#Arrow had a cybernetic eye

[gallifreyanhotfive]

Random Doctor Who Facts You Might Not Know, Part 50: 50 Facts for 50 Parts

How the hell did I get to part 50?!?!?! This is insanity.

The Eleventh Doctor once got hit with an electromagnetic pulse that left him needing to rebuild his mind, during which time he lived as Mr. Foreman. Valarie would sell her cybernetic enhancements to Mr. Foreman in exchange for money and the chance to check on the TARDIS, often telling him stories about the Doctor as she did so. Mr. Foreman used so many of her enhancements that she lost herself. (Audio: Curiosity Shop)

The Fifth Doctor has been tied up in strappado before. (Audio: The Church and the Crown)

The Ninth Doctor has lost or forgotten the ability to play the spoons. (Audio: Station to Station)

Aspirin is fatal to Time Lords. (Novel: The Left-Handed Hummingbird; Burning Heart; Audio: The Condemned)

The Brigadier lost his virginity as a Second Lieutenant when he was 21 years old. (Novel: Deadly Reunion)

The Thirteenth Doctor has introduced herself as "Sarah Jane Smith" before. (Short story: Mission of the KaaDok)

The Third Doctor was able to sense that he was near the end of his life before being irradiated. (Audio: The Children of the Future)

Mozart got cloned in the future many times because they were inspired by his creativity. This made one clone travel to the past to make Mozart immortal with the intention of draining him of that creativity, which would make sure those clones were never made. The Sixth Doctor traveled to Mozart's deathbed to convince him not to trust the clone, and Mozart eventually dies very confused by what was going on. (Audio: My Own Private Wolfgang)

Ace once tried to use the Seventh Doctor's "look me in the eye, pull the trigger" manipulation tactics, but because she's not a hypnotist or psychic like him, she ends up shot anyway. (Audio: The Fearmonger)

Hannah Bartholomew stowed away on the TARDIS, looking for an adventure. She ended up being instrumental in saving the day on the God-King's Tomb Ship and joined Nyssa and the Fifth Doctor more officially. (Audio: Tomb Ship)

Iris Wildthyme has her own version of the Valeyard called Bianca. She rebuilt her TARDIS as a nightclub and tried to steal Iris's regenerations. (Audio: The Wormery)

The Thirteenth Doctor and the Master, locked together in a psychic link, once talked about their issues. They talked about their pasts, but the Master refused to tell her about the "mystery" he was keeping from her. (Short story: The Doctor vs the Master)

After being irradiated, the Third Doctor wandered the time vortex for an entire decade, his body breaking down the entire time. It got to a point where he could not reach the console and was left drifting until the TARDIS finally landed herself. (Novel/Audio: Love and War)

The Thirteenth Doctor once tried to celebrate Yaz's birthday with a tea party in Boston, 1773. (Comic: The Forest Bride)

The Eighth Doctor was separated into his three different sides once. One side was sensible. The other was quite bouncy and excitable, and it was a wonder he didn't get killed while being distracted by something. The third side was incredibly nasty and could be quite violent without the other two sides there to balance him out. (Audio: Caerdroia)

The Fifth Doctor is so good with a bow and arrow that he could shoot an arrow with a piece of parchment attached to it through a window in a tower and snuff out the flame of the candle he was aiming at. (Audio: Son of the Dragon)

The Ninth Doctor once invited a woman named Adriana to travel with him in the TARDIS, only for her to almost immediately die. (Audio: The Bleeding Heart)

When taking into account the battered appearance of his TARDIS console, the Second Doctor realized that the Time Lords had been sending him on missions for a long time, using him as a pawn. Unfortunately, every time he realized this, they erased his memory. (Short story: Save Yourself)

The Twelfth Doctor recalled pulling the Sword from the Stone, becoming King of England for a day, and then abdicating to King Arthur. (Novel: Silhouette)

The Eleventh Doctor used the alias Jean Valjean to infiltrate Alcatraz. (Comic: Escape into Alcatrax)

The Toymaker once turned the Eighth Doctor into a ventriloquist's doll, and he was unable to move or speak unless Charley was holding him. When he did speak, he would shout and protest desperately against the situation. (Audio: Solitaire)

About six hours after the events of The Tomb of the Cybermen, Captain Hopper and his crew ran into the Fifth Doctor, Tegan, and Nyssa, and Hopper was killed by two cyber-converted crewmembers. (Audio: Secrets of Telos)

The Third Doctor became a British citizen at some point. (Audio: The Doll of Death)

After leaving the Eighth Doctor, Zagreus became Perfection, who was a huge flirt towards the Doctor. (Audio: The Next Life)

William Shakespeare once spiked the Fifth Doctor's drink with ginger, leading to the predictable drunken effects. (Audio: The Kingmaker)

The Thirteenth Doctor also really likes ginger nuts, garibaldis, and fig rolls and gets them from the biscuit dispenser in her TARDIS. (Comic: The Forest Bride)

The Sixth Doctor considers Braxiatel condescending and doesn't really like him, but he still trusts him. (Audio: The 100 Days of the Doctor)

When the Fifth Doctor was stabbed in the chest, he was able to survive due to his characteristic heart anatomy, but he was still out for the count for a while. (Audio: Son of the Dragon)

The Sixth Doctor had been known to play with swivel chairs, even going "wheeeee!" while gliding around in them. (Audio: The Sandman)

The Ninth Doctor used his sonic screwdriver to seal the Compassionate away in the rift. He also rigged the sonic to explode. However, this sonic screwdriver was the model commonly used by the War Doctor, not the one from the first series of nuwho. (Audio: The Bleeding Heart)

The Twelfth Doctor thought he might regenerate when he was infected with the Venusian flu, but he also worried that the flu would take such a toll on him that he wouldn't be able to regenerate. (Audio: The Lost Flame)

Kwundaar looks so terrifying that the Doctor screamed after merely looking at him. (Audio: Primeval)

Erimem - a companion of the Fifth Doctor - brought her cat Antranak on board the TARDIS, whom the Doctor despised. There were several reasons for this, including that the Doctor was occasionally unable to set the controls because Antranak was lying on top of them. (Audio: The Church and the Crown)

C'rizz's father almost drowned him once as punishment for deviating from the Church of the Foundation. (Audio: The Next Life)

The Twelfth Doctor's sonic sunglasses have a Telepathic Emergency Beacon, which allows him to take control of another person's body. (Short story: My Dad, The Doctor)

There was a murderer in a place called the Needle, which should be impossible since everyone there has a chip inside of them stopping them from being violent. This killer traveled from person to person, something referred to as "redlining." The Seventh Doctor immediately redlined after being chipped. This whole situation began because a time traveller came to the needle, and the time travel mechanism was organic and a part of her, which made the computer go mad. The Doctor was drawn there and was sensitive to redlining due to his time sensitive nature and his biology. (Audio: Red)

Simon and Joanne, two characters in Lant Land, thought that Tegan and Turlough's names were unbelievable and proposed they change them to Yvonne and Derek. (Audio: Lant Land)

The Eleventh Doctor once gave the name Colonel Lethbridge-Stewart as a pseudonym. (Novel: Shroud of Sorrow)

Gemma, one of the Eighth Doctor’s companions, has called him Dad before, but the Doctor preferred to be called a cool uncle. (Audio: Terror Firma)

Turlough hates the cold and will complain if put in it. (Audio: Singularity)

The Sixth Doctor and Evelyn once thought they had accidentally cockblocked Julius Caesar's parents on the night of his conception. This meant that instead a baby girl named Julia was born, which Evelyn thought would be a brilliant chance to revolutionize the world. She kept trying to stop the Doctor from convincing Julius Caesar Sr. and Aurelia from hooking up at the proper time. Eventually, the two realize that 101 BC is before 100 BC and that they were doing this for no reason at all. (Audio: 100 BC)

The Spriggan was an alternate universe version of the Doctor, who terrorized a planet and used their youth to power his TARDIS. He even created an new Leela, but she fought him to protect the Tenth Doctor and threw him into the vortex. (Audio: Splinters)

The Galyari are a species of 8-foot tall reptiles that had extraordinary eyesight. Because of their exceptional vision, they found the Sixth Doctor to be literally painful to look at because of his coat. They were afraid of him and called him "the Sandman." (Audio: The Sandman)

The Tenth Doctor referred to the Seventh as the mysterious and manipulative type, the sort of rebellious phase someone goes through when they turn 1000 years old. (Novel: Legends of Camelot)

Joshua Douglas was a companion of the Third Doctor but stopped traveling with him after a disagreement. He was later killed while with the Fourth Doctor and Leela. (Audio: The Catalyst)

Mandy Litherland was incredibly fond of and sweet on the Ninth Doctor. After traveling to the past, she kissed the Doctor. The Doctor almost invited her to travel with him but didn't because he knew she probably wouldn't accept. (Audio: Auld Lang Syne)

Sometimes, when the Sixth Doctor is distressed and going off the deep end of his emotions, he has been known to break down in Evelyn's presence and cuddle with her. (Audio: Arrangements for War)

The Veil left the Twelfth Doctor a spade made of duralinum and a dwarf star alloy, which would have been strong enough to break the azbantium wall. The Doctor was wary of it, assuming it was a trap, and he used his fists on the wall instead. (Short story: The Veil)

Missy once saved the life of a young girl whose sister had asked her for help. She had stopped to rescue the child stuck high up while being chased by an assassin, without further witness, and without reward. The Doctor does not know of this. (Audio: The Chaos Cascade)

A young version of the Fifth Doctor post-Four to Doomsday once got displaced in time. Experiencing time slippage, he swapped places with his future selves and learned that Adric had died far too early. Eventually, he ended up in the body of an Auton duplicate the Master had made of the Doctor. He eventually faded away and died as the time slippage unraveled his past and his memories to an extent where he was running on his most basic desire: to save Adric. He had been convinced that if he was put back in his own time he could save him, and for that reason, the older Fifth Doctor refused to return him. (Audio: The Auton Infinity)

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[duckapus]

More WarioWare Headcanons(many of which ended up being about eyes for some reason)

9-Volt has light sensitivity issues, which is why his helmet's visor is tinted

Orbulon also has light sensitivity issues due to his species being adapted for the much lower light levels of his home planet

Wario does still have the lazy eye he had in his earlier appearances, it just doesn't show up in his modern artwork or models because Nintendo are cowards

Crygor's optic has a number of handy extra features, including a zoom function; Infrared, Ultraviolet and Night Vision settings, and can be used in conjunction with his mechanical ear as a hands-free cell phone

While he was the one who designed his cybernetics, another mad scientist who's an old friend of his and happens to also be a fully certified neurosurgeon was the one who installed them, and is his regular physician/technician

Technically speaking Penny could help with regular maintenance for his cybernetics, but neither of them are really comfortable with the idea of her tinkering with the equipment keeping him alive and functional. Though she and the robots do at least know how to fix them in an emergency, as do Waluigi and the more mechanically inclined members of WarioWare

Captain Syrup has only ever involved a WarioWare employee in one of her schemes once, though in her (slight) defense, WarioWare didn't exist at the time and she had no reason to believe there was any connection between them and Wario. Basically, her crew had been hired to kidnap some rich couple's daughter and hold her for ransom. Unfortunately for everyone involved, said daughter was Mona, who gave them far more trouble than expected but did end up caught. One minute Syrup's guarding the kid while waiting for her client to send an update, the next Wario's bursting into the room with blood-stained fists and not a single one of her coins in his pocket and Shoulder-Bashing her so hard she flies into the far wall and cracks a few ribs. He growls at her that this is her one warning, unties Mona and leaves. She later finds out that her client wasn't given the same courtesy of a warning that she was, hence the bloody fists. Thankfully WarioWare gets founded a month or so later and it becomes much easier to tell who exactly Wario would be willing to kill for.

While garlic is Wario's absolute favorite food, strawberries are a surprisingly close second (basing this on both the mini-Warios in Smooth Moves and the opening cutscene of Arrow)

#warioware #headcanon #9-volt #orbulon #wario #dr crygor #penny crygor #captain syrup #mona warioware #wario does NOT fuck around when protecting the few things more important to him than money #syrup only survived because of their history with each other #i don't care how good of a mad scientist crygore is #replacing your own eyes with mechanical ones without help is simply Not Possible

[frostedlemonwriter]

Find The Word

Thanks to @xenascribbles for tagging me!

My Words: chase, craze, hope, joined

Your words: intense, swallow, run, inspire (remember you can use these in any tense. Ran, running, inspired, swallowed, etc etc)

I will tag @illarian-rambling @veradragonjedi @saltysupercomputer @winterandwords @rivenantiqnerd and an open tag for whomever!

Chase:

From The Sakura Tree

Mind emptied, though many thoughts appeared in her brain. Like the monks who had taught her. She didn’t chase or pursue these notions. Instead, the young woman sought that center. How she did whenever Kyu spent time in her grove, that copse of trees which bore witness to her. She pursued the same centered spirit and mind, to achieve as such and to allow herself complete self-control. When time and space became almost meaningless, something always pulled her back. Perhaps for the best. “Kyu-san,” Ayako said, her voice teetered on the edge between friendly and sarcastic. “Me and you on watch tonight.” A long sigh escaped from Kyu. “Well, thank you for the warning.” The shorter woman scoffed and huffed. “Not like it is something I want.”

Craze:

I have looked through ALL of my WIPs and not a single one has craze. Insanity! lol

Hope:

From Of Axe & Arrows: The Saga of Teagen

“And we shall grow fat on it!” And slapped the woman on her strong shoulder, he said, “let me pay heed to our jarl and father. Then I hope you three drengr will ride the honey-waves with me tonight!” “Brother! I will drown ya in the honey-wine!” Astrid said. She skipped up past her brother, not the blood-soaked berserker, and off toward the longhouse, along with her twin.

Joined:

The Voice in the Wires

Amid the crimson glow of emergency lights, a massive silhouette dominated the entrance to the nearby subway tunnel. The air was thick with the heat of steam, which billowed forth from numerous pipes. As her eyes adapted to the dimness, Danika beheld a golem-like entity composed of intertwining wires, pipes, and electrical sockets, all joined around and concealed what seemed to resemble a human torso. Glowing crimson orbs replaced where its eyes should have been. Its cybernetic legs, entirely unfamiliar to Danika, struggled to bear the weight of this imposing creation. The familiar buzzing sound filled the air, a cacophony of electricity and metal saws grinding against each other. Weakened, her legs gave way, caused her to collapse onto the damp floor. The deafening noise seemed to scream at her, its voice a force that penetrated her mind. It threatened to overload the CPU within her, to transform her optics into a mushy mess, compelled the young woman to surrender and embrace death. And in that moment, she found solace in the prospect.

#tag game

[sarcasticbeanie]

odysseus! for the send me a character thingy :3

First Impression I read about odysseus first in my Chinese textbook as a wee child of like. 10? Or something? It was the "Nobody" story, and I thought nothing of it because it was. You know. For a class. I did think it was a funny story though, and I suppose my first impression would be "classic main character from mythology", and nothing else.

Impression now He's a war criminal. He's my babygirl. He's cruel and wily. He's my poor little meow meow. He would kill with no hesitation and excels at war. He's a draft dodger and longs for home. He's the Sacker of Cities. He's the Father of Telemachus. He's filled with hubris and had a solid hand in his own downfall. He's paid his price and he just wants to go back home. I don't know man I'm squeezing him and throwing him off a cliff but I'm also tucking him into bed in Ithaca. u get me?

Favorite moment Many... but I love the part where he shot an arrow through the axe heads and did the dramatic reveal. it is I, odysseus. you've taken my home, prepare to die. etc etc. There's a visceral tonal shift when war and bloodshed suddenly seep through the pages after dozens of pages with no active warfare and not much death ... it's good stuff. I liked it.

Idea for a story Concocting a sci-fi fantasy AU for the Iliad and Odyssey in my brain, in which there are spaceships and magic and godly-AI-run companies and cyborgs and impenetrable planets made of metal and firewalls. Demigods are cyborgs whose cybernetic enhancements come from one or more godly-AI-ran companies. Ody's skills now include hacking and programming, and the Greeks finally won by attaching a "trojan horse" to their peace treaty. Calypso is a deathly intelligent and powerful space mob boss whose henchmen are all androids, and she wishes to meet someone who matches her own intellect. Circe runs an exotic space casino with replicas of long-since extinct creatures, with only magic-users as employees. Polyphemus is a heavily guarded surveillance station with hidden company secrets from Poseidon(TM) which Ody and co. stole, leading to tragedy. has this been done? this has probably been done. but I'm basing it off my own OC sci-fi universe so this is. so so niche. and only for me.

Unpopular opinion I don't know why there's a sudden uptick in the need for characters to be morally pure and good, and I think the debate surrounding "whether Ody cheated" is. odd? especially since there's so much vitriol against the guy for cheating? It may just be me but I don't really get it,, I wouldn't have cared even if he cheated. Listen. Listen. There's no moral high ground in Greek myths. They're all war criminals and that's fun for me.

Favourite relationship 10 fics on ao3 and it's odydiopen. i love poly relationships. even if they have no basis in canon at all. but neither did telegony and it's still considered to be part of the epic cycle, now is it? but also: ody & telemachus. your son is grown, and you have never even seen him as a child. your son is grown, and he does not even know your face. are you still a father? is he still your son? you've missed every part of his life and then some, and now he is a man grown, with his mouth twisted in his mother's wry smile - though he has your hair and eyes, you cannot see yourself in the tilt of his head, or the gentle crinkle in his brows. but now there's time to learn of him, now there's time to hold him in your arms - there is time, you are home, and that is what's important.

Favourite headcanon He would've loved the GPS. RIP my guy. All jokes aside I don't think I have one? Feel free to tell me any of yours though. Please.

#asks #odysseus #the odyssey

[pjunicornart]

Rainbow Milo

Sooooo I lied. Bubblegum isn't the last Scout. :P In fact Rainbow here isn't even the last Scout, he's second to last!

Bio: Rainbow - along with Pajama - was created by Rosey on a whim. He's the youngest out of all the Scouts, and he's certainly treated like it. His family means well, but they mostly forget that he's 18 now, and can hold his own. "His own" is a disaster child with magic that's coded by colors. His family's just gotta let him do his own thing.

Basic Info Nicknames: Rain, Bow, BB, Shorty (by Rosey only) Age: 18 Height: 5'3" Gender Identity: Transgender (FTM, he/him) Sexual Orientation: Homosexual Medical Issues: Autism, Allergies (dust and pollen), Anxiety Can't Leave the House Without: Backpack, phone, snacks, fidget toys, hand sanitizer, tissues

Relationships Rosey - Mother, very good Candy - Sibling, doesn't treat him like a kid Studio - Sibling, distant Cupcake - Sibling, jealous of his rainbow ability Bubblegum - Sibling, finds him annoying Pajama - Sibling, still trying to break the habit of babying him

Powers Red - Summons a small fire tornado to burn what's in his way. Orange - Allows him to shrink himself down for a limited amount of time. Can be used to make quick escapes. Yellow - Short circuit. This ability only works on cybernetic enemies, and it's not practical to use in most settings. It causes enemies to malfunction. Green - Scope. It allows him to basically zoom in and out with his vision, and it helps him eye fair away targets. This also lets him see heat signatures if prompted. Blue - Icy tips. Anything he touches will immediately become encased in ice. Purple - Allows him to spit out sticks of dynamite. Don't question it... Pink - Creates arrows that can be used as projectiles. Black - Teleportation. Only works for a few feet. White - Causes him to sprout a pair of angel-like wings, which he can either use as a shield or to fly. This ability doesn't last long. Rainbow - Cake for everybody!

Miscellaneous Little Facts - His design is inspired by many Weirdcore/Kidcore looks that I've stumbled upon. - His chaotic color coded magic is inspired by the TF2 Freak named Weaselcake. - If I had to choose one specific song for him to be inspired by, it would be "Still Time 4 Jammin'" by General Mumble ft. 4lung. - He's had meltdowns because he didn't know where his backpack was before. - Speaking of, his backpack is magical. Whatever he needs, he can pull it out of there. - Rainbow loves more hardcore music. Like Breakcore. - You'll know what color magic he's about to use by the color of his fingertips. Too bad he keeps those covered... oh well. - He hates parties, and by extension surprises. - Rainbow is a huge crybaby. - His design was also designed to be a contrast of light and bright colors. - When he's really excited, he'll stamp his feet in place. - He wants a pet. He's not sure what type of pet, though... - He doesn't have much control over his powers yet... so in battle it's not uncommon for him to use the completely wrong attack. - His love language is very much physical. He loves snuggles. - His odd obsession is collecting interesting hazard signs from various universes. He likes to hang them up in his room. - Cold or hot, he'll wear a onesie if he fucking wants to, damn it! - He prefers tortilla chips over potato chips. - Rainbow watches all types of TV, but he especially loves cartoons. - He doesn't leave the house often. He likes to stay at home, chilling out on the couch in comfy clothes watching TV. - Rainbow feels touch starved after a period of time, and so will seek out hugs from his family. Mostly from his mother. - Rainbow has a deathly fear of bugs, and he will scream if he sees one. - The hearts on his cheeks are just stickers, and he has a lot of colors to choose from. - He doesn't like adventuring. When he's asked to go out on a mission it'll be met with an "Ugh" from him.

Hey! Go check out Rainbow's family, too! Candy... Studio... Cupcake... Bubblegum... Pajama... Rosey...

#art #my art #digital art #rosey's scouts #milo murphy's law #milo murphy #rainbow

[freedfromthegalactichivemind]

Okay, so 3 am happened and so did a little scene of a Crossover That Will Never Happen.  Okay, so maybe it will happen if I get enough ideas for it, but for now, this is just... I am subjecting you to my stupidity.   Cross-post to Lost Technology for Lost Technology.   She-Ra and the Princesses of Power meets Trigun Stampede.   (No title, just “Entrapta entraptas the hell out of another mysterious artificial humanoid with cyborg aspects)  _____________________________ His reflexes were like a cat’s  (better than a cat’s, according to Catra) as he ducked and dodged, but the whirling dervish of purple hair kept pace and kept him trapped, blocking off all avenues of escape.  The short scientist was giving him a barrage of questions.  Her tall and clearly alien lab partner crossed his armored arms from where he stood under the shade of a rock outcropping, his ears pinned back and his face in a sour expression.   Catra and Glimmer were much more comfortable standing near the dark-haired lady reporter who was taking notes, the guy taking a long drag on a cigarette and the guy with the mustache who was sighing and drinking from a flask.  The three seemed saner, although the two who were journalists had been peppering them with questions of their own for the last few days.   Right now, all eyes were on the bouncing ball of purple hair and the tall guy in a red coat who was yelping and squeaking and trying in vain to keep tendrils of prehensile hair brandishing a variety of tools from “examining” his cybernetic arm.  Again.  Also from grabbing his other arm and drawing his whole person too close to her.   “This looks like some advanced technology! I’ve gotta look at it!  For science!  You promised I’d get to see your arm at least!”   “Aaaaieeeee! Yah!”   Adora and Bow were just standing by, exchanging glances and trying to figure out a way to calm Entrapta down before she gave their new friend a heart-attack.   Funny how they’d ended up here.  Adora – She-Ra of Etheria – and her friends (and an enemy?  Frienmy? / ambiguous friend / a warlord who was receptive to reform and whom she was eager to help reform in the case of Hordak) had been on their mission traveling interstellar space and jumping through wormholes to distant worlds in their quest to restore magic to the universe.  It seemed that they had found a world that likely had never had magic, although Adora could swear that she felt *something* coming from large, scraplike structures on the distant horizon – and the guy in the red coat.   Darla, their ship, had what Entrapta called “a little hiccup” in her fuel-crystal processing.  They’d gotten caught in the gravitational pull of this world and had made an emergency stop.  They were essentially out of gas and stuck here until they could locate some fuel crystals or some alternative means of propulsion.   And they’d been immediately greeted by bandits who’d wanted everything on the landed ship, the clothes on their backs, and by the looks in their eyes, licking of lips and some off-color comments, to do some pretty nasty things to them all.   And that was where the reporter, the drunk, the nicotine addict and the crazy guy with bushy hair and a prosthetic arm had come in.  The last one had rushed to their aid, brandishing an enormous gun… which he did not shoot and instead seemed to prefer using as a club.  (Glimmer was impressed.  She also teleported everywhere and kicked bandits left and right in the shins and jaws).  Adora had immediately transformed into She-Ra and found herself fighting back to back with the mysterious gunman, hitting assailants with the flat of her sword. Bow had brought out his goop-arrows and the cigarette-man had unwrapped the enormous cross-shape object he carried – a high-powered weapon, to the yelping and pleading of the gunman in red not to use it.   All in all, the fighting was brief and nobody died, but needless to say, everyone was very confused. Even more so were people who had never encountered Etherian-magic before when Entrapta gave them all her octopus-hair. Explanations had been lengthy.   Introductions had happened all around.  Vash – that was the guy in red.  Roberto –  he was the guy who wasn’t going to share his flask with Hordak.  Nicholas Wolfwood – the guy with the huge cross-weapon. Meryl Stryfe, junior reporter for the Bernardelli News Agency.  The planet? It had a few different names, most commonly “Gunsmoke” as a bitter joke.  Occasionally “Hell.”  Mostly “Noman’s Land.”   The Etherians had been stuck for days. The Noman’s Landers were not familiar with the fuel crystals that they were seeking.   Apparently, Horde Prime and the Galactic Horde had never been here.  Hordak had confirmed that this sector of the universe was yet unknown and thus had never been ruled by the erstwhile self-proclaimed Ruler of the Seven Skies and Promised One of A Thousand Suns.   Entrapta had been asking many questions and after answering some that they had about her hair and Glimmer’s teleporting and Adora’s transformation and what Catra was and the HELL Hordak even was, the pint-sized scientist had not left Vash alone this entire time.  Every time she seemed to get calm and they all had a moment’s rest, one aspect or another of him would draw her attention.   Hordak wasn’t jealous…oh, not at all!   He’d been grinding his sharp teeth a lot and pinning his ears back more than usual.   The first thing Entrapta had noticed was the man’s rather conspicuous prosthetic arm which, much like Hordak’s natural? Cyborg-clone arms? had a bone-like structural appearance.  It was made out of some kind of mysterious metal or crystalline substance.  As they’d all learned in the near-deadly encounter with the bandits, it had the ability to act as a handy shield to block projectiles.   After that, Entrapta had developed a fascination with his reflexes. Now, well, it seemed that when Adora stood close to him, strange glowing patterns emerged on his skin.   “No! It’s nothing!”  Vash insisted.  “Old tattoos I got with glowing ink?  Aren’t they neat? Anyway, I think we all need to go our separate ways now!”   “Oh, you aren’t getting away!” Entrapta insisted.  “I HAVE TO STUDY THIS!  There is obviously something technological to this!  I can feel it!  What if this is FIRST ONES TECH?!  I promise I won’t hurt you a bit!  AND IT’S FOR SCIENCE!”   Hordak let out a deep, disturbing laugh when Entrapta mentioned “not hurting.”   Everyone knew that Date Night for the Lab Partners often consisted of surgeries.  The Best Friends Squad was rather appalled at this, even though the old spacebat insisted that very few of them were merely exploratory, they generally were to his benefit (“to fix the numerous problems with my genetically defective carcass” he’d explained), and of course, everything between them was consensual.   She was careful, but occasionally screwed up. Catra rubbed the back of her neck and looked at the ground uncomfortably.   “Please, no! Really!” Vash insisted.  “I really can’t stick around!  Maybe Roberto and Meryl might like to help you find your fuel?  I..uh….I…” Entrapta’s eyes were bright.  “Oh, just hold still!”   Adora was about to speak up.  She could feel…something…coming off of Vash.  It was like a pulse…something she could not explain – like an exchange of feelings.  Was this her magic?  Was this because of her status as a First One?  She looked at Hordak, silently imploring him for an answer (since he had once been a part of a hive mind).  Was something similar, albeit low-level going on? Entrapta’s chipper voice chimed up. “Maybe you’re ALL tech!  But I’ll have to take you apart to be sure!” WHAM!   Adora suddenly felt ice cold.   Vash had fallen to the sand and was scrambling backwards, his eyes pin-points.  His hand twitched, reaching for his gun, which he gripped tightly, but did not draw.  It was obvious that he was ready to, however.   Entrapta brought her hair back into two limp ponytails at her sides and stood still for a moment before she tipped her mask down over her face.  Vash stared at her, panting. “It…it was just a joke,” Entrapta said forlornly. She turned away.  “I’m sorry.”   Adora stared at Vash with her own eyes wide. “Vash?” she asked gently.  “Who is Tessla?”  

#spop #trigun #trigun stampede #trigun stampede spoilers #spop post-canon #adora #catra #glimmer #bow #hordak #entrapta #vash #vash the stampede #wolfwood #nicholas d. wolfwood #meryl stryfe #roberto de niro #stupid crossover ideas #crossovers from hell #I am subjecting you to my brain because I do not want to suffer alone #I went really dark on the last bit #spop fans not familiar with trigun... #you don't even know how dark #although you can probably guess #things that probably only amuse me

[lost-technology]

Okay, so 3 am happened and so did a little scene of a Crossover That Will Never Happen.  Okay, so maybe it will happen if I get enough ideas for it, but for now, this is just... I am subjecting you to my stupidity.   Cross-post to Excommunication.   She-Ra and the Princesses of Power meets Trigun Stampede.   (No title, just “Entrapta entraptas the hell out of another mysterious artificial humanoid with cyborg aspects) _____________________________ His reflexes were like a cat’s  (better than a cat’s, according to Catra) as he ducked and dodged, but the whirling dervish of purple hair kept pace and kept him trapped, blocking off all avenues of escape.  The short scientist was giving him a barrage of questions.  Her tall and clearly alien lab partner crossed his armored arms from where he stood under the shade of a rock outcropping, his ears pinned back and his face in a sour expression.   Catra and Glimmer were much more comfortable standing near the dark-haired lady reporter who was taking notes, the guy taking a long drag on a cigarette and the guy with the mustache who was sighing and drinking from a flask.  The three seemed saner, although the two who were journalists had been peppering them with questions of their own for the last few days.   Right now, all eyes were on the bouncing ball of purple hair and the tall guy in a red coat who was yelping and squeaking and trying in vain to keep tendrils of prehensile hair brandishing a variety of tools from “examining” his cybernetic arm.  Again.  Also from grabbing his other arm and drawing his whole person too close to her.   “This looks like some advanced technology! I’ve gotta look at it!  For science!  You promised I’d get to see your arm at least!”   “Aaaaieeeee! Yah!”   Adora and Bow were just standing by, exchanging glances and trying to figure out a way to calm Entrapta down before she gave their new friend a heart-attack.   Funny how they’d ended up here.  Adora – She-Ra of Etheria – and her friends (and an enemy?  Frienmy? / ambiguous friend / a warlord who was receptive to reform and whom she was eager to help reform in the case of Hordak) had been on their mission traveling interstellar space and jumping through wormholes to distant worlds in their quest to restore magic to the universe.  It seemed that they had found a world that likely had never had magic, although Adora could swear that she felt *something* coming from large, scraplike structures on the distant horizon – and the guy in the red coat.   Darla, their ship, had what Entrapta called “a little hiccup” in her fuel-crystal processing.  They’d gotten caught in the gravitational pull of this world and had made an emergency stop.  They were essentially out of gas and stuck here until they could locate some fuel crystals or some alternative means of propulsion.   And they’d been immediately greeted by bandits who’d wanted everything on the landed ship, the clothes on their backs, and by the looks in their eyes, licking of lips and some off-color comments, to do some pretty nasty things to them all.   And that was where the reporter, the drunk, the nicotine addict and the crazy guy with bushy hair and a prosthetic arm had come in.  The last one had rushed to their aid, brandishing an enormous gun… which he did not shoot and instead seemed to prefer using as a club.  (Glimmer was impressed.  She also teleported everywhere and kicked bandits left and right in the shins and jaws).  Adora had immediately transformed into She-Ra and found herself fighting back to back with the mysterious gunman, hitting assailants with the flat of her sword. Bow had brought out his goop-arrows and the cigarette-man had unwrapped the enormous cross-shape object he carried – a high-powered weapon, to the yelping and pleading of the gunman in red not to use it.   All in all, the fighting was brief and nobody died, but needless to say, everyone was very confused. Even more so were people who had never encountered Etherian-magic before when Entrapta gave them all her octopus-hair. Explanations had been lengthy.   Introductions had happened all around.  Vash – that was the guy in red.  Roberto –  he was the guy who wasn’t going to share his flask with Hordak.  Nicholas Wolfwood – the guy with the huge cross-weapon. Meryl Stryfe, junior reporter for the Bernardelli News Agency.  The planet? It had a few different names, most commonly “Gunsmoke” as a bitter joke.  Occasionally “Hell.”  Mostly “Noman’s Land.”   The Etherians had been stuck for days. The Noman’s Landers were not familiar with the fuel crystals that they were seeking.   Apparently, Horde Prime and the Galactic Horde had never been here.  Hordak had confirmed that this sector of the universe was yet unknown and thus had never been ruled by the erstwhile self-proclaimed Ruler of the Seven Skies and Promised One of A Thousand Suns.   Entrapta had been asking many questions and after answering some that they had about her hair and Glimmer’s teleporting and Adora’s transformation and what Catra was and the HELL Hordak even was, the pint-sized scientist had not left Vash alone this entire time.  Every time she seemed to get calm and they all had a moment’s rest, one aspect or another of him would draw her attention.   Hordak wasn’t jealous…oh, not at all!   He’d been grinding his sharp teeth a lot and pinning his ears back more than usual.   The first thing Entrapta had noticed was the man’s rather conspicuous prosthetic arm which, much like Hordak’s natural? Cyborg-clone arms? had a bone-like structural appearance.  It was made out of some kind of mysterious metal or crystalline substance.  As they’d all learned in the near-deadly encounter with the bandits, it had the ability to act as a handy shield to block projectiles.   After that, Entrapta had developed a fascination with his reflexes. Now, well, it seemed that when Adora stood close to him, strange glowing patterns emerged on his skin.   “No! It’s nothing!”  Vash insisted.  “Old tattoos I got with glowing ink?  Aren’t they neat? Anyway, I think we all need to go our separate ways now!”   “Oh, you aren’t getting away!” Entrapta insisted.  “I HAVE TO STUDY THIS!  There is obviously something technological to this!  I can feel it!  What if this is FIRST ONES TECH?!  I promise I won’t hurt you a bit!  AND IT’S FOR SCIENCE!”   Hordak let out a deep, disturbing laugh when Entrapta mentioned “not hurting.”   Everyone knew that Date Night for the Lab Partners often consisted of surgeries.  The Best Friends Squad was rather appalled at this, even though the old spacebat insisted that very few of them were merely exploratory, they generally were to his benefit (“to fix the numerous problems with my genetically defective carcass” he’d explained), and of course, everything between them was consensual.   She was careful, but occasionally screwed up. Catra rubbed the back of her neck and looked at the ground uncomfortably.   “Please, no! Really!” Vash insisted.  “I really can’t stick around!  Maybe Roberto and Meryl might like to help you find your fuel?  I..uh….I…” Entrapta’s eyes were bright.  “Oh, just hold still!”   Adora was about to speak up.  She could feel…something…coming off of Vash.  It was like a pulse…something she could not explain – like an exchange of feelings.  Was this her magic?  Was this because of her status as a First One?  She looked at Hordak, silently imploring him for an answer (since he had once been a part of a hive mind).  Was something similar, albeit low-level going on? Entrapta’s chipper voice chimed up. “Maybe you’re ALL tech!  But I’ll have to take you apart to be sure!” WHAM!   Adora suddenly felt ice cold.   Vash had fallen to the sand and was scrambling backwards, his eyes pin-points.  His hand twitched, reaching for his gun, which he gripped tightly, but did not draw.  It was obvious that he was ready to, however.   Entrapta brought her hair back into two limp ponytails at her sides and stood still for a moment before she tipped her mask down over her face.  Vash stared at her, panting. “It…it was just a joke,” Entrapta said forlornly. She turned away.  “I’m sorry.”   Adora stared at Vash with her own eyes wide. “Vash?” she asked gently.  “Who is Tessla?”  

#spop #trigun #trigun stampede #trigun stampede spoilers #spop post-canon #adora #catra #glimmer #bow #hordak #entrapta #vash #vash the stampede #wolfwood #nicholas d. wolfwood #meryl stryfe #roberto de niro #stupid crossover ideas #crossovers from hell #I am subjecting you to my brain because I do not want to suffer alone #I went really dark on the last bit

[abookishdreamer]

Character Intro: Hephaestus (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- The Unseen Prince, The Iron King by the people of Olympius

Tink by Arges, Brontes, and Steropes

My Gentle Boy by Eurynome

Master of the Forge by Hermes

Age- 17 (immortal)

Location- Lemnos, Olympius

Personality- Hephaestus is very quiet, intuitive, and introverted. He's very insecure about his looks. He's also ingenious, creative, and intelligent- striving for perfectionism. He has a very small social group filled with people that he wholeheartedly trusts. He doesn't have much of a social life and prefers it that way, instead opting to spend his time working.

Aside from a few people, no one really knows what he looks like. It's said that he has heterochromia- one eye is dark brown with the other being blue-green. He's had both his legs & an arm amputated as a child (due to his extreme physical injuries). He now has various cybernetic prosthetics (which he designed and made himself) that he wears most of the time.

Being the god of forge, volcanoes, blacksmiths, and fire, Hephaestus has many abilities including pyrokinesis. He can breathe and exhale fire (his fire burns a bright red and he can even get it to burn a glowing white). He can also heal others through fire. He healed many of the elderly citizens in Lemnos using this skill. His other abilities include technokinesis (manipulating technology & metal), shapeshifting into/communicating with his sacred animals, magnetism, thermal vision, ferrokinesis, and he has divine control over volcanoes, lava, & magma.

Hephaestus was raised by his adoptive mother Eurynome (an oceanid nymph). He didn't find out he was adopted until his 13th birthday. It didn't change the way he saw or felt about her. His anger grew however when he found out the circumstances surrounding his birth (being thrown off a mountain, or so he was told...) and the identity of his biological parents- Zeus and Hera (under the shapeshift disguise as an old sailing couple he was helping out). Hephaestus ran away from Lemnos, where he was taken under the wing of the three cyclopes- Brontes, Arges, and Steropes, that are famous blacksmiths. To soften the blow, Zeus offered a down payment to jump start his businesses and after some convincing from his mom, Hephaestus accepted.

There's only one other woman (aside from his mother) that he trusts wholeheartedly- his best friend and assistant Techne (goddess of arts, crafts, & invention). He doesn't mind her offbeat and quirky nature. Hephaestus is also friendly with another associate of his- Aetna (goddess of volcanoes). She's the inspiration of the virtual assistant they've developed! Hephaestus is currently mentoring a young deity, Cedalion (demi-god of smithing ore).

He's the second most busiest god in the Pantheon (after Hermes). Hephaestus owns several businesses- he oversees all the construction projects in the country, he's one of the first to heavily employ cyclopes & giants into the workforce, he has a chain of hardware stores, auto repair shops, tech repair shops, auto factories, architecture, and Hephaestus is the owner of Olympius' biggest tech corporation (iCHOR Tech)- computers, laptops, tablets, smartphones, and other electronic appliances and tools as well as a construction company (Vulcan & Co). He even has a chain of automaton toy shops. He's currently working on designs for prosthetic tails for mermaids and other water dwelling nymphs and a cybernetic eye for cyclopes who lost their eye (through disease or injury). He also has his own amusement park‐ Ember Kingdom.

Hephaestus is also responsible for crafting many of the things the gods use- he commissioned the statue of Zeus at the Lightning Harbor, he made Hermes' winged sneakers, the bows and arrows of Apollo & Artemis as well as Athena's chariot.

He doesn't have much of a relationship with the other gods in the pantheon (especially his biological parents). Hephaestus does like Hestia (goddess of the hearth), having met her briefly twice. He ate up the berry mix baklava she brought him. Hephaestus does hold Anchiale (Titaness of fire) in high regard, having met her at his induction ceremony. Hephaestus hasn't met any of his full blooded siblings- Ares (god of war), Eris (goddess of strife & discord), Eileithyia (Ella) (goddess of childbirth), and Hebe (goddess of youth).

He doesn't drink alcohol, but he does indulge in cigarettes, cigars, and weed. His go-to drink is iced tea. He also likes mineral water, dark roast coffee, and cola.

His favorite frozen treats are pomegranate sorbet and chocolate ice cream.

As for romantic relationships, Hephaestus had his first kiss when he was 10 with a friend Cabeiro (a sea nymph). He was her date to the prom and they are still friends to this day. He's only seriously been in love once- with a mortal girl named Anticleia. She was a student at Athenium Academy and their first date was a moonlight walk through Eaglepoint Park. After two years together, Hephaestus was about to propose (with a pearl and diamond ring he made himself), but was heartbroken when he discovered that her and her family had quickly moved out of New Olympus.

To have the utmost seclusion and privacy, his main abode is inside one of the most infamous volcanoes, Mt. Etna (located on the deserted island of Sicilios). He owns a pet dragon, a boy named Flameclaw. He also has many dogs as pets too- like bulldogs, bull terriers, dobermanns, bloodhounds, & siberian huskies. He even has donkeys as pets! Hephaestus also lives in an apartment in Lemnos- located deep underground.

His most prized possession is his sword, which he named Ironheart. Hephaestus crafted it from Celestial Bronze and meteorite!

A guilty pleasure for him are the extra hot buffalo wings with biscuits from Olympic Chef.

In his free time, Hephaestus really enjoys the time he spends with adoptive mother. They spend the day swimming, scouring the nearby coves for seashells & they eat their favorite meal- broiled oysters and clams. He also enjoys being in his workshop- working on his inventions, working out, sword fighting, yoga, playing video games, and reading. Despite his proclivities towards lava, he has not experienced lava surfing. He has also taken on pottery, oil pianting, & glass blowing.

"Hands. Such a significant part of the body. They can create the most beautiful things and they can also be used to destroy."

#my oc #hephaestus #my oc character #my character #oc character #oc intro #character intro #oc introduction #character introduction #modern greek gods #modern greek mythology #greek myth retellings #greek gods #greek mythology #greek pantheon

[scionheart]

Drabble || What You're Built For

Theme: Feeling the weight of what he was raised for reaching its breaking point. The closing of a chapter in his life. (Ft. Genji)

Word count: 1624

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Enveloped in shadow, he paces. The wooden floor creaks quietly beneath his heels. His arms cross over his chest, eyes pointing down. Head feels crushed, thoughts bounding around inside, relentlessly tugging at his sanity. His chest feels as if a fist is balled up inside at its very center, crushing his sternum in its palm, threatening to shatter out from between the fingers. Releasing a long exhale through his nose, he continues his pacing through the halls of Hanamura. Coming into the shrine room he passes behind it, taking a few sets of stairs to a bridge-like balcony overlooking the shrine head on. Cutting past the muted sunlight from a wooden frame arch along his way, soft snowfall flutters from the sky.

The air holds a chill that draws a visible cloud with each exhale from the archer. He wraps a few fingers around the cuffs of his haori, folding them in to enclose any open part of the sleeves against his body. His eyes drift to his right, meeting the view of the large room. The greyish light from the skylight clashing with the warm glow of oversize lanterns on the floor below, one of which contains damage from the man’s own weapon. Tears in its paper from arrows flying through it. On the floor at it’s side, a visible groove in the wood from where another arrow had been lodged. Years have gone by, however this room feels stuck in time. A portal to the past. His movement comes to a stop. From the damage below, his head tilts to look to the large mural of the double dragons upon the back wall.

He can hear his father’s voice in his head telling the story of the two dragon lords. He can recall sitting in seiza next to his younger brother in front of their father. His brother’s little voice had piped up by the end. Papa! Are dragons real? He had asked. Their father smiled lightly before replying. They are ancient legends, alive in stories of centuries ago. Believe what you may. His brother didn't seem too happy with the answer as he simply groaned. Their father had risen from his seat with a chuckle, sliding his hands under the little one’s arms and lifted him up, holding him on his left hip. He then extended his right hand down to the older son. It is up to you.

"Hanzo."

A voice calls him back from his memories. Turning his head to the source, a form stands in the large open window just a few feet away. Soft green light emits from their cybernetic body, footsteps silent as they approach.

"Genji."

The cyborg stops just a foot away from the other man, his green visor turning to observe the shrine as well. He speaks again after a moment of silence, his voice holding a metallic sounding edge to his words.

“I thought I could find you here.”

“And so you did.” Hanzo replies, rather nonchalantly.

He has been present in Hanamura again to assist with clean up and repairs. With some help, they were able to clear out the rival clan that had moved in after Hanzo had been excommunicated. The same clan who managed to get their father assassinated. After ten plus years, they were finally able to have their home back. However, there was no relief that came with this victory. Instead, it’s felt as if a familiar weight has been placed upon his shoulders again. The shame of bringing such dishonor to his clan to then only return when everything has been lost. His clan having mostly vanished, the elders from those years ago either passed on or elsewhere as well, leaving a husk of an estate behind. A husk of a family.

“Do you remember,” Genji begins, his voice soft, “the time we spent sparring here? Trying to perfect what Yamagami-sensei had been teaching us?”

The clash of wooden kendo swords echoes in Hanzo’s mind. The two of them would practice here and there. More so, Hanzo would force Genji to spar with him to make sure he was retaining the information. Once they reached their teens to early twenties, Genji blew him off more and more, often disappearing into the city, not showing up again until well past nightfall, or even after.

“You were a very stubborn student.” Hanzo replies.

“Yes. That is true.” Genji looks back to his older brother. Even with no visible face, you could feel the smile in his voice.

The archer is silent again, his brow furrowing and eyes closing as he turns his body to face the shrine again.

The younger takes a few steps closer, reaching his brother’s side. He reaches up and gently places his hand upon his shoulder.

“What have we… become?” Hanzo asks, quietly.

Genji squeezes his hand a little in an attempt to comfort the other. He’s not quite sure how to answer at the moment. Taking a moment to think, his lights dim slightly, the whirring of servos in his arm heard as he removes his hand from Hanzo’s shoulder.

“We became what we had to become. What was needed of us at the time.”

The older male exhales sharply, his eyes opening slightly.

“And now, there is nothing left. I…”

He pauses, glancing over, still struggling to look his brother in the face due to his cybernetic form, he simply seems to look past him. He’s known for quite some time now about his brother being alive, yet, despite this, the guilt he feels when he sees the other’s body weighs on him. Speaking about how there is nothing left feels redundant in his presence.

“I am sorry.”

“There is no need to apologize.” Genji says. “I understand.” Reaching up with his right hand, there’s a hiss of air that seeps out from either side of his mask followed by a click. He slides the visor down and off, revealing eyes that mirror Hanzo’s own.

“Hanzo,” He starts, “Look at me.”

Hanzo refuses for a moment before clenching his jaw and raising his gaze to meet Genji’s.

“You worry too much about what father thought of you. What the clan expected of you.”

He pauses, scanning his brother’s face.

“You are not the eldest son. You know not of what you speak!” Hanzo interjects, his voice raising. “I was prepared for a role I turned my back on!”

Genji’s eyes sadden, yet he remains silent, knowing there is more his brother needs to release.

“This is my fault. All of it.” The archer huffs, anger and sadness welling up in his eyes. “I know I cannot undo this. I-“ He stops. He’s not going to say it. He just won’t. He cannot admit that he is lost. That he doesn’t know what to do.

Genji sits down on the floor at the edge of the balcony, crossing his legs and holding one of his hands up vertically in front of his chest. With his other hand he gestures to Hanzo to join him. It takes a few seconds, though Hanzo slowly takes a few steps forward, sitting seiza next to the other. He opens his mouth to speak but Genji lightly puts his palm up to stop him before then lowering it to rest in his own lap, closing his eyes. Stubbornly, Hanzo follows suit, keeping both fists balled on his legs, shutting his eyes with a scowl. Silence ensues for several minutes. Neither of them speaks. Ten. Twenty. Thirty minutes pass. Finally, after the long peace, Genji speaks once again.

“Brother.” He waits for a reply.

The older simply hums in acknowledgement with his eyes still closed. Suddenly, Hanzo feels fingers caress around his head, pulling him over gently. Genji places their foreheads together, eliciting him to open his eyes, though they remain pointed to the floor.

“You are meant for what *you *build. Not what you were built for.”

Those words make sense. They chip away at the anger in Hanzo’s heart yet add to the sadness and fear. He exhales shakily, unsure of how to respond.

Genji releases his brother’s head, bringing his visor back up to his face, clicking it back in position. It seals with another hiss of air, the green light humming as it switches back on and takes over for his eyes. He rises to his feet, reaching a hand down to his brother. Hanzo looks up, taking the hand and standing as well.

“We are on your side.” Genji says. “I am on your side.” He turns, striding back to the window he entered from. Placing one foot on the border, he looks over his shoulder at Hanzo once more.

“Find your path.”

With that, he leaps out, disappearing into the snow cover. Hanzo walks to the window. Just as he comes to its edge, the sunlight breaks through the snow clouds, sending shimmering rays onto the earth below. The light reaches its way up the wall, hitting his feet, legs, torso and finally, his face. He raises a hand to shield his eyes from the sudden brightness. Once his hues adjust, he looks for traces of the younger one to no avail.

His mind wanders back to when Genji first came to him after so much time had passed. His words then echo now just the same as what he’s heard today.

Perhaps I am a fool to think there is still hope for you. But I do.

Hanzo knows that he has a long way to go. With his brother back by his side, an offer to join Overwatch bouncing around his head and nothing else to hold him back, a new feeling of determination is on the rise.

He will find his way.

#drabble #indie roleplay #overwatch roleplay #overwatch #overwatch rp #hanzo shimada #xThis took me like 2 days ngl #xI don't know why this one was harder than the last 2 but god damn #xI'm going to bed now LOL #roleplayer #indie rp #overwatch fanfiction

[hybridafterdark]

@sinwcrthy​ asked:

It was up to the hybrid to decide why he did it. Curiosity, a test...or maybe the hero was just being playful. It would certainly seem like the latter as the mindless exploration of a certain cybernetic arm turned into tan fingers intertwining with metal ones, bringing them up for tan lips to press gently against... 

 And then, without missing a beat, a single digit slipped past those lips. Quite on purpose and meeting a mischievous tongue not a second later.

                                                   ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

     A smile had tugged at the corner of the hybrid’s lips as his fingers were brought to his partner’s. Something about the extra feeling in them making them maybe a little more sensitive than they used to be. Volt could feel so much more with the synthetic pads, and it was because of them that he shivered when the tongue dragged against them. 

     As always, he was careful to keep him fingers still and try to avoid any contact with the claws. Metal or not, they were still razor sharp. 

     But there was a look in the violet eyes that met with emerald. A spark of something and love as he reached over with his organic hand so that he could run the pads of his fingers the edge of Arrow’s ear. 

     Just a tease of his own. 

     “I know Augustus mention that I can feel more now...” Bumping their noses together, Volt carefully drew his fingers back and brought their lips close enough that his tongue could flick against a tan bottom lip. “But you keep that up and we’ll see just how much better they work from my old on.”

#Add a Little Spice: Answered Ask #If The Rings Are Good: IC #Time Stops When I'm With You: Arrow&Volt #sinwcrthy

[familylightfox]

@chaosworthy​ asked:

Someone was cuddly tonight. Hopefully Volt wouldn't mind the hedgehog all but flopping on the hybrid's lap, ever mindful of his quills as he laid on his back. At least until he turned to nuzzle into his partner's stomach. Right where he wanted to be.

                                                  ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

     The sudden attention could have come at a better time. The movement just out of the corner of his eye had gotten Volt to look away from where he had been rubbing almost absently at his bare organic wrist with his cybernetic. If his partner hadn’t joined him there, he very well might have damaged the fur.

     But his expression had shifted so quickly when he saw those emerald eyes looking up into his. His smile formed and cybernetic fingers took to toying with the stray blue quills beside his hand. Honestly he could have sat that way for the rest of the evening, but chuckled when Arrow turned. 

     Fingers moved from the quills to tease the closest ear a few times before tilting his head. 

     “Is there anyway I can persuade ya t’ lay against my chest instead?” He knew it wasn’t something he actually had to ask. Normally when they cuddled on the couch, it was only a matter of time before he was laying across it with the hero lying comfortably in his arms. Especially now that he had both of them back. 

     He just leaned forward enough to sneak a kiss to the side of Arrow’s head, and another to the blue ear. Might as well take advantage while he had a chance. 

#Ask The Hybrids #Traveling The Multiverse: IC #Free As The Wind: Arrow #Your Love Has Called My Name: Arrow&Volt #chaosworthy

[omniishambles]

CAPTAIN YONDU UDONTA

MEDIA: Guardians of the Galaxy (2014), Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 2 (2017). FACECLAIM: Michael Rooker. AGE: Early 50’s. GENDER: Male. OCCUPATION: Ravager Captain. SPECIES: Centaurian. SEXUALITY: Pansexual. NATIONALITY: None. EYE COLOUR: Red. HAIR: None, shaved. Wears a cybernetic fin to control a yaka arrow via whistling. HEIGHT: 5”8. SCARS: Numerous battle scars, notably on his head and face. LANGUAGES: English. ZODIAC: Aries, March 21st.

  NOTABLE RELATIONSHIPS

Peter Quill, adopted son.

Kraglin Obfonteri, first mate.

Stakar Ogord, former crew mate.

BIOGRAPHY

Sold to the Kree as a battle slave when he was just a baby. Was a soldier for them for many years until he was taken in by Stakar Ogord and became a ravager. Yondu eventually branched out and became a captain in his own right, with a crew of miscreants with whom he travels the galaxy. They steal and kill for money, whatever the job requires.

However, the ravager code frowns upon transporting children, and Yondu fell into disrespect after taking large payouts from Ego the Celestial to bring him his lost ‘seeds’ from across the galaxy. Yondu had no idea the children were coming to harm, but he stopped doing this after taking Peter Quill from Earth in 1988, tired of being outcast from the rest of the ravagers.

He was only redeemed after sacrificing himself to save Peter Quill during their escape from Ego.

VERSES

Main Captain of the Ravagers, Yondu will lie, cheat, steal and swindle for the right price. Or just for fun.

Vol 2 Yondu survives Ego and travels with the Guardians.

#I may be pretty as an angel but I sure as hell ain't one ; yondu udonta #yondu ; main v #yondu ; stranger things v

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Chapter Three

The part where the love interest saves your life (kind of) 

Our Treasure - Jim Hawkins x fem!Reader

Chapter Two, masterpost

Word count: 1214

Summary: Disaster strikes the RSL Legacy in the form of a black hole, adding a new level to the blossoming friendship between you and Jim. 

The next few weeks were fun. That was really the only way you could describe them. Jim was funny and generally pretty nice, that was when he wasn’t sulking about something. He picked things up very fast, and was cool to hang around with. You didn’t realise it, but you’d missed being around people your own age and species. Most of the time you helped with Jim’s chores, as John insisted on giving him way too much to do. Your favourite thing to do was tell him stories from around the galaxy. 

Now, as you returned from what was not the first of Jim’s skip-flying lessons with John (although “lessons” was a term you would have used loosely since they mainly consisted of Jim’s snappy steering and John’s too-late and often ignored instructions rather than any actual education), you couldn’t help but feel that your fast-blossoming friendship with Jim had somehow been planned by the universe. It was a wake-up call, and a breath of fresh air. 

“That was amazing!” You laughed, straining against one of the landing craft’s ropes and tying it off. “We have to do that again.”

“If I could manoeuvre a skip like that when I was your age,” John said,, “they’d be bowing in the streets when I walked by today!”

“Bowing in the streets!” Morph mimicked.

“I dunno,” Jim grunted, tying a knot, “they weren’t exactly singing my praises when I left home.” He flopped down, leaning back against the side of the small craft. “But I’m gonna change all that.”

“Yeah?” you asked, sitting down beside him.

“Ah,” he said, “I got some plans. Gonna make people see me a little different.”

“Oh,” John sighed, “sometimes plans go astray.”

“Not this time.” Jim smiled, closing his eyes.

“Mmm.” John lifted up his cybernetic leg, loosening a nut with a spanner duly provided by Morph.

“So, ah, how’d that happen, anyway?” Jim asked, gesturing to the leg.

“You give up a few things chasin’ a dream.” John said sadly.

“Was it worth it?”

“I’m hopin’ it is, Jimbo.” The cook got up and sat down in the space between you, his real arm around Jim and the cybernetic one around you. You liked this, the easy camaraderie that came with being on a ship, the casual way in which you all fitted together. In another life, you would have liked to off Jim a place where he was now -- on John’s other side, with you.  

Suddenly, the ship rocked violently, jerking you from your reverie. You jumped up, grabbing onto a rope and jumping out of the skip. You all ran up to the main deck, where everyone was doing the same thing.

“What the devil?” John said, and you cursed.  

“The star Permusa!” Dr Doppler shouted from above, “It’s gone supernova!”

“All hands fasten your lifelines!” Mr Arrow yelled, and you rushed to comply. Everything was hot and windy, with fiery pieces of star flying around and burning holes through the sales.

“Secure those sales!” Captain Amelia yelled, and Mr Arrow relayed the order.

“Come on!” you shouted, running out along the yard arm and grabbing a rope. “Help me pull this one!”

Jim grabbed it above you and together you pulled in the sale. A meteor streaked towards and you dodged it, but another one hit beside John who fell off the yard arm, only saved by his lifeline and cybernetic arm. You kept pulling at the sale as Jim went to help him, but you were getting closer to an even larger piece of star.

Just as it was about to hit you, it drew away again, and you soon saw why. You were headed directly for a black hole, and there was nothing you could do to avoid it.

“Oh God,” you said faintly, watching the spot in the middle of the swirling fire become ever closer.

“All sales secured!” Mr Arrow yelled below.

“Good man!” the Captain shouted back, “now release them immediately!”

“Aye Captain,” he said. “You heard her, men! Unfurl those sales!”

“Mr Hawkins!” the Captain called to Jim, “make sure all lifelines are secured good and tight!”

“Aye aye Captain!” Jim called back, jumping down from the rigging and running to where the lifelines were tied. John and you got back to unfurling the sails.

Below, the black hole released another wave of heat and light, jolting the ship. John fell down onto the deck, but you were not so lucky. Both you and Mr Arrow were flung out into space, nothing but your lifelines keeping you tethered to the ship. Your rope jerked painfully tight around your waist, and you started pulling yourself in until you were close enough to grab the outside of the ship.

You pressed your face against the wood, clinging onto the railing with both arms. Suddenly, you felt your lifeline go slack. You could hear someone yelling, but you didn’t let go of the ship and kept your face pressed into the wood.

“Captain!” Dr Doppler yelled, “The last wave! Here it comes!”

“Hold onto your lifelines, gents!” she shouted, “It’s going to be a bumpy ride!”

It was getting colder and darker and harder to hold on, and you guessed that you were going into the black hole. Your hands were slippery with sweat, and you prayed that you would be able to hold on long enough. You didn’t dare try to pull yourself back onto the ship.

Then everything was heat and light and roaring sound, and you were riding the wave out of the dark abyss and back to safety. The heat was getting less, and you finally opened your eyes to see that you were back in open space, where you were safe. Your arms were turning to jelly, but even if you wanted to let go you couldn’t. There was cheering on board, and you thought you could just make out some of the crew’s heads and raised arms.

“Well,” said Captain Amelia’s voice, “I must congratulate you Mr Silver. Your cabin boy did a bang-up job with those lifelines! All hands accounted for, Mr Arrow?”

Silence.

“Mr Arrow?”

“I’m afraid Mr Arrow has been lost.” You couldn’t see the deck, but Scroop’s voice was unmistakable. “His lifeline was not secured. I’m afraid that (Y/N)’s too, has come loose.”

“No, I checked them all!” Jim shouted, then there were footsteps. “I… I did! I checked them all. They were secure, I swear!”

“I’m here!” you yelled as loudly as you could. “I’m alive, I’m just hanging off the side!”

“(Y/N)?”

“Jim! Someone help me, I can’t get up!” There were more footsteps, then Jim’s face appeared over the side of the ship. He grabbed your arms, pulling you up over the side and onto the deck. You steadied yourself against him, your legs shaking. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you against his chest.

“Oh God,” he whispered, “you’re ok.”

“I’m ok, I’m ok.” Your voice shook, and you tried to take deep breaths but you were still quaking and there was a lump in your throat and before you could do anything about it, you were crying. Jim didn’t say anything, just stroked your hair and kept holding you.

“Mr Arrow…” Captain Amelia coughed, then continued, “Mr Arrow was a fine spacer. Finer than most of us could ever hope to be. But he knew the risks, as do we all. Resume your posts, we carry on.”

After a few more seconds, you pulled yourself together and disentangled yourself from Jim’s embrace, wiping your face one of your sleeves. You glanced quickly around the ship, where all the crew were rushing back to their positions.

“Are you…?”

“I’m fine,” you sniffed, offering him a smile. He nodded, and there was an awkward pause before you said, “I should really get back to...”

“Yeah,” he nodded, clearly grateful for a way out of the situation. “I should go to.”

“See you later, I guess.”

“Yeah.”

Chapter Four

#treasure planet #treasure planet fanfic #self insert #self insert fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #jim hawkins #jim kawkins x yn #jim hawkins x reader #work in progress #multi chapter #some angst #angst #fem!reader #reader insert #fluff #disney #disney movies #teenage romance #slowburn if you squint #slow burn #orphan #slavery (mentioned) #happy ending #happy endings for everyone #moral ambiguity #space #space pirates #pirates

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im making a big list of DC’s disabled characters to chronicle how the comics treat them

(already made a list that got some reblogs here (link) a gazillion years ago)

On my list i am NOT including characters who the reader believes/headcanons as disabled, only characters who are in text disabled

send me disabled characters, heroes and villains

(on the heroes side, an astrik * means that they have been written as villains at one point, even if they returned to heroic roles or it was retconned as OOC, because this is to analyze how the characters were treated by the writers. Some characters on this list may have been written as that way but missing the astrik because I did not read that arc with them yet)

so far ive got

Heroes

Barbara Gordon (Oracle) - paralyzed, uses a wheelchair - magicured

Wendy Harris (Proxy) - paralyzed, uses a wheelchair

Victor Stone (Cyborg) - missing large sections of his body, replaced with cybernetics

Joseph Wilson (Jericho) - nonverbal

Thom Kallor (Starboy/man) - schizophrenia

Rose Wilson (Ravager) - missing an eye *

Charles McNider (Dr Mid-Nite) - blind

cliff steel (robot man) - entire body is destroyed except for his brain, interacts through a robot suit

Todd Rice (Obsidian) - schizophrenia *

Niles Caulder (Chief) - paralyzed, uses a wheelchair

Cassandra Cain (Batgirl) - nonverbal for some time, then is semi verbal *

Freddy Freeman (Captain Marvel Jr) - mobility impaired in non superpowered form

Amon Tomaz (Osiris) - mobility impaired in non superpowered form

Rhosyn Forrest (Thorn) - DID - wiki lists her in the heroes categories, I only saw her in birds of prey where she was treated initially as a villain then as like... not the person they had to stop? more sympathetically at least

Roy Harper (Arsenal/Red Arrow) - briefly lost an arm (universe got reset), recovering addict

Garth (Aqualad/Tempest) - partially color blind

Elizabeth Chapel (Dr Mid-Nite) - blind

Bart Allen (Impulse) - unspecified neurodivergent coding - not including headcanons but this seems intentional on part of the writers and coding can count

question mark on alignment

Mace Gardner (militia) - paralyzed, uses cybernetic bodysuit/parts?

Harley Quinn - unspecified mental illness * a hero in more recent years don’t know how hard DC leads into that or if she’s more anti-hero/morally gray

Villains - this is almost CERTAINLY not going to wind up being a complete list, because so many villains are disabled

slade wilson - (if we’re counting rose’s missing an eye here thing we’re counting his too)

Harvey Dent (two face) - DID

Peyton Riley (ventriloquist) - also DID

Arnold Wesker (ventriloquist) -referred to as schizophrenia sometimes in comics sometimes multipersonality disorder (DID)

Rose Canton (Thorn) - schizophrenia

brain (entire body is destroyed except for his brain, interacts through a moveable robot thingie)

Sean Sonus (Discord) - Deaf

Walter Shreeve (Shriek) - Deaf - Batman Beyond Universe

David (black manta) - was autistic in one continuity

Joker - changes between whether the writers want to portray him as ‘evil cuz crazy’ or just like a 4chan person

komandr (blackfire) - interestingly enough not a human disability (she can’t metabolise solar radiation and fly) but she is still portrayed as disabled and ‘crippled’ according to tamaranean society which makes her bitter and evil

Victor Fries (Mr Freeze) - requires usage of assistive tech (his cryo suit) to live

Barbara Minerva (Cheetah) - uses a cane in her non-cheetah form

characters who were disabled or received a disabling injury at one point but have had most of their definitive appearances as able bodied/NT after being magicured or before being disabled

Dick Grayson (Ric) Dick while Ric experiences blackouts and seizures among other symptoms

Bruce Wayne - Paralyzed in the thoracic region, alternated between using a wheelchair and walking with assistive devices like canes and crutches

Damian Wayne - paralyzed, spine replaced almost immediately afterwards - TBH unsure how much this “counts” as magicuring as the audience is never expected to believe Damian will stay paralyzed

Jason Todd - nonverbal and with some type of cognitive disability due to brain damage after being raised from the dead before being lazarus pitted

#dc comics #disabled characters

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17. FIELD CARE 101 “Please don’t move!” | hemorrhage | dread Silver + me (Treasure Planet)

I’m a simple woman.  I see a trickster character, and I think: “They look like they could use a good-aligned best friend.”  A scene from this that I don’t know if I’ll ever get to.

*

John was not an easy man to move to the medical quarters.  They lost precious time arranging it, and it took both Morgan and Arrow to carry him.  Elizabeth was entirely useless in this endeavor, for all that she considered herself reasonably strong from wrestling down uncooperative patients.  She led the way across the deck and below, giving loud, direct orders, and people scattered out of her path.

At last, Morgan and Arrow heaved him onto the cot, prompting her to snap, “Careful!”

“Tossed about like a sack of grain!” John panted.  He started to roll toward his injured leg and fell back, rearranging a genuine grimace into a dramatic display.  “Is there no love among ya for a poor ship’s cook?”

“Shut up, John.  Thank you, sirs.  Now get out.”

Morgan shuffled off, and Arrow followed him with a terse nod in Elizabeth’s direction.  They had to squeeze out past two slight figures.  There was love for the ship’s cook after all, because both cabin boys had slipped down after them and now lingered at the door.  Elizabeth wanted to reassure the boys, but time was short.  Firmly, she said, “Everyone out, and close the door.  Cutter, I need you.”

“You always do,” Cutter intoned.  He whirred eagerly.

“No fretting, my lads,” said John with a fiercely insincere smile.  “I’ll be right as rain by supper, you may lay to that.  Why, I’ve not had most of this leg in years!”

“Yeah,” Jim replied, worry shining through his teenage impression of nonchalance, “okay, Silver.”  Neither he nor Mel looked reassured as they left.

Elizabeth noted this with only a glance, and then she was focused on the tangle of metal, flesh, and cloth.  “The trouser leg first,” she ordered.

“Yes, yes.”  Cutter made quick work of it, snipping and pulling the sturdy, bloodstained cloth away from the wound.

“Ah, me best trousers,” John muttered.

“Shut up, John.  This leg was the only part of you that was trapped?”

“The whole of me was trapped, the way I figure.”  But he must have seen her dip toward the brink of madness, because he said, “Aye, Doctor.”  His grin was sickly.  He was starting to show signs of blood loss, pallor and shadows under his eyes.  “Only bruised up besides this poor wretch of a thing.”

“I’ll have to take your word on that for now.”  She had only a moment to examine it—the caved-in edge of the cybernetic limb where it cut deep into his thigh, and the alarming darkening of the skin around it—before John tried to heave himself up to have a look.  “Lie back!” she snapped.  “You do not move.  Cutter, help me get this off intact.”

“Good luck,” said Cutter.

“Cutter!  Now!”

The prosthetic was complex, all screws and wires where it attached.  It would have been difficult to remove at the best of times, much less when it was half crumpled.  She might not have been able to accomplish it at all without Cutter’s mechanical speed and precision.  They loosened what they could, but when they began to ease it away, the metal edges dragged through the already injured leg.  John hissed through his teeth.  “Nearly there,” said Elizabeth.

At last, the prosthetic came free, and there was only flesh and blood, and more blood.  Elizabeth handed the heavy cybernetic limb off to Cutter.  Besides external bleeding, there was internal swelling a little further up; and if that was an artery, she would need to take care of it now.  She selected a larger scalpel.

He huffed something like a laugh.  “Easy, Doctor,” he joked, “I’ve only so much leg left.  ‘Twould be a pity to carve away any more and be the shorter for it on one side.”

“John, if you don’t shut up!” she exclaimed.  The uncharacteristic edge to her own voice startled her.  For all that she did care about her patients, she had never worked on a proper friend before, much less one who was seriously injured.  She lowered her voice.  “I’m sorry.  It will be alright.  It’s just that you’ve scared the wits out of me, John.  I need to focus so I can fix this.”  They frowned at each other, her in worry and chagrin, and him in thoughtfulness; then she returned to the matter at hand.  There—she wouldn’t have to cut far, but she had to work fast.  “The next few minutes are going to hurt like hell, worse than it does already.  But then you’ll be clear.”

When she glanced up again, there was no longer so much as a flicker of amusement in John’s expression.  He said grimly, “Do it.”

For those next few minutes, Elizabeth and Cutter made two incisions and cauterized the worst places, and John bit down on a strip of leather and groaned, wan with pain.  Afterward, Elizabeth sanitized everything and bandaged the sluggish bleeding with layer after layer.  John lay there listlessly, which was alarming in itself despite being perfectly reasonable under the circumstances.  He was such an animated fellow on the whole that stillness sat as wrong as injury on him.

When, at last, there wasn’t quite so much blood everywhere and the work was done, Elizabeth stopped and simply stood, almost surprised to find herself without something immediate to attend.  “John?”

Weakly, but with a familiar lilt, he said, “I reckon I could use some of that brandy about now, Doctor.”

She was startled into a laugh.  “I believe I can make an exception for you.  I know it’s a poor time to ask, but does anything else hurt?”

“Ooh,” John mused with feigned depth of consideration.  “Have pity; that’s a tricky thing to tell.  ‘Pon my word, this leg hurts enough to go around.”

Elizabeth sighed, but it was with mingled exasperation and strained patience, rather than with anger and panic, that she said, “John, please focus.”

“I’ve had worse,” he assured her wryly.  “No other ails, Doctor.”  He heaved a sigh that sank his whole frame into the cot.  “But strike me!  I could sleep like a babe for the rest of the voyage, I could.”

“I’ll be encouraging you to do just that, for a week at least.”  She patted his shoulder fondly.  “I’ll be back with that brandy.  And then I have to see to everyone who managed not to get a life-threatening injury.”

“‘Twas all luck,” John said airily.  His voice lowered and grew more genuine when she pulled a bedsheet over him up to his chest.  “I thank ya.  No doubt the lads’ll be around.”

“The minute I have my back turned,” she agreed.  And John would want as much dignity as could be mustered in front of his cabin boys.  “Tell them not to pester you too long.  You need your rest.  Sleeping like a babe for a week, remember.  I mean it.”

“Not to worry,” John replied with that overdone grin, “I hear I’ve the best doctor this side of the imperial capital.”

#whumptober2021 #small craftings #treasure planet #brotp: shut up john #that brotp tag got WORKED this time

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Moon Warriors- A Terrible YA Story Starter

So, I have a terrible hobby. I like to see how awful I can make a story. For example, I was trying to avoid doing work and thought, “What’s the worst possible thing I could write that could be classified as a YA story?” And then I cranked this out in 30 minutes. Enjoy. Or don’t.

Like, it’s bad.

***

Once upon a time, in a land that is totally like our own, but more dystopian, because you can always add a smidge more dystopia (seriously, it’s the “hold my beer” of writing styles), lived a princess warrior. She had been taken from the royal palace, which was totally opulent and beautiful and loaded with people wearing wigs and makeup and lots of fancy clothing. It had been the night of the Spit On The Poor ball, where factory workers were sewn into the ballroom floor for the bourgeois to dance the night away on. After the dancing and the feast, which consisted of at least three hobos, the guests would wander to the gladiator pits where children would be chained to one another and were told to fight to the death, with life-saving medications being offered as the prize to the victors.

Anyway, the princess, who was a baby, was spirited out of the castle just as the cable news feeds to the kingdom were cut and the poor were suddenly deprived of their conservative news feed. Like the great white shark in Jaws 3 that had been trapped in a container after the pumps had been shut off, the people thrashed and growled, and demanded their precious feed of systemic bigotry resume to tell them how their situation was normal. Without this reassurance, they turned their frothing hatred towards the castle, and stormed it in a mad desire for flesh and live panel breakdowns of how other-colored people were responsible for unemployment.

And so, the princess lived. She was raised by her kindly nursemaid in a small village, called Poor People District-19. She grew up smart, and plucky, and fast. She was a cunning as she was beautiful, and she was totally hot, so that worked in her favor. Her hair was always hanging down and kinda dirty, but not so dirty that you’d go “eww!” More like she was one shower and a nice change of clothes away from being Princess McHotCharacter. Her clothes were rags, but nice, color-coordinated rags, and she was totally good with handheld weapons, like knives, arrows, and spears. She survived by hunting and doing underground video blogs about the tyrant king who had survived the uprising of 17 years ago who was also her dad BUT SHE DOESN’T KNOW THAT.

The princess didn’t know she was a princess. Instead, she was simply Jessica. Jessica Steel-Tiger; a rough and tumble gal who was too focused on freedom and her people to think about love.

At least that was the case up until the robot prince visited her land to see what poor people were. He was from the moon and lived there in harmony with the other robot people. He however had a sinister secret; he was born human. He had a whole bunch of cybernetic implants and stuff, so he was a kick-ass cyborg, but he still looked hot, so we’re good. He had some cool circuit-looking tattoos that were actually circuits (because TECHNOLOGY) along the side of his face, and his eyes would glow light blue due to robot-related things. His face was symmetrical, his hair was blond and kinda pointy, and he had abs. Hot, semi-robotic abs. His semi-see-through chainmail shirt would show them off as he travelled in his bubble-topped robot motorcade. He also had an axe or something. I dunno, it was cool.

Jessica was poised to take out the motorcade all Ewok-style, which was a thing in poor people lands. She had rigged up some boulders to roll off the tops of buildings (all poor-looking buildings, with no glass and soot stains on the sides) and some logs to roll across their path to slow them down (poor-looking logs, what with their lack of park and ramen cups squished into their branches). Then, she would leap atop the car, fight the robot prince to the death, chop off his head, and put it on a rusty girder pike in the town square. Actually, it was more of a town triangle- they couldn’t afford squares.

The rocks fell and took out the police hover cars just like she planned. She also had some nets for the walking soldiers, because nets.

Nets!

 Anyway, everyone was taken out except for the robot prince, who opened the bubble top of his car, picked up his wicked-looking axe thing, and scanned the rooftops for the person responsible. He was soon rewarded with the site of Jessica doing a ton of somersaults through the air and landing perfectly on the hood of his lime green prince transport, as lime green is the color of lunar royalty. She twirled her staff and looked him in his handsome, robot eyes.

“I’m here to kill you,” she hissed.

The prince froze, mesmerized. “Wow. I have no idea who you are, but I am attracted to you.”

Jessica blushed and sputtered. “But, but you’re my enemy! You can’t be attracted to me. NOW WE FIGHT TO THE DEATH!”

She swung her staff, and he countered with his axe, and they dance/fought to a cool techno beat all around the street. He would be all, “I’m gonna hit you with this!” and swing his axe, and it would slo-mo miss her as she did a cool dodge backwards. She would do a twirly spin hit against him that would be countered by the handle of his axe, and then they would push against each other and get real close, each locking eyes with the other.

“I find you menacing and attractive,” the prince said.

“Your ability to defend yourself and your awesome eyes have aroused me, but that doesn’t excuse my rage towards you!” Jessica countered.

“Why do you hate me?” The robot prince asked, confused. “It is because I’m different? Robot different?”

“No! Because you’re evil!” Jessica countered.

The robot prince stared into Jessica’s eyes. “But… What if I could change?”

Jessica grabbed him and kissed him right there in the middle of the street. The kiss was electric and sparky, because he was half-robot, but his mouth was all hotness. It made her all angry and flustered again, but in the hot way that can be taken care of in about five minutes if necessary.

“Come with me,” Jessica said. “Join my rebellion and help me fight the evil king.”

“The king is totally evil,” the robot prince said. “He murdered my father. I am here to secretly get near to him and then kill him with my robot parts.”

“Then you’ll join my rebellion?” Jessica asked?

“Yes,” the robot prince, who was probably named something kinda dumb like Thunderrose Abberstone or something, said. “Can you teach me to be as awesome as you?”

Jessica shook her head. “No, but I’ll teach you to be as awesome as you,” she said.

Blushing, the robot prince nodded in agreement and followed her into the city to plot their rebellion.

And then they fucked.

#ya #hunger games #dystopia #bad writing #satire