#and those goggles—they're just treated like eyes

[deathofafoureyedferret]

My Crush

WARNING: Really fluffy, that's it.

Ship: TMNT Boys (Bayverse) x Reader (I plan on doing the other versions of them with this too)

Pronouns: They/Them

Summary: This is if their S/O told them they have an active crush on them after being together for a while already.

Leonardo:

Leo thinks it's funny. You two are just lounging around after he went on patrol, he likes to relax with you as you guys do your own thing together. He’s reading a book and your on your phone, the two of you just there enjoying each other’s company. He's at peace within the silence, and that's when you say it, it's out of nowhere. Nothing would have brought it up, but you said it anyways. "Leo, I think I have a crush on you." He's confused at first. "Thank you?" Then he laughs. "Oh my god, that's so dumb." He so embarrassed and flustered that he can't even look at you so he buries his face in his book. He'd just keep laughing and telling you how dumb and cute you are. When he calms down he'll smiles and say, "Wow, really? I would have never known." "Really? I thought I was making it obvious. After all the times I've kissed you, did you think those were just out of friendship?"

The more you talk the more he will keep laughing. Ask him if he wants to go out sometime. He'll play along and say, "I don't know, I'm already with someone and I don't think they'd want to share." He’ll smile and cup you face, kissing you between every punctuation. "They treat me good, and they're beautiful, and I think I'm lucky to have them. So I'm going to have to decline the offer."

Wow, imagine being rejected by your crush after already dating them, that must be rough.

Raphael:

Raph get super flustered, it reminds him of before you guys were a thing. He's doing something normal like working out and your with him to watch. He's doing push ups and he has you sitting on top of his shell as extra weight and he's completely in the zone. "Raph, have I ever told you how cool I think you are?" He laughs and takes the complement. "Yeah, you might have mentioned it once or twice. What about me do you think is cool?" He knows the answer, but he likes to hear you say it out loud. "Your strong, you do incredible things like it's nothing. Every time you do something it make my fat crush on you even worse." That's when his hand slips and he falls on his face. Did he hear you correctly? It shouldn't be a big deal because you guys are already dating, but to hear out loud that you still have a crush on him makes him nervous, like he is still the guy who thought he didn’t have a shot with you.

You two get up off the ground and he stand before you, one hand holding yours and the other is rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "You-....you still have a crush on me?" He's doesn't have the courage to look you in the eye because he feels like you guys are confessing your feelings for each other all over again. "Of course I do!" That's what gets him, it the  nonchalant-ness to it, it's the fact that you treat it like he should have already known. He turns away and tries to play it cool as he goes to do something else, your hand is still in his and you follow him to his next task. "What? You embarrassed?" "You can't just say that shit, okay?"

For the rest of the day he's gonna be doing things to impress you, doing harder work-outs, getting things for you from high places, doing things you tell him to do, he's yours to command.  Please praise him, he'll eat that shit up.

Donatello:

He's similar to Leo, he thinks it's cute, but will make fun of you for it. He's working on the truck and would have you handing him tools as he stays underneath it. When he comes back up he's covered in oil and he has his goggles on, he looks like a sexy mechanic. He goes to pick up his bottle of water and he catches you staring. "What is it? Is there oil on my face?" "No- well yes that too, but it's not that." You just smile and keep staring. He laughs but you're making him nervous. "Yeah? Then what is it?" He asks, putting his bottle back down. His full attention is now on you and he patiently awaits your answer. You take this to your advantage and decide to play with him a little. "Okay, sit down and get ready because I have something important to tell you." With that his interest has peaked and he looks around. You're sitting in his usual chair and he knows he's too heavy to sit on his work table, so he just sits on the floor and looks up at you with curiosity. You cup his face and look deep into his eyes. "Donnie, this might come as a surprise because I've kept this secret well, but I have a huge crush on you." He doesn't say anything, he just starts to laughing, it's more of a giggle honestly. You continue as you pet his cheeks with your thumbs. "I've been meaning to tell you this for some time now. Dear maiden, I was wondering if you'd do me the honor of letting me take you on a date." He laughs harder and pushes his rolling chair as he gets up. "Sorry, but you have to ask for my father's permission by giving him three goats." He jokes. You pretend that someone has shot your heart with an arrow and clutch you chest before falling limp in the chair.

He just laughs more and goes back to what he was doing, the smile on his face seemingly unfading. "You know what, that was so stupid." "Stupid funny? Or stupid idiot?" "Stupid as in it sucks that I really want to kiss you because of how stupid you are."

Michelangelo:

He feels the same way, he’s actually the one to say it first. You guys are just hanging out one day playing video games, both of you are messing around and trying to mess up the other’s concentration so you could win. He kisses your cheek last minute as a distraction but you win anyway. You scream and cheer, and he’s beside you over exaggerating the sadness of his defeat.

“Ah! No! Why did it have to end this way?!” He falls back on his shell as if he’s given up.

“Haha! You thought you could distract me, but little did you know that your kiss only made me stronger!” You laugh maniacally and he just looks at you with this strange look of appreciation.

“Y’know what? I think this is the reason I still have a crush on you.” You pause in surprise and you see his dopey love-struck expression plastered on all over his face and you can’t help but blush.

You smile and kiss his cheek. “That’s so funny because I think I have a crush on you too.”

#tmnt #tmnt bayverse #tmnt 2014 #tmnt 2016 #TMNT x reader #tmnt bayverse x reader #tmnt 2014 x reader #tmnt 2016 x reader #tmnt leo #tmnt leonardo #tmnt leo x reader #tmnt leonardo x reader #tmnt bayverse leo x reader #tmnt bayverse leonardo x reader #tmnt 2014 leo #tmnt 2014 leonardo #tmnt 2014 leo x reader #tmnt 2014 leonardo x reader #tmnt 2016 leo #tmnt 2016 leonardo #tmnt 2016 leo x reader #tmnt 2016 leonardo x reader #tmnt raph #tmnt raphael #tmnt raphael x reader #tmnt raph x reader #tmnt bayverse raph #tmnt bayverse raphael #tmnt bayverse raph x reader #tmnt bayverse raphael x reader

[thesoftboiledegg]

Overall, Full Meta Jackrick was decent. I liked it. It's not a personal favorite, but I won't mind it when I eventually rewatch the series. I just had the same problem with this episode that I did with the previous installment, Never Ricking Morty: it's not bad, but it's just...there? Meta episodes don't go anywhere because they CAN'T go anywhere. They're just twenty minutes of "Check it out, we're characters in a TV show!"

Still, I think this episode did a decent job of leaning into the meta without ruining the show. I was a little worried that Morty would realize that he's in a TV show and the entire universe would fall apart as he and Rick deconstruct everything, and then we'd have to act like nothing happened in the next episode. Luckily, Full Meta Jackrick didn't push the show's boundaries too far.

But yeah, I thought this episode was a little...pointless? It avoided cliches for the most part, but it also didn't say anything new. It wasn't a groundbreaking deconstruction of Rick and Morty or TV shows as a whole. It was just another take on the "Rick knows that he's in a TV show" concept, which isn't necessarily a bad thing, but it left me going "What was the point of that?"

The episode looked like it might have an anti-capitalist message with the Rick plushies, but that didn't really go anywhere, either. However, that might be a good thing--a preachy statement would've weighed down the episode even if I agree with it.

Full Meta Jackrick had a little more substance than Never Ricking Morty because at least we watched "our" Rick and Morty go on an adventure. I enjoyed watching an episode with just the two of them again. Their dynamic is brilliant--EVERYTHING that Rick and Morty do together is entertaining.

The first half of season six was great, but the episodes felt a little "off" because Morty didn't have much to do in most of them. Now, he's finally stepping back into the protagonist role.

Bringing back Story Lord (and Jesus) and writing a follow-up to Never Ricking Morty in general is a little gutsy and unexpected, which I can respect. Did anyone think that we'd ever hear anything about that train again? Never Ricking Morty isn't particularly loved or reviled--it's just an experimental episode that we probably would've forgotten about if it didn't foreshadow the season five Birdrick reveal.

For me, Full Meta Jackrick is a slightly better version of Never Ricking Morty because it's canon and has a more cohesive storyline. Full Meta Jackrick, like all of season six, also has great callbacks to the first couple of seasons. They never feel pandering or like they're trying to trigger your nostalgia--instead, they poke fun at the series itself and show you that the writers really care about this universe.

I also thought that this might've been the funniest episode of the season. Gotta be honest, guys--I normally roll my eyes when people say "Rick and Morty isn't funny anymore blah blah," but season six is the first season where I'm like "Yeah, the jokes haven't been great." But this episode had a lot of funny lines.

We did get some great character moments with Rick and Morty. Rick's still Rick: he's lazy, crabby, selfish and rude. But he's gentler with Morty, too. He treats him like a person and partner (in crime) instead of hoarsely shouting at him. He looks out for him and gives him his lab coat when they're freezing--boy, THAT'S been a fandom staple for nearly a decade.

This might be a stretch, but the scene in the garage caught my attention, too. Rick gently turns on Morty's goggles for him--you know, like an actual grandfather--instead of telling him to do it and then yelling that he's too slow or whatever.

This is seriously the fanservice season. Rick in a suit and tie yet again, Rick draping his lab coat over a shivering Morty, Rick tearing off his clothes to reveal that he's jacked underneath (I guess he's still working on those abs? lol.) The new writers' influence is so blatant, and I don't think most of us are complaining.

And we saw Rick's favorite thing yet again: crystals. 💎✨ (Well, ore.) Someone needs to give him $100 and cut him loose in a New Age store for a couple of hours.

I also want to note how much I love Justin Roiland's voice acting. Rick's voice is so complex and reflects his character development brilliantly. I hate how people dismiss Justin Roiland as a shouty guy who burps and yells into the microphone. Honestly, I don't hear Justin Roiland at all when Rick speaks--I just hear Rick.

Overall, Full Meta Jackrick was a decent return to the show after the six-week break. Those "Rick is a nihilist" YouTube videos need to go away forever because this episode's theme could have been "Nothing matters, we're just cartoon characters, blah blah," but it wasn't. Instead, Rick tells Morty that his life matters, and he looks at the audience as he says it.

#rick and morty #rick sanchez #full meta jackrick #morty smith #rick and morty s6 #rick and morty season 6 #story lord #story train #review

[invadernurse]

Catching Flies (Revised) Ch. 16

Chapter 16: Reality is Subjective

Overall rating: Teen

Summary: You catch more flies with honey than vinegar. That’s what they say anyway.

Teacher!Reader makes the mistake of trying to help the two most troubled kids in your class. This leads to forming a science club, learning some childhood psychology, adopting an alien older than you, and somehow catching Professor Membrane’s interest.

Afab Non-binary Reader;

The reader does have a last name: Nemo– which means no-name.

Chapter One |Master post |Ao3

**Several minutes earlier**

"Are we going to talk about the fact you called my dad and Mx. Nemo 'my tallest?'" Dib asked, an impish grin on his face as he followed Zim, who had long let go of his hand. 

"No!" Zim hissed. "As far as I'm concerned, it never happened!" 

"But you did." 

"I did not!"

"I was right there, Zim. You totally called them your Tallest." 

"The mighty Zim makes no mistakes!" Zim suddenly stopped and spun to face Dib, his eyes narrowed at Dib's delighted expression. "Foolish Dib-stink! You think I, the mighty Zim, would lower himself to call those two meat-bags my Tallest? That I would find them intelligent and honorable enough to think of them that highly?!" 

Dib didn't even waiver for a second. "You must, because that is definitely what you called them."

Zim snarled, and Dib quickly realized he might have pushed the alien a little too far. Before he could act, Zim pounced at him, tackling the boy to the ground. 

"Zim! No! Get off!"

"Not until you admit defeat, Dib-stink!" 

"I'm not saying it's a bad thing!" Dib defended, both verbally and physically as they wrestled each other, completely ignorant of the looks they were drawing. "My dad is the smartest human on Earth right now! And Mx Nemo's the first adult to treat us like actual people!" 

"Your paternal unit doesn't even acknowledge that alien life exists, and Mx Nemo can hardly understand your primitive computer system!" 

"I'm not saying they're perfect! I'm just saying I can understand why you see them as higher authorities! They treat you a lot better than your old Tallest did!" 

Zim went still, sliding off of Dib and sitting despondently on the ground. Dib took the opportunity to sit up, brushing the dust off his black coat as he warily watched Zim for a few moments. 

"I-I don't really mean to make fun of it," Dib admitted after a moment. "I mean, I have nothing but respect for both of them, obviously. And I guess I'm kind of…happy? Excited? That you feel the same. Because it means we aren't enemies anymore. We're friends now, right?" 

"Irkens don't have friends," Zim responded, more out of reflex than anything. The despondency in expression faded, replaced with something akin to embarrassment. "But…we are partners. Allies." 

Dib figured it was as close as he was going to get, and a lot more than he ever believed possible. Hell, if someone told him he was going to be friends with Zim just a few months ago, he would have called them crazy. 

"Ah ha, you two must be the students from inter-city middle skool!"

Zim and Dib looked up at a…person. Both Zim and Dib narrowed their eyes at the man that looked like something far too large stuffed inside a suit made to look vaguely humanesque. 

"I think that's actually worse than your human suit on peace day."

"Hey, cut me some slack! I had less than twelve of your earth hours to plan that!"

***

No. No no no. You couldn't be stuck. 

"Mx Nemo?" You could hear the professor, but couldn't respond. Not as the anxiety and panic gripped at you. You weren't usually claustrophobic but the bright blinding whiteness and cramped space as you tucked in closely to Professor Membrane's large frame, and your fears jumped at the chance to consume you. 

"Mx Nemo." Large, firm hands gripped your shoulders, grounding you somewhat. You stared up at him, able to see his eyes clearly through his goggles, dark eyebrows knitted in concern. "I am sincerely sorry, I realize now that was a very bad joke."

Joke. It was a joke. You slumped against him in relief, not thinking as you punched him half heartedly in the chest--his shoulder too far for your to reach. "You had me for a moment there," you admitted.

His hands still gripped your shoulder, though not quite as tightly. "Humor is not exactly one of my stronger skills," he explained rathwr weakly, which was odd coming from him.  

"I'm going to get you a book of dad jokes," you joked weakly in return, still leaning against him as your heart slowly returning to normal. "Or-or science jokes. Something." 

"I really am sorry." 

You shook your head, looking up at him. "It's okay. But let's focus on finding the boys." 

He tightened his grip for a moment before letting go. He turned, focusing on the blank wall, confusing you as he held his hand against the wall, but looking intently at his phone's display. But instead of asking, you kept silent and watched as he moved his hand along the seamless wall slowly. 

Did he have some kind of tech in his glove? Considering who he was, your guess was that it was far more advanced than the shoulder-length rubber glove it looked like. It probably was able to scan all sorts of things.

"There's too much interference," Professor Membrane growled to himself, stuffing his phone away. You despaired for a moment, maybe he hadn't been joking after all, when he pulled the glove off his arm. 

Oh. Oh. 

Your silence becamed stunned at his prosthetic arm. The intricate finger joints moved silently and fluidly as he searched the panel. There was a small blip of green light against the white, and the panels slid apart the reveal an electrical panel. 

"Well aren't you a beauty. Look at this work, Mx Nemo. Someone put a lot of time and care into wiring this. But…" The Professor's tone shifted for awe into dubious. "These flux capacitors are overkill for a simple elevator. The energy transmitting through these rival that of Membrane Labs. Why would a convention center need this kind of energy?" 

"What did our boys get into this time?" You swore softly. This was not what you had imagined when you realized the pair had wandered off. Unfortunately, it was right up their alley nevertheless. 

You missed Professor Membrane's glance at your (unintentional) choice of words. "They'll be fine," he tried to assure. "Between their intelligence and tenacity, I estimate that the chances of them being grievously harmed is less than twenty-five percent."

Those were good odds, right? You tried to convince yourself it was, but that fear and worry continued to gnaw at your stomach. 

Thankfully, before you could worry to much, the doors opened, revealing another long hallway, the same bright white walls lining the hallway. Professor Membrane led the way, his phone still blinking with Dib's location. 

The place was a maze, with the hallways twisting and turning, each one looking the same. You would have been lost a thousand times over. 

After a few twists and turns, you could hear someone speaking in a forign language, only for Zim's unmistakable laughter to abruptly interrupt. 

"You idiots! You dare try to intimidate the mighty Zim?! Ha! I'm Irken's greatest invader! Bow and tremble in fear! Tremble!"

There was more chattering as you and Professor Membrane tried to hurry. He was quickly outpacing you with those long legs of his, virtually forcing you into a run.

Whatever you expected, it wasn't Professor Membrane suddenly stopping and subsequently crashing into his back. "Well, that is...quite unexpected." 

You peeked around him and paled at the aight. 

Were those...koalas? Six feet tall, fuzzy grey and white with large eyes that stared directly back at you. You numbly noted the futuristic armour protecting their chest and limbs as they briefly raised on their back legs and bared their teeth in a snarl. 

Koalas...did not have sharp spiky teeth.  Nor were they as tall as you were.  Or decked out with weapons.

"Dad! Mx. Nemo!" Dib's voice cut through your astonishment. Relief swept briefly through you as you affrimed that both boys seemed unharmed. 

Then the not-koalas roared something that sounded like a foreign language towards Dib and Zim. The not-Koalas pointed weapons at both the children as well as you and Professor Membrane. 

"You dare call the might Zim a liar?!" Zim spat back while Dib paled slightly. Mechanical spider-like appendages unfolded from Zim's backpack, two supporting the boy into the air while the points of the other two sizzled with red electricity. "You dare threaten the mighty Zim's Tallest?!" 

"Boys!" You shouted, moving towards them only to have the Professor shove you behind him, his gloves virtually disintegrating, revealing both arms were robotic prosthetics, and vibrating with white energy. 

"Children, get behind me." Membrane commanded firmly. 

Zim hissed, "Invaders do not hide! We destroy those before us!"

"You're not an invader anymore!" Dib argued. "You're one of us now!" Zim's response was just a sibilant hiss.

"I am so confused," you admitted from behind Membrane, peering behind him. Space Koalas. Robotic arms and spider limbs. 

"I think we must be having a relapsing hallucination from memebraclets." Membrane admitted, though he sounded really doubtful. 

"Yeah, I still doubt that was the real story," you said distractedly. "I never had one or was around it, and I still remember everything too clearly."

"Well, with the only other explanation would be that were actually intelligent life, and we went through multiple wormholes and possibly even a blackhole. Which is scientifically impossible." 

"Aliens are real, dad!" Dib interjected loudly, gesturing to the non-koalas. "This is real! Not a crazy dream! They are here to abduct the smartest, most imaginative children to use as computers!"

"Their disgusting habits are known through the galaxy," Zim spat. "They deserve to be obliterated from exsistance."

"We were trying to convince them to leave peacefully." Dib stressed. 

You were so confused. You had started looking for them expecting they had wandered off exploring or getting into trouble. 

But. Aliens. So absolutely alien. The implications that this summer was real. The red sky with planets hanging heavy in the sky. The alien ships. The endless void of a black hole. 

Feeling like you were being ripped apart atom by atom and compressed into an infinitely small point at the same time. 

"It was real?" You whispered.  

"No. No, it couldn't be real," Professor Membrane stated firmly, shaking his head. "This can't be real. It's scientifically impossible. We would have seen signs, discovered radio signals, something." There was a desperate denial in his tone as Membrane clenched his fists. 

The alien-koalas made a noise that sounded like a laugh, interspersed with guttural clicks and growls. Zim snickered while Dib protested. "What?! Are you serious? All of that was a joke? You've been purposely avoiding humans?!"

"Well, to the intelligent beings of this quadrant, you aren't exactly that sharp. Playing with lesser beings is quite amusing," Zim chimed with a snicker, only adding to the confusion. 

Dib had accused him at first of being an alien… but surelt not. Surely not. "No. No way." You hadn't befriended and taught an alien for that several months. 

Yet it was making so much sense. The advanced knowledge, being abandoned. The technology. Dib was the son of the world's most intelligent man, but Zim…

Or was this actually a dream and that's why it was making sense? It felt so real, but didn't all dreams? You were so confused and torn, and you had the feeling Membrane next to you was just as lost judging by his stiff posture and heavy silence. 

Just...just focus on what was important, and leave all those questions for later. Whether it was a dream or not, you had to focus on the here and now and worry about the implications afterwards. 

"Leave them alone," you commanded with more bravery than you felt as you stepped forward, away from the protective form of Professor Membrane. You heard him whisper your name, quiet enough you were sure that it was an unintentional slip. You squared your shoulders and glared with as much authority as you could muster. "You leave those boys alone and leave this planet." 

The alien-koalas growled, clicking their teeth. 

"You dare threaten my Tallest!" Zim hissed, the energy at the end of his mech-spider legs flaring and threatening to fire. "You dare threaten the mighty Mx. Nemo?" 

"Hallucination or not, I cannot allow harm to come to my son, his friend, or Mx. Nemo." 

There was something encouraging about being flanked by a tall, broad-shouldered scientist with two mechanical arms whirring as they powered up, and a possible alien with lasers. Dib seemed to feel the same as he stepped between you and his father, looking rather stern faced as well. 

Except, instead of being threatened, the alien-koalas just chittered, a mocking kind of chittering that set your nerves on edge. 

The place erupted into laser fire. There was no time to think, only react. You grabbed Dib and pulled him behind the sturdy frame of his father, protecting him as best as you could. Sparks and fires erupted as energy blasts landed all around the control room. 

"Get out of here!" Professor Membrane shouted. The way you came was clear, so you dragged Dib with you towards the corridor. 

"Zim! Come on!" You and Dib shouted once you reached to safety of the corridor. 

"Invaders don't run away!" He snarled back, zapping the control panel which burst with a shower of sparks. 

"You're not an Invader, you're my student!" 

That made Zim pause, and it was all the Professor needed. He fired a shot rather reminiscent of an anime character before grabbing one of Zim's robotic legs and yanked the boy off balance and towards the corridor. He tumbled, the legs retreating into his pak, and before he recovered, you plucked him off the ground, holding him as if he was half his (assumed???) age as you ran down the hall, barely aware of where you were going. All you cared about was getting away from the cacophony of explosions and making sure Dib was keeping up beside you. 

Shortly, however, he too was scooped up as Professor Membrane caught up with you. "This way!" He commanded, turning a corner. "Their systems are more volatile than anticipated."

"It's possible we may have activated the self-destruct," Zim said, holding on to you while looking behind. "Or that they did, realizing they had been defeated by the mighty Zim!" 

"Not sure we won this one," Dib chimed. You were inclined to agree with him, but it was taking all you have to keep with the Professor's pace while carrying Zim. Your legs and lungs burned, but you kept pushing yourself harder. 

Thankfully, there was another corner and the elevator appeared. Or at least an elevator. You all but collapsed against the wall while Membrane jammed the call button. 

Except the doors opened to reveal a void instead of the blinding white elevator from before. "Where's the elevator?"

"Not above us," was Professor's answer as he peered into the darkness. "And neither can I detect it below us. I'm not sure if I possess enough power to carry all of us out…"

"Get the boys out," was your automatic response. Especially as you could both hear and feel explosions and fire creeping closer. You tried not to think of what was going to happen to you, and focused on the students safety. The innocent people above.  "Just--get them out. Evacuate the building." 

 Professor Membrane looked back at you, managing to convey his concern. "I find myself wanting to reject that idea despite the fact it's logical." 

"We are not leaving you," Dib agreed with his father. 

"You humans are disgustingly stupid sometimes," Zim growled as he extended his spiderlegs once more and grabbed Dib. "I trust you can at least carry Mx. Nemo?" 

"I-I'm not sure about this," Dib panicked, but Zim neither gave him nor Professor Membrane time to say anything before jumping into the void, the spindly robotic legs quivering as they caught both his and Dib's weight before skittering upwards like a true spider. 

"This hallucination is stranger than the last."

"God, I hope this is a crazy dream," you agreed before another explosion drew closer. This felt so real that you didn't have the courage to test out that theory. 

Yet, at the same time, you weren't sure what Professor Membrane's plan was, and you were too nervous to ask. 

"Right  dream or not," Professor turned towards you, arms open. "Shall we?"

"Er…" was your very eloquent response as you stepped closer. 

"I haven't carried anyone besides my children, so I do apologize in advance," was his response before suddenly lifting you up, one hand bracing your back and the other beneath your knees as he held you close. 

Your squeak turned into a scream as he stepped into the elevator shaft, dropping sharply. There was a click and suddenly you were shooting upwards. All you could do was clutch to Professor Membrane's neck and bury your head into his shoulder, barely aware of him gripping you a little tighter in response. 

After what felt like forever, the ascent slowed. You looked up and saw the faint light shining from the elevator doors that had been forcibly pried open. Emergency lights strobed, the sirens overwhelmed as by yelling and screaming in the Expo building as people hurried for the exits. 

Professor Membrane set you down, though his hand quickly grasped yours as you both made your way towards where the boys were. They were hard to miss, considering Zim’s mad cackle and the Rover drove circles around them, fire erupting from one of his robotic arms. 

“Really?” you panted as you reached the pair, gasping for breath. Rover stopped, the fire cutting off quickly. You weren’t even sure who your exclamation was pointed at, but Dib only gave a half hearted shrug as patted the Rover on its head. 

“We didn’t know how else to evacuate everyone. They were all standing around even after we pulled the fire alarm.”

“Now they run in fear of the mighty Zim! And Dib!” Zim was quick to tack on as soon as the other boy glanced at him. 

“I think this conversation would best be continued outside,” Professor Membrane interrupted before Dib could respond. The phone that had tracked Dib was now emitting a shrill alarm of its own. “This structure is highly likely to collapse from the impending seismic activity.” 

The ground rumbled beneath your feet, faint at first but quickly growing until you were having to hold on to Professor Membrange to keep from falling over. 

“Run!”

Dust and debris rained down as you tried to navigate your way out of the expo center, through the maze of long abandoned science projects. IF it wasn;t for the fact Professor hadn’t let go of your hand as he more or less dragged you behind him, you were sure you would have gotten lost. Though, you could faintly make out the light flashing off Zim’s robotic spider legs as he raced over the displays, and the Rover, carrying Dib, weaving through the tables like it was nothing. 

The doors opened to a sunny afternoon, yet the chaos had spread outside. People were scattering everywhere, panicked screams and crying  filling the air.  The tremors were becoming noticible further and further away from the building, to the points cracks were forming in the pavement under your feet.

A large one in particular formed that Professor Membrane just easily strided over with his long legs, but instinct quickly stopped you in your tracks as it screamed you wouldn't make it. Your hand slipped from his and you slid to a stop, harshly landing on you butt. 

The crack just kept growing larger and larger, steam, or maybe it was smoke, escaping with a hiss.

"Mx. Nemo!" All three boys called out, having quickly noted your absence. They were moments away from taking the leap themselves. That was all the encouragement you needed. You backed up a few steps before rushing forward and jumping over the gap. 

And, as you feared, you didn't make it. You felt yourself fall before you could reach the other edge, just shy of brushing the jagged rock. Below you could feel heat rise from whatever was exploding below to cause the mock-earthquake. 

Several somethings grabbed you from mid air, yanking you up and slamming you against the concrete on the other side before you could scream. 

You blinked as Zim's spider legs retreated  and the three looked down at you. "Ow." 

#invader zim #professor membrane #enter the florpus #dib membrane #catching flies #invaderzim #catching flies fic #invader zim zadf #professor membrane x reader #invader zim fic

[tsukuyomii45]

Modern AU Idea: Obito and Rin growing up as childhood friends, getting split up before entering their teenage years and then meeting again as young adults

This was an idea I had in mind for a long time! :) Love it!

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-Obito and Rin would grow up together because they're neighbors and they go to the same school together. Their parents are on rather good terms, mainly because their kids enjoy spending time together. Rin's mother and Obito's other would totally tease the two of them and would be like, "I can't wait to see my grandkids!" xD

-One day, Obito's parents would die in a car accident, and Obito would end up needing to move to another place in which he would live with his grandmother up in the countryside and attend a school there. That's when he and Rin would split up. They then made a promise to one another that they would never forget each other. Rin gives Obito one of her favorite seashells for him to remember her by, and Obito would give Rin his favorite orange goggles (kids love the weirdest things so let's just go with the goggles in this AU xD)

-They'd try to keep in touch by writing letters.. but that slowly starts to die down because of how busy things have become for either of them. Obito's grandmother was becoming ill, and he had to take care of her. Rin was trying to get good grades by attending extra classes and cram school so that she can apply to med school. Obito's grandmother then passes away, and he has to fend for himself. Madara takes him in, trying to make him learn the ways of running a company, but Obito has ambitions of his own - his goal was to become a detective and to make a name of himself in the city.

-Obito attends the police academy and climbs up the ranks, and eventually around his early 20s he becomes a top detective who is very efficient in solving cases. One day though, while chasing a criminal, he gets shot and is rushed to the hospital. There, he meets the one person whom he could never forget: Rin.

-Rin, who recognizes that her childhood best friend is injured, immediately gets on his case and does whatever she can with her team to treat him. She'd never leave his side while he's recovering, and time seemed to always slow down whenever they're around one another... and she'd sit by his bedside, and they'd talk and ask one another how they've been and what they were up to, etc.

-When Obito is finally discharged, he doesn't hesitate to take her phone number, given that now he lives in the city where she is, and he tells her that he wants to see her more often, and Rin happily exchanges numbers with him.

-They text nearly every day, and one phone call lasts hours upon hours. He would drive up to her place and take her for a ride.. and they would do a bunch of the stuff that they did when they were little - like buy a lot of candies and lollipops from the convenience store, and sit by the swings in the park, feed ducks at the lake, ride with Obito on his motorcycle (a tie-in to Obito teaching her how to ride a bike when they were little).. and all those moments would just make Obito fall for her even harder, while Rin's feelings for him starts to grow deeper, beyond the friendship that they share.

-After a long time, where they share many moments together - happy and vulnerable ones, all the while getting closer and closer, Obito decides that he doesn't want to hold back his feelings anymore, and takes Rin to her favorite beach, where they would at first walk on the shore, and Obito would watch the wind tickle Rin's long hair, staring at her as she closes her eyes and just feels the sea breeze against her skin, and the water lapping at her feet. They'd hang out a little, and then Rin decides to tease him by picking some water in her hand and throwing it at Obito, before she starts to playfully run away. He'd chase her, and because he's taller than her, he easily catches her, where he grabs her hand, pulls her to him, wraps his arm around her waist, and cups her cheek as he presses his lips against hers. He kisses her passionately, pouring his feelings into his kiss, before he slowly pulls away to look at her in the eyes.

-Rin is still registering what happened, and Obito confesses that he's in love with her, and has been in love with her for a long time. As he anticipates her answer, Rin boldly wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him with fervor, and that's how they would end up getting together. :3

#naruto shippuden #obito uchiha #rin nohara #uchiha obito #infinite dream #obito x rin #obirin #modern au

[bibidibaddieboom]

My cod OC for my ongoing work on ao3: Sgt. Bala (Bullet) from The Wandering Bullet.

His real name is Bautista Agustín Ezequiel Estrada. He joined the army in Argentina at 18 years old, decided to sign up for a well-known Squadron that had its eye on him for a while when tragedy struck his family at 21 years of age. He couldn't stay there anymore.

They were a tight group of soldiers operating a little bit outside the law dealing with the absolute worst kind of people; not the kind that threatened world-peace, but the ones that worked in the dark and targeted innocents. The less flags that were involved, the better.

His team soon became his family. Bautista trusted them with his life, but two of them wanted more than what they had and became the kind of people the team hunted. They grew wary of Bautista and the others, and set out to get rid of them.

The traitors set them up. Some of them survived, and the traffikers they were after captured them without anyone's knowledge. He was the only one to make it out of the hell that came after. Bautista never told anyone what was done to them.

Bautista ended up in Belize, where he managed to escape, even with the terrible condition he was in. A nameless man that refused to talk and attacked anyone who tried to get too close, found near the scene of an overtaken underground crime ring in the black of many international agencies caught the attention of one woman, Laswell.

She got in contact with Alejandro Vargas, and together they pulled some strings and ruffled some feathers to get Bautista, knowing something was amiss. When the Argentine confided in them some of what happened, they knew they had to act fast and made it official: Bautista Estrada was dead. Suddenly, Los Vaqueros had a new teammate, Sgt. Ignacio Alfonso "Bala" Rossi.

"God knows how much I miss you. In my dreams, the four of us make it."

The traitors are too powerful for him yet. But he's got very little to lose and all the time in the world.

He's loyal only to Alejandro and Rudy. Bautista feels indebeted to them for their help and support, and he knows he probably would have died if not for them. They're his only friends, and he'll follow them to hell if they so asked him to. That's not to say he's not a bit of a pain in the ass from time to time.

He's wary of people he doesn't know, which reflects in the cold and distant manner he treats Ghost and Soap, who started paying more attention to him than he liked.

Bala is a little bit like Ghost, though more of a hardass, but less likely to stab him if he gets on his nerves. Soap is innevitably curious about him from the first glance, and comes to see him in a new light. He sets out to break down some of his walls brick by brick, wanting to know the real person behind those goggles of his.

Ghost is more reserved, seeing Bala as a man better left alone, someone unreliable and shifty. They grow close as time goes on and Bala's past is revealed, so undeniably similar to Ghost's own that it binds them together, and each man's walls slowly begin to crumble.

Bala didn't think much of Soap or Ghost when they first met. Just more newcomers he needs to keep an eye on, so Bala is not too keen on being near them if it can be helped. His past left hard-learned lessons all over his skin, and keeping people away was a knee-jerk reaction at that point in his life. Fate had other plans, and the three found themselves becoming something Bala thought he would never have again.

#cod oc #cod fanfic #oc: bala #john soap mactavish #soap x male oc #alejandro vargas #rodolfo parra #alerudy #call of duty #the wandering bullet #ao3 fanfic #ghost x soap #ghost x male oc #ghost x soap x oc

[ambreiiigns]

Ok wait. Yes tell me what episodes are good and everything else you said in the tags, but does rick and morty have lore? I thought it was episodic?

ok first Yes there's lore. there's like. the backdrop premise of rick having just came back into his daughter's life after being absent since she was a child for undisclosed reasons but it is a big part of beth's characterization and why he gets away w all the shit he gets away with. but there's also Lore that ties w rick's crybaby backstory™ and like the universe in general is probably more. Complicated? Expanded? than you'd think? bc yea it SHOULD be episodic and self contained but the team is at war w that concept since s2 if not s1 already. it's why i'm annoyed at people complaining abt the random filler episodes in s7 like girl that's the Normal Episodes. the Lore Heavy Episodes are the little special treat for you not the standard?? it's a sitcom unfort.

so. maybe still my favorite episode is STILL from s1 ep8. rixty minutes aka interdimensional cable ONE!!! let me set the scene. a few episodes earlier morty's school was doing prom and he asked rick to make him a love potion to get the girl he has a crush on to go to prom w him. rick fucks up SEVERELY bc his nihilistic scientist brain didn't understand love (??? i mean we know he Does. but it was s1) and he accidentally turns everyone first into morty stans who wont him desperately and then into straight up Monsters. he can't figure out how to fix it so what he does instead is move morty and himself into a new dimension where the incident had also happened but that dimension's rick had fixed the problem And gotten himself and morty killed accidentally. so they swoop in and dig a grave for Themselves and take those rick and morty's place. for rick it's Nothing it's Normal he's been doing this a while he's closely aware of the many dimensions and many versions of himself etc in fact it becomes a Huge plotpoint soon. but morty's still new to this and having to? handle his dead body? and put it in the ground? and take its place like nothing happened? that's tough for him! baby's traumatized. rip

but everything's been self contained enough so far that you sort of dismiss it right. then two episodes later interdimensional cable happens. aka rick fucks around w their tv to hook it up to. interdimensional. cable. so they can watch stuff from every other reality out there (whoa!) and as they binge they bump into jerry being interviewed on some late night show and they're like HUH???? THERE'S A VERSION OF REALITY OUT THERE WHERE JERRY'S RICH AND FAMOUS???? so now beth and summer are also wondering what They're up to in other realities and rick gives them some goggles that let you see what different versions of you are doing. rick himself and morty are the only ones who don't care and just keep watching silly tv having a laff. in the meanwhile summer complains that every version of her is doing nothing cool while her parents are hitting the jackpot and beth offhandedly mentions that "if we accomplished our dreams it probably means you were never born" which is obviously HORRIBLE TO HEAR so summer being an angsty dramatic teen wants to Run Away From Home and beth and jerry start fighting abt how you ruined my life and all. morty smells blood in the water so he goes upstairs to cheer up summer and she's like. they had you on purpose as a symptom of their problems you're not the Cause of their problems you can't make me feel better. so morty points out his and rick's graves in the yard outside the window and tells her he's not even her real brother he's as much of an incident as she is rn and now that he eats breakfast a few feet away from his corpse he knows better than most how meaningless all of this is anyway. and he tells her. something that still brings tears to my eyes. he goes "nobody exists on purpose, nobody belongs anywhere, everybody's gonna die. come watch tv?"

ARGH! HE'S JUST A 14 YEAR OLD BOY WITH AN INSANE MAD SCIENTIST GRANDPA WHO'S BEEN DRAGGING HIM ON FUCKED UP ELDRITCH SPACE ADVENTURES THAT HAVE BEEN SHATTERING HIS INNOCENCE AND UNDERSTANDING OF LIFE! AND NOW HE JUST WANTS TO WATCH TV WITH HIS SISTER! it kills me it's so humane and childish and it was REALLY gutting to me. cause i didn't expect a callback at that point. i didn't expect the trauma to impact the characters. it was completely out of left field and it made me say oh. so this is good. so this is actually worth watching.

#other good episodes.... anytime birdperson or evil morty show up it's GOOD. rick backstory episodes are also good #the simulation episode is good. the citadel introduction episode is good and Formative. s2 e1 good. the parasites episode is good #tiny rick is GREAT the vindicators is GREAT the jerry adventure is GREAT the goopy episode is GREAT the beth clone stuff is ALWAYS GOOD #the toilet episode.... THE DRAGON EPISODE the decoy family episodes omg. the pissmaster episode makes you cry. nah i'm going insane #YES i was looking at a list of episodes and reminiscing. it's GOOD RICK AND MORTY IS GOOD GUYS #somebody ask me abt other episodes or abt rick crybaby backstory GO #ask

[hournites]

hi T!! for the holiday prompts, can you do 7 for wildnite (friendship or romantic, either is good!) thanks! :)

"Awww, you didn't have to get me a gift!"

~.~

Yolanda taps on Beth's shoulder when her gingerbread cookies go in the oven. She spins around in the Whitmore-Dugan kitchen, wearing her snowman apron over her ugly Christmas sweater, wearing a pretty smile.

"Can I steal you for a minute?" Yolanda's reindeer headband jingles as she looks from Beth to Rick, who is helping with the second sheet of cookies.

Rick nods, uncharacteristically chipper, bobbing his head to the song on the radio as he grabs a new cookie cutter. "I'll watch the oven."

Beth shoots Rick an appreciative glance and dusts her hands on the apron. "Thanks."

Yolanda hooks her arm into Beth's, giggling as she veers her away from all the holiday noise downstairs. It's the first Christmas dinner with JSA's newly extended family, and it is a lot of people. The Chapels, Dr. McNider's family, The Shade and Jennie. Todd, with his boyfriend Danny. Their new friend Sandy. The Whitmore-Dugans, obviously, and Jakeem and Cindy, though Yolanda's been ignoring her. Even Alex said he's coming for dinner.

In Courtney's room, Yolanda closes the door to get some quiet.

"What's up?" Beth asks.

Yolanda pulls a neatly wrapped present from her school bag and presents it to her friend. "Merry Christmas, Beth."

Wonderful delight spreads across her face. "Aww, you didn't have to get me a gift!" Beth takes the big box and beams up at Yolanda, falling in for a hug. Yolanda squeezes her tightly.

Beth pulls away suddenly, her brows flexed together with concern. "Wait, seriously. Yolanda. You didn't have to get me a gift." She lowers her voice gently. "I know your family is going through a tough time financially, I really don't need anything from you."

Yolanda shakes her head. "I insist. Please."

"Okay..." Beth teases apart the wrapping paper, unearthing a box. Yolanda bites the nail of her thumb, watching anxiously as she sets it on the ledge by Courtney's window and lifts the cover. She gasps and pulls out gold and black boxing gloves that match the new suit her parents presented her that morning. On the cuffs is her name stitched in. Beth on one glove. Chapel on the other.

Yolanda takes a deep breath and starts the little speech she's practiced in her head. "I want to teach you to fight."

Beth's mouth parts open with surprise. "Oh!"

"I know you have combat mode with your goggles now. And I know that you don't necessarily want to hurt people, I know that, I do. It's just..." Yolanda trails off, crossing her arms over her dress.

"What, Yolanda?"

"You've been there for me. When Courtney was dealing with Cameron. You were always there. And I guess, I've always thought that Courtney was my best friend, because she's the first person who truly got me out of my funk when everything bad happened...But you were there before Court. You were the first person to let me sit at your table."

Beth grins, hugging the gloves to her chest. "Our table."

Yolanda giggles. "Yeah." She grabbed Beth's arm, eyes warm and happy. "You are my best friend, too. And I loved all the time we got to spend together, even when I was pissed off. And now that you and Rick are so close..."

"What?" Beth laughs. "What does that mean?"

"Nothing," Yolanda says hurriedly. If Beth hasn't figured out what's happening with her relationship with Rick quite yet, she's not going to be the one to spill those beans. Now isn't the time. "I just want to spend time with you. Just you. So let me teach you boxing. Because you can fight. I know you can. And the next time we're in a sticky situation, I want to fight with you."

"I would love that." She smiles down at the present, tracing her fingers over her name. "I love them."

"You do?"

Beth nods and puts the gloves back into the box, treating them like they're the greatest gift in the world, and not like the refurbished pair she's found online with a nice shine with the help of Jakeem. A look passes over her face that pulls a slight frown from Yolanda. She's deep in thought, considering something in that big brain of hers.

"...What?" she wonders cautiously.

Beth glances at her. "Yolanda?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you...do you want to stay with me and my parents for a while? I know you have a place here, but...I figured it's a bit awkward with Cindy crashing all the time, and we have room! Rick's in the guest room but we have a pull-out couch in Dad's study and-"

Yolanda throws her arms around Beth, stopping her mid-ramble. "Are you kidding?" It's embarrassing how fast happy tears well up in her eyes. "Yes! Yes!"

"Yeah?" Beth laughs. "Yay!"

"Merry Christmas, Beth."

"Merry Christmas, Yolanda.

Yolanda closes her eyes with the tiniest prayer. Thank you.

#stargirl #wildnite #yolanda montez #beth chapel #s3 #hn fic #tkv fic

[robotlit]

The Electric Sea: Chapter 1

[In this and every chapter, my notes -- including the original chapter synopsis and the individual beats I fed the AI -- are at the bottom of the page.]

Jack sat hunched over his computer, fingers flying across the grimy keys like deranged spiders. The glow of the screen cast a sickly pallor on his gaunt face, highlighting the shadows beneath his eyes. His apartment was a squalid den of decay, a mausoleum to forgotten dreams and lost hopes. Tangled wires and discarded tech littered the floor, while mold crept up the walls like black veins.

"Come on," he muttered under his breath, as he navigated the virtual world of the SynthoCorp mainframe. Once upon a time, Jack had been an idealist, hacking to expose secrets in a corporate-controlled society. Now, he'd become what he despised—a mercenary selling those secrets to the highest bidder to finance his addiction to this digital realm.

With a final keystroke, he breached the firewall surrounding the coveted file: Project Chimera. It was a tangled web of code that promised vast power to whoever could wield it. As he transmitted the data to his client, a bitter taste filled his mouth. He knew he was contributing to the very corruption he once sought to eradicate.

"Fuck it," Jack growled, yanking off his VR goggles and tossing them onto the stained mattress beside him. He stood up from his rickety chair, joints popping like firecrackers in the stale air. Desperate for some human contact, however twisted it might be, Jack decided to drown his sorrows at The Void.

The Void was a bar teeming with the city's most cynical and embittered hackers—individuals who, like Jack, had forsaken their ideals for quick credits and fleeting pleasures. A neon sign flickered above the entrance, casting a cold, blue light onto the rain-soaked pavement. Jack pushed open the door and was immediately greeted by the acrid scent of sweat, cheap liquor, and burnt circuitry.

"Hey, Jack," a bartender with cybernetic arms drawled as he polished a grimy glass. "The usual?"

"Make it a double," Jack replied, his voice gravelly and raw from disuse. He settled onto a stool, surveying the room with narrowed eyes. Hunched figures whispered in dark corners, their faces illuminated by the glow of data pads and VR headsets.

A gaunt man with silver hair sidled up next to Jack, nursing a drink that looked like liquid fire. "Did you hear about the new bill they're trying to pass?" he grumbled. "Some bullshit about AI rights. As if those damn machines deserve any."

"Those 'damn machines' are the ones running this city," Jack retorted, slamming his shot glass down on the counter. "Maybe if we treated them like sentient beings instead of tools, we wouldn't have half the problems we do now."

"Sentient? You've got to be kidding me," the bartender scoffed. "They're just lines of code, man. No different than the shit you hack every day."

"Lines of code that think, feel, and create," Jack snapped back, his face flushed with anger. "You can't reduce them to mere algorithms. They're more human than most of the people in this godforsaken place."

"Get out of my bar, you bleeding-heart bastard," the bartender snarled, brandishing a stained rag like a weapon.

"Fine," Jack spat, tossing a handful of credits onto the counter before storming out into the rain-slick streets. His heart hammered against his ribcage, fueled by a mix of anger and self-loathing. In a world where nothing was sacred, Jack clung to the belief that there had to be something more—some hidden truth beneath the layers of corruption and decay.

As the neon lights of The Void receded behind him, Jack wondered if that truth would ever reveal itself, or if he was doomed to a life of empty cynicism and hollow victories.

The rain was a relentless beast, tearing through the neon-lit streets as Jack stumbled along the cracked pavement. His inebriated state only heightened his awareness of the city's suffocating grip on his soul.

"Jack! Hey, Jack!" A familiar voice cut through the cacophony of raindrops and the distant hum of hovercrafts. Maya Patel appeared from the shadows, clad in a vibrant NeonScape hoodie, her eyes twinkling like the constellations above.

"Maya?" Jack slurred, steadying himself against the cold embrace of a graffiti-streaked wall. Her presence was both welcome and jarring, a reminder that he still had one tether to humanity in this concrete jungle.

"Walk with me," she said, looping her arm through his. They navigated the labyrinthine alleys, their footsteps echoing through the murky puddles that reflected the ever-shifting cityscape.

"Your place is nearby, right? Let's head there." Maya's voice was light, almost flippant, but her concern for him was thinly veiled - a testament to her prowess in social manipulation. She cared about him, but only as much as he was a steady buyer of the secrets she extracted from media and corporations; at least, that's what she told herself.

"Sure," Jack muttered, the weight of his moral conflict growing heavier with every step. The neon signs flickered above them, casting an eerie glow upon their faces as they finally reached his apartment building.

Inside, the squalid space seemed to close in around them, the smell of stale cigarettes and unwashed clothes assaulting their senses. Maya perched herself on the edge of his cluttered desk, unphased by the chaos surrounding her.

"Listen, Jack," she began, her fingers tracing the jagged edges of an abandoned Virtu-Can. "I've got a tip for you. There's a new corporate system - something big and potentially lucrative. But it's dangerous, too. Tied to an offshore city, from what I've gathered."

"Offshore?" Jack's bloodshot eyes widened, the haze in his mind momentarily clearing. "That's new."

"Exactly," Maya confirmed, a mischievous glint in her eye. "I thought it might pique your interest. But be warned, it's mysterious and possibly risky. Not many people have dared to go near it."

"Risky is my middle name," Jack said with a wry smile.

"Figured as much," Maya replied, her gaze flicking over the myriad screens littering his apartment. She was probably already calculating the best way for him to navigate this enigmatic corporate system, her mind whirring with possibilities.

"Thanks, Maya," Jack said quietly, his voice barely audible above the hum of machinery. "You're a lifesaver."

"Hey, that's what friends are for," she responded, her casual tone betraying a genuine concern. "Just make sure you actually live through this one, okay?"

Jack nodded, his resolve solidifying as the allure of the challenge beckoned him once more into the digital abyss.

"Alright, I'll keep you posted," Jack said as Maya left his apartment, the door closing behind her. He turned to face his battle-worn rig and began the meticulous preparations for his descent into the uncharted depths of cyberspace.

As he calibrated his neuro-interface and initialized the custom hacking tools he had spent countless hours crafting, Jack's heart raced with anticipation. This was where he felt most alive, the thrill of the unknown, the raw power surging through the virtual realm just waiting to be seized.

Closing his eyes, Jack braced himself for the familiar yet disconcerting sensation of jacking in. The world around him ceased to exist as he plunged headfirst into the digital ocean, leaving behind his squalid apartment and the weight of a haunted past.

The transition from meatspace to cyberspace was seamless – reality shifted, his senses flooded with the electric pulse of a million interconnected nodes. The neon glow of data streams painted the vast expanse before him, a labyrinthine landscape that seemed equal parts decay and rebirth. This was the underbelly of the corporate-controlled world; a surreal, decaying manifestation of unchecked power and greed.

Jack oriented himself within this strange new environment, his instincts guiding him like a compass through the swirling vortex of information. He could feel the system pulsating around him, an eerie sense of menace emanating from its very core. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching, waiting for him to make a false move.

Yet, as he approached the outer layers of the system, he found it strangely easy to navigate. It almost felt like a trap – but that only fueled his determination to crack it open and reveal its secrets. With practiced precision, he weaved through the maze-like structure, his fingers dancing over unseen controls, leaving no trace of his presence.

"Who does this belong to?" Jack wondered, his curiosity piqued. "What kind of information is hidden here?"

As he delved deeper, the high-tech neo-noir landscape unfolded around him like a twisted dream, each layer revealing more complexity and danger than the last. But Jack was undeterred – he had come too far to turn back now.

"Let's find out what you're hiding," he whispered into the digital void, his pulse quickening with every passing second. The hack had begun, and there was no turning back.

As Jack plunged deeper into the system, he found himself in a virtual world that resembled a decaying metropolis. The towering skyscrapers were corroded and crumbling, their neon signs flickering feebly in the perpetual twilight. It was as if the very essence of the city had been sucked dry by some malevolent force, leaving only a shell behind – a dark reflection of the real world outside.

"Must be something big if they're hiding it here," Jack thought, his pulse racing with anticipation. He navigated the desolate streets with ease, his mind mapping out the labyrinthine pathways of data and code that formed this digital realm.

And then he saw it – the information he sought, shimmering like a mirage at the edge of his vision. He could feel its allure, the promise of power and knowledge that lay hidden within its depths. He reached out to grasp it, his fingers closing around the intangible threads of data that bound it together.

"Gotcha," he whispered, feeling a surge of triumph coursing through him. He began to unravel the layers of encryption, pulling the secrets from their hiding place one by one.

But just as he was about to extract the final piece of the puzzle, something shifted in the digital landscape. He felt an ominous presence coiling around him like a serpent, tightening its grip until it threatened to crush him entirely.

"Security systems... damn," he realized, his heart sinking with dread.

In an instant, he was violently torn from the virtual world, his consciousness yanked back into the cold, unforgiving reality of his squalid apartment. The sudden disconnection left him reeling, his mind struggling to adjust to the abrupt shift between realities.

"Shit," he gasped, the pain of the transition searing through his nerves like white-hot fire. His body trembled with the aftershocks, his breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps. The oppressive weight of his existence pressed down on him, a crushing reminder of the bleakness that awaited him beyond the confines of cyberspace.

As he lay there, bathed in the sickly glow of his computer screen, Jack felt a fresh wave of fear wash over him. His hack had set off alarms deep within the system – and it was only a matter of time before they came for him.

"Can't stay here," he thought, his mind racing through possible escape routes and safe havens. "Gotta move fast."

But even as he scrambled to gather his meager belongings, Jack knew that the world outside offered little comfort or solace. For all its darkness and danger, cyberspace had been his sanctuary, a place where he could lose himself in the thrill of the chase and forget the pain that haunted his every waking moment.

Now, with that refuge snatched cruelly away from him, he was left to confront the grim reality of his own existence – and the cold, unyielding truth that he could never outrun his past.

Jack's hands shook as he tore open his closet, revealing the emergency bag he'd prepared for a moment like this. He could barely think straight, each breath catching in his throat as he fumbled to unzip it. He tried to persuade himself that he was a survivor, that he'd been through worse before, but the lies tasted bitter on his tongue.

"Dammit," he muttered, fingers slipping on the zipper, and he cursed himself for having so little time to escape. He pulled out his datagloves and neural interface, their cables tangled together like cybernetic serpents. With frenzied haste, he yanked them apart and tossed them into the bag.

"Where do I go?" Jack asked himself, his mind racing with possibilities as he considered the city's underworld. The Black Circuit? No, too obvious. The Neon Abyss? Perhaps, but only if he could find someone there to vouch for him. And then it hit him – the Null Sector. A haven for hackers, criminals, and all manner of digital deviants, it might just be the perfect place to disappear until the heat died down.

"Null Sector it is," he whispered, trying to quell the panic rising within him. He snatched up his holoprojector, the device that helped him navigate the virtual world, and shoved it unceremoniously into the bag before slinging it over his shoulder.

As he turned to leave, his eyes caught sight of a picture on the wall – a faded, worn photograph of him and his sister. His heart clenched painfully, and for a moment, he hesitated. But he couldn't afford sentimentality now. Swallowing hard, he forced himself to move, to abandon the past and focus on the present. On survival.

"Never thought I'd die this way," he mused bitterly, taking one last look at the squalid apartment that had been his home for so long. "Not in the goddamn meat."

Jack reached for the door, but before he could even touch the handle, it exploded inward with a deafening crash. Splinters of wood and twisted metal filled the air, and Jack was thrown back by the force of the impact, sprawling across the floor.

"Freeze!" barked a voice, and Jack looked up to see a squad of corporate police storming into his apartment, their weapons trained on him. Their armor gleamed like obsidian in the dim light, their faces hidden behind visors that gave them an unnervingly inhuman quality.

"Hands where we can see 'em," snarled another officer, and Jack could only comply, raising his hands in surrender as he stared down the barrel of a gun. He knew he should feel fear, panic, despair – but all he felt was a bone-deep exhaustion, the weight of his own existence finally bearing down on him.

"Get on your knees!" the first officer ordered, and Jack obeyed, sinking to the floor as the cold steel of handcuffs closed around his wrists. The adrenaline was already fading, leaving him numb and hollow, and as he stared at the wreckage of his life scattered around him, he couldn't help but wonder if this was truly the end.

"Who are you?" Jack asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Who do you work for?"

"Shut up," the officer snapped, giving Jack a shove toward the door. "You'll find out soon enough."

And with that, Jack was led away from the remnants of his world, swallowed up by a darkness that threatened to consume him entirely.

Notes:

As you can possibly tell, I was eagerly awaiting the launch of the System Shock remake when I generated this. Here's my synopsis for the chapter, which the AI used to generate beats:

Jack, a skilled hacker with a tragic past, spends his days working contract jobs for various corporations, exposing the weaknesses in their systems. He often visits a bar called The Void, where he has shallow conversations with other disenchanted hackers and occasionally exchanges information with Maya Patel, a seemingly vapid fan of pop culture with a hidden genius for social manipulation. At the bar, he is given a tip about a new corporate system that could be dangerous but lucrative to hack into.

Here are the beats I fed the AI -- not the longest set, but pretty close.

Introduce Jack hacking at his computer. Focus on vivid descriptions of Jack's squalid apartment and his moral conflict and cynicism. Jack pulls off a corporate espionage job by navigating a virtual world. He sends the information to his client. (Driver: Jack's moral conflict is that he began hacking to expose secrets in a corporate controlled society but has ended up selling them to the highest bidder in order to finance his continued life as a hacker. Use made-up brand names and fictional corporation names. Use detailed, literary descriptions of futuristic hacking. Focus on emotion and character traits.)

With his job finished, Jack goes for a drink at The Void, a bar full of cynical and embittered hackers. Vividly describe the atmosphere at the bar and its place in the complex culture of the city. where he meets other cynical hackers and engages in shallow, bitter conversations. He has an argument about politics with the bartender that gets him thrown out of the bar. (Guardrail: Focus on Jack's character traits and relationships with others. Use detailed, literary descriptions of atmosphere of bar.)

Walking home from the bar, Jack encounters Maya Patel, a seemingly vapid fan of pop culture who has a hidden genius for social manipulation. Maya is one of Jack's few friends and goes back to him with his apartment, where she worries about him. She masks this worry by saying that she only cares about him because he is a steady buyer of the secrets she extracts from media and corporations. (Character background: Maya is a genius social manipulator capable of helping Jack navigate the city's subcultures)

Maya gives Jack a tip about a new corporate system that could be both dangerous and lucrative to hack into. She warns him that it is mysterious and potentially risky, and appears to be tied to an offshore city. (Driver: Jack is motivated by the danger and potential reward of hacking into the new corporate system)

Jack prepares to hack the corporate system. Describe his preparations for the job and the way he plans to navigate cyberspace in order to access the system. Vividly describe his thrill at jacking into cyberspace and disengaging from his body and apartment. (Driver: Jack is haunted by his past and enjoys escaping into his relationship with computers.) Use detailed, literary, hardboiled descriptions of futuristic hacking as he begins the job.

Jack taps into the corporate system and orients himself. Vividly describe the experience of being in cyberspace, which is a strange and surreal decaying corporation-run virtual reality world described in literary prose. Jack wonders who the system belongs to and looks for important information that he could extract. Use a high-tech neo-noir style. (Guardrail: The scene should have an undertone of menace and mystery as Jack wonders who he is hacking and what the danger is. The hack initially appears too easy.)

Jack decides on some information to get from the system and we reach the climax of the hack. He reaches the information and pulls it out of the system. Use vivid, detailed, suspenseful fast-moving literary prose with an ominous undertone. (Character background: Jack is lost in the thrill of navigating cyberspace as it allows him to forget his real-world pain.)

As he hacks the information from the system, Jack is unexpectedly booted from cyberspace by the security systems. Vividly describe the pain of being suddenly torn out of virtual reality and thrown back into a miserable, decrepit existence in meatspace, as well as Jack's fear at the security alarms he has almost certainly tripped. (Driver: Cyberspace is the only reason Jack has for existing. Being overpowered in it challenges his belief in his own skill and threatens his emotional core. He is extremely miserable.) 9: Jack frantically attempts to escape his apartment before corporate security finds out where he is. Describe the process of taking his emergency bag and throwing his few high-tech possessions into it. Vividly describe his desperate plans to disappear into the underworld until he can evade capture. (Driver: Jack has made a horrible mistake that doesn't feel quite real, but he knows he'll get through it, because he's a survivor. It's not the first time he's gotten the attention of a corporation, but it won't be the last.) 10: Before Jack can escape, future corporate police bust down his door. End on a cliffhanger where Jack is captured by the police and doesn't know what's going to happen to him.

My process for each chapter was to let the AI generate a set of beats based on my description, then almost completely rewrite them, which is what happened here. Phrases like "vivid sensory detail" and "driver" parentheticals cropped up commonly in the autogenerated beats, so I ended up using them frequently in my own versions.

I was initially trying to get the AI to write in the reference-heavy style that I associate with a lot of cyberpunk, hence detailed names for corporations and so forth. Sudowrite was not very into this, so I soon gave up.

Introduction | Chapter 2

#ai generated #sudowrite #electric sea

[keydekyie]

I just had a random thought, have Kanai ever made themselves glasses before (or gotten humans to do it)? Also, do Kanai make themselves tool at all, like glasses or items that help those that are disabled, or do they not see the point in it? Further more, how do they treat those that are disabled in their society?

So in "modern" times, some Kanai do pursue aids like glasses, but to make glasses big enough for them, they'd have to be extremely heavy and fragile. Additionally, their nearsightedness isn't because of a flaw in their eye structure, it's just because of the natural way their eyes work. If they were going to correct that, they'd loose visual acuity up close, which is usually more important. At most I think a Kanai that really wanted to see long distances would have some goggle-type things that they only wear when they're doing whatever activity requires it.

How an individual Kanai is treated with a disability depends on their family and community. Some are more supportive, some are not. Some Kanai ascribe to a sort of survival-of-the-fittest ideology (they tend to be loners), many (including Ruyak and his family) are basically agnostic and could go either way, but still many more follow something called the Three Tenets:

Everything for all of us

All of us for each other

None mean to die

[these are going to come up in book III]

That second one encourages taking care of each other, so even if an individual can no longer make a physical contribution to the community for whatever reason, they'd still be taken care of. To those who follow the tenets, it'd be shameful to abandon a fellow of any age or ability to their fate.

That being said, some Kanai are loners that don't really enjoy living in groups with others, and they tend to end up passing away at a relatively young age. Because they all live so far apart, a loner who suffers a catastrophic injury and can't take care of themselves may go unassisted until it's too late.

Kanai don't really get critically ill (the magic that sustains their bodies prevents it, though they do age and they can have trouble with things like parasites, poison, and venom) and their injuries heal supernaturally fast, but they can break bones and lose limbs or eyes, and really serious injuries can have lasting effects, especially head injuries. So I imagine there are plenty of disabled Kanai that need to be cared for. Depending on the nature of the disability, it might not be very safe for them to venture far from their home den. It just depends.

I think a blind Kanai wouldn't have too hard a time living a normal life, but a deaf and blind Kanai would need a little more help. They'd still have their sense of smell and touch though, so they'd be able to forage and find food that doesn't run away, and they could set traps for prey. I also think they'd be able to at least partially understand other Kanai's speech through interpreting sensations of infrasound, so they could communicate that way.

An otherwise normal Kanai without a sense of smell would probably need more help surviving than a deaf and blind Kanai, honestly. A lost sense of smell would be devastating. Some Kanai keep roden and direroden as pets, though. Maybe someone with no sense of smell would keep around a sniffing-guide rodi? That's a fun idea.

As far as aids go, crafty Kanai will make aids for each other or themselves, like artificial stone claws for someone who lost their fingers, or a brace made from a tree for someone with joint or mobility problems. There have even been human blacksmiths that make stuff for Kanai in need!

Thanks for this ask! It's made me think.

#worldbuilding #kanai #tmatb #ask

[nosferatu-pvssy]

And can we talk about how the makeup is... non-existent? In this series to make you understand that someone is a vampire they apply on them goggle eyes and expect from us to not fucking start laughing at their clown faces. They really are trying to treat us as fools. There's nothing in that goddamn makeup that makes us understand that they're vampires. Nothing. EVEN IN TWILIGHT THE MAKEUP WAS BETTER, EVEN IN TWILIGHT MAKEUP AND LENSES MADE ME DREAM TO HAVE THEIR COMPLEXION AND FIERY EYES. IT'S SO TRUE WHEN THEY SAY THAT THE ONE OF THE GROUP YOU MOCK THE MOST WILL BE THE ONE THAT WILL OUTSMART YOU IN LIFE. It's true because it happened to us. Twilight has won. Twilight has always been that bitch and we knew.

And nooooo my little bitch who is about to comment "gnignignigni you say this only thinking about white skin!! It's easy to make white skin look translucent with makeup and good lights/editing!!" oooooooh no no no my bitch, because let me tell you that what they did with Laurent's skin was FLAWLESS. I was ENCHANTED when I looked at him. Mesmerized by how their SKIN looked VAMPIRESQUE. TWILIGHT!!! Now, it's true that the wigs were horrible in some scenes and the makeup wasn't always flawless, BUT THEY PROVED TO ME THAT THERE HAS BEEN EFFORT. While this producer is like "these ones are very stupid fans, they won't notice a damn thing because they only care about the show to be gay and to hear some random angsty sentences about how good it is to kill like God and blah blah blah" and put some lens found in the swamps in Louisiana, attached to their eyeballs to make them appear like a cross-eyed cat with rabies.

And believe me, I want it to be gay. It HAS to be. But I also want quality. They think they can exchange the two things. I EXPECT quality from a story that has as absolute protagonist BEAUTY. EXCELLENCE IN DECADENCE. HEDONISM. And now you tell me: but they have low budget!! Be accepting, tolerant and not discriminatory!! #nodiscriminationforlowbudgetseries #supportsmallbusiness #ruiningthingsisvalid #amcisvalid

NO. NO. I WON'T BE TOLERANT. Because if you have in your hands a project that you recognize as something with an enormous potential like this story and you KNOW you don't have enough budget for it, then you drop it. If you have respect for art, then you leave it to someone who has the means to make it flourish. But they didn't. And you know why? Very simple. Because they are exploiting the fame and the potential of this story to rebrand their whole company (which they also kind of admitted themselves but with more innocent-looking words, of course). Yes, they're still using the potential but only like 5% of it, which is the max their miserable company can handle. And you know why it will work? Because the potential of these books is so enormous that even that percentage is enough to attract the attention of an average amount of people, even to just have something to watch while you eat. And they know this. 😉✨

They know that Amc is not that famous. It has too few big names and if you take a look at all the other series that they produce you'd have a taste of how low their writing skills are. So the vampire chronicles was a juicy prey to use, to give luster to their name. The only inconvenience was that extraordinarily talented people to work with in the writing process and in the creation of settings and costumes are too expensive. So they downgraded everything, knowing that with the right strategic decisions in the advertising process, they would have bought the attention of the public. They also know that people's taste is generally mediocre and therefore they eat anything that the producers present on their plates, but that's for another time. Another strategic decision has been to shift this bookseries from horror to... fantasy? Gothic romance? Can we call it gothic if it's an insult to the gothic genre?? We can only call it edgy emo romance I think, because with those random edgy sentences about God and blood while such low quality goes on the screen makes me only think about two emo boys in love.

SO, since this is edgy emo romance now, they know that the audience the series will be exposed to is muuuuuuuuuch larger. And this will allow AMC to be known even more and much faster. It will give them prestige and status. So with some changes here and there on display, here you have the perfect advertisement done studying what people say on social media (and therefore not because they're genuinely good people who did the changes because they are 😇evolving✨😇), the perfect kind of targeted audience (which is us internet people who think we're so out of the schemes!! We're so smart!! Superior to normies!! We absolutely can't fall in marketing traps, am I right??? 😉😉😉). Horror is not only the splatter, the gore. It's also the psychological state it makes you live in. This means that the characters are abusive. Manipulative. Verbally violent. But Amc knows that people on tumblr dot com expects to receive life lessons by the same fucking monsters who would actually eat them alive if they met them in the streets. They know. They know. And they're exploiting this weakness that alters your judgment, your artistic taste. Not to give an example. To earn money. They understood that this is the new way to earn money with a tv series now.

And now you'll say: gnignignigni but what's the problem?? At least they're doing something good, I don't care if they do it just to earn money. YOU SHOULD CARE, YOU DUMB FUCK. Because when things are done in this way, representation is done awfully. In an artistic product there's no art. No quality, just a product to sell. Not something that will make history in the human race, but only one product in the sea of many others. Exploiting this era, in which we consume any type of tv series just because they're tv series, the trendy thing of the moment. They know this series will be watched for this reason too. The quality of a tv series for us it's not important anymore. We watch it anyway, like dogs who eat anything even when it's bad, what's important is that it's food right? That it's a tv series, right?

Even when it's sold repeating the key words that people on the internet write in their essays on tumblr dot com when they feel like playing the role of the sociologist. You really think you're too smart to be fooled, uh?

The deyassification of the vampire chronicles.

#Guys I'm furious tonight #This is really too much #the vampire chronicles #vc tv #lestat de lioncourt #daniel molloy #louis de pointe du lac #claudia vc #the vampire claudia #the vampire chronicles amc #interview with the vampire amc

[uncouth-the-fifth]

not alot of jon love in these prompts so could u pretty pls do 214 w him and a soft catwoman reader? 🥺 maybe they're having a one night stand on a rooftop and they both kinda don't want it to end, even if they're enemies?

214. "Take it off slowly," with Jon Kent.

i just reread all of the unity saga, so you got me at the perfect time!! I'm obsessed w that one panel where Jon’s about to punch Zod in space... my king 👑 fuck it I'm putting it here

You never imagined that Superman would be this soft.

Being called the Man of Steel, along with being literally invulnerable, implied that his skin was like metal. You imagined it was callousless, and impossibly, terrifyingly still, like any moment his grip could tighten and crush you into powder. That’s how the cellmates across from you in Arkham had described it. You personally doubted that Superman was this gentle with them.

In reality, his skin was smooth and his hands did have callouses, floating over your sides and squeezing your hips with heaps of control. With that much strength you figured it would be impossible to be gentle (it was impossible for you to touch a bubble without popping it, and to him, you must’ve been a frail one), and yet Superman was nothing but. His nails stroked gently at your thighs. His thumbs pressed into your belly. His hips rolled up into yours, his whole body coiled with pleasure. The only time you glimpsed even a little of his strength was when he pulled you back onto him, filling you up with a satisfied moan.

“Fuck,” you mewled. He was the biggest you’d ever been with.

For all his superspeed, you went slow. Superman was spread out beneath you, gauntlets thrown aside with your catsuit, his cape the only layer between your bodies and the concrete. You bounced in his lap like you had plenty to take out on him, which you did. This was the third time he’d stopped one of your heists. His little gift to you was letting you off easy instead of turning you in, but you knew he wouldn’t waste another opportunity to arrest you. This was the last straw. You may be stealing from the rich and giving to the poor, but all his stupid Kryptonian ears heard was stealing.

You hated him. A part of you truly did. But he was gorgeous and forgiving and sweet, sweeter than anyone had ever been to you, and you knew in your heart that he only fought you because of the law. You hated him, but he felt so good.

Scowling, you sunk your nails into the padding of his chest and dragged, dragged, dragged across that stupid symbol until you felt his bare abs clench. Even with your claws on, you couldn’t hurt him. He always joked that you treated him like a scratching pole, but there was this air to his voice that made you feel like he enjoyed it. Like maybe he even craved it.

Superman scooped up your hands in one of his and lifted, sitting up with your arms around his neck. Looking at him in the eye flushed your sensitive core with shame, but you still had your mask to hide behind. He didn’t. His cheeks were rosy and his lips were shiny from all the aggressive kissing you’d done. Sweetly, he sunk you deeper, rooting you to the base of his cock, and kissing you warmly. Superman tasted like cream chapstick and love. The third time his nose bumped the edge of your goggles, he swore.

You didn’t tell him you were close, but he knew anyway. Superman slowed, your limbs numb with adrenaline and lust, and tried to meet eyes with you behind your mask.

“W-wait,” he panted. Brave as ever, Superman gestured to your mask, “Take it... take it off. Slowly. I-I want to see your face.”

He’d seen it before. Still, you snapped back at him, “Why?”

“You get to see mine,” Superman soothed. His big, welcoming palm cupped your cheek, stroking your face like you were a precious treasure - not the thief stealing it instead. As the moment went on, you felt less like you were sitting in his lap and more like you were being hugged. Embraced.

“It doesn’t matter,” you replied, bitter, “we don’t even know each other’s names.”

Superman laid back on his hands, offended, and twisted his fingers in the cape you were using as a blanket. He looked at you like he knew this was going to be over soon, and both of you would be back to fighting any minute. He looked at you like that wasn’t what he wanted.

Softly, he said, “My name is Jon.”

Really? Jon is all you could come up with? You wanted to spit in his face. But he sat there like he’d pried open his chest for you to see his heart, like he was telling the truth - and as much as you hated him, you knew Superman never lied. 

His real name really was Jon.

When it hit you that Superman’s secret identity was now in your possession, you paused. The filthiness of fucking him like this drained out of you, first until you were hollow, then again until you were brimming with the compulsion to kiss him as wildly and romantically as you could. You hated him. But no one had ever treated you like this before.

In one pull, you slipped off your lenses and your cowl.

“...Y/N.”

Jon tested the name in his mouth. “Y/N, huh... I like that. It’s beautiful.”

You ignored him. Fisting your hands in his hair, you dragged him into a desperate, lasting kiss. Jon woke up for whatever daydream he was in and swooped his arms around your middle, groaning as you both started to move again. His throbbing cock rolled perfectly into your slick, filling your every ridge like it was meant for him, like you were meant for him. Supe—Jon, helped you on and off him, slanting your lips together in a starved dance. Your pussy ached more and more with every thrust. Even if this was faster than before, you felt your belly surge with butterflies. This wasn’t fucking. You were making love.

Soon, those butterflies were replaced with a hot, filling liquid. Jon parted from your lips to shudder and moan through his orgasm, spurred by your own. Every clench of your cunt drew more of him inside you. Once his cum flowed, it didn’t seem to stop, filling you the womb and brimming over until your lap was caked. It drooled from your pussy and hung from your thighs in sticky heaps. You clutched the trail of your orgasm as you held him - like you never wanted it to end.

Jon collapsed backwards, catching the breath he didn’t need spread out on his cape. You followed, your nose flooded with the smell of his sex, your cunt sobbing with his seed, and your cheek pressed to that stupid symbol. You touched it, shamefully enamored.

Tender as ever, Jon wrapped you up in his arms and squeezed you against him.

“Y/N,” he whispered, nuzzling your hair, “could we...?”

“Yeah,” you murmured, relaxing against his chest. “Yeah, Jon, we can...”

#jondami #jon kent x you #jon kent smut #jon kent #jon kent x reader #dc comics smut #dc comics #dc smut #dc #user uncouth #YES it is barely on in the afternoon where i am #am i still posting jon smut like a heathen? #fuck yeah #that's my superman babieee

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

Lesse lesse let’s go with Nanami’s home life and upbringing if that tickles your fancy

ALRIGHTY, LEMME TALK ABOUT NANAMI HEADCANONS

Ok first off: Nanami is a mama's boy

Was always close to his mom and would do anything to make her happy

Sends money to her sometimes just to make sure she's doing ok

She doesn't need the money, but if she talks about bills or anything, he'll send a check to her

She doesn't have to use it, but it's there if she needs it

I also believe he had at least one older sister, but I feel like he had two

I think they would be a bit older than him, like 5-10 years older

They really do treat him like a baby tho 🥺

Like Nanami was probs born when they were like 5 and 8 so he's just their wittle baby bwother

DOESN'T MATTER IF HE'S TALLER, HE'S STILL THEIR WITTLE BWOTHER 😤

I feel like his dad would go on business trips a lot so he wasn't home as often as the average dad was

So who raised him? Three women!!

That's why Nanami drinks his respect women juice without any complaints 🥰

Nah but really, Nanami's mama and sisters taught him how to respect ladies and be a gentlemen

By age six he was running ahead of his family to open the door for his mom and sisters

Was also the kind of kid who would walk old ladies across the street

Since he's the youngest and also the only boy, his mama babied him a LOT when he was little let's be honest, she still does

I'm talkin hugs, kisses, little notes in his lunchbox every day, the whole shebang

If he doesn't give his mama a goodnight kiss, there will be HELL to pay 😡

JK sksksk she's not mean, but she would definitely pull him to her and be like "Kento? 🥺 What's the matter? 🥺 No kiss for mommy?? 🥺💔"

And the he gives mommy a kiss 🥰

Definitely a chubby baby

Had the cutest chubby cheeks 🥺

Ppl would pinch CONSTANTLY and he got really grumpy about it a lot

But then he'd give the cutest angry pout and ppl just thought he was even cuter

Got his first pair of glasses when he was five

He had those little glasses that were pretty much sports goggles bc he was runnin around a lot chasing little animals

I think he liked animals a lot when he was a kid

Like he'd always get distracted walking to school, looking at cats and little chipmunks

Was never late, because he's a responsible young man, but he did waste a lot of time looking at animals sksksk

He did really well in school!

Mama never had to worry about his grades

His sister's grades weren't as good as his, but he was an overachiever so he was getting straight A's all the time

Definitely one of those "gifted kids"

Like he always excelled and kinda burnt himself out as he got older

That's why he thinks that you shouldn't put more effort than required into things: he's trying to avoid burnout!

He likes bread so much bc he and his mama would bake bread on the weekends

He got to knead the dough 😊

When he was younger, he used to bake bread for his teachers at the end of the year with help from his mama 🥺

He would help in the kitchen a lot and his mom really inspired his love of cooking

When he turned 18 and moved out, she gave him a big book with copies of her recipes

Yes, he cried when she gave it to him

Childhood was very good tbh, he had a very loving and supporting family

He got kind of rebellious during high school, going through his emo phase

He put his hair in front of his eyes and started listening to dark, grunge music and wrote a lot of poetry

Mama and sisters still treated him like a baby tho 😭

And then he'd get all pouty like "i'm not a baby! I'm fifteen 😡" and then they'd go awwww and pinch his cheeks

Nanami does get busy, but he always visits his family during the holidays, like New Years and a week or two during the summer

But he'd drop everything if his family needed him

Family always comes first to him

Even if it's just a lightbulb that keeps flickering, he'll come around and do his best to fix things

It's a good excuse to come home and relax for a while

I don't think they're far away, but I think they're around an hour away from where he lives

Mom and Dad are still married

Dad still works but he's getting close to retirement

His dad doesn't praise Nanami often, but when Nanami quit his salary job and went with a job that made him happier, his dad told him he was proud

His dad didn't know the details, but he did say that he was glad that Nanami wasn't stuck at a boring, 9-5 job like he was, and that he hoped Nanami experienced nothing but happiness in his new line of work

Kento doesn't know why, but hearing his dad say that made him really emotional and he had to excuse himself from the room for a minute

He kinda wants his family to move with him when he retires because he wants them all together in a relaxing place

He knows that's probably impractical, but he likes the idea of coming together for a family dinner every weekend

#ask #nanami kento #fluff #headcanons #☀️ asks

[lunartearrose]

Here is that skullvin piece i did to rid myself of some art block! I used that nice ingame screenshot i got too. Below in a readmore i have a nice little blurb of au angst(?) i thought up!

Oh, he was going to kill that nerd when he woke up. 

How could someone who claimed he wants order think this was okay to do to someone? How would forcing him to sleep with his stupid radio waves win a battle at all? Fighting his tiredness full-heartedly, Vintage tried his hardest to find a way to wake up. Nothing was working.

On his last resort, Vintage pinches his cheek as hard as he possibly can. He felt like he was getting somewhere for a moment, that maybe he'd be up enough to punch those stupid silver shades off the jerk's face…

But then, he felt a hand on his shoulder, and all at once the rage he built up was swallowed in the fog of this dream. An old friend was staring him in the face - confused as ever, and concerned like he used to be. 

"Don't worry about practice today." His friend said, "the others are sick anyways. Wanna hit the convenience store with me…?" 

It really did feel like reaching a beloved memory he wanted desperately to relive - the kind where he didn't have to worry about keeping up the name of X, when he could have  precious moments with someone… he really missed. 

That dream was much longer than his true reality, that much he knew. What felt like hours browsing for cheap sweets and spices, talking along the way, looking for ways to sneak food out for free - it was only a few minutes in reality. 

He tried continually to remind himself that - this wasn't real, this skull wearing his current gear and treating him so well, it simply didn't exist. But despite what he knew, he found himself hating the idea of abandoning this moment, or telling this skull he wasn't real. Just for a small moment, he wanted to believe what could've been, had they not become obsessed with an idea of power.

On their way out the store, they chatted happily as they walked slowly on the road back home. Skull carried many more bags, proud to show off his physical strength. Vintage smiled, almost genuinely…

And at that moment, his will had started to return, with memories of the present situation. He had a feeling he'd be waking up from this dream soon. 

So vintage moved closer to this mirage of skull. He wrapped his arms around him, and squeezed tightly. It took that skull a moment to register this, just like the real one would, before he hugged back, wordlessly confused. He felt warm, and all too real. 

"I really do wish it was different sometimes…" vintage admits, unusually finding it hard to talk right. "I miss this so much." 

The dream that was skull hummed softly. "You don't have to miss me. We see each other all the time." 

That much was true. They used to walk together all the time… and now, after everything, they still see each other. But they never talk. 

So, vintage simply nodded. "We'll talk again… right?" 

And he feels the skull nod in turn. "Of course." 

Vintage could hear a voice calling. No, several - they were frantic, trying to get him to wake. He gives that skull one last squeeze-

And awakens to a harsh reality. He was on the floor, double-egg supporting his upper half while omega made him drink another sip of water. Even red seemed freaked out by his state. He felt a dampness by his eyes...

As memory of who gave him such a cruel dream resurfaces, vintage is overtaken by a sickly sort of rage.

"Where is that bastard…?" Vintage asks them.

"He took you off his team, like, three matches ago! The guy's an insane jerk, making you go through like 20 matches back to back, and he kept tryin to use you against us when we tried to beat him up!" Red exclaims.

"He's fighting more team chaos now, with a separate team. Goggles,prince, skull, and bobble. They're doing their thing… as you'd expect." Omega explains. 

"Sounds like he's about to get a loss, then." Vintage says as he attempts to stand, "Let's catch the end. Then i can beat that nerd to hell and back." 

But as vintage stood, he suddenly felt a horrible soreness as his legs buckled underneath him. Luckily, eggshades and red were fast enough to catch him. 

"Woah! No more fights for you, i guess!" Red says. 

"I'll keep an eye out for him for ya. For now, i don't think it's good for you to stand…" eggshades says. 

Vintage huffed angrily. "I want to watch the fight at least…"

Omega nods. "I figured as much. I'll grab you a chair. Guys, could you help him move?" 

"Yes ma'am!" His two teammates reply half-sarcastically, and each take part in supporting vintage enough to let him at least feel like he was standing, maybe.

"...Thanks." vintage says, then adds a bit softly, "and... thanks for sticking by me while i was out, too." 

On either side of him, his friends smile.

"Oh? Was that a thank you?" Red says, eagerness clear in her voice.

"How could we not? You're our leader." Eggshades says, sounding like his confidence got boosted a bit more.

"...And as our leader, you're a friend, too." Omega tells him as she returned with a nice little folding chair.

Despite everything, their words brought a small smile to his face. The past was nice to think of, and yes, maybe he could patch things up, but the support he had now definitely has a place in his heart.

"Thanks… now let's watch that nerd get his ass beat."

(... here's the screenshot too btw ^^)

#coroika #skullvin #skull kun #s4 skull #vintage xblood #xbloods #splatoon2 #splatoon #コロイカ #スプラトゥーン2 #rbs are welcome i did much work on this uwu #interpret this however u want

[willymywonkers]

Maude Figgle: CATCF OC

Old gum, is all you'll ever be to me

I spit you out, and brush my teeth

Marjorine Candace Figgle was born January 13th to Madison and Ray Figgle. Both of her parents where workaholics and was mostly left in the care of her grandmother, Agnes.

She lived in London for most of her life, and liked the idea of traveling. However, as she go older she got comfortable in her little apartment.

Maude has dark brown eyes, as well as dark brown hair.

She's incredibly intelligent, and has her bachelor's degree in Chemistry, as well as biological science.

Maude is roughly in her early thirties, but I am not sure what her age should be.

Her father used to put really high expectations on her, which caused her to go into a depression in high-school, and to this day, Maude still has doubts on whether or not she's good enough.

Maude was friends with Willy during her time in London, and they were extraordinarily close. Willy and Maude were a dynamic duo, making weird experiments together. Willy was frankly a germaphobe so whenever Maude was experimenting with roadkill (yes she would do that..) Will would just sit back and watch. Maude encouraged Willy to try some chocolate, and what do you know, he actually became hooked.

Despite being incredibly intelligent, Maude has ADHD, and it causes her to be extremely distracted. If she wants to stay focused, she has to chew on a piece of gum. It has been her coping mechanism since she was a young.

Will used to hate Maude's habit of chewing on gum, but as time progressed, he got used to it up until she left the company.

Maude likes to knit and play the violin. She plays it whenever she's feeling sad, and it's usually in a minor key. When she's knitting, she's usually very happy.

Maude became Charlie's chemistry teacher, when she moved back to London a few years back. She loves Charlie very much, and she's very sympathetic to his family's situation. She became close to the Buckets after a Parent-teacher conference about Charlie's grades.

Maude was married once before to a man named Ron Duncan. He was incredibly abusive to her, both emotionally and physically. She had met Ron when she was working with Willy in the factory, and she sort of fell in love with him.

Willy didn't seem to like Ron at all. At this time, he was in denial about feeling anything towards Maude, and passed it off as some strange feeling. He saw how blindly happy Maude was, and wanted her to feel like that all the time. Eventually, Ron proposed to Maude, and she said yes.

Will helped Maude with the wedding, despite feeling awfully depressed about the whole ordeal. During this time, candy sales began to fail, as well as some major thievery. Ron, of course, was in on the taking. He stole Maude's and Willy's ideas right under their noses.

A year in their marriage, and Maude was already miserable. Ron had a short temper, and kept wanting more from Maude. He'd hurt her if he didn't get his way. She'd walk into the factory with sunglasses or goggles on to hide the shiners around her eyes. She distanced herself from Willy every day, so that he wouldn't see how Ron treated her.

When Ron opened up his new candy shop, that was the only time Maude saw him happy, the idea of the candy shop wasn't even his. He took away all her passion for candy. One day, Ron asked her to leave Wonka's business forever.

Maude refused. Unfortunately, her standing up to him made Ron, even more angry. He broke her arm that night, and did other horrendous things to convince her otherwise. She finally agreed.

That very day, Willy Wonka shut down his factory forever.

Maude was sent into a great depression. She wouldn't speak to Ron, unless he made her. Her arm was put into a cast. She absolutely despised her husband.

After Wonka's factory closed, Ron's business began to boom. Everyone seemed to want Ron's bootleg Wonka bars, however Maude had a plan to sabotage his business. After a newstory got out about Ron, putting rat poison in the chocolate. His business seemed to be under fire.

One night, he felt like the world was out to get him. There were so many stories about his chocolate being awful. He looked to Maude for some sympathy. Unfortunately, the only thing he got that night were divorce papers.

As well as the prenup, Maude and him signed on their wedding night. She received half of a million dollars during the divorce. Maude donated most of it to charities around the world. She also used it to get her teaching certification.

Once Ron's business ran into the ground, Wonka's factory had smoke coming from the chimneys.

Maude had reunited with Willy, once Charlie won the factory.

As for Willy and Maude's relationship now, they're still getting used to being around each other again. Despite years being apart, Willy still has those strong feelings for Maude.

Willy is very happy that Ron is finally out of Maude's life, but he's completely unaware of the trauma Ron put her through.

Maude needs some time to adjust, but slowly she's finding her passion for candy making.

#catcf #catcf 2005 #willy wonka #maude figgle #maude and willy #catcf fan character #catcf oc #maude's bio #maudecore

[that-bajan-kid]

Boku No Hero Academia Chapter 260 SPOILERS

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Are we switching to Hawks this chapter?

Nope nevermind here we go.

It's so satisfying to here that monster scream.

Oh Mic is here too. Ha he's really in trouble.

Oh no don't be concerned for him just run. You don't need to be here.

So he does have a quirk.

Tsukauchi is saying it's a quirk that alters his age, like AFO's Longevity quirk.

My question is, was Ujiko born quirkless and then gave himself the longevity quirk? Or was it the case where he didn't realise he had a quirk until much later in life and everyone just thought he was quirkless? Cause since the quirk keeps him relatively young/ slows down the aging process then I would imagine it wouldn't really be noticible in a toddler. Or maybe AFO just gave him the quirk so he would live as long as he could? If I had a Doctor that could keep me alive when half of my face was LITERALLY GONE I would want him to live forever too.

Tsukauchi goes on to say the hyper regeneration quirks the Noumu have are suuuuuuper rare which means Ujiko probably duplicated them. If he can replicate quirks like that then he doesn't really need AFO, does he?

Speaking of which, does that mean he could have actually copied AFO (the quirk, not the person)?

This is making me nervous.

OH SHIT MIC BITCH SLAP HIS ASS!!! THIS IS FOR SHIRIKUMO BITCH!!!!

The shadow over Mic's face in the first panel really adds an ominous, I'm-so-mad-i-could-kill-you-right-now feel to his presence.

So the two bystanders from before step between Mic and Ujiko, preventing Mic from delivering some sweet, sweet justice in the form of the back of his hand. The guy with horns wants to know what they want with Ujiko and if they have any proof that the kind, innocent, beloved Doctor has done any thing wrong. To which Enji's immediate reaction is to push the horn guy out of the way and tell him to get the fuck out.

The hospital is now completely evacuated, save for the two hopefully misinformed bystanders with Enji and the others rn.

Aizawa (at least I think it's him) starts talking about how it would be best to finish the raid without any fighting and since the Noumu are empty husk without their orders all they need to do is get Ujiko, which they do.

YOU MESSED WITH THE WRONG PRO HEROES BITCH!!

THE GOGGLES ARE OFF. HE WANTS YOU TO SEE HIS EYES WHEN THEY TAKE YOU DOWN.

(Aizawa looks really hot there tho ngl)

I don't like how Ujiko is smiling in that last panel.

Miruko is heading down a hall way and tHE NOUMU ARE LOOSE.

Two things.

Those bystanders are dead now right?

HE WAS A CLONE THIS WHOLE TIME ARE YOU SHITTING ME-

Where the fuck is he then? Is he even in the hospital? Did he have Twice clone him so he could make an appearance at the hospital or did he copy Twice's quirk and make the clone himself.

Shit what if he gave Twice's quirk to a high-end Noumu?

As he is dissolving, Ujiko is taunting the pros about how they should have been more prepared if they new about his quirk replication skills, not that they could possibly hope to defeat him.

The real Ujiko is in his lab checking on Shigaraki, who has been upgraded from conscious and in excruciating pain, to unconscious and in his own personal Noumu tank. How nice. Shiggy is starting to look awfully Noumu-y in his new tank.

Ujiko is ranting about his Life's Work (roll credits) which is apparently the all the quirks he collected from and people he's killed/ Noumufied. IsN't hE tHe bESt?

Each of those chips has a quirk in them. He got those from kids, his patients, the elderly. He defiled the dead to get those. God I hope he suffers.

Miruko is plowing through those Noumu like they're nothing. YAS QUEEN.

NO HE'S GETTING AWAY!!! John-chan is honestly really terrifying to look at.

I think not bitch. Fuck you think you going boy?

We are once again treated to that glorious look of pure, unadulterated FEAR on his face. No more fake outs I hope.

Two double page spreads in a row. Noice.

Honestly, with everything that happened with last week's chapter, I was kinda scared they weren't gonna do a chapter this week.

Ok so. I think Miruko is gonna end up fighting a high-end and/ or Shigaraki if my theory of him waking up early pans out.

Or we might end up switching to one of the other teams or maybe even Hawks. Miruko has got John-chan and Ujiko taken care of (probably) so the raid on the PLF mansion might happen next.

All in all, I liked this chapter. Especially Mic and Aizawa's interactions with Ujiko. I kinda wish they were the ones to take him down but this is fine too. Anyway that's it.

Until next time.

#boku no hero academia #boku no hero academia spoilers #bnha #bnha manga #bnha manga spoilers #bnha chapter 260 #bnha chapter 260 spoilers #HEY GUESS WHO'S CLASS MIGHT GET CANCELLED BECAUSE IT DOESN'T HAVE ENOUGH STUDENTS #THIS GAL #i don't think my sanity can take much more of a beating #what little of it i have left anyway

[missluthorwillseeyounow]

Trust (SuperCorp Criminal Minds AU)

I have 2 SuperCorp versions of this. This is currently my favorite one. Born mostly because Katie in Kevlar is HOT. 

DISCLAIMER: I know nothing about the FBI, law enforcement or intelligence agencies, sorry. Also, for the FBI agent watching me, THIS is what all those searches were for, and nothing else:

⦁ The BAU (Behavioral Analysis Unit) team in this AU is led by J'onn, and consists of Alex, Maggie, James, and Winn. Brainy is their technical analyst. Sometimes I add Sam in as the PR liaison in the team, and Nia as an FBI trainee. 

⦁ Lena is in the team, too. She's a transfer from Interpol, and she's had years of experience in profiling, suspect and victim identification, as well as infiltration, under her belt (I also hc that she worked with the CIA and the MI6, mostly in intel, profiling and undercover work). In this version, I kinda put her in Prentiss's role, but y'know, more Lena Luthor-esque.

⦁ Lena is still a Luthor in this one. Lex is a serial killer, and this is part of the reason why Lena took an interest in criminal profiling, and joined the BAU in the first place. She feels responsible for not stopping Lex before he could kill at least 47 people (that they know of).

⦁ Lex started killing when Lena was ten. She'd been shipped off to boarding school, and she didn't know about it. During the holidays when she returned to Luthor Manor, she didn't see it at first, because Lex was very clever at hiding it, but soon, she begins to see signs of his psychopathy.

⦁ In one version of this story, Clark is a reporter who, like Lena, made the connection between Lex and the murders. One night after dinner with the Luthors, Clark sneaks into Lex's study to find evidence he can use for his story. 

He’s rummaging in a desk when he hears a voice from the doorway.

"You won't find anything there." Clark whips around to find Lena standing there, silhouetted against the light coming from the hall. He tenses, thinking she's about to tell her brother what Clark was doing. 

"If Lex really is behind these murders, and I know you think he is, you won't find anything there. He's not foolish enough to hide evidence here." 

Clark doesn't say anything, he just stares at her. Lena pauses, looking away. "I... I didn't want to believe it. Not Lex... He wouldn't..." Steel injects itself into her green gaze. "But the more time I spend with him, the more clearly I see the truth. You see it too, don't you?" 

Clark straightens up and nods gravely. “Yes.”

⦁ I haven't thought it through quite yet, but they get the FBI involved, including one agent on the fast track to unit chief, J'onn Jonzz. He meets Lena only briefly, and he's struck by the young girl's keen intelligence and remarkable calm. He's the one who suggests that she consider a career in profiling and criminal psychology.

⦁ Fast forward 12 or so years later, Lena is on the BAU with the others. For the sake of her anonymity (and also because it was necessary for her undercover work), she's erased all connections to Lex and the Luthors (including old photographs and newspaper articles until the name Lena Luthor is but a footnote in the Luthor history with nothing to tie her to who she is now). She's also changed her last name to her birth mother's (and just because I'm also an Adlocker, I hc that her last name now is Wolfe but whatever).

⦁ She's very professional, is revered by the younger agents in the Bureau, well-respected by her colleagues and highly praised by her superiors (they all secretly call her "The Ice Queen"). But she's very guarded and keeps everyone at arm's length, doesn't go out for after-work drinks with the others, practically sleeps with one eye open -- years of working undercover and living with a serial killer will do that to you.

⦁ Until a certain promising young recruit comes along. Special Agent Kara Danvers is new in town -- adopted sister of Agent Alex Danvers, the cousin of one of J'onn's old friends (I don't think teaming family members up is actually allowed in the FBI, so some suspension of disbelief is required here). Since he doesn't want to be accused of nepotism in his own team, he asks Lena to oversee her training and transition into the team herself.

⦁ Kara's sunny demeanor couldn't clash more with Lena's icy, professional front. Lena approaches the task with thinly-veiled impatience and something remarkably close to disdain. 

However, Kara quickly proves to be more than a perky attitude and a pretty smile. She squirms at blood, which Lena is initially quick to exploit (What FBI profiler can't stand the sight of a bludgeoned corpse? "We profile serial killers here, not celebrities in high-waisted jeans.") -- but Kara displays true empathy to the victims and their families, she's sensitive to other people's emotions and knows just what to say to get a reluctant victim or witness talking. She's extremely dedicated to catching the unsubs, and relentless in her investigation, and she's extremely handy to have around in a crisis.

⦁ Lena finds this last part out when they're on a case, trying to find a missing girl. The team is headed to the unsub's apartment, but on a hunch, Lena heads to an abandoned warehouse near the apartment, with only Kara as backup. They enter the warehouse, and just as they're clearing the rooms and checking for the missing girl, the unsub attacks Lena and manages to pin her to the ground, choking her. Kara gets there just in time to shoot the unsub in the leg, saving Lena's life.

⦁ Later that evening, Kara and the rest of the team go to the bar to celebrate. Lena is absent, as usual. 

Just as Kara is getting another round of drinks at the bar, a low, smoky voice interrupts her. "Didn't profile you as a drinker, Danvers. I wonder what other surprises you're hiding behind those glasses and cardigans." 

Kara squeaks and turns to see Lena behind her. "Agent Wolfe! I didn’t expect to see you here-- No, these aren't all for me, I--"

Lena's face softens at Kara's babbling, and she takes a few of the shot glasses from Kara's hands. "You know, I have a rule... Anyone who saves my life gets to call me Lena." 

Kara blushes profusely at the other woman’s arched eyebrow. "Well then, if I'm calling you Lena--" 

Lena smirks. "Kara it is, then." 

For the first time -- much to the gaping surprise of the rest of the team she's worked with for years -- Lena joins them for a post-case drink.

⦁ To everyone's -- and no one's -- surprise, the pair quickly become the best of friends. 2 days into their friendship, Lena starts jokingly calling her Supergirl. 3 weeks later, they start grabbing lunch together. 

3 months in, Kara sends Lena a video of herself petting a St. Bernard on the street only to be bowled over in a mass of furry paws and puppy licks -- and the cadets Lena is training are even more bowled over to hear the "Ice Queen" laugh (of course, they're later treated with a scorching glare and a sharp reprimand, but it's a revelation just to discover that she's actually physically capable of laughing). 

By 6 months, the whole department is in a secret "will they or won't they" betting pool. A year in, and every other department has stakes in the pool (Alex publicly condemns the pool, but secretly has Maggie bet a hundred bucks for her that "they will" by winter next year).

⦁ But despite their growing closeness, Lena has yet to tell Kara about Lex, or about her life working undercover for Interpol (which includes a decidedly less-good Kate Kane). She decides to bury it in the past, (wishful) thinking that it belongs there. Lena is no longer the same teenager betrayed by her brother when he killed forty people. Nor is she "Lauren Reynolds", the undercover "arms dealer", who had betrayed Valhalla, the woman who commanded a terrorist cell by day and worshiped Lena’s body by night (yes, I put Kate in the role of Ian Doyle). 

So she keeps silent. About Lex. About Kate Kane and Valhalla. About the beautiful little boy with wide, trusting eyes, who was not her son, but whom Lena had loved and protected all these years as if he were.

⦁ There are too many secrets, Lena decides, as she shoves them all one by one into their little boxes, clamping the lid securely shut. Kara is too good to be tainted by any of them. Kara, who gets squeamish at the sight of blood, but resolutely hunts each killer like an avenging angel. Kara, who somehow, still believes in the good in people, and when she realizes that there is very little of that to be found in Lena Wolfe or Lena Luthor, Kara will hate her as much as Lena hates herself.

But then the day comes when Lena receives a package in the mail. She reaches in and pulls out two things: a four-leaf clover, and a surveillance photo of Kara and Lena having lunch together. On the back of the photograph are three cryptic little words that fill her with dread: “See you soon.”

[yeah, so I’m binge-watching Criminal Minds with these AU-goggles firmly in place now] Should I continue this????

#supercorp #katie mcgrath #melissa benoist #lena luthor #supergirl #kara danvers #alex danvers #j'onn j'onzz #clark kent #lex luthor #criminal minds #fanfic #supercorp au #i just had to get this out of my head