#the answer is because I'm a freaking nerd

[mothfanatic]

Not for no reason it's because it's funny! All siblings annoy the other one from time to time! Once, Stanley took beef boullion cubes and shoved them into the shower head! I didn't become suspicious until I realized he had started to shower only at school. I smelled like beef for weeks. [Ford begins mixing the contents in the bowl]

I'm shaking in my boots over here! You're not going to hunt me down over some inferior version of your Ford. "Nothing else left in my life that matters" you don't care about this off brand freak either. You just met him! [Bill lifts "his" eyebrow the grin still present] ... YOU SHOULD BE! Bah! I'm a forgiving guy! Apology accepted! I'm not hurting the kid on purpose! I've just been getting a little too excited about having a physical body! This thing is deluxe! It's been so long since I could feel ANYTHING and pain is such a strong response to stimulus it's awesome! I was already planning on being gentler, so don't worry about Lil ol' Fordsy! [He holds out a hand] what do you say about being friends?

[Ford seems to be more embarrassed than before] That may be worse than having him be upset... that was not meant to be cute!! Science is the greatest thing to come out of mankind!! Every branch of it piques my interest in one way or another! And there's still so much we don't know! Scientists were my heroes growing up. I even have a framed photo of Nikola Tesla at my desk to help inspire me to work harder!! Don't tell Stanley that... I've been hiding it from him. Honesty is important to me as well! But it's hard to tell if someone is trying to deceive you [Ford chuckles]. That's why I enjoy math and science so much! Peer review ensures people tell them truth, and you can fact-check them yourself! and math always has a correct answer!

That friend sounds awful. If I ever see him.ill give him a piece of my mind on your behalf. It's vile to trick someone in such a way. You can tell me about the diagnosis! I am very open-minded! I won't judge or ridicule you!

He chickened out because he was flirting with a gril and didn't want her to think he was into "nerd crap". That man stands in the doorway watching Stat trek from afar because he refuses to admit he's into nerdy things!

Don't feel the need to cut yourself off. I am interested in what you have to say! I've been extremely caught up in all the negatives of human society I never actually stopped to consider all this good... It's an interesting take you have of the world. That people are just too tired to do the right thing sometimes and need others to pick up their slack. It's nice makes me feel a little less alone in this world

I'll be sure to keep questions about him to a minimum.

stanford and stanley pines,

i understand stanley has been staying in the house for a while! how has that been going? i hope well, i'd hate to have worsened things somehow.

ah, and stanford, i have contacted some friends recently, which has been nice! thank you for the advice. it feels... better. by a bit.

-tt

You haven't worsened anything!! It's ah, well.. truthfully, it's been rather nice.. [There's a laugh] he's still as irritating as ever but I... I missed him. I just hope things stay this way. I'm still mad but being alone again is a thought that keeps me up at night.

You have? Thank you for listening to me!! I'm so happy it helped you out even if just by a little. How have things been recently?

[youling-the-ghost]

Ok here's my theory as to what the three types of time fuckery meant in Murders in Space:

Time dilation

This one's pretty straightforward. It's the good ol' "travelling close to the speed of light causes the traveller to experience time at a slower rate" thing that some of us might've learned in high school. Not much to say about that.

Time dilution

The way Tom described it made it sound like time dilution is more extreme than time dilation, so I have two theories, either:

time dilution is just an extreme case of time dilation (i.e. what happens when you travel at a speed extremely close to the speed of light, such as 0.99c for example), or;

time dilution is what happens when you travel at the speed of light. Now, this is physically impossible in our world since travelling at light speed would require infinite energy, but let's just say that some crazy scifi shit allows this to happen.

Option 2 would mean that time dilution would cause the scientists to basically stop perceiving time. From their perspective, time intervals would be infinitely large and distances would be infinitely small,

But honestly, I'm the most unsure about this one. Time dilution seems similar enough to time dilation for AJ's scientist character to confuse them, but also option 1 seems kind of redundant? Since time dilation works in the same way when you're travelling at say 0.7c compared to 0.99c, so I'm more inclined to believe option 2.

Time penetration

Judging from how Mary seemingly teleported to the spacecraft, my guess is that time penetration is what happens when you travel at a speed faster than the speed of light. Again, this is physically impossible in our current world, but let's just say that Mary is a genius scientist who's able to break the laws of physics. This one actually makes a lot of sense considering these points:

Mary was able to teleport, which is what scientists have hypothesised would happen if one were to travel faster than light speed.

It would make sense why Mary spent so long trying to get to her husband. Literally breaking the laws of physics isn't a project that can be finished in a couple of months.

Also the whole "time penetration is impossible" thing because yeah...travelling faster than the speed of light is considered to be impossible.

So yeah, I'm actually pretty confident with this one.

BUT HEY, THAT'S JUST A THEORY! A SHOOT FROM THE HIP THEORY! Thanks for reading this incredibly self-indulgent post :]

[faggotryandtransjesterism]

the main problem is that i don't have an infinite amount of time so now i actually have to choose whether i want to spend the rest of my life as a lawyer, interpreter, field linguist, archivist, librarian, translator, medievalist, or editor. the second problem is that 'werewolf' is not an option

[strangersteddierthings]

Eddie blinks. Once. Twice. And a third time for good measure. The scene before him doesn't change. Steve Harrington stands off to the side of the lunch table, behind Jeff and Frankie who have both gone still as statues like they think if they don't move, King Steve won't see them.

"Uh, what?" Eddie finds himself saying, against his own will. He heard Harrington the first time, doesn't need or want him to repeat himself, but his disbelief seems to have won out against his grudge for all jocks and his indifference to Steve Harrington in particular.

Harrington's face pinches, like he's three seconds away from rolling his eyes. He doesn't do that, though, which Eddie will give him one brownie point for. "I asked if you had a minute to talk." Eddie's taking away his brownie point because Steve 'asks' in a way that sounds more like a demand.

Hearing the question and or demand a second time doesn't lower Eddie's hackles, but it does pique his curiosity. He drums his fingers atop his lunchbox, thinking it over. He wishes he could say he's pretending to think about it before he tells Harrington to fuck off, but the truth is he actually is thinking about it.

What could Harrington possibly have to say to him? They very much do not run in the same circles. Eddie only talks business at the picnic table past the edge of the woods out back and everyone who buys from him knows that. They share several classes, since they're both seniors, but everyone knows Eddie's on a track to not graduate (again) so he can't possibly be coming to discuss Mrs. Click's homework assignment.

"Sure. Should we go elsewhere or...?" Eddie trails off, lifting a hand to wave in a circle in Steve's direction, questioning.

Steve looks over his shoulder, back towards the side of the cafeteria taken up by the 'popular' crowd. When Steve turns his face back, he looks- well, kind of sad for a moment before it's smoothed over with indifference.

Interesting.

"No. It's probably good that the rest of your friends hear it anyway," Steve answers.

Jeff's eyebrows rise to his hairline, and Frankie frowns as his eyebrows raise at the same time, showing an expression of interest. Eddie's got no idea what Gareth's face is doing because Eddie can't see him unless he wants to turn his face away, but he's certain it's probably a glare of some sort.

Eddie leans back in his chair, wiggling like he's getting extra comfortable before he says, "Well, alright Harrington. Shoot."

"I'm graduating this year, so I just wanted to give you a heads up for next year. I tried to curb the bullying, but I know it still happened. So, since I'm not going to be here to watch out for that, you're gonna wanna up your," Steve gestures to all of Eddie, "everything."

He knew Steve curbed the bullying a bit, heard the confirmation of that last year from Jason Carver and Tommy Hagan, when he'd stepped in to save Gareth. Or rather, Gareth had come flying in to save him and then Eddie had to save Gareth- well, the details don't matter really.

"My everything?" Eddie asks, more confused than angry. He thinks he should be angry. Harrington has all but outright said he doesn't think Eddie's going to graduate with him, after all. But no. The main emotion now is confusion.

"Yeah. Your, y'know, freakinesss or whatever. Be more of it."

"Be more of a freak?" It's fascinating, that Harrington just keeps talking like he thinks anyone at this table care for his opinion.

"Yeah!" Harrington says, cheery like he thinks that Eddie's agreed with him somehow, complete with a stupid snap of his fingers that turns into a finger gun pointed at Eddie. "You've already got this like unapproachable mad dog kind of look about you, most of the JV team is already scared of you. Just like, up that a bit more and they'll probably steer clear of you and your friends." Then Harrington frowns deep, looking around the table of nerds and dorks before looking down at the top of Gareth's head to add, "well. Except probably curly here. No offense, but you seem an easy target."

"Fuck off," Gareth growls, because of everyone at the table, Gareth does have the most bite. (Most bark goes to Eddie himself). Eddie's more prone to run from a problem than engage in it, unlike Gareth, who he's had to pull off of a few people this year.

"Or not," Harrington retracts his previous statement and Eddie will grant the man another brownie point, which brings the total up to one.

"Good to know my reputation precedes me," Eddie grins, wild and a bit manic.

Harrington is unphased. "Yeah! Do that more. I think it really freaks Jason out and he's most likely to take the captain slot next year, so if you get him afraid of you, the rest of the team'll fall in line and leave you alone too. I think he's super religious, so like, lean into the satanic panic thing people are up in arms about and next year will be a breeze. And-"

Eddie lifts a hand, a motion for Harrington to stop talking. It surprised him a little that Harrington does. Even more interesting. "Stop me if I'm wrong here, Harrington, but are you suggesting that I become the bully?"

Harrington's mouth opens and closes a few times before his face pinches again. Instead of looking like he's going to roll his eyes and be bitchy, Harrington looks confused and then like he's deep in thought. An uncomfortable amount of awkward silence falls over there table, but it's just when Eddie's about to break that silence that Harrington finally speaks. "No. I'm saying just like, be you but bigger. Like, you don't even gotta look in the team's direction. If you're just more of a freak than you usually are, they'll steer clear without the bullying."

"You sure know how to compliment a guy," Eddie deadpans. He's not even upset that Steve's called him a freak. He's spent the majority of his high school career cultivating that outlook. He wasn't just a freak, he was The Freak.

Now a look crosses Harrington's face. One Eddie's not sure he's interpreting correctly. If he had to take a guess, he'd say the look was calculating, knowing, in a way that Eddie doesn't think Harrington could actually achieve. Then it's gone, replaced with the bitchy, eye-rolling look Eddie's used to seeing, and Harrington says, "I haven't said anything untrue."

Hmm. The most interesting thing yet. Eddie might not be graduating (again) but he's not dumb. He didn't survive this far in his life, with a father like his, without learning to read people. He wasn't as good as he wanted to be at reading people last year, but he's definitely good enough know to think that, maybe, just maybe, Harrington also knows a thing or two about cultivating a public perception. Making sure people only see a certain side of you.

"Alright," is what Eddie answers, "I'll take what you've said under advisement."

"Uh. Okay," Harrington says before he just walks away. Conversation over.

"Well," Jeff says, "that was strange."

"Very," Eddie agrees as he watches Harrington walk away, tracking him until the cafeteria door slams shut behind him when he exits.

Eddie has always wanted to up the ante, so to speak. Jump on a cafeteria table and rant about capitalism and organized sports. He never has before but next year seems like a great time to try.

[harunayuuka2060]

Savanaclaw students: Wait— Is that Yuurin?

Yuurin: *running laps*

Savanaclaw student A: *shouts* HEY!!! YUURIN!!!

Savanaclaw student A: HOW MANY LAPS ARE YOU DOING?!!

Yuurin: *signals with her hand that she's doing 50 laps*

Savanaclaw student A: Oh. Okay. That's not bad.

Leona: *sips his coffee* She meant last 50 laps.

Savanaclaw students: Eh?

Ruggie: Yuurin woke up at 4AM.

Leona: Yeah. The lady already finished 100 laps.

Savanaclaw students: ...

Savanaclaw student B: HEY, YUURIN!!! TAKE SOME WATER BREAK!!!

Savanaclaw students: YUURIIIIIIN!!!

Leona: You don't feel sleepy at all after running like that?

Yuurin: No. Actually, I feel wide awake.

Leona: ...

Leona: You remind me of an Arctic tern.

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: I don't think that animal suits me.

Leona: It does. Here. I bought you a hairpin that looks like one.

Yuurin: ...

Leona: This will look good on your hair.

Yuurin: ...

Leona: You didn't need to send a photo to your parents, did you?

Yuurin: No.

Leona: That's good. *clips the hairpin on her*

Yuurin: ...Thank you, housewarden.

Leona: You're too formal. Just call me by my name.

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: Leona-senpai.

Leona: *ruffles her hair*

Yuurin: *her hair gets messy*

Leona: Shit— Let me fix that.

Other first-years: *staring at MC because of her bird hairpin*

Ace: *teasing smirk* That looks good on you, bro.

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: Thanks.

Ace: ...That's not what I—

Yuurin: *ignores him and focuses on class*

Professor Trein: Yuu, can you answer this question?

Yuurin: Yes, professor. *then proceeds to answer the question correctly*

Professor Trein: *smiles in satisfaction* You didn't forget any details. Great job, Yuu.

Yuurin: Thank you, Professor.

Ace: *mutters* Nerd.

Deuce: Dude, what?

Ace: What? He reminds me of Housewarden Riddle!

Yuurin: *looking at him*

Ace: ...

Professor Trein: Yuu? Is there something wrong?

Yuurin: Nothing, professor. *sits back down*

Akihiko — You look great with your hairpin, Yuurin.​ (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠)

Yuurin — Thanks, Aki. How's your health?

Akihiko — It's great. I haven't been sick for a week now. ​(⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)

Yuurin: *smiles*

Ace: *approaches her* Yo! *smirks* You were textin' your girlfriend?

Yuurin: *her face turned serious* No. It's my brother.

Ace: Eh? *stands next to her* You enjoy talking with your brother?

Yuurin: Yes. Is there a problem?

Ace: Whoa— You don't have to look at me like that.

Yuurin: ...

Ace: Anyway, who gave you that hairpin?

Yuurin: ...My housewarden.

Ace: ...

Ace: You're just new here and you're being bullied? *clicks his tongue*

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: No one's bullying me.

Ace: You must be naive then.

Ace: No decent guy would think that receiving a cute hairpin is a good thing.

Ace: What you're experiencing is lowkey bullying— Hey! Where are you going?!

Yuurin: *has already walked away from him*

Ace: Hey! I'm still talking to you! Hey!!!

Jack: What? ACE SAID THAT?

Yuurin: Hm.

Jack: ...

Jack: Well, does it make you want to take off the hairpin Leona-senpai has given you?

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: I don't want to take it off, but at the same time, I don't want anyone to think that Leona-senpai is bullying me.

Jack: ...

Jack: Well, I can wear hairpins too.

Jack: So we're matching.

Yuurin: ...

Jack: ...

Yuurin: Won't that cause an even bigger misunderstanding?

Jack: ...

Jack: You think?

Yuurin: Yes.

Leona: That's not a problem. I'll start wearing hairpins too.

Yuurin: ...

Leona: Oi, Ruggie! Buy every freaking hairpins from Sam!

Ruggie: Sure. You want the cute ones?

Leona: Yeah. The cuter the better, that little shit. (referring to Ace)

Yuurin: ...

[1999hiru]

nerd abby & mean reader … stay with me now

i'm staying with you ... completely with you forever actually ... thank you so much for your service this is absolutely toe curling (,,>﹏<,,) enjoy guys :3 <333 i love u everyone i hope you're all having a good day/night & stay safe !!!!!

this is a top/sub! abby x bottom/dom! reader ... not for everyone but i personally think it's so sexy ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

cw. nerd! abby, mean! reader, spitting, fingering

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nerd! abby's first few years of academics were endless days of unjustified bullying and teasing from the rest of her peers. she had grown accustomed to people making fun of her, building immunity to the various remarks they'd whisper to each other as she walked down the hall. "wow, weird outfit, huh?" "doesn't she know contacts exist now?" it's not like she did anything wrong, or bad, she was just... nerdy. big glasses and freckles on her cheeks, hair always tied into a neat braid. it didn't help her case much either when her build was completely different from the rest of the girls in her year. she was bigger, stronger. she had more muscle than the average girl.

of course — the harassment died down after another few years. when you don't pay attention to someone throwing a milk carton at your head and calling you a "freak," they lose interest quickly. her classmates eventually found another unfortunate soul to pick on for their entertainment, leaving her to be forgotten. abby's best case scenario.

but there was one certain person that never left her alone. nagged her for the entire time she's been there. you, who's much smaller, popular with everyone and classified as the basic outgoing pretty girl. you were there when everyone else was picking on her relentlessly, the only difference being that you stayed. persisted, finding joy in making her life miserable. you forced her to write your essays, give you the answers for the weekly homework your professor assigned. if she didn't...

you threatened to show everyone how depraved she truly was.

abby anderson. the quiet nerd who was at the top of every subject, spent her summers doing volunteer work with various animals and found excitement in biology and all things science that were nonetheless extremely difficult and boring to others who weren't her. yes, abby anderson, who lets you pick on her because she'd rather be seen as a nerd than a slut. abby anderson who cums in her pants while she eats you out, dripping all over herself when you call her a stupid mutt. who likes when you stare at her while she's in between your legs, hearing the obscene sound of her slurping and moaning into your cunt while you record her from above.

you like telling abby that you're going to post it everywhere. something inside of you is filled with a sick sense of satisfaction when you see the look on her face, the fear. it turns you on a little bit, knowing you have this much power over her. it's your secret. you're the only one who's allowed to mess with her like this, so you keep a password on your photo album dedicated to your time with abby. of course, you'd never post it. these belong to you. hundreds of pictures and videos of her knelt down in front of you, the dumb look on her face when she gets off just from making you cum.

that's why she takes your cruel words. why you haven't moved on from bullying her. unbeknownst to everyone in your class, they think you pick on her because it's still fun — not because your guilty pleasure is watching her, her twitches and squirms when you make fun of her as she grips and sucks on your nipples like she's dying of thirst. it's not like you'd ever admit to abby that you like it either, even though it always seems to be you that's shoving her into an empty classroom, pressing her against a shelf and kissing her so hard you're both out of breath by the end of it.

so, when abby walks by you and your friends, it's not long before you're walking up to her. you look up at her as she adjusts the frames on her face, a small hint of pink on both her freckled cheeks.

"anderson, you finished my work yet? it's due tomorrow."

abby gulps, looking at everything but you before answering. no, she has not, she was completely swamped with her own work. finals were coming up and she had a million things to study for, alongside her countless essays piling up. she completely forgot about your pile of work and only remembered as soon as she saw a glimpse of you in the morning, her stomach turning.

"uh, not yet.. i'm sorry." abby isn't looking at you, and you find it a little cute that she's so scared of you.

"are you fucking serious? you're good for one thing, can't even do it." you spat, scoffing as you turn away from her. she flinches when you turn back around to face her, your eyes tell her that she's completely in for it later. you stare up at her for a few seconds, just to watch her nervously bite at her lip, before you stand on the tip of your toes, leaning into her ear, "guess you know what that means right?"

it's not long before the both of you are situated in yet another empty classroom. most of the students and professors are gone, leaving you two in the quietness of the building. you're sat on one of the desks with your skirt pulled up, abby standing in between you once again.

"hmm, too bad you didn't do what you were told. might've been nicer to you if you had." you pout at her, watching as her eyes shift from your glistening pussy to your face. it's obvious she wants it as bad as you do, she's aching for it. her hands are at her sides, balled into fists — you giggle in her face, moving one of your hands to her jaw and bringing her face close. not too close that you're breathing each other's air, but close enough that you can see all the dots across her face properly. you take in her expression before collecting a glob of spit in your mouth, spitting on her face. she flinches when it hits, your saliva splattering across her mouth and to the tip of her nose.

"lick it." you smile, abby's tongue poking out of her mouth immediately. she runs it over where she can reach, tasting you on her tongue.

"wow..." you laugh, "you actually listened. not surprised though, a slut like you would do that and more." you push at her leg with your shoe, watching as abby pulls away from you. you take one of her hands and place it on your inner thigh, slowly trailing it towards your waiting heat. she whimpers a little when she feels how wet you are, slick covering the tips of her fingers. "i want you to fuck me, hard, make me come," your words take up the quiet room, the sound of abby's breaths with it. "if you don't.. i'll make sure everyone knows what you really like doing." abby feels her stomach warm.

abby runs her fingers along your slit, rubbing it up and down and spreading your wetness across your pussy. your breath hitches when her fingers brush over your clit, teasing, running it in slow circles while the other rubs at your entrance. she looks at you before pushing a finger into your cunt, watching as your thighs twitch in response. abby's fingers are thick, a stretch that takes a little getting used to, but she thrusts it in and out at a steady pace — small moans spilling from your lips. you smile watching abby so focused on your pussy, her eyes completely glued on the way her fingers slide in and out so easily. "i said hard, anderson. can't do what i asked, can't fuck me properly either. you're useless."

a whimper leaves her lips at your degrading words. she feels absolutely humiliated, and yet, she's ruining her underwear with how wet she's getting. you raise a brow at the sound she makes, "you're really fucking weird, you know that? getting turned on like some s-shit, ah, freak.." abby pushes in another finger, your breath shaky at the new stretch. she's thrusting in even faster, pulling gasps and moans out of you. she moves closer to you, her lips practically touching yours. you feel yourself clamping down on her fingers when you see her observing you so intently, her eyes flickering from your lips and back up to your eyes. "hah... what? you look like you're enjoying this a little too much for someone, ah.. fuck, who isn't getting any.."

"you like this too, don't you?" you can barely hear abby's voice as she curls her fingers, hitting that sweet spot inside of you with precision. you gasp when you feel it, her fingers continuously abusing that spongy spot. your hands grip at her shoulders tightly, fingernails digging into her clothes as she finger fucks you at an even faster pace than before. you can both hear the plap! plap! plap! of her fingers against your cunt, digging deeper and deeper inside of you. "fuck, ah, who would have thought? fuckin' nerd like you.. you're talking back now?"

you're nearing your climax when abby uses her free hand to rub at your clit, the sudden sensitivity mixing in with the pleasure inside of you. it feels like you're gushing everywhere, on abby's fingers, the desk, dripping onto the floor. you buck your hips as she continues rubbing at it while she fucks you, not slow and steady anymore, fast, rough — exactly what you had asked for. abby doesn't let up. "admit it, say it.. tell me you like this as much as i do." your pussy throbs at the sound of her desperate voice, the pit of your stomach boiling up.

"fuck you, i don't... ah, abby.."

abby smiles hearing her name come from your mouth, sweet and airy. anderson this, anderson that. you've never said her first name. and that's all she needs to know that you do want this as much as she does, pulling her fingers out all the way before thrusting it in harshly into your dripping cunt. fireworks explode behind your eyelids when she presses against that spot again, a scream ripping from your throat. you're twitching violently, thighs vibrating against the desk you sat on. abby fucks you through your orgasm, returning to the gentleness she held initially. your head falls onto abby's shoulder, your breaths heavy. you pull away from her after catching your breath, you glare.

"i don't wanna see your stupid... face for a while, you hear me?"

abby nods with a grin, bringing her slick covered fingers up to her mouth and licking it clean.

yeah, it's a mutual benefit.

[heartfullofleeches]

Vendetta [Magical Boy Yan] with a magical Scientist Reader who experiments on the monsters they fight and is generally just one of the worst magical people to stumble across. It's a mystery as to why Reader does what they do - they hardly have any compassion for their fellow humans and laughs at the ridiculous idea they're performing these experiments to turn these creatures back into humans. The ones that used to be humans that is. They've crafted weapons and armor from the skin and meat of their enemies, but they grown old of their toys before long. Many have asked. The answer remains the same.

"Why do I do this?.... Because it's fun I don't know what else you want me to tell you."

Vendetta swears he hears wedding bells- A ruthless, coal hearted scientist with zero regard for how the public views them who also happens to have a sadistic streak? Where has Reader been all his life? Drags monsters and crooks alike to Reader's doorstep in exchange for a reward - Money doesn't mean shit to Vendetta when he could have front row tickets to Reader's next surgery. I see Scientist Reader being a med student outside of their magical persona which Vendetta would tease them about, but totally sees as a bonus because nerds are hot.

Weakens the locks on Reader's cages so their pets can escape and he can live vicariously through them when Reader comes to collect them.

Reader tries to kill Vendetta when they first met, but upon realizing he likes getting the shit kicked out of him they bail because he's a freak.

Reader is stronger than Vendetta in their magical form, but weaker in their normal because I like the idea of that.

-

[Scientist Reader presses the heel of their boot against Vendetta's neck as they stand over him, sneering down at the man as he gasps for air]

Reader: You disgust me. Any last words before I remove your vocal cords?

Vendetta: You should spit in my mouth. I'd reallllly hate that- Here, I'll show you how to do it.

[Vendetta sucks blood from the split in his lip - spitting upwards directly into Scientist Reader's mouth.]

Scientist Reader: Mother-FUCKER- That went into my mouth! Why does your blood taste like battery acid?!

Vendetta: I'm waiting~

-

Scientist Reader: Give it back.

Vendetta, holding Reader's id card out of reach: Aw, this what you normally look like? You're pretty cute for a dork. I could totally take you.

Scientist Reader: Oh, please- I've beaten your ass more times than I care to remember.

Vendetta: Who said anything about a fight.

-

Vendetta: Got photos of you leaving that old abandoned library. Must've nicked yourself pretty bad down there- All that blood on your clothes...

Scientist Reader: And what do you plan to do with those photos?

Vendetta: Jerk off?- Tf else do you want me to do with them?

[bokettochild]

Do you have some hcs for Legend? I'd love to hear your thoughts on him :)

So, so many of them!

he's far-sighted! Due to a lot of adventuring and focusing on the far away stuff, he's actually trained his eyes to always be focused on far away things, and so now he struggles to see things clearly close up. he has specticals for it (Impa took him to get some when they were in Labrynna together) but he rarely remembers to wear them, and doesn't like to out on the road to begin with, as he's worried they'll break. he tends to forget he's wearing them when at his house though, so Ravio's really the only one who sees him wear them more than he sees him without them.

he's totally a bit of a history nerd, because I said so. It was more just stories when he was little, but between frequently interacting with ancient artifacts and architecture, as well as time traveling himself, Legend's become somewhat fascinated with history. he likes having all the answers (as most Links do) but for him, that includes knowing where things came from, why they were made, and so on

he's also a horse girl, much like Twilight and Warriors, but doesn't travel with a mount because it's less convenient. While having a mount in a Zelda game DOES make avoiding foes much easier, it also gets frustrating when you have to go find them again after doing however many things (point in case, my BotW horses are scattered to the four winds All The Time). Legend, who frequently is getting up and dropped in random places, doesn't like that this would leave any of his mounts alone in the middle of nowhere and thus doesn't take his own horse many places as a result. Said horse is Puini (OoA manga) and is currently housed either at the castle or with his grandparents (OoS manga). He dotes on her exceedingly, and being around Epona now reminds him of her a lot. Being as she's a literal war horse though (trained for battle with a knight) he has an inkling she would't quite like the mares of the rest of his brothers and leaves her out of the conversation when they bring up mounts

he's the OPPOSITE of someone with claustephobia! I have this fic I'm writing in my head right now where the boys finish their adventure just to get collectively dropped at Lon Lon with no way home, and have to adapt to "normal" life. A chapter of said fic (if I write it) would likely focus on the fact that Legend literally grew up in dungeons, like, his games have the most dungeons of all the Zelda games, as well as some of the biggest focus on dungeons, and as a result, they likely feel more familiar to him than the open world (and oddly safer, since they're predictable and follow Rules that the outside world doesn't have). I like to think that small, narrow, dark places would actually be soothing for him, to the point that, in the theoretical fic, it freaks the rest out when they find out he keeps purposefully climbing into dried up wells for some space when he's homesick. Maybe it's the inner bunny instincts, maybe it's a pre-existing trait that influenced the magic that made him a bunny to begin with, but Legend tends to burrow, and feels safest when he's in smaller, darker places.

He loves puzzles. I think it was Squido who said that we should let the boys enjoy their adventures, no? Let them look back fondly and smile at some things? For Legend, I think the thing he loved most about adventures with the problem solving, and puzzles are the best sorts of problems because you're guaranteed that there IS an answer. So, for someone who grew up doing puzzles most of his life (dungeons), they're a familiar thing for him and a challenge for him to face without actually endangering himself. he likes mind puzzles and logic puzzles mainly, but picture puzzles are fun too for him

Apple snob. He knows all the apple types, probably bred two of his own apple breeds somewhere in his life, and he has opinions on all of them

Nature boy. Not like Wild and Hyrule who like to get lost in it, no, Legend just likes existing in nature. He grew up on Orchard Hill, so gardening and husbandry are something he was raised to before the hero shtick, and he finds a certain sort of peace in gardening/plants. Also, he travels a lot, so he spends a lot of time by himself out of doors. Granted, that's also where a lot of the bad stuff happens to him, but the good outweighs the bad and I think he genuinely would love to go hiking or do nature walk sorts of things if adventure didn't scoop him up every time he left the house

Really big dancer. Mostly because of Din, partially because of Marin, and Cadence definitely had an influence too. Unfortunately, his mental metronome is set to the music pulse of Octavio's magic so he sort of just...can't keep a beat well without a lot of time to adjust. Once he's got it though he's killer

He can play a lot of instruments, but I really like the idea that the violin is his favorite. yes, he's got that precious ocarina from the dream world, and he learned to play one of those first, but like the idea that Uncle Aflon or maybe one of his friends was a violinist, and Legend just got dead set as a kid on that particular instrument. It's also a very diverse and emotional instrument, which grants him a lot of freedom of expression he'd usually not allow himself

He didn't speak his first word until he was four. Uncle Aflon kind of accepted early on that he might be mute, but as it happened, he just didn't feel the need to use words to communicate, since what he wanted was either always evident or could be figured out without him having to speak much. I think he was likely either mostly silent as a child, using mainly sign or other nonverbal communications, but if you want to make it angsty, I also like to say that it could be because his throat got messed up by an illness he had when he was very small so talking was painful for him. I HC that that changed after he traveled to Labrynna, because the memaid's curse didn't just give him a tail, but also effected/altered his voice, making speech easier for him but also making it to where he can actually cham people with his voice if he's not careful (which perhaps contributed to him becoming a harsher spoken person because then the charm is less likely to slip through on accident if he's being a jerk)

Continuing the speech HCs, I think Legend's tendency towards speech is impacted heavily by wo he's around. if it's anyone he met prior to Labrynna, or in Labrynna, he defaults to mostly sign, whereas if he met them after, he tends to usually use spoken words

Legend' far more expressive and open with sign language, as tone is very important and easier to navigate for him. In essence, it is his first language and the one he's most comfortable with

That said, with people he's truly comfortable with, legend's just straight up non-verbal. he doesn't feel the need to speak and usually just uses facial expressions and exaggerated motions to express himself. Being able to shut down the speech center of his brain for a bit is a huge relief and since those he knows well know how to read him just fine like that, it doesn't make much of a difference either way

As y'all know, I champion the Fable and Legend are siblings HC, though I know it's neither cannon, nor likely to be cannon in LU (pretty sure JoJo confirmed it's not true). Still, I really really like the twins thing!

On the note of being twins! You know how sometimes, with twins, one comes out stronger than the other? Yeah, that was Fable. Legend's actually the smaller/weaker twin, though not by much. he was a very sickly baby though. Oddly enough though, despite being physically weaker than his sister, he actually got the stronger of the magic between the two of them! It might even be possible that the strength of his magic might have been the reason his body is weaker; because housing that much power can put a significant strain on a body. Either way, Fable and he joke about it frequently, saying that as he's got stronger Holy magic, he should have been the princess, and since she's physically stronger, she should be the one with the sword. He doesn't mean it though, and is only playing along. Fable kinda sorta really does mean it though)

It's less focused on by the fandom as a whole, but in case you didn't know: Legend is more than just a polyglot! In his games alone, we see that he can hear and understand not only most trees (not just guardian trees like the Deku and Maku trees, but the normal ones around Kakariko too), but also animals, spirits, and literally forces of nature! Heck, the literal SEASONS coo about how adorable he is when you meet them in OoS! That said, I think he learned pretty early on that this isn't normal. Uncle started getting really worried when he saw and heard Legend speaking to what seemed to be thin air on multiple occasions, so he learned to just not answer unless there aren't other humans/hylians around

Continuing the previous one, this does mean that Legend has to frequently resist asking for directions from various passing by birds and animals, and instead just bites his tongue and lets Twilight go off scouting because explaining that he can hear voices no one else can hear is just....ot the best of ideas

Despite the rest of the heroes' being under the impression that Legend was an only child, he actually has Middle Child energy. this is because he grew up with Fable, Ralph, the Oracles, and Ghanti bossing him around/messing with him, but he also helps look after his neighbor Gully, who I fully believe he loves the same way that Wind loves Aryll.

While I have Gully on the mind, I think Smith and his wife have mentally adopted Legend and all but see him as their eldest, since Bertha (Smith's wife), also had a hand in helping Aflon, newly appointed caretaker to an infant he knows nothing about minding, with learning about babies. Legend however, dense as he is, still fully believes they just put up with him for their actual son's sake, since Gully clearly adores him so much

This shows up a lot in my fics, but I like the idea that Legend loves the stars. Like, tehy're the same, always there, no matter where you go. he's traveled a lot and been tossed into random locations where everything is different, yet whenever he looks up, there the stars are, the same as always, just from a different angle. I think Uncle Aflon taught him the various constellations when he was small, and maybe when Legend was lonely in his adventures he started talking to them like they could hear them (and heck, if the seasons can hold a conversation, then why couldn't the stars?). Also, you know the thing about how if you're deep enough underground and you look up through a hole you can see the sky? Yeah, he's more used to night skies and stars than sunlight

Despite being a traveler, he's actually got a palish complexion for his skin tone, since he spends most of his time underground. He's also a bit sensitive to sunlight all around and gets a headache fairly quickly when he's out in it. He hates noon time and would rather be sleeping than awake when the suns at its zenith

I've seen this one around a bit, but I really love the idea that legend enjoys wearing his uncle's old clothes around the house when he's between adventures. he probably keeps Uncle's pipe tobacco and other things stored with the clothes so they still smell like him even after all these years

He's entirely unaware of the fact that being on regular speaking terms with the Golden Goddesses, the Fates, the Seasons, the freaking Triforce, and most royalty is uncommon for a hero. He's aware most people don't do it, but it's sort of jarring for him when he realizes that the other heroes' dealings are limited to mostly mortals, and lowly ones at that, and that when they do speak of the goddesses, it's usually with some sort of reverence. Meanwhile Legend will and has insulted Din to her face for picking on him about his height, gossips with Farore whenever they run into each other, and the only one he kinda treats with reservation/respect is Nayru because they sort of faught each other that one time and while it wasn't her faught, it still makes things a bit awkward at times

He tends to chew on things when he's restless/agitated. He's not even aware he's doing it half the time, and has chewed his sleeves, hair, and various tools at different times. The Chain have designated bowls (Sky got bored) and his has very clear signs of gnawing around the edges. Same with any wooden spoons he's given (although, being as Uncle raised him with manners, Legend does carry his own silverware at all times, and thus rarely needs to borrow from others (it's a medieval manners thing))

Unlike the stereotype of men when they're sick, Legend actually gets really quiet when he's sick. Hyrule's the same way and it's mostly to draw the least attention to themselves when they're not in fighting condition. Usually though, he tends to take the 'sleep through it' approach, which is really a very poor choice, but as far as he's concerned, it's worked until now so he's not changing it

I think Legend's a very physical person, someone who likes to be able to touch and feel various things, and generally enjoys the idea of physical affection, but in reality balks at it because it usually catches him off guard. That said, he do be touching all the stuff and animals.

Gets weird about dodongos. he knows that the majority of them are threats, but there's always a part of him that wonders if some of them are like Dimitri, and it can be tricky for him to fight them at times

The early Zelda games are sort of wack honestly, but the fact that he's technically a telepath gets brushed aside way too much, y'know? Like, Legend regularly has conversations with Zelda and Sahasralah from miles away, IN HIS HEAD, and only uses certain stones to strengthen that connection, not forge it to begin with! Now, he might just be receptive to telepathy, maybe it's a twin thing (I have a WIP about that) but I think it'd be really funny if he's just sitting on that little skill and never brings it up because linking up (lol) thoughts with someone can be very overwhelming when your brain is already moving a thousand miles a minute, and trying to process thoughts and feelings that aren't his own gives him a migraine. So he just.... doesn't. Unless Zelda reaches out first or he needs to tell her something important.

He's terrible about self care and remembering his own needs, but will, can, and does scold others for doing the same. He doesn't even care that he's a huge hypocrite, not much anyway

Magpie. Boy loves his shiny things. Like, he doesn't technically need everything he has, and he knows most of it will never be used, but if it's pretty he keeps it anyway

I feel like Legend'a also got a bit of food insecurity. When he was a kid, freshly thrust into his first adventure and with the kingdom turned against him, he didn't actually know how to find his own food and ended up going hungry a LOT during that first adventure (which might have stunted his growth a bit). Since then, he's made a point to not only educate himself on what's safe to eat and what's not, but he also taught himself how to preserve and prepare long lasting foods, which he keeps a huge stockpile of. He also doesn't trust any food he hasn't watched be prepared unless it's made by someone he trusts, and even then sometimes his anxiety/paranoia gets the better of him. There were a few neighbors who tried slipping something in the meals they gave him under the pretense of taking pity, when in reality they planned to turn him over to the knights, so he's always cautious now

He's actually less wary and guarded outside of Hyrule than he is inside of it. Lorule is an exception because it's a version of Hyrule, but any other country is used to a very different version of him because Legend isn't always suspecting foul play in other kingdoms who have nothing to gain from his death.

He cannot handle blood well. Yeah, he's a hero, yeah, he fights a lot, and yes, he's frequently injured in battle or dungeons, but watching his Uncle bleed to death left him with a kind of hemophobia and he tends to have mini panic attacks/breakdowns when exposed to large amounts of blood. He hates it, but can't control it, and hasn't found a way to overcome it at all

After spending a long time at sea after Koholint, trying to find his way home, Legend actually really dislikes the taste of fish. He had to rely on his mer form a lot getting home, and fish has been ruined forever because it was his only choice for food, and eating it raw (mer) did make him sick a few times (he's still hylian at his core) so now he tends to get queasy when eating fish, just on reflex

He's a dead ringer for his late mother, to the point where people who knew her sometimes double take

I know Warriors is supposed to be the pretty one, but considering Legend's canonically had forces of nature comment on how pretty he is (I think it was Summer specifically, but it could have been one of the other Seasons), I think he's got a type of beauty that, at the least, appeals to the supernatural/magical beings. He's unaware of this though, although he'll always say Fable is one of the most beautiful people in the world, all while unawares of the fact that they're nearly identical looks-ways

He likes to doodle. Drawing more so, but e enjoys both depending on what mood he's in

Logically and artistically minded. Numbers bother him though (something Ravio, who is the reverse, definitely abuses)

He's one of those people who genuinely will be happy if you get him a candle. He's got everything anyone could need, but something that smells nice, offers minimal light, and he;s always running out of? Oh he loves them. He's very picky about what scents he'll accent though because his nose is very sensitive

He cracks his knuckles and rolls his shoulders a lot when he's bored/tense/stressed- basically all the time LOL

he uses sewing/stitchwork as a way to try and relax himself after a long day. it works half the time. the other half his thread gets tangled and he gets very worked up LOL

Secretly admired Sky's skills in embroidery, but doesn't have the patience to practice anything complicated

he loves to teach people things, but constantly assumes people won't listen, so he tends to break things down to bare basics rather than going into the nitty gritty like he enjoys.

Such a big sweet tooth

Genuinely hates the feeling of fur. Twilight's pelt bothers him, not just because the guy who turns into a wolf is literally wearing a wolf's skin, but also because the feeling of fur, treated or no, displeases him most of the time. He only likes fur when it's on something alive and moving, and even then, he's picky about it

Has a extreme fear of dogs. It's both from being chased by the soldiers' dogs, but also various dog-like things in the Dark World. Wolfie used to make him very uncomfortable before he realized it was Twilight

Fall boy. The other seasons would be offended if they knew he had a favorite, but I think his little apple farming, leaf crunching, bright color enjoying self would just adore the fall.

he LOVES the rain. His arthritis acts up something awful when it rains, but when it's not too bad he enjoys being out in the rain. That said, he HATES thunderstorms, less because of being struck by lightning (LA) and more because of the storm the night that his Uncle died

He's actually not fond of heights. He doesn't panic, but he's used to being very low, or even below the ground, so being very high above it unsettles him.

He tends to sleep curled up, he's not sure why, he just does

He's got VERY sensitive ears, both to touch and sound

Buck teeth <3

Also, freckles. He doesn't spend much time in the sun, but he does tend to freckle when he has. It also brings out some natural highlights in his hair, but he's not aware of that because it's not happened since he was small

Tends to sound like he's talking down to everyone, but in reality he's just never sure what all most people know about any given subject

Has such a soft spot for kids

He's a god-father to Bippin and Blossom's kid, and he adores that little munchkin, bordering on spoiling them.

Imma end it there because it's late and I need to be up early, but I hope this satisfied your curiosity a bit!

Thanks for the ask! I appreciate the chance to talk about all these ideas!

[one-beer-is-not-enough]

Posting Sofia's character intro at last! Not as in depth as Marcel, her personality and looks will evolve more in the future lol. Also forgot to credit @jimothy-hopkins for the template in Marcel's intro, apologies!

Cheerleader, but wishes there was a girls' team. Makes it her life's mission to torment Burton

Manages to land a part-time job in town. Surprise surprise, dad isn't giving her any money either!

Has some violent tendencies due to the way she grew up. Very competitive because their dad would always pit the three of them against each other

She's fairly popular thanks to her looks, but she has a massive inferiority complex and always feels judged. Tries to appear unbothered, meanwhile there are sirens constantly blaring in her head

"I'm an academic weapon" <- 5 minutes before sobbing over a grade

Character sheet! Sorry Beatrice, my girl is incredibly insecure💀 Decided to make a sorta in-game portrait for her, and might as well post Marcel's too:

Lore bits:

Gets the jocks to do almost anything she asks, such as fighting other people for her. In return, she helps them with schoolwork. Them also finding her attractive doesn't hurt

Ironically, speaks better Italian than Marcel and will forever mock him

Good friends with Mandy and the other cheerleaders, but she scares them a little when she's got her sights on someone who wronged her. She's overprotective with those she cares about, kind of like a mom friend who desperately needs therapy

Sofia grew in a very misogynistic environment because of their dad's worldview. If Marcel and Rafael unknowingly manifested even a hint of their dad's mindset, she'd be onto them like a vulture <- aka firmly scolding Rafael and kicking Marcel in the balls

Works at one of the local grocery stores for a while, but gets fired after getting into a screaming-match with a customer a few weeks in. She buys a bike with her savings and starts doing delivery work instead

Big sports fan, always watches anything available on TV. She loves tennis in particular, even though their dad forced the kids to learn it with an iron fist (he really plays into the stereotypical rich prick persona). Her match number with Marcel is well into the hundreds.

Hates the nerds with a passion, considers them all disgusting and sexual freaks. After the whole mess with Earnest taking pictures of her and Marcel attempting to get him institutionalized, she deadass asks their dad if he can 'take him out of the picture'. To which he responds: 'Man up and do it yourself'

Sofia is on good terms with the greasers. She befriended Ricky during shop class, through the topic of bikes. He even develops a bit of a crush on her, but she's too oblivious to realize it until she notices that he doesn't complain about his ex anymore, at least around her. She also regularly hangs out with Lola, they could just sit and gossip for hours

The preps mostly tolerate Sofia on account of being associated with Pinky and Marcel. She gets invited to parties occasionally, but they're careful not to let her drink too much... Drunk Sofia is a menace 💀

Sofia's well aware of her father's criminal practices, but has no intention of being involved once she's fully independent. And he won't bother forcing her down a career path like he'll do with Marcel, again for misogynistic reasons. She hopes to be a successful athlete one day

I've mentioned her a ton in the answers to the asks you guys sent, and now she has a proper introduction lol. I'll have to do something for Rafael but he's not super high on the priority list right now

[canisxx]

Hey chat! I decided that I don't care if you care or not, I'll post it anyway. Because I'm a scientist nerd, and a TF2 fan.

So here you go, my theory on how the respawn machine actually works.

⚠️It'll be a lot of reading and you need half of a braincell to understand it.

The Respawn Machine can recreate a body within minutes, complete with all previous memories and personality, as if the person never died. We all know this, but I doubt many have thought about how it actually works.

Of course, such a thing is impossible in real life (at least for now), but we’re talking about a game where there’s magic and mutant bread, so it’s all good.

But being an autistic dork, I couldn’t help but start searching for logical and scientific explanations for how this machine might work. How the hell does it actually function? So, I spent hours of my life on yet another useless big brain time.

In the context of the Respawn Machine, the idea is that the technology can instantly create a new mercenary body, identical to the original. This body must be ready for use immediately after the previous one’s death. To achieve this, the cloning process, which in real life takes months or even years, would need to be significantly accelerated. This means the machine is probably powered by a freaking nuclear reactor, or maybe even Australium.

My theory is that this machine is essentially a massive 3D printer capable of printing biological tissues. But how? You see, even today, people can (or are trying to) recreate creatures that lived millions of years ago using DNA. By using the mercenary’s DNA, which was previously loaded into the system, the machine could recreate a perfect copy.

However, this method likely wouldn’t be able to perfectly recreate the exact personality and all the memories from the previous body. I believe the answer lies in neuroscience.

For the Respawn Machine to restore the mercenary’s consciousness and memories, it would need to be capable of recording and preserving the complete structure of the brain, including all neural connections, synapses, and activity that encode personality and memory. This process is known as brain mapping. After creating a brain map, this data could be stored digitally and then transferred to the new body.

“Okay, but how would you transfer memories that are dated right up until the moment of death? The mercenaries clearly remember everything about their previous death.”

Well, I have a theory about that too!

Neural interfaces! Inside each mercenary’s head could be an implant (a nanodevice) that reads brain activity before death and updates a digital copy of the memories. This system operates at the synaptic level, recording changes in the structure of neurons that occur as memories are formed. After death, this data could be instantly transferred to the new body via a quantum network.

Once the data is uploaded and the brain is synchronized with the new body, the mercenary’s consciousness "awakens." Ideally, the mercenary wouldn’t notice any break in consciousness and would remember everything that happened right up to the moment of death.

However… there are also questions regarding potential negative consequences.

Can the transfer of consciousness really preserve all aspects of personality, or is something inevitably lost in the process?

Unfortunately, nothing is perfect, and there’s a chance that some small memories might be lost—like those buried in the subconscious. Or the person’s personality might become distorted. Maybe that’s why they’re all crazy?

How far does the implant’s range extend? Does the distance between the mercenary and the machine affect the accuracy of data transfer?

My theory is that yes, it does. The greater the distance, the fewer memories are retained.

Could there be deviations in the creation of the body itself?

Yes, there could be. We saw this in "Emesis Blue," which led to a complete disaster. But let’s assume everything is fine, and the only deviations are at most an extra finger (or organ—not critical, Medic would only be happy about that).

Well, these are just my theories and nothing more. I’m not a scientist; I’m an amateur enthusiast with a lot of time on my hands. My theories have many holes that I can’t yet fill due to a lack of information.

[riapilled]

Unspoken. (Nerdmin AU fic!) NSFW 18+

You're failing your professor's class- Mr. Arlet. He keeps you after his lecture to tell you about a club his grandson runs that helps kids with studying. You don't want to be surrounded by geeks, but you realize you desperately need to pass this class. You go and realize the three members aren't that bad, especially the professor's grandson- Armin. The sadist in you wants to see how a bunch of "losers" would handle your fast party life, but little did you know one of them has lived that life before and is ready to get a taste of that adrenaline again.

There you stood in your dorm, constantly re-reading your own research essay, looking for approval within the lines of your own work. You put your head in your palm and groaned, there’s just so much off about it, so many minuscule details you have no idea how to include into your paper.

You pick up your phone and check the time. The minute you do so your eyes widened and in one swift motion you stood up from your chair and grabbed your bag, headed to the door, and rushed down the hallway of your dormitory. You’re walking through campus, and you see a bunch of booths for clubs. You spot one for the “HAS math and literacy club” the reason why it stood out to you is because the members look totally different from each other, not the kind to be friends. A collared shirt nobody, a goth chick, and a nerd. Now that you think about it in your head, no wonder they're friends, a bunch of geek freaks.

Eventually you make it to your lecture- late, and you find a spot in the crowded hall. You plop your bag down and sluggishly sit in the chair. Throughout the lesson your vision gets blurry, and the professor's words become unintelligible, you place your head on the desk and decide to close your eyes till his words finally make sense. You feel your desk shake and wobble and you shoot your head up. You wake up to a male student with a harsh grip on your desks leg then looking at the professor for confirmation of something. The professor speaks, “Thank you Mr. Kirsctchtein, you may go now.”

You see the dirty blonde hair boy walk away and close the room door behind him. “Ms.?” The professor asks, eyebrow raised, an unamused expression plastered all over his face. You answer, “Fenwick.” The professor's unamused face dropped to one of frustration, he let out a loud sigh. “I was originally just going to tell you to not rest or take naps in my class but now realizing which student of mine you are we need to have a deeper conversation.”

You roll your eyes and put your head back down. The professor takes that as a sign to give you the news lightly. “Ms. Fenwick, you're failing my class, The semester final is in just two weeks, granted you've probably given up with the final being so close by-” You lift your head up and cross your arms, a look of distastefulness on your face, “If you must know I was late because I was in my room stressing about the research paper!” The professor smiles and turns his back to you, “Let me finish please.” You roll your eyes and put your foot on the desk, giving the professor a nod to continue.

“I'm sorry for assuming you were being a half-assed student, let me reassess then. I know you've turned in every single assignment, and your annotations in your work suggests you've read the texts presented to you. Although you just can't seem to retain the information well enough to put it onto paper or you have a hard time putting your thoughts into words.” Your eyes widen in shock as he’s a hundred percent correct about your current situation.

“I guess I'm right. Anyway Ms. Fenwick I didn't keep you here to lecture you about your writing, I kept you here to tell you there's still time to get your grade up before the final.” You take your foot off the desk and uncross your arms, your expression now softening into one of hope. “There's a club on campus that operates after school. The “HAS literacy club”” Your hopeful look wiped off your face and you rolled your eyes.

“I don't have that much time after school-” The professors smile now gone turning into a look of threatening kindness “Oh, Ms. Fenwick, you need this.” You close your mouth.

“The “HAS math literacy club” or the “Help and assist math and literacy club” is run by my grandson and a few of his friends. My grandson was valedictorian at his highschool and is currently still a star shining student across the board. His social skills are…meek, but if you need help, which you do- they meet in the library at the west wing, monday through Friday at three pm to eight pm. So, if you truly are busy after school, they're still there for hours so you can eventually pop in.” You look to your side, thinking about it for a second.

The professor walked over to his desk, smiling, and waved to the door. “Well, that's all Ms. Fenwick, have a nice rest of your day.” You picked up your back and walked out of the class. You exited the building and then took your walk home.

You drop your body onto your bed and put your face into your pillow. You grip the sides of it, bring it up to your face, and scream. After emptying your lungs you pull the pillow away and place a dull expression on your face. You walk over to your desk and look at the paper, it's taunting you, laughing at you for having no clue how to process your own words. You slam your hand on the desk and sit in the chair. You aggressively pick up your pencil and go to put it on the paper. Although you stop, with your pencil just an inch above the paper, your eye twitches and you slam your head onto the desk. You put your head in your hands. You sigh and scream out, “The club it is.” . . . You wake up the next morning realizing you passed out at your desk from the stress and run a hot bath. Summer was rolling around and you decided to shed your depressing winter skin. You shaved your legs and gave yourself a gruesome exfoliating scrub that made your skin glow. You stepped out of the shower and dried yourself off. You put on a pair of low-rise blue denim shorts that were risking showing cheek, a baggy white crop top, and a random pair of old beat-up shoes. You do basic makeup, curl your hair, and comb your bangs. You grabbed your bag and left your room.

You walked around town a bit. Getting a cup of coffee and stopping at a thrift store just to “look around” but ultimately spending money you shouldn't have. You stumble out of the store then check the time; it was four-fifteen. You groaned and started the embarrassing walk back to campus. You get to the west wing entrance and look at the map for the library, you feel a hand on your shoulder. You jump and turn around, but you're met with your professor's kind face.

“I see, you're taking my advice Ms. Fenwick. Do you need help with your bags?” You let out a sigh of relief and respond “No, it's fine, thank you.” The professor shakes his head, “Let me at least walk you to the library then?”

You accept and you two start the trek together. On the walk you explain your frustrations with the class and for some reason how you just can't seem to get it together, the professor listens gently and sometimes chimes in with advice until you two end up at the library doors. “Well, I'll be off now- oh and please tell my grandson to call me back, thank you.”

You wave the professor off and enter the library, you hand your backs to the librarian, and she puts them behind the counter for you. You walk around back of the library looking for the study pods and surely enough you see a badly written sign “HAS math and literacy club here! Welcome in!” You take a deep breath before opening the door. You put your hand on the handle, but your body is jerked forward by someone opening the door from inside, the goth girl. “Oh- OH! Guys we have someone!” she says before turning to look over her shoulder.

You peek in the room and see the two boys from the booth from yesterday. “Mikasa…let her in...?” The collared shirt boy says. The girl's eyes widened, and she apologized, “Right right sorry, come in, please.” You step in the room and get a full scope of the friend group. “It's nice to meet you, I'm Eren.” The collar boy says with a smile. “These two are my friends Mikasa and Armin.” I wave to the two gently before taking a seat in the chair opposite to the three. “Well, what can we do for you today?” Eren says, closing his own book.

“I need help with my research paper, especially with finals coming up.” you say pulling papers and books from your bag. “What subject is the class?” Mikasa says as she's getting up and walking over to take a look at your books. “Humanities.” you respond taking a minute to stare down her intricate outfit while she's distracted. She immediately retracts herself from you and walks back over with a nervous expression on her face. “Ah. We can't help you.” Eren says with a wearied look.

Your eyes widen and you feel the anger boiling in your throat and as you open your mouth to say something Eren cuts you off. “But Armin can, he's a little shy but it's up to him if he thinks he can do it.” You look at the blonde boy with semi long hair with glasses, an obvious nervous expression came over his face- He must be the professor's grandson. “Your grandfather says to call him back.” You say with a hint of annoyance in your voice.

“You know Mr. Arlet?” Mikasa says interested. You scoff a little- “Yeah, I’m his student. He told me to come here.” Armin jolted a bit and put his hand on the table. “W-well if my grandpa sent you then I have to help, I guess” he says with a shy smile. Eren and Mikasa look at each other wearily then nod their heads. “Well then we’ll leave you two to it.” Eren says. He and Mikasa stand up and leave the room. Armin stands up and walks over to you, pulling out a chair and sits it next to yours. “Well. Let's get started.” . . . “And then all you have to do after that is explain why Odysseus’ being loyal to Penelope is important to the story, which you can find much evidence of.” You lift your pencil from your notebook and smile. "How didn't I think of that?” you say leaning back in your chair, “You really are smart.” Armin's ears faintly glow red, and he tilts his head down a bit, “Thank you.” You look at the clock in the room and it's eight-thirty-two. You start cramming stuff into your bag, “Shit- I kept you longer than I should've, sorry.” Armin lifts his hands in a defensive motion-no no it's okay, no worries.” You throw your bag on your back “I guess I'll see you tomorrow?” You say with your phone in hand distracted. Armin lifts his head up. “Y-yeah, just drop in.” . . . It was the next day, and you entered the library and went to the study rooms and opened the door for HAS. You see the three all sitting in the same formation as yesterday but staring at you for practically barging through the door. “Sorry.” You say looking at all three of them.

Eren waves his hand in the air, “No worries- me and Mikasa were just leaving anyway. We have the most awful headache.” Eren and Mikasa get their stuff and leave the room, Armin looks at you timidly before getting up and sitting at the chair closest to the door, motioning you to sit down, he pushes his glasses up and speaks, “Well- where were we yesterday?” . . . You sit there and listen to his words but you're not retaining any of it. You hear a notification from your phone and open it, it was from your friend, Sasha. She’s asking if you want to go out tonight because she doesn't have work, you give Armin a quick side eye and he sees. “S-sorry, is it an important call or should I leave?” You look at him up and down and speak blandly, “No, it's okay. I wanted to ask you something though.” Armin looks surprised.

“I'm going to a club tonight, wanna come?” you say putting your pencil down. Armin's body jolted, like someone who was unfamiliar with partying. He looks away from your gaze. “No, I'm sorry, that's not my thing...” You look at Armin and roll your eyes “Come on- loosen up a little. You're a dork- no offense, and you spend all day in this room. Live a little!”

Armin looks up at you with a gleam of hope, but it eventually fades out. “Thank you for the invitation- really, but I can't.” You look at him and roll your eyes and pick your pencil back up. . . . Eventually the clock hits eight and you pack up, you shoot Sasha a text saying you're getting ready. . . . You make it to the club that Sasha sent the location of. You make your way to the front of the line and the bouncer turns around and looks at you, his mean intimidating face now cool and calm. “Ah it's you- you better get on in here, the free drinks are almost up!” He opens the rope, and you walk in. You look for Sasha. It didn't take long as she was at the bar ordering food.

“Sasha.” you say as you place a hand on her shoulder, she spins around and looks at you. “Oh-! girl - you scared the hell out of me.” She looks you up and down for a second then lifts her finger and says, “What the fuck do you have on?” You giggle and spin around, “You like it?” She looks at you dumbfounded, “You're like half naked.” You look down at yourself, you're wearing a tight black backless shirt with a red miniskirt, your Louboutin red bottoms you got from thrifting to compliment you look at her getting ready to explain but before you can a girl shows up next to you- “Wanna dance?” she asks Sasha. You look at the girl then to Sasha. The two walk off together leaving you alone.

You see a few faces from campus but they're all just mingling. You sit on a couch, and you scroll on your phone for a bit, after a while you look up and see Sasha and the short blonde girl from the bar on the dancefloor with a group of people around them. . . . You woke up with the worst hangover of your life. You were on Sasha’s couch, and she was naked in her bed with the girl from last night. You get your heels and stumble your way out of her dorm to your own. You open your room door and drop your heels before running to the bathroom and vomiting. You get up to go get a glass of water, you reach in your purse for your phone, you open it, and your eyes widen, you drop the glass of water. It was four pm. You managed to sleep through the whole day. You rush to the bathroom again and take a quick shower, leave your hair down, and throw on a baggy shirt with a pair of shorts before hopping into your shoes, grabbing your bag, and sprinting out the door. . . . You run into the library and go to the back. You run to the HAS door and burst through it. “Sorry I'm late-” you exclaim out of breath. “I-it’s okay” a voice squeaks out. You lift your head up and see its just Armin, you raise an eyebrow. “Where are the other two?” Armin puts his hands in his lap “Oh, they went to a party too last night, they feel sick so they couldn't make it.” You laugh and walk over to him, sitting your bag down. “So, they party, but you don't?” Armin scratches the back of his head “N-no I'm just now allowed to.” you were about to speak before the room door opened, it was someone else, a new girl. She looks around “Is this where I get help with my work?” Armin looks at me then to the girl. “Uh yeah.” he says nervously. She looks at him annoyed. “So, are you going to help orr?” Before Armin could speak, I cut him off, “I was here first, you’re going to have to wait.” I spit out looking her up and down. She scoffs and mumbles under her breath “party boy whore.” and leaves the room. “Thanks.” Armin says head down. I hum slightly and pull out my work from my bag. . . . “That’s all I had for today.” I say as I stuff my things into my bag. I turn to leave the room then I feel a hand grab my arm. I turn around and see Armin with his head down, legs pressed together nearly squirming, and his other hand in his lap gripping at the end of his shirt. The sight was so pathetic I nearly thought he was cute. “Yeah?” I chuckle out. Armin keeps his head down- “If I go to a party with you, can Eren and Mikasa come too?” I pull my arm away from him gently and lean my shoulder against the wall, “Yeah, they can, why not.” Armin looks up at me this time even more anxious, “And you won't tell my grandpa?” You roll your eyes and scoff- “Who the hell do you think I am?” you reply. Armin smiles, “Okay just let me know next time you're going out.” As Armin speaks you see a glimmer coming from his mouth, "What the hell was that?” you say out loud. The blonde boy looks up at you concerned and tilts his head “What is it?” he says confused. When he opened his mouth, you were able to get a small peek inside, it was a tongue piercing, not what you were expecting.

You sit back down in your chair and turn towards him. He looks at you like you're lost, “Is there something on my face?” you look at him and smile “Theres something in your fucking mouth dude.” He instantly turns red and seals his mouth shut. “I didn't take you for the piercing kind of guy.” He overcomes his embarrassment and says “Before, I partied a lot, and it got back to my grandpa. He told me I couldn't do it anymore and I should focus on my grades, he told me to open the club so I would have something to do in my free time- not party.” You look at him with pity and pat his back “We’ll get the part animal in you out, even if it's just for a night, gotta live your life the way you want man.” He jumps at your touch and turns an even deeper shade of red, seeing this reaction you decide to keep being evil. You lower your eyes on him and “The piercings are kinda hot, I wonder if you have any tattoos where your grandpa can't see.” A flush rushed up his neck, and his gaze stretched wide. You look at him and take pride in the mess you've created of him, stand up, and leave the room.

Armin watched as you left the room and exhaled deeply. Putting his head in his hands and shaking vigorously. He looked down at his pants and saw the growing pain arising. His face flushed and he bit the inside of his lip before standing up and leaving the room as well. . . . You’ve gone to HAS everyday for the past five days. It's now Friday, when the frat’s, sororities, and town clubs are booming with people. You've just received an invite from Sasha once again and you head to the library to deliver the news, a sinister look on your face, ready to see the “nerds” in action- were you evil for this? You thought to yourself, you didn't care enough to figure out the answer though. You burst through the HAS doors once again and you see all three of them together laughing. You close the room door and smile like the Cheshire cat. “Well that's a new look for you.” Eren says confused. I walk over to them spinning and twirling- “You guys are coming to a party with me.” I say jumping up and down. They all look at each other awkwardly, Mikasa speaks “I don't know-” You cut her off almost immediately “Come on, you guys, you sit in here all day waiting for people to show up, have some fun.” The timid blonde boy and black haired girl look to eren, almost like looking for approval. Eren looked at them and his tense face softened, then to me, he closed his book. “Why not.” he said, I jumped up and down once again and gave them the details on where to go. . . . It was now nine thirty and I sat inside the club next to Sasha. “You invited who?” she says puzzleled. “The kids from the HAS club” you say opening your phone, Sasha takes a sip from her drink “What the fuck is the HAS club?” you laugh and look up to grab your drink but when you do you spot three very out of place individuals. You poke Sasha’s side and point to the three at the door. “Them over there.” you say, eyeing them down. Sasha puts her drink down “The girls kinda-” You pinch her arm and she jolts before picking her drink back up.

You make your way over to the three, and greet them warmly. “What's up, dorks!” they look at you skittish, Mikasa speaks “Hey, where do we go?” You look at her dumbfounded before looking at the rest and looking back at her “Oh, you're serious?” you say before giggling, “Baby it's a party, go wherever your body takes you.” You realize saying that did not help at all because they're still standing there in front of you, “Alright then i'll take you elsewhere.” You walk around the place and leave Eren and Mikasa at the bar with Sasha. You take Armin to the couch with you, handing him a drink- “So? Are you reliving the best time of your life?” Armin sips from the cup and smiles “not really but-” you tilt the cup up further “Oh don't be lame. Drink up. You're here with me all night, pretty boy.” Armin is practically chugging down so you can't tell if the red color on his cheeks were from alcohol or you teasing him. . . . Armin still wasn't drunk and you were surprised, but something about his demeanor definitely changed. He now sat on the couch, legs spread apart, arm around the top, cup in hand, eyes low on the room. You two haven't talked in the past thirty minutes, just sitting on the couch. Suddenly a song comes on and you see his eyes light up, “Fuck I love this song.” he says. You turn your head to him startled, did he just swear? You think to yourself but before you can finish your thought he grabs your hand and drags you to the dance floor.

The iridescent blue and red lights occasionally blending into purple are basically blinding you but eventually you focus on the blonde boy in front of you. You see Eren and Mikasa dancing a bit too across the floor, they spot you two and point and nod their heads while smiling. You focus your attention back onto Armin whose hands are in the air practically lost in bliss. The music dies down slightly, and he opens his eyes, he shifts his body around and sees you standing there.

He looks at you up and down, over and over again till you get dizzy focusing on his eyes. He moves closer to you, pressing his front against yours, grabbing your hips and moving your bodies to the beat. He steps back a bit and takes another look at you. Eventually he locks eye contact, eyes wide open he leans in and opens his mouth, his tongue piercing shining in the light. You lean in and take his tongue into your mouth before wrapping your arms around his neck.

You two are in the middle of the dancefloor, lost in each other's mouths before Armin breaks away, you're practically breathless, he's perfectly fine. “C’mon.” he says, grabbing your hand and leading you away. You two stumble into a dark closet at the back of the club. “How did you know about this?” you say squeezing into the room. “Been here more times than I can count.” Before you can make a snarky remark, his tongue is already back to attacking you, he breaks away “God I missed this.” He says and dives back onto you, gripping all over your dress desperately. “Ever since you walked through those doors-” He swirls your tongues together “I just wanted a piece of you.” He bites your lip. He puts his hand up the back of your dress, playing with the band of your underwear, “My grandpa had to go and ruin this life for me.” he says breathily. He eventually slides your underwear down and you feel then drop around your ankles, Armin’s hand makes its way over your ass down to in between your thighs. You can't quite make out his face but with the slight purple light you see hunger in his eyes, and a smirk across his face.

Armin puts his finger inside your pussy, slipping one in and then another. You opened your mouth but all that came out was “Ah- Ah-” you couldn't finish getting your moan out before Armin laughed, “Ah. Ah. Ah. Is that what you were gonna say? You're moaning like a fucking slut jeez. Doesn't feel that good- does it?” he says, mocking you. He curls his fingers around, looking for your gspot and eventually he knows he found it- “F-fuck.” you let out, legs trembling. Armin’s smirk grows wider. He takes his hands out of you and licks them clean, he starts undoing his own pants and you drop to your knees, you can now see the light illuminating his whole body. He drops his pants and holds his shirt up slightly; you sit there on your knees stunned by what you see. Not only was his cock huge and curved- but he also had a succubus tattoo right over his stomach, not only does it end there, but his pubic hairs were also shaved into a heart.

You feel a hand grab the back of your head and get a good grip on your hair, “Gonna sit there staring at it or are you going to show me how much you want it?” He pulls your head forward onto his cock and rubs your cheek against it “Yeah, admire it. You’ve never seen something this good huh?” You bring your hands down to your pussy and start rubbing your clit, Armin notices this and yanks you back by your hair but tilts you up slightly to look at him. “No baby, no. You aren't allowed to touch yourself; I'm the one pleasing you right now, here you go.” You feel a shoe come in between your legs. You look Armin dead in the eyes “You're fucking joking.” Armin’s face turned dark, and he lifted his hand, suddenly it was gone, and you felt a hard force across your face, before you could process the fact that you were just bitch slapped, he grips your face covering your mouth and makes you look at him dead in the eyes. “Don’t you fucking swear at me.” You look at him and wonder why that got a rise out of you, but you also plop yourself down onto his shoes and grind your clit against it. “Good girl, you listen so well.” He thrusts the back of your head back onto this cock but this time on your lips, you open your mouth and take it inside. You feel every vein pulsating on your tongue. Armin thrusts a little into your mouth, only pulling back when he hits the back of your throat. You drool all over yourself and the floor but God you don't want to stop.

Armin continued face fucking you until he was near orgasm. He dropped the hold on your hair, and you whined. He laughed at your antics before saying “stand up”. You stood up and felt his hands on your hips, you went in for another kiss, but you're turned around by him. He places a hand on your back and applies pressure, making you bend over. You put your hands on the closet wall and feel something wet pressed against your entrance; it was his tongue. The cold metal of his piercing going in and out of you drove you crazy. You pushed your ass back against his tongue until he pulled away. He spanked you on the ass then lined his cock up with your pussy. No warning, he thrusted it all in. Your knees quaked for mercy and your arms bent on the walls. Your voice immediately strung out with weak and pathetic moans that made him laugh at you even more. He spanked you till you felt your ass burning, and sometimes he’d slow down just to torture you. He got a good grip on your hair and pulled you back onto him, “F-fuck I'm gonna cum.” You hearing this gave you motivation, you started pushing yourself back against his cock. “Y-yes fuck yes, you're doing so good- please oh god don't stop fuck I need you. I need this- oh my god.” Armin’s pace sped up and you could no longer fuck back, you yourself were now a blabbering mess. “I'm fucking please yes, fuck yes such a good girl. Get it out of me fucking squeeze it out yeah, I'm cummin, fuck.” he yells before holding onto your hips and pushing himself further inside. You and your pussy twitch at the load that was just dumped into you.

Armin wipes his sweat with his arm and fixes his pants; he turns you around and pulls your panties back up for you. He gives you a kiss on the lips and turns around. He opened the door, and the purple light illuminated over him beautifully.

“Thanks for bringing me back sweetheart, let's do this again sometime?”

[irondadfics]

Heyo!

I'm looking for a fic where Tony and the avengers (not all of them but definitely cap, widow and i think rhodey) go on a mission but while out the jet takes damage and they lose contact with the tower.

Peter was rebuilding Jarvis for a birthday present, and when the jet lost contact, he freaked out and got Jarvis to work early to find Tony. By the time the jet is back in range, Jarvis has been searching, and Tony has just gotten comes back up. There's a super cute reunion at the end.

It was a short ficlet no more that 30k words but don't take my word on that.

If you could find it, I'd be super appreciative! I've been looking for jt for the better part of 2 or 3 years now! Thank you so much! <3

Sorry it’s been so long. We found a few fics where Peter fixes Jarvis. Could any of them maybe be your fic?

Collections by Angeeelatin

Peter liked to keep things. Or more accurately, just… never throw them away. It wasn't really to the point that he'd say he had a hoarding disorder. He was just fine with the idea of throwing them away. It's just… what a waste, you know? They’d find some use later on, he was sure. Naturally, this extended to his activities as a science nerd and, later on, his vigilante persona. This may or may not have… caused some problems.  Or: Peter Parker finding things to give to the Avengers in his pile of random things.

Mission Accomplished by Chaeyoung26090

It's Tony Stark's birthday. Peter Parker is in dilemma. One conversation with FRIDAY and he gets the best birthday present idea ever. The only question is, will he be able to do it?

A special gift by Dorthea

When Tony birthday roles around, Peter is invited. But what do you give someone who already had everything? After a few emotional moments in Tony's lab, and a mission were Peter finds 2 old Stark Server, the answer is easy. Even if it takes a lot of work to get done in time. Add some Genius Peter Parker, a sensory overload, some BAMF fighting, and we got a complete fanfic with all the best things.

Consider it an ice breaker by Lequia

In which Peter Parker makes Tony Stark feel things because of a belated christmas present.

[th3overthink3r]

My brother is obsessed with TTG, and I am baffled. We binged it, and I looked around in the... Fandom? I know the show is lighthearted, but I'm a psychology nerd.

Btw I binged it with him in the name of sibling bonding.

Tw: Abuse, neglect, shitty people in general, mind conzrol and trauma. Progress with caution.

Not many people talk about the abuse Robin faces. I don't understand why is there basicaly no angsty content.

I also want to scoop that boy up and hug him and take him away from those people that surround him.

This boy has no positive influence in his life. Get him a therapyst.

He's neglected. I was sick watching this.

WHAT THE HELL DUDE this was genuinely hard to watch, and even the colour coded idiots aknowledge how badly he was treated.

Oh but they don't get away scott free. The little idiots.

They constantly hurt him (which I noticed is a reocurring joke, but it happens to him so constantly that it's not even humour. It's just... painful.)

What the fuck was that prank?

Considering I know his backstory pretty well (look, I watch enough dc), this prank just makes me want to cry. He smiles. His smile broke my heart. I genuinely started crying, alonside Robin. It was not a nice experience.

So they clearly don't have a problem with triggering traumatic responses.

Robin is also almost always the butt of the joke, even tough he is the leader nobody respects him.

Which would be understandable if he didn't try his damn hardest. He's resourceful and can make the best of a situation.

Like the time he got dance powers (which is just amazing, holy shit I want dance powers).

He found great use of an othervise "useless" pover.

Speaking of useless, his "friends" look down on him because he has no powers. Even though he is capable of beating all of them without it.

Yknow, like in the movie.

Oh yeah, nice recall to the movie the one where they competed with the Super Hero Girls team (love that show).

Y'know, where it started like this

And ended like this in like, five seconds.

Abandonment issues go brrr:

He's my angsty boy.

Also, the fact that he answered mind control on the last question, and it wasn't even on the board, broke something in me.

Him being a "control freak" is also played up for jokes, which I personally hate, but you can also go with the route of the Titans just not listening, ever, and Robin, still raised by the batman even if differently than in canon, in a city where if you are not on top you are dead, it's obvious that he developed an instictive need for control. He had gotten used to being on top of every situation, so when he felt that control slip, he grasped it and held on. This behaviour is not good, but he can't help it, and without proper consuling, he won't be able to stop this behaviour. He could, if he just let go of the illusion of control he clings to, a safety net, and we all know one can not simply just do that.

(I was someone people called a "control freak". I worked on myself, and I changed, but it took years after I noticed. Letting go is the hardest thing people like me and him can do because letting go means losing control, and that can be the scariest thing in the world. So I have experience, yes.)

For the hitting... Wild hot take and shit: Since Batsy was not a stellar dad, he kept robin in line by means not so family-friendly. (He hit his kids in canon, it's really OOC for him, but we have proof that happened) And it was really effective. Children of abusive parents go a lot of ways, but repeating the parents' mistakes is one of them. So maybe Robin decided that violence might be the thing to keep his teammates in line. (We are circleing back yeah.) But it clearly didn't work.

(Yes, I also have experience. No, I am not going to talk about it, but it wasn't physical, don't worry)

Edit: Holy shit I just realized that this Robin is all of the worst qualities of the other Robins. Obsessive, Controlling, full of himself, violent, and then throw their insecurities into there too (Abandonment issues, parental issues, anxiety, paranoia). Holy lady.

Edit2: Thank you, Yurki-posts, for pointing out some things my little rant was missing. I shall update it now.

Edit 3, 2025.05.24: It's almost monday, my day off, and I'm thinking about binging the whole shit on max, so if I still have brainpower by the end of it, I'll make this post more cohesive, and detailed.

[strangersteddierthings]

My Default's Self-Destruct (Oh, I'm Not Used to Normal)

@nburkhardt, this ones for you, since you've been so excited and patient! Title from Jillian Rossi's Not Used to Normal.

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There is a doctor in his room, explaining the extent of his injuries to him and his uncle but Eddie quit listening when the doctor had started with it's our recommendation that he not start back on the scent blocker until-. Whatever the doc had to say after that was more for Wayne's benefit than his own, anyway. Eddie turns his face away from Uncle Wayne and the doc and stares at the wall.

Eddie knows he's a freak.

He never had an option to be anything else.

He was born wrong, a thing his dad would remind him of every time he was deep in his cups and feeling angry or bitter. Which is to say, he'd heard it every day until he was fourteen and, with his mom long gone and his dad's new prison sentence, he was shipped off to Hawkins, Indiana to live with his uncle.

It gave him a choice for the first time in his life.

It was salvation.

No one here knew a damn thing about him except what he wanted them to know. He got to curate his image exactly how he wanted it.

Loud, bold, mean, scary.

Anything that kept people at a distance because he wanted them to be. That's not to say he didn't let people get close. That he didn't have friends. He does.

He founded Hellfire sophomore year and made acquaintances with fellow nerds and geeks. Some stuck around, genuinely seemed to like him and he them, so he got some real friends out of it. Jeff, Frankie, and Gareth.

The only three people in the world who knew about him because he'd chosen to tell them.

But now with this doctor not wanting him to get back on his scent blockers as soon as possible, the whole town's going to know how much of a freak he really is.

His gut twists thinking about how Erica, Lucas, Max, Dustin, Nancy, Robin, and Steve already know. They have to know. Why else are they not here? There's no way they don't by now. Scent blockers need to be taken every day to work effectively. Missing a day every now and then is fine when Eddie knows he's not going to leave home or if it's just the guys he'd be seeing.

But he's missed sixteen days because today is April 7th, and he'd spent most of the prior three days fading in and out of consciousness trying to claw his way out of a coma. Now he's fully alert and aware. He'd woken up alone, but it wasn't long after that his uncle showed up, apparently summoned by a nurse.

"-ddie. Eddie, you still awake?" Wayne's voice is gentle in a way it never usually it. It makes Eddie want to pretend to be asleep.

"Yeah."

"The doc just left."

Eddie doesn't respond verbally. but he does turn his head back to look at Wayne instead of the wall.

"There's a boy down in the lobby. Been tryin' ta visit every day but, well," Wayne trails off with a one shoulder shrug, which seems the easier way to sum up all the events that place while he was in a coma. Wayne apparently making a fuss when the hospital finally got a hold of him and he'd come into Eddie's room to find his unconscious body handcuffed to the bed. No one's been around to explain the how or why to Eddie, but supposedly ten days after Eddie should have died, three days before he awoke for the first time, the "real" murderer was found and died in a gunfight with the police. Eddie's been pardoned, by some miracle.

"Why wasn't he allowed to visit?" Eddie asks, even as he dreads the answer.

"No visitor for murder suspects except family," Wayne says.

"Okay. But I was proven innocent six days ago."

"I know. This last week's been me. I told the staff no one but me could see ya until ya were awake enough to name 'em. Didn't know if that boy who led the manhunt was gonna try and get in, or send someone else after ya."

Warmth floods through Eddie then, both affection for his uncle and a hope that, maybe, no one's been here because they haven't been allowed to be. Maybe they don't- maybe they'll give him a chance even though he's a genetic freak of nature.

"Is it Dustin Henderson?"

"Nah, ain't him. He's been by as much as his ma will allow, though. Sits down there with the first boy."

If it's not Dustin then- "Steve?"

Wayne gives a one-sided grin before saying, "Steve Harrington Sir, if you wanna full name him."

That gets a laugh from Eddie. Wayne hates to be called sir, and he spent a full year calling Jeff 'Just Jeff Sir' when Jeff had made the mistake of correcting Eddie's introduction ("And this here, is Jeffery") while trying to be polite ("Please, it's just Jeff, sir."). Seems like Steve made the same mistake.

"Oh, fuck, don't make me laugh," Eddie wheezes, more from pain than laughter and Wayne looks only a little guilty for causing him pain. "But, uh, yeah. Steve's a-okay."

"Alright. I'll go let the nurse know. Anyone else you wan' ta come see ya?"

"Wait," Eddie says quickly, swallowing thickly. He has to know. "Do- have they... said anything? About me?"

"About you? What- oh," Wayne says. "Did they not know?"

Eddie shakes his head. "No. Not- I didn't tell them, but I haven't had a scent blocker since the first day of spring break. They have to know, right? Everyone always knows."

"Do you want me to ask before gettin' them approved to visit?" Wayne asks, softly and sincere and it makes Eddie's eyes water. He closes them to prevent the tears.

"No. It's fine. Better to, uhh, get this over with. Learn if this will change anything, y'know?"

"And you wanna start with Steve Harrington Sir? He's an alpha, ain't he?"

"Don't act like you don't already know. Everyone and their mother talks about how alpha he smells. I heard about Steve and his alpha scent before I'd even met the dude."

"Well, no need to be so uppity about it," Wayne grouses.

"Sorry. Guess I'm just... not in the mood to joke about this. People don't- they change how they treat me, once they know."

"Just Jeff didn't, nor Gareth or Frankie."

"Yeah, but they were my friends first. I- they saved my life but that doesn't make us friends."

Wayne shakes his head. "You tell that to the boy sittin' in the lobby right now waitin' to see ya."

That's right. The hope that has bloomed earlier. If they did know, they were still around. Either because they are his friends and they care, or they have... questions, possibly. Still, "You'll be in here? When he comes in?"

"I won't leave unless you ask me to," Wayne assures and then he's gone. Out the door, to retrieve Steve.

Jesus Christ, this is fucked. Eddie feels so anxious and scared and he shouldn't. He's never been afraid before. Just. Fed up with how people treat him. How they scrunch their noses when they smell him. When they look at the whole of him and realize there's something wrong with him and their expression changes to either pity or disgust.

Wayne's gone just long enough for Eddie to regret his decision but then it's too late. The first person to enter his room is Steve, followed closely why Wayne.

"Eddie!" Steve says, and Eddie is confused. Steve sounds... awed? A bit breathless like he's witnessed a miracle.

"Hey Steve," Eddie manages to squeak out and that's all the permission Steve seems to need. He crosses the room quickly, dragging a second chair from the corner with him to the opposite side of the bed from where Wayne has taken up station.

"Fuck, Eddie, we didn't know if you'd- but you did. You're awake," Steve says, even as he's trying to sniff the air. Probably trying to get a read on Eddie's own scent, and therefore his own emotional state. When Steve doesn't find what he's looking for, his brows furrow into confusion, and he looks so fucking adorable with his face scrunched like that. He's glad Steve can't smell that on him, at least.

"I'm awake," Eddie says.

Steve nods, but his confused face doesn't fade. Instead he sniffs the room more loudly, thoroughly. He looks to Wayne, then back to Eddie. He does that a few times before settling on Eddie.

Eddie sighs heavily. "Go ahead. Ask."

"What? Oh, uh, nothing to ask, I guess. Just thought Wayne would have scented you by now, but I don't smell him on you."

"Yeah. Wayne's nose barely works, so no point in that."

"A fact I'm thankful for every time you'd finally drag out the days old dishes from your room," Wayne quips.

"Hey!" Eddie shoots him a wounded look as his face gets hot. Low blow, old man, he thinks.

"Oh. Do you... not get isolation sickness? Is that rude to ask?" Steve asks.

"I don't get isolation sickness anymore, not since long before you were even born," Wayne answers. He's still hovering by the door, expecting to be dismissed by Eddie probably, since Steve's not- since Steve doesn't seem to- Eddie doesn't know. Is he too nice to ask out right? Too disturbed by it to even bring it up?

"And, uh, isolation sickness could never effect me," Eddie says, biting the bullet, looking at a wrinkle on his blanket instead of at Steve.

"What?" Steve sounds startled by the answer, as if he can't understand. Maybe he doesn't.

"I can't get isolation sickness."

"That doesn't- everyone but childr-" Steve cuts himself off, and Eddie hears more sniffing before his startled by Steve grabbing his arm. He looks up quickly, and sees Wayne move closer from the corner of his eye, as Steve shoves his nose into Eddie's wrist and takes a deep breath. A sound between a whimper and a whine comes from Steve. "But you- What?"

"Steve."

"Eddie, I don't understand?"

Eddie looks to Wayne, who raises his brows as if to ask want me to tell him? He almost nods, but this is going to be the first of many conversations, and he might as well get the practice in. "Steve. You can only get isolation sickness after your secondary gender develops. I can't. 'Cause I don't have a secondary gender."

Steve blinks at him. Then blinks some more. He opens his mouth, then closes it and blinks even more. "I- how- what? It hasn't developed yet?"

Eddie groans in frustration. "No, Steve. It won't develop ever. I don't have one, I won't have one! No scent gland will ever grow, no second puberty as my body changes to be able to send and receive emotional signals, no bonding gland to establish pack or mate!"

"Wha-"

"Don't! What aren't you getting? I'm a genetic fucking freak of nature who can't ever bond with pack or a mate because I don't have a secondary gender!"

Steve jerks back at Eddie's sudden outburst, "Sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't- I wasn't trying to, uhh, offend."

Eddie scoffs and looks away. He wants to roll onto his side, put his back to Steve and block him out. Offend. Eddie's not offended. He's- fuck, he's sad and scared and angry. Because he spent a week flirting freely with Steve, who'd started to flirt back and now it's all back to just being a fantasy in Eddie's mind.

Steve's an alpha. Even if... even if he ever might have entertained the idea of being with Eddie, that's going to be gone now. Alpha's want omega's. They'll settle for a beta, sure, but that's what it is. Settling.

And Eddie's not even that.

He's nothing. No secondary gender, no place in society, he'll always smell like a goddamn child to everyone else. He knows how this goes. Until he's back on the scent blockers, which just make him smell like chemicals, they're going to treat him like a child, or like a pariah.

"Eddie-" Steve says, quiet.

Whatever it is, Eddie doesn't want to hear it. "I'm tired. I hurt. Please leave."

Eddie stares at a spot on the wall as Wayne escorts Steve from his room. He doesn't let himself cry until after counting to thirty in his head once the door's closed.

@i-less-than-three-you @afewproblems @skepsiss

[talon-dragonbeast]

hi! can you talk more about the significance of the biological concept of species? I'm a nonhuman who currently believes that species can't exactly be interpreted the way gender is, but I lack the vocabulary and knowledge in ecology to properly communicate that lol, so I thought I would ask you as an alterhuman in science! no worries if you don't feel like answering this ask :3

ooh i can definitely talk about that, yeah!! i was meaning to make a post like this since forever, so thanks for giving me the excuse!

so, i want to begin by emphasizing that species identity is a very real concept that should be always respected. of course, im an otherkin myself, so i dont think anyone ever doubted it in the first place, but i wanted to make myself clear anyways. species-diverse folks are the species they say they are, regardless of ones own beliefs. if a dog therian says theyre a dog physically, i believe them. if someone who looks like a human to me insists theyre not human at all, i believe them. if someone tells me, an atheist, that theyre a god or an angel, i believe them. and if someone says they can transform into a unicorn-dragon-zombie with robot wings through fucking magic, i believe them. so, now that that is clear, lets begin.

traditionally, species were classified based on their morphological characteristics, that is, their physical appearance. while this method was effective at first, it quickly became too unreliable (as evidenced by the many bird species that look almost the same, and dog breeds that, despite their physical differences, belong to the same species), so scientists began categorizing species based on their reproductive compatibility, specifically whether they could interbreed and whether their offspring were fertile. so, for example, iguanas and monitor lizards are incapable of interbreeding (different species), whereas donkeys and horses can produce mules, which are sterile (different species, same genus). finally, dogs and wolves can interbreed and they produce fertile offspring (same species, Canis lupus). nowadays, we classify species via phylogenetic analysis, which looks for similarities in DNA chains, though this method also presents its own problems as described by @nisaetus-nerd in this post.

now, why is species identity different from gender identity? well, for starters, species is more akin to biological sex than to gender. aside from the fact that the majority of the population takes species identity to be some kind of hilarious joke, species, just like sex, has some physical characteristics that (for now at least) cannot be changed. the category that we know as sex is actually a combination of chromosomes, reproductive organs (internal and external), external characteristics, hormones, (not relevant to humans but) pheromones, and reproductive cycles; similarily, species is a combination of many things, including DNA, physiology, morphology, diet, ecology, and behavior, among others.

its also important to point out that within the different sexes that exist in the human species there arent that many variations from one another; humans dont actually have a ton of sexual dimorphism (at least compared to freaks of nature (affectionate) like birds of paradise) and many of the differences between sexes that society highlights don't actually exist (think "female brain vs. male brain"). sex, at least in my opinion, isnt that important outside of reproductive health, so not many problems arise from simply throwing it out the window.

meanwhile, we do use species for a lot of things! as a vet in training, this is especially important when treating different animals; you wouldnt use the same drugs for a dog as you would for a horse, nor would you give the same food to a cow as you would to a pig. species are too different from each other, especially the further down the phylogenetic tree you go. you can actually use similar drugs for a dog and a human being, because we evolved together and have a similar physiology, but the same cant be said about chickens. most mammals heal their bones in a similar way (only difference i can think of, aside from the drugs, is the fact that you have to protect the bandages so they dont rip them off), but when it comes to, say, a bird of prey, thats an entirely different story. not to mention bees! they dont even have bones!!

(species have other uses outside of health of course, thats only what i specialize in. someone who studies ecology, or zoology, or genetic engineering, or any other field of biology would give you a different answer than mine. this is only my point of view, which i admit is kind of limited)

so! to wrap up this extremely long post, i want to stress once more that we need a term to express the experience of species identity, similar to how gender is discussed in transgender communities. species identity is not the same as biological species, and its crucial to be able to freely describe this experience with our own vocabulary. the way things are, biological species is too important of a concept to dismiss its meaning entirely, which is why we often face ridicule and skepticism when discussing it outside of alterhuman circles. the way we define "species" in our community (in which species = identity) is quite different from how most people usually understand the term (in which species = biology), and i think this misunderstanding is in part what leads to doubt when we talk about our experiences with others. so by changing the way we talk about species identity, we could get more people to understand what we really mean, instead on assuming based on the words we use.

[mochinomnoms]

I come with dumb thought: Twisted Wonderland has animals that are extinct or close to extinct in MC's world. If MC is a biology or nature nerd I can see them freaking out and crying tears of joy to know these animals or any other organism is alive in twst.

Also, do you know if zoos exist in twst? And if they do is it like... there's an event in obey me I may be remembering wrong but there was a popular aquarium but all the first were like... I think this was a vacation spot for them or a job I don't remember fully but they had a home they'd return to after a while. I imagine zoos in twst may be like that? Now I'm just imaging an animal getting paid in cash like a wolf or something and taking it to a store to but meat.

This calls in the question about how sentient animals are in TWST and the morality of keeping sentient creature in things like zoos and aquariums.

The main purpose of zoos and aquariums are conservation and rehabilitation, with the added bonus of education for the public. They are also valuable for researching the behaviors and habits of animals that might not be safe to do so in the wild. But like, our animals obviously aren't sentient to the level they are in TWST. Like dolphins and ravens are some of the most intelligent animals, able to use tools to a certain extent, from what I'm aware their interactions with us are the equivalent of interacting with a child. They also don't have senses of morality, and we can't really apply human morality to animals because they're animals and they only truly respond to their instincts and environment.

Like, animals in TWST have to have some level of sentience but is it equivalent to a child? Like, Lucius has some sentience, he asks Ruggie to get him tuna knowing that Trein doesn't let him have any, but is he able to really process why? Also, he's a familiar, so does that mean he's more sentient? Grim is also considered Yuu's familiar, but even with him being able to speak and use magic, he's still regarded the same way you would a child, and we wouldn't consider it ethical to keep him in a zoo.

There's also the fact that the King of Beasts and Simba's pride in Sunset Savana are regarded the same way you would a beastman, but does that mean that those animals that had just the right about of sentience developed into beastmen? The way they're discussedd, they're on the same level as like a god or hero from a myth or religious text (or as religious you can get in twst). This question is incredibly distressing to me and I don't know why it is each time it comes up.

Anyways, to answer your question, I think that there are some animals that are extinct here that are there. The wooly rhino, spix's macaw, and pinta giant tortoise are a few that I can think of that might exist in TWST. To be frank, the reason most of them are extinct are because of climate change, overhunting, deforestation and urbanization, but those issues haven't really come up in TWST I believe? Maybe those aren't issues in TWST? Magic probably negates the need for a lot of our industrialization, so I would say that there are for sure animals that are extinct in our world that still exists in TWST.

Anyways, pls no questions about animals and zoo in twst for a while it distresses me for some reason...