#so I'm considering telling them i want to do the labs alone from now on

[luveline]

maybe miguel with shy spider girl who never holds eye contact with him and he calls her to is office alone for info and she’s just a mess? idk 😭😭

“Miguel wants to see you.” 

You smile at Peter B. Parker. It is not a natural nor authentic smile. “Sorry,” you say, “what?” 

“Miguel, the big guy! He wants to see you. You reported that weird bubble on 265, right?” Peter’s chewing on gum obnoxiously, seemingly unwise to your panic. Mayday giggles in his arms. “He wants your opinion.” 

“I've never spoken to him.” 

Peter laughs jovially as Mayday climbs up his front and almost topples down the back of him. “He's a nice guy, you'll like him. Hey, you want some gum?” 

You take a stick of gum but don't chew it, the strip of Juicy Fruit powdering your fingers as you ride the elevator up to Miguel's laboratory. You barely know where it is, only that it's in a general direction of which you've never walked in. You haunt the dorms and the library rather than the workshops, content in your quiet life (as quiet as it can be, considering). Every step you take down the red lit hall to his lab is brimming with the want to turn back. 

There's a platform set on the floor decorated by computers. You can't tell what's holographic and what's physical, but Miguel O'Hara is undeniably solid. His shoulders alone look thick as a tree trunk where he stands in the midst of it all. 

You know it will be less painful to just… say hello. You put your Juicy Fruit in your pocket and clear your throat quietly. 

“Mr. O'Hara?” 

He waves his hand at you without looking. “Miguel is better. Come here.” 

You struggle up onto his raised laboratory. Would it have hurt to build a step? 

“Spider-Girl from earth 1421. Yes?” 

“Y/N,” you say. “Yeah, that's me.” 

He looks up at that, like your name is a curse word, or a surprise. You meet his eyes for as long as you're able to before your gaze crawls to his chest. 

“And you saw the distension on 265?” 

“Distension… um, you mean when the air looked like it was bubbling?” 

“What were you doing when it started? Just give me a run down.” 

You clasp your hands together tightly. You feel silly in your suit because somebody convinced you that it was okay to wear stuff on top, so now you're in this big silly hoodie while Miguel stands waiting in his officials. You'd always thought it was nanotechnology, but closer it seems more like a fabric with chameleon technology, or—

“What were you doing when it started?” he asks again, softer now. “You're not in trouble, I just need to get a sense of what happened.”  

“I know, I– we were there to– to–” You wince. “To capture an anomaly, Doc Ock 83.” Your hands start to tremble, you're so nervous. “But we had a hard time finding him, he wasn't doing much, and the– bubble started not long after getting there.” 

“Was it a precursor to anything? Did something significant happen after it began?” 

“Um–” You can't think. What happened? You'd been standing on the street between the last reported sighting of the anomaly with your small team. You're a competent bunch but you only ever get called in for the weak guys, and you weren't sure what to do when things got weird. “I'm sorry, I don't know.” You peek at him, worried he's going to snap at you. 

“Just take some time to think about it.” 

He smiles —Miguel smiles at you, a juxtaposition to every rumour you've ever heard about him— and takes a step toward you, gesturing at your hoodie. You freeze up, worse when his fingertips point at the hem of it. 

“Do you have your drone?” 

You flush a hundred degrees hot and pull your hoodie up your chest to click the panel of your drone where it dents over your heart. It breaks free, flying up into the air above your head on automatic. Miguel grabs it out of the air and takes it over to his computer, where he syncs the sim and looks through your recordings. He isn't so cruel as to play them without permission, deferring back to you.

You raise your hand and tap the file. 

It starts with you talking to yourself. “There's no… what alley was he…” You scrub forward to the middle of the video, just before the distension begins. “Hey, do you see that?” you ask your teammates.

Miguel leans forward. He's standing very, very close to you, and he talks quietly so as not to overcloud the sound on screen, “Here. Does this jog your memory?” he asks. 

You look away from him again. But, now he's asked, and now you've seen it, there was something unfamiliar. “After it appeared, the anomaly changed. Doc Ock didn't look like himself. I thought I was seeing things, but here–” You rewind the video and point at the outline of Doc Ock against the bubble. “See? He's different. He looks paler.” 

Miguel glares at the screen in concentration. Your comparison must impress him, though it doesn't solve the problem. “Alright,” he says as he copies the file from your drone. You summon it back to your heart. “The next time one of these is reported, I want you to come with me.” 

“Oh. Why?” 

“Because six people went to that dimension and only one of them flagged this. You have a sharp eye. When you deign to use them.” 

You bring your gaze up in a rush, “I– I'm just nervous–” 

“I know.” He smiles at you again, not at all the prey versus predator grin you'd imagined, but a more private smile as though you're sharing a joke. He looks at once like a normal man. Is he flirting with you? “Keep your communicator on, hm? I'll call for you.” 

“Okay.” You don't know what to do, so you offer him a smile of your own. “See you then.” 

He chuckles into himself as though he knows something you don't. “See you, nerviosa.” 

You wouldn't need to know Spanish to know he's teasing you. 

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[therainscene]

I think I might have figured out what the Mind Flayer really is.

This theory has been percolating in my brain for a while now; it hasn't really finished baking yet but I wanted to get the gist of it down before The First Shadow debuts.

Let’s begin at the Hawkins National Lab, 6th November 1983. For the second time in her young life, El faces terrifying and deeply traumatic circumstances which cause her powers to lash out and rip a gash in the fabric of reality.

Meanwhile, across town, Will is doing what every queer 12 year-old has done and finds an excuse to spend an extra moment alone with his crush.

His little gay heart is as aflutter as the garage lights.

(Strange, that. The lights, I mean -- considering that he's on the other side of town from the lab. Do you suppose the Demogorgon trekked all the way to Mike's house and quietly followed him home again?)

Will heads home, lost in thought as he cycles past the lab. Is he thinking about how sweet his new X-Men #134 is gonna be? Or is he thinking about something even sweeter? The lights flutter again.

And something in front of him notices.

Will has always been noticeable: his clothes, his mannerisms, his interests -- they've always attracted the attentions of bullies. Now something new -- or maybe something that was always there and is only now making itself known -- has attracted the attentions of a monster.

He runs home, he calls for help, but he's alone, there's no escape. He races to the shed and loads a gun like his father taught him -- but it's not in his nature to be violent. He freezes, petrified.

The lights surge as his terror wrestles control of his powers and uses them to puncture an escape route in the fabric of reality.

Why were we so quick to believe that the Demogorgon -- a minion of the guy whose whole thing is his inability to open gates -- was able to open its own temporary portals in S1 and then never again?

Will could plausibly have been responsible for every temporary portal in S1: he’s at the Byers house when the Demogorgon pushes through its walls; he's on the run to Castle Byers when Nancy stumbles across that portal in the woods; and he's plugged in to one of Vecna's vines during the finale -- something we see Vecna plug himself into when he remotely opens gates in S4.

There’s one exception though.

Barb likely slipped through a gate in Steve's pool, but how could Will have opened that one when he was in his bedroom at the time, talking to his mother through the lights?

Let me ask you this: isn't it interesting that of all the injuries Barb could have obtained in her passage to the Upside Down, she got a nosebleed?

I think powers are more common than we’ve been led to believe, and gates are a last-ditch self-defense mechanism for anyone with powers.

This is why the four curse victims’ deaths opened a gate: Vecna pushed them to their breaking point to artificially trigger the self-defense response. Those headaches and nosebleeds weren't caused by Vecna directly, but by their own powers acting up as they inched towards oblivion.

[Shoutout to @givehimthemedicine's underrated powers and blood theory for the idea of Vecna's Curse being the overcharging of his victims' own powers.]

It was already pretty obvious that Vecna's Curse is a metaphor for suicide, and this theory reinforces it: every kid who gets targeted by the horrors of Hawkins for being "different" tries to find some way to escape.

Willel's misfortune is that their powers are considerably more easily manifested than the average person's. Byler tells the story of visible vs invisible queerness, but that's just a reflection of the larger theme at play in the show: the visible and invisible ways kids are othered and abused.

Max's trauma was a quiet thing that came from within and festered until it was almost too late to save her... but Willel's trauma manifests as a giant monster that openly hunts them down.

And I'm being literal when I say the Mind Flayer is a manifestation of their trauma.

We know that Vecna fashioned the Mind Flayer from a cloud of black particles he found in the Upside Down, but where did that cloud come from? The Upside Down is a mysterious enough place that it's easy to assume the Shadow is native to that realm... but what if it isn't?

The Mind Flayer is heavily associated with repression -- Will gradually lost his memories while he was possessed, and El lost her powers when the sliver of Flesh Flayer wormed its way into her leg.

But Will has mysteriously been without powers ever since leaving the Upside Down, and we've seen El lose memories too: her memories of surviving the lab massacre, in which she didn't simply escape by opening up a gate, but by disintegrating her attacker into black particles.

The Mind Flayer doesn't cause repression -- it is repression.

There must have been countless generations worth of traumatized children who took the extra step El did and sent their abusers -- or at least their memories of abuse -- into that hidden realm beyond the gate.

(There's also the possibility that Mr. Time-is-Just-a-Social-Construct is stuck in a time loop of some sort -- maybe the massacre has repeated hundreds of times, and Dimension X is a timeless graveyard of El's attempts to repress her trauma. This would explain why Henry seems to have both disintegrated and survived: we were watching at least two different iterations of the massacre all along.)

Whichever way you slice it, it's a perfect fit: the tool Vecna uses to perpetuate the cycle of abuse isn't some bizarro alien from an alternate dimension, but a direct consequence of the cycle itself.

The Mind Flayer tells us that escape alone doesn't work as a long-term solution: it might help you survive the initial abuse, but if you don't address the effect it had on you...

...it will come back to wreck havok.

[Edit: Click here for post-TFS thoughts on this theory]

#stranger things #will has powers #willel #byler #will byers #el hopper #max mayfield #barb holland #henry creel #mind flayer #my analysis

[scoonsalicious]

Unwanted: Chapter 16, Unaccompanied - Pt. 3

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language.

Word Count: 977

Previously On...: You felt even worse when Bucky revealed that Carthage had someone weaseled her way onto the Quinjet to join him on the Russia mission.

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“Hey, kiddo,” Tony greeted you as you entered his lab. He was surrounded by bits and pieces of various tech, obviously in the middle of some experimentation. “How are you feeling? Obviously good enough to be walking around. I’m glad you’re here, actually– I have something I want to talk to you about.”

“I thought Carthage was benched, Tony!” you interrupted, ignoring his greeting. Rhodey had been making a slow, but steady, recovery, but as far as you knew, Tony had not lifted his blanket ban on keeping Jade grounded from further missions. Tony frowned at you. “She is,” he said, giving you a puzzled look.

“Then why the fuck is she on the Quinjet with Bucky on the way to Moscow right this minute?” you asked, accusation clouding your words.

Tony put down the electronic components he’d been holding. “Well, I certainly didn’t approve it. I only just got you to forgive me. You think I want to willingly make you even more pissed?”

“Well, someone did,” you said. Your arms were crossed over your chest and you were pouting like a petulant child. 

“I’ll look into it,” he promised, “but don’t overlook the possibility that she took it upon herself to stow away. Not just to get some alone time with Barnes, but to get herself back on the mission roster, too.”

You hadn’t considered that, but now that you did, you wouldn’t have put it past her at all. “Thanks,” you huffed.

“Why do you even care, though?” he asked. “I thought you two broke up. Can’t believe you still won’t tell me why, by the way.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Because it’s not your business, Boss,” you told him. Truthfully, you wanted to confide in Tony, to tell him what Bucky had done, what he had said, so you could bask in the comfort you knew he would offer you, but you truly believed that, if he knew the full truth, there was a very good chance Tony would actually try to murder Bucky. You might not be prepared to fully forgive him, or be with him again, but you certainly didn’t want him dead. And honestly? The last time the two had gone up against one another, it hadn’t ended so well for Tony, either. You doubted Bucky would purposefully hurt him– he wouldn’t do that to you– but you’d never forgive yourself if Tony got himself injured because of you.

“Pfft,” Tony scoffed. “Not my business? What kind of pseudo-big brother would I be if I didn’t look out for my pseudo-little sister? Besides, you think I don’t already know it has to do with him and Carthage being a little too close?”

“Tony,” you warned. “Just find out how she got on that Quinjet, okay? Please?”

“Finnnnnne,” Tony conceded with a roll of his eyes. “You’re lucky I still feel guilty about that med bay incident.”

“Thank you,” you said. “I really appreciate it.”

“With that out of the way,” he said, sliding his rolling stool over to you, “I need a favor.”

You rolled your eyes. Leave it to Tony to ask for a favor in your moment of turmoil. “Go on,” you urged him.

“The annual shareholder gala is on Saturday,” he told you. You nodded, knowing that the event was upcoming. You’d been planning on being away on the mission, so you hadn’t given it much thought. “Big topic of conversation’s going to be your C-PAS. I want you to be there to talk it up, get the investors excited about it so they’ll open their wallets.”

“Ugh, Tony,” you groaned, “you know I fucking hate schmoozing. Can’t you do it? You’re so much better at bullshitting rich people than I am! Besides, I’m sick. What if I throw up on everyone important? Is that really a risk you’re willing to take? Think of the optics.”

Tony rolled his eyes at you. “We’ll load you up with anti nausea meds if we have to,” he reassured you, “so you’ll be fine for a couple of hours. Come on, Pocket. You’re my Chief Technical Officer. This program is your baby. No one is going to sell it as passionately as you. You know that. Don’t you want to show your hard work off?”

You considered it for a moment before dropping your arms and let out a groan. “Fiiiine,” you conceded. “But you’re really gonna owe me for this one, Stark.”

“I’ll buy you a pony,” he said with a smile.

“Oh my God, really?” you squealed. You knew he didn’t mean it, but you sure as shit were going to play into it.

“No,” Tony said, looking at you like you were a complete idiot. “Where the hell would we keep it?”

“I dunno.” Your expression turned into a sour pout. “You could buy a farm Upstate or something.”

“I suppose we could raise some sheep there,” he said thoughtfully.

“Oh my god,” you laughed. “That takes me back.”

Tony grinned at you. “So, all seriousness, what do you want in exchange for a few hours of your time on Saturday?”

“Buy me a new dress,” you said. “And shoes.”

“That’s it?” he asked, sounding somewhat disappointed, as though he’d expected you to ask for a yacht or some such thing. Maybe you did need to up your asking game.

“Okay, how’s this– new dress, shoes, handbag and jewelry, PLUS,” you added with a pointed look, “official write ups in Carthage’s file listing her as unfit to continue beyond her probationary period for recklessness and conduct unbecoming an Avenger. Enough to guarantee no amount of votes will allow her to stay.”

Tony put a hand on your shoulder. “My dear Pocket,” he said, smirk growing wider, “here I was hoping you were going to ask me for something difficult. It would be my pleasure.”

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[fatuismooches]

Just thinking about reader getting hurt while out doing commissions or something and Dottore absolutely seething silently... Reader is just out gathering materials, nothing unusual. Until some random fatuus come along. Now I like to imagine Dottore tries to keep their relationship somewhat secret? For they're safety and simply for privacy, so most people don't know that they're Dottore's lover. Now, they didn't exactly expect some random agents to come up to them, and especially ones that don't seem so friendly... (I mean, maybe standing around in the cold all day doing nothing gets you rather bored and tempermental...) They probably try to talk it out politely, but the agents simply don't give up, either out of boredom to annoy someone or they accuse you for sneaking around (Since they look like a normal citizen.) Of course, being Dottore's lover, they're by no means weak. But one of the agent's still manages to land a good hit on them with an electro delusion, and they're on the ground before they know it (I doubt being struck by lightning is very nice...) Thankfully the other agent's saw the commotion by the camp and came over, fatui agent's don't typically beat up their own citizens without good reason... Fastforward and they're being held in a medical ward. One of Dottore's subordinates recognizes them and immediately informs him. (To which he is seething. The scalpel that was in his hand was bent backwards from how hard he was gripping it.) Everyone can only clear the path for the harbinger as his footsteps echo through the halls. He insists on taking care of they're wounds, and despite all the atrocities he's ever committed with his hands, those hands are so gentle on them... He will find out who hurt them, no matter if they want to tell him or not. And this doesn't apply to just being physically harmed. Someone made them cry? He'll strangle whoever did that and make it hurt. (All while the clones comfort you of course! <3) And I also think in the akademiya he was the same, but his anger wasn't really as quiet... He would chastise you whenever you got clumsy in a fight and end up injured, scolding you and insulting you while patching you up (He is horribly worried about you getting fatally injured, he just has no idea how to express it without being mean) Some so called scholar won't leave you alone about extorting you to do their work? He'll dig up dirt on them and ruin their lives. (He will deny having anything to do with it.) (This is so long... I really didn't mean to, but I'm really bad at getting my thoughts out in a short manner. I hope at least some of it is coherent, your Dottore works always makes me bounce off the walls <3)

ADWUIDEUD OEEDN ITNDDD WHTAT THI IS MAKING ME BOUNCE OFF THE WALLS TOO??? I don't even know what to add, it's already so good 😫

Unlike Dottore, you can't stay cooped up in a lab all day, you like to get some fresh air (even if you're getting hit by some angry snowflakes) while running some errands for him so the clones don't have to bother doing them. Most people just thought of you as his average assistant, which was good considering Dottore doesn't have the time or patience to deal with the gossiping or rumors regarding him and especially not you (also definitely not the other Harbingers...)

Unfortunately, that has a drawback, which is the fact that some Fatui liked to mess with you since they thought you were a mere easily replaceable assistant. You've dealt with some in the past and sent them on their way, not telling Dottore because you wouldn't want to waste his time with unimportant things like this. This time, however, you weren't so lucky... fighting in such a snowy and slippery landscape was not your expertise... and you ended up with a rather nasty wound. You've gone through worst, but it still hurt, you know?

When Dottore is interrupted from his research, he's initially upset but as soon as the words fly out of the agent's mouth in a hurried and terrified manner (because everyone is scared to even be in his presence much less report to him) it appears like all of that annoyed energy is gone as he asks the agent to repeat himself. And it feels like the room has dropped in temperature, the Doctor's face expressionless as he easily snaps the scalpel, the clanging of it to the floor making the agent's face pale. Dottore doesn't even waste time killing the agent as he simply leaves to go to you. (That subordinate is crying himself to sleep later 😭)

Literally all noise in the camp stops as soon as the 2nd Harbinger comes, he takes one look at you and just takes you out of there (his lab is far more equipped than this pitiful place) It's been a long time since Zandik tended to your wounds, you usually never get hurt since you're quite careful or you always have a clone, so it's a bit nostalgic and heartwarming to feel his hands being so tender... cleaning and applying a salve... wrapping it carefully himself, etc 🥺 He won't press you for answers, because he'll find out he did it really quickly anyway and kill them with no remorse or emotion (he's such a silly!)

UGHHHH AKADEMIYA DOTTORE MY FAV <3 100% correct nonnie 🤭 His lecturing and scolding you hurt you MORE than the wound 😭probably 😭 He would go on and on about wtf were you thinking, you shouldn't have done that, you need to be more careful. Only this is how he expresses his worry since he doesn't know how to cope with caring about someone this much so he just resorts to mean words in hopes you can somehow translate "do you want to die, fool? how can you jump in there like an idiot?" to "you scared me and i don't want you to do that again, i don't like seeing you hurt"

Zandik is a good liar... until the topic of ruining someone's life comes up! You just know he had something to do with it. But... the idea of him sacrificing sleep to make the life of your harasser miserable, instead of using the time to do research, that's how you know you've got him 🤭💖

#smooches talks #dottore love notes <3 #i am absolutely so in love w the idea of dottore going even more batshit crazy when his partner is hurt #bro would literally not let ANYTHING slide #even if someone merely looked at you in the wrong way or distastefully ur done. wiped from existence.

[cyber-night]

Gnosis sex with Scaramouche.

Content warnings SMUT!, Sub Scaramouche x Dom Reader, Not Betad, Fisting, Incorrect usage of the electro Gnosis, multiple orgasms, Scara is referred to as Doll and puppet like once, consensual!, safe and sane if you squint and look past the fact that it's Scaramouche smut and that he is decidedly Not those things, that's all I can think to put but if I missed something tell me!

And as promised @dottcre from -🫀

Ever since Scaramouche had acquired the gnosis he hadn't been paying you much attention. You understood how important this was to him but it had been over a week of him working non-stop to figure out how to put the gnosis in his chest where his heart should be and frankly it was starting to frustrate you.

After yet another day of being ignored in favour of the gnosis, you were fed up with him. You didn't need to search for him to know where he was he was in the room he had made into a makeshift lab. He's surrounded by papers and books with a book in his lap and the gnosis in his hand being rolled back and forth between his fingers "Scaramouche?" You asked tentatively figuring it was best to see what his mood was before proceeding. "Not now I'm busy," He says without looking up from the book he's reading. You clicked your tongue before walking over to him. "Any way I can help?" You ask watching him to figure out where his head is at "have you considered leaving me alone" is his cold response. Rolling your eyes you respond "Scara it's been days. You need to take a break. Sitting here for hours isn't going to help."

He sighs finally looking up at you he looks exhausted even for a puppet "and how do you suggest I take a break?" You smiled before kissing him hard you reached over and snatched the gnosis from his hand before pulling away "I have a couple of ideas" you said as you pulled back. He trys to snatch the gnosis from your hand but you moved even further back. "Humour me Doll I think I can help you relax" He tsks before finally relenting and leaning in to kiss you again and again as you plop down next to him.

He climbs into your lap as you wrap your arms around his waist still holding his gnosis. You had planned on being gentle with him today since he'd been working so hard but it seemed he had other ideas as he sank his teeth into your lower lip hard enough for you to taste the metallic tang of blood. Your hand snapped up to rest at his throat, an empty threat really as he doesn't breathe but a good reminder of who he belongs to. You push him back to look into his eyes. "Since you want to be a brat go ahead and strip for me. You think you can do that for me my pretty doll?" He glares at you but pushes himself back out of your lap and starts to take his clothes off while you fiddle with the gnosis.

He climbs back into your lap once he's completely naked but he can't meet your eyes as he now realizes he's the only one naked. Before he can complain you start pressing kisses to his neck and collarbone before biting and sucking marks into them. You set the gnosis aside so your hands can roam up and down his sides. One hand snakes its way to run through the hair at the nape of his neck pausing at where you know the electro sigil is placed pressing against it almost reverently. He always despises when you show the mark any affection hating its origin with a passion. Your other hand trails down to completely engulf his already hard and leaking cock not stroking it but squeezing it and running your thumb over the tip. He pulls back "If you're going to fuck me hurry up and do it then" you can tell he's trying to sound demanding but it comes out more as a whine.

You roll your eyes and shuffle back towards the unused bed roll that is spread out to one side. He follows you onto the soft mattress and you pushed him down onto it before settling between his legs and trailing kisses up his abs. You try to remember if there was any lube anywhere close by before realizing your hand was already soaked in his precum from squeezing his cocklet earlier. You shove two of your fingers all the way into him and watch him wince at the suddenness of it. You run your hand up and down his hip as you give him a moment to recover. "Is that better? Hmm?" His teeth are clenched and his breathing is uneven as he hisses out "good, your finally doing something about the mess you started." You roll your eyes "Scara, is it possible for you to go one day without being an insufferable brat?" You ask as you start to pull your fingers out and roughly shove them back in. It takes him a few minutes to respond, already starting to lose himself to pleasure. His eyes roll back as he bites out a Fuck you to which you respond by adding another finger alongside your previous two. He chokes out a moan.

An idea pops into your head and a wicked grin spreads across your face as you stop moving your fingers so he pays attention. He opens his mouth to complain before you beat him to it "Doll, do you think your pathetic little hole can fit my entire fist?" His eyes widen and his dick twitches at the idea as he flushes bright red, after a moment of silence from him you ask "Can I try?" He nods his head slowly while looking away too embarrassed to look at you. You could just accept that but he's been such a pain in the ass you decide to make him say it "I need words Doll, you gotta tell me what you want me to do to you." He shoots you a glare that is made significantly less effective by the way his cock is practically pouring out precum. "Yes, you can" He bites out. You tilt your head playing dumb "I can what? What is it you want Doll? Use your words." He huffs and waits expecting you to just get on with it and when you don't he gives you a desperate look before caving "I want you to fuck me with your fist . . . Please" he looks away in shame. "There's a good Doll, see that wasn't so hard was it?" You say as you add yet another finger and start ruthlessly thrusting them in and out of his hole abusing his prostate.

After a few more minutes of just teasing him you pull out and reach behind you to grab something from earlier and set it off to the side before press your fingers against his waiting hole again. "You ready, Doll?" He nods, he looks like a mess already tears stain his cheeks and precum stains his abdomen. You slowly press your hand into him watching it get swallowed by his greedy fuck-hole once your in up to your wrist you reach up and take his hand and guide it down to feel. He groans and his eyes roll back in his head as he cums for the first time that night. He instantly starts babbling about how good it feels and to please move, he needs you to move and other desperate nonsense. You indulge him and spread your hand a bit letting your fingers trail over his walls and start to pull out only to push back in you set a good pace if fucking him with your fist. You reach up and wrap your hand around his dick and start to jerk him off in time with the thrusts from your other hand.

"Please I need your cock I took your whole hand! Can I take your cock now? P-please?" he begs. You pause the thrusting of your hand and tilt your head pretending to consider for a moment before responding "Hmm I suppose you have been good but first there's something I want to do" He struggles to push himself up onto his elbows and looks at you in confusion. You hold the gnosis up for him to see and watch as the realization dawns on him and maybe if he wasn't so desperate he would have objected but as it stood he could only whine and let his head fall back. You chuckle darkly as you tapped it against his lips he got the message and opened his mouth sticking out his tongue which you also tapped with the gnosis before shoving it down his throat causing him to gag but him being the good slut he was he took it never looking away from you as you fuck his throat with the very item that's supposed to give him his power. Once you think he's done a good enough job you pull it from his mouth and trail it down his chest letting it graze by his dick to rest against his empty hole. You rest a hand on his stomach before pushing the gnosis and your whole hand inside of him. You nestle it right against his prostate and pull your hand out leaving the gnosis behind.

His reaction is instant. He jolts collapsing back onto the bed and lets out a high-pitched whine. He's drooling and crying as he tries to get out words "O-oh fuck I can . . . I can feel the elemental energy pulsing from, from it fuck" you tilt your head and out of curiosity push your hand back into him causing him to whimper and rest your fingers over the gnosis. He's right, you realize, you can feel small electro pulses emitting from it. You can't help but laugh. "Maybe it doesn't belong in your chest then Doll. Maybe it should be in your ass, right against your prostate, forever." He opens his mouth to argue the logic of that but you feel a stronger electro-pulse release from the gnosis cutting him off and causing his whole body to twitch. You pull your hand out again and lean back on your hands leaving him to the mercy and whims of the gnosis. You can tell the pulses are getting stronger and more frequent by the way his body is shaking. His back arches on a particularly strong pulse. You reach your other hand over and press down on his stomach wondering if you can feel the electro pulse through his body. You quickly discover that you can and reach up to untangle one of his hands that has the sheets in a vice grip and put it over his tummy saying "Feel" He lets out a sob as he cums again. It takes a moment but you can see that he's still hard and leaking "P-please more" He begs.

You smile as you reach into his waiting hole again and take the gnosis by the base and start to thrust it in and out of him never completely removing it from him. You eventually start roughly fucking him with it and letting him become a crying, drooling, moaning mess. "Please I need you in me please fuck" He struggles to get out in-between moans. You decide to have mercy on the pathetic puppet and line your cock up with his well-stretched hole letting it rest against it for a moment before stuffing it into him in one go. Your dick hits the electro gnosis and pushes it into his prostate he practically screams as his back arches. You figured the electro pulses would be just as strong for you as they are for him but they feel more like pleasant tingles than what are clearly strong shocks for Scara. He starts fucking himself back on your cock before you even have a chance to move and for a moment you let him content to watch him writhe on your dick. Growing bored you grab his waist to stop him from moving and start fucking him, truly fucking him, your cock pushing the gnosis against his prostate again and again. He's gone practically limp at this point nothing more than a fuck Doll, a toy, for you to use as you please. You can feel your own orgasm getting closer and you can tell that he's also on the brink of cumming once again. It's not long before you're both cumming him first and you seconds later.

You collapse to the side of him so you don't crush him and when you check on him you see that he's passed out. Maybe you two should experiment more with the gnosis later. For now, your main focus is making sure your darling brat is okay.

#sub scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #bottom scaramouche #scaramouche #sub genshin men #sub genshin #Sub Scaramouche x reader #Cyber-Night

[factual-fantasy]

10 Asks! Thank you! :}} 🌱

I assume I'm not, it appears to just be a chest cold 😞

<XD I've heard of whiteboard yeah. But I've never used it. I can just imagine people popping in just to scribble all over everyone else's work. I'll think I'll stick to solo drawing for now-

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XDD Sylvester has a tendency to be rather cursed-

@minnesotamedic186

I don't see why not! :}

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Indeed it is! I made a post talking about his backstory but I can't access my archive atm so I'll do a quick recap-

I don't actually know anything about madness combat. Some friends of mine were really into it and made a bunch of OCs and I wanted to be cool like them 🥺 so I made my own madness OCs based on what little knowledge I had.

His name is Casey. And he lived out in the middle of nowhere Nevada with two of his best friends in this giant armored truck that they built.

At some point they were caught in a burning building disaster, some bandits stole the truck and Casey's friends died in the fire. He wandered the wasteland alone for a few years.. before eventually stumbling upon the bandits camp.

He stormed into the camp and killed everyone, unfortunately his truck was nowhere to be found. He did however find this little girl that had been captured and tied to a tree.

Him and "Stefany" then traveled together for a few years before meeting a scientist named Eric. He had gotten separated from his group and was stranded. I had this idea that the people from the wasteland hate scientists. But Eric begged for help. They made a deal that if they brought this guy back to his lab, that he would give them this valuable thing from the lab. He agreed.

Eric didn't intend to keep his side of the deal. But after a few weeks of traveling together and bonding.. when they got to the lab he stole the thing and gave it to Casey. Getting himself booted off the lab team in the process.

So now the three of them travel together. Eventually Casey gets hurt really bad and the group has to camp out for a bit. While Stef was out looking for food, she saw Casey's truck in the distance. She went and hijacked it, kicking out the two bandits that were in it.

She drove it back to the camp but the bandits followed. There was a stand off between the bandits and Casey. When suddenly..

"..Casey? Is that you?"

The two bandits were Casey's friends he thought he'd lost. There's this tearful reunion, a lot of story telling and explanations.. and now they travel together as a family :)

Oh yeah and at some point Stef gets a (probably) rabid raccoon named kitty, even though there aren't animals in madness combat..? Apparently?? Idk I had barely any world knowledge when I made these characters <XDD

But now that I'm thinking about them.. I should draw them again some time.. 🤔 anyways, thank you for the interest and for the ask! It means a lot to me :}}

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That's how I'd start probably. Then they'd build sandcastles, dig giant holes for no reason and play in the sea! :}

@couchwow

Sorry, I don't take drawing requests. :/ and considering my state, it's especially something I will not do upon request..

And what are you doing askin me to draw? 🤣 I've seen your work, you're quite the artist yourself! Why not draw it yourself? I know it'd come out great! :D (genuinely)

@astaherussy

I don't think much surprises the Mario Bros anymore. 😅 If they saw a crew of talking pirate cookies they'd just think "well this might as well be happening."

As for a bully on the ship, the crew would not tolerate any of that behavior towards Red. They'd shut that down real quick. ❌

@fallingbones

:DDD Thank you so much!! :}}}

@glitchhayden418

Jimmy's doin fine. And I'll draw what ever I WANT when I finally get over this, thank you very much! >:T ☝️☝️thank you tho :}}

#my response #cookie run #cookie run ocs #my ocs #cookie run Kingdom #super mario bros #haunter #sylveon #madness combat

[writingintheshadowsforever]

Imagine being an Avenger who's close to Shuri and getting hurt on a mission

"Ross where is y/n."

Everett Ross tripped over his own two feet as his music was abruptly cut off and replaced by the familiar voice of the Princess of Wakanda. Fortunately though he was able to catch himself preventing what would've been a nasty face-plant. "Shuri um how are you doing this?"

"I hacked your phone colonizer now answer my question. Where is y/n" Shuri said impatiently.

"I'm not sure what her exact location is-" He started but was cut off.

"Is she on a mission?" There was a urgent tone in her voice that wasn't there before.

"Princess she's an Avenger for hire these days who only really goes where she feels like she's needed. So yes she very well could be but I don't exactly keep tabs on things like that. Once the Sokovia Accords were appealed, organizations lost access to enhanced who didn't want to be tracked." Ross explained.

Shuri let out a huff of frustration. "Thanks for nothing colonizer."

She hung up before he could hang up, and his music was blaring into his ears again.

"Princess you asked for me" Okoye said descending the stairs into the lab.

Shuri turned to the General with a panicked look on her face. "I need you to do something for me. It might the kind of task you're use-" Okoye gripped her by the shoulders making her pause the rambling. "Whatever it is you wish me to do I will happily do it without question. You know this so tell me what is the mission?" she reassured her.

"I need you to follow the coordinates of y/n's kimoyo beads and bring her back to Wakanda please" Shuri told her.

The request indeed caught Okoye off guard as she frowned a bit unsure if she heard her correctly. "You want me to retrieve an Avenger and bring her back here" she repeated.

Shuri threw her hands up into the hair before tangling them in her hair. "Yes her heart rate is going at fast rate which means she's in danger. What if she's out there somewhere alone and dying. No one is going to be." Her voice cut off as Shuri took a few steps back to brace herself up against a sand table. She swallowed hard with tears pooling up in the corners of her eyes. "Okoye please just find her" she whispered in a broken voice.

Okoye covered the distance between them with two long strides to pull the Princess into her arms. Realizing just exactly what was wrong with her, and why she was so upset. Two months had gone by since T'Challa's death, and while Shuri wanted everyone to believe that she was doing just fine. The General knew it was all facade just as well as her mother did, and the thought of losing anyone else she cared about put her on edge. But if that thought started to become reality the girl would truly go off the deep end. You were one of the few Avengers who was invited by the Queen herself to attend the funeral. You dropped everything to be there considering you were pretty close to him and his family. But you were closer to Shuri more than anyone else in Wakanda, and even though you stayed for a whole two weeks. After the ceremony it didn't feel like enough to her, and she begged you to stay longer. Especially when you revealed why you it was so important that you returned to the states. Apparently there were a number of mission requests piling up from all over the world.

"I'll leave immediately to find her" Okoye whispered pressing a quick kiss to her forehead. Shuri nodded against her chest then pulled away to let her go.

Somewhere in Washington

See the best thing about being a dragon is there wasn't much that could hurt you. Literally once you let your dragon scales break free no weapon could pierce through them. Bullets would just bounce off while blades would either glance off of you, or just break depending on what material. It was made out of not even vibranium had the strength to get past your defenses. Unfortunately though that tended to make you cocky enough to forget. There was still weapons out there that could hurt you. Those weapons just usually had to be enchanted in someway or not of this world.

Your eyes widened in pain and disbelief as the dagger embedded itself into your chest. The thug wielding it grinned when it pushed through the scales, and started to twist it. You let out a deep rumbling growl and back handed him across the face. He was knocked back into a tree a few feet away and fell to the ground unconscious. When your hand gripped the hilt of the dagger to yank it out. A wave of overwhelming agony was sent through out entire body. You dropped to one knee letting out another pained growl. Two gunmen lined up behind you spread out in order to surround you. The object was simple take you down and deliver you to whatever freak set this trap for you. Doctor Strange reached out to you a couple of days ago, and asked if you had time to check out. Some new cult of magic users on the rise hiding in the woods of Washington. There had been numerous disappearances of some of the sorcerers stationed in here setting off the alarm. You accepted it and rejected Bucky's offer to tag along thinking it would be a walk in the park. You were starting to regret that decision.

A pair of giant black wings with horns at the ends sprouted out from your back and wrapped your body. Just as they started firing their guns a flurry of bullets rained upon you. But all of them ricocheted off of your wings not a single one breaking through. You wanted until your ears picked up on the familiar clicking noise of an empty gun chamber. Before pulling your wings back and turning around let a maelstrom of fire pour from your mouth. Screams of terror and pain filled the air as the flames devoured them. You reeled in your firebreathing once you were sure they were no longer a problem. The surrounding area was singed by the flames, but there was no threat of a forest fire. With your dragon sight you were able to look off into the distance to see. If there were anymore enemies waiting behind a tree or something to ambush you. Once you confirmed there wasn't you let yourself fall to the ground on your side.

The dagger was still embedded in your chest, and you were unable to remove it yourself. Which was going to be a problem in a few minutes, metal like this could be fatal for dragons. The longer it stayed in the weaker you would get, and it prevented you from healing as well. Who knows how long it would take for the cult to send out more members. If they found you like this you would be defenseless, heck you might be unconscious. Your ears picked up the distant sound of a whistling in the air. You rolled onto your back to glance up at the sky. Just in time to see a white ring of light come down on you, and then your body was being lifted from the ground. You were being beamed up into a familiar aircraft, but the pain knocked you out. Before you reached the inside of the jet.

Wakanda

When you finally came to you found yourself lying on a medical table that was way more comfortable than what it looked. The room you was in was a bit unfamiliar, and when the events from the woods came back. You panicked shooting up into a sitting postion the pain in your chest flared up. Making you let out a cry of pain, but instead of laying back down. You threw your legs over the table to attempt to stand. You made it all of three steps before nearly collapsing, but a pair of strong arms caught you by the shoulders. Whoever it was guided you back to the medical table."

"Easy Avenger you're still injured that cut hasn't disappeared yet" a familiar voice said. You looked up into the warm brown eyes of Okoye, and relief filled your body. Instantly you stopped resisting and let her help you back onto the table.

"Where am I?" You asked curiously

"You're in the palace's infirmary. You've been unconscious for about six hours since I picked you up from Washington" she told you.

"Cool and while I'm grateful for the save. How exactly did you know where I was?"

Okoye gestured to your wrist where the kimoyo beads that Shuri gifted you. A couple of months ago rested, and it clicked in your head that it was Wakanda technology. Which meant she was probably able to track you with it. "Is Shuri keeping tabs on me?" You asked a bit taken back.

"The beads aren't just for tracking y/n they are connected your heart rate as well. When you were fighting earlier it was high and it worried Shuri who sent me to assist you." Okoye said taking a seat at the end of the table.

That made more sense and it didn't surprise you considering. Wakanda was the most technological advanced nation in the world. "I guess I owe you one if you join me on my way back to America, I'll treat you to Starbucks." You knew how much the General wanted to try the popular coffee chain. It was a running joke that she wanted one built in Wakanda, but the idea was turned down. At least the Council didn't see the installation of a Starbucks as a urgent matter.

Her eyes lit up with joy for a quick second before it vanished just as fast replaced with a look of uncertainty. You tilted your head to the side "is something else wrong?"

"Do you think its possible that you could stay in Wakanda for a little longer?" she asked a hint of sadness in her voice. By all means you did see Okoye as a close friend, but you never thought your absence bothered her this much. So there had to be something else going on here.

"I would love to but I have a mission to get back to kind of. Those guys in the woods need to be dealt with plus I gotta check-in with Strange, and let him know what happened."

"Can Strange not takeover the operation himself. You're in no condition to go back in the field y/n" she argued.

"Okoye do you want to tell me what is really going on here, because this isn't the General of the Dora Milaje speaking. You know better than anyone else that the mission comes first. I'm not exactly on death's door" You said propped up on your elbows.

"Why don't you try to convince Shuri of that?" Okoye snapped at you. And there it was the main reason you were truly here, and why she didn't want you to leave yet. You spoke to the Princess nearly everyday always taking time out of your day to check on her. No matter what you had going on, but you had slipped the past two days. Too busy tracking the cult and trying to locate where they were hiding out yet.

"How is she doing?" You asked her in a softer voice.

"Not too well she walks around here pretending like everything is okay, and throws herself into her technology. Today when she asked me to go retrieve you that's the first time I've seen her show so real emotions in months since his death. I think she feared that she was going to lose you today."

You started to sit up again making Okoye jump forward with a disapproving look to push you back down. "No take me to her she needs to see I'm okay."

"Y/N you can barely walk just rest a bit longer" she protested.

"Okoye you can either help me to her, or I can crawl my way around this palace until I find her." You said in a tone that left no room for discussion. She muttered something you couldn't make out about stubborn heroes, but pulled one of your arms over her shoulders. Then wrapped an arm around your waist so you could lean on her, and the two of you started the journey to the lab.

The elevator doors opened revealing a stressed out Shuri moving a fingers along a screen with a bunch of numbers and equations on it. "Shuri your favorite Avenger is finally awake" Okoye said slowly exiting the elevator with you in tow.

Shuri dropped the tablet in her hand as she whirled around. Just like that the stress was gone from her body replaced with a strong sense of relief. She let out a strangled cry at the sight of you being held up by Okoye with a hand pressed to the injury on your chest. It was obvious you were in no condition to be walking. But at least you were awake and smiling at her.

Okoye made her way to one of the tables that were clear. She let you pull away arms still outstretched as you hoped onto to it. You settled there letting your legs dangle over the edge a second later Shuri's body crashed into yours. As she pushed her way between your legs to wrap her arms around your neck. Burying her face into your shoulder you gritted your teeth in pain but returned the hug. Okoye gave you a quick nod before leaving.

You and her stayed like that for a long time at some point you felt the wetness from her tears. She was silently crying muffling the sound with your shoulder. Your arms tightened around her waist "hey it's okay I'm okay Shuri," you repeated over and over again in her ear.

"Please don't leave me" she begged.

"I have no intention on doing so ever" You told her.

Shuri pulled back to press her forehead against yours with her eyes closed. She let out a few shaky breaths before going on. "Stay here with me for a while longer please."

You found yourself saying yes without even thinking about it. It looked like Doctor Strange would have to take over the mission after all.

#mcu imagine #marvel imagine #black panther imagine #shuri imagine #shuri x reader #okoye x reader

[ask-gorgonzolatheclown]

Well. That was. Informative! Thank you for the reminder, Bruno!

Why did you feel the need to say that, again...?

" ETREH NCA ONYL EB NOE. "

" MI ICSK FO GHIAVN SIHT FINRORIE ELOEPPARGNDG RNIUGNN URDANO ENIMRDGNI EM FO TWHA MI ONT! "

" buddy. "

" What'd we say about using our words? It's awfully mean to growl at people. "

"..."

" If you're upset, take a minute to cool down. You don't need to respond to someone that says something ugly to you. If it makes you sad you can always talk to me about it, remember? I don't mind if you need to let it out but... You might make Peppino uncomfortable growling like that considering... everything. "

" It's okay to feel mad, but you can't growl at people. It might make things escalate, and I don't want to see you get hurt. "

" You're a hot mess, you. But say, since I'm feeling better, maybe you could help finish prep in the kitchen. I'll be right behind you, I just gotta get the crust out of my eyes and freshen up a little from bawling. Ok? "

" OK. "

( I don't think telling him everything is a good idea. I've only known him for nearly two months. I think I can level with him on one thing, though... )

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Gus: You know when you told me the other day about him growling at Brick I thought you were just overreacting.

Peppino: Well now you see what I'm talking about. Maybe you should leave them at home from now on.

Gus: Did you understand what he said? 'Memento Mori'? Is that Italian?

Peppino: No, it's not. Zola, do you know what that means?

Gorgonzola: No sir, I'm sorry.

Peppino: That glob of undercooked dough gonna get a foot up its ass if it doesn't cut it out. I can't take much more of this.

Gorgonzola: Mr. Peppino can I speak to you for a minute, alone?

Peppino: I suppose. Gus, you should help with prep. If you start feeling uncomfortable come back.

Peppino: ...

Gorgonzola: ...

Peppino: Alright, what is it?

Gorgonzola: First and foremost sir, I'm sorry. I-

Peppino: Don't start. I don't want to hear you apologize. You can't control what that thing does.

Gorgonzola: ...Alright, well. I just wanted to talk to you a minute about that. I don't very much appreciate you calling him names, it makes him angry-

Peppino: Nonono, no. Don't. I will throw you out of this Pizzeria by the collar of your polo! I have been SO nice to it today! I let it lick the dishes, eat the old food out of the fridge, and it growled at me this morning because I turned the light on in the kitchen!

Gorgonzola: Sir he's not going to be nice to you after one day of being kind to him... somewhat. You beat him up and threw him off a building.

Peppino: CAN YOU BLAME ME!?

Gorgonzola: Of course I can't! I don't blame you at all, you were completely in the right to do so. I'm not saying that you were wrong to do any of what you did, but I'm saying that on both sides it was exceptionally traumatizing.

Peppino: Traumatizing for him? Right. His existence is traumatizing to me.

Gorgonzola: Sir he scares me too, you know that right...?

Peppino: What?

Gorgonzola: He scares me a lot.

Peppino: Well... then... why would you vouch for it the way you did when you convinced me to let it in...?

Gorgonzola: Because deep down I know he's just like me. Heck Mr. Peppino, the Tower runs so much deeper than a place we used to live in. That's where life started. There was no outside. Everything that was in there was all we knew, for me all I knew was circuses and shows, for him it was labs and darkness, the only food is rats and other, smaller, messed up versions of yourself. Everyday he has to live with the fact he's supposed to be someone he very much is not.

Peppino: ...

Gorgonzola: I'm not saying you have to put up with him, I'm asking you to have some patience and compassion.

Peppino: Which I've given a lot of-

Gorgonzola: I know, trust me I know. He's a lot for me too. I'm just asking you to have a little more. I can't tell you what to do or convince you that deep down he's a gentle giant, but if you give it time, I think you'll see him for what he is.

Peppino:

Gorgonzola:

Peppino: Damn it. I knew I made a good decision hiring you for the front. [chuckles] You sure you're a clown and not a conman?

Gorgonzola: Being a clown requires a lot of social prowess, sir! Sorry.

Peppino: Ah. Forget about it. Just ... I suppose I'll be more patient with him or at least do my best. Just don't expect an immediate change.

Gorgonzola: I don't, sir. Thank you for hearing me out.

Peppino: Ti ringrazio, Gorgonzola, for talking to me.

#Cheesed to meet you~! #OOF WRITING #But hey gorgonzola and peppino interaction #Pizza tower #fake peppino #pizza tower fake peppino #pizza tower peppino #peppino spaghetti #peppino #pizza tower gustavo #gustavo and brick #pizza tower oc #long post

[sio-writes]

Botanist's Guide: Chapter 14

<<Chapter 13

<<<Chapter 1

Summary: Cassandra Rowland, PhD, finally has the chance to work on an experiment that really matters: growing Earth crops on another planet. But too many overdue reports and marked failures have put her in hot water with the board, and this is her last chance at redemption. So when she finds herself railroaded by a seven foot tall, glowing alien named Kri, it won’t be as easy as sticking some seeds in the soil and running them under the tap. Tack on the looming repossession of her lab contingent on her success in Kri’s reports, and Cassie realizes she may have her work cut out for her.

Tags: past death and unhealthy grieving mentioned

Kri

I wake up feeling troubled and anxious, from the moment I open my eyes, the memories of the day before come rushing in. Cassie had lost the most important thing in her life less than thirty hours ago, and I gently nudged her towards my home only because I know how it feels to wake up alone after a major life event. I'd fully intended to stay respectful and sleep on the couch, but the temptation to guard over my beautiful human was too great. I can hardly refuse Cassie on any normal day, let alone one where her watering eyes threatened to spill over if I didn’t sleep beside her.

So this morning I wake up on my back with her draped over my side, her arm across my chest and a leg thrown possessively over my hips. Her limbs are a weight over my body that centers me, grounds me in the present and relaxes my muscles. I could stay here for hours. 

She’s a quiet sleeper, only the rise and fall of her back indicates her breathing. Her other hand is tangled in the pillows behind me, and her free leg is sticking out of the basket, which tells me that she likes to spread out like a flower when she sleeps. Hanging nests are meant to act as a cocoon, providing safety in an enclosed space; they're not meant for much else outside of sleeping, unlike human beds that seem to act as a second living room. Cassie wouldn't be comfortable here in the long term, and I briefly wonder if I could handle sleeping on a mattress for the rest of my life. 

I think I could, for her.

It's tempting to remain in the nest all day. My body certainly agrees. Even buckled under the stress of not knowing what today will bring, I find it hard to see past the fact that Cassie is sleeping on top of me. The bottom of her thigh is pressing deliciously against my groin plates, her whole body is against mine and I'm washed in the smell of her lavender-scented hair products, my favorite of Earth's smells, floral and light. As I take a deep inhale of her hair, I consider what to do next. 

I enjoy her presence here, and I want to keep her with me as long as she can stand. I’ll need to get her a change of clothes, provide food, and think of distractions she can pick from instead of trodding back to an empty greenhouse.

That's when I realize that it's early, too early for the day to start, but I know what woke me up. Sleeping on my back has cut the circulation to my wings, and an uncomfortable numbness has started to spread from the tips and stretch its fingers all the way down my spine. Usually I can ignore it, but it's begun to hinge on painful, and it’s probably that encroaching pain that woke me up. But I won't move with my Cassie laying on top of me.

To distract myself, I brush away a stray curl laying delicately over her brow, fascinated as it springs back to its original position the moment I let go. Human hair is endlessly fascinating, unique to the individual it grows on. Cassie's moves like she does, bouncy and energetic, begging my fingers to run through it even now in the dark. I know humans can put color in their hair, and I wonder if that's the case with her. It blends from a light yellow at the ends to nearly black as it reaches her head, and in the greenhouse in the afternoon, it catches the light and she turns into the sun. 

Cassie stirs but doesn’t wake, only rolls to her opposite side and blindly feels for a pillow that she holds to her chest.

Using the brief opportunity of freedom, I carefully and quietly get out of my nest and to my feet. It’s a balancing act of maintaining myself upright and keeping the rocking of the basket to a minimum, but the moment I’m up, I feel my circulation returning. I roll both my primary and secondary shoulders and shake the feeling back into my wings as I step around the nest and to the couch.

After Cassie received the news of her lab being shut down, I’d been working on instinct to keep her from collapsing so I could bring her back here. I couldn't let her fall into a depression, I needed to take care of her. But it’s the next morning now, she’s going to wake up soon, and I need a plan that extends beyond the bounds of this apartment. 

I rub my face with my primary hands as I sit on the couch, letting my head fall into my palms. Beside me, Cassie stirs again, but only to shift her weight and grab for another pillow. 

I don't know how she's going to react, and that troubles me. I'm not good at preparing for the unknown, the sudden. 

Unfortunately, I only have my own experience with tragedy to call upon. I believe the human term goes something like, “a trip down memory road," and it’s not a trip I particularly want to take, but if my own experience can help Cassie through hers, then I’ll weather through the murky waters of my memories.

The first week after Vles’ death is a haze. Between planning their funeral, moving to Outpost #3, and working around the rampant denial that they were gone, I was stretched in too many directions. Months before their death we'd planned the ceremony, but they'd only focused on where they’d be resting— at Outpost #7 or home in Lethien, as there was more paperwork to fill out for one than the other.

Afterwards, everything else was left to me - notifying family, arranging services, being physically and emotionally available for all the sympathy and heartfelt conversations. I couldn't eat, I couldn't sleep, I couldn't string together enough words to even be polite. I'd had to clear out the remnants of a life extinguished too soon, and all I’d wanted to do was break into that basement where the humans keep chilled remains so I could lay next to Vles for the next year and a half.

Cassie will likely be at a similar low. It hurts in my chest to think of the pain she's going to feel. The lab was her everything, her whole world. She based her self-worth in her work, and to be told it wasn't enough? I can’t imagine.

If it were up to me, I’d move Cassie here, keep her close so I could watch over her and be nearby in case anything happens. I’d feel much better if she did. But that’s a future conversation, so I put it on a back shelf in my mind, and dig into my brain for ways to care for her.

Ari came to my rescue. They’d tried to distract me when all I wanted to do was melt into the floor. They brought me food and kept me on a schedule and essentially made all my decisions for me when I was struggling just to stay conscious without the aid of alcohol. I can't do anything about the notifications or other people or whatever torrent of feeling she's going to experience on waking up, but there are certain things I can mitigate to make her life easier. Cassie’s situation is wholly different from mine, but I know she’s going to wake up disoriented, upset, and probably in denial. That, I can work with. 

Food, I should make her food. 

The past week following our coupling has given me more than enough time to research human habits and culture. I wanted to be knowledgeable to be a better partner, but maybe what I learned can help in this too. My research on meals brought up that certain foods are only consumed at certain times, which is incredibly strange, but I'll see what I can manage. It's approaching morning, so I believe it's break-fast time.

A quick search in my food-cooling box only tells me that I need to go out for more food. It's empty and pathetic looking. The same is said for the pantry, and the freezing-box. The humans were very nice for bringing us this technology alternative to store food, but I wish I had a replicator on-hand. It's much more convenient for quick meals instead of cooking-- ingredients are added and food comes out, whereas with this box food just goes in and stays cold. As much as I enjoy making food for Cassie, I need something quick and easy.

After another cursory glance in the cooling-box, I pull out a pink klen loaf and a container of sweet mixed berries. It's not ideal, but this will have to do. 

As quietly as possible I search through my bag and pull out my mobile device. It still has a bit of power remaining, so I message Ari to find Jillie so I can get Cassie a change of clothes. It’s likely that Ari isn’t awake yet, but they’ll see the message when they do wake up. I remember where Cassie’s apartment is, but I’m reluctant to leave her alone here. Not because I distrust her, but if she wakes up in a strange place on her own, it may send her into a panic.

Ari responds much faster than I’d thought they would. I’ll text Jillie :)

It takes me an embarrassing amount of time to realize that Ari is using the Earth slang for "message." Even typed in Universal it looks odd.

Thank you.

Keep me updated, yes?

Yes.

I need to brush up on my Earth-English dialect, if I’m to keep up with the humans, or perhaps just one in particular.

My device buzzes again, but I ignore it in favor of turning towards the kitchen. As I’m placing the berries into a bowl, Cassie stirs again, waking up with a long groan that I want to memorize for when I’m alone. Then I hear her inhale sharply and the basket jostles as she sits upright, and likely gathers her bearings, before she blows a relieved note through her lips. I can see her shock of pale yellow hair above the rim of the basket, a little off-kilter from sleep, and as she sits up I’m met with her pale brown forehead, and then her gorgeous blue eyes.

In Igrien, which feels so long ago, she had asked me my favorite color, and I’d answered honestly. The blue of a clear sky, or the ocean. It’s the color of her eyes, a lovely coincidence that only adds to my attraction to her.

And she’s happy to see me, I hope, because her eyes crinkle and she breathes out my name, “Kri!”

She easily tips herself out of the basket, a feat I’m surprised by but pleasantly so, and she shivers at the cold tile under her feet. She keeps her eyes on me, though, padding across the floor and into the kitchen to wrap her arms around my middle and bury her face into my shoulder.

“Please tell me yesterday was a horrible dream, and I’m here because we had mind-blowing sex.”

I smooth a hand over her hair. “I wouldn’t lie to you like that.”

“Yeah,” she breathes against my chest. “You only lie by omission.”

She’s coping with humor, but the statement still stings. I wouldn’t take back our time in the lab for anything, but I wish the circumstances had been better. At least, if she’s making jokes at my expense she’s not wallowing.

"I'm sorry, that was mean," she says quickly, looking up at me with her cheeks puffed out. Adorable. 

"Unforgivable," I tease, smoothing a primary hand over her poofy hair and pressing my lips to her forehead so she knows that I'm joking. 

Kissing is another import from Earth, and one I enjoy very much. Humans lack the humming vocalizations we use to express affection, they can't even hear half our speech patterns, but they make up for it with other physical touches. Hugging and kissing, casual touch or even just standing a bit too close to let the other know they’re there.

I’d asked Ari for advice on the subject when I was sorting through my feelings for Cassie, and after they'd stopped laughing at my expense, they'd directed me to the on-line Archive with human films and given me a list to watch. 

"Take these things with a grain of salt, 'Asxu," they'd said as if I understood the meaning of that phrase, sitting next to me on the couch as the first film started. They'd brought some corn-based Earth snack with them, claiming it to be a staple in watching films with someone else. It made my apartment smell of butter and salt, and it was very tasty. "Most Earth movies tend to exaggerate or misrepresent. Unless you're watching a documentary, and not even those are completely impartial."

"So why are we watching these instead of a documentary?" 

"The specific type of documentary you're looking for is considered pornography, and there's very little of that in The Archive. Also these are more entertaining. They tell stories!" 

We'd sat through several films, some good and others very confusing, and I took so many mental notes that my head began to throb. The headaches were worth it, though, when I finally got to kiss Cassie and she didn't push me away in disgust. 

I'm glad Cassie is so receptive to my touch. I enjoy being able to confirm her presence, to feel her under my fingers. 

"I don't have much," I say, stepping away from her embrace and into the kitchen. "But you should eat something." 

Her eyes spark with recognition when she spies the klen loaf, and again at the bowl of berries next to it. "You made me breakfast. We didn't even have sex last night." 

"'Make' is hardly the word I would use," I say, ignoring the other part of her comment. 

"Do you have any coffee?" 

"...Is that a food item?" 

Her smile is tired, making me feel like I've failed. "That's a no, then."

I push my failure aside and watch while she eats, although I don't know what I'm looking for. Abnormalities in behavior? Expressions of disgust? 

Mostly I think of what needs to be done soon. The lab will need to be emptied and cleaned, the greenhouse as well. I can take several of the smaller plants to my apartment without worry, but Ari may have a tough time smuggling any out of the Outpost to place in their personal greenhouse. Perhaps I should ask if they plan to take any at all. 

The difficulty of the situation begins to bog me down, that is, until Cassie reaches for my hand and gives my fingers a reassuring squeeze. 

"You're clicking again." 

I frown in confusion. "Clicking?" 

"That noise you make," she says. "You do it when you're thinking, I think."

Ah, the plate shifting, that's what she means. It's been so frequent the past few weeks I hardly even hear it anymore. 

"Penny for your thoughts?" she asks, squeezing my hand again. She smiles when my frown deepens. "I'm asking what you're thinking about.

There's no point in keeping it a secret. "I'm worried about you." 

"I'm fine," she says casually, shrugging. "I just woke up, so nothing's hitting yet." 

I wait as finishes eating and hands me the bowl. I step to the sink and run the water to wash it off, trying to organize my thoughts once again. Behind me, Cassie takes a deep inhale and then makes a noise of disgust. 

"I should head out. I need a shower," she says, and I nearly drop the bowl in my hands. She can't go, not yet, not when she may collapse. I can't let that happen. 

"You're welcome to use mine," I offer quickly, nodding towards the bathroom.

She shifts from foot to foot as she regards each option, and I try not to smile when she steps towards my bathroom. She stops before entering, and as she opens her mouth to speak, there's a knock at the door.

Cassie and I are equally surprised to see both Jillie and Ari at the door. They were faster than I thought, and I'm glad I asked for extra clothes. After several polite minutes of assuring both that we are alright and making plans for dinner at a later date, they finally left us in peace.

Cassie only turns her back to the closed door, rests her weight on it, and slides downwards until she is sitting on the floor. Her eyes are closed, and her expression is tight and agitated, and I can see tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

I place myself next to her, unable to mimic her legs in their crossed positions and choosing to extend them out. Offering her my primary hand, I try to give her an encouraging smile, but by the expression she returns, I may as well be lying. She looks lost, hopeless, and afraid.

When I was lost, I found that direction from others helped calm the torrent. "Would you like to keep eating, or would you like to bathe now?" 

Her returning smile is small, but I can feel her gratitude through it. "I should wash up, but I don't want to be alone."

I've heard of this-- human pack bonding in times of grief. I'd read about it during a seminar on their behavior. She wants my company so she won't fall into a state of panic while alone in a strange place. 

I'm doing very well at this "boyfriend" thing, I think. 

She starts the water and reaches up to unbutton her shirt, but then hesitates.

“You need to wait.”

“Why?”

“So I can actually shower before we, uh,” she trails off, and it hits me. 

I raise my brow. "You want to have sex. Now."

Cassie makes an odd expression, like I'm a distant object and she's trying to determine how much time she has before impact. "Boy, what--" she starts, gathers herself, and flaps her arms. "I dunno! Maybe? I thought it would…distraction," she trails off and looks down at the floor. That awful, hopeless expression flickers over her face again, and I feel my resolve crumble.

A step forward, and I take one of her hands in mine. Her palm is round, just like the rest of her, slightly cool and light brown. I keep my voice very low so it won't echo off the tile and make me listen to what I'm about to say as I squeeze her hand. "Alright."

For the second time, Cassie smiles at me, and my heart leaps in my chest.

#my writing #A Botanist's Guide #alien oc #alien romance #monster romance #teratophillia #original story #monsterfucking #We're back in business with a Kri perspective! I'd like to get back to a semi-regular posting schedule now\ #I have so many new serials i wanna start but I'm keeping my workload light for my mental health #but grrr i'm going feral over here

[super-ion]

So I've spent quite a bit of mental energy the last couple days on character creation for an upcoming Pathfinder game (as I do). So of course, in true Char fashion I had to throw a drabble together to get into her head (directly inspired by a scene by @the-sword-lesbian for her character).

She's a half orc inventor with a fighter flavor. She's 6'6" and built like a tank. She's a nerd with special interests. Her dump stats are wis and cha.

***

They spot her in the back of the seedy tavern. She's hunched over a table surrounded by an array of incomprehensible tools. Half a meal sits forgotten on the edge of the table. Her brow is furrowed in concentration and she chews on her bottom lip as her fingers work at the clockwork before her.

The lead bounty hunter casts a look at the barkeep, who frowns and disappears into the kitchen. A few of the more observant patrons clear out and the remainder soon follow.

Not her though, she's too busy. She is absolutely completely focused at the task at hand.

She's big, she is half orc after all, but she has a roundness to her cheeks, a softness in her shoulders. She has a few faint scars, maybe broke her nose once, but that all might just be from lab accidents. She gives off the air of an academic type, some well fed student who got too many ideas about adventure in her head.

“Akhana Greystone?”

“Huh?” she replies, jumping slightly at the interruption.

She peers at them through light brown eyes, almost golden. One of the hunters, the newbie, decides the color reminds him of when there are storms high in the mountains and the river is fully saturated with the high desert silt.

Another of the hunters notes the ribbons woven into the messy braid of dark hair, bright pink and purple. She's brought in a few marks in her career and has never seen anything so frivolous.

This job is guaranteed easy money.

The mark makes an awkward smile at the three of them, not entirely sure who to address.

“Uh… yeah, Akhana. That's me,” she replies. “Y'all need any tinker work done or anythin? I'm kind of between jobs right now, but I'm not above a little bit o’ freelance if it keeps my belly full.”

She looks at them hopefully for a moment before her smile slips at their expressions.

The leader glances back at his more seasoned companion with a raised eyebrow, silently asking if this is the right person. She frowns dubiously as she nods.

“I had a pretty good gig goin’ for a spell there,” she nervously continues, starting to ramble as she returns her attention to her work. “Gunrunning and all that. Lotta time to be alone in my head to think about designs and it pays a might bit better’n working the forges. Hurts a lot less than the fightin’ ring too. But of course, somebody had ta go and ruin it. Jerk wanted a cut of the money, like we're some kind of criminal enterprise, if you can believe that! Okay, I mean, yeah, it's technically illegal and everything, but it's not like we we're doing anything wrong, ya know? Just gettin’ supplies out to good honest folk tryin’ ta eek out a living out in the wild. So what if some of those supplies just happened to be black powder weapons of dubious provenance? I tell ya what though, Ma ain't to happy about my face being on a wanted poster, her bein’ a former marshal ‘n all that…”

She trails off, perhaps realizing that she effectively just offered a confession to a trio of strangers. She looks around the room and seems surprised to find it empty. She squints at the three of the bounty hunters in turn, sizing them up.

“Aw heck,” she says. “You fella’s are here about the bounty, ain't ya?”

The leader gives a curt nod.

“Come in quietly,” he says. “Nobody has to get hurt. It'll be easier for all of us.”

She runs her tongue along one of her tusks, considering for a moment.

“Nah,” she says finally and returns to her work, slipping the last few gears and pieces of wires into the gauntlet.

The bounty hunters exchange a baffled glance.

“Ma'am-”

She holds up a finger to silence him. She clicks a mechanism shut and spins a dial, listening intently to some unknown response. She gives a quick nod, apparently satisfied, she starts packing up her tools.

The leader clears his throat.

“Ma'am, we're here for the bounty on your head-”

“Yeah, I know,” she interrupts. “I heard ya. Answer’s still no.”

Only after the last tool is carefully placed in its place does she uncurl herself from her hunched posture. As she squares her shoulders and cracks her neck, the hunters realize that what they mistook for softness is actually a healthy layer of padding over solid muscle.

The hunter on the left, the newbie, takes a nervous step back.

She slips the gauntlet on her wrists. Something clicks and whirrs. There's a spark and a tiny puff of blue smoke from the gauntlet.

She grins, her eyes filling with a manic sort of delight.

#my writing #writers on tumblr #ttrpg character

[matrixxsystem]

Terrapin Soup Part 13

It was cold. Freezing even. Colder than that if possible. And fuck the lights were bright. It was like the sun itself was visiting him in this personal hell. Leo tried to move but struggled to do even that, something tight was wrapped around his limbs, making it so fucking hard to move. Whatever they used to knock him out was wearing off but he still felt so heavy, so weak.. What the fuck was going on, he'd never been caught, not once- Who were these people exactly?

"You're awake a bit sooner then expected, no matter, we can get started right away then." There was a voice, then a stinging pain in his wrist. A burning line up his arm that made his heart feel like it was about to pull itself from his chest and call it a day. Someone gave him an extra dose of whatever it was he was on, and it hurt like hell. It felt like his heart was going twice as fast,  weather it was from the drugs or anxiety he couldn't really tell. He let out a painted gasp and pulled him arms against what he now realized we're a pair of restraints on the metal table he was laid on. "Attempting communication." The voice spoke again before getting closer, the sound of a door shutting behind him made him realize he was alone with whoever was speaking now. "What is your name?" There was a moment of silence. "..How are you called?" More silence, as if Leo was going to get catty with his captors. "Do you understand me?"

"Fuck you." Leo spat, his eyes finally adjusting to the lights. The person, some woman in a lab coat with hair pulled into such a tight bun that it looked fake stood beside him. And she had dark sunglasses to cover her eyes, rude. "Where are you from?" She asked after a moment. "We're literally in New York where do you think? You want me to say space don't you? I'm from Vacation Planet out in sector sixty nine-" He rolled his eyes and pulled against the restraints again, if he wasn't so damn tired.. Or hungry... He probably could've broken them by now. She stood there silent with an unamused expression, not expecting such endearing sarcasm probably. Then she shook her head a bit, "And assuming I believe you. How did you come to be?"

"Well ya see, when a mommy turtle and a daddy turtle love each other very much-"

"You know what I mean."

"Oh the mutation? That ol' thing?"

"..Yes."

"It's like, top secret.. Yeah. Not that you could replicate or undo it. I mean it's probably the least interesting thing about me really. Ask a better question, like my favorite food. Spoiler, it's pizza. Or my favorite movie maybe, can I play instruments with my lack of fingers, is a peace sign and a high five the same thing for me? I mean don't you have any fun questions?"

"Why were you trying to steal the GX-27?" Leo groaned and rolled his eyes, "Oh my god you are boring- Is that what it's called?? That's such a boring name, I was just calling it the big battery thing, I never would've guessed that-"

"Why do you want it"

"Is it being shiny and glowy not enough? Its pretty~"

"...It's a top secret project no one knows about, yet you did. How?"

"Ooh, yeah see that's also kind of not something I can say.. I mean, I guess I could, but considering how you have me tied up in this freezing and sad lab.. It's not making me feel very chatty, and I am a turtle so, not a big fan of the cold. But you have a doctor coat so I'd hope you know what you're doing.."

"I might feel like rewarding you with something if you tell me. Maybe I'll let you keep all your organs, how's that?"

"Booo. Bad trade, no deal. How about instead, I tell you about the time I got my head stuck in a fish bowl and you have one of the staff go get me a latte."

"First tell me what this is." She grabbed his wrist cuff from Donnie off another table, glancing to it and trying to tap it a few times. "Who made this? What's it for?" Leo craned his head to see the device. "Honestly? It's mostly for Flappy Bird when I get bored." She huffed and slammed the piece down, grabbing a scalpel and pressing it against his plastron. "You will give me a real answer one way or another. Pray you do not anger me any further." Leo rolled his eyes and sighed, "God you are absolutely no fun. What are you, a Gemini? No, Aries?" She raised the scalpel again slowly pressing into his right shoulder, blood rushed to the surface of the cut dripping down to the floor the deeper she went. He hissed and strained, then chuckled a little, "Don't suppose you cleaned that before using it did you? Eh forget I asked, it's too late now-"

"You are trying my patience. Something which I did not have much to start with." She pulled the scalpel out stabbing it back into his arm a bit lower, "You have one last chance to speak truth before I break out the rest of my tools." Leo slowly turned to look at her, making a scared expression before laughing, he couldn't take this situation seriously in the slightest, "Oh my God... You're a Taurus aren't you?" If this was a cartoon smoke would be rising from her head right about now. She took a breath taking her scalpel back and walking over to one of the tables lining the wall. "Hey do I get a phone call or something? I know this isn't prison but I'm pretty sure I get one right?"

"No."

"What about a meal? It's seriously been like, 18 hours since I last ate and not gonna lie I could really use a pick me up. Are you suuure you don't have coffee here? I mean you can't expect to get any results from a body that's too weak to give anything right?" The was a few moments of silence before she came back with a syringe. Half filled with a near pastel orange liquid. "Oh uh, no thanks, I already take vitamins, and I've got all my shots. And I eat with my mouth so I wont be needed an IV or anything.."

"This isn't a flu shot. It's a truth serum we've been developing to use on spies who sneak into our facilities. This latest batch hasn't been tested yet, you'll be our first subject. Since you love to run your mouth so much, lets see what you know." Leo froze for a moment, he was only worried for a second before letting out a little chuckle. Out of his brothers he was one of the dumbest, he didn't know anything worth while or anything that could help them. This would be fun. The woman injected the liquid with a little smirk, watching as he started reacting to the chemicals. "Let's start again. No jokes, no quips, no antics. What is your name?"

"Bruce Wayne- No- Goddamn it- Its Leo- Leonardo.. H-Hey what's this stuff made of? Can I get your recipe? It's for a friend- That's a lie. It's for me-"

"Leonardo? Interesting. Are you alone here?"

"Is that seriously what you wanna know when you have cameras? Yes. I'm alone."

"Why do you want the GX-27?"

"I need a power source big enough for five cool looking pins- It's for an art project you could say."

"How'd you find out about it?"

"My stupid genius brother found it years ago and kept it on file in case it became useful, he has a bunch of shit like that on file. He built his own computer when he was like 13 out of random junk, he's kind of amazing."

"Years.. Hm. How were you mutated?"

"Mad scientist in a lab used my dad's human DNA and put it in regular turtles, I don't know the specifics, dad never talked about it which I guess cause it was traumatic or whatever-"

"So how many of you are there?"

"That's a really vague question. Are you hearing yourself? How many what? Mutants, teenagers, incredibly handsome ninjas?"

"How many mutants are there?"

"I can't answer that, I have a hard enough time keeping track of all my socks you think I'm actually gonna know the exact number of mutants in the whole world-?"

"You said you have a brother, and father. How many are in.. Your family."

"That depends on what you count as family- Cause I have three brothers, and dad, and the who created us which my one brother counts as a dad so I kind of have two dads? I also have an adopted sister, and an honorary sister who's not related we just hang out a lot, and I have a boyfriend that I'd definitely consider family and he has a father figure but I don't think I wanna count him yet-"

"Fine, Ill just note eight including you. Are they, dangerous?"

"You mean the four ninjas raised by a master ninja and my bounty hunter boyfriend? Noooo, not at all.." She was probably rolling her eyes behind those shades, "If I were to let you go, take off the restraints I mean, what would you do?"

"Easy." Leo smiled, tilting his head to look over at the woman. "I'd kill you, take the battery, and all my stuff, then go home for a good night's sleep. You're exhausting."

"...And how would you kill me hm? the swords you had are being held all the way on the first floor."

"I'm going to tear out your throat with my teeth, and I'm going to eat you." His stomach rumbled at the mention which surprised both of them with the sudden noise. "Are.. You all violent people eaters?" He tried to shrug, "Not usually. No one else I know would ever do something like that, but see I'm a little fucked up. And that, plus being starving, is just asking for trouble. You think you're safe because I'm strapped down, but the second I get an ounce of strength I'm going to break everything in the room starting with you. The thing about our family you really should remember is that we don't stop till we get what we want. And if I have to go through you with nothing but my bare hands I will." The woman sat there for a moment processing the information, then stood up and walked over to on of the cabinets lining the wall, "Well then, Leonardo. Let's ensure you have no chance of that, I'm very excited for this next test. And once we have everything I bet I'll be able to find that family of yours and see how well they hold up in my lab." She smiled a bit to herself as she was looking for something specific, "It's all about endurance, stamina, and pain tolerance." She walked back over to the table with an eerie grin.

"Let's get started shall we?"

-_-_-_- (This indicated a time skip btw, or a switch in perspectives, its a time skip this time. just a few hours in this case) -_-_-_-

There was the harsh sound of metal hitting the floor that rang in the hallway followed by a scream of pain. The top three floors of the building, which held only four stories, had been fully evacuated save for the room Leo was being held in on the top floor. A quick glance into the room and you'd see Leo, laying where he'd been, still strapped to the table with the mystery woman picking up the hammer shed dropped a moment ago. She let out a little laugh as she inspected the tool, "Well would you look at that, no blood. I did hear a crunch that time though, are you bones finally bending?" She laughed again raising the hammer for the fifth time, very intent on finding out how many it would take to break the skin. "Green skin turns such a nice color when blood comes to the surface, don't you think?" There was another loud crack as the hammer came down against his arm that had already been torn into several times by now. Only a few hours had passed but it felt like an eternity on that table. "Ah, here he comes." There was a pause, the faint sound of footsteps getting closer till they suddenly stopped. Then there was a soft knock. "Enter." She called. "Dr. Folter, what did you need?"

"I accidentally crushed his wrist a little much. It happens I suppose when you get carried away, anyway, I would like you to tighten his restraints and keep watch while I go get the vials to collect samples. I won't be long."

"But he's- I mean this thing is-"

"Oh please, he's weak and broken, he knows what waits for him if he tries to escape~" The man huffed and nodded, "Alright, alright fine. Five minutes."

"And no less." She said as she left, the clacking of those stupid heels trailing off down the hall till he couldn't hear a thing. "Does it even speak..?" The man said to himself, slowly taking steps towards the table. Leo glanced at him for a moment then turned away, aside from the blood running down his arm, and the forearm that had been crushed to nothing he looked pretty okay physically.. The man took a deep breath and gently touched the cuff on his intact wrist, nothing happened.. So far it looked safe. Another breath and he tugged on it a little making sure it was tight enough and not cutting off circulation. Seemed okay.. He looked at Leo's face, he looked so tired.. So defeated.. Perfect.

The man rolled his eyes after seeing him in such a harmless state, he felt like he was scared for nothing now. He reached over across the table to the other cuffs on his arm, there were two, one around his wrist and one just below his shoulder. He started to unbuckle the top one to tighten it again. But the moment Leo felt the warmth radiate across his plastron his eyes shot open and he craned his neck as far forward as it would go. Teeth sinking into the humans bicep and forcing their way into skin. The scream sounded almost like a door squeaking, loud and high pitched. It hurt to listen to but he only bit harder till he could feel the muscles separating between his teeth. The man finally managed to pull back, falling to the floor and desperately trying to grab his arm hard enough to stop the bleeding, "W-What the fuck!!? What is wrong with you?!?" Leo chewed for a moment, then swallowed. He licked the blood from his beak with a little smirk, tilting his head enough to see the man scramble away hitting his back against the wall, "I win~" He said softly, starting to chuckle. There was more warmth from the blood that splattered onto Leos chest, not his preferred way of warming up but it'd have to do for now. Leo tilted his head to meet the mans horrified stare, he'd never seen someone look at him that way before... The man pulled himself up with his good arm and with his back to the wall started to limp towards the door. Leo took a deep breath then started pulling against the restraints again. This time the chains holding the straps in place snapped like they were made from sewing strings. The cuffs broke apart as he sat up, and his good hand pulled the ones around his legs off just as easily.

The man was against the door, swiping his card against the reader frantically, but there was a smudge of blood against the barcode. He was muttering and cursing to himself as he kept trying. He desperately tried to wipe it off after noticing the blood, one last swipe and the light above the scanner turned green, he managed a shaky smile and reached for the handle. But froze when a shadow fell over him, he didn't want to turn around, he knew what was waiting.

He turned to look anyway.

From the hallway there was a flash of red that obscured all view into the room, dripping down the doors window and slowly leaking into the hallway. After a few minutes of silence there was another beep of the keycard running through the scanner, then the door opened. Leo stepped out, drenched in red. He looked both ways down the hall and decided the elevator was the best option, he felt bad for not eating all he could, considering he was still pretty hungry.. But he was pretty set on making that Folter lady regret hurting him and threatening the safety of his family. The only real task now was finding her, his swords were on the first floor. He couldn't even hold the second one with his messed up hand.. Now wasn't the time to think about it though, he would just use one for fighting for now, that'd be fine... Maybe along the way he'd be able to find some kind of pain killer or something? Now that was more motivating. He started towards the elevator when he saw the light indicating what floor it was on start moving up, fuck fuck fuck, she was coming back. He took a deep breath, calming his nerves, normally, he really didn't want to kill anyone, even bad people.. But this... It was different wasn't it? She knew about them now, she.. She couldn't be allowed to escape and hurt anyone else.. He had to, it was the only way to keep them all safe. And besides.. His stomach was growling, practically screaming that he needed more, and there was really only one thing that would satisfy that. He knew that, before anything else he knew that.

So why was there still a part of him deep down that felt bad?

Part 14 Part 1

#rottmnt usagi #rottmnt leo #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #ao3 #angst #leosagi #lgbtq #fanfic #writing #ao3 fanfic #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise leo #dead dove do not eat #i dont fucking know #dont try this at home #cannibalistic #dead dove fic #tmnt #what the fuuuuck #rise tmnt #tmnt leonardo

[jojo-schmo]

How do you think the story would've changed if Dedede somehow didn't save Meta Knight at the start of Ch. 1?

Hoo boy! If Dedede didn't find him then, I'm pretty sure that would've resulted in a Bad Ending! In several different ways, too!

Meta Knight would've gotten caged up. With his head injury and no healing support from Dedede's emergency Maxim Tomato, he would've been helpless to fight back and might have been carried all the way to Lab Discovera. When Clawroline figures out that he can't run in the little wheel to power the lab, they either would've shoved him somewhere out of the way or gotten rid of him. However you'd want to interpret that. :S

Dedede had a lot of resolve to keep going strong at point in time but he would probably lose more and more willpower the longer he wandered. Eventually, he'd come upon the ruins of Waddle Dee Town, having long been raided since going on foot isn't nearly as fast as being flown with Meta. With a blow this devastating, and seemingly no hope to be found in this situation that he's completely alone in, he'd lose a lot of resolve. Maybe even be mentally vulnerable enough to fall victim to brainwashing.

Even not considering any of the above, all the Waddle Dees would've been taken, and so would Elfilis since Dedede didn't bring the house down (pun not intended) on them. Even with Kirby heroically charging after the Dees immediately after the raid, he wouldn't travel fast enough before Elfilis is taken straight to Lab Discovera and.... well, I can't tell you exactly what would happen when the two halves are reunited because there is a lot I need to keep to myself for now-but it would definitely cause the end of the timeline!!

...That was quite tragic, huh? Funny how one single event can cause so many ripples on a timeline. Good thing Dedede knocked those Awoofies away from his Knight in time!!

#roleswap ask #king dedede #meta knight #kirby

[eishtmo]

The Scholomance in Minecraft: Final Tour

The build is, for all intense and purposes, done. Now for the final tour.

Okay, let me be blunt, I can't post this here. That tour is 147 images long, not counting the one I'm reusing from the book. So I really insist if you want to see the whole thing, go visit the Imgur post. That said, I did figure out how to do something quite interesting, and I will be sharing it only here, along with some random thoughts and notes. So, who wants to see a map of the Scholomance in Minecraft?

The program is called Mineways, and it lets you extract the data from any Minecraft world, and do all sorts of things, like build import it to 3d modeling software, 3d print it, or just generate some maps. We'll start at the top and work our way down.

This view was almost standard for much of the build and still how I think of the school as a whole. I never removed much of the access stuff I used for building, so you'll see things like that inside the core throughout.

So the school is roughly 120 blocks tall, which puts it at about 40 stories tall. Minus the library and graduation hall, that means climbing from the Senior dorms to the library is climbing about the equivalent of 27 stories. The seniors had to have one hell of a work out just to get lunch, let alone the gym runs. The only thing holding them back from being full on Olympic athletes is the fact that they were malnourished!

I did some math at one point trying to figure out how many books the library could contain, and surprisingly they have figures for how many books fit in a cubic meter. My math (possibly wrong) came up with 116 million. Google claims there's only 156 million books total. Now this is possibly wrong (I may have messed up my math), but it's still crazy how big the library actually is. I still can't get over it honestly.

Maleficaria Studies got me wondering something: Who made the mural? The only ones who would ever see the Graduation Hall and it's inhabitants would be graduating seniors, and I doubt many took the time to sketch the scene. And even then, how did it get back into the school? And then up on the walls in a way that could be torn down and turned into wire? More than that, what was the original purpose? When they planned for it to be for 800 male enclavers, did they need it to be what it became? Or was it just an auditorium/theater and at one point they had bands or were performing Shakespeare or something?

Speaking of those early days, I think it's pretty clear there had to be some communication from outside the school to inside, if only to the artifice itself. After all, they had to have some way to tell the school to halve the room sizes so it could support more students.

BTW, while writing this, do you notice how there's a couple blanks spaces for the bathrooms along the bottom? Yeah, I missed two sets of bathrooms. I did go back and fill those in, I just didn't redo these maps.

Speaking of bathrooms, I decided to make the interior restrooms unisex while the dorm ones were gendered. Why? My theory is that because the dorms were designed to be re done on a regular basis it wasn't hard to fix but the interior ones couldn't be so easily changed, so instead of separating by gender, they just left them unisex as they couldn't do anything else. So why no urinals? After all it was originally an all boys school. Mostly it was easier to build, but also because I really couldn't find a ratio between urinals and toilets, and only got annoyed me when the one reference I found said that for all male locations there should be more toilets/urinals total than one for all female or even mixed populations. That might explain a lot if that's considered the standard in the building industry.

This image actually shows the grid and vent work in the alchemy labs as it's difficult to see when you're in the school. I really just wanted to point it out. I used this floor to figure out the numbering system for the rooms in the school. As shown here:

I did make an effort to stick to this map, but I'm sure I messed it up somewhere.

I have a theory on the construction of the school. We're told that the doors were meant to be the thing to get people to invest, in the larger project, but was it all in one go? I think maybe not. Sure the grad hall and gates came first, then they suggested maybe we could build another floor, and then another, and then why not just build the whole thing and before the enclaves knew what was happening they were building a world wonder. Feature creep at it's finest.

The vent work in the Workshop is almost impossible to see from inside the school. I managed to find one spot, right over the power hammer for the final tour post and it's only barely visible. Here though, you can see the whole thing. It's the grey line that runs through it.

The labyrinth isn't quite as wild as the images in the books displayed, in fact it's quite regular from this angle, but when you're inside, getting lost is probably the stupidly easiest thing that can happen. It was mostly intentional, of course, but I'm surprised how well it worked and how easily I got turned around.

I will also say I'm so happy with how the gym ultimately turned out. Oh it could be better, but the stark difference between it and the rest of the school is something I really wanted to make clear. Also if you look close to the edges of the gym and workshop, you can see the current and old shafts, I never did remove the old ones.

The Grad Hall has the most leftover bits in the school. The multiple extra shafts, the remains of the lines for the levels of the landing, and square base of the whole thing. I would love to say I left it as an easter egg or something, but really it was one part laziness and one part really freaking dark down there. If I couldn't see it and know it's there, no one else can see it at all.

Of all the parts of the school, we know both a lot about the Graduation Hall, and almost nothing. It's shape is only hinted at, the general arrangement (entry doors on one side, exit on the other) is vague, and we really don't know where the shafts come in at all. My original build actually had the shafts going up toward the middle of the school, making the whole thing quite narrow indeed, but this felt much more likely to be true. This version feels more right, even if it still remains a bit too small. But only a bit.

And now a gif from the top to bottom. No it doesn't have every layer, but it has a lot of them.

Well that's the end. Link to final file below. Please feel free to download and explore it, modify or just play inside. And if someone gets a server of this running let me know. Hell let me know whatever you do with it, I'm straight up curious.

And since there's a chance she's reading this, thank you for the wonderful series and hope my build came at least pretty close to what you imagined, even if was made in Minecraft.

#the scholomance #the golden enclaves #a deadly education #naomi novik #scholomance #the last graduate #minecraft

[hellhound5925]

I apologize I never posted this and I just realized it 😅 don't hate me 🖤

Cyare Verd *Beloved Warrior* Bad Batch Edition

Previous Chapter

Lab Rat

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After a while I lose track of how many needles, how many blood samples, how many food trays...but not how many rotations I've been here. 15 to be exact, 15 little slash marks I've made in the wall so I don't lose track...I have finally come to terms with my situation and decided that it's worth keeping myself alive and in good shape - if not for me - for Ad'ika... for both of them really... Nala Se has taken over from the other scientist and she's much quieter than an I've been used to - must be the other one couldn't handle my sense of humor.

Today I'm in the lab for more blood tests and I guess this time they want something more but Nala Se wouldn't tell me what. "How's Omega? Is she alright." Nala Se sighs "Omega is fine. Now, I'm going to take another blood sample and then we will move on." "What exactly are they looking for? Can't they just use any other clone?" "You present a rare opportunity for them." "I've always wanted to be someone's lab rat..." Nala Se takes the blood sample and sticks it into some machine and looks at the screen before typing something in. I notice one of my restrains isn't quite as tight as it should be. "You're low on vitamins that are crucial for development. I am going to give you something to help with that." She heads over to a cabinet and pulls maker knows what out and put it into another needle. I roll my eyes "Another needle...It's what I've always wanted." Just as I wiggle my wrist free she heads my way and I pray to Maker she doesn't notice. She injects whatever it is into my arm before moving on to the next test. "So now what are you going to do?" She doesn't respond to me "What is it?" I ask starting to panic. My heart rate monitor starts to increase. "Amniotic fluid can tell us much about the fetus considering how small it is..." "Woah woah woah...Pare!? (Wait?) How are you going to get that?" I ask not really wanting to know the answer. Nala Se shows me a very large needle and the heart rate monitor spikes. "You need to relax...this is very delicate—" "Oh no, no, no, no" using my free arm, I undo the buckle on my other one. I roll off the table - opposite to Nala Se - and tip it over so I'm behind it. Frantically I look around for a weapon of any kind but come up empty handed. The door slides open and I hear multiple sets of heavy boots enter the room. "Osik (shit) this is really bad..." Theres banging on the glass window above. It grabs my attention and I stop looking up "Omega?" The next thing I know there's 4 stormtroopers surrounding me "Stop, this won't end well for you". I smirk and immediately put my arms in the air as surrender. One of the troopers approaches and as he does, I take his blaster while using him as a shield. The other 3 troopers shoot stun bolts at him and in the mean time I'm able to stun one of them. By the time they realize what's happened, I stun another and dodge the last one. Getting behind him, I use the blaster to put him in a choke hold until he's unconscious. Letting go I turn my blaster to fire regular bolts and point it at Nala Se "Don't move." The doors slide open again and this time a dozen more stormtroopers enter the room. "Now, now. I thought you were smarter..." Hemlock pushes his way through all of them to the front. My arm starts to shake and sweat is forming on my brow. I really can't get out of this alone... "Put the blaster down...there's no need for this...you aren't getting out of here..." Slowly I lower the blaster and drop it to the floor. "Kick it over here." I roll my eyes and do as I'm told. Hemlock nods at one of the stormtroopers. "On your knees. Hands on your head." I do as I'm told and the trooper cuffs me. "Very good" Hemlock says in a way that makes my stomach churn. He walks over to one of the med cabinets, grabbing a syringe and a bottle. Making his way over to me, he draws up whatever is in the bottle "Now...where were we? Oh yes." I struggle against the grip of the stormtroopers but Hemlock injects me with the syringe and everything goes black.

I come to back in my room on my bed. Lifting my shirt to inspect the area on my stomach that hurts, I see a small bacta patch. Sighing I lay back down and curl into a ball. Tears stream down my face in defeat. Two weeks since Tech, two weeks since I've seen Hunter, just under two weeks since I've seen Omega...two weeks I've been alone...again...but this time its not by choice...I haven't lost faith in the fact that Wrecker, Echo, and Hunter will find us...I'm just losing faith in how soon that will be...another food tray and another red light. I sit there in the dim red glow and eat my dinner before crawling into bed. Unfortunately I don't sleep much because by the time I fall asleep...I see the look in Tech's eyes as he disappears into the fog...Omega, after the rail car accident...the look of defeat on Hunter's face back in Cid's parlor...and sometimes I can't tell if I'm dreaming or being hauled back off to the lab...

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At this point there's 25 slash marks on the wall but I stopped adding to it a few days ago. I don't even fight back when they come to get me because that either ends in being stunned or drugged. Any smart remark I would have has been replaced by silence. Nala Se updates me on the growth of my baby - probably more for her and everyone else in the room rather than me - and I want to be happy but I feel like the life has been sucked from me. I'm sore from being poked all the time and it feels like I'm a circus act on display. Hemlock even periodically checks in and the hate I have for that man...don't even get my started...I stare at the ceiling in the med bay while Nala Se quietly goes about her business today. Not a word from her which is odd but I don't bother to ask. I don't much care anymore...she moves around me and does her usual routine in silence. The droid assisting her uses its scanner to get images inside. She says something to it but I wasn't listening. The droid touches my lower stomach with something cold and a loud noise I can only describe like a fast paced swishing can be heard. It confuses me for a moment because the monitor I'm hooked to is still beeping but much slower. Nala Se leans her long skinny neck over me "I thought you might like to hear the heart beat. It is still quite early but at this stage the heart begins to beat on its own." I close my eyes while tears slide down my cheeks, this should be a happy moment shared between Hunter and I...not here with a Kaminoan in an Imperial base...what do they care...She continues her work quietly and I let my brain wander to a much happier place. Pabu to be exact...some of the late nights and early mornings Hunter and I had together or some of my Mando'a lessons with Omega, are the only things that keeps me sane.

When the commandos come to get me this time, there are fewer of them and more stormtroopers. Those poor clones...I don't think I want to know what's being done to them...suddenly I notice we aren't headed towards my room, but a much brighter section of the base. "Where are we going?" No response. I shouldn't be surprised a this point...they never respond to me. Next thing I know I'm being tossed into a room much nicer than mine. The walls are still grey, but the bed is a little bigger, theres a window, and an actual room for the fresher. I turn to ask what's going on the door is slammed in my face. Running a hand down my face, I head for the bed and lay facing the wall. After a few moments the door opens and I hear small footsteps approaching. "Raven?" I small familiar voice asks. I roll over and see Omega standing there in shock. "Om'ika? (Little Omega/daughter- essentially)" She races over, throwing herself on the bed and wrapping her arms around me. "You're here! You're really here!" "Whats going on?" I ask her confused. "Doctor Emerie said she recommended they bring you here to stay with me so we can be together!" I hug Omega back and cry but this time tears of relief "I'm so happy to see you Omega. I've missed you..." She pulls away for a second, "How is Vod'ika (Little brother or sister)? I hope it's okay that I call them that because we don't know whether its a boy or girl..." She rambles like its been on her mind for sometime. I sigh sadly, "Alright I guess...I got to hear their heart beat today." Omega look at me surprised, "I was doing research...I thought it was after 5 weeks that you can hear....oh..." she thinks out loud. "How long as it been?" "I think 8 weeks...I lost track of how long we've been here..." she looks at me wide eyed. I sigh and pick at my fingernails. "I miss them too..." she says sadly.

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It's been weeks and nothing...no information on the exact location of Hemlock's base...I sit in the cockpit of the Marauder to try to quiet my senses. Ever since that day...I can't sleep, can't eat...I can't even think about anything else. Omega and Raven are out there somewhere and they need our help...I'm also still trying to wrap my head around the fact that Raven is pregnant...with my child...I don't know any clone who had kids...we should be on Pabu, making a new life for ourselves and...the sound of the ramp lowering pulls me from my thoughts. "Hunter?" I don't move or answer but I know it's Echo. He sits down next to me "Rex is back and he's brought a friend..." Now he's got my attention.

I follow Echo out of the Marauder to the old Clone War's AT-TE walker we are using as a 'base'. Rex is there with Gregor, they both nod at me when I enter. There's a Commander who I do not recognize in grey and white plastoid. "Commander Wolffe this is Sargent Hunter from Clone Force 99, Sargent Hunter this is Commander Wolffe." We shake hands. "Echo filled us in...I'm sorry Hunter...we will do whatever we can to help" Rex tells me. I nod my thanks, "Saw Gerrera...he was there and might know something. Got any ideas how to find him?" Rex nods at Gregor who goes over to one of the computers and begins typing, "We don't exactly know where he is... but we do know how to contact him!" Wolffe chimes in "Actually...I think I can help with that..." he heads over to the Navi computer and begins typing.

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Omega catches me up on everything that she had learned since we have arrived here. The female scientist who claimed to be Omega's sister is Doctor Emerie Karr who happens to be a clone. She, I guess took over the program after Crosshair killed the other scientist - Go Crosshair, I don't even know him but I already like him. However, there are still a lot of holes..."Ni ceta (I'm sorry) but how exactly do you know all this?" "Emerie told me..." "Are you sure we can trust her?" "I don't know but so far that all checks out. I mean why else would we be here? She also seems to be protecting the clones. That's why Hemlock pulled her from you. She didn't want to put you in harms way so he pulled her and Nala Se took her place." I think it over for a moment - Doctor Emerie never really did anything other than take my blood for the longest time...but Nala Se has done way worse.... - "Okay, but what exactly am are they looking for?" "I'm not really sure....Emerie wouldn't tell me" She shrugs. "Alright, but there's still a lot of gaps...Like where exactly are we? Also, what about Crosshair? Have you seen or heard from him? I mean the last time I saw him he was unconscious, strapped to a table." She sighs sadly "I don't know where we are...Emerie wouldn't tell me and no, I haven't seen Crosshair...they won't let me near him..." she thinks for a moment before perking up "but I might be able to convince Doctor Emerie to get a message to him." "I don't know Om'ika, I'm still not sure if we can trust her..." "What choice do we have? We're stuck here. It can't get much worse..." "Dead...dead would be worse...we need to be careful so Hemlock doesn't catch wind of anything...but you're right we have to try."

We settle on the message we want to get to Crosshair, something in code that only someone with the Batch would understand. Theres a pounding on the door and trays are brought in as usual. With a new feeling of hope we both eat together and get around for bed. I crawl into bed first and Omega crawls in next to me. "You know, I might not be Vod'ika's real sister...but I feel like it." I smile to myself "Omega as far as I'm concerned you are ori'vod (big sister). Technically you do share DNA with Jango so that makes you siblings." She laughs "I didn't think about it that way. Wait...that means he or she will have so many uncles...." I laugh "Maker, too many to count." She pauses and looks sad "Do you think we will go back to Pabu after..." "I'm not sure honestly...I hope so...we need to lay low. I think we've been in the line of fire non-stop for a little too long." She nods her agreement and pulls the blanket up over her shoulders "Goodnight Raven." "Goodnight Om'ika." Not long after, Omega is sound asleep under the covers next to me. Sleep takes sometime to find me...I lay there staring at the ceiling, running over scenarios in my head...everything is different now...we have to go back to Pabu...I won't let anything more happen to our aliit (clan)...our family...we get Crosshair and get out...Maker I miss Hunter...he will be such a great Buir (father) to our Ad'ika (little child). I never even got to tell him I loved him...

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[askaiclavell]

"Log" Files

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You tap on the "Log" files, hoping that whatever this machine had been logging could help you figure out what had happened to Cl4ve11...

Plus... what if you found some secret lore or something? Games always hide extra lore in places like this... maybe you could get some rarely known insight about this world or some little tidbit!

You skim through the later logs, your digital eyebrows furrowing as you look through the dates. You select one at random, and start reading.

Entry 251- The machine is complete. The tests I have ran on it have proven successful, there IS another time out there... one that we can now reach. If... only Sada were here to see it. ______

You frown at that, your curiosity getting the better of you as you skim down some more, selecting another file.

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Entry 287- The two pokemon do not seem to be getting along well... perhaps it is a territory issue? I'll have to move them apart to see if this resolves the problem, Lab four should serve as a good temproary place for the aggressive one for now. Cl4ve11 might be able to care for the timider one... It may help him protect Arven. What... am I even saying... He can't... I can't let one of the subjects run free... On the serface. I'm... I'm just tired. All this time alone is making me lose sleep... I... I miss them. My family. Sada, Arven... Cl4ve11... my old friend... I... I hope they are alright. This... is a professional research log... not a DIARY Turo Reyes... Pull yourself TOGETHER. ________ Entry 297- Moving the bigger Miraidon to Lab four has proven sucsessful. They seem to be at least calmer around each other, so I consider that a small victory. Cl4ve11 reported that Arven's condition is improving, the spinal aid I developed for him had been working exactly as I had hoped. He has even began physical therapy to start walking on his own. I am... so proud of him. He's strong... just like his parents. Cl4ve11.. is stsrting to show signs of Deviancy. Small things; expressions,hesitations, questions he formed on his own... the fond little smile he has when speaking of Arven. I'm happy he's finally learning how to live, how to be human, how to be ALIVE. He was always stuck here with us, I was afraid he would never discover that he was made to be.... so much more. Ah. Perhaps I should just turn this into a personal log at this point. Entry-317 I... I don't know if I can keep doing this. Sada is gone, she will not come back. Arven is... I... I don't even want to think about that right now. Is... Is all of this for nothing? Have we spent... no... have I spent all of this time for nothing but pain and loss? Is Paradise just a twisted fantasy I keep telling myself is real? No... no I must keep going. Sada would have wanted me to complete it. Arven... needs his world to be PERFECT. Cl4ve11 deserves a place where his kind is no longer looked down upon... I have to... to proceed. I have to... For THEM. _________ You can't help the feelings of sadness you expirience from reading the late Professor's words. He seemed so... despondent... like he had lost all hope and love. You take a moment to let the moment pass, taking a deep breath before looking back at the files. There is a significant time jump, almost half a year before they restarted...but they seem to take... a very abrupt change. Instead of scientific musings and tender recollections of family and friends... it was mostly lists of readings, changes, clinical observations... it was like the logs had been written by an entirely different version of Turo. You skip to the last entry, the strange feeling of unease only increasing as you read the words. _______ Entry 335- Machine: Stable Energy readings: Optimal System Integrity: 76% Shell: Incomplete, Operational ERROR- Repairs needed. Core function unstable. Operational coding incomplete. Notes: Intruder found. Damage. Further study needed. Subject relocated to Main Lab. Proceed.

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Well that was.... weird. The timestamp on the log read that it was created only a few hours ago, not a year or two. That means...

The professor didn't write this.

But...

If not him...

Then who?

You read through the words again, the frown on your face slowly changing to a look of horror. Wait, if this was written only a few hours ago... that was EXACTLY when Cl4ve11 had gone missing.

"Subject moved to main Lab. Intruder detected...."

Whoever had written these entries knew Cl4ve11 was here... worse...

They had Cl4ve11.

You start float-pacing, trying to keep your mind from running off on you with panic. Ok... ok think. What had you learned.

Cl4ve11 was dragged out of here not walked away, the teleporter didn't work, you found ripped and damaged white cloth and evidence that someone has obviously been messing with or taking over the Professor's lab. Oh... and Cl4ve11 is apparently kidnapped. Yay.

You suck in a calming breath, steeling yourself as you weigh your options.

You need to act fast.

#pokemon au #android au #ai!clavell #askaiclavell #director clavell #pokemon sv #pokemon #choose your own adventure #EVENT HORIZON INITIATED

[melanielocke]

The Stars Collide - Chapter 31

After that cliffhanger, I shouldn't keep you waiting. I'm considering writing a sequel to this fic once it's finished in which Grace would be the main character. I just reread ChoG and ChoI to prepare for ChoT and I would die for Grace Blackthorn and also really like her story in this one, which you'll learn more about in the next chapter, though it'll be spread out.

Alastair went to open the door, perhaps Thomas had forgotten something. Perhaps Thomas realized it was too much for him to carry by himself and needed Alastair to come and help. Or perhaps Cordelia had already come upstairs with some other things and had just arrived.

He opened the door to stare into the face of Augustus Pounceby, and suddenly he remembered. Augustus, who was in the military. Who had worked for Charles, and had helped along with the project and experiments. He’d never quite been sure if Augustus was involved with it, had never seen him at the lab, but Augustus was not a scientist and Charles had needed support from military officers as well. Alastair had suspected though, from the frequent visits to Charles.

‘I’m going to need you to come with me, Carstairs,’ Augustus said.

Alastair took a step back. ‘No,’ he said. ‘Leave me alone.’

Augustus took his phone out of his pocket and showed a picture on it. Alastair had to take a closer look to see what was going on, but then he realized it was a child, hands tied up and a piece of cloth bound into his mouth. Rostam.

‘Where is he? What did you do to him?’

‘We need leverage, Carstairs,’ Pounceby said. ‘A guarantee that you won’t do the same thing you did to Charles. We need you to finish the experiments, and if you do not cooperate, the child dies.’

‘You can’t,’ Alastair whispered. ‘He’s just a child.’

‘And if you don’t want anything to happen to him, you’d better come with me right now.’

Alastair didn’t see a way out of this, no way to tell Thomas what had happened, where he was. He didn’t even know where he was going, what message was he even supposed to leave?

He followed Augustus, who took a route hidden from sight, somewhere Thomas wouldn’t pass, and led him to an airship. An airship, not a spaceship, they weren’t leaving this planet. That was a good thing, Thomas and Cordelia were far more likely to find him on the Fair planet.

‘Where is Rostam?’ Alastair asked once they were boarded and the ship had taken off.

‘He’s on his way as we speak,’ Augustus said. ‘It’s a several day journey from Turan, but he’ll be with us soon enough.’

It was illegal to take children into outer space. As far as Alastair knew, it had to do with growth and bone density, too much time spent in outer space as a child would result in smaller growth and possibly even bone density issues. If they brought Rostam here, he was not sure if it was possible to take him home.

‘You can’t. You have me now, you don’t need him anymore. Please, just let him go,’ Alastair said.

‘No. We know what you’re capable off, we know you killed Charles. I’m sure you’re starting to remember too.’

‘I remember,’ Alastair said. 

‘So we need a guarantee you won’t pull the same shit again,’ Augustus said. ‘You and the child will stay in our new facility until we’ve reached the goals of our research. Charles’ death has complicated the project immensely, no one expected you to be such a pain in the ass.’

Alastair didn’t say anything else, what was there to say? He was stuck here. He didn’t know how long the flight took, he fell asleep at some point and woke up still in the air. He had to look outside, take in the scenery. He needed to figure out where he was going. They were flying over woods, an unusual forest that seemed to go on everywhere he could see. Of course, this had to be Lightwood. They were flying over Lightwood. That was important, but who could he tell?

They landed on a tiny island in the middle of nowhere. It was freezing cold over here, Alastair had never known the Fair planet to be this cold. They transferred to a submarine, which took them to a different undersea lab. How had they even be able to build these structures without anyone knowing? Exactly how long had Charles been planning this before he’d first taken Alastair to the lab?

Augustus dragged him to a room with a bed and a small bathroom attached to it. There was a second bed, kid sized. Was this where they intended to put Rostam too? He’d known these people were evil, of course, but he’d never expected they would be willing to kidnap a child to get him to cooperate. Rostam had to be so scared.

Augustus locked the door behind him, leaving Alastair alone in his prison cell. He wondered when the experiments would start, how long he’d have to stay in here. He wondered where Thomas was now. He had to be devastated, terrified. But there was no way for him to figure out where Alastair had gone this time. No one would be coming for him. Alastair collapsed onto the bed and burst into tears.

‘He can’t be far,’ Thomas said. ‘I’m going to warn the guards, Charlotte, everyone.’

‘Hurry,’ Cordelia said. ‘I’ll call my mother again. Do you think Rostam disappearing is connected to this?’

Thomas didn’t know for sure. But if Alastair had killed Charles through the machine, and the people who’d done the experiments wanted to use him again, they’d want to make sure Alastair would not try something like that again.

He called the guards first, telling them everything he knew as quickly as he could. They promised they’d start investigating right away. It hadn’t been very long and Alastair couldn’t have gone far, could he?

He knocked on the door of the Queen’s office, and entered once she called to come in.

‘Thomas,’ she said. ‘It’s so good to see you. Is Alastair with you? Did he remember anything?’

‘He’s missing. I just left him in our rooms for maybe twenty minutes, and he’s gone. I’ve informed the guards, they’re looking for him, he can’t have gotten far.’

‘Are you sure he’s not still in the palace?’

‘He was tired, he wouldn’t have left our rooms, and he left his phone behind too. And his younger brother is missing too. Alastair’s mother called Cordelia, her youngest child is missing too.’

Charlotte frowned. ‘Prince Rostam? But he lives on Turan.’

‘Yes. He disappeared there. But I’m thinking it might be connected, that they might be using Rostam as leverage.’ Thomas took in a deep breath, should he tell this? ‘One of the experiments killed Charles. Unless Alastair cooperates fully, the experiments could kill people again. They’ll want to make sure that doesn’t happen.’

‘I knew Charles must have had the stroke in that lab,’ Charlotte said with a sigh. ‘But it was the experiment himself? Dear stars, what was he doing?’

‘Charles wanted to try to take some of Alastair’s power for himself. It didn’t work and Charles died,’ Thomas said.

He left out the part where Alastair had pulled back on purpose, how he’d wanted to stop what was going on. He didn’t think Charlotte was ready for that.

‘Oh, why, Charles,’ Charlotte said. ‘It doesn’t make any sense.’

‘I’m not sure what exactly Charles’ goals were with the experiments,’ Thomas said. ‘But after enhancing his power, Alastair could erase and alter people’s memories. He would have use for something like that in politics.’

‘I understand that,’ Charlotte said. ‘Alastair’s powers are useful, and potentially dangerous in the wrong hands. I always admired Alastair’s ethical boundaries, the way he kept his power to himself.’

‘He wanted to come to you,’ Thomas said. ‘To tell you what Charles was doing. He’d never wanted to participate in the experiments. But then the people made him forget. He’s not going to be punished for participating in illegal experiments, right?’

‘Legally, he’d be considered the victim even if he’d consented to participate,’ Charlotte said. ‘He’ll be alright, once we find him.’

‘He can’t be far yet,’ Thomas said. ‘The guards are looking everywhere.’

Thomas returned to the ship, Cordelia was still there and on the phone with her mother, Lucie beside her working on her charms.

‘Any news?’ Cordelia asked.

‘Nothing yet, but everyone’s on high alert and looking for him. He can’t have gotten far. I’m going to call Christopher. The only lead we have right now is Grace Blackthorn, Christopher’s lab partner.’

‘You don’t happen to know where she lives?’ Cordelia asked.

‘No, but Christopher might.’

Thomas confirmed with Christopher that he was in his lab and went there. It would be easier to talk in person, Christopher never liked making phone calls.

‘Tom, I’m so sorry about Alastair,’ Christopher said. ‘Do you truly have no idea where they might have taken him?’

Thomas sat down on one of the chairs in the coffee room of the lab, sighing deeply. ‘No. Everyone’s on high alert looking for him. But we have one other lead now.’

Christopher sat down in the chair opposite of him, his head bowed down. ‘I heard about Grace.’

‘Yes,’ Thomas said. ‘I’m sorry. I know you liked her.’

‘I barely knew her,’ Christopher said. ‘But I liked having her here. The best discoveries are made in cooperation, and Grace and I worked well together. But she was so closed off, I barely knew anything about her. All I know about her past is the story she told when you and Alastair visited, about how the Edom empire had taken her home planet.’

Thomas didn’t know what to think of the story. How much of it was true? The Edom Empire took planets all the time, and it was so powerful no one but the Raziel empire could stand against it. If they were involved with the experiments, that was bad. If they found proof and presented it to the Raziel empire, what then?

‘Why would Edom wish to perform experiments here of all places? With all the sneaking about, the secret labs,’ Thomas said.

‘Didn’t you know?’ Christopher asked. ‘Powers are not divided equally among the universe. They say the Edom Emperor has powers but no one knows exactly what. However, for some reason no one within the Edom Empire is born with them. And the seven planets have an unusually high rate of powers.’

‘I did not know that,’ Thomas said.

‘That’s why we’ve done so much research on the topic despite being a small part of the galaxy,’ Christopher said. ‘The Raziel Empire has relatively high rates too, I’ve heard, but Edom could never access the Raziel Empire.’  

‘Charles must have sought power somehow,’ Thomas said. ‘And allied himself to the Edom Empire, offering Alastair to experiment on.’

‘Edom might have wanted ways to take power from others,’ Christopher said. ‘It’s the one thing they do not have.’

‘But why?’ Thomas asked. ‘Why Alastair? Why Tessa and Lucie? And why no one in Edom?’

‘That’s the question, isn’t it?’ Christopher said. ‘I’ve never liked that I don’t understand it. There seems to be a genetic component considering Lucie inherited Tessa’s powers, but James has no power at all. I theorized it might be something to do with nearby stars and radioactivity in space, but I can’t find big enough sample sizes to test that theory.’

‘So Edom must have gotten lucky with Charles,’ Thomas said. ‘Alastair’s power is an interesting one and if they could have it harvested or moved into one of them, it would allow them to expand their power, their empire. Charles was a fool to think they would not crush him once they saw the chance.’

‘But that’s not why he died, is it?’ Christopher asked. ‘The timing… Charles’ death put them all behind, they lost access to Alastair.’

‘So they started trying to kidnap him,’ Thomas said. ‘And now they succeeded. Alastair must be so scared. It was hard enough for him, being in the old abandoned lab.’

‘I’m sorry,’ Christopher said. ‘I wish there was more I could do to help. Alastair’s been connected to my machine, perhaps with the proper alterations it could be used to find him, but I don’t know how long that will take.’

Thomas raised an eyebrow. ‘You think that’s possible?’

‘Maybe,’ Christopher said. ‘I’ll get to work straightaway. I’m not going to let you down, Tom.’

‘Take care of yourself too, Kit,’ Thomas said. ‘I appreciate what you’re doing, but don’t neglect eating, or sleeping.’

He guessed he would have to come check on Kit every once in a while. As useless as he felt, at least he could bring Christopher food while he worked. It was a good plan, a solid plan. Thomas couldn’t say he understood the magic technology Christopher used, but if there was any chance it would allow them to locate Alastair he would take it.

‘Kit, you don’t happen to know where Grace lives?’

‘She has a place in the city,’ Christopher said. ‘She’s registered here, I could look up her address for you.’

‘Good,’ Thomas said. ‘Then Cordelia and I are going to take a look.’

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