#davenport industries

[lab-trash]

Do you think that while working at Tech Town, Bree and Chase weren't allowed to promote Davenport Industries Tech since they're Davenports? Like, would they have to get someone else to explain them because if either of them painted them in a good light like a salesman does, because then if the buyer has a bad experience, they could like... sue them for coercion or some shit?

[bravio-san]

C'est rigolo de voir Donald Davenport avec la voix de Riku dans KH I et KH II interagir avec le Spider-Man de Tobey Maguire.

[astoldbyaja]

Warrior (HBO Max) Li Yong x Black Female OC X Zing x Bolo

I've got a 38 chapter work in progress from the Max series warrior if anyone is interested in reading. I may post it on here. It's smutty and violent i'll tell you what! XD

[stimmy--cryptid]

chase davenport with tech for anon!

X | X | X || X | X | X || X | X | X

[blcssom]

closed for @remaineds - plot in source !

"look, i know you're tired: i know it's been a long day.... but just one more interview and then you're done! and that hotel hot-tub is just calling your name." and a stiff drink was calling hers. "so maybe just... work with me? a little?"

[grusik]

Rons Skyrats Kathy Toth || Toronto Graffiti Archive || Instagram This was a very gross rainy day right before the new year. I love this whole changing industrial area and visit it a few times a year. It's not in the Junction, but retains the flavor of it's old past. Recently the old Skyrat mural was repainted by 3 new artists. The other one has held up well, still looks good after a decade on the other side of the bridge. This was my last shot of 2022. by Kathy T | Toronto

[martyrbat]

batman secret files and origins (1997)

[ID: the first panel is an article titled, “Who is Bruce Wayne?” by Lola Charles. Above the headline is a photo of Bruce from the shoulders up as he's in a suit. The rest of the photos is cropped sections from the column. In order they read:

“It's definitely a case of passion exceeding skill,” confides neighbor J. Devlin Davenport. “Bruce is hopeless in the long game.” Wayne takes all of the ribbing he receives gracefully. There doesn't seem to be a touch of anger in the guy.

To say that his personality is plastic is to insult the synthetics industry. His reclusive behavior and avoidance of any media coverage is because the man has all the charm of a paper clip.

The most interesting moment in the entire meeting came when he accidentally spilled the Dijon sauce on himself (managing, in the process, to spatter the blouse I had bought specifically for the occasion).

I candidly admit that he is excruciatingly handsome and that, upon first meeting him, I blushed like a schoolgirl. But beneath those drop-dead looks beats the heart of a chartered accountant. The women who fawn over him after fifteen minutes in his company can only be thinking of his bank accounts, not his romantic attractions. Only someone as shallow as himself could find him alluring.

Bruce Wayne is styling his way through life.

Well, there's the mystery of Bruce Wayne. And the solution is that there is no mystery. The guy is a sofa painting, a creampuff, a lightweight, the male equivalent of a bimbo. Sorry, girls. END ID]

[novemberthewriter]

WRITEBLR INTRO xx

hey, all! i’m n.k. :-)

i'm not new to tumblr (have had a few diff accounts since 2011/2012), but i'm new to interacting with writeblr proper. 

ABOUT ME

late 20s

black & queer & disabled 

lifelong writer/musician/creative (in both professional and hobbyist capacities)

finally finishing my degree in creative writing & english! 

ARTISTIC/THEMATIC INTERESTS 

literary fiction, horror, camp, kitsch, diversity, introspection, family/friend bonds (especially nontraditional ones), romance, art rock, nostalgia, technology, diy ethos 

GOALS

connect with the tumblr writing community at large! for a while i was unable to get excited about my non-work, non-fanfic related writing projects. over the past year or so, my passion’s been renewed, and i just wanna chatter with like-minded folks about my longform WIPs, my short stories, etc – and geek over other people’s work here too <3

WIPS 

Dagmar

there’s always something going down in dagmar, an insular coastal community straddling the delaware bay. pragmatic tech geek zeke omezie-fumudoh, 18, prefers to keep her head in her books and projects – deaths and disappearances were common in her parents’ home country, too, after all. when her best friend dodie dies, however, zeke has no choice but to start trying to connect the dots & face the potential supernatural forces at play. 

[this is finna be dark fantasy/horror, romance, mystery, and queer as hell! i got a lot of worldbuilding to do, but a few months ago the twist popped into my head 1st and i’ve been working backwards. i'm sooo excited abt figuring out the narrative path(s) i gotta take]

Dave & The Family Davenport

20-year-old twin musicians dorian & daria davenport are a little s club 7, a little sly stone, & a whole lotta spitfire. as the very first act signed to holliday records, 30-something producer & label founder dave levine considers it his duty to take the family davenport under his wing. they become his pet project – and eventually something more to him. 

[i’m taking this one in a literary/drama direction! thinking found family and music industry commentary vibes. idea came from revisiting big time rush and thinking ‘what would happen if you mix btr + the carpenters + prince + mtv’s making the band??’ (for the record, dave is 100% NOT meant to be a p. d*ddy analogue re: making the band, i'm mainly thinking of the aesthetics of the young artists of color featured on the show)]

Several fun essays about my personal fandom/shipping history (one is about all the diff sites i've used over 17+ years of reading/writing fanfic, another is an old-school livejournal-style ship manifesto that i plan to make into a video! etc etc)

SHORT FICTION 

blank [literary/drama, 300 wds]

fortune teller [literary/drama, 300 wds]

hothouse [horror, 500 wds]

a certain standard of care [horror-comedy/surreal/gross-out, 1k wds]

good bones (or, an exercise in letting go) [literary/dramedy, 1.3k wds]

[writing tag: scorpio the scribe]

hmu if you think we'd get along <3 i need more ppl to follow!

[ETA: i prefer to follow/be mutuals w/ ppl 18+ only, ty!]

[davendorks]

have we ever thought about the fact that donald might not have WANTED kids?

i know i have “donald anti” in my intro post because i mean yeah i don’t like him because he’s annoying

but you have to think about the fact that HE didn’t even plan to adopt three random ass babies so young.

based off the math: Davenport claims to be 38 in Bionic Birthday Fail, and assuming the year is 2012 (and assuming Davenport is telling the truth), he was around 18 when he and Douglas started Davenport Industries.

Once they established the company, that’s when Douglas started making the kids. (Although there are many factors, i know davenport got them as babies but we don’t know for a fact how old they were or how long it took douglas to perfect genetic engineering after establishing the company it’s safe to assume the 18-38 gap is “right”.) Donald was just excited to have a company with his brother, but these kids (most likely when he’s freshly 20) were never in the picture to begin with.

We all remember the scene where he’s teaching them about how batteries are made, and yes i’ve said before that i didn’t like that because they are kids. but there’s also the fact that maybe he didn’t know what kids are like. he is a genius, tech is what he knows. he didn’t plan for these kids, he didn’t know what to do with them. he just knew they were his responsibility.

he’s even TOLD us this before.

“i’m more of a fun uncle than a school activity dad.”

yes, he’s shitty. he treated them like science projects because that’s what they were to him. they have tech IN them, they’re his responsibility.

when it came time for tasha and leo, based off what we do know of him, i’m not sure if this is a stretch but he might’ve wanted a fresh start with leo?

i only say this because there’s episodes like ‘Can I Borrow the Helicopter?’ where he’s EXCITED to do dad stuff with leo, he even gets too excited at points. then again, he still gets easily annoyed with leo and brushes him off when he’s doing something tech related.

it’s also kind of weird, even after leo got his bionics, he was still brushed off because he’s leo.

i’m sure i could do a lot better if i actually had time to write this out, it’s fourth of july 😭 i’ll write this out better if anybody really wants it sooo yes.

[agaypanic]

Every Night (Spider-Man!Chase Davenport X Reader)

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Summary: Chase Davenport is a Mission Creek High student who takes pictures by day, and a bionic web-slinging superhero who fights crime by night. Tonight, he swings by your place with a split lip, a bruised rib, and a wounded ego.

A/N: holy shit an actual fic instead of a shitpost, who would’ve guessed? spiderman au where chase is spiderman bc 📖anon and i agreed that chase davenport is totally peter parker coded (specifically andrew garfield’s). side note: if this was a full avengers au, chase would be spiderman, davenport would be iron man, adam would probably be thor, bree would be black widow, and leo would probably be captain america or the hulk (it’d be funny to see him go from this little stick figure to a giant beefy mutant man). This is most likely not medically accurate

***

“Hold that,” Chase muttered just loud enough for you to hear, adjusting the settings on his new camera. “Stay still.”

“Chase, lunch is gonna be over soon.” You teased, but still held your position as requested.

You heard your boyfriend take a picture, and then a few more. There were a few more flickers of the camera shutter before Chase got up and rounded the picnic table to sit next to you. “What do you think?” Chase asked, showing you the couple of pictures he had just taken.

“I think you make me look really pretty.”

“Nah.” Chase shook his head before kissing your cheek. “That’s all you.”

“Big flirt.” You smiled, taking the camera out of his hands and setting it on the table to kiss him without interruption. Unfortunately, the school bell didn’t get the memo about you wanting to be undisturbed. Chase pouted when you pulled away, making you laugh. “Will I see you tonight?”

Chase stood up, grabbing his camera and your hand. “You always do, babe.”

***

Chase was right; you always did see him. But your question should have been whether he’d come through your front door as Chase Davenport or through your window as Spider-Man. The follow-up question would have been whether or not he’d be bloody and bruised.

Unfortunately, the answer to both questions were the latter options tonight.

“You’re lucky my parents aren’t home,” you said as you helped your boyfriend into your room, trying to avoid the blood-saturated parts of his suit. “Who was it this time?”

“Green Goblin.” Chase winced, plopping down on your bed while he clutched his side. You grabbed the little first aid kit that you kept under your bed ever since finding out about your boyfriend’s super identity. “I was doing my patrol when he just flew by out of nowhere. I didn’t even feel him coming.”

You could hear Chase’s disappointment in his voice as he recounted the events. The fight was difficult, as the wounds you were helping him clean up proved. 

After wiping the blood off his chin from his split lip, you scooted back a little and gestured to Chase’s chest. “Suit off.”

“At least buy me dinner first.” Chase tried to laugh but instead groaned in pain as he pressed the spider emblem on his suit that loosened the once skin-tight fabric. You helped pull the suit off enough to reveal Chase’s chest. It was bruised, sweaty, and heaving. “Hey, my eyes are up here.”

“Shut up.” You rolled your eyes from his teasing and continued tending to Chase’s wounds. “You know, sometimes I wonder why you don’t go to Mr. Davenport for this. I’m sure Davenport Industries has actual nurses, or at least better medical supplies than a homemade first aid kit.”

Chase’s hand, a little shaky from his exhaustion, cupped your cheek, making you tear your eyes away from his purpling side. “I always visit you every night. A little beating isn’t gonna stop me from that.”

You scoffed. You wouldn’t exactly call this a ‘little’ beating. “Okay, but if you get some kind of infection or lifelong medical problem, don’t blame me.”

The rest of your aid was accompanied by silence. You were focused on cleaning Chase up to the best of your abilities, while he was focused on your focus. He wished he had his camera to capture the moment, ignoring the fact that he was wounded and in pain.

“Done,” you said after a long half hour. “Now, go take a shower. You’re all sweaty and gross.”

“I didn’t hear you complain when you were staring at my glistening abs.” Chase teased as he slowly stood up, kicking his suit off so he was only in his boxers.

You playfully swatted at him. “Just go. I’ll have a movie ready when you’re done.”

“And snacks?” Chase looked over his shoulder, looking at you with a pleading look. You nodded, following him out of your room, parting so he could go to the bathroom and you to the kitchen.

“And snacks.”

[neurodivenport]

SIR! SIR! imma need you to be writing more nsfw chase fics! i have no shame. i need more. im on my hands and knees. credit card out and ready. i will even give you scenarios if you need some. im begging, crying, screaming, wailing, salivating, barking, meowing, purring, wobbling, and all the other i-n-g-s. you're the only one that gets into it. 😩

i literally love u… here’s something thats been floating in my brain for a hot minute (that i never wrote because of lack of motiv+ive been sick ugh)

but PLEASE send me scenarios if you have any! i ALWAYS wanna write stuff for him but its just about if i have actual ideas or not

its literally nothing but porn without plot under the cut you’ve been warned (chase davenport x gn!reader)

Chase had finally come up with a way to recharge without his capsule.

He spared you the nitty gritty of it, only telling you he had changed the way his entire room worked in order for him to sleep in your (now) shared bed. You told him he didn’t have to go through all that just because you wanted to sleep next to him- but he insisted that he was just as desperate to hold you, too.

The thought of that made you feel warm.

You watch as he turns off the light, cuddled up in his own set of pajamas, which you note have a little Davenport Industries logo on the side. He squeezes in next to you, lifting the covers above his body.

“I never knew how you slept without a blanket,” You note, “It’s so cold in your room… and you were just in a glass capsule.”

“Highly flexible industry grade polymer,” Chase corrects, with the ‘I’m a genius’ smile plastered on his cute face, “And these pajamas are designed to be warmer than blankets, with adjustable settings to regulate it to human body temperatures. You can also just turn those features off completely.”

You gape at him, eyebrows furrowed tight, watching as he giggles at your expression. “God, you Davenports are so strange.”

He just hums in response, a big, dumb grin lighting up his face.

You settle in, turning around to your side. When you feel him hesitating, you grasp his hand in yours, pulling his arm to slot over your side. He pulls you in tight, spooning your form against his. You feel his face bury itself into your neck, humming, nustling itself into your skin.

“‘S really nice,” Chase says after a few beats- voice muffled with his face in your neck.

You laugh a little, squeezing his hand. “It is for me too.”

You feel him push his body closer to yours, like he’s trying to get as close as he can. His hands bunch up at your pajama shirt, legs intertwining with yours, trying to pull you closer to him.

“Mm, Chase,” You hum, “You okay?”

“Mmhm,” He says, “I just- I want to be close to you.”

“I don’t think you can get any closer than this.” You giggle.

Chase hums in response. You know how clingy he can be, how touch starved he is, constantly clinging to you like a koala or a sloth to a tree. You bet he’d hold you for the rest of his life if he could- not getting up to a single other thing.

You feel his thumb barely touching the light hint of your skin that peeks out from your scrunched shirt, feather light and shaky. He’s praying you don’t notice him taking in your smell.

You slide your leg between his, intertwining your limbs to bring him ever tighter, pulling him forward with your tangled hands. You hear him grunt as he slots against your back, before stilling behind you, lifting his head off from your neck.

“Sorry.”

You don’t understand what he’s talking about… until you feel it.

Oh.

Oh.

“Chase,” You breathe out a laugh, “It’s okay. Don’t apologize.”

“It just- it just happens.”

You can feel him trying to hover his crotch away from your ass, trying not to press his obvious hard-on against you. You two have had sex before- but since it’s still early in that stage of your relationship, his nerves are still never ending, never wanting to overstep a boundary.

You grab onto his hip, pulling him towards you to press just as tightly as he was before. He grunts at the contact, pulling his lip between his teeth.

“You don’t have to,” Chase says, ever the gentleman, voice laced with tensity.

“Chasey,” You breathe, knowing full well what any pet name does to him, “I like making you feel good.”

He lets out a long trembling breath at that. He stays silent for a minute, clearly contemplating something, the cogs in his brain practically audible.

“Can I, uh,” Chase stutters, fidgeting with your shirt. “Can I just… do this…?”

You feel him grind against your ass experimentally. That makes you moan, shifting it back against him, reveling in the soft, barely noticeable noise he makes.

“Go ahead, baby,” You encourage. “Get yourself off for me.”

That makes him whine, burying his face back into your neck. He can never get used to your vulgarity.

Chase’s hips start moving, softly humping against you. You hold his hips in aid, guiding him with more determined strokes.

“That feel good?” You ask. He moans softly, nodding his head.

His movements get faster as he adds more pressure, his hand gliding up your stomach. Sensing his hestiance, you grab his hand and place it on your chest, feeling him pinch a nipple from over your shirt.

“I’m-“ He starts, cutting himself off with a groan, “I’m close- I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, baby, you’re doing such a good job for me. You deserve it. Let yourself go.”

Chase’s whines amp up in volume, getting more and more frequent while his thrusts lose their rhythm. He’s trying to muffle his sounds into your skin, embarrassed by how much he’s enjoying this.

With a final groan, he stills, legs twitching as you feel his pants dampen.

He’s panting as he comes down, barely moving. You reach back to pet his hair, turning and placing a soft kiss on his forehead. “Was that good?”

He hums in response, still high pitched and breathy. That makes you giggle, squeezing his cheek.

As you begin to push yourself up off the bed, you feel him grab you.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m just gonna get you a washcloth and new pajamas, don’t worry.”

Chase’s eyes are big and dreamy as he speaks. “I want- I want to return the favor.”

You smile, heart warming - knowing full well its not out of obligation but out of his own want.

“Can you do that in the shower?”

You’ve never seen him get up so fast.

[naturallyobsessed]

I need an AU where Douglas actually succeeded in selling Adam Bree and Chase to warlords and dictators and they were actually used for evil purposes. Like what would they do? Would they have the same personalities as they do in the show or would they be brainwashed by their owner? And back at Davenport Industries would Donald and Douglas still be working together? Would Donald eventually find out that Douglas implanted bionics in humans?

Speaking of Davenport Industries, I think I just need a whole backstory series. Like it starts with Donald and Douglas' childhood, and we can see Douglas constantly under Donald's shadow. Then they start Davenport Industries and it shows Douglas creating Adam Bree and Chase and planning to sell them for evil. And we see Donald find out about this and steal/rescue them, and then we see Douglas fake his death, create Marcus, etc.

I think I just want some sort of backstory thing with this show because there's so much lore that I need to know more about.

[bananaactivity]

What happens when Kai learns about Marcus being a bionic android? Is it a big reveal, or does Kai shrug it off?

He doesn't learn anytime soon.

Think about FBI agents or like secret service and their families. There is an understanding that they do stuff in that vein but like you don't have all the info.

My version of LRELMM involves a lot more secrecy from the public about the island the bionic students and stuff like that. Adam Bree and Chase are the publics only eye into some of what Davenport industries have going on.

Due to my still WIP Mighty Med AU, Kaz, Oliver, and Skyler's identities are highly secret. No bionic excuse, they have to follow the rules of the super world. They actually get their own team comic made in universe for my hypothetical third MM season before they join the EF. Its called "Frost-Burn" and it ends up being pretty popular. (Oliver is Frost-flare, Kai is Wild-spark or Burn-Out ) That leads to fun stuff with Jordan and Gus noticing things that connect their friends to the comic heroes. And I think its funny if Chase is a Wild-Spark or Burn-Out superfan and is literally shocked when he finds out its Kaz)

Here is a segment of my fic that explains some stuff:

Leo, and Marcus along with Taylor and Logan Krane made up Team Francis pronounced Team Danger for some reason. They had been Mission Creeks B team after the original Daven-kids. But those guys had fucked off to go dick around in Centium City with some characters of who's “identities are highly confidential” a few months back.

This left Team Francis to be the front line and by extension some graduations at the island got pushed up to fill their vacant spot. Spin, Bob and his brother Daniel, made up what Leo referred to as Mission Creeks C team: Team Tots. Leo had been pretty fussy finding out they had to leave the safety of Mission Creek up to the Tots when they left but Marcus was pretty confident in Spin's ability to lead. So off they all went to Seaford…

I think Kai would only be allowed to know all the ins and outs if he and Marcus got married.

Which would not happen unless they both went through immense psychological therapy. They are both so deeply flawed with so much implied trauma there is no way in hell. Like reading my fic even in its draft form you can just feel all the manipulation and lack of emotional vulnerability and sense of healthy boundaries leaking from the both of them. (That's why its called a hate story)

They don't love each other in my fic. They are obsessed and crazy. Just like the originals LMAO.

If Kai found out tho he'd be less interested and more of a bully about it. My interpretation of him is older (21) and " reformed" that just means he blocked off all his violent tendencies behind a wall ,without working through them, that Marcus cracks so hes dealing with a barrage of emotions mentally while keeping a cold and unbothered exterior.

Non-cannon scene:

He'd been thinking about it for a while and he'd finally decided to do it.

“ Hey? Uh…K?”

"What." Kai didn’t even glance up, scrolling through his phone.

"Yeah… I—K, I need to tell you something," Marcus spat out, his voice a little off.

"You’re pregnant? Or are you secretly a wizard?" Kai tossed out, completely nonchalant. "Please tell me you’re a wizard, Davenport. That’d be fuckin’ hilarious."

Marcus sighed "No. I’m a Bionic android. My cousins are Adam, Bree, and Chase. I go on secret missions all the time and that's why I came to Seaford in the first place.” he sped out in one breath.

That made Kai stop scrolling. For a brief moment, his brain didn’t register the words, but then he looked at Marcus, deadpan, still not moving a muscle.

"Wait, what the fuck… Are you shitting me?" Kai raised an eyebrow, staring at him like he'd just said he was allergic to air. "Did you just say you're a robot?"

"An android," Marcus corrected..

Kai snorted. "Whatever, same difference. So, you’re telling me you’re like one of those fancy-ass Roombas but with feelings and… well, you look a hell of a lot better than a Roomba." He gave Marcus a once-over. "You don’t exactly scream ‘I’m a super advanced killing machine.’"

Marcus blinked.

“You’re really not freaking out?” Marcus asked, voice edging on frustration.

Kai shrugged, tossing his phone on the couch beside him.

“Really? I mean.. K?” Marcus crossed his arms, trying to look unimpressed but definitely feeling a little weird inside. “You're not even surprised? No ‘what the hell’ moment? I'm related to the most famous people of modern days?”

Kai looked at him for a long second before his lips curled into a smirk. “I mean, I did wonder why you always avoided using a microwave. Now it makes sense. So, are you, like, a secret government experiment, or did you just get bored one day and decide to live among humans, pretending to be one of us?”

“I'm not pretending, and I don't use the microwave because it's an inferior way of reheating food.” Marcus shot back quickly. “I’m just— Hey! I told you what I'm doing here! And my DAD made me, not the government.”

“Yeah, yeah. Sure, whatever Daven-dork,” Kai interrupted, rolling his eyes. “Alright, so, you’re an android. Cool. Want me to start calling you 'Siri' or 'C-3PO' or should I go full 'Terminator' and start waiting for you to go rogue and destroy the world? Hasta la vista baby, right?"

Marcus was so flustered now, his usual cocky attitude slipping. “That was just a phase… I'm over that no-!”

“Just a phase? Sure buddy, just think about how good of a kisser I am when you decide to usurp the status quo… ” Kai said, cutting him off with a yawn. “Look, I don’t care if you’re some high-tech toaster. Just don’t start malfunctioning while we’re making out and electrocute me alright?”

“Okay?? I guess,” Marcus muttered, glancing away a little embarrassed.

Kai shifted, half-laying across the couch, his feet now casually resting on Marcus’s lap. “ Don’t start short-circuiting or glitching out either Davenport. I don’t need you flipping into ‘robot rage’ and throwing me through a wall or whatever.”

Marcus glared at him. “I’m not going to ‘short-circuit.` And you say that as if you don't throttle me in the Dojo every chance you get.”

"Please," Kai interrupted with a dramatic roll of his eyes. " All those times we’ve sparred… You were holding out while also beating me and you're just now telling me? That’s rich. Anyway, just don’t start malfunctioning, isn't that simple for your computer brain? I’m already dealing with your constant need for affection—I don’t need you literally shorting out my Wi-Fi.”

Marcus opened his mouth, a retort on the tip of his tongue, but instead, all that came out was a frustrated sigh. “You’re impossible.”

“Yeah, but you tolerate me, so deal with it, ‘R2-D2.’” Kai grinned, then, as if the revelation of Marcus being an android wasn’t that big of a deal, he leaned over and playfully ruffled Marcus’s hair. “Also, if you’re a robot, can I get an upgrade? Like, one where you don’t constantly annoy me?”

“Maybe upgrade your lip action too. That shits so ass” he muttered

“I’m not a robot!” Marcus groaned, slapping his hand away. “And I kiss great!”

Kai grinned. "Yeah okay buddy sure. You should be more grateful, Marcus. No one else would put up with your roboass. Just don’t go rogue on me or I’ll have to destroy you. I’m not getting a warranty on you anytime soon.”

Marcus shot him a glare “You’re insufferable.”

“Yeah, well, you’re a bionic android who could probably download a kissing app and you still suck at it. I guess we balance each other out. ”

[astoldbyaja]

The Blossom surrounded by Fire - Ch. 40 (Warrior AU- HBO MAX)

Li Yong’s cock was churning my insides as he gripped my hips guiding me up and down on him. The storm that rolled in grew heavier as our bodies moved in perfect sync together. I was sat perfectly on his lap moving my hips move and more on him. I could feel him in my stomach.

His mouth on my throbbing pussy alone was enough to make me push everything that happened today to the back of my mind. My body harness was on the ground, thrown off into the darkness.

“I never want to see this on you again.”

His words were thick and commanding. I wouldn’t disobey. I moaned out rhythmically with each sharp movement of our hips. My arms were wrapped around his neck, and he was looking all over my face and ears with such devotion. I had never seen such look in a man’s eyes before. He used one hand to curl up in my hair and bring me close to him, our chests rubbing together. His other hand still had a tight hold on my hip guiding me up and down on him. I whimpered out lowly feeling that tightness in me coil up even harder.

I then feel a gush of pleasure and I jerk forward some, moaning hard and holding Li Yong against my body. He keeps moving my hips however, overstimulating me to a point of no return. He draws out my orgasm until I’m screaming with pleasure against him. I feel him release everything inside me and he lets out a guttural grunt as holds my hips firmly down, so he doesn’t waste a single drop inside me.

We collapsed on the bed panting heavily together. The lust cleared from our eyes as we watched each other, and slowly he ran his hand over my hip.

“On a lighter note… Kong Pak likes you.” he said.

I felt we should be talking about everything that went down tonight, from the Irish attacking to Long Zii’s assassination. But somehow, hearing his words made my eyes sparkle as the lust faded from my eyes.

“How do you know?” I asked. Li Yong smiled warmly as he brought his hand up to caress my cheek.

“He invited you to tea… that’s a very good sign.” he said. That’s right, the Jiang Yao leader did invite us over for tea to talk and train. I smiled warmly.

“I am glad your mentor approves of me.” I replied gently. However, worry began to dance in my eyes and Li Yong saw this. His stare remained light.

“You are worried about Long Zii.” he said. I nodded slowly.

“I guess I am just worried… you say you will take care of everything, but I have no idea if that will have consequences for me or the tong.” I replied. Li Yong nodded.

“This tong is my responsibility, and you are a part of it. Mai Ling will either want to hunt down the culprit responsible or she will be too happy at taking over the tong fully to truly care who did it.” he said. I shook my head.

“But in some way won’t she feel outsmarted? Will you ever tell her it was you?” I asked. Li Yong shook his head.

“She thinks it was the Hop Wei, that’s all she needs to believe. She will never know I was behind it.” he explained. And now a secret has formed between us, and I nodded slowly looking down over his body, admiring the scars that he had on his body from years of survival. I gently nodded remembering all the times he has been there for me, protected me. I moved to his hand that was on my face and gently curled our hands together.

“I’ll take that secret to the grave with me. I trust you.” I said. He smiled and nodded leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to my lips. I responded without hesitation. “But who did you work with to… do the deed while we were at the fight?”

He grinned and shook his head.

“The little you know, the better. Just do your part as a healer and I will do mine.” he said. I nodded at his words decided not to press as he was right, the little I knew the better.

The next morning, funeral arrangements were being prepared by the tong for Long Zii and some of the fallen men. There would a meeting being held to discuss the future of the tong. I did meet with Mai Ling alone who was in a pale white gown. A white flower in her hair. It was just she and I in her room. She stared out the window of her room. She looked very beautiful in white.

“Long Zii won yesterday’s fight… but due to the Irish and Fung Hai and Hop Wei stepping in, we are back at square one with Zing. We owe him yet again for his help… seeing as we have a partnership, it’s only a matter time before he uses that against me when it comes to you.” she said, her voice cold and low. I winced at her words but was not too surprised. Zing knew how to be a step ahead of the game. He saw those Irish and only thought of using them to his advantage.

“What do you want of me Mai Ling?” I asked. She finally turned to me and approached with her fingers together.

“I want you to ensure Zing’s dick stays wet, so he doesn’t cause trouble.” she said. I could see in her eyes, she emotional, she’s angry that someone killed her husband before she could. “I know what I am asking for will be… unbearable for you. But if someone could kill my husband before I could, then that means someone could kill me. I need Zing’s loyalty, his tong’s strength and his business.”

I stared at her for a moment watching as he approached and took my hands in hers. Her eyes were now gentle and soft.

“Amaka… you are one of the few people I trust in this tong. I need you to do this for me.” she said with a hint of firmness. I looked at her with strength in my eyes and I nodded.

“I will do what my tong leader asks of me.” I said with a gentle bow of my head.

“I thank you… You will go to the Fung Hai and show your gratitude for Zing’s help on my behalf and this will stay between you and I. Li Yong need not know and stress himself out of your duties.” she said. I felt my stomach tighten at her words and I looked up and nodded.

“Yes Mai Ling.” I replied. She nodded.

“Good.” she replied.

“What about the Hop Wei, they helped too.” I replied. Mai Ling stiffened and turned from me.

“Soon I will wave war on them for all the trouble they have caused my tong… but I need to be sure that they were the ones who did this before I make this war permanent. Young Jun favors you, I want you to find out what he knows, I don’t care how you get this information.” she said coolly. I kept my body still, my face blank to show I was listening. The life of a slave has taught me to keep a straight face when needed and right now I needed to do that. She wants me to fuck Hop Wei too to find out if they truly killed Long Zii? What difference would it made if they did or didn’t? She wanted them dead no matter what. I nodded.

“I will do this.” I replied and she nodded.

“Before I forget… I had spoken with Ah Toy, she was very happy to give some dresses to you. You and she have gotten close, so she had some dresses sent to your home. I allowed the carrier to bring them to your room.

I had returned to my home upon hearing about these dresses and was quite shocked at how beautiful and color each dress was. I could tell many of them were made to resemble Ah Toy’s sense of fashion. The colors were soft however to show my caring nature and responsibility as a doctor. The different designs and patters were beautiful. But where could I wear such a dress to, the brothel perhaps? I was moving to put all the dresses away then grabbed the dress I wore yesterday. As I emptied the pockets I saw a piece of paper inside. I remembered Hong said he stuck it inside.

Great. I looked at the address and saw it was at the Barbary Coast. Did he expect me to just waltz through there on my own? That place was not a place I needed to walk at alone that was for sure. I couldn’t worry about that now. I got dressed in one of my usual gowns and headed into town needing to be on my own for a bit to think. Word will soon spread that Long Zii is dead, and Mai Ling will inevitably take over. She will get push back if not from her tong’s elders, then from the other tongs. She may be cunning but she’s still a woman. As I moved through the busy streets, I feel my body bump into a figure in all black. A bull, I immediately recoiled with a chant of sorries ready, however the man held his hands up with a smile.

“Officer Lee.” I replied and the man tipped his hat to me.

“Amaka, good morning.” he said almost cheerfully. I gave a soft nod.

“Hello.” I replied. He stood up straight now.

“I uh… was hoping to find you somewhere here on my patrol.” he said. I was a bit worried now. The cops were looking for me. Was it due to the Irish?

“What would the cops want of me?” I asked. He immediately shook his head chuckling a bit.

“Not the department- me specifically. I was curious about you and your ears. I gotta say I have never met a woman with special ears like yours.” he said. I noticed the accent immediately now that we weren’t surrounded by crowds of people. I tensed some, not only at his accent, but as well as the few Fung Hai men making their presence known in the distance of the town. It seemed they were keeping an eye on me for their leader.

“You’re from the south.” I commented looking up at him again. Lee nodded.

“Yes ma’am. Savannah, Georgia to be exact.” he said. My chest tightened at his words.

“I see.” I replied and looked around some thinking it wasn’t best to be talking so openly to a bull. “Well welcome to Chinatown.”

I turned from him and then felt his hand on my forearm.

“Oh wait. I was wondering… if you and I could sometime. I mean I would like to know how your ears got like that.” he said. I noticed the Fung Hai members didn’t seem too pleased at how close Lee was to me nor his hand on me. I looked away nervously before looking up at him.

“I’m sorry Officer Lee… I don’t think my people would like that. I’m sorry I must go.” I replied lowly. He could see the nervousness in my eyes and immediately let me go.

“Of course… um, I hope we can talk again.” he said tipping his hat to me and I nodded and separated from him. I felt a wave of anxiety crushing down on me.

Li Yong killed Long Zii. Mai Ling thinks the Hop Wei killed Long Zii and soon the two tongs will go to war. Mai Ling wants me to keep Zing in place which is a very risky move seeing that no one could control that man. And now I am forced to keep that information hidden from Li Yong as well as having to go to the Hop Wei about Long Zii knowing they weren’t responsible or maybe they were. Li Yong got someone to kill Long Zii. It couldn’t be some bum off the street, no. They’d never survive the other enforcers let alone take down some of them to get to Long Zii. No whoever this person was, they had skill. They had to be a tong member.

I thought about who I could go see in this moment, who I could talk to. During this time, Chao was most likely doing business with someone. I guess Ah Toy was the only option. I should thank her for the dresses anyways.

Once I made it to her brothel, I was let in, and Lai saw me from the top of the stairs. I smiled as she hurried down the stairs and approached me with a smile. I smiled back.

“Hi Lai. I feel like it’s been a while since we have seen each other… is Ah Toy here?” I asked. She nodded and motioned toward the stairs. I assumed she was in her room. I said a brief thanks for making my way up to her room. I could hear movement behind her door.

“Ah Toy, it’s Amaka.” I replied.

“Come.” I heard after a few seconds. I stepped inside and found her bed and she was in it, naked. But she was not alone. Curled up in her arms was none other than Nellie, naked, herself. She saw me and looked a bit stunned as did I.

“Ah Toy. Nellie.” I replied. Both ladies smiled.

“Amaka.” they said with a purr. I could tell they were both devoured by lust right now, but I did not have the energy.

“I am sorry I didn’t mean to disturb you. I can come back later.” I replied. Ah Toy held her hand up to stop me from moving.

“No you’re fine, what’s the matter?” she asked. I looked between both of them for a moment, unsure of what all I should say. But with Nellie here there was no trust. I couldn’t speak in front of her. I just smiled.

“I just wanted to thank you for the dresses.” I replied. Ah Toy looked at my face and we both knew I had come here for something else, but she nodded, not pressing me.

“Of course, I felt they would be lovely for midnight outings to places where all are accepted.” she said ominously. Oh my God she knows about Hong and my plan to go to this place of his at Barbary Coast. I was stunned as she grinned. “Also, meet Hong at the rice shop an hour before, he said you’d know what he meant. But don’t get caught.”

I was more stunned that she’d actually pass on that message, but I just nodded.

“Thank you… Nellie.”

Nellie smiled and kissed Ah Toy’s shoulder.

“Amaka.” she said and turned and left the room. Great, so I couldn’t talk to her. I can’t talk to anyone here. But maybe that’s for the best. I would need to handle these two tongs the only way I knew how. I couldn’t forget what Ah Toy had taught me. I needed to use my body to my advantage and I will do so, for my tong.

[gaiuskamilah]

Hey drop the Poppy opinion babe (please!)

CW for mentions of in-canon racism, harassment. also i've only read the first QB book so i don't know how things played out in the second one.

i think one thing choices players sometimes forget is that yes, while the nature of the game of makes it so you typically self-insert as the MC, you are ultimately not the MC and this isn't wholly your story. the writers are in charge of the story, and they have a narrative in mind. the problem with poppy is that so many entered queen b with a pre-conceived image of her in their heads and got mad when canon showed otherwise. because suddenly then, she wasn't the funny just mean girl you wanted to become an LI, she became a full-on racist, classist, misogynist bitch who didn't care that her rival was sexually harassed. in my opinion, to deny her these traits is to misread queen b and misread poppy's character.

reiterating: poppy is a racist, classist, misogynist bitch who didn't care that her rival was sexually harassed, and in the context of queen b, it makes perfect sense. queen b is satire. you are not supposed to blindly root for poppy or for MC who is "taking her down" (more on the latter later). it's set in an university, a historically exclusionary institution that for the longest time has dictated what ontology is, often to the benefit of the (white, european) ruling class. belvoire itself is a mockery of universities, where majority of the people who attend are rich, where they form alliances between themselves to get ahead in life more than they already are, where they hold each to such disgustingly weird standards to protect their own status quo. these old money families and these institutions are racist, they are classist, and they are threatened by anyone who doesn't wholly fit the ideal image of who should be a member. that is why MC and zoey are ostracized by the rest of belvoire - they're new money, their blood isn't blue enough, and in zoey's case, it's no doubt it's partially because she's Black.

poppy exemplifies being raised in these institutions and blue blooded families. she is old money, she is racist and classist towards anyone beneath her, she only cares for people as a means to her end, she is a misogynist who doesn't care that her rival was sexually harassed, and she holds everyone impossible standards of beauty, even herself. she's blonde and blondness has long been associated with wealth and the upper class, which hasn't exactly been a very open group of people. these are neutral statements; i am simply describing how she is in-canon. these institutions allow for people like her to come into being and into power, and to deny her those traits and demand that her bacchanalia plot with zoey be removed so you can continue fantasizing about her in peace is to miss the point of queen b, as queen b is fundamentally criticizing people like her.

in the latest choices secrets: revealed, chelsa stated that she never intended for poppy to be an LI because then she would have to be redeemed, and she simply isn't a character where that seems plausible:

and i agree. if you want to romance someone like poppy, or whatever picture in people's minds were of poppy, characters like becca davenport are right there. queen b isn't the place for it because of the book's satirical nature. i think that getting mad (if there are any people who got mad) that poppy isn't a "true" LI is to not give justice to the vision that chelsa, a Black woman, had for the book.

now, do i personally think stanning poppy is bad, or that poppy is a terrible person? well, poppy already is a terrible person. again, a neutral statement. however, i find her a good character in which she was used by the writers to exemplify everything wrong in archaic institutions - she serves her function well as that. it's similar to how i think miranda priestly from the devil wears prada is a good character in which she embodies everything wrong in the fashion industry and how it holds women to impossible standards and pits them against each other; she is terrible, and that is the point. you are meant to appreciate and know that she is terrible without stripping those features of her character away. you are not supposed to be upset that anne hathaway left her terrible boss behind, you are supposed to be happy that she stopped stripping away and molding herself into an image that conformed to a fucked up, exclusionary image of womanhood and fashion. that a lot of people seem to miss this point and just view the devil wears prada and queen b (and mean girls!) as "yass girlboss slay" stories is concerning to me. big win for capitalist feminism and i hate it.

related here is the queen b MC and how she is postured as someone who will "take poppy down". one thing i liked is that in the book 1 finale (at least how it turned out for me), MC is framed as someone just as bad as poppy, and this makes sense. no matter if you played her as a good girl or a bad girl, she is still someone who works within the institution, playing the rules of the game, and someone who upholds the legitimacy and power of the institution. a ruler is still a ruler and being queen still means that you hold a significant amount of unbalanced power over others. you still maintain the status quo, which is an inherently exclusionary one. nothing fundamentally changes; the only difference is who's on top, and that's a very shallow way to make progress, if any.

another related topic is how queen b is actually pretty good in showing how living in and being raised in these institutions is to the detriment of those in it, which also criticizes the very nature of the institution of the family. i think it also does well in stories like veil of secrets and crimes of passion 2 where archaic old money families serve as antagonists. but that's for another time lol.

tl;dr uwu-ifying poppy is to miss the point.

[lab-trash]

Kaz was meant to be a hero.

When Kaz wasn't able to be a superhero, he became one of the people who saved the people.

When Kaz learned that he was going to be a villain instead of a hero? He was going to shoot himself into a black hole.

Once Kaz became a hero? He risked his life to find his best friend's mother— the strongest villain in the universe.

After they caught her, he learned that more heroes, his best and arguably only friends died, he reached out to fucking Davenport Industries.

He became so proficient in his powers because being a hero is what he's meant to do.

Kaz, like so many heroes before him (read: Chase, Skylar, Spin, Leo, etc.) went out on his own for the greater good, no matter how risky it was. It's a rite of passage for the job.

Kaz is meant to be a hero. That's why he never fit in great with normos. That's why he's so comfortable at Mighty Med. That's why he risks his life when he might need to.