#i'm still workshoping the ship name

[number-one-shadisper-shipper]

This is their dynamic btw

Okay guys I'm going to fully embrace the cringe don't hate me...

I think I ship my OC Hazard with Surge now 🙃

[palettepainter]

Behold, a Rise OC, she and Raph are both disasters for each other

I made this lil comic ages ago and had the inspiration to clean it up and colour it! Still workshopping my OC's ref sheet since I'm still workshopping her outfit but of course I ship them with Raph, this sweetheart deserves everything good in the world

The OC's name is Cleo. She's a yokai that ran away from the Hidden City and meets Raph on the surface one day. They have workout dates together and Cleo is very much not chill at how patient and understanding Raph is

[italianpersonwithashippersheart]

Hey bestie, dropping by with a mea culpa. When Peaceful Property started, you expressed concern that GMMTV was inching toward a model of using bl pairs in shows that would avoid being explicitly gay but still draw on shipping fandom to be successful. Coming off The Trainee, which was not a bl but did have expIicitly queer characters and romance subplots, I wasn't sure the intentions were quite that dark for PP, but having now finished it and seen the way some in the production have interacted with shipper fans, I have to call it: you were right to be concerned. At no point was this show ever a bl and none of its principal characters are canonically queer, but they successfully leveraged the TayNew ship to have fans interacting with it as if it was in fact a gay love story, that idea and fan commentary was explicitly encouraged by the creators, and the show has been quite successful despite never actually delivering on all the TayNew bait. I'm definitely concerned that we might have somehow swung back around to queerbaiting being seen as acceptable and good, as long as it features popular branded pairs. I don't have any bigger thoughts to offer about how this should be addressed, but just wanted to come back and say you were valid for naming that!

Thank you. I didn't want to be correct. And I am still hoping to wrong about what this says about where GMMTV is going.

But I am not gonna lie, seeing the posts about the finale did regnite the massive fury I had at this project when it was first called a bromance. So I am going to use your ask as an opportunity to vent.

FOR THE RECORD: I am not mad at you, or at the people and mutual on my dash that have enjoyed the show and are claiming as gay out of spite. My anger is at GMMTV and at GMMTV alone.

THEY DID THIS SHIT TWICE ALREADY!!! Back to fucking back.

I know High Schoool Frenemy is being watched by like 5 people on tumblr. But it's doing well outside of tumblr. They are using bl style fanservice with the 2 main boys of that show. I have seen the shippy content and compilations along with the other bl couples. Not to mention people like Jojo saying those characters are the his new favorite ship on twitter.

AND I AM SO PISSED!!!!

I am glad you brought up TayNew because there is no doubt in my mind that they used TayNew for Peaceful Property as a test. They knew there could be backlash. They knew the bl fandom could have rioted. But they also knew that if it that rage would have been directed at TayNew not at the director, not the company but TAYNEW.

And I think TayNew knew this. Because they spend weeks on social media doing preintive damage control, I have seen the posts of them (or at least New) saying it wasn't going to be romantic. I don't think the two of them forgot how they were left to eat the shit alone over the bullshit backlash during the TayGun kiss situation with GMMTV doing fuck all for them.

And what pisses me off is that BL audience didn't even give a backlash. They eat that shit up like it was fucking icecream.

The BL audience is literally doing their job for them. They are taking a show with some gay subtext and running with it.

They are showing up for the fanservice (again broder audience outside of tumblr), and gleefully closing their eyes and ears and saying well I Think It's Gay.

What do you think Mega Corporation GMMTV is going to take from the success and no backlash? If the answear is anything but: We can produce half of the BLs as usual and make the rest Bromances, you have more faith in corporations then I do.

Because Bromances can be watched by non BL audiences as well. The BL niche is a big one, but it is still a niche.

And now they won't even have to bother inserting arguable quality gay commentary or struggles or homophobia. Or any gay kissing, no more workshops. No more worries about how effective these potential straight boys are going to be at playing gay. All they have to do is making them do fanservice, and they are great at training people for that. Or better yet, actually use one or two ships that have kissed before and done actual BLs.

Will they stop doing BL at all, obviously not, you gotta give the BL audience something to remind them they can still show boys kissing, and we have the Ex Morning and Jojo that will never actually stop making BLs and some gay shit. But if in the next line up we will more bromances, and eventually we get half BL and half bromances I wouldn't be surprised.

Of course maybe I am just pessimistic and cynical. Maybe the proto bdsm in the heart killers is enough to persuade people that I am totally wrong. I guess we will see about that.

Thanks again for the ask and the oppurtunity to vent a little. Again I don't fault anyone for enjoying this, it was design to get the BL audience watching.

I will personally be keeping with my own resolution and never watch another gmmtv show live ever again, maybe binge the few that sound interesting and that's it.

At least I can find comfort in the idea that that other companies do not have the same level of BIG cast of boys and big budget to do the same thing and follow in the bromance trend.

[lightsoutletsgo]

mimi congrats on 500, i’m so happy for you! 🤍🧸✨🫶🏼 i never send anything for these kinds of things but i need to do it now because i trust you 👀 so okay. . . can i request 2 ships please? and ofc i wouldn’t mind a little nsfw. i’m an aspiring actress, my favorite food is pasta and always will be. i’m a little introverted and shy but once i’m comfortable around people i’m able to get out of my bubble. i’m a perfectionist and don’t like not having control over my life. i have a hard time expressing my feelings :( and may come across as a cold person but i am extremely sentimental, i just wanna be held and loved. i like going out as much as i like staying in watching a movie or doing anything, really.

congrats again baby, love youuuu. <333

ahhh gwen! I'm so honoured that you trust me to write this request hehe I hope you enjoy it - this was literally so fun 🤭 happy reading! love mimi 🤍

MAX VERSTAPPEN ᝰ.ᐟ₊ ⊹ (everyone pretends to be shocked) - calls you schatje or lekker ding (when he's being silly) - loves loves LOVES feeling your hand in his!! it keeps him grounded - his love language is physical touch - he loves surprising you with flowers and buying you flowers. doesn't even need to be for anything, he just loves showing you how he feels through the language of flowers (omg fic idea?)

max relates hard to feeling like a perfectionist and while he also wants you to be the best version of yourself, he doesn't allow you to be hard on yourself. if he sees you getting too into your head, he's quick to hold your face and make you look at him. he'll remind you that he loves you and that he's proud of you. the way he looks at you makes you feel like you could make a million mistakes in the next few minutes and you'd still be okay - because you have him by your side. both you and max are often called the ice couple. no one means anything by it! they just think it's kind of funny how you're so short with others (especially if you're upset or stressed) but then you look at each other and it's like you do a 180. max won't ever admit this but it actually turns him into such a melt knowing that he's the only one who can turn you that mushy.

max loves taking you with him on race weekends and he will never not get butterflies seeing you there waiting for him in the garage with his name and number on your shirt, but nothing makes him get butterflies more than you sleepily curled up on his chest at home. he's a sucker for at-home dinner date nights and he loves cooking with you in the kitchen, it's fine if it gets super messed up because then he's telling you to get dressed and he's taking you out for dinner at one of the nicest restaurants in monaco where you know there's no way that he would have gotten in if he wasn't the max verstappen.

he loves that you have your dream of being an actress and he does as much as he can to support you in that, even if he's on the other side of the world. helping you look for workshops and audition opportunities, introducing you to your favourite actresses and inspirations when they're at the f1, helping you learn and run lines. you support him so much in his dream and career, showing up to as many of his races as possible that he can't wait for the day he gets to return the favour and stand on the red carpet as your trophy husband for the night! he's actually really excited by the thought!

max is absolutely addicted to the noises you make for him and only him as he loves to remind you. nothing satisfies him more than seeing your eyes roll back as he murmurs to you, his voice low, "who's making you this messy schat hmm?". he relishes in the way you squeeze around him when he's pushing in for the first time and you love the way he grips your hips as he does his best to control himself, the ache of his fingers digging into your hips a delicious reminder over the next few hours of just who you belong to. max is possessive, highly possessive. there is no way you're not leaving his bed, couch, apartment, car, driver's room, without him leaving a pretty mark in at least one or two places. he never does it where it can be captured by the cameras, instead choosing spots that only the two of you know about or spots that he can gently press when you're in public, the brief sting sending tingles down your spine.

"schatje?" max's voice prompts you to open your eyes from where you'd been dozing on the couch with the cats, "what do you want for dinner tonight?" you crane your neck to look at him as you gently scratch under sassy's chin, giggling at the way you feel her starting to purr against your tummy, "hmmm..." you look at him and bite your lip with a smile, max chuckles and nods, "pasta it is then!" you let out a cheer as max crosses the room and gently lifts your head to create a space to sit. as soon as he's sitting, he's placing your head back in his lap, one hand automatically soothing over your hair, his other hand snaking down to link his fingers with yours. you hum happily and he gazes down at you with so much love and adoration you swear you could cry. he leans down to press a soft kiss your forehead. you're not even aware of your eyes closing and drifting off to sleep but when you next open your eyes, you're cuddled into max, the cats nowhere to be found. it's dark outside and the lamp in the corner is switched on, casting a dim golden glow over the room. "how long was I out?" max stretches before pulling you closer to him, burying his nose into your neck and inhaling your cosy sleepy smell. "a couple of hours..." you sigh contentedly, hands sneaking under his hoodie to gently scratch at his lower back soothingly and he shudders next to you, "fuck... I missed you this weekend schatje." "I missed you to..." "I really don't wanna get up to make dinner," you giggle, "me either..." he sighs as if he's making a life altering decision, "then I guess we're just gonna have to order from your favourite italian restaurant." you give a little excited squeak as he rolls on top of you, softly grabbing one of your calves to wrap your leg around his waist, leaning down to press a kiss to your neck before he whispers in your ear, his voice gravelly, "think I could make you cum before dinner arrives?"

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

LANDO NORRIS ᝰ.ᐟ₊ ⊹ - calls you baby or sugar (when he's being annoying) - is addicted to your lips! like he loves kissing them but sometimes he gets so distracted just staring at you talk - his love language is acts of service - lando really isn't a good cook but he'll learn to make your favourite pasta dish just for you! lando is known for being that happy smiley, golden retriever around everyone whether he knows them or not. but you're not and he understands that! whenever you're in a new environment or meeting new people, he's gently linking his fingers with yours and squeezing once, twice, three times just to remind you that he's there if you need him. he'll happily stand slightly in front of you if it makes you feel better but as soon as you've warmed up and you're in your zone he's stepping back with a proud smile (and totally zoning out because your lips look so good when you smile and laugh)

lando is not a chef in any way, but he is determined to learn how to make your favourite dishes just because the way your eyes widen and you smile at him when he presents dinner to you is worth any amount of time or fails or tiny burns he gets in the process! he loves being able to surprise you after a long hard day or at any point! sure the presentation might be lacking and sometimes you have to add a little extra salt when he's not looking, but he does it with so much love and care. even taking the time to set the table up with a candle and some flowers. he'll pull your chair out for you to sit down and serves you as if you were dining at a michelin star restaurant (the only difference is that you pay him in kisses not cash!) he loves when you sit on stream with him and he loves watching you interact with the fans, asking them questions and passing on their questions to him. fans have made many compilation videos of the two of you and the titles and contents never fail to make you giggle watching them when lando's away and you miss him. "lando and his doberman gf" "golden retriver bf x black cat gf" "lando and his gf being the sun and moon for 10 minutes" lando loves how your lips look when they're smiling and laughing but he also loves how they look wrapped around his fingers as he slowly rolls his hips into you while you whine and moan underneath him. he loves the way they look around his cock and sometimes all you have to do is bite or lick your lips before he's clenching his jaw and closing his eyes, desperately trying to stop himself dragging you off to a quiet corner or his room - he usually fails! lando loves sloppy kisses while he fucks you nice and slow and deep, smirking into the kiss as you let out the most lewd whines and whimpers, drooling and cock drunk. he sometimes gets so turned on that he's begging you to sink to your knees under his desk. he's stopped a stream early before now, just because he couldn't wait any longer!

"hey sugar," you roll your eyes with a smile as lando slides onto the bed next to you, "come here often?" "you're ridiculous," you laugh and shove his arm. he wraps his arms around your waist and rolls onto his back, dragging you with him, "lando!" he cuddles into you, firmly tucking you into his side so you can't escape, "I was looking at an audition!" he sighs, "look later..." you wriggle slightly but he's unrelenting, "you're so needy!" you coo at him and you can practically feel his cheeks heat up, "yeah well... been missing you today..." he mumbles and one of your hands comes up to play with his curls absentmindedly, "ohhh yes please," you snort, "your fans are right, you're literally like a puppy..." he pulls away to look at you, "I'd be a good puppy for you," he says with a wink as you scoff and flick his forehead, "don't be such a whore, babe," "can't help it..." he shrugs, "just gotta look at your pretty lips," his face gets closer to yours and you can feel his breath on your lips, "just one look and I need to feel them."

he's murmuring against your lips at this point and your thighs squeeze together with no warning, he fucking giggles and presses a line of soft kisses along your jaw, teasing you. but you're not in the mood, "lando?" your voice is hushed as you look up at his pretty eyes, watching the way the lust and love he has for you swirl in them, "yes baby?" "kiss me." you don't need to ask him twice, he'll gladly kiss you anytime.

[indestructibleheart]

Y'all... I know this is truly shocking, but I have worbs. Thank you to @hippolotamus for the tag!

As you know, it's been a struggle the last couple of months for many reasons, and my ability to focus on fic was the first thing to go. But, as of this week, I'm back to being medicated, caffeinated to high heaven, and getting my shit together one piece at a time.

I decided to work on my Dead Boy Detectives AU this weekend, hoping to finish it for Halloween. The jury is still out on the timing, but I'm happy to report that the ending is done.

...Now, I just need the plot. 😅

Anyway, here's seven nine sentences:

"You'll make a great Dead Boy Detective." As Henry's blood roars in his ears (metaphorically), Nora smiles. "That's a terrible name," she says. Alex nudges her. "We'll workshop it." And that's it. Henry shoves his chair away from the desk and stands up; the loud scrape of the hardwood surprises them, if the way they both jump is any indication. "Will we, now?" he asks. "Does the founding member of this business get a say, or shall I give you both the room to continue flirting about it?"

Tagging some lovelies under the cut. If you have not been tagged and you want to be, consider this your tag!

@anchoredarchangel, @cha-melodius, @cricketnationrise, 

@firenati0n, @guillermosfamiliar, @hgejfmw-hgejhsf, 

@hippolotamus, @inexplicablymine, @jettestar, 

@kiwiana-writes, @lilythesilly, @lizzie-bennetdarcy, 

@missgeevious, @myheartalivewrites, @ninzied, 

@nontoxic-writes, @notspecialbabe, @orchidscript,

@piratefalls, @priincebutt, @rmd-writes, 

@three-drink-amy, @treluna4, @vanillahigh00, 

@welcometololaland, @ships-to-sail, @stellarm, 

@stereopticons

[badbugbotblood]

new completely insane crack ship just dropped (King Candybug/Markowski)

Still workshopping a funny ship name but any and all suggestions are welcome! I'm liking the sound of "Hero's Hazards"

(hazards both as in workplace hazards (because for safety reasons Cybug-related issues fall under Hero's Duty's jurisdiction) and car hazard lights because KCB is a cyborg who may or may not have the Royal Racer incorporated into his body, and lights are also what Hero's Duty uses to subdue the mechanical menaces :3)

[thewertsearch]

Ask Comp 19/10

That's true - we don't know for sure that Trollian can fully emulate Sburb's surveillance capabilities.

If the trolls were sufficiently motivated, though, they wouldn't actually need to. Sollux could probably hack one of the kids' computers, to gain access to their Sburb viewport - although if he did, he wouldn't need a camera to snoop on their messages.

Is there a paranoia Aspect? I think I've finally found my calling.

anonymous asked: heya! ive just finished re-reading your ENtIRE liveblog and i to send asks about some stuff but i waited to finish so im sendind everything at once! (im gonna send stuff in a bunch of small asks so cat can stop just one instead of the whole thing in case of accidental spoilers) (aslo hi cat!) (also its ninnoy, havent sent an ask in a while but i changed my pfp to something slightly more spoilery so im in anon now) [...] the jade pen pal thing, do you have any new theories on who it could be?

None! I'm sure that it's someone derived from Grandpa Harley, but everything else is a mystery.

I have no particular theories about who he is, how he knows Jade, where he got his hands on so many endgame weapons, or why he's got such an antiquated accent if he's watching movies from the 80s. I assume time travel is involved, but that doesn't really narrow anything down in a comic like this. He (she? they?) is a complete enigma, and I'll just have to wait to learn more.

ALsO WHEREs YOUR sONAs? we havent seen them in so long im afraid sahlle might have actueally died of meteor strike (joking of course) also have you realized that "sally" and "cat" are both one letter of from a valid kid name? you could lend her one of your "L"s

I've actually been workshopping some Quest stuff for Sahlee this week! I suppose I'd need to figure out her Title first, though, and for that, I'd need to get a more solid idea of her personality, and how her experiences on Alternia have shaped her.

in one of your last posts you seemed to imply that the multiverse exists inside the timeline, but ive always read it as the opposite, the timeline inside the universe that would explain why the trolls can pick any time from the humans universe to talk to them but cant have private conversations with their own futute/past selves, its not an inherent part of trollian, they are just outside the human timeline (the memos are still trollian being time fucky) dont know if that makes any difference but its a thought also i realize the tag may be unecessary due to my quirk, but its too late to stop now

(NOTE: quirk omitted for readability, but the substitutions are [t -> 7, s -> 2] - sort of a variant of Sollux's quirk. I actually don't think we've seen any quirks which add a 7, so the voice here is distinct from any trolls we've seen so far. I like it!)

Originally, my assumption was that each timeline contained a duplicate of the entire multiverse. Doomed timelines don't seem to let you communicate with other universes/dimensions, though, so they don't need to contain other sectors of reality. I'm currently of the opinion that doomed timelines only contain an instance of the dimension they were doomed in. The only timeline which contains the entire multiverse is the Alpha.

This mechanic keeps doomed timelines simple, but in-universe, I don't know why it exists. Much like the Alpha itself, it's a mystery I can only speculate about.

has the shipping chart been updated since the last time we saw it? also you (at some point) said that equius<>feferi was a controversial ship so i had to go back to check the notes and i was the only person i found talkig about it so i guess im the whole controversy? if thats the case i would like to thank you for recognizing me as the equius<>feferi number 1 hater (all jokes of course)

I got a few skeptical asks about Equius<>Feferi, but you're the only one who discussed it on the post itself. I guess by some measures, you are the most dedicated hater, because your hate was posted publicly! 🤣

I could make one or two changes, but I don't want to post a new chart until the kids meet the trolls in person, hopefully at the end of the Act!

The Scratch, naturally - but I'm also looking forward to seeing exactly how WV was Exiled. He's currently on Skaia, and Jack has lost interest in him, so who's actually sending him through the portal?

Tavros is barely a presence on the Land he's ostensibly the hero of, and all of his actions are being dictated by a third party who can physically control his body. This third party does not acknowledge or respect Tavros's own desires, effectively forcing him to play the game in a way that she personally approves of.

She claims it will make him stronger.

@bladekindeyewear submitted: That was a long, thorough, and fantastic response! It's fascinating seeing your opinion on these things-- and I'm glad to see that considering the questions we've given you seems to have made you more paranoid. But I'm just not entirely sure you're paranoid ENOUGH. Not yet. Much like how you just found that "BREEZE" quote in your Breath research, back at around the time you've now reached in the comic, we had dozens of theory-miners combing back through everything that had been said and shown in Homestuck, over and over again, searching for anything we might have missed that might have been of some importance. [...] So, uh….. how do I put this… Would you prefer to strictly handle that sort of thing all by yourself, as you've said? Which I'd agree is still the best way that you should keep to, for the most part? Or would you mind if I gave you just a CRUMB of an example, only one? A tiny bit of text that we in the theory community only found at about the time you've reached in the comic, even though it was more than a thousand pages earlier?

Shit, this is such a dilemma. I'm honestly really torn.

See, I'd probably find old fandom theories absolutely fascinating to analyze. I'd love to know how closely my ideas align with those of the early Homestuck fandom, and whether I'm saying anything really out-of-pocket. My analysis of Sollux's ~ATH script was apparently an original theory, and it's honestly one my proudest moments.

But that's also sort of the problem, isn't it? If I dive too deeply into other people's fan theories, they'll start to affect my own - and if I'm introduced to a really compelling fan theory, it could end up replacing any homegrown theories that I could have developed in lieu of it. If someone had send me a well-reasoned ~ATH theory before I did my own analysis, I'd probably have been less motivated to make the analysis in the first place. After all, many of my questions would already have been answered by a clever theory I just read.

People are free to send me their own off-the-cuff opinions on what's happening in the comic, or their own takes on any meta I write. I get a lot of asks like that, and they're some of my favorites. There are also asks which spoil a little too much, but I'm still interested in their takes, so Cat's saving them for later. We don't really delete asks - we just delay the ones that aren't necessarily appropriate for a blind liveblog.

Obviously there's a fine line here, and whether a given ask is a theory or just an opinion is a little subjective - but in my opinion, the influence that asks and submissions have had on my analysis has been relatively minor. I don't think many of my theories have been spawned from an ask, or killed by one.

This is a little different, though, because it's part of a theory that was crowdsourced over several years. It doesn't sound like something that could be inferred by an individual, so I'm not sure if it's something an individual liveblogger should necessarily know about? If I start crowdsourcing my analysis, my theories will be less Wertsearch and more fandom consensus, and I don't think I'd enjoy that as much.

I really want to know, but I think I'll enjoy the liveblog more if I don't. When I finish the comic, I'll gleefully analyze any fan theory that anyone sends me - but for now, I'll just have to wonder, and come up with theories of my own!

Yeah, we've really been getting into it with Vriska lately. I've enjoyed trying to explain and predict her actions, and I'm glad people don't think I'm going overboard when trying to analyze her.

When a character does something interesting, I don't like to move on until I have a theory about why they did it. Sure, it may be refuted later, but it needs to be something that's consistent with what I currently know about their personality.

Vriska takes a particularly long time to puzzle out in this way. Her motivations are derived from a complex web (lol) of factors, including Scratch, Spidermom, her rivalry with Terezi, her horrendous relationship with Tavros, classism, teenage hormones, quadrant politics, highblood society and the Alternian culture of violence. They all inform her decisions, and any combination of them could have been the catalyst for the latest Vriska Incident.

I want characters to make sense to me, and Vriska is written to deliberately challenge my attempt to achieve this. Her meta is fun to write, so I'm glad it's also fun to read!

[irondad-defensesquad]

Fell on black days

Also on AO3. Wrote this because I'm feeling more depressed than usual.

TRIGGER WARNINGS - suicidal thoughts, near suicide attempt (overdose)

DO NOT SHIP PETER AND TONY. P/ROSHIP DNI.

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It’s a bad day. A truly bad one. The kind of bad day when Peter’s brain won’t shut up, no matter what he does.

It’s a bad day, even though it isn’t a school day. It’s a bad day, even though Peter isn’t alone in his apartment while Aunt May is out for work all day. It’s a bad day, even though Peter is upstate, waiting for Tony to finish making their breakfast.

Tony is humming what sounds to be an AC/DC song, which would normally make Peter laugh. It doesn’t.

Instead, the teenager stares at his empty plate.

It’s nothing. Nothing, hollow.

Peter is hungry for food, but it’s not only that. He hungers for something else, and he doesn’t know what it is. His brain won’t tell him the answer. Or at least not a single good answer.

The first that comes to him is hit his head against the table. Or the wall. Maybe if he does that, his brain will shut up. But Peter is going to break the table if he tries. And he’s going to scare Tony. He doesn’t want that.

Then, the arachnid’s brown eyes find the knife. Not the butter knife.

It’s near his hand.

Maybe if I stab myself, my head will leave me alone.

Maybe if I bleed, I can focus.

Focus on the red.

Red, red, red.

Suddenly, there is a tower of pancakes replacing Peter’s empty plate. It smells delicious – butter, syrup, sugar…

“One Tower of Pisa pancakes for one hungry spider,” Tony teases, sounding like a British butler.

“Heh. Thanks.”

Peter’s lack of enthusiasm is certainly suspicious, since his mentor stares at him for a couple seconds before joining him for breakfast.

The fifteen-year-old eats in silence. He doesn’t savor the pancakes. He’s just eating out of obligation. He does not talk, either.

“… You alright, kiddo?” Tony asks.

Peter barely looks at him. He only nods in silence.

“Did you sleep well?”

“I guess,” Peter shrugs.

Tony drinks his black, bitter coffee, in contrast to his sweet and soft concern, the tender gaze. However, he doesn’t insist.

The breakfast is dead silent. Peter is usually so excited and talkative when he stays over at the Compound. He has many ideas.

Now he stares at the pancake tower, having some of the worst ideas.

Maybe if I jumped…

No, upstate isn’t tall enough. It needs to be a tower. Like the Avengers Tower.

My head hurts and I have to stop it from hurting longer.

Jump. I have to jump. Jump, jump.

“… What was that?”

Shit, was Peter mumbling?

“Um, nothing! Nothing, Mr. Stark. Sorry I’m acting weird today.”

And he’s still not looking at Tony, not when the latter’s big worried eyes are trying to read the latter.

Peter finishes the meal quickly. Tony offers to wash all the dishes. So, Peter goes to the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth.

Upon seeing his reflection…

Hit your head against the mirror.

Make it stop.

Make it stop.

Peter growls, struggling not to listen.

It’s so loud.

Then he realizes that something might actually work.

Peter senses that Tony is still in the kitchen, so he makes way to the workshop, and then MedBay. There are tools, first-aid kits…

They can fix him, right?

They can fix his brain, right?

Peter desperately tries to find them.

Thankfully, he does.

The enhanced painkillers Tony made for him.

They kill pain, like the name suggests.

Kill brain

Kill

Kill

The moment Peter opens the plastic, the moment he makes his decision—

“Peter.”

Shit!

The pills are all over the floor.

Now his head screams louder and louder—

“M-Mr. Stark, I can- I can explain”— Peter can’t breathe —“I just need to fix this, I—”

“Peter—”

He sobs. Tony is so scared. He’s so scared.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

Peter is going to kneel down to take all the pills and return them – or not return them and put all of them in his mouth –, but Tony beats him to it, grabbing him by the shoulders.

“Kid. Kid, talk to me. Tell me what’s wrong. Tell me why you need the pills. Are you hurt?” Tony tries to look for injuries in the meantime.

Yes, but it’s not the kind of “hurt” people expect.

“My head,” Peter sobs. “My- My brain won’t shut up, and I want to kill it, Mr. Stark. I want it to stop, I can’t take it anymore!”

“Oh, kiddo…”

“It hurts, Mr. Stark! It hurts! I just- I just want to die so I won’t have to feel it again!” Peter sobs harder. “I’m so tired, Mr. Stark, I’m so…”

“Shh, shh… easy,” Tony pulls him close, wrapping both arms around Peter, who holds onto him for dear life. “I’ve got you, buddy. I’ve got you, okay?”

“I just want it to be quiet, I just want quiet. My head won’t stop screaming at me and I want to kill it. W-What do I do, Mr. Stark?” Peter suddenly sounds much younger, like he’s a little kid who had a nightmare. “I-I’m scared, I’m scared. I want to die, and I’m scared, Mr. Stark.”

“You won’t be alone, Pete, I promise. I’ll do whatever I can to help.”

“Please, make it quiet, Mr. Stark. Please, please!”

Tony squeezes him tighter. “I will. I will, kid.”

Peter buries his face in Tony’s shoulder, crying like he never did before.

He’s had bad days to the point of wanting to die. But never like this. Never to the point of creating a tunnel vision in his head where he finds no way out.

Tony managed to break through the tunnel to save him.

Peter is so glad he did.

--

Right now, they’re not building anything. At least not machines.

Tony has wrapped Peter in a blanket like a burrito, turning the television on for him. Peter is also holding a cup of tea – he doesn’t always drink tea, but it’s nice. He’s watching a dumb sitcom in the meantime.

Tony is with him, refusing to leave his side.

Once Peter finishes the tea, he lies his head on Tony’s lap – which is mostly an instinct, but Tony doesn’t mind. He caresses the boy’s brown curls, and might as well rub his thumb over Peter’s forehead. A way to calm the latter’s tormented head.

Peter relaxes significantly at this touch.

He sighs deeply, drained.

“Better?” Tony wonders.

“Y-Yeah. Yeah…”

He knows that part of his brain is looming somewhere, read to attack again.

“… I hate days like this,” Peter vents. “When my brain won’t shut up and I want to do anything to make it stop.” He pauses. “Like, suddenly I see anything and I think ‘hey I could kill myself with that’. And it’s not an intrusive thought. I genuinely consider it. I feel awful about it… but I hate my brain sometimes, and I hate that I can’t turn it off without doing something stupid.” He sniffs.

Tony doesn’t reply yet, though he’s still caressing Peter’s hair.

“… Our brains can be scary,” the former finally concludes.

Peter sighs, “Yeah.”

“And the hardest part is that they’re essential to us. All those scary thoughts… they’re also part of us,” Tony explains. “I know that doesn’t sound reassuring at all, but… we don’t have to ignore them or turn them off. We can learn the reason why they’re there in the first place. Without giving in to them, if that makes sense. If it’s too hard to do that, then you can reach out for help. You can reach out to me when you feel like this, and we’ll figure it out together, okay?”

He must be speaking from experience, as it sounds very heartfelt.

Peter looks at him, sympathetic. He sits on the couch to then wrap his arms around Tony.

“Okay, Mr. Stark,” he mumbles, tearing up again. “Thank you.”

Tony sighs, relieved. “Of course, kid.” He returns the hug with one arm around Peter, rubbing the latter’s back up and down.

Safe.

You’re safe.

I’m safe.

Safe, safe, safe.

I'm home.

[s-wave-entertainment]

Also, fuck it, a vague mention isn't enough (I will talk about Murder Drones: Eps. 5 and 7 here so just in case I have any new fans!):

For my main audience, I have an AU for you too! It is also still being workshopped, but it has a lot more structure than the TADC one does. Basically, I built a "What If?" scenario in which The Solver had kept its promise (ACTUALLY, DON'T GET INTO TECHNICALITIES WITH ME I KNOW THE LOOPHOLE I KNOW) and not discarded her. If she had survived the massacre and been left to fend for herself, until The Solver needed her again.

Tessa walked away from the massacre that night. Not okay in the slightest, but physically unharmed. She had no known relatives or family friends (that would be willing to take in a child, that is), so for a while JCJ housed her themselves in a cleared-out office room. This is when the researcher who rescued her that night, Dr. Lisa E Merit, decided "this is bullshit and this child needs Actual Help," and decided to adopt her herself - and actually pay for the counseling Tessa needed.

There was a drone involved eventually - who was originally Lisa's work assistant - named Mary. Lisa realized after a few days that Tessa didn't exactly do great all by herself in a house all day, so she eventually asked her to come home and assist her adopted daughter instead of assist her at work. Mary agreed (initially reluctantly as she had no idea how in the hell to interact with a kid), and her and Tessa became pretty fast friends.

I actually gave her a pretty good family, so you're welcome for not torturing her any more! ...That is until a few years down the line (Tessa is maybe 23, 24 when this happens) when the Solver appears In Her Apartment and basically tells her "Hey I'm gonna fuck this bitch up in three days, and you have those three days to decide if you wanna help me (and live) or not (and die). I've got a peace offering for you in case you're still mad about the whole 'killing your entire family' thing." And that peace offering is Serial Designation J, in her disassembly drone form.

Obviously, beyond J being her friend, I should explain a little more. Tessa, after she concluded her education, was easily recruited into JCJ. She didn't want to do this, but if she had any hope of finding the truth about what happened to her friends that night, she needed the company to help her do it. So basically Tessa is running her own operation under the JCJ name behind everyone's backs (except for Lisa, who knows about it and actively helps her). So there's that.

Anyway, this is why she took J as a peace offering but had her help hijack a ship and escape Earth before shit got fucked. The whereabouts of Lisa and Mary are unknown to me currently - I may have Tessa have taken them as well since in CANON she arrived with three ships, but at the moment they did not make it off the planet. I have a little content, mostly writing, but what do y'all want - should I drop it?

[matchadobo]

KIDD; it all started with a drink

tags: afab!reader, mentions of alcohol, lotsa cursing, slight nsfw but no seggs, not proofread (if grammar stinky i'm sorry)

summary: name got a little too carried away with the vodka and decided to make it their captain's problem.

wc: 1028

"captain!" you shouted, almost tripping over yourself on the doorway of his dreary workshop. it was past two in the morning and you were definitely not on your right mind. you bought this wine off a market from the town victoria punk docked on for the night, unaware that it'll intoxicate you that fast. you wanted to celebrate how successful your battles were, winning against forces upon forces of pirates and the navy. "oh fuck," you mumbled, grabbing the table for support but ended up knocking over some stuff. the clanging of the pieces of metals on the desk startled your captain.

kid wouldn't normally bat an eye at your call since he was too occupied with his craft but the ruckus you were making irked the redhead so badly he had no choice but to confront you. he sauntered towards you, boots thud by the wooden floor. you tried your best maintaining your balance despite feeling so lightheaded, your entire world is spinning. "the fuck are ya doing?" he snarked, hands by his hips

"vodka?" you raised a big bottle with the widest grin you could muster. face flushed and breath reeking of liquor.

"you're so goddamn drunk it's unbelievable." he chuckled, "its damn rare to see you let your guard down." he teased, grinning down at you.

kidd knows you as someone who always has their shit together. in a ship full of men, pirates to be exact, you have always kept your guard up; it's why your captain never had the chance to hit on you. he thought about it but, he'll never submit to that.

"im not drunk, dumbass!" you bit back. "is it wrong to celebrate? success? of our crew?" you said slurring your words.

"yeah, that's about enough." he pried the vodka bottle off your fingers. you yelped, losing balance and grabbing his shirt for support; extremely narrowing the distance betwen the two of you.

his heart skipped a beat, you were so close. it took all of his power to restrain himself from kissing you. he sighed it out and said, "i'll call kil to fucking take care of you, i have no ti-" before he could finish his sentence, you found yourself puking at your captain, retching again and again and again.

"fucking damn it!" he groaned. you raised your head wiping off residue from your mouth and grabbing the vodka he took from you.

"that's what you get." you laughed, downing the bottle and walking past him.

"hey! where the fuck do you thi- don't fucking touch anything, woman!" he said, still shocked by your actions.

"you know cap," you opened the bottle to drink some more." you could either bitch about the dumbest things in here or you could share a drink with the most amazing woman you could lay your eyes on." you sat down his table, legs crossed, patting the space beside you, and having a welcoming smile.

his face was bashful, if only you knew how crazy you make him feel. "give me a second," he went to the bathroom to wipe off your vomit, and to collect himself. he then sat beside you ay his desk.

"there you go! that wasnt so hard is it?" you smiled offering the bottle to him, to which he accepted.

"it actually is you tramp," he downed the liquid. "make sure to puke at a bowl next time, not at your fucking captain."

you faced him, he got red at the proximity. "i have been really damn curious all this time cap."

"yeah?"

"may i?" you leaned over, hands looming at his hair.

"w-what the hell, woman?!" he let out strings of curses and protests yet, he didnt recoil as you got closer to him.

you reached over his goggles and took it off. tossing it somewhere across the room. you found yourself flushed, and so was he.

"i knew you'd look like a prince." you uttered with a genuine smile, putting a hand over your chest as you endearigly gaze at him. his wavy crimson bangs elegantly curtaining his forehead and piercing honey eyes. you reached over to comb his hair away from his face. it was surprisingly fluffy and silky. "you should let it down more often cap,"

"f-fuck off..." he looked away with cheeks as red as his hair.

"you probably don't hear this often but you're really handsome cap. if you reaaaaaally tried." you blurted out getting closer.

"yeah?" he finally turned his head back to you. only to brush your noses together.

"absolutely." you mumbled leaning even closer, as the spaces between your lips were tiny.

"i think you probably hear this often though but you are fucking gorgeous." he whispered back, tucking a piece of hair onto your ear and a hand on the column of your neck and face. your heart felt like it would explode out of your chest.

your lips were millimeters apart, waiting for a green light from each other. you advanced but kidd pulled away. "...you're drunk, this is not fair."

"but i want to," you grab a hold of his cheek to bring him back, fingers lingers on his skin. oh how goosebumps spread like wildifires across his body from your touch.

"you don't. you're fuckin drunk." he resisted.

"but i want to fucking to kiss you, eustass." you asserted, voice growing a notch higher.

he finally looked at you and alas your lips crashed. his hands shifted to the back of your head, deepening the kiss even further.

falling naturally by his thighs as he guided your hips, you straddled yourself at his lap.

he stood up, carrying you by your bottom. you two then got settled by the velvety, raven couch on his room, still in the same position. lips and hands never leaving each other. you were about to take off his vest, only to be stopped. grip firm on your wrist.

"making out is one thing. you're too drunk to know what the hell are you doi-"

"i'm sober enough to know what the hell i fucking want and i fucking want you right now, okay?!" you protested, fiery eyes filled with desire for him.

he chuckled to himself and said, "by all means, princess."

my first attempt on an hc 😱🥶 i'll probably cringe looking back at this shit after a few months but anw brain dumpppp kidd the most delicious &lt;3

[legacyofafox]

I randomly decided to post a snippet of a fic I loved very much to write. It's most likely my favourite fic I wrote yet.

And for some context as in what it is, it's my Kid X Reader fic.

Enjoy!

***

Not thinking about it too much, you went into the kitchen. Somehow you felt like making some dinner. 

It was already late and someone probably should start on it. Nobody did ask for it, you just did it on your own, because why not. 

"Normally that's my space." The sudden voice scares you like hell. Turning with your body to the direction the voice was coming. It was Killer. 

"Oh my god. You scared me." A chuckle was to hear, it was so quiet it was almost impossible to hear. 

"What are you planning on making?" Hearing his question. You honestly didn't think about it at all yet. "Wasn't checking what's there."  

In the end both of you were working on the dinner together. When it was finished and dinner was over you somehow ended up in a situation you wouldn't have thought would happen. 

The captain itself was now standing in front of you. 

"Follow." For a moment you just stood there perplexed. "I'm not repeating myself again." That made you move. 

Follow him until you come to a familiar door. 

His workshop. 

Still following behind him into it, still not knowing what he did want from you. 

"Here. Test them." He just pushed you something in your hands. Looking down you realize they were your knives! 

They felt balanced. 

Did he…?

You were too excited right now to think about it a moment more. So you just went to test them. 

Testing them you realised they weren't bad, but still not fully good. "They are still not perfect. If I could I would…" before you could finish your sentence he literally ripped them out of your hands. 

"You will do nothing, Girlie." 

"But…" He was now looking at you with a look at you to shut up. 

"My ship. My rules." You felt how angry you got minute over minute, until you could hold it back anymore. 

"Fuck you!" You went to rush out of the workshop only to get knocked back to a hard chest, but that didn't stop you at all. 

It took so far that both of you were on the ground and kinda wrestled to which one was on top of the other. 

In the end you had somehow won, you were now kinda having Kid's head between your knees and thighs and pushing them together. 

"If you did want me between your legs you would have just needed to ask, Girlie." 

That made you push your legs harder together. So mad you weren't for a long time.

This arrogant prick. 

Why did he have to be so full of himself?

"I am actually so close to heaven right now. It must feel surely good to have this strong legs pushing my waist, when I fuck you so hard that you forget your own name." 

When you heard this sentence it made you blush, you also let for a short moment the push on your legs go out of surprise. It was enough to make him get on top of you. 

"Nobody ever told me to fuck myself without getting a punishment." Seeing his sadistic smirk you knew you had pissed him off. You literally broke a rule you made for yourself. 

This man really had something on him that kept making you mad. You didn't know what would be your punishment, but you would find out.

***

[lbova]

Rodney x Cappy Fanfiction

This is my first time writing a fanfic, so sorry if it's bad. There isn't enough Rodney x Cappy fanfic, so I'm writing my own gosh darn it. I love this ship so much. Characters belong to Blue Sky Studios Robots 2005. Hope you enjoy!

When you've become the CEO of your dream job, life couldn't be better. Two years ago, Rodney Copperbottom first arrived in Robot City to meet his idol Bigweld. However, he came to the city just to find out Bigweld had been forced into retirement thanks to his no good past CEO bot named Phineas T. Ratchet. When Ratchet took charge of Bigweld Industries, he outmoded millions of bots and sent Sweepers to collect them and take them to his mother's (Madame Gasket) Chop Shop, where they were melted into upgrades. Rodney knew he had to find Bigweld and save the city. Good luck was on his side, and he was able to find Bigweld, convinced him out of hiding, and defeated Ratchet and his cruel mother once and for all. Madame Gasket was thrown into the fire, and Ratchet was stuck on the ceiling. The Robot City Police took Ratchet to jail two days after. Rodney was seen as a hero, and was named the new CEO of Bigweld Industries.

Of course, none of this would have been possible if Rodney hadn't met Cappy. He first met Cappy when he crashed through the window of Bigweld's office and landed right in front of her. It was love at first sight for Rodney. He had never seen such a beautiful robot in his life. He met Cappy again when he snuck past the gates to get into the Bigweld Ball in an attempt to find Bigweld. Cappy saved Rodney from Ratchet's security bots, and flew him to Bigweld's workshop. Eventually, Cappy began to fall in love with Rodney. He was determined and confident, and he was kind and cared about others. After Ratchet's defeat and Rodney became CEO, Rodney and Cappy started dating. Rodney moved in with Cappy in her apartment a week after they started dating.

And now, two years later, they we still together. Although, being CEO of a very huge business wasn't easy. Rodney had been very busy the past two years, helping Bigweld come up with new projects and inventions to help bots' lives improve. Rodney would always come home late, always exhausted and tired. He would always feel bad whenever he came home late, knowing that he had kept his girlfriend Cappy waiting for him. He didn't want her to stay up for him, he wanted her to get a good night's sleep. He sometimes wondered why Cappy would still be with him despite him always coming home late. Some days, Rodney would wonder if he's even good enough to be her boyfriend. He's always late, he spends more time inventing and less time with Cappy. So why would she stay with him?

It was currently 12:39 a.m., and Rodney was finishing up one of his projects in his office. As he wrapped up his last adjustments to his project, he wiped his forehead and sighed. He was finally done for the night. Now he can go home, and have the weekend off. Rodney was so relieved that he had this weekend off. He normally worked on the weekends to further help out Bigweld. But Bigweld told him that he should take this weekend off, maybe spend some time with Cappy. Rodney offered Bigweld to call him in case he needed help, but Bigweld told him not to worry. Rodney put his tools back into his desk, turned the lights in the room off, locked up his office, and took a taxi home.

When Rodney arrived at their apartment, he took his keys out and unlocked the door to enter. He opened the door and entered the apartment, shutting the door behind him and locked it once he was in. He looked around the living room to see if anyone was home, but he didn't see anyone. He only saw his Wonderbot as they slept on a little cat condo peacefully. He guessed that Cappy was probably in the bedroom.

"Cappy, I'm home!", Rodney shouted not too loudly as to not startle Wonderbot awake.

He heard a voice cry out, "I'm in the bedroom!" He knew that the beautiful voice belonged to his lovely girlfriend Cappy.

He set his bag down and walked to the bedroom. When we entered, he saw Cappy sitting on the bed, reading a book. Cappy looked up from her book to smile at her handsome boyfriend.

"Hi sweetie. Welcome home.", Cappy said sweetly, as she set her book down on the bedstand beside her and got up to greet Rodney. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him. Rodney also wrapped his arms around her to hug her back. He closed his eyes as he did, and smiled tiredly. He loves holding her close after a long day at work.

"Sorry I got back so late again", Rodney said softly, as he pulled away from Cappy to give her a quick kiss on the lips. "This project is taking so much longer than I intended", He continued.

Cappy smiled at him softly. Rodney loved her smile so much. He loved everything about her. "It's alright hon. I know your job can be long and stressful," Cappy said. "You can say that again", Rodney chuckled tiredly. "I am so ready for this weekend. I don't have to get up early and I don't have to work late."

Cappy couldn't help but giggle a little. "Me too. I can't wait to spend the whole weekend with you", she said. Rodney smiled at her brightly. He then let out a big yawn, stretching his arms out a little. Cappy could see her lover was tired, obviously. She can almost read Rodney like a book. And he was her favorite book. "Well then, maybe it's time for us to sleep, hm?", Cappy grabbed Rodney 's arm and gently tugged it, trying to pull him towards the bed. Rodney let her guide him to the bed, and they both laid down onto the soft mattress. Rodney let out a deep sigh, it felt good to finally lay down. Cappy snuggled closer to Rodney, putting her head on his shoulder.

Rodney rested his head on hers, smiling. "Hey Caps?", he slightly whispered, "Thanks for always being patient with me. I probably don't deserve it, but thank you for being sweet to me no matter what the day brings or how it ends." He wrapped one of his arms around her waist and said, "I love you."

Cappy shifted her head slightly to look up at Rodney. She smiled at him and said, "I love you too." They gave each other a good night kiss on the lips and drifted off to sleep. They had each other at the end of the day, and that was all they needed.

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OMG I finished it yes! Now I have my own fanfiction to read hehe. Anyway, hope you guys liked it! Let me know if you want more Rodney x Cappy stories, I'll be happy to write them!

[reinabeestudio]

I'm late, but using my (recent) birthday as an excuse to ramble about Cee and the other mercs—mostly Cee, with hints of ship stuff :]

This is kinda long btw

The arrival of Ms. Doremi was not something unexpected, since the team had been notified a few days prior of a new hire from Spain. However, she wasn't what they imagined.

The answer depends on who you ask, but all of them more or less were expecting a tough mercenary, someone that has clearly fought and killed before. Someone that gets the job done no matter what. But before them was the damndest fanciest lady they've ever seen. Scout was the one tasked to showing her around due to being the fastest, and it was clear some doubts about this new teammate quickly started to appear after each one met her personally.

Not only that, but there was something particular about Ms. Doremi: she had a room for herself like the others, but she didn't always sleep on it. In fact, many nights she'd leave the base and come back in the morning. Spy even identified her car as an ivory Seat 600 D. Not exactly a model seen in the US.

Now, as I mentioned in past posts, I ship her with almost all of them (except Pyro)—not at the same time. So how things develop depends on the merc! Although the ones I think about the most are Engineer, Soldier, and Scout.

I'll focus only on Engineer/Cee for now. Maybe I'll explore different reactions in the future (please ask me about any of the other ships gimme an excuse to gush please please please pl--).

Surprise, he fell in love at first sight 💥

I imagine they found him on his workshop, arguing with one of the others for touching his tools or something else (probably Spy? I like to think they don't get along at all lol). So there he was, cursing up a Texan Storm(tm) until he hears stifled laughter behind him and he turns around like ???. And when he sees her, he completely freezes.

“Apologies, I didn't mean to laugh. You just have such a way with words, I coulnd't help”

And aren't you a vision of loveliness.

She would offer her hand for a handshake, while introducing herself. How proper, ain't she cute. “I'm Cee Doremi. I'm the new RED member. And what might your name be?”

“I'm mighty sorry 'bout earlier, promise I'm nicer than that!” He took her hand then, a bit too tightly. “Dell Conagher, or the Engineer. At your service.”

“It's alright, Mr. Conagher. As my mother used to say, when we argue it's because we care. Don't you think?”

“Please, call me Dell. And I can't say I fully agree with ya, Ms. Doremi, but I can see yer point!"

“Call me Cee." God, that smile of hers could resurrect an angel. The guy is practically leaking toony hearts while Spy and Scout look at them like 👁 (nosy father & nosy son lol). “It was nice meeting you. But I still have to finish my little tour, and I'd kindly like to have my hand back, yes?”

Engie's face scrunched up in confusion before he looked down at his hand and noticing that he's, in fact, still shaking her hand.

So she waved him bye and he waved back with a face warmer than an oven. Meanwhile Spy just looked at him with the most insufferable knowing smile ever.

“What a gracefully embarassing display of those 11 PhDs, pardner.”

“Shut it, you snake.”

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ⟐ ⋅.} ───── ⊰

Time passes, and Cee's presence is just one more on base. She even got her own nickname: the Lady (very original). It started as a joke, but it ended up just becoming a thing lol.

She gets along with her teammates! Some more than others, but she has a minimum level of property that she doesn't seem to like breaking, no matter how rude some people might be. Old habits, she calls it (makes you curious how she was raised).

And everyday as usual, when night comes, she drives off... somewhere. And everyday she comes back in the morning. She's been asked about this by the others many times; she has her own room here, what's the need of leaving every night? Where does she even go? But as polite as she is, that's a question she doesn't answer.

Until one day the answer comes to them.

Cee called for a meeting, which was odd. She was the only one standing up, the rest of the mercs sitting down and no doubt confused what was going on.

“As all of you know, I spend most of my nights outside of the base. First I want to clarify, I have no problem with my room. I'm thankful I was given my own space.” she started, her hands clasped in front of her. “But I did for a good reason. Something very important.”

She explains how she was told by the higher-ups it'd be best if she stopped the car trips, mostly because the enemy could follow her and learn the location of the base. How she explained her situation, and a solution would be searched.

But until then, she'd have to compromise.

“I'm only doing this because I have no other choice. Apologies in advance,” she finished explaining.

They see Cee turn around to the doorframe behind her and says something in Spanish (“Ya podéis salir”). And the 9 mercs watch with wide eyes how a young girl and a young boy come out and quickly go to Cee, the kids looking at the men while hiding behind her. They looked similar to Cee.

“Gentlemen, these are my twins: Lance and Renée.”

She looked down at them, gently patting their heads. “They will be staying on my bedroom, until a safer place for them is found. I've already told them to behave and not bother any of you unless it's a dire situation and I'm not around. Please, be patient with them while they are here.”

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ⟐ ⋅.} ───── ⊰

An addendum: Cee comes from wealth and was raised 'properly' and to be ladylike at all times.

She's not helpless tho, she was hired as a merc after all lol (and by the time she meets the mercs, it's been many years since she was in that upper social bubble). But she has a lot of old habits ingrained in her due to her upbringing, and being with the mercs is when she really learns how to let loose.

Yes I know, I didn't really talk about actual ships AJSDNGDS. But I thought that it'd be best to first establish some facts about Cee for better understanding ☝ If you wanna learn more, ask about it (/j /lh)

[whumpbug]

You mentioned that Hari is an amputee, so I'm curious. Does he prefer to use a prosthetic, crutches or a wheelchair? (Or some other kind of sci-fi alternative)

And how do prosthetics and mobility aids in general work in this world? Are they about the same as modern Earth or more futuristic?

very very good question anon!!! and one i am SO excited to talk about!!

but disclaimer: i am not physically disabled in this way. i am not an amputee nor a wheelchair or crutch user so if anyone who is or knows more than i do notices any inaccuracies, please let me know!!

✮⋆˙

so hari actually uses all three at different times! and since he is from earth, theyre mostly earth technology but i'll get into that in a sec. first, i'll talk a bit more about when he uses each mobility device!

prosthesis: to start, the one he uses most often is his prosthesis (he actually has multiple). it's just the most convenient for him, especially when working on the ship's mechanics or when he's doctoring. the only trouble is that he has to be Upright and standing unassisted, which could prove a bit problematic for his POTS so that brings me to his

wheelchair: he uses his wheelchair when he's having a particularly bad POTS flare-up or when he's too injured to use his other mobility aids. this is probably his least favorite because, while the scarab is accessible, he just personally feels inconvenienced by it. he likes to be standing or at least more upright because that's how he usually is so everything in his room and workshop is at that height.

crutches: the middle-ground. he uses his forearm crutches when his amputated leg is swollen or when he just simply doesn't feel like wearing his prosthesis. this is usually when the crew is just hanging out in the common area. he doesn't mind this option because it's comfy and his hands are still usually free because of the fact that they're forearm crutches!

OKAY! onto his actual prosthesis. so since he is from earth, the technology he has for his prosthesis is too. when he first joins the expedition, it's nothing too fancy or mechanical, just something that gets the job done.

and then they go to a planet with all sorts of technological advancement and hari's engineer brain goes Crazy. he was sent with many backup prostheses, and he ends up modifying all of them. some have cool designs, some have different metal inclusions, some have weapons built in, etc etc.

he names them all too. they each have a special place in his heart he loves to tinker with them so much....

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so yeah!! thats his situation with mobility aids!! hope this answers your question well anon!!

[compassmili]

Miscellaneous Sinner things... Under the cut because of how long it is. Faust wrote these all out and I'm just pasting them here

Q: Do you have any ships with your OC, canonical to their story or otherwise?

John was previously with a woman of the name of Myra. In the present, she is canonically in a "situationship" with Outis, as well as Hermine. Non-canonically, she is shipped with Balladyna and Nameless. Although non-canonical, these are just as important

Gaia has a dead girlfriend from her past, and after her Canto, canonically gets together with Don Quixote. Faust is unaware if there are any noncanonical ships.

Esther had a partner previously, Dietrich. They have since parted ways, although he continues to haunt her.

Q: If your OC distorted, what would be design, name and description of their distortion?

Gaia is the only one out of ours who Distorts. The name is undecided as of yet, however it has a focus on birds and time. Her face is obscured, a gaping hole in her chest. A clock serves as her halo. She gains harpy legs rather than human ones, and her forearms become covered with feathers, hands and nails turned to unsightly talons. It needs to be workshopped, as it's still a bit too human.

It is undecided as to if Turtle Dove will distort. If she were to, the name "Grus Cantus [α]" is a possibility. Reap would turn into a skeletal bird, specifically with traits of cranes and doves. Reap would move in awkward motions, as if noise was a puppet.

Q: Do any of our OCs actually HAVE birthdays?

Gaia's is October 31st, Turtle Dove's is January 1st, Esther's is November 26th, One's is August 1st, and Kainé's is August 7th.

Q: What’s your OCs’ speech patterns?

John's speaking patterns are not portrayed accurately within the chatroom. John, when not spewing a simple insult, has a tendency to go on long rambles, saying everything that goes through her mind. She is well educated, having graduated from what the City equivalent of an Ivy League would be (Harvard, Faust believes, it was in the source book.) and it shows in her speech. She refuses to use the word "God", as well, as she vehemently denies his existence. Even by using the word, she speaks Him into existence, and validifies Him.

Gaia... It is hard for Faust to describe. She is not formal, just straightforward, but there is still a sense of authority as to how she speaks. Rather than simply saying "God" in her expressions, she will refer to "Gods" or "The Twelve." She also often mentions the idea of "darkness", and has a heavy focus on time. She will comment on the time often, as a lot of her life revolves around it.

Amanda speaks infrequently, but she's bitter and to the point whenever she does. Truly, the best example of her speaking patterns is the quote, "Yeah, and why don't we get him some corticosteroids! Why don't you tell me something I don't know, you stupid cunt!"

Turtle Dove, before her Canto, is expressionless and without much to say. If prompted for a response, she will give the most neutral and effective one. After her Canto, she voices worry and concern for others often. Reap hums and mentions "Reapers", "The Producer", "The Composer", etc, often. Reap also refers to and treats her stuffed animal as a living being, which is shown in how she talks to/about it.

Before his Canto, One does not speak. He does not have a reason to. Afterwards, his speech is a bit stilted, but his well meaning demeanor shows. He may mumble prayers on occasion, or express a wish to atone.

Kainé is... Ah, she's wildly vulgar. A lot of what she says is not appropiate for this server. She is violent and swears often, seemingly threatening others every other sentence. Kainé often makes the "tch" sound, as well, and groans in frustration often. She will drag out her words, such as, "Shut the fuckkkkkkkkkk uppppppppppp!" rather than simply, "Shut the fuck up."

Esther is typically very polite in her speech, although she is short tempered. While fighting, she still shows her enemy some respect in how she talks to them. She speaks of God often, and can be found praying. Refers to people with... Ah, what are they called? What a pain English is. Titles? No, that isn't it. In any case, she refers to others as Madam, Miss, Sir, etc.

[waywardwizzard]

The sky was grey and Mal swore it had been blue a few seconds ago.

Blood steadily dripped down his side at an alarming rate, staining the ground a greying-red, but he didn't have enough strength to try and stop the bleeding. Instead, the captain watched as colour slowly leeched out of the world, leaving everything a monochrome grey.

Mal was tired of fighting. All he's ever done was fight and he was sick of it. He deserved a break, he deserved to rest, gorram it.

Slowly, he closed his eyes against the greying sunlight -

Zoë and Wash holding each other as the ship around them blows up -

A plot of disturbed ground, the name 'Jayne' carved crudely into a stone marker -

Inara back at the Guild, smiling but never really smiling -

Kaylee working at her dad's workshop back home but looking more like a stormcloud than his little ball of sickly sweet sunshine -

Book on another ship, locking his door, gun in his belt, no Bible in sight -

Simon drugged and bound, alone in a small cell, the grey Alliance prison uniform hanging off his too thin frame -

River screaming, needles in her eyes, blood on her hands, chanting don't don't don't -

Mal screamed, the wound in his stomach burning like hellfire, the visions still flashing behind his eyelids everytime he closed his eyes.

Gorram it all.

With a pained hiss the Captain of Serenity dragged himself into a semi-conscious, semi-upright position, willing the tiredness away, a hand clamped over his wound, willing his blood to flow slower.

Damn his crew.

Malcolm Reynolds started to stumble back to his ship, his visions follow in the shadows, colour slowly seeping back into the world.

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Author's note-

Ok, I'm not gonna lie, I love this one. A lot. It's up there with a few of my other favorites.

I'm sorry if it's not as good as some of the others but I really can't write whump to save my life😅

Anyway, thanks for reading! <3