#tiny inventor rambles

[chibi-rui-kamishiro]

Oh my?~ Another me.. who's a Chibi? :3 - @carefree-prodigy

Why, hello there~

[chibi-rui-kamishiro]

Ah, Mizuki! You miss your...wife? Is that Eggman?

...I see, you are referencing a meme... A, uh, interesting one... Though I must ask, do you actually have a wife? Tsukasa-kun told me about alternative universes where everything is possible so I couldn't help but wonder...

Finally, I found one of them... I have to be careful, it seems to be just Mizuki, but they could be much different than the Mizuki I'm used to...

I miss my wife, Tails. I miss her a lot.

[unsat-and-strange]

y'know what while I'm here lemme just

beauty and the beast au let's go thank you @rocksanddeadflowers and @blazeismyname for feeding the fire in my brain about this I have more doodles I promise but take this for now

[peydawgz]

saw your requests are open and i was wondering if you could do a lil thing where reader is like a inventor and makes a star projector for siebren?? romantic ofc :] hope u have a wonderful day!! !

You Gave Me The Universe || Siebren de Kuiper (Sigma) x Reader

Thank you for your request!!! I hope you like this!! It’s a little angsty, but wholesome ending :3

You and Siebren were tasked to work on a project together, your brilliant minds pairing perfectly. He came up with the ideas and physics, and you brought it to life. He was for the most part quiet, but he would go on rambles when the inspiration sparked.

You understood the trauma behind his mask. You took notice to the way he’d get lost in thoughts, the fear and anxiety, the shaking anger and frustrations. You were the only peaceful thing to come about his sad life. When the black hole appeared around him, and the gravity began to rise, he thought before there was no way to stop him. The thought of hurting the only one who could understand, oh it was like you had a sweet control over him.

Was it fear? Was it anxiety keeping him from you? You hadn’t seen him in a few days, you assumed he was recovering from his outburst. In the meantime, you worked on your own side project. It was just something small, something to keep his mind occupied and make the music fade for once. You cultivated a tiny machine, interpreting his interest in astronomy to create a holographic star projector. It would follow each moon phase, and could zoom in and out of each part of the known galaxy. You’d put so much work into it, you just hoped he would show up eventually so you could give it to him.

After waiting through your usually workday hours with no sign of him, you decided to pay Siebren a visit and see what was up. You tried to call but he would not answer, you still showed up anyways. You knocked on his door, expecting no answer but it only took two seconds before the door creaked open and the tall man stood before you. He wore a comfortable attire, black long pants and a plain white shirt. He looked defeated and uneasy, making you think perhaps he didn’t want you here. It was refreshing just to see him, though, you were worried of the disaster he could cause.

Without exchanging a hello, you lunged into Siebren’s chest, throwing your arms around him as to heal his saddened heart. He was tense, but completely relaxed at your touch. He sighed and invited you in for tea, happy to see your face as well. He didn’t want you to remember him for the monster he showed you he could be. You sat together and talked, mostly you catching him up a bit before getting to your point.

“I made something for you, to help you rest and strengthen your focus.” You told him. He looked shocked, he must not often receive gifts. Before he could say any mess about you didn’t have to get him anything- you told him to close his eyes. You carefully set up the projector out on the table, and shut off the lights. He had a smile creeping over his face, his demeanor changing into excitement.

“Okay you can open them up now.” You take your seat back next to him. He peeks at first, then opens his eyes and mouth in awe as he stares upon the illuminated ceiling. “You made this,, for me??” His voice is almost childlike in bewilderment, and the stars reflect on his glassy eyes. “Yeah! This way, you can relax, when your mind gets fogged up or if you need to fall asleep.” You responded.

“Fascinating…” he mumbled as he lifted a hand, controlling the coordinates with his gravity powers. As you watched him inspect your handmade device, you admired his happiness in this moment. In a state where all chaotic forces do not control him, his intelligence beams. He names each constellation out loud, like checking off a list he knows all too well. He pulled back so far out of the known universe you were staring into the purple clouds and star pools of your own galaxy, suddenly feeling small.

“You are extraordinary. I can’t thank you enough for this… you know me so well.” He said as he faced you. He pulled you in for another hug, his hands holding the fabric of your clothing like something might steal you away from him. He made a mental decision to keep you away from danger, to protect you at all costs and to also cherish your gift to him. No more running and hiding- he would have to fight with his mind to get it under more control, and was thankful for your help to allow him to see this path.

You were taken back by suddenly his whole body covering you in his craving grasp, not understanding the amount of emotion behind it. He was shaking a little, giving you the impression he may cry or his thoughts were becoming too much. You gently caress his back, and slowly moved up to pet his soft, greying hairs as if to soothe him.

His convulsions were that of being overloaded with affection aggression, his desire making him want to nearly crush you, with how sweet and caring you treated him. All signs in his head were pointing to yes, and he could no longer doubt those emotions any longer. He pulls away slowly, his gaze looking among the beautiful swirling colors around you, your own eyes moving around the room as well. He caught your chin with his fingers, crashing his lips into yours very passionately, like letting go of all that held him back. Your face felt hot, a blush showing over your cheeks as you moved closer for more. Once the kiss was over, Siebren slouched over and tucked his face into your neck, scared to look you in the eye for what he’d done. You thought he was so cute, trying to reassure him with more petting and caressing. He moved back, still looking away shyly, you were supposed to be just a coworker, how could he let himself be so inconsiderate to your profession. He looked sad with what he’d done, guilty even.

“It’s okay! I feel the same. There’s no need to worry about later, we should just enjoy now.” You assured him, always being the bright light in his black hole thoughts. He chuckled, reminding himself to relax again, and he leaned back into your touch to enjoy being in the moment with you.

“I can’t thank you enough for all that you do for me. My affection for you goes deeper than the universe.”

[chibi-rui-kamishiro]

...!

Look who finally picked up, fu fu~

Did you leave your phone in another room? I didn't know soaring pegasi were so forgetful~

*Tsukasa receives a call, from a very much known number. Upon looking at the phone screen, the name of the caller can be seen:*

[✮✮ RUI!!!!! 🎈 ✮✮]

Will you pick up the phone? Y / N

-[ @chibi-rui-kamishiro is calling you. ]

Oh, there he goes again... I wonder what made him feel the need to call me this much though... I hope nothing bad happened at PXL while I was gone... Or because I was gone...

-> Y

*Tsukasa picks up the phone.*

[loves-n-kisses]

I’ve always wanted to see Mei and Toga in a relationship bringing out their worst best selves.

Of course!! This one took some brainpower lol.

Factory Scraps - Himiko Toga x Hatsume Mei

TW: Sharp objects, blood, injuries (non-fatal), angst

A story where an injured Toga hides out in an abandoned factory after a mission for the League goes awry. At this factory, Mei is looking for scrap metal. The unexpected happens.

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The abandoned factory loomed on the edge of Musutafu, its rusted girders clawing at a bruised twilight sky. Mei Hatsume, her pink hair streaked with grease, navigated the maze of shattered machinery with a flashlight strapped to her goggles. She was on a mission: scavenge scrap metal for her latest “baby,” a hoverboard that’d make U.A.’s hero course beg for her genius. The air smelled of oil and decay, but to Mei, it was a treasure trove.

A faint clatter echoed from deeper within. Mei froze, her crosshair-shaped pupils narrowing. “Who’s messing with my loot?” she muttered, gripping a wrench. She crept toward the sound, her boots crunching on broken glass, until she spotted a flicker of movement behind a toppled conveyor belt. A figure crouched there, blonde buns glinting in the dim light, a knife twirling in her hand.

“Hey, you!” Mei called, fearless as ever. “This is my scrap heap. Find your own!”

The figure spun, eyes wide and feral. Himiko Toga, battered from a botched League of Villains job, clutched her side, blood seeping through her torn sweater. Her grin was sharp, but her voice wavered. “Oh? A scrappy little inventor, huh? You gonna fight me for this dump?”

Mei tilted her head, unfazed by the knife. “You look like you’re falling apart worse than this place. Hold still.” She rummaged in her tool belt and tossed Toga a bandage-spraying gadget. “Press the red button. It’ll patch you up. Don’t bleed on my metal, though.”

Toga blinked, caught off guard. She expected fear, not… this. Cautiously, she activated the device, wincing as it sprayed antiseptic foam over her wound. “You’re weird,” she said, her grin softening. “What’s your deal, inventor girl?”

“Name’s Mei Hatsume, future gear tycoon!” Mei puffed out her chest. “I’m here for parts, not drama. You got a name, or do I call you Knife Girl?”

Toga giggled, a sound both sweet and unhinged. “Himiko Toga. And I’m just… hiding out. You gonna snitch?”

Mei shrugged, already distracted by a pile of gears. “Snitch? Nah, too much paperwork. Help me carry this, and we’re square.”

Toga, intrigued by Mei’s nonchalance, followed her. They spent the next hour hauling scrap, Mei rambling about torque ratios while Toga teased her for “talking like a robot.” When scavengers—shady types looking for tech—stormed the factory, Mei and Toga teamed up without hesitation. Mei’s electrified net trap zapped the intruders, while Toga’s knife work sent them scrambling. As the last thug fled, Toga caught Mei’s eye and winked. “Not bad, gear girl.”

Mei grinned, adrenaline pumping. “You’re pretty nimble yourself, Knife Girl. Ever think about testing gear? I could use a partner with your moves.”

Toga’s heart skipped. Partner? No one called her that. She masked her fluster with a smirk. “Only if your toys are as fun as you.”

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Over the next weeks, the factory became their secret haven. Toga, dodging the League’s radar, slipped back nightly, drawn to Mei’s chaotic energy. Mei, thrilled to have a “test subject” who didn’t flinch at explosions, set up a makeshift workshop. They’d tinker until dawn, Mei welding while Toga sprawled on a crate, tossing screws and giggling about her “cute” obsessions—blood, knives, and now, maybe, Mei.

One night, Toga carved a tiny heart from a scrap of aluminum and shyly handed it to Mei. “For you,” she mumbled, cheeks pink. “Don’t make it weird.”

Mei’s eyes lit up. “This is perfect!” She strung it on a chain and wore it, oblivious to Toga’s flustered stare. “You’ve got an eye for design, Himiko. I’m making you something back.”

Days later, Mei unveiled her gift: a palm-sized flashlight powered by a drop of Toga’s blood, glowing a soft red. “It’s you,” Mei said, scratching her neck. “Y’know, bright and… intense.”

Toga’s grin faltered, her eyes misty. “You made this for me? Not some hero?”

“Duh,” Mei said. “Heroes are boring. You’re… my kind of project.”

Toga lunged, wrapping Mei in a hug that nearly toppled them. “You’re so dumb,” she laughed, voice thick. “I love it.”

Their bond grew through stolen moments. They’d race Mei’s half-built hoverboard across the factory, crashing into crates and laughing. Toga taught Mei to throw knives, cackling when Mei accidentally nailed a pipe. Mei showed Toga how to weld, guiding her hands with a gentleness that made Toga’s heart race. But the outside world loomed. Toga’s past as a villain, Mei’s dreams of Lightly Labs—they couldn’t stay hidden forever.

One rainy night, as thunder rattled the factory, they huddled under a tarp, fixing a busted radio. Toga sang off-key to the static, her voice raw and wistful. Mei, usually all gears and grit, watched her, mesmerized. “You’re not like anyone else,” Mei said suddenly. “I… I keep thinking about you when I’m not here.”

Toga froze, her usual bravado gone. “Me? But I’m… messed up. You’re gonna hate me when you find out who I am.”

Mei frowned, grabbing Toga’s hand. “I don’t care about ‘who.’ You’re you. My workshop’s better with you in it.”

Toga’s eyes shimmered. She leaned in, hesitant, then kissed Mei, soft and tentative, rain dripping around them. Mei kissed back, clumsy but earnest, her goggles fogging up. They pulled apart, giggling, foreheads pressed together.

“You’re my best invention,” Mei whispered.

Toga smirked, heart full. “And you’re my favorite hideout.”

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Trouble came when Shigaraki tracked Toga to the factory, his voice crackling through a stolen comms device. “You’re slacking, Toga. Don’t make me drag you back.”

Toga paled, shoving Mei behind a crate. “You gotta go,” she hissed. “They’ll hurt you.”

Mei, stubborn as ever, activated a smokescreen gadget. “No way. This is our turf.” She rigged the factory’s lights to strobe, disorienting Shigaraki’s scouts, while Toga darted through the shadows, taking them down. When the dust settled, Toga tackled Mei in a hug, trembling. “You’re insane,” she said. “Why’d you stay?”

“‘Cause you’re worth it,” Mei said, grinning. “Duh.”

Their victory was temporary. Mei’s late nights raised suspicions at U.A., and Toga’s absence strained her ties with the League. They fought one night, Toga snapping, “You’ll ditch me when your big hero dreams take off!” Mei, hurt, shouted, “I’m not leaving you, idiot! I’m building stuff for us!”

Silence fell. Toga sniffled, vulnerable. “Promise?”

Mei pulled her close, the scrap heart necklace glinting. “Promise. I’ll invent a whole world where we fit.”

They sealed it with a kiss, fiercer this time, under the factory’s flickering lights. The future was messy—heroes, villains, dreams, and danger—but in their rusted hideout, Mei and Toga built something unbreakable: a spark that outshone the chaos.

[strixiebean]

Henry Holly | H-1, H-3, H-4, G-7

Roscoe Hartford | S-1, S-2, S-5

Tai Rivera | O-3, 0-4, 0-5, 0-8

Emmett Wells | I-2, I-4, I-7, I-8, G-3 & G-5

Owen Bowie | D-1, D-2, D-5, D-6, R-8 even tho he's not from ramshackle

and just bc i love our ERA girls i'll modify some of these

Cerise Wormheart | H-9 replace w/ Cygnette, P-2, G-2

Eunice Davies | Ramshackle questions but just replace them w/ the ERA Library :

R-5, R-6, R-7, R-8, R-9

HENRY HOLLY

H-1) Henry has gotten collared a few times for scaring the animals. It mainly happened in their second year, with the choice made by Riddle to forbid him from those duties as the collaring was so frequent for something they truly couldn't control.

H-2) Henry loves painting the roses, but their upmost favourite chore/duty is watching the door. They loved it so much it just became their job. But their least favourite used to be with the animals as he has the unfortunate ability to scare tiny animals as a bird of prey. Now, after getting taken off those duties, their least favourite is cleaning up after an Unbirthday Party.

H-4) About 400 rules have been memorized, and to the best of their ability they try to follow each and every one!

G-7) Ignoring their help and bullying the freshmen in his dorm pisses Henry off very quickly, but they can be calmed down with headpats and seeds. Cheering them up sounds easy as they're always so happy, but it's actually harder to truly make them happy. Loved ones giving him some time and company does the trick, though.

ROSCOE HARTFORD

S-1) Roscoe considers himself the third in command in Savanaclaw, right after Ruggie! Cause he's tough! In reality, as a deer beastman he's at the bottom of the food chain in that dorm.

S-2) Roscoe plays Spelldrive to fit in, but honestly? His specialty is hockey. He loves playing it but wanted to suck up to Leona and joined the Spelldrive club instead.

S-5) He has hella beef with Epel and Sach (@pomevinelle 's Undertow TWST) for being short and, in his own words 'girly and weak'. Roscoe is deeply insecure that he's only 5'1" and Sach at least makes him feel tall.

TAI RIVERA

O-3) Tai is very trusted in the kitchen, he's usually there to make sure everyone is fed though. It's the dad instinct in him. His favourite food though are crab cakes, and he feels bad eating them but they just taste so good.

O-4) He is shit scared of them, and the tweels 100% know that, but when he's really struggling from his lack of sleep, Tai has no issues telling them both off for their bullshit. He once told Floyd to sit in the corner and think about what he'd done, and Floyd did. Tai apologized profusely afterwards.

0-5) Tai stays at school during the winter holidays due to how cold it is, but even as a mer he feels uneasy with the dorm being underwater. What if something goes wrong and all the human and beatsmen students die? He's just paranoid like that.

0-8) He scolded the shit out of Azul for it, he only found out afterwards but the fact that he even pulled a stunt like that is shameful at best.

EMMETT WELLS

I-2) Emmett is proud of all his inventions, but in terms of completed and working ones? The Break-O-Matic! Emmett mainly made it for himself to have breakfast ready and waiting each morning, but it benefited the dorm so much! He feels very proud of it, even though it needs repairing a lot.

I-4) Alone, Emmett likes to read the newspaper and garden, but an activity he does both alone and around other people is knitting. It brings him joy to listen to the ramblings of others while he knits, or take in the serene silence of shared company. It's nice.

I-7) He wants no part in S.T.Y,X, in all honesty his dream job is being an inventor for his little home town and improving all their lives in any way he can, or being a gardener. He prefers the simple things in life.

I-8) Emmett thinks it has something to do with games, or tech, but he's not too fussed to find out, honestly. But even if he did know, he wouldn't really mind or care too much.

G-3) The main inspo behind his design was just his twst, which isn't even a disney property. I had based him off of Gromit from the Wallace and Gromit franchise, and had taken inspo from hairs that I thought looked nice!

G-5) Emmett is fine with caffeine, usually drinking tea each day, but he does kinda need it. He will be mad at others though if they drink too much of it.

OWEN BOWIE

D-1) Owen is a musical theatre nerd through and through, though he also likes the classics too, and usually he listens by himself. Post OB he started listening to musical soundtracks with Boo (@pomevinelle 's Jack Twst), as they both share a love for the arts.

D-2) Yes. And he hates being scared of Malleus so he turns his fear into hatred instead. It's how he copes.

D-5) Outside of Owen's UM, he specializes in shadow manipulation, getting them to a point where they can walk and talk and can interact with objects. However it's very risky magic and builds up a lot of blot each time.

D-6) Owen has many 'old fashioned' hobbies, but his main two are calligraphy and whittling. Calligraphy became a hobby after reading a book on how to do it about ten times, and the whittling was taught by Sister Agnes ( My wife's oc once again), and has now expanded to making mini dolls, dice and a various amount of things.

R-8) Book Seven, as me and my partner had put his overblot as a Book 6.5 event, and after that he had lots to grow from, and confronting his dreams helped his character growth a lot. Though if we bring more oc's into it, Sister Agnes' overblot is what pushed him to have the most character growth.

CERISE WORMHEART

H-9) Replacing Riddle with Cygentte, Cerise would rather eat her own robe than study with her. She finds Cygnette to be so full of herself. But Cerise's methods of studying are easy and simple: Study til she passes out.

P-2) Cerise would be a squishy wizard with a CON of -3.

G-2) Her robes and her crow familiar, Merlin. Cerise feels safety and comfort in her robes, and she knows that Merlin would never lead her astray.

EUNICE DAVIES

R-5) As Eunice lives in Enchanted Rose's library, she customized the tiny office she sleeps in with fun decals she finds, and stickers gifted to her by her friends. Its not much but it's enough for her.

R-6) Eunice sees her close friends Cerise and Najma (who we headcanon go to ERA) as her family, and her rabbit Gordie too.

E-7) As a certified D&D nerd, Eunice loved the idea of magic, but after getting it from in your face a bunch and getting mocked for not having it? You start to resent it.

E-8) This one is one I'm still unsure about honestly, but possibly she'd have some big character growth after the Cerise betrayal arc.

R-9) Logically Eunice wouldn't have met any of the NRC guys, but if I had to think... Idia would be terrified that someone is talking to him and run away before Eunice can reveal how big of a nerd she is.

[chibi-rui-kamishiro]

UPDATE. COFFEE CAN BE MIXED WITH CEMENT. IT'S STILL EATABLE

[chibi-rui-kamishiro]

Oh, I imagine I look different to you... Let's just say I'm different from your Rui, fu fu~

My day has been just marvelous, I finally finished a project of weeks! I'll let you see it before Tsukasa and Nene, but you need to pinky promise not to tell anyone~ I was hoping to get a second opinion on how they'd react...

Why hello there Emu! Seems I found you in here~✮

How was your day? Lots of smiles and pink crayons eaten? fu fu~

- @chibi-rui-kamishiro (OOC: anon is off btw, idk if you did that on purpose or not so warming you)

RUI!!! You feel different… did Tsukasa finally agree to put on that thing that goes BOOM and WHOOM?!?!

Teehee, my day has been very wonderhoy (*'▽'*) I wanted to remember what happened in my dream last night so I asked Miku for help, and she tried to act out all the possible scenarios!!! It didn’t work but we had some super duper fun!!!

How has your day been????

[OOC: IDK HOW I DIDNT REALISE I-]

[porphyriosao3]

Day 16 - Trade

"The things I let them talk me into," Bilbo grumbled as he fought his way down the hallway, swathed in a robe two sizes too big. It was for the children. Of course. Dwarven pebbles were as spoiled as faunts, he had discovered, and the idea of playing dress-up as the Lord of Trade on Durin's Day was something he wouldn't do for any other group.

"The who?" He had asked. Foolishly. This had resulted in a long, rambling, completely impenetrable discourse from Balin, Thorin, Fili, Kili, and Ori about the 'helpers' of Mahal, who were some sort of additional spirits or beings that everyone knew. Everyone, as usual, except Bilbo. Lord of Trade, Lady of Metals, Lord of Caves, Lady of Mushrooms, on and on and on, a baffling array of beings that went some way to explaining all the odd little shrines he kept seeing tucked away in various corners of Erebor and no way at all towards explaining anything relevant to the situation at hand. Finally, after much ado, it was explained that the Lord of Trade was the supposed inventor of commerce, that every Durin's Day he would appear and trade the first crafts of the pebbles for gold coins, and that he was always depicted as beardless (so a child), wearing odd boots, and 'foreign' clothes - which Bilbo imagined meant 'dressed like a merchant'. Here, they had him wearing an old Blacklock robe unearthed from Lady alone knew where, tiny panels of decorative leather sewn all over the heavy felted wool of it. It weighed a ton.

Rather than leaping into the room as he was told he ought, he felt he barely stumbled in, but the pebbles were too excited to notice. Dance, he thought; right. There was a single drum playing a sprightly rhythm so he could do this. There was a silly little dance he had to do. Luckily for both him and the dwarves he had a good memory for dances. Shire upbringing good for something. Mercy, it was hot in here! The lights were awfully bright too. His head was swimming! Perhaps he just... just...

***

Bilbo came to and the immediate astringent smell of herbs and that peculiar cloying incense Oin used told him he was in the infirmary before he even opened his eyes. Memory was very patchy but he had a sense there was something he was supposed to do. The pebbles! His eyes flew open only to see Balin, Thorin, Fili, Kili, and Oin peering down at him like vultures. He jumped and gave a little shriek, which in turn seemed to push them back a bit. "Oh no, the pebbles, Thorin I'm so sorry, I've made a mess of it!" Thorin shook his head with an odd expression.

"No, azyungel, you did... very well," he said, in an even odder tone of voice. "It's all done."

"Done?" Now Bilbo was very confused indeed. Hadn't he passed out before...?

"You were the Lord of Trade," Kili said in an awed tone of voice. "How did you do it?"

"I... what?" Oin shook his head and clucked dramatically, but Bilbo was even more confused than ever. As the story unfolded, Bilbo had apparently fallen on the floor, then leapt up and completed the dance. He had then traded all the toys for coins along with telling Kili to go get the items he was 'owed'. Turns out Kili had made items for the Lord of Trade as a wee pebble in the Blue Mountains. Because the dwarves were so stretched there, those years no one could afford the mummery and ceremony. Even so, he had saved them as mementoes. He never thought they would be delivered; he was far too old to participate in the ceremony. Even in his woozy state, Bilbo saw that the poor lad was tearing up as he produced the handful of gold he had been given before tucking it safely away. As if that weren't enough, according to Thorin, Bilbo had then gone over Gloin's books, corrected the accounting in three places despite it being done in both Longbeard code and Khuzdul, and given advice to all present before leaving. When he exited the main hall the final time, he had collapsed and thus been brought here.

"Advice?" Bilbo said weakly. "I... I don't remember any of that."

"Gloin is scared of you now," Fili said with a grin. Preposterous, Bilbo thought, before feeling that perhaps he was a little scared of himself now. Never again.

"What advice did I give?" He asked. Thorin's flush and determined look away told him that was a topic for another less-crowded room. "Nevermind, perhaps I might get up? I find myself a bit hungry."

[cocoabubbelle-newblog]

Scogue-“Tember”

Day “8”: 🤰🏻…Initial Thoughts Headcanon

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Part 1

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Rogue couldn’t pinpoint the exact feelings she had when she stared at the results for the umpteenth time. There were too many to register, ultimately culminating in her throwing up in the toilet again, this time out of overwhelmed stress instead…instead of…

She shakily rinsed her mouth in the sink, flushed the toilet, and closed her eyes as she sank onto the floor.

This couldn’t be real…it just couldn’t. Not after she pretended she didn’t care for them and told him she had no interest in having any. Not after all the steps they took to prevent it from happening whenever they had the chance to be intimate.

Yet here she was now.

Rogue resisted the instinct to touch her abdomen.

She couldn’t tell Scott. Not now. Not as he was on a mission with his brother, Ray, Bobby, Jubilee, Corsair and the latter’s crew. Besides, who knows if they were in a position to communicate peacefully or not, since the only time they could contact the X-Mansion was when they needed to provide status reports. That barely even gave any room for the couple to exchange brief, but precious, hellos, goodbyes, or I love yous.

Rogue opened her eyes and squinted at the wedding band around her finger, then shook her head.

No. As much as she wanted him right here and now, she wasn’t going to put her husband and the team in jeopardy just because she was desperate for him to hold her so she wouldn’t be alone to make sense of this unexpected situation.

But she did need to tell someone…

She pulled out her phone, took a deep breath, and began dialing the numbers. Her other hand unclenched, and Rogue gazed at the tiny screen of the dipstick: [| |].

She wasn’t sure what surprised her more: Forge and Logan showing up to her doorstep a lot more quickly than she anticipated, or the fact that the former already had an ultrasound machine built and on hand.

“Amanda and Ororo are expecting, too.” Was the only explanation Forge offered as he set up the device next to her couch as soon as he dried off his rain-drenched mechanical arm. He added, “Hank’s coming later. He’s just staying behind to help out Amanda until Kurt comes back after accidentally poofing out of the state as soon as she told him.”

“Now, appearance and initial function-wise, this baby— heh, if you’ll pardon the…er…” he backtracked on the pun when seeing Rogue’s and Logan’s unamused expressions, “*ahem* this device is similar to most transabdominal ultrasounds save for the fact that it can be used it any environment, it can detect life much earlier, even as early as…”

As the mutant inventor rambled on, Rogue felt Logan take her gloved hand and squeeze it. “How’re you doing, kid?” He muttered. Rogue pointedly watched Forge add more tweaks and adjustments to the machine.

“How’s Ororo? How come y’all didn’t say anything yet?”

Logan helped her lay down on the couch. “She’s doin’ great, but a bit grumpy that she can’t visit family since the weather’s acting out of wack wherever she is at the moment.” Rogue raised her eyebrows, just as the thunder momentarily rumbled louder outside.

“Didn’t say anything to anyone yet because of that last part, too. Got enough jokes from the family and porcupine to last the whole nine months,” He added, rolling her eyes. Rogue grinned, momentarily forgetting her nerves.

“Now,” Forge handed Rogue the gel and rubbed his hands together, “let’s see if this baby’s the next Apocalypse or not!”

Aaaaaaaand, her nerves were brought back front and center.

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Part 2 coming soon!

[ticklystuff]

hi im just rambling about my day (long post)

im sure most of you have heard of pcr by now. if you've used a covid test, especially during the early pandemic days, you've used pcr to confirm your results. i actually work with one of the inventors of pcr and i am currently on one of his projects. this man is so smart and creative and humble and everyone respects him so much. like this man is in your high school/college bio text books and his impact on diagnostics and healthcare cannot be understated. like none of us at this company would have jobs without his work LOL

but ya he announced his retirement a while ago and today was his last day (coincidentally it's also dna day) and so many ppl showed up for his last seminar and retirement party. ppl that have retired already and ppl that were laid off were invited if they wanted to congratulate him and say goodbye. it was nice bc i got to see a lot of old familiar faces and catch up and it felt like a giant family reunion

we also had ppl flying in from our other sites around the world. we mainly had ppl fly in from our main sites in germany, switzerland, and south africa, but there were a couple of others as well. this was cool bc i got to meet some ppl that i've only talked with through virtual meetings. one of them told me that i'm shorter than he thought i'd be asdlkfjsdalkjfkldsa

he gave a seminar on all his work throughout the years and the work he's currently doing and usually at the end of a seminar, ppl will have a "special thanks" page where they acknowledge all the ppl they've collaborated with throughout their work and he had a giant "special thanks" page for all the ppl he's worked with and everyone's name was in tiny font to save space but i managed to find my name aslkdjflk

i really wanted him to sign something and at first i was going to ask him to sign my lab notebook but i was afraid i might spill something gross on it so i printed out the first experiment i designed when he asked me to help him with his current project and i asked him to sign it and im gonna frame it LMAO

at the end of his seminar, he said the reason he's retiring a year early is because they're forcing us to convert to open desk LOL like everyone hates it and im so glad he said something about it

but ya in total there were more than 400 ppl that attended in person (a lot were watching virtually too) and im honestly so sad bc he's such a legend and a good resource when i needed help lol but we have a smaller department lunch with him monday. also im still going to keep working on his project, it's just my manager will be taking over as lead, so i'll probably still bother him bc this project is his baby

[chibi-rui-kamishiro]

That's great! I just finished building something really different for our shows today... It was supposed to be a surprise, but I'll let you take a peak if you want to! I spent quite a lot of time designing this one, and I believe Tsukasa-kun will enjoy it most! I'm really excited to show him, but I could use a second opinion... What do you say?

Have I done this before?-

Oh, it seems I found you, Emu! How are you doing? Lots of pink crayons eaten? Fu fu~

- @chibi-rui-kamishiro

Hi there, Rui! I'm having a lot of fun

[demigoddessqueens]

percy + vax w inventor reader? like they make crazy things like robo arms n tiny robo creechers to grab stuff from far away, maybe they straight up invent a camera or smth idk just. smart babe and their bfs of either equal or lesser geniusness lolol

This is so adorable!!

Like I’d imagine explosions working on stuff, ash on cheeks and they’re like “hey guys look what I made!”

Dating an inventor would include…

You and Percy are like two peas in a pod! Rambling and gushing over new creations and swapping plans with each other.

To the rest, it’s endearing that Percy isn’t “alone”. Yes they’re his greatest friends and family in the world, but it’s also his passion that he shares with you.

Inventing is a whole new love language! Making new trinkets and weapons for each other

Although, sometimes Vax feels a bit left out on the sidelines when you and Percy get together.

Noticing this, you like to rope him in still. Just making conversation.

Sure he might not understand all your enthusiastic rambles, but gods above you’re adorable with your rambles.

He could just listen to you for hours and admire that glowing smile on your face.

Nevertheless, your own creations and inventions are met with the highest praise.

At one point, you made little “helpers” in the form of the party and Trinket

Plus gadgets help out during heists and as distractions.

If you ever invented the “camera”, I’m headcanoning it as that tablet thing the Champions took a picture with in LoZ: Breath of the Wild

At first it’s cute just snapping pics of everyone else, you and the boys 💙🖤, and Trinket

Then it gets chaotic with selfies and getting snaps during the worst time possible (but it makes for a story!)

[fruitsofhell]

(RTDL DX LORE STUFF RAMBLING)

This is a genuine question to anyone reading, does the lore given in RTDL DX not feel a bit shoddier than the series' writing is?

Atleast in comparison to KSA and KatFL. I know people have gripes with the 3ds games but they didn't pull stuff as confusing as sending a canonically sending a character to a spinoff universe or erasing a point of origin.The more I think about the new Magolor stuff the just more confusing it is to me in a way I definiteky did not feel with KatFL. Like Elfilis's origins before being captured were vague, but you get the idea it was a force of nature - an "invasive species" - and then when you meet Forgo it has clear motivation if being upset for being trapped for so long.

The Jamba are from ancient times and have a blood feud, Haltmann was an inventor who was consumed busy his company, Sectonia was a monarch from the sky consumed by greed because of a corrupt mirror; and originally I would say Magolor was a Halcandran who wanted to rule over the ruins of his wasteland home, but now he isn't. And I'll be fair, that was totally speculative, but atleast because it was left open it was valid speculation. The thing now is we know he isn't from Halcandra. Alright, where is he from then? DONT KNOW! What brought him to Halcandra and the Lor? He's a traveller and was enticed by all the machinery there because he's an engineering nerd, he wants to build a theme park. AWESOME. And he read a book about stuff so now he's interested in Halcandran history, cool. Why does he want the Master Crown then?

I was personally staked in him being from Halcandra cause I could gleam motivation from that, from the removal of that background and the new info given, his motivations for wanting the Master Crown don't make sense anymore. He is a cunt, yes, but not really in such a universe conquering megalomaniac way? Even Marx just wanted to mess around with Popstar and have power, Magolor wanted a crown, a source of limitless power, world-ending and for what? What does that have to do with engineering marvels and theme parks? These are silly kiddie platformers and "because he's evil" is a valid motivation, but not usually for Kirby these days?

There's usually this underlying layer of tragedy or past slighting that motivates characters in Kumazaki's games, even ones who came off as comically evil like the Jamba. And I'm just confused, cause Magolor was one of the first characters he and the team wrote so I would think a remake would be an opportunity to better flesh out him out, but a lot of it feels like details sloppily added to flesh stuff out meaninglessly. And with how much Kumazaki emphasizes keeping stuff open for interpretation, it really would have been wiser to leave some of those details behind.

Oh lord and then I haven't even gotten into Merry Magoland and Kirby Clash. The Magolor theme park thing had been established for over a decade, a year after the original game it was set up as Magolor's "redemption". And admittedly both that and his appearance in Clash were established in spin-offs, but the first one was established forced s d most cleanly. Magolor Epilogue could have just been him returning to Popstar but instead we throw him in an AU and leave the pre-established conclusion as dubiously canon? And there is totally more character arc to be gleamed out of him being in the Clash universe, but we also could have gone through that with the Epilogue...

And then on top of that, I had higher expectations for the world building in Magolor Epilogue. Forgotten Land weaved together its plot and characters with the history of the world very well, and I was hoping Magolor and HALCANDRA could get similar treatment too. It is a tiny little mode, but we all noticed how much text space for the bosses were taken up by repeating that line about how they're collecting apples for their boss, right? It was a big missed opportunity. And (very personal nitpick here) if you were going to remove a character's connection to Halcandra, it would be nice if that void of connections was filled with actual lore.

I'm still working on my organized theory for all this new stuff, and I totally admit I'm biased and some of this disappointment is coming from personal headcanon, but I cannot shake the feeling that there was something off about the writing in this remake.

[chibi-rui-kamishiro]

Oh! That is... an interesting explanation...

Well, I see you are quite used to seeing other versions of yourself, even if they are... different than usual... I believe this mysterious barrier prevents me from being harmed, too...

Thank you for sharing your knowledge! I surely didn't expect a logical explanation to even exist... Though I hope you are able to understand why I prefer to be cautious... I'll take note of your advice.

And wouldn't you know it, I just got an idea for a show, fufu〜

Wait! "Another small one"..? I suppose you found my Tsukasa here as well... I am currently trying to find him... Mind describing his "blog" to me?

You seem to be another version of me, and more experienced with this dimensional phenomena... Judging by the fact that we're the same person, have you investigated this place? From someone that's also very curious, it would be quite helpful for my research if someone with more time on the field shared their knowledge... Although, I know, I am a complete stranger, and knowledge is power, so I understand if you do not wish to engage in any way with me...

I hope I'm able to get another point of view... I must be very careful, even if there are multiple "me"s out here...

-@chibi-rui-kamishiro

Oh, another small one...it's been this way for a while, yes, most of us have gotten used to it. You'll fit right in! Your height may be a bit of a hurdle to get around, though I'm sure you'll be alright~

No need to be so cautious, we're clones! Minor differences, truly. so, essentially- a few years back, at this point- someone, actually, the initial clone of...us, I suppose, created a cloning machine- he did it for purposes of cloning his existing candy, so he wouldn't have to buy more. anywho, for some reason even he could not report on, he gave it wheels. So, it went missing, it got modified, adapted...now we have clones running around. From alternate dimensions, from different points in time- I know it sounds intimidating, but quite honestly, we've just taken to treating one another like siblings. Everything seems to be working out quite well~ I promise, you can trust us.