#log off and find some friend or a purpose or something. God speed!!!
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A day after Daniel fucks over Yuki, you post a photo of yourself wearing enchante,, you're not slick
Skinny white girl like Ricciardo? Ground breaking lol
it's so tragic how you're just gonna have to die mad about it đ
#it did give me the giggles though bc HOW DARE I WEAR MY OWN CLOTHES!!! SHOCK AND HORROR!!!!#sometimes tumblr gives me askfm scandal of catholic boarding school fame đ like there was this girl that used to live INSIDE my ass#she'd offer me gum and food and ask to plait my hair then we had a massive askfm bullying scandal where the school banned askfm#long story short she was saying the most HORRIFIC things about me bc psycho ig#anyway i have no doubt that you're ugly and a loser and your life is going nowhere fast and also if this was irl youd be meek as fuck#and never look me in the eye#log off and find some friend or a purpose or something. God speed!!!
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Supergirl and Andrea are trapped by Leviathan and thrown into a cell together. Theyâre doing something to suppress Acrataâs powers and Supergirl blew out hers while fighting Leviathan. So theyâre not going anywhere anytime soon. What could they possibly find to talk about as a way to pass the time?
The cell was clean, for that she could be grateful, but it was still a depressing grey color and dimly lit. There was nothing in it, not even a chair or a cot. From what Kara could tell, the walls were made of various alien metal alloys. The door must be 10 inches thick, not that it mattered. Sheâd solar flared after facing Rhama Khan and his minion knocked her unconscious. When she woke, she was still powerless and lying in this cell with none other than her boss and Lenaâs friend, Andrea Rojas. The first hour passed in silence, probably mostly due to fear on Andreaâs part. But as the wait continued, boredom set in, and for Andrea, boredom seemed to be easier to focus on than fear.
âSince weâre stuck in here, we might as well find a way to pass the time before our untimely deaths,â she said, brushing some unseen dirt from her skirt.
They were sitting directly opposite each other on the floor, their backs to the uncomfortably cool metal wall.
âWeâre not going to die,â Kara reassured in her most confident and level Supergirl voice. âI have friends that will help us. I promise, I will get you out of here safely.â
âDo you make a lot of promises you canât keep?â
âWhat?â
âJust trying to figure something out...â she trailed off, tilting her head at her with just a little too much scrutiny. Kara shifted uncomfortably and turned away, looking down. âOkay, I have to ask...what on Earth did you do to Lena Luthor?â
Kara snapped back up. âExcuse me?â Her voice had gone up a few octaves.
She shrugged, tilting her head back against the wall. âI have never seen her show such concentrated rage before and weâve known each other since we were teenagers.â
âWhat are you talking about?â
âLena logged a lot of hours using Obsidian lenses,â she explained. âAs in hundreds. Naturally, I was curious what sheâd be using them for at such length. Knowing her, I guessed something to do with her experiments, running trials using VR would certainly speed up the process and take out years of work from the beginning stages. Wow, was I wrong. Every single simulation she ran was for sole purpose of hurting you.â
Kara frowned, swallowing hard.
âI mean, Lenaâs incredibly creative, I always knew that, but the number of ways in which she assaulted you with such spectacular violence just blew my mind. Itâs the kind of thing Iâve only seen from exes on our platform. Ex-husbands get the most horrific ones and almost always deservedly so. I have to know, Supergirl...what could you have possibly done to this Luthor, infamous for her use of icy revenge, to turn her into such a fiery ball of rage?â
âI donât know what youâre talking about,â Kara replied dully and got to her feet, arms crossed tightly.
âIâm talking about Lena spending hours upon hours violently beating the crap out of you in a myriad of different ways.â
Kara started pacing. Her jaw clenched.
âThere was one where you flew her to some beautiful cliffside to show her the sunset and she kicked you in the chest so hard that you bounced off the mountain the whole way down, leaving a Supergirl shaped crater at the bottom. Another where you saved a family from a house fire, but as soon as they walked away, Lena doused you in gasoline and used a wrecking ball to knock you back into the burning building. The flames were wildly cool. But thatâs how good our technology is, of course. Looks and feels like the real thing.â
âEnough!â She stopped and turned on her with a glare, nostrils flaring, made more obvious by how hard she was breathing.
But Andrea was unfazed. âOh come on! My favorite, and seemingly a favorite of Lenaâs as well with how often she ran it, is when you stop a school bus from hitting an adorable group of children. Lena drops some absolutely scathing remarks from what I can tell by your kicked puppy expression, and then she punches you in the face so hard that the force of it sends you flying backwards into the school bus, blowing it up!â She laughed. âGod, that was fantastic. I was so disappointed we didnât manage to recover the audio for any of them. Naturally, Lena customized everything and, despite her efforts to try to keep the footage private, she didnât know about a little backdoor that we specifically coded into the software for emergency reasons so...lucky me, itâs all on our servers.â
âShe...she did that?â Kara asked weakly, deflating. âFor hours?â
Andrea nodded with another laugh. âOh, itâs crazy. Iâd be happy to show you them if we do get out of here alive.â
âNo, thank you.â
âSuit yourself. But it was interesting to see how someone could get under Lenaâs skin like this. Even at her most vulnerable with me, she never turned into...that. Lena shuts down, walls herself off, no emotions, no hurt, that sort of thing. With you...dear God! How did you manage to devastate her like that and yet she canât even bring herself to hurt you in a virtual reality simulation?â
Karaâs face contorted in bewilderment. âWhat are you talking about? You just described a bunch of horrible ways that she...fake-killed me.â
âWell, it would have killed any human, of course. But youâre Supergirl. Youâd shrug off any of those things. Everyone knows thereâs only one thing on Earth that can kill a Super. Lena built each and every one of those simulations herself. She could have easily given herself a gun with Kryptonite bullets, empty the chamber into you, and watch you writhe in agony before you eventually died a horrible death. Or she could have used a sword with a Kryptonite blade and carved you up into tiny bloody pieces. Orââ
âI get it!â Kara cried, holding her hand out. âI get the point! Just stop.â She looked sick to her stomach as she leaned against the wall, head hung low.
Andrea raised an eyebrow. âI donât think you do. Look, any first year psych major could see through it. Lena had every imaginable way available to make you suffer a long, torturous death a thousand times over in the simulations, but she never did. I donât know why she bothered with VR when she could have achieved the same thing by putting a picture of your face on a punching bag. In the simulations, youâre always Supergirl. Youâre always invulnerable. No matter how terrifically violent it was, no matter how much she seemed to want to hurt you, she couldnât even manage it in a fantasy world. So tell me...who are you to her, Supergirl? Youâre not exactly what Iâd call her type, but sheâs never been altogether predictable...â
âYouâve got it all wrong. Thatâs-thatâs notââ
âOh Iâm right about this and you know it. You did something absolutely devastating to her, likely betrayed her somehow, and shattered her heart. Was it an affair? Ooooh, was it Kara Danvers? That would be deliciously terrible. Lena is clearly infatuated with that woman. Frankly, I donât even know why sheâd bother with you when sheâs pining for Kara.â
âYou need to stop. Lena is supposed to be your friend, show her some respect.â
âAm I hurting your feelings, Girl of Steel? You donât sound very surprised by the mention of the best friend. If you didnât have an affair with Kara then what did you do to send poor little Lena off into the deep end?â
She glanced at her before turning away. The silence stretched on so long that Andrea was about to give up on it altogether.
âI did betray her,â Kara admitted, barely above a whisper. âI regret it so much.â
Andrea hummed and nodded. âBeen there.â
âSheâs never going to forgive me, is she?â
âI donât know what you did, but in my experience, likely not.â
Kara slid to the floor again. A picture of defeat.
âShe was in love with you,â Andrea said, gazing at her curiously. âDid you at least know that much?â
âIt wasnât likeââ
She scoffed, cutting Kara off. âEither youâre lying to me or youâre lying to us both.â
She blew out a breath and rubbed her forehead. âWhat makes you so sure?â
âBecause I fell in love with her when we were 15. I know all the signs. We had quite a few stops and starts, but it never really fell into place. She loved me, but it wasnât anything close to what I felt for her. I was always gutted by that, but even then, I still ended up being the one who broke her heart. Poor Lena. She just canât win, can she? Everyone who loves her is doomed to betray her somehow. She probably thinks sheâs cursed. The one person in the world who should never have to feel pain...and itâs all she gets.â
âYou sound like you still love her.â
âI do. Always will. But take it from me, Supergirl, thereâs no way back. Not with Lena.â
âI just...I canât let myself believe that. There has to be a way.â
âThen youâll die trying and she wonât thank you for it.â
Kara eyed her for a long moment.
âWhat did you do to betray her?â
Andrea gave her a rueful smirk.
âIâll tell you mine if you tell me yours.â
Kara was silent.
âThought so.â She got to her feet and stretched. âThink your friends are going to break us out anytime soon or do I have time for a nap? Donât want to die or be rescued with bags under my eyes.â
#supergirl#supercorp#supercorp fanfic#kara danvers#andrea rojas#lena luthor#this doesnt count as rojascorp#or maybe it does?#i dont know#dont mind me
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Perseus Gambit - A Lancer TTRPG
A story I wrote for a game I play... It won't make much sense if you don't play, but I am actually proud of this piece, so. (And it's too big to put in our discord, so. >.>)
When you realize how serious things are, you arenât prepared. As soon as Doc gives you permission, you zip into the medical wing to snag a slate, indicating youâll be keeping it with you for a couple of days then head to your favorite reading spot in Hydroponics. Itâs there the gravity of the situation hits you, and you slump back in your seat, shocked with a feeling of helplessness washing over you.
And then you realize, youâre a geneticist. This is your wheelhouse, you *know* how to repair something like this on a cellular level. And then youâre cancelling your counseling session for that afternoon, promising to circle back with her to reschedule as you head back to the labs.
You manage to avoid her for about a month before Dr. Marchand shows up in front of you. Coincidently, youâre coming out of Noahâs quarters and itâs first thing in the morning, so you have a feeling youâve been ratted out. You give Sparky a healthy dose of side eye, but you canât help but spare a bit for Noah as well.
They both look way too innocent for your liking.
*_*_*
You have no fucking idea how to fix this. Not a single one.
Every sim you run comes back not only with bad results, but with *fatal* results. There are over 150,000 genes in a single human, and only 5% of them on average are coded. The Kennedyâs seem to have an additional 3%, all of those enhancing their strength, speed, sight, hearing, smellâŚ
They were also disease resistant, so whatever was affecting Elias was almost absolutely genetic. But Doc had that much figured out.
The jarring ***âBONGâ*** of another failed sim is followed in rapid succession by three more, and you sigh and close your eyes for a moment. Then, you get back to work, filing away the results and setting up new sims.
There was still time. Not a lot, but you intended to make the most of it. You âstealâ a few other unused computers and begin running sims on those, corralling a few sub alts to move them into whatâs been coined as âLeeâs Areaâ. Someone even made a little paper sign and it made you chuckle.
You sat back and logged into a ninth research station, beginning to look up any new research methods or new genetic information that might have come available since you left Union Space.
It doesnât surprise you that what you and Doc have been doing is light years beyond anything you find in published works.
*_*_*
The clock in your head is making âtick-tockâ noises at random times, and you know itâs an auditory hallucination, but god fucking damnit it needs to quit. You make sure to keep this away from both Drs. Marchand and Lakani, and for the most part, you succeed.
But now, signs of degradation are showing up in Noah. ***Your*** Noah.
You begin snagging more computers as they sit idle. One sub-alt has been stationed near your area for a couple of weeks now since you always seem to request him. Yes, him. Youâve named him Bruce, after Bruce Banner. Itâs a nerd joke and it makes you smile, but nobody else seems to understand.
Thatâs okay though.
Doc tried banning you from the labs until you got some decent rest and food. And you tried, you really did, but.
In less than two hours, you were moving through the ducts, army crawling at times. You pulled a screwdriver out of your back pocket and undid the screws holding a grate in place, and moving it aside you dropped gracefully into the middle of your area.
Right in front of Doc.
Nodding at him in greeting, you pulled a sandwich and a bottle of Galaxy Dew from your backpack and set it at your research desk, then sat your butt down and resumed working. You left your slate on itâs home screen purposefully since your background was a picture of Noah holding Sparky (that youâd taken with permission).
Doc didnât miss the gesture and instead of ordering you back out, he had Raum lift the restrictions on you and gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze.
You hear the doors whoosh open and in trots Sparky, a bag of granola and a bag of trailmix held in his mouth. He puts his paws on your knee and looks hopeful that his offering will be accepted. You canât help but smile and pet him gently. âThanks for the snacks buddy. I forgot to get dessert.â
Sparky looks quite happy as you add the baggies next to your sandwich.
You do actually eat everything.
*_*_*
Eventually though, one night, while youâre alone in the labs, the last ***âBONGâ*** still fresh in your mind, you look up at the ceiling and ask Raum for help. You just need a direction, to know *where* to look. This random shooting in the dark bull shit is getting everyone nowhere and fast.
In your experience, âmad scientistâ types have a signature, a way they do things or a way they code things. Youâve been able to figure out which high profile geneticist has written a certain piece in journals, not by their wording but by their projects, and you canât think of anyone more infamous than Cyrus Jacobi.
Or, as the medical world knew him - Josef Mengele.
If anyone from HA had even mentioned him, and that person had anything to do with their cloning programs, itâd at least, at the ***very least*** point you in a direction, because mad scientist types had a signature, and they liked paying homage to their heroes.
And then one day, Tane asks you âIf you could have anythingâŚâ
And you tell him. You give him a laundry list of things that could assist you, and you realize if this information ever got into your hands, youâd be very very close to being arrested and tossed in the brig for *life*.
You think *Three squares a day, an actual bed to sleep on...If I handled Milaniko for ten years, I can handle that for life.*
And you wait.
***âBONG, BONG, BONGâ***
The sound begins to haunt your dreams.
*_*_*
Noah is the only one who can coax you out, and he does so every day to have dinner with you and make sure you get some rest after.
The guilt gnaws at you when you slip out of bed well before your alarm goes off, and head toward the labs. But time is running out, and that fucking clock is getting louder and louder. It doesnât matter that people are staring at you, and the fact that your clothes are pretty damn loose doesnât matter either.
Your nutritional profile has been met each and every day thanks to protein shakes and bars, and Sparky is...suspicious. Heâs not advanced enough to know youâre effectively working the system, but he knows *something* is not right. In his view, you should not be losing weight.
Well. You are. But it can be remedied once you figure this shit out.
Doc has been forcing you to take breaks, just for an hour. When your schedules align (and they do at least once a day and you know Doc is doing that on purpose and you love him for it), you spend the time with Noah in his office, grabbing a snack or dozing in one of the extra chairs.
The times you donât line up with Noah, you head to the mech bay and straight to Beauty, always bringing an offering of donuts or some type of potato dish. Opal is kind enough to not turn you away, Beautyâs hand lowering to lift you up to the cockpit. Youâre always sure to thank Beauty, then you sit next to Opal, your offering balancing on both your knee and hers.
She doesnât question you, doesnât make you talk, doesnât comment when you know youâre muttering out loud. Sometimes she leans against you, her shoulder offering quiet support and those are the hardest times, when you have to clench your jaw shut to keep from openly sobbing and admitting how scared you are. How youâre not sure if you can figure this puzzle out, and as a result of your own incompetence you stand to lose not only a dear friend, but the love of your life.
You have a feeling she knows what thoughts run through your head, and youâre grateful that she doesnât say a word. She doesnât even comment on the tears that track down your cheeks only to fall from your chin.
You are so, so grateful for that, and you somehow draw strength from sitting with her.
Itâs enough that you can head back into the lab yet again.
*_*_*
The next time the Dvorak drops out of near light, youâve all but moved into the labs. You donât notice the whoosh of the doors opening at first, but thatâs because youâre all but actually absorbing the data on one of the doctors involved with HA cloning, who did indeed cite Jacobi as an amazing scientist.
When the sub-alt rolls up, you mistake it for Bruce, but then Raumâs voice is piped into your brain via your shunt.
A gift. From Tane.
You look at the isolated slate, then take it from the alt, thanking Raum profusely. You stare at it for a moment, the device seeming so small in your hands.
You rip the privacy screen from your own slate (and you may have actually broken the screen - Marcus will be pissed if he has to replace another one) and slap it onto the new one and begin devouring the information. Thereâs so much here, too much, enough that you have to ask Raum to help you sift through it all.
But...but...when he flags pages he thinks you need, your heart races.
Schematics. Not of the Kennedys, but of prior models.
Maintenance records, upkeep recommendations. Nutritional requirements, formulae for a metabolic stabilizerâŚ
And then you see it. Written by the doctor who quoted Jacobi.
***Genetic coding information***.
You rip through the document and as you read, you begin to babble.
âJesus fuck, itâs in the junk. They actually put it in the junk DNA, where nobody would fucking think. We need to change everything, absolutely everything, did he work on the...Ken...He did, he fucking did, he worked on the Kennedys, okay, so if thatâs the case Iâm betting he put them in the same places but thereâs probably different locks, different fail safes but if we find one we can tweak it to fit other locks and we need to rethink everything christ we donât have enough *time* and -â
Hands on your shoulder make you look up, and instinctively you pull the slate against your chest, protecting it. Raum has gone quiet in your mind.
âMy boy,â Doc says. âYouâre speaking in tongues.â
âWe need to change where we look,â you blurt out. âThey put the locks in the junk DNA. We need to change course, we need more computers, we need -â
âWhat? BrawleyâŚâ Docâs eyes stray to the slate and you pull it closer to your chest. He knows thereâs something on there that you shouldnât have and heâs silent for a moment.
âAre you sure?â he asks, shaking you just a bit for emphasis.
âYes.â Your voice doesnât waiver.
He nods, then turns from you and begins barking out orders to other assistants and all the screens go black. It takes but a moment for them to reboot, blank screens ready for new directives.
You log into each one individually and set up sims, directing the machines to paw through almost 125,000 pieces of DNA.
You still need more machines.
*_*_*
A few days later you zip into the lab only to find your area almost empty. Your heart lurches from your chest into your throat, but Doc is there, turning you to the right and giving you a nudge forward.
Thereâs a new section in the lab. Huge, with bright lights, tons of computer banks, frosted windows and a door with a keypad and retina scanner for entry. And the name plaque reads âBrawley Stonehurstâ
You pause only enough to look back at Doc and offer him a grin, but then youâre rushing forward, Sparky right behind you, the door opening with a quiet whoosh. Thereâre more computers than youâve ever dared âstealâ on the main floor, but you quickly commandeer each and every one, setting them up for various sims.
The grating ***âBONGâ*** is still the sound youâre constantly hearing.
*_*_*
Itâs been a bad day. Thereâs talk of ventilation for Elias, and he really needs to come off of active duty, but heâs fighting tooth and nail to remain.
Noah hasnât been able to really lead his classes, nor has he been able to spar with Masek at the level theyâre both used to. Sparky has taken it upon himself to spend most of his time with Noah. When he asks you if this is acceptable, you say it is and rearrange his priorities to put Noah first and yourself second.
Doc finds out and heâs in your office questioning the decision, pointing out that Noah and Elias arenât the only ones deteriorating, and youâre about to call him out on the pot calling the kettle black, butâŚ
ButâŚ
***âBINGâ***
You both stop, staring at each other, and it takes you almost a solid minute to realize one of the sims has finished.
And the text, itâs not *green*, itâs not a *success*, but itâs...not a critical fail. The text is yellow, telling you that youâre on the right track but you need to tweak things and you can do that, the data is promising and you look at Doc and you can feel yourself grinning and -
***âchimeâ***
Again, you both stop and you know your eyes are huge, you know this because his are as well. It doesnât take nearly as long for you to begin looking around frantically -
***âchimeâ.......âchimeâ......âchimeâ***
One by one, five different screens light up with green text.
*_*_*
Dr. Anath Lakani is fucking amazing. Thereâs a reason youâve been starry eyed since he said heâd take you on as a resident. Your mind is quick, and you know this, but hisâŚ
Christ on a cracker, watching that man work is breathtaking for a science nerd like you.
He takes your findings and spins the results into formulae and then spins those into an actual therapy faster than anything youâve ever seen. And you watch, because this is porn for you, this creating something to save a life from numbers and codes and this and that. In theory, you can do this as well, but not this quickly.
Docâs skills come from years of experience, and you are nothing short of a captive audience.
Arrangements are made to have Elias come in the very next morning and heâs agreeable. His words were something along the lines of âWhat have I got to lose?â, and that justâŚ
Your breath leaves you as if you were punched in the gut, and *gods*...
âPlease let this work,â you whisper to yourself as you head home.
To Noah. Who is resting in his quarters and only quirks a brow as he looks up from his slate when you come in, then lean back against the door, just looking at him.
Heâs pale, too pale, with shadows under his eyes. And youâre not sure if itâs fact or if itâs your mind playing tricks on you, but his cheekbones seem even more pronounced today than they did yesterday.
âItâs early,â he murmurs, and it is, not even gone 20:00 yet. âHave you eaten?â
âNo,â you say, your voice coming out in a whisper. âI wanted...shower,â you finish lamely.
Legally, you canât tell him. This is Eliasâ business, not Noahâs.
But thereâs that soft smile, the one thatâs just for you. âGo on then,â he says. âIâll have a sub alt bring something from the mess.â
âYou gonna eat too?â
âIâll have something.â
He knows youâll pester him. Even though he really doesnât have much of an appetite.
While in the shower, you think about the sims running for Noahâs treatment. Youâre jumping the gun, but Eliasâ is almost completely mapped out, with only one part of the therapy being in question. In theory, even if that fails, the results will tell you and Doc where to go next, but that clock is still ticking, loud as ever.
You must have been in there a lot longer than you thought, because the next thing you know Sparkyâs sitting outside the shower stall looking up at you. Once he sees he has your attention, he sends a query, checking on you.
*Just lost in thought,* you reply.
*Supper is here! KenKen has lounge coverings waiting for you. They are nice and warm!* And with that, Sparky dashes out of the bathroom.
After drying off, going out to get dressed (and you donât miss the appraising look Noah gives you, but you ignore it because no, you donât look your best and you realize this but thatâs not what heâs concerned about) and eating, you curl up with him, your head on his shoulder.
Itâs quiet in a way that ships are, which is to say itâs not *really* quiet, but thereâs no voices, no computers, no bonks or bings or chimes or anything. Just the sound of Noah breathing, and if you hold your breath, his heart beat.
âElias is starting a new therapy in the morning,â you whisper and you feel Noah go still against you. âThe projected success rate of the first two rounds is 98%, but the third is hovering around 80%. Even if the third is a failure, weâll know by the results which way to go. Doc is prepping the bases tonight and tomorrow, but itâs still going to be close, I think. Depends if it fails if it causes any domino effects.â
Heâs staring at you now, so you continue.
âIâm running your sims in my office, and two have finished. They werenât successful, but they werenât failures. Iâm going off the assumption that since you and Elias are from the same...batch,â (that term burns in your throat) âthat youâll need similar therapies.â
âHow,â Noah starts, his voice raspy. He clears his throat, then resumes. âHow did youâŚ?â He canât finish the question, and you donât know if itâs because he doesnât know what to ask or if itâs because he canât ask, but you look up at him.
âPlease donât ask me that,â you whisper. Heâs head of security, and even if this would save his life, he would be duty bound.
His eyes leave you and move to your backpack, the forbidden slate hidden inside. Heâd seen it, before, noticed it wasnât yours or one from medical and asked about it. Youâd pretended not to hear him, raising your head and blinking, bleary eyed (that wasnât a lie, at least).
*Raum,* you send out over the comms and his reply is almost instant.
*Taken care of.*
You know the next time you pick the slate up, itâll be blank. But thatâs okay. You also know the information is someplace safe, and all you have to do is ask Raum in order to access it.
When Noahâs eyes return to you, youâre already asleep, curled protectively around him.
*_*_*
When Eliasâs third round fails, it is almost catastrophic and both you and Doc are scrambling to keep him stable until the last formulae can be finished. The two of you work well together, both talking over each other and accessing various machines via your neural connections. Nobody will be able to convince you that was the only reason Elias was stabilized as quickly as he had been - while neither of you is super humanly fast, youâre faster than the average person and with both of you working, itâs...harrowing, but it could have been worse.
Much, much worse.
But, the now fourth round is administered and it works, it works so beautifully. Further degradation is essentially halted, or at the very least slowed to a crawl and not only that, but Eliasâ body can begin repairs. His stem cells are fine, and with that vital system working as intended, modern medicine only needs to give his respiratory and cardiac systems a boost to get healing started.
Noahâs therapies go so much smoother, and you feel a little guilty for that. Elias doesnât give a fuck, and the day heâs taken off his oxygen feed his smile stretches from ear to ear.
Noah wears one similar to it, and you finally know what people mean when they say their hearts are so full that theyâre bursting.
Physical therapy is something Elias is eager to start, and youâve got your hands in that as well because you cannot and will not leave either of these men alone it seems. But in this case, itâs not a bad thing because while youâre in the gym with Elias, youâre working on your own fitness regimen as well.
His upper body strength comes back slowly, but his lower body is a bit slower still, if only because heâd been in a wheelchair for an extended period of time. Hydro therapy was a thing for a while, but eventually, Elias began trying to stand.
Youâre hella impressed at his determination, and his positive attitude makes you smile. Youâre there with him when he stands on his own for the first time, the sub alt holding his chair steady in case he needs to sit back down quickly. Youâre aware Cap is in the room as well, but your attention is solely on Elias. Itâs a bit of a struggle, and his face is flushed and his breathing slightly labored (his oxygen saturation is at 98%, so youâre not in the least bit worried), but eventually, heâs standing. He takes a breath, finds his balance, and lets go of the supports.
His legs donât buckle. He looks down as if heâs having trouble believing it, then he looks up at you and grins that infectious grin and you canât help but smile back.
Then you notice Cap, whoâs watching, and youâre not sure, but his eyes look suspiciously bright. He looks to you and nods with a smile, and you look back to Elias and move to help him sit back down, then step away as father and son have a moment, Cap moving closer and speaking softly to Elias.
*_*_*
Youâre sitting with the entire group, including Noah (because you asked him to come have dinner and he said yes because he loves you and he also loves Masekâs cooking because who does NOT love Masekâs cooking???) when the alert chimes at the door. It takes a minute for it to open, but when it does, Elias is standing there, grinning, and he walks in under his own power.
That night, the only sound haunting your dreams is laughter and youâve never slept better in your life.
#Space Shenanagains#Brawley Stonehurst#Noah Kennedy#Elias Kennedy#Lancer#Perseus Gambit#I cannot spell but I did use spell check
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DoA megapost (22 confessions)
Mod: So https://true-bjd-confessions.tumblr.com/post/189300138511/mod-due-to-excessive-offtopic-arguing-in-the
All you guysâ pending DoA confessions presented in no specific order, before we move into the hold, as announced above.
To be clear: I think this is a feature DoA should have yesterday. Itâs completely inappropriate to force people to use deadnames and names which are related to traumatic life experiences, or be banned.Â
However, *weary sigh, gesturing at the multiple 70+ reply confessions on this topic* people told me they were finding the rapidly escalating discussion to be upsetting and offputting, and thatâs not my goal for this blog. â¤ď¸
1.
I am exceptionally weary of all the DoA hate over the person who got banned over making a new account after not being allowed to change their user name. DoA isnât the only doll forum out there. If you donât like their rules, donât join. I for one find their rules about on- and off-topic dolls to be unfair and arbitrary as hell, but in the end it comes down to their house, their rules. Move on.
~Anonymous
2.
Us: Sure would be nice to maybe be able to change your name on DOA.
Some of yâall: Are you asking for anarchy?? If we allow this, whatâs next?? A reasonable review of outdated rules??? The rules are there for a reason!!1! The reason may be antiqued because technology has updated and changed since then, meaning there are better solutions available, but itâs still a reason so we DEFINITELY should NEVER change!! Change is too scary for me. :( Youâre bullies who want to be special :((( Stop that :(
~Anonymous
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I love seeing people get so offended at anon saying âbigotsâ. How do you know it was about you ? Guilty conscience? DOA could allow name changes if they really wanted to. There are other hobbies where they forbid certain people from entering forums while still allowing name changes. Itâs not hard if you really care. Â Â Â
~Anonymous   Â
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Honestly the way people fall all over themselves to defend DoA against any sort of criticism (regardless of how you personally feel about the validity of said criticism, reader) makes me glad I never got into the community aspect of this hobby. It's just... stressful. Â Â Â Â Â
~Anonymous Â
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The transphobia in the comments on this blog in particular are so gross. Being a bigot makes your dolls instantly hideous. And no, Iâm not saying everyone who is defending DOAs decision is transphobic. Iâm talking about the one who thinks trans people transitioning is wrong and their friends. Youâre gross and so are your dolls.
~Anonymous Â
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scammers can & will get around DOA's no name change policy, it's really not that safe. also, DOA isn't the only website which allows the sale of high-value items.
~Anonymous Â
7.
First it's "if you want name changes coded in DoA, offer to do it yourself!", then it's "why tf would DoA accept some rando to help code their site?" make up your goddamn mind, your argument is falling apart.Â
Also when did this issue become "DoA vs trans people"? Like, I like DoA yet I also recognize it should be more accessible and updated for the modern userbase. I want it to become as good as it can be because I like the community and would hate to see it die out like so many other forum sites do. Yes, it has flaws- and believe me, the folks who get extremely upset about the idea of admitting that embarrass me- but I liked the format since I was new to the hobby. I just wish it was more inclusive! Â Â
~Anonymous  Â
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girlisav3rb: "this isn't about exclusion or leaving anyone out". Also girlisav3rb: "I'm just kicking your punk ass off [obvious metaphor for DoA]" yyyyiiiiikkkees   Â
~Anonymous  Â
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The DOA username debate is really starting to feel like 4 people's personal beefs against each other. It isn't really about dolls and I wish it wasn't dominating all the confessions here. I don't really care about watching pomoaples, pupkinspce, aigisthewlve and tellmeifthursday make fools of themselves daily. Â Â Â Â
~Anonymous   Â
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Say it louder for the people in the back: IF YOU INSIST ON NAME CHANGES FOR DOA, THEN VOLUNTEER YOUR CODING EXPERTISE. Don't know how to code and are just squawking about something you can't directly contribute towards? Then shut up or offer up money so the mods can hire a computer programmer to make the changes you're DEMANDING from a FREE service. Â Â Â Â
~Anonymous
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God it's so painfully obvious to see how many of the people defending DoA on the grounds that name changes would destroy the integrity of the website have never ever worked on or even been part of a forum or really any website of any kind in their lives. Seriously arguing that "the database" would break if you changed a name like?? No??? Have you ever seen a server backend before? You can automate this shit, you know, keep a log of former names, just... it's not some big huge challenge???Â
~AnonymousÂ
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I don't have a horse in the trans name change race but calling DoA one of the friendlies communities around is abject bullshit lmao. There's not a more elitist, paranoid, abusive community this side of comic books -- but that kind of goes for this hobby as a whole, let's be honest. Â Â Â Â Â Â
~Anonymous   Â
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THE RULES ARE IMPORTANT WE CAN't cHANGE THE RULES IT WILL LEAD TO CHAOS IF WE CHANGE ONE RULE WHERE WILL IT END THINK OF THE CHILDREN!!!!!!!! In my town it used to be THE RULES that POC have to go to separate schools and use separate bathrooms, but sure, the rules are the most important thing, not the people. And before anyone says cOmPaRiNg DoLlS tO rAciSm, 1) shitting on trans people IS a form of prejudice you smoothbrains, and 2) my ass is POC and I call it like I see it. Check yourselves. Â Â Â Â Â Â
~Anonymous  Â
14. Â
I personally think DOA should just.. go away? Itâs been around for years, most people use it as reference rather than a community anymore. Everything is on FaceBook and Instagram now, DOA is pretty much just a glorified Dolly Dictionary at this point. Besides, if they arenât going to change an Incredibly simple, easy thing to change just to accommodate transitioning people, itâs not the best place to be.
~Anonymous Â
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I mean about the whole rules is rules is rules thing about doa: the thing is, some rules are there for a reason and obviously do need to be respected whether you agree with them or not, like donât block fire exits, murder is bad, etc. but some rules eventually become outdated and need to be changed to keep up with society, and that doesnât make the people pointing out that they need to be changed evil or entitled or spoiled. Imagine if we all still had to drive 10 mph everywhere because when someone pointed out that car technology had improved since 1915 and the speed limit should be increased accordingly everyone had just shouted them down with âBUT TEH RUUULLLEESS!!!â Youâd be pretty interested in getting some of this âspecial treatmentâ yourself so you could get to work on time, huh?
~Anonymous Â
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Honestly the easiest solution would be let people change their names only once and have it trackable.. as a trans dude its NOT that deep. Â Â Â
~Anonymous    Â
17.
I notice that the unrelenting attacks on DoA are now even using the same phraseology along with the name-calling and implications of sinister motives. These are textbook bullying tactics. Next is the boycott, except that most of these people already say they donât use the forum because they are just too â21st Centuryâ for it.
Luckily this is just a confession board and no matter how many folks you manage to rile up here, itâs not going to affect DoA. Now, this is why I love DoAâyou canât go on their own site and spew this nonsense. They have Rules. They are Strict. They attempt to avoid drama, especially off-topic drama, and they donât allow meanness, vulgarity or obscenity. If youâre looking for a pleasant, safe space, itâs your best bet.
~Anonymous
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Easy to lay bigotry, laziness, stupidity and worse on DoA mods for not just accepting tales of trauma and pasts to erase. Â But the internet has always been full of lies by people trying to get their own way or escape consequences. Not just pro scammers. People who cry things like illness, trauma, disaster, family or pet problems over and over to get sympathy for demands or as all-purpose excuses. Recast ownership lies. People who never got a no before, and don't like being turned down no-how.
~Anonymous
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I just realized that no one understands the people saying DOA can allow name changes are the people who have actually modded forums before, most forums unless theyâre running a totally outdated system use user id numbers that are linked to display names, which can be changed, and you can write a simple string of simple-baby-code to show old display names on a profile, to explain it in simple terms. Â Â
~Anonymous          Â
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Honestly I think that the anti-name change people are mostly just shilling for DoA because they can't believe that their precious forum with its volunteer mods could be anything but flawless. Or something like that, given how indignantly these people have *always* reacted to confessions criticizing DoA, even before the trans controversy was a thing. There have definitely been some obvious transphobes as well though, whose bile is really more suited to conservative FB pages or something. Go away! Â Â Â Â Â
~Anonymous
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the DOA mods can obviously change people's usernames because it's 2019 and basically every other site in existence can do it. they might have to change the site slightly to accomplish this. maybe there are reasons for them to choose not to do that, but let's stop pretending it's some technological impossibility.
~Anonymous
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How about this: Implement a system on DoA that indentifies users by a unique code and allow users to have a changeable display name. Changing the display name could become a paid feature to pay for the technical changes. Think of a system like discord has. It's a win-win situation. Thoughts? Â Â Â Â Â Â
~Anonymous
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prinxess's rescreatu rant
Hey all (+Riyo), it's prinxess. I found this blog today, which naturally means I spent the next 5 hours flipping through the archive lol. This was supposed to be a short post but plans never go as expected (Warning: this is LONG). If you know me, youâve probably seen me try to talk about this stuff in the SBâwhich rarely goes well, haha. Iâm going to word vomit on three main things: Resâs âfirst come, first serveâ issue, Staff/ShoutBox Culture, and my own mistakes.
This isnât Voice of God. Iâm just a flawed 20-year-old who feels compelled articulate her thoughts at least once somewhere.
I accept responsibility for whatâs written below.
1. Early Birds Get the Worm
Nice names are Resâs lifeblood. The aim of the game is to accumulate as many as you can. It didn't start out that way but thatâs what it's become; it's human nature to want what your peers want. We enjoy having valuable thingsâthe proof is in the pixels. But LOL good names are now worth 1B tu? This is why people are so upset with the site. If you made an account in 2006, quickly hatched three creatu named Diamond, Emerald, and Sapphire, and didn't log in again until now, your account would be worth more than someone who joined a year ago but has put in hundreds of hours into the site.
1B is pretty abstract, so I'll offer a cold splash of in-game reality. 700M = $100
Many of Rescreatuâs issues writhe around one malignant crux: its âfirst come, first serveâ groundwork. Meaning, if your account isnât old enough to be sent off to grade school, then you are out of luck. With everything. If you werenât there when you could fish tier-1 names from the Atquateen Forest, if you werenât there during the mass graveyard purges, if you werenât smart enough to buy valuable names en masse for cheap from naive tweens 8 years ago, youâre out of luck. Unless Mr. Moneybags disembowels him/herself into your hands, you will never measure up to the sheer wealth of a select few old users (Gunmetal, Fleur, etc).
The visible wealth disparity is unreal. Itâs kind of cuteâthereâs this ritual where when a newbie appears in the SB, older users flood them with tu and lovely creatu because they know baby bambi canât make it on their own in modern Res. But what about the invisible users? The 99% who never set foot in the SB? Imagine youâre twelve, creating an account for the first time. Youâre given XYZtu (aka not enough) to start off with. Hatching pets is fun. You like finding clothes for your avatar in the trash. A while later, you become interested in buying more creatu, so you fiddle around with the Creatu Search. And... you realize that the only good rwns are in the 20M+ range.
Actually noâa few weeks ago, a user called prinxess went through the entire directory, cleaned out most lower-priced RWNs, and stuck them in her shop at mark-up. But hey, she left âBlistersâ and âIntrospectiveâ for you.
Thereâs nothing to do on Rescreatu except lord your cool names over other users. Nothing else... except... wait. Isnât the Kir Quest about colors, not names? Which brings me to my next point. Years ago, blondes were worth 700k, and albinos 3M. Players back then threw these cheap creatu at Kir and rode the Uldavian Express to higher Rounds at mach speed (there are 5 Rounds now. each need an additional 120 creatu/points to access). Nowadays, albinos are no longer stocked in ranchersâperiod. Iâm talking chimbies and meragons, not even seasonals. To use myself as an example, I restarted Kir a month ago (I was only at 25 points, Round 1). Iâll be the first to admit I wasnât being 100% efficient with my tu, but within a few days, I managed to add an additional 23 creatu to that number. At the cost of nearly one billion tu. 95% of which went towards beans.
If youâre a newbie with a dream of earning a Cyancu Nest, you need to give Kir 180 creatu total. That isnât just hardâitâs straight-up impossible. From a cost/benefit standpoint, if you do not already have a substantial amount of Kir points, do not touch the Quest. Instead, buy the prize shop items from other users.
Because, letâs do some math. 180 (creatu) x 7,800,000 (price per bean) = 1,404,000,000tu.
I swear on every god out there that, overall, you will not just be spending 7.8M per creatu.
Cyancu eggs are selling for 500M each/1.5B for a nest, pretty close to that mythical 1,404,000,000 number. Just buy the egg.
A staff member once told me, âThe Kir Quest is supposed to be hard.â Fair enough. The original purpose of the Quest was to fix Resâs overpopulation problem. Make higher colors valuable again. But now weâve swung hard towards creatu extinction. The fix is relatively simple. Have Kir ask for blondes/albinos less often. Or increase the likelihood of hatching colors. Should be a simple coding tweak.
Side-note: With beans having become an integral part of Rescreatuâs ONLY real continuous Quest, why are they still cash shop items? People love to tout âbut the site needs money to runâ. How about put out a better product instead of squeezing users with Stockholm Syndrome/a gambling addiction out of more pennies? Actually, not pennies, itâs serious cash. The next promo is $100 for 3 retired CS eggsâa promo which was supposed to be in December, but moved because the higher ups thought users would be too strapped for cash during Christmas.
2. Staff/Culture
Hopelessness makes the newer users leave. Staff corruption poisons the rest. Iâm not involved in current Rescreatu politics, but in the past it absolutely was a thing. Even with generally loved and respected staff members.
 I donât want to disclose too much information, but since Iâm old and weary, Iâll say that (without asking for it) a substantial boon was thrown my way because I was friendly with a member of staff. They are still highly regarded within the community.
14BM was unabashedly shady. One day, I announced I was selling a name on the SB and got in touch with a buyer. During our back-and-forth rmailing, 14BM rmailed me to say one of us had âaccidentally hit the report buttonâ which pointed her to our conversation. She warned me the other user was ripping me off, and that she could give me a better offer. Not very professional behavior, in my honest opinion.
Way back when, BillyBob was abusing glitches.
A name appeared in anon-staffâs Showroom one hot second after the person it belonged to was banned for âusing a bot to find eggs.â Anon-staff had previously asked if theyâd ever sell the name and they had said no. Shady.
Real talk. A staff member told me they donât even care if you use bots, just as long as you donât find enough seasonal eggs to ruin the market. I think anything above 40 is considered suspicious. Nevermind if you actually have no life and want to search for eggs for 48 hours straight.
There were way more corruption incidents, but those were so long ago I barely remember them. As for current staff, I canât speak for them. Honestly, I canât tell who most people are anymore because of all the username switching lol. Thereâs this ridiculous implicit rule of âdonât ask what someoneâs username used to beâ around Res. Like hello? That makes no sense. Not only do they retain their unique pets, but really, if someone hated you, a simple change of username isnât going to make them suddenly forget who you are. Similarly, the whole idea of a new username being âa new startâ for the user is frankly hilarious. Especially when you act no different.
Thatâs unfortunately just the start of my issue with Resâs âniceâ culture. Iâll call it by another name: suck-up culture. Itâs this omnipresent force of saccharine sweetness thatâs nearly alive from how many people are hooked up into it. Plenty of users are genuinely nice, I wonât knock that. But damn, when a staff member/older user/wealthbag comes on the SB? Itâs a vicious competition to prove how close they are are with that member. Immediately, there are âglompsâ and âhugglesâ and âweâre married!/best friendsâ as if they actually give a shit about the other person. You do not. I know you do not. Everyone knows you do not. Youâre just trying to get free thingsâand hey, itâs not a bad move, since those users are generally the gifting type. Oh. The cringiest thing is when a fan gives a popular user a cheap present, so the popular user will feel obliged to give them something in returnâhopefully a better something. Machiavelli must be rolling in his grave.
This sugary behavior has somehow infected staff as well. I find it doubly disgusting because I canât even call them out on it.
â<3 oh sweetheart, just so you know, what youâre doing is called spam. [link to rules] please take a look!! :333 ^_^â
â *pops in* haiiiii guys, sorry to bump in but could you please take this convo to rmail? :3 *hugs* squeeeee <333 *hopes you dont hate me* â
Like, fucking Christ. I can feel their phantom arms around me in my sleep. Can anyone speak normally anymore? Does everything need to be qualified with butterflies, sunshine, and overtures of love?
Back to the subject of staff... that issue is multifaceted. First, itâs a weirdly cyclical thing. Notice how newly chosen staff are almost always friends with current staff? I donât believe Iâve ever seen some anon thatâs never visited the SB become staff purely on merit (save for artists/programmers). But I could be wrong. Anyway, users inducted into staff are usually already one of Resâs wealthy elite. I can only speak for the trend Iâve noticed over the years, but A LOT of people become staff as a status symbol. Some also do it because theyâre invested in the site and want to make it better. The two arenât mutually exclusive. You can want to help while liking the boost in popularity at the same time. The real issue with staff is how they are compensated. Getting paid in credits (cash points?) actively increases the wealth disparity in the site. Thereâs a difference between giving someone 100 dollars versus a handful of credits. If someone handed you a hundred dollars, would you use it for rent or on some virtual name tags? Without this choice, staff are essentially forced into one course of action: buy credit shop items, put these items in their merchant shop, sell them to users, rake in tu. Or just sell cp for tu.
Rescreatu doesnât use their staff properly. Iâm referring to writers and artists. There are hundreds of wearable items available, but dressing up an avatar to look forum-fancy isnât the purpose of a pet site. Itâs a nice feature. But I didnât join Rescreatu so I could play dress-up, I joined for the pets, for the battle arena, for the story of it all. Writers, I feel, are the most wasted of all. Does anyone actually read the stories in the books? Does anyone buy books, even? Res should take their talent and invest in proper story lines. They have six writers right now. Come on. Put up a good kidnapping site-wide story involving Xoria and Loyna. Get a competition between Scria users and Reiflem users going. Maybe the story could be Quest-style, with the users voting on how the story moves with their tu. Do something!
...Because this site also needs a tu sink. Desperately. Contrary to popular belief, the Kir Quest isnât a tu sink, it vacuums money up to the top dogs of Rescreatu. You buy 10 beansâwhere are you getting these beans? More than likely, itâs from a staff member selling 70 of them in their shop. IRL right now there are 4 users selling beans: Feather x34, Isolation x30, Umbreon420 x1, Phos x36. Nothing against these usersâin fact, I like them, but do you notice a trend? What do staff do with all this tu? They buy names at premium prices because they can afford to.
Q: Wait, prinx. If you just paid real money, you could have lots of tu too! A: My honor code forbids me from validating freemium games
Q: But, prinx. Why donât you just become staff? A: I tried when I was 13 but they didnât accept me ): Probably for good reason.
Itâs shocking that the stock market hasnât been removed/tweaked yet. It shouldnât be possible to buy 50,000 stocks of FAS for 400k on Sunday, and sell that for 20M one week later. This is another reason why names are considered the real currency on Rescreatu. Their value increases along with the inflation. Itâs the only safe investment you can make.
3. Me
So, my long-winded rant is out of the way. Above, I mentioned Iâd like to apologize for myself, so here I go. For context, these past few months Iâve been trying to get rid of my RWNs through forum auctions. In the latest thread, I stuck in an umbrella clause basically saying that I reserved the right to pull whatever bullshit I wanted, which I used, without warning, to tack 1.2B Autobuy options to the names. Half my reason was I was being egged on by a friend to do it. Half was because I just didnât care. Never in my wildest dreams did I even imagine one person would actually go for it, let alone 3. When I opened the thread the morning after, I felt dread. My actions understandably upset quite a few people. I acknowledge that what I did was unprofessional. I regret it, and Iâve learned a valuable lesson.
In general, Iâve spent my recent years on Rescreatu being rude and abrasive. Trying to tie 14 year old staff in logic knots, picking at overly sensitive members, engaging trolls, the works. Iâve been throwing angsty melodrama around like glow-sticks at an EDM concert, and it isnât fair to the newer members who have no memory of Resâs past.
This post clocks in at 2.5k words. The only reason Iâve written so much is because Rescreatu means/meant so much to me. For all its faults, Res somehow just works. Maybe because it encourages addictive behavior. Maybe because of the community. Whatever it is, itâs helped the site escape multiple waves of peril that wouldâve killed any other. For that it deserves some applause.Â
If you want to contact me, rmail me or email me at [email protected]. I don't bite
Peace.
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