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[knotfodder]

name: Arthur Pearson nicknames: none (yet) dob. age: October 13 (33) gender: Male / Trans pronouns: (he/him/his) secondary gender: Alpha occupation: museum director species: witch fc: Josh Dallas

+attentive, curious, focused.+ -dismissive, closed off, mysterious.-

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

Tags: @eclecticwildflowers, @illiana-mystery

warnings: swearing

I rubbed my forehead as I took another sip from my cup, draining it in one go. The noise of another cup being put down made me look up. Jim stood there with a case file under one arm, cup of coffee in his hand and a smile on his face.

“late night? Or early morning?” He asked, pressing a kiss to my head as he moved to sit next to me. I rubbed my eyes and grabbed his hand, tilting it to catch a look at his watch.

“Both I think.” I said, letting go of his hand. Jim chuckled and leaned over to flip through the file in front of me. “Maybe I should head to bed.” I said, rubbing my face before leaning into Jim.

“want me to join you?” He asked, pulling back to look at me. I shrugged. “Yeah I’ll come with. I can read a file in bed. It’s fine.”

“you’re commissioner. You can do what you want.” I yawned as I stood up. Jim took my hand as he walked with me back to our bedroom. I climbed into bed and he waited until I was comfortable before climbing in next to me. I moved over to lay on his chest while jim wrapped his arm around me, file laying open on his lap.

“I’ll wake you in a couple hours.” I groaned as I turned my head into his chest to block out the light. “You need to eat. I’ll make you something. Don’t worry about it.” I nodded and let myself drift off. When I woke up later, my face was turned into a pillow and Jim was walking in with a tray of food. “Afternoon sleepy head.” He teased, setting down the tray and leaning in to kiss me.

“thought you said it would only be a couple hours.” I grumbled, brushing the hair out of my face as I looked over the tray. Jim smiled as he brought it closer. “You didn’t need to make this much food.”

“thought you deserved it.” Jim shrugged. “After pulling an all nighter like you did.” I nodded as I started to eat. “That file? What’s it on?” I swallowed my mouth full and smiled at him.

“case study. Thought I’d take a look at some of the older cold cases.” Jim nodded. “It’s some of the older joker murders.”

“I thought we solved all of those.” Jim’s said as he stole a piece of toast off the tray.

“the Arthur fleck ones.” I said, covering my mouth while I ate. “The original joker.” Jim rolled his eyes and I laughed. “Yeah I know. It also takes me across the Wayne murders and i thought i was seeing something there. Maybe some way to tie them to him and actually make them stick this time.” I shrugged while Jim looked impressed with me. “I’ll have to look again but I’m thinking now that I’ve slept and ate, maybe there wasn’t really something there at all.”

“well if anyone can find it, it’s you.” Jim assured me. “I’d be happy to help if you need it.” I nodded as we continued to eat. “Any other plans for the rest of the day?”

“depends. What do you have in mind?” I asked. “I might be able to be persuaded to put the file on hold.” Jim leaned over and kissed me deeply, one hand on my cheek.

“I can think of a few things.” He said, pulling back slightly as I trailed after him.

“you drive a hard bargain commissioner.” I teased him. “But I think I’m in agreement.” Pulling him back with me as I laid back, I kissed him just as deeply.

[quackerzzz]

Arthur Brown, AKA Cluemaster and his assistant/daughter Stephanie. Steph will get her own bio soon dw.

Backstory under the cut

Arthur Brown was one of the head scientists of Nygma Labs and dear friend of Edward Nygma. He had a loving wife Crystal and a amazing daughter Stephanie, who was around 4 at the time. Every night they would get together and watch game shows together as a family. Arthur was one of the few responsible for overseeing Riddler's development, although Arthur had an issue of treating Riddler like he was exactly like his creator and not a seperate being.

Riddler grew a...well not exact but a somewhat hatred for Arthur and his treatment of him. When Riddler inevitably took over the facility, he saved the worst fate of them all for Arthur, placing him in his own automated torture chamber far away from the others Even after Riddler's first defeat, it took months before Batman and the GPD could find Arthur. All the while, Arthur was mentally and physically tortured, to the point of temporary death at some points before having his heart restarted.

By the time he was found, Arthur's mind had completely shattered from the incident and he was committed to Arkham for years. For years he yearned for his family and wished to regain them, breaking out to try to see his wife and daughter once more. But when he had made it to Crystal, he was still unstable and ending up scaring her, causing her to file a restraining order and take away custody of Steph. However, rather than respect her wishes and leave them alone, Arthur decided to hatch a scheme to get her back permanently. Donning the persona of one of the game show hosts they loved, Arthur kidnapped his now teenage daughter and dragged her into a whirlwind life of crime.

All so he could have a family back. And this time, he'd take revenge on Batman for not saving him in time too. After all, he still has that Batgirl of his, right?

[maribat-menagerie]

Menagerie Medallions Results: Surprise Statistics

Unlike the other sections of this event, the statistics are being showcased to everyone with all the tags to announce a new side blog being run by the Menagerie.

This new blog is Maribat-Staturdays!

All of the ships voted on for monthly checks of their Ao3 stats will be included in the first post there to help tie it all together.

Without further ado, let's see how the fandom answered the following questions!

Are any of the following ships that have been seen ones you would like to see more of in the fandom?

Cassette was the most popular answer! Dickinette, Timari, & Marave were the runner's ups! Daminette, Konette, Jaydrien, Tim/Zoe, Roynette, & Stephinette all had votes to them as well. Brucinette... sadly got no love. (Perhaps we run this back with a tumblr poll?)

Are any of the following ships that have not been seen ones that you would like to see more of in the fandom?

Dick/Chloe, Wonderbug, & Marinette/Ivy all tied for most popular! Dick/Wally/Chloe, Chloe/Jason, Wally/Marinette, & Barbara/Adrien were all runners up with a vote each! There was some confusion on this question. The ships listed in this part were ones that fandom goers had not previously seen before in the fandom. This was at its core looking at the rarest of rare pairs that people had suggested to see which of those voters wanted to see the most. Hopefully that helps clear it up!

Are any of the following Bio-Parent ideas that have not been seen ones that you would like to see more of in the fandom?

Diana "Wonder Woman" to Marinette was the most wanted! Tim to Marinette & Hal Jordan to Adrien were the runners up! Arthur Curry to Adrien came in right behind. Barry Allen to Adrien & Oliver Queen to Adrien, Felix or Chloe were also suggested! This is a set of ideas filed with potential. If you want to create for these, Bio-Parent Month is happening in 2025 by the OG Bio-Dad Bruce Month creator! Check out the amazing @maribat-bpm for more information and send thanks for expanding it to the possibilities of the fandom!

Are any of the following characters one(s) you consider underrated in the fandom?

Luka, Steph, Raven, & Terry McGinnis were the most underrated! (We need more Batman Beyond, let's be honest) Wally was the runner up! Alix, Selina Kyle, Constantine, & Billy Batson were all brought up as well. There's one other character but they will be mentioned after the next question. This is good list for those wondering what characters to try using in their pieces!

Are any of the following characters one(s) you consider overrated in the fandom?

Zoe was by far the most overrated. Damian came in close second. Batman, not Bruce, lead the bottom. Joker & Scarecrow got mentions as well because of how overused they are. Now... the character was included in both was Chloe. This a character that feels to be simply Rated not Over or Under.

Finally, if you had the power to choose the ship that established the fandom, what would you pick?

Daminette still took the most the ship to establish the fandom! However... Timari, Alley Cat & Marave all tied as a runner up with only a vote separating them from tying with Daminette! Dickinette had a single vote. Sadly, no Jasonette lovers participated as no one seemed to think it should have established the fandom.

That's All!

The last question is going to be explored over on Maribat Staturdays so check that out if you enjoy these stats.

Another reminder to check out Maribat Bio-Parent Month for the content related to that.

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[rokutouxei]

the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

ikemen vampire: temptation through the dark theo van gogh / mc | T | [ ao3 link in bio ]

The challenge seemed pretty simple: to try to befriend the university bookshop's most sour employee, Theo van Gogh. As a literature major with a boatload of book recommendations on her back, it ought to be a simple task indeed. But as she uncovers what lies between Theo's pages, the more she finds it harder to become closer to him without having to put the feeling directly into words. What can she learn from Theo about what it means to stay—and how can she teach Theo about what it means to let go?

[ masterpost for all chapters ]

CHAPTER 1 OF 22

“Hey Theo, your girlfriend’s here.”

Just as she always is: 2:00pm every Wednesday and Sunday, carrying a maroon Kånken bag slung over one shoulder, dark brown hair up in an (adorably) messy half-bun. Today, she’s wearing a black turtleneck under a plaid coat, because it’s early fall now, and every day is a little colder than the last. Mustard-colored shorts over leggings, high-cut Doc Martens. She’s looking at the books on display through the window, hand pressed lightly on the glass.

Theo looks up just long enough to confirm that it is her, their favorite customer, before he disinterestedly returns his gaze to his book. “She isn’t my girlfriend.”

Working in the most reliable, well-known bookstore in a university town means a lot of university students come and go regularly, whether it’s for books needed for class or idle reading. There are a lot of familiar faces, but hers is arguably the most recognizable, considering she’s there twice every week.

Like on clockwork.

Arthur, Theo’s only other co-worker, has just finished shelving the new stock of books by the register when she finally decides to enter. The little bell hanging by the door rings as she does. Theo doesn’t even bother. Arthur makes up for it with his enthusiasm. “Welcome to Dragon’s Hoard Bookstore—oh, it’s you, little bird!” He walks up to her and they do a little high five.

She smiles; it crinkles the corner of her eyes ever so gently. “Hey, Arthur! Nice to see you.”

“How’s your class with The Professor Everyone Hates?”

“Oh, please, don’t get me started,” she sighs. “Considered shifting to lit yet? I could use the company.”

Arthur smiles conspiratorially. “Only for you, luv.”

Theo flips a page on his book. Ah, of course Arthur’s become friends with her. Arthur hits up anything that vaguely resembles the shape of a woman—a couch, a shelf, name it. He’s not really interested in his co-worker’s woman-hunting pursuits.

Arthur, however, seems to be a little more up to it. Theo doesn’t quite know if it’s because he’s interested in the girl he keeps insisting is Theo’s girlfriend, or just because both of them are friends. That makes her a bigger weirdo. Who wants to be friends with Arthur? “So, how can we help you today?”

“I actually came in to pick up my book! I got the message that it’s in—and I need it for class. I ordered it last week.”

Theo feels the stare directed at him all the way across the store—not that it’s that large to begin with. He doesn’t need to look up to know that Arthur is throwing him that glance he has become so familiar with—but he raises his head anyway just to glare back at him, a silent Please don’t.

But when did Arthur ever listen to him anyway? “If it’s a special order then it should be at the register,” the playboy sing-songs, ignoring the death stare he’d received. “How about go over and ask Theo, hmm?”

A tick of a vein on his forehead. Don’t get him wrong—working retail in a small quiet town isn’t anywhere as bad as, say, being employed in a big fancy spot downtown, but when Arthur is regularly like this to him… it’s rather easy to work up a temper. Calm down, Theo says to himself, as he puts his feet down from the chair to sit a little more appropriately for work. The girl takes a pause—gauging, measuring, making sure?—before answering with a half-hesitant, but still lively “Thanks Arthur!”.

The store is just small enough that in five steps, she is in front of him.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” He steels his face to a practiced, charming customer-service smile that makes Arthur snicker from across the store. One day Theo’s definitely going to get that idiot fired, or mangled, and no one will know it was him. “A special order? I need an ID for that.”

“Yeah, sure!” she pulls out a student ID from her pocket, places it on the counter, and wrings her hands like she’s nervous. Why, though. It’s just a book. Theo takes the ID, looks at her name, gives it back to her, and coolly looks through the stacks of books underneath the desk.

Theo doesn’t know where she gets this curiosity and her fidgety hands, but by the time he’s pulled out her book—a book of literary criticism on 20th century poets (that just makes sense, doesn’t it. a literature major in the bookstore, he thinks to himself)—she’s already flipping through the book he was just reading, chewing on her lower lip. She near-jolts when she realizes her book is already on the counter, lost in between the pages of his book.

Ah, the thought pings in Theo’s mind. Arthur’s a trying-hard literature major. That’s probably where they’ve met.

“Any particular poet you’re interested in?” he asks once he’s gone up, dusting the book off gently with his hands. He doesn’t really like small talk, but it’s bookshop etiquette at this point.

“Cummings, maybe?” she answers, and it makes Arthur stifle a laugh from the other end of the store; it’s audible to everyone no matter how hard he tries.

“A world of made is not a world of born,” Theo recites, to which she beams.

“Yes, pity poor flesh and trees, poor stars and stones,” she finishes. She looks entirely too visibly pleased by their exchange: Theo isn’t too thrilled about it. “I suppose you’ll find it cheesy that I like his love poems.”

“They’re great, hard to not like,” he says, following up with another poem: “kisses are a better fate than wisdom, lady i swear by all flowers.”

“You are whatever a moon has always meant, and whatever a sun will always sing is you,” she offers, as well. Grinning awkwardly as she puts Theo’s book back on the counter—a Camus, not really her jam—she says, “I really didn’t take you to be a poetry kind of guy.”

“Not only literature majors read poetry,” Theo answers.

She flushes and pouts a little, making Theo chuckle under his breath. “Well, I don’t really know what major you’re taking,” she says, recomposing herself. Theo has an inkling why she’s so nervous now, but he’s not really interested in it. “No way to find out.”

Theo shakes his head and pushes the order-claims log and a pen in her direction. “How about give it a guess.”

She presses the cap of the pen to just below her pink lip and thinks. “Hmm… political science?”

“Wrong.” Theo slips her book into a paper bag with the bookstore’s logo stamped on it.

She pouts, but a little less seriously than earlier. She signs the log and pushes it back to him. “Aww, dammit. You looked like a crook, too.”

It takes a few seconds for it to sink in, Theo busy sorting the files into their proper boxes. “What?”

“I’m kidding!” she says with a grin. She doesn’t move to take her book, just rests her elbows on the counter and her chin on her palms. She’s here every week at this hour, she knows when business is slow; she can go and pester the employees, sure. And with Arthur enabling her, there is no escape for Theo. He’s really going to strangle Four-Eyes soon. “History?”

Theo doesn’t want to indulge her, but he’s a good employee. “What stereotypes are you going on, here?”

“Well, literature isn’t really a favored field as it is, and you’re reading Camus, so…” she trails off. “Figured poetry was just your little nerd thing, and you’re some serious dude elsewhere.”

He’s not usually the confrontational type, in fact, he’d rather get this conversation over with, but somehow he can’t stop. He’ll never hear the end of this from Arthur later. “A nerd, says the one who is always at the bookstore, peering over the window looking at books. Can almost see your tail wagging excitedly like a little hondje.”

She narrows her eyes at him. “I don’t know what that last word means but it sounds like an insult.”

Theo shrugs, trying to freeze the smirk out of his face. “Guess you’ll never know.”

At that exact moment, a trio of what looked like exhausted seniors enters the store, the bell at the doorway announcing their entrance. Theo half-heartedly calls out a Welcome to Dragon’s Hoard! because Arthur is in the back room.

“Times up for me,” their—no, Arthur’s—favorite customer finally says in defeat, after what seems like ten years. She picks up her book from the counter. “One day I’ll figure out your major and find an even worse insult to tell you, Theo,” she teases, grinning as she turns away.

“Try,” Theo only drily answers, to which she puts out her tongue, and finally leaves the bookshop with a spring in her step.

Like any regular devil, Arthur’s timing is impeccable, as right at this moment he emerges from where he’s sorting books some shelves away, swinging by the register with a grin. He turns to check that their other customers are far from earshot, but then it’s his turn to torment Theo. Of course. Theo doesn’t get paid enough for this.

“Aww, didn’t want to get caught flirting with an employee. What a sweetheart.”

“What the hell are you talking about,” Theo asks. “If that was flirting then she wasn’t trying at all. Had no effect on me whatsoever.”

Arthur pulls a face of mock disbelief. “Sure, sure. She was making such a cute face, too. But if ever you change your mind, she left her number in the order log, so you might want to—"

“Leave me alone, Arthur,” Theo sighs, and Arthur laughs like he’s won.

--

Was that worth it? Was that actually worth it? Holy shit.

She walks two blocks away from the bookshop before turning into a random street corner to breathe. She presses the paper bag against her chest, feeling her heart trying to keep up with the demand for blood, mostly to her face. No, it wasn’t, her brain almost answers for her, but did she actually expect anything else? He’s mighty fine—easily one of the more tolerable face in this drab university town, and with a stare like that that could easily throw people off, push admirers away… he couldn’t, in this lifetime, have been someone who would go down without a fight.

And what a fight it was, if she could call that one! She didn’t expect him to answer back, much less tolerate that much conversation from her, and yet! Her head was spinning so fast, trying to process the information.

“What the hell man, relax,” she says to herself, leaning against the brick wall behind her with a thump. Why the hell did you do that? What the hell is wrong with you? Oh my god.

Even with her heart pounding angrily inside her chest, so loudly she can barely hear anything, she doesn’t find the strength, the will, or the desire to get the grin out of her face. Oh, boy, was that worth it. Kind of fun, really.

She wouldn’t call herself a heartbreaker in any way—she’s close to Arthur, being in the same club and such, but she is no way near his level. All she really wants is to be done with this and get out of this goddamn town that’s been keeping her hostage for years. But god, why did she had to have slipped and told Arthur she thinks his co-worker is kind of hot?

Arthur knowing about her crush and Arthur knowing about her little penchant for doing things she’s either been told not to do or told she would not be able to do—really was her undoing. One little you know, Theo’s the last person you want to befriend if you want a hint of romance; he probably won’t even spare you five seconds, and they both know from that very moment that she would go for the kill.

She does.

She does and it is glorious.

She could feel Arthur grinning at her from across the bookstore the entire time.

It’s taken her weeks to gather the courage, but—who knew it would be this thrilling? It wasn’t like she was looking for a relationship, she just “wants to join in on the fun,” as Arthur likes to say. Oh, is this why the man’s so addicted to doing this? It sure is adrenalizing. Kind of fun.

When her breathing is a little more stable and her legs a little steadier, she resumes her walk to her favorite café with a little spring on her step. She hasn’t felt this determined to get on with reading in a long time.

“Welcome!” the familiar baristas call out when she arrives, and she waves at them as she piles her stuff on her typical spot. When she approaches the counter, the barista with sunflower-yellow hair and a smile like summer recognizes her, beaming. “Hey! The usual?”

She smiles back. “Yep, thank you!”

Ah, why does this feel so good?

--

“Are you opening shop tomorrow, or am I?”

Arthur is sweeping off the dust by the register and Theo is closing down the windows—it’s 5:00 in the afternoon and the shop closes early on weekends. It’s phrased as a question, but Theo’s voice is resolute: Arthur is opening the shop tomorrow.

It’s the least he can do for all the chaos with bringing that girl from the literary club.

Arthur isn’t even a literature major. Yet. This is ridiculous.

“I will, I will,” Arthur pledges, shaking off the dust into the bin. “I really don’t understand though, when you’ll still be here 10 minutes earlier than I will be,”

Theo doesn’t even blink. “It’s called being on time, Arthur.”

“No timecards in this bookstore, are there?” Arthur answers, but he’ll still be here right on time tomorrow anyway. Not early, just on time. Just like most of him, Theo supposes—isn’t that why he’s on a gap year in the middle of his medical degree? Dabbling in electives in the literature department of all things. Arthur seems to catch onto this train of thought and adds—“Pardon good sir, but you, too are only taking one class this semester.”

And that’s true—Theo only has one class, on Saturday mornings, when his day off is scheduled. He could have taken his thesis course already this semester, but… “I have other priorities right now,” he says, just as he always does, and then quips, for good measure, “but you are just loitering. Don’t make comparisons.”

Arthur laughs at that only because he’s so used to Theo already, saying, “Oh, you wound me.” He puts away the broom to its compartment at the back and goes to the door to leave. Not before he looks back at the register where Theo has just finished packing his bag. “If you need the miss’ number—”

“Go home, Arthur.”

—which is answered by boisterous laughter, the chimes at the doorway ringing.

--

Late that night, hair still damp from the shower, she suddenly remembers to look up the word that’s been stuck in the inside of her head all afternoon, disrupting her thought processes, letting her lose her train of thought. Hell, she doesn’t even know how to spell it—she has to wrangle with letters being added and removed to get the translator to recognize the language.

Hawje.

Hanje.

Howche.

Honje.

Hondje, the app finally offers, pinging with recognition as it shows her the translation.

She takes a moment to stare at the screen, taking it in.

“What?”

She presses the flip button. English turning to Dutch. Same results. Presses it again, Dutch to English. Same results. She looks up, stares at the blank wall, remembers what he told her.

“…Can almost see your tail wagging excitedly like a little hondje.”

Her mouth falls open in offense, eyes darting back to her phone.

“DID HE CALL ME A DOG?”

Ah, the beginnings of a twisted, cruel love.

[raccoonwritings]

In your bio it says you take prompts, now this is kinda a basic idea but: Eliott and Lucas goes to Party and Eliott gets really drunk and starts flirting with Lucas even though they are already together.

I do take prompts and I really loved this one so I wrote about both Elliot getting drunk and Lucas getting crossed.

Both are under the cut!

Elliot

Lucas makes sure to ask his boyfriend before they head to thepregame if drinking on his meds is safe. He trusts him when he says he’s alreadytalked to his doctors and they’ve approved drinking every once and a while,just as long as he takes all his medications in the morning and doesn’t drink toomuch too frequently. Lucas doesn’t think that’s too unreasonable and so whenthey reach the pregame an hour later, he doesn’t stop his boyfriend from takinga beer or two out of the fridge in rapid succession. He decides it’s best if hedoesn’t drink, though, just in case Eliott gets sick and he needs his strengthto carry his much taller boyfriend’s drunk ass back to his apartment. He canstill have a great time without alcohol.

The pregame doesn’t last long before the entire group headsto a party at Emma’s, Eliott’s hand firmly planted in his as they walk thestreets. Their friends are walking ahead of them, shouting and laughing andencouraging them to move their asses.  Hecould see Eliott was slightly buzzed and grinning wildly, and there hasn’t beenanything to cause concern yet, so Lucas watches quietly while he grabs anotherbeer or two or three.

Almost two hours into the party, Lucas is standing in thekitchen with his friends, laughing and scoffing at the inappropriateness of Basile’scomments about girls, which have gotten better over the course of the past fewmonths, with Eliott’s help. He nurses his first and only beer of the evening andlistens to the boys drone on and on about their mediocre sex lives, while he knowshe’s got it good. A loud noise calls his attention to the entrance to thekitchen, where Eliott is propped up on the door frame. He’s noticeably drunkand goofy smiling at Lucas before appearing to sober up, at least a little bit,and strut over to his boyfriend.

“Hey, handsome,” he says, the smell of alcohol on his tongue.Lucas only realizes what’s happening what Eliott smoothing leans against thecounter next to him, a move he has noticed many guys do with him. Eliott’sdrunk ass was flirting with him.

“Hey,” Lucas responses with a pop of his eyebrows. The boysmust be noticing what’s happening because they promptly make an excuse to leavethe kitchen to let Lucas deal with his shitfaced boyfriend. Or maybe theywanted Lucas to get some action, who knows.

“You know, you’re quite the looker,” Eliott compliments andruns a hand through Lucas’ hair.

“Oh, really, tell me more,” he inquires a bit sarcastically,seeming throwing Eliott off his game.

“First, babe, you have to tell me if you came here withanyone,” he requires casually, while his hand comes up to cup Lucas’ cheek.

He moves his face closer to Eliott’s, so that their lips arealmost touching. “Yeah, I did.” He gives him sex eyes, but Eliott doesn’t seemto get the message, because he removes his hand from Lucas’ cheek and takes asmall step back.

“Oh, like your boyfriend?” Eliott slurs slightly.

Lucas snorts. “Yeah, I did. He’s pretty cute, too.” Lucas smilesup at his boyfriend, whose face falls almost instantly.

“Oh okay!” His tone is forced excitement. “I’m just gonna gothen.” Before Lucas realizes it, his boyfriend has left him standing in thekitchen all by himself, dumbfounded. What just happened? He was flirting withEliott, calling him cute and he just walked away? Lucas knows he isn’t understandingsomething, so he goes in search of his very drunk boyfriend.

It takes him a few minutes to weave his way through the crowdsof people dancing, kissing, grinding. He doesn’t see Eliott anywhere in theliving room or dining room and he doubts he could make his way up the stairswith all the alcohol in his system, so Lucas decides the best option would be toscope out the rooms on the other side of the first floor.

The first room he peeks into is a spare bedroom and he findsa couple making out half naked and quickly removes himself from the areabecause he has not desire to see a girl naked. Like ever. The second room islocked, so the option is crossed from Lucas’ list and he heads towards the bathroomat the end of the hall when he hears familiar voices.

“Eliott, what’s going on?” A voice asks. Lucas knows within secondsit’s Imane.

“I j-just, I saw this really c-cute boy standing in thekitchen with his friends, and I went o-over to talk to him and he’s so much cuterup close, Imane, he really is. I’m p-pretty sure he’s the love of my life. B-buthe came here with someone, his b-boyfriend, and he looked so h-happy when hetalked about him. He has this really sweet s-smile, b-but, he’s taken and I can’thave him. He’s never gonna smile about me, Imane.” Eliott was crying hard, andLucas was so incredibly endeared by the fact that his boyfriend was so enamoredby him, even after a year of dating, that he wanted to be the one Lucas wassmiling about. His heart grew several sizes hearing about how crazy Eliott isabout him. His boyfriend is, without a doubt, the sweetest person in the entireworld, Lucas knows this. The only thing about the situation Lucas hates is thatEliott is crying this hard and his boyfriend sensors are up and at attention.He needs to make it stop.

“Eliott, I think you might hav-” Imane cuts herself off whenshe sees Lucas enter the bathroom. Lucas didn’t realize that the rest of thegirls were in the bathroom with Eliott as well. He gives them all a smile.

“Hey,” he says, glancing around the room at everyone. Henotices that Eliott is too busy crying to look at him. His heart breaks andpieces itself back together.

“Hi Lucas!” Daphy exclaims and Eliott looks at him.

“Even his name is c-cute,” Eliott whispers through his tears.Holy hell. Lucas loves him so much.

“Wanna take over here?” Imane inquires, knowing Lucas isgoing to be the only one to settle the crying boy down.

“Yeah, I’ll take over. Thanks girls.” He switches placeswith Imane, who was standing in front of Eliott, and watches all the girls fileout. He starts talking when the door closes.

“Hey handsome, why are you so upset?” Lucas looks at hisboyfriend with a gentle smile on his face.

“Don’t call me h-handsome. You have a boyfriend. That’s whyI’m upset.” Eliott snuffles and boy, Lucas wants to just wrap him up in hisarms and hold him there forever.

“You’re right, I do. He’s one of the sweetest people I knowand I’m completely head over heels in love with him.” Lucas leans up to coverEliott’s cheeks with his hands and wipe away the tears streaming down the loveof his life’s cheeks with his thumbs.

“I’m r-really happy for you, I p-promise, but you s-should prollygo. He might get upset that you’re in here with another guy.”

Lucas giggles softly, “I think this is exactly where hewould want me to be actually. In a bathroom at a house party, taking care ofhis boyfriend’s drunk ass.” His voice is so sincere, and love oozes out of him,especially when Eliott’s eyes snap up and meet his. He hates how Eliott’sbeautiful blue eyes become so overtaken by redness when he cries. He hates whenEliott cries and would give absolutely anything in this universe to make itstop.

“What to do you-” Eliott starts, but gets interrupted byLucas, who pulls Eliott’s face close to his and rubs their noses together.

“You’re my boyfriend, you absolute ninny. That smile you sawin the kitchen was about you. Those smiles are almost always about you. You’remy everything and I’m never gonna let up on the fact that you flirted with methinking that we weren’t together. Just to inform you, we’ve been dating justover a year, and if you think I’ve ever letting you go, you’re ridiculous andmost likely drunk.” Lucas finishes, winded and out of breath and so, so inlove. Eliott is smiling something big and lopsided and Lucas stands up on histippy toes to kiss his boyfriend, who tastes like alcohol and tears, but it’sstill the best kiss in the world because it’s with his boyfriend.

They pull apart and Eliott just stares at him. “I’m so luckyand really drunk, I’m gonna throw up now.” Lucas processes all the words asquick as he can, but not quick enough to avoid Eliott throwing up all over hisshoes. God, he really loves him. He ignores the vomit on his feet and helps hisboyfriend to the toilet, slowly rubbing his back while he heaves into the whiteceramic shitter.

Yeah, he may be a great party with throw up on his sneakersand a drunk boyfriend throwing up into the toilet, but there’s no place he’drather be.

Lucas

“No, no, guys. Him!” Lucas is pointing in the direction of a very tall, very handsome stranger standing in the corner of the crowded living room.

Yann is making sure he knows who Lucas is pointing to. “Him, Lucas?”

“Nooooo! The tall, dark, mysterious one in the black leather jacket!” Lucas whines incredulously. He hears Arthur and Basile snickering and he does know quite why, but honestly he doesn’t care. He has his sights set on that boy and he was going to get him.

“Oh, you mean Eliott?” Yann asks Lucas, seemingly knowing everything.

Eliott. What a cute name. How has he not met him yet? Wow, Lucas is smitten before he even meets him. He has to meet him like yesterday. He slurps down the rest of his beer. “I’m gonna go flirt him up!” He hops up from the couch, noticing Yann’s smug expression.

“Yeah? Gonna go flirt him up?” Yann smiles then holds his drink up to his lips.

“Yeah, Lucas, go get him!” Arthur laughs and gives him a reassuring pat on the back. Basile gives him two thumbs up and Lucas is good to go. He’s totally got this in the bag.

When he looks to find Eliott, he’s disappeared, presumably into the kitchen, because Lucas hears what he assumes is his voice. It’s the only beautiful one he’s heard all night. He follows the sound and finds Eliott leaning up against the counter, chatting with an objectively pretty girl. No, absolutely not. He will not allow this girl to flirt with his future man. He rudely interrupts their conversation and finds that he doesn’t really care.

“Hey, sweet thang.” In retrospect, not the smoothest thing he could say, but he’s intoxicated, so he’s not exactly thinking with the most clarity.

Eliott turns to him and he wants those eyes on him all the time, all day everyday. He eyes Lucas up like a piece of candy and the look sends signals straight down south.

“Hey babe,” his smooth voice almost makes Lucas’ eyes bulge out of his head. His ears are melting and his heart stutters at the ‘babe’.

Time to turn up the charm. “You come here often?” That’s one of his best lines, he knows.

Eliott raises his eyebrows, and smiles. “All the time babe, don’t know how I could’ve missed a pretty face like yours.” Fuck, this guy was good.

“Guess you’re not observant then, cause I’m here all the time, handsome.” The last word was involuntary. Sometimes his brain adds unnecessary words to his sentences. He doesn’t appreciate it.

“Aw do you think I’m handsome?” Eliott giggles and gives Lucas a big smile. The smile is mesmerizing.

“Mhmm very pretty,” he blurts out, but doesn’t bother to feel embarrassed. He does hear something behind him though, and when he turns he sees his friends standing there nearly shitting their pants with laughter. What’s so funny? He frowns. He’s just trying to get some from a cute guy.

“Why the frown?” Eliott looks at him curiously and with concern. He’s just about to tell him why when the thought occurs to him that he doesn’t even know if Eliott is single. He can’t flirt with a taken man, he doesn’t roll that way.

“Are you here with anyone?” Lucas’ eyes bore into Eliott’s. Eliott stands there for a minute too long and Lucas is dreading the answer.

“Nah, babe,” Eliott is speaking and there are hands settling on his ass, pulling him forward and positioning him right in between Eliott’s legs, “I’m all yours.” The last words are whispered into his ear right before he feels Eliott nibble on his earlobe. Lucas lays his palms on Eliott’s chest and leans into him. The nibbling on his ear stops, “mhmm babe, are you crossed? You reek of weed and booze.”

Lucas ducks his head and suddenly feels the need to pull away, but when he does, the hands on his ass keep him right in that spot. “I may have smoked and drank a bit. I get it if you don’t want to hookup with me.” The hands apply pressure, and Lucas gasps. One of them peel off and take Lucas’ hand, guiding it towards his crotch, which Lucas feels is big and hard. Fuck.

“You have no idea how much I want you. Can you feel it?” Eliott makes Lucas’ hand cup the tent in his jeans and his thoughts are running rampant. Eliott wants him. This has to be a dream. Lucas hopes it never ends. “I just want to make sure you want this.”

Lucas thinks his head may snap from how fast he nods his head. “Please.” It comes out way more whiny than Lucas intends, but he doesn’t care. The next thing is feels is Eliott’s tongue in his mouth and he sighs obscenely. There’s another noise behind him, but he doesn’t bother to look or be concerned with it. Whatever it is, it isn’t bothering them.

They continue like that for a few minutes, with Eliott eventually pressing him up against the counter and grinding up on him before Lucas takes a pause. “Baby, what’s wrong?” Eliott asks, brushing a piece of hair from Lucas’ fallen quiff out of his face. Everytime Eliott calls him a variation of ‘baby’, he can feel his cheeks flush.

“I’m a little tired,” Lucas says, playing nervously with the zipper on Eliott’s hoodie, “can we go back to your place?” he briefly glances up and can only see fondness on the boy’s face.

“Of course cutie. Let me get my coat.” Lucas nods and Eliott jogs off in search of his jacket. When he does return, he smiles at Lucas and puts an arm around his waist with the purpose of steadying him, but Lucas just thinks it’s because Eliott wants his hand there, which isn’t entirely untrue.

They leave the party, not even bothering to say goodbye to the boys, because Lucas is going to a hot guy’s house and there are way more important things to think about. He can feel Eliott’s hand in his and enjoys the walk thoroughly, despite it being slightly chilly out. Scratch that, it’s very chilly, but that might be because Lucas isn’t wearing a jacket or any outerwear at all, really. He must of left it at home or back at the party, maybe? Oh well, it doesn’t matter now, except Eliott seems to notice it.

“Are you cold, babe? Would you like my jacket?” Lucas hates saying yes, but he’s very cold so he nods shallowly. Eliott smiles as he shrugs his jacket off and holds it out for Lucas to slip his arms through. The first thing he notices about the jacket is that Eliott is big. Either that or he just enjoys oversized clothing because Lucas is actually swimming in it, but he doesn’t care. He’s warm and cozy and honestly a bit sleepy. His yawn signals that to Eliott, who inquires about it and when Lucas agrees that yes, he is just a bit tired because it’s late and he’s very intoxicated, Eliott takes it upon himself to scoop Lucas up bridal style and carry him the rest of the way to the apartment.

Lucas must have fallen asleep somewhere between where they were when Eliott gave him his jacket and Eliott’s apartment because he wakes up in a cozy bed under blankets and no jacket. Eliott isn’t here, but he can hear movement in the bathroom and assumes that’s him. When he enters his bedroom, Lucas’ mouth waters a little bit. He’s shirtless, and in just boxers, and Lucas wants to keep eyeing him up and maybe even jump him like a tree, but his eyelids are competing with that desire.

“Hi baby, how are you?” Eliott says, noticing he’s awake when he crawls underneath the covers with Lucas.

“Mhm good. Cuddle me?” He asks, not a shred of shame evident in his voice.

Eliott does so immediately. Soon, Lucas is warm because of body heat and blankets and snuggles into his chest, falling asleep easily and resolving to definitely asking Eliott out on a date when he wakes up.

The next morning, he awakens in the clothes he wore to the party last night and with a pounding headache. His boyfriend pulls him closer and snuggles into the crook of his neck so he can sleepily make fun of Lucas forgetting that they were dating. Lucas denies that ridiculousness, because how in the world could he ever forget that he was dating Eliott? Well, thanks to Yann, Eliott now has video proof and will not be letting Lucas forget this for a long time.

[sabot-surgeon-blog]

Bio: Kazuhira Khaki

LAST NAME, FIRST NAME: Khaki, Kazuhira

(TLDR Info)

Name: Kazuhira Khaki

Color relating to name: Khaki Brown

Age: 29

Height: 200cm

Gender:

Male

Race:

Human

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Family:

Carmina Khaki - Sister

Khansim Khaki - Father

Kashmir Khaki - Mother

Sparta - 13 Year Old pet cat

Occupation:

Council Spy / Operative

Affiliation: Remnant Council

Semblance Name: Philm

Semblance Description:

Philm allows Kazuhira to wield strings capable of absorbing impacts and vibrations ranging from attacks to sound waves to even fall damage and acrobatic maneuvers. Philm can also be used in close quarters combat to constrict opponents and deflect standard weapon based attacks. However, despite incorporating this into his own close quarters combat style, they are very weak to direct slash damage and is a far better utility semblance than a close quarters weapon.

Aura Color: Red

Personnel File

Color Correlation: Khaki

Apparent Age: 20

Actual Age: 29

Gender: Male

Species: Human

Height: 200CM

Weight: 66KG

Hair: Slicked white hair, straight as an arrow.

Eye Color: Deep, Earthen brown.

Positive Traits:

1: Kaz is highly hesitant to take actions with very high consequences

2: He loves to offer help and education in any form he can, though this can lead to negative scenarios

3: Kaz display qualities of an excellent communicator and tactician.

Negative Traits:

1: Kaz doesn’t necessarily listen to emotion as much as he should do.

2: He is certainly the type to berate competition and enemies.

3. He is not the type to play second fiddle.

Loyalties: A servant of the Council as a Secret Serviceman, loyal to each and his fellow countrymen.

Snapshots: A brief outline of your character's history. It should be presented in a similar manner as show below.

Age 0: Born on a small Vauco estate.

Age 7: Began huntsman training with his younger sister, Carmina

Age 12: Received a letter of recommendation to work at a ‘higher level’ after accidently detaining a high ranking White Fang Commander

Age 14: Entered a coma after being crushed by a Goliath and received his semblance which allows him to manipulate aura enhanced strings.

Age 17: Became a spy for the Atlesian Government to observe the secrets of the growing criminal underworld dealings involving their technology

Age 21: Returned from Menagerie after surviving an attempt on his life during a Faunus Rights Riot.

Age 24: Remembered to finally pass Huntsman training as he got sidetracked at some point.

Age 27: Finally entered the services of the Council.

Physical Specifications

Physical Description:

Kazuhira is a tall, nigh-foreboding man with nary a hair on his body. His skin has a slight tan to it, showing the exotic history of his career. This also frames a muscular body awarded with souvenirs, be it burns from a hot torture iron or even an imprint of his bones against his back from the Goliath Incident. He is certainly the kind of person who would rather cut off his own hands rather than to put his hands in his pockets. His clothes are usually storing his weapon Hermecius’ Nail, as several custom-made cylinders for the compact gun. In or out of clothes, Kazuhira carries himself with a no-nonse persona, ever ready for life to spring a trap upon him.

Clothes:

Standard: Kazuhira dresses typically in an immaculately ironed beige shirt, buttoned up to the very top, and a double breasted white suit jacket with a small red handkerchief tucked in the breast pocket. This also pairs with a pair of pinstripe pants, a thick beige belt and brown loafers. This outfit is usually interchanged with several pairs of different loafers, shirts and even ties for the more formal occasions the Council requires him to attend.

Workout: A white vest paired with oddly short red sweatpants striped along the legs. Upon his feet he wears darker red sneakers and ankle socks. This outfit is more commonly worn in early morning exercises or meditation. However, despite this more casual attire, he vows to never wear this for something as trivial as pajamas.

Formal: This is wear Kazuhira dons more traditional Black and White Tuxedos and bowties. Depending on his location, this may also incorporate a large fur coat or leather gloves to add comfort in colder environments. Typically, his pockets could contain anything from cologne to any array of gadgets.

Desert: A long, scarlet colourful shirt, with a filtered scarf, fitted with white jockey pants and sleek leather boots. This outfit is designed to incorporate fashion and function whilst navigating Vacuo and its hazardous desserts.

Psychological Profile

Personality: Kazuhira is a frighteningly calm man, occasionally whipping out the Bond-esque charisma if the situation is needed for it. Despite his reserved and professional persona, he is not one to occupy a lonely seat in a function, formal or otherwise. He finds making friends genuinely to be a task unlike infiltration or extraction. He will flex his emotional acrobatics in most encounters, enabling regret in the young man’s mind if he thinks back on the people he’s met, hence he entertains himself with constant missions, exercise and vocal exercises..

Goals:

Aims to retire under the age of 40.

Wishes to find a partner who isn’t just some fling for a night and wants to find genuine happiness in a spouse or partner.

Kazuhira plans on gifting his knowledge to an apprentice once he firmly gets away from his life of espionage. This means that whilst he can’t save the world whilst his health deteriorates, someone will keep the seat warm.

Achievements:

Survived an assault on an Atlesian Embassy by an underground Faunus smuggling ring armed with stolen weapons.

Successfully extracted Black Market information upon trading routes and Paladin part manufacturing plants.

Remained undercover during the previously mentioned period via the Alias of Onyx Sedarr.

Indoctrinated into the council as a servant of espionage and intelligence after securing a tome of information surrounding the origins and story of an ancient dust production facility located off of the coast of Menagerie kept in the libraries of a Dr Arthur Watts.

Hunter/Huntress File

Semblance: Philm allows Kazuhira to wield strings capable of absorbing impacts and vibrations ranging from attacks to sound waves to even fall damage and acrobatic maneuvers. Philm can also be used in close quarters combat to constrict opponents and deflect standard weapon based attacks. However, despite incorporating this into his own close quarters combat style, they are very weak to direct slash damage and is a far better utility semblance than a close quarters weapon.

Weapon: Hermecius’ Nail is an eight shot revolver with a series of triggers within the guard, as well as the guard itself, designed to discharge heavy bullets in terms of stopping power, a mirror of his highly brutal techniques to combat. The real ability of this hand cannon is it’s ability to discharge all eight rounds in one pull of the trigger guard, coming with the side effect of homing in on targets to increase efficiency, the barrel still needing to vent after the Octoshot. Additionally, the revolver can transform into a small, disc-like shield to prevent point-blank injury with a pull of the smaller trigger.

Origin: From his childhood on the estate in Vacuo, raised in an air-conditioned bedroom with very few parents around, Kazuhira was quickly told from the house maid that he could live very comfortably along with his sister Carmina. His destiny was to end up as a Dust Mine Baron as one of the few standing up to the dominance of the SDC. However, this did not concern the two and they spent as much time as possible in the less air conditioned zones of the unforgiving desert. This was no act of rebellion, rather simple curiosity, even with the young boy’s emotional constipation taking place after he and Carmina were sent to separate Academies. Even after being assigned to a team in Mistral, formerly PYNK, he had no interest in co-operation with his comrades. This got to the point in which his leader, Priscilla, personally saw to training him in the wee hours of the morning, to the sheer breaking point of his young body. Fast-forward six years, the two had developed a relationship as the dance drawled nearer, missions scarring the two with the small collection of souvenirs he was yet to become a connoisseur of.

However, the two made off from the occasion and ran into the forest to gaze at the stars. This was unfortunate, as this lead to the crushing of both Kazuhira and Priscilla, the former being the survivor.

After being informed that the surrounding area was home to an ancient Grimm stomping ground, Kazuhira had his ideas of becoming a straight up huntsman destroyed as he was not ready to face such beasts. So, he flew back home and spent the remainder of his childhood using his newly learned lesson and contrastingly old tenacity to pursue a career to gain the eye of who he was informed held the real power in this world of mighty monsters and primordial evil: The Council of Remnant. This was to be done with a certain set of means that involved what he saw to be the real power to be feared: people. Unsavoury people.

Rise to Power: After tossing off his memories of his time spent in the Huntsman training course, he delved into the underbelly of such procedures. Using his more diplomatic skills and a few years, he found a few loopholes that allowed him to pass off the identity of an exotic Dust Mine Baron. After all, in that position and being under the shadow of the SDC, Kazuhira presumed he would remain fairly unharmed. After a brief ‘toe-dipping’, the young boy used all the influence he could muster, as well as the letter of recommendation from his accidental detainment of the White Fang commander at the age of 12, to swaggle his way into a position of espionage, attending dozens of auctions selling all manners of illegal cargo, such as former legendary huntsman weapons to the deeds to grimm infested land, ripe with opportunity. After collecting fame and property under this false persona for many months, the young baron faked his death and left all property claimed, over 500,000,000 Lien worth, over to the council. This little fling of a part time relationship prospered over the next seven years, allowing the slightly less young baron to gain influence amongst the members, using false names and similar identities each time. It was only when he finally decided to face them with his truest, most honest face to the most powerful people on the planet.

It was only then that he got to act as a man that he had finally wanted to be. Nothing more and nothing less.

Call to Action: Kazuhira doubted himself after claiming his position as the spymaster of the council and his residence in a snowy estate in Atlas. He wondered if he should even consider the idea of a treasure hunt for all of his assets. He had an idea for another identity in mind, already.. However, this changed abruptly one evening when he received an invitation for a meeting with the council. His addition to this critical speaking contest enabled him to learn about the coming conflicts presented amongst the world. He took this opportunity with both hands, feeling almost nostalgic for the days of the auctions. No. This was greater. He was ready to make his mark on the world, but not obviously. He would feel quite at home just otherwise.

[prue84]

Winter '21/'22 review: 👍👍/👍👍

From now I'm going to keep record of my goals and achievements, instead of resetting every counter at the end of a month, so to help motivate me to keep up if I'm in a roll, or try to get back into the mood if I'm hit by a block.

In depth analysis under the cut.

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Wordcount on WIPs: 0/20.000

Developing detailed drafts: 0 ≥ 20 pages

Graphic artworks: 9/1 (5 published)

Arthur/Morgana, Gwen in Gold (x2), NCIS/Trek patches(x2), Spuhura, TPura(x2), AOS!Stonn. Also the Headcanons pics, some banners for the Trek Crew masterpost and Merlin/Trek patches(x2 - one finished).

Retouching old graphics: 1 / 2

Further characters have been added between February and March to the NCIS crew edit. Merlin's hasn't been touched. But I also heavily overhauled the graphic style of these edits, and applied it both to the current WIP/back-to-work and to the two Trek pulished so far. I exceeded this goal, posting 1 manip in the winter half of December, 3 headcanons, 2 manips and 1 IG mock in January, 2 IG mocks in February and 2 manips in the winter half of March.

Manga editing: 0 (100 = project complete)

Season 1-per-Month post goal: 4/4

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- Do and/or finish one fanwork per month ✔

December: - Started and published Arthur/Morgana. - Published the Trek Crew two retouched edits. - Written some AOS!characters abridged bio/headcanons.

January: - Started/finished the Gwen in Gold. - Counts as finishing an old idea, as the original pic was in my to-do list.

February: - Started/finished a two-piece NCIS/Star Trek [holding them back because I’m not satisfied on a detail]

- Finish & post some old graphic WIP✔ [1]

- Started/finished three Uhura Ships pieces. Re-worked and heavily changed the graphic for the Trek Crews two edits. - The Spuhura counts as finishing an old idea, as it was in my to-do list. - The T’Pura come from pics I saved and wanted to use for Trek. - All the while I’m slowly putting together the NCIS crews abridged bio/presentations, and in a span of time between January and March I’ve reworked the related edit by adding a whole new bunch of characters.

- Post some finished graphic that was held back ✔ [1]

- Finish Chronicles of Camelot's retouch ❌

- Finish that 90% done 2015 Spirk one shot ❌

- Finish the Royal Eagle fic that's 90% done ❌

- Return to write actual fics ❌

- Finish with all Kirk's headcanons series ❌

- Complete the Trek characters headcanon two series ❌

- Post that Le-matya headcanon ❌ I collected all the ideas, but failed to put them into a decent, coherent text so far.

- Finish to develop the "Modern Times Merlin" AU and made this AU edit ❌ Idea from January, worked on it some then pretty much lost the moment.

- Work on some Merlin / Star Wars AU content. ❌ I did start writing down about the AU and making sense of all the ideas at the end of December but never opened the doc file again.

- Get the Star Wars Prequels x Trek edit ready before the Obi-Wan series hits Disney+ ❌ I only managed to include the Original Trilogy in the project. Ah ah.

- Finish and post the Sea Patrol Trek crew ❌

- Post some other Trek crew AU ❌

[knotfodder]

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[spy-in-the-house]

SITH UTR 674.fm Podcast 041 by REBECCA GOLDBERG / 313 ACID QUEEN

[ DETROIT UNDERGROUND Cryovac Recordings USA | Detroit Threads, Detroit USA ]

Brief bio of an artist: Back when radio ruled the Motor City and the boombox gave us mixtapes, live broadcasts were the very essence of the Detroit club-music scene. Technology was turning cassettes into CDs and Rebecca Goldberg’s frequent trips to Harmony House fueled her music collection. She poured over the cherished tunes spun on Saturday nights at the State Theatre’s legendary “Club X”. Inspired by Stacey “Hotwaxx” Hale, the D's Godmother of House Music, who was reigning over the airwaves, it was only a matter of time before Rebecca would satiate her musical appetite as a disc jockey. Goldberg is now a seasoned radio DJ, having mixed on Detroit public radio station WDET 101.9's Sunday Sessions show, 89.3 WHFR out of Dearborn, as well as many internet radio stations hosted worldwide. She holds down a few residencies for Detroit area dance nights including her monthly SOUND SPACE night featuring underground artists from across the US. She has performed in world renowned venues like Tresor (Berlin) and Silencio (Paris). And she has several self-released music and mutimedia projects as well as multiple vinyl releases on Detroit Underground and has recently released her third vinyl EP on Andy Garcia’s imprint Cryovac Recordings. Rebecca is currently based in Detroit and gigging worldwide. For more like Rebecca Goldberg’s alltime top20 fave-list keep reading more here 

full “UNDER THE RADAR”_podcast track-listing:

01 ARTHUR'S LANDING [BILL RUYLE, JOYCE BOWDEN, MUSTAFA AHMED, PETER ZUMMO, STEVEN HALL]: Singing Tractors 323 [ A3-track from “Arthur's Landing” Strut STRUT-061LP UK 2x12” | 2011 ] 02 R.O.S.H. [ROSHAN CHAUHAN]: PACE [ B1-track from “Thanks For Keeping It Real EP” REKIDS-143 UK 12” | 2019 ] 03 CHRISTOPHER RAU: Paradijs [ Track from Uncanny Valley "Orange" Compilation Promo-Wav-File | 2019 ] 04 OTIK: Beliefs [ B1-track from “Stoned Ghost EP” Nous Disques  US-021 GER 12” | 2019 ] 05 ALI BERGER: Dreaming Of A World [ B2-track from “Sump Pump” Spectral Sound SPC-146 US 12” | 2019 ] 06 CADANS [JEROEN SNIK]: Bite [ A2-track from “V.A. Tribology Takeover” HARDGROOVE 026 UK 12” | 2019 ] 07 ROBERT HOOD: Low Life [ B2-track from “Addict” M-Plant M-P325 US 12” | 2002 ] 08 AUX 88 [KEITH TUCKER & TOMMY HAMILTON]: My AUX Mind _ Juan Atkins Cybotron Mix [ J1-track from “My AUX Mind (Juan Atkins / Egyptian Lover Legends Remix)” Direct Beat Classics DBC-009R US 12” | 2019 ] 09 DETROITS’S FILTHIEST [DJ NASTY/JULIAN SHAMOU] feat. X-RATED: Stay Out My DM [ A-side from “Stay Out My DM” Motor City Electro Company MCEC-051 US Promo-12” | 2019 ] 10 ANTHONY ROTHER: Destroy Him My Robots [ B1-track from “Redlight District” Elektrolux e100000 GER 12” | 1998 ] 11 FREQUENCY [ORLANDO VOORN] vs [JUAN] ATKINS: Revolve [ C1-track from “Mind Merge LP” Out Electronic Recordings (Out-Er) OUTA-005 GER 2x12” | 2017 ] 12 INDY [Ricardo Rodrigues]: Multiple Walls [ B1-track from “Analog Planet” Synewave SW-121 US 12” | 2017 ] 13 JTC [JAMES T. COTTON aka TADD MULLINIX]: Renneswind [ B2-track from “Indigo, Flesh and Fire” Spectral Sound SPC-145 US 12” | 2019 ] 14 REBECCA GOLDBERG: Docosahexaenoic Acid (DHA) _ Ryan McCray Remix [ Track from “ω−3 Fatty Acids” Detroit Underground DU-036 exclusive WAV-file US | 2018 ] 15 VLADIMIR DUBYSHKIN: I Decided to Fly [ A2-track from “Cheerful Pessimist” трип TRP-022 RUS 12” | 2018 ] 16 SNUFF CREW [BENEDIKT SSCHMIDT & STEFAN GUBATZ]: Just Having Fun Tonight [ Free Snuff Trax Digital Download / GER WAV-file | 2018 ] 17 TROY GUNNER X MARK BROOM: Get Loud _ Mark Broom Remix [ B-side from “Getz Loud” Dext Recordings DEXTLTD-004 UK 12” | 2019 ] 18 ADAM PITS: Pest Control [ B1-track from “Stagga” Holding Hands HHANDS-009 UK 12” | 2019 ] 19 69 [CARL CRAIG]: Poi Et Pas _ ROD Remix [ Planet E PLE-65354-3 US WAV-file | 2013 ] 20 SCAN 7 [ANTHONY HORTON, KRIS HARRIS, LOU ROBINSO, ONE OF 7] feat.  ANTHONY "BLAK TONY" HORTON: In & Out Of The Groove [ A2-track from “The Resistance EP” Tresor.255 GER 12” | 2012 ] 21 ABSTRACT DIVISION [DAVE MILLERr & PAUL BOEX]: Dissonance [ E2-track from “V.A. Continuum 3: Fluctus” Dynamic Reflection 10YRDREF-003 NL 12” | 2018 ] 22 MORPH [DAMON WILD & DENNIS FERRER]: X-EX [ B2-track from “Stormwatch” Synewave SW-001 US 12” | 1994 ] 23 KRIS WADSWORTH: Infiltrator [ Track 12 from “This Is Detroit!” Detroit Artis Agency US Promo-CD | 2018 ] 24 SHEDBUG: Aciidmuzik [ A1-track from “There's Hope For You Yet” Lobster UNDR LT-UNDR-004 UK 12” | 2019 ] 25 RON MORELLI: Laugh Taker [ A2-track from “Disappearer” Hospital Productions HOS-606 US 2x12” | 2018 ] 26 THE UNKNOWN SOLDIER [RAY7 aka RAPHAEL MERRIWEATHERS JR.]: The Streets [ Track 1-7 from “Interstellar Fugitives 2 - Destruction Of Order” Underground Resistance UGCD-UR2005 US 2xCD Compilation | 2005 ] 27 MINIMAL VIOLENCE [ASHLEE LúK & LIDA P.]: Crystal Synth [ Track 1 from “XLR8R​+​014” Bandcamp US WAV-file | 2019 ] 28 DJ BOWLCUT: PyongYang Hardcore Resistance [ Track 7 from “HBRTRX Vol​.​2” Honey Badger Records HBRVA02 Bandcamp S.KOREA WAV-file | 2019 ] 29 D-LERIA [GIUSEPPE SCACCIA]: From The Ground [ B2-track from “Driving To Nowhere” Delirio DLP-001 GER 2x12” | 2019 ] 30 DEREK PIOTR: The Bird Room [ Track 7 from “Avia” DPSR DPSR-003 US CD/Album | 2019 ]

#rebeccagoldberg: ALLTIME TOP20  |   FACEBOOK  |  DISCOGS

[chaandki]

“So regardless of its official diagnostic classification, we propose that romantic love should be considered as an addiction ” (Fisher, Xu, Aaron & Brown 2016)

more information under the cut 

so oddly enough i was inspired to draw this during my neurobio class lol. we were learning about the different planes of the brain and saw a mid sagittal view of the brain via fMRI. i thought it looked so cool that i wanted to recreate it! i figured the best way to capture this was to draw the brain while under the influence of an emotion. naturally as a dnp artist love came to mind lmaooo.

i’m currently getting a degree in bio and psych and i want to eventually get my phd in neuroscience so i kinda dove in deep with the research for this. i knew i wanted to do something involving emotions but finding papers that supported my idea was ridiculously hard. seriously. i’ve been working in a research lab for a year now but nothing could have prepared me for the lit search i was about to go on.

the problem is that a lot of modern science involving the brain during love is either a) fucking pseudoscience or b) in the preliminary stages. luckily i was able to find this TED talk which lead me to read her paper and snowball to other papers and start formulating the idea.

i wanted this to be as scientifically accurate as possible so i read 4 peer reviewed papers to ensure i was choosing the right sections. i was able to verify the two (actually four) sections i highlighted through two papers which honestly was enough for me.

SO ABOUT THE SCIENCE.

okie so what you need to know is that this is a mid sagittal view of the brain via fMRI. so an fMRI basically takes sections of your brain and using the oxygen levels in blood can show regions of the brain that have increased blood flow (indicated by the colors). tbh the colors mean nothing. one of the images from a paper i read had the coloring on the left but i wanted to distinguish between the two so i made them different. the only important thing is that the brighter the color, the more activated the region.

the two sections showing activation are the posterior cingulate cortex (PC) and the anterior cingulate cortex (AC). more specifically, the two areas that are involved are the ventral tegmental area (VTA) and the caudate nucleus. they’re really small sections tho which is why i chose to highlight the areas they’re found in, the PC and AC.  

the VTA and the caudate nucleus are areas involved in pleasure, arousal, attention and seeking rewards BUT they are also associated with addictive behaviors. a lot of the pathways that have been identified in drug addiction involve the aforementioned areas WHICH MEANS according to the study, love can be (and as the author argues, should be) classified as an addictive behavior.

I COULD GO ON but honestly it would stop relating to my drawing. if you’re interested, i would HIGHLY recommend reading the papers i’m linking below. the first two are pretty easy reads and should be good for someone with a basic understanding of science. the other two are a little more dense and get a bit technical at points so read at your discretion. the TED talk is super accessible so def watch that at least. OK THANKS FOR LISTENING BYE.

References 

Easy Article 1, Easy Article 2, Hard Article 1, Hard Article 2 (can’t find a public link, title is Reward, Motivation, and Emotion Systems Associated With Early-Stage Intense Romantic Love written by Arthur Aron)

Aron, A. (2005). Reward, Motivation, and Emotion Systems Associated With Early-Stage Intense Romantic Love. Journal of Neurophysiology,94(1), 327-337. doi:10.1152/jn.00838.2004

Acevedo, B. P., Aron, A., Fisher, H. E., & Brown, L. L. (2011). Neural correlates of long-term intense romantic love. Social Cognitive and Affective Neuroscience, 7(2), 145-159. doi:10.1093/scan/nsq092

Bartels, A., & Zeki, S. (2004). The neural correlates of maternal and romantic love. NeuroImage, 21(3), 1155-1166. doi:10.1016/j.neuroimage.2003.11.003

Fisher, H. E., Xu, X., Aron, A., & Brown, L. L. (2016). Intense, Passionate, Romantic Love: A Natural Addiction? How the Fields That Investigate Romance and Substance Abuse Can Inform Each Other. Frontiers in Psychology, 7. doi:10.3389/fpsyg.2016.00687

TEDTalks: Helen Fisher–The Brain in Love [Video file]. (2008, July 15). Retrieved from https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OYfoGTIG7pY

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10 Facts That Show Our Taxes Are Worse Than You Thought

The article I’m highlighting this week will make half of the readers indignant and the other half feel righteously vindicated in their thinking. I have no idea which half you are in. What is so controversial? Who pays taxes and why they should.

The piece was written by Mark J. Perry, whose bio tells us that he’s a scholar at the American Enterprise Institute and a professor of economics and finance at the University of Michigan. So yes, he is a conservative.

The point Mark is trying to make is that the top 1%/5%/10% are already paying the bulk of the income tax. From his viewpoint, that is fair—or even more than fair.

Tom is basically echoing a theme that I’ve been developing for months (which is maybe why I like it): If we really want to reform the tax system, we’re going to have to develop a consumption-based tax, either some form of a VAT or even a carbon-based tax, which is just another consumption tax.

If you want to even have a ghost of a chance of avoiding a recession within the next four years, you’re going to have to have real change. Tinkering with a few points here and there with regard to income tax levels is just not going to cut it.

It’s all about incentives. And there are ways to create incentive structures that you can bring Democrats on board with, so it can be a bipartisan initiative.

It turned out to be a bad thing that the Democrats shoved healthcare reform down the Republicans’ throats without one Republican vote, and it would be just as bad if Republicans were to shove tax reform down Democrats’ throats without one Democratic vote.

We’re all in this together, believe it or not, and we need to figure out a solution that works. And you had better forget about partisan purity if you really want the economy to thrive again.

Now without further ado, I’ll let Mark talk to us about the distribution of income and taxes.

Taxes Are Worse Than You Thought

By Mark J. Perry Originally published by the American Enterprise Institute, April 16, 2017

We are quickly approaching the deadline for filing (and paying) our federal and state income taxes (extended to April 18 this year because of Emancipation Day), and that means it’s time for my annual post at tax time to help put things in perspective.

1. Some Historical Perspective. “In the beginning,” when the US federal income tax was first introduced in 1913, it used to be a lot, lot simpler and a lot easier to file taxes. So easy in fact, that it was basically like filling out your federal tax return on a postcard.

For example, page 1 of the original IRS 1040 income tax form from 1913 appears above. There were only four pages in the original 1040 form, including two pages of worksheets, the actual one-page 1040 form above, and only one page of instructions (view all four pages here). In contrast, just the current 1040 instructions for 2016, without any forms, runs 106 pages.

Individual federal income tax rates started at 1% in 1913, and the maximum marginal income tax rate was only 7% on incomes above $500,000 (more than $12 million in today’s dollars). The personal exemption in 1913 was $3,000 for individuals ($72,850 in today’s dollars) and $4,000 for married couples ($97,000 in today’s dollars), meaning that very few Americans had to pay federal income tax since the average income in 1913 was only about $750. The Tax Foundation has historical federal income tax rates for every year between 1913 and 2013 here for tax brackets expressed in both nominal dollars and inflation-adjusted dollars.

2. Tax Graphic of the Day (above). Some more historical perspective…

3. Opportunity Cost. In a 2012 report to Congress (most recent data available), the National Taxpayer Advocate estimated that American taxpayers and businesses spend 6.1 billion hours every year complying with the income tax code, based on IRS estimates of how much time taxpayers (both individual and businesses) spend collecting data for, and filling out their tax forms. In addition, Americans will spend an estimated $10 billion for the services of tax preparation firms and $2 billion on tax-preparation software programs like TurboTax that still require many hours of time.

The amount of time spent on income tax compliance—6.1 billion hours—would be the equivalent of more than 3 million Americans working full-time, year-round (or 2.1% of total US payrolls of 145.9 million). By way of comparison, the federal government currently employs 2.8 million full-time workers, and Wal-Mart, the world’s largest private employer, currently employs 2.2 million workers worldwide and 1.3 million workers in the US (both full-time and part-time). At the current average hourly wage of $21.90 an hour, the dollar value of the opportunity cost associated with tax filing would be more than $131 billion, slightly more than the 2016 GDP of Washington, DC ($127 billion).

As T.R. Reid pointed out recently in a New York Times op-ed, it really doesn’t have to be that way. For example:

In Japan, you get a postcard in early spring from Kokuzeicho (Japan’s IRS) that says how much you earned last year, how much tax you owed, and how much was withheld. If you disagree, you go into the tax office to work it out. For nearly everybody, though, the numbers are correct, so you never have to file a return.

4. Tax Progressivity. And just how progressive is the US federal income tax system? Very, very progressive, see the chart above showing average effective tax rates by various income groups in 2014 (most recent year available). That pattern of income tax progressivity explains why almost all federal income taxes are paid by the top income groups (see next few items).

5. Tax Progressivity and Tax Burden. According to the most recent IRS data, the federal income tax shares by six different income groups are displayed in the chart above. Almost all federal income taxes (97.3%) are paid by the top 50%, more than 2/3 of income taxes are paid for by the top 10% and nearly 40% of taxes are paid by the top 1% of taxpayers. For all of the criticism and negative publicity the “Top 1%” get, I’d like to personally thank that group this year at tax time for shouldering such a disproportionate share of our collective tax burden. It’s a form of “disparate impact” on the 1% that we all benefit from! So, I say “Thank You Top 1%” from all of us in the bottom 99% for your valuable and significant contribution to our nation’s tax burden.

6. Tax Burden of the Top 1% vs. the Bottom 95%. The chart above gives us another perspective on the tax burden of the top 1% over time and compares the tax share of that group to the tax burden of the bottom 95% in every year between 1980 and 2014 (most recent year available). In 2014, the top 1% earned 20.6% of the total income reported to the IRS and paid 39.4% of all federal income taxes collected ($543 billion). The bottom 95% of US taxpayers earned 64% of total income (almost three times as much as the top 1%) and paid only 40.5% of the total income taxes collected ($550 billion). So once again, to the 1.395 million taxpayers in the top 1%, I say “Thank You” for paying almost as much in federal income taxes in 2013 as the 132.6 million taxpayers in the bottom 95% by income.

7. Bowling vs. Taxes. Speaking of the progressivity of income taxes, here’s a thought about the way we tax income vs. the way we score bowling. Under the scoring rules of bowling, you get rewarded, not penalized, for being successful. If you get a spare, the scoring system rewards you by adding the pins from the next ball into the current frame. If you get a strike, you get rewarded by adding your next 2 balls into the current frame.

Under our progressive income tax system with seven tax rates in 2015 increasing from 10% to 39.6%, you get penalized, not rewarded, for being successful, productive and entrepreneurial because the more you earn, the higher the tax rate you pay. The top marginal income tax rate has been as high as 91% in the 1950s and 1960s, and 70% in the 1970s. If we scored bowling the way we tax income, we would subtract, not add pins for a spare or strike, i.e., penalize successful bowling. If we taxed income the way we score bowling, we would have lower, not higher, tax rates on our most successful income-earners.

8. Coincidence? Why are Tax Day (April 15) and Voting Day (first Tuesday in November) so far apart? Couldn’t we move Tax Day to the first Monday in November, or Voting Day to the first Tuesday following April 15?

9. What’s in a Name? Why do we call the IRS a “service?” Couldn’t it have been named a department like Labor, a bureau like the BLS or the FBI, a commission like the FTC, an administration like FDA, an agency like EPA, etc.?

10. 20 Inspirational Quotes about Taxes from Forbes, here are a few good ones:

“The taxpayer: that’s someone who works for the federal government, but doesn’t have to take a civil service examination.” —Ronald Reagan

“We have what it takes to take what you have.” —Suggested IRS Motto 

“It is a paradoxical truth that tax rates are too high today and tax revenues are too low, and the soundest way to raise the revenues in the long run is to cut the tax rates.” —John F. Kennedy

I am proud to be paying taxes in the United States. The only thing is I could be just as proud for half of the money.” —Arthur Godfrey

“A liberal is someone who feels a great debt to his fellow man, which debt he proposes to pay off with your money.” —G. Gordon Liddy

Happy Tax Day!

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