#of his own machine that he invented and built is.

[a-roguish-gambit]

I made a turn of the century x men evolution au

Hey everyone so a big special interest of mine is the period from 1900 to about 1928 so I decided what if I took the kids from the X-Men evolution cartoon from their point at the turn of the 21st century and put them at the turn of the 20th century instead...and also added a few characters. I hope you enjoy this. I have a lot for this au, and I'm gonna put it all under the read more.

So Au thoughts

 The year is 1912. Xavier has started his institute a few years prior with scott summers and jean grey as students. Scott was adopted by Xavier after his parents died in a train crash and jean comes from a family of doctors and scientists Xavier is friends with. 

Because no computers yet, as the microprocessor  has yet to be invented, Forge didn't get stuck in a pocket dimention and got to grow up he works for xavier. He helps design and build a modified danger room that's more steam punk/dieselpunk. Lots of things are gear powered and Holograms are projections onto steam curtians. Because no computers, no cerebro. But jean and Xavier have trained themselves to be able to sense those with mutant powers around them and have been working with a network of underground individuals, some cases literally like the morlocks, to find out about new strange individuals popping up in the states. The morlocks are much more involved in this. they are good friends with Xavier and frequently helps young morlocks train their powers. 

One of those individuals is Gambit. Gambit is 17 in this and does various jobs for xavier. One is listening through the grape vine for odd individuals popping up. The other is essentially working the danger room with forge. As The danger room  is more steampunk/dieselpunk in this, with storm's help as well it can simulate weather events, earth quakes, fires, unstable ground, flooding, (bb gun based) old west shootouts, explosions (thanks to Gambit), search and rescue, avalanche / rock fall settings, and much more. 

Gambit helps set up the room and make the mechanisms work.  it functions well with automatons, steam engines, pistons, and a lot of theater special effect tricks. Gambit helps forge scrap hunt for machinery to repurpose for it. He has befriended the local street children and finds out from them wherever a factory tosses out a machine. 

Speaking of theater though, we have morph as well as a staff member. Kevin is well known fairy(period equivalent  to someone who does not fit into either gender) and drag expert from New York where they worked on broadway and a very close friend of Logan. So close they share a bedroom....;)

Morph is there to help with tailoring as well as helping kids who need disguises to pass in public cause of their time in broadway and avoid harassment, like Kurt. 

They also help simulate battles in the danger room with foes they have faced off against before.

Kurt doesn't have an image modifier in this obviously. No computers, no digital holograms. But with forge and morph they are able to help him pass. Morph designs pants for him that have a  special pocket for his tail to tuck away, as well as boots with  special braces that help disguise his digitigrade feet. Morph also helps him with makeup and hair in the morning to hide his blue face and pointed ears. 

For his hands forge has built some prothstetic fingers that are controlled by the other fingers in his hand like a puppet, so it appears he has five fingers on each hand covered by riding gloves, as well as colored contact lenses for his eyes to disguise them as brown. 

Kurt's parents came to America from Germany with him as a toddler. People found out about their adopted son and they had to flee. They settled in a small German speaking community in the middle of nowhere Iowa where they could be safe. They would have a priest visit Kurt to give him mass in private for his own safety and had a nun come to tutor him. Xavier found out about Kurt through gambits grapevine. 

Ororo came from Africa as a citizen of  British colony egypt to Jamaica where she met Charles she has family living in the states via her sister who do  are wealthy merchants.  they were british colony  expats that moved to the states to control British imports to the states easier. Thus how we get Evan. Skateboard hasn't been invented yet so he is big into the turn of the century cycling craze as well as roller skates. 

 Rogue is still a goth. A very very classic goth. Victorian goth. She still dresses like it's the 1800s to in part keep others from touching her skin but also she is just a great appreciator of Poe and Shelly and stoker. 

One thing that is different for Scott is that on top of the train crash his brother havoc is still with him at this time. His parents are very, very dead tho. No alien rescues. (Forgot to draw Alex tho but he's there as are the minor character students)

Beast is also there more from the begining as a teacher he helps take care of the kids medical needs. He got kicked out of his scientific circle, not cause of his mutant ness that came later, but because he insisted doctors must wash their hands before interacting with patients. 

Jean grey is a highly educated absolute Gibson girl. She and Kitty sneak out to do suffragette stuff regularly.  Speaking of, kitty is definitely a girl of the new century. Wants to go to college one day with Jean. Insists on wearing riding/sports pants wherever she goes. She is girly in certain ways, but defs is a very modern young woman. She likes helping Forge out with his projects. 

Magneto's hatred for humanity in this case comes from his survival of the pogroms of eastern Europe only to see there is still antisemitism once escaping them. And mystique has a boarding house where the brotherhood kids live, but she wasn't principal of the bayview school. 

Wolverine is a cowboy in this au yes. He has a horse, but he's also toying with some of the very few motorcycles. They are more of dirt bikes at this point tho, so his horse his still his go too. It's a deep black mare named Blackbird. He does not have an adimantium skeleton but his claws have been capped with silver to help protect them. 

No x jet but they do have a few biplanes they are training with. Forge is modifying them to be able to cary more people. So far he's made one that can vary five. 

 Gambit introduces everyone to jazz cause it hasn't left Louisiana yet. He brought his Grammaphone and all hell broke loose from there. 

Also rogue having a bit more of a high society upbringing thanks to irene. Gambit hasn't had a day of real school as public school wants universally established until the 1910s. He knows his reading, writing, and arithmetic from Sunday school and such and whatever jean luc  had him taught, but he's excited to learn about what the kids are learning about in their normal school. 

Rogue brings him her study material and teaches it to him and in return he teaches her the various crafts and skills he learned in the bayou and as a member of the theives guild. 

Hope you guys enjoy all this!!! Please feel free to share your thoughts!

Tried to keep things period accurate outfits wise.

[hainuwelle]

The third man theory

Note: This theory takes as starting point Aurora's Fun theory. It states that the invention in which Gaster fell was a new version of a warp door that would have allowed the monsters of the underground to escape to a timeline in which the war against the humans never happened. If this experiment were to work, it would have allowed for a happier ending than the True Pacifist one, because more accidents and deaths would have been prevented.

Sadly, Gaster's experiments went wrong and he was scattered "across time and space". The only other time in Undertale this expression is used is when we call Papyrus in Sans's room, the one that gets us lost in a seemingly endless darkness when we enter it, with a door that suspiciously looks like Mystery Man's grey door and Deltarune's warp doors. This key expression used by Papyrus tells us Gaster's creation and untimely demise should have something to do with these doors.

If this theory is correct, the invention in which Gaster fell would have been under our nose the whole time.

With the FUN theory video in mind, something about Mr. Elegance's dialogues caught my eye.

Evidence 1 - Mr. Elegance, if we didn't previously talk to Jigsaw Joe:

Evidence 2 - Mr. Elegance if we previously talked to Jigsaw Joe:

For a flaming teleportation door one would assume to be magical, the vocabulary used to talk about it sure sounds mechanical and mundanely machine-like : « Fix up », « working on it », « got this door workin’ », « it might break », « fixed that door », « it should work without any issues ». Intriguingly, it looks old, and yet, it is new to the Darkners, who have never seen it before. Is it really Darkner technology?

Of course, to an experienced Undertale player, it looks familiar, similar to the one to Sans's room.

This brings us to my question: Why did Toby Fox add these two different Mr. Elegance dialogues about this door? What purpose do they serve?

It can't be to alert the player that they could malfunction if we haven’t previously talked to Jigsaw Joe, since they always work properly regardless. It’s not like this triggers a side quest asking you to talk to the puzzle man if you don't want a 1/6 chance of the door teleporting you into the void. And they don't serve a comedic purpose either. There is no joke, no punchline. So why warn us about the breaking hazard, if the warp doors never break in the first place ? Why specify that 3 people are needed to get them to work smoothly?

Because this isn’t really about the Scarlet Forest shortcut. The door might not break in the game, but it might have broken somewhere else. This is really about what went wrong with Gaster's experiments.

Time to bring in evidence 3:

First, let's note that this tweet isn't exactly talking about the same situation as in evidence 1 : Mr. Elegance talks about a door that two people got to work and that might break, while Toby Fox talks about a machine that's already broken and that two people could never repair.

However, evidence 2 tells us that when three of them worked on it, the machine should work without a problem. So if we assume that these dialogues are really about the creation that led to Gaster’s demise, this means that the reason things went wrong is because one person was missing.

Two people worked on the machine instead of three, which led to Gaster's disappearance. Yet, we know that two people were trying to repair the machine once it was broken. This means that after Gaster's disappearance, the missing person came back.

Now let's imagine that Gaster formed a trio with two other colleagues that we'll name X and Y. The Royal Scientist is working on a door-shaped machine that would free the monsters from their imprisonment. As the fate of the Underground lies in his hands, a lot of pressure is resting upon his shoulders. The role that X and Y had in this creation is unknown. Gaster could have even built it on his own. But thanks to Entry n°17, we know that shared his experiments with two other people. And thanks to the Japanese translation, we know he was rather close to them.

After the construction of the machine, Gaster and X try to get it to work, but without Y. Maybe they walked away from the experiment, maybe the other two didn't trust them enough, we don't know.

Despite this, they manage to make it work with just the two of them. However, what Mr. Elegance predicts happens, and something goes wrong. Two people just wasn't enough to assure that the machine would work properly. It's too unstable. It malfunctions. Gaster falls inside, is shattered across time and space, and the machine breaks.

Now let's come back to the end of Toby Fox's tweet. ”Neither of them could fix the machine, no matter how hard they tried. No one can." Notice that "neither of them" means precisely two people.

After the incident, Y comes back, but Gaster disappeared. The trio is now a duo. Y and X do everything they can to repair the machine, but can't. No one can. Because Gaster, the person necessary to its reparation, is no more.

If this theory is right, what are X and Y’s identities? And why was Y absent during the creation of the shortcut door machine? A lot of questions have yet to be answered...

[ur-fav-inactive-writer]

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐀 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐀 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬

Ford Pines x GN!Reader | Request by @angelic-simp

WC: 1318

You were Ford's best friend, you had known him and his twin brother, Stan, since you were kids. You, too, had lived in Glass Shard Beach and met the twins at the beach one day. You instantly became enamoured with Ford, becoming his closest friend. As you got older, the platonic love for Stanford had slowly turned into a romantic one. As strong as that love was, you refused to believe it. You'd never liked a boy before, surely what you felt for Ford was completely platonic, right?

~*~*~*~*~

Years and years after, you and Ford still had an unbreakable bond. You both graduated from high school and then proceeded to attend the same college. Through all the challenges of college, your bond had never withered or suffered. The two of you did everything with one another, you always studied with one another and you also shared the passion of anomalies with Ford. So, once the you had both graduated from Backupsmore and Ford decided to have a cabin built in Gravity Falls for his research, he thought it only made sense to invite you to go live with him to research things. You packed all your things up and started the car ride to Gravity Falls.

You hadn't gotten a drivers license yet, you were far too busy so when you started the road trip, you piled into Ford's car. He had been able to drive for years and he didn't mind getting to spend extra time with his favourite person. You talked for hours and hours. Eventually, you got sleepy after being awake for so long. Ford had somehow not felt an ounce of exhaustion. You yawned and yawned, dozing off every so often before Ford recommended that you lay down in the back seats and take a nap. He pulled over briefly, receiving pillows and blankets from the back of his car and helping you get comfy in the back. You laid down, snuggling into the blanket. Ford began to drive again and you slowly drifted into sleep.

Ford had been driving for about another 15 minutes until he decided to quickly check up on you in the mirror. His eyes flickered up the rear-view mirror and his heart softened. You were laying there, fast asleep, gently snoring and snuggling into your blankets. He smiled at the sight, making him fall even more in love with you, not that he knew that's what that warm feeling he felt at that point was. He looked at you for another few seconds before turning his attention back to the road.

~*~*~*~*~

You soon arrived in Gravity Falls and got to your cabin in the woods. It was gorgeous. You began unpacking and setting up the place you and Ford would call home. It felt... romantic to be living with Ford. But not in like a bad way, it actually felt quite... nice? It felt nice to share a home with him, to wake up to him, to go to bed to him, to share a life with him. It wasn't romantic though, at all, right? Yeah, definitely not.

~*~*~*~*~

The two of you had been living in your cabin for just over a year. It was great fun living with Ford. You were his lab assistant so the two of you got up to many entertaining experiments. You assisted him in writing his first journal, and then decided to make your own series of journals too. You helped him with his experiments and joined him on expeditions. Of course, you were scientists, that was your job. When you have a job, you have to work. But recently, you began to get tired. And on the other hand, Ford didn't seem tired at all, overworked but refusing to seem tired at all. It was concerning, he worked almost twice as much as you did but gave off no hints of exhaustion from how much he worked. One day, you were in the lab, it was quiet but both of you were at work.

You sat over at your desk, joining wires and planning out your inventions. You always invented machines for Ford, to help him with his anomaly research. As you sketched, you felt yourself feeling exhausted. You yawned but tried to persevere and keep going but you really couldn't. You glanced over to Ford and with a small stretch you asked;

"Hey, Ford, do you wanna come take a break with me?"

"Oh, um... no thank you (Y/N). However, you're welcome to go take one yourself if you'd like!" He said with a small smile before turning back to his work. You frowned and began to talk again.

"Are you sure, you've been overworking yourself recently with like no breaks. You certain you don't wanna come join me?"

"(Y/N), I don't know what you're talking about, I'm fine. Besides, I'm a genius, I don't need a break." He said with a small shrug as he continued writing in his journal. You scoffed at him and tried convincing him again.

"First of all, even geniuses need break. Second of all, pleaseeee will you join me? I'll give you jelly beans..." He paused at your last sentence, considering your offer and sighed as he stood up from his desk, turning to face you. You let out a small 'Yay!' as you hugged him hastily before turning to go back upstairs. He stared at you as you did so, beginning to blush and letting a small smile slip across his face as he trailed after you

~*~*~*~*~

You made your way up to your bedroom, after a pit stop in the kitchen to gather a bowl of jelly beans and snacks. Ford loved your bedroom, it smelt of you and it was so comfy and cosy. Your room was so welcoming and warm. So when you plopped down into your double bed. You got comfy under your covers before patting the bed next to you, indicating for Ford to come lay next to you. He blushed slightly, reluctantly climbing in. You turned on the TV in your room, playing some show on the Gravity Falls local channel. Not paying attention, you drifted off into sleep. Ford became infatuated with the storyline of the show before rotating his head to see you, peacefully sleeping. He got deja vu to the moment in the car a year ago, he felt at ease. Slowly, he dozed off, feeling comforted by your presence.

~*~*~*~*~

A few hours later, Ford slowly stirred. He saw the time flashing on your alarm clock, gasping when he saw that he overslept by many hours. He went to rush out of bed before he realised there was something holding onto him. He looked back, confused but instantly turned bright pink. There lying next to him, was you, arms wrapped around his waist, cuddling up to him. He couldn't just get up when you were laying there, so peaceful and adorable. He layed back down, softly putting his arms around you and pulling you into his chest. He murmured a small 'I love you', not noticing the fact you were semi-awake and heard him utter these words. You smiled gently as Ford drifted back into sleep.

Oh well, work can wait.

(A/N): Sorry if I've accidentally used non gn pronouns, I've written this at like 2:30am 😭 anyway hope you enjoy!!! <3

[ventique18]

Sometimes I'm reminded that the reason why Malleus is always dunked on as a boomer who can't use machines and technology isn't just because he's old. For an entity who can do anything using his god-given gifts, there's really no need for any form of help. Tools are made to aid people, so for someone who can do the task with his own body, it's probably baffling why there would be a need to learn how to use new things.

Pickaxes were invented to help humans dig through hard surfaces, for example. But for someone who claws through stone with his fingers? Not necessary at all. Phones were made to contact others in long distances, but for someone who teleports anywhere? Not necessary. Cars were invented to make travelling easier, but for someone who's his own plane and flies everywhere? Not necessary.

He lives a completely different life compared to others on a fundamental level, so it's understandably difficult for him to relate to others with so little commonality. What's great about him, though, is despite being built like a god, he has endless curiosity and tries to understand why others do what they do, from their perspective. He doesn't dismiss these little things. He's fascinated with the ingenuity that comes with people's earnest efforts to live a little better each day.

Some references that come to mind regarding this:

Him listening intently to Trey's lecture about how fireworks are manually made, despite he himself saying it would be easier and resource-efficient to play with magic instead.

Also him asking Trey to teach him how to pitch up a tent, despite it being easy for him to carve a cave out of boulders.

Him making an effort to try and learn how to use a shaved ice maker gifted by Ortho, despite how easy it would be to just freeze stuff with magic.

Him actually using kitchen tools during cooking classes when he knows damn well he doesn't need to.

Him thinking highly of and handsomely rewarding Deuce for fixing his tamagotchi, despite Deuce admitting it was Malleus' wind magic that ended up fixing it. The fact is he himself wouldn't have thought of that if it wasn't for Deuce.

I could go on and on tbh. The effort he puts to connect with others is admirable. It's something that people both in-game and within the game's players don't really understand immediately.

[bloop-bl00p]

Rewriting Sir Pentious justice for the snake boie

Doesn’t anyone find it weird how we’re gonna have the backstory of everyone in later seasons?

Not only do they hardly follow the redemption aspects but they also give us little to nothing about the characters. I can buy that Heaven is corrupt and/or unfair but rather than having Adam throwing curse words and profanities every five seconds, why not show it in elements of the main cast backstory?

Reveal that they were essentially in unjust situations where they had no other choice but sins to survive, the type of stories that’ll make the audience think “Is Heaven fair in its judgment?” then you have the reveal that the system is corrupted. It feels like common sense to me.

Anyway, Sir Pentious wasn’t that much of an asshole in my rewrite, we understand why he acted the way he did but he still fucked up.

Madhav Karmakar was born in 1858. He was an Indian migrant in England who wanted to follow a partnership in engineering. Studying hard and else he worked ten times harder than the other students due to prejudice regarding his origin.

He made his way into a prestigious university and went out with his diploma ready to show off his skill but generally still faced racial discrimination. Throughout his life, Madhav had to do everything in his power to completely suppress anything that tied him to his country, fully adopting British mannerisms and culture, suppressing his accent, and else. At 17, he became an apprentice and started studying Mechanical Engineering, ending officially his studies at 24.

His hardship allowed him to work alongside others to develop steam machines and various ways of transportation. Despite having clearly mastered, and even ameliorated his domain, Madhav still had fewer opportunities compared to his colleagues and was paid less than the other regardless of the amount of work he put in.

What was first jealousy due to the unfairness of his situation quickly became Envy directed at his white counterparts. He started slowly destroying the reputation of his associates mostly by secretly sabotaging their work in various manners, introducing faulty designs, tampering with documentation, sabotaging equipment and tools, and anything really just to make himself feel better.

It lasted for years until one of his sabotages cost him his life. In 1888 at 30 years old, he caused one structure to collapse and the debris fell on him breaking his legs, he died screaming for help under the remains and suffocated because of the dust.

A few years following his arrival in Hell, he used his ingenuity to create steampunk-style machines in order to conquer territory. Problems, most of the lands were already owned by powerful Overlords. Madhav overestimated his inventions a lot so he got his nonexistent ass beaten all the time. He even gained the nickname Sir Pretentious though he still tries and insists on being called by his real surname (nobody does.)

The dude persisted, gaining the reputation of the village fool. Surprisingly for everyone he finally managed to get his hand on a very small portion of a territory… only for it to be snatched away by a punk rookie a week later. It would be easy for any Overlord to step up but they have their own business to take care of and some find it funny to see those two quarrel all the time.

Bit of a fun fact:

→ If I had to redesign him, he’d be fit with a large figure, we’re talking of the man who built this alone…

.. I doubt the egg boys can lift things too heavy considering they are fragile. So yeah, Madhav isn’t a twink.

→ The egg boys aren’t literal eggs just small mechanical robots he built to be his minions, if they were to break they’ll be gears everywhere but he could still rebuild them later. He wishes he could make them a bit smarter.

→ Snakes are very often associated with lies and manipulation and everything related to it. That’s what Madhav has been as a human, an envious liar. But, snakes can also symbolize renewal and rebirth in other cultures, and since he’s gonna be the first redeemed it kinda fits. I don’t know if Viv knew this but shout out to her if she did.

→ Keeping the romance with Cherry, I can appreciate a really good Enemy to Lover but the way it was framed feels like Cherry only got interested when she learned he had two dick, which feels icky and disingenuous.

So, I thought of slowly making their relationship more of a “Are they fighting or flirting” type of thing. That and having Cherry make comments between their fight like “You’re getting better at this!” which flatters Madhav because he never really had recognition for his fighting skills or invention.

He’s still a bit stuck in the old-timey way of courtship, and considering those things could last 3 to 4 years, with him you can expect the slowest slow burn possible. Anyway, he still respects lots of British traditions, being a regular correspondent and sending letters and gifts. I can see him asking to go on a walk or organize Rendez-vous to learn more about Bomb when his rivalry gets more friendly.

→ His obsession with fighting Alastor comes from the fact that he didn't manage to get up the stairs as quickly as the deer did. So he’s envious and seeks to beat Alastor in a battle to prove he’s the superior one, but he loses every time. His last chance is to side with the Vees, but Vox doesn't even bat an eye when he is near. So just imagine how ecstatic he was when Vox proposed to him to be a spy. While the first weeks were fine, he found himself getting attached to the staff more and more. It was a genuine environment where few people actually recognized him as the brilliant engineer he was (I thought he could actually help with the hotel construction since the building is old and all) and they actually called him by his name.

Not siding with Vox will be the first step to his redemption, renouncing to act of his envious feelings and focusing on what he already had rather than seeking to destroy those above him.

→ His lisp gets worse when he’s lying, he obliviously maintains a whole evil British persona in his quest for respect so as he slowly starts to get genius he’ll slowly start to speak with more ease.

→ Regarding how he’ll appear once in Heaven, he’ll be a human. I find it strange that you don't get to get your human appearance once saved. Viv said it herself, the reason why sinners look like that is because their appearance is in correlation with their sins, life, and the ways they die. It’s a way to mock them.

If this dude or girl gets redeemed, they’ll stay on a couch and that’s just sad, imagine you die go to Hell redeem yourself and you're still a furniture. Anyway, Madhav will get his human form back but with hints of his demonic form.

Kinda like Lovesart23 you should go see her videos and rewrite.

[allfearstofallto]

I hear your pleas for ideas loud and clear so I raise you yandere Kaeya gaslighting tf out of you. So talented you are, but you always fumble when it comes to presenting your skills to the world. Oh so many wonderful ideas in that mind of yours - too bad they die on your lips.

And that's why you need him. To save you from embarrassing yourself as you clutch your latest creation that would undoubtedly revolutionize some industry against your chest as your eyes burn with unshed tears. It always baffled him that you thought that you were worthy of that honor. I mean, you can't even order a meal without shaking like a leaf.

You aren't built for this lifestyle, now are you? Geniuses could easily bounce back from failure, yet here you are, soaking his shirt with your never-ending tears. Were you ever a genius?

(basically Kaeya gaslight gatekeep girlbossing talented inventor darling into oblivion bc I just know this man would be jealous if you were famous. I'm so sorry for writing so much but this idea has been eating me up inside so now I send it to you. May I be 🐇 Anon?)

🐇 anon, first of all, it is a pleasure to meet you! Secondly, my dear bun, you've saved my ass!! This was such a good prompt and it felt incredible to write!

Maybe I'm just in the mood to write gaslighting bitches cause this felt natural!!

Voiceless

Yandere! Kaeya x reader

TW: gaslight, and quite harsh words, but Kaeya is saying them so it's kinda sexy

If people could see what was going on inside your head, they'd think you were a genius. And you are, or at least, you believe that you are. But all those faces, all those eyes on you, those people looking at you makes your body go stiff and your words lodge in your throat. And in the end, you look like a bumbling idiot.

But you were his bumbling idiot. That's what he'd tell you at least. Hurtful words yes, but he meant them in an endearing way. His phrases were sweet and loving, even if to the average person they sounded a bit harsh. You explained to people that he didn't truly mean it that way, he was just trying to make you feel better.

“And how was it today?” He’d asked you. He always looked like a work of art when he came home from his long shifts. Every strap and piece of clothing would be pulled from his body as he spoke, he was so careless about showing himself off in front of you, but you were still flustered and shy around him.

With a sheepish smile, you held up the mora that he'd given you to use for a drink, completely untouched. You couldn't even bring yourself to leave the house. A dramatic sigh fell from his lips, but he still kneeled on the couch and wrapped his arms around your shoulders.

“Oh, you sweet, poor thing,” he whispered in your ear. He took your cheeks into his hands and squeezed them lightly, like he was coddling a child, “Still so shy aren't you? It's okay, I speak for you.”

It's like you breathed a sigh of relief when he spoke. All the weight of the world was lifted off your shoulder. You were a genius, yes, but you were a genius who could barely speak a full sentence to anyone. Except for Kaeya.

His charming smile and flashy personality made you weary at first. Why would someone like him be interested in something so quiet and timid? You felt like a coal in comparison to his flashy, diamond-like nature. Your mind was like a maze, endless corners and rooms filled with ideas, but you got lost in them as well, and just ended up choking on your own words.

Kaeya released you from his warm embrace and sat down next to you. He looked at the coffee table in front of you, covered in ideas and doodles that you'd have for your latest inventions. Your mouth never moved, but your brain was a constant machine, most days you couldn't get it to shut up. It all had to be let out, in notes or drawings.

He picked up one of the random pages, an idea for a water filter, and a chuckle fell from his lips, “And how would you pitch this one?” He asked. The way those words fell from his lips felt condescending, he already knew that you couldn't do it, but you knew better than to think that. It was just his love, it was how he showed it, he wanted you to succeed.

You felt yourself flush even thinking about it, but you still stood with the paper in your hands. Walking to the other side of the coffee table, you looked down at the notes you'd written. It was all there. Everything about your idea was right there, everything you needed to say was right in front of you. But when you looked up from the page, you felt dizzy, the letters on the paper began to merge and swirl together.

It was like your world had tilted on its axis and suddenly everything was lopsided. You felt yourself spinning, but you knew you were standing perfectly still. The only person looking at you was Kaeya. His beautiful self, like a statue crafted by the gods, was sitting there, focused on you.

An average person would love and adore the amount of attention someone like Kaeya gave. A smolder on his lips and all a sparkle in his eye. But you weren't the average person and you already felt as if you were sinking into yourself, like the world was about to swallow you whole, and before you knew it, tears had started to fall from your eyes.

“Can't even talk in front of me anymore, can you?” He asked and you gave him a slow, solemn nod. You tried to hold back sobs as you realized how truly useless you were. Unable to speak in front of even your own boyfriend, a true genius would never suffer from this.

“I'm- I'm sorry,” you'd somehow managed to stutter through your apology, but that much was to be expected of you. Tears fell onto the page and smeared the ink of your notes, but it didn't matter, it's not like you were going to read it anyways.

“That's the problem, my love,” he cooed to you in his usual tone, he stood from the couch and began scooping up all the pages that lay on the coffee table. All your ideas, all your work was crumbled up into a ball. It stung a bit, seeing everything you had worked so hard to make be treated like trash and thrown away, but nothing hurt more than your failures, “You're not built for this kind of thing. You know that, right?” He spoke close to your face, your lips brushing against your, soft like flower petals on your skin.

“I know,”

“But that's okay. Do you know why?” He asked, placing a gentle hand on your face and squeezing the fat of your cheeks.

“Because I'm yours. And I don't need to be smart to be yours,”

He held you close to his chest, peppering your forehead with kisses. All your work was thrown in the trash. “It's only making you unhappy,” he said. And he was right. You weren't ready for this. This type of thing wasn't for you. You only needed him.

So you lay in his arms and tried to stop the sniffling. He was the only person you'd need to talk to, he'd be your voice if needed be. You were only hurting yourself trying to do these things that you weren't made for.

[arinzu]

Can you do Blue Lock Itoshi brothers and little sister reader? The reader has always had a good relationship with her brothers, but when Sae went to and came back from Spain, everything changed. On the day when Sae crushed Rin's dream, Sae also said very hurtful things to his little sister, and he left. When the reader tried to reach out to Rin, he also said hurtful things to her and avoided her. Before he went to Blue Lock, he just ignored her. All of these things made the reader very depressed; she went from a happy girl to a depressed one. She needed her brothers so much, but they are not hers for her. After growing up, the reader remembered that she still has her own life and dreams. She knows that she doesn't need her big brothers, and she should focus on her happiness now. So she made a decision to cut her big brothers out of her life completely. She blocked them and deleted their numbers from everything. After she made sure that they could never reach her, she moved to another country, which is very far from Japan. The reader is now going to start her new life, and she will never forgive her big brothers. When Sae and Rin found out that their little sister moved somewhere far and she cut them from contact, they panicked but couldn't reach her.

Part 1 l part 2

this is a great plot, I might mess up on this so if you don't like it you can request another fellow creator to make this amazing idea!

��Broken bond between siblings��

Summary : Being the youngest sibling of the itoshi family is sounds like a dream come true to most. Two brothers by your side at all times, both are athletes, well built and popular.

No ships! everything is platonic, angst, this is very messy (bcus the internet kept cutting of since they were a thunderstrom) so i apologize for that, isekai'd reader!

Credits to the owners of the dividers! this fanfic style is from @chateaaa

Note : reader is a year younger than rin.

Isn't that reality sounds amazing? the youngest itoshi sibling in the family, but what they didn't know was that you were isekai'd to this reality.

You were a genius in your previous life, a prodigy, someone who invented a gadget that change the course of humanity.

𝐀 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞…

But before you could ever finish the last few pieces of the machine, you were poisoned by your very own lover...

"What have you done..!?" you choked out holding your neck, as your mouth began to foam.

"It's just business, love" your lover... no the person who betrayed you said in a calm voice.

"but don't worry your invention won't to go waste" you saw their wicked smirk, but before you ever replied the poison started to take its course.

You felt your insides burning up, it was worse than you having your period. It hurts like hell... You succumbed little by little to the darkness and passed at only the age of 27 by your very own lover.

You felt yourself falling and there seem to have to end.

The experience was like falling down a cliff, but what you see was all the memories you had in this life.

Hours have gone by, you were still falling down. until you finally felt stop with a loud thud.

After that was a long pause.

You tried to open your eyes to no avail, nothing seems to be in your control, your sight was pure darkness, yet you could still hear some soft murmurs.

Trying to scream but the only thing you heard was a loud cry of a baby, screaming again the ending was still the same, a loud cry of a baby.

Using your brain you figured you reincarnated as someone, but who...?

You stop trying to scream to try to figure out where were you.

"お兄ちゃん、妹また泣いてた..." said an familiar voice, wait was that itoshi rin from blue lock?

"それはあなたが彼女を間違って運ぶからです、リン" Said another voice which you recognize was sae itoshi.

Translation! : (i use google to translate it!)

"お兄ちゃん、妹また泣いてた" = "Brother, little sister was crying..."

"それはあなたが彼女を間違って運ぶからです、リン" = "Its because your holding her wrong, rin."

You left yourself leaving a spot and going to another, unlucky for you, in all of your experience of being a genius you have no clue what they were speaking.

You felt yourself being rock in one's arm which you assume was sae's, and began to sleep.

Timeskip to where you were 10 years old!

You finally got to learn Japanese while also started to learn your native language on the side.

Sae's is leaving for Spain, you and your brothers got along well you still hid the fact you were isekai'd to this universe very well.

Other than skipping a grade or two... You couldn't hide the fact you were more intelligence than the rest of the pupils. Due to this you were enrolled in a special education school for prodigies such as your self once you finish with elementary.

You are currently in your last year of elementary, next year you will start junior high.

You obviously took advantage of the fact you were in an anime/manga you watch/read.

Since the series of the blue lock ended a long time ago, you re-read the manga and re-watch the anime. Looks like being fan of blue lock really paid off.

You easily won their favors, that made them involved you in parts that the series didn't mention. You played your cards carefully to not affect the main storyline, or else the Butterfly effect will happen

If you are not familiar with the butterfly effect : is it basically when you disrupt the plot, may it be the reader getting together with one of the main characters, that will end up in having a timeline not included in the previous plot.

Standing at the airport as you see sae wave goodbye with a smile not daring to speak.

"Good luck, sae!" mrs. itoshi said as she smiled.

"Take care of your health!" you hear mr. itoshi said.

Looking to your side you saw rin with a neutral expression that turned into happy expression you re-call his words and repeated in your head.

"Nii-chan, Have a safe trip!" you hear rin said with a smile, but surprisingly you heard something that wasn't added in the manga.

"Me and sis will be waiting for your return" you stood there looking dumb founded. something like that will cause something that wasn't in the manga.

"yeah yeah i know, see ya." you hear sae say, "Im off to be the best in the world." sae added and you stay silent.

Trying your best to stay happy you wave goodbye to his leaving figure. You know well that as small as a sentence that may disturb the plot and change the course.

As you guys start heading back to the vehicle, you were silently wondering what to do now. You were spending too much time with them, you know well small problems with end up being messy for you to clean up once you leave it alone.

You just hope that that this butterfly effect won't affect the storyline.

Rin called out to you loudly "(reader)! what lukewarm thing are you thinking now?" you stop daydreaming and look to his direction.

He added once he realizes you noticed him. "Stop standing there and just get inside the car"

You nodded and started to to enter the car, trying to relax your mind by talking with rin for the majority of the ride back home.

At least that cleared your mind up for a while.

You can't help but remember what happened to sae when he was in Spain whenever rin mention him. poor dude. You wanted to warn him but that might end up disturb the his character development.

4 years have passed since sae left for spain.

Not much have change, rin was still practicing his football to be the best in the world with his brother.

The relationship between you and his improve over football since you have some small but effective tips to help him improve his skills... Right? your quite sure that you hadn't change the plot.

You were a good sister, you tried your best. So why...?

.

Mrs. Itoshi ask you to get rin since it was getting late, getting your jacket since it was winter. You wondered if this time will be the day sae will come back from spain.

You doubt as you opened the front door and started walking. You thought many times before that sae will come back, but it was just a false alarm so you try to not involve yourself this time of month.

Step...

Step..

Step.

'Oh, its snowing. didn't see this on the news' You thought as you started walking faster.

Observing the place you were walking at, 'peace' something you hadn't have in your previous life all you did was work work work...

You always to make the best version of humanity, neglecting yourself all for the sake to make humanity one step closer to being in the most advance era.

Looking back, you noticed how dumb but you were happy, right?. If you had a chance you'll go back and convince yourself to take a break every now and then.

Maybe because of that you wouldn't have died? Your mind wonder off... to the time you died, Oh yeah your time travel machine... you completely forgot that, maybe you can make here in this life.

Humming slightly you quit focusing in your previous life, this is a life that you can finally make the time-travel machine you'll always wanted. You instead started focusing to get to rin in time for dinner.

...

You finally reach your destination, seeing two figures. Your heart drop, is this actually happening? and your in the middle of it.

Trying to back away before they noticed you, sae noticed you and you froze. He approach you steadily taking note of your appreance.

Both of you were in a stalemate, you move one wrong move the plot might change all because of a Butterfly effect.

Playing dumb you greeted him with a smile, looking to the side

"Sae-nii, how are you, have you become the best in the world?" You asked taking in his expression, it was just like in the manga.

"No, not yet atleast" He gave a short response and was started to leave, but suddenly you felt this weird sensation. You couldn't seem to control your body anymore.

"Sae-nii have you done something?" You heard yourself question him but you already knew the answer.

"Hm, what to do mean?" sae asked trying to clarify your question

"What did you do with rin?" you clarified your question not trying to blow your cover.

"I gave him a reality check, he. is. weak. both mentally and physically"

You felt your body tense up, you seems to know what's gonna come out of your mouth, as you predicted you started defending him.

"what!? he just literally won a match-"

"The match was mediocre at best, it wasn't a competition." Sae added as he started to glare at you.

"But he still won!" you replied.

"Didn't you hear it (reader)? it was mediocre, even a kid in Germany can beat them." he continued speaking not letting you reply "Japan makes shit strikers, that's a fact"

"Rin and you could be the best in Japan, but face it, you both will never be the best in the world if you have the same mindset Japan has given you both." he gave a sigh and started talking again.

"You may think that your someone special in my life, but no your not. Your an eyesore, pathetic excuse of a sister."

"You don't even play football, your not worth anything, your useless, without football i can't believe your my sister i feel disgusted"

"thinking of you always makes me wanna vomit"

"Don't fucking contact me (reader)"

You start feeling yourself tear up but you manage stop yourself just in the nick of time, 'Is this what rin felt like after sae broke their dreams?'. This is a mess, you never thought your ever gonna felt this bad.

Looking at the side after sae left you saw rin still at the ground looking as traumatize as ever. You stared at him trying to think of a way to console him.

But before you could console him, he blew up like a bomb.

"I fucking knew it..." rin said clenching the ground beneath him, "You always felt weird, i didn't know what is it at first."

"But know that piece of shit opened my eyes, i know that feeling now. Disgust."

"Sae was right about one thing, your someone who disgust us both. I'm surprise that i didn't notice that feeling sooner"

"We're both weak and pathetic, but something is making us different from eachother" Rin said as he saw your shock expression.

"I don't revolve around peace like you do, i don't shut my room to study for some important science project for my elite school"

"I live for destruction, something you will never understand. I'm absolutely disgusted to call you my sister" Rin admitted all of this in a matter of minutes, leaving you more heartbroken than before.

.

You watch him stand up and leave you standing there.

Once he left your tears finally started forming, you could only do much by stopping your tears forming whilst rin was saying what he thought of you.

You clench your fist into a ball, feeling so much emotions at once. You wanted to punch the air but you might look crazy, you question yourself.

If this was all worth it, having yourself be beat down to a plump just because you decided to come and get rin.

You started regret going all the way here just to get rin, and now you got your heart-broken by two characters you read in the manga. How unlucky you are.

Getting betrayed once again. Not once but twice in a single night by two brothers. Getting up again you started to walk back to the place you call home.

1 year after than incident

You were not the once happy and bubbly person you were, you start questing yourself and not in a good and healthy way. their hurtful words clings to you like a bug.

You can't get rid of the fact they felt disgusted by your presence, you buried yourself in your schoolwork to skip a grade or two to go to collage.

Occasionally you will try to fix your relationship for the sake of the storyline (and your mental health). Sae just ignores for texts trying to re-connect, while rin just gave you the cold shoulder.

You tried one last time once rin had to leave for blue lock.

"uhm... hey rin?" you awkwardly called out to him as he was about to leave the house.

"What is it?" He asked not bothering to turn his head to look at you.

"I just wanna say goodbye... and good luck on your journey." You stated.

"Thanks i guess, well i got to get going now." He replied as he leaves.

Watching him leave without a second thought, today will be the start of the blue lock program. Almost 15 years you've been in this universe.

You mind starts to wonder off as you watch him walking towards the train station a few blocks away. You've been so focus on trying to mend that you started to neglect yourself again, the same mistake you made in your past life.

Thought after thought, you came to a decision to move on from them.

They didn't want you in their lives so you wouldn't push it any further, the easiest way to ignore them is to block them.

You're pretty sure that this decision was harsh, but it wasn't that harsh though when they said that winter night.

He was right you all just wanted peace.

You went inside the and quickly got inside your room, the decision you made might be irrational and might make you regret it later on.

But all you wanted now is a place where's there is peace, something that can later on give you happiness in this life.

Getting your phone you started to block all of the itoshi brothers media on all apps you know they had. It wasn't much so you manage to do it in a couple of minutes.

You let a sigh of relief, you know damn well you will regret it near future.

...

You saved up for you collage to go study abroad in your country before this. It took awhile but at least you got a scholar, you really didn't care what they think you since you were finally free.

You manage to make the time machine here in this life at age 23, even if you died atleast your name will be remembered on through generations as being the "lady who surpass humanity's limits"

i lost motivation here, and i cried while making the angst frfr

I forgot to add this but the poison reader consume was a poison that was makes the reader bloom. Or well throw up flowers, the pain you felt in your stomach was the flowers blooming.

Thats why the divider was a flower :D

Wsup! its the creator <3 the person that send the request didn't specifically said the ending for this amazing plot, so its decision as you the reader to carve your own path! You may or not forgive them both or one sibling, this was such a joy to make You can 100% reblog this and make your own ending, i would love to see your pov :D

[sataraxia]

you're losing me.

miguel o'hara x fem!reader

summary: 'you're losing me' by taylor swift.

genre: angst, so much angst. basically a songfic.

warnings: cursing, violence, hard violence at the end, the reader shows signs of bpd. it "continues" the across the spiderverse plot.

a/n: i wanted to do this for a while now, i'm a fluff fan but a taylor swift one first. english isn't my first language so pls let me know my mistakes.

w.c: 13.2k

You have been with Miguel for more than a while now, just without a confirmation in between, there was never an "I love you", much less an " I’m sorry", but you two knew it, you cared for each other, and it would always be like that, no need for words.

But it was later that you really got to know the man you loved unconditionally.

You say “I don’t understand and i say, “I know you don’t”

“Love, you’ve been with that for a whole week, don’t you think it’s time to stop?” you said with no more than sweetness and care in your voice.

He didn’t say anything, not even look at you.

“I know that it’s important, but you haven't been eating, or sleeping well.” letting out a sigh, you tried to approach him. “I'm going out on a long mission tomorrow, you know, we could get dinner, or something.”

“I don’t understand how you could think that getting dinner is more important than this, and you should be working too, get out.” it was like he had put a wall between you two, ‘cause you didn’t dare to get closer than you were.

And it’s been like that for some time now, since the events of earth 1610, he’s been a workaholic, but you could take it, you always could.

“We thought a cure would come through in time..”

You’ve been out on this mission for almost three weeks, you missed your friends, missed Miguel, ‘cause maybe, just maybe, he was being himself again.

Of course not. When you arrived at the HQ, more specifically his office, the first thing you saw of him was a man yelling at a kid that a citizen was supposed to be dead, and the same fate was meeting the kid’s father.

The thing was, you didn’t really enjoy talking about canon events with Miguel, because you don’t like the term, in fact, you hate that he invented a word that justifies all the pain you, and everyone here, endured.

You wanted to do something, help Miles, but your thoughts were blurry, knowing that every decision you take from now on can change everything with Miguel.

“..now I fear it won’t.”

“Remember lookin’ at this room, we loved it ‘cause of the light.”

The chase after Miles already started, and you just stood there, while every other Spider-Man was trying to capture a kid.

You wanted to scream, most likely to the man who gave the order, but you had to stay on his side, right? 

At least that was what your body wanted, ‘cause suddenly you were in the platform, the one where Miguel had brought you everytime you were injured, where you had your first kiss and the so many more that followed.

You didn’t even think about it, you started helping Miguel telling him where you saw Miles in the cameras, opening the path for him.

“Now I just sit in the dark and wonder if it’s time.”

This was the man you’ve fallen for? the one that was hitting a kid, telling him that he shouldn’t even exist? you knew part of his behavior was because of his feral instincts, but trying to justify this was making you sick.

You saw how Miles was running for his life, feeling betrayed by his own people, hurting like hell just wanting to come home to his parents, that’s when it hit you, you couldn’t do this.

He reached the machine that would send him “home”, you could hear your lover yelling at you from the ear piece that you two shared “Shut it off! Come on!”.

“Do I throw out everything we built or keep it?”

Your thoughts were colliding in your mind, the typical “my heart wants something but my brain another” line sounding everywhere.

But time took the choice for you, Miles was already gone and you didn’t do anything to stop it, nothing came from the other side of the communicator, but you’ve never heard a silence quite this loud.

The fear that you were experiencing right now was almost unrecognizable. almost.

“I’m getting tired even for a phoenix, always rising from the ashes”

It was the same fear that you had the day he found you.

Like every other spider person, you had been through a lot, but it came to a point where your family didn’t acknowledge you anymore, the only friend you had died because of you.

So, you’ve always known you were a failure, thinking about it now, maybe the relationship you’ve built with Miguel it’s just because he was the first person that didn’t see you as one.

It was hard at first, learning that everytime your parents insulted you, all the times that you were punished by them, all they took from you, all that was supposed to happen, hell, it had to be like that.

With time, and with Miguel by your side, you grew comfortable in your position, you could stay with him forever, just like he promised all the times you crawled to him after a bad day or a bad memory. forever, right? 

“You might just have dealt the final blow.”

You were facing each other, he was always taller than you, but right now, you feel like the smallest thing in the world, you’ve known this feeling, and you don’t want that to happen with him.

But it was too late to want and not want things.

“Why didn't you do it? It was a simple button.” his voice was raspy, probably from all the yelling before, but he’s being cautious with you, the feeling in your stomach confirms it.

“I didn’t think like it was the right thing.” you didn’t tremble, he knows that you need him, but he also knows the woman you are.

“What?” that was it.

Silence, it could have been just seconds, but it feels like eternity to you, maybe because eternity was beautiful in your eyes, and what he started to say, definitely not.

“It’s incredible how after all this time, all of the effort I put on you, you show up to be just a disappointment, i don’t care what you think.”

“Stop.” he didn’t mean it, he didn’t mean it.

“Stop, you’re losing me.”

“No, you dont get for me to stop, I've always been there for you, I saved you again and again for you to turn your back on me? really?” you could feel the anger in his voice.

“Miguel, it's not like that, stop.” a little steps to get closer, you needed him closer.

“Stop, you’re losing me.”

“It is like that, it's always like that, you always fail and let me down, you don’t care about the real things because you’re stuck to keep suffering for some stupid thing that happened to you years ago, i'm tired of you being a nuisance to me.”

“My heart won’t start anymore..”

“What?” now it was your turn, without letting the tears take over your face. “I’m a nuisance? And what about you? the only thing you’ve been doing is watching on that little screen something that you could never have again, holding on to the memory of your mistakes, jealous that a kid can know beforehand and actually do something about it!” you know you don’t mean this, you know his suffering, but this was just too much.

“What I do is my business, but you work for me, you have to do what I say.” his tone wasn’t cautious anymore, his words were as thin as a dagger, was it always like that for him?

“I don’t work for you, i’m your-” he cut you off, almost instantly.

“You’re nothing to me.” he didn’t look at you when he said that.

“..for you.”

“What are you gonna do to that kid?” your voice was kinda broken, but you glared at him with storms in your eyes.

“Whatever is necessary to avoid him destroying a whole universe.”

“And the air is thick with loss and indecision.”

“Then I'm gone.” you turned away, he didn’t say anything, he didn’t look back.

He didn’t care if you were gone, he was letting you go just this easy, when your whole body was screaming at you that you should crawl to him, beg for his care and for his love, like you always did.

“Now you’re running down the hallway, and you know what they all say..”

That night, Miguel went to his room, that was yours too, expecting to find you a crying mess, it was always like that, you two had argued before, and he knows that he can fix this, by fixing you.

Opposite of his imagination, you weren’t there, all that was left was all your stuff, the clothes that he loved seeing you wearing, the gifts that he made, the ones that you made, all of it was there, but not you.

He forgot what fear was like, until he saw the little note you had left behind for him.

“i love you.”

It was the first time that one of you “said” that, and he hated it, hated his vulnerability, hated the short tear that was crossing his jaw now, but mostly, he hated you, for making him feel all of this and being gone.

“You don’t know what you got until it’s gone.”

“My heart won’t start anymore (‘cause you’re losing me).”

It had been three months now, you were helping Miles and his band, they were your friends now and they cared for you.

Mostly Gwen, you talked to her a lot, and she’s been helping you with your feelings.

You were miserable, you hated this so much, hated him so much.

The truth was that you were dying to go with him, you were so attached that it was completely painful, and you were fighting with yourself every day.

Because not matter how much you loved Miguel, you were on your own now, and you had the right to think and act for yourself, so if that means you have to be against him, even fight him, then you were going to do it.

That was what you said to yourself, but when the moment came, when all of your friends were fighting against the corporation you helped build, when the love of your life was in front of you, claws and teeth out, you were paralyzed.

“‘Til we were too far gone to bring back to life”

He was getting closer and closer, and some part of you was hoping that this was the man that didn’t even need words for you to know he loved you, the man that you would give up on your life from, you would do anything or everything for the things to go back to how they were.

“I gave you all my best me’s, my endless empathy.”

And that thought alone bothered you, why would you do everything for a man that was about to kill you if necessary? you were done with this.

You threw the first punch, as it was unexpected, he didn’t block it at all.

“And all I did was bleed as i tried to be the bravest soldier.”

“I’m not afraid of you.” your voice didn’t come off as he expected, you weren’t fragile anymore.

And so it began, he was a fighter and he wasn’t containing, you were hurt but you didn’t stop,for now you were blocking his claws and pushing him towards a kind of factory in the city, the farther away he was from Miles, the better.

“You’re not gonna kill a child Miguel, I'm not letting you.” he didn’t even care to respond, god how you hated that he wasn’t giving any signal of regret in all of this.

“You can still come with us, with me, you know?” of all the things he could’ve said, he chose that.

“Fighting in only your army, frontlines, don’t you ignore me.”

You didn’t respond, he kept talking.

“You are my best soldier, come on.” you were under him, he could finish this right now, you were bleeding and sore, he was too.

“I’m the best thing at this party (you’re losing me).”

The only reason you couldn’t hate him was the memories of what you had, but that, the attitude that he has on top of you, like your life was only in his hand, that he was portraying himself as your forever savior, you were boiling with rage.

You moved as fast as you could, pushing him off of you with the studies you had collected of fighting beside him, now you were on top, hitting at him with blood nubling your “pretty eyes” as he called them.

With that, he understood there was not a turning the situation, this was it, this is how it’s gonna end.

He grabbed you with all his strength and started shoving your body against the columns in the old fabric, along with this, he was telling you how disappointed he was, villainizing you for leaving him alone.

You couldn’t hear due to the damage.

“And I'm fading thinking do something, babe, say something.”

Blow comes, blow goes, you weren’t thinking of what you were doing, you were so mad that he wasn’t saying something, that he prefers this before taking the risk of believing in you.

“I hate you.” you thought about every time, how he manipulated you, how he controlled every feeling and idea in your head, and you hated how much you would love to stop this and go back to that.

“Lose something babe, risk something.”

He wasn’t fighting back anymore, the floor was cold and every punch that touched his skin made him feel warm.

He was regretting everything, he didn’t care about Miles now, he didn’t care about another universe anymore, he only cared about you, the universe of his own.

“I did everything for you, I would've died only for you, I would've even killed Miles for you, and I think I would still do it if you just choose me!”

You were letting it all out, not even listening to the voice of the man under you.

“Choose something, babe, i got nothing to believe, unless you’re choosing me.”

You were tired, couldn’t throw anymore hits, and that’s when you noticed, he was barely breathing under you, mumbling some words that you haven’t heard.

Your body didn’t move, you freezed.

“Stop, you’re losing me.”

Miguel used his last strength to clean some of the tears that were traveling down your cheek, you could now hear what he was saying.

“I’m so sorry, amor.” it’s the first time you’ve seen a genuine smile.

“Stop, stop, stop.”

You know there was nothing to be done, and no one could help right now, it was just you and him like it was in the beginning.

“I love you.” you whispered to him, grabbing his hand.

“I love you too.” he closed his eyes.

“I can’t find a pulse, my heart won’t start anymore.”

[misseviehyde]

SELFGRADING

Linda hadn't been sure about the remote body at first. It seemed like something crazy out of a science fiction film - but her daughter had insisted it was safe and in the end she'd decided to try it.

Her youngest - Tina - had married a rich entrepreneur with an interest in cutting edge technology and the happy couple had moved to a highly inaccessible location in the mountains in order to carry out his research. Patrick had built a bespoke laboratory mansion complex in order to test drive his new technology and unfortunately the nearest airport was nearly a days drive away.

As it would now take Linda so long to be actually able to see her daughter, Patrick had suggested that she try out his technology. It would both help his research and also allow her to be with them in person whenever they liked.

Patrick was developing a remote controlled body he called an I-Clone - a living synthetically grown flesh body that a person could transfer their consciousness into and pilot and control like they were in their own. There were some ethical issues to work out with the bodies - but they were effectively empty vessels waiting to be filled with a consciousness.

Using her own DNA, Patrick had grown Linda an identical clone body to her own which would be kept in a suspension tank when not being used. Now all she had to do was use transfer her consciousness to it when she wanted to spend time with her daughter.

Linda was nervous the first time she attached the electrodes to her temples and initiated the transfer process. She'd hooked her own body up to the IV and life support machine that Patrick had provided so it wouldn't become damaged during her transfer. She also had a nurse checking in on her daily. Even so, leaving your body for another one was quite nerve-wracking.

She felt herself losing consciousness in her own location as her thoughts, memory and personality were digitised and sent whirling through the internet.

When she opened her eyes a few minutes later and slowly rose out of her suspension tank - taking her first breath in her new body - she couldn't believe it had worked.

Tina and Patrick were delighted. Patrick in particular was super proud of his new invention and he knew that his I-clones were going to change history. The rich and powerful would pay well to have multiple bodies and the ability to instantaneously travel around the world to a new body whenever they liked.

They ate dinner together, and Linda was amazed at how identical her new body felt. It was just like she was in her normal self - everything was exactly the same as usual. She spent two days with the couple, hiking, eating, exercising and having a good time.

On the final night before transferring back to her own body, Tina had gone to bed and Patrick and she were chatting about the weekend.

"It's just a shame my body is identical to my real one, I could barely keep up with you and Tina on that hike," smiled Linda.

"Hah, you kept up fine - though of course if you wanted I suppose I could alter your iclone to make it fitter," mused Patrick innocently.

"Oh... really?" asked Linda, suddenly intrigued. "You could make me fitter? Younger maybe?"

"Welllll, I guess the iclone can be adjusted in it's suspension tanks. If I took off the safety protocol, you could modify this body however you like."

Linda grinned, "Show me."

Patrick looked at her hesistantly. "I... errrr. I probably shouldn't. It was just a stupid dumb idea."

"Oh please Patrick, I promise I won't tell Tina. Just a few... little... changes."

"Well... I ummm guess a couple of small changes can't hurt."

*********

Linda looked at herself in the mirror with a satisfied smirk. It had only taken a few hours in the suspension tank and her clone body had been altered exactly as she'd requested.

Jumping back inside she could already feel the difference. She felt younger, her skin tighter and smoother. Her graying hair was now jet black and thicker. Her smile was brighter, her aches and pains now gone. She looked half the age she had. She felt... horny.

"What's that?" she asked, pointing at the controls for the suspension tank.

She'd watched Patrick carefully to see how he adjusted the clone body. She'd even seen him key in the password; Tina's birthday. Now she was curious about how it all worked.

"Oh, that's an experimental feature. It's a personality filter. When you upload a consciousness to the clone, it's possible to set conditions so only certain mental attributes pass over. Technically you could leave all the parts of yourself you don't like - piloting your old body. It's pretty dangerous though so I haven't activated it."

Linda smiled. "Why don't we try it next time? There are a few things about myself I wouldn't mind leaving behind."

"Linda... are you nuts? It's bad enough that I've changed you to be younger. You don't look much older than Tina now. She's going to freak when she sees your modified body. If I start messing with your mind, who knows where it could end up?"

Linda swayed over to him. "Patrick, don't be such a pussy. I love how this new body feels and I want to help you with your experiments. I've always wanted to be more confident... more assertive. I was thinking about using the filter to block out some of my more useless inhibitions. Tina won't object, after all - she'll never find out. What's the worst that could happen?"

Patrick looked at her helplessly - unable to argue as she guided his hands to the controls and he keyed in the override. It was time to program the filter...

**********

Linda was so excited as she activated the transfer process and lay back. It felt... different... this time. Last time it had just felt like falling asleep and waking up again as her. This time it felt better and more exciting - though she knew that was because of the filters she had programmed into the transfer process.

Her better body was waiting for her, but this time not all of her personality would transfer. The filter was going to strip out her inhibitions - all the things that held her back. She'd still be her - only she'd be a BETTER her.

Linda moaned as she flowed through the internet and parts of her were left behind. Patrick reckoned that if she filtered enough of her personality - what would be left would even be able to operate her body. The thought was intriguing.

With a gasp she found herself in her new, younger clone body. Patrick was waiting nearby with concern on his face.

"Linda... how... how do you feel?"

"I FEEL GREAT!" laughed Linda, leaping to her feet. Her improved body felt amazing but now so too did her personality. She felt hornier, more assertive, brimming with confidence and a desire to take what she wanted and not be held back.

She looked over at Patrick.

"Mmmmmh, now I have a personality to match my new body. I'm a confident, sensual, assertive woman now. It's like I can think clearly Patrick. This technology you have created will make you so rich. You just need the right guidance to help realise the full potential."

Turning to the console she activated it and entering the password began to program.

"Hey, how do you know my password? What are you doing?"

Linda ignored Patrick. She had a taste for the power of her clone-body now and she wanted more. A wicked smile on her face she began to program a new body - an even better body.

She set up the filter to strip away even more of her goody-goody personality whilst she worked on the body. Bigger tits, sexier hair - a sluttier face. She felt wet at the thought of how hot she could make her clone-self using this techology.

"Linda! What are you doing? Stop it - those changes are obscene. You can't make your tits that big!"

Linda laughed. "Yes I can, and you're going to help me. I'm going to climb inside and I want you to activate the machine and help me get even sexier. I want to become even hotter Patrick. I'm going to jump back into my old body and when I swap back, I'm going to be a Goddess."

"No Linda, this is wrong."

Linda grinned and walking over, she grabbed Patrick's crotch and squeezed enticingly. "What's wrong is not using this delicious power to make ourselves hot. You can use the same power Patrick. Upgrade your body, give yourself a big dick and a better body. You have no idea how good this feels."

Sinking to her knees, Linda giggled as she unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. "Not that you need it. This is a nice cock. But think how hot it would be if I was an even bigger slut sucking it."

Patrick groaned as his horny mother-in-law engulfed his dick in her younger mouth and began to suck. She expertly played with his balls, sucking and slurping till with a shuddering gasp he began to cum.

"Mmmmmh, this is only the start baby - just you wait and see what's next."

Patrick just groaned feebly, he was hers now and he knew it.

*******

Linda screamed in ecstasy as she felt the transfer process activate and her mind was split apart. All the parts of herself that she was most coming to enjoy - the evil, bitchy, dominant parts was transported to her new waiting body.

The rest - the guilt... the insecurity, the feeble love for others was left in her old body.

New Linda felt herself filling her waiting body up. It's modifications in the tank were complete - modifications she had carefully specified.

"Mmmmmmh fuck yesssss", she hissed as she wiggled her manicured fingers and slowly sat up. Her hair was now a glossy black wave and her huge tits hung on her chest.

Linda reached down to touch her waxed pussy - it was tighter and more sensitive... ready for big cock. She laughed as she hefted her massive new tits and sliding out of the tank stood naked and unashamed. She was taller, fitter, stronger and sexier now. Her clone body had curves in ALL the right places.

"Oh my God," whimpered Patrick as he saw the naked Goddess in front of him.

"Mmmmmh, I told you that you'd like my body. Come here and fuck me." She bent over the tank enticingly, her large ass now in the air as she wiggled it for him and sighed in horny frustration.

"My daughter is nothing compared to me now. Come fuck a real woman."

Patrick knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help himself as he slid his dick inside his Mother-in-law. Her pussy gripped his cock so tight and he groaned in ecstasy as he fucked her - her big tits in his hands as he pounded her doggy.

"Yes Patrick - fuck meeee. I'm such a bitch. Fuck me harder. Take me!"

"Ohhhh Linda, you're so tight... ohhh fuck..."

"Mmmmh, don't call me Linda anymore. From now on I am Lia. I want to be even more evil Patrick. I'm going to use your machine to make myself even hotter and more evil. I want to be a fucking Dark Goddess. Now cum inside me, you're mine now and Tina is nothing."

Patrick screamed her name as he began to cum.

He belonged to Goddess Lia now.

*****

Rising up out of her suspension tank - Goddess Lia sighed in satisfaction as she reviewed the latest changes. Bigger tits and doll-like features were definitely the way to go. Her clone body became better and sluttier with each adjustment. She loved corrupting herself.

In the tank next to her Patrick's clone body was also transforming. She'd helped him select the body she preferred... black, muscled, big cocked. Soon Patrick would cease to exist and her lover Ricky would be by her side... permanently.

Patrick had explained how the clone bodies were immortal. He'd still had some moral objections to her plans, till she'd forced him to swap into his new form and used the mind filter to strip him of all his morality too.

Now he was just as evil as she was and seemed to enjoy it too. Of course, she'd made sure that she would always be the most powerful of the two of them - ensuring that his lust for her would keep him under control.

Dressed in maid's outfits, both Tina, Patrick and her old body were now pathetically scrubbing the floor. It amused Lia to see how weak and fragile her old self was. She loved to see the parts of her personality she had rid herself now trapped forever in a decaying form. Her new body was SO much better,

With a hiss the tank next to her also began to open. Goddess Lia smiled as her lover emerged, his big dick already hard for her.

She moaned as he slid his cock deep inside and they began to fuck in front of their lessers. Self-improvement really was so fucking hot.

[subway-boss-jericho]

Queuing posts for most of my AUs! Check out this Masterpost! ᵈᶦˢᶜˡᵃᶦᵐᵉʳ ⁻ ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵉⁿᵗ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉᶦʳ ᶦᶜᵒⁿᶦᶜ ᵏⁿᶦᶠᵉ ᵇᵃⁿᵍˢ! ᴵ ˡᵉᶠᵗ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵒᶠᶠ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᶦˢ ʳᵉᶠᵉʳᵉⁿᶜᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ᵗʰᵉᶦʳ ᶠᵃᶜᵉˢ ᶠᵘˡˡʸ ᵛᶦˢᶦᵇˡᵉ.

Befriend my reflection to find my shadow

-Premise- With an intense amount of investigation and study, Emmet has learned what happened to his brother. He was sucked through an Ultra Wormhole, and today he finally knows how to get him back. It took an exhaustive amount of effort, but today is finally the day. He's built a machine that will help him cross through to the dimension where his brother was taken, and now he will finally save him!

...Uh. Except, when he finally successfully enters the other universe and storms into the subway. Instead of his brother, he comes face to face with... Himself. Neither of their twins is anywhere in sight, and now Emmet (1) has to figure out how to invent time travel while Emmet (2) does his best to make him feel at home. If he would just leave him alone he would get so much more work done!! But NooOOoo, Emmet (2) insists that he take snack breaks when he's explicitly told him that drinks are NOT allowed near the computers!!

Emmet (2) has had a new chance at brotherhood delivered straight to him, and even though it's unconventional and admittedly a little fuckin weird, he is going to make the most of this situation.

-Noteworthy Points- If they liked Emmet so much why isn't there an Emmet 2. GREAT NEWS! Welcome to Emmet! 2!! I lovingly call this story Two Left Hands but the actual AU name is usually just shortened to Reflection AU. Emmet (1) is on the left and Emmet (2) is on the right.

Emmet (1) is currently based in an abandoned railway car that is in Chargestone Cave. He took it and turned it into his own computer lab, and Emmet (2) took it and turned it into more of a home.

Hijinks will ensue as the two of them grapple with loss (and denial!) and sure do find some family but not in the way either of them expected or necessarily wanted. (2) just wants to make sure (1) takes care of himself, and (1) just wants (2) to leave him alone long enough for him to find a way to get Ingo back again. (...And then... maybe get (2)'s Ingo back too. If he's feeling charitable.)

-Links- Currently none! I will update this post with links to comics/art/writing if/when I post any!

[tmntkiseki]

This is a bit tangential to your Bo staff thought, but it made me think about it.

I’ve always thought Donny was the weakest fighter, mostly because on screen he’s the most likely to just drop what he’s doing or trip over himself. Which I attribute to him having his focus split between training and tech.

However, I personally don’t think him being physically the weakest makes sense. I don’t know a lot about the Bo staff either, but he uses it to launch himself quite a bit which has gotta take some crazy upper body strength. Which also tracks since he’s the one who’s (most often) working with heavy machinery. I think that’s a really interesting thought about how the weapon could lead to that stereotype, though. A guy with a staff doesn’t immediately look as imposing as a guy with a sword, even if they’re built the same.

Yeah, being physically weak and being the weakest fighter are two different things. As a casual observer, the bō comes off as a weapon that is far trickier to utilize effectively in combat as an offensive weapon than, say, Leonardo's katanas or Raphael's sais, simply due to the fact it's not a blade weapon; it is, for lack of better comparison, a glorified stick. And because it is a stick, it doesn't look particularly intimidating, which might give off the impression that Don is weak and doesn't have as much going for him when faced with a crowd of enemies.

However, what the bō lacks in raw attack power it more than makes up for in overall utility. A lot of Donatello's fighting style seems to rely on first defending against attacks with his bō, then finding an opportunity to counterattack using either the bō itself or his own strength. This gif offers a pretty good example of what Donnie looks like when he's at his best in combat, since we get to see him using his bō both offensively and defensively.

Like, especially note how the encounter with the Foot Ninja wielding the katana plays out. Don first uses his bō to block his attacker's weapon, then kicks him away while spinning the bō in the event the Foot Ninja attempts a counterattack, adopting a defensive posture in the process. A lot of lovely little details in the span of only a few seconds that show just what kind of fighter Don is.

Again, it's difficult to talk about how the turtles fight when you don't study/practice martial arts yourself, but Don is an interesting case study because he's probably one of the strongest turtles physically, yet his weapon of choice and the fighting style that comes along with it demands that he fight more defensively.

Edit: ALSO, in regards to Don having his focus divided between both ninja training and inventing, that would definitely account for some of his occasional clumsy moments during missions. He's definitely dedicated when it comes to his actual training sessions, but if he's spending a significant amount of time working on his machines, then he's likely not getting in quite as much practice as, say, Leo.

[ahc-au]

🌏 AHC AU 🌎

Cody Augustus Jones

date of birth : 28th of April, 2090

planet of origin : Earth

species : human

pronouns : he/him/his/himself

gender : male

age : 15

occupation : heir to the company O’Neil Tech, regularly inventing new tools and machines for the company to use and produce

hobbies & interests : engineering, tracking down and collecting family memorabilia

Until recently, Cody Jones had lived a very isolated life, raised technically by his uncle Dunn (but we all know Serling actually did all the work, let’s be honest). That all changed after he built the Time Window, which turned out to be a little too effective and brought to him a new part of his family, the ninja turtles and master Splinter. They all encouraged Cody to trust himself more, to become more independent, and to question his uncle’s shady behavior. He’d since gone on more adventures in a few short months than he ever thought he could, he’d faced formidable foes and won, and by the time the Splintersons had to return home, they knew Cody would do okay on his own.

They didn’t mean to take Serling away with them, but he’s gone now, nevertheless, and Cody worries how he’ll deal with everything on his own in the wake of Darius Dunn’s arrest and trial. He is under the protection of President Bishop, a man that he deeply admires (and that he’s saved the world with before!) and lives with the Dark Turtles in the presidential condo (ooh, fancy). He and the Kanabo turtles feel a certain level of solidarity in how they were respectively abused by Dunn, though Cody can’t help but feel like he should’ve done something sooner. He’s decided to at least look after them now and help them navigate the world they’ve been brought into.

(And if Cody had a nickel for every time he helped a family of mutants navigate the world despite barely having explored any of it himself, he’d have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot, but it’s enough to perhaps make him get attached quicker than he should.)

official character tag : #ahc cody / #ahc cody jones (chances are neither of the authors will remember to use just one or the other ^^’)

~ art and moodboard by authors!

[fishing-lesbian-catgirl]

do you have any mech pilot oc's

Yes! I actually have an entire Mech pilot setting that I’ve been wanting to write about for a while. And since I can’t think of a better opportunity to talk about it I’ll do that here. Warning for lots of text and infodumping below, also all of this was originally an idea for a novel so if this sounds a bit like reading the back of a book or like the setup to something that’s why

The story takes place in an huge city in America, where the entrepreneur who invented* zero gravity technology got so wealthy off of it that he decided to build an enormous tower that now has 7 ringed districts floating around it, with each one getting more wealthy and fancy the higher up the rings go. Besides its bizarre structure, the city’s other claims to fame are being the birthplace of Mechs that use zero g technology to function efficiently and being the place where Mech combat as a sport, which is played in large zero g arenas, is played. Mech combat is primarily a sport in this setting, although combat Mechs do exist that are used by the oppressive US police forces and militaries (it’s a bit of a dystopian setting) but the focus is primarily on the sport part in the story I want to write. There are also Mechs used for construction and other practical uses.

The main character of said story, Wormgear, is a mech mechanic who lives in “the underworld” which is the poor city that is beneath the floating ring districts. Wormgear grew up in her moms’ mechanic shop learning directly from her mothers how to be a mechanic for servicing primarily construction mechs and other vehicles. When one of her moms caught a lucky break and got an offer to move to another city to work for a big construction vehicle company, their moms moved away, while they stayed behind and took over the shop. Living alone and working in a poor part of the city, they struggled to make ends meet servicing just construction Mechs and transport vehicles, but once she found her way into being a mechanic for Mechs used in underground illegal combat sport that is even more dangerous than the official leagues played up on the rings, she finally found her true calling. She built her own Mech and became a successful underground prize fighter while also advertising her business to everyone in the scene. Things are going well enough for her, until a masked stranger in a machine far fancier than most underground fighting Mechs shows up and starts dominating the scene. After one particularly grueling match, when Wormgear gets back to her shop, she’s surprised to find the masked stranger in here garage.

Penelope Darlington, is the daughter of a wealthy businessman who had early on invested heavily into the zero-g corporation that now owns the entire city and the technology used in half the machines in the country. Being passionate about the gravmech sport, her father invested all the best training and equipment in the world for his son to be one of best pilots in history, and when said beloved son changed her gender and began going by the pilot moniker “Darling” it was such a good idea for her personal brand that he never even thought of opposing her. Now a national celebrity and a rising star predicted to earn titles and break records in the sport, Penelope should have had everything she ever wanted. But when the off-season comes and she can’t get that exhilarating thrill of piloting, the boredom drives her to do something stupid and illegal. Anonymously commissioning the creation of a new Mech, she enters the gravmech underworld with a mask and a pseudonym. She had never anticipated that anything would go wrong with her plan, and after weeks of wiping the floor with her competition without a scratch on her paint she got too comfortable, and some punk in a hunk of scrap landed a blow that disabled some of her engines. She didn’t lose, but she now needed to find a mechanic that could be discreet. Following the advice of someone in the scene, she found herself in a Mech garage of the very punk who damaged her precious machine in the first place, and what’s worse is the lifts to the higher levels are shut down this late at night!

Gonna stop my early plot synopsis there I think. If you couldn’t guess from everything I wrote here, these are my lesbian mecha pilot ocs who I love very much and hope to be able to actually write the story for some day when I can actually finish or even just continue working on a writing project for once.

[undreaming-fanfiction]

This is a very belated birthday drabble for the wonderful @unclewaynemunson, your Pat a Mat AU is ready, Anna! I hope you enjoy the ridiculousness just as much as I have.

One would think that once all of the Upside Down bullshit is done, Vecna buried, all of them alive, healed and with enough hush money from the government to last a lifetime, that Steve Harrington and Nancy Wheeler would settle down, find some quiet comfort in their potential careers and each other. There would be pleasant dinners, quiet conversations and peace they haven't known for a while.

One would think that. But that one wouldn't probably be familiar with their romantic partners, Eddie Munson and Robin Buckley.

See, Steve and Nancy come from picture perfect households. Eddie and Robin don't. So where Steve and Nancy have a certain sense of what should be done and how it should be done, Eddie and Robin have a) enthusiasm, b) creativity, and c) terrifying amounts of energy.

Which is probably why Steve and Nancy are here, sitting on a picnic blanket with a bottle of wine between them and two first aid kits ready. They are watching Robin and Eddie who took to gardening and are now doing their absolute best to uplift their garden to new aesthetic heights.

That's a lie. This isn't gardening, this is an Indiana plant massacre with garden shears.

"So now you cut off the top and it will bear the perfect resemblance to our beloved dingus!" announces Robin and slices off way too much of the bush. The poor thing looks almost dead.

Nancy leans towards Steve and whisper-asks why the two decided to create a bush statue of Steve between the two gates leading to their houses, but Steve doesn't have an answer. He just downs his glass of wine and watches the tragedy unfold.

It's always like this. Robin and Eddie come up with a home improvement project, get very creative and then Nancy drives them to the hospital while Steve and Wayne clean up their mess. It's lucky Nancy and Steve love them do much.

When a new half-secluded neighborhood was built in Hawkins, the four of them thought it was perfect. Two small and adjacent houses, two gardens that they could connect by tearing down the fence. No one to judge them for being in same-sex relationships, no one to stare into their windows. The expectation was that Steve would spend lots of time with Robin, the two taking turns using their single shared brain cell, but instead, they got...this.

In the last year, Eddie and Robin's project list included, but wasn't limited to:

A theoretically wonderful invention of an alarm clock that would open the window once it started ringing, letting in fresh air and sunlight. Nancy and Steve weren't sure how it was supposed to work, the two inventors kept their progress a secret, but they saw the results, a broken window, a wall clock the size of the ones found in a train station, three broken broom handles and a ball of tangled wire.

An automated lawn mower. That one nearly worked. Nearly. Eddie tied the mower to a stake in the ground and Robin taped the starter so it moved on its own - a bit too well. The stake was no match for the mighty mowster (coined by Eddie) and the four of them ended up chasing the runaway machine throughout their street.

An effortless pancake flipper. It didn't matter how many times Steve repeated that he doesn't mind cooking, likes it in fact, Eddie wanted his boyfriend to be able to get comfortable and to sleep in because his Stevie deserved all the comfort and perfection he could get. Steve only learned about this experiment when he came home to a pan tied to a drill, spinning and splashing batter everywhere. Robin and Eddie were blindly walking around the kitchen walls, batter in their eyes and muttered reassurances that the pancake menace would have to run out of batter. Eventually.

Back to the present and half bottle of wine in, Eddie and Robin finally understand that no matter how much they cut, they're not getting Steve's likeness out of the suffering bush. Nancy and Steve exchange a well-practiced look, sensing a dip in the manic energy of their beloved partners. They slowly lure them in, Steve with cold beer and Nancy with a fancy cocktail that Steve pre-mixed. Among cut branches, dead leaves and quiet that wasn't fooling anyone, Nancy kisses Robin's cheek and says she's really sorry their plan didn't work out.

"Oh don't worry, Nance," Robin smiles and there's something unsettling about the look she shoots at Eddie. "We have a plan B."

The next morning, Wayne visits them and is stopped in his tracks by a...thing. Probably...originally, once upon a time, it must have been a bush. The bush now looks like all of Indiana's herbivores stopped by and munched it into an approximately human-like shape. Not very distinct, but there's no room for questioning as there's a huge Steve head with a Scoops Ahoy hat taped over the upper part of the bush.

Half a year ago, Wayne would have been concerned. Now he's just mildly amused.

He makes his way to the Munson-Harrington house and gets a cup of coffee from Steve while Eddie's gentle snoring echoes from the bedroom. "So..." he says, "No loss of blood or limbs this time?"

And Steve, bless his heart, only snorts and pours himself the rest of the kettle. "That's what makes the thing outside almost bearable. It's so ugly but they were so happy when they managed to get the tape right, I just...I can't take it down."

Wayne nods, sipping from his mug. He too would do almost anything to keep his nephew happy.

But if he happens to accidentally knock into the bush, entangle himself in the tape and has to destroy the Steve Bushington in the process...it's definitely just an accident.

[random-iz-stuff]

Zim might be one of the smartest Irkens alive:

In the comics, an Irken Engineer named Skrang built this thing:

It’s a prototype wormhole generator, giving the Tallest the ability to teleport anything to the base of any Invader, heavily implied to be the first of its kind.

Skrang had help doing this. He wears a specialized backpack filled with dozens of harvested Vortian brains, which presumably gives him a boost of intelligence. It’s a literal think tank.

Now it’s pretty safe to assume that Skrang either invented the wormhole generator on his own or at least played a massive part in doing so, as he wouldn’t need the extra brainpower if he was following a blueprint made by someone else.

Irkens are extremely intelligent on their own, especially when it comes to machines and mechanical devices. Vortians are also extremely smart, being tied with Irkens for the rank of “smartest known species in the Galaxy”. Now take that information and think about how complicated that wormhole generator must be.

It took an irken artificially increasing their intelligence with dozens of Vortian brains to make a one-way prototype. It took two of the smartest species in the Galaxy mixing several of their brains together to make this thing. (Minor headcanon: the only reason that Vortian brains are being used in the Irken Think Tank instead of Irken brains is because Vortian brains are easily acquired now that the Empire has captured Vort, while harvesting an Irken brain means killing a perfectly good Irken).

Point is, this wormhole generator is extremely advanced, possibly more advanced than anything else in the entire galaxy, and it took harvesting the brains of dozens of the galaxy’s smartest creatures and connecting them to another one of the Galaxy’s smartest creatures to figure out how to build it. And even then they still don’t know how to make it two-way.

Then the Tallest use it to send a piece of garbage to Zim and within minutes, this happens:

Within minutes of receiving the trash, Zim figured out how to trace its origin back to the Massive. This wormhole generator is the first of its kind and Zim managed to easily trace it back to the massive. NO ONE besides the Tallest and Engineer Skrang have seen this thing, and only Skrang knows how it works, but Zim still managed to figure out exactly what it was and trace it back to the Massive.

That’s not really saying much on its own, as the wormhole most likely gave off a unique energy signal that Zim could track, but it’s important for this next thing.

At the end of the comic, Zim does this:

Zim reverse engineered the wormhole generator.

Alright, alright, WAIT WHAT!?

ZIM BUILT HIS OWN IDENTICAL WORMHOLE GENERATOR!? THE THING THAT’S SO COMPLICATED AND ADVANCED THAT SKRANG HAD TO ATTACH A TANK FULL OF VORTIAN BRAINS TO HIMSELF JUST TO MAKE HIMSELF SMART ENOUGH TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO BUILD ONE?!

And it gets even more impressive when you realize that Zim has NEVER SEEN the wormhole generator before. All he has to go off in terms of building one is that single energy signature that he used to trace the wormhole back to the Massive.

All he had in terms of blueprints was a single reading showing the energy signal that the wormhole gives off. That’s like trying to build a bomb by using the crater of another bomb as your only blueprint.

He built that thing from SCRATCH. With NO blueprint and a completely unmodified brain. Zim doesn’t have a tank full of Vortian brains attached to his back, and he didn’t need one to build a super complex wormhole generator.

And that’s before you consider that it probably took weeks, possibly even months for Engineer Skrang to go from his original concept to the working prototype that we see. Meanwhile, judging by how Zim believed that he was in serious danger and was trying to build his wormhole generator as quickly as he possibly could because of that, I’d say that it took him no more than an hour to build his wormhole generator, maybe two hours if we’re being generous.

In other words, Zim’s brain on its own was able to do in an hour what an artificially enhanced Irken brain took MONTHS to do.

And despite that, Zim still has no common sense. He really does have a 20 in Intelligence and a 3 in Wisdom.

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I increasingly think that Arcane fans would like Synners by Pat Cadigan.

It’s thoroughly different in setting and plot—it’s a cyberpunk novel set in 1991’s vision of a high-tech future Los Angeles—but has, I think, a very similar style and spirit to the story of a large cast of mostly well-meaning but clashing characters hurtling a city to its breaking point. Synners is vivid, kaleidoscopic portrait of a city and the interconnected people who live in it, on the cusp a major technological change that's going to force everyone to change in return.

It depicts the initial invention and early days of brain-sockets that allow people to jack directly into the internet. Following a swirling cast of characters, from homeless teens to entertainment tech CEOs, from the shifting participants of hacker communities to the middle-aged drudge-workers on an advertising agency salary, to aging rock musicians and dreamy-eyed artistic druggies, all the people whose lives are going to be different forever. Who are changing for the machines.

The cast of characters is large but four core perspectives anchor the book: Sam, a teen hacker, who runs more with her street friends than with her businesswoman mom, fiery with the creativity and righteous anger of a teen activist with nowhere to put it; Gabe, her father, who wanted to be an artist and never made it, and he ended up with an ex-wife who doesn't like him and a daughter who doesn't talk to him and a salaried career in advertising that he completely phones in; Gina, newly hired by Gabe's same company, who used to be a rock musician back when that was hot and anyone cared, sharp and cynical and burned-out but willing to take this leap to do something truly creative and new again even if she thinks it'll bring them all down; and Mark, her friend, creative partner, on-again-off-again lover, and pain in her ass that she still deeply cares for despite her own resentment sometimes, a visionary and a musician floating in his own world most of the time, who embraces the brain sockets so he can upload his ideas and feelings and visions to the world in wild new unfiltered ways.

Synners is organic and messy, wild and energetic, and feels fresh even when a lot of that era of cyberpunk no longer does. It can be hard to follow at first - the first 200 or so pages are an exploratory introduction to the characters and their world. And then around the halfway mark it's like Cadigan snaps her fingers and everything springs to life and oh, shit, suddenly everything's happening and storylines start colliding and it's a breathtaking brutal poetic machine of a plot she's built.