#kinda like a macgyver kind of thing

[moefongo]

I got some Qi brainrot so I'll leave this also yes I made a new file just for him lol (im working on a few requests so I'll pose those eventually as well)

Qi's kids sneak into the research center

The kids had been begging to go there since they learned how to talk, but he doesn't want them there because of two reasons.

One of them being their safety and the second one is that he does not want his kids to touch his Gundam collection.

Of course his kids sneak into the research center instead of going to school. In fact he was the one who dropped them off that say so he was more than sure that they were in school.

The kids had planned it for days in advance, they somehow even managed to make a copy of his keys just in case it was locked.

Luckily they didn't need them since they snuck in when their dad was distracted with work. Plus there are many ways to enter the center so to them it was a breeze.

Their next target, his dad's Gundam collection. Or more likely they were assembling an intact set that the builder found and was keeping hidden as a birthday gift for Qi. But since these kids are nosy, they found it and decided to do the most devious prank ever and place it there and wait until he notices it.

Qi's focus was interrupted when he heard giggles coming up from his old bedroom. Frustrated, he went to check what was going on and lo and behold, there sitting on the floor were his two kids half way through the Gundam set.

Honestly he was impressed so he allowed them to skip school that day and sat down to help them finish it and after that he spent the rest of the day with them, away from the center of course.

Eventually the builder found out because Jane notified them that the kids had escaped from school. But their totally awesome dad prevented them from getting in trouble for their shenanigans.

[violasmirabiles]

ok i lied. one picture cos it makes me laugh how much this space here looks like "heres where id put my tv if i had a tv". im gonna put some pictures on that wall eventually. like big and framed. posters. the aladdin sane cover one because obviously and that blue/purple pyramid thing that came with the pink floyd dark side of the moon 30th anniversary vinyl edition. well see.

apartment update: still no pictures cos everythings still Ass but that old desk of my sister in laws thats very nice and all but kind of on the way is gon a go to my old room in my parents house. and in its place im gonna get my old bookshelf from my old room. in my parents house

[tarmac-rat]

OC Smash or Pass

Tagged by the fabulous trio of @trashcatsnark @beammeupbroadway and @glitchinginthegarden to put my girl up for vetting here :3

RULES: pretty self explanatory. include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc).

First image by me, second image by @togepies, third image by @janeofthechoir12, fourth image/artwork by @letsjam-art

Quick Facts

Full Name: Riley "V" Bakker Aldana V Height: 5'9" Age: 24 (DOB: December 10th, 2052) Pronouns: She/Her Sexuality: Bisexual Features: Mop of electric blue hair + shaved sides, neon green glow-in-the-dark Kiroshis, severely crooked nose, light splash of freckles, scar over the right corner of her lip, blue cloud tattoo sleeve down her left arm, steel-plated cybernetic right leg, incurable case of RBF

Pros

Cute in that 'girl next door' kinda way. Takes just enough care of her looks to not look like a total slob, and knows how to class it up when she wants to/sees a need to.

Once she warms up to a person, there's nothing on heaven or earth she wouldn't move for them.

Loves driving. Will let you be a passenger princess on the back of her beloved Kusanagi CT-3X. She might even let you DJ if she's in a good mood (but absolutely no Samurai).

While she prefers to be on top, she's got no qualms with feeling out the situation and switching around as her partners desire. Position-wise, she's a Swiss Army Knife.

Lowkey very funny when she wants to be, and isn't above poking fun at herself when she does something dumb.

A mechanic at heart who loves tuning bikes and modding guns. She loves giving gifts and she'll make you homemade shit she MacGyvered out of an old radio if you're into that kind of thing.

Secret cuddler. She'll deny it, but she is.

Cons

Anger issues up the wazoo. Hope your love language is shouting matches!

Wardrobe consists almost entirely of old tank tops and cargo pants.

Tends to assume the worst in people right off the bat and she'll take any reason she can to justify her opinion and split on you. She's devoted once she trusts you but you gotta earn that trust, and she doesn't give it easily.

Outwardly very closed off and cold, and doesn't like to give that much information about herself away. You're gonna need a wrecking crew to break down all those walls.

She's somewhat vanilla in the bedroom-- it's not that she hates kink on principle, she just doesn't feel the need nor have the desire to experiment.

Will not stop talking about how much she wants to run away from her life and go back to living in the desert.

If you piss her off...well, let's just say she nicknamed her leg "The Nutcracker" for a reason.

Gonna tag @clusterfxckedbysirens @ghostoffuturespast @seraphfighter @luvwich @fly-amanitaa (sorry for any double tags in there) to give this a try if you want!

[rosieblogstuff]

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

44 😲 in my main AO3 account. 2 others in my older account = 46!

I didn't realize I had that many things!

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

270,883

3. What fandoms do you write for?

All 44 of those works in my main AO3 are MacGyver 2016. One is a crossover with The Rookie. The other two at Star Trek TOS and Star Wars fics.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Table + Flashlight + IEDs

Mac + (Wilderness + Training + Survival) + Jack

Lost Causes

Lake + Stick + Fever

4 Times the LAPD Didn’t Pull Jack Over + 1 Time They Did 

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to! I often respond to a chapter's comments when I post the next chapter of a longfic. And sometimes I just space on it and respond a year later when I notice I failed to respond.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Oh definitely my X-ray + Penny flashfic, Bad Penny. Most of the comments are variations on HOW DARE YOU!!!

There are a couple other flashfics with pretty ambiguous endings, too.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

That's a hard one. Most of my fics have a happy or at least comforty ending. Maybe... uhh.... Electricity + Combustion ? which I literally labeled "whump with a fluffy ending". I also have two Jack Lives fics so that's always a happy situation at the end...

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I haven't. A few weird comments but I mostly scratch my head and ignore them. Anybody who hates on my fics will be getting a very long and nasty reply, followed by their comment being deleted.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Nope, no smutty fanfics here. I did have a romance I posted for another fandom awhile back (and never finished), and I've written fade-to-black stuff in my orig fic novels.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Just one! My Macgyver 2016+The Rookie cops-vs-spies crossover, in which some LAPD officers keep coming across a black GTO involved in shenangains around LA: 4 Times the LAPD Didn’t Pull Jack Over + 1 Time They Did

It's probably the funniest thing I've ever written, and the ending is one of my very favorites. Also possibly the only gen fic ever posted in The Rookie fandom, although I don't look over there much.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes. Somebody stole all my completed fics from FF.net last year. There was a big Tumblr post about some site full of stolen fics, and sure enough, there mine were. I asked to have them remove, got not reply. I haven't posted anything to FF.net since then.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I'm aware of.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes, but not for a long time. I used to frequently co-write fics in my first fandom.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

I'm going to go with Washington State Ferry M/V Wenatchee. Who doesn't love a good ferry boat? It's an irconic style, fun if you're walking on, handy if you need to drive on, saves you hours of driving around Puget Sound by land. Also just a very nice-looking ship.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Ugh, wow. I have a couple dozen things I kinda like but might never finish. My favorite, and least likely because I've made the least progress on it, is a MacGyver fic about Patti having plotted out her revenge better, and tring to fuck over the team by having listed Jack as her replacement... which of course gives him access to high-level secrets like Oversight's identity. Much drama ensues.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Ramping a story up. Characters. Make a story fully story-shaped.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Endings. 😫

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Hmmm I don't think I've ever needed to. Like most things in writing, I'm not against it in theory, but it can be done well or badly.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Anne McCaffrey's Pern, back in the paper fanzine days. Prior to joining AO3 in like 2019, I had 0 fanfics posted on the internet but a few in zines listed on Ebay. 😂

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

This is IMPOSSIBLE to answer. I could answer it differently every day for the next couple weeks. Anything I already mentions plus a couple more!

[boolger]

auction sounds super interesting, can we hear about that one? 😁

Hii❤️ and yessss!!

Technically it’s a Macgyver(2016) dark fic, that I posted on AO3 a while ago, called Canine affairs. While it’s technically marked done on there, i still consider it a WIP - esp bc I’m also working on a Call of Duty version in the same document bc I’m lazy lol.

It’s basically set in an AU where hybrids are collected as pets and a lot of people get their pets from different auctions.

The summary of the Macgyver one is like this;

Mac is a pet owned by the wealthy businessman Murdoc; since Mac is very loved by Murdoc, he has grown used to being spoiled, fucked and genereally being the center of attention for his Master, going with Murdoc wherever he goes. That changes when Murdoc has to go on several work trips and has to leave Mac behind. Murdoc feels bad and fears that his spoiled pup might be getting bored - so despite Mac’s many protests, they go to an auction to buy another pet to be his playmate. When Murdoc spots the hybrid Jack, a former Military pet, he decides on the spot that he must be the right one to keep Mac entertained - and hopefully help with Mac’s mood swings and misbehaving. The thing is however, that Mac doesn’t particularly like the angry, untrained Jack and it’s the same the other way around, Jack doesn’t like the spoiled Mac.

Currently in the Macgyver version, I’ve reached the point where Mac and Jack get along to a certain point, often fucking violently and finally getting caught doing this by Murdoc, who is quite pleased.

My thoughts about the COD version, kinda set in the same universe, are kinda similar but at the same time I’m not quite sure about it.

A part of me wants Price to have a pup, or some kind of hybrid, who is spoiled and needy and he is too busy, so he gets her one or several playmates - one of the rest of the team 141. However I’ve also considered changing it to something where Price - or another character outside 141 - moves to the country side and starts a farm, much disliked by the pampered reader who doesn’t like doing any chores outside and regularly throws tantrums. So farmer goes to an auction and buys 141, since they’re former military pets and therefore working animals — much to the hatred of reader, who considers them dirty brutes.

Whether it will be a sweet kinda fic or a dark noncon one, idk yet tbh 👀

Anyways thank you for asking, I will stop my yapping now🥰

[liobi]

about that director's commentary thing

i'm curious if there's anything on that scene in the beginning of always where lappland has a weirdly charged discussion with kal'tsit in her room

Oooo, The beginning of always!

Background on this fic, I cannibalized two other WIPs that got incredibly jossed by the release of Il Siracusano (One of them a TexLappSora fic where Lappland took Popukar to a concert of her favorite idol, only to discover that under the lupo disguise, Sora was the little bunny girl whose journalist father Lappland had offed under her and Texas's boss's orders. She had let the little girl who witnessed the deed go, but their boss found out and ordered Texas to liquidate Lappland leading to her expulsion and infection). But anyways, on to the setup!

Both Lappland and Kal'tsit care deeply for the vulnerable. We see as much any time they are the focus of various events, but they go about it in different ways. Kal'tsit is methodical, scheming, and uses her long life and connections to accomplish her needs. She's got plans upon plans, irons in the fire galore, a Machiavellian master sitting atop a mountain of fallen foes and destroyed obstacles.

Lappland on the other hand is a bundle of unrestrained id, packaged and fired like a bullet on a path set by either herself or others, a genius at improvising and legitimately charismatic, if only used to get under people's skin. Lappland is the MacGyver of mob heroes. Lappland is also very consciously trying to be the opposite of her father. It's why i think under the right circumstances she'd be good with kids actually!

While she may believe that once she returns to Siracusa she will be helpless but to eventually become what she fears, in the meanwhile she is fighting tooth and nail to be kind and friendly and open to anyone that will have her (despite everyone thinking she's got sixteen layers of malicious plans and mindgames going on), but also she kinda sucks! She DOES sometimes have sixteen layers of malicious plans and mindgames going on! She CAN be mean and kinda nasty in fact she intentionally digs into people's sore spots constantly! She contains multitudes.

So with the fact that Kal'tsit and Lappland have opposite styles of operating, it's only natural that Lappland sees at least on a superficial level some similarities between Kal'tsit and her father.

Kal'tsit is also super hot and manipulative and leaves nothing to chance so!

PREAMBLE OVER, ON TO THE SCENE ITSELF

~

Lappland had no idea how much of this was actually Dr. Kal’tsit and how much was a carefully constructed facade to convince other people she was just like them.

Kal’tsit motioned across the room. ���Sit where you like.”

Some small part of Lappland wondered where exactly the night would go if she chose to sit on the bed.

~

Right from the get-go Kal'tsit has the intention of measuring Lappland's... everything. Looking for any foothold that will give her power over the negotiation, some way to maneuver Lappland into giving her exactly what she wants; a teacher for Popukar who can handle the little berserker and an operator with a talent for improvising and resourcefulness that would absolutely be willing to cross names off a list if Kal'tsit needed her to.

The conversation is a game of chess, of battleship, right from the start and they both know it. Lappland thinks back to the mafia sit-downs her father brought her to for a reason! This is one, in its own way.

On top of all this, we know from Il Siracusano that Lappland despite everything still wants her father's approval and affection. So when she's confronted with a woman who on a surface level reminds her of her father who is not so subtly asking if she wants to get into bed, she's gonna have a boner that's hard (lol) for her to examine all at once (lolol).

The rest of the scene really consists of them testing the water, trying to gauge where the other person is at and what they're getting out of it. Lappland is set up to both care about kids and also Amiya, and Kal'tsit cares about both of her daughters and keeping Rhodes Island alive and running and sometimes you need assassins and terrorists to do that. So they find somewhere in the middle to meet and Lappland doesn't rip her stitches because of ill-advised sex.

[mister-eames]

If they weren't international criminals, what jobs do you think Arthur and Eames would have?

I can see them in various jobs, some even together, like lawyers who somehow always find themselves on opposite sides, or investigators, but there are so many possibilities and I like most of them, so I wanted to know your opinion :)

p.s. I have a weird fascination with astronomer or even astronaut Arthur, it seems the right kind of precision and exploration of something new and wonderful. But that also may just be me projecting my own impossible childish fantasy combined with Arthur's competence in zero gravity.

Oooh, I love this question!! I also would love to read an astronomer/astronaut Arthur fic! I know there's one where Eames is an astronaut and I think Arthur is an engineer though. Ain't nothing wrong with projecting here, that's what makes fandom interesting!! <3

I think Arthur might be one of two things: An engineer, because I think he would be amazing at it, probably grew up on a diet of MacGyver and Bond, and would be a creative menace in the field. Or, I think I can see him as a teacher/professor (probably of engineering) - because he's clearly very good at it and I think the film illustrates how much he is in his element there. I can totally see him as the nerdy-but-cool prof who just knows everything, from quantum engineering to niche celebrity gossip, to agricultural techniques from the 1300s. The kinda guys who is super smart, but still burns his toast, mispronounces words like 'quinoa' and can't keep a house plant alive kinda teacher. Super cool and helpful, but.. prof, you have a coffee stain on your shirt...again.

Eames. Eames, Eames, Eames. Honestly the first thing I can see him doing is being a whacky as hell therapist/psychologist. Whacky in that the degree is only in name, 99% of the 'formal training' goes out the window, and he just uses whatever the hell techniques he intuitively thinks is best. Patients either adore him or hate him, but they both yield similar results. There is no "and how did that make you feel" in Eames' office. I think he's also in his element when it comes to problem solving, in figuring out how A gets to Z, and every patient is just a house full of issues and problems that he gets to pick apart, throw things at the walls and see what sticks. Probably writes novels in his spare time under the pseudonym Dr. E. Ames (when he's not playing poker, of course).

I can also see how these elements of their characters (guidance, problem solving) are reflected in each other and can apply to pretty much any field -- why Inception AU's are the greatest because they always work!! They can be butchers, bakers, candlestick makers, astronauts or professional golfers and I'd still be like.... ur so right.

[degendog]

ayo its macgyver packer guy! ok so yeah cant lie hygienically that was like top 3 worst ideas at least, so instead of doing the sane idea of like just buying something or using a few socks (which WHAT you're supposed to pin that to you're underwear??) i committed to the bit and made a v2! party because its just fun to say "yeah i made my own cock", partly because its just kinda fun to make and i have enough art materials so that its more cost effective the buying something , and why im doing any of this in the first place is because its nice i guess to have it like attached to you..? i guess? and it not just like a sock? although its not 100% realistic (its fucking sliver), its still just pretty cool, so yeah i made a version 2. i made it using like a flimsy metal wire thats made for like crafts (to give it some bend, and so it would just be bricked) , duct tape, and hot glue. (no sock or anything in the center so no risk of mold) i first made 2 balls using hot glue, they weren't super big, i then covered them in duck tape. i made something of a heart-shaped pad using duck tape that i folded onto itself, and glued the 2 balls onto it. then for the dick part, i took the wire, folded it over about 4 or so times to make it thicker, it was about 6 inches in length. i then warped duck tape around the wire in 3 sections, tip, middle, and bottom, with a bit of space between each. in the space between, i cut strips of the tape in half, and warped it around to enforce to wire. i then put hot glue on the tip just so the tape wouldn't fray. i then split a little bit of excess wire in half at the bottom, and then attached it the the balls (would like to state that absolutely 0 wire is even remotely sticking out anywhere once i was finished). I then attached the whole thing the to a second underwear (underwear explanation: ok so i basically cut the underwear to be more like a harness/kinda a strap on when dick is added, to cut back on the layers id be wearing, and not to just wear 2 underwears, one with dick, and one encasseing said dick so that it wouldn't just be flailing around in my pants) finally, im going to be trying to see if wearing a sock just to see if thats more comfortable then using a fuck ton of lotion (the sheer redundancy and 100 degree summer be damned) and then boom! diy dick v2!! i made it in like 30mins, (tbh me writing this took more time then me actually making the dick) and if its incoherent or misspelled sorry its pretty late over here :3

okay so i tried to answer this but tumblr ate the draft augh. trial two i guess.

fucking. WIRE??!!!?!?!! bro.

yeah, you’re supposed to pin the rolled sock in place, unless you’re wearing packing underwear. you put the sock inside where the dick would go, whether that’s a pouch or a closed fly or whatever and you use a safety pin on the outside of your undies, stick it through the front of the sock, and back out the front. the safety pin should not go through the sock all the way. works best if you wear boxer briefs or regular briefs—. i use a quilting sewing pin bc the bent shape makes it easier, but anything with safety pin functionality will work. i know a guy who used a “yaoi lover” circle button pin.

the hot glue balls are lowkey hilarious. i’m imagining what those feel like lmao. “what if—hear me out—the balls got hard too” type shit. that’s hilarious. what the hell.

and while the absence of a fabric core is an improvement, from experience i know that duct tape is not necessarily watertight man. like one little wrinkle at the edge of the tape and all of a sudden you’ve got all kinds of liquid and shrapnel in there. and hair. ew.

also. wire. even if you’ve got the wire ends covered, it’s not guaranteed that they won’t poke through and stab something. idk about you but i wouldn’t risk dick impalement over the like $30-50 a real packer would be. or free, in the case of a rolled sock. seriously, if penis procurement is an issue, whether for financial or other reasons, please just use a sock.

if you’re desperate to diy something here, you probably could sew a harness for a regular packer out of elastic, or modify your existing undies to better accommodate a packer.

please let me know how the sock packing goes. if you need further advice on the matter lmk. i lost the tutorial post i made a while back, but im more than willing to remake it.

you have a bright future as a sculpture artist. i’m picturing a series of various unsafe insane diy packers in a gallery. and/or a series of photos of you wearing these diy packer apparatuses exactly one time. could be cool as commentary on transition being an act of recreating yourself with whatever you can find. or something. idk you can workshop that part.

please, please be safe lmao.

[ohhgingersnaps]

Hrm...what's a fun and different ship to ask about lmfao...oh yes. What do you think about Wizard/Linus? Oh and also I actually saw Maru/Sam once and while that's kinda crack I also love it? What do you think? 😂

Oooh Wizard/Linus is ship I haven't considered before!! I could see it working— I could see this ship falling into Grumpy Old Man Divorcee/Free-Spirited Sunshine territory, which I do enjoy (albeit the Sunshine here is one who's a bit wary of other people, but I love a good slow burn).

Re: Maru/Sam, my feelings are !!!! YES. It's an OTP for me. Sam's very emotionally intelligent, upbeat, and a good listener, and he is endlessly supportive as a spouse. He's had to shoulder a lot of responsibility with Kent gone, and imo he's more mature than he seems (see: the cutscene with Vincent), but he has learned to chill. And Maru is passionate, intelligent, outgoing, and ambitious, but she also needs to undergo the process of differentiating herself from her dad that Sam kind of had to undergo when Kent left, and navigating that is a huge part of her in-game arc (or it was intended to be, even if it comes across as more Demetrius' arc than Maru's imo).

Sam's tendency to question societal expectations of productivity, and his ability to relax, will be good for Maru, actually! Let Maru question the expectations she (and Demetrius) puts on herself a little bit. Get that girl a man who challenges her to ask what she wants, instead of what she thinks she's "supposed" to do and be. ("Did you get everything done on [your research project] today? If you didn't I won't be mad!" <- a post-marriage quote from Sam that Maru would greatly benefit from hearing more)

Also, once he gets the job at the library/museum?? In my mind, he is burning custom-tailored playlists for her and sliding the CDs in alongside the books she puts on reserve. He is constantly asking for her opinions on his songs. They infodump at each other (him about music, her about her latest fun chemistry or mechanical engineering thing) (yes I am sprinkling in some autism/ADHD solidarity here). She is fixing his audio equipment with scraps she finds around the lab like MacGyver and he thinks it's the absolute coolest thing.

Also worth mentioning: Sam isn't set on a traditional career. If Maru's pursuing a full-time STEM career (as she wants and deserves to!), this is actually a benefit, logistically speaking. From personal experience, a STEM career requires constant relocating from college age through your late twenties (undergrad -> PhD -> postdoc), which makes romantic relationships during that stage of life notoriously difficult— not to mention the "two-body problem" dilemma she'll face if she ends up wanting to go into academia. A STEM career is a lot easier to navigate if your partner is open to rearranging their own career to move with you.

Side note: Demetrius would not approve of Sam, at least at first. He's near and dear to my heart, but he tends to have Ideas About How Things Should Go, and I don't think it's easy for him to let go of the idea that his little girl deserves someone who has the same type of talents and intelligence and can "provide for her" in the traditional sense, despite Maru a) being happy and fulfilled because of Sam's differences, b) recognizing that Sam's talents and ambitions, while less traditional and financially stable, are incredibly valuable, and c) being fully capable of being the main breadwinner. There's a whole character arc of "Demetrius learns to let Maru be a grown woman who makes her own decisions, even if he doesn't understand them, and Maru learns to be cool with her dad not approving of her choices" that's begging to be written, here.

Also, secondary to the rest of it, but I can't get over the idea of Sam going through Maru's two-heart event. Demetrius tries to give Sam a shovel talk and our favorite golden retriever boy immediately goes "haha oh yeah Maru's the BEST isn't she? :D" and spends the next ten minutes rambling about what Cool Fun Science Girl Vibes she has. This is fully off-script from the scenarios Demetrius prepped in his head, and he has no idea how to respond.

Thank you for asking!! I apologize that this turned into such an essay, I'm just really invested in them haha :)

[ndostairlyrium]

Multiples of 10 for the wholesome ask meme?

Oh hi!!! Thanks for asking <3 Hope you're doing great <3 also congrats on finishing the first draft of your project!! ** That's a great achievement in such a small amount of time!

I'm... kinda torn between two characters here so I'm going for both. One is Elanor, who I don't showcase often, and the other is Len, who's not going to tell you this is her favorite place on the Citadel.

10 - What is their favorite thing in the world?

Fighting. But even if they approach it differently, the core is the same. It's the moment they can toss everything aside and just exist without having to deliver explanations. It's raw, liberating, almost arousing? In that moment they feel like they're truly themselves, and they really excel at it too! On a less profound note, they both fall for biscuits. Petit fours for Len (she's addicted), whatever has raisins for Ela.

20 - What is their hidden talent? Is that a skill they've been practicing since childhood or just something they happen to know and never had the chance to show? Besides, was it something forced upon them, taught by someone close, or they picked it up themselves?

Elanor may know a thing or two about flower arrangement. It's something her mother forced upon her, but in truth she's a natural. She's kind of the MacGyver of flower compositions. Give her a pinecone and a couple of daisies and she'd be capable of turning them into the Mona Lisa.

Lenore is passionate about languages and exo-anthropology. Only a selected few know that. She's ambitious so whenever she picks up a hobby it has to be functional to her goals. Learning a different language has a person to dig deep on other cultures' habits and it's always an advantage when it comes to diplomacy, especially if you don't stop at the basics. She knows how to look a Hanar in the eye, basically.

30 - What is their love language?

Tough one. They're both quite physical, in a dudebro kind of way. Loud pats in the back, punching arms, and chest bumps to assert dominance. Elanor is slightly more words oriented, she would tell her loved ones how much she cares, even if it would take her a moment to open up. A big moment. Huge. Also she shows it. Like, you can tell she wants only the best for the ones she loves. Lenore shows it more through actions. However, she's neither generous nor kind, you have to make an effort to realize she's doing whatever she's doing in your regards as a form of love, or even basic appreciation. She's a terrible friend, really. Correction: she's a terrible human being.

40 - What is their celebrity crush? How would they react if noticed by said crush?

Oh, for Ela is definitely the Inquisitor! Prior to meeting her she was intrigued, after that she basically became her #1 fan. If she had warmth left in her body, she would blush whenever Ankh adresses her by name.

Lenore is a bit harder because she thinks she's above everything and everyone else. She did have a crush on Warlord Shiagur back in her teenage years tho, as long as many dead historical figures << She's a theater kid gone wrong, really.

[thepinkcrayon]

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them.

🥺arguing about things but in an 'I love you' type of way. Steve and Danny have carguments and Mac and Jack bicker in the field.

🎢my wildest ride is probably take away the part that hurts and let the rest remain. It's not even that wild but it is a ride. One of my only planned multichaps

👀 MacDalton rendition room play like I did for McDanno sneakypeek:

“You should go ahead and get it all off your chest now, pretty boy.”

“What?”

A heavy sigh followed a heavy hand landing on Mac’s tense shoulder. “Tell me the name of your contact. ‘S all I need from ya. One name and you get to leave.”

“What kind of bullshit, discount CIA interrogation tactic is that?”

Mac wasn’t expecting the slap that handed solidly on his left cheek at all. It stung immediately, blue eyes watering under the blindfold. 

“Alright, then,” his captor said easily, suddenly much closer to Mac’s face. “Didn’t wanna hurt your pretty little face, sugar.” He sounded almost apologetic. 

Mac scowled. “Don’t worry about my face, asshole. Worry about what I’m going to do when I get free, what my team will do to you.”

“Then I have nothing to worry about; you ain’t gettin’ free until I want you to get free. Your team? Ain’t worried about them at all, honey. You’re stuck with me, Angus.” His name wasn’t said maliciously, just knowingly. Letting Mac know that he knew details about him.

and for those McDanno fans, some high school AU:

Danny stood up, reaching down to help Steve up. Steve kept hold of Danny’s hand after he was standing, following the shorter man’s lead towards a storage shed across the yard. Danny picked the lock easily (with a bobby pin that was in his pocket) and found an old moving blanket. He shook it out and spread it on the ground, grinning at his boyfriend. “Nice, huh? Quiet, private… Kinda romantic.”

“Why do you have a bobby pin in your pocket?”

“That’s what you’re focused on?” Steve sat down and grabbed Danny’s hand to tug him to sit next to him. He pulled Danny’s short legs over his lap.

“Yeah. Why do you have a bobby pin in your pocket?”

“Gracie… my sister… remember her? Four foot tall, hair down to her butt that Danno has to braid daily?”

“Yeah, Danno, I’m well aware of Gracie. Why do you still have it?”

“Are you getting at something?”

“You’ve been hanging out with MacGyver too much,” he teased.

“You think he taught me that?”

“No, but I think he gave you the idea of carrying a bobby pin, you delinquent.” Steve grinned, fingers massaging Danny’s frequently-pained knee.

“Your boyfriend finds a perfect little hideaway for some private time and you insult him?”

“I don’t think you what was ‘perfect’ means, sweetheart. I do like having you to myself, though.”

Danny grabbed Steve’s face and planted a heavy, smacking kiss on Steve’s lips. “You. I love you. You’re a big pain in the ass, but I love you. Now hush. I’m smokin’ my joint.”

🧠 You didn't pick a character, so I'll pick... Danny

Danny Williams: Danny grew up in a big family, so he wants a big family. His ideal number is 3.

[alittlehurtwithyourcomfort]

Alright, here are my answers! I skipped some questions because they were either irrelevant to me or I just didn't have a good answer.

Q: What got you into whump?

A: I've always been into whump, but what got me into the community was 80's MacGyver and the Flash (2014).

Q: What is your favourite type of whump?

A: Probably physical whump (GSW/stab wound) with a good amount of comfort and found family vibes!

Q: Least favourite type of whump?

A: Emeto, graphic torture, most psychological whump tbh

Q: What do you wish you saw more in this community?

A: Definitely found family, but also whump less focused on like typical assigned roles (i've never liked the terms "whumpee/whumper" or "caretaker"). I couldn't care less about the person doing the hurt most of the time, I'll be honest, I'm not very interested in villain whump or villains relationships with protagonists when reading or watching.

Q: Whumper turned Whumpee or Whumpee turned Whumper?

A: Neither!

Q: Do you listen to anything while writing/drawing whump? If it’s music, what genre do you typically listen to?

A: I have a playlist for writing hurt/comfort, but honestly depends on my mood. I've written really sad scenes while listening to Lady Gaga before.

Q: Emotional or physical whump?

A: Physical, but I do think emotional is very underrated.

Q: Opinion on whump without a whumper? Ex: Whumpee falling into an ice-cold river and getting hypothermia.

A: I like it, but depends on if there's second-hand embarrassment. I prefer whump with little to no focus on the person doing the harm.

Q: Opinion on illness whump?

A: Not a fan, but some media/fics do it really well! Just depends on what type of illness and how it's handled.

Q: Have you ever experienced anything you put your whumpees through?

A: Yeah! I've written some fics based on my experiences with dissociation, sensory overload, suicidal ideation, etc. Also once wrote a fic about a character recovering from top surgery, don't believe I ever posted it though.

Q: What made you create this blog? Do you have any regrets/things you wish you did differently?

A: I created this blog to make whump lists and interact with the community, and honestly it's been a great time! No regrets.

Q: Do you prefer visual whump or written whump? Any reason why?

A: Depends on the trope!

Q: Opinion on all hurt no comfort?

A: I'll read it/write it but it's definitely not my favorite, I find it kind of disappointing tbh? If there's no comfort, it falls really flat for me because I mainly read/watch whump for the character interactions in the aftermath.

Q: Opinion on little hurt all comfort?

A: Love it! I am a soft whump blog, after all!

Q: Platonic or romantic whump?

A: Definitely platonic. When whump scenes (not necessarily the comfort/aftermath) are made to be some big romantic thing it just kinda weirds me out. For example, the whole Gwen/Peter scene in TASM could've been good, but they made it, idk, too romance-focused? Like I get it, but also he needs a hospital, not to be made-out with.

Q: Most controversial whump opinion?

A: Again, probably my dislike of the focus on relationships between the person doing the harm and the one getting hurt. I really don't find it appealing, but maybe it's cuz I like comfort and found family more and that's the main appeal of whump for me?

WHUMPER-DUMPS ASK GAME

What got you into whump?

What is your favourite type of whump?

Least favourite type of whump?

What do you wish you saw more in this community?

Whumper turned Whumpee or Whumpee turned Whumper?

Do you listen to anything while writing/drawing whump? If it’s music, what genre do you typically listen to?

Emotional or physical whump?

Opinion on whump without a whumper? Ex: Whumpee falling into an ice-cold river and getting hypothermia.

Opinion on illness whump?

Have you ever experienced anything you put your whumpees through?

Favourite whump blogs?

Favourite type of whumper?

Favourite type of whumpee?

Favourite type of caretaker?

How many whump related ocs do you have? How many have you posted?

What made you create this blog? Do you have any regrets/things you wish you did differently?

Freebie! Ask me anything.

Do you prefer visual whump or written whump? Any reason why?

Opinion on all hurt no comfort?

Opinion on little hurt all comfort?

Platonic or romantic whump?

Most controversial whump opinion?

[bisexualstokes-archive]

i think that nick/greg ficlet was the first fluffy fan fic i’ve written in a decade

[thisgameissonintendo]

here’s my problem with saving macgyver..

- personal opinion so watch out - 

i don’t know if you’ve noticed but i’ve been quite quiet and not as enthusiastic as others to #SaveMacGyver. and that’s not all ‘cause of my finals (no, not school, vocational college).

truth is, i loved that show. i really did. i created multiple edits, spent hours on looking for updates and posting them on social media and i also welcomed + introduced some people to the show. 

but then season 4 + 5 happened and you could tell that i was losing interest. no more weekly episode videos (especially during season 5, i did 2 or something), i dropped out of being an update account and i found better things to concentrate on (hello josh, it’s your fault, thank you very much). and why?

season 4 was okay, 5 was absolute shit. super boring, i spent most of the time on my phone instead of looking to the tv. all they did was nothing but talk during the entire episode. maybe 2-5 minutes of action (minus the murdoc episode, david is a genius). i thought macgyver was an action tv show, was it? guess that’s just how it’s spelled on paper. that just doesn’t work. and what’s worse is that it can work to have episodes where most of the time is spent investigating a case or whatever. i see it on magnum p.i.. they also have some (!) episodes where they do that but it works. it’s not boring. there’s not a single second where i can watch away. why doesn’t it work on macgyver?

and don’t get me started on the romantic bullshit. that destroyed the entire show. why’s that in focus? if you wanna watch soap operas go look for them but don’t look for an action tv show. that’s not the concept. people watch those shows because they wanna see something interesting, maybe get an adrenaline rush and feel excited. it can work both ways but don’t fcking put a romantic storyline to the center of attention. i guess that’s also a reason why many people left. i mean they didn’t even have 5 million viewers on the possible last episode ever. kinda low. you’d expect more to tune in for one last (?) time. and i’ve heard that some people had low expectations for that episode as well, they knew it wasn’t going to be it. and no, not just the fault of the entire cancelation, the story could’ve been played out so well but it was b o r i n g. talk - look for places to get information from - talk - complications with one character (hello stereotypes) - talk, talk, talk... those are the main reasons that destroyed the show for me. and it’s not like i’ve done and aren’t doing nothing. i made some videos to inform people on what #SaveMacGyver is, what kind of projects are going on and some to encourage people to come together and save it. and i use the hashtag but i won’t do more. and i will certainly not spam CBS’ stories when there’s something about magnum p.i., so don’t ask me about that again or complain why i didn’t participate there. i find it kinda rude actually. other shows are not at fault and it’s not right to get them into this mess.  it’s sad how it has come to an end. it really is. before, i had never watched a show that caught me the way macgyver did. i have one now. sadly, it took me 2 years to realize because i was too excited for new macgyver episodes to see the full beauty behind that show. i’m glad i found it now.

[appalachianapologies]

✨all of this✨

I think the idea of Mac exhausting himself as a caregiver really gets me. Jack's cared for him so much, and poor Mac has this twisted idea that he not only needs to do the same, but do better. Between abandonment issues and just generally low self esteem, Mac probably believes that he needs to spend all of his time caring for Jack (or other ppl on the team), regardless of his own health. Skipping meals, taking short naps but not actually sleeping, barely going outside.

I feel like Mac would just tear himself to pieces, without even realizing what he's doing to himself

good timezone pluto i hope that you're doing well! also i hope that you had a good christmas bc you mentioned earlier that it was the first time in years that you got a couple days off on and around the 25th :D

anyhow i am here for an inquiry that you can feel free not to answer, but your latest fic made me have t h o u g h t s about:

if jack got really really hurt on a mission (or otherwise), do you think mac would just worry himself sick to the point where it's like. not good?

hellooooo friend! I had a very nice christmas! It's the first time in probably 15 years that I had both the eve and the day off, plus the day after. I knew what I was getting into with my career choice and there was only ever mild pouting about missing a holiday but wow, it was very nice. I hope you had a nice christmas as well and get the chance to relax and rejuvenate before heading back to school!

Okay, I love the idea of Mac being very Not Good if Jack is seriously hurt or injured and there are so many ways to go with it!

I've seen Mac in quarantine and Jack demanding to be allowed in, threatening to go in without any protective equipment if they won't give it to him, but I'm not sure I've seen the reverse. (If I'm missing someone's fic please forgive me, I'm sadly not nearly as up to date as I'd like to be.)

I could definitely see Mac going, "fine" and just like cobbling together his own PAPR. Or out arguing the medical professionals. Or something like

"you said Jack has 72 hours. That's also the incubation period. So either you have the cure by the time I start showing symptoms or it won't matter anymore."

I've also seen fics where Jack like carries Mac for miles to safety and collapsing once they make it. I'd love to see the reverse, Mac's stubborn determination, dragging Jack every step of the way, completely ignoring the way his vision spots and head spins, and then once he knows Jack is going to be okay (or at least is getting the help he needs) finding a place to rest because he's fine. He's only feeling like this because he carried Jack 20 miles. he's just going to sit down for a second, and finds a place to curl up like a wounded animal.

Or like, imagine Jack is trapped under a beam or a car or something and Mac just Hulk-lifts the debris on pure adrenaline and fear. (and he ended up tearing a muscle and has a huge hematoma)

Or, I'm wild about the idea of a Mac who after watching Jack being tortured goes feral, takes on all their captor's singlehandedly and rescues him. (Maybe Mac has a head injury and now won't let anyone- including the phoenix tac team- get close. Does Jack wake or is Bozer able to get through to him? Or does Tac have to tranq him? And who gets to tell Jack about that?)

Even Mac as a caregiver who ignores the fact that he's getting sick and pushes himself way past his limits and passes out.

Alright fren, I need to hear your thoughts! I need to hear all the thoughts! Anyone with a thought I want to hear about them! There are so many ways to play this and I want to talk about all of them

[willadisastercry]

The part where they try not to freak out: ‘When the Dust Clears’ pt. 2

tw: minor mentions on gore. this is very tame and not graphic at all, mostly just Lance hurt/comfort and Pidge being a smart ass.

The onset of another quake spurs the three trapped paladins into action. Well...? Really only Pidge. But without much from the barren ruins to go off of, she’s finding it difficult to macgyver her way out of this one. The water level is rising and the longer Lance goes without medical care, the more anxious Shiro is getting. Everyone’s resolves are dwindling with the threat of another quake that can occur at any moment hanging over their heads. How the hell are they going to get out of this alive? Good question.

This update was kinda short but stay tuned for the wrap up of this fic. It gets very harrowing and I’m not nearly done hurting Lance ;)))

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

Shiro took his arm off Lance once the only thing still shaking was him.

The quake came on so fast that there wasn’t time to do much in the way of preparation, not that there was much to do anyway. But Lance was the only one missing a helmet so Shiro settled for gruffly pulling his injured teammate down next to him, shoving his head in the crook of his arm, and covering the top of it with his very human hand in an effort to protect him from any falling debris.

But the rumbling stopped before it moved anything significant. And when he finally shifted to inspect the damage, the pebble sized bits that he’d saved them from fell off easily.

Lance let out a few timid coughs against the dust that was stirred up, not having the energy to roll onto his back and shield his nose from the irritating particulates with how horribly his head was hurting. But the act of coughing and what it angered hurt his scrambled brain worse than the actual head injury.

“I don’t know if that’s the last of it, but I think it’s dying down now,” Pidge noted as she began pulling herself up from where she’d scrambled for cover.

“How do we know if that’s the last of the big quakes and these are just aftershocks?” Shiro asked, his face pinched with worry he wasn’t even bothering to hid anymore.

“We don’t. But I think we have bigger issues for the time being....” her gaze was glued on the bit of water dribbling from underneath a stone in front of her.

“Mmmmh—ugh,” Lance groaned. Words were hard to summon. His mouth was so dry he thought he might asphyxiate on his own ragged breathing if he didn’t clear his throat several times before trying again.

“D’it stop for you guys?” he inquired sluggishly, his voice hoarse and trembling.

“Yes...” Shiro noted slowly, his mind working over too many things at once to compute what that statement might have meant for a moment.

“Did it not for you?”

“Nope,” Lance strained through a shudder, his body shaking like he was cold despite the regulation of his paladin armor. His heavily battered paladin armor.

“Everything’s spinning now actually... the tilt-a-whirl kind...”

Lance’s eyes hadn’t stayed open long even after the dust had cleared. His hands weren’t working right to brush the gunk out and he’d be dizzy either way so he didn’t fuss about it.

“Do you want to try sitting up, maybe that’ll help?”

But they had gotten so heavy. And now that Shiro was looking at him he noticed he could hardly even blink without effort.

“Nah, s’okay... gonna sleep for a bit—“

A rough hand on his shoulder had Lance jerking abruptly, fear twisting his stomach in knots similar to the one throbbing on the side of his head at the thought that another quake had started before Shiro cut through his panic with a serious ‘hey’.

His leader voice was back.

“I was phrasing it as a question out of sympathy. You’re still not allowed to sleep and it’s not a choice, it’s an order.”

“Such a... buzz kill sometimes... know that, right?”

“Yep, wouldn’t have it any other way if it meant you actually listen to me when I give suggestions.”

“This is not... a suggestion... s’bullying...”

“Come on,” Shiro huffed in exasperation as he worked his arm out from under Lance who grumbled at the loss when that meant his aching head was now completely horizontal.

He wasn’t even sure he was still on solid ground with how aggressively dizzy he became after that, the rock floor beneath him shifting like it was melting and he was falling. Except he was well aware that he wasn’t.

“Up you go... thanks Pidge.”

The vertigo only worsened when a strong hand was pushing at his back while another tinier one tugged at his limp arm, their combined effort guiding his pliant body into a sitting position.

“I can handle Lance while you survey the area for anything that might be useful, the water’s rising fast so we don’t have a lot of time.”

Shiro’s hand remained firm on his shoulder when it was apparent he still didn’t have the ability to keep himself even semi upright without assistance.

“Useful how?”

“I don’t know, maybe something that you can shove under the rock to prop it up and use as a lever... something strong...”

There’s a groan of rubble crashing in the distance, displaced from the pressure of the tons of water pouring on top of it.

“Why don’t you get going, yeah?”

Shiro suggested when he saw how Pidge blanched and Lance winced at the sound, the minute vibrations that reached them jarring his brain once more.

“We’ll be right here when you get back,” he reminded with a tight smile.

“You’re seriously not nearly as hilarious as you perceive yourself to be.”

“I know.”

The landscape wasn’t littered with much in the way of useful materials. Mostly giant slabs of uneven stone from the pavilion that made traversing the debris field really annoying with only one hand for balance, especially when additionally trudging through rising water that made everything slippery.

“This is pointless,” she grumbled.

There was nothing useful. Aside from bits of rock that she could maybe jam on either side of Shiro’s arm to alleviate enough pressure for him to slide out once the water rose enough, but there wasn’t any point in lugging those back with her when there was plenty where the boys were.

A particularly slick stone had her heart rate elevating when she narrowly avoided taking a header. It only served to enervate her further.

“Pointless and treacherous...”

But as Pidge made her way closer towards the ruins from the building that got swallowed down with them, the crushed squabble of rubble started to pique her interest. There were actual items squished under large swathes of sediment instead of just more sediment.

The blue light of her suit glinted off of any bits of metal she passed by, though for a while it was mostly rebarb rods and plumbing pipes sticking up between rocks. But the more she spotted the more they got Pidge’s mind working.

It would need to be something smaller. Something that was already bent and not sharp. Something she could free with a few tugs.

She scanned the rubble with a renewed passion once she knew what she was looking for, the water lapping against her ankles as she made her way around the destroyed landscape an unpleasant reminder of what was at stake if she didn’t hurry.

The same couldn’t be said for Shiro and Lance who were sitting on a ticking time bomb. Well? More like in.

“Hey Sh’ro...” Lance whispered, his voice timid.

The wait for Pidge grew bleaker as the time droned on. Not that Lance could even really gauge how much had passed or focus on their impending deaths for long. The several inches of water beneath them was a good marker though.

“Yeah, bud? What’s up?”

They hadn’t done much talking. Lance had made it clear that even Shiro’s hushed voice made his head spin and so he only spoke when checking in every now and then.

“I didn’t...”

He watched carefully as Lance looked down at the water in his lap and shuddered. His breath catches in his throat before he can get his question out and Shiro’s blood goes cold despite the temperature regulators in his suit being in perfect order.

“What’s that?”

He takes as deep a breath as he can manage and averts his gaze.

“Know m���out of it... but I didn’t, right?”

Shiro begins to run through every field medicine fact he knows regarding brain injuries before he follows Lance’s eyes back down to the water lapping against his crossed legs and the several splinters in the lower half of his armor.

He stowed that away for later. That the dents ripped into Lance’s suit meant it was comprised. It meant that so was Pidge’s and so was his and their helmets wouldn’t do them any good because water was bound to get in anyway.

Just like water was getting into Lance’s now...

“Oh, shit you mean—no Lance, no you didn’t. That wasn’t you, it’s just some water from the pipes that broke.”

The sigh he let’s out is a jagged one but he seems to visibly relax at the confirmation.

“Kay... s’good. Was worried for a sec...”

Shiro has to close his eyes and breathe deeply for a second to keep from laughing. Or crying. He’s not sure which but either one would have been hysterical and he was certain that he didn’t want to indulge in that.

The literal only thing he could do was keep Lance calm and he was not about to comprise it by losing his.

Lance hums idly and it eases Shiro’s frayed nerves. He has to be righted briefly when he relaxes his arms and it sends him lurching to the side, but once he remembers himself and locks his elbows again Shiro offers him a terse smile of encouragement.

“Don’t have’t do that, y’know...” Lance grumbles in response.

“Do what? Keep you awake or keep you from splitting your chin open? Because you already know what my answer to both of those questions will be.”

Lance steels himself to turn his head and face Shiro. His eyes are bleary and unfocused when he does. It takes an extra minute for him to process what he’d just heard and another to put together his response.

Shiro’s frown somehow deepens at the realization that he’s getting worse and wonders if he’s already forgotten what they were talking about, maybe even the question he wanted to ask.

“I’m happy to remind you though,” Shiro decides on following up with, his tone gentle as he forces his wrinkled forehead to soften.

Lance hums again but this time it’s contemplative and his brows knit together in concentration.

“Pretend you’re not scared,” he drawls slowly, taking his time enunciating each word but still sounding slightly drunk anyway.

Shiro catches himself before he smiles, before he lies to Lance again.

Lance who is concussed and losing blood from several gashes on his face and head that are more likely to scar to longer he goes without a pod, but coherent enough to know that Shiro is bullshitting him and subtlety tell him to screw off.

“Alright,” he says instead. And this time Shiro allows himself to laugh.

The half of Lance’s face covered in cuts is undoubtedly numb and swelling from the bruises sure to be forming beneath all the blood, but he tries to smile anyway.

Shiro mucks his hair with a light hand far away from any patches of red and they fall into a comfortable silence as they listen for Pidge. It’s what feels like a mini eternity and another three inches closer to drowning before they finally hear her approaching.

“Pigeooooon,” Lance calls out.

“Present,” she mumbles exasperatedly.

Her hair is matted to her forehead with sweat and there’s a skinny pipe tucked under her trembling arm. Shiro would’ve told her to rest for a minute if she wasn’t already clutching a jut of upturned stone for dear life.

“What is that for? You’d need something a bit wider for a wedge...”

“Maybe I wasn’t shooting for a wedge.”

“Pidge this is serious.”

“I’m well aware, you don’t have to remind me—he’s going down.”

“Shit Lance,” Shiro gruffs as he yanks him up from where he was seconds away from falling face first into water.

“Sorry. M’awake.”

“Sure you are,” Pidge agrees sardonically as she kneels beside him and grabs his chin to look him over. His pupils are still dilated and his wounds are still dribbling spurts of bright red but the flow isn’t as heavy as before. At least blood loss won’t get him first.

“Hey, Pidge...”

“Hi, lover boy.”

The nickname elicits what can only be guessed was a sorry attempt at an eye roll but he gets distracted in demonstrating his contempt by what Pidge is presenting Shiro with.

“Mmh was’the tube for?”

“Ever seen the wonky mask that scuba divers use? Well, Shiro’s going to take an unprecedented dive today and this is the best substitute I could find.”

“Hold up—“

“Nope, you don’t get a say, I nearly busted my ass pulling this lose. Tube goes in your mouth. Pinch your nose so you don’t accidentally waterlog your lungs. And pray that the others find us before you have to do any of that.”

Shiro is silent for a long moment but Pidge doesn’t care. She’s too busy catching her breath and willing the fire in her arm to ease to give her stubborn superior any room for protest.

“I should’ve sent Lance.”