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High achiever, don’t you see?      

Baby, nothing comes for free          

They say I’m a control freak             

Driven by a greed to succeed                  

(nobody can stop me!)

indie multimuse featuring Dr. Kenning Flugslys from Villainous || 18+ only! || multiship || crossover, oc, and au friendly! || written by Spacy

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Just a heads up that I won’t be around for most of this week! The Goodest of Boys @abracaxfuckxyou​ is coming to visit me in Chicago and I’m draggin’ his little butt alllll over the city. I’ll try to pop in here and there where I can though! Otherwise, back to at least... semi-regular activity next week. 

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story-magic​:

💗 “It’s not simple…” she held her arm “They want to get a strong grip on the heroes and use us, Goldheart, that egoistical jack-ass is the only one who didn’t seem to go through the hell I went though.” she clams down meaning that her admiration for Goldheart was dead and buried “And the reason I’m wearing this is that who knows who’s watching from that organization, I don’t really like to wear this, I miss my old… you know what” 

💗 Miss Heed went behind one of the wall and dressed her her normal looking outfit. She came back wearing a white off the shoulder shirt with black capris “Kenning, P.E.A.C.E. is really more of the villains of the organization” she said showing fear now her hands shaking and took in a deep breath to calm down.

It’s a surprise to hear her talking about Goldheart that way. The Goldheart. The one whose attention she’d used Flug to attain on multiple occasions. Flug was absolutely petty enough to feel a little smug vindication at that, but also it made him wonder. Just what had happened to her when she was incarcerated? What had P.E.A.C.E done to her that had finally been a step too far for Cecilia to take? What was it that had her this frightened? 

Don’t get involved, his better judgment reminded him. Don’t trust a word she says. When has that ever gone in your favor? 

He sighed, glancing off past the edge of the roof. 

“I, um... I need to leave pretty soon. Probably--now, honestly,” he said. “My um... coworkers? Are going to be looking for me, and I need to get home. But, uh...”

Just wish her well and leave. Don’t get involved. Don’t try to help her. She wanted to run off and play hero, this is what she got. She made her bed, let her lie in it. Why should you care if P.E.A.C.E wants to use her? She never hesitated in using you.

“... Can I... meet you later tonight? I should--be able to get away from the lab for a few hours. If there’s somewhere, uh... you think you won’t be recognized, that would be best. We can talk there.” 

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Black Hat’s Completely Harmless Book VOL 2 DIGITAL version is out!

GO GET ITTT! Remember, you can use the ebook app of your choice to translate the book, and it works well!!

Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=VvSKEAAAQBAJ

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/villanos-libro-completamente-inofensivo-de-black-hat-vol-2-1

So far it is not out on Amazon for Kindle yet, but I’ll update you guys when it is!

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@abracaxfuckxyou​ liked for a starter!

Flug reached up to adjust the dial on the side of his goggles, brow furrowed beneath his bag as he studied the artifact. One particular sigil on the cube caught his attention, and his curiosity turned to delight--and then a tiny flicker of panic as he very, very carefully set the cube down on the counter.

“... So! It turns out it was a very happy accident that you brought this to our shop!” 

He gestured down at the sigil in question that had caught his attention. It was badly worn from time and the elements, but upon further study, it bore a very unique shape. An archaic version of the one that was on the sign outside.

The shape of a top hat.

“He, ah, doesn’t really have a name per se? At least not one that us mere mortals can pronounce! But we in the know refer to him as Lord Black Hat. He’s my patron, you know! I’m one of the only warlocks in his service.” 

“... Mostly because he killed all the other ones! But! This relic probably dates back long before our time. In fact, this was likely crafted by his own hands! It’s a very rare find.”

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“Maybe! Maybe there is still time for me to invent a time machine and go back to before the results were finalized! Maybe I can create a few thousand sock puppet accounts on Twitter to stack the vote in Mr. Black Hat’s favor! There’s options! I-I have options! 5.0.5. won’t grow up without a father! Ahaha--i-it’s fine! I’m fine!” 

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“Oh my God, he is actually going to kill me.” 

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Dr. Flug looks like he has a big dick

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“EVERYONE GO VOTE FOR MY SON RIGHT THIS MINUTE. THIS IS NOT A DRILL!”

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Got ‘em. 

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What Month Matches Your Personality?

november

you have so much passion. you do not mind things changing around you because you feel like you are always changing inside. you love hot chocolate. you have a determination that impresses people. you love nothing more than a good book. you have a gift for giving others emotional support but have trouble asking for it for yourself. you are reliable and trustworthy.

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💗 “I know that” she looked right at him. her eyes were filled with fear “If I know what I knew then I wouldn’t have joined” she meant it. She joined, but it came at a price she wants to forget, but the amount of mental torture caused by P.E.A.C.E. made her what she became. But can’t tell anyone who’ not a hero for she’ll be at risk.

💗 “Kenning, you were the only one who was close to me and saw things in me, but I was blinded by it. I’m not a good person”

“Neither of us are good people, Cecilia,” Flug snapped. “I’m just not wearing the uniform of someone who’s pretending to be.” The remark was cold, but he couldn’t muster up much bite behind it. He glanced up, with some hesitance, taking in the sight of her properly. Her and that outfit. Beneath the bag, his jaw clenched.

It wasn’t--just that. She was afraid of something. Afraid of something other than him walking away from her again. What did she mean, If she knew then what she did now?  

“Why... did you go back to them anyway?” he asked. “If it was so awful. Did P.E.A.C.E arrange for your release? I thought you were sort of a... PR nightmare for them after the whole...”

“... Incident.” The one where she was caught kissing him on a live broadcast? Yes. That one. “I wouldn’t, um... have thought they’d have you back in that uniform.” 

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Various lil shots of Dr Flug that I’ve been turning into gifs for a while now. He is my favorite little fictional man, and I have been spinning him around in my brain, like soup in a microwave <3

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can personals with rp sideblogs follow?

Absolutely! If you wouldn't mind, just drop me an ask or an IM to tell me what your RP blog is so I can go check it out.

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“... I-I mean, you could go with Bill, but personally that just brings Bill Nye to mind.”

“Which is not... exactly a turn-off, per se...” 

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@yournamedarling​ asked for a starter!

While Flug was limited in how much he could actually get done at the Expo, there were at least steps to be taken in the direction of a proper sale. He’d come with a few forms just for this sort of request, in fact, meticulously done up with all the preliminary information they’d need before he could even begin putting together specs. 

“We’re usually a bit backed up with orders once I get back from Expo week,” he admitted, as he jotted down a few things on the clipboard. “But it shouldn’t take me more than a week to get back to you with a quote and preliminary design details.” Which, given the number of portal guns, ray guns, and gravity guns he would need to manufacture based on the sales they’d made this week alone, was still absurdly quick. Lord Black Hat was insistent on all expo orders being filled within a week, after all. Even if it meant a week of all-nighters. Especially if it meant a week of all-nighters. Flug was convinced his boss deliberately ran him even harder into the dirt after Expo week, if only to make up for seven whole reasonably stress-free days. 

It was fine, Flug told himself, just like he told himself every morning in the bathroom mirror, repeatedly, like a desperate, broken mantra, tears brimming behind the lenses of his goggles. Besides! The Mad Science Expo was basically the closest Flug had to a vacation. 

“Now, as I said, the design would be personalized to your specific power set. Could you elaborate a bit on those for me?”