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All I can do to Keep you Safe is Hold You Close - 2,317 Words

A part of the collection I have fondly named 'Kaminoans are Assholes.'

Omega has been having trouble sleeping because of nightmares and her solution to that is to... not sleep. Hunter's Jango Fett gene has well and truly activated!

As always this fic is on my AO3 account here, and the link to my masterlist is here.

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The first time he had noticed something was wrong was when Omega started asking if she could drink caff in the mornings. Jokingly, Wrecker had let her have a sip of his, him and Echo laughing when they saw the expression on her face. She clearly hadn’t enjoyed the taste. When Tech had enquired as to why she had wanted to try the bitter drink, she had simply shrugged and said that there wasn’t really a reason.

That had been a lie.

Lying in front of Hunter was almost impossible; he could sense even the slightest of changes in a person’s body for crying out loud. To add to that, Omega was an awful liar, making it easy to spot from where he was sat. Glancing around the cabin, it didn’t seem as though any of the others had noticed this, although when he caught Crosshair’s eye he noticed an air of suspicion in his expression. He had noticed too.

The day had gone on as usual and Omega hadn’t asked any more about the caff… Hunter almost allowed himself to forget that she had even lied about wanting to drink it in the first place. She was a little girl, for crying out loud. She was full of energy and the last thing they needed was her pinging about the place before crashing in a heap when the affects ran out. That night, when he had put her to bed, tucking Lula and Trooper into her blankets with her, he had asked how she was. It had come out innocently enough, but clearly he had spooked her because almost straight away her barriers went up, and she was insisting that she was absolutely fine. Not knowing what to do if she didn’t want to talk to him, he had bid her goodnight and climbed back down the ladder from the gunner’s mount.

A week or so later it was becoming more and more apparent that Omega was exhausted. She kept falling asleep on missions at every opportunity she got to rest her legs, and it was getting to the point where Wrecker was having to carry her about. Sheer exhaustion rolled off of her in waves, and the rest of the batch were beginning to be more and more concerned for her wellbeing. She was their little sister… Hunter’s ad’ika (though he would never admit that to his brothers) she deserved to be happy and healthy like all little girls her age.

After one particular mission, Omega had collapsed in a heap in Cid’s bar; the loud music didn’t seem to bother her as she slept, drawing the attention of the Trandoshan.

“What’s with Tiny?” she asked, nodding her head towards the booth where she was resting. Hunter scowled, but that was more because he didn’t know the answer than because she was prying. He went to respond, but Tech stepped in.

“It would appear that Omega has… over done it on the past couple of missions,” he answered in a very reasonable tone. “She clearly needs to go to her bunk when we get back to the ship.”

Cid hadn’t said anything else following on from that, but Hunter could tell that she didn’t buy what Tech had told her, and that even she was concerned for the little girl. “Right…” she responded. “Well you see that she does get that sleep. I can’t have clients coming in thinking I let little kids pass out drunk in my bar.”

Omega had let Hunter scoop her up and carry her back to the ship, her head lolling on his shoulder as she wordlessly took in her surroundings. He had thought there and then that maybe he’d be able to get her into bed quickly when he got back to the Marauder…

He could not have been more wrong.

The moment he mentioned the ‘b’ word, Omega had perked up and started insisting that she wasn’t even remotely tired. “Can’t I just stay up for a little longer, Hunter?” she had asked, her big brown eyes trying to persuade him that he didn’t need to send her to bed. He had sighed, crossing his arms and trying to put on his best ‘dad’ face.

“You need sleep, Omega,” he reasoned as he reached into the gunner’s mount and pulled her pyjamas down. She pouted at him, and for a moment he was convinced that she was going to start crying.

“B-but…” she trailed, and Hunter could see an element of conflict on her features. She wanted to tell him something, he just knew it, but before she could get any words out Wrecker came parading into the room, a little tipsy. So much for talking to her.

"I’m sorry Omega,” he continued, watching her body deflate with disappointment. “I’m not budging on this one.”

She had gone to bed, but he had noticed how she tried to drag out every element of getting ready; she had taken nearly twenty minutes brushing her teeth for kriff’s sake. Looking back on that now, he should have seen just how reluctant she was to sleep and realised that something was wrong. He should have reached out to her.

Other abnormalities in her behaviour should have stuck out to him, and he found himself cursing for not noticing all of this sooner. Especially given what was about to come.

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(Three Weeks Later)

There were plenty of times that Hunter cursed his enhanced hearing; being on a ship full of snorers when he was trying desperately to sleep was one of those times. As he lay in his bunk, all he could hear was the heavy breathing of Wrecker directly above him, and the light snores of Tech from his chair in the cockpit. He had ear buds for times like these, but whilst the noise irritated him to no end, not being able to hear made him feel vulnerable and he tried not to use them unless he absolutely had to.

Rolling over and resisting the urge to groan, he buried his face into the GAR standard issue pillow. It wasn’t exactly comfy, but being a solider meant that you had to be able to sleep anywhere. This lumpy pillow and hard bunk was a godsend compared to some of the situations he’d found himself in over the years. Distantly, he could hear the tapping of keys on some sort of device… it sounded a little like Crosshair’s data pad. Clearly he had joined Echo on watch then seeing as he couldn’t hear either of them anywhere else. They weren’t sleeping, that’s for sure.

Having Crosshair back had meant a little bit of adjusting for the members of the Bad Batch. For the first couple of days he had been incredibly isolated, not wanting to go near any of his brothers or even his little sister. Then, slowly, little by little he had started to integrate himself back into the lives of those who loved him. He had taken a shine to Omega, although he was loathed to show it to anyone except the little girl herself… now that Hunter thought about it, the only time he had seen Omega sleeping peacefully over the past few weeks was the morning she had been found in her bunk, clinging onto Crosshair’s sleeping form as though it was the only thing keeping her from floating out of the ship.

Hunter made a mental note to ask Crosshair about that in the morning, but his train of thoughts was cut off when he heard what sounded like a muted sob. Sitting bolt upright in bed and suddenly no longer tired, Hunter’s eyes darted around the room as he searched for the source of the sound. Not noticing anything out of the ordinary, he frowned, which deepened when he heard the sobbing sound a second time. Having been ready this time, he climbed out of bed and tiptoed towards the noise. Almost as though she could sense his presence, Omega’s snivels stopped as he reached the bottom of the ladder leading to her room.

“’Mega?” he asked quietly, not opening the curtain… he didn’t want to spook her or make her feel as though he was intruding on her space. There was silence for a moment before a quiet shuffling of blankets could be heard and a small hand reached to open the curtain.

Omega’s face was blotchy and red, her cheeks tear-stained and her eyes puffy from her crying; how had Hunter not noticed her sooner? He cursed to himself, making a mental note to be more aware in the future. “H-Hunter,” a small sob escaped her as she launched herself at him without hesitating and clung to his neck.

To his credit, Hunter reacted quickly; he carefully scooped Omega out of the gunners’ mount, cradling her trembling form as he wondered quietly back to his bunk and sat down. The little girl still clinging onto him, he stroked a hand through her hair and whispered soothing nothings to her as he waited for her cries to subside.

When her breathing eventually did even out and the sniffles came to a stop, she looked up at him with a bleary look on her face. Kriff, she looked exhausted. How long had she been going on like this?

“Ad’ika,” his voice croaked as he used the term for the first time. Omega’s eyes widened at the expression, and if he didn’t know better he was convinced that she pulled him just a little closer. “Have you been struggling to sleep?”

Bingo. He’d hit the nail on the head it seemed, as the little girl in his arms cried even more.

“E-every time I close my eyes,” she sobbed. “I see something different and it’s horrible…” she took a shuddering breath. “I’ve been trying to stay awake at night so that the nightmares don’t come.”

Hunter let out a shaky breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. “You’ve gotta get sleep, ‘Mega,” he soothed as he kept stroking her hair.

“I’m so tired,” she mumbled as her tears slowly came to a stop, reduced to small hiccups now as she rested her head against his chest.

An idea occurred to him, something that he hadn’t done since he and his brothers were cadets, all cowering away and petrified of Nala se. “You could always stay here for the night,” he whispered, his suggestion catching her attention. She didn’t move to look at him but nodded, wiping her eyes on the sleeve of her new pyjamas (Crosshair had insisted that she have sleeping clothes, though he wouldn’t say why he had become so interested). Shifting carefully, he set her down on the bunk next to him and went to put his back against the wall to make more space for her.

That clearly wasn’t what she’d had in mind as Omega frowned slightly and clambered over him, putting herself between him and the wall. Hunter let out a small chuff of laughter as he rolled over, letting the little girl get comfortable; by the time the pair of them had stopped fidgeting, Omega was curled into Hunter’s embrace, the arm he draped over her clutched to her chest as she hugged it like it was Lula. The sergeant was a little uncomfortable, but any thoughts of that melted away as Omega whispered something that only he could hear.

“Goodnight, buir.”

He just managed to choke back the sudden wave of emotion that washed over him. That was… unexpected. Clearing his throat, he smiled softly at the little girl in his arms.

“Goodnight, ad’ika.”

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A week or so later Hunter was lying in bed, reading off of his holo pad. Omega’s nightmares hadn’t stopped, of course they hadn’t, but knowing that she could go to her buir when the nightmares arrived made them that much easier to cope with. It meant that he’d had to contend with having Omega, Lula and sometimes even Trooper in bed with him but if that was the price he had to pay for the girl’s comfort? So be it.

Speak of the devil, a sniffle to his right caught his attention and he looked up only to see that Omega had snuck out of her bunk and to his bed. She looked at him with pleading eyes for only a moment before he lifted his blanket.

“Come on,” he whispered, allowing her to climb into the bed and to her usual spot between her buir and the wall. Her head rested on his chest as he continued tapping at the holo pad; he had been doing some research into a new knife he’d had his eye on, but turned that off in favour of a mind-numbing game he knew Omega enjoyed watching him play. It was a game where you had to match three blocks of the same colour in order for them to disappear and for the items trapped at the top of the screen to reach the bottom.

He thought the little girl had drifted off to sleep, but was proven wrong when a small hand reached out and tapped three blocks on the screen. Letting out a small laugh at her antics, Hunter pressed a gentle kiss to the girls’ temple before the pair continued playing the game together, taking it in turns. He knew they’d both be tired in the morning but they had nothing planned for the day, a little lay-in wouldn’t hurt anyone. It was in moments like these that he allowed himself to make the most of the normality of it all, in the vain hope that one day he’d be able to give his little girl the childhood she deserved.

“Love you, buir.”

“Love you too, ‘Mega.”

Yeah, he could definitely put up with sharing his bunk with his kid and her toys if it meant that he got to have moments like these.

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maxwell-grant · 8 months

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so with the show gone, what's your headcanon on the ventures's future? have the creators mentioned anything about it?

A few things in passing but not too much. Namely just that Dean is gonna lose his hair and that Hank will eventually step foot in Mars as an adventurer. I think Doc and Jackson said as much that they want to keep the door open for future stories in case they do get to come back, and that they'll always have new things they'll want to do, but anyway yes okay, post-show headcanons:

Doc burns through Jonas Jr's fortune and for the most part remains the same, but he eventually achieves a true breakthrough of his own: a permanent solution to hair loss. It comes with a few little side effect mutations but for the most part it does work and Doc is, reasonably pretty happy that for once he gets something to his name that he actually made and isn't something horrible done to him. "Reasonably happy" is as happy as Rusty is ever allowed to get, and he dies a few weeks later by something predictably stupid, like auto-erotic asphyxiation.

It's shitty, Dr Orpheus cries over it, but everyone kinda saw it coming.

Most of Doc's assets get seized and the boys actually don't get much, he forgot to put them in the will because he made it back when he still had the clone farm. Rusty's last wish is to be cremated so nobody gets to clone him, and for his ashes to be scattered at Spanakopita, which has become a big White Lotus-esque resort island since Doc's last visit, built by Giorgo almost entirely off the Venture fortune. On the boat ride to Spanakopita, (WHITE LOTUS SEASON 2 SPOILERS) Sgt Hatred dies exactly like Tanya did and nobody bothers to fish his body back up.

Eventually some Rusty clones will pop up over the years, one of which is gonna be on that offscreen Rusty that went on the Cleveland Time Machine adventure with Billy. Once they leave Rusty's science basement, Billy and Pete White will never make it to the big leagues, but they'll pretty much be together until the end, and they are gonna go on some real weird adventures, like freaky Doom Patrol stuff, St.Cloud is gonna get up to some shit in the future once he bumbles into becoming rich enough to warp space-time around him just by existing and turn into the world's first Level 100 antagonist by the least amount of effort humanly possible. Actually the whole world is gonna get a lot weirder in the future, when stuff like the cloning tech and anti-gravity music boxes bleed over into general public use.

At some point the Earth will be menaced by the return of General Treister, who has absorbed enough cosmic radiation to become Galactus (this one was mentioned in the artbook as something they'd play around with, if they ever brought Treister back). He will be stopped from devouring the planet by a joint effort between Hank Venture, the Guild and the OSI, and Hunter Gathers will sacrifice herself in the process, passing the OSI's leadership to Shore Leave, who will bring SPHINX back every few months just so he has an excuse to interject SPHINX! into sentences again for funsies. Brock essentially becomes the OSI's equivalent to Red Death: basically retired, but he goes on assignments a couple times per year or gets brought onboard for decision-making, some part of him actually does kinda like this life and he stands by the friends he's made in it. He keeps touch with the Ventures but for the most part he flies solo. At some point he will have enough illegitimate children across the world for them to start their own super spy group.

Hank becomes an adventurer, and for the most part he just remains Hank as always. He makes a lot of strange alliances all over the place, he doesn't resort as much to his entourage of personas but some still come up on occasion (the double life of Enrico Matassa is one for the history books), he reforms Shallow Gravy with Dermott (who is totally 100% getting kicked out of the OSI) and Gary and HELPeR and Scare Bear playing the triangle, for the most part he lives up to the idea of being more "Rusty Venture" than Rusty himself ever was and he becomes like the first major Venture adventurer who's not some kind of monster. He completely and totally blows out any chance at settling down into normalcy, but he lives an exciting life. 50/50 on him either dying young doing something incredibly stupid and careless, or somehow stumbling his way into full-blown Highlander immortality just as 21 foresaw.

Dean I think stays in New York full time and is another 50/50 on him: he's either gonna succeed in having a normal life, or he's becoming a villain, I'm taking the fandom side on this one, villain Dean is not the most exciting idea in the world but it has some legs to it and I can't see him being anything else if he's gotta be a part of that binary whether he likes it or not. In the former, I imagine he finishes college, maybe gets a degree in something lowkey, probably changes his name and settles down with somebody and stops answering most calls, basically makes it like Professor Van Helping in that his life is okay and that's just how he wants it. Villain Dean I think happens in largely a similar way to how it happened to Dr Girlfriend taking over the Guild: not something they wanted or planned to, but it's the best way to keep things stable and keep themselves afloat amidst the chaos that surrounds them whether they want it or not. Maybe he finally listens to King Crimson and it breaks his brain into mad science a bit, as it tends to do, or maybe he invokes his blood right to appoint himself Sovereign but otherwise keeps hands-free of the Guild, and only does it so the Guild leaves him alone and he can boss other villains into standing down. He's gonna have freaks in costume trying to get him for the rest of his life so, fuck it, when in Rome or something.

At some point in the very near future Mantilla takes over the Peril Partnership and guts it to make ARCH a real thing, and maybe in the future ARCH kinda replaces the Guild at the forefront of supervillain institutions, with the Guild having the final word in matters of diplomacy and the old guard and ARCH as the new high-tech face of things. She never succeeds in getting to be besties with Dr Girlfriend, but she does hit it off nicely with Sirena, who takes over after Wide Wale and fires basically everyone that was still around after the Morpho saga. The Order of the Triad actually does succeed in making it pretty big, with comparatively few players but some very powerful additions like Lila, Red Death's daughter, and some of Jefferson's old buddies. Definitely not Triana though, she's got better to do than run with her dad's crew. Somehow HELPeR winds up joining and gets married to the Pants Golem.

Gary is gonna keep on being Henchman 21 up until the moment The Monarch dies, at which point he might actually undergo another big transformation of the self and will probably just outright become a sidekick to the heroes. He's never going to truly be a hero or a villain himself, he gave those a try and he's pretty firmly the kind of guy that only comes to life when someone else tells him what to do, so I imagine he's gonna bounce around until he finds something he finds fulfilling, will probably go on plenty of adventures with Hank. Really by this point he's already an honorary Venture, with The Monarch out of the picture so goes the pretense. Sheila, I think she just runs the Guild for as long as she can, probably reformulates it into something more sustainable by the end of her run. Sheila's arc in the show is about her climbing the ranks and moving away from her role as a number two, and distancing herself more from The Monarch because of it, and she's not going back to her old life so I think she's just fully going to remain The Sovereign up until she gets too sick of it, possibly moves into politics at Radical Left's suggestion and hands the Guild off to Phantom Limb. Maybe even becomes President of the United States for a bit, if anyone in the cast is becoming president it's really gotta be her. Or maybe not since she's overqualified, but still, if she does, in the process she hands the Guild to Phantom Limb, who basically makes it a drinking buddies gentleman's club and is too retired and rich and old to care much about anything anymore.

The movie ends with a pretty firm statement that The Monarch is just going to keep on being The Monarch no matter what and that he will in fact never stop trying to arch Rusty, and he's had like a million chances to kill Doc by now and didn't seize any of them so really yes he will just keep doing this until one or both pass. And I'm definitely thinking Doc goes first, Malcolm is torn between celebrating and flipping the fuck out that Doc DARED to not let The Mighty Monarch kill him, and for a brief moment he's completely and totally unsure as to what the fuck is he going to do with his life. He's like this close to genuinely trying to turn his life around and try to be a Blue Morpho-esque hero again if only because he and Gary had some good times and, y'know by this point he hates the Guild more so than the OSI, but then the Rusty clones show up and, you know what, fine, I can work with this, THE SWEET RELEASE OF DEATH IS NO MATCH FOR THE ACID CUMSHOT OF VENGEANCE, DOCTOR VENTURE, MUUUHAHAHAHAHAHAH!! and then he crashes his new butterglider into a cliffside Wile E.Coyote style and he dies like two weeks into a new plan.

Gary cries, Sheila's heartbroken, but again, they and everyone totally saw this coming.

#replies tag #venture bros #the venture brothers #the venture bros #adult swim #doc hammer #jackson pollock #rusty venture #the monarch #dean venture #hank venture #brock samson #henchman 21 #dr girlfriend

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rachi-roo · 1 year

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Raichiii your writing is so gooodd!!! You're talented hehehe. Anyway I have a sudden funny idea that i'll be very grateful if you can turn into fic. I'm thinking the league of villain kidnap bakugou (just like in the anime), to persuade bakugou to join the LOV. Luckily the pro hero hawks is there (in disguise just like in the anime also)! Because hawks scared that LOV will use persuasion method that will harm bakugou, hawks adviced & suggested tickling instead because it's harmless lol Lee bakugou, lers hawks & LOV (platonic & no foot tickling if possible), have a nice dayy!!

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My Hero Academia: An alternative solution.

You lot just loooove seeing him suffer, don't ya? XD Same 0-0 Sorry for the lack of some lov characters, I'm not sure about writing for those guys just yet 🫣

Summary: Tiggle fic. Bakugo has once again been captured by the LOV, now under the name Paranormal Liberation Front. Things look dire for the teen until a certain familiar bird-looking hero shows up to subtly aid the kidnapped victim.

Lee Bakugo, Lers Hawks, Dabi, Toga, Twice.

Tw: Mild swearing, possible spoilers, mentions of knifes, restraints, over-stimulation

12/02/23

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"I say we drain him dry~ After losing a couple of pints I'm sure he'd be more willing to cooperate." Himiko grinned, pressing the flat of her knife against Bakugos chin, lifting his head towards the light. He was still a little groggy from whatever they'd managed to shoot him with. It could have been another quirk, but that didn't matter right now.

"Naaah, after the trouble he caused last time, we should burn the message into him. Make sure it leaves a lasting reminder of who he's up against if he doesn't want to join." Dabi chuckled, raising a small ember to the side of the ash blonde's face. The heat just licking his skin.

Bakugo just glared back, unable to move. They had the poor boy strapped into a different kind of chair this time. The seat part was normal, but the upper half of the chair was 'T' shaped, with his arms stretched out to the sides along the frame. Buckles along his upper arms, elbows and wrists held him firmly in place, with his hands trapped inside some kind of quirk nullifying blocks. They must've gotten this tech from ReDestro. He felt exposed. Only wearing his black tee, pyjama shorts and sneakers.

There were more straps, one across his chest, one on each thigh and another one holding each ankle. He was stuck good. They definitely had more painful plans for the boy this time.

"No!" Twice joined. "Let's just break every bone! Start with his toes- No this is far too cruel- He has it coming!"

"Woooah, woooah, everyone just take a breather, hey?" A cool voice interrupted, Dabi giving an irritated huff as he turned towards the voice. "The fuck are you doing here, Hawks?"

Hawks? Bakugos eyes snapped wide open, staring in disbelief. It's Hawks. He's really here. With the PLF. Why? What's he up to?

Hawks stepped in, smiling casually at the boy. "Long time no see, Bakugo." He waved.

"Hawks... The hell are you doing with-"

"All will be explained later, kid. Now, this is quite the tricky situation you've found yourself in, ain't it?" He chuckled, circling the chair in which Bakugo was bound. "Naww, look, they really did a number on you didn't they? All sleepy. Bless." He placed a hand on Bakugos back, pressing gently in a pattern, using code to let him know he was safe.

Toga frowned, pointing her knife again. "We just wanna convert him. He should be on our side! He's not as cute as Deku, but he is strong."

"Convert and befriend him by.... hurting him?" Hawks questioned with a raised brow. Bakugo gave him a side glance, wondering what he was up to.

"Uh, yeah? How else are we supposed to make him join us?" Twice hummed.

Hawks chuckled, ruffling Bakugos hair. "Well, what's one thing 99% of teen boys have in common that we could use?"

"No fire resistance."

"They need most of their blood?"

"Lack of oxygen will turn them blue!"

"All correct, but I was thinking something a little more, harmless." Hawks smiled, circling the blonde again, stopping behind him this time.

"Something, to reeeally make him regret not joining~" Two gloved hands flexed by Bakugos exposed sides, making him tense up.

"Hawks? What the fuck are you- Ghk!" He flinched, immediately trying to hold his breath as he felt the awful sensation of fingers skittering up and down his sides. He pulled on the restraints, desperately trying to stifle his giggling.

Dabi tilted his head. "Tickling? Are you serious?"

"Ah-hah~" Hawks nodded, resting his chin on Bakugos shoulder, casually continuing to lightly tickle the boy. "Think about it, you want him to join you, right? So, instead of using pain that will just make him sour towards us and our goals, why not use something that will, instead, make him smile?"

Toga crouched between Bakugos legs, leaning in to see his flustered expression as he tried to hide. "Hmmm... Good point." She nodded, a small grin growing on her cheeks. "I do like watching him wriggle like this. It must be humiliating." She rested her head on his knee, starting to drag her nails up and down the inside of his bare thigh, making his leg shudder.

Bakugo couldn't believe what was happening. This wasn't real. It had to be a dream. He shook his head, scrunching his eyes shut, still desperate not to laugh. "Rh- S-Stop it-!"

"What was that? You're gonna have to speak up a little buddy." Hawks cooed, blowing into the blonde's ear, making him yelp as he bundled his shoulders up. "You're so dead!" He threatened, biting his lip again.

Toga smirked, bringing her other set of nails to his exposed knees, reverse pinching on the caps. "You look silly~" She grinned.

"The sooner you give up, the sooner this will stop." Hawks nodded.

"Lemme try!- I'll kill the brat, with laughter!" Twice hopped over, standing by the side and started to poke at Bakugos tummy, enjoying the muffled giggling that followed.

He won't break. He won't! Not now. Not ever-!

"Coochie, coochie, coooo~ C'mon buddy, we're all friends here." Hawks jeered, holding two of his longer feathers, slipping them into the short sleeves of Bakugos shirt, ever so lightly brushing and swirling against his vulnerable underarms.

"Gh-! Shihit! Ah- Mmh! No! Rh! Noho! HahAH!" He was on the edge. Right on the brink of bursting.

"You guys are so bad at this." Dabi smirked, standing over Toga, leaning in and starting to claw at Bakugos ribs. He wasn't starting soft like the others. He wanted to crush this UA student.

"AAAAH! Nahaha! Aha-! No! Nohohoho! AHAHA!"

"There she blows~!" Hawks teased, continuing his underarm torment.

"Ahahaha! S-Stahap! Hawks! God danm ihihit! HAHA!"

Toga switched up her tickling, matching Dabis ruthless energy as she pressed her thumbs on his inner thighs, feeling the muscles tense and wobble in panic. "Hmmm, not as cute as Dekus thighs. But this is still fun~"

"Gehet off! Get off my thihighs! StAHAHA!" This wasn't like any tickling he had experienced before. All these spots being attacked at once, it was crazy. Maybe a little enjoyable for the time being. But crazy. Twice rolled up Bakugos shirt, tucking it under the chest strap, leaving his belly and ribs exposed.

"Wow, he's buff!- And all ours." The two-bit man smiled, starting to shake his fingers into the exposed tummy, earning a bout of boyish giggling before the hysterics descended again. "Stahap! I-I'll never-! AHAHAHA! NEHEHEVER!"

"Oh yes you wiiiill~ Or we're just going to tickle you pink!" Hawks smiled, glad that he'd managed to make sure they at least didn't hurt the boy. He looked at Bakugos face, red as a tomato, tears pooling in the corners of his tightly shut eyes and a big smile on his face.

"Move your hands, Twice!" Toga suddenly yelled, licking her lips as she took a deep breath, plunging against Bakugos belly, blowing a round of short, fuzzy raspberries.

Bakugo all but melted, unable to do anything but flinch and squirm, his entire body filled with a flurry of tingles. "Stop, stop, stop! Stahap! STAHAHAHAP!"

Hawks sent out a few smaller feathers, all starting to tickle around Bakugos ears, neck and collarbone, freeing his hands for other places. "Let's seeeee. A little birdy, not me another bird, told me that there's a little secret spot. Bakugos off button. Where oh where was it?" He teased, knowing exactly where it was.

"Don't! Hawks, Hawks plehease! I can't tahAHAHA! AAAAAH-!"

"Bingo~" Hawks chuckled, drilling his fingers into the so-called off button. Just above his ribs, below his underarms. It did indeed turn the poor boy off. His laughter fell silent, only growing loud again when he needed to inhale.

The tickling went on like this for a while. Tears dripped onto Bakugos rolled-up shirt as he cried with laughter, his body drenched in sweat. With Hawks taking care of his vulnerable spot, Twice on his tummy, Dabi wrecking his ribs and Toga squeezing at his thighs and knees, along with Hawks damned feathers. He wasn't sure he could take much more.

"Okay-.... Ahaha! O-Okahay! Stahap! Hawks! Please! Plehehease! Please stahap! AHA! MEHERCY!" He cried out, feeling himself start to panic. His hair sticking to his forehead, getting in his eyes. They weren't stopping. They really weren't stopping.

"Fuhuhuck! AHAHA! PLEHEASE! STAHAhahap!" His throat became hoarse, his mind filling with fog.

Finally, after almost an hour, the tickling finally stopped. Bakugo's head slumped forward as he gasped for air. Exhausted. Hawks stayed with him after the other members left. He gently brushed the hair from Bakugos eyes. "You did great kid, you just rest, we'll talk later."

Bakugo was too tired to argue, he just gave hawks a glare before closing his eyes, still trying to catch his breath.

What happened after that was a mystery, next thing Bakugo knew, he was waking up back in his bed at the dorms. He didn't care what Hawks was up to, he knew there was a reason he was with the villains that night. And he was still too tired to think about it right now. He sighed, curling up underneath his warm blankets, drifting off to sleep again.

#bnha #mha #sfw tickling community #bakugo tickles #bakugo katsuki #bnha tickle fic #mha tickles #rachi roo

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jor-elthatendswell · 6 months

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It's a well worn topic at this point but the imminent release of The Marvels has me thinking about how militaristic the Marvel Cinematic Universe is, with Monica Rambeau aka Photon, a habour patrol member in the comics, reimagined as a captain in the US Air Force.

She follows Hawkeye, who was changed from an argumentative former circus performer with a heart of gold (a character so staunchly against lethal force he once revoked his own wife's Avengers membership because she sort of, maybe, subconsciously allowed a villain to fall to his death) into a hard-nosed black ops assassin.

Sam Wilson/ Falcon made his celluloid debut as an army man with twin submachine guns attached to his wrists. It’s a far cry from his print counterpart’s introduction as a social worker by day who uses his skill at falconry to protect his neighbourhood.

If we allow the argument that modern cinema goers are accustomed to a sprinkling of realism to make their superheroes palatable (and it’s a strange argument really- why should realism be a desirable quality in summer blockbuster escapism?) then what actually constitutes “realism”.

Sure, a man who learnt uncanny skill with a bow and arrow growing up with a travelling show couldn’t possibly hold his own alongside Hulk or Thor in the real world (and, yes, there isn’t a Hulk or Thor in the real world; as I say, this is a strange argument), but if he learned those exact same skills in some kind of military context then that somehow passes the bar for realism? The sinister upshot is that these children’s heroes become more warlike just as, globally, they reach more children than ever before.

Increasing the realism of superhero stories only serves to make them problematic. DC Comics' Batman, who is the frequently subjected to “realistic” treatments, is the prime example. If, in real life, a billionaire tooled himself up with the best weapons and body armour money can buy and began dispensing violent “justice” with no accountability, then of course that wouldn’t be a good thing. If they wore a costume with pointy ears and started calling themselves “Batman” then of course we would question their sanity. But Batman isn’t real; it’s a story. Nobody thinks The Muppet Show advocates animal cruelty. Quite the opposite, if anything. ("Not unless they're watching it", as Waldolf once heckled) Yet if a filmmaker decides they’re going to make a “grounded and realistic” remake where Fozzy is played by a real live bear wearing a pork pie hat and spotty necktie, then that's a whole other story. Suspend your disbelief and superheroes are less like the police or army and more akin to volunteers and activists, doing what they can with what they have to improve the lives of those around them. Their actions take the form of crime fighting only because that’s what makes for exciting colourful adventure stories for children.

In the MCU, even Marvel’s poster boy, Spider-Man (another champion of non-lethal solutions, known for his compassion even to his enemies and who possesses an enduring appeal to young children) is given a literal sheen of the military-industrial complex in the form of “Stark Tech” armour, replete with military grade strike drones. Tony Stark even thought to equip his 15 year old protégé-cum-child soldier with an “Instant Kill Mode”. In a moment played for laughs in Spider-Man: Homecoming, Spider-Man rejects his on-board AI's attempt to activate this feature but seems untroubled that such an option exists and, indeed, come Avengers: Infinity War, he voluntarily deploys it. It’s not clear if Spidey actually does kill any of his alien adversaries, but it seems reasonable to assume that one doesn’t say “Activate Instant Kill Mode” without the intention of ending lives. Fans are expected to smile or applaud as Spider-Man says these words, recognising the call-back to Homecoming, rather than find it a gross misrepresentation of Marvel’s most beloved character or an alarming depiction of a children’s favourite.

The MCU Avengers as a whole are a US government “initiative “. The reluctant superheroes need to be cajoled into putting their differences aside for the greater good by army top brass Nick Fury. In a tweak from the source material, the ‘H' in Fury's organisation, SHIELD, stands for ‘Homeland’, making SHIELD as explicitly American venture as opposed to it being ostensibly intergovernmental in the comics.

There is a comic book precedent for this military take on Earth's Mightiest Heroes in the form of The Ultimates, a 2002 series by the British team of writer Mark Millar and artist Bryan Hitch. The Ultimates ,however, was satire. Millar was an unreformed lefty of the old school – someone who has boasted of voting Brexit for left-wing reasons, someone who once appeared on Russia Today as a guest of George Galloway. The Ultimates took swings at the gung ho jingoism of post 9/11 America. Captain America's “Surrender!!?? You think this letter on my head stands for France?“ is not supposed to be a badass one-liner, but rather a parody of the kind of things US media outlets were saying as Jacques Chirac proved less keen than Tony Blair to follow George Bush in bringing gunboat diplomacy to the Middle East. As Millar commentated at the time:

“The Ultimates is completely different because it's a character-driven piece and (something only a few people have noticed) my attempt as a left-wing writer to tell stories about an essentially right-wing concept and cast. It's very much the Anti-Authority, if you will. Captain America and so on are fully-paid members of the US military machine and this means a very different book and approach from a gang of slightly arrogrant, left-wing, superhuman utopians like The Authority ".

Wildstorm Comics' The Authority, which both Millar and Hitch worked on (although not together), was a precursor to Ultimates, featuring a team of similarly “any means necessary” heroes, albeit with a left-wing bent. The Ultimates does have something of The Authority’s utopian streak; Nick Fury and Tony Stark genuinely want to make the world a better place for everyone. It’s very idealistic – what if the head of the military and the biggest tech billionaire actually had the people’s best interests at heart? – and arguably closer to true superhero ethos (basically “with great power there must also come great responsibility “) than those characters more pragmatic MCU equivalents.

Yet, as Millar's one time writing partner Grant Morrison (who actually ghost-wrote at least one issue of The Authority under Miller’s name) observed in Morrison’s major nonfiction work, Supergods, the likes of The Authority, The Ultimates and, by extension, the MCU represent a “capitulation” to the view “that it was really only force and violence that got things done and not patient diplomacy, and that only soldiers and very rich people had the world figured out”. If the MCU is realistic, then it’s a sad indictment of the real world where the heroes are the ones with the best tech, the best guns and no compunction about using them.

Regardless of intent, The Ultimates left a door at Marvel’s “House of Ideas” just enough ajar to allow a malign notion to creep in: “These soldier superheroes are pretty cool. What If they were like that all the time? Wouldn’t they be more popular then”?

Certainly the navy SEAL aesthetic Bryan Hitch brought to the costumes (replacing the colourful tights and capes with pouches, straps and body armour) was soon adopted by superhero tv and film productions even pre-MCU. In fact, Hawkeye's journey from carny to commando mirrors the changes in superhero attire. Most famously, Superman's appearance with the red “overpants” derives from that of circus strongmen, but seeing any photography of early to mid 20th century carnival and circus performers makes it clear the early superhero creators had them in mind when they first put pencil to paper.

In an interview (found in Marvel Spotlight: Captain America, published in 2009) Hitch related how he showed an initial Ultimates drawing of Captain America with a machine gun to Grant Morrison, which Morrison then “described as the most obscene Captain America image [they’d] ever seen”. (NB: Morrison has since adopted gender neutral pronouns). Perhaps Morrison said this with glee, in on the joke with their friends, but in the years since, Cap with a gun became a common sight, even in family-friendly movies (where it was divorced from the irony of The Ultimates).

By a 2015 interview, Morrison lamented the fact that “the Avengers work for the government, and it's been like that since Mark [Millar] did The Ultimates” and said they were “bored with the idea that the best superheroes can represent is some aggressive version of the military. [...] They're supposed to be champions of the oppressed, they help ordinary people, they make things better for people. They don't prop up our grotesque, doddering culture of war and aggression”.

That same year Morrison introduced a new comic book superteam in the pages of The Multiversity. Pointedly the text likens this group, named “Justice Incarnate”, to a “cosmic neighbourhood watch” rather than any formal military or law-enforcement institution.

Millar himself reunited with his Authority collaborator Frank Quitely to create the comic Jupiter’s Legacy, which comes across in part as an apology for The Ultimates and all it begat. It concludes with the protagonists, Chloe Sampson and Eddie "Hutch" Hutchence taking up superhero mantles and promising not to make the moral compromises of their predecessors:

“No more bowing to authority and insitutions. No more deference to people in power”.

“There's a dignity in public service we mistook for old-fashioned, and a humility in having a secret identity, living among the people we protect.“

The Avengers, Marvel’s breakthrough billion dollar box office 2012 movie, by contrast, concludes with Iron Man dropping a nuclear bomb on the “Chitari”, an invading alien army and it seems likely this influenced Morrison’s comments on modern superhero stories.

In Supergods, Morrison

describes their childhood dread of nuclear weapons. The child of “ban the bomb” activists, the “gruesome hand-drawn images of how the world might look after a spirited thermonuclear missile exchange” which illustrated their parents anti-nuclear literature struck terror into the young Morrison. Therefore they seized upon superheroes as being an idea powerful enough to counteract – and overcome – the idea of the bomb.

“It’s not that I needed Superman to be “real,” I just needed him to be more real than the Idea of the Bomb that ravaged my dreams”.

Within the narrative of the movie, Iron Man takes the only option available to him to save New York. Destroying thousands of alien lives to save thousands of human ones. But The Avengers isn’t a documentary; the scriptwriters could have written a satisfying denouement which didn’t involve mass murder. They could at least have included some words of regret by the heroes over what it took to win, acknowledging that killing is not the ideal solution. Instead the Avengers trade banter and eat shawarma, collective conscious clear.

There is a moment in another Grant Morrison work, Final Crisis, which always brings the MCU to mind. In Final Crisis #3, drawn by JG Jones, (published in 2008, the same year the MCU began) “evil gods” from a higher plain of existence have been reincarnated on Earth. In order for the Justice League to counter this threat, a “draft for Superheroes” is implemented. Green Arrow (a Batman-a-like character who was subsequently reinvented to embody the countercultural sentiment of the late 1960s and has since served as the social conscious of the superhero set) responds to receiving his draft notice thusly:

“If anybody falls for this authoritarian, militaristic crap, it’ll prove I’m absolutely right about absolutely everything!... “

Cue the next page, where the drafted heroes have gathered en mass (including Green Arrow, impotently shaking his fist.)

Such an assemblage of characters in usually a triumphant moment in a summer "event" story, but here is framed as a sign that evil already has it’s hooks into reality. This world has fallen to the darkness and the superheroes who inhabit it are too morally compromised to realise it.

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toska-writes · 10 months

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What about Y/N not liking their haircut because their bangs keep getting in their eyes? They want to keep their bangs long because they love the haircut, but they are highly debating cutting them off due to the annoyance. What if Hunter helps them fix it? Aka, him giving Y/N one of his spare bandanas to wear and push their bangs back, wearing it kinda like a headband.

I'm a sucker for big brother/dad!Hunter

I’m dying this is tooooo cute!

“Vision”

Summary: your hair has been getting in the way for maker knows how long, but your just not ready to let go of the style yet. I’m sure Hunter has a solution for that

Paring: Hunter x GN padawan reader (PLATONIC!!)

Warning: mentions of scissors but nothing else, WE 👏LOVE👏DAD👏HUNTER

Word count: 801 I wrote this all out and of course it got deleted and I couldn’t get it back but we pressed on anyways!

Notes: apologies to everyone else that requested the fic- I really should do first come first serve but this way I don’t burn out as fast if I want to write an idea right away

The damp noodles you called your hair fell in front of your face yet again as you tried to style them.

A groan seeped past your teeth as you pounded a hand onto the freshers counter.

The door opened with a whoosh when you stomped quickly through the havoc marauder searching for someone.

That person however was not in the cockpit as you hoped.

“Where’s Tech.” You growled at Crosshair who was the only other person in the ship.

He continued to clean as normal while you stood there before finally he acknowledged you and answered. “Dunno.”

Rolling your eyes you asked. “Well do you know where a pair of scissors are?”

“Hmm.” He though for a moment disassembling another part of his blaster. “Dunno.”

“Wow thanks Cross your so helpful.” You grumbled leaving to same way you came in with frustrated footsteps

“Anytime. Always happy to help Y/N.” He called after you. The words were drowned out as you made your way off the ship.

The light of the setting sun was bright as you squinted along the horizons in search.

The figures of Hunter and Wrecker seemed to be sparing basking in the last few hours of the day. Thankfully however your sights landed on an open tool box laying by the bottom of the ship.

Quickly grabbing them you turned and were about the make your way inside when a voice stoped you.

“You go swimming Y/N?” Wrecker asked with a laugh walking up to you. “Looking like a wet tooka don’t you think.”

An elbow to his side made his laughter quite down just a bit.

“I hope you don’t plan yo cut your hair with those.” Hunter added when his brother was finished. “Believe me it’s not gonna go well.”

Wreckers laugher started back up. “I remember that serge.” His giggles broke apart his words. “You looked so stupid with half your hair a different length and all in you face. Those long necks weren’t thrilled.”

“Thanks Wreck.” Hunter rolled his eyes before he returned them to you.

“What am I supposed to do then?” You asked with a sigh placing the scissors in Hunter’s outstretched hand. “I really like this style.”

“You know Tech would be crushed if you cut it. He worked so hard on that.” Wrecker said looking between the two of you.

“Come with me I got an idea.” You followed Hunter back into the ship like his shadow as he scanned for something.

Unsatisfied he continued to where his bunk was, pulling something from underneath he presented to you his brilliant idea.

“There you go kid. It always keeps the hair from my face.” A bandana sat in Hunters hand. The red was a little more faded then the one he currently hand on. The skull design was printed on this one as well.

You started at him for a moment before quickly pulling him into a hug. “It’s perfect Hunter! We’re gonna match and everything now!”

Hunter went stiff under your hold before adding. “Well if you’ll turn around I’ll tie it for you.”

The bangs were brushed back from your eyes and the soft material was pressed against your forehead when Hunter was making sure it was centered. Tying it securely at the back of your head you beamed up at Hunter.

“I love it!” You exclaimed running from the room to show the others. A prideful smile was painted all over Hunters features as he followed you.

“Oh ho ho would you look at that!” He heard Wrecker practically shout as he leaned against the doorframe to the cockpit.

“Now we’re gonna have to get you matching armor as well!”

You looked over at Crosshair expectantly before he glanced up and met your gaze. After a moment he said. “Now everyone’s gonna know you’re with us when you cause a problem.”

You watched him continue to cleaning while laughing “Guess that means that your gonna have to make sure I don’t get caught then.”

“It appears I have missed something.” Tech appeared behind Hunter silently when he entered the ship. He carried many bags full of all different kinds of supplies.

Turning around and taking a bag from his brother Hunter said. “Ehh nothing much.”

You shook your head smiling to your self as you also took another bag from Tech.

“I like the headband.” Tech added when you were face to face.

You smiled again looking up to Tech. “Why thank you.” You dipped your head slightly. “I also heard about when Hunter cut his hair when you were cadets and I was wonder-“

“I’ll show you plenty of pictures in a moment after this stuff his organized.” He nodded his head knowingly shuffling passed you.

That was definitely going to be something to see

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laney-rockin · 8 months

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I am like 110% certain that James T. Kirk is afraid of aging.

I'm reading the novel the Pandora Principle and while it is Spock and Saavik centric the moments between Kirk and Spock (and the rest) are interesting.

He gets frustrated when he forgets that things that had to be manual have changed since when he first captained the Enterprise. He becomes angry and frustrated at the fact Starfleet Admiralty wants him "back behind a desk"

That is 100% not the behaviour of a man content with living his life and aging with it. He seems to be a bit frustrated with the concept of aging and the world moving forward and trying to string him along.

Cause he's content with captaining the Enterprise for as long as he can but can't since he's getting older and Starfleet only gave him back his ship was cause he was the only solution to a problem.

Anyways! I just realized that Kirk hates the concept of getting older. Also the fact he forgets that modern tech exists and does a fair bit of the work he had to when he was younger is quite funny.

#star trek #jim kirk #star trek tos #tos star trek #tos kirk #the pandora principle #star trek novels #these novels are so fun #i love them all #and the character bits i can learn are just amazing #like i learned Saavik is half-romulan. i didn't even think about that possibility #anyways! toodles y'all! i am tired and I probably don't make sense lmao

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foxfinches · 11 months

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Do you think you could possibly summarise what was said in the Clark Stacey interview if you don't mind? I'm struggling to follow and understand it without subtitles sadly

NO SAME. listening to the ajc segment (especially the latter half) was super difficult with the loud music overlaying it and the instagram video player not having a rewind feature. so.... i sat down and transcribed it! there might be some "uh's" and "um's" i missed near the end, but it should be mostly accurate to everything he said. read it below the cut!

I'm Clark Stacey, I'm the, uh, ceo of Wildworks, and, uh, I'm, uh… Gosh, what would my relationship t- to Animal Jam be? Uh, benevolent overlord? I guess? Maybe? Do people have questions about Classic? Really? [laughs] I saw your thread, and it's seemed like classic players are uh- are very active and have a lot that they want to know. Um, well let me- let me cover a couple of things, I think the last time that you and I talked, we talked about some of the difficulties with adding content to classic and… Just the way It's put together. But, very quickly for those who are- are not familiar, um, uh- Classic was a browser-based flash game, uh, flash is no longer supported by browsers, and is generally frowned upon by the big tech companies out there. So the only way to continue running Classic on your desktop computer, is to put it in this software wrapper called Electron, and Electron basically, uh, contains a mini web browser in it, and it runs… Animal Jam in a contained web browser environment on your computer. Uh, it- it kind of slows some of the performance down, it's not a great solution, but it's uh, it enables um, us to continue playing it. It-it compounds the difficulty of putting new stuff in Classic, because for… For flash games, and the way that we made Classic, was we would take 3D models of animals, and characters, and then we would render out 2D animation frames, um, and the reason that we did that, because flash is a 2D uh, animation program, but uh- The reason we did that is because we can create this kind of cool 3D look to the characters, um, but then have them- have our software spit out uh, 2D frames. So that means that for every item… Thousands upon thousands of items that is in Animal Jam, every hat or scarf or anything else, it has been… Placed and situated on every animal in the game, and frames have been rendered out for the animation of that animal, with that scarf, in that color, uh, for every single item in the game.

It means if there are hundreds of thousands of frames of animation, and going and adding things, or changing anything, is just a super labor intensive process. Now that- that's not to say new content can't be added, I think that more explains the- the difficulty or challenge in bringing AJ classic to a new platform, like WEBGL. And… Y'know, recreating i-it as a browser based game. Um, because… Essentially, all of that… Work, would have to be redone, rerendered, uhh, to be optimized for- for that platform. Um, and that's a massive undertaking. Um, now t-the possibility of us undertaking that massive thing, uh, went up considerably when were acquired by Nazara last uh, what's August, September? Um, because one of the benefits of being part of the Nazara network, is y'know, they have a tremendous resources with uh, uhh, with animators and artists, um based in India and abroad, and they can bring to bear um, y'know, an army that we can't. We're um, we're a much smaller company, and uh, maintaining just what we're doing is uh, kinda keeps our dance card pretty full. Um, so… Taking… Creating the Animal Jam experience that uhhh, is drawn heavily from Classic, may not be a direct port of everything in Classic, but does extend uh, the Classic experience, is on the Wildworks roadmap, there is WEBGL research that we're doing that's ongoing there, uh, I have played level demos of Animal… Animal Jam y'know, the… What you would recognize as kinda a- Y'know, Jamaa Township and some core areas in Animal Jam, running in WEBGL, and it's awesome. Um, that, the- still a long, long way away from uh, from a product that we can put out. Uh, but it is um, y'know, it's not something that we've taken our eyes off of, we're certainly… Y'know, our commitment to Classic itself has not changed. Um, and I will say… That uhhh, there is… Something pretty exciting and new coming to Classic very soon, um, I think that it will be a…. Uh, a blast from the past, for uh, for some of our older Classic players, but, uh, but kind of remade for- for this generation. And I'm- I'm excited for people t- to see it and start talking about it. I think they'd be pretty psyched.

20 questions in your Instagram thread about Classic, so that's… That's basically everything I know, you now know everything I know, and it's perfectly safe, it's not going anywhere, uh, there's some technical housekeeping thats probably overdue there, uh, particularly rebuilding the installer, which bugs me every time I look at it. Uh, but it- no, we're not, we're not taking it down, it's not going anywhere.

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#animal jam #jamblr #wildworks #asks

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raitnrong · 1 year

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ive been so tempted to make my own geeta post ever since ive written down this one response on an analysis on her. i've actually come to make my own conclusions abt her character while making and it's making me go '???' at all the apparent hate on her.

genuinely i rly do just want to know what piece i've missed abt her dialogue that's gotten the ppl against her buzzing

i in fact do think that geeta is a great top champion! she conducts check-ins w the gyms, has gotten herself involved in the proceedings of the school (a great thing to have done as a top champion btw, recognizing it's important to be updated and engaged in paldea's new generation), and takes her role as the top champion very seriously! (so srs that she's caught onto nemona's need to be able to battle at her fullest when she'd had her exam)

she may have had her flaws like being meddlesome n a bit careless at times (like sending the player to larry w/o a head-up on his part|| a lot of ppl hate this, however this could be construed like she trusts larry to be able to handle such matters instead. depending on ur outlook)

but overall she looks like she does her job w grace. n everyone is flawed?? tho yes it's not an excuse when it comes to having responsibilities as big as hers, but even in a professional light she's not so egregious as to receive the amount distrust she has

a lot of ppl in game hold her in high esteem-- larry is snappy at her yes but why the hell is that suddenly made to define her character? "oh, larry has something going on w geeta n that is but a seed as to why she's fishy as hell!" like??

im p sure larry doesnt even hate her guts! like yes there's dislike there but is larry rly full of loathing so as to have to constantly 'go against the world' bc of his job n his boss? yes his dialogue abt normal types n ppl expecting flashy things were remarkable. but in the context of pokemon? as if id actually believe that!!

(normal types have their own strengths, they're not run-of-the-mill. they don't shine just because "they don't shine". normal pokemon are awesome for being normal pokemon period! it's a type like any other is. not to say his philosophy abt liking a pokemon is any less valid! gym leaders find their types due to many motivations)

anyway getting off topic hahah, larry could just be grumpy in general. so where does ppl get the idea that it makes geeta evil...

is it the design huh. look deep in urself and be honest ,':T

one point btw on how geeta is in fact clever and heartful (that shes not some power-crazed harpy and but is simply engaged in her work) is this point i made abt geeta's decisions with penny.

now if u recall, penny hacked the league in order to be able to reward the player for putting up w cassiopeia's operations

when she told clavell, he said it was out of his jurisdiction n that the decision was to rest on geeta.

and what did geeta do?

she CHOSE to be lenient w penny by instead having her work off her debt to the league by having her improve their cyber networks.

a hobby that penny already does and likes btw! she could have been further expelled or sent off like last time, but instead, geeta's choice was to allow penny the chance to face the consequences of her actions by having penny use her talents as she'd recognized it. geeta didn't see an opportunity for punishment but instead she chose growth.

for her, it'd come to light that they now had two problems: a child facing massive trouble for what is the equivalent of govt.theft and the league's shoddy security. and then she sought a solution that solves both in the most holistic and frickin' effective way possible! wow! it's insane!

she's not taking advantage of penny, it was her intervention of helping her >:T

im sure even penny appreciated her penalty bc she's mature enough to recognize what she's done wrong, does have knack for tech, and she knows she's helping paldea in return w her IT direction (and she's a good kid!)

--hc timee: now imagine nemona and penny bonding over their admiration for la primera as her helpers pls :))--

i would love to hear the points against her other than hcs tho! i may have missed something from the game bc rly i was more tuned to the trio's arcs (esp nemo's) rather than the adults' characters (except for clavell)

but srsly y would ppl hope that there's an agenda ruining scarvi's experience w paldea. tho yes leaders r in the risk of turning corrupt, the fact that there'a no direct text on pkmn is already a testament as geeta's quite clean now.

#pokemon #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon geeta #pokemon penny #pokemon nemona #pokemon larry #n yes yes absolute power corrupts absolutely but gen 8 is done both in the anime n games #and is leon proven to be a twist villain?#what abt diantha? cynthia?#would most of u make agree they're actively antagonistic?#but its pkmn :) pkmn characters r as plain as they get. if the wanted geeta evil u best bet she will be made evil #anyway ofc hcs are hcs but im putting myself out here as analysis and not an hc btw ;)#geeta propaganda okay. geeta n larry r friends :)) i love their bickering dynamic. larry talks abt her a lot lol

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zoeykallus · 1 year

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Hi! Hope you are having a wonderfull day . I really love your work and had an idea that maybe you could turn into one of your wonderfull hc, but only if it´s okay with you.

The thing is I have only see fanfics or hc with tbb in a romantic or spicy way (which I don´t mind, I love it and I´m very grateful for all the writers) but I want to request, if you like the idea, how would be to be friends with the bad batch (Omega too), without romantic feelings at all, just very good friends.

Thanks for reading me and for your work!

Aloha! Thank you so much! Indeed, there is a lot of spicy stuff going around. I won't lie and say I don't like it. I do enjoy writing and reading it myself from time to time. But I really like this request of yours, and I'm really curious to dive into this! :))

The Bad Batch x Friend!Reader HC's - Loyal Friends

Hunter

Reliable and helpful. If you have acquired his friendship, then you have a very dedicated, supportive friend with whom you can talk about anything, but also just sit next to each other in silence. He is the type of friend who always has an extra beer with him when he comes over, who hates your enemies as passionately as you do. Borrow credits? No problem, if he has any, he'll lend them to you when you need them.

He is not the kind for empty promises, if you have a problem, he will always look for a real, possible solution for you. He's that guy you can go fishing or camping with and spend some relaxed, quiet time. Real friends are part of the family for him, so you can count on always having some kind of home with him in case of emergency.

Echo

He is the type of friend who always knows when something is wrong with you and can look at you so penetratingly that you automatically confess to him when you are feeling low. Echo cares very warmly, deeply and passionately about his friends. If you are his friend, it is a privilege and a duty for him. He would never abandon you.

Echo is the kind of friend that replaces the voice of reason for you when you can no longer find your own. He keeps you grounded, so you don't get arrogant, and he pulls you to your feet when you sell yourself short. He believes in justice and decency through and through, and in that sense, he will always be happy to be your shield when someone wants to take either of those things away from you.

Plus, he knows the most awful dad jokes, and no matter how bad they are, you'll always laugh at them together until you're in tears.

Wrecker

He knows how to spread good humor. Somehow, he has the talent to build you up again, no matter how deep you may have fallen before. Wrecker is the party friend with whom you can spontaneously go out and celebrate. But you can also sit comfortably in front of the holoprojector, order pizzas and spend a relaxed evening with open conversations and Jedi jokes.

Wrecker is the kind of friend who is always there to watch your back, who defends you with fiery zeal and speaks highly of you. When he gets involved with someone as a friend it means a lot to him, you are now family and as such you always have a special place in his heart. He will always come to your rescue if needed.

Tech

He is that one friend who always has everything in view, even when total chaos erupts around you. Tech almost always has a solution for almost everything and is the calm pole in your friendly relationship. When you're at your wits end, he's already calculating a solution to your problem.

Tech is the nerdy, socially oddball type that few really understand and appreciate. So if you're one of those people, consider yourself lucky. Tech is very loyal and helpful. Although he likes to talk a lot, he's also very good at listening to what's on your mind and soul, you just have to ask him to.

He is that one friend, who can fix anything. Holopad broken? No problem, Tech will fix it in no time. If you are really his friend, and he trusts you, he is very happy to share his thoughts with you, so get ready to learn a lot of new things.

Crosshair

If you succeeded in having him as a friend, congratulations, I know it was hard to earn his trust. However, it is worth the effort because now you have a grumpy but very loyal friend.

Crosshair is very picky, skeptical and careful when it comes to choosing his inner circle. If you are part of it now, you can assume that he would risk life and limb to defend you. He is the quiet, smart friend who listens attentively and hates your enemies passionately, because they are automatically his as well.

It may not seem like it to the outside world, but in fact Crosshair is very empathetic and compassionate, it's just that he lets very few people in on that side of him. You are one of those people now. Be careful, you hopefully appreciate that, should you betray his trust, a friend in this case can become an archenemy. He is very unforgiving when it comes to that. He can really hold a grudge for a very long time.

Omega

The best listener and a gentle, caring soul. Omega is the kind of friend who is up for any fun, loves to go on any adventure with you, but also worries about you the most.

She brings you soup when you're sick, reads you stories, and distract you from unpleasant symptoms.

Curious and adventurous, she'll join in almost any fun as long as you don't seriously harm anyone.

Omega is one of those who make you feel completely confident and capable of anything. She has a talent for encouraging and motivating you, whatever may come your way. She is the creative friend with whom you can enjoy or make art and discover new places.

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wolverina2002 · 9 months

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"You´re not my brother" - "No, the asshole just wore my face"

Crosshair is not the brother Hunter remembers from their short time together. Crosshair would say Hunter only ever met a mask named CT-9904. Reconnecting is hard, but they try.

Tags Crosshair & Hunter | Crosshair & Tech (mentioned) | Crosshair & Wrecker (mentioned)

Crosshair | Hunter

Crosshair is not the brother Hunter remembers.

Not that there´s much to remember, if Hunter is honest with himself. A few months they spend together, at most. Three months? Maybe. Not much time.

And yet, Hunter thinks, enough time to get to know somebody.

Enough to know that they´re changed, now, four months after a desastrous fight Hunter only realized much later was the last drop in the barrel.

"You´re one of us now, not one of Them."

"Maybe I want to be."

Three months. Two on Kamino, one at war. Enough to know a person?

Hunter isn´t sure anymore.

The Crosshair Hunter remembers is stiff, rigid spine clenched jaw permanent frown stiff. Not a muscle twitching, not a stray hair out of place.

The Crosshair in front of him is not slouching, but relaxed, shoulders devoid of tension, a slight smile on lips no longer pressed thin with strain. Toothpick between his teeth.

Somewhere, someone shrieks. Might be Torrent´s batshit crazy togruta tagalong. Might be local wildlife. Hunter´s head snaps up, body tense, coiled to spring into action.

Crosshair doesn´t even flinch. Doesn´t dignify the jowled protest of a reg, cut off by the soft forest floor colliding with their face, with a single glance. Just dumps more cleaning solution onto a rag and reaches for another part of the rifle on the tarp in front of him.

A piece of familiarity, almost. Crosshair spending hours cleaning a weapon, taking it apart and putting it back together. The smile is that of a stranger, to Hunter.

The Crosshair he remembers is a man with a mask like face. Impassive, blank, unreadable. Wrecker earned a grimace, or a raised eyebrow sometimes. Tech might get an indulgent smile that never reached his eyes, eyes sharp as shattered glass and burning ember. Hunter himself earns a disdained sneer if he´s lucky.

A smile flashes over Crosshair´s face. An eyeroll, fond or Hunter will eat his helmet. Not even micrexpressions, but out in the open, carefree, easy. A hand run over short, tussled hair.

Four months, Hunter thinks. I should know you. And yet all I see is a stranger.

A stranger wearing lower armor in charcoal-black like the Batch, but with bold deep blue instead of red. Navy-sea-sky-summer-blue. Torrent blue.

A stranger wearing sleeveless blacks, revealing the multicolored, intricate tattoo covering his left arm, wrist to shoulder. Last time Hunter has seen it, it only went up to his elbow.

"Traditional mandalorian art style", Tech said when he saw it. "Although not done the traditional mandalorian way. Meant to spiritualy provide support and strenghen a permanently injured limb."

An injury caused by Crosshair being handed a fully powered sniper rifle way too early. Colorfull rings frame Crosshair´s wrist, ellbow, shoulder, runes and intertwining lines between them. Crosshair never told them what the colors mean, or where he got the ink done.

Well, he never told Hunter. Tech might know, close as they are.

Three months, since they´ve last seen each other. Three months have made a stranger out of Hunter´s taciturn squadmate.

And yet, Crosshair tolerates him. Even sought him out to settle down next to him, in the sun, to clean the arsenal of weapons stored in his pack.

Another difference. The Crosshair Hunter thought he knew scoffed at Wrecker when he asked Crosshair to help him with his weapons, and followed up with snide comments.

"You gonna do something about that?"

Hunter glances down at the decee, half taken apart on a tarp in front of him, long abandoned in favor of trying to piece together the puzzle that is the man in front of him.

"You´re not a reg, Crosshair! You´re one of us!"

"I never was anything but a reg and I´m done lying to myself!"

Crosshair meets his eyes, now. Steady, bright, clear. No pain, no rage, no bitterness, no darkness deep enough to swallow Hunter whole. Only Tech knows the reason Crosshair takes medication. Hunter asked once and got a brawl for it. He hopes it´s the medication that´s making Crosshair look more like a person and less like a vengefull wraith.

Because if it wasn´t sickness, it´s the team that was the problem. And Hunter isn´t sure how to handle that.

(He knows it wasn´t the team, per se. Crosshair wrangled with Wrecker cheerfully enough and adored Tech. Hunter was the problem, although Hunter isn´t sure what he did.)

(That´s a lie. He knows, but he can´t put it into words. The regs. Crosshair´s health. Their last fight.)

"It´s either us or them, Crosshair. You can´t have both."

"I really hope I´ll be there when you find out what you just said, Sergeant Hunter."

"Hunter?"

"You´re not my brother."

It slips out, escapes unbidden, puts voice to the coiled, confused thing in Hunter´s chest. He flinches, ducks his head, waits for the strike. Knowing Crosshair, it´ll be deadly.

It doesn´t come. Hunter looks up, finds Crosshair´s eyes. Steady, so steady.

"No, the asshole just wore my face."

Hunter has heard that joke before, from countless regs just at the edge of his hearing. It´s old, so old, and worn out. He doesn´t laugh, feeling like he´s looking through a window at another world. Crosshair smirks, an easy thing. Tech used to be the only one able to coax that out of him. Hunter shouldn´t miss those times, not when Crosshair was in so much pain.

Pain Hunter only sees now, when it´s gone from the sniper´s spine, shoulders and face and he´s smiling like a man actually comfortable in his skin, white splotches, purple strechmarks, tattoos and all. Hunter´s jealous, a little.

"You weren´t happy", he says softly, talking to his neglected blaster rather than Crosshair. "I just ... I never figured out what I did wrong."

Even with his eyes averted, he knows Crosshair´s eyes never leave him. That, at least, didn´t change. Crosshair´s focus is all-encompassing and impossible to escape. It used to make Hunter´s skin crawl.

Somewhere, Wrecker laughs over the shouts of Torrent playing some weird game of chase. Crosshair´s gaze doesn´t budge.

"You really want an answer to that?"

Steady, calm, measured. No sneer, no sarcasm. Officer tones, for all that Crosshair wears the rank of private with a weird sort of pride. Hunter wonders who taught him that.

"Please. I ... I´m scared I´ll repeat my mistake."

Crosshair had somewhere to go when Hunter messed up. Had a whole squad of ARCs willing to throw down for him. Wrecker and Tech don´t have that.

"Stop listening to Nala Se."

Hunter´s head snaps up, staring at Crosshair. The sniper´s steady gaze refuses to waver.

"What does she have to do with anything?"

"All that talk about you three being superior to the regs. Special. Flawless. That´s bullshit, Hunter."

"It´s not."

It comes out on instinct, automatic. A truth Hunter clings to. Crosshair shakes his head, puts down the pipe cleaner and the small rifle part and with one swift move pulls his shirt over his head.

There´s new ink on his chest, a strill in the unique geometric style of mandalorian tattoos curled up over his heart, in deep blue and light green and cinnamon brown and pale yellow. Hunter is surprised to see that it´s tail is done in dark red. Batch red. Their red. It´s important, in a way Hunter can´t fully grasp.

"Look at me", Crosshair says softly. "And ignore the ink for a moment."

His tone is steady, coaxing. The tone he used when teaching Wrecker a basic card game and Tech how to card count. Hunter looks.

The white splotches haven´t grown, but they´re more noticable now. Crosshair has a slight tan, the strechmarks have faded and he´s put on weight and muscle.

"I´m not perfect. I´m too tall, I have a genetic predisposition for anxiety and vitiligo, not to talk about my whole batch being defective in one way or the other."

He meets Hunter´s eyes, straight on, serious. Sniper´s eyes, sharp and impossible to escape, impossible to avoid.

"I´m the best sniper in this entire army. The best Vhonte Tervho has ever seen. And the only reason I ever lived longer than two hours past decanting is that Nala Se thought I´d be more interesting to study alive than dead. If I hadn´t gone to see a medic at the time I did I´d be blind by now. I´m a reg, by your own definition of not having been enhanced deliberatly, bred in a standard tube on a standard CC template, and I could wipe the floor with all three of you. I know several ARCs who could do the same, no enhancements needed."

Hunter. Hunter needs to breathe. Breathe, and then focus. Slowly, he pieces together what Crosshair just said. The vibrant, calm, steady sniper in front of him ... dead but for something as simple as splotches on his skin.

"My abilities happend entirely by accident due to the genetic melting pot that is Manda'yaim, and you want to tell me things like your senses, Wrecker´s strengh or Tech´s smarts can´t happen too? The only difference between you guys and mutated regs is that you have the privilege of not getting any drawbacks."

"Wait", Hunter croaks out, overwhelmed. "We don´t ... there are drawbacks."

It rushes out of him like it wants to run, and shame follows on the words like a familiar friend. Crosshair looks at him, steady, unwavering.

"Then what´s the difference?"

Hunter ... Hunter´s sure there is one. There has to be, right?

But does it matter if there is or isn´t a difference? Crosshair isn´t Tech, for all that they always seemed the closest. This isn´t about definitions and technicalities. But about what then?

Once, Hunter would´ve known. Or thought he knew.

"Does it matter?"

It´s a whisper, a question never dared to be uttered anywhere near the white halls and dark rooms of Kamino. Hunter almost expects it to echo in their small secluded clearing, loud and damning.

But the only thing that echoes is Crosshair´s laughter, small but bright and so, so full of life.

"No!", he barks, eyes dancing with light.

It doesn´t matter. Not when whatever Hunter just breathed into existance, what he´s just beginning to grasp, makes Crosshair laugh like that. Makes him sound alive.

They fall silent. Birds twitter in the trees. Torrent cheers and laughs in the distance. Hunter lets the silence linger, lets it sit between them, there but comfortable. That´s new too, silence never used to be comfortable between them.

"I´m sorry", Hunter finally says, carefully choosing his words. "That I didn´t know how to be a good Sergeant to you. Or a good brother either. I ... I still don´t know how to be either of those things."

He´s talking to the parts of his blaster again, unable to look at Crosshair. Suddenly, familiar slender fingers appear in his field of vision, finish taking apart his DC-17m in seconds. He glances up.

Crosshair´s eyes are sharp, like a knife´s blade instead of shards of glass. His face is all determination and something Hunter can´t parse, not yet.

Maybe he will, one day.

"Help me finish cleaning these guns", Crosshair says, a faint spark of something in his voice. "And then I´ll introduce you to a few people who helped me figure out how to be a functional human being."

A smirk, a taunting head tilt.

"Who knows, they might repeat the miracle. Insane enough to try."

The laugh is punched out of Hunter´s chest and a lot more watery than he´d like, but he smiles and gets to work.

He´s still not sure what exactly is wrong, still can´t put words to all the things that are different now and that he doesn´t understand, still isn´t sure what exactly he said that day, but ... Crosshair is no longer a distant stranger.

Hunter feels like he might be able to get to know this brother, now. Figure out who Crosshair really is, and who they can be, outside of Kamino.

Clone Force 99´s Sergeant and Torrent´s ARC sniper.

It´s not going to be easy, but then again, nothing ever is.

#fanfiction #crosshair #hunter tbb #emotions

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religion-is-a-mental-illness · 4 months

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By: Sarah Rumpf-Whitten

Published: Dec 28, 2023

Tech giants, like Google and Meta, have slashed diversity, equity and inclusion (DEI) programs in 2023 despite their commitments following the 2020 Black Lives Matter protests and riots.

According to data provided by job site Indeed, cited by CNBC, DEI-related job postings in 2023 have declined 44%.

In November 2023, the last full month for which data was available, DEI job postings dropped 23% year over year.

Layoffs at Google and Meta also included employees who held leadership roles in Black employee resource groups (ERGs), CNBC said.

Devika Brij, CEO of Brij the Gap Consulting, which works with tech companies’ DEI efforts, told CNBC that some companies have cut nearly 90% of their DEI budget by midyear 2023.

“When George Floyd began to become the topic of conversations, companies and executives doubled down on their commitments and here we are only a couple years later, and folks are looking for opportunities to cut those teams,” Brij said.

Melinda Briana Epler, the founder and CEO of Empovia, said that the cuts in DEI in 2023 were “stark” compared to previous years.

“Whenever there is an economic downturn in tech, some of the first budgets that are cut are in DEI, but I don’t think we’ve seen such stark contrast as this year,” Epler told CNBC.

The layoffs come just three years following the boom in DEI initiatives that came during the Black Lives Matter protests and riots.

At this time, tech companies made a commitment to the promotion of diversity and inclusion in the workplace.

In a June 2020 letter to Google employees, CEO Sundar Pichai vocally committed to improving support for Black workers.

“The events of the past few weeks reflect deep structural challenges,” Pichai wrote. “We’ll work closely with our Black community to develop initiatives and product ideas that support long-term solutions- and we’ll keep you updated.”

In a similar June 2020 letter to Meta employees, COO Sheryl Sandberg committed to having 30% more people of color, including 30% more Black people in leadership by 2025.

“Achieving racial justice and equity is a goal all of us share – and a goal that will take real work to achieve,” Sandberg wrote.

In a statement to Fox News Digital, a Meta spokesperson said that the tech giant remains committed to their DEI initiatives.

“Our commitment to DEI remains at the center of who we are as a company,” a Meta spokesperson said. “We continue to intentionally design equitable and fair practices to drive progress across our people, product, policy and partnerships pillars.”

In a statement to Fox News Digital, an Amazon spokesperson echoed Meta’s sentiments and said that their “DEI priorities have not changed.”

“Our DEI priorities have not changed, and we remain committed to building a more inclusive and diverse Amazon,” Margaret Callahan, a spokesperson for Amazon, said.

In a statement, Google said that their “workforce reductions” were to “sharpen” their focus.

“Our workforce reductions and company-wide efforts to sharpen our focus span the breadth of our business,” a Google spokesperson said in a statement to Fox News Digital.

“To be absolutely clear, our commitment to this work has not changed and we invested in many new programs and partnerships this year,” the Google spokesperson said.

Big Tech Layoffs in 2023

Several tech giants have tightened their workforce in 2023 after over-hiring during the COVID-19 pandemic.

Meta, Microsoft Corp., Amazon and Google-parent Alphabet Inc. have also cut thousands of jobs throughout the year.

Meta, the parent of Facebook, Instagram, and WhatsApp, cut over 10,000 jobs in May 2023.

“As I’ve talked about efficiency this year, I’ve said that part of our work will involve removing jobs — and that will be in service of both building a leaner, more technical company and improving our business performance to enable our long-term vision,” Meta CEO Mark Zuckerberg said.

Microsoft announced in Jan. 2023 that it would cut 10,000 positions.

The move, which took place at the end of the third quarter, was “in response to macroeconomic conditions and changing customer priorities,” according to a filing with the Securities and Exchange Commission (SEC).

Amazon said in early January that it would lay off more than 18,000 employees in what would be its largest workforce reduction to date.

Google parent company Alphabet Inc. announced that it cut 12,000 jobs to weather the current economy.

Google CEO Pichai said the cuts affected teams globally, including recruiting and some corporate functions as well as some engineering and products teams.

Expect DEI to become "that which shall not be named" during 2024.

Good news for the downturn in DEI nonsense, not so good for the actual productive tech side of it, although many of these companies are bloated and often wasting time on peripheral crap anyway. e.g. Twitter 1.0 focused on policing pronouns rather than removing child porn.

One troubling issue is that DEI cultists have their eye on AI. Reports of DEI downturn have been floating around in the last couple of days, but a few of them mention that DEI apparatchiks are adamant about needing to be part of the development of AI, to make sure the AI models comply with their fundamentalist religion. The same kind we've seen from Harvard, which lies, gaslights and calls people names.

Imagine Xians saying that they need to be included in the development of AI, to make sure it's infused with Xian values and biblical scripture, and you'll understand why an AI infused with intersectionality, "other ways of knowing," and hiring for diversity optics rather than merit (see: Claudine Gay) is such a concern.

Keep in mind also that many of these organizations tout their DEI bona fides in order to cover for their own larger sins. Such as Disney working with and thanking the Uyghur concentration camps in the credits for the live-action Mulan.

For such companies, DEI was always a relationship of convenience, providing cover - "wokescreen" (or "woke washing") - for their darker secrets, and DEI parasites were happy to suck millions of dollars out of them for their snakeoil. But DEI is no longer financially or politically convenient, and the "reckoning" that activists manufactured is over and done.

#DEI #DEI bureaucracy #diversity equity and inclusion #diversity #equity #inclusion #DEI must die #DEI apparatchiks #diversity hire #virtue signaling #virtue signal #virtue signalling #religion is a mental illness

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apocalyp-tech-a · 1 year

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Hello there... I am Aelfwynn on Ao3. I write mostly Tech-centric and Bad Batch fan fiction. I also make amateur art/memes, links below the cut if you’re so obliged. :) -Photo from Hunt for Red October when he says: “You’ve lost another submarine?” Lol, what I think of because I keep writing Tech series. 🙃

WRITING on AO3 as Aelfwynn:

An Unusual Alliance - M - Slowburn between Tech and Female OC Layna, Imperial atrocities and the birth of the Rebellion in the background (Andor vibes). Some additional awesome OCs and some canon guest appearances. Angsty, heartfelt, and humorous. Certified Bingeworthy! [64/64] AUA Art: Layna Xenton Imperial OC Sheet Tech petting a baby goat Grenth and Hallee Dovok and Tyka Telda and Numi

Apocalyptech - G - Ten years after Order 66, Tech has watched his entire world crumble. He searches desperately for something to live for. Certified to make you cry! [11/?]

Interview With A Clonetrooper - G - Tech is interviewed by a historian after the fall of the Empire to tell the history of the clones that they deserve to be remembered for. Guest clone appearances and more! [2/?]

Observations and Analysis in the Galactic Empire - G - Tech’s inhibitor chip activates instead of Crosshair’s and to process the events before and after, he decides to record his observations in a personal journal. [7/?]

Tech or Treat - A Bad Batch Halloween Special - G - The Bad Batch celebrate Halloween and have some fun and spooky shenanigans. [1/1]

WHAT IF? SERIES:

Activated Mind - G - What If Tech’s chip activates on Bracca? [6/6]

Technically in the Crosshairs - G - What If Tech’s chip activates on Bracca and he joins Crosshair in the Empire? A battle for superiority ensues with a bit of a twist and a lot of mudslinging. [3/?]

Mayday, Mayday - G - What if Mayday survived? [2/?]

Unfinished Business - G - Tech and Phee have one last chat. [2/?]

TECH-OLOGY - Volume I - G - (Short story collection)[12/12]:

Fare Thee Well, Crosshair - Thoughts on Kamino’s secret platform.

T-Ech-o Taungsday - Cafeteria food fight shenanigans.

A Regular Meadow - Contemplation of the war.

Now TECH is Podracing! - Tech enters a podrace.

An Interview With a Clonetrooper - Tech is interviewed by a historian.

It’s Always Tech o’Clock Somewhere - 79s shenanigans.

Tech-I Mind Trick - The BB learns about Jedi.

Refresher My Memory - Toilet shopping!!! No, seriously!

Just Deserters - Contemplation of desertion from the GAR.

Cross My Hair and Hope to Die - Crosshair haunts Tech.

Home is Where the Squad is - The BB relax in their barracks.

Teching Around the Life Day Tree - Life Day celebration.

TECH-OLOGY - Volume II - G - (Short story collection cont’d)[12/12]:

Tech-tonic Rift - Cid persuades Tech and Echo about Serenno.

WHERE’S OMEGA!?!? - Omega wanders off...again.

Phee-no-Tech-ic - Tech learns something about Phee Genoa.

Cu Next Taungsday - Tech & Wrecker get a bad copper coupling.

Sacrifice and Serendipity - Tech calculates the survival of his sacrifice.

Hunting For a Solution - Tech and Hunter discuss the squad’s future.

A Gaggle of Goggles - Tech teams up with Hondo Ohnaka.

Caught in the Crossfire - Tech convinces Crosshair to escape Tantiss.

Doppel-Huyanger - Tech repairs Huyang.

The Clanking - Tech faces a great fear. The Raven inspired.

Purrgiltory - Tech and Omega end up in a purrgil pod.

A Life Day Gift - Tech and Phee exchange Life Day gifts.

READERS on ao3 as Techpopstar: Command and Respect - M - Imperial Tech does not like you, or does he? [26/26] Force and Sensitivity - M - You are a Jedi and have a bond with Tech [23/?] Somewhere Over the Rainbow - G -You take Tech to a Museum. The Bad Batch Exchange 2024 [1/1]

ARTWORK AND MEMES BELOW THE CUT! 💜 ☕

ARTWORK / CRAFTS ON TUMBLR/Ao3:

Techles tooka doll from An Unusual Alliance Tech and a tooka cat Garfield style Tech and his podracer from Tech-ology story Imperial Tech complete with cap 79s Graffiti by Tech from Tech-ology story Imperial Tech and Crosshair Tech playing Limmie (a soccer/football like sport) Echo Scissorhands and Omega Tooka Topiary Clone Force 99 Jack O’ Lantern Crosshair and AmberOwl24′s OC Luvari Ulren Tech making a PB&J for Omega Tech dapper and undercover fixing cufflinks B2EMO & Pit Droid Pickle Tech Crudites Crosshair The Hutt Batch Deviled Echo Phee holding Tech’s goggles Tudor Tech Tech and Phee Genoa as Moon-yos Cloudy With a Chance of Tech Black and white Tech sketch portrait Tech Chiss Grand Admiral Thrawn style Tech Vampire edit Tech and Phee and Crosshair’s reaction Tech and Phee and Crosshair and Wrecker Holiday style Gonky and AZI holiday song Crosshair as ‘Pickhead Hellraiser style

MEMES:

Tech Snoring Tech Twister Champion Tech and Hondo Ohnaka Goggles idea Stefan and Milk! Uncle Owen and Tech Oh, hi Tech. Anakin Attack of the Pornbots Spaceballs “Tech, please!” Gamorrean clown with Tech is Alive sign Bad Batch Fandom Woes Tech’s Alive Young Frankenstein style Omega Part of a Plan Starlord GotG Tech Falling for 180 Rotations Loki style Tech Mostly Dead Princess Bride

Happy to chit chat about Star Wars/Tech/Bad Batch or answer questions about my art or writing if you want to message/ask. Please do not feed my stuff to ai or whatever that’s all about.

Thank you so much for taking a gander and reading!!! 💜💜💜 ☕

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