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holderoftheg-r-a-i-l · 6 months ago

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giant mechs hc dump under the cut. some are silly, and some are. very sad.

- some times someone will ask Ivy a question and instead of her voice they get a text-to-speech voice because the info is from a data download instead of her reading it

- Jonny sleeps with a weighted blanket. if he is sleeping in the same bed with someone, they will usually roll him up in the weighted blanket because if they do not, they will get kicked in the face from his flailing

- Marius spends a lot of time in the cockpit with Brian. Partially because he's fascinated with the control panels (he only knows what a few of the buttons do) but also because Brian tends to hum while he drives and it's calming.

- Raph keeps a catelogue of plants & substances from every system they visit. Ivy helps her categorize them. when they leave a system often the two of them can be exclusively found in the labs or library for several days as they sort & label plants, drugs, ect

- Tim has spent a lot of time studying whatever notes he can cipher out of Dr Carmilla's works. he spends a lot of time tinkering to try to create more mechanisms. he blames himself for Berties death since he convinced him to enlist, and even though bertie is long dead he still wants to learn to build a Mechanism, just to prove to himself he could have saved him if he had time

- Marius absolutely will hand someone his arm if they ask for a "hand" with something. this has ended in him getting shot more than once

- Jonny enjoys laying his head on Brian and listening to his heart beat, imagining it's his own. He has sworn Brian to secrecy (everyone already knows)

- occasionally ivy's brain will crash and she has to reboot. originally this freaked out the others but they're used to it. they will fuck with her while she's out of it. once a reboot took several hours and she woke up and every inch of her face was covered in stickers

- in order from best cooks to worst- ivy, Nastya, Marius, Raphealla, TS, Brian, Jonny, ashes, Tim.

- ashes & Tim are both natural heaters and are usually in the middle of a cuddle pile on colder planets

- Brian doesn't technically need to breathe and enjoys walking on the bottom of deep bodies of water to see the creatures below. he does have to make sure he gets all of the salt water off so he doesn't rust tho

- no one is letting the toy soldier back into the aurora, it just exists where it believes it should (because it's needed, narratively important, or because it believes it will be funny). only aurora knows this, the others believe they keep accidentally letting it back in. this also means toy solider is *incredibly* good at startling others by just appearing in corners or behind doors.

- Jonny is missing the finger prints on one of his fingers from a bar fight, where he narrowly missed losing the whole finger.

- Tim has some knee damage from living in the tunnels during the moon war and while the mechnaizing has helped some, occasionally uses a cane

- Ashes has nerve damage in thier lower limbs from the flame damage

- Marius sometimes gets phantom pains from his missing arm

- somwtimes Brian turns all of his sensors up because he forgets what feeling actually alive feels like. his processor has limited ability to process things like warmth or pain so they just feel like echos of the real thing. he gets jealous sometimes of the others. everyone else can *feel* thier hugs. he's even jealous of TS. it can't feel like him, but it also doesn't remember what it felt like before. he's even jealous of the others feeling pain because at least it's more than just dull flashes that thier brain attempts to imitate as feeling

- ashes is Brian's favorite to touch/hug/cuddle with purely because they run hotter so it's easier for his sensors to pick up the temperature difference (so it feels the closest to hugging did before mechanizing)

- Brian hates the zero grav zones on the aurora & avoids them if at all possible because they remind him of his time before mechanizing (aurora knows this and will shuffle corridors around if she knows where he is going to avoid low grav areas)

- sometimes Tim will just. turn off the sensors in his eyes for a bit. usually when he's over stimulated. sometimes when he's tinkering on something he knows well and someone keeps bothering him. sometimes it's because someone keeps trying to get his attention and "sorry I didn't see you my eyes were off" is hilarious

#the mechanisms #the mechs #drumbot brian #jonny d'ville #ashes o'reilly #ivy alexandria #marius von raum #toy soldier #raphaella la cognizi #gunpowder tim #nastya rasputina

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suzukiblu · 1 year ago

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Another excerpt from the one where Clark panic-adopts his teenage clones (yes, including the supervillain one).

Previously-posted excerpts: one | two

Thirteen is in a cell in the basement, to Match's entire lack of surprise–that's standard procedure, with his class of prisoner. There are no guards on the floor, but Thirteen is currently suspended in an anti-grav field in the center of the room.

No way to use his TTK on anything but himself, then.

That's not as secure a containment procedure as the Agenda thinks it is.

Match should inform them of that. And he will inform them of that.

Eventually.

"Superman," Match says as he inspects the room for a power source or some manner of off switch for the field. Thirteen says nothing, because he's unconscious. Sedated, presumably, which is also standard procedure with his class of prisoner.

That would explain the lack of guards despite Thirteen's recorded tendency to escape, Match supposes. Though there'll be someone watching the cameras either way, of course, so they don't have long before someone shows up.

The reinforced door on the other side of the room tears off its hinges and reveals Superman standing behind it. His eyes are blazingly red. There's crumpled metal twisted up in his hands.

"I found the other experiments," he says.

"Were they viable?" Match asks.

"No," Superman says, very darkly. Match wonders if that means Superman killed them, or if that means they were already dead. It's not really something he's going to think too much about either way.

He has a lot of dead brothers, after all. Some of them he killed himself.

Assuming that he uses Thirteen's definition of what a "brother" is, anyway.

They have a lot of dead brothers from Cadmus, too.

Or at least twelve of them, anyway.

Superman strides forward into the room, staring up at Thirteen's suspended form. Match inspects the power source he's found.

"I think I can disable the anti-grav," he says. "I don't see any traps or failsafes, at least."

"Then disable it," Superman says. He's still just looking at Thirteen.

He's only ever looked at Thirteen.

Match wonders what might've happened if he'd just pretended to be Thirteen after all, and never told Superman anything about this lab. It's a stupid thing to wonder, though.

He already knows Superman doesn't even like Thirteen, whether he looks at him or not. There's no reason he'd like Match any better.

Even if he is a better experiment.

Match disassembles the power source with a quick burst of TTK and the field deactivates. Thirteen falls out of the air. Superman catches him in his arms.

Match wonders why he bothered. It's not like the fall would've injured Thirteen. He's not even conscious enough to have noticed the impact.

"Ngh," Thirteen says, his eyelashes fluttering restlessly.

. . . alright, maybe he would've noticed the impact.

Still, though.

"You're safe, Kon," Superman tells Thirteen quietly. "I've got you."

"Ngh," Thirteen repeats, and then just sinks back into unconsciousness and goes completely limp in Superman's arms. There is no trace of wariness or fear or anything but absolute faith in those words in any part of him.

Match cannot even imagine ever having a similar interaction with another sentient being.

He feels . . . odd, he thinks, hearing Superman say "Kon". He knows it's one of Thirteen's preferred aliases, of course–he's heard the various members of Young Justice all use it more than once, usually by unknowingly calling him by it. It's not a secret or anything.

He's never heard Superman use it before, though.

#dc match #kon el #clark kent #superboy #superman #superfamily #rinfic #wip: clark panic-adopts his teenage clones

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fnaffreak3478 · 6 months ago

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Here me out on this,

It implies in Game, riley can drive sorta. Now all I can see her instead of going out to kidnapped host or new lab rats she has to Uber everyone everywhere:

Nick to whatever craft store is near by

Daisy to any where cuase you know she dose most of the basic buying (home girl needs to grav her groceries)

Dear old morty to pay bills (host wallets are the first thing they gotta go for)

The Scouts, big red, any of the other experiments to random fields so she can get out the zoomies

Scout prime to chaos anywhere

And rosco to dog park

But this was today's episode of riley can't catch a break

We just love to watch the crazy batch to suffer

Very late to answering asks because I've just been very exhausted and burn out lately and needed a break

I missed drawing these idiots

#hello puppets #hello puppets midnightshow #hello puppets fanart #mortimer's handeemen #hello puppets riley ruckus #riley ruckus #hello puppets nick nack #nick nack #hello puppets oc #hello puppets daisy danger #daisy danger #hello puppets BIG RED #mylo pillar #hello puppets mylo pillar #hello puppets alice mischief #hello puppets chomper stitch #hello puppets scout

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spiderwing-nightman · 6 months ago

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This episode did such a good job on the twists that make your stomach drop. Like your first impression of star labs is so fun and good and with an anti-grav machine but then you see the "the problem with superman" sign. Then you have "earth IS for earthlings," which you know was coming because that's the point, but it still hits so hard because we see Clark's face (ray of sunshine Clark who looks GUILTY of all things). Then you have Lex there right after the fight where Superman defended the Lanes with a crowd next to him only to be immediately hit with Lex thanking Jimmy (by the way I did not expect Jimmy to experience the consequences of his actions this quickly). Anyway, all this to say that this ep does what I love about this show (pack so much into 20 minutes without feeling rushed)

#my adventures with superman

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straightedgestoner420 · 4 months ago

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Grav Labs Helix hammer pipe.

#cannabis #weedlife #420culture #420daily #cannabiscommunity #420life #mmemberville #smoke weed everyday #glass #glass art #glass bong

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atonalginger · 2 months ago

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WIP Wednesday

Oh hey it's Wednesday and I've got some snippets. I've been sharing...maybe oversharing? So there is a possibility some of you have seen some of this and for that I'm sorry and not sorry. LOL I've got a few plates spinning and one I'm going to do my best to keep quiet as I get it really spinning because it's using Shattered Space storybeats and that's still pretty dang fresh so I'm going to not share that a bunch....

But I also have some new stuff set in the Lyssa Shrike 'verse with early starborn!Sam and I can share that with ease.

Also I have a new chapter for my f04 fic that just went live on ao3. You can find the post for it by clicking here looking at my previous post on my blog 😅

anyway my WIP Wed snippet under the read more:

In the end Jacob ordered Lillian to get the hell out of his family’s home and watched Cora while Sam went out to the Empty Nest to grab the artifact. Jacob wasn’t told any of that, simply that Constellation had interest of something out in the frontier and needed Sam to look into it. He didn’t even ask to see the maps, the location burned into his memory after a half dozen trips through Unity. Just assured the old man he’d be back before sundown and gave Cora a big hug before heading off into the wild savanna for a shiny hunk of metal.

It was still strange to him that some of the artifacts always showed up in the same place. But only some. The one found in the NASA lab on Earth wasn’t all that surprising as it had to be there for the timeline to have grav drives. But then there was the one on Bindi that Barrett always located before his arrival. And the one on Vectera, where some unlucky dusty would find it and likely die trying to fight the pirates of the Crimson Fleet. Then there was the one on Akila and the one at the Nishina lab out in the outer starfield. He wondered the significance of those locations. Why Mars, where Aiza found his prize hundreds of years prior? Why Akila? Or the meager moons of Bindi and Vectera? Or Freya III? Why were they special?

Now that they were back at the Lodge Sam wanted to rest for a bit. He was still adjusting to the reality that he’d be in this universe for a while. He hadn’t planned on staying but then his cinnamon gumdrop caught him. He needed to stay for her, needed to give her structure, to help her keep the good thing she had going here at the Lodge. It was a lot to adjust to after jump after jump rushing to the end goal with a blind fervor. Wanting to get to the next universe, to get away from the reminders that Lila was out there, happy in the arms of some lucky Sam that wasn’t him.

The garden was quiet with most of the Lodge out on errands or jobs. Cora was in the library with another new book curled up on the couch. He leaned back in his chair, his hands behind his head with his adventurers hat sat low to block the sunlight shining through the glass ceiling. Just a quick rest before Sarah and Walter came back from their meeting at MAST and started barking fresh orders.

The doors to the library creaked open and a familiar voice called over to the hearth, “Hola mija! Que pasa?”

“Hey Uncle Gabi,” Cora called back, “I was just reading one of my new books. How’d your last job go?”

“Got a little livelier than planned,” Delgado chuckled, “found us a new member.”

“Oh yeah!” Cora said, “Hi, hi! I’m Cora Coe.”

There was a long pause before Delgado let out another laugh, more awkward than before, “This is Lyssa Shrike. She’s still a touch overwhelmed with it all. She’s the one who brought home the plate from Vectera.”

“Oh, right!” Cora was moving through the library now, the tension in the room trickling into the garden, forcing Sam to sit up, “Noel mentioned that when we got back from Akila. She said when the artifacts started doing that,” there was a pause, “that you got thrown and had to sleep it off.”

“Something like that,” the woman’s voice was stilted. She was fighting something back and Sam wasn’t sure if it was tears or rage. From where he sat it felt like it could go either way.

“Your dad nearby?” Delgado asked.

“He’s in the garden,” Cora voice grew closer as she spoke, “might be napping though. Akila was a tri-ip.”

“It always is when your grandfather is involved,” Delgado appeared in the doorway with Cora and stopped as she continued to join Sam at the table, “Noel said you found an artifact out in the frontier?”

“Yup,” Sam said while he fixed his hat. He saw apprehension in Delgado’s eyes before the explorer glanced over his shoulder and motioned for Lyssa to join them. The tension was growing thicker, making the hair on the back of his neck stand on end, “apparently one of Solomon’s old finds was home to one. Jacob would say I ruined the place by taking the artifact but—“

“That’s why we didn’t tell him where you were going,” Cora finished with a big grin.

“Exactly.” Sam winked at her.

Cora leaned in while Delgado whispered something at the newest member and got in his ear, “I think we have a problem.”

“What do you mean?” Sam tore his eyes off the door to look at his ward.

“Lyssa?” Cora nearly hissed the name as she stared at him with a ‘think’ look, “When I said my name her face dropped like I’d dropkicked her in the gut. And when I mentioned you were in the library something switched in her eyes. I don’t think the name is a coincidence.”

“She found the artifact on Vectera,” Sam whispered back, “shit.”

“Yes, shit,” Cora stood back up and put her grin back on, her voice still quiet, “I got your back.”

#starfield #sam coe #starfield fanfiction #the coemancer crew #atonalginger writes #wip wednesday #fanfic #starborn!sam

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deusvervewrites · 2 years ago

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Snippet Game: Engineered Solutions

“You’re here!” Mei grabs Izuku and Ochaco by the hands, dragging them into her lab. Or, her space in the lab. Same thing. “I’ve got you some sweet babies!” She grabs one of the top of the pile at random. “Behold, Baby O-12.27!”

By the 27th iteration of O-12, she has it completely ready. The baby is an improved version of Ochaco’s gauntlet, making it more flexible while streamlining the design to be less clunky while fitting in some actually useful tech.

“This bad boy’s got built in tether lines and grapples, gyroscopes, and some small thrusters here,” she points to the row of easy-to-miss openings along the side. “Perfect for maneuvering in no-grav! Oh, and the best part is that it conducts for you!”

Ochaco tilts her head.

“Like… electricity?” she says at the same time Izuku says, “For her Quirk! That’s brilliant!”

Mei’s face burns. “Thank you, I know! Wait until you see what I got for you!”

There’s no way Izuku won’t love the I-6. Only took her fifteen tries.

#asks #ask game #ask game series 13 #engineered solutions au

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fluffomatic · 2 years ago

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Comforting Master Spectra

Summary: Spectra has been unaccounted for all morning. Gus, being the worry wart he is, panics and goes to check on him. On a whim he remembers the perfect way to cheer up his Master. (WARNING! This is a TICKLE FIC! If that's not something you're interested in, keep scrolling)

Relationship: Gus Grav x Spectra Phantom

Characters: Spectra Phantom/Keith Fermin, Gus Grav, Helios (Briefly)

Word Count: 3889

3 Hours. Gus had been awake for three hours and there had been no sign of his master. Spectra was never one to sleep in. His entire life was his work, and he always put that above all else, even his health. Gus was never up before the other, so when he entered an empty lab, he was puzzled, to say the least. He figured Spectra must have left to go brawl with Dan Kuso, or maybe he needed some fresh air and was simply out on the ships balcony. As annoyed as he was that he wasn't informed of Spectra's plans, he began working as normal. Now, however, he was worried. Not to say he worried about Spectra often… Okay, that's not true. He worries about him a lot, but he can just talk himself out of it easily. This time is different. Even at the beginning of their partnership (could he call it a friendship now?) Spectra would still shoot him a text if he intended to stay out late without him. Gus still hasn't seen the other all morning! Despite his best efforts, he could not settle the rising panic that threatened to topple him over. He shot up out of his chair and quickly sped to Spectra's bedroom.

Before he could even reach Spectra's door, he saw a black shadow rush out and stop in front of him. To his surprise, it was Helios. So Spectra was still here somewhere? It wasn't like him to just leave his prized Bakugan here, so he had to still be on the ship. So why hasn't he seen him? He got his answer when Helios spoke up. "Gus. You have to check on Spectra. Something is wrong. He's…just not himself." The ball spoke hoarsely. "Helios? What do you mean? Not himself?" "Ugh, just different! He won't get out of bed, and he hasn't said a word to me! At first, I thought he was still asleep, but he's not. He's wide awake." Helios did his best to act indifferent to the situation, but he wouldn't fool even the dullest person. It was clear that whatever Spectra was doing or not doing was enough to worry the apathetic Bakugan. Despite knowing now that Spectra was here, that did nothing to comfort Gus' fear. In fact, he may be even more concerned than before. Clearly, something was wrong, and Spectra decided cooping himself up in his room was the best way to deal with that. "Why didn't you come to me sooner, Helios?" Gus questioned. Helios coughed: "I figured he wouldn't want you to know, so I let it slide. I figured after a while, he'd get over it and get back to work. But…" Helios trailed off. "But? But what?" Gus wasn't even trying to hide the panic in his voice: "Right before I decided to get you, he started…crying. " What? Spectra, crying? That's absurd. No, Spectra was one of, if not THE strongest person Gus had ever known. He had never even seen the man sad before, so how could he picture him crying? "He's still in there?" Gus gestures vaguely toward the room. The Bakugan nods. "Still in bed. Look, I think you're the only one he'd even consider opening up to. Just go talk to him, okay?" Gus doesn't even answer Helios before he's at Spectra's door. "Head to the lab; I'll figure this out." And with that, he enters the room.

Even knowing the gist of what was going on, it didn't prepare him for seeing his master like this. Spectra lay on his bed, curled into a small ball; his frame appeared tiny compared to his king-sized matteress. Even under the covers, Gus could tell Spectra was shaking, and he could hear the faintest sniffles coming from the heap on the bed, as if he knew Gus was now watching him and he didn't want him to know he was crying. Knowing Spectra, that was precisely it. He never faultered; even in defeat, he kept his head held high. Gus slowly approached the bed, as if at any moment Spectra would get up and run. Once there, he gently sat down and scooted closer to Spectra's shaking frame. He really wished he knew what to do in this moment, but he was completely out of his element. He never, not in a million years, believed he'd ever have to comfort the man he'd seen move mountains. What did he even need in this moment? Well, there was only one way to find out…

Gus cleared his throat, gently placing his hand on Spectra's shoulder. Spectra didn't even try to hide it as he flinched away from the touch. Gus figured maybe touching him wasn't the best idea at the moment, so he settled on talking to him. "Master Spectra? Is everything alright? Helios told me you weren't doing so great. Want to talk about it" All Gus got in response was a labored grunt as Spectra curled up even more, which surprised Gus considering how small he looked already. "I suppose you don't have to if you don't want to; I'm not going to force you; just know I'm here for you, if you need me, that is." Gus trailed off; he wasn't exactly sure what to do here. If Spectra didn't want to talk to him, there was really nothing he could do. He figured he'd just let Spectra come to him if or when he's ready. "I'll just leave you be." He went to get up but only made it about an inch off the bed when he felt a hand grab his jacket. He turned around to face the other man, now facing him, his hand clutching his coat like a lifeline, as if he'd disappear the moment he let go. No words were said. Spectra refused to make eye contact, and his face turned down to stare at his bed sheets. Gus eventually broke the silence. "Do… do you want me to stay, Master?" Gus spoke softly. Spectra responded with a small nod as he gently tugged on Gus' coat. The bluenette returned to his position beside Spectra, awkwardly playing with his hands. He was too afraid to touch the other for fear of stepping out of line. But that was tossed out the window when he heard a hiccup. He peered over to see the others hand clamp over his mouth, revealing the oncoming wave of emotion. Gus didn't know what to do other than place his hand on Spectra's. When the blonde didn't flinch, he held on tighter and rubbed his thumb along the back of the shaking hand.

This is all it took to break Spectra.

His whole body curled up, sobs tore from his throat, and he began to shake violently. Gus was taken aback, completely frozen at the sight. This was so foreign to him and so out of character for Spectra that it shook Gus to his core. He was so lost in his own thoughts that he didn't notice he had stopped the comforting motion on his hand, something the other had taken notice of, and he began to pull away from Gus. This pulled him out of his trance, and he quickly pulled Spectra into his arms, engulfing the broken soul in a warm and strong embrace. His hand traced ever so gently up and down Spectra's back, rocking him slightly. Leaning in close, he began whispering words of comfort into his ear. "It's alright. you're alright. I'm here, I've got you, and I'm not letting go. Do you hear me? Let it out." Spectra's sobs increased, but he flung his arms around Gus and held on tightly. He didn't dare say a word; any attempt would surely come out as incoherent babbling anyhow. So he just held on and cried. He cried until his eyes ran out of tears, and his throat refused to make any noise. The shaking eventually calmed down, but his grasp stayed glued to his friend. Gus didn't move; he didn't dare. It didn't matter how long Spectra needed to hold him as long as he was okay. Small hiccups escaped Spectra's lips despite his best efforts. They stayed like this for some time. It was hard to say. It felt as if time stood still; it could've been a fraction of a second or several hours, but eventually, Spectra's grip began to loosen, and he peeled himself off his partner. "s……sorry…" He whispered, rubbing the remaining tears from his face. "That was childish of me. Just, pretend this never happened." He cleared his throat and began to turn away, but this time, Gus grabbed onto him. For the first time since Gus had entered his chambers, they made eye contact. Gus' eyes were glassy; his hands made it down to one of Spectra's, and he held it firmly. "No, no, you're not acting childish. Spectra. You're one of… No, you are the strongest person I know. I've seen you push through the impossible and bend life to your will; your very presence demands respect. Sir, you have overcome everything I've seen thrown at you. But that doesn't mean you don't have limits. That's just a part of life. And despite being knocked down, you're still determined to keep going. If that's not strength, I don't know what is." Gus reached over to cup Spectra's cheek to rub away a few stray tears that were beginning to fall again. "Nothing. I mean it. Nothing will change that. You're my inspiration, and no matter what happens, I will be by your side. If you're ever to break, I will be here to put you back together." He smiled and let his hand fall. Spectra's eyes stayed glued to Gus' for an eternity, and, for the first time today, Spectra smiled back. "Gus, oh Gus, I'm truly grateful. I don't…know what to say." Gus chuckled. "Don't say a word. There's no need." "No. Thank you. Thank you, thank you." He pulled him back into his arms, and Gus quickly followed, wrapping his arms around his waist. He couldn't help but giggle. "Seriously, it's not a problem! Master!" Spectra pulled the other down to lay next to him. "Screw work. We can stay here." He sighed. Gus couldn't help the flush that blossomed on his face. "Are you sure? There's still much we have to…" He stopped himself as he caught a glance at the sad expression in front of him. "Are you alright?" Spectra looked away. "I feel better, I suppose. Today is just…rough. I'd prefer to stay here. With you. If that's alright, of course." Gus couldn't help but notice the pink on Spectra's cheeks, and his quickly changed to match. "I would like that, if that's what you need."

Gus sat up and removed his jacket and boots, trying his best to ignore the small and quiet whimper that escaped Spectra's mouth. He reclaimed his spot, resting his hand atop Spectra's waist. Spectra shuts his eyes, letting out a content sigh. The two lay in comfortable silence, just basking in each other's presence. After some time, Gus starts lightly moving his hand up and down Spectra's side, up to his ribs, then back down to the dip in his waist. He continues the soft pattern until he feels Spectra's body begin to shake once more. But unlike last time, the shaking wasn't accompanied by sniffling and crying. Despite this, Gus was obviously still concerned. "Master? Are you alright?" Spectra nodded quickly. "F-Fine! I'm fine-" He sputtered out a little too quickly. Gus wasn't buying it, of course. "Spectra, you're shaking like a leaf. Please tell me what's wrong." His hand was still lightly gliding along the other's side. Spectra shook his head. "Seriously Gus…I'm o-okAAY!" Spectra jumped as Gus' fingers reached the top of his ribs, and he clamped his hand over his mouth in an attempt to cover the embarrassing noise that slipped out. Gus paused the tracing and stared wide-eyed at the other man, taken aback. "What…was that? Are you sure you're okay? Did you get hurt and not tell me again?" He reached up and caressed the area that got the previous reaction, and, unsuprisingly, Spectra squealed once more. "G-Gus please-! I'm f-f-fiihine! Just watch your hahahand!" He tried to keep his frantic giggles under control. At this point, Gus began to put the pieces together. He recalled the last time Spectra had gotten injured. He came home with a limp, and while treating him, Gus made a rather interesting discovery. Spectra is ticklish. At this, Gus' lips stretched into a sinister smirk; not that Spectra could see him, his eyes were squeezed shut. Gus reached his other hand to the one Spectra had over his mouth and gently pulled it away, causing the other to make eye contact with him. Looking at Gus' face, he knew his cover was blown. "Master Spectra, I seem to have remembered the perfect thing to cheer you up~" He practically growled. Spectra felt a shiver run down his spine. He sucked in a mouthful of air. "I-I don't know what you mean." He squeaked out. Gus merely snickered. "Oh? Perhaps I could jog your memory?" His hand once again made contact with his ribs, pulling a gasp from the blonde. "Oh, um…I d-dohohon't think that's necessarry…" "No? I believe it is, sir~ You're sure to be tickled by it!" The comment made Spectra's whole face turn bright red, something Gus noted was quite cute. Spectra had gone completely silent, but his eyes revealed what he refused to say. They glimmered with anticipation and excitement. He knew as much as Gus, he needed this. His mind was scattered, completely devoid of life. He wanted a distraction from this awful day, and, well, the idea of getting tickled silly? He didn't really mind that. Plus, didn't he deserve just one happy moment on such a horrible day?

Spectra stared straight into Gus' eyes and muttered the softest, "Please?" Gus felt his heart implode. Spectra asked to be tickled! Gosh, how bad was he feeling? Gus shook himself out of his thoughts and smiled. "Why, master, you don't have to ask~" With that, Gus began to skitter his fingers gently against Spectra's side, the movement sending shockwaves through his nerves. He squeaked and curled into himself, giggling the whole way. He jerked his body from left to right, twitching under the soft but torturous touch. "G-Geehehehheheee! Eehehehahahahaaa o-oh my goohohohohosh! EEEEE!! Ehehehahah!" Spectra giggled and squealed. Gus basked in all of it, the way Spectra's whole face scrunched up in a wide, wobbly grin, his little spasms as he reached a particularly sensitive spot, and oh, DEAR those giggles! Spectra was such a force to be reckoned with; his name struck fear into those foolish enough to stand in his way. But now? He looked so carefree, lighthearted, and adorable. Gus couldn't help but giggle along. "Mahahaster! I'm hardly touching you; look how much you're giggling already! Oh, how are you going to make it when I really start tickling~?" At that, Gus moved from gentle scratching to squeezing and massaging all over Spectra's sensitive torso. Spectra's frantic giggles morphed into full-on hysterical laughter. As Gus squished his sides and belly, he cackled and squirmed; when his hands moved down to pinch his hips, he bucked and screeched, and when he moved up to scratch and massage his ribs and underarms, he screamed and thrashed around wildly. Gus tended to linger in these highly sensitive spots. "AAAHAHAHAHHAAAAA!! GUS GUS!!! GUAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAS!!! PLEEEHEHEHEASE OF PLEASE PLEASE NOOHOAHAHAHAA! OH MY GAHAHAHAHASH IT TIHHIHICKLES!!" "Does is? Oh dear, I hadn't noticed." He smirked. "Well, if this tickles, what about here?" His hands slowly squeezed down his sides, past his hips, stopping at his thighs. "Are these ticklish too, Master?" He let his hands hover over the shaking appendages. Spectra's eyes widened. "N-Nohoho Gus, pleeheheease!! Not there, come on! A-Anywhere but the-he-he-he-re!!" Instinctively, he squeezed his legs together in a feeble attempt to protect them. Gus knew, oh, he knew how unbelievably ticklish Spectra's legs were, especially his thighs. Despite Gus being Spectra's subordinate, he always found a way to playfully tease his master. How that has really come to aid him now "Not there? Oh, alright, I understand. You want to work up to that, huh? Alright, we'll start down here then~!" He dragged his finger down from his thigh to the top of his foot. His toes curled on que. "You're so awful…" He mumbled, but he made no attempt to pull away. His feet were not nearly as ticklish as the rest of his body, but make no mistake, they're ticklish! Gus maneuvered atop his legs, sitting on his ankles to keep his feet in place. He stroked two fingers up his socked feet, earning a squeal.

"Ack-! Guuhuhuhus please!"

"Please, what?" he asked, turning to face the stuttering mess behind him.

Spectra didn't bother to answer because he knew begging wasn't going to stop Gus, and of course he didn't actually want it to stop, so he just scrunched up in anticipation. Gus smiled at him and turned back to face his feet, gently pulling off his socks one at a time. Once his bare feet were revealed, he began tickling once more. "YEEEAAAHahahahahaaaaaa!! Nooohohohohohooo no no Guuuhuhus!!! Ehehehehahahahaa!! AAACK!! Not thaahahahat!" Spectra squealed when he pulled his toes back to scratch under them. "Sir, you can't be THIS ticklish. Everywhere I touch seems to be more ticklish than the last!" Gus chuckled and began to claw at the arches of Spectra's feet. Spectra reached out and grabbed the back of Gus' shirt, pulling him in and holding on tightly. He pressed his face into the crook of his neck while continuing to laugh and beg. "Nooohoohoohoo!! Okaay! Okay Gus!! Thehhehehey're t-t-tiihihicklish! Move uuuhuhuhup!!!" His feet shook to get away from Gus' surprising long nails. He started tracing circles on one of the heels of his feet, earning more cackles and pounding on his back. "Oh? Move up? Are you that desperate for your thighs to be tickled~? No no, I believe I'll stay here for a bit longer. I've barely even begun tickling your feet~!" he giggled, continuing the tickly dance over his feet. Spectra didn't have it in him to beg anymore, so he just sat there, clutching onto the fabric of Gus' tight shirt, laughing frantically as Gus explored every sensitive spot on his feet, not leaving a centimeter untickled. Gus began to get bored, though, and moved to tickle the tops before moving back to skitter along his ankles. The sudden movement caught Spectra off guard. "E-EEEHEHE!! I didn't know that would tiihihihickle! Eheheeheheeee!" He bunched up more fabric in his hands, pushing his face further into Gus' neck. "Yeah, me neither! Proves me right, though. You truly are ticklish everywhere." He tickled his ankles for a bit longer before relenting. "I'm going to need you to let go, sir~" Spectra didn't even put up a fight; he immediately released Gus, leaning back to give him more room to maneuver. Gus rearranged himself so he was facing Spectra again. He took in the flushed face of his friend, the tears beginning to prick in the corners of his eyes. His smile was wide, and giggles still poured from his lips. Gus couldn't stop the words from spilling out. "You're so adorable, Sir…" He blushed heavily as Spectra's eyes grew wide. "Wh-Wha-ACK! GUS!!!" In an attempt to distract the other from what he said, he shot his hands down to squeeze Spectra's knees. Before he could even comprehend what Gus had said, he was laughing again.

"GUUUUUHUHUHUHUS!! AAHAHAHAA! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK, YOU SUUHUHUCK!" He hiccuped and flopped down on his back. Gus was still too embarrassed to speak, so he just tickled the other silently, taking in the beauty of the moment. His nails scribbled all over his knees, occasionally slipping underneath to tickle the pits, earning more squeals from the ticklish brawler. After enough time had passed, Gus felt ready to tease again. "I'm so close to those ticklish thighs of yours~ I'm sure that's going to drive you crazy! Just look at how bad you're laughing now! Are you going to be able to handle it~?" The teasing did nothing but seemingly make Spectra MORE ticklish, if that was even remotely possible. His mind was fuzzy, but he tried his best to think about it. Could he handle it? Gosh, he can't remember the last time he was tickled there, he only remembers that he could barely stand it. And Gus was really, REALLY good at tickling. Well, there was only one way he was going to find out, but he was at least going to pretend to be prepared. "AAHAHAHAAAAHAHA I-I CAN HANDLE ANYHTIIIIHIHIHIHIHING!! DO YOU'RE WOOHO HO HO HORST!!" He challanged. Gus couldn't help but laugh at him. "Oh, NOW you're trying to be assertive? After all this? Master Spectra, you're going to regret that!"

And regret it he did, for as soon as his fingers made contact with the inner part of his thighs, it was over. Spectra SCREAMED. His whole body writhed and thrashed about, he couldn't even manage to form words anymore, just incoherent babbling and screeching laughter. "AAHHAHAHAHHAHAA AHA AHAAA AHAAAAAAA!!! N-NAAHAHA NAT THAAAAHAAHAHAHAAAHAHAA! NO NO NOAHAHAHAHHA!! TIHIHIHIHIHICKAAAHAHAHALES!! snort AAH-AHHAHAHAA!!!" He was being driven mad! All thoughts were completely discarded; his hands pounded helplessly by his sides. Gus himself couldn't believe it. "You have to be joking!! Does this tickle that bad? Oh Spectra I kind of feel bad for you. This must be torture~ Or perhaps, this is what you wanted all along?" He smugly remarked. "NOHOHAOHAHAHAHAHHA SH-SHUDUUHUHUHP!! AAHAHAHAA snort snort OKAAAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAY!!! YOAHAHAHAHA RIIIIHIHIHIHIIIGHT!! AAAAAAAAAA!!!" At this point, there was no denying it; he literally asked Gus to tickle him; he knew he wanted this. It was clear right away, Spectra loved being tickled. But, despite that, it was beginning to get to be too much. Some part of him wanted to keep going, but he needed a break or he was going to pass out. Reaching his hands down to grab at Gus, he screeched "STAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAP STAHAP PLEEEEHEHEASE NO MOOOORE!!!!" And at that, Gus' hands immediately retracted. "Ah! S-Sorry Master! I may have gotten a bit carried away." He giggled sheepishly. Spectra flopped back down in the bed, panting, giggles still alipping out. "D-Dohohon't. I had f-fuhuhuhun hic I neeheheheheeded that." He wiped away the tears that had escaped and smiled up at Gus, once he had control of his giggling. "Thanks." He mumbled, blush ever present on his cheeks. Gus returned the smile. "Anything for you, sir." He laid down beside Spectra, and to his surprise, he got pulled into a hug. "If it's…alright with you, can we stay like this? At least for now." Gus nodded. "For as long as you need, my love," he pressed his lips to Spectra's cheek and wrapped his arms around him once more.

It didn't take long for Spectra to drift off to sleep, followed shortly by Gus. The day ended without Gus ever finding out what was bothering his dear friend, but in the end, that didn't matter. He was there for him, and that was truly all Spectra needed.

#tickling #tickle #tickles #tickle fic #bakugan tickles #lee!spectra #ticklish!spectra #ler!gus #gus x spectra #romantic tickles #sfw tickles #feet tickling #torso tickling #leg tickling #thigh tickling

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dgtrekker · 11 months ago

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“Twas the night before Christmas and all through the ship not a computer was working not even a blip.

Communications were silenced by Uhura with care in hopes that Starfleet would forget that they were there.

The crewmen were nestled all snug in their beds while visions of shore leave danced in their heads, and the Captain in his quarters a book lying on his chest had just settled down for a well deserved rest.

When down in the labs, there arose such a clatter, Kirk sprang from his bunk to see what was the matter.

To the turbolift, he rushed and, through the door, dropped down two decks and slipped on the floor.

Picking himself from off the deck, he reached behind to rub his sore neck.

When what to his eyes should appear, but three anti-gravs piled high with some gear.

Behind them, someone dressed up all in red, with a white flowing beard and a cap on his head.

More stealthily than Klingons his helpers they came and he motioned and whispered as he called them by name.

Now Chekov! Now Sulu! Now Uhura and Scott! Hurry and be quick, extra time we have not! To the rooms of the crew! To the end of each hall! Now dash it and darn it! Be quiet you all!

As good officers they waited for orders to obey at a signal from their leader they rushed away. Up to the crew deck the helpers they flew each pair with a grav unit and the gear piled on it too.

And in but the twinkling Kirk gave hot pursuit to see what that red dressed fellow would do with his loot.

As he hid in his niche and was turning to spy out of a room the fellow backed with a heavy sigh.

He was covered in fur from his foot to his dome and his body was rounded with a stuffing of foam. White trimming around his fat belly traversed and he looked like a tribble just ready to burst.

The end of a stylus he held tight in his fist and checkedoff each stop on his computer printed list.

The corner of his mouth turned up in a lopsided grin that almost went unseen because of the beard on his chin.

His helper was taller and dressed like an elf and Kirk smiled in spit of himself. The slant of his brow and the point of an ear soon gave Kirk to know he had nothing to fear.

They spoke not a word but went straight to their chore and placed a wrapped package inside every door. Then meeting the others all finished and done they headed to the labback from where they had come.

Kirk sprang from his niche to watch them take their leave and the last thing he saw was the red fellow’s sleeve. But Kirk heard him exclaim as they moved out of sight-

“I’m a doctor, not a Santa. I hope I got everything right….”

#star trek #star trek tos #chistmas #spock #james t kirk

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gravityreality · 2 years ago

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15% off your GRAV order if you’re interested.

Just ordered a globe bubbler, seamless banger, and a yo-yo cap myself.

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dryad-of-the-dogwood · 1 year ago

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The Grav Jump Tango Chapter 4: Stakeout Pairing: Sam Coe x Spacefarer

“You sure this is the best use of our time, with an Artifact burnin’ a hole in your pocket?” Sam asked, frowning up at Akila’s walls in the dim light.

“Oh, come on,” Cassandra said from where she leaned on a stone handrail, tilting her head toward him with a grin. “You heard the ranger surveillance assistant. She’s a kid and she’s worried, Sam, are you really gonna tell me you could look in her eyes and tell her to get lost?”

He just sighed because she wasn’t wrong, but he wasn’t going to dignify that with a response. “She sure does seem like a handful. If she and Cora ever meet, I’ll never sleep again.”

“And yet you were fine letting Cora team up with that monster Hercules,” Cassandra teased. “Nobody’s ever done more systems damage on Horizon than that fluffball when he was a kitten. Chewed straight through the wiring on the nav console mid-jump once—I was stranded in the literal middle of nowhere for two days until I got it working again. The two of them put their heads together, and I’m pretty sure he could dismantle my entire ship and she could build it into an astrophysics lab in the middle of a grav jump without us noticing until it was too late.”

Sam chuckled and shook his head. “She’s already pestering you about working on one of her upgrades, isn’t she? I can tell her to rein it in. She gets enough ‘build time’ on my ship.”

“Don’t even think about it,” Cassandra said, and Sam thought this might be the longest she had ever kept her tone so light around him yet. “She’s a smart kid, but she should get to be a kid. So what if she wants to fiddle with the sensors while we’re planetside? Worst case scenario, something fries and we can get it fixed up again before we take off. Best case scenario, she figures out a trick to boost range or scan the fifth dimension. I’m not gonna be the one responsible for keeping her from being the first twelve-year-old to discover a new law of physics.”

“Hey, just don’t say I didn’t warn you if we end up trapped on Akila until you can afford a whole new ship, you hear?”

“Heard,” Cassandra agreed with a smile, shifting back toward the handrail and her surveillance of Laredo.

At least she seemed a little more comfortable in the city now, or maybe this was just proof she had a soft spot for kids with a list of insane demands. Most people took a little longer to warm up to Cora, after all. Cassandra seemed to have flipped that script, taking up with his little girl immediately but still seeming more than a little guarded with Sam. It wasn’t lost on him that other than that business with the Artifact vision, she mostly swapped between stoic practicality and misdirecting, almost flirtatious humor around him, neither of which he was convinced were actually real.

#starfield #sam coe #spacefarer #sam coe x spacefarer #writing #my writing #fanfiction #fanfic #archive of our own #ao3

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asterclaw · 1 year ago

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колеса ехали, телега терлася, вы не ждали реф, а он преперлося- Nobody asked for this, nobody wanted this, and yet it is here! I present to you Grav!!! the ref is just as shitty as the guy himself, shitty but usable <3

More info and the translation of my handwriting to readable eng under the cut

So - This Sans calls himself Grav as his original name was given by Gaster, whom he is not very fond of - Grav derives from gravity and grave - That belt he has is actually Papy's scarf (yes, green and not red) that Papy had given Grav before he ran away - The place he ran away from is the true Lab (usually called "the basement") - Dr Gaster together with Dr Alphys were experimenting on Grav and Papy - his original magic had been patience but after experiments with DT, it changed to perseverance, becoming slightly corrupted as well - he suffers magic overdose, hence the crack in the skull That's all I have for now, when it comes to his backstory so... Now to the fun part. - He is an edgelord, completely and utterly - He's sassy and likes dark humor - Flirt <3 - He likes reading and actually knows the laws (so he would make a good, fair judge.) - "I'm a 16 yo humanitarian, Gaster can go f himself with his physics lessons"

I suppose this is all- baiiii expect Alphys, Gaster, Papy, and Toriel refs later

#undertale au #utmv #sans au #sans oc #undertale #sans #undertale art #utmv art

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sammysdewysensitiveeyes · 8 months ago

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Oh no, what happened to Trickster? I'm not up on DC Comics.

Ooooh, boy, where do I start?

Original Trickster James Jesse has been largely missing since New 52/Rebirth/whatever latest continuity reboot. He was dead for quite awhile before that (having been killed protecting Pied Piper in the largely shitty Countdown event), and seemed to be non-existent in the new continuity, with Axel as the main Trickster. And Axel is a cute lil' guy, but James is my Trickster of choice.

He finally came back in Josh Williamson's run, in a story arc called "The Greatest Trick of All," which revealed that James had been locked up in Iron Heights for years, tormented by Warden Wolfe, who was basically using him to test their security measures. Then he escaped and has been building a little criminal empire, and somehow using the Sage Force to brainwash people. When he makes his big move, he brainwashes most of Central City into mindless happiness, while his select group of Rogues loot the city. Oh, and he was also dating a police officer while using his actual (stage) name James Jesse (which makes no fucking sense, even with Trickster long out of the public eye that name should have run some bells), and it is implied that she was also brainwashed, which means some serious consent issues if they ever slept together.

Williamson's version of James was generally MUCH nastier than he has been in the past. It can be partially justified by him spending so much time in Iron Heights alone and forgotten, but it's still taking the character to a shitty place. JJ was always an asshole, and his "reform" in the 90's mostly happened because he was afraid of going to Hell and meeting a certain demon with a grudge against him. But he still tended to be one of the less violent Rogues who never killed anyone to my knowledge. (If you only know JJ from the Flash TV show, ignore that, Mark Hamill is great but the show got JJ really wrong). Williamson pushed James into a dark and cruel territory, and had him doing things like shoving his abusive parents off a building (Flash saved them).

Williamson also added this new trait of James seducing women and using them as part of his plans. He did it with the police officer, he also recounts dating a lab tech from Star Labs to steal information to make his anti-grav shoes, and THAT is a retcon that DEEPLY pissed me off. James MADE the original shoes, both compressed air and anti-grav lift versions on his own, because he is very, very smart, despite acting like a silly little guy. AXEL is the Trickster who got his start by stealing someone else's tech, and while Axel has modified the Trickster gear and made some of his own stuff since then, James is the one who invented it all on his own, and Williamson basically took that away from him.

Going after women was also never one of James' character traits. He is an all-purpose con-man that fools everyone, but he never targeted women specifically prior to Williamson. In fact, 90's James arguably drank his Respect Women juice. He helped Catwoman with a job, developed a crush on her which he expressed by blurting out this long speech about how he thinks she's amazing, figured out her secret identity and kept quiet about it, and donated a bunch of money to a charity that he thinks she would approve of. All without necessarily expecting her to fall into bed with him, or getting angry when she doesn't. 90's James also flew across the world when he heard that his former girlfriend Mindy Hong was in trouble, and helped rescue her son (who also turns out to be JJ's son). James was not someone who went out of his way to mistreat women.

Williamson also wrote the Black Label Rogues mini-series, a depressing noncanon future story where Captain Cold gathers people for "one more job" and gets most of them killed. Future James in that one is performing a stage show, seducing rich old ladies to sponge off their money, and is portrayed as basically the worst out of the group - such a shitty dude that Golden Glider kills him and no one cares.

It's funny, in an interview Williamson said of James, "I love him," but that statement was immediately followed by "He's just a crazy asshole." Williamson obviously does NOT love James, or else hasn't read anything with him prior to Countdown, and his portrayal of the character seems closer to the serial killer Mark Hamill version. He strips away any kind of heart or likability from the character and makes him "just a crazy asshole," like a less interesting Joker. He made James significantly worse than he had been even in his pre-reform days, and the "darker edgier" Trickster isn't even particularly interesting. So yeah, I want Josh Williamson to never write most of the Rogues again, but especially keep his hands off James Jesse.

The James Jesse Trickster is definitely one of those characters where I'm like, "I love this dude, but only in these specific runs, and then he hasn't been written well in 20 years."

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