#best Electric Pressure Cooke

[greenglowinspooks]

Honestly I think the fics where Danny’s a Kryptonian have a lot of potential, so here’s me throwing my hat into the ring

Danny was born a human. He was born to two loving (though slightly neglectful) human parents in the painfully mundane state of Illinois.

Then, he died, but he didn’t do it right. He became a Halfa; too alive to be a ghost, but too dead to be human.

Then, through strange, uncontrollable circumstances, that changed as well.

He had been heavily injured, missing a large percentage of body mass, and was at the cusp of either dying fully or just fading from existence.

(Perhaps it was an ordinary fight. Perhaps it was the GiW, or his parents. Perhaps it was a simple accident. That didn’t matter now.)

He fled, phasing through the ground, trying to bury himself as deep as possible.

(Perhaps he didn’t want to be unmasked in death. Perhaps that was already too late, and he just wanted his body be able to rest in peace.)

Unfortunately for him, he was in Metropolis, and ended up in a secret genetics lab below the earth.

Danny detransformed, completely exhausted, falling onto a table covered in different labeled specimen containers. He closed his eyes, and prepared himself for what would happen next.

And… nothing.

Slowly, cautiously, he opened his eyes.

Danny sat up, brushing off the foul-smelling liquid from the specimen jars, petri dishes, and assorted vials.

He felt…fine.

No, better than fine. He felt normal. Healthy.

He felt like he wasn’t missing most of his internal organs anymore.

Danny looked down at his stomach, and saw that the wounds that were killing him had completely disappeared.

(The blood blossoms, if there had been any, were still there, but they no longer hurt. At most, they itched a little, or maybe just tickled a bit.)

He wanted to question what in the hell had just happened, but he didn’t want to jinx it. He just quietly changed back to Phantom, going invisible and phasing out of wherever he had found himself in, ignoring the loud alarm system that had begun to blare when he broke the samples on that table.

Life mostly went back to normal after that.

If, like Danny, you ignored all the physical changes in a valiant effort to remain in denial that something was horribly wrong.

His skin was tougher, now; he didn’t get scrapes or cuts, even when he accidentally fumbled a knife while trying to cook. His ghost form was stronger, too; he was barely knocked down by his old rogues anymore.

He could fly, even in his human form. Though, admittedly, the flight was much different. It was like using a muscle he hadn’t known existed beforehand. He didn’t just ignore gravity or wind resistance, though he felt more graceful in the air now than he ever did as Phantom.

There were more powers popping up, lasers and cold breath, x-ray vision and super strength. His lungs and heart were larger, and he could handle temperatures much easier. He didn’t have to transform to handle the pressure and cold of space anymore.

His reaction time had improved, becoming much faster than ever before. His senses were much stronger, and he had even seemed to gain a sense of electric fields, like a shark.

The only thing that separated him from a Kryptonian was that he had developed electrokenesis, which he had never seen any of them use on TV.

So, surely, he was fine.

Everything was normal, he hadn’t been transformed by alien DNA in a sketchy lab, he had just had a really weird and specific metagene activation.

—

Clark Kent, Kal-El, was panicking.

It had been around a month and a half since a particularly brutal fight between Intergang and an unknown assailant, and it seemed that Intergang was determined to draw out whoever had scorned them.

Their method of doing this, of course, was trying to level the city.

He and Jon were doing their best to stop them, but with both Kon and Zor-El away on their own business, it was difficult.

And by difficult, he meant almost impossible.

Slowly but surely he was driving them back, but not without massive amounts of damage to the city, especially with only Jon on dedicated rescuing duty.

He was distracted, trying to draw a group away from a heavily occupied building, when a projectile hit him in the back of the head.

The world spun for a moment, and then it went black.

(It was, probably, then, some sort of Kryptonite-metal alloy. Intergang at its finest.)

He woke slowly, forcing his eyes open. He felt like he had been hit by an eighteen wheeler.

Clark jolted up, preparing for the worst.

To his shock, though, the city hadn’t been reduced to rubble while he was out.

Jon seemed to still be working on evacuation, either unaware that he had went down or forcing himself to focus on the task at hand.

Then, a lightning-quick figure flew into view, and Clark’s mind went blank.

He thought, for a moment, that Kara was back. But, no, that wasn’t right, she was supposed to be off-planet for another week or so.

Besides, this new figure didn’t move like her. They were lankier and more slender, and they flew quicker than any member of his family.

Their powerset was different, too; they focused mainly on using blasts of ice and electricity to drive enemies back, only occasionally using their strength or lasers—ones which came from their hands instead of their eyes.

He had woken up at the tail end of the fight, it seemed. The remaining Intergang members were fleeing from the mysterious metahuman.

They stayed in the sky, motionless, watching them leave.

As if they could sense him staring, they turned.

They were small, still clearly young. Probably around Kon’s age, or maybe even younger.

Instead of the colorful clothing he had inherited from his family, the stranger wore black and white clothes which looked similar to a hazmat suit, their face covered by some sort of gas mask.

Interestingly enough, instead of the S-shape crest that he was so used to seeing, the stranger wore the letter D on his chest.

Kal’s heart sped up.

From up in the sky, he heard the stranger’s heart, on the left instead of the right, speed up in return.

But before he could say a word to them, they sped off, disappearing into the deep blue sky.

[lavenderfilledcoffin]

dream

noun

a series of thoughts, images, and sensations occurring in a person’s mind during sleep.

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A life where you and Sebastian Solace met under normal circumstances.

The two of you went to the same college, and were taking the same music class. He minored in it while you were majoring in it.

You admired how well he played guitar from afar.

Although you never got to speak to him due to his stunning looks and your shyness, you did run into him at a boba shop.

The two of you properly introduced yourselves after placing your orders.

He admitted that he had been eyeing you, commenting on your skill with [instrument name], essentially praising you.

That was enough to almost make you drop dead, he was so genuine and sweet. Could someone of such perfection truly exist?

Sebastian Solace, what a beautiful name.

After grabbing your drinks and claiming a small table, you sat across from each other.

The two of you sat there drinking boba while engaging in small topics. It reminded you of those awkward icebreakers that your professor would make everyone do on the first day, but with Sebastian, it felt natural.

You talked about your minor while he talked about his major. He initially majored in business but disliked it then swapped to engineering. He adored the courses, but calculus was giving him a little bit of trouble.

Yet, you encouraged him to try his best. Nothing came for free, after all. It took effort.

He thanked you, checking his phone to check the time.

Speak of the devil, it was almost time for his calculus class.

The two of you exchanged numbers, he said he would be in touch soon to arrange some sort of hangout.

You waved him off with a smile, finishing the remaining sugary drink before tossing it into a nearby bin.

After that small encounter, the two of you frequently hung out. The two of you were rarely seen apart, your professors noticing but not caring as long as it didn't disrupt your studies.

You found out more about him as the weeks passed, and your attraction to him increased by tenfold.

You noticed many things. Like his pretty eyes. They're a greenish-blue. When light would hit them, you'd get so mesmerized to where you had to stop what you were doing.

It made Sebastian laugh, asking what the hell you were doing.

You'd brush it off, but always admit after some pressure from him that his eyes are pretty.

He never got tired of hearing you say those words.

Two months into dating Sebastian, he asked if you wanted to come over to his childhood home and meet his mother. You happily accepted, wondering who birthed such a pretty boy.

His looks were a bonus to his heart of gold, and his mother was very kind, too.

She greeted you with a kiss on the right cheek, pulling you into a hug as she told you about how much Sebastian talked about you over the phone.

His siblings were very chaotic, asking all sorts of questions about you in which Sebastian tried to stop them.

His mother laughed at her children bickering, telling them to knock it off in Spanish.

She didn't want you to be driven away, but you didn't mind at all.

She cooked amazing Chilean delicacies that you could not stop gushing over. She adored you and treated you like one of her own.

After dinner, Sebastian brought you to his old room. Everything was left untouched when he left for college, and it had many generic things a teenager would own.

There was an electric guitar that sat in the corner next to his bed. Sebastian noticed your wandering eyes and picked it up, hooking it up to an amp.

He played a song from Metallica, 'Whiskey in the Jar'.

His fingers were moving so quickly, you couldn't tell what fret his fingers were on.

As the song concluded, you couldn't help but applaud him, praising his skill.

He set his guitar down gently, turning his full attention to you.

He pulled you in for a kiss, your lives were perfect.

"...Hey, [Name]."

A voice called out to you in your head.

"[Name]." Something was happening, and your vision of Sebastian turned to black.

You groggily opened your eyes, groaning as you rubbed them.

Your eyes adjusted and you saw Sebastian. Only this time, he was his usual fishy self.

You were wrapped in his tail, his hands gently patting your head.

"Good morning." He said with a cute smile, leaning in to kiss your cheek. "How did you sleep?"

"I slept good... Wish it lasted longer." You admit, fully awake now.

"And why's that?"

"I dreamt about you." You didn't specify what it was about, choosing to keep it to yourself. Would it be offensive? Hopefully not. Maybe one day you'll meet him under normal circumstances.

At least you were dating him now, fish boyfriend or not.

[sirfrogsworth]

Froggie's (Almost) Very Productive Day 2: Electric Boogaloo

So, the plan was to have my one productive day and then rest for however long the consequences of post exertional malaise decide they want to take.

But I needed to bring the working key fob back to the tire place so they could calibrate the tire pressure sensors. So, the day after my day, I napped until about 4pm and summoned the last bit of energy I had to finish this task.

After they fixed the sensors, I looked out over a beautiful sunset in the Discount Tire parking lot.

It's weird the places you find beauty sometimes.

I was about a mile away from my family's favorite pizza place. We've been going there since I was a tadpole. So I decided to grab a pizza as my Thanksgiving meal.

I didn't realize that the day before Thanksgiving would be just about the busiest night of the year. And they have the world's worst parking lot, half of which is a steep hill, and they didn't have enough spaces.

Google Maps has flattened the appearance of the hill. That thing is nearly a 40 degree angle. If anyone with a sports car wants a pizza, they are going to scrape their paint trying to get it.

So, I tried to park around back. Unfortunately someone was exiting the back parking lot and there is only one lane.

So... I backed up... into a pole.

I was going extremely slow and I barely tapped it. But I still felt pretty stupid. Thankfully no scratches or dents.

I finally find parking and head inside.

The Italian kitsch is always a "welcome" sight.

Every time I look it takes me like 10 seconds to figure out the configuration of his face. I find it is best to look at the mustache first, and then orient yourself from there.

I head to the counter and she asks for my name, assuming I am picking up a phone order. I explained I was just "dropping in" and then she gave me an "oof" face. The wait was nearly two hours. I told her I could get a few things from the grocery store and return for my pizza. She charges my card and I hop back in my car. Just as I was about to exit the parking lot of doom, a customer from Angelo's starts yelling at me.

"You forgot your card!"

Clearly my brain fog is starting to get to me. I left my damn bank card on the counter. So I have to exit the parking lot, drive into another parking lot, turn around, and then park again. I retrieved my card and headed to Nice Schnucks.

The GPS took me on a wild journey to the NS. I've lived in this area for 40 years and I had no idea some of these roads existed. I'm sure it was 3 minutes faster or whatever, but I think I would have preferred a route with streetlights. Unlit streets give me a bit of anxiety. Especially if I don't know them.

I get to NS and realize I was about to have the same problem I did at the pizza place. It was the night before Thanksgiving and the entire neighborhood was scrambling to get food for the next day.

I filled up on soups, frozen pizzas, and I got a few more bottles of my beloved soda. There is a Shirley Temple flavor I have yet to try. (Update: A rare Fitz's fail. Tasted like cough medicine.) And then I headed to the madness of the self-checkout.

I managed to kill about an hour, but my legs were getting wobbly. I really shouldn't have gone back out this soon. And I probably should have just headed home after the car was fixed. But I feared if I didn't do *something* special for Thanksgiving I would probably have a difficult time being all alone.

I head back to Angelo's. This time I was able to park in front and avoid hitting any poles.

The pizza was cooking and needed another 15 minutes. So I sat at a table and worked on finishing writing my to-do list for my trip to Florida. I was trying to tell Amazon that, yes, I do want a tiny bottle of shampoo to comply with the TSA security theater. But, no, I do not want 8 tiny shampoos.

Oh, did you know they charge you a "9/11 tax" when you buy a plane ticket?

Spirit Airlines has a pretty funny alternative name for it...

"After 9/11, the U.S. implemented the “9/11 Security Tax”, which was a fee of $2.50 each way of a trip on top of the price of a plane ticket. In 2014, the 9/11 Security Tax was increased to $5.60 each way. So, for a round trip this fee would cost $11.20"

We are literally still paying for 9/11. And there is no evidence the enhanced security does much of anything.

So we pay this tax so they can force us to buy tiny shampoo and go through scanners that have to detect and blur our genitals so the TSA agent can't see.

Anyway... I finally get my pizza and head home. When I pulled into my driveway I noticed a bright moon in the sky. It looked so massive compared to other nights, so I tried to capture a moon selfie.

As a photographer, I should have realized that a wide angle lens is not going to capture how big the moon looked in the sky that night. Wide lenses exaggerate distance. So things close to the lens look huge and things far away look tiny. That's why we look like aliens if we hold our smartphones too close to our face. To the lens on your camera, the distance from the tip of your nose to your ears is quite vast. Which meens a celestial body that is 240,000 miles away looks like a tiny dot in the picture.

I still kept trying.

That could be a moon I guess.

Umm, Froggie... you got some moon in your hair.

Later I did try to capture the moon with my DSLR and an 80mm lens, but I guess the moon is just really far away or something.

ENHANCE!

A.I. upscaling reveals it is, in fact, the moon.

I ate my pizza and did a quick tire test and photoshoot.

And then I spent way too long Photoshopping this X-wing flying into my deep-as-heck tire tread.

And that was my day after the day.

Today, which is currently Thanksgiving, I slept.

I slept all night.

I slept most of the day.

I still want to sleep.

Weirdly, I am too tired to feel lonely. Though now that I wrote that, I am thinking about my parents being gone, so I just screwed that up.

But hey... at least my pizza was tasty.

[lucianhuntress]

Day 11. Childe x Reader: 19. “I knew you’d overreact.”

I wanted this to be so much more, but sleep deprivation does things. Oh, and this is slightly spicy. 🌶️

The door opens with a soft click, gradually gliding open as you walk into your home, musing over your shopping bags as you gently drop them to the floor. After all, you had just been outside shopping with Zhongli; he knows a great deal of different materials, so you thought he would help you choose the best gift for Childe —just a little something for him to remember you when he is traveling for work.

“I’m home!” You chime, knowing Childe should already be home from work; ever since the two of you started officially dating he has mostly stayed at your place, which you don’t mind at all as he happens to be a damn good cook.

You turn away briefly to put away your coat and scarf but in a flash of ginger your back is being pushed against the front door of your apartment.

Childe slams his open hand against the door, landing right next to your ear with a loud bang. You see a storm in his eyes; his deep blue eyes darkening.

“Why didn't you tell me?”

His tone is low and dangerous and you have never witnessed this side of him.

“Tell what?” you ask him, blinking at him in bemusement.

Childe is silent for a moment, hurt mixing with the anger in his expression. “That you would go out with him.”

Of course he would be mad about Zhongli, a part of you had expected this. “I knew you'd overreact, Ajax, please—”

His other hand cups your chin and he tilts your head. Warm air escapes his parted lips, fanning against yours and his body presses you against the door, leaving no way out. The room has gotten too hot suddenly, causing you to squirm and your heart is racing so fast you fear it might burst. 

“I wanted to surprise you,” you finally tell him, weakly shivering as he keeps pinning you against the door, caging you in like a rabbit.

Something seems to break inside him as his eyes widen and he loosens the pressure he keeps you against the door with. He seems genuinely puzzled.

“Surprise? Me?”

You bite your lip coyly, your cheeks reddening as you tell him: “it’s a present for you.”

The corner of his mouth twitches as his dark blue eyes soften and he presses his thigh between your legs, sending a spark of electricity down your spine and all the way to your toes.

“Then I must apologize for my behavior,” he whispers sweetly, “do you forgive me?”

You wrap your arms behind his back and pull him closer, “hmm, I think I, at the very least, deserve a massage and a dinner.” He listens to every word that comes between your lips keenly and you can hear his breathing hitch, waiting for additional instructions.

“There might be dessert. If you behave,” you add with a seductive purr, but unfortunately Childe has stopped processing your words after the word “dessert” and he has you pinned against the door, his lips crashing against yours as if he is trying to suck your soul out and you can’t help but to moan into the kiss.

[justabigoldnerd]

Five Senses Tag

Oooooo I love this idea

Rules: Share a snippet to represent each of the five senses! (Taste, Touch, Smell, Sight and Sound)

My entries are under the cut for length reasons lol 💕

Taste: "An American Werewolf in London"

Solo was skilled in the kitchen. He never made a dish he couldn't stomach, and if it was any less than perfect, he'd practice until it was. Now, however, everything he made tasted bland at best and nauseating at worst. The strangest thing was that Illya and Gaby didn't seem to notice a difference. They enjoyed his meals as always, rarely leaving leftovers, while Solo hadn't eaten in a week. And he was starving. Late one night, as Solo's stomach ate itself with hunger, he scoured through every ingredient in their apartment in London, throwing together any and every concoction he could come up with. Still, he couldn't get it right. His knees sent sharp pain through his legs by the time he finally sat in a chair, facing the open refrigerator. It was almost empty now, the cold light it was emitting cast in a sharp angle over his form. Solo held his head in his hands, trying to ignore the throbbing in his arm and head. What was wrong with him? Nothing worked, nothing would fix this. Nothing would satiate the intense craving for…. For….what?  Solo's line of sight followed the light, his hearing focused on the electricity buzzing from inside. On the top shelf was a cut of meat wrapped in butcher paper. It was lamb; the star of the dinner he didn't have all the ingredients for yet. His stomach growled. Maybe he could whip something up. Just sear it with some herbs he had left. Solo stood and retrieved the lambchop, unwrapping the butcher paper as quietly as he could so he wouldn't wake his partners. A tingling sensation started up in his jaw, and before he realized what he was doing, he sat back heavily in the chair. The meat was frigid and soft in his hands. Applying just the slightest pressure yielded an oozing trail of myoglobin down his forearm. Solo brought it closer to his face, his heart thundering. Some primal part of his mind knew what he needed to do, but the thought of it made him nauseous– more so than anything he had cooked. Despite the disgust he felt towards the instinct, he didn't have the strength to fight it. He needed to feed. The buzzing sound grew louder as Solo screwed his eyes shut and gingerly sunk his teeth into the flesh of the lamb. Effortlessly, he tore from it, separating it from the bone and swallowing it down like a ravenous animal. Solo didn't vomit. His stomach didn't even churn. In fact, he enjoyed the taste of the raw meat on his tongue, the feeling of rending its flesh with nothing but too-sharp canines. That was what sickened him. But he was just so hungry. The lambchop was gone in less than five minutes. The kitchen looked like a murder scene, and Solo the homicidal beast. His hands shook, and revulsion twisted in his chest. Notably, his head had stopped pounding, and his arm was painless.  What the fuck?

Touch: "The Most Dangerous Game" [Expanded]

Illya's eyes fluttered open and he was met with an extraordinary sight. Water soaked Solo's hair, gradually freeing his curls from their pomade prison, it dripped from his nose, and fell in sheets over his chest and shoulders, making his skin glisten. Mouth parted, Illya brushed his fingertips along Solo's ribcage. He dragged his hand over the curve of his pectoral muscle, noting old and new scars partially hidden by the spattering of black hair there, then let it come to rest on the back of Solo's neck. Like magnets, they drew each other in, indulging in a more delicate kiss that had them both smiling into it. The horrible question that had hovered over his head for the entire journey back was answered in earnest with that kiss. Illya felt something click into place in his chest.

Smell: "The X-Men From U.N.C.L.E."

Somewhere deep in the wretched fumes of suffering, an impossible thing broke through. As Charles pulled Erik aside to talk, the sunlight of hope began to shine through the fog. “You seem uncertain,” Illya rumbled quietly. “Not uncertain,” Solo amended, “Just….piecing things together. How's Ms. Teller?” “Mm,” Illya hummed and crossed his arms defensively. Solo wished he could see what he was thinking. “Shaken. Better now that I am not near her.” “To be fair, you are six feet of wrath. But she's not afraid of you, if that's what you think.” “How do you know?” “Remember the airport?” Solo prompted, then at Illya's questioning silence, he continued, “Fear has a very….prominent pallet. It smells like death, tastes like rot. It's everywhere, right now, but before? On the plane? The only thing I sensed from her was amusement. You were the one who reeked of fear.”

Sight: "Nanites Library AU"

It doesn't take long for Solo to spot Illya in the crowd. He is smiling, which is a rare treat in and of itself. But he's also at a table of children, presumably walking them through how to put together whatever plastic contraption they have between them. The kids are laughing with him, having a blast, and though Solo cannot hear what he's saying over the drone, he can imagine the velvet of his voice in gentle tones as he entertains them. Butterflies fill Solo's stomach and a lopsided grin spreads across his face. He stuffs his hand in his pockets and leans against the doorway, just watching this grizzled giant grow soft around the edges. Solo had never wanted kids in his life, and the CIA was certainly not the place for it, but in the moment, if the Russian had asked him, he would've said yes.

Sound: "Scorching Out Thine Sovereignty"

Ultimately, that is what does it. It is brief, but he hears himself scream, hears the hissing pop of the machine short-circuiting, feels hot blood roll down his own face. Feels the hands of the nurses holding down his thrashing body. Hands aren't what binds Solo to the chair, Illya reminds himself in a desperate attempt to shake away the memory. “I never thought I'd say this,” the wrecked sound of Solo's voice, hoarse and breathy, snaps Illya out of it, “But I’m actually quite pleased to see you.”

Ahhhhh this was a HUNT lmao I'm sorry if I've already posted some of these ajdgsjskhdsj

Anyway, no pressure tagging @pippinoftheshire @the-golden-comet @huggiebird @yallwildinrn @too-young-to-fall-in-love

@times-up-alone-tonight @nicijones @cha-melodius @heytheredeann @thattripleabattery aaaaand anyone I've missed or anyone who sees this and wants to join!! 💕💕💕💕💕

[moira-mains-go-to-hell]

Overwatch Women Relationship/ General Headcannons:

These are very specific, but I find them cute.

This is super long, because it’s All. Of. Them. I was going to break them up, but then I forgot, and rolled with it.

No warnings, all sfw.

Ashe

Is very much allergic to pollen.

With that being said she has the loudest damn sneeze

Cannot cook to save her life but makes really good concoctions of stoner type food. That and she is a dip girl. Every woman from the south knows one good dip they can make and it’s been imbued in us since birth. No one else at the party has the same dip either, wonderful how it works really

Widow

Has vintage luggage she uses for long term missions

Sleeps on her back with her arms folded like she is dead just to freak you out.

Hates pressure cookers

D.va

Is really good at Pilates (she took it up instead of physical therapy after her injuries in the cinematic)

Can fold gum wrapper swans

Disassembles her blaster when she is bored just to put it back together again (she times it and keeps the times in a golf notepad)

Junker Queen

Really good at electrical engineering but has only seen YouTube lectures about it on a shitty rebuilt mac

Listens to nickelback unironically

Prefers fruity drinks, but that’s the closest you will get her to eating a god damn fruit

Kiriko

Can and will sit you down to explain the entire Lord of the Rings trilogy

Is a Jojo’s fan. Thinks it’s under appreciated.

Cannot tell you the difference between jams, jellies and preserves.

Moira

Hates chain steakhouses (outback, Texas Roadhouse, ect) Loathes the atmosphere.

Has favorite poisonous plants

Is better than you at Mario kart

Mercy

Is not good at social cues to the point she will put on the complete wrong music for a situation (think Disco Inferno while she is trying to Rez a burn victim levels of bad taste)

“Does not like coffee” but if you make it she will drink from yours

Spins her blaster when she puts it back in its holster

Pharah

Likes shows like “How I Met Your Mother” and “Rules of Engagement”

Wakes you up in the middle of the night to go with her to the dingiest convenience store to acquire the best sandwich of your life

Hates coleslaw

Brigitte

Doesn’t count her reps, only times them with specific tools (a song, a show, a podcast)

Has helped her father defy the Geneva Conventions

Thinks The Grand Canyon is made up (Torb told her as a joke when she was little and has believed it since)

Zarya

Has been to the secret Russian lab where they keep stem cells of every known disease to exist. (It’s a real thing, I think don’t quote me-)

Brings back small rocks from places she goes

Doesn’t like birds

Mei

Snow ball has a built in dance party mode specifically for when she is sad.

Doesn’t like using Amazon

Knows all of “Yakko’s World” and sings it to herself

Tracer

Tries to tip well but doesn’t know the math so she leaves way more than is needed

Has tried to convince Winston to give her a laser beam inside of the accelerator

Wears Velcro for convenience

Ana

When she is able to settle down and stop being on the move, she catches up with reality shows and calls you to tell you about them

Puts little stickers on her little healing vials to make them look friendlier… not that anyone is gonna notice

Doesn’t like to eat breakfast. Just has tea in the morning.

Symettra

Has special pads on her visor because she doesn’t like the way it sits on her face

There is a disco mode in her turrets that she will never tell a soul about

She commits to bits to get you out of trouble without even knowing the full scope of the situation.

Sombra

Sweater thief, but in the worst possible times. If she forgets hers on a mission, she takes yours and dips

Likes those little strawberry grandma candies

As good of a hacker she is, she is absolutely terrible at 1v1 combat games. Mortal Kombat, Smash, Jump Force, you name it. She isn’t winning.

Sojourn

Phone is set to military hours. You never ask her for the time

Does not nap

Makes jokes about her legs. When you compliment her she knocks on the metal and goes “Quads of steel”. She thinks it’s the funniest bit in the world

*bonus* she may be rough around the edges but she is the loudest laugher at a comedy show

[touloserlautrec]

OC Deep Dive Tag

Thanks for tagging me, @pandoras-comment-box! (Check out their deep dive here and read about two of my blorbos!)

Rules: answer the following questions for your OCs!

I'm gonna mix it up and not limit this just to Sunset OCs for once! Weird. I'll answer for Alex (from Sunset), Lux (My mech pilot/mechanic), and Piper (my freckled punk dream-walker).

What uncommon/common fear do they have?

Alex- Purposelessness Lux- Hurting someone he'd rather keep safe Piper- Abandonment

Do they have any pet peeves?

Alex- Being treated like he's not capable Lux- When people try not to crack a smile for the sake of appearances Piper- Sore losers

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

Alex- (When he had a bedroom of his own) a laptop covered in stickers, a good bluetooth speaker, colorful clothes that should have been folded and put away but are in a crumpled pile instead Lux- A desk covered in tools and little robot toys he's been tinkering with building, a fluffy blanket, a framed photo of his mother Piper- An easel and paints, an electric keyboard, a record player and his vinyl collection

What do they notice first in a person?

Alex- Their posture Lux- Their smile Piper- He notices their smell first but he tries to look for their butt first

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance?

Alex- At the start of Sunset vol 1, probably a solid 6/10, but by Vol 3 he's (unfortunately) closer to a 9/10 Lux- 7/10 Piper- He's very smol, you see. 3/10

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure?

Alex- Fight Lux- Fight Piper- Flight or Freeze

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person?

Alex- Alex was raised by (very dysfunctional) adoptive parents until he was 14, then found his found family, who he's very dedicated to. And it tends to grow. Lux- It was just Lux and his mother when he was growing up, but he'd definitely consider himself a family person. She's gone now, but he's far from lonely or isolated. Piper- Piper bounced from foster home to foster home, and has developed a heck of a wall around himself. His found-family has found him though-- he just has to realize it's safe to let them in.

What animal represents them best?

Alex- A feral orange cat Lux- An industrious, curious squirrel Piper- A scrappy little mutt of a dog who thinks it's bigger than it is

What is a smell that they dislike?

Alex- Antiseptic cleaner Lux- Raw meat Piper- Cooking mushrooms

Have they broken any bones?

Alex- Yup (fighting monsters tends to do that) Lux- So many (war tends to do that) Piper- Nope!

How would a stranger likely describe them?

Alex- Early in Sunset: That queer little shit with the burn scar on his cheek and cherry-red hair. Later on in Sunset: The short guy with long hair, covered in scars and tattoos. Looks like someone you probably don't want to tangle with, but he's got a cute butt. Lux- The guy with the a robotic arm and blue hair. Piper- Little gutter punk with freckles and long hair.

Are they a night owl or a morning bird?

Alex- Night owl and then some Lux- More of a morning person Piper- Night owl

What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love?

Alex- Hate: bitter things; Love: cheesy flavors Lux- Hate: artificial chocolate flavor; Love: cinnamon Piper- Hate: watermelon; Love: sour candy

Do they have any hobbies?

Alex- When he's got the luxury of hobbies, Alex enjoys dancing, video games, music Lux- Lux tinkers and builds little robotic toys in his spare time, and usually drops them off with local charities for kids Piper- Piper's a painter and a musician. He plays piano and sings, and noodles around with weird, experimental music.

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises?

Alex- It's not really a surprise, because he's a psychometrist and almost certainly Read the history of people planning it before it happens. But he'd totally eat it up nonetheless. Lux- Lux would be totally overjoyed. He loves surprises, trying new things, laughing, getting curious, being silly... He'd be thrilled. Piper- Piper would initially panic and freeze, then be suspicious of the whole thing and get a little cagey, but he'd express gratitude and do his best to have a good time.

Do they like to wear jewelry?

Alex- Yes, to a point- he has stretched ears so he always wears plugs, and as the story unfolds, he starts wearing a specific necklace that has a lot of meaning to him. He'd probably wear more if it were feasible with his on-the-run life. Lux- He has a few earrings, but otherwise no. Lux is pretty practical and utilitarian. Even his blue hair is natural--he'd never put in the effort to maintain a dye job. Jewelry is the same. Piper- Yes! He is pierced, wears necklaces and bracelets-- pentacles and ankhs and inverted crosses, thumb rings, safety pins galore... You get the idea.

Do they have neat or messy handwriting?

Alex- Super messy. Alex didn't learn to properly read and write until he was 14, and it's more or less reflected in his handwriting. Lux- It's the kind of all-caps printed chicken scratch that looks nice on a page when you look at it as a whole, but when you try to read it, it's harder to decipher. Piper- Very neat. He always manages to write in perfectly straight lines on blank sheets of paper, which is very annoying to the rest of us humans.

What are the two emotions they feel the most?

Alex- Love, pride Lux- Joy, melancholy Piper- Fear, defensiveness

Do they have a favorite fabric?

Alex- Hoodies Lux- Sturdy canvas Piper- Flannel

What kind of accent do they have?

Alex- Alex is American but spends of a lot of time living and traveling through Europe, so that influences it in subtle ways. Lux- Lux is an alien, but has something of an American Southern lilt (in the immortal words of The Doctor, "Lots of planets have a South") Piper- Very subtle American Mid-western accent

That was fun! Thanks for reading :D I'll tag: @mk-writes-stuff @winterandwords @an-elegant-void @revenantlore and @scribe-of-stories if you're into it!

Here are the blank questions: What uncommon/common fear do they have? Do they have any pet peeves? What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom? What do they notice first in a person? On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance? Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure? Do they come from a big family/are they a family person? What animal represents them best? What is a smell that they dislike? Have they broken any bones? How would a stranger likely describe them? Are they a night owl or a morning bird? What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love? Do they have any hobbies? Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises? Do they like to wear jewelry? Do they have neat or messy handwriting? What are the two emotions they feel the most? Do they have a favorite fabric? What kind of accent do they have?

[gemalia]

Miscellaneous Facts about the Quartet

I have a bunch of random facts that are canon to me about my Pan, Bulla, Kuriza, and Cell Junior. A lot of them will never see the light of day in my series, so I might as well jot them down here.

Bulla likes collecting old school, 'retro' technology and toys (e.g. lollipop phones, password-locked diaries etc.)

Junior enjoys listening to Nicki Minaj (the only real-world pop star with a counterpart in the DB world)

Kuriza doesn't know the specifics of Arcosian asexual reproduction

Kuriza's favourite planet before Earth was Freeza Planet 32, a planet full of tall trees and luscious rainforest

Pan dislikes her mother's cooking even though Gohan loves it

Pan has a bigger manipulative streak than Bulla, contrary to popular belief

Junior is a prodigy at anything arts related

In terms of combat power, from weakest to strongest: Pan, Kuriza, Bulla, Junior

In terms of battle prowess/technique, from weakest to strongest: Kuriza, Bulla, Pan, Junior

Junior is the fusion that resulted from all the Cell Juniors on Monster Island fusing into one (after seeing Trunks and Goten do the fusion dance during their time there) and then never unfusing due to them all being genetically identical

Junior has a bigger appetite than the others

Kuriza has the smallest appetite

Kuriza enjoys seafood the best

Bulla's favourite colour is pink

Junior knows exactly how Arcosian asexual reproduction goes, but he won't tell Kuriza about it

Junior doesn't enjoy spending time with Pan's family because he feels Gohan and Videl don't like him

Pan's favourite food are the burgers from Mr Satan World (a fast food chain her family owns)

As of Dominion, Pan is the only one of the quartet to attend a regular human school

Bulla was pulled out of kindergarten at a young age as she was too ahead of her peers and could not connect with them

Junior, Bulla, and Kuriza attend school together at Capsule Corp., taught by specialised teachers hired and thoroughly screened by Bulma herself

Kuriza got into Freeza's wine stash once and got absolutely wasted over half a bottle of it

Pan has a wide collection of fictional books and a whole section of her family's library dedicated to them

Bulla is not interested in fiction, and only reads non-fiction

Junior wants to learn electric guitar

Junior thinks skateboarding is cool, but also thinks it doesn't go fast enough

Junior plans to attach rocket boosters to a skateboard at some point and try it out

The one who does best at traditional schooling is Pan

In terms of raw intelligence, however, Bulla is unchallenged

Bulla struggles to feel empathy

Socially, Pan is the most well-adjusted

Bulla listens to Ann Azuki, even though she is considered to be outdated and about to retire from the idol scene

Pan likes ballads

Kuriza likes instrumental music

Both Bulla and Junior have photographic memories

Junior does the best in high-pressure situations

The one with the shortest temper is Bulla, though she is quick to forgive and forget in most circumstances

Pan has a slow, deep style of anger that takes a while to manifest; she holds grudges and will not usually forgive people who have wronged her

Pan is the reigning champion of the Junior Division (which made a return after the 28th) from the 29th to 30th World Tournament, securing her latest title just months before the events of Dominion

Junior spent approximately 4 years in the wild by himself before he was discovered by Android 17

Kuriza was born from Freeza alone, an outlier in Arcosian reproduction as asexual reproduction is a last resort of their species; despite this, they are somehow not genetically identical

Bulla and Kuriza are baseball fans, much to Yamcha's bemusement (but overall delight)

Pan loves and respects martial arts the most out of all of them

Pan is the only one of the quartet to have friends outside of their group

Junior has a phone that has a cover with the pattern of Cell's skin on it

[wolfpants]

my year in fic

I just made this up because I thought it would be fun to take a look back, and because I'm a nosy parker. No-pressure tagging @oknowkiss, @lqtraintracks, @academicdisasterfic, @wrapped-up, @skeptiquewrites, @phoebe-delia, @nv-md, @m0srael, @kbrick, @lettersbyelise @saintgarbanzo @basicallyahedgehog @nv-md and anyone who wants to play along!

Rules: Share 1 line from each fic you wrote this year. In 2022 I wrote: 340k words over 22 fics (wut):

January

⭐️ Led by Light of A Star Sweetly Gleaming | Wolfstar, 53.4k, E

And Sirius fits himself so easily behind Remus, and the lazy drag of his chin along his shoulder gives way to another soft press of lips against the shell of his ear into which he whispers, “You can keep anything of mine you’d like.”

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💫 In You, I Count Stars | Wolfstar, 1.5k, M

It’s darkening already, the red melting into purple and into navy, and soon enough the entire landscape will be bled black, stars poking through the clouds like the freckles that map the entire fabric of Remus’s scarred skin.

February

⛈ Of Earth and Electric Storms | Wolfstarbucks, 5.6k, E

When James looks back at this later and thinks about all of the ways that it could have gone, Sirius’s heated murmur of “do you want to watch us?” would still come out on top, as the best possible outcome.

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😈 It Took The Night to Believe | Wolfstar, 7k, M

James’s cider had come bursting out through his nose, and Sirius’s gaze had swung quickly, imploringly to Remus as Remus answered on their behalf without missing a beat, his cheeks an alarming shade of pink, Just because we’re both gay doesn’t mean we fancy each other, for fuck’s sake, and Sirius’s heart had broken, just a tiny bit, trampled as it was by a pair of knackered blue Converse.

-

🌲 Wilderness | Drarry, 2.3k, E

“More… estates and great rolling moorlands of Brontë’s romantic England and less… Shrieking Shack in the middle of the Forbidden Forest,” Draco adds in a thoughtful murmur, to some ears dryly placid, to those more knowing quietly alarmed.

March

💔 The Hollow | Draco/Remus, 12.5k, E

Draco, who is staring at him across the short hallway, the silver of his wide eyes alight under the dull glow of the dusty chandelier above their heads; Draco, who looks terrified; defensive; determined.

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☀️ A Taste | Drarry+Neville, 1k, M

When they go back to London together, Neville finds out that they do, indeed, burn together more brightly than he could have ever imagined, but like Devon in August, it’s drawn out and slowly scorching.

April

🌻 Wildflower | Charlie/Draco, 1.3k, E

Their first kiss had happened only a few nights into Draco’s arrival on the colony, a wine-tinged thing pressed against the exterior wall of the common hall while the dragons slept miles and miles away but Charlie’s clothes still smelled of fire.

-

📚 Pages of You | Drarry, 102.6k, E

Unfortunately, it means walking back to halls with Malfoy, in all of the weird, cloudy sexy tension they’ve just cooked up together.

-

🌌 Aurora | Drarry, 5.2k, M

"You’re not alone,” Harry repeats a little weakly, already cringing at his own lame words, but pushing them out anyway as he thinks of Malfoy sitting on the edge of his bed, of his half-eaten meals, of his vacant stares into space.

May

📺 Summer Place | Drarry, 14.2k, E

Wonder how long it’ll take us to kill each other, Harry - Potter, back then - had joked, and they’d cheersed to that, clicking their glasses together, their fingers brushing, sending a frisson of heat straight to Draco’s core.

-

🏠 Tiny Home | Dronarry, 30k, E

Ron’s fingers wrap themselves fully around Draco’s, and Draco stares at him in frozen astonishment as he lifts Draco’s hand to his mouth and kisses the back of his knuckles, the metal of his rings; like a knight courting a prince. 

-

🇮🇹 A Bigger Splash | Dralbus, 6.9k, E

Now, at the pool - lying on a lounger sandwiched between Teddy (shirtless, headphones on) and Draco (shirtless, ancient looking paperback in hand), Albus is trying to simultaneously come up with an intelligent response to Draco’s words while formulating a plan for stripping down to his skivvies in a way that will be most aesthetically pleasing to all of those in his general vicinity.

June

🪵 The Left and Leaving | Charlie/Bill, 3.1k, E

They lie there for what could be minutes, for what could be hours, as the reality of what they’ve just done settles down around them not like a cold sluice of lake water, but like a warm settled blanket, a comfort, something to turn to.

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🔪 The Farther I Fall, I'm Beside You | Drarry, 2.3k, E

He’s kind of a dick, you’ve got to admit, Harry said a few months after that first shag, over morning coffee.

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🎂 A Little Effort | Dronarry, 1.9k, T

Harry calls Draco sweetheart all the time, although most people might argue Draco isn’t sweet at all, that he’s actually a bit of a crabbit little arsehole, but both Ron and Harry know there’s a side to Draco that’s soft, that’s pliant, that purrs when he’s pet just the right way.

July

🏙 Edges | Drarry, 1.5k, E

But not long after we fell into bed with each other—that wonderful, terrible, frightening last year of school—and not long before we fell in love, we learned our edges don’t match.

August

💘 Romp and Circumstance | Drarry, 35.5k, E

“Good,” Harry murmurs, and he bends forward and kisses Malfoy’s middle knuckle, wrapping dry lips over the bony ridge, his focus on the pale tracery of green and violet veins on the back of Malfoy’s hand before he looks up again to meet Malfoy’s eyes.

September

�� Look For Me In The Sun | Drarry, 8.7k, M

Draco had shivered lightly in the circle of Harry’s arms, shifting around until they were facing each other and tangled up so closely that Harry hadn’t been sure where his legs began and where Draco’s ended.

October

⛺️ Like A Brother Would | Ronarry, 5.2k, E

And wouldn’t that be awful, if Harry tapped into that, if Malfoy had been the one to help Harry accept that part of himself before Ron ever could.

November

🗻 Under Giant Mountains | Drarry, 33.7k, E

It was easy to compartmentalise a crush, especially when said crush was on someone he didn’t particularly like.

December

🍃 August | Drarry, 3.8k, M

It’s taken Draco less than a week to come to the conclusion that Potter is summer in boy form. 

[llclown-kittyll]

Hi I love ur work - but could u do a yandere septiceyes x reader who is disabled and always unintentionally hurts them self? U didn't have to but the idea is here

I saw this a couple weeks after Anon asked. I hope you're still around to read the fic you inspired!

TW's: Stalking, undiagnosed/ untreated medical issues.

I based this on my experiences and the reader is gender neutral

The world was set up to fail you from the very beginning. This much you knew. You didn’t know who was leaving you small trinkets and small love notes for you in your workplace- but you knew that the world couldn’t care less about you or your ‘issues’. 

Since you could remember, you had episodes of dizziness and lost your coordination skills- that could last minutes to hours, it varied. Pair that with anxiety and sensory issues, and it equaled out to your worst day when both showed up. Realistically, you knew you should get a cane or something. Since the path for a required diagnosis and treatment wasn’t covered by your healthcare plan, it was the next best option. 

But your anxiety would sky-rocket if your coworkers and friends saw you with a cane, and then you’d have to explain why you used it to every single person. It would be none of their business, really, but the social pressure of explaining why and letting strangers invalidate or validate your reason was an expectation- and you didn’t have the strength to go through that.

Punching out, you were just done with today. It was 9PM and today had been hectic to the max. Frustrated customers, cleaning every nook and cranny cause the area managers were visiting, stocking- bending up and down, again and again it was way too much. But trying to be the perfect worker to prove your worth, you pushed. You were the last one leaving, the mall already closing two hours ago. You spent 10 minutes in the break room earlier, sprawled out, trying to get some feeling back into your bones. And in your tired, weary mind, when you saw that the escalator was shut down- you picked the stairs, forgetting about the real possibility that you could die if you had an episode then and there. It was 2 floors- so not awful. Trudging down, you loosely held onto the railing, just wanting to get home already. Everything became a blur slowly, losing awareness because of how stressed out you were and the feeling of dizziness becoming more prominent minute by minute. Stopping a couple times, you took a break so the symptoms slowed down- playing the waiting game and then moving again. Missing a step, you almost fell…

Black sleeved arms caught you around your waist, holding you up from face-planting into the concrete floor. If you weren’t ‘alone’, at a mall, at night- you would've said thanks. But the fact that you never heard a single door open or footsteps fueled your action to grip onto the rail harder and turn around- nothing. Nothing was there... No-one was there… The next morning you forgot all about it, blaming it on your delirium from working a ten hour shift on four hours of sleep and a red bull. It was nothing.

Months passed since then, you almost hurt yourself countless times because of your perfectionism and by ‘chance’ you didn’t. A ‘gust of wind’ pushed the door closed just in time for you to lean on it. Your phone appeared, ringing so loudly in between your couch cushions that you had no choice but to crash instead of continuing cleaning during a dizzy spell and a migraine once. How convenient that you didn’t burn an arm trying to cook while your head was spinning because the electric stove shut off randomly that day. The small gifts from your secret admirer ramped up in price and became spot-on choices of what you liked. Word got around fast- despite your 50+ coworkers. So, you assumed whoever it was, was listening. Small detailed jewelry, costly gemstones, your favorite snacks- it should’ve been alarming. But who were you to question gifts given out of ‘pure romantic obsession interest’? 

Tuesday, on the way to work in a uber, you checked your missed texts. One was sent 4 A.M. and you didn't recognize the number. Your blood ran cold when you read it.

Don’t push yourself to be a perfectionist today, Y/N. I can’t watch you every second like usual- I’ll only be able to check on you every hour today. I’m making everything perfect for our 8 month anniversary and need to spend some time on getting it all ready for tonight. Be careful, Doll. I love you~

The same number showed up as calling after you read it, and with shaky hands, you answered. 

“̶̥͙̬̂͊R̴̢̲͈̿e̴̹̤̲͊͠ă̵̞͇ͅd̸̙̤͘̕͝y̶̤̭͛͋͐ ̵͔̒f̵̣͉̉̎ó̶̧͖̩͗r̵͉̼͚̿̈͆ ̷̙̲͕͂̚o̵̪̓̋ų̴͋r̶̼̬̍̕͜ ̸̬̪͆d̵͓̑̂ą̷̬̦̀t̷̩̩̪͆͒̾ḛ̵̓ ̶̘͌̌̈ẗ̶͉́̐͋o̸͖̟̼͑n̶̳̍̚ḭ̶̔͊ĝ̸̰̲h̵̺̒̒̕ͅt̷̻̠̬͌͝,̵͇͐̾ ̵͓͌͝D̸̦̦̽̀ạ̶̫͊̀̉r̴̙̈́l̸͕̫̭̓̒ī̷̻n̷̩̂’̴̧̓?̸̠̖̍̀”̸̦̈́̑̕  *

*”Ready for our date tonight, Darlin’?”

[helenofsimblr]

Sage: Here we are, the main area. What furnishings you see will be included, there is a security deposit to pay which if or when you move out you will get back. The landlord has said he doesn’t mind if you want to redecorate.

Guy: Jeeze, it totally needs a lick of paint.

Sage: I might as well be more truthful, for whatever reason due to the position of the apartment on the building, the water pressure here is not the best. So there’s that. Also the wiring is a little old, so, yeah… might have some interesting experiences there.

Guy: I did a lot of Robotics at Foxbury. I can handle a bit of residential electrical wiring if I have to.

Sage: Ooh, a handyman. 

****

Sage: This is the kitchen diner… and you have a great view of the city. So is it you, or Mrs Robinson that does the cooking?

Guy: It does have a view, pity it has a Senator Moriarty banner on that building for me to look at. And uh,there isn’t a Mrs Robinson. Well, apart from my mother, heh. 

Sage: Oh, I guess I just assumed you might be married or have a partner. Sorry.

Guy: Uh no, so I guess I’m gonna have to learn to cook… or get to know the best take outs around here. 

Sage: There are a few of those, I’m sure I can point you in the right direction.

****

Guy: So what’s the landlord’s stance on me I dunno, changing up the furniture or putting a new bathroom suite in?

Sage: I think he’s pretty open to it. 

Guy: Good, I mean I won’t be able to take the new stuff with me at the end of the rental agreement I assume? Unless I keep the old stuff in that empty room.

Sage: Yes, that’s about right.

Guy: Bathroom is ok actually, I mean, it has a toilet, a sink and a shower, what more could you want?

Sage: A bath with pulsating massage jets… sorry, my personal fantasy, ah, some day…

[imaginedreamwrite]

Asylum Steve having a nightmare about being back at the asylum and of the reader being like the other nurses and not carrying/not being nice to him/thinking he's crazy.

Only for him to wake up with her rubbing his head and humming their song knowing that he strapped in his nightmare

Electricity shot through his body, the sudden jerk and the searing heat that shot through him made him clamp down on the bite they provided, his strong teeth nearly cracking it in two.

“STOP IT! STOP IT!” He did his best to look at you as you were pleading behind glass, slamming your fists against the smooth surface. “LEAVE HIM ALONE!”

You were restrained, you were being carted away and he didn’t have the strength to try and break the cuffs. He had felt another jarring surge of electricity and his eyes screwed closed. His teeth had begun to break and cracks, the bones in his hands breaking from his own clenched fists and the pressure he had put on himself.

“Increase the voltage.” The order was given, and his body felt like it was being cooked from the inside out.

He was screaming but his vocal chords seemed to be cut off and mangled. He was pleading, but no sounds would come out, nothing was heard.

Nothing but the sound of your own pained screaming and wailing, as if you knew he was going to be killed.

He woke with a sudden jerk, his eyes wide and cold sweat rolling down his back in small beads that made the sheets damp and his skin feel chilled. Steve had given himself a few moments to focus on the surroundings that brought him comfort before he had finally looked to his right to see you starting to rouse from your slumber. He had kept his eyes on you, he hadn’t dared look away for the sake of his own sanity, he needed to be sure you were real, he had to have definitive proof that he wasn’t dreaming the best thing that had ever happened to him.

“You had a nightmare,” your voice rang in his ears and your hand had come to rest upon his naked abdomen, the warmth from your hand physical reassurance that you were here, “Steve, you’re okay.”

Your hand wasn’t enough, he needed to feel all of you. He had needed to feel you tucked against his chest where you would be safe and protected from the cruelty of the world. He had done what he needed to, Steve had wrapped his arms and legs around your body and brought you flush against him, he had rest his chin on the top of your head while listening to you singing your shared favourite song, the one that you had danced to time and time again.

Steve had kept you in his embrace, he had let himself relax into the sound of your voice, of your soft singing. He was safe, you were safe. Nothing could hurt you here, Steve would protect you from it, he would never let you get hurt again.

[thistleandthorn-rpg]

Congrats Allie on your audition for Adriana Lodge. Send us her blog within 48 hours! :)

OOC INFORMATION: Name/Alias: Allie Preferred pronoun: She/Her Age: 27 Timezone/Country: EST RP Experience: Lots Activity Level: Um like a 9ish? IC INFORMATION: Name: Adriana Carina Lodge Former Designation: Switch originally but claimed as a sub Age: 33 Birthdate: July 22, 1991 Faceclaim: Selena Gomez Orientation: Pansexual Owner: Stonewall Prep Kinks: Up for anything not on anti-kinks Anti-Kinks: Electric shocks, vomit, watersports, excessive degradation

Key Points: 

- Intelligent, resourceful, caring, diligent, driven, passive-aggressive at times - Previously family-oriented, now not so sure about that - Has been screwed over by enemies of the family three times: When her Dom was killed, when her second claim was suddenly denied, and when she was bought as a new slave by the Ghoulies and held for about a year - Has trouble deciding how she feels about her family, but knows she doesn’t fully trust anyone - Likes photography and film, business, horses/polo, drawing, and cooking

BIO 

Adriana Carina Lodge was to be first in a line of perfect specimens, with good looks, charm, money, and power all on her side. She was born with a silver spoon in her mouth, and you could serve her something on a silver platter and she’d ask why it wasn’t gold. She was a very capable toddler, knowing what she wanted in life as well as how to get it. Her parents were tough people, but there wasn’t much they weren’t willing to do for their first born. Sometimes she didn’t get as much attention from them as she wanted, but she knew they were busy doing important things. In the meantime, she became close to some of the subs in the house, as well as to her siblings. She was about four when the twins were born, not liking the duo at first because babies weren’t very glamorous. She was gifted a horse that she named Pegasus on her fourth birthday, and while she was really too young to care for a horse, she did her best- at first just as a way to get away from the incessant crying. But by the time she was six, Adriana was in competitions for racing and jumping. By ten, she’d added polo to the list of activities she did with Pegasus.

Adriana is and has always been a caring person- at least compared to others in her family’s social circle. She watched what felt like every Disney movie ever made with Alex once he was born- having to stifle her comments about how unrealistic and scientifically impossible some of it was- and she went to his and Logan’s soccer games. As for Veronica, she’d come up with a plan as a child to pass the torch of official princess off to her little sister. From the time she could talk, Veronica was very comfortable and confident in the lifestyle. Anything her little sister wanted to do, she did her best to support her. Adriana liked all the benefits of her life, but she felt the pressures too. By helping Veronica come into her own, she could feel the pressure on herself dropping as she took very subtle steps away from the dynasty part of the family. This gave her a lot of time with her sister in particular which made them close, though she also tried to make sure Logan knew how to treat people. To this day, she’s not sure if she succeeded in that or not. The best thing that came out of not being the princess was that she began making friends outside of her usual circle. She found a love for photography after finding an old film camera in her mom’s closet, and also enjoyed drawing.

Between her friends, her hobbies, and hanging out with her younger siblings, she was pretty down to earth all things considered. Plus, she enjoyed cooking, which was a little unexpected considering they had a chef. When she was eleven, she planned out her life. Horse stuff and family stuff, high marks in elementary and middle, honors in high school. After she got as far and prestigious as possible in her equestrian activities, she’d go to college for a double major of Business and Photography/Film Studies. After that, she’d go to an Academy, rock whatever mark she got, fall in love and get a claim. She did all of it. She’d even thrown in some work experience as a photographer’s assistant in between college and the Academy. Everything was going her way, which she deserved because she’d worked damn hard for it. Plus she was a Lodge, so her success and good fortune just made good sense. There wasn’t a single negative thing any tabloid could say about her, which she took great pride in. Of course there were those that criticized her for not having received a Dominant mark as the matriarch of the next generation of Lodges, but she was happy with her Switch mark. It let her experience everything- let her gather data on every possible path she could take.

When she claimed as a submissive, it didn’t feel great to her. She didn’t feel she was meant to be a sub, though she wasn’t supposed to be a dom either. She was supposed to be a Switch for life, and the fact that that was impossible kind of pissed her off. All that said though, she and Darius were a match made in heaven. He’d claimed and married her when she was 27, and even bought her a slave that she could use to practice her more dominant side every once in a while if she earned it. Darius was the heir to a well-known law firm, and his aunt was a photographer. He even had Pegasus brought to his place from her parents’ place. Her way of life never really changed, and they were extremely happy. Adriana was set for life- just like she’d been planning since sixth grade. What she hadn’t accounted for were the bad parts of being a Lodge. She didn’t know the full extent of what her family business actually was, but she knew that if anyone looked at her funny, they’d disappear. And that came with something her eleven-year-old self hadn’t thought of: Enemies.

A few years into her idyllic claim, Darius died on his way to a briefing on Wall Street, yet there were no witnesses. It had been framed by police as a mugging gone wrong, but Adriana knew in her bones that it had been a purposeful and targeted attack. Stricken with grief and shell-shock, she went back to an Academy. She had trouble finding someone with the weight of her loss hanging over her, but just like everything else in her life, Adriana was successful in finding another claim. But again, the tragedy of having enemies would find her. Her perfectly good claim with Carlos was suddenly and unexpectedly denied by the headmaster after a payoff. A couple months later, she turned thirty and was taken to an auction house for slave training. And the second she’d ‘graduated’ from said training, she was bought up by someone in Ohio. She was sure it was her father, as she knew he was there being the mayor of some small town. But she was transported there and found out that she was mistaken. She’d been bought by a gang; an apparent enemy of her family.

The fucking Ghoulies. They were known to be horrible, even amongst other gangs. The Ghoulies had plans for her. They couldn’t believe their luck that she had become a slave. She was just sitting there, an open target. So they snatched her up and took her to an undisclosed location, some kind of compound was all she could guess. She was beat up upon arrival, and it was clear that they thought the submissive would break from that. But lying down and taking it didn’t feel right. So she decided to become a nuisance to these people- the bane of their damn existence. She wanted her tormentors to wake up for work each morning and dread it. So while there was crying involved, she was still an entitled ass to everyone. It didn’t come naturally, but the torture and abuse she endured made her understandably angry. So they could use strobe lights and loud music and static at ridiculous decibels to disturb her sleep and make sure she never felt settled. They could fuck her against every surface in the place. They could make her feel every feeling on the map. They could give her the most sorry excuse for a pillow that she’d ever seen. She was still going to give them a hard time.

This continued for months on end, until her anger started to subside. She developed a plan to be a mole. She was inside their compound, being interrogated by their people; there had to be plenty to learn. So slowly, Adriana became withdrawn and compliant. She did what she was told and even used her manners sometimes. Combined with her charisma and knack for manipulation, she learned a lot about their operation when her tormentors thought she was too broken to pay attention. At first, it was by design. She’d keep it up until she got out of there; and she WOULD get out of there. But her behavior influenced her thoughts which influenced her feelings, and soon she’d begun to lose herself. She lost her vigor, as her practicality told her that she would never be allowed to leave. And she was right: those people weren’t letting her out of their grasp. They didn’t want money.

They wanted the Lodges to know they had their daughter. Once she started behaving more accordingly to what they wanted, they began using her for more than just behind-doors activities. They took advantage of her business and photography skills to help sell their slaves, and even went so far as to use her face to sell products that funded some of their operations- just to rub the Lodge’s faces in it. At least they knew she was alive. However, the universe had a different plan. About a year in to her imprisonment, a SWAT team infiltrated the compound, taking everyone who wasn’t a slave into custody. She was then bought up very quickly, this time by the Headmaster of a local Academy. And of course it was the one in Lima. It just had to be, because that’s just how her luck had been lately. She has no idea what she’ll say to her father, or how she feels about him or her mother. She has to blame them for her misfortune, but beyond that, she feels very indecisive where her family is concerned. Broken inside, she’s about to be a slave in a completely new setting- starting over with her wits not exactly about her. Having seen no decent humans in a year, her work is cut out for her. And unlike the rest of her life, this work will have no reward.

BIO QUESTIONS 

Describe your path to slavery.

My Dominant got killed and my second claim was denied because the Headmaster had been bought off. Then I went into slavery and got bought by some asshat gangsters who eventually got bitten by karma, so they’re in prison and I’m starting my journey as a slave over.

What advice would you give to current students to avoid ending up in your position?

Distance yourself from your family’s shit? Either that or don’t claim for love. I don’t actually believe in that, but if I’d done that, it would have saved me a lot of heartache.

How do you feel about the system, and how have your views changed since becoming a slave?

I always figured that being treated as less than human sucked, but the people who got in that situation just needed it to be able to fall in line. Now I think it’s kind of evil. Even someone who is unlikable or unlucky is a human. There should at least be a longer grace period than a year if your claim dies though. Healing from that and opening yourself to someone new takes a long time. I made it work until the headmaster got in the way (I swear he was bought off) but it was very hard and cut the deadline too close for comfort.

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Solar Opposites in The Ultra Opposites Episode #4: “Electric Rage” (for @avaveevo and @crazychanuwu77)

On a normal typical school day, Jesse Solar-Opposites was walking through the halls, until suddenly she got hit by an eraser. By Stacy K and the Stacies.

Jesse: Uh oh, the Stacies.

Stacy F: Oh my God. What the fuck are you doing in our halls?

Jesse: Uh…

Stacy K: Oh my God, Jessica. You are so embarrassing! Ugh!

Stacy B: Get the fuck out of here! hump kicks Jesse as she moans

The Stacies laugh as Jesse started growling and electrify spreads around her body. Miss Frankie sees Jesse and gasp in horror.

Miss Frankie: Oh shit! Better call her dads.

Later, Korvo and Terry head to the Principal Cooke and Miss Frankie exchange awkward looks at them than last time.

Terry: Uh is everything okay with our kids?

Korvo: Don’t tell me Yumyulack-

Miss Frankie: Oh no. It has something to do with your daughter. She looks very stressed.

Korvo: What?! Really?!

Principal Cooke: To be honest, the Stacies have been harassing her for the past weeks and she look very overwhelmed.

Terry: What?! Jesse has been picked for the last couple of weeks? Why didn’t she tell us?

Miss Frankie: I-I’m afraid the stress has gotten to her. So, I think it’s best if we suspend her. For two weeks.

Terry and Korvo: What?!

Korvo: But Jesse didn’t do anything wrong!

Principal Cooke: We know, but it’s for the best. All the stress is causing Jesse to react in some kind of weird energy.

Terry: Uh?

Principal Cooke: So, I think it’s best if you guys keep her home. Now, get the fuck out of my office!

Later in Ms. Perez’s class…

Ms. Perez: Now class, I notice you’ve been going through some changes. It’s a big thing for you kids. Especially that one day, you’ll blossom into a beautiful adult.

However, Jesse is not enjoying it because the Stacies are longer objects at her.

The Stacies: laughing mischievously; quietly

Jesse: groaning in annoyance

Ms. Perez: Jesse, is there anything wrong?

Jesse: Ugh, you see-

But then, Jesse gets grabbed by Korvo and Terry who panicky took her home. Later, Jesse's sitting on the couch with Korvo and Terry looking at her worriedly.

Korvo: The fuck is wrong with you Jesse? Why didn’t you tell us the Stacies are bullying you?

Terry: Sweetie, we are really worried about you. These girls are a bad influence and pushing you too far.

Jesse: But I want to be like them! Ugh! I hate this decision! It’s too much pressure!

Suddenly, a white Goobler sprouted out off Jesse’s mouth as it lies on the floor. Korvo and Terry froze in horror once Janiz came down and gasp.

Janiz: Oh my God. Is that a White Goobler?

Korvo: Oh shit! Not again!

Later, Janiz did some research on the white goobler as she gasp.

Janiz: Aw man, I’m afraid this would happen! All the stress has catch up to Jesse. It created another White Goobler.

Jesse: Aw no, not again! Ugh! electricity spreads around her body

Korvo: Whoa whoa whoa. Easy there honey. Take it easy! If you keep doing this, the white Goobler is gonna grow bigger than last them.

Jesse: Aw okay.

Terry: We should start training you first thing in the morning. But first…

Janiz made a huge tube keeping the white Goobler locked up. The next morning, Yumyulack and Jesse were in their bedroom where Yumyulack grows annoyed by Jesse reading a magazine.

Yumyulack: Damn it, you are seriously reading about pretty girls again?!

Jesse: But I love it.

Yumyulack: Oh really? That how come you are not pretty?!

Jesse: GRRRRRR! WILL YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP?!

Soon enough, it was the last straw. Jesse’s anger caused her to release a huge amount of that shocked Yumyulack as he scream in pain. Jesse’s anger then fades away as she gasp and tears burst from her eyes.

Yumyulack: Oh shit. Jesse I am so sorry, I didn’t mean it.

Jesse: tearfully Y’know what?! Maybe, it’s best if I just leave. I’m too much of a burden anyway. I wish I never found these stupid powers in the first place.

Jesse runs off crying.

Jesse: in tears Don’t follow me!

Yumyulack: Jesse! Don’t be like that! Come on, talk to me!

Later, Jesse is shown the ship crying as Korvo approaches her in a concern tone.

Korvo: Jesse? What’s wrong babygirl, are you still upset over what happened yesterday?

Jesse: tearfully Yes. You were right. I do have anger problems. I having trouble controlling my anger. I don’t even know what my powers can do.

Korvo: Oh Jesse, this is all my fault. I should’ve given you more attention and I should’ve never put all that fucked up pressure on you and bullied you.

Jesse: crying Well I deserve it! Everyone thinks I am the weakest link of them all.

Korvo gasp in concern as he puts his arms around Jesse and started to soothe her.

Korvo: Oh honey, I am sorry. I never should’ve treat you like shit all those years. I guess it was because I hated myself and you all know it.

Jesse: sniffles It’s okay. I know you didn’t mean it. I just can’t do anything right. crying

Korvo: Oh honey. That is not true. You done so many amazing things. You did an awesome job at the pronunciation bee! You defeated a giant Goobler! You saved Yumyulack from a giant penis! You are a very brave young lady and you’ve grown so much since our mission. I am so proud of you. And I’m sorry I never told you that all the time. You are a special girl and I should’ve given you more credit. I am so proud to call you my daughter.

Jesse smiles as tears swell from her eyes, finally receiving attention from her step-father for the first time in her life.

Jesse: Come here you big lug.

Jesse and Korvo hugs as Janiz watches and smile.

Janiz: So how are you two doing on here?

Jesse: Everything’s okay now. But, I think I should training on my powers. Because, I don’t want to get anyone hurt again by them.

Janiz: Don’t worry. I’m sure this training session will be perfect and- Yumyulack taps her on the shoulder with a remorseful look on his face Huh?

Yumyulack grabs Janiz as he looks at her remorsefully.

Janiz: What is it honey?

Yumyulack: Aunt Janiz, can I be the one to help train Jesse? I really messed things up with her lately. And, I want to make things right with my sister.

Janiz: Aw okay honey. You go right ahead.

Yumyulack smiles and hugs Janiz as he heads off. The next morning, Jesse approaches the training room. She then sees Yumyulack in his Ultra Opposites suit

Yumyulack/Psylock: Hey uh sis.

Jesse: Why are you here?

Yumyulack/Psylock: I decided to make things up for what happened yesterday with some training.

Jesse: thinks about it Hmmm… okay!

Yumyulack: Good now let’s get started:

Cue training montage:

A few minutes later, Jesse had finished training as Yumyulack grows impressed.

Yumyulack/Psylock: Wow. You were amazing.

Jesse: I know and look! summons a wrecking ball I have a wrecking ball.

Yumyulack/Psylock: Yeah. Hey, sorry for being a dick yesterday. I was treating you the same the Stacies treated you and that wasn’t very nice.

Jesse: Aw you may have been a dick. But it’s okay now.

Yumyulack and Jesse hug but then Jesse accidentally shock him.

Yumyulack: Aah!

Jesse: Oops sorry.

Yumyulack: It’s okay. I still like your hugs.

Jesse: Aaaw.

But then, Janiz notices the white Goobler growing.

Janiz: Jesus Christ, what’s happening now?

Korvo: comes in Damn, looks like Jesse’s stress are getting worse.

Terry: Aw our poor little girl.

But then, they heard something outside. Jesse was walking peacefully until, the Stacies came again and bump into her.

Stacy K: Ugh. Ew. Jesse, you never told us you live here.

Jesse: I did on the first day of school.

Stacy K: Next time speak up Messica! If you weren’t part of school, you wouldn’t be here with us!

Jesse groans in frustration but Korvo, realizing the Stacies are treating Jesse the same way he treated her in the past, looks down remorsefully. Then, his face turns to anger and he marches down the stairs.

Terry: Korvo, where are you going?

As Korvo heads outside, Jesse solemnly heads back to her room. Korvo marches towards the Stacies in anger as he grows extremely pissed off.

Korvo: You three!

Stacies: Huh? What the?

Korvo: How dare you treat my sweet little girl like that, you three fucking brats?!

Stacy K: Excuse us?

Stacy B: You don’t scare us, Mr. Opposites.

As the Stacies laugh, Korvo growls and transforms into his Super Shlorpian form and growls.

Stacies: Aaaaaahh!

Stacy F: Aaah! Jesse’s daddy is a monster!

Stacy K: Let’s get the fuck out of here!

The Stacies ran away screaming as Korvo watches and chuckles.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Ha ha ha. Still got it.

Janiz: Damn Korvo, why did you do that?

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Well, let’s just say I’m like a Hawk. I may look pretty as I look, but mess with my lil chicks, you get the fucking talons!

Terry: Damn honey, you were pretty badass.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Thank you.

Terry kisses Korvo on the lips. Later, Janiz was heading up to her lab, until Aisha and Eva pop up.

Aisha: Janiz! Quick! Something strange has gone wrong!

Janiz: What?! What the fuck happened?!

Janiz rushes to the lab and gasp to see the tube broken and the White Goobler gone.

Janiz: Oh shit.

Meanwhile, the Solar Opposites are looking at the meteor shower.

Jesse: Wow. The meteor shower sure is beautiful.

Korvo: It sure is. These stars look beautiful to gaze at.

Yumyulack: It really is beautiful.

Pupa: Stars!

Terry: Pretty amazing once you think about it.

Suddenly, the family heard a rustling sound and birds going crazy.

Korvo: Shut up! Do you hear that?! tippy toes quietly with his family Use the single match app on your phone to get us more light.

Terry: Right. gets out his match app Steady. I hope this work. This app only has one match before it makes you watch an add. Phew, there we go.

Terry lifts up the phone and the light shows the white Goobler gigantic now. The family screams in shock and horror. The white Goobler then grabs Korvo as he gasp.

Korvo: Help! It’s hugging me! Help! Help!

Janiz: The white goobler got out! And now I know what happened! I think he’s eating other people!

Korvo: Yeah! Thanks for telling me that! Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck! gets eaten

Terry: Oh no! My Korvy!

Jesse: We have to get you guys somewhere where you can transform!

But before they could do that, the white Goobler grabs Yumyulack.

Yumyulack: No ho!

Jesse: Yummybear!

Yumyulack: screaming as he gets eaten alive

Terry: We need some speed luckily I wore my healies. rollers get stuck in mud Man stupid naive rolling in the dirt.

Jesse: Run Terry!

Terry: I’m trying! These heely shoes betray me! gets eaten by white Goobler

Janiz: drives her motorcycle Auntie Janiz to the rescue!

Jesse hope on her aunt’s motorcycle, puts on a helmet and the two Shlorpian drives off.

Janiz: We gotta do something before they get digested!

Jesse: comes up with an idea I have an idea! But first, Auntie Janiz, ram this baby up for speed!

Janiz: What?! Why?!

Jesse: Trust me!

With that said, Janiz raves up her motorcycle as it brooms up into the white Goobler. Jesse and Janiz made it down here where it turns out the family has transformed into their Ultra Opposites forms.

Jesse: Wow, I didn’t know you guys transformed that quick.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Well, that bad news is, I’m afraid those powers have been proven immobile to the goobler. My ice powers just make his gut more stronger.

Yumyulack/Psylock: And I couldn’t even find his brain with my mind reading powers. I think it because it doesn’t have a brain.

Terry/Solar Flare: Yeah, and I’m afraid I use my powers in there, we’ll melt since we’re in his stomach.

Janiz: Well, what do we do now?!

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Hmm… then realizes how it all started and comes up with an idea That’s it! Jesse, imagine me as the worst Stacy in the whole neighborhood.

Jesse: What? Oh it’s Stacy K.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: That’s right. Now, I’m gonna act like her and you are gonna confront her!

Jesse: Huh? What?

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: teenage girl voice Oh my God Jessica. You are so embarrassing. It’s your fault you’re a loser.

Jesse: gasp Stacy K… shut.. shut…

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Come on Jesse! Imagine me as Stacy K! You can do this! Let all that anger out!

Jesse’s eyes then shine as she started to let it all her fury out as electric lightning sparks spreads around her body.

Jesse: Shut up Stacie K! It’s your fault my family and I are trapped in here! If it weren’t for you and your fellow Stacies bullying me, I would never had another fudging white Goobler in the first place! You and your Stacies are nothing but a bunch of bullies because I am not beautiful and glamorous as you three are. But, that ends today!

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: mimicking Stacy K I’m not a bully. Don’t try to pin this on me!

Jesse: stomps her left feet as the sparks grow stronger and she starts floating I’m not done! You three are rude, mean and selfish and you just hate yourselves and everyone at school knows it.

Yumyulack/Psylock: looking up at Jesse Y-You don’t like them?

Jesse: No. I don’t like you girls. Korvo was right about you girls. You never let me join in your group activities and you always make fun other girls who are less prettier than you.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: mimicking Stacy K Alright Jessica, you can hang out with us if you calm down. smirks

Jesse: STOP CALLING ME JESSICA! MY! NAME! IS! JESSE!!!

Jesse suddenly starts glowing

Terry/Solar Flare: Woah! What's happening???

Jesse/Electra's Transformation Sequence:

After transforming, Jesse uses her electric wrecking ball to explode the White Goobler.

Janiz: Alright! We're free! But...what happened...?

Korvo/The Legendary Super Shlorpian: Unless I'm mistaken, Jesse's anger must have tapped into her powers...

Terry/Solar Flare: WHO CARES?! Her transformation was super cool!

Yumyulack/Psylock: No. It was weird.

Jesse/Electra gives Yumyulack/Psylock a death stare.

Yumyulack/Psylock: Uh, I mean cute.

Jesse/Electra: giggles Better.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Bravo Jesse! I am so proud of you! Welcome to the Ultra Opposites!

The family embrace Jesse, as she smiles with tears of joy in her eyes and she walks towards the White Goobler’s corpse.

Jesse/Electra: Guess what you damn dirty Goobler?! You just got… Electra’d!

Jesse, now going as Electra, does her own super hero pose as she smiles in triumph. Two weeks, Jesse has return to school with a smile on her face as she heads towards the halls. But then, the Stacies came.

Stacy K: Hey Jessica. We like a word about you about your father.

Jesse: with tranquil fury No! You listen here Stacies! I had a horrible week! A horrible day! My family was almost devoured by a fucking white Goobler! And I had enough you girls pushing me around! So if you don’t mind, GET OUT OF MY FACE!

The Stacies: run away screaming

Stacy K: running away;crying out You’re scarier than your daddy!

Jesse laughs as Yumyulack smiles with Daryl.

Daryl: Damn honey. Your sister’s all badass now.

Yumyulack: Yeah. She sure is. heads to Jesse I’m really proud you saving us last night. Thanks for saving our asses.

Jesse: No problem, and thank you for training me. You may be a dick, but you’re my big brother. And I love you. Come here.

Jesse and Yumyulack hug as the screen fades to black.

THE END

[eldritchsurveys]

1206.

Have you ever driven an electric car?: >> I have not.

Do you live in an area that is prone to tornadoes?: >> I do not. How many closets does your house have?: >> Three.

When was the last time you saw someone you went to high school with?: .

Have you ever eaten moussaka?: >> I have not. Yet!

What breed was the last dog you saw?: . How long have your parents been together (or how long were they together, if they no longer are): .

What has been your most epic cooking failure?: >> I haven't had any epic failures. Just minor ones.

Do you read other people's survey answers on here?: >> Sometimes. Not everyone's; just like anyone else, I don't find everyone interesting enough to want to read about their lives on a regular basis. What's your bedtime routine?: >> Brush teeth, shower if it's a shower day, moisturise, get into bed clothes, (sometimes) light incense, (sometimes) smoke weed, either listen to some music and play a phone game or read until sleepytime.

Do you agree with the saying 'distance makes the heart grow fonder?': >> I have not found this to be true for me, personally. I am very sensitive to/prone to relationship decay and the less I hear from/see an individual, the less fond I become of them. It's not irreparable, but it IS a thing to be aware of. On the flip side, if I see someone constantly with no breaks for rest and recharge, then I usually get really weary of them just from overstimulation and the constant pressure of their presence. In that case, I do find that a bit of distance and time to myself will reactivate my feelings of interest towards a person. So I guess context matters, as always.

Have you ever been to Mexico?: >> I have not.

Do you have a bad temper?: >> I don't. I think I have a perfectly average temper. When was the last time it stormed where you live?: >> I don't remember. It was supposed to storm yesterday -- got a severe storm watch notification and everything -- and then it was bright and sunny instead. Go figure.

Do you ever fact-check the things you read on the internet?: >> Ever? Sure. I don't do it often though, just because it doesn't matter that much to me. I'm not taking anything I read in passing on, like, tumblr as gospel in the first place and I don't care if it's false because I'm not using it for anything. Now, if I was going to parrot what I'd heard (or reblog a post or something), then I'd definitely want to double-check my facts just to make sure I'm not spreading misinfo. And also just because I don't want to come off as credulous, lol.

How long would it take you to walk to the nearest store?: >> There's a bodega-style store around the corner from me, so about 5 minutes.

What 5 words best describe your mother's personality?: .

Do you know any transgender people?: >> Of course.

What's your dream job?: .

How old were you when you got your first smartphone?: >> Uhh... late twenties, roundabout.

Have you ever had a parrot sit on your shoulder?: >> I have not. In the morning, do you eat breakfast first or brush your teeth first?: >> I don't brush my teeth in the morning.

What's something you had to learn the hard way?: .

What sort of window coverings do you have in your living room?: >> Blinds.

Has anyone in your life ever treated you abusively?: >> Several people have.

What's the weather like right now?: >> Bright, sunny, warm. A little breezy, judging by how much the big bush next to my window is rustling around. How long has it been since your last breakup?: .

Can you concentrate well while listening to music, or do you find it distracting?: >> I really can't, especially if it's music with lyrics or a lot of... idk, changes in sound (I don't know the proper term for that, lol -- for example, a dubstep beat drop, or a crescendo, or like a shift from a chugging doom-y sound to a more melodic section. Progression? Is that a word for it...). I can only do things that are manual -- like household tasks -- or mindless -- like match-3 phone games -- when I'm listening to music.

What's the name of the amusement park closest to your house?: .

Do you like The Rolling Stones?: >> I like Gimme Shelter... that's about it. What was the last single item you spent over $100 on?: >> I don't remember.

What's something you've been struggling with lately?: >> We're food-insecure again! Hooray!!!!

What was the last caffeinated drink you had?: >> I had some black tea recently.

[inquisitorgaywarden]

weird fun facts about you oc(s)

Rules: share some fun facts about your oc(s). They don't have to be relevant to their story, perhaps even better if they aren't. The weirdest ones are the best!

Tagged by @ndostairlyrium - Thank you so, so much!! <3 I love talking about my kids :D

She can't cook for life. Morrigan and Alistair tried their best to teach her the basics... but she just can't,

She steals as a hobby. When she was younger, she stole from her family and staff around the Cousland's castle, only to give it back later and watch their bafflement as they realized something of theirs was missing. It became a bad habit. She gives back the stuff she stole (usually),

She loves being in control and making tough calls, even if they're stressing her out. She was raised as a ruler and she enjoys leading,

She loves politics and scheming. She finds it fascinating and she wants to find out more about people, their motives - it's the game, and she thrives in it,

She loves to draw; her sketchbook is filled with sketches of her friends and gryffins (there's a lot of sketches of gryffins and Alistair with hearts around them).

Her magic abilities showed up when she was around 5 years old, scaring the shit out of pregnant Leandra who went into labor shortly after. Hawke froze Malcolm's hands as he tried to tickle her,

She hates being alone. She needs someone at close proximity at all times; the more the merrier! After all, she need an audience for all the jokes she cracks (lmao),

Often she casually strolls into Anders' clinic to watch him work - healing magic is not her forte, and she finds it mesmerizing how Anders wields it,

She can sing - she loves singing. She used to sing lullabies for the twins when they were younger,

She doesn't really sleep at night, but she often takes naps. She can nap anywhere, there's no position that's uncomfortable for a nap. She especially enjoys those naps when the sun is shining right at her, warming her up. Anders says it reminds him of a cat.

In the Ostwick Circle, she and her friends created a competition of 'who's going to make the funniest prank on the Templars.' It went on for years, but finally, she was declared the winner when, at her Harrowing, she decided to prank them with a bunny pretending to be a demon of greed,

Due to her rebellious nature, she often wasn't allowed to leave the Tower. Thanks to that, she's quite pale. After leading the Inquisition, she got sunburned really bad, lol

Her attitude is surprisingly very un-ladylike - despite being a Trevelyan. This was something Josephine was concerned about when they went to Halamshiral, but Evelyn put on such a good mask - remembering all those talks she had with her mother and all the books she read about Orlesian customs, her behavior was perfect,

She's got a big sweet tooth. She loves tiny Orlesian desserts, cakes, chocolate, sugar, and fruit. Instead of eating meals, she tends to snack throughout the day, taking a little pouch filled with dried fruit, cheese, bread, and nuts.

Her magic abilities presented when she was 13; she made her fingers sparkle with electricity when one of her cousins stole her piece of cake. Her cousin's hair stood up, and the entire family dinner went silent. Then, chaos erupted.

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I'm tagging @rh-ood @plisuu and @thatonedalish

No pressure tho! :]