#biological controls: if it bleeds we can kill it

[starr-angelofnarnia]

Accidental Hate

I’m certain I’m going to get hate for this, but I’ve been thinking about something a lot since coming to terms with the election results. Overall, I would say the democratic party, leftists, progressives, whatever name you have for the group is far more empathetic than the opposite side of the political spectrum. The term “bleeding heart liberal” always makes me laugh because it’s said as if it’s an insult. You’re looking down on me because I care about others? That’s not the flex you think it is.

But there is a concerning trend within the democratic party in the U.S. that I honestly think has a MONSTROUS impact on why we are where we are today. Plain and simple, a bad habit has developed of labeling things as -ist or -phobic when they just aren’t. I’m going to share some examples and I’ll start with the most immediate example that has me considering this in the first place.

“Kamala Harris lost because Trump supporters are sexist and racist.” No. I’m sure there were some voters who voted against her for being black and/or a woman. But that’s not the majority. The number one reason cited for voting Trump over Harris was the economy. THE ECONOMY. People are struggling to afford basic needs and they don’t think Harris is going to address that. Now, this is a problem with corporate greed (which Republicans escalate) rather than the economy. But that’s not an issue of race. That’s not an issue of gender. That’s an issue of more and more people struggling to put food on the table.

“But they want greater border control. That’s also racist.” Yes. It can be. But remember that fear about the economy? Most people assume that money that should be going to Americans is going to support people who enter illegally. And immigration in general is very nuanced because you have people here legally but temporarily, people here legally who overstay their welcome, naturalized citizens, people seeking refuge and probably more I’m missing. Concerns that borders need to be closed are coming (mostly) from people who are losing their jobs and struggling to survive. Assuming these people are racist ends up being classist because these concerns are coming mostly from the poor and undereducated.

“Jordan Chiles lost her medal because of racists.” Again, no. Anti-American, possibly, considering the nuances of international sporting competitions and human bias (because the US has dominated women’s gymnastics for decades now and other countries want to break that record). But it’s not racist. And anyone who thinks it is, clearly didn’t watch the competition in question. The medal issue is a problem with the International Gymnastics Federation, the International Olympic Committee, and the Court of Arbitration for Sport. And again, there are so many nuances here (it should not be impossible to earn a perfect 10) that makes it difficult. But to call it racist is a stretch. Especially considering Romania (the team that ended up with the bronze), has called for FIG to give Chiles’ medal back, as it was a clerical mistake.

“I can’t believe people stopped buying a brand of beer because the company chose a trans woman as a spokesperson.” This one really ticked me off because Dylan Mulvaney became popular by making videos with disgusting stereotypes of women. I’ll give her the respect she deserves by using her proper pronouns, but she did cause harm with some of the stereotypes she used. Some of the backlash was transphobic. A portion of the backlash were women who felt their voice was being taken away by someone making a mockery of them.

“J.K. Rowling is trans-phobic.” I don’t know her. Maybe she is. (I mean, fuck, she DEFINITELY crossed a line in her criticism of Imane Khelif). But she’s also had some valid points. There are biological differences in men and women that can be dangerous to ignore. A trans-woman can be killed by testicular cancer. A trans-man can die from uterine cancer. Meanwhile, I’ve been trying to learn about a chronic illness that impacts the uterus because I fear I might have it. And finding information on it has been difficult because it has been wrapped up as a trans-gender issue. A person with the illness might be trans-gender, but to even be diagnosed, they would have absolutely been born a woman. Trans-issues are real, but they shouldn’t be wrapped into women’s issues. Both are dangerously under-represented. And quite frankly, I don’t want to be known as a “person who menstruates either.” Again, it’s complex.

Hatred toward people based on their sexuality, gender, race, ethnicity, religion and so on are very real problems. Behaviors and rhetoric that are harmful to minority groups absolutely need to be called out and blasted. But these problems are being over-labeled, slapped on an issue that is more nuanced. And in this habit of over-labeling behaviors as hateful, we’re exposing ourselves as harboring our own kind of hate: hatred toward the lower class, toward the uneducated. By crying “racism”, “sexism”, “homophobic”, “trans-phobic”, etc. for nuanced issues, we’re unintentionally othering, and being classist and educational elitists.

Bottom line: we cannot fight hatred with hatred. And for a significant percentage of the United States, the declaration of democratic policies are anti-poor and anti-undereducated.

[mammalsofaction]

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39. Perryshmirtz kissing as....time runs out

From the prompt list here.

Sugar, we're going down swingin'

Rating: T

Relationship: Heinz Doofenshmirtz/Perry the Platypus

Add tags: Angst, ambiguous ending, human Perry the Platypus, OWCA Files AU, PTSD flashbacks

A/N: Bit of a cliche but I loved getting to stretch my minute made writing muscles again. I considered a fluffy alt but I know Lex loves a bit of grief in her morning coffee.

Canon compliant to my Human Perry lore. Eve had been his sister (Ferb's biological mother), who died in the line of action about 12 years ago here.

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There was something to be said, Perry thinks, of panicking.

(Every sound rang clear as crystal, as murky as dirt. He can feel his own pulse beating beneath his skin like every artery connected straight to his heart. It’s almost tranquil.

We've been here before.)

"Agent P," Harry yelled. It's difficult to hear over the sound of falling rubble, and the blaring alarms resonating through the inside of the volcano, and through the sheer rushing of blood through his ears. "Please, we need to leave!"

"Perry?" Heinz whispered. Perry looks up to him then, numbed of all feeling, save for the bleeding wound on his hip, stinging enough to remind him that he was, at least, still alive. He's looking up, he's staring, but he's not quite seeing. Perhaps physically, they were all trapped inside the lair of an alchemist madman, set to collapse above his head any minute, and to be fair it is all terribly exciting. But Perry was, in truth, bearing down a steel doorframe of an old warehouse stinking of gunpowder, dust and sweat, cradling two small bodies against himself, praying for the mercy of a God he doesn't believe in for a few minutes he could no longer afford 20 years ago.

"Can you walk?" Heinz asked. Right, yes, because he'd asked that question too, that fateful night of fire and gunpowder. What had Eve said to him then?

I can fight. He signed, and he pushes himself off, handing over the briefcase containing what they'd all come here for. The evidence, the antidote, the killing blow. Go, I'll catch up.

(He'd thought about what she'd said, there, in hindsight. He thinks it was meant to be funny. That was how she defaulted to things, on account of Perry not having a single humerous bone in his body, in stark comparison. She was the good cop.

We'd learned to fight before we'd learned how to walk, that was what she always said. There was pride in that, to mask the sadness underneath.)

The henchbots kick against the hinges of the only door holding them back, and bolts come flying. It won't be too long now. Heinz had frozen, briefcase pressed into his chest as he stares a bit dumbly at how Perry attempts to hold himself up, checking the ammo of his guns, so Perry gives him a little push to emphasize his point. He catches Perry's outstretched hand, instead.

"You can't be serious." He hissed, and Perry shook his head. "Come on."

There was only one pod left out of here, and Karen and Maggie had taken the only other one. Between their bulk, the briefcase, and the sheer speed they had to push for in order to make the gate closing any minute now, Perry would only slow them down.

Go, Perry said, and for a second his guard comes crashing down. His hand trembles, pressed against the side of his chest, and it is closest he'll ever get to a wobbly lip. Please?

"You-," Heinz said, but with one mighty kick the door finally bangs open under the assault of manic steel feet. Heinz flinched, but Perry opened fire, trigger finger cool and steady. Two simple headshots. He had 5 bullets left, and a mob to deal with.

"Guys, come on!"

"I'm not leaving you here." Heinz hissed, the grip on Perry's wrist almost crushing. "We're leaving together, or I'm not going anywhere, you hear me?"

Oh.

Oh, Heinz.

As rubble falls and crushes the control panel of the exit gates behind them, and the echo of a dozen feet barrels down the corridor, Perry tugs him closer, and their lips meet like an electric shock, still every bit of a thrill as the first. He feels it tingle right down to the tips of his toes, and slick swipe of his tongue down on Heinz's bottom lip like a promise.

They part with a gentle smacking sound, breathing the same air. Perry wants to remember this. He wants to leave on a good note.

"Perry," Heinz chokes, either on dust or on his own heart. "What do you-,"

I'll catch up. Perry lies, and presses on the trigger for the grappling hook on his belt. Heinz grunts, wide eyed, as it latches on the exit way of the foyer, right next to Harry himself, and Perry treats himself to one last look of his baby blue eyes wide open in fury as it pulls him back hip first.

5 bullets. Perry uses one of them to shoot a hairline fracture down the side of the wall, and the support beam keeping the lighting features aloft gives up the ghost. No way out. No way back in.

"Counting down, lair self destruct." The robotic overhead intercom announces, pleasant and calm. "T minus 10 seconds."

"Trespasser located." The henchbots declare, stepping into the foyer, falling apart. Perhaps one of them. Perhaps a bunch of them at once. He can hardly tell--blood seeps down his side in rivulets, and his head feels heavier by the minute. The edges of his vision begins to blur, and he can't quite tell what's up from down.

But Perry's got a gun in a steady hand, and he's got 4 bullets.

"Resistance is futile." The bots warn, the last of their cogs whirring. It's all appropriately dramatic.

Perry grins.

[angstics]

segregation of gay sexuality happens in real life too btw. as if we cant acknowledge that any person can enjoy same-sex physique or eroticism or company. even if they identify as straight for any number of reasons — being comfortable with straight identity or not being able to imagine themselves in a gay relationship or never wanting anyone specific of the same sex. or the uglier reasons which IDEALLY wouldnt exist but DO — subconscious homophobia or outside homophobia or stereotyping or self-denial or fear or ignorance or or. whatever. i understand why “self-acceptance” is a huge thing, you want to kill yourself less when you dont have to be someone you arent. but i find it odd that people are bullied for being closeted or “non practicing” or expressing same sex attraction (or even other ways of seeming gay) while not being gay. AT THE SAME TIME, i find it odd that people are bullied for identifying same sex attraction (or other ways of seeming gay) from someone who isnt gay. someone can Not Be Gay and still experience gay sexuality. being Gay isnt a Gene. You do CHOOSE being gay, on an identity level at least. I just cant agree that it’s inherent or biological, no matter how helpful it’s been for “born this way” activism — which btw i agree with in that you cant suppress / control attraction. It all bleeds.

[specter319]

𝗢𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡: 𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗟 THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM

Authors Note: It's been 15 hours, 15. And for those that know what happens, do not comment on this post, as I will delete and block stated users who place it on here, I am very specifically waiting until the 12th of November for those who have logged off in their entirety to not be spoiled of anything regarding the new launch. And my thoughts generally, writing-wise on it will be launched on or after November 12. Other than that, for those that know and have played it. [-] Both have plot armor for reasons I can not get into, but ones that I'd much rather happily reveal in time. Enjoy the new post!

GIF by Loonlypaper as well as concept for message Pairing: Damon 'Ninja' West x Kaden Lincoln, Simon 'Ghost' Riley x John 'Soap' MacTavish, Zack 'Nemo' Hayes x Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick. Word Count: 2.1k words no use of y/n eventual relationship establishment, however, Damon and Kaden are married. Summary: In a nation unaccustomed to war, Australia's newly elected government faces a dire crisis when rumours of a biological weapon on home soil, send shockwaves through the Government's defence sector. Dispatching a team of elite operatives to deal with it, the containment goes heads up as they look for other options.

The Black Angel Squad is soon assigned as the situation quickly spirals out of control behind the team's back unknowingly, and to stop a bleeding wound, Task Force 141 is brought in to assist them amid a frantic cabinet meeting of last-minute options and consistent fuck ups, forging an uneasy alliance between two teams. As tensions soar on both ends, questions arise about one thing: Was this the making of a weapon to begin with? Warnings: slow-burn, zombies, canon typical violence associated with Call of Duty, gruesome depictions of death, blood, swearing.

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He should’ve had more coffee.

“Hey, lazybones.” 

A grumbled groan moved out of the males lips once more as he automatically turned around in his sleep, apparent that in the limited time that he hurried back to bed, it seemed just like moments ago. But instead, it was almost four hours later. A catnap, as Cameron had stated earlier.

“Damon, we are not doing this today, I know you got broken sleep, but you’ve had well over six hours. Out of bed, I need my shopping partner…and my partner.”

He was fighting a loosing battle in knowing his body was well aware of wanting to get up either way as he sighed before he rolled back over and finally sat up, his black hair all a mess. His eyes no longer filled with the same heaviness they once had earlier this morning, but more of a distant look in his eyes. Kaden always found his sleepy state adorable knowing he could barely calculate anything but how to breathe and complain in the morning.  

“We find out anything more since last night?” ‘Oh yeah, he wasn’t thinking alright.’ Kaden thought, a small tug to the corner of his lips had the male trying not to laugh at his vulnerable state of broken sleep. 

“Nothing other than the coroner has drawn blood and checked over the body, but isn’t allowed to examine them. Other than that, the cop is seemingly fine in his state, bite is apparently inflamed but, nothing else.”

Damon brush past the comment of not being able to examine them before he looked over at Kaden’s smile, tired muscles in his eyes made him look all the more out of it rather than the pure action of squinting as he tried to see what the other was hiding.

“What?” He rasped.

“You look cute with your hair like that.”

“I oughta kill you.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

Damon only gave him a look as the two went their seperate ways, knowing that he was going to take his moment to try and regain the energy he had from the night before he passed out in the bed. 

It was through the chugging of three coffees later and a mediocre serving of Special K that the male was finally good enough to go to tolerate the world as he finally hung around Kaden’s office and jingled the keys to let him know he was there.

“Look who’s finally alive.” “Must be dead inside with all those emails you’re answering,” He jeered back.

“Actually just more information on the mission we’ve gotten from earlier this morning. They’ve spoken to the other team, sending over a bunch of former SAS trained soldiers from a task force apparently.”

“SAS soldiers?” Damon asked before he moved into Kaden’s office, quickly turning to look at his computer screen. Rather casually, informing the likes that they have been assigned alongside Task Force 141 to investigate the incident which would be codenamed: Operation Sentinel.

“Who the fuck are Task Force 141?” Damon quizzed as he looked at the screen, even questioning the name of the operation as he looked at the email.

“Don’t know, we’ll find out in a few days when they get here. But right now, we need to do some shopping for the guys, we’ve got a whole list of stuff we need to get,” and then, Kaden went in for a kiss on a stubble filled jaw, Damon slowly looking over at Kaden with a slight smirk. Someone was a little clingy.

“’S matter with you today?”

“Can I not admire my husband for how hot he looks with a black jumper on and how he smells?”

“Alright, we are not doing this here again, I did this once to fulfil your office fantasy, we’re going shopping. Now,” Sometimes, Damon thought, it had honestly felt like they would swap each others thoughts around. And that was one of the scary parts of being married to the love of your life for as long as you had been, when you started to know one another’s thoughts. It became even more so just how easy you could drag them out of that stated mindset of longing they had for each other.

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Shopping never seemed to be a nightmare on Wednesday’s in the afternoon, barely anyone seemed to be doing their shopping at a time like this, and it left the once crowded weekend days feel like you could finally breathe in a tightly compact place. Save for a certain ankle biter who rammed a trolley into the back of Kaden’s legs.

Damon had an innocent smile on his face as Kaden looked like he was going to reciprocate the movement that caused him to turn around to begin with, had it not been for Damon’s realisation with what aisle they were currently in. 

“Are we seriously buying chocolate for that fucker again? That’s the third bar this week,” realising what he’d stated, Damon quickly checked around for any kids before continuing his demeanour, an unspoken rule Damon had thanks to his sailors mouth. “I don’t see the issue.” “That’s usually because you’re away from Zack when he decides to go nuclear and thinks it’s fine to lay his lactose intolerance out on us, get him the cookies instead.” “He doesn’t like the cookies though.” “For the sake of our marriage - please,” Damon dramatically pleaded in addition with puppy eyes, which only Damon knew he could get away with.

“God you are so overdramatic Damon,” A roll of his eyes came to as he put the chocolate back and grabbed the cookies instead “Any complaints, it’ll come back on you.”

“There won’t be, unless he eats the whole packet in one sitting.”

“He probably will,” He brushed off.

“Fuck, you’re right,” Damon realised before he gently grabbed the list out of Kaden’s hands “Alright, next is butter, two bags of rice, spring onions, and a crap tonne of vegetables,” Damon paused in realisation “Are we having rice?”

“Figured given we’re on cooking duty this week we’d do something simple, gotta make enough for four nights so, I decided on rice, given pasta seemingly doesn’t really work as much.”

“Alright, you grab the butter, I’ll go grab the rest of the things needed on the list.”

“Wilco,” Kaden said before he dashed off down the other side of the supermarket. 

Eventual time of crossing one another’s paths would lead to the two getting to the checkout as they openly decided to go and serve themselves at the self-serve checkout instead of leaving the hard work to the others. A simple act of kindness in their eyes, and one less person to let what they could do with ease stress out about, and instead, allow them to take a breather for just a moment before another customer came hauling their groceries. Or were ungratefully needed for that one ‘shift’ they never really got paid for.

Knowing that they had finally gotten what they had come for, the pair of them got back in the vehicle as Damon, for once allowed the other male to drive, a sudden surprise to the other, as usually, their would be a complain in trail about it, even if it was the love of his life.

“You’re letting me drive?” Kaden questioned with a confused look on his face.

“Yeah, I figured it was a thanks for last night and this morning.”

“You’re still out of it aren’t you?”

A laugh stifled out of Damon “Yup. It was this morning, too, wasn’t it?” He questioned, that’s what broken sleep did to a man. Threw him right off his perception of time. 

Nodding in replied confirmation came from Kaden before he started up the vehicle and made his way out of the parking lot. 

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The rattle of the reusable thick plastic bags had Zack running down the hall as he eagerly awaited the two men to come back into the kitchen with baited breath. As he waited for them to place the bags on the table before he greedily got to what he wanted, he’d been desiring for the past almost twelve hours - chocolate. However, as the zipper came flying around the edges of the bag, opening the flap to it. His face quickly pulled downwards at the sides as he realised it wasn’t a whole chocolate bar, but instead, cookies.

“Alright, which one of you two did this? It’s very funny, cookies instead of a chocolate bar,” Zack stated, confused as he pulled at the box, maybe it was just a little prank and they had a lot of chocolate bars inside, shaking it didn’t seem to resolute much hope within him though. The unbroken seal, an unknown answer to Zack’s logic, would’ve also flown open given how hard he’d shaken it just seconds ago.

“Blame Damon,” Kaden raised his hands as he moved away from the mess, pulling the bag towards him and grabbing what was needed for what would be a giant serving of tonights dinner. Knowing Damon would come to help him once he was done bickering with the other male.

Damon only looked back at him as Kaden avoided his gaze like he was on the other side of a glass pane to his husband, all the while, Zack was burning daggers into Damon’s skull as the other man finally looked back at him.

“You’re sick,” Zack accused.

“Look, I’m not buying forty dollars worth of chocolate bars just so you can treat the cap and I like Meg from Family Guy. The only time I will suffer through it is if I buy you a chocolate cake, even then,” Damon exaggerated.

“I’m not lactose intolerant!”

“Like hell you aren’t,” Damon quickly witted back. “They’re worse than mine. Kaden back me up here.”

Kaden immediately broke out into a song, humming as he placed the rice down onto the table. 

“Quite the supportive husband,” Damon gestured, receiving a smirk from the other.

“Obviously your backup thinks otherwise,” Zack stated before someone else walked into the room, Cameron.

“Alright you two, what’s going on here?” The captain decided to bite at the bickering between the two and Damon immediately explained, giving no room for Zack to try and argue his case.

“I gave Zack cookies instead of a whole chocolate bar today,” Damon said as he looked over at him. Cameron looked at him as if he were insane, but a saviour all at the same time, it was the one night they were playing Uno that Cameron flashed back to that moment he will never forget, he swears by the book Zack had done something more than just farting. And Damon had sworn the opposite, that he’d only done exactly that.

“I’m giving you a promotion after this,” sarcasm, of course given Damon’s last stance on being offered it. But Damon tried not to laugh at the subtle gratitude.

“He’ll go through it within a sitting anyway.”

“Oh come on, not you, Captain,” Zack complained

“Damon was right to, I think I lost my smell that night, never been able to smell the petrichor since,” Cameron laughed before he looked over at Kaden, he was on cooking duty tonight, and he was glad he was getting right to it, especially with the news that had developed. “Complaints aside, we’ve got some good news, and bad news.” 

“That we won’t smell death anymore?” Damon chuckled as he got a glare from Zack. Though they all knew he wasn’t going to do anything, one of them always became the butt of some joke. It was the way they operated.

“No, we have an operational unit on the way labeled as Task Force 141, they’re sending out four of their men to help investigate this case which we still haven’t gotten any update on since early this morning, been sitting and waiting for one but, you know how emails go. Bad news however, news crews have gotten word about it - and they will not stop until they have answers.”

“You’d think with the budget they have, an email would be simple enough to do,” Zack retorted.

“Yes, well, that’s not the case, so we’re headed out to Melbourne Airport at 0700 hours to pick them up from a domestic flight and then we’ll be headed out to Katherine, should be there by at least by 1300 hours.”

“Can you just use normal time?” Damon groaned before he sighed - though he understood it very well, he often chose to speak to other teammates by using the AM and PM format much rather than military time. 

“You know the rules, Damon.”

“Yes Captain.”

“Any questions?”

“Yeah,” Kaden asked as he chewed on a mushroom head. “Why haven’t we gotten any emails or intel back from the Departments yet about the reports?”

[dzthenerd490]

Document of Interest: Resources

Description: The Foundation has various normal and anomalous ways of obtaining food and resources to keep itself going. But just like how some of the ways we obtain these resources is anomalous there are also some resources that are anomalous. As such, here is a list of all the anomalous resources the foundation has and what they use it for.

Metals, Plastics, and Stones:

- Telekill - An Iron like metal with the property of blocking or preventing anomalous extrasensory mental effects like telepathy and mind control. Often used to create armor to help MTF units dealing with psionics class anomalies. 

- Caronium - A recently discovered anomalous metal that is seemingly no different than living flesh but is much stronger than tungsten, making it difficult to forge. Caronium also seems to "bleed" blue blood when it is damaged but due to its durability this is a rare occurrence to happen. Caronium is currently being used in prosthetic, body transfer, augmentation, and cloning experiments to see how useful it can be for medical purposes.

- Kallivantium - Anomalous metal created from SCP-3179 and refined to prevent itself from coming to life and creating more autonomous entities. It is now a simple metal that's no different to steel however when exposed to massive amounts of pressure and/or heat it will expand in mass as its atoms start multiplying. Typically used in explosives to create an inescapable death trap for enemies of the foundation or make emergency barriers within tunnel and case systems for containment purposes.

Grey Concrete - Seemingly normal cement that works like normal concrete once used. However, when formed into a hollow block like a box the interior will become a nearly infinite in size. As such Grey Concrete is used for containment and storage purposes. 

- Cold Iron - A shining metal that is seemingly no different than regular Iron. Its anomalous properties are only visible it is forged into a weapon or ammunition. When Cold Iron is forged into a weapon and that weapon is used to harm an enemy, that enemy can no longer heal from the attack regardless of how much time passes. The same result can be done even to an immortal, regenerative, or Demi-God class entity. This does make Cold Iron dangerous, but it also makes it useful against anomalous hostile entities that can't be killed otherwise.

- Deep Silver Flow - Also known as DSF, is an anomalous metal that can't physically be touched by biological matter, only non-biological matter. When biological matter such as human flesh, plants, animals, and leather (dry or fresh) touches DSF, not only does it phase through the biological matter, but the biological matter starts to age rapidly. Testing has shown that contact with DSF for a single second is equivalent to 30 years. Because of this DSF is mostly used as dangerous weapons that can kill humans after 3 seconds of exposure at minimum. There unfortunately doesn't seem to be much other use for DSF.

- Plumanium - Created from SCP-3179, the only metal in existence that is half the weight of plastic and twice as strong as Tungsten. Surprisingly easy to forge, transport, and even manufacture making it extremely easy to produce and use as armor. Commonly used to create power infrastructure for containment cells, and for MTF Tau-5 as well as other MTF units of similar or greater power. 

- Vibration Crystals - anomalous crystals that can only be found in [data expunged]. Emit low frequencies and physically vibrate in place, this is the limit of its anomalous properties when left alone. However, experimentation has shown that it's possible to manipulate the frequencies emitted by the Vibration Crystals to make them temporarily show a window into a different dimension. Testing has even shown that Vibration Crystals can become portals into different realities, however it's almost impossible to make a portal into a reality that's stable with our own and to maintain said portals require a lot of power. As of late only [data expunged] portals exist within the Foundation thanks to the Vibration Crystals.

- Insolubilis-chartaium - An anomalous metal that when handled by organic matter such as human hands its seemingly no different to clay; However, when interacting with other metals it is and always will be twice as strong as any metal it interacts with. Even if a metal projectile fires at it with accelerated speed of anywhere between Mach 5 to Mach 20 the metal will still be able to adapt instantly and thus doesn’t get damaged. The only way to damage the metal is for it to be attacked by energy-based attacks. Unfortunately, long exposure to this metal is toxic to humans so it’s only used in very rare occasions and extremely specific weapon purposes with very light usage. Normally coated with plastic when used as to prevent accidents from occurring during usage. 

- Golem Stone - Anomalous material used and possibly created by Species of Interest: The ISU. in appearance, the texture is no different to that of stone but works a lot like the theoretical programable matter. When connected to ISU technology such as Datacalium, it can be programmed to take any form instantaneously.

- Datacalium - A computer like material created by Species of Interest: The ISU. The only material capable of Interacting with and programming Materials such as Golem Stone and Desuinite. Works like motherboards, keyboards, and computer screens all in one. However due to the complexity of its molecular structure it is nearly impossible to replicate or even reprogram itself. Thus, making it nearly impossible for the Foundation to control it or any other materials created by Species of Interest: The ISU, at all.

- Orichalcum - Harvested from Location of Interest: Atlantis, acts as a conductor between Datacalium and Deusinite. Absorbs and stores the Data imputed by Datacalium and the energy from the Deusinite while also transferring them to each other. Orichalcum even allows Datacalium to program Deusinite with Thaumaturgic properties without needing any rituals or “sacrifice”. Allows both metals to be utilized and create more complex machinery while also be more compact. Though unfortunately despite being the easiest to understand, Orichalcum is still unable to be manipulated or replicated by current Foundation standards.

- Deusinite - A super alloy created by Species of Interest: The ISU. Works as both a power source and armor in that it is five times stronger than tungsten carbide, almost as light as aluminum, and can conduct its own energy at all times. This would make Deusinite the ultimate component for armor if it wasn’t for the fact that its impossible to reform and reprogram it without Datacalium. 

-  Allaxounium - Programable metal created from SCP-3179 and refined by the Dr. Wicked and Dr. Stefansdottir. Is a metal that can be programmed to take on different forms whether it be objects, items, or even weapons instantaneously. Extremely difficult to program and maintain power for, normally works best with handled by or augmented with Mobile Task Force Tau-5 “Samsara”.

- Beryllium Bronze - seemingly indestructible form of copper as it absorbs and can even seal thaumaturgic and even reality warping entities and objects. However, is extremely difficult to find and nearly impossible to manufacture. Must be used sparingly.

- Demonic Steel - Created by [data expunged] through a thaumaturgic ritual. Contains the evil energy of demons and therefore is extremely useful in harming overpowered threats. However, must be used sparingly as can often emit TRE Radiation.

- Godzillium - Mysteriously created by Group of Interest: IJAMEA by unknown means. The metal is as strong and sturdy as titanium yet has a similar composition structure to bone. How this is possible or even works is unknown. Furthermore, the metal seems to become stronger and sturdier when absorbing Gaia Radiation. However, it is nearly impossible to forge as it converts most energy it comes into contact with to Gaia Radiation. Furthermore, due to its composition being difficult to understand it’s also impossible to replicate the material at all. Thus, to most Foundation staff, it’s a rather useless metal despite its worthwhile properties. 

- Singularity Carbon - A type of Carbon that looks no different to regular carbon only that its slightly greyer and is also twice as heavy. Is a type of carbon that cannot be affected by temporal anomalies, the effects of reality benders, or Aspectual Reality Anomalies. Is normally grounded up and mixed with Stainless Steel to as to not increate the weight but add its anomalous effect. Can be great for MTF armor, weapons, and even containment against anomalies that are known to cause damage to reality in either small or large degrees.

Gasses: 

- Nitrogenic Gas - Created from harvesting glacies sanguisuga which are anomalous creatures created by SCP-ABC. A gas Surprisingly easier to control and maintain than liquid nitrogen and dissipates quickly once it’s exposed to air, lasting for five seconds at maximum. Because the gas quickly freezes whatever it touches and dissipates quickly afterwards, it is especially useful for freezing purposes, containment purposes, and weaponry purposes.

Liquids and Slimes: 

- Smart Slime - Created by Dr. Sanchez as a means to create a super tool. When connected to the correct device can change shape and hardness at will to be used as a physical tool or a melee weapon. 

Energy and Radiation: 

- Thaumaturgy - a form of controlled reality warping abilities utilized by rituals and spell chanting. Must follow certain rules in order to be activated properly and get the desired results. Always uses a certain resource in order to be activated such as a type of element, a sacrifice, or the blood of the user.

- Magic - unlike thaumaturgy is not bound by any laws. This allows magic to manifest objects at will, teleport living beings without fault, and manipulate energy as well as certain aspects of reality. However, most materials created by Magic corrode overtime or require lots of energy to manifest. Furthermore, because magic is not bound by any laws, as it was created accidently by the Foundation, it is often considered more dangerous that Thaumaturgy. 

- Aspect Radiation - A form of electromagnetic radiation that is a byproduct of anomalous humanoids and sentient anomalies. Sometimes called Elan-Vital Energy or EVE, is used as an alternative fuel source to Thaumaturgic rituals and spells. Doesn’t normally have negative effects but too much in the air can overload electrical devices. 

- Akiva Radiation - A form of non-electromagnetic radiation that is directly correlated with the amount of religious faith a person holds. Capable of being measured, in terms of centiakivas. The focus of the faith does not appear to be important. Affects Demon Class Anomalies negatively and is positively correlated with the presence or attention of certain powerful anomalous entities. Utilized by Group of Interest: Horizon Initiative, Mobile Task Force Beta-777 “Hecate’s Spear” and Mobile Task Force Mu-0 “Maxwell’s Demons”

- Gaia Radiation - A form of non-electromagnetic radiation that is actually more related to Torrid Evaporate. Gaia Radiation acts like a super vitamin in energy form capable of reaching through any material and inserting its radiation into living organisms. Results include healing, nearly instantaneous regeneration, and even enhanced growth when exposed for extended periods of time. It is because of Gaia Radiation that Species of Interest: The Titans exist as large and powerful as they do.

- Torrid Evaporate - A state of matter beyond plasma and considered the opposite of Bose-Einstein condensates. Torrid Evaporate is invisible and is capable of completely drying up the cells and evaporating all the water within the human body upon contact, ensuring instant death. When regulated Torrid Evaporate can be used to instantaneously disinfect tools but also for elaborate traps used to contain dangerous anomalies or protect valuable Foundation assets. Considered extremely dangerous but shockingly requires barely any energy to maintain and leaves no heat or radiation residue so is often used as a result. 

- Tartarean Resonance Energy - Sometimes referred to TRE Radiation, naturally produced by demonic entities. Unlike normal radiation that causes physical negative symptoms to those nearby. TRE Radiation causes negative symptoms on the mind and “soul” of the victim who is too close. This includes increased aggression, degradation of common sense, sudden depression, and often insanity. 

Ray Field Radiation - anomalous electromagnetic radiation that is commonly emitted in small and commonly harmless traces from Species of Interest: The Conduits. However, when released in large amounts can causes a Radiation poisoning. Unlike typical Radiation symptoms, RF Radiation poisoning cause are slow cellular degradation. Furthermore, unlike normal radiation, symptoms are infectious like some kind of plague. Then there is the possibility of someone having the right genetic structure being mutated into a Conduit. Thankfully a cure and vaccine has been made for RF Radiation poisoning back in 2011.

- Abyssal Particles - Bits of energy that are related to being that reside in the “Abyss” an afterlife like area of pure darkness where the Ancient Gods and the monsters they create all reside. Any creature that has somewhat of a connection to the Abyss will always have trace amounts of these particles on them. 

- Temporal Distortion Particles - anomalous energy that causes temporal anomalies or gathers around already growing temporal anomalies. It is believed that by controlling these particles one can successfully time travel. Unfortunately, the Foundation only currently knows how to contain or distinguish them. 

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Documents of Interest Hub

[apoapsis]

@tlacehualli​ said,

         "I know you're new, but we do things a little differently here."

                    “-- B-but you...! You fucking--...you... KILLED him...“ 

Dead. The man was now dead.

                         He can’t bear to even look at Sombra, lavender eyes transfixed upon the slumped form of the man that had been pleading her for reprieve, forgiveness-- for what, he didn’t know. He did not want to know what was so unforgivable-- he can guess, and that is enough. SIGMA hovers in place some ways away, statuesque, as he watches the growing pool of blood creep across the steel tiling, unwittingly committing the grisly sight to fallible memory.

He watches the corpse intently-- as if he anticipated it to move.

                           It was strange-- he had never actually noticed the strange properties of his ANOMALY until very recently; how he can, quite literally, sense the electrical pulses and oscillations of the biological processes of others just by being within close proximity to them. And how here, right now, SIGMA had been hyperaware of every emotion that had flooded the poor man’s body-- up to the very moment of expiration. It was as if he was there, on his knees with the man, as if his suffering-- his fear-- had been his own. He had been saturated within it, soaking the discomfort in without intending to.

And yet, when he believes it to have reached its peak, where it could not possibly become any more unbearable, as he pleads and begs Sombra for his worthless life, the true horror is realized upon the man’s dispatchment; once she pulls the trigger, it’s as if the connection is severed in its entirety. All at once, he detects nothing at all from the man on the floor. Where there had once been a living, breathing thing, there is now only an inanimate, unfeeling husk-- as if it had never been alive in the first place. It’s like radio static, trying to sense what was simply no longer present.

                      Sombra’s indifference to the cardinal sin she has committed in front of him only serves to heighten this spiral of tumultuous emotion-- and for a few moments, her callous reply shakes him; primarily because he fears that he, too, will be next. SIGMA backs away from the scene before him after Sombra speaks up, the vulnerable circuitry of his back anxiously shielded by the locked door behind him as he fights to tear his eyes from the body. He’s cornered and vulnerable, and she’s armed and indifferent. He wants to get as far away from this room as possible-- it takes every ounce of self control he has just to remain obedient and stay put, to observe as he is intended, rather than tearing the steel door from its hinges and fleeing back to the isolative comfort of his own room.

“I-- I should not be here-“ SIGMA prattles, twisting in an anxious circle on his axis when he finally manages to break eye contact with the dead thing left to bleed out on the floor, giving the electromagnetically locked door handle of the cell a nervous jiggle and only becoming more stressed when he finds it still locked. “-- There is a misunderstanding-- i-if I have committed an offense, I ASSURE YOU th-that it can be rectified! I--”

                        “-- I do not belong in here! I-- I will follow along!“ He won’t look at her, cowering against the door as gloved hands lift to clutch at his face, to hide from the sight before him and the hacker equally. It doesn’t have to be real if he doesn’t look at it. She won’t harm him if he isn’t a threat. Tears stream through the rapidly-saturating fabric of SIGMA’S gloves, forming small rivulets as they begin to pour. “I WILL BE AN ASSET!” he cries, struggling to swallow back the worst of his tears as he frantically reassures her. “-- I WANT TO BE AN ASSET TO TALON, I-- I PROMISE! I PROMISE!” There’s a moment of silence, broken only by the strained, tremulous sobs that fill the stagnant air of the cell as he tries to calm himself enough to speak more clearly.

“-- M.... May I please return to my quarters now...?“

[cryinginthefkncorner]

It’s called “I’m a lesbian/wlw/trans man who’s family/friends decided I needed to be correctively raped and now I’m pregnant with a child of incest/rape and don’t want to be forced to give birth”

It’s called “I’m a queer person who was coerced into unprotected het sex and I’m now pregnant and want an abortion”

It’s called “I’m a queer kid who was victimized by a pedophile and now I’m pregnant and need an abortion because carrying to term would kill me”

It’s called “I’m a lesbian/ seahorse dad who underwent IVF because I wanted a biological kid and to start a family with my partner, but now I’m miscarrying and if I don’t get an abortion I’m going to bleed out on the ER floor and die”

It’s called “I was never educated about the fact that being on T doesn’t replace Birth Control by my healthcare providers and now im pregnant and don’t want to be”

Its almost like queer people are still capable of falling pregnant for many reasons, some horrible and some wonderful, and sometimes they may also need a fucking abortion

It’s almost like pretending that women/people who can get pregnant in the LGBTQ+ community never actually need abortion care and that we’re “oh so dramatic” and “need to make everything about ourselves” for mentioning that anti-abortion bills affect us too without even doing an iota of research on WHY we may need abortion care is just a symptom of your self-loathing and internalized homophobia/transphobia, or you having the privilege never facing the type of violent hate that can end in a queer woman/ trans man/ etc. needing abortion care.

Count your blessing and unpack your internalized BS in therapy instead of fucking your community over six ways from Sunday please.

I literally feel like a teacher writing a huge ❓ on a student's paper everytime I go to protests lately. Why are we gathered at a prolife contra protest and you have a sign with "LGBT education in schools" written on it. Why are you shouting an environmentalist slogan. This is a pro choice protest. Why are you fragmenting the group with unrelated topics? Are you a fed? Why does every protest lately have to be a buy one get one free type of event? Why is it that when our reproductive rights are threatened we feel the need to also bring up barely related topics and take away the focus from the problem at hand?

[rohit890]

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[yasbxxgie]

[thekimspoblog]

FALSE.

The most ambitious crossover event happened roughly this time last year. The four magical weeks "Better Call Saul" Season 6 and "Westworld" Season 4 aired on the same days.

Or as I liked to call it... "OPERATION MARIO". Get it? Cus a couple of NiceGuys (TM) are chasing the princesses? Jimmy made it to the finish line and reunited with his love. William spent the season getting ordered around like a dog and then he fucking died, but at least he and Dolores got some closure from eachother. Joe Goldberg was disqualified early on because he straight up murdered his soulmate, and has been continuing to spiral out of control ever since.

PS: Aaron Paul's schedule must have been a nightmare those couple months both shows were being filmed.

Rita: "So sorry. I'm afraid no men are allowed beyond this point"

William aims his pistol at Rita's face: "Let me through, or I swear I'll kill you! I know you have Dolores as your prisoner"

Joe: "And Love!"

Jimmy: "And Kim! It was my fault I dragged her into this. Where have you taken her?! What are you doing to her?!"

Rita: "Ever seen any tentacle hentai? Any of you? No? Joe? Okay, well you're just lying. Point is... short answer is basically cosmic damnation. Have you ever been so depressed that your head was swimming? Time slowed down? You felt like you could see another world? Of course not! Amateurs!"

Joe: "What can I do to buy Love's freedom? It would at least be a way to begin my apology to her. For everything"

Jimmy: "Yeah, we'll do anything! Please, they don't deserve to be punished for our mistakes!"

Rita sighs, and places a freshly-sharpened cleaver on the table: "Alright... whip'em out then"

William: "Whip...?"

Rita: "Unzip your pants. Put your cocks and balls on the metal trays. Men have always been an albatross around womens' necks, just on a biological level. And there's one easy solution to this. You're all here because you thought you were such nice guys, that you were basically owed a beautiful wife who would risk life and limb to have your kids. Because we're still not equal, and there's a million little sacrifices that it's just assumed a wife would make. Roe v. Wade was overturned; the Republicans got their wish. And now... I get mine!"

After a long time thinking, Jimmy swallows hard: "Fine. I'll do it..."

William: "Yeah. Me too; it's only fair"

Joe: "Well I'm out! There's a lot of things I'd do for Love Quinn, but this isn't one of them! All told, she got herself into this!"

(Extremely graphic take goes here. Wait for the bleeding to stop)

Joe: "Alright. They did your stupid stunt, now let us through!"

Rita: "Fine by me, but I conveniently just remembered: Dolores isn't in this facility. Kim nor Love neither... God damn it!"

William: "What do you mean they're not here?!"

Rita: "I never said they were. You said they were, and I just didn't correct you, so-"

Jimmy: "Fraud! Then why would you castrate us?!"

Rita: "Because I'm not going to pass up an opportunity. It just gets funnier each time. Relax; you'll get it back. Maybe. This was just a test. A test you both failed by the way! I was not expecting it to go this way, with Joe 2-to-0-to-0. Frankly, this is depressing!"

William: "I must be blacking out from the blood loss. You're saying we did this for nothing?!"

Rita: "Yes! Because... The Maze isn't meant for you. Because you should be able to wrap your heads around the idea of playing second banana. Because the notion that you could "ruin" your girlfriend's innocence is not just outdated, it's flattering yourself, greatly overestimating your own importance. Because really, Freudian psychology is a bit played out. Acton's Axiom too, for that matter. You're all kidding yourselves to think some big strong man on a white horse is what anyone needs right now, and if we did, that you're it"

Joe: "Then where is Love?"

Rita: "It wouldn't matter. You can't save them. There's not even anything to be saved from. The ladies made their own mistakes they have to atone for. They wanted the supernatural insight this coven offers, and this is the price. If it's to feel the pull of the moon and the seasons, I say it's worth it. Not every pain is a problem to be fixed. If you mull it over, I think you'll find that you wanted me to take a cleaver to your nuts. Because anything that women have to themselves, you want too. Even when it's pain"

BARBENHEIMER - July 21, 2023

The most ambitious crossover event in history

[branded-witha-j]

Pairing: dark!winter soldier x doctor!reader

Word count: 1.1k - this is a teaser for a bigger series that I have been toying with. So, let me know what you think, and if you would like to see more.

Warnings: just some violence and mention of blood and breeding program.

Ready to Comply

Your breath rattles and wheezes from your chest, muscles exhausted and burning for relief. The burden you carry is barely conscious, the super soldier limping and dragging one leg. Each second that passes, bullets fly too close, and your only escape seems to shimmer in the distance like a mirage. When a projectile slams into your shoulder, you barely feel it, giving the last of your faltering strength to stumble closer to the spacecraft.

The bay door is open, the metal maw taunting safety you desperately need. As the soldier pitches forward, you cry out, a push of his one good leg sending you both tumbling. You grunt as the steel floor knocks the wind from you, your head swimming as you roll deeper inside. Your voice is feeble as you call out a command for the doors to close, and it's the soldier that musters his last bit of strength to slam his closed fist into the button along the wall.

With a hydraulic whoosh, the door slips closed, bullets from the pursuing Hydra ricocheting with metallic pings. A barrage of slams follow, panic surging in your gut as you scramble to your knees and crawl to the command deck. Using one of the pilot chairs to pull yourself upright, you flip a few switches on the control panel with trembling fingers, slamming forward the lever that will carry you up into the sky. The jets cough to life, sputtering and igniting hotly, and the pursuing Hydra pull back to avoid the flames. The craft lifts from the ground, hovering briefly, and the velocity knocks you back into the chair, hands gripping at the arm rests as you shoot like a rocket into the sky. It only takes seconds, but feels longer, and the muted amber atmosphere that can be seen from the ground of HYD-426 turns into pitch black space, pinpoints of light in the distance.

The chase is far from over and you begin to flip more switches, setting the coordinates for a space jump that will take you to a galaxy far from this one. The radio crackles as the intercom announces a pending jump, and another voice begins to bleed through, the accent unmistakable. You know him well. The commander chose you specifically to work on the SSBP-v3, or in simpler terms, the Super Soldier Breeding Program, version 3. You were not present for the other failures and you had no desire to be pulled from your mundane life as a biological engineer for Stark Enterprise to be part of the fourth.

But, like the man slumped on the floor behind you, you are also forced into something constructed to destroy Earth and all the surrounding galaxies.

"Bring the Asset back and we will consider leniency, Doctor." The voice is cold and you know any clemency will be certain death. You would rather take your chances in the vastness of space with one of the most dangerous men in existence.

Or so you think.

"With all due respect, Commander Zaan, fuck you." You slam the button to kill the intercom, the spacecraft building up speed for the jump. But his voice remains and any following jabs at the panel does nothing to stop it. What he says next sends a chill across your body, the words you've heard so many times during experiments coming through loud and clear.

You cry out, panic taking hold, but the force of your speed presses you back into the chair and keeps you immobile. Each word that the commander growls out makes your stomach cramp with fear. Just a few more seconds and the space jump will cut him off, leaving the command incomplete.

"Jump in 5..4..3.."

Just two more words remain and you scream out as you feel your atoms splitting and turning you into minute particles.

"..2.."

One more word, just a second to complete the jump, and everything begins to fade. You don't have time to feel relief, no time to check on the soldier as you feel yourself being pulled through a vacuum, the pressure excruciating.

"..1.. Jump."

The last thing you hear is ready to comply, followed by complete darkness.

...

It took seconds to dissolve into nothing and even less to come right back into existence. Your gasp is loud and the chair keeps you from falling onto the floor, nausea making you retch. Looking up, you can see that you're drifting through an ice belt, chunks of crystal pinging off the big viewing window. The navigation tells you that you're within the outer edge of the Mardageon Galaxy. You're unfamiliar with it, but it's far from Hydra, and it's a safe as you can get right now.

You remember you're not alone and your stomach turns as you recall the last few words before the jump. Turning in the chair, you look for where you last saw the super soldier, finding the spot empty. Thinking he tumbled away during the jump, you whip in the other direction, fingers digging into the arm rest as fear grips you by the throat. You can't see him, there's no sign that he even existed, and it's chilling as you recall just how quietly he can move for someone his size.

Turning back, you look forward, taking a moment to calm yourself as you watch the mesmerizing chunks of glittering ice. They're small, not capable of damaging the craft, and you would think it were beautiful if you weren't so terrified. A creak from behind makes you go rigid and it takes several heart pounding moments for you to turn in the chair, expecting to see him standing there. There's nothing, an exhale of relief huffed from between your lips, and you turn back to check navigation for the nearest planet.

Steel blue eyes are inches from your face, your startled cry cut off by a metal hand around your throat. He lifts you easily, legs kicking at empty air, and he drags you from the command deck, throwing you down onto the floor. You cry out, pushing with your heels to escape his grip, and your arm comes up defensively as he reaches for you. You can feel the vibranium of his metal hand and the plates along his arm shift with a loud whir. It takes the bewildered look on his face to realize that you're holding him back, your brows pinching with confusion. A grind of metal engages the arm and you feel the pressure along your forearm as he pushes back. Your strength surprises you, mouth agape as you bring up your other hand to wrap around his wrist. With your hands locked, the soldier glares down at you, his tongue coming out to wet his lips.

"What are you?"

[violynt-skies]

Okay I have a lot to say in response to this repost from @cyanisatakenusernamefuckit regarding that lil post I made about sick kusuo, hence the entirely independent post, but just roll with it for a second k cause there’s a lot and I love looking into this stuff. 

okay so this reply involved a little bit of research on my end (there is a little room for error in what i’m saying bc it wasn’t super in depth so if i’m wrong abt anything lmk)

so after googling i’ve found that most bacteria will die around 60-80 deg C; there are some bacteria out there that can thrive in 100 C heat but whether those can negatively impact humans im not sure

We don’t really know how hot Kusuo can make his fire. We’ve seen him go up to around 93 C in the first episode when he made temp of the thermometer go up to make takahashi seem sick. He can go higher than that as seen when making fire (edit: so about 200C) but what I want to know is exactly how high can Kusuo go and be able to tolerate it.

I think an important thing to remember is that Kusuo is still human and he still has limits and he’s not immune to everything he just has a much higher tolerance than regular people. Take from his fight btwn him and kusuke in Season 3, while the heat energy ray wasn’t enough to really injure him, it did effect him, and he admitted that his arm would’ve turned red had the ray hit him dead on, which isn’t a big effect but it shows he’s not immune, plus he was bleeding some near the end of the fight. So there’s a limit to how much heat Kusuo can take.

edit: it was shown that Kusuo would’ve been burnt by the lava when trying to prevent the volcano which can get up to 1200 C so that’s most likely his limit

That being said, there’s a chance with his genius brain Kusuke could be able to mutate some form of bacteria that could tolerate high heats enough so that Kusuo couldn’t kill it without simultaneously effecting himself, and even if he couldn’t, like you said a biological weapon created by Kusuke probably wouldn’t need to. 

But let’s take a different approach. Instead of bacteria and viruses let’s look at allergies. We’ve seen that Kusuo has allergies and it also impacts his powers in that he’s not able to fully control them when he’s partially sick.

Knowing this, what if Kusuke was able to look at his research (bc he def did a lot of testing on kusuo) and found other substances that kusuo was allergic too. There’s a chance that Kusuke could send Kusuo into anaphylactic shock if he was able to inject enough of the allergen into him or smth similar.

Or let’s look at poisons, as far as i’m aware, i don’t think?? Kusuo is completely immune to poisons, just that he could see if they were put in food. Kusuke’s been able to get the jump on Kusuo a few times so i don’t think it’s out of the question for him to be able to pull something, especially if he had a high dosage of said poison. It wouldn’t even have to be an injection it could simply be poisonous gas, because as we’ve been told, even Kusuo can’t filter out what’s in the air.

There might also just be some substances out there that negatively effect his psychic powers, like how germanium impacts his telepathy. There could be some material that impacts his immunity to substances or just inhabits him. Like a psychic kryptonite.

I wouldn’t be surprised if through a large amount of testing Kusuke would be able to find something that could effect Kusuo. And if Kusuo got sick enough, the amount of control he has with his powers is up in the air so he might not have enough control to help himself.

or if kusuke just found a way to block kusuo’s pyrokinesis with some material, then it’d be much easier to make kusuo sick because again he’s not immune to bacteria and virus’s he just kills them with heat before it can effect him.

Regarding the question about pain, I don’t think it’s that Kusuo is always in pain (tho i wouldn’t be shocked if he has chronic migraines) but again just a lot higher tolerance to pain than regular humans.

and the thing about premonition is that Kusuo doesn’t have control over it and it happens at random. There’s no telling if kusuo would get a warning about a Kusuke scheme or not, and tbh in the past he hasn’t. Half the time kusuo doesn’t really know what Kusuke is up to, and a lot of his plans take him by surprise. Take toritsuka’s demon possession, or Kusuke’s weird ass birthday card, or him taking himself hostage in the cat fight episode. Kusuo was surprised by all of it. So i wouldn’t depend on precognition to warn Kusuo about an impending illness. Theoretically Kusuo might be able to teleport away before things got too severe, but Kusuke could probably plan out something that would make Kusuo not want to leave, or maybe his powers would be so inhabited that he couldn’t.

Fortunately, I don’t think Kusuke would ever try to actually kill kusuo. So i don’t think we have to worry about that, which is great because Kusuke is definitely a force to be reckoned with

[mixelation]

don't know if you've answered something to this effect before, but how does Kakuzu, like... work? I love him, but there cannot be room for four extra hearts in the human body. Do they actually pump blood? That seems like an absolute nightmare--wouldn't he bleed out crazy fast?

And even if they don't actually work, since he apparently only uses them for their chakra natures--another 'what??' for another time--where do they fit?? Is Kakuzu missing random chunks of organs that his threads make up for somehow to fit in these extra, dead weight hearts? He's my favorite, my darling, but i do not understand

i put off answering this one because i think for kakuzu, we have to leave the realm of biological reality all together. there's just no way to cohesively explain all we know about him using real-world biology:

five hearts. at least four are from other people.

can only be killed by killing all the hearts (meaning beheading him or stabbing him in the gut won't work? i guess??)

detachable limbs

filled with threads instead of organs???

threads can make fuzzy monsters

doesn't age

So my headcanon is that Kakuzu doesn't have organs anymore, or even bones or blood or muscle. he is a writhing mess of threads packed into human skin. we know from various chakra shenanigans that a chakra-imprint can pilot a body (Sasori) and have full consciousness (Kushina and Minato hanging out in Naruto's seal). So I guess one heart is Kakuzu's and that's where his "soul" hangs out??

The rest is just stolen body parts and tentacles. Horrible man.

I do wonder how his heart doesn't seem to age, though. Like the caveat of Mitotic Regeneration means that Naruto-world does recognize that cells age and only have so many replications in them. This is way outside my wheelhouse of expertise, but I did skim a couple of reviews on how heart tissue ages.... this one does indicate that cellular aging (degradation of telomeres and decrease in telomerase activity) contributes to heart disease associated with the elderly. So even if Kakuzu can nope out of a lot of other cardiovascular changes that are caused by the aging of cells outside of the heart, he should still only be only to get so many years out of one heart??

Possible solutions: 1) there is some mechanism built into the earth grudge fear jutsu to prevent aging. idk what this would be-- increased telomerase activity??? 2) Kakuzu doesn't need his original heart. He can can imprint his chakra into stolen hearts and take them over, like a parasite. I like this second one because it explains why you need to kill all five hearts, and why he has independent control over his heart-tentacle-monster-buddies.

[shatteredminds]

Well, he couldn't speak for a vampiric dragon when it came to marking their mates, they were a strange bunch and that was saying something considered he was sired by one.

"She... is strange for her species. No one knows what she is thinking, she's considered a loose cannon. I've heard Ragnar call her a useless warrior since she doesn't always follow order's and tends to go off grid on battle, honestly her strategies have lead to many victorys in the past."

He couldn't lie about Azura's strange way of doing things, though he did find it impressive that someone so young knew how to manipulate a battle to her advantage.

"Anyways, while we can feel what out mates feel through the mark we can learn to control those emotions we receive from them. Just like how the warrior class of the family have to learn how to control their bloodlust, urge to fight, and the urge to... well sire or bare strong offspring, to put the last bit mildly the urge to fuck."

Why was he going into the biological aspect of this family if his to be exact? Well to say the least it's to prove that they can control themselves, though warriors had it much harder for obvious reasons.

"Feeling those emotions once we learn how to control them can then be used to tell us how our mates are feeling without basically getting gut punched with rage. I should also mention that we are incredibly protective of our true mates, which is why if we feel their anger before learning how to control ourselves it comes off to us as our mate being threatened, and that can lead to some very bad things happening."

He wonders if he should speak more about the whole attraction part of it, that they can be attracted to the type of person their true mate is. Those with the same personality, considering this guy seemed to act like a few that Azura had been with in the past.

"Before finding our true mates, if we ever do, we may be attracted to those with something similar to them. Like if their close to same height, certain attitudes, some other things. They don't fill in the void like our true mates do but it's better then being lonely. Though unlike with them, we tend to slowly turn our true mates into semi-immortals when we find them. Though when they die it's...."

One of Raidar's hands had made it up to the two rings on the leather necklace, giving it a squeeze as a brief look of pain in his eyes from a memory that would go through his mind.

"The feeling of losing ones true mate is the worst pain any of us can feel, worse then someone slowly carving pieces of flesh off our body while a spell to amplifie pain and another to make sure we don't doe from bleeding out is active, worse then every wound and scar being reopened one hundred times over. It makes us feel empty, hollow, like someone just drained every ounce of happiness from our being, happiness that can never be replaced."

His voice was void of emotion as he spoke now, clearly keeping emotion out of it as to not break down. He had came to this man to tell him these things for Azura's sake, not for his own personal reasons.

"Losing our true mate makes us feel as if there's nothing worth living for anymore, that theres nothing left to be happy about, it can destroy even the strongest warrior since it's hardwired in us to fight and protect those we love. I'm not proud to admit that losing my true mate, my wife, destroyed me... I should have been there to kill the enemy's that killed her, but I was out on the battlefield, she was carrying our twins... I should have been there..."

The bear god would shake his head to stop his mouth and clear his head, it was time to explain why he had tracked down Kefla.

"I tracked you down to tell you these things because I don't want what happened to me to happen to Azura, she's been through so much throughout her life and while most here may disagree with me... she deserves happiness. I rember what a cuddly little runt she was as a crawler, she was always crawling around and loving for affection. Heh, I used to take her for shoulder rides... I wonder if she remembers any of that?"

So, when finding that true mate. They would feel the need to be around that person. That would explain why Azura, who was so hesitant in the beginning, ended up coming to him, so he could scratch that annoying itch for her. Even since that fateful night, the woman has not been leaving his side. In itself, it was not displeasing to have someone like her around for his vacation. It made his stay here less painful to endure.

Plus, that man had proven the saiyan wrong. Not all of them were pieces of trash that knew nothing apart from punching before asking. Something that almost got Ragnar killed. Though, if Azura was already linked to him, that must have been the reason she attacked that man while they were wrestling.

This dude did not actually realize that he dodged a massive bullet, if Kefla had lost complete control of himself. Well, two unstoppable titans would be wreaking havoc until Kefla would have managed to regain control over himself. Which, often, happened after the deed had been done.

While he would stop talking, he would be writing down the knowledge he declared to be important to himself. Such as the fact that they can feel all emotions that the person they have put a mark feels. He would need to have better control over his anger if it could have an effect on the mental state of Azura.

Maybe he should start taking that drugs that shut his emotion down again? This was not about him anymore, this time someone else would be involved with his lack of control over his anger. This knowledge would get a long sigh out of the warrior. He would rather not have to take that damn drug again.

For years has he been dealing with annoying wrath that came with being a demonic saiyan. He had been getting better at not getting furious at even the smallest insult toward his person. But, people just being on the offensive without a proper reason would always be a good enough reason to get him to feel anger.

Maybe, he should see Samantha more often once he goes back to Sadala. She has been doing a fantastic job as far as he was concerned. Not that anyone else wanted to deal with the hot mess that he happened to be.

— Dude, she marked me the same day I asked her name. But, it didn't seem that out of the blue to me. She looked as if she knew what she was doing when she did that.

Then again, was anyone even capable to think during the eventful night. They were certainly enjoying the other that day. Though, he could see that the difference between the people who are interested in her and him is the way they live, and also he knew how to talk to a woman.

[sylverstorms]

Cassandra x Maiden ----Anonymity Ch. 11 (NSFW) (END)

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If you are curious to know what my version of Alexia looks like, check here

All maids are dismissed from dinner at night.

The doors are kept sealed shut. It is clear whatever the Dimitrescus are discussing is not for ears outside of their family's to overhear.

You are thankful for the windows you have to focus on repairing while they talk. It keeps you from overthinking and that keeps you sane.

Once everything is fixed, the only physical sign of the nightmarish day you had is Cassandra's sickle, still embedded within what is no doubt a priceless painting.

You approach slowly, as though the weapon has a will of its own and can turn right around to finish the job of gutting you. Your fingers close around the leather handle. The first pull does nothing. The blade is so firmly lodged it won't budge an inch.

But you are nothing if not determined.

That is what you busy yourself with until you see a familiar fly come to land on your shoulder. It doesn't cut at your flesh, but it does bite and tug on your shirt. You understand the silent command to follow.

The insect leads you to the dining room. The table is cleaned, but the daughters are all still there, talking in hushed tones among themselves, poker faces adorning their expressions.

Three sets of yellowish eyes immediately fall to the sickle in your hand. Bela raises an amused eyebrow. The redhead whistles. "That looks sexy on you~"

"Can't imagine it would look as good in me." You give Cassandra a pointed look as you pull the chair beside her, but she only shrugs and leans back, motioning for you to hand it over.

"No... did you throw it at her?" Daniela guffaws. "And you missed?"

A sour grimace comes from the brunette. "I wasn't trying that hard..."

"What if I hadn't dodged?" you ask.

"...well. It's good that you did." Cassandra looks down at her manicured nails, as apologetic as she'll let herself be in front of her sisters.

"Do I want to know what was hit instead of Alexia?" Bela carefully asks.

"You really don't." Cassandra shakes her head and they leave it at that for both their sake.

"So." Bela speaks up after a brief moment of silence. "After our discussion with mother, we are to inform you that you're free to come and go from the castle as you please. Cassandra's key is as much hers as it is yours, now. But. Should any other maid escape using it or learn of our weakness, we'll have to do something nobody here wants."

"We'll have to brutally murder you to make an example. And whoever knows." Daniela cuts in and Cassandra gives her a glare. You aren’t looking forward to learning what their interpretation of the word ‘brutal’ is like.

"Yeah I... I could have guessed that." you reply.

"But I'm sure you're smart enough to not let that happen." Bela states. "This settles everything, I think."

"Not everything." Cassandra retorts, a shadow around her eyes.

"Cassandra, drop it. You heard what mother said." The blonde's tone grows harsh.

"What did she say, other than what we already knew?" comes the sharp bite back. "Why is she so vague every time one of us asks how we came to be?"

"I'm sure she has a good reason. What does it even matter about before?"

"Because I'm sick of having nightmares about people I don't remember!" Cassandra slams her hands onto the table. Both you and Daniela flinch back a bit.

You could have already guessed Alcina is not their biological mother. But a lot of puzzle pieces fall into place before your eyes now. And this new picture you're starting to see of the Dimitrescu family isn't a pretty one at all.

The tension between the two siblings is enough to electrify the air around the table.

"Did you ever consider it's probably for the best that you never do remember them?" Bela asks, her irritation ice-cold as opposed to Cassandra's sizzling fire. "Maybe there's a reason nightmares are all that's left."

You can see your lover's jaw clench. Cassandra's fingers curl into white-knuckled fists as she sits back down. "Don't you get these flashes? These almost-memories?"

"No." Bela says as she stands to leave. "I don't get them. And even if I did, I don't much care for leftovers."

"Daniela?" Cassandra asks, turning to her younger sister.

"I uh... I gotta go do a... thing. Bye now!" The redhead disperses into a swarm right there, before any more can be said.

Cassandra huffs in an exasperated, 'of course' manner. Only the two of you are left in the gigantic room, but you're not sure if you should speak up. You're not exactly confident in your ability to comfort others, nor can you tell where she and you currently stand. It doesn't look like either of you has the energy for any type of loaded talk.

You need each other, that much is as certain as the sun’s rise and fall.

And that's enough, for now.

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Within the next few days, Cassandra and you take your time gravitating back together.

You let the thought of her ripping you in half slowly bleed away and she probably does the same with the notion of you using her weakness against her.

It starts with little touches, on your shoulder or your hand, as you make plans to spend a night or two in your house at the village once the temperature allows it.

Then one evening she comes to your room complaining about Daniela just like the old times and it feels only natural to rub her back like you used to.

Cassandra leans into you like a purring cat.

"Oh, you're so warm..." she sighs, resting her head atop your shoulder.

Absent-mindedly, you bring your travelling fingers up to her nape, pressing at a tiny knot of tension there with your thumb. A little moan slips past her lips –you're aware of just how close to touching your neck they are– and it hits you straight in the gut. You've missed drawing these sounds out of her.

Cassandra shifts against you and every minuscule brush of her lithe form on yours brings sparks to life. Her finger reaches under your chin to tip it her way.

"If you want us to stop here I need to leave now." she speaks with that impatience in the edges of her voice you recognize well.

"What happens if you stay?" you ask. It's not just your body warming at the thought of keeping her close.

"Don't tempt me, Alexia." Her lower lip just barely traces yours as she says it. "I'm not good at resisting and you know it."

You know it. Maybe that's why you tempt her with another almost-kiss in the first place. You could never deny how badly you wanted her and that certainly hasn't changed.

Cassandra crashes your mouths together hungrily, like she's been left without it for too long and now she can't go another second without having you. Her leg crosses over yours to lift herself into straddling you, two strong thighs bracketing your hips tight.

She's trying, you can tell, to not tear both your clothes off and have what she craves hard and fast and right there.

You keep a smirk to yourself when you slip your tongue into her mouth and unhook the buttons of her outfit extra slow. Her nails press into your shoulders. You refuse to speed up.

"Can you go any faster?" she breathily pants once you trail your lips to her neck.

"I can." you say. And lightly bite her.

She's one step away from ripping your shirt off, you can tell from how her fingers curl on the fabric. So you make the smarter choice and distract her with another little bite where you know she likes it best, just underneath her ear, then guide her clothes off of her.

Cassandra pushes you back into the mattress and kisses you again while her cool hands make short work of your clothes. You let her grind her hips into you for some measure of relief as you continue to suck and nibble on her flushed, sensitive skin. Her hands find purchase on your sheets when she no longer trusts her control to have them on you.

"Will you touch me already?" she growls into your ear. You can feel how badly she needs it from the way she shakes on every caress near her center, but this is your payback for that sickle throw.

"I am." you give her a smirk, then lightly push a fingertip into tight, wet heat to cut off her response.

"Ah. I— fuck Alexia!" You've never heard her curse before. And you can't figure out why it's so sinfully hot. “Oh, yes, darling, there!”

As much as she deserves to be tormented for the fright she gave you, you can hardly contain your own lust when she's moving on top of you like this, calling you ‘darling’ and hers.

Both of you come undone not long after, gripping at each other, her soft cries of pleasure filling the room until she lowers her head over your heart, completely spent.

Your fingers gently comb through her wavy hair. For quite some time, Cassandra looks so relaxed you think she has fallen asleep on you.

Until she lifts her head up and nuzzles your jawline, in a way she probably knows kills you every time she does it. Her teeth trap your earlobe. That spells trouble even before she speaks up:

"You didn't think one round would do it, did you? After all, I have yet to pay you back for sneaking into my room and stealing my key, darling…"

Well.

It turns out you won a battle and started a war that lasts throughout the night. And it's only the first, you're sure, of many to come.

For once in your life, you can't wait for what's next.

[lunmelia]

Listen I know that Jack had to “grow up fast” because the world is a “dangerous place” or whatever but if he was born a baby?? I would’ve watched the hell out of that show. Just two dudes, their mum and an angel raising the devil’s baby. Because I say that they kicked Lucifer’s ass to the alternate world and everyone lives (except Kelly. Sorry.). Could you imagine? 

You have Mary; the woman who has experience in raising two babies, even if one was only for six months.

You have Dean; the man who basically raised Sam and has vague memories of helping out when his brother was a baby. Helped Lisa with her son and baby niece. Took care of a shapeshifter baby for a day. Also had a daughter for a couple of days but didn’t interact with her much. 

You have Sam; not much experience. Also took care of a shapeshifter baby for a day. Strong in research, might manage to find them at least a paragraph of how to raise a nephilim. Killed his niece. Not a great sign but he promises he won’t do that this time. 

You have Castiel; the angel expert. Is a literal angel. Has no experience with babies apart from that one night he babysat for his co-worker. Kind-of-sort-of-not-really a dad to a teenage girl. Only times he’s had to interact with a nephilim is when he’s been ordered to kill one, so, not a good sign but he promises he won’t do that this time. 

Together, they make do. But holy shit is raising Jack tough. 

He may not have a true form like Castiel but he does have wings and a true voice. Which he can’t control. So the tantrums. The tantrums. When he was born he made their ears bleed from the crying, and the lights exploded. Cas was miraculously able to calm him down before further damage was done, but the humans always make sure to have earplugs on them from then on. They also had to buy a large supply of lightbulbs to replace the ones in the bunker every time he cries. 

They had to baby proof the bunker. And I mean baby proof the hell out of the bunker. You think a normal house can be dangerous for a baby? The bunker is huge. And full of knives, guns, spellbooks, ancient artifacts, and just about a thousand other things that are not. good. to have around a baby. The baby proofing took a week. Two days of exploring the bunker and recording everything that needed to be baby-proofed, two shopping trips in a day to buy the things needed, and another three days of installing everything. Cas had to stay with Jack in his room while Mary, Sam and Dean did all the baby proofing. 

(also yes this is an AU in which Dean and Cas get their shit together, confess their feelings, build a house and raise Jack as his dads. the build a house part comes in when Jack is like 3)

The absolute freakout Dean had when Jack flew the first time. It happened when he was five months old, and Dean was changing his diaper. He turned around for a second to throw out the wipes. Heard the flap of wings, turned back around with a greeting for Cas on his lips, and Jack was gone. It went like this: Dean, staring at the empty table: ... Jack? Jack- *realisation* Cas! Cas, the baby’s gone! Cas! The baby can fly! Baby’s flying- Cas, appearing in front of him with a giggling Jack in his arms: yes, I am well aware Dean: oh my god- Jack: *disappears again* Dean: *yelps in alarm* Cas: *simply reaches up and just. plucks Jack out of thin air. one moment there’s empty air and the next Jack is just in Cas’ hands* Cas: this may become... difficult Dean, leaning over with his hands on his knees: I’m gonna have a heart attack

Turns out, baby Jack can heal! Which is what Mary discovered when once she had held Jack after coming back from a hunt with a few scrapes, they miraculously disappeared. 

You know when toddlers will get into the flour and leave a mess that you have to clean up for the next two hours? Yeah, well Jack got into a box of spellbooks and opened one which released monsters from fables. So that was a very panic-filled 6 hours that included Sam, Dean and Mary researching how to put them back / kill them while Cas held Jack close to make sure he didn’t fly away. Turns out, baby-proofing a bunker is pretty useless when said baby can fly through walls.

Apart from the many mishaps thathappened during raising Jack from infancy to toddlerhood, he’s just a weird kid. And kids are usually weird, but Jack is weird. 

Sam basically sprinted back to the car with a five-year-old Jack in his arms after Jack had held a woman’s hand in his at a playground and gently told her, “the events that lead to your father’s death were never your fault. He is in his Heaven now and although he is at peace, he begs that you make room in your heart for forgiveness of his wrong doings.” Yeah, they were very close to moving town when that happened. 

One day when he was 6, he walked outside into the back yard and just sat down in a random spot and stared at the ground. After a couple of minutes of glancing out the window to check on him, Dean walked up to him. Dean: whatchu up to, kid? Jack: there is a daisy that is going to grow and bloom here in 15 days. I’ve never seen a flower grow. I would like to watch it, if that’s okay? Dean: you want to sit here, in this exact spot, for 15 days so you can watch a flower grow? Jack, still not taking his eyes off the spot: yes Dean, who’s honestly used to this behaviour after witnessing it for the past two years: ... alright, sure. I’ll bring you dinner in a couple of hours, that sound good? Jack, finally looking up with a beaming smile: yes, thank you! (Cas and Dean did not let him sit in the same spot for 15 days. They did sit next to him for like two hours when the daisy did bloom, though. And despite the creak and buzzing ache in his knees and back, Dean can’t find it in himself to regret it.) 

he had a phase when he was 7 where he would say hi to everyone he came across. Everyone. Dean and Cas cannot make one shopping trip with him without everyone in that store knowing Jack’s name. He says bye when they leave too. 100% every time they get at least 5 people saying bye back. 

On the year he turned 8 they decided to enrol him in school. After weeks of telling him not be “weird” and teaching him to be as normal of a kid as he could be. When the 4 of them are confidant that he won’t go around using his powers, they enrol him. They did not anticipate the school calling him the first day, telling them that Jack had explained to the other kids that Santa isn’t real and they should “learn to not set themselves up for disappointment or believe what their parents say” which caused the entire class to burst out into tears. It was another “maybe we should move town” moment.

Another kid: my dad broke his leg. he has to walk with crutches now. sometimes he lets me use them! Jack: both my dads have died. one of them was torn to shreds by hellhounds who then dragged his soul down to hell where he was tortured for 40 years, but then father rescued him, that was how they met. but then father was blown to bits by my biological father. but then my grandfather resurrected him! they’re fine now.  Their teacher: uh, wow... Jack. sure sounds like you have some very vivid dreams Jack, remembering he’s not supposed to talk about this kind of stuff: ah, yes, of course... dreams. I woke up... crying. a lot. the dreams... scared me. 

I have... so many other little moments in my head, but this post is already so long so let me know if anyone wants more.