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[mad-profcssor]

WHO IS PROFESSOR EGGHEAD?

What?! You DARE insinuate you don't know the greatest mind in the field of science? Oh, alright. I'll educate you.

Prof. Egghead is a short-tempered, unhinged, highly-intelligent egg-shaped humanoid creature with a god complex. The physical characteristics that define him the most aside from his attitude and his oval form are his very tired yellow eyes, sharp (also yellow) teeth, red bowtie and his staple dirty lab coat covered in all sorts of chemical remains and brains.

He has studied as a science academic (we can safely assume that, aside from the kinds of science humans have developed, he also has studied something eldritch/unspeakable/not exactly taught in human culture, given the kind of insanity he gets up to in Mike J. Langer's episodes) for 17 years and he is always busy with his work. When he is not, he's just lonely because his intense, aggressive personality and overinflated egocentrism make him intolerable to be around. Because of this, he often forces people to be in his company and he will not stop until he gets what he wants.

The professor possesses many other ah, 'otherwordly' abilities other than his sharp genius, such as bending reality itself. He can manifest into your reality or bring you into his own (it currently being either his sit-com VHS show or his Metaverse world), it seems he can manipulate human technology to work in his favor and open a sort of portal into his world to drag people into. He also possesses superhuman strenght(despite his 3'9 stature and body-shape, he is completely capable of lifting a grown human with one hand or shove aside heavy objects larger than him) and high durality (if he is hit on his body, he won't get a scratch since his eggshell is very sturdy). Cartoon logic is also a thing that occurs with the professor, especially in regards to his trusty colorful mallet- a weapon he keeps tucked somehow in his lab coat, and optionally uses to bash in the skulls of people who upset him... or people who have seen too much.

[fangirlfiction]

Out of Time [6]

vi. i’m not goin’ anywhere

Pairing: Stucky x reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Description: Steve Rogers is given permission to gather a team, and Bucky Barnes ensures that his two favorite people are ready for what’s to come.

Warnings: Smut at the end, so 18+ only for that! Also, explosions, mentions of past torture. 

A/N: A special thanks to my best friend @barnesrogersvstheworld, as always, for being a supportive angel and fixing all of my grammatical errors. This chapter isn’t very action packed, but it has important info, so it’s necessary. It’s about to get really action packed/full of angst, so enjoy this chill chapter while you can!

eta: the masterlist for the series will be in the comments until tumblr fixes the link issues.

George,                                                                November 12, 1943

I was captured. And tortured.

I don’t know what they did to me.

Something is wrong. Different.

Hi Georgie, I haven’t heard from you in a while. Things have been okay lately. I’m in Italy, I’ve been hoping to run into you since I know you were in Europe. I have run into some men from the 101st Airborne, just like you, but they said they haven’t heard from you or the rest of the 506th. I guess your company has been busy.

I miss you, George. I miss cooking with you every Sunday morning and hearing about your days at the shipyard. I even miss you giving me a hard time about dating Bucky. Write when you can, don’t leave your baby sister worrying.

The sound of the door opening behind you startles you, and you turn to see Bucky walking in, a tired smile on his face. You set your pencil down and push the letter to the side of the desk before turning to stand. Bucky walks towards you, dropping parts of his uniform as he nears you, eager to be rid of the dressed up ensemble. You smile as he pulls you into a hug and presses a kiss into your hair. You pull back and ask, “Done with your debriefs?”

He nods, “Thought I was gonna be in there for days.”

You smile, and then furrow your brows when you realize he arrived alone. “Where’s Steve?”

“Still debriefing, I think. He caught a glimpse of a map when he found me. They think it’s the location of the other Hydra bases.”

You hum in response but say nothing. Bucky glances over your shoulder to the desk you were just sitting at, spotting the letter on its wooden surface. “Is that for George?”

You sigh, heavy. Bucky leads you over to the bed and you both sink onto it, before you look up at him with wide eyes. “It’s been months, Bucky, and I haven’t heard a word. I’m worried sick, and all I can think about is Zola.”

Bucky lifts his hand and rests it on your cheek, the warmth reassuring. He whispers, “He’s okay. Zola is in Austria somewhere, with Schmidt, and we’re gonna get them both. They can’t get to him. Or us.”

You nod, tears welling up in your eyes. “I just- I don’t know how to tell him about Azzano.” Bucky’s thumb brushes away the tears that started to fall. “Steve keeps asking, too. I don’t know how to tell anyone, Buck.”

He gives you a sad smile. “I don’t either. But that’s okay.”

Before you can respond, the door flies open, Steve bursting through in a flurry of smiles and excitement. He looks at you and Bucky on the bed, tears still damp on your face, and he stammers. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-“

Bucky waves off his apology and you wipe the tears from your face, offering Steve a smile. “No, no, it’s okay.”

“Are you sure? I can come back later.”

Bucky replies, “We’re sure.” Steve smiles a little, before Bucky questions, “Are you gonna tell us what had you coming in with so much energy?”

Steve’s face splits into a grin, and he moves closer to the bed. “Colonel Phillis wants me to assemble a team to take out the Hydra bases all over Europe.” He smiles and looks between you and Bucky. “And I want you on it. Both of you.”

Bucky smiles, “I’m in, but-“ He glances over at you, “Should she really-“

You cut Bucky off with a hard look. “I’m in too. Besides, you could both use a nurse around.”

Bucky whispers your name quietly, and you turn to look at him, noting the concern written all over his face. Steve speaks up softly from beside you. “We can keep an eye on her this way, Buck. She’ll be far from any danger. We’ll keep her safe.”

Bucky runs a hand through his hair, and sighs. “Fine. But I’m not letting her, or you,” He turns and gives Steve a look, “Go into this without better training.”

You and Steve exchange nervous looks, but both nod. “Okay.”

“Deal.”

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December 1st, 1943

You double over, gasping for breath, the icy December air burning your lungs with every intake of breath. You hear the splashing of boots in the mud behind you, and you know you need to keep running, but every command your brain gives your legs is ignored. The steps slow as they reach you, before stopping beside you, two bodies shielding yours from the cold gusts of wind.

You turn your head slightly to the side, peeking up at the men, eyes instantly landing on the disappointed look on Bucky’s face. Exasperated, you gasp out, “What?”

“You wanted this.”

You stand up straight and glare at Bucky, your hands settling on your hips. “No. I didn’t want to get left behind while you two ran straight into danger like idiots. When you said you were putting us through real basic, I didn’t realize that meant running until I threw up. Or passed out. Or both.”

Steve spoke up from beside you, “C’mon, it’s not that bad.”

You flash an annoyed look at him. “Your opinion doesn’t count, Captain Science Experiment.”

Steve clutches his chest, pretending to look hurt, but Bucky cuts in before the argument continues. “Okay, okay. 1 more mile and run the obstacle course again, and we’ll call it a day.”

“Fine,” you grumble out, before taking off running and completing the last mile. You are halfway through the obstacle course, scrambling over the wall behind Steve, when the familiar whistle of incoming mortars sounds above you. The mortar lands near the back of the base, shaking the ground and flinging you off the wall and into the mud below. You scramble to your feet as more mortars whistle overhead and Steve grabs your hand and pulls you behind him. “We have to find cover!”

You look around for Bucky, spotting him just ahead, frantically motioning you and Steve towards a building nearby. You and Steve burst through the open door and Bucky pulls it shut behind you, before you all run down the stairs into the basement of the building, the sound of explosions muffled in the small space. You, Bucky, and Steve all stand there, tense and scared, saying nothing. And the realization hits you that the mortars were close, but in a few weeks, you’d all be running into much worse. Bucky seems to come to the same conclusion at the same time, because your eyes lock with his, and you both reach out for each other, lips crashing in a desperate kiss. You pull away, breathless, and turn to Steve before giving him a similar kiss, your tongues fighting for dominance, hands grabbing at each other’s clothes. 

Bucky is behind Steve, pulling his clothes from his body and Steve pushes your clothes to the floor around you. He pulls away as he reaches out to touch you, whispering, “Is this okay?”

You grab his hand and guide it between your legs, before pulling him back into a kiss and moaning into it. Bucky is behind Steve, kissing his shoulders and back, and preparing him for what was to come. Bucky thrusts into Steve, drawing a loud moan from between his lips, and you break your kiss with Steve to make eye contact with Bucky as Steve slides into you. You feel your knees grow weak with pleasure, and Bucky nudges Steve towards you until you’re backed up to the wall behind you. Bucky leans forward to kiss you as your eyes flutter shut with pleasure, and Steve drops his head to your shoulder, little puffs of breath hitting your skin. You pull away from Bucky as you hit your climax, leaning back into the wall as you finish loudly. Your orgasm pushes Steve over the edge, followed by Bucky, and the room grows quiet as you each come down from your high. 

Hours later, the mortars have stopped, casting an almost eerie silence over the abandoned SSR base. Steve carries you back to the room you all share, your body tired from the day’s events. You drift in and out of sleep, catching snippets of Bucky’s conversation with Steve. 

“I thought we were safe out here.” You can hear the worry in Bucky’s voice.

“We are. Colonel Phillips said no one will know we’re here. We were probably just caught in some cross fire.”

Bucky’s voice breaks when he says, “It’ll be worse out there, you know.”

Steve sighs, and you feel the bed shift as he reaches for Bucky. “You never told me what happened with the doctor. She hasn’t told me either.”

You feel guilt settle in your stomach at the concern in Steve’s voice. You know Bucky feels it too. “I know. I don’t think we know what to say, even if we were sure of what really happened. All that matters now is destroying Hydra and capturing Schmidt and Zola.”

Steve’s voice is lighter when he answers, “I saw her shootin’ today. Seems to have picked up some marksman abilities from you.”

You roll over and crack your eyes open, and you see Bucky smile. “Yeah, at least I know she can hold her own, no matter what happens to us.”

“You plan on leaving me, Sergeant?” you mumble quietly, slightly anxious.

Bucky leans back on the bed beside you, pulling Steve down with him. “You know time and space couldn’t keep me from you.”

“What about you, Captain?”

Steve’s voice floats towards you from the other side of Bucky. “I’m not goin anywhere.”

You give them a sleepy smile. “Good, cause I don’t know what I’d do without the two of you.”

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[mad-profcssor]

{ 16+ indie. RP blog for the r/nosleep-creepypasta character Professor Egghead┃multi-verse/ship/muse-ish┃semi-selective┃sporadic activity atm ┃Penned by mun Klaue┃I follow back from my main: burgerrat! }

ABOUT THE BELOVED PROFESSOR.

RULES BELOW.

THE PROFESSOR'S LAWS.

1. Usual blacklisted things: racism, p//dophilia, inc//st, pro-ship, antisemism, pro-life/anti-abortion, homophobia, transphobia or any LGBTQ+phobia of any kind will not be tolerated and you will be blocked on the spot.

2. Any form of infantilization/demonization/belittling/romanticization of //ssault or any other type of physical abuse, s//lf h//rm, or any mental condition will not be tolerated, which will also result in an instant block.

3. Muse DOES NOT EQUAL mun. I am going to write the character as closely to his canon mateiral as I can. If you know the character already from the creepypasta series, especially the metaverse series- you'll know this muse is not only a villain, but he is very, very short-tempered, self-righteous and pompous. Don't expect Prof. Egghead to be 'nice' to you out of the blue or get upset if he responds with violence if he is being mocked.

4. As always- no God-modding, no insta-killing my muse or auto-make my muse do anything. At the very least ASK if the mun is okay first.

5. No explicit NSFW/smut on here. Pretty self-explanatory I think.

6. I don't want to sound repetitive or rude but this is for the comfort of the reader: if you know the source of this character you'll know what to expect, but just in case be warned that this muse is especially disgusting/unsanitary both in poorly-kept appearence and attitude. He's a mad scientist eldritch horror in the shape of a looney toon-esque egg. If any of this makes you squick, I don't reccommend you stick around /gen

7. If you're a non-RP blog/don't have a RP side-blog I kindly ask you to not interact directly/reblog my threads with others I write on here that's related to roleplay. This is just to keep my blog organized. All anon asks are a-okay!

8. Have fun! Writing is a hobby of mine, it shouldn't be a chore for anyone to write or feel forced to interact!

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[mad-profcssor]

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IC TAG: ' the greatest mind in the field of science! ' ( ic. )

AESTHETICS: science is suffering! ( aesthetic )

MUN'S ART: the philosopher king ( mun art )

MUN'S WRITING (INDEPENDENT WRITING/NOT A THREAD CONTINUATION): ' I demand my suffering be comprehended! ' ( mun writing )

FANART/NOT MUN'S ART: tribute to the professor ( fanart )

HEADCANONS: about the good professor ( headcanons )

MEMES/SHITPOSTS: no eggs left in the basket ( crack )

OOC: the professor is busy with his sitcom show ( ooc )

ABOUT THE BLOG/TAGS: scrambled science notes ( info/taglist )

PROMOS: spread the word of the good professor ( promo )

SIDE-MUSES: scientific helpers ( egg minions ) ; filth incarnate ( sex sphynx ) ; TBA (?)