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daughterofcain-67 · 5 months

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𝐄𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 (pt. 6)

(Beau Arlen x Female Reader)

(masterlist)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Beau is working restlessly to get you back and it’s killing him that it’s already been several hours with no sign of you. Agent Sampson is doing his best to remind Beau to keep a level head so Beau could get you back sooner rather than later. Meanwhile, you are doing everything you can to persevere and think of a way put of your situation with the limited recourses you have- which is next to none.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: kidnapping, TW: implications of non-con (no graphic detail), mild violence, i think that’s it?

You knew that several hours had gone by since you were taken from your home. That meant today was the anniversary of your husband’s death. What a hell of a day to spend it, being kidnapped and potentially taken out of the country within a couple of days. You still had yet to formulate any plans of escape.

The worst part is that you knew if you didn’t get out of this mess, you’d likely never see Beau again. That and you had plans for a movie night with him that weekend. Plans that were gone with the wind by now if you weren’t able to escape.

You wondered if Beau had told Cadence yet. You wondered what exactly he told her. You wondered if she’d be able to handle the news, if she would be okay. You hoped that she wouldn’t worry too much or she would find some way to distract herself from what was going on. She was your little sister and you hated when she worried about you. To be frank, you hated when anyone worried about you. Obviously you couldn’t exactly blame anyone for worrying about you with the situation you’re in now.

You were leaned back against the wall of the basement and you looked down at your wrists. These handcuffs weren’t your biggest concern. If you were lucky you could wiggle your wrists out of them. Then again you’ve tried that for the first couple of hours and the skin on your wrists was already cut and scabbed. You’d handle your wrists again soon but for now you were trying to think of how to get the chain off your ankle.

A part of you was glad you were barefooted when they took you. You thought that pulling your foot out would be difficult with shoes and socks on. The other part of you wished you had some shoes though because you felt like your toes were freezing. It’s not like they had a heater in this particular basement.

“Come on, think. You’ve watched cop shows once in a while, and Beau’s talked about cases where captives have escaped before. You can do this.” You spoke to yourself. However, you didn’t exactly have bobby pins in your hair or paper clips so you could pull one of those moves like you’ve seen in the movies where people pick their way out of their shackles.

All you could really do at the moment was wait. Be patient, continue to wiggle your limbs until you were free but who knew how long that would take. And unfortunately, patience was not exactly your strong suit.

Suddenly you heard the door open and when you glanced up, you saw the King. Andre was there without his mask and he had a crown pin on the top left corner of his blazer jacket. He looked so different compared to the first day that the two of you met.

“What do you want.” You glared and Andre hummed a little.

“I just wanted to talk, Sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me that.”

Andre sighed a little before he walked towards you. You wished you had some kind of superpower to just teleport out of here, or maybe even make yourself invisible. If you could shrink and disappear into the wall, you would. Anything to just avoid the man in front of you. Obviously you couldn’t do that though.

“Aren’t you in the wrong position to be giving demand’s like that?” He asked but then Andre looked down and saw how your wrists were starting to scab over and he tilted his head a little.

“I suppose its a good thing those cuffs aren’t any bigger.” The chuckle he let out made you feel sick to your stomach.

“What did you want to talk about so we can just get this bit over with.”

“Touchy touchy. I was just going to suggest that… maybe you can work for me personally. That way you don’t have to go out of the country soon and be sold off as a slave. You could be here although… you would have to give your business to me, and not have any contact with your little sheriff friend.” He said.

“There’s no way I’d give in to something like that. That business would go to Cadence before it could ever go to someone like you.”

“Cadence… you know, she would have made a good candidate too for this little operation. She’s such a sweetheart.”

“Shut up.” You seethed and he squatted down in front of you before he reached out, the next thing you knew he had your jaw in his hands and you could feel his fingertips keeping a firm hold of your face.

“If you were smart, you’d watch your tone with me.” He said and you spat in his face.

His eyes darkened as he let out low growl of disapproval, “You’ll pay for that. And you’ll pay dearly. So be a dear and keep quiet.”

Your eyes widened when he gripped at your shirt and tore the material….

Cadence took the news pretty hard, just like Beau knew that she would. It killed him to see the way her face fell when she found out her sister was taken. All he could really advise her to do was close up the cafe if she didn’t have anyone to keep it open for her if she needed time away.

Much to Beau’s surprise though, Cadence agreed to keep the cafe open and just keep working. Cadence said you would have wanted her to be strong for your sake. Although she did agree to take the first couple of days off just to see if you would come home and you would have someone to go home to.

After he met up with Cadence and took her home, Beau went right back to the office to find out if Hoyt or Poppernack have found anything, or even if Agent Sampson was making himself useful. He swore that if the FBI were going to drag their feet on this he may end up having to take care of everything himself, or get Cassie to help him out since she didn’t have the same rules as the FBI.

Once he pushed the doors open he saw that some other agents were there, no doubt a part of Harlen Sampson’s team.

“Pompernickle!” Beau called and looked around only to see a hand raised up.

“Right here, Boss!”

Beau walked over and stood behind the deputy at his desk, “Please tell me you’ve found something to get to Sampson.”

“Actually, the fingerprints we found over at Irene’s place did in fact match the ones that were at Y/N’s house. We just got the results from the database. Somebody was slacking here in Montana.” He said.

“And who’s that supposed to be?”

“Our guy Ace? He wasn’t the only one at you houses. There were two sets of prints. We found out that this Ace guy is related to your Andre fella. A cousin, actually. His name is Matvey, or simply Mat, Bolkonsky. Related on the paternal side.” Poppernack said just as Agent Sampson walked up.

“Another Bolkonsky, huh? He was born and raised Russian and he tried to move down here when Andre’s father started their so called jewelry company. Turns out he wasn’t really the best of the bunch and he was charged with drug dealing. He ended up getting a kid killed with those drugs about seven years ago. Naturally he was charged with second degree murder, unfortunately he got out for good behavior with parole. And we haven’t heard anything on him since, although he has been a suspect for other gang related activities and I don’t think murder and kidnapping is out of his range.” The agent said.

“So what does that mean? If he’s here and he’s with Andre, we can go over to Andre’s place and ask about aiding a suspect if he was the one that did kidnap Y/N right? Well what are we waiting for?” Beau said.

“Legitimate proof that Andre was there too. We’re waiting on the results for the second set of fingerprints. We also need to consider the idea that Andre may not have known about this.” Agent Sampson replied and Beau’s hands turned into fists.

“You’re kidding me, right? To me this sounds like enough to at least have an interview with the guy since you’re so intent on doing this by the book. We’ve gone on less even if this is circumstantial.” The sheriff reminded.

“If I may say something,” Poppernack chimed in, “If you do have that interview with him, there is a reason. He was the last known person to have seen Y/N after all so if we propose it as simply routine questions to cross him off the list as a suspect, he may be cooperative.”

“I’m on it.” Beau said and was about to walk past the desk.

“You aren’t going by yourself. Someone like you is going to go there and bite his head off and ruin everything. I’ll be going with you.” Agent Sampson said.

“No offense, Agent, but I’m pretty damn good at my job and I know what the hell I’m doing. I’ve been in this job long enough to know how to handle a situation like this. I’m not some damn rookie.”

“Fine, but I’m still going with you so it at least looks good on the papers. It is technically the FBI’s case still and we want these guys to go away for good. So try to keep that in mind while you’re trying to keep your cool.” He reminded as he walked out of the door.

Beau just glared at the agent. He knew Sampson was right about doing this by the book, but it still ticked him off. He wasn’t about to waste time on this. Sure he’ll do this by-the-book interview. But the moment things go south, Beau may need to make some plans to conduct an interview all on his own.

The sheriff went to his car and the agent ended up following him to the vehicle and they got in.

“Listen, I know you’re angry and I don’t know what kind of connection you have to the… captive.” Beau could hear the agent begin to speak, “I’ve been where you are with my wife before. It’s vital to keep your head on straight.”

“Thanks for the words of wisdom.” Beau rolled his eyes and started his car.

“I’m serious, Arlen. I lost control and nearly lost my wife for good because the perps almost got away with nothing but a slap on the wrist. That’s why we need to get this done right.”

The sheriff looked down at his steering wheel for a moment. Of course he could at least take the words into consideration, but he knew that you were too important to lose. And if this Bolkonsky business were to go south, being too slow with the law may get you lost just as fast as recklessness.

“Let’s just focus on getting Y/N back to her sister. Andre’s our first stop and hopefully we’ll come across another lead like surveillance of Mat participating in suspicious activity.”

Forty-six minutes…

That worst forty-six minutes of your life and you had counted every second if it just to keep from screaming. You didn’t know what Andre was capable of if you ignored his warning and tried to scream or make any sounds.

“Well… I don’t think the clients will mind slightly used goods. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a business to run.” Andre said as he pulled up his pants.

You couldn’t make direct eye contact with this man after what he had done. Your everything ached but you were glad it was finally over.

Andre was nothing but scum of the earth, and even after what happened… you were trying so hard to be strong. But after those forty-six minutes, you were beginning to wonder what the point of strength was if something like this could happen no matter how patient or optimistic a person tried to be.

Then you heard a phone ringing, of course it was Andre’s. When he answered you could see the slightly annoyed features on his face.

“Hello, Sheriff. How can I be of assistance?” He asked.

Your eyes widened.

Beau was on the phone. He was really looking for you! He was looking for you right? You weren’t imagining all of this?

You had to do something, now was your chance! Andre didn’t take your mouth up or anything so you had to do something. This could be your only shot!

“Beau! He has me in some basement! He could go after Cade-“ a harsh stinging erupted on your face from where Andre smacked you.

“Oh no, Sheriff. That’s just some movie I’m watching at a friends house. He has a weird and nearly concerning taste in film. I can come and meet you to talk about the date in just a few moments. Let’s say… Tonya and Donno’s place? I’ve heard they have some great sandwiches. My treat.” Andre said.

The charm that Andre tried to have made you cringe. How disgusting did this man have to be to think he could use charisma like that after what he just did. And how stupid did he think that Beau was?

“Uh huh… I see. My cousin? Oh I didn’t even know he was in town. I suppose great minds of the family think alike. We’ll discuss this more when we aren’t on the phone. If we talked about everything now we’d just be limited to small talk and that’s always awkward.” He laughed.

When the phone call was done, Andre turned and glared at you.

“You’re worried about your sister that much, huh? Well maybe we ought to give you something to worry about now that you may have ruined everything by screaming.” He promised.

Then he walked out of the basement door, locking you up once again.

Your mind started racing. You hoped to what’s god was out there that Beau really did hear you. But on the other hand, you were terrified for your sister’s safety. What if Andre really would send his crew to go after Cadence like they did to you?

You couldn’t have your baby sister go through the same thing you’ve endured. You refused to let that happen.

“Please, Beau… if you heard me at all, send someone to the house to keep Cadence safe.” You pleaded, even though you knew there was no one listening.

You felt something roll down your cheek and when you lifted your cuffed hands to your face, you felt tears. You didn’t realize you were crying and honestly you thought you were a little dehydrated to do that. You supposed you were wrong but maybe the moment Andre mentioned your sister put things a little more into perspective.

“I have to get out of here.” You vowed and looked at your scabbed wrists and started to try and wiggle out of them yet again but you had even more of a reason to escape, more of a reason to try.

Hey guys, I know this chapter was a bit more intense than the previous. But I hope you enjoyed so far. Thank you to those of you who have been commenting, reblogging and liking these chapters. I really appreciate it! Love you all!

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justlookfrightened · 9 months

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Invisibility

A teeny Zimbits ficlet

“Hmm. Jack, if you could have a superpower, what would it be?”

Bitty looked up from his phone to ask the question of Jack, who was making an omelet for breakfast. It was one of Jack’s favorite things, to cook for Bitty, especially when there was a morning when they could both sleep (or not-sleep) in, and then cook and sit and eat and drink coffee and clean up together before even considering starting their day.

“I don’t know,” Jack said. “Mind reading, maybe? So people wouldn’t be so confusing all the time.”

Bitty considered the mess of motivations that had made him do anything from adding ginger to a peach pie to kissing Jack on the ice after he won the Stanley Cup.

“I’m not sure knowing what people are thinking would make things less confusing, sweet pea,” Bitty said.

“What about you?” Jack asked. “What superpower would you have?”

“Invisibility,” Bitty replied immediately.

“You didn’t even think about that,” Jack said. “Anyway, why would you want to be invisible?”

“Why not?” Bitty said. “If you’re invisible, no one can hurt you.”

“Huh.” Jack gave a dissatisfied sort of grunt, and turned back to the eggs.

Bitty didn’t know why Jack was bothered. He’d always thought invisibility would be the best superpower for him, ever since he first considered the question.

He’d been in high school, clinging to the end of the bench at the lunch table where all the misfits sat. Well, the misfits-but-not-outcasts. It had a couple of band geeks, the one cheerleader who never sat with the rest, the kid who was always the stage manager and never on stage for the drama productions. The only student in Bitty’s class who played on the rec league hockey team had invited Bitty to join them, and Bitty was doing his best to not be relegated (again) to outcast status.

One of the girls — Bitty thought it was the cheerleader, but his memory might be faulty — had read the question out of a quiz in a magazine, and most people had answered things like flying or having super strength or x-ray vision.

Then someone said they’d like to be invisible, in order to do whatever they wanted and never get caught, and Bitty had thought the idea of not being seen sounded like a kind of heaven. Not that he wanted to avoid the blame for any misdeeds; he just didn’t want to be seen. If the football players couldn’t see him, they couldn’t push him into lockers or trip him near the top of the stairs. His Algebra II teacher couldn’t call him to the front of the room to solve impossible problems. If Coach couldn’t see him, he couldn’t “playfully” cuff him on the back of the head and ask when he’d find a girlfriend.

He’d miss his mama’s hugs, he thought. But maybe the power would allow him to be visible when he wanted to be, or maybe mama would just understand, and hug him when he told her he was there.

Ever since then, “invisibility” had been his stock answer to the superpower question. Even though there were no longer any football players dogging his steps, the idea of going through life unobserved, and thus uncriticized, had a more than passing appeal.

Apparently, his answer sparked more than passing thoughts in Jack, who brought it up as soon as breakfast was ready.

“I’d really miss being able to see you, bud,” Jack said.

“Yeah?” Bitty asked, purposely looking up at Jack through his eyelashes. “See something you like?”

“Always,” Jack said, “But I didn’t mean like that. I meant, I don’t like the idea of a world where you just disappeared. And I don’t understand how you can say you would want that, either. You’re always out there, whether it’s online or on the ice. You figure skated. You did a sport where, literally, everyone was looking at you because you were the only one to look at.”

“And I stopped doing that sport, because when people noticed, they decided I’d make a good tackling dummy,” Bitty said. “Figure skating was different. When I was on the ice, I was alone, and no one could get to me. No one could touch me. And when I make videos online, it’s kind of the same. No one can hurt me. Even if someone is rude in the comments, I can block them and move on. Aren’t there times you would have liked to be invisible, with the way people have invaded your privacy?”

“Sure, sometimes,” Jack answered. “But not for long. And I remember that the problem is their behavior, not my existence.”

“I never said I didn’t want to exist,” Bitty said. “I just want people to leave me alone.”

“Even me?” Jack’s voice was small.

“Never you,” Bitty said. “Well … there were some times my freshman year. But not now. I want people to live my life and keep their nastiness to themselves. And my life includes you.”

“That’s good,” Jack said. “And for the record, I think it’s good that people can see you. I think they need to see you, because you are strong and determined and good. Sorry if that sounds corny. I don’t mean it to be. I really believe that you are good, and people need to see that.”

Bitty was nearly tearing up.

“Oh, come on,” Bitty said. “Don’t be so nice to me! You’re gonna make me cry. I do appreciate that’s how you feel. And maybe … maybe it is different now. Now that we’re together, and I don’t feel alone.”

“So, if not invisibility, then what?”

“Have you ever thought about what it would feel like to fly?”

#my fic #omg check please #zimbits

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blues824 · 1 year

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I don't know if the requests are open but if they are can I request the obey me brothers with a violet s/o or as uraraka

(violet from the Incredibles)

(uraraka from mha)

I chose Violet.

Lucifer

When you first arrived, you turned invisible without any warning because you were scared. He already knew about your parentage, so there was no need to hide your identity. It was in your student profile, after all.

You seemed very normal, a typical student. You got good grades and you joined a few extracurricular activities, but you had powers. He was glad that you were able to keep yourself safe from anything because of your ability to create a forcefield or to go invisible.

He thought it was adorable how you were so shy towards him. Sure, he was a demon of immeasurable strength, but it was more sentimental than fear. No, he knew that you loved him, and he loved the fact that you were able to see his pride to do that.

Mammon

He let out a shriek when you first went invisible. Last time he checked, humans weren’t supposed to be able to do that. Lucifer had to explain that your parents had superpowers, and therefore you did as well.

He totally thought you were a nerd. You constantly got some of the best grades in class, helped everyone with their homework, started tutoring others… and you had powers. Eventually, Mammon started going to your tutoring sessions and his grades got a lot better.

He also gets shy around you, so you both often sit there awkwardly. His heart beats so hard when you brush your hand against his as you hand him something. He would never admit it, but you manage to take his undead breath away.

Leviathan

He probably thought you were so freaking cool. It’s not everyday where you are able to meet a normie human who has superpowers, after all. Mans compares you to almost every superhero he has seen in any show or anime.

Levi is smart, and he knows that you’re smart as well. However, he is way too shy to actually ask you for help on his homework. He doesn’t want you to see him as stupid or incompetent, so you would have to be the one to ask him if he needs help.

You both are extremely shy, so it’ll be awkward for the first few weeks. However, if you start showing interest in any of the things he likes, then he would be down on his knees for you. It’s not very often you see a demon so down bad for a human, but here he is and here you are.

Satan

He was definitely surprised when you turned invisible out of fear. Were you perhaps acquainted with magic? After reviewing your student profile, he realizes that you inherit your powers from your parents. How interesting. He might have a book in his library about superhuman genes.

He was relieved to finally meet someone intelligent. He was constantly surrounded by complete idiots, so you were a breath of fresh air for him. He would love to invite you on dates to the library so that you two could study for upcoming tests and exams.

Satan loves to tease you for being shy, often making you talk to him instead of saving you the trouble. You could say that the only reason why he is currently alive is just so he can see you stutter and glance around nervously when you’re around him. He’s glad to know that you genuinely do love him.

Asmodeus

He thought you were absolutely adorable. Seeing you go invisible because you were scared just fueled your cuteness factor. He just squealed and tried to look for you within the room because he figured you would still be there.

He also struggles with his grades, so he will definitely go to you for help. He gets to spend even more time with his beloved Y/N, so why wouldn’t he? Well, when he found out that you were actually going to make him study, he was a tad upset… but this was your way of telling him that you cared for him, right?

Asmo also loves teasing you because he loves to see you struggle to have a full conversation while dealing with his lovey-dovey antics. He just wants to love and hold you! He would say as you stutter while trying to tell him that he needs to study.

Beelzebub

He dropped his food when he saw you go invisible for the very first time. Sure, anyone in your situation would be absolutely terrified… but not everyone would completely disappear. He later told you that he thought it was awesome, but he wouldn’t treat you any differently because of it.

I think he does pretty decently in class, he’s just always hungry so it’s hard for him to pay attention. He would love to have you tutor him because he loves you and you always have enough snacks prepared beforehand.

He thinks you’re cute when you get flustered around him. He didn’t know that he had this effect on you, and to be honest you have somewhat of an effect on him. You just loving him made his hunger satiated unlike any food he had ever eaten before.

Belphegor

You had wandered up to the attic invisibly as you heard the seventh demon call out for someone to help him get out of the room he was locked up in. He let out a yelp of surprise when you became visible out of nowhere.

When he attacked you, it was more because he was blinded by rage that was directed towards his brothers. He was secretly relieved when you created a forcefield around yourself because that meant he couldn’t do any serious damage.

Most of the time, he’s asleep. But that doesn’t mean he can’t hear you shyly asking if he was awake. He has heard you confess multiple times, and he’s happy that his love for you is returned, even if you couldn’t say it while he was awake.

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panlight · 7 months

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What would each shifter have as an enhanced trait or superpower if they each got one like vampires do?

It seems like Jacob would definitely have a power, being the direct descendent of Ephraim Black. What that would be, though . . . hmm. Maybe a healing power? Given his talent for fixing/repairing things, and how his presence helped Bella heal in New Moon. I'm thinking more physical injuries here; I don't think he could magically cure his dad's diabetes.

Jared has the best eyesight, so that might already be his enhanced thing (like Emmett's strength or Rosalie's beauty), or maybe it goes further into like . . . X-ray vision, or he can 'see' the future like Alice, or make others 'see' things like Zafrina.

Seth would have a happiness aura similar to Didyme, I think. He's just so positive and friendly, he already kind of radiates that vibe. But he's also said to have the best hearing in the pack, so that could be his enhanced thing, or it could go so far as 'hearing' thoughts like Edward.

I feel like Paul has to be super strength because he's a foil to Emmett?

Sam is a foil to Carlisle so perhaps he doesn't have like a psychic power or whatever but can the poor man at least have enhanced patience or something to deal with the general pack chaos and being a dad figure to teens at only 20? Or maybe he just has a sixth sense to know where all the packmates are, even when in human form or something.

Leah's the fastest, so super speed could already be her enhanced thing, or it could go further into like, The Flash or Quicksilver territory.

Not sure about Quil and Embry. Quil was kind of a flirt pre-imprint, maybe he's got some charisma power? And Embry is always having to try and sneak around because (for some reason???) he can't tell his mom what's going on, so maybe he has an invisibility power of some kind?

#asks

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miscling · 4 days

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What superpower would you love to have?

if we're talking already established powers, invisibility. my rogue nature would be helping itself to whatever it wanted, going where it pleased, and doing things it'd normally avoid for being visible.

if we're talking unique powers of my own creation and definition, i'd start by saying i'm a magic type super instead of a physical, psychic, or energy based one.

i've got this concept in my head that's been around for ages of something i've been calling 'dust' which is kinda like a magic-nano-swarm-cloud that i can manipulate to create objects (temporarily or permanently) or even create creatures from (i have a mental image of creating dungeon-keeper-like imps to perform tasks for me, that would be the basic creature type i would make, but i could make other kinds of animals/monsters to suit my moods and needs).

the dust itself can dismantle the things (or people) it envelops for materials, so it doesn't need to be shaped to be useful. using the dust i could hollow out an underground lair or build a castlevania style castle for myself (which would be a queer fortress, naturally). using the creation properties i would craft a not-me decoy to act as though it was using the dust instead of me, in case there was too much heat on my abilities.

my power level comes down to whether or not my cloud of dust is a fixed size or can grow, and the range i can control it from. if it's a fixed size i'm vulnerable to stretching too thin, especially if i only have a small dust cloud, but if it can grow through material absorbtion then there's potential for it to spread at exponential rates as it consumes more and more for the things i wish to create/destroy.

i don't really suit super hero/villain teams, either, being the independent sort that i am. i don't really take orders that i disagree with or don't want to follow, so i'd be on whichever side made the best argument for their plans. if i'm having a really bad day though, it really helps me sleep to think about how i'd use my powers to dismantle the world. i reckon i'd make a really good villain, one of those that's like, really infuriating to the powers that be, and at most inconvenient to regular people (i like to think i'd have good public support).

uh... okay that last paragraph is a little off track, but as you can see, i have given this subject a *lot* of thought (i am a fantasy writer, it'd be more weird if i hadn't, to be honest...)

#miscling answers #oh-eilrahc

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mckinleyrp · 2 months

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Fly or be invisible?

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What’s a current trend you hate right now?

Describe your fashion style.

Do you have any secret talents/hobbies?

Favorite 90s trend?

Who do you want to get to know better in terms of other college students and why?

Tell us a story about an experience that changed your life.

Favorite alcoholic drink? (For those 21+)

What would you say to your younger self right now?

What are your hobbies outside of school?

Who would you say are the least interesting people around Ohio?

What’s your guilty pleasure?

What’s your favorite fast food place?

Rank the glee clubs you know from best to worst and why.

Do you think [ glee club name ] has a shot at Sectionals / Regionals / Nationals?

Give us the soundtrack that describes your life right now.

What’s the worst thing about being in glee?

Favorite Disney movie and why?

What's your favorite childhood memory?

Have you dyed your hair? If so, what color? If not, what kind of color would you go for?

What's your go-to dish at Breadstix?

Tell us your skin care routine.

Do you have any regrets?

What do you like/hate most about Ohio?

Do you believe in karma?

Tell us your guilty pleasure.

What’s your favorite accessory?

Do you feel like you’re the strongest singer?

How do you feel about relationships in this generation?

If you could travel anywhere in the world, where would it be?

Are you more of a fast or slow learner?

What are your favorite spots around Lima or Ohio in general?

What’s your coffee order?

How’s the recruitment process going for glee?

Do you work anywhere?

What’s your relationship status?

Describe your perfect date.

Do you have any favorite video games?

What does your morning routine look like?

What’s your aesthetic revolved around?

If you could switch lives with another person, dead or alive, who would it be and why?

What’s your comfort food?

What gives you the ick?

What’s your go-to cologne/perfume?

Where do you see yourself in 20/10/5 years from now?

What was your last relationship like?

Name us your favorite pop culture moment.

What's your Hogwarts house?

What personality type are you?

What’s the most attractive thing in a person?

What’s your favorite accessory?

Describe 3 relationships with a song.

DRAMA AND GOSSIP TYPE

I heard [ CHARACTER NAME ] has been talking bad about you. Thoughts?

Give us your honest opinion about [ CHARACTER NAME ].

The [ GLEE CLUB NAME ] thinks they can beat you at Sectionals/Regionals/Nationals. How do you feel about that?

Looks like you're getting close to [ CHARACTER NAME ]. A new relationship blossoming?

Tell us a deep secret. Don't worry, we won't tell.

Top 5 hottest students and why.

How does it feel being a loser around campus?

FOR DALTON STUDENTS / WARBLERS

Do you get tired of wearing a blazer everyday?

If you could revamp the uniform, what would you do with it?

What’s it like being part of Dalton Academy? Is it as fun as everyone says it is?

Does it ever get tiring being a Warbler?

Do you have to have amazing dance moves in order to join the Warblers?

FOR MCKINLEY STUDENTS

Does it ever get tiring to deal with Mr. Schue?

What’s it like being part of the New Directions/Troubletones/Duly Noted/Junior Varsity?

How do you feel about Coach Sue trying to get rid of glee or just the arts in general?

How do you feel about the Warblers and/or Vocal Adrenaline?

Do you trust anyone in glee? Or do you think the popular kids only joined because they’re spies?

FOR CARMEL STUDENTS

How does it feel being constant National champions?

Is Shelby Corcoran a good glee director?

What does your routine look like for practice?

Is it true that Dakota Stanley is as worse than everyone says they are?

Is it exhausting being part of Vocal Adrenaline?

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Senjirō: I wish we could stay together forever.

Keigo: Who says we can’t?

Senjirō: Sarah. We could beg until our breath ran out, but she’s never going to let us share a room again.

Keigo: *laughing softly* Oh! I thought you meant together together.

Senjirō: I meant that too, but I was talking about the room. I don’t know if I’ll be okay sleeping alone.

Keigo: Without me?

Senjirō: Yeah. I don’t know if I’ll be okay sleeping without you.

Keigo: You know there’s not much Sarah can actually do about that, right? We can make it look like I’ve moved in with Ryu, but the video crew is never here when we’re in bed, so no one but us knows where we’re really sleeping.

Senjirō: You mean, you’d sneak in here?

Keigo: Who said anything about sneaking? I’ll come in whenever you want me to. Ryu isn’t going to care. I doubt he’d tell on us.

Senjirō: What about Haru and Taiji?

Keigo: They won’t tell either, if they know what’s good for them. I think Haru’s learned his lesson anyway.

Senjirō: I hope so.

Keigo: Let me handle Haru, all right?

Senjirō: I don’t know what it is about him. I can be perfectly reasonable and calm no matter how bad things get, but as soon as he’s involved, I fall apart completely.

Keigo: It’s his superpower. He knows exactly how to get to people, for good or for bad.

Senjirō: It’s a dumb superpower, if you ask me.

Keigo: What do you think would be the best superpower?

Senjirō: Illusion. Like, making people see what you want them to. Or maybe invisibility.

Keigo: I’d pick flying.

Senjirō: Why?

Keigo: ‘Cause, if things got to be too much, I could fly away for a while, and also because it’d be awesome. Wouldn’t you like to see the Mt. Komorebi valley or the peak of Yukimatsu from the sky?

Senjirō: Would you take me?

Keigo: You know I would. I’d carry you in my arms and show you everything, and then I’d take you to a special hidden place nobody’s ever been to before because it can only be seen from the air.

Senjirō: I’m going to write a song about that.

Keigo: Oh?

Senjirō: You know the story about making a thousand paper cranes?

Keigo: If you fold a thousand of them, and you make a wish, it’ll be granted?

Senjirō: Exactly. So, imagine someone makes a thousand paper cranes, and then he wishes for himself and his love to become cranes so they can fly away to a place where nothing and no one can ever come between them.

Keigo: Have I ever told you that you’re a hopeless romantic?

Senjirō: This was your idea.

Keigo: Yeah, but you thought of the cranes, and you’re the one who’s writing a romantic song about it. Pretty impressive for an asexual guy, really.

Senjirō: I do understand what romance is, you know. Just because I’m not into horizontal choreography, that doesn’t mean I can’t be romantic.

Keigo: *smiling* Okay. Point made. I’m sorry. I should know that you know, shouldn’t I?

Senjirō: From firsthand experience.

Keigo: Imagine if there’d be a video for that song. Think they’d let us be the main characters?

Senjirō: I doubt it. They’d choose you and some conventionally beautiful actress.

Keigo: Would you be jealous?

Senjirō: Only if you were into her.

Keigo: Like, if I wanted to… what did you call it? Do some ‘horizontal choreography’? Ask me how much I love that phrase, by the way. I think we should try to incorporate it into a rap.

Senjirō: Think Ryu could rap that lyric with a straight face?

Keigo: No, but Haru could.

Senjirō: You’re right, and his dirty mind would probably love it.

Keigo: Let’s do it, and let’s make it as suggestive as possible. Give the Haru fangirls something new to obsess over. He’ll be so busy preening, he won’t even think about bothering us for a while.

#ts4 #sims 4 #eagames #snowy escape #sugar valentine #Keigo Sasaki #Senjirō Okada #fake boy band #wearesugarvalentine #stargazersims

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its-all-or-nothing94 · 1 year

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Just breathe - Part 3 // Cobra Kai

Masterlist Summary: Lia has to make sure Eli gets to know his worth...

Pairing: Eli (not yet Hawk) Moskowitz x OC

Warnings: Language, bullies, insecurities, fluff and kissing

A/N: And here it's a third :)

Lia stands at her locker the following day at recess when Miguel, Demetri, and Eli approach her. She grins at Eli, who presses a gentle kiss on her cheek.

"Hey," he says, and Demetri raises an eyebrow.

"Hey," she returns, then looks at her two other friends.

"Okay, what did I miss? What's going on with you two?" Demetri asks, and Lia grins as Eli scratches his head in embarrassment.

"Well, we-" Lia begins and then looks at Eli, who presses his lips together in embarrassment and then shrugs. "We kinda are boyfriend and girlfriend now," Lia tells him, and Demetri's eyes widen as Miguel grins.

"What? After all these years, you finally made it?"

"Yep, but keep it down, okay? We don't wanna make a fuss over it," Lia says, and Eli nods.

"Whatever, I'm happy for you guys. So, wanna head to the library?" Demetri then asks, and they all nod. They now have a free period and are working on their homework.

As they sit at a table in the library studying, Miguel tells them what happened to his mother when Lia and Eli left.

"So that's it?" asks Demetri. "No more karate?"

"I guess so," Miguel replies dejectedly.

"It's probably for the best."

"What are you talking about, Demetri? You know that he liked doing it, so why would that be good?" asks Lia, irritated.

"It was starting to boost his confidence," he says, and Lia rolls her eyes. Demetri logic again.

"Isn't that a good thing?" Miguel asks, looking back and forth between Eli and Demetri.

"No. What has confidence ever gotten anybody except for a black eye and their backpack was thrown in the trash?" Demetri then asks, and Lia shakes her head.

"And now we know that you have no idea what you are talking about!" says Lia, rolling her eyes.

"Well, I thought it was kind of cool how you stood up to Kyler," Eli then smiles at Lia, who reciprocates.

"Are you insane?" asks Demetri immediately. "Let me ask you. What is the best superpower anyone could have?"

"Super strength," Miguel says immediately, but Demetri directly interrupts him.

"Wrong. Invisibility. A distant second would be super speed to run away fast."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Lia then asks, still looking at him irritated. She doesn't know what he's getting at.

"Run away from who?" they hear someone say.

"Whom. It's the object of a preposition. Remember English class--" Kyler and his Possy walk in just then.

Eli immediately starts hastily packing up all his things, as does Demetri, but Miguel and Lia only exchange glances. Slowly, Lia also packs her things, sighing.

"And we were just leaving," Demetri says, but Kyler raises his arms invitingly as he briefly looks at them to know who he's dealing with. His gaze lingers on Lia for a moment. He raises an eyebrow provocatively before grabbing Eli.

"Hey, where you going?" he asks, then looks at Eli's face. "Oh, look at this freak."

"Kyler!" says Lia immediately, stepping toward him, but two of his friends stop her.

"What kind of girl would ever kiss this shit?" asks Kyler, and his eyes wander to Lia. "Oh yeah, I forgot... You would, wouldn't you, nerd-bitch?"

"Just leave him alone, Kyler," Lia says a touch more seriously, and Kyler shoves Eli off of him. He then walks up to Lia and stands close to her before looking her in the eyes.

"You had your chance, Tate." He grabs her chin. "You chose your side, and now you must live with it, get it?" He scrutinizes her face. "Well, maybe there would be one thing you could do to convince me to leave your little freak boyfriend alone if you know what I mean."

Lia looks over at Eli, who gives her a pitying look. Then she turns her gaze back to Kyler, still holding her.

She swats his arms away and hits him in the chest with the flat of her hand to make him stagger back and put some distance between them. "Go to hell, Kyler!"

"Ah, I see. Still stepping up for your little freaks, huh? You little bitch!"

"Leave them alone, Kyler," Miguel now interferes, and the attention of Kyler and his friends lands on him.

"What'd you say?" he asks menacingly, walking up to Miguel. "You haven't had enough, 'Rhea? Huh?" Miguel and Kyler engage in an eye duel.

"Miguel," Lia then says, pulling him back a little.

"Yeah. Get the hell out of here, man." Kyler takes the backpack from Demetri. "You don't want this shit." He lifts it over to the trash.

"No, come on, not the trash!" pleads Demetri. "I just threw a...," he's about to say, but Kyler throws the backpack straight into the trash. "yogurt in there."

"Now it's double dip," Kyler says, and he and his friends laugh.

Demetri fishes his backpack out of the trash, now completely soaked in yogurt. "Oh..."

Lia steps over to Demetri and pushes him toward the exit. Her eyes find Eli's, and he looks at her apologetically, but Lia isn't thinking about that right now.

"What a bunch of losers. Dude, I think he was gonna cry," they hear the bullies still saying as they leave the library.

"Shit, I need to get this cleaned up," Demetri growls, trudging toward the restroom.

Miguel looks at his watch and then says goodbye, leaving Lia alone with Eli. Together they walk to his locker, but they don't speak a word.

As he sorts through his books, he lowers his eyes. "I'm so sorry," he whispers, and Lia looks at him questioningly.

"About what?"

"I let you down... Again. Because I'm a coward. You don't deserve to be stuck with someone like me, Lia," he says, then looks at her sadly.

She takes his hand in hers. "Hey... Listen to me, okay? I don't expect you to change who you are. I never would. I fell in love with you, the way you are, Eli. I know you better than most people. I'm not stuck with you because I wanna be with you and nobody else."

Lia smiles at him, and he struggles to smile as well. How can someone like Lia want to be with someone like him? He really doesn’t know what he did to deserve her.

Sighing, Lia sits on the floor of her karate dojo and stretches. She keeps closing her eyes, and her mind drifts back to Eli. She feels sorry for him putting himself down and making himself out to be worse than he is.

"Whoa, what's up with you?" Eddie asks as he settles beside Lia.

"Oh, nothing," she sighs again.

"Ah yeah? Doesn't sound like nothing to me. Come on, talk to me. Bet it's about a guy?"

Lia looks at her friend and raises an eyebrow. "It always is, and you know it."

"Ha! So tell me."

"Fine... You know I told you about Eli before, right?"

"Oh, you mean that nerd kid that you are in love with in like forever?"

"Hey, don't be mean, but yes. Well - we finally concluded things, and we are kinda together," Lia shrugs.

"Wait, what? You have a boyfriend, and I only hear about this now?"

"It just happened two days ago, so don't get your panties in a bunch, Eds... Anyway, you know that I told you that he is really, really shy, and I also told you about the bullies at our school..."

"Yeah, and I told you, just say the word, and I will break them in half, I swear!" Eddie says immediately, and Lia smirks. She imagines Eddie standing in front of Kyler. A head taller than the bully and a lot stronger.

"I know, and you know that I really appreciate it. Today, well, they went after Eli again, and I stepped between them, and then the asshole went after me, not that I care, but Eli didn't do anything about it, and I really don't blame him for it. I never have. It's not his nature to do so, but afterward... He was so sad and disappointed in himself. He told me that he didn't think that he deserved me. It just... It freaks me out that he feels like that, and I don't know what to do. I just want him to know that I love him the way he is."

Eddie looks at Lia and thinks. "Phew... That's a hard one."

"I know... You know, that new kid Miguel is super sweet, he wanted them to join their dojo, and now I really hope that he considers it. Maybe it would give him some confidence."

Eddie smiles. "Why didn't you offer him that years ago?"

"I did. But it never worked."

"All right, fine, so just - talk to him again. Tell him that you would feel safer if he joined. If he's into you, he will do anything to make you happy, don't you think?"

"Yeah, I guess..." says Lia, and Eddie stands up before pulling her to her feet.

"Great, now stop with the whining, and let's do some sparing."

That evening, Lia lies on her bed typing away on her smartphone before deciding to send Eli a message.

Lia I rly meant what I said 2day... I don't want u 2 change!

It doesn't take long, and Eli answers her.

Eli Thx. I didn't want to let u down.

Lia U didn't. But like I told u, maybe u can check out M's dojo.

Eli I didn't decide yet. But maybe I will.

Lia OK! Good N8. Sleep well, and c u 2morrow. ily

Eli ly2. Sweet dreams!

With a smile on her lips, Lia falls asleep.

The following lunchtime in the cafeteria, Lia, Eli, Demetri, and Miguel observe something unexpected. Sam LaRusso walks through the crowds with her tray and heads toward Yasmine and Moon, but she immediately seems to reject Sam.

"Whoa, what was that about?" asks Demetri, looking at Lia, who just shrugs.

"Absolutely no idea. Looks like LaRusso did something they didn't like," Lia says, knowing the feeling too well.

They see Sam arguing with Yasmine, but then she angrily approaches Kyler.

"Anyone know what this is about?" Demetri then asks, and Eli and Miguel shrug. "Lia?" he then asks, and she looks at him.

She licks her lips and then sighs. "I just heard some rumors, even though I already know they are not true."

"Spill it, Tate," Demetri demands.

"Well, they say Sam went down on Kyler at the theater... But I know Sam, well I used to at least, and she would never do something like this."

"Think it's funny to spread lies about me?" They hear Sam growl, but Kyler looks at them, unimpressed.

"What're you talking about? We saw a movie, and that's it. Well, maybe I saw a little bit more than you," he says, and his friends laugh.

"Yeah, we heard you got pretty choked up," the other says, and now they have the entire student body's attention.

"Hey, guys. You know that billboard with a big-ass dick on it? I guess Sam takes after her dad," Kyler says, and Lia sees Sam strike a karate pose.

"Hey, Kyler!" Miguel then suddenly calls out and only now does Lia notice that he has stood up.

"What the fuck?" she asks, looking at Eli and Demetri. "Does he like to get beaten up?"

"Why don't you shut the hell up and stop being such an asshole?" shouts Miguel then.

"Want another beatdown, 'Rhea?" asks Kyler.

"Holy shit!" curses Lia and gets up, but Eli immediately grabs her hand to hold her back.

"Please, don't," he pleads, and Lia looks at him momentarily before taking another step back.

"I'm ready for your lame-ass karate this time," Kyler says, but it starts.

"It's not lame-ass karate." Kyler lunges at Miguel, but he ducks underneath him and then punches him in the face. "It's Cobra Kai."

The whole cafeteria cheers and supports Miguel. Lia is quite impressed with what Miguel has learned in this short time and watches him with a smile.

He has the upper hand even when they all go at him together. One by one, he puts them down and has to take very little.

"Whoo, way to go, Miggy!" shouts Lia, which earns her a surprised look from Sam LaRusso, who probably didn't expect Lia to know Miguel.

Suddenly, however, one of the teachers shows up and pulls Miguel down from a table. He's immediately sent to the principal, of course. Still, before he leaves the cafeteria, he looks again briefly at Lia, Eli, and Demetri, and Lia winks at him before giving a thumbs-up.

"Holy shit. Okay, I will definitely check out Miguel's dojo," Demetri says, and Eli nods in agreement.

"If Miguel can do this after just a few lessons, I don't wanna know what you can do," Eli says to Lia, who blushes slightly.

"Maybe one day, you'll see it. But honestly, I'm glad you wanna join. I'm proud of you."

#Cobra Kai #Cobra Kai fanfic #Eli Moskowitz x OC #Eli Hawk Moskowitz x OC #Eli Moskowitz x reader #Hawk x OC #Hawk x Reader #Cobra Kai x OC #Eli Moskowitz #Jacob Bertrand #Miguel Diaz #Demetri Alexopoulos

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73 questions tag (2022 edition)

hi all ! so, i found this tag a few days ago and i did it back in 2020 so i thought it would be fun to bring it back (while also tagging some new people). sending love and hugs! <3

on a scale of 1-10, how excited are you about life right now? i think at least a 8. i'm almost done with college, it's close to my bday and im more optimistic these days.

describe yourself in a hashtag? #shesthatgirl

if you could do a love scene with anyone, who would it be? jake gyllenhaal what

if your life was a musical, what would the marquee say? "who's that girl? it's liz!"

what’s one thing people don’t know about you? still not a lot lmao

what’s your wake up ritual? read for fifteen minutes, get up and move my body, drink a glass of water and journal.

what’s your go to bed ritual? working out, usually stretching and i literally either go to bed at 11pm or 4am depends on the study sessions and writing that day.

what’s your favorite time of day? midnight or dawn!

your go to for having a good laugh? kpop try not to laugh videos/variety shows

dream country to visit? london or zurich

what’s the biggest surprise you’ve ever had? knowing that i have the capability of making friends when i feel socially awkward. i know its not a single surprise but i think quarantine really made me think that i have no friends and dont know how to be a functional human.

heels or flats/sneakers? sneakers!!!

vintage or new? new.

who do you want to write your obituary? my partner <3

style icon? jeon jungkook

what are three things you cannot live without? my laptop, my phone and journal

what’s one ingredient you put in everything? butter tbh

what 3 people living or dead would you want to make dinner for? princess diana, audrey hepburn and michelle yeoh. its a ladies night y'all

what’s your biggest fear in life? still trusting the wrong people

window or aisle seat? window!

what’s your current tv obsession? stranger things season 4 (y'all go watch it!)

favorite app? tiktok

secret talent? i can move my ears

most adventurous thing you’ve ever done in your life? probably traveling alone to mexico and wondering how i actually survived. i was 17 and knew nothing.

how would you define yourself in three words? sarcastic, introverted and quiet

favorite piece of clothing you own? xl t-shirts, sweats (black, grey and white)

a must have clothing item that everyone should have? white sneakers

a superpower you would want? invisibility

what’s inspiring you in life right now? my nonfictional books

best piece of advice you’ve received? “life is like a tree. there are many branches that are like our emotions. one branch for anger, another for happiness, another for sad, it goes on. they break off, they grow, it's all about perspective."

best advice you’d give your teenage self? don't try to grow up too fast. you take all the time in the world to heal from whoever or whatever hurt you. don't dye your hair, don't curse at your parents, and don't complain about how slow life feels. just be young, enjoy the moment and love yourself for who you are and not how others want you to be.

a book everyone should read? the switch by beth o'leary

what would you like to be remembered for? goofy as fuck

how do you define beauty? beauty is in everything and everyone. i think that everyone should feel beauty rather than search for it. your identity is yours and no one else can take that away. there is no standard in beauty except yourself!

what do you love most about your body? my freckles

best way to take a rest/decompress? listen to music

favorite place to view art? in a museum or traveling in a city

if your life was a song, what would the title be? screaming but sane

if you could master one instrument, what would it be? keyboard/piano

if you had a tattoo, where would it be? my whole left arm

dolphins or koalas? koalas

what’s your spirit animal? bunny or dolphin

best gift you’ve ever received? i dont want to say money but. money (for things i want to buy)

best gift you’ve given? i like giving people what they like or are interested in so, i dont think they're all the best but just memorable or caring.

what’s your favorite board game? sorry!

what’s your favorite color? still royal blue

least favorite color? dark orange/yellow

diamond or pearls? pearls

drugstore makeup or designer? drugstore makeup

blow-dry or air-dry? air-dry

pilates or yoga? pilates

coffee or tea? coffee or nothing

what’s the weirdest word in the english language? flabbergasted

dark chocolate or milk chocolate? NEITHER

stairs or elevators? stairs

summer or winter? summer

you are stuck on an island, you can pick one food to eat forever without getting tired of it, what would you eat? carbonara tteokbokki

a dessert you don’t like? anything almond. gross

a skill you’re working on mastering? journaling

best thing to happen to you today? i got to sleep in until 12:30

worst thing to happen to you today? i woke up tired lmao

best compliment you’ve ever received? “you look like the kind of a girl a celebrity would immediately hit on"

favorite smell? vanilla and coconut

hugs or kisses? hugs

if you made a documentary, would it be about? good food in new york

last piece of content you consumed that made you cry? stranger things season 4, ep 4: dear billy. if you know, you know.

lipstick or lipgloss? lipgloss

sweet or savory? sweet

girl crush? jung hoyeon and sydney sweeney

how do you know your in love? when someone remembers the little things

a song you can listen to on repeat? born singer by bts

if you could switch lives with someone for a day, who would it be? hmm. probably kim namjoon

what are you most excited for about this time in your life? graduating!!! writing!!! working on my model portfolio!!! anything coming my way!!!

tagging some moots ⇢ @venomsilk @t-lostinworlds @honeyspidey @thollandsdarling @totheblood @lauras-collection @cindymooons @veryholland @seolaseoul @lovelytholland @httphollands @ptergwen @silkscream @silkholland @starksview

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95, 77, and 49 for the ask game if you would be so kind

Invade my personal life! Or let me invade yours...

95. What would you do if you would be invisible? I never think about what I'd do if I could be invisible, you know? Like, when it comes to lists of "what superpower do you wish you had?" I always go for flight or shapeshifting (and sometimes teleportation). So I don't know what I'd do if I could be invisible…

It might be useful sometimes, like when I want to walk around in Sephora while knowing nothing about makeup and not feel embarrassed about that when the employees talk to me. Or--actually, this is a good one now that I think about it--it would be great to be invisible in a public place where I can just watch people without anyone thinking I'm being creepy or staring at them. I'm sorry you think I'm creepy, I'm just interested in how you have your dog in a stroller and your toddler on a leash (or whatever). It would be useful at work in customer service situations where, after a particularly difficult interaction, I could just go somewhere and disappear for a while. That would be great. And the other really good use I can think of is walking around at night. I could walk around at night and no one could see me and think I'm planning to break in and I wouldn't have to be concerned about someone following me or harming me because they wouldn't see me. I could just run around in the grass at night or learn how to parkour myself up onto the roof and no one could stop me.

Now that I think about it, learning how to parkour myself up onto the roof or getting into places that are off-limits (including outside at night) would be the real best use for being invisible. Not for any nefarious purposes, but just to Be In That Space.

77. What did you want to be when you were a kid? A unicorn, generally speaking. Or a magical fairy princess maybe.

This question is probably more about what I wanted to be when I grew up and I think that was probably "a kid." Adults were always asking the "what do you want to be when you grow up?" question and, honestly, I never had a good answer.

When I was really little, it was usually "ballerina" but mostly because I liked 1. twirling around and 2. dancing. I never actually took ballet lessons though.

When I got a little older, I realized how much I liked animals, so I'd say I wanted to be a veterinarian, which seemed to please the grown-ups and made them say what a good thing that was to want to be. I liked cats, especially my own cat. Somewhere in about 4th grade, I read a newspaper article about how few large animal veterinarians there were, so that was a good thing to add into my answer--and, after all, I liked horses too.

At some point in about 5th grade, dolphins, orcas, and sea turtles became very cool (it was c. 1993), so it became likewise cool to say that you wanted to be a marine biologist when you grew up. Much like saying you wanted to be a vet, the words "marine biologist" made the grown-ups look very proud of you, so it must be a good thing. I think I read The Arm of the Starfish and A Ring of Endless Light sometime very close to that age, which are also marine biology-related, so bonus points there.

Other times, what I wanted to be seemed to be connected to whatever proto-fandom I was in. Like, the OG Ninja Turtles: I thought April was cool (and she was the Girl Character) so maybe I want to be a journalist/reporter too. But when it came to favorite characters' careers, I tended to keep those very secret because I knew I'd get teased for wanting to be like a character (this was a thing back then for some reason).

Honestly, I never had a really clear notion of what I wanted to be when I grew up. The whole library thing came about because the National Honor Society wanted us to do X number of volunteer hours in the community, so I started volunteering at the local public library when I was 14 (freshman) and they hired me as a part-time employee the summer after I turned 16 (in May). Did I want to be a librarian? Not really. I mean, in 4th grade, I was "nominated" by my teacher to be on the Safety Patrol (read: hall monitors, office runners, &c) and I was assigned as a library assistant. And I was Not Best Pleased. I wanted to wear the Safety Patrol sash and get the little kids on the busses and do the whole hall monitor thing. But, no, I had to help shelved books every afternoon. I actually said something about how I didn't want to do that and my teacher basically said it was library or nothing, and I wanted to do something so I took it. That made it easier to go volunteer at 14 and then get hired at 16. I like to say I was apprenticed into library work. Did I really want to do it? Not really. Did I get pressed into it? Yes. Did I learn how to do it? Yes. So it became a way to earn a living (until the work became not at all like what I had been taught lmao).

My junior year of high school (1998-1999), the US military paid to have my entire junior class take the ASVAB test, which took up most of one school day and which none of us took very seriously. It was framed as a "career aptitude test" but it mostly got all of us on the military's recruitment radar (pun intended). It was the 1990s and the economy was good so no one was enlisting in the military and that was a Problem. So we all had to take the ASVAB, which would tell us potential career matches, which we would then use for a year-long (maybe semester-long?) research project on My Future Career. My potential careers were forest ranger, archivist, or military intelligence. I wrote the paper about archival work because, hell, I knew enough already and my aunt was an archivist herself. It was an easy A. (I like to think of myself as diligent and scholarly but I will also look for the easiest ways to be diligent and scholarly).

In college I got the idea that I wanted to get a PhD and go teach Modernist literature somewhere, but one of my favorite professors ever talked me out of that and I'm still a little bitter about it. She also talked me into getting an MLS, but I had to go work in a bookstore for a couple of years before I decided to do that--not because of any great desire to be a librarian but because it was work I knew I could do.

So, yeah, I had no genuine answer for "What do you want to be when you grow up?" I almost figured I'd just be a kid forever. That would have been fine with me. Just hang around, play, learn some stuff in school, no concerns about careers, just reading books and learning new stuff. I can't really understand people who had/have some clear career goal and just go for it right out of the gate. I cannot fathom it. What is that even like???

49. Tell us a story about your childhood. Oh man, I need more parameters for this! Like, I can literally remember back to when I was 2 years old, so that's a lot of materials to draw from. I mean, I can remember my parents leaving for the hospital when my brother was born and I was 2 and 1/2 then (unfortunately I can't remember telling my mother "Well, I don't want one!" when she first told me I was going to have a little brother or sister). Let me think…

I know I'll never be a great author because my childhood was just too good. I'm just on the Millennial side of the Gen X-Millennial division, so I think I got the best of both sides: we were a comfortable single-income household (as were most of the families in our neighborhood) until I was about 12 or 13 when my mom wanted to go back to her professional life, so that's when the whole "latchkey kid" thing started. But otherwise basically everyone's mom was home during the day and, if we weren't in school, we were absolutely free-range kids. We traveled in a pack and we looked out for each other. At the maximum, there were 7 or 8 or us in the pack and probably equally as many kids in packs from other streets nearby. Down in a low floodplain area, which was at the back of three of those streets, there was a draining creek (The Creek) and someone's garden bamboo that had gone completely feral. This was the Bamboo Forest and we spent a lot of time in there.

When you think about it, it was a useful resource: you can build teepees with bamboo and a tarp or sheet, you can swordfight with bamboo, you can make a ninja-style staff, you can use it as a long stick to poke things, you can just hide out in the forest itself, you can pull up and peel open the shoots and they're good for when you're thirsty… It sounds a bit Lord of the Flies, but there were some territory disputes over the Bamboo Forest because it was such good stuff. (Once someone said that some older kids were in there with bb guns, which was maybe the scariest thing ever, but it was fine.)

(This is sort of a tangent but now that I'm watching way too many C-dramas, there will occasionally be outdoor scenery that looks just like the Bamboo Forest and its environs and it's the weirdest thing. I know you know The Untamed so the bit where WWX and LWJ are walking through the narrow pathway to Yi City? That looks so much like the edges of some of the woods we ran around in. It just makes me laugh so hard because it looks like where we ran around with our "swords" and were heroes. It's such a weird coincidence.)

I should say that the Bamboo Forest was mostly on the east side of the creek. The west side was very steep and was other kinds of trees--lots of beeches and softwoods, but not pines. At the far end of the bamboo, there was a tiny little park on a greenway trail. Part of the land to the east of the park (I should draw a map) was really swampy, so there was a long wood pathway across the swamp. When I was little, my mom would take my brother and me on walks to and through this park and she'd often recite the troll's lines from The Three Billygoats Gruff: "Who's that trip-trapping over my bridge?" (she did the voice and everything). So that was Troll-Bridge park to us. We'd wind up there after taking the shortcut along the creek a lot and jump off the swings or pick blackberries (always sour) or hang out with the kids who lived up on that street. It wasn't much of a park: three swings, one big bench swing/porch swing, a small climbing structure, and maybe two springy ride-ons. Often there were four or five of us there, so we had to share the swings and whoever was left over had to make do with the bench swing.

On the west side of the park there was a small clearing and the creek was running low along there, running south to north (I think), in some trees. There was a road there too and a sizeable drainage pipe that went under the road and we'd consider whether we ought to try crawling through it just to see if we could (we never did, which was probably the best decision). But in this same area, under the trees, was a whole field of mayapples. It was like this ankle-high forest of these umbrella-leaved plants every spring and it was the strangest thing to walk through it. It was something like walking through water because your feet were under these leaves, but it was leaves and not water.

I think I remember the trees and plants and landscape in that whole area best. There were other odd trees in the woods besides the bamboo, like a random willow tree and a random mimoas tree and a random holly tree. They were just…there among all these poplars and maples and oaks and such. The holly tree seemed to "disappear" sometimes because we could see it from the park but when we went down the slope behind the park (towards the bamboo), we couldn't find it in and among the other trees. We ran up and down and up and down a dozen times to try and find it--finally we did but only with one person standing on the slope and directing everyone else. When we found it, we realized just how tall it really was and why it was so hard to find, but the trunk had all these star-shaped bumps all over it.

I could talk about all the parks and greenways and the parts in between and the creek that went all through that neighborhood for literally hours. I don't let myself go down the roads that go through the neighborhood because I'm afraid it will have changed too much and I don't want that. I want to remember that the paths were mostly gravel and not paved and that the bamboo forest seemed to go on for miles along the creek.

#ask game #ask me things #anon is on #i'm bored

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Out of curiosity: why don't you consider magic even though it exists in DC (with Aliens)? Is it because of the adaptations you know don't have that?

Okay so I've been thinking about this and heres why. I'd love to make reader be able to fly, have telekinesis- all that good shit but I feel like doing that will take out an element of the story for the rogues. The rogues don't have supernatural abilities (I'll get to Killer Croc and Ivy in a second). So I think a lot of them would mean they didn't have a chance.

The Riddler can't go against a someone who can turn invisible yknow? It means there's no way in hell, unless they can outsmart that power in some way that they could win. E.g. Scarecrow using fear toxin on the individual with the power. The most issue he has is them using telekinesis on him directly or getting hit by something whilst that person is intoxicated. That really limits what can be done in my eyes without it having a glaring outcome like "Why didn't ____ just do ____ and save themselves the trouble?"

So I can't Marvel it up as cool as it is writing super powers.

Okay Killer Croc and Poison Ivy. So, on the top of my head, these guys were outcomes out experiments gone bad. Mutations? Which can be done. However I don't really know where that line is in regards to making a character overpowered. Like Black Canary. I know nothing about her but that she has this vocal ability. I haven't a clue where it came from. Is she the only one like this if she were born with it? What's generally impossible and overpowered for a superpower in the DC universe? I can't say I know.

So then I think of superman. Still in the DC universe but he's an alien. Now I'm not a superman fan so bare with me😅. Do characters have to be aliens to have supernatural abilities? Then I have to think about how would those like Oswald Cobblepot, Harvey Dent or Edward Nygma think about interacting with an alien. I don't see the Riddler wanting any part of it because he knows he can't beat them deep down. Not to mention he, Two-Face and Penguin will probably be scared shitless like many others because "holy fuck, there's a fucking alien in front of me."

So the best I could honestly conclude is the closest thing I could probably write to superpowers is say an experiment gone wrong and making reader possibly bulletproof against Deadshot and his thing is that he never misses. So that's the only way reader could counter him because regular human reader will get shot in the face, no bother at all.

Finally I'll say I think this turns into a looping cycle for me because I've aways seen Marvel and DC very differently. Marvel's villains come from having supernatural abilities of some sort and the power they hold. Where as DC villains are more feared as they represent the darkest parts of society and the mind. So to add superpowers to an extent feels like I'm adding Marvel or putting gothams villains against superman...and we all know who's winning there. So where's the story?

I dunno, would love to hear anyones thoughts on the matter. I'm by no means a DC expert and still pretty new to writing consistently for the fandom.

Also just thought of Music Meister but I'm very confused about his...power? Ability? 🤷‍♀️

#vanity needs to stop talking

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Omg I LOVE misfits. Fantastic characters, portrayed by great actors. Do be aware, though, that it's... extremely crude. Sooooooo crude. But!!! Great story, and the characters are to die for. Nathan is, just, the literal best, and Simon and Alicia are.... agh, so...!! Theyre so!! You'll understand if you watch it, but they're just...!!!!!!!!

It's also one of those surprise-depth shows, where on the surface it looks shallow and stupid and the characters are all wanker asshole dickheads but it turns out that they've actually got real depth that, honestly?? is the only reason I love it as much as I do. If it were ACTUALLY shallow and only surface-level, then I would have given up on it early and never bothered with it again, but these characters who seem like such self absorbed fuckheads to start with actually have some real amazing layers to them that make them SO lovable.

Plus the premise is great on both a surface level and a deeper one. Surface level: oh, fun, everyone gets superpowers, but theyre all selfish fucking wankers. Deeper level: oh, neat, their powers are all reflections of their personality. The one who's always anxious about what others think of her can suddenly hear others thoughts. The one who's shy and retiring can become invisible. But then!! There's a deeper level again!! Because what seems fun at first (wow, neat, I can make anyone I touch want to sleep with me) suddenly becomes a massive burden (wait oh no I can't touch anyone without them wanting to sleep with me) and forces them to confront things they would rather not (sex is easy and impersonal but emotions are scary, but emotional connection is the only way we're going to be able to have a relationship, bc I literally can't touch you)

And Nathan??? Oh my god Robert Sheehan puts his whole entire soul into that role. Cocky smarmy selfish jackass of a human who's actually got a heart of pure gold is such a common character choice (and for good reason - that's my FAVOURITE type of character) but the way Robert does it with Nathan is just next level. This guy is THE pinnacle of Most Annoying Selfish Dick Bastard you've ever met -- but he's homeless bc his mum kicked him out and he's got daddy issues 82 miles long and he lets slip bits and pieces of his youth that make you go Oh Shit but he brushes it all off because making a joke out of it all is literally the only way he knows how to cope and hes living in the rafters of the community centre because hes alienated all of his friends so badly that he doesnt even have a couch to sleep on and his dad once bought so much of that flat pack furniture from Ikea that he couldn't fit Nathan in the car so he just left him behind in the Ikea food court, and hes worked out how to jimmy the vending machine bc thats his only food source and theres nothing in the world he wanrs more than a family; not even touching on the Jaime situation (jaime my beloved), this guy sees any baby that doesn't have a father and he IMMEDIATELY, with ZERO hesitation, says "oh, ok. I guess I'm your dad now" and he does this TWICE with TWO DIFFERENT BABIES and he cares sooooo much and he DESPERATELY tries to pretend that he doesn't care at all and i just love him so much, ok? So much.

I never saw the final seasons in total because once Nathan left the show, it lost most of its charm for me, but those first 2 seasons are absolutely fantastic. I quote them ALL the time. ("Great FOOKIN rescue!" "We're a bunch of young offenders and not one of us knows how to steal a car!? Pathetic!" "And then she FEINTED" "I don't care if he's dead; it's no excuse for rudeness!" "I'm pretty sure this breaches the terms of my ASBO". I could go on.)

The later seasons have some great (tragic heartbreaking amazing) storylines too, but S1 and 2 hold my heart, ngl.

So. Those be my thoughts on Misfits.

Ooooh, okay! You have successfully reinforced my intention to watch it and I'm gonna go hunt it down at a library somewhere. I love looking at the drawbacks of superpowers and in this show it sounds very fascinating, also I've watched a couple clips of Nathan on YouTube and he already has a portion of my heart, I am SO excited to see Robert thriving there. Thank you for sharing!!

#and yeah i've heard later seasons weren't as good once robert/nathan left so we'll see where this takes me #i really need some new tv show to binge once i'm done peaky blinders. c-dramas have proved too exhausting for the time being #so i'll see how well i fare with this #misfits #ashton answers #bundibird

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1, 4, 31 for vanessa

and

7, 13, 31 virgile please c:

Thanks for all these questions ♥

[You've Got Questions ... Ask]

VANESSA

1/ Do they have any crafting hobbies ? Younger, she used to sew to modify her clothes and have her own style without spending much money, thanks to charity shops and what people gave her. Otherwise, she's not the best at crafting. I don't know if it counts, but she is very good at drawing on nails, more on other people's than her own, but she enjoys it. Her manicurist often puts her fake nails on and Vanessa plays with colours and patterns!

4/ Do they enjoy baking ?

She likes it, but not much more. Because she is often lazy, Mama Welles makes the pastries she loves, as do some of her neighbours. But if she bakes, it's mostly chocolate cakes and pan dulce, her grandmother's recipe!

31/ What superpower would you choose for them and what would they choose for themselves? If they have one would they choose something else?

I hesitate! Let me put both: Teleportation, to get where she wants very quickly, especially if someone needs her help. It would also be very useful to avoid traffic in NC! Metamorph, to be able to change her appearance with ease, to be able to pass security, to go to forbidden places, and of course, to spy on some people

VIRGILE

7/ Do they have any unusual fears?

He has relatively common fears, like those of heights (a nomad must keep his feet on the ground) and of death ( of others and his own as a netrunner), for example He has a little silly fear, but quite trivial: the fear of losing his hair and becoming bald. He knows that it doesn't suit him XD

13/ Do they enjoy poetry?

What goddess was provok'd, and whence her hate; For what offense the Queen of Heav'n began To persecute so brave, so just a man; Involv'd his anxious life in endless cares, Expos'd to wants, and hurried into wars! - Aeneid (Virgile)

Virgile loves poetry, especially that of his ancient Roman namesake. He also appreciates more contemporary poetry, such as Dante Alighieri or American poetry. He is sensitive to them and knows some by heart from reading them as a teenager!

31/ What superpower would you choose for them and what would they choose for themselves? If they have one would they choose something else?

My first thought was invisibility, as a shy and discreet boy. But he would be so badass if he could control electricity, throw lightning bolts and blow up the power with his power!

#oc ask #about : vanessa vergara #about : virgile sarto #thanks ♥

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The One with the Time-Machine

Title: The One with the Time-Machine

Words: 3866 (Wattpad)

Tropes: Tony Stark's sister AU / Bruce Banner x FMC AU

Summary: Sawyer was kidnapped when she was very young. Then, she went into the orphanage and got adopted. As she grew older, she had a desire to know who her biological family is. Together with Bruce and Tony, she created a time-machine. By the time they wanted a volunteer to test the machine out, Sawyer decided it to be her because she didn't want to miss the chance of knowing where she came from.

Date: 18/01/2024

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Ever since I was young, I was always a wonderer. I wondered: What if I was not born in the US, but in Paris instead. I wondered: What if I was not a female, but a male instead. I wondered: What if we came from a royal family instead of in the middle-class category. I wondered: What if I could turn back the time to see what happened to the world during World War Two and see if we could change anything.

As a wonderer, I was always found sitting in the corner by myself, staring into spaces. I was always accused of not thinking big enough. Meanwhile, what I was doing was only concentrating while wondering if I could breathe underwater, or if I could have a superpower, it like to be invisible like the Invisible Woman in the Marvel Comics Fantastic Four. Sometimes, I even wondered, what if I was smarter than my little sister.

All the wonders that I had when I was a little girl, and when I went to engineering school, led me to the creation of a time-machine.

In the middle of the chamber, stood our precious project. It was placed on a platform, with four steps from the floor towards the time-machine. If we took out the time-machine in the middle, the platform would merely look like a boxing ring with iron rods around the perimeter instead of ropes. There were around six posts around the time-machine–shaped like a scorpion's tale–functioned to store the power.

I stood behind the advanced technology that my partners and I recently built. It was the biggest, most impressive project that Bruce, Tony and I had yet to come up with. Since Tony came from a royal family, he could ask for any amount of money from his father to sponsor our project, while Bruce and I tried our best to find funds from other organisations. It was so easy for Tony to get the money that, at times, Bruce and I didn't have to do what we should do, but instead focus on building the time-machine.

The lights from the time-machine created shadows on my face. The neon lights were so bright that it brightened up our chamber. I felt the presence of a human from behind and soon, Bruce appeared on my right. At the corner of my eyes, I saw a smile on his handsome face.

"Congratulations," he said. His voice was so low that it rather sounded like a whisper. "A new baby was born."

I turned to him for a split second before turning back to the front to hide my blush. Him being so close in front of my face makes my feelings and thoughts haywire.

Did he just call me baby?

Oh, wait, he was referring to the time-machine.

"Yeah, you too," I replied. "This didn't come from one corner only. You and Tony played a big part in the project as well."

A chuckle rumbled in his chest. It sounded like a melody to my ears even though I didn't know what had caused him to laugh. Was it something I said? Wait a second, was there something on my face? Oh my God, did my breath stink? I had the Korean bulgogi for lunch, but as far as I was concerned, Korean food didn't leave a smelly breath.

A short silence fell between us as we both looked at the time-machine like proud parents, and I wondered if he ever felt awkward when that happened. Were his palms that he hide in his trousers sweating? Did he suddenly feel hot in the cold chamber? Was he shaking on his knees, nervous whenever I'm around? "Crush" by David Archuletta played in my mind the moment my eyes laid on Bruce, and since then, that song became our song even though he doesn't know it yet.

After a while, Bruce turned to me and I reciprocated. He said, "Hey, listen. I–"

"You know there is a place called 'room' when you wanted to go all lovey-dovey, right?"

Tony's sarcasm interrupted our moment near the time-machine. Not far from us, behind the panels of switches and buttons, Tony stood with a bag of gummy bears in his hand. A white lab coat hugged his built torso while his thick dark brown hair was sticking out in every direction. He must have just woken up from his nap.

What Tony did startled me. My shoulders jumped as soon as Tony's voice boomed in the quiet, cemented chamber. I felt as if my heart was jumping out my chest. If Bruce was surprised by Tony's voice, he didn't show it, though he did look as if he could kill Tony at the moment. He closed his eyes and clenched his jaws as he took a deep breath to calm himself down. Veins popping out of his skin. He looked scary, but to my eyes, he'd rather look...attractive.

A famous smirk plastered on Tony's face, throwing a mocking look at us. "Anyway, I'm going to get some lunch, but if you want to stay and make love and starve, by all means, be my guest. But–"

"Okay, alright!" Bruce grunted. "We'll be on our way."

Both Bruce and Tony, apart from having the same interests in science and physics, have distinguished personalities. While Bruce was the Mister-Goody-Two-Shoes, Tony was the playboy. While Bruce was a soft-talker, Tony was always sarcastic. Bruce was wiser in making decisions. He would usually consider the cons, while Tony only looks at the pros.

Bruce grew up in the streets. He needed to beg for people to feel pity for him. He had to take more than two jobs to survive. In short, he had to work everything for himself. While Tony grew up on a silver platter. He was spoon fed in everything–money, cars, food, clothes, education. In short, he was spoiled. However, if there was one thing that I respected out of these two people, it was Bruce's patience with Tony, and Tony's generosity with his best friend.

Then, there was me as the only girl in the trio. With my brown eyes and thick brown hair, people would mistake me as Tony's sister. Sometimes. Most of the time. Often. Just like Bruce, I was an orphan, but unlike Bruce, I grew up with an adopted family. My little sister was not actually my biological little sister. And while everybody in the family was either a doctor or a nurse, I was an engineer.

Once Tony disappeared in the shadows, Bruce's blue eyes found my face and I couldn't help but smile. If only he knew how beautiful his eyes were and how those eyes made my heart melt... I wondered if he felt the same when he looked into my eyes. Were those flirty smiles only for me or was he only being nice with me?

"Anyway," Bruce scratched the back of his head that I bet was not itchy at all. "Since we're done with building the time-machine, don't we want to have someone to test it out?"

"Oh." My face fell because, was that what he wanted to say? Call me delusional, but I really thought he was about to ask me out on a date, or at least to a party to celebrate what we had achieved.

"Oh, yeah, right. That's–that's what I've been thinking." I nodded my head, hoping Bruce won't see my disappointment. Then, to cover up, I quickly said, "I vote for me to test the time-machine."

"Great–What? What are you saying?"

"Exactly what I said." I smiled at him.

"No. Definitely not." Bruce shook his head. "Tony and I had asked around. We actually got some girls who are willing to test out the time-machine without any contracts. In that way, in case anything happens to the machine, three of us will be there to fix it up."

"Girls?" I pulled a face. That simple word ignited a fire inside my chest. "You got some girls to test out the time-machine? Bruce, what if anything happens to them? What would you say to their parents? How would you report to the campus?"

"It was Tony's idea," Bruce defended himself.

"Then you know that it's definitely not a good idea."

"I know," Bruce agreed. "But think about it–if it was successful, she'd come back. If it's not, we can figure something else out to fix it. There were no contracts so we don't have to make a report if it's not successful. And Tony and I aren't only the best engineers here so we need you with us."

"Are you even listening to yourself?" I argued back.

I was used to Tony making stupid decisions so when Bruce said it was Tony's suggestion, I was not surprised at all. Even a little. Then, there was Bruce. For the first time since I had been friends with him, this was the stupidest suggestion Bruce had ever agreed upon.

Bruce stared back at me as if asking for an alternative. We had been standing here long enough that I bet Tony was already ignoring us and eating by himself. If not that, I bet he'd be eating with the girls who signed up to test our time-machine, entertaining them with his enthusiasm, making them believe the unbelievable. The classic Tony.

"Then, how about one of you be the one testing it out," I broke the silence.

Bruce snorted at my suggestion. "You're kidding, right?"

"I am not," I confirmed.

For a few seconds, I stared back at Bruce, taking in his perfect features: thick eyebrows, thick jet black hair, full lips, sharp jaws. If we weren't meant to be together then I'd be happy to have known him and be his friend in this universe. Now, that made me wonder, what if there was another universe? Will there be another Sawyer and Bruce? Will they be together as a romantic couple, friends or strangers?

"I have been thinking about it, Bruce," I said with a softer voice.

I started walking away from the time-machine. Bruce followed and stopped when he saw me taking a seat on one of the working tables. Metal cold seeped through my thin trousers causing hairs at the back of my neck to stand. I ignored it and focused on Bruce and the time-machine. "Ever since we first planned to build the time-machine, I wanted to be the first to volunteer to test it."

"But why?" Confusion was visible on Bruce's frown.

"Simple," I said. "Because I wanted to know who my biological family is."

Bruce's hard lines turned soft as soon as my confession came out from my mouth. I knew he would understand because we were not that much different. Bruce's parents left him when he was too young to understand how the world works and, as he grew up, he had slowly forgotten how his parents looked. However, the desire to get to know them was not in him. That's where we're different.

"Sawyer." The way Bruce's tongue rolled when he called my name felt like vanilla to me. "I know where that came from, but you know damn well that that's stupid, right? And Tony won't agree with you. and that's why–"

"And that's why I came up with an idea, and that is asking girls around the campus if they were willing to test out the time-machine." Once again, Tony's voice interrupted me an Bruce's discussion.

"How about a knock on the door next time?" Bruce glared at his best friend who was standing not far from us. It seemed that Tony had ditched his lab coat. All that was left on his body was a Nirvana t-shirt untucked. Wait, how long had he been standing there? Had he been there the whole time we were discussing the time-machine? Did he not go to get some lunch like he claimed?

Tony looked amused with his friend's annoyance. Once again, his smirk appeared at the corner of his lips while looking at Bruce with a joke in his eyes.

"But anyway, as much as I hate to admit, Bruce was right," he said when he turned to me. "I don't agree with you being the one to be our lab rat. And as much as I want him to stand in the middle of the time-machine while we're pressing buttons down here, he's too useful for us to waste him."

Beside him, Bruce rolled his eyes. He hated it when Tony used his version of "the language of flowers" but sometimes, they do make sense and are even easier to understand rather than some formal, corporate languages.

"But I can't let the girls you seduced to test the time-machine, Tones," I frankly said. "They don't understand what we're doing. They won't know how to deal with wherever the time-machine takes them to, but I do and I can report to you guys whatever happened to me there...when I get back."

Bruce and Tony shared a look. They were discussing my proposals through a mind link that only both of them had while I awkwardly stood there, scrutinising them having a moment. This was one of the times where I felt like I was a third-wheeler to their bromance.

Not long after that, both of them turned to me. While Tony masked his expression on the decision they had made, Bruce looked as if he was angry with the decision they had made. I could see fire in Bruce's eyes that told me he was not 100% willing to let me test the time-machine. And I believe, if he was given a chance, he would voice out what was eating him inside and blaming himself for putting me in this position.

"Okay. You're up."

What Tony said made me smile and I continued to fake-smile to ignore Bruce's glare towards me. The time-machine was warmed up long enough that we didn't have to wait for it to reboot, but while Tony made sure the temperature, surrounding air density, and other unwanted lights switched off, Bruce helped me get ready with suits and equipment.

Once the full suit was on my body, I giggled.

"What's so funny?" There was a restrain in Bruce's voice as he helped me clipped one of the clippers on my side. His eyes never once landed on me.

"Nothing," I said. "I just felt like an astronaut."

"Stop playing around, Sawyer. Your life might be at stake."

"And you stop being grumpy," I retorted back. "Seriously, can't you just accept that our lives are at stake every day? We could die from a car crash. Didn't you learn from the plane crash in Elmina? We could die because of that, too. It's just a matter of time."

"I know that, but this–" Bruce gestured his hand towards the suit I was wearing and the machines around us in the changing capsule. "This is different. How will my mind round up when someone I'm closed with died in a time-machine? Which part of the time frame she ended up in if I wanted to retrieve her body? What if–"

"Stop," I demanded. "Look, Bruce, if you can't see me do this then I suggest you leave. You're just making this harder than it was."

Knowing that I was right, instead of yelling back at me for an argument, Bruce sighed in defeat. He knew that I wouldn't change my mind on this. I was jet set. I wanted to see my biological family and wanted to know why they left me in that orphanage. I grew up with people questioning why I did "this" instead of "that." I have the opportunity now and I don't want to waste it.

Bruce walked me to the border of the time-machine. My boots thumped on the ground as he helped me walk up the short stairs before walking back down and took a place beside Tony. The chamber was so quiet that I could hear Bruce's thoughts. Aside from looking worried, he looked like he was about to volunteer to take my place right now.

I watched Tony and Bruce push a button at the same time. The machines whirred and I felt it vibrated under my feet. Lights on every iron post lit up even brighter than it already was. The energy from the panels on the ground was slowly being transferred towards the posts through the snakes of wires connected from the panels and the time-machine. In the middle, looking like an astronaut, my heart was drumming.

Tony and Bruce were giving directions to one another that I could barely hear. Their voices were muffled. It was as if they had a surgical mask over their faces. No matter how much I tried to read the movements of their lips, I could not come up with any words. Their faces then became blurry when blue filled up my vision, and the next thing I knew, I had succumbed into a place I could hardly explain.

I was in a tight tube for a few seconds too long. My chest felt like it was being squeezed like a sponge. Then, I fell on hard ground with a loud thump.

There was a buzz in my ear. My head was spinning that when I tried to stand on my two feet, I fell back onto the ground. My fingertips caught the soft surface of velvet. A tinge of flowery smell entered my nose. If anything, that even hurt my head more. When my head and my blood pressure were stable, I slowly rose. Finally, I was able to look around and determine where I was.

I found myself standing in a hallway of a big house. The walls were golden. The furniture and decorations screamed royalty. The floor was covered with red carpet. Curtains on the windows were plain white, but even so, they still looked like it cost more than my whole closet. An emblem glinted in the fluorescent light, catching my attention. That's when I realised I was inside Tony's house.

No. I was not inside his house, but rather his palace.

I frowned. Why would the time-machine bring me inside Tony's palace?

I turned around and began walking, looking for a sign of Tony in the palace. I wondered which year was this and how old Tony might be. It would be easier if I knew those because I could get some ideas where he would be. Three years old? He could be in his room playing with his toys. Ten years old? He could be in the gaming room, playing with his video games. Fourteen years old? He could already have his secret room where he worked and kept his inventions. He was intelligent since young.

The thumps of my heavy boots echoed in the hallway. That was my only companion until I heard something fall coming from a room that was not there when I passed a few minutes ago. I returned to where I came from. As soon as I found the room, I pushed the door without hesitation. The door hinges creaked, but no one seemed to notice.

The room revealed itself before my eyes as I entered deeper. On one side of the huge room, I saw tables and chairs, carpentry tools and equipment, shelves of unwanted pieces of technology. There was another big table in the middle of the room. On the table, there was a blueprint and in the middle of the paper was a device. Slowly, as if someone would come out of the dark corner, I approached the table. The air-conditioner that hummed above me sounded like suspense music to my ears.

My fingers were only a few centimetres from the device when a voice from the other side of the room startled me. I turned and was faced with a man's back, sitting on his office chair. There were several monitors in front of him that showed different angles of cameras and data he was collecting from technologies he invented himself. Was he a prince? Tony's uncle perhaps? Or could he be Tony's dad even though it sounded impossible for him to be drawn into technologies when he was already a King?

I warily took a few steps towards the man and only stopped when I heard the man begin to speak in his camera. My heart dropped with his opening speech. It felt like he knew that I'd be here somehow.

"Sawyer," he croaked. He didn't sound like he wanted to say my name at all, as if pronouncing my name only caused him more pain. "Your brother created this technology when he was only six years old. It's funny because it seems like he could foresee what was going to happen to you but yet none of us prepared when something bad actually happened."

My breath hitched. Brother? Technology? Whose brother and what technology?

"I hope this video found you," he continued. "And if it did, first things first, I want to let you know that we didn't abandon you. You were kidnapped for some nasty reasons and we couldn't find you. Your mother and I will always wait for your return. Until then..."

Before I could reply or ask him anything, I was pulled back to the tight tube. My head was squeezed once again as I was being transported back to the original year. Dizzy, my knees gave out before I could walk back to where Bruce and Tony were standing. My bum hit the ground and while processing what I had just known. The man's voice echoed in my ears as if he was right beside me.

Two pairs of heavy footsteps with a pair of black figures approached me. In front of me, they kneeled. Their eyes were looking for my face that was hidden behind a curtain of my hair. Bruce looked worried. Being soft, I knew Bruce would've hugged me if he got the chance, but with Tony filling most of the space in front of me, Bruce had to back off a little.

"Did you know?" I asked Tony. There was a crease on his forehead. For a split second, I thought I saw raw emotion coming from him, though he masked it quickly with a blank stare.

"What did you see in there?" Tony asked.

"You know, Tony," I whispered, still weak from the machine sucking out my energy. "You know I wanted to see my biological parents. You were the one who set up the time and year. So tell me, how long have you known? Have you told them?"

"A while," Tony answered, though not without a pause. His voice was so low as if he was disappointed in himself for not telling me the truth sooner. "And, I haven't told them, no. I just thought you would want to tell them yourself when you found it out. And when you're ready."

I sighed and nodded. With Tony's personality, I always had an impression where he didn't like me as a friend because he was always harsh with me. Sometimes gave me a cold shoulder because I hung out with Bruce. He wouldn't let me help him. However, right now, I felt like I finally found the best version of Tony.

I grabbed Tony's shoulders and hugged him, and continued to hug him when he protested. I smiled in triumph when he didn't push me, but allowed me to hug him for as long as I wanted. Maybe this was my only chance to hug my brother. Behind Tony, Bruce was smiling at us. In those eyes, I saw something that was not there before.

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I was searching through the mess of randomness that is the notes app on my work computer and came across the introductory backstory I'd written for the time when the 'culture club' thought it would be fun to have a conference call where everyone was dressed up like superheroes (which, of course, was going to overcome my natural cynicism of workplace 'fun' activities, because any day I can dress with the abandon of a 5-year old with free reign of a Children's Museum's costume shop knowing that I have a free-pass from ridicule, is a day I'm going to take advantage of.)

In hopes of luring in participation from people who didn't have a random collection of Batman and/or Marvel masks lying around their homes (which a surprising number of coworkers did actually happen to just have at the ready in case Disney or Commissioner Gordan needed them to step in.) or at least to have something to do their judging event on that wasn't throwing a dart at a board of a bunch of dudes in the same batman mask to decide on 'best costume', they created a category for 'create your own superhero or super-villain' which allowed you to dress up as your creation and wear whatever (including your normal clothes claiming you were in your Kentian mild-mannered disguise ) and be able to snag honours so long as you prepared a backstory and description of the character.

This is my true wheelhouse. I never seem to have the motivation or attention span to write actual prose anymore, but I can lose hours in spinning an elaborate backstory like nothing else because it's all ideas and fragments. In middle school and high school whenever I would get stuck cast in those 'impatient woman in elevator' roles so the department head could make sure the acting part wouldn't get in the way of making me do double duty as props and assistant director; I used to create enormous backstories for that character and how they invisibly wove through the plot of the show to reach those 30 seconds of overlap with the lead characters. (This is probably why Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead is one of my favourite plays; because firstly, it's fucking brilliant, and secondly it felt like it vindicated the maybe over-the-top thing I just always did on my own, that most of my drama club friends sort of rolled their eyes at.)

This is also all just a long-winded intro to where I just wanted to post the little character intro monologue I'd written to justify wanting to wear an eye patch, a ww2 nurse's cape, cyberpunkish mid-calf leather boots, and a random blonde wig for the day. (And I am kind of proud that I got that far lore-wise in maybe 2 hours tops, though I do admit that I completely leaned on a Tumblr post (which I should find so I can credit whoever is responsible for that writing prompt) about what if everyone has superpowers, but they had to be unique so yours is probably not very useful, as a total jumping off point.) It's also probably because it's been a while since I wrote it and seeing it again I found myself kind of like, 'oh that could actually be interesting to actually do something with.' and usually when I find old stuff like that I'm just like 'why did the me of whenever I coughed this out think this was good?'

So anyway the character (and of course, I chose not super-hero, not super-villain, but secret third thing, super-cynical-and-super-tired-of-everyone's-bullshit-mercenary+powers) monologue which can now only be disappointing because the lead in is too long.

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They call me Hiniku Kijo.

This world is one where, sure everyone has a super power, but since only one person at a time can have any given power, most people have lame ones and society is stratified by the perceived value of the one you ‘inherit’.

I used to be one of the ‘good guys’, using my ability to read any enemy’s next planned move by merely looking at them to advise troops in the war on ‘evil’.

But then, someone tried to kill me with a cursed dagger for my powers. I lost an eye, and they got to ‘inherit’ my ability, which was obviously not that reliable in hindsight given the whole assassination thing I walked right into. But, I gained the ability to pass freely between the underworld and our world and to see with a glance the most efficient way to destroy a foe.

As for the ‘good guys’? Well, my would-be assassin is their golden boy. And I’m not interested in swearing up with that bunch of overcompensating ego-maniacs in the villain league. So I guess that makes me… a free agent, out to put an end to them both.

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