#OPPY WHY DID YOU HAVE TO GO LIKE THAT

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IM GETTING EMOTIONAL OVER A ROBOT WHY

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𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 - 𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧!𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫

cillian murphy!oppenheimer x reader

DISCLAIMER: this is fanfiction. it isn’t real. Oppenheimer is a real person, however Cillian!Oppenheimer is not. he is a character. if you have something bad to say just keep it in the drafts (:

“let's all go play Nagasaki, we can all get vaporized. hold my hand, let's turn to ash. I'll see you on the other side.” - 137 by Brand New

warnings: spoilers for Oppenheimer, descriptions of nuclear bomb/ explosion, fear

word count: 1316

author's note: I love Cillian so much, and he did so good in Oppy!! I just had to write about it. please keep in mind there are spoilers in this, don't read if you haven't seen the movie. also, there's only like, one other fic on here for Cillian!Oppy which is sad but I'm sure there'll be more soon. (:

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ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ʀᴇᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ, ᴀᴏ3, ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴇʙsɪᴛᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ɪɴ ᴀɪ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀs ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʀᴛɪғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴛᴏ sᴇʟʟ ғᴏʀ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

For the last few nights, Robert has woken up abruptly from his sleep. He’ll sit upright and pant, trying his best to catch his breath. It alarms you every time he does this despite him acting like it didn’t happen. But you know he doesn’t go back to sleep after because you feel him toss and turn until morning. Test day is tomorrow, and you can feel Robert’s nervous energy radiating off him. This was it- this was the epitome of his life’s work, and if it failed, he would be lost. And you’re torn between wanting it not to work for humanity’s sake and wanting it to work for Robert’s. 

You have worked alongside your husband for many years despite the pushback from society. But he knows your intelligence and insisted you be involved in the Project. He refused to have anything to do with it unless you assisted him. Lieutenant Groves reluctantly agreed, but he still knew just how capable you were to help with the Project. 

You’re very much a housewife outside of work, though. Despite being a knowledgeable person, you still have duties at home. You’re busy folding laundry when Robert exits the bedroom after getting ready for a meeting. It was the last one before tomorrow’s events. Robert doesn’t say much to you before bidding his farewell and heading out. It wasn’t abnormal for him to mumble a goodbye before putting his hat on and leaving without anything else said. He was reserved unless it was necessary to say something. That’s one thing you admired about Robert; he could be cynical and sarcastic yet humble and a man of few words. 

You would attend a later meeting that evening, so it’s possible you may not see Robert until bedtime. You aren’t worried about him not kissing your son goodnight or missing dinner. You mostly worry he won’t sleep enough.

Later in bed, you and Robert both lay on your backs, staring at the ceiling wordlessly. 

“How are you feeling?” you suddenly ask, breaking the eerie silence.

Robert opens his mouth before shutting it again, shrugging.

You sigh, turning on your side to face him, “I can feel you have nightmares, you know.”

Robert cuts his eyes toward you before giving in and rolling over to face you as well, “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” you furrow your brow, “There’s nothing to be sorry for. What we’re- what you’re doing is incredibly stressful and world-changing. It’s normal to be anxious over it.”

“That’s exactly why I’m anxious.”

“Which part?”

“The world-changing part.”

You’re quiet for a moment before answering, “What do you dream about?”

Robert’s eyes study yours closely, searching for any instance of potential recoil from what he’s about to tell you. He searches even though he knows he won’t find it because Robert knows that you’d never leave him no matter what. Even if his nightmares were incomparable to even the most descriptive horror stories. What’s worse is that Robert knows no one has ever seen the results of a bomb the magnitude of the one he’s created. So it’s up to his imagination. And his imagination is one of grotesque imagery that he hopes won’t come to fruition.

“Death,” Robert says plainly, with a cold look, “Destruction. Everything in my dreams is obliterated by fire and disintegrates into ash, and even the ash turns into nothingness.”

You purse your lips, gently reaching your hand up to touch Robert’s cheek, running your thumb over his cheekbone.

“I don’t fear for me or for us. I fear for our children,” Robert gives a watery laugh, “And the world they’ll have to grow up in knowing that such weaponry exists.”

You tuck Robert’s head into your chest, “You are merely the creator, darling. You have no control over how they use your creation. And I know that worries you, but you cannot do much about it.”

“I know. You’re right. But the fact I’m the one responsible for such a destructive device,” Robert trails off.

“Your creation is for science exploration and nothing more,” you say, “Remember that tomorrow.”

When you awake at two in the morning to prepare for the test, Robert has already gotten up from bed. You figure he didn’t sleep and has already made his way down the street to prepare. You hurriedly get dressed, grab your son, and walk out the front door. You let your neighbor, one of the wives of another scientist, watch over your son while you and Robert are away. A vehicle has been sent to your home, probably by Robert, to retrieve you. The ride is quiet and bumpy. You figure they would take you to the main hall, but they keep driving into the desert. Everyone must already be at Trinity. 

Trinity is alight, with people who worked on the project scurrying around to find the perfect spot to watch the explosion. You climb off the vehicle and run to the tent where Robert resides with the others. A relieved smile grows on his face when he sees you walk in.

“I didn’t want to see this without you,” he says, pulling you in for a tight hug.

“Did you sleep at all?” you mutter into his shoulder.

“Unfortunately, no. But sleep can come later,” Robert says, returning to the detonation station. 

You cross your arms and walk around aimlessly, watching the scientists scramble to take their places and put sun shades on.

“Ninety minutes,” Robert says from behind you.

You turn around to look at him, a half smile growing on your face, “I’m proud of you.”

“And I’m proud of you, too. Without your suggestions, we may not be here,” Robert plays with a loose strand of your hair.

“I doubt that,” you chuckle, “Your brainpower alone has done the job.”

“I’ll see you on the other side,” Robert says.

After a little under an hour and a half of checking that everything was perfect and prepared, everyone took their places where they wanted to view the test. You’re next to Robert, with goggles on your face that match his. Both of you have ports to get a fantastic view. The countdown begins.

Everyone becomes dead silent as the bomb is detonated. The flash causes you to gasp, your eyes adjusting to the sudden brightness despite the goggles. When the light subsides, you see a mushroom cloud of nothing but fire beginning to rise to the atmosphere. Beside you, Robert grabs hold of your hand and grasps it tightly. 

“Now I am become Death, the Destroyer of Worlds,” Robert says with a haunting tone.

You remove your goggles along with everyone else as you squint against the harsh brightness. Before you is the most terrifying, breathtaking thing you’ve ever seen. A firestorm that is capable of mass destruction. A scientific miracle. But before anyone can relax, the sound of air rumbling and rushing toward the tent is heard. The sound of the explosion hits the viewing base violently. The blast wave smacks everyone as they brace themselves against the high wind. Once the hot gust of air subsides and the explosion tapers down, everyone begins to cheer and clap.

“We did it,” Robert says in disbelief before he looks up at you, “We actually did it.”

You nod, smiling at him proudly before engulfing him in a hug.

“I have destroyed the world,” Robert whispers in your ear, and you pull away to see an odd flash of emotion cross his face.

“You haven’t,” you whisper back, as people begin to approach your husband, “But you’ve changed it forever.”

As colleagues surround Robert and move him outside, you remain in the tent for a moment. You replay the mushroom-looking explosion in your head. You begin to ponder what the Manhattan Project’s creation will do for the world. And whether it’s good or bad.

Either way, everyone has been forever changed.

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Arranged Marriage Asks you say?? I say, TFA Megop coded. Mostly fluff with some smut at the end. (Rozie Anon)

Oppy is chosen to become the bride to Megatron at the behest of Ultra Magnus, the Council, and Megatron himself. This is after the series is over and Megatron escapes confinement (perhaps Optimus broke him out?? The boy has such strong morals and wouldn't let the corrupt council kill a mech so brutally and without justice, even Megatron). Maybe this is for peace treaty reasons, maybe Cybertron is under attack and they need help, even from their greatest enemies. UM and the Council tried to change Megatron's mind about taking their best Prime, but he had his spark set, that feisty little Prime will be his whether he or his Council likes it or not.

Optimus is all dolled up in the finest of dowry, bridal veil and all. Silver and white gold armor pieces that are more ornate than functional, steelsilk dress and drapings embroidered with golden lace, and precious jewels hang from his frame. At least he got to choose how he looked and the Council spared no expense ensuring that this wedding was perfect. Of course they did have to make compromises with Megatron over some aspects of the decorations and ceremony, this wasn't a private affair after all. This would be televised across the galaxy, a union between two empires putting millions of years of war to rest.

The ceremony goes off without a hitch. Optimus is no blushing bride, he stalks down the aisle with a gait of grimm confidence, maybe a little bashful and definitely anxious, but to those watching he looks almost sad.

When the "happily" wedded couple returns home (the Nemesis), Optimus expects that Megatron will ravage him, take his valve and breed him. Why else would a warlord like him want a bride besides producing an heir? It's not like Megatron is actually fond of him. He defeated him, locked him up, and condemned him to a fate that should have killed him. Megatron doesn't like him!

...Right?

Yes, actually. It takes a while for him to come to terms with it, but Megatron does genuinely like Optimus. Megatron wasn't going to settle for anyone who doesn't meet his standards. Someone daring, strong, iron-willed, and most of all, capable of defeating him in combat. It's a pretty significant turn on for Decepticons to be defeated in a fight by a truly worthy opponent. He's been enamored by the little Prime for years since they fought on earth.

And horrifyingly, Optimus finds he too is falling for Megatron. Sure he's his husband, but it was a political marriage, a marriage of convenience! He wasn't supposed to actually fall in love with him! But the longer he stays on the Nemesis, the more they work together towards a brighter future for Cybertron, the more he learns and grows to appreciate the Decepticon culture... he finds himself genuinely adoring the company of his mighty and powerful husband.

He's well taken care of, having put on a few pounds and filled out, curvy, beefy, and plump. Not at all flabby, strong muscles lay beneath the fat capable of bench pressing his husband. Which also has the very welcome bonus of flustering the warlord. He gets quite a bit more attention now. He's respected, he's noticed, he's revered, and he's loving it. Basking in the adoration their people are showing him. He's starting to like the sound of "Empress of Decepticons."

The way he confesses his love wasn't how he imagined. He wanted it to be this grand gesture, showing his appreciation for everything Megatron has given him and done for him. Instead, it comes out in the most natural way possible. In the comfort of their home, with a beautiful view of reformed Cybertron just beyond the window of their little library, laughing at some obscure tale Megatron embellishes for entertainment between the two of them.

"I love you."

The room goes silent. Until Optimus starts stuttering, but never disputes his claim, just trying to make it sound more elegant. Megatron cuts him off.

"I've been waiting for you to say that for a long time."

"How long?"

"Since the beginning."

Abrupt and accidental as it was, their confession was no less spark-felt. Megatron draws Optimus in for a kiss that quickly becomes heated. Their fields mingling, intwinging, branding and consuming them in burning passion. Megatron lifts Optimus up (not a difficult task, the mech is half his size... could suck his spike standing up-) and briskly makes their way back to Megatron's room.

Months of pent up sexual tension is suddenly released and before he knows it, Optimus is spread out on a massive, luxurious, berth, ready and willing. Wet, clenching, valve around exploratory fingers as Megatron preps him. And soon a spike nearly the size of his forearm is inexorably breaching him, Optimus overloads before the whole thing is seated.

The next few breems are a whirlwind of pleasure. Optimus screams Megatron's name, the most lewd sounds and pleas fall from his lips, begging for more, harder, faster. He's suddenly very glad they live alone. His access ports open, flashing green, ready for connection. Megatron plugs into each one, amplifying the feedback of pleasure between the two. Megatron is one to open his spark chamber first.

"Bond with me, my beloved, forever and always."

"Always, forever!"

Sparkbonded and finally sated after hours of gratuitous fragging, Optimus and Megatron rest.

A few weeks later, Optimus starts feeling sick. A trip to Ratchet's clinic - Deadlock, or rather Drift now, is helping him run it - confirms their suspicions. But it's not just one bittie in the forge.

It's a clutch of five.

Turns out being revived by the Allspark (Optimus) and holding it in one's spark chamber (Megatron) makes for a very potent fertility agent.

YES tfa megop is so good for an arranged marriage scenario. I love how this takes it a different route, without Megatron ravaging Optimus it really feels like a marriage of convenience. They keep their distance at first, rarely butting into each other's daily lives on purpose, but things happen, they get wrapped up in conversations, they spend time together outside of fighting and it's... better than they've expected :)

[pinguwrites]

Stay ⸻ Robert Oppenheimer

pairing | cillian!robert oppenheimer x reader

summary | You’ve always known that Robert was the love of your life. How will you cope when he moves to Germany?

word count | 1.7k

Warnings: I dunno why all my oppie fics have a sad touch to them, breeding kink, baby trap, p in v sex, sub!robert, kinda dark!reader, insecure!reader

Robert Oppenheimer was a man burdened by fate, of dreams and visions of a future he couldn’t yet understand. He would wake up in the middle of the night, desperate eyes glazing across the room, only to land on his bedroom window, watching as the rain pattered against the glass. Who was there to comfort him but you? the only one who truly knew him, the only one who would hold him for hours, whispering sweet nothings into his ear until he finally fell asleep, blessed with your gentle touch and soothing words.

You had always thought that Robert was different from the others. He was gentle and kind, not as masculine, but not short of the handsome features and gentlemanly behavior men were expected to possess. He was breathtaking. Every time you were around him you felt like you were witnessing a true beauty, a genius, a bird with wings that would soon fly away, up into the air and out of your reach, destined for a future you weren't a part of.

Your concerns had only reached their peak when he voiced to you his desire of traveling abroad, to Germany. You knew he was never good with practical things, so it was no wonder he didn't enjoy experimental physics. You just didn't expect him to want to move away to seek his passion. Was he planning on bringing you with him?

"Niehls Bohr suggested I go to Göttingen," Robert had said one day during dinner, "study there under Max Born. I think I'll go. I'm useless in the lab."

You stayed quiet, nodding. Had he thought of what you were going to do? The horrible thought entered your mind that maybe Robert wasn't as committed to this relationship as you were. After all, most couples would have gotten married by this point. Dating culture had only just now become a thing, and that too it was for younger folks. While marriage was where you expected to head, maybe Robert had different ideas. He'd always been a difficult one to grasp onto.

"Is something wrong?" Robert asked, eyebrows creasing a little. "Did — did I do something?"

You shook your head and lied. "No. And no."

Robert became quiet as well. It wasn't until you both finished with your food did he finally speak up, "You don't have to come. I think it would be better if you stay."

There was a little tug on your heart, like a string was wrenching it, causing it to curl up on itself the way a child does when crying. So, he didn't want you to come with him.

"Why?" you asked quietly.

Robert paused. "Well, you have your family here. It would be ridiculous for me to ask you to move. You'd have to learn a new language, leave your life behind . . . "

He was being reasonable. Like always.

You put away the dishes after dinner. Robert went to bed, and you followed soon after with a tired sigh. Sometimes you hated the way things were. It hurt. He would never know, never understand how much you loved him. If you were in his place, you wouldn't have made such a big decision on your own. Or at least, you would have begged him to come with you. You felt like crying. What were you supposed to do now?

After an hour of trying to fall asleep, listening to Robert's uneven breathing, you felt something poking your thighs. It took you a moment to register what it was, but when you finally did, you were annoyed, a simmering anger starting to burn within you.

"Seriously, Robert?" you said, turning around to face him. This wasn't something you had expected, definitely not after what was a tense conversation.

"S-sorry," Robert stuttered out, pulling himself away. You could hear his breathing becoming more shallow and his voice more lustful. "You do something to me."

You were about to make some witty comment about how desperate he was, leave him all horny and bothered while you went to sleep, but the situation presented an opportunity. You felt a twinge of guilt knowing that you were taking advantage of the man you loved, but how else were you supposed to ease your insecurities? Besides, this was bound to happen sooner than later. If anything, Robert would be grateful. It would solve everything.

You flipped yourself over and sat on top of Robert, right about his throbbing cock. He arched his back a little, trying to get some friction, but after a few moments of attempting to do so, he gave up and rested his head back on the pillow.

"I do something to you?" you repeated, trailing your fingers across his jawline. You loved every part of Robert, especially his face. He was so goddamn beautiful, and needy, and pathetic. He was just made for you. "Of course I do."

Robert placed his hands on your hips, feeling the fabric of your nightgown. "Please," he begged, tugging on it like a child.

"Please what?" you asked, pinching his nose.

"Mmm. Ride me," he choked out, his voice hoarse. "Ride me like I belong to you."

You huffed. "Oh, but you do Robert. You do belong to me."

Reaching your hand back, you rubbed his cock through his pants. He let out a soft sigh, the fabric crumpling. Outside, it had begun to drizzle, the clouds a bright white, lighting up the room even though it was night.

"But sometimes you need to be reminded," you added, watching as the pleased expression on his face turned into one of confusion.

"I don't need to be reminded."

"Oh, really? Why is it that you sprung all this news upon me all of a sudden? Moving to Germany," you scoffed. "Without telling your woman? What, you thought you could just decide to leave one day? Decide to leave me behind?"

You squeezed his cock, hard.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath. "Hurts."

You tightened your grip. "I just want to understand. Have you found someone else? Is that why you don't want me to come?"

"No," he protested, frowning. He squirmed a little. "I was thinking about you. I thought you didn't . . . I thought you wouldn't want to come." Maybe he thought that would do the trick, but when you still didn't let go of his cock, he continued, "I was going to write you letters! S-send you flowers — and — and, please. Be nice to me."

Robert started crying. Silent tears poured out of his eyes, and you knew he felt humiliated, but judging by the way his cock was twitching in your hands, he was still turned on. That was the thing with Robert and men like him — they needed some firmness and a woman to tell them what to do.

You finally let go. He breathed a sigh of relief, but his peace only lasted a few moments, before you lifted up your dress and sunk down onto his length, taking only seconds to get used to his size.

"Yes," he moaned, hands on your hip as he guided you. It was a slow, steady pace, the sound of skin slaps and wet, squishy noises filling the room. "Keep doing that."

You thought that maybe you should give him a little slap, but for the time being, you let yourself enjoy his body. The way you two moved in sync, mind hazy and hands wandering, made you feel like you were in heaven on earth. It was perfect, down to the little chest hairs that brushed against your skin and the whimpers Robert made during a deep thrust. You didn't want to change anything. You wanted Robert to still be your little bird, even though that meant his wings had to be clipped.

He spread his legs wider. "Come with me," he murmured, leaving lazy, sloppy kisses along your neck. "We'll move together."

You shook your head. "I don't want to move to Germany. And I don't want you to move either."

Robert laid back down and threw his head against the pillow. "What? I don't . . . oh, don't be so rough."

You continued massaging his balls. "I'll be as rough as I want. Now, are you going to keep complaining or take what I give you?"

"Okay.”

Robert’s expression was contorted into one of pain and pleasure, an expression so natural to him. You ran your hand across his forehead and hair, tugging on it slightly. Within just a few moments, you could feel his cock twitch, and a specific breathing pattern overcome him.

“That’s it,” you said softly. “Come for me.”

Robert lifted his head up, but then it fell back down, his eyes shut. He did this kind of thing often. His hands were snaking up your waist, holding it gently as you rocked back and forth. He seemed to be lost in the moment, not sure of what was going on — only his selfish pleasure, but then his eyes fluttered open, and he realized with a start that he was about to come in you. 

“Wait,” he croaked out. “I need’a — you need to get off.”

“Why?” you hummed, acting clueless. “It feels good.”

“Y-yeah.” He started squirming, pulling his legs up to his knees. But the thing with Robert was that he was so indulgent, so consumed in the moment, you doubted he would be able to push you off, or if he even wanted to. “But I’m gonna cum — I can’t, please.”

“Why not? Don’t want me to be a mommy?” you moaned. “I’d make a good mother.”

“I know you would,” he whined. “But — I can’t, we’re not married — I —” 

He groaned loudly, white spurts of his hot cum spurting out into your pussy. It lasted a few moments, his nose scrunched and his toes curled. When he finally calmed down, he looked up at you, hair disheveled, lips parted, and sweet eyelashes wet with tears.

“Stay,” you said softly, stopping your movements. “Stay here. With me.”

Robert licked his lips, pausing. He didn’t say anything for a while, and for a moment you were afraid that even though he had just impregnated you, he would leave anyway. But then, “Yes,” he breathed out. “I’ll stay.”

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My Lips on Yours (J. Robert Oppenheimer x F!Reader)

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requested by @forgottenpeakywriter :can you write something where reader and oppie have been dating for a while and they share their first kiss

DISCLAIMER: This is clearly based off of Cillian Murphy's Oppenheimer. If this bothers you just scroll on.

Warnings: Language, kissing, drinking, smoking, slight mention of sex

Word Count: 1.3

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You can remember the day like it was yesterday. Robert had shown up to your house, bouquet of flowers in his hands and a formal invitation asking you out. You, of course, had instantly said no. Being close family friends with Lawrence gives you a certain insight on some individuals, including Robert Oppenheimer. Lawrence had explicitly told you ‘stay away from him,’ but it’s hard to avoid Oppenheimer when he’s everywhere you go. 

Even though you told him no the first time he asked you out, it sure didn’t stop him. He showed up to your doorstep again, a new bouquet of flowers and had asked the same question ‘would you like to have dinner with me’, to which you again said no. 

It took almost two weeks of him constantly asking you day by day for you to say yes, despite your friends all warning you. 

By the time you started dating you had to admit to yourself, it was honestly not that bad. In fact, you and him went on another, and another, and another until almost three months have passed. 

Despite having dated for a few months now there's still something that you and him haven’t done. You haven’t kissed each other. Don’t be mistaken, you and him have had sex. Lots of it. But you and Robert have not kissed each other on the lips and it’s honestly irritating.

Seeming to pick up on your annoyance, your colleague looks up at you from across the table in the library. “Something the matter?”

You turn your attention to your classmate and let out a huff. “Just annoyed.”

“About?”

You close your book and set it down onto the table. “It’s been over three months and we still haven’t kissed. It’s just been bothering me. Why hasn’t he kissed me? Did I do something wrong? Am I unappealing? Is he just using me? What am I doing wrong?” You place your head in your hands in frustration as your friend flicks their eyes above you to see a pair staring back before the person scurries away. 

“You’re doing nothing wrong. Maybe he’s just not ready for that kind of commitment.” Your friend tries to soothe you but it’s a hard feat.

“That wouldn’t make sense though. We’ve done things. He kisses me everywhere except my face. It just makes me feel like he’s using me for my body and that he doesn’t really care for me.” Your friend nods in response, rubbing a soothing hand on your back.

“I’m sure he does. He’s just weird like that. You knew that when you started dating him.” The comment makes you laugh slightly as you wipe away a stray tear before opening your book back up.

“Lawrence did try to warn me.”

“That he did. Let’s get back to studying.”

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“Dr. Oppenheimer?” The sound of his name being called stirs Oppenheimer’s concentration from his desk of papers and causes him to look up to see Alvarez standing in the doorway, awkwardly shifting his weight.

“What is it Alvarez?”

“Can I tell you something that might be awkward?” Robert motions to the seat in front of his desk and takes a puff from his pipe, waiting for Alvarez to continue. “So I know you’re seeing (Y/N) but I feel like you should know that (Y/N) is getting frustrated that you guys haven’t… kissed.” Silence.

“Where did you hear this?” 

“I overheard her telling this to her friend.” Robert pushes away from his desk and places the papers in his briefcase, exhaling a plume of smoke before snuffing out his pipe.

“Thank you, Alvarez, for letting me know. You can see yourself out.” Alvarez quickly nods and rushes away, cheeks flushed from the embarrassment of the topic at hand. The minute Alvarez gets out of sight Robert leans back into his chair, staring off to the distance. If you’re bothered by him not kissing you, he wonders what else you’re bothered with.

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Sharp knocks on the door disrupt you from your studying. Getting up from your seat you stride towards the door, swinging it open to reveal Robert on the other side, flowers in his hands. “Good evening darling.”

“Robert? I wasn’t aware that you’re coming. Do we have a date tonight?” He brushes past you and sets the flowers on your doorway stand before hanging up his coat and hat while you watch on in confusion.

“Do I need to have an appointment to see you?”

“Well, no, but I also wasn’t expecting you. If I’d known that you were coming I would’ve cooked something.” He waves his hand and steps further into your house towards the kitchen, instantly fixing himself and you a martini. 

“Nonsense. I can make us something.” Now you’re really confused. You have never heard of Robert cooking. In fact, you’re not even sure if he knows how to, given the fact that he’s so thin. You’ve always just assumed that his diet is cigarettes, martinis, coffees and the occasional cookie that he would always steal from your lunch box or even Lawrence’s. 

“Ok, Robert. What are you doing here?” He turns around and hands you the martini, a smile on his face as he takes your arm and guides you to the couch. 

“I heard something and I want to run it by you.” His admission has your heart racing. What on earth could it be that he just had to show up to your house? Nodding your head for him to continue, his blue eyes pierce yours. “I heard that you expressed some discourse about the fact that we haven’t properly kissed.”

The comment made you spit out your drink. “What?”

“Alvarez overheard you telling your friend that you’re upset that we haven’t kissed properly, so I’m here to change that.” Why this arrogant bastard. 

“You’re a jerk Robert,” you move to stand up but he grabs your wrist and pulls you back down, setting your drinks of the coffee table before taking your face in his hands. 

“No, no. Hear me out.” You want to pull away but you also want to hear him out. “I’ve been wanting to kiss you, I just didn’t know when a good time would be or if you even wanted to.”

“Let me counter that point. Why wouldn’t I? We’ve been seeing each other for months now and we still haven’t done something so mundane.” He shakes his head, one thumb running over your cheek while the other hand pets your hair.

“I don’t want it to be mundane. I want it to be magical. With the… parameters… of our relationship I never knew when the good time was to kiss you, but now I know.”

“You could’ve always asked, you know?” He chuckles in response, his eyes staring into yours as your bodies move ever so closer together. 

“Well (Y/N). May I kiss you?”

“No.” Your answer is a sharp slap to Robert’s face and he begins to pull away but your hands reach out to his face. “Of course you can, you silly idiot.” He smiles like an idiot before closing the gap between the two of you, your lips molding together like they were meant for each other. Your hands grab onto his blazer and hold him close as his tongue sweeps along your bottom lip asking for access. Opening your mouth, you let out a little whimper as he explores you. There’s now a tangible layer of intimacy between you and Robert now and it’s dizzying. You feel lightheaded, like you’re drunk. Maybe you’re drunk on him, but whatever it is, it is way better than you imagined.

The two of you remain in each other’s embrace for a minute before he pulls away, his forehead resting against yours as the two of you try to catch your breaths. “How was that?”

“That was… something else.” He chuckles, his thumb tracing your swollen parted lips. “Do it again.”

“Now that I know, I don’t intend to stop.”

[aphroditeslover11]

Thinking In Numbers

Oppie x Reader

A/N: as always, based on Cillian Murphy’s very fictional depiction of Oppie, if you don’t want to read it I’m not forcing to and if you do then please feel free to stick around.

This is the response to the poll from the other day, handling some problems arising from the couple’s age gap.

Warnings: mentions fo alcohol, age gap, world’s mildest angst with a happy ending!

You had been on his arm at a lot of fundraising events recently, trying to raise money for the causes that he supported, which meant that you had been spending a lot of time with Robert’s circle of friends. They were all amazing and very interesting people, the conversation was always incredible and you loved them, but you couldn’t help feeling a little like a fish out of water. You were only a philosophy student, in a sea of seasoned academics.

The first time that you really started to notice the difference in your ages was at the end of the summer semester. Both the staff and the students were organising parties and you didn’t know whether you should go and celebrate the end of term with your friends or go and have a far more civilised send-off for the holidays with Robert and the professors. For him there had never been any question that you would accompany him, despite your age he always perceived you as being too mature and sensible to enjoy the parties of your fellow students. He assumed that you were exactly like him at your age, unbelievably introverted and not seeing the point in all of the chaos. You did as he expected of you, and it was a lovely evening with the help of a few of Oppie’s martinis, but you had ended up following him towards the physics faculty who were now having a conversation that you had no chance of understanding. When you got home that night you called your friend’s house, making sure that she had got home from the student celebrations.

“You don’t have to worry about me y/n,” she chuckled, clearly under the influence.

“Did you have a good night?”

“Yeah, the boys decided that it would be a good idea to to try and raid the chemistry stock room so we ended up with impromptu fireworks, it was quite a show actually. One of them nearly blew himself up, but I think he’s alright now.”

“God, I wish I could have been there.”

“How was your evening?”

“Not too bad, it was nice to spend the evening with Robert but he ended up in a corner with the physics department so I was left to my own devices. He expects it of me though so I just do it for him. I’m sure you had a better evening than me.” Little did you know that Oppie was walking past the semi-open door, and heard every word that you were saying.

~

The next day you went back to the campus to pick up some books from the library that you wanted to look at over the summer. You bumped into a few of the boys that you had met over the year, all part way through their degrees just like you.

“How was the party with the old boys club y/n?” One of them asked.

“It was quite fun actually, a lot of interesting conversations. They aren’t all old men, you know.”

“Oppie’s alright, the rest of them can be a bit of a drag,” this came from Luke, who you knew took one of your boyfriend’s classes.

“I heard about your antics with the fireworks, I’m amazed that you’re all still in one piece. I’d take a drag over a near death experience!” You tried to joke back, though it was true that you would rather have spent the evening with them.

“Come on, why don’t you come out with us tonight, live a little. Do you want to be old before your time?” It was then that you felt a familiar arm wrapping around your waist. Looking to your side you were met with Robert, his face with the usual soft smile it wore whenever he saw you.

“Why’s she going to be old Luke?” He questioned, humouring the lads. He was closer with his students than many of the other lecturers at Berkeley and they felt that they could have a little banter with him as a result.

“All of the time that she…” Luke started.

“…Spends sitting at home reading books when I could be out with them.” You quickly cut him off, Robert didn’t need to be involved in this. Luke gave you a bizarre look and carried on talking to his professor, but you could tell that said professor was unsatisfied. Not long later, as you were walking away, he started questioning you.

“My love, what didn’t you want me to hear Luke saying back there?” You were walking back to his office to collect the papers he had left before heading to New Mexico for the summer.

“If you want the truth, they were teasing me for spending so much time with the faculty. It was all in good fun.” Oppie paused for a moment.

“It is true that you don’t spend much time with your own friends though. I have to admit that I heard you on the phone the other night, I never thought that I might have been pressuring you into anything, but I can understand now that I have.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to spend time with your friends, I really do. Sometimes I just feel like I want to do the sorts of things that normal students do.”

“Darling, why didn’t you say any of this earlier?”

“I didn’t want to make things awkward or make you to feel obligated to do anything that you didn’t want to do.” Robert sighed softly at that, turning and taking your face in his hands, looking down at you.

“My love, you can always tell me anything. You are too caring for your own good sometimes, you know that? This is my fault, I shouldn’t have been so shortsighted, so its up to me to make it up to you.”

“Robert, you don’t have to…”

“This weekend we’ll stay here, we’ll have some people over to the apartment, your people, and we’ll do whatever you want for an evening. You know what, I can clear out for the evening and leave you in peace if you like.” He could tell from your smile that you had other ideas.

“Or you could stay and join in with the madness, you do owe me afterall and I think you could make it up to me by proving to Luke that you aren’t an old man. Maybe then he’ll stop taking the mick out of me.”

“I could probably do with a good shafting anyway,” he acquiesced. “So, will you forgive me for being so hopeless.”

“Only if you cover up the raid the boys did the other day on the chemistry department.”

“What raid?”

“They have a habit of setting off homemade fireworks at parties.”

“They are not setting off fireworks in my house…” You stood on your toes then, closing the gap to silence him with a kiss.

“Dr Oppenheimer, my party, my rules!”

[rubyvroom]

Oppenheimer certainly is a movie

So I did see this and to its credit I am giving it some thought afterwards. There is a movie inside this movie that is actually pretty good; however, some Decisions were made that obscure this fact.

It is ultimately a Great Man film, and it stood a chance to do an interesting variation on the Great Man film where the Great Man is also the villain of the film. It actually feints at this in ways that I think are extremely interesting, but undermines it structurally in a way I think is detrimental to the film regardless of my opinions on its subject.

The ending, for example, is where Christopher Nolan just cannot help putting in a clever "oh the irony" moment to leave you wow'ed, but it is so transparently doing this that it makes you look back in annoyance at the previous 3 hours.

This invented conversation between Einstein and Oppenheimer that Nolan had to conceal from us earlier in the film to bring back at the last minute so that the viewer can think, oh wow! Of course that conversation was not what Strauss imagined it was at all, he was as a paranoid narcissist assuming they were talking about him rather than reciting the theme of the film out loud for us! It was all a misunderstanding! How tragic!

But why do that? Other than the wow, what is this accomplishing? What is this investigation/hearing structure that we spend much of the run-time of the film in accomplishing? It gives the film a structure that allows us to jump around in time, but what did we get out of this other than last minute reveals? Why did he make it this way?

Well, this is the way to have a film about J Robert Oppeheimer with a villian who is not J Robert Oppenheimer.

So you have Strauss in that role, and honestly, he is played so magnetically by Robert Downey Jr that it almost works. You basically go with it for 2 hours and 50 minutes or so. Because unlike the protagonist of this film he has agency. He is making decisions. He has convictions that he will explain and demonstrate. He's the character making the film go, more or less.

Oppenheimer does none of those things. He is a passive player in his own story. Which is a Decision in this movie, and a big one. Especially if you look through all the contradictions to actual history.

In this movie Oppenheimer really doesn't wrestle with any moral quandries, he does not make difficult choices. The Manhattan Project is a task he is uniquely suited to, as he is to nothing else, as though he is forged for this and only this purpose. Oppenheimer is less an archer than an arrow loosed at the target of the Trinity Tests and left there quivering ever after. It's an inevitability. He does it because it's what he does, what he was always going to do. As a main character he's not so different from the Tenet protagonist in this way. Just like Tenet, this movie is a clockwork propelling the Great Man where he needs to be.

The film absolves Oppenheimer in this way, treating him as swept along by the forces of history rather than making moral decisions. And hell, maybe that's how it actually happened - humans frequently blunder into moral quagmires without planning to. We avoid thinking about the inconvenient truths and wrestling with cognitive dissonance all the time. On top of that, Oppenheimer himself gets a special dispensation for being a Scientist, with zippy quantum physics imagery flashing in his head all the time. How can we expect him to focus on the real world implications of his fancy science? (Except real world logistics is actually the thing he is accomplished in, as we see in the whole section where he designs the Los Alamos project. He didn't actually discover the principals of the bomb, or design the bomb himself. He's not Einstein. He's not even Niels Bohr. He's a project manager. An extremely good one! But let's ignore that, the movie wants us to think flashy Science Visions when we think of Oppie, so okay.) Anyway, we try with a few briefly shown newspaper covers to assign a motive to the man's drive. His Jewish identity gets some lip service, without much conviction or, y'know, actual onscreen depiction. The Nazis are a distant abstraction, less immediate than the lurking communists at every corner. Watch out for the commies, Oppie! They're the ones actually on his street corner, while Nazis are literally represented as a couple headlines. Obviously none of those things really matter. In the end he builds the bomb because he can, because he can do it faster than anyone else and pretty much instantaneously upon realizing it's possible he is mentally committed to the task. It is his destiny and his terrible duty. It has to be him. He is a homing missile. A bomb.

THAT movie is interesting, actually.

I find that part of the movie weirdly compelling, and if they had leaned into that angle I feel like it could have been a great film? If they had only mentioned a few more similar incidents to the cyanide apple, played out his violent tendencies, and contrasted to a genuine love of science -- and what exactly does he love about it, really? -- where does that get us? How does power use people like that? What does it do with them afterwards?

But most of this movie is not that.

Most of this movie is Oppenheimer being unfairly persecuted for being friends with communists, which is presented as an example of scientist as a naive babe in the woods rather than the savvy political operator he actually was in real life. And if you are not pearl-clutching at the thought of talking to commies, this entire plot thread feels incredibly overblown. It's so much of that three hours, you guys. So much. Oppie can't get his security clearance, Oppie is losing his security clearance, wow that's so unfair, and any sense of urgency of what he actually needs this clearance FOR ten years after the war is really underbaked. And honestly whenever they jettison that theme and cover literally anything else, the film comes back to life again -- the Los Alamos/Trinity section in the middle is gripping, his Girlfriend 1 and Girlfriend 2 show actual signs of life in the brief crumbs of onscreen time they are given -- but it's so vastly outnumbered by the time spent in board rooms and congressional hearings.

The purpose of which? The real thesis of this movie, which is that J Robert Oppenheimer was ultimately too naive to understand that the bomb he was making would be used to bomb somebody.

And the nation, represented by Robert Downey Jr (lol) is happy to discard him afterwards. Like I get that's the theme we're working with here. But the movie is none too interested in looking more closely at the why and the how of that discard; Oppenheimer's actual actions after the war are largely elided, as are Strauss's. No context. Oppenheimer's actual political convictions are murky. That would give him agency, you see, and the movie wants a passive martyr (and uses that word incessantly to boot). So our villian is Strauss, an ambitious and vindictive man, in opposition to our pure scientist Oppenheimer, who spent most of his career in Washington while, somehow, lacking any ambition or political opinions at all.

Really, did we need this movie? Yes, it's nice to have adult films with people talking and not punching. The craft is there. It's well made and well-acted, to varying degrees. I like looking at Cillian Murphy's face, and Nolan leans on that smartly. It's most vital sequence (the trinity test) is very good, and so is the scene where he hallucinates the cheering audience after the Hiroshima bombing melting in a radioactive flash.

But honestly? When your key sequence was mic-dropped by David Lynch six years ago, did we need this? What for? Can we have a real discussion now about Hiroshima and Nagasaki? That's the one real utility of this film and one we really have not seen come to fruition. Imagine a version of this film where that conversation between Einstein and Oppenheimer is not a gotcha but a catalyst for a real, raw and jaw-dropping look at how the world was warped by The Bomb. I guess for that we have to go to someone like David Lynch, and not Christopher Nolan.

[lets-try-some-writing]

one of the more random asks but I was thinking what your thoughts on flier oppy would be? like him being a triple changer (is that the term???) or smth

Triple changer? Sure why not. Not sure if you want a story or just some thoughts, so I will give you a random story idea since that seems more in line with your request.

Triple Changer Prime

Orion Pax was not a triple changer, he was solidly a grounder by any and all definitions. He was raised with wheels and did not have an interest in the skies beyond avoiding the seekers and other flight frames that found it to be great fun to dive and poke fun at land locked mecha.

But then the Matrix decided in its infinite wisdom that the mech who had never once taken to the skies needed to have wings. Thus during his ascension to become a Prime, Optimus was forged with a lovely set of wings to go with his wheels. That change ended about as well as one might have expected it to. Simply put, Optimus had no fragging clue what he was doing.

Flight was not something he took to handling with the ease and grace of the ancients. No, his first attempts were messy and reminiscent of a newspark. He had no teachers amongst the Autobots in no small part due to almost every flier having joined the Decepticons. This mean that he was nearly entirely on his own, leading to... interesting attempts to fly. Once he figured out how to transform he quickly found himself shooting off into the skies with force greater than expected. He will never admit it aloud, but he did in fact scream as he failed to find a way to control his flight path. He ended up transforming halfway and tumbling toward the ground trying desperately to slow his fall through the use of his wings and thrusters.

He crashed in spectacular fashion and needed to get several reconstructive repairs done to put everything back where it belonged. After that incident it became abundantly clear that Optimus needed to get an actual flier to teach him or stop flying altogether, a possibility that was largely out of the question for numerous reasons not limited to just the war effort. Optimus's very code demanded he fly at least once a stellar cycle, and thus he did his best to fumble his way through learning.

Without a proper teacher, he was limited in his learning options, and thus he spent a great deal of time watching vehicons and seekers fly and transform. He observed quietly and did his best to mimic them, but quite possibly due to his size, he never quite figured out how to do it properly. He could get into the air easily enough and flying as an armed combat aircraft was not too different from driving if there was nothing in his way. But of course the moment obstacles became an issue Optimus found himself losing control and hastily trying to transform and use his blades to catch himself on something and slow down that way. More than once he had to be retrieved from the top of some skyscraper that he landed on in an attempt to avoid falling to his death.

Optimus panicking and throwing himself into the skies after Megatron a handful of times certainly didn't help. He was not at all proficient in flying, much like fighting while in the air. Most of his close brushes with death came from those incidents. His lack of flight ability couldn't be fixed by the Matrix whose wielders had all but been entirely grounders. It got bad enough that in the end Jazz threw in the towel and went to get Optimus a teacher by the only means he knew. The entirety of Optimus's inner circle very nearly choked on their energon when Jazz turned up to a meeting with a Vehicon bound and dragging along behind him.

Jazz: I got you a teacher!

Ultra Magnus: JAZZ! We do NOT take Decepticons into base-!

Jazz: What? Its just one Vehicon! Besides Op needs someone competent to show him out to use those wings of his.

Prowl: It's still a Vehicon!

Jazz: So what? The little dude will be stuck with Op all cycle long. What's he gonna do? Stab the Prime with his itty bitty claws? I think Prime is strong enough to stop a clone from killing him.

Jazz: Besides, Op has almost died more because of being unable to fly than because of anything else. I think this is a risk worth takin.

Optimus: ... As much as I am loathe to admit it, I do require a teacher. If this Vehicon will suffice, then so be it.

It was not exactly the most friendly of meetings, and Optimus's new teacher was not pleased with his situation much. It was... tense to say the least. For a long while the Vehicon said nothing and gave no wisdom whatsoever. But as with almost all things, Optimus took his time and steadily managed to befriend his new 'teacher'.

While his inner circle were impatient for him to learn, Optimus was in no rush. He took his sweet time slowly getting used to his new teacher, even going so far as to urge the Vehicon to take on a designation as they spoke. Often it was nothing too big, but he would bring his teacher some energon, speak with him on almost every matter that he thought might intrigue the Vehicon, and was not at all opposed to asking for his opinion. With time his captured mentor opened up to him slowly upon finding himself treated like an actual Cybertronian instead of an expendable resource.

In response to his kindness, Optimus found himself receiving simple direction from the Vehicon. When he attempted to practice on his own, his 'teacher' gently offered advice on how to take off that was never repeated but always appreciated. Then he would sometimes find the Vehicon waiting with an energon cube after an attempted flight. Other times his teacher would even join him in the skies, gently nudging him along and easing Optimus's fears through dutiful direction. With time the Vehicon even started to teach Optimus how to work with his newfound codes rather than fight against then, even going so far as to teach the Prime songs to help him focus.

It was a slow development, but the Vehicon proved unwilling to kill Optimus and thus ended up losing the shock collar on his neck. His Decepticon insignia was scrubbed and his bindings removed and was allowed to roam as he pleased so long as he came when Optimus called. This was generally allowed to be since none wanted to touch what Optimus had interest in. The Vehicon took great joy in abusing his powers as the Prime's favored companion. Often he would strut around like he owned the place and make a show of not having to go off to fight. He was hated by most of the Autobots, but around Optimus he was perfectly reasonable and taught the Prime kindly.

Jazz grew to regret his decision to bring the former Decepticon back deeply when the Vehicon in question took Jazz's spot on Optimus's desk. There was not a fragging thing he could do about it and both Jazz and the Vehicon knew it. By the time Optimus was capable of flight and fighting while doing so, the Vehicon was no longer needed. But by that point he and Optimus were close enough that there was no getting rid of the former Decepticon, especially after he took to the skies to aid Optimus in a battle when he saw it getting dire. The Vehicon could have left during that battle, but he did not, and thus earned the begrudging acceptance of most of the Autobot troops.

Optimus learned to fly, and in return one Vehicon was forced to be amongst Autobots and isn't even upset about it. When Optimus left for Earth, the Vehicon even decided to come along. Thus out of a team of elite Autobots, one singular Vehicon hung around happily and never raised a digit for anyone except for Optimus.

[ryind]

SPOILERS FOR OPPENHEIMER BY THE WAY BECAUSE I HAVE WAY TOO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS MOVIE AND WANT TO DISSECT IT

Okay so I know there are some very reasonable and valuable complaints, comments, and criticisms about Oppenheimer and how it handles the ACTUAL victims of the war, martyrizing Oppenheimer, an arguably very gray character in reality for more reasons than the atomic bomb and...trying to poison his mentor. You know. The basics.

THAT SAID I AM GOING ABSOLUTELY FERAL FOR CILLIAN MURPHY'S PORTRAYAL OF OPPENHEIMER LIKE I HAVE A 3 IN 1 DEAL FOR HYPERFIXATIONS RIGHT NOW I THINK BECAUSE WE HAVE THE ACTUAL MOVIE, CILLIAN, AND THEN OPPENHEIMER. AGH. LOSING MY MIND. PICKING APART EVERY SCENE AND DETAIL WHILE ALSO GUSHING ABOUT CILLIAN'S PERFORMANCE.

on that note here's some things I worked out about the movie, or rather, my takes on them for those curious (some of these are definitely a stretch, but I like seeing how far I can push a metaphor once I find one, so here we go):

Lotta controversy about the "I am become death" quote during the sex scene, which, fair. I can see why they included it though, upon reflection. In the moment, it just feels like a strange foreshadowing of the bomb itself, which did Not resonate with me and seemed fairly jarring, but upon closer inspection, I think the relevance of that quote in *that* context is that this is the first person Oppenheimer lost. Jean needed Oppenheimer, and he blamed himself for her suicide (or murder, maybe). This was the first time he "became death, destroyer of worlds"; the first marble in the bowl, which mirrors Oppie's reaction to the bomb's actual detonation quite well, too, I think. Something terrible has just happened, and yet the expectation is that Oppenheimer shows up and pretends all is well and he isn't horribly damaged, just martyring on.

SECOND

The orange from Rabi might be a bit deep or I might be a bit stupid. Oranges tend to symbolize positivity and aid, so being told to eat one by a friend in his most vulnerable moment is a kindness, hence some symbolism there. I did unpack this deeper though, say, such that oranges need to be peeled to get to the sweetness, and they are one of the sweetest citrus fruits, though they maintain their tang. This represents perfectly how the orange delivery felt in that scene; sweetness from Rabi in a moment of vulnerability, the orange peel gone, the bitter and trauma numbed exterior of Oppenheimer stripped away for just a moment before the sour slammed back in full force. Also just. Really stretching it but oranges being segmented could both represent a fractured mind AND the different perspectives on Oppenheimer as a whole and his reputation to this day.

Oh and General Groves when telling Oppenheimer he's essentially done with him but will ..try? To keep in contact? And update him?? He's buttoning up his coat if I remember right, mirroring his guard getting put up as he ends his amicable dealings and negotiations with Oppenheimer, adding layers and making himself less vulnerable. Oppie, meanwhile, smokes as the quiet, socially acceptable way to perform an anxious ritual.

Also the RAIN. Don't have this one fully unpacked yet and maybe never will but Cillian in an interview mentioned that Nolan described Oppenheimer as "dancing between the raindrops" and this has only half clicked with me but oh well here we go. The basic idea is likely that Oppenheimer doesn't abide by just one grouping of people or their ideas, or hop on any flow bound for one particular destination. Rather, he dances in the space between; in the uncertainty that looms closer towards the ground the further things fall. I think this works decently with what I've listened to and read about Oppenheimer as a person, saying he'd follow recent physics, always growing impatient with the current field he was in and seeking something more...I don't like the use of this word in relation to science but "trendy." I guess the dust particles and whatnot in the headspace sequences work in line with the whole rain theory too in terms of how Oppenheimer doesn't just think about the interactions and the space between, but lives and breathes it as the space between the raindrops; between those that make the biggest splashes, as he gets caught in the ripples. Also given his anti-war rhetoric throughout the movie I feel like there's maybe a fire/water thing going on with him trying to quench the bomb he created but ultimately failing? Who knows. Maybe it's just rain.

Anyways here's all the ramblings I did to myself to reach these conclusions. They are incomprehensible.

[transingthoseformers]

Bets on the identity of Star Saber's sire are widely split with the top contenders being: Skyfire & Optimus Prime.

Most of the Decepticons are fully aware of Starscream's former "friend" and his reaction in the months immediately following Skyfire becoming an Autobot. Everyone saw when they finally confronted each other and it somehow turned into a dragout shouting match that Skyfire returned with small snippy comments and drunk Starscream running around base having a shouting match with Skyfire over the official Decepticon frequency while Megatron stumbled after trying to get him to hang up. They were arguing over Starscream's thesis because the two of them agreed in most things but were constantly writing rebuttals against each other.

Optimus meanwhile is voted "Starscream's type" and most likely to "go for it" given his taste. Megatron is the main backer of this theory and firmly convinced Elita-1 and Starscream have a lot of similarity qualities which is really revealing a lot more about his taste than Optimus's. But a few others are on this bandwagon because the "amnesia thing" that nobody talks about did happen and Starscream and Optimus became close and Optimus sometimes still throws him disappointed doe eyes.

There are arguments pets and a lot of side eying on the battlefield.

They are, of course, all very wrong. Which the Sire, who is quietly freaking out once he gets the news and promptly sneaks into the Victory via the vents confirms when Starscream post reveal to the Autobots who've been trying desperately to figure out why the Decepticons have "lost their collective shit". Bumblebee dusty and freaking out having not slept since he found out is then introduced to Star Saber by Starscream who retrieves the napping baby from his cockpit but doesn't let Bee touch him until he's washed off. Slightly hysterical Bumblebee showers off and spends the next few hours cuddling his baby while finding all sorts of neat coding he didn't know existed while Starscream lounges satisfied and naps stress finally leaving him because he has been on edge for months.

Bumblebee decides then and there that clearly this means he has to end the war.

Yep yep, of course of course.

Makes sense they'd blame Skyfire, yes yes they were rather close, after all...

Lol nice to see they'd blame Optimus just like I originally did, at this point when someone's knocked up and the sire is a "mystery" I'm starting to blame Optimus first (if, of course, he was not the one sparked up).

zdcv nOT MEGATRON BEING THE MAIN DEBATER IN FAVOR OF THE STAROP THEORY

He's just sitting here insulting Optimus's taste, or at least thinks he is

ohhh oppy? Oppy Oppy?

Very very wrong yes yes

~time to abuse spec ops skillz~

Nice to see I was right that it was Bumblebee!!

oh bee

Aww, yes! Bee meets Saber🥰

Bumblebee you are seriously gonna use this as motivation to end the war, I'd like to see you try

[istherewifiinhell]

HM for the bingo: matoba, um um um. your least favorite oppie. your most favorite starscreamer. ummmmm. Abyssal Black Flame Dragon

HEHEHE

shitty id in alt. WELL THATS URRRR GUY. thats the guy thats nat.sume is about. pretty sure <- took me like a year to figure out this is not the case. he is silly. ive seen it in the gag manga. hessss a pretty loser goth in and out of drag what is not to like. im just assuming ur the most right about him i dunno if that means other ppl are wrong tho

joelle joelleity joelletwo is trying to get my ass murdered on tumblr dot gov. EDITED AND UPDATED. need to reflect that my constant with this one is i get why megs got like that

[alt]. ohhh buddy...... you asked. 1. no personality. 2. hate his whole vibe (aesthetics/affect) 3. BETRAYED THE REVOLUTION. 4. not a very good conflicted pasicfist if thats what they were gonna go for. 5. tee fee pee special. u know show dont tell. this is tell, then forget to bring up ever again. simply. simply. listen if the girlies in the tag have to make him interesting for their fanfic and fuck nasty shit (honourary) go with god. i have read good fic of him. but thats compliments to the fans. me personally. i would simply use any other iteration. i suppose u cant beat how DIVORCED this guy is. im not opposed any of his specific characteristics really. its the holistic sum thats my enemy.

DOODLING HEARTS AND GRAPHIC VIOLENCE ON THE SCANTRON <- which tf is that 🥁🔔

[ALT] actually can i edit this again lets do a bingo for bullying. he got bullied possible the most anyone has but ill bully him some more 😏🤨😳. now ur some ppl might think oh u like this screamer so much to u inversely not like this megs for beating him up. well not u tho. thats gotta be one of my favourite 2 minutes in all of tf kajdgbjfdhb. hes not real so hes fine with that i asked him myself. ANYWAY WHAT IF U WERE BACKED INTO A CORNER BY UR OWN VIOLENT IMPULSES AND CONSEQUENCES OF UR OWN ACTIONS and also millennia of unending war so u just decide to go full nihilist about it. and this literally saves your world and people. well not the ones u killed but most of em. and u keep winning <3 and ur pettiness and self severing survival instincts also saved the universe. btw. idk if i have HC so much as. i can see my reading of the text not being universal but also im right <3. billybob thompson one of 2 fav non latta screamers. prettiest modern screamer design

out of LEFT field but i LOVE IT

[alt] wait how did u land on a orbeez side character i would at remember the vibes of enough to get double bingo. was it dragon sooyoung? kfjjdf. DO U KNOW. how often i watch something and think. this character would be improved if they were an edgy anime fourteen year old. WELL HERE IT IS. the most important thing u can be in the world is a shitty emo teen with a deviant art dragon fursona. i dont remember anything else im literally just like. thats perfect. what a shit head. the best character in the book now im saying so.

[salty-an-disco]

Man. The character poll got me looking at my designs with new eyes, and I feel like rambling about it, so Imma just do it.

(pretty long artist ramble under the cut)

The thing about me is that a lot of the choices I make when I’m designing something are mostly intuitive/subconscious; just me following a Vibe and seeing what works for the feeling I want to pass on. Not to say I design stuff without thought, I’m just not aware of those thoughts until the design’s done lol

All this to say the character poll got me analyzing my own designs and realizing what my intuitive brain was going for when doing these aissmdmfjdm

this was the first ever concept I drew for these guys, and you can already see some of the building blocks for my final designs here.

The thing that I focus most on, at first, is the overall silhouette and posing. Which is why I wasn’t worried about specific details or polishing up anything in this drawing, I just wanted to get a feel of these characters and see what kinds of shape worked best for them.

Going through each design and my process for them–

Cold was both the easiest and most difficult one for me. While I had a pretty strong idea for his overall shapes from my first drawing and knew what details were important (fluffy collar and head shaped like a water drop), specific details eluded me. I wasn’t sure what to do with its legs or cloak. Eventually tho, I decided I wanted them to be almost completely covered in feathers, leading to their white plumage with dark hands, feet, and face. Something simple, but effective, and I was happy enough with it. I was torn between a diamond or the X for its cloak’s clasp, but eventually decided the X was a more striking detail, and connected her to Spectre more.

Hero is another one that came very easily to me, but whose specific details I struggled with some. I gave him pure white eyes at first, but it limited his expressions, so I ended up giving him those black with white pupils eyes while doodling around. I figured out the helmet shape almost instantly while doing my second ever drawing of him, going for that beak-shaped helm with fiery feathers; tho the rest of his clothes I was really unsure about. Whether to give him a full set or not, if I give him a cape, or metal cladding, etc. The solution came by trial and error, simply giving him different pieces and seeing what fit best, and I eventually arrived on the set he has now!! The secondary clothes just kinda appeared as I doodled him in more casual scenes, and the hair came because I was looking at all the puffy-haired Hero designs and suddenly felt like mine was too bald lol. Overall, I’m really happy with my fluffy and smol son <3 (oh, and yeah, I always pictured him as short in my mind and never thought much about it isjsjdndjndjc)

While it too me a bit to get a doodle of Smitten out, I also figured him out almost instantly. The main thing I wanted for him was to look bright, approachable, and expressive. He’s the only one who has normal-ish eyes because of this, and the side cape was something I gave him to differentiate him from Hero and add to his dramatic flair.

Oppy was definitely the one I struggled with the most, as I had too many ideas in my head for him that all clashed with each other. He didn’t have a set design in my head for a while because of that, which you can see in my early doodles of him where I very clearly didn’t know what to do with his suit lol. His head shape was the first thing I figured out for sure, with those antennae hair strands being present ever since the first doodle I did of him, and for his suit, I just put Reigan Mob Psycho and Larry Pokemon Scarlet in a blender and that car salesman looking ass was the result (centrist politician was another vibe I was going for). I’ve been told he looks deceivingly handsome, tho personally, I just think his face is very punchable.

Broken was prolly the easiest one for me, and one I was satisfied with the first true try (I consider those first sketches up there more of a ‘test run’). I wanted them to look the most similar to Quiet (even more so than Hero), but, well, broken. A reflection of the state Quiet was left in by the Princess in the Tower lead-up. The horn tufts have been ripped off, there are a lot of slashes and cuts across its body, their feathers look unkept and like they have been torn off, and lots of its scales are missing. The sack covering its body is their measly attempt at covering their injuries, and I tried to make all the bandages look old and makeshift.

While the funny corvid face in my first attempt at drawing Contra is very neat, it just wasn’t very fun to draw or allowed them to have many expressions, so I changed it to the face you know now. The curly hair was mostly just me wanting my favorite blorbo to have my favorite kinda hair to draw, and it just so happened that it also fitted with them lol. Them being the only one out of my voices that wear pants instead of some upper body wear is something I always had in mind for them, and the suspenders were more of a little ‘extra’ thing I added to give them more of a clown look alongside with their hat. Something I find funny about my design for Contrarian is that, while it didn’t change much since my first full drawing of them, you can tell something about that first drawing seems off. A little scruffed and odd-looking, and that was mainly because I simply wasn’t used to drawing these humanoid bird things and you can really see me getting the hang of it with how I drew Contrarian, specifically.

(even the colors saturation is something I slowly figure it out by trial and error)

Paranoid was the next one I did, and not to brag but, I think I nailed it that second try aidjkxmddkfkkfc only thing I knew about her design was that I wanted her to have large eyes and a bold spot on her head, and then everything else I just kinda drew around that. And honestly? Really happy with the result!! The bald spot ended up looking a lot like part of her brain was straight-up exposed, so I just rolled with that, and she probably has one of the most fun faces to draw. Her silhouette is also very distinct, with the cloak + fluffy head and horn tufts kinda looking like pigtails giving her a very fun shape. I just love how she turned out, not my personal favorite design, but definitely the one I’m most proud of. She looks like a weird bug and I love that.

While I had very strong images for Cheated’s, Hunted’s, Skeptic’s and Stubborn’s design, it’d still be a while before I actually sat down to figure out their details. But once I did, they all came quite easily.

For Hunted, I just wanted it to look like a Creature. I had the idea of having leaves stuck to its feathers as a sorta camouflage thing, but that’d be to much of a hassle to constantly draw, so I scrapped that and just kept the camouflage marks on its cheeks. I wanted its body shape to look slender and nimble; slightly malnourished. The head shape was mainly me wanting its beak to look the most distinct from the other’s beaked voices, more of a ‘wild’ look, and the cat-like tufts was also added for that more feral look.

For Skeptic, I went back and forth on some details, but the hat, big gloves, and scarf were the things that stuck to the end. Something I find really funny with him is that he wears no clothes besides those accessories and its just the way his feathers are drawn that gives the impression of a suit, or some kinda coat under that scarf lol. His color pallette is the one I find the nicest. It’s mainly monochrome, but I think it works well for him.

Only thing I wanted for Stubborn is Big Soft Kitty. With scars. That was about it tbh, I just wanted him to look big, stronk, and huggable, he’s just a big kitty to me.

Cheated I also knew from the start what I wanted to do with him, as you can see by how similar the first concept and final designs look. Main thing I wanted for her was this sorta ‘uneven’ look, with her clothes seeming like they used to be symmetrical before being sliced and torn up. The slices on an ear tuft and a brow is something that just sorta appeared as I doodled him.

So… yeah! This is about it. It took me a while to reach to this final result, but I’m really glad with how all my designs turned out and seeing that others likes them too makes me incredibly happy!! :D

[mychlapci]

TFA Oppy breeding anon. Maybe I should remove the TFA part so it doesn’t overlap with that other anon. Shrug. Also it feels like my asks are getting longer every time. Oops.

Yea, Optimus’s… mental state for the lack of a better term is a bit haywire right now. Sentinel’s words about breeding kink being shameful is right there at the top of his helm (that bitch), the part focused on the bitties/“carrier protocol” want his newest bitties to interact with their sires, his loyalty to the Autobots is like “what did you do?!” at the fact he was bred by Decepticons in the first place, and his breeding and pregnancy kink are asking when the next batch is and who it should choose. And Optimus has no idea how to handle so many conflicting thoughts.

A few weeks after Optimus’s recovery period is over and at a time where the Autobots have the warframe bitties, Snarl asks why Optimus is acting weird around anyone who isn’t a bitlet. The rest of the crew and Dinobots (minus Oppy of course) also noticed Optimus avoiding them like the plague and only focusing on the bitties. Ratchet says that it’s a good thing Optimus is getting a longer break, and everyone just stares at Ratchet because why is that what he focuses on and not the fact that Optimus isn’t being himself? They start arguing and they have to go outside to continue talking because one of the dinobot bitties threw a wrench at them because they’re being too loud.

Said dinobot bitty goes back to Oppy once the adults are gone and not making so much noise. The lil guy goes back to playing with his siblings as Optimus sits in his next and holds one of the warframe bitties to his chest. He’s scared about his breeding kink controlling him again and that seeing one of the sires will force it to act and get him knocked up. Besides, basically 10 bitties are hard enough to raise even they’re not all accounted for.

The group’s arguing makes it so they don’t hear Blitzwing nearby and he goes to sneak in and yoink the warframe bitties… again. For the second time this week. He’s easily able to make most of the warframe bitties wander away from the rest of the litters, but one just won’t come over and it’s the one happy as a clam against Optimus’s chest. Blitzwing can’t go back with only some of the warframe bitties, so starts trying to get the baby’s attention. He fails miserably as the rest of the bitties start noticing him and wondering why he’s trying to take their siblings.

Due to all the bitties stopping their playtime and looking at one specific area, Optimus notices and follows their little gazes, only to freeze up when he sees Blitzwing. All the bitties feel Optimus’s panic and are now wondering why mama is so scared, which makes them scared. All the bitties go over to Optimus for safety reasons and Blitzwing is just like “why are you like this” to the warframe bitties. The warframe bitties specifically are confused on why their carrier is scared of something near their sire. Isn’t sire going to protect them?

Blitzwing tries to get Optimus to let the warframe bitties visit sire, but Optimus’s mind is basically consumed by all the things fighting for dominance (Sentinel’s words, carrier coding, Autobot coding, breeding and preg kink). The carrier instincts win, but in the “I must protect my babies this mecha gonna harm them protect them!” sort of way. So not helpful for Blitzwing.

Blitzwing sees he’s running out of time before the rest of the Autobots notice that he’s here, so just goes to grab the warframe bitties. Optimus retaliates by biting Blitzwing’s servo and Blitzwing’s instincts makes him slam and throw Optimus into the ground. Blitzwing suddenly realizes he fucked up as all of the bitties start crying out because mama is hurt, papa help! (Or papa stop for the warframe bitties.)

The Autobots and Dinobots rush in and Blitzwing is forced to flee without any of the warframe bitties. All of the bitties are happy to see them but also very worried and scared for their carrier. Ratchet takes Optimus and tells Grimlock and Prowl to come with him while everyone else is tasked with calming down the bitties. (Prowl bc Ratchet likes his help for medical stuff that require more than one mecha and Grimlock bc his presence comforts Optimus.)

Optimus is patched up and Grimlock asks why he was hiding. And Optimus just starts crying and telling them all of these clashing protocols and codes and thoughts running through his processor and the three have to calm him down and reassure him. Oppy is happy to have the support of his mates and the bitties feel that mama isn’t as miserable anymore, so it’s easier for the others to get the bitties happy and playing again.

Oppy ends up nuzzled between Ratchet, Grimlock, and Prowl with his breeding kink kicking up and he asks the three to breed him so his haywire thoughts and codes calm down. The three can’t help but oblige.

oh man this is turning into a whole fanfiction. Poor Optimus. He just loses it completely, being a young mommy to so many bitlets in such a disadvantaged position is hard. No wonder he ends up breaking a little after Blitzwing's latest attempt at luring away the newborn warframes, Oppy doesn't know what to do with himself.

But... getting bred will certainly cheer him up <3 It always has so far. He loves his bitlets and he wants more of them, this time without any "custody battles" to follow...

You know, I wonder what the rest of Detroit thinks about the autobots reproducing so rapidly...

[centrifugal-apotheosis]

Dr Wily's World Domination FINALE: Part 4

//transcript of a Discord RP with a lot of people. List:

@rogue-nebula (Quasar), @freeroaming-curiosity (Oppy), , @that-one-poison-trainer (Viper), @averagedualies (Dualie and Byte)

@mirror-buster-pkmn (Enker, Ballade, and Mega Man), @the-poke-virus (Virus) @beepboopstarman (Vasilyev) @ripper-the-indoraptor ("Ripper" and Courier)

@moonlit-faller (Kaladin, Sylphrena), @shallahi-and-snowflake (Shallahi), @faller-of-kharbranth (Malkah) @mercury-retrogay (Mercury), @rock-bird-go-brr (Notos) @nebula-incursionists-official (Baron Twyst Von Jokewyld)

(dear arc that's a lot hope I got everyone)

The Incursionists had fought through all manner of powerful robots, dangerous traps, and devious puzzles on their journey through the Hoenn Battle Frontier, and now, at last, they were nearing the end. Flying from the top of the Battle Pyramid into the great skull eyes of the Battle Tower, they found a place to land out of sight and got their bearings. Just a short walk up away was Dr. Wily himself, and his Wily Dimension Gate. They were close enough to hear him talking to someone above, and hear the gate's operation. Notos is muttering to themselves under their breath, trying to calm themselves down. this is having the exact opposite effect.

I wonder who that one scratchy voice is…

From here, Wily probably has some sort of machine he's piloting. It potentially won't be grounded, so make sure you have ranged weaponry.

I'm nearly out of Light at this point, too...

Hey sis got any spare light stone thingies? Kal's almost out

I have… five spare. They’re yours, Kal.

He nodded in thanks, taking in the Light of two. He tucked the others away for a refill, just in case any of the Radiants needed them.

That's much better. Thank you. …okay stupid question but do yall take in Light from JUST those rocks or does regular light work? like from a flashlight. Normally we use Stormlight, but in this world the energy from Thunderstones work. Cool, got it.

Ok... breathe in, out... We all ready?

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

yep

yep "Ready and able." "I've been wanting to fight one of these for a while!"

Quasar goes to the end of the room, where an elevator awaits. Everyone gets in, and the elevator goes up, and opens into a massive room with a very large, ominously whirring dimension gate. near the gate, by some controls, are two men. One is dressed like a bright red cowboy, the other like a cartoon mad scientist

These backups of yours sure are taking their time, doc. I ain't got til the cows come home

Quiet! I think we have some uninvited guests. Well well well, look who finally came crawling back

If you think I'm trying to get in your good graces again you're dead wrong. I'm here for the exact opposite in fact

Unfortunately a disobedient robot is of no use to me, except as spare parts

who's the cowboy? His ass does not fit the theme

“P̷̃͘e̴̊̚n̷̋̅ň̵͊e̷̍́ÿ̵́̃.̷͝.” "Why are you a cowboy. Are you from Orre or something?"

THAT'S WHAT I'M SAYING!

Mal notices there's a metal thing on his throat that lights up when he speaks - where she clawed him earlier

“* “* Y̷͋̈́õ̷̐ṷ̴̿r̸͊͑ ̷̩͗j̴́̋o̴̅urney ends her̿e̸͒, Pen̸̓̕n̸ey.*”

Looks like mama coyote's still mad... Well you're in luck! I got a score to settle too!

Not yet... Why get our hands dirty when we can show 021 here exactly how wrong he was to leave me? ROBOT MASTERS, ATTACK!

…………………nothing happens. Mercury claps, slowly and sarcastically.

"Wow. You're doing great, doctor." “Yeah, its not gonna be that easy for you, doc.”

where are all those robots you're apparently known for?

did they all get scared?

There was no attack for a good reason. A single set of metallic boots echoed through the room, and a familiar, blue clad robot appeared behind the group.

Surprised you guys got here first. Did you really have to use so many robots this time? Was 8 not enough? That took forever...

Looks like Mega Man got em! ^u^

...well in that case-

DRAW!

Penney brings out his revolver. Vasilyev grabs the revolver at range with his gravity gun, attempting to get it out of Penney’s hand. Malkah dodges into the shadows and leaps wildly towards the Shareholder. Wily meanwhile runs toward the gate, but rather than going through climbs up the side of it, sitting in some kind of control booth at the top, as menacing additions to the gate flare to life. Virus pulls out her real ass gun, don't tell anyone but she's low on bullets. Viper pulls out her quick boomerang launcher.

Dr. Wily's World Domination FINAL BOSS: Wily Machine PKMNDG

the gate shoots out a few laser cutters, then begins moving them to try and cut the Incursionists. Meanwhile Mega Man, Virus, and Top Man are highlighted by pinkish red dots Mega Man recognizes. Oh scrap please say he didn't build all the features on this thing

( ・∇・) what's going on? Can guess one thing; get ready to dodge! "Boobeam Trap. Don't bother trying to dodge, the blasts are too fast! Hit it with explosives!"

Unfortunately, the majority of people don't carry explosives with them. Mercury is part of the majority. Figuring an Electro Ball could act as a decent replacement, they fire one off at the Boobeam Trap. Wily must not have had time to build a full replica, as this one apparently can be damaged by lightning. Mega Man swapped to Ballade Cracker, firing blasts at the exposed Boobeam Traps. Vasilyev starts firing at the beam traps as well, using both his plasma cutter and the Power Stone) Notos releases Andes, the wyvern shooting off Boomburst after Boomburst. Virus and Top Man both get hit as Wily changes to hit Vasilyev, Quasar, and Oppy, hitting Vasil's gravity gun and making him drop Penney's revolver. With his revolver free, Penney fires a siesmic shot at Vasilyev (mini siesmic charge from Star Wars) then opens fire on Malkah with a mix of piercing and flame rounds

are you alright?

yah, I think I gotta start stepping up my game now.. "It's a fake! Unload everything you've got on it!"

Virus uses her Gemini laser to duplicate herself, hopefully avoiding the machine's attacks. Mega Man nodded, swapping to Metal Blade. He always did find this one most useful. Malkah was still in the air when the first set of rounds hit faer. She kept going, Shadow Sneaking as it hit the ground. Penney's knocked around a lot, and struggles not to drop his gun again, but he responds with more flame rounds, and a few rounds that seem loaded with a strange red fire. Mal notices something worrying about these ones after being by one: the fire from the red fire rounds isn't going out. The flame is noticed, barely, but the Zoroark knows that she has to keep going. It stands faer ground, eerie energy enveloping her paws, preparing a Bitter Malice when a green light suddenly surrounds Malkah, and she feels more invigorated as her wounds close and the fires go out. Quasar gives her a thumbs up

“GET THAT WOODY RIPOFF’S ASS!”

As Notos yells this, a laser cutter from the gate almost cuts into them but Oppy moves them away, only for them both to be hit by the Boobeam Trap. In response, Mercury uses Electro Ball on the Boobeam Trap again, flipping Wily off while doing so. Malkah grins as fae rises, the aforementioned energy enveloping her target… And the arena becomes freezing cold.

... Huh. It suddenly got really cold in here. That's (n)ice. /pun

Notos shivers a little, both in pain and thanks to the cold. they are a bird after all. The shareholder tries to break Mal's concentration by catching her in a lasso and throwing her into one of the gate's laser cutters, but Top Man blocks her from touching the laser. Vasilyev fires at Penney, attempting to hit the revolver and/or its ammunition. Top Man finally manages to wreck one of the Boobeam trap's lights. This done, the Boobeam Trap's blasts hurt just a little bit less now. She’s a bit too preoccupied to thank Top Man, but it grabs the lasso, trying faer best to cut it. The overcharged Bitter Malice has already been primed enough to kickstart its self-sustaining stage, so it should go off on its own. Penney’s already going to freeze, whether he knows it or not. In fact, it already starts. Penney takes the full brunt of Malkah's Bitter Malice, freezing to the bone. This likely would have killed him were he not prepared - and if he didn't get lucky. Penney covered himself in his own fire to offset the cold, then Wily pushed a button on the gate and a platoon of V-Corp guards rush in through the gate, first healing Penney, then opening fire on the group, with Mercury being the closest to them. Penney looks at his hand: his revolver's been completely iced over, and his hand'll need attention

Cursed demon coyote!

Penney pulls a second revolver and starts trying to shoot at Mal again, but he's not quite as accurate with his other hand. Vasilyev charges forward towards the grunts with a burst from the jetpack unit on the back of his mech, bowling over the ones in his way. Malkah Shadow Sneaks into a spot that’s just outside his current field of fire, and pulls out the Gravity Hold to pin the Shareholder down. Mercury hadn't been expecting backup and weren't able to get out of the way fast enough, resulting in quite a bit of damage.

"Ah. That's not good."

Mercury didn't have any healing moves available either, and the only one they can even learn is Rest, which would be... less then useful here. They pull out their own rifle and shoot back, hopefully hitting at least one of the grunts. The good thing about downed guards is that they come with free ammo - and a few other goodies tossed in, like a collapsible riot shield, sidearm, stun baton and in one case, a few grenades. The bad thing about taking out 3/4s a platoon of V-Corp guards with nothing but an issue rifle and enough feral energy to fistfight Arceus themself in a Waffle House is that now Wily has you marked as a target. Boobeam incoming. Vasilyev starts grabbing and tossing the bodies at Penney with his gravity gun. Virus picks up some of the grenades. Finally something to get rid of those stupid laser lights with. Top Man sees this

Ya mind passing me one of those?

sure （＾ω＾）

with Top dodging through the lasers to stick one next to a Boobeam light that's another one down. Andes just straight up divebombs a boobeam light. This is not terribly effective, but there's only so much a birb can do against a laser shooter on a wall without using some kind of superpower after all. Mercury is not confident in their ability to dodge with a bad leg, especially since Rock mentioned earlier that dodging won't even work. So instead, they grab a random berry from their bag, use Swift, and pray. Metaphorically. (They aren't very religious). and good thing they did with the berry, as the Trap fired again but they were able to heal. However this leaves a light wide open for anyone to scrap. Enker took this one, absorbing his own Air Shooter projectiles to send a beam of energy at the Boobeam Trap. suddenly, Virus seemingly no-clips into Wily's cockpit

Hiiiiiiiiii I'm [VIRUS] and I've heard a looooooooooot about you ('▽') like how you're [MANUFACTURED IN 1800]! That means you should be weak to this!

she gets a bag of super spicy chips and shoves a handful of them into Wily's mouth. Virus doing this coincides with the last of the Boobeam lights being blown up, and so Virus has a much harder time noclipping back out due to the entire cockpit detaching, growing spikes, and flying at Mega Man. The Wily capsule disappears, then appears above Mega Man, shooting 4 different colored orbs at him, before shooting a burst of lightning down. THe orbs seek after Mega Man as Wily flies toward Oppy, apparently using aether pockets to travel. Oh goodie, this one again. That fourth color was new, though. He knew full well what the other three colors did (those memories were painful), but the fourth one was a mystery.

"Here's hoping I don't find out what it does..." sooooo if we're gonna be stuck here for a while can I push these buttons?

STOP! YOU SIMPLETON! ONLY I CAN OPERATE THIS MACHINE!

Virus starts hitting random buttons, causing the capsule to start flying erratically, and it becomes far less accurate. She then bites Wily. Dr. Wily tries to open the capsule bubble but this causes even more chaos. Seeing the capsule, Penney switches his revolver for his lasso, lights it on fire, and tries to lasso Virus out of the pod. She doesn't notice this and continues to be a menace. Missing Virus only makes Penney angrier. He shoots Virus, but Top Man enters melee with him before he can shoot her more than once. Oh Arceus not again, Virus tries to find a way out of this crazy thing. Top Man spin jumps into the pod, and is about to take Virus out when Dr. Wily hits him with some kind of electric weapon. He struggles under this for a while, but still gets Virus out, though it's clear that weapon did a number on him. She's stunned for a moment before turning to Top Man

are you alright?!

I'll... be fine...

you're lying. you need to go somewhere safe "Top Man, fall back and let us handle this!"

Mega Man tossed Top Man an E-Tank. It wouldn't repair him, but it was enough to keep him going for now. now absolutely infuriated, Wily is shooting all different colors of orbs everywhere, seemingly exclusively targeting Top Man and Mega Man, with a few thrown at Virus.

I'M GOING TO USE YOUR BEARINGS AS PAPERWEIGHTS!

Did I mention this guy created me? Yeah real dad of the year material here /sarc

We know, Viper showed me the wiki

He just grunted a reply, rather unhappy with the fact that he called this man uncle at one point. He could dwell on that another time. Oppy flies up to Wily and starts whacking him, shifting into a variety of forms to pester him. Meanwhile Quasar uses Block Hexagons to shield the ones under attack, giving them space to recoup, though with how much blocking Wily (and a few from Penney)'s onslaught is taking out of him it might be at his own expense. Viper looks up at Oppy.

I'm a real fan of that kid

she's silly

Vasilyev charges over to Penney, attempting to keep him occupied and off-guard as all this happens. In between Vasilyev's attacks, Penney's able to throw something at Oppy, that explodes into a semisolid dust. When it touches Oppy, she starts writhing and screaming, and apparently is struggling to hold a fixed shape. She's still alive though. Viper locates Penney and shoots a quick boomerang at them as Malkah comes flying out of the shadows in a wild ambush. Penney is 100% caught off-guard by this, which causes him to drop the case whatever the thing he threw at Oppy was in, and inside there's a flask of purple fluid. Quasar rapidly scans the purple, sees the results, then applies it to Oppy, who stops screaming and is able to solidify her form again.

...thanks...

Anytime

Mega Man fired off another Metal Blade, hoping it would be enough to take the capsule down. Combined with Quasar shooting a Break Line at it, the Wily Capsule is destroyed. Dr. Wily flies out of it.

You leave me no choice! Time for Plan Z!

Dr. Wily faces Mega Man, then drops to his knees with his head near the floor

I give up! Uncle! You win! I'm all out of tricks honest! I'll come quietly!

[faller-of-kharbranth]

Sent from the account @freeroaming-curiosity but it's clearly not Oppy

//warning: rather severe threat

No idea why the sam hill I can use this but as long as I can, might as well I want you to know, mama demon coyote, that you ain't safe. Never have I ever lost a trophy mark, and I'm the sheriff round these parts: I always catch up. And I ain't never gonna forget what you did to my voice, or my good hand. So don't get comfy, and get used to running, because you cain't hide no more That's all, til I find ya again ... Now the billion-dollar question is how to be doin that... Maybe that ol' spider's got some witchcraft in her cave she can cook up Wait is this thing still on?

YOU.

If you think you scare me, if you think you’ll set me running again, you’re wrong.

I’m not going to listen to the words of bullies like you ever again.

[aphroditeslover11]

Exam Shenanigans

Oppie x Reader

Summary: Oppie helps you through a tough exam.

A/N: My first time writing anything so please be kind. Lloyd is totally fictional, as is Oppenheimer in this as he is mainly based on Cillian Murphy’s portrayal. If you like it please feel free to get in touch.

It was just a regular evening, Robert had been working at the university as usual and had just got back to his house in Shasta road, hoping that he’d just be able to have a quiet evening in, maybe get on with a bit more of his current paper or discuss the new book that you’d been reading together. Instead he walked through the door to darkness. The house seemed empty until he reached the living room where he found you, single light on in the corner and hunched over, seemingly heaving.

“Y/N, are you alright darling?” he asked, switching on another light before making his way over to you. It soon became clear that you had been crying, leaning over a book that you had been trying to read through your tears.

“I’m fine Robert, nothing that you need to worry about.” Not satisfied with your response he adjusted the cushions of the sofa, sitting down beside you. He wasn’t always the most sensitive to the emotions of others, but he could at least tell when you were lying to him.

“Love, you’ve been crying, something must be wrong.” He noticed then that you were moving to hide the book down the side of the sofa. “Was your novel sad, unhappy ending?” he pushed a little further. You just shook your head at him, still silent, as if speaking would set you off again. “What is it you’re reading anyway?” With that he gently reached across you, taking the book from your grasp and noticing your brief reluctance to release it. As soon as he saw the title he understood why you were crying: ‘A Comprehensive History Of The Late Western Empire’, a history textbook.

As soon as you knew that he had seen it you started to explain. “My professor set a surprise exam on the Roman Empire and I don’t know anything about it. We were meant to be doing the French Revolution when I took the course, but he changed his mind on units last minute. ”

“I’m sure we can sort it out, you don’t need to be so upset love. Who’s your professor? Maybe I could pull some strings and get you transferred.” he said taking you into his arms, the reassurance driving any tears away. You were a student at Berkeley, having met Robert through friends at a social event and quickly falling for him. After a period of dating your accommodation had fallen through and he had insisted that you move in with him. It was fast, but you stayed over half the time anyway, so it made sense.

“Lloyd, but I don’t want to transfer, he already doesn’t like me and I don’t want it to look like I’m giving up.”

“Lloyd wouldn’t do anything for me anyway, hates my guts, that’s probably why he’s difficult with you.” Although Robert loved it at Berkeley and was friends with half of the faculty, he didn’t get on so well with the other half, who openly hated anyone with his kind of politics.

“Well then, there’s only one other solution, we’ll have to work through it together.”

“Robert, I love you, but the exam’s in a week and I have no idea what’s going on, all the people in that book have the same bloody name. What do you know about the Roman Empire anyway? You’re a physicist.” The man chuckled slightly at that remark, lightly stroking your hair to relieve your angst.

“You happen to be very lucky, because one of the classes that I took when I was at Harvard was history, and I happen to have read all 3,000 pages of Edward Gibbon’s ‘Decline And Fall Of The Roman Empire’. I might just be able to remember a thing or two.” Robert really was unbelievable sometimes, you just had to hope that he had the knowledge to face the challenge as well as the cockiness, though he usually did.

The next week was spent with your head in and out of books. Robert would borrow books from the Berkeley library whilst he was at work, bringing them home to you. He spoke to a friend who worked in the history department who gave you some pointers on what to focus on. By the end of the week you weren’t perfect, but you knew a lot more about Rome than you used to, thanks at least partly to Oppie’s efforts. He drove you in on the day of the exam, smiling at you softly as you went through some last minute notes from the papers sat in your lap. He delivered a chaste kiss to your lips, offering reassuring words as you left the car, ready to face the music.

~

Five days later you came into Robert’s office at the university, interrupting him grading papers, but he would always drop everything for you. He looked up to see you waving an envelope in your hand.

“We got the grades back today, but I couldn’t bring myself to it open without you.” He extended an arm to you, scooting his chair back so that you could situate yourself in his lap.

“Well, aren’t you going to open it?” he asked once you had yourself settled, handing you a letter opener. Nervously, you took the proffered tool, ripping across the top of the envelope in one swift motion. Pulling out the piece of paper, your eyes immediately went to the letter written at the top of the page. A.

You immediately jumped from Robert’s lap, squealing in happiness. He was reserved as ever, though his face broke into a wide smile once he saw the piece of paper that you had dropped in your excitement. He stood up to join you in celebration, pulling you into his arms before planting a firm kiss to your lips.

“I’m so proud of you love, I knew that you could do it.”

“Not without you Rob, you’ve been a godsend this past week.”

“Have a little more faith in yourself love. But forgetting everything else, what do you say to going out to celebrate? Maybe grab dinner and have a couple of drinks?”

“That sounds wonderful Robert,” you replied, leaning your head back against his shoulder.