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El muchacho de los ojos tristes but it’s just Izzy crying when he thinks Stede and Ed are having sex
you are making me wish so fucking bad i knew the first thing about video editing. ofmd editors hear us now
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Jimmy, Timmy, Danny, Manny, Jenny, and Dib.
With Dib being on the "bad" side in Globs of Doom, I think he'd have a hard time fitting in with the rest of them.
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ID: Page 1 of a comic featuring Nicktoons characters. Panel 1: Dib Membrane from Invader Zim looks down at a weird device. He is wearing his usual outfit and has dumb hair. Dib says, “Hey Timmy, did you get the energy readings I sent?” Panel 2: Timmy Turner from Fairly Oddparents looks up from a phone while leaning casually on a giant green cartoon hammer in a suburban street. He is wearing a pink hoodie, scuffed jeans, and a backwards hat over a mullet. Timmy says, “Uh. No? What do you expect me to do with them?” Panel 3: Dib and Timmy talk to each other. Dib says, vaguely put off, “What? No, not you, the techie kid with the stupid hair.” Timmy points at him, saying, “Oh, you mean Jimmy!” Panel 4: Timmy looks over his shoulder at Jimmy Neutron and says, “And look who it is! None other than Mr. Chocolate soft-serve himself!” Jimmy is wearing glasses and a red turtleneck under a lab coat and holds a similarly high-tech device to Dib’s. He looks at Timmy, unimpressed, and says, “Can we stop making fun of my hair?” Timmy replies, “Nope!” Panel 5: Jimmy sighs and rubs his face, saying, “Okay, what do you need.”
ID: Page 2 of a comic. Panel 1: Timmy elbows Jimmy playfully and says, “Eh, I dunno. But get this– Dib still doesn’t know our names!” Jimmy looks at Timmy, interested. Dib angrily shouts, “Wh- it’s not my fault your names all sound alike!” Panel 2: Jimmy shrugs and looks at Timmy, saying, “Well, he does have a point.” Timmy looks unimpressed. Panel 3: A close-up of Jimmy saying, “Statistically speaking, it’s much easier for the human brain to distinguish between highly contrasting elements. (I. Brigg, 1978)” Panel 4: A zoomed-out shot of Jimmy, Timmy, and Dib in the street. Jenny Wakeman from My Life as a Teenage Robot is floating down to join them. Jimmy says, “You can’t really blame him when our names are so similar,” with his hands spread diplomatically. Timmy looks incredibly unimpressed. Dib arrogantly says, “Yeah, you all need to get better names.” Panel 5: Jenny appears next to Dib and says, “I am not changing my name.” She looks similarly to her appearance in the show, but has a ponytail and side bangs instead of twin pigtails and is wearing a contrasting maroon vest. Dib is startled and drops his device.
ID: Page 3 of a comic. Panel 1: Jenny appeals to Jimmy, saying, “Anyway, there are other ways to quickly memorize information. Like patterns!” Jimmy looks up with a hand over his mouth, thinking, and says, “Right!” The background is a red and yellow striped pattern. Panel 2: Jenny stands, confident, in front of Timmy and Dib. She says, “Plus, our names already form a recognizable pattern!” Timmy side-eyes Dib, who stares at Jenny, annoyed and confused. Panels 3-5: Jenny starts listing off the members of their group. Panel 3 shows Jimmy and Timmy, looking at each other and smiling. Jenny says, “There’s Jimmy and Timmy,” accenting the last parts of their names. Panel 4 shows Manny Rivera from El Tigre and Danny Phantom. Manny, in his El Tigre outfit, crouches on an awning in the background while Danny, in ghost form, approaches and asks, “Uh… what are we talking about?” Jenny continues, saying, “Danny and Manny,” once again stressing their names. Panel 5 features Jenny, waving a hand in the air while finishing her list, saying “-and Jenny works with that pattern too!” Panel 6: a group shot featuring all of the characters mentioned. Manny leaps down from the left. Danny stands somewhat in the foreground, looking at Jimmy. Timmy stands in the back, looking at Jimmy while thinking. Jimmy and Jenny stand in the middle, continuing their discussion. Jimmy says, “So you’re saying, if anything, Dib should change his name!” Jenny says, “Exactly!” Dib, in the foreground, objects, saying, “W- hang on-“
ID: Page 4 of a comic. Panel 1: Dib holds his hands up in protest, sweating, and says, “I just meant you should- -y’know, give me some slack w-“ Panel 2: Dib is interrupted by a mischievous Timmy, who elbows in and says, “Hey, what do you think about changing your name to Denny?” Dib looks confused. Panel 3: Manny enters from the other side, scratching his chin and grinning. He says, “I dunno, Timmy. He looks more like a Benny to me.” Panel 4: Danny butts in, holding a finger and looking down at Timmy. He says, “Cut it out you two!” Timmy and Manny look confused. Dib looks relieved. Panel 5: Danny finishes his thought, saying “Besides, this guy’s totally a Kenny.” Timmy and Manny both crack up, while Dib looks royally ticked off. He stares straight ahead and says, “That’s it! I’m going back to the syndicate!” Panel 6: A far-out shot of all 6 of the kids. Dib is storming away, angry. Jimmy and Danny follow after him, Jimmy worried and Danny apologetic. Timmy and Manny continue to laugh between themselves while Jenny stands over them and scolds them. (End.)
#lmk what you think#i spent. so fucking long on this#hyperfixation ACTIVATE and all that#anyway#my art#digital art#comic#nicktoons unite#nicktoons#nickelodeon#invader zim#dib membrane#fairly oddparents#timmy turner#jimmy neutron#my life as a teenage robot#jenny wakeman#danny phantom#danny fenton#el tigre#manny rivera#crossover#i decided what im gonna do with spongebob. hes got a 9 to 5 hes just hanging out in his dimension#...still have no clue how im going to draw him though.#also DO I DO A SEQUEL OR NOT. I HAVE AN IDEA FOR ONE.
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Normal Peter B Parker x WMMA Fighter!Spider-Woman!Reader AU
AU blurb. // idk that the word count is because I just wrote this on here.// Masterlist
I write with black women in mind but of course it’s for every woman.
I have a soft spot for Peter B. Parker, and this has been running around in my mind for a while. I just needed to get some of it out. Desperately.
So in a world obsessed with Miguel, here’s a little Peter B. I’m equally obsessed. Peter just wins in my brain.
Warning: indirect self harm. ( not eating or taking care of one’s person), mention of blood. Allusion to violence. Minor depression episode.( nothing too major or bad, but slightly possible to be triggering.
A Universe where he isn’t the hero and you are!
Your name is NOT MJ!
You’ve been Spider Woman for a good 7 years.
You’ve gotten the hang of saving people and keeping your identity secret. You’ve worked with the Avengers ONCE!
And you never want to do it again.
They were nice and all, but someone’s been spreading a particular rumor ever since, and you are not to happy about it. You refuse to even talk about, least the press run with it and claim it’s true.
You’ve been fighting more crime than you ever had in your entire career.
But what sucks most is you don’t get to set time aside from your normal life and your life as Spider Woman to see PB Parker.
He was your everything.
Which is almost embarrassing to admit because he doesn’t even know what you look like.
HE DOESN’T EVEN KNOW YOUR NAME!
But that doesn’t stop you from seeing him.
Lord knows, you’ve saved his life more than enough times.
The first time you ever saved his life was when he was working for a particular scientist in a particular lab.
Neither of you were aware of the secret illegal lab underneath the main lab.
After some unrelated investigating before you had even met. Your super smart play cousin who hooked you up with your spider suit and other techy stuff, was the one who told you to look into this lab. Faking as a journalist you snoop around only to befriend Dr. Octavius’ number one man. Dr Peter B. Parker
He talked, ALOT.
And you liked to listen.
A few bad guys and one giant explosion later, he was in your arms as you swung around the city.
It was not the first or the last time.
“Do you hold every citizen like this after you save them?” You held the side of his face before brushing a hand through his hair, “Only the special ones.”
It was like that between you two for a while.
Three months to be exact.
“I saw you on the news this morning! The way you swooped down and around was insane!” You smiled. Taking a sip of coffee.
Meeting at what used to be his favorite coffee shop was becoming a favorite of yours. It had a fancy star and everything.
“I’ve always wanted to eat in a place like this when I was young.” His big brown eyes would droop for a moment. Watering just a tad before he’d smile again like nothing was happening. As if there were no sad memories running around in his head.
“And with a fancy scientist salary, now I can!”
All the fancy places he liked to eat, the food trucks on random corners, the restaurant only certain people new about, he’d bring you food from them all.
He had a nice studio apartment. A sizable living room and kitchen, a small stairway that led up to a bed that hanged over it all. Nothing too fancy, but it was evident how well off he was.
After every other long night of crime fighting, you’d swing by his balcony, hoping to see him there.
He would always bring you food, always knowing you skipped a meek or two, but outside of that. It was always about the chance to see each other, to talk to each other, and you would raise your mask, just right above your nose, and you would eat. You would talk.
He would tell you about Aunt May or his uncle.
You would tell him about your mom. How you don’t know much about your dad. The life you had with your cousin and her parents. The boxing matches and fighter you adored.
But only so much. Not enough to give you away. Only so much until your heart ached and you couldn’t say anything else.
He asked about your suit and was very disappointed in its jersey moisture wicking cotton blend material. He was even sadder when you told him it was very replaceable because of its nature to rip apart or catch fire or unravel altogether.
“You need to let me make you something.” He would fuss. “Something that could actually keep you safe.”
“Something that will last!”
You would only laugh in response.
“I’ll hold you too that.”
But one day you came to him covered in blood and bruises.
“Spider Woman?”
You laughed.
It was a dry, hoarse, and wretched sound that muddied the joy you felt. You had only wanted to see him.
You reached to touch his cheek. To wipe away the tears from his big brown eyes and let him know you’d be alright.
But you winced, and it filled him with even more fear.
“Don’t move.” His voice was firm, but full with emotion.
You needed to save him from his worry. You thought.
“PB.” You muttered weakly.
“You need to go to the hospital.” He smiled through his tears and you were glad. However, tears were now filling your eyes. You could only blink away so many. The mask covering your face was making it hard to see.
“I can’t do that, Peter. You know I can’t do that.”
“Call an avenger or something! I’m not leaving until you do!”
You reached for his face, and he bent down, meeting you half way so you wouldn’t have to raise your arm so high.
The blood from your hand smeared his stubble, your thumb leaving a ghastly trail from his chin to his cheek.
You put your hand down in shame.
This isn’t what you wanted.
You couldn’t do this to him. You refused to ever put him through this.
You mustered ever once of remaining strength in your body to stand.
Peter chiding and scolded you with every movement.
“W-what what are you doing? Sit back down! You were gonna call someone.”
He followed you to the ledge. Pleasing and pleading in your ear.
You hugged him.
You ignored how your blood that stained his clothes. How his body on your made your every pore on your skin scream. You stayed there until he stopped shaking. Until his voice was horse and dry from yelling and crying over you.
Then you pulled back, cupping both sides of his face in your hands.
“Peter,” he placed both hands over yours, squeezing as tight as he could, “I’m sorry.”
And you jumped.
It wasn’t the time you two saw each other.
Lord knows that would have killed you both if it didn’t drive either of you insane first.
If his life was ever in danger, you swore you could feel it just as any other sense of danger you could get.
You could taste it in the air.
While that part of your relationship didn’t change, the time you spent with each other after each save surely did.
“Are you alright. . .sir?” You gently placed him on the ground. The crowd of people around you screaming and clapping.
“Yeah. . .thank you.” He looked up at you. His big brown eyes, pulled at something in your chest.
He had already been declaimed safe and sound. Feet firmly on the ground. No crazy green villains trying to steal his current research.
But his hands still held your waist, and you still had your hand on his side.
It wasn’t long before you were doubting your feelings.
Does one bad day ruin a relationship? Could it work? Did you need to do the unthinkable and tell him everything?
You couldn’t eat right. You didn’t get enough sleep. So you worked all day at your regular job, and you spent every waking moment of the night fighting crime.
Your run of the mill bad guys were looking worse and worse at the end of a fight. Your fists getting a little more bloody each time. They stayed cut up and bruised, but luckily your skin color hid those, and you could just tell people you fell on the sidewalk to explain the cuts.
Your body was giving out but you chugged caffeine, ate your protein, at least when your stomach ached until you were dry heaving on the floor, and you took a pain pill, and then you would move on.
But then the incident happened.
A giant monster. It’s was pink, purple, white, and gross.
You had never seen anything like it before.
Not even with the Avengers.
You didn’t do stuff like this in your part of the city.
You handle street thugs. You dismantle the occasional nefarious schemes and plots of drug dealers. You fight wanna be Scarface’s.
But then they showed up.
A pregnant Spider-Woman on a bike, and two. . Spider-guys?. . . Spider-Men? . . . Spider-Man?
That didn’t even sound right.
One was tall and the other the straight up biggest man you had ever encountered this close. Muscly wise.
Why the fuck does a Spider-Guy need to be that big?
“I need your help! This things been going at it for three hours!”
“We know.” The big one deadpanned. “That’s why we’re here.”
“Don’t mind him,” the other Spider-Woman chided. “He stays trippin.”
“He looks like it.”
“We can stay here and chat while your city burns to the ground or we could actually do something.”
You both rolled your eyes.
A giant hole erupted from the ground.
“What the fuck is that!”
“If we take care of this monster, you won’t have to worry about that!” The other Spider-Man added.
“Well what are we waiting for?”
You jumped down, and they all followed you.
It took much less time with a team.
However, you were running out of gas.
After being slammed three feet into the ground by it’s tail, and taking a head shot that flung you into and out of a High-Rise.
You were done.
“Spider-Woman?”
You were on a bed. It was your bed.
A large hand was tapping you gently on your shoulder. The other cupping your face. It brushed your hair away from your forehead before resting a thumb on your cheek, dancing back and forth under your eye.
You mask was off!
How—
“Please tell me your not dead?”
“No?” You croaked.
He laughed.
The sound was so warm and familiar. It couldn’t be. There was no way. Why would he be here? How? Who brought him here?
He’s seen your face!
You opened your eyes, fast.
“PB!”
The light in the room made you wince.
“Uh, I haven’t heard that one before. Can’t say it’s a favorite, but I don’t really mind it either.”
But it was him. And he was wearing a Spider suit.
“What are you wearing? Why are you here?” You sat up, and tried to get out the bed, but the effort to swing your legs around was quite difficult.
“Well it’s safe to confirm she does not have a concussion.” Jessica chided.
“I know we left things pretty open ended, but PB. . . This isn’t the answer.”
“Uhhm. . . I’m not PB. But I do. . . Believe you.” You watched his hands raise to his chest in an effort to calm you down somehow by keeping them in the air as if you were some startled dog on the street.
“PB, nock it the fuck off! This isn’t funny!”
“He’s not your. . . PB.” The other Spider-Man took his mask off and revealed a tired scowl. “This is Peter B Parker from another universe. A universe where he IS Spider-Man and you don’t exsist.”
What the fuck?
#Spider-Man#across the spiderverse#into the spiderverse#spiderverse#spiderverse au#peter b parker#Jake Johnson#peter b parker x reader#peter b Parker x black reader#jake johnson x black reader#jake johnson x reader
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The Warners' Pokémon Teams
Dot's Team :
Shaymin - Dot's Partner Pokémon; Not only is Shaymin adorable, but Dot's often associated with flowers (her flower bow, she's often put in a flowery field when she's being extra cute, in the bedtime story from Wakko's Wish she came out of a flower, etc). I'm sure she'd love this Pokémon!
Cutiefly - Literally just because "cutie" is in the name lol.
Zorua - It uses illusions to change its form so it can trick its foes and protect itself, sort of like how Dot uses her cuteness.
Tinkaton - Little pink girl + Giant hammer = There is no way Dot WOULDN'T have this one
Glameow - Dot has shown cat-like qualities before (she chose to first act like a cat in the "What Are We?" song, but also her hair kinda resembles cat ears), and seems to like cats in general, if "Fear and Laughter in Burbank" and "23 and WB" are anything to go by. Plus, doesn't Glameow sort of look like Rita?
Araquanid - Dot has pet spiders and a literal monster as a pet so I could see her owning one of these. Also, I'd say Pokémon like Shaymin or Cutiefly represent her cute side, and Araquanid represents Dot's tough side.
Yakko's Team :
Chatot - Yakko's Partner Pokémon; The Pokédex calls it the "Music Note Pokémon", and it mimics human speech. Given its name it's probably very chatty, like Yakko.
Primarina - Again, to quote the Pokédex, "Its singing voice is its chief weapon in battle" and "To Primarina, every battle is a stage". That fits Yakko to a tee.
Mr. Rime - The Pokédex literally calls it the "Comedian Pokémon", which fits Yakko since he and his sibs are comedians but he in particular has mentioned wanting to do and has done stand up comedy a couple times. Plus, Mr. Rime tap dances!
Slowking - This Pokémon is intelligent, which fits Yakko because he's the brains of the group. It's also a reference to "King Yakko".
Scorbunny - Represents Yakko's bunny-like qualities (long ears, chose to first act like a bunny in the "What Are We?" song, being partially influenced by Bugs Bunny, etc).
Cosmog - Represents Yakko's interest in astronomy, given he's sung three different songs about space.
Wakko's Team :
Dachsbun - Wakko's Partner Pokémon; Wakko acts like a dog all the time, plus it's a dog MADE OF BREAD. Wakko would try to catch all the food Pokémon for sure (and hopefully not eat them...)
Appletun - Again, it's food-based.
Delibird - It is known to carry food all day long, and its tail (yes, that's it's tail) is reminiscent of Wakko's gag bag.
Lickilicky - Reference to how Wakko usually has his tongue hanging out.
Rotom - Represents Wakko's more techy side (making gizmos, "fixing" the garage remote, playing video games, etc). It can control electric devices to make mischief and wreak havoc, which fits Wakko pretty well.
Jirachi - A reference to "Wakko's Wish"; it can grant wishes which is why the Pokédex calls it the "Wish Pokémon". The yellow structure on its head has three points that are meant to resemble the top of a star, and the two yellow streamers that flow from Jirachi's back resemble comet tails, so Jirachi is literally a living shooting/wishing star.
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I just realised I ended up giving each Warner a Mythical/Legendary Pokémon...actually that's pretty in-character for them honestly.
#animaniacs#pokémon#yakko wakko and dot#dot warner#yakko warner#wakko warner#the warner brothers#the warner sister#the warner siblings#pokémon team
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saw one of the transformers movies last night so im a little bit in that brain space
do yall think cybertronians could be on alternia? they seem to be a very techy-planet, even without the cars and stuff-- and theres even cybertronians who can turn into animals and such
what if a troll was just raised by a giant robot lmao? like what if theres some autobots there initially for energon resources but then they kinda stuck around to try and help trolls with their rebellion for peace, but not everyone knows this? just a lil local secret of sorts
but then like what about the decepticons? would they side with the empress? would they pretend to side with the empress only for a later betrayal when they secure their power over all of the troll-conquered planets? like thats sneaky imo, forming an alliance just to cut-throat them for power.
depending on how you view the continuity and timeline (or if you dont its pretty open at this point) Maximals and Predacons could be here too
i mean we have some fantroll blogs with invader zim ocs and blogs with their own made up alien species, transformers wouldnt be too far out i think and it would be really fun
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WIP, on Wednesday
A while ago I've started a painful 3 Chapters fic about the misfortunes of my nomad V, Ivy Ag Salla, I’ve published one chapter and since then I’ve been struggling with the two last ones even if I practically have the story all written and closed in my little useless brain....
But I keep the faith.
And here a longish snippet of my slow sluggish progress!
Ps: note that I love Evelyn, what follows is my Oc’s feelings about her !
Divider by: @saradika
Evelyne Parker was responsible for most of Judy’s woes. Or that’s what Ivy liked to believe. She listened, she saw, she understood, didn’t take that long. She was no stranger to such “relational nonequilibrium”, and by some means, she begrudged Judy for sticking in the cogs of a relationship with the other woman that Ivy only saw through her past-tinted lenses as toxic and codependent. Truth is, it hit home sometimes, too close, even if drawing parallels between Jackie and Evelyn was pure absurdity. But it wasn’t about the character traits of Ev as it was about who she was to Judy, or what Judy saw in her, and how it was so obviously nonreciprocal. It didn’t fly over her head that she might have been just taking it personal, not that she started catching feelings for the techie, no, not in that way anyway. Just a gut thing, yet not totally gratuitous. It was determined from the first time they met that Miss Parker would never be Ivy’s favorite person in the world, and the Cloud’s top doll didn’t do anything to lessen that questionable first impression, sometimes going as far as acting forwardly manipulative towards Jud in her presence, while giving V subtly the “ you’re not one of us” treatment. And every time situations made their path cross, the rare, forced get-together at Judy’s place, the unlucky bumps in Judy’s cave at Lizzie’s, Ivy would react instinctively as a cat to a cucumber, jumping backward in retreat, yes, but only for the techie’s sake.
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“Ever told you that I like to know everything about the people I work with?”
started Evelyn that evening, posing a leg on the other as she let the smoke of her cig twirl in the closed air of one of Lizzie’s private booths. V, as she was only referred to now, planted her talons firm on the carpet, facing her through the gaps and glitches of the giant hologram playing a stripper dance over and over again. Ev gave in first, switching it off, casting the confined booth in a deeper silence, real silence that only aggravated the tension between the two women.
“You already know the whole story from Jud. technically were there when I arrived”
Evelyne hummed, took another draft from her stick and squinted her eyes, like she was considering V’s words. She knew she was lying, V was no fool. But did she know what was she lying about? Did V trust the Moxe and Judy too much?
“You mean when you stepped on stage, again...”
“I don’t know how this can affect our subject at hand-” V scratched a recent tattoo, her last one. She thought she killed the last moth, buried it inside a sealed well in the deepest recoils of her soul, but some people always liked to scratch old scar skins, reopen closed doors, look inside forgotten tombs.
“Oh, consider it a warming up-”
“Can’t imagine you warming up to anyone Ev, especially not me. Let me cut through civilities and state my points.” Ivy interrupted her with venom, protective of her wounds, “you could have called anyone, but you dialed me. Now y’ have doubts I’ll step on your toe later, understandable, but it’s too late for such worries. Jud already gave me a quick rundown of this mess of a job. She meddled in your favor, and that’s why I am here. You need a replacement, quick, efficient, reliable and available, and here I am. Now get me down to take a look at your raw, link me to your fixer, and let’s get properly started”
#nomad v#fic: burned bridges don't light the way#unrequited love#evelyn parker#female v#jackie welles#fanfiction#cyberpunk 2077
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Keep a Link Garden!
The Internet is Big
Like, REALLY big. You just won't believe how vastly, hugely, mindbogglingly big it is - or how much this intro has been overused since Hitchhiker's Guide has been a thing.
But it is big. Big enough that if you don't have some kind of system for keeping things you want to remember, there's no way in hell that you can remember it. What is a "thing you want to remember" though?
For me, it's everything from interesting blogs and webcomics, to YouTube favorites, to pin on Pinterest, to random shops I'd love to buy things from if I had money, to cool examples and inspirations - that kind of thing.
Each platform kinda has a way of letting you organize your favorite stuff - but it only works on that platform.
Enter the humble bookmark. Remember those? Before revamping my system I had nearly 1000 of them. YIKES.
But bookmarks are just SO GOOD at being the one thing that always works to save stuff for later. No matter the platform, every piece of content has a unique URL - that's how it has to be. And with unique URLs, bookmarks become the best way to save stuff in one place no matter the platform.
Personally this became a problem for me a couple of months ago. Because of my work and general techie interests, I switch web browsers all the time. I've used 'em all. Most recently I was trying out Arc browser. It's generally quite nice! It took the spotlight/global search sort of approach to literally everything, which tickles my brain in the right ways.
There's still a big problem with Arc though - no way to export stuff very well. (Pro tip: before you commit to a software, make sure you can leave the thing easily!) And because Arc's philosophy doesn't really do bookmarks (I just had a space on the side with hundreds of "pinned tabs"), when I finally found a stupid, roundabout way to get my list of bookmarks out, it was just that - a plain old list. The organization was gone. It was just hundreds and hundreds of links all piled together into a bin with no sorting whatsoever.
So I decided that this was the time to really start organizing this pile of links. It's like the inside of my brain, covered head to toe in random sticky notes, half of which don't make sense anymore. To start things off, I found Raindrop.
Raindrop is a place to put my bookmarks that, first and foremost, isn't married to a particular browser. Whether I'm using Arc, Firefox, Safari, on any device, doesn't matter - I get to my bookmarks the same way.
Another benefit is that Raindrop's app lets me share links and stuff to it using the phone's built-in sharing function, which makes saving the bookmarks way easier!
The icing on the cake? You can upload files to it as well. Images, documents, whatever. This got me thinking. I have a rather large collection of images saved on Pinterest...
By the way, Pinterest also sucks when it comes to exporting things. I had to use a downloaded tool that crawls the account and downloads the resources it finds, which felt gross. But with my stuff out of Pinterest, it meant one less corpo-site I relied on, so I'll take it. Uploading all those pins back into Raindrop was nice and simple. Raindrop even has a "moodboard" view mode, which looks suspiciously like Pinterest's masonry look, but without the ads and tracking scripts.
After adding my old pins to the collection, my bookmark garden is now just shy of 2000 links and images. I've been spending the past couple of weeks going through the giant pile and deleting old ones, sorting the rest into fresh categories, and giving things meaningful tags. That's another thing, I love that Raindrop uses and encourages tagging! Regular browsers take note - when there's a lot of something that someone will want to find again - support tags. Please. Not that I'll be doing that since I have transcended browser bookmarks, but you know.
Lots of stuff yet to sort and tag - about 600 links and 1000 images left to go - but it's coming along. And I'm tagging things as I continue to find links to add to the garden as well. Once that process is done, I'll have that nigh-perfect system - never needing to forget something again. If I want to browse some shops, I won't go to Etsy, I'll go the shops section of my private link garden. Carefully and lovingly curated. :)
Bonus points - if Raindrop gets enshittified, they have a couple of great exporting options, including a good old OPML file that every other bookmark manager can use.
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Sound of distant drums
These shouts out to this digital wilderness are about sound. Sounds we enjoy and specifically music. I realize that new fangled techy stuff like streaming is quite opposite of Luddite philosophy. But hey sometimes you just want background while you eat, or do stuff like reading an article.
Yesterday I plugged my Iphone into my CD player and selected Apple Music for a classical stream with 'spacial audio'. I figured that extra care would be evident as even off the interweb I do like quality. Actually the sound was quite good. It was Dolby Atmos on two channels.
The selections were a bit odd. Ann Sophie Mutter playing John Williams from Raiders of the Lost Arc soundtrack does involve an orchestra. I guess it is part of trying to involve "younger" people in classical / serious music. Maybe they should just call it unpopular music. Yet odd can be interesting.
There were some really good bits. One selection involving a drum made me sit up and take notice. One of those big Bass drums feet in diameter that just rumble. It was a duet with a Cello if you can believe it. Very atmospheric. But the drum was impressive. I was in the next room reading and the steam powered system was loafing along.
Boom boom. It was soft and so low but complex. I swear I heard the drum stick on the skin. One of those fuzzy ones. It was like a giant walking or that dinosaur in that movie. Boom Boom Boom. I started to think how real it sounded. That of course is silly. Drums in a room and from a recording are entirely different. But the illusion was impressive. I know technically what it would take. To make a truly realistic drum sound like that would take an enormous speaker with dimensions approaching the diameter of the drum. Big horn types like a Klipschorn or the really big Magneplanars would do. That is because those can move a lot of air. Acoustic Impedance matching.
But my speakers are relatively tiny. The woofers are 8" diameter. They are reflex speakers and are very good at the upper bass range and tuned for lower Bass. Occasionally the source will shove very low frequency into it and the box and the room position let it do a decent job of very low range. But it cannot move that much air. It is an illusion as it is an assembly of frequencies that together tell you that was a Bass drum. They were trying hard though. It was working.
I did not think about my speakers. I thought about that drum. The piece was from an album by Cellist Johannes Moser. The music was a arrangement of Fratres by Arvo Part. I was listening to the music and really getting into it. Not really the right thing to do if it is supposed to be background.
When the piece ended I did think about how did those small boxes create that illusion so well? I built them, and know what and why I did it. It is refreshing to be surprised like that. It was a surprise.
A lot of people revel in Bass. It is the foundation of a niche industry in building sub-woofers. You hear Bass differently. Your ears have thousands of tiny hairs in these funny spirally canals inside your skull. Each one tuned to a different frequency. But really low Bass they do not detect. You feel that in your chest and whole body. Your brain puts it all together and creates the illusion in your mind. Sub-woofers go for the chest.
When I was young I loved Bass. A speaker was not good unless it hit you in the chest. I loved records with Bass like that. Cat Stevens and Fleetwood Mac come to mind. But mostly big orchestras with big sound like Mussorgsky "Pictures at and Exhibition" or Holst's "Planets" or Stravinsky "Right of Spring." Lots of stuff like that. They sound like the legs are kicked out of them without the bottom end. I used big diameter woofers. 15 inch and occasionally down to 12 inch. They do take up room in the house. It can get awkward. Fortunately my Wife met me when I had big speakers and she signed on anyway.
Hey I aint young and I still like Bass. But I know the tricks. First use a BIG amp. Watts can really push. Then build or buy really good speakers and respect the room they are in.
This Dolby Atmos thing aint bad.
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ok i like cliche’s and am ignoring writers block. here’s a list of scifi narrative cliches that i think would be fun to explore in the apex fancreationverse- i got a little rambly but here we are (no ship suggestions or anything of the like, just plot pitches)
(this is just things that jump to mind as ‘logical’, but like.... who cares? It’s a piece of fiction first and foremost, but it’s also set in a future time where science has done incredible and almost magical shit. do whatever you want if you like an idea off here(but please ping me i wanna see👁👁))
Bodyswapping - makes the most sense between the simulacra and if we push it, mrvns. Ash / Revenant / Pathfinder bodyswap? I think Path running around in Revenant’s body could be fucking hilarious. But imagine Rev with Ash’s giant ass knife.
Time loop - ok ive started a fic for this but - It makes the most sense if you use a digital gamespace playing on loop for a technological reason. Maybe a system error or something, could be group wide or specific to some people! In TV its the easiest sort of Sci Fi Bottle Episode to justify imo, so it works GREAT here. A classic escape room in the most techy of spaces really forces someone or a group of someones to come together or break apart.
Lie Detector - A heavily character driven plot where two or more people are put in a (usually) life or death situation relying on Someone to tell the truth of a situation. example below bc i think it helps it make sense why this is on the list
Stargate SG1 did this in an episode where to confirm two character’s story of an event, they both had to undergo an alien lie detector. But because the two characters were both in MEGA denial about being in love with one another, they continued to show as lying about the events until they confronted it and accepted that that was influencing why they made their choices.
The syndicate wanting to check people’s story of a an event, say the teleporting of Olympus or a rebellion against the syndicate would work well here.
Space Beach Episode - In classic sci fi, I think this would most often be getting stranded on an alien planet but I think it could work just as well as being stuck in the ring without a way out - if you take the games to be fully physical that could take hours to days depending on how long you assume a game lasts. . i’ve actually seen a couple fics like this and they’re all AMAZING.
Time Travel - you know it, you love it! Horizon is working on this bad boy, who is to say that she doesn’t get it working! A little too well in fact! Have you considered what would happen if you accidentally sent some or all of the legends lineup to the (19)90s? Or what if you sent them even further into the future?
Classic Miscommunication - This one is not Sci Fi based, but it still would work all the same. Who is to say with so many different language speaking legends we don’t get a little miscommunication? Might be tech related or it might not! Could work as a neat little oneshot or something longer depending.
Mind wipe - Self explanitory, somebody gets more or less reset. I think this could work really well with like a drama or angst heavy plot, though it may require some setup. Someone is rebelling against the syndicate either solo or in a group, and gets captured. Perhaps before every match the syndicate takes a brainscan or makes a copy of the legend. What if that captured soul got reset back to and old scan by some means? Re educated to be the perfect little lapdog? I think there’s potential there!
Doubling up - What’s a good story with simulacra and good future science without somebody ending up getting duplicated for some reason or another? It may be accidental! Whoops i just put this 1 to 1 brain scan of XYZ legend inside this mrvn. What’re they gonna do next? Or it might be intentional - no better way to be in two places at once for hyjinks than to be two persons at once!
ok thats all ive got rn but !!! hey. here they are. let me know if you like them or especially if you’re inspired by any of them!
#apex legends#apex#apex legends fanfic#i have several ideas for fics that i know i will likely never use#so i want to share the love a little . i hope that someone else is able to get something out of them#also if you want to know which specifically ive had ideas for that im not writing.... mind wipe my beloved#lie detector and doubling up as well.... theyre so nice
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The Amazon Critic Who Saw Its Power From the Inside: Tim Bray was a celebrated engineer at Amazon. Now, he is its highest-profile defector
Bray walked away from $1 million because he couldn’t stand Amazon’s labor and business practices anymore. Now he’s an outspoken advocate for breaking the company up.
Karen Weise writing at The New York Times:
SEATTLE — Tim Bray, an internet pioneer and a former vice president at Amazon, sent shock waves through the tech giant in early May when he resigned for what he called “a vein of toxicity” running through its culture.
Within a few hours, his blog post about the resignation drew hundreds of thousands of views, and his inbox filled up with requests from journalists, recruiters and techies. Soon, lawmakers on Capitol Hill cited the post. It all made Mr. Bray, 65, Amazon’s highest-profile defector.
But there was more he wanted to say.
In the weeks since, he has aimed his brain power not at fixing a coding problem but at framing a broader critique of the company. In talks and blog posts that have drawn attention inside the company, he has called for unionization and antitrust regulation. Amid “the beating of the antitrust drums,” Mr. Bray wrote in one post, he would like to see Amazon separate its retail business from its lucrative cloud computing unit.
“And I’m pretty sure I’m not alone,” he said.
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12 Days of Shobbs: Day Two- Scarves
Summary: This is a serious of prompts following the relationship between Luke Hobbs and Deckard Shaw through the twelve days of Christmas.
Day 1 Day 3
On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me…
“Reminder to self: never visit Canada in the winter ever again,” Luke mumbled to himself as he got out of his truck and landed in almost a foot of snow. Sighing, he trudged through the unblemished snow towards the other vehicles sitting in the clearing. There were three other large trucks and SUVs, with several DSS agents milling around them, setting up equipment.
Heading towards them, Luke tugged his hat further over his ears and tried to ignore the strong wind trying to knock him off his feet. Reaching some of the techies, he could see that they were struggling to keep the equipment snow free.
“Hey!” He called out to the agents. “Who’s in charge here?”
“I suppose that’s me,” a woman stepped forward. She was about a head shorter than Luke and wearing at least four layers of clothing. She didn’t bother to offer her hand to shake, instead keeping it in her pocket while she introduced herself. “I’m Agent Mou. Nice to meet you Agent Hobbs.”
“Same to you, ma’am. So what’s the game plan?”
“I don’t want to start the brief until your partner arrives.”
“Partner? What partner? I was told I would be doing this solo,” Luke asked, staring at the smaller woman, eyebrows furrowed.
“We thought so too, but your superior, Mr. Nobody, contacted us and said he was sending another agent,” Mou shrugged. She was shifting from one foot to the other, no doubt trying to stay warm.
“Of course he called,” Luke muttered to himself. Turning back to Mou, he asked, “Anything you want me to do right now?”
“Unless you know how to hack closed camera systems from five miles away, no Agent Hobbs, I don’t need you to do anything right now,” Mou said irritatedly. “We’ll brief you and supply you with the equipment you’ll need when your partner arrives.”
With that, Mou stormed off, having to lift her feet all the way off the ground just to walk through the high snow. Sighing, Luke couldn’t fault the woman’s irritability; she was running an operation while it was below freezing, enough snow to make an army of snowmen, and now she was forced to add yet another agent to the equation, without knowing if she could trust either Hobbs or his mysterious partner. Deciding to try to stay on the woman’s good side, Luke stood close enough to the trucks to be shielded from the harsh wind, but far enough away so as not to be in the way.
After ten minutes of Luke practically feeling his fingers lose feeling, he finally saw another vehicle pull up. It was military grade, and looked as if it could drive through four feet of snow with how tall the wheels were. Luke watched the car park close to them and the driver step out.
Well, the person looked more like a marshmallow on legs with a large, white coat on. Squinting, Luke could also see a grey scarf the size of a blanket wrapped around the person’s neck, obscuring their face further. As the person came closer, Luke could see that their black beanie had small cat ears on the top and a cat nose and whiskers on the front of the hat. Luke just stared at them until they were close enough for Luke to hear them.
“Nobody said you’d need help,” Deckard Shaw grunted. “Didn’t mention we’d be doing the job in Jack Frost’s arsehole.”
“Frankly, I don’t know why the hell he called you in,” Luke said, still a bit dazed at seeing Deckard. “But it makes sense that he would send an elf to the north pole.”
“Get bent, you tosser,” the smaller man grumbled, and seemed to burrow further into the giant scarf that hid most of his face.
Before Luke could say something in kind, he heard snow crunching and turned his head to see Agent Mou heading towards him and Deckard. The cold didn’t seem to be agreeing with her by the pissed off look on her face.
“About time you showed up. We’re almost half an hour late. If we’re supposed to get this done before sunset, then I suggest you two stop the little tea party you’re having, and get your asses over here,” she snapped at the two men.
“Sorry, miss. Took longer than I thought to get out here,” Deckard apologized politely.
“I don’t care why, just follow me. I need to brief both of you,” Mou angrily told them. Deckard and Luke shared a look with each other before falling in step behind Mou as she led them to a tent that had been set up. The inside just barely fit the three and another agent, who was rapidly putting items into two packs.
“Ok, you two, here’s the deal. Your target is this,” Mou showed them an image on her tablet. It was a small missile, one that could fit perfectly in Luke’s hand. “This was developed by an American weaponsmith for the U.S. army, but only a handful were actually made. It was made to destroy up to a 200 mile radius, destroying everything around, even underground bunkers. A small terrorist cell was able to get their hands on one. We need you two go in and retrieve it.”
“Simple enough,” Luke commented.
“Glad you think that, Hobbs,” Mou responded dryly. Quickly, she brought up the blueprints of a large storage building. “We were able to get the rough layout of their hideout, but we don’t know much else. Nothing about how many guys there are, or what kind of weapons they have. I’ve had my boys prepare you enough ammunition to take down any stronghold, along with a device to block any electrical signals from being sent out.”
“Like Hobbs said, this shouldn’t be too much trouble,” Deckard said.
“Never thought I’d ever hear you agreeing with me,” Luke said, an eyebrow raised at Deckard, who was glaring back at him.
“Since you two seem to know what you’re doing,” Mou interrupted, “Then I encourage you two to leave. Now.”
Taking the hint, Deckard and Luke took the packs from the other agent and made their way outside.
“We’re taking my car,” Deckard announced, not bothering to look at Luke.
“Fine. But I’m driving.”
“When hell freezes over, jackass.”
Climbing into the passenger side of Deckard’s car, Luke couldn’t help but stare at the other man. It had been only a week ago that the other man had placed a kiss on Luke. And Luke still wasn’t sure what to feel about it. The entire time during that mission, Luke couldn’t get the kiss out of his mind, and it seemed like this mission was going to be about the same.
“Got something to say, Hobbs?” Deckard snapped, after a few minutes of silence, and a couple dozen of side glances from Luke.
“Just wondering what in the living hell you’re wearing, is all,” Luke shrugged.
“Owen and a few of his mates went to Switzerland for a ski trip, and he took a lot of my snow gear. The little arsehole,” Deckard mumbled the last part mostly to himself.
“And you just happened to own a hat with a cat face?”
“Present from my mum. She thought it looked cute,” Deckard rolled his eyes.
“It sure is,” Luke snorted. “It fits well with the stuck up princess look you have going.”
“I know it must be hard for your walnut-sized brain to understand this, but I could easily leave your arse out here to freeze to death.”
“Oh, I’d love to see you try,” Luke challenged.
“Just keep pushing, sunshine.”
Luke chuckled at the threat. They were quiet for a time, with Luke staring out at the snowy landscape, and Deckard navigating the car through it. Unfortunately, Luke couldn’t enjoy the view, instead his mind going back to the kiss.
“I swear I can see the smoke coming out of your ears right now,” Deckard chuckled. “You’re going to hurt yourself thinking that hard.”
“Very funny, asshole,” Luke rolled his eyes. Looking over at the smaller man, he decided to take a leap of faith. “I was just wondering. Why did you kiss me back at the base?”
He saw Deckard’s hands tighten on the wheel and his mouth pull down into a frown. “We were under the mistletoe. Don’t read into it.”
“I told you, you didn’t have to. But you still did. So, why did-”
“Look, just drop it,” Deckard snapped, interrupting Luke. “We’re at the drop point. We need to walk from here.”
Which meant that they would be walking in the strong wind, making it impossible for them to hold a conversation. Sighing, Luke followed the other man.
The plan was for them to park a short distance away from the facility, walk the rest of the way, and sneak in. From there, they would split up and each look for the missile on their own. All they needed to do was not to alert the guards, so it should have been an easy job.
Unfortunately, alert the guards was the only thing Luke seemed to do. When Mou had said that they had no idea how many guards there were, she hadn’t been joking. Every corner Luke went around had at least five guys, each armed to the teeth. It was inevitable that he would alert one of them.
That’s how he found himself in a massive gun fight, hiding behind a random pile of boxes in one of the main rooms of the facility. Bullets were flying past where he was hiding, slowly chipping away at his cover. Luke knew that his shelter was either going to be demolished or he was going to run out of ammunition. And he was sure that the former of the two was going to happen soon, because he only had one more clip left.
Cursing his luck, Luke put the final clip in his gun, and quickly popped out from his cover. He was able to hit three assailants, but as soon as one went down, two more took their place. Out of options, Luke desperately looked around, trying to find an escape route, but found nothing. Before despair could overwhelm him, Luke heard a yell over the gunfire.
“Hobbs!” Came a distinct voice shouted. “Down!”
And it was almost predictable what happened next. While Luke wasn’t exactly expecting it, he wasn’t surprised to hear the sound of a small grenade go off in the middle of the guards shooting at him. In the confusion of the blast, the bullets stopped, allowing Luke to duck out from his cover. Spotting Deckard on the other side of the room fighting three guards, Luke started heading towards him, trying to find a gun for himself on the way.
Having no luck finding a gun, Luke was forced to fight off the guys that came between him and Deckard. After taking down ten of them, Luke finally reached Deckard, who was missing his large coat, but still had his hat and scarf. Other than the missing coat, Deckard was only slightly panting, almost as if he hadn’t taken down twenty trained men in the last ten minutes, and had only gone for a short jog in the park.
“Did you get the missile?” Luke hurriedly asked.
“Don’t get your knickers in a twist, I got it,”Deckard huffed and showed Luke a small case, presumably carrying the missile.
“Good. We need to get out,” Luke looked around them, spotting a side door, that was being guarded by thirty or so men. “You got any extra guns on you?”
“Yeah. Here,” Deckard responded. Reaching into his scarf, he pulled out a pair of silver revolvers from the folds of his scarf. “They’re already loaded.”
“How the hell?” Luke whispered to himself, but took the guns nonetheless. Shaking his head, Luke chalked it up to Deckard being an ex-MI6 agent. “Come on, there’s an exit over there.”
Together, they slowly made their way towards the exit, back to back, and taking shots at anyone that came at them. Even though Luke couldn’t see it, he could hear Deckard take down several men that tried to rush them. Trusting Deckard’s abilities, Luke focused on the men coming his way.
After what felt like hours, they finally broke through the wall of men, and outside. It was only a short jog to Deckard’s car, and they were speeding away. Looking out the side mirror, Luke was surprised not to see any vehicles chasing them.
“Where are they?” Luke asked aloud.
“I might’ve blown up all their snowmobiles,” Deckard laughed, giving Luke a toothy grin.
“You fucking pyromaniac!” Luke laughed.
Soon enough, they were back at the base camp, handing the missile over to Mou. Who gave them a few choice words over their fairly explosive retrieval of it. After a short reprimand and praise for getting the missile out successfully, she sent them on their way.
“Hey. Thanks for the guns,” Luke said, as he and Deckard walked through the flurry of agents dismantling equipment. Holding the guns out to the smaller man, Luke was surprised when Deckard instead pushed Luke’s hand away.
“Keep ‘em. ,” Deckard shrugged.
“You sure?” Luke asked, not a small amount of confusion in his voice.
“I know you like Chiappa Rhino guns. So just keep them.”
“Thanks, man,” Luke said graciously. They were standing in front of Deckard’s car, as Luke took in the other man. Deckard’s face was flushed red from the cold, and he had a small smile on his face.
“Don’t mention it. You need all the help you can get, twinkletoes,” Deckard said, his smile growing. Luke help but smile back before something popped back into his head.
“Hey. You never answered my question.”
“What?”
“Why’d you kiss me?”
“Just drop it, Hobbs,” Deckard sighed. Swiftly, he was in his car and slamming the door in Luke’s face.
“Oh come on! Just answer me!” Luke shouted after Deckard’s speeding car.
… Two loaded guns
And a punch to the face!
#shobbs#deckard shaw#luke hobbs#hobbs and shaw#fanfic#christmas fics#scarves#fluff#12 days of christmas
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HiddenDreamer67′s MasterPost
Glossary
G/t- aka, these stories contain extreme size differences, which often means some of the characters are borrowers, fairies, giants, etc. Could also include things like characters shrinking or growing.
AO3- Archive Of Our Own, a popular Fanfiction site.
In Progress- I intend to continue this work, although sometimes I forget about all of these wips and reminders are welcome. Some have listed scheduled updates.
On Hiatus- It’s been a long time since I’ve updated this work and I’m open to coming back to them if somebody asks for more but I don’t plan to write more on my own volition right now.
All of the works are being placed beneath a Read More link for organizational purposes. There are many of them. Enjoy. :)
G/t works-
Choose Your Tiny- A short choose-your-own-adventure written for an old contest. Linked Here
A Little Lie Couldn’t Hurt- When Patton finds a tiny little guy in the back room of a pet store, he's determined to help. But when he has to continually lie to keep the guy safe, is he really doing more good than harm?Aka, Deceit Sanders is a manipulative lil' tiny who gets what he wants and makes Patton feel terrible. (on Hiatus)
AO3 Link | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
Infinitesimal!Fins-"So, a mermen AU with the SidesOnly they’re all smol and goldfish-sizedAnd one day they’re captured and placed in a pet storeWithin separate fish tanksUnable to touch one anotherOnly able to watch and witnessAs one by one, they’re sold off to terrifying giant strangers..." Inspired by a prompt by @secretglittersauce (in progress)
AO3 Link | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 |Part 7|Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11
Borrower Analogical- Two borrowers, Virgil and Logan, have been living together for quite some time when Logan has the unfortunate luck to get caught. Now only time can tell what's in store for our intrepid heroes as Virgil attempts to save his companion. Meanwhile, Roman and Patton cannot get over the joy of finding such a cute mystical creature, and with every day their curiosity only grows. (in progress, updates Mondays)
AO3 Link | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
Dragged From the Depths- Dr. Picani, Captain Deceit, and Interns Thomas and Remy aren't sure what to make of the strange violet-colored creature that is brought into the lab one day...but perhaps some things are better off untouched.Furious about the disappearance of their brother Virgil, mers Roman, Logan, and Patton are quick to try to jump to his rescue and get their family back together again. (in progress)
AO3 Link | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
The Injured Fairy- Summary: Roman the butterfly catcher stumbles upon the most beautiful pair of violet wings he’s ever seen…until he realizes, that’s no butterfly. (complete, sequel coming)
Read it here
Amanda’s Discovery- A college student who’s always been enchanted by the idea of tiny people is in for a surprise when she discovers four have been living in her dorm room walls. Borrowers Roman, Logan, Virgil, and Patton have been acting as a less-than-functional family ever since their parents left the picture. Featuring youngest brother Patton who cannot wait to go borrowing, Second youngest Virgil who is banned from borrowing ever since his anxiety attacks nearly got them caught, second eldest Logan who questions every rule he has ever been taught, and eldest brother Roman who is just doing his best to keep his brothers in line without murdering them in the process. (in progress, turned into an ask blog)
AO3 Link | LINK TO ASK BLOG
G/t Prompt universes
Note: All of these universes are based upon prompts that people have sent in. Asks and prompts are always welcome for any of these universes, even if so far the world only consists of one prompt.
borrower!Thomas in Human!Roman’s apartment-
Pizza Therapy- (complete) Part 1 | Part 2
Human!Virgil on an alien spaceship team-
An Old Friend
Human!Patton and his borrower!Virgil son-
You’re Freezing
Humans Virgil and Patton own pet borrowers Logan and Roman (who aren’t happy about it)-
Swordfight
Logan’s Escape
Shrinking Sides- Is Roman shrinking or Logan growing?…or both? It seems that when the sides get overwhelmed by emotions, these feelings can get the best of them and cause the sides to change size.
Main Story (in progress)- Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5
Punk!Logan is a Giant teen who befriends the teen human!Virgil-
Origin Story (complete): Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
Logan’s House (in progress): Part 1 | Part 2
Future Drabble: Can I sleepover?
Human!Logan is friends with a borrower!Roman-
Dollhouse
Patton hears noises in his walls and discovers a borrower!Virgil-
Main Story (in progress)- Part 1 | Part 2
Patton is imprisoned by Giants after climbing a beanstalk-
Sing me a Song (oneshot)
Logan and Roman are borrowers who live willingly with humans Patton and Virgil-
Practice makes Perfect (complete)- Part 1 | Part 2
Kitchen Intervention (oneshot)
Patton comforts a Giant by the name of Virgil sulking in the woods-
Origins (complete)- Part 1 | Part 2
Giant!Roman is friends with a human!Virgil-
The Party (complete)- Part 1 | Part 2
Let’s Go Somewhere
Giant!Patton lives out in the woods and is friends with a human!Virgil (who in turn is friends with an unsuspecting human!Logan)-
Virgil’s Absence
Borrower!Logan is kept in a cage by Human!Patton-
Caged
Borrower!Logan lives in an apartment building where the other three (Patton, Virgil, and Roman) are humans-
Clever Borrower (Logan escapes his captors)
Comforting Roman (Logan comforts a drunk Roman)
Human!Roman is friends (best friends?) with borrower!Virgil-
Before the Party
After the Party
Virgil and the Beanstalk- Virgil ends up at the top of the beanstalk where he is kidnapped by Giants Roman, Patton and Logan. Why do they hate humans so much? Will Virgil ever be able to escape? And why did that mysterious snakelike figure give him the beans in the first place?
Main Story (in progress): Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
Borrower!Patton is the honorary father of three college students: Roman, Virgil, and Logan-
Logan’s Presentation
Virgil is in a photography class, and he lives with borrowers-
Roman on Camera
Virgil is a human who’s friends with borrower Logan. Little does he know Logan has a twin-
Meet Roman
Roman is a kid who has a ‘pet’ (friend?) tiny named Logan-
School Stowaway
Borrowers Roman and Patton are friends with their humans Virgil and Logan-
Roman’s Birthday (oneshot)
Remy lives in a house where in borrower brothers Logan, Roman, Patton, and Virgil also live-
Discovery (oneshot)
Logan and Patton are giants that adopt a human child named Virgil-
Sick day (oneshot)
Borrowers Deceit and Virgil get caught by a human Patton after Deceit is injured in a lawnmower incident-
Main Story (in progress)- Part 1
Scientist Roman and his tiny lab rat Logan-
Passing the Burden
Scientists Logan and Virgil observe the new giant captive at their facility-
Thrash All You Want
The Creativitwins, Roman and Remus, are kids who discover a group of fairies (Patton, Logan, Virgil, Deceit) and do not know how to be gentle with their toys-
Play Time
Borrower Roman discovered by a startled Human Logan-
The Coffee Pot Incident
Human Thomas and Giants Roman, Patton, Virgil, Logan in a world where Giants never get colds-
Thomas Gets Sick
Giant!Deceit and Tiny!Remus do not get along-
Flip You Off
Remus is an imp living in Thomas’ house-
Virgil Eavesdrops
Remus is a tiny used as a lab rat in Roman and Logan’s lab-
Eager Subject
Non-G/t works-
Roman’s World Turned Upside Down- Roman Sanders was used to being in the spotlight, so when the nerdy class president swoops in and steals the lead in "Hamilton" senior year, Roman's world gets turned upside down. Suddenly everyone in the school is fawning over Logan, including Roman's best friend Patton. Roman can’t seem to understand where it all went so wrong, or why the techie Virgil seems to get such a kick out of Roman’s dethroning. (on Hiatus)
AO3 Link | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5
Left Sides of the Brain- In the left brain hallway, Logan lived alone. Which was fine, he supposed. Of course, all that changed when Anxiety moved in. Analogical.
Left Brain (complete, right side on hiatus)
The Sanders Games- In the 75th Hunger Games, only one male* tribute is chosen from each of the twelve districts. Watch these twelve children as alliances are formed, bonds are broken, angst ensues, and one by one they all fall at the cruel hands of their peers.After all, there can only be one victor. (in progress, updates Fridays)
AO3 link | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
Two Boyfriends in One- Roman and Remus share a body. During the day, Roman has control, and at night Remus comes out to play. The only trouble is, they both have different tastes in which Sanders brother to date, and one night when Roman stays over a little too late Virgil becomes the last to know about this situation.
Virgil Finds Out
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Nerds of a Feather Part 1
A/N Here is part one of my Donnie X OC fanfiction. I’m not super thrilled with the title so that may change, if anyone has any suggestions I’m open to them. While I have a general idea of where I want to go with this story I’m willing to incorporate any ideas that you the reader may have. Anything that doesn’t get added to this story will be filed away for future use. Feedback is always appreciated. Chapter 2 is in progress but since I’m going to be at Granite State Comic Con all weekend any updates are going to be at least a week out. Enjoy!
Four massive figures moved through the New York night, careful to keep to the shadows. With the mid autumn chill came shorter days and longer nights, something the mutants of New York took advantage of whenever they could. Hidden from prying eyes they were ever watchful for danger, or a hapless citizen in need of help. Movement at the street level caught Leo’s eye. He held up his hand in a signal for the other three to stop. Without a word he pointed down to the building across the street, its intricate pseudo-grecian facade and stone statues lining the steps made it an imposing structure despite being dwarfed by its neighbors. A team of familiar foes streamed out of the windows, running away from the scene of whatever crime they had just committed.
Donnie adjusted the settings on his goggles, “Foot Clan.”
“What are they doing?” Raph asked, “Shredder disappeared years ago and Leo took care of Karai. Who would be leading them now?”
“No clue,” Leo said, “Mikey, you and I will follow them and try to figure out what they are up to. Raph, you and Donnie go into the building and see if there are any clues or witnesses that can help us figure this out.” For a moment he thought Raph would argue about being left out of the fight but after a second he merely nodded and the two pairs went their separate ways.
They stepped into the main foyer, a large oak desk in the back center of the room, behind it a wide granite staircase swept downward, a dim light shining at the bottom. The two brothers looked at each other and nodded before descending. The stairs led them to a large room lit with florescent lights. Rows upon rows of metal shelves extended before them. The boxes that had once been carefully organized and labelled were now strewn about the basement. Whatever the Foot were looking for they had torn the place apart to find it. At first glance the room appeared to be empty, until movement in one of the aisles caught Donnie’s eye. A young woman was walking up the aisle toward them, one hand holding a piece of fabric to the back of her head, the other gripping the shelves in order to keep her balance. From the way she was looking back and forth he guessed that she was surveying the damage. She hadn’t seen them yet and he was still trying to determine what their next move should be when he saw her foot catch on an overturned box. Before he stopped to consider the consequences of his actions Donnie rushed forward and caught her before she hit the floor. “Are you all right?” He asked.
Startled she looked at him, eyes wide in disbelief, before flicking over to Raphael. “That depends.” She said slowly, “Am I currently seeing two giant talking turtles?”
“I’m afraid so.” He replied.
She studied him for a minute, her green eyes full of more curiosity than fear. “I don’t know if that me feel better or worse. But,” She continued, untangling herself from his arms and pushing her black plastic framed glasses into place, “I have bigger things to worry about than mutant turtle men. Like figuring out what the hell the Foot were after and how I’m going to explain this to my boss.”
“Yeah why would the Foot care about some moldy old papers?” Raph asked, joining the duo.
The woman rounded on him. “Some moldy old papers? For one thing these papers are not moldy. We take great pains to keep everything in here in good condition. Second this is the National Archives. We have records in here that have been classified since before your mother was hatched. There’s literally thousands of things that they could be after.” She takes another look around at the chaos that surrounds them. “Each one of these records had a specific place in the collection, until we get it all put back where it belongs it’s going to be almost impossible to find out what’s missing.” Her delicate fingers began to massage her temples, “Just thinking about what a nightmare this is going to be is giving me a headache.” Raph and Don looked at each other, eyes wide with shock. Not many people had the gumption to get in Raph’s face like that, especially having only just met him. Donnie looked back at the woman, she was shaking, whether it was from anger, frustration, or fear he didn’t know but something needed to be done to calm her down.
“Here,” Donnie said, leading her to the stair case, “Sit down. I’m Donatello, and my brother over there is Raphael.”
She sat down, still cradling her head in her hands. “Emily. Nice to meet you guys.”
Don sat down next to her, “Our other two brothers are already going after the thieves. With any luck they’ll be able to recover whatever it is that got stolen. Is there anyone that you need to call?”
“No. The silent alarm went off the instant they broke the window. FBI are going to be on their way right now and I already got a call from my boss about the situation.”
The techy turtle gave a quick look to his brother call Chief Vincent. Raph nodded and pulled out his phone to explain the situation. “We have friends in the FBI,” Donnie explained, “If you’d like we can stay with you until they get here.”
“I’d like that.” Emily replied.
Raph made his way back towards the pair, “Vincent’s already aware of the situation and sending a team over that knows us.” He looked down at Emily and how close she was to Donnie, “How come you’re not freaking out? Most people scream or pass out when they first see us.”
Emily looked up at him, “One I’m in shock and having a hard time processing anything at the moment. Two I’m probably concussed from getting hit in the back of the head which is not helping my thought process any. And three if you guys wanted to hurt me you would have done it already. Besides I’ve heard the rumors, this just confirms what I’ve been hearing around the city.”
At the word concussed Donnie’s head snapped up. It was then that he noticed that the fabric she’s been holding to her head was in fact a scarf, the pale yellow now stained with blood. “Can I take a look at that?” He asked.
She was silent for a moment, whether it took her time to process the question or if she was considering saying no he wasn’t sure. At last she nodded and pulled the scarf away, wincing as the hair dried with blood stuck and pulled against her skull. “Well it’ll need stitches but it’s not that deep. It looks worse than it is because head wounds bleed a lot.”
The sound of several pairs of heavy boots came thundering down the stairs. The pair of ninjas stepped in front of Emily, weapons at the ready. “Three men,” Donnie whispered, looking through the thermal imaging on his goggles, “Heavy armor and guns.”
“Could be ours.” Raph replied. Donnie simply nodded in reply but neither of them made a move to stand down.
The three men came down the steps, the words FBI emblazoned across each of their chests. “Donatello, Raphael,” one of them said with a nod, “Good to see you again. Is she a witness?”
“Good to see you McDonnell and yes she’s a witness. She’s has a minor head wound but other than that seems to be unharmed.”
“Thank you,” McDonnell said, “Chief Vincent wants to speak with you both, I’ll escort her outside so that we can get her statement.”
Emily cleared her loudly. “Her name is Emily, thank you very much.”
McDonnell and his two cohorts had the decency to look embarrassed, “Of course. My apologies. If you’ll come with me please ma’am we’ll get your head looked at and ask you just a few questions.” He guided placed his arm gently around her shoulder and guided her up the stairs. “If you don’t mind my saying so ma’am you look very familiar.”
“I get that a lot.” She said in deadpaned, almost resigned voice.
Outside of the imposing stone building the street was lined with sleek black cars while a crowd of men and women in cheap black suits milled about waiting for orders. Emily allowed herself to be guided to an ambulance. Without really processing what was going on around her she found herself wrapped in a blanket, a hot cup of coffee in her hand. She was aware that her two rescuers were standing mere feet away, giving their statements. The tall one, Donatello she reminded herself, kept glancing at her in what appeared to be concern. A stern blonde woman sat down next to her, “My name is Chief Vincent, Bureau of Organized Crime, we’ll be working with the FBI to track down the people that did this. Can you tell me what happened?”
Emily brought the coffee to her lips and took a deep swallow of the hot bitter liquid before nodding. “I was closing up, making sure everything was put away in the correct place, that nothing was misfiled and getting everything prepped for the next morning. Normally we work in pairs for security purposes but Eric said that he had tickets to the Rangers game so I told him that I could handle it myself.” She shook her head briefly before a lancing pain made her stop, “I never imagined something like this could happen. We have a night security guard Bob-” Emily stopped midsentance. “Did you guys find Bob, is he okay?” Before Vincent could respond a team of EMTs came into view, wheeling out a gurney that with a body covered in a sheet. At that moment the full weight of what had happened hit her. Bob was dead, those Foot soldiers could have easily killed her too. It seemed that all of the oxygen had been sucked out of her lungs, she began gasping, trying to get a breath. Her thought process, already compromised, stopped functioning entirely. Some part of her brain registered that Vincent was still talking to her, perhaps trying to calm her down even but the words were no longer registering. Her vision was started to swim and she felt herself going faint.
A strong pair of hands dragged her back into reality. For the second time that night Emily found herself into a pair of amber eyes framed by tortiseshell glasses. “Breathe,” Donnie said, “Look at me, focus on me. Breathe.” He led her through a series of the breathing exercise that Splinter had taught them to help them mediate. Eventually she found herself feeling calm, focused, and clearheaded. “There we go.” Taking a chance he wiped the tears from her cheeks. “It’s okay.” He assured her, “It’s all over now, I’m not going to let anyone hurt you.”
Without thinking Emily threw her arms around his shoulders, desperate for the security and comfort that he was offering. “Thank you,” She whispered, voice still shaky. Once her heartrate had returned to normal she pulled away but still kept her hand tucked inside his to keep her grounded. Taking another deep breath she continued. “Eric left early to go to the hockey game. I was down in the basement getting everything ready for tomorrow when I heard a window upstairs in the reading room break. I heard,” Her voice caught and Donnie gave her hand an encouraging squeeze, “I heard Bob check on it. There was- there was the sounds of fighting and then I saw Foot soldiers come downstairs. One of them hit me, on the back of the head. Next thing I know Donatello and Raphael are there.”
“Do you know what they could have been after?” Vincent asked.
This time Emily didn’t shake her head, “No. Most of our records are kept offsite. They have to be requested in advance then we let the user know when they’re available. I think that knowing the Foot that they were aware of that and had someone request whatever documents they were after to make sure they were onsite in order to steal. Right now the records room is a disaster. It’s going to take us weeks to sort out everything enough to figure out what exactly is missing.”
Another suit walked up to them and cleared his voice as polietly as possible, “Ma’am?” He said, looking at Vincent. “Leonardo and Michelangelo have arrived. They’re requesting to speak with you.”
“Of course.” She then directed her attention back to Emily, “Thank you for your cooperation. We’ll be in touch.”
Something about her tone bothered Donnie for a reason he couldn’t pinpoint. “What did she mean by that?” Donnie asked.
Emily gave him a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, “Statisically speaking most thefts from museums and archives are orchestrated by people that work within the institution. It’s perfectly rational that she thinks I may be a suspect. It’s her job.”
Another convoy of black SUVs pulled up to the National Archives building. The team that stepped out of those vehicles looked more like Secret Service than FBI agents. Finished giving his statement Raphael finally walked up to Emily and Don, “Who are those guys?”
“My dad’s bodyguards.”
The turtles’ eyes widened in surprise as Mayor Danvers stepped out of one of the SUVs and came rushing towards them. “Emily! Sweetheart! Are you okay? Are you hurt? What happened?” The man that always seemed unflappable on TV now wrapped his arms around his daughter, eyes wide with worry.
“I'm okay Dad.” She assured him, and then Donnie cleared his throat, “Mostly, I got hit in the head but Donatello said I’ll be okay.”
“Donatello?” Mayor Danvers turned to look at the purple clad turtle kneeling next to the ambulance. “Ah Yes, I’ve heard about you.” He cleared his throat and drew himself up straighter, as though he had suddenly remembered to maintain his composure. “You saved the city from both Shredder and the Kraang, and from what the police tell me you also thwart petty crime on a nightly basis. I apologize for not being able to attend the Key to the City ceremony after the Kraang incident but you have my sincere thanks for everything that you’ve done, and continue to do. Most importantly thank you for taking care of my daughter.” He pulled Emily close to him in a one armed hug. “Let’s get you to the hospital to get that looked at. Not that I don’t trust you,” He said to Don, “But I'd feel better if she got looked at by a professional.”
Donnie stood up, doing his best not to look imposing even though he towered over the mayor. “Of course sir. I agree.” He held out his hand, “It was a pleasure to meet you sir, and your daughter.”
Mayor Danvers took his hand in a firm but not overpowering grip, “Likewise. You and your brothers are welcome in our home any time. And if you ever wish to make your identity public, as long as I’m mayor, I’ll make sure the city has your full support.”
Both Raphael and Donatello stood up straight and bowed at the waist. “Thank you sir.” Raphael said. “We’ll let you get Emily to the hospital, and we’ll always do everything in our power to protect the people of this city.”
“Thank you gentlemen, and please pass my thanks along to your brothers, and whoever it was that raised you to be such fine, upstanding young men.” He began to guide Emily but she resisted for a moment.
She pulled a business card out of her wallet and handed it to Donnie, “If you get a lead on the Foot before I do, let me know."
Donnie watched the mayor lead Emily to a shiny black Bently. She gave him another small half smile before the door closed, hiding her from view. Absentmindly he ran his thumb back and forth across the card in his hand.
"What just happened?” Leo’s voice jolted him from his stupor, there was a hint of disapproval in his voice. When had he gotten so close?
Eyes full of disbelief Donnie looked up at his brothers, “I think she just gave me her number."
Leo crossed his arms, frown deepening, “And since when do we keep in contact with the people we save."
True to form Raph stood toe to toe with Leo, “Since she’s the first one that didn’t freak after seeing us. We helped her, now she’s willing to help us. I don’t see anything wrong with that.” There was the usual challenge in his eyes but there was also something deeper. It didn’t take an idiot to figure out that Emily had made an impression on his brothers, and Leo was many things but an idiot was not one of them. Whatever the reason for this sudden protectiveness he would deal with it later.
“Fine,” He relented, “If you're sure we can trust her. But she doesn’t come to the lair without Dad’s permission.”
There was a nod of agreement from the group and they all headed home. Donnie fell back behind the rest, card still in hand. When they got back to the lair the four filled in Master Splinter on what had transpired. “I failed Master Splinter,” Leo said, the words were becoming all too familiar, “The Foot got away, and now we don't know what they took or what they’re planning.”
“The only true failure,” Master Splinter said, “Is not learning from your mistakes. Both you and Michelangelo will meditate on your actions tonight to understand what you could have done better."
“Both of us Sensei?” Leo asked, making eye contact with Splinter.
“Yes both of you.” He leveled a firm gaze at each of his four sons. “While Leonardo is your leader you are all still responsible for your own actions. It is long past time for the rest of you to take accountability for the mistakes that you make." Splinter turned back towards Leo, “I’m afraid that this is my fault.” Leo opened up his mouth to interrupt but Splinter held up a hand to silence him. “Yes it is my fault. For too long I allowed you to shoulder the responsibility of the team’s successes and failures. That was wrong of me. It led to too much pressure being placed on you than you deserved, and not enough being placed on your brothers. I hope that it is not too late to fix my mistake and that you will be able to share the burden that you share with your brothers and that you can all grow into the wonderful young men you were meant to be. Now go meditate you two, and report to me when you are done. Raphael and Donatello, you are dismissed but do not disturb your brothers.”
Stunned oldest and youngest brother shuffled off to the dojo to do as they were told while the middle siblings went their separate ways. Raph started to head for his weights before changing his mind and followed his nerdy brother into the lab. “So you’re going to call this girl right?”
Donnie didn’t look up from the wall of monitors that he was analyzing. “Once I have info on the break in.”
The muscle-bound turtle gave out a low chuckle, “I meant like tomorrow genius.” That got Donnie’s attention.
“Why on Earth would I call her tomorrow? She gave me her number so we could work on the robbery, not so I could flirt with her.”
“Yeah? Who ever said anything about flirting?” Raph asked, causing Donnie’s cheeks to flush, “You could just check up on her. Make sure she's okay. Pretty traumatizing night for her, and you did a pretty good job calming her down. Not like she has any way of getting a hold of you. So you're going to have to make the first move.”
Donnie leaned back in his chair, processing this information. “Since when did you start making so much sense?”
“Since I saw the way she didn’t let go of your hand until she had to.” He tussled the top of Donnie’s head affectionately, “Don’t stay up all night braniac, you have a phone call to make in the morning.”
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This is my Secret Santa gift for @milesupshurhell! Can’t seem to submit from my actual Outlast blog (@miles-and-waylon). I had a little bit of a challenge coming up with a prompt. I tried to stray away from general domesticity. Have a good day!
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Pins and needles. When the Swarm couldnt keep up with the demands of his body, pins and needles plucked at his limbs in a dull ache. It’s not like this thing plaguing his veins was meant to be a life support system.
“Will this be all for you, today?” The lone gas station clerk eyes flicked briefly to meet his own. Or, rather, his sunglasses. At night. She cracked a strained smile. “Keeping track of the visions?”
“What?”
“Like the...like the song—nevermind.”
Miles sighed. “Yeah, that’s all today.”
She was nervous, kinda scared. The poor thing hid it well as she bagged a couple ramen packs and candy bars, but he could practically taste it in the air. The Swarm acted as an artificial sixth sense in that way, and he felt bad for her having to work alone at night.
He paid and pulled his scarf over his nose. Death is chilly, and even the nanites seem to hate it. It made him sluggish being out in the crisp, cold air for too long. Miles got into his newly gassed up car and drove down the dirt road to the motel on the horizon.
“Fuck.” Our in the parking lot, he swore under his breath at the way the wind whipped around his paled fingers. Miles whipped the door open to the front desk.
“Any rooms?”
The attendant jumped from his half-asleep stupor and quickly shook off the remnants of exhaustion.
“Ah...yeah. A couple.”
“Single bed, please, one night.”
One night to rest, eat, and stretch his legs.
“Warren Lythe,” Miles muttered to himself as he cooked a packet of ramen in a coffee pot. “Murkoff corporate shill, lives a few towns over. We should be able to pay him a visit tomorrow.”
The little television was so old that he had to switch channels with a little knobs. “We’re not watching any muppet shit tonight. Creeps me the hell out.”
“Been awhile since we’ve had a mark, huh? It’s definitely gonna put us out in the open.” The warning still invited a scratching excitement in his brain. “You happy to kill somebody, or that we’re gonna have to break our ‘going north’ pattern after this?”
Probably both.
Either his body had come to recognize the correlation between hotel rooms and a meal, or the Walrider was fussing with his appetite, but god, when the food was ready, he burned his tongue trying to get it all down so fast. The resulting warmth and fullness inside, however, was worth it. Death is chilly. Warmth was welcome.”
“Lives in a nice neighborhood. Definitely surveillance systems all around. It’ll be obvious we were there, but I don’t want exact times and labels. There’s bears up here, right? Can you possess a bear?” A complaint. “Look, the trick with the ants was fun, but didn’t kill anyone. At least, didn’t kill anyone we wanted dead. I get it, though, too much effort to take from your beloved and handsome host.”
Maybe a dog, then. That would be a pretty wicked memory for the Walrider to bring back, too.
Miles rinsed out the pot and wiped off the fork he used, and started to strip. “We won’t even be in town for two hours. Murkoff loses another little chess piece. And then...more driving. Ugh. I hope the techie’s putting his computer skills to work. You think he can hack shit like bank accounts?”
A pang of rage.
“Shut up. I’m always gonna be mad about the Jeep, but I can’t...entirely blame him. Probably could’ve toned down the dramatic rescue a bit.”
Undershirt. Boxers. He doesn’t like going shirtless anymore, not with the scars of an empty clip scattered all over his chest. Miles practically threw himself on the mattress to bury himself under dusty blankets. Death is chilly.
Always just a little cold. It was inescapable.
“Yeah, if rich people don’t have those damn purse dogs, they have those giant ass monsters that practically are bears. There’s no in between.”
The public access show muttered just a little louder than the static in his head and permeating his limbs. It’s the only thing that made sleep possible in his deeply addled condition. “Guess this is goodnight.”
Silence.
“Fine, If you can find any of that garbage, you can put on the muppets AFTER I pass out.”
And there was a swirl of affection at that.
“Not gonna give me a goodnight unless you get what you want. Real classy.”
Running again in less than 24 hours, as much as he wanted to stop. Couldn’t stop until they were all dead, though, and get some peace. That could take lifetimes the pace he’s chipping at their staff, but it’s all he can think to do other than disappear completely.
It’s a distant hope that he can one day be okay.
At least tonight, he can pretend to be okay.
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Houseguest: Chapter Six
FFN II AO3
Summary: Early morning meetings and broken bones don't mix well.
Chapter Six: Painkillers and Espresso
The sound of loud clanking and an even louder curse drew Steve to the kitchen the next morning rather than heading into the gym like he'd planned on doing. He found Tony Stark, half dressed in what looked like would eventually be a three piece suit, the missing cuff links leaving the sleeves hanging open around his wrists, and hopping awkwardly on his uninjured foot. He swiped for a pill bottle on the counter and dry swallowed one before looking over towards Steve. "Yeah, laugh it up. I know I look funny."
"You should probably see a doctor about your foot if it's hurting that bad this morning."
"He'll just tell me to stay off of it, and I don't have time. It's fine. Not even swollen, just sore." Toast popped up from the toaster and Tony grabbed the slice, taking a bite out of it plain. "You still planning on sticking around?"
Tony changed subjects about as fast as he talked, and sometimes it took Steve just a beat longer to keep up, all the while trying to make sure he hadn't missed something. "As long as you're not kicking me out."
"I thought we covered that last night…. Anyway, I'm heading into the office this morning. If you're game for tagging along I thought we could drop by the site after I'm done."
"You're going in to work?" Steve asked, and he was relatively certain his expression matched his tone.
"Yeah."
"You know you look like you lost a round in a side alley, right?"
Tony reached up, fingers brushing lightly against the visible cuts and bruises on his face. "They know who I am. It's fine. I have an R&D meeting."
Steve opened his mouth to argue, but shut it again. Trying to convince him was pointless and had proven to do more harm than good. He sighed. "You're not going to listen to me if I tell you you'll regret pushing yourself, are you?"
Tony hobbled his way over to the coffee pot that had signaled it was done and poured himself a mug of it to take on the go. "Look at that. You can teach an old man."
"Funny."
"Yep. How quick can you be ready?"
"Give me ten minutes?" He received a wave in response as Tony turned his attention to limping around the kitchen and getting ready. Steve hesitated only half a moment until he was sure the other man wasn't going to land in a heap on the floor before starting back to his room to get ready.
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For all the strain that his body must have been under, Tony hid it exceptionally well. Steve wasn't sure if he should be impressed or concerned, but whichever it was it didn't change that he looked much sturdier on his feet by the time they were walking into the monstrosity of an office building that was, apparently, Stark Industries' Los Angeles headquarters. The plan was simple: the meeting shouldn't take more than a couple of hours and Steve would use that time to access the footage that could be salvaged from the newly destroyed Stark facility's security cameras as well as the video that Tony's Iron Man suit had recorded during the battle. All of that would be made available on Tony's secure systems in his office that he still kept, even if rarely used.
They met a man that Tony introduced as Happy Hogan at the door who gave Tony a once over before looking like he knew fussing over him would a losing battle. Instead Hogan - Tony and Pepper's personal security, he explained, and yes, he knew how useless it was to be Tony's security these days - led Steve through the lobby, past a giant portrait of a much older Howard Stark than Steve had ever gotten to know, and up the stairs.
The office was bare, a few boxes in the corner and a desk against a wall. There was nothing about the room that indicated that it was ever used at all, except for a computer on the desk that Hogan had to access for him. "Jarvis is linked up, so he should be able to find anything for you that you need."
"Thanks."
Hogan turned to leave, pausing just a few steps away before turning. "You know, when Pepper told me that Tony had a buddy come into town, didn't even cross my mind it could be you. I mean, he hated… uh…"
"Hated me," Steve prompted, not really wanting the confirmation, but the level of awkward radiating from Hogan after sticking his foot in his mouth was painful.
"Not you, necessarily." He glanced towards the door as if making sure Tony hadn't popped up without warning. "His old man used to talk about you all the time, from what he said. Drove him nuts. I guess I just wouldn't have thought you two would click with all of that."
"Well, clicking may be a little overstated, but I, uh… I don't know. He's certainly proved to be more than he looks like at first glance."
"It takes a while to get to know Tony. I've worked for him for over fifteen years. He's a good man."
"I'm starting to see that," Steve acknowledged softly. "He reminds me of his dad."
"I wouldn't tell him that."
Steve barked a laugh, shaking his head. "Yeah, I caught onto that. I feel like we both knew two different Howards. If I hadn't seen the name on the plaque I never would have recognized the portrait of Howard down there. The man I knew was -"
"Younger?"
"Full of life. A little wild. A lot wild," he corrected with another laugh. "And obnoxious. He always knew he was the smartest man in the room and wanted to make sure everybody else knew too." A fond smile tugged at his lips with the memories. "But his heart was in the right place."
"Sounds a lot like Tony," Hogan said, and Steve couldn't help but feel like he'd passed a test of some kind. "Have Jarvis buzz me if you need anything. Well, anything not techy. I'm not great with that."
"You and me both," Steve muttered, half to himself as the other man left him alone. "Okay, Jarvis, let's get started."
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He didn't typically choose to take pain medication. There wasn't much he could do if he was unconscious when a doctor decided to dose him, but if it was his call, he tended to avoid the fog that the meds soaked his brain in. With the way he'd been limping around that morning, though, he knew he couldn't avoid taking something. If he tried to hop around to avoid putting pressure on his injured foot he felt it through every cracked rib and in his injured wrist when he reached out to catch himself each time that he inevitably lost balance and went tumbling to the side. That was no way to conduct an R&D meeting, so he'd dug through his medicine cabinet until he found a pill bottle that wasn't years out of date and had swallowed a half dose to take the edge off and get him through the day. It worked, and might have even worked as intended if he'd had more than half a piece of toast and a thermos of coffee for breakfast that morning.
Tony felt his head start to swim during the first presentation. Several of his lead engineers were pitching their project ideas to him so he could decide which ones he wanted to sign off on and which ones were dead before they left the gate. He sent an intern for a cup of black coffee by the second, thought he caught most of the third, but it was the fourth that he really started to fade on.
"Mr Stark?"
He blinked hard. Had his eyes been closed? Shit. They had, and they weren't focusing very well now. He blinked rapidly to clear them and the young engineer that was giving his presentation looked part nervous and part irritated. Tony wasn't quite sure which one was going to win out as he straightened in his chair and cleared his throat. "Huh? Right…. Sorry." He'd heard something. He knew he had. Something about a hologram, connecting to the brain…. No. Yes. The hippocampus. Memories. He leaned forward and massaged the bridge of his nose. "So you're wanting to tap into memories…"
"And project them, yes. The applications are limitless. With just the right touch, you could create an entire visible world just from someone's memories, project it, and -"
"Interesting. What was your name again?"
The man - likely the head of his team - looked like Tony had taken a physical swing at him for half a second before regaining his composure. "Beck. Quinton Beck."
"I like it, Beck. Put together your cost projections and -"
"I've got those," Beck cut him off.
"Fantastic. Get them to my secretary and we'll get started." He checked his watch. "Great session, guys. I have another meeting to get to. Anything we didn't cover just… I don't know, leave it on my desk or something." He needed more coffee. Maybe a few shots of espresso. In an energy drink. That sounded like a plan.
Thankfully no one fought him too hard on slipping out early. Tony made a beeline for the coffee cart that he'd had opened in the cafeteria years before, feeling every step from his battered foot up through his still-throbbing head. He ordered a large of the most caffeinated drink that they could make before slowly limping his way up to his office.
He found Steve Rogers with his gaze fixed on the computer screen. The blond looked up as he shuffled across the room, looking him up and down. "You okay?"
"I'll live," Tony answered. "Whatcha got?"
"JARVIS is running a few searches for me, but uh… I'm curious. What's this?"
He turned the screen around and Tony saw something that had absolutely nothing to do with the case they were working on. "Those are the plans for the rebuild of Stark Tower," he said slowly, uncertain how Steve had even managed to stumble into those plans. The man was far from tech savvy, which meant JARVIS had likely steered him in that direction while he waited on something else. He really needed to have a candid talk with his AI system about boundaries.
"These rooms have our names on them," Rogers prompted and Tony delayed the expected response by taking a long drink from his coffee cup. It wasn't like he could drain the whole thing, though. Eventually Cap would expect an answer.
Tony cleared his throat. "That's, uh… What I talked to you guys about. The remodel crew needed an answer so I told them just to go with it. I thought someone would, you know, say something about it. Guess they'll just be neat rooms now. It's fine. No harm."
Blond brows drew together. "What do you mean talked to us about?"
"At lunch after the whole… space invasion… thing. Or dinner. Whatever. Shawarma."
Cap stared at him for a long moment, his gaze becoming more and more confused. "Tony…. I have zero memory of you talking about, well, anything while we were eating."
"I went on for like, ten or fifteen minutes about it!"
"Nothing. Sorry."
"Seriously?"
"We were all exhausted, Tony. A few of us concussed."
"I guess that's fair…" He ran his hand through his dark hair, thinking back on the day. Yeah. He had a few gaping holes in his memory too. If anyone else had said anything while they were eating, he had no idea.
"So you designed… whole living spaces for us in the tower without even knowing if anybody would take you up on it?"
Tony ducked his head. "Yeah, it was stupid. The contractors needed an answer…."
"That's amazing, Tony."
"Huh?"
"You redesigned the entire tower for… us. Even if there isn't an us right now."
"Thought there might be again. Someday. I don't know, it was a dumb idea."
Cap snorted and Tony was having to fight the urge to find any excuse to run out the door. "It's a compliment. I don't know anybody else that would do that."
"We made a good team."
"We did." He could feel Cap's gaze on him and he finally met it. "We still do. It's a good idea."
Tony cleared his throat hard. "What'd you find about my thieves? Anything?"
"Not a lot that it looked like you didn't already have, according to JARVIS." Tony tilted his head in question. "Just some information about our Ms Mira. Should we forward that over to the police -?"
"Nah. They've likely got it all by now. JARVIS didn't find anything in any databases that they couldn't get their hands on."
"Exactly what kind of databases does JARVIS search?" Steve asked, his tone not quite accusatory, but Tony flashed him a charming grin nonetheless, turning for the door.
"All the useful ones. C'mon. I need another espresso and then we can head out. Apparently painkillers make you sleepy. Who knew?"
He paused when he didn't hear Cap follow immediately and found the blond man still seated as his desk, that icy blue gaze fixed on him. "We should at least touch base with the police. Aren't you already stepping on their toes? Captain Ito-"
Tony squared his shoulders a little, doing his best to suppress the grimace that threatened at the movement. "I gave Captain Ito his arrest that he wanted. The rest of it - the weapons that might come out of it - that's my business."
"Tony..."
"Not everything's an alien-invasion level threat, Cap, but if people could get hurt because of a breach in the company's… in my security set up, that's where Iron Man steps in. That's why I built the suit. If you're not comfortable with that, fine. It's my fight. I can get you a ride back to the house."
There was a long moment of silence and just as Tony was ready to call Happy to have him take Steve back to Malibu, the other man heaved a sigh and stood. "I'm not going to leave you without backup."
"I do just fine on my own every other day, Cap."
"But you don't have to. Not today. I told you I'd help and I will."
It wasn't exactly a glowing endorsement of his methods, but there was something to be said about Steve having his back anyway. If Tony wasn't careful, it was something that he could get used to.
"Okay," he murmured softly, pushing hard at the thoughts before they threatened to spill over into visible emotion, and he turned back to the door. "Waiting on you now, Stars and Stripes."
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TBC
Notes: Funny story, about the time I was trying to figure out what kind of injuries I could give Tony without incapacitating him I dropped something on my foot and broke some of the tiny bones there. Apparently I just needed to vent some of my pain out through Tony :P
Also, anyone notice the up-and-coming (though very prissy) engineer on Tony's team?
Next Time: Tony pushes Captain Ito too far and Ito pushes back.
#MCU fanfiction#Tony Stark#Steve Rogers#Iron Man#Captain America#Happy Hogan#and a brief appearance from#Quinton Beck
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hey so my friends and i just finished a two-year campaign and i thought i'd share the masterlist of quotes we amassed:
Quotes List
Breakdown:
Rudy = MC, game master
Jien = Alex
Claire = Fantasia
Lily = Verkat
Kera = Plath
Julia = Mick
Any other names are NPCs
“I’M IN MOURNING, YOU CUNT.” - Fantasia
“If Alex dies, do we get a bigger cut?” - Mick (this did not age well)
“Who told you? Codix? If Codix told you I’m going to burn down his bar.”
“Of course Codix told me.”
“I’m going to burn down his bar.”
“I got my muscle grafts I’m going to use to kill Dr. Dank.” - Verkat
“His name is…..”
“Pokemon Minecraft.”
“That phrase activated my fight-or-flight response.”
“And if I don’t come back...get a haircut.”
“I just tested Marshie’s object permanence with a blueberry.” - Rudy’s dad
“What kind of Celeste bullshit is this?” - Jien ooc
“I’m famous enough to have haters who commit terrorist attacks.” - Fantasia
“Hoziershmurderr” - Julia, having a stroke
“Hopefully this won’t be my one bad roll of the night.” - Lily
*rolls two 1s, has a -1 to the stat for a total of 1*
“You just had to fuck yourself on this huh.” - Julia
“You two are not the Daphne of this group.” - Rudy to Mick/Alex
“It’s…..it’s my family…..in tanks…….God I need booze….I need to go to a hospital.” - Mick, definitely going into shock
“Oh, you want me now, huh? You need me? I’m useful to you, bitch? Huh?” - Mick, hyped up on painkillers
“I need you to jack out as all of the ICE in the world descends upon you two.” - Rudy
*taser shortens out* “FUCK”
*retinal scanner works* “that’s WORSE”
Ways we’ve mispronounced Bugey’s name: Bougie, Buoy, Buggy
“There was never a pee tape.”
“I know.”
“I think my wife’s cheating on me.” - NPC
“She probably is. We all have stuff going on.” - Fantasia
“I am covered in soot and not having a good time.” - Mick
“A giant hole opens beneath you. What do you do?” - Rudy
“Fall?!” - Jien
“Let us IN, you FUCKNUT.” - Fantasia
“Would you like some banana bread? NO! It’s MINE.” - Plath, playing Bad Cop during an interrogation
“Sippy….sippy….sippy…” - Julia after volunteering for 12 hours
“You brought enough food for me to care.” - Fantasia
“I’m calling space twitter ‘Twinkle.’” - Jien
“No, you are not.” - Rudy
“Teach me, I’m going to a wedding this weekend and I want to floss.” - Rudy’s dad being the GOAT
“I don’t want to get into a situation I can’t kill my way out of.” - Fantasia
“Be the clickbait villain you want to see in the world” - Julia ooc
“My wine request is blue raspberry vodka” - Fantasia
“There’s this great movie that my great-great-great-great-grandmother used to tell me all about.” - Plath
“A Christmas Prince?” - Claire ooc
“Are you just gonna sit there? Like a little bitch?” - Sam
“What is it like to have a dad?” - Fantasia
*scream* - Julia & Kera
“Of course this place is Worm’s bar, have you seen this shithole?” - Fantasia
“No one owes me anything. I’m just everyone’s bitch.” - Julia
“What do I owe you? A handy?” - Fantasia
“I love Pad Thai and Aasimar.” - Jien
Other names for Anakin Kera said during her sudden 5 minute rant on the Prequels:
Anaskin
Allstate
Anastar
Anaheim
“Why aren’t you swallowing?”
“My mouth is dry, is your mouth dry?”
“I don’t have a mouth.”
“I got her an orange-cranberry scone and chamomile on CRACK.”
“I have a lot of farts...smart, techie friends.” - Fantasia
“What do you want to do that you haven’t done yet?”
“Kill myself in front of a live studio audience. I think that’d send a neat message.” - Fantasia
“I want my dumb bitch juice.”
“Monkey brain’s like, ‘eat the sparkle berry.’” - Kera
"Verkat is the only source of power" - Rudy
“I go into Verkat.” - Alex
“I lean down and I start singing one of my hit songs.” - Fantasia
“We have to start at the beginning, and then go to the end, and then stop.” - Rudy as an NPC
*Mick sets off an alarm”
“Ignore that.” - Fantasia
“She just violated my anime protection shield.” - Dr. Dank
“I don’t want to hear your My Little Pony anime lore.” - Julia ooc
“I feel like a lot of my anger towards you wasn’t just because you were a bitch.” - Fantasia
“I LOVE YA JENNY!!!” - Plath
“I recommend you all leave.”
“We can’t get out.”
“If we survive this I will make so many muffins for all you motherfuckers.” - Plath
“If I’m not out of that room in two hours, the company’s yours.”
“Yeah, what’s left of it”
“Is tumblr still a thing?”
“Tumblr won’t be a thing tomorrow.”
“Your husband came in to see if you were here. I told him you’re fucking the milkman.”
“I’m sorry. I thought the NPC was fuckable.”
“Sim-1, this is so sad, play ‘How to Save a Life.’ by The Fray.” - Jien
“I have a bunch of cats to look over. We all have hidden things.” - Claire
“I’m a slut for cinematic bookending.” - Julia
“I know we’re playing fast and loose….”
“Me.”
“We hit up the future sci-fit Hot Topic.”
“That’s just Hot Topic.”
“Oh, we’re in endgame endgame.”
“It’s like Home Alone meets Ex Machina.”
“What song does Fantasia sing in our hour of need?”
“You’re gonna make me feel bad when Exalted dies.”
Exalted dies literally two minutes later
“Your podcast empire ends here.”
“We fucking hotwire a rocket.”
“Is this a board game?”
“This is hell.”
“I wonder how this game would go if we rolled higher than a 6 at any given time.” - Julia ooc
#tabletop rpg#roleplaying#friends!!!#tw suicude#Julien#feat. rudy#sorry it's long tumblr is a failed platform and idk how to code
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