#I used ‘believe it or not I’m a bit of a scientist myself’ as a ref knjwn

[waspgrave]

Quick doodle of what our warforged used to look like. Apparently this body is on the plane of law because he was such a scamp that he pissed off the inter dimensional law bringers

#OBSESSED with his color scheme I love u gracious/Gideon #I used ‘believe it or not I’m a bit of a scientist myself’ as a ref knjwn #Ari tag #my art #dnd

[fixomnia-scribble]

Scientists are very serious.

This is a post about science. And soup.

Dr. Elinne Becket, a microbiologist from Cal State University, is in the middle of one of those Fridge Experiments that happens to us all - except in this case, she is uniquely placed to unravel the science down to the microbial level.

While cleaning out her fridge, Dr. Becket found that a tub of family-recipe beef vegetable soup had turned bright blue. “Ok I'm outing myself here,” she tweeted, “but there was forgotten beef soup in our fridge we just cleaned it out and it was BLUE?!?!? Wtf contam would make it blue??? Like BRIGHT blue!!  Even w/ all my years in micro I'm not handling this well.“

Read on for a breathless and ongoing saga of Soup and Science, and the wonderful international community that is Academic Twitter.

Academic Twitter quickly reminded her of her Responsibilities to Scientific Inquiry. (Cue the chanting from around the world of “CLONE THE SOUP! CLONE THE SOUP!”)

“I can’t believe y’all talked me into going back into the trash.” she tweeted in response, over a photo of a puddle of beautiful Mediterranean-sea blue soup in the trash bin, with bits of veg and noodles arising from the depths.

Scientists being scientists, Dr. Becket agreed to take a sample and send it to colleagues for cloning and microbial analysis.This involved getting arms-deep into the trash bin of Old Soup. “I’m never forviging @ATinyGreenCell (genomic biologist Sebastian Cocioba) for this.” Dr. Becket tweeted, with a photo of a properly dipped and snipped and VERY blue q-tip in a small clear plastic tub.

Diving into decomposing soup was not the only hazard. She writes: “My mom (who made the soup for my birthday) came across this thread and now 1) I have to answer for letting her soup spoil and 2) she's worried @ATinyGreenCell will figure out her secret recipe.“

Dr. Becket and Sebastian were able to culture the Blue Goo!

Becket posted a photo of three petri plates of streaked beef bouillon agar at 72 hours incubation, at 37C, room temp and 4C. She writes: “Left the plates where they were for another 2 days, except the 37°C one was brought to RT, which then grew white stuff over the yellow stuff and stinks to high heaven. RT looked the same. 4°C had impressive growth. Restreaked them all onto TECH agar, awaiting results!”

Sebastian, from his lab, tweeted a photo of three more covered petri dishes, with early results: “Great progress on isolating the glowy microbe from our #BlueSoup! It's so fluorescent the streak is GREEN. Still needs another restreak as it seems there is a straggler but should clear up in the next plate. Exciting!”

Then yesterday, Sebastian tweeted out an updated photo of his plates under daylight and blacklight. “Whatever grew on the #BlueSoup colony plates overnight glows under UV, but only on King's Agar B! That particular media is used to tease out fluorescein expression in pseudomonads. What are the chances that the same cell line expresses fluorescent AND blue pigments?“

“Looking closer, there definitely is a handful of different microbes showing distinct phenotypes. Could be that the blue producer and the fluorescent microbes are totally different microbes!”

At which point, Professor Cynthia Whitchurch of Norwich, England, responded: “Consistent with P. fluorescens being at least part of the #BlueSoup community. The fluorescence is due to production of the siderophore pyoverdine which is up-regulated when iron availability is limited. P. aeruginosa produced this too but my guess is you have blue Pf.”

And Australian agricultural researcher @WAJWebster helpfully tweeted a petri dish of ALL KINDS of colourful bacterial colonies from white to yellow to orange to stark black, with a cheerful: “You need bact-o--colours? I got you, fam.”

The best part is that as of today, March 9, 2023, THE BLUE SOUP MYSTERY CONTINUES. WE ARE WATCHING SCIENCE HAPPENING!

A paper is being written. And Dr. Becket’s mum is getting an author credit as the proprietary owner of the #BlueSoup recipe.

Dr. Becket’s Twitter is here: https://twitter.com/bielleogy

Sebastian Cocioba’s Twitter is here: https://twitter.com/ATinyGreenCell

Fun IFLS story is here: https://www.iflscience.com/microbiologist-investigates-after-her-beef-soup-turned-blue-in-the-freezer-67894?fbclid=IwAR0H27KqVZhzzrosnjzzKkxuKASZ-0L0Lt6hGwCRDJK8xvFbbSlyS4JvwlM

#soup #science #science twitter #academic twitter #fridge experiments #bluesoup

[nicestgirlonline]

sneaky

Pairing: Bucky x Reader 

Warnings: None! Just fluff!

Summary: You and Bucky decide to keep your new relationship a secret with somewhat disastrous results…

Word Count: 3.7k 

A/N: Here’s my entry for @the-slumberparty week 2 challenge blast from the past! I don’t really have an old WIPs, I was trying to jumpstart my writing again with this sleepover. So here’s a little sequel to dumb dumb, since you guys really really seemed to like that one! Hope you enjoy! Feedback is always welcome! <3 

part 1

That Valentine's Day was possibly the best night of Bucky’s life. He had finally gotten to express everything he had been feeling for you. Friday night bled into Saturday morning, neither of you getting much sleep. The months of yearning and pining all finally erupted into passion, lust and love.

Saturday morning quickly became Saturday afternoon, with lots of pillow talk, telling each other little secrets about yourselves, sharing childhood stories. A simple Postmates order and quick text to Steve meant no one to bother you, and no reason for you to leave his bed. 

Saturday night, or what Bucky was calling round two became Sunday morning and that brought about a little thing called the Sunday Scaries.  

Amidst the bliss and happiness there was a lingering thought that kept bothering you. The two of you lounged in his bed, enjoying each other's quiet company, the moonlight of the early morning making the room glow blue. 

You bit your lip. Time to rip the bandaid off. Real life was going to be starting too soon again. 

“Bucky I’ve been thinking…about us.”  

“Really? Me too.” He started to pepper your face with kisses. “I’ve been thinking about all the ways I can have fun with my girlfriend.” You giggled as he started to tickle your sides. You wiggled your way out of his grasp. You propped yourself up on your forearms and did your best to put on your serious face. Which was very hard when Bucky was being so cute. 

“I mean it! I’ve been thinking, maybe we should keep this private? For a while?” You tried your best to keep your voice soft, the face Bucky made broke your heart, which was what you were afraid of. He looked extremely scared. 

“What’s wrong, what’d I do? Was girlfriend too soon? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it, ” He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close against him. 

“No, no, you’re my boyfriend now.” You assured him. You took his face in your hands and he leaned into your palm in relief.  “I am really excited to be with you but we do work together. And there’s HR and office gossip and I don’t want that to affect us when we are still figuring out us. I guess I’ve never really thought about the power imbalance between us.” 

Bucky nodded albeit a bit reluctantly.  He untangled his arms around you so you were both lying on your side looking at each other. 

“I mean…I understand. You know I don’t really think of myself as a big superhero or something, but it is a ‘power imbalance’. Does it…bother you?” He asked scratching his face to avoid eye contact. You sat up, suddenly very confused. 

“What are you talking about, I’m the scientist who’s studying you? I’m the one abusing my authority here. It's all very unethical!” You exclaimed. 

“I don’t feel taken advantage of here, Doll. If anything, people are going to think I’m taking advantage of you.” Bucky chuckled. 

“Why?”

“I’m a bit older than you. I’m sort of famous for not so great reasons. I’m also literally more powerful than you?” He held up his left arm as if to show you proof. You dismissed it with a hand wave. 

“You don’t know that you’re more famous than me. I’ve been published in many academic journals.” You pointed out. Bucky shook his head. Gosh he liked you so much. He couldn’t even believe this was really happening to him half the time.  

“There were weeks of press coverage for my trial.”  You just rolled your eyes at that. Bucky was always so afraid that everyone saw him as a villain, but you’d never once felt any sort of danger from this sweet man. 

“Well, agree to disagree. But I still think maybe for the first two months we should just keep it quiet. So we don’t have to worry about anyone but each other. Just lowkey.” He pressed a kiss on the top of your head. 

“Yeah. You’re right, you’re totally right. We will keep things low key.” 

X

“Hey Steve, uhhh we’ve got a problem.” Bucky rushed into the breakfast room, thankful that Steve was the only one there. Steve queried his eyebrow at his panic stricken best friend. 

“What’s up Buck?” He asked. Bucky, seemingly slightly out of breath grabbed the side of the cabinets, he closed his eyes to try and get his 

“So you know how I told you about…on Valentines Day…and then we…so the weekend was…” He waved his hand to emphasis his pauses and Steve nodded along.  

“Of course,  I’m happy for you two, Bucky!” He said brightly, of course this must be some sort of post confession bliss the two of them were in making his friend act so strange.

“Well that's just the thing. Did you…tell anybody else about it?” He asked, his voice a bit strangled and his tone grim. 

“Uhhh was I not supposed to?” Steve asked, his face falling immediately. 

“Can you answer my question?”

“I told Sam about it. The two of you have been dancing around it for so long that we’re all just a little excited for you.” Steve started to explain but he could practically see the fury radiating off of Bucky in waves. His signature death stare was fixed on him. 

“Look, I really appreciate the um, support for my relationship. But here’s the thing, she doesn’t want anyone to know we’re dating.” He ground out, his teeth still clenched. “So we are going to be low. key.” 

“Look who it is. We were about to put out a missing person alert .” Natasha had slunk her way into the breakfast room, her voice dripping with self satisfied condescension.  “Getting provisions for the love nest?”

“God damn it, you told her too?”  He cried out. She shrugged, innocently looking away. Bucky grabbed his head, he was going to throttle Steve. 

“Oh come on, Y/N loves Nat. I figured she already knew.” Steve held his hands up in surrender, the captain certainly hadn't thought this was how his morning was going to go. Bucky turned his attention back to the super spy who was a bit too pleased with the unfolding drama. 

“Nat, did you tell anyone about this?” 

“Please, I’m a spy. I don’t just go around giving out important gossip with nothing to gain.”

“That doesn’t really answer my question, Romanoff!” He snapped back. 

“I’m still a bit confused why she doesn’t want anybody to know? Is that a modern dating thing, not telling people you’re dating?” Steve asked. It didn’t make much sense to him, what exactly did she think was going to happen if people found out? 

“She just doesn’t want the gossip and the pressure of everyone knowing about us to color the beginning of our relationship.” Bucky explained but his tone belated his true feelings. He absolutely did not want to keep this a secret. “So I told her I wasn’t going to tell anybody but I forgot I already told the biggest blabbermouth on the team.”  He quickly turned back to anger at his teammates. 

“I’m not the biggest blabbermouth…hm crap wait I forgot, Clint knows too.” Steve closed his eyes, wincing, ready for the smack upside the head he sorely deserved. 

“Loose lips sink ships asshole! ” Bucky was exasperated. 

“I didn’t know this was top secret information!” Steve countered. 

Nat stayed at the breakfast bar watching the two super soldiers argue, it was amusing but she had her limits. She had to intervene before Bucky had an aneurysm. 

“It's not so bad, we can do damage control. Tell Sam and Clint to keep quiet about it.” Nat said before taking a sip of her coffee. “And Wanda.”

“AND WANDA--” Steve looped an arm around Bucky’s waist before he could lunge at Natasha. 

x

Bucky Barnes: Hello Sam,  I am texting to inform you that Y/N and I are NOT DATING and please disbelieve the rumors to the contrary. Yours, Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson: please learn to text like a normal person

Sam Wilson: You know I saw you making out with her in the elevator on Friday right? 

Bucky Barnes is typing…

Bucky Barnes: Sam, please disregard my previous message and meet me in the training gym on level 5 ASAP. Yours, Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson: You don't have to sign your name I know it's you 

Sam Wilson: forget it

Sam Wilson: yeah I’ll be there

X Something wasn’t quite right. Your love life had never been better, Bucky was an amazing boyfriend, it was all you could do to not spend all of your time with him. The two of you would meet up after work hours and spend blissful hours back in Bucky’s apartment. But the rest of your work life, well it was starting to feel like people were avoiding you. 

Like the other day at lunch, you were sitting across from Bucky which wasn’t too unusual, you had been friends before you were seeing each other. The very tips of your shoes were touching, a special little secret way of holding hands. The two of you were discussing movies that were coming out, a totally neutral non flirty conversation. But then Steve walked in, looked at you then immediately spun on his heel and walked away. You furrowed your brow. That was a bit weird.

Or when you had bumped into Bucky at the gym on level 5. It had actually been a happy coincidence, you decided to do some yoga as you sorely needed to stretch your body out after being hunched over a microscope all day.  Bucky had been working out with Sam, Bucky lifting weights with Sam on the treadmill. You waved to the two of them and made your way over to say hi and Sam without saying a word jumped off the treadmill and started to jog out of the gym. 

Even Nat, which hurt the most, flaked on the movie night you’d wanted to have in the TV room. Then it was the domino effect, Steve dropped out then  Wanda and Vis dropped out too and soon it was just You and Bucky. 

“Oh nooo. What are we gonna do, watch the movie by ourselves? Just the two of us?” Bucky whispered in your ear as you were pouring popcorn into a large bowl. He grabbed you by the hips and waggled his eyebrows at you. You let out a little sigh and snatched the bowl before heading to the TV room.  You weren’t in the mood to flirt with him. The tv room was ready for what you had thought would be a big group. The lights were already dimmed and there were plenty of blankets and pillows around. 

You and Bucky settled next to each other on the couch. He grabbed a big fuzzy blue blanket and draped it over the two of your legs. He gave your leg a little squeeze beneath the blanket and winked. You just let out a sigh and grabbed the remote to fire up the Roku. Bucky frowned, this was certainly not what he thought their movie night would be like!

“What’s wrong Bambi? You seem down.” He asked, concerned. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you into his body. You let him cuddle you, resting your head on his chest 

“It just feels like all of our friends are avoiding me. I mean I thought we were friends. Co-workers I guess, you know I’m not great at reading people.” You sighed and buried your face in his chest. Had you grown more annoying these past few weeks ? He grabbed your chin and tilted your head up so you were looking up at him. 

“Honey, you’re great at reading people, don’t let your insecurity tell you otherwise. I’m not really a people person anyway so I was excited that it was going to be just us. Nobody’s avoiding you I promise. Want to just reschedule this night?” He offered. 

You shook your head. Rescheduling wouldn’t make you feel any better. Besides it was nice to be able to spend time with Bucky out in the open like this.  You still felt like your friends were all acting weird, but you trusted Bucky enough that you decided to let it go. 

“Well since it’s just you and me, we still have to watch The Princess Bride.” You relaxed into the couch, already pulling it up on the screen. 

“Sounds perfect.” 

X

You were working away in the lab, it was a little past lunch time but you simply couldn’t stop in the middle of your project. You could push yourself just a little bit and finish this in time to actually leave at a normal time tonight. You had a date tonight. You smiled to yourself. A secret date.

You were deep in the process, so much so that you didn’t even notice the secret date, arriving hours early in the lab. He gave your sides a squeeze making you yelp. You spun around to see your smirking boyfriend. 

“Bucky! Um, what are you doing here!” you asked, trying not to sound too excited. 

“I'm here to help you out with those samples you had requested from me.” He projected his voice around the lab. But it was for the benefit of no one, you were the only two there. You smiled, happily playing along. 

“Oh right! Those samples I requested.” 

“Those spit samples.” He grabbed the back of your head and crushed his lips to yours in a sloppy wet kiss. You slapped his chest as you pulled away from him giggling.

“Ew! Bucky, that's so gross, why would you say it like that!” But you couldn’t stop giggling. He smiled, clearly feeding off the laughter. 

“You’re the one who wants us to have this clandestine affair, I’m just trying to keep up appearances.” 

“"Why are you even here? You’re a little early.”

“It's my lunch break and I wanted to say hi and give you a kiss.” He took  one of your hands in his. You reached out and grabbed his vibranium hand as well so you were holding both. It made his heart flutter, how unperturbed by his arm you were. When he was with you it was like he was just a normal guy.

“Hi.” He murmured, rubbing his nose against yours. 

“Hi.” you breathed back. This time when your lips met it was sweet and soft. He slowly moved his lips against yours, you opened your mouth just slightly enough that his tongue could slip inside and ---

“So I’m pretty sure the Erskine notes were in here.” It was Bruce! Bucky felt a sudden rush of fear. Bruce wasn’t one of the inner circle who would just pretend not to notice their closeness. They could actually get caught!  

You quickly as hard as you could pushed Bucky away and he clamored backwards. You wiped your mouth, hoping somehow that would disguise yourself. Bruce poked his head in.

“Just looking for the Erskine notes. Uh, everything ok in here?” He took stock of each of you, freshly shoved apart. 

“Yeah, just leaving!” Bucky cried as he raced out of the lab. 

“I’m indifferent to him leaving! I’ll go grab the notes for you Dr. Banner!” You raced to the file cabinet not looking at anything but the ground. 

Bruce cocked his head at the strange interaction he just encountered. 

X

“Good morning Bucky!” You greeted cheerfully as he entered the breakfast room in the morning, Steve and Sam in tow. “Morning Steve! Morning Sam!” You quickly added as they filed in. As not to raise suspicion. 

“I get a good morning? Wow. Don’t I feel special.” Sam said with a smirk. 

“I say good morning to everyone. I’m just a morning person like that. How are you doing Sam? I feel like you’ve been so busy, I barely even see you these days.” You asked, trying to sound casual. You still felt like everyone was acting so weird around you. 

“Oh you know, mission after mission. None of them were in Hawaii either, it's all been Nepal, Siberia, whatever frozen wasteland they can dump me in.” He sat down next to you. You nodded along as he continued talking about his missions, eager to connect with your friend again. 

“Good morning troops. Ah and good morning Beaker. Didn’t think I’d see you this early on a Monday.” Tony Stark, sunglasses still on, his closes wrinkled like he’d just come in off a jet. It had been awhile since he was on at the Compound.  

You hoped you weren’t blushing at the comment. Bucky had talked you into another Sunday night sleepover, you were trying to be subtle about it but you were a morning person, it didn't make sense to pretend to show up later.

‘I didn’t think I’d see you at all Mr. Stark. It's been awhile, since you’ve hunkered down with us mole people in the lab.” You always had a professional but good natured relationship with Tony. He was your boss after all, which is why you found it a little weird to call him Tony. 

Tony let out a chuckle and started to make science small talk, about the lab and the projects you’d been working on. 

Bucky and Tony were not great friends. They had buried the hatchet, sure, but it wasn’t like the two drank beer and watched the game together. Cordial coworkers are best. 

Except Bucky didn't feel very cordial with Tony right now. Considering he had taken the only open seat next to you. He gruffly sat down at the table next to them with his coffee. 

You wanted to invite Bucky to come sit with you, or go over to his table, but that would probably be a bit too much for just friends. You peered over Tony’s shoulder to your grumpy boyfriend darkly having breakfast. You tried not to make it too obvious and still listen to his anecdote about building a mini laser. 

The two of your eyes would catch more often than not. Quickly turning back to whatever they were doing. Tony picked up on this immediately, he looked over his shoulder

“What do you keep looking at?” He spun around to look directly at Bucky who was frozen in place.  “What’s going on here? Are you two fucking or something?”

It was like everything happened all at once.

“Tony -- out of line.” “Uh HR?” “No no no you misunderstand.” “Which one of you told Tony?”

Everyone burst into action, all speaking over each other.  Wait what? You swung your head from pleading with Tony to your secret boyfriend.  The three soldiers froze. Sam took a deep breath. 

“I’ve had enough of this! Nobody told Tony. You two idiots are just so obvious that anyone could see it.” Sam said. As soon as he did Steve let out a huge sigh of relief, his shoulders rolling forward like a burden had been lifted from his shoulders.  

“I won’t have this, no way, not on my watch. Y/N. My beloved employee. With Mancurian Candidate? Under my nose, in my own lab?” Tony said indignantly,  putting his hand over his heart as if he was scandalized. 

“Tony! That’s really not very funny. You shouldn’t call him that.” You said your face a hard frown. and Bucky felt his heart burst with happiness. But then your gaze turned to him and he felt your icy stare.

“I--I can explain. You see I had actually texted Steve before we decided to be lowkey. It was before so really if you think about it. I didn’t do anything wrong. And Steve and his big mouth told a few people. But it’s just the people in this room. And Nat. And Clint. And Wanda. But that’s all.”  Bucky tried to explain to you as best he could. His eyes were pleading, he felt weak in the knees. You remained silent, your arms crossed. 

“Yikes, you’re in troooouble.” Tony taunted. 

“So basically everyone! Everyone I see on a daily basis. I can’t believe this. So they’ve all known the whole time?” You looked at Sam and Steve who both sheepishly nodded. You turned back to Bucky, you let out a shaky breath. People knew, and nothing bad had happened. Your friends had actually gone out of their way so you two could have some privacy.  “Well I guess there's no point in keeping this up then.”

“Hm?”

“I'm having breakfast with my boyfriend now, so if you don’t mind gentlemen.” You grabbed your breakfast bowl and moved your chair so you were sitting next to Bucky. You grabbed his hand and placed it on your lap. 

“Ugh, I'm nauseous you two are so fucking cute. Guess that’s my cue.  Come on, Commandos, take a hint.” Tony got up signaling to the other two who also rushed out of the room, more than happy to get out of the tense atmosphere. Once you were completely alone, you finally spoke. 

“I can’t believe everyone knows. Why didn’t you just tell me?” 

 Bucky let out a deep sigh. 

“I mean I kept it a secret from some people. Tony being one of them. I just…I wanted to give you what you wanted. But I mean to be completely honest I did want to tell everyone. I’m all in.”  

“I’m all in too!” You cried clutching his hand and kissing his knuckles. “That's why I wanted to try and slow things down so I couldn’t mess anything up. Now it just all seems so silly. I tried so hard to be sneaky too!” 

He took his hand off yours and gave your thigh a squeeze. 

“I mean…we can still sneak around sometimes. If you want. ” He had a playful glint in his eyes. “I mean, I had plans, Doll, a lot of plans. I was fully prepared to take you on every inch of that lab table.” 

“Sergeant Barnes! ” You gasped. “I think we may be a bit too loud for that level of sneakiness.” He took your chin in his hand and rubbed his thumb down your lip.

“I’m sure we can find a way to keep you quiet.”

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[magichroma]

Getting all Bunny Bunny

By @magichroma & @dialupmodern

Please, Clara, before you judge, let me explain. Aux (y’know, Aqua, that’s what I call her,) and I were sitting on the couch, the old fabric one we found on the side of the road. You were out, so it was just the two of us. sitting on the couch watching TV. Well not like we were sitting together, more like we were both incidentally on the couch and bored. It was already a little awkward ‘cause your dumb wolf ass left a half empty bottle of lube on the coffee table. Which is just bad manners, if you ask me, but I digress.

We had the TV playing the nature channel, you know, nice, neutral programming, and there was some kind of special in progress about bunnies. Now I'm a bunny and she's a bunny, so I figure this would be of some interest to us both. That was when the special went to an interview with some scientist putz who goes on. And this guy just starts talking about how bunnies have this “natural urge to breed,” especially in cases of two separated from their colony. I mean how the hell is this health class shit on daytime television anyway?

I think that (honestly, probably a bit perverted,) deer scientist guy said something like, "In the modern day, this can manifest in nearly any situation where two rabbits are alone." He turned to the camera, all dramatic like, "I believe the largest factor in this phenomenon is societal alienation." I wasn't really listening after that, ‘cause he had to go and get that damn thought in my head. I haven't ever really looked at Aux in that way before, but now all my mind can think about Is breed breed breed breed breed breed bre-

Damn, I got carried away there, but that's how it really was. I snuck a look at Aqua and I thought she looked a bit hot and bothered too. At least I thought she might be, I couldn't tell for sure with how much I was fucking keyed up, so I decided to play it off with a joke. "Hah. the bullshit people say about rabbits, am I right?" Perhaps the worst thing I’ve ever uttered in history, and I was about to apologize, but I looked across to her and I swear to Bunny God she was feeling herself up over her clothes. I was looking very intently for that kind of thing, you see, on account of my state.

What was a girl in my position to do? Horny as fuck and she seems to be the same, enough to touch herself in front of me (even covertly… still!) So of course I gave in a little myself, feeling up my tits, trying to be sly about it, if a little sloppy. I start acting like I'm adjusting my shirt, her hand starts moving over her crotch faster. Seeing that, I got a little more brazen, and pinched my nipple a little. I didn't mean to, but I moaned. Now she was making all these cute little noises too. Between my hands under my shirt and her hands in her pants, things were getting hot and heavy really quickly. Before I even properly realize, I’m pulling up my shirt.

Next thing I know, she's got her pants pulled down, rubbing her palm across her cute little dick, and my shirt and bra are discarded, leaving me with just my jeans. Granted, I had pulled them down a bit and was already jerking off. Both our eyes were locked on each other, each stifled moan an escalation. Without thinking, I leaned a bit more towards her, and she did the same. I could feel how the movement of her arm gently rocked the couch. We moved ever closer. I could see the budding of precum on her dick. We got closer still. I felt the warmth of her body next to mine. I couldn't fucking take it anymore.

My body moved before I could think and I was straddling her, sitting on her lap with my aching cock pressing hard into her stomach. It was all I could to stop for a moment and ask the most important question.

"Do you want this?"

She blushed, "Yes."

In a split second I was upon her, with a ferocity previously unknown to me. I grabbed at the collar of her shirt and, in one swift motion, I tore it all the way down to her stomach . Her chest was nearly totally exposed, save for the shreds of her shirt that remained, and the sports bra she was wearing underneath. I felt her cock push up against me weakly and moisten slightly. I felt almost feral as I alternatively kissed and bit her neck. I began playing with her breasts when she grabbed me by an ear and pulled me in.

"Gods, Coz. Just fuck me already," she whispered in my ear, almost growling with insistence.

Who could say no to an offer like that? I grab her hips, pull her close, and flip her over me till she's face down tail up on the center of the couch. I go to grab the bottle of lube that has been burning a hole in my mind ever since we started this (your fault, may I add.) I put some lube on my paw and rubbed it down the length of my cock, throbbing with need, taking the rest in my paw I spanked her ass, holding my hand tightly I spread it on and into her. 

I gripped tightly onto Aqua’s hip, lining up carefully, and on a whim I reached up and gathered her hair up in a fist on the back of her head. She moaned, begging for more in all but her words, we were long past that now. Pulling her back into me, I pressed into her.

A rhythm was established quickly, I plunged in, a gasp escaping between my lips, causing her to buck back into me, trying desperately to get more.  fell back slightly, pulling her hair tight. The softness of her fur between my digits was so much softer than it would feel with my own, I wanted more. I needed more.

More, I pulled her back on me. More, I moved my hand from her hip to her shoulder to grab her back harder. More, I let go of her hair to grab both hips with both hands, doing everything I could to fill her as deeply as I could. MORE, I wrapped my arms around her chest and pulled her vertical up against me as I came. My grip on her staying tight until I finally stopped shuddering.

We laid on the carpet, leaning against the couch as I caught my breath. "I- I don't know what happened to me back-"

"Shut up, Coz," Aqua said, climbing into my lap "I'm not finished yet, and that means you aren't either." Now, perhaps that doctor on TV would have called it rabbit physiology, but I know that my body is smart enough to obey the extremely hot woman on top of me. I was fully hard, hell, I might have been even more alert than before. She patted me on the head and called me a good girl, making me drip some precum onto her stomach. "And so eager too," she cooed.

She rose up, straddling me, lining me up to penetrate her again, but right before she looked down at me, seemingly reveling in the pleading look on my face. We moaned in concert as she settled down on my cock. She took a beat before she began riding up and down on me. My paws found their way onto her hips again, and quickly I began to explore her body, my paws running up and down her fur, finding where her bra clasped in the back. With no small effort I undid the mechanism, freeing her breasts from beneath her ruined shirt.

Seeing this, she took off the tattered shirt and shrugged off her bra, leaving her totally naked on top of me. I wasted no time in exploring this newly revealed part of her, grabbing exploratorily at first. I quickly gave in to my baser urge, a paw firmly on her back pushed her chest into my face as she rode me. Her breasts rubbed up and down with her movement, I grabbed her left tit and put it in my mouth, creating a whole new chorus of moans from above.

She bounced up and down on me as I grabbed and groped and sucked whatever I could. The pace rose again, as she grabbed my head and pushed me deeper into her breasts. I kissed harder and deeper, desperately trying to milk whatever pleasure I could out of her. Her moans kept rising, her voice became shakier, composure slipping bit by bit, until it finally came to a screaming crescendo. Grabbing me close and holding me tightly against her as she cried out, tightening on me to the point I might cum again.

She held me close against her soft fuzzy chest for a while, playing gently with my hair, but I wasn't ready to stop yet. I kicked up, causing her to jolt a little, but before she could properly react I had picked her up by the thighs and carried her behind the couch to the kitchen counter. I set her down on the cold tile, about to frot her, when I heard the most terrifying sound of my life, the key in the door.

“Shit shit shit,” I grabbed her again and ducked us both behind the counter, you were home. Aqua whispered to me, "when we get the chance, we should sneak into the bathroom and clean off." Thinking her plan a reasonable one,  I nodded silently. It was a few minutes until you went back to your room, griping about how we were leaving clothes everywhere (still your fault, by the way!)

As soon as we heard the door close, we made a break for it.  Before we could reach the bathroom, your door started opening, so thinking quickly I pushed us both into the closet, and gently closed the door. Through some twist of fate you still hadn't caught us, but the adrenaline was still pumping. As I took stock of the situation, I realized there was a beautiful, desperate, panting bunny girl in front of me, so of course, I kissed her. 

Well, I was about halfway through thinking of any of these things when she kissed me, pushing me against the back wall of the closet. Her hand wandered down to my crotch, grabbing both of our cocks. Frotting us. I moaned weakly into her kiss. Aqua pulled back, and whispered, inches from my ear, “best be quiet or we’ll both get caught. and then you wont get to cum.” 

My cock bounced up, precum budding at the tip, held softly in her paw. "Aww, do I have a little exhibitionist on my hands? You’re secretly hoping we'll get caught, aren’t you! You little slut." She was whispering in a knife sharp tone, as the smell of sex began to fill the closet, driving me deeper into a desperate frenzy.

She looked down at me, clearly reveling in this bit of power she had over me. As much as I hate to say it, I was putty in her paws. All I could think about was how close she was to me, and how soft and warm she felt, and how good she smelled, and… and… she took her hand off me. whispered, “aw, did the little bunny think she was allowed to cum? When you didn't even beg! For shame.” Her voice carried a sharpness, a glimmer of sadistic joy in her power, her control.

“Please,” I whispered, swallowing every bit of pride I had.

“Nope, too late, you just won’t get to.” Her voice was firm, reveling in how easily she’d made me beg.

She’d let that little bit of dominance go to her head far too fast. I felt that I needed to take her down a peg. I pushed her back against the other wall of the closet, pinning her arms to the wall. As she reeled in surprise, I pulled her into a kiss to stifle her gasp. Pushing my knee up into her heat, “guess you don’t get to cum either,” deepening her adorable little moans. I ground my knee against her, feeling her helplessly dribbling girlcum on my knee. as I felt her begin bucking against me, trying in vain to cum, I let go and backed away to the other side of the closet. She let herself slide down the wall and began desperately touching herself on the floor, whimpering. I couldn't help but follow suit, seeing her stare blankly up at me, desperately trying to get off. 

The closet was hot, steamy with our shallow breaths and the scent of sex thick in the air. The sense of power growing within me was palpable, staring down at her, slowly stroking my cock. Knowing that I was the only thing in the world on her mind right now. Her pace quickened, small moans beginning to slip out of her parted lips. I stepped closer, until I towered over her, one hand steadying myself above her, the other masturbating. Her pace quickened even further, and I tried my best to match pace. She was fast, and evidently pent up. Before I knew it, she was on the brink, reaching a paw up and grabbing my thigh, the new stimulation causing me to cum along with her, spurts of watery girlcum all over her face and chest.

We stayed there, panting for a while, and soon, I think, we both came to the realization that yes, we just did all that again, and the closet now stinks of sweat and sex. Not to mention that Aux was now covered in cum.

"I think I need a shower," we both whispered between panting breaths, nearly in unison.

It was pretty simple to get to the bathroom, I was worried about the wet sound Aqua’s fur was making, but it was literally 5 steps.  I stood there awkwardly while she got in the shower, until she reached a hand back out and purred, “come on, you’ll get me looking like this but you won't help clean me up?”

It was a little awkward clambering into the shower behind her, my crotch brushed against her ass and I won't lie it took a lot of willpower to not begin this whole cycle again. Stupid tiny shower. That's when I felt something brush against my ass, behind me. Aux giggled, "I forgot I left that in here, so I decided to set it up and give you a taste of your own medicine, Coz." she put a hand on my chest and pushed me back, into the dildo I had failed to see stuck to the wall.

Fucking hell, I don't know how long it's been since I was filled like that.the steam from the shower and the mass inside me made my brain so foggy I could hardly think. Aqua pushed me back inch by inch, ‘til she figured I had probably bottomed out on it. I didn't move for a few beats, prompting a reply of, "aww, too worked up to think, little bun?"Hearing that made me make a sound that she described as “pathetic and adorable.” With one paw she grabbed my dick,  and with her other she pet me on the head and called me a good girl. Causing me to make another sound (which she would describe as ‘absolutely adorable’ later.)

Aqua pushed her paw against my chest, groping me and forcing me further back into the dildo. I leaned forward, my face pressing up against her chest, almost automatically my lips were upon her breast, kissing and licking as I bucked back on the dildo.

She held the back of my head, pressing it into her breast. Each moan I elicited from her a small victory, though it was hard to maintain a rhythm while I rode the toy.

"Fuck Coz, you are SO good at this" Aqua moaned breathlessly. I dutifully took that as a sign to continue, smiling when I realized she was desperately humping into her other hand. But then she patted me on the head, “Actually, sit down for me” Holding on to her tight, I repositioned the dildo onto the floor of the shower, staring up at Aqua. She grasped the back of my head and pushed my snout into her cum soaked fur. “Good girl, Coz. clean up that mess you made for me.” It was the best I could do to moan into her, and lick of course. I was a good girl, after all. Eventually, her fur was as clean as I could get it, and I defaulted to obediently licking her cute little cock. We were both lost in this sexual feedback loop until there was a sudden shock of cold water, rudely informing us that we had totally lost track of time. 

We both quickly did our best to get ourselves presentable (which wasn’t much, admittedly,) and snuck off to our rooms. Well, I was gonna go back to my room before you caught me, Clara. So, um, can I go put some clothes on? Please?

#my writing #hornyposting #:3

[my-head-is-an-animal]

The Climb

Summary: You're a scientist, an engineer to be exact. Called to a meeting you had no real right to be at, Optimus Prime takes an exclusive interest in you, but you can't help but ask yourself at every turn, Why?

Rating: 18+ 🌹🩸🍆

Story Masterlist

Chapter 13

I couldn’t get enough oxygen into my body, even with the mask. The air pressure gun had recharged and I was able to aim it at the ship, swinging myself back against it and take a moment to calm down.

     It was so quiet, the Earth from this high up was almost peaceful and I was using it to focus, but if I had another set back like that, I would never make it to my destination.

     The sky was starting to get darker as night was falling in, the eight hours was nearly up. Lennox would have no choice but to assume I didn’t make it. It didn’t matter. I looked up to see the previous five thousand feet I had left to climb had just become eight.

     ‘You can do this, you’ve done this bit before, it’ll be a breeze now.’ The echo of Lennox’s words from the climbing wall on that first day, it was the only thing telling me that everything might have been okay.

     ‘I have to do this.’ I said.

     ‘Yes, you do.’

     I turned to see Lennox strapped into his climbing gear, the same way he was on the wall, he smiled at me.

     ‘You wanna quit? There’s no shame in not making it.’ He said.

     I felt a surge of anger rise in my chest. ‘No.’ I told him, pulling out another syringe and jabbing my leg.

     I climbed hard, I wasn’t going to quit now, I was closer than I was at the start, no one thought I could do this, but they would always be wrong and all I ever had to do was prove it. I pulled the gun out and shot straight upwards, pulling myself up the next sixty feet. I couldn’t stop.

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The eight hours was up, and Lennox could barely lift his gun anymore. He looked over at Epps who was the same. No one else was coming to save them and it looked like Harding had failed.

     ‘Bee!’ He shouted, Bumblebee was being repaired by Ratchet who was struggling to keep up. ‘Can you see her? She should be at least twenty eight thousand feet up by now!’

     Bumblebee looked up at the ship, his eyes searching. He looked down at Lennox and shook his head.

     Lennox nodded, again looking over at Epps. ‘We did our best.’ He said, Epps deflating in disappointment. They failed. ‘Optimus!’ Lennox managed to get to his feet, the great Autobot turned to him, firing off rockets and slicing through the creatures where he could. ‘I’m calling it. It’s been over eight hours and no one can see her. Harding failed.’

     Optimus looked down at him surprised. ‘You are leaving?’

     ‘I have to call in everything we have to try and take that ship down.’ Lennox reasoned with him. ‘If she hasn’t made it by now, she probably won’t.’

     Optimus kneeled down and gave him a firm look. ‘Dr Harding believed the climb was possible, she has given everything to saving your planet. And you made a promise.’ He pointed at Lennox. ‘Her prediction of eight hours was always harboured by the lack of knowledge about what she would encounter.’

     ‘That’s my point!’ Lennox shot back. ‘If she has run into the enemy up there, there is every chance she has been killed on sight.’ He watched the usually stoic Autobot’s eyes widen. ‘I’m sorry, I know you put a lot of faith in her, but we need to look at the bigger picture here.’

     Optimus looked up at the ship. ‘I believe she is still making the climb.’ He said.

     ‘You can’t know that.’

     ‘You cannot know she has failed.’ Optimus countered. ‘I will continue on until I know for certain either way.’

     He didn’t wait for a response from Lennox, he just stood up and ran into battle once again.

     Lennox let a breath go and looked over at Epps.

     ‘He’s right, you know.’ Epps called over. ‘She might be inside that ship right now, we have to give her more time.’

     Lennox let his eyes close, he was so tired. It was nothing compared to what Harding had to endure, but it was still agony to continue on.

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I could see the opening, it was only another twenty feet, but I couldn’t take the long strides I had been taking. My legs just couldn’t push me up like that anymore. I was shaking and even deeper breaths couldn’t steady my hands anymore.

     I pulled out my fourth syringe filled with adrenaline, I hadn’t wanted to use it, but I was so close, and every sacrifice was for the safety of the planet. It was worth it.

     It was enough to get me up to the opening and pull myself inside the ship.

     I could see what looked like a mechanical beehive, it was like a factory, pumps, pipes, caverns and steam surrounded me. More of those creatures were being made, probably quicker than they could be destroyed on the ground. It only made me realise that Optimus and Lennox were in a losing fight no matter what. They could have fallen already.

     I searched around the immediate area, resting against the cool metal of the cavern that led into the open area of the lower part of the ship, and deciding that any energy used needed to be sure. I just didn’t have anything left to waste.

     I managed to pull myself across the floor just enough to see a corridor. The creatures didn’t seem to notice me, or if they did, they didn’t think I posed much of a threat. They were probably right.

     Something occurred to me quite suddenly. These were hive creatures. They had one leader and one mind, it meant I needed to be careful. I couldn’t pose even the slightest bit of a threat, otherwise it would have been a wasted trip.

     It was closing in on ten hours, I wondered why Lennox hadn’t called in for a full frontal attack by now. Of course, there was every chance I was the last one standing, and standing was a kind way of putting it. Crawling across the floor of an alien ship just because my body wouldn’t allow for anything else, was the reality of the situation.

     Finally, I found what I was looking for. It was a station close to the massive door where hundreds of wasp creatures were being deployed, it also linked up to the ship’s harvesting capabilities. If I could blow that, the ship would be rendered incapable of destroying planet Earth, but able to fly away. It looked exactly the way Ironhide and Optimus had described it.

     The only problem was it was in an awkward place that meant I would have to leave via the same doors the wasps were flying out of. There was no way I would be able to climb back up the caverns again. The only way was down.

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For the first time in his life, Optimus wasn’t sure whether he could continue the fight. He was exhausted, some of his Autobots had fallen and the humans were right, it had been over eleven hours that Jane had been climbing. No human could survive such a test. It was too much to ask one person.

     He fell to his knee, taking a moment to rest while Ironhide protected his position, giving him the breather he needed.

     The problem with his doubts about Jane’s survival was that everything he had seen of her, everything he desired and everything that told him she was the one worth devoting his life to, told him she would save the world no matter the cost. But by the same logic, it angered him to no end to think the last time he saw her, was the last time he would ever see her.

     Even just the temptation of thinking that he would never see her again, forced him to his feet and back into battle. He made a promise.

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The dynamite was in place. I needed a minute to breathe, the oxygen mask was still attached to my face, but it didn’t feel like enough.

     I unravelled the coil, attaching it to my belt and prayed it didn’t come loose. I did everything I could to make sure I didn’t have to go back, but even through my exhaustion, I knew it wasn’t perfect.

     I managed to get down towards the doors beneath, the creatures were still flying out and probably taking over the earth. I knew it had been nearly twelve hours after I began the climb and I was certain I wouldn’t make it home, but at least every one else would be safe.

     There was only one syringe left and my chest was already aching, I wasn’t sure if I could take another shot, but I needed it to complete the mission and steady my hands just enough to light the match and blow the console.

     I found a small space where the wind wasn’t as harsh and pulled out the box of matches and some scissors. The coil was cut. I took a moment to breathe and jag my leg with the last adrenaline shot I had.

     It was so painful, my joints were like glass and my muscles felt like they’d faded away, but the familiar burn of the chemical surging through me was the only thing making me continue on regardless.

     I lit the match, the only real light in the dark of the ship, and the coil began burning. The creatures still hadn’t noticed me, and I counted myself lucky, but suddenly my chest was in agony, like my heart was about to burst. The flame had almost reached the dynamite and I needed to leave.

     The last of my energy was devoted to rolling off the ledge and plunging towards a darkened Earth. It was over. My mission was complete and there was nothing more to be done, except fall into blackness.

     ‘Rest now, Dr Harding.’ Optimus’s voice rang out in my mind, and I felt all will and determination leave me. My eyes closed and the only thing I saw was the bright blue eyes of the Autobot I fell in love with.

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An explosion. The wasp creatures stopped on the battlefield, all of their attention turning to the ship. It was like a chain reaction being set off, one explosion led to another and to another.

     ‘Harding did it.’ Lennox whispered. ‘Harding did it!’ He yelled, the soldiers and Autobots around him cheering as the creature began a full retreat.

     Optimus was the only one not cheering. His attention was firmly in the sky, trying to locate Harding.

     ‘There.’ He said, directing everyone’s attention to the bulk of where the wasps were flying towards. ‘She must have had no choice by to exit on the other side.’

     Lennox and his men all raised their binoculars, finding Harding in their sights. ‘Something’s wrong.’ He said, watching her body rotate and flay about aimlessly. ‘Oh my God.’ He said, quietly to himself.

     ‘What?’ Optimus asked, worriedly.

     ‘I don’t think she’s conscious.’ He shook his head. ‘She can’t pull her chute.’

      Optimus turned back to see her body still falling. There was no choice. He ran back towards his gear, strapping his flight tech on his back.

     ‘Optimus, you cannot reach her in your state.’ Ratchet tried to stop him.

     ‘I made a promise.’ He growled again. ‘If it costs my life, then so be it.’

     Optimus didn’t wait for anyone else to try and argue. He took flight, feeling his own body’s weight much more clearly than before. The only thing on his mind was to get to Jane’s body before she hit the ground.

     He swung his sword around him, catching the occasional straggling creature, they were zooming past Jane, trying to get back to their ship which was now beginning to take flight once again.

     The ship exploded again close to the bottom and a pulse emitted from it, nothing harmful to him and the creatures were still racing back towards it, but it did knock him off course. He lost Jane for a moment, before looking down to see her heading straight towards the ground.

     Optimus turned around and flew as fast as he could towards her.

     He reached out as he got closer, curling his hand around her fragile frame and bringing her close to his chest, she wasn’t moving.

     Optimus landed hard on the ground, damaging his knee once again as he fell against a building that was almost entirely decimated. Ironhide carried Lennox, Epps and some human medical personnel towards his position. The damage stopped him from standing, but he could gently place Jane on the ground for the doctors to attend to her.

     Lennox stood over them as Ratchet made it over to Optimus, beginning work on his knee immediately.

     Optimus watched as her equipment was stripped off, her pale face just about visible, but she still wasn’t moving.

     The doctors pulled out a machine, unzipping her jacket to get at her chest, they cleared the area and Lennox just stepped back, his hands going to his head as he began to realise what might have happened.

     Optimus looked to Ratchet for an answer.

     ‘It’s a machine humans use to restart their hearts. A defibrillator.’ He said, quietly.

     ‘Her heart?’ Optimus was confused.

     ‘I’m sorry, old friend.’ Ironhide came around to comfort his friend.

     Optimus’s mind wouldn’t allow him to fully understand what was happening to Jane, but at some point, the doctors stopped. Jane still hadn’t moved.

     ‘What are you doing?’ He asked. ‘You must restart her heart.’

     ‘Optimus.’ Lennox stepped forward to calm the Autobot leader. ‘She’s gone. I’m sorry.’

     Optimus looked around him, searching for a different answer, but no one was providing it for him. He looked down at her body, her fragile, soft body and edged towards it. She made a promise to survive, to fight for tomorrow, she would want to keep it if she could.

     ‘No.’ Optimus whispered. ‘She isn’t.’

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#optimus prime #optimus x reader #optimus prime x reader #optimus prime x ofc #optimus x oc #transformers #fanfiction

[egonspenglerishot]

Hi 👋

Could you possibly do an Egon x reader where she’s possessed by gozer and how he would either or save her/ the aftermath???

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Oh

My

God

I’m naming you Spoopy Ghost Anon :)

I’m pretty sure it’s the Keymaster and Gatekeeper that can possess, not Gozer themselves, so I took it upon myself to make y’all the Gate Keeper Zuul.

“You’ve messed with the wrong scientist”

Egon couldn’t believe his eyes when he reached your apartment. It was a total wreck, the one night he was able to get the slightest bit of time off, and this happened. He wasn’t one for date nights, not like Venkman. But something felt off. He went to the nearest payphone and dialed the Ghostbusters Headquarters number.

“Ghostbusters how can we help you?” Janine’s voice crackled through the phone piece. Egon took a breath and sighed “Look [Names] place has been wrecked and with all the trouble they were having, claiming there was a temple in her fridge and such, I can’t help but think my research was correct. And if it is, you need to send the other three.”

Janine was froze before she put the phone down and hit the red button. The other three slid down and rushed to the Ecto 1 (that Egon had graciously not taken, opting for a cab) and rushed down to your apartment complex. Once they arrived the place was indeed a mess. They loaded their proton packs on and went in, something definitely wasn’t right. Egon knocked on your apartment door and you opened it, looking very different.

“Are you the Keymaster?” Egon looked at you gone out, but knew that the only way in was to agree. The others were currently hidden waiting for his signal “Yes, I am the Keymaster” you let him in, and after what seemed hours of struggling he managed to get you asleep. He went to the others his appearance slightly messy.

“She will be fine for now, however we have to go back. There’s not much we can do.” They headed back and jog a few hours later the police brought in someone claiming to be the Key Master searching for the Gate Keeper. Of course Egon knew straight away, but the damn Health Inspector decided to shut the grid down, releasing thousands of spirits. Egon yelled at him before all four ghostbusters were dragged off to the cells and the Keymaster made his way to the apartments.

A few hours later:

The boys were allowed out and permitted to save the city from Gozer. Once they reached the apartment Egon was the first to actually rush up the stairs, he needed to make sure you were okay, but when they finally made their way to the roof you were stood on one pedestal the key master on the other.

You were both turned into ugly looking dogs and this infuriated Egon. He knew he had to save you. Once they’d confronted Gozer, tried to use their Proton packs (and failed), and Ray had conjured up a 100ft Stay Puft Marshmallow Man, everything seemed at a loss until Egon realized. It was risky but it would save New York and you. He explained it and they quickly agreed wanting this hell to end.

“You’ve messed with the wrong scientist Gozer” Egon growled under his breath as he and his fellow ghostbusters turned their proton packs to maximum.

They crossed the streams of the proton packs destroying the door as the monsters that came from it. The after math was messy and overstimulating for Egon but when he glanced at the stone dogs his heart sank, that was until you began picking your way out, a hand popping out. His heart rate quickened as he helped you get out of the dark stone shell and held you close kissing you.

A smile spread across your face as you kissed him back. You didn’t care he was covered in marshmallow fluff, he’d saved you! Once he pulled away (and Venkman and made multiple gagging noises) they made their way down to the waiting ambulance, staying by your side. That’s when he decided to tie the knot with you so he could always protect you.

“[Name?]” he tapped your shoulder as you were talking to a paramedic. You turned around and he was down on one knee. He’d been plannin on proposing since you’d hit the four year mark and he’d already bought the ring. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a beautiful golden band with a heart shaped ruby on it “Will you marry me?”

You squealed and nodded yes kissing him, what a day, you were possessed by a demon demigod, saved by the love of your life and now he proposed. It’s enough to tire a girl out

“I told them they’d messed with with wrong scientist”

#egon x reader #egon spengler x oc #egon spengler x reader #egon spengler #ghostbusters x oc #ghostbusters x reader #ghostbusters egon #ghostbusters

[millenianthemums]

the colress ask got me thinking about him again, so i dug up a transcript for a comic i want to make, but might take forever to get to. it’s about Colress trying his best to be a good dad despite firing lasers at his adopted kid. hope you like it

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Colress: Fantastic! The Kyurem Cannons are working tremendously! Perhaps if Zinzolin and the Shadows need a bigger distraction, we could stress-test their power levels. I’m sure Kyurem’s power could be magnified even more if—

Zinzolin, over the intercom: Sirs! We have a situation!

Ghetsis: (sighs) What is it?

Zinzolin: Drayden is here, interfering with everything. And what’s more, he’s got that little pest of a trainer with him!

(the frigate’s monitor displays a camera feed of Zinzolin and the Shadows fighting Drayden and Rosa in the frozen city)

Colress: !!

Ghetsis, noting Colress’s expression: I see. Well, Colress, I believe you mentioned the possibility of stress-testing the cannons?

Colress: …W-well, uh… that could be risky. We don’t want to overload the machines…

Ghetsis: Oh? You seemed so eager before. Is there a risk of the Frigate being compromised?

Colress: Um—

Random scientist: There shouldn’t be, sirs. We’ve triple-checked everything. Kyurem may suffer a bit, but we should be perfectly safe.

Ghetsis: Ah, that’s good news. Well, Colress, I’d say time is of the essence. The sooner we remove these threats, the better.

Colress: …

Ghetsis: Fire the cannons.

Colress: …Y-yes, Lord Ghetsis.

(the cannons are fired again, the blast stronger than ever. The chaos allows Zin and co to steal the DNA Splicers. He reports his victory. The scientists in the firing room cheer while Colress looks haunted. Ghetsis claps a hand on his back.)

Ghetsis: I’d say this has been a very impressive demonstration. I must congratulate you on your handiwork, Colress.

Colress: …

(The Shadows and Zinzolin teleport in with the Splicers)

Zinzolin: Lord Ghetsis! We’ve accomplished our mission! My genius knows no bounds.

Ghetsis: That’s one way of looking at it. Shadows, report. Were the threats dispatched?

Shadow 1: Drayden escaped, but it’s safe to say the girl is dealt with. We saw no sign of her after the blast.

Ghetsis: Well. That’s one less thing to worry about, wouldn’t you say, Colress?

(He turns to see that Colress isn’t in the main room anymore.

Colress has snuck away to hide in a dark corner of the frigate. He looks at the friendship bracelet Rosa gave him on his wrist, heartbroken and horrified by his actions. After a moment, he takes out his Xtranceiver and calls Rosa’s number. It rings for a long time, and he slowly starts to sink into despair, until Rosa picks up.)

Rosa: Hello?

Colress: Rosa—!! Rosa, you’re… I’m… are you okay??

Rosa: Yeah, I’m fine. Are you okay? You sound—

Colress: Oh, thank God. I was— I heard about what happened. In Opelucid, I… you said you were headed that way, so…

Rosa: Oh, no, I’m okay! I was in the city, but I’m fine. It was scary… but my Pokemon and I are all safe. Storm saved me. She used Protect.

Colress: Protect…? She could… that’s remarkable, I didn’t think…

Rosa: Colress…?

Colress: Oh— no, never mind! That doesn’t matter. The important thing is that you’re safe. And far from the city by now, I hope.

Rosa: Yeah, but… it was Team Plasma. They took something. I tried to stop them, but—

Colress: Don’t. Rosa, it’s not your job to stop them. Don’t concern yourself with those people.

Rosa: I can’t just stand by! They’re HURTING people! Innocent people and Pokemon DIED today because of them!

Colress: That’s all the more reason to stay far away from them. They’re dangerous.

Rosa: I can handle myself.

Colress: I know you can. I just… I worry. I don’t want you getting hurt.

Rosa: …Thanks, Colress. I’ll be careful.

Colress, smiling: See that you are, young lady. Now, I—

(he hears footsteps)

Colress: —I have to go. I’m sorry, there’s important… research I need to attend to.

Rosa: Oh. Okay! Talk to you later!

Colress: Yes, goodbye. And be safe, my friend. (hangs up)

#don’t tag as ship obviously. should go without saying #pokemon #pokemon bw2 #colress #ghetsis #shadow triad #zinzolin #rosa pokemon #mei #robin writes stuff

[aimmyarrowshigh]

Chapter Five now posted!

“I think it was the Asset who shot me. And he left me alive. His sole focus was on Dr. Erskine—that’s the scientist I was tasked with bringing out of Poland and back here with us—and it was like… it was like he couldn’t even see me.” Natasha shook her head, red curls brushing her cheeks. “There’s no telling what will happen when your commando squadron goes up against him. But it’s possible that he’ll come quietly. Some do, if they want to defect or to live the rest of their days outside of a jail cell. And Steve,” Natasha added, touching his shoulder again, “Even if they die on this mission, they’re soldiers. They could die any day. They know that.” “I know,” Steve said. “But it will still be on my orders. And I’m not a military man, I don’t have the right to—” “You are more qualified to plan this mission, alongside Peggy and myself, than any military man could be. You have to believe in this mission. You’re the leader. If you don’t believe in yourself, this will fail. And I’m afraid that if we fail, we will lose.” Natasha bit her lips together as she stared into Steve’s eyes. “We can’t lose, Steve. We cannot.”

#stucky fanfiction #stucky edit #stucky fic #stevebucky #shrinkyclinks #lent from tomorrow (today was too small for us) #fandom #fanfiction #my fic

[centralperkchenford]

In season 5 episode 8. That scene when Tim and Lucy are in the car and he is asking her if she loves Chris. She all "He's Just Not..." and doesn't finish the sentence. Could you write the scene where she does finish the sentence and tell Tim that she doesn't love Chris because he isn't him. I always wanted to hear her actually say the full sentence.

I suck at explaining, so please let me know if this doesn't make sense or something.

Chenford + He’s not you

I shortened the prompt a bit because I knew what you were getting at! Hope this is okay!!

Also I wrote this instead of finishing chapter 3 of FWB 🤷🏼‍♀️🤦🏼‍♀️

Drop everything now, meet me in the pourin’ rain, Kiss me on the sidewalk, take away the pain;

“He’s just not..” Lucy glances up to see Tim looking at her somewhat bashfully but also expectant. This whole conversation has Lucy on edge because Tim is right. She should love Chris. He loved her. But she doesn’t, she can’t. She can’t love Chris because he’s not Tim. He’s not her friend, or her confidant. She doesn’t trust him like she trusts Tim. Their history is also somewhat flawed. She didn’t even like Chris at first. And then he hummed that song without a care in the world for her feelings or her emotions. But Chris.. Chris is safe. He’s dependable enough and he does care for her and that’s all Lucy could ever ask for.

But the thing is.. she wants more. She wants a best friend, a confidant and a partner in life. Chris is not that and she knows he never will be that.

Nolan wasn’t that either or Emmett. Maybe her college boyfriend before everything went to hell. But when thing were good with him, she didn’t feel the rush she felt with.. well Tim. And that’s God’s honest truth.

Chris wasn’t Tim

Emmett wasn’t Tim

Nolan wasn’t Tim

And her scum bag college boyfriend wasn’t Tim.

Even though she denied it, even though she said it was just biology she was lying. Nothing was just pretend with him. She didn’t have to hide parts of herself, like she did with Chris. Tim just knew every part of her.

Tim comforted her and held her even when she wasn’t his. He somehow made everything better. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know her feelings for Tim were pure.

But she rejected him, and even when she was saying those words in that Vegas hotel room she knew she was kidding herself.

But now as Chris pressures her about houses (more like was being a fucking pushy asshole) she realizes she doesn’t want to pretend anymore. Not with Chris. Not with Tim and denying her feelings. She was going to go all in.

“He’s just not what?” She hears Tim ask and she jumps startled as if she forgot he is sitting right next to her. “He’s just not what Lucy?”

She bites her lip nervously because she can lie or she can dive right into the truth. Head on and see where it takes her. She wants Tim.

“He’s just not you.” She says quietly and Tim whips his head around to stare at her, his blue eyes wide. “He’s not you okay? I have to hide parts of myself from him. I never have to do that with you.”

Tim clenches his jaw tightly and at first Lucy thinks he’s mad at her. And is about to say something when he pulls the shop to the side of the road.

“Tim..” She mutters. “Why..?”

But he holds up his hand and she worries her bottom lip nervously. “Lucy, please tell me you really mean that.” He says his voice low. “Please don’t just mess with my feelings. I can’t—”

“I’m not.” She says quickly. “I was just scared Tim.. in Vegas. Weren’t you scared bringing the kisses up and just everything?”

“Yes.” He says simply. “But that doesn’t mean I didn’t want to try.”

And god this man she was falling for him even more.

“So you think it’s worth it? The risk of us.. doing this?” She asks and he glances at the dash cam before turning back to her and nodding.

“Yes.” He says again. And he says it with so much confidence. Lucy almost can’t believe it’s real.

“But why?” She whispers and Tim reaches over and puts his hand on top of hers.

“Because it’s you.. Lucy and you are worth everything and more. We are worth it.” He says and his voice is thick with emotion. Lucy wants to kiss him until she’s dizzy but she can’t so she simply says:

“You are worth it too Tim. You are the most important relationship in my life. And if you are ready to take the risk than so am I.”

Tim squeezes her hand gently. “Yeah? Well I am ready. I have been ready.”

Lucy smiles at him, feeling lighter than she had in days. She knew what she has to do. She needs to break up with Chris and then have more of a talk with Tim.

Because he’s right, it never hurts to try

She’s ready to take the risk because Tim is everything to her and more. He’s worth it and they are worth it.

#chenford #the rookie #chenford fanfic #tim bradford #tim x lucy #lucy chen #chenford fic #anon answered

[station-aspenville]

Chapter 4.

- Good evening, Aspenville! Today is November 9th 1960, I am your host - Alistair Mayers, and welcome to today’s audition!

Another week had passed - I assumed this schedule to become a norm from now on - and Alistair seemed to have taken a more professional approach to his program since he began his work with Virgil Montgomery. I wasn’t sure whether I prefer it over the less organized and more spontaneous feel of the past auditions, but knew that there’s nothing I can do but accept it. I could just assume his reasoning behind this sudden change.

- The weather today appears slightly more foggy than the last time we spoke, yet the sky is still a lot clearer than would be expected from our lovely town - the host went on - The wind also seems to be more present lately, which I personally do not mind; cold weather always helps me think. Speaking of which, I’ve been thinking a lot the past few days. I’m doing my best to stay focused on my work no matter what. Now that I have a great scientist helping me out I cannot allow myself any distractions. I can’t risk slowing us down, after all we’re talking about the survival of the human race. Dr. Montgomery says that we’re the only ones who can save the world, only ones not ignorant enough to to forget how many human lives are at stake, not blind enough not to see the massacre happening around us and not cowardly enough to do nothing about it. He says that the two of us are superior to all of those who decided to give up already. I know that he says it purely to motivate me, in case I did decide that what we’re doing is pointless, yet I have to admit, his view on the role we’re playing in all of this is rather terrifying to me. I never viewed my actions as a matter of being exceptional as opposed to simply trying to help people out and make the best out of our current situation. I never viewed myself as a god or anything alike, and I never wanted to do so. The idea of taking control over other people’s fate deeply disturbs me. I just don’t want any more innocent people to die.

This short monologue of Alistair’s was enough to reassure me in one of my earlier judgments - I do not like Virgil Montgomery one bit. As much as I respected his dedication to his work, the motivation behind it seemed entirely wrong to me. I trusted Alistair, because I saw how pure his intentions are. Every radio audition, all the effort he had put into this project, his seemingly undying hope and the ever-present optimism. It might not have been a long time since the calamity started and Alistair’s will power is yet to be put to a test, however most of us never even considered fighting, he was right about that. Alistair did fight. Not out of the selfish desire to survive of simple fear, but out of love for the people. And then… then there was Virgil. I could empathize with his desire for his work to be understood and recognized. It was likely wrong of me to judge his actions and mindset without knowing the background behind them, and yet I found it incredibly difficult to trust a person who puts himself before all else. Could Alistair be in the wrong for trusting him?

- I may not fully agree with Dr. Montgomery’s worldview, but nonetheless I do have the utmost respect for him and his work. I find it admirable that even at times when most scientists have already given up, quietly avoiding any mentions of the problem and hoping for it to simply fix itself, he decided to stick to what he believed was right and get to the bottom of it at all costs. It might be foolish of me to think so, but I sincerely believe that there must be more to his motif than simply wanting to play god. I don’t know whether he loves this town and its people the same way that I do, I can’t assume how pure his intentions really are, however what I do know for sure is that he is already doing more good for our current situation than most would ever bother to. Even if his reasons may not be the most noble, his actions are, and that is why I’m not going to give up on working with him any time soon. We have a common goal and our differing worldviews shouldn’t be getting in our way to achieving it.

After all the terrible things he saw and experienced lately, after all the trauma he’d been through, his soft and even temperament felt odd or even bizarre. I find it nearly intriguing how despite how horribly this world may seem he never fails to see the good in it; to see the good in its people. Where most would see a stranger Alistair sees a potential ally, what may seem like danger to others to him looks like an opportunity. His pure and innocent naivety likely comes from a place of fear and yet paradoxically it might end up putting him in more danger than if he simply kept to himself. 

- Oh listeners, what am I even doing? - Alistair interrupted my ruminations with a noticeable shift in the tone of his voice - This broadcast had been going on for so long and I haven’t even touched on what I was actually about to share with you. Silly me, just rambling and rambling without mentioning anything of any actual meaning - I wouldn’t consider his previous words meaningless - As for our research, Dr. Montgomery is currently working on some major discovery in regards to Strangers’ DNA and potential origin. Unfortunately, I cannot share with you any more details of it since I haven’t been made aware of them quite yet. Dr. Montgomery says that he doesn’t want to confuse me and have me disturbing his work, and as much as I understand the reasoning behind this decision, shouldn’t it be considered a contradiction to the transparency rule we agreed on? Well, it doesn’t matter either way. After all, I’m here to spread his research to the wider public, not to question his methods. From what I am allowed to share with you, we were to observe some recent weather anomalies, if you can even call them that. The two of us decided to have a closer look into it, because of the late absence of fog around Aspenville, as well as a means to collect some data for the potential verification of the sunflowers theory (which I’m still not in favour of). He asked me to plant the seeds of two different kinds of flowers which both aren’t currently in season. I chose narcissus and white lily as our test subject, since they were the only ones I could find around the station. After several days of observation nothing had happened to the white lily, just as expected. The narcissus however, much to my surprise, actually began to grow!

We still don’t understand the reason for this development and we’re still trying to figure out its potential connection to Strangers and the sunflower theory. In the meantime, I will be checking on both flowers and reporting every change I notice to Dr. Montgomery. After all, we still need a significant amount of time for the flowers to bloom. No matter how much we desire to see the development, we have no means of shortening the waiting time. Even if the suspense and uncertainty feels draining, we have no choice, but to stay patient and hope for the best outcome. And with that thought, I think we should call it a day. A lot has been going on lately and I understand the overwhelming nature of the late events, however please keep in mind that losing hope is the worst we can do right now. Until next, listeners!

And all of a sudden the day turned into night.

#writing #original story #creative writing #original work #writeblr #writblr #writers of tumblr #tumblr writers #writersociety #bookblr

[tsenvs3000w24]

Final Post

Hey everyone, can't believe we're already at the end of the road, it feels like I just posted my first post yesterday!

This post is supposed to be all about us, and everything we've learned over the course. It's about how we ourselves would conduct ourselves as nature interpreters.

As a nature interpreter, my personal ethic would be deeply rooted in respect for the environment, and at my core, I wish to promote that I have an unwavering dedication to accuracy and honesty in interpretation, in connection to science.

The role of a nature interpreter means that we have a responsibility to be accurate to the most recent information, while also maintaining the integrity of the natural environmental narrative, which is extremely important when describing and presenting natural history (Beck et al., 2018). There are a lot of responsibilities involved in making sure the interpretation is both accurate and engaging. Therefore, as a nature interpreter, my primary responsibility is to convey accurate information about the natural world in an engaging and accessible manner, helping others develop a deeper understanding and appreciation for biodiversity and ecological processes.

When trying to keep interpretation accurate, in my thoughts, that requires an understanding of, and a connection to science. However, science and interpretation have a tumultuous relationship (Wals et al., 2014). What this means, is that as both a scientist and a nature interpreter, my responsibilities are going to build up between the two, in order to provide the best experience to those I’m teaching. In my eyes, I think my role should be to not only providing information but also to encourage individuals to take meaningful action for conservation. This might involve promoting sustainable behaviors, supporting conservation initiatives, or advocating for environmental policies that protect natural resources. It can also mean encouraging individuals to participate in citizen science projects, support local conservation initiatives, in order to promote support for the environment.

Me personally as an individual, I think the best approach for myself would be a combination of science and nature interpretation. I think an approach that involves collection, sampling, and dissection, all while explaining the importance of what we’re collecting. I also think that something like learning about tracking animals is the perfect way to combine ecological science and nature interpretation.

Tracks from the class trip we took. Left is a photo of squirrel tracks, right is a possible coyote track!

Observing animal tracks is a long studied tradition, that has remained a consistent practice for a very long time. It requires a deep familiarity with the land around you, and a understanding of the species that live alongside you. I recently had the chance to learn about it a little bit in one of my classes, and one of the biggest lessons I learned was that I needed to get way more familiar with my surroundings, because you can find so many things if you just look hard enough.

In conclusion, my approach to nature interpretation would be to integrate it with science, because that’s what I know best.

References:

Beck, L., Cable, T. T., & Knudson, D. M. (2018). Interpreting cultural and natural heritage :for a better world. Sagamore Venture.

Wals, A. E. J., Brody, M., Dillon, J., & Stevenson, R. B. (2014). Science education. Convergence between science and environmental education. Science (American Association for the Advancement of Science), 344(6184), 583–584. https://doi.org/10.1126/science.1250515

#envs3000

[toinfinitywinning]

It’s the dangdest thing. Good Doctor visits for acute Illness gone wrong feel 100% better if you leave not feeling worse. Yesterday and today have been 2 days I’d like to forget. Second time I’ve opened my phone today other than to talk with one of 4 Georgetown pharmacies bartering prices while my IVIG clearance is literally just a button click away. Or a✔ yes or no situation. Those decisions have zero emotional attachment to the result. Like Dr. appts Insurance is nice when they’re nice!

I have this renowned Doctor taking special interest in Long-Haul with so much promise…but on a piece of paper. I do not mean that in disrespect—it’s the closest I can explain to how unsettling this whole Virus is for everyone. We see and read things, and yet Covid is still basically a lil’ bit older than a toddler and nothing is that certain and not one of millions of us with longhaul are exactly following the same treatment Plan. Now, this goes for a lot of situations looking for healing in any Way, a cure, but it’s so obvious how far away we might be to understanding this. And that is NOT the doctor’s fault or the scientists working to find something out. There is a difference I’ve found with all my docs that they’ve taken the initiative to keep up with not only their Specialty but as it relates to Covid. I don’t often let myself think about why I’m not getting results and moving backwards in several…areas, but that’s just b/c I feel like it comes off as whiney and needy. But I’d like some. And yet I tell myself that it could be worse or could be dying under concrete or completely bedridden.

Then I realize the two aren’t necessarily comparable and it’s okay to both hold Deep sadness in one shaky hand and sadness in the other for completely a different reason. They can mix. If we don’t allow ourselves to Release from compartmentalization for a bit we might find at least one thing pain and exhaustion and yes suffering we didn’t know existed in mine or anyone’s body!

I have major Anxiety about appointments. B/c the price I Pay having to concentrate and be present and polite and play act you’re in an Easter story just is unfair. Now reading that sounds simple. No gray. Or, Wow, having to concentrate obviously & be present, wake yourself. B/c nothings’s going to be new as in better Right now but you trust the doctors you’re seeing and their integrity and passion to heal and stay current. And as much as I’d like to only celebrate Jesus’ return in several weeks, it feels selfish to say, “well what about us?” It shouldn’t be like this. Either or. It is what it is…no it is never that. At some point I believe there will be a choice. Who knows when or where or why. Just something we’ll feel Led to address and answer.

Curtain.

Lemme get this in…

PS: C’mon young Cats. We looove this Team and want them to succeed so badly b/c we’ve seen it manifest!! We cannot make another defamation record of 4 consecutive home losses. But if any yung Cat happens to see this— no it’s not fair you have the weight of 9 years of mostly irrelevant KY Basketball (given our outrageous expectations but I’ll give in a little) with no Final Four’s or Championship’s, but this Team is special.

[plainviewwelcomesyou]

But you can't just let it wander around, it might hurt someone! Look at what they did to me!

RALPH DEVLIN: I get that, but, Trudy - Chesster is dangerous. DANGEROUS. From what you’ve told me, it damn near split me in half! What if it does that to the whole town?! It won’t stop until it ‘wins’, by any means necessary. And I know firsthand it is not beyond fracturing people’s spines just to get to that goal.

CEREBELLE RAGSDILL: That’s true! It almost did. I saw it. It, uh. Totally didn’t…mess me up or anything.

RALPH DEVLIN: You believing it’s better to just leave them alone - not a bad thought on its own. But, Ms. Tulse - lives are at stake here. It’s not as simple of a matter as you may believe it to be.

Your pep talk gives the ‘royal scientist’ a sudden epiphany.

TRUDY TULSE: You’re - you’re right. What am I doing? What am I doing…? This-?! THIS IS MY KID WE’RE TALKING ABOUT HERE FOR ROM’S SAKE!!! WHAT KIND OF A PARENT AM I?!

You and Cerebelle stare back at her, a bit taken aback by her intensely sudden shift in attitude.

CEREBELLE RAGSDILL: That’s… that’s your kid? Your baby?

TRUDY TULSE: OF COURSE THEY’RE MY KID!!! I MADE THEM, I’M THEIR PARENTAL UNIT, THEY - THEY MAY NOT BE FLESH AND BLOOD BUT THAT DOESN’T MEAN JACK TO ME!!! THEY MAY HAVE BEEN AROUND FOR TWO DECADES, SURE, BUT THEY ONLY NOW GOT USED TO THE WHOLE “BEING ALIVE” EQUATION TODAY!!! THEY HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THE WORLD’S LIKE!!! THEY HAVE NO ONE THERE TO GUIDE THEM!! WITH HOW LITTLE THEY KNOW SOMEONE’LL SCRAP THEM IN AN INSTANT IF THEY CATCH SIGHT OF THEM!!! I- I CAN’T JUST LET THAT HAPPEN TO MY CHILD!!! I COULDN’T LIVE WITH MYSELF THEN!!! AND W-WHAT IF SOMEONE ALREADY DID?! WHAT IF THERE’S NO GOING BACK?!! THERE’D BE NO WAY TO TELL!!! I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHERE THEY ARE!!!

(What do you do next?)

#plainview

[sheltershock]

So I wanted to think up what parts of Sasha and Milla would appear if they had the archetype ability! Which was in the back of my head for about a week now. I limited myself to four, since that’s how many Cassies there are, and each one is fairly extreme to push a certain part of their character. I also considered how often each archetype would be immediately recognized(y’know “the person you are with X”?) and how the Milla’s archetypes would react to Sasha and vice versa. Because they are very special to each other, and would have special responses. 

I’ve also included one archetype to be the “most likely to be evil.” Since I think a good use of this power is to demonstrate that anyone could become a villain given the circumstances. So like how the Librarian Cassie became the Die-Brarian, Sasha and Milla have their own specific archetypes where, pushed too far, would eventually make them villains. 

Also I didn’t draw the archetypes because I’m a slow drawer and then this post would never be made, so I made sure to include some descriptions. Also keep in mind that I believe archetypes are based on the person’s artstyle! So Raz’s would look totally different to Sasha’s since it would look like he drew it. So try to visualize their aesthetics, okay? 

Okay!

Scientist(Sasha): The side that most people at Headquarters are familiar with. Scientific curiosity embodied, all the way from childlike to morbid. Will find the answer to a question or request made to him, the ethics of the question or the process are ignored. Has no sense of morality. Would turn evil given the chance and go full evil mad scientist. He looks like normal lab wear Sasha, but angles are a bit more sharp and has a medical mask over his face. Is terrified of Milla, regardless where on the morality scale he currently is. 

Agent/Mentor(Sasha): The side that Raz is most familiar with. Dressed in his standard PN1 outfit. Extremely organized and knows exactly where everything is. Can explain complex psychological and psychic concepts to children. Is just a super cool and capable agent. However he falls into the same pitfalls the Scientist Archetype does, hyperfocuses on finishing the mission, and disregards ethics or morals. Except this archetype uses the “means justifies the end” for saving others, instead of satisfying curiosity. Relaxes a bit when his partner, Milla Vodello is around. Sometimes pauses to admire Milla’s work. 

Craftsman(Sasha): The side Milla is the most giddy to see. Everything creative, crafty or hands-on is attributed to this archetype. Wears the most colors out of all the archetypes, along with overalls/craftsperson attire. Seems the most aware that he’s made of “paper.” Is the most expressive, and most likely to reveal anything about his feelings, by which I mean you will be directed to an emotional creation which the initial emotion can be assumed. The most outwardly expressive he is is when Milla is nearby. And that expression is excited, very very excited, and loving/romantic. 

Inner Child(Sasha): (I’m stealing this idea from an inner child Raz archetype idea.) The side Sasha himself is the most familiar with. Rarely shows up at all. Very anxious and skittish, to the point that staring too long might make him disappear. Is silent most of the time, but when he does speak only says one or two word sentences. Looks like the child version of Sasha from his second memory vault, but…sketchier and scratchier. Can blend in with Figments as long as they’re black or green in color. Sole holder of the Moral Compass, and hoards it like it’s an extra organ. Would help/assist you if you were in danger, but only in specific circumstances. He has strict rules and regulations with the Compass, but does not communicate what those rules and regulations are. Is willing to stick around slightly longer when Milla is there, but keeps his distance. He likes when she brings snacks. 

Mother(Milla): The side every child is not aware they’re familiar with. Kind and comforting to every soul, even to adults. She’s always there to make a meal, tend a wound, or lend an ear to someone in need. Dressed in the orphanage uniform. Unfortunately, the edges of her paper cutout are charred… Recognizes every child she’s ever interacted with as her “queridinho!” and gives them a warm embrace. Recognizes Sasha, but finds it hard to speak as fluently as she normally does around him. She was shocked when he instantly recognized her though. 

Agent(Milla): The side readers of True Psychic Tales are most familiar with. Her outfit is hard to see, since she’s always twisting, blending and floating like a sheet of paper, but she’s wearing her outfit during the Casino Mission in PN2! Extremely capable and can’t manage to keep herself on the ground for longer than five seconds. She’s every girl spy character ever. Has the ability to boost herself in the air, when she does, her entire body flashes colorfully as she takes off/glides. And for a few seconds her spy outfit switches to her classic PN1 outfit to match the colors! When her boost runs out though she’s back to her normal spy wear. Gets a boost of confidence around Sasha. 

Party Girl(Milla): The side her friends are most familiar with. Rambunctious, risky and risqué, she’s ready to take on the night! Dressed like her noble disguise during Milla’s Adventures! with high heels, a low cut dress, and a messy, but elegant bun. She’s very sparkly. Everytime she appears, oddly enough a strong soundtrack follows? Cassie didn’t teach Agent Vodello that, what- Tracks and follows every relationship tree in her proximity, she’s the one you go to for gossip. Actively flirts with every guy and girl around her. This side is the most likely to turn evil, into a powerful and dangerous femme fatale. Truly worthy of the title of “Mental Minx.” Has a difficult time recognizing Sasha, and if she does she’d immediately pull him aside and ask why he’s at one of her parties. She’s used to giving him an invitation, but knows he wouldn’t show up without a good reason. 

The Aftermath(Milla): The side Sasha is most familiar with. The part she tries to hide away from everyone. The heartbreak that comes after losing a child. The low point after you come down off of adrenaline. The nausea that comes the morning after a full night of drinking. When there’s no more energy left in the day for motherhood, or missions, or partying, this is that side. The side that makes you want to curl up in bed and watch TV from under the covers with takeout. The suppressed undesirable feelings that come with the day. The Depression. But slowing down can be comfortable. Wears a nice pink bathrobe, worn down slippers and long, unstyled hair. Carries a pillow. Could offhandedly make you question your place in the universe. Smiles when she sees Sasha, is extremely loving and chill. 

#psychonauts #psychonauts 2 #milla vodello #sasha nein #headcanons #archetype headcanons #so I said “evil milla” would be the “mental minx” so how about “evil Sasha being the “mad slice-intist?” #im sorry that was too corny #but if for some reason you want to draw this you can #I think seeing aftermath and craftsman hanging out would be cute #also little thing I didn’t put in there: I think scientist and inner child would hate each other #for no particular reason #I think the millas would for the most part though #anyway good night everyone

[the-truest-sentence-i-know]

Fandom: Agent Carter

Pairing: Peggy Carter & Michael Carter

Rating: G

Summary: Before his death, Michael wrote Peggy a letter. After his death, Peggy writes in response.

Word Count: 1.2k

ao3

written for @peggycarterbingo

prompt: Writing Format: Letters/Journals

October 13th, 1940 – Lampeter, Ceredigion, Wales

Dear Margaret,

You do not know me, but I believe the attached letter is for you. It was sent to me amongst my late husband, Reggie’s, things. He was Lieutenant Reginald Reese, a friend of your brother, Michael.

I hope this letter brings you some comfort.

                Cordially,

                                Alys Reese

May 27th, 1940

Dear Peggy,

I don’t like the way we left things, so I’m writing to clarify what I meant.

You can obviously do whatever you want. Lord knows wild horses couldn’t stop you.

This is why I have always expected you to defy any and all who want you to conform to what they want. But I suppose that includes me as well.

But you have an opportunity to do something– I will not say ‘more,’ as marriage and motherhood are as honourable a pursuit as any other; I will simply say ‘different.’ If anything good is to come out of this war, it is that it gives you a chance to do something different. Something you would not have been able to do otherwise.

You are one of the strongest, most determined, and most clever people I know. Whatever you set your mind to, you will work at doggedly until you inevitably succeed. I just ask you to choose that goal carefully. Make sure it is truly what you want.

Whatever you choose, I’m sure I will be proud.

                Your loving brother,

                                                Michael

P.S. I am sorry about what I said about Fred. If you truly love him, then he is perfect for you. I suppose as an older brother no man will ever be good enough for you in my mind. But if he is who you want, then I won’t say anything more about it.

October 14th, 1940 – Woodstock, Oxfordshire, England

Dear Michael,

It feels a bit foolish to write a letter that I cannot send anywhere. But it also did not feel right to leave your letter unanswered.

I broke it off with Fred and joined the S.O.E. Not because of your letter, but because you went off and got yourself killed, and made me tear up my whole life at the roots. Probably for the better, but it’s still your fault. Mother is not pleased either, but I suppose that was inevitable.

Training is difficult but in a satisfying sort of way. The moves you taught me have come in handy. I’ve been sore in muscles I didn’t even know existed, but the other girls here are lovely. In regards to the men, it very much depends.

I suppose I should thank you for recommending me, but since I’m the one doing all the work to become a spy (a spy, that still sounds so absurd and fanciful), you’ll forgive me if I don’t.

They say the survival rate is 50% in the field, but for some reason that doesn’t worry me all that much. It almost feels right, to be finally putting myself on the line after you, after so many of our boys, have been doing so for so long already. I will not discount the work we did as codebreakers, because that was just as important, but you know me, I like to get my hands dirty.

And with any luck, I will soon. I suppose I don’t have to censor any details since I’ll never send this. There’s a German scientist held captive by the Nazis, a Dr Abraham Erskine. Our commanding officers are currently coming up with a plan to extract him. They haven’t yet told us who will be going, but I’m hopeful. At any rate, I’ll have an opportunity soon enough.

I almost don’t want to end this letter. This last communication with you. Which is a bit daft, I suppose.

I just wanted to tell you that I’m now doing something that I feel I was meant to do. It feels right. I hope I’ll make you proud.

                Love,

                                Peggy

April 10th, 1945 – Woodstock, Oxfordshire, England

Dear Michael,

I had intended that to be my last letter to you, but something has happened and I found that the only person I wanted to talk about it with was you.

Everyone keeps asking me to talk about it, that it will make me feel better. They just want me to cry and be the grieving girl who lost her man on the front. And I don’t want to be that.

Steve and I weren’t sweethearts. We both were more and less than that. I wasn’t waiting at home for his letters, I fought at his side. He centred me.

We never told each other ‘I love you,’ and that seems like a foolish thing to focus on, but it seems important. Because I know that if we did exchange letters, he would write it in every one. He would write the most earnest letters and I would read and reread them constantly like a lovesick schoolgirl.

The war is almost won now and neither he nor you will see it. And without you, I never would have met him. Without your death, I never would have met him. And I hate you for that a bit because I didn’t need this. I didn’t need to fall in love during a bloody war. I was content and fulfilled with my work. I didn’t need someone coming into my life, leaving a torn gaping hole when he died – an American no less.

So I work. They’ve finally let me in the field again, thank God. I work and I plan and I shoot up Nazis, and so long as I keep moving, I don’t have to think about all of this.

I know Howard worries (Oh, yes, I didn’t mention that I have become something like best friends with Howard Stark now. Yes, he is insufferable, but he means well). He thinks I’m not taking care of myself, which is rich coming from him.

I can worry about myself when the war is done. Maybe I’ll write to you again when it is.

                Love,

                                Peggy

May 9th, 1945 – London, England

Dear Michael,

The war has been won. At least all of this wasn’t for nothing.

                Love,

                                Peggy

March 17th, 1946 – New York City

Dear Michael,

I suppose I owe you one last letter to tell you that I am doing okay.

I live in New York now. Steve was not the reason I came here, but I think he is part of the reason I’ve stayed. I can see why he loved this city. It’s beginning to feel like home.

I work for the Strategic Scientific Reserve, and I enjoy it. I have coworkers who I have made respect me, and I have friends I care about.

Mother still worries about me. I haven’t told her exactly what I do, but I think she suspects. She spotted the scar on my shoulder last summer. She didn’t ask about it. I think she would rather not know the details.

I miss you. I wish I could show you the city and have you meet my friends. I think you’d like them.

This is the last time I will write to you, so, goodbye Michael.

                Your loving sister,

                                                Peggy

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Smoke Break

Nick could've kissed the hazmat guys when they finally allowed him to take a smoke break. The last few days had been constant stress. They even gave him a lighter, which he was grateful for since he didn't want to face Rachel just now. The plus side to the madness was that it kept him from dwelling too long on the sting of her rejection.

He lit his cigarette and took in a long, grateful breath. He knew how bad this was for him but damn if it didn't feel good right now. Nick took his time with the cigarette, letting his mind work through everything that happened since the raid. He heard footsteps and turned to see who it was.

“Colonel,” he acknowledged.

“Sergeant,” Eric returned. “How are you holding up?” It sounded like a genuine question so Nick gave an honest answer.

“Shitty. I was prepared to fight and die for my country but all that? That was a whole 'nother level.”

“Caelus found them,” Eric reflected. “An alien ark right under the Iraqi desert. I can still hardly believe it. We have to make sure they stay buried.”

“Huh.” Nick took another puff of his cigarette. “That's not something I hear a scientist say often.”

“Are you kidding?” Eric's lip curled up in a faint smile. “I've read Frankenstein and Jurassic Park; I know all about the consequences of science messing around in things humanity wasn't meant to tap into. Of course there's a part of me that wants to study these creatures and their technology, but it isn't worth the risk of that parasite spreading.”

Nick stared at the man, unsure what to say. When they met, he was antagonistic because he was with Rachel and Eric was a roadblock. Nick never bothered to get to know the guy beyond that. After another moment of silence Nick held out the cigarette. Eric shook his head.

“No, thanks, I don't smoke.”

“Come on, man. Stop being a nerd for one second and join the cool kids.” Eric gave him a look but took the cigarette anyway. He put it to his lips and inhaled, coughing almost instantly. Nick couldn't help laughing.

“Nasty,” Eric gagged, handing it back. “How do you stand that?”

“You get used to it.” Nick took a puff to demonstrate. Eric just shook his head, making Nick smile a bit more. Yeah, once he stopped looking at Eric as a rival, Nick could see he really was a pretty okay guy. Not too bad on the eyes, either.

Shit. Maybe I've got a thing for blondes.

[Hi, guys! I’m going to be streaming House of Ashes in September so I’m gearing myself up for that. Trying to tap into other characters but there will still be plenty of Jalim to go around]

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