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[rendevok]

how do you feel about bratfeen??

I like them!

Though there aren’t any canon interactions (that i know of..?) to go off of, I imagine they’ve got a volatile dynamic, which i find fun and full of potential. Taking a moment to Recall Them As They Are:

Edgeworth is probably at the top of his cunt game. This man is fresh off 10+ years of Von Karma’s teachings and certain he’s hot shit. Also he’s fucking 20. So. Repressed, stuffed full of twisted dogmas, sporting a fucked up ego, and equipped with an unhealthy conviction and ability to send wrongdoers directly into the fires of hell. He is an Experience and most probably not a good one, but one you will never forget.

>Enter Player 2: Phoenix f*cking Wright, also a bitch, but WORSE- he is a bitch BABY. No, he’s not a child or a sweet little baby boy. His emotions are still on full display while also being just about the most stubborn fucker you could ever meet. If Dahlia- DAHLIA -couldn’t gasboss gatelight girlkeep a goddamn necklace off his neck, then there is no hope for the rest of us. He saw a picture of Edgeworth at his Peak Cuntliness and a headline accurately describing said cuntitude and more or less said “I can fix him anyway”.

So basically to me they have the delightful dynamic of immovable object vs unstoppable force. I want to see them clash and cause comical chemistry lab explosions that singe their eyebrows and come out of it furiously making out.

[thegildedbee]

Eavesdrop/Nightmare: May 14 & 15 Prompts from @calaisreno

The mail he’d retrieved from 221B has now sat on Harry’s kitchen table for three days. He’d felt drained that first evening, and couldn’t get himself to care enough to summon the energy to look through it; he figured after a night’s sleep he’d be able to focus on it in the morning. Except that he hadn’t felt that he wanted to start the day with the mail, not knowing if it would then throw the rest of the day off-kilter: best to tackle it at the end of the day.

Except that the white envelopes had glared too brightly in the kitchen light that evening, making his eyes hurt, and when he turned down the lights, the pile seemed best left alone in the halftoned dimness.

When he had sat down today with a ham and cheese sandwich at lunch time, Harry had loomed over him, set down a rubbish bin, and pointed at the pile, her eyes narrowed.

 “It’s not going to sort itself, John,” she says, as she sits down opposite him. “Maybe sorting out the pile will get you sorted.”

He takes a bite of his sandwich and screws up his face. “Ha, ha, very funny, Harry.”

“Here, little brother. I bet I can coax you with one of these,” she says, pulling a chocolate orange from her pocket and detaching a slice. “For every handful you get through, I’ll give you a slice as a reward.”

“Omigod, Harry, I’m not five years old.”

She raises an eyebrow at him. “Prove it. Chin up, Johnny.”

John grimaces. “All right. But I want a chocolate slice up front, in addition to the one that comes after I get through a stack.”

She rolls her eyes. “Okay. Deal.�� She picks up three envelopes and places a chocolate piece on top and hands them over, and gets back up. “I’m gonna make a cuppa – do you want one?” 

“Of course, thanks.”

John chews and sorts, and sorts and chews; most of the pieces of mail do end up being binned. He sets aside a few that are from former clients; two of them had cheques inside. He’s been separating out what are likely to be condolence cards, and looks askance at them when he’s done. 

Harry nods approvingly, handing him a chocolate orange slice. He sighs. She hands him a second slice, and he gives her a sheepish whisper of a smile. 

What’s left are various advertising circulars for neighborhood stores and local take-away menus. In some ways these make him sadder than the stack of condolence cards. He can’t bring himself to bin any of those items and pushes them aside, and idly pulls a multi-page brochure toward himself. It’s glossy and expensive, like part of an informational campaign for the latest flash Mercedes or BMW, and has a full-scale photo of a moto-cross athlete off in some canyon area, who has made a spectacular leap from an outcropping with his machine, hanging in mid-air.

"What’s that?” Harry asks.

John shrugs, “Some sort of impact absorbent material for athletes.”

“For athletes?” she teases. “Then how’d you get on their mailing list? Your rugby days are a bit beyond you, mate.”

“Ah, sod off, Harry. I dunno," he says, flipping through the pages and seeing all the images of lab equipment and white coats. "Maybe it was something Sherlock was into. Looks like geeky chemistry stuff.”

“That may be so, but it’s your name on the address, not his.”

“Maybe because I was his blogger. Who cares? It’s not relevant to anything,” he says dismissively, tossing it in the bin.

“Well, here’s the rest of the orange. I’ve got things to do, and places to be. I’ll see you later this evening, probably after dinner time, yeah?”

“Sure, no problem. See you later.”

John reaches for the chocolate, a ragged, pensive mood settling in. He looks down at the brochure lying on top of the other discards in the bin, and then slowly turns to look intently at the stack of condolence cards. Reluctantly, he goes back-and-forth once more, and then stills.

Bodies flying through the air. Bodies falling. Bodies crashing. The familiar stuff of his nightmares. But something tweaks inside his head, and he tries to refocus on whatever fleeting point has flickered on, then off, before he can catch hold of it.

Bodies flying through the air, wearing protective material. Bodies falling, buffered by protective material. Bodies crashing, withstanding the impact due to protective material.

No! he says emphatically to himself, as his mind suggests that maybe, just maybe, his flying detective might have been similarly outfitted. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Of course not. It’s absurd to think that. After all, he saw Sherlock’s body up close, felt for a pulse that wasn’t there.

He tries to calm his breathing, and to think logically, and not let his mind race along imaginary paths. No, of course not. Even if Sherlock had been wearing something like this, it doesn’t mean he survived the fall. And if he had, why would he have let everyone think him dead?

Just a magic trick, John.

John suddenly stands up and shakes his head in frustration. Is he finally going 'round the twist?

Surely, there would have been a sign. He looks down at the brochure, full of images of athletes doing extreme sports, and soldiers, and probably stunt people from motion pictures.

He walks over to the sitting room so that he can grab a sofa cushion, and then furiously punches it over and over and over again, hurls it across the room in disgust when he’s finished, and then collapses into the nearest chair.

Maybe he should he talk to someone? Who would he talk to? Mycroft? Um, no, he snorts. As if that fucker would ever give a straight answer. Plus he’d probably have him sectioned on the spot. Mrs. Hudson? What if there are other oddities to be accounted for? Even if she didn’t turn him away from her doorstep, looking at him pityingly, it probably wouldn’t do to discuss such things at Baker Street. Big brother was probably still eavesdropping, because, why not? Does a leopard change its spots?

And then the picture of Anderson showing up on his doorstep a few weeks back floats into his mind. It was a few weeks back, yeah? What had Anderson said? Something about Sherlock not being dead and his having picked up traces that showed that he’d been in Europe. At least John thinks that's what he said. The roaring in his ears before he smashed Anderson’s nose might have distorted whatever the tosser had been going on about. 

Disbelievingly, John thinks: Perhaps he should go to see Anderson? Maybe, John says to himself, shaking his head in doubt, a sour taste in his mouth. Surely not, he responds.

But what if what Anderson has to say isn't impossible; only improbable? John has no idea what to do. At this moment, for now, the only decision he's capable of making . . . is no decision at all.

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[justalittleficsideblog]

s'ébahir

Gojo x reader Modern, College AU!

s'ébahir - (French; to be amazed, to be astounded, dumbstruck)

2k smth words

He always strolled into lab characteristically late. You envied his nonchalance, his stance of ease in which he would stroll into the lab and set his stuff down when the professor just began their lecture on the hazards you'd be dealing with today.

annoying

You were always early. Anxiously waiting for your seat so you could prep early and leave before the rest of your classmates.

The bastard was also, unfortunately, handsome. Devilishly tall with a lean build and white hair, he was a stark contrast against some of his fellow students.

"--it is IMPERTINENT that you wear your goggles the entire time during this lab. We will be dealing with concentrated hydrochloric acid--"

you droned out your teachers voice. Unlike some of the other students, you had read the lab manual the night before and watched a video on how to do everything correctly.

This wasn't your first rodeo.

Somewhat bored, your eyes drifted back to the male that was sitting across from you. The fume hood that was connected to your countertop obscured the view a bit, but you caught a glimpse of him leaning against it, head in his hand.

He seemed as bored as you were.

"Alright, lets begin!" An enthusiastic clap sounded.

You had noticed his hesitancy with the lab goggles each time. He chronically wore sunglasses indoors during class and around campus. But when it came to lab, your prof made no exceptions.

Tugging the too tight safety goggles over your eyes, you managed a glance to find startling azure ones starting back at you.

You smiled politely and turned to grab your equipment.

"Hey."

You glanced up at Gojo, who was leaning against your bench.

"What did you need this time?"

Gojo had a knack of stealing your shit since his tended to be always (coincidentally) misplaced or lost. He blamed Geto for it.

"Do you have an extra ring clamp? Geto took mine," he shrugged nonchalantly. You nodded and handed over the item, focusing back on your work.

"Do you know how much your putting in?" he leaned in closer, tapping your graduated cylinder with his hand.

"I can read fine enough Gojo."

"Are you sure? The lab manual said 12 mls...you wrote down 21"

Shit. He was right, you must've copied it down wrong last night.

It was slightly infuriating how sharp he actually was. He had such a lazy demeanor it was easy to forget he tended to be top of the class.

"Ugh, I don't remember how much I've put in it already." you ran your hand through your hair, frustrated as you eye the clock.

The liquid in the flask turned a murky brown, fizzing slightly.

Ok yeah.. that is definitely not what happened in the video.

Gojo leaned over and swirled the flask in his hands, the murky liquid turning darker.

"Yeah, you put way too much into that," he blew out a low whistle.

Fuck. You're going to have to redo the entire thing. Biting your lip, you glance at the clock again.

I'm not going to get a chance to study before my lecture exam...

"Oh come on, just partner up with me," he smirks, nodding towards his bench. "I'll even let you do all the work."

You scowled. You hated partnering up, you ended up doing everything anyway. But you were quick about it on your own.

Looking back towards your failure and the clock, you realize you don't have much of a choice.

"Fine," you nod and walk to his bench. "But lets be as quick as we can."

He grinned.

-

"Alright, now we just have wait."

The worst part about science, you argued, is the "waiting" portion of it.

Some experiments take time. This unfortunately, was one of them.

"We work together pretty well," he leaned forward. "One could almost say we have....chemistry."

You cringed as he laughed at your response. "Hilarious, Gojo."

A shadow loomed over you. "Did he get you with some of his science lines?"

You smiled. Contrary to Gojo, Geto was more composed and studious as you were. You both talked often, considering you had a lot of the same classes as him.

"It was too good not to!" Gojo replied, spinning around in his chair.

You rolled your eyes, glancing back towards your glassware. Geto was easy to be around, he was calm and didn't try to get a rise out of you like his white-haired friend did. He made you a little more nervous, he was kind of unpredictable. Not to mention pretty.

"I think its done," you pointed to the bubbling flask.

Geto nodded to you, "good luck then."

You smiled back at him, pretending not to feel your blue-eyed partner staring at you.

-

Gojo

He doesn't know why he wants to fluster you. Or why it grates on his nerves that you can so easily smile at Geto when you seemed to struggle around him.

Technically, your experiment earlier would have been salvageable. Yeah, your yield would've been low, but he jumped at the chance to work with you without thinking.

He meant what he said earlier, you both worked surprisingly well together.

Taking the flask from you, he began to dry as you washed everything up. He didn't quite want to be done just yet, labs weren't his favorite part but he found himself looking forward to this one.

Not that it had anything to do with you.

Geto always argued that he was "just into you" but he didn't agree. He just thought your intellect was interesting, that's all.

It had nothing to do with the way you always showed up with enthusiasm, drawing him in as he watched you be engaged with your work. He couldn't wonder why--

"Gojo?" Bright eyes looked up at him as you waved the last Erlenmeyer in front of his face. "Hey, we're done."

Startled, he nearly dropped the thing he was drying. "Right, yeah. See you around, then."

He cursed himself slightly for his cowardice.

"Well, actually, did you want to finish up the lab report quick ? We have plenty of time," you looked at your phone as you said it.

Realistically, he would say no. He doesn't finish his reports until the last minute anyway.

But to get the chance to fluster you more.

Ah, hell. Why not?

"yeah, we can do that." He shrugged nonchalantly. Geto met his gaze across the lab and quirked an eyebrow at him.

He bared his teeth in response.

"Should we go to the library then?" Your voice cut through his thoughts, catching him unawares as you shoved the paper into his hands.

He nodded quickly, fishing around in his backpack for his glasses as he ripped off the goggles still glued to his face.

He motioned for you to go first, following behind and out of the lab as he let you pick where to sit down.

You picked a spot across the campus cafe, he inwardly wondered if you came to study here frequently. Th atmosphere was quiet and there was a lot of natural light that made it easy to relax and focus.

Setting down his bookbag, he tuned into your ramblings about the lab.

"What do you think about the yield? I think we could base our conclusions around it. Maybe even mention the slight color difference when we added the--"

Your drive to finish this was commendable. He was put off a bit by how you didn't seem affected by him at all. Most people saw his sunglasses as odd, and honestly the general consensus was that he was constantly nursing a hangover.

There was a lapse of silence and you both typed away on your laptops, broken up by only you saying:

"Why do you wear those sunglasses all the time?"

Eyebrows raised, "Secret." The corner of his lip turned up.

"Is it because of your eyes?"

His smirk fell. It wasn't so much that he cared about how his eyes seemed to freak people out. It was more about how sensitive they were to light and packed spaces. He used to get frequent headaches because of it, but the glasses thwart off the edge enough now.

He merely shrugged in response to your question. "The light bugs my eyes sometimes."

You nodded back in understanding, "Ugh, tell me about it. I used to get migraines from the fluorescent lights when I was younger."

He stiffened. Such a minute detail, but he couldn't help but consider the gesture as an act of empathy. Seeing past his usual charm.

You both fell back into silence, quickly finishing your report and hoping off of the chair you inhabited just moments ago.

He felt his heart pound as you smiled up at him, watching your every movement as you threw your bag over your shoulder and made to leave.

"We finished that quick! Good luck on this exam later, not that you'll need it."

His arm burned from where you patted his shoulder as you strode out of the cafe lounge and towards some other study zone. Glancing down at it, he almost expected it to catch fire.

Eyes flicking up over his glasses, he looked down the hallway you had left.

Damn.

He might just have to make your lab fail next time.

[theradicalscrivener]

Trevor: The Pickup

Simon stop by the lab to pick up Noah and take him to his new home. Noah's more than ready to leave the lab, but I'm sure he'll find something to stress out about anyway.

(P.S. Ya boi's got Linktree and Bluesky now)

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For the past week Noah’s entire world had been a single desk in the lab and even that felt massive. The table felt like a city block but without the buildings. Off in the distance he could see his old workstation. It was only maybe five feet away, but at Noah’s size that may as well be miles.

Noah wasn’t trained in all the biology and chemistry aspects of the work they did at the lab, but he was very good with circuitry and programming. He was constantly at work plucking away at a keyboard as he devised schematics and equipment that would help the researchers interact with the smallest of the shrunken people.

Noah could hardly believe that now he ranked among those smallest. Not even a quarter centimeter tall. He was a few scant millimeters. The edge of his old keyboard now loomed over him like a twenty-foot wall. He wouldn’t even be able see over the edge of it let alone press the keys. At his size, even had he leapt with all his might, the keys just would not budge. He was so tiny that he could easily slip into the gaps between the keys and explore the inner workings of the keyboard like a spelunker crawling around in a cave system.

Yet, for as small as Noah was, his brother was even smaller, and Mitch was even smaller than that! Rex was a mere third of a millimeter, and Mitch was so tiny that he measured in microns! A unit of measure usually reserved for bacteria or germs! Mitch was literally microscopic, and yet, Noah was so small that he could not only see the guy but interact with him as well. Whenever Noah and Mitch interacted, Noah couldn’t help but marvel at how tiny Mitch was. Mitch appeared to be nearly an inch tall in Noah’s hands. The tiny guy was as tall as the uppermost segment of Noah’s pinky.

 It wasn’t that Mitch made Noah feel huge. The truth was quite the opposite! Noah had done the mental math. If Mitch appeared less than an inch to him then Noah appeared smaller than that to other people. Mitch appeared almost two centimeters tall to Noah, but Noah himself was two millimeters! As tiny as Mitch was in Noah’s grasp, Noah was nearly a tenth that to everyone else! Whenever Noah would hold Mitch on his fingertip, his mind would flash back to just the other day when Simon had held Noah in much the same way. Noah could still vividly recall the billboard sized eyeball staring down at him. He remembered how tiny it made him feel and the blood would rush to his face and his crotch once more.

When the day to leave the lab and move in with Simon and Trevor finally arrived. Noah wasn’t sure how to feel. He was excited to have his freedom and to no longer be under constant observation, but at the same time, the sheer scale of the world in the lab got to be overwhelming. What would life be like when he got out into the real world? He was so easy to lose track of at this size. Every so often, the researchers would lose sight of him and even though he would leap and wave his hands and shout at the top of his lungs to get their attention, they didn’t even register he was there! If he had trouble getting noticed by people that knew to look for him, how hard would it be to be noticed out in the real world? … and did he even want to get noticed?

Whatever the case, Noah took some comfort in knowing that he wouldn’t be doing it alone. Simon had a lot of practice dealing with tiny guys, Noah’s brother being among them. If Simon could make Rex feel safe, surely Noah was in good hands, and even better, one of Noah’s new roommates was a hot, shrunken guy that Noah was not a blood relation to.

Trevor may only be four and a half centimeters tall, but he was massive by Noah’s standards. Trevor stood almost twenty times taller than Noah himself making Trevor appear to be a one-hundred-foot-tall titan! Their interaction during the other day had been brief, and Noah had been a bit high-strung at the time, but Noah couldn’t help but glance at Trevor’s fat cock when Trevor loomed over him as they both stood atop Simon’s finger. Trevor’s huge, thick dick was longer than Noah’s entire body, and it wasn’t even hard! Even soft, Trevor’s fat cock was so thick that Noah wouldn’t be able to wrap his arms around it! And when hard, the thing would be easily twice Noah’s height! Noah not so secretly couldn’t wait to get a chance to experience it firsthand, but he wasn’t sure how best to bring it up. Even if Simon and Trevor seemed to have no problems fooling around with other guys, they were still a couple, and it still felt weird to suggest something saucy.

As the hours ticked away and the clock hand crept ever closer to the minute of Simon’s arrival, Noah was going mad with excitement and anxiety. Noah still couldn’t believe he had gone through with the experiment. What was he thinking willingly letting himself get shrunk! He was now so small that he could ride a housefly like a horse! Whatever future he may have had in academia was now permanently paused. He had thrown everything away to live as some guy’s pet! Less than a pet! He was too tiny to even be that! He was an insect given permission to live on the periphery of a god! A super sexy, nice, amazingly hung god…

Noah shook his head. Why was he so horny! He needed to at least pretend like he could think about this rationally! Yet, every time he tried to think about what he had done and what it meant for his future he just got excited and aroused all over again! How did he let Rex talk him into this!? Why did no one talk him out of this!? How dare they let him indulge his deepest fantasies!

Fortunately, before Noah could spiral too hard, he heard the telltale buzz of the lab door being unlocked. Noah looked towards the doorway and stared in awe as Simon stepped in. Noah couldn’t help himself. The second he saw Simon, his eyes lit up and a huge smile spread across his face. He hopped and jumped as hard as he could and waved his arms to try and get the titan’s attention, but of course he was far too tiny to be spotted from across the room.

Simon knew where to look. One of the lab techs had gestured him over towards Noah’s table. Once there, Simon knelt down so he was eye level with the tabletop and peered down for any sign of the tiny figure of his friend. Eventually, Noah’s hopping and waving managed to get his attention.

“There you are!” Simon said pleasantly. He reached a finger down for Noah to climb aboard. Noah quickly scrambled onto Simon’s fingertip and was once more overwhelmed by the sheer scope and scale of the giant. Even just Simon’s fingertip was the size of a parade float. Noah could lie down atop it and have plenty of room to spread out, but the size of Simon’s fingertip paled in comparison to the size of his face. Even just Simon’s eyeball was the size of a hot air balloon. People say they could lose themselves in someone’s eyes, but for Noah it felt literal. As Simon lifted his finger up to his eye, soon Simon’s iris and pupil were all Noah could see.

“Woah. You’re really tiny. Are you sure you haven’t shrunk even more while you’ve been staying here?” Simon teased.

Noah’s heart skipped a beat. Was it possible? Was he even smaller than he had been the other day? Noah knew it wasn’t possible. He had been under constant observation. The researchers would have noticed if something like that had happened, but even so, Noah felt his heart pound and his cock throb at the mere mention.

Noah tried to steady himself. He tried to rein in his libido long enough that he could at least act like he was a professional, and part of that meant speaking to Simon in a calm, rational manner. Still, Noah was far too tiny for his words to ever reach Simon as they were now. Simon would need his earpiece in for that so Noah reached up and tapped his ear to signify that Simon should put his earpiece in.

“Oh! Ok,” Simon replied and lifted his fingertip up to his ear.

Noah stared in awe as an earlobe the size of a municipal swimming pool filled his view. Simon’s ear was so large that Noah could walk along the ridges with ease. It was so large, in fact, that Noah could crawl directly into the opening which was now so close that he could easily hop off of Simon’s fingertip and land directly in the entryway of. This was not what Noah had intended, but he was both fascinated by the prospects and lacked any other way to easily communicate with the giant.

Noah took a deep breath to steel his nerves and hopped onto the firm cartilage of Simon’s earlobe and then made his trek inside. Noah marveled at the entrance to the cave-like structure as he stepped forward. It was hard to believe that he was so tiny that he could crawl through someone’s ear canal like this. Crawl wasn’t even the right word. Noah was so tiny that he didn’t even have to hunch over to fit! He could walk down Simon’s ear canal as easily as he could a dark hallway in a country fair funhouse. He would have to jump to slap the roof of the passageway. For a split second he had to fight the urge to do just that, as if he was once more back in middle school and jumping to slap the top of the doorframe of every classroom he entered.

Noah’s surroundings shuddered. He had to place a hand on the side of the passageway to steady himself to keep from being sent toppling like a background crewman on Star Trek. Then just as suddenly as it had begun, the trembling stopped.

“Oh. That tickles,” Simon said with a chuckle.

The voice was so strange sounding. Noah could feel the sounds as much as he could hear it. It was as if the sound was coming through the very walls of the cavern. Noah was hearing Simon’s voice reverberate through the giant’s very bones which caused the giant’s already deep voice to pitch down making it even deeper and bassier.

Noah slowly crept deeper and deeper down the tunnel. As he did so, the light from the entrance quickly faded leaving him in near complete darkness. The only light he had came from the blinking diode on his collar – an addition Noah had added to make it possible for his coworkers to keep track of him in case of a power outage or if they needed him to scout the dark recesses behind the desks. The light from the rhythmic blue blinking diode made Noah’s surroundings seem even more alien than they already were. The pinkish flesh of Simon’s ear canal appeared purple with each flash, and Noah would occasionally catch sight of soft, waxy looking lumps that were as large as his torso.

With each step he took, the air grew warmer and more humid. The air grew stagnant. The smell of wax filled Noah’s nostrils. As Noah made his way deeper, he could steadily feel the rhythm of Simon’s heartbeat pounding hard and harder in the tunnel. Noah wasn’t sure if this was just because he was getting deeper inside the giant or if Simon’s heart was beating harder for some reason. Either answer made sense. No doubt having a tiny person crawl around inside his head was far from a relaxing experience.

Noah eventually reached a dead end. He stood before a large, circular wall of what appeared to be taut leather. This had to be the eardrum. It was so massive that it was like staring down a loading dock shutter. The surface seemed to quiver in time with the echoing heartbeats that filled the tunnel. Noah was so fascinated by the alien looking structure that for a moment he forgot his original goal and just stared at it in awe. His hand moved as if possessed. He reached forward and ran his fingers experimentally across the quivering membrane.

An intense shudder coursed through the entire cavern followed by a low bassy rumble as Simon replied, “Oh, I don’t like that…”

“Did that hurt?” Noah asked.

“I wouldn’t say hurt… more like itched,” Simon replied.

This snapped Noah from his trancelike state. “Oh! You can hear me!” Noah replied.

“Barely. It’s like hearing a whisper down a hallway… it’s a little creepy to be honest…” Simon replied.

“This was your idea!” Noah replied.

“What? Mine? I thought you wanted this,” Simon replied.

“I was trying to get you to put the earpiece in so we could talk,” Noah replied.

“Oh, right. They made me take that off when I went through the security checkpoint,” Simon replied.

“You just put me here without even questioning it…” Noah said, shaking his head.

“Hey. This is pretty tame compared to some of your brother’s requests,” Simon replied.

Noah was about to make some comment about how he and Rex were not the same, but before he could, Simon said, “Anyway. One sec while I get the earpiece.”

The giant moved so suddenly that Noah was sent toppling as Simon rummaged through his pockets to find the device. Fortunately, Noah wasn’t sent toppling directly into the eardrum. He doubted he had enough mass to damage the membrane, but he doubted it would be comfortable for the giant either way. Then, just as suddenly as the movement began, the shifting stopped. After a brief pause, Noah heard Simon’s voice once more.

“Testing. 1. 2…” Simon said. Noah could hear the sound through the collar, but it was nearly drowned out by the rumbling of Simon’s deep voice through the cavern. Now that Noah was splayed out on the floor of the tunnel, the reverberations of Simon’s voice through the walls made Noah’s entire body rattle.

“Yeah. Yeah. I could hear you even without the mic,” Noah grumbled, but as soon as he began speaking, he heard his own words echoing back at him far louder than before. The vibrations in the air from his own words made his body tremble which was the first red flag for Noah that something was weird.

“I can hear you well too,” Simon replied.

“Great. I guess I don’t need to be in here anymore then,” Noah said.

Noah climbed back to his feet and tried to wipe himself off. He felt greasy now. The walls of the tunnel were coated in a thin layer of wax that had rubbed off on him as he rolled around on the floor. He’d need a bath after this for sure… which presented its own obstacles.

Noah made the climb back through the tunnel towards the entrance he had come through, but as he made his way closer to the exit, he steadily began to realize that the passage was not getting brighter as he went. No light was coming through, and it didn’t take Noah long to figure out why. After all, he could hear his own words being broadcast down the hallway which had to mean…

“Did you put it in on the same side that I’m on?” Noah asked.

“I guess so. Sorry. It’s a habit,” Simon replied. Again, Noah could feel the words better than he could hear them through his collar.

Noah had to once more brace himself as the hallway shuddered. He had to shield his eyes as light suddenly flooded into Simon’s ear canal. For the brief second that it was visible, Noah marveled at the device. Even just the circular, rubber earbud was larger than he was. He was so small that if he climbed aboard, he could wedge himself in the circular gap in the center of the rubber tip.

Noah’s eyesight had almost adjusted to the sudden brightness of the lab lights when suddenly something else caused the light to dim. It didn’t block the light completely, but Noah soon realized that Simon’s fingertip was once more positioned for him to climb aboard.

Noah lingered for a moment at the entryway to Simon’s ear canal. He was still trying to process what he had just done. He was so tiny that he could literally fit in a guy’s ear! It wasn’t even a tight fit! Noah tried to shake the imagery of Simon’s eardrum looming over him like some kind of necromorph infected airlock, but the experience had been too surreal and too intense to be so easily ignored. It didn’t help that Noah was rock hard, but that was about par for the course nowadays. Everything reminded him of how small he was, which got him boned all over again.

Noah climbed aboard Simon’s fingertip and was once more lifted to the giant’s eye so Simon could speak to him face-to-face as it were. “So. Are you about ready to head to your new home?” Simon asked.

“Y-yeah!” Noah said. He was beyond excited, but it was still such a huge step forward for him that his nerves were getting the better of him.

“Great. Let’s go finish the paperwork,” Simon said.

“Y-yeah! … but, uh… is Trevor not with you?” Noah asked.

“Oh, he’s here alright,” Simon said.

From Noah’s perch on Simon’s fingertip, Noah could only really see Simon’s eye, but he could practically hear the smirk in Simon’s voice.

“He’s with your brother. They wanted to get your seat ready for you,” Simon teased.

“Wait. My seat? What do you-…” Noah began to ask, but before he could finish, his own mind filled in the blanks.

“O-oh… you don’t mean…” Noah stammered.

“Of course I do. Rex has made it very clear how much you wanted to ride along with him, and there’s plenty of room for both of you,” Simon said.

“D-do I have a choice?” Noah squeaked.

There was a pause. Simon’s demeanor shifted slightly. His eyebrow raised curiously, and his massive eye seemed to do an intense scan of Noah’s posture and body language.

“Of course you have a choice,” Simon said in a soft, soothing voice.

“Wait, really?” Noah sputtered.

“Yeah. Really. I was suggesting it because I thought you would enjoy it, but if you aren’t ready, I brought Rex’s compact. It should be plenty roomy for you,” Simon explained.

Noah’s mind reeled once more. Rex’s compact. Noah had more or less built the damn thing! He had used an old mini figure playset as the base, but he had handcrafted all the gadgets and gizmos that made it possible for his spec-sized older brother to converse with others. He knew firsthand how tiny the thing was. The whole thing used to fit in the palm of his hand, and now he could fit in it! He could more than fit it in. The miniatures that the original playset was designed for were nearly an inch tall. Those were massive by Noah’s standards. He wouldn’t even reach their knees! He would reach halfway up their shins at best!

“Oh, wow…” Noah murmured as his mind raced. He was now so tiny that he would be shorter than the lead of the pencil he had used when drafting schematics for that enclosure!

“You ok?” Simon asked.

“Y-yeah… I was just thinking…” Noah murmured. His voice was so soft that even had he been his old size it would have been hard for Simon to hear, but fortunately, his collar mic picked it up.

“Well, take all the time you need,” Simon said.

“I-it’s fine, really… I’d like to ride along with Rex…” Noah said softly.

A huge grin suddenly spread across Simon’s face. “Great! I’m sure Rex will be excited to see you,” Simon said.

“R-right… So, uh… how do we do this?” Noah murmured awkwardly.

“Just come with me,” Simon said with a wink. He then looked up and waved to a nearby researcher. “Hey. Where’s the restroom?” he asked.

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Heathers Part 3: Alchemist Heather

Part 2

This option is inspired by School of Dragons. In this game, Heather was a scientist who helped teach young Vikings on Berk. Going down this route would also require some retconning since she doesn’t show an interest in science in RoB. It could be that she gained an interest/started training shortly after her appearance in the show. Perhaps one of her parents was an alchemist, or maybe she apprenticed with someone afterwards (in a story somewhat similar to that of warrior Heather and her mentor).

She would use alchemy/chemistry in combat to cause distractions, illusions, and harmful explosions or other dangerous effects. It would be cool if she had a weapon or contraption that used alchemy or dragon-based technology. I’m thinking some modified version of the long sceptre/magnifying glass(?) she holds in SoD. To the untrained eye, it would look like she was doing magic, when in reality, she would have little vials of various liquids, gases, and powders loaded into her device. These would produce different effects when the substances interacted with each other or were projected into the air/at a target. I think this change in her design would also require a different dragon (sorry, Windshear) whose abilities/traits could be integrated into the alchemist focus. I’m not quite sure which dragon though. A Gronckle would be fitting, but repetitive...maybe a dragon who secretes a variety of liquids with different effects—like poison, venom, paralysis, hallucinations, paranoia, intoxication, etc. Either that or a dragon who regurgitates what seem like harmless rocks but are actually explosives.

This change to Heather’s character would also give her a stronger connection to Fishlegs. They would have a shared interest to bond over, and it would be a more believable entry to their romance. This could also strengthen her friendship with Hiccup as well and then all three of them could nerd out together. Yay!

I was looking at the original alchemist character in SoD before Heather replaced her (Katrin the Curious). She was an eccentric, whimsical girl who didn’t fit in with the Vikings around her. She was really just concerned with science and the natural world. Pulling inspiration from her would once again, make Heather the perfect candidate for a science special interest squad with Hiccup and Fishlegs. I think it’s possible to find a middle ground between the angry, fierce Heather of RTTE and the original alchemist character: maybe someone who’s withdrawn and sullen as a defence mechanism, but who opens up and becomes enthusiastic about her nerdy interests when she feels safe. (Do you love Alchemist Heather yet? I sure do.)

This version of Heather could have items and materials she kept hidden during the raid on her village as well as things she’s scavenged, traded for, or stolen in extreme cases. Eventually she could borrow or be gifted items by Hiccup and Fishlegs when she rebuilds her relationship with the dragon riders.

Her outfit could be somewhat similar to her white Viking-ified lab coat in SoD. Although I would like it to be more tattered and patched up—maybe open a little at the top or bottom so we can see some of her tunic underneath. I think alchemist Heather in a long, tattered coat with goggles would be an awesome look. It really appeals to my old steampunk character design obsession from about a decade ago. And why not throw in some fingerless gloves? I’d get rid of the pauldrons though, since she won’t be planning to fight at close range. Maybe a vest and bracers made from dragon scales as a form of personal protective equipment? On the other hand, she could wear generic fantasy outfit (or even a slightly different version of her outfit in RoB) with some alchemist elements. We have a lot of options here.

Finally, I think there would be a great contrast between Dagur’s brute strength and Heather’s intellect coming out in her contraptions and alchemy. I’m sensing something very Vi and Jinx about this (from Arcane). And on a side note—Heather being unhinged by lighting things on fire, exploding things, and maybe melting people with acid...yeah, I think that would just make Ruffnut’s crush on her multiply by a thousand.

Heather in School of Dragons:

She looks so cute!

Katrin the Curious:

Love the long hair girl, but that’s gotta be so dangerous in the lab. Being a Viking may be an occupational hazard, but being a scientist doesn’t have to be.

Here are some ideas for what Alchemist Heather’s outfits could be like in RTTE:

Art by Anna Klimova – I really like this because it already has some Norse elements like the apron dress and tortoise shell brooches.

If we’re going with the lab coat, I’m thinking something like this (from Marrakshi Life) but much more faded and maybe with some scorch marks around the edges. It would definitely give her a Doctor Who look.

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Isolation

Chapter 1

December 12

What do you actually write in a diary? I guess I just write whatever comes into my mind.

My name is Samantha Blair, and I’ve been stationed at the Aurora Research Facility for about a month now. This place will be my home for roughly the next 11 months. I graduated two years ago with a PhD in chemistry. This is my new job. It wasn’t easy to get it. After all, there are only a few positions available in this facility. There are 12 of us in total, and my job is to analyze ice and soil samples. It’s summer here at the moment. The sun doesn’t set this close to the South Pole any more, and at night it only gets a bit dusky, which, admittedly, bothers me more than I thought it would. Doug* gave me this journal “so I won’t lose track of time.” I wonder if that will help. At least I can try.

*Douglas Garry, station leader

December 13

Nothing interesting. After breakfast, I set about sorting the samples from the last research team and finding out which of them still needed to be analyzed and which didn’t. So the same thing I’ve been doing for over a week now. What were they thinking? “We’ll be gone soon anyway, let the next team take care of it?” After me, the deluge. Typical. Half of the samples are not properly labeled, and even for those that are, it takes forever to find out what has already been done with them. It’s all in the lab books, my ass. I can hardly do anything with the cryptic notes there if I manage to decipher the handwriting at all. On top of that, I have to pick the measurement data out of disorganized piles of paper. It was all planned differently. They were actually supposed to measure their own stuff, but towards the end of their stay, one device after another broke down. The devices are working again. Now, we’re supposed to carry out these measurements first and send them the results.

December 14

Sorting samples, searching for corresponding measurement data. Nothing new. Jeff gave me a new drill core. At least I was able to take a few measurements today.

*Jeffrey Norris, geologist

December 15

As I was going about my usual business, John* arrived and said that we were going to be hit by a heavy snowstorm in the next few days. According to the weather data, the storm will last for several days, maybe even weeks. We have to prepare the station. So we spent the whole day outside moving equipment into storage rooms or fixating it. I’m still freezing.

*John Bennings, meteorologist

December 16

Dark clouds have gathered. After so many days of sunshine, the darkness, if you can call it that, is a welcome change.

December 17

It’s been snowing since last night, and the snowfall is getting heavier, although it will be another 2-3 days before it really starts. David* expressed concerns about the dogs, but Marcus** said they don’t mind the little bit of snow. Quite the opposite. Huskies love this weather. Marcus looks after the dogs. He will know best. When I think about it, it occurs to me that we are probably one of the only stations left that still uses dog sleds. We also have snowmobiles, but Marcus always says the dogs are more reliable.

Later, we decided who should clear the paths and when. The work should continue if possible. However, if the storm gets too bad, the research buildings will remain closed until it subsides.

*David Palmer, technical chief

**Marcus Clark, responsible for the dogs, thermal engineering, welding work

December 18

The howling of the wind gets stronger and stronger. Eerie. I have hardly slept a wink. At least I’m slowly making progress with the samples.

December 19

I spent half the day clearing paths. It is a Sisyphean task. As soon as I was finished, I had to start all over because everything was covered in snow again. And the worst is yet to come. If it goes on like this, I can forget about work for a while.

December 20

Jeff was on clearing duty today. He also said there was no point. After dinner, we agreed that we would only clear the paths to the important buildings, everything else would have to wait until the storm subsided. At least the dogs are having fun. And Lena. She built a giant snowman. Lena Fuchs is still a student and the youngest of our team, and you can tell. When I see her so carefree, I sometimes think I’m getting old...

The fact that Lena is here is not a matter of course. Normally, students are not accepted for research stays. However, Lena has excellent grades, so she was selected regardless of the usual rules. At least, that’s the official reason. For those who believe it. Her father just happens to have a lot of political influence and a ton of money. It would be a true miracle if he hadn’t set the whole thing up.

She’s supposed to help me with the measurements, but that will have to wait until the samples are sorted and the storm calmed down. In the first few weeks, however, I had already shown her how to operate the measurement devices. To pass the time, I’ve now given her a pile of papers to read.

December 21

We have a visitor. The last thing you expect at the South Pole in the middle of a snowstorm is a visitor. Her name is Veronica Edwards. She is British and works at the Umbrella facility nearby. She says she is a senior researcher. There’s been a virus outbreak. She hasn’t said what kind of virus it is, only that it’s not airborne and that the likelihood of her being infected is low. In general, she kept a rather low profile. However, she said that under the circumstances she cannot stay in the Umbrella facility. If she is infected with something, we can’t let her roam around freely, but not helping her is not an option either, so we put her in quarantine. Actually, that was her suggestion. Isaac* has prepared a room in the northeast storage building for the purpose. She waited in the snowmobile she came in. The building is quite large, and it also has a shower room and restrooms. Additionally, the supply in the northeastern storage building is largely separated from the other buildings, and we can lock an area from the outside. That could work. It was supposed to be modified into another research building this summer, but the modification has been postponed for another year or so. However, it has already been largely emptied. She said two weeks of quarantine would be enough. For the time being, only Isaac and Harry** will look after her. Isaac is our doctor. Harry has volunteered. They will stay away from the rest of us to minimize the risk of a virus outbreak during that time. In case of an emergency, they have walkie-talkies.

We have offered to contact Umbrella and tell them what happened, but Dr. Edwards said she had done that before she left the Umbrella facility. They’ll send people as soon as the storm subsides. If they’re taking so long, that must mean it’s not that bad, right? Or that it’s already too late, and there’s nothing they can do anyway. Shit. We’re not prepared for incidents like this.

* Dr. Isaac Copper physician, and by necessity veterinarian

** Harold Childs vehicle mechanic

December 21 Addendum I

I have to distract myself from the thought that the woman might have infected us all with some deadly virus. And I forgot to write that our new arrival is rather strange. She was at least wearing a jacket, but underneath, she had only put on a long purple dress, high-heeled shoes, and white velvet gloves. The clothes looked anything but cheap. She looked more like she wanted to go to a gala than work in a research laboratory. Who walks around like that in Antarctica? Well, maybe she wasn’t on duty when the outbreak happened. That would also explain why she managed to escape and, according to her own statement, is probably not infected. But even as casual wear, her outfit looks pretty bizarre in a place like this.

She had to wait quite a long time in the snowmobile until the provisional quarantine was ready. Wasn’t she cold in her thin clothes? She didn’t complain. And I couldn’t see any signs that she was freezing either. Admittedly, I kept a safe distance. Speaking of snowmobiles, judging by the tracks, she was driving as if she was drunk and almost crashed into one of the buildings. Can she just not drive, or are these signs that she’s not feeling well? A fever, perhaps?

Also, I remembered Doug mentioning in the first or second week that Umbrella isn’t even doing research at the facility anymore. It’s supposed to be a materials storage facility or something like that. Well, Dr. Edwards claims she is a researcher there. I’ll ask Doug about the facility again when I get a chance.

December 21 Addendum II

Nicole*** wanted to contact AAD and ask how we should proceed with Dr. Edwards. However, due to the storm, there is currently no way through with our communication system. Always at the best possible time, of course! At least it’s not broken. Nicole has checked it. In a few days, the storm should ease a little, although not stop. She’ll try again then. Until then, we’re on our own. As old as the communication system is, I’m not surprised that it doesn’t work currently. It probably dates back to when the station was founded in the 70s.

***Nicole Windows, telecommunications, electronics, computers

AAD = Australian Antarctic Division

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Hello! my name is Page [21+, PST/UTC-8] 🎔 I wanted to get something posted! First of all, hooray for opening! Secondly, I'd like to plot! Like that's sort of the main thing. I am totally willing to try and make Tumblr messages work if that's your preferred method of communication, but I'm definitely more responsive on Discord! If you want to plot, like this post and I'll hop on over to your DMs! I've got an embarrassing number of muses I'm bringing in and didn't want to make a thousand different intros to be totally honest, so I've got my first batch with some information below the read more, and I'll post for the second group over the next day or so! Click the banners to see their profiles if you want more info.🎔

Yebai moved to Korea when he was a child after his mother remarried. His mother is great, and his stepdad is a sweetheart, but nevertheless, as the leftover kid and with a pair of younger half-siblings, he has always felt like a moon in orbit, wanting nothing more than his feet on the ground. He's done well enough for himself, going to school for graphic design and digital art and getting a foot in the door in the industry, doing jobs here and there on top of doing the art for an indie games studio, but he's never stopped wanting more friends and more validation and a little more adventure.

Plotting Points: Yebai is a huge NewAve fan, with a Twitter account devoted to posting chibi comics and occasionally more fully-rendered fanart of his biases. Tweets at least once per month about the two fancalls he's had with his fave. Once collaborated with a fansite to design a plush doll of said member. School friends? Or school enemies. Coworkers? He loves to go out into public and sketch scenes and people. Frequents cafes and parks. Very outgoing.

Hyeji was very nearly an it girl, placing second on a popular idol survival show in 2016. A rigging scandal brought her two year-old group (and a planned franchise) to an end, and for a while, it seemed as though her career had fallen victim to his as well for a time. Her company debuted her as a soloist, but they were ill-equipped, and perhaps hesitant to promote her. She languished in lack-of-release limbo for a few years, picking up a few bad habits in her downtime during overly long hiatuses. She's sober now, if only barely, and has in the last year or so signed to Canvas Labs after her contract with her last company expired. As she puts together her debut album, she's also in the process of piecing together her identity. She's not sure that she knows who she is, if not a party girl.

Plotting Points: She's fairly well-known amongst a certain demographic of young people (especially women) in their 20s and international Kpop fans and does a lot of CFs and promotions even though her musical releases have been scarce, occupying a niche somewhere between Sunmi and Chungha and Somi. Canvas Labs employees and idols. She has crawled half of the clubs in Seoul by this point. Exes? Situationships that got a little complicated? Friendships that got messy? Maybe more than that, if there's chemistry?

Katrina lives with her grandmother in Seoul while she attends school, aiding the increasingly less-mobile woman with her chores. Originally from San Francisco, her mother is the charismatic pastor-president of a luxe, modern church, and her father is a plastic surgeon. Growing up, she's known nothing but strict rules governing femininity, womanhood, and the role she was to play in the world if she was to be saved. Korea confuses her. Here, a lot of those lessons ring true, and yet, freed from the covenant eyes of her parents and church community, her previously well-defined sense of self, and of the world, has begun to fray about the edges.

Plotting Points: Volunteers at animal shelters and community food-security orgs semi-regularly. People she's met at school? Someone who frequents the same thrift shops and tea shops she does? Has tried to attend several different churches in Korea and been weirded out by each one. Has an interest in musical theatre and is secretly obsessed with a couple of 40 year old musical actors. Has done some modeling for random little clothing brands.

[mimilind]

A Magical Classmate - Part 2

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Rating: T

Chapter Word Count: 2500

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Your new classmate is an excellent lab partner, and turns out to be a resourceful ally at a party as well. Especially if someone tries to mug you…

2. Lab Partner and Party Protector

The next morning you hauled out your cleanest jeans and best t-shirt, and spent far too long in front of the mirror before you rode your bike to campus. But when you arrived at the lecture hall you found that Catrine and Martin had already monopolized Drake, taking the seats on either side of him.

Feeling defeated, you realized he was probably a lost case, and felt embarrassed for dressing up like you had. As if he would ever notice you when there were attractive, fun people like them to hang out with. 

Morosely you took a seat in the row behind the trio. You knew you were overly dramatic and silly for feeling so jealous and left out, but couldn’t help doing it anyway.

During lunch break, Drake went to a nearby restaurant while the rest of you sat in a student lounge to eat your packed lunches. 

“I wish I could afford to eat out every day too.” Catrine took a bite of her dry cheese sandwich. 

“It’s not very healthy though,” said Filip, the only vegan in the class.

You had brought leftover macaroni and meatballs and ate them in silence, still feeling a bit low. When you had finished you decided to indulge yourself and bought a chocolate bar in the vending machine to cheer you up.

It didn’t help.

Drake returned in the afternoon when it was time for labs, and to your surprise and delight he chose you as his lab partner. You tried not to look smug when Catrine and Martin gave you long, jealous looks.

“Whew, saved by the bell,” he murmured. “Is Catrine silent, like, ever?”

You grinned. “Rarely.” Just like that, your mood had changed from glum to cheerful.

“Even if I had understood Swedish I wouldn’t have caught one word of today’s lecture with her prattling in my ear the entire morning.”

“I still don’t get why you attend lectures.”

He shrugged. “Bored, I guess.”

It was time to begin and you tried to translate the lab instructions. Drake turned out to be adept at practical chemistry as well – except for a few very strange instances. The first one was when you had to help him turn on the light and the fan in the fume hood. Apparently he didn’t understand that he had to press the red button with ‘on’ printed on it. 

His next difficulty was with the magnetic stirrer. This time he found the power switch, but didn’t put the plug in the socket.

”You need to plug it in,” you said, trying not to smile.

”Oh.” He turned the appliance over with a perplexed look. 

”Here.” You helped him again.

First when you began the titration, Drake showed how talented he really was. He claimed to have never done it before, yet managed to create perfect solutions every time, and his calculations – written down with the neatest handwriting you ever saw from a guy – were made with ease. Though you wondered a bit why he used an old-fashioned ink pen.

A gleam drew your attention. From under the lab coat, Drake’s shirt sleeves peeked through, and you saw he wore actual cufflinks. 

Seriously?

He had a matching silver ring on his index finger, with a serpentine pattern. It struck you he had really nice hands. Large but with a soft touch; he had no problem handling the fragile equipment.

”Wow, we’re already finished,” you exclaimed, looking around and finding that nobody else was done by far. ”Can I always be your lab partner?”

He just grinned and shrugged.

”Let’s go make the lab report now.” You figured it would be a win-win combination; he knew what to write in it, you knew Swedish. 

As you went to a study area and sat around the small, round table, Drake removed his suit jacket and loosened the tie so he could open the top button of his shirt.

Your stomach flipped and filled with flutters. Damn, what a body he had! He must work out a lot. You wondered why he kept hiding it under suits and dress coats – all muscular guys you knew wore tight t-shirts to make it show.

Then you began on the report, leaning your heads over the paper. His semi-long hair fell forward and made his face look softer, less controlled.

Sitting so close, his pleasant perfume filled your nostrils and you had to refrain from sniffing him like an enthusiastic dog. It was increasingly hard to focus on the report.

There was no denying it anymore; you had to admit to yourself you were getting a huge crush on this guy. He was just so perfect in every way!

You were nearly finished when Catrine and Martin joined you. Like you, they hadn’t quite understood the lab and had many questions, which Drake seemed glad to answer. In the end, both the reports became mostly his doing, but since you others had translated and written them you figured you weren’t really cheating. Much.

Unsurprisingly, after that, Drake became everyone’s favorite lab partner. He took turns and changed partners each time, and though you were disappointed, you weren’t really expecting anything else. He had no reason to single you out. 

A couple of weeks passed and Halloween was coming up. The following Friday there would be a big costume Halloween party hosted by Chalmers, the city’s famous university of technology. Since it was open to other academic departments as well, Catrine, Martin and you decided to go, and she managed to convince Drake to tag along. 

“But remember this will be Swedish Halloween, not American,” said Martin. “Here we only dress up as evil and nasty things, like vampires, ghosts, witches and stuff.”

“Ah. Then I can dress as a dark wizard,” said Drake with a wry smile you couldn’t quite interpret.

The evening came, and as arranged you went to the Karl IX statue which was where everyone met up in this city. You had spent a long time picking your outfit – wanting to wear something that both matched the Halloween theme and made you look good – and at last settled on a bat face mask and a wide, black cloak that flowed around you dramatically as you walked. 

Shortly afterwards, Drake arrived. “Neat!” He indicated your cape. “You look a bit like a dungeon bat I know, but much cuter.”

The compliment filled you with a pleasant warmth. 

Drake also wore a black cloak, his with wide sleeves, and held an old-fashioned broomstick in one hand. He had used makeup to make his face paler, except for dark red shades around his eyes, and with his blond hair snugly combed back it gave the impression of a skull. His attractive smile took away part of the effect though.

“You look great too,” you said, meaning it wholeheartedly. He was exceedingly handsome no matter what he did. “Only a bit too nice for a dark wizard.”

“Nice?” His smile disappeared and he lowered his eyebrows, piercing you with a dangerous, sharp look. He loomed over you, a hand menacingly hovering near his sleeve like he prepared to draw a gun from it.

You took a step backwards, a nervous throb in your chest. The transformation was uncanny. Drake suddenly looked lethal.

He relaxed and grinned widely, his face perfectly friendly again. “Were you afraid?” he teased.

“Of course not!” you lied, laughing sheepishly. 

Now the others had arrived and the four of you walked up the Avenyn boulevard. Along the way, you passed a beggar with a cup in front of him. 

Drake stopped, pulling out his wallet.

“Don’t,” whispered Catrine. “He will just buy booze.”

He shrugged and put a hundred-crown note in the cup. “Then so be it.” 

The beggar’s eyes became round and he grinned toothlessly, quickly snatching up the note. “Tack så mycket,” he repeated several times.

“It means ‘thanks a lot’,” you translated.

Drake chuckled. “I figured.”

“Are you always this generous?” asked Catrine, giving his thick wallet a speculative look as he put it away. You were all poor students and she probably hoped he would offer to share with you also.

“Nowadays I am.”

“But not before?”

He looked uncomfortable. “Shall we continue?” 

The Halloween party was held in a large student union building and the loud music met you already outside. Drake got that same pained look you had seen at the pub the other week. 

“Don’t you like pop music?” you asked.

“It’s just a bit loud. But I suppose I’ll get used to it.”

Soon your group was swept along by the many cheerful partygoers, each more scarily dressed than the other, and it didn’t take long until you got separated. Catrine and Martin wanted to dance, and you too, but Drake disappeared before you could invite him.

Biting down the disappointment, you danced with your friends instead. At least you felt unusually cool and interesting in your outfit. You were not used to drawing others’ looks, but tonight a random guy even bought you a drink unprompted. 

It had become quite late when you finally saw Drake again. He was standing outside the entrance, talking with your classmate Andreas who was a bit of a lone wolf. 

“There you are!” you said.

“The volume was more bearable here,” Drake explained. “Is it time to leave soon, you think?” He had a longing tone in his voice.

You immediately decided it was. “I’ll fetch Catrine and Martin.”

Catrine was easy to find, dancing like there was no tomorrow in her demon costume, and after a while you found Martin too, closely embracing a handsome ginger guy. 

“We’re going home. You coming?”

“Don’t wait for me; I’ll be sleeping elsewhere tonight,” he said with a proud grin. 

Secretly very pleased, you returned to Drake. Martin had always appeared to be your most serious rival for the object of your crush, so it was a relief he had found himself another guy.

A few blocks away, the silence was nearly deafening after the noisy, crowded hall. The fresh fall air was cool against your heated face, with a light drizzle making the dark streets glisten. 

Andreas had been tagging along, now he fell into step with you. “He is such a nice guy,” he murmured in Swedish, nodding discreetly at Drake. “I didn’t see anyone I knew at the party and felt out of place at first, but then he came. He kept me company all evening, and even tried to match me with a girl I found pretty.”

“He’s super nice,” you agreed. “How did it go?”

“Well, she only had eyes for him, so not good unfortunately.” He smiled wistfully. “Still, I had a lot of fun for a change.”

His words gave you a pang of bad conscience. Andreas had been nearby when Catrine and you others asked Drake to come with you to the party – why had neither of you thought to ask Andreas too? Perhaps he wasn’t a lone wolf, just lonely and left out.

You decided to be more like Drake and be kinder to fellow students from now on.

After a while, you noticed two strangers following you. Something about them made you uneasy, and you involuntarily increased your step.

The strangers did likewise.

Drake had seen them too, and cast many nervous glances across his shoulder. He had become tense and alert.

Suddenly he stopped, turning to face them. “What do you want?” he asked in a low, threatening voice very different from his usual one. He looked dangerous. Like a tiger ready to pounce. 

“Oo an English tourist,” sneered the bigger of the two. He wore a frayed leather vest and his bare arms were covered in tattoos. A biker.

“We just want to talk,” said his companion. You suddenly noticed he had a knife in his hand.

Cold to the marrow with fear, you tugged at Drake’s sleeve. “Let’s go!”

“Don’t worry,” he said calmly. “These gentlemen were just going to leave.” For some strange reason his stance had become less taut, as if he found a couple of professional criminals no big deal at all. As if he had expected someone worse.

“No we aren’t, you little shit.” The big one drew a knife too. It looked nasty.

“I’m calling the police,” said Catrine in a trembling voice. She was fumbling with the buttons of her Nokia.

“Don’t.” Drake didn’t take his eyes off the thugs. “You go ahead. I will catch up with you.”

When you hesitated, heart pounding, he swiftly turned around. “I said go.” There was a steely edge to his tone. 

“But–”

“Get the hell out of here,” he growled, looking so stern and intimidating you didn’t dare disobey. 

Together with Catrine and Andreas you scrambled away a few meters, but then stopped again. You couldn’t just cowardly flee when your friend was in danger!

One of the bikers charged and Drake caught his knife with his bare hand. Blood trickled between his fingers. 

You yelped, hands flying to your mouth. 

Drake said something in a foreign language and his other hand moved too fast for you to see what he did. 

The bikers cried out and dropped their knives with a clatter of steel against asphalt. Their voices changed pitch, becoming shrill as they turned around, stumbling over each other in their hurry to run away.

You dashed to Drake’s side, shaking with excess adrenaline. “How are you?”

“Fine. They were just bullies.”

“Your hand…” Your voice trailed off, breath hitching. His hand was uninjured. No blood, nothing… but you had seen it!

“What about it?” He calmly flexed his fingers. There was not a mark on them.

“I can’t believe you scared them away,” said Catrine, joining you. “How did you do it?”

“Oh, I just… what’s that technique called, uh…”

“Martial art? Karate?” Andreas suggested.

“That’s it, yes. That’s how I scared them.”

You shook your head, trying to clear it. You had a few drinks at the party, perhaps you had seen wrong… the injury and the blood must be your imagination.

Warm relief filled you then, making your legs go weak. Drake was alright! You were all safe!

“I’m sorry I yelled at you,” he said, voice again soft and kind. “I was afraid they would go for you too if you stayed.”

You looked at him mutely, at the same time immensely grateful and awed over how heroic and selfless he was. Your throat constricted with emotions and you couldn’t stop yourself from giving him an impulsive hug. “Thank you,” you mumbled against his cloak. “That was so brave.”

At first he stiffened, then he hugged you back. “It was nothing. I’ve trained for this, you haven’t.”

You shyly drew back, wiping your eyes from tears that had appeared out of nowhere. 

He patted your shoulder soothingly. “It’s alright.” The motion made his cloak sleeve slide up, exposing the cuff of the black shirt he wore underneath.

That was when you saw it: there was a drop of fresh blood on his silver cufflink.

A/N:

Oops hehe. He should have been more thorough with his scourgify, but I suppose he was a bit in a hurry…

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[ouransisters]

I thought of the moment of when Peter sees the new suit from Tony in Germany and thought about how funny it would be if it was just completely unusable

Like Peter has actual superpowers. His senses are "dialed up to 11", super strong, and can stick to walls. And Tony just had a suit that perfectly worked with it all

Just imagine Peter going up to Happy and saying "I don't know a polite way of saying I will literally, actually, die if I use this suit."

Also would be hilarious if the webshooters didn't work with the web fluid. My reasoning is that Tony's a billionaire, he has access to top quality materials, research, and lab equipment. Meanwhile Peter is working with spare chemicals in a drawer during chemistry class. I know Tony built the original suit in a cave, but I think there's a pretty likely chance of him just not thinking about what would be available to a highschooler

[astra-galaxie]

“Hey, Hemlock! Is this your card?” - Oberon Douglas

Biographical information

Full Name: Oberon Indigo Douglas

Alias(es):

Midsummer (codename)

Ronnie (nickname)

O (nickname)

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Pansexual

Status: Alive

Age: 36 (season 3)

Birth: 1980

Race: Human

Nationality: Australian

Origin: Melbourne, Australia

Residence:

Melbourne, Australia

New York City, USA (formerly)

Concordia, USA (formerly)

Profession(s): U.N.I.T. Agent

Past profession(s): Firefighter

Family:

Nathan Pandit (husband)

Avi Douglas (son)

Lars Douglas (brother)

Namgung Angela (ex-sister-in-law) (incarcerated)

April Douglas (niece)

May Douglas (niece)

June Douglas (niece)

Poppy Douglas (mother)

Ryan “Digger” Douglas (father)

Devi Pandit (mother-in-law) (incarcerated)

Léon Toussaint (father-in-law)

Affiliation(s): U.N.I.T.

Profile

Height: 6’0” Age: 36 (season 3) Weight: 175lbs Eyes: green Blood: A+

Hailing from Melbourne, Australia, Oberon Douglas is a tall man with a lean build, shoulder-length dirty blond hair, a short beard, and emerald green eyes. His fair skin has whitish, pale pink burn scars; the most obvious ones are the scars around his right eye, the left side of his neck, across his chest, his arms, and the back of his right hand.

In his suspect appearance, Oberon wears dark-wash jeans, a dark gray tank top under a purple button-up shirt that he rolls up sleeves, and dark brown work boots. He has a black leather necklace with three fake fangs and four small hoop earrings on his left ear: two on the lower lob and the other two on the shell.

Since Oberon sustained hearing loss from his older U.N.I.T. days and the fire, he has hearing aids. He can hear without them, but it sounds hushed and mumbled. He wears standard hearing aids but insisted on the casings being bright purple, his favourite colour.

In his U.N.I.T. uniform, he wears tight black pants tucked into calf-high black boots with purple straps, a fitted black leather jacket, a dark purple belt, and slim, dark purple protective gloves that can withstand the impact of his explosive cards. He also wears his U.N.I.T. equipment, including his gauntlet, headphones, communicator (built-in to his gauntlet), sonic choker, and a handgun kept in his waist holster.

As a Bureau agent, Oberon wears fitted black pants, black boots with purple laces, a light gray shirt, and a dark purple leather jacket with a Bureau badge pinned to the left side.

Per his suspect appearance in United in Ashes, it is known that Oberon knows chemistry and is a musician (he plays the drums).

History

The younger brother of Lars Douglas, Oberon hails from the land down under. He grew up in the city of Melbourne with his parents and Lars. He was raised listening to his father's army stories and his mother's tales of her time as a rock star.

When Oberon was young, he decided to join the military as his father had. But Oberon never imagined that recruiters from U.N.I.T would be watching the applicants that day. He had impressed them with his initiative and creativity so much that they offered him a position. Oberon accepted the offer and began his training to become a U.N.I.T agent.

He grew close to Director Kavi Pandit and became a trusted agent and friend. This was even before he met the Director's grandson, Nathan Pandit. Oberon was Kavi's first choice for high-security missions, like the mission to take down Switch Labs.

Oberon's contact inside Switch Labs was Nathan, who had reported the laboratory to his grandfather after discovering their illegal experiments. The two got along well (too well, in Kavi's opinion), and Oberon volunteered to become Nathan's partner after the younger joined the agency to avoid going to jail.

The two became some of U.N.I.T's best agents with one of the highest mission success rates. The two eventually developed a romantic relationship but kept it a secret from the agency. However, Kavi claims to have always known about the couple's feelings for each other. The Director knew they would never let it interfere with their work, so he saw no reason to break them up.

After years of working together, Kavi sent Oberon and Nathan on an undercover mission to Concordia. While away from the control of U.N.I.T, they decided to get married. Oberon proposed using a silver ring with black gems. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with Nathan, and to his delight, his boyfriend felt the same.

The couple eloped with Kavi, who was now retired from U.N.I.T as their witness. They knew they wanted a proper wedding with their families and friends after leaving the agency, so they began dreaming and planning the event together. They documented their ideas in a scrapbook with plans to finalize the details once they retired from U.N.I.T.

To Oberon's surprise, one day, Nathan approached him, asking if he wanted to try having a child together. They had talked about having kids one day, but the topic of trying to have biological children was a touchy subject for Nathan. Oberon would have loved to have a child that shared the two's DNA, but he would never force his husband to do something he wasn't comfortable with.

But Nathan was the one who offered to try and get pregnant. He told Oberon that after thinking about it for a long time, he wanted to have a child with his husband. But if he couldn't carry the child to term, he wasn’t sure if he would try for a second time.

Oberon respected his husband's choice and helped Nathan transition from hormone supplements to prenatal medication. It took the couple several tries, but eventually, they had a positive pregnancy test confirming the conception of their child.

It was nine long, hard months before they welcomed their son into the world, but Oberon stayed by his husband's side the entire time. He got and made everything Nathan craved (no matter how strange) and handled the ever-changing mood swings.

He also nearly got his hand broken during the labour and delivery.

But it was all worth it to hold Avi for the first time. Oberon fell in love when Avi looked at him with his matching green eyes, and he swore to treasure and protect his son every day for the rest of his life.

Like his brother Lars, Oberon is a natural father. Nathan always says his husband is the fun parent because Oberon knows how to interact with kids. Oberon argues that Nathan needs to give himself more credit regarding his parenting skills. While he may be awkward around other children, Nathan has a special bond with Avi; he always knows what his son needs, even when Oberon is at a complete loss for what the boy wants.

A couple of years after Avi was born, Oberon and Nathan began planning their life after leaving U.N.I.T. They decided to move to Australia since they would be closer to Oberon's family, and Avi would be able to see his younger cousins more often. They designed the type of house they wanted to buy, the area they would live in, and even what careers they would pursue. Oberon still wanted to be an emergency responder but was considering becoming a paramedic. Meanwhile, Nathan was looking into getting certified to be a veterinarian.

And then the fire happened.

Oberon and Nathan woke up in the middle of the night to their house nearly engulfed in flames. Oberon sent Nathan to get Avi while looking for a way out of the house. The stairs were unusable, and there was no other exit from the second floor. The only way out was for them to go out a window and climb down the tree that grew beside it.

Oberon was about to head to the window when the ceiling collapsed on top of him. He was pinned under a support beam as the fire grew more intense. Nathan returned carrying Avi and tried to move the beam, but it wouldn't budge. Oberon begged Nathan to leave him so that he and Avi would survive, and after a parting kiss, Oberon watched the two run through the fire to freedom.

After the two were gone, Oberon continued to try and free himself. As the fire burned around him, it weakened the support beam, and he could crawl out from under it. He couldn't use the window he thought Nathan and Avi had gone through, so he went into the room beside it and climbed down the tree. Once outside, he found firefighters and paramedics arriving to help, but he saw no signs of his boys.

Oberon feared that Nathan and Avi were still inside and tried to go back in and save them. But the firefighters stopped and wrestled him to the ambulance, where he passed out due to smoke inhalation. He was brought to the hospital, where doctors placed him into a medical coma to help his recovery.

A few weeks later, he was awakened from his coma with Lars and their parents sitting beside his bed. He wanted to ask them where Nathan and Avi were, but he couldn't talk due to his intubation tube. His family was so happy to see him awake, but no one even mentioned his husband and son's conditions.

It wasn't until later that night after his parents and brother left, that Director Kovac came and told him the "truth" about the fire. He said that Nathan and Avi got trapped in the nursery when trying to escape and were burned to death. Oberon couldn't believe that his boys were gone and demanded proof, but Kovac claimed their ashes had long been sent to Kavi in India for burial.

Oberon fell into a severe depression after that, and while he started recovering physically, his mental health was deteriorating. He couldn’t bring himself to contact Kavi or Léon because of his survivor’s guilt, and he feared travelling to India to find his boys’ graves. His family never knew how deeply he was hurting, and it wasn't until one day, Lars found his brother overdosing on his pain meds that Oberon finally started to get the help he needed.

After this incident, Oberon told Lars about Nathan, Avi, and his secret life. Lars was shocked to find out there had been a brother-in-law and nephew he never got to meet, but he understood why Oberon had to keep them a secret. They eventually told their parents and Angela but decided to wait and tell the triplets about their lost uncle and cousin when they were older.

With the support he needed, Oberon slowly recovered mentally and emotionally from the fire. While improving his mental health, he travelled to Australia (at the time, he and his parents lived with Lars, Angela, and the triplets in the USA) and noticed a house for sale in the area he and Nathan wanted to move to. It was the size they wanted, had a large yard, was in a great school district, and the commute into the city was reasonable. The only downside was that the house needed a lot of renovations.

But Oberon needed something to do with all his free time, so he bought the house, moved back to Australia and began renovating it into the home he dreamed of living in with his family. He knows his parents and Lars were concerned about him making a home for the family he no longer had, but the work seemed to be helping him, so they supported him. And about a year later, his parents moved to Australia and bought a home near their son.

As Oberon renovated the house, he slowly began moving in the stuff he had in storage from Concordia. When he and Nathan decided to leave U.N.I.T and move to Australia, the couple put their important and irreplaceable items into a storage unit. Oberon was the one with the key, and U.N.I.T told Nathan that he could only access the storage unit after his mission in Grimsborough, so unknown to Nathan, Oberon had the stuff shipped to Australia.

Even though Oberon believed his boys were gone, he never felt closer to them than when he worked on their house. The only things of theirs that he never parted with were Avi's stuffed Koala, Lala, and Nathan's hair comb. Both items were gifts from Oberon that Nathan and Avi treasured dearly.

The hair comb was a welcome gift after Oberon and Nathan became partners. Oberon knew the other man liked snakes and saw that Nathan (who had yet to start transitioning) always struggled to keep his hair out of his face. So when he found the snake-themed hair comb, he thought it was the perfect gift.

Oberon hadn't planned on Nathan cutting off most of his hair right before he could give him the comb.

Thankfully, Nathan saved the man from dying from embarrassment by taking the comb and sliding it into his hair, commenting, "I have thick hair." Nathan loved the hair comb and wore it whenever and wherever he could.

As for Avi's Koala, when Oberon and Nathan told their son they would be moving to Australia, Oberon got the toy to celebrate. Avi fell in love with the stuffie and the idea of moving to his dad's home country. But since the boy was so young, he had difficulty saying "Koala," so he called his new friend Lala.

Oberon didn't know if he could move on from losing his husband and son, but he was coming to terms with his life. So even if he couldn't see himself finding a new partner or starting a new family, he knew he would be alright with the rest of his family helping him, and one day he would see his boys again.

Events of Criminal Case

Season 1

Nathan and Avi mention Oberon throughout the course of Grimsborough. However, he isn’t mentioned by name until the end of The Ways of Death after Adalet and Jones find the Douglas family scrapbook, and Jones begs to know Nathan’s husband’s name.

Season 2

During Pacific Bay, Oberon is mentioned again when Nathan reveals that he and his husband work for a spy agency called U.N.I.T. Nathan continues to explain that Director Kovac ordered the fire, which “killed” Oberon. But unknown to Nathan and Avi, Oberon freed himself from under the support beam, escaping the house from another window and climbing down the tree growing near it. But sadly, Nathan and Avi had already been taken to the hospital by U.N.I.T agents, so Oberon believed they were still trapped inside.

Oberon was referenced once more during Adalet and Fili’s wedding. Nathan commented that the two had eloped because of their undercover mission. But the couple planned to have a proper wedding with their family and friends once the mission was over, and Oberon was so excited to introduce Nathan and Avi to his family.

Also, during Pacific Bay, Oberon was the agent who rescued Fili from SOMBRA after the man had been captured in Melbourne. Even though he was on medical leave, Oberon still monitored the radio waves for emergencies in his area. He intercepted Fili's distress signal and decided to rescue the MI6 agent.

After Oberon had rescued Fili and staged the scene to make the kidnappers think the Irishman had been killed, he brought the younger to a U.N.I.T-protected hospital for treatment. Oberon stayed with Fili until the man was discharged but never told him his full name. Fili only knew the man as "O" and "Midsummer" for secrecy reasons. That's why Fili never made the connection to Nathan's husband.

Season 3

It is revealed that Oberon hadn’t died in the fire after Carmen and Jack found his lighter on their crime scene during United in Ashes. After confirming that the lighter belonged to Oberon, Lars informed his teammates that his brother had been through a lot in the past years and asked them to be gentle during their questioning. The agents promised to honour the request, and they went to Oberon's house to ask him about being at the crime scene.

Oberon was stunned to hear that his boss had been murdered, but he wasn't sad that the man was gone. He respected Nicolas but never liked how the Brit had supported Director Kovac's unethical ideas when he was Assistant Director. But other than that, he had no reason to kill the man, nor could he think of the most likely potential killer out of Nicolas's enemies.

But the team later discovered that Oberon did have an excellent motive for possibly killing Nicolas. Nicolas supported the plan to "kill" Nathan and Avi and was the one who started the fire. Oberon had seen Nicolas standing outside the house that night but had no proof to incriminate the man. But despite having motive, means, and opportunity, the Bureau found Oberon innocent of murder.

In the additional investigation following the case, Lars invited Jack to meet his parents and check on Oberon at his brother's house. When they arrived, they found Oberon running around his house looking for something while Digger and Poppy tried to calm him down. After Lars got his brother to take some deep breaths, Oberon explained that he'd lost his husband's hair comb. He knew he had it on him when he visited the park, but now he couldn't find it.

Lars and Jack offered to search the park for the comb. They managed to find the accessory but discovered it covered in dirt and soot. Lars brought the comb to the plane, and Jonah used a special cleaner to clean silver. Afterward, Lars and Jack returned the hair comb to Oberon.

Oberon cried when he saw the cleaned hair comb. He explained that the only thing U.N.I.T salvaged from the fire was Nathan's dirty, soot-covered hair comb. Oberon had never been able to bring himself to clean it after the fire, feeling like if he did, he would be destroying the memories of his husband.

But after holding the cleaned comb, Oberon felt like it was Nathan's way of telling him it was time to move on, but that Oberon didn't need to forget about him and Avi. Oberon thanked his brother and Jack for finding the comb, and Lars stayed to help his family set up for the cookout in Oberon's backyard.

But that cookout would need to be put on hold because a SOMBRA mind-controlled Fili threatened to attack the team and their families. He and his family rushed to the Bureau's plane, where he was met by someone he hadn't seen in years: Léon Toussaint. Oberon immediately began apologizing to Léon for failing to save Nathan and Avi, but to both men's confusion, Léon says he thought Oberon had died in the fire.

The conversation was soon interrupted by Avi, who had exited his seat to see who his grandfather was talking to. He was so happy to see his father that he barely even questioned how his dad was alive. Even though he was stunned to see Avi alive, Oberon wasted no time embracing his son, crying tears of joy as he held the boy.

A few moments later, Nathan arrived to find his husband alive and hugging their son. He nearly tackled Oberon as he pulled him into a kiss, both momentarily forgetting about everyone else in the room.

It wasn't until they were reminded about the threat at hand that the couple decided to put the reunion on hold.

Oberon later helped the Bureau take down Fili and bring the Irishman to a hospital to make sure SOMBRA hadn't left any other "surprises" inside the man. He was later present when Nathan updated the Bureau on Fili's condition.

When it was time for the Bureau to resume their hunt for SOMBRA, Oberon and Nathan said that they would be helping Fili recover while he was in Australia. They also promised to search the Bureau's plane for SOMBRA bugs and give its security system a U.N.I.T/G.I.A upgrade. Once the plane was ready, Nathan volunteered to fly it to wherever the team was while Oberon stayed with Fili.

While in Australia, Oberon helps Fili recover from SOMBRA's control and practice his new powers. It was a challenge and dangerous at times, but Oberon wouldn't abandon his new friend, especially not when he needed him most! Oberon also got to spend time with his son Avi after spending years thinking the boy was dead. And when he was offered the position of co-pilot for the Bureau, Oberon immediately accepted, and he, Fili, Avi, and Dean rejoined the Bureau in Antarctica.

Oberon continued making appearances throughout the final two regions of Save The World. Most often, he was with Nathan as he helped his husband bring the bodies of murder victims to the plane for autopsy or simply wanted to be with Nathan. When he wasn't with his husband, he could be found either in the cockpit with Fili or spending time with Avi when he wasn't working. He also spent time getting to know the rest of the team, and he and Jonah became good friends as they bonded over their shared interest in weapons.

During The Darkest Hour, Oberon was hospitalized alongside Jonah after the two had been caught in the explosion from the bomb Angela had planted on the plane. His hearing aids exploded in his ears, and while the doctors managed to remove the pieces, Oberon's hearing was damaged even further. He was angry at Angela for trying to kill the Bureau and taking away more of his hearing. Still, he knew she would be punished for her crimes in an even higher security prison once Natasha's murder was solved and the US president was saved. After the case had been closed, Oberon and Jonah were discharged from the hospital and returned to the team.

Oberon was sad that Dupont was lost in the fight to defeat SOMBRA. He knows that death is always a possibility in his line of work, but he never thought the historian would be the one killed. But at least Dupont was able to see SOMBRA be defeated and the award the Bureau received from the UN before he passed away. Oberon knows that Dupont died proudly and that no one will forget about what he did to help destroy SOMBRA.

Following SOMBRA's defeat and Dupont's death, the Bureau was joined by their families in New York. Oberon was happy to see his parents even if his mother fussed over him and his injuries, but Nathan assured her he would be able to hear once his ears had recovered and he could be fitted for new hearing aids. And as they celebrated the defeat of SOMBRA and buried Dupont, Oberon looked forward to his future with his husband and son as they planned to move to Grimsborough and take the time to be a family again before thinking about the next chapter of their lives.

Organization(s)

U.N.I.T.

Rank: Agent

Bureau (disbanded)

Rank: Co-pilot

Story Information

First appeared: United in Ashes

Trivia

Lars references his brother during Rest and Relaxation. When teaching Jack how to play the guitar, he mentions the drummer of his band who is Oberon

Oberon is right-handed, but after the fire burned his right hand, he forced himself to learn how to use his left hand for certain things so he wouldn’t strain his right hand

The support beam which he got trapped under burned his back. He still struggles to lie on his back for extended periods of time

He is named after Oberon, King of the fairies from A Midsummer Night's Dream

It is a running joke for people to call Nathan the "Indian boy" in reference to the character from the story

They plan never to tell anyone that Nathan's deadname is Titania

He was inspired to apply to the Australian military by his father

He got his flare for dramatics from his mother

Along with knowing how to play the drums, Oberon plays the guitar, saxophone, piano, and kazoo

The last one was so he could annoy Lars after his brother wouldn't stop playing the didgeridoo

The fangs on his necklace are fake, but he always makes up new stories to tell people how he got them. He’s used everything from fighting sharks to Tasmanian Devils

He wanted to be a magician as a kid

A few characters inspire his U.N.I.T. equipment. His sonic choker is based on Black Canary's canary cry (DC) and Present Mic’s voice quirk (BNHA), while his explosive playing cards come from Gambit (Marvel)

Disclaimer: Character design was created using Rinmarugames Mega Anime Avatar Creator! I have only made minor edits to the design! Background courtesy of CriminalArtist5

Links to my stories:

The Case of the Criminal (Ao3/Wattpad)

Killer Bay (Ao3/Wattpad)

Where in the World are the Killers? (Ao3/Wattpad)

[squidiosyncrasies]

My unpopular baking opinion is that I think people can take "baking is a science" to such an intense degree to be unhelpful at best, if not actively discouraging and intimidating to people with less experience.

Yes, it can be helpful to encourage new bakers to measure ingredients correctly and to follow the recipe in the order it was written to the best of their ability. Going over the top about baking being a science and how the littlest thing going different will ruin everything is not helpful, and instead scares people away from it.

Actual chemistry labs often aren't disheartening to that level. I studied chemistry and took classes in it all throughout my college education, and the vast majority of the experiments I've been a part of (even ones with dangerous components) have tolerances baked in, like giving a measurement to aim for, but accepting a small range on either side of it, as long as you write down your actual measurements to account for later. We have to account for the fact that every single tool we use to measure variables or dispense chemicals in the lab has error that we can't ever eliminate too.

The tools you'll use to bake things at home will be less accurate and less precise than lab equipment. Your kitchen will almost certainly have a different temperature, humidity, and elevation than the kitchen the original recipe was written in. Your ingredients will probably be from different sources than the original recipe, and, if it has eggs, there is variation between every single egg, even in the same carton, and even from the same chicken. This will be true for every single person who decides to follow that recipe too.

Even with all these variables in conditions that we can't account for, people in different places, with different ingredient sources, with different errors in measuring, will be able to successfully make baked goods from the same recipe. Even if the differences in conditions make noticeable differences in the product, it probably isn't going to make it bad or inedible, just different. It's also important to note that there are so many different recipes for the same foods too, so if you're unhappy with how your, say, chocolate chip cookies come out, it's worth considering trying out another one of the millions of chocolate chip cookie recipes out there before concluding that you, specifically, can't bake anything.

I'm not sure where I'm going with this, but I wish more people took the possibility of things "going wrong" in baking as a potential learning experience instead of treating baking like a high-stakes surgical procedure that's not worth trying to learn if you can't do it perfectly from the beginning. I know if I gave up when I first started baking 15 years ago because of my mistakes (even horrible ones like scrambled eggs in brownies from undermixing), that I would've missed out on a lot of the joy in it over the years since.

[ozymandias-saffet]

O Z S A F F E T

— basics

name: “Oz” aka, Levi Ozymandias Saffet age / d.o.b.: 44, August 28th, 1980 gender, pronouns, sexuality: Demi-Man, Any pronouns, queer  hometown: Newburyport, Massachusetts occupation: Freelance web designer education: Graduate degree in bio-chemistry relationship status: Single children: None

Full Bio is under the cut - please be aware of trigger warnings before proceeding.

TW // Drugs, Violence, Murder, Injury

Oz came into the world silent as the grave - so quiet that his parents thought something was wrong with him. A middle child of five, Oz was the odd one out - he was just a little different. His siblings were loud and outgoing, and Oz was a quieter instigator.

His parents just thought he was socially awkward and didn’t ‘get it’. But Oz did- he was incredibly intelligent, quick as a whip. Perhaps he didn’t prefer to start the conversation - but he knew how to end it. He seemed to just prefer a little bit of anarchy- but his smarts were never in question. He studied multiple sciences at an Advanced level in high school and majoring in bio-chem in college, going on to get his graduate degree as well. Through it all, he had supportive parents, siblings who cheered him on and went about their lives, and an occasional distant friend or roommate.

And yet, Oz found himself craving something more adventurous. It started with little ways he could get a thrill. Drugs helped, of course. So did setting off fireworks, or shoplifting. He looked so upright, so perfectly unassuming. The quiet little man never seemed like a threat, which was perfect for stealing goods, getting into trouble. While working at a national lab in New York, he found himself pocketing important chemicals and extra medication - skimming materials off the top. Machines break all the time after all, and the labs always had so much money to replace just about anything… not even knowing what he was doing with all these items, he found himself delving into the black market.

He sold a few specialized chemicals and medical equipment to a very interested buyer- and soon enough Oz was in his early 30s and working directly within organized crime. The selling couldn’t go on forever without someone finding out at BROOKLABS, so instead he joined their ranks. His steady hands were perfect for a gun, and after years dissecting animals, staring at bones and tendons and joints and nerves during his extensive schooling, the team pushed him into becoming a hired hitman.

Oz was clean, quick, and silent. The man got in and got out so fast that he was a shadow behind his victims. It was easy and lucrative work for him. He was a respected hitman for years. And as time wore on, he stayed in his prime. Except for one job.

He forgot to check the backyard. He’d done it a million times, and this was the one day he’d forgotten. Oz had the victim dealt with in a second - but the victim’s colleague was unexpectedly there, packing up for their trip to the putting green. No one else was supposed to be there.

Oz was nearly killed - taken by surprise and wrestling with an angry man with a golf club. Oz’s small stature was, for once, used against him, his gun wrestled from him at one point. Shot, beaten, but somehow Oz got his gun back and shot the other man dead. Called a colleague in desperation. He couldn’t feel… anything. For one of the first times in his life, he was scared.

Suffering a lumbar spinal cord injury, Oz was stuck in the hospital for months. He had lost the use of his legs at first, and required intense rehabilitation to even walk with forearm crutches or push himself in a wheelchair. But more importantly to Oz, he didn’t feel that he could continue his old job. His hands unsteady and his body having gone through a traumatic event, he retired from his hitman position. Beginning to spiral from all of this, released from the crime ring he'd thought he was intrinsically connected to, he has to find a new dream.

Now they arrive in Helltown. A place that feels as mysterious as Oz likes - and away from the world at large. A place to start fresh with remote work as a web designer. Occasionally he finds himself with another unsavory client - someone from his old days on the black market, looking for something only Oz can find. But most of the time, he's trying to restart his life, using his mobility aids - wheelchair, and occasionally forearm crutches.

[ilikethequiet]

This Ain’t Hallmark (A Drakgo Fic)

Title:  This Ain’t Hallmark Summary: A Christmas fic with your fave villains, they’re watching movies and being dorks Rating: PG  Author’s Note: I have been working on this for the last month and finally I think it’s done. Did I watch a lot of Hallmark movies to help write this? You bet! It’s a bit of holiday fluff, I hope you enjoy 😁

I checked it through with Grammarly, so it sounds okay, tell me if it doesn’t 😘 Feedback/likes are so appreciated. Will also be posted to AO3.

When Shego was little, one of her fondest memories was watching Hallmark movies with her mother while they decorated the Christmas tree. The way the couples in those movies came together against the backdrop of the holiday season always felt magical but when her mother passed, her heart wasn’t in it anymore; the happy girl she used to be had been replaced with the sarcastic supervillain she was now. She loved her current lifestyle, but Shego found herself feeling nostalgic and decided that a movie marathon was in order.

Shego was in the lounge, making garlands for the small tree that she had acquired during the holiday rush when Drakken appeared, grumpy and dishevelled. The scientist had been working on his new super laser, determined to get it ready for New Year’s, he wearily walked over to the fridge and took out the carton of eggnog, drinking from it.

“Doc, you’ve got to go easy on that stuff, it’s a lot stronger than normal milk.” Shego was supposed to have the lair by herself but at the last moment, Mrs Lipsky had decided to go on a singles cruise leaving her son without holiday plans.

“I’ll be fine, Shego.” He focused his eyes and looked upon his sidekick, she was sitting in the lounge watching television with a bunch of Christmas decorations around her, a cosy sight indeed. “I’ll leave you to it.”

“No, stay. You look like you need a break.” Shego knew she would regret extending the offer, but it was clear he needed to be away from his work for a while. “Sit, relax. It’s Christmas.”

Drakken gave her a nod in appreciation; Shego could be sweet when she wanted to be, not that it would work in someone’s favour to acknowledge it.  He sat down on the opposite end of the couch and tried to get into the spirit. “Can we watch Snowman Hank?”

“We’re watching this.” She said firmly, Shego didn’t understand how someone so evil could be obsessed with a cartoon snowman, it defied logic but then again, Drakken was always doing that.

He decided instead to sit back and watch the movie, Shego seemed engrossed in it but after half an hour, Drakken became easily bored.

“You know, I always thought spinning tops of doom was the way to go, I never considered psychological torture.” Everyone was happy, there was very little conflict and romance was in the air; sounded downright unbearable.

“It is not that bad.” Was it a little corny? Sure, but it had cosy feel-good vibes and she wasn’t completely heartless; sometimes some light, fluffy romance was needed.

“These two have no chemistry.” Drakken gestured to the couple on the screen, the actors might have well just met that afternoon with how clinical they were being towards each other.

Shego raised an eyebrow. “And you know that from the hundreds of women you’ve been with?” A ladies’ man he was not, hell his fling with DNAmy lasted less than a week and she dumped him because she was in love with Monkey Fist of all people.

Drakken shrugged. “I’m a scientist Shego, I know about this sort of thing. There needs to be a spark.”

“You mean like that time your lab caught on fire?” She remembered the chaos of that day, they had to call the fire department for help because the henchmen refused to go in and retrieve Drakken’s equipment.

“Nnngh, must you bring that up?” It was an accident but on reflection, that analogy did work in relation to their current conversation. “They have no fire, no passion.”

Drakken had passion, his desire to take over the world was great even though it got him into trouble nine times out of ten. The tenth time? That was when his plans almost worked, Shego lived for those times.

The couple on the tv finally stopped tiptoeing around each other and started kissing and Shego rolled her eyes, the movie no longer doing it for her. “Okay, I think we’ve had enough of that.” She started flicking through the channels, looking for the one that had Snowman Hank.

She changed the channel quickly, leaving Drakken to wonder what had happened. He frowned. “Did I ruin it for you? Sometimes I just talk Shego, you know that.” A lot of the time she didn’t listen, he wondered why she had in this instance.

Shego shrugged. “It’s fine, you were right, they had no chemistry.” Or they did and Shego just couldn’t recognise was a healthy relationship was these days, it wasn’t like she had experienced one in a while; men were afraid of her ability and her sarcastic nature didn’t exactly endear her to people.

Drakken smiled. “You agree with me? Truly a Christmas miracle.”

The smugness that was radiating off him was too much to bear, Shego raised her hand and ignited it. “Don’t make me hurt you.” She had threatened him with violence before; almost daily at this point, but something was different; there was mischief in his eyes, and damn if it wasn’t attractive.

“I’ll take my chances.” The brandy in the eggnog he had been drinking had made him brave, usually, he’d be halfway down the street afraid of getting second-degree burns from her deadly blasts.

His response had been unexpected, and it gave Shego a wicked idea; All this talk of chemistry had made her wonder if there was anything between them, Drakken got on her nerves sure, but he had his moments.  She leaned over and kissed him.

Drakken froze, he wanted very much to respond but what if this was another moodulator situation? He didn’t think so, this felt more deliberate; Shego was trying to get a rise out of him, what would happen if he reciprocated?

Chemistry-wise, Shego thought their kiss was mediocre at best, which was a good thing, she did not want to suddenly develop feelings for her boss. She was about to pull away and laugh it off when she felt Drakken nibble on her bottom lip.

Oh. Oh, that was hot.

Shego parted her lips slightly in response giving Drakken silent permission to deepen the kiss, a moan escaping when he did just that. How can he be having such an effect on her? This was Drakken! He was not her type; he was crazy and blue and was he drawing patterns on her waist? Ugh! She needed to focus and stop this nonsense, but she found herself wanting to continue, just to see how far Drakken was willing to take this. There was the slightest pull in his touch encouraging her to move closer and Shego found herself going along with it, moving from her seat onto his lap.

Drakken had experienced a lot of hardships in his life, everything from being a failed scientist to being beaten by a teenage hero and her sidekick on multiple occasions but having the woman whom he had been secretly in love with for years willingly in his lap, kissing him felt like a win.

Despite herself, Shego was enjoying this. It had been a while since she had been with someone and Drakken seemed enthusiastic to say the least. Shego wrapped her arms around his neck, playing with his hair. She could get used to this kind of activity, even if the other party was Drakken.

“Shego?” Drakken said breathlessly, getting her attention. “Is this going to be one of those things we never talk about?” Early on in their partnership they had agreed there were just some things best left unsaid, these included things childhood trauma, questions about her powers and significant others. He would understand if this fell under that category.

She knew what he was doing, Drakken was offering her a way out without any repercussions, but Shego had other ideas, would it be so bad if this happened more often? She smiled, giving him another light kiss. “Where is the fun in that?”

“So, you’re receptive to this kind of attention from me?” Amazing, Drakken never would have thought it possible.

Well, there were worse things. “If we’re doing this then we need to set some ground rules. Work comes first; I don’t want you getting all lovesick and thinking you need to be a better man to impress me, I’m here for the evil. Next, no nicknames; you call me hunny bun or Pookie and we’re gonna have a problem.”

Drakken snickered, the very idea that Shego could be anyone’s Pookie was laughable; she just wasn’t that sort of person. “Anything else? “

“Don’t think I’m going to suddenly go easy on you.”  He could do the stupidest things sometimes and he needed to be called out on them.

Drakken was glad for that, he loved Shego for her abrasiveness and sass; her objections made him strive to be better, the road to world domination was not an easy one and Shego kept him focused. “I can agree to those terms.”

“Well okay then.” Shego smiled, this new element to their relationship had potential.

“Should we go out and commit some crime to celebrate?” Earlier in the evening, Drakken was content to wallow in his loneliness but now he had the desire to go out and have some fun.

“I thought you wanted to watch Snowman Hank?” Shego asked, he had seemed so insistent on it earlier.

Drakken smiled and gently lifted Shego off his lap “I’m not sure he would approve of these kinds of shenanigans.” Snowman Hank was all about goodwill to your fellow man, but he had other more devious things in mind.

Hey if they were going to do something his cartoon idol disapproved of, Shego was all for it. She hopped up and smoothed her bodysuit, the action making Drakken raise an eyebrow.

Shego’s skin flushed when she noticed him looking at her; this next phase of their partnership was going to be interesting. “Come on, let’s go deck some halls.” She bounded out of the room and downstairs to the hovercar hangar.

Drakken shook his head, following her, this Christmas was turning out to be a Merry Christmas indeed.