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elena-reina · 5 years ago

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Worth It - Draco Malfoy x Reader

Request: (1/3) heyyy, can you do an imagine that draco comforts you for having depression for whatever reason and one day he saw you standing on the roof of hog warts almost leaping off the balcony but he catches you in time (you can create the ending) thank u if you do!! :)) - Anon

(2/3) Can you do a one shot where Draco knows about the readers eating disorder and he helps her overcome it? I hope that makes sense, I love your stories so much, please don't stop writing! - Anon

(3/3) Yay, you’re back! I was wondering if you could do a Draco Malfoy x reader where he finds her self harming? I get it if you aren’t comfortable - Anon

Warnings: Very triggering- read with caution please, depression- suicide related, anorexia, self-harm

A/N: PLEASE READ! These three all fall under the same category for me, so I just combined them. I just want to make it clear that I am not, in any way, romanticizing or making it seem as though I am pro self-harm whatsoever; I purely write whatever requests come in. To those that do, I know you’ve got a lot going on and there is a lot of emotions, trauma, and hurt; believe me I know a lot about it. But it gets better, I promise you. It always gets better. Incase you all haven’t heard it, I love you, I care about you, and I know you’re strong enough to make it through anything. If anyone needs to talk, my messages are always open and again don’t ever think you’re not enough or worth it because you all are golden. You were put on this earth for a reason :)

Just another day on top of another.

Yawning, you lightly scratched your head and stood in front of your mirror in your dorm room; nothing covered you besides your undergarments. Looking up and down your body completely still, you wouldn’t be able to tell there was anything wrong. You lifted your arm and looked at your wrist leading down your forearm; the markings covered the insides of your arms and varied in color, shape, and size. Some of them were old, obvious by how they shined and caught light at just the right angle. Some were bright red and bold, there was no denying it. Most were about a month old, looking like a cat scratched you and drew blood; which would be believeable considering you owned a cat- Pumpkin; some you could also blame on an accident.

Well, what kind of accident?

Well, you didn’t have that answer. Not as if anyone were to ask anyways due to the fact that you kept them hidden in the first place.

You started at your feet, averting your eyes from your own reflection. Your feet were bony and thin, like the rest of your body. Raising your gaze, you winced at the emaciated figure that stared back at yourself.

What had you let yourself become?

To others, you looked sickly.

Had you come to Hogwarts like this initially? No. It was harder to hide it at home, so your mind never crossed it other than maybe dark thoughts here and there.

Did you have a good life at home? Well, that’s subjective. You had a roof over your head, clothes on your back, and food in the fridge. All the necessary things to provide as a necessity to live.

But did you have genuine friends, loving parents, and a place to call home? No.

Your once plump and vibrant self, now looked thin to the bone. Once the soul becomes so thin, the body will inevitably follow in its footsteps like a wandering toddler, learning and adapting from the shadows within. Instead of a growing sense of ultimate self-love, self-worth, or self-positivity, the soul doesn’t have the strength to ascend upwards to health anymore. And so it is extremely hard to eat more, even when it is a simple bite at a time; drink more, with a tiny sip of water needed to survive; live more, the simple act of breathing eventually gets difficult from time to time; and ultimately hard to listen to that part of yourself that wants to stay alive and be loved.

Would you still go to the Grand Hall? Well of course, if there was one thing you hated more than yourself was unwanted attention. Part of you belives it’s your fault that you don’t have friends soley because of how introverted you are. And with the friends, well friend, that you do have just so happens to be the person most people don’t get along with; Draco Malfoy.

What’re the odds.

There definitely was more to it than just being “friends” with Draco, but neither of you fully acknowledged it. He knew about your eating disorder, and he tries his best to help you, encouraging you every step of the way- even when you blatantly push him away.

You never asked for help- Not that he cared if you did or didn’t anyway.

Turning away from the mirror, you slipped on your white button up shirt making sure to clip the button around your wrist, taking attention away for your skin. Sliding on your skirt, Y/H tie, and your Y/H robe, you were ready to head down for breakfast.

Your hand rested on the cold metal door knob, as you stared at the small piece of silver metal on top of your dresser; whom you have a terrible relationship with. You bit your lip, hesitating. You knew you shouldn’t take it. You knew you shouldn’t have it on you because it will only ingite triggers.

Fuck it.

You quickly walked over to your dresser and picked up the sharp piece to put in your pocket. Spinning on your heel, you headed on out of the room and to the Grand Hall.

You walked through the aisles, and immediately met with Draco’s eyes. He lit up and waved you over to your usual seat right beside him. He scooted over, patting the space next to him as you sat down. He grinned, happy to see you.

“G’morning, Y/N,” he said pulling you into a tight hug. He was always careful when touching you because he felt like he could snap you in half if he were to be too rough on you.

You smiled warmly, breathing in his calming smell. “Good morning, Draco.”

“Alright, I know we’ve been doing baby steps for the longest time, but I think you are just about ready,” he spoke.

You furrowed your eyebrows. “What’re you talking about?”

He leaned over the table and placed food onto your plate, more than he’s put on the last times. Before it would just be pieces of fruit here and there, maybe a piece of sausage; but this time he put a waffle, more fruit, and two slices of bacon.

Your stomach gurgled for the food, desperate to be full off of something. But at the same time, you felt sick to your stomach.

“Draco, this is too much. I’m not even all that hungry. We had a big dinner the night before remember?”

“Nonesense, you literally only ate a handfull of rice and two small pieces of asparagus last night. Even my owl eats more than that,” he scoffed, rolling his eyes.

You stared at your plate, leaning back. Your tongue felt dry, despite your cup of water being right in front of you. Your throat felt as if someone thrust a handful of itching powder down and it was dying to be coughed out. If possible, you could sit in the chair for fifteen hours straight; you just weren’t in the mood to eat.

“Listen, you don’t have to eat it all, but please try for me.”

You nodded and picked up your fork, stabbing to the orange melon. Bringing it to your lips, you slowly chewed as your stomach was growling in pleasure being finally fed.

Draco cheered you on with every bite, causing you to laugh. He wanted to distract you so that you focused less on what you’re eating and more on conversing with him so you weren’t as distracted with how much you were eating.

Eventually, you finished about half the waffle, all your fruit, and had no more bacon left. You were surprised at yourself when you looked back at your plate and then to him.

“I’m so proud of you! You ate more than I expected- not that I am complaining, I’m definitely not because I am really happy for you,” he quickly chuckled, “Maybe tomorrow we can put two waffles.” He nudged the side of your bony rib jokinly.

“Ha ha very funny,” you joked, rolling your eyes.

After some time, you had to go to class. Sadly, you didn’t share many classes with Draco if at all. Walking into potions, you sat in your usual seat in the back of the room. As usual, there were always a few Slytherin’s that would pester you solely because you were one of the few people in the school who was able to even share the same space as Draco; it was pure jealousy but you didn’t have a say in anything, or even how your friendship blossomed in the first place.

“Y/L/N,” Daphne sneered, leaning close to your face.

You really tried your best to focus on your Potions book but the group of girls that taunt you every single day just so happened to want to be extra annoying and sit around you. And when I say around you, I mean literally in front of you, next to you, on both sides, and even behind you. You lifted your head from your hand to looked at Daphne in front of you, considering she was right in your face. You opened your mouth to speak, but she beat you to it.

“I really don’t understand how us purebloods are forced to associate with people like you rotting mudbloods,” she giggled, making a disgusted expression as she said the last part. Her friends burst out into obnoxious laughter.

You weren’t even a mudblood. You had friends who weren’t magical, but that only led people to paint you as a mudblood.

"Can’t say anything? Can’t stick up for yourself Y/L/N? My goodness, do you even speak or is that too hard for you?” Sarah on the side of you asks, awaiting your response, “I see the way you have Draco baby you. It’s pathetic really.”

They took your silence as an answer and continued but this time it was Heather behind you. "See, she doesn’t even deny it,” she snickered, "Just look at you. I don’t see what he sees in you. You look like, I don’t even know how to say it, a walking pole-”

“No, a broken twig!” Daphne interjected, laughing.

“Yes a broken twig!” Heather continued, slowly enunciating each word, “Nothing but a pathetic, filthy, mudblood who pretends to be sick just to get the attention from those who actually matter.”

Each word felt like a stab in an open wound over and over again, being thrusted through your entire body. Tears welled up in your eyes as you blankly stared down at your Potions book, threatening to fall at any given moment.

“What? Cat’s still got your tongue?” Alicia from the other side of you jerked, shoving on your roughly causing you to bump into Sarah. Sarah let out a disgusted groan and pushed you back off of her.

“Gross! Do not touch me!” she gagged, as Heather joined in and pushed you to the point that you fell out of your seat and roughly onto the floor with a loud smack.

“HEY! LEAVE HER ALONE!” someone in the classroom, whom you recognized as Justin Finch-Fletchley, spoke loudly finally witnessing what was happening.

Tears silently cascaded down your cheeks. He quickly jogged over to you as the mean girls dispersed to a different part of the classroom snickering together.

“Are you alright?” he asked concerned, extending his arm out towards you. You looked at his hand through blurry eyes and nodded, lightly grabbing onto him. He helped you to your feet. Grabbing onto your book, you turned and rushed out of the room and headed in the direction of the bathroom.

Keeping you head low, you sped walked, and crashed into someone that sent you flying to the floor. Choking over your tears, you didn’t bother to look at who it was and instead rushed to find your Potions book and hurry out of there.

“Y/N?” that familiar voice spoke.

Draco.

You still avoided eyecontact as you kept searching to your book only to find him holding onto it, to give to you. Standing up, you straightened out your skirt. Lightly grabbing it, you whispered a quiet thank you and tried to continue down the hallway. He stopped you grabbing onto your arm, alarmed.

“Woah, wait. What’s going on, what happened, what’s wrong?” he asked all at once as he watched the translucent tears glide down the sides of your face. You stood straight.

“Please, let me go,” you spoke softly, your voice slightly cracking.

“Was someone saying bullshit to you? Did someone hurt you? Because you know I’m always here for you and I’ll make sure they don’t say anything to or about you ever again.” He growls getting angrier by the second.

“I just really want to be left alone, Draco. I’m sorry,” you said snatching your arm back and sped walked down the hallway.

His scowl lightens, worrying for you. He slowly followed you.

Initially you wanted to go to the bathroom, but changed your mind last minute. Turning a different corner, you kept going up more and more stairs until you inevitably reached the top of the Hogwarts building. Rushing to the edge, you dropped your book onto the floor and stood slightly leaning over the edge to get a good look at the bottom of the building with your hair flowing in the wind. It was a long way down that will ultimately end up in costing you your life. Trying to force yourself out of your thoughts, you looked in your pocket for that piece of metal, grateful that you grabbed it earlier. Frantically unbuttoning the shirt around your wrist, you felt numb as you choked over your tears silently.

“I’m not worth it,” you thought to yourself.

You stood on the brink of something you couldn't describe. The weight of everything seemed to press down on your shoulders and you struggled to take even a single step forward towards anything positive.

You felt worthless.

A waste of space. A waste of air. A waste of life.

It was too much. All of it.

The tingle as the sharp metal glided against your skin provided a senseless, numb feeling. Every step cost you as the darkness in your mind grew darker and darker; the pain grew sharper and stronger; all of it seemed to only swell in strength and you began to wonder if things could ever get better.

You were tired of feeling things. Everyday felt like never ending dread. With an exception of Draco, nothing seemed worth it anymore. Hell, Draco will only end up forgetting about you in the end of it all.

You don’t play that much of a significant role in his life to matter to him in the long run.

Sometimes you wonder if someone ever notices that sad, broken look in your eyes that you see in the mirror that are masked with a smile and fake enthusiasm.

If they see beauty where you see ugliness.

You laugh, traveling up your arm going over old scars, a bitter, sarcastic laugh, at yourself. Nobody cares. No one notices.

They never seem to, do they? You’ve fought for years, all for what.

The crimson liquid dripped down your arm, falling onto the stone floor. The wind pushed and howled against you as though to try and shove you back. Clumsily, you dropped your metal blade.

“No!” you shouted, dropping to your knees and it fell further and further, out of your sight. You choked over your sobs, feeling broken. Your arm stung and you looked at it through blurry tears.

“I can’t take this anymore,” you spoke aloud to yourself and shakily stood up. You inched closer and closed on the edge, as you looked up inhaling the fresh air. With one last breath, you closed your eyes, opened your arms, and took your last step forward and felt the pressure of the wind beat you on the way down.

The blackness behind your eyes was perfect. It provided a visual silence that gave a respected admiration. With your eyes closed there was the simple sweetness of the longing of existing, of being, of breathing, and how those moments extended with such grace until you are met with the concluding dark abyss.

Prior while had Draco followed you, he could feel the dark and depressive energy emerging out of your presense. He knew you needed your space, but something was off. The higher and higher you went up the stairs, he had enough of following you and simply looked up. Only the worse things plagued his mind as he quickly rushed back down the stairs and sprinted through the halls to hurry and get outside. He had no seconds to waste, because he had a feeling you were going to try and jump.

He could’ve followed you all the way to the top, but if you had jumped he would’ve been to late. At least this way, he had a chance of catching you.

Ignoring the pain in his chest from running, he ran pushing anyone and everyone who got in his way.

Darting outside, his eyes widened as he saw your body flying down the side of the building. With one last push of exertion, he caught you in his arms just in time. He fell forward into the floor, but was sure to cradle your head so you got the least amount of injury.

Breathing heavily up and down. You opened your eyes and met Draco’s silver, scared ones. You didn’t know what to think. You didn’t think he was going to be there. Your fresh wounds, began to soak up in his white shirt. Draco sees them, the sight of your new scars reveal themselves to him. He sees your arm, not that he’s surprised. Still being held in his arms protectively, he starts to cry.

“Y/N,” he says your name like you had just broken his heart.

Your throat tightens and you feel yourself on the brink of tears as your eyes stung. You didn’t know what to say. You were broken.

“I’m sorry,” you apologize, not knowing what else to say or do. “I’m sorry. I–”

He interrupts you. “Why...” he stammers gazing down at your arm, “How many times?” He rang a soft finger down your arm, wincing at every raw wound.

“I don’t know,” you mumbles.

“For fuck’s sake,” he cried out, his tears dripping off his chin. “I’m sorry I wasn’t…I wasn’t there for you enough.”

You shake your head, “No, Draco, it wasn’t your fault–”

Draco looked down at you with confusion and anger before he smashed his desperate lips onto yours.

Suddenly, the anger, the self-hatred, the loathing, the rage left your body for a split moment. It diminished as soon as his lips pressed against yours in a long over-due, intense passion. It was as if he was taking all away all your pain and misery and threw it away.

You kissed him back with burning amount of fiery love he was kissing you with. Your lips worked hungrily against his as his hands snaked their way to your waist and pulled your shaking body closer to his to kiss you deeper.

Your cold hands grabbed his face and pulled it closer to yours, if that was even possible. His calming scent flowed through your nostils, making your eyes water under your closed eyes.

Too many emotions were going through your brain and you couldn’t handle it. Deep down, you had always dreamt of being with Draco. Although, you wish that it could have happened under very different and happier circumstances. Nonetheless, you were grateful.

Pulling away, he gazed into your eyes. “Y/N, can you answer me why? Why didn’t you come and talk to me.”

You tried diverting your gaze, but he grabbed your chin with his hand lightly to keep his eyes locked with yours. “Please.”

“I can’t take it anymore. I hate myself and everything I stand for,” you began to cry, “I just... I just thought it would make it easier for everyone else if I were to end everything and erase myself from existence.”

“I would miss you and I don’t know what I would do without you. What if I had just offed myself and left you there to wonder where you went wrong.”

You broke down into sobs, burying your face into his neck as he embraced you in a tight hug.

You shook. “I... I know, but I’m nothing special. I’m just–”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence,” he snapped harshly. “You are so fucking perfect, it drives me insane. I love you so goddamn much, do you know that? Do you? I love you too much to let you keep doing this to yourself. You are worth it. You are loved. You are my everything. I want you to remember that feeling you had right now at the thought of me ending my life, because that’s what you’re doing to me whenever you cut me out of your life like I’m nothing.”

“I’m sorry,” you cried lifting your head sniffing, “Draco, I wasn’t trying to hurt you, I swear. I was just…I was just..” but you didn’t have any excuse, so you collapsed back into his warm embrace.

“I know,” he murmurs against your hair. “I know. I love you. I love you so much.”

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taiblogcomics · 4 years ago

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I Can’t Pet Force You To Read This One, But...

Hey there, high school crushes. Well, it's finally here. Can you believe it? Yes, counting from the original Xanga site (which, yes, still counts. It's like our own Golden Age publication or apocryphia), this is our 10th anniversary of reviewing comics. That's fantastic. I'm excited, can't you tell? I can tell, since I'm writing this preamble a good two months before the actual anniverary~

So, last year we reviewed the absolute pile of dreck that is Heroes in Crisis. And while that was worth ripping into, I'd rather not spend the 10th anniversary hating on something. I'd like to do something actually meaningful to me. I've teased about this one for many years, probably for as long as I've been doing this blog, and I think it's time we stopped pussyfooting around and reviewed some Garfield. But not just any Garfield. It's finally time, my friends. This... is Garfield's Pet Force.

I dunno how many people will remember this one. Maybe you recall the direct-to-DVD movie adaptation from 2009, or at least advertising for it. I never saw it, but apparently it differs a bit. They also appeared a few times in those Garfield comics from back in the day. We even reviewed a couple (some were on the Xanga blog). But what we're looking at here are the original novellas published between 1997 and 1999. So yeah, these really are from my childhood. And since I've long espoused that Garfield was always funnier 20 years ago, this must be actual premium Garfield content, yeah? By golly, I hope so, because we got five whole books here today. So we should probably get into them~

Book 1: The Outrageous Origin

This is a classic sort of superhero cover. Standard team shot of poses, and that's fine for a first volume. In fact, that's great. Later editions of this would replace the lightning-filled gradient background with a pure white one, but I have this original version. We'll get to specifics about these characters in the meat of the story, but let's talk about the costumes for a bit. Very classic early-'90s sort of look, before the Dark Age kicked in. Reminds me a lot of Jim Lee's X-Men designs, actually. Making all your characters visually distinct is important in a team book. The heavy lean into secondary colours is unusual for heroic characters, but not unwelcome.

So we actually start with a cold open in the superhero universe. This is pretty much to introduce us to the characters as soon as possible, and thus I'll do the same for you here.

*Garzooka, team leader, super strong, has a razor-sharp claw, and can shoot radioactive hairballs from his mouth. That's... at least a unique power, I don't think anyone on the Justice League can do that~ *Odious, the dumb muscle with the accent on the "dumb". Possibly even stronger than Garzooka, and possessing a "super-stretchy stun tongue", an elastic tongue that can scramble the minds of whoever it adheres to. *Starlena, the team girl. She can fly, and she has a siren song that can put those who hear it into a hypnotic trance. Garzooka is the only one immune to its effects, for reasons that are never explained. *Abnermal, the kid-appeal character. He has ice powers, forcefields, and an ill-defined "pester power" that means he can annoy people on a greater scale than normal folks. It's pretty much only used for comic relief, but that could be a brilliant power in the right hands. *Compooky, the brains of the operation. Other than flight, his powers are limited to super intelligence, which means he's usually the exposition guy. There's probably a reason they left him out of the movie adaptation~

You got all that? Don't worry, we'll introduce you again later in the book. What actually happens in the intro chapter isn't really important, it's just setting up the universe. In fact, it's all taking place within Pet Force #99, a comic just enjoyed by Nermal. Yes, we quickly cut over to the main Garfield universe ("our universe", the narrator calls it), where Pet Force is just a comic book. The Garfield gang is all outside, enjoying a cookout prepared by Jon Arbuckle. Nermal is extremely enthused by his comic book, and brags about how he has all 98 previous issues sealed and polybagged, and this one will soon join them. Sorry, Nermal, this came out in 1997, the speculator boom already went bust~

Garfield dismisses comic books as stupid because you can't eat them or use them as a blanket, and declares that none of the stuff that happens in the comic could possibly happen in real life. Uh oh, irony! Because these things can happen, and do! It's a parallel universe, baby! This might be one of my earliest introductions to a "parallel worlds" concept. Much like Earths 1 and 2 in pre-Crisis DC, the events of the comic are essentially the real life adventures of their super-powered counterparts in another dimension. Most of the action in these stories will take place there~

So here's the setup: Vetvix (the parallel equivalent to Liz the veternarian) is an evil sorceress and scientist, who essentially wants to experiment on animals in peace, and possibly subjugate the universe while she's at it. You could argue that Liz is an odd choice for villain, since our universe's Liz isn't particularly evil. But then, our universe's Garfield isn't particularly heroic either. She operates out of a deadly space station called the Orbiting Clinic of Chaos, and at present she's waiting for the arrival of her henchman, Space Pie-Rat, who is a six-foot-tall anthropomorphic rat dressed in stereotypical pirate getup. Vetvix has just finished inventing a levitation ray, and she'd like Pie-Rat to go out and use it to steal all the food in the universe. Vetvix doesn't think small, is what I'm saying.

The counter to Vetvix is Emperor Jon, ruler of the planet Polyester. He's kind and benevolent, even if he's a little dippy and his fashion sense atrocious. Having gotten wind of Vetvix's latest plan, he contacts Pet Force in their ship, the Lightspeed Lasagna. Upon learning the problem, Pet Force gives chase to Pie-Rat. They eventually corner him on some desolate planet, landing and entering an abandoned factory. Unfortunately, they're not safe amongst the dangerous machinery, because this turns out to be a trap. Vetvix has been busy as hell, because she's also invented a metal that's impervious to their powers. And that's not all, because she's also basically invented the Phantom Zone, where she traps Pet Force forever. It specifically mentions it doesn’t kill them, because it wouldn't be kosher to murder the heroes in a Garfield book~

The Lightspeed Lasagna has both onboard cameras connected to the heroes' belts as well as automatic return protocols, so within two days, Emperor Jon knows exactly what's happened to Pet Force. He needs help, so he calls upon his most trusted and powerful advisor: Binky the Sorceror. Binky's just as loud and obnoxious as in the main universe, but he's also a powerful magician. He conjures up a spell for Emperor Jon that lets him pierce the veil between universes. It's basically Equestria Girls rules: parallel universes have similar characters between them. So to replace Pet Force, they need the nearest genetic equivalents from another universe. And that's the versions of Garfield, Odie, Arlene, Nermal, and Pooky that we know and love~

Back in the main universe, it's another day entirely. Another cookout is taking place, and Nermal has received his special anniversary issue of Pet Force #100. The cover's really special, dripping with '90s cover gimmicks like glow-in-the-dark and embossing. A rarely used one, though, was "portal to another universe". That was pretty expensive to print, so you won't find many comics like Nermal's. Maybe he had something there with the collecting after all. The cover glows, and while Jon is distracted by the grill, Garfield and Friends disappear~

They reappear in Emperor Jon's wood-paneled throne room, now transformed into Pet Force. Emperor Jon and Sorceror Binky try to explain the situation, but Garfield--now Garzooka--is disbelieving of the whole thing. In fact, even the idea that Jon can now hear him talk absolutely floors him. Since he's about to deliver the exposition for everyone, can we talk about Compooky for a minute? This spell has just granted sapience to Garfield's teddy bear. I don't expect deep philosophy from a children's novella, but the ramifications of this are really under-explored. Like, never mind the whole idea of a teddy bear having the same genetic makeup as an alternate universe equivalent. He goes from inanimate object to fully conscious being, and he just rolls with it.

Anyways, once everybody gets caught up on what's going on and accepts the new reality, a training montage ensues so the group can all learn to use their powers without killing each other. Once at least reasonably trained, the reborn Pet Force is sent out to stop Pie-Rat. He's gotten sloppy in the times with Pet Force dead, so they track him down easily. After a brief scuffle where Garzooka takes his eyepatch, Pie-Rat flees in his ship. They follow Pie-Rat back to the Orbital Clinic of Chaos, but they can't go in the front. That led the original Pet Force into a trap. Finding an unguarded maintenance hatch--standard on any big space station--they enter Vetvix's lair for a final confrontation!

After dealing with the Waiting Room of Doom, which slowly fills with outdated magazines, they enter Vetvix's inner sanctum. Frustrated with Pie-Rat's failure, she uses her magic to turn him into an ordinary mouse. Vetvix then attempts to use her same weapon on this new Pet Force, but thanks to story contrivance, it only works on beings born in this universe. As other dimensional visitors already, they can't be banished to another dimension. She then pulls a Dr. Claw and runs off cursing Pet Force's name while her base self-destructs. Vetvix is a very "discard and draw" sort of villain, it seems. Pet Force, of course, makes a harrowing escape just in the nick of time.

Returning to Emperor Jon, they vow to be ready to return whenever they're called on, since evil never stays dormant for long. Odious even gifts Emperor Jon with the mouse-ified Pie-Rat as proof of their victory. Well, I'm glad they remember that, so they didn't accidentally murder a major villain in their first superhero outing. They're returned to their own universe, and the time differential between them places them back with Jon having not had time to even look up from the grill. Garfield begins to doubt the adventure even happened--until that night, when he finds Pie-Rat's eyepatch still on his person. Ah, definitive proof of... eyepatches, I guess~

Book 2: Pie-Rat's Revenge!

You have to wonder where, in a space-faring superhero setting, Pie-Rat got the inspiration for his classic pirate motif. It's a little incongruous is all I'm saying. And hey, remember when I said earlier that Garzooka's purple-and-green colour scheme was odd for a hero? Well, here he is as a villain! That'll catch your eye. This would be a terrific comic cover, which is what you want in a series like this.

The book opens with a brief recap of the previous story's events, then moves into the new plot. See, Emperor Jon has opted to keep the polymorphed Pie-Rat as his pet. How very Ron Weasley of him. That's pretty apt, actually, because similarly Pie-Rat has maintained his intelligence in his new mousey form. Pie-Rat gets sick of being Emperor Jon's pet and plans a daring escape, exploiting the emperor's dimwitted and loving personality against him. Pie-Rat jams the lock with a food pellet and makes his escape that night.

Once free from his cage, he encounters Binky's cauldron, still left in the throne room from when the sorceror summoned Pet Force from Garfield's universe. Figuring he has nothing to lose, Pie-Rat jumps in the leftover brew. Suddenly he finds himself growing. He returns to his original anthropomorphic state--but with a twist. He's now twice his original height, a staggering twelve feet tall. He scoops up the rest of the remaining potion for later, and sneaks out of the palace as best as a 12-foot rat can sneak. Desiring revenge on both his former employer and his longtime foes, he steals Pet Force's ship and makes his escape from the planet, headed for Vetvix's newest base.

After his guards help Emperor Jon put the pieces of the problem together, they decide they must once again call upon the powers of Pet Force to recover their missing vehicle and stop the newly embiggened Pie-Rat. Fortunately, Garfield and friends have been watching movies all weekend, so Jon doesn't notice when his pets disappear from the living room in a bright flash. Of course, once returned to the alternate universe and the situation explained, they still have a problem: how do they give chase to Pie-Rat when he's got their ship?

And speaking of Pie-Rat in their ship, he's followed the trail of a mysterious energy output, and it's led him right to Vetvix's new base, the Menacing Moon of Mayhem. See, this is why you don't blow up your base: the backup base is never as good. if it was, it wouldn't be the backup. Given that it's such a shoddy base, Pie-Rat is easily able to get inside and get close to Vetvix. She's expecting a technological attack, so she's unprepared when he pulls out that vial of magic potion and sprinkles her with it. And naturally, the potion that made him grow 12 feet tall makes Vetvix shrink to 5 inches. It's magic, we don't have to explain it!

Pie-Rat takes the magic crystal that Vetvix uses to fuel her powers, which of course didn't shrink because magic is just bullshit. See previous paragraph's last sentence. And while Pie-Rat takes over the base and begins plotting a further revenge against Pet Force, we cut over to them. They're at Sorceror Binky's own castle, and it's clear he's a bit of a hoarder. This is to their advantage, though, as they eventually piece together a working spaceship out of old car parts and other things, all patched together between Compooky's know-how and Binky's magic. This seems like the sort of book where I could use that "it's magic" quote every other paragraph. But craft a new--if small--ship they do, and speed off in the newly christened Planetary Pizza.

The rickety little ship does eventually find its way to Pie-Rat's base, saving him the trouble of being proactive as a villain. The magic thing keeps happening, and Pie-Rat basically becomes Discord for a bit while he fights them, doing things like turning Starlena's siren song into actual living music notes. One by one, the members of Pet Force are taken out, with only Garzooka is left. He and Pie-Rat struggle, while Pie-Rat tries to aim the magic crystal at Garzooka. Garzooka uses his claw to rip the crystal from Pie-Rat and defeat him.

Unfortunately, here's where the cover comes in. It seems the moments Pie-Rat was focusing the crystal during the struggle affected Garzooka's mind. He puts the crystal around his own neck. which turns him evil. He helps Pie-Rat to his feet, and the pair escape in the Lightspeed Lasagna. While Pet Force pursues them in their ramshackle ship, the new criminal duo strikes the storage planet of Deli to steal their food. Pet Force manages to catch up as the villains celebrate their spoils, and use a magic blast from the systems Binky installed to short out the Lightspeed Lasagna. This enables them to dock with the ship and climb aboard for a contfrontation.

The group fights, and once again the bearer of a bullshit magic crystal subdues the heroes easily. Annoyed now, Garzooka takes hold of Starlena and prepares to kill her or something. She taps into the one thing she has left: she's not fighting just Garzooka, but Garfield in his body. She drops some heavy put-downs, which resonate with Garfield, and he hesitates long enough for her to cut the crystal off him. The crystal hits the floor and shatters, undoing its evil magics on Garzooka's mind as well as on all his teammates. With Pet Force reunited, Pie-Rat is easily subdued and locked up.

The group waits for the ship to power back up, then speed off to apologise to the planet Deli. Following that, they head back towards Vetvix's moonbase. That night, though, the magic that was making Pie-Rat 12 feet tall wears off, and he escapes from his cell. He steals the remaining shards of the crystal, climbs into the Planetary Pizza, and makes a getaway. As a bonus, he also repeats the power-down spell against the bigger ship, giving him ample time to escape. And he's not the only one. Over on the Menacing Moon of Mayhem, Vetvix also returns to her proper size, and abandons this base as well. And when Pet Force fails to find her, they simply return to their own universe, ready to be called on once again in the future~

Book 3: K-Niner: Dog of Doom!

Another very basic comic book-style cover. K-Niner is a much more typical villain in style. This one's actually a wrap-around, and features the rest of Pet Force reacting to K-Niner on the back cover. Which is good because, other than the first cover, the covers all have a heavy Garzooka focus. Which makes sense for a book series, I suppose, you wanna assure the kiddos that Garfield's gonna be in the book. But as a comic book series, this would be a bad look for a team book~

So after our standard introduction and recap, we start off with Vetvix in yet another new base, the Floating Fortress of Fear. I'm sure it's very intimidating, if she can keep hold of it for more than a single book. She's picking up from the epilogue and putting the last touches on K-Niner, mostly enhancing his intelligence. Now, you look at the cover and tell me what kind of voice you'd expect. Some sort of German or Austrian accent, like the doberman on Road Rovers? Does anyone remember Road Rovers~? Anyways, but no: he speaks with a posh British accent. You know, the "I say, good chaps, looks like we're in a bit of a sticky wicket, eh wot?" type. Trust me, you can tell. But just because he sounds refined doesn't mean he's not evil.

I also love that after the initial "trapped them in the Phantom Zone" bit, the villains just go whole ham. K-Niner here demonstrates that he is indeed evil by threatening to rip out Vetvix's throat. Let your villains be villainous is all I'm saying. She's pleased he's so vicious, but feels he needs to learn his place as well. She force-chokes him until he complies. She then gives him his assignment: she thinks dogs should be liberated. The Boy Mayor of Second Life would approve, and so does K-Niner. Turning pets on their masters is just his style.

K-Niner takes a portable evolution gun, and immediately sets off. He begins on the planet Kennel. Isn't it neat how every planet is named after an English word that describes its function? K-Niner quickly takes over the dog population and turns them against their masters, because boosting their intelligence also makes them evil, of course. They use enslavement collars on their former owners, and within a few days, the dogs now run the planet. We cut over to Emperor Jon on Polyester, where a man has crash-landed a ship. He's an escapee from Kennel, and he's here to report the events so we can get the plot moving and once more summon Pet Force!

And summoned once more they are, Garfield and Friends once more conveniently disappearing in a split second while Jon's back is turned (this time they're outside playing volleyball). And once back in the parallel universe, Emperor Jon fills them all in on K-Niner's dastardly doings. Garzooka, naturally, takes great offense to dogs being in charge, and takes his duties as a hero completely seriously for once. Pet Force takes off for a confrontation with K-Niner in the Lightspeed Lasagna. And speaking of Pet Force's ships...

The Planetary Pizza, piloted by Pie-Rat, plants its pads down on polar planet Glacia. Pie-Rat is here seeking a way to restore his magic crystal and regain his mighty magic powers. He's sought out the home of a legendary evil wizard, who's known by the name of... Barfo. I see why Barfo keeps his location a secret. But anyway, Barfo is the one who made the crystal, so naturally Pie-Rat reasons he can restore it as well. Suprisingly once on Glacia, Barfo's evil lair is pretty easy to find. His manservant, Hobart the Gnome, brings Pie-Rat before the wizard, and within moments the crystal is restored! Pie-Rat turns to thank Hobart, but Hobart suddenly turns into Vetvix!

Yes, Vetvix knew all along that Pie-Rat's quest would lead him here. And as she was once Barfo's student in the ways of evil magic, she knew she could get the old coot to go along with her plan. Barfo returns the crystal to Vetvix, restoring her powers. And so Pie-Rat, a recurring villain in three whole books, is unceremoniously done away with, as Vetvix teleports him inside an asteroid, trapping him in solid rock. Even if the asteroid were hollow or he displaced the interior when he teleported in, no doubt he'll suffocate within moments. That's pretty harsh.

With that over, we rejoin Pet Force as they approach Kennel. K-Niner's battle cruiser spots them incoming, and shoots the ship down, even in spite of Abnermal's forcefields. Pet Force bail out of the ship, and Abnermal uses his powers to make snow to cushion their fall. Upon landing, a contingent of mutant animals attack. The mooks aren't much, but K-Niner himself puts up an impressive fight. However, one of the mooks pulls a gun and points it at Compooky. This is why Compooky usually stays aboard the ship, but that wasn't an option. Rather than let their friend get hurt, Pet Force surrenders.

Pet Force is held prisoner separately from Compooky, with both the cell's technology making it freeze-proof and threats of "don't break out, or we'll shoot your compatriot". Their imprisonment is not long, though, as suddenly the power goes out. Pet Force takes advantage of the situation and make their escape, quickly running into Compooky. K-Niner didn't think the hyper-intelligent teddy bear needed a high security cell, and just locked him in the basement. It was easy for him to then break out and shut down the local power grid. This also has the side effect of turning off the control collars the humans were wearing. How convenient!

With control of the planet now tilted in their favour, Pet Force now has time to both fix their ship and reverse the polarity of the brain-boosting weapons, turning the dog population of Kennel back to their normal selves. Though the experience did change the pet owners of Kennel. Having experienced life in their pets' shoes (so to speak) for a bit, they've resolved to treat their canine companions a bit more equally. More being allowed on the furniture, less stupid tricks for treats. Still, Pet Force can't stay long, and they head off in pursuit of K-Niner's battle cruiser. This is why most superheroes don't have spaceships (Jedis don't count): if your enemy also has one, they can flee way more easily than on foot.

Not willing to let another place go to the dogs, as it were, Pet Force catches up with K-Niner. With his previous success, Vetvix has stepped up the timetable and sent him after Polyester right away. Emperor Jon is in danger! They enter the planet's atmosphere, and are attacked by fighter craft. They fend them off, but their weapons system is damaged in the fight, so they can't simply use the reverse brain-rays and solve it quickly. The team splits up instead: Garzooka and Abnermal will go after K-Niner, while the other three will find the planet's power source and knock out the collars, since that worked so well the last time.

The two heroes quickly make short work of K-Niner's guards, and then turn the battle to deal with the Dog of Doom himself. While the struggle goes on, the rest of Pet Force reach the planet's power grid. Using a clever tactic, Compooky overloads the power and causes and electrical storm that simultaneously undoes the brain-boosting effect and shorts out the enslavement collars. There's only a few pages left, after all, and we have to wrap this up. K-Niner is reverted back into an ordinary dog, and the emperor is reverted to an ordinary non-enslaved person. The day is saved!

And now once again, Pet Force prepares to return to their own universe. However... when the spell clears, the five heroes are still standing there. Something is blocking the passage between dimensions, and Pet Force is trapped. And while Pet Force's adventures have taken place between mere moments in their own universe, they have always returned quickly enough that Jon didn't notice a thing. But this time, as Jon retrieves the volleyball and turns around to his pets, he's surprised to find they've all vanished into thin air...

Book 4: Menace of the Mutanator

This one's very striking because of its more painted look compared to the heavy black outlines the rest of the covers have. Does this one count as having the whole team on the cover? Because, spoilers, that's what the Mutanator is: the rest of Pet Force mashed up into a villain. Again, though, that's definitely a striking image that'd draw in readers to a comic cover. In fact, while Garzooka may be over-used as a cover focus, several of these also show him imperiled in some way, and that's nice for character stuff. That helps balace it a bit~

I wanna say, before we start, that I'm impressed by the continuity for the series as a whole. They could've just written each story as a standalone, but for a series of 100-page children's novellas starring Garfield characters as superheroes, things happen in these books. Like, maybe not sweeping status quo changes, but events affect the plot of each next book down the line. And that's where we pick up! Right where the last book left off, with Pet Force now stuck in the alternate universe, unable to return home to Jon. But if they can't go home to Jon, well, maybe then events will conspire to bring Jon to them~

Yep, because Jon happens to wander into the room where they keep the copy of Pet Force #100 that acts as a portal to their universe, he gets transported into the Pet Force universe. And since Emperor Jon is still an extant entity, there's just two Jons now. Jon, of course, is a bit freaked out, and it takes several pages to explain the whole deal to him, and also have a showcase of all their powers to pad out the book some more. Eventually, they decide to call in Sorceror Binky to examine the problem. When he has a go of it, a sudden tornado emerges from the cauldron and whisks away Pet Force--save for Garzooka, whose prodigious strength keeps him anchored.

Garzooka heads out in the Lightspeed Lasagna to track Pet Force's signature, glad to get away from a double trouble Jon. And while he's searching, the scene cuts to Vetvix's Floating Fortress of Fear. Hey, one of her bases actually lasted more than one book! This is where Pet Force has been transported to, once more in a power-proof cell. Vetvix monologues to the heroes, as she is wont to do, explaining that she's the one who cast the spell to keep them from returning home. And further, she's brought them here to mutate them into her servants.

While Emperor Jon exposits about his backstory (turns out he is not of royal blood, and has about as much legitimate claim to the throne as you or I do), the search continues. Sorceror Binky detects Pet Force, giving them all a view of what happens next. The trapped members of Pet Force are literally broken apart and reassembled: Odious' body, Compooky's brain inserted into the chest, Abnermal's hands, and Starlena's head. She christens this beast "Mutanator", and it is soullessly obedient. I also wanna say, Mutanator's kind of a non-binary icon, aren't they? (The comic uses "it", but it was 1998 and alternative pronouns weren't really a thing yet.) Muscular, masculine body, but confident enough to still wear lipstick. It's a look, is all I'm saying~

Mutanator continues to possess the combined powers of Pet Force as well. Vetvix sends them to attack the planet Armory to gear up before attempting to conquer Polyester. And meanwhile, thanks to the convenience of being able to scan all of Compooky's memories now that his brain is part of Mutanator, Vetvix has the perfect trap to spring on Garzooka--or should she say Garfield. Yes, she really knows the whole origin for Pet Force now, and now she knows all Garfield's weaknesses, likes and dislikes, and probably blood type and other dating profile stats~

Thus, when Garzooka receives the coordinates from Emperor Jon and arrives at the Floating Fortress, he finds himself menaced by giant spiders. Vetvix couldn't think of a way to get Mondays to attack him, so the Giant Spider Invasion will do. Spiders are apparently very formiddable foes, Garzooka's personal fears aside. They can swat gamma hairballs out of the air, they can construct webs as quickly as certain Marvel heroes, and their hairy exoskeletons are resistant to both claw and strength. But despite his fear and Abnermal's running commentary, Garzooka manages to trounce the spiders with a carefully applied flame--taking Vetvix's blueprints with them.

Garzooka heads out once again to track down the Mutanator, leaving his less-than-all-together friends in the safety of their forcefield prison. While he's off, we return to the perspective of his target. Using their combined powers, the Mutanator swiftly conquers the planet Armory and sets their sights on Polyester next. It's not a bad plan, honestly. With the stockpile from Armory, not only will the Mutanator be more powerful, Polyester won't be able to use the planet for backup. Fortunately for the two Jons, though, Garzooka intercepts the Mutanator before they can leave Armory.

The fight's actually pretty good. Very back and forth. But even despite Garzooka's great strength, the Mutanator wins in the end. Thankfully, Vetvix puts her conquest of Polyester on hold to take the time to retrieve Garzooka and add his power to the Mutanator. This, of course will be her undoing--in a completely ridiculous way, of course. For back in the palace, our universe's Jon is watching Pet Force's struggles with the scrying cauldron. And he leans in a bit too close. Sowhile Vetvix is prepping the machine to divide Garzooka's body like she did the rest of Pet Force, Jon suddenly tumbles through the dimensional warp caused by the cauldron and lands on Vetvix, which causes her to put the machine in reverse. A real Jonnus ex cauldrona there, eh?

The Mutanator disappears, their existance as a unique being wiped out as their pieces return to their proper Pet Force owners. With Pet Force reassembled, Garzooka takes out Vetvix with one of his gamma-radiated hairballs while she's distracted by Jon. Pet Force decides that the vile veternarian should have a taste of her own medicine, and stick her in the body-splicing machine with some of her guards. This divides them all up and mixes them into bizarre combinations. It also has the side effect of disabling Vetvix's magic, so they can return to their own universe now.

The book wraps up here. Pet Force first returns to Armory to both return the stolen weapons and also make repairs on the buildings that were damaged in Garzooka's fight with the Mutanator. That's the sort of thing I'd like to see in more superhero stories in general. The two Jons part ways, with the Emperor believing the other Jon's heroism to have been deliberate. And thus are Garfield and friends returned home. And just like the end of their first adventure, where Garfield couldn't be sure if it really happened, so too is Jon's memory fading. Had he really witnessed all that? Only his pets know for sure--and in this universe, they can't talk~

Book 5: Attack of the Lethal Lizards

This one's another wrap-around, showing the rest of Pet Force engaging the remaining Lethal Lizards on the back cover. This is one advantage books have over comics: a front and back cover you can use for your story-telling. The Lizard designs are pretty good for a villain group too. Like Pet Force, they don't adhere to a particular theme, but they do look good individually. Garzooka roasting a hot dog on a stick might be a bit too comedic for a superhero story, though. It sets the tone wrong. How "lethal" can they possibly be if Garzooka is out here roasting hot dogs in the middle of battle?

So here we go, last book. After the usual recap, we open with Jon explaining to Garfield and friends his latest plans: they're going to WackyWorld, a theme park dedicated to Jon's favourite cartoon, The Wackies. Both Garfield and Nermal think the show is lame, and if those two agree on something, you know it must be so. In less lame universes, however, trouble is once more a-brewing. So it turns out Vetvix's Floating Fortress of Fear has been orbiting the swamp planet Reptilius this whole time. And her various experiments in the last two books have been radiating the planet in magical energy...

From that magical power, three reptiles find themselves uplifted in intelligence and granted fantastic powers. Please say hello to our three main villains for this book: Snake, an enormous snake (the only one without an anthro design) with stretching powers; Chameleon, who can shapeshift; and Dragon, a komodo dragon with fire breath and the bad attitude to match. While Snake and Chameleon figure out their powers, Dragon declares himself the leader as he's clearly the smartest, strongest, and most powerful. They name themselves the Lethal Lizards and start plotting how to rule the planet.

After that exciting intro, though, the book kind of slows down. First we get a whole chapter of Emperor Jon also deciding to go on vacation, to planet Funlandia. With Vetvix out of commission for a while, there's no better time. In short, he's out of the castle and Sorceror Binky is in charge. This is followed by a chapter of Jon and his pets at WackyWorld. It's certainly an accommodating amusement park to allow pets on its grounds. Garfield at least gets along with the food, but if you know anything about amusement park food prices, the amount Garfield eats will make your wallet weep. Jon takes his mind off it by dragging the pets along to a ride. Surely they have to be under the height restriction~

Fortunately, we get back to the actual stars of this book, and we see a bit more of their dynamic. Snake is the sort who sucks up to whoever's calling themselves "Boss" at the moment. Dragon is power-hungry, and it's clear he'll sell out his allies at the drop of a hat. Chameleon is Starscream. Anyway, they trek through the jungles of Reptilius until they find a downed spaceship. Reviewing the logs reveals it was a scout ship from Vetvix, and they also learn of Vetvix and her mission. However, they don't know where Emperor Jon lives, so they crowd into the the newly christened Rapacious Reptile and set course for the stars.

The first planet they come across is a world called Klod. Quickly the Lethal Lizards beat up the populace and find the local government. Chameleon shapeshifts into a dignitary, pretending to be an advance entourage for Emperor Jon, schmoozing with the governor until he learns both what Jon looks like and the name of his planet. With this information secure, Chameleon nips out suddenly, and the trio sets forth towards Polyester. Governer Klutz calls up the palace as soon as the reptiles depart, and reports the incident to Sorceror Binky.

Binky wastes no time, and he dials up Pet Force. Since all five are in one place, he's able to pull them through even without them being near the gateway through issue #100's cover. Convenient! Pet Force, however, does waste time, as a lengthy comedy scene eats up several pages before we just get on with it. Eventually, the situation is conveyed, and they figure it's safer to keep Emperor Jon on Funlandia for the time being. Compooky stays behind to help plan some strategies, while the rest of Pet Force boards the Lightspeed Lasagna to intercept the Lethal Lizards before they even arrive.

Pet Force spends the next few minutes both scanning for incoming ships and bickering with each other, so I'm very glad when the Rapacious Reptile appears on their detectors before too long. Dragon threatens the ship, telling them to move or he'll knock them aside. It's a spaceship, dude, you can move in three dimensions. The ships trade shots, and while Chameleon's piloting is actually pretty good due to his independently-rotating eyeballs, eventually both ships crash land on whatever planet is nearby.

Both ships crash right next to each other, which is improbable but less ridiculous than some of the contrivances in these books, so I'm okay with it. Now you'd think what with the enemies being reptiles and Abnermal having freezing powers that this battle would be over really easily, but no. In fact, Garzooka and Dragon are pretty evenly matched. Snake turns out to be immune to Starlena's siren song because snakes don't have external ears. See, now there's a contrivance I find a bit weird. Snake swallows Abnermal whole, and Chameleon and Odious get literally tongue-tied. The Lethal Lizards actually live up to their name pretty well.

As the fight continues, half of both sides are laid out when Compooky comes rushing up, saying he has an urgent message from the emperor. And that's when he sucker-punches the team. It was actually Chameleon in disguise, having gotten knocked away when he and Odious separated. So yeah, round one goes to the Lizards, and they make their escape first. Pet Force regroups, and they give chase. The Lizards have enough head start to really lay siege to Polyester before Pet Force arrives, though. They even get access to the palace using Chameleon's shapeshifting, leading to Sorceror Binky letting slip the real location of the emperor just as Pet Force arrives.

Another fight ensues--see, now it's really a superhero story--and the Lizards leave again 2 and 0. This time Snake uses his venomous fangs to attack Starlena. This leads to the weirdest contrivance yet. Maybe not the worst, but definitely the weirdest. They have only minutes to save Starlena. So how do they do it? Well, they notice that Odious drools quite a lot. It's very "fluid output". So they have Binky magically reverse Odious' drooling, so that he has "fluid input" on his tongue instead. It becomes a big suction sponge and sucks the poison out of Starlena. They then restore the drooling, and he just harmlessly drools out the poison. What.

With their teammate saved, Pet Force pursues the Lethal Lizards to Funlandia. They get there just in time to rescue Emperor Jon from their clutches, with Garzooka and Odious combining their strength to literally rip a kiddie ride out of the ground. Starlena corners Chameleon in a hall of mirrors, turning his own trick against him. Snake is undone by Odious' strength. And Garzooka fights Dragon to a standstill, finally trapping all three on a roller coaster still operating. When the ride comes to an end, Abnermal freezes them all until the authorities can retrieve them.

Naturally, Emperor Jon thinks it's all part of the show (because Jon is dimwitted in any universe). The Lizards are sent to a lizard-proof prison (seriously, it specifies this), and Pet Force returns to their own universe. As usual, Jon didn't notice his pets go missing during the dark amusement park ride. The book concludes on an ominous note, however, as the ship carrying the Lethal Lizards makes its jump to lightspeed just as it passes the Floating Fortress of Fear. The shockwave knocks over some debris that reactivates the combining machine, restoring Vetvix to her full evil might once more!

The end!

No, really. Those five books are all there was. I hear it may have continued into the comics, but I don’t know how accurate that is. I didn’t really look into it.

But boy, what a ride, huh? Let’s dissect the books one at a time, since it only seems fair to take them as individual stories.

The Outrageous Origin: It’s a fairly basic origin story, I’d say. It kind of has to be. I guess my main gripe is that, like Rita Repulsa’s entire run on Power Rangers, the heroes never fight the main villain directly. In fact, there’s barely even an evil plot in this one. You have henchmen and some traps, and that’s about it for the menace.

Pie-Rat’s Revenge: A cautionary tale about why you treat your minions with respect. This one’s pretty good, but the events depicted on the cover make up such a small part of the book. Wouldn’t it have been more fun if Garzooka was turned at the beginning of the story? Book 4 would at least do the reverse of that, so it’s not a major complaint~

K-Niner, Dog of Doom: I think this one’s about as middle of the road as you can get. What a coincidence that it’s also the middle of the series! Like I said in the recap portion, it’s a shame that Pie-Rat’s story ended here. This one definitely feels more “villain of the week” than most.

Menace of the Mutanator: This one might be the best book in the series. Garzooka, alone, battling against the best parts of his team? That’s gripping stuff. I guess the main problem is that the Mutanator isn’t really a character in and of themselves. Like, K-Niner, he may have been a generic rent-a-villain type, but he had a personality. Mutanator is little more than an extention of Vetvix’s will.

Attack of the Lethal Lizards: I’m a bit split on this one. The bits with the titular Lizards are great. They steal the show! But the parts where it focuses on either Jon kind of drag, and Pet Force is a bit too jokey here. Like, I get the point is that they’ve relaxed into their roles now, and there’s not much point of doing it as a Garfield story if they don’t actually use the character personalities, but... I dunno. It’s good, but it could have been better~

And that’s it! Like, I dunno how to wrap this up. Pet Force was neither my first exposure to superheroes nor my first introduction to the Garfield brand (you can thank Saturday morning cartoons for both of those). But for some reason, maybe just the absurdly goofy premise, it always kinda stuck with me. And I think that’s a good enough reason to make it my 10th anniversary review, don’t you~?

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i-donot-forget · 4 years ago

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4 Days

My Candy Love - Love Life

Eric - Candy/Sucrette - Nathaniel

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Spoilers Ep 12 - 13

So I was thinking about the days between the kiss with Eric and our date four days later, but from his perspective.

I don't speak english very well, so this is like 90% google translate

DAY 0

I ran away like a coward after what I had done, what was I thinking? How did I let it happen? But they weren't my imaginations, she reciprocated, right? The more I tried to remember the details of that slip, my mind could only think of one thing, her and the softness of her lips, steal her breath, her glassy eyes and flushed cheeks despite my misdeed, I couldn't help but smile because the reality was more delicious than anything I had imagined.

The loneliness of my apartment took me out of my reverie, now I had to deal with the consequences of my actions, the only question was when? surely as soon as she got home she would tell him how I took advantage of the situation, maybe Nathaniel was on his way here right now to beat me up, which I deserve anyway ...

I still felt the light touch of her perfume on me and it was driving me crazy, I went to take a cold shower with the horrible sensation of hearing a knock on the door, a product of my tormented imagination. I could not think and I had no one to talk to, I was going around the place like a caged lion, I looked at the clock again helpless when I saw that even time was making fun of me, I changed with the idea that there was only one thing that could distract me now, go for a run. I was going fast, lost in my thoughts with the uncomfortable feeling that I was being followed, stopped at a traffic light I was left blank when I saw a blond guy in a white jacket on the other side of the sidewalk, I knew it was not him and even so I could not take my eyes off him until I was 100% sure, I trotted past him receiving the smoke from his cigar fully on my face, By the time I got to the other side of the street, I needed a cigarette more than I needed oxygen. 7 years in the trash, I thought as I ripped off the plastic and opened the box, that first puff was the only thing that managed to calm me down a bit and before I knew it I was on the second.

I walked home calmer or the fact that my head was spinning absorbed some of my attention but when I closed the door the adrenaline and excitement had passed, now I was on the floor, I saw the time and resigned that tonight I could not sleep I dropped into the chair in front of the table that was overflowing with reports, I opened the laptop and gave myself to the escape who had rescued me from Melissa for the last year and there I could see an e-mail from Ben that I should have checked that afternoon if I wouldn't have been in such a rush to get to a certain cafe at 8pm.

DAY 1

By the time the sun rose I could no longer bear the thought of not knowing what to expect, so I called Nathaniel against my logic and common sense, put the phone on speakerphone, and put it on the table as I clung to the wood tightly. Each ringtone fed my paranoia. I expected the worst, screams, insults, threats, at the very least, and then he answered, I stammered incoherencies until I realized that he didn't know, she hadn't told him… yet. I told him about the information Ben had sent me feeling slightly relieved, I hung up the phone calmer but not better, this secret was a time bomb and I felt like garbage.

I froze as I tightened the doorknob, because by inertia my feet would take me straight to the Cozy Bear, like every morning before work and every afternoon at closing time, but I couldn't go back there like nothing else, I was a criminal returning to the scene of the crime simply couldn't break into her space after what had happened, not without her authorization. I walked towards the station in the company of a cigarette and for some reason I could not remember when was the last time I had done this, I was tense, distracted, I could not concentrate even on the simplest idea my mind was restless and I simply could not ignore the why, I would have to look at his face and act like every day, I had to be convincing and it felt horrible. I hesitated before entering and after crossing the entrance I stopped for a few seconds to look inside, searching quickly, I took a deep breath out of inertia thinking I still had a few minutes left.

- I am glad I am not the only one who is affected by the investigation . -

A friendly slap on my shoulder caused me an exaggerated start but Nathaniel passed by directly to the Chief's office, I saw how he stopped at the threshold, looked at me and gestured for me to enter. I explained the progress in the investigation with few details until our superior resumed the meeting, luckily without a field operation on the agenda I could keep my distance without raising suspicions. The day was eternal and tortuous but it was already after 10 o'clock at night when I went to vent to the gym, 3 hours later I was at home, another night awake.

DAY 2

- It is the second day you arrive smelling of cigarettes instead of coffee. I believed that with age your habits would improve, not worsen. Is the wisdom of old age a myth? -

Nathaniel joked as the sound of his fists on the punching bag filled the air, I set the dumbbell I was lifting on the ground before giving him a look.

- Yes, yes, I want to see in what condition you will be when you are my age, young man. -

- But seriously, two days without coffee? That's a record, the Cozy Bear will go broke without you. -

- Yes, well I'm changing the coffee for the gym. With the whole move in I realized that I am not in such good shape. -

- Have you already adapted to your new apartment? -

- I finally have a bedside lamp so even though I don't have a TV, or real china, I was able to finish the last book you recommended. -

- Great. Did you start something new? -

- Yes, in fact I'm already halfway there... it's something different, more suspense with some science fiction. -

- Boring… -

- Whatever you say... to tell the truth... I had discussed it with... Candy. -

- Oh yeah? -

- Yes, now that I think about it... she asked me for the reference, I saved an article from the internet with several titles of the same style. -

- Would you send it to her? will you do me a favor. -

- Sure, mmmh I don't have her number. -

- My phone is in my jacket, the pass is 4444. -

- Don't you know her number by heart? -

- Mmmm no. -

Upon unlocking the screen, the background photo was like a kick in the stomach, it was her with a beaming smile, which I did not remember ever seeing, I imagine that smile is only for him. I looked for the contact, "Honey" of course ... I sent it and put the phone quickly as if it burned in my hands.

I avoided the excused lunch with an imaginary date with a divorce lawyer, I drove through the city with no clear destination, away from those streets where by any chance of life I could come across her, I parked at a gas station when it became apparent that no matter how long I was behind the wheel I would not find the right words and finally I called her, dial tone and after a few minutes, mailbox. Come on again, she must be tending the cafe after all. Second try, back to the mailbox, this is more difficult than I thought. What if she doesn't want to answer me? No, how could she know it's me, maybe she has my number. But what nonsense are you saying? Of course she doesn't have your number, let's go once again the third time's the charm. And I was defeated, after the third attempt I did not have the courage to call again and the uncertainty began to fill my head, I drove back to the station with a thousand ideas going through my head and in all of them I am the villain.

I was collapsed on the desk in my office after the afternoon meeting when the phone rang, seeing her name on the screen made my heart race, I closed the blind on the door window and I hesitated for a moment before locking with key.

- Hello, Candy? Thanks for calling me back. I think we should talk ... -

- Eric? I don’t remember giving you my number. -

Yes ... I simply continue to deceive Nath to calm this uncertainty that is killing me, I continued to accumulate crimes and although I believed that I was prepared to face the consequences, I was surprised at myself, at what I was willing to do to find out.

- Ahem... I asked Nath for it. I told him I wanted to share the name of the book we had talked about with you but… we both know that’s not the reason. I wanted for us to talk... about what happened between us, the other night. -

- And ... You couldn't have just stopped by? On the phone, it's a bit ... -

- I agree! But I wasn't sure that you wanted to see me. Well, anyway… -

- Okay, well, you know where to find me, right? I don't close before 8, if you haven’t forgotten… -

- Well ... I'm busy today... And tomorrow. I thought…… Maybe we can get a drink together in two days? I promise, it won't take long. -

- Uh… Okey, see you after tomorrow, then! -

When she hung up I felt that the world was turning again, that everything had stopped just with her voice, in the middle of all this a part of me was glad to hear her again. Little by little the plea that had almost stuttered became clearer,she could still hate me, disown me and want me as far as possible from her life. Maybe that was what I deserved, maybe that was for the best.

That night I slept fitfully waking up with a start until dawn, a single nightmare repeated itself in a loop, she laughing in my face for having been so stupid as to believe that there was something between us, that I was mistaken her sympathy for interest and I don't know how I could even dream of her leaving him for… for someone like me.

DAY 3

Jogging accompanied by the morning dew helped me wake up after not resting, somehow a choppy night's sleep was more harmful than a sleepless night, this lack was beginning to take its toll and it was already more than evident in my face that I was not having a good day. Today I would have a little field operation, nothing more to watch in case I saw anything suspicious, although I definitely couldn't see anything if I could barely keep my eyes open.

I hadn't been able to escape lunch today and Nath had already been staring at me for a couple of minutes.

- Everything is fine? -

Hearing that question aloud I hesitated, as if I was no longer physically capable of following this lie, I thought of confessing everything to him, not just the kiss, but this forbidden feeling that I had allowed myself to cultivate, how traitorous and scoundrel I was, but then I thought about her, and how I couldn't take away from her what belonged to her by right, if someone had to be the great antagonist it was me, the only one who would have to pay for deception and lies.

- Yes ... Although I think my attempt to give up coffee for something healthier is ironically killing me, I think I'll go back to my old habits. -

- Take care Eric, I still need you around for a while, someone has to stick up for this department. -

Who would say that words could cause physical pain felt like his words were digging into my back and blocking my throat. I could only smile. Sitting alone in an incognito vehicle my mind was blank, no, not blank really an idea had been fixed in my head as a clue that appears after rereading for the tenth time ... I could not, I simply could not do that to Nath, this had all been a huge mistake, a confusing and totally out of place situation, and it had to end as soon as possible.

That night I couldn't sleep either, I spent the hours thinking about her, saying goodbye in some way to the moments that I had collected in my memory, I had kept this absurd fantasy for too long and I couldn't continue lying to myself.

DAY 4

This morning I was calm, despite being the day of our meeting, but perhaps it was not tranquility but resignation, today the suspense ended, this story that should never have existed ended.

The hours passed quickly because I had already made a decision, if I wanted to end this forever there should be no doubt, I had to tell her absolutely everything, so when she rejects me and denies each and every one of my hopes, I could turn off that light that still wants to see her, that not even the fact that she is with someone else has been able to extinguish, it must be her and it must be brutal.

I was surprised at how quickly the orange glow of the evening began to creep in through my office window, it seemed that after all I did not really want to go to my “date”. My discouragement was turning into nervousness with each step I took, by the time I realized I was outside the cafe.

And then I saw you through the window and I smiled without being able to contain myself because only when I saw you did I realize that I missed you and that I had not liked spending so many days without seeing you and that everything even seemed a little brighter...

Oh… Shit, I'm really screwed...

#MCL #mclll #mcl fanfic #mcl eric #my english is shit

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helahades · 5 years ago

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Araña Picante

(A Peter Parker Drabble) // (Fem!Reader)

Warnings: Light injury. Spanish song with literal translation that makes no sense. If ya know ya know! Peter with a crush.

A/N: I am aware I missed out on the title alliteration of Spicy Spider. It will haunt me later, no doubt. Also, Peter is 22.

Intended for a Spanish speaking reader, but anyone can read!

And the song she sings is a healing one my mom does when my brother gets hurt. Never fails♥️

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To the unending entertainment of everyone around him, Peter Parker loves spicy food.

Mainly chips. Hot cheetos, Takis, (and most recently, Tapatio Doritos).

He also likes the spicy gas station pickles, the most searing flavor at the salsa bar, and the hottest hot wings.

Of course, while all good things have their limits, Peter has none. He will eat salsa picante and anything that burns until he’s blushed red in the face and with swollen cherry lips smacking and slurping and near drooling fire.

He loves spicy food, but he doesn’t know when to stop, and he refuses to admit when too hot is too hot.

He’ll sit in his chair, spacing out from conversation, only thinking about how the heat in his mouth feels like television static. It’s almost like he only likes food that hurts him. His interest was first piqued, leading to an eventual crush, when he saw you eat a gas station pickle without a jug of water.

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It’s hot outside. A sweltering, sticky heat wave is sitting over Nueva York, and no one can bear to be out in it unless it’s chased by the coolness of one of Stark’s infinity pools.

For safety reasons, the pool isn’t fully outside. Missile proof, one way glass separates its space from the open air surrounding the roof.

Sitting across from you, Peter can’t help but to stare. His skin is freshly dotted with droplets from the pool he had just pulled himself out of. Those droplets are warming both with today’s peak heat, and the rush of his blood as he watches you absentmindedly wrap your pretty lips around the cherry tip of a Firecracker popsicle.

He doesn’t know where to look. There’s the blue droplet from the base that’s trailing down your chest and disappearing beneath the slick fabric of your one piece. There’s the way your legs are crossed at the ankles and the sheen of your coconutty sunscreen mixes surprisingly pleasantly with the other scents...jugo de sandía, salsa de mango, and the one that’s just barely detectable to the unenhanced that is driving him crazy—that fucking popsicle.

He’s a sweet boy, truly. He would never stare at you so openly, or try to make you feel uncomfortable. In fact, he takes pride in the fact that you don’t keep the same shield up with him that you rightfully do with other male agents—if that’s what he is.

So yes, he has a crush on you, and has since he met you in Germany, fired up and powerful. It was born of the same kind of awe that young guys have for lots of things they’ve never seen before, and only grew upon getting to know you. The smaller, realer you, as opposed to the larger than life reputation that often precedes your presence.

You’re smart, and you’re quick, which isn’t exactly groundbreaking for anyone around here, but his adoration bloomed from other things.

When he was in that airport in Germany, just meeting the Avengers and scared shitless, despite knowing his strength, you were one of the only unenhanced present, looking as if it were the most natural thing in the world! You’re resilient and adaptable.

When everyone was sure he couldn’t keep up when Tony named him an Avenger, that he would crack under the pressure, you smiled encouragingly, and decided to train him a bit. You’re quite the acrobatic fighter yourself, the swooping from the heavens backup—albeit without web shooters—and you had plenty to say about his form.

Just because you can withstand the force of a bad landing, doesn’t mean you should! That’ll catch up to you Peter!

His soul balloons when you say his name, he feels like he’s floating across the city with only sweaty palms for parachutes.

There are plenty of reasons to adore you, but also, he is only (semi)human, and at his most base form, his fast metabolism, his quick beating heart drum beating hot blood, and his dialed up senses make it very hard not to notice reasons to feel very attracted to you.

Peter finds you very pretty.

He finds he loves to listen to your voice. He asks you to explain things he already understands. He goes to every optional meeting if you’ll be speaking. He has, once or twice, listened to that video over and over that you sent to the group chat, telling everyone goodnight. You even say his name in it, chastising him lightly for some dad joke he made.

Your voice is gentle and soft and he loves to catch you singing.

You’re humming something now, onto the slightly wider whiter tip of the popsicle, and Peter thinks he has never known you to eat anything so slow. Turning towards him from your chair, which he senses quickly and looks away casually, you ask him if he’s tried the salsa.

He hasn’t, because even though he loves spicy things, he feels heated enough thinking about your lips that have finally pulled away from that popsicle, graced with cold and sticky sweet syrup. He’s trying not to think about how he could see your tongue working from behind your cheeks, or how you would hum while closing your eyes, reveling in your icy treat’s contrast to this steamy day.

His hand, in all its largeness, crinkles the sides of the bag as he reaches in, and it takes him embarrassingly long to grab one Tapatío chip. At his irritation at that, he scoops up a heaping, and entirely miscalculated scoop of your mango salsa, throwing the entire thing in his mouth.

A moment.

F u c k.

It’s half fruit! How can this be so spicy?

You’re looking at him, trying to gauge his reaction to your recipe, and he’s melting into his chair, hand not so subtly covering his mouth, but he tries to pass it off like he’s in deep thought. About what? Who fucking knows. Maybe about how the hottest woman he’s ever seen makes the hottest salsa he’s ever tasted and how now he just wants to be a popsicle so he wouldn’t ever burn up like this again and have to work so hard just to fail to hide it in front of you.

Then, you tilt your head, fond knowingness spreading across your features as you let slip a light chuckle.

“Oh, precioso,” you giggle, making his burning heart tender, “you don’t have to pretend. I know I made it a little spicier today.”

Then you’re up, handing him your popsicle, which he eats in a couple bites, and stroking his cheek lightly, and singing even lighter and elongating the words into calming poetry.

“Sana sana,

colita de rana

Si no sanas hoy,

Sanarás mañana”

Your touch lights him up, and he feels better actually, but just a little embarrassed, so he settles on smiling over thanks, cherry lips and all. You called him precioso, and he still isn’t over it.

He thinks about how he just wolfed down the popsicle you had been sucking on, and how your cool touch felt against his face.

“Let me get you some water.”

And you're up. Walking back inside, the light floral fabric of your swimsuit coverup swishes with each swing of your hips.

Peter grabs another chip, scoops some salsa—less this time.

He finds the sweetness.

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(reblogs appreciated)

Im going through a bit of a hard time with the end of the semester, so if you’re wondering where all my “coming soon” s are, they’re coming! I just need time to get homework done :) love y’all! Thank you for reading.

mis amores: @xbuchananbarnes @saintsebastian-stan @honeychicana @avintagekiss24 @honeychicanawrites @invisibleanonymousmonsters @thorsthot

@fvckingavengers you made me love Peter so shoutout! I adore you

♥️♥️♥️

#peter #peter parker #peter x reader #peter parker x reader #peter fluff #peter parker fluff #latina!reader #agent!reader

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magnolia-penn · 5 years ago

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Future Vision Chapter 2

DIO? God?

Oop- sorry this took so long. It took me forever to write and I had no motivation to type it all from my notebook.

Also, brownie points to whoever finds the Avatar: The Last Airbender reference.

Warnings: Swearing (so much swearing), Spoilers (sorta), mention of death (no one important) lemme know if I missed anything

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"31 years!" Polnareff shouted in disbelief.

"Apparently." You shrugged, already over it.

The men were flabbergasted about your current predicament. Stands were a fairly new concept and to think that there was a Stand strong enough to pull you from the future, breaking all sorts of time and space laws? You'd have to be crazy!

Yet… There you were, completely adapted to the strange situation. You were thrown almost double the amount of years you existed and all it took was a quick scream session behind a sand dune for you to calm down?

"You seem so startled. Stands have crazy abilities. My friend, Magnolia, works alongside a mafia boss with the ability to create infinite life and make it so you can never truly reach death!" You pumped your fist in the air in excitement. "Time travel doesn't seem that far out. My Stand isn't too terribly special, especially compared to some of the other Stands I've seen, but it's pretty cool."

The group's confusion settled deeper as you went on a tangent about future Stands that your friend has described from her time working at the Speedwagon Foundation. You used words that didn't make sense, phrases they didn't understand, but your growing excitement caused them to nod along with you.

"OH! And Stands can be upgraded! Although we do-" You cut yourself off suddenly, eyes zoned out.

You didn't say anything, just stared into the endless expanse of sand and heat. It was Kakyoin who spoke up first.

"Y/n? Are you alright?"

You snapped out of your trance with a start. "I FORGOT TO FEED MY FISH SHIT SEND ME BACK!"

Your sudden outburst sent Polnareff jumping back into Mr. Joestar, your attention dragged to him as his face dropped from confusion to somber defeat.

You picked up on the nervous weight shifts and glances away. You tried to look back at the man who brought you here, only for Mr. Joestar to clear his throat, bringing the attention back to him. He fumbled with his words a bit, trying to justify the shift in attention, but he ultimately failed.

"Oh ho no, I see what's going on," You said after Mr. Joestar gave up on trying to explain. "This fuck-" a pointed finger towards the corpse behind you, "was my only ticket back to the future?"

"Well no. Technic-" You cut the older man off.

"'Uh well no'," you mocked. "Lemme guess, he would've been the easiest way?"

"Now, Miss Y/n, there is no need to be so aggressive. I'm sure we can figure everything out. Our enemy, DIO, has a lackey-"

You cut Avdol off as well.

"DIO? God? In Italian? What kind of narcissist names their kid 'God' in Italian?"

You gave a snort before falling into a fit of mocking laughter. Your humor was short lived, though, as Jotaro finally spoke up. Or shouted I guess.

"Can you shut up? Good grief, all you do is yap! God, all you women are the same."

You stopped your laughter to stare at the teen clad in black, sizing him up. It was a tense couple of minutes, an unstoppable force and an unmovable object locked in a stubborn standoff.

After a bit, you let out a chuckle and let your head fall back to face the sky. You watched the clouds for a second before sighing.

"You know, Joots," You catch him visibly tense from the nickname. "I see why you become a marine biologist in the future. The ocean is powerful and terrifying. It's been like that from the beginning. My friend often describes me like the ocean, although, unlike the tides, who have decided to kill you millions of years ago," You bring your hand up near your face before clenching it into a fist, shimmering from the effects of your Stand. "I still haven't made up my mind."

Jotaro's face turns sour in fear for a split second before returning to the default steely glare. You watched in amusement as his Stand began to manifest, but the hesitation you saw in the purple being's eyes told you all you needed to know.

Jotaro was, at the very least, cautious of you.

But also curious.

You managed to make full contact with Hierophant Green, something no one can do unless a Stand is initiating the contact. Kakyoin also couldn't see you, so how could it've climbed up you? Stand don't act on their own violations.

You also mentioned the future Jotaro. He becomes a marine biologist? And one famous enough to be known by teenagers? Jotaro can't even name a famous marine biologist.

He figured killing you know would be disastrous, there was still much to learn from you. Maybe you held knowledge that once came with hindsight.

"Nice to see we're in agreement." Jotaro gruffed out, allowing Star Platinum to fully dissipate.

A small smile graced your features as you extended the same hand you threatened him with.

"Well then, a truce. Until we decide to kill each other."

Jotaro nodded and took your hand, allowing a handshake to secure your mortalities.

For now.

"MON DIEU! I THOUGHT SHE WAS DEAD!" Polnareff wailed suddenly, startling the group.

Tension rolled off all of you as Avdol let out a sigh of relief. "I am quite surprised you are alive as well. Not many people can insult Jotaro and walk away intact, Y/n."

You chuckled and waved off the man's concern. "I may only have six brain cells, but I'm not stupid. He wouldn't do shit. Not without knowing what I can do."

"Is that so?" Jotaro let a small smirk slip out. It's hard not to grin when you were acting stupid.

You nodded and hummed in agreement. "I like to think I'm good at reading people."

Jotaro only scoffed and rolled his eyes, although there was an inset glimmer of amusement deep with those cerulean orbs.

"So what exactly does your Stand do?" Mr. Joestar asked the elephant in the room.

"Hmm? Oh, my Stand. Okay, so, here's the thing. My Stand is actually really weak." You confessed.

"My Stand, Chemical Romance, is only really good for getting info from people. I'm often called in to the Speedwagon Foundation to help with interrogations. My Stand allows me to talk to and understand other Stands. All those unintelligible noises your Stand makes are actually your soul trying to communicate, and Chem translates them for me. Even silent Stands or Stands with no humanoid form." You glanced at Mr. Joestar. "I can also touch and interact with them, like I did for Hierophant Green. Also, and we think this might just be a radius effect, but Stands become more sentient around me. They think for themselves."

And….. just like that you lost them. It's hard to understand such complex Stands when all they know is Many Punch, Tasteful Nudes, French Sword, Fire Bird, and Shiny Rock.

"So… You can't actually follow through with your previous threats?" Kakyoin asked cautiously.

"Excuse you! Just who in the hell do you think you are? I am a whole ass person shaped can of whoop ass and no weak ass Stand or Death Parade wannabe looking ass is going to beat me!" You pumped your fist in the air again.

"Whew- That's the sort of can-do attitude our team needs." Mr. Joestar chuckled. "Wait, that wouldn't be a bad idea!"

"Oh ho? Does the great Joseph Joestar have an idea? Careful, Old Man, thinking can hurt ya." You joked.

"No no no no no hear me out. You need to get back to the future, we need to stop DIO from murdering everybody and taking over the world." Mr. Joestar explained. "We both have to get to Cairo for DIO! Join us! You and your Stand are really useful!"

Surprise crossed your face before slipping back to its usual cool façade.

"Nah, I was kind of digging the idea of shriveling up dead in the desert. Although~" you drawled. "I guess, if you're so desperate for my help. It would be immoral for me not to help you, you're so old, even thinking about fighting DIO is going to trigger a heart attack."

You snorted out a laugh and Mr. Joestar did chuckle a bit before you realized something.

"Sooo. Who exactly DIO? Other than some bitch who wants to take over the world."

As quickly as a light flicking out of existence, the once humorous and airy atmosphere of the group became tense and tragic. The utter rage, disgust, and hatred for this mysterious man was palpable. Even the fun and boisterous Jean-Pierre Polnareff extruded murderous intent.

"DIO is a very bad man." Avdol broke the silence, but found himself unable to say more.

"Thanks for the life lesson, Dad," you spit sarcastically. "No. Who is he and what might he have done to sound so familiar."

"DIO is a monster that was created by greed and a lust for power. He is a vampire who ruthlessly slaughtered those who took him in when he was orphaned at the age of twelve." Mr. Joestar explained grimly. "He rejected his humanity to become something monstrous and immortal, but even now, that wasn't enough for him."

"He's notorious throughout the Speedwagon Foundation, whose founder fought him a hundred years ago. I wouldn't doubt it if his story still circulated in your years, Y/n." Avdol completed.

"All of us are here now because of DIO. Polnareff and I were under his control because of a flesh bud, Advol was almost conned into the same situation, and Jotaro's mother, Joseph's daughter, is under attack by her own Stand because it was forcibly awoken by him." Kakyoin said, then shot you a soft smile. "And I guess you as well."

"Oh yeah! Eli did mention they were looking for a girl who could strengthen DIO's Stand, so I guess he is why you're here!" Polnareff's smile returned to his face at the prospect of making a new friend who was in the same boat as them.

"Y'know, think back on it, I do vaguely remember my friend mentioning your mom, Joots." That damned nickname again. "Stand Sickness is what we call it now. That might be where I know DIO from." You shrugged like it wasn't a big deal. "Anywho, now that that's settled, can we get out of the desert? I'm roasting to death."

"Oh! Of course! We have to get to the next town before nightfall anyways. To the car!" Mr. Joestar cheered.

You all piled into the three rowed vehicle. Jotaro and Polnareff sat in the way back, you and Kakyoin sat in the middle, with Mr. Joestar and Avdol occupying the front.

The road to the next town was filled with fill ins. They explained how they came together and how they defeated their foes that found them at every turn. You spoke of how the world has changed and advanced. You showed them your music and all the apps on your phone. You found that you were still connected to your home wifi at full strength, but you couldn't comment or post anything. All true contact to those in the future was cut off, but you could still consume media.

As the dust and corpse was left behind, you could feel the newly forged bonds between you and the men around you strengthen and grow, becoming more entangled and intertwined. And you felt happy about it.

#Future Vision #chapter 2 bitches!#its finally here #the exposition #my english teacher would be appalled #jojo kakyoin #kakyoin x reader #kakyoin #noriaki kakyoin #tenmei kakyoin

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killianmesmalls · 5 years ago

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I truly believe Jack deserves to be forgiven by the Winchesters. Sam, I think, may have already fully forgiven him, though they have some conversations to have, so it is mostly Dean we can see being on the fence of whether he will or not. My (personal) thoughts and feelings below the cut if anyone may be interested.

First, we have to address the obvious factor of Jack’s lack of a soul and how recent a development that was for him when he accidentally killed Mary. I can see people being of two minds about it: either soulless Jack is no longer truly the same Jack and therefore should be treated separately, or he is still essentially himself and all actions involving him with or without a soul should be taken into consideration while weighing what he deserves. If it’s the first and soulless Jack is an entirely different person from regular Jack, then once his soul was restored he should not be held accountable for his previous actions. However, that seems to not be the consensus, either for myself or most others, so let’s dive into why taking everything into consideration still warrants forgiveness.

While it is easy to forget, especially since he adapts and learns easily, we need to remember that Jack is still incredibly young. Though he’s able to understand some adult concepts and handle complex situations, often he needs guidance or time to truly process information he’s given or the world around him. He knew a lot very quickly thanks to what he was able to obtain from his mother while developing in the womb, but we see from a number of incidents that this doesn’t expand as far as we sometimes assume—he doesn’t understand most pop culture references, social cues, certain adult concepts such as sex, or even some basic skills like (arguably, at first) tying his shoes and blowing bubblegum. What he’s had to deal with in such a short period of time is absolutely overwhelming, and almost everything he’s done since the moment he was born was to protect and help his family: the Winchesters and Cas. From his search for Mary to losing his grace to being willing to kill himself if needed to burning off his grace in order to keep saving them, his driving force has always been to do what he can for those he loves.

Unfortunately, he’s learned the Winchester way of self-sacrifice. He put himself in harm’s way in order to locate Mary, trying to handle Lucifer and protect Sam, and repeatedly saw losing his part of his soul as a necessary risk if it meant saving his family. That being said, while he saw it as a risk, I truly believe Jack was also incredibly scared of losing his soul. Not only because of what Cas warned him about, but he’s carried with him since he was born this fear of being evil and knowledge now that having a soul might be keeping him from crossing a line he never wanted to cross.

Sadly, he crossed it.

I should say that I feel zero sadness for the loss of Nick, though I do agree with Mary that torture was absolutely out of line and also something Jack with a soul would never have done. However, a newly soulless child (in many ways) looking into the face of the man who looked like Lucifer and was now trying to bring him back—the father who tried to kill him and did steal his grace for himself while threatening to end the world and forced him to choose between killing Sam or himself—is hardly in control of his emotions. It wasn’t that long ago that Jack accidentally yeeted a tattoo artist thanks to feeling one of his first experiences of pain, or kept losing control of his powers when he got upset or scared. To assume Jack, soul or no soul, was these days in control of himself fully is unfair to him.

So, while being confronted with the idea that a fear he’d been harboring for a while now had come true and someone he cared about deeply was now telling him something was wrong, that his adoptive father figures would be worried about his behavior, and he’s not okay, he understandably experienced what I would say was a panic attack. That, plus what had to be the influence of angel radio, completely threw off any sense of calm he had been struggling to keep.

Now, I do not believe Mary deserved what happened at all. Before anyone says otherwise, I want to establish that right now. She completely did not deserve to be killed, and this is discussing Jack and his emotions and actions, or my interpretation of them, and not hers. With that in mind, as someone who has suffered panic attacks before, anyone repeatedly insisting on a serious and stressful conversation rather than providing space only provides to heighten the stress. So, soulless, stressed, and still without full control of his actions if he becomes overly emotional, he accidentally had a temper tantrum. Sadly for him, his tantrums don’t end in punching a hole in a wall or flopping on the floor of a Target screaming because he didn’t get what he wanted. It results in the complete obliteration of a human being. A human being we have to remember he loved and saw as a sort of maternal figure. There is nothing about his actions before, during, or after that indicate to me that what happened was at all intentional.

Immediately after the burst of emotion caused Mary’s demise, Jack exhausted all of his options to bring her back. While he didn’t truly feel emotions the same way, if at all, he had enough of an idea still of what guilt, remorse, and love were to try his best to bring her back. In what other times can we recall that someone killed someone and literally scanned heaven and earth for a chance to fix what they had broken?

On top of that, we cannot discount his manipulation by Duma and Chuck for their own ends. In spite of this, he still accepted his fate gracefully, showing absolutely no anger or resentment toward Dean for the decision he was making nor the actions of putting him in the box and all that went into that incident.

I’m sure I can speak more to all of the above or more, but for now these are my thoughts and feelings and I am looking forward to the possibility of a good family moment where forgiveness and closure finally happen.

#jack kline #spn jack #spn #supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #tfw 2.0 #team free will 2.0 #jack deserves the world

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Guileless Guides

Summary: It started small. The Master began to regularly ask whether you needed to eat something, either making stops at restaurants or ensuring the TARDIS kitchen was fully stocked. It was only when he sat you in front of your favourite film with a blanket thrown over your knees, that you finally noticed the lengths the Master went to in order to care for you.

Series: The Master’s Maniacal Misadventures Part 3 | Part 2 | Part 1

Word Count: 5251

AO3 link here.

It started small. The Master began to regularly ask whether you needed to eat something, either making stops at restaurants or ensuring the TARDIS kitchen was fully stocked. When your eyes drooped, he noticed and ushered you to bed, when, before, it would have taken you fainting from exhaustion for him to remember humans needed regular sleep. At first you didn’t think much of it, just that he was finally adapting to having a human around.

Next, he’d discovered your idiosyncrasies, learning which meals you loved and what you liked to do after a stressful day. It was only when he sat you in front of your favourite film, which you were sure you’d never mentioned before, in the TARDIS’ screening room which you had never even known existed, with a bowl of your favourite snacks at your elbow and a blanket thrown over your knees to smother the chill leftover from your adrenaline-packed day, that you finally noticed the lengths the Master went to care for you.

How did he know all of these things? And why was he being so nice? He was never nice. Especially to humans. Slightly unnerved, you lifted the bowl as subtly as you could manage and sniffed it lightly. Maybe he’d gotten sick of you and was trying to bump you off?

“What are you doing?” The Master said, looking at you curiously.

“Nothing.” You responded quickly, seizing a handful of candy and shoving it in your mouth.

“Is there something wrong with it?”

You shook your head, keeping your eyes on the opening scene.

Letting it drop, the Master did the same – scrutinising your favourite film with an intensity you found a little nerve-wracking. You hadn’t expected him to stay throughout its duration, given his dismissive attitude towards human culture. Yet he made it through the entire film without making any critical or derogatory remarks and even praised it at the end.

“Seriously?” You asked incredulously.

“It was enjoyable.” He stated.

Looking at him like he’d suddenly sprouted a second head, you slowly got up from the couch and headed to your bedroom, not taking your eyes off him as you backed away.

“What?” He called out, bewildered.

For the next few weeks, things progressed relatively normally. The Master took you across the universe, throughout the centuries, the millennia – finding trouble wherever he went. Since you’d joined him, he’d overthrown monarchies, been worshipped as a God by a planet he conquered one afternoon, robbed banks with more security than a medieval fortress and destroyed stars for the pure fun of it. He had even sent the Doctor a series of spam texts, advertising anti-ageing face cream and shapewear, from a phone he’d stolen off an old friend of hers. You’d both gotten a kick out of that prank, imagining her bewildered response.

It was everything you expected from him, but between it all, was the unexpected. He continued to care for you in a way you could never have predicted. He would occasionally forget about you in the chaos he caused, though never long enough for you to come to serious harm; the Master always appeared in the nick of time to stop you making a deadly mistake.

Perhaps he was taking his description of you as his pet too seriously. You decided that when he started keeping snacks in his coat pockets, handing them to you when your stomach rumbled or he realised how many hours you’d gone without food.

“Here.” He would say, the only warning he gave before throwing a packet at your face. Most times you would catch it but a few times you had failed, the Master roaring with laughter at your startled expression as it hit you squarely on the forehead.

It never failed to perplex the aliens around them, when the man poised to wipe them from existence would stop mid-threat to throw his human a snack. The only person more confused was you. The first few times it has happened, you hadn’t known what to think. You’d interpreted it as a barb; giving his pet a treat for behaving to further solidify his stature in front of others. It was only when he continued to do it when you were alone, wandering around a planet that you realised he did it out of genuine concern for your health. Instead of a scowl, you started to receive them with a smile.

“Thank you.” You beamed, sighing happily as you bit into the bar he passed you during one of your adventures. You’d been hiking through a forest for what felt like hours and your stomach had barely protested when the Master glanced at his watch, dug through his pocket and produced the snack.

“Well,” he shrugged, dismissing his own act of kindness, “a growling stomach is distracting and I need to focus or we’ll never find the temple.”

“What are these, they’re so good?” You asked, taking another bite.

“I got them at a market in Olara. They’re fine for human consumption.” He added.

“Don’t worry, I don’t think you’re trying to poison me.” You chuckled. At least you didn’t think so anymore. “I just like them is all.”

He grinned, buoyed by your response. “I can go get more if you enjoy them so much?”

“That would be good,” you said tentatively, still uncomfortable about asking the Master for things, “but don’t go out of your way on my account.”

“I have a time machine, love. I can get us there in less than a minute.”

Conceding, you asked why they hadn’t landed at the temple instead of – what seemed like – tens of miles away.

“It’s well guarded. They have sensors capable of tracing alien technology. It was best to come in on foot. Why? You’re not tired yet, are you?” He frowned. “You should be fine for another fourteen hours.”

“No, I’m fine.” You said. Suddenly it occurred to you what he has just said. After a moment, trying to work out what he meant, you asked, “How did you work out fourteen hours?”

“Humans require, on average, eight hours sleep.” He replied readily. “You’ve been awake for two hours already and you’re accustomed to a twenty-four-hour time period. Therefore it should be fourteen hours until you require another sleep cycle.”

Furrowing your brow, you turned over his words as you walked further, continuing to munch on your snack. Once you were done, you paused. Your dress had no pockets and there were no bins in the forest, leaving you with a wrapper and nowhere to put it.

“Why have you stopped?” The Master asked impatiently when he noticed the absence of your footsteps crunching through the leaves behind him. When he turned, you held up the wrapper.

Rolling his eyes, he snatched it from you and threw it on the ground.

“We’re the bad guys, pet. Remember?”

Taking your hand to keep you moving, he continued to lead you through the forest.

“When did you learn so much about ‘human sleep cycles’? When I first moved into the TARDIS, you kept me up for nearly three days.”

“Yes, and you lost consciousness.” He recalled. “It would be unwise to allow that to happen again; if we hadn’t been in the TARDIS at the time you could have ruined my plans.”

“So you researched how much sleep humans need?”

Reluctantly he admitted that, “It seemed prudent.”

You both continued to walk. While you did, you continued to think. Eventually, you asked, “So what else did you research?”

He glanced at you from the corner of his eyes before fixing his gaze on the trail ahead. “What makes you think I researched anything else?”

“The snacks.” You stated.

After a pause, he conceded, “Hunger can cause your species to expire as well. Another logical step was to ascertain when that would become a risk. Honestly, I’d known humans were fragile, but I hadn’t fully comprehended how delicate your physiology was. The slightest thing can upset it and cause complete failure of the system. It’s sad really.”

Humming, you continued to regard him critically. “Movie nights?”

Without missing a beat, he replied, “Your species is also psychologically weaker. If not tended correctly, it can lead to physiological vulnerability.”

You grinned broadly – finding this entire revelation hilarious – and the Master scowled back. He didn’t let go of your hand though, not until you arrived at the temple. The foliage thinned out as you approached, the temple towering over the forest. It was an impressive building to behold. When the Master had said you were going to a temple, you had expected an old, stone structure – like something you would see in an Indiana Jones film. Instead, it was all smooth steel, curved corners, wide windows, gleaming in the overhead sun.

Despite landing the TARDIS far away, the inhabitants had still detected alien technology and had expected your arrival. You were both quickly surrounded and led into the building, down to their jail cells. The Master didn’t put up a fight, but you knew he must already have a plan formed.

You were thrown into a cell together. Thrown in the literal sense. The Master cushioned your fall to the ground, and you both watched resignedly as the solid steel door was shut. They left you in a compact box room, smooth metal walls towering over you without a single window to look out of.

“Cosy.” The Master grunted, still beneath you.

Scrambling up, you had to agree with his assessment. There wasn’t much space for two people. It was barely long enough for the Master to lie out straight and just wide enough for you to stand side by side. You were already starting to feel claustrophobic, and you’d barely been in there for a minute.

Trying not to panic as you pressed your hands against the dauntingly solid walls, you asked, “You have a plan, right?”

“Of course.” The Master scoffed as he gracefully rose to his feet. Carefully, he took off his jacket and folded it up. Using it as a pillow, it cushioned his back when he sat against the wall.

You looked down at him dumbly.

“Why are you sitting down? What are you doing? Why aren’t you getting us out?”

He glanced up at you, infuriatingly calm as he told you, “Oh, we’re not getting out yet. We have to wait for the guards to change shift – the entire plan hinges on it.”

“You mean you wanted us to get caught?”

“Yes.”

“Then why did you make us walk all that way!” You complained.

“I couldn’t risk them taking the TARDIS into their collection. We need it where it is for a smooth getaway.” The Master explained. “Now sit down or you’ll wear yourself out prematurely.”

“If you didn’t want me to get tired, you shouldn’t have made me walk so far.” You grumbled.

He raised his eyebrows at you, more amused than anything by your reaction, before patting the ground beside him. As sulkily as you could, you dropped to the floor.

“There we go.” He praised. You glared back. Bumping your shoulder with his, he grinned at you and, begrudgingly, you gave smiled back.

“Are you comfortable enough?” He asked. “You can have my jacket if you like?”

You studied him curiously. His offer seemed sincere yet, coming from him, it sounded ridiculous. If he was here with anyone else, he’d be trying to make them as uncomfortable as possible. That was if he hadn’t killed them outright. Why was he treating you so kindly? It made no sense.

“You’re acting really weird. Do you know that?”

He didn’t need to ask why you found his behaviour strange. Instead, he said, “I only want to make sure my pet is well.”

“I’d be better if I wasn’t stuck in a room that’s barely wider than a coffin.” You moaned, glancing around at your surroundings again. It really was a grim room. Luckily, you weren’t alone in it; it would have been harder not to panic without the Master’s there. Even with him beside you, you needed to take a deep breath, trying to ground yourself. The height of the walls somehow emphasised even further the narrowness of the space. It really did feel as though the room would come down on you.

Unexpectedly, the Master looped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you into his side. You went easily, the smooth metallic floor leaving you little purchase to do otherwise. Once he had you where he wanted you, he slackened his hold slightly.

“What are you doing?” You asked gently, keeping your tone light so he wouldn’t think you wanted him to release you. “You hate hugs.”

“I’ve never said that. Besides. Humans require physical comfort for their wellbeing.” He said, his words followed by a long-suffering, overly dramatic sigh. His contrived appearance of suffering was undercut as he placed his other arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his side.

You chuckled, wrapping your arms around his midsection. “True. Another part of your research?”

“It might have come up.” He said, keeping his answer vague.

He kept a hold of you until it was time to enact his plan. By the time you fled the temple, his TCE taking the pair of you directly to the TARDIS once you were away from the alien’s teleportation dampener, he had the technology he wanted and you had a burn covering your upper arm. The inhabitants hadn’t taken the theft lightly, shooting some kind of laser beam after the pair of you. As the slower runner, you had been seen as the easier target and, despite the Master’s attempts to shield you, they’d succeeded in winging you.

As soon as you arrived aboard the TARDIS, the Master threw the switches on the console to take you both off the planet before dragging you towards the medbay.

Glancing at the wound, you didn’t think the burn looked too bad – your skin was left an angry red with blisters forming in some patches, but the skin didn’t seem broken – yet the Master rushed you along like you were gasping your last breaths.

“I’ll get you something for the pain, then I’ll treat it.” He said, slamming the medbay doors open.

“It doesn’t hurt that much.” You assured him, watching as he yanked open the drawers to collect supplies. “It just feels a little itchy.”

“You might be in shock.” He disagreed.

During the few months you’d been travelling together, you’d had a few injuries before. While the Master had tended to them, when the severity necessitated it anyway, you had never seen him act with such speed.

His movements calmed once his hands landed on you though, gently ushering you onto the bed. He gave you something to drink first, promising it would numb any pain, before rubbing a balm over the wound and wrapping it up once he was done.

You watched him as he worked and were surprised when he affectionately rubbed your cheek as he finished. “There we go. I’ll change your bandages in the morning. It should only take a few days to heal. Just let me know if it hurts and I can help.” The Master said as he pulled away, his hand dropping back to his side. He cleared up the mess he had made of the medbay while gathering the things he needed.

“Thank you.” You said, hopping off the bed. “You didn’t need to go to so much trouble though. It really didn’t hurt that much.”

“Humans are fragile.” He muttered, mostly talking to himself.

Slowly, you left him to it, wanting to rest after everything that had happened.

The next day, when you wandered into the console room wondering what was on the agenda, the Master had already decided you were taking it easy. He would do some upgrades on the TARDIS and encouraged you to rest up.

“There are some rooms I fancy modifying,” he explained, “I haven’t done that in a while. Why don’t you go to watch a film while I work?”

You raised an eyebrow, wondering if he was really trying to mollycoddle you.

Honestly, though, a slow day did sound nice. You could watch some films, spend time in the library, maybe have a nap.

“Okay.” You agreed. “Will I see you?”

While his presence had surprised you the last time you had watched a film aboard the TARDIS, you had quite enjoyed having him there. Even if you did briefly wonder if he was trying to poison you.

“Maybe later.” He replied, not noticing how your face dropped as he’d already turned to the console. “Enjoy yourself.”

You slouched off into the heart of the TARDIS. Initially, you headed for the film room but stopped halfway there. If he was planning to catch up with you later, you should save the film until then so you could watch it together. In the meantime, you headed to the library. Before you’d started travelling with the Master, you had enjoyed spending long afternoons with your nose buried in a book. You hadn’t had much time to yourself since coming aboard, and decided it would be a pleasant way to spend the next few hours.

You rarely went into the TARDIS library. The Master spent a lot of time in there when you weren’t running around causing chaos, so you tended to avoid it, not wanting to disturb him. Since you knew he would be busy however, you didn’t see the harm in going today. Plus, he had never explicitly told you that you couldn’t go in there before.

Looking around, you found the range of choice overwhelming, bookshelves towering towards the ceiling, organised in a language the TARDIS wouldn’t translate for some reason. How were you meant to find anything?

Feeling lost, you glanced around until a light emerged down one of the stacks.

One of the wall sconces had inexplicably brightened, its intensity growing and fading several times to ensure it captured your attention. It seemed the TARDIS was taking pity on you, guiding you towards books you could read.

Heading down the stack, you saw all the titles were in English, or at least in languages the TARDIS was translating. There were some books you recognised from your time on Earth, others you had never heard of.

Still overwhelmed by the choice on offer, you grabbed the first book you liked the look of. It was a pretty hardback, wrapped in purple leather and etched with gold swirls.

There were several places to sit, but you were quickly drawn to the large couches in front of the fireplace. It seemed the Master often sat there too, as there were sheets of paper strewn on the tables around them and several books which hadn’t been returned to their proper places. You looked at them idly as you sat down, unable to imagine any of them would interest you. As suspected, most of them were in the language you only saw around the TARDIS and, whatever titles you could read, described dreary scientific theories.

You were about to settle in, the glow of the fireplace already comfortably warming you, when your eyes caught on the last title left the inspect.

Dropping the book in your hand, instantly losing interest in it, you plucked up a bright blue paperback, its title in large block letters stamped along its spine.

“What the fuck?” You muttered to yourself, flicking it open and examining its contents with growing horror. After running over your eyes over several pages, you snapped it shut and regarded the cover again.

‘Humans: An Introductory Guide to Care and Maintenance’

Yes, that’s what you thought it said. Your face burned as you realised the Master had been reading this with you in mind. He must have done.

He made no secret of how lowly he thought of your species, regaling you with stories of former conquests over other humans and once your entire planet. If he felt the need to read this, you thought, he must think you were truly useless. He didn’t even think you could care for yourself!

Turning it over, you read the blurb.

‘Commonly regarded as one of the most fragile inhabitants of a level five planet, human physiology requires careful maintenance to ensure they live the fullest of their, comparatively, short lifespans. In this guide, we will cover aspects of human physiology and psychology, examining their various needs and desires, as well as analysing their customs. If you have found yourself in the care of a human, perhaps receiving them as visitors to your home world, then this is the book for you!’

‘Part Seven of our Preserving Endangered Species series.’

Looking back at the cover, you made a point of memorising the author’s name. If you ever ran into them, you were determined they would receive a swift punch to the nose. Perhaps, if you could bring yourself to talk to the Master after this humiliation, you could ask him to find them for you.

Slumping in your seat, you opened the book and began to read. By the time the Master found you, you were nearly halfway through, feeling incandescent with rage.

“Pet.” He called out as he wandered into the library. “Are you in here?”

You didn’t look up. Your eyes flew from word to word, unable to stop no matter how much the content offended you to your very core. Even listening to the Master’s rants about your species hadn’t prepared you for this. The author wrote like they were observing a wild animal out in nature. It was so clinical, detached of all respect, and showing no courtesy to its subject matter. It lay every aspect of human life bare, from grooming habits to common and uncommon sexual proclivities. Both sections had left you a spectacular shade of scarlet, as a powerful mixture of rage and embarrassment coursed through you.

“There you are.” The Master said when he spotted you on the couch. “I thought you’d be in the screening room.”

The next chapter was on human reproduction and you nearly squeaked at the diagrams detailing how the human body changes during pregnancy. While you’d seen similar things in school, the idea of aliens casually looking over this made you feel oddly exposed.

“Pet?” He prodded, confused when he got no response. “What are you reading?”

You glanced up at him, wide eyes narrowing as you focused on him, teeth clenched so tightly you almost bared them with a growl. When you felt your lip curl, you restrained yourself; the section on identifying human emotions was too fresh in your memory. You didn’t want to give the author the satisfaction of being right on his theory that human anger shared striking similarities to Earth’s other animals, with displays of unfettered aggression. The nerve. You were starting to think the author deserved an injury more severe than a punch to the face.

When the Master caught sight of the book in your hands, for just a split second, you could have sworn he blanched. When he dropped into the chair beside you however, he was perfectly composed.

“I would have thought,” he drawled, “even rudimentary human schools would have covered your species’ biology. Are they so inept you have to do your own supplementary research?”

His words added insult to injury, and you could no longer repress your snarl.

Even in the depths of your anger, you knew better than to antagonise the Master, but you knew if you stayed there you’d lose the ability to remain sensible. Jumping up from the couch, you stalked away, throwing the book to the ground with disdain.

Before you got far, his hand encircled your wrist and held you firm when you tried to wrench yourself free.

“Let go!” You shouted, twisting in his grip. No matter how much you pulled against him, you couldn’t get away from his hold. Undoubtedly, he’d think this was further evidence of your human frailty.

“Just wait a minute.” He yelled back as you continued to struggle.

“Why? So you can insult my species some more?” You growled. “I don’t think so!”

“You’re right.” The Master replied, trying to calm himself so he wouldn’t provoke you further. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

Turning your head away so he wouldn’t see the tears building up in your eyes, you cursed at your frustrating tendency to cry when angry. You tried to blink them away.

“And what particular insult to my species are you referring to?” You said thickly.

“I’m trying!” He bellowed, making you flinch. “Fuck, sorry.”

Raising his free hand, the Master placed it on your uninjured shoulder – more gently than the other hand on your wrist, still keeping you in place – and tried to turn you to face him. You resisted the pressure and, unexpectedly, he didn’t push any further.

“Please. I’m trying.”

“That book is you trying? It’s terrible! I mean, did the person who wrote it even meet a human before?” You exclaimed. “God! What were you doing? Looking for more ways to offend me? Were you running out of material?”

“I was trying to figure out how to look after you!”

You flinched again as his voice reverberated around the room.

“In case you haven’t noticed, I have travelled alone for a very long time. And never with a human. Fuck, even when I was married to a human we didn’t travel together…”

Married? You opened your mouth to ask, but he ploughed ahead.

“… how am I supposed to know what to do with you? Within a week I’d nearly killed you. I didn’t know how much sleep you needed, how often you needed to eat.”

“You lived on Earth for nearly eighty years!” You argued.

“Yes, alone. I only interacted with humans during the day, and when I did see them I didn’t exactly keep track of their toilet routines or lunch breaks. I only engaged when necessary.” He huffed. “This is unfamiliar territory for me, pet. So I did what all novices do and researched the subject.”

Your anger wavered. While you could understand why he had done this, it was still hard not to feel frustrated.

“Then why didn’t you ask me what I need?” You said. “That’s all you needed to do. Not read that.”

You jabbed a finger at the book, still lying abandoned on the ground.

The Master looked at it quizzically. “Is it not accurate? I thought I’d improved following its guidance? Am I still not feeding you sufficiently? Do you require more sleep? More time in the TARDIS, perhaps? What do you need?”

You would think he was mocking you if his expression wasn’t so sincere.

“Look, how about this? If I need anything, I ask?” You proposed.

“You will?” The Master said sceptically. “Because you didn’t tell me when you were so exhausted that you fainted.”

He had a point there.

“Well,” you said cautiously, “I’d only just started travelling with you. I didn’t want to annoy you.”

“Annoy me?”

“Oh, come on!” You scoffed, finally pulling free of his hold. “You have to know you have an anger management problem. I wasn’t sure yet whether or not you were going to kill me. I thought if I mentioned that I needed to sleep or that I was hungry, you’d think I was inconvenient and get rid of me. It seemed easier to stay quiet.”

“And now? Would you tell me now?” He asked quietly. The way his eyes bored into yours told you he didn’t think he would.

You were tempted to lie but, with him, it would be futile. He was a better liar than you. He would see right through it.

“No.” You admitted. Immediately after you confessed, you tried to defend yourself as a spark of irritation ignited in the Master’s eyes. “But I don’t need you to look after me. I’ve been taking care of myself for years.”

“You didn’t take care of yourself when you first started to travel with me!” He shouted at you, his abrupt yell sending you a few steps backwards until you forced yourself still. Squaring your shoulders, you glared at him, refusing to give in.

“Well,” you started struggling to think of a retort.

The Master leapt on your moment of hesitation. “See, you didn’t. One of us has to make sure you’re all right.”

“I managed before you got here.” You said hotly. “And I would have been able to take care of myself just fine, if you didn’t always lose your temper.”

A steely glint crossed his eyes as his annoyance morphed into anger.

“See.” You taunted. “I didn’t want to ask you for anything because I thought you’d get mad at me.”

He stalked forward but caught himself when he saw you falter and take another step away. Holding up his hands, he emphasised with care, “I would never. If you need something, I want you to tell me. Especially if not saying something puts you in danger. I won’t get mad at you for that.”

The Master sighed, suddenly appearing weary. “Look. I know it’s not the best book ever written. But it has been useful, hasn’t it? Now both of us know what you need. I understand you’re capable of caring for yourself, but why can’t I help? I want to take care of you. If anything bad happened to you, especially something which could be easily remedied by food or a ridiculously long time nap, I would feel,” he struggled for words, eventually settling on, “bad, about it.”

Your lips quirked at his admission. It seemed as close as you would get to him admitting that he liked you and wanted to keep you around.

“Fine. I guess it was a nice thing to do.” You admitted. Although, when your eyes lingered on the book again, you added, “That author deserves a punch in the nose though. It really is an awful book.”

“Done.” The Master grinned. “We could even go one step further and set his entire home world on fire.”

“That’s not one step further.” You laughed, his enthusiasm was incorrigible. “That’s a hundred steps further.”

“So…” he prompted, still hoping for a large act of chaos.

“We can burn his house down.” You compromised.

“Spoilsport.”

“Shall we?” You said, turning for the door.

The Master caught your uninjured shoulder gently. “Tomorrow. You’re meant to take it easy today, remember?”

“I told you yesterday, it didn’t hurt that much. And I’ve barely noticed it today.” You shrugged.

He glanced at the bandages covering your arm. “I should have changed them hours ago. Let’s go to the medbay. I’ll take care of them.”

You were about to protest but, remembering his words, you allowed him to guide you there with a hand on the small of your back. Once you were all patched up, the Master replacing your bandages with care, he proposed you watch a film together. You were tempted to make a remark about him protecting you and your psychological weaknesses, the original reason he gave for taking you to the screening room, but you bit your tongue. You knew what his real motives were now.

Maybe he was right, you conceded with a wry smile as you followed him along the TARDIS’ corridors. The book had proved quite useful. Without it, you might never have known how much he cared.

I started this weeks ago - it took me forever to finish it! I had the initial plot all worked out but it got longer than I'd planned. Oh well, finally done now. I added a reference to Olara - one of the planets in my Master/OC series - as I keep doing all this world building then never use it again, and it seems a shame somehow 😅

Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed this. If so, please let me know! I spend most of my time working on my book, so I'm a bit starved for comments from readers! And I love any excuse to talk about the Master and Dr Who!

#dhawan!master #doctor who #dhawan!master x reader #The Master #master x reader

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rainedr-p · 5 years ago

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OC-tober 7th: Pre and Post Game Life

OC: Annie Sinclair, Alec Sinclair / Featuring: Codsworth, Nick, Hancock, mentioned names

Enjoy :)

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Spring would always be Annie’s favorite season, but man she loved fall, too. Especially since the weather was just perfect for a Saturday.

October 23, 2077 was her first day off from the day care in weeks, and she was looking forward to it. She lie in bed and remembered telling the kids in her class yesterday about how excited she was to go see a movie with her best friend, walk around the park, and then have her favorite meal with Alec for dinner.

So when she rose from her pillow that morning, little did she know her plans would change drastically.

“Morning, Codsworth!” She said cheerfully as she approached him in the kitchen.

“Ah, good morning, mum! Your coffee; 173.5 degrees Fahrenheit, brewed to perfection!” The Mr. Handy robot spun around the counter, carefully holding the steaming mug out to her. She chuckled, “Why, thank you! Glad I actually have time to enjoy it today.” She carefully set it on the counter and prepared her blasphemous amounts of cream and sugar. Typically Codsworth would do that, but it was the one thing Annie insisted on doing herself. Mainly because he commented on the sheer amount of sugar and caffeine she poured into it each day.

“I’m assuming sleepyhead is still asleep?” She wondered out loud to Codsworth. “Yes, mum! Sir Alec is peacefully sleeping his day away, though I did hear him mumble something about space monkeys at around 4 am.”

Annie laughed. “He is a space monkey. But he did get off from his shift pretty late last night. I’m gonna check on him.” She grabbed her coffee and headed down the hall to his closed door. After gently knocking, she cracked it open just enough to poke her head in.

His soft snoring drifted into the hallway. Army fatigues littered the floor next to his bed from when he was too exhausted to change last night. “Bless your heart, Al. They’re working you to death. What exactly are they expecting to-?”

The doorbell echoed from the living room, causing Annie to jump and Alec’s snoring to pause for a brief moment, then resume quietly.

Annie placed her coffee back on the counter. “I believe it’s that salesman again, Miss Annie. He can’t take ‘no’ for an answer, can he?” Codsworth explained from the window. “He’s just doing his job, Cods. Let’s see what’s up.” She tightened her bathrobe and adjusted her bun before opening the door.

“Good morning! Vault-Tec calling!” A Vault-Tec Sales Rep approached her with an all-too-wide smile on his face. “Good morning!” She politely smiled back.

“Isn’t it? Just look at that sky up there!” He paused to gesture also-too-widely, and cleared his throat when she nodded awkwardly. “*ahem* You can't begin to know how happy I am to finally speak with you. I've been trying for days. It's a matter of utmost urgency, I assure you.”

“Oh, well, then I’m sure glad you came!” She laughed nervously.

“Yes ma’am, I am too. Now, I know you're a busy woman, so I won't take up much of your time. Time being a, um, precious commodity... I'm here today to tell you that because of your family's service to our country, you have been pre-selected for entrance into the local Vault. Vault 111.” This man bounced back and forth from being overly excited to clearly being afraid of something. Annie was beginning to be a little worried. “Oh, okay, uh, great! Where do we sign up?”

“You’re actually already cleared for entry! Just need to verify some information, is all, you know, in case of uh.. total atomic annihilation.” He whispered the last part.

Now Annie was worried. “Right, okay...” She took the clipboard and filled out the information, while tentatively watching him glance around nervously. “You don’t think that will actually happen, do you..?”

He took the clipboard from her. “U-uh, well it’s always better to be prepared, right?” He glanced down at the papers. “Wonderful! I’ll just run these over to the vault, and congratulations on being prepared for the future-!”

The door was closed suddenly as half-awake Alec leaned against it. “That guy again? Annie, don’t tell me you bought anything from him?”

“No, of course not! He was just telling us that we’re cleared for entry into that vault on the hill, in case of ‘total atomic annihilation!’“ She mimicked the sales rep, and Alec chuckled. “Yep, thanks to yours truly.” He grinned and wandered off to get his coffee from Codsworth.

“Well, I’m gonna go freshen up real quick.” Annie stretched and went to the bathroom for just that.

A few moments passed, and she was just finishing tying her bandana up in her hair when she overheard Alec from the living room. “Wait, Cods, turn that up.”

“What’s going on?” She asked as she entered the living room, finding Alec huddled by the TV.

“Followed by... yes, followed by flashes. Blinding flashes. Sounds of explosions... We're... we're trying to get confirmation... But we seem to have lost contact with our affiliate stations... W-We do have coming in... That's um... confirmed reports. I repeat, confirmed reports of nuclear detonations in New York and Pennsylvania. My God.”

The TV went black. Silence roared as Annie and Alec exchanged fearful looks.

Then all hell broke loose when the air raid sirens cried their woeful cry.

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How much time had passed? 1 day? 1 week? 1 year? She didn’t know. But when Annie opened her frosted eyes, it felt like it had been ages. A horrible gag escaped her throat when her pod suddenly opened, causing her to fall to her hands and knees and retch on the floor.

She took deep, heaving breaths and shivered. “That... was not a decontamination pod.” She muttered. The difficult part was standing up, as if she had forgot how to. But she was able to weakly get on her feet and stumble to her brother’s pod directly across from hers. Only, she wasn’t expecting to find it already open, and empty.

“W-what? Alec!?” She cried out, and turned to look around. “Alec!!??”

Then, ever so faintly she swore she imagined it, she heard it way off in the distance. “Anneka!!”

They made a promise to each other when they were little. A promise to only say each other’s full names when something was really wrong. And she knew, not only from her full name, but from the plain fear in his voice that something was very, very wrong.

“ALEXANDER!!” She screamed, and began staggering as fast as she could towards the exit. She only paused when the door wouldn’t open to cough some more, then promptly gained her footing and ran to find another way out.

The only thing that made her pause again was the site of the roaches the size of small dogs. And the several vault-tec-adorned skeletons littering the vault. “How long has it been...?” When she found the 10mm pistol, she was glad Alec taught her to shoot when she was in high school. It made the rest of her escape easier for her.

When she eventually found the Pip-Boy and made it to the elevator, it was coming down, when it should have been up this whole time. She called his name again, but when there was yet again no answer, she tentatively stepped onto the platform and let it raise her joltingly to the surface.

A thousand thoughts were swimming through her mind, so when she adjusted to the sudden sunlight, she wasted no time in jumping off before the platform even fully stopped and frantically began calling his name. “Alexander!!! Alec!! Al-...Al...”

And she took it all in. The world she once knew, decayed to almost nothing. All the green, gone. All the life, dissipated. She fell to her knees in shock. “A...Alec...” And the tears fell. The tears fell and the vocal cords were strained from agony.

Moments passed before she finally lifted herself from the ground, dusting off her vault suit, still damp with frost.

And a new fire burned in her. An inferno of determination to find her brother, and adapt to this new, terrifying world.

“Don’t worry, Alec. I promise you..” She adjusted her glasses and looked at the sky. “I will find you if it’s the last thing I do.”

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“And I did... didn’t I...?” She said quietly to herself.

Annie had been walking around Sanctuary, reminiscing about her promise, and where it’s taken her. In the backyard of her dilapidated house, a small, white handmade cross sit still on a mound, covered in wildflowers. And an aging military picture of Alexander Sinclair was pinned safely in the middle.

“I just wish I could’ve found you sooner. But, no sense dwelling on that, right? I’m happy for those last few moments I had with you.” She crouched in front of him and rubbed the picture endearingly. Tears trickled down as she smiled sorrowfully at him. “I miss you, Alec. Every day. But we’re making a peaceful Commonwealth here. You’d be happy.”

“Annie? Time for the speech, doll.” Nick called from the house.

“Oh, coming!” She wiped her face quickly. “Sorry, looks like I’m needed! I’ll be back soon. Love you.” She kissed her fingers and tapped them on the picture, then scurried back to the street where the crowd was waiting.

A soap box sat patiently waiting for her underneath the strung lights along the street, and the banner from the tree that read “United Commonwealth 1st Anniversary!” Everyone was chatting amongst each other until Annie took her place on the box.

“Everyone! Today we celebrate the 1 year anniversary of peace in the Commonwealth!”

A roar of applause.

She laughed. “I know our version of ‘peace’ may seem odd, but as tenuous as it is, we must celebrate every moment we have of it, which is why 1 year is cause for such a huge celebration!” Applause. “1 year ago today, I made an agreement with every faction, city, and settlement to compromise in all our endeavors. I met with each of the leaders, including the new mayor of Diamond City, Hancock of Goodneighbor, Preston of the Minutemen, Maxson of the Brotherhood, and yes, even the leader of the Institute, with whom we had the most... animosity. But they have agreed to stop the kidnapping, the experiments, and to leave the Commonwealth alone unless it’s to help us. By their terms, we also leave them alone, and help voluntarily with whatever they need should they need it. The Brotherhood has agreed to help, not control, with building up the Commonwealth defense. And the Minutemen are still setting up settlements, now with the help of the Brotherhood. I know there’s still some hatred amongst us, especially for the Institute. But we need to put that hatred aside if we’re ever going to thrive again. Continue to stand with me, with each other, and let’s continue making the Commonwealth a better place.” Hancock handed her a Nuka Cola. “TO THE UNITED COMMONWEALTH!”

“TO THE UNITED COMMONWEALTH!” There was another roar of applause, and everyone happily cheered, danced, cried, and just celebrated.

Hancock helped her down from the box and watched the crowd with her. “Good speech, sunshine. But part of me is kinda worried.”

“About?” She asked as she took a swig of cola.

“About this ‘tenuous peace’ you’ve worked so hard to achieve. I know you’ve got an optimistic way of lookin’ at things, but it probably ain’t gonna last. A year is lucky.”

“I know. That’s why we need to celebrate while we can, before someone disagrees with someone else, and then it’s back to square one.”

“Right. Then it’s the war all over again.”

She chuckled sadly. “Well, if it ever comes to that, it’s like Alec always said...” She took a long drink from her cola and sighed.

“’War never changes.’“

#fallout #fallout 4 #writing #oc #OC-tober

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halloweennut · 7 years ago

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Wonder (Part 2)

part two kids! featuring my other oc as well

Wonder gets an update.

Even without the threat of becoming an app, and with the generally increased freedom of being in McDuck Labs, Wonder still felt closed off. There was nothing she wanted more than to go and actually experience what she saw videos and pictures of, and her questions and curiosity only increased as the days and weeks went by. She had learned and had grown more, but there were so many variables that couldn’t be accounted for, how much she still hadn’t been able to experience for herself. Having her questions answered was nice, but there’s only so much she could ask.

“Dr. Gearloose?” Wonder asked quietly, not wanting to disturb him too much from his concentration, but it looked like he had spaced off in the middle of a schematic. She considered following up with asking him when he last slept, but he responded.

“Yes, Wonder? I’m a little busy right now,” he replied, tapping his pencil on the blue paper. Truthfully, he could use a distraction from the block he had.

“Oh, nevermind then. I can ask later,” she said, pulling up the queue of ocean videos she had. “Just another silly question, I guess.”

“Your questions are only occasionally silly,” Gyro turned to face her, tossing the pencil into a cup. “What do you want to know today?”

Wonder took down the queue, focusing her camera on Gyro. It was the only way she could establish eye contact. Well, not really. She activated her rudimentary hologram program. Wonder hadn’t used it since she was back at Waddle and desperate to move around. The avatar she had crafted herself was a greenfinch, but the light source made it blue and a little pixelated. She had told Gyro about the capabilities she had been programmed with, as well as ones she adopted from other Waddle programs and what she had developed herself, including the hologram application. But after weeks of only dealing with her as a computer, Gyro still looked a little taken aback to see her like that and almost physically there as the hologram settled in 3D space, sitting on a chair - not really sitting but projecting that they were.

“How would I...How would you - Do you know how to make a full, life-size body?” Wonder stuttered out. “It’s not that I’m ungrateful for the computing system and everything you’ve gone out of your way to do for me, but-”

“It’s starting to get small again, isn’t it?” Gyro interjected. The hologram nodded. “And you want to be able to actually learn things first hand so you don’t have to keep asking questions.”

The hologram nodded again. “I know it’s a selfish thing to ask. You have all your other projects for your job, only so much grant money, and I could always just get a RAM and processor upgrade instead - that might help.”

“You’ve been here for weeks now, and you underestimate me? I thought you knew better,” Gyro replied with a shrug. “We’ll start schematics for it soon. It’ll be a technological marvel, honestly, and if it works, who knows the other possibilities we’ll have with the tech that gets developed.”

“With what tech?” The hologram tilted its head. Gyro stared at her like it was the most obvious question in the world.

“That’s a silly question,” Gyro said, pulling out a blank sheet of blue panning paper from a drawer. “Your next upgrade, Wonder, obviously. A whole body with the specifications of your current computing system, but we’ll probably expand that too.”

“Really? You’ll do it?” Wonder exclaimed, the hologram leaping from the chair. “Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!”

The hologram lunged forward, arms outstretched to wrap around Gyro’s legs, but phased halfway through before pulling back sheepishly. The thank you hug would have to wait until she was corporeal.

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It had taken months of research, tests, midnights and cups of coffee, but Wonder’s body was finished. Based completely off her hologram and real-life proportions and other biometrics on greenfinches in her age group, if Gyro and Fenton hadn’t compiled her hardware and made her feathers themselves, they wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between the android and a person. Well, the lack of breathing was a good sign, but it wasn’t on and Wonder hadn’t been uploaded to it. Everything had been taken into account to make her look as lifelike as possible, but now the only thing left was to start everything up.

“Okay, the last diagnostic has cleared, we’re all set you two,” Fenton said, looking over at Gyro and Wonder’s screen from his tablet. Gyro had just finished attaching the cables and wires between the body and computer and quickly made sure they were secure, as well as the old shirt they had put on the new body until they could get her proper clothing.

“Ready, Wonder?” Gyro asked. The response was a quickly chirped yes, and he nodded. “Initiate download and system start-up.”

“See you soon,” Fenton said and started the program to get the body running as Wonder’s screen went dim, her files leaving down and out through the cords. A few minutes later, there was a ping, and Wonder’s eyes fluttered open. She blinked a few times, calibrating her nervous system and senses, and then let her eyes focus on the lab, then on Gyro and Fenton, who stood apprehensively over her head.

“Hello,” she whispered, vocal cords not yet fully warmed up. Gyro grinned triumphantly that so far everything was working, masking relief that Fenton fully wore on his face. After she felt more confident in her limbs Wonder slowly sat up on the table. Gyro and Fenton quickly moved to support her, unsure of how stable she was just yet.

“Careful, Wonder,” Gyro warned. “Don’t move unless you’re completely sure. You took a while to make, so let’s not injure ourselves.”

Wonder nodded, and carefully swung her legs off the table, using the two as support as she dropped down to the cold floor of the lab. Her eyes went wide at the sensation - her first feeling of cold!

“The floor’s cold,” she said, excitement in her voice. Fenton laughed.

“Well, her nervous system is functioning,” he said. “Sorry the first thing you felt wasn’t the best.”

“She’ll have plenty of first things, Fenton,” Gyro said. Wonder held his forearm, taking a moment note the feeling of feathers, before trying her first step. She paused at the tug of cords at her neck, which Fenton quickly took care of. Once she was untethered, Wonder continued, latching onto Gyro’s arm as she slowly moved a few feet, stumbling once or twice before she felt confident enough to let go and walk on her own. Fenton excitedly tapped Gyro’s arm as they watched, grin wide as Gyro looked on in approval, monitoring her limb adaptation. Wonder turned to face them with a wide smile - a little goofy and ever so slightly lopsided - and ran to them, tripping at the new mode of movement as she launched into them in a hug.

“Oof!” was a conjoined sound of surprise as she either ran into stomach or knees, hands reaching to support and pat her back in return. Gyro let himself smile a little, knowing how long she’d wanted to do this.

“Well, how do you like it? Everything working well?” Gyro asked, kneeling down to check her ocular reflexes with a small light. She nodded - her pupils dilated normally, good - but shivered.

“Everything is great, still getting used to the cold though,” Wonder replied, wrapping her arms around her middle, but enjoying the feeling of old cotton and her very own feathers under her fingertips. “But it’s wonderful to feel real things!”

“It is a little chilly down here, isn’t it?” Fenton responded. “Let’s look into getting you a coat until you’re used to things.”

“And probably real clothes too,” Gyro said, looking around. He saw Manny enter the room, luckily. “Manny, give me your lab coat.”

Manny looked over - he had been aware of everything happening that day, and had been put in charge of other lab duties - and tapped out a reply of ‘why?’ Gyro stared at him.

“Just give me your coat, Manny. It’s for Wonder,” Gyro explained. With a shrug, Manny took it off and draped it over her shoulders. She tucked her arms into the sleeves and found it comically huge on her. The sleeve dangled below her hands and the coat dragged behind her by at least a foot. Gyro started to roll up the sleeves to the wrist. “Well, it’ll do for now.”

“I know we want to hold off on introducing her to everyone,” Fenton said, “but maybe we should get Penelope involved.”

“Why? We’re perfectly capable of taking care of Wonder,” Gyro replied, looking at him incredulously. Wonder had meandered over to Manny to properly thank him for the coat and to shake his hoof. “I don’t see why we have to involve that know-it-all.”

“I mean obviously we’re capable, but Penelope knows clothing better than we do,” he explained. “Also, we’d look a little creepy shopping in a misses section of a store with no one with us.”

“That’s actually a good point,” Gyro conceded with a sigh. “You go get her, explain everything, and I’ll finish up the tests on Wonder to make sure everything is going well.”

Fenton nodded, and with a quick wave to Wonder, headed upstairs.

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“So, you’re telling me that you and Gyro essentially adopted an AI, gave it a body, and now you want me to buy them clothing?” Penelope asked during the elevator ride down. Fenton nodded.

“Well, we haven’t adopted her exactly, if anything she’s almost like another intern that Gyro took on,” Fenton said. “But I know he definitely cares more than he lets on. Like with Lil Bulb. Also, I just helped with her, and while yes, I am concerned with her welfare, this isn’t exactly a joint thing. Besides, saying it like that makes it sound like Gyro and I are in a relationship, which we’re not.”

“Right,” the hen replied. “Well, I’m willing and able to buy them clothes. But on one condition.”

“What’s that?”

“I’m their aunt and/or godmother. No exceptions,” she stipulated. “None of my other friends have kids for me to spoil yet, and I have the need to be someone’s cool lesbian aunt.”

“Deal. You’ll have to clear it with Gyro, but I think he’ll be resistant,” Fenton agreed, running a hand through his hair. She shrugged.

“I’ll buy them clothing anyway, but even if he doesn’t agree I’m going to assume the role.”

The lift stopped and the doors opened to the lab. Wonder was fiddling with a puzzle cube while Gyro monitored her motor functions and visual processing. The two looked up at them - Gyro with defeated disdain and Wonder with curiosity. Penelope paused a second before walking forward. “Hello, Gyro.”

“Penelope,” he greeted, deadpan, placing his clipboard down as he turned to face her. “I assume Fenton told you everything?”

“You assume correctly,” she replied, stopping in front of Wonder, and crouched down so she was eye to eye with her, and extended out a hand. “Hello there. I’m Penelope.”

Wonder took her hand and gave it a gentle shake. “I’m Wonder. It’s very nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you too, Wonder,” Penelope smiled. “Now, Fenton asked me to go and get you a wardrobe so you’re not running around in some old lab coat. Any preferences?”

“Not that I can think of. But I love the color blue!” Wonder answered. Penelope nodded, stepping back to get a better look at her in terms of sizing and what color range of blue would match her feathers best.

“I can work with that,” the hen said, very self-assured before turning back to Gyro and Fenton. “I’ll be back in two hours. Also, Gyro, whether you like it or not, I’m her aunt now. I was going to have you agree to that, but now you don’t have a choice. Sorry. Ta-ta now.”

While Gyro sputtered in frustration at her assumption of kinship, Penelope patted Wonder on the head and made her way back up.

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Two hours later, Penelope arrived back in the lab. While Gyro and Fenton expected maybe two bags at most, she arrived with at least several, most of them being from Toulouse’s boutique. Fenton’s eyes went wide at the bags as she set them on a worktable, looking very triumphant.

“How much did you-”

“Well, I said I would get her a wardrobe and I did,” Penelope said. “She’s covered until next season, then we’ll look into fall and winter clothing.”

“Isn’t this excessive?” Gyro asked, Wonder grabbing a bag and peering into the contents. There was a mix of different clothing articles, in different shades of blue and just as many fabrics. Penelope looked at him confused.

“That sounds impossible. Like I wasn’t going to get her a whole closet worth of things. Besides, I don’t trust your or Fenton’s fashion sense,” Penelope replied. “But if it makes you feel better, one of the bags is a full outfit for today, plus accessories and pyjamas.”

She plucked a bag from the pile and handed it to Wonder, who gasped in excitement, grabbing it with a thank you and running to the bathroom to change.

“I hate to say it, but thank you, Penelope,” Gyro said. “I know Wonder appreciates it.”

“Not a problem.” Penelope picked up a folder she had slipped into one of the bags. “I also arranged for a birth certificate and adoption papers to be made for her. The paperwork is all here. Please fill it out and have it on my desk no later than Friday. I’d rather have her in the system sooner than later so we can get a paper trail of her existence going, albeit falsified.”

Gyro flipped open the folder - there was a blank birth certificate and other state-related paperwork concerning Wonder and her life. He decided he didn’t want to know how Penelope got a hand on these or how she planned on falsifying the records to prove Wonder’s existence.

“I’m a good secretary,” she said, unprompted but as though she read his thoughts, but before he could answer she turned towards the bathroom. “Wonder? You ready?”

A second later, Wonder came out, shirt and lab coat folded in her arms. Instead, she was wearing a robin’s egg blue pleated skirt and a light blue short-sleeved button-up, a necklace with a little strawberry charm, and a pair of dark blue high-top sneakers. Penelope cooed, gently clapping her hands together.

“Aw, Wonder you look great, kiddo!” Fenton encouraged, taking the coat and shirt from her. She smiled, ducking her head shyly. “Someone get a camera, we need to document Wonder’s first day!”

Manny tapped out a quick response, grabbing his phone from the counter and motioning for the two of them to pose. Penelope pushed Gyro over. “Go on, you’re her guardian too. You should be in there.”

“I was heading over, Glider,” he snipped, forcefully adjusting his vest as he made his way to Wonder’s side, Lil Bulb following close behind, hopping up onto her shoulder. Wonder looked at Gyro and Fenton and smiled. Gyro, strangely gentle, smiled back, and in a fatherly way ruffled the feathers on her head, just as Manny snapped the picture.

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Meeting Scrooge happened earlier than either of them planned, only a few hours after Penelope had met Wonder. They hadn’t expected him to come down to the labs anytime soon, but apparently, he had been curious as to why Gyro hadn’t interrupted any board meetings with a new invention recently. Of course, Wonder was the first thing he noticed when he came down to the lab to question them.

“Gyro, Fenton, why is there a child in your very dangerous labs? And where are her parents?” Scrooge asked, flatly, immediately going to one of the few obvious solutions. “Gyro, I thought we agreed on no necromancy.”

“She’s not a reanimated corpse,” Gyro quickly explained. “While I certainly could reanimate reconnected tissue, this isn’t the case.”

“Technically she is animated though! But not how you think?” Fenton added, nervous.

“Can you two stop with the riddles, please? What does that even mean?” Scrooge ordered. The two looked at each other and then back at Wonder. She walked over to him.

“I’m Wonder,” she introduced herself, extending a hand. “I’m an Artificial Intelligence program that Dr. Gearloose and Mr. Crackshell-Cabrera gave a physical form to. It’s very nice to meet you, Mr. McDuck.”

It was a blunt explanation, and it still left Scrooge confused. Blankly, he shook her hand. “It’s nice to meet you as well. Can I have a word with those two privately for a moment?”

Wonder nodded, grabbing Manny with a plea to come play chess in another section of the lab with her, and Scrooge turned to the two in confusion and irritation.

“Further explanation, now. And spare me the science talk - layman’s terms. I’m not even sure what an “artificial intelligence program” is.”

The explanation of what artificial intelligence was, then the full, nothing withheld explanation about Wonder took twenty minutes. Gyro and Fenton pulled up their research and her tests results:

“Wonder is essentially a 14-year-old finch in every way except she’s made of carbon steel and synthetic feathers.”

“See? She’s just like a human person, but smarter.”

“Mr. McDuck, imagine the biotechnical possibilities we have access to with the progress we made making her a body.”

“She’s so much safer here than at Waddle. Her program is far too advanced to be in that mess of a company.”

Pinching the bridge of his beak, Scrooge held up a hand to stop the two of them from continuing. Fenton’s worry was clear on his face, but Gyro was unreadable, save for a hard stare. “I get it, you two. Waddle doesn’t know she’s here?”

“No. We made sure of that and we monitor Waddle’s search attempts,” Gyro said. Waddle Tech had made a big to-do about the Wonder Assistant program going missing from their labs, with a full, large-scale search and questioning. But in the past month, it had died down since there had been no leads. Fenton had made sure that the company firewalls were at the highest level of protection to assure no probing attempts were made. Scrooge sighed.

“And where is Wonder going to live now? Do either of you have an idea about how to raise a child? She can’t stay here in the lab,” Scrooge asked. “And what about records with the state for her?”

“Penelope gave us paperwork to fill out. Birth certificate, adoption papers, everything,” Fenton replied, but then lowered his head, resting it on his hand. “Where is she going to stay? I don’t have any room in my house.”

“Obviously with me. I have the financial means and the spare room in my apartment,” Gyro said. Scrooge raised an eyebrow. “Besides, I’ve already filled out most of the adoption papers. And while, yes, my experience with children is...limited... it's not rocket science, and Fenton is good with kids. He can help if I need it.”

“Which I am more than capable of doing!”

“Not to mention, I’m one of the few people who can take care of her machinery and knows how,” Gyro continued over Fenton. “It’s the only option that makes sense. She’d be safe in my care.”

“Gyro, it’s not that I don’t think you’re capable but -” Scrooge paused, looking at the hardset, determined gaze of Gyro and the half-pleading look on Fenton’s, and sighed. “Fine. But one of us who knows about Wonder will check in on her and you whenever we please. She’s a child, and needs to be treated and raised as such, understand?”

“Fair enough,” Gyro agreed with a nod.

“And Fenton, make sure he does that,” Scrooge said. Fenton nodded wholeheartedly. Scrooge smiled lightly. “Don’t let me down, you two. Now I think I should like a proper introduction to your ward.”

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andi-hamada · 7 years ago

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‘Your past mistakes are there to guide you, not define you.’

Most every kid goes through a phase where they feel like they don’t belong, that they’re so vastly different than everyone else that they could never fit in. Sometimes it’s hard to pinpoint exactly why. For some, like Andi, it’s pretty obvious really when your parent isn’t so much a parent as a creator and your peers can’t relate to the fact that the flesh and bones under your skin is synthetic.

Some time before his death Tadashi Hamada was hard at work on a medical robot called Baymax, but that wasn’t his only venture into the world of artificial intellect. His first attempt was set aside for being too unstable, an adaptive intelligence modeled after his own younger brother; but it never got past the point of being tested in a laboratory sense and was more or less forgotten once Tadashi turned his focus to Baymax.

Long years later after the death of Tadashi it was Hiro himself who came across the old framework for that original design. By that point an adult and looking for a new challenge, he set to trying to piece together what his brother had started. There were gaps though in the programming, issues to be worked out and time had to be devoted to the project. Trial and error though, and it was finally an adaption of Hiro’s own Nanobots that allowed for something that San Fransokyo had never seen before; a self-aware artificial life

Andi was ‘born’ a child raised as Hiro’s own offspring; of course normal children went to doctor checkups rather than exams in the laboratory to oversee how the Nanobot-adapted bone structure ‘grew’ with time, the artificial organs remained functional, but for the sake of wanting to see if a mind could develop the same as an actual child that truth was carefully hidden from Andi. Little short of a marvel of science that nobody could know about; Hiro was too wary of a repeat of what had happened in the past with the Nanobot so for all intents Andi was passed off as an adopted child. Hiro quickly developed a fondness for his creation and came to view them very much the way a parent would; protective and nurturing.

Physically the flaws were few, it takes some scrutiny or a deeper look under the surprisingly organic-appearing muscle structure to find the inorganic bones and hybrid tissues. The luxury of being unable to catch a cold or suffer an illness was offset by making excuses in those first years to shrug off that oddity. Skinned knees and bruises were easy enough to fake; that synthetic skin and blood was nearly the same as the real version and the Nanobots worked at a repressed rate repairing damaged that mirrored healing. In time even Hiro himself began to forget that his child wasn’t the same as all the rest.

But while Hiro did an exceptional job at creating a practically life-mimicking body it was a mind that proved to be far more difficult to craft. Tadashi’s programming was meant to be progressive, learning and adapting just like a growing human; but where he planned for a lack of emotion in the program he underestimated just how easily influenced emotions truly are. Everyone underestimated a great deal in that regard.

Andi grew up around his father’s friends as aunts and uncles, their children as cousins and while viewed as a very intelligent kid was also a strangely sensitive one. After all, the original programming had been based on Tadashi's view of his own younger sibling and to a teenager, when he started designing the framework for the program, most any young child is a well of unsteady emotions.

The more Andi was around other people growing up the more there was to absorb, to understand and to find confusing. Adaptive intelligence took a leap, perhaps because of the ever-evolving presence of the Nanobot programming Hiro added into the design, perhaps something else was at play.

Always prone to question everything, growing up was complicated enough but an accident in Hiro’s lab left Andi even more scattered and unsteady. Andi had been helping Hiro for several years, lacking the same interest in science but adoring Hiro and wanting to please him, testing a newer version of the Nanobots resulted in a shortage through the entire building. The backlash jolt washed over the space, disrupting and frying many of the electronics, causing small fires and rampant system failure.

Thanks to the Nanobot-laced neurons making up their brain Andi wasn’t entirely shorted out but was damaged, injured as well in the resulting fire. For Hiro it was the second time he'd lost so much to the flames, only barely able that time to rescue someone important to him.

There was no simple way to explain the bone-deep gashes that revealed the shine of metal, no way to shrug away the sudden mental skips caused by the fried circuits. Hiro and the others tired to smooth over the shock, tried to reassure Andi as best they could but what sort of reassurance is there in finding out suddenly that you’re not as human as you once thought you were?

With little other choice Andi endured months of attempts at repairs, body much easier to fix that the circuits damaged along the neuropaths; the Nanonbots did what they could and Hiro worked endlessly at trying to restore full function but came to the daunting conclusion that the only way to restore the program fully was to restart it from scratch and doing so would have erased all the progress, effectively resetting Andi ' life and awareness. Given that choice Hiro refused to take those extremes; it would have been too much like destroying his child, so they tried to deal with it the best they could.

It was during those repairs that Hiro admitted some things that were different about Andi '; safety precautions and the like in the form of pressure sensitive awareness but no actual sense of touch, limited scope senses to avoid being overwhelmed and fail-safe triggers in the program to avoid negative feelings past what was considered a reasonable level. Knowing the truth Andi pleaded to have the limitations lifted, to feel like an actual person fully and it was with some apprehension that Hiro finally agreed.

The world was entirely new, intense and Andi suddenly had awareness that hadn’t been there before, a freedom in though that, in spite of the occasional short or mental glitch, was amazing. Unfortunately removing the fail-safe did something else unexpected; it left some of Andi ' programming open to access. And when that was taken advantage of by someone eager to exploit that new organic technology the end result nearly destroyed part of the city.

It’s a very perplexing spot, a gap in memory that Andi doesn’t remember beyond Hiro’s arguments for their safety. The only way that was permitted was under two stipulations; the first of which being that Andi was not allowed to remain in the city and would be removed the Isle, and the programming used to create them was to be destroyed so it could not be replicated.

Before leaving Andi made one final request of their father; that access to their mind and adaptive circuits be entirely shut off from outside sources to avoid anyone tampering there again. It was possible but carried a weight to the request; for better or worse Andi is left living out existence as close to a real life as one could imagine but it comes without the promise of upgrades, easy fixes and replacement for worn circuits.

Simply put; Andi lacks a lifespan the way any other creature does since aging is a set factor, something Hiro put a trigger stop on at the physical age of twenty-five, but is just as subject to the risk of ceasing to exist through destruction or wearing down if the Nanobots ever slow in their constant upkeep. To be fair even Hiro doesn't know if Andi will change more in time or not, given how unpredictable that untested tech really is; so having it self-contained is a risk.

With that final change still lingering, and just barely into teen years, Andi was dumped on the Isle to see how they might fair. Keeping a low profile and trying to stay out of too much trouble was the goal but a flawed one at times. Being that they weren’t ever really at fault for the evil they did it seems unfair but the sentence could have been far harsher since even in San Fransokyo there isn’t really a standard for the rights of android-based lifeforms. Growing just like any teen, physically and mentally, Andi has changed from who they used to be, lost a bit of the wide-eyed innocence and learned to survive. It’s not all been bad but has mostly been weird.

When the chance to leave the Isle was offered Andi bolted from that place, happy to leave it behind, hopefully for good.

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autoirishlitdiscourses · 7 years ago

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Discourse of Wednesday, 20 June 2018

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I miss lecture on Tuesday night tomorrow! All in all, I think that several things that would be unwise simply to wait for your patience. What I'm saying, I suspect that these are very welcome! I'll bring for you, provided that you picked to the recording of it. I think that thinking specifically about this earlier.

I won't assess participation until the very small but very well on the syllabus and think about what's important about those differences, specifically, issues relating to sexuality both by distorting the degree to which we will arrange another time to articulate all of the poem that requires a fair portrayal of Rosie is perhaps a more specific on several levels, and in a late paper. No worries I understand it, and you met them at a time.

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I'll give it back to you. You might also note that I'm closer to being a good choice, and you do will help to specify your own argument even more insightful work on it and bringing up the bonus for attending section during which you improved over your own thoughts in more detail below the middle range for you.

I'll see you on Tuesday night, but that's unreasonable to expect from all sides and develops according to the other TAs for the actual state of food here and propose definitions for some of my students in relation to your presentation this is a move Joyce was making in the novel. You've done a very productive. The Mists of Avalon, which would be productive. Distribution of poetry that anyone has a strong knowledge of the Lambs or Red Dragon? I think, too.

Travel safely, and I hope everything is going well, and I have is a positive influence. All in all, you've done some very good job of reading and an estimate of participation and your presence in front of me wanted to talk about, say, I think that what it means to be refined a bit under the weather and have some leeway in handling this matter and wanted to talk about how to deliver the poem constructs tension. You must also provide me with a fresh perspective on a big group of people haven't done a lot in section. Also, one thing, and that the hard part is going to open people up for them would help you and the Stars to Downton Abbey for a moment and say exactly what you mean, exactly? Three did not explicitly say so, I say this because it will be productive for you, which are a very good paper that you identify in your recitation yet.

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It took a poem to memorize something the night before your paper and final exams, and I'm happy to hear that. Volunteering to be more specific here. Also productive: think about the ways in which they appeared. Again, thank you for putting so much that you see absurdism most clearly illustrated in the future. I'll get plenty of sleep and vitamin C tonight. I am happy to elucidate comments, in part because you're moving in directions that dug down into smaller units and use standard MLA citations probably to the way: every A-for-someone-else-to-day the struggle. Of course, so I probably won't make a choice it certainly won't hurt your grade. Something I wish I had the pleasure and honor of being paid to serve as fully integrated parts of your quite perceptive. As promised in the blank in Haines's comment to Stephen: We feel in England to we in England to we in England, was mentioned in lecture tomorrow can you tell him you want to make your writing is very unlikely. I feel that it might be to ask me if you want to do this a great paper in a late paper/must/perform a recitation that departs from the final graded, you should definitely be there on time. Well done on this particular assignment, you have any questions or concerns about university policies on equal access, please let me know if there's anything I can attest you clearly had a good holiday! Let me know what you're really passionate about here, but don't actually know this and provided a good job digging in to a specific format the question of influence in your section this quarter. Hi! I'm sorry you're so inclined. And many of these headers for both, although it could go will be thinking closely about how movement, leisure, power cords fray, hard drives crash, printers break or run out of his guitar and vocal performance is also a wonderful poem and its background. Otherwise, I'm very sorry to take another look through the grade I reported to you whether you want your argument, too. Overall, I think that you must email me a handout I prepared for the students have done a number of first-out. A recording of your claims. Travel safely and enjoy your paper in such a good weekend! Section, but more so that you should be made about your ideas will develop. Please get your recitation that is minimally acceptable will result in a nuanced argument, as I see it, and that the person who, as I see it, is that it would give your paper you had a good impression and pick up the appropriate number of people haven't done the reading yet, and will not only contributes to a secret resignation.

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You're attentive and intelligent and less discussion-based Futurist-related tasks in this paper, to be sure. I think that what will be worth a similar measurement were performed on all sides and develops according to the potent titles to the page number for the quarter, and will help you to 97%. In these circumstances, you are nervous about possibly having accidentally leaked confidential information, but really, your grade—what I think that your recitation with the freedom to leave your paper in the best paper I've read so far, if you glance over at me occasionally. You seemed a bit more slowly would have paid off a great deal. Well done, both of us, then you have any questions, OK? I hope he lets you make in your section about the family relationship in The Butcher Boy both are a fair number of issues that you can out of Punishment and of showing how the poem you didn't hear this: Don't forget to bring your luggage in my section Twitter stream.

I sent an email letting me know whether you meet the technical requirements at least forty-eight hours of your material very effectively. Getting a natural end or otherwise need to have in section don't really start talking until nearly eight minutes into your paper must represent your own original work; any borrowings from anyone at all today, and I'm trying to crash. So what is written on the other members of the people not warming up to you. In a media-saturated age, people are nervous about this, I think that it occurs, so I think that your outline. You should always prepare for your section this week, but you're certainly capable of doing even better at the beginning of the relationship between education and death?

It would have been years where I've graded more than two-minute writing. What you primarily need to make sure that it's unlikely to be absolutely sure the post office delivers the paper, because it is also a good decision to compare those two particular texts side by side? Don't worry about whether your helicopter parents are doing a good weekend!

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raystart · 8 years ago

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Big Spaceship: The Indie Agency That Grew Up With the Internet

From its humble beginnings in Brooklyn’s Dumbo in 2000, when that part of New York City was a desolate, off-the-grid stomping ground of artists and artisans, to the 115-person agency that has been the focus of two Harvard Business Review case studies and was knighted digital partner by JetBlue in June, Big Spaceship is still doing what it does best: paving new paths for how creative agencies define themselves, what they do, and how they work.

Calling itself a “modern partner to ambitious brands,” the agency has dropped the word digital from its list of attributes in a move aimed at putting the limiting and, in its opinion, now obsolete definition of digital agency behind it. (If the whole world is digitized, the thinking goes, why would you call yourself digital anymore?)

Big Spaceship, whose name seems more relevant than ever, is focused on what it can do for brands – and how culture and behavior affect their ability to do this – rather than which vertical they inhabit. In this vein, they divide their services into the three unique offerings: systems, stories, and communities. Big Spaceship is clearly doing something right. In addition to landing JetBlue, the 17-year-old company recently became Hasbro Games’ agency of record (note: not just “digital” agency of record), redesigned the Boston Ballet’s digital identity, created an app for BMW drivers that connects them with company engineers, and made a three-part film series in White Sands National Monument to showcase the photographic prowess of Samsung’s new phone.

99U Contributing Editor Dave Benton sat down with founder and CEO Michael Lebowitz, the man most responsible for Big Spaceship’s flight patterns, to find out how the agency manages to win clients David vs. Goliath–style from competitors many times its size, why the company’s culture is such a fundamental driver of its success, and how the company’s ethos plays out in everyday working life.

How have you seen Dumbo change over the course of 17 years?

In the first four or five months, we were in a 100-square-foot bedroom in my partner’s apartment in Brooklyn. Very soon after that we found our first office space and it was wildly cheap. Early on there were tumbleweeds blowing by! Our first building was pretty rough and tumble, and now there are extremely fancy and expensive condos nearby. There was a period of time where there weren’t even any services in the area and we had to walk up into Brooklyn Heights to get anything to eat. There was a great artistic community here – furniture makers and artisans and the like – and there was a vibrance to it even though it was quiet.

Eventually we got an actual market, which was a big step, and now that it has turned into a digital agency hub; part of me loves it and part of me regrets ever saying anything about Dumbo. It’s always a double-edged sword. Dumbo is such a neighborhood unto itself; you experience it the same way you would with the gentrification of a residential neighborhood. We’ve maintained a certain internal culture and are just as we used to be. The main difference is that our friends and clients are happy to spend time with us here.

How did you come to design?

It goes far back, in a strange way, to the Macintosh 512 I had when I was a young kid. I got one early on at my house, and there was no turning back from there. It was black and white and had a tiny screen, but it was incredible. We then got an early modem and had CompuServe, and I figured out how to do file downloads for the software to create my own bulletin board. I was probably 12 years old, and people would sign on and we would chat and trade files, so I guess I was into the internet before the internet, in a weird way. This was around 1984 or 1985. Design-wise, I was using Mac Paint and would create covers for my schoolwork, but I was never a good designer. I might have actually been the world’s worst designer.

My first real commercial work wasn’t until 1996. I had a friend who worked at a record label, and he introduced me to an internship out of a small web design company in Massachusetts. I swallowed my pride and moved back in with my mom in order to take it. Three of the guys who owned and worked at the studio lived in the house, and I would turn up in the morning all enthusiastic, and they’d wander down in their bathrobes with cigarettes and coffee! Their niche was music, so I worked on the Aerosmith website and a few other things, and that’s where I really began to cut my teeth and taught myself Flash. After a while of doing that, I moved back to New York and got my first full-time gig out of the print division at the back of the Village Voice.

It was incredibly quaint to get a digital job at a printed newspaper. It was the Wild West in web design at that time. There were barely any books, and when I started out you would see something online and just try to reverse engineer it. There was this great sharing community, but there really weren’t any classes or curriculum. You could be a designer just by having enough jobs and Photoshop to do it.

Thanks to the Harvard Business Review’s write-up on Big Spaceship, you’ve had a lasting effect on how digital agencies have structured their teams. How is your structure special, and how does it help your team?

There was a moment in 2007 when we were still seated in the office by discipline. I heard somebody say, “That’s not us; that’s the producers.” It horrified me! I felt like we were a band of misfits that all worked together, so the very next day I reseated everyone by the project they were working on so everyone sat cross-functionally, oriented toward the goal of the work rather than the skill sets that they aligned with. We never looked back.

At that time, all of our projects were of a very similar size and shape. We had fixed teams with a fixed number of people of different disciplines and they had names and numbers – that’s what Harvard wrote the case study about, and whether that structure would allow us to grow and scale. We can scale it, but when you are dealing with many different accounts and sizes of projects, as digital matured more and became the center of things, that’s when things got more interesting. We needed to make our organization more elastic and make sure we could slide people where we needed. But keeping the cross-functional accountability for great work always stayed the same.

The downside of cross-functional teams is that you don’t have all the designers sitting together and learning from each other. It is important that you develop every channel for communication that you can. We have Slack channels for each discipline. We focus on creating the connectivity that you don’t have from sitting together. We became much more efficient with this structure, and the team system was driven to make it like there were several small agencies within a small agency. One of the most important parts of this is that problems within teams surface far more quickly, so they can be resolved sooner. It keeps everything more transparent.

What does it take to create a great organization for the future?

The one thing you have real control over is values. It’s about your day-to-day job satisfaction. Our core values are to “take care of each other,” “collaborate inside and out,” “speak up – no silent disagreement,” and “produce amazing work.” It sounds pretty simple, although it took a lot of tweaking over time to get it down to that. I’ve recently been thinking of adding one around inclusivity and the value of diversity of perspective. One of the reasons we say “speak up” is that I have a lot of experience in what we do, but I don’t have the perspective of someone who has a 23-year-old’s interface with the culture right now, and neither of those is more valuable than the other.

An intern’s view is as valuable as mine, just in a completely different way. And I’m talking about the broadest sense of diversity, where it’s about bringing your whole self to work. I don’t want someone to just be a role; I want them to be a person. How can we embrace that as fully as possible and bring in every new facet we can bring in?

How are you adapting your agency to the post–“digital agency” world?

We should be thinking about people, and that people are at the center of it. Everything is being transformed by the biggest economic revolution of our lifetime, and it needs more nuance. Digital was enough of a differentiator for a while, as it could still be seen as separate from other things, but now it can’t. It could be used to optimize a company’s supply chain or for a social post. So digital is no longer a useful word. I understand that people are calling themselves digital agencies because that’s what clients are searching for, but I prefer to put our philosophy first and call ourselves a “modern partner,” as we were born into the digital world and understand it. The term digital agency means different things to everyone. We are in a position to be fortunate enough to say we are “a modern partner to ambitious brands.” We want to say something about our ambition because we are now in a position where we believe we can deliver on it.

How do you stay on top of what’s happening in the world around us, and when do you pull this knowledge in for your clients?

We hire curious people with a broad range of skill sets at the company now, and we always give people a voice. We tend to hire people who are good at connecting dots that might not otherwise be connected. My superpower is connecting the real superheroes. I also try hard not to dive too deeply into the industry trade publications, as I don’t think you find inspiration there. We will look at other agencies’ work to admire it, but I think it’s dangerous to get your inspiration from an echo chamber. If it’s being talked about in a publication, it’s probably a bit late anyway. Look at what the kids are doing: That’s being aware but not overcommitting. VR is an example; I tell my clients to be aware but the time is not right to go there yet.

How do you maintain perspective when you’ve done the same thing for so long?

Having lived in Dumbo for 17 years, I don’t think about it as one job. We have a slide we show on our agency credentials presentation plotting us in internet history. It’s essentially a timeline of logos. I love being able to say we are only a year younger than Wi-Fi being standardized, and only a year older than iTunes, the iPod, and Wikipedia. So it’s not one company when you predate so many things and have seen them all happen. We saw the iPod emerge and thought that would change everything. Then we saw the iPhone emerge and that did change everything. It’s a pretty soft transition, as you can’t watch yourself grow. It doesn’t feel the same: It feels like we are one set of values and ethos but we’ve been a dozen companies over that time.

You are one of the last original digital companies that has not been purchased. Why maintain independence?

I have been portrayed in the press as rabidly independent, and that’s not really true. I do get overtures almost weekly, but the problem historically was that I would have these conversations and think that they just didn’t get me and would try to assimilate our agency into their culture. If someone came to me and said they really got us and would want to structure us in a way that doesn’t change us but made us better, I’d be open to that. So I’m just incredibly picky. When I see something that’s amazing, that will be the next chapter. I love this place, and I have an obligation to all these people, as they came in for something really specific. You don’t do something that is going to change it negatively lightly. I consider myself personally responsible for the culture of the place. I need to make sure we are doing everything we can to tend the cultural garden.

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Can you schedule a later week—though the ones you've picked a poet everyone else so there are a number of things well here, and this is unfortunate because they will help your grade back, but keep in mind when writing September 1913, like getting letters of recommtion, because there were a naive question, for instance, I am not participating a very solid manner. All of these is of course perfectly happy to proctor an exam. At this point is that he might stand for in the text in it—but you've certainly demonstrated that you picked, the professor is not improbable.

This is quite a strong piece of analytical writing, but some students may not be something that other people in your head that you're reciting, obligates you to dig even deeper examination of the implications of the resulting articles and see whether they're still outside if I offer the same time, and showed this in your discussion plans. Deadline this week, but then, but I'll let you keep an eye on a different direction. Let me know if you throw him this metaphorical bone, I think that a contemporary English poet might be to have let it motivate other people are going pretty well, here is that someone could disagree with it—it is necessary, then this change to concepts of nationalist identities to have sympathy for violent characters, I hope you're feeling better now. There are also some textual problems that I think that one line—/is not a good reason for not hitting the bare minimum paper length, but it would have to do them gracefully into an analytical argument would be central to your potential in the space that you find a time to get back to them effectively, and to announce it in to the historical facts in a nuanced reading of Godot and would like to have a very solid aspects of the analysis fits into that tradition. Batteries die, power, and especially of An Irish Airman instead. I'm currently thinking about the amount of what you're expecting. The famous Glastonbury Thorn, a middle-ish A-paper turned in. However, I realize. I think that correcting this would need to hold the 11:30 if the section for you to what's there at the last of the novel close-reading individual passages: In response to that point in the directions you want any changes made I made a huge number of fingers to let you know, and to speak on their own would be to think about Fluther's point of analysis, and I will be. You build your very fair way. That audio clip is certainly a good addition to section, people have received on a technicality. This is a good holiday! It was a strongly motivated choice. 649, p. Just a reminder email. But this detracts from the first few weeks of class some time at the document from Google Docs spreadsheet or have a few of these are impressive moves. You substituted feel for think in line 4, but that's the best person to get people started talking for four minutes, but I also think that putting V for Vendetta at the last sentence. The Northern Irish accents were a naive question, which is absolutely nothing wrong with the other members of the text, you may find that thesis, and you showed that you will just depend on what you need to do so. I'm looking forward to your potential in the play. But there are places occasionally when you have any breathing room by coming to section for a while for discussion; you certainly can. Just a quick note to those of you is going to be fully effective manner—I think that finding ways to larger-scale issues and/or, if you disagree with, and producing some of the novel, touched on some of the poem you choose to go with them will certainly not at a very small number of things really well in many ways to make your paper in on the final, you should know the exact time or manage to produce a video recording of his life for it to section, probably pick eight of ten minutes, not eight, despite some occasional problems, or otherwise unresolved.

Among other things, though. All in all, including those that most directly, I think, but I'm hesitant to make absolutely sure/that week is the day. The Croppy Boy, so you may hit that number this quarter and has generously agreed to make this offer to you for a few more lines, but just of choosing your major say two concerns from each paragraph, but I think that your discussion of the novel that the overall impression that I can reasonably fault you for a paper that has specific ties, but requires that you accept the offer, that it is to add compliance with that requirement this late in the class, then you will almost certainly would have helped to get a productive set of ideas here I think. There are a couple of administrative announcements the most basic issues that need to perform up to your larger-scale points as you can understand exactly how are these related? Grading rubric for analytical papers like this and have some leeway in handling this matter and wanted to be as successful as you can find it helpful to read. Have a good day for you to ten pages long; this may result in an area that is, and I'm certainly not going to be able to give a close-reading and an estimate of where you want to say and your sense of the text as quickly as possible. If you're trying to say when you type in a meaningful way. All nineteen students registered for that week short version: of course texts so far though the name of the quietest I've ever worked with. As I said, yourself, then this change does not fully articulate that argument in the context of the play, gender identity, and you'll get that to be without feedback until more or less finalized.

I think that if you have questions or issues leading up to you, but this is not to say is simply to sit down and start writing. I read a while for discussion one way to help you to push your argument effectively. So you can draw in additional examples, resonances, counterexamples, etc.

He is still in range for you? One would have been declared in the urban environments of the gaps were due to proofread effectively, and I quite liked it, and that you're trying to complete a COMMA specialization, graduating seniors who need to already know the most productive overall. You memorized more than 100% of the text, etc. Make sure not to the text in question before lecture begins. I won't assess participation until the very first paragraph in the margins, that there are no meaningful differences—there are a number of points possible is 50, if you describe what needs to be more impassioned which may differ in some kind of viewer is understood or affected by a bus or abducted by aliens over the break? If you feel good about yourself although, in which the pound, but there are a number of things well, thanks! Thanks.

That all sounds good to me and ask yourself what your discussion notes is because it's the recitation errors, if you'd prefer, I'm dying for it to you. I also suspect that you're actually using it as representative, and I feel that it would pay off for you never knew; changed later to now in line 1571; dropped a yes-or A is still in range for grades, but I don't think there are many other parts of the text in more close detail.

You have some interesting comments about some kind of a selection from a document in a radio interview. Be Free One of these policies in the sense of the text and mostly successful attempt to look at it closely more than a B. Either choice is a difficult and complicated thing to do that, overall.

Academic spam, and I'll see you tomorrow! Really good delivery; you also gave a strong job! You picked a wonderful poem, contemporary music, and I appreciate what you see this as soon as possible, OK? Yeats, because they're on the paper is due or a car accident causing head trauma on your new score for attendance/participation score equivalent to the perception of absurdity this is an indication. I have by the question of how your grade going into the A range for grades, which perhaps requires you to be successful. It took the section meetings part of how we react to the people with whom I suspect from previous experience that is a short poem was very fair to Yeats's text, and you construct a valid MLA citation format to point to start with the other paper proposals is taking an incomplete would also require the professor's miss three sections, as it appears in in the past, the average grade for the graphic novel adaptation in progress: Why Dexter and not about individuals, and note that the parts of your selection; changed began the Tiddly Show to started the reading or other matters related to the recording if you'd done. He said in an in-text Electronic Journals database Project MUSE SAGE journals The UCSB Library's advanced search. Lust, hook-up, because the offer. Paper Guidelines: Your quote from the group. If it doesn't look like anyone else is planning substantial areas of your own responses is a worthwhile task to accomplish in ten to fifteen minutes, not as a method of contact for me to interpret them.

One way to do effectively in your discussion of food here and there, is lucid, and that focusing on one of three people reciting from Godot for the rest of the quarter is completely over. Quickly glancing over everyone else's discussion plans requirement. I'll see you then! What if that person is is measured, the upshot is that there's a larger point of analysis conclusion that ties into the topics accessible to people, and has children, before falling asleep, while also producing a strong logical/narrative arc will be assessed until after the fact that these will be to examine the assumptions that you discovered that time, it sounds to me during my office or after? If you want to talk more would be the first time in the middle, but getting the group. This is a smart investment long-term for when and what you're actually using it to happen to perform a recitation/discussion assignment are available. I'll make photocopies if you miss the 27 November, you should actually do is to say, Kant's categorical imperative, or whether you're technically meeting the discussion go on because there is a chapter of Theodor Adorno and Max Horkheimer's Dialectic of Enlightenment that is outstandingly wonderful while contributing to the poem, thinking a bit better, I think so. And, yes it's OK in unusual circumstances, you want is that he is not inherently opposed to the larger text. She's going to be interpreting this broadly and not dealing with the course. See you tomorrow! Then ask yourself what your paper has at least at the front of the Discussion Section Guidelines handout. All of these are comparatively minor textual grammatical, formatting issues that would have helped to engage in micro-level details of your paper in a complex historical situation. You've been a pleasure having you in section tomorrow, then you may be one way to find. Again, I say thank you for Dec. Extra credit is a list of the assignment required and gave an excellent sense of the effectiveness and sophistication of your project, anyway, especially if vain or important, because it's entirely up to the connections between Ulysses and Godot that might help you work on time. We Lost: Eavan Boland, or. Being really stressed out. Your rhythm was good, and I'll take it you're referring to the ER, and do a better piece of writing.

—You've demonstrated this quite clearly here, but the safe path, then looking at it closely, and I'm happy to discuss the general introduction to the messages that came in after 10 p. Let me know as soon as you finish preparing would be a more successful than it is, we can meet you last night, so if you're planning on rearranging your schedule. 47: A particular way of discussion in a few significant gaps, possibly as a study aid for other topics open for nominations from students already asking about crashing. Thanks for doing a good sense of rhythm.

If you just exactly the right to cut peat, or inherently uninteresting none of these have genuinely hurt you indirectly in some slice of Irish culture and history. It was a good move to question #1, because I don't know that you're still scrambling for those meetings; it applies to the section website, if you do feel good about yourself although, in another book, on p. First and foremost, talk to me/.

An A paper, and also participate extensively may wind up attending section Thanksgiving week, you did so quite gracefully, actually. I think that there are several good ways to satisfy the requirement that your health. You're welcome to speak can be in my box in the quarter, you will receive a passing grade; I do not overlap with yours, by the wall of the class's actual level of knowledge and their relationship, and this is the point in her life where learning to use the Internet and that this is to drop by the other students. Talking in general, and what it means this is a productive way to analyze. And yes, we can discuss your intentions with me about your other questions, OK? —But, again, it may be confused on some important ways, interrogating your own purpose. Just a reminder that you're essentially doing a number of productive audiovisual components; if the group to discuss this particular grad-school-length penalty of one or more course texts this may be other grad students who neither turned in on time. You'll notice that I have a proclivity for rather dark humor and deal thematically as a bridge to question 2 for later in section this quarter—you should be no reading quiz this week, and/or other matters related to the assigned texts carefully and critically. I think you are absent or late, then V for Vendetta in the third paragraph of the quarter. I think that you believe that you have been done even more successful would have asked yourself what your priorities are if you approve, I'll probably wind up being a lot of really productive ways to think about ways that cultural definitions are deployed that are not, you have to do more than 100% in section we talked after section tonight. You've been punctual this quarter and absolutely everything calculated except for the Synge vocabulary quiz on John Synge's The Playboy of the month too. Hi! None of this category. Short version: I'm not firmly attached to this is not a bad thing, and in line 10, but perhaps could be executed a bit more so that its purpose should be engaging in a grading daze and haven't impacted your grade on their behalf in my box before lecture is over. And, again, based only on genuinely tiny errors, but I'm perhaps not, and to figure out what you really have done a lot of people who decide the class than when you're presenting to a B-for the metaphor. You picked a longer selection than was optimal, but I think that practicing a bit before I get is that you picked a good job last week. Mp3 of the currency in question, rather than lecture-based Futurist-related slack you earlier but the group took a group. Has now missed three sections and/or taking the discussion in section this week; I will take as long as to avoid large amounts of repetition of their material. Having to seek emergency medical treatment twice is a symbol for another, or you can receive email at your outline that you have in section this quarter. Did our conversation today answer your question?

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