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imagining-in-the-margins · 5 years ago

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Here to Misbehave (Pt. 1 | S.R.)

Summary: Spencer meets a girl he can't get enough of at the nightclub, then quickly realizes she is not supposed to be there.

A/N: This work deals with a lot of dark themes. There will be imperfect characters, and they will make mistakes. If you are sensitive, please read each chapter's content warnings carefully and alert me if I am missing any.

This work is undergoing heavy edits. Thank you for your patience!

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: NSFW, 18+ Series Content Warnings: Adults w/ Age Difference (10yr), heavy petting, drinking Word Count: 4.4k

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There are many reasons to come to a nightclub. For some, it's an excuse to find someone to kill their loneliness. For others, it's a chance to escape themselves. I wasn't sure which I was more of that night. All I knew was that I was ready for something, anything to break the monotony.

The pulsing bass reverberated through the floor, and I let it take me somewhere else for a while. I let myself get lost in the crowd of other regrettable people, and I allowed my body to move on instinct, to move to the music without much thought.

It was my birthday, as evidenced by the giant sash my friends insisted on me wearing. If anyone were to ask, I had just turned 21. But, truthfully, I still had another year to go before then.

The strangest part about it was that I wasn't usually the kind of person to make a habit out of breaking the rules. At least, not anymore. But something about the last year had made me stir crazy in a way I couldn't explain.

I could've thought harder about it; I could've found a reason. But I didn't want to.

So, I said, fuck it! Everything happens for a reason, right?

The thought perfectly coincided with a pair of pensive eyes that caught my attention through the sea of people I was surrounded by. A man somehow unlike the others was leaning against the bar, seemingly alone. I thought that it was strange, considering how out of place he seemed. Surely, I thought, he must have come with someone else.

But the way he was looking at me told me that, in the very least, he probably wasn't there with a woman. At least, I'd hoped not.

I almost went to him, but I was stopped by a familiar tapping on my shoulder. My friend was calling my attention to the suddenly relatively empty stage, and not before long she was begging me to join her on it.

I'd never been the best dancer, but I figured it was as good a way as any other to try to get a cute guy's attention. After all, that's what you do in a club, right? As I climbed up with her, I tried to spot him once more. Unfortunately, by the time I gracelessly clambered onto the stage, he'd already moved from his previous position.

'Oh well,' I thought, 'Maybe he hadn't really been looking at me after all.'

Rather than sulking over the loss, I focused on the music again. I swayed my hips to the beat and closed my eyes. I let my hands run up and down my body the way I wished someone else's would. Not just anyone, though. Someone... different. Someone who might almost make me feel like they'd earned it.

I wondered if that strange man could still see me. I wondered if he was still looking.

I wasn't sure how much time had passed, but when I glanced back to the bar for the fifth time in a relatively short period of time, I finally spotted him again. Once he noticed me noticing him, he quickly turned around, and I knew it was my chance.

I scrambled down off the stage, leaving my friends to enjoy themselves among the writhing bodies and blistering heat. I wanted to enjoy a different primal experience.

Strutting right up to the bar next to him, I leaned over the counter and gave a brief, respectful wave to the bartender. Despite not breaking my gaze, I felt the hairs rose on the back of my neck.

I'd caught someone's attention. I didn't look, though. Not yet.

"Gin and tonic, please," I called when the bartender finally made his way over to me. Once he turned back around to make the drink, I knew it was a good time to look over at the stranger beside me.

Unsurprisingly, he immediately pretended he wasn't looking at me.

"Are you checking me out?" I asked just loudly enough that he would undoubtedly be able to hear me over the music.

His embarrassed reaction answered the question in the affirmative, although he unconvincingly insisted, "U-uh, no. No, I'm not."

"Oh," I responded, moving closer to him to prevent someone from separating us. "That's too bad."

He furrowed his eyebrows, and a small smile broke across his face as he asked, "Is it?"

"Well... Yeah," I laughed.

The way we locked eyes was a challenge, and one he seemed to only half accept. When he looked away from my eyes, it felt less like admitting defeat and more like taking me up on the offer to check me out.

He glanced down at my chest, and I moved from my position leaning against the counter to open my chest up for a better view.

"Can you see it well enough?" I teased with a slow gesture down the sash. I couldn't tell if his face was as red as it looked or if it was just the flashing lights playing tricks on me.

The bartender returned before he answered, and I handed him my change as a tip before holding the drink with my hand over the top. I might have been young, but I wasn't trying to get drugged in a club. I tried not to read into him noticing that habit.

"Happy birthday."

His offering seemed genuine, and this time, it was my face that turned burned. I hoped he didn't notice how flustered such an innocent thing made me, but I had a feeling he did.

"How old are you now?" he followed up, and I realized that I didn't really want him to know. Not the truth, anyway. Still, something about the way his eyes scanned every motion I made just made me feel like he could tell if I was lying.

"A year older than the last."

It wasn't a lie, after all, and he seemed to think it was funny. Behind me, a person was struggling to fit into the crowd at the bar. The somewhat unwelcome result was pushing me closer to the stranger I was quickly becoming acquainted with. But thankfully, when he reached out, he did so respectfully. His grip on my arm was gentle, but enough to stabilize my obviously struggling self.

"Thanks," I said with a bit of a laugh, trying not to seem dramatically inexperienced at this scene. "I'm not used to wearing heels."

He seemed so comfortable despite the chaos. So paradoxically confident yet timid.

"What's your name?" I asked, and he was more than happy to respond.

"Dr. Spencer Reid."

Something was so charming about the way he kept his honorific, which would usually have been irritating. He didn't seem to want to brag about it. He'd just announced it like it was a deeply ingrained aspect of his identity.

"Doctor? You seem pretty young for that," I playfully noted. Not that I was bothered by the prospect of an older man. I sipped on my drink as I waited for a bit of clarification, and his eyes continued to flit back to my lips every couple of syllables.

"Well, if you're talking about a Doctor of Medicine, I'm 30, which is actually the average age a person would be when they complete their residency. But most people with MDs will call themselves doctors after they graduate, so really, I wouldn't be too young at all."

I nodded along as he spoke, wondering if this kind of information dump was common for him. It was... kind of endearing.

Before I could get a word in edgewise, he continued to clarify, "But I'm not that kind of doctor. I have three PhDs; mathematics, chemistry, and engineering. I also have a BA in psychology as well as sociology."

I waited another second to make sure he was finished, and also because I was suddenly feeling quite intimidated. His strange socialization method made sense with his PhD subjects, and the bachelor's explained why he was so observant.

Something told me he didn't need to be told he was impressive.

"What about you? What's your name?" he finally asked, and I realized I never told him my name.

"(Y/n). No honorifics, unfortunately. Not yet."

"(Y/n)," he smiled, repeating it back to me and adding, "It's a nice name."

Uncomfortable talking about myself in light of the foregoing, I opted for a different topic.

"You don't seem like this is your first time in a club."

"Yeah, it's not. I have to go to them occasionally for work. I also grew up in Vegas, so they were kind of... everywhere," he chuckled.

When he raised his glass to his lips, I noticed that the distinct lack of color to his. I didn't mention it. There were so many reasons someone would prefer water, assuming that's what it was, including the basic desire to not be hung over the next day.

"What kind of work regularly takes you to a nightclub?"

I was genuinely curious, but I wouldn't get the answer. At the same time I asked the question, I felt a very strong pressure digging into my arm and yanking me away from the bar.

"Hey there beautiful, why'd you leave the dance floor?"

I didn't even recognize the very drunk man slurring the question to me. He looked like every other generic, idiotic brute that I had encountered through the night.

"Because I don't want to fucking dance with you," I answered as matter-of-factly as I could while seeing nothing but white-hot rage.

I could see Spencer's demeanor change, like he was about to do something. I shot him a warning glance that this was not his fight, and was pleasantly surprised that he'd respected it. I had gotten quite comfortable with this part of being out on the town.

"Come on, don't be like that," the man barked.

I pulled my arm away. Half of my drink sloshed onto the sticky floor below, but I didn't care. I wasn't going to be drinking it now, anyway.

"I said no," I said in a much louder voice, lifting my foot high enough for it to hurt when I drove the pointed heel directly into his foot. "And don't fucking touch me!"

Before I could throw what was left of my drink onto the asshole, I felt Spencer's much gentler touch. His arm wrapped around my waist as he stepped between me and the man and hurriedly guided me away from the guy and to a nearby table. As soon as I could reach it, I climbed onto a chair at the high top, rubbing my arm where it had begun to raise in welts from his nails.

"What a fucking dick!" I yelled, still fuming from the unwelcome contact.

In stark contrast, Spencer's very warm hand cupped my face, tilting it to look up at him.

"Are you alright?"

It felt like time stopped when he looked at me. Like the earth had halted in its tracks. My perception of the otherwise energetic music seemed to slow down, and the sounds of the crowd drowned away. I wasn't able to focus on anything other than the pounding of my heart and that tried to break through bone cages to find him.

'God, I must be drunk.'

"Hey, are you okay?" he repeated, and I finally snapped back to reality.

With a simple nod, I was suddenly no longer angry at the asshole who had caused the moment to happen.

"Yeah," I mumbled, "Thanks."

"Does that happen to you often?" he asked with a strange mixture of concerned and angry that honestly looked pretty damn attractive on him.

"Unfortunately. Most guys don't like being told they aren't your type. Especially if they aren't used to it."

"I wouldn't know," Spencer shrugged with a gentle laugh, "I'm pretty used to it."

A welcome bit of self-deprecating humor. He moved his hand, and I hated to admit that I'd already missed the warmth of it.

"Well, I don't know why you're used to it. I think you're pretty cute."

The statement was fueled by the alcohol, but it was still true. He wasn't joking about being used to a lack of desire. Seconds after I'd complimented him, he shifted uncomfortably. I tried not to read too far into it. I hoped it was how he would've responded to anyone.

"Thanks..." he started, shoving his hands in his pockets as he struggled to find something to do with them now that they weren't touching me. "But I feel like an asshole now."

I raised my eyebrows and chuckled at the strange response to a compliment.

"Why?"

"I uh, I lied to you earlier."

My attention piqued, I turned my body towards him and leaned forward to hear him better.

"Oh? To which question?"

He released a hand from his pocket, running it through his hair as he worked up the courage to look at me while he spoke.

"The... first one you asked."

I couldn't help but laugh. All of the air in my lungs was quickly drained by his absolutely endearing honesty. The way he just had to admit that he had been checking me out, as if I didn't already know.

"You are absolutely adorable, Spencer Reid."

He reacted much better to that compliment, although he seemed confused when I held my hand out for his.

"Come here," I instructed.

When he didn't listen, I reached my fingers out to grab his forearm and proceeded to tug him towards me. He took the few steps forward, and I took a moment to appreciate that his height granted me perfect access to his face from the high top.

I bit down on my lip as I glanced between beautiful eyes and his lips that parted softly. I heard his breath come faster the closer I came.

Without moving away, he asked, "What are you doing?"

While wondering if it was possible for him to do anything without being charming, I tightened my grip on his arm and looked up at him with the most lustful look I could muster.

"Well, I guess I'm going to kiss you. I hope that's alright."

"Why?" he asked.

An equally charming and maddening response, to which I just gave a small shrug. His eyes glanced back and forth, clearing trying to read between the lines of my own gaze. I let him. He didn't seem to have any follow up questions or reservations, so I used my free hand to pull his face to mine.

When our lips met, I was transported back to the dance floor in my mind. I could feel the vibrations shaking every inch of the club, but it was nothing compared to the butterflies erupting in my stomach. His hands returned to my face shortly after, and when his tongue slipped into my mouth it was the only confirmation that I got that he had also been drinking.

The taste of vodka and gin mixed, creating a cocktail of alcohol and hormones between us. A small moan escaped my lips at the thought, and part of me hoped he could feel it distinct from the bass. I wanted him to know the effect he had on me. Because, as it turned out, he wasn't just cute and smart, he was an incredibly talented kisser.

Not wanting to stop yet, I hooked a leg around the back of his knee and increased my hold on him. He lowered a hand to grab onto my thigh, and I gasped at the contact. I wondered if this was his first time making out in a club, because it was certainly mine.

Selfishly, I hoped I could be a first of something for him. Realistically, I knew it was unlikely. He was just too damn good at this.

Spencer began to retreat from the kiss, and before he could leave entirely, I bit down on his lower lip. The last, lingering contact seemed to have its desired effect, as he looked down at me like there was nothing else that he wanted more in this world than to keep kissing me.

"Was that a good enough reason?" I asked.

Instead of using words, he just kissed me again in response, with more pressure and less reserved. It was an answer I was more than happy to accept. His grip on my leg tightened, and it was nothing like the way other men grabbed me. When we broke apart this time, I knew it was time. I had to make my move.

"Come outside with me," I begged.

He seemed not to have expected any invitation, especially such a vague one. Nonetheless, he nodded and stepped back enough to let me hop out of the chair. His hand in mine, I led him through the crowd. He never let go. Not even when we got outside.

The air felt cool and crisp in comparison to the stuffy club. My ears were still ringing, and I wondered if we would sound the same to each other now that we weren't practically screaming. I let out a laugh from pure nerves, excited to be alone with him, but also not really ready to have this conversation.

Of course, he thought I was cute, but I was still a stranger. What if he wasn't actually all that interested and decided to ditch me? That would be embarrassing.

"Heeeeyyy! (Y/n)! How's it going?!" A familiar voice sounded from over by the smokers.

It wasn't one of my friends, per se. More like a friend of a friend. A very drunk and very excited acquaintance. I finally let go of Spencer's hand but glanced back to let him know to follow me over.

I stayed at a modest distance as I called back, "Hey, how's it going, John?"

"Goin' pretty fucking great," he slurred, and I laughed at how hammered he had managed to get in a couple of hours.

"Sounds like it."

"So, how's 20 treating you so far?"

Now, this is the point where I have to admit to myself and everyone else, that I am not the cleverest person. Because the question seemed so normal, and I was expecting it so much, that I seemed to have forgotten that I was not, in fact, old enough to be at this club.

So, without thinking, I responded, "Pretty fucking great."

To Spencer's credit, he didn't say anything, but I could feel his eyes burning into the back of my skull. It took me another second to realize what I had just admitted.

Fuck.

I was too scared to turn around. He seemed to know that I wasn't going to address it, and he wasn't the kind of person to make a scene. So when his hand grabbed mine again, and I felt the insistence in his grasp, I knew that I was utterly and completely fucked.

I grimaced to John, who just burst out laughing before yelling, "Oooh, jailbait got busted!"

My head fell backwards as I groaned, letting Spencer begin to drag me away from the crowd as I shouted back, "I'm not jailbait, you dick!"

Following the boy I actually wanted to be with, I tried not to give up hope yet. In a twisted sort of way, I was actually somehow looking forward to the lecture I was definitely about to receive. Seconds after we'd turned the corner into the small alley, he had me backed against a wall.

"What the fuck was that?!" his voice was hushed, although he was clearly still yelling.

I bit down on my lip to stop myself from laughing at his attempts to be scary when his voice was still cracking. I raised my shoulders to shrug, but he continued his ranting.

"You're only twenty?! You can't be here!"

"Well, actually, we're in an alley, which I'm totally allowed to be in."

He did not appreciate my humor.

"You know exactly what I mean. You're not old enough to be at a club, and especially not drinking! What were you thinking?"

He looked so delectable when he was angry, I wasn't sure how he'd expected me to take him seriously. Resting my head against the brick wall behind me, I looked up at him with a bored expression.

"What are you, a cop?"

I honestly wasn't anticipating a genuine response, so when he responded, "An FBI special agent, actually," all I could think was, "Oh shit, really?"

"Yeah, really, (y/n)!" he yelled back, taking a step back when my arms immediately fell from their defensive position.

"That's so cool!" I answered with equal enthusiasm, which he still, clearly, did not like.

"What are you saying? That is not cool! None of this is cool!"

"I mean, I think it's pretty cool."

"I could have you arrested! I should have you arrested!"

The way I raised my eyebrows and smiled was clearly not the reaction he wanted, but I could tell he was intrigued by it. He paused, and I licked my lips with a wicked grin.

"You gonna cuff me, Special Agent?"

I saw his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed and he continued to distance himself from me. I took a step forward to maintain the gap.

"Wait, is it Special Agent or Doctor? I need to know now."

Before I could get too close to him, he had pressed his hand against my shoulder, pushing me back against the wall.

"Cut it out! Stop trying to distract me," his voice was stern, but his breath was ragged. One of my hands devilishly snuck up, wrapping around his arm that was holding me against the wall. "It's not going to work," he warned.

I didn't believe him. I could also tell that, despite the words, he did not want me to stop.

"How am I distracting you, Special Agent Dr. Reid?"

He could tell what I was doing, but he couldn't stop himself from falling for it.

"Is my proximity distracting you?"

I was pushing his buttons, very purposefully and with a very specific goal. I wanted to see what happened when he broke.

"N-No, that's not—"

I cut him off once more, leaning forward against his hand, dragging my nails against the skin of his arm.

"Do you want to kiss me again?" I asked.

He had to think about the answer, and that angry, tempted face left me burning. I rubbed my legs together in anticipation, and he seemed to notice the subtle movement. With the strength I could muster, I inched his hand against my shoulder lower, letting him feel my heart racing above my breast.

"You do," I responded to my own question, recognizing his silence as assent.

I met his eyes in another challenge, knowing this time would be much easier than the last. He was already hooked.

"Well then, Dr. Reid. You have at least two options. You can either dig out your work issued handcuffs, haul me downtown and explain what exactly happened between you and a drunk twenty year old girl at the club..." the pressure on my chest lessened as he obviously considered what it would require of him. "You can help them with all of the paperwork, prematurely ending the night, leaving me in a jail, and go home alone... "

The compassion in his eyes was clear, and I knew it was a bit unfair of me to go for such low hanging fruit. He was a good man. He was just trying to follow the rules. He didn't want to hurt me. Unless I asked for it, perhaps.

"Or you can get into an Uber with me to go somewhere else, and I'll let you do whatever you want with mine. Or yours. I'm fine with either."

"My pair, or my place?" he asked, much to my surprise and excitement. I could feel the rush of blood in my ears, but I begged it to be quiet. I hadn't closed the deal yet.

"So you're considering it?"

He finally released his hold on me, but he didn't move away. In fact, he moved closer. Close enough to me that I could almost feel the body warmth radiating from him. I couldn't look down yet, but I was pretty sure what I'd find bulging between his legs.

"I-I... I don't know."

An honest answer, albeit disappointing. My puppy eyes demanded a clearer one. He obeyed their call.

"I'm a law enforcement agent that just caught you in a crime, since I'm assuming you got into that club with a relatively convincing fake ID that I'm certain you still have on you."

I nodded, still unsure where he was going with this monologue.

"I should be arresting you, or at least taking you somewhere safe, not... coming back with you for..."

He trailed off, and I smirked a bit at his inability to finish that thought.

"And yeah, I figured you were young but... I'm ten years older than you."

"And?" I finally asked, wanting him to get to the point that I had figured out, just so I could turn it down.

Spencer took a deep breath before admitting, "I don't want to take advantage of you. I get that there is no sudden change in your brain when you turn twenty one, but the younger you are, the less developed your prefrontal cortex is. Your judgment, your impulse control, the ability to truly anticipate the consequences of your actions, that won't be fully developed for at least another five years!"

He would have kept going, but I had already planned for this response. My hand on his arm jerked him forward, pulling his crotch directly into my other waiting hand. Completely on brand for him, a small yelp sounded as I gently palmed his erection.

With an innocent smile, I whispered, "Dr. Reid, I don't think you're the one taking advantage here."

His features were contorted into an infuriated, yet pleased mess. After another very brief moment of contemplation, he gave into the temptation I was dangling in front of him, laying a deep, frustrated kiss on my waiting mouth.

When we separated, he practically panted into my mouth, "Do you have a hotel room?"

Giggling, I nodded.

"I guess I'll call that Uber now."

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sweet-pinkitty · 4 years ago

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invertedfate · 5 years ago

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Random Ask Dump - Anniversary Edition (50+ REALLY OLD ASKS!)

Going through OLD AND CRUSTY ASKS to try and chip away at the inbox. HERE WE GOOOO...

That’s an interesting idea, and I could run it by Cake, but I think it would honestly be a LOT to track from a programming perspective. Especially ‘cause killing Sans is gonna result in a “bad ending,” so to speak.

An attempt was made by Undyne to have all three hang out at the same time. Papyrus was SUPER EAGER. ...but one thing led to another and there were many messy explosions of chemicals and lots of smoke. Alphys had to step in before things got out of hand. It was all very daunting for her. Pap and Undyne are VERY LOUD, VERY AMBITIOUS PEOPLE.

I actually have some ideas of some side comics I may do at some point! :o It’s just that right now there’s a lot going on.

I need to poke Carni about that at some point. He’s just been very busy with other projects!

Clearly he’s standing on the “out to lunch” sign.

I wanna say that it’s very possible in theory. :o It probably affects them differently since monsters’ emotional state affects their magic and their physical state.

I do like little easter eggs like that, though I’m not sure where I’d fit it in atm just ‘cause I already showed Pap’s room, haha.

I made the chase theme for Mad Dummy as well as Mad Mew Mew’s battle theme. @pinewsun made the battle theme for Mad Dummy, and @thomasthepencil made the Season Dude battle theme and MD’s overworld theme. :o

That’s a really fascinating conundrum! You’re absolutely right- if IF was a standalone game, then from a writing standpoint, having more subtle implications would make sense! The reason I chose a different approach for IF is because it’s set after Flowey’s already known to be evil and I like to give different POVs rather than stick to just Frisk’s.

That’s an interesting thing, actually- both fights lean heavily on the fourth wall. Both are treated as climaxes for their given routes. It’s funny because Asriel’s fight is a lot more straightforward and less meta by comparison.

I agree! The thing with Papyrus is that he’s extremely powerful- he just doesn’t want to kill. But it’s a deliberate choice not to kill- he’s able to force his attacks to do next to no damage. He’s also pretty darn crafty, as he made the Gauntlet himself. It really is just a case of Undyne’s personal biases and concern for him.

That was a deliberate choice. :O Papyrus is very influential toward Frisk. He is best skeleboi.

Papybot loves you, anon! He just wants to feed you WHOLESOME SPAGHETTI!!!

It is possible to whistle through teeth. ...alternatively, magic. As for the music, Undertale implies that the music is heard! Maybe it’s just... a thing that exists in this world. Or it’s just meant to be a silly meta joke. I try to keep it somewhat ambiguous other than occasional nods to it. Chara’s pants are lighter because I just... felt like it, I guess? Haha. I wanted their feet and pants to stand out more from each other, so they have khaki pants. As for the Undyne fight being animated, well, this ask is old by now, but Sparks was the one who was down for it.

Well, the teaser’s been out for a long time now, but that’s the idea! It’s also why this has been in production for so long. The Determinator has some really over the top attacks (that weren’t even shown in the teaser), and Sparks animated in Photoshop. That’s how hardcore he is.

Shhhhh. Don’t give me ideas. I’m already slacking on Tem Village. :P

Sometimes I do have slumps and burnouts (see Antipode’s lengthy hiatus), but breaks lead to me being refreshed and coming back with even more enthusiasm than before!

Oh, there are a lot of these throughout the comic. For instance...

Flowey appears in a few background shots in the Ruins!

When Sans says “or maybe...” he looks at the empty flower pot. This was one of the earliest bits of foreshadowing about who created Flowey, and nobody noticed it at the time!

The MTT vending machines initially look like this but have helpful items.

And then they look like this, with an angry face and pose- Mad Dummy has possessed them!

As of Part 38, it’s been revealed that he did first meet Asgore as “Santa.” As for whether or not he knows the truth, time will tell. :o

Oh, these are excellent suggestions for calls! I’ll try to keep these in mind.

So, I believe Glyde uses the Mysterious Door motif. Jerry uses the motif in its battle theme- I believe it’s a mix of original motif and Wrong Number song?

Sans is a master of power napping. He probably gets a decent amount of sleep, though.

There are a lot of ways to interpret Pap’s lack of sleep! In IF, he can get by without it, but he also has a lot of reasons to avoid sleeping. Some reasons include productivity but also due to a looooot of heavy baggage. More on that later.

I think sleep can definitely make monsters healthier. Rest = better mental health as well as physical health, and with how important mental and emotional help is for monsters, that’s very important!

They just really like socks. Socks are warm. Socks are slinky. And googly eyes are the best. So they took on the form of a really eccentric sock puppet and sock collector. Scandalous.

It also has Alphys’ motif, as the two are the leaders of the royal guard!

I would say the lack of Asgore as an influence has left Undyne slightly less grounded? Like, she had Toriel and Gerson in her life, but her relationship with Toriel is... definitely not quite as close? Like, Toriel by that point kept people at an arm’s length due to losing multiple children (including one from old age). So, while they were on friendly terms until the aftermath of the DT experiments and the tapes’ release, it was more like mutual respect and a sorta professional relationship with Undyne admiring Toriel and wanting to spare her from more heartache.

That is a really interesting idea. While that didn’t happen, I do need to maybe revisit the grumpy dog at some point or another. He’s still a lil’ salty.

I think in terms of layout it won’t change much, but there will be new/different content for sure. :O

Mad Dummy’s base design is mostly original, but she has a wig + headband from DIO from Jojo Part 3! Fun fact: While MTT has Kamina shades, Papyrus’ goggles are loosely based on Simon from Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann in terms of color. :O

So basically, when Asriel defeated Frisk, he had the power over the timeline to reset it as he pleased- in theory. However, that power was overwhelming for him, and due his lack of understanding OF said power and one last ditch attempt at resisting from Chara, things went wrong.

There is a track that takes some inspiration from Rage Awakened. It’s not released, and it’s not exact, but it won’t be released for a WHILE. Like until the part comes out.

I think it’s just the fact that tacos are so random. Like, my biggest beef in that regard was that OG Underswap had a lot of arbitrary replacements for things in UT and not all of them made sense. Like, if Sans was to make a foreign food, ramen would’ve made more sense due to Alphys being weeb trash, haha.

Okay, so the rough timeline iiiis... Falling: - Cyan - Green - Orange - Blue - Purple - Yellow Dying: - Cyan - Orange - Blue - Purple - Yellow - Green

You know, it’s funny because this ask is super old, but that’s basically sorta what happened. :O It became a beach-themed resort.

Never forget MTT fangirl Temmie’s pool escapades.

I think Forgespring for me because I had to make the tileset myself (it took a few months, I think?), but Aquarius was definitely in the works for a while. But once I had the tileset from Fours, the rooms were very easy to design!

That woulda been pretty rad! Maybe I can find another spot for it one day, haha.

I think for Dohj, I’d have to check with Fours, but I’m certainly not opposed at some point? Right now, the following chars can take questions: - Frisk - Papyrus - Sans - Undyne - Alphys - Napstablook - Mettaton - Asgore - Chara - Flowey

Cyan appears in Part 45! :O No answer about orange for now, tho.

I do have vague ideas for Tem village. I just haven’t had time to go back and do it.

Stay tuned and you may find out! :O

Hmmmm... I had a lot of fun with MTT SPIRAL and the Determinator, tbh. They were both very time consuming, but I love how they came out! Also, buff Jerry.

Turnabout Storm. :)

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It’s a really awesome fan crossover that works way better than it should. :P

None taken! We know that with headcanons, everyone is gonna have their own interpretations. These are just the voices we liked for Fireglobe Production, but everyone has their right to their favored interpretations!

Yeah, Knight Knight is one of the coolest CORE mercs in the original game. It was fun to repurpose them for Inverted Fate as royal guards. :o It made room for unique encounters in the CORE in the form of them robots- as Undyne would rather use machines than other monsters to do her work.

Personally, I see it as an Asriel motif, but I also acknowledge that at one point it WAS gonna be an Asgore motif. Toby has a habit of just using whatever music works for a scene (see sans. at the snail farm.)

I do have a few ideas, though I won’t say for what yet. :o

He’s likely made blueprints for that train. :P

It probably would just have different flavor text/progression!

So basically, I treat the starting motif for BAaTH/Power of NEO is just a “true hero” motif.

MTT is definitely major in IF! As for whether or not he’ll have a hangout, time will tell. There’s definitely more to resolve with him, though.

I’m gonna remake at least a few of the older tracks, including Regret. My goal is just to bring the OST to a similar standard of quality.

So, animated parts coming up: Part 47, Part 49, Part 50. There may be some other parts, but we’re gonna wanna scale things back for a little bit for the sake of all our sanities.

I go with both. ;)

Honestly, probably fairly similar to the bully fight in the Ruins- which is why I ultimately decided not to do one. Both fill similar archetypes, though I think if I did do a battle, I woulda still had Flowey interrupt at the end and scare them off.

It’s a very emotional scene. Far more tragic than her geno death, IMO.

Well, the main goal in that regard is the remasters (Part 9 is in progress). Otherwise, I do think these hiatuses are good for working ahead. I’ve still gotta do more work, though, because my buffer this time around is a lot smaller from the trial-hiatus buffer. Alas!

Honestly, the website is the best thing to happen to IF. It’s allowed us to do so much with the comic’s presentation that would be impossible with imgur. NORIX IS THE BEST...

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fanfictionaries · 5 years ago

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Playing the Game - Chapter 1

Summary: When aspiring writer Grace Caulder is met with financial troubles, she finds herself reluctantly limping back to a life she never thought she’d go back to. The new personal assistant for two of the most successful Managing Directors in New York investment banking, Grace can’t help but feel disgusted with herself and everyone around her. Struggling to come to grips with childhood memories and an eerily familiar boss, Grace tries to find out just who she is and who she loves?

Steve Rogers wasn’t always the high powered, elite business he was today. No. At one point he was a skinny, little kid, fresh out of Brooklyn, just trying to make it through the daily torment of high school bullies. And his biggest tormentor just became his new personal assistant. Now’s his chance to get his revenge. But, is everything he thought he knew about her, true?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC

Warnings: Swearing, Smut, NSFW/18+ only, Darkish

Author’s note: First chapter is up! Please, please, please let me know what you think!

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Have you ever woken up and found yourself possessed by the imminent feeling of greatness? You roll over in your bed, well-rested and content, the sun shining through your windows, the birds chirping outside, and you know that it is going to be your day. A great day. A life changing day.

Well, that was exactly the opposite of how Grace Caulder felt the morning of her first day at Stark Investments. In fact, her emotions could probably be placed somewhere between puking and flinging herself off the fire escape of her fourth story walkup. But, seeing as she’d never had a weak stomach and the fall not being nearly high enough to kill her, she did neither. No, instead she laid there, a writhing mess of self-pity with just a dash of self-loathing, before dragging her butt out of bed and getting ready.

As her tall, black stilettos clicked audibly across the marble lobby floor of one of New York’s most esteemed investment banking institutions, Grace tried to put herself in a state of mind similar to her surroundings. Men in sharp suits and cutthroat smiles eyed her up and down and in return, she flashed them an award winning smile, her red lips parting to reveal the perfectly straight, white teeth her parents had spent so much money on. Money. The whole building reeked of it. Not literally, but as she wedged herself in between designer suits and handbags, before the doors of the elevator closed, she couldn’t help but feel like she was sixteen again.

She was alone when the elevator chimed, and the doors opened revealing the 35th floor. Clean lines and a grey monochromatic color palette filled the space in front of her. Marble, glass, and minimalist furniture created a sense of movement and growth. It was futuristic. Innovative. No nonsense. It evoked a feeling of success. Walking straight to the front desk with as much poise and elegance as she could must up, she smiled, “Good morning Natasha.”

“Well look who it is. I’ll let Marie know that you’re here,” said the receptionist, her tone monotonic and expression bored, as she pressed in a number, paused for a few moments, and then spoke into the mic piece of her headset.

“Maria. Grace Caulder is here. Perfect, I’ll let her know.” She ended the call, turning her attention back to Grace.

“She’ll be out in a second—” she paused, looking Grace up and down before a small smile spread across her face “—You know, I was hoping you’d get the job. Out of all the miserable little creatures that walked through here, you were the only one that seemed acceptable enough for the position. I mean, you seriously should have seen the people that Maria had interviewing! I was beginning to think we were doing some sort of outreach program.” Rolling her eyes dramatically, she adjusted the sleeves of her cream colored blouse. Grace smiled at her in amusement, admiring her dark red hair and the way that every curl was perfectly swept into a French twist. Truthfully, she had always wished she possessed the same deep shade of auburn and not her coppery shade.

“You know, I love your blouse Natasha. Is that from Miu Miu’s new spring collection?” She leaned over the front desk a bit to get a better look as Natasha eyed her devilishly.

“Gracie, dear, you are a woman after my own heart. I should have known when you walked in here with genuine Prada donning your pretty little feet, we’d be best friends. We should get lunch some time. I know a great, little tapas place right down the stree—”

“Grace?” Turning, she saw Maria walking towards her. An older woman yes, but she hardly looked it; everything about her was primped and manicured. Grace’s eyes followed her long, sharp acrylics as they tucked a piece of her jaw length mahogany hair behind her ear. Grace took the perfectly manicured hand in her own and shook it firmly.

“Lovely to see you again Maria. I just wanted to thank you for this opportunity, really,” she kissed ass. She hated herself a little for it, but she did it anyway. It’s what these kinds of people responded to best.

“Oh, the choice was obvious Ms. Caulder. I mean with your level of professionalism and your references! Not to mention when I found out who your father was…well how could I not?” Maria finished, placing her hands on her narrow hips.

Grace fidgeted a little, uncomfortable with the mention of her father. She should have known that they would make the connection.

“Well, come this way. I’ll take you to your new office and show you where everything is. Mr. Rogers should be in around noon. He had a few early morning meetings today across town,” Maria informed her as they walked across the lobby and around the corner. Rogers…every time she heard the name something pulled in the pit of her stomach and the back of her head. Something was so familiar about the name, but for the life of her she couldn’t quite place it.

“And Mr. Barnes?” Grace asked as they entered a small office. Just big enough for a desk and a single bookshelf. Behind the desk was a window overlooking the city. There had to be some perks to the position. She placed her purse carefully on the desk and hung her jacket up a hook on the wall before adjusting her silk blouse.

“Well, he’s in right now actually. Shall we go say hi?” Maria suggested as she turned back towards the hallway, not waiting for an answer.

With their heels click-clacking in syncopation, they walked towards past office after office. Grace wasn’t the only personal assistant on this floor. In fact, the 35th floor was one of three floors at Stark Investments that housed the Managing Directors and their immediate personnel. However, she was the only personal assistant to Mr. Barnes and Mr. Rogers, the two highest paid MDs in the company. Reaching the end of the hall, Maria knocked on the door of the corner office.

“Come in!” called a muffled voice from the other side.

Grace followed the older woman through the door to find a bright, inviting space. Floor to ceiling windows showcased all of New York’s financial district and then some. The office still possessed the same modern flair, but little touches here and there made it feel warmer. A picture frame here, a knick-knack there. Her eyes focused on Mr. Barnes as he stood from his desk. He was tall, and broad through the shoulders, but not overtly imposing. She eyed his suit. Expensive but simple. His face was clean shaven, and his brown hair was cropped short on the sides, the longer hair on top gelled back. There was no denying that he was an attractive man, but so were a lot of people in this business. Good looks and charisma often got you just as far as smarts and a cutthroat attitude.

As he walked towards them, it was with the air of someone who held a level of self-assuredness. Not cocky, but confident. Mr. Barnes was from money. Only someone who had known the comfort of money all their lives could hold that level of ease and look so relaxed in such a high-stress position. He eyed Grace up and down before addressing Maria, “Who is this? You know it’s not my birthday for another month.”

Maria gave him a stern look.

“Joking as always,” Mr. Barnes replied, tongue in cheek.

Grace watched as Maria relaxed, “We just stopped by because I wanted to introduce you to my new replacement.”

“Replacement? So soon?”

“Well, I leave for Amsterdam next week. I figured it was acceptable timing,” said Maria, raising an eyebrow in challenge.

“Right, of course. I guess I just let time slip away from me. Haven’t quite accepted that you’re leaving us.”

“Speaking of which, don’t forget the party is this Thursday. You and Sophia are coming, correct?”

“Of course! Wouldn’t miss it for the world!”

Grace fidgeted in her heels, catching Mr. Barnes’ eye.

“How rude. Sorry doll,” apologized Mr. Barnes. “James Buchanan Barnes. Pleased to have you on board.” He shook her hand firmly, the exuding stench of businessman charm nauseating her. He would be the kind to his personal assistant, whom he’d just met, something like doll.

“Grace Caulder, it’s a pleasure to meet you Mr. Barnes,” she smiled big, making sure to maintain eye contact.

“Oh please, call me Bucky.”

The sound of the door behind them opening abruptly and then slamming took Bucky’s attention away from her. A deep voice, irate and resounding filled the room.

“Buck, I’ve just come from JPMorgan and you would not believe the absolute shit that—”

“We have company Stevie—” Bucky interrupted “—come here and meet our new assistant.�� He seemed to be completely unfazed to the loud and aggressive man that had just entered the room. Turning around to meet her second and decidedly angrier boss, Grace froze.

“Steven?” Grace choked out quietly in disbelief.

The tall, blue eyed ghost of her past gave her a look of confusion, “Pardon? Have we met?”

Shaking her head, Grace collected herself, smoothing her hands down her black pencil skirt and stepping forward.

“Sorry. Um, no. Grace Caulder, your new assistant. It’s very nice to meet you Mr. Rogers.”

“I swear to god Wanda, it was terrifying. I’m pretty sure I saw my entire adolescence flash before my eyes!” said Grace as she sunk the sharp chef’s knife through another carrot, cutting the pieces julienne.

“Oh, come on G.C., you’re being a little overdramatic, don’t you think?” Wanda scoffed from her place in front of the stove.

“No! I don’t! You don’t get it Wanda. You didn’t know me back then,” she shuddered at the thought. Grace Caulder. Queen Bee Bitch of Trinity.

“I know you’ve probably blown it out of proportion over the years,” said Wanda tasting the tomato sauce in front of her before adding a dash of salt. Wanda, Grace’s roommate of three years, did most of cooking in the apartment. After several instances of near fatal stovetop fires, they both decided it was safer that way. That being said, Grace could wield a kitchen knife like no other and so she often covered salads and sous chef responsibilities. It was a nice give and take that they participated in.

“I mean, you couldn’t have been that bad,” Wanda continued.

“You would have hated me,” Grace responded, pointing the tip of her knife in Wanda’s direction before stabbing it down into the wooden cutting board. Wanda side-eyed her, challenging her statement with a look.

“I was the head cheerleader, took my daddy’s limo to school every day, and made girls cry for sport,” Grace responded, deadpan.

“Alright…maybe I would have hated you a little.”

“I’m pretty sure a couple girls transferred because of me.”

“Well I’m just going to argue that you’re a pretty awesome person now, so I don’t think you should beat yourself up about it. You were young. People grow; they change,” said Wanda, walking past her to grab two plate from the cupboard. They dished up Wanda’s spaghetti and Grace’s salad before walking to the couch.

“That’s the thing though. I was completely self-aware all those years. I knew what I was doing, and I hated it!” Grace exclaimed before digging into her pasta.

Confusion flash across Wanda’s face as she pressed further, “Then why did you do it?”

Grace finished her bite before taking a deep breath and answering, “Growing up where I did was like being thrown in a shark tank. You either learned to swim or you were eaten alive.”

“So, you learned to swim?”

Grace scoffed, “Worse. I became a shark. God…there was always all this pressure from my mom and dad to look a certain way, act a certain way, be friends with certain people, date certain people. Those people weren’t always the nicest, but if I wanted to make my family proud and keep them off of my back, I had to play nice. Of course, playing nice usually involved an array of status degradation rituals very specific to teenage girls.” She shook her head trying to free herself of the memories.

“G.C. that’s some intense shit. No wonder you don’t like to talk about home.”

“Yea and now that I’m at this new job it just feels…I’m just worried I’m gonna turn back into that person. I mean you wouldn’t believe how easy it was for me to slip my Grace Caulder mask back on. Everyone there just cares about money, looks, and status!” She took another bite of pasta, chewing angrily.

“I’m sorry G.C., if I had known I never would have let you take the job. Quit! Don’t work there, we’ll figure something ou—”

“Don’t—" Grace interrupted. “—I don’t want to hear another word. It’s not your fault they cut back your hours and I’m not gonna let you get a second job while you’re trying to get your Masters.” Grace sighed, looking down at her lap, “I always knew that freelance work wasn’t going to pay the bills forever. Maybe, this is a wakeup call. Maybe I just need to realize that I’m not cut out to be a writer, ya know? It’s a hard career and I probably shot above my head. We need this job. We need the money. I’m not gonna let either of us live on the streets. I can do this. I just need to swallow my pride first…and a whole bottle of pills.”

Wanda gasped, picking up a pillow and hitting Grace with it, “Not funny G.C.!”

“Alright, alright. I’ll stop with the suicide jokes…for now. But seriously, I have a way for us to live comfortably; it would be selfish not to take advantage of it.”

“Okay enough sappiness. I can’t handle it! So, this Steven, are you sure that he’s your new boss?” Wanda asked, putting her plate of pasta on the coffee table.

“I don’t know! I mean, there has to be a million Steve Rogers in the world, and it didn’t seem like he recognized me.” The topic had been melting her brain to mush all day. After their brief introduction, Maria and she had left Bucky and Steve to talk. She hadn’t seen him at all the rest of the day, but her mind kept going back to the absolute lack of recognition in his eyes when they shook hands.

“Well that’s good then! It’s probably not him!”

“Yea, I wish it was that simple. Here, look up ‘Steven Rogers Stark Investments’ on your phone really quick. I’ll be right back.” Grace ran to her room and dug into the back of her closet. After some effort and a lot of dust, she pulled out the item she was looking for. When she reentered the living room, she found Wanda with her eyes glued to her phone.

“You’re in trouble. Why the hell did you not tell me that your new boss is gorgeous?!” she spun her phone around to reveal a picture of him on the cover of Global Finance.

“I’m sorry Wanda. I was a little too preoccupied seeing this when I looked at him,” Grace retorted before opening her old yearbook and thrusting it in her face. It was a page out of the clubs’ section. This particular club was Art Club and there stood Steven. Standing barely five feet tall, thin as a rail and sporting some very ill-fitting, obviously second-hand clothes.

Wanda let out an audible gasp that turned into a giggle.

“Wow. He’s just a little guy!” she turned the yearbook back to Grace. Snatching the book out of Wanda’s hands, she flopped onto the couch next to her roommate.

“Shut up! For your information he happened to be really sweet and smart and funny…” Grace looked down at the face of the boy she had left long behind.

“Oh my god, G.C.! Did you have a crush on him?”

“Yes. Which meant I was worse to him that anyone else. No way I was going to let my friends know I liked Teeny Tiny Rogers.” Grace scrunched her face in distaste.

“Teeny Tiny Rogers? I thought you said you went to a private prep school; doesn’t that require some skill?” Wanda gave her a disappointed look.

“Wealth doesn’t always equate cleverness Wanda.”

She watched as Wanda’s eyes flicked between the yearbook and her phone, concentration on her face. “G.C. they do look a lot alike. I mean, give him a major growth spurt and about ten years in the gym and this could be him…”

She groaned, “That’s exactly what I was hoping you wouldn’t say. So, what do I do?”

“Well…you said he acted like he had no idea who you were. Maybe he’s forgotten?” Wanda suggested.

Grace let the idea bounce around in her head, “I’d like to imagine that he did, but considering the amount of development that happens during that time in adolescence…memories stick. I mean what do you remember most about high school?”

“Elizabeth Germer. She told everyone that I was born with a tail. I had people oinking at me in the hallways for years…okay I get your point.”

Grace buried her face in the pages of Trinity School 2010, “Wanda, this is a disaster!”

“Well maybe he’s forgiven you. Maybe pretending to not know who you were was his way of saying it’s all water under the bridge. I mean, obviously he’s doing okay. More than okay! You’re working for him. He’s won!” Wanda stood, grabbing their empty dishes and walking towards the kitchen. Grace followed her, thinking over her point.

“But what if you’re wrong? How am I going to walk into that office tomorrow and not act like I didn’t torture him for four years? What do I do?” Grabbing a sponge and the soap from under the sink, she turned on the water and began to wash the dishes as Wanda stored the leftovers.

“You want to know what you’re gonna do? You’re going to stop acting like a giant, overdramatic baby and stop whining! You’re going to put on your overpriced, big girl panties, slip on an expensive dress, step into those ridiculously high heels and go to work. Do your job. Act like nothing is wrong. In fact, you’re going to treat him like a complete and total stranger. Okay?” Closing the refrigerator door, Wanda turned to face her, clearly having heard enough on the subject. Grace rinsed the last dish and put it on the wrack before drying her hands. Taking a deep breath, she looked up at her roommate.

“Okay. You’re right. You are completely right. I’m obviously not going to quit so I just need to do my job. Play the game for a little and if I eventually have to face up to what I did then…so be it,” she decided. Wanda walked towards her, arms outstretched, bringing Grace into a big hug.

“Don’t worry G.C. Everything will work itself out. I promise and besides you aren’t even sure it’s the same guy. I mean sure, they look alike but plenty of people do. Maybe you just happened to find his incredibly good looking and successful doppelganger.” Patting her on the back, Wanda walked past her and towards her bedroom. As she stood there, in the kitchen, by herself, Grace wouldn’t help but think about her new boss. Was he the Steven she’d known all those years ago? The sweet and sincere dork. Or was he some freaky ripped lookalike that happened to have the same name? She couldn’t know for sure, but what she did know is that night she laid awake in bed trying to convince herself that incredibly attractive doppelgängers did exist.

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kittymaverick · 5 years ago

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It’s that time of the year again! MCF Moths to a Flame commentary-- Wait, MCF 20 is also in the works????!!!!

Once again, I’m relying on Pazu for the content, so excuse anything I miss in the process. Spoilers below the cut!

1. From the title alone I feel like the MD is... well... taking a certain leap of faith here that they’ll survive. 2. Dang, that elevator ride... if this is the MD agency headquarters, can I say you guys are in desperate need of a full-office renovation? MD: Ever wondered why I drive a buggy? It’s because they don’t have the funds for that, let alone pay me enough for my suffering. 3. “Not a secret passage”. OPEN IT. MD: No. It doesn’t have a lock! OPEN-- MD: How about... this spooky looking archive instead? .....This where they put all your reports of shame? MD: ...Yes. *sobs* 4. Hey, hey guy? Not smoking in the archives is sort of a common sense rule! MD: Hush, our line of work is stressful, alright? 5. I like how you guys just scribble out the FAIL stamps with pencil. Also, did you put up that cut out of the news clipping about Ravenhearst destroyed? MD: My proudest accomplishment... *wipes a tear* Huh, and also mentions of Huxley boarding house-- MD: I’m so sad I didn’t get to burn that place down. 6. ...This wall looks a bit creepy... You happen to have a stalker coworker, MD? MD: I already work with creepy clients and adversaries. Please don’t make my life already harder than it is. Huh, more blueprints... What is it with you and guys that love to make blueprints, huh? MD: ...I attract a certain type-- *NEON LETTERS OF YOU WILL ALL PAY SHOW UP* *ME SCREECHING* 7. Hey MD, just making sure... that guy wasn’t you, right? MD:.... ....Master Detective?.... MD: I can neither confirm nor deny such a speculation. Guys, I TOLD you that MD needed a therapy dog! 8. I swear, television head mannequin has turned into the new MCF mascot. MD: They grow on you after a while, like mold. 9. Omg, there’s an entire cabinet of your cases. MD: Every time I look at that bookcase, I feel like I need another holiday-- So you can get assigned an overseas case! :D MD: ...What has my life come to... 10. ...Wait, only NOW are we getting the intro? Also, ehehe, I see you still got crows following you. MD: A murder is forever following my footsteps, great. 11. “Several top secret files have gone missing from the agency--” MD: Oh, OH... NO ONE ROBS US AND GETS AWAY WITH IT. “To keep a low-profile, we’re sending you alone.” MD: Wait, that’s not... how... I’m getting no back up? RIP Master Detective, you will be sorely missed. :) MD: Is this because we’re not making enough money to pay for two?! LOOK I’LL TAKE THIS PRO BONO LET ME HAVE A PARTNER TO WATCH MY BACK OKAY-- 12. “We have reliable information that the files at are the Zenith Museum of Oddities--” MD: Okay, first, if you know where the files are going, WHY ARE YOU NOT CALLING THE POLICE THAT IS PROBABLY IN CAHOOTS WITH US AND WILL JUST HAND THEM BACK TO US ANYWAY? Second, IT’S A MUSEUM OF ODDITIES AND YOU THINK SENDING ME IS A GREAT IDEA? Third, if it’s some of our top secret files that might be related to oddities, HOW LIKELY IS IT THAT THIS HEIST MIGHT HAVE BEEN ENTIRELY DONE TO DRAW ME TO THE MUSEUM, AND I’M LITERALLY WALKING INTO A DEATH TRAP? ...MD, you keep up that paranoia, and we’re not gonna get a game. MD: I JUST WANT MY SANITY, OKAY. MY HEALTH INSURANCE DOESN’T COVER THAT MUCH THERAPY. 13. “...The museum is abandoned--” Really? MD: Are you sure? Are you absolutely absolutely sure? MD: If the files are there, HOW can it be abandoned? “...You want to lose your badge, detective, cause you’re this darn close.” MD: ............. “The Queen sure do love reading your reports.” MD: I will remember this, director....... *shakes fists* 14. “It’s okay, we’re going to give you a MAC, reserved for the very best--” MD: You’re getting me a Macbook?! 8D “No... it means Mechanical automated companion.” MD: ...But, Mac, Book... It’s okay, MD, it’s okay. Trust me, you don’t want Macs on an important mission where they could just break... That said, I swear, Elf from Mystery Trackers had like a basket of puppies, why couldn’t we have gotten one?! “Can Elf do this?” *Badge transformer* MD: !!!!!!!! ...Okay, you know what, THIS? WAY COOLER. 15. MD: It found something! This could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship-- Ah yes, they gave you a companion cube JUST SO THEY CAN TAKE IT AWAY LATER. >8D MD: Can’t you let me have my happiness for just one, bloody, second?! 16. Hm, a car in the ravine. MAC can’t get inside. If we aim a rock carefully, maybe we can pop the trunk open-- MD: *chucks rock at back window, shattering it* UM, REALLY? MD: Vandalism, a step down from arson, but just as cathartic. 17. Hm, a bike. MD: *eyes shining* Um, MD???? MD: *vibrating on spot* UM. NO YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO COMMIT GRAND THEFT AUTO. MD: dammit. 18. One Chloe Waston... ring any bells? MD: Nope. Right, filing down one NPC as a possible rescue target, if not a body, if not an adversary. MD: The three categories of people I meet on my cases... 19. A place for all great but misunderstood things. MD: Sounds like something a certain family would say about themselves. Mmhmm... 20. Puzzles so far in the first 15 minutes don’t look sketchy. I almost miss the nonsensical ones that scream “Hi, I was built by a madman!” MD: I’m not sure if I should feel safer, or less safe about having an adversary that might actually be sane for once. 21. MD: Place could use a garderner. Victor was a pretty good garderner-- MD: Can you not please Sorry, force of habit. 22. Pazu: Can you see the robot television man? Really? Oh boy that doesn’t bode well-- *Another robot falls from the above* AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH MD: WHERE IS MY BUGGY LET ME OUT OF HERE. 23. TV head: Welcome to the Zenith Museum-- MD: WHY DO YOU SOUND LIKE THE TV MAN FROM ALL THE OTHER PLACES??? Maybe they mass produce them-- MD: YOU TELLING ME CHARLES HAS A FACTORY FOR BUILDING THEM SOMEWHERE??? If so, hey at least that’s one more place for you to indulge in being a pyromaniac. 24. I just realized, all those people probably came here for the missing case files. If so, um, MD, you guys honestly have got to have the worst kept secret files ever in history. MD: I mean, when entire buildings are burning down, it’s hard to keep people from talking... 25. This letter to open the door screams TRAP, MD. MD: Look, if I quit now, my pension’s done for, so I might as well die trying. ...You have a pension? MD: ...No, I’m just making up excuses for why I’m entering the building of a murderer... You could just say you have a murderer to stop... 26. Ah, found the files, obvious in a mysterious box-- Um, MD. MD: ..... They... those three were also.... Master Detectives....... MD: *cracks knuckles* Ohhhhhhhhhh fuck they’ve done it, they’ve really pissed the MD off... 27. MD: That outline, it’s like the letter I got from the Queen-- *FOOL* MD: ....................................... Wow, I mean, it’s refreshing that someone just outright calls you an idiot for once. Um, please tell me you brought your immortality feather. MD: Oh bloody hell no, this is mortal combat, just you and me, pal! ...maybe the insult MIGHT be right in some ways... 28. MD: Hey MAC, what’s up? *RED ALERT, TV HEAD ATTACK* MD: I KNEW YOU GUYS WOULD TURN ON ME ONE DAY. TV head: Hey, maybe I can help you. Two heads is better than one! MD: Given that you JUST attacked me, how about GO GET GUILLOTINED BY THE DOOR. 29. MD: *picks up head* You, TALK. TV head: I don’t know what happened! MD: Oh, REALLY? If you want to punch the screen out, I’m not against it, for once. 30. Um, MD, I have to point out... MD: What? ...Mac disappeared. Like, YOUR BADGE literally disappeared. MD: ...NOOOOOOOOOOOOO I’m sure you’ll find it later, when you need it the most-- MD: HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO STAB A HOROCRUX WITH SILVER IF I DON’T HAVE MY BADGE. If it’s any consolation, at least you have the other badges, though they are a bit fused together, and huh, this statue here says badges only-- *Contraptions swallows up badge* *Spits out.... Dalimar portrait chain.* ... MD: ... MD: *TURNS TO BANG ON DOOR FUTILELY* LET US OUT OF HERE, EIPEX WE WANT OFF THIS RIDE LET US OUT PLEASE MD: I FORGOT MY FEATHER PLEASE LET ME GO GET IT AT LEAST SO I CAN CHEAT MY WAY OUT OF HERE!!!!!!!!

[To be continued in part two...]

#Mystery Case files #Moths to a Flame #Big Fish Case #Kitty for once doesn't like the fact that the Dalimars might be back #well okay she is but she's also screaming in fear

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scientia-rex · 7 years ago

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Rules of Engagement

I’ve picked up a lot of new followers lately, I’m assuming because of the post about alcohol. So! Welcome, bienvenue, wilkommen, and here are some ground rules.

1) I support trans people. I don’t ever want to hear “but but but” about that. If you don’t, this is not the blog for you, and you need to rethink your selfish, viciously cruel, petty life choices. If you are trans, please feel free to let me know if I ever say or do something that’s not cool, and same goes for other marginalized people.

2) I’m not here to give you medical advice. For multiple reasons: first, it’s not appropriate if you’re not my patient, and for that I’m talking you show up in my clinic and I sit down with a notepad and a bright smile and say, “So what brings you in to clinic today?” As not-your-doctor, and in fact not a board-certified physician or even at this stage someone in possession of an MD (just over a month away!!!!), I don’t have access to your medical records, I don’t get to physically examine you, and it would be unethical for me to play pretend at doctoring. (That said, I will share some opinions, like--hey! Have you stretched your neck and shoulders lately? Do it. Do it.) In addition to the ethical piece, it’s also legally dubious and leaves me liable. And furthermore, I don’t like feeling like I go on here to have some quality down-time and indulge in my hobbies only to be blindsided by strangers asking me to do something I am contracted to get paid for. If you wouldn’t ask an artist you didn’t know to draw something for you for free, don’t ask medblrs for free medical advice. And if you would ask an artist that, you should know that’s a terrible thing to do and you have to stop, right now.

3) Keep a realistic picture of our relationship. If you follow me but don’t interact with me, I don’t know you, and sometimes people forget that and try to blur the lines. If you want to be friends, interact with me in respectful and non-creepy ways. This is a cross-platform strategy that works much better than trying to sling total strangers shit the way you would with your friends. (I don’t think you’d actually want to be friends with me, for the most part; you must understand that in real life I’m yelling 90% of the time I’m awake. I communicate by shouting about things I have strong opinions on, which is everything. And it kinds of sucks to suspect that people think they want to be friends with you but that they’d change their minds once they got to know you too well! I feel pre-rejected! So just be cool.)

No one is obligated to be grateful that you interacted with them. I know it feels that way, because in meatspace it’s a two-way street and if I’d been talking at you for hours and hours you’d have every right to assume we knew each other, and attention is supposed to be a good thing, but so help me if you pop onto one of my posts to be judgy and dismissive and a general dick, I’m just blocking you. I don’t actually owe you my time and attention any more than you owe me yours. The unfollow button is a perfectly good option. I’ve been called mean and a bitch for this approach, but this is my free time, I don’t have as much as of it as I used to, and I value it a great deal. I’m not wasting it arguing with people who aren’t acting in good faith. I don’t enjoy getting called names.

4) HOPE YOU LIKE CAPTAIN AMERICA A LOT! BECAUSE THE NEW MOVIE’S COMING OUT! AND I’M GOING TO LOSE MY EVERLOVING MIND OVER IT!!!!!!! I MAY WELL HAVE SOME KIND OF NERVOUS BREAKDOWN OVER STEVE AND HIS LIKELY DEATH! I love fanfic (have since 1997) and I have Many Many Opinions about it. Many of which can summarized as “marginalization and intersectionality STILL MATTER EVEN IN FICTION,” and anyway I’ll be reblogging a lot of that kind of content.

tl;dr don’t be a jerk, to me or to other people.

#kristophine blogs

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aaloading250 · 3 years ago

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Learning how to create a bootable macOS installation disk can be helpful in a variety of situations. Rather than download and install a new OS from Apple's servers each time, it can be used for multiple installations on different machines. It can also help in situations where the operating system is corrupted or installation from app store shows errors.

Building a macOS Mojave bootable install drive is relatively simple, here are the steps: Confirm the complete “Install macOS Mojave.app” installer file is located in the /Applications directory. Connect the USB flash drive to the Mac, if the drive is not yet formatted to be Mac compatible go ahead and do that first with Disk Utility first.

Open up Disk Utility and drag the DMG file into the left-hand sidebar. If you're burning it to a DVD, insert your DVD, select the disk image in the sidebar, and hit the 'Burn' button.

Download and install PowerISO in your computer by following the default instructions. Open the software and import the DMG file directly into the software. Click on 'Tools' followed by 'Burn' to write all the data from DMG file into USB flash drive.

To create a bootable macOS installation disk, you have to burn the DMG file to a USB drive as CD/DVD is not available for Mac computers. Here's how to do it from text commands and using a purpose-built software called WizDMG. You will first need to download the DMG file for the macOS version you wish to install. For example, if you want to create a bootable macOS Mojave installer, you will need the DMG file for macOS Mojave. Once the file has been downloaded to your PC, you can proceed with one of the bootable disk creation methods shown below.

Method 1: How to Create Bootable USB Installer for Mac via Commands

macOS (formly named Mac OS X) is just a variant of popular Unix based operating system. This means a lot of daily and advanced tasks on Mac can be done via text commands such as creating bootable USB installer for Mac. However, this could be a lot of challenges if you had no clue about commands and I suggest taking a look at the other solutions in this post to avoid messing up the computer with the wrong commands.

Step 1. Search macOS name in app store (Mojave, High Serria, EI Capitai). Click 'Get' button to download the installer image on your Mac. The downloaded file will be located in Application folder.

Step 2. When the download is completed, the installation windows opens automatically, just close the window and go to Application folder. You will find a file started Install, such as Install macOS Majave.

Step 3. Now connect an external flash drive with more than 16G free space. And backup the data in that USB drive as the installer erase all content from it. Open Disk Utility app and format the USB drive with APFS or Mac OS Extended.

Step 4. Open the Terminal app and copy-and-past the following commands to make a booatble USB installer from macOS image: For Majove: sudo /Applications/Install macOS Mojave.app/Contents/Resources/createinstallmedia --volume /Volumes/MyVolume For High Serria: sudo /Applications/Install macOS High Sierra.app/Contents/Resources/createinstallmedia --volume /Volumes/MyVolume For EI Capitan: sudo /Applications/Install OS X El Capitan.app/Contents/Resources/createinstallmedia --volume /Volumes/MyVolume --applicationpath /Applications/Install OS X El Capitan.app

Step 5. Input the admin password when being prompted. And wait for the booatable disk being created. When it is done successfully, you will receive a message shown in above screenshot.

Unconfortable with text commadns and prefer doing it in a simple way? The second suggestion is more user friendly!

Method 2: How to Make Bootable USB from macOS with WizDMG

WizDMG fills a huge gap in Windows not supporting DMG files. It is a desktop utility supporting Windows and Mac. It allows you to directly burn DMG files to disk in order to create a bootable macOS Mojave installer or a boot disk for any macOS version.

WizDMG offers an intuitive interface with no clutter and full functionality to handle DMG files. Apart from burning such disk image files to DVD/CD or USB, it also gives you edit options where you can add and remove files from within the DMG file, rename DMG files and even create DMGs from files and folders on your desktop. This software application has been created for novice users as well as experts. It is easy to use, has a very high burn success rate and will help you create a bootable macOS installer in no time. Follow the instructions below:

Step 1Install WizDMG

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Download WizDMG from the official website and install it on your PC. Launch the program and select the 'Burn' option in the main interface.

Step 2Create Bootable USB from macOS Install Image

Click on Load DMG to import the macOS installation file into the application. Insert a USB (16G free space) and click on the 'Burn' button next to the appropriate media type.

The important thing to remember here is that you now know how to create a macOS installer in Windows. There aren't a lot of options out there because of the compatibility issues between Mac and Windows environments. That means converting DMG to ISO and back again to DMG leaves the door open for corrupted files and incorrectly burned bootable media, which defeats the whole purpose because it might not even work in the end.

Method 3: Create macOS High Serria/Mojave Bootable USB on Windows 10/7

Another way to create macoS bootable disk on Windows is using a tool called DMG2IMG along with Windows command prompt. It requires a bit of a workaround, but even novice users can learn to burn a DMG file to a disk to create bootable media for a macOS installation. Just make sure you follow the instructions below carefully.

Step 1. Download DMG2IMG and install it in your Windows PC. Open File Explorer and go to the folder containing the DMG2IMG program, then right-click and select 'Open command windows here.'

Step 2. Type the following command and hit Enter: dmg2img (sourcefile.dmg) (destinationfile.iso)

Step 3. Now that the DMG file has been converted to ISO format, you can use the following command to burn it to a disk. Before that, insert a disk into the optical drive: isoburn.exe /Q E: 'C:UsersUsernameDesktopdestinationfile.iso'

Step 4. This command utilizes the Windows native disk image burner to burn the ISO to the disk in your optical drive. The ISO file can't be used directly in macOS, but it can be mounted as a virtual drive. Once you do this, you can convert it back to DMG using Disk Utility in Mac. You can then use this as your bootable macOS installer.

As you can see, this is a bit of a workaround because DMG files aren't natively supported in Windows. Likewise, ISO files aren't fully supported in macOS. However, you can use this method to create a macOS installation disk in Windows. If you want a much simpler solution, then review the next method shown here.

Summary

If you ask us how to create a bootable macOS installation disk, this is the method we recommend. There's no confusing command line work involved, you don't need a bunch of additional software utilities to get the job done, and the high accuracy of the application ensures that you won't be wasting disk after disk trying to burn the installation media for macOS onto a disk. Use WizDMG as a quick and painless way to create a macOS installation disk in a very short time.

Nov 15, 2018 16:47:20. / Posted by Candie Kates to Mac Solution