#i'll.... get back to the theoretical science of it all later

[kyngsnake]

yeah. one consequence of Avery’s mutation is a slightly higher average body temp. 101-103f sort of range. Sleeping next to him in the desert probably sucks actually.

[mcskullmun]

What's red valley about

*takes you gently by the shoulder and looks deep into your eyes somewhere vaguely near your face*

Buddy I am so glad you asked.

In the hopes of this essay answer convincing you to listen to Red valley it will be relatively spoiler free and ambiguous. Full disclosure I am incredibly bias towards this show because it currently has a death-grip on my brain, mind and soul.

Broadly, Red Valley is a fiction podcast, similar to tma, spanning two and a third seasons plus three fun little mini series. I say "a third" because season three is split into three parts, and we currently only have the first. The second is due to be released later this year I believe.

The premise behind Red Valley, in a sentence is, "In all the sci-fi shows you see, where people can go into pods and wake up 10,000 years later just fine, how did we get there?" It's about the messy stage of theoretical science being applied in unethical ways, in the hopes of changing the world. Its about the early development (and testing) of cryonic preservation tech.

It follows two main protagonists, Warren Godby and Gordon Porlock (who are widely shipped throughout the fandom, though nothing is canon yet) as they investigate, and eventually endure the Red Valley seed vault. Although, as it becomes rapidly apparent, "There aren't a lot of seeds in the Red Valley Seed Vault". The show deals with themes of isolation, memory loss, distrust and mental deterioration. But also friendship, endurance, and uh... weird cruises.

It's characters include:

Karen Godby. Ngl I hate this bitch. She is Warren's controlling, abusive wife and she deserves everything that's coming to her. She uses concern as a way to guilt Warren, and seems generally dismissive of his concerns and feelings.

Aubrey Wood. Initially presented solely through tapes, she fits the "mad scientist" archetype. After something goes horribly wrong with her work, we get to see more sides of her. By the end of season three part one, she is an incredibly well fleshed out character with uh... quite the name for herself. She's also in a canon lesbian relationship, which admittedly does not get enough love here on tumblr.

Bryony Halbech. Cunt/aff. She is the mad scientist. She is the driving force behind the Red Valley project and truly the antagonist of the podcast. In so far as this podcast has one, at least. One brilliant thing about her, is that while she presents as your typical, "heartless, mind over emotions, complete control villain" this is a front that she wears, to hide how excited she is about what she does. How much she cares about her work. She is a "truly evil" villain who still maintains layers and depth.

Clive Schill. Now, if your asking me about Red Valley it's more than likely because you've seen the truly embarrassing affect Mr. Schill has had on me. If you want an in depth character analysis feel free to scroll back on my blog or look for asks I have sent to other fans, there's a LOT. In short, he is an irritating embodiment of capitalism with a flair for creative insults. He's like if Elias Bouchard was a fortnight adult/pos. But his character has so much more to it than that! He loves his family, he is deathly afraid of being forgotten, ect. ect. I'll spare you the essay. He's a morally fucked, incredibly likeable man. He's also responsible for the piece of official Redval merch named "Piss Mug" and Red Valley's sugar daddy.

And for the main events,

Warren Godby: He's just a Guy. Real wet cat of a man. Bitter about his place in the world with no idea how he got there. Of course that's not uh entirely true but just... just listen to the podcast.

Gordon Porlock: Fucking insane/pos. I mean not insane insane, but he is a conspiracy theory, nerdy redditor who canonically has no friends. He's also gay for Warren. He is a very interesting character in that he is Obsessed with cryonic preservation, and seems entirely unfazed by the more gory aspects. He is on the "good team", but isn't vastly different to the Redval scientists.

The podcast itself mostly takes place within Red Valley, a remote and seemingly abandoned research facility in The Middle Of Nowhere, Scotland. This is where some of season 1 and almost all of season 2 takes place, and where isolation is a heavy theme. I personally love it, its got great Vibes and possesses the perfect spooky atmosphere.

Season three is all over the place and follows (Soft, slightly irritated sigh) Clive Schill. It's a wonderful dive into his character, and the attitudes of the common man and the rich towards cryonic preservation. 10/10, no notes. The frogs are great.

Overall the voice acting and writing is amazing. At no point did I feel it dragged, and while I was initially confused when Warren and Gordon were talking (similar accents) they got easier to distinguish real fast. It's funny and sad, perfect combo. There's also some... gnarly sound affects.

Pay Attention To The Content Warnings. For The Love Of Schill Pay Attention To The Content Warnings. Please. There are some pretty heavy moments that took me completely off guard, big mistake.

Final notes, you will see me shipping Clive Schill and Warren Godby a lot. THIS WILL NOT MAKE SENSE WHEN (if) YOU LISTEN TO RED VALLEY. They are, at first glance, the two least shippable characters. I don't mean like Lonelyeyes crackship where it kinda makes sense, I mean AWFUL. TRULY DISGUSTING. My fic, "And I think we're all glad it wasn't me" explains everything, but contains just so many major spoilers for season 1. Just trust me, I'm not mad. The fic explains everything. I promise.

Anyway uh feel free to ask more or talk about it if you decide to listen. I uh. am normal about this podcast. As you can probably tell.

~ Peter

[aita-blorbos]

WIBTA for getting revenge against the person that ruined my life?

I (36M) am (still am, losing your job doesn't get rid of a persons PHD) a scientist that specializes in theoretical physics and studies of the multiverse. Until around a year and a half ago I had a job at a prestigious science facility, where I designed a device that would transport anything from other dimensions to ours (we had to set it off a little bit ahead of schedule, but overall, I'd say I did a good job with the timeframe I was given!).

This is where a person I'll call SM comes in.

One of the tests I ran on the device involved bringing a radioactive spider from another dimension to ours, but unfortunately, it escaped and bit him, which resulted in him gaining amazing powers, and becoming a superhero (he killed the spider right after it bit him, BTW.) (just thought I should bring that up.) (really stellar guy, takes important moments in his life REAL seriously.) (I don't think text is doing a good job conveying how sarcastic I am being right now, so to clarify: I AM BEING REALLY SARCASTIC.).

My first face-to-face meeting with SM was brief, but impactful. It happened when he and another important-but-not-so-relevant-to-the-story-guy broke in to my (ex) workplace a day before we were going to set off the device for real, all so that they could steal top secret information from us....And a bagel?! Which SM actually used as a projectile to HIT ME WITH (what kind of person DOES THAT? And with so much unnecessary force, too!)

Then, a day later, he blew up my invention WHILE I WAS STILL IN THE ROOM. I wasn't even one of the people fighting him, all I was trying to do was grab a canister of the dark energy my device was generating, but he didn't care at all that I was there!

Because of him blowing up that machine, I was turned in to...Something else. I don't have a face anymore, and my entire body is covered with these holes. Things fall through them all the time, and it leads to all sorts of embarrassing accidents that always cause people to laugh at me.

Not only that, but by doing this, he also made me lose my job, which was practically my entire life. I look so grotesque, my own family won't even LOOK AT ME, and I can't even get a new job to support myself because of the way my condition makes me look!

So that means by the time SM and I finally met again, I was so dangerously low on funds, I had to resort to a life of crime! I decided to jumpstart it by robbing an ATM machine because that's pretty harmless and easy, isn't it? I mean, it's a machine, nobody loses anything from me taking from one of those, besides for the bank, but who cares about them? They steal from people all the time! I'd hardly say it's a villainous act to take from them, except for the fact that robbery is illegal. Anyway, the shopkeeper assaulted me for trying to steal from the ATM machine.

Maybe I should have seen that one coming.

...Eh, whatever.

It only gets worse from here, because then, out of nowhere, SM shows up, makes fun of me, and then cuts me off while I tried explaining to him who I am and why I should matter to him, just so he could read a text. Which is just unbelievably rude, and tbqh, pretty unheroic!

He spent the rest of what was SUPPOSED to be our epic battle on his phone, texting some person. This fight was meant to be a huge deal for both of us, and he didn't take it seriously at all, he barely even bothered to look at me for a majority of it. At one point, he even webbed me up and left in the middle!

Our fight did eventually resume, and midbattle he told some police officer that I was just a "villain of the week", while I was RIGHT THERE!

Eventually, the fight brought as all the way back to the site of the accident, right where our connection first formed. This was finally a point where I had the chance to tell him everything, what I did for him, what he did to me! And even after all that, he still treated me like a JOKE!

I got really mad at that point, which came back to bite me pretty quickly. As in, I accidentally kicked myself in to one of my own holes (like I said before, I have a lot of holes, they go places, one hole took my foot to my own butt, and I fell in to another hole).

But on the bright side, this resulted in me finding out that I'm a transdimensional superbeing. Which gave me an epiphany! I finally know what I want to do now, and how I'm going to do it. There's a lot of science involved, multiversal travel, stuff like that. But the basic idea is that I'm getting payback. The way I see it, he took everything from me, so why shouldn't I get to take everything from him? It makes sense, right? Because of him, I have nothing, so why should he have anything? It's only fair!

So, as long as everything goes according to plan, by the time I'm done, he shouldn't have anything left, and then he'll finally learn to respect me.

....Wow, this came out way longer than I thought it would.

Here's a tl;dr!:

SM ruined my life, WIBTA if I ruined his in return?

[pixelatedollhouse]

📩 Simblr question of the day: Choose as many sims/ocs as you'd like for this question, What's something INCREDIBLY obscure and/or out-of-pocket about your sim/oc? Something that nobody (fellow sims and/or your followers and mutuals) knows 👀 (This could be things about their social skills, physicality and/or birth defects, or it could be something they vaguely remember, a dream they had that actually predicted the future, etc etc... whatever you come up with)

( p.s I'm [the SQOTD anon] planning on starting a separate SQOTD blog for these asks/questions, and I'm open for input on this :) ) ( p.p.s freely share this SQOTD around, anon or not, and use the # SQOTD ~ 💛 )

This is a fun one! Think I'll share a little more backstory for Andy and Jeff, as I'm at a point in this save where it's unlikely I'd digging into their backstories, and I hadn't really given a lot of thought to those two back when I started. Not sure if that counts as obscure or out of pocket, but I'll take any excuse to ramble about my sims!

Andy: As the offspring of a PT, Andy theoretically has thousands of siblings, but unlike them she was the only one sent back to her homeworld of Sixam, where she was raised by her alien dad, Captain Collins, instead of her sim one. As a result of this, she chose to move to San Myshuno as a young adult to get a taste of the life she might have lived if she hadn't been sent back.

While she's very open about her status as an alien and will freely tell anyone about life growing up on Sixam, she's secretive of the fact that she only grew up there because she was sent back. I imagine that when Jeff was later abducted and became pregnant himself, she feared he and Alec would also send the baby back in favour of having a biological science baby, and was relieved when they happily kept it (second surprise baby and all!)

Jeff: His parents are very career-focused, so with them working long hours Jeff was put into a lot of extracurricular sports to keep him busy, and his Aunt Kass looked after him during the hours school and sports didn't fill. Jeff found that his success in sports was pretty much the only time his parents took much notice of him, which lead to him becoming very competitive in fear of losing that source of attention.

He was sent to a (in my head, an all boys) private/boarding school in his teen years, where he figured some things out about himself. Not having a close relationship with his parents lead to him confiding in his aunt first. Summers and holidays were always spent with her in the city, which brings us up to his first rotation.

His parents aren't unaccepting, but their desire to put their careers over being a family has led to Jeff breaking off contact with them, and looking up to his aunt as a parental figure instead.

[gmanwhore]

can u tell me abt Half Life....*looks at you with the widest shimmering eyes*

*STARES BACK INTENSLY*

Ok so it is a game series by Valve where you (mostly) play as a theoretical physicist named Gordon Freeman. He worked at a top-secret science facility called Black Mesa and they were experimenting on a crystal from a border world planet called Xen and ended up accidentally ripping a portal open to Xen (it was called the Resonance Cascade), and Gordon (And a security guard named Barney Calhoun and two other theoretical physicists named Colette Green and Gina Cross and a HECU Marine named Adrain Shephard) had to fight the aliens had to come through. Also everyone but Adrian also had to fight the HECU marines because they HECU are there to bascially go in and kill everyone and everything in Black Mesa if things go to shit. Anyways. Gordon fights everything and ends up going to Xen and kills the Nialanth which is the giant alien baby-looking thing which had every other alien under it's control, it was also the last on it's kind. So yeah Gordon kills it then the G-man shows up and is like "Hey Gordon. Join me or I'll let all the remaining aliens kill you" so Gordon joins him. And twenty years later Gordon wakes up on a train going to City 17, which is one of the last remaining urban centers after the Combine, a race of fascist aliens took over the world after finding earth through the Resonance Cascade and they took over the whole world. Anyways now everyone is kinda like. Under the Combine's rule. So anyways Barney finds Gordon and brings him to Dr. Kleiner (Dr. Kleiner is Gordon's mentor and science dad) and everyone is so happy to see Gordon! That's also when we first meet Alyx (she is my wife I love her) and Gordon gets his power armour back, and he has to go to Black Mesa east where Eli is (Eli is Alyx's dad and Gordon's old co-worker) and he goes to do that and Comine shoot at him. Oh yeah Gordon's old boss Dr. Breen is working with the Comine that's important. Anyways he gets to Black Mesa East and sees Eli again (Alyx is also there cuz she teleported first but Gordon didn't) and they hang out a bit (Eli's friend Judith Mossman is there too, she's important) before Black Mesa East gets attacked because SOMEONE ratted them out so everyone scatters and Gordon has to go to Ravenholm (We don't go the Ravenholm) which is filled with zombies and there's this preist guy named Father Grigori is there, he's chill, he gives Gordon a shotgun and they fight the zombies together before Ravenholm gets set on fire and Father Grigori runs into the flames because he won't leave his people. So Gordon is just kinda there now. And then he finds out Eli is at Nove Prospekt (The Combine's really big prison) so Gordon goes on a road trip to find him. He also finds out what Antlions are are also learns how to control them throught the pheremone pods the antlions have. So he gets to Nova Prospekt and tries to find Eli and fights some guards and antlions and shit but Eli isn't there! So he meets up with Alyx again and they go back to Kleiner's lab. They also found out Judith betrayed everyone because she hates Gordon for taking her job. Anyways. So it turns out an entire week has passed way to fast because of the teleporter mishap. And the uprising started! Yay! So yeah they decide to go to the Citadel. Barney joins them and they head to the Citadel, and Gordo gets in (Alyx got captured) Breen tried to get Gordon to betray his friends and but Gordon...didnt say anything, I am sure he is mute. Anyways Breen tried to contact the Combine and ends up dying, Gordon, Alyx and Eli escape, and the Citadel blows up then G-man shows up again and is just like "Just checking in <3"

Anyways that's just. 1 and 2. There are other episodes to Half Life 2 and also Half Life Alyx but my arms hurt

[makangerous]

Fukuya Rank 1 (Temperance Confidant)

This scene would happen automatically, around the same day you would normally find out about Kawakami's maid job.

You're sitting in your homeroom. Kawakami is lecturing…

Kawakami: Look, I know this is boring. But the principal asked me to go over the code of conduct with every student. Apparently, there's been an uptick in bad behavior, and whenever he catches someone breaking the rules, the culprit always says, "I didn't know that was a rule." Ignorance is no excuse. But since so much of the student body is-- Nakai, quit sleeping! If you're feeling sick again, you can go to the nurse, but stop dozing--

A male student suddenly sways in his chair and collapses on the floor.

[THUD]

Kawakami: Nakai! Can you stand up? …Did he seriously pass out? Someone! Yukimura, check his breathing!

You run to the collapsed student and kneel down beside him. His eyes open.

Ugghh…

Kawakami: Yukimura, can you take him to the nurse's office? I don't want him to keel over again on the way there.

You extend your arm to Nakai, and he uses it to slowly stand up. You escort him out of the classroom. You make it halfway down the hallway when he lets go suddenly.

That's enough. You don't need to actually bring me to the nurse. I'm fine. The blood just got redirected out of my head for a minute or two. You can go back to class. Or you can ditch with me if you want. You're no stranger to that, after all. You ditched your first day. But if you really want to ditch, you must work on your technique. Skip a class here or there due to chronic headaches or stomach issues? No one cares. Miss an entire day for no reason? You're in deep shit. You always need a foolproof excuse.

>You make yourself sick on purpose?

Great men and women have done it many times. My uncle's a school nurse and he sees it constantly. Some purposely infect themselves with colds, but I prefer pills, or gases, or injections that give me control over--

Nope. You don't get to know about my methods. They're secret. Not for human consumption. Forget everything and go back to class.

>Can you help me ditch classes?

Nuh-uh. You're not going to be using my stuff to do that. Get your own. Oh wait, you can't. I'm the only one who knows how to make most of it.

Tell you what. Maybe we can work out a deal. I get awfully lonely at my part-time job at night. If you can pay the upfront cost and hang out with me at work sometimes, I'll consider giving you some tips on… Time management, let's call it. I work on call as a science tutor. Work's been very slow, so anytime at night should be fine to give me a ring. The name's Fukuya Nakai. Here's my personal number. Now, I need to remove myself before anyone sees me loitering in the hallway. Do as you wish.

(…Should I really give him a call later?)

You call Fukuya at night.

Hey, what do you want? …Tutoring?! Oh, uh, sorry for answering the phone so rudely. I mistook you for someone else. Sure, I have a timeslot tonight! Can I have your name and address, please? Emi Yukimura, uh huh… wait, it's you? Dang, I was hoping you forgot about that. Don't worry, I'll stay true to my word as long as you send me the cash. You want to meet at Cafe Leblanc?

Fukuya arrives at the cafe, and you meet him on the ground floor.

This place isn't too far from that doctor's office. Maybe I should have her write me another note soon. Huh? You see Dr. Takemi, too? Do you, by chance, pretend to be sick? …I can see why you're so eager to learn my ways. It seems we're not so different. Anyway, let me lay down some ground rules for our agreement. First of all, you won't get any of my "instant sickness" concoctions. Ever. It's dangerous. Second, I'm going to have to charge you more than my standard rate, since theoretically, I could fit in multiple clients in the time I'll have to spend to educate you. But I'm sure you'll come to realize it's worth the cost. I'll show you how to squeeze every extra bit of free time out of your daily life full of obligations. Deal?

>Deal!

I knew you'd say that. You do remind me a lot of myself.

Emi, consider yourself officially enrolled in my exclusive class, "The Science of Stealing Back Your Time: Reclaiming What's Rightfully Yours"!

I am thou, thou art I…Thou hast acquired a new vow.

It shall become the wings of rebellion that breaketh thy chains of captivity.

With the birth of the Temperance Persona, I have obtained the winds of blessing that shall lead to freedom and new power…

Well, we can start the class officially next time. I didn't have time to prepare anything for tonight. Do you have any homework you need help with?

Late at night, your phone rings when you're alone in your room.

Time for a pop quiz! No, it's not too late for one. You never know if a maniac will use a science question to decide whether you get to live or die. Quick, what's the powerhouse of the cell?

>Mitochondria.

Congratulations, you get to live another day! Keep in mind, though, "mitochondria" is plural. The singular form is "mitochondrion".

That was a very easy question. I'm not going to take it easy on you going forward. Hope you're prepared. Bye now.

[wooglebear]

The Pokémon Journeys Anime in my AU

As you all know, my AU is primarily based on the anime continuity with a bit of the Adventures manga and some of the main line games mixed in.

It seems only natural that the Journeys anime is thrown in the mix, because that's my favorite season for "what ifs".

This is how I'll write the Journeys anime to fit into the AU

Rainbow Rocket Returns?!

Yup, you read that right. Giovanni is bringing his Team RR back in the Journeys arc of this AU.

Unfazed by his defeat in Alola, Giovanni makes a new plan to defeat Ash by making Team Rainbow Rocket are return - with some new friends.

Yup, Shelly and Anime Shelly (named Isabelle here) are in this theoretical verison of the anime.

Isabelle (aka anime Shelly) is practically a bit of a rewrite situation from her canon counterpart. She's the type of villain who regrets being evil and Archie's new right-hand-man. Her first storyline centers around her desperately trying to not make Team RR fall apart thanks to Ash thwarting three of them.

Eventually, and this takes place a bit later on, she decides to try and befriend one of the people in this evil team.

She specifically notices Shelly looking down and decides they’ll team up to help her get over Archie (briefly) betraying her. This newfound friendship does wonders for both of them, and they practically become inseparable.

Shelly is mostly the same as she was in ORAS, but with an added detail to make them stand out more, with Shelly being more outgoing and Isabelle being more cautious and timid.

Isabelle is also a massive germophobe and refuses to get messy.

Their teams

Isabella's Pokemon: Cursola, Morgrem, Malamar, Shiny Gengar, Alolan Marowak, and Ribombee

Shelly's Pokemon: Bruxish, Chandelure, Mightyena, Shiny Crobat, Mimikyu, and Galarian Wheezing

Team RR have traded their Legendaries from their debut for something a little more plausible for evil team leaders.

Their new Pokémon are as follows:

Maxie: Dustox (shiny)

Archie: Goodra

Cyrus: Drifblim

Ghetsis: Lurantis

Lysandre: Misdreavus

Giovanni: Araquanid

(Side note: it took an absurdly long time to figure out what Pokemon Ghetsis and Lysandre should have. Everyone else was much easier to give new Pokemon to than those two, thankfully)

It's not just the leaders who have caught new Pokemon. Courtney, Maxie's right-hand-woman, has now caught an alolan persian. Tabitha now has an Lilligant, an eevee (which evolves into a Slyveon) and a Wynaut (which never evolves, because they do not want to look too much like Team Rocket)

Shelly and Isabella are also part of Team RR, bringing their numbers up to a terrible 11.

Much to Cilan’s annoyance (“Oh lord, now there’s ELEVEN of them!”).

The Team Magma Trio

Because most of Team RR generally don't come into direct conflict with Ash, they aren't sent blasting off nearly as often as Team Rocket is. The Team Magma trio does, though.

Yup, the Terrible Trio from my version of Team Rainbow Rocket arc in the SM anime is back, and as unlucky as ever. And now they're looking to stir things up…

Yup, they're basically Team Rocket if Team Rocket were deliberate drama causers, rather than wanting to steal Pikachu.

Maxie is even worse here than in canon. He still has his ORAS personality, but more manipulative, arrogant, and he despises getting dirty and messy more than he does Ash.

For him, I also might have taken a bit of inspiration with Darla Dimple from Cats Don't Dance

Maxie and Courtney are here to be evil, and Tabitha is here because they just want to get yet another Pokémon, much to Maxie's frustration.

Major Blanc isn't sure how he fits into all this (because he doesn't have an obsession with analysis like Courtney, isn't rather haughty and smug like Tabitha, and he ABSOLUTELY isn’t a man of science like Maxie). This makes Maxie angry as it only reminds him of how Major Blanc turned on them the first time.

Unfortunately, Major Blanc is the Bewear equivalent in this AU that harasses Team Magma. Team Magma is splattered with paint all the time. Team Magma once made the mistake of piloting a Team Plsma mecha in his presence unknowingly….

That isn't the only misfortune Maxie suffers, though.

Crobat basically falls into the loving Pokémon that injures James archetype, and Archie is near constantly throwing poor Maxie into the ocean, no matter how cold, hot or dirty it is.

Often, we end up with a Maxie drenched and covered in seaweed, and an Archie who doesn't care.

Maxie also has an incredible knack for attracting dirt and grime and gross stuff and reacting hilariously to it.

Once, Maxie was mistaken for a swamp monster because of how covered in seaweed and algae was.

Sometimes, he ends up stuck in some mud...

The point is, Team Magma isn't having the best of luck here.

Team RR stuff

one of the main points of contention with USUM was Team RR. as cute as the Team RR concept was, it was difficult to buy into it considering how little development there were for the introduced villains. So it would be cute if Team RR bonded with each other in Journeys and slowly grew into a real team of villains.

As for Archie, I’m trying to make him more accurate to the Archie we saw in ORAS, just with a little bit of the Penguin from Batman's personality mixed in.

Cyrus is a universal villain. He changes for no one, but he has a bit of Bill Sykes in his personality for flavor.

Lysandre is a lot closer to his game iteration than to the.... strange writing of USUM. with some influences from anime Lysandre.

Ghetsis is a lot closer to his black 2 and white 2 version, but he still rules Unova in his world

Cyrus, Lysandre and Ghetsis have a really fun dynamic where it's just:

ghetsis: I am strong! I beat Cyrus at arm wrestling!

Lysandre: Anyone can beat Cyrus at arm wrestling!

Cyrus: Hey-

Giovanni and the Magma trio have this dynamic where he recognizes that they're not among his better subordinates, but he appreciates them for their Undying Loyalty to him.

Giovanni respects the rest of Team RR because he considers them some of his best agents

But all of them can bond over one important thing: THEIR MUTUAL HATRED OF ASH.

Team Rainbow Rocket says that Faba does not count as a member after the events of Rainbow Fever. This doesn't stop Faba from dropping in often, to pester them...

Maxie: So you're Wicke. Silly me! I thought it was that obnoxious Faba, coming to pester me again.

During the Sword and Shield arc, Team RR wants Chairman Rose and Oleana to join, but the events of that arc basically have them say "nope".

Then Volo happens. Maxie says that he may be a lot of horrible things, but fond of Volo is not one of them.

Archie: You know, for once, I think I agree with something Maxie said.

I imagine Shelly and Isabelle as people who've come from an offshoot, not the universe where Archie was successful in causing Hoenn to flood.

Poor Crispin. He is stuck in Team RR for much longer than in the SM arc… much, much, longer.

[cha-mij]

NERDS: A Manifesto | A Capella Science

I got a lyrical proclivity

Special like relativity

General knack of physics

Incredible rap ability

Feeling me? Don't tell me these glasses lack in virility

I'm physically intimate yo

Cause physics is into me

The cold open

Nerds from CERN to Hoboken

The soft spoken

When talking openly

Gets your nose broken

It's no joke and I'm

Not hoping to make light

Just throwing a rope

If you got no hope

To hang tight

Dang right

I know what high school life is like

Can't fight

When every bully is twice your height

Turning the pages fascinated up late nights

But stay bright little nerdling

Cause when the hard part's done you got the world on a string

Leaving home as a hobbit you'll return as a king

Cause modern life is brain boxing and you're lord of the ring

It goes

Nerds!

Our name since junior high

But now we're Doctor Last Name saving juniors' lives

It goes

Nerds!

We got pushed at the front of the class

But now we running banks pushing fat stacks of cash

It goes

Nerds!

Ears burnin but we never let it catch fire

Stayed calm built a dot com empire

Nerds!

So keep your pride with your face in the dirt

Cause it's no secret that the geek shall inherit the earth

I'm repping nerd rights

Because we're hotter than thermite

Sharper that any pencil

At the start of the term

Might I suggest

That next to any text a nerd writes

That Hollywood gossip whoring

Is boring like a termite

Cause we're the greats

From Shakespeare to Cape Fear

Oscar nom dot com bubbles in your great beer

Engineers need a mention here

For turning tension and stress

Into a professional career

Yeah we've learned to be relentless

So whether you're a chemist

Inventor of medicines

Or a dental hygienist

Apprentice in theoretical dietetics of lettuce

Just get up and represent;

You know the world has got a nerd fetish

So all my geeks in the closet living secretly

I see you sneaking nature docs on the BBC

No time to hide, take pride in our legacy

Cause it's a brand new world; 51 Pegasi

Nerds!

You say we're lame; are you kidding me?

Nerds!

You think great techs can't have great sex?

We study Wikipedia pages and type in LaTeX

Nerds!

Kept you blind, under cover like a peregrine

Sly enough to leave you Hufflepuffin' while we Slytherin

Nerds!

I never got to be fly as a kid

But my vocabulary gave me sick rhymes to spit

I studied science

Grew up to be a rhyme sayer

No Minnesota connection, one of a kind

Say you're pumping iron?

I'm pumping ions through this bilayer

You can't abide this myelin if you try, player

Mind greater than a giant Ghana land snail

Sign "theta" when I'm answering my fan mail

Rhymes get under your skin just like a hang nail

Wits make you dizzy better hold on to the handrail

I know my limits,

So don't you try to limit me

Won't be derivative

Spitting back what you're giving me

What matters is understanding patterns and symmetry

So I'll be integrating your factual data lyrically

OMG so OP These NERDs

Got the ATP to defeat all you NPCs

LCD to your CRT

TNG to your TMZ

ICBM to your TNT

Cause we're explosive like caesium

Bright like burning magnesium

Swallow you like amoebas

Enveloping paramecium

Fighters right in our element

Like a knight in Elysium

When we bridle the elements

Hell we make it look easy hon.

You think it looks easy? Umm.

Well how bout we face off?

Ignoring laboratory procedure?

You'll blow your face off

So keep your He-Man stats in your grey skull

Cause grey matter is power

That's the power of Grayskull

Nerds!

They called us ADHD, made us take pills

Now we're rippin 88 keys, rocking great skills

Nerds!

If you ever took band or theatre

Take a bow to the haters

And say "Calc-u-later!"

Nerd!

You don't appreciate this high tone

Tell me again how you would die without your iPhone

Nerd!

Music, science and art, the trifecta

Kneel before the mighty pocket protector

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

COSMIC - S1:E5; Chapter Five, The Flea and The Acrobat - [Pt. 2]

A Will Byers x Male!Reader Series

𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘣 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴 𝘔𝘳. 𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯.

|| 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ||

"Fear not, for I am with you. Be not dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you."

'I can't believe I'm at Will's funeral.'

"Yes, I will help you. I will uphold you with my righteous right hand." The pastor continued.

I spared a glance at the people around me.

I looked to Jonathan, his head bowed, and poor Joyce who was sitting nearby.

I can't imagine what they must be going through.

Joyce was like a second mother to me, and she has always treated as if I was one of her own. I'll always be grateful for that. I lay a hand on her shoulder.

She looks up to me confused like I had pulled her deep out of her thought, upon seeing it was me she smiles thankfully. She put her hand over mine and gave it a few gentle pats and then a small stroke with her thumb to say thank you.

I smiled solemnly at her and let go, listening to the rest of the service.

"It's times like these that our faith is challenged. How, if he is truly benevolent... could God take us from someone so young, so innocent?"

I looked down at my feet.

"It would be easy to turn away from God... but we must remember that nothing, not even tragedy, can separate us from His love."

I felt a nudge on my shoulder and turned to look at Dustin. He wore a sly smirk as he looked to his right, past me and Mike.

Frowning in confusion, I turned my head to see what he was smirking about.

"Just wait till we tell Will that Jennifer Hayes was crying at his funeral." Dustin said cheekily.

I scoffed under my breath, rolling my eyes.

"Since when has she cared about Will? She couldn't even get his name right, remember that week she called him Bill?" I huffed, crossing my arms in distaste.

The boys smirked at me.

"What?" I asked.

"Somebody jealous?" Lucas smirked.

"No-! Not ev- Shut up!" I scowl.

The boys giggle earning more than a few concerned and offended glances making me smile to myself. Mrs. Wheeler leaned down and shushed the boys making me smirk more.

'Serves them right.'

Soon enough, the casket had been lowered into the growd and roses had been thrown on top. I made my way to the very side of the grave, looking down.

"I know you're not dead. But I swear to God, if you don't come back I'm gonna kill you." I muttered to the casket in the ground.

As people began to filter out, we watched as Mike's mom said her condolences to Will's parents.

"I'm so, so sorry."

"Oh, thank you so much for coming." Will's dad said.

I never liked him.

Joyce was just standing by herself quietly, her arms crossed looking down at the grave.

"Yeah, if there's anything we can do..." Mr. Wheeler offered, shaking the man's hand.

"I appreciate it. Thank you so much."

I said goodbye to Lucas who had to follow his parents out, even though we would be seeing him later at the wake. I did the same with Mike, and soon enough Mom was waiting for us so we could get to the car.

"Mom, will you give me a minute?"

"Of course, Pumpkin," She smiled at me with sympathy.

I turned around wove through the crowd that had separated me from Joyce. I tapped her on the shoulder, seeming to jostle her from her thoughts a second time.

Upon seeing it was me, she smiled.

"Hi, Ms. Byers."

"Oh, hi Y/n. Thank you, for coming, sweetheart," She smiled.

I captured her in a bear hug and she gladly reciprocated, giving my several comforting strokes.

"Of course. I'm so, so sorry for your loss." I said, letting her go.

"Oh, thank you, honey. T-Tell me, how have you been holding up?" She asked gently.

My eyes welled up.

"I'm not gonna lie, it's- it's been really hard. I just, I just miss him so much. Your son was such a good person. Always a gentleman." I knew what I was saying.

Even if he is alive for sure, everything I said was true. He always has been nothing but kind to me.

Not to mention, I owe him for so much.

She seemed extremely thankful for hearing that and I was glad I could make her genuinely smile on this sad day.

"Really? Oh sweetie, thank you. That means, just so much to me."

I look back to my mom and brother waiting for me by the car, and I return my gaze back to Ms. Byers.

"Um, I better go. My mom is waiting for me. I guess I'll be seeing you at the wake. Goodbye, Ms. Byers."

"Thank you again, Y/n. I'll see you later, okay?" Her face slightly fell and she smiled at me.

I nod and begin walking backward sending a small wave her way before turning around a breaking out into a small jog to catch up to my mom.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

Being at the funeral of your best friend is daunting and quite surreal.

Being at the funeral of your best friend who is quite possibly alive in another dimension and you and only four other people know this is a completely different ballpark.

We had all met up at the wake and regrouped.

The plan was to ask Mr. Clarke if there was anything he could tell us about the theories regarding alternate dimensions. I'm just praying that we don't arouse suspicion given the setting.

"Mr. Clarke?" The tall man turned his attention away from the buffet to look at us.

Mr. Clarke smiled sympathetically. "Oh, hey, there."

The somber look came easily to my face as I looked to Mr. Clarke, Mike, and Lucas on either side of me while Dustin was digging into the buffet.

"How are you kids holding up?"

Lucas speaks up for us, slightly distracted by Dustin's blatant chewing. "We're... in... mourning."

"Man, these aren't real Nilla Wafers," Dustin sighed, shaking his head.

My eyes widen softly, and I look to Mr. Clarke trying to cover for him.

"You'll have to excuse my brother, Mr. Clarke, he's-" I stop midsentence to see him happily munching on more snacks, and look back to Mr. Clarke. "well, he mourns in his own... special way."

"We were wondering if you had time to talk?" Mike asked, wanting to move things along as quickly as possible.

"We have some questions," Lucas added.

I shook my head in agreement. "A lot of questions, actually,"

Mr. Clarke complied and the four of us found ourselves at the nearest table, asking our teacher about other dimensions at our "dead" friends' wake. Not something I ever could have imagined doing.

"So, you know how in Cosmos, Carl Segan talks about other dimensions? Like, beyond our world?"

"Yeah, sure. Theoretically." Mr. Clarke replies, noticeably confused at the subject of our questions.

"Right, theoretically,"

"So, theoretically, how do we travel there?" Lucas asked.

"You guys have been thinking about Hugh Everett's Many-World's Interpretation, haven't you?" A ghost of a smile on our teacher's face.

"Yeah," I chuckled, nodding my head in response.

The boys looked at me, wondering why I had said that.

I gave them a look that said, 'I don't know, just go with it.'

"Well, basically, there are parallel universes. Just like our world, but just infinite variations of it. Which means there's a world out there where none of this tragic stuff ever happened," I found myself nodding along, not for the sake of being believable, but actually lost in the idea.

"Yeah, that's not what we're talking about," Lucas sighed, leaning back.

"Oh."

"We were thinking of more of an evil dimension, like the Vale of Shadows. You know the Vale of Shadows?" Dustin asked, taking another loud bite of his off brand Nilla Wafers.

Not thinking that our science teacher would know anything about Dungeons and Dragons, I was completely taken aback by his next words.

"An echo of the Material Plane, where necrotic and shadow magic–"

"Yeah, exactly." Mike said cutting him off.

I shift uncomfortably in my seat.

"If that did exist - a place like the Vale of Shadows - how would we travel there?"

"Theoretically, of course." I add.

"Well..."

Mr. Clarke grabbed an empty paper plate and pulled out a pen from his jacket pocket. He then drew a straight line across the paper plate as he spoke, creating a visual for us.

"Picture... an acrobat..." He drew a small stick figure on top of the lines. "standing on a tightrope. Now, the tightrope is our dimension. And our dimension has rules."

He began drawing arrows on either side of the acrobat.

"You can move forwards, or backwards. But, what if..." He drew a very small creature under one of the arrows. "right next to our acrobat, there is a flea? Now, the flea can also travel back and forth, just like the acrobat. Right?"

"Right." We all agreed.

"Here's where things get really interesting. The flea can also travel this way... along the side of the rope." He drew arrows indicating the flea's direction around and under the rope, causing me to furrow my brows. "He can even go underneath the rope."

The boys and I all shared the same look before returning our gaze to Mr. Clarke. "Upside Down."

"Exactly."

Mike spoke up. "But we're not the flea, we're the acrobat."

"In this metaphor, yes, we're the acrobat."

"So we can't go upside down?" Lucas asked warily.

"No."

"Well, is there any way for the acrobat to get to the Upside Down?"

"Well," Our teacher furrowed his brows, a thoughtful look coming upon his face. "you'd have to create a massive amount of energy. More than humans are currently capable of creating, mind you, to open up some kind of tear in time and space, and then..."

He folded the paper plate in half, creasing it shut before shoving his pen directly through both sides of the paper plate. "you create a doorway."

"Like a gate?" My brother asked eagerly.

"Sure. Like a gate. But again, this is all–"

"Theoretical." I smile, nodding my head.

"But... but what if this gate already existed?" Mike asked, timidly.

"Well, if it did, I... I think we'd know. It would disrupt gravity, the magnetic field, our environment. Heck, it might even swallow us up whole."

Mike seems to gauge our reactions, and I'm the only one who met his eye with an equally uncertain gaze.

"Science is neat." Mr. Clarke continued. "But I'm afraid it's not very forgiving."

We all lean back, digesting the information.

[oonajaeadira]

for the horrible asks

24, 52, 62

💜💜💜

Hello my lovely Kay. Let's see what beautiful tripwires you've laid for me. (Sorry, I got a bit wordy.)

24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)?

I was always best at anything that allowed for creativity, experimentation, or unconventional thought. Drama, music, art, writing, English, philosophy, lab sciences. I was absolutely horrid at anything that had to do with absolutes or memorizing set facts--math, physics, history, geography, civics. There were exceptions. "Logic" was offered as a math course and I was good at that because theoretical thinking. I loved my art history courses and had better luck memorizing names and dates because of the subject matter--apparently I dig paintings better than wars. But then, when it came to art, I never got really great at anything 2D, but let me make something you can touch and turn around in your hands and I was better. If gym can be a subject, I excelled as long as I could compete individually--I ribboned in gymnastics and swim team--but failed horribly at any team sport (not because I don't play well with others but because I developed late and was always waaaaaaay tinier than most of my classmates and got picked last and trounced).

52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason?

I just answered this for Kitty, but I'll say no for the most part. I kind of look at life like a Plinko machine. Maybe fate wanted me to end up on the left side of the trough and dropped me over that side of the board. But I bounce through all of the pegs of the weird choices in my life and suddenly I'm over on the right side. If I had bounced of one particular peg differently, I might have ended up on the left...or not! It might have bounced me to another peg that would maybe lead to the same path later.

There are certain events that sucked in my life--like the time I got fired from SAG for a stupid mistake while I was living in LA. It really really hurt at the time. But if I'd kept that job, I would have loved it and lived in denial about the shitty relationship I was in and I would have stayed longer in a life that was killing my heart. Being let go gave me reason to examine things, and ultimately come back to where I belonged and have a life that's so much better. Did it happen because I something knew I needed to come back to Minnesota and feed my art? I don't think so. But in the end, that was the silver lining. And the lining ended up clearing the entire storm.

62: What makes you happy?

Heh. Well. You asked.

Telling stories about human things. Being present during a really good meal. The beautiful things that humans create with their own hands. Watching/aiding an artist to succeed and find pride in themself. Watching my talented friends use their hearts to make wonderful things. Museums. Autumn. Traveling. Animals, but mostly red pandas and anything that is small, furry, round, or awkward. Solving a problem with creativity. I could list a dozen or more very specific meals from specific restaurants. The one week of the year that the lilac hedges bloom in my yard. The way my SO fills out a t-shirt (he is also broad of shoulders and chest) and the way he smells and his damn big hands. Pedro Pascal being the biggest sweetheart and goofball and talented effer on the planet. Playing a really quirky role in a really weird play. Having a calm and respectful conversation with my father. Playing a good board/card/dice game with friends. Getting off a plane and having someone waiting for me. Comfortable silences. Solitary silences. Silences with sun and breezes. A really nice fitting pair of dark jeans and my high-top Vans. Embroidery. Writing. Walking around a new city but feeling right at home. First coffee of the day and iced coffee in summer and Mexican mocha in the winter. The baked goods my BFF makes for me. The way my elderly dog still hops in joy, but only with her front feet. My heater fan and down blanket and wool socks. Directing a cast that all get along and are voracious to create something wonderful. Touching/moving other people with my writing/art. My sister's Christmas cookies. Witchy aesthetic. Mystical aesthetic. Wes Anderson aesthetic. Good horror films. Animated films. 80's pop culture/music/fantasy films. Stickers. When people are happy and they cry. The capacity of the human heart to feel wonder, joy, sorrow. The little things. The big things. Our very good luck to experience life. Life.

Living a life makes me happy.

70 Horrible Questions

[planetariumandacid]

Okay, no, listen to me. Just figuratively, usually we all don't think about what it's like to swim in a vagina, even though we've already swum there, am I right? At your preference, such a feat can be repeated in adulthood — but whose vagina will it be? Good question. I suggest Alduin. Well, he doesn't have much of a choice. I'm not sure exactly how the reproductive system of the dragons works but I do know for sure that Alduin doesn't have a vagina. At this moment. This is a fixable matter. Gentlemen, you don't understand, for the sake of science, I have to swim in the world-eating Dragon's cunt. Theoretically, judging by the information that I received from various sites and fanfics, this name was given to him for a reason — following the logic, he should have eaten the whole world at least once. I read several works in which he came to our real world, and there he literally swallowed a whole pantheon of the gods of the ancient Aztecs. That fanfiction was also related to demons with big tits but this is insignificant. What I'm saying, is that inside it, presumably, there is, roughly speaking, a kind of portal to another dimension where the absorbed energy goes, which later, circulating, constantly returns back to Alduin, giving him strength, and so it goes, again and again. It's like a funnel of omnipotence which can only be fought by the magic of ancient BDSM and by a few brave and stupid half-wits. He has no prominent genitals but he can be harmed. This will require some kind of huge trap and a couple of Nords from Sovngard who will cast the Dragonboy for a while. I'm sure they'll agree to join such a party. While Alduin's in this position, I'll get the tools, then I'll save the game, I'll cut a hole in him and try to get inside. He disappeared somewhere after his "death" — we did not get his soul and there is no chance for further research, so we have to contrive. You see, there is a chance that the Aedra took him in to give him some beating, or even something more powerful. Perhaps, right here we could observe a semblance of the law of conservation of energy. That is, if we take into account the theory with a separate space inside its belly, then he could "collapse" to save his life. Thus, he could remain outside of time and matter, staying in a kind of energy womb until he absorbed enough forces from this space to return and release this very energy outside. Yes, it is possible that this way he will weaken, because he, after all, was fairly good beaten, and he could violate the very structure of his unique organism by climbing into his own "cunt", but this way he will at least remain alive. There is an option that he, having been fucked up, from that moment will return back to the past, to his first appearance, having fallen into a vicious circle of death, having lost his memories and having to re-restore his strength only to get fucked again. I mean, we may never get a chance to investigate what Alduin and his body are like, and, you know, if there's a chance that there's an "infinite", self-regulating energy source in his cunt, then who better to test this theory than Dovahkiin? That's why I have to penetrate it with my whole body.

[fiveisnumber1]

More Dad!Five headcanons cuz I can't really stop thinking about this adorable concept (some we've already discussed but sharing for the others):

Penn has a nightmare one night and Five is already awake because he woke up from one too and didn't want to disturb Reader. Baby Penn toddles in with his favorite blankie (knitted by Uncle Klaus) and asks to sleep with Five and Reader. And of course Five scoop up his son and then Penn asks why Five is awake and Five decides to be honest and say he had a nightmare too. Penn thinks about it for a moment as if digesting the fact that adults can have nightmares too and then snuggles closer to hug Five and says "It's ok Daddy. I'll stay with you to make them go away" and Five has to swallow the lump in his throat. He gently pats Penn back to sleep and Reader wakes up after a while and asks if everything is OK. She can tell when her boys have nightmares and Penn is fine now but she wonders about Five. His eyes are calm and reassure her so she just moves closer, puts her arms around them and they all fall asleep.

Five is the "chill" parent while Reader is the firm one. The H8 and the Hargreeves had a bet about this. The Hargreeves expected Five to be the strict one cuz he's their (technically) older brother and is always bossing them around but the H8 all knew Reader and they also had a (slightly) more objective view of the relationship dynamics since Five didn't exactly boss them around. He was just one of them. The H8 end up winning the bet. Five melts the moment Penn brings out the pout and tears and Reader is standing there pinching the bridge of her be nose and trying not to laugh cuz Five is just so sweet with how quick he gives in to their son. (She has to put down her foot when Penn asks for two cookies before dinner though and man is it hard cuz Five turns on the pout too just to side with Penn).

Idk what power Penn would have but I definitely think he would have them because both his parents do (which actually makes me wonder... Does Claire have powers?). The first time they find out, Five is so proud. 20 minutes later he's having a breakdown cuz he's terrified he'll be like Reginald and force his child to run away. For once even Reader can't calm him down. It's finally Allison who comes and manages to get him to breathe and talks to him until he finally relaxes because she had the same fears when Claire was born and she is ready to promise Five that she knows he won't make the same mistakes she did let alone the cruel things Reginald had done.

Reader loves to put Penn to sleep using music. Nightly songs are a common thing because he loves to listen to them too. Sometimes it's just the piano. Sometimes it's just singing. Sometimes it's both. Five just leans against the door to Penn's room and smiles looking at the two people he loves most.

Penn is terrible at anything math or physics or chemistry (Feel free to change this headcanon). I am lowkey projecting but as someone who comes from a family of math wizzes, there is ALWAYS an odd person out. Literature is my A game but I can't understand science past biology or theoretical physics (numerical is impossible). I feel like Penn would be the same (but again, it's up to you).

Reader and Five gift Penn with his own little locket on his 5th birthday because he loves playing with theirs and cuz it's a family thing now. The picture inside has all three of them. They give him a non expensive one when he's five and the real gold one when he's old enough to responsibly take care of it.

The H8 and Hargreeves and Cousin Claire spoil him ROTTEN. It's a wonder he grows up to be a decent well adjusted kid with how much he has everyone wrapped around his finger (but also the amount of love poured into him is insane and it makes up for all the love Reginald never gave his own children).

They tell Penn the truth about the apocalypse eventually and it just makes him love his parents even more because of how hard they fought to be together and save the world that he has grown up in.

I feel like Penn would have some sort of stuffed animal or toy but I haven't decided what yet. (My mind is suggesting octopus but further suggestions are needed).

These headcanons are so cute!! I love the idea of them gifting Penn his own locket because that’s something that was special between the two of them that they wanted to bring him into that. Claire would also be such a great older cousin to him and tell him all the stories that Allison told her.

In terms of stuffed animals I think he would have a dinosaur one, like this:

I can just see Penn holding up his dinosaur stuffed animal in the air towards Five and asking his dad excitedly to rewind time and bring the dinosaurs back. And Five gets very sad that he has to explain to Penn that he can’t bring back the dinosaurs for him.

Okay so I have a lot of thoughts on Penn’s powers (and powers in general for that matter so they’re below the cut)

So I definitely think Penn would have powers. My thought process is that powers are a recessive trait therefore both parents would have to have the power trait for their children to have powers.

So let’s say:

P - is the dominant trait of powerless

and

p - is the recessive trait of having powers

So in Claire’s case, her father Patrick does not have powers nor does he have any recessive power abilities so in all cases, the dominant trait is the presented one and Claire has no powers (see figure 1)

Fig. 1:

In Penn’s case where both his parents have the recessive trait of powers, he would have powers as well since the only outcomes would be all recessive. (see figure 2)

Fig. 2:

As for what his powers are I can see him having both of their abilities or having a mix of his parents. 

If he has both of their abilities we already know what he’s capable of but if he has a mix I think that could also be interesting.

Like say he sees a flower, not in bloom, he could then manipulate it’s molecules forward through time so now it is in bloom or there’s a fire that’s dying out and he manipulates the molecules back in time so it’s a complete full going fire. It’s a bit more difficult to try and describe the logistics and the larger implications of mixed powers because I’m not fully sure how they would work but it’s still an interesting thought.

Also if he does have both his parents' powers or even a mix I feel like he would need to be good at math and science just to better understand and use them but that doesn’t mean he has to prefer them.

Sorry, this is long I just really love genetics and Punnett squares.

[dreams-of-wings]

Friends Don't

Warnings: Some swearing, mentions of drinking, mentions of tragedy, this is my first song fic, so im sorry if it sucks :c other than that though, none unless you count tooth rotting fluff as a warning. So cheesy, Mikey might lather it on some pizza. For the sake of the story eveyone is at least of drinking age. I do not condone underaged drinking.

Multiverse!Raphael x Reader (feel free to imagine any version of him you want, I don't think I went too into detail)

Song: Friends Don't - Maddie & Tae

Requested by: @societyslostone

The realization was a slow one, for not just you, but him too. To the both of you, you were just best friends, though the brothers couldn't to hide the fact that they could feel the sometimes awkward tension between you and the red clad terrapin. It was subtle, but noticeable none the less - touches that would linger, gazes that would last a little too long, and the fact that Raph would sometimes stare at you like you put the moon and the stars in the night time sky just for him, was hard to ignore.

So here you are, laying in a bathtub full of warm water as you thought about your time knowing your sewer dwelling friend, with the radio blaring in the background.

They don't cancel other plans

You had planned a day out with your friends. Nothing wild, hopefully, you all were just planning on going to the mall or something, maybe going to an arcade and then later hitting up the nearest restaurant for some food. You had just got done getting dressed with and were currently looking at yourself in the mirror to make sure you looled okay, when suddenly your phone rings - the familiar ringtone you had set for Raph playing through the speakers. You practically jumped your phone before answering.

"Hey, Big Red, what's up?"

"You doing anything shorty?"

You glanced at yourself in the mirror once more and shrugged, "Not particularly."

"Cool," he nodded on the other side of the phone, leaning on one of the columns in his and Mikey's shared room, "You up for coming over?"

Now having your headphones plugged in and your phone in your jean pocket, you threw on a black denim jacket, "Sure!"

You both said your goodbyes before hanging up, and you dialed your friends number - waiting patiently at the ringer. You relaxed yourself and cleared your throat before they answered.

"Hey," you pulled off a slightly raspy sleepy sounding voice, "Don't think I'll be able to go out with you guys today, I've got this killer headache, and I just...feel warm and light headed."

You listened to your friend on the other line, nodding as they told you to stay home and eat soup, "Don't die, and drink lots of fluids."

"I'll try."

No sooner after you hung up, you were already leaving out your fire escape, watching the street to make sure you didn't see any vehicles you recognized before descending down the metal stairwell and heading for the turtles lair.

Have conversations with nothing but their eyes

You and Raph were currently hanging out in the makeshift kitchen (it was his turn to wash the dishes and you had decided to keep him company). The two of you were bantering about nothing and everything when Leo walked in to grab something to much on from the fridge. As soon as he came in the two of you went silent, and you glanced at Leo before looking back at Raph, who had done the same. You nudged you head slightly in Leo's direction, and Raph shrugged in reply before raising a brow at you. You snickered in response, causing the blue clad leader to turn and look at you.

"What?" He went back to looking through the pantry.

You shook your head, "Nothing." You cleared your throat before your turned to look at Raph, who was looking back at you with a smirk on his face. There was a very brief momemt of science while you fought back a grin of your own only to let out a chuckle.

Leo looked at the two of you suspiciously, before rolling his eyes and exiting the kitchenette with his chosen snack.

Now the both of you were laughing.

They don't hear each other's names and forget to concentrate

Hits a nerve and lights you up like dynamite

Raph had been on the punching bag at the time, practicing his hooks and jabs when he heard Mikey say your name. He stopped, breathing ragged from how intensely he had been focusing before he placed a large green hand on the red sand bag to slow down it's movements.

He couldn't even hear his brothers conversation, but regardless, now he was just starting at the two of them on the couch, lost in thought before he blinked and shook his head, walking away from the punching back to grab something to drink, and maybe give you a call.

They don't almost say "I love you"

When they're downtown somewhere, just a little drunk

You were a giggling mess as you and your group of three all leaned on eachother for support. You weren't off your ass drunk, but you were buzzed enough to find a little bit of everything funny, and not to think things through.

"You should call your guy friend," one of your more plastered friends hiccuped, "Tell him to join us!" They didn't know who or what Raph was, hell they didn't even know his name - They just knew you knew him, and that his name on your phone was 'Big Red' but that was about it. Without hesitation you pulled out your phone.

"Oooooh!" Your friends chorused as they and you jerked to a stop in the middle of the side walk under a lamp post.

Raph picked up after the second ring, "Shorty?"

"Hey, Big Red." He could already tell based on the sound of your voice that you were a little drunk.

"Oh my god," the girls were drunkenly swooning over your nickname for him, making kissy nooses in the background.

You snickered and tried but failed to elbow one of them in the ribs.

"You alright?" He had to ask, it was an honest question. Being drunk and out late at night wasn't exactly a hazard free scenario.

"Yeeah!" You giggled as one of your friends pushed their ear up to your phone, "Just wondering what you were up to."

"Hanging out, watching tv with my brothers."

"Oof, that voice," the one with her ear on the phone said, "He's got brothers?" She slurred.

"Are they single???" Your other companion piped up.

The girl closes to you snickered, "[Y/N]'s got dibs on 'Big Red'," she finally stepped away from you and headed over to the other and they both hung onto each other.

"You be careful out there, shorty."

You nodded, "I will," a stupid smile on your face, "Good night Raph-ie."

You friends were cooing and making wolf whistles in the background.

"Good night, short stuff."

You were leaning on the lamp post now, "I l-" you paused mid sentence.

There was a moment of silence.

"Shorty?"

The mere thought of almost saying 'I love you' to Raph was sobering, the feeling of your stomach dropping due to the nervous butterflies was enough to knock the rest of the alcohol out of your system.

"I'll talk to you later," you ended the call.

They don't talk about the future and put each other in it

"Okay!" You were currently rolled onto your back in bed, on the phone with Raphael, while he was currently laying propped up against the wall on his bed with his arms crossed.

"But just theoretically speaking, what if you could come to the surface." You were playing with your hair.

"What if the world knew you and they were okay with it," You shrughed, "I mean sure the road will be bumpy, but I mean there are still humans that can't accept people just because of their skin color or their beliefs so of course it would be hard."

He was quiet in the other line for a moment.

"But just think about it, if everyone could move past that, and you and your brothers could leave the sewers what would your do?"

"Finally treat you," he snickered and you chuckled with him. You has always talked about places you wanted to take him. The brothers had lived in New York all their lives, but they hardly got experience it because they had to stay in hiding.

"Finally come in through your door and not your window."

"I dunno, sneaking in through the window's kinda cool. Makes me think of all those superhero comics and how's where they visit the girl through her window."

And get chills with every accidental touch

It happened again - something tragic on the news. You had been with the turtles at the time, and Donnie called you and the brothers over to look at the news that was on one of his monitors. You watched with sad eyes, things like this were happening too often now, and something needed to be done about it. But what could you do? Hell what could the turtles do? It was in another state. You hadn't known your hands were shaking, or that you were gravitating towards Raphael till the knuckles of your hands met. The shaking stopped and you looped your ring and pinky finger around his third digit; he almost instantly closed his finger around yours. You looked up at him, face heating up slightly and hairs on the back of your neck standing on end, but his eyes were still on the monitors though his muscles were visibly tence.

I keep telling myself this might be nothing

But one look in your eyes and, God, there's something

You and the large terrapin had been joking around on the couch while watching some rom com movie that was on tv, and the two of you glanced at eachother at the same time - big stupid grins on your faces as you shared a laugh.

Though when the laughter died down you both continued to stare, big smiles still on your faces and you could swear there was a spark of something in Raphael's eye. You cleared your throat and looked down at your hands before looking back to the tv, Raph doing the same soon after.

You can lie to me and say you don't

But I know you do, and I love you too

"Just kiss already!" Mikey blurted out in frustration while you and Raph were in the middle of a heated argument.

"Shut up, Mikey!" Raph growled at his younger brother, taking a threatimening step closer to the orange masked turtle, and the smaller of the two hurried away.

"I wouldn't kiss her!" He shouted after his retreating sibling, a snarl still plastered on his face before he turned back to look at you and your blank stare.

"I mean-" he didn't want you to think he didn't like you, "I didn't mean it like that-"

You silenced him by raising your hand, giving him a tight lipped smile, "It's fine, let's just give it a rest for now," and walking away.

Friends don't call you in the middle of the night

Couldn't even tell you why

They just felt like saying "hi"

"Hmmph..." You groaned groggily as you rolled over in your bed to face your night stand, taking the loudly ringing and wildly buzzing phone off the furniture before answering, not even bothering to check the caller ID.

"Hello?" Your voice was raspy and quiet as you tried to wake yourself up.

"Shorty? Sorry were you sleeping?" You instantly recognized Raph deep voice nd Brooklyn accent.

You immediately try to sit up right, failing a couple times as you stumbled to prop yourself up on one hand, "No, No," you tried to untangle yourself from your blanket, "I've been up for hours."

"Did you need something?" You tried to hide a yawn as he chuckled from the other side of the phone.

"Nah, just wanted to say hi, maybe talk for a bit."

Friends don't stand around, playing with their keys

Finding reasons not to leave

Trying to hide the chemistry

You and Raph were standing around in the dark ally way close to where you had parked your car. You wanted to head home and he had offered to walk you back to the surface. Now the two of you were just talking about random things, thinhs that would normally be saved for phone conversations, but that didn't matter. You just were having a hard time saying goodbye, and you both talked about your plans for tomorrow as you fiddled with the keychain on your keyring.

Drive a little too slow, take the long way home

After a while you had just decided to leave your car let Raph take you home.

"I'll pick it up on my way to work," was your reasoning, even though you didn't work anywhere near the area. You approached him and he immediately picked you up, hugging you against his plastron with one arm while he used the other to help him scale the fire escape ladder that lead to the roof, and the two of you continued at a slow walking pace from there towards your apartment building.

Get a little too close

You and Raph had been sitting in your apartment, watching tv. It had started with just your knees touching and then maybe your pinky brushed against his third finger. You two were binging movies, and when he moved to lay back against the arm rest of the couch you repositioned yourself accordingly - laying against his plastron with both your legs up on the couch. You laughed at a scene that you both thought was funny or stupid.

"Dumbass," you snickered at the snarky comment and turned to look up at your turtle friend, him doing the same as he looked at you. Your faces were just a few inches apart and you could feel his warm breath on your face.

We do

But friends don't

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

COSMIC - S1:E5; Chapter Five, The Flea and The Acrobat - [Pt. 2]

A Will Byers x Gender Neutral!Reader Series

𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘣 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴 𝘔𝘳. 𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯.

||𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕||

"Fear not, for I am with you. Be not dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you."

'I can't believe I'm at Will's funeral.'

"Yes, I will help you. I will uphold you with my righteous right hand." The pastor continued.

I spared a glance at the people around me.

I looked to Jonathan, his head bowed, and poor Joyce who was sitting nearby.

I can't imagine what they must be going through.

Joyce was like a second mother to me, and she has always treated as if I was one of her own. I'll always be grateful for that. I lay a hand on her shoulder.

She looks up to me confused like I had pulled her deep out of her thought, upon seeing it was me she smiles thankfully. She put her hand over mine and gave it a few gentle pats and then a small stroke with her thumb to say thank you.

I smiled solemnly at her and let go, listening to the rest of the service.

"It's times like these that our faith is challenged. How, if he is truly benevolent... could God take us from someone so young, so innocent?"

I looked down at my feet.

"It would be easy to turn away from God... but we must remember that nothing, not even tragedy, can separate us from His love."

I felt a nudge on my shoulder and turned to look at Dustin. He wore a sly smirk as he looked to his right, past me and Mike.

Frowning in confusion, I turned my head to see what he was smirking about.

"Just wait till we tell Will that Jennifer Hayes was crying at his funeral." Dustin said cheekily.

I scoffed under my breath, rolling my eyes.

"Since when has she cared about Will? She couldn't even get his name right, remember that week she called him Bill?" I huffed, crossing my arms in distaste.

The boys smirked at me.

"What?" I asked.

"Somebody jealous?" Lucas smirked.

"No-! Not ev- Shut up!" I scowl.

The boys giggle earning more than a few concerned and offended glances making me smile to myself. Mrs. Wheeler leaned down and shushed the boys making me smirk more.

'Serves them right.'

Soon enough, the casket had been lowered into the grown and roses had been thrown on top. I made my way to the very side of the grave, looking down.

"I know you're not dead. But I swear to God, if you don't come back I'm gonna kill you." I muttered to the casket in the ground.

As people began to filter out, we watched as Mike's mom said her condolences to Will's parents.

"I'm so, so sorry."

"Oh, thank you so much for coming." Will's dad said.

I never liked him.

Joyce was just standing by herself quietly, her arms crossed looking down at the grave.

"Yeah, if there's anything we can do..." Mr. Wheeler offered, shaking the man's hand.

"I appreciate it. Thank you so much."

I said goodbye to Lucas who had to follow his parents out, even though we would be seeing him later at the wake. I did the same with Mike, and soon enough Mom was waiting for us so we could get to the car.

"Mom, will you give me a minute?"

"Of course, Pumpkin," She smiled at me with sympathy.

I turned around and wove through the crowd that had separated me from Joyce. I tapped her on the shoulder, seeming to jostle her from her thoughts a second time.

Upon seeing it was me, she smiled.

"Hi, Ms. Byers."

"Oh, hi Y/n. Thank you, for coming, sweetheart," She smiled.

I captured her in a bear hug and she gladly reciprocated, giving my several comforting strokes.

"Of course. I'm so, so sorry for your loss." I said, letting her go.

"Oh, thank you, honey. T-Tell me, how have you been holding up?" She asked gently.

My eyes welled up.

"I'm not gonna lie, it's- it's been really hard. I just, I just miss him so much. Your son was such a good person. Always a gentleman." I knew what I was saying.

Even if he is alive for sure, everything I said was true. He always has been nothing but kind to me.

Not to mention, I owe him for so much.

She seemed extremely thankful for hearing that and I was glad I could make her genuinely smile on this sad day.

"Really? Oh sweetie, thank you. That means, just so much to me."

I look back to my mom and brother waiting for me by the car, and I return my gaze back to Ms. Byers.

"Um, I better go. My mom is waiting for me. I guess I'll be seeing you at the wake. Goodbye, Ms. Byers."

"Thank you again, Y/n. I'll see you later, okay?" Her face slightly fell and she smiled at me.

I nod and begin walking backward sending a small wave her way before turning around a breaking out into a small jog to catch up to my mom.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

Being at the funeral of your best friend is daunting and quite surreal.

Being at the funeral of your best friend who is quite possibly alive in another dimension and you and only four other people know this is a completely different ballpark.

We had all met up at the wake and regrouped.

The plan was to ask Mr. Clarke if there was anything he could tell us about the theories regarding alternate dimensions. I'm just praying that we don't arouse suspicion given the setting.

"Mr. Clarke?" The tall man turned his attention away from the buffet to look at us.

Mr. Clarke smiled sympathetically. "Oh, hey, there."

The somber look came easily to my face as I looked to Mr. Clarke, Mike, and Lucas on either side of me while Dustin was digging into the buffet.

"How are you kids holding up?"

Lucas speaks up for us, slightly distracted by Dustin's blatant chewing. "We're... in... mourning."

"Man, these aren't real Nilla Wafers," Dustin sighed, shaking his head.

My eyes widen softly, and I look to Mr. Clarke trying to cover for him.

"You'll have to excuse my brother, Mr. Clarke, he's-" I stop midsentence to see him happily munching on more snacks, and look back to Mr. Clarke. "well, he mourns in his own... special way."

"We were wondering if you had time to talk?" Mike asked, wanting to move things along as quickly as possible.

"We have some questions," Lucas added.

I shook my head in agreement. "A lot of questions, actually,"

Mr. Clarke complied and the four of us found ourselves at the nearest table, asking our teacher about other dimensions at our "dead" friends' wake. Not something I ever could have imagined doing.

"So, you know how in Cosmos, Carl Segan talks about other dimensions? Like, beyond our world?"

"Yeah, sure. Theoretically." Mr. Clarke replies, noticeably confused at the subject of our questions.

"Right, theoretically,"

"So, theoretically, how do we travel there?" Lucas asked.

"You guys have been thinking about Hugh Everett's Many-World's Interpretation, haven't you?" A ghost of a smile on our teacher's face.

"Yeah," I chuckled, nodding my head in response.

The boys looked at me, wondering why I had said that.

I gave them a look that said, 'I don't know, just go with it.'

"Well, basically, there are parallel universes. Just like our world, but just infinite variations of it. Which means there's a world out there where none of this tragic stuff ever happened," I found myself nodding along, not for the sake of being believable, but actually lost in the idea.

"Yeah, that's not what we're talking about," Lucas sighed, leaning back.

"Oh."

"We were thinking of more of an evil dimension, like the Vale of Shadows. You know the Vale of Shadows?" Dustin asked, taking another loud bite of his off brand Nilla Wafers.

Not thinking that our science teacher would know anything about Dungeons and Dragons, I was completely taken aback by his next words.

"An echo of the Material Plane, where necrotic and shadow magic–"

"Yeah, exactly." Mike said cutting him off.

I shift uncomfortably in my seat.

"If that did exist - a place like the Vale of Shadows - how would we travel there?"

"Theoretically, of course." I add.

"Well..."

Mr. Clarke grabbed an empty paper plate and pulled out a pen from his jacket pocket. He then drew a straight line across the paper plate as he spoke, creating a visual for us.

"Picture... an acrobat..." He drew a small stick figure on top of the lines. "standing on a tightrope. Now, the tightrope is our dimension. And our dimension has rules."

He began drawing arrows on either side of the acrobat.

"You can move forwards, or backwards. But, what if..." He drew a very small creature under one of the arrows. "right next to our acrobat, there is a flea? Now, the flea can also travel back and forth, just like the acrobat. Right?"

"Right." We all agreed.

"Here's where things get really interesting. The flea can also travel this way... along the side of the rope." He drew arrows indicating the flea's direction around and under the rope, causing me to furrow my brows. "He can even go underneath the rope."

The boys and I all shared the same look before returning our gaze to Mr. Clarke. "Upside Down."

"Exactly."

Mike spoke up. "But we're not the flea, we're the acrobat."

"In this metaphor, yes, we're the acrobat."

"So we can't go upside down?" Lucas asked warily.

"No."

"Well, is there any way for the acrobat to get to the Upside Down?"

"Well," Our teacher furrowed his brows, a thoughtful look coming upon his face. "you'd have to create a massive amount of energy. More than humans are currently capable of creating, mind you, to open up some kind of tear in time and space, and then..."

He folded the paper plate in half, creasing it shut before shoving his pen directly through both sides of the paper plate. "you create a doorway."

"Like a gate?" My brother asked eagerly.

"Sure. Like a gate. But again, this is all–"

"Theoretical." I smile, nodding my head.

"But... but what if this gate already existed?" Mike asked, timidly.

"Well, if it did, I... I think we'd know. It would disrupt gravity, the magnetic field, our environment. Heck, it might even swallow us up whole."

Mike seems to gauge our reactions, and I'm the only one who met his eye with an equally uncertain gaze.

"Science is neat." Mr. Clarke continued. "But I'm afraid it's not very forgiving."

We all lean back, digesting the information.