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सीरम इंस्टीट्यूट ऑफ इंडिया ने पीएम मोदी को चुनावी बॉन्ड के रूप में दिया पैसा, राहुल गांधी बोले, यह जबरन वसूली योजना
सीरम इंस्टीट्यूट ऑफ इंडिया ने पीएम मोदी को चुनावी बॉन्ड के रूप में दिया पैसा, राहुल गांधी बोले, यह जबरन वसूली योजना
Rahul Gandhi News: कांग्रेस नेता राहुल गांधी ने शनिवार को एक बार फिर भाजपा के नेतृत्व वाली केंद्र सरकार पर हमला किया। उन्होंने चुनावी बॉन्ड योजना को सरकारों को गिराने और राजनीतिक दलों को तोड़ने के लिए इस्तेमाल किया जाने वाला जबरन वसूली रैकेट बताया। बता दें, भारत जोड़ो ��्याय यात्रा के दौरान राहुल गांधी महाराष्ट्र के थाने में जंभाली नाका के पास लोगों को संबोधित कर रहे थे। इस दौरान उन्होंने आरोप…
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A new Hope for Maleria The R21/Matrix-M™ malaria vaccine developed by the University of Oxford and the Serum Institute of India, leveraging Novavax’s adjuvant technology, has been recommended for use by the World Health Organization (WHO) after meeting required safety, quality and effectiveness standards.
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I've never made any connections between Worm and the Captain America mythos before. Spill some ink?
Okay, so from a purely aesthetic perspective, the gimme is Miss Militia. She's the most obvious "Captain Patriotic" in the roster, she has the power of GUN, she's the only one who actively buys into the mythology of America specifically. She's a Kurdish woman occupying an aesthetic niche generally held by a rugged squinty white guy. She's an output of the melting pot narrative. She's sort of a rendering of what a grounded superhero who somehow became very aesthetically into America might look like. Not in the craven marketing-driven way of Homelander or Comedian, not in the jingoistic maniac way of USAgent or Peacemaker. She buys it in the broadly left-liberal (USamerican connotation of that term) safe, friendly, reclamative way. Why, what a great rehabilitation of the archetype!
She's also deeply, deeply afraid of rocking the boat. She's got a deepseated childhood trauma related to the bad things that happen when she puts herself in a leadership role. She goes along to get along. When she's proactive, it's usually to point a gun at Tattletale to stop her from upsetting the status quo. She sits through a lot of situations where Steve Rogers, as commonly modeled, would probably plant himself like a tree by the river of truth and go, "Hey, this is fucked up." She more or less capitulates to Undersider domination of the city, in a way that predisposes us to think of her as a voice of reason after all these total nuts that Skitter's been up against- but would Taylor "to relinquish control is a form of ego death" Hebert really be willing to leave someone in charge of the local Protectorate branch who she thought couldn't be corralled? She looks like a beacon, but doesn't- indeed, probably can't- ever truly behave like one. I mean, you can debate the on-the-spot morality of any given one of her judgement calls, that's actually one of the less exhausting Worm Morality Debates to have- but in aggregate, a person in American flag garb who actually meaningfully criticizes the paramilitary organization they're part of is not gonna survive long in that role!
So again, she's the gimme from an aesthetic standpoint. But what I don't really see a lot of discussion of is how Cauldron plays into the riff.
Captain America is institutional, but in a comically morally uncomplicated way. The serum was originally mana from heaven, granted to a living saint, conveniently divorced from any nitty-gritty sausage-making process and even-more conveniently divorced from the horrible consequences of giving the, uh, the U.S government a replicable super soldier process. And in fairness to Captain America, this is 100 percent something the overall mythos eventually patched to my satisfaction; the sausage-making process eventually revealed as prototypical government fuckery driven by human experimentation on black servicemen, the overall Marvel Setting littered with failed attempts by the U.S. Government to recreate that golden goose so they can have their fun new jackboots. (In Ultimate Marvel, this is how almost all contemporary superhumans were created, and this is a state of affairs with a body count in the millions or billions.)
Cauldron draws you in with the same noble rhetoric about greater goods, the same one-off proprietary irreplicable formula- but you don't get the luxury afterwards of representing nothing but the dream. You aren't partnering up with a plucky crank scientist with a heart of gold. You're selling your soul to an organization with an agenda. The narrative makes no bones about the fact that everything you do is fundamentally tainted by the fact you opted into an end product created through torture, kidnapping and human experimentation. You don't get to pull a Kamen Rider by going rogue or opting out or making good use of the fruit of the poisoned tree; you are owned, and everything you do has this Damocles sword hanging over your head- when are the people who bankrolled this going to come to collect?
So that's the question of "who would willingly dress like that" covered, and the question of who creates a serum like that. What about the question of who takes a serum like that? I'd argue that Eidolon is the examination of that. Pre-Cauldron David reads to me like pre-serum Steve Rogers viewed through a significantly bleaker lens. They're both sickly kids desperate to serve, rocketed to the pinnacle of human capability by an experimental procedure. But for Steve Rogers, the crisis was that he had a specific vision of the world and was frustrated by his inability to carry it out. Before the serum he picked fights over what was right and wrong and got his ass handed to him; afterwards he picked those same fights and just started winning instead. The serum neatly solved a problem he had, and to the extent that his mindset is influenced by his pre-serum experiences, it's generally constructive; a desire to protect the weak, help the helpless, an appreciation for people who stand up for what's right even when they're clearly gonna get pancaked for their trouble. So ultimately there's no dark side, downside, or underlying neurosis ascribed to his initial impulse to take that serum.
But with David, it's not a tragic case of the spirit being willing but the flesh being weak. He isn't a preternaturally-noble soul, out to represent the best elements of the American ideal- he kind of represents the inverse, a guy who's been failed at every level while utterly convinced that he's the problem. He's actively suicidal because he's a wheelchair-bound epileptic in an economically-depressed socially-backwards rural town in the 1980s, and he's spent his 18 years of life internalizing the idea that he's worse than useless unless he can somehow find a way provide value to something larger than himself. Doctor Mother finds him in the aftermath of a suicide attempt spurred by his rejection from the army- and he didn't even want to join the army specifically, necessarily, he just needed his situation to be literally anything else, and he took what he thought he could get. And then he finds himself in a position to become a superhero, so he does that, molds himself into that, subordinates himself to that, builds his entire sense of self and values around the value he can provide in that role. No grand design or sacred principles carried over through the metamorphosis. Just relief at finally, finally having something that looks like an answer to the question of what he's supposed to do.
And you know, you know that if Steve Rogers was facing down the barrel of being depowered, he'd smile and nod, he'd Cincinnatus that shit. It's happened before. But for David, the emotional trauma and self-worth issues that caused him to roll the dice on a Steve-Rogers treatment never really went away. When would it? He's been Providing Value as a ten-ton Hammer Against Evil for thirty years. No family, no social life. Certainly, no incentive on his handler's part to lance his Atlas complex. So he barrels towards atrocity in the name of remaining useful. Admittedly, this is where the comparison breaks down in a significant way; Captain America is much more of a symbol than he is an irreplicable powerhouse, so it's not catastrophic if he's taken off the board. Eidolon is so unbelievably powerful that his myopia and self-centeredness actually do align with a real problem everyone else is gonna have if he loses his powers. But in terms of the starting points- I think that Steve Rogers embodies the myth about why you'd want to join the army that badly. Eidolon is, I think, much more closely modelling why you'd actually want to join the army that badly.
#apologies for the delay in responding#worm#wildbow#parahumans#worm meta#eidolon#thoughts#meta#miss militia
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About your reply to the anon about Maria Stark:
I thought it was made clear Hydra covered up the Starks' deaths? Wouldn't it have been undercover Hydra agents who carried out the "invesigation"? Hydra clearly took possession of the tapes, which we see in Civil War, and therefore I assume also performed the autopsies, etc. People like Peggy would have had no idea the organisation was compromised at this stage and would have no reason to have questioned what the people they employed and trusted were telling them.
The thing that doesn't make sense to me is Howard telling Tony he was going to the Pentagon when Shield was based at the Triskelion, which we know from the Antman movies was in use at this time. Especially considering Howard had the serum - surely that was something that should have been in Shield's hands? I wonder if anyone at Shield knew Howard had successfully recreated the serum. We know Tony doesn't know about the existence of Shield or his dad's involvement until Fury tells him, so I wonder if either A) Howard lied about where he was going or B) suspected/knew Shield was compromised and Hydra found out which was why Hydra intercepted him on his way to the Pentagon/Department of Defence.
The thing I really don't understand is why the Soviet sector of Hydra got involved in it at all - why did the tapes end up in Siberia instead of being kept by Shield/Hydra in the US? Why did they use the serum and not the American sector of Hydra? Why did the Soviets have the red book with the code words and not pass it on to the Americans with the Winter Soldier after the Cold War?
This is going on a bit of a tangent now but I've also found it deeply interesting that Vasily Karpov hid himself and the book in Ohio after the Cold War, which is exactly where the North Institute was based (where Alexei Shoshtakov stole Shields/Hydra's work on chemical subjugation with Natasha, Yelena and Melina undercover in 1995). No way is that a coincidence because Melina explicitly mentions the research on the Winter Soldier being used for the project. I wonder if Karpov had any involvement in that Hydra/Shield project, and to what extent. Maybe he wanted a way to control the other Winter Soldiers? Yet I would've thought if he was working with Shield's Hydra after the cold war, he would've handed the code words over and the other supersoldiers in cyrofreeze.
I've spent way too much time thinking about this.
You know how I feel about Peggy and her “ignorance” about Hydra constructing a multimillion dollar tribute to Zola right under her office. Once again, there are only two options: she is either incompetent or she is complicit. I mean — how did Soviet Hydra know Howard was about to transport the super soldier serum with enough advanced notice to wake and prep and send the Winter Soldier all the way from Siberia? This is Howard we’re talking about, one of the highest ranked members in one of the most secretive government organisations in the MCU, delivering a load so secretive he didn’t even engage his own chauffeur. You think he would go around telling everyone about this plan? Or would he…most likely have only told the other person who is at a similar rank as him, aka Madam Margaret Carter?
As for the post-mortems, did Tony not even view her body? This is Tony Stark — I know I have a lot of snark about him on my blog but he is supposed to be one of the more intelligent and STEM-educated persons in the Avengers, who has always had major trust issues and frequently looks down on other people’s competency and insists on doing everything himself. You’re saying he would not think it’s weird that there’s a CCTV right next to the damn car and it would…conveniently be missing footage from around the incident? That a sober Howard would just drive into a tree in a night with good visibility and no other traffic around (assuming Bucky obscured the motorbike’s tyre tracks)? If Bucky didn’t obscure his own tyre tracks, Tony didn’t want to hunt down whose bike that was? What I’m saying is, as I’ve always said, is that the Starks’ deaths were a massive deus ex machina to get the fight between Tony and Steve to turn personal. It wasn’t fair to Tony’s characterisation, because it made it seem like he just rolled over and accepted a very strange circumstance as a straight forward car accident when he’s exactly the type of person who would kick up a stink and question everything. (AU where Tony discovers Shieldra 25 years early?)
The location of Karpov is interesting. If I recall correctly though, the Red Room was only sent to spy on them not to work with them? As for Karpov, it isn’t unusual for branches of agencies to hide important information from each other even in the law enforcement side, so even if Soviet and American branches of Hydra had a collegial relationship I wouldn’t be surprised if he wanted to keep his 5 frozen Winter Soldiers hidden. And you’re right, maybe he went to Ohio to see if there are better ways to subjugate the soldiers with the intention of bringing it back to Siberia to use it on the decommissioned Winter Soldiers. 
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the reaper | part ii
as far back as human memory can recall, the origin of flower marks remains unknown. if perhaps they came during or after the birth of humanity, or are benevolent gifts from the gods to aid ones navigation in life— milestones to remember and learn from, a north point on a compass lest you stray from your path. regardless, they have always been. and while flower marks remain an important aspect of ones journey, there is none other more significant than the soul flower mark. wherein the moment someone is born, this mark blooms above ones heart, as it is considered a pure reflection of who that person is and will be.
part i / part ii / part iii
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flora grows older.
learns (is subjected to) the seemingly endless cruelty humanity possesses. learns (witnesses) that the ugliness of humanity is contagious; better known as war. learns (loses to) the monster carefully nurtured within her chest— her very being, her soul flower mark of death.
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the championed student of the notorious institution; a place whispered within the intelligence community as nothing but a myth, a hoax riddled from the remains of the USSR’s fall. a secret institution that had been slinking along the deep shadows of their former glory as a house of murderers flittering across the globe as agents of chaos and terror.
pulling undesirable girls into their maddening shadows to try and reclaim their bygone prestige and notorious skill to level world powers to the very edge. but the undesirables’ bodies were too weak; unformidable, seeping like sand through the institutions enraged fingers. unable to mould them to their benefit, their creed.
until the arrival of flora changed everything for the institution.
flora’s soul flower mark viewed as a blessing—
the beginning of a new era for the institution.
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lily of the valley’s remained a constant companion for flora throughout her early years in the institution. their abundant trails having far surpassed halfway across the left side of her back. she found no need to address them, nor look at the new ones that would burn themselves into her skin after another day being struck down.
the strike of a fist across her head was bearable, she just needed to grit her teeth, breathe, and refocus on her assailant.
the slash of a knife across her skin was something she did not flinch or blanch at, the littered scars across her back a testament during her formative years at her mothers estate.
the unmistakable crack or fractured bone only giving flora a second of pause. not from being immobilised, but to mentally assess if the damage will be detrimental to the fight.
flora found that the superficial pain brought on by her mentors’ physical training was something she was able to learn from and prioritise accordingly.
by the age of ten, rhododendron’s freely flowed from the palm of her right hand down to the skin surrounding the delicate bones of her wrist; a silent warning to those vigilant enough to look, to beware of her.
it didn’t matter how broken her body was, especially during a mission; first and foremost complete the objective, then and only then she was granted permission to return back to her private quarters, one of the many nameless medical staff already waiting to tend to her "mistakes".
there was no such thing as injury at the institution. only calculated and miscalculated choices, the difference between surviving and getting killed prematurely.
like a porcelain doll being mended by a dollmaker, the sterile gloved hands of the medical staff would expertly smooth over her bleeding and fractured body with pills, serums, needles and eternally crimson bandages.
the plume of purple hyacinths crying forgive me forgive me forgive me, from her right hipbone eventually quickly pattering out after only months at the institution.
instead, the burning of vivid red tulips bloomed beside them on flora's right hip and waist. throbbing with so much wrath, as if trying to wash away the naivety of the purple hyacinths' plead for forgiveness. as if she had lost hope for better, for someone (her mother), anyone, to come and save her.
consequently, the institution delighted over this change in character; as finally, what they had been waiting for, hoping for would finally come to fruition—
flora becoming a little less human and a whole lot more of a monster.
the institutions prodigy student—
the reaper.
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apologies for the wait for part ii + it being a little too short ++ if it also wasn't what you were imagining ಥ‿ಥ i have so many things i'd love to do with this story (bouncing around in my head and random notes ugh) but writers block literally has me by the throat
so please enjoy this filler? chapter while i try and kick writers block ass !!
thanks for stopping by!! ♡︎
crossposted on ao3 (same username)
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Bucky Barnes and the Summer Soldier- One
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced! Reader
Summary: Bucky has been looking for you for a while. Is he going to destroy you before you complete your mission?
Word Count 2.2K
Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. S MUT! Read at your own risk. Curate your own experience. Reader is confined in a mental health faculty, suppressed memories, Pursuit, implied former combat, kidnapping, coercion, mind control, dub con. Raw s ex, hair pulling, rough s ex, cream pie, c um play/oral (m receiving), a ssault. Google translate Hausa and Russian. Not Beta’d. All errors my own.
A/N: This is a result of this ask from @flordeamatista. I have taken great liberties with the MCU cannon and timeline. This is fiction! As always, reblog if you like it!
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You ran for your life, lungs burning, feet flying.
You looked behind you to see that the one pursuing you was not far off. You ducked down a hallway and into an open door.
Your chest heaved as you leaned against the wall and looked around for a hiding space.
Fragmented memories were coming back to you during this pursuit, and at this moment, the sense of running barefoot through tall reeds on the banks of a river overwhelmed you.
You shook it off, although you couldn’t help yourself from looking to the air for your favorite brightly colored water fowl. Your heart dropped when you looked around to register an empty room with a solitary gurney. The fact that you were trapped in a mental hospital and not outside it sucked the air out of you.
And then you heard his footsteps.
Bucky slowed his pace as his ears perked up, and he opened the same door you did moments before. He’d come for you an hour ago and you’d managed to evade him ever since. Typical for one who’d taken the serum. You were a hard target to acquire, but he was determined.
He scanned the empty room, checking for trap doors or hidden panels. He walked over to the windows, which were sealed shut. He looked down on the courtyard that patients weren’t allowed to use and shook his head, then, he made his way out of the door again.
You waited three minutes after you heard his footsteps retreating before you moved the ceiling tile and dropped down from where you’d been hiding.
For some reason, the man you were hiding from you terrified you. Ever since you saw his face weeks ago when you fought him on a mission, you’d been plagued with strange memories. Which made your Master have to reset you again and again. You resented that.
Despite the fact that you felt impelled destroy him, you did not want to face the dark-haired man in black with the piercing blue eyes again. You may not know your own name, but you knew that man had some mysterious power over you. Even more so than the Power Broker.
Just as you reached for the doorknob, the door jerked open, the man in black returning your stare with a rueful grin. You’d been too lost in your own thoughts to be fully aware of his presence.
“Daga karshe na sameki masoyiyata.”
Your ears perked up at the language that the man spoke. You understood it, although you’d spoken French for as long as you could remember, which wasn’t long. Maybe this horrible institution wasn’t your home.
“Why did you call me that?”
Your eyes widened when English came out of your mouth. It seemed a natural response to this man. You were very confused, more than you normally were, which was always.
The man was inching closer to you now.
“Because that is who you are, Soyayya ta.”
“No! That’s not true!”
You hurled yourself at the man, climbing up his body and winding up with your legs around his neck. You squeezed, hoping to choke him out while he grinned up at you.
“Yes it is.”
His voice was weak, as if he was gasping for breath. For an unknown reason, you let up on his windpipe.
Suddenly, you were sat on the gurney, your right leg in his left hand. You could not get out of his grip and you two stared at each while he held your legs apart. When he licked his lips was when you kicked him in the sternum. Clearly, he was surprised at the force, which caused him to double over, but he quickly recovered and caught you before you moved two feet, grabbing your bicep and bringing your arm behind your back, placing you none too gently against the wall.
You grunted as you felt all of him, including his manhood, pressed hard and insistent upon your back.
Was he going to violate you?
Did you want him to?
Yet another language flowed out of his mouth, which was close to the shell of your ear. You suppressed a shiver as you heard his velvet voice.
“Sygrayem v nashu malen'kuyu igru, kukolka?”
He snaked his left arm around your neck and pressed you back further into him as his gloved hand turned your face to his. He leaned around, as if he was going to kiss you, and opened his mouth. His breath fanned your face as he bared his teeth and bit the pointer finger of the black leather glove he was wearing. He used his mouth to tear the glove off to reveal a black and golden hand. You were mesmerized by it until it was quickly clamped over your mouth.
The sensation was familiar and when you tasted the metal; it was nearly orgasmic. Your eyes rolled baack into your head and you all but ignored the man’s other hand roaming your body.
“I’m just checking you to see if you’re okay, Doll.”
The hand tasted like home, like warm air and smells of your favorite foods. It tasted like beautiful people and excellence and safety and…Wakanda. Your eyes flew open when you realized.
Vibranium.
You sobbed as memories came flooding to your mind. The pathetic sounds were muffled by the vibranium hand.
Your mother. Your father. The river that was your home. Your weapons. Your money. The vow you took when you became a Dora Milaje and Shuri’s personal guard. The same vow that you broke when you fell in love with Bucky Barnes, the Winter Soldier…
“Farar kerkecina.…James…”
“Shhhh Doll. I’m here now.”
Bucky pulled you into his arms from behind, and you held on to the limbs that were wrapped around you as you cried, one human and one created by the Princess, Shuri.
Finally, you turned around and looked up at the love of your life. He peered back at you, eyes full of concern, but also a mixture of relief, love, and yes, need.
“Are you okay?”
You didn’t answer him, instead, you asked your own question.
“How long, James? How long have we been apart?”
Bucky brought his hand up to your face, thumb tracing your chin and fingers in your dense curls.
“A little over two years.”
You gasped and tears fell again fresh and new.
“I searched for you every day. I promise, Doll. And you’ve been right under my nose…”
Your heart melted.
“I know you did. The Power Broker is devious. She did horrible things. Made me do…”
And then he kissed you. His lips were the softest and strongest you’d ever tasted. You licked into his mouth and fisted his t shirt between you.
“You don’t have to tell me. I know. And I’m going to find her and bring her to justice.”
Bucky was panting as your hand strayed to touch the bare skin and the metal under his shirt. He smirked when you pinched his nipple.
“She is mine to destroy.”
Bucky’s smirk turned into a full fledged grin when you glared up at him and opened his pants. He shivered when you fisted him.
“There’s my girl.”
You separated from him as you pulled your shirt over your head. Next went your pants and underwear as Bucky’s eyes roamed your body. He licked his chops, just as the White Wolf would.
“You sure you don’t wanna leave, Doll? Need to check you out. Need to get you an examination… get you safe…”
You backed away from him toward the gurney.
“I need to have you James. Please. I remember. It’s been so long. I need some control back. Please.”
Bucky couldn’t stop himself from moving toward your upturned ass as you bent over the gurney and looked over your shoulder at him.
“You told me the serum heightened everything. But I didn’t understand before. I need you now, James.”
Bucky was drawn to you as if on a string.
“I get it, Doll. Everything is so much. You sure you alright, Doll?”
You hadn’t said that you were before, but you avoided the topic again.
“See for yourself, farar kerkecina.”
Bucky rubbed your ass, eyes glazed over, lust flowing through his veins. It had been a long 26 months and visions of you clouded not only his dreams, but every spare waking moment. He couldn’t help it.
His metal hand quickly undid his belt and pants while his right, his flesh, dipped into you, feeling the wetness between your legs. You reached back to the arm that shined, incrementally trying to bring him into you. He held you off, but he did slowly start to swipe his cockhead through your neglected folds.
“Oh…”
Bucky watched and drooled as he took in the vision of your mouth and that wide open, perfect O of those perfect lips.
“So gorgeous… Soyayya ta..”
He slowly breached your tight hole, and your mouth widened impossibly even more as the stretch almost took you out. It hurt, but it hurt so good, the only positive sensation you’d had in over two years.
This time, Bucky let you reach back to grasp the base of him, slowing down as he saw the difficulty with which you were having taking him. You adjusted his aim, and he paused, hand on your hip as you spread your cheeks so that he could get inside you. Your eyes met in surprised sensation as he was finally able to slide all the way home.
“Feel so damn good, White Wolf!”
You started moving faster on his cock as his hands slid up your wiast to your tits, squeezing, groping, making up for lost time.
He was stroking a slow, steady, deep pace, as his metal fingers made their way into your open mouth, pressing down your throat as your tongue swirled around your native metal.
“So goood….”
You were gagging around his fingers, partly because of his actions, and partly because he felt so good inside you. You reached back and grabbed his shirt, pulling on it as you took his thick cock inside you, looking back at him stretching your tiny hole with awe. You looked into each other’s eyes as you felt him swelling impossibly.
“Love your bald head, but I like this hair, Doll. I can do this…”
And Bucky grabbed your curls, pulling on your roots deliciously and stretching your neck so that he could engage you in a filthy kiss while he drove into you. You separated, gasping for breath.
“Bast! James, is your cock made of vibranium too?”
He laughed at the old joke, which made the rounds of the Dora until you found out the truth.
“You make me feel like it is, soyayya ta.”
Bucky let you go so that you could hold on to the gurney and fuck yourself on his cock.
He grabbed your breasts again and the look of surprised lust came was mirrored on both of your faces as you felt yourself squeezing him with your impending orgasm.
“C’mon, Soyayya ta. Give it to me.”
“James, oh James. Oh….!”
“Good god!”
You bent fully over the gurney when you came, and Bucky had a clear view of your beautiful cream on his cock. That’s when he started pounding you out properly, using you to reach his end. Your senses were so alive that you felt each stream and splash of his cum inside you, and it caused your sensitive cunt to shudder. You lay there under him as he collapsed on top of you, relishing the feel of him.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…”
Bucky kissed your shoulder and down your back as he looked around for something to clean up with. You looked back at him, and stood up, Bucky’s spend leaking down your legs.
“Let me.”
You gave him that look as you bent over, taking his still semi-hard cock in your hand. You stared at him straight on as you took him in your mouth and cleaned him off.
“That mouth, those eyes… you’re killing me here…”
You smiled around his girth and then opened your mouth to let him see the effects of your handiwork.
“On my life, Doll. I will never get enough of you.”
He pulled you up to standing and leaned down to give you a filthy kiss.
“So glad to have you back in my arms.”
Bucky turned around and leaned on the gurney as he held you. You leaned into him, tears pricking your eyes as you felt the same emotions, but knowing what you had to do.
“I love you, farar kerkecina…”
You gave him a tender kiss on the lips before you delivered a blow to his vagus nerve. Bucky went out immediately, and you gently laid him on the gurney before you got dressed again.
“I have to finish this with the Power Broker, and I know you will try to stop me.”
You tucked the underwear that you’d cleaned up with into his jeans pocket, trading them for the keys to this asylum.
“We will be together soon, my love.”
You gave him a kiss on his perfect lips before you quickly made your out of the hospital, on your way to kill Sharon Carter for making you the Summer Soldier and taking the child from your belly.
Daga karshe na sameki masoyiyata (Hausa)– "I finally found you my love"
Soyayya ta (Hausa)— My Love
Sygrayem v nashu malen'kuyu igru, kukolka? (Russian)-- "Shall we play our little game, Doll?"
Farar kerkecina (Hausa).… "My white wolf"
#ask dj#sebastian stan#bucky barnes imagine#bucky barnes#bucky barnes x black female reader#bucky barnes x reader smut#bucky barnes x black!reader#winter soldier smut#winter soldier x reader#winter soldier x dora milaje reader#bucky barnes x dora milaje reader#bucky barnes x enhanced reader#falcon and the winter soldier#captain america and the winter soldier#bucky barnes smut#sharon carter#power broker
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Malec Promptlet: Alec learns magical theory
Or the one where you can't actually live with the High Warlock of Brooklyn and not learn at least a little bit of magic.
Alec adores sitting in his spot in Magnus’s apothecary and watching him make potions or transcribe texts while Magnus absently commentates on everything he does. Magnus has never before allowed anyone such unfettered access to this space before and is constantly surprised at how much interest Alec takes in his work and the intelligent questions he asks once he’s sure he’s not bothering Magnus by asking.
Catarina comes by one day and is shocked that Alec automatically follows her and Magnus into his apothecary and even more shocked when Alec not only clearly has his space there, but Magnus isn’t fluttering about uncomfortably with someone intrudingin the magical heart of his lair - he’s moving around as though Alec belongs there.
Magnus begins teaching Alec basic potions when he realizes how much Alec loves helping him in the apothecary, usually fetching and carrying ingredients. (The first time Alec pops up his side with a vial of angel’s fern in hand, Magnus blinks at him in confusion wondering how in Lilith’s name Alec had known he needed it. Alec grins. The potion is a healing one and Magnus had just put in three drams of fire lizard blood, a toxicant he knows from last week’s batch of burn serum can only be neutralized with angel’s fern. Magnus is both a little bemused and vaguely proud.)
Jace and Izzy come over one day and need a basic healing potion. They say they’ll wait for Magnus, but Alec just walks into the apothecary (asking his siblings to wait at the door since Magnus isn’t there) and begins gathering ingredients and preparing the workspace. They’re very confused. Magnus comes home in the middle and wraps his arms around Alec from behind, burying his face in the back of Alec’s neck and muttering something sotto voce that makes the Shadowhunter blush. Jace and Izzy cackle in delight.
In the middle of the Institute cafeteria one day when Magnus is visiting, Catarina and Magnus get into a spirited debate on the use of mundane ingredients in healing potions. When Alec comes to joining them at their table, dropping a kiss on Magnus’s cheek as he sits, the listening Shadowhunters are nonplussed when their Head has very definite opinions on this topic.
#lawsofchaos rambles#malec#shadowhunters#promptlet#alexander lightwood deserves nice things#magnus bane deserves nice things
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just thinking about how the first ever encounter steve had in this century was the people he was supposed to ‘trust’ lying to him and pretending he was still in the 40s. if the MCU had any guts (or if i could write it for them) there is NO WAY steve would trust them after that
Literally.
That man has had his trust broken so many fucking times in so many different ways over his various arcs. He has to have major issues there. Like, there's no way he would trust anyone fully after that being his first waking experience--not until they prove themselves. There's also that whole thing where people are constantly trying to get his blood to figure out what was really in the serum and that moment with Fury where he recognizes the institutional fear, not freedom, being instated so, like, c'mon... Steve is not trusting S.H.I.E.L.D. even before he realizes that it's been infiltrated by HYDRA.
Not to mention!! Steve experiences the way he's treated when in "disguise" versus when he's obviously thee Steve Rogers and how different that can be, so he's certainly aware of how untrustworthy or, just, weird people can be to him because he's Captain America. You can't tell me he doesn't have trust issues resulting from that, too. Perhaps it's just hard to see next to Natasha Romanoff (or even Bucky Barnes, to some extent), who may be the poster child of trust issues, but the point still stands.
Thanks for this excuse to do a short rant, lol
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Strong at the Institute
(this one is purely headcanon since we know nothing about this aspect of Strong's past)
The List
The man is completely bewildered. He doesn't understand where he is. He can't understand what is going on. He's not sure who these folks are.
Who are they?
He finds the room quite peculiar. Even the sound is weird. It somewhat resembles Dr. Sun's clinic. Or, rather, Dr. Sun's clinic appears to be a bizarre parody of this play. There are men and women wearing too clean attire in a too clean place with too clean equipment. Too much white. There's an excessive amount of white in the clothing worn by those individuals. And other colors. Comedy of colors. Too much faded. Too much clean.
The people around him take notes and whisper with one another, but everyone ignores him.
“Hey!” He tries to free himself, but he has been tightly tied to some sort of bed. Even this bed is strange!
The man's struggles do not go unnoticed. A man, tall, wearing glasses with thick lenses comes closer.
“You finally awake,” the man tells him with a smile. “Good.”
“Who are you?” the poor victim asks him, still struggling against his bonds.
“I'm a doctor,” the glasses-wearing man says, looking over him without touching him. “Can you tell me your name?”
“The hell with everything!” The man barks back. "Why are you strapping me to this bed? Why am I being held captive? Who the hell are you?”
“Calm down, please. No one is holding you captive. You're in a hospital at Diamond City.”
“There is no hospital at Diamond City! Only a clinic! Who are you? Why did I am here?”
“Doctor Virgil,” a woman in a strange, clean suit of a different color says as she approaches the doctor-like figure. “He seems a suitable candidate.”
The man looks at the woman and nods.
“He'll do,” he validates.
“It's seemed. Should we start the experience?” the woman asks.
“Yes, Missis Anubia. First, give the vitamins to ensure the serum response.”
Anubia nods and leaves the room, only to come back with a tray that contains a couple of syringes and some other medical instruments.
The man, bound to the bed, widens his eyes.
“Hey! I don't want anything!”
He starts struggling again.
“It's just vitamins,” Anubia reassures him. “Nothing to worry about. You need them.”
The man shakes his head.
“Nope. I don't want 'em. Leave me alone,” he says defiantly.
The tall man approaches once more, examining his notes.
“You've expressed a liking for classic music and literature. Would you like us to incorporate some of these elements into your transition process?”
The man's attention is somewhat grabbed at that.
“Hah. So, you do know me.”
“We know many things about you,” says the tall man matter-of-factly.
“Doctor Virgil, is it? You are a doctor? Virgil, my man, can you do me a favor?”
The doctor looks at the man with a smile. This is the first time someone is willing to cooperate.
“Sure. What do you want?”
“GETTING THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!”
The tall scientist chuckles, looking at his colleague. Anubia raises an eyebrow and moves the syringe closer to the man's arm, despite his continued struggle.
“Oh, don't worry. It won't hurt,” she says. “Quite the contrary, in fact.”
The man tries to twist to the point of hurting himself, but the more he struggles, the more he understands the bounds are really mean to hold. He cannot avoid the needle. Anubia administers the vitamins without trouble.
The man slumps. The medicine was more than vitamins, the effect being quite noticeable.
“What... is this...?” he stutters.
“Vitamins and some soothing products,” says Virgil. “Don't worry. It's simply intended to help you relax a bit so we can assist you better. There will be no interference with the serum at all. It will soon be dissipated.”
The man tries to move his arm—to twitch—to do anything, but he becomes paralyzed. Fear settles into his eyes as he realizes he can't do anything. He can't fight. He is at their mercy.
“Don't worry!” The doctor repeats with a smile. “It's only temporary. You'll feel better soon.”
“How... how soon...?” The man manages to ask even if, for now, his jaws seem too hard to move properly.
“About twenty minutes. This is the duration required for the serum to fully penetrate your system."
“Twenty... minutes...?!” The man gasps. “Serum?”
“Don't worry,” Virgil continues, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Nothing awful will happen. You will feel better in no time.” He quickly injects another vial into the man's arms. “But in the meantime, we think that listening to some music will help you.”
“Music...? Like a lullaby for a child...?” the man asks in a trembling voice.
“Not exactly,” Anubia replies, her smile spreading. “We comprehend you like the works of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. We have prepared something for you. I'm sure you will enjoy it.”
“I... I don't understand,” the man says, feeling a dread in his bowel.
Anubia presses a few buttons on a strange machine, causing it to begin playing music that may resemble Mozart's compositions but is far from it. The sound is loud and unlike anything the man had ever heard before.
The man attempts to speak, but the noise is so loud that it overpowers him and takes over his entire consciousness. At this stage, he has trouble even recalling his own name. He feels as though a drill bit is whirling within his skull. The sound seems more than just sound—like claws closing on his brain. He tries to blink, shake, and find something, but nothing happens. Nothing forms in his mind. He's not even able to grasp reality and time.
He felt as though he plummeted into an emptiness, and this emptiness embodied the sound.
A blank.
A long blank of nothingness.
When something finally surfaces in his consciousness, he desperately clings to it.
“It's not Mozart... it's not MOZART!” The man doesn't understand why it bothers him so much, but it does. “IT'S NOT MOZART! PLAY MOZART!”
Virgil approaches Anubia and points something on her pad.
“Sadly, I have the impression we can already state about the aggressivity...”
Anubia nods and writes something down her pad. After that, she fidgets with the machine until it stops making noise. The man is sweating profusely, struggling to calm himself down.
“It's not Mozart...” he says with an uneven voice. “Why is this not Mozart? It has to be Mozart!”
On a wave of the doctor, the personal leave the room as well as Virgil and Anubia. The poor man finds himself alone. He doesn't understand what is happening. He doesn't understand why he is here. He doesn't understand what those people are doing to him.
He can't move, but his mind is wide awake, racing. What is happening here? The serum is making him feel... strange. He tries to move his arm again... and again. And again.
A... shiver of his fingers! He's not completely paralyzed.
In fact, the man is not paralyzed at all. The effect of the serum is unclear, but he can move his fingers, hands, and feet. Why did he thought he was paralyzed?
The man is confused. Why the hell did he thought he was paralyzed? He looks around, checking if he is indeed alone. He takes a deep breath to get his bearings. His legs, his arms, his body—all of it is intact! He can even breathe properly! Now, why the hell did he thought he was paralyzed? He flexes his fingers and toes, rolling his shoulders.
The ties firmly hold him to the bed. He can't do anything. He is stuck here, alone, with no answers.
He sighs, slumping against the bed. What can he possibly do now? Wait until those guys return to continue... whatever they're doing? Hell no. His mind is on fire. He is more than ready to fight…
...but there's no one to fight.
Time is running its course. The twenty minutes are long gone now, but no one comes back. He’s waiting. He waits for what seems to be hours. After a long time, he does not understand why, but his obsession with Mozart returns.
“Hey, Virgil?” He tries to call. “Doctor Virgil! You said I’d have Mozart? Can I have Mozart?”
Just as he finishes, the door to the room opens, but the man coming in is not Virgil. It is someone new.
“You are conscious,” says the stranger. “Good.”
“What the hell is going on here...?” the man asks hostilely, staring at the newcomer with suspicion.
The newcomer comes to his bed. He looks different from other people he has seen so far. He looks older. Older than any person he's ever seen. He is in a lab coat, as are Virgil and some others, but with a clean sweater underneath.
“Don’t fear about anything. We got you. You are in good hands.”
His voice is so soothing.
The poor man stuck in a strange bed can only calm down now.
“Who... who are you?”
The newcomer inspects some instruments and screens, then turns to the other.
“The serum has already been injected into you. Those idiots. I will need to make further adjustments to ensure your double is functioning properly.”
He takes a syringe on a plate and moves closer to the bed.
“WHO ARE YOU?” asks again the poor victim.
The newcomer gives him a disinterested gaze, obviously not impressed.
“People here call me Father, but for you it doesn’t matter anymore.” He inserts the needle into the other’s arm, but instead of injecting something, he collects his blood. “Soon, nothing will matter to you... except perhaps… Mozart?”
The attached man can't help but feel a deep fear seeping into him. Mozart. Why is nothing playing Mozart? Why is Mozart important? He had questions. He’s sure of having questions. Important questions...
“Why didn't anyone let me hear Mozart?”
The newcomer's smile widens at that.
“You do like Mozart,” he states, not as a question but as if he were hammering something in the mind of the man.
“I... am... yes... maybe? I... I WANT TO HEAR MOZART!”
A sudden fist of rage seizes him, and he tries again to struggle in his bounds. That's when he is surprised to be able to slack them. But before he can rejoice, an unbearable pain seizes him on top of his rage, and he lets out a cry of agonizing pain.
The newcomer does nothing but watch the man writhe on the bed, trying to free himself with only his own muscles.
“Shhh... calm down,” the stranger says, his voice so oddly soothing. “Don't resist too much. You will only hurt yourself.”
The man is now panting. The strange sounds they have make him listen sooner invading his mind.
He wants Mozart. He wants Mozart. He wants Mozart.
“Make it stop! MAKE IT STOP!”
Virgil and Anubia abruptly return to the room.
“Sorry, Father,” Virgil rushes to defend himself with humility in his voice. “This subject quickly succumbs to the serum, it seems.”
The newcomer doesn't even turn to his colleagues; he keeps focusing on the poor man on the bed.
“I know!” he says, his voice still eerily calm. “What did I tell you about that? Why are you so reckless with the serum dose?”
“We followed the usual protocol, Father,” Anubia quickly answers, somewhat intimidated by the too calm man.
Virgil nods, agreeing with his colleague.
“It's the usual dosage we use with the other subjects,” he says.
Father sighs, turns to face them, and takes another syringe from the platter.
“You didn't take into account that our subject here is older than the others,” he says slowly, injecting the new product in the man's veins. “Of course he succumbs faster. You are too careless to notice these things.”
Anubia and Virgil exchange sheepish glances as the newcomer calls them out.
“We... were not aware, Father. We apologize,” Virgil finally says.
“Of course you weren't,” Father said with a small, bitter chuckle. “You apply the same treatment to every subject, disregarding their physical attributes. That's why the success rate of the FEV is so low.”
“Wait!” suddenly grasp the victim. “FEV? You have injected me with FEV? I AM TRANFORMING INTO A SUPER MUTANT?”
Virgil and Anubia try to hush the man, but Father simply puts a single hand up to silence them.
“FEV is more than just a transformation to 'super mutants'” he says. “It is the future of our kind. It can change everything. There is so much potential in that serum. So much to explore. So much more. You are not just a subject; you are a candidate. And we are going to change you to something better.”
The man struggles more and more, feeling his bound weakening fast.
“I DON'T WANT! I DON'T WANT! NO! NO! NO!” He is losing his mind so swiftly. Rage, blind rage. He is losing it. He will lose it even more. “NO! YOU CAN'T! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT!”
Father smiles like a shark.
“The Institute has all rights. Calm down now, or we won't allow you to have your... Mozart.”
The mention of Mozart seems to have an immediate effect on the poor man, despite the turmoil in his mind. He instantly looks at Father, as if hoping he can get an explanation or... a threat.
“Mozart?” he asks with a trembling voice.
“Yes, Mozart. Soon, you will hear all the Mozart you want, Mister McDonough.”
The elder exits the room with Virgil and Anubia.
The man begins to feel increasingly weird; his struggles decrease, and his breathing gradually worsens as the sound again invades his mind.
“Mo... Mozart...” he says in a dreamy voice. “I want... Mozart...”
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on a whim i looked up the Templin Institute (a worldbuilding-focused youtube channel I dropped because I was horrified at a video they made where they claimed that the Men of Tolkien's Legendarium aren't REALLY human because they're not vicious enough, cruel enough, or obsessed with war) and I was miffed to see that apparently since I dropped them they made a video arguing that everyone in the MCU should be living in constant fear and that it would be better to live in the universe of The Boys (because the super serum is qunaitifable) and Warhammer 40k (since in that one, everyone is a zealot who believes that the God-Emperor protects them and thinks that all aliens are inherently evil)
and it sort of illustrates a thing that... I don't think sci fi fandom or writing IN GENERAL is like, but it is enough of a common element to bother me, and its when people treat cruelty, systemic brutality or man's capacity for evil as an inherently positive aspect.
This ties into the video that caused me to drop them; the channel made the claim that the Rohirrim would have been doing better if they had been genocidal and brutally attacked anything different enough from them (in the sense of "maybe if they had killed all orcs on sight for being nonhuman, Rohan would be doing better"). and its like... why?
I honestly can't fathom why anyone would consider that a good thing, or even think that it SHOULD be expected to hate and fear anything different from you, and to got to the extreme that NOT being xenophobic by default is some kind of failing, or imply that not wanting to kill all other forms of life makes you different from humans, or that being more bloodthirsty or willing to hurt others is an advantage.
What, I can't help but wonder, is the appeal in lionizing the worst parts of ourselves?
You see a lot of this in sci fi, and i think its because a lot of those look at the factions involved as characters in their own right, so they don't really feel much when stuff like 'by performign x social policy, the Human Dominion allowed 42 percent of its people to starve to death on purpose' is considered a fairly neutral detail.
Mindless fanaticism is often prized in these settings, to the point where the most common fandom memes is numbing stuff like 'FOR THE EMPEROR' and 'PURGE THE XENOS'. quite literally stuff all about turning your brain off and being happy about being a murderous garbage-animal that acts like a walking personification of the 'maybe the people who say all humans are inherently evil animals and that it will be a blessing when we all die and no longer poison the universe with our cancerous capacity for evil' idea.
i find it really, REALLY fucking creepy when this stuff gets popular, and more to the point, when the idea of 'humans are naturally warriors/soldiers' becomes so prevalent that you have people hating the idea of some universe where we don't automatically try to kill things for not being like us. its just exhausting, and tedious and...
I don't know, but it doesn't really sound right with archaelogical evidence for us.
I'm thinking about how ancient graves from our own ancestors and our neanderthal cousins both have many signs of caring for the ill, the elderly and infirm. the remains of children with severe Down's syndrome who survived until at least five years old, well cared for by others. Lots and lots of bodies with healed fractures and broken legs, which means someone took care of them; a running animal, and a hunter, with a broken leg is a dead animal. A healed leg is someone who was taken care of.
I think about how on the island of Cyprus, they found an truly ancient burial. In it, they found the body of a long-dead human, and beside them, the body of a cat, laid to rest with ceremony and by all signs, love.
The burial is around 9,500 years old; almost ten thousand years ago.
This predates the first confirmed use of writing by at least 3000 years or so. 3000 years before the epic of gilgamesh became one of our first stories (a story, I note, about a king who grieves the death of a friend and desperately tries to find the secret to immortality, and in time makes peace with the inevitability of death, and becoming a story we still know today).
War goes back a long way; there's no mistake about that. But I think about how friendships and love for animals that loved us too, and long-dead people still showing the signs that people cared enough about them to keep them alive as long as possible, is probably much more integral to the concept of being human, or perhaps what it means to be a thinking entity at all, more than our capacity to hurt each other.
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Do half-mers have power of water? Or the voice of siren? Or... they're just mermaids?
They could have fish communication powers... Siren Wail... Wave Energy Blast... Fin Slap. Anything, everything, combo or nothing, I suppose. I have like 6 different merfolk AU iterations (for now; I come up with new ones at the drop of a hat) and may use any of them:
Everyone is a merperson, they all live on Amity Reef, and Vlad and Danny got zapped by some mysterious energy from the abyss that Jack and Maddie were trying to harness, so now they're mers with superpowers
Same as above but with the added trait of Vlad and Danny being able to shift forms and walk among humans
Everyone is human but Vlad and Danny received half-mer shifting powers due to being exposed to a serum that Jack and Maddie developed because they were contracted by the US government or some shady oceanic institution who wants to create water-breathing super soldiers to wage a global war or specifically target the the merpeople who live in a peaceful sanctuary deep down in the ocean
Same as above except there is no government contract and the Fentons are just convinced that merpeople exist (they're correct but that doesn't stop everyone else from thinking they're crabshit insane)
Everyone is a merperson but Vlad and Danny got cursed by the evil sea king Pariah and now they're half-ghost mers who have to work for him
Were-mers
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Today in "I understand why it happens but it's still frustrating"
I've been looking into topical magnesium, more commonly known as an "epsom salt bath". And, like, on the one hand, "alternative medicine" is a great source of ideas for treating medical conditions, and basically every single existing non-alternative medicine has been the result of doing some science on "alternative medicine" techniques. And on the other hand, the placebo effect is both strong and very real, and humans are terrible at understanding randomness, which is why we even invented science. You really do gotta check, you always gotta check. AND, back on the first hand, humans are eerily good at finding patterns, to the point where there probably ought to be a Humans Are Space Orcs story about it, and a lot of humans, whose conceptions of reality have been put through some pretty intensive stress testing, believe that epsom salt baths work. AND, on the second hand, we invented science, we have science, we ought to use science.
So anyway, several studies have looked into whether topical magnesium has any effect, and in 2017 someone went through and did a meta-analysis of it, and admittedly some of the studies were insufficient to draw any conclusions from them, but still, none of them showed any kind of evidence that there was enough happening here that it was worth looking into further. Since (despite our best efforts) you can't test everything, it makes sense to prioritize doing real amounts of research on things that are showing promise in the initial trials.
EXCEPT
none of those studies, nor the meta analyses, acknowledge that (quoting directly from the National Institute of Health)
Assessing magnesium status is difficult because most magnesium is inside cells or in bone. The most commonly used and readily available method for assessing magnesium status is measurement of serum magnesium concentration, even though serum levels have little correlation with total body magnesium levels or concentrations in specific tissues [https://ods.od.nih.gov/factsheets/Magnesium-HealthProfessional/, accessed 2023-03-28]
All of them checked whether topical magnesium influenced the amount of magnesium in the blood. And it does not. But that result is entirely consistent with the expected result if topical magnesium is absorbed into the skin: if your soft tissues, which hold 39-49% of your magnesium, are deficient, then you would expect it to stay in the nearest tissues, and not make it to the blood.
Which is not to say that this proves epsom salt baths work: this is the same result you'd expect if they don't work at all. Which is to say, the experiment would be expected to have the same result regardless of whether the hypothesis was accurate or not, which is to say, this was bad science. It tells us absolutely nothing. And it's especially frustrating because an experiment to test the actual claim would have been quite a bit easier -- measuring range of motion and muscle pliability is much cheaper than taking blood samples. A double-blind, randomized controlled trial would have been actually quite straightforward to carry out.
All of which is to say, I'm kinda thinking about buying 100 lbs of magnesium sulfide and finding myself some test subjects
#raina rants#science#medicine#there is no alternative medicine there is only medicine with sufficient evidence and medicine without#biology
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pediatrician! Flug has relations with Miss heed due to managing to convince her to come down to the medical wing and spend some time with the kids so they can met with their idol and spend some time with her or just to make them feel better while in recovery
Heed agrees to this since it increases her popularity and makes her seem more likeable to the public
In the Pediatrician!Flug AU, Flug never went to Black Hat Institution to study evil science and instead follows his parents wishes to study at a science school run by P.E.A.C.E.
However, he decides not to build any of his inventions for P.E.A.C.E. because he does not completely trust the organisation not to screw him over and doesn't agree with everything that they do, so he decides to take up courses that he enjoys in the school but at the same time won't show his inventive genius.
Additionally, Flug also secretly sells his inventions on the Black Web to persue his passion for evil science and inventing. He is also extremely paranoid that he will be found out, so he only sells his inventions to people he has done a background check and sents a robot with a video call function he built when they have to do a face to face interactions.
He accepts payment in money or difficult to find materials for his inventions or in most cases airplanes. That's how he got the nickname on the Black Web as the mysterious Mr. Plane.
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In this AU Miss Heed, was a evil science student at Black Hat Institution, since she never met Flug to steal his thesis and helped her become second best in class, she had no reason to stay in a class she was not good at, so she dropped out immediately afterwards to join P.E.A.C.E. to become hero after she saw how popular it can make her after seeing GoldHeart in magazines, news, tv ect and aldo developed an obsessive one sided parasocial relationship for him.
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Flug met Miss Heed when they were both 17 when while was an intern at P.E.A.C.E. facility where Miss Heed was trying to get her powers.
Flug was incharge of monitoring and compiling reports the patients conditions and ensuring that they take their medication and proper dosage of P.E.A.C.E. formula. And one of the patients he assigned to was Miss Heed.
Through their visits and conversations Flug and Miss Heed struck a friendship bonding because they were both weirdos and their personalities click together well.
Flug became a source of comfort and for someone to talk to and vent out her promblems and frustrations as she looks forward to his visits everyday in between her life threatening experiments and medical procedures.
It hurt for Flug to see his friend in pain and he asked her why does she go through so much to get her powers even though it's hurting her and killing her.
Heed replied that she sees it as "progress to becoming a popular hero" and the world will finally see how special she is once she gets her powers.
Flug relates to her as he also wants to be seen through his genius and inventions. But he disagrees with her hurting herself to get what she wants and kept suggesting to her maybe she do something else to achieve her goals, but she ignores him and even got into a heated argument one time because of that.
Flug realised that there was no way to change her mind and instead tried his best to ensure that she gets the best food for her health and tries his best to file in her reports in a way to so that scientists and doctors don't make the procedures and training too strenuous on her mind, body, and psychological state.
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One day Miss Heed was able to get her powers but was extremely disappointed, when her powers are only just to be able to evaporate liquids in small amounts despite everything she went through.
She demended the scientists there to give better powers but they said that her body is uncopatible with the other serums and that giving it to her will just do her more harm than good.
She started crying that she will never be a popular and beloved hero with such useless powers.
(She didn't have Flug's thesis to manipulate people's emotions in this AU and so she didn't insist to the scientists that her powers extremely useful to be used on Villains)
Flug genuinely felt sorry for her, after seeing everthing she went through, also hearing how difficult it is for heroes without strong super powers to get ahead so he decided to take a risk and help her...
Flug thought long and hard what is the best and most compatible invention he has that can be used with Cecilia's powers.
He didn't have one, but he can invent one based on a thesis he had on manipulating people's emotions he worked on a long time ago, but lost interest in it.
Flug presented Cecilia the next day with several different coloured liquid formulas in sealed flasks based on his thesis, to hide his secret as an inventor, he says that scientists handed it to him to be given to her so that she can use with her vaporisation powers.
He explains each of these formulas, once applied on someone can make the person feel different emotions such as anger, sadness, guilt, love, fear, and hatred. So for example she can use the fear formula to make Villains afraid in a confrontation or use guilt to get a confession out of them, and make them angry causing them to act irrationally in fight. But the effects of the formula are only temporary so its important to keep the subject at a constant state of emotion.
Miss Heed perked up when Flug said the word love and didn't hear much of what Flug said afterwards.
She asked him if the formula can make people fall in love with her.
Flug says that the formulas makes people feel the emotion in general but not toward a specific person, but it can be modified to do that if her seretonin from her body is added to the formula.
Miss Heed immediately grabs Flug by the collar asking him to request the scientist who created this to do that making up an excuse that it csn help her fight villains better.
Flug said that he will need to extract the seretonin from the cerebellum and "give it to the scientist" but he refused to do so beliving she has gone through enough medical procedures.
Plus he didn't like the crazed look in her eyes.
But Miss Heed was persistent and literally begged Flug while crying that this is the only way for her to be a real hero.
Flug caved in and agreed she immediately stoped crying and gave him an ecstatic hug, making Flug wonder if was all just an act.
He quickly put Miss Heed under sleeping gas and did the seretonin extraction while everyone was out for lunch and came back the next day with the modified seretonin formulas.
Miss Heed immediately grabbed the formula labeled "love" possessively, then clutched and held the flask close to her, her expression looking like Gollum from Lord of The Rings.
Flug ignores it thinking she's just excited, then tells her, to protect his secret, that as the formula is extremely powerful, she can only use this formula once her training is done and she leaves this facility, which she immediately agrees as she will do whatever it takes to achieve her dream of being popular.
He also gave her an instruction manual on how to create more of the formulas.
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A week later Miss Heed completed her training and was discharged and Flug also completed her internship and they both went out to lunch at a restaurant to celebrate.
Both of them asked each other what they are going to do afterwards.
Miss Heed says her dad already got her an agent to help her become a popular and beloved hero and having the formula will definitely help.
Flug says he will go to P.E.A.C.E. University to become a pediatrician after he graduates from high school and get his pilot licence.
Before they parted, they exchanged numbers to keep in touch.
Miss Heed thanks Flug for everything he's done. Flug blushes and humbly says he's just doing his job.
Miss Heed leans in and whispers secretly in Flug's ear and says that she knows that he does a lot of things for her behind a scene than he has lead on.
She then suddenly grabs Flug's face and proceeds to smash their mouths together in a loud, open mouth kiss, much to Flug's surprise and shock.
Their lips seperated in a wet pop just Miss Heed's limo came around the coner to pick her up.
She blew an air kiss at him and flirtily she hoped they can catch up again soon before entering the limo.
Flug was left in a flustered dazed wondering what just happened...
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Over the last six years, Flug continued with his studies deligently to become a pediatrist and secretly continue Black Web market deals.
His genius and deligent work enabled him to skip a few grades in university to and instsntly able to get him a job as a pediatrist in Marín City.
Although he and Miss Heed promised to meet up with each other, they never did as life became too busy for the both of them.
They called and texted back and forth for awhile but it dwindled down for after awhile, and became one sided from Flug's side.
Flug has seen her on the news though mentioning her fast rise rise to fame and popularity as a successful hero. Flug was happy for her, until he notices something off...about too many Villains getting redeemed by her after deciding to swear their loyalty to her.
Flug knows that she would use her formula to help her fight crime but she didn't think she would use it like this and decided to do some furthur research on what she has done with it.
He can't ask her directly because it might reaveal he knows too much and expose him for being the formula's inventor.
So he hacked into the P.E.A.C.E. system file on heroes and found Miss Heed's profile. It turned out that Miss Heed only used the love formula he created and not the others, but not just that, she has been using the formula heroes, villains, ans citizens to make her love her, basically zombifing the whole city of Cosmopolis under her control.
Additionally it was mentioned in the file that she clamied was the one who created the formula.
Flug was frustrated of what Cecilia has done this was the exact reason why didn't want to give any of his inventions to P.E.A.C.E.
They have always been power hungry in controlling Villains, so he will definitely be a target for them if there is a worst case scenario they find out about his Black Web activities.
He made an exception for her because she was his was friend and didn't think she would do such a thing, but looking back there a few red flags he refused to believe because he was thinking with his heart instead of his head.
Plus it's also a kinda of a dick move taking credit for an invention she never built. But in hindsight, it's better then letting people know he was the one who created it.
A storm is brewing and he can feel it, the best thing he can do for know is to monitor the situation of his formula to prepare for what will come.
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Over the last six years, Miss Heed focused on using her formula to make people: heroes, villains, and citizens love her leading to her rise in fame. Cosmopolis, her home city was her main target as and she basically had the whole city under her control.
She demanded her dad to create a factory in Cosmopolis to mass produce the formula based on the instruction manual given to her by Flug.
After the effects were tested and effective, Miss Heed's agent managed to convince P.E.A.C.E. to let her join the Golden Rule as GoldHeart who was looking for someone with powers or something that can be used to mind-control Villains in order to end Villainy forever.
When GoldHeart first met her, he thought she was an obsessed fangirl who wanted to be his sidekick because of her creepy obssessed behaviour towards him and she was wearing a cheap pink knock off of his costume when she appeared.
He was about to call security when one of his assistants explained she was sent by P.E.A.C.E. and has the formula he needed to end Villainy forever.
She had a crazed looked in her eyes and her creepy obssessed fangirl behaviour is apparent as she asked him too many personal questions and tried making grabbing motions at him, only stopping when her agent told her to behave.
GoldHeart flat out told her he's not interested in her (making her scream in hysterical shock and outrage of GoldHeart’s rejection of her) and immediately moved onto the interview…
As the meeting went on he had suspicions that she might not be the brains behind the formula as she looks confused and not sure how to reply when he asked her questions like extensive details how it works, the process, of making it, and how it can be used on Villains and its effects. And alot of times her agent has to step in answer for her. So he assumed that she has a scientist working for her to develop it.
GoldHeart really didn't care if she is ripping someone of just like she did when copying his uniform and style. He sees how effective the formula is in eradicating crime in her city. However her cringy and creepy obsessive behaviour towards him is extremely off putting and is really making him not want to put her in her club and instead call security to get her far away from him as possible.
GoldHeart sighed, eventhough he really dosent want to, beggers can't be choosers and sacrifices needed to be made for the fight against Villainy. But he will definitely avoid interacting with her as much as necessary.
GoldHeart skimmed to the manual handed to him about the formula and says he will agree to let her into his club if she can develop and modify to his specifications such as making the effects permanent and gave her a timeline to do so.
Miss Heed was nervous at the condition as the scietists she mind controlled had no idea how to improve and develop the formula she had but she agreed to GoldHeart's condition so that she can get into the Golden Rule.
Surely things can work out one way or another...
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A months later, the results were the same, the scientists and the new villain scientists she mind controlled could not figure out how to improve or develop the fomula into what GoldHeart wanted causing him to become extremely angry at her for consistently, delays, pushing the deadline and not even making any progress on the formula.
She had to do something soon or he will never fall in love with her, so she got some people from P.E.A.C.E. that she mind controlled to find out who was the scientist in that created the formula Flug gave to her.
However all the mind control informants came back with the same results... there is no record of anyone at P.E.A.C.E. who created such a formula.
Miss Heed slams her streaming computer to wall and swipes all the items on her table at her biggest monitor to the floor in anger and frustration as she came to a dead end.
HOW!? HOW COULD THIS BE!? IF NONE OF THE SCIENTISTS IN THE FACILITY THEN --
the realisation hit her like a ton of bricks.
Then it must be Flug.
Yes, he was the one who gave her the formula because he loves her... So it should be easy to get her old friend to make the formula for her or maybe with a little bit of persuasion...
Miss Heed got her assistants to find out where Flug was and book her the fastest flight there...
Afterwards get her most prestine heroine uniform, book her a spa and finnally get her stylists do her make up.
She needed to look her best before she can see her old friend...
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Flug was about to a lunch after doing his usually rounds of check ups when he heard a large cowd gathering in the front desk of the pediatric wing. Curious, he went to check it out only to see the one person he didn't didn't want to see - Miss Heed.
Flug tried to slowly walk away, hopefully she won't notice his prescence.
"Fluggy! Is that you? I haven't seen you in forever!"
'Of course she noticed,' Flug thought.
Heed quickly approched him, gave him a hug that presses way too close to his body.
"Whoa you know Miss Heed, Dr Flug?" one Flug's patients a little boy with brunette hair hair asks.
"Yes Fluggy and I are friends that go way back, " Miss Heed answers for him.
"Are you two dating?" a blone girl giggled as she ask the question.
"Oh no, as charming as Fluggy is. I am too busy fighting crime and saving people to be thinking of dating," Miss Heed answers coyly, definitely entertaining the idea of her and Flug dating.
Several more kids came forward to asks Miss Heed questions making her smile more strained as she had to answer them.
"As much as I love answering your wonderful questions children, I need to take your doctor to help me on something important, Adios and rember Love always wins" Heed dragged Flug away into her limo and drove of.
"Ugh! Nosey snot nose brats. How do you deal with them everyday?" Miss Heed complains dropping her public facade.
"Cecilia what -" Flug began.
"Its Miss Heed now!" she snapped.
"Miss Heed why are you doing here?" Flug began, he suspects the reason but carefully waits for her response.
Miss Heed went back to her persona, remembering she was supposed to seduce Flug into giving her the formula.
"My my your so impatient, Fluggy. But I believe such matters can be discussed over lunch, and I know just the place. Oh,chuffer, take us to the Amora Restaurant."
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The Amora Restaurant was the most romantic restaurant in Marín City, known for its romatic themed decor and fancy aprodisiac foods on their menu.
When they got there, host immediately took Miss Heed to a private table at the balcony with an ocean view, making Flug believe that she planned this before she approaced him.
The waiter arrived, and Flug ordered an oyster pasta and Miss Heed ordered the most Instagram photogenic dish she can post online but won't eat.
"So what are you doing here?" Flug began, after the waiter left.
"Obviously to see you ~" Miss Heed purred, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.
"You haven't returned my texted and calls in years. And now you just expect me to believe suddenly just show up out of nowhere for no reason?" Flug countered.
Miss Heed's seductive expression dropped as it turned to un ugly sneer, not happy this was not going as planned.
"Oh Fluggy, I'm so sorry for ignoring you for all those years, " Miss Heed changed tactics putting on her kicked kitten expression.
"But your right I need your help. Do you remember the formula you gave me?"
"Yes," Flug replies, he can see where this conversation is going.
"I know you're the one who actually made it for me," Miss Heed smiked, thinking that she caught Flug off guard.
"...No, I didn't. It was the scientists in the facility. I'm a doctor not an advance chemist," Flug replies, thinking the best strategy was to play dumb
Oh don't play dumb with me Flug! I know it was you!" Miss Heed snapped "My informants did a background search and interviewed all the scientists there and they had no idea of the formula given to me!"
"Let's say I was the one who made the formula? What do you want from me?" Flug asks, so much for pretending not to know anything.
Miss Heed's mood changes again and she smirks at Flug's admittance.
"If you have not already heard, that formula has helped me eradicated Villainy in my city and helped me become a successful acclaimed millionaire influencer, super model, empowering philanthropist, entrepreneur, literally gorgeous, charismatic, noble, talented, sensitive, fashion icon, and superheroine. ~ " Miss Heed says dreamily.
"But there is so much more that can be done... for getting rid of Villainy I mean, ahahaha" Miss Heed adds the last part hurriedly.
'Yes, to get rid of Villains like me will definitely boost your popularity," Flug thought.
"That's just need you to make some teensy weensy adjustments to improve my -I mean your formula," Miss Heed teasingly carasses Flug's hand on the table, "And I will happily reward you in return, in any way you want~"
Flug pulls his hand away. "Thank you for the proposition Miss Heed, but my answer is no."
"WHAT?!" Miss Heed stands and yells so loudly it caused some of the restaurant guests and stsff to look at their direction.
"My answer is no. I'm sorry but not interested in anything you have to offer," Flug replies firmly.
Miss Heed's sits back down and stares at Flug with a darken expression from across the table before smirking, "I'm sorry too Fluggy~" she chuckled. "I like you and thought we could come to an agreement but you forced me to take some drastic measures." A blast of perfume came out of Miss Heed's wrists and was sprayed onto Flug's face.
Flug coughed, as he inhaled the intoxicating smell.
"So, what do you say to helping me now Fluggy?" Miss Heed grins deviously as if the cat got the cream.
"Like I said, my answer is no," Flug replies in the same tone.
"WHAT?! WHY AREN'T YOU OBSESSED WITH ME?!" Miss Heed yells in shock, not understanding how the formula didn't work on Flug.
Flug refuses to answer her question and instead took out some money and put it on the able to cover his part of meal he didn't get to eat, refusing to owe her anything.
"Well will you look at the time, my lunch break is almost over," Flug began, "It's been nice catching up with you Heed, but I gotta get back to the hospital." Flug quickly stands up and rushes out of the restaurant.
"WHAT!? FLUGGY GET BACK HERE!! FLUGGY!!" He heard Miss Heed yell at him and the footsteps of her heels run after him as he ran as fast as he can in the busy street.
Fortunately Miss Heed was famous and it was not long before a crowd of people recognised and gathered around her.
This enabled Flug to turn around a coner and into a cab near by. Flug, quickly checked thst he was not being tailed instructed the driver to take him back to his home.
He paid the driver and looked around and saw the coast is clear before going into building, pass the front desk, up the elevator, and into his penthouse.
Flug was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief and catch his breath.
Miss Heed would definitely go back to the hospital to find him, so that's where he can't go back. He called the hospital saying he had to take a half day off for today and asked the pediatricians to help cover for him.
Afterwards sat down and prepared himself a cup of coffee processing what just happened in the restaurant. Miss Heed, the person he thought in the past was his closest friend had tried to mind control him.
Fortunately Flug had prepared for the worst months ago and created an antidote to the serum that he already injected into his body. So even if Miss Heed tosses him into a vat of his formula, he will still be immune to its effects.
He thought of the possibility of Miss Heed mind controlling him, but he was still hurt that she had actually done it because part of him had still thought of her as a friend that wouldn't do go that far into hurting him, but he guess he was wrong.
Flug needed to strategize he knows that Miss Heed won't back off so easily and he needs to prepare...
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Flug came back the hospital the next day and Miss Heed also came back during lunch time in a civilian disguise this time.
Flug refused to go into the limo this time and instead setted for a nearby cafe he frequents to talk.
Miss Heed pretended to cry as she apologized for mind controlling Flug and buy her fake apology one bit.
Flug told her he was still not interested in helping her, causing her to go into another rant.
Flug sighs, he knows Miss Heed will definitely go away so he made a deal with her.
The children in the hospital all love Miss Heed. He has seen many them watching her reaction and Tik Tok videos and even some of them wearing her merch and cosplaying as her.
So Flug told her, (since she won't leave him alone, even after he said no) for every hour she comes down to the medical wing and spend some time with the kids so they can met with their idol, spend some time with her or just to make them feel better while in recovery, ect.
He will spend the exact amount of time listening to her trying to her arguments and persuasions on why he should help her with the formula. Whether he agrees thats another thing. (That way it can also buy him time to come up with a plan in case she does som thing drastic)
Heed, being an impatient person didn't agree to Flug's deal. And right off the bat she threatened spread rumours so horrible of him on social media that it will not only get him him fired but not be able to work as a pediatrician or medical field ever again.
Flug shrugs and says that getting him fired still would not convince him make the formula for her. Making Miss Heed shocked at the unexpected response.
Truthfully getting fired would be extremely upsetting for him. But he still had his secret business in the black web so he didn't need the money and there are many capable pediatricians in the hospital. But he knows that the best strategy in dealing with Miss Heed was indifference.
Miss Heed then threatens to close down the peditrician wing or give them a extremely large donation from her father and Flug couters both points saying that P.E.A.C.E. prioritizes their hospitals, so they won't take too kindly if anyone, even a hero tries to close it down and has also one of their most funded subsidiaries, so her donation is not necessary.
Miss Heed was utterly stuntlock, on how to respond to Flug.
He looks at his watch and says that he has spent around the same amount of time Miss Heed spent with the kids yesterday and was about to stand up leave before Miss Heed stopped him.
Miss Heed grits her teeth before agreeing to Flug's earlier terms. At least, spending time with those snot nose brats also increases her popularity and likeability to the public.
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As a result of this Miss Heed spent time in between her busy schedule of public events to go to the hospital to cheer up kids and while trying to convince Flug to make the formula.
However no amount of threats and bribes could convince Flug to change his mind making Heed more and more frustrated at their visits.
It went on for a few months and Flug predicts sooner or later something will happen that will change this routine and he was right... on one fateful day, he was rescued by GoldHeart.
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omfg, i was playing fallout 4 and this happened: so i returned from the institute with virgil's serum from the fev lab but i lied, for fun, that i couldn't find it. virgil panicked, obviously, and i managed to convine him to kill himself before his condition gets worse.
that's not even the worst part. through each of the 3 dialogue options i made, danse was with me as my companion and he liked, admired and loved that 😭😭
virgil, at the end, told me to kill him myself and to make it quick and painless because he doesn't have the guts to kill himself. when i killed him, danse again loved that 😭
why is he like this?? 😭😭 but i still love him <3
oh, also, when i loaded the quicksave and chose to give virgil the serum, he disliked it- 💀
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Here is a bit of a cheat sheet to The Boys universe without having to watch The Boys, and still get the context of Gen V.
Spoilers under cut
Vought International is a mega corporation on steroids. It’s like if Amazon, Disney, ConAgra, and Pfizer had a baby. They have their hands in everything: movies/television, food, theme parks, any kind of merchandise they can stick a Supe’s brand on, and drugs. They are ultimately a pharmaceutical company, and they are responsible for everything to do with the Superhero “Supes” community.
Compound V is a serum that gives people abilities. Vought produces this serum and runs secret experiments trying to perfect an affordable version of Compound V that works safely on adults, while making billions exploiting their experiments as Superheroes.
The serum has its roots in Nazism and eugenics. Long story short, the Americans got their hands on the creator who defected from the Nazis, Frederick Vought, and created the first Supes. The origin of the powers was kept secret, and Vought sold the idea that the powers were gifts from God, specifically towards Americans.
The current formula only has a 20% survivability rate in adults. The “better” formula is too expensive to produce, so to cut costs they give the serum to babies in utero, infants, and very young children.
Once a Supe, the drug can boost their powers temporarily and gives them a high. If you’ve ever seen The Gifted, it’s the equivalent to Kick for mutants.
The powers are totally random, but durability and super strength appears to be the most common “base” powers.
Vought gives the serum out across America and basically at random. Parents accept dosing their children in order to exploit them for fame and money. Think stage moms, momagers for child stars, dance moms, and family vloggers type of narcissistic, greedy assholes. The children themselves are told that they are special and chosen by God to have these powers.
The powers are strictly only within America.
Supes are basically treated as movie stars/influencers. It’s not enough to have powers, they have to be likable and marketable.
Supes can get contracts to “protect” specific areas. The bigger cities offer the most money, with New York being the top city as it’s protected by The Seven. These are Supes that are at the highest level of Superhero fame. They get their own whole floors as apartments in the Seven Tower, and all the big blockbuster movies and merchandising revolves around them.
Any protection for the city is basically staged, and their whole life is a Truman Show/Reality TV/completely on social media.
By the time Gen V starts, it’s revealed to the public that the powers are not God sent and that Vought created Compound V.
The Red River Institute is a Vought sponsored and monitored orphanage for minor Supes. Some end up there because their child’s parents died when their powers manifested, like Marie, the parents were casualties of Supe’s using their powers in the line of duty, or because the parents choose to dump them there when the child’s powers are weird or not marketable and have no future as a Superhero.
See https://the-boys.fandom.com/wiki/An_Animated_Short_Where_Pissed-Off_Supes_Kill_Their_Parents
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