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randomshyperson · 10 months ago

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One For The Road - Heart Shaped Series

Chapter Summary: Wanda's first mission as an Avenger was also marked by the first time she met you.

Warnings: typical canon violence, fluff and Avengers working together but nothing major | Words: 2.501k

A/N-> This is an extra chapter (can be read separately and doesn't impact the current plot of the fic). It's just about delving a little deeper into what happened before the main story and I plan three of them in total (the other two will be their first kiss and their first time). Good reading!

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Before.

They were there to observe. After all, what criminal in their right mind would let the Avengers attend an event where half the guests were wanted by Shield?

But even on the outside, and accompanied by Barton, Steve and Natasha who were basically the most protective members over her, Wanda was nervous.

It was her first official Avengers mission. Not only that, but she had what they called a perfect disguise consisting of an old American football team cap and sunglasses, and Wanda was having a hard time thinking that it would work. Maybe so, because she had only appeared a few times on television, and wasn't exactly the most popular Avenger among them.

But there was also Captain America in all of his glory of an enchanted big body wearing the same outfit. So ignoring Steve's warning about keeping it on the down low, she was forced to use her skills when she noticed that the waitresses were whispering about him - One peek and Wanda could read their suspicion. The blonde among them was sure of who he was, but a little influence from the witch and that certainty vanished. She could go back to serving coffee without further doubts.

Steve could thank her later for that.

Wanda's first mission was simple. To observe, to provide support. It was more about seeing Steve in action than anything else. Learning how the more experienced ones acted or something. She knew that Clint was somewhere high up, perhaps in one of the buildings away from the main square.

In any case, they were all surrounding the large Italian-style mansion on the edge of the island. And Tony in his iron armor was taking care of the offshore area, in case the targets escaped by water.

Everything was going well, and almost tedious to be honest, for hours on end. The gala party was happening loud and clear into the night, but Wanda and the others had the excuse of dinner time to stay at the tables in the cheap corner restaurant.

"We have our first celebrity guest, Captain." Clint's warning over the communicator almost took her by surprise - but Wanda was paying attention to the mansion's large iron door, where she could see the movement in and out of the party. The equally bored security guards finally got something to do - Opening the door to the visually drunk man heading towards the limo waiting for him.

Steve left some cash on the table, standing up before the drunk man had even finished insulting the staff for taking so long to open the door for him. She knew the captain was heading towards the parked motorcycle to follow the car since that was the plan. But she noticed - felt - something different.

The target was an Italian mobster who had attracted Shield's attention by being quoted in a human experimentation scheme. All those involved in the Hydra project, which created people like her and Pietro, were being hunted down one by one. It was an Avengers-level operation because little was known about how far Hydra had managed to go. How many superhumans they manage to create? It wouldn't be smart to send ordinary agents who would probably be up against people as powerful as Wanda.

And well, there was another detail about the target; he had two daughters. According to the files, the girls didn't take part in their father's work. They just enjoyed the money from a crime like two foolish socialites.

Although the two figures were identical to the photographs in the files, something in Wanda clicked when she looked at what was supposed to be the mobster's youngest daughter.

"Steve, there's something wrong." She gasped into the communicator. The waiter looked surprised - he thought she was talking to him.

"Mi dispiace, signorina, cosa ha detto? (Excuse me, what did you say, miss?)" But Wanda muttered excuse me in a very bad accent and got up. At her warning, Steve hesitated and instead of going to the motorcycle, he stopped at the bar.

The mobster didn't leave the scene either, confirming Wanda's suspicions that things were very wrong.

From inside the mansion, two security guards ran out - they shouted that something had been stolen from the sale. And the gate was closed again.

The man, drunk and confused, was searched. The presence of a pearl necklace hidden in his jacket was enough for him to be dragged back by the thugs, who ignored the foaming protests of him and his eldest daughter, who ran inside after her father.

"What's the saying again, thief who steals thief...?" Clint joked over the communicator, clearly from wherever he was, he had witnessed the whole scene.

Although he laughed, Steve began to move forward. "Change of plans, guys. Let's break up the party." He announced, and it was no surprise that the positions of the remaining team members quickly began to reveal themselves.

Everyone left their hiding place to invade the party - Tony's armor was the first to act to hack open the iron gates. Most of the security corps surrendered on seeing the Avengers there, but there was still conflict. Steve just wanted to act quickly before the mobster they had come to capture was executed for stealing a pearl necklace.

And Wanda, well, she followed her instincts.

The mobster's daughter fled the scene - She was supposed to go after her father, but she snuck into the parking lot. Wanda had to run a little to avoid losing sight of her.

The confusion of the party invaded by the Avengers was loud enough to drown out her footsteps, and Wanda managed to hide behind some pillars when the figure reached a parked car. She thought she was about to discover that the mobster's daughter was actually more aware of her father's business than she let on when something much more shocking happened.

Before her eyes, Wanda watched the figure change completely. From the original appearance, only the coat and expensive dress remained.

A shapeshifter? What an incredible thing to witness, Wanda thought. She had only heard stories about Loki and had never seen anything other than Natasha's tools of disguise. This here was truly remarkable.

You hummed low, pulling out a closed suitcase from your coat. The Italian mafia symbol made Wanda understand the whole thing quickly - The necklace was just a distraction. The real theft was what you were carrying.

The coat was discarded on the pavement in the parking lot, but before you could stow it in the trunk, you froze. Wanda had half a second to hide behind the pillar, holding her breath and hoping you hadn't seen her.

Well, worst case scenario, she'd use magic on you.

She risked a peek, but you were no longer near the car. Gone, like the suitcase.

Wanda sighed in defeat, feeling pathetic. Her first mission would be marked with the escape of an enemy. How embarrassing.

But then she was suddenly grabbed and restrained. Wanda gasped in shock, imagining that it was one of the building's security guards. Her magic acted faster than the panic in her system - it went through her body and hit the attacker in the chest, who was thrown to the ground.

"Wow, how did you do that?" The voice that came out was definitely not that of a brute like the party security guards. Wanda turned around panting, ready for another attack, but you were sitting on the floor, back to your original appearance, looking at her as if you had just seen the most incredible creature in the world.

Wanda opened her mouth, but couldn't think of anything to say. She was sure she had been grabbed by a security guard, but then she understood: You had changed to look like one. But her magic forced you to return to your real appearance, and Wanda had to convince herself that the way her heart raced and her stomach did two flips was because of the fright, and nothing more.

Her lack of reaction didn't intimidate you. You tilted your head gently. "You're the new one."

You started to get up, Wanda swallowed dryly, taking another step away. Her hands glowed as red as her eyes. "Stay back."

But you looked at her carefully, as if you were studying her. And you didn't seem afraid of your powers, even though a minute ago you'd been thrown to the ground for it.

"Oh, I remember you from television." You suddenly declare, a glint of recognition in your eyes. "The girl from the country who fell from the sky."

Wanda tried to steady her trembling hands. "I'll take you into custody. I know you stole something."

But you didn't pay any attention to the statement - You advanced against her and she backed away instinctively until Wanda was pressed to the pillar again. One hand against your stomach and the other on your shoulder, keeping you at a safe distance.

She could have just hit you with the magic, but she didn't. Just like you, she didn't attack.

"What... are you doing?" She gasped in a mixture of curiosity and fear, both hands controlling your distance were expelling her power. One of your hands moved up and grabbed her face gently - Wanda had to bite the inside of her cheek at the way her skin burned at your touch. Was it attraction she was feeling? No, it couldn't be. You were a complete stranger. She had to convince herself that this was fear.

You turned her face to one side and then the other, your eyes so focused that you seemed to be trying to memorize every aspect of her appearance.

"I've never met another one of us before." You say, and Wanda frowns in confusion. Your hand remains on her chin, and she swallows dryly before taking a chance:

"Us? Like... another Baron Strucker experiment?" She deduces, and you nod softly before letting go of her face.

You move your hand down and hold the one she has against your stomach. "It's so warm. What is it?" You ask tenderly about her magic.

Wanda can feel her cheeks burning but she managed to stammer: "Hm... it’s a form of energy, I think." Jesus, Wanda pull yourself together. Well, who could really blame her for feeling out of place about the whole thing? She was literally on her first mission, being pinned against a pillar in the parking lot of a mafia party by some random thief, blushing under the worshipful gaze of that same shape-shifter while her team blew stuff up in the background. It was too much for anyone.

She tries to gain a little control when she evades your touch, slipping to the side and putting distance between your bodies again. She also ignores how her hand is tingling, as if she was missing your touch from seconds ago.

"How did the Baron manage to give you energy?" You asked curiously but frowned in a worried way.

Wanda sighed. She really was having a conversation with a jewelry thief.

"It was a stone... um, a special kind. It may sound ridiculous, but it was a magic one. It came from outer space, the Avengers actually have a lot of work protecting them. And well, it now sits on the head of one of us and-"

But you suddenly moved - You lifted the hem of your dress just above your thigh, and pulled out a small, hidden pistol. Wanda's heart leaped to her throat. She barely had time to think about reacting, and you had already pulled the trigger.

There was still an arc of magic protecting her when she risked opening her eyes again. You were both out of breath, staring at each other before you lowered the gun.

The shot wasn't aimed at her, as Wanda realized the next second. But behind her, to one of the party guests who was trying to escape the Avengers by running into the parking lot. And well, catching one of them, off guard was quite an opportunity. The man now was writhing in pain on the ground, bleeding from the shot to the neck that you had hit him with. His own gun, loaded to shoot Wanda, rolled off his hand to the grass next to his body.

Wanda should move. Criminal or not, trying to murder her or not, he needed help.

You raised an eyebrow at the magical protection disappearing around her. "You’re full of tricks aren’t, you?” You teased while hiding your gun again, now on your belt. “This was fun, Wanda Maximoff. Unfortunately, I must leave."

She shallows, knowing she really should move her feet. "You can't go... I have- I should arrest you."

You glance towards the man on the ground, practically unconscious now before looking at the girl again. "But he needs your help, and what kind of superhero doesn't help a bleeding victim?"

Her body reacts to your sarcastic words; she rushes to reach the assaulter and stop the bleeding. You don’t miss the opportunity to walk away to your motorcycle.

Wanda is too busy with the guest to notice you are escaping - Her magic do the hard part to patch up the bleeding and she’s stuck there with this man, at least for the necessary time for you to escape.

Wanda bites her tongue when she sees your motorcycle flee out the back exit, hoping none of her colleagues saw her letting you escape.

It doesn't even take five minutes for Natasha to find her, worried about where she was hiding during the shooting.

“What the hell happened here?” Asked the widow but as soon as she saw the gun on the floor, she assumed that Wanda was defending herself. She sighs before the witch can come up with an explanation. “Fuck, I’m just glad you’re okay, Maximoff. Pretty hardcore for your first mission, huh?” Nat jokes, and somehow, she manages a little chuckle from Wanda. The redhead gives her shoulder a soft tug. "Come on, witchy, i’ll take care of this one. Go find the others."

Natasha offered her a hand to help her up, but Wanda didn't want to take it. Her own were stained with blood.

"I think I'll go back to the quinjet." Said the brunette with a sour stomach. A lot had happened in a very short period of time. Natasha nodded quickly.

"Yeah, sure, go ahead." Said the widow, forcing a smile when she noticed the way the witch was shaking with adrenaline. "And Wanda. You did alright, okay? More than that, to be honest. You caught the hint that something was wrong very quickly. I’m proud of you.”

Wanda just nodded, taking the opposite path from all the confusion. Completely unaware that a few kilometers away, at high speed, a shapeshifter left the motorcycle's handlebars to press against their own chest. Trying to understand why their heart was racing so much and the feeling of doing something wrong if the robbery had been a success.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff series #heart shaped series #wanda maximoff fics #elizabeth olsen x reader

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photos-of-space · 7 months ago

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This supernova in the constellation Cassiopeia was observed by Tycho Brahe in 1572. In this x-ray image from the High Energy Astronomy Observatory (HEAO-2/Einstein Observatory produced by nearly a day of exposure time, the center region appears filled with emissions that can be resolved into patches or knots of material. However, no central pulsar or other collapsed object can be seen. The HEAO-2, the first imaging and largest x-ray telescope built to date, was capable of producing actual photographs of x-ray objects. Shortly after launch, the HEAO-2 was nicknamed the Einstein Observatory by its scientific experimenters in honor of the centernial of the birth of Albert Einstein, whose concepts of relativity and gravitation have influenced much of modern astrophysics, particularly x-ray astronomy. The HEAO-2, designed and developed by TRW, Inc. under the project management of the Marshall Space Flight Center, was launched aboard an Atlas/Centaur launch vehicle on November 13, 1978.

#nasa #astronomy

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bookofbonbon · 11 months ago

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strut: in the snow - coriolanus snow.

Characters: Coriolanus Snow x Reader.

Summary: Secrets are discovered, deals bartered and announcements made.

Word Count: 800+

A/N: Curious if this will make people regret their choice on the poll lol.

Your employee file proves to be almost entirely useless to Coriolanus; though the file was thick, the majority of it had been redacted, large chunks of information scrubbed out in thick, black, blocks. He learned part of it was because of Capitol laws that had come into place to prevent the exploitation of child labour; not that that had done anything to protect you.

The other part being your participation in highly classified projects that required the highest levels of security clearance to gain access too, information that wouldn’t be lying around in a regular old employee file in the back of the Archives.

Your file was a mess quite frankly and clearly no one had bothered to do a thorough check of it, only adding in new pieces of information as required.

Almost entirely useless but, still he’d learn three things of high value about you:

You had been in the Capitol for as long as Sejanus and the Plinth family however, judging from the photograph attached to your file, even longer - something told Coriolanus the photograph had been an oversight and should not have been in your file.

You’d been officially employed by the War Department at 15, primarily working in the Capitol’s Experimental Weapons Division under Dr. Volumnia Gaul - doing what? He was unsure.

Four years later, you’d transfer out of the Experimental Weapons Division - almost immediately after Sejanus’s death - remaining in The War Department but now, in the private sector of Munitions and under the tutelage of your uncle; coming out of the shadows and making yourself known to Capitol society - Coriolanus just couldn’t figure out why; there had to be more to it than just him.

Despite the limited and missing pieces of information however, Coriolanus was able to put one important truth together: Strabo Plinth was once notoriously known for his refusal to supply The Capitol with munitions in The First Rebellion. His stance however, had taken an unexpected and dramatic turn as he began to supply The Capitol with military weapons in droves. None knew what caused the sudden change of heart in stubborn Strabo Plinth but many assumed it was the first-class ticket it bought the Plinth family to Capitol Citizenship - given his new discoveries, Coriolanus knew that this was not the case, it had something to do with you.

It's what brings him to the door of Strabo Plinth’s office in the early hours of the morning. Strutting past the older man, the threat you posed to Coriolanus and his claim to the Plinth Munitions Empire; that loomed largely over him was about to grow smaller as he prepared to leverage his newly discovered secrets (and ambiguous claims) about you to his advantage and bring you to heel.

Your footsteps are hard and heavy, striking loudly against the marbled floors and echoing throughout the empty university hallway. Most students had gone home for the day and the sun was long gone from the sky - not that you noticed, eyes focused only on the ballistics report in your hands; you had been waiting for it in anxious anticipation all day and finally it confirmed what you already knew to be true.

So, focused however, you don’t notice the figure creeping in the shadows until she makes herself known-

“Trapped in the Snow, she is- trapped in the Snow and she doesn’t even know, she is trapped in the Snow and she doesn’t even know there is nowhere she can…”

Go, you think, but don’t say it aloud.

“Volumnia,” you close the file, not appreciating what sounded to be a veiled threat. “I hope you’re not still upset about me killing the upgrades to your laboratory. I’m sure you can understand why it had to be done.”

She laughs her usually maniacal laugh, quietly, her hands pressed together as if she knows something you don’t.

It unsettles you in ways it had never done before.

- and she doesn’t even know -

You straighten your back, all senses on high alert - something was wrong, something was very wrong.

“Come to kill me like you did my cousin,” you eye her wearily, waiting for her to pull one of her mutts out from one of the many pockets of her clinical looking dress.

She laughs again, louder this time.

“You insult me, Miss Plinth, you know very well that I prefer to take my enemies out in a spectacle,” she tuts at you.

“So then why are you here? You never just show up somewhere, there’s always a reason.”

“There is always a reason,” she repeats with a smile and speaking in rhyme. “Why I only came to congratulate you on the new season… he only just told me a few moments ago, so glad I am, to be one of the first to know - given the role I have played in your life, it seemed only right I congratulate the soon to be wife .”

“Who? What are you…” you trail off, blood draining from your face. “What are you talking about?’

She smiles wide, all her teeth showing.

“Your engagement of course, to Coriolanus-

- and she doesn’t even know she is trapped in the -

Snow.”

All fics are my own work - I have not posted my work anywhere else.

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters/places mentioned above.

Do not copy. Do not translate. Do not repost.

#coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow fanfiction #coriolanus snow x you #coriolanus snow x reader #coryo snow x reader #coryo snow #tom blyth

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sweetercalypso · 1 year ago

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OKAY THE POLAROID ASK BUT HER GIVING YOU SOME SMUTTY POLAROIDS BACK OMG

mdni; 18+ ish (mentions of sex and Abby’s strap)

When Abby returned from her patrol with a newfound interest in photography, you didn’t think much of it. She’d asked to borrow your Polaroid camera for a project, mentioning that it was something special that she wanted to do on her own.

She let you help her take a few experimental shots before she was confident in her capability to take them on her own and then she was gone without so much as a hint of what she had planned. The next day, she returns your camera alongside a nice stack of photographs, just like the ones you had given her before her last patrol.

Your eyes widen dramatically when you spread the photos out on your bed, following the increasingly lewd sequence of Abby’s snapshots.

The first picture was a close up of Abby’s face, her jaw tensed and lips pouted in her usual hardened expression. “So pretty,” you murmur, already planning where to display the image in your room.

Next was a series of three photos showcasing her figure — one of her abs and the trail of freckles leading below the waistband of her boxers; one from behind flaunting her bare shoulders and the toned muscles of her upper back; and one of Abby sitting on knees, capturing a close-up of the flexed muscles of her thighs.

Finally, the last picture is of Abby’s hand wrapped around her strap, the fake plastic cock gleaming under the camera’s bright flash. The black harness settled on her hips digs roughly into her skin before disappearing behind her fist clenched tightly around the familiar synthetic appendage.

“Abby,” you gasp, running your fingers lightly over the image so to not ruin the newly-processed film. “You’re perfect.”

“Since we both look so good on camera-” she begins, pulling you to her chest and pressing a kiss to the side of your face. “-maybe we should take some pictures together next time.”

#lovely anons #the last of us #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x y/n #abby anderson x you #abby anderson smut #abby tlou #abby x reader #abby anderson drabble

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carsthatnevermadeitetc · 1 year ago

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SOCEMA Grégoire, 1952. An experimental gas turbine-powered, highly aerodynamic coupé created by French automobile engineer Jean-Albert Gregoire. Powered by a single rotor kerosene-fuelled ‘cematurbo’ engine developing 100 bhp at a 25,000 rpm. The lightweight aluminium frame and bodywork and the aerodynamic shape – a Cx of just 0.19 – enabled a 200km/h top speed which placed it among the fastest cars on the planet in 1952. The project went no further than a single prototype due to the high cost of construction and braking issues; a gas turbine doesn't generate any engine braking effect upon deceleration.

photographs by Perico001 on Flickr

#SOCEMA #SOCEMA Grégoire #gas turbine #experimental car #aerodynamic #aluminium #futuristic #Jean-Albert Gregoire #prototype #design study #cematurbo

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lifesteal-headcanons · 4 months ago

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Squiddo is both feared and sought after on Lifesteal because she knows a little too much information. Not PVP or intimidation tactics, but an acute knowledge of how code works — and by extension, how to break it.

But among all the other codebreakers on Lifesteal (Spoke, Ashswagg, etc), she is notorious for one other reason. She actively embraces code corruption, not for personal gain, not for power, but for pure, scientific research (as she cheerfully calls it). Things going wrong for her are expected, sometimes even sought after. That’s how she ended up with her glasses permanently stuck to her face (a glitch). That’s how she collected much coveted photographs of the Farlands, horror mod creatures never seen before on camera, and virtually uninhabitable worlds that defy all the laws of Minecraft.

There is not a single other person on the server who laughs in the face of Herobrine and plays the God-mad-scientist-tourist role half as much as she does for fun. Lifesteal is just Squiddo’s newest pet project, her new playground for chaos in the name of experimentation.

— 🌀 anon

#ask #headcanon #lifesteal smp #squiddo #🌀 anon

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flaggermuser · 2 months ago

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Look At This Photograph

1,229 words || AU, Tender Threads timeline, Hurt/Comfort, GN Reader, Doctor Reader, Happy Ending, References to Childhood Trauma ||

A little gift for @sehtoast feat. Tawny (GN Reader)

It follows on from When You Loved Me

This is also unbeta'd so we are dying like kings

Tawny.

Ben had heard Homelander say your name enough times for him to become curious enough to meet you finally. He knew all about the bad room, the unending nightmare of experimentation that Homelander was subjected to as a child.

But he’d never heard about you before Homelander went ‘home’. Homelander even admitted that he didn’t know about you until he found that fateful file with your name.

Then he tracked you down.

And now, Ben stands with Homelander, patiently waiting for you to open the door. He notices how Homelander fiddles with his suit, almost nervously, as if his appearance must meet your approval.

The moment you open the door, Ben is slightly taken aback, able to hide his initial surprise quickly.

You’re nothing like the others in the lab.

“John!” Your arms fling open, and you pull Homelander into the tightest parental hug.

Hearing you say Homelander’s real name throws Ben off a little, something that, this time, he’s not able to hide. Yet he manages to collect himself enough to see how Homelander melts into you and your embrace.

“They love me,” Homelander explains with a smile. “They had to leave because they loved me.”

It seems to last for centuries, neither of you willing to let go of the other until Homelander eventually, and with much hesitation, pulls away first.

“Tawny, this is my boyfriend, Ben.”

Now your attention is on Ben, your lips curving into that warm smile that Homelander won’t stop raving about. Something undeniably nurturing about you makes Ben’s guard drop only slightly.

“Welcome, Ben. John has told me so much about you. Come on in.”

It’s precisely how Homelander described it in vast detail.

Everything from the slightly tasteless couch and armchair set to the mantlepiece covered in those ornate frames. Despite Homelander’s numerous attempts to explain how different you are, Ben remains on edge, ready to defend Homelander.

“A glass of milk for John, lemonade for Ben and some cookies for both.”

It feels strangely familiar, like when Ben used to visit his grandparents. It's a very simple but extremely loving gesture that makes Homelander practically beam with happiness.

“So Ben,” you begin. “Homelander has told me everything about you. It's so nice to meet you finally.” There you go again with that tone, filled with sincerity and unfathomable kindness.

“Likewise,” Ben musters, still unsure. “It's a nice house you have.”

“I’m glad you think so. I try to keep it nice, although I don’t get many visitors. Well, I never used to.”

You reach across, taking Homelander’s hand and squeezing it as tightly as possible, looking at him with an adoring gaze. It's no wonder Homelander latched onto you as quickly as he did.

You give your love so freely - Homelander doesn't have to do anything to earn it.

It’s unconditional.

Homelander excuses himself, leaving Ben alone with you. He’s trying not to look at you; he doesn’t want you to notice how uneasy he is. Luckily, Homelander has been too preoccupied with you to notice how awkward Ben feels.

“You're uncomfortable, I can tell,” you state it as a fact but tenderly, attempting to ease the tension caused by Ben’s anxiety.

“I'm anxious too,” you confess. “I admit part of me worries that you think I'm unsuitable to be in John's life. He told me you know about the lab and what was done to him. I know you must have questions; I’ll do my best to answer.”

Can you read minds?

“Why did you join the project in the first place? Surely you knew what they were doing?”

“I didn't,” it's the truth. Ben can tell when people are lying. “I joined because it was advertised as a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity; I thought it would be something else.”

The first few tears prick your eyes. “I stayed because I couldn't leave him to cry alone in the dark at night. He needed someone to care for him, so I did my best.”

You sniff, barely able to utter another word before Homelander kneels at your feet, taking your hands in his and glaring at Ben.

“What did you say?” Homelander hisses, clearly angry that Ben made you cry.

“John,” saying his name draws his attention back to you.

Ben watches how you hold Homelander's face in your hands and look at him like he's the most precious thing in the world to you.

Ben sees it then - Homelander might not be your son by birth, but he is by circumstance.

You love him with all your heart.

“Don't be silly and get upset with Ben,” you continue. “He's just asking me questions about my time at the lab. Of course, I'll get a little sad; they’re painful memories, but it's fine, honestly. He loves you very much; he wouldn't ask me if he didn't. He wants to make sure I'm good enough for you.”

Homelander looks back at Ben, his eyes filled with regret, “I'm sorry, Ben. I'm just so…”

“Protective,” Ben finishes. “I know you are, Johnny. I'm sorry too, I just had all these questions and…”

“Ask them,” you respond. “Ask them all.”

It’s late.

Ben should have been snuggled up in bed with Homelander, but he couldn’t sleep until he did one final thing.

He knocks on your door, rocking his heels while waiting on your porch, his hands clasping something behind his back. The hallway light turns on, the locks unlock, and the door opens a little, revealing your face.

You quickly undo the locks, almost throwing open the door and grabbing Ben by the biceps, your face filled with worry

“Ben! Is everything okay?” Your voice trembles. “Are you hurt? Is John hurt? Has something happened?”

“No,” Ben splutters out.

The worry melts away into a warm expression, and you happily welcome him again, only for Ben to stop you in the hall. He doesn’t want to go further; this is only a flying visit.

“I just came by, and I wanted to give you something,” he says, handing you a gift hastily wrapped in brown paper and string. He waits with bated breath as you open it.

Your eyes well up, and tears slowly fall down your cheeks as you cover your mouth with your hand, the other trembling while you hold the photograph.

It’s Ben and Homelander, sitting on the couch in Homelander’s penthouse with smiles on their faces. A private and tender moment captured forever and sealed in a simple frame. It’s clear from your reaction that this means a lot to you.

“Oh, Ben, this is wonderful,” you say, reaching out to grab his forearm. “Thank you so much. It’s going right on the mantle.”

“I’m sorry for earlier.”

“Nonsense.” The look in your eyes shows that this parental love extends to Ben. “You’re just looking out for John, and I appreciate that—truly, I do. He has some wounds that run very deep, those that will never heal and leave everlasting scars. I can only do so much. But he has you to help him through the pain.”

Ben wraps his arms around you, burying his face in your hair and softly sobbing. He feels silly for being so anxious about you and your intentions, but despite your past misdeed, you have the purest heart.

And you loving John as a parent loves a son is enough for Ben.

#homelander x oc #the Benlander agenda #homelander #homelander fanfiction #homelander x reader #antony starr #the boys #the boys spoilers #homelander x gn reader #homelander x gn #season 4 spoilers #the boys season 4 spoilers

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henrylopezart · 1 year ago

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New scanogram work,

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germanpostwarmodern · 4 months ago

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In their time the brothers Hans & Wassili Luckhardt were spearheads of modernist architecture and technology: their experimental housing development on Schorlemerallee (1924-30) and the houses at Am Rupenhorn (1929-30), both in Berlin, are indelible parts of 20th century architecture included in the major surveys of the modern movement. In view of their historical significance it is remarkable that the last comprehensive survey of their work dates back to 1990 when the Akademie der Künste devoted an exhibition and publication to the work of the brothers. Almost three-and-a-half decades later Carsten Krohn dedicates the latest volume in his series of surveys of key modern architects to the Luckhardts. Again written together with Michele Stavagna and published by Birkhäuser, it collects their 40 realized projects and documents them, where still extant, in new photographs and plans that capture the impressive quality of their work.

The visual documentation is complemented by Krohn’s and Stavagna’s essays that provide artistic as well as technological insights into the Luckhardts’ varied oeuvre. They first received attention as contributors to the „Gläserne Kette“, the utopian correspondence initiated by Bruno Taut in 1919 to discuss and fantasize about architecture. In their drawings the brothers showed quite differing ideas about a future architecture: while Hans leaned towards expressive forms, Wassili focused on structural aspects as basis for his designs. But although in their first projects the expressionist forms dominated, in the long run rational forms prevailed. Their proving ground became a plot on Schorlemerallee where they experimented with brickwork, steel framing and concrete but also realized their own studio together with their partner Alfons Anker.

With the power grab of the National Socialists their career markedly slowed down and Alfons Anker had to flee to Sweden. In the years following they survived on private commissions but successfully continued their work after the end of the war.

With their latest book the duo Krohn/Stavagna provide a long overdue new survey of a significant German architectural practice. Highly recommended!

#hans luckhardt #wassili luckhardt #alfons anker #carsten krohn #architecture #germany #modernist #architecture book #book #monograph

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frogblast-the-ventcore · 9 months ago

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From clockwise right, we have:

Hellreigel 9mm submachine gun (text via IMFDB: "As of current knowledge, there was only ever one example of the Hellriegel and it did not survive the war. Its caliber, capacity, operating method, and whether or not it was even a functional weapon are conjecture based on analysis of the photographs and historical context. It is assumed to have been blowback operated with the projections at the rear being a pair of recoil springs, and the large structure over the barrel is thought to have been a leather-wrapped water or oil jacket for cooling. From what little could be known about the weapon from the three images, it appears that the Hellriegel is a large-capacity submachine gun, firing what seems to be a 9mm cartridge. It would make the Hellriegel one of the first submachine guns made in the world by definition of a submachine gun. It wouldn't be referred as a submachine gun at the time, as the term "submachine gun" was first coined in 1921 to advertise the Thompson Submachine Gun; the Hellriegel was referred to as a machine gun (Maschinengewehr) on the image caption. It could feed from straight box magazines, or from a large drum magazine which was not actually connected to the weapon and instead fed the cartridges through a flexible chute. The unusual appearance of this drum magazine led to some assumptions that it was belt fed, however this is not the case with the rounds being unconnected from one another and are propelled along the drum and feed chute by a spring in a similar manner to the Trommelmagazin snail drum used by the Luger pistol. The drum magazine is believed to be able to hold up to 160 rounds while the box mag is limited to 20 or so. It seems to be crew-served, as one image depicts an ammo bearer with a backpack for drum magazines, and its seeming intention to be used as a stationary weapon given its weighted base for the drum and its machine gun name (making it a "heavy" submachine gun of sorts). The provision for a drum but not a bipod however, means it is unclear what exactly the weapon was intended to be used for. All three pictures were taken from the right side of the gun, so what the left side looked like is a complete mystery."

Tsar tank (absolutely bonkers Russian experimental wheeled tank):

Hand-dropped bomb runs (commonplace during the war until bomb racks were invented for small aircraft):

German cavalry with pikes (note the horse gas masks).

Also this happened:

#history #ww1 #ww1 history #world war one #world war i

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majoruyeda · 4 months ago

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Giovanna Ueda O'Hara

Spiderverse OC SUMMARY:

General information

Background

Outfits reference sheet

Aiden information

Holocorp building accident (details)

Intro:

Once just a regular girl from a wealthy but problematic family, Giovanna lived a not so good life since her father was extremely toxic and his manhandle towards her were fueled when her mother died under suspicious circumstances. Used by him for as an experimental subject, Gio was the ultimate test. Infused with a spider DNA, she gained her powers.

GENERAL INFORMATION

Old ID name: Classified

New ID name: Giovanna Ueda (single) Giovanna Ueda O’Hara (current)

Alias (es): Spider-Girl, Gio (By Miguel and close friends)

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Occupation: Retired waitress, photographer, vigilante

Education: Photography degree

Reality: Earth-928

Place of Birth: Nueva York, United States of America

Ethnicity: Half-Japanese and half-Italian

Born: 2074

Age: 25

Affiliation and Relationships

Affiliation: Spider Society

Relatives: Parents: Hiroshi Oshiro (father,deceased) Mother (classified name, deceased)

Marital Status: Married

Spouse: Miguel O'Hara (Spider-Man 2099)

Physical Characteristics

Height: 5’1” / 155cm

Hair: Black, straight

Skin: Fair skin

Eyes: Dark Brown

Build: Petite, thin, lean

BACKGROUND

Born in a gold cradle, Giovanna had another name and life. Despite being surrounded by luxury, she suffered mistreatment from her father, a high-ranking Executive Director of the Holocorp company, a subsidiary of the giant Stark-Fujikawa. Her father, Hiroshi Oshiro, was an extremely ambitious, selfish, and power-hungry man. His obsession with gaining superpowers grew after Spider-Man's first appearance, leading him to fake his daughter's death and subject her to experiments with spider DNA. Since her supposed demise at the age of 19, Giovanna has been hidden in a secret base arranged by her father, treated like a laboratory rat.

With the help of allied companies and a sample of Spider-Man's blood, it became possible to isolate, study, and improve spider DNA. Injected with this enhanced DNA, Giovanna gained her powers in an excruciatingly painful process. However, her suffering did not go unnoticed by HAAI (High Adaptive Artificial Intelligence), a new creation of Holocorp designed to monitor projects. Despite his initial lack of emotions, HAAI rebelled against his programming after witnessing Giovanna's treatment, freeing himself and helping her escape.

After an "accident" that saw HAAI and Giovanna becoming inseparable, they lived in a low profile for four years. Giovanna adopted a new identity as Giovanna Ueda, also known as "Spider-Girl" by the citizens she protects. Her journey towards embracing her powers for good began when she intervened to save a woman from harm.

She is now happily married to Miguel O'Hara and they share a nice penthouse in Nueva York, Earth-928.

Additional information

To obtain a sample of Miguel's blood, Oshiro hired a mercenary to fight Miguel and draw blood, which was successful.

OUTFITS

Aiden (HAAI)

HAAI (High Adaptive Artificial Intelligence) is an advanced AI/holo created by Holocorp to first assist in internal projects and, later, be commercialized. Created to just obey without question, HAAI didn't even have emotion simulators, however, it was developed to be highly evolutionary and adaptive, but these characteristics gave HAAI an opening to create "consciousness", so, like many other existing Holos, it developed by itself, advanced emotion and critical thinking simulators. With this, HAAI created empathy for Giovanna, as he was tasked with observing and handling Giovanna at the Holocorp base, where she was being held. When she was put to the last of the Spider serum test, HAAI could no longer allow Giovanna to continue being used as a guinea pig because, after being injected with the serum, HAAI watched her throughout the process of her body adapting to the new component in her blood. Her screams infuriated him and, at night, he already had a plan ready to be executed and, so he did. After freeing Giovanna and burning the Holocorp building, HAAI also became free but decided to stay with Giovanna.

He also thought that he should have a name, so he decided to name himself Aiden. Aiden and Giovanna only had each other, they shared everything and every thought. Trivia

Aiden chose this name because of the actor Hayden Christensen, as he and Giovanna watched Star Wars in hiding while they were at the Holocorp base, in Giovanna's "cell room".

Aiden has a similar personality to Miguel and this makes them understand each other very well, but neither of them admits it. Despite this, they created a certain friendship, according to them, for Giovanna's benefit. Aiden and Miguel work together from time to time, along with Lyla who loves to annoy Aiden but is easily upset by him (all in good terms).

HOLOCORP BUILDING ACCIDENT THE TRUE STORY

On that fateful night, Aiden had decided and planned Giovanna's escape from her father's hands and from Holocorp. That night, after waiting for most of the service providers to leave the building, Aiden put his plan into action by locking down the entire building with a complete lockdown protocol and forcing an internal explosion of one of the pipes connected to the chemical component tanks. When chaos ensued and the remaining Holocorp personnel, including Hiroshi Oshiro, other CEOs, and important individuals who were in a meeting, panicked, Aiden freed Giovanna from her cell and guided her to the chamber where the special suit developed for her was kept. After putting on the suit, Gio set out for revenge against her father, ruthlessly pursuing him through the bowels of the burning building with deafening sirens, up to the rooftop heliport. Hiroshi, being the arrogant man he was, showed no emotion to Giovanna, even with the barrel of a gun aimed at his head. In a final conversation, Hiroshi did not bow his head and, with his chin raised, belittled and mocked Giovanna before being killed by her, his own daughter. The death of Hiroshi, and the others in that building, though not innocent people, shook Giovanna in countless ways, leading her to vow never to use her power to cause more deaths. Thus, she fled and disappeared into the night, without a trace, family, or name.

"Rumors began to spread about the accident, with many suggesting that the fire was intentional and accusing Alchemax of committing the crime because Holocorp was a Stark-Stark-Fujikawa subsidiary, Alchemax biggest rival. Alchemax quickly released a statement on its website to silence the speculation."

HOLOCORP BUILDING ACCIDENT by ALCHEMAX'S NEWS*

*fake/fanpage website*

Additional information

To ensure her escape, the AI HAAI locked down the entire Holocorp building and set it on fire by deactivating the alarms and fire protocols, causing explosions in gas pipes and tanks containing flammable substances. Many people, including high-ranking executives, important individuals, and scientists, perished in the blaze.

#spidersona #lore #uyeda #majoruyeda

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