#stat thermo

[mirastudiesphysics]

I've never taken a stats class and I've always struggled in thermo. I'm realizing lately that cosmology is the stats and thermo field.

#physics studyblr #but I'm only motivated to learn stats and thermo if it's cosmology related so I guess it balances out

[tracey-cauchemar]

my boyfriend is named. thermometer. and i love him so much.

#he makes a point of calling me his girlfriend even tho he’s gay he’s so sweeeeet #long live thermo stat lite-brite

[transguyhawkeye]

see this is why you dont upgrade to the apple brand rgb gamer mood lighting tardis. 10s tardis was a beautiful piece of shit jackie tyler spilled a whole thermos of tea in that things circuits and it just kept chugging along this new one gets one cup of coffee spilled on it and its gone. install linux in this bitch stat!

#doctor who

[utilitycaster]

Speaking of Laura and Marisha having relatively weak chemistry, which CR cast members do you think have the strongest chemistry (romantic or otherwise) across campaigns?

I've tried to limit this because I could literally name a great relationship for basically every cast pairing at this point, but some of my favorites. To keep things balanced, I've done a sort of circle situation with two pairings per cast member. I also haven't included Matt just because I think it would be weird because as DM he has to play off everyone well, and he does.

Travis and Liam always have something bizarrely intense and it's different every single time and it's never quite romantic (other than Bertrand/Lieve'tel) but it is, frequently, homoerotic. Obviously most present for Fjord and Caleb and particularly their conversation in the Xhorhaus, but the "I want to give you an experience" line in late Campaign VM and Chetney and Orym's conversation in the Heartmoor are two examples.

Ashley and Travis are also always good; Pike and Grog are legendary for a reason, Fearne and Chetney have some extremely fun stuff going on but can also take it to more serious places, notably their discussion after Ashton's shard absorption attempt. and Fjord and Yasha didn't interact a ton but their few moments (I'm specifically thinking their shopping trip around episode 108 or 109?) are stellar.

Sam and Ashley have the same quality I think Liam and Travis have, namely, they are on some level playing chicken with each other and neither will back down. We see this with Pikelan; my favorite interaction is Pike being mad at Scanlan after he returns from his Meat Man era. Pike and Tary and the flashcards to remember VM is also a legendary scene for a reason. Veth and Yasha have some unbelievably funny conversations (I killed my whole family, I'll throw you under a bridge) and FCG and Fearne have run the gamut from poignant (post-Otohan Fight) to ridiculous (Fearne riding FCG around and using them as a thermos; honestly, the latest Otohan encounter somehow straddled these two vibes).

Laura and Sam should be a legendary cast pairing. They tend to play in a similar space thematically and they also keep overlapping in some sort of stat or outlook as well, without ever playing characters who knew each other beforehand. It's uncanny. We had Vex and Scanlan as Vox Machina's Charm (highlight being Vex's reaction during Bard's Lament). Vex and Tary becoming best friends and opening a bakery. Jester and Veth's shenanigans and deep friendship (messing around in that temple in Zadash; Jester confiding in her about Fjord kissing her; that one time where they encountered the syphilis bandits and kept running past each other in the dark; Jester taking the flask; and many more). And FCG and Imogen's early campaign closeness, with Imogen insisting on FCG's personhood and the two of them doing mind and dream stuff together.

Taliesin and Laura, unsurprisingly given the appeal of Perc'ahlia, are always great as well. Their willingness as Percy and Vex to be incredibly honest with each other, even about their darker traits, is commendable. Molly and Jester were fascinating because I don't think he respected her much but he did enjoy her company, and she admired him greatly. Team Cleric was also, naturally, a great duo, and I particularly think of them both returning to their respective thematic wells of closed-offness and recognizing it in each other, but going to other places to open up. We didn't get a ton of Kingsley, but he and Jester seem to get along pretty well! And Imogen and Ashton's standout moment was post-shard, but they also had a really good conversation after All-Minds-Burn, and I think they are able to embrace the tension regarding their different idealizations of estranged parents as seen in the latest episode.

Marisha and Taliesin are also really unafraid to explore conflict with each other, and it enhances their character interactions. Percy and Keyleth's friendship is fascinating because it seems that pre-stream they were quite close, but once the Briarwoods arc hit they often found themselves at odds and played off each other brilliantly. I love Molly and Beau's belligerence as well; that is one of my personal big regrets about Molly's death, and Marisha did a fantastic job showing how Beau was affected. Beau and Caduceus were also really interesting, in that they saw each other as the adults of the team for a while, especially early on. Beau and Kingsley have a great conversation in the Nein Reunited. And I've been pretty open about finding Laudna and Ashton's chemistry fascinating; while I enjoyed it romantically earlier, and would have loved to see how that played out, there's just such a great weird tension now, post-shard, that's hard to pin down.

Liam and Marisha have two of I think the most popular relationships in C1 and C2 and with good reason. Vax and Keyleth complement each other incredibly well, and I find Keyleth's feelings about the Raven Queen and how she and Vax approach them very differently to be beautifully done. Empire Siblings are again a favorite - they're so often at odds early on even as Beau has a lot of empathy for Caleb, and they're both the nerds of the party and among the most politically-minded to the point of working closely together years after the campaign. Laudna and Orym are also fascinating because they have these similar and yet wildly different ties to Vox Machina, and Orym feels for her situation, and they have some great conversations during the Issylra arc, but I actually love the growing tension. I love Orym flat out telling Laudna that this mission is important and he is pressuring Imogen because only she is capable of getting this information. I'm excited for the infiltration that's coming up!

But also because I can't limit myself here's some thoughts generally about cases where it's not every campaign but it's worth watching. The short version is "Travis and Ashley have some kind of chemistry with everyone."

I can name at least one relationship, romantic or platonic, between one of Travis's characters and a character from every other cast member, but I specifically want to shout out him and Marisha, who have zero romantic chemistry and bananas platonic chemistry in not just all three campaigns but also EXU Calamity and Candela Obscura Chapter 2. (He and Taliesin tend to have a fun and different thing going on each campaign and have a lot of similarities as players; Scanlan and Grog's clown to clown communication and Fjord and Veth's weirdly charged hostility are great; and hilariously I am obviously a massive fan of Fjord and Jester but I feel like the Baileyhams each campaign are like either we're doing high romance or we're going extremely our separate ways, which kind of makes sense in that they have extremely different approaches to D&D but also a lot of overlap in themes. Like on the rare occasions Grog and Vex, or Chetney and Imogen talk it's very good but they're certainly not the closest of characters)

Ashley also plays well with everyone. She has phenomenal chemistry with both Marisha and Laura. Beauyasha is readily apparent but also what we saw of Pike with both Keyleth and Vex was fantastic, and Imogen and Fearne are great and have some sparks, and Yasha and Jester had some incredible conversations. I also enjoy Ashley and Liam but have never shipped their characters romantically (and I suppose that was only even feasible in C1 given character sexualities); that's on my list of "could be fun" because they do always play off each other well. I will say, Ashton and Fearne have grown on me as a pairing but Ashley and Taliesin have always like...quietly vibed and had some great moments, and I think Molly and Yasha was (platonically) promising and cut short, and I love the conversation where Caduceus encourages Yasha to tell Beau how she feels, but they've never quite blown me away. I would like to see it though. There's potential.

Marisha and Sam seem to operate in very different spaces and so like...Keyleth and Scanlan, or Laudna and FCG, don't really interact much though they do have some mechanical overlap (Keyleth and Scanlan were good in combat together but didn't talk a ton) but specifically as Beau and Veth they were incredible. This is out of game but I very much enjoy their rapport during the Midst roundtables. Would love to see more.

Liam and Sam are also a fascinating case in that they're obviously very close friends irl but it's only as Veth and Caleb, and as the Grimms in Candela Obscura, that they've played characters who were close. They do have great chemistry though, romantic and platonic, and I'd love to see it explored. Liam and Laura are also interesting in that I love the twins and think they're amazing, and I like Orym and Imogen's relationship but particularly with C2 in the rearview, I just do not see much romantic chemistry between them at all. Bonkers good platonic chemistry though.

Taliesin and Sam are also a fun one in that I do like FCG and Ashton's friendship and their post-shard absorption conversation was a standout, as is Percy's outburst at Scanlan during the Bard's Lament and his friendship with Tary (and Tary's crush on him). Veth and Molly had some good moments; Veth and Caduceus did NOT know how to interact with each other.

#answered #pawthorn #cr tag #one of my first ever popular posts was me comparing cast members' c1 and c2 characters and this feels like it's bringing me back #cr spoilers

[mizartz]

cant stop thinking about danny fenton DST mod. sketchdump time

mod concept/rambling under the cut:

Danny Fenton

The Half-Ghost

Favorite food: Veggie Burger (despite the name, this is actually considered a meat item. both sam and tucker would be willing to eat this!)

200 Health | 175 Hunger | 120 Sanity

PERKS:

Is a ghost... sometimes [neutral to ghosts, innate cold resist, human + ghost form]

Human food only feeds half of him [.5x stat gain from food + need for ectoplasm]

Has obsessions to fulfill [increased attack/defense when allies are nearby, decreased stats when no allies, loses sanity/other consequence if allies die]

Has a deadly weakness to electricity [increased damage+sanity loss from lightning, electric damage] ...also damaged by proximity to evil flowers, but this will apply to ALL ghosts, not just danny

ABILITIES:

Transforms into his ghost half by alt-clicking himself.

can fly over/walk through obstacles (ignores collision)

increased damage/defense & increased hunger drain, constant sanity drain

ghost-like sanity drain aura (applies to nearby players except Wendy)

is a "monster" (attacked by pigmen, bunnymen, catcoons, etc)

takes more damage from electricity + evil flowers than his human form. (maybe also increased damage from magic/shadows/planar attacks?)

Cannot talk in ghost form. Uses incomprehensible language instead (either "OooOOOoo" like DST ghosts or made up ghostspeak)

Can shoot ectoblasts by alt-clicking enemies. Costs hunger per use. Usable in both forms, but deals more damage in ghost form.

maybe has a small chance to freeze enemies, with increased chance in winter?

If Danny dies, he leaves his human corpse behind (instead of a skeleton) and is stuck in ghost mode.

Permanently insane, -90% max HP. Corpse needs to be revived with a telltale heart [or some other item] (revives with no health penalty).

If killed again, corpse is replaced with a skeleton and danny becomes a "normal" DST ghost. When reviving using vanilla methods, has a bigger health penalty + sanity loss.

ITEMS/MOBS:

ECTOPLASM. Periodically spawned by ghosts & pipspooks. Chance drop on a ghost's death.

Danny needs to eat ectoplasm regularly or he gradually gets weaker [or some other consequence here].

Can be given to ghosts to make them temporary allies [Danny only]

DOG TOY. Temporarily spawns CUJO.

limited "loyalty" (spawn time) but can be fed ectoplasm to keep him around longer

immortal/can't be killed, loses loyalty instead

can walk on water (ignores collision)

"gets big" whenever danny is attacked. will attack all nearby mobs (even if not aggressive) for a certain amount of time before shrinking again

BLOB GHOSTS. passive mob/won't attack.

either spawn near headstones or around ectoplasm left on the ground

“prey” animals like rabbits (will run away from scary creatures & players, excluding danny/other ghosts)

automatically start following danny whenever he's near + grant him small sanity gain

will periodically spawn ectoplasm on the ground (higher rate than regular ghosts) OR passively restore danny’s ectoplasm meter based on proximity

ectoplasm is guaranteed drop on death (but why would you kill them you monster 🙁🙁🙁🙁)

despawns after a couple days

other potential items/perks:

ectoplasm tracker- points towards ectoplasm/ectoplasm sources on the map. or maybe cujo can track it instead?

fenton thermos- holds ectoplasm and/or ghosts in storage slots? 

Other things I'm less certain on:

if ghost form has higher hunger drain, should it also drain the ectoplasm meter faster?

want something to imply that ghosts are emotional creatures/danny's strength is tied to his emotions somehow, but "growing weaker/stronger at low sanity" is an overused perk. maybe he takes increased damage at low sanity?

maybe some other protection based perks idk

maybe his human form should be weaker than average, to encourage gathering/etc in human form, and combat in ghost form?

ok its that it byeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

#danny phantom #danny fenton #cujo #blob ghosts #don't starve together #don't starve #mod #my partner seeing me working on this instead of commissions “hey is that that mod that ur definitely not making” SHUT UP!!!!!!! #i have definitely spent way too much time oh this though. oops #big cujo looks weird but thats probably the best i can do without going wildly off base U_U #unfortunately large DST mobs tend to be ugly as hell #id love to hear what ppl think abt him<3 again i rly dont have the free time to make this any time soon but i WANT to . so. maybe one day!

[forever-rogue]

you’ve no idea how much your nurse Steve blurbs have captured my wee heart. 💘 the last one where he lost a patient, the little girl… BROKEN. The way that the reader is his rock, keeping him grounded and sane, and how much he loves her — I’m — 🥲

Him starting to say in the last blurb how he couldn’t fathom if something happened to her.. my angsty heart cannot help but imagine something did happen. She loves of course because FUQ NO WE AINT DYIN. but just imagine she gets into a car wreck or something and she’s unresponsive upon arrival and when nurse Steve walks into help and sees that it’s his angel??? Some heart wrenching angst to fluffy fluff on that would just be so good, because he is just so full of heart and would be a mess yet so determined to not let her go.

idk I just know you would write that beautifully if inspired at all by it

AN | Oh boy, you got me with this one. I couldn’t say no 🥺 This can be read as a companion piece to the below but also as a stand alone!

Warnings | Mild Language, Car Accident (with non-descriptive mentions of injuries)

Pairing | Nurse!Steve x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2.2k

Masterlist | Nurse Steve, Steve, Main

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Steve stifled a yawn as he looked at the clock. His yawn quickly turned into a groan when he saw how early in the evening it still was - not even ten and he was working until seven the following morning. He really needed a break; maybe he’d finally use some of that vacation time he had saved up and get away with you for a little while. You both deserved a break. 

He finished the coffee from the thermos you packed him along with a sweet little note telling him how much you loved him and how proud you were of him. He looked through a few charts, but found that nothing particularly exciting had happened that day, which in the emergency room, was definitely a good thing. 

But his calm was quickly interrupted when another of the nurses came into the room with a worried look on her face.

“Harrington,” she sounded like she had run all the way from across the hospital, “we need you in room three - stat. Car accident and the victim is unresponsive.”

“Fuck,” he set everything down and followed after her, his mind already spinning with all the horrible possibilities of what could have happened. He’d seen plenty of car accidents before, but he also knew that an unresponsive victim was generally not a good thing. But he was also experienced enough to know that he needed to keep a calm and cool head in order to perform to the best of availabilities. 

He could already see the commotion as he got ready to enter the room. He looked at the paramedic that had brought the patient in, “young woman, mid-to-late twenties, unresponsive upon arrival. Vitals are bouncing around, but breathing is constricted.”

“Thanks,” Steve moved towards the doctor he worked with, instructing whoever didn’t need to be in the room to get out so they could focus. Steve looked at the gurney for a moment and grimaced when he saw the blood and torn clothing. The doctor started going over a few things and he looked up to try and get a better look at his patient and his heart just stopped. 

“Harrington?” the doctor noticed he hadn’t been paying attention and that his face had changed into a worry of sheer panic, “Steve?”

“No,” was all he managed to choke, attempting to push past the doctor, “no, no, no.”

“What is going on?”

“That’s…” tears had already welled up in his eyes and were pouring down his cheeks. His absolute worst nightmare had come true, “that’s my wife.”

Everything around him started to sound fuzzy as blood pounded in his years, and he felt himself shaking. Out of all the things in the world that could have happened. It had to be you. It wasn’t fair. It just wasn’t fucking fair. It should have been him if anything - not you. Not his angel. 

“Your wife?” the doctor frowned as he put a hand on Steve’s shoulder in an attempt to calm him. All Steve could do was nod as he tried to keep from having a mental breakdown, “Steve, I think you need to step away and send Owens in. I don’t know if it’s going to be conducive for you to be here right now.”

“No!” he wiped at his eyes and exhaled deeply before shaking his head in determination, “I’m not leaving her. I can’t. I promised…I-I promised I’d always take care of her and keep her safe. I have to help her.”

“Are you sure you can handle this?”

“Yes,” he’d never give up. Never ever - not with you. He would do everything to keep you safe, “yes.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Your eyes felt so heavy and dry, like you could barely open them. But you finally managed to pry them open, regret set in at the bright lights all around, regardless of the fact that your vision was bleary. There was an obnoxious beeping coming from somewhere near your right and you wished it would turn off. Maybe it was Steve’s alarm and he was oversleeping? 

Your body felt so heavy and there was an odd feeling around your ribs. You felt so groggy and confused; what was going on? You didn’t even remember going to bed and this definitely didn’t feel like your comfortable bed at home.

“Steve?” you barely recognized the sound of your own voice. It sounded so rough and croaky, and your throat was dry. You were getting worried…everything felt so wrong, “Stevie?”

When you didn’t hear him, you whimpered slightly before attempting to sit up. It was then that you felt the sheering pain shooting through your middle. You cried out in pain and then blinked away the tears that had welled up, feeling your vision slowly start to clear up. Your breathing was stunted as you couldn’t even inhale completely. You felt the needles in your arm and looked at them, following the line to the beeping monitor and bag of fluids. Hospital. You were in the hospital again. It felt like you were way too intimately acquainted with this place.

“Angel?” you looked up and spotted Steve in the doorway, his face distraught but relieved as he basically ran over to you. He dropped to his knees at your side, grabbing your hand that wasn’t all hooked up in his, holding onto it as tightly as he could without hurting you, “you’re awake. Oh my God. You’re awake. Baby, I-I was so worried.”

“Stevie,” it broke your heart to see him so upset. Almost as much as his heart broke to see you in this position. You squeezed his hand as best as you could and gave him a weak little smile, “‘m here, love. ‘s all okay.”

“I said I would always keep you safe,” you pulled your hand from his and gently wiped away the tears that had rolled down his cheek, “I couldn’t even do that. I’m so sorry. So, so sorry.”

“Don’t say sorry,” you insisted softly, “you’re not the reason I’m here right now. I don’t think so anyway. What happened? Why am I here, Stevie?”

“Sweetheart,” he exhaled heavily as he met your eyes, “you were in a car accident. A hit and run.”

“Oh,” you blinked a few times to try and bring up your memories, but nothing seemed to work. Your dry lips pulled into a deep frown, “I don’t remember that. I-I don’t…the last thing I remember was getting into the car. That was it.”

“It’s okay,” he wiped away the tears you hadn’t even realized spilled down your cheeks, “it’s okay. It’s probably a good thing you don’t remember the accident. Honey, what were you doing out so late?”

“I…” you could see how hurt and upset he was, the pain etched into the ochre of his eyes. They were normally so bright and cheery, but now they held nothing but sadness. You didn’t have the heart to tell him the truth, “it’s nothing important.”

“Do you not remember?” he tenderly brushed his knuckles across your cheek. You didn’t want to tell him the truth because you knew it would hurt him, but you couldn’t lie to him either, “sweetheart?”

“Promise you won’t get mad?”

“Of course not. Why on earth would I be mad?”

“I was…I was coming here, to see you. You forgot your lunch at home and I knew how busy you get and how hard you work so I wanted to surprise you by bringing it,” you could barely stand to look in his eyes, knowing immediately where his mind was going. He was blaming himself. You squeezed his hand as best as you could, “don’t. Please don’t blame yourself for this, Steve.”

“How can I not?” he pulled his hand out of yours and rubbed at his tired eyes, “none of this would have happened if I hadn’t forgotten my lunch. If you weren’t such an angel…I…if it weren’t for me you wouldn’t be here right now.”

“Steve Harrington,” you reached over and put your hand on his face and made it so he was looking into your eyes, “do not blame yourself for this. This is not your fault, yeah? And honestly, I’m going to be a little selfish here, but right now, I need you Stevie.”

“You’re right,” he held your hand to his face, turning his head slightly to press a kiss to your palm, “you’re right. I love you so much. I don’t know how I got so lucky to have the best wife ever.”

“All ‘cause I broke my stupid ankle,” you laughed lightly, regretting it immediately as pain seared through your body, “you know, we’ve met in this stupid ER way too many times. We gotta stop it.”

“You,” he teased softly, “I should keep you in a bubble suit all the time.”

You smiled at him, admiring his handsome features along with the heart of gold he had. You really did love him more than you could ever put into words, “I hate to ask, but what’s the damage, Nurse Harrington? How long am I stuck here for?”

“I think the fact that you still have your sense of humor is a good sign,” he whispered, “the doctor said he’ll let me take you home tomorrow. They just want to monitor your vitals to make sure everything is stable.”

“And what exactly are we looking for to be stable?” you eyes him curiously, “you can tell me what’s wrong, Steve. I can handle it.”

“Okay,” he nodded, knowing full well he couldn’t hide anything from you and you could easily ask anyone else at the hospital to clue you in, “a few broken ribs, a decent amount of bruising, some lacerations to your arms and face and…sweetheart don’t panic because it’ll be okay-”

“Steve.”

“Your leg is broken,” he let out and you paused for a moment before looking down at your leg. It was covered with a bright pink cast. You looked at him and he expected you to break into a fit of tears but instead you laughed as softly as you could without hurting your ribs, “baby?!”

“It’s not funny, in reality, but it’s funny right now,” you leaned back against the scratchy, thin pillow and let out a long sigh, “first it was a broken ankle and now it’s my leg? I think I’d rather laugh than cry right now because I know as soon as I get home I’m just going to be upset.”

“You are…something else,” he shook his head fondly before pressing the most gentle of kisses to your forehead, “my angel. If it’s any sort of consolation, I am going to be taking the next month off to be at home with you. With your leg and ribs you’re going to need some help for a while - whether or not you want to admit it, my stubborn girl.”

“Steve, you can’t,” you shook your head, a frown tugging down the corners of your mouth, “that’s your vacation time, love. You should save that for you. To do something fun and relax. Don’t waste it on me!”

“First of all, it’s not a waste when I’m spending time with you,” he insisted firmly, “and secondly, it’s my time to use however I want. I want to spend it with you. We can be lazy together at home!”

“Steve.”

“Baby, we can even get someone to come clean the house and cook for us if that makes you feel better,” he insisted with that soft, dopey smile that you adored, “and someone that’ll do our laundry. It’ll be like vacation then. But - just so we’re clear, Ms. Harrington, nothing you say or do will change my mind, so you’re going to have to deal with it.”

“Mrs. Harrington,” you playfully corrected, “and fine. I know when you’ve got your mind set to something I can’t change it. So…thank you. I love you, Steve.”

“I love you too,” he brushed a few rogue strands of hair out of your face, “but now, angel, it’s time for you to get some rest. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The first thing you noticed when you woke up was the sound of his soft snores next to you. You peeked open one eye and shifted onto your side as best as you could to get a better look at him. He might have called you his angel, but he looked nothing short of angelic himself. You smiled to yourself as you reached over and brushed some hair out of his face. His full, ridiculously kissable lips were tugged up into a small smile and there were no lines of worry on his face. Perfection personified. 

“You might as well take a picture if you’re going to keep staring,” you snorted in amusement, and he didn’t even bother to open an eye, “I know it’s a pretty sight.”

“The prettiest of all,” you agreed, sorely tempted to go to the dresser and search for the polaroid camera. But, given your current state, it would have taken about five hours and defeated the whole purpose, “you look good like this.”

“Never as good as you,” he insisted softly, “are you hungry or thirsty? I can-”

“I’m perfect,” you insisted softly, snuggling back under the covers and making yourself comfortable, “I don’t wanna get up yet. Just want to lay here with you for a little while longer.”

“That sounds absolutely perfect,” he tenderly wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you into his chest as best as he could. It might have been your favorite spot in the entire world and you relaxed as his intoxicating scent washed over you, “how’re you feeling today, angel?”

“Better,” you admitted with a small smile, prompting him to press a lazy kiss to the corner of your mouth, “a little bit better everyday.”

“Good,” he whispered as he stroked your back, tracing aimless shapes into your soft, naked flesh, “that’s what I like to hear.”

“You always take such good care of me, Nurse Harrington,” this time it was your turn to press a kiss to his lips.

“That’s my job,” he grinned lazily, looking far more handsome than anyone should ever have, “as your medical provider, your best friend, and your husband. I love you, angel.”

“I love you too,” you tucked yourself into his chest and let yourself be lulled to sleep by the steady beating of his heart, “I love you too.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington one shot #nurse!steve #joe keery #joe keery x reader #joe keery x you

[lazeecomet]

CALLING ALL ENGINEERING STUDENTS PAST AND PRESENT!

#comet tales #thermodynamics #engineering student #engineering #thermo #polls #tumblr polls

[zoeykallus]

The Bad Batch x GNReader – Taking Care HC's

The Bad Batch guys taking care of a sick or wounded reader.

Mostly Fluffy

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Echo:

It doesn't matter how you got sick, while he lovingly takes care of you, makes sure your limbs don't get cold by tucking you in, providing you with tea and vitamins, he keeps telling you what you should have done differently to avoid getting sick.

"I always tell you not to go outside with wet hair".

"You don't drink enough"

"Eat more fruit"

"I told you that food you and Wrecker get on the road is bad".

His tone is gentle as he scolds you while replacing the hot water bottle and dabbing the sweat from your forehead. He takes your temperature every few minutes and shakes his head worriedly each time, whether you really have a fever or just a slightly elevated temperature.

Don't you dare get hurt, the principle is about the same. Depending on the severity of your injuries, he'll tend to you himself or with Tech's help. You see the steep, worried crease between his eyebrows as he bandages you up and tells you once again that you need to pay more attention.

"What were you planning to do, anyway?"

"You should never do this without help."

"You need to be more careful."

"Please don't put yourself in danger like that, I can't stand the thought of losing you."

Echo calms down eventually, but not until you are truly healed.

Hunter:

He will speak soothingly to you while staying by your side and you can feel that the soothing words are not just for you, but for him as well. Disease is something he can't fight directly, it's largely out of his control and that worries him. He feels a bit helpless in this situation, but does his best to care for you while not imposing himself.

Hunter keeps you company when you are bedridden and feeling lonely. He gets you a holo-projector, watches movies with you if you want him to. He'll even read to you if you ask him to.

"You sure? I don't know if I'm a good reader"

"I love hearing your voice."

Hunter smirks, flattered. Of course he'll read you anything you want.

If it's about wounds you got in battle or on a mission, he'll reproach himself.

"I should have been more careful"

"I should have been there"

"I shouldn't have let you take part in that mission".

Until you are fully healed, he will keep an eagle eye on you to make sure you rest and don't do anything even remotely dangerous. He always tries to be there when Tech changes your bandages. He'd like to do it himself, but he's too insecure. He has rough field medic skills, like most clones, but he has a hard time with you, he's afraid of hurting you or doing something else wrong, so he'd rather let Tech do it.

Wrecker:

You're lying in bed with a high temperature? Wrecker disappears for a few hours and while you lie there and pout, he comes back. He brings with him a thermos of the best soup you can get for credits on the planet you're on, under his other arm he has a box with a holoprojector and tons of movies. And in his mouth is a single flower he found on the way. He puts the flower in your hair and grins at you. Sets up the projector and pours some of the soup into a bowl for you, it's hot and smells wonderful.

"Don't worry, you'll be back on your feet in no time, you'll see".

Wounds to the body, from accidents or fights he can't take so well. He is close to a nervous breakdown every time he sees injuries on your body. You are the most precious, fragile thing he has in his life, the thought of you being in pain, being hurt, completely devastates him.

He nervously kisses the skin close to the wound, very gently, and says hoarsely, "Oh Mesh'la, little Cyare," close to tears.

When it comes to your well-being, the warm-hearted giant can get very emotional.

He will not leave your side until he is sure that you will get back on your feet. Moreover, he will ask Tech, who is taking care of your wounds, so many questions that even Tech, for the first time, will no longer feel like explaining everything.

Tech:

He knows dozens of home medications and he knows the statistical effectiveness of each one. He will tell you what obscure home remedies and cures he has found in the Holonet while keeping you hydrated and providing vitamins.

" Phlebotomy. Such a nonsensical thing, can you imagine? Delinquent!"

He also insists on washing you, changing your bedding regularly, and that you lie in a well-ventilated but warm environment. He will be very meticulous about this and will probably get on your nerves a bit at some point. But remember, he is doing this out of love, he wants you to get well, to be well taken care of and he is devoted to you, day and night when you need him.

Tech treats wounds very conscientiously. He is unusually quiet while caring for you, highly focused. Tech is very careful to make sure everything is clean and sterile, more so than he usually is, and he quickly loses his patience with any assistant who might be present and not do something as accurately as he would like.

"Not like that! Don't do that, I'll do it myself!" he sharply orders Echo who looks at him startled because he's sure he didn't do anything wrong. And he didn't, Tech is just super tense, after all it's you he's taking care of, the most important person in his life, perfection is not enough.

Crosshair:

The first time you're sick he's a little overwhelmed, actually he likes to tease you and you go along with it in a flirty way, but now he feels guilty if he even thinks about making a mocking remark. You're lying there, looking so pale and helpless, your eyes only half open and you can barely move.

Crosshair flees into the cockpit.

"Tech!"

The person being addressed startles at the unexpected and urgent sound, bumps his head on the console he's working under, and groans.

" Uuch... what's wrong?"

"They are sick! Sick! What the hell am I supposed to do?!"

Tech pauses for a moment, finally rolls his eyes, and puts together a list of things Crosshair could do to ease your situation.

He'll make you tea and keep you company, but he'll hardly talk, because he usually doesn't. Your eyes will meet again and again, silently.

"Can we watch a movie?"

"Yes. Please."

When you are injured in action, he teases you about it, partly to lighten the mood and partly because the whole thing doesn't seem so serious and dangerous to him if he does. He doesn't like to see you hurt at all and that's the only way he can deal with it.

"How can one person be so clumsy?"

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Song of the Sea: Chapter 40: The Leader, the Pariah

Series Warning: explicit smut, alien anatomy (it's a monsterfucker fic, guys), major character injury, grief, canon typical violence, autistic meltdowns, and my terrible attempts at Mando'a Chapter Warnings: suicidal ideation, disability, violence, reference to death. grief, guilt, mind control, trauma/PTSD, trauma bonding, alcoholism

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“Can you brood closer to the ship? I’m getting sick of all these stairs.” Shiani hobbled her way down to the beach with Batcher and Omega. Every morning, they made the same trek down a bajillion goddamn steps to check on Crosshair while he tried to get back in practice with his rifle. The persistent shake of his right hand was a constant struggle, and pissed him off frequently. “We brought you caf.” 

Crosshair was using a large rock as a rifle rest, and looked over at her. He liked the siren, she was probably the only friend he had managed to make in his life that wasn’t his brothers. She had a special way of getting on his nerves, though. An almost endearingly smartass way.  “... thanks.” 

Omega tucked herself next to him as Shiani handed him a thermos and pulled out her own, along with her crazy straw. “How’s the training coming?” Shiani asked. 

“Not as well as I’d like.” He muttered, shaking out his right hand. “The droid’s keeping track of my stats.”

She looked out at AZI, who was holding a melon Crosshair had been shooting at. And missing. Tech had said Crosshair never missed a shot, so it was a little heartbreaking to watch him trying to get control of his hand. “Is it getting better?” 

“Not enough.” He sighed. 

Omega looked up at him from where she’d sat, behind the rocks like she was ducking for cover. “You can’t keep hiding, Crosshair.”

“I’m not. This is training.” He huffed at her, getting back in position to line up a shot. 

She didn’t look convinced, raising an eyebrow at him. “Uh huh. So.. what does this require. Besides good eyesight?” 

Shiani was glad to see some things about Omega hadn’t changed, despite the circumstances. She was still naturally curious and wanted to know everything her brothers did, and she certainly saw the soft spot under Crosshair’s rough exterior. 

Crosshair knew what she was doing too, and shook his head. “You want to be a sniper?” 

“I don’t see why I can’t learn it. I’ve learned to disarm explosives, track, and fly a ship.” Omega grinned. 

He just shook his head. “Being a sniper is about more than looking through the scope. It’s about patience, reading the environment, and knowing when you have eyes on you.” He looked up, where he had already clocked Hunter and Wrecker watching them from an overlooking cliffside. “They still don’t trust me.”

Shiani shrugged, taking another exaggerated sip of her caf. “You don’t trust anyone either, Crosshair. It’s an occupational hazard.” 

He gave her a dirty look, but didn’t argue. Omega patted his arm. “Give it time, but you will have to talk to them.” 

Crosshair scoffed, and Shiani leaned on the rock beside him. His hand was clenched, still shaking, and she subtly moved his caf thermos further from the edge so he wouldn’t knock it over. “You know AZI is a medical droid. He could look at your hand.” She said mildly. “He’s pretty good, even if he called me a sea monster on Kamino.”

“If you’re gonna tell me he’s the one who fixed your hip, I’m going to pass.”

“My hip is beyond help. But he did save me from the massive systemic infection that was definitely going to kill me after two weeks of rolling in blood and dirt with an open fracture.” She pointed out. 

Omega made a horrified sound. “Crosshair! You can’t be mean to Shiani like that!”

“It’s fine, Omega. Our friendship is based on being a little bitchy to each other. If he’s too nice, I get suspicious.” Shiani patted Omega’s shoulder gently. The sniper had only been back with them for a couple weeks, but he and Shiani spent a lot of time together. Most of the time, it sounded like they hated each other as they bickered back and forth. But sometimes, like the first night, they would talk honestly and let the other one see the wounded underbellies they both concealed. He wouldn’t discuss details, but he had indicated he’d been tortured on Tantiss, and told her about a kind Commander on a lonely outpost called Barton 4 that had died for no reason but that the Empire was cruel. Shiani would listen, just like she used to listen to Tech, and when he needed a distraction she’d tell him about the things they’d gotten into while he was gone. The Riot Race, the War Chest, the Ipsium mine. 

Omega just frowned at them both. “You’re supposed to be nice.”

“To her? Absolutely not.” Crosshair snorted. 

Shiani snorted, but paused when her ear fin twitched and looked up. “Ship.”

“It’s Echo!” Omega grinned, getting to her feet. “C’mon.” 

“Wait up. I’m slow.” Shiani grumbled. 

“No one told you to skydive without a parachute, squidlett.” Crosshair smirked.

“And no one told you to stick your head in an ion engine, but you came out looking like a fried egg.” She snipped back, but there was no venom to it. 

He helped her up the steps faster than she could have made it herself, in time for them to watch Echo step out of his ship. Shiani couldn’t help but smile as Omega ran full speed into his arms, and the half-metal veteran dropped to his knees to hug his little sister. “Good to see you, kid.” 

He looked up as Shiani hobbled over. They’d spoken over comm, but he hadn’t seen her since Eriadu, and his eyes widened when he got a good look at her. “Hi Echo.” She smiled weakly, pretending the look didn’t register. She got the look all the time, the mix of shock and pity that made her feel like an exhibit.

“Shiani… hey. You doing okay?”

“Don’t look at me like that. I’m fine.” She tapped his metal shin with her cane lightly. “How’s the arm?”

“It’s holding up fine. I haven’t managed to break it.” He relaxed a little, recovering from the shock of seeing her as she was. 

“No hug for me?” Crosshair said dryly, walking up behind her. 

“Depends on how good your intel is.” He huffed, and Crosshair clicked his tongue and looked away with a chastened expression. 

Shiani rolled her eyes at the tension between Crosshair and the others, not quite understanding how it got to this point. Yes, the sniper had done some pretty nasty stuff to them as a group, but they knew about the chips. Hunter seemed so suspicious and Echo so angry… she wanted to swat them both and remind them what they’d lost to get Crosshair. That Tech had thought he was worth saving. That they were a family, and needed to act like it. 

She doubted the stubborn men would listen, so she just looked at Omega. “Come on, we’ll go sit. If they want to keep glaring at each other, you can debrief me.”

Omega nodded, walking over with the siren as she headed for the long outdoor table they usually ate at. There was an empty seat, even with Crosshair and Echo there, that Shiani sat beside. 

Omega had the most information, dropping everything she could remember about Tantiss. Crosshair didn’t have as much to offer, having been confined to a cell, but he told what he could. Shiani just listened, ignoring the meal set out for them and sipping her drink while trying to mentally build an image of Tantiss. It sounded impenetrable, between the savage jungle creatures, hounds, guards, and sensors. When she reached over to give Batcher a scratch, she caught Crosshair feeding the hound under the table with a shaky hand. 

Omega set the datapad she’d stolen on the table. “Would this help?”

“The encryption is going to be difficult… especially without Tech.” Echo said, tensely glancing at Shiani. She took another swallow from her cup and looked at the tabletop. 

“There might be a work around that.” Crosshair said quietly. “It would open without decryption if plugged into an Imperial terminal.”

“You got one in mind?” Wrecker frowned.

“I know of a facility. Remote, understaffed, it wouldn’t be a problem to infiltrate.” He shrugged. 

“Then Echo, Crosshair, and I will go to this based. Wrecker, you stay here with Omega and Shiani.” Hunter started. 

Omega bristled. “We just got back together and you want to split us up?”

Hunter shook his head. “It's because we just got you back we can’t risk you getting captured again, Omega. It’s safer this way.” 

“I left those clones back on Tantiss, and I have to save them. I need to do this, Hunter.” The little blonde said firmly. 

Shiani was both incredibly proud and a little worried that Omega would spiral into the same reckless self destruction she’d watched from Hunter for the last few months. Hunter looked at her. “She listens to you, Shiani. Back me up.”

“No.” She shook her head. “Bad idea to split the group, again. We should all go. Better chance of keeping Omega safe if we’re all there to protect her.” She couldn’t stop thinking about when she and Tech had climbed up onto the overhead rail, splitting the group. Getting separated. Falling. Her hands twitched, knocking her drink over, and she hissed softly and picked up a napkin to start cleaning up the mess before it dripped all over Echo, despite it soaking into her leggings. “Sorry.”

“You okay?” He frowned, giving her his napkin too. 

“Yeah, just slipped.” She sopped up what he’d initially thought was juice, and he frowned when he caught the scent of something bitter. 

“We’ll take my ship.” He told Hunter. “Shiani, go get changed?”

She nodded, untangling herself from the bench and heading for the Marauder.

Once she was out of earshot, Echo looked at Hunter. “Has she been acting… different… since you guys found Omega?”

Hunter nodded. “She sleeps a lot more.” 

“And I can’t remember the last time I saw her eat something. She just drinks caf in the morning, and juice the rest of the day.” Wrecker frowned. 

Omega and Crosshair exchanged looks, neither one of them having any frame of reference for what she’d been like between the fall and their rescue.

“This smell weird to you?” Echo tossed Hunter one of the napkins, and Hunter didn’t even have to bring it to his face to realize what the smell was. 

“Liquor.” Hunter’s eye twitched. “I swear to Manda if she’s drinking while flying my ship-

“We haven’t moved the ship since we got here.” Wrecker shook his head, putting a hand on Hunter’s shoulder. “And we didn’t have any alcohol on the ship before. You remember how slim the supplies were getting.”

Hunter grumbled. “What the fuck is she doing then? She said she didn’t even like alcohol on Ord Mantell…”

Omega frowned, looking after the direction Shiani had gone with a furrowed brow. Crosshair just glanced around at them like he didn’t quite understand what the confusion was. “... is that really a question?” 

Hunter glared at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“She’s in constant pain? Why wouldn’t she be drinking? It takes the edge off.” Crosshair looked between the sergeant and Wrecker. “... wait, did you two not know?”

“She said it stopped hurting after she’d had the brace for a while…” Wrecker frowned. 

“Did she? Or did she stop complaining about it?” Echo raised an eyebrow. “Because, from experience, even an amputation hurts for a long time after. I still had issues after Skako, and I’d been a POW almost a year.” 

Hunter frowned. “Why the hell did she tell you, not us? She barely knows you.” He muttered to Crosshair. 

Crosshair shook his head, knowing he was inches from saying something spectacularly bitter that was going to end in a fistfight between him and Hunter. One of the worst things about knowing Hunter as well as he used to was that they both knew how to cut to the quick when they were angry. And it had been so long that the only thing Crosshair was sure he still knew about Hunter was how to piss him off. 

He just got up and headed back to the Marauder himself, to check on the siren.

She’d made it out of her brace and leggings, and was sitting on the floor buckling herself into a new pair of overalls Phee had gifted her when they’d come back to Pabu. They had a yellow pocket on the front. “You good?” Crosshair muttered from the door of the hold.

“Spooked myself.” She sighed. “I don’t want us to split up again… the last time we did, it was me and Tech and it didn’t end well.” She finished buckling the overalls and started trying to get her boots back on. 

Crosshair knelt down to help her lace them, shaking his head. “And the liquor in your juice wasn’t related at all?”

She huffed. “I didn’t even finish the glass.” 

“What about the one before that?”

“That was my caf. I don’t put anything else in my caff but cream. And sugar, lots of sugar.” She crossed her arms, annoyed she needed him to tie her shoes. 

“You’re lying.” He eyed her. “Don’t lie to me.”

“And how would you know if I was lying?”

“Your suction cups pucker when you lie. I’m a sniper, I’m observant.”

She sighed, sinking back against the wall. “Fine. I put it in the caf too.”

“Why?”

“I’m a grown siren, and I’m not flying the ship. I don’t have to explain myself.” She huffed. 

“You either explain to me, or I’ll tell Hunter you’re too drunk to go on this mission.” He threatened, giving her the famous clone point she’d seen Tech give all of his brothers when they were getting on his last nerve. 

She hissed at him, teeth bared, but they both knew she wasn’t going to bite. “I dunno, Crosshair. Maybe because my mate dying, his body being stolen by the Empire, my hip and leg being permanently fucked, and living on an island surrounded by an ocean that I can’t swim in are all painful, and alcohol is numbing?” 

“Why the fuck can’t you swim? You’ve got gills.” He poked her in the side. 

“I swear to the Harmony I’m going to bite you.” She swatted at his hand. “I can’t change shape anymore, it hurts too much. And I can’t get in the water with the brace, it’s metal. It’ll pull me straight to the bottom. And I can’t get to the water without it. I love the surface, but not being able to swim at all as a siren is unnatural.” 

Crosshair rolled his eyes. “How long have you been drinking?”

“You’re so nosy.”

“How long, squidlett?” He helped her to her feet and held her steady while she put her brace back on. 

“When we got back. There’s a store down by the pier… the owner likes me, cause we saved his daughter in the sea surge when we first arrived. He gives me whatever I ask for under a certain amount.” She picked up her cane. “I’m not hurting anyone.”

“You’re hurting you.”

“I get drunk and take naps, Crosshair. I’m the least problematic adult in the squad right now, between you and Hunter snarling at each other and Wrecker’s anxiety.” She shuffled towards the ramp unhappily, running her free hand back through her headtresses.

“You probably don’t want to hear this, but you know this isn’t what Tech would want for you.” Crosshair sighed.

“You’re right. I don’t want to hear it.” She swallowed hard. Bitterness bloomed like algae in her chest. She wanted Tech to be proud of her, but also she was having a hard time surviving the day to day of waking up without him and trapped in a body that’s check-hull-integrity lights were constantly on. Comfort wasn’t forthcoming, so she had to find her own. If it came in a bottle of burning liquid she could dump into her morning caf to blunt the razor’s edge of pain… was that really the end of the galaxy? She’d never risk anyone by flying afterward. Wasn’t that responsible enough? 

“At least take a coat.” Crosshair rubbed the bridge of his nose. “It’s cold where we’re going.”

“Where are we going?” She paused at the bunkroom door, before ducking inside and going for Tech’s footlocker, where his cold-weather gear was stored. Maybe it would still smell like him. 

“Barton 4.” He sighed. 

Shiani’s head poked back out of the bunkroom. “The place where your friend died?”

“Yeah.”

Now Shiani looked concerned, and leaned on the bunkroom doorframe. “... You going to be okay for this?”

“Asks the alcoholic cephalopod.” He snorted.

“Don’t make me regret caring. Are you?”

“I’ll let you know when we’re there. Now go grab something from the cooler and eat it, so you sober up before we get there. You’re going to need to be on your game, there’s bandits.”

She nodded. “Fine.” 

When the rest of the family walked over from an impromptu family meeting, Shiani was sitting on the ramp eating a ration bar and slice of fruit, while Crosshair watched her with a very forceful look. She waved at Omega when the girl got to her. “He made me eat breakfast.” 

Hunter looked more annoyed, and went into the ship to get his gear. Wrecker just gently patted Shiani’s head. “You okay?”

“Yeah. I’m fine.” She patted his hand back. This time, he wasn’t sure if he believed it, but he went inside to start getting his gear as well. 

Omega was still frustrated about Hunter trying to leave them behind, and went over to where Crosshair was now digging through a crate looking for something passable he could wear in cold weather. The sniper glanced up. “Don’t… give Hunter too hard of a time. He’s only trying to protect you.”

“You think I should stay behind too?” She crossed her arms. “Or Shiani? I thought you two were friends now.”

“We are… I think. But she’s got a lot going on. And you’re capable, but you’re still a kid.” He shook his head. 

“I’m older than you are, little brother.” Omega smirked. 

Crosshair paused, a sort of faint smile inching over his lips as he looked at her. She’d definitely saved him… 

Wrecker stuck his head out of the ship. “Hey, Crosshair. I got something for you.” He walked down the ramp with a case in hand. “Hopefully it still fits, but it never felt right to get rid of it…” 

Crosshair opened the dust-covered case and froze, looking at neatly arranged black and red armor. He hadn’t seen it in so long… Every bit of dirt outside the case came tracked in on his brother’s boots from missions he hadn’t been a part of. And he could have been… should have been. “My old armor.”

Shiani had put on her own chest plate on and was adjusting her leg brace with a wrench, listening to them. Omega still brought out the best in people… she loved that about her. Omega was the best kind of friend. Everyone should have an Omega in their lives, and the galaxy would have been a better place. A place without war or an Empire, where everyone tried to do right, and no one got shot off of rails and had to fall to the ground below. 

Omega walked over and offered her a hand up. “Leg okay?”

“Yeah. Just adjusting the tension sensor here. It should mean I won’t need the cane as much.” The siren smiled, and they headed after Crosshair onto Echo’s ship. The Remora was a little roomier on the inside, and set up like a mobile intelligence base. 

Tech would have loved it.

Omega tucked herself next to Shiani as Hunter and Wrecker talked to Echo up in the cockpit, watching the siren still adjusting her knee sensor. She wanted to ask a thousand things about what was going on with her, worried about her friend, but she wondered if questioning the siren would make it worse. Shiani glanced at her from the corner of her eye, sensing the trepidation building inside the girl. “You have questions.” 

“... is asking going to make things worse for you?” Omega frowned, examining the scars studding the tentacle draped across the siren’s lap. 

“No. Questions don’t change circumstances.” Shiani shook her head, tapping the sensor under her hands with her claw. “What I need is a control array like Echo’s headpiece, but I can’t program that on my own.” Tech could have, she wanted to finish. 

“Are you really drinking a lot?” Omega immediately jumped into asking.

“A lot is subjective. But you’d probably think it was.” Shiani nodded. 

“You don’t like alcohol.”

“That’s not a question.” Shiani glanced over. 

“Okay, why are you drinking if you don't like alcohol?”

“It dulls the senses and makes you forget. That’s what I want.” Shiani shrugged. 

“How come you didn’t tell Hunter and Wrecker about it?”

Shiani bit her lip lightly. “... because Hunter just got you back. I don’t want to ruin that for him. And if Hunter’s relaxing some, maybe Wrecker will. He was holding Hunter together while you were gone… you’re very loved, Omega.”

“But you told Crosshair. Why? You guys just met a couple weeks ago.”

Shiani sighed. “That’s complicated.” 

“Explain it to me.” Omega put patient hands on the siren’s arm, stopping her moving screwdriver and demanding her attention. Shiani had never had it in her to deny her little friend much of anything, especially now that Omega wasn’t so little anymore. She was approaching the point of being their equal, commanding respect on the squad the way a growing siren child would work up through the ranks of their hunting party. Shiani was so proud of her… and so frustrated that she was catching on to the complexity of grief and agony. 

Shiani rubbed her free hand down her face quietly, fingers dancing over the scar on her cheek. “I hurt, Omega.” She finally said softly. “Outside, inside, everywhere. I can’t get away from it… I know the guys hurt too, but Tech said Crosshair understood him better than any brother. And even though I’ve only known him a short time, I think he understands me too. The others… love so loud when things are good, and grieve so quiet when they’re bad. They don’t even say Tech’s name most of the time… They try to move on, I guess. But I need someone to linger in the sadness with me… Crosshair can’t escape the pain either, so he understands.”

Omega stared at her for a long moment, thinking of every day in Tantiss where she’d talk to Crosshair. He listened, sometimes numbly, to her harebrained plans for escape and refusal to leave him. She couldn’t unhear the day he’d told her to leave him, lying through his teeth that he’d leave her in a heartbeat to try to convince her to free herself successfully. He’d said he deserved to be in that awful place… He couldn’t escape the pain, like Shiani said. 

She put her blonde head on the siren’s shoulder. “Does it ever get any better?”

“I don’t know.” Shiani sighed. “I hope it does, because I don’t know how long I can do this.” She had to be honest with her, a quiet cry for help. “I don’t want to be like this anymore, Omega… but I don’t know how to stop.” It wasn’t totally true, she did know how to make it stop. But that meant dying, and she didn’t think she could put her family through that again. It was the only thing she was holding onto anymore.  

“I’m going to help you. I promise.” Omega wrapped her arms around the siren’s middle and squeezed, three times. It was the first time in a long time she’d experienced the gesture, and she wrapped her arms desperately around the girl and buried her face in Omega’s hair.

“Thank you.” She whispered. Omega just snuggled her and they sat like that for a long time, until the ship came to set down on the snowy landscape of Barton 4. “Put your coat on.” Shiani murmured. “Crosshair says it’s cold here.”

Omega nodded, and Shiani slipped on her own coat. It was one of Tech’s, too big for her but lined with cold-weather fluff. It did smell like him still, faintly but enough to be comforting. 

She steadied herself and got up, following Omega off the ship. Crosshair followed them, tugging at the collar of his blacks under his old armor. “So it does still fit.” Wrecker grinned. “You weren’t kidding about this place being remote. How’d you even know about it?”

“My last mission for the Empire.” Crosshair said noncommittally, and Omega glanced between him and Shiani as she mulled over what the siren had said. She suspected that Shiani had already heard the full story.

“Scanner is showing no head signatures. It’s totally empty.” Echo looked at Hunter, who rounded on the sniper.

“You said this place was understaffed, not totally abandoned. What else aren’t you telling us?” Hunter demanded. 

“I was in prison for months. Things change, and I wasn’t privy to most of them. You think they gave intelligence briefs in my cell?” Crosshair sneered, the same resentful anger building back in his chest. If Hunter hadn’t left him the first time, when the chip went off, he wouldn’t have had to explain himself now. He’d never have been here at this outpost, he’d never have shot the Lieutenant, he’d have never been sent to Tantiss, no one would have ignored his Plan 88 warning to try a rescue mission that got Tech killed and Shiani maimed, Omega never would have been captured-

Shiani tapped his chest plate. “Stop. What’s that noise?” Her ear fins were flickering everywhere, trying to find the source of a high-pitched and extremely annoying sound that made her want to throw something. Batcher was also whining at her side, like she heard it too.

Hunter pointed at a proximity sensor. “These put off a high-frequency sound. What are the sensors for, Crosshair?”

“To warn about bandits coming from the mountainside. They were all dealt with when I was here last.” Crosshair shrugged.

“Dealt with how?” Hunter demanded. Omega and Shiani exchanged glances with Wrecker and Echo at just how hard the sergeant was going for Crosshair today. Maybe he was a little extra raw knowing Shiani was having her own crisis and hadn’t told him, but it really didn’t seem fair. 

“Guess. If you’re scared, stay on the ship.” Crosshair finally fired back, unable to keep the cool he’d tried to hold onto thus far. 

Hunter cocked a fist like it was about to get physical, but Echo was quick to get between them. He wasn’t the highest ranking clone, but he was the oldest brother. Sometimes little brothers needed wrangling, and he was good for it. “Can you two kill each other later? We’re here for reason.” 

Hunter sighed. “Fine by me.” He turned and headed for the base, fists tight at his sides as he fought the urge to turn around and strangle the truth out of Crosshair. How the fuck was he supposed to trust him if he was withholding information? He still didn’t even know why Crosshair had been captured on Tantiss! For all he knew, this was an elaborate setup to catch the elite commando unit they’d once been and force them back into Imperial service. Or worse.

Omega looked at Crosshair with a groan. “I said talk to him, not argue with him.” 

“He started it.” The sniper grumbled, and Omega rolled her eyes and walked off. Shiani shifted her weight to her right and put her hand on her good hip, in the time-honored tradition of smartassery and sass that was living among clones. “What?” Crosshair sighed. 

“You two are so alike sometimes.” She sighed.

“I should shoot you in the other leg for that.” He grumbled, and they started after Omega.

“So you can miss?” She snorted.

“Listen here, you little shit.” 

“I don’t even listen to him, and he outranks you. When are you two going to quit bitching at each other, anyway? He’s your brother, you love him.”

“What gave you that idea? Our touching reunion over Ryloth?” He grumbled, wishing what she was saying was true. There had been a time he’d been much more secure in his relationship with his brothers, but that time had passed long ago. 

“Tech told me. And he was seldom wrong.” Shiani didn’t look at him when she said it, but she sounded confident. Tech had known, he always knew. She had to trust the knowledge that he’d left her.

Crosshair tensed, but nodded quietly as they got to the door. Wrecker was pushing at the dense-packed snow, but when Crosshair clicked his tongue Batcher pushed up and started digging through with much more ease. Once they got through, Wrecker shoved the doors open with his strength. The lights above flickered when they got inside, and Hunter frowned. “The power’s pretty shaky in here.”

“There’s the terminal.” Omega nodded, and Echo walked over to plug himself in.

“The power’s been depleted to maintain those proximity sensors. I’ll need to reroute it to the main facility in order to do this. Gimme a minute.” 

While he and a helpful Omega rerouted the power, Crosshair wandered into another room. Shiani frowned, following as unobtrusively as possible, and found him picking up a set of reg helmets off the floor and carefully arranging them on top of a crate. She limped over to stand beside him, watching him as he took his own helmet to look at them. “Your friend?” She murmured. 

“Commander Mayday.” He nodded. “I figured they’d just throw this back in here… they didn’t give a damn. That’s why I had to get out… my loyalty didn’t mean anything to them.”

Shiani nodded, looking at the formation of helmets led by one wrapped in cloth. “You said he died, but not what happened.” Her ear twitched, hearing Hunter leaning in the doorway and listening. Crosshair hadn’t noticed, and she hoped this would clue Hunter in a little. Or at least teach him how to talk to Crosshair again. 

“He didn’t leave me. I stepped on a pressure mine, he could have left me for dead. I would have left him, if it had been reversed. But he didn’t… he saved my life. Then we got into an avalanche, looking for cargo the bandits took. Just armor for the TK troopers… not worth dying over. I dragged him back here, but the Lieutenant said Mayday wasn’t worth the resources to save. I shot him.” He squared his shoulders. “That’s how I ended up on Tantiss to start off with.”

“Loyalty means everything to the clones.” Shiani said dutifully. “Tech used to say that…”

Crosshair nodded. “Yeah. I guess… that’s why I didn’t take it well when they left me on Kamino.” 

“You did shoot at us.” She pointed out. 

“I know… I couldn’t help it, with the chip. But I never really got over it.” 

“Tech never got over it either…” Shiani sighed. “I don’t think the others did, either. They still loved you.”

“Love isn’t the same as loyalty.” Crosshair muttered quietly. “They weren’t loyal to me.”

She lightly punched him in the side, fist pinging off his armor without enough force to hurt him but certainly enough to make him wobble on his feet. “As soon as we knew you weren’t there by your own will, we went looking for you. What’s more loyal than Tech dying to try to bring you home?”

Crosshair paused, looking at the siren’s annoyed little face. “So maybe Tech was. But Hunter wasn’t going to keep looking once he found Omega, if he found her without me.” 

“Hunter’s trying to protect the people he’s got left.” Shiani waved a claw under his nose. “I wasn’t going to give up, after we found Omega. And I told you, it’s my ship.” 

“You didn’t even know me, squidlett.” 

She rolled her eyes and pointed to the helmets in front of them. “Neither did Mayday.” 

That shut him up, and he looked at her with a surprised expression. When she spotted Hunter backing out of the doorway, she waved for Crosshair to come back out to the front room with her. Hopefully that meant Hunter had heard enough…

They walked back and Crosshair, ever uncomfortable with his own feelings, headed for the door. “Where are you going?” Hunter grumbled. 

“To check the perimeter.” Crosshair walked out. 

Shiani sighed and looked at Hunter. “Stow it.” He grumbled and went after Crosshair. 

“Well, that went well.” Shiani huffed. 

Echo sighed. “Let them work it out. They always do. C’mere and help me look at this.”

She nodded and limped over, leaning over his shoulder. “Mostly medical information.” She said after a minute. “No data on the location.” She sounded just as disappointed as Echo felt. “But there’s a lot of clones held there.” Her finger touched the holo, distorting the list of CT numbers. She could see Tech’s face, horrified and wide eyed, when they’d found out Crosshair was among that list. He’d been so determined to save him… 

“Not what I was hoping for, but I’ll transfer everything before the power shuts down out here.” Echo nodded. 

Shiani hobbled to the doorway and watched. Hunter and Crosshair were talking, but it looked more like an argument. She crossed her arms, leaning on the wall as she watched, Omega walking over to her. “You think they’ll ever make up?” Omega sighed.

“Can’t figure out why they haven’t yet.” Shiani muttered. It felt like neither one of them appreciated Tech’s sacrifice, and she knew it wasn’t true but she still wanted to punch them both. They were supposed to be a family! They needed each other-

Her ears twitched again. “Something’s coming. Echo, is that data transfer done?”

“Yeah, just finishing up.” Echo unplugged his datastick and scomp link. “Why?”

“Something-” The ground under their feet rumbled. “Something big…” 

Hunter had shoved Crosshair, and the sniper had a fist cocked back to just finally slug his brother in the face when the snow behind them exploded upwards. A giant serpentine ice wyrm roared, charging them aggressively. They both took off, running for the outpost as fast as they could as the territorial and angry creature flipped the Remora into the snow. Shiani pushed just outside the door as they ran past, sucking in a breath and screaming at the charging beast, who changed directions and disappeared beneath the ice. 

“What the hell is that thing?” Hunter muttered, sitting up from where he and Crosshair had ended up on the floor. 

“Wyrm.” Echo sighed. “We can’t dig the ship out with that thing running around.”

“The proximity sensors must have been keeping it away.” Omega frowned. 

“We can reroute the power back to them, but unless we get it outside of the perimeter it’s just going to be trapped in here with us.” Echo grumbled. “And to reroute the power we’ll have to manually reset it.”

“The fuse box for the reserve grid is outside and around the back.” Crosshair muttered. “Someone will have to flip the power breaker.”

“I can go.” Wrecker offered.

“Still gotta chase the wyrm away.” Shiani frowned, still standing in the doorway. “It didn’t like my scream, but I can’t outrun it if it charges.”

“I’ll lure it outside of the perimeter.” Crosshair muttered.

“Not alone.” Hunter shot him a look. 

Shiani gritted her teeth, eyes lighting on a small snow speeder sitting half buried in the snow. “You two lure it. I’ll meet you at the perimeter line and cover your escape until the sensors come back on.” 

“I’ll cover you from the tower.” Echo said firmly, nodding to Omega. “Guide Wrecker on the comms and get the sensors back up on their signal.” 

They separated in a rush, Shiani diving onto the speeder and dragging it out of the snow. It was only rusted, she could fix it in just a few minutes, she just needed that few minutes-

She glanced up as she worked, spotting the wyrm chasing after Wrecker and ignoring the two it was supposed to be after. “Why is it always a huge monster!” Wrecker wailed in the comm.

Shiani pushed the speeder up and screamed again, diverting the wyrms attention. It redirecting, coming after her, until a couple blaster shots hit it and distracted it again. Finally, it was going after Crosshair and Hunter, who took off as fast as they could. She went back to banging the rust off the engine hurriedly. “C’mon, c’mon.”

“I’m in the breaker room. What am I looking for, Omega?” Wrecker asked. 

Shiani flipped from their comm frequency to Hunter and Crosshair’s, coming back in to the continuation of their argument. 

“Take the tunnel. We’ll try to find a weak point from up here.”

“You’ll try!?”

“Glad you heard me properly.” 

She rolled her eyes, kicking the clutch on the speeder and it finally roared to life. She slung her bad leg up as much as she could and dragged herself up by the handlebars, gunning it for the perimeter. “Crosshair, where’s Hunter?”

“He fell in a hole.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me…” She groaned, and revved the engine harder as she aimed for the sniper. They were past the perimeter, she just had to cover their escape. That was her job, to protect her family. Protect Tech’s brothers.

In her ear, she heard Crosshair screaming Hunter’s name as he slammed his rifle against the ice to try to break through. When he was scared, he sounded just like Tech-

He’d pulled Hunter up and they were running for their lives with Batcher, heading for the perimeter. It was hundreds of yards away, and Shiani sped past them on the speeder and banked hard, putting herself between the clones and the wyrm. She sucked in a breath and shrieked, stopping it in its tracks while she put it in reverse and started backing towards the proximity sensors, buying the guys time to get to safety. When they crossed the perimeter, she hit the throttle again and revved backwards through the safety of the loud sensors. 

The wyrm growled while Batcher barked, like she was taunting the creature, and slid back into the hole it had come from. The ground rumbling became fainter, and when it was gone Shiani looked over at the two brothers. 

They’d both taken their helmets off and were looking at each other, both wide eyed at the near-death experience. Slowly, their panting faded and they both looked at Shiani, who furiously scrubbed her eyes on her hand. “You two okay?” She muttered, as Batcher left Crosshair’s side and came over to beg for scritches by headbutting her good knee lightly. 

Hunter nodded. “Are you?”

The siren scrubbed at her face a little harder, trying to both hide she was tearing up and disguise her mouth with her forearm. “You two almost died.” She muttered. “And you hadn’t even made up yet. Can you quit being jerks to each other? I know all those bad things happened, but… we’re finally all back together like Tech wanted…” 

The two brothers looked at each other again. Hunter looked a little guilty, thinking over how Crosshair had immediately volunteered to put himself in danger for the squad to lure the wyrm away, and had pulled him out of the hole and saved his life. 

Crosshair couldn’t stop thinking about how terrified he’d been when he thought Hunter was going to get killed in front of him. He got up first and offered Hunter his hand, helping the sergeant to his feet before glancing back at the mountains. The last time he’d walked to the outpost with this as a backdrop and a brother beside him, it had been a nightmare… but this time, there was a better reception at the end of the walk. 

He and Hunter both walked over to Shiani and flanked the speeder, putting a hand each on her shoulder. “Hey. We’re good now.” Hunter said gently. “It’s okay.” 

She nodded, a crackling sob wracking her shoulders. Crosshair wrapped a hand around the throttle, and they turned the speeder around and walked alongside it with her on board, Batcher following as they headed back to the outpost at a walk. Shiani got her sniffling under control after a minute and looked over at them.

Crosshair gave her a look. “You good, squidlett?” 

She nodded. “You just … sound like him, when you’re scared.”

Hunter winced, ready to change the subject, but Crosshair didn’t let him. “Yeah? Who said I was scared?”

“You were scared, you jerk.” She huffed, wiping her cheeks again. 

“Clearly you never heard Tech scream when Wrecker startled him. He did this hand-flap thing, especially when we were cadets. Sounded like a girl. Wrecker kicked in a door to the Cyber Center on Anaxes and I thought Tech was going to summon every droid for ten klicks.” 

She couldn’t help but giggle. “... he used to do the hand flaps with me. When I showed him I could shapeshift… and when I told him I had three hearts. But he teased me for clapping when I got excited…” 

Hunter looked bamboozled at how easily she talked about Tech, but they made it back to the hangar grounds as Wrecker ran up and pulled him and Crosshair into a tight hug.

Shiani watched with a sad look on her face and reversed, backing up and going around to give them their moment. She rode over to Omega, who looked at her. “We should take that speeder with us. You could use it on missions.”

Shiani smiled faintly. “I’d have to adjust the thrusters for difficult terrain…”

“You love stuff like that.” Omega pointed out. “It would give you something to do around the island.”

Echo nodded. “You’d have to be sober to do it, though.”

Shiani wrinkled her nose. “Maybe…” She looked over as the three brothers started walking back to them. “At least they’re not fighting anymore.”

“And I don’t even see any blood this time.” Echo chuckled, and Omega started to smile until the sentence processed and she did a double take at the corporal.

Still walking back, Hunter looked at Crosshair. “... How’d you do that, with Shiani?” 

“She’s dying to talk about him.” Crosshair said quietly. “Trying to tiptoe around it… doesn’t work for her. It just makes her feel like she’s by herself grieving for him.”

Hunter didn’t ask about Mayday, though he’d heard enough to understand that Crosshair knew more about how the siren felt than he let on. When they got back to the others, Omega had climbed onto Shiani’s speeder and was holding onto the siren as she rode her around in little circles. 

“Let’s get digging.” Hunter sighed, glancing at the Remora. It was going to take forever to get it out of the snow and turned back right way up.

The ride back to Pabu was quiet, with Shiani having been convinced to bring the speeder to work on. Omega had fallen asleep leaning against Crosshair, who sat stock still with not even his toothpick moving lest he wake her up. That meant Hunter and Wrecker could go talk to Shiani. 

The siren had her leg stuck out, rubbing the thigh quietly as she wished she’d had the forethought to get a flask to keep on herself. When she heard the brothers come back from the cockpit, her eyes flicked up. “Everything okay?” She frowned. They both looked so serious.

“We need to talk to you.” Wrecker sat down beside her, Hunter on the other side of the row of secure seats. 

“... Is it because I cried? I’m sorry, I know you don’t like-” She started, flushing blue and embarrassed she’d broken down in front of the soldiers. Only Tech had been the one she could cry in front of. He understood-

“Shiani.” Hunter put a hand on her arm. “It’s about the drinking.”

She shrank back, shoulders and tentacles curling in defensively. “I’d never do it on the Marauder.” 

“We’re not worried about that. We’re worried about you.” Wrecker said kindly. “You don’t even like alcohol.” 

“Cross said you were in more pain than you were letting on.” Hunter tried to get her to look at him with no avail. “You didn’t tell us.”

“You had too much to deal with. Omega was missing… She’s your world, Hunter. I know that.” Shiani mumbled. “Once she was safe, I thought I could deal with it myself…” 

“You don’t have to deal with anything by yourself. We’re a squad. A family.” He sighed. “I know we… haven’t talked about Tech like we should have. Like you needed us too. It was one crisis to the next after Eriadu, with Omega being taken and you coming back so badly hurt…”

“And we thought it would make it harder for you.” Wrecker explained. 

She finally looked up, glancing between the two of them slowly. “Nothing can make it harder, guys… sirens almost never remarry. That’s it for me… one heart is dead, I guess.” She touched her chest. “Sometimes it feels like it really is, you know. Especially when you guys don’t talk about it… and he’s never coming back. I don’t know… what I’m supposed to do. The future isn't’ somewhere I care about going anymore.” 

Wrecker and Hunter looked anxiously at each other over her head. The heavyweight was the first to speak, carefully putting his hand on her back, His fingers spanned her shoulderblades. “You wanna die too, don’t you?”

“Yes.” She gasped painfully. “I’m just… I can’t bring myself to do it myself. It would hurt you guys. You’re the only thing I’ve got to love now. My own gods sent me back from the brink of death and took Tech away from me, and I don’t know why. You guys need him more than you’d ever need me…” Admitting she wanted death almost felt relieving after so long bottling it up inside. “I met gods, guys. And they didn’t believe in me.” 

Wrecker rubbed her back. “We do need you, Shiani. You’re a part of the family. Please don’t you leave us too.” His voice cracked a little, and she looked at him. There were tears in his good eye, and she swallowed the lump in her throat painfully. 

“We lost Tech too… I’m sorry we didn't show it enough.” Hunter murmured. “But we can’t lose you too. You’re our sister, just like Omega.” 

Shiani crumpled, burying her face into Wrecker’s chest plate and crying bitterly. Every day over the last months since Eriadu just escaped, and when Hunter leaned in and squished her in the middle of them she could finally grieve what they’d all been through together. The loss, the search, the months of exhaustion and fear of Omega’s fate while they crossed the galaxy five different times, every failed lead and night spent too miserably anxious to sleep. The three of them had lived like that for months, and even elite clone commandos and princesses of underwater kingdoms had a breaking point. They found it wrapped up in each other’s arms. 

“I miss Tech.” Shiani whispered after a long time, when the tears had stopped and she thought maybe they had crushed her wayward soul back into the faulty body it escaped from. “I wish he was here.”

“Us too.” Hunter whispered. “All of us.” 

#explict #original character #clone force 99 #the bad batch #star wars #fanfic #tbb tech #song of the sea

[holocene-sims]

List 5 facts about a favorite sim of yours, and send this to simblrs whose sims you adore 💜

hi friend!! ❤️🤍 thank you so much for sending me this! 💐

i'll do this for soobin now that she's an official part of the canon story (and also because i think she's super adorable sdjfkldsjf) ✨

if you ask her what she does for work, her answer is almost always, "i responsibly irradiate people!" whichhhhhh is not incorrect - she's a nuclear radiologist ☢️ her job really is to administer radioactive medications and run the appropriate imaging scans afterwards. it's the perfect medical work for her, too, because she does not like blood and guts 😶 science and helping people? yes! innards? no!

how about a whole bunch of stats? her birthday is june 16, 1991, so she's a gemini sun ♊, leo moon ♌, and sagittarius rising ♐; her mbti type is esfj; and she's 5'11", so a tall queen 👑

while she drinks coffee and tea, she prefers hot chocolate, especially because she's not reallyyyyyy supposed to consume caffeine for health reasons. so, every day, she makes herself a big cup of hot chocolate in a thermos, and she mixes up the flavors so often that she's the hot chocolate version of a watertok girlie. (p.s. her favorite alternate flavor is pumpkin spice)

she's quite sporty! she played volleyball growing up and was even on a club team in college 🏐 for the last few years, though, she's been into running marathons and 5ks, and she goes for a run every morning, usually just around her neighborhood, or she will go to a park sometimes to mix up the scenery. she also likes golf but that's more of a special occasion thing!

fun fact: her username on every social media website is @//zoinks_soobs because why not reference scooby doo? 💜

#asks #hlcn: oc info #hlcn: story extras #hlcn: soobin #holocene-sims? more like holocene-info-dumps-and-abuses-emojis!

[tinkerbelldetective]

By all accounts, Jerome could not be trusted. Sure, he knew about Sibuna, Rufus, and Victor, but according to Alfie, he had largely put that past him. If he noticed Alfie was sneaking off at night, he no longer paid any heed. He wasn't interested in whatever crazy shenanigans the crazy American upstairs and the bookworm next door were cooking up.

After another nerve-racking night in the tunnels, Nina and the other Sibuna girls quickly made their way upstairs, avoiding Victor seamlessly. Fabian and Alfe were, of course; right outside the kitchen, so it was relatively easy to avoid Victor. Alas, you had taken your sweet time, deciding on making tea to calm your nerves. Trudy kept a box of Sleepy Time tea in the cupboard for you, and if Victor caught you down here in the past, he was stern, but ultimately would send you up to your room with a warning and a reminder to drink it before bed instead of in the middle of the night. Not anymore. Victor hardly had sympathy to begin with, but ever since the exhibition started, Victor was all too quick to lay down punishments and a toothbrush. He was shorter in temperament than ever. And that is exactly why you ran into Jerome and Alfie's room when you heard Victor's door opening.

Alfie was fast asleep already, but Jerome's eyes shot open as you flew through their door, shutting it quietly despite your haste. He sat up, brows raised, before sitting on the edge of his bed.

"A little late for a visit," he quipped, voice laced with sleep. His blue eyes blinked slowly at you, waiting for an answer.

"I made some tea, and Victor's on the prowl."

He looked over to Alfie before slowly patting the bed beside him. Even in his waking state, he could see how shaken you were. You sat down next to him, his hand reaching for your thermos to sit on his nightstand.

Any scheme or remark in his mind vanished when you laid your head on his shoulder, breathing in the hint of vanilla he seemed to have. Your eyes fluttered shut, grateful that whatever it was you had with Jerome allowed for small kindness that he gave no one else.

30 minutes passed, your half-asleep mind reminding you that you couldn't sleep here. Jerome had shuffled a bit but was otherwise in the same half asleep stats as you.

"Victor's back in his office," he whispered. You answered with a yawn and possibly an affirming word. You picked your thermos up, the tea lukewarm by now, no doubt.

You stared at him for a moment before gently touching your lips to his forehead, backing away slowly.

"Good night, Jerome. Thank you." Your voice was soft, barely a whisper. The door opened quietly, and you disappeared into the hallway.

#td jerome clarke #house of anubis #jerome clarke x reader #td jerome #my hoa imagines

[disco-elysium-via-polls]

🎵 Martinaise, Terminal B

2. "I don't know, Kim, it just *feels* special."

KIM KITSURAGI - "It's a cargo container, detective. Just like all the others." He doesn't even look at it.

"We're not here to interact with containers -- we're here to get the body down from the tree."

Knock on the door.

Open the door.

Nothing more to do here for now. [Leave.]

CARGO CONTAINER DOOR - No reply.

PERCEPTION (HEARING) [Medium: Success] - The knock produces a hollow ring of metal. Doesn't sound like there's anything inside the container.

2. Open the door.

CARGO CONTAINER DOOR - You attempt to turn the handle, to no avail. The doors seem to be mechanically locked.

ESPRIT DE CORPS [Trivial: Success] - To your left, the lieutenant considers your actions -- with some puzzlement.

3. [Rhetoric - Impossible 18] Persuade the door to open.

+1 Erratic, yet thorough. +1 Been in the world for two days.

RHETORIC [Impossible: Failure] - Why are you even trying to open a door with rhetoric?

"Because getting physical wasn't an option!"

"Yeah, why *am* I?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "Why are you what?" The lieutenant looks startled.

"Anything at all."

"Never mind."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Now is not the time to get philosophical, detective. You can do that after hours."

4. Nothing more to do here for now. [Leave.]

The shipyard ahead is oddly quiet. The great machines are sleeping.

+1.10 real

This speaker tower is silent. There is no work to organise in the yard below.

The musk of oil and rust comes from the chasm in front of you. Smells like blood.

FALN "ULTRA" SERIES GLOVES

+1 Half Light: Unfiltered contact

For ultimate performance efficiency these FALN Ultra series gloves come fingerless and with a grippy padding covering the palms, making these ideal for quadrupedal movement – or for lifting cargo.

Not strictly better or worse than our gardening gloves, in terms of stats. I like Interfacing better so I keep the gardening gloves on.

Industrial sized thermos. Smells like burnt coffee.

+1.10 real

+1.41 real

The banner sags under the weight of rain and show: white waves on red.

EASY LEO - "Container, container, I'll turn you nice and red. Container, container, put the logos on..."

CONCEPTUALIZATION [Medium: Success] - The lyrics to this container-song are being made up as he goes along.

EASY LEO - "Container, container, used to be Wild Pines. Container, container now belongs to Evrart!" The tiny man is so engaged in his work he doesn't notice you.

"Hi!"

Do not interrupt the little man in his joyous activity. [Leave.]

EASY LEO - "Evrart, Evrart, Evrart, he looks after everyone. Huh... well, hey there!" He smiles. "How can I help you, mister?"

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - The look in his deep blue eyes is as sincere as you've ever seen. Kind of makes you feel like an asshole for no apparent reason.

EASY LEO - "I see you are not a Union man, mister. Did you get lost? You're not one of them scabs, are you?" A shadow passes over his kind face.

"What is it with you people and scabs?"

"Actually I am, yes."

It happened a very long time ago, but this is referring back to our conversation with Manana.

EASY LEO - "I mean, I don't personally mind, folks is just folks, you know -- and folks gotta eat..." He doesn't seem to be waiting for you to answer.

"Just, some of the other guys don't look too kindly on the scabbing-kind, if you know what I mean, mister."

"What are you doing with the containers?"

"Where is everyone? The harbour is empty."

"Do you work here?"

"Are you the Leo, who wrote the note to make more banners?"

"What's in that container over there?" (Point to the container suspended from the crane arm.)

"I'm looking for the leader of the Dockworker's Union."

"Okay, I'm off." [Leave.]

EASY LEO - "Oh I'm just making some covers for them containers here, yes I am, yes I am... So it's easier for the crane operators to spot them." He waves at the containers towering behind him.

[Logic - Medium 11] "What's going on here?" (Look at the mountain of containers rising behind him.)

"Sure. Let me ask you about something else?"

This check might be easier if we come back to it later, but...

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - The containers in the yard are green in Wild Pines livery and the mountain rising behind Leo is all red in Union colours.

CONCEPTUALIZATION [Easy: Success] - It's like some red infection was spreading outwards from the container yard's core.

PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Medium: Success] - There appear to be cisterns underneath the Union container covers.

"This looks like a massive redecorating operation, Kim."

"Leo, has anyone told you *why* you need to change the covers?"

"What is underneath these red covers?"

"Thanks, Leo. You've been very helpful!" (Conclude.)

KIM KITSURAGI - "Yes. They're hiding it from the inside. All the red containers have the Débardeurs' Union logo on them."

2. "Leo, has anyone told you *why* you need to change the covers?"

EASY LEO - "No, not really." He shrugs and continues merrily: "Mr. Evrart doesn't tell me all the big things. Says I go and tell them to everyone."

3. "What is underneath these red covers?"

EASY LEO - "Oh I don't know, mister. They say it's some *chee-mikals*. Most of them have labels on them I think."

4. "Thanks, Leo. You've been very helpful!" (Conclude.)

EASY LEO - "Oh no trouble at all, mister, noooo trouble at all," the little guy affirms merrily.

+5 XP

2. "Where is everyone? The harbour is empty."

EASY LEO - "Oh, most of the guys are down at the gates, keeping the scabs from coming in..." He leans in with a confidential look...

"We're on a *strike* -- the whole union is! You don't have to work when you're on strike. Ha -- we haven't worked for two months now."

KIM KITSURAGI - "So *no one* is working?"

EASY LEO - "Not everyone is down there of course," he chuckles, "Mr. Evrart is in his office, where he always is, and Jean-Luc is guarding the gate..." He pauses to think.

"...but Titus and his boys got into some drunken trouble and Evrart sent them on a nice vacation. For a week or so..." He stops -- but seems eager to tell you more.

"What kind of trouble did this... Titus and his friends get into?"

"Got it. But there were other things I needed to discuss..."

EASY LEO - "Oh... I'm not really supposed to talk about that. That's Union business." He smiles and leans closer.

"Him and his boys stirred something up in town. Probably drank too much and got into a fight or something… I heard Mr. Evrart telling them to take some time off…"

SUGGESTION [Easy: Success] - Don't go all *bad cop* on this simple friendly fellow.

"But what did they actually do?"

"Really? Did they kill someone?"

"I have another question."

EASY LEO - "I guess the boys got a bit too rowdy and had to let out some steam. I don't really know the details. That's just how boys are you know..." Another chuckle. "I haven't been in a fight since I was in middle-school..."

+5 XP

KIM KITSURAGI - "Easy, Leo, let's keep this on the Hardies." He looks to you for assistance.

#disco elysium #kim kitsuragi #easy leo

[beefcliff]

at this state of climate change, do you support your local eco terrorists

I damn the "terrorists" "changing" the "climate" of my "room".... By touching that damn thermo-stat!! god damn!!

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

“Technocracy Will Rebuild World,” Vancouver Sun. December 10, 1932. Page 1 & 2. --- 4-HOUR DAY; 4-Day Week; 660 HRS. A YEAR ---- SOCIAL CHANGES URGENT ---- NORTH AMERICA'S GREAT CHANCE --- MORE AMAZING REVELATIONS OF 'THE DAWN OF A NEW ERA' ==== Technocracy declares that North America is equipped today to lead the world into a new era.  

"Where man for the first time in his progression from the jungle is the conqueror in the battle for leisure." 

Here are its sweeping and tremendous conclusions, as told by Wayne W. Parrish, writing in Alfred E. Smith's magazine, New Outlook. 

"Man, in his age-long struggle for leisure and the elimination of toil, has finally arrived at that position where, for the first time, this goal is not only possible, but probable. 

"With what is known of technology today in this country, it is now necessary for the adult population, ages 25 to 45, to work but 660 hours per year per individual to produce a standard of living for the entire population ten timer above the average income of 1929."

The downward decline since the fall of 1929 has never once abated, and Technocracy has predicted in no uncertain terms the greatest social wreck of all time unless this decline is halted, or controlled. It is simply the example of an ox-cart driver attempting to pilot an airplane. There is little time to learn to use the controls to avert a crash.

This is no plea for 'social justice,' no scheme for a Utopian realization of the humble rights of all men. It is a necessity. For the first time, in history, as a result of the technological advance we have achieved an economy of plenty in the midst of a hodge-podge of debt and unemployment.  The plain fact is that the machine and men cannot both work on a rarity basis any longer. The machine has pushed man out of work. There isn't room for him any more. Instead of being a cause for remorse this should he the most joyful proclamation in history. Let the machine do man's work for him. Let him have leisure. Of course the entire social structure must be changed. Why not?  But again, it is not a matter of choice. Technology has brought our present system to its doom. There is no way out except by fundamental revision. 

Certain it is that the impact of technology on our price system has proved the futility in the future of stocks, bonds, savings, equities, mortgages and all concomitants of our past system. 

This is no mere "business cycle." Technocracy maintains that America is at the close of an era, and the actual ending is dependent only upon the length of time artificial stimulants can be injected. At the best, the time is short. The day of reckoning is growing nearer every week. 

While employment has been decreasing the U. S. has increased its debt load to above $218,000,000,000 by shoving present responsibilities off to the future. 

Technocracy (energy survey of North. America) is an integration of physics, chemistry, geology, geophysics, thermo-dynamics, zoology, biophysics, biology and physiology. 

At the present downward rate we will have 25,000,000 unemployed by 1934.

Technocracy's yardstick, applied to North America, reveals that communism, facism, socialism and other political systems are entirely inadequate to cope with the needs of a new state of civilization.

WHERE IT BEGAN Technocracy began in 1918 with the study by a group of engineers of the advance in machine production during the war. Technocracy foresaw the present unemployment of 14,-000,000 in North America, and foresaw the depression which would accentuate unemployment. 

Technocracy began as a study, but it has become "the logical expression for a technological energy state." 

It has, says Parrish, earned its place in the history of the human race along with democracy and autocracy. Here in broad terms is the definition: 

AUTOCRACY Rule by the individual. DEMOCRACY Rule by the people. TECHNOCRACY Rule by skill or science. It is a tremendous picture Parrish draws. And here are some of the arresting statements in his dynamic and stirring story of "the end of an era." 

Here, in the words of Parrish, is how the machine, "the really big technological mechanism that makes entire industries automatic, has changed the whole face of the social complex. 

It has now made possible, and necessary, the elimination of much of man's toil.

It has made invalid every old social, political and economic postulate now in use. 

It has rendered political systems useless. 

It has sounded the death knell of old methods of exchange. 

It has shelved permanently the necessity for private enterprise and savings. 

It has made sterile the moral concepts of the virtue of labor. 

By the pervasive force in changing man's whole outlook upon life, it has opened the way for the greatest release of the no-called human values in history,

It has provided the way for the elimination of individual greed and the enjoyment of leisure by everyone.

Today, says Parrish, the members if Technocracy number 350 and are located in all parts of the world. Only during the last month, the number of otherwise unemployed draughtsmen -and engineers who are doing the research and plotting hundreds of charts has been raised from thirty-six to one hundred. 

They are being paid by the Architects' Emergency Relief Committee of New York, and are housed at Columbia by Professor Walter Rautenstrach, who is a member of Technocracy. 

INTO THE NEW ERA Man will, as usual, have to adjust himself to the new era, he cannot refute it for long, argues Parrish. 

At no previous time, on no other continent, has there existed such a peculiar complex of energy and natural resources as exist on the North American continent. In the words of Howard Scott: 

"It is the only continental area of the world's surface manned, equipped and ready to move civilization into the new era where man for the first time in his progression from weakness to conqueror in the battle for leisure.' 

"This is no plea for "social justice," no scheme for Utopian realization of the humble rights of all men. It is a necessity.

"For the first time in history as a result of the technological advance we have achieved an economy of plenty in the midst of a hodgepodge of debt and unemployment. 

"The plain fact is that the machine and men cannot both work on a parity basis any longer. The machine has pushed men out of work. There isn’t room for him any more. Instead of being a cause for remorse this should be the most joyful proclamation in history. Let the machine do man's work for him. Let him have leisure. Of course the entire social structure must be changed. Why not? 

"But again, it is not a matter of choice. Technocracy has brought our present system to its doom. There is no way out except by fundamental revision. 

WHY NORTH AMERICA LEADS Then, in a swift survey of the world, Parrish tells why he regards North America as the continent to lead the world out of the old and into the new. And he emphasizes that he speaks of. North America in an economic sense, with no Canada and U. S. boundary involved. He says: 

"Russia, with its much-vaunted Communism, is but a slight variation of the American price system when placed under an exacting light. With 92% of its population tillers of the soil, with meagre technical facilities and "more musicians than technologists," as Mr. Scott expresses it, Russia found itself in the position of being compelled to inaugurate an industrial era under a Communistic price system of production with insufficiently developed energy resources and inadequate personnel." 

'VALIANT BATTLE' "From the viewpoint of Technocracy, England is fighting a valiant but losing battle. Among the futile gestures which probably will be made will be complete, abandonment of monetary currency and current banking credit, and stringent preferential tariffs and purchasing agreements to lessen the disparity which exists in its international balance of world trade."

"Fascist Italy is in much the same situation. It possesses insufficient water power and almost no Iron, copper, coal, oil and gas, but is offering bonuses to further increase its already dangerous population overload.

"Fascism –“ a last ditch defense of a price system against the oncoming army ef social change," is only able to maintain itself temporarily in Italy by the importations of foreign materials and energy resources for which it is still able to pay. 

"Of other nations or continents little needs to be said. Asia is hopeless as far as a high energy civilization is concerned. There aren't the resources available. You can't take more coal out of the ground than is actually there. 

"Australia has very few resources. It has almost no opportunity for further development. 

"South America is greatly lacking in many essential resources. 

"If all Europe were combined into one unified energy state, a high standard of living could be obtained for all the peoples there, but language and nationalism, present almost insurmountable barriers at present.” 

"Japan has attempted to operate a highly mechanized society under great handicaps. With limited resources and a high population density, she is reaching out to Manchuria for aid, but there is little there to help her. LONG LIFE PRODUCTS Here are some things Parrish cites as the potential products of technology, which show the necessity of control: 

Razor blades which would last a lifetime... 

Ramie plant which would outwear and outserve wool or cotton. 

An automobile that would go 300,000 miles without an overhaul. 

Shoes that would wear two and a half years without repair. 

"If the comparatively new fibrous nettle plant, ramie, is introduced to industry (and eventually it will be) the entire wood pulp, silk, wool and cotton industries would be very seriously affected. “Ramie has a 22-inch fibre, can be raised 1,500 pounds to the acre (compared to 450 pounds of cotton) and two or three crops can be obtained in a year in the southern states. There is no problem of pick ng, since it can be cut and bound with a thresher. 

"If made into two suits, it wears seven times as well as wool, and several hundred times better than cotton. It has the advantageous property of being stronger when wet than dry. It can be made into paper cheaper than wood pulp and the paper can't be torn by the human hand. It has a lustre similar to silk and linen, can be woven with silk and rayon or wool and cotton, and takes dyes beautifully." 

"The technologist is able to produce an automobile that would really be of service. Designs are all complete for a machine that would have a Hickman or a boat-type bottom. Individual wheel suspension, exposed steel parts that would not rust, frictionless bearings throughout, and would have an average life of 300,000 to 350,000 miles without a general overhauling." 

SHOES  2/12 YEARS "Shoes? It's the same story over again. The technologists can produce leather today that is waterproof and has a wearing quality that would make an average pair of shoes wear two and a half years. But our shoe industry, running way under capacity as it is, could supply the nation with a ten years' supply of these shoes within a period of eight or ten months. Believe it or not, the shoe industry has a capacity of 900,000,000 shoes per year. Where is the market?" 

MANLESS MACHINES And his answer to public works, such as highways, to provide work: 

"A machine Is already developed and waiting for a public works market that, with two men operating It per shift, or six men for each twenty-four hours, can tear up an old road or street, lay foundations for pavement, and put on the pavement sixty-feet wide, at the rate of eight miles a day!" 

"Keep such developments out? It is impossible under the price system, for a primary requisite of a price system is that production costs be cut, and more efficient machinery. Is the best way to cut costs. 

"A factory for the production of rayon yarn is nearing completion in New Jersey. Its operation is entirely mechanical and production can be carried on without a single worker in the plant. By means of photo-electric cells it will be possible for an official In New York to change dyes without leaving his desk and without human assistance at the plant. 

"The technological advance of thirty years has now made. It possible for a man to eliminate much of his toil. In doing so it has doomed the entrepreneur and the entire system of selling for price.

"Egypt Assyria, Greece, and Rome led the world in their days. "The past is thick with Empires dust." A new continent is able to take its position in the leadership of the civilization of tomorrow. "Technocracy poses that question."

What Technocracy Means Technocracy has literally burst upon the world. It is the rule of skill or science, the fixing of a higher plane of living, made possible by technology and the machine. 

Boys and girls, with their life ahead of them, will read it with an absorbing Interest. It is their hope. 

Men and women will see it as the outcome of the condition which they helped to create, and to which the world can now fit itself. 

Thousands of copies have been distributed, in compact form, of previous interpretative articles and editorials from The Vancouver Sun on Technocracy. Thousands more have been minted and are available at The Sun Office for all who wish them. Editor. 

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[bettercostume]

i reread ur neymessi space AU probably 10 times a month and i’m so serious it’s so perfect i love it sm

thank youuuu i am plowing through trying to finish the main story but here's a treat lol:

“Can someone please explain the point of this, again,” Neymar says. He’s surly, antibacterial slime from the tank still dripping from the ends of his dark curls. 

“The Last Hope of the Americas would like to lodge a complaint,” Geri says, “He thought being a point member of an elite squadron meant all the pussy he could ask for, not the torture of being entrusted with lightspeed accelerated alien technology."

"You an Leo are out here tooling around in Lambo 4440s and we're stuck on bikes,” Luis says.  Leo supposes this is an accurate assessment; only he and Ney have ships that are part of them, wired into their brains and being.

“Yeah, yeah,” Neymar says. “That doesn’t mean I like bathing in this shit every day. I mean, I thought wetware was illegal.”

“Where, earth?” Rafinha laughs from the showers.  

“Hey, no more mission debriefs,” Geri says, toweling his head off. “You should be happy, I’ve seen you doze off in enough of them.” 

“I’d rather be flying,” Neymar says, and Leo turns away before Ney can catch his eye. The way they’ve been looking at each other recently feels like the ramp-up to a fight. Or something. Leo feels strange all over, when he’s caught in Neymar’s gaze. 

He showers quickly, sloughing off the ooze from the training tank. It’s a cell-rich slime that contains genetic information from their ships.v It's supposed to allow the two of them to focus their mental power on the program.

Everyone says he’s the best at it, but he has his doubts. Ramos started the rumor that his long-term treatment with the neuro implant is a cover, that he has some kind of extra xenomorphic advantage.  

The truth is, lately, Leo has trouble revisiting his training memory. It’s a simple one implanted when he was ten. He easily sets the necessary time points, but then something goes awry. Instead of going back to his childhood interview with Pep, he returns to these showers. Neymar usually is one down, his coconut conditioner and the various oils he uses to keep his hair healthy in the dead air of the station creating a pleasant cloud of scent. If he looks to his right, he’ll see Neymar soaping up. Neymar will ask him something and he’ll look over and his skin will be wet and his face will be beautiful and then someone clangs on the tank and pops the connection to reset it, making Leo’s head ring. 

He’s supposed to go for a debrief with Pep. He gets the feeling that the conversations he has with Ops are different from the others. Pep came to visit him after the first treatment in lieu of his parents, with a package of retro-flavored jelly that Leo thought no one knew he liked. It had mattered. Back when he was still expecting weekly messages from his folks, back when he’d thought homecoming was a when, not an if. 

But the thought of sitting in Pep’s office and hearing him say, it's not like you to lose focus, Leo; I know this isn’t the best of you, is interminable. He pauses in the bustling vee that splits command from the service quarters. For some reason he can’t bear it, the trip up the levels between him and Pep’s quiet consideration. So he does something he’s never done before: he skips.

They have one rec room for their squadron, a big open space with a conversation pit, holo table, and privacy booths for calls home or movies or gaming. Leo gets a tablet and tries to avoid as many people as possible and hones in on the booth at the farthest end of the room, behind the lemon trees that Xavi is trying to cultivate. He sets up his mate and his thermos and adjusts the chair and the headset, as usual. He has two hours before lights out. He pushes his hair behind his ears and presses BEGIN.

The sim he likes is the basic, no-frills mission challenge. He usually prefers computer challenges, sensorless or with engine failure, but his weekly stat check revealed a player named Joker was doing as good as he was, so they’ve been PVP battling in their free time, dogfights so intense that he sweats through his shirt. 

Joker is there, waiting, and without wasting any time he blasts past him, battering his ship with gravity waves. 

“Show off,” Leo mutters, and executes a dive toward the planet below and its needlepoint mountains. 

It takes what feels like hours but finally, the target lock noise sounds: he’s caught Joker in a blind corner. He smiles and pulls the trigger. 

He hears a string of Portuguese curses just as Joker explodes. Leo pops off his headset and listens closely. It’s coming from the cube next to him.

Curiosity getting the better of him, Leo stands on his chair and looks over the privacy wall. There, legs splayed on the table and gesticulating at the screen where his ship is smoking, is Neymar.

“Neymar?” Leo says.

Neymar whips around and tries to bring his feet down from the table at the same time. His controller goes sprawling, and his chair almost tips over. When he rights himself, he looks guilty. 

“Uh, yeah,” he says, and laughs nervously. Leo hangs further over the side of the partition, hair falling into his face.

“You little fucker,” he says, grinning. “I thought you were DiMaria from Group P.” 

“Come on, I have more style,” Neymar says.

“I even bitched him out over internal comms last week for the back-brake maneuver you pulled,” Leo says. “Shit.”

Neymar still looks a little guilty, fidgety. 

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Leo asks.

Neymar shrugs. 

“Didn’t want to make it weird,” he says. 

Neymar is the least weird person Leo has ever met, effortlessly popular and easy to talk to. People gather around him in the cafeteria, jog to catch up to him in the walkway, his laugh pealing through any quiet room. In contrast, Cesc used to just tell people that Leo was mute, back when they were in the same squad. It’s not that he didn’t like people, or like talking, it was just that he could never figure out how to make it happen naturally. 

Natural progression, though, as his youth spent in hyperbaric chambers and injecting modified GH into his spine had taught him, was overrated.

“Do you want to get dinner?” Leo asks him. 

Neymar hides a smile in his hand and yawns. 

“Sure,” he says, stretching, faux casual. His hair flickers pink. “Let’s hit it.”

#neymessi space au #basically they're like. fighter pilots who use battle plans hidden in their long-term memories #as their alien enemies can read minds based on certain telelogical measurements

[tomorrowillbeyou]

hello I used to teach intro thermo for a living and I have some thoughts on that equation you posted. my primary thought is that it is a bit misleading. while those both the paragraph and the equation are correct, generally we don't introduce them together like that bc they dont exactly map together directly. however they can be linked as follows:

dq (heat transfer to the system, i.e. are you heating or cooling the system?): this is a measure of the change MICROscopic kinetic energy of the system as "temperature" in thermo is a measure of average the kinetic energy of the molecules in the system (and behaves in some very subtle ways that they don't tell you about until you get to statistical mechanics and then everything you think you knew falls apart its a good time)

du (internal energy of the system i.e. how are the molecules storing all the energy you are putting into the system): this is a measure of the change in MICROscopic internal energy of the molecules. is this potential or kinetic energy? well again you kind of need stat mech to fully explain that one but you can think of it as potential. it's really a measure of 'stored' energy, which include things like bond potential and electron excitement levels.

dw (work done on the system i.e. are you moving the air around? squeezing it? is it flowing?) this is the catch-all for changes in MACROscopic energy. anything you do to the system (or it does to its surroundings) that is NOT heat transfer is counted here. so things like moving pistons, flowing through nozzles, pressure changes, etc. generally, this is pretty straightforward, the only time this gets a little strange is when electric charge or magnetic fields get involved bc that can be either work or internal energy, depends on the chemical makeup of the fluid. but if you have fluid/electron interactions you generally have a plasma and then everything gets substantially more complicated

sorry this is long I got excited. hope this helps!

HI JUST GOT HOME TO THIS THANK YOU SOOOOO MUCH GENUINELY i love you soo much for this my lecturer is confusing as fuck and this is like so clear ily 😭😭 and dont apologise for getting excited we are on the getting excited website.