#t reg cell

[strawberoni]

(repost, sorry ahaha)

regulatory t and nk (≧∀≦)

me pairing the baddest btches together because it just makes sense yk… but in all honesty i love them both and their interactions have so much potential I LOVE THE BOTH OF THEM SM… i would make more art of them if i wasn’t shy

CELL YURI 4 LIFE >:3

[moosebeans]

I choose a simple topic for my 5 minute presentation assignment thinking it'll make the assignment painless. I immediately get frustrated by how little there is to say about it because the topic is simple and straightforward and I feel like I'm not doing good enough research. why am I like this.

[my-castles-crumbling]

"So they filled my cell with snakes, I regret to say, do you believe me now?"

~ Taylor Swift (Cassandra) Pairing: jegulily angst - Rating: T

TW: (MDC)

"What about Pettigrew?" Regulus asked, hesitantly voicing the thought he'd been keeping to himself for weeks.

Four pairs of eyes turned towards him.

"Reg, love, I-" Lily murmured softly, holding a nursing Harry in her arms.

"He would never," Sirius said, looking disgusted.

"Well, it has to be someone!" Regulus bust out, frustrated. They'd been at this for weeks, now. Trying to determine who was passing information to Voldemort. Who was close enough to them to know such crucial things, but sneaky enough to get away with it.

Of course, Regulus knew that a fair few people suspected him. The thought of it made him want to scream. The idea of betraying his husband and wife, not to mention his brother ad best friend, made him feel nauseous.

But Peter? He'd always been a bit sly. His Animagus was a rat, for Merlin's sake. And he'd been strangely absent lately...

"Have you seen him at meetings?" Remus asked thoughtfully, always the voice of reason.

"No," Regulus admitted. It was true. When he went to Death Eater meetings to spy, Peter was nowhere to be seen.

"I don't think he would do that," James murmured, eyes heavy with sadness. "I can't imagine..." a tear dropped to his cheek.

"He wouldn't," Sirius insisted, jaw set.

But as Regulus fell to the floor on October 31st, 1981, clutching the hands of Lily and James to his chest, screaming in agony at the sight of their lifeless bodies, he knew.

He was right.

And, allowing the anger to overflow within him, the loss and denial and feeling of utter despair and loneliness ripping through his very soul, he screamed as Sirius, who stumbled through the door with wide eyes.

"Do you believe me now?"

[whatisame]

Bartylus, baby!!!!

Summary: Barty is in jail and Regulus wants to break up with him. Inspired by that one Shameless US scene.

"Barty..." There are no words to describe what Regulus is feeling right now, holding a phone to his ear and looking at Barty through the stained glass.

"I did it myself," he smirks proudly like it isn't obvious with his wobbly R and smudged g. Regulus is going to kill himself. And then Barty. Don't ask how.

What were you thinking?

Why are you making this so hard for me?

"That is not how you spell Arcturus."

"The fuck it isn't." Barty frowns and looks down at his bare chest. "A-k-t-u-r-u-s."

"I think I would know how to spell my own middle name, Barty."

"Fuck. Are you messing with me right now?"

"Are you?! Who the fuck gets a prison tattoo? Do you know what kinds of infections you could have gotten? Did you even sterilize—"

"—So you don't like it, is that what you're saying?"

"Jesus Christ." Regulus runs his hands through his hair, a fruitless attempt at soothing himself. "Whatever made you think that I'd like it?"

"I don't know, Regulus, the fact that it's fucking romantic?" Barty stared at him with raised eyebrows and Regulus resisted the urge to slam his head against the glass. "I was thinking that once I got out I'd have enough practice to make it look better, maybe even move on from the rusty needle. Then maybe I could give you one of my name. Maybe of my face? Definitely of my ass."

"I'm so not doing that."

"I'm kidding! You don't have to get one of my ass. Although, I must say, you're kind of missing out."

"I will not be getting any tattoos in your honor, Barty. It's over."

"What do you mean?"

"You and me. We're over. We're bad for each other, B."

It was startling, Barty's face changing from his usual couldn't-give-a-damn expression to something so solemn. Regulus had scarcely seen it happen over the course of their friendship. He saw it once, when he'd found out about Walburga's anger issues and how she chose to deal with them. And twice, when he'd pushed Regulus away after their first kiss.

And now, obviously.

"You don't mean that," he says gravely.

"I know we're not boyfriends, I know you hate that word but I thought—" Regulus takes a deep breath and makes himself look Barty in the eye. "I know about Evan."

It's funny. How Barty doesn't even try to deny it. Then again, he didn't think he would.

"Fuck," is the only thing he says.

Regulus agrees.

"I just came here to say that, so..." he grimaces, almost hanging up.

"Wait, Reg!" He sees more than hears the words leaving Barty's lips. He picks up the phone again. Barty is silent on the other end.

"What?" Regulus snaps. It irks him how the other boy enjoys making things harder for him. He knew how much this meant for him. How much he meant to him.

"Just–Don't go." Regulus scoffs. "I'll be your fucking boyfriend or whatever. I don't care but— Stay."

"That's exactly the problem, B. You don't care. I like you—"

"—I like you too!"

"Well I like you more! Clearly! I have been at your beck and call for months and you might pretend like you don't notice and everything is the same and we're still the Barty and Regulus from years ago, but we're not. I'm not. I refuse to spell it out for you, B, so read between the fucking lines."

Barty is silent for a long time before he speaks. Something about the shadows lurking in his eyes makes Regulus lean closer. Everything about Barty is magnetic, and he fucking despises it.

"I know," he nods slowly, "I have always known I don't deserve you. This is not me pitying myself, I know I'm a fucking scumbag, I'm proud of it. But Reg. Fuck. If you could see yourself the way I see you... Well, you'd freak out. I'm properly mental." He chuckles half-heartedly. "It's actually fucking annoying having you running around my head all day. Pretty sure my cell-mate thinks so too. Any day now he's gonna stab me in my sleep with my soap-knife—"

"—Your what?"

"It's a knife carved from soap. Don't worry about the details," Barty says, waving a hand dismissively. "My point is he's told me I'm getting on his last nerve by talking nonstop about you. Or at least that's what I think he said, half of it was in Spanish so, you know..."

"Oh."

"Yeah," Barty says while scratching the back of his neck. He avoids Regulus' searching gaze.

He knows he shouldn't press. That Barty is uncomfortable right now and that to leave it alone is for the best.

And yet...

"What do you say about me?"

It makes Barty throw his head back with a laugh. "Oh, baby, you'd be surprised."

"Well, go on." Regulus twirls the cord around his index finger. The one with the ring Barty gave him. "Surprise me."

"I talk about you at lunch, and make sure everyone knows how much I miss tasting your delicious food."

Regulus laughs but it's more of a punched breath. Barty practically bites through the spoon whenever he offers him a taste.

"I talk about you in the yard when I see the ridiculous cliques and know they'd make you laugh."

Barty describes them for him. He hates that it does make him laugh. He tells him he should join the retired christian hitmen. Barty disagrees, but only because he's forming his own clique.

"I even talked about you when some guy tried to beat the shit out of me. Told him how you weigh half as much as he does and could still kick his ass easily."

"Barty," he chastises. Try to stay out of trouble, he'd told Barty when he first visited him. To which he had replied, Don't worry, I'm going to make prision my bitch. It had done nothing to put Regulus at ease.

Barty smirks. "Shut up. You're flattered."

It makes him snort. Not bothering to deny it.

"I don't talk about you at night but that doesn't mean you're not up here being a little shit." He taps his forehead with the plastic phone and smiles languidly. "You haunt me. I want to know what you're doing, who you are with, it drives me up the walls."

Regulus swallows hard.

"I think often about how I'm here for you. And eventhough I know you hate me for it, I'd do it again. And again. I'll always look out for you first, Whiskers."

"You shouldn't."

"You see... I knew you would say that."

Regulus isn't surprised. They know each other better than anyone else.

"I'm still gonna do it," Barty adds, shrugging. "Even if you get rid of me."

"Like I could," Regulus scoffs. "Fucking parasite."

"Good," he declares. "Now, about Evan—"

Regulus' throat constricts. Right. He'd forgotten for a moment. Evan accidentally let it slip, how he spent the night at Barty's some weeks after their first kiss.

"It's over. I promise. It's been over for a long time. I haven't been able to–ehem–perform with anyone else since we..." he trails off but Regulus got the gist of it.

"Are you kidding? That was months ago!" Barty looks mortified which makes Regulus feel quite accomplished. Barty is naturally unashamed, unbothered and proud, and Regulus feels a rush whenever he manages to get him to snap. Pressing his finger on a bruise has always brought him pleasure. "Don't tell me you were suddenly feeling shy?"

"Fuck you, first of all. I don't want to talk about this."

"Did little Jr miss me so terribly he had to go into hiding?"

"Yes he fucking did!" Barty screams, all loud energy and electrifying gaze. Everything Regulus is fundamentally against concelead in a grimy boy who happens to be his favorite person in ths world.

"So you must like me a lot, huh?!" he goads.

"Yes, you asshole! Very fucking much!"

Regulus chuckles, chest warm and pleasant buzz under his skin. "Adorable. I guess your dick isn't the only thing that went soft."

Barty crackles at that, flipping him off as he laughs.

"I hate you so much," Barty mutters when the shared laughter dies down.

"Yeah, I know." Regulus smiles, gently tracing Barty's stupid tattoo with his eyes.

Regulus Akturus Black

"I hate you with my bones."

[cressthebest]

Crimson Rivers thoughts pt. 5

chapter 9:

1. OMG DID REMUS FORGET TO GO BACK TO HIS CELL WAIT HOLY SHIT THIS ISNT GONNA BE GOOD

2. oh good wait, remus left and came back

3. sirius��� first thought is to brush his teeth to kiss sirius 😭😭 he’s so me fr. i wouldn’t let my ex kiss me unless they brushed their teeth first. or had a mint. im so sensitive to smells

4. “He used to build things. Create things. And now he's lucky if he doesn't destroy what's already formed.” JESUS FUCK. THATS LITERALLY SO SAD WTF

5. 😭😭😭 sirius is literally amidst gay panic beyond your wildest comprehension and remus is just like ✨☺️😏🥱🩷🏳️‍🌈 “touch me”

BABES

6. “Remus hums. "Imagine how I feel. No one's touched me without causing me pain in five years."” NOOOO BABY

7. god, wolfstar deserves everything. the best wolfstar content i find is always in a fic that is centered on another ship. i could literally survive off wolfstar alone- no water, no food, no air

8. wolfstar calling each other beautiful>>>>>>>

9. 😬 what did sirius jsut say. i must be going crazy. cause there’s no way he just said he needed to brush his teeth

10. wolfstar deserves the world universe

11. reg is no longer a pathetic teen with a crush, he’s a pathetic adult with a crush

12. reg being grumpy even in his sleep <33333

13. james having a pathetic crush on reg while cuddling together is top tier

14. there really needs to be an emoji to accurately show the face i just made. it probably looks similar to this- 😀😟 what. there’s no way reg is about to tease james, just to get his old 14 year old self off

15. 😀😀 girl what is he doing. i-

16. how he became freinds with barty is so crimson rivers canon, i can’t even. like, i KNOW that it’s canon. but it’s also canon that bizzarestars was right about. no author mistakes in that piece

17. damn, reg is actually gonna go at it. i don’t know how james is gonna survive this and make it to the actual arena.

18. “James says his name like it's the only word that has meaning. His voice is rough, and Regulus' name is sloppy and desperate in his mouth, like a hail mary or a form of salvation.” CHRIST. I SAID I DIDNT KNOW HOW JAMES WOULD SURVIVE THIS, BUT HOW THE HELL DID REG SURVIVE THIS??

19. “Barty is a good lover, there's no denying that—but he'll be damned if James isn't just better.” 😟 shocked. omg. who would have guessed this would be reggie’s thoughts

20. “"Because you might die today," Regulus tells him bluntly, shrugging one shoulder as he stands up. "Consider it a parting gift. Now, get out."”

😧

they just fucked, and all reg can do is be like “yeah yeah, now get out horny bitch” no fucking way i just read that right i-

bitch that’s foul

21. “Regulus is a conundrum, honestly.” yes. that’s the word i’d use to describe him.

22. james: don’t tell sirius that reg and i just fucked. also james: “he’s in the shower”

bitch if you could be any more obvious

23. “Remus Lupin. If there's one good thing to come out of all this, it's him.” YES YES YES ABSOLUTELY! REMUS IS THE GOOD IN THIS

24. “”James, I am so grateful to know you, and so sorry that I had to. Every name that I call is a name I wish I never learned. Yours—you—will remain etched into my heart forever."” BITCH I CANT CRY OVER THIS- MY EYE MAKEUP LOOKS TOO GOOD TODAY TO CRY

25. “"I'll see you again soon, Regulus."” BITCH WTF THAT HURTS EVEN MORE THAN JAMES’ GOODBYE

26. maybe it’s been too long since i’ve read the books, BUT this fic seems to capture the absolute tragedy and horrors of it before it even starts even more

27. christ, not reg saying the “i don’t want to go” that hurts. like holy fuck. he’s still just a scared child. don’t put him in that arena

28. god, the way the death of james feels like sirius dying too. and sirius deciding that once james is dead, sirius will be too

how the hell is this people’s comfort fic???

29. not sirius having a lapse of memory and losing his memory of his last moments with james. that shit hurts

30. fabian <3333

31. 😧 wait fabian is dead. they just shot him. holy shit

32. gideon <3333

33. wait gideon is dead too.

y’all. i just-

this whole chapter was a fucking rollercoaster.

[heckthis-heckallofthis]

CAWF Tumblr simulator

🦠 Neutro-2145 Follow

B Cell hasn't worked in a while, the bacteria tastes bland…

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❤️ IM1235 Follow

The neutrophils are so cool when they're saving the body! I should get them a gift to show my gratitude!

❤️ IM1235

Ok I just saw them rip out the insides of an infected cell, I don't think I can sleep tonight.

#oh my god #do they do that all the time???

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🧸 Dendri217 Follow

I don't think sewing lactic acid bacteria nearly everyday is good for my mental health, but it sure is fun! I need to go outside more I think

#lactic acid bacteria #my beloved #maybe I have too many of them #but you can never have too many lactic acid bacteria

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🎆 RegT59 Follow

As much as I love Helper T as a friend I wish he'd stop buying random things with our budget. He didn't even solve the Rubik's cube he bought last time, now he's buying those metal wire puzzles.

🎆 RegT59

He offered to get me something and I bought a conch shell just because it looked interesting. His bad habits are rubbing off on me.

#sigh #i should just stick to solitaire #our office is getting so cluttered

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⚪ Neutro-3033 Follow

The amount of people that don't know not all neutrophils enjoy eating bacteria or infected cells is wild. Have you tried to eat some?? It's terrible. Some of us only eat it because it's part of the job.

#i swear #its so annoying #at least the RBCS bring us stuff other than bacteria #i really wouldn't mind something less sweet

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✖️ Cross-TCell reblogged

🐦‍⬛ King-Killer

How do I tell my subordinates that I don't actually hate them and that I'm just strict and they need to stop being so sloppy? Believe me guys I like having you around please invite me to something I'm begging you

🐦‍⬛ King-Killer

That was a moment of weakness ignore that (please invite me please please please ple

🐦‍⬛ King-Killer

WHICH ONE OF YOU REBLOGGED THIS?? NOW ALL MY SUBORDINATES ARE CONSTANTLY BRINGING ME WITH THEM FOR LUNCH????

#its okay squad leader #we honestly just thought you'd be too busy to bother with us #so glad you actually do like us #the boys love you too

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🍸 Microfold108 Follow

What even is the point of living? If not just for the sake of a higher being we don't even know? Are they good? Are they bad? Maybe they're the nicest person in the world, maybe they're a serial killer who has murdered countless of their kind. Do they know we work only for them? Do they know how many of us love them?

🍸 Microfold108

Nevermind Dendritic cell came over with a lot of friends and he said they all enjoyed me so maybe there is more to life than that.

#i need to find an actual interest #maybe then I'll stop being so negative about everything

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🟩 HelperT31 Follow

Apparently you can just buy a house??? On Sellular?? I'm going to prank Reg T with this. It's going to be so funny, imagine I pull out a whole house right in front of the office, she'd go insane.

#nobody reblog this I can't let reg t see this #itll ruin the surprise

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🗡️ NatKiller095 Follow

Non-immune cells are literally so scary, how do you socialize everyday without getting tired or stressed out??? What do you MEAN you think us murdering cells is scarier?? At least I don't have to go around the ENTIRE body just to hand over a box of gases to someone I barely know!

✨ Eosin-9024 Follow

I agree!! How else would you relieve stress if you can't straight up explode? I would rather die than have to deal with that everyday, I'm so glad parasitic infections are rarer than bacterial and viral infections.

#non immune cells #im sorry for exploding your houses all the time but you guys genuinely terrify me

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🪩 B265 Follow

I love working on the skin! So many beautiful women up here! Way better than working for that insane idiot boss in the alimentary tract

#talking about helper T cell #he sucks so bad #wont let me live my life for just 5 minutes #i do really miss reg t tho #she was way better than helper T

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🪄 Mast92 Follow

The reason why Cellor-sun was so adamant about saving her friends despite risking her life to do so was because if she didn't she risked the Natchlor absorbing her powers and in turn causing the destruction of the whole vessel. Yes she loves her friends but she needed to take the risk, it was a big part of the plot, how do people not see that the first time they watched??

Also I hate how they forcefully gave Cellor-sun a love interest. Soma was an interesting character as Cellor-sun's new companion but they didn't have to force the love interest trope on him. I feel like the trope was so one dimensional, like two different people wrote him. The Cellor-sun I know would never instantly fall in love with someone like that! Their arc was literally 20 minutes long!!! She has high standards and yet just happened to meet someone who has all those exact standards??? Where do you find a cell that happens to be into all your interests, mesh well with your friends, and don't mind that you are a magical girl constantly risking your life for the sake of the vessel?? Soma would've been fine if he was just a friend of Cellor, he could've been her love interest, just stretch it out realistically. He has interesting powers that interact well with the rest of the cast, I really just wish his arc with Cellor would've been written better. Whoever wrote that needs to post a public apology right now.

#cellor-sun against the univessel #cellor-sun #soma-san catu #i could've written it better for real #catu

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[kybercrystals94]

You Can Trust Me

By KyberCrystals94

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Whumptober 2023|Day 2|Prompt:Delirium

Bad Things Happen Bingo|Prompt:Mind Games

Rating: T

(CW: non consensual drug use)

Words: 1,282

Summary: Captured and drugged, Tech struggles to grasp reality.

TECH

General Skywalker’s voice calls over the din of blaster fire, “Tech, open that door for Rex!”

“Yes, sir!” Tech responds instantly, darting across the open to the sealed entrance. After a moment, Rex is at his shoulder, exchanging rounds with the enemy, covering Tech as he splices into the system. This feels familiar, Tech thinks distantly, the door sliding open at his hacked instruction.

Tech scans the room. This is where the signal came from. Echo has to be here, if there is any physical form of Echo to find at all. Tech approaches a large cylindrical contraption inset within the wall, sleek and awful. Familiar...why is this familiar? His scan shows that something warm-blooded and alive is tucked inside. A heavy, knotted thing forms in his stomach. “I don’t like the look for this. I’m definitely picking up a life-form in there. It seems to be a stasis chamber.”

Rex approaches the device like it might lash out. Tech cannot see the reg captain’s facial expression because of the helmet, but his body language practically screams trepidation.

Tech goes to the controls, glancing over them briefly to familiarize himself. “I think I can get it open.” His mind processes faster than even his fingers can move, but within seconds, the chamber is hissing as it unseals, icy vapor billowing from the now open hatch. A figure falls forward, grey – almost bloodless – skin stretched thin over sharp bones. Despite his shrunken structure, familiar clone eyes stare out, open but unseeing, flitting rapidly.

Echo...Tech thinks, horror stuttering his thoughts. I know him...he’s my friend. Why do I know him?

Rex’s voice rallies Tech back. The man is holding Echo stable so that his body isn’t pulling against the tubes and wires literally latched into the broken frame of their brother. “Tech, we got to get him out of here. Figure out how to unplug him from...from this mess!” Rex is lowering Echo to the ground, holding him in his arms, whispering words Tech can’t hear.

But Tech wants to comfort Echo too, feels as though he needs to rush to his side, hold him companionably as Rex is doing now. This isn’t right. This isn’t how it happened. I didn’t know Echo before Skako Minor...I shouldn’t remember this. It hasn’t happened yet. Something is wrong.

Suddenly, Echo is gasping, eyes now seeing but wild with panic. It sounds like he’s suffocating.

“What’s happening to him?” Rex cries, pulling Echo up against him, “Do something, Tech! What is wrong with him?”

Tech falls next to them with his med scanner, his hands are shaking so badly he can barely get a reading. Echo is dying. His body is shutting down. He isn’t going to make it.

No...this isn’t what happened. This isn’t how it happened! Echo is fine. He’s going to join the Batch, he’s going to be my brother...he can’t die.

Echo’s frantic gaze meets Tech’s, a single tear tracking down the ashen skin of his cheek. “Tech,” he gasps, the word barely taking shape in his shallow, choking breaths. “It’s going to be okay. Can you hear me, Tech?” The words are garbled but distantly clear, like hearing a voice through water. “Tech?”

Tech shakes his head. He doesn’t understand what’s happening. This shouldn’t be happening.

With one last, gargled breath, Echo says, “Tech,” and his body goes still.

Tech reaches out, but he can’t bring himself to touch the dead form of his friend, his brother, his confidant. This isn’t right. We saved him. We saved him!

ECHO

The cell door is easy to hack, almost an insult to security systems, but Echo doesn’t have time to relish the ease with which he scomps in and undoes the lock. The door opens and Echo steps inside. He instantly finds Tech, curled in the corner, arms folded over his face protectively.

Echo taps his comm. “Hunter, I found Tech. Sending our location now. I’ll need help getting him back to the Marauder.”

Echo doesn’t wait for a response, rushing to his youngest brother. He kneels and puts a hand on Tech’s arm. “Tech,” he says, alarmed when his voice causes Tech to flinch and pull away from his touch. “It’s going to be okay. Can you hear me, Tech? Tech?” As gently as he can, he pries Tech’s arms away from his face. “Tech,” he says again when he sees that Tech’s eyes are open, his face frozen in an expression of displacement.

Tech’s eyes gloss over him with a look of stricken uncertainty. “Echo?” he whispers.

“Yeah,” Echo says, pulling off his helmet. “Are you alright? Do you remember what happened?”

Tech doesn’t seem to hear him or comprehend the question. He scrambles to a sitting position, reaching out his hands. Echo resists the urge to recoil in surprise when Tech begins to trace his face with trembling fingers. Then they fall to grip Echo’s cuirass. “You’re really here?” Tech breathes the question on an exhale, his familiar tone tattered with fraught emotion.

“I’m here, brother,” Echo says, resting his flesh hand against the back of Tech’s neck, pulling him forward until their foreheads press together.

“You’re real?” Tech reiterates, the words barely audible.

But Echo hears them. “I’m real. You’re safe.”

Tech’s resolve crumbles then, and he begins to sob, clutching to Echo like Echo will simply melt away if he lets go. “I’m sorry,” Tech cries. “I’m so sorry.”

Echo moves his arms around Tech, embracing him, holding him steady. He hushes him soothingly. “Don’t apologize. It’s not your fault. None of this is your fault. Hunter should be here soon, and we’ll go back to the Marauder. We’ll get off this karking planet and never come back.”

Tech nods, tears leaking from under his goggles, and Echo holds him tighter. He hopes that Tech can’t feel the thunder of his heart under his armor. He isn’t sure what the drug made Tech see or believe, but what if there is residual damage even after they flush the toxin from his system? PTSD doesn’t sit well with the Kaminoans. While the Batch has done a decent job of hiding Echo’s…what if Tech’s is different?

Don’t think like that. Tech hasn’t even been treated yet, he reminds himself.

“Here,” Echo says, pulling back, but Tech clings to him almost aggressively, refusing to loosen his grip for even a moment. “Let’s sit against the wall. We’ll be more comfortable.”

Tech considers, breaths still hitching in gasps. “Yes,” he agrees after a moment, allowing Echo to shift and sit beside him. Once Echo has settled, Tech burrows under his arm. He feels smaller, somehow, in this state. Like a child. It reminds Echo of Ashoka, back when she would find herself tucked into Rex’s side after a particularly difficult mission.

“How’re you feeling,” Echo asks when he notices that Tech’s breathing has evened out a little.

Tech pushes himself impossibly closer into Echo’s side. Echo can’t imagine it’s comfortable with his cybernetics and armor jammed against Tech’s ribs; however, maybe that is the grounding Tech needs to know that this is real. “I don’t understand,” Tech says in a soft voice, “On Skako Minor...I couldn’t save you. You died. How are you here?”

“But you did save me, vod’ika,” Echo says gently, “I’m okay. I’m here and I’m real. You were captured and given a drug that causes hallucinations and extreme emotional distress. It’s taking your memories and contorting them.”

Tech shudders. “Then how do I know this is real?”

Echo considers for a moment. “Because I know it is, and you can trust me, Tech’ika. Everything is going to be okay.”

END

End Notes:

vod'ika = little sibling

Tech'ika = affectionate nickname for Tech (like saying 'Little Tech')

[faesjy]

part 1 of the brooklyn99 x marauders crossover

PILOT

[We start off with James Potter walking out of a car. We hear his voice-over while he ducks over some tape, heading inside a store.]

JAMES: [Dramatically] This job is eating me alive. I can't breathe anymore. I spent all these years trying to be the good guy, the man in the white hat. I'm not becoming like them. I am them.

REGULUS: Hey! What are you doing, idiot?

[The camera pans onto a frustrated Regulus Black. We then see James projecting his face onto multiple TV screens inside the store, using what seems to be a video camera that's attached to the ten monitors.]

JAMES: I'm doing the best speech from Donnie Brasco. Or actually, ten of me are doing the best speech from Donnie Brasco. [He stares at the screens of himself.] 'Sup?

REG: Get it together, man. Okay?

[Regulus is now talking with the store owner. He has a notebook open, and a pen in hand.]

REG: So the store was hit about two hours ago. They took mostly tablets, laptops, and cameras.

[We hear a keyboard playing an 80s hip-hop beat. James is seen fiddling with it.]

JAMES: Sorry.

[He stops the music. Regulus returns back to the store owner.]

REG: I'd like a list of all your employees, whoever had access to the store. I'd also like to apologize for my partner. His parents gave him too much attention and now he believes he is the centre of the world.

JAMES: Uh, Detective... [regulus looks to james slowly.] I already solved the case. We're looking for three white males, one of whom has sleeve tats on both arms.

REG: [Walking over to James.] And how do you know that?

JAKE: I had an informant on the inside. He's been here for years. Watching, learning. Waiting. His code name? [He holds up a stuffed bear.] Fuzzy Cuddle bear. He's a nanny cam. [He flips the bear over to show the electronic device inside, which appears to be the end of a camera.]

REG: [Scoffs] You got lucky.

JAMES: No, I got here five minutes before you and figured that in this gigantic electronics store, there had to be at least one working camera. [He plugs the camera into the TV screens, broadcasting the recorded video of two guys stealing. We see their face clearly.] Oh! Hi, bad guys! [He looks to the bear] You did it, fuzzy. You busted 'em. It's time to come home.

JAMES: [Imitating the Fuzzy while holding him up.] I'm not sure if I can. I've been undercover so long, I've forgotten who I am. I have seen terrible things. I haven't known the touch of a woman in many moons.

REGULIS: [Turning away.] All right.

JAMES: [Still imitating Fuzzy, however there is desperation in his voice.] Detective Black! Don't walk away from me!

[At the precinct.]

[James is bringing in the thieves from the store, heading over to the hold-up cells. While putting them in, he ends up bumping into Regulus while trying to get out. Regulus holds his hands up in defense, James pretends as if nothing happens, grinning stupidly.]

[We are then guided into the briefing room. It is 8:31 AM.]

[James is sitting down, in a room full of detectives when he looks to everyone.]

JAMES: Yes, I did crack the case. So, Black, would you do the honors?

[Regulus, frustrated, sighs and gets up from heisspot, heading over to a board. There is a small table in the corner of the board, which has a row called 'Potter', and another called 'Black'. Under Potter, it has 23, and under Black, it has 22.]

[Regulus sighs]

JAMES: Ah, yeah. And you're just gonna add one.

[Regulus changes the 23 to a 24. However, he wrote it really small.]

JAMES: I'm winning.

[The whole room applauds, cheering the situation on.]

[Regulus sighs, again.]

JAMES: It's a good feeling. It's a good feeling. Yeah.

REGULUS: [Returning to his seat.] Enjoy it while it lasts.

JAMES: I will!

[Remus Lupin is now standing up front. He is going to start up the briefing. There is a TV behind him.]

REMUS: Potter, update on the Morgenthau murder?

[James standing up from his spot, heading to the front of the room. There is now a slideshow on the TV which James is controlling.] Yeah! Good news for all you murder fans. Earlier this morning someone decided to shoot and kill luxury food importer Henry Morgenthau. [He flipped through the slides of the murder scene from the TV.] Body was found by the cleaning lady, during her interview, I deduced, using expert Detective work, that she had something super gross on her chin. [He changed the slide to the woman, and zoomed in on the white blemish on her chin. We see Peter Pettigrew perk up on his seat.]

PETER: I think it was flan.

JAMES: Peter thinks it was flan. I think it was butterscotch pudding.

[We now see Dorcas Meadowes with her legs on the table and crossed arms.]

DORCAS:Maybe it was just old person gunk. You know how old people always have that gunk on them.

JAMES: Oldie gunk. Could be, yeah. Anyone else?

REMUS: How about we focus on the murder and not the old person gunk?

REG: Crime techs are at the scene now. We're heading back when they're done.

REMUS: Okay, I want you on this. It's gonna be priority one for the new C.O.

DORCAS: Wait, tell us about the new Captain.

REMUS: Captain McGonnagal will be here soon. She'll wanna introduce herself. Dismissed.

[Everyone gets up from their seats and heads out the room.]

[We see Sirius Black at his desk. There is a template that says 'Sirius Black Civilian Administrator'. He is filing his nails, leaned back on his chair, unbothered. Peter comes up to him, smiling wide and sitting in the seat in front of his desk.]

PETER: Hey, Sirius. You know any scalpers? I wanna ask Dorcas to go to the Rihanna concert with me, but it's sold out. [The camera zones on Dorcas at the end of the room, getting a paper out of the file box.]

SIRIUS: Okay, two points to make here. First, Rihanna... You... [he looks disappointing.] And then Rihanna. [he flares his hands in the air to emphasize on the point.]

PETER: Yeah. What's your second point?

SIRIUS: She's got a type. Which is really anyone but you.

PETER: Yeah, that was my ex-wife's type too.

SIRIUS: Look, a Rihanna concert's a pretty big swing, man. I don't know. She's into watching old movies.

PETER: Cool. Where would I find a place that shows old movies?

SIRIUS: Oh, yeah, just go on the Internet and search for the phrase "I want to buy two movie tickets for a girl who doesn't like me."

PETER: Great. [Genuinely thinking he has given him good advice. He stands up to leave.] Thank you.

SIRIUS: [as he is leaving] Good...

[Reg is leaning against James' desk.]

REG: Hey, you heard anything about the new Captain?

JAMES: Uh, no, and I don't care. I just wish Captain McGintley never left, he was the best.

REG: He was terrible. You just liked him 'cause he let you do anything you wanted.

[We see a flashback of James and Dorcas on their chairs in an open space inside the precinct. They have fire extinguishers in hand and it's pretty clear on what they want to accomplish. Everyone is around them, anticipated for the outcomes while clapping and cheering along.]

JAMES: On your marks, get set...

[The Captain's officer doors open and in comes who we presume is Captain McGintley. Everyone stops.]

MCGINTLEY: What the hell's going on around here?

JAMES: Fire extinguisher roller chair derby?

MCGINTLEY: Okay.

[He goes back into his office, closing the door behind him.]

JAMES: And go!

[They shoot the extinguishers which projects them through the precinct, however it isn't as fast and powerful as a rocket launcher, however they do get pretty far.]

JAMES: Yeah!!

[We now get back from the flashback, where Regulus is looking at James with disappointment.]

JAMES: What's your point?

[he sighs.]

REGULUS: If I'm ever gonna make Captain, I need a good mentor. I need my rabbi.

JAMES: Sorry, dude. But this new guy's gonna be another washed-up pencil pusher who's only concerned with [He imitates a robot.] Following every rule in the patrol guide. Meep morp zeep. Robot Captain Engage.

WOMAN: Is that what you think?

[We now see a woman behind James, who is staring him down. She has the new Captain uniform on, and seems to be the new Captain, Minerva McGonnagal.]

JAMES: He-hey! New Captain alert. [He stands up.] You must be the new C.O. I'm Detective James Potter. Great to meet you.

MCGONNAGAL: Now don't let me interrupt. You were describing what kind of person I'm gonna be. I'd like you to finish.

JAMES: That's not necessary. [McGonnagal stares at him, and James is sort of intimidated.] Or I could recap very quickly, sure. Um, let's see. I think I said some joke about being a washed-up pencil pusher.

MCGONNAGAL: Now do the robot voice.

JAMES: Which-

MCGONAGALL : The robot voice you were doing when you implied I'm a rule-following robot. I wanna hear it again.

[James looks around the room where everyone is watching the scene happen. Regulus seems rather proud in the moment, clearly enjoying the scene.]

JAMES: [Softy, slowly and without any enthusiasm.] Meep morp zarp. Robot.

MCGONAGALL: That's a terrible robot voice.

JAMES: Yep.

MCGONAGALL: The next time I see you, I'd like you to be wearing a necktie.

[McGonagall starts to leave.]

JAMES: Oh, actually, the last Captain didn't care if we wore ties.

MCGONAGALL: [Stopping just before he enters his new office.] Well, your new Captain does. And more importantly, she cares that you follow her direct orders. [She then turns to the rest of the detectives and officers in the precinct.] Everyone, I'm your new commanding officer, Captain Minnie McGonagall.

REG: Speech!

MCGONAGALL : That was my speech.

REG: Short and sweet.

[in minnie's office]

MCGONAGALL : [Standing up and heading to her office window, looking over the precinct.] Tell me about your Detective squad.

REMUS: Um... Well, Barty and Evan [we see two men talking by the vending machines, giggling among themselves, most likely plotting something] They're pretty much worthless, but they make good coffee.

MCGONAGALL : Copy that.

REMUS: Now the good ones. Dorcas Meadowes.

[We see a woman at her desk, browsing online. The internet seems to be slow since she tapped the TV with her hand once. Then again. Then multiple times in a row.] Tough, smart, hard to read, and really scary.

[Flashback time. It is Christmas, and we see Evan at the printer when Dorcas comes in.]

DORCAS: Tell me who has me for Secret Santa.

EVAN: No! That takes all the fun out of it.

[EVAN is smiling, but Dorcas is far from happy. She glares at him while Barty pales slightly.]

EVAN: It's Barty. He got you a scarf. I'll make him return it.

DORCAS: Yes, you will.

[Back to the present.]

REMUS: Peter Pettigrew

REMUS: He's a grinder. Not the most brilliant Detective, but he works harder than anyone else, he really does.

[Flashback to Peter in the staff kitchen, ready to eat a muffin only to drop it on the floor.

PETER: Oh, man! My muffin. [He goes to pick it up, but his head hits the counter instead.] Ahh! Oh, my head! [He looks to the muffin which he accidentally stepped on.] My muffin, my head! And I stepped on the- On my muffin! And my head and my muffin.

[Back to the present.]

REMUS: Regulus Black.

[We cut to Regulus at his desk. A ball of elastics in hand, and his face scrunched up, concentrated.]

REMUS: He’s got mommy issues and a weird love-hate relationship with his brother Sirius, so he’s always trying to prove he's tough.

[Flashback to Reg pouring hot sauce over his hotdog in the staff room.]

BARTY: Careful. That stuff's pretty hot.

[he puts down his sandwich, staring at Barty.]

REG: Oh, is it? Hmm? [he puts more sauce on his sandwich, until the top is filled with sauce. He goes to eat it, some sauce dripping onto his hand. His face starts to scrunch up, and he's gagging, spitting the food right out. Barty doesn't even bat an eye.]

[Back to the present. We see the camera zoom in on James at his desk. He and Regulus have close desks, and we can see that in the frame.]

REMUS: He and Potter have some big bet over who gets more arrests this year. Ever since the bet, their numbers have gone way up.

MCGONAGALL : Tell me about Potter.

[James now has an action figure in hand of a police man, and is examining it. In the light, out of the light, everywhere.]

REMUS: James Potter is my best Detective. He likes putting away bad guys and he loves solving puzzles. The only puzzle he hasn't solved is how to grow up.

MCGONAGALL : That was very well put.

REMUS: I've talked a lot about James in my departmentally mandated therapy sessions.

MCGONAGALL : Look, you know my history. You know how important this is to me. This precinct is doing fine, but I wanna make it the best one in Brooklyn. And I need your help.

[later]

[McGonagall is in her office with Sirius sitting in front of her desk, seeming that McGonagall has asked him to chat.]

MCGONAGALL: So, Sirius. Civilian administrators like yourself often have their ear to the ground. What do Black and Potter have riding on this bet of theirs?

SIRIUS: I will tell you under six conditions. Number one, you let me use your office to practice electric guitar. Second-

MCGONAGALL : How about this? If you tell me-

SIRIUS: Mm-hmm.

MCGONAGALL : I won't have you suspended without pay.

SIRIUS: Oh, that sounds great. [McGonagall sits down.] Okay, the deal is if Regulus gets more arrests, James has to give him his car. It's an old Mustang, and it's pretty sweet. If he gets more arrests, he has to go on a date with him. He guarantees it will end in sex, -which makes me uncomfortable because Reg is my brother but oh well-, I bet on at least some over-the-clothes action. At the very least, some touching-

MCGONAGALL : No, that's enough, Sirius.

SIRIUS: Caresses. I could see James showing up in a silk robe.

MCGONAGALL : That's enough, Sirius.

SIRIUS: All right.

MCGONAGALL : Thank you.

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that was the first part, any feedback is appreciated :)

- jules

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RAB fics I read 18-30 Dec

Harry Potter and the Prisoner(s) of Azkaban by Trex_patronus Regulus survived the cave and went to Azkaban, got cell-mated with his brother, made friends with Kingsley and now Harry has to deal with 2 escaped azkaban prisoners :D Love the Black Bros interactions, as always TRex delivers phenomenal siblings dynamics!

You, Me & Everyone Else by ygmoony Remus and Regulus become friends, somehow, and everyone somehow comes to the conclusion they must be dating :D

The Bureaucratic Error by Iniga sooo Regulus is pretty much very very dead but he gets a great angsty subplot within Sirius' journey. Anyways Remus dies in Battle of Hogwarts, runs his mouth at Death and is sent back to 1993! The only other "Remus time travels to the past" fic I've read so far was the one where he time travels to 1970s with Hermione (that one slapped too). It's Romadora, but I thought it was pretty nicely done.

Domestic Fluff (literally) by Zoya1416 cute one shot about Regulus and his girlfriend buying fabrics!

Waters Run Deep by knight_bus_of_doom ♥♥♥♥♥ They pull 19yo Regulus out of the cave, the catch? It's been like, 16 years. His (already older because of time travel) boyfriend Severus is married to his brother (for reasons) and dating his friend Remus (Reg is very okay with this). It makes more sense if you read the first part of the series, but you don't have to. But I do recommend because aaaagh my heart

Sky Full of Stars by TowardTheStars Severus/sirius modern hollywood au heavy themes of child abuse so keep an eye on warnings

The Journal of Regulus Arcturus Black by gokioh Regulus is dead. When Narcissa decides to disown Draco in order to distance him from the freshly ressurected Voldemort, Draco becomes the title of Lord Black and with it Kreacher's services - and Regulus' journal. It means Draco learns about the reality war and the Horcruxes early on and does everything he can to protect fellow Slytherins (and other students) from it.

This Is Why I Hate Mondays by AtomicMint funsies ♥

Teenagers Scare The Living Sh*t Out Of Me by LimeOfMagicLimo re-reading my own WIP so that I don't write something totally contradicting. Regulus is such a haughty little shit, boy get a therapist i beg you. also crookshanks. and ginny and tonks and aushldaush Bill/Fleur are CUTE

Kiss (While Your Lips Are Still Red) by LimeOfMagicLimo Regulus who has been sentenced to Azkaban for murdering Walburga receives a Dementor's Kiss but he Kisses the Dementor instead. To cope, teh Universe yeets him to Another Universe, where he's like... I guess... time to kill Voldemort again to keep Kreacher safe

What could have been by Phantomwriter2182 harry time travels and recruits regulus, snape and severus to hunt horcruxes with him

career goals: tyrant by justwhatialwayswanted :D :D :D I love supportive-of-their-politically-ambitious-son parents walburga and orion :D also Regulus' crush on Evan alfhlů

melodrama by moonymoment jegulus were a thing yada yada stuff happened, James survived Voldemort, pulled Regulus out of the cave and now they're about to fuck some shit up

Whatever happened to the young, young lovers? by georgia_sk *laughing maniacally* Regulus went lonely gunfighter at Voldemort's ass and then set his dead body and destroyed horcruxes on fiendfyre in front of Dumbledore. Then he made up with Barty, rescued his bestie Evan from Azkaban, started mending his relationship with his brother and developed a crush on James bloody Potter. Dumbledore is trying to be meddlesome and continue his game of chess but Regulus is not having it ♥

Let’s make the most of this by jelfulry trans single mama sirius texts wrong number (remus) and Regulus is an overprotective little brother

No Tears to Damn You by tenrousei_kuroi motherfuckerrrrrrrr this was DARK. Regulus hears rumours that Sirius is going to be expelled (because the Prank) and goes to sort it out because their parents would flip the fuck out. Turns out Dumbledore is willing to let it go... if Regulus sucks him off. Slughorn sees and continues the sexual abuse. And then Sirius finds out.

my breath rips out in rags by ScreamingFae sexy jegulus times

Drugs and surgical scrubs by anauro modern au doctor Regulus recovering addict james ♥♥♥♥♥

to the dark lord by justwhatialwayswanted Regulus is PLOTTING and I love it

We're older now, the light is dim by Winter_Oswin Lily and James are in the afterlife and see how mistreated Harry is, and they will not stand for it. With Regulus' knowledge of souls and tethers they do a little push and pull act and force their way back to the land of the living. They're now forever connected by their souls in unexpected ways, but they don't mind at all.

when you were mine by sequinhaze  modern au single dad james ft house arrest Regulus ♥♥♥

Strikers (takes two) by aureusprongs FOOTBALL! after turning down a pro offer regulus moves back to england and enrolls sirius' uni where he immediately butts head with no one else but James Potter. James has a massive crush on Regulus from the get go but he's a little stupid about it :D

En Avant by bluerosebouquet Lily died, James is grieving, and then he goes and falls for his son's ballet instructor.... who happens to be his best friends' estranged brother... I love the emotional depths of this fic

There's A Place For Me by WalkOnThroughARedParade  quidditch team bonding!

All Together Ooky by WalkOnThroughARedParade  Remus/Regulus, short

Trimmed With Care by WalkOnThroughARedParade christmas decorating with sirius and regulus

Best Served With Milk by WalkOnThroughARedParade :D Remus takes Regulus home for Christmas, Hope Lupin has my heart

Slip A Sable Under The Tree (For Me) by WalkOnThroughARedParade  sexy jegulus times in santa costume

Signed, Sealed, Delivered by WalkOnThroughARedParade  sexy and sweet jegulus times

On The Eighth Day Of Christmas by WalkOnThroughARedParade  sexy jegulus times

The Long Game by lackadaisical_lizard regulus can't fucken believe james potter wormed his way into his life like this. damn mcGonagall and her obsession with Regulus being a part of a club. jock/artist jegulus highschool modern au

Puppy Magic by DemonBanisher, thefifthmarauder17 the potter household is CHARMED by the handsome widower and his son Teddy and can't help but adopt him. The catch? Remus and Teddy are muggles.

Gods Under Broken Skies by IndigoIrisis Regulus died and yot back in time and you know what? He's got no more fucks to give. He's living for himself now, and to hell with his parents and the dark lord.

The Pure Taste of Love and Lust by just_a_whorecrux  Orion/Regulus blackcest underage rape

For the Right Price by tenrousei_kuroi sirius gets captured by rudolphos lestrange. BUT, he's willing to let him go... for the right price... for a price Regulus is willing to pay. with his body

The Marauders and the Prisoner of Azkaban by SilverShadow1 this was a good take on the "characters read the books" but there was too much direct quoting from the hp books and it got taken down :/ not sure if it's still available or where

Forgotten Last Words by DEMH_works 10yo draco malfoys finds a letter, from Regulus to Sirius, and decides to send it even though his parents said he can't be in contact with cousin Sirius.

To Have And To Hold by WalkOnThroughARedParade  jegulus quickie at wolfstar's wedding

Dancing Through Life by orphan_account wolfstar and jegulus on stage of a sign language musical

Waves of Magic by xivz Regulus is dying of cancer and decides to use the "im dying" [there was a word. i know there is a word for this. i cannot recall the word] to make Sirius have a talk with Walburga and also to realise he's been dating Lupin for the last million years

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Seeing Reg T almost effortlessly dodge KT's attacks makes me remember how she herself also went through all the training in the thymus. Her flexibility is probably enhanced tenfold considering she's doing it all while she has her work uniform on (not built for hand to hand combat) and heels. Would HT also be able to do this?

I find it also very cool that Lady and Code Black show off their RT cells having this skill, (friends too, but that was off screen with the male RT in ch22) Considering we always see them with their office type job, I always forget they went through that grueling and stressful training environment, just like those Killer T cells.

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Random headcanons I think of sometimes (Oops! All Friends spinoff)

Dendritic cell doesn't get his cytokine material himself, he employs the M cells in the bars to capture the most horrendous images of immune cells while they're all intoxicated (he wears a feather boa when he's activated <3)

Canon but I don't think a lot of people know, he has good voice acting skills with his singing + narration being pretty good

Leaves his plushies everywhere. Gave one to M cell to see if it'd cheer him up, it did because M cell was happy he tried helping him. Dendritic cell thought it was just because of the cuteness and purity of the lactic acid bacterium

He visits M cell so much, every time M cell rings up the dendritic cells for antigen presentation it's always our beloved Dendritick cell that comes to his bar to get it

Dendritic cell also started out absolutely terrified of bacteria, had to practice very hard with antigen presentation

There is written fiction of the neutrophils, probably a lot of BL let's be real

There is a popular book that is like Twilight but with those weirdos

All neutrophils except for 2145 have colored hair and eyes, I will not elaborate

More of a general thing rather than only friends, but neutrophils definitely have sharper teeth compared to non phagocyte cells

2145 goes to work everyday even on his off days, it's for a free lunch

2145 eats the body of cells right in front of other cells without thinking of the implications, he is enjoying the snack.

His favorite past time is listening to 1235 talk about her day, she is like a radio for him

3033 doesn't have a single creative bone in his body, you ask him to draw something and it barely even looks like what you wanted. He wears all white all the time because he doesn't know what outfits look good with what color, it's terrible.

Squad Leader would kill himself if he knew, but 3033 dislikes him. It's not for any particular reason, they just don't mesh well. It's okay since Squad Leader doesn't bother 3033 a lot anyways

Canon but I never realized this in 3 years of reading this manga: 3033 doesn't wear his knife straps on his legs if it isn't necessary to use those knives, only wears them when he needs to fight something dangerous.

M cell low-key has trouble eating enough because of his depression. You can directly counter this by getting him foods that expire within a day or two, he hates wasting food so he eats it before it expires.

Actually canon again but I need more people to know: M cell can make balloon animals

The fact that M cell has a lot of random skills in general, I wouldn't he surprised if he knew how to make stained glass art or could do wood carving

Cross reads the smuttiest, most vile BL stories as a past time. If you find his stash he will go insane.

He also enjoys talking to 1235 about squad leader (and then later on about 3033, girl talk)

1235 befriends so many immune cells because just like AE3803 from Main, she is a danger magnet. Everytime she is saved from an immune cell she makes small talk with them no matter how introverted they are (see 2145, NK and Eosinophil)

Helper T cell doesn't remember anything from his thymus days because it was so traumatizing he just blocks out those memories. It's not that he doesn't recognize Squad Leader, it's that his mind won't let him remember.

Squad Leader physically cannot hit another cell without orders, he can hit HT because Squad Leader is filled with so much rage every time he sees HT he just gains the strength to do it.

Also a general HC but I think Reg T cells in general have major face blindness. Unless you're someone close to them they will not recognize you once you do a change of clothes, but it's okay, as long as you still have the right receptors for the body they will protect you.

Eosinophil regularly visits M cell's bar because not only is it good practice for her with minimal casualties (poor M cell) but also it's an unpopular bar so she doesn't need to be so anxious.

B cell tried to hit on Eosinophil exactly once (1) and stopped because she exploded from anxiety and B cell thought she hated him so much she'd rather explode than talk to him

B cell and M cell don't like each other a lot, M cell thinks he's too loud, and B cell thinks he's too much of a downer. Partly the reason why Memory cell visited his bar alone without B cell

If you put NK and Eosinophil in the same room alone, they would just not talk. No conversation between those two. NK thinks Eos is judging her but Eos thinks NK doesn't like her and doesn't want to talk to her.

B cell and Mast cell get along surprisingly well (ignore how in canon Mast cell says he'll never talk to him again if he insults his gacha game girlies again), B cell talks about the pretty cells he sees regularly on the job while Mast cell show him his anime girls. Mutual respect until B cell is like "Well I prefer girls you can actually touch in the real world" in which Mast cell will tell him to shut up

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This would be so good if the spinoffs explored this more. Almost ALL the spinoffs have the same style of uniform (Main, Friends, CNaW, Baby, I think Cats and Medicine have the same style too)

I think one of the most different bodies we've seen so far (officially translated and everything) is Lady and Code Black. Lady's body is more "religious" than the typical spinoff we see. Their cells constantly referring to their "Lady" and acknowledging her existence along with her bountiful knowledge (because she helps them by keeping herself healthy + eating meds when needed) Their Neutrophil, KT and HT uniforms are more or less the same, but Macrophage and Reg T uniforms are different. Instead of the usual "modern capitalist society" main and many other series takes place in (Just modernized to look like our current community) it's added with a flair of extreme faithfulness to their Lady

Code Black is different only because the body is so unhealthy it portrays a bad work environment unlike all the spinoffs. Every single cell only does what they're made for and it ends up bad and terrible despite it not being anyone's fault. Mocking of higher-ups, meeting insane quotas, stress and constantly getting berated by other cells of the same status.

I don’t think people realize how versatile the CaW universe is, because I like to think we’ve only seen a fraction of it. There’s so many different ways the body could be interpreted or even fundamentally rewritten while still staying far away from the “gross” route. Imagine a body portrayed as an ecosystem instead of a society, or a medieval one or a sci-fi one! Hell, all of everyone’s AUs could be canon and we just haven’t seen em lmao.

I HC this is true and it’s the reason transplants and transfusions have to match

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“Safe-Cracker Gets Two Years in Prison,” Toronto Star. September 26, 1932. Page 2. ---- May Test Unique Device on Cell Bars, Bench Suggests ---- ‘Do you think you will be able to get out of the penitentiary with the device that you use to get into safes?’ Magistrate Jones asked James Mawson [PICTURED] in police court to-day. Mawson was charged with breaking in and with having burglars’ tools.

William Stevenson, caretaker of the Roxy Theatre, discovered someone working at the safe at 11 p.m. He summoned P.C. Paveling (726), who arrested Mawson. A detective displayed the device which Mawson allegedly used. It consisted of a ½-inch square steel plate with a heavy bolt in each corner. A triangular hole was cut in the middle of the late. The detective explained that the plate was placed over the knob of the combination of the safe in such a way that it firmly gripped the knob in a corner of the triangle. The four bolts were then turned and, pushing against the door of the safe, pulled out the knob.

‘It cost him $3.75 to have it made,’ added the detective.

Mawson was sentenced to two years in penitentiary. Mr. Stevenson and P.C. Paveling were both commended for their part in his capture.

Norman Millard, Sam Mitchell and Frank Klepek were found guilty of being drunk by Magistrate Arthur Tinker in police court to-day. They were each fined $10 with the option of 10 days in jail. Eight more men, similarly accused, were remanded for sentence and handed over to Captain Bunton of the Salvation Army. One was a red-headed youth from Ottawa and the captain offered to help him get back to his home.

‘You’re doing the right thing to lose your job,’ the magistrate told another prisoner.

‘How did you get that bruise on your face?’ he asked a third, an elderly man.

‘I fell on the sidewalk, your honor.’ ‘You’ve been punished enough. I’ll turn you over to the captain,’ said the magistrate.

Four more ‘week-end imbibers’ were released on remanded sentence.

Two tent-dwellers, Mike Swartz and Rudolph Shatz, were handed over to Captain Bunton. They had been trying to enter a theatre by the rear door.

‘You wanted to get in for nothing?’ asked the magistrate. ‘Yes,’ they admitted.

Saved by a Policeman Nelson Keating was arrested for being drunk and locked up in the Cowan Ave. police station. It is charged that he became despondent and attempted to hang himself in his cell.

‘Only the prompt action of the officer in resuscitating your husband saved his life,’ Magistrate Jones told Mrs. Keating.

Reg. Stansbury, charged with vagrancy, tried to take his life by leaping over the Bloor St. Viaduct. He was remanded for sentence and delivered over to his wife.

‘You’d better leave liquor alone,’ advised the bench. ‘If that’s what it makes you do.’

Phillip Redennel was sentenced to 30 days in jail for trespassing when he boarded a freight car.

Manuel Sturgeon was remanded until Sept. 28 on a charge of ridding on a C.P.R. coach without paying his fare.

Pleads for a Chance ‘Ben Blundell has a record,’ stated Crown Attorney W. O. Gibson, when Blundell was charged with theft. Eight convictions, all for theft, began in 1915 and continued at intervals.

‘I’ll go straight, if you give me another chance,’ pleaded Ben. ‘Six months to a year,’ was the response of the magistrate. ‘When you finish your term you will get your chance.’

Rolly and Alice Yzrda were adjudged guilty of having liquor contrary to the Liquor Control Act. The man was fined $300 and costs or three months.

Wilfred W. Keller was fined $10 and costs, or 10 days and seven days for reckless driving. ‘He was not drunk and he wasn’t sober,’ explained a witness.

‘Just half and half?’ inquired Magistrate Jones. ‘Yes, precisely.’

Said It First Time Archie Dance is a sad man. He was found guilty of a breach of the Liquor Control Act and fined $20 and costs or 30 days.

‘Did your worship say $10 and costs?’ asked counsel. ‘No, I said $20 and costs,’ replied the magistrate.

‘Leave the liquor and your permits and you may go,’ the magistrate told Jack Pagan, charged with ‘having.’

Gordon Bailey and Joseph Smith were dismissed on a charge of doing malicious damage to property. It was alleged that they were implicated in the breaking of an orange drink container. The lads pleaded guilty to having been drinking. They were severely reprimanded.

Mike Malinachuck was fined $300 and costs or 3 months on a breach of the L.C.A. The charge against his wife was withdrawn and their house was declared a public place.

Edward Venney was sentenced to 3 to 6 months for vagrancy and theft.

Gordon McLaughlin, with three other names, was put on probation for a year. He was found guilty of false pretences.

Harry and Ida Wartzman, the third couple of the day to appear on a breach of the Liquor Control Act, were remanded until Sept. 29.

[AL: Mawson was 25, single, born in Winnipeg and also known as Joe. Derby - he had served a previous term at Burwash Industrial Farm. He was convict #2805 and worked in the machine shop. He was released in July 1934 but would be back by 1936 and served another term in 1940 as well.]

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Surety in Aesthetic Security

Warnings: Slight Dendritic Cell x Regulatory T Cell. 

@quinn-marie1213 Request: What about a scenario where dendritic cell is insecure about his looks and macrophage helps him out by getting him a modeling job

@quinn-marie1213 Request: Can you do a scenario with dendritic cell, macrophage and helper t and reg t hanging out

[Note: Combined these two because I think they work well with each other.]

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Immune cells weren’t prone to going on breaks and enjoying life to the fullest like any of the civilian cells. In fact, Regulatory T Cell was absolutely certain that all immune cells, no matter their origin and specialization, were prone to working overtime, often neglecting to take rest. It was a conundrum, she thought. Rest was essential in order for the immune system to operate at full capacity, but they had to remain vigilant at the same time. Rest was vital, but at the same time, a hindrance to their jobs. What was worse, however, other than the steady overwork of her fellow immune cells, there had been some trouble with the hematopoietic cells. 

Over the past few cycles, there had been a steady decrease in immune cells from the bone marrow. At this rate, Regulatory T wouldn’t be surprised if the immune system was in decline… which would mean that the body itself was compromised. 

However, she didn’t want to think too hard about that.

At least, not yet.

For now, the tall blonde cell found herself sipping gently at her tea, a content look on her face as she surveyed the immune cells who gathered around her. Helper T Cell was busy throwing several cubes of sugar into his tea while Miss Macrophage gently poured the amber waterfall into her porcelain cup. 

“Do you know where Dendritic Cell is,” Helper T couldn’t help but ask. His silver spoon clinked lazily against the sides of his teacup, the sound musical as it was near deafening. “It’s not like him to be late.”

Regulatory T happened to look up just in time to catch Miss Macrophage’s demure smile falter. 

Interesting.

The blonde lymphocyte couldn’t help but ask, “Did you have something to do with that?” 

Miss Macrophage bit her lip. “Perhaps.”

At that moment, whether it be a stroke of luck or because Regulatory T hadn’t been paying attention, the door to the dining room creaked open. Like a trained unit, all immune cells eyed the door to find—

“This was not the sort of welcome I was expecting, but I suppose I am glad for it.” Dendritic Cell entered the space, hesitantly, in all of his glory. 

Regulatory T wasn’t particularly intrigued by romance, but she knew what aesthetics pleased her and what did not. On a normal day, Dendritic Cell was passably fair but not someone she would personally seek out for her own fascinations. However—

“Why are you wearing that?” Helper T, who up until that point had been imbibing in the sugariness of his tea, practically fell over himself as he approached his coworker. “And why do you look so good?”

Draped in what appeared to be casual clothing, but with a certain flair that pointed to a higher price tag than what most would assume, Dendritic Cell marched inside. Instead of his usual green uniform, he was dressed in a plain white button up shirt that was rolled over his arms, while a flattering pair of trousers encased his long legs. 

Helper T was correct.

But it was a vast understatement. 

For Regulatory T, this was the first time she had seen Dendritic Cell look so…

Attractive. 

If Regulatory T were a lesser immune cell, her cheeks would have pinkened, but she was a professional. Handling the sight of a coworker who looked rather dashing in clothing outside of his regulation uniform should be easy—like a lymphoblast trying out their first obstacle course. However, the more Regulatory T took in Dendritic Cell’s figure, the more she realized that the appeal didn’t just lie in his clothing and how he wore it—though, that took up a significant amount—but it was also because Dendritic Cell didn’t look as confident or self-assured as usual. 

Was he… Was he embarrassed? 

While such an expression on his face was cute, it simply wouldn’t do. 

And while Regulatory T had grown up with Helper T, that didn’t mean that she shared his lack of tact and rude manner. With a soft, but beaming smile meant to soothe and encourage, she says, “You look wonderful today, Dendritic Cell. Perhaps we should all endeavor to look more casual during our outings.”

Dendritic Cell’s answering smile not only brightened his looks, but it also…

It also made Regulatory T feel certain things. 

It’s a matter worth looking into for future meetings, Regulatory T decides as she brings the cup of tea back to her lips, the strong aroma and lilting steam effectively masking her features. 

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