#Best Computer Doctor For Repairing

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Hubble Space Telescope: Exploring the Cosmos and Making Life Better on Earth

In the 35 years since its launch aboard space shuttle Discovery, the Hubble Space Telescope has provided stunning views of galaxies millions of light years away. But the leaps in technology needed for its look into space has also provided benefits on the ground. Here are some of the technologies developed for Hubble that have improved life on Earth.

Image Sensors Find Cancer

Charge-coupled device (CCD) sensors have been used in digital photography for decades, but Hubble’s Space Telescope Imaging Spectrograph required a far more sensitive CCD. This development resulted in improved image sensors for mammogram machines, helping doctors find and treat breast cancer.

Laser Vision Gives Insights

In preparation for a repair mission to fix Hubble’s misshapen mirror, Goddard Space Flight Center required a way to accurately measure replacement parts. This resulted in a tool to detect mirror defects, which has since been used to develop a commercial 3D imaging system and a package detection device now used by all major shipping companies.

Optimized Hospital Scheduling

A computer scientist who helped design software for scheduling Hubble’s observations adapted it to assist with scheduling medical procedures. This software helps hospitals optimize constantly changing schedules for medical imaging and keep the high pace of emergency rooms going.

Optical Filters Match Wavelengths and Paint Swatches

For Hubble’s main cameras to capture high-quality images of stars and galaxies, each of its filters had to block all but a specific range of wavelengths of light. The filters needed to capture the best data possible but also fit on one optical element. A company contracted to construct these filters used its experience on this project to create filters used in paint-matching devices for hardware stores, with multiple wavelengths evaluated by a single lens.

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blue eyes + bruises - part two

✯ pairing:

doctor!rafe cameron x fem!reader

✯ summary:

a tragic car accident looks like it'll be the end for you, but dr. cameron is here to make sure that doesn't happen.

✯ warnings:

mature themes, mentions of anxiety, nostalgia, and fear, car accident, death of a spouse (not rafe or y/n), major surgery, injuries, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, etc.

✯ a/n:

nothing!! please don't engage if you have a hard time with any of these topics <3 this was origianlly posted on my old blog @/illicitfixations, @/lovelornanonymity back in 2021/2022 and i have rewritten + reshared it here :)

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It only took minutes to get you into the operating room, Rafe had made sure of that – doctors on stand by as you were rolled quickly inside. He continued compressions as his colleagues worked around you, attaching a ventilator quickly to your lungs and cords and wires to your chest as your beautiful satin pale blue dress was cut away from your body and its arch nemesis cerulean blue surgical garb was draped over the different sections of your body that you were bleeding from. Rafe darted from the scene, rushing into the scrub room. He washed his hands quickly, but dutifully in his pursuit to get back to you. Jenni, his favorite nurse, helped him into his surgical clothes quickly, sliding his arms through the long blue sleeves and tying the back of it. It was funny, really, the way it resembled the structure of a hospital gown; one in the same with his patients in that way. As he made his way beside you, his gloved hand found its home against your hair and he leaned down to whisper in your ear. 

“You hold on for me, sweetheart, okay? I’m going to make it all better. I just need you to fight a little bit.” 

He said softly as he stood back upright and watched Jenni work the portable x-ray machine across you in search of any cracks amidst the shell of your body. 

“What are we looking at Cameron?” 

Dr. Richardson, Rafe’s long time friend and colleague asked as he looked over Jenni’s shoulders at the x-rays on the computer. 

“Extensive bone damage to the left side, specifically the femur, pelvis, and kneecap. She’ll need more than one surgery. I need to stabilize her leg for now. There’s possible soft tissue damage, she’ll need an MRI later to be sure.” 

He replied and Richardson nodded in his direction, understanding that Rafe meant you’d need more treatment if and when they could get you safely out of the woods. 

—

Some time later, Rafe stood over your body – cold, sterile, medical instruments in his hands as he dutifully worked to put your broken bones back together. He had watched on for hours as his colleagues repaired the internal bleeding in your abdomen and your brain. His body still remained canopied in seafoam colored scrubs underneath the blue surgical garb that he was required to wear in the operating room and his feet adorned in the best tennis shoes money could buy. He had a routine for surgery and over the last two years it had become a sort of safe haven for him – it was the only place that he didn’t think about her. The routine – simple in principle – his feet viciously traveling the white floors speckled with dots of gray as he rushed patient after patient in, the dressings, the blood, the practice of the procedures he performed – it all grounded him, down to the very essence of washing the remnants from his body when the performance was over. Wash, rinse, repeat, wash, rinse, repeat – he melodically spoke over himself after every discontinuation of the processes, whether the outcome was good or bad. He whispered reassurances to every person – the same ones he had whispered to you – though he never knew which way it would go. They went into the operating room, never knowing if they’d come out. The routine of it all had saved him, but all of that was washed away, like water under the bridge, as your blood trickled off of his hands. He closed his eyes for a moment and wondered if the outcome would be the same, if after all his efforts, would you end up just like she did. Would he be unable to save you, just like he couldn’t save her? 

“Paddles now! She’s crashing!” 

Dr. Richardson yelled, as he stood across from Rafe who was tending to the fractures you had sustained from the accident. 

“Charge to 350. Clear!” 

The shock sent electricity through your body, making your back arch off of the table, but still you continued to flatline. He did it again, your body responding in the same way – jerking off the table – yet, still, you flatlined and for Rafe it was visceral. The sound of the machine echoing that horrible constant beep, signaling that there was no life connected to it – it gutted him. 

“It may be time to call it, guys.” 

Dr. Richardson muttered in defeat to which Rafe found repulsive. 

“Absolutely not!” 

Rafe’s voice boomed across your body, as he took over. No one seemed to notice the crack in it as he did his best to keep his tears at bay. Dr. Richardson simply stepped aside, he knew your injuries were too bad, there was no way you were going to survive. But, he also knew that Rafe had to feel like he did everything he possibly could. He had to know that history didn’t repeat itself because of him this time. 

“Charge to 400! Clear!” 

Rafe was the one to send the electricity through your body this time and as he waited for your heart to start, the way that he knew it would, the seconds felt like hours and just when he was about to give up — the miniscule beat sent a series of beeps across the screen. 

“There you go, pretty girl. I knew you could do it.” 

He whispered above you, before getting back to his position and continuing his work on your bones, giving Dr. Richardson room to patch up the bleeding of your internal organs. 

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Rafe stood outside of your hospital room, looking in on you every so often, he was pretending to do his nightly charting at the nurses station and every time he put his pen to the paper something stopped him. You were all he could think about, the way your eyes pleaded for his help in the emergency department, the way you said his name when you asked him if you were going to die, and where in the hell your family must be – didn’t they care? He finished off the chart he was doing and when he opened up the next file folder, your name appeared. Y/N Y/L/N. ‘Pretty name for a pretty girl,’ he thought. He wasn’t distracted as he listed your injuries, described the incident, and signed off on the surgery he had completed. He wasn’t distracted because this was about you. 

“How’s she doing?” 

Rafe looked up from your chart to the voice of his scrub nurse, Jennifer, who had helped operate on you. Everyone in the operating room knew that Rafe had grown attached to you, though, unsure why, he had never met you before, when he looked into your eyes, something was just different. Jenni knew if he didn’t save you he wouldn’t live with himself, he couldn’t live himself. So, she was really asking more for his sake than her own. 

“She’s doing okay, right now. Not out of the woods yet. We’ll know more when she wakes up. Did you find any family?” 

He questioned, never removing his eyes from the document held within the folder that he was writing on. 

“Mother in Georgia, but can’t come up because of ‘business obligations’. Real mom of the year type.”

Jenni said, rolling her eyes. 

“Her daughter could die and she’s worried about business obligations?” 

He asked incredulously. 

“You know the type well, Rafe.” 

He scoffed at the thought of his father doing the exact same thing if it were him who was in this situation. 

“I don’t know, Rafe. Nothing surprises me anymore. So, give me a run down.”

She replied. 

“Broken ribs, torn acl, whiplash, shattered kneecap, broken pelvis, concussion, broken femur, internal bleeding, brain bleed – you name it, she’s got it. We’ve got her in a medically induced coma to give her body some time to repair itself and if she wakes up, we’ll go back in and do more surgery. Truth be told – she’s a fighter, I don't know how she’s survived this long.” 

He said with an exasperated sigh, knowing the inevitable was coming, simply preparing himself for it. Your injuries – they were a lot to heal from and he knew that firsthand.  

“I believe she has Dr. Rafe Cameron to thank for that.” 

She gave him a soft smile and he returned it. 

“You’re a good friend, Jenni and you’re way too kind.” 

He reached out, placing his palm on her shoulder and gave her a pat on her back.

“I mean it, Rafe. They would’ve called time of death if you hadn’t spoken up. You should go in there and sit with her, it won’t hurt anything.” 

She nodded her head toward the door of your room and he shrugged. 

“It’s not really my place.” 

He spoke, but it came out barely audible, almost a whisper. She heard him and she knew what he meant. 

“Maybe not, but she has nobody coming for her and I know you feel connected to her. Don’t try to fight it to protect yourself. If she dies, it’ll hurt and it’ll be sad. But, if she doesn't, do you really want to live with the fact that you could’ve been holding her hand when she woke up? Do you really want her to wake up to no one being there? She’s not Molly, Rafe and I know you better than that.” 

Jenni left Rafe to think about what she had said while she tended to another patient. She came out of the room to find Rafe, evidently making a decision and she watched him from afar as he gingerly entered the threshold of your room, sitting down in the plastic chair next to you. She smiled to herself, knowing that he was in deep, deeper than even he was aware of. 

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What Are You Doing?

Summary: When you enter his dorm room without knocking one day a Juices dirty little secret comes to light. As always 18+

Pulling into the Teller-Morrow lot you waved at Tig and Chibs as you parked. Laughing as they both blew you kisses. Life had changed for you almost a year ago when you were moving into your new home. You had heard a woman’s screams from your next door neighbor’s house about the time a man darted across in front of you almost knocking you down. At the time you hadn’t thought much of the man but had darted into your new neighbor’s home without thought. You had found a hysterical woman sobbing on the floor as a young guy in a leather motorcycle cut bled out from a wound to his abdomen. Without thinking you went into your work mindset, working to stem the bleeding as you tried to get the woman to call for help. Later on you would come to find out this woman was a doctor at the local hospital as well as the wife to the President of Charming’s notorious motorcycle club Sons of Anarchy.

Ever since that fateful day where you somehow managed to help save their Prospect the Sons had taken you in as your own. You had the best security system for free, repairs on your car at little to no cost, issues with your computer your crush Juice was taking care of it. Some guy giving you issues? Yeah taken care of. You were so welcomed in that you kept a few spare pieces of clothes here just in case. The amount of times yours had been soaked in blood and other shit had taught you a thing or two. Which is what brought you in today. You had been on your way to the weekly brunch with the Old Ladies when someone had cut you off and you spilled your ice coffee all over your white dress, soaking it an your panties.

Glancing at your phone you frowned. Juice still hadn’t responded to your text about if you could grab a set of clothes from his room. Making your way to the door you figured he wouldn’t care if you went in his room. Its not like you were going to do anything but change clothes which he had told you that you could keep in one of his dresser drawers.

“What happened to you?” laughed Jax as you strolled in still dripping coffee. “Looks like you had an accident darling”. His blue eyes twinkling with amusement as Opie sat next to him trying not to laugh.

“Shut it Teller” you replied as you flipped him off making Opie laugh harder. “Is Juice around? I need to change clothes obviously but didn’t wanna just go into his room without permission.

“Rude but I’m pretty sure he’s still here. Might have his headphones on.” Replied Jax as Opie nodded.

“Guess he could have went out the back” added Opie with a shrug. “I’m sure he wouldn’t care if you went in though” he added as Jax nodded before you made your way past them and to the hallway that led to the dorm rooms.

You were surprised the door was cracked but you could hear Juice inside so you pushed the door open. Your eyes landing on the naked body on his bed. Your eyes widened as you watched him stroke himself with a pair of pink lace panties wrapped firmly around his huge, leaking cock. His hips snapping up powerfully as he groaned. Your eyes trialed from his cock up his muscular thighs, swallowing hard as you took in every detail of definition and muscle that was usually hidden from you. Up to his chest shiny with a light layer of sweat that had you wanting to run your tongue along, nipping and sucking at his tattoos. All the way to his face that was covered in another pair of black lace panties. You could hear him inhale deeply as he muttered a clear fuck and then your name spilled from his mouth.

“What are you doing?” you blurted out, cheeks hot as it hit you he was jerking off to the thought of you and the sneaky suspicion those panties were  yours.

“Fuck” Juice yelled as he bolted upright. His eyes wide as the panties on his face fell onto his abs as he met yours in horror. “I can explain” he stated as he tried to cover himself sending more panties flying as he yanked his sheet up.

“Are those mine Juice?” you asked your voice low and head tilted.

Juice rubbed his face trying to get his mind off his throbbing dick so he could answer you. “I…they….it’s not…..fuck. Yes.” He answered devastated as he buried his face in his hands. Shame and embarrassment heavy. “I swear I’ve always replaced every pair I use. Like I have never came in a pair and let your wear them. I would never be gross or disrespectful like that.” He continued as he dared a glance at you.

You nodded as you processed what he had said. Another question at the tip of your tongue but you were too nervous to ask. So instead you asked a different one. “What do you do when you’re done with them?”

“Juice groaned as he flopped back on his bed. “You can’t tell the guys. Promise me?” he asked knowing it was bold of him to ask that of you when he still had a pair of your panties wrapped around his cock.

“I won’t” you reply as you step closer to his bed. Hands playing with your dress.

“I flush them” Juice said quietly.

“So you have been doing this for awhile with women’s panties?” you asked voice light with amusement as you thought about all of Bobbys bitching about people flushing panties.

“No.. yes… only yours. I only use yours to get off….only yours get me off” explained Juice as he kept his face hidden with his hands as he laid back on his bed. He was mentally kicking himself for not only not checking the door was locked but also for starting this stupid thing in the first place.

You nodded as you pulled your dress over your head letting it fall to the floor. “Wanna feel the real thing?” you asked quietly as your hand yanked the blanket from him making him bolt up. Eyes wide as he took in your mostly naked form, sans the panties and heels you wore.

“Please” replied Juice as he nodded. Watching you crawl onto the bed, leaving kisses up his left thigh to the base of his cock. He groaned as you left feather light kisses up it and to the tip, biting his lip as you moaned at the taste of his precum as you licked it. Continuing to kiss up his chest to his lips as you rubbed your panty clad pussy against his cock. After kissing him you leaned back and raised your hips, pulling your panties to the side as you slowly sank down on him.

“Fuck” moaned Juice as his hands gripped your hips, eyes watching himself disappear into you. Your walls fluttering around his length. Giving yourself a moment to adjust to him you closed your eyes and let your head loll back before they snapped open at a voice from behind you. Your eyes met amused blue ones.

“I’ll tell my mom you are okay and won’t be making it.” Chuckled Jax before he shut the door and started speaking into his phone.

Juice started to speak but you cut him off as you started to rock your hips slowly. Within a few minutes you were bouncing hard on his cock as he pumped his seed deep inside you, letting it and you’re cum flow between your bodies. Neither of you wanting to stop now that you had finally given in to desire.

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CW: intense scene of psychological distress.

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Black Site Beauty

Black Site Base #24...|

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Jeremy sighed and rubbed his temples. Nothing was going right this week, and it felt like everything that could go wrong did go wrong. The headache that pounds behind his eyes aches him severely, and he just can't stand the fact that his most successful assets have gone rogue. If he could, he would murder the person doing their best to deprogram the company's assets. If not deprogrammed, then they are doing a hell of a job rewriting the programming.

It makes him sick. Company property just out in the world running wild. Ever since he took over at Mount Massive, he had been keeping tabs on the other project that Murkoff runs. Creating sleeper agents to rent out to various groups and governments. The only people the company didn't rent to was the United States government, but that's only because they bankrolled the initial costs.

He had suggested to his prot��gé to have some agents track down the assets known as Adam and Eve. A programmed handler and the sleeper agent assigned to it. Those two were the most recent to go awol and some fuck had successfully overwritten Adam.

Jeremy could chew glass.

A ping brings him out of his thoughts as he refocused back to his computer. It's an email detailing that the latest shipment of men won't be coming in. Another sharp pang of agitation stabs at him. His connection was caught up in some local lead raid, government strike teams, all of it just spells out damage to the bottom line. It's what he gets for contracting with human traffickers who also dealt with the more…general public.

The last line of the email gets him though.

‘We came across your missing assets. For a price, we'll give you everything he told us along with the security feed of where his assigned agent ran off to.’

Jeremy hums to himself and types back two words.

‘How much?’

He wanted to recover all of the missing assets and help repair the bottom line for the company and, most importantly, keep company IP and secrets from getting out.

No matter what it takes.

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She hadn't stopped crying since they got back to base. Silent tears track down her cheeks and sniffles accompanied with coughs and wet huffs. Her feet had to be bandaged because they were cut up so badly. Every movement towards her caused a flinch and jump. The doctors and nurses instructed John to wait until she was mentally together before they questioned her.

John of course pushed back, he didn't need to explain the longer they waited, the longer she could gather her thoughts and lies together. So against doctor orders, she was given standard issue scrubs and grippy socks, and then taken to the interrogation room. John watches as she hyperventilates the second her arms and legs are cuffed to the arms of the chair and the legs. Wild eyes track every movement, she struggles against her restraints and wails. Her cries don't bother him and he sits across from her just waiting. Behind him on the other side of the two-way mirror, Simon, Kyle, and Johnny wait and watch. Simon won't come in unless she proves to be volatile later.

“You're gonna tire yourself out.” He says plainly. Right brow twitching up along with the corner of his lip. “And we aren't leaving till you talk.”

She gasps and hangs her head low. Body trembling from nerves. “Please. I don't know what is going on. I was at the inn, and next thing I know I was with Sergeant Garrick. Please, I'm telling the truth.”

He rubs his chin in thought, deciding with easy questions first. “Let's start with your name.”

“My name is Eve Degan.” Slowly she looks up, fresh tears spilling over her lash line. “Why are you doing this?”

John hums and leans forward. “You were in the middle of a highly secret operation, you killed civilians, and you claim you have no memory of doing such. Cut the shit. Why were you there?”

John watches the way her bottom lip pokes out and wobbles. In the back of his mind he notes it as cute. Maybe if this was a different world and different circumstances, he would find her attractive. Pretty even in this state of hysteria and crying. He's not a good man, he knows his line of work has fucked him up over the decades. He finds tears and wobbly lips adorable, it screams that there's a soft sweet thing that needs to be protected and guided. Treated delicately, something he can't do with his boys (no he is quite rough with them when they end up in bed together).

“I was following my brother, Adam-” she chokes on a sob and devolves into another crying fit. Between her sobbing fits she fights through, “Last he told me, to go into the hotel, eat dinner, and wait for him. If after ninety minutes he didn't come back, he wanted me to grab the black book, my passport, the extra cash, and follow the directions. He said he would find me.” Her head drops again, chin resting in her chest. “Please.” She whimpers, “I don't recall anything after that or before the helicopter ride.”

“What were the instructions?” He presses on. “Come one Sweetheart.” He tries to be a bit nice, a reward for her cooperation thus far. Maybe with a bit of honey he could trap her.

“I…” She takes a breath and shakes her head. Her body twitches violently. Jaw working to close and snap shut. When she looks up again, there's pain in her face as she struggles to speak. “The buzzing. Make it stop.” Her body arches in the chair, struggling against her restraints, another pained wail. It looks almost like a seizure. Her eyes roll, the whites of her eyes visible. Spittle, white and foamy drips from the side of her mouth.

John is enraptured by the display, he can't tear his eyes away from the spectacle. The door opens and the nurses and doctor that Johnny summoned is rushing in. Despite this being an interrogation, Eve is still by law a civilian and the staff had a job to do. Even if that job was to make sure she didn't croak before they found out who sent her and who tipped off their operation to their target, and why she was there to begin with.

It takes all of fifteen minutes for the medical staff to declare that she seized. Grand Mal seizure to be exact or some form of it. They take her blood pressure, do rudimentary tests that they would do in the field. She can barely follow the doctor's finger and as such he says that she isn't fit to continue.

“She can't stay here.” Doctor Bryne says, his arms are crossed, eyes set in a nasty glare. “She needs to be monitored, and given a more thorough check over. Make sure she didn't suffer brain damage when she was out in the fray.”

“She's a threat.” John growls.

“I don't care. Unless you want me to report you for withholding medical attention to base command Price…I suggest you put a pin in this.”

It's a stale mate as John and his boys watch Doctor Byrne and his medical team. The tension is running high and he's thankful for Johnny and his enthusiasm.

“I'll sit with her Cap while they do their thing.” Johnny smiles and it's genuine. “It'll be fine.”

John huffs. It doesn't matter that Johnny is volunteering for watch duty. He doesn't like being told what to do and having his orders circumvented. “Fine. Report everything Soap.”

Doctor Byrne snorts as his team gets the girl into a wheel chair after Johnny uncuffs her. “HIPPA is a thing.” He follows his nurses as they leave.

Simon shakes his head, “Interesting how they take that oath and it clashes with our oath on the regular.” There's some dark humor in that truth.

Doctors are known to do no harm to save human lives. Soldiers have the same oath only without the no.

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When Eve wakes up, her head is buzzing and aching. There's an IV drip attached to her, delivering fluids and some pain medication, but it isn't enough. It happened again. She tried to repeat the very last thing she either read or heard, and next thing she knows there's pain. Electricity coursing through her veins, high jacking her very being. The buzzing is so intense that it thrums constantly against her skull and rattles her body. Every ounce of her demands to scream in pain, but her jaw locks closed tight in terror. Black phantom tendrils creep across her vision, ghostly apparitions stare at her.

Usually after these episodes, she has Adam to talk her down. Bring her back to the forefront from wherever she goes. He never in all his years said much about her fits. The warmth of his lips to her forehead and then nose was the only answer he gave her.

She's alone now and she hates it. It breaks her heart. Her only family, since the beginning is gone. Maybe she could go back to the ranch, but nothing but ghosts live there and she doubts it belongs to her mother anymore. Even more pressing, the urge to run. Run fast as she can and find her way to Cuba or even back to Arizona. Doesn't matter which, as long as she gets there, after she is certain she will figure it out.

“You up bonnie?” Comes the soft but concerned voice of the man they called Soap. He's got a sketchbook in his lap, pencil in hand. “You've been asleep for almost sixteen hours straight.” The grin he sends her is disarming and it reminds her of her brother.

“Water please.” Somehow she manages to croak that out and suffer the sting of a dry mouth. She's given a bottle of water from the side table and is quick to guzzle it down. A moment of gagging and coughing with Soap patting her back.

“Slow down, the water isn't going anywhere.” She notes that he's nicer than the other three men. Appreciation for gentleness can't even begin to cover how she feels about waking up with him there.

“Doc said you had a seizure.” He informs and goes back to his sketching.

“Yeah. They happen sometimes, but I wouldn't call them that. Doesn't seem right.”

“Why?”

“Just don't. “ She shrugged, “Am I gonna be held here indefinitely?”

He wisely doesn't answer that, “You must be hungry. The mess is closed but the nurse was nice enough to leave ramen-”

“Please answer my question.”

She watches the jovial grin slide off his face slowly. A sigh and then, “I can't answer that. Sorry…do you have somewhere to go when you do get released?”

“I gotta go to Cuba or Arizona. Gotta get home, I guess.” The buzzing in her head is appeased with that acknowledgment. “My home is wherever, or was wherever Adam was for a long time. But I grew up in Arizona and spent summers in Cuba.”

“Really? You come from the type of family that migrates?” It's a silly joke, “Like a flock of birds.”

It earns a small laugh and a smile, “Yeah.” She says. “My brother and I were adopted. Nice couple and better caregivers. Sad they are gone.” Her voice tapers off into a sad whisper.

“Sorry to hear that.”

“It's fine. Coroner said they most likely didn't feel a thing. Bullet went in clean for both of them.” The buzzing in her head intensifies.

Soap doesn't say anything after that. What else could he say to such a horrible memory? Instead he shifts his sketchbook over for her to see. It's a page that he is practicing hyper realism on, just a bunch of eyes in different shapes. Eve nods along as he shows her the pages. At some point her stomach rumbles during their conversation and he asks the night nurse to heat up her ramen.

As they wait the three minutes, Eve watches as Soap sketches. The scratch of the pencil against paper gives her an idea. The urge to try and bargain and negotiate springs into her mind. The idea won't leave her alone.

“Uhm…Soap, can't I see your pen and book please?” The buzzing almost stops, a break in her headache and the background noise.

“Yeah here.”

“This is what I.” She stops herself from speaking. Her hand has a noticeable tremor and her grip in the pencil feels like it will break it. Still she powers through. Eve powers through the crescendo of buzzing, the innate warning of another fit, the slight phantom pulse of electricity.

Somewhere she is watching herself. Watching herself from outside of her body. No real control over her movements as she struggles to scribble on the blank page. The ‘S’ is sloppy. Both ‘E's in the eye are choppy. She is glad that Lamb comes out legible at all.

She's in shock as she stares at the past thing she remembers. The buzzing is angry, and her body feels like it is fighting against everything she is. Next thing she knows everything is black. The heart monitor is going on the fritz. There are nurses rushing in. Distantly she hears Johnny shouting for her to hold on.

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It's late in the morning the next day as Johnny watches as Price stares at the ripped paper in front of him. The girl had another seizure right after writing these random words. “And you said it happened right after?” He looks up at Johnny and he only nods.

Johnny feels bad for Eve. She's scared and sick. Stuck on a military base. Worse of it is that she's a threat according to Kyle and that she must know something about their target that slipped away. When Kyle recounted everything that happened, he left out no detail. Butchering a fallen soldier, keeping their gouged out eye in her mouth to keep it moist. Handling an automatic and taking down trained hostiles in hand to hand all of this done in a white dress and barefoot like some type of war fairy set loose. Still he answers Price and Laswell who came to the base as soon as she could. “Yeah, learned that she lived in Cuba and Arizona. Adopted parents only had one brother Adam.”

Laswell is typing on her keyboard, running a scan on one Eve Degan and an Adam Degan. She hums, skeptical, a noise that everyone is familiar with. It causes Price, Simon, Kyle and himself to tense, ready for bad news. “You said Eve Degan and assumed the brother is Adam Degan.” Her unimpressed gaze settles on Johnny and he bristles just a bit.

“Yes ma'am.” He answers.

“Those two are by Arizona records, dead. Died in a house fire at the age of five and six.” She turns her laptop around to show the Arizona records of a girl aged five and a boy aged six, pronounced dead by the state of New Mexico. The girl was clearly a photo of a young Eve. Photo taken of her, printed in the corner reading ‘NEW MEXICO CHILD PROTECTIVE SERVICES’ in big bold letters. She looks scared in the photo, a soft pink bunny is clutched in her arms. In another photo of her brother Adam Degan, he looks like the wild type, head shaved completely, missing a front tooth and with a black eye.

Kyle gasps, “That's the guy whose throat she slit on the mission. Same eyes, face structure, the works.”

Laswell nods her head, “Hm…this seems like a problem. She said she grew up in Arizona and Cuba. Did she say who adopted her?”

Johnny could kick himself for not thinking to ask that. “No.”

“She called him ‘handler’ right before she killed him.” Kyle scrubs a hand down his face, “What does that even mean?”

Laswell is quiet. Face pensive as she stared at the paper on the desk. Johnny can see just the tiniest hint of concern in her eyes as she stares at the page. “Everyone take a break, smoke a cigarette, have a tea. Don't care what you do, but in an hour have a fortified interrogation room set up. Wrist cuffs, ankles cuffs, and a head brace.”

Price stares at her with wide eyes. Even he doesn't normally take those types of precautions. “Kate.”

“Don't question me on this. Simon will be our strong man. We need to get narcan from the medical staff and have a doctor and nurse on stand-by.” She gets up and quickly exits the room. Phone out and already making several calls in a hurry.

· · ────── ✦ ────── · ·

She's back in the interrogation room again. Eve really just wants to leave. She tried negotiating with Price about being released. Her hostage negotiating skills leave much to be desired apparently. She's strapped to the chair again and when they go to strap her head back all he'll break loose. She thrashes, spits, gashes her teeth and cries. Eve doesn't know why, but this setup is more horrifying than the first. The buzzing is so loud in her head that it drowns out her own pleading and begging.

A blonde woman enters the room, followed by the silent wraith that stalks around Price. The woman, bless her heart, tries to smile as she places narcan on the table. The masked wraith stands off to her side. Price takes up the other side of the woman.

“Eve.” She begins, “My name is Kate Laswell. We aren't going to hurt you.” At least she's trying to calm her nerves with niceties.

“Please!” Eve doesn't even know what she's begging for. “Please no! God NO!” She wails and clamps her eyes shut.

Taking a deep breath, Kate looks at Price. “Gag her.”

“Have mercy! I'm innocent! Adam!” She shouts in hysteria. The call for a dead brother sets the tone for how this will end. “Adam, I'm scared, Adam please don't let them- hmph!” She's gagged with a clean rag. The cotton effectively silences her. There's the urge to bite down so hard that it breaks her teeth. The rag prevents that.

Everyone watches in horror at the proceedings. She's shaking like a leaf. Fat tears spilling down her cheeks. An almost vacant stare but it really isn't.

Johnny stands behind the two-way mirror, stuck in abject horror. Kyle is tense and he grabs Johnny’s hand out of instinct to ground himself.

“Spider. Eye. Lamb.” Kate says.

Everything stops and Eve slumps as much as her restraints allow her. It's a long three minutes of just watching her fingers, hands, and arms twitch subtly. Then in the same fashion of a computer booting up, Eve opens her eyes. They aren't soft and sweet like Johnny had seen in the hospital room when she admired his sketchbook.

Right now they are vacant. Eerie how brown eyes can seem void of light and life in a heart beat. She shifts her gaze and spits out the rag. Line of sight going to the narcan on the table.

“They didn't give me that self-destruct protocol. Too many assets hooked on the stuff broke their false molars for a hit when they got the shakes. No, they gave me something in my teeth that's homegrown.” Eve doesn't sound like herself. Body language was too sure and confident, despite being chained to a chair. Eyes sharper than knives.

If Kate is shocked, she doesn't show it. Price and Simon glance at each other, a silent conversation firing off between them.

“What is your black site base number and location?” Kate says calmly.

“Is this above your pay grade?” Not-Eve asks with a bit of laughter, “You won't get anything out of me or her unless you know even the most basic phrases and how to address us.”

“Asset, that is an order.” Kate keeps her voice leveled.

“Right words. Wrong sequence. Wrong cadence. Wrong hashtag for that information.” Not-Eve then glances at Simon. She turns her lip up into a smirk, “is he gonna torture me? Break my fingers? Cut lines into me? Maybe pull my teeth? Those are baby first methods. Get a high voltage cattle rod, some salt water and then interrogate me.”

“Kate.” Price finally speaks after a moment, “What is this?”

“This particular manner of agent training-” Kate says ignoring the loud laugh that Not-Eve lets it at the words agent training. Kate sighs and glares at her before looking at Price. “I've only ever seen partial files and documents on this ML-Uktra mess. It's supposed to be dissolved, all findings were labeled inconclusive.”

Not-Eve huffs and rolls her eyes, “That's the lie they went with? Pathetic, really.”

She is ignored.

Kate continues, “It-” she turns back to face the girl.

“She.” Not-Eve corrects. “Give Eve the dignity of being a she and her.” She turns as best as she can to face Price, “I remember telling you to not try interrogating her. Waste of time when that fit set in huh?”

Price frowns, “Were you the one that got Kyle out of that mansion?”

Not-Eve smiles and it's Eve’s smile but it's paired with the wrong eyes. Uncanny. Wrong. Abnormal. She says, “He helped with my assignment. It was the least I could do. If I had known Eve would end up captured and back on the main grid, I would have shot him and left. Put ol boy out of his ‘everyone can be saved if we try’ perfectionist hell.” She doesn't miss how the men tense up at her jab towards one of their own. Price especially looks ready to maim her.

“That's enough.” Kate is still even in her delivery. You have to be when talking to one of them. “Asset, why were you-”

“Right words. Wrong sequence. Wrong cadence. Wrong hashtags.” She corrects again. “Not to be that bitch, but you will kill us if you keep getting it wrong on how to access anything in my mind or Eve’s mind. Order only allows a set number of times before protocol Freedom Train activates and you won't be able to save Eve.” She sighs deeply, “And no, even I can't tell you the right way to do it. All I know is that the buzzing will stop when you do it right.”

Kate is quiet as she watches the asset tap her fingers on the arm rest of the chair. They've got nothing to show for making this poor girl suffer. It was foolish for her to think she could just say a few words and get answers in a decent interrogation. “How do you release yourself?”

“You can either let me wait it out until Eve is up. Or say the phrase in reverse.” Not-Eve shifts uncomfortably in her chair. “I am not programmed to attack unless everything is done right. We are partially deprogrammed. That being said. Don't let them take Eve. I'll never forgive myself if I can't honor Adam's last request. Other people may have issue and try to get her back to Cuba or fuck forbid Arizona. Don't let them take us.”

On the other side of the two-way mirror Johnny watches the underlying sadness in Not-Eve’s eyes. It tugs on his heart strings. Makes something in him want to help her. The ricochet of emotions from confident, to solemn was jarring. This couldn't be the same girl that complimented him just the night before on his drawing. Can't be the same girl that cried the whole way back on the helicopter. Everyone wants to bulldoze their way into answers.

Johnny is sure there is another way.

Tag: @angelsdemonthoughts @pocketfulofposies @little-mini-me-world

[chronicallyonline101]

Baby face is visible to standless people. And it has an operating system of some sort

Could it run video games? Or be infected with a virus - both biological and digital? And where would Melone go then? To the stand doctor or the repair shop? What are your thoughts on this?

I'VE THOUGHT ABOUT THIS BEFORE DONT CHU WORRY:

SO, Babyface is a bound stand, which means people can see, touch and hear it. Maybe even smell it if they get close enough? EITHER WAY. I believe it's operating system would be on par with, if perhaps better than, the systems that he is generalised with - WHAT I MEAN BY THIS IS, in 2001 the best operating system was Windows 98; I think Babyface would have ran similar to that, because that is how he understood laptops were supposed to work!

AS FOR GAMING. I 10000000% AM A MELONE GAMER TRUTHER !!! I dont think he's like, a game nerd or anything but I do think he likes to play, nd I think Babyface could deffo run games on it!

It'd probably be dependent on the system, like, theres NO way he'd run a game like BG3 on his 2001 laptop BUUUTTT he could probs play smth like The Sims !!! and imo i think he'd LOOOVEE life simulators like The Sims; he'd probably download loads of mods, to the point where Babyface crashes every five minutes AND ONE MOD HE WOULD HAVE 1000101000% IS WONDERFUL WHIMS!!!

NOW. AS FOR VIRUSES. if Babyface runs on an operating system then it could definitely catch a virus but idk what would happen to Melone in that instance 😭i dont think any tech nerd at the computer shop could fix his super cool magical stand computer so maybe... if his laptop gets sick he gets sick? And he spends like a week with a fever and has to take antibiotics or smth... IDK UR MAKING ME THINK NOW I DONT LIKE THIS IVE NEVER HAD TO THIMK BEFORE ☹️ i will mull the melone virus over and get back to you on this...

thank you for reading, here, take a melone gif

[multiplicationdivision]

Abott Inc.

The manufacturing plant was abuzz with Tony Abott

Two of him handled a repair on the bottom floor, replacing a slipped wheel in record time. Another watched, ready to jump into motion at any evidence of a problem. Six others manned the quality checks, spouting off curses and shooting the shit as their muscle memory handled all the heavy lifting of searching for faults. Two were out to get lunch, carrying in tow the same burger order for a factory’s worth of the same exact man.

Only the forewoman was unique, a beautiful buff woman who acted to make sure that their unified state of mind never got them in trouble. She kept them out of trouble just as a single Tony kept the factory full of identical copies of her safe in turn.

It was good being Tony.

Years of education in all manners of factory positions, skill in any task that this facility could need. A physique built by an equal time training practically, nothing gained from the gym. Each muscle was built for practicality and each of him could handle a world of weight just on his own.  

This body had once been a man named Braedon. He’d been college educated in computer sciences, a prodigy of his field. He could code anything given a couple hours alone, so long as he had coffee and some good junk food. He was set for a comfy corporate throne after a few years on the bottom, rising high and fast.

It had been boring.

Years of brutal education gave way to months spent in bureaucracy, unable to complete a task that would’ve taken minutes without weeks of back and forth with incompetent bosses. Emails that took longer to write than the quick line of code that would fix the issue.

Braedon loved the feeling of a job well done. Reclining back as the circuits ran perfectly and the tasks played out like a line of dominos falling one after one.

Corporate was like watching every step of his Rube Goldberg machine get interrupted by a whiney man in a suit named Todd or Larry. Made Braedon want to scream and tear down his perfectly built systems just so he could be the one to fuck it up.

The factory had been his life line.

It had been a simple invoice. A practical job that promised everything he could ask for. No boss criticizing his work at every step, chipping away at his confidence. No choking atmosphere to his work, watched by a hundred people in the building that thought their business degrees gave them insight on system design. Way more money than he ever thought possible for a blue-collar job. More than he was making at the moment in his bland yet expensive cubical.

There was a catch.

Braedon had no experience in anything outside of the digital world. He’d traded his body and health in exchange for his degrees. One couldn’t become as specialized as him without sacrificing the self-care that was so important in the labor required of a factory worker.

The factory knew that, but they had an easy fix.

Tony Abott had interviewed him. The singular original Tony Abott.

He was a prodigy in his own right. The industry wet dream. Ruggedly attractive and overly competent. Charismatic and eager to please.

He’d been honest with Braedon from the start. They had their hands in some strange technology and they needed even stranger candidates. Each selected for their unique physiologies and mental states that would make them perfect for their shared role.

Tony said that he’d been selected for his flexible sense of self and pathological loneliness. He’d been like Braedon, giving up his social life so he could be the best of the best. Was left hollow when he reached that height and started depersonalizing without staring himself in a mirror to remember that he existed.

Braedon had been selected after being profiled as similarly lost. Doctor’s notes demanding he eat anything that wasn’t processed. Caffeine and cigarettes letting him keep up with hundreds of email arguments over a simple fucking project. The gut twisting feeling of watching what that abuse did to his body, stealing away whatever youth was left and replacing it with something tired and boney. The hunger to be anything except for Braedon, who never wanted to be understood by another person as the gaping pit of rage and self-disgust that had taken root in his heart.

They were a match for each other and Braedon hadn’t cared for whatever physiological horror a happier person might see in this deal.

He’d quit his shitty corporate hell the next day and made his goodbyes to whatever people passed for tolerable in those minimalist nightmare hallways. Wished them good luck breathing recirculated air-conditioned smog as he got ready to breath real fucking air.

He’d arrived at his second “interview” a week later, having spent the last days wrapping up affairs and communicating with the labor board. The factory wasn’t doing anything shady and the government had needed to setup Braedon’s paperwork for his new life. Little benefits and tax write off as reward for joining the latest and greatest of industrial innovation. That alongside the mountain of appointments they’d needed to make for new identification as his old ID photos wouldn’t identify him for shit in the following day.

Tony had joined him for this “interview”. Dressed to his best in a soft dress shirt and new jeans. Boots barely broken into and a new watch. A professional shave and tussled hair atop a cap, branded with the company logo. A shining example compared to the loose clothes Braedon had been told to wear, making him look anything but a put together future coworker.

A second set of Tony’s exact outfit lay next to the door, atop a shoebox and a fancy new duplicate watch.

They’d made a toast to brotherhood, those two lonely men. Tony had supplied his favorite beer, cheap piss Budweiser. It went down watery and flat, nothing like the vodka tonics Braedon felt most suited to when he was in an alcoholic mood. The slight burn of it travelled down his throat, soothing yet peppery. It brought a head high like nothing else, feeling as if the golden liquid had flowed into his brain and body before it could even reach his stomach.

Alcohol didn’t feel like this, but this wasn’t exactly Alcohol.

Tony had tried to explain whatever biochemical cocktail was laced into the drink. It was all for the sake of complete transparency, they weren’t in the business of trickery. Something to do with forced recombination and stem cells. Braedon was a highly intelligent man, but there was a reason he’d never dipped into biology. Tony seemed the same, rattling off a scripted explanation that he had probably practiced time and time again to look like he understood what he was saying.

Braedon sipped his beer as Tony attempted small talk. They were very different people. Tony seemed awkward as if he felt judged by every little glance that Braedon gave him. Braedon was used to analyzing a person by now, searching for faults that he could use to his advantage. Braedon had been the kindest person at his old workplace but that had been a low bar and he had still become cruel. Braedon could see every way that Tony felt insecure around anyone but himself, as if he didn’t have every tool at his command to be a juggernaut.

The ichor in the drink flowed through Braedon’s neurons and there was a memory. A kid who wasn’t him being criticized at every turn for jobs he’d sworn he’d done correctly. Credit taken from a pre-teen for perfect machines that could cut production times by half. The same instances over and over, leaving a man desperately trying to prove himself to a system that would use him and give the patent to his boss. That despair and betrayal settled comfortably in the spaces of Braedon’s own memories.

Braedon grit his teeth in subtle rage. His jawline had broadened and his face itched and it felt good in some odd way. Matched that swelling feeling of righteous anger.

The ichor altered how Tony fit in his brain. The insecurity became more and more relatable with every swallow. A memory of the guy’s only partner calling him pathetic, using every shitty doubt Tony had confided to wicked abandon. The breakup replayed in the man’s mind like nothing else, a cacophony of how he was weak and annoying and awful in every way.

Braedon wanted to punch that piece of shit and laugh in their face. Braedon knew to heart what human garbage was and Tony was anything but. Braedon could feel the waves of Tony’s insecurity reach through his mind and falter in the wake of Braedon’s own memories. Braedon wished he could have someone like Tony, over eager to be romantic and prepare for anniversaries. Wished he could inject his own point of view on the guy’s memory of his part love and how jealous and narcissistic they actually were.

The Budweiser began to taste good. Braedon could remember the first time they’d drunk it. A trade school kid picking up the cheapest shit at the gas station on their twenty first, drinking as he carved away at a block of wood deep into the night. The carbonation had made the swill all the more comforting, a bitter spot against the peace of his work station. It tasted like shit, but the good type of shit. Fit him and his sweaty downtime, relaxing as he sculpted pine and oak into art.

At some point their conversation stopped being awkward. The words flowed better and better as Braedon felt understanding coating his mind. Nervous jokes became relatable and the nasty feeling that had sat at home in Braedon’s chest for so long felt like it was shrinking. He found himself chuckling at the stories Tony explained, remembering them in tandem with fresh eyes.

The times Tony had nearly burned down any number of mills and processing facilities. The rampant animals that added chaos to his life, including amongst their diversity a very confused bear and a unfortunately horny moose.

Braedon was crying with laughter as he and Tony pieced together how he’d pranked an old shitty supervisor. Braedon could practically hear that supervisor’s rage as his computer downloaded virus after virus, prompted by a helpful little auto-clicker that Tony had installed one late night after another unpaid bout of overtime.

Tony physically unwound as their conversation went on and the number of empty beer bottles increased. He no longer looked stiff in his new clothes, rather his relaxed muscles filled them out comfortably. His confidence changed him, his smile lighting up the room and his mood infectious.

Braedon hadn’t been gay before this, but a shift in his sexuality had been a part of the deal. Tony’s basic information had been open to him and a little pansexuality felt like a pretty good upgrade to Tony’s own deal.

Braedon could remember all the times Tony had felt wrong in the mirror melding into one. Picking apart himself for looking too old, too awkward and too fake. It was all insane of course, as Braedon could easily dissect. Braedon felt his own mind guide that fragment of Tony in his mind to see what he saw, forcing it to witness Braedon’s own perspective instead of that toxic mindset downloaded into the guy since his father had disowned him.

Braedon could feel all his own shit get digested into the well of personality inside his head. Not destroyed exactly, but reorganized. His own insecurities broken down by the logic of Tony Abott as the logic of Braedon Santoro did the same in turn. Fast tracking therapy with only a couple bottles of booze.

He could feel his own memories of coding alone slot next to Tony’s life of construction. The things that made Tony burned brighter in his mind compared to his own pieces, but they were never devoured. Braedon felt himself begin to lurk behind the soul of the man in front of him, but it wasn’t anything like a mask.

The deal hadn’t been to bury Braedon beneath Tony. Braeden would still be there but the man that Tony was would predominate. Tony would trade him his individuality in exchange for this new self. Braeden would give up his old life in exchange for an equal claim to this new identity.

Braeden became Tony, from inside out as the beer coated his tongue like cold nectar. Felt himself become saturated with the man, siphoning every bit of his personality into his soul, feeling the ichor in his blood tremble as it changed the body to fit the mind.

His scrawny body filled with density, calories from the beer being more than efficiently transformed into muscle fibers and sturdy bones. The tar in his lungs dwindled and he breathed clearly. Tony had never smoked a single day in his life and the man that was once Braeden savored the feeling. Savored the experience of having lived a life with more than microwaved meals, even if that life had its own many faults.

The loose clothing filled, his sweatshirt and sweatpants becoming oversized. He’d taken his shoes off prior to his first drink to Tony’s recommendation. Tony had larger feet than him as well as larger everything. Even his pants fit differently, filled much differently than they were before.

It was strange to no longer identify with a name, but he couldn’t think of himself anymore as Braeden. It didn’t fit anymore, supplanted by the name of the man in front of him. It wasn’t just that man’s name anymore, they shared it now.

They needed to share more than that.

Interviews should never go where they took it, but interviews rarely meddled with identity on such a scale. Tony had more understanding for the man in front of him than anyone else and the call to act on it was irresistible.

It happened when the man that was once Braeden began to strip his clothes off, forgoing the last thing that differentiated him from the other. They’d planned to don him in matching clothes and continue their conversation with the last of the prescripted beers. Head to the facility’s temporary doctor to confirm a success.

Tony had joked that he’d only felt this comfortable with another man once. The new Tony had replied that he knew and the part of Braeden permanently at his core flirted. Some charged comment that made them both blush, something about how it would be easier for them to match if Tony just took off his clothes.

They’d been awkward in it, because how couldn’t someone be awkward masturbating like that. A whole other body added to the scheme, even if that body was one you’d always known. They’d forgotten to remove the clothes of the first Tony entirely, so caught up in the feeling of that lockstep of their shared bodies working as one. Whatever was done would be mimicked in turn, a duet in symmetrical motion.

They’d finished together and the awkwardness dissolved. Both no longer held back by the fear of judgment from the other, when they functioned like two parts of the same being.

They’d gotten dressed together, tying their boots up and pulling their shirts on. An entirely new outfit that both Tonys reveled in without the presence of strangers making them second guess it. The one that was still Braeden in memory could feel the twist of amusement at their preening, his heart racing as he looked at his new twin. Braeden had never strongly cared for his appearance, but the sensation of feeling good in his new boots and new jeans was exhilarating compared to the apathy of before.

They’d headed to the doctor together, excitement in every step. With a clean bill of health and permission to continue on with the next man the following day, they were a force of nature.

One became two. Two prepared for three to become one. Three identical men lining up identification and licenses for a factory’s worth of them. Buying clothes in mass to handle a platoon of them.

The first Tony became lost in the crowd and it felt good. Most people weren’t cut out to spread their sense of self across so many. Tony seemed built for it, the pressure of being the best dulled to nothing as he became part of the best. Seeing numerous of himselves discover their identity as a group in their work and downtime. Using the memories of the men they once were to build upon what it meant to be Tony Abott.

They’d bring all kinds of folks home and show them what it was like to be with them. Give the few a taste of a whole world of confidence built through reinforcement. Strings became strong when wrapped into a rope and they were a realized person together.

Tony Abott, operating Abott Inc. Alone yet definitely not.

Pictures taken from Construction Bros series by GymDreams on Deviantart.

[fictionsoul]

Masterlist

I noticed that I have enough stories to begin with this post. So I'll list them just for the sake of keep an order in my blog/account.

Rules for request

YESUNG

It's like home: The sweetnes of the night guides your steps and conversation to a place that feels just like being in home.

A promise in the night: After an successful concert both of you go to home but your tired boyfriend begins to make sweet promises full of tender words and little affection displays.

A bit of inspiration: Yesung stuck in a creative block but you give him a hand to solve it in a sweet way.

Behind the scenes: Through a TV show you confess your feelings for a Super Juior member. While the show keeps going, Yesung will developing feels for you too. Will it be enough for you?

Part-time in your heart: The part-time employee at the mouserabbit take a full time job in Yesung's heart.

Under the rain: In a stormy and bored day you have a perfect plan to spend the day in a creative way.

Like a couple: You and Yesung keep acting like a couple without knowing it until your friends starts making jokes an laugh about the situation.

The pain of guilt: Trying to clean up Yesung's work area, you ruin a treasure that is very valuable to him. Full of guilt you try to get forgiveness from the singer.

Sick but in love: After a chaotic night you fall sick and your private doctor will have to take care of you.

Free time, free love: Yesung and you take a vacation that forces you out of your routine.

Over-relaxed: Yesung gives you an PDA by mistake.

Tipsy chit-chat: All day long Yesung tries to get close to you but you're so distracted that you don't notice what's going on around you. Your carefree attitude towards his feelings tests him at every turn, causing his jealousy to come to the surface at unexpected moments.

I promise you: A chilhood-friends to lovers plot

Isn't just a kiss: Yesung takes you by surprise with a kiss but you don't kiss him back, this causes a rift between the two of you.

The worst way to say it: Yesung has taken the courage to confess his feelings, however almost all of his attempts fails.

How many times can he fall in love?: A small glimpse of the things that made Yesung fall in love with you.

Sunny day: Craving for some ice cream, you find yourself in the middle of recording an episode for Yessay. Fortune is on your side and you not only get to enjoy dessert but also the idol's company.

Too good yet too sad: Yesung had had a bad day, one of those days when it seemed like everything was going wrong and even the sun was rising on the wrong side. But then there was you, who was too sensitive and ended up needing a shoulder to cry on.

Make a wish: After a tiring workday, Yesung tries to cheer you up by taking you for a walk in a park to make wishes at a fountain.

Fixed: Your computer fails to turn on and your growing desperation forces you to get down to work trying to repair what is not working, but that's what your roommate is there for. Who else will help you to repair what is broken?

Stars, fire and you: A friendship of years and you have a sudden reunion due to a program that will record every detail of your interaction, Yesung gladly accepts the invitation without knowing what fate has in store for you two.

Wrong date: Your friend arranges a blind date with a kpop idol, however that person thinks they are in the middle of a drama casting and acts their best until you both realize that you met for completely different topics, thus making way for a fictional romance or perhaps a real one.

I'm not afraid: While you are shooting a video outside, the members challenge you to go to a place where all your fears gathered and Yesung is the only one willing to do something to help you.

Let's celebrate: During Yesung's birthday celebrations, the idol ends up entering a coffee shop where he finds the love of his life and a surprise party just for him.

Chuseok series PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, THE END: It's Chuseok and neither you nor Yesung have to work, so you have all the time in the world to spend the days together.

Dreaming about you: A repetitive dream leads Yesung to meet the love of his life.

Into the war: You defend Yesung from negative comments on social media and he finds out.

Trying too hard: You've lost count of times you've tried to make Yesung aware of your feelings but either he's too blind or simply indifferent to them.

Follow your own advice: In the SM dorms some people need advice to find their ideal partner and Yesung, feeling the most responsible there, decides to be helpful.

A matter of instincts: Yesung has the instinct to always protect you, no matter if it is something silly, he is there for you.

Undercover mission PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5:You and Yesung will work together as undercover agents to dismantle an art dealing ring that has been affecting the Korean government.

Take a breath: You'd had a stressful and exhausting day, but Yesung always has the right words to comfort you and make you feel alive again.

From a distance: After an argument due to the nature of Yesung's work, you manage to rebuild a relationship that seemed destined to fail.

A mermaid's voice: An enigmatic encounter ends with a pleasant agreement between two souls committed to music.

Unexpected reaction: Yesung is so oblivious that he always forgets his keys at home, until he realizes that he has also forgotten something else.

Is this love?: Super Junior members try to make Yesung realize their feelings through an internet quiz.

Surprise!: You and Yesung finally start living together, but your best friend has a truly unexpected surprise for you.

Shared memories: Yesung tells you his version of the story of how the two of you shared your first kiss, however nothing matches the memory you had of that moment.

The best place in the world: After your hard work for the musical play, Yesung will give you a tender reward

The dragon who conquered the sky PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4: SM's Special Forces Program had demanded the presence of its best soldiers. An idol capable of molding clouds to his convenience and you, a rockstar capable of commanding a legion of dragons needed to join forces to save your world from imminent doom.

A little bit of silence: A sleepless night and the desire to spend time together finally find their place and moment.

Father to be: The pregnancy test trembled along with your hands, you took a deep breath and the two lines turned your world upside down.

A rookie's path: The entertainment industry is demanding and competitive, with new groups constantly emerging and others falling into oblivion. That's why newcomers sometimes need to listen to advice from their seniors.

[strawbubbysugar]

So(u)l Chapter 2

Chapter 2!! :3c time for Y/N to make their first appearance! Here's the AO3 link to read it there as well! https://archiveofourown.org/works/48206098/chapters/121565137#workskin -------

“What does this image make you think of?”

You fidgeted nervously with your fingers, taking in and examining the image being shown to you by the interviewer. It was the sun, bright and shiny on a cloudless day.

“Er ..” you paused. Did they want your honest answer, or your interview answer? .. you were probably going to give them your honest one.

“Warm. Hah, obviously.” You chuckled nervously. “But also a little overwhelming? I’m more of a night owl, if I’m being honest.” You smiled, hoping that would get you extra brownie points. The job had been labelled as being after hours, so hopefully being a night owl was a checkmark in your column for being hired.

You needed this job. You DESPERATELY needed this job. You were in your mid 20’s, and every other person you knew .. it felt like they already figured out their lives. They knew who they were, what they were doing, where they were headed.. While you felt like you were floating through life, especially once you’d graduated. You didn’t know why you’d gone for an engineering degree, you were never one for structured schooling and .. well, that was about as structured as it got. Besides being a doctor. But you kind of were a doctor! Just for computers.

You imagined a robot in a hospital gown with a thermometer in its exhaust vent and a giggly smile tried to force its way onto your face. You held it down- no. This was a serious job interview.

This was going to be your big break. You were applying to be an engineer for fazbear entertainment, specifically for the massive, all powerful Freddy fazbear’s mega pizzaplex. Getting to put your degree to use by repairing and upkeeping the impressive animatronics housed inside a giant amusement park would be like a dream come true. Not only would you feel like you hadn’t wasted your money and time on your degree, you’d get to see the insanely cool robots, see how they worked up close- maybe even get to peek at the code that allowed for them to be so advanced!

You’d never had a chance to visit the pizzaplex before- it was .. significantly out of your budget, and you couldn’t justify spending an entire paycheck on a single day somewhere. Even if it was a super cool arcade slash indoor amusement park slash laser tag slash.. jeez, you could keep going! You knew, in the back of your mind, how terrible the company was. Of course you did. You weren’t stupid. The rumours that piled up around the company were uncountable, and they grew by the day, to the point where it was hard to tell if people were just making them up to jump on the bandwagon.

They did make you a little nervous. As did the idea of working for such a large monopoly- one that you’d found out during the interviewing process wouldn’t have you interacting with many other coworkers. Out of a lack of need, given their robots, or out of a high turnover rate.. you couldn’t tell.

Long nights, all alone, surrounded only by animatronic robots and the liminal space of a completely empty entertainment centre. No interruptions for small talk. Maybe even getting to enjoy some attractions after hours.. was that scary?

.. nah. That still sounded like a dream.

You were snapped out of your thoughts by the interviewer clearing her throat. “Did you hear me?” She asked.

You blinked, glancing to the image she had on her screen, currently turned to face you. It was the moon, on a clear night, small silvery stars shining around it. You smiled again, your best ‘please god hire me’ smile, and nodded. You hadn’t heard her, but you could take a wild guess as to what she’d asked.

“Calm.” You responded. “Relaxing. Is that the same as calm? Peaceful. Er- kind of just- being a thesaurus here.” You rambled, continuing to smile. You didn’t know what made you always feel like you had to fill silences, but it was hard to escape the urge. “Oh- uh- did you need anything .. more?”

This was weird. This was *really* weird, right? These were the type of questions you’d get asked in a therapists office, not at a job interview. It was fairly invasive, and was this lady even qualified to determine what they meant? Even you didn’t delve that deep into your own psyche. Surely they were allowed to, if they were asking. The Fazbear corporation didn’t seem like the type to leave themselves open to being sued. So it had to be .. at least *somewhat* legal.

You didn’t wait for her to repeat the same question question as she began pulling up the next image. “If I can talk about the sun one again-“ you started nervously, worried now that you’d made the wrong impression. “I think it makes me think of .. friends? Like- the feeling of being with someone. Comfortable- like-“

She cut you off before you got too poetic, showing an image of an alligator next. “What does this make you think of?” She asked, before beginning to type out her notes on your first two responses.

You raised an eyebrow. An alligator? … you had a strong feeling she was asking about your gut instinct, but you couldn’t help but feel like she was trying to see what you’d instinctively feel about the glamrocks. After all, you’d be spending a lot of time with them. You’d get to know them, hopefully, and see how they were able to be so lifelike.

You chewed your lip in thought, deciding to say the first thing that came to mind. “Respect. I mean, they haven’t evolved past what they are right now in.. hundreds of thousands of years- you gotta respect that. They’ve found their niche and they really stuck to it. Almost like crabs. Oh- did you know-“ you cut yourself off with a big smile, biting your tongue. “.. respect. Yes.”

An interview was no time for fun facts, as much as it pained you to not begin your tangent on carcinization.

She nodded, ignoring the sentence you’d left hanging. She pulled up an image of a chicken next. You almost laughed. It felt so silly to be being quizzed on this, about how you felt about the real world counterparts to the very much not realistic robots.

You wondered for a moment why they’d shown you the sun and moon first. Maybe they were testing if you really would be able to handle a night shift.

“Cute.” You began thoughtfully. “And super underrated as pets. They’re really good for your lawn, too. They eat .. bugs.” You smiled sheepishly after almost telling her another fun fact. So much smiling- not that you weren’t already an incredibly smiley person, but your cheeks were starting to hurt.

She typed out her notes, taking a worryingly long time before showing the next image. A wolf. A stock image you were sure you’d seen on the shirt of a very cool grandma you’d seen at a bus stop once.

“Cool. I mean- obviously. That’s .. that’s kinda the standard opinion on wolves, huh? Man’s old best friend. Cool. And respectable. Like- I respect them. As a creature.”

She raised an eyebrow slightly, but otherwise didn’t reveal her opinion on your opinions. More typing, before showing the grizzly bear.

“Pizza.” You said firmly. The interviewer blinked slowly. “.. it .. I mean, I think bear, I think Freddy, I think pizza.” Your smile wobbled, as you could feel your joke falling flat.

“… strong.” You eventually relented to her calm silence. “… there’s a lot of stuff you can relate to bears, uh. Is that good?”

She nodded, apparently much more approving of this answer as she typed it out.

“This is the last image before the final questions we have for you, please let us know what you think about this image.”

You craned your head to see, as she hadn’t turned it quite far enough to be able to see it without the glare from the window masking it. It was a gigantic spider, one of those ones you hear about being in Australia. The reason why kids programming there can’t say spiders are friendly and shouldn’t be squished.

“… uh.” You glanced up at her then back to the screen. “Cool also.” It wasn’t a lie. A spider that big was cool, even if it was equally terrifying and making you itchy just to look at it.

She nodded, turning the monitor back to herself and typing out her last notes for that section. “Thank you.”

You nodded again back to her, beginning to feel like a bit of a bobble head, tapping your fingers on your knees as you leaned back. Whew. That was certainly more interesting than the half hour you’d had to talk about your qualifications.

She continued typing before glancing back to you, speaking as she finished up. “Have you met your soulmate?”

You blinked a few times at the question. Of course. Of course she would ask that. That was all anybody cared about. Even in a job interview. After the psychotherapy questions, you really should’ve been more prepared for this.

“… are you legally allowed to ask that?” You tried to joke, throat suddenly feeling very dry.

“Yes. It’s a standard question, we ask since people your age usually begin experiencing the signals and that can interfere with work. We like to know so we know if we need to expect several days or weeks off in order to find your partner at some point and get acquainted before returning to work.”

You picked at a loose thread on your jeans, smile slowly turning more forced. “Oh, you don’t have to worry about that. I don’t have one. I haven’t had any signals.”

She raised an eyebrow again. “.. none? Even children get-“

“Yep!” You interrupted, embarrassed talking about this to a complete stranger. “I’m colourblind, so.”

She’d been entirely stoic this entire interview, but that suddenly changed as she flushed, feeling embarrassed herself upon realizing how deeply she’d intruded. “Oh- I’m sorry. It’s so rare we- we don’t usually-“

“It’s okay!” You interrupted again, this time to save her from her embarrassment. “It is pretty rare! I’m alright, I’ve had a long time to come to terms with it. It just means you guys will get one hundred percent of my attention.” You nodded, smiling wide. “Even if I did have a soulmate, they’d have to come to me. But I don’t! I’m pretty sure I don’t. I’ve never felt any tugs, or anything. I know other colourblind people can feel the more uh.. tangible signals. But .. I’ve never felt em! So. No harm no foul!”

She gave you a pleasant, professional smile, eager to finish this awkward conversation. “Alright. Last question- how soon can you start?”

You blinked, before beaming. “I-immediately!” You answered as soon as your mind caught up to the implication. “As soon as you need me! .. does this mean I’m hired?”

You just had to confirm. To make sure. You had a terrible habit of assuming things, and this was something you really had to make sure of.

“Your resume was .. impressive, in terms of your schooling. You’ve done a lot of retail gigs, so I know you can work well with schedules. You answered all the questions satisfactorily, and your responses to the instinct questions were.. well. Interesting.” She paused. “In a good way. So, yes. I’ll need to run it by the head engineer, and a few other higher ups, but between you and me I say.. welcome to the Fazbear family.”

You jumped out of your chair, pumping your fists in pure delight and excitement. “Yes!! Yesyesyesyes!!” You cheered.

It took a few moments for your excitement to die down before you took your seat again, clearing your throat. “I look forward to working with you.” You held out your hand, very professionally.

She took it, shaking it firmly. “I’ll send you an email by the end of tonight to let you know if we’ll move forward. Come to the pizzaplex tomorrow at 10 pm, and I’ll make sure someone gives you a tour.”

You were beside yourself with delight, nodding over and over, almost enough to make you dizzy. You could finally start building your life, figuring yourself out- and it all started tomorrow at 10, if your luck held out. You hoped it would.

[zombified-queer]

I find it important to mention that writing all this is actually helping me finish my sudoku. I get bored waiting for the response so I pop up the sudoku and I am powering through the events rn 💪

On another note, Prowl. Uhhh I think Prowl should play sudoku while he gets fucked! Man if you can't be interesting enough for his super computer brain he's gonna occupy himself eith silly number game. On another note it is considered a grand achievement to fuck Prowl so good he doesn't even boot up sudoku afterwards!!! Congrats, you broke him. Now you have to put him back together before the next mission.

Aside from that, maybe ratchet should find a way to shut whirl up while he's in the medbay, because I'm sure whirl does his very best to be as annoying as possible when he's getting repaired. Yknow, as with a little creativity and a curtain, you'd never know he's there! Ratchet provides only the best care for his patients, after all ☺️ (whirls pretty sure he's going to need to be carried out by the time he's done "healing")

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SUDOKU LMAOOOO. To be fair, I have to run some errands.

Tbh? I’ve never really been interested in Prowl. I’m glad people are having fun with him though. I think it’s funny when people fuck him up lol.

WHIRLYBIRD MY BELOVED NUISANCE! There’s GOT to be ways to shut down that motormouth being so annoying and sighing dramatically and being just a nuisance. And then Ratchet turns off his vocalizer and oh no that’s hot actually. Come back, hot doctor and give it to our favorite bird like he likes it!!

[the-golden-comet]

Happy STS! Since it was World Day Of The Sick this week, what medical specialties would your OCs go into in a hospital AU, and what would their bedside manner be like with their patients?

Happy STS Alina! 💛✨ World Day Of The Sick is today? Huh. Fitting that I have been in bed with a fever all this week 😅

Ali would probably be a surgeon—he can repair pretty much any part of someone’s body with his magic, and would do so with a calm and happy demeanor. An ideal manner to have when patients are potentially facing a life-threatening condition. Having him there to calm and soothe the patient would make him one of the best ✨

Noah would most likely be an RN, and a grumpy one at that. Take the blood pressure, enter the chart notes, “the doctor will see you soon” kind of shortness. Just there to do his job and enter the numbers into the computer.

Benji would be main receptionist, same disposition as Noah. He’s there to help check patients in, dot his I’s, cross his t’s, and get you seen ASAP. But, he’s not going to be incredibly cordial about it.

Peter….now this guy is a fun one. He’s the family doctor that sounds like he’s totally unqualified, but somehow his treatments miraculously work a la House MD type of luck. “Here. Take three of these and call me in the morning. Oh, what are they? Pain meds, of course. I highly advise you don’t take them with alcohol…though if you do, don’t operate any vehicles. Believe me. You should feel right as rain in a few hours.”

Thank you for the ask, and Happy STS!! 🫖✨

[sitp-recs]

Anime Recs Pt 3

Hello hello! I’ve been sick on and off this month and had a blast revisiting my fave anime for this rec series. Following the queer friendly list and the sports anime list, I finally bring a selection of BL (boys love) titles. Most are Japanese 🇯🇵 except for Mignon 🇰🇷 and Tian Guan Ci Fu 🇨🇳 I’m not gonna lie, there’s a fair amount of adult themes and hardcore angst here, but you’ll also find sweet romance and a couple coming-of-age stories. One of my favorites from this list - Ai No Kusabi - is an old classic (I recommend the 1992 OVA series over the 2012 remake) and the quality is not the best, but all other shows are pretty recent and can be found online or on Crunchyroll. I initially planned for this to be my third and final rec list, but I got a few additional recs in the action/fantasy genre for a potential new list, if anyone’s interested? Stay tuned!

1. Ai no Kusabi (dystopian, tragedy)

Summary: This futuristic tale is set in a world ruled by a super computer Jupiter, where its cyborg creations, the Elites, rule over the human populace. Iason Mink, a high-class "Blondy" elite from the capital runs into Riki, a "Mongrel" from the slums, and makes him his "Pet". As Riki learns of the dangers Iason faces by keeping him, he finds himself developing feelings for his master.

2. Banana Fish (mafia, tragedy)

Summary: Set primarily in New York City in the 1980s, the series follows street gang leader Ash Lynx as he uncovers a criminal conspiracy involving "banana fish", a mysterious drug that brainwashes its users. In the course of his investigation he encounters Eiji Okumura, a Japanese photographer's assistant with whom he forms a close bond.

3. Doukyuusei (movie - school, romance)

Summary: Rihito Sajo, an honor student with a perfect score on the entrance exam and Hikaru Kusakabe, in a band and popular among girls, would have never crossed paths. Until one day they started talking at the practice for their school’s upcoming chorus festival.

4. Given (school, music)

Summary: High schooler Ritsuka Uenoyama is the guitarist for a band composed of himself, bassist Haruki Nakayama, and drummer Akihiko Kaji. He becomes a reluctant guitar teacher to Mafuyu Satō, a shy classmate, after repairing the broken strings on Mafuyu's Gibson ES-330. See also: Given movie.

5. Mignon (short series - vampire romance + the hottest smut you’ll see today!!!!🥵)

Summary: Centered on BL Vampire themes, the story portrays Mignon, an underground fighter in love with his doctor, who is coincidentally a vampire. The doctor's revelation triggers complications as their relationship unfolds.

6. Saezuru Tori Wa Habatakanai | Twittering Birds Never Fly (movie - mafia, drama)

Summary: The sexually masochistic yakuza boss, Yashiro, isn't the type to warm up to others easily. But when Chikara Doumeki, his newly hired bodyguard, catches his interest, he reconsiders his "hands-off" policy with subordinates. See also the side story: Don’t Stay Gold.

7. Sasaki and Miyano (school, romance)

Summary: Shy and easily flustered Miyano harbors an embarrassing secret - he is a "fudanshi", a boy who likes boys' love manga. Intrigued, the clueless delinquent Sasaki requests to borrow one, marking a shift in their strange dynamic.

8. Tiān Guān Cì Fú | Heaven’s Official Blessing (romance)

Summary: Crown Prince Xie Lian ascends to the heavens for the third time as the laughing stock among all three realms. On his first task, he meets a mysterious ghost who rules the ghosts and terrifies the heavens, yet, unbeknownst to Xie Lian, this ghost king has been paying attention to him for a very, very long time.

9. Umibe No Étranger (movie - romance)

Summary: On an island off the coast of Okinawa, two young men meet on a beach. Shun Hashimoto is gay and aspires to be a novelist. He is interested in Mio Chibana, a somber high school student, and starts to flirt with him. Day by day, the two of them grow closer, but then, suddenly, Mio decides to leave the island.

10. Yuri!!! On ICE (sports, romance)

Summary: Japanese figure skater Yuri Katsuki faces a crushing defeat during the Grand Prix finals and heads home, unsure of whether or not he wishes to continue his skating career. After a video of Yuri mimicking Russian figure skater Victor Nikiforov's routine goes viral, Victor decided to become Yuri's coach, much to the dismay of his coach, his fans, and his fellow Russian skater Yuri Plisetsky.

[abubblingcandle]

For Word Game Wednesday, how about Imagine, Shape and/or Change?

Imagine - from the untitled RoyJamie Bingo Tattoo fic

“Absolutely not!” Roy exclaimed. “Why not!” Jamie yelled back, still holding the sharpie out at the end of his fingers. “You said my right foot was kissed by god. I thought it would be sweet,” Jamie pouted, bottom lip sticking out in a way that usually made Roy acquiesce to anything that the prick wanted but not this. “It is, and that’s exactly the problem. Imagine if something happens to it?” Roy growled. Jamie huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “Val’s the best. She did all these fine,” he nods his head to his arm. “Yeah but that’s not your legs,” Roy groaned, massaging his temples with one hand as Jamie refused to back down. “It’ll be fine,” he whined. “Your right leg is insured for seventy mil Jamie!” Roy shouted.

Shape - from Where the Hell is the Karma? Ch4

“Jamie is in rough shape. I am not going to beat around the bush with you but there is nothing that won’t be fixed in time. His hands and wrists are the worst of it. They were serious lacerations that went a while without treatment. We think there may be some nerve damage in his hands but surgery can be done to repair it or the nerves will repair themselves in time. He lost a lot of blood and we are replenishing it now,” he gestured to the IV, pausing the morose list. “The wounds to his head were not major but there is likely post-concussion syndrome. The main thing that we are concerned about is undernutrition and the loss of body mass. As I’m sure you know,” his eyes flickered to Roy, “Jamie’s body was used to high intensity exercise and a high calorie intake. Even with a reduction in exercise, Jamie’s body was burning a lot more calories than he was taking in. He has lost a lot of weight and muscle mass. We will have a better picture when he wakes up,” the doctor finished with a little sigh.

Change - from God Forbid You Leave Me (like everybody else did) Ch1

“I want you to hear me out before you laugh but I want to offer for you to come stay with me for a little bit,” Higgins broke the tense silence. “You what mate,” Jamie gawped, unable to decide if he should laugh, smack Higgins round the head or discharge himself against medical advice. In the end he decided to just gawp. “You look like you need a change,” Higgins smiled, Jamie just continued to stare. His brain just didn’t compute. That was such a stupid suggestion that Jamie couldn’t even come up with an acceptable response. “I hate to see someone hurt and I think you could do with some time out of Manchester while you can’t train. A little holiday so to speak,” he added, presumably when Jamie didn’t look like he was capable of answering. “That’s mad,” Jamie eventually stammered out. Maybe it was the painkillers talking hold, he was on the really good stuff so this could easily be a painkiller induced fever dream. Maybe Higgins wasn’t even here and this was all some batshit hallucination.

[whovianwatchingstartrek]

A Whovian Watches Star Trek for the First Time: Part 115 - Starship of Babel

Star Trek: Discovery - Season 2 Episode 4 - An Obol for Charon

Today's episode opens with not a resolution to any of the immediate ends to what was happening last episode, but with Discovery beaming Pike's First officer on board, "Number One" from the Q&A Short Trek and also went unnamed in the Cage. She still doesn't get an actual name here.

We get a bit of an update about Enterprise's situation, things are still in desperate need of repair, and we find out that Number One has also been doing a bit of digging into Spock's situation, however Pike is drawn away before details can be discussed.

Down in Engineering Paul Stamets and Sylvia Tilly are looking after "May". The creature still seems to be clued into Sylvia's emotions in some way, which is interesting. Sylvia goes on a mini speech about how she wasn't the best friend to the real May as a kid, and the fungal creature reaches out and sort of forms a hand. It's a scene kinda touching and kinda creepy. I'm really interesting in this Fungal creature and what motives are, and how it works.

In the ready room, some of the staff are discussing the Red Angel. No federation known species matches it's appearance. Apparently Saru is suffering a cold. This conversation is a nice bit of recap, but it doesn't really amount to much that we didn't already know about the Red Angel. Pike enters and dismisses everyone except Michael, so can finally talk about Spock stuff. Apparently Number One had retrieved the path that Spock's shuttle took after escaping the psychiatric facility, and Discovery is already on an intercept course. Michael immediately asks to be excused from this mission, due to the unknown trauma she caused him. Pike starts a bit of a pep talk to Michael, but Discovery is then slammed to a hault, and left in front of this giant red swirling ball of something.

And then the intro plays. I've noticed this a lot with Discovery, but it's Cold Opens are really long.

After the Intro, we gather to discuss what this thing is, and then suddenly everyone is speaking different languages! This fun little premise, and I kinda wish the whole no-one can understand eachother bit lasted a bit longer, but after a bit of confusion, Saru is called to the bridge. It's previously established that Saru knows a lot of languages, so he's definetly going to be the MVP here. Of course, he still has a cold, so he's gonna have to fight through that. He gets the Universal translator back online, but the rest of the Bridge's systems are still scrambled through other languages.

Apparently the rest of the ship is unaffected though, Engineering is still perfectly functional. We get a fun little spat between Paul and the more traditional Engineer we picked up in episode 1, which I thought was fun. As everyone scrambles to repair Discovery, the Computer Virus runs through more of the ships systems. Paul, Sylvia and Reno end up trapped in the Spore Drive control room, with the "May" Creature, which latches onto Sylvia. The Bridge is loosing control of everything, and Saru's illness take a turn for the worse. Internal communications are also knocked out

I've said it before with Enterprise, but I love how Star Trek depicts chaotic all hands on deck moments, where everyone is dashing about in the background trying to stabilise things. This is no exception, and I'm absolutely loving how we're seeing this confusion across the entire ship, more than just The Bridge and Engineering, which was often the case for Enterprise.

Down in Sickbay, Saru is really anxious to report any symptoms to the ship's doctor. After a bit of coaxing however, we find out this is more than a simple cold: Apparently it's a unique condition among Kelpiens, and apparently it's going to kill him. This ties into his Short Trek from before we Started Discovery. Apparently, whatever the sphere is, it's causing the same response as that crystal which selected Kelpiens to be slaughtered. This process is called Vahar'ai, and will either kill him, or make him succumb to madness. Saru has an idea on how to fight back against the computer virus, albiet in a very weak way, but it would slow the progress and give the crew a little bit of time to regain control, and Michael moves off to enact this digital antibody plan. Saru accepts that he is dying, and moves out to help Michael out.

While Michael and Saru are working on this, we get a really nice heart to heart between them about the nature of Saru's culture and how he thinks he just isn't built to keep fighting in the way Michael does. This is probably the best time to note that I love what the make-up department have done with him this episode. The way he walks with kind of a weird lean this episode, the perspiration on his face looks just great. This one on one scene was definetly the best part of the episode for me, I love digging into characters like this and Saru's unique relationship with the universe as a member of a species that are basically livestock animals is so fascinating to me.

With the spore-drive gang, May is apparently influencing May's thoughts. Apparently it's pumping a hallucinogen into her to calm her, although Paul and Reno have different ideas of what it's motives are. Michael ends up heading to engineering to ask them reactivate shields, unaware of their current situation. Engineering of course can't do anything at the moment, they're locked out of all systems, and Sylvia is dropping in and out of conciousness. Paul has a great idea. What he's gonna do is rework a part of the spore drive interface to let may hijack Sylvia's nervous system, and this is explained better in the episode and makes more sense there. But it will let us communicate with may, and Michael thinks something similar might be happening with the sphere, and the Virus could be a form of communication.

Michael shares this theory with Saru, and he deduces that the Sphere is trying to communicate the fact that it was dying, and wants to be remembered. Pike accepts this, and lowers the shields to accept the transmission, but I love that he still has a back-up plan in place.

Meanwhile with May, the process isn't working, and they start proposing makeshift surgery to make the communication process easier, and the whole trepanning thing felt like unnecessary trauma for my poor Neurodivergent girl, but the episode goes thankfully is quick with it. Once communication is established, May reveals her motives. Apparently she views the Discovery's use of the Mycelium network as invasive, and plans to kill Paul, and is now effectively holding Sylvia hostage to that end.

Unfortunately, Saru is still suffering symptoms, and I actually thought they fully kill him here and I was crying, him reminiscing about his sister while asking Michael to sever his Ganglia, and paralleling his relationship to his sister with Michael's relationship to Spock broke my heart. I don't particularly like death fake outs, but I love Saru, so I'm kinda happy that happened here. Also, it means were might be able explore a new side of Saru soon, because apparently without his Ganglia fear is no longer his primary drive, so I'm excited to see where they take him. Also on a side note, I love the design of his quarters.

At the end of the episode we're left with Sylvia being taken into the spore network by May as our cliffhanger.

This has been my favourite episode of Season 2 so far, it had a lot of fun moments, I loved parallel situations between the Bridge crew and the Engineering crew. The many touching scenes with Saru here were great. I loved this one.

[1stupidrat]

Learned Mortality Artwork Thread | Episode 17-20

Spoilers ahead for the artwork that appeared in these episodes of Learned Mortality; please watch them first before you read this post!

Learned Mortality has been really heating up as of late so you should really check these episodes out, they're some of my best work ^-^

Starting with episode 17, we saw the retrieval (or rather, discovery) of the care package requested in the early game, crashed into the Marine Lab.

The only new artwork in this episode is the red form of the Jellyfish frostbitten, as seen below.

These frostbitten are found leeching from electrical wires and machinery, their polyps containing a threateningly high level of stored energy. To quote the party; they suck.

Next up we have Night 10's artwork. The good doctor has come to negotiate, and the party engages in a tense but very revealing conversation. To ensure things go well, a new frostbitten appears alongside the good doctor.

This being, warped in coral and holding a bright white flag, appeared by the Doctor's side in the encounter. Nothing else is currently known about it.

Despite the Doctor's cease-fire, Elessar and Val found their way into the Garden of Chains, the Good Doctor's base of operations. Within the large chamber, they found two new sights... a massive frostbitten and the real form of the doctor himself.

Hundreds of rejected forms of the Good Doctor, either broken beyond repair or currently regenerating, all forced into infinite life by the Millenium AI. The Good Doctor has gathered them here in one place in the Garden of Chains.

Next up, day 11, the party goes to the 25th hour to get Bolt's opinion on the situation.

Since Bolt was never supposed to be a visual aspect of the campaign, I never finished his design. This update visually defines him a place in the world and fully realizes how his personality ties into his design. I'm quite happy with it.

And after another Duncan rolls a 1 moment, we rush right into the Mad as Hell ACT 3 encounter. Here are all of the artworks that showed up at the end of episode 19 and during episode 20.

Mad as Hell ACT 3, earth and lightning, the miasma of static electricity, and the one controlling the giant class to act out as a rogue frostbitten.

The hands were confirmed to be part of the giant, now known to be [In the Year 2525].

In its head stands a projector equipped with tragedy from all over time. One of those tragedies stays close.

Professor Black Ice, or "the virus", is a self replicating computer virus from the future. For some reason, it is attempting to look just like Milli...

And finally the party encountered the mental forms of the Good Doctor within the 25th hour. What appears to be Camilia's original personality, and a much more serious and humorless Bliss.

And finally some concept art.

Thanks for reading the post, hope you all enjoy the rest of Learned Mortality, see y'all in the next one ^-^

~Tali

[teekays]

For the ask thing … np 💗💗💗

NP... thank you i was hoping someone would ask this one i have a LOT to say. clocking in to my shift at the she/her-ing male professional athletes factory

First impression

first impression was Wow Pretty but also i was not a flyers appreciator at the time so i was like well. okay. whatever. it was right around the time of the vegas trade and i was doubly not a vegas appreciator so even tho she was sooo gorg i wasn't super invested. also at one point between like getting into hockey and getting into tknp i made a joke tweet abt how we need an nhl player who listens to car seat headrest and one of my mutuals was like "we already have that it's nolan patrick" and that was like... a flame held to my soul. the interest really sparked there

Impression now

my best friend. my beaft. i think she is wildly misunderstood by a lot of people but the people who Get It really and truly get it... she's a princess she's just some guy she's a bitch she's a lover she's a child she's a mother she's a sinner she's a saint. i love it when girls are kind of mean and love to lie and get embarrassed over the tiniest things like having normal human emotions and they actually care so much despite trying really hard to look like they don't care <3 i love that she's very like... very guarded and reserved (or attempts to be) but also sometimes you catch moments of her like not being able to help her reactions. betrayed by your own fond smiles and blushy cheeks!!! i also think she is much sillier than we give her credit for and that is underutilized. locker room dance you will always be famous

Favorite moment

aforementioned locker room dance... "dove original. it's ladies"/"it's not ladies. but it is dove original.".... all of her old tweets especially "now THATS a sandwich people".... "don't ask about my rosy cheeks".... also signing nico's name at the draft. are you gay or something

Idea for a story

it's a cop out to say vip room so i will say i have a silly little draft going about computer repair secretary tk and Watching Gay Porn About His Sexuality Crisis nolpat that is making me giggle alyssa edwards style as i write it

Unpopular opinion

SHE IS FINEEE SHES NOT SAD SHES NOT CRYING HERSELF TO SLEEP EVERY NIGHT we need to put an end to the nolan patrick sadposting industrial complex. she is living her life. she's hanging out w friends. and the trade was actually a good thing! philly was kind of a terrible place for him to be w all his injuries and stuff because their doctors were shit and there were a lot of issues w privacy and stuff and people just being kinda mean about him that imo was unproductive! a fresh start is a good thing! even if it means you have to leave your weird little soulmate haven't you guys ever heard of phone sex. also yeah estrogen would fix her

Favorite relationship

i am obviously a tknp diehard til i die like absolutely perfect vibes. my exact type of pairing i always fall for. that being said the nico nolan dynamic was sooo good to me she was really out there blushing and giggling in front of god and everyone trying to get a good grade in Making A Cute Boy Laugh. and she DID!

Favorite headcanon

i know he lies about not enjoying a fruity little cocktail. i know it in my heart. get the lychee martini nolan it's FINE

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Society of Protection (Yandere Bungo Stray Dogs x reader x original characters) (normalized yandere au)

Chapter Twelve

Poisoned Apple

Prologue and oc intro

Chapter one

Chapter two

Chapter three

Chapter four

Chapter five

Chapter six

Chapter seven, part one

Chapter seven, part two

Chapter eight

Chapter nine

Chapter ten

Chapter eleven

The next few days felt like a fever dream to you, apparently the Guild’s headquarters, the Moby Dick almost crashed in Yokohama. There was still no word from or about Miss Jane which unnerving to say the least for you all. The next few weeks came and gone and life felt normal, a few members of the society returned to Europe to visit family and friends, Emma, William, Henrik, and Lewis, they would be back at the end of the month. So now that leaves you, Dr. Stevenson, Victor, Alexandre, and Gaston alone here. 

Dr. Stevenson and Alexandre were heading out for the weekend, going up to Tokyo to visit an old friend of the doctor’s, and Victor had been invited on a project to help with repairs after the Guild incident so you hardly saw him anyway. So this weekend it was just you and Gaston. You all had returned to the apartment complex now and so you now had your apartment that you shared with Miss Jane all to yourself now, but you didn’t like staying there, too lonely. So now you sat in Gaston’s lounge, he sat on a stood, playing the violin, while you read over the news, then you saw something.

“Hey Gaston.”

“Hm?”

“I think you should take a look at this.” You waved him over and he set his violin down and walked over, glancing over your shoulder. “It seems that gifted are committing suicide with their abilities after a strange fog.”

Gaston’s eyes narrowed as you spoke before he reached up and closed the lid of your computer. “Best not to worry about that, stressing will give you grays.”

You set your laptop aside and gazed out the window, it was raining pretty hard. Gaston’s eyes followed yours, he then looked around the apartment and ran his finger along the bookshelf behind you, not a spec of dust. He smiles and then looked to you. “Say I have an idea. We pack a lunch, go to your father’s estate, start cleaning, find what we can on where he may be, have lunch, bring a book, like an indoor picnic.”

“That sounds pretty fun actually.” You smiled and stood up from your chair, taking his hand he offered you.

“Then let’s be off, my lady.”

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You arrived at your father’s old estate at around noon. You took the key Miss Jane had left you and unlocked the door to the old building, and it was as dusty as ever. Gaston stepped in the hall after you, sipping around to take it all in. “Reminds me of Dr. Stevenson’s manor back in London.”

“I’d love to visit one day.” You replied to his comment as you went to sit over on the staircase, setting the picnic basket and blanket you had brought next to you. “But this place is probably a lot more dusty.”

“Certainly, I honestly couldn’t imagine the doctor letting dust gather on anything.” He laughed to himself and walked towards you, hands in his pockets. “Well then, shall we get started?”

“We shall.”

So you and Gaston began exploring the rooms together, one by one. You showed each other what you found, strange objects left behind from your father that might have been important on a case of his once upon a time. Books in his study were unorganized but looking at them there was no way to organize them for they were all so different. Gaston found photos of your father and uncle along with another individual names “Dr. Watson” your father’s assistant, from what the old stories about him read. You also managed to find older documents from your father that you left inclined to read, they were about his old cases that he took when he was here in Yokohama. Both of you forgot that you came to clean as soon as you walked through the door, there was just so much to look at and see.

So now, hours had passed and now you and Gaston sit on the floor of the main entry, the blanket beneath you as you opened the picnic basket and ate the meal you two had packed, sandwiches, fresh strawberries, blueberries, raspberries, pears, and two apples.

“Strange to think he just left this all behind.” You said, pushing a berry past your lips. Gaston shrugged as he took a bite of a pear slice.

“Your father was a strange man.” 

You laughed at that comment as you picked up one of the apples and took a bite…

Footsteps… walking down the hall

Gaston looked away from you alarmed by the noise, someone was here. His hands rested on his revolver as he stood up, looking around worriedly. “Did you hear that?”

You were to occupied to worry about the question, you eyes were fixed on the bite mark of the apple you just ate from, the fresh was black… it was poisoned. Your mind tried to process if you or Gaston packed this, was it slipped into your bag? If so when? You went to call Gaston’s name but all that came up out was coughs and wheezes as you tried to gasp for breath. You fell to the floor and Gaston was quick to kneel besides you. “(Name)! (Name)!”

Your vision was hazy now and you were just able to see the poisoned apple roll out of your hand and onto a ground where a figure out of the shadows came forth and picked it up. 

Gaston’s eyes were wide with horror as he stared at the figure who held the apple, but the figure merely smiled as Gaston was finally able to speak out his name.

“Fyodor.”

Gaston’s eyes flicked between your unconscious body and Fyodor, standing over the two of you. Gaston tried shaking you awake as the Russian man stepped even closer but it didn’t work.

“Oh ангел музыки, she won’t wake up.” The Russian man spoke, kneeling down to Gaston’s level. Fyodor reached out and brushed the hair out of your face. “Not without me that is.”

Gaston raised up his revolver to rest in between Fyodor’s eyes. There was only a look of pure range on his face. “Wake her up or I will kill you.”

Fyodor’s smile only widened. “Shoot me at this distance with that old gun and you will blow your own hand off along with whatever damage would happen to her.”

Gaston didn’t lower the gun until Fyodor reached out, grabbed the barrel of the gun and lowered it himself. “So I have to play your game to wake her up, don’t I?”

Fyodor nodded and reached out for the untouched apple that was left and held it in front of Gaston to take. “It doesn’t hurt that badly if that’s what you’re worried about. All will be well when you awake.”

“Or I’ll be dead.” Gaston said grabbing the apple from him and looking it over. Gaston brought it to his lips with shaking hands, the composer’s eyes dead locked onto Fyodor’s twisted smile. With all the courage he could muster Gaston bit down on the apple, the flesh of it black like before. He was sent into a coughing fit just like you when he swallowed. He was gasping for breath as he fell into unconsciousness, his breathing heavy as Fyodor looked down at you two, wearing the same twisted smile.

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You awoke with with a pounding headache and your body felt so incredibly stiff, like you had been asleep for days. Your vision was burly and it took a long moment for things to come into focus, you were laying in bed that wasn’t yours, in a room that wasn’t yours, dressed in clothes that you couldn’t see but knew aren’t yours. You tried to move but your muscles wouldn’t respond. The most you could manage was letting your turn fall to the side to see Gaston laying in an identical bed, asleep, dressed in clothes that weren’t his, and now you could also see an IV attached to your arm and one to his own. You could see a table in between the two of you, it had items and nicknacks from your pocket and Gaston’s glasses, but no weapons. When you went to open your mouth only a cough came out, your throat was like sandpaper, how long had you been out?

“Ahh мышь, you’re awake.” You heard a voice from behind you, Russian in origin. You heard a book close followed by footsteps approaching you. You felt a gentle gloved hand reach over and hold your cheek, bringing your face to face him. Before you there was a handsome man, he had black, mid length hair, dressed in white. “Do you know who I am?”

You couldn’t speak and your mind was too foggy to think but you managed to mouth the word no. He chuckled and ran his gloved thumb along your cheek. “My name is Fyodor Dostoevsky, my dear.” He watched as horror formed in your eyes at the mention of his name and his smile grew in his amusement. He leaned down so that his faces was only an inch away from your own. “I see you have heard of me, I have watched you for quite sometime and I promise you this is only the beginning of our game.”

He bent down to press his lips against your own. His lips felt rough and forceful, not kind and gentle like his touch. He reached over and pulled out the IV in your arm which made you wince in pain but he shushed, cooed, a kissed away your tears. He wrapped his arms around you and picked your limp body and carried you over to the arm chair he had been sitting in. With this new position you could see what you were wearing, a long white skirt, a black turtleneck, a white sweater, and white mary janes. He sat you down in his lap and took the book from the side table and opened it, you couldn’t read it because it was in Russian. He sat with you for what felt like hours and the only thing he said was. “Soon, it will begin.”

You didn’t know what “it” was but frankly you didn’t care, you just wanted to get Gaston and get the hell out of here. Soon you heard a groan from Gaston’s lips and your eyes shot over to the man who was coming back to consciousness. Unlike you he had at least some control of his limbs, must be all his endurance from his work with the society. He sat up in his bed his hand unconsciously searching for his glasses in the nightstand, you could now see at least the top of his outfit clearly, a white ruffled shirt, a white vest, a white jacket, white pants, but a bright red tie, it felt off for Gaston to be dressed in such things given his normal attire and personality. You heard a small hum from Fyodor as he also noticed the composer’s state. 

“Good to see you awake as well, Leroux.” Fyodor said as Gaston slipped on his glasses and ripped out his IV which made you cringe. “I see you are as alive as every.”

“I wish I was dead.” Gaston was quick to snap back as he stepped out of bed, but having to catch his balance on the footboard. He paused in his tracks and looked around. “We’re in Mukurotoride, aren’t we?”

Fyodor smiled and nodded, setting his book aside. “That would be correct, I brought you two here so you will be… safe from what is to come.”

“Safe?” You finally spoke, asking a simple question. “Safe from what?”

A low chuckle emerged from Fyodor as he looked at you with those violet eyes. “You were reading the story, gifted committing suicide, the fog…”

Then it clicked for both you and Gaston. The fog is coming to Yokohama and someone is behind this all.

Fyodor noticed the expression on your faces and hummed, brushing his fingers through your hair before standing up and helping you stand along with him. Your legs felt jello but Fyodor rested a hand on both your forearms and hip, keeping you from falling. Once you caught your balance he let go, letting you stand on your own. He walked forward, towards the door in the room and unlocked it with a key in his coat pocket. He glanced over his shoulder at Gaston and you. “Don’t try using your gifts to escape, призрак and мышь. I think you’ll find your abilities have left you.”

“What do you mean?” You asked, concern coming across your face. Fyodor only smiled.

“You’ll see in due time. I’m sure my collaborators would be happy to explain when you meet them, but for now there are preparations to be made.” Fyodor said as he stepped out into the hall and you heard the click of the lock behind him.

Gaston fell onto his bed with a heavy sigh and you came and curled up next to him. “I’m sorry (Name), I have failed you. I let him get to you.”

“We didn’t expect it, Gaston. He took us by surprise.” You yawned in between words and so did he. “We’ll just have to be our own knights in shining armor, get ourselves out of here, escape the dragon.”

Gaston gave a weak smile and took off his glasses once more. “Yes, but I suppose for now we should get some more rest.”

“Agreed.”

You cuddled up next to him and just as you were slipping into sleep’s hold you heard his voice sing, beautiful, gentle, and careful…

“Think of me fondly

When we've said goodbye

remember me once in awhile

promise me you'll try

on that day that not so distant day when you are far away and free

if you ever find a moment spare a thought for me.”