#ion wanna lead people on i’ve done that too much

[honkshoo-zzz]

eepy and sleeby

[snakeboistan]

Pleasant Distractions

Pairing: Karmagisa

“Heeeyy, Nagisaaa,” Karma whined, draping his body over Nagisa’s back like a second coat and wrapping his arms around the shorter boy’s chest with a pout, “Come ooon. Hang out with meee.”

With a roll of his eyes, Nagisa turned back to his science textbook and resumed reading, doing his best to ignore the distracting noises that Karma was emitting.

An ionic compound is a giant structure of ions

“Nagisa.” He could feel tapping on his shoulder.

Strong electrostatic forces of attraction between oppositely charged ions hold ionic compounds together

“Hey, Nagisa.” The tapping became more rapid.

These forces, called ionic bonding, act in all directions in the lattice

“Naaagggiii-“

Nagisa snapped his book shut and let it rest on his crossed legs. He turned his head to look at the pouting redhead behind him, “Karma, we need to study for the test we have next week. The whole reason I agreed to come to your house in the first place was because you agreed to have a study session with me.”

“But I already know everything.”

“Well I don’t,” Nagisa retorted, “if you’re not gonna help me revise, can you at least do something quietly by yourself. I swear, if you distract me one more time, I’ll leave.”

At the other’s words, Karma immediately tightened his hold around his waist and pulled him closer to his chest so that he could drop his head against the crook of Nagisa’s neck. He murmured, “I just want to spend time with my little viper. Is that too much to ask?”

Nagisa reached his hand up to pet the red strands that made up Karma’s hair and replied with a smile, “I already see you everyday at school.”

“Yeah,” Nagisa shivered at the tingling sensation that was caused by the movement of Karma’s lips on the junction of his neck and collarbone, “but I wanna spend more time with you now. Besides we can’t do any of the fun stuff in class.”

“‘Fun stuff’?”

“Yeah, you know: kissing, making out, mouth to mouth..”

“Karma!” Nagisa whisper-yelled, blushing madly, “I really do need to study.”

“You’ve been studying for ages. At least take a snack break.”

Nagisa sighed, knowing that his boyfriend wouldn’t be letting this go anytime soon and just not having the energy to deal with Karma when he’s in his ‘whining-mode’, “Alright, fine. Just for five minutes, though.”

Keeping his hold on the smaller boy with one arm, Karma leaned sideways to grab a shopping bag that lay discarded beside them and riffled through its contents. With a smirk he offered a small muffin that was contained in plastic packaging, “blueberry muffin for my blueberry muffin?”

Nagisa rolled his eyes in response then tore open the packaging to retrieve the treat inside and took a bite, giving a pleased moan and the taste of sharp, sweet blueberries and fluffy muffin.

“Hey Nagisa,” with an answering hum, he turned towards Karma, “you’ve got a little something right here.”

Nagisa blushed when he felt Karma’s warm hands cup the entirety of his cheek so that he could brush away stray crumbs (that he knew for sure didn’t even exist) with the side of his thumb. Unconsciously, he melted into the touch, feeling soft and giddy at the tingling shots of fuzziness that ran up his spine at the way Karma’s eyes seemed to soften. It was so unfair how he could become all malleable with only a single touch from Karma, how he always ends up giving in because he does not want this to become a habit, damnit. He could feel his resistance dissipating as Karma grabbed one of his shoulders to turn him around so that they were now face to face and he knew he had to act quickly before he lost the little control he had. However, to be fair, if things did go the way that he knew that Karma was planning for them to, he wasn’t a hundred percent certain that he’d actually be too upset…

But still, he used all of his energy to lean away, despite every neuron telling him to stay in that safe hold that always provided warmth and comfort and protection, “I need to study.”

“I know,” Karma’s smile was far too innocent for his liking, “which is why I’ve decided to help you.”

“Really?” he couldn’t keep the suspicion out of his tone if he tried.

“Yep,” the red-head replied, popping the ‘p’, “only I’m not gonna help you study for science.”

He knew it, “okay then. What are you going to help me study for?”

“Something far more interesting,” Karma’s smirk turned devilish and all of a sudden, Nagisa felt like the little mouse that was begging the lion for mercy from that book of Aesop’s Fables he used to read as a kid. The taller boy leaned in, grabbing a fistful of the fabric under the collar of Nagisa’s shirt to tug him closer, and whispered into his ear, “how would you like to become a prodigy in B*tch-Sensei’s class?”

Nagisa’s ponytail shot up, ruffled, as his flustered face blossomed red. He placed his palms on Karma’s chest in a feeble attempt to push him away, “I-I really don’t think I need to study for that.”

Karma’s eyes glinted, “Oh really, why’s that, Nagi? You think that you’re already good at it?”

“N-n-no,” he stammered, his face burning like an inferno, “I-I just don’t think that it’s necessary, you-you know? It-it’s just that high-high schools don’t exactly have that stuff in their entrance exams, r-right?”

Karma let out a thoughtful hum as he buried his face into the curve of Nagisa’s neck, goosebumps ran through Nagisa’s arms as he whispered, “sounds like you’re making excuses, Nagi.” 

“I-I-”

Karma kissed his cheek, murmuring against the soft flesh of his boyfriend’s cheek, “come on, Nagisa. I know you want to~”

Loki Odinson, give him strength.

“Karma,” he said, gulping slightly at the way the other’s golden irises pinned him down when he leaned back.

Karma took hold of his chin, “Yes, Nagisa.”

“I-I suppose that maybe a small break wouldn’t be too bad.”

Karma’s mouth twisted into a Cheshire Cat grin and all Nagisa could see was a flash of gold before every sense was consumed by the red haired devil incarnate with one arm wrapped around his back and the other on his cheek, with the cloth of his crimson button up scrunched up in Nagisa’s hand, with the increasing pressure of their lips pressing each other. Nagisa’s eyes slid closed as he let Karma take the lead, getting lost in the way everything just flowed like things always did when he was with Karma, in the way everything just felt so right as Karma angled his head so that he could kiss deeper. Nagisa could feel Karma’s hand crawl up the back of his head and hook his fingers inside the curve of the hair band that sat at the base of his ponytail before swiftly pulling it down in one smooth move, causing long strands of cerulean to unfurl downwards like a cataract of silky blue locks. Getting breathless, Nagisa used whatever strength he could muster to push himself back so that he didn’t pass out completely. They both looked at each other for a split second before the magnetic force they felt inside them increased in magnitude and they found themselves kissing once again and -

Nagisa gasped when he felt his back roughly hit the floor, wincing slightly at the loud thump it made. His head was still spinning and he looked up at Karma, who was towering above him with his palms on either side of Nagisa’s shoulders. Whilst his face was slightly pink, his eyes held concern, “sorry Nagisa. I got a bit excited there. You’re not hurt are you?”

“I’m fine,” Nagisa laughed breathlessly. He tried to get up but found that he was still too dizzy so he flopped back onto the floor again with a groan, “and here I thought I’d get some studying done.”

All he could hear was Karma’s deep chuckles before he felt himself get carried into a bridal style and deposited onto the taller boy’s bed. When Karma laid himself next to him and gathered him into an embrace, he said, “if I fail, I’m not coming to your house for at least another two weeks.”

“And people say I’m the mean one,” Karma said, apparently unbothered by his threat, “Guess I’ll just have to kidnap you and wait for the stockholm syndrome to settle in.”

“Karma!”

“Okay, okay. Just five minutes alright. We can both start revising for the octopus’ stupid test then.”

“We were both supposed to revise anyway! But alright, if it’s just for five minutes then it’s okay.”

They did not get up after five minutes.

[phoenixfeatherquillwriting]

You Found Me (Songs Ask Game Fill)

Here it is as one Big Post TM for easier reading! 

@corasnowbooks said:  You Found Me - losing her, the only one who’s ever known // who I am, who I’m not and who I wanna be // no way to know how long she will be next to me :3 :3 :3 (have fun with that angst)

Trigger warnings: General angst, guns, blood, near-death experience. Please scroll past if these topics could cause you distress!

Aris and Tavi stood to the side, unable to do much in the formal proceedings, but watching anyway. Aris’ prosthetic hand clenched up right along with the rest of her, the sensitive bionic “nerves” inside causing it to curl into a fist without Aris’ conscious thought.

Tavi seemed more anxious than angry; she stood on her toes as if for takeoff and gave a low whistle. “I’ve got a bad feeling, Aris.”

She wanted to brush off her concerns: Tavi wasn’t psychic and she knew, logically, they were all tense with adrenaline. But Tavi’s gut feelings defied science and logic. Her intuition also tended to hit too close to the mark for comfort.

“Right” was all Aris could say, in acknowledgement.

Just then, J came into their line of sight. She wore a calm, neutral expression, but her measured steps and the steely straightness of her posture said that she was very much concentrating on holding herself together. A small crown sat on her head; she saw abdicating in her near future, but for now, J was officially Romatia’s head of state. Her sister Celia, and Ames, an army commander who had appointed herself J’s guard for the day, flanked her on either side.

They met a small contingent at the front steps to the parliamentary building. They were part of a militia of sorts, called themselves the Freedom Front. The current government had them classified as domestic terrorists, after what they had done to J’s family. But, their destructive, anti-crown sentiments were taking root in large swathes of the country, so J asked them to appoint a few representatives to come “to the table.” To negotiate, everyone hoped, for a peaceful division and perhaps transfer of power.

“Her Majesty, Queen Jewels von Delmont the First.” The page’s voice seemed too loud for the situation at hand, but Romatians tended to worry about propriety, so he insisted on carrying on as usual. Maybe it made what remained of the royal house and its bureaucrats feel more secure, to have a sense of control over the affair. He continued on: “The Queen shall receive Sirs Ambrose Hugh and Elliot Tesson for formal diplomatic negotiation today. May we all find peace together.”

J and Celia exchanged formal handshakes with the men. One of the onlookers who had accompanied the “visitors” spat at J’s shoes. The page grimaced. J ignored it. Aris and Tavi could just hear her greet them. “Good morning, gentlemen” she said, her voice polite with an undercurrent of something dark. “I believe you know me as ‘The Medieval Regime’.”

Clearly, they didn’t share J’s years of politics. Their faces were too open, their words not weighed enough. Not calculated. They looked stunned that she knew, that she was frank. But they really shouldn’t have been, in Aris’ mind. Contrary to the Freedom Front’s assertions, J did not live in a bubble. She knew what many of the people out on the street, or on the logging front, or on the sea, or in the barracks, were saying. Some chanting.

She turned and lead them inside.

*************************************

Waiting is hell” Aris announced.

“Yup” Tavi continued fidgeting. “Although you don’t usually seem to mind it.”

“I do not like this at all. If Joya* is going to conduct business with militiamen, I should be there.”

“Yup. She could use an attack bird, too.”

“To scare them all off?”

“Yu-”

“Don’t say it!”

Tavi stuck her tongue out, but did not say yup.

“How long do things like this usually go for?”

“You’d know better than me.” A reference to some of Aris’ previous career choices.

“Yes, well. Siab Phem* didn’t negotiate. She blackmailed.”

“Maybe. I’m sure J knows how to do that, though.”

Aris just sighed. Blackmail implied having leverage. At the moment, J had little to spare. She could out-maneuver them any day, but she didn’t have near as many resources and bodies as a royal house should. The Freedom Front had hacked it to pieces. She spoke to prevent thinking about the more literal implications of that. “Still have a bad feeling?”

By the defeated set of Tavi’s shoulders, she knew the answer.

Aris had mentally worked out three of the longest and most complex math formulas she knew by the time she heard J’s heels clicking down the hall. She and Tavi both jumped.

J met both of their eyes as she passed, but said nothing. Aris couldn’t gauge by her expression how well things had gone; her politician mask was still on and locked in tight. Celia too, was unreadable. Ames looked grim, but she nearly always did these days, so she tried not to jump to any conclusions.

She said something to the taller man, that one was Elliot Tesson, Aris was fairly sure. She reached out to shake his hand. His partner, Ambrose Hugh, pulled out a handgun.

*******************

It was in slow motion, but somehow still too fast for Aris to stop. She shouted, but didn’t hear it over the whooshing in her ears and the echoes in the hall. Ames shoved Celia away, seeing another gun in Tesson’s hands. She tackled him. He was closer, so he would have a closer target. But they’d planned it that way, a rouse.  There wasn’t even time for J to pull out her sword. Hugh pulled the trigger. One shot, two shots, bam-bam! J let out a blood-curdling scream.

On instinct, she knew that Tavi launched herself onto Hugh’s back and slammed him to the ground. But she did not look in their direction. All she saw was J on the floor. She skidded and dropped to her knees beside J, in a puddle of blood. More was steadily coming, as Aris tried to gauge where the bullets had gone. She shouted for anyone around to stay back.

One bullet had gone clean through, it appeared. There was a hole in J’s side, but it looked as through it might have bypassed J’s previously damaged left lung. There was another hole…in her chest wall. No exit. Oh Fates, don’t let it have gone to her heart.

She analyzed all this in less than a second before checking her pulse (weak, but present,) and timing her breathing (labored, but she was managing to cough.) She was at least somewhat conscious and looked stunned. Her eyes were huge, mouth open. She shuddered as the blood kept coming, as Aris tried to apply enough pressure to get it to clot.

“Joya, can you hear me? Give me some sign you can hear me.”

She croaked a sound, it looked like she was trying to say Ari. She raised her right hand like waving. Then she made pained sounds as Aris pushed.

“Right, good, okay. I know this hurts, darling, but I have to stop the blood. Hang on, Joya, just hang on.”

She shouted to the room at large, “I need a doctor, now!”

Celia had helped the others fight the two men amid the shots they kept making and handed them off to Ames’ comrades with their loud marching boots. (Ames had been forced to go with them, somehow both stony-faced and crying.)

With the task done and Ames gone, Celia now looked to be in hysterics, weeping uncontrollably. “But you are a doctor! You have to save my sister, she’s the only one left!”

“I’m a doctor in neuroscience! What we need is a surgeon! Celia, you must go out there for help!”

“Just save my sister!” she wailed.

“You have to help me save your sister!”

“We don’t have time for this! Aris, keep her going!” Tavi took Celia by the arm and bolted, her loud voice shouting “Emergency, emergency, the Queen needs help! We need a doctor right away!”

They were alone in the gilded halls of the parliament. Aris hoped J could keep “breathing and beating” as they used to say in grad school. She couldn’t do CPR and address J’s wounds at the same time. Who could have guessed she thought vaguely that Tavi’s bad feeling would be Joya bleeding out on my lap?

J’s eyes were starting to close.

“No! Hey! Don’t you dare give up on me!” She jostled J as much as she could without causing more damage. “You are the heart of your house, and the heart of this country now. And you are the love of my heart. So you can’t quit now. You must hold on, fight!”

More footsteps were coming. Please let it be someone who can help her.

Aris felt a firm squeeze to her flesh hand. J was looking right at her, eyes glassy, but expression firm and steeled. She was was holding on. Before J was lifted away, she mouthed “I love you.”

For a moment, all Aris could do was watch them put her on a gurney and begin to wheel her away. She would be whisked off to an operating room somewhere; they had to get the bullet out of her chest. She felt Tavi shaking her, smelled the gun powder and the sickly sweet aroma of blood. She grabbed the other bullet off the ground before Tavi lifted her.

She felt like addressing the Fates themselves. I don’t care how long you give me, but she isn’t out of time yet. There’s more to do. Put her back next to me again.  Please don’t let me lose her.

Terms to Know

*Joya=Aris’ Constellan nickname for J, the literal English translation is  “little jewel.” Constellan is much more poetic than English, though, so a native would translate it as something like “a small, bright, and precious treasure.” Pronounced “joe-yah.”

*Siab Phem=Constellan phrase meaning roughly “evil incarnate.” Aris, Rissa, and Ione refer to their former employ by this name, to lessen the power and fear associated with that person’s given name. Prouncounced “sigh-ab fem.”

[sweetshopshawtyjr]

AYE FUCK NIGGAS! SPOILERS FOR ENDGAME MAY LIE AHEAD ION WANT NONE OF YOU BITCH ASS NIGGAS IN MY MENTIONS WITH THAT WHINING AND COMPLAINING SHIT BECAUSE I GAVE YOU A FUCKING WARNING ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️

Now that that is out of the way, that movie was perfect holy fuck was it good. Man it was every thing I’ve ever dreamed of. I remember watching superhero squad in the mornings before schoo and never in my life did I think I’d see something like this on this big of a screen, but now I just wanna take the time out and discuss new heroes, movies, and plot lines that I would like to see in marvel phase four.

Now once again to all the stupid ass, bitch ass, complaining ass, fuck ass, crazy ass, fans out there SPOILERS AHEAD! ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️ dont take yo ass beyond this point unless you’ve seen the movie or don’t care about spoilers because if I see you on this post talking about how much of an asshole I am I’m cursing you, yo mama, yo daddy, yo sister, yo brother, you grandparents, and yo dog out and if you wanna fight about pull up I promise you 18 different niggas is waiting to beat yo ass cause I don’t do internet beef so let’s get this started.

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Hulks son: skaar- so unfortunately Nat met her demise in endgame after a noble sacrifice. Of course everyone was sad but most notably was our favorite green big guy, Bruce banner the Incredible Hulk. He’s just lost a really important loved one with no one seemingly being able to take the place.

Enter his time on Sakaar, now in Thor ragnarok he was hulked out while he was on the planet so he can’t really remember anything, however in the comics planet hulk storyline the Incredible Hulk actually took over Sakaar and saved it from being destroyed and while he was there he found in an extra terrestrial named Caiera who bore him a son named Skaar. Now sparing you the details Skaar comes to earth to kill Banner and tangles with his father but realizes that the Hulk he fights now is different than the hulk that conceived him back on Sakaar, after this and a couple of more encounters banner offers to help train his son to kill the hulk in case he ever comes back a deal that Sakaar helps and in time the two bond. An alternative to this could be the introduction of She-Hulk but character rights makes this one far less likely

In the MCU this could be a neat addition. Maybe Skaar comes to earth looking to kill banner just like the comics because of what has happened to his world post snap and upon realizing what has happened to hulk he recants his attack and Bruce offers to train him and in time he comes to love him as a son. It would be a neat addition and a nice and cool way to keep the rampage of the hulk going while having mark ruffalo become able to retire. Everyone has a passing of the tourch in some degree and Skaar has already been set up because of the Ragnarok trip to Sakaar

War for Wakanda/Dr.Doom: now that the snap has been undone T’challa has seemingly sat back on the throne of wakanda and there is much to be done for the government leaders of the world. This can set up conflict between many different countries. Countries like wakanda and the fictional latveria where The sinister Dr. Doom presides over. The story could be something along the lines of in the absence of leaders of the world many people tried to step up, and in the midst of chaos in Sokovia a native boy by the name of Victor von doom steps up as leader. And when the snap is undone his unwilling to give up bus power leading to a civil war in which the half of the people left in sokovia after the snap secedes from sokovia and becomes Latveria. Victor von doom would then attempt to take on wakanda and learn if their reserves of Vibranium due to wakanda now being open to the world. He would obviously lose and in his defeat he would be clawed in the face by the black panther and would be too ashamed to return to his ruling post in Latveria.

He would then travel the world looking for redemption as he passes out somewhere in Tibet and is then trained in the mystic arts. He would then fashion armor and a mask out of iron and then he would be one of the newest biggest bad guys in the MCU

Green Goblin: now that tony stark is dead the leading person in the world in technology in business would be Norman Osborne at Oscorpe. He is an incredibly famous villain who doesn’t need an introduction, but his introduction to peter could be when his son hardy transfers to peters school and the two hit it off. Of course peter would find out and have to put a stop to his best friends dad like in Spider-Man film’s past but instead of killing the green menace he should stick around for a few films (maybe even bring in the symbiotes and do a screen adaptation of the red goblin)

[rubberneckdiary]

January 2nd, 2018

I guess I never really introduced myself properly, did I? I guess that’s something I should do, this being a diary that I’m sharing with the world and all. Many of you may not know who I am at all. I had a lot on my mind yesterday, I’m sure you all understand. But, that’s no excuse for today! 

My name is Rubberneck. That’s it, just Rubberneck. I don’t have a middle name, or a last name as many others might. My name is distinction enough, honestly. There’s not exactly a ton of tan unicorns named “Rubberneck” with a pair of sun-glassed eyes on their ass, now is there?

I’m not poetic, I’m not very skilled in most areas, and writing is new for me. I mean, yeah I had to do a pathetic amount of creative writing in school but I never was any good at it. I like writing about real things, daily things that happen that sometimes people don’t think about. Like, my family.

Oh, yeah, I have a pretty big family. My parents are still married. I have a older brother, two younger brothers and a little sister. We were all born and raised on the country side, and sometimes I catch myself spurting out country lingo or I’ll catch myself saying something I might not say much with a little country twang to it. But, living in the city and being stuck in a school full of kids with a serious lack of a country background... it’s been washed out of me pretty well. 

City people have real weird accents, though. Sure as hell have weird ass challenges and such as well. Somebody today told me about some dude wandering into some forest or something and recording a dead body because they were going to do some sort of challenge to stay over night or something. Dumbest shit I think I’ve heard since I was pulled from my mother’s womb, but y’know what? Stupid city boy done did it.

Also what is with their lingo? I’ve never heard the word “ion” being used outside of science class and suddenly I got 16 year old’s talking about how “ion wanna hit up that wack ass shop”? The fuck are you saying? Go back to English class, and for the love of all things green in this world stop acting like some gangster, you are the size of my arm.

Ah, my intention wasn’t really to bitch and whine about things, though. It was about telling y’all about myself, right? Let’s go back to my family.

My mama stays at home tending to her mini-farm most of the time. She loves raising live stock and tending to her flowers. My dad is a geologist, my older brother is an astrologist. I’m... well, during the day I manage a mall kiosk across from that signature pretzel place I can never care to remember the name of, and at night I’m a male stripper. But ask my parents and I’m a art critic... ma and pa don’t need a heart attack, thank you very much.

My younger brother, well the older of the two younger ones. He has Spina bifida. He got real lucky with his condition and all. Basically, spina bifida is where your spine and spinal cord don’t develop properly. A lot of kids with it can’t use their back legs, or have a hard time using them. Some legs stop growing, some legs grow weirdly, but it’s not just limited to that. Some go numb so you can’t feel bowel movements, or when you have to pee. Some are paralyzed partially or completely, you can get intellectual issues from it, things like that. 

My brother, Bumble Bee, he only has a numbness so he can’t feel his restroom movements, so he’s gotta use things to help him out. He also has issues with his skin on his tail, so he can’t grow hair or nothing like that and it’s always wrapped up in a bandage. Past that and stiff movement on occasion, he’s fine, though. He’s really lucky. He is super fixated on bee’s and wasps. I don’t know why, but I read somewhere that hyper-fixation on something can be a sign of autism? I told ma she should have been checked out just to be safe but she passed. I didn’t push, it’s not like he’s so bad he needs any professional help. I could be wrong, anyway. Maybe he just really, really, really likes bees.

Then there’s my younger sister, she’s the second youngest. She loves to paint, I think she likes painting more than she likes herself. She’s pretty full of herself too, and extremely sassy. But hey, she’s only got brothers so it’s no wonder she’s growing up to be a tough one.

Finally, my youngest brother. He’s still pretty little, but he comes up to visit me sometimes. I’m his favorite brother, apparently. He’s yet to learn who he is as a individual, I think, though.

Anyway, so I grew up in the country and all that and always dreamed of a big city. Pretty lights, dazzling performers, attractions that normally attract bored country kids to the city, y’know? So, while my brother was attending college, I moved into an apartment with him and got myself a job. Then I needed two because he was finishing up his senior semester for his final diploma and such, so I went ahead and became a stripper. Started taking classes to improve my pole dancing, but really it’s mostly in the hips when it comes to basic strip dance. I am very fluid in the hips, girls go nuts for it.

However, I’ve always had a small interest in mixing drinks. Even as a kid I’d try wild combinations to see if it’d be a good drink. One time I tried mixing fruit punch with orange juice. I don’t recall the flavor but I remember the texture was just... ew. I’d shove a bunch of veggies and fruits and such into a blender and pop out with different smoothies. Some were good... some made my brother puke. 

I guess after middle school I stopped toying with it, though. Most the good mix drinks seem to come from soda’s which weren’t readily available to us and alcohol, which we never had access to. So I focused on other things, took culinary classes for a little bit, took art classes for a little bit, things like that. Tried to learn another language one time, that bombed.

Sometimes after my shift I’ll head to the bar in the club and order a mixed drink. They’re good, and I really like watching the tenders mix and do tricks with their bottles and glasses. It made me consider taking some classes and looking into being a bar tender. Though, I can’t afford that right now.

I have a routine in place. I get my schedule every Friday, and I try to figure out when I can sleep, when I can eat, when I can shop, things like that. It’s a struggle, and I’ve tried finding a smaller, more affordable apartment but they’re all snatched up right quick. So... it’s either be broke and exhausted or homeless. I chose broke and exhausted, so here I am taking naps between shifts and on breaks just to make it through each day. How I manage to look decent, I don’t know.

Sometimes people will ask about myself, and I’ll never know what to say, but writing it now it seems so easy. Isn’t it weird how that works? It’s like a test. I’ll be fine doing the same questions while studying but as soon as somebody else asks me something my mind goes blank. I’m not sure if that’s normal, honestly. Maybe everyone’s just a little bit mentally fucked up but the worlds so fucked as a whole that ain’t nobody taking real notice.

So... yeah, that’s all you really need to know, I suppose. You’ll learn more about me as these entries go on, I’m sure. Nothing super interesting happened today, though. So I suppose we’ll just end it here and hope tomorrow’s more interesting.

- Rubber

Art by misiekpl

Written by Rosario-Red

Rubberneck by Rosario-Red

Artists Notes -

So today I talked a little bit about Spinda Bifida, which is a very real medical condition. Now, the reason I have a character in Rubberneck’s life with this condition is it’s a bit of a nod to my little cousin who, like Bumble Bee, was born with Spina Bifida and has some issues because of it. Her conditions are much like Bumble Bee’s, she cannot control bowel movements, she has to use a catheter to urinate, and one of her feet grow oddly. Past that, she’s fine. She is extremely lucky, and when she was a baby the doctors thought she wouldn’t be able to walk at all. She did cheer leading, gymnastics, takes riding lessons on horses, all sorts of stuff. A few years ago my family went to a Spinda Bifida walk and it really brought to light just how lucky we were that she is as good as she is now. 

As she gets older, she’s beginning to realize that she’s not... like everyone else. Sometimes she gets bullied when she has a accident, as like I said before she has no control, and no feeling. So I kind of wanted to take this introduction of Bumble Bee to encourage others to learn about Spina Bifida, and teach others around you about it as well. Many people don’t even hear the words Spina Bifida until it happens to somebody in their family being born with it, or through other tight-knit relationships, and I feel it’s something that should be learned about.

That’s all for that! Hope you guys have been enjoying these entries so far, I know there’s only two now, but I do plan on releasing some more tomorrow!

- Rosario-Red

[driftersrpg]

Repairs and Training

Three days without any chaos was a weird thing to deal with, after the clusterfuck of a month before they reached this planet. Not that Suvore was complaining or anything, it was actually fantastic! For the most part she'd been keeping herself busy with fixing more things on the farm, talking to Kaz regularly, Plett's lessons, and going through the weapons they'd found on the bounty hunter ship. Especially the weapons, there were a lot and the Zabrak wasn't hiding how much she enjoyed being able to work on each and make sure they were all at peak performance, should they ever need to use them or sell them.

At the moment she was just taking a break in a quiet corner of the farm, watching the pitten that still wouldn't leave her sight for long, chase some random tiny bug in the grass. Though seemed to be failing at catching it, or maybe it was just playing with it's future food.

Gabby rounded the corner of the building and smiled as she saw Suvore. "Ah, there you are!" She sauntered over. "Not doing anything right now?"

Suvore turned her attention to Gabby, humming softly. "No. But I'm not sure I want to know why you're asking, or why you seem to have been looking for me."

"Hmm... well what if I said it was cuz I have a droid that needs some repairs?" She asked with a sly grin.

At the mention of repairs Suvore sighed softly, moving to get up, "What kinda droid, and what's wrong with it?"

"It's a training droid. I may have... er... gotten a bit zealous in my last training session and uh... yeah." She shifted sheepishly, foot tracing circles in the dirt.

"Heh, alright. Let me guess, you want it fixed before Plett notices?" She asked, not even trying to hide the amusement from her voice as she watched the pitten hurry over to her and insisted on being picked up so it wouldn't be left behind. Once the little guy was safely on her shoulder Suvore looked back to Gabby, "Lead the way?"

"Yeah, pretty much." She grinned, walking towards the lift to the underground training room. "That pitten seems to have adopted you, have you named it yet?"

"Considering it's not my pitten to name? Nah. Heck I don't even know if it's a guy or girl either." Suvore explained, shrugging slightly. "But I've been enjoying the little guy's company while we're here."

"It's a guy. And these guys don't really have names, there's too many! We just name the ones that stick to someone like he has with you. You're bonded for life now after all!" She grinned.

Suvore hummed, looking at the pitten before back to Gabbi, "Not really bonded for life. After all this place is his home. I'm not going to take him away from that."

"Good luck with that. You realize he'll wanna go with you when you leave." She shrugged, and punched in the second level and they descended into the earth. "Have you been to the training room before?"

A small smirk grew at the question, "Well, I went through here for a moment. Following four trouble makers where they shouldn't have gone."

Gabbi blinked, then realization dawned on her. "Oh... er... well... I was just playing, I wanted to see how those two fared against the wards."

"Yeah, they didn't get far. So it doesn't bug me. Though I AM amused no one noticed." She explained. "But besides that, I haven't been down here, and last time I didn't have long to actually look around."

"You must be good at hiding yourself in the Force." She nodded, leading Suvore to the side of the training room lined with different types of weapons and training droids.

"I'm just good at sneaking. The Force has nothing to do with it." She corrected, frowning just a little. "If I used the Force at all when sneaking I'd probably just announce my presence, not hide it." The Zabrak's eyes immediately went to the weapons and droids, and she made no effort to hide just how interested she was in looking at unfamiliar tech. She didn't care it was Jedi shit, they were interesting and there were WEAPONS.

Gabbi watched her with interest, faint grin still on her face. "Well, no, that isn't true. You prolly don't know you're doing it but you CAN hide yourself in the Force. You mask your presence, so that even those searching for you can't spot you!" She went over to a dented spherical droid, grabbing it and holding it out. "This one."

"Well hopefully you're right and I'm good at that shit, and get better sooner rather then later." Suvore muttered before bringing her attention to the droid, humming as she took it to look over the little machine. "You did do a number on this poor guy."

"Yeaaah I mean they're not meant to take an actual beating, we're not supposed to actually hit them." She said sheepishly. The damage was minimal, it needed to be un-dented and something had shorted it's circuits by overloading it with an energy attack. It needed a few pieces replaced, that Suvore luckily had on hand.

Suvore nodded, taking the bag off her shoulder before sitting down, "So you got over excited?" She asked, pulling out her tool kit from her belt and laying out the different things she'd need then went through her bag to get the couple pieces she knew she'd need. "Does this happen often? Or should I be asking how many times you've had to have Kaz come down here to fix a droid?" She continued while getting to work on the repairs.

Gabbi coughed. "Not often. I just... well, M.... Plett set three of these things on me, blindfolded, and well... yeah, I may have gotten a bit worked up." She admitted, sitting cross legged to watch Suvore work.

"A bit?” She asked, not looking up from her work. "How did you do this to the poor droid anyways? It looks like you damaged it with a blaster, but you don't seem the gun type."

"What? No, it was with a training saber." She pointed at the cylindrical hilts lined up on a workbench nearby.

"Huh, so that IS what they are." Suvore muttered, suspicions confirmed as she looked over at the sabers for a moment before back to the droid. "But those don't shoot do they? And the fucked up circuits wouldn't be done by a blade."

"Uhm... have you ever seen a lightsaber before? Or know how they work at least?" Gabbi asked, amazed she didn't know.

"I know Jedi and Sith used lightsabers instead of blasters, and basically trying to go up against one of them with a non lightsaber weapon was dumb as shit. And that only those two groups use them cause they custom build them? But besides that not really? All I know was fighting them is a dumb ass idea, and was told to avoid them." Suvore explained as she worked, leading over to grab a different tool, looking it over and putting it down before grabbing another. "I have to admit I've always been curious how they WORK, but I'm like that with basically any weapon I can get my hands on."

"Well, they're plasma weapons, and they're hot and powerful enough to cut through most things like bantha butter." She leaned over and held out a hand, one of the training hilts sped from the table to her outstretched hand. She paused, looking at it and sighing. "I need to stop doing that." She groaned, shaking her head. She held it out and activated the blade with a PSHH, the vibrating blade of light stopping just above where Suvore had spread out her tools.

"Yeah you do. Using the force so openly will get youUUU-!" She jumped a little as she finally looked up from her work to examine the blade, eyes lighting up at the fast she was able to look at the weapon this closely. Though her mind was also yelling pretty damn loud that she SHOULDN'T be around lightsabers at all. "That is so damn awesome! So what's the weight like when you're using those? And what about the power source? Does it drain a large amount of energy, or is it gradual enough that changing the power isn't needed often? How is the blade able to stay that stable? Can the blade's length be altered at will or is it set when it's built?"

Gabbi looked both proud but alarmed at the amount of questions shoved her way. "UH... The blade is weightless, so the hilt is all that really has any heft to it. Depends on the construction for how long power packs last but pretty dang long... It... to be honest I don't know the specifics of how the blade works, you'd have to ask Kaz or M.... Plett about that, but..." She moved the dial, showing Suvore how the blade length could be adjusted. "Training sabers are built to fit anyone so they have a modulator for the blade. Some actual sabers can do it too, but there's no reason to since you're custom-building it for yourself, so there's only one length you need?"

"Huh... yeah that's pretty damn cool." Suvore stated, giving her a small grin before going back to work on the droid.

Gabbi deactivated the saber. "Anyhows, the training blades don't really cut through anything, they're weaker power outputs and basically just sting... it's ion damage. But well... ion damage on a droid..."

"It fucks up machines horribly." Suvore agreed, giving a nod. "But don't worry, this little guy will be up and running in no time."

"That's good! I'm amazed you can fix something without knowing what it's meant to do." Gabbi watched her work.

"There isn't much I'm actually good at. Fixing machines and building weapons is most of my skills." Suvore explained. "Besides, when you're in my field of work you get used to people handing you shit that's been so damn modded that you have to figure out things as you go."

"Huh, I suppose that makes sense. I leave that kind of thing to Kaz. I had trouble building my lightsaber to begin with, and half of that is working with the Force. Even though... well, it's still a piece of equipment, besides the crystal."

"You should have a basic understanding of machines and how they work. After all the galaxy is full of them!" Suvore pointed out. While she was careful with her work she was also surprisingly quick with it and soon enough she had the droid back in working order. "Maybe from now on you don't get over excited on these things?" She suggested with a smirk.

"Yeah yeah..." Gabbi took the droid from her, "Wanna see if it works?"

"Sure? I am curious as to what you use these things for." Suvore admitted, turning to put her tools away.

Gabbi nodded, programming the little droid and setting it loose as she moved to the center of the room. It began bobbing and weaving, then shot an energy bolt at Gabbi who deftly flicked the lightsaber on and parried it. The reflected bolt shot off into the wall.

Suvore sat back, watching with interest as Gabbi wielded her saber. "Huh... I don't know they could deflect bolts like that. I mean it makes sense given the battles they must have been used in, but it's completely different to see."

"This is basic Jedi training, it requires using the Force to predict the bolt, cuz otherwise it's too fast." She said, as she continued deflecting them.

"Is the impact noticeable to use while you're holding the blade?" Suvore asked, still watching mostly the saber with an annoyingly growing interest. She really, REALLY wanted to know how these things worked.

"Hmm not really." She noted. "End session." She called out, picking up the droid as it deactivated and before it hit the ground, fiddling with it. "Wanna try it? I can put it at level 0. It's the level they use on five year old younglings."

"So you can watch me fail miserably?" Suvore asked with a knowing smirk, "I've never even held a lightsaber before, and don't know how to use it."

Gabbi tossed her the saber. "Try it."

Suvore caught the saber, frowning at it for a moment and knowing she SHOULDN'T but... new weapon. Sighing she set it down, taking an annoyed pitten out of her jacket hood. "Yes yes, I know." She muttered in response to a few adorable yet very upset noises. Removing her jacket and leaving it in the corner, the pitten quickly settled back down onto it's new bed. With that done Suvore picked up the saber again and stood. "At least show me how this thing works first."

Gabbi nodded, grabbing another one, and showing her first how to adjust the length to her own arm's length, then began teaching her the basic catas.

In the back of her mind Suvore still had the nagging voice that she shouldn't be doing this, but her interest in weapons was louder then the other voice for now. It took time to get used to the odd weight and balance of the saber as she was shown the catas, but she slowly adjusted. The Zabrak had always been firm in the mindset taught to her that if you wanna work on weapons, you gotta know how to use them, which meant she was used to learning quickly.

They practised the catas for an hour before Gabbi was satisfied Suvore understood the basics and could wield the saber well enough, then she set loose the droid on her.

Suvore was surprisingly focused (Especially if you'd spent any prolonged time with her in the last month) once the droid was turned on, eyes watching it's every movement. The droid sent out three shots at an increasing speed, allowing the Zabrak to adjust with each and able to deflect all three in turn. "H-Holy shit..." She said softly after, looking at the droid then the saber.

"Hey, you're a natural!" She laughed, "You are pretty good at this."

"It's really weird, and I-OW!" She frowned, getting distracted with the first shot that she was too slow and it hit her in the shoulder. "Little shit..." The Zabrak muttered, barely blocking the second and the third was FAR easier to block. "After feeling that bolt hit, I can see why you got annoyed with three and damaged this brat."

"Right? And I wasn't working on level 0." She pointed out. "But it's good practice for trusting the Force to guide your reflexes."

"Yeah... it's trusting the Force that I'm really not used to. I've been trying to ignore it my whole life." Suvore admitted, keeping an eye on the droid who seemed to enjoy making her wait for the nest shots.

"Ignore it?? Why would you do that? That's like trying to ignore the air you breathe." She looked shocked.

"Parental insistence." Suvore simple said, giving a shrug and hoping that was enough of an explanation.

"Huh... well, if you wanna practice more, go nuts. You can end the session by telling it to end it like I did earlier. And well, this place is always open if you wanna come down to practice with the other weapons or something."

Suvore considered continuing for a moment before shaking her head, "End session." With that she turned off the lightsaber and caught the droid before it touched the ground. "Thanks for showing me all this, but I'll admit the longer I practice with new weapons the more I wanna take them apart to figure out how it all works." She turned to Gabby and smirked a little, "I don't think Plett would like that."

Gabby grinned, "Well, what Plett doesn't know..." She shrugged. "There's plenty of training sabers... I'm sure you could... borrow one."

"Do NOT tempt me, kid." Suvore laughed as she put the saber and droid back where they belonged. "I'm sure Plett knows everything that happens here. And if he doesn't know immediately, it doesn't stay a secret for long."

Gabbi scrunched her nose. "Well... I guess that's true." She admitted mournfully.