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soundwave having to be co leader of the decepticons with shockwave while megatron is fucking frozen somewhere & he's forced to keep giving out commands to crazy people he doesn't like bcs they aren't just his cassettes

oh he's so upset ...
#important introvert forced to become an important extrovert at his job -1000000 happiness#+1000000000 anxious to his already infinite abundance of#i feel like 70% of his responses to questions by decepticons are just awkward silence#and then 30% is i will inquire shockwave of this#while the decepticons all just sigh and roll their optics and stomp away bcs they know that basically means no#bcs shockwave hates them#and soundwave is just watching the whole time like ☹️#megatron where r u..... his social battery is not just drained it's been fucking Dead for since FOREVER#MEGATRON hELP#feel like sometimes shockwave will make soundwave have to answer a decepticon's questions bcs sometimes hes too focused#on lab duties#but also sometimes bcs he just likes to watch soundwave squirm abt it#soundwaves just trying to avoid visor to optic contact like a dog when u try to take its picture#but he can literally hear their questions beaming into his mind#hes going to fall down to his knees and break down into tears in -.00001 milliseconds#soundwave#tf#transformers#maccadam#tf bumblebee#bumblebee movie#studio series#transformers knightverse#knightverse bumblebee#tf knightverse#i hate tags
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hey guys do you think some of bell’s “favourite” songs are actually just adler’s or
#bell humming tunes to songs they’ve never even listened to#constant deja vu when they walk past adler’s room in the safehouse and catch him listening to something they swear they know#bell going oh i love this song !!#and adler blankly staring ahead recalling a mk ultra session where he left the radio playing#to said song#and also#like did magic carpet ride actually play during that memory in vietnam in adler’s life#or did he just catch it on the radio that morning driving to the lab and got stuck in his head when he relayed it all back to bell#does bell also have an insufferable obsession with the stroke#or do they actually have an inexplicable hatred for it without knowing why#hmmm#adlerbell#adler#cod bell#adler x bell#russell adler x bell#russell adler#adbell#cod cw#cod bocw#cod cold war#call of duty cold war#call of duty black ops cold war
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them <3

#Why is Kaz wearing his mission suit like that#I'm crying#And oli and Skylar#Bestie goals#The davenports are so done with these three#They're asking Donald when babysitting duty is over lol#Lab rats#Lab rats elite force#lrmmef#Mighty med#bree davenport#Kaz mm#Oliver mm#Skylar storm#chase davenport#I'm going to redraw this
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Tobirama, some time after Hashirama's death: What do you mean I have to be the inspiring one now. That's not- I mean. Fuck.
#senju tobirama#naruto founders#naruto#hashirama senju#konoha#Tobirama: I'll be in my lab. Working on Unspecified and Completely Ethical Jutsu#It's NOT the reanimation jutsu I know he banned it this one is. It's the Living Dead jutsu.#Which I am declaring not forbidden but only for me#Hashirama Returning: Tobirama you've got this#it's your time. I can't just be Hokage forever#Tobirama: not forever just until I die or you find a different successor#He's being pulled by the ankles out of his lab and he's Not Happy#He yearns for the labs#Thus the shadow clone jutsu was born /j#He pops in front of an advisor and there's an uproar over the fact he sent a clone to do his Hokage duties#bc he wants to Make Trinkets (Weapons and jutsu)#Ik he was involved during Hashiramas time as hokage but#I feel like he was there for the Big Meetings and a lot in the beginning until Hashirama was a bit more confident in it#Then he crawled hermit crab style back to his lab to thrive on curiosity and pissiness alone
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Some Ult Richtofen from back in November 👍
#i still like these a lot actually#he should've worn a cunty ass lab coat#cod zombies#call of duty zombies#ultimis richtofen#cw blood#cw gun#(a really badly drawn one that is)#fizzy art 🧟🧸
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pecco/luca #14
prompt from here! dearest anon thank u for prompting me. u are the only person who did so that actually means a lot LMAO. struggled profoundly with this which is why it took me over a month and it's 3k long and it's also inexplicably a soulmate au. i hope u enjoy ur library sex!
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QUANTUM ENTANGLEMENT — pecco/luca, 3k
Maybe elbow-deep in the gnarliest of the rat cages hadn’t been the best time to bring up Marc, but, well. Pecco had also been more sleep-deprived than usual after the several all-nighters he’d pulled, trying to finish the new section of his dissertation that Valentino had proposed before he ran out of steam. Neither of them were exactly their best selves. And it wasn’t even their lab.
Pecco was getting paid two hundred euros to clean the cages every three days, while Dr. Stoner and all his—hah— lab rats attended yet another conference. But he wasn’t sure what Valentino’s excuse was, considering he complained pretty regularly about Dr. Stoner getting preferential funding because of STEM privilege. Pecco wasn’t exactly sure how helping out in his lab fit into that equation, and he wasn’t about to ask.
All Pecco had wanted to know, really, was if Vale could still feel him at all times. If the throbbing in Pecco’s skull was ever going to go away, if notoriously pain-averse Valentino had somehow learned to live with the ache.
“Well you see,” Vale had grumbled, scolding #93 when it tried to nip at his fingertips through the gloves as it settled into its new bedding, “I do not think the bonds, they are—” he gestured vaguely, nearly knocking over the stack of ungraded reports piled on Dr. Stoner’s desk, “not so rigid, right? I think they are a bit, allora. . . .” he trailed off, staring somewhere in the middle distance. “I think they are often deceiving.” He’d said, finally, punctuating it with a spritz of the expensive unscented cleaner that Dr. Stoner insisted was the only one that didn’t aggravate his migraines.
“Ah.” Pecco had responded, lamely, staring down at #10 as it slept quietly in its little holding tupperware. “I think I understand.”
The thing is, Pecco doesn't even really know when he figured it out. Maybe he always knew what the deep thrumming in the back of his skull was, what the tight aching feeling in the pit of his stomach meant. Why he was always sort of looking for Luca, regardless of time or place or reality. He doesn’t know why he thought asking Valentino about it would bring any clarity, but well. Luca was still his brother, technically. Even if he had gone down a path Valentino didn’t exactly approve of.
“It’s just a good opportunity,” Franky tells him, when he brings it up again over lunch. He’s hunched miserably over his protein bowl, texting with one hand under the table. For some reason, he thinks they don’t all know it’s Álex Marquez on the other end, when he hides his screen from them and grins all dopily at his messages. Pecco isn’t an idiot, but he isn’t cruel, either, so he says nothing, picking at his own cold chicken.
“Of course, Maro knows that Vale would fund his research until the end of time,” Franky continues, placing his phone facedown on the table. “But Dr. Hernandez already has the grants and the equipment. He’d be stupid not to take Marc’s spot! Plus, they publish all the time, and you know he’s been wanting to get more exposure.”
“Yeah,” Pecco hums, downing the rest of his now-cold espresso and grimacing when the grounds stick to the back of his teeth. “A very good opportunity.”
Pecco is still stewing about it when he shoves their apartment door open with a grunt, three books falling out of his bag in the process. Bez and Cele make no move to help him from where they’re sequestered on the couch, the entire living room littered with pages of Cele’s senior thesis, marked up in what looks like sparkly purple gel pen.
“ Ciao , Pecco,” Cele sighs dejectedly, against Bez’s shoulder.
“ Ciao , my roommate who lives here and pays rent,” Pecco groans, leaving the books in the doorway and making a beeline for the mokapot. He briefly considers suicide, when he finds it unwashed in the sink, then grabs the scrubber brush with a sigh. Bez comes up behind him, a moment later, draping his long arms around Pecco’s waist until he reluctantly leans back into his embrace, closing his eyes so none of the tears he’s been holding in all day leak out.
“What’s the matter with our Pecchino, huh?” Bez asks, pressing a kiss to Pecco’s cheek and then releasing him, leaning back against the counter with a tilt of his head that makes him look just like the puppy he’s been trying to ply Pecco with pictures of, lately. “Did one of Dr. Stoner’s evil rats try to bite you again? You could totally sue him for that, you know, let’s call up Mig and—”
Pecco waves a hand at him with a sigh. “Leave Migno alone, you know he’s been too stressed studying for the Bar. And I’m not going to sue Dr. Stoner, the rats were fine. Allora, one of them did try to bite Vale but he—”
“ Vale? What the hell was Vale doing there?” Bez interrupts him. Behind them, Cele pokes a curious head in the doorway. He’s wearing Bez’s boxers, Pecco notices belatedly. That probably explains the state of the living room, he realizes, resigned.
Pecco shrugs, giving the moka a final rinse. There’s a stubborn burnt patch at the bottom which probably means that Cele was the last person to use it, but it’s the least of his problems right now. Everything feels like burnt espresso to him these days, it’s nothing special in the grand scheme of things. “I don’t know if they’re back together, honestly. They’re probably just fucking again.”
Bez shakes his head with an exaggerated grimace. “I don’t know how Vale manages to bone so many of his colleagues,” he says, pulling Cele in with an arm around his pale neck. “Don’t the faculty meetings get awkward? Surely he could find someone he doesn’t work with to take on a date!”
Against his will, Pecco thinks of the lab coat Valentino had been wearing when Pecco had walked in, the little Australian flag embroidered on the cuff of his sleeve, nearly invisible unless you were looking for it. These days, Dr. Stoner walks around in lab coats with the flag embroidered proudly next to his last name, impossible to miss. Vale must have been wearing an old one. Where he’d found it, Pecco didn’t really want to know.
“I don’t think they’re doing much dating,” he sighs, dumping the espresso powder in and snapping the lid shut with a loud metallic clang.
Cradled in Bez’s arms, Cele bursts into laughter.
Pecco doesn’t know why he was the last to know that Luca was leaving them. The weeks leading up to Luca’s departure had been—euphoric, almost. If he ignored the sense of impending doom, which he had become very good at. They had been spending a truly unreasonable amount of time together that semester because Luca had still been living in the apartment, sharing his car, sleeping, working, eating together.
Pecco had woken up from an involuntary library nap, one day last March, to find one of Luca’s jackets draped over him. He’d moved into the carrel next to Pecco while he was asleep, apparently. Valentino found them slumped over each other, napping on the couch in his office so often that semester, that he’d started calling them i dormiglioni , like they were little kids.
It was easy to ignore, at first, because Pecco had been ignoring it for what was probably years, at that point. Since at least their second year of Laurea , when they’d been assigned partners for a semester-long project in Professor Nieto’s Modern Philosophy class. Pecco had known who he was, of course. Not even the different last names could hide that Luca was Dr. Rossi’s younger brother, quietly accepted into the Physics and Philosophy department an entire year earlier than they usually let undergrads declare.
Luca wasn’t particularly popular, really. Whatever magnetic charm that Valentino, known mostly around campus as il Dottore , walked around with must have come from Graziano, because Luca didn’t attract the same kind of attention everywhere he went, and he’d kept to himself, mostly, their first year. Pecco couldn’t help but notice him. He was much quieter than Valentino, of course, but he was still every bit as beautiful. Pecco had never dreamed that Luca would ever pay him any attention, even after they were assigned partners.
It turned out he was wrong, about Luca, anyway. He was just like Valentino, in all the ways that mattered. It was kind of impressive that people who studied their field so closely could be so blind about it.
Or maybe, Pecco had thought, watching Luca leave, inevitably, after everything—that was the caveat.
Pecco had spent so long ignoring it, that he didn’t understand what he was feeling, the first time Luca intentionally tugged on the bond. He was on the fourth floor of the stacks section of the library in late May, enjoying the sunlight peaking through the skylights while he combed through the shelves. Choking on dust and trying not to make noises every time he encounters a dead spider, on some fruitless mission from Valentino to find the original copy of Bell’s Inequality he swore was hiding around there. Pecco was beginning to suspect he was just trying to get him out of his office for an hour so he could hook up with—whoever it was who’d been leaving ribbed condom wrappers in the Philosophy Lounge trash all year.
Then, all at once, he felt the little ember he’d kept tucked away, all this time, a little shard of glass pressed up against his heart. It was like all of his muscles and tendons, bones and sinew, every part of his body could feel it. Feel him. Luca, reaching through.
In a lot of cultures, soul bonds were likened to strings, in mythology. When Pecco let himself wonder what theirs might feel like, he always pictured something like a ribbon or a cord, their connection loose and free-flowing. When Luca touches their bond for the first time, it feels nothing like that. It doesn’t really feel like anything else, or anything he could describe with words, though his whole job, his whole life, he’s been trying to describe what this moment might feel like. It’s not accurate, but he pictures himself getting struck by lightning through the library skylights, instantly engulfed in flames.
Luca finds him like that, rounding the corner of the H-K shelves, his eyes bright. A strange, manic energy to him that Pecco has never seen before. It’s hot, watching Luca stalk towards him like a predator, every nerve ending in his body lighting up, the closer he gets. Suddenly, Luca is right in front of him, breathing a little heavy, caging Pecco in, against the hard metal of the shelves. If soul ties were visual things, Pecco thinks theirs would probably be a neon red cloud, hazily encompassing them. As it stands, the only proof Pecco has that this is real, that Luca is going to stop pretending he doesn’t know and finally fucking do something about it is the tension he feels flowing through his body. It’s their bond, it’s Luca , wrapped around his chest like a vice.
Pecco’s always imagined their first kiss being a little awkward. Maybe a peck in the back corner of the campus cafe that Cele works at, or tiredly making out on the floor of Luca’s bedroom, where they both prefer to study at home. Something slow, intentional. The weight of the bond unburdened.
There’s nothing slow or soft or sweet about the way Luca kisses him for the first time, almost bruising. His tongue is hot and slick in Pecco’s mouth, brushing against the back of his teeth. Pecco whines into it, helpless, a hand finds purchase on his waist, the other tangling in his hair. He can barely tell if he’s kissing back, so lost in the sensation. He only realizes when Luca pulls away, ducking his head to suck marks onto Pecco’s flushed neck, that he’s been holding his breath.
“ Fuck, Luca ,” he gasps, his hips twitching up involuntarily when Luca finds a pressure point. He’s half hard just from kissing, but Luca’s no better. Pecco can feel the heat of his length straining against his thigh from where Luca had wedged a leg between them. “I need—” he cuts himself off with a hiss when Luca grinds them together.
“Shh, Franci,” Luca whispers, a little meanly. “You don’t want anyone to hear us, right?” Reaching down between them, he pops the button of Pecco’s corduroys with deft fingers. Pecco jolts forward, muffling his moan with the soft collar of Luca’s shirt between his teeth when Luca wraps a calloused palm around his weeping cock and gives it a dry tug. It’s equal parts pleasure and pain, and Pecco can’t help but sigh in relief when Luca pulls back just far enough to spit directly on the leaking tip. His breath catches at the sensation of it, Luca dragging his hand up and down until he’s wet everywhere, saliva and precum dripping down his balls.
“Luca we can’t —” Pecco gasps, when he brushes a blunt, dry fingertip against his hole. His whole body shudders as Luca does it again, circling and stroking until Pecco is clenching down on nothing; he can feel himself soaked everywhere .
Luca drags his fingers down through the stickiness between his thighs, chuckling. “So wet, Franci, like a girl.”
Before Pecco can even react to that, Luca flips them around pressing him against the cold metal of the shelves with a firm grip. His pulse is hammering in his throat and he wonders, absurdly, if Luca can feel it, every erratic beat.
Luca is everywhere on him, all at once. His breath is hot against Pecco’s ear, his fingers digging into his hips, both grounding and overwhelming. The bond thrums between them, heavy, tightening around Pecco’s rib cage. It feels like a separate animal, alive and red and wild . “Tell me now, if you want me to stop,” he murmurs against the back of Pecco’s neck, his lips brushing against his skin, teasing.
Pecco whimpers again, pushing his ass back up against where Luca is hard. “Please.”
Luca pulls away, this time to fumble with his belt. The clink of the metal buckle as he undoes it rings louder than a gunshot in the stillness of the library. Pecco keeps forgetting they’re in public , that any moment someone could walk in and see him bent over the periodicals, squirming as Luca feeds his cock between his slippery thighs. Whimpering as Luca drags achingly slow up against the sensitive skin of his balls. It’s filthy , the wet heat of it, the lewd slide of skin on skin. Luca fucks between his thighs like he doesn’t care if Pecco gets off, like he’s just a means to an end.
His hips stutter, his grip turning bruising on Pecco’s waist, like he’s afraid to let go. With a grunt, muffled against the damp curls at the nape of Pecco’s neck, he spills onto the shelf beneath them. He doesn’t even glance down, uncaring of the carnage. He just flips Pecco around, still panting, eyes blown, looking like he wants to run or maybe sink his teeth into Pecco’s throat.
Instead of softening, instead of giving either of them a breath, Luca crushes their mouths together. The bond between them is electric, fraying, tightening—too much. Pecco feels like he’s being squeezed from the inside out, like something is about to snap in his chest. For a brief moment, he thinks, hysterically, maybe he wants it to.
Luca is still hard against his thigh, still wanting, still taking . His hand snakes into Pecco’s hair, pulling, tugging, keeping him exactly where he wants him.
“Luca, this—” Pecco gasps against his mouth, fingers twitching at Luca’s wrist, nails biting into his skin. “This isn’t—I don’t want. . . .”
He bites down on Pecco’s bottom lip, just enough to make him flinch. “ Tesoro .” His voice is low, almost coaxing. “We don’t have to.”
As if they haven’t already. As if Pecco can’t look down between them and find Bell’s Inequality , covered in the evidence of their desperation.
But the thing is, Pecco still wants . He wants Luca to get him off in here, the AC blowing dust around and the motion sensor lights flickering off every ten minutes. He wants to see Luca’s face when he finishes, this time. He wants Luca to kiss him, gentle, and be there in the morning when he wakes up. It doesn’t feel anything like Pecco imagined, holding Luca in his arms. It feels like the end of something, instead of the beginning.
The bond isn’t soft, like threads of fate weaving them together—it feels like a chokehold, also, like a noose. Luca presses him back against the cold metal shelves like he wants to imprint him there, leave fingerprints on his soul as much as his skin. Pecco wants to do anything in his power to keep Luca here, in this moment, for as long as he possibly can.
“Say it,” Luca murmurs, dragging his lips down Pecco’s jaw. His hand tightens in Pecco’s hair, yanking his head back so their eyes meet. There’s something frantic in his gaze, something uncertain and desperate.
Pecco swallows, pulse jumping under his skin. Heat and hunger and fear tangled together. “I can feel it,” He whispers into Luca’s open mouth.
Really, Pecco had thought, as Luca had sunk to his knees on the faded carpet, pulling Pecco’s pants all the way down with something like reverence , that zing at the base of his spine practically singing when he’d taken Pecco into his mouth. He’d known then, that it was a feeling you could only get when you were physically, mentally, emotionally connected to your soulmate.
It kind of just felt like Luca was running away.
#vale getting put on grunt work duty every time he makes his ex turned situationship a little mad#pecco and vale staring at each other like what were YOU doing at the devils sacrament (casey stoner stem hell rat lab)#all grad school/research endeavors talked about as vaguely as humanly possible due to my pathological fear of grad school#sorry this took over a month anon i was. experiencing revelations and horrors. let's go with that yeah#pecco/luca#fic talk#motogp fic#my first time putting something on ao3 in five years please be nice to me#also my fist time writing smut in even longer so sorry if it doesn't make any sense lmaoooo#quantum entanglement#anon mail#my writing
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STUPID SHIP MEME DRAWINGS.
I just think they should kiss maybe?
Obsessed (positive??) with the dynamic of guy who betrays his country so he can run off with the militia he's been working with because he gets a case of loyalty feelings so bad he goes and blows himself up X morally upstanding traumatic backstory woman having the worst fucking time of her life (again) who really just needs someone to be as fanatically loyal as possible to her, as a person who is really into the inherent eroticism of the hierarchical military power dynamic focus on loyalty and the use of "yes ma'am" as I love you.
Obsessed (negative) with the propaganda implications that we seem to have ignored of the fact that the three most important people in an arabic woman's life are 2 (two) white guys and her brother, who betrays her and becomes a villain in the later games, and the fucking insidious-ass narrative choice of placing one of said white guys in said militia as like, the tacit fact that this organization is ok only because the western white guys are cool with it. Stop introducing more ULF people just to kill them!!! I SEE YOU WRITERS!!! YOU CAN'T HIDE FROM ME!!!!!!
because, once again, the character dynamic? I am sick for it. He dropped a building on himself for her and then came back???? He came back???? He could have gone anywhere but he came back to her???? I'm unwell. I think I have covid. I need to go lie down.
Anyway my city now my characters now smashing them together like barbies watching that .gif of them staring at each other eighty times reading all the fanfiction goodbye
you shouldn't blow yourself up in the furnace I want to blow myself up in the furnace for you as my own personal choice and you should order me to do it because you're such a good leader what is wrong with youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrgh *gnaws on furniture*
WE DON'T EVEN GET TO SEE HIM COME BACK TO HER. THANK YOU FIC WRITERS YOU KNOW THAT REUNION MUST BE SO ANGST THE COMPLEX DYNAMIC OF SACRIFICING YOURSELF FOR SOMEONE AND MAKING IT OUT AND BACK TO THEM AGAIN!!!!!!! THE GUILT! THE YEARNING! THE LOYALTY! I AM GOING TO EXPLODE.
#faralex#tailor made in a lab to make me specifically crazy#fucking immaculate dog loyalty commander x subordinate dynamic marred by REAL LIFE POLITICAL IMPLICATIONS#especially funny since she keeps being like “I am not your CO” “you do not have to take orders from me”#while alex is like “HOW HIGH DO YOU WANT ME TO JUMP COMMANDER FARAH BABY PLEASE ur so sexy tell me how strong ur moral backbone is hahahaha#biting and maiming the call of duty writers#the dragoon diaries#farah karim#alex keller#farah karim my wife farah karim I love you so much as a character why do they keep doing you dirty#local woman desperately in need of a display of unconditional loyalty receives random american man who will die for her no questions asked#foreign man with moral code like a dead fish (CIA operative for six years) suddenly develops spine (Farah Karim)#Alex is cute but YOU KNOW THAT MAN IS A WAR CRIMINAL BIGTIME#call of duty#call of duty modern warfare 2019#art#dragoon draws#long post
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pov I show you the character with the most devastatingly beautiful lore that forever changed my life and you tell me he sucks js bc he's the antagonist

#gabriel rorke#cod ghosts#call of duty#call of duty ghosts#gabriel t rorke#cod#oc#elias walker#ajax johnson#logan walker#Sigh#thats my dad#not like bio tho#say gex#but I was made in fed lab#yep yep#thats how it works
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modern au mike wheeler, fan of one direction, after classes are done, on his car, remembering how will smiled at other guys during the day: IS YOUR HEART TAKEN? I-IS THERE SOMEBODY ELSE ON YOUR MIND? *twists volume almost all the way up* I'M SO SORRY I'M SO CONFUSED JUST TELL ME- *sobs and bites fist* AM I OUT OF TIME?!
lucas, on the passenger seat: there, there, buddy. let it all out *hands him handkerchief*
he should've, he should've, oh, he should've kissed him~
#mike singing i should've kissed you to the top of his lungs#it ain't that deep but for him it is that deep#will smiling at other dudes? sickening#lucas is on mike duty today bc dustin had to deal with mike last week when that dude from lab made will laugh#byler#byler memes#mike is a gay mess and in pride month? scandalous#mike wheeler#will byers#byler tumblr#gay mike wheeler#bi mike wheeler#mike wheeler wants to kiss will byers#and also sing to 1d tunes to the top of his lungs#we've all been there he ain't special
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Saw a one-off on Tumblr that just casually brought up the AU idea of Bell being Makarov's biological parent from their life in Russia pre-CIA and I would just like to say I am one thousand-percent behind this theory but not as an AU like actually as a headcanon because the timeline would match up perfectly and it would just be insanely cool
#call of duty#black ops cold war#cod black ops cold war#i'm just imagining park and adler talking about bell while they're unconscious in the lab or smth#adler's like “alright what do we know” park just casually drops their real name “(x) makarov/makarova” and their age etc.#“any family?” “one son but we don't know anything about him" LIKE??#it'd be such a small random thing but so cool#at some point adler tells bell a little about their old life and offers to try to find out a little about their son for them HELLO#it's all nice and sweet and stuff EXCEPT IT'S VLADIMIR FRICKIN MAKAROV#like the potential there is crazy#i guess not really a theory so much as a hypothesis since there's like next to no evidence for it aside from the timeline fitting well#but it's a funny little thing to consider and pretend at least#i'm unbelievably tempted to just whip out a drabble about this kshkjwkwjwkjw#i am now going to give my bell design heterochromia in honor of this headcanon
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[ wip, workin on colors ehehe ]
timeskip zero gang!!
(check my "sv timeskip" tag for more info on them :3)
#pokemon#pokemon scarlet violet#pokemon sv#sv timeskip#my art#wip#notes from prev posts abt it + extras:#10 years after game events (scarlet + htaz specifically)#ages - arven 27 nemona 26 penny 24 florian 23#arven's a part time chef at treasury eatery#nemona's top champion (rika takes over chairman duties)#penny's starting a tech security company (while also doing#florian's an adventurer and amateur archaelogist/paleontologist#arven/nemona are engaged but still call each other my wife (arven's been agender butch lesbianified)#(they're also trying to figure out regulations to allow for safe use of paradox pokemon in league battles)#florian's been in an ldr w kieran for a while now#penny has an on/off deal with carmine she doesn't really talk about much#team's gotta come back together to find out why the time machine's back on - why they can't access the zero lab anymore#and why there are robotic pokemon showing up in area zero + paldea
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Bloody Hearts Bingo Day 22
Prompt: Sweet Pea, General | "Hey, babe" and multiple people respond
The Urahara Shoten was always an unusual place to visit, no matter your reason for going there. Kurosaki Isshin knew that fact well- he'd only been a handful of times in the two and a half decades he'd made Karakura Town his home, but each time had reinforced that lesson. When he was visiting for candy (despite the quiet air around the shop, there were a handful of types that came straight from Seireitei that he'd grown attached to, along with a few other small brands that his darling daughters were fond of) it was almost always dead, quiet in the way that discouraged making any unneccesary noise. When he visited for other purposes, it felt even eerier- like a thin layer of skin stretched over some abomination of flesh and metal and things beyond mortal ken.
Isshin hated going there. His Masaki had liked visiting, purchasing little treats with some regularity and chatting with Urahara about all the little things that were going on, and he was fairly certain that she and Ryuuken had used the shop as an in-between so they could stay in contact without either needing to lower their pride to directly apologize, but it had always reminded him of the one time he'd been in the Twelfth's labs- somehow both sterile and filthy, with the looming threat only not killing him or worse because he was worth more to them alive and intact.
What was worse was that the Urahara Shouten was home to one Urahara Kisuke, a wanted criminal and a mad scientist far worse than even Kurostuchi Mayuri. He'd been exiled about a century ago for perverting the souls of eight of his fellow ranking officers, fleeing with the remnants and avoiding all attempts to capture or kill them. He'd emerged out of nowhere to save Masaki after that weird Hollow had attacked her, and he'd been quite helpful- but still, Isshin was wary. Urahara had been unsettling even when he'd been a captain- he'd been friends with Kaien for a bit, and Isshin had met him, and of course seen him at various meetings, and every time he'd walked away with a case of the heebie-jeebies. It had only gotten worse without the evident need to play the naive captain, and now every time he met with Urahara, he felt like he was seconds away from ending up in little pieces.
Still, Isshin had to meet with him every so often- the Final Getsuga Tenshou was the only option to overpower Aizen, no matter what Kisuke thought about his backup plans and other schemes, and it would take some time to explain both how to get Ichigo to pull it off and prepare the tools to teach him. Thus- a distraction for Tsukabishi-san in the form of his amazing, wonderful daughters who were demonstrating their fierce bargaining skills while Isshin slipped back to Urahara's office to discuss things.
He refused to step foot in the lab- he wasn't stupid, he wouldn't descend into Urahara's domain. No, instead he ducked into the half-hidden door to find Urahara sitting at his desk, scribbling away at some mad plan or another. Really, it was a wonder Yoruichi didn't keep a better hold of him- the room was a mess, and considering the number of plans that had gone awry, it was clear that she needed to take a firmer hand on her pet. Useful he might be, but it was the kind that could go amok quickly.
Now, Isshin knew that he hadn't been the best of captains. He'd been meant to hold the position until his dear Kaien-kun could take over, after gaining experience in the Thirteenth, after which Isshin had been planning to either transfer to the Fourth and use the healing skills he actually liked using or retire and take over the Clan Head role, not to be a career officer- it wasn't the life he'd been taught for. He was, however, good enough at planning- especially when this was mostly just ensuring the layout of a single structure, with more details to come as the war shaped itself- to keep half an ear on the world outside his work, even when Urahara had stuck him with paper to write out the equations for the tools to hold back the Cleaner.
And Urahara calling out, "Ratling!" was definitley worth listening to- especially when four responses were heard, from four different places. A glance out the other open door- leading to the rest of the Shouten, a space he'd been in exactly four times- revealed four rather familiar heads poking out of various rooms. It was his Ichigo and his friends.
Being a good father, of course, Isshin waved and called to them, and soon enough there were four teenagers standing just outside the office (which was, of course, too small to fit six people). The explanation made sense- the helpful rats, fetching and carrying and running errands and helping man the shopfront sometimes. It meant that Ichigo had an actual job now, which of course would have him out of the house more- and it would be a good thing to stick with once he'd lost his powers, one more semblance of normality to ensure that he'd live a perfectly normal happy human life, just like Isshin.
He even invited his son's friends over- it would be worth getting to know them better, to see if they'd be ties to normalcy or anchors to the spiritual life that he was going to excise from his eldest. It would work well- apparently, Ichigo was dating one of them (which one, he wasn't quite sure, but he'd figure it out eventually), and he was going to make sure that his son and his partner did well for themselves- after all, love had made him settle down, and surely it would do that for Ichigo once Isshin made sure that the monster that had slipped into his son was long gone. Things were working out exactly as he wanted, and Isshin was very pleased with himself.
#kurosaki isshin#bloody hearts bingo#four little lab rats#bleach#urahara kisuke#isshin is a liar#to himself and to others#and he has lived so long with his delusions and intentional blindness that he has forgotten the real world#mugetsu is not going to happen because kisuke will not break a perfectly good subject like that#isshin wants to strip all the spiritual power out of ichigo#and have ichigo live the same kind of happy human life he did#ignoring the fact that ichigo doesn't want to live that life#and then afterwards become a shinigami the normal way#and take up his duties to the gotei and the shiba clan#like life is a story#except isshin is not in the story he thinks he is#and his plans are going to crumble to pieces#also karin and yuzu were absolutely causing problems while unsupervised#they're just quieter about it than ichigo#tessai loves his little white-collar-crime-indulging gremlins
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Just thinking thoughts out here in ghost land ignore me but if Maths and DCWT no longer occur on the same brane 👀 then WHAT pray tell is the story of the Young and Rush who so clearly end up together at Berkeley in the DCWT universe? Literally begging for the cliff notes on them and/or headcanons cuz I have SO many ideas
#a world in which young goes to fetch rush and just stays is highly unlikely since everything always begins at circuit with the keys#but then again! Rush is the fixed point not Young or Telford - they have different backstories in each - so maybe it could happen#OR maybe young had to go undercover at Berkeley? to get close to Rush to protect him? or because GASP he’s the LA spy???#OR OR maybe young bounced from active duty and is a military/govt consult at Lawrence Berkeley Nat Labs??????? WAIT I LOVE THIS ONE#that is so jucy and enticing literally CWR hit me up any time to spitball (but I’m sure you already sorted it out)#THINKING THOUGHTS#cleanwhiteroom#cwr#DCWT#designations congruent with things#mathematique
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s'more sketches of a handful of ocs !
#sketches#original character#my ocs#oc artwork#jack w the blue hair and fucked up pink eyes: im the main character in case you forgot#guy on the right w the wires is Toshi and im laughing bc im happy w how it turned out but it's just like#yeah buddy you're such a scientist look at you hold those heavy duty wires#everyone in the lab thinks you're so cool
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thee moment i get the chance i am running away from my current job as fast as i can in the opposite direction
#i went to uni to work in a lab without having contact with patients#only for my current job to put me on blood drawing duty for eight hours every day#the stress is literally killing me every day at work is spent fighting tears lmao#dl
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Phillip Graves has one of those little white dogs with the crusty ass eyes
#phillip graves#graves mw2#cod mw2#cod mwii graves#call of duty#i see this man 10 times a day at work#he has still grown on me the little fucker#feel like also a lab
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