#red bionical city

[zegalba]

H.R. GIGER: Red Biconical City & Victory (1983)

#h.r. giger #red bionical city #red totem #victory #red #art #gothic #horror #futurism #1983

[fengqingtrashgolbin]

alright go on then. fengqing for the ask game

Yay ok <3

SO

- Gives nose/forehead kisses

FX gives MQ nose kisses AND rubs his nose against MQ's own because he's cute and sappy like that.

MQ kisses FX between on the forehead when he frowns to get him to relax his brows. He says he only does it because "You're going to get wrinkles and people will think I'm dating some old fuck."

- Gets jealous the most

Hands down MQ.

FX cannot for the life of him get a hint when someone hits on him and he thinks people are simply friendly. MQ won't say something but anytime some poor person tries to talk FX up, MQ is right there behind him staring daggers in their soul. FX still wanders why the nice lady at the gym stopped talking to him after that one time MQ went to practice with him.

- Picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive

Cannon MQ can't drink. SO modern au MQ is a fucking lightweight. SOOOO when MQ goes out for drinks with HC and HX (they're goth besties) and they drink like they both have bionic livers, he tries to keep up. He fails miserably and he ends up practically hugging the counter mumbling about how hot his boyfriend is and how he should tell him he loves him more often. FX picks him up after HC calls him. The drive to their house from the bar is 15 minutes but they make it 25 minutes cause MQ keeps trying to climb on FX's lap while he drives. "NOOOOOO. YOU DONT GET IT. I LOVE YOU LET ME HUG YOU."

"MQ. Baby. I get it.BUT GET OFF ME WE'RE GONNA FUCKING CRASH."

- Takes care of on sick days

Both<3

FX is whiny when he's sick and he needs CONSTANT attention. MQ is with him 24/7 checking up on him, making sure he eats, drinks fluids and gets his meds (and forehead kisses).

MQ won't ever admit being sick. But knowing him as long as he does, FX can see the signs. Runny nose, red eyes, zoning out. But FX also knows that MQ won't accept help so he's learned to be stealthy with it. If he succeeds in getting MQ to sleep on their bed, he knows that when morning comes he'll stay there, huddled under the covers and accept his boyfriend's care.

- Drags the other person out into the water on beach day

MQ goes to the beach exclusively because that's one of the only places where he can show of his swimsuit collection (he designs and makes them by himself). He won't even go out under the sun because he'll be damned if he let's himself get sunburns, or even worse, tan lines. FX does not give a flying fuck about all that and literally drags MQ by the foot in the water, because "He's being stupid as fuck."

- Gives unprompted massages

FX when MQ has spend 9+ hours on his desk, working non stop on some project. Talking to him won't make him leave his work unfinished, but these massages make him melt under FX hands.

- Drives/rides shotgun

They both do both. But MQ prefers being the one driving in the city especially when there's traffic, because FX is very vocal in his complaints about other people's driving (rage road galore).

- Brings the other lunch at work

In my mind MQ works from home as a fashion designer and FX works as a personal trainer in a gym. So I don't know about lunch BUT when MQ passes by the gym FX works at he brings him smoothies .

- Has the better parental relationship

Both. But MQ is a huge mama's boy so this is his prompt <3. MQ's mom loves FX's as her own son at this point and the both join her for dinner every week.

- Embarrassingly drunk dancer

FX has to get A LOT of alcohol in his system in order to get drunk. But when he manages to get there. He's unstoppable. It doesn't matter whether they're in a pub or a club he WILL get on the bar and dance. A couple of years ago, they celebrated PM's birthday in a newly opened club. PM made him drink 7 shots in a row and he ended up on the bar almost stripping to "It's raining men". MQ has the whole thing on video and says it was one of the most embarrassing moments of his life (he won't show the video to anyone though because FX saw him, winked at him, and the sound he made in response to that is the actual thing he's embarrassed about).

- Still cries watching Titanic

FX. And MQ makes fun of him for it.

- Firmly believes in couples costumes

MQ makes costumes for the both of them every Halloween. Last year they went as Morticia and Gomez Adams. FX was sure that they would win the costume contest but XL and HC won instead. They were dressed as salt and pepper shakers and MQ is convinced HC threatened the judges somehow.

- Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas

FX because MQ still won't buy expensive stuff for himself, even though he can easily afford to now. They will go shopping, MQ will see a bunch of clothes he wants to buy but won't buy them because "That's too expensive I don't need it." FX keeps a mental list of all those things and when Christmas comes around he buys what he thinks MQ will like best and spends an embarrassing long time wrapping it it in ugly wrapping paper.

- Makes the other eat breakfast.

FX has a very strict diet routine because of his job. So he gets up, washes up, and makes breakfast. Pancakes, waffles, omelets, oat bowls, avocado toast, you name it. MQ on the other hand gets up from bed, does his 12 step morning skin care routine, practically inhales a cup of americano and gets straight to work. FX gas been trying to get MQ to eat breakfast with him ever since they started living together. Sometimes he succeeds, sometimes he fails, sometimes he ends up with egg in his hair.

- Remembers anniversaries

MQ keeps track of all their anniversaries. ALL of them. First date. First kiss. First introduction to Ju Yang. First day in their joint apartment. He insists they celebrate all of them. The only date he can't remember is when they first met and it drives him insane.

- Brings up having kids

FX gets to have Cuo Cuo two weekends per month. The first times were chaos. He was not equipped to handle a baby. He doesn't have the patience or the mental strength. But then MQ started helping out. And he magically made everything better. He could make Cuo cuo stop crying with a hug. He could get him to stop biting with a firm "Sweetheart, stop that."

So one day, when they were hanging out in their living room, MQ on the carpet playing with the kid FX starts thinking. Of how MQ wasn't there for CC's first year but he still acts and feels like a parent. And how that's unfair because at this point MQ IS CC's parent and he should have gotten the chance to be there. FX thinks if they had a kid, he could give that to him and it warms his heart. He waits until they put CC to bed and cuddles MQ on the couch.

FX "You know, seeing you with CC, I keep thinking about how sweet you would be with an even younger baby."

MQ "How and why would I have a younger baby?

FX "Well, I could give you one"

FX winks and MQ gets up, kicks him on the shin and heads to the bathroom to "prepare for bed" pretending he's not thinking about whether their baby would have FX's golden eyes or his own silver hair.

I know I went a bit overboard. I can't write actual fics because my attention span is close to zero. So when I see mini HC prompt I go all out. Also I love them way too much.

#fengqing #heaven officials blessing #mxtx tgcf #tgcf #mu qing #feng xin #tgcf headcanon

[truffle-draws-turtles]

Bionic AU - characters - Raph

Headcanons:

33 years old

Isn't afraid to be alone anymore

Is working as a bodyguard in the hidden city

Got a huge fight with big Mama

Is dating a mutant named "Mona Lisa" *coughcough*

Ninpo: red (power)

Weapon: two sai

Raph wasn't there when the conflict with the EPF happened. Blames himself for Donnie getting injured.

Leo

Part one

Bionic AU masterpost

Doodles which taking place before the incident

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Masterpost

Reblogs are very welcome ^^

#bionic au #villian donnie au #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #unpause rottmnt #rottmnt art #my art #rottmnt raphael #rottmnt raph #future raph #raphael hamato #raph #raph tmnt #f!raph #rise raph #rottmnt donnie #rise donnie #aged up characters #character design

[chaoticm0therfvcker]

Tending to Wounds (PureCacao modern au)

@janayuga here you go, some purecacao angst/fluff 🍦🍫

As a police officer, Dark Cacao did as much as he could to protect his home city, though most of his patrols were very calm. He mostly just disciplined young punks who he caught shoplifting and handed out the occasional speeding ticket or DUI.

Today however, was different.

While patrolling a crowded shopping area in the center of the city, he found some people harassing passersby. They were smacking things out of people’s hands, trying to mug people, and were shouting something about “joining the cookies of darkness”, whatever that was supposed to be. Knowing he needed to stop this, Cacao jumped in, approaching a very large and burly man with waist-length fluffy hair that resembled the fur of a werewolf. Gripping the man’s shoulder, Cacao yanked him back and turned his body so they were face to face.

“What the hell are you doing?” Cacao demanded.

The man barked out a raspy chuckle. “Well, what do we have here, some knight in shining armor trying to fight off the most powerful gang in town.”

A younger man with reddish skin and a vibrant red bionic arm appeared behind the burly man. “So, a police officer decided to show up and try to stop us. You know, us cookies of darkness are much more powerful than we appear, and all we’re doing is finding new recruits to give their loyalty to Mother.”

So, that’s who the cookies of darkness were.

“What you’re doing here is harassment,” Cacao growled, “try and recruit people all you want, but you will be arrested today, arrogant whelps.”

“Aww, he’s kinda cute when he’s mad!” The burly man gushed, “Choco, Licorice, come see this!”

Two other men approached them, one with dark skin and silky, black hair with a single white stripe going through it, and a pale, scrawny man with a cloak and greasy black hair pulled back into a ponytail.

Cacao recognized the one with the white streak in his hair as his eldest son, Dark Chocobut he prayed that it was someone else with a similar appearance.

Unfortunately, he didn’t have much time to reminisce on his eldest son, because the four men pounced on him like a pack of wolves.

They clawed at him, threw punches, ripped up his uniform, and even used previously concealed weapons. Dark Cacao did everything he could to defend himself and attack the group in return, but soon he found himself too weak to fight back.

Luckily, the gang decided to abandon his injured body, and Dark Cacao found himself driving to his home, hoping that his husband, Pure Vanilla, could tend to his wounds.

“Are you mad?” Cacao asked, glancing at his stone-faced husband.

“No.” Pure Vanilla replied, his voice deadpan as he took off Cacao’s tattered uniform and sanitized his wounds.

“You sound mad.” Cacao mumbled, looking down timidly.

Vanilla huffed and put down his sanitizing equipment, walking to the cabinet to grab a roll of bandages. “What will it take for you to realize that you can’t just throw yourself into danger like that?”

“I’m sorry,” Cacao said, “but those arrogant whelps-”

“I don’t care about how arrogant they were!” Pure Vanilla retorted, “you could have died. I know you want to protect the city, but you’re no good to the city if you’re dead.”

“I’m sorry!” Dark Cacao repeated, his voice raising in volume.

Pure Vanilla didn’t reply right away that time, and Cacao could see his eyes glassing over with tears.

“I could have lost you today…”

Dark Cacao started feeling himself tearing up as well. “What else was I supposed to do? They were harassing random people in the street!”

“You could have called for backup and waited for other officers to arrive.” Pure Vanilla replied weakly.

Dark Cacao sighed.

“I love you, you know that? You’re my shining light.”

“I know, Cao. I love you too.” Pure Vanilla mumbled, smiling weakly and grasping Cacaos hand, “I just wish you would stop putting yourself into such dangerous situations.”

“I promise I’ll cut back on the dangerous stuff,” Dark Cacao replied, “besides, I’ve been planning to resign soon.”

Once Pure Vanilla was finished dressing Cacao’s wounds, he helped him up and pressed a kiss to his husband’s lips. “Go upstairs and get some rest, I’ll be up soon with a glass of water and an ice pack.”

Dark Cacao nodded, limping upstairs with some help from Vanilla, finally allowing the tears in his eyes to fall.

He knew he would have to tell Pure Vanilla about Dark Choco eventually, but he knew that now was not the time.

#cookie run kingdom #cookie run #crk #crk modern au #dark cacao cookie #pure vanilla cookie #purecacao #purecacao angst #purecacao fluff #dark choco cookie #cookies of darkness

[chris-continues]

A Strange Encounter…

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Cyberpunk Edgerunners AU (Trigun)

Vash The Stampede/Reader

WORD COUNT: 740

Synopsis: you encounter a strange man amidst the bar you lounge around. He gives you a job offer..

The usual thrum of boisterous customers fills the Afterlife, the staccato tapping of your nails against the counter is partly what keeps you sane. The buzzing of the overheard lights, drunkards wrapping their arms around unsuspecting individuals,

Yet here you were. Alone.

Bass boosts with boisterous fun, some small girl causing a racket in showcasing the newest chrome in exchange for excited jeers and cheers of some sleazy men she’d catch the attention of.

“..poor thing, you know?”

A man sits at the barstool beside you, blonde hair tinged to different shades under the colored lighting of the club. A royal blue, as of now. His eyelashes flutter as his head cocks over to the girl, his eyes trailing after your previous gaze.

“Eh”, you shrug, “It’s how things are. Surely, you should know that?” You can feel your voice edging further into a drawl, observing him more. Big red jacket, large collar. Pretty plain. He’s a relatively organic guy save for his bionic arm, the ports available at his neck standard with no crazy enhancers. “Or.. not.” Your eyebrows furrow at this revelation.

He chuckles at that, “Haha, maybe!” Hand moving to scratch the scruff of his neck, ruffling his undercut in practiced fidgeting. “..just, tryna start something.” His gaze drifted from the sad, lone cup he held and up to you once more, brandishing a look you couldn’t quite place.

Something’s off about him.

You aren’t sure what.

…you can’t quite place.

A stagnant pause fills the gap in your sad excuse of a conversation. Words didn’t hold much value here, that was a common fact. Business did. Missions did. Money did. Take action, not a lame deal or quirky promise.

“Something?” You turn to him more, his previously despondent, solemn gaze flickering once more. Mirroring the neon lights surrounding every which way of the bar, reflecting in its pulsing energy that filled Night City as a whole. He piques your curiosity. Despite his lack of chrome and rather.. not immature qualities, but something remains. No guns blazing machine gun, gone crazy potential cyber psycho- just a guy.

He perks up noticeably, continuing. “Yeah! Got a few pals, and we’ve heard some of your work is… good..?” He trails off once more, gauging you for a reaction.

A job offer. Your eyes blink, fingers drumming against your leg as you take it into consideration. Work had been running low for you recently and you probably needed the gig, and.. the guy didn’t seem to untrustworthy. His hair shone a slight red with the change in hue of the lights, sweet smile painting his lips as his warm eyes looked to you expectantly. “I know it’s a bit much, but we’ve been looking into you for a few weeks and.. yeah.” He ends awkwardly, clearing his throat and turning his gaze elsewhere momentarily.

Well, there’s nothing better for you,

“I may as well. Sure.” You extend a hand in a formality here- a handshake- a sign of trust, perhaps, as he eagerly takes your hand in his and beams with a sort of ecstatic expression that’s rare here.

Strange. But not.. not entirely unwelcome.

“Great to hear! I’ll see you here tomorrow..?” He fidgets with his hands once more, holding them up to explain himself further in a slight panic, “Ah- they’re not all here today. We gotta call a bit ahead of time sometimes for hanging out here.”

Mm. Fair enough.

In Night City, everything was constantly moving. A never ending, unpredictable and most definitely not merciful cycle of perpetual turmoil and terror that consumed every resident. Desensitized.

What you were to be called for? That was probably no different. You worked as a getaway driver for said operations, having installed a built in nav system for yourself thanks to your absolutely horrible sense of direction beforehand- it took some saving up and not so legal deeds, but who really cared about the law down here anyway? In order to truly survive a few rules had to be broken, and you never… truly harmed anyone. Directly, at least. You minded your business and clients minded theirs, teammates minded theirs. There was no need to pry, that much was a lesson to be had for anyone who question such.

“Details coming in tomorrow?” And eddies, hopefully, you thought to yourself.

He nodded, smile turning sheepish. “I’ll uh, I’ll leave you be for now.”

And then he excused himself once more.

#cyberpunk edgerunners #chris writes #vash the stampede #vash x you #vash x reader #Trigun #Trigun stampede #au #mutual pining #slowburn #cyberpunk #trigun stampede vash #vash Trigun #Trigun vash #trigun stampede x reader #cyberpunk Trigun au #vash the stampede x reader #cyberpunk vash

[garagesesh]

planetarium

part 4

pairing(s): luke skywalker x (f!)reader, din djarin x (f!) reader

summary: you hitch a ride

warning(s): none

a/n: okay wow it’s been like two years since i’ve updated this story lmfao better late than never lol oops

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Luke Skywalker woke up early to an empty bed. Hanna city was blanketed with fog and a blue tinge as the sun had just began to rise but hadn't quite peaked over the mountains yet. Stretching his limbs with deep blue eyes still closed, he patted the mattress beside him, searching for the body of his fiancée. His hands found nothing but the cold silken imprint of you body.

That was odd.

He always woke up hours before she did for his meditation and training.

"Y/n?" He called out from his spot, still lying in bed.

There was no response.

Luke peered up at the clock that was built into the wall across from the bed; the white numbers blinked 4:45.

"Honey?" He tried again, but the apartment was completely silent. There was no low hum coming from the fresher and the holonet wasn't on. A bad feeling creeped up inside him as he threw back the covers to investigate where you had gone at this ungodly hour.

As he rose out of bed in a flash, the hair stood all over his body. He only got this feeling when something was wrong. Like the forces way to warn him for the incoming torture that he was about to endure.

Before he was able to pass out of the door into the living room, his deep blue eyes glanced to the long ornate dresser. There was no red blinking glow of the tracker that he had placed there only last night.

Where was the tracking fob?

"Y/n?" He tried again.

Again, no answer.

It was then that he spun on his heel and practically ran to their shared walk-in closet. His breath hitched at the sight of clothes, of all kinds strewn over the floor with empty hangers littering the racks of her side.

He unconsciously reached a hand to the shelf above his side, blindly patting the wood for his now missing duffle bag.

Kriff!

"Y/n?!" This time he wasn't expecting an answer. He knew there would be none.

Luke strode out of the closet and over to her side of the bed. Looking for the DL-18 blaster that she always had strapped to her thigh during their wartime escapades. With an outstretched hand to grasp the handle, a shiny kyber crystal sat upon a tissue stopped him midair.

Hands trembling, he reached out and gently grabbed the ring with his real hand, as his bionic one grasped the tissue with neat handwriting.

Turning the kyber crystal ring in his hand, he read the short but effective note written in Gwyn's handwriting.

‘I need to go. I’m sorry.’

His heart felt like it had been ripped in two as he read the words over and over again, until the message had fully sunk in.

She's gone.

And it felt like entirely his fault.

Balling up the tissue in his hand and grasping the ring in his other, he pulled on his discarded pants from the night before and grabbed the black robe that hung from the door, and flew out of the room and into the apartment.

"HAN!" He screamed as he slammed the door open. "HAN!"

Practically flying down the hallway to his twins apartment, tears began to stream down, staining his flushed cheeks with salty drops.

Luke's bare feet skidded to a halt in front of their apartment. The hand with the crumpled note banged loudly on the maroon and golden front door. "HAN!"

His banging continued on the door, trying desperately to wake the couple up.

After what seemed like forever, the maroon door slid open to reveal Leia in a white silk dressing gown.

"Han isn't here!" Leia yelled back at him in annoyance as she rubbed her chocolate eyes and looked up at her brother. His hair stood in all directions and his once sparkling ocean eyes, were dullen and stained red with waves of tears streaming down his cheeks. Her tone became soft with her brothers distraught appearance, "What happened?"

His hand opened up to reveal the engagement ring sitting in his palm.

"She's gone."

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The seedy cantina was dimly lit with blue neon panels on all of the surrounding walls. The sleek silver bar, encrusted with yellow lights along the perimeter of the circular bar, held dozens of smugglers, bounty hunters, and alcoholics.

You were currently hunched over the bar with a bottle of something you didn't quite know in your hand, with the duffle bag securely between you legs and blaster strapped to your thigh. Your eyes scanned the crowd, looking for someone with at least a trustworthy face, but it was proving to be hard, especially in this place.

"I hear you're looking for passage somewhere." A deep voice spoke next to you.

You came face to face with your brother.

"Han?" You slipped off of the seat.

"Hey kid." Han Solo smirked down at his little sister.

"I-I thought you were on a job!" You poked a finger in his hard chest as you sat back down on the stool, securing the bag back between your legs.

"Yeah, I was." Sighing, he situated himself on the empty stool next to you. "I just got back from Coruscant."

"Where's Chewie?" Looking for their tall and hairy friend.

"Talking to some Twi'lek." He pointed his thumb behind his head towards a secluded table. Chewbacca was leaning back in his chair against the wall, laughing at something a pink female Twi'lek had said.

"Typical." You laughed lightly and took another swig of the bitter alcohol.

"Why are you here?"

"I'm mad." You said truthfully.

"Mad at who?"

"Everyone. Everything."

"So you ran away?"

"So I ran away."

"What about Luke?"

"What about him?"

Han sighed deeply and ran a hand though his hair before he laughed. "You're stubborn, you know that?"

You smiled solemnly as you tipped the bottle towards him and took another sip.

"What's with the tracking fob." Han pointed to the small silver tracking fob that was currently clipped to your belt.

"I don't know," You looked down at it. "it gave me an excuse to leave."

"Where does it take you?"

"Arvala-7."

"Never heard of it."

"Neither had I before yesterday." You laughed reminded of the conversation had with Luke just yesterday. The two siblings sat in silence as you finished the rest of the drink.

Chewbacca, finally done with the pink Twi'lek, made his way over to his old smuggling partner and encircled his long furry arms around you.

"Hey Chewie." You smiled into the warm Wookie, wrapping your own arms around what you could of him. He groaned in response as he ruffled your hair. "So can you two take me?"

"Are you sure?" Han looked down solemnly at you. You only held his gaze, letting him know you were dead serious about your decision. "Alright kid, we will."

"Don't tell the twins."

"Look I'm dumb, but I'm not that dumb." The two siblings laughed.

"And no questions asked."

"No questions asked."

"Where are we going?" Chewbacca groaned.

"Arvala-7." Han answered his co-pilot.

"Never heard of it."

"Neither had I until twenty minutes ago." Han smiled.

"Let's go." You placed the empty bottle on the counter and grabbed the duffle bag, getting up from the stool and began to make for the exit.

"Woah, woah, woah. Slow down." Han reached out and grabbed you shoulder to stop you. "What's the rush?"

"It's now or never Han. What happened to no questions asked?" You didn't even look at him before shaking free of his grip and starting for the exit once again. Han and Chewie looked at each other with puzzled looks before shaking their heads and following you.

Opening up into the empty streets of Hanna City, the orange glow of the sun just began to peek through the tall buildings. You breathed in the crisp morning air as you felt the way the blaster rubbed against your thigh and your hand clamped around the bag, creating callouses on the soft palms; made you feel like yourself again. The freedom ran through your veins for the first time in five years.

"This way, kid." Han and Chewie were standing to your right as they waited for you to follow.

The old trio stepped into hanger seventy-two. A golden circle of light shown down upon the Millennium Falcon, illuminating the piece of junk in a halo. Han smiled to you as he opened the hatch to the ship and climbed on in.

However, confliction rose within. You hadn't even thought about Luke and how it might affect him. You were glued to the floor, feet staying firm at the bottom of the ramp. How would it affect the rest of your friends?

How would it affect Leia?

Ben?

Chewie?

Han?

You weren’t so sure you’d come back at all if you stepped on the ship.

"You coming?" Chewbacca poked his head out as he groaned to you.

Closing your eyes and inhaling the fresh air, you gripped the handles of the bag harder.

I need to go.

Or I'll regret it.

You opened your eyes and descended up the ramp.

No going back now.

The millennium falcon hadn't changed one bit as you entered the old Corellian light freighter. The sheen of the black floor held your reflection as you tread carefully through the winding corridors of the ship.

The old dejarik table was still situated in the corner of the large hold. Walking over, you pressed a finger against the on button, the holo figurines were still in their place from Chewbacca's game from all those years ago.

Powering it off, you walked further down towards your old bunk room. Pressing lightly on the button, the door slid open revealing the small bedroom.

Everything was as you had left it.

The photo of you and Han, younger on Corellia sat on the ledge of the tiny window. Your first blaster, a stolen EE-3 carbine rifle stolen from a Stormtrooper when you were twelve, was still propped up against the dirty off-white wall. The turquoise and white blanket that you had once bought off a trader on Tatooine, laid on top of the small single person bunk.

You dropped your things onto the bed and all but ran out of the room and down to the cockpit, where Chewie and your brother were prepping for the flight.

You situated yourself down in your regular seat from behind the co-captain's chair. Nostalgia washed over you, a warm and normal feeling.

"Ready?" Han and Chewie both turned around to look at you.

You didn't know that the smile on your face could grow any larger than it was, but it had. “Ready.”

Han's hands guided the ship out of the hangar and into the sky. Hanna city grew smaller and smaller as the Millennium Falcon climbed higher and higher in the atmosphere.

Before you knew it, you had flown out of the atmosphere and made it into space.

"Welcome home." Chewie groaned.

You smiled at them, guilty, but real. Han punched the hyperdrive and they were finally off to Arvala-7.

"I'm glad to be home."

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#planetarium #luke skywalker x you #luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker #din djarin x reader #din djarin #din djarin x you #fanfic #star wars #starwars #starwars fanfic #garagesesh

[cybercl0ne]

Falling for a dead rose //Shigaraki x reader// (Arranged marriage) PART 1

Summary: Your fathers a major asshole to you

TW: Abuse, Arranged Marriage, Swearing

"No speaking unless spoken to."

"Yes father."

"And since these are potential business partners, y/n your posture must be as perfect as your act. I don't want to be disappointed." Your father bored on. You just nodded and replied with a stern 'yes father' as if you were a robot.

"And remember, even a hair out of place and I'll make you sure you regret it." He says, staring holes into your face for an ounce of defiance. But you had nothing in you, you were as hollow as a tree. You felt nearly empty, devoid of any emotion besides misery. Your father was selling you off like merchandise and there wasn't anything you were going to be able to do about it.

You were meeting with his business partner who'd proposed a plan to expand the organization into big cities that needed control, but in order to do that they needed to make alliance with the leader. Tomura Shigaraki. And your father proposed marriage. Marriage with his only daughter, you. I guess you could say you were a mafia. Or at least your father was. And with the mafia, came a lot of power which Shigaraki saw potential for, so he excepted.

Your father had never had a quirk. As a matter of fact, no one in your family had, so when you were born and later found with a quirk your father became dominate over anything and everything you did. He was determined to make you into the greatest mafia boss, when all you wanted was to live as normal as possible and now you knew it would be nothing but a long hope and a dream.

The car shook and came to a sudden stop as you arrived at the tall dingy building that awaited you both. You took a giant gulp and felt your body run numb as people escorted you and your father into the building. The slightly dimmed room was empty. All except for one person. Tomura Shigaraki.

You felt your heart sink further into your stomach as he turned to face you both with a wild grin. "Nice to meet you, Shigaraki." Your father said straightening his suit and walking towards the tall lanky man. The blue haired man didn't speak a word, only piercing his red, ever burning eyes into your soul as you ogled the floor with your hands behind your back and as straight as a pencil.

"Ah yes, this is her Y/n."

The man walked towards you, amused. Almost like he was window shopping for a pet. You felt your pride slowly degrade as he lifted your chin and examined you, flipping your face side to side. Your eyes kept to the ground as he humiliated you, your face heating up with embarrassment. "Is she obedient?" He asked turning his attention to your sly father.

"Yes! She will do everything at your Becking call. You can do anything with her, and she will not deify." He said as though he was selling a puppy. To him you were nothing but a pet, a toy. Something that was a bargaining chip.

All you wanted to do was cry and hide. You didn't want to be here. You didn't want to get married to some random villain. You just wanted to live life normally. But you never were normal to begin with, and now you were no closer to being such. You felt yourself about to lose composure and just cry but you knew that the consequences for you would be worse than death.

"What is your quirk?" He demanded at you. Your lips quivered at his scratchy voice up close. You opened your mouth to speak only to be cut off by your father. "She has a very unique quirk. Her quirk name is "Bionic" because she has multiple quirks in one. She can lift thinks and manipulate people's bodies to distort them. And can find the location of people and things by harnessing the atmosphere around her. She truly is the ultimate weapon." He rambled on and on. You grew almost as bored as the man standing in front of you.

"Yes...She should be a... Useful asset to the team." He said staring you up and down. You shivered slightly.

"I want to move the wedding up sooner than planned." He said, again rather demanding than asking. All your father did was nod, knowing the faster the better, sealing the deal and sealing your life away once and for all. You examined the man that was soon to be your 'husband'. you couldn't see much of his face, mainly because it was blocked by a large hand that you only hoped was a prop. You didn't want to think of what person he took that off of as some reward. "We will move the wedding to tomorrow." Your father said walking towards you both.

"We should get going then. We have a lot to prepare for." He said grabbing your arm tightly and swinging you along. You bow to the tall man before your father whisked you away.

Your father was quiet on the way back home. Way quieter than you liked. You stared out of the window, thinking about the horrible things that could, no would happen if you were married to that man. You'd most definitely be used as a nuclear weapon. Or something like that.

A small snicker came from your father, as you peered over to him you saw how his face. It was twisted and had a demented look. He looked sweaty and nerved, while looking creepily excited. You didn't dare ask or even say anything as a fear that you might push him over the edge.

Out of nowhere your face burned from a forceful slap across the face. You instantly tended to your searing face. "That stupid fucking Bitch. He thinks he'll be in control." "Heh, once I run that part of the city, he has I'll swipe him off his arrogant feet and make sure he knows who's in charge!" He cackled while looking at you. "And you're my token. You're my ticket to him. And you'll do exactly what I tell you to."

You could tell things were going to bet a lot worse than you first expected.

#bnha #mha shiggy #mha shigaraki #preview #pt 1 #shigaraki x y/n #shigaraki x reader #leauge of villians #fanfic #yandere shigaraki #arranged marriage #boku no hero academia shigaraki #boku no hero x reader #boku no hero academia

[ofhurricanes]

* ◟ : DAE-YOON 'DANIEL’ KIM , some say you’re a FORTY TWO YEAR OLD lost soul among the neon lights. known for being both RESILIENT and MANIPULATIVE, one can’t help but think of ALIEN by THE NATIONAL when you walk by. are you still a PSYCHOLOGIST, RED RIGHT HAND, THE WOLF for LE DÉDALE CLINIQUE, THE NEON PARIAHS, even with your reputation as THE WOLF? i think we’ll be seeing more of you and LIPS CHEWED RED & RAW , MOUNTAINS OF BOOKS & SCRIBBLES IN THE MARGINS, TERRITORIAL TENDENCIES & COMPLEX MIND, although we can’t help but think of STAN ( THE HEART GOES LAST ) + JULIETTE NICHOLS ( SILO ) +JOEL MILLER ( THE LAST OF US ) whenever we see you down these rainy streets.

FULL  NAME:  [̶r̶e̶d̶a̶c̶t̶e̶d̶]̶ Dae-Yoon ‘Daniel’  Kim AGE:  42 PRONOUNS:  he/they OCCUPATION:  psychologist  at  le  dédale  clinique  /  red  right  hand,  the  wolf  for  the  neon  pariahs BIRTHPLACE:  [redacted]

Unemployment.  Chaos.  War.  Hunger.  Unemployment.  Chaos.  War.  Hunger.  Unemployment.  Chaos.  War.  Hunger  —

It  echoes  in  your  mind,  these  words  keep  walking  in  a  closed  circle  as  you  sit  in  the  front  seat  of  your  car,  hugging  the  cold  barrel  of  a  gun.  There’s  a  warm  body  sleeping  close  to  you  though,  the  only  thing  that  warms  you  up;  but  you  don’t  look  at  them,  it’s  your  time  to  keep  your  eyes  open  for  a  night  watch  —  and  you  stare  through  a  window,  glance  at  a  nearby  vehicle  sometimes  too. 

Your  brother  —-  he  smiles  at  you,  and  you  nod.  Neither  of  you  could  remember  where  it  all  —  meaning  your  lives  —  began,  at  this  point  all  you  knew  was  the  ghoulish  embrace  of  the  wasteland.  It  wasn’t  always  like  that.  It’s  quite  unfortunate  that  you  both  could  remember  the  last  days  before  it  all  ;  before  you  became  two  pariahs.  You’d  like  to  forget  that  too.

Now  you’d  like  to  forget  everything:  the  lack  of  money,  your  differences,  the  day  he  decided  to  take  up  an  offer  and  leave  for  the  city.  It’s  a  good  deal,  he  said;  we  can’t  keep  living  here,  with  no  future.  The  future  is  humanoid,  it’s  bionic  –  and  I’ll  be  there,  you’ll  find  me,  I’ll  be  alive.  I’ll  be  alive  and  well,  they’ll  simply  make  a  replicant  of  me.  It’s  just  a  test.  It  sounded  like  a  promise,  but  you  knew  he  couldn’t  keep  these  words  —  he  didn’t  know  what  was  waiting  for  him  there  and  neither  did  you. 

And  he  never  returned,  not  that  you  ever  expected  him  to.  Instead  of  hoping  and  waiting,  you  started  to  prepare  —  you  always  knew  you’d  follow.  If  you  listen  carefully,  you  can  learn  a  lot  from  the  wastelands’  whispers;  you  can  find  a  ton  in  the  mountains  of  books,  carefully  stacked  and  hidden  away.  That’s  where  they  could  find  you,  in  these  bunkers  of  knowledge.  You  knew  you’d  follow,  and  you  had  more  than  enough  reasons  —  one  of  them  was  what  connected  you  and  the  others.

—-  —  —  — 

It’s  not  hard  to  get  into  the  system,  fake  the  records  —  you  change  your  name  (something  no  one  from  your  previous  life  would  be  familiar  with  —  your  brother  could  only  recognise  your  eyes  now),  your  address  (it’s  an  apartment  now,  not  a  car  —  you’d  lie  if  you  said  it’s  not  nice  to  finally  sleep  in  a  bed),  your  job  (you’ve  read  enough  to  believe  —  that  diploma  might  as  well  be  real). 

The  life  here,  however,  is  grueling,  and  the  bright  lights  make  you  drown  in  pain;  bite  down  your  tongue,  suffer  through.  You’re  here  for  a  reason,  it’s  what  makes  it  worth  it  —  sometimes  you  stare  at  the  neon  signs  of  these  reasons;  you  spend  hours  looking  and  thinking.  You  can  make  no  mistake.  Be  careful. 

They  call  you  the  wolf  —  you  find  it  funny  at  first,  but  you  are,  indeed,  territorial.  Protective.  Curious.  You  enjoy  hierarchy.  You  won’t  bite  unless  you’re  really,  really  hungry.  You  have  to  admit,  even  if  it  sounds  like  part  of  the  joke:  you  love  your  pack. 

#lawlessintro

[synergysilhouette]

An alternate take on "Raya and the Last Dragon" (2021)

I think the movie was good in concept, but the execution had me wanting more.

Take inspiration from different SEA countries for the 5 parts of Kumandra, but if you want to include more SEA inspiration, perhaps have certain cities between the countries that have a lot of cultural diversity, with Raya's home in Heart being one of those cities. Maybe Heart is Vietnam, Fang is Indonesia (with Malaysian and Bruneian influences), Spine is Myanmar, Talon is Thailand (with Cambodian and Laotian influences), and Tail is the Philippines. I'd probably also incorporate Fang's orange color into their fashion rather than the creme color--or just make red their color instead. And maybe make Spine's color blue and Heart's color an emerald green in order to differentiate them from each other more; I thought of making Heart the one with blue colors as an indication of Raya and Sisu's bond, but I felt like it was too much Main Character Syndrome, so I wanted to let other lands be special too. It's also noted that each land used their gem piece differently; Fang's cleverness allowed them to become culturally advanced (which includes their modern fashion/hairstyles after the time skip), Spine used it to gain strength to protect themselves and eventually conquer the other lands, Talon used it to boost their economy, becoming the source for many materials and products hard to come by in Kumandra; and Tail has developed immunity to harsh conditions, evolving their mercenary skills. Heart is the only one who's stayed more or less the same since they haven't really used the gem, fueling animosity towards them.

2. Focus on one large city. I may be alone, but I'm not big on "travel stories" because you're only in each land for 10-15 minutes and you don't get to fully explore it. Having the film take place in a major city with all the leaders (and their gem pieces) together would allow you to flesh out the world and cultures a bit more without losing focus or rashly characterizing each land. It'd also allow us to know more about the chief leaders.

3. Show Namaari's dedication to Fang being out of love rather than seemingly out of selfishness. At the beginning of the film, very few people can sympathize with Namaari for her betrayal, and giving her more development would be great.

4. Make Raya more stoic and contemplative. If I recall correctly, they gave her swagger later on in development, and I feel like it undermines the trauma and distrust she has, especially since it feels like she doesn't express full anger with Namaari until after Sisu's death.

5. Villain/Curropted Namaari. I like the idea that Namaari serves as an Azula-type villain who's much sneakier and manipulative. It's only when her mother is turned to stone halfway through the movie that she realizes she isn't ready to lead and questions the decisions made around her, particularly because the last dragon is following Raya. She doesn't immediately become a BFF to Raya; she now becomes a neutral figure, protecting Fang but not necessarily harming other lands, observing and following Raya to see if her cause is just and if she has a solution that will not ruin Namaari's empire in order to restore peace (I love her concept art--except for the bionic arm; too sci-fi/western vibes).

6. Keep it serious and dark, with minimal comedy. The original film doesn't really feel as serious as it should be because Sisu and other characters are too humorous. Along with this, make Sisu more wise and sage-like, even if she's the youngest of her siblings.

7. Make it a musical; either the characters themselves would sing, or SEA singers could sing to represent the characters' thought process, kind of like if you used "The Gift" soundtrack for "The Lion King." (Edit: I made a fanmade song list for this!)

8. Give Sisu a more mystical design. Her concept art had the right idea--more of a naga-like appearance as most SEA countries have been Indianized rather than Sinicized like Vietnam (which I've heard was the inspiration behind Sisu's finished design). I'd also make her more of a mother figure to Raya given that her own mother isn't alive--or maybe she is; maybe she's from another tribe and left Benja when she realized he wasn't from the same land as her, abandoning Raya and seeing her as a mistake.

9. Raya's aids--Since Raya isn't leaving Heart and the entire village isn't turned to stone, I like the idea that she builds camaraderie with two members who serve her. There's Cadeo, an intellectual who's much more even-tempered than Tong and Buon, and Hoa, a young woman who's optimistic and hopeful, a stark contrast to the sobered perspectives of Namaari and Raya. Given the story relies on Raya's cooperation with people of other Kumandran lands, Cadeo and Hoa are moreso supporting characters, but are still frequently present in the story to give Raya support.

Referring to #1, I wanted to provide a visual aid for the inspiration for the characters (since I can't draw):

I've seen GORGEOUS art of the timeline of Vietnamese fashion by lilsuika on deviantart. I'm unsure if I'd want to take from post or pre-Sinicized Vietnam, though. Post-Sinicized Vietnam feels like it'd be the most familiar for the audience and kinda imply that self-righteous image the other tribes have for Heart (given how they're dressed like they run an empire), but Pre-S Vietnam flows better with the tribal culture of Kumandra.

For Namaari, I was inspired by Shinonon's Heavenly Smile's art on Instagram of a Central Javanese woman, as well as modern Indonesian fashion I saw on Pinterest. Just add Namaari's haircut and make the fashion orange.

For Tong, I like the idea that his design is an ode to Shan Yu, as well as being a bit more proportionate (his upper body is bigger than his lower body and feels almost cartoon-y; no offense to people built like that IRL). I also see John Gyi on ArtStation's art of a Burmese warrior as inspriation (albeit red instead of blue).

For Boun, I took inspiration from the Mandaya tribe of the Philippines from Jme Faronda's art (albeit I'd make it yellow). IDK if Tail--or any of the other Kumandran lands--would represent one IRL tribe or ethnic group within their respective countries, though.

IDK if kids Noi's age dressed like this in medieval Thailand, but I took inspo from traditional Thai clothing. Take your pick (and make it purple).

Bonus: Some people have criticized East Asian actors playing SEA roles. I personally don't fully understand, but as an alternate, I suggest Michelle Yeoh (Virana), Brenda Song (Namaari), Ali Wong (Sisu), Mark-Paul Gosselaar (Benja) and Francois Chau or Dave Bautista (Tong). These are just a few examples, since I don't know many SEA actors off the top of my head.

#raya #raya and the last dragon #disney #disney animation #sisu #namaari

[mudaship39]

Character bio of the Asian Pasifika demigod and Afro Latine Native alien hybrid superhero main character part 3

Bionic and Cybernetic Prosthetic eye: 

They have a prosthetic bionic and cybernetic right eye. The prosthetic bionic and cybernetic eye is made out of alien metal and human metal. They have a blue plasma scar that goes from the top of their face on their left forehead all the way to the bottom of their cheek. The scar goes through their left eyebrow. They were blinded in one eye by accident early on in their life as a metahuman and superhuman super soldier and military officer. 

However their caretakers managed to craft, buy, or otherwise procure some kind of device that allowed them to see more or less like normal people. He/she/they are physically disabled as someone because he/she/they were disfigured in combat during war. He/she/they were disfigured by a hard light bullet wielded by an alien officer who was a sniper of the Earth military of the Terran Dominion. 

At some point in the past he/she/they have lost use and function to a part of himself/herself/themselves. But through study of advanced technology and the help of those who have already done so he/she/they have replaced it with an advanced prosthetic replacement.  Without the eye they had decreased depth perception. It was built for them by humans and aliens who were inventors, scientists, engineers. Losing your eye is fairly easy in a world filled with technology and magic. Gaining back your sight is still possible if you have the brass, copper, silver, platinum, & or gold coin, cash, or credits for it. 

In the biggest cities in the counties, states, countries, & continents on the terraformed and colonized planetoids, comets, moons, asteroids, & planets of the Federation you can find merchants of all kinds. However to gain your sight back you must approach only the best human and alien mechanics, inventors, & scientists in the city. They can install the device in two days. The first day is spent on measurements and creating the components while the second day is spent installing the apparatus. 

Purchasing a bionic and cybernetic prosthetic eye gains your sight back and much more. These devices not only return your vision but also prevent further eye loss with the diamond hard lenses and human and alien metal. Fires powerful optic blasts from the bionic and cybernetic prosthetic eye. Can see throughout the electromagnetic spectrum. It lets them see in the dark with night vision or heat signatures with heat vision. Can help with targeting with guns. Has a gps. Has real time updates about users stats. Can zoom in and zoom out with a binocular vision to microscopic to even nanoscopic levels. Has a red dot laser to help with sniping. 

He/she/they can remove the bionic and cybernetic eye to use as a spy eye to record audio and visual. It is detachable and can send images and video to its owner while detached functioning as a spy camera. They have the ability to remove one's mechanical eye and use it to view hard-to-see areas during certain situations after placing it somewhere. The eye is not in any way connected to the owner yet it operates just as well as it was. It functions as a  surveillance drone or spy camera. 

This artificial eye replaces a real one that was lost or removed. They can see through it as though it were a normal eye. This is truly a luxury item for the blind. While the eye is embedded in their eye socket. It can’t be removed by anyone other than them. The eye upgraded with them. The eye has been customized and upgraded many times now. It gives the user the ability of eidetic memory and memory retention. It can copy anything it perceives. Gives the user near 360 telescopic and binocular vision. It has three blindspots. These blindspots are hard to exploit though. 

Biological eye can shapeshift into a supernatural eye (divine eye, devil eye, or draconic eye) with ultimate vision and all ocular powers for a limited time. This magical eye gives many magical and supernatural powers. It allows the user to shoot magical optic blasts in the forms of magical beams or lasers from their eyes. The magical eye lets them mind control other people, but only who look directly into their prosthetic eye, for a few minutes. 

The arcane eye lets them see through illusions. These powers are because of a magical eye. The magical eye was upgraded. It gives them the superpower of ultimate vision with magic. They can see throughout the electromagnetic spectrum on a supernatural level. Allows users to see through supernatural disguises. Magic eye gives them superhuman perception, knowledge, charisma, wisdom, intelligence, & luck. 

Can summon a third eye for more power for a limited time. Bizarre irises or unusual pupils mark the individual. It is a third magical eye. The third eye blocks unwanted telepathy from telepaths and empaths. The third eye makes the user invisible for several minutes. The third eye lets them hypnotize enemies with illusions but only with direct line of sight. Lets them summon and command low level celestials and infernals such as demons and angels. It lets them summon imps and mustevals as familiars. Allows users to use all elements such as fire, water, storm, rock, & nature as an elementalist. It lets them see magical signatures. It lets them see invisible creatures. It lets them speed up or slow down their perception of time for a few minutes. 

They can’t time travel using the eye though. It lets them see a few minutes into the future with the power of precognition, clairvoyance, & divination. It protects them from telepathy and telepaths such as mind flayers. It lets them use a penance stare or petrifying gaze on enemies who look directly into the eye for a few minutes. Allows users the ability to see through dimensional rifts or interplane disturbances only for a few seconds. Gives the user the ability to use true sight for a few minutes. Using these magical powers through the magical third eye is taxing on their energy, stamina, & endurance so they don’t use it often. They got the third eye after an encounter with a primordial being as a demigod (who became a true god after being given divinity through heroic deeds, accomplishments, & achievements). 

Bionic and Cybernetic Arm:

Automotive Armored Prosthetic Cybernetic Bionic Arm. They have an automotive armored prosthetic bionic and cybernetic right arm. He/she/they are physically disabled as someone because he/she/they were disfigured in combat during war. He/she/they were disfigured by an alien super soldier of the Terran Empire. At some point in the past he/she/they have lost use and function to a part of himself/herself/themselves. But through study of the sciences and the help of those who have already done so he/she/they have replaced it with an advanced high-end prosthetic bionic cybernetic replacement. It is a prosthesis that replaces a missing extremity such as an arm or leg. 

The type of limb used is determined by the extent of amputation or loss of the missing extremity and the location of the missing extremity. Artificial limbs are needed for a variety of reasons where a body part is either missing from the body or a body part is too damaged to be repaired. It was built for them by an engineer, an inventor, & mechanic. It was installed on their body through a team of highly trained surgeons and doctors. Having artificial prosthetic limbs comes with a number of complications. Some of which are minor inconveniences while others can be dangerous if ignored. 

Due to the constant risk of damage and mechanical failures the mechanical prosthetics require daily maintenance and repair. It is maintained and repaired regularly by a team of mechanics and surgeons. The automotive armored prosthetic bionic prosthetic arm is highly upgradable and highly customizable. The prosthetic is linked directly to the nervous system taking electrical pulses from nerves to regulate the many electrical motors and actuators inside the prosthetic bionic arm. It can be moved at will like a natural appendage. This augment functions as if it were the normal body part. These constructs are designed to replace lost limbs if magical healing is not available or if the user desires to have an improved replacement. 

The automotive mechanized bionic prosthetic arm has electrical motors, gears, & springs. The bionic arm is made with a full skeletal titanium frame with steel armor plating to protect the wires and intricate machinery inside. The automotive armored prosthetic bionic arm moves using synthetic muscles and fibers. It is a fully articulated prosthetic arm with multiple moving parts capable of manipulating even weapons.  Once the prosthetic is attuned to its user it will behave and act as the limb it replaces. It moves according to conscious and unconscious thoughts and commands from its user. This was a prosthetic intended to replace lost limbs and damaged organs. This advanced prosthetic replaced and enhanced the lost limb. The prosthetic bionic arm was painted to look like their real biological arm. 

First perfected by humans and alien humanoids the armored automotive prosthetic bionic arms arms are now built by several master inventors and engineers. The bionic arm provides an almost perfect semblance of full functionality but is quite expensive. The recovery time it took for the user to recover from the automotive armored prosthetic bionic arm after doctors and surgeons installed on their body took three months. It does not require an external energy source. It has a built-in battery. The automotive armored prosthetic bionic arm is electrical and fusion powered.  

The prosthetic arm has built in tools. From tools to concealed weapons. Only one tool can be summoned at a time. Summoning another one cancels out the previous tool. His/her/their bionic and cybernetic prosthetic arm comes with a built-in wrist computer, a built-in photon cannon, a built in plasma shield, & built-in wrist serrated blades made out of hard light and plasma.

Has built in hard light wrist blades covered in plasma. The blades take the form of fully retractable extended serrated blades. These blades are twenty inches in length and ten inches wide. They offer greatly increased range owing to their greater size. The wrist blades can be folded away completely when not in use. These are blades that extend over the back of the hand from a gauntlet worn on the user’s wrist. Its single gauntlet on one wrist fitted with a pair of parallel blades. The deadly blades are sharp enough to cut through steel and titanium armor. After the upgrade they possessed wrist blades with triple blades. When fully extended, these wrist blades can be as long as a user's leg. Giving the user significant range in melee combat. These are an advanced pair of wrist blades that could completely retract into the wrist gauntlet. They can fire the wrist blades out of the gauntlet like a harpoon as projectile weapons in emergencies.

Has a stowed cannon. A small explosive incendiary ion and photon cannon was discretely built into their mechanical limb. They use it as a portable cannon that fires ballistic and hard light cannon balls. It is able to tear through steel armor. 

Has a deployable harpoon gun with grappling hook. They use it to traverse environments when jumping across or jumping up is too far. They use it to pull out obstacles. It allows them to rappel down from high heights. A deployable, spiked grappling hook is built into their mechanical arm. The grappling hook allows their users to make death-defying leaps from point-to-point by latching onto sky lines with the knowledge that they will automatically latch on. 

Has a deployable shield. A basic folded, iron, copper, and bronze round square shield was built into the forearm. It was upgraded into a gold, platinum, and silver metal rectangular shield. It was upgraded into a steel and titanium diamond shield. They have to be repaired though. This shield was finally upgraded with a forcefield generator and shield generator. This allows the steel and titanium shield to be covered in an energy shield, plasma shield, & hard light shield. The shields have to be recharged though with a built in battery. These shields were built into the forearm of their artificial limb. They use it to protect themselves. 

The automotive armored prosthetic arm is also a cyberware enhanced bionic arm. This prosthetic bionic arm is made of steel, gold, silver, electrum, nickel, brass, titanium, platinum, & copper for durability. However, contemporary technological advancements have allowed certain automotive armored prosthetic bionic limbs to be composed of other materials  as to be less cumbersome and more durable than steel in abnormal conditions. This prosthetic bionic arm is also made with a weave of chrome, fiberglass, aluminum, & carbon fiber for flexibility. 

Like wearers of normal prosthetics these users are subject to various aches and pains resulting from drastic changes in barometric pressure. However another drawback to full steel limbs are the adverse effects which occur in extreme conditions such as heat and cold. In extremely high temperatures the metals which conduct and retain heat induce great deals of discomfort to the user. Who must remain with a heated metal object grafted to the skin. In extremely cold temperatures the cold conducting metals cause standard oils to cease functioning as well as expedite frostbite damage to the connecting tissue. This means that the bionic arm is also made of lighter more expensive alloys that is resistant to extreme temperature changes so the armored automotive prosthetic bionic arm no longer suffers the ill effects of certain extreme heat and extreme cold environments. 

Having a functional mechanical prosthetic affixed to one's body can be a difficult and painful process. Additional amputations are often required as a prosthetic base can typically only be safely affixed at joints. For an artificial limb to function correctly. A "base" needs to be surgically affixed to an amputee's body. The base serves as both a support structure and interface for artificial limbs.

The prosthetics themselves are affixed to the base and must be customized by a team of a tinkerer, inventor, surgeon, doctor, scientist, and or trained mechanic in order to correctly fit the frame and body size of their wearer. As a result, the prosthetics themselves come in a large variety of shapes and styles depending on the team constructing the piece and the client's own personal tastes. This metal mechanical prosthetic. Once attached to a functional prosthetic base. It allows the user the same range of motion and functionality of the arm or leg it is replacing.

This is a high quality prosthetic bionic replacement that is made to look life-like (at least at first glance). This artificial prosthetic limb is much less bulky than its counterparts. Since its frame more closely follows the contours of an organic biological limb. The exterior and interior of its chassis is lined with precious gemstones, crystals, metals, and complex alien engravings. Engraved with intricate decorations and animated with holograms. A powerful sensor provides full sensory feedback to its user allowing all sorts of tasks to be accomplished with the limb. 

Having artificial prosthetic limbs comes with a number of complications. Some of which are minor inconveniences while others can be dangerous if ignored. Due to the constant risk of damage and mechanical failures the mechanical prosthetics require daily maintenance and repair. It is maintained and repaired regularly by a team of mechanics and artificers. The automotive armored prosthetic bionic arm is highly upgradable and highly customizable. The prosthetic is linked directly to the nervous system taking electrical pulses from nerves to regulate the many electrical motors and actuators inside the prosthetic bionic arm. It can be moved at will like a natural appendage. This augment functions as if it were the normal body part. 

It was upgraded with large glowing red, blue, green, gold, silver, & violet bold alien crystals. The bionic arm comes with a built-in sonar to detect nearby enemies and allies. Some of the more creative and talented prosthetics inventors, & engineers have been known to include all sorts of devices in prosthetic limbs. Some ranging from helpful tools to dangerous weapons. Including some with questionable legality. Some intrepid amputees have even been known to tinker with their limbs on their own time. However you go about it, modifying an artificial limb requires great expertise and tends to be costly. 

The prosthetic bionic arm was later weaponized and upgraded with human and alien metals for combat situations as a military grade augmentation. This makes the prosthetic arm built with a lot of durability and so would not break easily even with high output performances in combat. Based on the technology used to construct a robot, power armor, or an exosuit using alien metal and human metal is shaped into a single limb. These constructs are designed to replace lost limbs if the user desires to have an improved replacement. Once the prosthetic is attuned to its user it will behave and act as the limb it replaces. According to conscious and unconscious commands from its user. These limbs are of a stronger and lighter design. Designed to serve another function in addition to their use as a limb. 

Usually these limbs have a hidden compartment, concealed weapon or a set of tools. Such as a hard light arm blade and a plasma cannon. These additional functions can be used at will. These limbs are designed to shift, adjust and grow. Prostheses made of alien alloy can grow organically and form so many things if reasonable. Metal limbs can shift to form whatever other form the host can imagine, but cannot gain or lose mass. While deactivated, these limbs seem to be little more than simple alien and human metal plates, but once attached and active these limbs appear as masses of energy forming whatever shape their host imagines. 

The armored automotive prosthetic bionic arm comes with a built in injection system with multicolored serums. These serums are contained in vials that are unknown glowing cardinal, cerulean, emerald, silver, tangerine, gold, & violet fluids. 

These serums are made from human and alien materials found throughout the federations, empires, & confederacies of human and alien humanoids of the multiverse that are then ground up and mixed into concoctions, brews, potions, & elixirs. That when injected from the bionic prosthetic arm into the biological body through the injection system greatly enhances the user's strength, dexterity, constitution, durability, perception, awareness, intelligence, endurance, stamina, agility, flexibility, reflexes, dexterity, & speed at a supernatural level. 

The serum injection system also has a separate glowing obsidian vial that when injected into the user through the bionic arm with a time limit of a few minutes turns the user into a controlled berserker. Allowing them to fight at their fullest potential at a superhuman level without limits by weaponizing their inherent biology as a metahuman demigod and superhuman alien hybrid. It lets them release themselves of all rational restraints in battle. It lets them go into a controlled induced rage mode and combat enhanced mode but without the side effect of a berserker rage. 

It lets them immerse themselves completely in combat as a controlled berserker becoming a powerful ally for friends and a dangerous enemy for foes. As a controlled berserker they can tell the difference between ally and foe. They can ignore physical damage with pain suppression and injury immunity as if it never affected them and continue fighting past their limits but only for several minutes. It makes them unpredictable when fighting enemies and hard to counter. As a controlled berserker the user’s intelligence is not affected like a regular berserker. 

However the side effect is the severe backlash when the controlled berserker rage is over. The main side effect is while a user is only able to ignore the effects of pain and injuries while sustained in the berserker state. These injuries take full effect when they come out of the induced berserker rage once these chemicals wear off. They have to heal from the damage and pain on their own with their healing factor. The other side effect is that it leaves the user exhausted for several minutes as they run out of endurance and stamina.

This is based on the magical humanoid technology of the world of the Afro Asian Native variant human, fae elvish, goblinoid, & giant kin ancestry adventurer who’s a spellcaster, sword fighter, & gunslinger. It was created when the Afro Asian character came to the near and far future from their own modern but not futuristic world with magic (imagine 1950s but with magic) on a magical giant planet. They came over through a singularity or anomaly that bridged their worlds together.

#indigenous #indigenous artist #indigenous writer #indigenous art #indigenous creator #indigenous rep #indigenous character #native rep #native character #native artist #native art #native writer #native tag #native creator #queer creator #queer writer #queer representation #queer character #queer artist #trans creator #trans character #trans writer #trans artist #trans representation #disabled creator #disabled writer #disabled representation #disabled artist #disabled character #disabled art

[nechthegrech]

CN30

Featuring in chronological order: 

1937 - Daffy Duck (Looney Tunes)

1940 - Tom (Tom & Jerry)

1960 - Fred Flintstone (The Flintstones)

1966 - Space Ghost

1969 - Scooby-Doo (Scooby-Doo, Where Are You?)

1996 - Dexter (Dexter’s Laboratory)

1997 - Johnny Bravo

1997 - The Red Guy (Cow & Chicken)

1998 - Bubbles (The Powerpuff Girls)

1999 - Ed (Ed, Edd n Eddy)

1999 - T.O.M (Toonami)

1999 - Courage (Courage the Cowardly Dog)

2000 - Robot Jones (Whatever Happened to... Robot Jones?)

2000 - Sheep (Sheep in the Big City)

2001 - Samurai Jack

2001 - Grim (The Grim Adventures of Billy & Mandy/Grim & Evil)

2001 - Master Shake (Aqua Teen Hunger Force)

2002 - Numbuh 1 (Codename: Kids Next Door)

2003 - Robin (Teen Titans)

2004 - Coop (Megas XLR)

2004 - Bloo (Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends)

2005 - Lazlo (Camp Lazlo)

2007 - Chowder

2008 - Flapjack (The Marvelous Misadventures of Flapjack)

2010 - Finn (Adventure Time)

2010 - Mordecai (Regular Show)

2010 - Sym-Bionic Titan

2011 - Gumball (The Amazing World of Gumball)

2013 - Garnet (Steven Universe)

2014- Wirt (Over the Garden Wall)

#cartoon network #cartoon network 30th anniversary #toonami #adult swim #digital art #photoshop #clip studio paint #nech the grech #this one's for the commenter who got mad i left out robot jones on the 25th anniversary one 5 years ago

[caixinliang]

Practice 1:

Assignment 1, Concept Art - Creating "Concepts".

. Blog post 01

Last Wednesday, we attended our first concept art lesson. This class aimed to demonstrate our established abilities in conveying visual concepts through art. Our Professor, Leonardo, permitted us to select three to five inspirational terms and utilize them to execute our first project.

I chose cyberpunk, sci-fi, Chinese martial arts elements, and loneliness.

Cyberpunk

Cyberpunk is distinguished by its striking visual elements, including neon lights illuminating city streets, iconic advertisements lining urban thoroughfares, and towering skyscrapers. The typical color palette associated with cyberpunk aesthetics comprises black, purple, green, blue, and red. These elements collectively contribute to the distinctive ambiance of the genre.

The cyberpunk theme was chosen as I had not previously created any designs relating to this subject matter. I aim to explore new ideas throughout this project.

Bionic human designs are a common motif in cyberpunk works. For example, I have a strong affinity for characters such as Motoko Kusanagi from "Ghost in the Shell" (see images 1, 2, and 3 on the left). Furthermore, in "Cyberpunk 2077", a large number of character designs (see Figures 4, 5, and 6 on the right) feature bionic elements. These designs are characterized by the extensive use of prosthetic enhancements, novel materials, and an intricate network of connecting cables, which together contribute to a distinct and futuristic technological ambiance.

science fiction

There are several different branches of science fiction literature, each representing a unique vision and exploration of the future as it was imagined by people at a particular time in history. For example, the cyberpunk theme is a typical branch of science fiction that reflects the pessimistic visions of the future held by the general public during the 1970s and 1980s, especially when computer technology became popular. Cyberpunk literature usually presents itself as an anti-utopian prediction depicting technological overdevelopment and social degradation, usually accompanied by themes of high levels of urbanization, information control, and the fusion of humans and machines. These works highlight the ethical and social issues that technology can raise, as well as the complex relationship between humans and technology. The emergence of this branch reflected the concerns and explorations of the time about the future direction of technology and society.

Chinese martial arts elements or wuxia elements

Characters in wuxia works often wear traditional Chinese costumes, such as robes, ancient Chinese armor, and hanboks. For example, in the film "Young Detective Dee: Rise of the Sea Dragon" (Figures 1, 2, and 3 on the left), these costumes often reflect the styles of different historical dynasties and regions. Martial arts movements and weaponry weapons combat weapon fighting are important visual features in martial arts works. Wuxia characters use a variety of weapons, such as swords, knives, clubs, darts, and other cold weapons, to demonstrate exquisite martial arts skills. I would like to incorporate elements of Tang Dynasty armor into my work this time, such as the two pictures in the middle.

Loneliness

Loneliness has always been a major spiritual core of the cyberpunk theme, and in the cyberpunk setting people's quality of life has not improved as a result of higher technological levels, but instead has made the rich class richer and the poor class more flatulent and impoverished. Body modification technology and consciousness-uploading technology have made human beings blur the boundaries of individuality.

I'd like to create a female warrior character, a reference to Malenia（As shown in the image below), Blade of Miquella, the goddess from Elden Ring, who guards a city alone and can only be awakened by an intruder.

Reference:

Ghost in the Shell 1 (18 November 1995) Directed by Mamoru Oshii [adult animated neo-noir cyberpunk thriller film ]. Japan United Kingdom:Shochiku (Japan) Metrodome Distribution Manga Entertainment (United Kingdom) .

CD Projekt (10 December 2020) Cyberpunk 2077 [Video game]. CD Projekt Available at: https://store.steampowered.com/app/1091500/_2077/ (Accessed: 30 October 2023).

FromSoftware (February 25, 2022) Elden Ring [Video game]. Bandai Namco Entertainment JP: FromSoftware Available at: https://store.steampowered.com/app/1245620/_/ (Accessed: 30 October 2023).

Detective Dee and the Mystery of the Phantom Flame (29 September 2010) Directed by Tsui Hark [action-adventure gong'an film ]. China Hong Kong: Emperor Motion Pictures .

#concept art #game art #video games #indie games #artwork #hertfordshire

[grimgrinnr]

Cyberpunk AU Notes

36 years old by 2077, mixed race with dark skin, practically born and raised in Pacifica, fought in the Unification War

Father left when he was a teen, later found dead by Nomads in a motel outside of Night City

Mother dies months after the end of the war due to injuries inflicted on her by some wannabe gangsters and Trauma Team’s refusal to treat her despite Alastor’s status as a veteran, leaving her to succumb to her injuries

Packed up his stuff and left Pacifica after his mother’s death to move deeper into Night City and take an “active role in cleansing the city”, initial started as a merc but ultimately settled as a fixer who’s willing to get dirty himself

Cyberware includes the following:

-Gold-colored metal deer buck antlers that are removable

-Dual pupil Kiroshi Optics Mk.3 cybereyes

-Camillo RAM Manager, Ex-Disk, Self-ICE frontal cortex cyberware Bioconductor, Biomonitor, Bioplastic Blood Vessels, Blood Pump, Feedback Circuit, Tyrosine Injector circulatory cyberware

-Detoxifier, Cataresist, Inductor, and Metabolic Editor immune system cyberware

-Nanorelays, Maneuvering System, and Reflex Tuner nervous system cyberware

-Subdermal Armor and Optical Camo integumentary cyberware Bionic Joints, Microrotors, and Synaptic Signal Optimizer skeleton cyberware Ballistic Coprocessor, Smart Link, and black colored metallic fingers and knuckles hand cyberware

-Mantis Blades arm cyberware

-Fortified Ankles leg cyberware

Rocking this kind of hairstyle dyed red

Always has a Malorian Overture revolver that’s been custom plated to look like this beauty right here at all times, but owns an Arasaka Shigure smg and a Rostović DB-4 Igla shotgun

Wears the usual type of formal clothes you’d expect him to, but this time the primary color is black with red acting as a support, and gold in place of the white

George and Lucas were former allies that turned against him and had to be put down in his past, it’s an event he doesn’t talk about often

Owns and sometimes wears a pair of gold framed glasses

Owns and adores an Alvarado V4F 570 Delegate car

#text post #Off Air (ooc) #Cyberpunk AU tag tba #(finally) #(the cyberpunk au notes) #(and uuuuuuuuuh) #(probably gonna use some mix of human and none human icons for it??) #(whatever lol) #(is this ENTIRELY indulgent that next to NOBODY will get involved with?) #(yes) #(do I still like it?) #(also yes because i'm being very normal about cyberpunk lmao) #(there also might be too much and too little effort in this but i still like it asldghehorg)

[artzychic27]

lab rats incorrect quotes?

(Mendeleieve’s students are all bionic, and Bustier’s students are the bionic soldiers*

Mendeleiev: We're introducing a new element to training - The Bionic Battle. Each week two of you will be pitted against each other in a physical challenge.

Alix: *eagerly* To the death?!

Mendeleiev: *sarcastically* Yes. I built this multi-million dollar facility to train and house you just so we can pick you off one by one.

—

Ismael: All right, who's ready to do some things we'll regret?

Aurore: We're supposed to be responsible.

Ismael: Look, we're supposed to teach them life lessons, and today's life lesson is about doing things we can't do when Mendeleiev is here.

—

Simon: Now I want you to reactivate the autopilot by pushing the two red buttons on the panel next to you.

Sabrina: I don't see any red buttons, only green ones.

Simon: Green? There are no green buttons.

Cosette: Would now be a bad time to tell you Sabrina is colorblind?

—

Mireille: Jean, what're you doing up here? You're supposed to be downstairs watching the other Jeans.

Jean: Hello? They're our guests. It would be rude not to offer them drinks. *reading from a list* "Two waters, one O.J. and one berry-infused decaf green tea, soy milk on the side." One of me is very high maintenance.

—

Simon: Guys, Alien Gladiators are comin' to DuPont!

Ismael: *gasps* I knew this day would come. Thankfully I've prepared for an alien invasion. *dons an aluminum foil hat* Simon, you hold 'em off while the rest of us who deserve to live escape!

—

Reshma: *jailed while still in her Kaminari costume* Great. Now I'm stuck in here with a bunch of weirdos.

Lacey: Says Lacey every week day.

—

Mendeleiev: Do you know what would happen if they found out there was a fourth bionic kid?

Zoé: It'd be an odd number. I imagine they'd be pissed.

Mendeleiev: Or, they would take you away and lock me up - and I can't go back to prison. There was a farewell party. I gave a speech and it'd just be awkward.

—

Reshma: Can't believe that people are so shallow they only like us because we're bionic… This is awesome!

—

Agent: City Hall called this morning. The Mayor is making a special trip to meet YOU.

Marc: Wait. The Mayor is coming here? Today?

Agent: Yes, and if you don't show him that things are running smoothly, I will make sure you end up in a warehouse sitting in cages like the circus freaks you are.

Mendeleieve’s Students: HEY!

—

Simon: I am so tired of them getting all the attention because they have super-speed, super-strength, weather control. I never get any of the credit.

Mendeleiev: That is not true, Simon. They just have a lot of flash, but you're the glue that holds that flash together. You're... flash glue.

—

Aurore: Hey, Madame Mendeleieve, have you seen Ismael? He's not answering his phone and his mission suit and gear are gone.

Mendeleiev: What?

Denise: Yeah, I'm worried he was carried away by a small predatory bird.

—

Reshma: *searching in Antarctica* Well, how could he not be here? This was Ismael’s exact location.

Jean: There's only one explanation: He met a family of Eskimos who took him in as their pet because he is the exact same size as a penguin.

—

Reshma: Austin T is a killer android?!

Cosette: You really know how to pick 'em, Jean.

—

Aurore: All right, guys, let's go get our mission suits.

Jean: Good idea. We wanna look our best when we're being killed.

—

Aurore: Hey, uh, why haven't WE ever had a birthday party?

Mme. Bustier: Demeter! You NEVER celebrated their birthdays?

Mme. Mendeleiev: Of course I celebrated their birthdays. Remember when we... *the teens shake their heads* No, when we went to the... *the teens shake their heads again* Yeah, I never celebrated their birthdays.

Mme. Bustier: Did you also eat all the cookies before Santa came down the chimney?

Cosette: *Raises its hand* What's Santa?

Mme. Bustier: Oh, come ON!

—

Mendeleieve: No, see, in the face of an imminent threat, Marc’s Commando App kicks in and he becomes a fearless brute I like to call Mike. It's kinda like a fight-or-flight thing, except I took out the flight part, 'cause - useless - and I replaced it with a testosterone level of, like, a Tasmanian devil-wolverine-shark-lion hybrid that's mad.

—

Marc: *as Mike*Losing makes me wanna rip out my own intestines and wear 'em as a headband!

—

Marc: *His commando app disengages in the middle of a football game* Wait. Where am I?! And... am I wearing a jock strap?

—

Aurore: Well, what do WE know about throwing a surprise party?

Cosette: Well, if it was me, I'd want a bouncy house. And a pinata. Wait. And a clown. No, wait! Put the pinata ON the clown IN the bouncy house and hit everything at once. Candy's bound to come out of somewhere!

—

Mendeleieve: I am the worst mom ever.

*silence*

Mendeleieve: Well, don't all disagree with me at once!

—

Lacey: Oh, I get it. So we're takin' Ismael to the pound.

Mendeleieve: No, we're gonna hide Barkl.

Lacey: Right. THEN we take Ismael to the pound.

—

Zoé: Great. So, now there are forty bionic soldiers in our house. What are we going to do?

Cosette: … There's only one thing we CAN do. BIONIC HOUSE PARTY!

—

Nino: Wow, looks like we've all learned a lot from you guys. Pretty soon, I may be even smarter than you.

Simon: *chuckles insincerely* Don't you EVER say that again.

—

Mendeleieve: Hey, Marc, you are not gonna believe this. Another student has the Commando app.

Marc: What? I thought I was the only one with that app.

Mendeleieve: Yeah. You're not that special.

Ismael: Don't look at me. I've been tryin' to tell you that for years.

—

Marc: So, which one of the students has the Commando App?

Mendeleieve: *turning Marc’s head* Him.

Nathaniel: *Crying after he burned his hand*

Cosette: Nathaniel? He’s the most timid boy in the whole academy. I've seen him run from his own shadow.

Mendeleieve: And that's the beauty of the Commando app. The enemy is caught off-gaurd by a non-threatening subject.

Marc: But I have the Commando app.

Mendeleieve: Yes, you do.

—

Denise: Zoé, what would you say if I told you I just got beat up by a 90-pound boy?

Zoé: Welcome to the club?

—

Mendeleieve: I'm sorry, Eddy. We couldn't save your body.

Cosette: But to be honest we didn't even try.

—

*Denise unintentionally knocks Mendeleieve across the room*

Mireille: Don't look at us. You're the one who gave super-strength to a human tank.

—

Zoé: Listen, dad, Mme. Mendeleieve is the best teacher I could ask for. And, yes, I have a bionic arm because of her technology, but that technology will also allow me to help people.

Morgan: How?

Zoé: Well, I can lift a car off of someone. I can punch through a wall and rescue some people.

*Morgan is unmoved*

Zoé: I can power you through the line of shoppers on Black Friday.

Morgan: Keep talkin'.

—

Zoé: *to Morgan, sobbing* I'm just a child. I didn't know what was going on.

Mendeleieve: What are you doing?

Zoé: He already hates you; I can still get out of this alive.

—

Feel free to add on!

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #lab rats #marc anciel #aurore beaureal #mireille caquet #zoé lee #jean duparc #ms. mendeleiev

[yaboyyjay]

Wayne lost her in an autonomous car crash.

He'd lost a lot of himself that day after flatlining on the flight to a trauma unit. A trauma specialist recorded that he'd been dead for ninety-seven seconds, but it may have been an eternity.

He remembered hurtling through a long dark tunnel; infinite darkness chasing him towards a light. Then the light took him, and he felt more alive than alive, bathed in warmth and love from the receeding past and the approaching future. A love that met him in the specious present and brought him to her for a final farewell.

Wayne remembered it clearly: it was her time, she'd told him. When he protested, she comforted him, telling him to return to his body.

"Where are you going?" he asked as she radiated concentric rainbows. "How will I know you'll be okay?"

"Watch for the blue jay," she replied, then he found himself with a befuddled trauma team and a skyscraper high rescue and resuscitation bill.

Most of Wayne had been replaced with cybernetic parts, but his heart still pumped red blood. He still felt the energy of the universe, ebbing and flowing, interfacing with organic and non-organic life. What's more, he felt changed, evolved; no longer afraid of death. And he burned for his time to come, longing to be reunited with her again.

Then, one day, while walking through the city, Wayne heard something that had been all but wiped out in the sector. Something his bionic ears couldn't convert to a neural message or recognizable sound. When he looked down, he saw it: a blue jay bouncing along the ground!

As the bird hopped towards him, his bionic eyes tagged it as an anomaly, a sign that couldn't be interpreted by machines. But it chirped, and he felt relief, smiling for the first time since they were together. Because it meant she was happy and alive somewhere, on the other side of forever.

_______

Art by Dan Mora

#flash fiction

[gumballavocadoharry]

*🍭= Fluff 🍫= Angst 🍿= Serious tone/ Graphic details*

So basically storylines will be in red, and extras will be in purple and blurbs are just regular;

Pictures: 🍭

Houses: (check the reblogs for the other ones!!!) 🍭

Workplaces: 🍭

Librarian Harry:

Yn meets Harry, the local librarian at the downtown library. Her thirst for books and possibly a soulmate, collide themselves into this novelistic type romance...but will it end happily ever after?

Have you seen this book? 🍭

Bionic dad Harry:

Harry is a single father to Rowan Styles, his bionic superhero son in training to take over saving the city one day. Through the father and son's ups and downs, they take it all while living a double life.

Rowan takes out the trash (His way) 🍭

Rowan's Harry's number 1 🍭

Harry motivates Rowan 🍭

Rowan saves Harry's life 🍫

Harry and Rowan's bionic powers 🍭

Rowan is in a car accident 🍿+ Part 2 🍫 🍿

Small house Harry:

Harry is a simple man, with simple means and simple dreams. And then he meets yn.

Harry's introduction 🍭

Dentist Harry:

After her local dentist closes up, Yn is on the search of a new dentist. The she needs her wisdom teeth removed and happens to find oral surgeon Dr. Styles. And he just might fill her boxes.

Yn's toothache 🍭

Nurse single dad Harry:

Harry is a nurse at Dayton General Hospital, who works tiresome hours helping patients and assisting doctors. But the biggest challenge is coming home to 3 year old son Ryan whom he raises all alone.

Boo boo shift 🍭🍫

Florist Harry:

Yn, in desperate need of flowers for a friend's wedding, comes along to a small floral shop that has the most prettiest flowers her eyes ever laid on. The shop owner isn't too shabby himself....in fact...he's the biggest eye candy.

Candy shop owner Harry:

A bad day sends baker yn into a candy store for supplies for some cookies she had been meaning to bake. There she meets the honeyed shop keeper, Harry, who happens to be as sweet as his treats.

Adoptive Father Harry:

Young man Harry, who works a dead end job at a grocery, stumbles upon an abandoned infant. He takes it upon himself to care for the baby and treat him as his own son. But will the young child ever get that chance?

Harry meets baby 🍭🍫

Restaurant Harry:

Food blogger yn, walks into an all around restaurant called 'From the restaurant table' who she is assigned to do a report on. From there she meets chef Harry who yn may have a little more to say about than his delicious food.

Harry makes yn a special dinner 🍭

Ice cream parlour Harry:

Ice cream shop owner, Harry, runs one if the cities most beloved ice cream parlours. He's also a single father to Orson, his baby boy.

Teacher Harry:

Yn just snags a new job as a kindergarten teacher at Idolridge elementary. As she learns the ropes and settles in as a new teacher, Mr. Styles, the child loving neighboring classroom in the school catches her attention and his help as he is more than happy to give yn the chance to become a favorite at the school.

Class begins 🍭

Cupcakes and Rude awakenings 🍭🍫

Over the weekend 🍫🍭

Inventor Harry:

Yn is a college student stuck on an engineering project that her professor has assigned to her. So, she seeks help from another classmate, Harry, who works as a inventor scientist as takes the disgruntled student through the steps of making the perfect invention. And of course, they become friends and more along the way.

Stitches and Shooters 🍭

Pirate Harry:

Yn lives on a quaint little seaside village. But when the town becomes dangerous, Yn leaves on a little raft that she makes for herself- surviving on the sea with only rations of food. As Yn becomes lost at sea, a pirate ship finds and takes her aboard for shelter, where a hospitable young pirate takes special care of the young woman. Yn and the pirate slowly start to fall for each other and the love that blossoms between them even test the strongest of seas against the ocean.

Writer Harry:

After facing a challenging bout of writer's block, a rocky relationship with his parents- including their spilt from each other- and being disowned after being blamed for his sister's sickness, Harry, a young writer decides to unplug and journey to Napa where he meets a Kit, a bubbly sweet young woman, who brings light to his dull life. As Harry goes through a deep self-discovery, he begins to realize exactly where he needs to be and where he wants everyone to be in his life; along the way while discovering where he really wants Kit to fit into his puzzle as well.

Circus Harry:

Harry, the ringmaster of 'Styles Circus' hires a new acrobat girl, Yn, whom he discovers has a skin condition. Yn is very reclusive and reluctant to open up to anyone, including Harry. But as she begins to feel more comfortable, her relationship with Harry begins to bloom, causing the circus performers to create their own act of love.

#troupe harry #harry styles #harry styles imagine #librarian harry! #troupe #dentist harry #small house harry #harry bionic #restaurant harry #dad!harry #singledadrry #single dad harry #nurse harry #adoptive father harry #teacher harry #candy store owner harry #ice cream shop owner harry #inventor harry #florist harry #harry styles one shot #harry styles fanfiction #harry and yn #harry loves yn #harry long hair