#i can't believe i'm actually sad that i don't have lab

[halfdeadwallfly]

big nice paragraph of confused niceness below the cut so as not to clutter your dash with my voluminous personal weirdness :)

so! we got assigned new groups in my physics lab today and i normally despise lab (it's hard to finish in time, it's confusing, and a lot of the time my group ignores me. or i slow everyone down) but the group i got today was so wonderful. like by all estimates it should have been even worse than normal- it was really hard, i submitted my work literally at the last available minute, and the first lab with a new group is always awkward- but for some reason, we were just in sync. especially the girl i was sat next to, like i didn't even get her name until an hour in, but it felt like we were already friends, sharing the lab manual and calculator, checking eachother's work. normally when i have questions in lab everyone's kind of annoyed, but she was so nice and helpful, and i was able to help her with stuff too and it was just really great. we even had a moment where we said the same thing at the same time, looked at eachother, and burst out laughing. i legitimately had fun. and it was so comfortable. like lowkey, we were in eachother's space but it just felt normal. and i didn't feel like i had to be quieter or more restrained like i do pretty much all time with new people, and even a lot of the time with people i've known for a while. it is just. so so soooo rare that i feel that level of safety around someone i've just met, and honestly, it was just really lovely. all this to say- the class that i normally dread all week made my day, left me literally skipping out of the physics hall, and i am determined that i am actually actually going to try to stay in touch with this person once we switch lab groups again. and i'm putting this here because maybe it will somehow make me more sure that i'll ask for her number or something. and so that i can describe it concretely, because it really was just such a lovely lovely lovely time.

[redpenship]

/r/EggmanEmpire

Good ways to support the empire from home?

Hi everyone, I'm a big supporter of the Eggman Empire as I believe it is our only true path towards proper industrialization. Local leadership has shown no interest in developing our economy (we don't even have currency?), and I just don't see a path to modernization that doesn't involve a complete empire takeover of the islands.

Obviously, I cannot express these views in real life. My friends and family would kill me. Our village sits next to an abandoned empire lithium mine, and they already yelled at me once for suggesting we should start mining it to sell on the global market. It's sad that Sonic's popularity has bolstered reactionary agrarianist sentiment to such an extreme.

I've been looking for ways to subvert their attitudes and help the empire without putting my reputation on the line, but it's hard to support the empire covertly. Lately, I've taken to throwing car batteries into the ocean, but I can't access them often enough to feel that I'm making a real difference. It's honestly pretty discouraging.

Does anyone have any suggestions?

Comments:

egghead927373: I'm actually trying to home brew a new Metal Virus in my basement lab. If you know anything about the subject matter, please feel free to reach out--I would love to have Mobian supporters on the project. I had to cut contact with the humans because they were being weird about it. I don't understand why human empire supporters always have to be so dismissive or straight up disrespectful to fellow supporters on the islands.

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TheDoctorHimself (mod): You're home brewing WHAT

[sanguineterrain]

i'm sure you have plenty of requests, but do you write part 2's/continuations of blurbs?? bc i'm FULLY invested in the bodyguard!jason au and i need to know what else transpires in their time together. does he read to the reader?? does reader take him clubbing with him subsequently losing them in the crowd?? is he their unofficial date to the countless galas and social gatherings they're invited to?? what is their sleeping arrangement? the people demand politely request answers!

the people shall get their answers!

bodyguard!jason todd x gn!reader. pt 2 to this. tw reader punches a rich asshole, pining, tension, etc. jason is a sweetheart as always! all fics are reblogged to @sanguinelibrary

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Galas suck.

You swish champagne in your glass and watch it fizz. Then you do it again. And again.

A man's loud laughter carries over the delicate string quartet. You glower in his direction for a second. Then you rest your head on the wall behind you.

"I'm bored to tears, Red," you say.

Hood is playing wallflower with you, except he actually has an excuse.

"To tears, huh?" he says. "Maybe you should try being social. I believe that's what these shindigs are for."

Your head lolls in his direction, brows rising. "That's pretty rich coming from you. You're the least social person I know."

"Well, I do shoot people for a living. Tends to put others off. Go figure."

You stop a passing waiter and pluck a vegetable croquette from tray, then pop it into your mouth. "You haven't shot anybody in months."

Hood sighs. "Yeah. Sad stuff."

"You could shoot somebody here."

"Not without good reason," he says.

"How 'bout for being an entitled, elitist prick?"

"I'm afraid I need a little more reason than that. For legal purposes. But I do love shooting entitled, elitist pricks."

"Fine. Give me the gun."

Hood hums. "I think I'm a bad influence on you, trouble."

"You're the best influence on me," you say. "Give me your gun. I can be trusted."

"That's a negative."

You finish the croquette and edge closer to him, your shoulders touching. You tap him on the shoulder. He leans in, ear near your mouth.

"Ye-es?" he asks, eyes flicking to you. Wow. You've never gotten used to Hood's laser focus on you.

"What if I said you're the wind in the trees and the music of the birds and all of my dreams come to life?" you ask, only exaggerating a little.

"I'd probably check for a concussion," says Hood. You can tell he's smiling behind his mask.

"What if I said you're too sexy for your shirt?"

"Hm. Can't disagree there. Still no gun, though."

"Bastard."

Hood bumps your shoulder and straightens. "Sorry, trouble. Looks like we'll have to soldier through without sending anyone to Emergency."

You suck your teeth. "Man. Will you dance with me, at least?"

Hood snorts.

"I'm not joking," you say. "I headcanon you to have secret waltz and tango skills."

"You headcanon me?"

"Yes. I write headcanons about you on my blog." You gulp down the rest of your champagne. "So, what do you say?"

"Dancing isn't in my job description, trouble. 'Sides, there's plenty virile, eligible bachelors here for you to rumba the night away with."

You wrinkle your nose. "Who describes people as virile? They're not lab mice."

"Sorry." Hood clears his throat, then cocks his hip. "They're hot and totally into you!" he says in a peppy voice. "Better?"

You shiver. "Don't do that again. Gave me the heebie jeebies."

"'Gives the heebie jeebies' is actually on my resume," Hood says. "Right after 'scares the shit out of people.'"

The music slows to a finish. The dancers clap. You groan, leaning against the wall.

"Maybe I can pull the fire alarm," you say.

"Excuse me!"

An old, small man in an expensive suit with white, thin hair struts over. You squint at him as he comes to a stop in front of you.

"Isn't your father that ambassador?" he asks, eyes roving over you. You know that gaze. It's the gaze that's deciding whether or not you're worth speaking to.

"Yes, he is," you say. "May I help you?"

He sniffs. "Terrible business, that. He very nearly cost that young woman her life at that banquet."

Hood brushes past you, stepping forward. "Sir, I need you to back up. Safety measures and all that."

Your jaw tightens. This is literally the last conversation you want to have, talking about your tightass, selfish father. You've done enough of that in therapy.

You hide a smile behind his back.

The man peers at Hood, mouth curling. "What business have you, bringing threatening men like him in here? This is a private event."

You step around Hood. "He's my bodyguard. He's not a threat."

"He certainly looks like one. He's dressed like a hoodlum."

"Hence the name," Hood says cheerfully.

The man sneers. "Those scars of yours are hideous, young man. I can't believe you accompany your charge in public looking like you do."

"What the hell did you say?" you ask, stepping to him. "Huh?"

"Trouble," Hood says quietly, touching your shoulder. "It's fine—"

"No, because what the fuck? Where the fuck do you get off?" you say, invading his personal space. How fucking dare he?

The asshole's bulldog eyebrows rise. "I beg your pardon?"

"You heard me. Red's being perfectly professional. Won't even eat the hors d'oeuvres. And you're commenting on his body? Are you insane? Did all that corruption eat your brain?"

His face is now a nice shade of beetroot. Hood clears his throat behind you.

"C'mon, ease up," Hood says. "Don't do this f'me."

"Yes, listen to your mutt," the man says, sneering. "Seems he's got a modicum of sense, unlike you. It looks like all of his house training has a promising future."

Your fist connects with cartilage.

It's a blur after that. Someone pulls you away—Hood—and your now-sworn enemy screams bloody murder, red dripping down his suit. Your hand kind of hurts, and your head really hurts.

Hood herds you through a set of French doors, into a garden. Cool, night air fans your face.

"Well, 'm glad I didn't give you a gun," Hood says, walking you to a bench by the fountain in the center of the garden.

Sweet scents of lilac and rose waft through the air. You look away as Hood carefully inspects your hand.

"Hm. Just a little bruised. No injury."

"I tucked my thumb like you taught me," you say.

"I see. Think you broke his nose."

Is that pride you hear in his voice?

Hood sighs, releasing your hand. "But you shouldn't have done that."

You start to shake, anger shooting through you all over. You curl into yourself.

"I'm not apologizing to that shithead. He's a gutless, no-good, gutter snipe. Nothing under that hideous toupee but air."

Hood laughs. "Easy, Sundance. Y'know guys like him are full of hot air. Surprised you let him get to you. You don't care what those rich assholes say."

You turn around to look at Hood. "Someone had to take him down a peg. What he said was horrible."

"You've heard so much worse, trouble. You take it all with a grin and then get back at 'em later. 'S how you always do it."

"Yeah, well... well, I was sick of what he was saying. He can say all he wants about me, I don't give a shit. But when I'm in the room, no one talks about my bodyguard."

Hood is quiet for a long moment. There's only the sound of the babbling fountain and crickets. You rub your sore hand and stare at a rose bush.

"Y'don't need t'defend me," he says. "People have said far worse, and I definitely don't want you puttin' your reputation on the line for me, trouble."

"Fuck my reputation!" you say, scooting closer to him. "You're important to me, Red. Everyone should know not to say a damn thing about you when I'm around."

He shakes his head. "I'm just your bodyguard."

"No, you're my friend. Right?"

Hood looks up at you. "I—yeah, of course, but—"

"Well, friends defend each other."

"So some rich guy doesn't wanna look at my ugly mug," Hood says. "Big deal."

"You aren't ugly," you say, brow furrowing. "Don't say that."

"Trouble. Sweetness. Look at me. Tyra Banks would call me a lost cause."

"Don't be a dummy, Red. You're hot and mysterious, and you have pretty eyes. You're a fantasy protagonist's wet dream."

Hood leans in. Your heart picks up. Oh, you're nervous. You're getting nervous again. A tornado siren wails in your head. Danger! Danger!

"So you're sayin' I'm too sexy for my shirt?" he asks.

"So sexy it hurts," you say, voice slightly uneven.

"Mm." He looks you over. His lashes are so long. Damn. "Y'haven't even seen my whole face."

"I don't need to," you say instantly. "I'm an excellent judge of good looks."

He laughs. You smile.

"Think you can sneak us out?" you ask. "For my safety, of course."

"Mm, of course." Hood looks over the garden. "Yeah, I think I can manage that."

"I'll get us burgers," you say. "I'm starved."

"Taking me out, huh?"

It's a joke, but God, what if? What if you could go on a date with Hood, without masks or politics? What if you could see his smile? Feel his smile?

"If I did, I'd take you someplace nice," you say. "Not just a burger joint."

Hood is quiet as you go to the edge of the garden and he prepares to get you both over the balcony. He holds out a hand and puts his other on your waist so you can climb. Your faces are close. You smile, a little nervous.

"For the record," he says, not letting go until you're safely on the grass below. "I'd be content eating anywhere with you, trouble."

Hood easily vaults over the balcony, landing on his feet. He gestures with his arm.

"You lead," he says, eyes dancing.

God, you're in so much trouble.

[a-simple-imagine]

Tear apart the heart

synopsis: you just watched your girlfriend die right in front of you

pairing: victoria neuman x reader

words: 1k+

WARNINGS - themes of grief, blood, death, mention of body pieces

she promised you the world and instead, you got the most disgusting makeshift lab you ever had the displeasure of stepping inside. but it really didn't matter anymore.

that heavy feeling in your chest is brand spanking new. you search your brain for a comparison but it's like nothing you've ever felt before. it's almost suffocating. blocking off the one thing keeping you alive right now. air. gross, dingy air that was so polluted with chemicals and old take out, it almost knocked you sick but now a hint of copper joined this mix. an unwelcome change. a tickle against your cheek. you reach up to remove the tear. only it is red as it slips from the tip of your finger down your hand and to your wrist. you wanted to believe it was fake even as it trickled down your forearm. so desperate for none of this to be real. but deep down you know it is. it's blood. her blood. and maybe the droplets that adorn your skin should have been actually tears but they just never came. did that make youan evil person? undoubtedly. everyone cries when someone dies. it's like the first thing that's expected. but you just couldn't. what you felt inside wasn't sadness per se. or maybe it was. you couldn't tell. it didn't feel like when you were normally about to cry. this felt all-consuming. you felt rigid in this moment. unable to process anything. This wasn't ordinary. most people didn't watch the person they loved get ripped in two. weren’t drenched in tiny pieces of their girlfriend. it felt comical in a way. perhaps that was why you were having such a hard time acknowledging it. people don't just get ripped in half. this wasn't a comic book or some mid-budget horror film which gaineda startling cult following because they used practical effects instead of CGI for the gore but they didn't overdo it with the gore either. it was tasteful. no. this wasn't tasteful. you don't know what this is. you can hardly even look at her. you want to go back. dear god. you shouldn't have given in so easily.

"did you order the food?" you question, glancing up from her laptop that you had been playing on.

"What?" a brief blank expression that settles into a gentle smile. the kind of smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "no. sorry."

"Can I order something?" a silent nod puts you to work and decides what to have. "who were you talking to then- on the phone?"

"Hughie,"

the name alone forms a pit in your stomach. you used to think so fondly of him. you'd met him a great many times but that was before. "you can't be serious,"

"Just hear me out"

"no, Victoria- that man has tried to kill you multiple times," you express. "what could you possibly want from him?"

"out," a simple word. She cares not to elaborate as she walks closer to the kitchen aisle. taking her laptop, she spins it around to face her. "so what are we eating?"

"what do you mean out?"

she shrugs. "I want out. out of everything. I just- I can't do this anymore."

your heart beats a little faster. out of everything? out of this? that wouldn't explain the conversation with Hughie. although they used to be close friends. "what?"

"he's gonna help me get out of this mess," she expresses. "I think I wanted this for a while. like genuinely wanted it not just because of what was happening around me or stan or whatever. but now it's just not something that makes any sense."

"Vic,"

"It's pathetic really but I'm just never gonna be more than a puppet. and that's not what I want- I don't wanna be under anyone's control, y'know?"

"Sure," a lopsided smile with a hint of shrug. you didn't get it. felt like a few pieces of the puzzle were missing. a small sigh leaves her painted lips as she walks over to you. your eyes trail after her until you're staring into all too familiar eyes. usually so steely but today they possess a flicker of something different.

"Hughie is gonna help me get out. if I do this- if I help them bring down homelander then I just get to live my life away from all the bullshit. I realised all I want now is to be with Zoe. and with you too."

"Are we just skipping the part where he and his friends tried to murder you? how can we trust them?" you wonder what she can see in your eyes. the fear of what's to come. the joy of knowing she was willing to give up everything to be with you? That was a crazy thought. a crazy thing to admit. Victoria was gentle with you and loving but this felt like a different level of vulnerability. one you never saw from her.

"I'm not asking you to trust them," she holds your gaze, firm and pleading. "I'm asking you to trust me."

she had never steered you so wrong before. on shaky legs, you push yourself up off the dusty floor. brushing yourself off; little did it help. your heart races with your decision as 5 people - mostly strangers- surround you. you weren't a supe. you had no means to protect yourself here. they don't seem like they're gonna kill you as you turn around to find Hughie amongst them. he was covered in blood too. your girlfriend's blood. it was almost strange how fitting it was. That pit that once formed was now a silent rage as you stared at him. the man who Victoria trusted enough to come here. the man who promised her protection. the man who leads her to her death. he just stares back. a look of sympathy perhaps- no, pity. you take a deep breath and turn away in search of the other person you arrived with. zoe lies unconscious off to one side. at least you hope she's just unconscious. or maybe you didn't? what was a worse experience for her? you slowly make your way over to her. nobody stops you. nobody makes a move. you know you can't carry her so you just sit down beside her. a gentle hand on her side. you don't want her to be alone when she finds out her mother is dead.

[sanderssideswriting]

Just watched the Halloween video from this year and saw screencaps of the Halloween video from a few years back… I just don’t understand how we can go from Frankenstein prosthetics for Logan in that episode to messy eyeliner with visible mess up marks for Janus in the new one. Like it’s not a difference of a new makeup artist, it just feels like a lack of caring for it to be as good as it’s been.

I just loved this series so deeply before, so it’s frustrating to see what seem like such flippant disregard for the quality of what they’re making

thank you for this ask because I've been thinking of going through each makeup look and analyzing them more. I totally agree with you about the lack of care. The whole thing is so insanely rushed when they could've taken like, a few more days of planning if they wanted to get it out for halloween, or hell a few days after and have them spin it as them being sad spirit halloween is gone for the year and what a spirit christmas would be like. Or like, the 12 days of christmas but 12 days of spirit halloween? I just feel like there could've been some better ideas. The makeup looks like they were given 5 minutes to figure out what each side would be and 5 minutes to do the make up itself.

onto the make up analysis that'll be under the cut.

Little disclaimer before though, I'm in no way a makeup artist, what I am is a cosplayer and I've pulled together some pretty cool shit with very limited supplies and knowledge.

editors note: so according to the comments it seems like everyone's a character from the nightmare before christmas? Or at the least, Remus, Virgil, Roman and maybe Logan. I don't know, I've seen the movie like twice. just keep that in mind I didn't know until after writing everything below. But it really doesn't change my criticisms of the makeup

first on the list: JANUS

now this is just, I don't even know what it is. I think it's from the I'm Mr White Christmas, song because every year people do half Mr. White Christmas and half Mr. Sun makeup and it looks very good. But you don't need it to look that good. Like, I'd personally make the contrast between the blue and red way more, because it just isn't there. Maybe to keep the snake appearance do like, orange scales or orange underneath then red? Something to look more like fire. the joker esque smile doesn't work, again the contrast is very bad. The blue sticks out but the red doesn't so I'd get some lipstick, maybe a blue eyeliner if you can't get a blue lipstick, and loose the black lines, maybe make the blue side white and the red side more of a very dark red?

VIRGIL

I've got no idea, it's just so generic. A ghoul? A zombie? Who knows, not me. first of all, make the eye makeup darker, maybe some dark contour to make his cheeks look sunken in. if the stitches have to be purple then I'd say make it darker and use a black eyeliner pencil to add some definition and some detail that's harder to do with the eyeshadow

LOGAN

Frankenstein's monster? Or Frankenstein, the thing on his forehead says monster, the lab coat says man. why the fuck is Logan the only one who's got something over his usual attire. I guess you could argue that he just has one laying around? I'm not going to get into the wonky line, straight lines are hard. but the screw, again could've been done better with an eyeliner pencil because they are very pale.

PATTON

also I'm not trying to take unflattering screenshots, I'm just trying to get a clear one of Thomas facing the camera

a clown! very simple, very easy and the makeup is fucking visible!! Personally, adding the triangles around the eyes would be nice, for Patton I'd definitely lean on the fun side of clows and not the scary side. I just think a little more could be done. But I'm just thankful there's an actual red nose. The bar is low. I have to mention Patton's verse again, it's so bad, so rushed, could there not have been a little more thought into it specifically?

ROMAN

Jack Skellington I believe? I don't fucking know. my issue is the eyemake up once again, Make it much darker and less blocky. maybe some nose contour or try to make it look like an actual human skull? the stitches are eh, but I feel like they could be darker, maybe a liquid eyeliner in this case. This is also the only one where I think they really tried to hide Thomas's mustache I guess for the lip stitches?

REMUS

THe boogey man? Also from the nightmare before christmas. Are Roman and Remus doing a group costume? Remus's is probablt the best, he is also the only other side with something over his costume. The makeup looks pretty good, the black is solid at least around his mouth. Again, the eye makeup should be darker. the things on his cheeks are worms I believe. those are alright, I'd probably try to make them stand out a little more

[rishiguro]

12; VISIT

iwaizumi didn't have to wait for long until his best friend picked up the call.

"hello iwa-chan," oikawa sang with a smile on his lips, "can't believe that this is one of the rare moments where you're the one to call me"

iwaizumi's lips curved weakly, rolling his eyes at the setter's antics.

well, he wasn't wrong. usually it was indeed oikawa who called first, usually during his breaks at practice or on his days off, when iwaizumi was either also on a break or already off work, getting ready for bed.

"yeah well, miracles happen," iwaizumi stated, shrugging. his eyes darted to the top of his screen, reading the time. remembering how late it actually was for his friend, he couldn't help himself, scolding him. "and you really shouldn't be awake anymore, you know? i thought you fixed your sleeping schedule?"

oikawa gasped, a hand on his chest as he laid back in his chair. "excuse me, i'm doing perfectly fine, thank you very much?”

shortly after the brown haired man furrowed his brows, carefully examining the image on his screen.

"also, don't try to change the topic. don't think i can't see that you're definitely not at home. at at mattsun's or makki's"

iwaizumi cursed mentally. obviously it was pointless, his best friend has always been incredibly fast to pick up the slightest shift of mood or every piss-poor attempt to divert his attention. "i know, i'm sorry. it's just—" he sighed, ripping his eyes away from the screen in front of him and opting to look at his hand holding the phone, "yeah i don't really know how to say this"

oikawa's face fell as he heard his, body leaning towards the phone propped up on his desk.

"hajime, you're worrying me" he uttered carefully.

the two of them have known each other for all their lives and been through every stage of life together. they've experienced joy, anger, loss and heartbreak together, yet oikawa could count on one hand how often he has seen his best friend so distraught.

silent seconds turned into minutes, words hanging on iwaizumi's lips, yet never really managing to spill over the edge.

slowly oikawa started to get impatient, his leg bouncing rapidly under his desk. there was no way that his best friend would make jokes about such situations, so he knew that the prolonged silence should be credited to iwaizumi's nervousness. and while the setter didn't want to pressure his best to tell him anything, his mind started racing, jumping from one horrible scenario to the next. "i swear if this is just some stupid prank i will fly over there and—“

"i have cancer," iwaizumi blurted out, jaw clenching immediately after.

"what?" oikawa stared at his screen in disbelief as iwaizumi looked away from the camera.

he slowly nodded, pulling his knees closer to him as he sat. "cancer. i don't know much more yet, the doctors told me they're going to do some lab tests and x-rays to figure it out"

oikawa cursed loudly, hiding his face in his hands for some moments before starting to massage his temples with closed eyes.

"yeah. fuck"

silence settled over the two for the n-th time, however this time it was heavy on their shoulders. iwaizumi didn't even dare to turn his face back to the camera, afraid to face his best friend, afraid of what he might see.

he didn't want to be pitied, he didn't want to see the look of horror on his face or the sad look in his eyes.

he didn't want it to be real.

it was the brown haired setter that spoke again, parting his tightly closed lips again. "how far along?" iwaizumi's jaw clenched. " don't know yet. not for sure, that is"

"okay" he nodded.

after moments that felt hours to him, iwaizumi allowed himself to take a glance on his phone screen. the setter was hunched over on his desk, face hidden in his hands. iwaizumi could see his forced deep breaths as his best friend desperately tried to stay calm.

the dark haired man swallowed, trying to get rid of the big lump in his throat. his eyes darted back to the time, instantly feeling regret. "i know it's late and i'm—“

"don't," his best friend immediately interrupted, holding his hand up. "don't you even dare to apologize. i just—" he paused for a second, leaning back on his chair again, arms falling down. his eyes were distant, like he was zoning out. "just don't know what else to say”

feeling ashamed, iwaizumi looked away again, chewing on his bottom lip.

"okay" oikawa took a deep breath, leaning forward before he started rapidly typing on his keyboard.

confused, iwaizumi looked at his best friend. "what are you doing?"

"i'm checking the next flights and getting myself a ticket,” he stated, like it was completely obvious.

"tooru—“

he shook his head, effectively cutting his best friend off, without even looking at the screen. "no, hajime. i don't care. my best friend is in the hospital and has cancer for fucks sake. there's no way i'm not going" he clenched his jaw, brows furrowed in concentration. "don't expect me to just stay here and not do anything. because i won't. i can't"

and if oikawa looked at the screen, he would've seen iwaizumi quickly wiping a tear from his cheek.

evanescent

/ɛvəˈnɛs(ə)nt,iːvəˈnɛs(ə)nt/ — “soon passing out of sight, memory, or existence; quickly fading or disappearing.”

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[all-pacas]

Something about hameron: how much of cameron's attraction to house do you think was based on the fact that he is broken and crippled and how much of it was actually admiring house's genius or putting him on a pedestral as infallible figure? Like say, if House never had an infarction and his pre-infarction lifestyle continued, would cameron develop her crush on him based on his Genius-Asshole-With-A-Heart-Of-Gold personality or would she just not look at him as anything more than a mentor? I know she turns house down when he asks her out in S3, but that sounded more like house trying to prove a point(Ha! Now I'm not crippled, you don't want me anymore)so idk if we can take her reaction seriously.

So in the new reality where pre-infarction house hires cameron, what would her and house's dynamic look like? While we are at it, how do you think chase and foreman will see house? I think foreman will hate house even more and chase would still act the way he is in canon.

I think maybe 70-30?

Cameron, like most people on the show, is very impressed by House's brains and charisma and willpower. That is always there, and it remains after her crush dies. At the same time, S1 absolutely gives us a couple significant moments that directly lead into her crush era: in Socratic Method House forgets his birthday and Cameron makes a point to tell him how sad that is, how wonderful birthdays are — she even runs to Cuddy about it — and then in Detox she sees him, well, detoxing and suffering and is again, the only one of the cast to refuse to believe he has an actual problem. It's only after that that they have their cute little monster trucks "date," and after that that her Crush Era begins in earnest: she's already seen him as vulnerable and lonely and sad, and now it's all that and available, lol.

There's a really telling exchange in Fidelity, I think. Cameron tells House about her Dead Husband, and House calls her on fudging the timeline — she knew he had cancer when they got married. "You can't be that good a person and not screwed up," he tells her, and she asks him why not: because you end up crying over lab equipment, he says. "Or hating people?" she asks. And it's telling because it's literally telling us what Cameron thinks of House: he's damaged, he hates people because he's damaged, he's a good person who is damaged. To her, they're all the same thing. She's not entirely wrong, House is damaged, but she sees it from the start. Because she's damaged too, but because it's… kind of what she wants to see. (She thinks he's a good person. I don't think House is a bad person, but… you know?)

To Cameron, their damage is something they have in common. He is lonely, he is physically and mentally unwell, and… she can help. She can fix it. She admits it outright in Teamwork: I was in love with you. I was an idiot. Tried to be like you, tried to understand you because I thought I could heal you.

I think if House wasn't damaged/broken/disabled, she… would lose some of that interest. They wouldn't have that commonality, he wouldn't be someone she could fix and make better. I think she'd still have some attraction to him, because most people do and she retains that even after she loses romantic interest in him. But the brokenness was the draw. Fixing him was the draw, not because Cameron has such a savior complex (although she does), but because she's broken too.

[mamamittens]

I hope you enjoy Zelda!!! But I do have an ask platonic wise if that’s alright, so sweet child of mine is obviously a reader who’s like 18 to young 20’s I’d say. How would the story have gone if the reader was like way younger? Like a kid the navy came across with the devil fruit abilities, would things have gone down differently, and if so how much? (As everyone kinda sees reader as a kid anyways.)

But I hope you enjoy the game- my sisters got it and I haven’t heard from her since she got it so I’m guessing that it’s amazing

Well, a lot of the story is out of Reader's hands as someone that's kidnapped for literally all of it. So plotwise it's not that different. They wouldn't go to the labs as a kid either because they're not old enough to properly test outside of the field. They don't know how to explain their power or do anything, so real life is the best teacher still.

But for starters there probably would have been at least one more marine at the starting incident. Kiddo would be treated... A little better but not really by their partner since the blow to the ego of knowing you 'awesome power' is because of a tot.

Marco would have been quicker to just snap them up without knowing about the devil fruit after Williams smacked the baby like a dickhead.

Reader as a kid would be a lot faster to cry and get overwhelmed but genuinely believes they're 'meant to do good' in the Marines. Just really sad baby hours that they can't seem to 'do it 'right'' when really it's their partners getting pissy about a literal child being valued more than them.

"Mm not supp'sed ta talk to pirates. Even if they have a cute dog."

Marco smiled softly, crouching down to whisper in the kid's ear.

"If anyone asks, it's all my fault, cause I'm a big mean pirate, yeah?" He suggested playfully, picking them up into his arms while Stefan barked for attention.

The kid giggled, bouncing excitedly as they waved at Stefan who licked their fingers with every hop.

Kid reader would also attach faster to positive attention without the knowledge an older reader would that they're still a prisoner. Though they'd get scared easily and freak outs mostly involve getting upset that they can't leave to go back to their 'job'. By the time plot catches up, reader will mostly have let go of being a marine or having forgotten entirely. Liking being on a big ship where everyone is nice all the time and doesn't snap at them for things outside their control.

Teach would have convinced them that they're playing a hide and seek game seeing as it's the easiest route. Taking them around the islands to distract them from the fact that this 'game' sure is taking a long time.

Meeting Luffy is more positive cause they think his fruit feels cool but no one gets why they keep making drum sounds while playing with him--not that Teach let's it go on for long. He knows Ace is closing in at that point.

Triggering the Dial Down is due to finding out the truth and that Teach hurt Thatch. Wanting to 'ground' Teach from the neat powers he's used prolifically all this time. And then probably not totally understanding what Akainu did at first by melting his head.

Poor Ace and Marco will be so horrified when the last they see of little reader is just a sobbing child, wailing before accidentally "over locking" Akainu's fruit and blasting off.

Still gets saved by Mao and found as word gets out about a miraculous rescue of a child via sea king.

Reader is very tired and more than a little injured when they show up and take the tot home.

Aside from that, a lot more carrying around at every opportunity. Hugs and affection since reader isn't as against it. A lot easier to distract from negative situations and likely didn't realize they'd been drugged so Thatch isn't bullied like before.

Might keep the title thing cause it's funny to think of them trying to argue with a child who just thinks they're cooler than the actual name.

"Sweetie, call me Thatch, please! Or at least big brother! Oh! Just call me big brother!" 🥺

"But your title is soooo cool! Twin-Blade! Twice as sharp and a-sim-metric-al!" 🤓

"...T-Thats nice sweetie but... I wanna be big brother..." 😭

"What about calling me, Pops or Oyaji?" 😃

"But you worked so hard on your moose-stache, Whitebeard!"😃

"Wait! If you're my dad, would I grow big and tall like you!?" ☺️

"...y--" 🥺

"Don't lie to the baby, Oyaji!!!" 😡

(Zelda is going great btw! Ask your sister about Zelda going 'my people need me' on the Hyrule tower. I legit started laughing. Zelda's unexpectedly a damn troll and I love it)

[thesoulshyperrealaslacreatura]

Strive Pre-Patch Opinions:

Overall:

Super happy on overall lower damage/more interactions and nerfed 6P's! Also glad that the direction they took for the whole cast seems to have been specializing them instead of homogenising them. It does, however, mean that the character changes are what the patch is relying on, so the game experience is gonna go in wildly different directions for different players, not even counting how the changes relate to each other in different matchups - that is to say... idk man who knows what the game will look like tomorrow for like, anyone.

Characters I play often enough:

• Ky: on one hand, appreciate them leaning further into his special mechanics, but trading the game feel of reliable combos for more set play oriented ones feels like it's really pushing against the limitations of how simple shock state is as a mechanic (you either have it applied or you don't). He's still one of the 4 characters in base roster to not have gotten a new move, so I hope they take the time to give him something closer to Gio's or Chipp's where it directly impacts his flowchart and pushes the different corners of his gameplay together. I'm talking about Dragon Install yeah of course I'm talking about Dragon Install please have Dragon Install be more than a meme button no one uses.

• Jack'o: not much changed, so I'm vibing. 2D was generally kind of way too good (dodges + brings you closer + sets up for everything on counter hit while being the exact type of move most likely to actually hit people on counter hit) so I can understand where the nerf came from, and if you can still set up servant, than like, it takes some meter away, but who cares, you're still in win condition anyway. The new dash cancel definitely sounds fun, even if just to watch people at a higher level than me learn to use properly. Still silly.

• Bedman: interestingly went the exact opposite way of every other character where they buffed his neutral and combo game while nerfing him in win condition. Can't say I see myself really enjoying the changes, but, as always with this character, will depend on labbing and watching people better than me figure shit out. Have to say I don't understand how many situations were there where he had the head bomb error loaded and not just hugging the opponent, but maybe there actually were and the fact that there was nothing useful to gain from it is why it doesn't register in my mind. Them specifying that it drops lower before exploding if you use it in the air is interesting though. If the recovery from bed install is good enough to activate on block string I will make out with the whole development team sloppy style... if not... it should make for even more wild combos at least. Also finally the big body character has big body health holy shit this might be the biggest thing in his favor this patch lmao.

• ABA: still silly. No more holding back while going forward in neutral state is kind of sad but it did feel a little cheap. BETTER DANZAI. idk still looks fun.

Characters I don't play but still have thoughts on:

• Sol, Leo, May: I hope they shot them dead. Ok they can still be good but they have basically all been at top 5 for like the game's whole lifespan. Let's shake things out a little more like please those three were always just the "good at everything + explodes you in two touches" characters.

• Zato: cannot believe they are still being so conservative with his buffs. But who knows. It's not like I play him.

• Pot: sad that it seems like people are sad about him. I don't think my mains really struggled against him that much so I might not be feeling them anyway.

• Bridget: I used to play her more but I haven't ever reached a good enough level with her to be able to follow the patch notes and get a feel for what the changes would be like just in theory. Looks like she is gonna explode in this version though, wow.

• Anji: losing RC on overhead is rough but honestly charged Fuujin into other special moves sounds more fun I might learn him for a bit. Like yeah the reward on one of his options is lower but the mind games man I like the mind games (you know I play bed lmao). Hope his parry super actually works now.

• Baiken: almost everything about her sounds more fun, so I might also play around with her new kit. She finally looks like her own character rather than like, a rushdown with one or two weird properties about her. She always had one of the coolest themes so that also helps.

• Elphelt: the changes don't seem like enough to get me interested but glad they're still trying I guess. Always felt like I could mesh well with some of her degenerate offense but if only there was a bit more to it.

• Nago & Goldlewis: lmao. Also...

• Dizzy: lmao. I haven't purchased season 4 yet and might just not but she looks fun - set up based gameplay tends to scratch an itch for me. It's just that her optimal gameplan still looks like it might be a little too zoner-y for me to really feel like I'd play her beyond some messing about. Absolutely love her new design though and if that's the level of animation to expect going forward I just hope that once Raven definitely makes it in season 5 (PLEAAASE OH MY GOD) he gets to look this cool. Very funny looking back at animations for like, Sol and Ky's victory screens being just zoom ins on their faces (really smooth and expressive zoom ins, but still)

• Ram: I have to see her more in action but same as Baiken glad to see her have more of her kit instead of whatever it was that they did to her from Xrd to Strive.

[eriexplosion]

Okay I've put off the finale enough. Time for Return to Kamino.

You can tell it's awkward between Crosshair and Hunter right now because after his dramatic entrance Crosshair just. Slipped back out to wait up front rather than risk having to actually talk to Hunter about anything.

This first interaction though god there's so much there. "And so will your squad." "They'll still come for you." Just godddd the pain is so deep here and it's no one's FAULT it's the Empire's but you can't have interpersonal family dynamics with the Empire. It's only this painful because of how much everyone cares about each other.

POOR PANICKY OMEGA she's so scared and wants to go get Hunter RIGHT NOW IMMEDIATELY.

When do we get the Gregor in Cid's bar chaos cut?

Rampart has acknowledged Hunter's name but never Crosshair's, which is wild to me.

The fact that his subordinates still call him 'the clone' okay. The thing with Crosshair is he might have gotten the title but he never got an OUNCE of respect and god does it show. The fact that he willingly went back to this is a sign of how little self respect he has left frankly. He doesn't care that they treat him like shit because whatever he probably deserves to be treated like shit.

Echo getting down to ask Omega if she's alright is such a good moment for them, just a lovely example of how good they are at relating to her. (Her saying it doesn't matter they just need to save Hunter though sdoifjsf, I cannot wait to see her stubborn streak in season 3)

"Not the ones that matter" baby boy, my beloved delusional bitch, NONE of you matter and you NEVER WILL to the Empire.

"They don't leave their own behind. Most of the time."

Listen I love that his hurt is treated like it matters but I love that Hunter doesn't instantly give in when he hears it too. They did what they could with the information they had - which wasn't much - and it meant that they couldn't take Crosshair with them. Either they would have died or Crosshair would have been killed. There's no solution where they just grab Crosshair and take him with them and it all works out perfectly, and both of their sides are absolutely valid in the emotions they have and it's DELICIOUSLY COMPLICATED BETWEEN THEM.

"We didn't have a choice." "Hm. And I did?" - Okay though I love this exchange because it is. The singular time I think where we hear Crosshair admit that he didn't have a choice. He usually tries to pretend he's picked this path, that he's made his own decisions. And after a point he did, but those decisions will never not be influenced by something that was completely out of his control, and when he lets himself be a little raw he admits that, before he piles on all his stubbornness again.

GODDD HUNTER IS TRYING SO HARD STILL TO GET THROUGH TO HIM AND HE DOESN'T KNOW THAT CROSSHAIR ISN'T CHIPPED ANYMORE AND AGHHHHHHH. I know I'm focusing on this over the others in the lab but god there's just so much here I can't stop chewing on it. Hunter's sad sigh, the gentleness he uses to try to get through to him, Crosshair's face when Hunter mentions the chip because he knows it's not there and he isn't sure he fully believes that it was That Big A Deal anyway. I'm so. Emotional. About this.

Empty Kamino is still one of the creepier settings tbh

So funny how they fall for the 'oh we'll go where they're not expecting!' trick twice in a row because Crosshair is just that familiar with how they think.

"And here we all are, together again!" Brat.

HUNTER'S LITTLE NOD TELLING THEM TO DROP THEIR WEAPONS

"You think we'd bring her here? We're smarter than that." NO YOU ABSOLUTELY ARE NOT GO FIND THE KID RIGHT NOW

"You betrayed everything we stood for" babe you are the one being weird about what you stood for not the rest of the batch.

"You weren't loyal to me." LINES THAT STRIKE AT THE HEART EVERY TIME. THE MUSIC IS SO FUCKING GOOD ON THIS BIT. AND "I'm going to give you what youo never gave me. A chance." WHY THE DIALOGUE GOTTA GO SO DAMNED HARD.

The way that he tries to get Omega off world is another good signal that the chip is out, it's so different from aim for the kid it might as well be coming from a different person. Because it is. The chipped version was not Crosshair, not really, this is. Just. A very very damaged Crosshair.

Glad he drops the 'we're superior' bullshit in season two pretty much, guess 32 rotations starving on a platform will put some things back in perspective.

Tech spotting the mirrors and bringing Wrecker's attention to them right before Crosshair shoots everyone and pulls his helmet off it's just so much happening all at once and I adore the Emotion in this whole sequence.

YOU ARE ALL MEANT FOR MORE THAN JUST RUNNING. LIKE BEING THE LACKEY OF A GUY THAT FUNDAMENTALLY DISRESPECTS YOU.

"Don't become my enemy" "Crosshair, we never were" BABIES

And then the droid incident happens right when it seems like MAYBE they could get through and it's back to wrestling around on the ground like idiots.

This is not a fight this is Hunter managing a fucking tantrum while trying not to let Crosshair get shot in the meantime. Like it is clear they are not on equal footing in this lol. Crosshair manages to get the upper hand for exactly .5 seconds.

THE THEME KICKING IN WHEN HE JOINS UP AGAINST THE DROIDS MY GOD.

We need Tech alive it's the only way to get the theme back properly in season 3 if they play it without him it will feel EMPTY.

The DESPERATION ON HUNTER'S FACE AS HE TRIES ONE LAST TIME TO INSIST IT'S THE INHIBITOR CHIP. And I am still not over how.... the thing that Crosshair says 'Wrong' about isn't 'it's your inhibitor chip' but rather 'we can help you.'

This is just the face of a man that fundamentally thinks he can't be saved.

Like he doesn't look happy about this at ALL he looks exhausted and hurt, he's not proud when he says This is who I am.

Anyway he snapped his rifle up to try and commit suicide by Hunter I think, probably didn't occur to him that Hunter would have it on the stun setting.

Hunter's HEARTBREAKING EXPRESSION is a lot to take in but you also can see Tech's eyes widen and then narrow as he tries to process the new information and just. UGH. MY HEART AND SOUL IS WOUNDED.

And through it all, Hunter still checks for a scar trying to figure out what is going on. He still wants so bad for it not to be true that this is Crosshair in his right mind.

Which, well, he's not, just not because he's actively chipped.

U G H THE SHOTS OF EMPTY KAMINO JUST BEFORE THE BOMBING STARTS.

[braveclementine]

Dear Father, Let's Chat

Warnings: 18+readersonly

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OCs, which consist of Penny Fury, Elizabeth Nelson, Elijah Chan, Katya Venice, Violetta Moscow, Lan Le, Josh, Trang Tien, Ahni Jallow, Mai Ito, and Ghaida Kashual as well as other OCs that will come up throughout the story.

"Penelope." Her father pulled her into a tight hug in front of all the other Avengers. She hugged him back just as tightly, feeling both extremely happy with seeing her father again, while also feeling an underlying current of anger as well as just the slight pinch of guilt.

"Hi daddy." Penny mumbled, feeling like a little girl again. The Avengers were moving around them, being greeted by their friends and family- and sex partners she had to keep reminding herself. They were all sleeping together.

She watched as Wanda hugged Pietro as he came off the plane, the both of them smiling. But when she reached out for Sam, he dodged her touch, and murmured something to her. Penny watched Wanda's smile become sad, nodding in understanding, and turning back to Pietro.

A different sort of guilt seemed to punch her gut. She quickly looked back at her father. "Dad, I think we need to talk."

"Are you alright?" Her father asked, putting an arm around her shoulder and started to lead her back towards the tower. It was far colder here in New York than it had been in Sri Lanka, almost as though- ha!- she'd traveled across the world.

"Are you hurt? Did they touch you? Rape you? Should we run pregnancy tests and tests for HIV and AIDS?" Her father asked with no filter at all.

"I'm not hurt. I was never raped. I was touched a bit, yes, but never actually, you know." Penny let the thought finish. "So no, the tests are unnecessary."

Her father relaxed just slightly. The doors to Avengers Tower were opened and Penny looked around as the hot warmth of the building enveloped her.

She'd always wanted to come to Avengers Tower. She knew Tony Stark had built it- well had it built- and that it was Avengers Headquarters. The lower fifteen to twenty floors were filled with the non- Avengers who did other work. Mostly SHIELD agents, but also High School and college interns for engineering projects. There was also a side lab for students in sciency fields like bio-chemistry or microbiology.

The lobby was open and sparse, looking nearly like any other lobby of a grand building with white marble tiled floors. The furniture was all black leather, about six TVs, and two huge chandeliers.

"I hope you don't mind," Her father said as they nodded to one of the men outside of the elevator and they stepped into it. They clearly had the elevator all to themselves, which was made of glass and she could see out across the city as it started to ascend, "I would like you to stay in the tower for a week or two while everything gets sorted out. We still have to track down Blonsky and the folks that Rumlow used to kidnap you. The Avengers will be your best line of protection, though they all know to leave you alone."

Penny sighed, "Dad, at least one of the Avengers is my soulmate. You can't think that I shouldn't see who else is, right?"

"I would've preferred you not to interact with them." Fury sighed. "As good as they are at heroes, they are terrible at keeping relationships and I already know that you'll get hurt. They aren't loyal Penny."

"Agent Wilson told me about their endeavors." Penny replied.

"That's surprising. I would've assumed Stark would've spilled." Fury muttered.

"Agent Wilson said he was willing to give up the- er- orgies for me. Be loyal to me." Penny replied. "He also said he believed the others would do so too. And I think I should be allowed to at least give them a chance."

Fury glanced over at her and Penny stared back. Her father sighed, running a hand over his face. "Penny, I don't want to see you get hurt. Physically or emotionally."

"I'm old enough to make my own decisions, especially about my soulmates." Penny answered. "I'm more warning you. I'm not really asking for permission."

"I know. You're way to much like me." Fury muttered. "But at least heed my warnings. They've been used to simply doing just about anyone who lives in floors sixty to seventy whenever they want. Adding you as their soulmate to the mix is going to shake things up one way or another. As much as I love you, things will be shaken in their bonding's and ranks. Things might even get awkward between some of the heroes. So make sure you're swift in the rules you set with your soulmates."

"I will, don't worry." Penny replied.

"Are you sure you don't need anything from me?" Fury asked as the elevator started to slow.

"N-" Penny started and then looked at her father, "A psychiatrist. I. . . well I can't really talk about some of these things with you. A female psychiatrist preferably."

Fury nodded, pulling her into his arms once more and kissing the side of her head, "I'm glad you're safe."

"I love you dad. Thank you for sending them to rescue me." Penny whispered.

"I love you too."

The elevator doors opened and they drew apart. Fury nodded to her and then Penny exited the elevator.

"Penelope?" A dark skinned man asked. He was slender, pretty tall- probably 6'1- dressed in a simple T-shirt and jeans.

"Yes." She said.

He held out his hand, "Colonel James Rhodey."

"Nice to meet you." She said, now recognizing him. He looked very much like his picture, but she hadn't been able to place him right away without his army uniform on.

"Glad to see you're alright." James replied, yet Penny also saw that hint of worry behind his eyes. Probably wondering how her presence would affect the rest of them.

Penny wondered just how many of the Avengers she could possibly be mated to, and wondering if she was mated to anyone outside of the Avengers. What if it was just Sam?

Yet, somehow that seemed worse. Then Sam would have to watch as everyone else continued on the same and he was left out. Almost as though he was being excluded. It would be better if Penny had more soulmates so that they could all be together and it would be somewhat the same.

"Anyways, I can show you to your room if you'd like." Rhodey suggested.

"Yes, thanks." Penny replied quickly.

It was a trip back into the elevator and she noticed they went up to floor seventy-one.

"No one is on this floor yet." Rhodey replied. "When Kamala, Peter, and some of the other high school superheroes join in, this'll be their floor as well. Of course, your room might change depending on if you go from staying temporarily to permanently or what not."

Penny nodded and Rhodey opened up the room. "It's got all the basics- or what Tony considers basics anyways. If you need anything more personal though, all the girls are staying on floors sixty-four and sixty-seven. Except Elizabeth and Katya. They stay with Elijah and Lan on floor sixty-nine."

"Thank you." Penny replied.

"Any announcements or smaller questions F.R.I.D.A.Y. can answer." Rhodey said, lingering in the doorway. "I'll let you settle in. I have no idea what we're doing for dinner, but F.R.I.D.A.Y. will tell you when it's decided."

"Okay, thanks again." Penny said. Rhodey smiled and he closed the door behind him as he left.

Penny looked around the room.

It was very large, with thick white carpets. The bed in the center of the room was also extremely large, perhaps to fit five or six people in it. Then again, it probably was.

The dressers and accompanying furniture was all white to match everything else in the room. The closet already had basic T-shirts, jeans, and skirts in the closet. There were also several agent wear.

There was a minifridge that had rootbeer, Pepsi, Coke, Sprite, Dr. Pepper, Orange Fanta, green and blue Gatorades, different flavors of Bangs and Monsters, along with Milky ways, 3 Musketeers, Milk Hershey, Mr. Beast chocolate bars, and Recess Peanut butter cups.

"Nice." Penny muttered, taking out the Mr. Beast chocolate and a Coke.

She put both on the bedside table and sat down on the bed. She rubbed the spot on her arm where the Falcon tattoo had appeared.

There was a sudden knock at the door.

"Yeah! Come on in!" Penny said.

She was surprised when Elizabeth stepped through the door. She'd changed out of her superhero attire and was dressed like she was about to head out. Blue jeans, an olive green long-sleeved shirt tucked into her pants. A thick black belt with a chipped bronze buckle, cinching the pants tight. She had a simple small silver necklace with a cross around her neck and was wearing small black heeled boots about an inch and a half. Her long brown hair had been pulled back into a neat ponytail.

"I wanted to check in on you." Elizabeth said quietly. "You had a hard flight from what I understand."

"You're the one who almost died." Penny pointed out.

Elizabeth shrugged, "So a daily occurrence. What's new? My fault anyways, I'm usually much better at the missions than that."

Elizabeth paused, looking down at Penny. Penny felt the strangest feeling she was being analyzed. Elizabeth sighed, putting her hands in her pockets. "I know the atmosphere is weird. It's because we don't know where you stand. Nick has made it completely obvious that if you're with your soulmates, they're no longer able to participate in the orgies. Which is fine, you know? You should be able to have loyal soulmates. What hurts you here, in everything not just the relationships, is indecision. It's okay to think something over, but you have to be quick about it. I know you're going to need time to get to know your soulmates. They're great people, trust me. And we're all extremely relaxed here. If you want your soulmates. . . loyal is a weird word. We're all loyal to each other. But if you'd prefer to be their only partner, they're going to do it for you. And the rest of us aren't going to have hard feelings over it. But we did just get back from a very stressful mission and feelings are going to be running high. Now, what do you want for dinner?"

Penny blinked. She'd taken in most of what the girl in front of her had said until the last bit, "Did you. . . did you just give me a heartfelt speech and then completely change the subject?"

"Yep, I do that a lot. I'm OCD and ADHD and I can't focus on only one thing. I'm scatterbrained, I know way to many weird facts, and I'm pretty sure I'm crazy. What do you want for dinner?"

Penny knew she liked the girl at that moment. "No idea. I'm not really hungry."

"Of course you aren't." Elizabeth responded and Penny was once again swept up into confusion. "You're used to eating in a different time zone, not to mention there probably wasn't a lot of food that they gave you to eat. You know, because the submissives who are known as 'pets' aren't allowed to have good food or a lot of food in large quantities. So you're stomach has been shrinking from a lack of food. But you should eat now anyways just to restart your schedule. Come on."

She didn't even wait for Penny to respond, already half-way down the hall as Penny darted out of her door and caught up to her.

"Where are we going?"

"Kitchen."

Elizabeth responded calmly, stepping into the elevator.

"Who cooks?"

"A couple of us. Usually Wanda or me. If it was left to the guys, they'd order junk food every night and then we'd be a bunch of fat superheroes."

"I thought you were a small town superhero."

"I was." Elizabeth agreed. "Till I found out my mom was part of HYDRA and she sent my brothers- who weren't actually my brothers- as super soldiers after me. Lovely, yay. Nick promised to protect me and my friends. I still get to do my small assignments and everyone's happy. Nick likes to send me on missions as a secret weapon. Everyone always underestimates me."

"I can see that, no offense." Penny replied. Elizabeth didn't really look like a fighter.

"None taken." Elizabeth said. "I don't look like a warrior. But then again, I rarely have to deal with hand to hand combat. I just call up water waves and drown people. It's more of a mental strength. And then the people who do know about my powers assume that if there's no water around, I'm useless. But I'm not." Elizabeth flashed Penny a wicked grin, "I can use the water in their bodies to choke themselves. You know the body is made up of sixty percent water. It's a handy trick."

As the elevator doors opened up in a large common room with basically every Avenger imaginable, Penny made a side note to never get on Elizabeth's bad side.

Suddenly, a giant shadow swooped down on the two of them. "What's for dinner Queen of Ice?"

Elizabeth smirked as Penelope stared up at Thor. "I don't know yet. What do you want?"

"You." Thor smirked.

"Ha." Elizabeth teased, rolling her eyes. "Elijah wouldn't let you after this afternoon."

"Isn't Elijah your soulmate?" Penelope asked in confusion. Elizabeth grabbed Penny's arm to drag her past Thor and into the kitchen which- compared to the other room- was completely empty.

"Oh yeah. Soulmate, Husband, dom, master, handler." Elizabeth rattled off, pulling open cupboards and pulling out things in a seemingly sporadic manner.

"Handler. . ."

"Look, like I said, we're all together. Elijah is my soulmate and he's my master. So he decides when, where, and who I get to interact with." Elizabeth said this all calmly and unconcerning as though they were simply talking about the weather.

"Which can be a right pain in the ass when I have to become aware of how I treat him whenever an orgy comes up, otherwise he makes me sit and watch and I can't participate." Elizabeth complained. She looked over at Penny. "He's got a voyeuristic kink so he likes to watch. Especially watching me with other men."

"Isn't that. . . strange to you?" Penny asked uncertainly.

"Maybe at first." Elizabeth shrugged. "But now I like it. You find that with all of us, there's just about every kink here. So you find the kinks you're okay with and you stick with 'em. No one makes anyone travel outside their comfort zone. And for every person that's got a kink, there's at least one person to reciprocate it. It's a complex and beautiful system."

"And I'm going to screw it up?"

"I didn't say that." Elizabeth shrugged again. "I'm guessing you've never had a lot of true interaction. But tell me, how would you feel about joining us? Not me, obviously. I'm straight as a board. But most of everyone else out there is either straight girls or everyone else is bi. And you could even have Ahni, she's only into girls. If you're into girls of course, there's no shame in being straight either. But is that something you'd even want?"

Penny had no idea. She'd never even thought about herself joining in. She wondered how her father would feel about that.

Before she could say anything, Tony Stark strolled into the kitchen. He shot her a wink and then tried to grab whatever Elizabeth was making.

"Anthony!" Elizabeth scolded, hitting him over the head with a heavy wooden spoon. "Hands off."

"Damnit." Tony muttered, sitting down next to Penny. He looked over at her. "I'm Tony Stark."

"Penelope Fury. You can just call me Penny." She responded, flinching harshly at the tattoo that was appearing on her left shoulder. She pulled her shirt sleeve down and glanced over to see a peacock there.

"Fitting." Elizabeth commented slyly.

"I like peacocks." Tony pouted. He had pulled his shirt off and was trying to look at the tattoo on his back.

"Yeah, I bet." Elizabeth continued, "Handsome, proud, and a pain in the ass."

"It's a red panda." Penny informed him as he paused looking at his tattoo, glaring at the ice princess. Penny giggled a little.

"Cute." Tony grinned. "So, what are you girls talking about?"

"Sex and orgies." Elizabeth stated bluntly before Penny could even think of a topic to lie about.

Tony chuckled, "Already? Good lord Elsa, she's barely been here for an hour."

Elizabeth smirked and Penny was suddenly aware of the thick smell of cooking meat floating through the kitchen. Hamburgers, by the smell of it.

"Alright." Elizabeth said and Penny watched as several dishes full of food were flung onto the table. She was vividly reminded of Beauty and the Beast with the dancing dishes, except these dishes were floated onto the table by water waves. "Dinners served."

[humming-pokemon-helpers]

[It's an audio recording... it sounds like it started picking up halfway through a conversation.]

"Tomorrow, then..."

"Tomorrow."

"Are you sure? I mean, I can lie my ass off, don't get me wrong, but... I can't promise he's gonna believe me. Man's probably got a fuckin' lie detector on his sleeve too."

"I don't need him to believe, I just need him there. That's all. Honestly, you could sell me out and I'd be fine too. After all, it's your job."

"...I'm sorry. About her."

"I don't really want to..."

"Sorry, I just don't get it. Half the time I don't get her. I mean, if it was me throwing you under the bus, no offense, I don't give a shit. We didn't even meet until Friday, you're like... barely above my aunt's Purrloin."

"Is there a point to this...?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm gettin' there. But you were like... her fuckin' ideal, man. She didn't shut up about you for months when we were kids, and now... what, you're a lab Ratatta? Just some experiment?"

"..."

"Look, what I'm saying is, she basically kicked a sad little wet Zorua who trusted her. And I feel like shit being associated with that. So here. I'm here. To fix her damn mistakes."

"...Never call me that again."

"Listen, my bad, you've got a mean kicked-puppy face. I dunno if that's illusions or whatever, but you're really fuckin' good at making me feel like a villain. So. Lemme fix up my lab, and we'll see how good I am at this 'cool dude redemption' shit. And then we can never meet again!"

"You both talk so, so much. Arc. I'm a therapist and I don't talk that much. I just... I'm leaving before she pops in here and I have to Deal With It. Okay? Alright. Let me know if your little blob ever needs therapy, I owe you one if this actually fuckin' works."

"His name's Goop, but alright, see you... er, don't see you tomorrow!"

pzzt... i don't know if i like this idea, pzzt...

[misscrazyfangirl321]

Topher and Adelle: Come on, bring it in.

"Come on, bring it in," he says with a grin, opening his arms. It's a good day all around-setting a new house record for imprinting time that blows the last one out of the water, finally getting his trampoline, and finding time for lots of junk food in the middle-and he's thriving.

All this day needs is one solid eye roll from his new boss, and he'll be set.

He's used to annoying people, especially bosses, and frankly, he doesn't care (much, mostly). He's a genius, and if they want his help, they have to put up with him as-is. (And they do, always, until he annoys them enough that they pass him on with whatever excuse they can muster). This new one, DeWitt, is exactly the kind that hates him most: utterly professional, brisk, unflappable. But she's practical enough to know that he's her best option, so she's just going to have to learn to get used to his-

His train of thought is utterly derailed as she steps into his arms, hands resting against his back.

Is she... Hugging him?

"Well, now what?" She asks, amusement in her voice. He can't blame her, really; he's frozen, internally flailing, trying to remember what to do, where his hands are supposed to go, or how any of this even works. (Has it really been that long since he's hugged someone? That's kind of sad, if he cares to think about it. He doesn't.)

He may be a genius, but not when it comes to excuses; he settles for sheepish honesty. "Uh, I'm not sure. I didn't really... Expect to get this far."

She actually laughs, a sound he didn't even realize she could make, and pats his back once, gently, before withdrawing. "I suggest in the future you put a great deal more thought into your actions, hm? And don't expect this to be a regular occurrence."

There's... A lot of words there, and he'll take the time to parse them out later, but for now, there's just one thing he can focus on. "You hugged me."

Some of the humor fades from her face (but not her eyes; they're dancing, and he's struck by the unbelievable thought that his new, British, guarded, straight-laced boss is having fun), and she replies. "There is one thing, Mr. Brink, which I suggest you remember."

"Oh?"

"No one would ever believe you." She holds his gaze until she's apparently satisfied that he got the message before turning, striding out of his lab with her head held high.

Shaking his head, he smiles to himself. Maybe this new boss will be okay after all.

[hall0wedwyrm]

EVAAAANNNN

Evan is very introverted and shy, opting to do his own thing and hang around with his extended family (aka the majority of the UT cast). He feels most understood by Frisk, who he considers a cousin. They both talk a lot about what its like to be associated so closely to Monsters, and living in a Human-heavy society.

Despite being an incredibly successful experiment into how a Human Soul and a Monster Soul could be combined, Evan is still a tad unstable. There’s been a few incidents where he has had to be taken back into the labs and reassessed, but currently he’s doing much better. He’s also got his fair share of medical issues that come with the strong will of Determination, mixing in a Monster-based body; He’s got supports for this spine and back (his spine holding his ribs arms and head) along with medication for supporting his soul. He's very self-conscious about his bizarre appearance, and he's under the impression it'll freak people out.

Being not part of such a huge event of all Monster-kinds lives made him extremely curious about it all. No one had really talked to him about it, and he didn’t really know who to ask. He vaguely mentions something to Frisk about it, but they just say it was tough all around and everyone is trying to move on. Which just makes him more curious. At some point he plans to go into the Underground, but he's stopped by Sans, who just says "kid you could have asked me. i don't mind tellin ya"

….also…. people don’t know this…. but Steve is… very not human… they're basically a demi-god... and this amplified some of Sans’s powers… yeah. oopsies!

also gonna link my post about his dads here too. Its not long but i think they're funny (I should give them the same treatment i did for Exe and Hero and making them a fanfic mmmmmm)

Extra deets :))))

Evan takes so much after Sans and it scares everyone. One time, he made some kind of pun towards Papyrus, and he deadpan stared at him and said "Sans literally said the exact same thing." and Evan laughed.

I'm also a huge believer in 'Sans is a really good dad' and he would probably do anything for Evan. Steve is also a good dad, but more in the way of "this being is so small and im so terrified to hold him but my gods would i do anything for him. look at him this is my son,,,,"

Evan first met Toriel when he was younger and he was feeling a bit out of place for one of the first times. He had ran off and she scooped him up and gave him some Butterscotch Pie which made him feel a lot better. It became a bit of a tradition after this; whenever Evan was kind of feeling sad or worried, he'd visit Toriel to eat pie with her :)

Mettaton really REALLY wanted Evan to be on his show, but he's way too camera shy and full of anxiety that he kind of can't. Instead, MTT does a mock up version (no cameras and no crew) and they ended up talking for hours and he forgot he actually had a real show to do.

Though its not happened, but I had the thought anyway, but Evan can melt. and he could potentially reset the timeline, since he could probably have enough Determination to do it. It wouldn't be a major reset though, since Frisk saves everyday before they sleep and in the morning and they have the major control over the timelines

[homo-rashi]

Kinktober 2023 | First Kiss

Original Male Character x Original Male Character

“I don't get it, how come he is a part spider but he doesn't make his own webs? Why does he have to physically make them?” Akihiko asks, Yuu lowering the movies they're watching, Spiderman, to answer another one of Akihiko’s questions. He doesn't mind because he has seen it many times before. 

“In the comics, he could make his own web fluid, but they made him have to physically make it in the movies for some reason, I don't know, maybe to show he is smart and good in a lab?” Yuu doesn't have a real answer but he tries his best. He turns the volume back up and they continue watching in silence for a few minutes.

“So, Tom Holland…” Akihiko teases, 

“Are we gonna talk about our taste in men on our first date?” Yuu lowers the volume, fully prepared to also bring up how attractive he finds Zendaya. 

“I'm just saying…I have always had a thing for American men.” Akihiko says and Yuu can't help but hold back a laugh. 

“I think he is british.” Yuu teases, 

“But he sounds american.” Akihuko argues, 

“He is playing an american! Of course he sounds american.” Yuu laughs again,cuddling closer into Akihiko. Now that he feels less awkward, still embarrassed but less so. He is enjoying cuddling…a lot. 

“If you like American men, do you find me attractive?” Yuu aks, realizing only after he said it how much of a bold question it was, 

“Japanese men are elite. Especially cute bisexual ones who like strawberry sandwiches.” Akihiko brings a hand up and and presses a single finger onto the tip of Yuu's nose. The finger lingers, and then turns into a hand resting on his cheek. Suddenly, he doesn't want to talk about how hot he finds Zenday anymore, or Tom Holland, even though he is more of a Tony Stark kinda guy, Spiderman is too young for him.

“Who do you find attractive?” Akihiko asks, quietly, His words barely audible over the low playing sound of the TV. 

“I've never dated anyone before, I only ever thought I would date and marry a woman.” Yuu says in all honesty, 

“Really?” Akihiko pulls back his hand gently and reaches for the remote, muting the movie all together, “Why is that?” Yuu looks at Akihiko, and he is serious, he genuinely doesn't know, 

“I'm Japanese, I live in Japan…We- I mean, Two men can’t even get married. Being gay doesn't exist here…I’m lucky I actually find women attractive, it's not like I would have been unhappy, just- Did you ever question if you were gonna come out?” 

“I look gay.” Akihiko shrugs. “I’m feminine. I have long hair. I have a soft voice, I like nice things. Before I went to America, people said things behind my back, thought things…When I came back, I just never went back into the closet. I don't regret it. Nobody is confrontational here, nobody says anything to my face. My friends all came around. I have even dated a few men.” What Akihiko says seems like a best case scenario to him, a dream…. 

“I've never even kissed anyone.” Yuu admits. He figured Akihiko had dated, maybe not men…even knowing he is gay, it's just not something people do in Japan, to be actively gay…It sounds weird in his head when he thinks of it like that. 

“You will be my first kiss with someone I genuinely believe likes me for me.” Akihiko says, boldly, Yuu can't help but bush at what that means, 

“You want to kiss me?” Yuu asks shyly

“So bad. All night I've wanted to kiss you many times.” Akihiko pauses, “But I'm glad I didn't.” Yuu instantly feels himself get a little sad inside, Akihiko being happy he didn't kiss him, probably means he did something wrong, and he knows what but he is trying to forget that ever happened. 

“Why?” He asks, hoping Akihiko doesn't bring up his accident, his wet clothes still sitting on the floor of this man's bathroom.

“Because now, I can make this so much more special knowing it's your first.” Yuu doesn't have time to change these panicked thoughts of rejection into anything but confusion as Akihiko pulls his chin up, their eyes meeting. “Can I kiss you?” He asks quietly, 

“You want to?” Yuu whispers back, 

“More than anything.” It feels like not even a second passes after Yuu nods, that Akihiko lips are pressed against his, the blanket falling from his lap as he sits up straighter, leaning into Akihiko. The feeling of his stubble on his upper lip is strange, but he likes it. He never thought about how that would feel, kissing a guy who also has facial hair. Albeit not a lot. Yuu opens his eyes mid way through the kiss, but sees Akihiko has his closed so he does that, not knowing really what the norm is. Before he knows their lips are parting and he is sad, He wasn't done. 

“How was that?” Akihiko asks, Yuu doesn't answer because he doesn't know how to speak the feeling he is currently experiencing, instead he gets on his knees, gently placing one on either side of Akihiko, pulling him back into a kiss, this time deeper, this time he knows what he wants. This time, he decides when he has had enough. But from how good he is feeling, he will never have enough of this. 

[nebulastarss]

Oh fuck my mobile ass has to copy this by hand btw. Actually. It's easier if I just don't huh. Damn. I stopped doing these because I didn't want to copy them line by line but there's literally nothing forcing me to.

No I'm not named after anyone, my mom just thought it was a cute name ^v^

The last time I cried was technically like 3 hours ago when I shed a few tears at a particularly sad video, but it was actually like 2 weeks ago when I sobbed profusely for about 2 hours after my mom told me I was wasting my brain by not applying to certain scholarships (and other things)

I have no kids. I can't even drink legally yet.

Ew sports. Sadly marching band is mandatory band activity at my highschool, thankfully its only at the beginning of the year

Yeah. A student teacher left us all letters once and said I was perfect with it.

Body language or vibes or something. Sensing their aura or whatever people believe in.

My eye color is blue! It's got green bubbles in it which is sick

I dislike scary movies and sad endings, happy endings all the way.

Hobbies include: clarinet playing, sketching, cat whispering, not burning everything I cook, sometimes paintings that are decipherable, and an inability to learn how to ride a bike

I have 6 cats and 2 dogs. The dogs are a lab-retriver mix and a husky puppy.

I am 5'5 and have been for the last 5 years

Favorite subjects are physics and art

Dream job is an art teacher ^v^

15 people, 15 questions

Thank you to the lovely @imlivingformyselfdontmindme for the tag! <3

Are you named after anyone? No, I'm not, if you're not counting that random saint from the calendar my mum and brother were looking at. But my mother's great aunt was named Valentina too. She also never married, but nobody knows much about her.

When was the last time you cried? To tell you the truth, I can't really remember! It's been quite a chill month so far.

Do you have kids? No, thank you.

What sports do you play/have you played? I haven't played any sports, but I'm trying to exercise more at home and I've started hulahooping.

Do you use sarcasm? Not much online, but occasionally irl.

What’s the first thing you notice about people? Their hair?

What’s your eye color? Green.

Scary movies or happy endings? Always happy endings, please.

Any talents? I like knitting!

Where were you born? Italy.

What are your hobbies? Knitting, reading, listening to music and watching movies and series, the usual lot.

Do you have any pets? No, never had one.

How tall are you? Around 171cm.

Favorite subject in school? Art History, Literature, English literature, Pedagogy, and Chemistry. I do not know how to study anymore though. Shh.

Dream job? I wanna hide in a castle and pretend I am that castle's ghost. I wonder how long it would take for people to notice me living in it. Probably not very long, but I don't have a very well-designed plan yet.

I would like to tag @pollodigitale, @agentofship, @an-imaginary-raven, @stitch-me-not, @mycatisatool, only if they want to do this!

Have a lovely day, all! 💛🌻🌟