#poppy holograms

[vox-anglosphere]

Canada's poppy display will run from October 30th to November 11th

[millieduboisart]

Trolls/Jem AU 🎤🎶

Ko-fi/Commissions

[transmasculine]

alt:

canon/implied lesbian character icons!

if youre a weirdo i will fucking block you

camille severin, darcy olsson, kayla martin, kimber benton, odette, poppy partridge, princess piano, princess sapphia, tara jones

[tekumaniac311]

A Dragon's Hunt: Part 1

The past, it can bite you in the behind doesn't it sometimes? Bad memories can make the worst dreams instead of a monster under your bed.

Drago Kitano rose from his bed squinting his eyes from last nights dream, sighing deeply. "Him..again..." the dragon growled. Realizing he had woken up far before any of the other Space Riders in his team, he rubbed his head and decided to settle down with a juice and a movie.

It takes a lot to disturb Drago's inner peace and calmness in the face of combat or danger, but these recent memories have gotten him frustrated, the fact that HE is still out there, even after being accused. Hours later at breakfast, all seemed normal with the group until Drago brought it up.

"Lemur, my friend." Drago asked Lean Lemur who responded "Yeah, Drago? Something up?" Drago took a small huff and spoke "You don't suppose contacting Poppy, i need to talk to her about something." Lean firmly nodded "Uh, sure Drago. What's on your mind, you could tell us."

Drago sighed "I could but..i also need to ask her to send me some things, to. I will show you all so you can get a better understanding." He explained.

An hour later, as requested, Poppy's hologram appeared before Drago. "Good morning, Drago. What can I help you with?" the android asked, the dragon smiled before turning stern "Hello Poppy, I need you to print for me data of a guy by the name of...Sirhc(pronounced like serk), she--He, lived on my homeworld, Inferuno."

"How much data of this person?" She asked "....All of it." Drago responded. Poppy spent the next 5 minutes collecting data and preparing to print it out in files, her expression became pretty petrified of it all. "Drago...I hope you have your reasons for--"

"Sorry for doing this to you, Poppy but I needed your help in getting data on Sirhc." He apologized. "But why?" Poppy said softly.

"I want to kill him."

TO BE CONTINUED

AU by @onyxonline

OCs by me

[reality-detective]

"Follow the yellow brick road" basically means follow the money, which I've been trying to tell you for years..♥️

Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain...

The wonderful wizard of oz🤔.

"The Wizard of Oz = Ounces of Gold. The Yellow Brick Road = Bricks or Gold Ingot.

The Straw Man represents that fictional ALL CAPS legal fiction — PERSON. The Straw Man wanted a Brain but got a Certificate — the Birth Certificate for a new legal creation & he was proud of his new legal status, plus all these other legalisms he was granted.

The Tin Man — (TIN) Taxpayer Identification Number, a robotic avatar, who worked tirelessly until his body literally froze up & stopped functioning. The heartless & emotionless robot creature who worked himself to death because he had no heart or soul. He wanted a HEART.

The Cowardly Lion was a bully, but was a true coward when someone stood up to him. He lacks true courage. That was what he wanted — Courage. At the end, the Wizard gave him an Official Recognition Award — Authority & Status.

The Wizard of Oz — uses magic, smoke, flames & holograms, but all of it were tricks & illusions to push fear & compliance into doing what he commanded. — The TRUTH is the Wizard have NO real power & only uses illusions to create FALSE power & authority.

The Wicked Witch — pushed fear through intimidation. She was after Toto. She controlled the flying monkey police — the policy enforcers— the mischievous demons, which also represents the BAR Association attorneys who attack & control all the little people for the Great Crown Wizard, the crooked Bankers of Oz - Gold.

In the field of poppies, they were not REAL humans, so drugs had no effect on them, but Dorothy was drugged. The Wizard of Oz was written at the time when the Rockefeller & pharmaceutical begin to take over the medicine & education — the DRUGGING of America. The Crown was the largest drug dealers & after their take-over of drug distribution in China, they began to expand all around the world.

Toto the Dog — was what the Wicked Witch was after. Toto in Latin means ‘in total, all TOGETHER’. Toto was the One who exposed the Wizard of Oz. Toto had no fear & was very small compared to the Great Wizard so no one noticed him. Toto pulled the curtain on the Wizard & his magical scams. ‘Curtain’ also means the End of an Act or scene — The End. He pulled the curtain & started barking until others paid attention & Red Pill the others.

The curtain ‘VEIL’ that hides the corporate legal fiction & its false courts is exposed. The jig is up. No matter how small your bark is — it can be heard. 🗣🗣🗣

THE REAL MEANING OF THE WIZARD OF OZ

I Am.

You Are.

We Are... Oneness.

Universal Consciousness... 🤔

[lampylamperson]

Day 1: first meeting (oc x canon week by @hazbinocxcanon)

Short of my oc/sona Olivia x sinner!Adam

It was only a couple days after the fight against the exterminators,Olivia staying back at the new hotel before heading back up to the lust ring for her own life,mostly staying back for her own family,Charlie and Lucifer is questionable states now

“Are you sure you’re gonna go to bed so early poppy?” Lucifer asked Olivia,placing his drink down at the bar that was long abandoned by husk and the rest of the staff

“Early? Luci it’s nearly midnight! I think you should go to bed,it’s been a long day and only god knows what youve been through today” she said sympathetic picking her uncle up off the bar

“Would you like me to walk you to your tower?”

“Heh! No sweet heart your fine,I should’ve gone to bed a long time ago and so should you,enjoy your rest hun”

“Will do uncle”

With that they headed their seperate ways,Olivia heading back to a room in the hotel she had been staying in for the previous days to help with the new hotels residency and making everyone feel right back at home

She had changed into pjs,and layed down,scrolling through sinstagram while she layed down before she heard wings flapping from the top of the roof,whatever it was landing on the balcony to her room

She instinctively played asleep,as the taps came into the room making its way infront of her

It was…Adam?! But he’s a sinner now?? Was he reincarnated,what was he doing.

Well that last question does have an answer…

After the fight with the exterminators Olivia had taken Adam’s guitar axe thingy,finding it interesting and obviously up for grabs now as its owner was deceased..so Adam mut be back for his shit…

Olivia instinctively gasped and started to scream before she was tackled with a hand to her mouth on her own bed

“Just-just shut up for 5 fucking seconds I’m not gonna hurt anyone!”

“Get off of me you fucking cunt!” She yelled using her legs to push him up and off of her,

he banged against the wall and trembled as she lit a fire at the edge of her fingers in a gun motion up against his neck

“Seriously you hot bitch! I don’t wanna hurt anyone I just want my shit!”

“You swear your not hear to hurt anyone?”

He let his mask flicker off him,as it seemed to be more of a hologram than a real mask like before

“I swear…” he said putting her hand down and blowing out the fire

“Hello kitty pajama pants? Nice choice” he said with a douchey grin

“Fuck you I look stunning right now”

[walli3darl1ng]

howdy there Neighbour!!

Can I request the Welcome home ppl reacting to a half cybertronian(transformers) half human reader?

Like!! The reader comes through into the welcome home by accident due to their travelling device not functioning properly! I'd love to see their reactions!!@ but Frank also questioning what even is the reader species might be funni

Hello neighbor!! <3

Thank you for requesting! I’ll try my best. Also you’ll be so cool to them!

Also look at me go! Posting twice😭

It was a sunny afternoon with the welcome home neighborhood and they were having their weekly picnic just up the hill.

Everyone was playing and having fun when the sky got darker and the clouds got grayer, swirling around in the middle.

“What’s happening?” Julie asks in fear as she covers herself from the strong winds, clinging to Barnaby.

As they all hold onto each other they see what looks like a ball of light shoot from the center of the black hole and fall down a little deeper in the woods. This caught most of the crew’s attention and out of all Eddie was the first to take action and run over to where it landed.

“Eddie?!”

“Wait for us!”

“Hurry, guys!”

And off they went to see that fell from the sky! Was it aliens? Monsters?! No, it was you getting off your little pod.

You are gears and metal wires but you’re human shape? And your face is human enough. What could you be? And what are you doing here?

You groan and shake your head, lifting your robotic arm and clicking a button to show a hologram of a map. “No signal? That’s not possible.” You mumbled.

The soft neighborhood glance at each other before Barnaby stepped on a branch causing it to snap loudly. “Barnaby! You’re gonna scare them off!”

“Im sorry it was an accident!”

“Julie I think you’ll scare them away with that yelling.” Wally cuts in while holding two bush branches on either side of his head to keep him hidden. Very poorly but it’s the thought the counts.

“That’s mean, Wally! I’m telling Home!”

“Tell them. All I have to do is sing to them-“

“Uh, guys, this is not the time-“

“Hello?” Frank was Interrupted by your smooth voice and turns to see you’re now in front of them with a small, amusing smile.

Up close you do look human but looking at your arms and fingers they can tell it’s robotic. With ball joints and moving gears when you lift your hand to wave at them. “Hi..”

Julie, Barnaby and Sally were the first ones to inspect you from head to toe, vocalizing their interest of your unique appearance. As well as looking at your little home pod. “Oh! Careful, I don’t want you to get hurt!” You’ll say as you see them climbing on the pod then giggling when poppy scolds them and makes them get off.

Howdy is amazed when you transformed and added a new arm to help you take the pod off the ground. He’s not the only one with more then two arms! He doesn’t feel as lonely.

Eddie and Frank are both curious and fearful. It’s cool that you can do all this stuff and seeing their friends gush over you is adorable they just don’t knew what you are exactly. Are you human? Robot? Both? That now want to take as much information of you and your kind; speaking of, are there more of you? Do you have family?

Poppy is afraid the trio will break you! You look so durable yet so fragile? Like you’ll break easily. She thinks your nice since you’re keeping the trio occupied with a video of dancing fruits on a hologram screen.

Wally is just a curious and cautious kitty. His eyes are wide with wonder right now. Especially seeing the dancing fruits. He saw and apple and lost it.

Turns out you were on your way home but the portal was built incorrectly and sent you here. So all you have to do is take it down and built it again. But that would take months and you’ll need to charge up before putting your motherboard through that.

For the meantime,

Welcome home.

[longlistshort]

Sarah Meyohas, “Interference #19”, 2023, Holograms, mirrored black glass, aluminum

Georgia O’Keeffe, “Poppy”, 1927, Oil on canvas

Francis Picabia “The Church of Montigny, Effect of Sunlight” 1908, Oil on canvas (left); Christian Sampson “Projection Painting”, 2023, Acrylic and films with LED light; and Claude Monet “The Houses of Parliament, Effect of Fog, London” 1904, Oil on canvas (right)

The Nature of Art exhibition at the Museum of Fine Arts St. Petersburg merges art from the museum’s collection with loaned works to explore- “art’s crucial role in our evolving quest to understand our relationship with nature and our place in the cosmos”.

One of the benefits of an encyclopedic museum is that visitors have the opportunity to experience art throughout history, and to revisit works that resonate with them. For the section titled Artist as Curator, Sarah Meyohas and Christian Sampson chose pieces from the museum’s collection to pair with their own work.

From the museum-

At first glance, perhaps, these may seem like unusual combinations, but upon deeper contemplation, their selections reveal complementary artistic intents. For instance, Meyohas and Georgia O’Keeffe share an interest in close looking, particularly in finding new ways to examine underappreciated aspects of the natural world. Sampson, influenced by the California Light and Space Movement, is interested in current scholarship that suggests the hazy fog found in Claude Monet’s work is an early depiction of air pollution, offering an entirely new perspective on the artist’s representations of light.

Sampson also created the four-part installation, Tempus volat, hora fugit, on view until 2025 at the museum.

Below are some of the works from additional sections of the exhibition.

Postcommodity, “kinaypikowiyâs”, 2021, Four 30.5-metre industrial debris booms

Postcommodity is an interdisciplinary art collective comprised of Cristóbal Martínez (Genizaro, Manito, Xicano), and Kade L. Twist (Cherokee).

About Postcommodity’s work, kinaypikowiyâs, (seen above) from the museum-

This work is composed of debris booms, used to catch and hold environmental contaminants such as garbage, oil, and chemicals. The colors of the booms correspond to different types of threats— red (flammable), yellow (radioactive), blue (dangerous), and white (poisonous)-in the labeling system for hazardous materials. To indigenous peoples, these are shared medicine colors that carry knowledge, purpose and meaning throughout the Western Hemisphere. Suspended like hung meat, the booms represent a snake that has been chopped into four parts. Each part represents an area of the colonial map of the Western Hemisphere: South America, Central America, North America, and all of the surrounding islands. The title, kinaypikowiyâs, is a Plains Cree word, meaning snake meat. Divided by borders, Postcommodity asserts that all people living in the Americas are riding on the back of this snake.

James Casebere, “Landscape with Houses (Dutchess County, NY), 2009, Archival pigment print mounted to Dibond

James Casebere creates architecturally based models for the large scale photographs seen above.

Duke Riley's Reclaimed ocean plastic sculptures and “Tidal Fool” wallpaper

Duke Riley’s work, which was previously shown at Brooklyn Museum, addresses issues of environmental pollution by using discarded plastics found in the ocean and other waterways to create new work inspired by the past. You can hear him discuss his work in this video.

From the museum-

Inspired by the maritime museum displays he saw while a child growing up in New England, Riley’s scrimshaw series is a cutting observation of capitalist economies-historic and today-that endanger sea life. The sculptures were created for the fictional Poly S. Tyrene Memorial Maritime Museum, and are contemporary versions of sailors’ scrimshaw, or delicately ink-etched whale teeth and bone. Riley first thought about using plastic as an ode to scrimshaw when he saw what he thought was a whale bone washed up on the beach in Rhode Island; it turned out to be the white handle of a deck brush. Riley regularly removes trash from beaches and waterways, and often uses this refuse in his work.

Riley collaborated with Brooklyn-based Flavor Paper to create these two custom wallpapers for his solo exhibition DEATH TO THE LIVING, Long Live Trash at the Brooklyn Museum. Tidal Fool exhibits Riley’s trademark humor in the face of devastating water pollution; notice the Colt 45-guzzling mermaid. Wall Bait vibrantly references Riley’s meticulous fishing lures, which he crafts from refuse found in the waters around New York City.

Daniel Lind-Ramos,"Centinelas de la luna nueva (Sentinels of the New Moon)", 2022-2023, Mixed media

From the museum about this work-

In Centinelas de la luna nueva, he evokes the elders of the mangroves, spiritual beings who watch over and ensure the health of this essential coastal tree. Mangroves are the basis for a complex ecosystem that shelters sea life and serves as the first line of defense in the tropical storms that batter the sub-tropics -including Florida.

Lind-Ramos's practice reflects the vibrant culture of his native Loíza, Puerto Rico, by honoring local agriculture, fishing, cooking, and masquerade. His sculptures also evoke Hurricane Maria (2017), the COVID-19 pandemic, and ongoing environmental degradation. Lind-Ramos is committed to the survival and sustenance of Afro-Taíno traditions and people of the Puerto Rican archipelago. However, his art engages the global community through shared emotions, parallel histories, and the commonality of human experience.

The next post will discuss two other artists in the exhibition, Brookhart Jonquil and Janaina Tschäpe.

[lilythesingingwitch]

And I'm back with some Poppy and the Phantoms AU stuff

Once again, excuse the lack of tails in the drawings, I always forget to draw them, but they will be present when I have the time to digitalize these

So, we're staring off with Floyd

The second youngest in the family and the pianist of the group, the sensitive one (title given by JD when they started the band). He was pretty young when JD came up with the idea of a band, but was pretty excited nonetheless. When he noticed that the arguments between his brothers were becoming a more frequent thing on day to day basis, he decided to do everything in his power to help his brothers get along, despite being him being the youngest band member. However, on one night, when they were practising for their most important concert yet, Floyd was unable to stop his brothers from picking a fight with one another that ended in Bruce and Clay declaring they are leaving the band, and John, Bruce and Clay leaving home all together when he was only 10. He stays with Branch and grandma Rosiepuff, hoping that his brothers will eventually come back or at least reach out. During the 6 years that they're absent, he only ever recieves a card from Bruce, and the next time he hears about his brothers, is when police and ambulance cars park outside of their house with the news that all three of his brothers are dead. Next 15 years of his life are spent taking care of Branch and healing from the past 2 decades, with Viva, Clays friend, helping him along the way, since they both lost someone important to them.

(Things written on the paper)

Played the keys (or piano) in Brozone

Was always trying to get his brothers to stop fighting

Stayed with Branch and grandma when others left

Went gray for a bit after the new of his brothers deaths

Was 16 when they died

Is 31 at the time that Poppy discovers the phantoms

He and Branch still live together

Cried when he realized that Poppy's band are the "holograms" of his brothers (he also knows they're not holograms)

Branch's second biggest hype-man when he confesses to Poppy (John is the first)

Next up, we have our favourite hermit, Branch

When Branch was born, he had about 3 years to enjoy a normal family life with all of his brothers before his oldest brother John Dory starts teaching him how to play guitar with a promise that he'll become part of the band one day. He always looked up to all of his brothers and how talented they were, he really wanted to be apart of it, so he always attended their practices and spent hours a day playing guitar. He always witnessed their arguments and fights, and while he was always upset when they did that, Floyd was always there to comfort him, and his brothers always apologized to him for making him watch them fight like that. Then, one day, his brothers leave after a big fight, and only Floyd stays. He would always ask him why their brothers left and when are they coming back, and Floyd would always just smile and say "They just need some time to cool off, they'll be back soon". But as he grew older, he noticed hope in his brothers eyes slowly dim the more he would tell him that. And then, a few weeks after he turns 10, they receive the new that his brothers are not coming back. And the next thing he knows, he and Floyd are blowing out his brothers' birthday candles.

(Things written on the paper)

Was going to be secondary guitar in Brozone, but the band disbanded

His brothers' deaths affect him more than he likes to admit, mostly because he knew to for only a little while and only ever learns more about them from Floyd

Still plays guitar, but prefers to spend his time elsewhere

Was 10 at the time his brothers died

Best friends with Poppy (and is trying to confess his love for her)

And last up for today, Viva la viva baby

Viva was one of the biggest fans of Brozone when they became a band, mostly because her best friend was apart of it, and she really wanted to support him. She was also the one who would always comfort Clay when he would come to her after a frustrating practice session. Then, when she's 12, Clay comes to her asking if he could stay for a while, only to learn that he, Bruce and JD left the band and their house. He really didn't feel like going back to his own house after storming out like that, but he also knew he couldn't stay at Viva's for too long, since their family had a lot on their hands as is (with Poppy just turning 2), so he spent there a few days before leaving to stay with another friend of theirs. After that, he and Viva would hang out all the time, since he finally had the time to do so, and while they were pretty much polar opposites (Viva was always a ball of energy, joy, chaos and silliness, Clay was serious, read sad books all the time and was the one who kept Viva in check), that didn't stop Viva from falling in love with him. When she turned 18, she even got into the same university as Clay to be close to him, when one day she gets stuck in the uni building during the fire, and Clay runs in to help her. While Viva is panicking, thinking she'll never see her family again, never see her baby sister grow up, Clay turns to her and confesses his feelings to her. Before Viva can respond, she gets pushed out of the building right as it collapses. While getting treated in the hospital, she's constantly asking if Clay is ok, only to learn that he died. At the funural, she and Floyd start talking and become friends, helping each other heal as years go by.

(Thing written on the paper)

Poor Viva lost her best friend (almost boyfriend) and then her mom

Was in love with Clay

Lives with Poppy and their dad

Has scars and burn marks from the incident (Their not visible in the drawing but I promise they're there)

Was 18 when Clay died

Is 33 at the time that Poppy discovers the phantoms

Doesn't like open fire

She and Floyd kinda become friends as a way of coping with Clays death

Also cried when she saw Poppy performing with the "holograms"

Neckless is a gift from Clay

Realized that Poppy is friends with ghosts after a series of things happening around the house and her sister acting weird

No bonus doodle this time, hadn't had the time to do much drawing, but I hope you still liked what I prepared

[terezis]

ok here’s my taz steeplechase character notes

for ur reference and mine:

carmine denton: the founder of dentonics, the "first name in entertainment" and the company behind the theme park steeplechase, aka the setting of this campaign

he began founding travelling carnivals and state fairs in the 2030s and 40s, which ended up becoming regional theme parks similar to busch gardens

later, he bought up some land in georgia and founded the first layer of what would become steeplechase; he began moving elements of the other parks he’d built here, and then built upwards, creating the different "layers" of parks that exist in steeplechase today

the campaign takes place a few hundred years in our future

we're starting in the "ustaben" layer of steeplechase, which is built around nostalgia... taking experiences that you thought you’d never have again brought back to you for a very "reasonable" fee. the pcs work at an arcade called "poppy's place"

PLAYER CHARACTERS

travis is playing lyndon julius, but he goes by the alias BEEF PUNCHLEY. call him beef. he's a cutter, which is like a fighter

a very large and beefy man

either a former heavyweight boxer or an arm wrestler, not sure which

had to leave this profession after some "issues" and is not allowed to box anymore

was pretty famous, people knew of him, so now he's like, almost a mascot-like figure? sounds like he does promoter work within the park. tries to get people to play BEEF PUNCHLEY'S PUNCH OUT arcade game. it’s an arm wrestling game. 

i am personally picturing him as like a guy who would probably sign autographs at a local comic con, but that's just me

special move: not to be trifled with 

clint is playing EMERICK DREADWAY. he's a whisper, which is the blades in the dark equivalent of a magic user.

this world doesn't have magic in the dnd sense; hard light technology is its "supernatural" equivalent. it's basically solid holograms with shape, form, and physicality. is the secret to dentonic's success

emerick was a "creationeer," one of the fathers of hard light technology/ one of the first innovators, but he's not a very forceful guy so other people took credit for his "genius" and he's been kinda ousted and demoted over time, which "wrecked his life"

basically a maintenance guy now, works on hard light constructs

older man, slim and "waspish"

special move: compel

griffin is playing MONTROS PRETTY (he/him). montros is a slide, which is a "subtle manipulator and spy." a salesman kinda character. described as a charismatic opportunist

was a "cast" member and, on the criminal side of things, used to be a low-tier member of another crew; he left that crew on bad terms and now works at this arcade

special move: cloak and dagger

griffin says he's always wearing a hard light, hexadecimal mask whose face changes to display emotion. justin asks griffin to clarify and make it less creepy. griffin says it is very uncanny valley, making it more creepy

only takes the mask off to eat spaghetti

the crew

the crew's main gig is peddling luxury experiences (normally only available to parkgoers) to other employees, done via hard light projection

like when you're working in the best buy warehouse and you wanna lay down behind the fridge boxes where the cameras can't see you so you can't get in trouble with your bosses

a sneaky break room to relax on the boss's dime kinda thing

tentatively called mirages

currently based out of the back room of the arcade

minor npcs so far include: poppy mervin, their boss at the arcade, nice guy

“the more kindly poppy is the more likely u will have to kill him" - justin

 someone they like: eustace chevon, an ai hard light construct grandpa

someone they hate: viktrola gold, the nosy guy who works at anachronknicknacks

the woman who falls from the sky: black trenchcoat, three knives strapped to her, balaclava, says "fuck"

[interregionalgyminspections]

Finally got the news that the holo-walls in the Paldean League Building battle room have been fixed.

If you've been to the Paldean League Building in the past year and a half, you might not know what I'm talking about.

Essentially, those walls in the battle room aren't supposed to be static. They're supposed to project holograms that give the illusion of the room changing.

A muddy swamp for Rika, a steel playground for Poppy, an airplane for Larry, and an old castle for Hassel.

Unfortunately, the holo-walls stopped working about a year and a half ago, and no one could figure out why until recently: A build-up of tera crystals in the wiring.

Thankfully, it's been fixed, and the wiring has been insulated better.

[cuprat]

So I had this idea to make a videogame

🔻Interested? More below!🔻

Okay, so this game is something similar to BATIM or Poppy Playtime.

You worked here before, and after being fired, the facility soon shut down. Years have passed, and now you decided to pay a visit to your old place of memories, perhaps to find something. You meet something you shouldn't have seen before, and now you're stuck here until you defeat that thing.

So first, to get to the actual production line, you have to go through the bugs. There are three sectors: Main, for Spiders, for Ants and for Bees. Be it any normal exploration, you'd go straight to the facility, through the main exibit, but oh no! The thing's locked. So, in order to progress, you'll have to open exibits, find keys, solve a few puzzles and escape the main rulers of the sectors! Sounds easy.

So, this facility will not just be a toy/cartoon making building, it also doubles as an animatronic bug exibit for the little kids! Kids love mechanic toys, some enjoy bugs, so why not mix it together?

On your way back, you meet Father. He's a big mantis animatronic, made not just for the children, but to help workers as well! He looks less appealing due to that exact reason. Father is in charge of the main area, he keeps the glitched animatronics in their designated area, to keep those who enter safe. At first, he junges at you, mistaking you for another bug or an intruder, but Flou quickly comes to save you. After that, Father explains a few things to you, then allows you to progress. Don't forget him, he'll come up later.

First comes the Ant section. The queen, Martha, is the ruler here. After getting the key from this section, you meet Flou (pronounced like "flew"). She's a small ladybug animatronic with an ability to fly! Just like a real bug. In one of the glass cases, you can see her friend - Flick. He's dead. What a shame. Around the same time, you find out that bugs here have broken code due to a glitch that nobody was able to fix. The bugs have started to eat eachother, and the only few that were left untouched by the glitch are Flou and...

After you get the key, you meet the ruler of the area - king Archebald, one big tarantula. He doesn't attack you immediarely, like Martha did, he instead tries to lure you in his trap with Flou as bait. But you're smarter than that. You get Flou and dash for the exit, successfully escaping Archebald and his disgusting, dark palace.

Next up is the Spider area! Ew. Flou gets stolen from you here, so you have to progress on your own. Again. Here you can go through the backdoors area, meeting the "Beetle" room and a beetle plush, perhaps a resident of this room.

The last before the least, the Bee exibit. The bugs refer to it as "Golden Kingdom", and it's rightful ruler is Queen Elizabeth (no, not the british one). You meet her right after you enter, but she seems chill at first. Even offers you gifts from what her servants found in the further areas of the game. But you're here for only one thing - the key to the facility. Once you get it, Elizabeth gets angry that you don't want to stay, then sends her faithful servants after you. Once they fail, the queen lets you go, saying that "she has a few heads to sever".

Now, the last area of the game - the Facility itself! Father goes with you on this one, since he doesn't know himself what's down there. However, as you progress, Father starts to give into the glitch. To stop him from chasing you around, you turn the production on, which tragically murders Father. You now successfully made Flou sad. Father's head is the only thing left intact, so you take it, in hopes of fixing him later. Flou suggests that you should find the source of the glitch and kill it off like a roach, so nothing bad happens anymore. That means going deeper into the facility.

Descending down below, you notice how that roach statement becomes more relevant. Little hologram roaches run around by your feet, sometimes messing with the light sensors neccecary for opening doors. Though, there's nothing that can stop you. Even deeper in, you find the source of all the glitches: a generator in a shape of a roach. You find a weapon and bust the thing open... finding out it containds a keycard. Where does it lead? To the blueprint room! The source of every bug. In hopes of fixing Father, and destroying anything relevant to the roach, you go there, noticing how the holograms dissappeared. You fix Father, return with him to the Main area, then wave a goodbye to the friends you made along the way, as you leave back home, satisfied with your success in killing the glitch. A nuce cup of coffee should do.

Now, that is all! The game is supposed to be in 3-D, perhaps with some gimmicks to top it off. Though, here's a few problems that make it impossible:

1. I'm a 14 year old girl, so nobody will take this project seriously.

2. I don't have money nor courage to ask for a few VAs for the game.

3. I'm not a writer, so it won't be all that good

4. I have nearly zero programming expierence, all I can do from this is 3-D models.

So, if you enjoyed, please leave a like, perhaps a good ol' reblog will do, maybe even tell me your thoughts on this idea! I'm happy to receive any feedback. Have a great time of day!

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tooth&claw chapter 1.

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t&c Masterlist.

Summary: you and Sam Wilson have been following up on intel about old HYDRA bases around North and South America for the last several months, with no sign of Bucky Barnes. Wrapping up your last lead, you and Sam attempt to head back to New York, but are stopped on your way by a few mysterious people. They have more information for you than you bargained for.

WC: 5.7k

Pairings: Tony Stark x Shifter!Reader

Age of Ultron

Warnings: Canon typical violence, language!, blood, mentions of death, alcohol use, fluff, angst. No Y/N used. Use of nicknames(Poppy, Flowers)

You were sitting on Tony’s lab desk, waiting for him to finish maintenance on one of his Iron Man thrusters, so you both could go out to dinner. He said he made reservations at some fancy new restaurant downtown because, of course he did. The black dress you wore was simple, halter tied behind your neck, with an open back, and the tulle skirt flowed just below your knees. Your wedge heels dangled from your toes as you hummed to the music that JARVIS had playing softly in the background.

Just as Tony finished with his last gauntlet, former SHIELD agent Maria Hill, now assistant to one Tony Stark, strolled in. Her heels clicking in a confident stride - you’re sure you’ll never master- towards her boss. Tony raised an eyebrow at her as he set his tools down, safety glasses coming off to be replaced with his normal glasses.

“What's the ‘sitch? Got something new for me?” Tony rolled his chair out from the desk and stood next to your legs, a hand resting on your thigh as he spoke to Maria.

“Just received some intel about a new active HYDRA base, boss,” Maria supplied, she tapped a few things on her StarkPad and a big hologram of what looked like a castle floated in the area around the three of you.

Since the fall of SHIELD, The Avengers have been scoping out old HYDRA bases all across the world. Their main goal was to find Loki's missing scepter - the mind controlling one. Four barren bases down, and 7 months later, there’s a light at the end of the tunnel.

Tony lets out a low whistle, squeezing your thigh before he circles the hologram projected in the lab. His eyes are calculating, scanning the image with practiced ease as he peers over the top of his glasses. His hands come up, and he manipulates the image, making it smaller and taking layers away. “What am I looking at, exactly? New vacation home, Hill?” He teases.

“A little too cold for my liking,” she says without missing a beat. Her fingers move quickly, and another few images appear in the air. “Intel says this is actually a HYDRA base hidden in the mountains outside of Novi Grad.”

When you make a face, Tony speaks up, “Sokovia, honey,” and you nod. Geography was never your strong suit. “Show me something, JARVIS.”

Suffice it to say, dinner would have to wait.

***

“Another dead end,” Sam sighs, stuffing his hands in his jeans pockets. He leans back against the railing next to you and adjusts his sunglasses. You scrub a hand down your face, resting your forearms on the railing, and heave a sigh, too.

"This is the fourth city in however many months, Sammy,” your tone is defeated and sad. You can feel him looking at you, but you don’t turn your head. “He's a highly trained ex-assassin. If he doesn’t want to be found, we won’t find any trace of him. Ever.” You chance a glance, and you see his shoulders fall. You know he’s not the biggest fan of Bucky, but he promised Steve he would follow up on the leads they had. No matter where they took you.

And right now, you and Sam were in Cuba, another cold trail of old HYDRA safe houses and small operation locations left to collect dust. Your intel said it was an abandoned barbershop, but nothing stood in front of you but an empty building. The skeletal remains of a barbershop long since packed in.

There aren't many people on this side of town, and even fewer cars. The 1950s-style cars stood out like sore thumbs when you first arrived a few days ago, but now a welcome sight whenever you would pass one by. The red corvette a block away was brighter than the others. A man in a black suit casually leaned against the driver side door, his arms crossed at his chest. You could swear he was looking at you both, but it was hard to tell with the sunglasses clouding his eyes. You shook your head and turned back towards Sam.

The evening sun setting did little to lessen the heat, and you ran the back of your hand across your forehead, “We should get back to the jet. They should be back from Sokovia by now.”

Sam could tell you were itching to get home. He put a hand on your shoulder and squeezed, “c’mon, let’s get a late dinner, and then we can head home in the morning.” You agreed and went to follow Sam down the sidewalk, glancing one more time behind you toward the corvette, only for it to not be there.

At dinner, the conversation is minimal. You and Sam could sit in companionable silence for a while, getting lost in your own heads.

You haven't given up looking for your brother, Leon, but his trail was as cold as Bucky's. Everything ends in a dead-end no matter where you searched.

The streets of Havana were alive and thriving as music flowed from bars up and down the street. It brought a smile to your face as you glanced up and down the road.

“I've noticed him, too,” Sam says abruptly, pulling you from your thoughts. When you look up at him, he's staring down the street, and you follow his gaze. You see the same man from earlier. His hands in his slack pockets and leaning against the cherry red corvette.

“Since when?” You ask without taking your eyes off the stranger.

“When we arrived,” and your head whips around to Sam, eyes wide and brows furrowed. How haven't you noticed? Some guy has been tailing you both for 3 days, and you were completely oblivious.

Sam places a few hundred pesos on the table and gets up, and you follow his lead. As you both make your way down the street opposite of your mystery man, you can't help but glance over your shoulder to check if he's still there. It isn't until you round the corner that you stop, you feel it, then; the eyes on you like you're under a microscope. It makes the hair on your arms and the back of your neck stand on end.

Sam notices you stopped, and before he can question it, a woman steps out from behind a car. Her stance says nonchalance, but you've been around for a long time to not judge a book by its cover. Peggy Carter taught you that.

You step in front of Sam, sticking your arm out to stop him from advancing. The woman rounds her shoulders when you take the step forward, and a rumble fills your chest.

“What do you want?” You shout over to her, her lips curl up into a smirk, and she tilts her head. She steps into the streetlight, and you get a better look at her. She's Asian and maybe in her late 30s, her hands are balled into fists, and you think she seems ready to enjoy fighting you.

Out of the shadows behind the woman, the man from earlier steps into the light, “We just want to talk,” you didn't even know he was there. What is it with this guy? He gives you a reassuring smile, hands still stuffed in his finely pressed suit pants.

Of course. You scoff, “SHIELD died in the ashes along with HYDRA, I don't think we can help you, man.”

“SHIELD?” Sam asks, so only you hear, his hand goes to your shoulder, “Maybe we should hear them out.”

“If you believed that,” he continued, “The Avengers wouldn't be out there clearing out active bases or getting Loki's Scepter from Sokovia.” He brings his hand to his chest and rubs at a spot absent-mindedly. The woman next to him gives him a concerned sideways glance before he nods and returns his hands to his pockets.

“How do you know about all that?” Sam asks, and when he goes to step around you, you grab his wrist to stop him.

“Who do you think Maria Hill was getting her information from?” The man gives a simpering smile, like you should know better.

“We don't have anything to give you. Like I said, we can't help you,” you go to push Sam behind you so you both could leave. A heavy sigh stops you. The woman takes another step closer to you and looks over her shoulder.

“Sir?” She asks, and when he hums in affirmation, the woman lunges to get to you.

“Sam, go!” You push him, and in the next movement, you're blocking a punch to your face with your forearm. You push the woman back by her chest and send her flying back to the man's feet.

His eyebrows raise, “you good, May?”

The woman, May, grunts in frustration and climbs to her feet, offensive stance ready to lunge at you again.

“Get to the jet,” you tell Sam. He goes to protest, but you cut him off, “I'll be fine, i'll meet you at the rendezvous point.” You look over your shoulder at him when he doesn't move, “Sammy go!”

Sam stumbles back to get ready to run, “you better show up, or Stark will have my head,” and he turns on his heel and runs, leaving you with May and the mystery man in the alley.

As soon as Sam is out of sight and earshot, the man in the suit steps towards you. You growl, it fills your chest, and the man puts up both hands in surrender.

“Whatever you have to say, say it from over there,” you tell him, but he takes another few steps to put himself between you and his friend.

He gives you an easy-going smile, eyebrows creased in worry, “it's not that simple, Agent Jones.” You scoff a laugh and pace away from him. “It's about your brother,” he says hesitantly when you don't stop.

You go rigid, skin rippling, and claws threatening to come out, “what did you say?” When he doesn't answer, you turn to face him, eyes shining blue as you growl at him and his companion.

They don't seem at all surprised by your appearance, “Please, come with us. We have a good idea of where he is. It's more complicated than you think it is,” he tries to placate you again. He gives you a reassuring smile, and when you look at his companion, she crosses her arms in front of her chest and raises an unamused eyebrow at you.

You heave a heavy sigh and drop your head, “Fine,” you mumble out, “I'll go with you.”

***

One phone call to Sam, and an hour later, you stood in an empty field with Agents May and Coulson. After the earful you got from Sammy when you told him to head home without you, the two former Agents of SHIELD told you about what they've been doing behind the scenes -give or take a few details.

Sam was adamant about you not going, but he also didn't want you to miss out on an opportunity to find your brother. Even if the chances were low, there was still a chance.

Agent Coulson, or Phil as he introduced himself, had told you him and his team had been chasing down a group called Centipede for the last few years. He had said he thinks it's finally come to an end with the fall of HYDRA and a man named John Garrett. Who apparently was an evil Mastermind who had his fingers in a lot of pies, so to speak.

They led you to an empty lot, seemingly nothing in the vicinity until Phil pulled a small fob out of his pocket and a quinjet shimmered into existence.

“Should I be concerned about a missing jet, Phil?” You asked. He gave you a sidelong glance and a smirk to match. He shrugged and led the way on board. May insisted you go before her before she closed the hatch after you all entered.

It was a short few minute flight to a larger aircraft that shimmered into existence as the quintet approached and landed on top. A hatch opened on the floor leading down into the aircraft below. As your feet touched the soft carpet at the bottom of the stairs, your gaze landed on a multitude of people around the lounge-like area.

“Welcome to the Bus,” Phil informed you, coming to your side and laying a hand on your lower back. “Skye,” he called out, and a young woman - maybe in her 20s - stood up from the couch with a laptop in hand and followed. Phil ushered you away from curious gazes to another room filled with monitors and computers.

Doors slid shut behind you as the three of you occupied the space. The glass walls did little to stop the prying eyes of those on board from sharing glances and hushed words with each other.

Coulson introduced you to Skye, giving her your name and the reason you were here. He praised Skye at being a veritable genius when it came to computers and her hacking abilities, a proud glint in his eye. She ducked her head a little with a small smile.

Her fingers worked fast over her keyboard, only glancing up at you once or twice while you waited.

Who do you think she is?

Obviously, the agent Coulson told us about.

Yeah, but who is she?

Not sure, why don't you go in an’ ask, Trip?

Oh, don't tease him, Fitz. She's obviously here for the information Skye was asked to gather.

But, do you think she's really an agent?

You smirked, “you told them I was an agent?” Gesturing out at the group of people huddled in low conversation.

And when Coulson looked over at the group, they dispersed with hurried chatter. Phil smirked.

“Aren't you?” The girl, Skye asked as she arched an eyebrow at you, then looked to Coulson. He smiled in return. “Isn't she?”

“I haven't been part of SHIELD for a very long time,” you leaned a hip against the desk and crossed your arms over your chest. You took a whiff around the small space, not coming up with anything. Your brows furrowed as you looked between Phil and Skye.

You thought you were imagining it, Phil not smelling like anything. Thinking maybe the wind carried it away. But now, with him standing so close, you were positive there wasn't anything there. You stepped closer to him, picking up his hand and scenting the inside of his wrist. There was something faint, like a long forgotten book or newspaper, leather bound and dusty, ink fading with time, and the hint of vanilla. Soft and subtle. And you wouldn't have smelled it if you didn't lean into his wrist more.

“Uh,” he eyed you, a frown pulling at his lips when you let him go. “What was that for?”

“I can barely smell you,” you stared at him, head tilting to the side, “either of you. What happened?” concern filling your voice as you stared at him.

He cleared his throat, hand smoothing down the tie around his neck, “I died; is what happened,” Your eyes must have been the size of saucers because he gave you a sympathetic smile. “I'm fine, really.”

“And you? Did you die, too?” You asked Skye. She avoided your gaze and made a noncommittal noise. “Must be something in the water..” You tried to lighten the mood a little.

Skye finished her tapping and turned towards the big monitor in the room, “This is what I've found so far,” she cleared her throat a little, looking back at you as you scanned the screen.

There was an older man, relatively handsome, his shoulder leaning against the side of a building. His hands stuffed in his slacks, the trench coat he wore billowing in the wind, frozen in time. The picture was taken from a cell phone, most likely accidently catching the image of the mystery man. His eyes seemed to glow as the shadows cast the upper portion of his body in darkness.

His hair was dirty blond, gray at the temples, and slicked back in a nice coif. His beard was littered with gray hair, but it didn't take away from his attractiveness.

Another image popped up next. The mystery man had his back to the camera now, glancing back over his shoulder as his eyes glowed more. Next to him now was none other than Leon, eyes shining in adoration as he leaned into the touch of the man with his hand on his face.

You felt your hackles raise, a low growl escaping your lips when another photo appeared. Another photo popped up next to that one. They kissed, which isn't new for you, but the very visible bite mark on Leons neck was enough for you to snap.

“His name is Deacon Frost,” Skye began, “current residence is some plantation his family owned - in Louisiana. It goes back at least 100 years. According to the records I found, he has a whole load of people living there. Whether it's staff or otherwi-”

“Vampires,” you cut her off. Another growl sounds deep in your chest.

Skye looked back at you, eyes wide, “No way. Seriously, vampires? They don't exist,” she scoffed. When she looked at Coulson, he was already looking at you.

“You knew,” you told him.

He pursed his lips, “I had my suspensions. Theories,” and when you raised your eyebrow at him, he sighed. “OK, ok. I wasn't one hundred percent sure until you confirmed it.”

“Wait, you're serious?”

“I'm always serious.”

“Coulson!”

You pursed your lips, “I normally don't do this to new people but,” the skin on your arm rippled from your shoulder to your fingertips, claws coming out as the fur made its way down your arm like a wave.

You wiggled your fingers, knuckles cracking with a roll of your wrist. It was always harder to Shift during a new moon. It definitely hurt more.

You looked from Coulson to Skye. The former's expression filled with delight and a small smile. But Skye.

“What the hell? What the hell are you?” She all but shrieked and stepped away to the far corner as fast as she could.

“Welcome to the world of the Supernatural,” you shrugged, shaking Your arm out as the fur along it reseeded and flesh took over once more. “There's more than just vampires out there.”

***

With Coulson's instructions, Skye put everything she had onto a flash drive for you. You'd figure out more when you got home, and JARVIS could give it another once over. When she was finished, she slid it across the table top, not wanting to step closer to you. You sighed and pocketed the USB stick, gave a curt nod in thanks.

“Thanks for this,” you said, “but you could have called. You do know where I live,” you smirked at Coulson.

Coulson guided you out of the room, leading you through the lounge and up a spiral staircase, and into another room. It was a spacious office, Coulson's name plate gleamed on the desk.

He sat on the edge of the desk and folded his arms over his chest, “it's hard to come calling when the majority of your housemates think I'm still dead.”

You gaped at him, mouth opening and closing several times. “What do you mean they think you're dead?”

“Fury thought it best to never tell anyone,” he shrugged. “That included all of SHIELD and the Avengers.”

“What about the people that cared about you?”

Phil shrugged again, “Anyone that used to be in my life, outside of SHIELD or otherwise, knows I died. And will always know it.”

He gave you a leveling stare. It made your hair stand on end.

“You can't expect me to keep this from Tony,” you shook your head. “If you know what I am, and I think you do, you know what he means to me. I can't - you can't ask me to keep this from him.”

“You're right, I can't. Just don't go out of your way to bring me up,” Phil gives you a sad smile and paces toward you to put a hand on your shoulder. “For what it's worth, I'm sorry about your brother. I know you'll find him,” he gave your shoulder a squeeze.

You returned his sad smile and gave a shirt nod. After a moment, you cleared your throat, “ok, well, how am I supposed to get home? Don't suppose you're going to drop me off at the front door.”

Coulson laughed, and nodded his head towards the door, “C'mon.”

“Sir, we're ready,” May's voice came through the intercom as you went to leave the office. Coulson led you back down to the lounge and then another spiral staircase to the loading bay.

You pass between a van and the same red corvette from earlier in the day, running a finger down the body and coming to a stop next to Coulson. He hits a button, and the bay doors open, wind whips through the garage violently, and when the door fully opens, you see a quinjet hover a few dozen feet away.

Sam stands at the opening of the quinjets ramp, his hand gripping a handle so he doesn't fly out. He gives a nod, and Coulson returns it.

“It was nice to meet you, Phil, but I think my rides here,” you shout over the roaring wind. You go to take a step back to get a running start, but he calls your name, and you stop.

“You'll find him, I know you will,” he gives you a smile, and you place your hand on his arm and give a gentle squeeze.

“Thank you,” when you look back, you can see his team standing behind some glass and on top of the mezzanine, and you look to Phil again, “it was nice to meet you.”

You take a few steps back to get a running start, you sprint, leaping from the edge of the Bus. weightlessness filling you as the harsh winds carry your body from one place to another. And just when you think you start to free fall, your hand grips Sam's arm, and he catches you in his grip, bringing you in for a one-armed hug.

“You're crazy, you know that?” He huffs a big laugh into your hair as you hug him back.

Your forehead rests on his chest, “I'm just keeping you on your toes, Fly Guy,” you chuckle. He gives you another squeeze, and when you both look back out into the sky, the Bus shimmers from existence and disappears.

“C'mon, Baby Girl, let's go home.”

***

"’Boom! Are you looking…’ why do I even talk to you guys?” Rhodey is met with silence, and he sighs, “Everywhere else that story kills.”

“That's the whole story?” Point Break smirks over his beer.

Poor Rhodey, he tries. “Yeah, it's a War Machine story.”

“Well, it's very good then,” Thor laughs, “It's impressive.”

“Quality save. So, no Pepper? She's not coming?”

Pepper? Why on earth would he bring her up? Rhodey has met you multiple times. He seemed to love you. At least that's the impression Tony got. He hasn't talked to Pepper in a while. He knows you two talk all the time.

It's not weird. Don't make it weird.

“No,” simple. Smooth Tony.

“Hey, what about Jane? Poppy? Where are the ladies, gentlemen?” Maria cuts in. Now Tony knows for a fact you and Hill get along.

“Well, Miss Potts has a company to run,” smoothing his tie down a bit, “And Poppy is chasing ghosts in…um..” Where did you and Wilson go off to this time?

Thor shifts from foot to foot, “Yes, I'm not even sure what country Jane's in, either. Her work on the Convergence has made her the world's foremost astronomer.”

Tony hums.

“There's even talk of Jane getting a... um, uh... Nobel prize.”

“Yeah, they...they must be busy because they'd hate missing you guys get together.” She fakes a sneeze, what is this, the early 2000s? “Oh, excuse me.”

“Want a lozenge?” Rhodey fake comforts her as she nods. They both share a quiet chuckle, “Let's go.”

“But Jane's better,” Thor says into his mug.

Tony's eye twitches, Thor hasn't even met you yet. What does he know?

Nothing.

He looks around the party, avoiding eye contact to not further this conversation with Thor at all costs. He notices Sam Wilson ascending the stairs and meeting up with Steve.

Where the hell were you? Fashionably late was his thing. Surely you were around here somewhere.

***

“You go on up, Sammy. I need to change out of this, and I'll see you up there,” you wave him off as you step off the elevator to your and Tony's floor. Sam waved a ‘see you later’ as the doors closed.

He was smart and packed extra clothes, just in case.

You needed a moment for yourself anyway. The last few days are taking a toll on you mentally. Not finding any sign of Bucky after months of searching, and now new information about your brother, Leon, have surfaced. You just needed a quiet few minutes to yourself.

You dug the flash drive from your pocket as you passed the Smart Table in the room.

“Hey, JARVIS, I've got something I'd like you to take a look at when you have the time,” you said as you plugged it into the top USB port. The holographic keyboard and display came to life as you did. “It's got info about my brother on it. I can check back in later with you about it, ok?”

You retreated to the bedroom as you talked to JARVIS, shedding your boots and tactical outfit as you went.

The shower was heavenly. Rinsing the day off yourself always felt nice. But you had a party to attend, at least that's what the message from Tony had said a few days ago when they got back from Sokovia.

On the bed were two outfits, one you're sure Nat had picked for you, and the other Tony. Smirking, you put on your go-to.

A pair of dark, high waisted slacks and an oversized burgundy turtleneck. Your combat boots would have to do. No way were you wearing heels just to go upstairs and see your friends.

Once ready, you made your way back towards the elevators. Checking one last time at the progress JARVIS was making. You noticed a bunch of files open, more information being downloaded than before.

“Thanks, J! I'll go through all that with you later,” you call out as you enter the lift. You hit the button for the right floor and wait. The soft chime of the lift stopping, has you straightening.

The music wasn't as loud as you'd thought it would. Only a few people noticed you stepping off the elevator. No one you knew, however.

As you scanned the large lounge, you noticed Sam and Steve on the loft. They lifted their hands in greeting, and you gave a small wave.

“There she is!” Called a voice to your right, Maria and Rhodes met you halfway, and you gave them a hug.

“Maria, James. Good to see you,” you looked around a little, trying to find the man you came home to see.

“He's at the bar,” Maria nudged your arm. You gave her a grateful smile and excused yourself.

Tony wasn't paying attention when you found yourself standing behind him, his hands fidgeting with the glass in front of him.

“This seat taken, handsome?”

He straightened, glancing over his shoulder slightly, “Actually, I was just waiting for my girlfriend,” he turned fully to face you, eyes lighting up as he looked at you. “She's very possessive, y’know. Gets pretty bite-y when she doesn't get her way.”

You hummed as you stepped closer to him, fingers lightly running up his tie, “Think I can handle myself,” you step closer and one of Tony's hands finds your waist, pulling you in more. You pout up at him, peaking through your lashes, “And I don't get bite-y when I don't get my way.”

He chuckles, and you feel it vibrate through you, his free hand coming up to your face, and his thumb rubs across your cheek.

“I missed you, Pretty Girl,” Tony's hand cups your face and you lean into the touch. He leans in and runs his nose along yours, and a sigh leaves your chest.

“Missed you too, Tones.”

“Ahem,” a voice loudly calls from behind the bar. “OK, love birds, you're making everyone else jealous.”

Natasha smirks at you when you look over Tony's shoulder at her. He pulls you into his side as he turns to face her and reaches into his suit jacket pocket, placing a one hundred dollar bill on the countertop.

Nat's perfectly manicured fingers land on the bill, and she slides it over and places it inside of her blouse.

“Bet him you'd wear my outfit tonight,” She's still smirking. “I'll make you a drink.”

Tony, you and Natasha talked for a while, losing time while catching up and sharing drinks. They told you about what went down in Sokovia, from the advanced HYDRA weapons to Strucker's experimenting on humans with Loki's Scepter. Down in Strucker's lab, there was advanced robotics work, scraps, and heaps of salvaged material from the Battle of New York.

And a few more small details as well.

“Wait, wait,” you gasped between laughs, hand clutching Tony's arm to keep yourself upright. “He really said that? Language! Like you're 5?” You giggled again when Nat and Tony both nodded.

Tony pursed his lips, trying to hide the smile that spread across his face, hand resting on the back of your chair.

Bruce came over shortly after, his eyes only seeing Natasha, so you and Tony excused yourselves and made the rounds.

You met a few new people, including Dr. Helen Cho, who was in town for a conference, from South Korea.

***

Hours later, you were sitting in the loveseat between Tony and Rhodey. A casual and easy conversation flowed as everyone wound down from the evening's festivities.

You placed your finished Chinese food container on the coffee table in front of you. A sigh of contentment left you as you settled back in the seat.

“But, it's a trick!” Clint yells out, pulling you and Rhodey from conversation.

Thor chuckles from his spot next to Steve on the couch, “Oh, no. It's much more than that.”

“Uh, ‘Whosoever be he worthy shall haveth the power!’ Whatever, man! It's a trick,” Clint snarks.

“Well please, be my guest.”

Tony places his arm behind you on the chair, “Come on.”

Clint raises his eyebrows, “Really?”

“Yeah!”

“Oh this is gonna be beautiful,” Rhodey says from beside you.

“Clint, you've had a tough week, we won't hold it against you if you can't get it up,” Tony's comment makes everyone around chuckle.

Clint struggles for a moment as he tries to lift Thor's hammer, “I still don't know how you do it.”

“Smell the silent judgment?”

“Please, Stark, by all means,” Clint places his hands on his hips as he challenges Tony.

You roll your eyes as Tony makes a show of getting up and peeling off his suit jacket. You willingly take it and drape it over your shoulders, letting his scent fill your nose.

Tony tries and fails to lift Mjolnir. Even with the help of Rhodes and their gauntlets.

Next was Bruce, and he fails, pretending to Hulk out in the process. You give him a sympathetic smile at his attempt.

Steve was next, and you swore you thought it budged, but he relents and sits back down next to Thor.

Thor sighs in relief, and he looks to you, and all eyes land on you after.

“No way, I have enough things to worry about, thank you,” your hands come up in defense.

“Widow?” Bruce asks, and she leans back, taking a sip of her beer.

“Oh, no, no. That's not a question I need answered.”

Tony picks you up bridal style and places you on his lap as he takes your seat, “All deference to the man who wouldn't be king, but it's rigged.”

Clint nods, “You bet your ass.”

“Steve, he said a bad language word,” Maria mocks and points to Clint. Everyone chuckles.

Steve gives Tony an exasperated glare, “Did you tell everyone about that?” You giggle from your spot on Tony's lap, and Steve shakes his head.

Thor gets up and easily flips the hammer around in his grip, grinning as he scans around the group, “You're all not worthy.”

There's a chorus of boos and disagreement as Thor just chuckles at everyone.

Then there's a loud screeching noise, like microphone feedback, but ten times worse, and everyone covers their ears. You let out a whine as it stops, and Tony runs his hands up and down your arms.

As the screeching fades, there's a thumping coming from the hall, a metallic voice fills the air, and Steve stands on high alert.

“Worthy... No, how could you be worthy?” it's a beat-up Legion suit. An arm is missing and leaking fluid. There's parts missing from its body, and the face is scratched and marred. “You're all killers.”

“Stark,” Steve says in his Captain voice, his stance wide.

Tony sets you down on your feet, placing himself in front of you as he pulls out his phone, “JARVIS.”

The metallic voice of the Legionnaire continues, “I'm sorry, I was asleep. Or... I was a-dream?”

Tony starts tapping at his phone, “Reboot, Legionnaire OS, we got a buggy suit.”

“There was a terrible noise…” the Legionnaire says, “and I was tangled in... in... strings. I had to kill the other guy. He was a good guy.”

Steve takes a step closer, “You killed someone?”

“Wouldn't have been my first call. But, down in the real world, we're faced with ugly choices.”

“Who sent you?” Thor's voice booms.

A recording of Tonys voice plays from the suit, "I see a suit of armor around the world."

Bruce looks at Tony, shock on his face, “Ultron!”

“In the flesh,” the suit - Ultron - says, "Or, no, not yet. Not this... chrysalis. But I'm ready. I'm on a mission.

“What mission?” Nat asks.

“Peace in our time.”

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AN: boy!! This took so long for me to finish. I knew where I wanted to go, but I just couldn't get it out there! Thank you for reading, it means so much to me!! More to come soon!

[fabiansociety]

krystal with a k telling all her listeners who want to get away with “something untoward under dentonic’s roof” that she hopes they never know when to stop dreaming just makes me even more hopeful that this whole criminal experience is an upper level dentonic package and that one or all of poppy’s boys are either in-character employees or hardlight holograms. at a more probable level it makes it sound like dentonic is aware of and approves of the whole buttercream demimonde, either as a way to add free character to their experiences—all of the gang’s heists so far have enriched the park experience for the guests around them—or as a way to safely direct people’s criminal urges into approved channels. basically a social form of go away green aimed specifically at employees like poppy’s boys.

[tekumaniac311]

Open Arms: Admittance.

One day later.

Dogday got up like any normal day, got his coffee, his breakfast and was discussing the latest information with his fellow Space Riders.

Picky Piggy was collecting the empty dishes preparing to clean them when she asked "Hey, captain? Did you hear that-" "My brother got suspended? Yeah." Dogday said with a tone. "The guy..honestly had it coming, i heard from Poppy he caused a lot of property damage, costing a cargo shuttle load of Credits." Bubba spoke

Dogday sighed "Maybe....I should go visit him, Poppy told me he was spending his suspension on Eden." Hoppy however just shrugged "Your brother's kind of a jerk, FixFox was gonna let me test ride one of her vehicles until I got a call from her saying that Dogbite wouldn't let her allow me."

"Prettybird told me she spent over an hour in the mirror only for your brother to cancel her date with me." Kickin added "I think it's my fault." Their captain sighed "Yours?" Catnap signed, to which Dogday nodded "Remember back at the academy, I was focused on classes, you guys and...justice. Not my brother, when he joined a year later I heard he had formed his own team and thought he was doing well."

"Did you visit him by chance?" Bubba asked, only for Dogday to shake his head "No. I just thought he was doing okay." He sighed and looked out the window "If i just talked, just TALKED to him time to time back in the academy. Asked how he was. Or congratulated him on his successes. Things would've been different.."

"You blame yourself for the way he acts?" Bubba deduced, Dogday just nodded, agreeing. Dogday's ears flicked hearing the sound of hooves clicking closer and fast, Craftycorn rushed in with a package "Captain! Captain!" She cried "What's the matter, Crafty?" Dogday asked before Craftycorn presented the package to him "You have a package. It's from The Seraphim.."

Within a minute, the crew had gathered in the meeting room as Bubba opened the package to reveal a holodisk, putting it in the tables computer, the hologram activated to reveal The Seraphim herself. "Dogday Solaris. I am sure you are most delighted to see me."

"Oh boy, wonder why.." Hoppy moaned as the hologram played. "I have something that may inquire your interest." With a smooth gesture of her hand she reveals..Dogbite, strung up with his arms apart and his legs tied, Dogday immediately got up from his seat as he saw in horror.

"I believe this person is of most importance to you, Dogday." The Seraphim said calmly, the loud humming of generators activated and shot a blast of electric energy down on Dogbite, all Dogbite could do was scream in agony. "No..!" Dogday whined. After the electric energies subsided, Seraphim softly stroked Dogbite's chin. "Smile, Space Rider. Your brother is watching this."

"SCREW YOU!!" Dogbite growled, spitting at the Seraphim "What a charmer your brother is.." Seraphim replied, "Your brother, as well as your parents must be proud of you for this." She said, caressing Dogbite's head "Do you have anything to say, Dogbite?"

Dogbite, lifting his body against the ropes holding him up looked directly at the camera, his eyes sunken with tiredness. "Ludwig, Poppy, my team...my brother...they were all right. Right about me..." He whimpered before lowering his head.

"Dogbite..." Dogday whispered as he continued to watch the video. "No need to plant a rescue, Space Riders. I will have my fellow followers deliver him to you in due time...perhaps his legs first."

With that, the hologram ended and Dogday was silent, still as a rock. Taking in the news that his brother is captive...suddenly screaming in anger Dogday picked up his chair and tossed it at the wall, shocking everyone.

Dogday slowly calmed down, his breathing calmer as he turned to his friends. "Sorry...I just snapped..I gotta save him!"

"You mean WE, right?" Kickin stood up replying. "Yeah...Bubba, can you track where Dogbite is?" Dogday asked

"For sure, it was the Seraphim's factory in the Calypso galaxy. On a dead planet." Bubba told him "Right, Catnap, you and I will contact Dogbite's team. Bubba, you Picky and Bobby set course for that planet, this will be an all hands on deck rescue mission!" Dogday ordered.

"All hands on deck, so all of us?" Hoppy asked "That's right." Dogday responded and looked out the window "Please be alive when we get there, little brother.."

On the dead planet, the Seraphim walked into the chamber holding Dogbite, still strung up and weakened. "Your brother should have received my present by now." She said softly "Shut up you witch..." Dogbite groaned "Lights out for now, Space Rider. Tomorrow, your legs will be my 'pets' breakfast." She said as she left, leaving Dogbite in the darkness.

While Dogbite was alone with his thoughts, he had finally, after all this time, realized his behavior was indeed souring his team, his recklessness was getting himself and others in danger, his alienating was incredibly unfair to his team and that his grudge was only going to get him killed. A single tear ran down his cheek as he admitted to himself.

"I am my own worst enemy..."

TO BE CONTINUED

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[reality-detective]

Something To Think About 🤔

You may find this is interesting. 👇

“The Wizard of Oz = The Crown Temple. This is not a mere child’s story written by L. Frank Baum.

What symbol does “Oz” stand for?

Ounces… Gold.

What is the yellow brick road?

Bricks or ingot bars of gold.

The character known as the Straw Man represents that fictitious ALL CAPS legal fiction – a PERSON – the Government created with the same spelling as your Christian birth name.

Remember what the Straw Man wanted from the Wizard of Oz?

A brain!

No legal fiction has a brain because they have no breath of life!

What did he get in place of a brain?

A Certificate.

A Birth Certificate for a new legal creation.

He was proud of his new legal status, plus all the other legalisms he was granted.

Now he becomes the true epitome of the brainless sack of straw who was given a Certificate in place of a brain of common sense.

What about the Tin Man?

Does Taxpayer Identification Number (TIN) mean anything to you?

The poor TIN Man just stood there mindlessly doing his work until his body literally froze up and stopped functioning.

He worked himself to death because he had no heart nor soul.

He’s the heartless and emotionless creature robotically carrying out his daily task as if he was already dead.

He’s the ox pulling the plough and the mule toiling under the yoke.

His masters keep him cold on the outside and heartless on the inside in order to control any emotions or heart he may get a hold of.

The pitiful Cowardly Lion was always too frightened to stand up for himself.

Of course, he was a bully and a big mouth when it came to picking on those smaller than he was.

They act as if they have great courage, but they really have none at all.

All roar with no teeth of authority to back them up.

When push came to shove, the Cowardly Lion always buckled under and whimpered when anyone of any size or stature challenged him. He wanted courage from the Grand Wizard, so he was awarded a medal of “official” recognition.

Now, regardless of how much of a coward he still was, his official status made him a bully with officially recognized authority.

He’s just like the Attorneys who hide behind the Middle Courts of the Temple Bar.

What about the trip through the field of poppies?

They weren’t real people, so drugs had no effect on them.

The Wizard of Oz was written at the turn of the century, so how could the author have known America was going to be drugged?

The Crown has been playing the drug cartel game for centuries.

Just look up the history of Hong Kong and the Opium Wars.

The Crown already had valuable experience conquering all of China with drugs, so why not the rest of the world?

Who finally exposed the Wizard for what he really was?

Toto, the ugly (or cute, depending on your perspective) and somewhat annoying little dog.

Toto means “in total, all together; Latin in toto.” Notice how Toto was not scared of the Great Wizard’s theatrics, yet he was so small in size compared to the Wizard, no-one seemed to notice him.

The smoke, flames and hologram images were designed to frighten people into doing as the Great Wizard of Oz commanded.

Toto simply went over, looked behind the curtain – the court – (see the definition for curtain above), saw it was a scam, and started barking until others paid attention to him and came to see what all the barking was about. Just an ordinary person controlling the levers that created the illusions of the Great Wizard’s power and authority.

The veil hiding the corporate legal fiction and its false courts were removed.

The Wizard’s game was up.

It’s too bad that people don’t realize how loud a bark from a little dog is.

What about your bark?

Do you just remain silent and wait to be given whatever food and recognition, if any, your legal slave master gives you?

Are you going to continue to follow the script? 🤔