#He's gonna collect a lot of samples

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Modern (Fenton) Ghost Hunting Part 1

Ties to: Post from under 'It started with a Ouija Board' found in the Masterpost

A/N: I got a little stuck with this and there is another bigger fanfic project I started working on that has me distracted. But I wanted to post at least part of this before I might end up in radio silence for three weeks cause I am visiting family out of country and have no idea about internet access there yet 😅

Danny was in a good mood as he slurped the ecto-shake his mom had made upon his return from the Zone. It was one of the more harmless and ghost helping food inventions his parents had come up with, once the truth was out of the bag when he was more or less forced to take on his kingly duties. Though his mom's ecto-fudge special (that was also one of the few ectoplasm infused foods not coming back to life) made for only him and Ellie was even better than the shakes. It wasn't better than their special family recipes their Dad loved so much but it came a close second.

He sipped on it more as he fell back into the couch as he flicked through some TV channels. His last trip to Gotham had been a month ago and he mused that he probably would need to visit soon to update Lady Gotham on the status of the Garbage Disposal Leaks. It was a pain to deal with but hey at least he, for once, got to be the mean guy to yell at the observants how they could have left these alone for over a hundred of years.

Seriously? If he could, he would stick Sam and one of her righteous rants onto them too.

So yea Danny was in a good mood he had gotten rid of another leak which only left a couple more to take care of and then put the observants into their place with another petty with hidden insults filled and Sam inspired as well as co-authored lecture.

He would give Lady Gotham a present for giving him such a great opportunity with this problem, even if that wasn't her intention. There was also a rumor in the GZ that Box Ghost and Walker had gotten beat up by Lady Gotham several times while he was busy, he would like to hear what that was about.

In all this Danny completely forgot about his encounter with the vigilantes and that his parents told him about a new business partner that was interested in their Fenton Ghost Tech that wasn't weaponry but focused on co-existence, like the Fenton (blob-)ghost feeder.

So when the doorbell rang and Danny went to open the door, thinking it might be one of his friends. He nearly choked on his ecto-shake as he came face to face with a person he only knew from paparazzi shots or Tucker's endless rants about their technology.

"Hello, I am Tim Drake-Wayne! I believe I have an appointment with the Drs Fentons? I am not too early am I?"

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Red Robin was on his wits end. After the first success he had used various more 'modern' summonings in hopes of getting their ghost to show up again. But most of them ended with the same white ghost or only one other ghost claiming their name as Box Ghost to appear. Strangely when they did appear, after about a minute after their appearance an invisible force started to attack them to which these ghosts instantly turned tail and 'unsummoned' themselves. They didn't even give Red Robin the chance to ask anything.

In the end after the third time of summoning that white ghost called Walker, the ghost peeked out from that portal once and the moment they spotted him sunk back into it. Not even bothering to tell him about any rules RR might have broken. Since then none of his summons appeared to work anymore.

Though the vigilante at least concluded that whatever had attacked their teenage ghost most likely was also the driving force behind Walker or any other ghost refusing to answer his summonings. He had suspicions that might have something to do with Lady Gotham, the teenage ghost mentioned and had been unable to summon at all.

Of course Red Robin couldn't leave it like that so he dug deeper into the whole ghost cult thing and came across published research papers. Apparently the ghost cult wasn't just an occult but also a science, that he highly doubted was real. The deeper he dug the more concerned he became, for one that ectoplasm they mentioned looked awfully a lot like Lazarus Water, and second the research from the Drs Fenton he found was awfully a lot biased until a year or so ago when they suddenly invalidated all their previous research and published a nearly completely different thesis.

Though the teenage vigilante had to admit everything they offered on their website looked a whole lot more modern and right out of a SyFy movie than any of the tools he had already purchased, from a ghost Wikipedia (which surprisingly included information about Walker and that Box Ghost), to protective gear, to feeders and ectoplasm infusers.

So after a small recon with his siblings and listening to their disagreement and another rant from their youngest about Pit Demons, Red Robin made the decision to check these Drs Fenton out undercover. And who better to do that than Tim Drake-Wayne, CoCEO of Wayne Enterprise who got interested in their ectoplasm-powered gadgets designed for co-existing. After all Gotham might just be as hunted if not more with the crime rate they had.

His siblings were not happy, he knew that but he took the earliest chance he had, to take a private plane to Amity Park and made an appointment with the Fentons on a saturday afternoon.

He made sure to smile pleasantly as the son of the Drs Fentons opened the door and took his time staring. Before finally inviting him in after a shout from the Drs. resounded somewhere behind him in the house. Tim of course eyed the glowing green shake the other teenager was drinking, already forming plans on getting a sample of it the first chance he got.

"Mr. Drake! Such a pleasure to have you here! You have already met my little boy Danny, my husband will join us later he got hold up by my daughters. But we do have a couple of inventions prepared for showcasing, we could also go over some of the theories first if you prefer until my husband can join us.." A woman came up shaking his hand and the teenager, Danny, stepped away from them retreating further away but staying in earshot, Tim noted.

"Dr. Fenton, thank you for having me. I am looking forward to learning about this ecto-energy and your Fenton-inventions, I believe one was called an Ecto-Infuser?" Did he imagine it or did that boy cringe? Also the boy was clearly watching him, he tried to appear nonchalant but the way the other teen's eyes followed Tims every move as well as the guarded look in his eyes was making it obvious.

"The Ecto-Dejecto, originally designed to weaken ghosts but is now one of the many medical tools that can help a ghost survive if they do not have a steady supply of ectoplasm." Dr. Fenton easily explained while leading him over to the seating area.

"Danny be a dear and bring our guest something to drink. Coffee or Tea?"

"Coffee would be fine." Not like he would actually drink it. As much as he and his siblings made fun of Bruce's paranoia, he was not about to drink coffee offered by people who research ghosts. Besides, looking around, he wasn't sure how well they followed OSHA and he wasn't about to potentially drink a coffee infused with Lazarus Water. If that ectoplasm was Lazarus water. But he would take it with him as one of many samples.

"Sure things mom. Should I bring out the fudge too?"

Tim's ear twitched and he turned ever so slightly in the direction of the son. No it couldn't be, could it?

"Oh please be so kind."

"Will be right back."

Now Tim wished he had forced at least one of his siblings along. Because if his ears didn't betray him then this teenager had the same voice like the ghost kid. Though his memory could be slightly impaired because of the time frame since he had last heard it. He would need to get a voice recording now too and play it to his siblings.

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*𝑩𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝑻𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈*

Pairing: Jisung x Reader (Fem)

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Merman!Jisung, Human!Reader, Egg Laying?, Oral (F), Multiple Orgasms, NonHuman!Dicks(2), Lots of Yapping, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Sex In Water, Claws, Sorry for any mistakes or missing tags

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You walked your way up and down the sandy area. Collecting samples and picking up any trash you had come by. As you looked out into the vast waters taking a deep breath you smile. “This never gets old” you said contently. The beautiful sunrise across the dancing waters. You sat your bag down crouching down at the water. You took a few more samples before dipping your toes in. You shivered from the water being cool compared to the hot sand and rocks.

You sighed one more time before getting up. You loved being by the water, it was always so calming to you that’s why you became a marine biologist. Even the creepiest of things in the water just fascinated you. You took the few samples heading back to your house just a few minutes away. You could see the waters from your house and oh how you wanted to be closer. You brewed your cup of tea sitting at your desk looking over the samples. This is how must of your days went. Doing scans of the area, getting samples, and going into work.

A reason you were getting samples from your own waters was simple well.. a little myth. See your grandmother told you stories how these waters held much different creatures. How this was a safe haven for them and how it was one of the biggest spawning points for a lot of them. She showed you pictures of bigger turtles laying their eggs there because no predators would attack them here. In almost every photo though there were always a few people swimming in the waters. When you asked her she would just chuckle telling you how “they’re there to, for spawn. For mating season.” Which you always just chocked up to her being old and making bad jokes. Although she would always add to it as you both sat looking out into the water “I think your soulmates out there.” It always made you laugh “You saying my future loves gonna be a fish?”

Today started the first day of mating season, you saw as a few turtles made their climb to the shore. You snapped a few pictures as you watched with a smile. That smile almost dropped surprised to see someone swimming. “Hey! Be careful out there! The current can be bad!” You yelled out. He didn’t pay no mind diving into the water as he swam towards you. ��How’s he holding his breath that long?’ You asked yourself ‘must be a diver’ you rationalized it.

“Hey there pretty lady.” He said with a little smile pushing his wet hair back.

You blushed at his compliment looking over him. He was super handsome, toned upper body, pretty brown eyes that just seemed to sparkle as they looked at you. He smiled at you and you felt like you could melt.

“Hello, earth to y/n” he said splashing a bit of water at you.

You shook your head a bit meeting his eyes with that cute smile of his “how’d you know my name?” You ask confused.

“I knew your Gran, she used to talk about you a lot.” He said smile growing wider.

“Really?” You said with a bit of a smile. You missed your Gran and knowing someone else kept her company it made you smile.

“She ever mention me?” He asked cocking his head to the side.

“I don’t think so I think I’d remember” you chuckled. “Whatcha doing in the water?” You asked.

“Just waiting for you.” He said with a small smile.

“Waiting for me? Why though?” You said even more confused now.

“Because you’re my soulmate silly” he said with a giggle. He swam closer to you reaching out for your hand. “Why don’t you come in?” He asked taking your hand in his.

Your mind flickered like a light going on and off. Eyes blinking as you tried to think back to what Gran had always told you. “Your soulmates out there.”

“It’s dangerous to swim out there, especially.. especially right now with it being spawn season.” You said a bit nervously.

He shook his head “it can be but you got me” he said that smile plastered across his face.

Oh how your heart just dripped into a puddle. “I- I don’t know” you said softly.

“Trust me. I’ll keep you safe.” He said pulling you a bit to the water.

Your mind was still blinking at his words from earlier you never noticed how his hand was a bit scaly. How it had small webbing between his fingers or the sharp nails he had.

“Come on beautiful, you study these waters everyday but never go in them. Trust me ok?” He said eyes smiling at you.

“Ok, ok. You’re right. I just- circumstances are a bit weird” you said blinking.

“I guess so huh? Well think of this as our first date” he said before pulling you into the water with him.

He instantly wrapped your legs around him before slinking his arms around you. You shivered at the cold water making you cling to him even more. “I got you” he coo’d softly before swimming backwards with you. You hadn’t noticed how far away you already from shore “I’m Jisung by the way” he said trying to keep your attention on him.

“How are you such a good swimmer?” You asked. “Are you like a professional diver?”

Your words made him chuckle “could say that, you mean to tell me Gran never told you anything about these waters?”

You shook your head “I mean she’d tell me stories about there being creatures or something in them” you said with a shrug.

“She’s right you know.” He said looking over your face.

“Yeah, and big foot is real too” you said with a chuckle.

He shook his head he couldn’t believe you didn’t believe. I mean you were literally in his arms how could you not notice? “Y/n if you don’t believe me then just look down.” He said with a grin.

“For wh-“ you started to say as you looked down seeing his pretty blue green tail moving. Your eyes went wide letting go of him quickly. Almost panicky.

“Hey hey, stop you’re alright.” Jisung tried calming you not wanting you to slip away in such deep waters. “I promise I’m not gonna hurt you” he said that same sweet grin coming back making you ease a little.

“There yeah go” he said with a chuckle.

“You’re a mermaid?” You asked feeling stupid for asking.

“No. I’m a merman. Gosh” he said rolling his eyes playfully.

“This can’t be real” you said softly.

“Oh it’s very real. We keep these waters safe and clean for the other animals. My mom actually.. uhm well had me here” he said with a chuckle.

Then you remembered those pictures with people in the background “Gran really wasn’t lying?” You said in almost a whisper.

“Nope” he said.

“So she wasn’t lying when she said ‘I had a soulmate out here?’ I really thought she was just making fun of me, saying I’m gonna be with a fish.” You rambled.

“I mean she wasn’t lying. You are my soulmate. And I am technically a fish” he said with another chuckle.

A few moments went by with only the sound of water filling the emptiness in. He lifted your head to look at him “I’m lucky to have someone like you. So caring of our water. So.. beautiful” he said softly lips barely grazing yours. “Y/n..” he said barely audible before leaning in finally meeting your lips. He kissed you lovingly but you could feel the need in his touch. “Y/n. I.. I need you.” He said softly against your lips as his hands started to roam your body.

His tongue darted into your mouth his saliva tasted sweet. You moaned into the kiss a warm feeling coming over you as you he depending the kiss. You felt your body heating up, your core felt hot, every touch becoming more intense. Jisung pulled away his before attaching to your neck nipping at it as he pulled your pants and panties off. “Trust me?” He asked. The only thing you could do is nod. Your mind was gone, only thing floating through it was need. Need for him. He pulled you close before pulling you under the water, before you could panic he kissed you once again. The sweetness even more intense.

You moved your body trying to pull yourself to the surface. He shook his head “breath” he said rubbing your back softly. You shook your head before gasping out for air. To your surprise you could breathe the confused expression on your face made him chuckle a bit. “When I kissed you, my salvia helps makes it so you can breath. It also is an Aphrodisiac.” He said with a smirk.

“Jisung” you said in almost a groan.

“Don’t worry by beautiful I’m gonna take perfect care of you.” He said kissing you again. “Let yourself go, let me make you feel so good” he said before moving down your body.

His tongue flicked at your clit making your body arch into his touch. His tongue wasn’t like humans it was long, almost pointy at the end. You wondered what his cock would look like if it was just as different. He used his fingers pulling your folds apart as he pushed his tongue deep into your cunt. He wiggled it inside you his nose brushing against your clit. The feeling would have probably been weird if you weren’t so horny. You moaned out gripping onto his hair, your hips bucking into him. He moaned at the feeling of your legs coming around his head pushing him deeper into you. His salvia must be working at your cunt because you felt the most horny you’ve ever felt.

Your body was shaking, the feeling of your release quickly coming over you. Your eyes scrunched shut as you felt his fingers come up to toy with your clit more. Your body arched, moaning loudly, his tongue hitting your g-spot now. “Jisung! I’m gonna cum!” You almost screamed out body shaking as you came harder than you ever had. He moaned lapping up all your juices before coming up to kiss you. His kiss was hungry, his fingers grazed against your folds pushing them into you. “Fuck- y/n can you feel it?” He said against your lips.

“You’re my soulmate, we’re made for each other” he said fingered curling into you as he worked your core. “You’re all mine yeah?” He said eyes locking with yours. You nod eyes flickering as his fingers are pounding their way at you. “Say it- please I wa- need you to say it please” you begged.

“I’m your jisung- all yours. Soulmates” you cried out feeling yourself close to another orgasm.

“Gonna cum for me again hmm?” He said leaning his head into your neck. “Cum for me beautiful, cum on my fingers then you can cum on my cock.” He said against your ear.

“Fuck!” You moaned out. You felt him shift a bit digging his teeth into your neck softly. Your orgasm crashing over you.

He kissed you his eyes half as he pulled away “it’s gonna feel a little different than a human but, so much better” he said his tip touching at your entrance.

You looked down eyes going wide “you have 2?!” You say loudly making him chuckle a bit.

“Oh yeah, one’s kinda more like your clit more sensitive. The other is for breeding and the main one. Does that make sense?” He asked looking up at you.

His rambling was really cute “y-yeah, are you gonna?”

“Use both of them? I normally don’t but if you want them both” he said softly.

“No no- do- do whatever you normally do.” You said looking over his face.

He nodded with that he pushed himself into you. You both let out whimpers and moans at the feeling his head hitting so far inside you. His cock was like his tongue almost long with a skinny pointy like head. Almost like a tentacle. He wrapped his arms around you as he moved fast in and out of you. His sharp nails digging into your hips as he pounds into you. Your head falling back legs wrapping tightly around him. “Y-you’re so fucking deep” you moaned out.

He nodded, face looked so dazed. “Shit- I’m really not gonna last long. Your body is so warm. And you’re squeezing me so fucking much-“ he moaned out. He leaned in kissing you once more “y/n I feel like I’m addicted to you- everything about you I just crave. Fuck- your lips are so fucking warm and soft. Just like your body. I love you my soulmate- fuck I love you!” He rambled.

“I love- I love you to jisung!” You cried out feeling your orgasm about to flood over you. Your hand moved on its own wrapping around the smaller sensitive cock. His hips stuttered as you did “fuck!” He whimpered out. His movement became sloppy before the smaller cock came making his body almost stop. His hands gripped harder at your sides moaning loudly against you.

“Y/n- fuck- I can’t believe you-“ he whimpered. “I’m gonna fucking breed you my little mate. Gonna make you feel as good as you make me feel yeah? Fuck- y/n” he moaned his cock pushing deep inside you. Pushing past your cervix directly into your womb before you felt a small lump feeling pushing through you. The feeling making your body quiver cumming around him.

“What’s” you stutter out at the feeling.

“I’m- fuck- feeling you full of our eggs. You’re gonna be such a pretty momma” he said.

“Eggs??” You say looking at him with wide eyes.

“Yeah. This is our first mating so there’s not gonna be a lot till your body can get use to it. But you’ll carry my eggs till they can swim from you” he explained as you felt another few push into you.

He groaned as the last one pushed past, finally cumming hard inside of you. Fertilizer the eggs and filling you full of him. Your tummy becoming a little bigger at the feeling as the cum spilled out your belly size went down a bit.

“Jisung” you said softly.

“Don’t worry my love. Everything is how it should be” he said kissing you lovingly.

“You can still live on land and go about your day. But you can also join me here and join me back in my home. If you want you can always just live freely with me.” He said with a smile. “You don’t have to decide anything right now though. I’m just so happy I finally have you.” He said his eyes full of hearts.

“Sorry I talk so much” he said with a chuckle. “I’ve just wanted to talk to you for so long.” He continued making you laugh.

“Don’t be sorry. It’s cute when you talk.” You kissed him softly. “I feel like I’ve known you forever.” You said.

He smiled wide “because we’re soulmates silly. Like I said we were made for each other”

You kissed him again “the world really made my soulmate a fish huh?” You chuckled making him laugh with you.

“Yeah, but isn’t it just perfect?” He said in a teasing tone.

“Yeah. Perfect” you said with a smile

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[yes-i-write-fanfiction]

Below is why I think these bots would be fun to see;

-Knockout would become a famous model and Breakdown would be his bodyguard. I just think it would be funny to see Knockout caught up in a rogue attack and go absolutely apeshit on some poor goon that accidentally stained his 5 000 dollar designer jacket. Breakdown has to pull him of the poor man like "Babe, babe, it's ok, we'll get you a new jacket. How about a nice new suit too? That sound good?" Meanwhile the goon is fucking traumatized.

-Wreck Gar sees that Gotham is covered in trash and makes it his own personal mission to collect all of it and create his own trash kingdom. Gotham's streets have never been cleaner.

-I just want to see Kup train the batfam. And act old with Alfred. Perhaps save one of the vigilantes after they get captured, using nothing but his holoform, a bottle of liquor, a stun gun and guerilla tactics.

-You look me in the eyes and tell me Tarantulas wouldn't fit right in in Gotham. His freaky ass belongs there. He would sneak into Arkham to observe the patients, just for fun. Maybe terrorize them a little. "Doctor, the spider talks to me!" "Sure pal, of course it does. Did you take your medicine today?"

-Thundercracker becomes a best selling author in Gotham by writing about his experiences in the war (everyone thinks its just a very detailed fictional world). Jason gets absolutely hooked on the series and meets him one day while Thundercracker is out walking Buster. Jason promptly nerds out.

-Just full on pandemonium with the Scavengers. Krok tries to organize them so they can find a way back home but these idiots keep going on side quests. They were supposed to steal some Wayne tech? Sorry, Misfire got caught up in a riddle contest with the Riddler and Spinister is having a BBQ with Solomon Grundy.

-Airachnid becomes a serial killer/hitman in Gotham and quickly earns a reputation as a brutal and efficient killer. Not really that funny but a lot of potential for drama. She sets her eyes on her newest hit; Bruce Wayne.

-Swindle is fucking living life in Gotham, selling repurposed cybertronian tech to rogues. Not even necessarily weapons, just random pieces of regular cybertronian tools, like bottle cap openers that get repurposed into actual weapons by the criminals. Well, now he's on the batfam's watch list and has go into hiding.

-Ok, listen, First Aid is a freak. A well meaning freak but a freak nonetheless. So when he finds a vigilante bleeding out in an alleyway, of course he's gonna help them! But not before taking a picture of their wound and sampling their blood. Not for nefarious purposes! He just thinks it's interesting. But now the batfam tries he's going to try and clone them.

-All the rogues and vigilantes of Gotham band together to stop Shockwave. He's just trying to make his way home but his experiments and casual disregard for human life makes him such a threat that even sworn enemies have to put their differences aside if they want to survive.

-Predaking befriends Cass and she doesn't tell the batfam cause this is her alien friend and they've already got their own (Batman&Superman, Nightwing&Starfire, Red Hood&Bizarro, Red Robin&Super Boy, Robin&the other Super Boy etc.). Of course Robin eventually finds out and he's so mad cause that's a robot/alien/dragon! She can't just keep him to herself! That's so selfish of her! Meanwhile, Predaking is like "Where the fuck am I?"

[discotenny]

Take away your wallet!

They find out you buy their merch!

Ramuda, Doppo, Sasara

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Ramuda

When Ramuda opens up your mail he doesn’t expect to an acrylic standee of himself. He’s confused, naturally. He’s the one that designs all the official Fling Posse merch! If you wanted some you could just ask him- he’ll give you the whole collection for free!

Ramuda ruminates over the incident without telling you he opened your mail- being a little petty you didn’t ask him to get you his own merch. Saying stuff like “why don’t you just get it yourself” in response to you asking him to get more toilet paper for the bathroom.

(Then he feels bad and tries to cuddle you on the shitter OSHSODHDLDBDKDN)

You have to flat out ask him what’s up or else he’s gonna be petty for a while LOL.

Once you reveal you wanted to support him by buying some merch (plus you just wanted a lil version of your boyfie on your desk) Ramuda doesn’t know how to react cause he just feels so, so honored to have someone that cares about him that much 😭😭😭

But will also smother you in love cause you don’t need a little version of him!!! He’s right there!!! He will sit on your desk just say the word!!!

He ends up giving you a bunch of merch of himself after the reveal- not wanting you to spend your own money but also wanting you to have more things related to him. Samples, collabs, new releases- once he drafts it up you’re getting a copy of it no matter what.

Doppo

Doppo is super embarrassed to know there’s merch out there for him. He knows that he has fans but prefers not to acknowledge the fact cause he finds it all too stressful!

But one day, when you come over to his and Hifumi’s apartment after his work- you’re all smiles and excitement as you gleam to show him your new purchase.

A dopponui! It’s stitched and embroidered with his two toned hair, his work suit, and even the bags under his eyes. Honestly he’s a bit impressed at the detail.

But goodness he shuts down at the sight, blushing furiously at the knowledge that a little plushie of him was made- getting even redder knowing that you bought one yourself.

He’s a little quiet around you after you show off your purchase- unable to handle the overwhelming feeling of fluster at it. Just when he thinks he’s collected himself- he sees the way you coddle the little doll close to your cheek and wonders what it’d feel like if he were that small… then he gets all flustered again!

You begin to notice how off he’s acting and ask if he feels uncomfortable with the purchase- saying you’d return or hide it if he’d like.

At this, he starts to ramble apologies and frantic “no, no, no!”s. In between groveling for making you feel guilty over purchasing his merch and overly sincere apologies for “fantasizing over affectionate cheek rubs”(???), he tries to explain his embarrassment doesn’t come from any sort of anger with you.

In the end Doppo will get coddled the same way you do to the nui, cheek rubs and all. And while he may still get super embarrassed at the thought of you owning merch of him- he can’t help the giddiness if knowing a tiny version of him is living the dream (spending 24 hours a day attached to your side).

Sasara

You end up buying a baggy T-Shirt with Dotsuitore Hompo’s logo at one of the merch booths at one of the DRBs. It fits enough to cover you up but its baggy enough to be comfortable to wear casually around the house. All in all- a perfect boyfriend fit tee.

It’s comfortable, made of soft fabric with orange detailing. The signatures of all three members are embroidered on the back as well. Considering the price you paid for the shirt, you would make sure to wear it as much as you can.

And while Sasara would normally be thrilled to see you surrounded in anything related to him- he can’t help but get a little (a lot) jealous you aren’t wearing Sasara Nurude specific merch.

He won’t tell you that of course- but he won’t be subtle in saying that he wants you to wear his clothes around the house instead LOL. He glares at that damn shirt whenever he sees it lying around- half considering burning it so you have no choice but to wear something else.

Instead he just hides it- replacing it with a shirt of his own that Sasara labels as “home grown organic merchandise”! It doesn’t work, and he’s shit at hiding stuff so you find your shirt immediately.

He whines and whines about you wearing the shirt- which confuses you because he used to whine about you not repping his merch before. Sasara refuses to admit the real reason for his jealousy- the fact that you’re also repping Rosho and Rei by proxy.

Bonus!

Gentaro can’t help but blush seeing that you’ve bought signed limited editions of his books before. He tried to insist he can sign whatever book you want, but you quiet him instantly when you say you want to support him and his career. He doesn’t have a witty comment to say after.

Kuko ends up stealing the Bad Ass Temple light stick you bought from one of their performances cause he thought it was cool. He doesn’t even do anything with it! He just keeps it in his room and refuses to give it back! Wtf man!

Honestly, Ichiro probably collects his own merch too LOL. He just likes collecting things- so when he sees you’ve snagged his version of a limited edition collaboration item he’s bartering with you to try and get it. Final offer? 3 photo cards 2 postcards and 1 mochi.

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Wrote this in a ramble so forgive me for any mistakes LOL. Sort of a pseudo sequel to them owning merch of you. I’m trying to get back into the swing of things of writing, so expect some more to come out in the next few weeks!

Stay tuned for my otome game announcement as well <3

For this blog, my Ramuda angst to fluff fic is my next priority, with some headcanon requests I’m trying to do to fill the void. Fear not, hypmic still has a large grasp on my soul. I have not left the fandom- I have just been depressed ^_−☆

[foxbirdy]

hi!

just saw your pictures of you doing some marine biology fieldwork and i just wondered if you have any stories about the experience that you would like to share. Im in 1st year uni right now and i have no idea what im gonna specialize in other than “science!!” but i work on boats for my job right now (tallships, very cool stuff) and so marine environment work really appeals to me. If you have the time, I would love to get a picture of what the work you’re doing entails.

(What does the day-to day of marine biology research look like? What kind of stuff are you studying/information are you gathering? Whats it like? Is it awesome? feel free to answer none of these also)

thank you!!

OH, I'm jealous - it's a dream of my mine to get to work on a tallship. & I love to talk about this stuff!

In all honesty, the day-to-day changes pretty dramatically depending on what project work is available. Right now, as a student, a lot of what I'm involved in ties into coursework or research that's happening at the university! I volunteer with a couple different labs, and there's a huge variety of stuff to get in on. For example:

Last Saturday, I spent about six hours pulling otoliths and gonads out of eighty invasive roi, taape, and toau caught by local spearfishermen. Otoliths are the ear bones of fish, and similar to the rings of a tree, they have ringed annuli that can give a lot of information about the life history of the individual species. We cast these otoliths in resin, and then cut cross-sections to look at them under the microscope. The hope is that this information will help us understand when these species become reproductive, and how to control their populations.

The last several Fridays, I've been involved with an effort to collect some water quality and plankton data after a lot of heavy rain. This work was out on the boats, and we used deep and shallow drogues, YSI, light meter, secchi disk, and a couple plankton nets, moving out from the swollen rivermouth and into deeper, saltier water.

Last month, I spent a lot of time on invertebrate snorkel surveys, mostly looking for presence/absence in the nearshore. Next Tuesday, I'll be doing fish surveys in the same location. The Wednesday after I'm hopping on a wetlands restoration project & removing invasive bull grass, and a night snorkel afterwards. Next Friday is a lab day, working to process the plankton samples we've collected, and I'll be in the coral nursery afterwards. That's the really fun thing about university - there's so much different work going on, all the time!

In the summers, outside of school, that work is just as varied. I've really enjoyed having jobs that allow me to do a little bit of everything, and thus far, my supervisors have been very supportive of me in that. Here's some other projects I've gotten to work on, all within just one position:

Servicing passive monitoring systems! These are pictures of my replacing a SEABIRD logger, which has been taking a water temperature measurement every thirty seconds for the past 360 days. This helps conservation managers track heatwaves in sensitive ecosystems. We prepped new loggers with batteries and SD cards and waterproof tape to prevent biofouling, and then used snips and zipties to make the switch.

Scientific fishing! This helps get life history and population data for our target species, large pelagic fish. We collected biopsy samples, placed tags, and released primarily ahi, but also ono, and mahi. (Full disclaimer: this picture is from a subsistence fishing trip and not a scientific one, where people generally have too many things in their hands & are moving too quickly to take pictures. He was a very delicious dinner for our crew, though.)

Other marine tagging! I got to assist with bluewater cetacean tagging of several different dolphin and small whale species, and shark tagging for galapagos, blacktip reef, grey reef, and dusky sharks. Cetacean tagging was done with an air rifle, not easy at high speeds on the boat. Shark tagging was more hands-on, as we had to manually apply the tags.

Coral reef monitoring! The mission of these surveys was to track coral health through heat stress events, and to identify harmful species. I'm looking under the coral head in these pictures for crown-of-thorns starfish, one of the most urgent species threats to reefs in the Pacific.

This is the bastard. Notice the dead coral around him.

Oh I'm about to smack into the photo limit, huh. Please hold!

[arctrooper69]

Helpless

Hello friends! I'm gonna try to get through a good chuck of Febuwhump this year!

Prompt #1: Helpless @febuwhump

Warnings: Imperial!Tech. Mentions of needles and implied torture.

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It wasn't the fact that you couldn't move that frightened you the most. Neither was it the blinding lights of the laboratory, nor the frigid metal table that chilled your naked skin. It was the goggled clone who entered into the room behind Dr Hemlock.

"T-Tech?" The words were barely a whisper.

Dr Hemlock chuckled, "I'd like to introduce you to my new science officer. You will be under his care from here on out. I suggest you comply with his direction or things could become rather unpleasant and I don't think any of us want that."

Your heart pounded, chest tightening, threatening to choke you with every beat. You glared, the initial fear quickly succumbing to rage. "Kriff you! What did you do to him, you monster!?"

Hemlock seemed unaffected by the outburst, and simply pressed a small button.

A cry of pain wrenched itself from your lips, jaw snapping shut as a burst of electricity coursed through your body. It was over as soon as it had begun, leaving muscles to twitch as you gasped for breath.

He tutted, "Like I said, cooperate and things will go much easier for you."

He turned to the clone, "Report to me immediately if you find anything useful."

"Yes sir."

Hemlock nodded and briskly turned and walked out of the room.

"Oh Tech..." You sighed with shakey voice, unable to stop the tears running from the corners of your eyes. A mixture of horror and guilt settled deeply in your gut, threatening to poison every thought. "What did they do to you!?"

Tech was silent. He turned to a console across the room.

"Subject is alert and attempting to use emotional appeal to influence the decision making of the chief science officer." He spoke to himself, typing something into the console in front of him.

"Tech!" You shouted, tugging at the restraints,

"Answer me, dammit!"

He was silent for a moment. "Subject appears to be agitated and aggressive. Cooperation will need to be coerced if behavior continues."

"Please talk to me..." The anger seemed to melt, flooding you with a warm, heavy helplessness and heartbreak as he turned to you.

This was not your Tech. It couldn't be. That curious light behind his eyes now deadened into a steely emotionless logic.

"Please..." You pled quietly once again, "Don't you remember me?"

He pulled a metal tray beside him filled with various tools and instruments.

Gloved fingers palpated your inner arm drawing a silent gasp. For a brief fraction of a second your heart jumped at his touch - a body's hopeful instinct seeking that physical connection. Those hands had touched you before, but never so callously - never so cold.

"Relax, this will not harm you. I simply need to collect a few blood samples."

If you closed your eyes, maybe you could imagine that you were back on the Marauder. Maybe you could send yourself back to remember how Tech's fingers passionately caressed over your skin - anything to dull the cold precision of his current examining.

You jerked, pulling against the restraints that held you back. The needle didn't hurt as much as much as the look of indifference in his eyes.

"You used to love me, Tech. Don't you remember?"

He entered something into a datapad and looked up.

"This will go a lot easier if you cooperate."

You pulled against the able again, attempting in vain to rid yourself of this prison.

He regarded you cooly as he walked back to the tray beside the table. "I would advise against that."

"Please!" You pled, tears once again running down your temples, "Use that big extraordinary mind of yours to realize this is wrong!"

He was silent again. You tried to meet his eyes but he simply turned away, grabbing something off of the tray.

"Tech, please!" Your wrists were sore and raw, stinging and burning as the restraints bit at them once again, "I won't let you do this!"

He turned back to face you.

"I do not need your cooperation to gather these results. Fighting me will only make this more unpleasant for you. It is your choice."

He paused, allowing you to consider the options. Anger won over the sorrow.

"Kriff you."

He sighed, "Very well."

A barred restraint snapped across your shoulders and chest and another across your forehead. You felt them tighten - squeezing and pulling - until they allowed not even the smallest wiggle.

"Tech!" You gasped, "Please! You know me! Please don't do this!" Your voice cracked, "Please!"

"Relax, and I will be finished shortly."

"I love you, Tech. Whatever you do to me.... Just remember it isn't you."

A moment of hesitation. A fraction of a nanosecond. A tremor of a hand. One blink and it was gone. As you looked up at him, perhaps there was just a glimmer of sorrow - a single tear unshed and hidden far away. Hope that maybe with time, all could be saved.

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RANDOM Headcanons: Buying make-up shenanigans

Warnings ⚠ none

Includes: Price, Soap, Ghost, Alejandro, Andre, Konig, Gaz, Horangi, Nikolai

Has "can figure everything out" attitude and confidently enters a store just to get lost in it.

Browses for hours, gets mad when he can't decide, then gets distracted by another item. Rinse and repeat.

The cycle continues until he snatches a sales person, or a manager suspects him of stealing, asks tons of questions, ends up buying himself lipgloss (smells like coconut)

There is just too much stuff in the store, it gets him overwhelmed.

Tries to tactically question you about makeup, gives up and snoops through your bags.

Eventually buys some more "stuff" (gets himself different smelling lipbalms and lipglosses) and gets you something you already have.

Admits what he was doing and drags you back to the store with him.

Bonus: The sales people there are sweating upon his arrival. Even the trainee learnt the makeup brands, just by staying next to Price and listening as he asks his question. And he asks, asks questions - even about the ingredients.

Baby boy loves sparkles and the smell of makeup. The salesmen don't like him that much.

He knows what you like, however he is not permitted to shop alone. Why? His toxic trait is that: he buys in bulk.

You learnt that the hard way, after he came home with 27 eyeshadow pallets.

Expiration dates who?

Has a mascara from 7 years ago. Refuses to throw it away. Only does so, after you show him a documentary about eye infection.

Please take a moment to envision how tall and scary he looks in the makeup aisle, standing behind you like a creepy statue, dull on black, with his balaclava. I just giggled.

Insist on paying for everything ( didn't say anything about Price, because there is no insisting - he just pays. Ghost, at least pretends he will let you pay.)

Despises the blackhead mask. Did it once, regretted his life choices.

Experimenting king.

He is the dude who will visit a store, several times, no matter where he is at and buy whatever is new, shiny and cool.

Loves giving you his makeup finds and watching you apply/wear them.

Plays with your brushes a lot. ( They are just so soft and fluffy)

Bonus: Buys skincare for you and the team. Forces his team in spa day retreats.

Definitely knows what to buy.

He knows your makeup, especially if you live together.

Gets lost in the brushes sections and touches everything fluffy. (Don't let him shop with Soap)

Smells everything and if he wants to try something new, buys whatever smells best.

Compares prices online, if a salesperson is mean to him, buys the cheaper stuff and returns back to the store. (Petty boy)

Prefers more matte and glossy options, rather than sparkles.

You already know imma gonna say it. But if you think people get scared of Ghost in a store, you should see them around König.

Can he wear civilian clothes and no mask. Yes. Does he. Sometimes. If he feels like it.

You reassure every sales person that he is with you and he is no a threat.

König in a makeup store is like a kid around new shiny things. Touches everything.

Wants to buy everything.

"No, I don't need this" and "Put it back" are your go to phrases.

Does not enter tight stores after a shelf incident.

If you shop for hours he may make friends with the staff and even help them with the heavy lifting. (lil show-off 👑)

Gets shifty easily, so you better have Horangi nearby or be located near a food court.

Steals shit. Not because he has to, but because he can.

Definitely goes shopping alone, or uses you as a mule for his stolen goods.

Absolute creature when it comes to makeup sponges. Tiny, squishy and come in different shapes and colors.

Has a collection of them.

Sample king (loves free shit, espcially of expensive products), but has a deep appreciation of the tiny samples. Keeps them as another collection.

Lost af

Buys whatever the makeup girl tells him to buy.

He will try to figure out your makeup, after trying solo shopping and will buy some stuff. Not incompetent at all.

Hates the stores. Sales people continuously snuck up on him and talk. Nikolai is not a fan.

Sorry, but he has a special place saved for hatred for every store where he has to socialize.

Has enough opinions on products to need any external ones.

Will buy you makeup as a gift, but that's it.

Don't drag him to a store, ever.

Makeup judge. Buys only brands he trusts and ignores the rest.

Goes with you and glares at the sales people, who try to make you buy more products.

Buys his lipbalm at a grocery store to avoid sales pitches.

Huge on skin care and hair products, which he orders online.

Loves when people stare at you at the store, always puts a hand around your waist. "Yup,she is with me" attitude (one of the main reasons on why he shops with you)

[outtoshatter]

Author spotlight for this week is: All-or-nothing-baby / @teencopandthesourwolf! They have lots of great fics to choose from. Here's a little sample of their most recent stories!

Rated T:

Love Yew | T | 2k tags: magic, established relationship, angst with happy ending, slice of life Summary: “It's an Apology Leaf. Obviously.” Obviously.

OR Navigating the established relationship, with some emotional hurt/comfort, a maybe magic tree (that isn't the blasted Nemeton) and puns. So, just an average day in the lives of Derek and Stiles, really.

Dude | T | 1k tags: angst with happy ending, grief/mourning, falling in love Summary: That was the last time somebody put their arms around Derek—and the last time he saw his sister alive. It was two years ago. Derek doesn’t think he has taken a full breath, since.

OR Stiles hugs Derek. Derek consequently freaks out a little (shocker).

Haystack Charm Around Your Neck | T | 13k some tags: canon divergence, enemies-to-friends-to-lovers, scent marking, mates Summary: “Maybe you could just, like, couch surf for a while? Just till you get fixed up. Or maybe even… chair surf?" Stiles suggests, now nodding at the armchair in the corner of his bedroom and chewing on that rosebud lip of his again. Derek looks at the armchair like it's the most confusing thing he has ever seen, and then back at Stiles as if he's changed his mind about that and it is actually the sixteen-year-old in front of him who is the true mystery. "Offer's there, dude," Stiles shrugs. "Don't—“ “Call you dude? Yeah, probably never gonna happen. Sorry, dude. I'd just try and get used to it if I were you." And then Stiles is once again spinning around to face his computer and is seemingly slipping straight back into Hyper-Research Mode. Derek is a little horrified when he finds himself now considering this kid as not just Stiles: Scott's Idiot Best Friend, but as Stiles: Maybe-Friend of Derek. When an image of Stiles's mouth pops up in his mind's eye, Derek also wonders exactly when it was that he started looking at Stiles in that way.

OR Oblivious!Derek and the epitome of the tags: #Derek Hale Deserves Nice Things and #Stiles Stilinski is a Nice Thing

Like a Little Prayer | T | 1k tags: slice of life, friends to flirts, Hale pack 2.0, everybody lives-nobody dies Summary: “I asked because I wanted to know if you were okay, man," Stiles divulges, as if that's nothing at all. As if it's something Derek hears often. He tilts his head to catch Derek's eye—which works, of course. Because it always works, no matter the nature of the moment they're caught up in. "Like, I was concerned, y`know?” Derek feels guilty just for looking. And not only because he wants to touch but because he wants to let Stiles care.

OR Derek doesn't understand why Stiles gives a shit. So, Stiles tells him.

Spicy (Rated M or E):

The Cross he Bears | M | 734 tags: established relationship, Dom/sub undertones, Stiles takes care of Derek Summary: Stiles knows exactly how to take care of his wolf.

Love Like Ghosts | E | 744 tags: choking, under-negotiated kink, breathplay, established relationship Summary: They both know not talking about this isn't okay, isn't healthy, but—and God knows why—Derek loves Stiles. So, the big guy, he gets it: that the best thing isn't always the right thing.

Tastes Like Home | E | 379 some tags: plot-what-plot, porn with feelings, Derek takes care of Stiles, 1st POV Summary: It’s never quite enough... What does he need? Maybe, he just needs more. OR Derek takes care of Stiles and finds exactly what Stiles is looking for: an anchor.

Remember to mind the tags, leave a kudos, and maybe even drop a comment! Go check out their AO3 page for their entire collection of works!

[severevoiddragon]

I didn't know you were a dm, can I ask about your campaign? :00 /np

Yesyesyesyesyes you can!!!! I can't share too much behind the scenes (as much as I'd love to) BC Alien will most likely see this n Munts may see it too- Putting this under a cut purely BC this is so long bc ive ended up infodump sm-

So, it started w each character getting a letter from someone they know, an old friend for Hecate and Nivaira, and Izumi's half sibling, called Ammon. (All 3 letters were from Ammon just to be clear-) Ammon invited them to his house, as well as 3 others. Eventually, Ammon made it clear that she wanted the group (all 6) to locate an amulet, but that they couldnt SAY where it was bc. Evil can hear. BC you see, Ammon, who is a divination wizard/wild magic sorcerer had been studying the amulet, and got a dream that a great evil was looking for her and got scared. So ran away. The other 2 NPCs also left. There's a lot of plot holes but shhhh-

Anyway the party found the amulet, and the party discovered that Relania, one of the others summoned by Ammon, decided to try and take the amulet, resulting in a big battle which ended with Relania tied up and. Somehow escaping. She's still loose to this day.

The second adventure had the party meet a little girl called Ruby, and her mum. Ruby's mum was exhausted from lack of sleep so told Ruby to go to her granny's house in the woods (no this isn't a werewolf adventure). The party were asked to accompany Ruby, to ensure she got to her granny's safely. The party decided that because this nice little old lady lived in a SCARY part of the woods, she was evil. So stalked Ruby's granny, Winnie. They went down a whole rabbit hole of nettle/false nettle like plants n then decided Winnie was a night hag. And then Ruby's mum died. And so Hecate (the group's researcher), decided to see if there's any way of discovering if someone was killed by a night hag post death. There is! They just needed truesight. Noone had truesight. So, they put up a notice on the community board and hoped someone followed it.

Meanwhile, the Banducci Carnival was coming to town, and the group went to the carnival that night while waiting for the post to be found. While visiting Madame Banducci, the fortune teller (and owner of the carnival), Izumi got a lil. Hypnotised. Although he acted as normal until later :)

The next day, a cloaked figure with a kitsune mask appeared to use truesight as per the notice. They called themselves "Bob" and had an awful deep southern American Etomian (the name of the country "Bob" is from) accent. "Bob" did cast truesight on the body of Ruby's mum, and yeah, it was from a hag. And then "Bob" revealed herself to be Bella Banducci, daughter of Madame Banducci. Who then got Hypnotised!Izumi to steal the amulet for her, and give it to her. The rest of the party didn't notice.

The party went back to Winnie's house, to confront her, but. Ruby and Winnie were gone. They party then discovered how hags reproduce and then went "oh shi-" as they realised exactly what had happened.

Eventually, Hecate, who was in charge of the amulet, realised it was gone, and something happened that I don't remember and eventually Bella appeared like "heyyy I've got the amulet you idiots and I'm gonna sell it BC my mom wants me to but idc who to, so you guys give me 500gp and you can have it <3" the party managed to persuade Bella to join them (she hates the carnival), as they do a 500gp bounty (to retrieve an object)

THE CURRENT ADVENTURE!

The party follow the bounty to Sirraux', an expensive artifacts shop, ran by Monsieur Sirraux, a tiefling. It had the object the party needed to retrieve - a dwarf's magic pickaxe - buutt Sirraux didn't wanna give it up. In exchange, it asked the party to collect a sample of an interesting flora on an island far away. It got it's dwarf assistant to bring the party to the island. It was an island that Nivaira knew very well :). It was also infested with mushrooms. Currently they just got to Nivairas hometown, where all the people have been turned into evil myconids (evil mushroom ppl). Fun times!

There's also Eiwin Tamiel, an important NPC who hasn't been adventure relevant yet but will be! Just you wait for the Christmas special!!! He's a human cleric (???) and works in a small artifact / trinket shop. They're also definitely crushing on Ammon <3 Who is definitely not crushing on him back <3 I ship them sm- they write notes to each other in celestial and arghkejrjfkwf i cant share all the cute info bout them bc. Spoilers.

ANYWAY if you read all that well done, I'm impressed-

Now tell me bout your campaign :DDD

[lampmanliveblogs]

Okay, so… lot’s of information right here, lots to go over. I watched through the entire story, up to Eda saying ”We know what it’s like to feel alone,” but I’m gonna go through this piece by piece.

Starting off, The Collectors siblings told them to go play with the Titans down on this unnamed planet. Most likely, the Archivists had come here to collect some samples and brought along their little brother. Annoyed by him constantly badgering them about playing some game or what have you, they sent him away, hoping he’d stay busy and stop bothering them so they could get their work done.

Now, The Collector calls the archivists their siblings, but we know nothing about how their families work. Are the Archivists born like humans, or do they come from some other source? Seeing as this is the final episode of the series, I don’t think we’re gonna get answers to all questions, and if this story The Collector tells us here is the last pieces of information we get on the Archivists we get, then I wouldn’t be surprised.

Though to be honest, I’d trade information on the Archivists for Bat-Queen’s backstory in a heartbeat.

My point is, information is scarce, so I’m gonna have to make a lot if inferences and theorizing. But taking the words at face value here. The Collector was the younger sibling who annoyed their older siblings, so they made up a game for him to play… and things got way out of hands.

As has been hinted at before, The Collector made friends with some of the younger Titans. And, again, taking their words at face value, they were real friends; the little Titans were welcoming and liked to play. And with that in mind, The Collector forcing King to become their best friend and to play all these games is pretty clearly an attempt to replace those lost friends… but now with the added trauma of being abandoned by his family and having his friends ”disappear.” Plus the whole being locked up and sealed away thing.

Speaking of which, I found the specific wording used here a little interesting. The Collector specifically says that ”one by one, they disappeared,” while it’s pretty clear that what they actually meant is that the Archivists killed them. This could be one (or multiple) of several things. Maybe, seeing as this is a kids’ show, they had be careful with the kind of language they used. Maybe The Collector really does not understand the meaning of death, like Luz suggested before. Maybe The Collector just didn’t want to use the word ”killed” or ”died.”

I dunno, it might not mean anything.

As it turns out, King’s Dad mistakingly thought The Collector was the evil force that had wiped out his species and that’s why he hid away King’s egg and trapped The Collector… which may or may not have also have required him sacrificing his own life to do. Bit of a whoopsie there. I can understand why he’s hiding out in the In-Between, I’d be embarrassed to show my face to after a mistake like that. And Belos using his name to lure people into a cult just added a whole other layer to the bad PR cake.

Also, the reason I chose this particular moment to screen shot is because we can see there, in King’s Dad’s hand the magical symbol that was used to hide King away from The Collector (and all other Archivists).

You okay there Collector? Your eyes look a bit… grey? Not sure what’s going on there, when they blink their eyes go back to normal. Odd.

Oh well, let’s not dwell on The Collector’s eyes, let’s dwell on their words instead!

”Even when those Trapper jerks started acting weird,” they say. Which means that at some point, the Titan Trappers, regardless of whether they were jerks or not at this point, used to act normal. Or at least what The Collector would consider normal. Slight difference there.

I think it’s safe to say that the Titan Trappers were either inspired by the Archivists, or even created by them directly in order to combat the Titans. The modern Titan Trappers worshipped The Collector as a god, and we can assume the Titan Trappers of the past worshipped the Archivists as their gods as well.

All of that I think is safe to say, but where it gets a bit more muddled is in the time between then and now. It would seem that at some point after wiping out at least most of the Titans, the Archivists left the planet. It’s possible they feared King’s Dad was simply too strong for them to take down, so decided to just leave; perhaps they believed there were no eggs left and that King’s Dad might die from old age or that he simply wasn’t a problem. It is also possible they knew King’s Dad sacrificed his life to trap The Collector and with King’s egg hidden away, they thought ”Job well done,” and left, not really caring about one of their own being sealed away forever; that is, if they even knew The Collector was sealed away.

What we do know is that the Titan Trappers remained. At some point they started worshipping The Collector and sought after a way to free him. This most likely happened because they found one of those mirror things The Collector could use to communicate with the outside world… except we saw theirs was broken, so maybe it didn’t fully work anymore. The important part is that they knew about there being one Titan remaining, probably because The Collector told them King’s Dad hid away one last egg.

So here we have what I consider a possible reconstruction of the timeline. But that still doesn’t answer the question about what changed with the Titan Trappers to make them ”weird” to The Collector. I’m gonna guess that Bill spun The Collector’s words in such a way so that rather than trying to find the last Titan so he could help free The Collector, they instead had to find and kill the last Titan to free The Collector.

Which is kinda funny, because using the words of a powerful being worshipped as a god in order to gain control over a large mass of people… that’s what Belos did. Though Bill implies he’s been around for much longer and even calls Belos an upstart. I guess he wasn’t too pleased by Belos copying his schtick.

Luz: ”How about we tell you the story of how we all became friends? Collector: ”Hmm… okay. King, how did you and Eda first meet?” King: ”Well, it all started when Eda took me away from my home and guardian-” Collector: ”Oh, I see! So when she does it, you become family, but when I-!” Eda: ”Uhhh… maybe let’s start somewhere else. Luz, how about you…?” Luz: ”R-right. so, um… I guess it all started when I stumbled through the portal into the Demon Realm and Eda, uh… kidnapped me… and forced me to play along in one of King’s childish games…” Collector: ”OH I SEE! SO WHEN SHE DOES IT, YOU BECOME FAMILY, BUT WHEN I-!”

I kid, I kid. The idea here is that they’re dropping all the lies and false narratives to finally tell the truth. Because as we were shown here, one of The Collector’s big hangups is people lying to them, constantly lying and pretending to be their friend. The Collector, being mentally a child, is of course very susceptible to this. And having spent so much time being isolated and manipulated has left The Collector unable to form real friendships with people. It’s all part of a big game of pretend, and like all games, it has to come to and end.

What the Owl House trio are trying to do here is show The Collector how to create genuine bonds with people; no lying, no manipulation, no turning people into puppets and forcing them to play along in dollhouse tea parties.

Basically, they’re trying to adopt him into their found family. Then Eda will have three kids, two of whom are living gods. Let’s hope Raine’s up for the challenge.

Hmmmmmm……. sure is awfully convenient that Luz was carrying around that big stack of photographs of all her adventures with the gang. How did she even… the Owl House was ransacked… Eda and Lilith might’ve been able to save a photo album, and Luz then kept them with her as a good luck charm or whatever. Another possibility is that she found them while infiltrating the storage where the Emperor’s Coven kept all the confiscated material from the Owl House and Luz found them there. Either way, feels a bit contrived.

…

Oh wait, last episode, they extracted a bunch of Luz’ memories. As I recall, we saw mostly negative ones, but maybe they got a bunch of good ones as well, and Luz kept them on her. That’s probably it, yeah.

(Future Lampman here: I took a break and rewound the episode a bit and I remembered something I thought off but forgot to mention. The Collector mentions that King already told them about their adventures, and Luz responds that it’s different when you can see them. The Collector’s all about playing games and pretend, and from their perspective, King’s stories might very well be just that: stories. When one is so used to lies and half-truths and obfuscations, how does one tell fact from fiction? One good way is to show a photograph, objective proof of reality. In other words: pics or it didn’t happen.)

[jeanniebug623]

🕸️🕷️ Weaving the Web 🕷️🕸️

Chapter 7: Familiar Territory

”Why are we out here?” Spider asked, hiding how much he was jumping for joy internally to have the warm sun on his skin and soft Pandoran soil under his feet.  No hospital room with its beeping monitors, no scratchy human clothes or bedding, no needle pricks or brain scans…just the sky above and ground below.

”Just takin’ a quick field trip, kid.” Quaritch said as he leaned against a tree with his arms crossed, watching the boy walk around not far from where the Samson had landed.  “Security for some of the agricultural science guys looking for samples of some mantis plant.  Orchid or something.”

“Fwäkìwll. ” Spider said fluently in the native tongue as he placed his hand against a tree and slowly slid its hand up his bark.  He glanced back at Quaritch with a cheeky grin, “You want to say it back?”

”I wouldn’t consider that a necessary part of the language lessons.” Quaritch replied with a partial smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.  He didn’t even mind when the kid rolled his eyes and shook his head in disappointment that the colonel didn’t want to learn about the plant.  There was an unfamiliar warmth in his chest watching Spider in his element; an even more unfamiliar feeling of guilt knowing he was the reason this boy was out of it in the first place.

Spider’s doctors, and Ja agreed, he could be discharged from the hospital wing under 24 hour supervision.  That came with its own obstacles…

~~~

”I’m going to be blunt, Quaritch, are you out of your goddamn mind?” Ardmore asked him as soon as the paperwork landed on her desk for approval for a prisoner transfer into temporary probationary guardianship.  Despite her choice of words, her tone remained collected.

Spider would go from prisoner of war to ward of the state, in a manner of speaking.  RDA administrators loved the PR image of a poor human boy orphaned by the war 15 years ago being taken into custody of an on-world hero for humanity.  If Ardmore was going to play the political game to HIDE Spider, Quaritch would use it to bring the boy into the light.  Quaritch couldn’t consider himself a sympathetic person but he knew all too well how it could be used to sway others.

”Not at all, ma’am.” Quaritch said coolly.  Submitting his request for custody of Spider was met with a lot of confusion by the RDA stuffed shirts.  Understandably so.  Why would the recombinant of Colonel Miles Quaritch want to take custody of feral sixteen-year-old boy when he also was dead set on his mission to find and eliminate Jake Sully.  When his sentimentality for the boy as his genetic predecessor’s son was brought up, the colonel let the doctors give their argument that the brain damage caused by the neuroscanner was better studied with a willing patient.

Ardmore was staring Quaritch down, despite being almost half his height.  The general could easily pull rank and deny the custody transfer.  It’s hard to say what Spider’s “official title” as a citizen would be but he would be out of the military’s jurisdiction, unless he were to act up and get himself arrested again.  That was certainly a possibility given how unpredictable the alter ego was.  For all she knew, the boy could be back in her custody in a matter of days.

”Receiving custody of this boy does not take the place of your current responsibilities, colonel.” Ardmore said sternly, hiding the disdain for being outplayed in this little power game of theirs when it came to the child.

”Of course not, ma’am, Jake Sully is my primary focus.” Quaritch said with a salute and mental grin, “Some kid ain’t gonna change that, general.”

~~~

”Hey!” Spider said, quickly jogging around the tree and out of sight.

This brought Quaritch back to the present and he craned his neck to see what had caught the kid’s attention.  Eventually,  he pushed off the tree with his shoulder and walked over to see the kid removing large purple-skinned fruit from a large blue-green plant.  Spartan fruit.  Quaritch knew that one.  He’d seen rows of it growing in the Na’vi block back at Hell’s Gate during his first tour.  Well, his HUMAN tour.

Spider dug his fingers into the thick skin near where the stem was and peeled back to reveal the bluish-purple meat of the fruit inside.  He smiled approvingly at his choice, happy that this one was especially juicy and more blue than less ripe fruit.  He immediately started painting over the extremely faint stripes on his arms.  With no access to his usual dye and regular bathing in the hospital, even HE was struggling to remember the pattern Kiri had lovingly helped him paint.

”If you don’t mind me askin’, Spider, why do you do that?” Quaritch asked with a nod.

”Cause I want to.” Spider said, shooting the race a challenging look.

”Alright then.” Quaritch said simply.  He saw the gears turning in the boy’s head as it wasn’t met with any ridicule.  The colonel couldn’t say he understood it but the kid was raised by Na’vi sympathizers.  If he wanted to paint himself blue and knot his hair in dreadlocks, so be it.  Wasn’t his kid anyways…

”I…do it because…” Spider started, unsure if Quaritch cared but continued when the recom continued to watch him and listen.  Even his pointed blue ears were perked up, showing his interest in whatever Spider had to say. “It makes me feel like I belong somewhere.  With my friends and the Omatikaya.”

”Yea, I guess your upbringing was a little messed up…” Quaritch observed, much to the boy’s scoff in response.

”At least the parts with the sky people…” Spider grumbled back and continued to repaint his stripes.

Well then…

Quaritch sighed and crossed his arms again, watching Spider meticulously paint a certain pattern.  How long did the kid spend doing this?  They only had an hour while the lab coats gathered their samples.

”How about I help you get those hard to reach spots, tiger?” Quaritch asked as he walked over, putting his hand on Spider’s shoulder to turn him and look at his back.

”No, it’s ok.” Spider said quickly, turning to face the recom, “I’ll just do what I can see today…it’s fine.”

Quaritch narrowed his eyes, appraising the boy’s behavior.  Don’t fucking touch me!  Miles’ angry words echoed in his head as if the boy had just screamed them.  He held up his hands in a placating way.

“Just offerin’, kid, I’m not going to hurt you.” Quaritch said, crouching down and his ears going back, “You know that, right…?”

Spider’s eyes shifted to the side and he chewed the inside of his cheek.  He didn’t actually know how to answer that one.  A few days prior, Quaritch came to his hospital room and explained the whole “custody thing”.  Spider wouldn’t be a prisoner of the RDA but he wasn’t going free either.  He was only allowed to go to the med bay, cafeteria, gym, and recom barracks.  And he wasn’t allowed to go ANYWHERE alone.

Though…there was one place he could be left alone.  The small bedroom in Quaritch’s apartment.  Guess even being a recom now, rank still had its privileges.  It wasn’t much but he had his own room with a much more comfortable bed than in the hospital.  Not to mention everything in the apartment was built for a recom so even a small bedroom was bigger than he was used to.  He hadn’t explored the rest of it but there was another bedroom for Quaritch, en-suite bathroom between them, a living room, and kitchenette.  Spider was pretty sure it only had a coffee maker…

”It’s fine, please.” Spider said, stepping back when Quaritch tried to help again, “It’s ok.  This is enough.”

“Alright, I hear ya.” Quaritch said, standing up to back away.  The last thing he wanted was to trigger an episode with Miles.  “Just know I got your back…when you need it.”

Spider chewed on his inner cheek again, tasting salt after a second.  He didn’t know what to say to that so he went back to finishing the stripes he could see in awkward silence with Quaritch watching over him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Don’t you look all spiffy with a new coat of paint!” Zdinarsk commented when Quaritch and Spider joined them at their table in the mess hall for dinner.

Spider just smirked and glanced down at his front, fresh blue stripes making him feel more like himself than he had in weeks.  Most of the squad acknowledged their return but didn’t engage in conversation.  In fact, it seemed like whatever they had been talking about died as soon as he sat down.  It kind of made Spider feel awkward…like he was intruding.  Which meant they didn’t want him to know what they were talking about…which was likely him.  Or maybe he was just paranoid…the recoms barely paid him any mind before.

”Take it the mission was successful, boss?” Wainfleet asked, shooting the kid a friendly smile with a wink

”Uneventful is more like it but better than the alternative.” Quaritch said, looking down at Spider not touching his food, “Eat up, kid, I swear it’s better than the grub in the hospital.”

”Or prison?” Spider asked under his breath as he picked up his fork and started moving the strips of grilled chicken and steamed vegetables around for the first bite.

Quaritch frowned as his ears went back and tail flipped in annoyance.  But he didn’t respond, glad to see the kid take a bite of chicken.  He looked up to Wainfleet and asked, “I reckon y’all were successful in your respective duties today.”  The collective murmur of ‘yes, sir’ and ‘affirmative’ sounded out from the table in unison, catching the boy’s attention.

”What did you guys do?” Spider asked suspiciously.

”Security detail, kiddo.” Wainfleet answered, “Escorted a group from the old Hell’s Gate site in.

Spider shifted uncomfortably in his seat and chose to stab his next bite of food more aggressively than necessary, “You don’t say…I didn’t know people were still there…”

“Not usually.” Wainfleet answered, recognizing the look from his commanding officer to be careful with the subject given Spider’d spent most of his life there. “But sometimes it’s used as a satellite research lab by some of the…uh, former residents .”

“Yea…the people who betrayed the Na’vi…” Spider said, choosing his own words carefully.  He opted to say the betrayal was against the Na’vi, not specifically Jake.

”Yea…something like that.” Wainfleet said, moving the conversation along, “We escorted them back here, that’s all.  Easy peasy.”

Spider glanced up with just his eyes.  The cafeteria was at its busiest at dinner since much of Bridgehead City settled down at night, aside from the sec-ops unit.  The security team never slept.  He looked down, letting out a slow sigh.  Would anyone he know be there…?

”If all goes well, the next mission will have us back out tracking possible leads on Sully.” Quaritch announced the team.  This gathered a bigger response from the team, cheers and agreeing it was about time they got their boots on the ground.

It made Spider’s stomach twist up for a lot of reasons.  He obviously didn’t want the Sullys or High Camp to be found.  Hell, he didn’t want ANY Na’vi to be found by the Sky People!  But he was also afraid that, if by some miracle of Eywa they did reunite, he would absolutely lose control.  If his alter ego - Miles -  was as aggressive as Quaritch and the doctors said, how would he respond to someone he knew?

“…excuse me.” Spider said quietly when he looked again and stood up from the table.

“You good, Spider?” Quaritch asked as the kid walked behind him to get around the table.  Wainfleet also watched intently; Ja’s eyes darted in the boy’s direction as he continued to talk to Prager.

”Yes, sir…” came a low, monotone response.

“Shit, grab him.” Quaritch said quickly and quietly, a sudden alertness to danger spreading through his body like a shot of adrenaline to the heart.  He was barely up from his table as Wainfleet scrambled to turn and grab the kid but he was well out of arm’s reach.

A brown-haired man with a horseshoe mustache, blue jumpsuit unzipped down to the waist with the sleeves tied like a belt, and a lab coat with rolled up sleeves over an undershirt statin with sweat was the acquired target for Miles.  The boy had a fistful of the man’s hand before anyone else at the table recognized him and slammed the man’s face down into the table with so much force everything on the table rattled or fell over.

”MILES!” Quaritch roared as he tried to reach the kid before any other damage was done.

After effectively shattering the man’s nose with a loud cracking sound and explosion of blood, Spider tore the man back off the seat to the floor and was on top of him before the recoms could stop him getting in a few more bone-crunching punches.  The evil, satisfied grin on Spider’s face was the worst part as he fisted the man’s shirt and repeatedly punched the man in the face with increasing ferocity.  Screams of shocked pain accompanied the squelching of blood and knocking out of teeth from Spider’s victim.

The kid managed to get in three solid hits in quick succession before Quaritch had his strong arms around Spider’s middle and tearing him back off the man.  Spider kicked and flailed and laughed.  Quaritch spun him away from the man into Wainfleet’s waiting arms to try and get him under control.  Security on their dinner break were jumping in to corral the audience and attend to the wounded man.

”Miles, what the fuck are you thinking?!” Quaritch asked, holding Spider’s wrists tightly so he couldn’t try punching him.  Wainfleet was holding him from behind after forcing the kid to his knees so he couldn’t kick either.

Spider wasn’t looking back at him.  No, Quaritch knew the look in those brown eyes and the way he tilted his head to the right with evil curling the corners of his mouth into a grin.

”Goddamn it, boy.” Quaritch cursed under his breath as more sec-ops flowed into the room.  He sent a quick glance to the human officers in charge coming his way.  Looking back at Spider, who raised his eyebrow with a look of fake innocence, Quaritch had to make a decision that would satisfy them and Ardmore when this eventually reached her.  At least until he could figure out the trigger.

“Wainfleet.  Ja.  Mansk.” Quaritch barked, “Escort the boy to solitary confinement.”

Spider pouted.  Quaritch honestly wanted to backhand that disrespectful look right off the kid’s face but he knew it wasn’t Spider doing it.  The chuckles that escaped Spider’s throat as Wainfleet and Mansk held his arms twisted behind his back and left the cafe, Ja following and ready to administer the sedative he’d kept in his back pocket ever since Spider had been discharged.

Quaritch scrubbed a hard hand down his face then looked back to the man being taken to the infirmary.  His keen eyes caught the glimmer of a keycard fall from a plastic sleeve that was clipped precariously to the pocket of the jumpsuit.  Picking up the small card in his hand, his eyes roved over the name.

“N. MCCOSKER”

[rekiilysm]

Together? Together. Ch1

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⇨ 「pairing— mark watney x fem!reader」

⇨ 「a/n— more than a year later, i’m FINALLY writing something for my favorite nerd. p.s. i’m still upset that there’s not a lot of mark watney stuff on here」

⇨ 「warnings— none i think」

⇨ 「word count— 1.9k」

CHAPTER ONE: THE STORM

“All right, team, stay in sight of each other. Let’s make NASA proud today.”

“How’s it looking over there, Watney and L/n?”

“Well, you’ll be happy to hear that in Grid Section 14-28 the particles were predominantly coarse,” Mark explained to the team as him and Y/n crouched down with little clear sample containers in their hands.

“But in 29, they’re much finer and should be ideal for chem analysis,” Y/n added, not looking up from the red sandy ground.

“Wow. Did everybody hear that? Mark and Y/n just discovered dirt. Should we alert the media?” Martinez spoke over the channel sarcastically.

Mark rolled his eyes, “Sorry, what are you doing today Martinez? Making sure the MAV is still upright?” Y/n felt a small smile creep onto her face.

“I’d like you to know that visual inspection of the equipment is imperative to mission success. I also would like to report that the MAV is still upright,” Martinez replied smartly as the two botanists smiled.

“Thank you for your hard work, Martinez,” Y/n said in a joking matter. Mark chuckled as he continued to chip at the rock.

“Watney, L/n, you keep leaving you channel open which leads to Martinez responding, which leads to all of us listening, which leads to me being annoyed,” Commander Lewis spoke.

“Roger that. Martinez, the captain would like you to please shut your smart mouth,” Mark said. Y/n snorted loudly, looking over to her best friend who had a mischievous smirk on his face.

Beck, in the HAB studying samples, shook his head. “We’d prefer to use a different adjective to describe Martinez’s mouth.” Mark and Y/n started laughing with each other, making it hard to focus on their task.

“Did Beck just insult me?” Martinez spoke unbelievably.

Y/n stopped her laughs for a moment, “‘Doctor Beck.’ And yes.” She couldn’t help but send a smart reply right back at the man.

Johanssen, sat at her computer in the HAB alongside Beck, was tired of the four’s bickering. “Happy to turn the radios off from here, Commander. Just say the word.”

Mark stopped from what he was doing and looked back at Lewis, “Wait, Johanssen. Constant communication is the hallmark-“

“Shut ‘em off,” Lewis told Johanssen, interrupting Mark.

“No-“

“Wait!-“

Mark and Y/n tried to get them to stop, but they were interrupted by a small ringing noise, indicating that the radios were turned off. “I apologize for my countrymen, Vogel.” Lewis said as she walked past the two plant nerds.

“Accepted,” Vogel replied.

With a sigh, Y/n looked up at her Commander. “How many samples do we need, Commander?”

“Seven, 100 grams each,” she told the two, who nodded before getting back to work. Lewis walked a little bit away from them before crouching down to collect her own samples.

“Commander, you should come inside. You’re gonna want to see this,” Johanssen said over the radio, her voice slightly panicked.

“What is it?” She asked, continuing her task.

“A storm warning,” Johanssen said, making the astronauts stop their work. Mark and Y/n gave each other a wide-eyed look.

“I saw that in this morning’s briefing. We’ll be inside before it hits,” Commander spoke.

Johanssen continued, “Yeah, they upgraded their estimate. The storm’s gonna be a lot worse.” This caused Lewis to stand up and look around. The wind started to blow stronger, stirring up the sandy ground.

“Martinez, how does it look?” Lewis asked the man at the MAV.

“Not good,” he replied as he stared at the large dusty cloud, the sound of thunder beginning to fill their ears.

———

Not too long after Johanssen’s warning, the four astronauts stood in the HAB staring at a computer. “‘1,200 kilometers in diameter, bearing 24.41 degrees,’” Commander Lewis read off of the screen. Y/n and Mark stood side-by-side still in their suits, their helmets off.

“That’s tracking right towards us,” Beth Johanssen didn’t look away from the computer screen. Y/n’s gloved hand found Mark’s, squeezing it as tightly as she could. Mark gave her a small kiss on her forehead, silently telling her everything would be okay.

“‘Based on current escalation, estimated force of 8,600 newtons,’” Lewis continued to read off.

“What’s the abort force?” Mark asked.

“7,500,” Beck answered.

“Anything more than that and the MAV could tip,” Martinez said over the radio.

“Do we scrub?” Vogel asked the Commander.

She nodded, “Begin abort procedure.” Mark and Y/n look at the screens in disappointment.

“We are estimating with a margin of error. We could wait it out,” Y/n spoke up. Lewis looked over to the her and then the screen again with a sigh.

Mark nodded along with his best friend’s words, “Let’s wait it out.” Everyone looked over to him. “Let’s wait it out,” he repeated.

“Commander?” Beth asked the pondering woman standing over her.

“Prep emergency departure,” she said before walking off quickly.

“Commander,” the two botanists spoke in unison.

“We’re scrubbed. That’s an order,” Lewis told them both. Their shoulders slumped at the order. They didn’t want to go home yet! They still had much more to discover and experiment on! “Martinez, how long before take-off?”

“12 minutes,” the said man replied. The six astronauts in the HAB quickly got their gear back on—well, Mark and Y/n didn’t have to because they didn’t take theirs off, expecting to go back out to get more samples.

Once they got their suits back on, they rushed to exit the building. “Visibility is almost zero. Anyone gets lost, hone in on my suit’s telemetry. You ready?” Commander Lewis said, tapping on the screen by the locked door so they could open it.

“Ready!” Mark exclaimed from the back, Y/n right in front of him—which he insisted on. Then Lewis opened the door, black dust immediately filling the room as well as strong winds. The wind pushed them all back slightly.

“Commander, are you okay?!”

“I’m okay!” She replied back as they all began to fight the winds. Because Mark was the last one, he closed the door behind him before following the lights on his team’s helmets.

“Commander, we’re at 10 degrees, and the MAV is gonna rip at 12.3,” Martinez spoke with a panicked and quick voice.

“Hey! We might be able to keep the MAV from tipping,” Y/n yelled through the wind as she continued to walk.

“How?” Commander Lewis asked.

Mark seemed to catch her idea, so he spoke up for her, “Use the cables from the comms mast as guy-lines, anchor it with the Rover’s!” He exclaimed as something—Y/n couldn’t tell what—flew in their direction.

“Watch out!” Lewis exclaimed, but it was too late. The disk flew into Mark, taking him along with it as it flew through the winds.

“MARK!!” Y/n exclaimed as she stopped. The woman felt her heart drop down to the ground at the emptiness behind her.

“Watney!” Lewis yelled as well. “What happened?”

“He was hit!” Y/n exclaimed through the knot that was forming in her throat.

“Watney, report,” Beth panicked.

“No, no, no, no..” Y/n muttered to herself as she stopped walking completely.

“Before we lost telemetry, his decompression alarm went off,” Beck said.

“Where did you last see him?” Commander asked quickly.

Y/n shook her head, “I don’t know where he is!” She was panicking. Like on-the-brink-of-a-panic-attack panicking. Her best friend, her family, the only one she’s truly ever loved more than anyone in the world, gone.

“What are the vitals on his suit?”

“He’s offline,” Y/n looked down at the screen on the arm of her suit.

“A complete loss of signal on Watney.”

“Beck!” Vogel exclaimed, which the said man replied with a quick ‘yeah’. “How long can he survive decompression?”

“Less than a minute,” he responded. Y/n didn’t know what to do or say, she was still in shock of the whole thing.

Commander Lewis walked over to the rest of the team, “Line up, walk west.” And then they began walking. Y/n was determined to find her best friend, even if that meant she would be left all alone on the red planet. “He may be prone. We don’t wanna step over him.” Commander said as they used their lights to try and find Mark.

“Commander. We’re at 10.5 degrees. Tilting to 11 with a lll the gusts of wind,” Martinez warned the woman.

With a sigh of panic, Lewis stopped and turned back at her team. “Everyone, hone in on Martinez’s suit. It’ll get your to airlock. Get in, prep for launch.”

“What about you, Commander?” Vogel asked unsurely.

“I’m gonna search a little longer. Get moving!” She said, but everyone but Y/n hesitated. “Go!” The other started to move towards the MAV, but Lewis noticed a presence behind her. “L/n, go!”

“I’m not leaving without Mark! I couldn’t live with myself if I left him here,” she told her Commander.

With a sigh, Lewis nodded her head. Another set of eyes would be better to finding Mark. “Fine.” And so they started looking. Y/n tried to go the direction she last saw Mark, but she wasn’t finding anything. “Watney, report!”

“Mark!” The two yelled and searched around to see if the man would respond back, but nothing.

“The MAV’s at 11.6 degrees. One good gust and we’re tipping,” Martinez warned the two.

“If it tips, you launch,” Lewis told him, determined to find her lost crew mate.

“You really think I’m gonna leave you behind?” He asked his Commander.

“That’s an order, Martinez,” she commanded.

Y/n nodded, “Leave us if you have to.” She told him before continuing her search to find her best friend. “Mark! Can you hear me? Mark I swear if you don’t respond-“ She said but was cutoff by the sound of a large object headed her way.

“Martinez, what about the proximity radar? Could that detect Watney’s suit?” Lewis asked the man.

“It’s made to see the Hermes from orbit, not a little piece of metal from a single suit,” he told her, but Y/n wasn’t listening. She didn’t know what direction the large object was coming from, so she hoped that it would miss her.

“Give it a try,” she said.

“Roger.” He replied. A few seconds later he spoke up, “We’ve got negative contact on the proximity radar.”

“Nothing?!” Y/n exclaimed in sadness.

“No. I can barely see the HAB,” Martinez gave them the bad news.

“Commander, Y/n, I know you don’t wanna hear this, but Mark is dead,” Beck’s voice came through the radio. Those three words struck Y/n hard.

Mark is dead.

A sob escaped Y/n’s lips as she continued her search, but the large object was getting louder it seemed.

“Commander, Y/n, you need to get back to the ship, now!”

“13 degrees. If we pass balance, we’ll never rock back!” Vogel said, making Lewis stop.

“I’ve got one more trick left, and then I’m following orders, Commander,” Martinez spoke, but Y/n was partially listening. The object was getting closer, she could feel it.

“Commander! Y/n!” Beth exclaimed.

“On my way,” Lewis said as she started to make her way to the MAV. But what she didn’t notice was that she was walking back alone. “Y/n?” She asked the stopped girl.

“I can’t leave him,” she told her Commander.

“Y/n, I’m sorry but he’s gone. We have to leave. Now!” Lewis ordered her, but before she could say anything, the large object slammed right into Y/n, causing her to scream loudly. It felt like a solar panel? Y/n couldn’t tell as it pushed and dragged her away from her commander, away from the MAV. Away from her chance of getting home alive. It pushed onto her helmet hard, so hard that it knocked her head against it.

“Y/N!!” Was the last thing she heard before she blacked out.

[princess-of-the-corner]

…k, I WASN’T thinking of Hawks being her dad, but now I AM. Not sure how that works exactly - I don’t imagine Hawks would leave his kid if he knew about her - & we are NOT killing him, soooo…honestly, I’m not sure how to feel about Hawks being her bio-dad? Like, I feel like that might be something they figure out fairly early.

Okay now I'm thinking on it more.

This is gonna get a little fucked up so

The whole deal that Hawks made with the Commission when he was a fucking child is just.

"So perhaps you have simply forgot what you signed Oh, honestly, did you not read the colony policy That defines you as company property? That waivers your say in autonomy?"

So yeah they just. Collected some DNA samples at some point. Then when the main plot of bnha kicks in Hawks just. Stops taking orders from them. They try to get him under control, but the whole of society has shifted in ways that they can't force him to continue being their puppet without everything they've done getting put on blast, they look into other options.

And while there's plenty of hopefuls, none are quite as good. And tbh since most of the Heroes know what happened to Nagant and Hawks, they're protective of anyone the Commission scouts so while there's still Heroes getting made, they're not getting their 'special little soldier' out of any of them.

So whoever is in charge of this project decides to just make a child from scratch. And since they can guarantee a good Quirk with Hawks' DNA being added in.... then instead of choosing some random woman they go with one of them hoping that the bio-connection between the child and her handler would result in said child being much more obedient (after all, one of the reasons Hawks was so obedient was them having his mom in custody and knowing that defiance would result in hurting her).

This is also like. Their fuck you to all of the Heroes. Because like. Between Hawks, Nagant, and the Todorokis, they..... kinda set the groundwork for the idea. So the Commission members would know and get a chuckle out of it. And god the devastation and guilt they'd feel if they ever /did/ find out.

And yeah the result is Nijiko. And baby goes through a LOT.

I'm not sure how she'd end up escaping? All I can imagine is one episode of Castle(The Good, The Bad, & The Baby) where someone involved grows a conscience and decides to get her out of there. They manage to make it away from whatever facility is holding her, but are fatally injured. The Heroes find them first but can't get any info from the corpse and Nijiko isn't really talking much.

The Commission is PISSED but can't really show their hand here because Nijiko was kept hidden there's no record of her so her mom can't be like 'oh thanks for finding my baby!' because while she can prove bio-relation there's no record of her existing and that'd raise red flags.

So they just. Have to wait it out and try to get their hands on her again and just put her through their 'training program' later.

And ofc Hawks has no idea about any of this. Like if prompted he might remember the Commission taking some DNA samples or something(but also given the Commission they might not have told him that's what they were doing). But even then the idea of someone using those samples to make a kid....

I think it'd be a while before anyone makes the connection on the bio stuff because like.

So Hawks is. He does not want kids. Given his own traumas, he can't see himself being any kind of good father. Even after he gets a bit of therapy, he still doesn't want to chance it. And considering my endgame ship is him and Toya, who is also in the 'I have a lot of trauma and feel that I should not be trusted as a father', they're not planning to have kids ever.

However if there was a bullshit situation like this where he found out he had a bio kid of some sort, he's not going to abandon said child and he'd try to be a good parent. Same with Toya tbh. And they would be good at it! Trauma makes them scared to try and they wouldn't be perfect but they're capable of figuring things out and asking for help!

Which is why I think it'll be a while before they figure it out since the kid is for the Shoji-Tokoyami family instead of those two. Have Fumikage and/or Mezo find the kid and take them in and then a few years down the line after everyone in the family has established in their heads that they're Nijiko's dads. Hawks is def like. An uncle though. Partly in a 'the extended family' way but also birds of a feather flock together and all that.

Not sure how they'd find out. Maybe something genetic pops up that makes them look into it? Maybe her mom tries something to get her back and ends up revealing the situation? Who knows.

At this point they would tell Hawks and yeah he'd be a bit messed up about the situation and feeling guilty for the fact a kid was made to go through what he did. (Everyone is quick to assure him that it's not his fault!!). He wouldn't try to be anything more than an uncle though because he knows Nijiko has actual good parents now and he's still a part of her life, so trying to adjust that isn't good.

They'd tell Nijiko when she's like. Old enough to comprehend the situation.

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Dollypop, got any rap recs?

so ive been planning on doing a series of playlists as a kinda introduction to rap, especially so after the dot vs drake beef has put rap back in the spotlight and made more people than ever actually aware of the lyrical content of these songs, its mostly been an issue of executive function beating my ass 5 ways to sunday lately, but suffice to say rap recommendations has been on my mind a lot lately

i could probably go on for a few hrs about hip hop and its place as the culmination of all music prior, but rap is a genre that more so than others rewards album listening so i will more often than not recommend albums over singles/tracks but ill try my best to isolate what i consider to be a well rounded list (no links cus i dont use spotify lmao)

theres a lotta ways to split up rap and hip hop as a whole into a thousand micro genres, especially when you take regions into consideration but i think im gonna go with just 15 tracks that cover as many bases as i can and give a little explanation for each track starting with

NY State of Mind - Nas: ny state of mind is THE classic in my books, dj premier provides the perfect boom bap beat for nas to make the final push to usher in a new generation of rap, literally sampling eric b and rakim in the chorus, the previous pair to bring the genre from the 80’s into the 90’s, furthering that push with more complex rhyme schemes and blending the street/gangsta rap of nwa and wu-tang with the jazzy introspection and philosophy of de la and tribe, a perfect set piece for the album of a desperate kid rapping and telling his stories like its his last day on earth because it just might be

Doomsday – MF DOOM: the manifesto of a super villain, a rulebook on rap, a re-emergence of a forgotten rapper, after the death of his brother and issues with the record label dropping KMD Zev Love X disappeared in ‘94 and then in ‘99 MF DOOM dropped operation: doomsday, the dizzying rhyme schemes and word play, the casual humor and pop culture and sampling referencing lends to a true statement of a song, that DOOM was here and was gonna change the world

4th Chamber – GZA: a dozen wu-tang tracks could’ve appeared on this list and all would be justified but 4th chamber is my favourite by far, starting with the now iconic samurai or kung fu film sample and then kicking into a crazy intro beat that calms slightly in time for ghostface killah to come in and pick it right back up with the first verse of this slick posse cut

Mathematics – Mos Def: Yasiin Bey Is a genius plain and simple, another track produced by preemo another masterpiece of a beat, Bey raps about the sociological statistics that work to keep the black population down in this mathematically driven guide through the politics of the late 90’s

You Got Me – The Roots: this track really shows just how good live instrumentation can be, black thought is one of the greatest of all time, simple as frankly I don’t have too much more to say its just a brilliant song

Wesley’s Theory – Kendrick Lamar: the opening to the greatest album of all time, opening with the mission statement of the album, the sample at the start before the james brown esque hit me pulls the tone back down to earth, part one of the track being a young kdots reactions to the money hes been looking for and part two kendrick plays the role of uncle sam the mascot of white supremacy looking to exploit over eager black artists and talents and lump them with a bill and lock them up when they cant pay it, the deep seeped politics, the groove of thundercat and george clinton of the parliments and funkadelic collectives and the dr dre break really helps sets the tone of the album

Jazz (We’ve Got) – A Tribe called Quest: the perfect jazz rap song, the beat was original made by pete rock before being remade by q-tip, a quintessential classic of the genre simple as

Shook Ones pt 2 – Mobb Deep: the greatest gangsta rap song of all time and frankly its not close its something spectacular, the hardest two 19 year olds ever sounded, over a dark almost evil beat produced by havoc this track is an absolute landmark for not just queensbridge but the entirety of the east coast

Introvert – Little Simz: this track is nothing short of spectacular, a powerful, cinematic, orchestral masterpiece, deep diving into her inner turmoil and her roots, the corruption of the british government, this song shook me to my core when I first listened to simbi, a rallying cry that calls for a war against the oppressing forces further tightening the chains if we ever are to be freed from the oppression

Don’t Cry – J Dilla: this song is gorgeous, chopping up I cant stand (to see you cry) by the escorts into a wonderful beat, made by jay dee in the final throws of his life, half worked on while hospital bound, frequent collaborator and fellow soulquarian questlove stated that this was a message to his mother as J dilla knew the end was near

Nuthin’ But A G Thang – Dr Dre ft Snoop Dogg: the quintessential G-funk banger the genre doesn’t get better than this

SORRY NOT SORRY – Tyler, The Creator: a weird choice for this list, I wasnt sure if I wanted to include it because its so tied to tylers discography but its honestly one of the best rap songs ever when you have the context, especially when you take into account the music video where tyler and all the various versions of himself stand before an audience of ex’s and other notable judgemental presences in his life, as he kills almost every version of himself barring the ‘ugliest’ sides of himself in igor and goblin era tyler potentially insinuating those parts of him still reside inside him

I Used to Love H.E.R – Common: this song is so very important, maybe the best use of metaphor in the whole genre, a fallen out of love story for that very same genre, fantastic storytelling and a great beat by no I.D. one of the most important producers and figures in hip hop out of chicago

Aquemini – Outkast: the title track from one the duos third album and really the record that put the dirty south on the radar on a nationwide level, a sign of their decision to stick together for as long as possible, andres verses really shows hes one of the all time greats and that big boi is not far behind at all

Hazard Duty Pay – JPEGMAFIA: this song was all I listened to for a few weeks after it release, an aggressive single verse track over a soulful beat what more could you want

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5 Things Shinsou & Kaminari Can't Live Without | GQ

Warnings for mentions of sexual content and ShinKami! This is supposed to be like GQ's 10 things blank live without videos. I used to love watching these in high school and thought it would be fun to write a version with Shinsou and Kaminari! 10 felt like too much for each of them, so I went with 5 each. It's as if they filmed two separate videos back to back. Enjoy!

“I managed to get my husband to drink some of this coffee without a pound of sugar in it and he almost liked it which I think speaks for its impeccable flavor and quality itself.”

*Intro*

“Hello GQ, my name is Hitoshi Shinsou, and today I'll be sharing five pretty important things to me.”

Essential one: Organic cat food

“So, this is really more of an essential for my spoiled kittens, but being a good parent to my cats is what keeps me mentally stable, so I’m counting it. My husband Denki and I are trying to eat more clean and so naturally our cats have to as well. When I saw all of the preservatives and fake shit in the old cat food brand we had, I instantly knew we had to switch. So after some research and testing out different brands on our little guys, Tender and True Organic Cat Food is the pick. They also raise their cage-free chickens humanely so it was a must.”

Essential two: Hand balm

“My dad actually put me on to this one. We’re both pro heroes and we both use capture scarves, but it can leave me with lots of cuts, calluses, and rug burn if I’m using it a lot. I’ve been training with him since high school and I knew that I accepted him as my adoptive father the moment he shared this hand balm with me. He actually gets it specially made by our old school nurse so this is some top secret stuff. She formulated it to heal any problems we might have with our hands. I keep telling her she needs to patent this shit or something and sell it en masse, but she’s currently bent on just making vats of it for my father and I. She also refuses pay, but she loves peach tarts so we always bring her enough to feed a small village when we pick some up.”

Essential three: Stoneware mug

“So I’m very much into coffee. And one thing I’ve come to learn after years of drinking way too much of it is that drinking coffee isn’t just about what’s in the cup, but the entire experience. A large part of said experience is the cup itself. It changes the taste and there are even psychological influences with colors and such.”

“I’ve been building up a collection of different mugs of various types to properly suit the coffee drinking experience I want at any given time, but I really just wanted a mug that felt right for me. The right width and height, handle, material, all that. So I knew what I wanted, but when I went searching I could not find the right mug to save my life."

"I wind up mentioning my mug debacle on Twitter and one of my fans reaches out to me and they say ‘hey, I make pottery, I can custom make you mugs.’ You can imagine my excitement. So we talk, meet up, and they essentially fit this mug to my hand and all of my desired specifications. I commission them to make me a few of these stoneware mugs and they all have customized drawings on them. Like this one has our cats on it. I also had them make one for Denks. It has a chicken on it. Whenever I make him hot chocolate in the morning and hand it to him in that mug he’s like ‘oh fuuucckk, it’s a chicken mug day?!?!’ That means it’s gonna be a good day to him.”

Essential four: Coffee

“Bet you couldn’t see this one coming. I usually work nights but have to be quite alert so coffee is my stimulant of choice. I decided I’d use my status as a pro hero for personal gain and create and sell my perfect cup of coffee. It’s fair trade, organic, comes in three different flavors and has…a lot of caffeine. One of the best things about having my own coffee brand is that I get to try a shit ton of samples and get on PR lists for different coffee companies. Needless to say our home always smells like coffee.”

Essential five: Animal crackers

I don’t really know how this started. But I’m thoroughly addicted to animal crackers. Specifically, the ones that come in the red box that looks like a little circus train car or whatever it’s supposed to be. It is the most boring yet immaculate snack food that has ever graced this planet. Whenever we go grocery shopping, I pick up 12 of these without fail. Denki is into the frosted ones now too and he always tells a story where our graham crackers fall in love before meeting a horrific end in our stomach acid. It started out being reminiscent of Romeo and Juliet but has morphed into being more akin to that movie featuring both Godzilla and King Kong framed as a tragic love story.”

“So those are my top five essentials exclusive of items necessary for basic human survival and well-being such as food, water, and shelter. Thanks for spending some time with me today.”

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“I kind of had a breakdown before coming here because I have way more than five favorite things. I shit you not, I had a tear forming in my eyeball because I had to leave behind my giant corn plushie. A complete and total tragedy for real.”

“Sup GQ?! It’s stun gun hero, Chargebolt but you can call me Denki. Today I’m gonna be showing you five of my most favorite things on the entire planet. Let’s rock and roll!”

*Intro*

Essential one: Chokers

“I couldn’t not talk about chokers. I love them so much. There’s just something about them that is so sexy but also badass. Like, please, look at my throat and wish you could bite it, you know? I like to switch up what choker I wear with my hero costume, but I also wear them when I’m off the clock. My husband Hitoshi, who by the way just did his interview and did such a good job your life will actually be ruined if you don’t watch his essential video too, likes to take me to concerts a lot so you know I’m pulling up in a choker every time. I even have this lacey one which I only wear when I’m really feeling my oats. So if you see me out wearing my lace choker you know it’s a super confident Denki day.”

Essential two: Lube

The lace choker thing was really to prep your mind for talking about lube because we gotta talk about fucking lube. There is something that is just so special and refined and intimate about having good, quality lube. I’m not just saying this because she’s a friend, but Midnight has a line of really high-quality lube. Don’t get me wrong, Toshi is good at sex but I swear whenever we use this stuff my soul leaves my body. So please, use lube and treat yourself to a really good quality lube. Miss Midnight even has flavored lube, so stop sleeping on it and pop that shiz in your cart.”

“This is also your regular sexual health reminder. Wrap it before you tap it, use dental dams or a properly cut condom when in a pinch, never use spit, and regularly get tested, alright, babes?”

Essential three: Bose SoundLink system

I’m always listening to something and I just really love music so I can appreciate a good speaker system. Toshi’s papa got us a whole set of these nice nice Bose SoundLink speakers that all sync up as a wedding gift. And you guys. Life changing experience for me and my little ears. When I am listening to music on speakers, a lot of the time I’m doing something where I’m moving between rooms like cleaning, chasing my husband around, dancing, all that. We have one in pretty much every room so the transition is seamless and Bose speakers are really good so I thank these speakers and Hitoshi’s papa every day.

Essential four: Fidget toys

“Okay so I really hate that these kind of got meme'd on because fidget toys are something I legitimately need and use. We have meetings every morning at my agency and holy fuck my ADHD brain struggles with it sometimes. I also use them when we’re walking around during patrol sometimes and for paperwork. No one talks about how much fucking paperwork comes with being a hero, but there is so much paperwork. Like, at least digitalize it y’all. Save the trees, you know?”

“Anyway, I have a lot of different fidget toys, but I’ve really been into this one that’s like a joystick. It’s a bit quieter than this clicky cube one, for instance. So it’s really perfect for meetings and stuff to just have in my pocket.”

Essential five: Hitoshi Shinsou

Denki whacks a seat that has been added next to him. “C’mere sweetcheeks.”

Shinsou groans off camera before sliding into the seat next to Denki who instantly latches onto him.

“Okay, so he looks a little put out because we specifically agreed that we weren’t going to put one another on our lists. But I just couldn’t leave out my little love muffin, so say hi to my fifth essential, my husband Hitoshi,” Denki says.

“I promise I love my husband. Even if I don’t break rules and add him to my essential list.”

“He does love me very much,” Denki gushes as he rubs the tip of his nose against Shinsou’s.

“You’re going to make everyone projectile vomit, Denks.”

“That would be kind of cool though-”

“-No it wouldn’t.”

“Hear me out, hear me out. A headline: pro heroes Chargebolt and Mindjack make everyone forcibly vomit watching sickeningly sweet interview.”

“Well shit, we have to keep it up then,” Shinsou exclaims.

“Guy’s gotta do what a guy’s gotta do. I just love my bubs dearly. I think we really balance one another out and bring out the best in one another. It’s one of those things where I’m like who the fuck was I before he was fucking me, you know? But also not just that. I just wanted to say that because it has a flow. He also emotionally supports me a lot and has changed me for the better by just being his super rad self.”

“I honestly don’t think I’m capable of loving another person as much as I love Denki," Shinsou says softly.

Denki smiles big and kisses Shinsou’s cheek over and over. “Alright GQ, I gotta get my introvert home and cuddle the living hell out of him because he’s being an extra big sweetie today.”

“It’s at home date night,” Shinsou states.

“Running home. Booking it. You could even call it sprinting. The… 15-mile dash back home for at home date night. Anyway– thanks for letting us chill with you, GQ! It’s been real! And thank you for watching! Byeee!”

Thanks for reading! ( ͡ಥ‿ ಥ)━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

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clipping. - Face

https://www.discogs.com/release/11980126-Clipping-Face

Hey, we finally had a record show up! This is the 2018 vinyl reissue of the 2012 debut EP from beloved industrial rap trio Clipping (they stylize it as "clipping." but it fucks up my formatting mojo so I'm sticking to the capital C for this one). The A side is the original 3 track tape, and the B side is remixes and an acapella. This version was released by Deathbomb Arc, the same label that put out the original EP.

I was a little late to the Clipping party and got on board with them shortly after the release of their semi-self-titled debut album, CLPPNG. CLPPNG dropped right after Death Grips broke up and the hype surrounding Clipping on the internet was mostly /mu/ posters heralding them as The Next Death Grips. I always thought that comparison was questionable. Outside of a vague sense of being in the same genre they don't share a lot of DNA, with Clipping pulling heavily from harsh noise and power electronics in contrast to Death Grips' sample-heavy sound fueled by math rock-adjacent live drums. Regardless, the JENNY DEATH WHEN era hype train brought Clipping in front of a relatively big audience of outsider rap nerds looking for another hit of bizarre sounds, and they brought it in spades. After listening to CLPPNG an embarrassing number of times I worked my way back to midcity (their first mixtape) and Face. Face really stuck with me, so I was thrilled to see it reissued in 2018 and picked it up immediately.

The original EP is a short-but-sweet three song affair that wastes no space and takes no prisoners. The opening track, the eponymous Face, is a blistering assault of lighting fast bars, blasts of noise, and a catchy x-rated chorus. It's followed by Studio Freestyle 01, which serves as a sort of mental breather in the middle of the list (as much of one as Clipping will give you at least), with mid-tempo freestyle verses alternating call-and-response style with bursts of harsh noise. The EP rounds out with Block, my personal favorite track from the project. Block showcases Daveed Diggs' uncanny ability to make even the smallest things seem profound and significant. A song about nothing becomes a song about everything as he paints a picture of a city block on top of a slow-burning beat. There are no characters. There is no action and no narrative. And that's the beauty of it.

The B side is a collection of remixes backed with an acapella of the first track. I'm normally not a huge fan of remixes, but the selection here is a fun listen. The first two are remixes of the title track, with the first turning it into a stompy industrial club tune and the second chopping it into a wall of samples (including a shockingly straight-faced interpolation of Gangnam Style, and a slightly less straight-faced interlude of the intro to Never Gonna Give You Up). This is followed by Clipping's remix of This Song Is A Drug Deal, by LA noise rock drum-and-shout group Foot Village. It chops up the spastic drums from the original song and uses them as a bed for some verses from Daveed. The side closes out with the acapella of Face, not exactly critical listening but I'm glad it's out there for DJs and remix artists to take advantage of.

As previously mentioned, the copy in front of me is the 2018 Deathbomb Arc vinyl issue, the only vinyl issue to date. The 2012 original pressing was only on cassette, and this deluxe reissue was also available on cassette with an expanded tracklist containing additional Face remixes. I opted for the vinyl version because, frankly, I lived through tapes the first time around; they sucked then, they suck now, and part of me withers away every time I have to buy a new one. Regardless, the vinyl edition is simple but well-presented. The album art still looks good when blown up to 12"x12", and they did a nice job typesetting the back cover. It includes a download code for the download-inclined, and opts for a polybag rather than a paper inner (I breathe a sigh of relief every time I open a new record and don't need to immediately resleeve the LP, records are too damn expensive now for these labels to cheap out with the crappy paper inners that shed everywhere and scuff your new record up). The pressing is fairly shallow, but my copy plays well with little to no surface noise. The sound is a bit dull, but it's not exactly a hi-fi recording in the first place so I'm not going to complain. No inserts or liner notes on this one, but an EP doesn't really need all that anyways. Overall I think they've done a nice job with the reissue.

I think the beauty of Face is that it paints a fairly complete picture of Clipping in only 3 tracks. You have the high energy sonic assaults, you have the artsy contemplation, and you have the fearless harsh noise and power electronics interludes. While it's not their most essential work, if you want a short elevator pitch for why you should care about Clipping, this is it. A great start to a legendary career. Rest assured, if I keep doing this long enough we'll see plenty of other Clipping releases in the future, so strap in for some more noise rap greatness down the road. In the meantime, may your music stay pleasantly abrasive and may your preferred genitals be in your face.