#guess that's what i get for being an engineer's child XD

[khyann]

Am i out of my mind if i wanna get sketchup or something similar to make models for buildings i wanna use in a comic?

[shaampoo]

*Bams the door down*

Hello!

Tell me about your ocs please! All the random facts! Well not technically all, just some of them, you get what I mean. XD

I Want To Know More!

And also how's you been? And what do you think about everything that exists? =>

Random facts time!!!

Ill try to list them in order of like, my first OC to my most recent OC's

Jinx first!!!

Jinx was once turned into a cat by the villains, and Jinx was pretty chill about it really, they loved knocking stuff over at the villain base, and since the villains thought they was just turned into a cat, no JInx inside, they just assumed it was normal cat behavior

Jinx is a magpie, like they LOVE shiny stuff, like, once, the heroes and villains were fighting over an ancient artifact, who gets it, the heroes want it so that they know the villains cant abuse it, and the villains want it for power, and then Jinx just ups and steals it just cause its shiny

Jinx has a twin brother Aegis, hes the opposite of Jinx, a hero, no-nonsense, his powers is to create shields, i made him after i made Jinx, but using the base i made for Jinx

Aegis is Bisexual and up for poly btw (i even thought about making him date the leader of the heroes and the leader of the villains just for the shits and giggles,)

Jinx lives with their brother (Aegis is older by 2 minutes ["best 2 minutes of my life" lol], cause their parents kicked Jinx out at 18, and Aegis was disgusted by that, so he lived with Jinx

Jinx didnt get much attention as a child, so that's why they're what they're like today, he has flair, a loud voice, just so that they get attention,

also, Jinx had to mostly fend for themself as a child, and they were given almost no supervision, since their parents gave Aegis more attention and training, believing that AEgis was more fit to be a superhero, so Jinx could do whatever, really, so they ate a lot of candy, thus giving themselves a sweet tooth. This is also why Jinx is childish, they wasn't allowed to be a child back then so their allowing themselves to be a child

Also, im starting to wonder if Jinx does have a label on what side they're on, like, anti-heroes, to my research, do bad things for good. Anti-villains do good things for bad stuff, so I don't know if Jinx does have a side, cause they just do their own thing, sometimes joining the villains, sometimes joining the heroes, sometimes being an annoyance to both, so like, they're undecided i guess?? (Kinda like they're gender, it switches lol) Lemme look something up real quick...i guess JInx is like a rogue?

Also, Jinx, having no side, maybe has a lair of their own, a small one though, I've been thinking maybe a candy shop? Like, there's a basement of operations down there, and there's a candy shop up top?

Also, Jinx is Chaotic Lawful (or lawful chaotic), where they have a moral code, no one knows what it is though, but thank goodness its there

At first, i wanted to make Jinx have a double life as Casey, but then the more i thought about casey and their stories, it kinda spiraled into casey becoming their own character,

Now, onto Casey!!! Doing this cause he inspired a TON of characters

Caseys a trans man (aka ftm,), and has transitioned now.

He's a tired photographer and journalist (online), goes to college, engineering, he lives with his brother, Ryan Thompson (or Velocity as his hero name), also lives with his brother

Casey is Ryans adopted little brother, Caseys parents are Lady Luck and Mr. Misfortune (idk if i should give him siblings he was separated from)

So pretty much Casey has terrible and Amazing luck, they don't cancel each other out

This is pretty much where chaos happens around casey, but casey somehow gets out unharmed, which is great for his Photography and Journalism blog cause he usually stumbles into super fights!

Also, Caseys like, the go-to kidnapping victim for the villains, where they kidnap him a lot (they don't hurt him, cause i think I'm leaning more into comedy in my world ), and the heroes save him a lot, this led to him knowing a lot about both sides, also, once, Casey got out of his binds when the villains kidnapped him and left him, and instead of escaping, he takes pictures of the lair first, and gets out, and then proceeded to post the pictures and compliment the villain's style.

Also, Casey usually doesnt talk, mostly to people he doesn't know that much, if he's with Ryan or anyone he's really comfortable with, he will not shut up, showing them pictures, stuff he made using engineering, etc.

Also, every character inspired by Casey (like, they first started out as, haha, what if Casey was ___) has a white streak on their hair, so if you see an OC of mine with a white streak, you know what that means!

Now, Dr. Wilde!!

As you know, Dr. Wilde is a crazy scientist!

Dr. Wilde allows Lumi to call him Ezra (at first Lumi called him Dr. Ezra, but as they got more close Lumi started to call him Ezra, like a friend)

Casey has interviewed Dr. Wilde at some point, and even took pictures of his lab, and Casey has taken care of Tar once (picturing Tar and uploading to the internet how weird the rat is, and that once, the rat got in the oven while Casey was baking and it somehow survived)

Dr. Wilde has dyed Tar's fur a bit (haven't decided what color yet), just so that he can differentiate between the lab rats and Tar

Dr. Wilde's lab is right next to his room (which is like a house, having a kitchen, bathroom, bedroom, etc.),

Dr. Wilde rarely leaves his lab / room, as he isn't really interested in the outside world, and when he does leave, he brings Tar with him, and Tar is just perched over Dr. Wilde's shoulder

Dr. Wilde is pretty short, compared to other villains (i should make a height chart actually), where the villains tower over him

Dr. Wilde has green eyes, also, if you look at him, he WILL stare into your soul, no one has ever seen him blink,

Now, Onto Darian Knight / Eclipse!!

As you can see, Darian is inspired by casey,

Darian, at first, joined the heroes to spite his dad, who was a villain back then, but after a while, he did come to like being a hero

Darian joined when he was 18, and he's surprised people still think he's a villain

Solar Flare and Casey are the few people who believe he's a genuine hero, Solar Flare cause he's worked with Darian long enough to know he's being genuine, and Casey cause he interviewed anough people to know whats a lie and whats not, Lumi also knows Casey isn't a villain

Sunny Knight / Lumi!!

He joined the villains at 19, about the same time as Darian,

At home with their parents, Sunny and Darian are more civil, more sibling-like,

In the battlefield, Sunny and Darian try to incapacitate each other than hurt, since, yknow, they're siblings. But they don't fight in the battlefield much, since sometimes Sunny and Darian converse, and the hereos and villains think that Sunny and Darian are teaming up and switching sides (Darian to villains and Sunny to heroes),

Also, Lumi joined the villains just because he could, and it looked fun

i dont have much on newer OC's lol, since i havent fleshed them out much lol

I also have a few more OC's i haven't talked about / fleshed out that much, like they're just an idea, but not a person yet.

Like uhh

Viz:

Theyre a hero with high anxiety, but despite having anxiety, and knowing he would get attention, interviews, etc. He still decides to be a hero, since to him, its the right thing to do. I still haven't showed them yet cause 1. i haven't drawn them yet, 2. with anxiety like them, i want to make sure i represent them well and make them realistic and that i don't make them like a stereotype

Starlight / Adrian Celeste:

Hes a self absorbed egocentric hero, and he's vain, he's kinda a joke hero i thought about, where like, he's self absorbed to the point its funny, hes still nice though, he doesn't show it much though, since he doesn't want to seem vulnerable and stuff. a simple backstory I thought about is that he was put down back then when he was young, so to make himself more confident, he started to compliment himself, and other stuff, but then it quickly spiraled put of control, and now hes like this. He also carries a mirror with himself at all times, just to admire himself, and his mirror in his room has sticky note surrounding where his face would be, and it says "perfect" "amazing" etc. also, he can glow, heal, teleport, and kinda has the ability to see the future (in like a vague way, like, he sees the stars and can sense something in the future, but its just really vague)

Jester / R.J. Santos: (Civilian name im not sure on yet)

Theyre a villain, a non serious villain, think like a cartoon villain, a goofy villain, they dont do any harm, just there to have fun. they also wanted to name themselves Jester Jinx, but since Jinx already had the name, they were okay with going with just Jester. Also, he's filipino. Also, he cares for young heroes (being an impromptu dad himself [long story where a kid of a hero wanted to be a villain, but the parent wanted them to be a hero, so the kid ran away, and got to casey, and casey took care of them and helped them be a villain {the kids, actually a teen, like 16, the teen is names Shadowstrike and their civilian name is Micheal, they hate the name by the way},]), and once, casey saw that the heroes were sending young heroes to his base to defeat him, and R.J. doesn't spot a singular a singular adult there, so he makes the young heroes (teens and even kids) sit down and stuff, and then he calls the heroes (he has their number cause they're usually on good terms), and yells at them over the phone for sending kids to a villain, and that they could've gotten hurt, and he gets so angry he starts shouting in filipino. Also! R.J. has a big family (based off my family), where his great grandma had 12 kids, and those kids (his grandparents and grand aunties and uncles) had kids (about 3 each), his aunties and uncles, and they have kids as well (about 3-5), his cousins and such, and his cousins had children as well, R.J. tries to remember them all by name, but its pretty hard, cause like, he has about

...

three- three thousand, three thousand family members?! Uhm, hold on i gotta ask my mom something about my family, or my dad since that family is on his side

Oh thank god, i only have 106 family members,

uh, so like, new and revised family tree!

my famly is gonna be R.j's family (cause holy fuck no way am i writing 3 thousand family members , J.C.) that's whats R.J's family is gonna be, 106 family members,

Anyways, ive been doing okay-ish! Could be better, but could be worse XP (lets just say the AO3 author curse is real). And i think of things that exist are poggers.

[charlotterhea]

Summer Fic Reading Challenge Part 1

I signed up for the Summer Fic Reading Challenge and thought, why not share which stories I read and comment on here as well?

So, if you're interested in me rambling a bit about the stories I read, you know the way. ^^

16. Oldest fic in the fandom

This prompt got me curious so I dug into the HP section of AO3 first but since AO3 offers the option to backdate your works, it's hard to find the oldest one there. I mean, it's hard to find the oldest story for such a huge fandom anyway, but I decided to venture to ff.net instead and there I found "Harry Potter and the Man of Unknown" by Gypsy Silverleaf. The story's almost 25 years old, written around the time Book 3 came out, and it was fascinating to go back to a time when nobody really knew which way these books would go. Should do that more often! It is a fast-paced story featuring a torn OC that very much reminds me of Severus, so I almost felt at home. XD Enjoyable read for the start!

23. Take your fandom to work AU

Tbh, I didn't even know what that was. XD This trope is not a thing in HP and so I had to venture into another fandom. Being face-to-face with the list of stories being tagged with this trope, I decided to choose a Supernatural fic because I at least know that source material. ^^ So I read "Engineering Dreams" by darkwings17 and let me tell you, this Destiel fic is adorable! I loved their bickering and seeing them as a happy couple planning their dream house, it just gave me all the warm and fuzzy feelings.

18. BIPOC main character

To be honest: I initially planned on using this story for the Historical AU prompt but when I wanted to tackle the BIPOC main character prompt I couldn't find a story that hooked me or in which Hermione being of color was important enough to make it fit the prompt. It should at least have some impact on the story if the story is to fulfill this prompt, shouldn't it? That's why I decided to switch the prompt for this story. ^^ So, I was skimming the historical AU section and what got me interested was "White Lies" by dannihowell. It is - finally! - a Snamione and I was hooked within the first few paragraphs. dannihowell has a beautiful way of writing and I loved the story they've woven. Although Hermione is passing as white in this story, her heritage has a huge influence on her life and how she's being treated and I was incredibly happy for her when she - Well, look for yourself. 😉

8. Historical AU

So, my change of plans returned me to skimming the Historical AU tag and honestly, I wasn't exactly thrilled about that. 🙈 I'm not a fan of historical stories. Not just historical AUs in fanfiction, historical stories in general. I hated everything about History class and that feeling of being bored to tears never left me. So I decided to get this prompt done quickly and began skimming the tag (again) and what got me hooked this time was "A Life in the County" by PixieKisses. It is Snamione as well, a lovely one-shot taking place during World War II, and I loved how they depicted the situation back then and how the characters we know fell into place in the story. Would have loved to read a bunch of chapters more. ^^ So, I guess what I'm saying is, I'm somehow glad for this prompt because I wouldn't have read the last two stories otherwise, and maaaybe it has a teeny-tiny bit healed my inner child being bored to tears in History class. 😂

3. Multi-chapter fic

I was already reading this story when I got my bingo card but since this is about the comments first and foremost and not the reading, I decided that I could use it to fill this spot. ^^ The story is "Rapture of the Deep" by nocturn and let me tell you, this story is amazing! So many creative tidbits that I've never seen before, an impeccable characterisation of our lovelies and a conspiracy to boot. Tbh, I didn't understand everything that was going on conspiracy-wise but that's a me problem. I'm pants at understanding that sort of stuff, my brain just can't connect the dots, it doesn't work. 🙈 But that gives me a perfect reason to reread the story one day and I know that I will enjoy it tremendously.

So far for now. I'm even more excited for the stories that are yet to come after finding so many interesting reads I wouldn't have read otherwise.

The only thing I'm a bit at a loss right now is the small fandom. Can somebody recommend me a fandom to look into? My brain's possessed by HP and everything I remember liking lately has way more than 1000 fics already. Says a lot about my taste but doesn't help me with my card. 😂 So please drop me a comment if you're in a fandom that needs more attention! 💚

[cutegirlmayra]

I have to admit, I haven’t seen that episode in a long time, so I had to go back. It’s just... a very silly rebranding SEGA tried and, although fun, I’m still a stickler for the canon xD

But, combining it with the AU altnerative dimensions can be fun! So, here we go~

                                                           , too~

PROMPTS ARE ON SHUTDOWN, DO NOT SEND IN ANY. Other than that, I love you all so much ^^

Prompt:

After the heroic ‘smolders’ Amy was being whisked away by all the charming chivalry, Sonic began to wonder why she didn’t exactly ‘openly’ show that for him anymore...

When Tails went to press the button to send them home, the machine needed a change of battries, but he accidentally clicked the wrong button.

When that happened, the two beams, one red to their Knuckles, and one blue didn’t cross, but ended up hitting Sonic.

“W-What’s going-!?” before Sonic could say anything, both him and Knuckles were sent to an alternative dimension.

Different... from the heroic Knuckles.

While they were gone, that Knuckles expressed more gentlemenly acts with Amy, and although Amy giggled and ate it up, she kept asking about Sonic and their Knuckles... “I hope they’re okay.” she looked away from Heroic Knuckles trying to extend his hand to her with a plate of cookies.

“Oh, well, your Sonic in this dimension seems quite resourceful!” he tried to cheer her up, “Mine was clumsy and... well, frankly, a child. Yours seems to carry himself with the pride of a warrior and diginity of... uhh... one with dignity, Mi’lady.” he held his fist up in... ehhh... somewhat confidence in his words. “Don’t worry, I’m sure they’ll be back in time to send me home, and I can then finish saving my dimension from the ruthless takeover of that dastardly Eggman!” he knelt down from his towering, large stature and patted her back, which made her smile at him.

“Thanks Alternative, party-hat Knuckles.” she looked at him with gratitude, and as he nodded and got up, heading over to help Sticks with another batch of cookies--the first he rested in front of Amy where she sat on the couch--offering to make sure the oven didn’t blow up from her chaotic whacking of it with her boomerang.

Amy sighed and looked out the window, turning around to prop her fingers on the edge of the couch’s back. “Sonic... Knuckles... Just be safe.” she worriedly stated quietly to herself, resting her cheek, “Mmmmm...” she whined a little, ‘At least Sonic’s there to make sure Knuckles will be okay... right? I’m usually there to keep Sonic safe, though...’

She closed her eyes, yearning to know her two friends were safe.

In the other dimension, Sonic and Knuckles crashed down and learned that Eggman had retired, instead, converting his lab into a vactional retreat for old people, and to get off his lawn.

Sonic headed into the village with Knuckles when they thought they saw some Eggman robots, and were trying to get them to cross-beams and shoot them, but they only spat out towels.

Again, they were just running around doing errands, with Orbot and Cubot trying to get the games, party streamers, and food all set up.

Weirded out by a world where Eggman wasn’t... suspicious of anything... Sonic and Knuckles went to their friends places.

Sticks was now a scientist, who would work with Engineer Tails to help replicate the machine they were describing and get them home.

This dimension’s Knuckles was a therapist, but... he really didn’t actually do much besides ask geniune questions that confused him about other people, who then paid him for his confusion as they were able to talk through and about their traumas.

“Guess we can find me then.” Sonic was about to go out the door when Dr. Echidna stopped him by holding up his hand.

“W-wa-wah-wait, hold on there!” he looked to the other Knuckles, “Sonic’s on babysitting duty, you won’t really be able to get five minutes with him... let alone three.” he looked a little like he had tried, his eyelids falling slightly to be half-open in exhaustion. “Amy’s working all the time to support them, too. I really don’t think now’s a good time for-”

“Babysitting!?” Sonic jumped back, “Sonic T. Hedgehog doesn’t sit around and do nothing! What kinda dimension is this!?” he held up a fist in offense.

“Uhh... the dimension where you have responsibilities?” Knuckles held up a hand and shrugged his shoulder.

“Hmph. We’ll see about that!” Sonic took off, not liking the sound of that!

“Uck, can’t believe Sonic’s into daycare now... but, good for him.” Knuckles from their dimension stated before looking to Dr. Echidna.

“No, for real, I was asking a geninune question. Does Sonic even have any responsibilities other than staying home and looking after the kids?” Dr. Echidna sincerely wanted to know the truth to that, “Like, does yours just... actually... do things?”

“What kids?” Knuckles looked over to his other alternative dimensional therapist self. “You mean... Sonic really just plays with kids all day? How fun!” he gave a huge open smile to that.

“More like ‘who’s kids. Sonic’s a full-time dad now.” the good Doctor explained, “Though, I’m not sure how or why...” he put a finger under his chin, looking down as though to think about it, as Knuckles did the same thing.

The two began, ”Hmmmmm....” in unison.

Sonic barged through his door with a spindash, “Alright, I’m here to set the record..! ... Straight?” Sonic paused when he saw the whole of the hut completely surrounded by different colored hedgehogs, all with hues similiar to blue, pink, red, turquoise, and purple shades.

“What... on the planet!?” Sonic moved back, a bit taken aback and scared when all of the children suddenly stopped. Some were crawling up the curtains, others were throwing food from the fridge, and another was bashing a bat against what looked like a ripped up pillow case.

“... Dad’s home!” One called out, throwing out what looked to be a vase out the window and reaching his hands up in the air in joy.

“DADDY!”, “DAD!”, “DADEO!”, “Dadman~”, “Pops!”, “Father.”, “Papa!”

At all the screaming and loud exclaimations of joy, Sonic’s eyes shrank and he cried out before booking it away.

“So, you’re new.”

He paused, as out in the field, in a beach-chair with sunglasses and a drink,... was his alternative dimensional self.

“Sit down, kid. Take a load off.” He pulled out another chair from his back and, with some swagger, flicked the chair out and sat it next to him, dusting it off. “You’re not from a new batch I wasn’t told about, right?”

“H-huh?” Sonic tilted his whole body, too startled to even comprehend.

This Sonic had a small gut and lowered his sunglasses a second to take a look at Sonic, “Spitting image of me... buuut... you look too old to be one of mine.” he put the glasses back on and took a sip of his drink. “Amy won’t be back from work for another hour. Sit and chat a moment.”

The two ended up lounging... before Sonic unparted his intertwined hands on his stomach and shot up, “WAIT! ARE THOSE ACTUALLY YOUR... our?... AMY’S KIDS!?”

“Shhh.... look at that sunset.” Dad Sonic laid back and stretched, “Nothing beats that... Alright. I still got, what..?” He looked at his watch under his gloves and bandages. “Emmm... 10 seconds before Amy arrives? Plenty of time.” he nodded and got up, “Watch this.” he winked to Sonic and tossed off his glasses, dashing back into the house.

A few cat noises and whirling of wind, before Dad Sonic opened the door and gestured for Sonic to come inside.

Sonic didn’t want to, but Dad Sonic dashed behind him and pushed him in.

The place... was spotless? The vase was glued up, the kids were all sleeping on the couch with the t.v on to Tommy Thunder re-reels, and the food was back in the fridge with the floors being spotless. The pillow was sewed up nicely in patches that actually looked like ‘art’ before Sonic turned back to his other self.

“Wow... you... I... how the-?” he was flabberguasted as Dad Sonic bent down and put a hand to his shoulder.

“Look, when things get overwhelming, or if something ‘new’ spooks you too badly... just know you can trust yourself to get things done in the nick of time.”

The door opened and Amy stepped inside, “Oh my gosh, Sonic, I’m so sorry! They held me over for an executive meeting on charity fundraisers and then-... ah.” she smiled sweetly, relieved when she saw that it was all taken care of and handled.

Dad Sonic smiled and got up from speaking with Sonic, going over to help Amy remove her jacket, “Hope it wasn’t too bad, Amy.”

“It wasn’t... this means a lot, thank you for taking care of things at the ‘fort’.” She teased, and looked over to Sonic,... tilting her head. “I... Don’t remember this one.” she confessed. “Spitting image of you, though. Wait... how long have I been working!?” she panicked, her hands coming to her cheeks, “Sonny, is that you!?” but litlte Sonny woke up slightly, yawning.

“Here I am, momma.”

The others woke up and she went to greet them, as Sonic was still puzzled by the fact that this somehow... works?

Dad Sonic put his hands to his hips and then gestured for Sonic to come out with him, “Alright, Champ. Let’s sort you out, huh?”

But then... Dad Sonic began to glitch out of existence like Knuckles had back in their own dimension. “What the..?” He looked at his hands.

The kids gasped, one stating, “Mama... what’s happening to Daddy?”

Amy held that child close and looked to Dad Sonic.

Dad Sonic just held out his hands, “Hey, I’m gonna be fine. Just gonna sort this out, alright?” he was very... calm?

Sonic learned a lot from that day, when they headed back, the two Knuckles were still ‘hmmmm’ing to themselves and Dad Sonic just thumb-pointed to the other Knuckles, which Sonic nodded to and the two hoisted him up and away.

“Hmmmmm--oh, bye other me!”

“Hmmm... Oh, yeah, Bye Dr. me! Hmmm...”

“You take care! Hmmmm....”

The two continued their ‘thinking’ stances before Dad Sonic revealed that Eggman was still evil, hatching up a new plan and showing that the ‘bingo’ machine was actually his newest invention to turn all the old people into mindless work slaves to make more robots for him, so HE could actually relax...

“Diabolical.” Sonic shook his head, just joking around.

“Hey, I got a question...” Sonic began before Dad Sonic held up his finger.

“Nah, save it for your future kid.”

“... Wait, this isn’t my future. We’re in an alternative dimension... r-right?” he suddenly flinched back as Knuckles immediately snapped out of his thinking.

“H-hey! That’s it!” he took Sonic’s hands, “I promise buddy, I won’t do anything to ruin your future... With Amy.”

“My- WHAT!?!” Sonic’s face turned to panic as Dad Sonic just scratched behind his head.

“Don’t worry, I’ll tell Sticks and Tails they won’t need to bicker on about how to get you two home. See ya.” he gave his signature smirk and wink, before activating the two beams as Eggman cried out, ‘Noooo!!! My retirement plan!’

Upon arriving back, Amy embraced Sonic, and the other dimensional, heroic Knuckles, was sent home. “I’m so glad you’re alright, Sonic! What was it like in that other dimension?” she cutely put a finger to her mouth as Sonic just shoved her to the side.

“I-I-I need a walk...” he nervously took off... and pulling out a beach chair, facing it perfectly with some adjustments to the sunset... he sighed in relaxation... put on the same shades as Dad Sonic had... and rested his hands on his belly...

“Sometimes... you just can’t overwhelm yourself... with things you don’t know nothing about...”

“Hmmmmmmm....”

“Knuckles... buddy, just let it go.”

“O-oh, sorry.” Knuckles punched over a tree, cutting off it’s truck with his punch, uprooted with some effort the base, and placed it by Sonic to watch the sunset with him...

They both sighed as though letting that confusing dimension go.

“... So... do you like,... want to talk about it?”

“Knuckles, you’re not a real therapist.”

“Well, not yet!”

[fandom-necromancer]

Getting lost together

This was prompted by a lovely anon! I hope you enjoy, this one is fluffy XD

Fandom: Detroit become human | Ship: Reed900

‘Nines, that was the last bag, come on! We’re going to be late!’ Gavin closed the trunk of his car and looked over to where Nines was standing right between the house and the car. ‘Tina will look after the cats alright, she loves the little beasts, don’t worry’, he tried to comfort him, opening the car door and leaning against it. ‘We’ll come back, and they are at least a kilo heavier’, he joked. Nines straightened his back, but avoided his eyes as he walked towards the car. ‘Hey, what’s wrong?’, the Detective asked softly. ‘I thought you looked forward to this.’ ‘I do!’, Nines quickly replied. ‘It’s just my first time leaving Detroit. I… I’m not sure what awaits me.’ ‘That’s what travelling is about’, Gavin explained and stepped past the door to take his hand. ‘Don’t worry. You will love it.’ ‘I hope so’, he mumbled far too insecure for a war machine and entered the car.

Gavin sat down too, leaning over to press a kiss to Nines’ cheek and start the engine afterwards. ‘Come on. Let’s go on a road trip!’ He handed Nines a case full of music CDs and gestured him to choose one. ‘Passenger decides the music’, he explained and started pulling out of their driveway. The android frowned at the disks, contemplating whether he should tell Gavin he could always just connect to the car and play whatever song he wanted. But he guessed this was part of the experience, so he pulled out one of them without researching band names or titles written on it. ‘Excellent choice’, Gavin cheered as the first heavy guitar riffs came up. Nines couldn’t really say something to that as he had no idea what else he could have picked, but seeing Gavin grin and drum his fingers on the steering wheel he found he didn’t really care if it made his human happy.

They drove through the streets and Nines traced their route with his GPS. He got increasingly worried as they made it onto the highway and finally left Detroit. ‘All good, love?’, Gavin asked, seeing the red flashing LED. ‘Yes, just… I lost connection to an android network.’ ‘That means?’, the man asked concerned. ‘My scans won’t be as effective anymore as I can only detect what I see. I can’t supplement it with information from the internet or databanks.’ ‘Should we turn around?’ Nines thought about it. It was their first vacation since the revolution as work had kept them busy with anti-android crimes, retaliations and the rising Red-Ice trades. He had looked forwards to it and still did. He would spend time with his human somewhere neither of them had been before, just the two of them. What about that wasn’t exciting? ‘No. It’s just weird loosing a function you never paid much attention to.’ ‘I can imagine’, Gavin hummed, unsure what to say. ‘I guess that at least makes us equal?’, Nines contemplated. ‘Neither of us knows Providence. It’s a new place for you and I have no way of acquiring more information than you could.’ ‘Heh, a full-on human experience, then?’ ‘You could say so.’

They drove down the road and the longer they were on their way, the less worried Nines became. If anything, partially loosing his scanning abilities made it even more interesting. He simply couldn’t know some things and others passed too fast to get even a little bit of information. ‘How do you live like this?’, Nines couldn’t help but ask as he could see buildings to his right that might have belonged to a town called Sweaburg, but could as well be something entirely else. ‘How do you live, seeing things and having no idea what something is?’ Gavin laughed. ‘Learning to ignore what isn’t important, I guess? I mean, do I have to know everything to survive. And it can make it all the more interesting if you do find out someday. You can always learn something new, even if you lived your whole life in just one city.’ Nines frowned and tried to understand. ‘I mean, isn’t it boring knowing everything? What about curiosity and the joy of discovery?’ The android had to nod to that. ‘That’s why I like our work this much. And I’m starting to like this new perspective, too.’

He found himself smiling as he watched the world pass by, details appearing and disappearing before his programs could even try to gather information. He had become a passive onlooker and it was a weirdly relaxing experience when at the same time his eyes darted from one fixing point to the next trying to take in everything at once. Gavin found he had a difficult time concentrating on the road when Nines sat in the passenger seat almost pressing his nose to the glass like a school child on their first but ride. Sometimes he wished he could take photos like the android could, just to remember this sight forever.

They had to stop for gas soon and Nines took over for the rest of the ten-hour ride. Gavin, understandably exhausted, had tried to stay awake, but when they were an hour away from their destination, he was peacefully sleeping leaned against the door. Only as Nines left the highway and had to stop at a red light, the man woke up again. ‘Oh, we’re already there?’, he asked and sat up. ‘Sorry, I’m just really tired.’ ‘Our hotel is just down the road. Then you can sleep properly.’ ‘Nah, I planned to go take a look at the city first!’ ‘Gavin, I doubt we will get anything else done. And it’s supposed to be a vacation.’ ‘Okay, I’ll take a short nap then and afterwards we go for a walk in the evening, but that’s the only compromise I’m willing to accept.’ Nines sighed. ‘Fine.’

They checked in to their hotel and went to their room to stow away their luggage. Gavin’s nap ended up being longer than expected and with an amused huff, Nines slipped under the blanket too to join his human in this unknown place.

-

Maybe it had been the night spent in stasis, but when Nines rose to see Gavin in the light of the rising sun in this foreign room, he could barely contain the happiness that he felt. No deadline, no case that had to be solved, no clear mission to follow. Just himself and Gavin in a city neither of them knew; time reset to a new schedule counting down the days of their vacation. It was almost… liberating.

He snuggled closer to Gavin and wallowed in his warmth. The human grinned and turned around, still sleepy but slowly waking up. ‘Morning, Nines.’ ‘Morning darling.’ Gavin buried his head in his shoulder. ‘Jeez, Nines, if you keep this up I’ll never leave the bed.’ ‘We can do that if you want’, the android murmured, kissing the top of his head. ‘Nah. Let’s get ready for breakfast and then go see the city. I have something special planned for tonight and you can’t research it! It will truly be a surprise.’ ‘I can still do normal research via the internet, Gavin. Just slower.’ ‘Don’t you dare’, Gavin laughed, pointing his finger at his nose, before standing up and getting ready for the day.

After leaving the hotel, they walked through the streets without any real plan in mind. Nines followed Gavin, who seemed to take random turns and stopped at random places. Watching the people around them and the different sorts of buildings, Nines was quickly feeling weirdly at home. In the afternoon they stopped at a park near the river and Gavin got himself something to eat at the many food carts around. They sat down at a bench right at the riverfront and enjoyed the sunny day. ‘This is perfect’, Nines couldn’t help but voice the content he felt at watching the water lazily pass by, a few ducks swimming on it. A few joggers passed them, faces without names for the first time in Nines’ short life. ‘Got over that lack of information?’, Gavin asked, mouth still half full of the hot dog. ‘I’m actually considering shutting off that program completely when not on the job’, he shrugged. ‘You were right it is more interesting to not know and wonder. If I really need to know something, I can always switch it on again.’ ‘Nice. Good to know it’s not too bad for you.’ Nines looked down on Gavin and put his arm around him. ‘It’s never around you.’ ‘Aw you damn romantic android. I would hate you if I didn’t love you.’ ‘Sure.’ Nines looked out over the river and cocked his head. ‘Gavin, what did you wanted to show me?’ ‘In the evening, love. Has to be dark for it. Patience.’

At least time passed quickly with the human around to guide him around town. As the sun set, they returned to a different part of the river. Nines frowned, as he saw several people blocking his view on the water. ‘Gavin, what-‘ ‘Shh, come on, follow me. I looked this up beforehand, there should be a good spot over here.’ Gavin took his hand and pushed through the crowd, not even thinking of apologising. Pulling Nines right to the front, the android was indeed blown-away. In all his preconstructions, he hadn’t expected this: Several bonfires were lit on the water and lit up the walls in soft orange and hot white yellow. Music played and the masses stood and watched as people tended to the fires and gondolas passed through the flames. ‘Gavin, what is this?’, he asked in surprise. ‘They call it Waterfire. A festival that began as art is now celebrated annually. ‘Thought it would be something fun to be part of. Do you like it?’ Nines couldn’t pull his eyes away from the reflections on the water, the thousands of people at the shore and the flickering fires cracking on the surface of the water. The smell of burning wood filled the air and managed to overpower the different smells from the food stands. ‘Gavin, I… I never experienced something similar. Can we… Does this stretch the whole river? Can we see all of it? Can we ride one of the gondolas? I… For how long did they celebrate this? Why-‘ Gavin’s loving smile made him stop, feeling awkward for asking so many questions and letting his excitement overwhelm him. But Gavin only rose to his toes and pulled Nines head down into a kiss. ‘For you? Everything.’

[btswishes]

Love me for who I am now

Bucky x Reader ( Chapter 3)

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Summary: You apply for the Stark internship and end up getting it, so now you have 5 months to make a good impression to continue working with the Avengers.

A/N: Ok Chapter 3 here we go, things are moving 10 000+ words later XD. Sorry for any mistakes made, hope you enjoy it even a tiny bit.

Word count:  3,997

Warmings: fights, harsh language, not part of the original MCU

Y/N- Your name

Y/L/N- Your Last Name

Tag list: @vicmc624​

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   Two men dressed in dark fancy suits helped Captain America sit on the bench next to Dr. Banner, while one more presumably, also an agent rolled in 2 stretchers. From the voices you could distinguish Natasha Romanoff and Sergeant James Barnes. Not too far, with a confidant step followed Tony Stark keeping the splint around his left hand, covered slightly by the expensive material of his jacket - throw casually over his shoulders. Poor Pepper having her husband come home almost dead all the time- must be just awful.

“What happened?” Bruce barked out intensely checking Natasha in a hastily manner, making sure there wasn’t anything too major

 “HYDRA fed us the wrong information, long story short caught the link in time and no one died.” Tony explained, pulling a squished protein bar from the inside of his pant pocket

“I almost saw the light for a second time Tony.” Captain hissed when you began disinfecting his wounds, reacting to the cold cooling yet irritating feeling of the clear liquid on the cotton ball.

“I am sure that was the explosion.” Natasha snickered at the blond man. ”Next time don’t look at it, ok?” One after the other injured agents flooded the lab making motion difficult. Most of the equipment was on the other end of the packed room. Talking and a mix of incoherent sounds filled your head, causing you to go into overdrive. You had no idea how people could work in such an environment. Hospital work was part of your curriculum, as weird as it sounded, since you were dabbling in human body functions. Even there you never had so many people on your head, there was order- obviously lacking here.

  Some were very badly injured, near-death was a correct way to say it, but for sure not 90%. Looking around you couldn’t find a shorter way towards the bandages and irrigation solution. Tables and people were placed like chess pieces in a game you were losing because of panic. Tony kept his eyes on you, biting down on the crumpling snack, waiting to see what you would do. It could have been all a test for what you knew, yet it flew over your head.

“Dr. Banner.” You yelled out patching up the Cap and moving onto one of the stretchers “Can you pass me the small bag behind you please?” he nodded and did it all without even taking a look away from Natasha’s wounds. Professional or just slightly overconfident?

  Rising your right hand you caught the bag making its way towards you. The flap flung open and you pulled out the 4 bottles of vibranium dust onto the table, right next to you. A hair tie emerged from the same place shortly after. Bucky looked up at the changing expression on your face, interested in silence maybe also in a bit of pain. Your fingers raked up your scalp, gathering as much hair as possible to imprison with the elastic. Tony ever so silent but focused, a good judge of character.

  The lids of the bottles rolled onto the desk, discarded without a thought. Your hands cupped all of them and spilling piles of metallic dust on the floor. Stark rose an eyebrow and stopped chewing for a second. Taking a deep breath the oxygen gathered all your thoughts into an anxiety suppressing pill, shooting in waves through your bloodstream. You didn’t waste any time, your eyelids swung up letting your lashes almost hit your brows. Both your elbows bent in, positioning themselves next to your waist line snugly. You could feel your back muscles clench and tighten before extending. They shot your arms to the sides, dust cloud forming two plates pushing agents to the side. 

“SILANCE!” the room granted your wish, even the atoms could be heard moving with the shock engulfing the field “This is a lab NOT a playground! If you are able to cause such ruckus you aren’t hurt enough to be here. If any of you insist on doing this, I will give you a reason to scream. If you are patched up leave! Got a paper cut or bruise- leave! Unless you crawl to me, I don’t want to see you.” hunched over your body didn’t move from its metal bending pose, arms spread like a bird in flight, eyes looking forward “Now, out.” the words vibrated fearless in your throat

  It wasn’t surprising that almost all people in black suits left in a rush, accept some that were actually getting treated from the mission. Sergeant Barnes was still laying on the stretcher waiting for his turn, taken back from the scene that unraveled above him. Almost in a Dr. Strange hand motion you pulled the vibranium back.

  The silence continued making your confidence evaporate and let the anxiety condensate back into you. Eyes roaming around the room till a loud and audible clap pulled the strings of your head towards it. Tony was doing his best not to mess his arm up more, but to him this deserved praise.

“Well done Miss inter, I am pleasantly surprised with your actions…” his footsteps creeped up, letting his body lean onto Bucky’s current bed, ignoring the man’s grunt of discomfort “…and that.” his finger made circles pointing at your arms covered with the metallic dust shaped slightly like a gauntlet

“It’s amazing isn’t it?” Banner, back still facing the rest of the room, scoffed proud like a father witnessing his child’s grades 

“You know about it?” Tony crushed up the plastic of the protein bar, tossing it in the trash in the corner of the room

“Yeah.” The doctor was finishing up with Natasha “We were actually talking about that with her before you rushed in. I was lucky enough to get a special demonstration as well.”

“So what is it Miss intern ?” his head tilted, showing a new angle of his goatee

  It didn’t take you long to notice that the sergeant couldn’t get up because he was shot pretty badly. Your desk had turned into a makeshift surgical table with all kinds of things on it - soon to be used. One of the gauntlets flew off your soft skin and pulled up the soldier like he was made of feathers. The wound seemed to be closing up fast, the super serum did give him abnormal healing. This was proof that not everything is a good thing. The bullet was still lodged inside his body, which wasn’t the optimal place for foreign matter.

“It’s vibranium dust. I am sure Mr. Stark knows about it. It was in my application papers.” You began disinfecting the area, applying a small dose of lidocaine onto the open cut, just to numb it as much as possible. Somehow you didn’t want this man to feel any more pain that he already had endured, past or present moment.

“You did, about it being inside the body not throwing it like the pissed off Sand man.” The ever so playful with words Tony ladies and gentlemen 

“I might have skipped one or two parts, but they were something I was experimenting with on the side and not on the subject I was offering.” The vibranium took the elegant shape of a sharp scalpel. With a light hand, the pressure made the blade disappear into Bucky’s skin, making a big enough incision. Tweezers fit inside snugly, pulling out the bullet that looked almost destroyed in his body. “ This batch is under my willful control.”

“Transmitter?” Tony’s eyes went over your whole body trying to find something, still consciously making a mental mark, on the little knife you manifested from basically a pile of metal “Doesn’t look like they are voice triggered .”

“The only transmitter is my brain waves.” Placing your fingers over a cup of rubbing alcohol, you dropped in the tweezers and the scalpel, now turned into the same shiny mass as it was originally in its own jar “ Quantum engineered with quarks made from my own tissues.”

“Ssss.” The hissing sound that came out from in-between Tony’s teeth as he took a sharp breath in, send chills down his own back “Masochist aren’t you. Hey, we don’t kink shame here sweetie, don’t worry.” A playful wink flew towards you “Y/N right?” your head nodded, hands putting things in their original place, trying to give the room back its original look “Nice nice. Welcome to the team, glad to have you. Seems like you chose Banner to start off your training. I am deeply offended .” a big hand grabbed onto the fabric over his heart, in the most theatrical way possible “Most people go for the playboy billionaire. I guess not everyone has good taste, don’t worry I will fix it.” 

“Excuse me?” training? Well that definitely was NOT in the list of activities for you internship “Ugh…”

“Sweet cheeks, you didn’t thought I would give access to Avengers information just like that to an intern?” he scoffed at exactly what you were thinking. The rest of the members were observing the situation from the sidelines. It wasn’t yet their time to jump in.

“Look.” His thigh went over the desk, sitting half way onto it, head crooked at you. Tony was focused on the ever so slightly changing lines of your face. He wasn’t the only one holding a breath in in expectation “I went over you application, I was taken back by your idea. It was so outside the box I am kinda jelly I didn’t come up with it. Some more digging here and there... turns out joining my university was done on a whim - second shot to the heart sweetie.” his fingers back onto his chest next to the reactor core “ Lack of history before that, no future ambitions whatsoever. Heck -” Tony’s body slid off the hard flat surface, fixing the jacket slipping off his shoulder. His back was facing you as he began walking towards the exit “ Even your professors were worried about you- gave them a lil call. I just saw a bright cookie I wanted, so I got you.” With a sideways, look he smirked almost like a cat playing with a mouse

“And I plan to keep you here one way or the other, so I offer you this.” Arms spread sideways, garment now resting on the floor, gathering the dust and dirt from all the shoes in here previously “Training, knowledge and access to tech you would never have even in university or the government. Your choice. Become someone who you used to look up to, or go back after the end of your internship.”

  Your eyes moved from the floor, slowly towards his jacket, over it and straight up his body. The breath lodged inside your throat began moving in and out unnoticeable. The two super soldiers could practically hear you inhaling a storm around yourself and Natasha read your body language. To all of them you were as simple as an open brochure. Tony knew, he was just waiting for the moment you crack under. You were but a pile of clay with astonishing properties, ready to be turned into anything.

“I did apply to Stark university as a last choice. BUT! I applied to this internship for the sole reason of doing nothing but the best to build up a reputation and secure a position in the future.” Your voice snuck out from between your soft lips as a rising in octaves whisper. As confidence began to accumulate so did the need for you to prove your qualities “Even if you didn’t tell me this Mr. Stark, I would have still whipped my success onto your face. There is something I just gotta know.”

  The loud laugh echoing from inside his voice box made your whole body flinch, a blink opening your eyes wide simultaneously. “That is my girl! Exactly what I wanted to hear from you. I knew I chose you very very well. And call me Tony, I am not that old yet for Mr.” his heels swung his body like a ballerina to face you for a bit “ First round you have with green angry guy over there. Banner seems to like you already, but I want to see how true those PE grades of yours are. I expect you to take the gym in the building as serious as the rest do, little smarty pants. I would say don’t disappoint, but that look in your eyes shows me you don’t need cheesy lines. ”

  It felt like time froze the moment the owner of the building stepped out of the lab. The heartbeat in your ears was the only thing counting down the seconds passing by you, before a big and firm arm rested onto your right shoulder. Neck cracked a bit looking up at the huge yet gentle owner. He flashed you a smile almost as bright as his blonde hair.

“He tends to mess with newcomers, don’t worry your head about it too much. Was like that with me too.” Captain America looked down at Bucky and then back at you “I leave my oldie here with you, make sure you take good care of him. “

“Thank you sir.” You blurred out, out of respect towards your childhood hero and probably one of the few people who you felt you could talk casually with out side of ‘work’

“Please, call me Steve. Even if you are a baby to the group, you are still an Avenger in training so, no need for formalities with us.”  With a gentle patting motion he pushed himself off you and in the direction of his own room. ”Don’t stay too long and forget to eat, I know how you science people get.”

  Natasha jumped off the stretcher and groaned out, trying to reposition the shoulder that once more was part of her body and not just hanging by muscles and tissues.

“See you later.” She flashed you a smile, red locks of hair dancing like fire around her “Neighbor.” The word sung out playfully, in a teasing big sister manner

“You staying behind for the usual check up?” Bruce’s voice cracked, waves directed towards the super soldier sitting on the stretcher next to you.

“Yeah.” The word bass low almost pushed his head to the side, but he stopped half way- direction opposite from you

“Y/N would you be a dear and do it for me? I have to go and get Clint his meds.” His thin figure skillfully snaked around tables, chairs and desks out of the room - door sliding closed behind him. You could hear the pressured air whistled inside from the movement.

  Pushing the screen over to the Sergeant’s body made you paused. The scanner caught easily the interference caused by his weapons, plastered over his body in bondage style belts and bags.

“Um, you will have to take those off. Sorry.” Your voice but a whisper that only his super senses could catch. With a nod he reach up to the clasp. The straps were pushing into his strong and muscular body so much, the moment he pressed the button they popped off with a jump, landing onto this pectorals seconds later. As much as you tried to stay professional, your eyes kept drifting over his body. Bucky looked huge compared to the TV version of him. Everyone knew he was experimented on by HYDRA and made into an enhanced human, but this man was a walking tank. His biceps and thighs waiting to just bust out of the fabric. Going wide, your eyes connected with your brain, realizing you were practically having weird thoughts over an injured person. Shaking out of it, you pulled back.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. ?” calling out, the interface answered practically before you could finish saying the name

Yes Miss.

“Do a standard scan and a nerve check please.”

Shall I send the results to your tablet?

“Yes, thank you.” The sound of the machine turning on led you to pull the flat screen and look at the image developing as pixels. Bucky’s body didn’t move, a bolder just sitting there and waiting. Yet his eyes caught a glimpse of your body slowly leaning onto the desk, focused on your work, unintentionally exposing your neck to him - the shapes your curves made. Somehow he couldn’t avert his gaze even if his head was empty from thoughts.

Done

“Ok...” the letters were prolonged. Biting your nail you noticed the inflamed nerve on his shoulder, pinched between his metal arm and the flesh of his body. “ Any shoulder pain?” you wanted him to say it, not you showing it

“None that I know of.” He responded, voice like thick caramel- sweet. Breathy as it was, the sigh left your mouth open, pulling your eyelids down over your irises. Your hips pushed you away from the desk and over to his left side. The cold vibranium under your touch felt refreshing. Soon as you found the spot, just the slightest pressure made him grunt.

“Hm.”an amused smirk followed the huff of air through your nose “Well I am sure this is something you know of.” Bucky kept his serious face, looking forward and not acknowledging the pain you pulled out of his extremity “Sergeant Barnes, come on.” He didn’t budge nor would he any time soon and you knew that without a verbal answer or marker

 Inhaling some air, you prepared yourself for a conversation that might just jab at more than his inflamed nerve. It could or couldn’t end up with you dead, but you weren’t getting anywhere with this. Pulling the chair on one leg, you swung it over standing directly in front of the tense man. It was time for a confrontation that no one wanted. With a push of your coat you sat down, crossing your legs and leaning onto the knee, elbow to palm.

“Look, I may not be the best person to have this conversation with or anywhere close to that, but you really need to start opening up at least to the people that care about you. Steve ‘cough cough’.”

  Bucky was still jumping from object to object but staying away from you “Keep your secrets to yourself soldier. Fighting inner demons and past trauma that you don’t even remember is hell, but that doesn’t mean you have to suffer on the outside too. No one would think of you any less if you said ‘hey my shoulder hurt’.” Leaning onto the chair’s back you let your head fall towards the wood behind . Diverting your physical eye contact let him eye you comfortably.

“What would you know about that?” ok he spoke, defensive and aggressive but progress- we are making it

“I don’t, I never said I did. If I could experience what you have, I would do it to understand you.” Side to side your head rubbed over the backrest, little splints tugging on your hair “Trust me, I would make this whole situation a lot better.”

“Is this part of your internship or something?” his words pulled your teeth to your bottom lip, squeezing away gently the remark you wished to make. Maybe a bit of Tony was rubbing off onto you.

“Babysitting problematic kids?” head shot up, as your fingers found your chin, placing your whole demeanor into a thinking position “No, I don’t think so.I don’t tend to brats, not my forte.”

“You seem to let your lips lose in bad situations.” Oh now, now he was mad. “Might end up biting you in the ass later.” You didn’t need superpowers or the bp of his heart to deduce it. Since we jumped over the acceptable line by a mile, no need to turn back now. There is one way to deal with an ass and that was bite back harder.

“Sorry for not walking on eggshells around you. Sergeant Barnes.” You saluted him in a mocking way, leaning back in the chair, basically feeling the waves of anger directed towards you. If this was the Winter Soldier he would have bitten off my throat, disgraceful. - the contractions of your lungs stopped at that thought, so rude...so you? Almost like you knew him personally. Ok, ok time to cool down before something happens.

“How do you expect me to help you if you don’t throw me a bone?” you sighed, feeling still how angry Bucky was about the whole conversation and situation in general. You were in the same headspace, if not in a weird yet familiar one” If the arm hurts, let people help, heck ask Dr. Banner or Tony.” It still felt weird using their first names - energizing no doubt

“They don’t understand, never will, nor will you.” This grown man was acting like a child, like the world didn’t have people who had similar levels of stress in their life. It was slowly crawling up your nerves and igniting a fire that could, if unleashed, burn him down so fast, only the metal arm would be left. But you tried to stay cool and calm, be the adult.

“Fine, do what you want.” Your body shot up as you threw your hands even higher. The lab coat fixed itself back onto you, fingers rubbing the back of your neck. The man sat there hunched over, arm stinging with the most dumbfounded look he could plaster over his stoic façade. “You can go, but if you don’t fix it you will be a burden on the next mission.” And you threw the hook, now all good ol’Bucky had to do is bite and this would be all over in the nick of time. There was a room with your name on it, calling.

  You waited and waited till you noticed the stars pocking inside from the window. Head moving towards your clock made you realize that it was already 9pm. With a jump in your step you pulled all the vibranium back in its original comfy home and inside the space in your new desk. Whipping dust off tech and trying to organize your papers, completely ignoring the tantrum little boy pretty close by.

“Fine.” Bucky’s voice was louder and deeper than before

“What?” your neck tugged on the muscles, letting you look at him with an unbothered look swimming around in your eyes.

“I said fine.Do what you gotta do.” And the verbal consent was given on a whim. Joy filled you up knowing you wouldn’t have to deal with him anymore. All happened in a blink of an eye - arms wrapping around his, a sudden loud and painful swing leading to the crack of his whole metallic prosthetic. This was probably the first time you saw such an expression on his face. His brain now activated to deference mode, reached to grab your neck. Any normal person would piss their pants, but you tried to stay calm. Tapping his wrist you played a small echoing sound, when his eyes landed on the full extension and rotation of his arm.

  The accumulating pressure left his muscles as it showed on his face. Bucky’s eyes were wide, roaming over his arm with the speed of light, pulling a light cough out of your throat.

“Sorry. “ he pulled back instantly.

“I just repositioned your arm you big brute. Next time swing gentle, no need to go through walls.” Palming your neck you pointed at the door

“Now leave me to my work.” A light jump and he was on his legs again doing as you requested, not being able to say anything. Leaning onto the door frame he mumbled something and left.

Sergeant Barnes was thankful Miss.

F.R.I.D.A.Y. informed you, pulling a smirk from deep inside. “Yeah yeah, I know. Tough nut that James Barnes. Such a kid.” One more giggle and it was off to finishing up for you.

[mysteryofthings]

Uh... Tumblr? I know I’m not the first to get these ads but...

“The specific ads you see may be informed by various factors such as the content you are seeing, information you provide, your search history, your friend’s recommendations, the apps you use or based on other interests you may have. It may sound like a lot, but this information is the same stuff every website or app uses to serve ads.”

I don’t have any friends who like Trump and people who complained about this here also don’t lmao.

“Ads are more effective when they are shown to people who are likely to be interested in the product or service advertised.”

Very... effective...

“Unfortunately, until we live in a post-consumerist society built on an economy of surplus instead of scarcity that would enable us to procure both labor and materials at zero marginal cost, there is no way to remove ads from your Tumblr experience.”

XD 

So good to know that there are two extremes: “Post-consumerist society” and “will force you to see fascist, racist, transphobic, homophobic, rapist, misogynistic, child abuser, all around predator, moron, man with incredible power, ableist, enemy to the people” the list goes on.

You can shove all of your ridiculous rhetoric about “mental health awareness” and “inclusivity.” Again, yeah, users always say this. But it is even more embarrassing than usual that you still attempt to use “woke” and “liberal” language and reasoning.

Now that the tags don’t work, you take no responsibility for your algorithms that these ads supposedly pay for, you contribute to silencing marginalized people and equating s** with violence (wouldn’t want this post to disappear by using the s word), I guess I’ll once again try to import/download my Tumblrs and then just delete all of them.

Didn’t think Tumblr could get worse, but you just keep proving everyone wrong.

You know? You could have actually made some sort of money if you’d improved things in ways users wanted. But in spite of what you say, you don’t listen to them. You have bigger fish to fry. Well, good luck on that. I’m sure there are many rich businessmen who will be flocking to put money your pockets because Tumblr is so renowned for being a great networking site for rich conservatives.

@staff​ @support​ @engineering​ @action​

[twilightofthe]

Chapter Sixteen liveblog of The Mandalorian Season 2!  Let’s go!!!

It’s the LAST ONE AHHHHHHH!!!!!

DIN BETTER GET HIS SON BACK IN THIS EPISODE I SWEAR TO FUCK

THEY WILL NOT MAKE ME WAIT AN ENTIRE ASS YEAR ON A CLIFFHANGER FOR ME TO SEE DIN HOLD HIS SON IN HIS ARMS AGAIN FUCK NO

Also they’ve kept who directed this episode a secret and lemme tell you I’m REAL curious as to who it was

Ok ok ok ok ok.  OK.  Here we go

*screaming intensifies*

Ok we getting RIGHT into a space battle

GETTEM BOBA GET EM

Oh but this is Pershing I’m hesitant about him, he let Din go with the baby last time

Hmmm good guy or bad guy

I feel like I’ve seen the actors of these Imp pilots before

OOP there goes Pilot #2

OOOP YEP PERSHING’S A CLONE ENGINEER OOOOOOOOOOH

Ok this guy’s a dickass extraordinaire 

Leave Cara alone lol Luke blasted everyone who saw Alderaan blow up into smithereens you should know that

Shut up bro someone’s gonna kill you

YEP CARA GOT HIM

WOOOOOAH DRAMATIC OPENING

The title card says “The RESCUE” which implies the baby is being RESCUED do NOT fuck with me here Star Wars 

Ok ok so I have no clue what this planet is I’m curious

Also wait if Pershing’s a clone engineer it’ll be real interesting if he and Boba interact

Oh there’s Bo Katan guess she’s back

OH WHOOP THERE’S A FETT AND A KRYZE MEETING

C’MON STAR WARS DON’T MAKE SATINE LOOK BAD IN THIS I’VE ALREADY GONE TO BAT AND SAID THE FETT EXCOMMUNICATION WASN’T HER FAULT XD

“Not all Mandalorians are bounty hunters” bitch you were a TERRORIST holy SHIT Bo Katan why are you like this

ALDKFSJDLK EVEN BO KATAN IS READY TO SQUARE UP OVER A BABY THAT CUTE

Lol whoop never mind

Uh oh here she goes with Boba

To glass eh?

PRINCESS OOOOOH

AND THE CLONES BOOTED MAUL OFF YOUR PLANET AND BAILED YOUR ASS OUT THE FIRST TIME ASSHOLE JESUS

TWICE YOU HAVE LOST YOUR PLANET TWICE

Wait what now about the Darksaber

So it’s a super special cutting saber?  Tf?

THE CHILD IS MY ONLY PRIORITY AAAAAAAA

Lol something tells me Pershing’s not gonna make it past this episode he knows too much and is giving too much information 

The lesbian energy in this scene is immense btw

Booooo you’re talking a BIG game rn

Y’all have no idea how fucking much I love that Boba’s calling Bo Katan princess it’s the funniest thing

Hmmmmmm honestly they should have expected they’d send TIEs instead

HMMMM GIDEON’S GONNA KILL Y’ALL

Lol Bo who taught you to fly

OH NO OH NO IT’S A TRAP I THINK GIDEON KNEW

Wait a minute fucking duh Gideon knew it was Bo Katan’s voice on the comms he’s met her AHHHHHHH

Aaaaaand here come the terminators

Ohhh so I guess Bo and Fennec and the wlw squad are the distraction

MORE LACK OF OSHA VIOLATIONS AGAIN FOR FUCK SAKE THAT IS DEEP SPACE GODDAMMIT

YAYYYYY GIRLS

Ok so it’s taken this long for Mando to pass the Bechdel test but ngl this is worth it

Wait a fuck so where’s Pershing in all of this?  With Boba?

WELL DIN MAYBE IF YOU HAD RAN A BIT FASTER YOU WOULDN’T BE FIGHTING THE TERMINATOR AHHHHHHHHH

Ok so THERE’S the spear

Hahaaaaa he spaced all the Terminators hahahaha

GIDEON’S GUARDING THE BABY AS YOU SHOULD KNOW BO KATAN

If he’s holding the Darksaber to the baby’s neck I swear--

AAAAAAAHHHHH I FUCKING KNEW IT LEAVE HIM THE FUCK ALONE ASSHOLE FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK

STOP IT

Ok fine Thrawn 2.0

DON’T TRUST HIIIIIIIIM DON’T TRUST HIM DON’T TRUST HIM DON’T TRUST HIIIIIIIIIIIIIM

I HATE THIS ALL SO MUCH DIE BITCH DIE

NONONONONONONONONONONONONO

AAAAHHHHH I KNEW IT

GET THE SPEAR DIN GET THE SPEAR

THE SPEAR THE SPEAR AAAAHHHHH YES

Ok how is it possible so far that not even Din’s CLOAK has been sliced off

AHAHAHA NO BITCH KILL HIM

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Oho so we getting some Bo and Gideon drama now!

Whaaaaat since when Sabine gave it to Bo Katan no fight?????

Ooooop the Terminators are back

I knew this was too easy

The Terminators coming back now are like when you roll a nat 20 earlier in a RPG and get rid of one of the really cool bosses the DM wanted to use and now the DM’s like “nOPE I’M STILL USING THEM”

FFS HE HAS A LOCKPICK NOOOOOOOOO

OH NO OH NO OH NO OH NO BABY DOESN’T LOOK TOO GOOD AAAAHHHHH HEEEEEEELP

Gideon Shut The FUCK Up Challenge

Oh NOW who’s showing up

Who’s in the X Wiiiiiiiing

I DON’T LIKE THIS WHO IS THIS WHO 

Ahsoka???

NO WRONG HEAD SHAPE

THAT’S A LIGHTSABER AAAAAAAAA WHO WHO WHAT

LUKE OR EZRA GREEN GREEN GREEN GREEN THAT’S LUKE OR EZRA THAT’S ONE OF MY BOYS HOLY SHIT

HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIIIIIIIT AAAAHHHHHHH

I don’t know if Ezra could take out all those terminators that easily though

OK RIGHT HAND BLACK GLOVE??????

But is that Luke’s saber tho I can’t tell I don’t know?!?!?!??!?!

YEP THE OTHER HAND DOESN’T HAVE A GLOVE THAT’S LUKE THAT’S LUKE THAT’S LUKE THAT’S LUUUUUUUKE!!!! 

I’M GONNA CRY

OH SHIT BO’S DOWN OH SHIT

WHOOP CARA GOT GIDEON NOOOOO JUST LET HIM DIE GAH

And the baby sees the Jedi aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

OK JEDI VS DARKTROOPERS COME ON LUKE GET EM

WAIT NO THAT HAND DIDN’T LOOK WHITE THO COULD IT BE EZRA?

NO BUT THE ONE BLACK GLOVE

Y’ALL I AM ON CLOUD NINE RIGHT NOW THIS HAS MADE ME THE HAPPIEST PERSON IN THE WORLD

Ok good I think Bo’s back up again

LUKELUKELUKELUKELUKE?????

YEP I’D KNOW THAT GAY-ASS BELT ANYWHERE

IT’S HIIIIIIIM

I’M FUCKING CRYING OH MY GOD

IS HE A JEDI BIIIIIITCH

Ok the CGI Mark’s kinda scary ngl

Ok Baby’s not gonna wanna go with him and Disney BETTER not make Luke look bad when he says no

OH SHIT HE TOOK HIS HELMET OFF SO THE BABY COULD SEE HIS FACE KSLDJKLSJKLFSDLKJFJKLSAKJ AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I’M GONNA FUCKIN DIE THIS IS TOO MUCH THIS IS WAAAAAAAAAAY TOO MUCH FOR MY HEART

OH NO OH NO OH NO DIN NOOOOOOO DON’T LEAE YOUR SON

NO 

NO NONO NO NO NO HE LOVES YOU

EVERYONE ELSE COVER YOUR EYES FUCKERS

Ok now R2 is just fanservice lmao

Ok now it is ILLEGAL Luke never called this kid Baby Yoda he would ABSOLUTELY do so 

OK ALSO BUT LUKE HOLDING HIS BABY GRANDMASTER IS THE CUTEST THING IN THE UNIVERSE

OK OK OK BUT ALSO NO LUKE YOU GOTTA GIVE HIM BACK NOW

DIN’S CRYING HONEY NOOOOOOOO

That’s IT

what the FUCK NOOOOOOOO

OK THIS WAS A GOOD END BUT AT THE SAME TIME NOOOOOO YODITO CAN’T STAY WITH LUKE WITH HIS MURDER-HAPPY HELLSPAWN NEPHEW AROUND

Also who’s Peyton Reed?

Anyway but AHHHHHH ok so this is setting up a conflict of Mando succession where once again I don’t know what the fuck they’re talking about, Bo took the Darksaber just fine from Sabine in Rebels without a fight????????

Gah it’s early and I’m still tired talk later

but AHHHHHH

[rainbowravioli]

For the general OC questions: 2, 17, 19 (if different from 2), 24, 43! Sorry that's so many, you don't have to do all of them xD

I will do all of them and I am very thankful you asked! I hope you don’t mind crappy sketches for some of the presentations (and thank you for the scar brush <3).

2. Do you have a personal favourite among your OCs? My favourite boy is Ziv. He’s been around since I was 15. He’s 21, a middle child, loves baking, photography and the colour yellow, has a hard time making friends, believes in the supernatural and his story starts after he wakes up in the middle of a graveyard with a bloody shirt and nobody being able to see him except for his two childhood friends.

My favourite girl is Mia. She was around before but her story and development have been highly affected by me getting my diagnosis. She’s 27, has a twin sister, is a ball of insecurities brought upon by her health problems and feeling like a burden to her family, loves swimming and stargazing, and ~circumstances~ have led to her now carrying the soul of a cosmic wolf inside her body (which came with its own set of physical changes) that she must now return to the sky.

17. Any OC OTPs?

With them being my OCs, instantly all the pairings are OTPs (except for the relationships that are bad on purpose) but hey let’s go with Mia and Lai’lani. This starts as a bodyguard job, it evolves into battle couple through trust and understanding, goes into full on mutual pining, ends in Extreme Loyalty, Devotion and Protectiveness. They bring out the best in each other and help each other deal with the worst. Bonus height difference (not pictured but Lani’s race is bigger than humans, she’s holding Mia up here).

(Also all my Dragon Age OCs x respective LI are otps as well)

19. Introduce an OC that means a lot to you (and explain why)

Both the above mean a lot of me, I think Mia especially does at the moment since I’m using her to work through my current issues, but just so we’re different I’m going to talk about Diniz/Mars.

Diniz is a very eager but bit confused 18 years old on the verge of going to college for a painting degree but his real dream is to be a tattoo artist. So when I made Diniz and built his character arc I was 100% using him to work through my sexuality. Diniz discovers he’s bi during his story and is dealing with it, and that was a way I found to deal with my own thing. Making him a boy and also completely different from me in terms of personality helped me keep a safe distance. Such a safe distance that I was still very much in denial that that’s what I was doing. He did great at his job! And years later I even changed his original extremely sad ending (I was projecting) because let him have good things.

24. If you could meet one OC of yours, who would it be and why?

I guess just any of the ones that suffer the most so I could apologize. Or the one with healing magic as long as he got to keep it so he could use it on me :D

43. Do you have any certain type when you create your OCs? Do you tend to favour some certain traits or looks? It’s time to confess

I love my martyrs, love my genuinely good person doing their best but seeing themselves as disposable and so willing to sacrifice it all for others. Love my dramatic and fashionable villains. I also greatly enjoy contrasts, something that is particularly obvious with my WoW OCs (see my Blood Elf Hunter being an engineer or my Wildhammer Dwarf being a Warlock). I have many OCs so I try to keep the looks varied but I do notice that I have way more characters with wavy/curly hair over straight.

[calliecat93]

ST: TNG Watchthrough Episodes 17-20.

Home Soil: So from what I’ve read, this would be Gene Roddenberry’s final episode as showrunner before getting replaced by writer Maurice Hurly. I won’t comment on the behind the scenes drama and such that caused it because it was decades ago and not relevant for a First Watchthrough post, but since this is the last I wanted to make note of it. My thoughts? It was okay. This is very much borrowing from the TOS episode Devil in the Dark (the one with the Horta) with the plot being of an alien presence killing humans... but only because the humans were unknowingly causing it harm. It’s done fine enough, not being any better or worst than when TOS did it, but that’s about it. It does executed it a little differently with the events and the alien is FAR less willing to comply than the Horta was at first and ends with the alien backing down, but refusing contact with humans for three centuries, which DOES make it a nice contrast to how Devil in the Dark ended. It’s not great. It’s not horrible. It’s just okay with the biggest criticism being pulling too much from TOS again. Look, I love TOS and so far TNG hasn’t passed it. I outright have a 30 disc Blu-Ray set coming in the next few days of all the TOS material, including TAS and the films. If I want to revisit TOS, I’ll go watch it or read fanfiction or heck, go watch AOS. TNG has remained painfully average or not good at this point because it’s trying to retain what TOS had, despite it being over 20 years later and even the TOS films had changed how it did things compared to the show. Whatever one feels about Roddenberry, his removal I hope helped push TNG away from TOS and let it carve it’s own identity while still honoring what TOS had stood for, and according to history it did. Not sure if we’ll see the quality go up in these final few S1 episodes, but still. Sorry, felt appropriate to finally get this out here. Going back to the episode, it’s perfectly fine and it delivers it’s message well, and hey it’s not always a bad idea to showcase the same themes as the previous incarnation in a spinoff especially fi a relevant one/gets shown to viewers who hadn’t seen that TOS episode. Not the best, not the worst, and that’s not such a bad way to end up. 3/5.

Coming of Age: Alright Wesley, it took a bit but you’re starting to grow on me. So we have Wesley going through a test to get into the Academy while Picard and the crew are dealing with some rough interrogations and Picard being painted as an incompetent captain by the interrogator. They don’t seem that connected, but infact the latter is a test for Picard to determine if e’s ready for a promotion. I like how they bring up Picard’s actions in past continuity that WOULD present him as at least fallible to major error, ignoring certain conditions that caused it to begin with and how he got them out of the situation. Like I said, this was one of Wesley’s better episodes. While doing well with testing, his worry about the psyche test and not knowing his own fear and therefore worried about what the test will unleash upon him is very relatable. Heck his talk with Worf was a really nice scene, especially with Worf outright stating that only fools fear nothing which in turns add more depth and dimensions to the Klingons. The reveal fo his greatest fear, while I wish he had hesitated a little bit more, made perfect sense and he acted as a true Starfleet Officer. Which since this was before Undiscovered Country, is a VERY positive development. Picard guiding a kid who made a stupid decision was also good and shows why he’s a good captain, and his talk to him as well as encouraging a disappointed Wesley at the end was a nice moment to cap the episode off with. As far as Wesley goes, he may still be presented as too competent and intelligent, but he is more likeable and the testing setting allows him to shine like this without, again, affecting the adult characters. Plus text anxiety is super relatable haha. Now of course due to Status Quo is God, Wesley fails, but he takes it well and proved that he will be ready for it in the future. It was a pretty nice episode all in all. Nothing spectacular, but I enjoyed it, neither plot overpowered the other, had a good theme of one’s integrity as a person/doing your best, good use of past continuity, and it really shows the best in characters like Picard, Wesley, and the crew’s loyalty to the former. 4/5.

Heart of Glory: Back in TOS, the Klingons were depicted as war-loving jerks. They weren’t without some depth and episodes like Day of the Dove did attempt to give them a bit more positive limelight, but it wasn’t enough to overpower the one-dimensional characterization. The films were a bit better, Undiscovered Country especialy, but that one hadn’t been made yet and they still stuck with the ruthless characterization, just changed up the makeup to make them look more alien like. It was weird sicne whenever I ddi watch TNG back when that’s all I knew of Star Trek, Worf never came across like a ruthless warmonger but like an honorable warrior which made him stand-out amongst the cast for me (that and because I freakin’ love Michael Dorn due to his animation voice over work, anyone else remember I.M. Weasel? XD). So now we get an episode where Worf gets to interact with other Klingons. I lift a brow at Worf not knowing about most Klingon customs when he seemed perfectly knowledgeable about i in past episodes. Maybe that wad due tot he shift after getting rid of Roddenberry/ IDK, but these kinds of retcons happens sometimes. This was an interesting one for sure. The Klingons are much better presented here than the entirety of TOS, showing more of their culture/customs and compared to Worf, who was raised by humans and therefore not fully in touch with his people and their ways. This is probably one of, if not the first time he’s interacted with his full culture and naturally he’d want to interact with them and learn more now that he has the chance. There’s the themes of one growing in another culture, how they adapt while still trying to be part of that culture, and finding one’s own path. There is the question on why Worf wans’t just returned tot he Klingons as a child and IDK if they address it down the line, but that type of life and struggle with identity/culture clash due to upbringing IS real and VERY relatable. I’m really glad to see the Klingons fleshed out past their TOS depiction and it’s overall respected by the cast, showing how far things have come since Kirk’s time. It fleshes out Worf’s character a great deal and makes him more likable/relatable and giving him a very realistic struggle, and in the end he stands by his beliefs and even gets the respect and offer to serve with Klingons in the future by Klingon Captain K’Nera. Very much glad that I watched this one~ 4/5.

The Arsenal of Freedom: Oh boy, war machines that killed everything! That theme never gets old! I’m not joking, with how modern warfare and technology are growing and being sold for profit, it feels like it just keeps getting more and more relevant. There’s a lot of tension in this one with Yar, Data, and Riker dealing with the arsenal that is intelligent and they’re unable to be beamed up, the ship getting attacked with Geordi in command and the Chief Engineer (they seem to go through a LOT of those this season, guess they couldn’t handle the strain of acting as miracle workers like Scotty) being an asshole to him, and Crusher injured with Picard trying to keep her alive and not get killed. Seriously, I loved Geordi here for being an effective acting commanding officer during a VERY intense situation AND telling off the Chief Engineer without even so much as raising is voice while encouraging the other officers. Badass and admirable. The away team scenes were also good with everyone being plain awesome~ Crusher having to explain to Picard how to treat her injuries while she’s in obvious pain was really good character stuff and Thank God that they avoided indulging in the obvious shipping fodder. I know they’ve hinted a little at Picard/Crusher... but I’m not really interested in it int he romantic sense at least currently. It comes off as a Captain and CMO trusting the other (not quite the same as say... Kirk and McCoy, but the trust is very much strong here plus Picard and Crusher should be allowed to form their own dynamic) and that’s the kind of interaction I live for~! It feels like everyone got a moment to shine, even Troi checking on Geordi’s mental well-being and letting him express some of his nervousness was really nice. And of course the arsenal having destroyed their own creators... like I said, a theme that just seems to grow more and more in relevance. Like I said above, some themes are necessary to repeat, and this one very much qualifies. But yeah this was great for it’s tensions, the characters being all great especially Geordi, and it’s themes (even fi IDK how intentional it was) being a huge reminder of the dangers of modernized warfare/using warfare for profit. It doesn’t go well. 4.5/5.

Okay, it’s late in the season, but we are FINALLY getting somewhere! The characters have truly grown on me and their characterizations are getting better (i.e. Picard is still a serious captain, but is very much warming up and not as cold as he was early on), the stories are steadily improving, and even with what I said about the first one, I really enjoyed this batch of episodes! Only five remain in the season, and the plan is to knock ‘em all out tomorrow. Might take a day or two off before tarting Season 2, but golly I’m finally feeling excited~!

[rex101111]

2, 3, 7, 11, 15, and 19 for meta fanfiction asks!

2.  Tell us about what you’re most looking forward to writing – in your current project, or a future project

Once I have more time on my hands, I really wanna get back to writing the second chapter of “She is the moonlight”, like there’s so many fun scenes in my head I wanna write down (as you should know becc;D) and I really wanna get back to it.

Also I had a few Eri ideas and it has been ages since I wrote for my daughter, which is a travesty, and I need to get back on that XD

3.  What is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need? (consider this permission to write it and/or share it anyway)

gaaaah which one??? Like, there’s one where Bakugou grows a moral center and gets on his hands and knees for deku to forgive him for telling him to kill himself (but that would take an entire fic’s worth of set up to properly build up and fuuu-).

Or I would really like to write this like short inbetween scene with Inko. Just after they get the news from UA that the students will move to the dorms but the night before All Might comes to visit to convince Inko it’s a good idea, but I wanna write a bunch about Inko’s life before that, maybe expand on her own personal experience with heroes? Maybe give her some prior reason to doubt Izuku would be safe with UA? Nana cameo to explain her earlier hairstyle like maybe Inko was a hero fan but grew out of it and saw a bunch of heroes get hurt and-...fuck it:

“Are you sure it’s okay?”

It isn’t. It isn’t even slightly okay, but Izuku has that smile on his face. That fragile one, the kind she’s broken before. She remembers that night, as clear as if it were yesterday; her little boy crying and shaking in front of a computer screen after being told all his dreams were worthless.

There’s a pit in the bottom of her stomach, and as it grows the urge to tell him no grows with it. She felt Kamino from her kitchen, her TV screen a peak into the apocalypse. 

Not even a week before he son was on a hospital bed with his arms broken in two dozen places, and then his teachers, and even some of his friends, were neck deep in something even worse.

She should say no.

She has every right to tell him no.

But he has that smile on his face.

“Of course dear.” Her mouth is full of lead, her smile feels heavy and fetid on her face. “Go see what you need to pack.”

He hugs her, kisses her cheek, rushes off to his room while calling her the best, and she can barely register any of it. She finds her way, somehow, to her couch, and puts her face in her hands.

Heroes die Inko, her mother’s voice echoes out, cold but afraid, they help and they save and they win, but at the end they die.

She was young before All Might showed up, very young, be she had memories of before; of early heroes crashing against overwhelming odds, of mass funerals and of hero agencies closing down not from lack of funding but lack of personal.

She thinks back to the summer camp (do you really need to come back?), to the shopping mall (he’s smiling put keeps putting a hand to his neck), to the sports festival (his fingers are a shade of purple so vivid she can see it even when they zoom out), to that last week before middle school graduation (Where did all that confidence come from, she thought she broke it all...). She remembers her little boy, covered in bruises and wiping away his tears (Mitsuki asking what her “brat” did this time, Inko doesn’t know what to say).

She thinks of him smiling and crying as he showed her his acceptance letter, of him pouring over his homework every morning, of unwrapping bandages from his broken fingers as he promises her (again) that he’ll be more careful.

She sees, as clear as day, her son, her baby, her Izuku, motionless and bleeding as the world burned around him and some monster without a face and without a heart laughs at him.

(All Might barely made it out alive. Kamino is a warzone. Her son, with broken arms and a broken smile and broken-and broken-and broken-)

She gets up from the couch in a rush, races for the faucet in her kitchen, and vomits so powerfully she starts coughing and tearing up.

She breathes heavily for a few moments, silently wiping her mouth as she waits for Izuku to rush down the stairs to check on her. He doesn’t, mercifully he didn’t hear her. She rinses the taste from her mouth, cleans her face, sobs, cleans her face again, and then goes to her computer with a stomp in her step and her lips in a thin line.

With a heavy heart but a steady, determined hand she types in “Hero School admittance and transfer” into the search engine and spends the next two hours reading about Shiketsu, and Ketsubutsu, and Isamu, and a hundred other names she only heard about in vague news snippets.

She’ll break his heart, that smile, like ten years didn’t pass and nothing changed, but she forges onward. He’ll feel betrayed, he’ll feel lied to, but she is done with UA, she is done with her son coming home with broken bones.

She is done and she afraid and she will not let her son be chewed up and spat out like he means nothing, like he’s just another sacrifice for the system that promises All Might but only fills out graves.

She won’t take his dream, he needs to know she still believes in him, but Inko Midoriya is done trusting her child’s safety to someone else who doesn’t know him, doesn’t know his wounds and scars like she does, doesn’t know his hopes and his heart and all the tiny little things that makes Izuku who he is like she does.

She doesn’t know who will come in a few days to convince her, but they will be wasting their time. She feels guilty for that, but only for a moment. She made a list, it has a dozen or so names on it. Options, choices, for Izuku to decide and not her.

She raises from her computer chair with a groan and a pain in her lower back and the bottom of her chest. She climbs the stairs to her bedroom, stopping briefly to look at Izuku’s door. The same childish All Might sticker proudly staring back at her. There’s no noise behind the door, he’s asleep, and after everything the last few days had thrown at him, she doesn’t have the heart to take even a minute of sleep away from him.

She lays down on top of the covers without changing out of her day clothes, exhaustion in her bones. She looks at her bedside table, sees the one picture she still has of her husband. A hand on her shoulder and a baby with grass green hair in her hands.

He’s smiling widely at the camera, reaching for it with his hands.

She buries her face in her pillow and waits for sleep to take her.

(FUCK DONE HERE HAVE IT BLAH)

7.  What do you think are the characteristics of your personal writing style? Would others agree?

Personally I think my style is descriptive. Like most of the time I describe what’s going on in like a “third person narrator” sort of way and dialog is actually relatively short and to the point. Like, there’s a lead up to what a person says, their expression and body language plus an action, the line, and then a follow through on that and then repeating with the next person and so on.

Also I can go on tangents if a story is character-centric, like focuses on a single character then I go ham on introspection...as demonstrated by the above ^^;

11. What do you envy in other writers?

The ability to write down and rely on an outline. Like, I just cannot for the life of me really stick to a plan for too long, like I have the general idea and just add to it as I go. Writing by the seat of my pants is the only way I know how and it either gets me something I like the look of or it doesn’t get me anything at all.

15. Which is harder: titles or summaries (or tags)?

Titles are the last thing I think of, so I guess that XD I usually try not to stress out about summaries too much, usually I just either pick an interesting line from the fic, say something vaguely deep, or depend on a template. Like with my Eri shorts I always use that Two Lines for the summary, “character does something, the result of that action in as vague wording as possible”

Tags are also kinda confusing, like, do I tag everything about it XDD that’d take me longer than it took to write the damn thing!

19.  s there something you always find yourself repeating in your writing? (favourite verb, something you describe ‘too often’, trope you can’t get enough of?)

Adding shit (like this) is so much fun, though I try not to over indulge XD Also a smile either “crawls” or “forms” on someone’s face, that’s the only way. Also long sentences. Also lots of “,”

Lots of short sentences describing something vaguely.

(Long paragraphs in parenthesis describing something that happened in the past or a character having deep thoughts because that shit can’t just be a fluid part of the text nooo it needs to be it’s own separate things it needs to break up the flow for a second that’s the whole point-)

and that’s what I can think of XD Call me out on other stuff I’m sure I’m blind to plenty of my bullshit XD

Thanks a lot Becc! 

[chubbyooo]

Blurred Lines:Cursed Past Chapter 70: The Ranger

first of all how have there been 70 of these things my lord XD not much else to say except my country is in lockdown so plenty of incentive to write

Ash and Gacen continue their search for the ranger

Ash peered through the macrobinoculars as she heard an audible groan from the whiney impatient zabrak for maybe the hundredth time today “ugghhhhhhhh how long is this going to taaaaake” Ash set her binoculars down and let out a sigh. They had set up lookout on top of the ship and he was lying flat on the top of the hull clearly frustrated with how long they had been here, but he wasn't the only one and his incessant whining was making it so much worse.

Ash took a deep breath “I don’t know Gacen but what did you expect we weren’t just going to instantly find this ranger guy, they said they only come around now and again” Gacen turned over groaning into the ships hull Ash rolled her eyes this week had truly shown what an impatient child he could be

Ash had to admit she was excited they were so close though maybe it’d help her compulsive need to help the prick, “I knowwww I’m just sooo booored” he had a point she was pretty bored too even she had her limits. Ash scoffed at the wines of Gacen how would she shut him up she looked around her and noticed a hydro spanner she’d brought up to secure her lookout, she smiled giving it an underarm toss next to Gacen. It hit the hull with a clang and Gacen jumped up with a loud yelp, Ash snorted with laughter as she watched him stumble around for balance. Eventually he turned to Ash “Hey what the fuck that could have hit me Ash” Ash just smiled at him as he sulked 

Ash smirked “you had it coming” Gacen frowned at her as he sat back down not appreciating her fun “to be fair you always have it coming a little bit” Gacen began to sulk looking away “oh come on dude I was only joking” he looked like a kid who’d been denied his favourite toy “you are not going to make me feel bad about this how dare you” I smile crept across the edge of his face, Ash groaned “I hate you so much” why was she like this

He smirked “I had you going though you’re so easy to make feel bad I swear” Ash had to admit he was right it was way too easy, she took another look through the macrobinoculars still nothing.

They waited for another few hours before Ash caught something entering the atmosphere “Gacen Gacen look there’s actually something up there” she pointed but quickly realised that Gacen was asleep. She watched as the moderately sized craft came into view; it wasn’t the same cruiser they had found at the Horned Rancors base in fact much bigger but she imagined Risha wouldn’t want to show that off. It seemed like it could house tons of people but it would certainly be comfortable for a droid, in any case it looked promising. They needed to look more conspicuous; she jumped and slid down to where Gacen was picking him up by the collar and heading off the roof of the ship as quick as she could.

As she jumped down to the ground Gacen woke up looking around “what’s going on” he struggled in her grip but gave up quickly, she lead them under the ship behind the landing ramp and shushed him

She whispered “there’s a ship coming in looks like it could be the ranger” Gacen nodded his face lighting up

He whispered back “finally, well let’s get out there” he looked down realising Ash was still holding him limp by the collar he sighed “do I weigh anything to you?” Ash hadn’t even realised she was still holding him

Ash smiled “not really it’s like a warm up dumbbell” Gacen sulked wriggling out of Ash’s grip “Ok like we rehearsed you go ‘meet’ with him and put the fake tracker on him I’ll put the real one on the ship” Gacen nodded and started to head towards the town. 

It was a bit of a convoluted plan but Ash thought the only way the droid would feel safe is if they had thought they had already removed a tracker, especially if it was Risha’s droid. Gacen definitely had the better chance at acting like an idiot than her, heck he was basically method acting.

Ash waited until she saw the Ranger droid cross the wasteland towards the town, it really looked like one of those lone ranger types you’d find on rural planets it had the poncho and everything. Although that was probably to hide the droid parts it’s movements were very robotic though it was amazing it hadn’t been caused but then again that town wasn’t exactly advanced.

Soon Ash was making her way towards where she saw the ship land and soon found herself outside a Starscape-Class yacht this was not a cheap buy to say the least and what? it was used for transport, very outside its job description. She made sure her gun was at the ready and got out her slicing gear, soon she had lowered the landing ramp and watched as turrets lowered ready to shoot her but didn’t fire any bolts thanks to some more quick slicing. She crept into the rather large ship and quickly found it was full to the brim with boxes the vast majority of them empty, she wondered what Gacen would say to a Yatch being used for such ‘crude’ transportation. She knew she should just plant the tracker and go but she had to admit she was curious, she made her way to the engine room and sure enough the little contraption they’d bought on Gabredor III was attached to this engine too, the chances of this being Risha was only increasing.

She made her way to the cockpit which took her way too long with the size of the ship but eventually she reached the cockpit and found it just as full of boxes as everywhere else this droid sure didn’t know much about comfort. Her comm fluttered to life suddenly “Ash the Ranger’s on their way back you need to get out of there” Ash’s mind returned back to the reasons she was here, she found a random box unlikely to be checked and placed the tracker on the inside before making her way to the entrance. 

She made her way out and quickly ran for cover looking at her datapad and beginning to try and close the landing ramp before the ranger returned, it had just about closed when she heard the sound of mechanical movement into the space. She peered over the rocks to see them head towards the door seemingly oblivious to her presence, she watched as they flicked off the tracker Gacen had placed on them, good thing too she was starting to worry this had been unnecessary. The ramp descended and they began to walk up but then she watched as they peered around the area for a second, she shrunk down hoping she hadn’t been spotted. After the longest second of her life they continued up the ramp and Ash waited there until they were taken off and far away, she let out a long sigh of relief all was looking good

She quickly made her way back to the ship where Gacen was already plotting in the coordinates with the tracker “nice one Ash that dumb droid had no idea about the second tracker” Ash smiled jumping into the cockpit seat.

Ash looked to Gacen “alright let’s follow that droid, there were a load of odd things in the ship I think we’re on the right track dude this might be it” Gacen smiled back before a wave of nervousness crossed his face

Gacen looked away and swallowed “yeah I uh I guess it’s time” Ash smiled at him taking his hand, she could feel it shaking as she took it.

Ash wasn’t good at sentimentality but she’d try “dude it’s gonna be just fine and trust me if she’s a bitch to you I will kick her ass ok” was that ok she couldn’t tell

Gacen nodded a slight smile crossing his face “yeah I know Ash, I’ve played this moment over in my mind so many times good and bad but now it’s here I feel like I dunno if I can even take it” Ash nodded she kind of understood the sentiment

Ash smiled “dude it’s going to be fine I promise I’m here for you regardless” Gacen took a long deep breath and then grabbed the controls to give chase 

Gacen held the controls tight “you’re right it’s gonna be fine, next stop Rish”...

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Supply Run

One-Shot, 1′817 Words Star Wars/JSE Egos Crossover

(( hm. Sam wasn’t supposed to be in this AU. Nor was Angus??? I’m not really sure how that happened- Clans Magniif and Venat were made up for the purpose of this AU. Also The italics in the dialogue for this mean they’re speaking Mando’a instead of Basic, so they’re a translation. Aaaand I’m going more with the Star Wars Rebels version of Mandalorians for this AU than what there was in The Mandalorian. I think that’s everything oof XD ))

Warnings: Swearing, Violence, Minor Character Death, Child Death, Character Injury, Guns Characters: Marvin the Magnificent, Septic Eye Sam, Angus the Survival Hunter

Coming out of hyperspace, the pilot leaned forward in his seat to speak into the ship’s communications.

“This is Marvin,” he said while keeping his eyes fixed ahead, “I’m approaching the planet. I have the supplies.”

No answer from the other end. He couldn’t help but glare from behind his helmet. He rechecked the coordinates he was headed for; they were still correct. He wasn’t entering the atmosphere from the wrong territory.

“Sami, this is Marvin. Requesting permission to land.”

Silence.

“This is Marvin—is anyone there?”

He tried again, again, one more time—nothing.

“This is Marvin, entering planetary atmosphere. If you don’t want me landing, better speak now.”

Lower, lower, he could see the cracks marring the barren ground now. In the distance, black smoke billowed high into the sky. He narrowed his eyes at it. It was exactly where he was headed. Something heavy settled in the pit of his stomach.

“This is Marvin, someone talk to me. What happened?” No answer. He smacked the console. “Hello? Is anyone there?”

Finally, finally, something happened. Not what he wanted, but something.

Two blips appeared on his radar and they were closing in fast. One of them fired, hitting Marvin’s left engine. He grit his teeth and tried desperately to steady the ship for its inevitable crash-landing.

“This is Marvin, Clan Magniif, House Kryze—why are you firing?! You’re in Clan Magniif land!”

Another shot jostled his ship; he was losing altitude. Fast.

He reached blindly for his jetpack with one hand, the other still trying in vain to steady the ship. The device attached to the beskar plating on his back with ease, he slammed the release for the cockpit, and lunged out of the plummeting ship. Years of practice made it easy for him to steady himself and hover right where the ship had been—right where the seat had been beneath him—moments ago as he scanned the skies for his attacker.

“I don’t know who you are or if you can even hear me,” he growled into an open comm network, fighting his own tongue for the shift into the Basic he so rarely used, “but if you’re stupid enough to attack a Mandalorian, you better fucking make sure you kill ‘em.”

There was no way his attackers were Mandalorian. The move had been far too cowardly: Ambush the unarmed supply transport, try to kill the pilot while he couldn't defend himself. That wasn’t their way—not for any of the clans. He would have at least gotten an answer, however vague, that he wasn’t welcome there.

So who the hell was in Magniif-controlled territory..?

The two TIEs that circled around for another attack were answer enough.

He had explosives at his belt, blasters at either hip, a fully fueled jetpack magnetized to his back, electrostaff slung around his shoulder, but he couldn’t exactly say he’d ever gotten into a dogfight without a goddamn ship.

Go for the wings, he told himself. Plant the explosives on those flimsy fuckers’ wings.

He bolted to the side, then straight up, when the shooting started again. Both fighters overshot and had to circle back around.

That is, if he could even get close enough to grab onto one of them. Here comes the challenge.

Marvin jetted off to the nearest of the pair. He kept himself zagging through the air, kept himself out of range of the guns, reached an arm out and winced as he grabbed hold of one of the wings and could feel the strain it put on his shoulder when the TIE just kept moving. The pilot shouted something at him and the craft was suddenly spinning. It took everything he had just to hold on.

His gloved fingers wanted to slip on the smooth metal, the hatch wouldn’t budge when he tried to pry it open. He banged his head against the wing not once, but twice, through all the spinning and couldn’t be more grateful for the beskar protecting keeping his head from being cracked open.

Hold on. Just a little longer, he told himself. Wait for…now.

When there was a lull in the spinning so the pilot wouldn’t make themself dizzy he pulled an explosive from his belt and smacked it down against the wing’s attachment to the cockpit. A second followed, then a third. All activated, all ticking down. A little nod at his work and he jumped away from the TIE.

The wing was easily blown off and he watched the fighter spiral for the desert so far below and go up in flames when it hit the ground. He offered a brief smirk before focusing his attention on the second TIE.

The second went down far easier than the first. A newly graduated pilot if he was to guess; a rookie who’d underestimated their enemy.

Marvin flew down to the surface to check that both pilots were dead, then took off for his home. He could still see the smoke, still wasn’t getting any answers. He wasn’t sure where the supply ship had landed, but that was the last thing on his mind. Where the hell were his people?

Activating his electrostaff as he landed, Marvin scanned the area with a careful eye.

Every last one of their ships had been destroyed. That explained the smoke.

Some of their sturdier buildings had holes ripped into the walls and not a single tent still stood. Some had been burned to nothing, others collapsed at the supports. A few stormtrooper bodies littered the ground, but the brunt of the damage looked like it had come from above.

“This is Marvin. Is anyone here?”

He kicked a blaster from a trooper’s body and ducked around one of his clan’s destroyed fighters.

“Clan Magniif of House Kryze, show yourselves.”

Nothing.

Poised for another attack, Marvin stalked toward the nearest building. Their leader’s quarters lay within.

“This is Marvin. Clan Magniif, are you here?”

He inched forward, into their leader’s quarters, couldn’t help the growl that bubbled up from his throat. It looked like an explosion had gone up in her room—one probably had—and there she lay. Shrapnel had found its way between her armor plating.

Marvin knelt at her side and felt for a pulse. Nothing.

He couldn’t tell if it was the internal bleeding or ruptured organs that had killed her. Did it really matter? She was dead either way.

“This is Marvin. What the hell happened here?” He wasn’t expecting an answer anymore. Not when he found one of the clan’s children, helmet ripped away and shot execution-style, outside one of the downed tents. Not when he saw two other adult warriors who’d suffered the same fate laying nearby.

He could about piece together what had happened.

The Empire had threatened them long enough. It had only been a matter of time before it “made an example of them.” They never should have helped those Rebel forces.

Marvin’s fingers tightened around his staff. Knowing the Empire, they’d swooped in with far more support than even a Mandalorian clan could handle.

More bodies of his people, most killed the same way: Helmets torn away likely while they were pinned down, tossed aside like they meant nothing, shot point-blank.

Anger burned in his chest. The Empire was a coward.

He—they—

He bared his teeth, and when a hand grabbed for his ankle he spun sharply and pointed one of the charged ends of his staff at—

“Sami?”

He was met only by ragged breathing and the sight of his comrade pinned under one of their destroyed fighters. When Marvin tried to move it so he could pull Sami out from under it, the heavy craft barely budged.

Sami was clawing weakly at the metal pinning them down, at the armor on their chest, as they coughed and wheezed for air. When Marvin stood up—plasma cutter, maybe he could find one and cut the fighter away—Sami reached desperately for him.

“I’ll be right back,” he promised, “just keep breathing for me.” He couldn’t see Sami’s expression behind their helmet, but he could imagine their remaining eye open wide as it followed him.

Focus on Sami, he told himself. You can at least save them.

From there, it was a scramble for a tool he could use. Throwing things, tearing apart already-downed tents, shoving bodies aside, tripping over limbs and weapons and discarded helmets, all while trying to get a call to go through to another clan. Venat. Clan Venat. They’d be the best chance. They were closest. They—

“Who’s this?” Marvin could hear the growl in his ear as he finally hit the right frequency. He never thought he’d be more relieved to hear the thick accent of Clan Venat’s leader.

“Marvin, Clan Magniif, House Kryze.” How many times had he said that today alone? “I… We need help.” Oh, he felt like he was taking a bite out of his own pride saying those words. He hated it. Absolutely hated it.

The laughter on the other end had him gritting his teeth. “And…why would we do that?”

“We’ve been allies in the past. I thought—”

“Hah! Your clan’s real good at stabbin’ its ‘allies’ in the back. Why would that—”

“I don’t think just two of us will be much of a problem anymore,” he growled back.

“…Where’s your leader? Lemme speak with her.”

“Ferr’s dead.”

“Your second?”

“Dead. Dead, dead, fuckin’ dead, Angus! There’s two of us left, and one of us is badly wounded. So you either send help or you don’t.”

A speechless pause answered as he was wrestling with prying open a crushed toolbox. He could only breathe a sigh of relief when he saw the tool he’d been searching for within it.

“Well?” he challenged as he tested the tool on a stormtrooper’s dropped blaster before bolting to Sami’s side to start cutting. “If you do this one damn thing, I’ll be in your debt.”

“…I’m sendin’ a transport. Try anythin’ funny—”

“You’ll kill us on sight. Yeah. Got it.”

He shook his head and turned his comm off. Focus on Sami, he repeated to himself. Cutting away the metal was easy. The hard part was dragging Sami away from the collapsed fighter without injuring them any further.

When Marvin pulled Sami’s helmet off, followed by his own, he was surprised to see how alert the other still was. Their face was smeared in blood and they looked exhausted, but their eye still followed him.

“Clan Venat is coming to help. You’ll be patched right up,” he assured.

“Y-you’re too calm.” They paused, drifted a hand over to weakly squeeze his. “…No. You’re angry.”

Marvin tried to smile, but the scowl remained etched into his face. “I’m gonna find whoever ordered this attack,” he promised, “and tear ‘em apart.”

“Heh…I don’t expect anything less from you.”

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Writer Nonnie and sure! Odin's the one with a missing eye and the birds(let's face it the twins are mythology nerds too). Jack is the Chaos Child and has fucked up eyes that see quintessence so he's literally staring into your soul. Doc I'd the least maimed, only has a split eyebrow, and the Team Mom. Yama has a peg leg, white hair running down the center of his head. Kai has an artificial hand(possibly his left but I forget) and the sides of his hair is white because why not?(need part 2)

Aw, the CloneBros gang is here! Hi guys! (If I forget everyone’s names again...just remind me.)

Hmmm...how would Jack and Slav get along? Slav more or less “sees” (well, predicts mathmatically) Realities, while Jack sees Quintessence, and both have Much To Be Desired in the personality department (but sound completely fun to write and read.) What immediately comes to mind is Jack working with Quintessence Experiments or, idk, bomb defusing (since Galra Tech is highly volatile and Quintessence-Heavy), or something regarding being a “secret weapon” with the Druids&Komar.

For Hoshi and Sora, what about them working a perimiter/survailence, or taking over Survival Training, or...idk Botany. There have to be tons of alien plants to play with in addition to making Terran Ones more Space Tolerant. (Heck. Plants as bioweapons, in addition to GMO Foodstuffs/Fresh Foodstuffs.) Or, working in mechanical engineering. A lot of that is probably still done outside, wearher permitting. I initially thought about them doing Test Flights, but idk how that’d play with Hoshi’s clausterphobia—even if the roof is glass and he’s the one in control. (It’s hard to imagine a Clonebro who doesn’t have an Itch for piloting to some degree, or trying to find Workarounds to scratch that itch. Maybe paragliding instead?)

Odin and his birbs would be invaluable with survailence, or perhaps transmitting messages. Does his bond with the birds work similarly to Narti’s Bond with Kova? But...a lot of survailence is honestly just sitting behind a desk and studying cameras, which drives almost anyone stircrazy. Birds aren’t exactly incogneto or efficient in the modern era, and with their Range it’s prolly better suited for Internal Survailence and “I don’t trust technology”. (Which depending on how Sanda fits in, can’t really blame him. And there’d be some sort of Fallout and overhauling. But after that?)

...and I can just imagine Shiro’s puppy whining at Yama and Kai actually cooking something Edible&Tasty. Why’d they get to have the Successful RamenCup gene?!? xD

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Jiro’s definitely suited to administration work, but I just don’t really see him doing well as a teacher. Shiro’s kinda a Professor Lupin, while Ryou’s definitely a Miss Frizzle. But Jiro strikes me as someone who’s not quite patient enough to Teach beyond 1:1 with The Right Student...vs a full classroom or lecture hall. Canonically he adapted himself to handling coordination (which Coran repeatedly struggled with on that large a scale), even though he struggled with Adaption when a plan fell apart and wasn’t the best at Charming large groups (Allura with negotiations) or Inspiring a Team (Shiro as a battle captain, and honestly unsurpased with maintaining moralle off the field)...and is honestly a better tactican than Shiro with planning an attack because he’s so elbow deep in the details.

I can’t really see Shiro ever sitting behind a desk vs at the very least doing something more hands-on, even if for a time it’s running drills or teaching a class...while Jiro managed (even if he’d rather be doing something more active). He’d also be invaluable at trouble-shooting the flaws in a plan or design (especially after Naxxela, and several other mistakes he made while Haggar’s control over him was at it’s tightest). But when there’s a Call to Arms? Yeah let him fly after the BattlePlan is hammered out and the paperwork’s caught up.

Guess I see him as someone who “tag teams” with Shiro and Allura to free them up to do what they do best...then absolutely needs some way to decompress and have the freedom to be “let off the chain” when there’s an active attack, or an imminent attack. (Or...heck. Even something as simple as a supply run to stretch his legs.)

But More Tolerant of the administrative paperwork or not...he’d still get pretty cranky without realizing it. (And need his butt forced to take a weekend vaccation before he accidentally chews someone alive verbally. And then running around putting out fires via apologies and trying to find other ways to repair those working and/or interpersonal relationships. He *sorta* seemed to be getting there with learning to take care of his needs before Disaster, but he still kinda has Shiro’s Trait of self-neglect “for the greater good”.)

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🖊 + your cyborg character (I mean? Cyborg?? Tell me more! xD) 🖊 + for any of your OCs (I'm just really curious to get to know more of your characters :D) I wold also suggest another one for Meredith... (if you want to ramble more about her xD)

Oh awesome! Yeah I always love to ramble about my OCs, I just wish I had more motivation to draw them haha xD Maybe this’ll help though- thank you!

Kaedyn~

Ah- my cyborg character is a pretty underdeveloped, for instance I’m not entirely sure on all their technological enhancements. They basically have really fancy prosthetics in place of at least one leg and one arm too. But anyway I’d love to ramble about them anyway! Their name is Kaedyn and they’re nonbinary! (I use neutral or feminine pronouns with them, I’m currently trying to use they/them but sometimes I slip up- it’s mostly because of my indecisiveness, but I don’t know, maybe they’re genderfluid?) And they live in a futuristic setting which is part of the reason they’re a bit underdeveloped compared to some of my other OCs, because I’m a dummy that wants to create characters in weird settings in theory, but then you have to come up with all these things about the setting to get to know the character better so… haha yeah.

But anyway! Kaedyn is really smart about some things but also very competitive. Not the type to back down from a dare. Whether it’s eating something gross or fighting the Hulk, to be honest… (And that may have had something to do with them losing a couple limbs, but who knows.) They call themself a cyborg mostly to intimidate people to be honest… there are still a lot of prejudices about cyborgs. And they do have at least two fully functioning robotic limbs so. Anyway they get kind of a “Don’t mess with a cyborg” attitude when people look at them weird or are just in general being rude.

They’re dating Numbers, who’s kind of the opposite of Kaedyn - she’s more of a brooding genius type. And she works for her eccentric aunt’s robotics company. They supply robotic prosthetics and other medical stuff like that, and yeah I imagine that’s how they met each other- Kaedyn calls in for tech support and talks past the remote control hologram or whatever, and immediately starts flirting when they start talking to an alive being… which was Numbers. Numbers speaks exclusively in number code though, and she doesn’t talk to a lot of real people (she lives with robots and her aunt Madlin) because a lot of people don’t understand her. But Kaedyn is smart, especially with mathematics and deciphering things so it doesn’t take them long to understand, and they think Numbers is adorable so, basically their relationship is the “extrovert takes introvert under their wing” trope.

Anyway, they like inventing things together. Kaedyn has a degree in engineering (or something? details fuzzy, sorry) and loves tinkering with stuff or rather tearing stuff apart pbbt and Numbers brainstorms schematics for new robots and stuff. Kaedyn is actually really smart, you just don’t see that a lot with their beat stuff up until it’s fixed attitude. (I don’t know if anyone here has seen The Red Green Show but Kaedyn’s motto? “If it ain’t broke you’re not trying!”) Besides that they cuddle or deal with Numbers’ mood swings… and eventually Madlin disappears and they have to take care of this prototype robot which is basically an experiment in artificial mental illness. …Which is not as fun as it sounds. xD

Oh. And Kaedyn refers to Numbers exclusively as “babe”. (Numbers is a nickname but her real name is actually undecided so…… Kaedyn just gives her another nickname haha.)

Okay. I get the feeling I am making absolutely no sense, I’m sorry. Mostly this is like, a vague comic idea I had? Mad scientist aunt disappears, no one really knows where. Her introverted niece has to take care of a prototype robot who thinks he’s a child and is kind of scared of everything… and cope with her partner who picks fights with anyone. …Yeah when I think about this goofy little story I for some reason imagine them in a black and white comic style. Like, Kaedyn’s got their tools and a broken robot on the table and they’re like “Babe where’s my wrench” while they’re scratching their head with it. Very smart but also very stupid is one of my favourite tropes ahaha  

Okay I’m not sure who to ramble about next?? My characters are so underdeveloped, good golly.

Nicholas~

I’m gonna ramble about him even though I have seriously been thinking he needs a lot of work, I’ve actually been considering giving him a new name but, anyway.

He’s in a weird fantasy setting and he’s a dragon! His race of dragons though are basically humans that have can transform into dragons. Except the horns, tails, wing stumps, and some of them have weird eyes. But dragons have some magic and if they master it they can hide those things while they’re in their human form. Nicholas himself though has really only figured out how to get rid of the wing stumps. Still sleeps on his tummy out of habit though.

Nicholas is probably the most innocent character I have, to be honest. He’s very soft- he really likes flowers, braiding his hair or having his hair braided, also he’s very curious about humans. Which is weird for dragons, most of them think of humans as either very dangerous or mid-afternoon snacks. But Nicholas was raised differently, so he’s curious. Not to mention lonely. Dragons are actually pretty rare and he only ever met his parents, but he doesn’t remember his father very well (who died when he was young) and since his mother died in his teens he’s been alone.

I imagine at some point he befriends a witch and they possibly become a love interest for him but this is where it gets fuzzy and undecided. I do like to imagine he meets a human character and becomes close to them, I just haven’t really decided how that happens or if he meets just one witch or a family/household or what. But he also finds out he likes poetry, but he’s illiterate so he has to have someone read it to him. I imagine this in medieval times, so not many people can read but that’s also why I imagine a witch character because. Learning from spellbooks I guess. And just generally not really being part of the human population… and not being scared of dragons. Even though Nicholas would probably not scare many people pbbbt. xD Yeah, anyway. He likes to be read to.

I don’t know, most of my characters are just kind of vague ideas. He’s just a cute little forest creature who happens to be able to grow really big and breath fire. xD I’ve thought about making a more modern AU which would probably be easier to develop but yeah I really can’t decide.

Anyway, except for a couple forgettable doodles I haven’t actually drawn Nicholas… but fortunately, I do have an awesome drawing of him by @iridiscreate! I hope to do a serious drawing of him myself sometime, but I’m actually okay with that being his main reference for now- he looks very pretty! :D

Meredith~

Oh I’ll pretty much always take any chances to ramble about Meredith! Haha she’s the OC I know the most about to be honest xD

The first time her hair was cut short was because her mom was tired of having to chase her down to brush it. So there was a time when she was pretty young that her parents made her wear these big bows in her hair when she went out… she hated them, she still hates them, and her mom still tries to convince her to wear them when she comes to visit, because she cut her hair again. (Yeah… she has some family issues…)

Okay, Meredith loves music. She has kind of a complicated relationship with it, but she loves music. She usually has classical music playing in the background at her apartment, while she’s reading or whatever. She also plays violin, but she’s weird about that, she doesn’t usually listen to it when she plays (she wears ear plugs), and she mostly uses it as an outlet when her emotions get the better of her. She was much more enthusiastic about violin when she was a girl. She’s always had a love of music, it kind of runs in her family. She originally wanted to play piano like her grandfather (who was a singer/pianist in a bar) but her father wouldn’t allow that. Though when the violin option was allowed she was very excited, and when she was little she dreamed of being a concert violinist. Her parents mostly favoured violin because of the discipline it would require to learn and practice, and their past attempts to discipline her? Ehh, not so great. xD In the end though her parents killed her enthusiasm for violin. Their habit of displaying their daughters’ talents to their friends but otherwise having little interest was a bit discouraging… and for Meredith, very damaging. The older she got and the more she thought about it she felt her parents were disinterested in her from the start, so that led to a very rocky teenage years. (For instance she spent ages two to six (ish) being sent to her grandparents’ house a lot. Not with her sisters, no, just her- because she was being difficult and her parents were tired of her. So that hurt when she really thought about it.) So… anyway now she kind of loves and hates violin. Now when she plays it still brings her back to being the trophy her parents preferred to keep on the back of the shelf, but it also brings her back to being the little girl who was in love with music… so. Mixed feelings there. …

Did I have way too many Meredith feels while I was writing this and have to edit out most of my emotions later? NO absolutely not I’m not crying you are SHUSH

Oof I know I’ve already rambled a lot but one more thing. Just a cute little fact, not exactly about Meredith but still. She is her nephew Aidan’s favourite aunt. He’s like four years old and has blonde hair with bright blue tips, because he begged his mother (Meredith’s sis Jessie) to dye his hair blue. Anyway yeah, Meredith is pretty good with kids… they probably like her because she’s so weird. Funny though, because with her looking pretty much like the insomniac goth mess she is, she definitely doesn’t give off any maternal vibes to anyone else she meets… except kids. (It’s the blue hair again, it has magical powers. Haha okay I’m kidding. xD)

Anyway! Sorry for getting this answered so late ahh!! I swear I wasn’t avoiding this ask (I was actually very excited about it) but I kept getting interrupted in the middle of rambling so.. yeah. Anyway thank you again for the ask!! Sorry I rambled an ungodly amount!! xD

Send me a 🖊 to make me ramble about my OCs! (yeah no kidding about the rambling)

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A Stranger’s Kindness

It’s Friday again! Thanks to @cawolters‘s flash fiction Friday prompts, I find myself looking forward to it all week XD  I hope you enjoy this late night drive! Feedback is appreciated ^u^

Prompt: Midnight Drive

Words: 1142 (Oh deer <.<;;)

Audio Version: Here Part: 2, 3, 4, 5

Characters: Stranger and Kid

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          I’m not a good person. I’ve never claimed the title. A con artist, a thief, a stain on the family tree. Not a good person. Now, I’m in trouble. 

          I’ve been driving for hours. My vision is blurring at the edges, eyes dry from the heat blasting through the car. Or was it the persistent wakefulness still staggering along from yesterday? I’ll have to stop soon. Pull over and try to catch a few winks. Sleep won’t come. Not until I’m safe, or at least, less exposed. Glancing at the passenger seat, the kid’s nodding off again. He’s been alternating dozing and sitting quietly, hands in his lap, trying not the be a hassle. It’s a bit late for that now kid. Does it count as kidnapping if they want to come? Whatever way you swing it, I stole a child. My mind’s wandering. I have to keep focus on the road.

          It’s got to be midnight by now. The clock in this old car is long dead. It looks like midnight. Like I’m driving into nothingness, following the white lines and hoping they take us where we need to go. There’s no-one else on the road. It’s been like that all night. I guess everyone else has somewhere to be and here’s not it. I bite into another piece of jerky. Saves me from worrying my gums. Terrible habit. It used to scare me, when I was little, seeing a lone set of headlights was always worse than seeing none. Even before I had reason to be, I was paranoid about being followed. The radio is on. No-one’s really listening. I keep an idle ear out for news reports but it’s mostly just awful country music. The tinny noise is really just a distraction. It’s barely louder than the gentle lull of the car. I don’t know what the kid is thinking about. I wonder if he regrets it. Is he scared I’m gonna take him to some backwater cabin and do away with him? Hack him into little pieces and scatter him in a river? I wouldn’t blame him. It’s not every day you’re stolen away by some strange person with nothing but their word ‘it’ll be better with me’. I sigh, drumming my fingers against the wheel. Reminding my hands to stay awake. The little vanilla air freshener sways, dancing around at every bump in the road. I’ve been meaning to replace it. It hasn’t smelled like vanilla since before the clock stopped.

          The kid shifts again, half trying to wake himself up, half trying to get comfortable enough not to. Radio light catches on the tiny scales smattered across his skin. Freckles, if you weren’t paying attention. His hair is stuck in every direction like a chestnut bird’s nest. Twin horn nubs poke beyond the mess. His shirt doesn’t fit well over the fleshy wings furled tightly to his back. Am I going to have to learn to sew? My coat covers him well enough, trailing after his heels as he walks, but how long is that going to last? Kids grow fast. My fingers drum faster. What have I gotten myself into? Even my own mother would laugh at the thought of me being a caretaker. There isn’t a parental bone in my body. I’d never have even seen him if I wasn’t casing his house for crying out loud! How’s a kid supposed to turn out decent if that’s their role model? I don’t know what I’m doing. This seemed like a good idea before. How things change. But, I couldn’t do nothing. If you’d seen what his folks were like … . I almost don’t notice how tightly I’ve clamped onto the steering wheel. One week. I was watching their house for one week and I couldn’t just leave it alone. Kids don’t get hurt that often. I have to consciously unclench my jaw. Last thing the kid needs is to wake up to see murder written across my face. Deep breath. Hold it. Slow release. I’ve heard about Tainted people. We all have. But a kid is just a kid. Worse, he was their kid. They weren’t just some negligent owners, they were his parents for gods’ sake. So, I took him. Very much a thief in the night, I broke in, picked him up, and left. They can keep all of their useless junk. They can rot with it for all I care. I thought he was going to scream, fight back, do anything you’d expect someone to do. He didn’t. Even though he was trembling, he didn’t make a fuss as I buckled him in, telling him I was going to make things better. Somehow, that made me feel worse. It should go without saying, but I’ve never stolen a child before. Cash, jewellery, priceless heirlooms, it’s all fair game. I left it all. Left it to sit in the car with someone else’s kid, my kid now, I guess, driving into the night. God damn me. 

          That was yesterday. I’ve only made a food stop since then. Hopefully the distance will be enough to keep everyone off our, now literal, tail. Honestly, I don’t even know if they’ll get the police involved. Horrible as it sounds, I hope they don’t care that much. Regardless, we should be okay. There’s no connection between me and them. Just chance that I took interest in their possessions. Even if my … endeavours are known, I’m no kidnapper. Well, I wasn’t. This is really just a one-time thing. Hopefully. No, I think we’ll be okay. I’ve got a little place by the coast. I’ll take him there until I can work out the next step.

          “STOP!”

          Breaks slam. I throw my arm out. He’s shoved back against the seat. The wheel punches my chest, acquainting my ribs with my lungs. The radio murmurs, indifferent. Curses and static play tag in my skull. When my mind catches up to my body, I look around. Piece together what the heck happened. Check the kid first. He seems okay. He catches my puzzled look, pointing a shaking finger into the darkness. I follow. Squinting as though that will make my night vision better. Black against black, a form shifts ahead, barely touched by the high beams. Its shape registers in increments. First the body, it may as well be a wall to my car. Then the legs. Then the head. A cow, of all things. It’d wandered straight onto the road. I would have never seen it in time. Heart hammering my chest and nerves appropriately shot, I restart the engine. I kind of feel like giggling. I do not. We crawl past the cow, finding a place to pull over. The adrenaline drains, leaving a shuddering tiredness. I think I can sleep now. Just a few hours.  

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Next week I’ve got exams Wednesday through Friday so I’m not sure I’ll have enough brain power to do the prompt, but I’ll certainly try! 

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