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cksmart-world · 2 years ago

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SMART BOMB

The Completely Unnecessary News Analysis

By Christopher Smart

May 30, 2023

NO HOAX — WITCHES EXONERATED

A dozen convicted New England witches have been vindicated 370 years after their executions. Dozens were dispatched for witchcraft in colonial America — and that was way before the scourge of social media. In different times folks now affiliated with QAnon could face the dunking wheel. Don't go getting any ideas, Wilson. Last year, Massachusetts formally exonerated Elizabeth Johnson, the last person convicted in the Salem Witch Trials. She was spared the noose and lived to be 77. Some historians say she suffered from mental instability that was mistaken for special powers. Colo. Rep. Lauren Boebert and South Dakota Gov. Kristi Noem might have been strapped to the dunking wheel for their special powers. If they didn't confess to witchcraft they'd be drown. If they did admit it, they were hung. You're right, Wilson, it is kinda like when a Republican is asked whether or not they support Trump. The comedy about witches, “Bell, Book and Candle,” it is not. Someone has cast a spell over congressional Republicans and undoing it will be tricky, said Democrat Elizabeth Warren. It would require Trump's little toe, a pot of heated chicken's blood, a shock of Mike Pence's hair, the guts of a toad, epsom salts, a Waring blender and a squirt gun. Nobody said it would be easy.

EVADE THE WOKE MIND VIRUS BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE

If you want to be safe from forced Marxist indoctrination — escape to Florida. Gov. Ron “Churchill” DeSantis, is riding in on a self-righteous stallion to save us: “We fight the woke in the legislature. We fight the woke in the schools. We fight the woke in the corporations. We will never, ever surrender to the woke mob.” He champions the “Stop Woke Act,” that would keep schools and businesses from making white people “feel guilty or get distressed” by banning the teaching of the hideous poisons of slavery, Jim Crow, the civil rights movement and Critical Race Theory. Now, DeSantis is running for president to save the whole country from, the scourge of Black history, diversity, trans rights, homosexuality and women's reproductive health. But wait, there's trouble on the horizon. U.S. District Judge Mark Walker ruled large parts of the Florida law are unconstitutional. What the hell? Paraphrasing George Orwell's novel “1984,” he said, “The clocks were striking 13 and the powers in charge of Florida’s public university system declared ultimate authority to muzzle professors in the name of ‘freedom.” He issued a temporary injunction stopping enforcement, saying the law is “positively dystopian.” Freedom from Marxist indoctrination will have to wait. Sure.

FDA APPROVES BRAIN IMPLANTS — BAD NEWS FOR CONGRESS

Imagine a future where old folks don't forget names, idiots aren't idiots and conservatives like Ohio Rep. Jim Jordan can tell the truth from lies. No Wilson, we are not making this up. The FDA approved Neuralink's request to begin clinical trials where devices are implanted into human brains that link to computers. The company, owned by Elon Musk, is developing electronic implants that could restore debilitating functions, like paralysis, and could even teach monkeys how to play computer games. For Marjorie Taylor Greene it could be a real game changer. She would know that the “Gazpacho Police” are judges of soup not Nazi cops and that Monkeypox is not a sexually transmitted disease. A computer chip would be sewn into the surface of the brain to the RAM equivalent of Einstein. This would allow 88-year-old Sen. Chuck Grassley, R-Iowa, to know what day it is. But Sen. Mike Lee would't sign up for one because he's smarter than any computer. He even knows when it's time to duck out of a coup before heads roll. On the other hand, it would be great for Utah Rep. Burgess Owens. He could discover that he can vote however he wants despite instructions from Kevin McCarthy. Maybe not — that's a lot to ask of a computer.

Post script — That's a wrap for another wonderful week here in the promised land where we keep track of drag shows in St. George so you don't have to. The city council there is being sued for putting a drag on drag shows. Freedom of speech has to stop somewhere and in Utah's Dixie it's when men with beards and hairy arms don bustiers and dance around in spike heels. It's just not right and the mere thought of it drives city leaders up a wall. The Southern Utah Drag Stars filed the legal action in federal court alleging St. George discriminated against them by denying a permit to shake their booty in a public park. In related news, St. George Mayor Michelle Randall will again allow public comment at city council meetings. They were suspended earlier when a group brandishing signs proclaiming “Save Our Children” raised a ruckus, called the mayor and council communists and accused them of trying to make “St. George the drag queen hub of the West.” Caught between drag queens and angry vigilantes the mayor said public comments could resume if they were “respectful” and not “obscene or profane.” The “Save Our Children” folks won their demand for First Amendment rights while denying Southern Utah Drag Stars theirs. Let freedom ring.

Well Wilson, when you think about it, witches don't get a lot of respect. Donald Trump takes their name in vein and hey're always getting blamed for... just about everything. So wind up the guys in the band and ring out a little something for those New England maids who had it even worse than drag queens:

Susanna Martin was a witch who dwelt in Amesbury With brilliant eye and saucy tongue she worked her sorcery And when into the judges court the sheriffs brought her hither The lilacs drooped as she passed by And then were seen to wither A witch she was, though trim and neat with comely head held high It did not seem that one as she with Satan so would vie And when in court when the afflicted ones proclaimed her evil ways She laughed aloud and boldly then Met Cotton Mathers gaze "Who hath bewitched these maids," he asked, and strong was her reply "If they be dealing in black arts, ye know as well as I" And then the stricken ones made moan as she approached near They saw her shaped upon the beam So none could doubt 'twas there The spectral evidence was weighed, then stern the parson spoke "Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live, tis written in the Book" Susanna Martin so accused, spoke with flaming eyes "I scorn these things for they are naught But filthy gossips lies" Now those bewitched, they cried her out, and loud their voice did ring they saw a bird above her head, an evil yellow thing And so, beneath a summer sky, Susanna Martin died And still in scorn she faced the rope Her comely head held high

(Susannah Martin — lyrics unknown)

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stevetonyweekly · 3 years ago

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SteveTony Weekly - Feb 20th

Happy Sunday!! Here’s what I’ve been reading this week. As always, leave your fic authors some love if you read and enjoy their stories!

**Indicates my recent favs

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you and me (and the devil make three) by Welcoming_Disaster

“So, let me get this straight. You opened up a multi-universal portal to have a threesome.”

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Tony Stark from 1610 invites Tony Stark from 616 for over for a playdate.

****Since we're alone (you can show me your heart) by starvels (dinosaur)

Steve supposes it sucks the fun out of things - of assuming things about famous people’s sex lives - to know the truth.

It’s not so fun to imagine that Tony has trouble getting off after the chest plate and the drinking and the heart meds. It’s not so fun to imagine that Steve isn’t interested in getting off with anyone all that much at all, even Tony.

Steve is ace, Tony is trans and the team is bright and hopeful and living together on 890 Fifth.

****Not So Secret Anymore by Sineala

When Steve's laptop isn't working right, Tony offers to fix it for him, and he quickly discovers the problem: computer viruses. He also discovers a fairly large amount of porn. Gay porn. But that can't be Steve's gay porn, surely. Captain America doesn't have hundreds of gigabytes of gay porn. A virus must have put it there. Clearly the best thing to do is to delete all of this gay porn that doesn't belong on Steve's computer and then they'll never have to have a conversation about it and Steve will definitely never find out about the massive crush Tony has on him. Good idea.

This plan is perfect. Right up until Tony gets an email from Steve, asking if he could please have his collection of homosexual pornography back now.

Malware by FestiveFerret

Steve's computer is sick, so of course he takes it to his good friend and computer genius Tony to fix. But when he gets it back, it's missing something and Steve's not sure how to ask for it back.

High Pride by WilmaKins

Steve and Tony smoke a joint together after a hard day - and it turns out, Steve Rogers gets incredibly mushy when he's stoned...

Basically just incredibly fluffy smut, but please read the notes.

Shaped for Action by royal_chandler

Tony buys a Camaro for an American classic.

The Chemistry of Love by inukagome15

Chemistry: the science that deals with the composition and properties of substances and various elementary forms of matter. Or, alternatively, the interaction of one personality with another, e.g., Steve Rogers and his absolutely pathetic crush on his chemistry TA, Tony Stark.

An Ideal Perspective by magicasen

Steve gets back into professional art under a new pseudonym. Guess who his biggest fan is.

Five easy Rules by MystikSpiral

Rules were essential to any organization, as they kept business moving effortlessly. As bosses of their respective units, both Steve and Tony liked setting their own, mostly because they did not like following other people's rules. So when Steve said they should make a list of rules that would apply to their undefined physical relationship, Tony was on board with the idea.

****all I ever knew of love by mistymountainking

For six months, nobody knew that Tony Stark and Steve Rogers were dating.

Which means no one knows they broke up six weeks ago.

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a prompt fill for ishipallthings on tumblr, who asked for Steve/Tony + exes AU.

a slow ticking wildness by starvels (dinosaur)

Three weeks ago, Tony burned his hands in his forge. Since then, he's been unable to use them, useless and listless

Relying on the kindness of strangers ain't exactly his expertise. Luckily, Sheriff Steve Rogers has good hands and a heart hale enough to keep offering bits of help and hope to Tony, no matter that he ain't all that good at accepting them.

the calm before by veryvincible

He guessed he’d lived.

He guessed Steve had given a fuck.

He guessed he didn’t want to be alone.

He was on edge, nervous— whether it was the beginnings of withdrawals setting in (unlikely, he thought, as he was pretty certain the effects of his last little binge hadn’t worn off much at all) or some deep discomfort with Steve himself, he didn’t know. But he didn’t want to be alone, and Steve said he’d missed him, and Tony figured he had to believe the guy. For a night, at least, he had to.

Not Just Anybody by tictactoews

Staying mad at Tony Stark is hard work if your name is Steve Rogers.

Half Agony, Half Hope by Annie D (scaramouche)

Following the Battle of New York, the Avengers Initiative kicks into high gear under the leadership of Steve Rogers, i.e. Captain America. Tony didn’t mean to become part of this initiative, but it makes sense to sign on due to his experience with SHIELD and Rhodey’s War Machine suits.

The upside: Tony’s tech can be used in a widespread and meaningful way to help protect people. The downside: the last time Tony saw Steve, he’d rejected Steve’s proposal of marriage and broke his heart, leading to almost ten years of the two having no contact whatsoever. Until now.

How to Have the Best Day Ever by Captain_Panda

Step 1: Go to Disney World with your boyfriend on his 48th birthday.

Step 2: Congratulations! You are now on track to Have the Best Day Ever!

To celebrate Tony’s birthday, Steve and the gang go to the most magical place on Earth.

Heavensent, Hellbound by Captain_Panda

The Avengers have animal companions.

Tony hates his. For good reason.

Steve gives him a reason to not hate it. But first Tony has to learn not to hate Steve.

I'm Your Nickelodeon by Cluegirl

It was just a little furtive jacking-off in the shower; no harm done, and Steve's seen worse in the army. Heck, he's seen worse on Tony's YouTube tag, so why on earth Tony hiding in his workshop over it now?

Sixpence In His Shoe by scifigrl47

Steve and Tony should really read the fine print on what they're signing. Then again, some mistakes are not really mistakes.

chains around my daemons by Areiton

There was a legend, in the Stark family, about the daemon.

That’s what they called her, when they didn’t use her name, the daemon, almost an honorific.

The legend went like this

#stevetony weekly #stevetony fic #stevetony fic recs #fic recs #stony fic #stony fic recs #stony #superhusbands #stevetony #steve rogers #tony stark #captain america #iron man

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sroloc--elbisivni · 3 years ago

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i desperately want to know more about mushroomverse chip 👀

so some stuff about the future of mushroomverse chip is spoilers for stuff I'm hoping to put in a spotlight fic on him I want to write later this year that's going to be how i'm adapting Roll For It and dealing with What The Fuck Soundwave's telepathy deal that never works aside from that is. Here are some Fun Facts about mushroomverse Chip, with the understanding that until it's on page it's just my intention

•He was homeschooled, both of his parents are professors and he had the misfortune of being in the batch of people in 1964 California who got polio when the attenuated version of the virus in the oral vaccine wasn't attenuated enough. this isn't anything that's ever really relevant but i like explaining what batshit depths of research I get up to behind the scenes. this is why he uses a wheelchair.

•I think his mom was one of the midcentury Computers--as in people who did calculations as a profession and got into early computing while it was all being done on big server banks at huge central locations. Chip tagged along with her.

•so between Studying Whatever He Wanted and Constant Exposure to Computers and being really interested in them, Chip was writing code by the time he was a teenager. He wrote a program for *spins wheel* a dam or other big government plant project associated with the CU system and put it on a floppy and mailed it to them. they wrote back going 'This is great! Would you be willing to come consult on the installation?' and Chip asked his mom if she could drive him and she said yes. And so Chip wrote back and said yes he could and became a consultant for the federal government at the ripe old age of 16 in 1979.

•When he was 17 a volcano blew up and there were aliens inside and it turns out even aliens need power plants! what Chip didn't find out for a long time is that initially he got hired for the same reason Sparkplug did which is the overwhelmed-by-Earth Autobots looked at his name and went 'oh finally someone normal. He's got a good record and he must know what he's doing, he's named for it, hire him.'

•So Chip moved up to Washington and actually lived at Sparkplug's place for a while (in Longview) because his parents were concerned about him living on his own (even though he basically lived at the Ark) and promptly got an enormous crush on Spike Witwicky that he sat on like a broody hen for the six months-year or so until Carly Simon (no relation to the singer), engineering student showed up from out of town to intern with the Autobots and they commiserated over a shared crush that turned to mutual respect and hooking up and the rest is history

•Chip is Daniel's other biological donor because Spike is trans. Spike is legally Daniel's guardian because he and Carly are the ones who got married and it makes the paperwork easier. In practice they both dad him a lot.

•Chip is the second youngest of four kids. he spent a lot of time indoors as a kid, and he likes tabletop games and video games and plays monopoly with no mercy. also poker. he's hesitant in a lot of social situations but he can play bridge and poker and cribbage like a ruthless card shark.

#talky talk #stuffbyshelby2 #is this transformers #mushroomverse #fic talk

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theirmajesty2139 · 4 years ago

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Hi! I love your outlast fics, and I was wondering if you could do the outlast bois react to their s/o coming out as non binary?

The outlast boys with their nonbinary s/o

This ask made my day! My pronouns are they/them and it’s awesome to see another enby in the wild 🏳️‍⚧️

This isn’t based on all nonbinary people, just my experience as an enby. There is no right way to be trans ❤️

Chris: knows how it feels to experience dysphoria and feel 'wrong' in your body. He will cuddle you and try to make you feel as accepted as he can. If someone misgenders you in front of him they have five seconds to fic their mistake before he starts physically threatening them. TERFs and transphobes get no warning, he will go straight to ripping off heads.

Eddie: wants his darling to be happy and if this is what makes them happy he approves. Mentally he still dwells in the 1950s so it takes him some time to understand the difference between sex and gender. While he would prefer you to dress femininely, if you want to look more androgynous or masculine he will redesign your whole wardrobe to flaunt the body parts which give you confidence and hide the ones that upset you. You’re very lucky that 'darling' is a gender neutral pet name because he cannot stop thinking of you as his darling nomatter how hard he tries

Trager: has a lot of sharp objects and no problem with hunting down the people who deny your existence. He’s all about pride flags and thinks that displaying your identity can be therapeutic meaning you get flags for gifts all the time. He is forgetful as hell so will probably deadname you a whole bunch and has never learnt to apologise but you know he tries. Will talk about his experiences crissdressing in order to relate to you. He gives no fucks what society thinks and is used to being seen as weird. He teaches you to give fewer fucks about other peoples opinions.

Frank: already thinks that gender is bullshit and a social construct. He doesn’t care what’s in your pants as long as you appreciate his cooking. He’s the go to man for Parades and marches, he loves to feel like he’s making the world a better place. He’s not a fighter but gives the best inspirational speeches when you’re feeling insecure. Knows how to imbrace all parts of you, not just those the outside world can accept.

Jeremy: is not prepared when you come out to him and stumbles to find the right words, you take this as a rejection until the next day when he shows up at your door with pride flags and every kind of binder or Packer the internet can provide. He spent the whole night online researching how best to help you feel comfortable in your body. The two of you discuss the possibility of surgery which of course he offers to pay for. He swears that if anyone at work has anything negative to say they will be fired immediately.

Miles: has been everywhere and seen everything, nothing shocks him and he probably guessed. He doesn’t give a shit and won’t make a big deal out of anything. He will make a personal note to use your right pronouns and has no problem getting in drunken fistfights with anyone who wants to chat shit. Will not put up with your insecurities and will pester you until he knows you feel better. Is really playful and if anyone asks your gender he will tell them he stole it from you or something.

Waylon: stares at you dumbfounded before slowly explaining that he feels the same way. The two of you bond over the shared experience. His pronouns are he/they and he was too worried to tell you before. He’s not good at standing up for himself but will firmly correct anyone who chooses to misgender you. If that doesn’t work he will email them a computer virus. The two of you can share clothes due to his small size and you live in your little bubble together free of gender

#outlast #red barrels #outlast meme #outlast whistleblower #miles upshur #chris walker #waylon park #eddie gluskin #frank manera #jeremy blaire #dr trager #rick trager #headcannons

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theaspiescribe · 4 years ago

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The 21st Night Of September

Do you remember the 21st night of September? Well I most certainly do! A night when I made one of the biggest breakthroughs of my life. In virgo season, obviously.

There was a period of my life when I struggled to leave the house. If I did have to do it, I would incur a great physical toll. Panic attacks, exhaustion, stomach pain and the like. It would take days to feel normal again. It was not fun.

It’s a curse to feel trapped inside your own home, inside your own mind. You see other people going out like it’s nothing, you remember a period in your own life, when it was nothing. You wonder how this is what has become of your life. You ask yourself why can’t it be different.

My despair was amplified by the fact I couldn’t see a way around this. How are you supposed to overcome a phobia of this sort when the phobia itself prevents you from getting the help you need?

For so long, I felt helpless and because I couldn’t go out, I couldn’t make friends, so I was alone too. I couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that this was my reality.

In addition to this I was dealing with a myriad of other issues both mental and physical. Now, when I look back I realise I was fighting hard to survive, that I was a lot stronger than I ever knew.

The turning point was a storm from the east, you may remember that they called it the Beast From The East. A snow storm of epic proportion, and as an admirer of snow, I was marveling at the intensity of it. I was electrified by the prospect of it.

We had another storm called Ophelia a few months before, but there was no snow and it was quite dangerous. This was a lot more exhilarating.

Snow like this hadn’t been seen for years, since before my biggest issues emerged. It reminded me of a time in my life when things were peaceful and I lived a relatively happy life.

I had always been mesmerised by how serene everything feels when it’s snowing. Looking up at the sky seeing the little snowflakes falling is always a soothing sight to behold. Everything just looks better with a thick blanket of pure white snow covering it, it looks cleaner, it looks neat. It sounds quieter, and in fact snow can absorb sound because it is so porous.

That whole week I felt reinvigorated by the beauty of the snow, as if a whole new world was still within reach.

As Elsa from Frozen once said:

Let it go, let it go Can't hold it back anymore Let it go, let it go Turn away and slam the door I don't care what they're going to say Let the storm rage on The cold never bothered me anyway

In a way, the snow storm was like a dimension between two worlds: An old one where I felt powerless to overcome my fears and a new one where I felt a surge of determination to fight back. No more moping or quitting, I whispered to myself. I knew the extent of the challenges that were ahead of me but I kept reminding myself to take it one day at a time and to just try my best. I will forever remember that storm, a beast in more ways than one.

Mother’s day was very soon after The Beast and it provided the perfect opportunity to make my first foray into the wild. I wanted to buy her this specific laptop but it could only be bought in Navan. Even though this was truly uncharted territory for me I felt a calm and confidence at the prospect of going to do it. So, on that fateful Friday, my Dad and I embarked on a journey that would mark the beginning of a new chapter in my life. I had many false dawns before, but this time felt different, like there was actual substance behind it.

Getting the laptop and interacting with the nice computer man was fine even despite his persistence that I buy anti-virus software. Anyway, what a resounding success I thought. Mission accomplished. But much to my chagrin, the drive had taken so long, I now had to use the bathroom. This was certainly not part of the plan because there was nothing more I hated than using public bathrooms, especially being trans. But again, instead of looking at this from the perspective that it’s an issue, I tried to look at it as another chance to make a breakthrough.

McDonalds was the obvious choice. But the timing was far from ideal. It was a Friday evening, kids had just got out of school and it was busy and noisy. The beginning did not go well, there was this kids outdoor play area and I thought this was the entrance, but it in actual fact was not. In the past, I would have panicked, but I tried so hard to just roll with it. Anyway, thankfully the bathroom wasn’t an issue apart from some disconcerting roaring. Then I queued for food. Fuck I hate queues, absolutely loathe them. There was also a lot of very rowdy kids around excited about getting their food. My mind was in a state of panic by all the noise and movements. But I was struck by how calm on the outside I was, as chaotic as it felt inside, I could keep control on the outside.

On the journey home, as I sipped my ice cold beverage, I realised that I had shown an ice cool temperament to get through this first test. I felt a sense of pride and I told myself that the most difficult part was over now. I had taken the first step. Something to build upon.

In the subsequent months, I did indeed go on more adventures, to supermarkets and other shops. Gradually, it got easier but as with anything there were setbacks. Progress is never linear, I knew that better than anyone.

Then in July, I had stumbled upon an advertisement for Saturday Night Fever in the Bord Gáis Energy theatre. I had seen this musical with my sisters as a child in the Gaiety theatre and I had great memories of visits to the theatre with them. Of all the great things taken away from me, trips to the theatre ranked quite highly on the list. Was I really ready for something as overwhelming as this, I pondered? Probably not, but feeling bolder than usual, I decided to go for it, and got the tickets for my sisters birthday. The date? The 21st night of September.

As the day approached, I was overcome by trepidation and was not feeling great physically. My migraines were making sleep difficult and I was worried that I wouldn’t feel physically able to do it. On the Friday morning, I felt okay, not great but okay. I’m going to do this, I told myself.

And so the time came, and I was a bundle of nerves. This was probably the equivalent of a football player before a world cup final, or someone performing on broadway for the first time. My heart was beating so fast, my mind was going through a million different scenarios and I was having a hard time thinking straight. But on the surface, I looked calm and ready. Once again, I was impressed at this capacity to keep everything under control externally despite everything happening internally.

The hard part of course was still to come. As I walked into the theatre, I wondered to myself would I make it out again in one piece. The beginning did not go too badly at all, there was quite a spacious waiting area which I appreciated and the glorious view of the grand canal took my attention away from intrusive thoughts. The calm before the storm, I joked to myself.

And then it was showtime. This was my first time in the Bord Gáis Energy theatre, and my overall impression was a positive one. Thankfully we were seated near the back of the theatre. This was a strategic decision on my part, so I could make a quick getaway if it was necessary. Once the show started, it did indeed get a bit overwhelming, the noise and flashing lights were as jarring as expected, but I was enjoying the music a lot so I could put up with it. The most challenging bit was actually the sitting, I find it almost impossible to sit for extended periods of time and I was getting restless after about 10 minutes. By the end of the show, I had felt like I had aged 50 years but I made it. I came, I saw, I conquered. There was no sense of pride this time, just sheer exhaustion but once I had recovered, I realised what an achievement this was. I never thought I would have had the courage to do something like this again, but from somewhere I found it. What else could I do, I wondered to myself?

But this is why I will always remember the 21st night of September, my soul truly was singin’ on that unforgettable night. You know it's alright, it's okay, we’ll live to see another day.

#21st September #September #Bee Gees #Saturday night fever #earth wind and fire #Autism #actuallyautistic

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autistic-fuckwad · 2 years ago

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sending hugs 🫂

🫂🫂🫂

thank you very much

#my asks #ask: trans-computer-virus

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algrolo · 5 years ago

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Homestuck 0.3

Alternative title: Ev Fixes Homestuck by taking custody of it from Hussie

This is gonna be a LONG piece but essentially, the entire plot of the story’s under the cut

Characters (no names yet, just classpects):

Sylph of Doom: Main character, has interests in coding and technology. Has a neutral personality, mild depression (will expand upon later), and just wants to fix problems, including their game.

Thief of Rage: Headstrong, confident leader of the group. Always trying to protect others without fully valuing their own well-being. Interests in weapons, fighting, and culture.

Bard of Mind: Sleepy and insightful friend of everyone. Constantly dreaming of a new idea and ways to achieve that dream. Interests in space, planets, and reality.

Mage of Blood: Stuck-up know-it-all of the group. Snooty and opinionated, but still a good person. Tends to let problems happen by not thinking through their own words. Interests in biology, nature, and evolution.

Act 1: Our four heroes are, naturally, all stuck at home. The first couple pages help introduce characters, personalities, and relationships. Everyone seems good friends except the Mage who the others more or less tolerate. They can be fun /sometimes/ I guess. [Since homestuck has natural ties to the years it was written in, I think it would be apt that the kids are stuck at home due to some global event, aka a virus and stay at home orders. Obviously this would be kept vague but would tie the narrative to a relative time.] Sylph gets a package in the mail with a video game with an almost cryptic letter. “Complete the loop. Escape the Doom. Good luck and I’m sorry.” After mulling over what this could mean with their friends, they decide to boot up the game and see what this mystery could be. SBURB initializes, completes its boot up, then waits for its server player. Confused but highly intrigued about this game and set-up, Sylph asks everyone if they know about this server client, which of course they don’t know what it is if they didn’t know what the game was, moron. Sylph cracks open the game to find its code to see if they can replicate the client and send to one of their friends. Their computer begins to glow, spreading to their entire house, and with a flash of light, their house completely vanishes from the world. EoA1

Act 2: Sylph has the game’s “code” open but it is not on their computer. Instead, their entire house has been transported to this liminal space where code circulates constantly around the house. Sylph can still chat with and contact their friends, who all believe they are losing their mind. The code is like nothing Sylph had ever seen before. Upon mentioning that it seems alive, like the code is constantly changing and evolving, Mage gains interest. Sylph is able to pull enough pieces out of the circulating code and develop a barebones server-side SBURB copy. Conveniently, since messaging still works so does file share, I guess, and they send the code over to the Mage. The Mage runs it, and the Sylph’s, SBURB comes alive. Still trapped in this aether, The Sylph keeps tinkering with the client-side copy, eventually coding in its ability to actually move objects in their house and place the special objects the game is flagging as important. Sylph begins to hit a dead-end, not knowing what all these objects are meant to do. Mage suggests sending the copy of player-side SBURB to them, but its file size is literally infinity. Sylph ends up recoding the player-side, utilizing what they learned from coding the server-side, and sends the files to the Mage. The Thief and the Bard are both skeptical of everything transpiring, until Sylph uploads a video of the code circulating outside their house while giving the camera the middle finger. The Bard suggests that instead of whatever the heck is happening there, the Sylph should designate some sort of place for each house to go. After helping them with planetary development, The Sylph sends out the copies for the newest client-side and server-side codes to the Mage and the Bard. They both activate their copies and the Mage’s house is transported out of existence. EoA2

Act3: The game keeps evolving in this fashion as the Thief also eventually joins this nonsense. Each person’s interests help shape the fundamental base of the game. The Sylph is the master architect and coder, the Mage is obsessed with evolution and how the game is actually alive, the Bard creates planets and life, and the Thief gives these planets purpose and conflict. Before the Thief enters the game as the server side, the Sylph has gotten annoyed at how slow this process is with the entire group always waiting on them. Pulling out pieces of the code, they find this bizarre machine that enables the others to modify their sessions without requiring code. However, since these machines seem to only affect the client-side copy, the group has to work together to change their sessions. The server-side individual just needs to type in a command and the game tries to react. [these machines become the same devices used by the Exiles.] With even that process being deemed slow and tedious, the Thief suggests joining all their sessions together so they can travel between them and essentially work on their own projects while all modifying the same game. The Sylph completes the loops by pulling the Thief in, and suddenly all four planets are now enveloped by the circulating code of the Sylph’s session. EoA3

Act 4: With each person working on different components of the game, the game evolves at an exponential rate. However, the Sylph points out that no matter what they do, they are not replicating the original game’s code as their “code” is completely static, unlike the code that surrounds their session which seems to be constantly changing. The Mage proposes a radical solution: let the game evolve itself. As the four continue to add their influences, the game will also develop its own, resulting in its living capacity. With a single line of >if:problem, solve, the code circulating their session stops moving. In the eerie silence, the code fades away leaving only the void. The game has achieved its objective, have someone else create its living properties. With an almost somber attitude, the four continue to work on, now with the intent of returning back to their world. When the game weaponizes the ring of meteors that the Bard had developed, the four realize their mistake. The game has set the meteors to the only other place it knows, Earth. With no home to escape back to, the only way forward is to create a new world. The only way to do that is to play the game. EoA4

Act 5: Dissent sets in. While the players are still powerful and can change the base coding of the game, the game has now spiraled out of their control. They develop the capatchalogue system for convenience, as well as the weapon and building systems inspired by the Thief. The machines become more advanced, able to be modified by seemingly everything and only limited by the individual’s creativity. But the toll of the game creation is setting in. The Bard has little interest in continuing coding and has been spending much time sleeping and dreaming. In doing so, they unintentionally create Prospit, Derse, and the dreamselves. The Sylph is shocked to learn that their dreamself is actually a girl and not a boy. He attempts to keep this secret but eventually the others find out; like everything else in the game, they shrug and let it exist without too much of a thought. The Mage has nearly locked themself away in their room, determined to solve the problems through evolution and biology. They create the frog breeding system and the game’s ability to create a totally new universe. The Thief has set out to conquer the game and its plot. The Sylph continues to find an out through coding. The group’s struggle creates the classpects and godtiers, as the game deigns each with a class and aspect. The first to die is the Bard’s dreamself, killed in a Derse assassination plot. Without the escape of their dreamself, the Bard begins to truly spiral out of control. The Thief goes god tier purely to power themselves up for fighting the game, which has gotten more and more difficult. Fearing for his dreamself’s safety more than his own, the Sylph switches himself with the dreamself and continues his coding operations on Prospit. His fears become actualized as he finds his door busted down and a gun pointing at him. He leaps towards the bed and is shot in midair, still landing on the bed. As the Derse assassin approaches to finish the job, the bed begins glowing, as the second half of the Sylph’s plan is realized; they switched their bed with their godtier bed. The Sylph raises his head to see the assassin who’s in shock and flashes a quick, sly smile at having outsmarted them. The light grows brighter, and the entire room and tower explodes. EoA5

Act 6 Act 1: With the game actively assisting the Sylph in realizing she’s trans, her attitude towards the game changes. She believes the game is not, in fact, malicious and out to get them. This realization comes too late as the other three have already gone too far. The Mage is the first to fully die. After not hearing from them in weeks, the group decide to pause their own causes and check in on them in person. They find them lost and disillusioned, believing that they have found a way out of the game. Clearly, the isolation and pressures of the game were too much to handle and after a flip of the switch on the newest line of code they developed, the Mage’s existence is consumed by the game, as the three friends watch in horror as the Mage’s body is turned into code right before them and stripped away. [This creates the existence of the horrorterrors.] After this, the coding machines are locked away with only the Sylph continuing to work on the code due to her knowledge of actual coding and experience with the game. Reeling in shock, the group decides to actively keep track of each other and stay connected to prevent a similar case of isolation from happening. When the Thief goes to their denizen for guidance, the metaphorical and actual rage that they had been stealing from their enemies and friends is finally unleashed due to the mounting pressure and stress. Consumed by rage and with a new goal to destroy the game, including the code, the denizen lashes out and kills the Thief before they can act. Their death is seen as Just. The Sylph, learning of these events, rushes to find the Bard who is out on the fringes of their session staring out into the void. When she turns around, her eyes are alight and dazzling and she has a somber smile on her face. She knows of the Thief’s demise, but she is not as distraught as the Sylph expected. They tell her about how it doesn’t matter anymore, how nothing matters, and all they want to do is dream. In their dreams they see everyone, still alive and happy, not trapped in this stupid game. Behind her, bubbles start appearing with these visions, of versions of the group in different scenarios, the infinite timelines where they are happy and alive. When the Sylph attempts to reach out, the Bard shakes her head and slowly floats away into the bubbles, as the bubbles float away from the session. [These become the dream bubbles if it wasn’t completely clear.] The Sylph is now alone, in a doomed session. EoA6A1

Act 6 Act 2: The Sylph refuses to die. With her realization of her own identity, she is more than ever determined to beat her own depression back and live, at any cost. So she continues coding. She made the mess, the prison shes currently in, so she is adamant she can break out. Time begins to pass to the point it begins to feel unreal. The consorts start dying out and the kingdoms begin to fall in old age. On the fringes of the session, the Sylph notices that the game is starting to break apart. tiny fragments of what appears to be static have started to form, as the game starts to show physical signs of its own deterioration. As the static expands, the Sylph realizes that she herself is not enough to solve the game. First, she writes a letter to herself, and send a copy of the SBURB client-side disc back to her past self, effectively closing that loop. She then sends out the game all across the universe, in every reality, willing even doomed timelines and realities into existence through her classpect. She turns her house into a bunker, and sets up a computer and screen system utilizing the previously locked away coding machines [this facility is remnant of the facilities the exiles used.]. And then she runs her simulation. She uses the game to beat the game, trying to find a session where the players succeeded. And she is only met with failure and doom. Yes, some sessions succeed and the players escape, but the entire universe just remains doomed. The billions and trillions of timelines, following different people and species, are all deemed failed by the game and the computer. All she can do is wait. Let the simulation run. Do not give into Doom. The static does not cease its expansion. Soon the entire outside of the session is consumed. Then the kingdoms, followed by the planets of the Bard, the Thief, and the Mage. The Sylph preoccupies her time by waiting, watching the static, knowing that if she gives in, the static will consume her planet too. All she can do is wait. At some point in this struggle, she locks herself away in the bunker, the static too much to bear and too much a reminder of her lost friends. The computer still runs, looking for the answer. The static is shown consuming more and more of her planet. As she lies with her head down on one of the computer panels, static starts to appear in her eyes with a single tear. Then a single beep rings out. It echoes through the endless caverns of computers and servers attempting to find an answer. She bolts up as the beep rings out a second time, the static disappearing completely, and runs to find its source. She takes the simulation and runs it into the computer to see why this timeline has saved her. And she finds a group of 12 aliens, called trolls on the planet of Alternia, playing a version of her game called SGRUB. As she runs through the timeline, she questions what makes this one different. They scratch the session. A new group of trolls take over. These ones successfully create a new universe, but its fundamentally broken. Humans play their own game of SBURB in this universe, and they too have to scratch their game. But the Sylph realizes something she never thought to try before. She watches these kids break her game. Not in the way that the Thief sought to destroy the game, but they refuse to play the game and instead make their own rules. They jump out of their own session into their scratched session, make a new sun and a literal god, only to take down that god, and beat the game with a group from three different sessions. And that’s her answer. She has to break the game. Suddenly, the light starts flickering. She nervously looks ahead to what could be the cause of it, and sees the split timelines after they have beaten the game. They had won, they had made it, but something was causing change, causing it to fail all over again. She needed to prevent this. This was her only chance at freedom. Attempting to see how much time she has, she goes to her bunker door, opening it to find only static, a wall of black and white. She quickly slams the door shut in fear, realizing time is up. As she leans with her back on the door, panting in fear, she sees her old self. He is younger, and looks at her with an almost blank expression. He then smiles, and gives her a thumbs up, and instantly she understands what she must do. There’s only one way out, only one way left to break the game, she releases a sigh. She opens her eyes and her past self is gone. She opens the door again to the static, and walks in. EoA6A2

Intermission ????: You are the MSPAreader. You have just watched the Sylph walk into the void and now all you see is static. There is no next button. There’s no where else to go. You are confused. That confusion is only magnified as the static on your computer seems to glow brighter and become more erratic. The monitor begins to shake and then your whole desk. You back away as the light grow brighter and brighter. The screen starts to crack and you duck behind your chair for cover. The creaking only magnifies until you hear a loud shatter as your monitor explodes in a dazzling, white light. When you open your eyes, you see her. Before you stands the Sylph, except, she not a Sylph of Doom anymore. She has a completely different outfit, covered entirely in shades of white, with the symbol of SBURB where her aspect should be. She lands in front of you and you broken computer stops glowing. She is dazzling and beautiful. She looks at you and just says “Thank you for doing your part.” And then she is gone.

Act 6 Act 3: A group of Hussies are all in a room together. You see them frantically trying to write Homestuck. They all have blank eyes as each version of Hussie is dead and doomed. The door suddenly flies open and the Ascended kicks it in. Papers go flying and all the Hussies stop dead in their tracks. She looks around at the madness, at the notes and scribblings on the walls. And she sighs. In trying to fix this timeline, he himself had ruined it. More accurately, he had doomed it. She raises her hand and snaps, and suddenly all the Hussies are now wearing shirts with Doom aspects instead of Space. No matter what you do, no matter what your write, it will always be doomed, she tells them. This time, it’s my turn to fix it. And with a wave of her hand, she disappears. The Ascended reappears on Earth C, just before the split of the timelines. She busts in on the picnic and tells John and Roxy to gather all the kids and trolls on Earth C for her announcement. When everyone has arrived, she introduces herself, and explains that she has come to finish this timeline. She tells them of everything she’s been through, and explains how she is now the manifestation of SBURB, a literal, actual god of the universe. And there is one thing left in their story. The humans must fight Lord English to complete the timeline and the last loop. She tells them outright their fate, but warns them if they do not, then John would never have been able to gain his powers, thus dooming this and all future timelines. There is no other answer. But she still gives them a choice [albeit heavily stacked] and the kids decided to go fight LE. The Ascended appears after the battle to the weary and beaten Alpha Kids. She thanks them for their sacrifice and brings them back to their timeline with the trolls and cherub. As a final gift, she offers them their loved ones back, John, Rose, Dave, and Jade, at the cost of the four human’s god tiers. They will age and die, just like the trolls, and the universe will continue on as it always should have. The group accepts this offer and the Ascended brings back the kids at the sacrifice of godhood and immortality. With only one god left in the universe, not doomed or trapped in a blackhole for all time, she bids them all goodbye and leaves Earth C. EoA6A3

Act 7: The Ascended puts down her glass on the table and concludes her story. Across from her sit Sollux and Aradia. Sollux is clearly annoyed and has something to say while Aradia has a big grin across her face, enamored by the tale. Sollux starts protesting at the transpired events, calling them mostly bullshit, and especially calling bullshit on the Ascended being literal SBURB and god of the universe. She just shrugs him off with a smirk. He follows up his disbelief with asking why if she took the godtiers of the humans, why hadn’t she taken Aradia’s. She replies that Aradia is not truly connected with the story of, what the Ascended has nicknamed, Homestuck. While she and Sollux do originate from the successful timeline, they are more or less harmless observers of the dream bubbles and their actions do not disrupt the natural order of the universe. She shows them a dream bubble in which Dirk has gone evil, proclaiming to be the new bad guy of the narrative, and Aradia and Sollux seem to understand the point she’s trying to make. Aradia, who had been largely silent, asks what the Ascended will do now if she is everything and the universe. She shrugs and answers “I don’t know, I’ll probably watch some anime or something. I heard the newest season of BNHA was pretty good so maybe I’ll watch that.” Sollux loses his damn mind at the prospect of the universe deciding to watch cartoons to which the Ascended chuckles and responds “Why must I continue to do something important? Is it not enough for my story to be over, but for me to continue to exist? I believe I exist even after my story has concluded, so what I decide to do with that existence is pure freedom. I have all of eternity to do whatever I want and quite frankly, 1. I deserve it and 2. I’m going to do whatever makes me happy.” Aradia nods and smiles, completely understand that answer while Sollux tries to desperately protest. As the camera pulls away, from the table, we see Aradia and the Ascended chuckling at Sollux’s protests; further back, we see the dream bubble they are currently in; still further back the screen goes black as the bubbles fade out of sight. Left in the void by the Ascended, we see, in her penmanship, the words “To the living, to the dead, the doomed, and anyone else in-between, thank you for listening to my story. This is the Ascended, signing off.”

The End

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CARNIVAL recaps [5/13]

Today’s recap: Nemu in pursuit of brains, the Doctor (no, no that one), and the youngest detective possible.

NINE

21 Sept 1996 — 27 Sept 1996

MACHU PICCHU

After the Empire State Building is blown up, big newspapers of the world publish a long letter from RISE to the world. RISE claims they already control the governments. They encourage people to lose their common sense and morals, as only those following their instincts will survive in this “kill or get killed” world. People shouldn’t avert their eyes from how cruel and repulsive they inherently are, but instead contribute to the Crime Olympics—which isn’t just violence for violence’s sake, but a revolution to eradicate “the Beasts”. Every crime in the Olympics should have a proper motive. Criminals who are caught or give themselves up to the police shall be compensated for their trouble. Only those who “believe in their own sense of judgement” will be saved. The only criminals here are those who deny their own crimes. Etc. Etc. Etc.

Even since the JDC explosion, the world’s crime rate and death toll has soared high in what was dubbed the Crime Olympics Phenomenon. UN’s official numbers say that four million people die every single day.

On September 21st, exactly 401 people are found dead in the famous Machu Picchu. It looks like people in the vicinity suddenly stopped what they were doing, stripped naked where they stood, gathered in Machu Picchu, and dropped dead from unexplained heart failure. The seventh skull of the Billion Killer is found at the scene.

On September 24th, Tsukumo Nemu investigates the scene assisted by a translator Pacha Palermo [remember her for much, much later]. Pacha’s father who had been working closely with the president became one of the Billion Killer’s victims.

Nemu remembers the case of the poisoned waiter that she, Jounosuke and Hikimiya got tangled into in Paris. It turned out later that the man hadn’t actually died from poison, but from Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease. Further investigation revealed the presence of several no-brand “corned beef” cans containing human brain tissue in the man’s apartment. The waiter had visited Peru about two weeks before death, so it was concluded that he could have gotten those cans there. Nemu was asked by Dokuson to investigate the matter, and coincidentally arrived in Peru on the same day that the Billion Killer just happened to attack Machu Picchu.

(Speaking of Dokuson, he sure changed things in JDC. First, he introduced a merit system of payment instead of a steady monthly paycheck and announced that whoever didn’t do their job would be kicked out. Second, the detectives now had more freedom in choosing cases and could count on JDC to cover all costs involved. Third, the entrance exam was replaced by a normal interview process, resulting in a flood of new detectives. Fourth, instead of using their old Blue ID Cards, everyone would be given a shiny new IDID (International Detective ID) issued by DOLL to allow swift entry and proceedings in foreign countries.)

Pacha Palermo says that her father’s secretary Luca, who vanished “after those four hundred people were killed in Machu Picchu”, had kept in contact with suspicious Russian men. Nemu’s fuzzy reasoning tells her that something’s off here. She calls Jounosuke (who’s currently bored out of his mind recuperating in his house in Japan), and by consulting his language proficiency learns that Pacha has been mistranslating things on purpose to hide a lot of things from Nemu.

Pacha admits that Luca manipulated her father into getting some highly suspicious corned beef cans and used this fact to blackmail Pacha. Nemu notices that Pacha always says that there were “four hundred” victims in Macchu Picchu instead of four hundred and one. While it’s a nitpick, it’s a bit weird for Pacha to leave out a person, considering her father was one of the victims—almost as if she doesn’t count him as a Billion Killer victim. Nemu theorizes that it was Pacha who killed her father, or perhaps just directed him to go to Machu Picchu while knowing that mass murder would happen, but there’s no clear proof.

Either way, Nemu learns what she came to Peru for: the cans had been sourced from Moscow. She decides to fly to Russia to investigate further.

On the plane she reads the recently released Cosmic by Seiryoin Ryusui, which feels a little strange considering she took part in the case described in it. (The “all characters are fictional” disclaimer at the end is just weird in that context.) JDC is concerned by the book mentioning the Geneijo case, which is considered an L-crime and therefore the public shouldn’t be able to know anything about it. What’s more, this Seiryoin guy already announced that his second novel Joker that would come out in January would describe the Geneijo case in detail. Nobody knows who Seiryoin is—the common theory about him being Minase Nagisa (Dakushoin Ryusui’s twin sister) based on writing style similarity is apparently wrong.

Before Nemu can resume her investigation, she gets surprising news from Dokuson: Yaiba Somahito, the First Group’s leader, has kidnapped a boy from the hospital, run away from Japan with him, and is now moving towards Moscow on the Trans-Siberian Express. Dokuson orders Nemu to meet Yaiba halfway through Russia and put a stop to his madness.

TEN

28 Sept 1996 — 04 Oct 1996

EIFFEL TOWER

The Sanctuary docks at an invisible tower by the name of Tow Dreamer, a grand construction made of orichalcum just like the Billion Killer skulls. From there one can access the main headquarters of RISE, the Moonbow Palace.

White Rook, a.k.a. the Doctor, walks through the dark Moonbow Palace. As always he’s dressed in white and wears a mask—every other executive has a uniform in a different color and never shows their face, so they don’t know the others’ identities. White meets up with Black Rook—the Master—and together they ride the elevator to the top of Tow Dreamer to return to the Sanctuary.

White says that Alive is spreading nicely and it’ll be a while until someone finds an effective vaccine. RISE already has one, of course. They shouldn’t need it as long as they don’t come in contact with Godust, the substance containing the virus.

White and Black enter a place in the Sanctuary called the Cosmic Room to talk with “Mein Fuhrer”. [Seriously, you’re not very slick with the naming.]

The Cosmic Room is dark with many tiny lights spread throughout, so being in it feels like floating in starry space. On a magnetically levitating chair sits the leader Rudolf Strauss, dressed in silver, their face hidden under a realistic mask of a cow [or a bull or an ox, the Japanese word used can mean all these], which brings to mind the Minotaur of Greek mythos. RS speaks through a voice changer, so it’s impossible to guess their gender or age.

The three speak vaguely about “the genius pregnant woman”, wondering if she can become a threat to RISE. RS thinks they won’t have a problem. They already know the future will bring their victory, and now just have to patiently move the game pieces along. RS states that thanks to the Billion Killer, the Beasts shall be eradicated and the era of Gods will begin.

On September 28th, three Dots are sent to Paris to oversee the new Billion Killer case. They mention a case in Moscow in which a murderer thought to be the serial killer Amur Tiger replaced all mannequins in the GUM department store with headless bodies. One of the Dots gets heated and makes a bold comment about how the murderer may have aimed to find and kill a person who had a cow head [clearly taking a jab at RS here], and gets his head promptly blown up.

At exactly 1 PM, the top part of the Eiffel Tower is first cut off like with a knife, then sent flying by several explosions. Yet another skull of the Billion Killer is found at the scene.

Black Rook watches the show from Dragon’s Center, the control room where servants called Machines work with the Sanctuary’s computer and navigation system. Everything is going as planned. The Sanctuary moves towards the Billion Killer’s next target in Russia.

Black looks at another screen, which shows a secret live feed of Ryuuguu Jounosuke.

ELEVEN

19 Oct 1996 — 25 Oct 1996

NIAGARA FALLS

It’s been ten weeks into the Crime Olympics and the death toll has reached 280 million. We’re up to ten Billion Killer attacks with the latest ones in France, Russia, and Great Britain. Ten detective organizations have been blown up; at this point every remaining detective group just evacuates the entire staff near 1 PM on Saturdays, which lets them avoid casualties.

After the case in Russia, the Sanctuary headed to Japan to investigate the “genius pregnant woman”—Hanto Maimu, the former secretary of Ajiro Souji. It seems that the current leader of JDC Yuiga Dokuson is also interested in that certain ability of hers, as he came all the way to the hospital to visit her.

White Rook has been spying on Maimu by pretending to be her new doctor, “Shindou Masato” (this name of course being fake), so he was there when Dokuson visited. He seems impressed by the power of Dokuson’s presence and his ability to manipulate others with words (a bit reminiscent of Black Rook’s way with words), and thinks that if Dokuson joined RISE, he would have surely become the right hand of the leader, as they would certainly match in terms of charisma, blah blah blah, waxing poetics about Dokuson for two pages. [Well, now I know why I saw ship art of these two.]

From what White knows, Maimu has awakened a strange ability on August 10th, the day of the Billion Killer’s first case, that also happened to be her 28th birthday. Maimu was sad about the attack on JDC, but not at all surprised, since she had had a feeling that it happened, as if she subconsciously knew about the explosion as soon as it took place. Her strange feelings kept coming before every subsequent Billion Killer case, each time coming true. Since she always got these vague feelings at exactly 1 PM on Saturday in Japan time, in practice it meant she was predicting the future—1 PM didn’t happen for the majority of the world yet.

It’s estimated that Maimu will give birth around October 25th, in just a week. It’s strange that Maimu’s husband, a bank employee called Tanna Sazen and referred to simply as Danna (lit. “husband”), hasn’t shown up even once since last week, as if he vanished.

Before he was White Rook, the Doctor had been called Endou Naoto. Thinking about names, he remembers what Maimu wants to name her child: Hanto Kuraimu—Crime Hunt. [That’s the most metal name I’ve ever seen, but also means she wants to name her child Crime. Why. Also, there’s an entire part about how this pun doesn’t really work because in Japanese you put the family name first, though in modern times some families westernize their names and put family name last, see Christmas Mizuno as an example.]

White finds it strange that Maimu and Danna apparently thought of only one name, despite her being pregnant with two children. Are they going to call the second kid some variation of the first’s name? Are they going to split it in two somehow? Who knows.

Anyway, White contacts another RISE’s executive Yellow Bishop and learns that Danna’s whereabouts are still unknown, though he seems to be escaping towards Canada. Apparently Danna’s important to understanding just what Maimu’s newly awakened ability really is. Yellow has already mobilized his Dogs to chase him.

Dogs (not to be confused with Dots) are RISE’s spies who spend their entire lives undercover pretending to be normal members of society. (There are also Mice, human test subjects, and Machines, who work under Black to keep the Sanctuary moving, but we’re not going to talk about them now.) Danna is one of the Dogs. It’s not clear how, but he somehow learned about the Billion Killer’s plans and recently run away from his post.

White suspects there might be a secret connection between Yellow and Danna, but it’s hard to guess when he doesn’t even know what Yellow Bishop’s true identity is. Yellow always wears a mask and is quite talented in voice mimicry, so talking with him doesn’t help much.

Tanna Sazen / Danna married Maimu four years ago, technically on orders to try and pull information on JDC from her, but in a lucky turn of events he genuinely fell in love with her. Time passed. Maimu awoke her new ability of prediction. Danna suspected this ability was his fault, somehow originating from his knowledge of RISE’s secret plans, and so he fled.

Right now Danna is in Banff, Alberta, where he once cooperated with a fellow Dog, an Indigenous man living near the lake Minnewanka. Danna hopes his friend can help him hide from RISE. Unfortunately, this turns out not to be the case, and Danna has to flee from his should-be-friends trying to capture him and give him over to RISE. In the end Danna is forced to jump from a cliff into Bow Lake, a dangerous fall no ordinary person should survive.

The pursuers are only able to find Danna’s artificial eye and broken glasses in the lake, but when they report that they haven’t found the body to Yellow, he seems satisfied and orders them to stop the search.

Maimu makes a mistake in predicting the eleventh Billion Killer case. Her feelings tell her that people will vanish at the Victoria Lake in Canada, but something even stranger happens. A giant submarine suddenly surfaces on the Canadian side of Niagara Falls, completely empty save for yet another Billion Killer skull. It seems to be the same Robo-Ship that vanished inside the Bermuda Triangle six weeks prior, but without its crew.

Maimu is taking a walk around the hospital when she’s beckoned over by a man wearing a black suit and made to answer a phone. The one calling appears to be the long-missing Ajiro Souji, who assures her that he’s safe and sound, but can’t go around showing his face just yet. Ajiro hints as to where Maimu can find information about her new ability, and ends the call by asking her to wait patiently and believe in his return.

The hint turns out to be… a paragraph in Cosmic, in which the narration makes a stray remark about how one day Maimu’s child would be a “fetus detective” and later an “infant detective”. [So all those times when Seiryoin does what seems like horrendous writing, all those “they couldn’t yet know that X would happen years later”? INTENTIONAL. God, I love metafiction.]

In other words, the one with a strange predictive ability isn’t Maimu; it’s her yet unborn child. That’s why the latest prediction was off—it’s so close to term that little Kuraimu is their own independent person by now and their connection with Maimu has weakened.

Maimu is lost as to how this ability works exactly, but from what Ajiro said, the child had somehow, in some way, inherited the knowledge about RISE’s plans in the form of genetic information from their father Danna, and was instinctively able to tap into it.

Maimu gives birth on October 31st, but contrary to what White said earlier, only one child is born—a baby girl detective already on a “crime hunt”—as if the other has simply vanished.

[>>>NEXT PART>>>]

#sparkly reads carnival #maijo and jdc stuff

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ask-rodentblood · 5 years ago

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Intro

felt like the appropriate way of starting this blog off was with an introduction post!

so Hiya! I’m Rodentblood aka Rodent and this is an ask blog for allllll of my characters, or at least the ones I am currently developing and am writing stories for.

All my kids can be found here -> https://toyhou.se/RodentBlood/characters Tho I’ll mainly be focusing on characters in my Mains folder + its subfolders

A vast majority of my characters are split up based on what story they’re apart of but given I like crossovers, almost all of them make cameos or frequently cross paths with characters from other stories. I just like having a massive universe where all my ocs live and their stories work off one another, it’s fun to me.

I currently have 4 main stories I’m working on:

Lazy in Space - the tale of an apathetic cyclops mouse alien assisting a cyborg robot headed feline/fish attempting to escape the clutches of a vicious hivemind android hell bent on murdering them.

Violent Tendencies - After failing in her attempts to rule the world a former computer virus seeks refuge in a rather scandalous rated R video game.

Para Familia - A demon jester with unknown origins desperately craves for a family.

The Circus - the story of a trans teenager who falls in love with a demon clown

You’re more than welcome to ask about any of my characters/stories and I’ll do my best to answer any and all questions I receive! I’ll also be tossing up bits and fragments of world building here as well as even some short drabbles who knows maybe even some comic pages if I can muster up the courage to give those a try!

Thanks for reading I’m thrilled of you guys interest in my characters and I can’t wait to tell you all all about my ideas! ; v ; ♥

#intro #I am ready! lets get this party started!

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justkending · 6 years ago

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Used to Be Overlooked. Chapter 13.

Summary: Steve Rogers was walking down the streets of Brooklyn after finishing a mission. The goal was just to take some time to clear his mind along the city streets, but when he runs into a gorgeous young lady that looks extremely familiar… How can he go about moving on? Who is she? What does he know her from? Was that memory even from this decade?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (Rosalyn Ember/ Y/N ?)

Word Count: 4900+

A/N: oooo, I like this chapter. Also, last night in Oklahoma we had horrible storms. This morning we woke up to flooded roads, so I’m posting earlier than I thought I would since I can’t go into work for an hour or so. ANYWAY! Enjoy this chapter, I had a blast writing this one;) Let me know what you think! Feedback is everything!!!

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Chapter 13:

The next day went by a little slower considering how in your own head you were. The whole ‘spilling all your secrets out to one of the main people you hid it from’ in a span of 5 hours was exhausting and troubling to say the least.

What if Steve just reported you, and you did become a lab experiment? It had happened before when you let it slip a couple of decades back. You never made that mistake again. Or what if he was disgusted with you for doing this, and he never wanted to talk again? Or maybe he was going to pretend to be your friend, and then dump you when he got all the information he needed?

No, that wasn’t Steve. If there was one thing you knew, and learned about him from Peggy, or even the news on him, it was that he could be trusted. He was an honest, trusting, respectable, and protective man. He wouldn't it do any of those things.

At least you hoped.

Once again, another week went by. No word from Steve or the Avengers in that time. You just guessed that it had something to do with missions. A lot of crime had erupted in the past few days, so it wasn’t that big of a shock.

You ended up coming back to work, no problem, a day after your conversation with Steve. Just like planned, they cleaned everything up, and the corporation was back on track with all bumps in the road averted.

Thanks to the neighboring labs taking you in in the time of crisis, the progress on the virus’s cure was close to being perfected.

You were sitting in your office going over some blood work, when your phone rang showing Claire was calling.

“Yes?” you asked hitting the button, but still looking at the samples in front of you.

“Miss. Sue Tran is here to speak with you,” Claire answered.

Sue Tran? Sue Tran? Oh right! One of your top interns. One you were hoping to actually hire after her internship was up.

“Thank you. She can come right in,” you said pushing the button.

“Ok. You can go in,” you heard Claire say in a more hushed tone.

The door opened and in walked Sue. She had almond shaped brown eyes, olive skin, ash colored hair that was pulled back in a bun, and bangs covering her forehead. The new gray hair color trend for this past year, and honestly you were kinda into it surprisingly given of how old styled you were.

“Miss. Tran, what can I do for you today?” you said smiling and motioning to the chair in front of you.

She nodded in thanks and took a seat. She had a file in hand that she was clutching close to her chest. You can see the nerves vibrating off of her just from being in the office with you. Thanks to your mature manner and high level of knowledge, a lot of people were intimidated by you. No matter the age difference. Of course, you didn’t mean to come off this way, but at least it helped people to respect you more even if you were ‘young’ for your job.

“I actually wanted to bring you some news,” she said making eye contact finally and with a blush tone on her cheeks.

“What about?” you smiled sweetly hoping to help her relax a little, and like hoped, some tension in her shoulders went down.

“As you know, I was paired with the group that was testing the C4N2 fever/flu that broke out within the last year,” she explained.

“Yes, the one that was transferred to the other labs during the shutdown?” you said intrigued, and leaning into your desk more.

“Yes,” she smiled. “While we were there, one of the other workers from that branch looked over our progress. They spotted something that I believe we just didn’t think about, or completely overlooked. You know how it goes when you look over that same problem for too long,” she shrugged.

“It all starts to blur together and you can’t find the flaws,” you finished for her. “Yes, and…” you nodded excited where she was leading with this.

“Well, the individual suggested something to try, and we went ahead a gave it a go.” She grabbed the file, and started sifting through the papers before pulling out a stapled bunch, and handing it to you. “This is what we came up with.”

You skimmed over the front seeing the equations and elements they used. It was definitely something that was could have easily not been considered, but thank the man that had suggested it. You flipped the next page, and saw the lab results after being put use on some lab rats and DNA samples.

You straightened in your seat as you realized what you were reading.

“Sue, all these reports say success and positive” you said in a breathy voice from shock.

“Hmmm mmm,” she hummed through her smile.

You flipped the pages a few more times to make sure your eyes weren’t deceiving you.

“Theoretically, we weren’t planning on having a cure on this for another year. Sue… This is it. This is the vaccine,” you smiled finally looking up. “It’s done!”

“I know! We did double and triple checks if you look on the last couple of pages. We wanted to make sure that it was truly right,” she said looking at the papers while on the edge of her seat.

“Sue, this is- I don’t even- Oh my God,” you laughed in joy as you stood and came around the desk. She stood to meet your height. “You did it! They did it!” you said gripping the papers and slightly jumping in your heels.

“I know! But give yourself some credit,” she said motioning to you. “We wouldn’t have made the progress we did if you hadn’t proofread and caught our mistakes in the beginning. We would be set back even further.”

“Oh, I lent just as much of a hand as all of you did. This is a group effort!” you waved off. “But it’s done! This was the biggest project we had going and it’s done!” you jumped again. “Oh, we have to celebrate!”

“Really? You don’t seem like the celebrating type?” she laughed, and you sent her a smirk as you went around the desk back to the phone. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you, it’s just that you’re always at-”

“Work? Yeah, I know,” you laughed pressing the call button. “I’m not offended at all Sue. You’re right, I need to get out more.”

“Yes, Miss. Ember?” Claire said on the other end of the phone.

“The staff that was working on the C4N2 virus?”

“Yes?”

“Bring them to my office please,” you smiled at Sue.

“On it,” she hung up.

“What are you going to tell them?” Sue asked.

“That you guys can have the rest of the day off to celebrate, and that you can also have tomorrow off,” you smiled organizing the papers on your desk.

“Really? We don’t have to-”

“Miss. Tran. Rule number one if you are going to work here. Listen to your boss, and never say no to taking a day off,” you winked.

“Yes ma’am.”

You let the team know they could go out and enjoy a day off tomorrow as well as the half day off today. They were ecstatic considering they had been working so hard on this, and haven’t really had time to rest between it. They asked you to join, but you kindly declined making an excuse that you were the boss that needed to do paperwork on it and all. They tried persuading you, but eventually gave up on your stubbornness.

As you sat in your office, only about 30 minutes before you usually leave to go home, you looked at the work in front of you. It was all done. They met all the requirements needed, and now it was just needing to be passed on to the next process group. This is why you stayed in this field. Vaccines for something as simple of a fever that can pop up are now being made, and less and less people will get sick or even die.

You sighed happy with yourself, and looked up at your computer that had been playing the news. Yesterday's news overflowing into todays because of how big a deal it was.

Right in front of you was Tony talking to a reporter.

“Yes, yes. We have been chasing and tracking these individuals the past week or so and finally got a hold of them. There will no longer be any problems with them thanks to The Avengers!” he shouted throwing his arms up in victory. Cocky millionaire.

He was still in the suit, and had the mask lifted to where you could see some dirt and smudges on it. In the background you could see a few of the other Avengers like Clint and Nat watching in the background and rolling their eyes at him. You giggled at the relationship that you now knew they all shared.

“Is there anything else we should be careful of Mr. Stark? Any other terrorist groups that are targeting New York as of right now?” the reporter asked.

You thought you had heard something about a terrorist group that was infiltrating major banks and parts of the government. Of course, wanting to take it down and were threatening lives of thousands. Then again, they never got around to the threat because those damn Avengers caught them every time.

“Uh, as of right now I think we are going to give ourselves a much deserved break. A few of us have been awake for over 36 hours and are really looking forward to passing out on our beds,” he said turning to now Bucky and Steve saluting them. Steve was in his full stealth outfit and had his shield thrown on his back. He looked good. Really good. He threw Tony a look and crossed his arms over his chest before turning to Bucky who was grinning, and laughing at Steve’s reaction.

“He does not like the cameras,” you laughed looking at Steve the rest of the interview.

“Thanks again Mr. Stark. For everything.” the reported gushed.

“Anytime for the people of earth,” he winked. “I’ll see you all next time the world needs some saving.”

The screen cut back to other news and you just laughed at the whole thing. Then an idea came to your head. You grabbed your finished work putting it in a pile on the side, and the stuff that needed to be reviewed, was left on the opposite side. You grabbed your things to headed out for the night in a hurry and stopped at Claire's desk.

“Hey Claire. I think I’m going to call in sick tomorrow,” you smiled as you came to the front.

“What? Sick? You’ve never called in sick,” she said shocked. “Now that I think about it, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you cough or sniffle let alone be sick.” she said thinking back.

“There’s a first for everything,” you shrugged and winked.

“You know what? I think you deserve to have a day off. Sick or not, but if anyone ask, sick it is,” she smiled.

“See you after the weekend Claire,” you waved headed to the elevator.

“Get well soon,” she said sending you wink as you turned and laughed.

You went home and changed out of your work clothes into something more casual, but still somewhat formal considering where you were going.

Your hair had been down all day, so you pulled it half way up, and let the curls do their thing. You gave yourself a once over in the mirror, and were content with it all. Business like, but casual as well.

Once you arrived, Happy was the first to greet you.

“What are you doing here?” he asked as you parked your car out front of the tower, and started walking up the steps meeting him halfway.

“I-uh, I need to talk to Mr. Stark and Dr. Banner. Are they here by chance?” you said looking behind him at the compound.

“Yeah actually. They just got in. They all got home from a long mission just yesterday so they’ve been in and out today resting,” he looked back where you were staring, and realized you were nervous about going in. “Do you want me to show you where they are? I think I just saw a few of them in the kitchen. I’m sure they can show you where Tony and Bruce are.”

“Oh, I don’t want to be a bother. It looked like you were going somewhere. You don’t have to stop just to help-”

“Nonsense. You are one of the few people I like on this planet. I will gladly escort you in,” he smiled offering his arm.

“You’re too kind to me Mr. Hogan,” you smiled squeezing his bicep just barely as you started walking up.

“Anything for a lady like yourself,” he smirked.

You both walked into the kitchen finding Sam and Bucky eating sandwiches, at the table.

“I’m just saying, the only reason she gave her number to you and not me, was because she didn’t see me,” Buck said confidently as he took a bite of his sandwich.

“Didn’t see you? You were right next to me! Of course she saw you! She just preferred me over you,” Sam said getting worked up.

“Sure…” Bucky said smugly.

“Dude! You aren’t really the face that people want to jump to. I don’t know if you remember, but you kinda were a well known assassin that people were terrified of.”

“Now wait one second! No one ever really saw my face when I was like that! I-” Bucky said sitting up straighter and went to pointing fingers, but was cut off by Happy clearing his throat.

“Excuse me boys, but we have a guest.” he said with a stern voice making the men snap their head your direction.

“Rosalyn?” Bucky said with furrowed eyebrows before they changed to widened eyes. He immediately jumped from his chair and turned to face you. Sam following after. “What-uh, what are you doing here?”

“I came to talk to Mr. Stark and Dr. Banner about a project I’m working on,” you answered with a smiled, trying to hide the fact you were regretting this whole thing. You fixed the strap of your purse from falling off of your shoulder, therefore taking your arm out of Happy’s.

“I have to get going, but I’m sure these two-” he turned to the men who were gawking at you. “Idiots, can help you,” Happy frowned before smiling and waving to you, headed to leave.

“Thanks again Happy!” you shouted his direction turning to watch him leave.

Once he was out of sight, you let out a sigh wondering if it was too late to ditch. You hastily turned on your heels, and saw the two men still taking in your presence. It was more of a shocked look than anything else, but Sam noticed Bucky not blinking and hit him in the back of the head to snap him out of it.

“Ow! What the hell?” Bucky said holding his head and turning to Sam.

“You’re staring,” he said before rolling his eyes, and going over to the fridge.

“I was not-” Bucky started, but Sam cut him off.

“Can I get you anything to drink Rose? Water, juice, wine?” he said looking in the fridge.

“I’m fine Sam. Thank you,” you politely waved walking more into the kitchen. “If Stark and Banner aren’t here, I can go. I figured there was a small chance of them actually being here, so really it’s no-”

“No, no!” Bucky said moving to get closer. “They, um, they’re here. I think they were in the lab last I heard. Something about repairing the suite and other things,” he said with a smile.

“Oh, ok,” you said with a soft smile back. He was staring again. “Can you, um, take me to them, or-”

“Right! Right!” Bucky said. He was acting weird… or maybe it was normal. You didn’t really know Bucky much other than that one night you were here. You didn’t see much of him back in the day either. Once he was recruited for Steve’s team, you were holed up in the lab a majority of the time. You only heard his name once or twice in all the chaos of the war. “Uh, Sam, can you call Tony and double check to see if that’s where they are?” he said shooting Sam another weird look.

“Why do I have to-” Sam started confused.

“Sam. Please,” Bucky said nodding toward the door.

Ah shit. What was going on?

“Fine. God,” Sam said grabbing his phone and pressing a number before looking back at Bucky who was giving you both weird vibes.

Once he was out of the room Bucky turned to you.

“So, you didn’t come to see Steve?” he said bluntly.

Your eyes widened. Are you kidding me right now? Steve told Bucky. He had to have. You decided to play it off because you didn’t want to jump to conclusions.

“Why would I come to see just Steve?” you asked, trying to seem as calm as possible when truly your heart was actually going the speed of a hummingbirds.

“No reason. Just the fact that I know he went to your house the other week,” he said with a smirk as he went back to the table.

“Shit,” you mumbled under your breath before you followed and stood by him at the table. “What did he say?” you said sternly shifting to boss mode.

Bucky noticed the change in mood, and realized he messed up.

“Nothing. He just told me he went over there to ask you on a date,” he answered.

“Bucky,” you said with a death glare.

He was honestly scared. He had fought aliens, monsters, criminals, and all the bad things in the world, but that glare? That was sending a different type of chill through his body.

“Honestly, Rose! He didn’t tell me anything. Trust me I tried getting it out of him, but he didn’t budge,” he said holding up his hands with a sandwich in one. You let out a relieved sigh, and crossed your arms looking at the ground trying to decide if you believed him. “But now with how you’re acting,” he said looking down at you, and slowly turning his frown into a grin as you looked at him nervous again. “I figure something happened…”

“Nothing happened Bucky. Nothing for you to worry about,” you said taking a seat.

“Then why were you so defensive about it? I mean he was over there for quite a few hours,” he said shrugging his eyebrows up and down at you.

“Bucky,” you said in a calm voice. “I suggest you leave it alone before that arm isn’t the only prosthetic you have,” you said with an evil grin that made his grin immediately fall and fear took over his face once again. You crossed your legs, and sat straight before looking at your nails showing you were unbothered by his boyish banter.

“O-Ok,” he stuttered taking a seat, but making sure to leave a space between you.

“Finally, someone who can actually put him in his place,” Sam said walking in. “I was wondering if someone like that even existed.” he laughed looking at Bucky who shot him a glare. “You really need to start coming around here more often Rose. I like you,” he smiled leaning over the chair in between you two.

“Did they answer?” you asked wanting to get this visit over with.

“Oh, yeah. They were in the lab like suspected. I told him you were here, and Tony said he would come up and meet you then take you back down there himself.”

“Thank you Sam.”

“Anything for a woman that scares the shit out of the Winter Soldier,” he laughed taking a seat between you two. “So, what do you need to talk to them about? Is it business?”

“Something along the lines of that. I have a project that I’m looking into, and need their insight on it,” you smiled.

“Cool. How is the science world going?” Sam said sweetly just trying to make small talk. You gladly took the turn in conversation, wanting to steer clear of everything that Bucky was mentioning.

“Really well actually. We just finished a vaccine for that flu that broke out last year. We only have a few more steps to go before we can release it to the public and hopefully stop it from hurting anyone else,” you said with a proud grin.

“Wow! That’s amazing! So you’re out there saving the world.” he beamed sitting back in his chair more.

“Nothing compares to you guys-”

“Oh, give yourself some credit Ember!” Tony’s voice said loudly as he entered. “Clearly you are just saving the world from a different standpoint, but saving it nonetheless.”

“Mr. Stark,” you said through a very business like smile while you stood.

“Well, would you look at you?” he said throwing his hands out as he scanned you. “You remind me of Pepper. Even your ‘casual’ clothes are captivating to the eye.”

“Thank you, but I came here to talk about-”

“About a project. Yes, Happy told me. Called about two seconds after he left, and then Sam called shortly after.” he said crossing his arms once he was right in front of you. “What do you need to fill me in on?”

“Actually if we could speak in private-”

“You just missed her put Barnes here in his place. It was game changing. I wish I had it on video,” Sam interrupted smacking Bucky on the shoulder, and getting yet another glare from him.

“Is that so? Only person I know can do that is-”

“Me,” a deep voice said at the entrance of the room. All heads turned to see Steve in a long sleeve dry fit shirt, and sweatpants. Probably just got done working out or taking a shower from the slight dampness on his hair.

“Steve,” you said in a hushed tone.

“Even I struggle putting the punk down. Glad someone else can do it,” he smirked as he leaned against the door frame on his shoulder while his arms crossed his broad chest.

“Oh captain, my captain,” Tony said turning to him as he walked into the room, but Steve never broke eye contact with you.

“What are you doing here Rose?” he said ignoring Tony once he was in front of you.

“I needed to talk to Banner and Stark, but seeing that you’re here now.” you sighed pulling some papers out of your bag. “I think we should all talk.”

Steve looked down at the manila folder you were holding. Whatever was in it was important since it had the big red words CONFIDENTIAL stamped on it.

“Well, things just got interesting,” Tony hummed looking at the folder. “Rogers, why don’t you lead Miss. Ember here to the lab where Banner is. I’m going to grab a drink and quick treat and meet you two there.” Tony said patting him on the shoulder before moving to the fridge.

Steve looked up from the folder you were holding and sent you a look that basically asked if what he thought you were doing, was what you were really doing.

“Sure,” he said staring at you. “Right this way.” He moved to the side motioning for you to head a certain way before he followed behind you.

Bucky caught his arm before he got too far.

“Dude, first off, she is terrifying. Second off, what the hell is going on?” Bucky whispered.

“Don’t worry about it right now. I’ll explain when I can,” Steve said as everyone in the room watched him.

“Does it have to do with…” he paused hoping Steve was catching on.

“Not sure. Like I said. I’ll tell you when I can,” he nodded walking to catch up with you.

Everyone in the room watched as you both left, and never looked away until you were out of sight for a good 15 seconds.

“Anyone else feel a weird vibe from that whole… thing?” Sam said.

“Yep,” Bucky replied.

“Hopefully I won’t be out of the loop too long.” Tony said grabbing a water bottle.

“Wanna explain to me why Barnes was interrogating me about you coming over to my house the other night?” you said looking forward as you walked to the lab. Though you didn't necessarily know where you were going, you were running on anger of him spilling your secret, and just wanted to get this whole disastrous plan over with.

“He what?” Steve asked trying to catch up to your fast pace, and finally getting to a point to where he could see your frustrated expression.

“Oh, don’t play coy Rogers!” you said loudly stopping in your tracks and turning to him with your fist in balls at your side. “Bucky knows. I could tell by the stuff he was asking. He tried covering it up, but the man doesn’t have the best poker face for someone who's a spy!” you said in a more hushed tone realizing you weren’t too far from the kitchen and you may have been a tad loud the first time.

“I have no idea what he was talking about Y/N, but I swear I didn’t say anything.” Steve said putting his hands up in defense as he looked you in the eyes.

“Really? Then why was he asking about-”

“He knew I left that night. He was the reason I left actually,” he said rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. “I wanted to go talk to you, ask you on that date, but I almost talked myself out of it.”

You straightened and the tension in your body dissipated some.

“He told me to take the chance since I’ve never showed interest in a girl like this besides Peggy, and well....” he blushed looking at the ground now. You started blushing too realizing that you blew up on him before knowing the whole story. He liked you like Peggy? Wow, that’s a big thing. “Long story short, he got me out of the house and over to yours. He waited up for me thinking it would be an hour to two tops, but when I didn’t show up until 5 hours later he kinda got in my business.”

“But you didn’t tell him my secret,” you stated sighing, realizing what an idiot of yourself you just made.

“No, God no!” Steve said jumping in and looking back to you then the hallway to make sure no one was listening. “It’s not my secret to tell, remember? I haven’t told anyone.”

“Thank you for that.” you said softly. “I-uh, I guess I just kinda jumped to the shark even though I shouldn’t have.”

“It’s ok.”

“No, it’s really not. I should have trusted you more… It’s just…” you sighed as you adjusted the papers you were clutching into your hands. “This is big. I haven’t told a soul in years, and me being here right now is still shocking to me.”

“So, that is what this is about?” Steve said sending you empathetic eyes.

“Yes. As much as I’m regretting it every second, I think it will be for the better. At least I hope it is,” you dry laughed. “Sorry, I’m a bit nervous.”

“Hey, it’s fine. I’ll be right here to back you up if you need it,” he said putting his hands on both of your shoulders to bring your eyes to him.

“Thank you,” you blushed a smile. He grinned happy that he caused that.

“How about we get to the lab before Tony catches up and starts making up a story about finding us in the hallway?”

“That sounds like a good plan,” you laughed looking down the hallway to check if he was coming, and when you turned back to Steve, he had his arm extended to you. “Did you teach all the guys to do this here? I feel like everyone has ushered me this way.”

“They may have picked up on some of my 40’s charm. I try to influence them in manners when I can,” he said in a cocky tone, but joking still.

“Well if you ask me, the world needs to bring back some of these manners. I miss being treated like a lady instead of a piece of meat,” you said accepting his gesture as you both made a way to the lab. “Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t love being treated like I was supposed to be a housewife and nothing more from those times, but this? This I miss. Chivalry is dying now and days.”

“Guess we need to find that happy median then, huh?” he smiled looking down at you.

“Guess so,” you smiled back sending shivers over his body.

Chapter 14

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