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zvaigzdelasas · 3 months

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China’s economy is currently on the operating table, hunched over by surgeons, chest cavity splayed open, hooked up to a cardiopulmonary machine, surrounded by nurses staring at monitors flashing vital signs. It all looks rather grim.

This surgery, however, is not an emergency bypass. That would be too easy. China has had many of those already – stimulus packages, grand infrastructure projects and many rounds of directed lending.

Every two decades or so, going all the way back to the founding of the PRC in 1949, the surgeons get ambitious. These guys are mad scientists attempting a comic book trope – to create the ultimate superhero.

They want to inject super serum, replace skeletal calcium with adamantium and dose the patient with gamma rays, giving China the powers of shazams out the wazoo.[...]

In the lamented “pre-reform” era, China’s mad scientists engineered spectacular growth by increasing investment from a prewar 6% of GDP to 20% in the first Five-Year Plan, covering 1952-1957. This led industrial output to register a compound annual growth rate.

The Great Leap Forward accelerated this growth to 66% in 1958 and 39% in 1959 before crashing and burning in 1961 when mismanagement of communal farms and “backyard blast furnaces” caught up with the mad scientists.

Course correction starting in 1962 recovered all lost ground by 1965. According to economist Cheng Chu-Yuan, China’s GDP growth averaged 11% between 1952 and 1966, the eve of the Cultural Revolution. (T. C. Liu of Cornell and K. C. Yeh of the Rand Corporation have a lower estimate: 8%.)

More importantly, China built a full kit of infrastructure, machinery and equipment capable of driving future industrialization.[...]

Many analysts have a tabula rasa understanding of China’s reform era, as if there had been no economy before Deng Xiaoping. In reality, China’s industrialization started right after the formation of the PRC with some of the fastest growth recorded in the 1950’s and 1960’s. Even during the “low growth” Cultural Revolution, resources directed towards public health (for example, barefoot doctors) and primary education doubled life expectancy and quadrupled adult literacy by 1980 from pre-PRC levels.

The mad scientists are now at it again. They have about twenty years of new data not just on China but from the rest of the world. When Zhu Rongji was head surgeon, history had ended and markets reigned supreme. This time around, the surgeons are correcting for market irrationality and negative externalities. The next twenty years is again being determined on the operating table.

Three years ago, the surgeons pried open China’s chest cavity with the three red lines credit limits, instantly seizing the speculation driven property sector. Since then, they ripped out unnecessary organs like education companies, clamped the Ant Financial artery and eviscerated the video game industry. All of this has caused spasms in vital signs from lackluster growth to rising youth unemployment. Wondering whether China will or will not stimulate the economy next quarter or next year is missing the forest from the trees. For the next few years, China’s economy will still be under the knife and whatever adjustments will merely be anesthesiologists and technicians nominally dialing the drugs up and down and adjusting the heart-lung machine to maintain vital signs.

What are these mad scientists trying to achieve? We believe President Xi Jinping’s 2020 target of doubling China’s GDP by 2035 stands. That is an average growth rate of 4.7% for 15 years. But beyond just a numerical target, it is important to figure out what superpowers China is trying to acquire. And just as importantly, what Kryptonite factors China is attempting to inoculate itself against.

China wants America’s Silicon Valley, but regulated; Japan’s car companies, but electrified; Germany’s Mittelstand, but scalable; and Korea’s chaebol conglomerates, but without political capture. It wants to lead the world in science and technology, but without cram schools. A thriving economy, but with common prosperity. Industry, without air pollution. Digital lifestyle, without gaming addiction. Material plenty, without hedonism. Modernity, without its ills. This is, of course, a wish-list and unrealistically ambitious. But these mad scientists sure as hell are going to try. They’ve developed a taste for it.

In college, early into the semester, we went through a ritual called course exchange. Students gathered in an auditorium to swap classes after sampling lectures for three weeks – satisfaction was not guaranteed. The strategy passed down to underclassmen applied to both course exchange and significant others: “Add before you drop.”

China is undergoing – but perhaps botching – the same process with a more party-esque slogan, “Establish the new before abolishing the old.”

The surgeons have been on a tear gutting the old. The big kahuna is, of course, the property sector. But right behind are platform monopolies, private education, financial services and video games. The new has been playing catch-up, with 5G equipment, electric vehicles, photovoltaics and wind turbines being leading examples.

From all appearances, the Industrial Party is in ascendance and China will double down on climbing the manufacturing value chain. The Industrial Party is a political identity that believes industry, science and technology should determine China’s future. Adherents believe that China’s strength lie in the technical skills of her population and thus favor hard-science, high-tech industries as opposed to services and business model innovations.

Therefore, Chinese politicians, whatever their predisposition, must find a way to create space for this next generation of scientists and technicians to develop themselves. They cannot be confined to a production line at a Foxconn plant. Maintaining social stability means finding a use for future scientists and technicians, which means pursuing industrialization. Is there any other way? The key variable for determining the course of China’s future development is thus the massive number of talented technical and scientific workers.

If mistakes were made, it would have been in sequencing and in faith – dropping before adding is a poor strategy in both love and course exchange. China’s mad scientists may have been too confident that electric vehicles and renewable energy would be followed quickly by semiconductors, pharmaceuticals and commercial aircraft.

Perhaps they have reason to be confident. Planning for this surgery has been in the works since 2015 with the Made in China 2025 project. China has been steadily eroding imports of high value added intermediary goods like batteries, precision parts and electrical components, flipping trade with South Korea from deficit to surplus.[...]

China never properly transitioned from its Soviet era Material Product System (MPS) of national accounts to the United Nation’s System of National Accounts (UNSNA) standard, leaving out much of services from reported GDP.

We calculate that China accounts for 22-24% of global GDP and 20-23% of global consumption. We also calculate that household consumption is 50-55% of China’s GDP, in line with global averages. China should easily be able to grow at 4.7% through 2035 with only a modest increase in consumption’s GDP share (5 percentage points over 10 years) without upsetting global economic balances.

In the reform period prior to Xi, everything was sacrificed at the altar of economic growth. In the new era, growth has been walked down from 9.6% in 2011 to an average of 4.7% in the Covid years (2020-2023) as an increasing litany of issues were given precedence. Debt however, soared over this time from 175% of GDP to over 300%. What exactly did all that debt buy?

When Xi assumed leadership of China, he declared that inequality could not be allowed to increase further. Inequality is perhaps the major Kryptonite factor of the American economy which China wasted no time in matching as the economy roared with market reforms.

While still problematic, inequality, as measured by the Gini coefficient, has steadily fallen since 2010 largely as a result of massive investment in urbanization, pushing people into cities and pushing cities up the tiering ladder.[...]

China also poured resources into stamping out last-mile poverty. While most poverty alleviation in China was through economic growth, recalcitrant extremely poverty could only be eradicated by concentrated marshaling of resources, from relocating entire villages to weekly visits by social workers.[...]

Since peaking in 2012, air pollution in Beijing has been cut by over 60%, with Shanghai falling over 50%. China, which used to dominate the list of most polluted cities, now only claims one spot in the top 20. None of this came cheap, from installing scrubbers in smoke stacks to increasing renewables to moving heavy industry to strict emissions regulations for cars.[...]

Before Hu Jintao handed the reins to Xi, Hu warned delegates to the 18th Party Congress in 2012 that “[corruption] could prove fatal to the party… and [cause] the fall of the state.” The popular opinion in the West is that Xi ended China’s highly successful reform era because of an ideological bent. This is off the mark. Xi was brought in to clean house as the wheels were coming off from excesses of the reform era.

Throughout Xi’s decade in office, there has been no letup in his anti-corruption campaign. In 2022, a record 638,000 officials were punished for corruption. While there haven’t been any large scale ideological appeals to the public, it’s a different story within the 98-million-member party.

During this time, free market capitalism and liberal democracies also faced their own existential tests. Success or failure going forward will depend on whether liberal institutions remain intact in the West and whether party discipline can be maintained in China. What the PRC has had since 1949 is a governing party with the political autonomy to play mad scientist. [...]

Of course we live in the real world, not a comic-book world. The question in the real world has always been whether the economy can be engineered by mad scientists from the top down or is it best left to the invisible hand of the market? [...]

The standard economic opinion – against all evidence – is that China was economically stagnant before Deng’s market reforms. The thinking on this for the American economys is undergoing a transformation in egghead land – just how has neoliberal economics benefitted the American people over the past few decades?

In a Q&A exchange at a conference in Malaysia, Eric Li, the barbed-tongued venture capitalist, was asked, “Do you think top-down directives are sustainable in the long run?” To which he replied, “It’s the only thing that’s sustainable.… That’s why America is failing today.” After World War II, Li said, the Americans “lost the ability to do top-down design.”

Dec 2023

#quite the colorful rhetorical device but lots of good data here

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spider-stark · 1 year

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Anti-Hero // Hero x Villain Trope // pt. 1 //

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Summary - Reader and Peter are both living double lives. Spider-Man is considered a national hero, while the reader is viewed as a criminal. In their personal lives, they're both head over heels for one another, their friendship finally blossoming into something more. But as vigilantes? It's complicated.

a/n - A very sweet anon requested a hero x villain trope with Peter or another Marvel character, and after being bored at work for several hours, I ended up playing around with the idea. I decided to split it into two parts because I'm still toying around with the next half, so let me know what you think. :) And thank you anon for the request!

If there was anything in this world that Jonah J. Jameson loved, it was finding new ways to prove to the public that Spider-Man was a menace to society. More than that, he loved having photographic evidence of Spider-Man’s failings, which is exactly what New York’s latest crime-doer had been giving him.

Some random New Yorker had started an Instagram live just a few days back right after spotting Spider-Man leap onto the rooftop of the citizens apartment complex, and right on his heels was the most recent villain—one who had become the suspect of countless armed robberies as of late.

This footage was the first live-action clear shot that anyone had managed to get of the mysterious individual that now plagued the streets of Queens, and everyone wanted their hands on an exclusive with the boy that saw them first-hand.

“Now, tell me, what did they look like up close?” Jameson questioned the boy, leaning so far forward on his chair that it looked like he could slip out and hit the floor at any second.

The boy was glancing around the studio in pure amazement, clearly relishing his time in the spotlight. “Uh, well, they were dressed in all black. Like, black shoes, blank pants, even this weird black mask that covered their entire head! Literally just like all the victims have described so far—they’re like a shadow!”

He was beyond excited, talking about the person that had thieved and pretty much brutalized over a dozen people in the last month. He spoke like he had just spotted a celebrity, rather than a criminal. The severity of the situation went right over his head, and Jameson gritted his teeth at the fanboy before pressing on.

“And what were they doing on the roof of your home?”

“Chasing each other!” He might as well have squealed from joy, his eyes looking directly into the camera as he spoke rather than Jameson.

Jameson edged closer, his ass just barely touching the seat at this point, “So Spider-Man was going after the assailant?”

“Oh, God no!” The boy laughed as he said it, leaning back in his own seat to try and create some distance from Jameson, who was violating his personal space more with each second. “They were chasing him! By the end of it, Spider-Man could barely catch his breath. I think that’s why they were able to escape!”

Jameson’s brows snapped together, processing the information and prepping his next question. “So they were able to outmaneuver him? Outpower him, even! Tell me, as someone who got to see this as it unfolded, do you think it’s possible that this new man also has powers?”

“I’m not sure.” The boy answered truthfully, seemingly thinking back on the occurrence. “They were definitely fast, and super strong, so maybe! And those knives—” The look on his face was practically orgasmic, as if the sheer thought of the villains power had him bursting at the seams. “They might as well be a part of her! She never missed—not once! Superpowers or not, she knows what she’s doing.”

Jameson’s jaw fell open, practically touching the dirty rug that laid across his studio floor. “I’m sorry, did you say she?”

The boy nodded rapidly. “Yeah! It’s kind of hard to see in the video, but I told the police in my report that it was definitely a girl! I was hoping it would show up better on camera, but you can tell by their build it’s a woman. And God, her ass–”

“You heard it here first, folks!” Jameson quickly cut the boy off, throwing a sharp glare in his direction that had him immediately shutting his mouth, cheeks turning red. “Spider-Man not only let the assailant involved in countless crimes get away, but he also lost to a girl that might not even have superpowers!”

Behind the scenes Jameson could see his publicist making an X motion with her hands, trying to get him to shut his mouth before he made any further sexist comments. He ignored them, mostly.

“In my opinion, Spider-Man is no better than the rest of those animals. New York has placed him on a pedestal, bestowed upon him the title of ‘hero’, and yet he can’t even catch a girl with a pocket knife?” Jameson scoffed at the camera, shaking his head. “He’s nothing more than a fraud, a feckless, treacherous, unhinged menace!”

After seeing the interview, Peter had wanted nothing more than to throw away his entire television set and never check news headlines ever again. He had been trying so hard—unnecessarily hard—to catch you, and yet despite his best efforts, you always slipped right out of his grasp.

“Seem a little off your game, Spidey!” Your chipper voice rang through the empty alleyway they had found themselves in. Your tone was so steady, so even, as if you hadn’t even broken a sweat during their fight. Peter, on the other hand, was practically gasping at this point. “Still upset cause that idiot from the Bugle called you out on being weaker than a girl.”

He could practically feel you roll your eyes at the word, letting the taunt roll off your tongue despite being just as annoyed by Jameson’s comment. It felt like a cheap stab at both of you, and it annoyed you just as much as it did him.

“I’m getting really tired of you.” Peter huffed, desperately trying to make himself sound as composed as you did, trying not to show his exhaustion. How were you so damn fast? “Not only are you destroying the city, but now you’re dragging my name through the mud too?”

You shrugged your shoulders before slipping another knife out of the holster on your upper thigh, “Well, if you’re so tired of me, then why don’t you try to catch me for once?”

He narrowed his eyes, the white of his Stark Tech suit mimicking the expression. You were just a few feet away from him, and you had practically backed yourself into a corner by darting into this alley, nothing but a brick wall behind your back.

“That’s the plan.” He snidely remarked, taking a sharp inhale of breath before darting straight towards you, webs shooting from his wrists as he tried to pin you in place.

Miss, miss, miss.

The words chanted in his head, playing on a loop as you repeatedly dogged the webbing he shot at you, as if you always knew exactly where they were gonna land. This is impossible, he thought to himself, his irritation growing more and more.

Once he was close enough he took a swing at you, his webs rendered practically useless due to your keen senses helping you dodge them each and every time. With just centimeters between your face and his fist, you ducked, giggling to yourself as you heard his knuckles collide with the brick wall.

A series of obscenities fell from him lips, and you took this small window of opportunity to slip past his leg and get behind him, swiftly using one hand—the one that wasn’t holding a knife—to grab his arms and bring them behind his back.

“That looked like it hurt.” You came in close, so close that Peter could feel your breath brushing against his covered ear. He didn’t like the sensation, the way his body betrayed him by his knees going weak at the sound of your voice purring in his ear. “Did it?”

Peter didn’t respond, afraid that words would fail him if he tried, and instead just grunted as he went to rip his arms from your grasp to spin himself around so he was facing you.

Despite your quickness and impressive strength, he was still stronger than you. But as his left arm slipped from your grasp, you swiftly brought your other hand up and let the thick metal of the knife slice across his suit, tearing the fabric and digging into his flesh.

Peter hissed at the sensation, his hand immediately flying up to apply pressure to the wound. It was a deep cut, one that could potentially cause fatal blood loss in the average person, but Peter was not the average person, and you knew that much. He would heal, quicker than you wanted him to.

“Too slow.” You grinned at him beneath your mask, he could hear it in your tone. “Sorry to break it to you, but our fun is gonna have to end here for now, mkay? I’ve got big plans later, don’t wanna be late!”

“You’re not going anywhere.” Peter growled, his rage towards you finally building to a lethal point. He never lost control, not with any villain, but you always made it so hard to keep composed.

He took a step forward, but staggered a bit. It felt like his legs weighed thousands of pounds, like he was carrying a load of bricks. His gaze shifted back to you, squinting as his vision began going blurry. “What did you do?”

You lifted your shoulder in a half shrug, watching as he stumbled against the wall, using it to hold up his weight. “You know what botulinum is, right?” You paused, pointing your knife in his direction, waiting for an answer he couldn’t get out of his mouth as he fell towards the ground. “Guess not. Well, it’s essentially just botox. The lethal dose is around 2.1kg for the normal human, and you’re obviously not normal. So I decided to triple it!”

Peter’s eyes widened as the words rang through his ears, his muscles suddenly feeling stiffer, more difficult to move. His arms were locking up, unable to move from where they laid at his sides.

“Oh don’t give me that look.” You frowned at him, holstering the knife you had used on him now that he was struggling to move. “I haven’t killed anyone before, have I? Injured, maybe, but I’ve never killed. I’m certainly not gonna change that by killing New York’s savior, alright? It’s just gonna paralyze you for a bit, maybe knock you out for a while. That’s why I led you here!”You motioned to the dank alleyway.

“No one comes down here, so you should be safe until you recover. You’ll be back on your feet in like an hour—two, at most!” There was a pause as you scrunch your nose up a bit, a gesture just barely evident through your mask. “That is if I estimated the dosage right. Kind of hard to tell when I’m not sure what all that radioactive spider did to your body, ya know?”

You took a few steps back, beginning to move yourself back towards the street. Once you turned your back on him, you shot him one last smile over your shoulder. “Anyways, I’ve gotta hit the road. See ya next time, Spider-Boy.”

Peter tried to scream, tried to move, tried to do anything—but his body failed him entirely, forcing him to do nothing but lay against the cold, damp brick pressing into his back and watch you leave.

He was definitely gonna be late for his date with Y/N.

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guspartenza · 5 months

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THE SUPERWOMAN FROM KRYPTON, FANART+FANFIC INTRODUCTION

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What would you think about an alternate universe with a female-Clark as Superwoman in the golden age?

Is the only main change in the classic canon together with her love interest, is not Earth-11, let's say is Eart-19...meet Clara Kent/Superwoman!

It's 1948, in Metropolis!

Up in the sky! Look! It's a bird? It's a plane? No! It's Superwoman!

Faster than a speeding bullet! More powerful than a locomotive! Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound, this amazing stranger from the planet Krypton, The Woman of Steel: Superwoman!

Empowered with X-ray vision, possessing remarkable physical strength, Superwoman fights a never-ending battle for love, truth, and justice, disguised as a mild-mannered newspaper reporter, Clara Kent!

In a world plagued by the Cold War and mistrust, can Superwoman bring peace to the world while fighting for love, truth, justice, and the American way? Can she finally find a happy life with Louis Lane, the love of her life? Can she defeat Lex Luthor and the terrible ancient evil he is about to awaken?

You can download full free illustrated fanfic in pdf here! SUPERWOMAN FROM KRYPTON-FREE ILLUSTRATED FANFIC by lordmallory on DeviantArt or here https://drive.google.com/file/d/1XPh48B9_giTgDpnBXjRP-4Z4ksUU-WzR/view?usp=drive_link

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KALA-EL/CLARA JOSEPHINE KENT/SUPERWOMAN

BORN: Krypton, a moon in a distant galaxy. Formally 28/02/1918, SMALLVILLE, KANSAS

PROFESSION: ASSISTANT REPORTER

YEAR: 1948

PLACE: METROPOLIS (METROPOLIS COUNTY, NEW YORK)

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-Farmgirl, born Kansas 1918. No sisters nor brothers.

-Nicest girl in the office but very unfunny.

-Disappears without reason very often.

-Lives alone in a little flat and has a golden retriever dog called Krypto.

-Daddy issues. Her father didn't let her pursue a career as ballet dancer or swimmer (he didn't want her to take advantage of her powers) and died when she was 18.

-Former nurse during the war in the Pacific Ocean and in the Philippines.

-Loves children and dogs

-Tomboyish trails. Not quite elegant.

-Music-Hall fan, Katherine Hepburn and James Stewart fan

-Favorite books: Scarlet Pimpernel adventures, Jane Austen, Upton Sinclair and Virginia Wolf, somewhat eclectic.

-Amateur writer of children's stories, with characters such as DeeDog and the Komfy Dragon.

-She greatly admires her boss, Perry Weiss. A 1940s very liberal Republican style journalist, chief editor of the Daily Planet. She despises her deputy boss Cat Grant.

-Ambiguous relationship with her other boss Louis Lane. Clara has a good friendship with Louis and hides that she is very much in love with him. At the same time, she competes a lot with Mr. Lane and is annoyed by his political ideas and his paternalism.

-Strange friendship with young millionaire Bruce Wayne, something that is very surprising for the people in the Daily Planet newsroom.

-Always good scoops but never appears in the front line and too stubborn and independent to grow fast in the newspaper.

-Progressive quaker like her fathers.

-Civil rights supporter.

-Dislikes General McArthur, dislikes even more Lex Luthor

-Loves Eleanor Roosevelt but also Governor Dewey.

-Hates guns

-Supports unions, splits ticket between Metropolis Liberal Party and the two main parties. Politicians must be kind.

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SUPERHEROINE LIFE

-Superpowers: Flight, Super-Strength, Super-Speed, X-Ray Vision, Heat Vision, Enhanced Vision, Super-Hearing, Super-Breath, Freeze-Breath, High Invulnerability, Super-Stamina

-Can fly to a Mach 100 speed.

-Acts as Superwoman since October 1945.

-Defeated Zod invasion in July1946.

-Initial bad relationship with Batman but now close friends and allies. Together with Flash they conform the Justice League.

-Didn't act as Superwoman during the World War II because she was afraid of her powers. After the discovery of the Holocaust and the atomic bombs she decided to step in and showed herself to the world on autumn 1945.

-Worst enemy: Lex Luthor, heir of Nikola Tesla, rocket engineer & CEO of TELCORP (Tesla-Luthor Co.)

-Deeply in love with Louis Lane, who strongly rejects the superheroine.

-She hides her supersuit and cape under her normal clothes. The material is extraordinarily thin, flexible and resistant, and very easy to wear under normal clothing. Whenever someone needs Superwoman, she just needs to find an inconspicuous place, rip her shirt, unfold her cape and fly away at full speed.

-Widely admired.

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art by Gabriel Larragan (Ko-Fi)

FAMILY & ORIGINS

The El family & Krypton

Krypton was a decadent civilization located on a moon near a large gaseous planet in the Orion belt, next to a green sun. In the past they had visited Earth and other planets expanding civilization, but their penchant for slavery, war, resource extraction and violence caused many of these projects to fail. Even in 10,500 BC the Kryptonians almost caused the terraforming of the Earth, melting the poles and destroying Atlantis and other civilizations, causing among other things the end of the Ice Age. Nearly 99% of humanity perished during that Kryptonian attack.

Over the centuries the Kryptonians lost the fuel necessary to travel across space and ended up confined to their planet, dedicated to warfare, genetic engineering-creating clones whose organs they needed to extend their lives-to pleasure and to exploiting the subsoil of their planet. The Kryptonians also established a dictatorship with a caste system based on genetic engineering and prohibited natural reproduction.

Jor-El and Lara were a couple of scientists critical of the system and supporters of the abolition of the caste system. They also fought against genetic engineering, violent repression, and the permanent destruction of the ecosystem. After a series of terrible earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, and gas outbursts, it became clear that Krypton's core was collapsing, due to the energetic drilling and magnetic energy used in Krypton's industry. The Planet was doomed but the ruling caste ignored it. Jor-El and Lara had a daughter, Kala-El in a natural way against all the rules of Krypton. Lara managed to manufacture a small ship capable of making a space jump to save her daughter from the end of Krypton. General Zod stole her design and managed to build a larger fleet of ships but Jor-El managed to sabotage them and send the fleet to the Phantom Zone, a black hole near Krypton.

Lara decided to send Kala to Earth, confident that the culture of this planet was much more hopeful and kinder, and less prone to the mistakes of Krypton than other distant inhabited planets closer to them. Jor-El preferred to send her to New Genesis, another distant inhabited planet, because there Kala would receive less radiation and develop less extraordinary abilities that would allow her to live a normal life, but eventually Lara convinced him. During her journey to Earth and her growing period under a yellow sun, Kala would develop wonderful powers and could live a long life in the service of mankind, rehabilitating Krypton's legacy.

Within hours of Kala's birth, she was placed in the small ship, accompanied by the robot guide Kelex, whose memory was imprinted with the consciousness of Jor-El and Lara, as well as nearly all of Krypton's cultural heritage. They included several Kryptonian artifacts inside, such as a nearly indestructible ceremonial female ancestral caped suit with the crest of the House of El on its chest.

The ship was launched just hours before Krypton's demise and travelled through space for thirty years...

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Joe&Martha Kent, Kansas life

Joe and Martha Kent were a Quaker farming couple whose farm was struck by the pod carrying Kala-El the 28th of February of 1918. Although owners of substantial property they were a very humble, cooperative, austere, devout, and civil rights-minded people. Martha Kent was a descendant of Kansas abolitionist guerrilla fighter John Brown. They both raised Clara very lovingly and unwilling to ask too many questions about the baby's origin. Clara was a very sickly child as her body did not adapt to the Earth. She was an affectionate and obedient girl and devoured books. The Kent family were avowed supporters of the New Deal and Joe Kent was a member of the local farmers union.

With puberty Clara developed very fast, and her superpowers began to appear. She soon began to excel in swimming and ballet, while still questioning her origins, but Joe forbade her to pursue a professional career to prevent her from taking advantage of her powers, and moreover he forbade her to use her superpowers to help others, fearful of humanity's reaction and wary of savior messiahs in the era of interwar dictators.

Clara rebelled against her father but eventually gave in, fearful of her own abilities and understanding her parents' position. During these years, Clara didn't fit in very well, but she had two best friends, Pete Ross, with whom she was secretly in love, and Lana Lang. Pete didn't know about her superpowers, but Lana did. In 1936 Joe Kent died of a heart attack, devastating her daughter. Clara was unable to go to college after her father's death and worked as a teacher and nurse's aide in Smallville. Her engagement to Pete Ross, her teenage sweetheart failed in 1939 when she revealed her powers to Pete and he panicked, although he later promised to keep the secret. In those times of sadness, Kelex, the Kryptonian robot, was activated, explaining to Clara her true origins, which filled her with confusion.

Between 1939 and 1941 Clara lived in Canada and Alaska searching for the Fortress of Solitude, a strange place Kelex was pointing, but with the outbreak of World War II she decided to enlist as a nurse in the Pacific, refusing to use her powers except to help the wounded, fearing to cause more harm than good. In late 1944, the hospital ship on which he was traveling, the USS Shuster, was torpedoed by the Japanese. Clara jumped into the water and managed to keep the ship afloat with her super strength until she managed to beach it. No one understood how miraculously the ship had stayed afloat and even levitated. The incident was kept secret. Clara got a permit to return home and she revisited Alaska where she found the Fortress of Solitude with the help of Kelex. There she was able to better understand her origins and began to train her superpowers.

After learning about the Holocaust first and the atomic bombs later, Clara decided to become Superwoman and help others with her superpowers dressed in the ceremonial Kryptonian costume of her ancestors. Her mother Martha supported her decision. She relocated to Metropolis, where in September 1945 she was hired as an assistant reporter by Major Louis Lane, who had just returned from Europe.

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On October 1, 1945, Superwoman unveiled herself to the world and caused a huge sensation. The world was changed forever. Superwoman introduced herself to the newly formed United Nations, explaining her origins and her desire to help others and to stay out of political conflicts except to protect civilians.

Clara Kent began her double life as a journalist and as Superwoman. In July 1946, she defeated the invasion of General Zod and the survivors of Krypton. She also had to face other enemies such as the Intergang - an alliance of all organized crime in Metropolis and Gotham, Atomic Skull - an ex-Nazi agent with terrifying technology, Lex Luthor who began to develop his hatred and paranoia towards the superheroine, and his creations such as Metallo.

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DAILY PLANET CHARACTERS

Perry Weiss, a major shareholder and editor in chief of the Daily Planet. Born in Odessa in 1886. Jewish immigrant from humble origins who became a skilled journalist and founded the Daily Planet as a tool of the liberal wing of the Metropolis Republican Party to unseat the city bosses of the time. Still a staunch liberal, he supported Roosevelt in 1932 and 1936, is an ally of Mayor LaGuardia. He won the Pulitzer Prize in the 1920s for defending the innocence of Sacco and Vanzetti. Friend and ally of Louis Lane's father. He is very demanding with his employees but is very fond of Clara. He admires and defends Superwoman despite Louis Lane's distrust. Best friend of Cat Grant.

Cat Grant, Co-chair of Perry Weiss, Pulitzer winner, closeted lesbian, and Ayn Rand Fan. Born 1901, she comes from a fine family of Metropolis Knickerbockers. She is like Louis the least liberal element of the newspaper. To protect herself she married a very old friend of her father who helped her lead a double life. For twenty years she lived with a painter named Margaret Ivy. Considered the best writer of the Daily Planet, in addition to being a journalist she has published two novels. Very elegant and popular in intellectual circles. She is tremendously authoritarian. She mistreats Clara a lot because she does not respect her authority and because of her different political ideas, but as Clara grows as a journalist and Cat Grant suspects that she is Superwoman, she will protect her and push her forward without Clara knowing it. Best friend of Perry Weiss

Jimmy Olsen and Lucy Weiss, best friends of Clara.

Jimmy is a junior urban photographer. He comes from a town in Massachusetts. He is 7 years younger than Clara. He is a party animal, friendly, generous, and somewhat naive. Yet he is a skilled photographer who has been able to capture the worst of the night and day of Metropolis. Miraculously he always gets the best pictures of Superwoman (Clara helps him a little). Very democratic and complains about working for a newspaper that is too conservative for his taste. Adores Clara whom he treats as his big sister. It doesn't even cross his mind that she is Superwoman. Jimmy thinks that Louis is a snob and a bigot.

Lucy is a senior political photographer and the only woman on photo reporting on the Daily Planet who works outside the fashion department. She is the eldest daughter of Perry Weiss. She is an intrepid photojournalist who gets overseas passes and has been to several military conflicts. A loyal friend of Clara, and a very serious and professional woman. She is suspicious of Clara's double identity but would never say anything. She is the same age as Clara and a lover of jazz and the more alternative circuits of Metropolis.

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LOUIS LANE, SUPERWOMAN'S WEAKNESS?

NAME: LOUIS LANE

BORN: 08/02/1912, METROPOLIS (NEW YORK)

PROFESSION: SENIOR REPORTER

YEAR: 1948

PLACE: METROPOLIS (NYC)

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-Rich family, born in 1912, first of 6 brothers.

-Caustic, cynical, ironic but somewhat kind.

-Commanding.

-Lives in Park Avenue with his 6-year-old daughter and his rich unfaithful wife, fashion reporter Pat Lane (neé Kelly). Very unhappy marriage.

-Major rank during the war in the US army. He also worked with the OSS.

-Elegant, sportsman, plays violin.

-Teaches music lessons in an orphan house in secret.

-Not that snobbish nor Wasp, new rich family traits.

-Arkham University alumni.

-Classic music and literature lover.

-Heavy drinker.

-Does not enjoy journalism, thinking of quitting to politics or teaching literature.

-Jewish father (Lane surname is a change from Lantzman), Irish catholic mother, raised catholic and religious, but not extremely orthodox.

-His father is a self-made tycoon who started as democrat in the Tammany Hall and then switched to republican. Close ally of Mayor LaGuardia.

-Fought in the European theater during World War II.

-Conservative republican opposed to his father liberal republican views, loves McArthur, who he thinks should be the next President.

-In the past he had a good opinion of Lex Luthor. He saw him as an innovator and freedom fighter, but his opinion changed when Luthor kidnapped him to set a trap for Superwoman.

-Perry Weiss favorite reporter.

-Won the Pulitzer Prize in 1941, for his articles about the first defeat of the Intergang.

-First person to interview Superwoman.

-Very nice and paternalistic to Clara. Louis pushes Clara's career forward despite Cat Grant's opposition. He is also secretly in love with Clara. Although he rejects Superwoman and suspects she is the same person as Clara, he deludes himself and rejects these suspicions.

-Tired of New Deal Politics, anticommunist.

-"a brilliant and kind man" for most of the Daily Planet staff, a "terrible asshole" for many others like Jimmy Olsen.

-Strongly rejects Superwoman and other heroes.

-Sometimes Clara really hates him.

-Famous line "Neither reds nor capes".

-He lives a bizarre love triangle with Clara Kent and Superwoman. Although he publicly rejects the superheroine, he also desires her and he and Superwoman have had moments of passion, which Louis feels guilty about because he is married and because of his religion. On the other hand, he is in love with Clara Kent as much as he rejects the figure of Superwoman. He deludes himself about the identity of both. A bit James Stewart in Vertigo, which destabilizes and infuriates Clara.

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CURRENT AND PAST ENEMIES

Lex Luthor

Rocket engineer, CEO of TELCORP and Heir of Nikola Tesla. A Brilliant scientist who defines himself as a "radical humanist"...but in the early 30s supported closely fascism to stop "imperialism" and "usury" but later changed his mind and move closer to the USSR to fight "predatory western capitalism". Publicly, he is a tycoon and scientist loyal to the United States and works closely with the government. The world's greatest philanthropist. Loving father and husband. Hates Superwoman to death and believes she spells the end of humanity. Paranoid and ruthless but convinced that he does everything for the greater good.

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General Zod & Faora

Political dissidents like the El on Krypton on the other hand believed that Krypton's only salvation lay in emigrating and invading, terraforming, and exterminating other planets. They almost succeeded in a coup d'état but after their failure they and their henchmen tried to flee by space jumping their ships, Jor-El managed to sabotage the launch and send them to the Phantom Zone. Over the years they managed to escape and arrived on Earth in 1946, shortly after Clara showed herself to the world as Superwoman. They tried to exterminate all humanity, but Superwoman and the armies of Earth managed to defeat them. Their invasion caused 5,000 human casualties but could have caused complete extermination. The experience was traumatic for Clara because she had to send Zod and Faora back to the Phantom Zone where they would surely die. Zod, Faora and their henchmen had not yet developed the full powers of a yellow sun like Earth's and so several of them were killed by human bombs and missiles. Their remains were stored by Russians and Americans. Superwoman managed to expel all Kryptonian technology and weaponry into space so that humans would not use it for warfare.

Doomsday

A truly near-indestructible abomination.

Perhaps from Krypton's past? Perhaps created by mistake by human scientists?

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The Toyman

Winslow Schott, former entrepreneur, and inventor of the 1920s toy business who was ruined in the Great Depression by banks and various betrayals. After a crime spree he was imprisoned in 1933 but escaped from prison recently completely crazed and ready to take revenge on the whole city using his inventions.

Brainiac "The Eternal Traveller"

An android resulting from the abhorrent merger of a famous astronaut and artificial intelligence, which was used by the first civilization of Krypton to collect information from other worlds. It is more than 100,000 years old. With the passage of time, he revealed against the Kryptonians, became evil and phobic to any form of life that he considered imperfect or inferior. It caused the destruction of many cultures. He wanders through space visiting planets and analyzing life forms. He probably has no enthusiasm for humans, much less for a descendant of the House of El.

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breakfastteatime · 1 year

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Today's request is for @serena-darrin!

Rare is the day Cal is up before Greez, but today’s that day and Greez finds the kid in the galley, staring into the cupboards like he has no idea what food is…

…or he’s sleepwalking.

“You sleepwalking?” Greez asks.

“No,” Cal sighs.

Greez looks, but BD’s not with him. “Something wrong?”

Closing the cupboard, Cal turns to Greez without meeting his eyes. He’s squirming. The kid is definitely squirming. What’s he done? Has he damaged the Mantis? No, wait, is he sick? Is this a Cere problem? It’s probably a Cere –

“I’m hungry.”

That’s it? That’s his big –

“And I don’t… I don’t know… I can’t…”

“Sometime today, Cal.”

He blushes a bright red. “I don’t know how to cook any of this stuff.”

“Oh!” Greez gasps. He sees Cal flush a brighter shade of shameful red. Crap. Not the right reaction. “Oh. Oh, kid. Sorry, I didn’t even think.”

And now that he is thinking about it, he realizes unless its super basic (making tea, making toast, spreading stuff on toast), pre-cooked, or straight out a packet, Greez has never seen Cal prepare food for himself.

“It’s okay,” Cal says. “Why would you when I never said anything ‘til now?”

Greez can’t stand it. He can’t stand the way Cal deflects apologies. And he can’t stand that this kid, who can use the Force for all kinds of insane antics, can’t cook. It’s a basic life skill, one he intends to hammer into Cal, starting right now. “Alright. Sit. I’m gonna make you something nice and easy, and you’re gonna watch and follow along. Or are you a note taker? How’s the best way for you to learn?”

Cal stares at him for a second before shaking himself. “I guess I learn best by being shown what to do. That’s how Pr – that’s how I learned on Bracca. And with the Jedi.”

“Great, I teach best by demonstrating,” Greez says. “Wash up. We’re gonna start with the basics and build up from there. Nice and easy. What could go wrong?”

“Uh – ”

“Cal, forget I asked. Now go on, wash your hands.”

The basics is scrambling and seasoning eggs. Gentle seasoning because Cal has a delicate palate after years of what he calls ‘Bracca Stodge’. He’ll get better with time and exposure, according to Cere. Not today though. Today is small. Today is a baby step, and Greez is relieved to have an eager and willing student in Cal. For someone so familiar with breaking things and fighting, he can be surprisingly gentle and deft of touch when he needs to be. For a moment Greez pictures him as one of those little Jedi Padawans Cere’s told him about, all bright eyed and idealistic. The idea of baby Jedi kind of terrifies Greez because who in their right minds puts tiny children in danger, no matter how superpowered, but he has never and will never say that aloud. Anyway, Cal’s a bit too weather-beaten to call idealistic, although the will to learn hasn’t diminished at all. And Greez can’t help but melt just the teeniest tiniest little bit when he sees how proud Cal is of himself when he succeeds in making his own breakfast.

“Thanks, Greez,” Cal says after he finishes inhaling his food. “You’re a great teacher.”

“Yeah, you’re welcome. Just don’t put me out of a job, alright? I enjoy cooking. It’s very cathartic for me.”

Laughing, Cal leans back in his chair. “Don’t worry, I won’t be a threat to you any time soon.”

Before Greez can respond, BD-1 trumpets his arrival. He leaps onto Cal’s back, asking what he missed. When Cal explains how Greez taught him to cook an egg, BD lets out a sorrowful beep.

“What’s wrong with the droid?” Greez asks.

Cal smiles fondly at his friend. “He’s sad he didn’t get to scan it before I ate it.”

“Oh.” Freaky little thing, scanning people’s meals. “Good news: he’s gonna have plenty more chances.”

Cal perks up at this, and so does BD-1.

Greez turns away before they can see his smile. What a ridiculous pair they are.

#fic requests 2023 #star wars jedi: fallen order #jfo minific #jfo headcanon #cal kestis #greez dritus #bd 1

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just-dreaming-marvel · 1 year

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Caught In A Web ~ 9

CAUGHT IN A WEB MASTERLIST

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Word Count: 1,815ish

Summary: You end up having to come clean to Natasha and Wanda... but will it end there?

Notes: Please share your reactions!

Knowing that you couldn’t keep your secret any longer from the super-assassin and the mind-reader, you all sat down and explained how you got powers and who you were. You also explained what was happening between you and Tony.

“That does explain why Tony’s been acting less moody and depressed,” Wanda said.

Natasha was still quiet, her piercing eyes studying you. “You’re in love with him,” she stated.

“What?” You questioned. “No! No way. I—“

“Don’t deny it, Y/N,” Wanda smiled, “you can’t hide anything from us. It’s okay. You two would be really cute together.”

You shook your head. “It won’t happen ever. Once he finds out who I really am and how old I am, he won’t go for me.”

“Age has never been an issue with Tony,” Natasha said. “And you clearly don’t see the way he looks at you when you’re around. He either is into you or onto you.”

“Or both,” Wanda added.

You sighed. “I just don’t want to ruin what we have. It’s really good right now.”

“It could still be good. Better, even.”

“Y/N,” Natasha leaned forward for you to better see the seriousness of her gaze, “Tony doesn’t love just to love. Yes, he’s done his fair share of sleeping around but it was never love. His love is so deep and he might show it strangely sometimes, but you know it’s there and you know that you are lucky to be a recipient of it.”

“It’s true,” Wanda nodded. “We feel Tony’s love through the tech he builds for us. It’s strange, but we know he cares. He wants us safe. He may not know the real you or the whole you, but I can tell that he is starting to love you.”

“But he can’t love you fully and deeply like you deserve and you can’t experience loving him either without Tony knowing the truth.”

You sat there, thinking it over. Perhaps it was becoming time for you to reveal yourself to Tony. To take that chance, that leap of faith.

~~~

“Are we any closer to finding that Spider Woman?” Fury asked, standing at the end of the conference table.

“Unfortunately, Director, we’ve had a few bigger issues to handle,” Steve replied.

“Oh, really?” Fury pressed a button on the table causing pictures and video footage of Iron Man and Spider-Woman to appear as holograms over the table. Everyone looked over to Tony who had a blank expression. “Care to explain, Stark?”

This wasn’t Tony’s first rodeo, so it didn’t take much for him to come up with a lie. “I’ve been trying to gain her trust,” he said. Fury rose an eyebrow in question. “She doesn’t trust what we will do to her if she comes to the Tower. I’ve been meeting up with her to try and gain her trust enough for her to come in.”

“It’s a smart idea,” Natasha quickly said. “If she doesn’t trust us, then getting her on our side is pointless.”

Tony turned to face Natasha. “Did you just agree with my plan?”

“I can take it back.”

“No! You said it! You can’t—“

“Despite Stark’s plan, we are running out of time. The government is recommending that we take her in before they do.”

“Is that a threat?” Bucky questioned.

“It’s not an invitation. We need to bring her in before the government goes after her and something worse happens.”

“I don’t understand what the big deal is,” Clint said. “She’s not doing any harm and Stark clearly is working on her.”

“The government feels that her superpowers are too dangerous for her to be left unsupervised.”

“Dangerous?” Sam repeated. “We don’t even fully know what her powers are.”

“They believe she’s useful,” Wanda noted, disappointed in the system.

“Which is why you have until the end of the week to bring her in nicely, Stark. Or the whole Team goes out to get her before the government can.”

“I really don’t think that’s necessary,” Tony tried. “I have a handle on it—“

“One week, Stark. One.”

~~~

Tony was already waiting for you when you arrived at your usual meet-up spot.

“Hope you haven’t been waiting long, tin man,” you said.

“Y/N, we need to talk,” Tony immediately said, his tone incredibly serious. You stopped, not allowing yourself to come any closer to him. “You need to come back to the Tower with me.”

“What? Why?”

“You need to turn yourself in, and become a part of the Team.”

“I told you, Tony, I—“

“Y/N,” he took the steps needed to get directly in front of you. “I’m serious. The government is after you and if you don’t come with me now, Fury is going to send the Team and—“

“Wait? The Team will be sent after me.” You took a protective step back. “I haven’t even done anything wrong.”

“The government is worried about your powers. They’ve seen video footage of you and they want you for themselves or on the Team.”

You shook your head. “But I haven’t done anything!”

“I know, I know, honey.” Tony stepped closer and placed his hands on your arms. “That’s why you need to come with me. I’ll keep you safe, we’ll take care of everything. You don’t even really have to be a member of the Team. It’s just for your safety.”

This was not how you wanted this to go. You wanted Tony to find out the truth on your terms, not anyone else’s. This was forcing you to do something that you weren’t ready for. Your heart started pounding faster and faster as the anxiety and panic began to take over.

“I… I can’t,” you shook your head, almost panting as you spoke. “I’m sorry.” You ran and jumped off of the roof, trying to swing away as fast as possible.

“Y/N!” Tony called, flying after you. Your swinging was no match for his suit, you both knew that. “Please, just come with me.”

You ignored him and kept swinging, just trying to get away. He flew in front of you, trying to block your path, but you swung under him. Tony shouted your name again as you flung yourself around a corner. Tony was doing his best to keep a safe distance so that he wouldn’t hurt you.

“Y/N! Just stop, please!” Tony requested. “Let’s talk about this.”

You swung around another corner, only this time you were unprepared for the drastic change in building heights. In the midst of your trying to find a good spot to shoot a web, you swung too far and slammed your right arm into the sharp corner of a brick building. You cried out in pain.

“Y/N!” Tony shouted, rushing over and catching you as you started falling. “I’ve got you, I’ve got you.”

You curled into the suit as Tony flew you toward the Tower. Due to having a private entry for the suits straight to his lab, the two of you landed in the lab. Tony gently set you down on his couch. Stepped out of the suit and sat beside you. He carefully took hold of your arm and began studying it. You whimpered at the movement.

“You’re going to need to get this looked at,” Tony told you.

“No, no, I can’t—“

“Y/N, you are safe here… Do you trust me?”

You took a deep breath as you looked into his eyes and nodded. “Yes.”

“Then trust me when I say that I won’t let anything happen to you.”

“I know you won’t.” You hooked under your mask and pulled it off with your free hand.

Tony smiled once he finally caught sight of your face. “I knew it.”

“Yeah? Are you… disappointed?”

“Not in the very least, sweetheart. I had my suspicions.”

“Really?”

He smiled. “You’re not exactly a super spy, sweetheart.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. You were doing it to protect yourself, I completely understand and was prepared to respect your decision. I’m sorry that it had to come to this.”

“So I am… but it could be worse.” You let out a groan as you went to move your position and your injured arm tried to help you.

“We can continue this talk later. Let’s get you down to the med bay and get everything situated.”

~~~

The available Team members were all called in for a meeting in the med-bay, concerning them.

“What are we doing down here?” Bucky asked.

“Did someone go on a mission that I didn’t know about?” Steve wondered. “And get injured?”

Tony walked into the waiting area. “Thank you all for coming,” he said.

“You called this meeting, Stark?” Sam questioned. “Why?”

“It’s about the Spider Woman.”

“Did you bring her in?” Asked Steve. “Where is she?”

“It’s not that simple, Rogers. I had my suspicions about who she was but today it was confirmed.”

“What are you talking about Tony?” Bruce questioned.

Tony sighed. “The Spider Woman we’ve been looking for is Y/N.”

“What?” / “No way!” / “Are you serious?” / “Really?”

Tony noticed how Wanda and Natasha looked at each other. “And, to no one’s surprise, it seems like Red and Little Red already knew.”

“Can’t keep much from us,” Wanda smiled.

“I can’t believe that FRIDAY wouldn’t have noticed and informed us,” Steve commented.

“I did, Captain Rogers,” FRIDAY spoke up. “I told Mr. Stark that I had information on her. Mr. Stark told me to let Miss L/N come clean when she was ready.”

“Uh, Tony?” Bruce got his friend’s attention. “This is good, I guess, and all, but what are we doing in the med-bay?”

Tony sighed and the Team could see a slight shift in their friend. “Y/N got hurt tonight when I was trying to convince her to come clean.”

“You hurt my assistant?!”

“It wasn’t me, Banner, calm down. Helen has her in the cradle, she will be fine. I don’t want anyone bugging her about being Spider-Woman or her powers. This needs to be on her terms.” Natasha eyed Wanda again with a smirk. “Got something to say Red?”

“Nope,” she responded with a knowing smile. “Not a thing.”

“Yeah, well, good. I’m going back to see how Y/N is holding up. One of you needs to tell Fury that we have her. And don’t bother me and Y/N until I say otherwise.” Tony turned and disappeared into the med bay.

Sam looked around the room. “Did everyone catch that? ’Me and Y/N’?” He asked the Team. “Is there more going on than we know?”

“Honestly, I hope so,” Bucky said. “Stark’s been in a better mood for a couple of months now, Y/N has to be why.”

“This is good for him,” Natasha said. “He needs Y/N and I have a feeling that she needs him as well.”

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antirepurp · 1 year

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time for me to be obnoxious about an april fool's game at almost may wahoo ft. an unexpected moment of character analysis because i have no chill

TRAIN.

i hope this game is canon because rouge doing petty pickpocketing is my favorite thing actually

he has a wallet? and a home?

i could go on about how much i love these kids being unhinged and chaotic but unless i want to reblog this post a million times i have to cut it down. let it be known that i adore the kids and their antics tho

you know what i also adore? blaze committing crimes in the chaos dimension because she can get away with it. i think i need more of that in my life actually

although right after he says he doesn't wanna do more crimes i'd like to think he grows out of that opinion eventually. let the little guy steal stuff i want him to hang with rouge and have her make him worse actually

look here shadow's had it rough in the writing department for a while but i very much appreciated this plot point of him going out of his way to get concert tickets for amy and even (reluctantly) agreeing to go with her to said concert even if it isn't his cup of tea. i know it's more presented as him trying to y'know be polite and considerate and he's going about it in an edgy way but i'd like to think it's just his way of presenting things if you will? like he know what amy's favorite band is and sees how hard the tickets are to get so he goes out of his way to get them because he cares about his friend and knows how much attending a concert like that would mean to amy. and in terms of this screenshot in particular i also appreciate amy appreciating her friends' presence at her party even if they hadn't gotten her anything! sure it does kinda come across as her being bummed about not getting gifts from them and maybe she is but i think that's okay? like she's 12 (or 13 now i guess?) getting excited about presents is pretty normal, and it's not like she's super upset about it anyway. i think she genuinely appreciates her friends attending her party more than anything

i also found this a lovely little detail lol and it does kinda make sense! the bitch has been in stasis for 50 years and computer technology has taken leaps in that time, of course he'd be a lil rustier with them compared to his peers

more on shadow, this guy's brain goes overdrive the second he realizes he fucked up and needs to get something nice for his friend now. like i don't have the brain power to form it into words atm but i just love what this all says about him as a character!!

i could flail about the art in this game the whole evening honestly it's so lovely and colorful and pretty and i love how this scene is composed and shadow being seated on the windowsill idk this just put a big smile on my face when i saw it :)

frankly obsessed with amy's unhinged energy can we please get more of this bc i live for it

the fucking blowdart. i cannot tell you how fucking off the walls these teens are like espio's instructed to use a blowdart on sonic with non-lethal poison and he's like yeah that checks out and sonic's just like wow cool guess i'll snooze for a bit then like this shit is exactly why teenagers should be given superpowers and be put into Situations(TM) i love it

not an april fools game making me emotional over trains

and why yes i am obsessed obviously

it was a fun game! like tbh with a bit more content i would've been happy to pay a bit for this honestly (like. when im not broke lmao) like it's so charming and there were a lot of fun details and the jokes were enjoyable too. i just think it's neat :)

but yea that is all im glad sonic the hedgehog got murdered it was a great time

#soda offers you a can #the murder of sonic the hedgehog #also the minigames were banges actually i loved the vibes in them they were rad

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dynamoe · 11 months

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still dicking around with my Triple Threat design

Bruce Timm-ish/Batman: The Animated Series-style character rendering. Some Tuxedo Mask inspiration snuck in with all the roses... maybe she throws them to initiate battling evil doers?

I actually really don't like superhero shit (tough considering the direction VBros took in later seasons), but even with my distaste I wanted to do justice to the references.

🌹 more 🌹 →

🌹 Triple Threat in the 1980s

🌹 Rose Whalen (old)

🌹 Billy's prom date

Triple Threat's costume is meant to represent a Broadway chorine, but also it's a bit like a majorette... antiquated military uniform but pantsless. Very gendered. The old-fashioned/family friendly version of sexy... but not TOO sexy.

Visual reference to both the pants-less white tie tails of Zatanna the magician of DC Comics and the stage costumes from the "burlesque" Broadway musical revue Sugar Babies

The revue starred Mickey Rooney in his Broadway debut, Ann Miller... The revue subsequently had a short-lived National tour which starred Carol Channing and Robert Morse, from August through November 1980. (Carol Channing is the model for Rose's speaking voice, obvs.)

Billy's mom as a character sucks— she's introduced as [out-of-touch old person] who becomes [smothering mother] archetype— but in just a few appearances implies potential depths not explored. She's the only canon character I've written aside from Billy & White, in a series of flashbacks to Billy's childhood with her in Boy Genius (← read it on AO3)

Based on the hair, this flashback is mid-1960s. Maybe a bit later. OG Team Venture have been painted as Jonny Quest, Doc Savage and the Fabulous Five and James Bond, but this scene has a real TV Batman '66 feel to it. Best arena for a campy Broadway-musical-themed crime-fighter.

Triple Threat would be interesting to explore in the trajectory of comic book superheroes going from Golden Age goofy to the '80s X-treme en-darkening/en-seriousning (imagine Triple Threat reimagined as a Punisher type). At the same time, her Pollyanna American Exceptionalism/Moral Purity message (that Action Man wants to soil with his filth) would get dragged through the mud as she makes "hard choices" aka being a hypocrite in service of her all-American values.

She buys into moral panics. She warns against rock and roll and drugs, despite being a Baby Boomer. She is defiantly "a square" (as well as gullible to propaganda).

Female Conservatives are fascinating as they are gross. The Anti-Feminist Feminist. She's never shown to be motivated by religious fundamentalism (she seems fine with the possibility of her son being gay), it's more insidious than that. Is she machiavellian like a super-powered Phyllis Schlafly or, like the moral panic stuff, she's really gullible to conservative messaging? I see her more as a Kissinger Neo-Con than a MAGA conspiracy rube. She's not angry or hateful in her conservativeness, just reactionary and myopic.

Another ill-defined aspect... does Triple Threat have superpowers? She can still do flying leap kicks at age 60ish which suggests she's more than just "really good at fighting." What if she had been part of some Captain America super-serum ultimate-soldier program that screws her up medically, later causing Billy's genetic birth defects? Is she filled with guilt? Angry at the government for not telling her about the side effects?

→ → More on Rose Whalen's history

all my Billy & White stuff at → FAILURES of SCIENCE index

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ourpickwickclub · 24 days

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(Sorry this is a bit long)

I was thinking about where Gwen’s head space might be during these days with ND . Obviously this is not just a normal concert/gig for her in and it’s also crazy to think how much G has grown in the past 9 years. She is not the sweet, manipulatable, naive person she was before 2015. She also has been doing her work/career alone and her way(with much success) for almost a decade with basically no contact or support of the main band members. She has most importantly done some deep soul searching and made significant changes to her life. She doesn’t need ND, but seems to want some healing and closure there.

I was not a ND super fan, so I have done some catch up over the years (but still know a fraction probably) on the band’s dynamic. I saw in G (prior to 2015) someone who was quick to blame herself for things and she could even have a lack of confidence in herself if something or someone tried to undermine it (but a complete force on stage!). I think she trusts her instincts now totally (she’s tried and true) and has outgrown the need for the former security of the band. At one time she considered them her second family and between the ND boys’ (and their wives) unsupportive or even back stabbing comments, it must really have been a dagger to her heart (compounded by GR’s even worse literal betrayal of her trust) she had really overcome a lot to do this.

2015 was beyond crazy if you think about it “My life blew up on my face” as G says, but the amount of growth she had since is staggering. I thought it was a good sign B wasn’t there at the rehearsals (or even home in LA) at the time. She doesn’t need anyone to be her security blanket, she’s got this!! I know in a minute Blake would have done whatever she needed him to (he’s the most supportive person like ever!!), but she’s good. She’s grown in leaps and bounds and I’m so happy for her! It must be like riding a bike on the one hand, but a strange new reality to have this superpower of having risen from the ashes to find your strength. I think it’s a full circle moment 😊

As someone with penchant for long posts, I enjoyed this. While I do think Gwen has always actually been a strong person, I think her Achilles heel is the people she cares about. Too many of those in her life exploited that really nice quality of hers.

I remember early on, Blake and Gwen were often seen or posted, listening to self-help. I think we sometimes forget how huge the trauma they both sustained was to them.We’ve seen Blake go to great lengths to make Gwen feel secure in their relationship, like suing tabloids, and winning. We see Gwen always building Blake up using panting dog emojis and calling him a babe and hot. They know the damage the other is healing from and they are trying to help the other heal.

I agree, Gwen has done a lot of work. Early on she had some very limited contact with GR and ND… but that stopped when she probably realized there was no safe level of communication for her. And Blake started out acting like he and ML would be buddies and they would share custody of animals. That ended very quickly.

I absolutely agree with you that she is in a great place now. I think she both doesn’t need Blake there and also, will not hesitate to have him there when it works for her and Blake. This more secure version of Gwen might be unsettling to ND. It will be interesting to see.

- B

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chaosmagicss · 2 years

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Can I request ❛ nope, puppy dog eyes aren’t going to work this time! ❜ with Wanda pls. 🙏

j’s 1k celebration!

word count: 482

warnings: none, just fluff :)

She’s all too aware of her hold over you.

Sure, Wanda might be the most powerful person in the Avengers’ current line-up, but she doesn’t need superpowers to bring you to your knees. All it takes to do that is a pout and those damn puppy dog eyes of hers.

And boy, does she abuse them.

She uses them to convince you to buy the overpriced ice cream she loves, to watch her choice of movie on movie nights, to let her steal your favourite hoodies, and now, to try and pull you away from schoolwork just to cuddle.

You don’t need to study for the upcoming midterms per se - you’ve got it covered, really - but it couldn’t hurt to give your abundance of notes another read.

All you have to do is not let pretty green eyes pull you under.

“Baby,” Wanda whines. “Please? Just for a little while?”

“A ‘little while’ turns into all night,” you say pointedly, not looking at her, “I know what you’re like.”

“But just imagine,” she says, wistfully. “You could be all cozied up under the blankets with your girlfriend instead of staring at notes you don’t need to go over because you’re super smart and the midterm is going to be super easy.” A pause. “And also, you’re super pretty.”

You can’t help but shoot her a look, and you realise it’s a mistake almost immediately. Wanda’s lips twitch at the way your face shifts, your stubbornness melting away in an instant, and you let out a load groan, moving towards her.

She giggles as you leap to cover her eyes with your hand, following her as she falls onto her back. She’s already won.

“Nope!” you say. “Puppy dog eyes aren’t going to work this time!”

Fingers curl around your wrist, and when she pushes, you let her, grinning breathlessly down at her as she smiles up at you. She blinks, shifting so you can settle more comfortably between her legs, her eyes darting between your eyes and your mouth.

“Wanna kiss,” she whispers, and your cheeks flush for no good reason.

You shake your head a little in amusement as you lean down, propping yourself up on your elbows. “Such a baby,” you say affectionately, and Wanda just hums as you press your lips to hers.

You can feel Wanda’s magic pull the blankets over you as you kiss, but you don’t have it in you to argue anymore. Cuddling with Wanda does sound like a good idea.

You pull back for air, bumping your noses together and not missing Wanda’s pleased smile. “God damn puppy dog eyes,” you murmur, and she giggles, her hands skimming up your sides.

“I have no clue what you’re talking about.”

“Yeah, I bet,” you mutter humorously.

She just hums again, straining up to kiss you, and you can’t help but melt into it.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda fluff #wanda drabble #j is writing #mine #j's 1k celebration

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doodlegirl1998 · 11 months

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Get out of a nice shower and....I think AM is popular bc people thought he has 2 quirks which is rare in mha.

How? He canonically has super strenght and can fly. 2 things that for the public has no relation with each other so..."he has 2 quirks"

We dont know about his past. I think we talked about it and I dont think he was ever poor nor face discrimination (I dont think quirkless are treated as the fandom thinks, nor we know how quirkless are treated in his era) but is all speculation. The thing is, only Izu is bullied and quirkless is just an excuse. He could have a quirk and guess who would still be after him?

Back to my point, AM never mentions his quirk to anyone(save Izu and even then its not enough) so to the public he has 2 quirks ....and could explain why Endy is so crazy in surpass him. (No. This is not to lift the blame on Endy merely to explain)

Also....Izu has tentacles and can use more than one quirk but this seems to be a surprise for AM. So...he doesn't get his pwn quirk?

Wait...who gets such quirk?

Hi @mikeellee 👋

I don't think this is the reason AM is popular, in MHA he classified his quirk as Superpower / Super Strength so essentially hand waved all the feats he could pull with that. And by emmulating flying with big super powered jumps/leaps. I don't think he can canonically fly (unlike Nana and Uraraka.)

I believe in universe that AM is popular because;

1) because he beat a record breaking number of villains and established an era of peace - because AM dedicated his whole life to it and rarely did anything else so he was very successful here.

2) his "Haha! I am here!" Catchphrase along with his upbeat demeanor - he saves lots of people, always makes an effort to smile and make others happy that inspires others to like him.

3) He has people in awe of / jealous of the raw power of his quirk and how he always seems to win (see Bakugou and Endeavor.)

We don't know about his past but I do believe AM could have been poor (to inspire Bakuguo's urge to falsify another underdog story when he's the definition of privilege.)

I think also that AM could have been discriminated against for past quirklessness but to a way lesser degree than Izuku - due to the fact that AM didn't question Bkg further when he said he had bullied Izu. He probably just imagined name calling / some rough housing - because Bkg is a coward and deliberately did not elaborate on what he did to Izu.

I think Izu unlocking the other holders quirks was explained due to the quirk singularity theory and Izu's past quirklessness being why Izu could unlock all those quirks without negative reprocutions. Still why this never acted the same way for AM... No clue. Hori didn't explain that part.

TLDR - AM has a lot of reasons to be number one, why he was good at it too and thrived in MHA's society.

And Bakugou is a coward who wishes so bad to be a winner like AM, to be inspiring like AM (fake underdog story) when really he is a coward and a fake hero.

#Anti Bakugou #Anti Bakugou Katsuki

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paladin-of-nerd-fandom65 · 5 months

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Happy Black Friday! :D

1: speaking of Black Friday do they participate in that stuff?

2: you mention that they love Disney, are they kingdom hearts fans? If so I can see Chris making a dark key blade using his dark powers

3: when does their families start doing Christmas stuff? On the first of December, right after thanksgiving, somewhere in the middle of November (XD)

4: if they were in the video game injustice, or maybe in a T rated video game, what kind of “super move” would they use? Like Chris would use supergirls super move from the second injustice game but with blue heat vision instead.

5: does the duo have a theme song? Like how Superman has the John Williams theme.

6: new villains OC: one villain who uses light & another villain who gains the typical superhuman powers by being stoic or emotionless; the opposites of Chris & Jake.

1. Well actually, the Duo are participants…as extra security for a local mall in Bludhaven. They are volunteers who are meant to provide from extra back up just in case the rushing crowds become too much for the actual security to handle by themselves. Chris also, given his super speed, can easily help repair and fix broken tables, stands and other such equipment all across the mall if there’s a chance to do so. The boys don’t ask for any rewards but after the mall closes for the day or at least the crowds are finally under control, the management insists that they can have anything inside they want, free of charges. At the end, Jake got himself a new Xbox Series X while Chris got some clothes for Mom Lois and himself, something matching for lazy days off for them.

2. I can see them having an appreciation of that series, just not mega fans like so many of their classmates are. That said, I can see them having Keyblade replicas that compatible with their superpowers; Chris having a dark key making sense for his Nightwing entity while Jake can have a Key that looks similar to Roxas’

3. The decorations and searching for gifts so synonymous with the Christmas season for both Kents and Graysons begins about the day after Thanksgiving. In both households, Lois and Dick respectively have to gently reign in their loved ones from using their speed to set up the decor, since after all if it’s done in an instant, where’s the actual fun in decorating. Plus, every year both households try to differentiate and diversify where each decoration goes and what it is anyways, so slowing down can help make those choices. Also also, Chris and Jake no doubt begin to stockpile eggnog as best at they can as they both know what drink they’ll go to for certain

4. Chris: First he tackles his opponent straight to the ground, then grab them by the leg, tossing them into the air, followed up by one punch after another to send them flying ever so high up into the full Moon sky, finally, Chris, with the Moon right behind him and on top of his opponent, summons the Nightwing entity, eyes glowing a burning bright blue, slams into his opponent, sending them both plummet straight to the ground, crashing landing with a meteor like explosion that can be seen from space. Chris gets back up to his fighting position.

Jake: First fires his grappling lines form both his main escrima sticks at his opponents’ legs, wrapping them up, next he grabs a spare third stick to fire its line at a nearby building (or cliff side), sending him upwards with his wrapped up opponent dragged along. Once they reach the top, Jake then retracts his wires, sending his opponent flying straight into a starbolt uppercut fist, sending them into the air before Jake leaps right next to them, somersaulting in the air as he charges up his feet with starbolts from there before slamming them into his opponent, sending them back down to the ground. Just as the opponent bounces back from the impact into the air, Jake quickly floats over to the side where their head is, his eyes glowing green signifying full power, headlocks them and does an Diamond Cutter with such force, it makes a gigantic crater. Jake then takes his sticks and resumes his normal stance.

5. Well aside from both “With a Little Help From My Friends” by the Beatles and “You’re My Best Friend” by Queen, if we are talking more classical orchestral music for their theme, I’d probably go with target amazing rendition of Beethoven’s ‘Ode to Joy’

youtube

6. Hmmmm….

Lemme see if I can work with those two ;-)

- The one that uses light based powers. I see them being a fan of Doctor Light, utilizing a copycat tech that achieves some what a similar function, to utilize the ability of light and brightness into a force that can affect their enemies on a physical level, plus also as a means of blinding enemies for a quick getaway. Main difference being while The OG Dr Light is a meta human, this villain is completely human and therefore relies on tech to achieve those feats. They made a name for themselves as mainly a hitman of sorts for various Bludhaven mob bosses, being an enforcer to leaves their message to clients not to screw with them, lest they suffer the consequences. Because of that affiliation, they run afoul for the Starburst Duo in many capers and occasions. Outfit wise, they sport a more casual appearance of a custom yellow and black leather trench coat, black combat boots, yellow construction worker pants and in the back of said trench coat, their logo which is an emblem of two bright red stars on top and bottom, bound together by yellow stripes and a red single stripe that goes across the spell their villain moniker, Infar-Dead.

- Then there’s the villain with no emotion yet the power to match….easy explanation. He’s a cyborg clone of Chris and Jake combined, armed with artificial flight jets, twin hand starbolt cannons, black-white eye beams, rotating finger missiles, toe missiles, knee missiles, throat missiles, titanium/promethium/iron blend metal build and yet also benevolent obedience to his scientist creator, a woman doctor of advanced robotics d from STAR Labs who has a radio remote which has the cyborg obey anyone who presses their commands to him. Unfortunately that remote frequently gets into the wrong hands, leading the cyborg, dubbed Mecha-NightBird, to attack our heroes on numerous occasions. The Mechagodzilla to our Heroes’ Godzilla if you lays

Thanks for the asks @gothicghost2000 . It’s appreciated :-D

#starburst duo #chris kent #jake grayson #black friday #kingdom hearts #oc

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punchdrunkdoc · 1 year

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Chapter 11

Summary: After the events of S3, Matt Murdock is trying to once again balance life as a lawyer and a vigilante. But he’s been scarred by loss and betrayal - will a mysterious new neighbour help him heal? Or will her secrets drag him back into the darkness?

Notes: This is a slow burn romance with an original female character, told in 3 parts. There is mystery, intrigue, action and angst - all the good stuff!

Also available on AO3 and Wattpad

Masterlist

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This is a shorter chapter than usual, but I couldn’t wait to post it - things are really picking up pace now, and it won’t be long till we get to the scene that inspired this whole fic...

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Chapter 11

“Lay it out for me, Anya.” Calina whispered into the burner phone. It was meant to be used only for emergencies…but this felt pretty damn urgent.

“Wait, are you calling from your apartment?” Anya asked. “Because if so, he can probably hear you.”

“No, I’m in a diner around the corner from our building, and I’m getting strange looks from the regulars, so please explain, and explain fast.”

“I sent you all the evidence. It’s all there.”

“It’s all there if you’re you. But I’m not you, so explain it to me like I’m an idiot.” Calina wasn’t an idiot. She could understand complex mathematical theorems and speak a dozen languages, but her intelligence was different from Anya's. Anya thought outside the box. She could see patterns in things where others saw only chaos.

And she often forgot that most people weren’t on her wave length.

“Okay. There’s this magical thing called the internet. And some people like to write things on the internet.”

“Don’t be facetious,” Calina replied.

“Fine.” She dropped the condescending tone and continued. “When you told me about your lawyer, and how he seemed to perceive things he shouldn’t be able to, I remembered a theory I’d come across in the depths of the internet from a Hell’s Kitchen blogger. He had no following to speak of, so his speculation went nowhere.”

“What speculation?”

“That Daredevil had superpowers. This blogger had seen him in action up close and said it was like he had 360 degree awareness. As if he was using senses in addition to sight to orientate himself and dodge attacks. The blogger thought it was some form of telepathy, but I had a different theory. See, when Daredevil was first on the scene he wore a black fabric mask over his eyes. So I started to think, maybe he was using senses other than sight, because he couldn’t actually see. From there it was just a matter of plugging in some Daredevil footage into a program I designed that analysed his movements and spatial awareness, and it proved my theory - he’s blind. Then I used facial recognition software to compare him against your lawyer and - even though it only ran on the bottom half of his face - it came back with a 92% probability of a match. Simple.”

Calina shook her head, dumfounded. At both Anya’s idea of ‘simple’…and the fact that her neighbour - her kind, handsome, blind neighbour - was a super-powered vigilante.

“You’re sure?” Calina whispered.

“I’m insulted you even have to ask,” was the dry reply.

“Sorry. It’s just a little…out there.”

“More ‘out there’ than the existence of a secret cabal of mind-controlled female assassins?”

“Good point. And thank you, Anya. For figuring all this out.”

“I didn’t just do it for you,” she replied in her typical blunt fashion. “This guy’s senses must be off-the-charts powerful for him to be able to fight and leap across buildings without using his eyes. So he can probably detect things about you that you don’t realise. Which means your secret - and ours - is at risk. I suggest you find another place to live before he figures it out.”

“I-I’ll take that under advisement,” Calina replied before saying her goodbyes and hanging up.

She sat back in the booth and blew out a long breath, still stunned at the news.

Matthew was Daredevil.

She hadn’t heard of the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen prior to moving to New York; but she’d become very familiar with him since. He was like a folklore hero in these parts. Graffiti art of a red-suited man with devil horns graced the facades of several buildings. His antics made the local news, and were splashed across the tabloid papers.

He had his detractors - people who thought any form of vigilantism was wrong - but most thought he was making a positive impact on this little section of New York.

And he lived next door to her.

So should she move out?

She no longer had to worry about him reporting her to the Sokovia accords - not when he was operating outside of them himself. But it didn't mean that he would be accepting of having a former spy/assassin as a neighbour. And if he found out about her sisters - who were still engaging in covert, and sometimes deadly operations - would his moral code allow him to ignore that?

Because he did have a code.

All her research indicated that Daredevil had never killed a single one of his victims.

The Widow's hands were not so clean. Even now, freed from Dreyokov's control.

Should she move out?

Calina contemplated the prospect as she stared out of the window. The night sky was dark, but the street was a riot of colour; the puddles on the sidewalk reflected the bright blue of the diner's sign. The lights of the cars on the roads were red and white blurs as they sped passed. The traffic signals blinked in amber and green. And the revellers headed to the bars and clubs were dressed to the nines in metallics and pinks and, multi-hued garments.

This place was so...alive.

She didn't want to move.

Not anymore.

She liked her building, and the residents she was slowly getting to know. She liked her dance classes and her coffee place, and the subway, and the parks.

And though she’d come to accept that they’d never be more than neighbours, she still liked living next to Matthew. She liked hearing the clack of his cane as he walked to his door, and his deep voice, and the way he looked in his suits. Strange as it sounded, she even liked the feeling of longing that came when she caught a glimpse of him in the hallway. Her juvenile crush on him - the first she’d ever experienced in her life - felt like a piece of her lost adolescence that she’d regained. It felt so normal.

Was she being selfish, putting her sisters at risk for a bit of joy and a sliver of normality?

She thought back over the past 6 weeks, for anything that might have give her away to Matthew's heightened senses…but there was nothing.

No incriminating conversations that he might have overheard - her only visitor had been Yelena, and they hadn’t discussed Widow’s business in earshot. There was the incident in the mail room, but she wasn’t regularly fighting people in the building.

She shook her head, grabbed her phone and scooted out of the booth. She left the diner and started the walk back to her apartment, resolved to keeping it her apartment.

She hadn’t given anything away to Matthew that would point to her being a Widow. And as long as she was careful going forward, she never would.

———

Her harmless crush on Matthew Murdock evolved into a bit of an obsession over the next few days.

She was fascinated by his double life: crusading lawyer by day; masked vigilant by night.

She started following Daredevil’s nightly adventures through social media - there was a hashtag that the locals used whenever they spotted his red-suited form flying along the rooftops, and she tracked it religiously.

She read all the articles about his exploits and watched the hours of videos that had been uploaded to YouTube over the years - shaky camera footage from bystanders that documented his athleticism, his strength and his skills.

It started as just another strategy to distract herself. The dance classes and the library visits and the coffee breaks worked to fill her daytime. But the nights were trickier, formed of seemingly endless hours in which her mind tormented her. Sleep was held at bay by memories of her past and the things she had done. When it eventually came, she was plagued by nightmares, her psyche not allowing her the peaceful respite of unconsciousness.

Shadowing Matthew online, studying his past, and following him in the present, helped fill the worst of those hours - the stretch between midnight and 3 am, when she was so tired she could barely move, but rest was an impossibility.

And the more she learned…the more impressed she was by her fearless neighbour.

She was particularly enamoured of his fighting style. It was an unusual mix of traditional boxing with martial arts, which somehow blended into a powerful but graceful technique that seemed uniquely his own. She couldn’t help but imagine sparring with him. Her own method of combat was so different from his - he opted for aggressive offence, whereas she excelled at defence. Strength wasn’t her greatest asset, so she’d been trained to escape rather than attack, which suited the nature of her missions - get in, get what was needed, and get out.

How would their two very different styles come together? Would it be an even match, their methods complimenting each other? Or would there be a clear victor?

It saddened her that she would never find out.

But while she gained respect for his skills...she started to worry about his safety.

The leaps he took across rooftops defied gravity. The punches that landed on him looked brutal and punishing. He went after armed, ruthless criminals with nothing but a bit of armour and some sticks.

It didn't feel...sustainable. He was only human, after all. An incredibly gifted human, but flesh and blood and mortal just the same. And he’d been at this for years already. Almost every night, for years. It felt like he was tempting fate every time he stepped out onto their roof.

The urge to leave her apartment and follow him in person became a constant temptation. Not because she thought he needed back up. But just to see for herself that he was being as safe as possible. The twitter posts and the blogs and the footage weren’t enough. She needed to watch him in action. It was an urge that she couldn’t full explain, and one that she couldn’t ignore for long - it became an itch under her skin. A compulsion that had her pacing the small confines of her apartment at night as he risked his life somewhere out beyond her window.

Until one night…she gave in.

She pried up the floorboards in her bedroom and retrieved the bag containing her Widow suit. She’d stashed it there the day she’d moved in - buried it, more like, as if a body in a tomb. But just like Poe’s Tell-tale heart, her buried secret was not a silent corpse to be forgotten. It tugged at her, a constant reminder.

Maybe it wasn’t surprising that she suffered insomnia, with a skeleton like that beneath her bed.

She shook out the thin black fabric, a kevlar-reinforced neoprene that allowed for as much protection as possible while providing maximum flexibility. She zipped herself into the suit and adjusted the leather reinforced shoulders and knee pads. She contemplated the belt with the attached thigh holsters but left it behind in the bag - she wasn’t going out looking for a fight, so her guns wouldn’t be necessary. But she didn’t want to be completely defenceless, so she strapped on her Widow’s bites - bracelets that could deliver powerful electric shocks, both up close and from afar.

She slipped on her fingerless gloves, and braided her long hair to keep it off her face. As she grabbed her newly purchased balaclava - a black woollen mask that would keep her identity hidden from the people of New York - she caught a glimpse of herself in the full length mirror beside her wardrobe.

She froze. Then straightened up and stared at the image of her past self.

Widow 118.

The spy. The covert operative. The infiltrator.

The liar.

The thief.

The occasional assassin.

She felt an overwhelming sense of revulsion. The taste of bile rose in her throat, and she could feel her skin drain of colour.

Fighting back the sensation, she took a deep breath and turned her back on the reflection.

This was different, she told herself.

This was her choice. Not a mission she’d been compelled to undertake.

And she was different now.

She wasn’t going out to do harm. Just to observe. Just to placate her fears over a man she had grown to admire and respect. The suit was just a practicality. She was comfortable in it, knew how to move in it, knew it would protect her.

It didn’t have to mean anything more.

———

The first night, she watched him from a distance.

She found a spot on a fire escape a couple of blocks away, and lifted a small pair of binoculars to her eyes. She trained them on the access door that led from his apartment to the rooftop - their rooftop - and waited for him to emerge.

She didn’t have to wait long.

After twenty minutes, when night had fully descended on the city and the moon was high overhead…the Devil appeared.

She held her breath at her first glimpse of him in person. He seemed…bigger somehow. More imposing than the lawyer in his suits. The blood-red armour fit him like a glove, showcasing his solid thighs and the breadth of his chest and the curve of his ass. The mask was suitably intimidating, the horns and the opaque red eyes hiding the kindness and humour that she knew lurked within.

He looked amazing.

Even more so, when he took a running start and somersaulted across to the next building. He sprinted over open spaces and vaulted over air vents and slid down gables, his movements fast and confident and…almost joyous. As if he was stretching his muscles and relishing his freedom.

What must it be like to have all that speed and agility and have to conceal it all day long?

Calina was struck by the feeling that she was only just now getting to see the real Matthew. That so much of what he presented to the world - to her - was a front.

A persona.

Just like her.

When she started to lose sight of him through the binoculars, she followed him across the skyline. Always several blocks behind, but always on his tail.

She felt the same exhilaration as she leapt and somersaulted across the concrete terrain, finally getting to utilise some of her own skills after so many weeks.

That night she watched as he stopped a would-be mugger in a dimly-lit gas station forecourt; as he saved a woman from sexual assault outside a nightclub; as he foiled a major drug deal at the docks, taking down a group of thugs in a chaotic melee. He was outnumbered by five, but he seemed completely in his element as he engaged the gang, incapacitating them one by one, and sometimes two at a time. It was a brutal, fast display of power and proficiency, and she once again admired his skill.

There was a beauty in his violence, that only a fellow fighter could understand. An efficiency, and a surprising amount of mercy.

There was no punishment in his attacks. No gratuitous pain.

He fought to put his assailants down, so they would stay down. That was it. He wasn’t sadistic or cruel.

He was a hero.

A hero who didn’t need her to worry about his safety. He dodged everything the gang threw at him - punches, kicks, knives...

And even a bullet.

One of the men who had been felled by a leg sweep fumbled at his ankle holster as he sat on the ground. Calina gasped as she watched him draw a gun and point it at Matthew’s back. She had a moment of panic - too far away to warn him; too far away to do anything - as he fired.

But Matthew just...stepped to the side. As if he'd known that the weapon was trained on him. He sent one of his escrima sticks flying back at the gunman - knocking him out with a blow to the head - then continued fighting.

All without looking.

It was incredible.

Did he hear the movement of the finger on the trigger? Did he sense the the shooter hold his breath as he lined up his target?

How the hell did he do it?

It was yet one more mystery that she'd never get an answer to.

———

She followed him the next night.

And the one after that.

Always making sure that she arrived home before he did, not knowing the extent of his abilities and how careful she had to be.

So she erred on the side of very careful.

She snuck into her bedroom via the fire escape, in case he scented her on the rooftop. She showered off the sweat and adrenaline that clung to her, in case he could detect that. Then she lay in bed and worked to calm her heart rate and breathing to simulate deep sleep in case he checked.

She was probably being paranoid.

And overly hopeful.

Even if his senses were so powerful and finely tuned that he could pick up her heartbeat from across the hall...why would he bother?

He had made it clear that they were nothing more than two people who happened to share a corridor. They weren't friends, and they would never be more than that.

But still, she felt compelled to follow him out into the night.

To satisfy herself that he was okay...but also because it was helping her sleep. Whether it was the physical exertion tiring her out, or the fact that she was able to concentrate on something other than herself and her past for a while, the result was that she was getting a solid five hours of uninterrupted sleep after sneaking home in the early hours.

It was wonderful after so many restless nights.

So she continued the routine.

Until the fourth time she followed him.

She didn't sleep well that night.

Not at all.

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CHAPTER 12

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wewebaggit · 10 months

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LMAO at this ⬆️ not bringing up any memories of this ⬇️

But this ⬆️ bringing up memories of this ⬇️

Because it is not just the lines. Mike Brenner parallel(s) (hate that word) is not that simple here. El already started thinking back to her lab the moment she bopped Angela and there was blood and a crowd watching her disapprovingly. Will wasn't looking at her with pride or adoration, mind you. He looked way more scared, in fact. Mike just voiced his shock and upset. So while, yes, the following scene is of Brenner asking her the same, it's not about Mike being an asshole (some people feel he should've patted her on the back I guess) but El herself coming to that conclusion. What did you do ➡️ you think I'm a monster too is a leap of judgement from El because she's half remembering shit from her past and the words thrown at her at school aren't helping. Mike wasn't scared when she's hurt people before lmao. Not once. Not even the first time it happened in front of him. It was OBVIOUSLY a stupid thing to do at that point as seen by her following arrest.

El's monster vs superhero dichotomy is a result of her own insecurities (starting right at the lab) and her own reliance on powers for everything. She must feel incomplete and less than ordinary without them. Her powers were a justification for her isolation her "weirdness" as the show likes to say, but without those (they're just like an arm or a leg to El atp she's never known a different life) she's a nobody because she's not a superhero. The solution to El and the others having to let go of the superhero epithet bestowed upon her is not her loss of powers or trying to think of her as a girl without those, but to think of the superpowers as just any other part of her body. To someone like me who's been wearing glasses since before I started losing my milk teeth people with free vision possess what I feel is a superpower. An ability I don't possess. But I am not making that their whole personality or even finding that to be what's cool about them. In a similar vein her friends and family that are aware about these abilities of her have to treat them as just something she has and they don't. Free vision, an extra finger, Dustin's ability to be neatly folded into a bag, Lucas' athleticism. It's not EVERYTHING but it's not nothing. I do not feel that is what's happening rn. I do not think Mike is obsessed with her superhero-ness ONLY. He uses it as a compliment to boost her like he does with Dustin. But the point is he just has to cool it down on the super. This got rambly but my point is, the above scene is about El or El and Brenner and maybe Mike and El because El made that connection with other things in consideration. But WE ARE NOT supposed to make it about Mike and Brenner. Mike is not feeding into her superhero identity anymore than Hopper, Joyce, Max and the others are. It's her own internal struggle. "You think I'm a monster, too" came at a low point in El's struggles at Cali where she was 100% being defensive and self-pitying and accidentally ended up uncovering Mike's own lies (by omission). [This is not about the monotonologue at the end. That's a whole different thing.]

#byler #wewe's st re watch #stranger things #mike wheeler #el hopper #martin brenner #papa #wewe's opinionions #did I just say something nice about mike?#yes cuz there are nice things about him without y'all having to make up shit

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true-blue-sonic · 5 months

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actually, are you still doing the writing ask game by any chance? i'm feeling kind of down and wondering if i could ask for 😍 and 🥰

Sure thing, I hope you'll feel better soon!🍀

😍 published lines or a section of a fic that you loved writing?

Normally I pulled out a specific chapter of New Beginnings for such an answer, but we got a new one here!! It's from Flufftober, Kiss For Good Luck:

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Silver’s hand presses against a particularly nasty bruise on Espio’s chest, the chameleon’s own drifting up to clutch it close and tenderly intertwine their fingers. He must remain positive; none of the Emeralds have been touched by evil so far, their friends distracting Eggman’s forces in the rest of the area and Sonic still holding out above them. And besides, the issue of the Emeralds being so in reach can be resolved easily enough... Espio can think of only one reason why Sonic would send them down, once he learned Silver and Espio were here.

“Silver,” the chameleon murmurs, thumb brushing over the other’s dorsum. “It is up to you, too.”

His beloved freezes, just for a moment. “You think Sonic wants me to turn Super as well? It’s that bad?”

“It doesn’t matter if he wants you to or not, we know you can. And I would say two superpowered beings fighting against that massive robot and all its cronies stand a better chance than just one. Sonic sent the Emeralds towards us for a reason,” Espio hums back. It’s as if the Emeralds agree, with the way their shimmer only becomes brighter as he and Silver draw near. Espio’s eyes squint by instinct, so luminous is their glow, even more strongly when contrasted against the pure destruction around them. And even if the ninja knows he cannot do the same as Sonic and Silver and Shadow can, he can still revel in the overwhelming power of miracles that having all seven gem together elicits onto the world.

His beloved’s fingers tremble as they reach for the radiant stones, alongside the hitch in his chest. “They call to me...!”

Espio can feel it, too.

And thus he knows what Silver must do.

“Then go,” he murmurs, letting go of his beloved’s other hand so Silver can hold both of them out towards the gems. So the hedgehog does, a hesitant step flowing into a more certain one into a full leap, and Espio fights to keep his eyes open against the glow of light that floods the psychic’s fur as the Emeralds spin around them both. It burns, it is too bright, but he can’t look away until the light has died down again into a warmer, gentler glow...!

Super Silver turns around, floating just a bit above the ashen-black soil, his smile radiant in a way the Emeralds could never be.

“Es. It’s so nice,” follows in a whisper. And Espio can understand why; any injury that had marred Silver’s beautiful form has disappeared, and from what he knows from Sonic, any exhaustion has left for a temporary boost in energy. Exactly the thing they need in this long, arduous battle.

With a nod towards his beloved Espio readies himself; there is no way Eggman won’t have noticed a new superpowered adversary on the battlefield, though Super Sonic is keeping the madman and his various creations busy enough up in the sky. “Up with you, then,” the chameleon adds, ever practical. Every second spent here is a wasted one, even if the way Silver’s pelt burns in gold and light red eyes stare at him with so much love makes it hard to even speak.

“I’ll be careful,” his beloved murmurs back, a shimmer of his psychokinesis nuzzling against Espio’s cheek. “Promise me you’ll be too.”

“I doubt Eggman will have much interest in what is happening on the ground after you join the fray in the sky.” But still, Espio presses his finger against the spark of power and smiles. If there is one of them who needs to be careful, it is him; Silver is all but untouchable in this state, they both know, yet his promise of being careful is exactly what the chameleon needs to hear. “Of course I will be too, tenshi. If there is anything, I will call for you.”

“And I’ll be there before you know it,” Silver beams, the tips of his boots brushing over the ground and making small blades of grasses and tiny golden flowers rise up wherever they touch the scorched earth. Turning his back towards Espio the hedgehog draws a deep breath, fists balled... before he freezes, head flicking around and red eyes peeking over his shoulders. “Kiss? For good luck?”

And Espio can’t help it; he laughs, because Silver is so adorable and innocent even despite the might and power more grand than the largest stars rolling off his whole being in waves, and the chameleon opens his arms for the other with no hesitation. Scorching heat and burning love hit him like a meteorite, and Silver’s hands dig into the back of his head as Espio’s fingers press themselves into golden fur and their lips mash together so hard it makes Espio’s body reel, for a moment that could well be eternity.

Burning.

Electrifying.

So much, all around him, bliss and infinity.

So much power he holds in a tender embrace, turning his whole world gold and bringing everything that has been lost here back to life, and so much love Silver feels for him and he feels for Silver.

Espio figures the only reason they break the kiss is because of a very impatient “Silver, get over here!” from high above, the younger golden hedgehog’s eyes shooting up guiltily.

“I think Sonic needs me,” gets mumbled against Espio’s mouth, the chameleon drawing his head away away with great regret. They are absolutely wasting time with this, the heavy thuds and gashunks of robots that must have evaded their friends slowly but surely nearing their position. For Silver or the Emeralds, possibly both; his beloved has a task to fulfil now, and Espio knows he will do so marvellously.

“Then go,” the chameleon repeats, overheated hands pulling themselves out of Silver’s raised tuft of fur and smoothing out his beloved’s prickly quills by instinct. “I’ll handle things here.”

A final kiss gets pressed to his brow, making his scales tingle and burn. Any injury on his own body has all but faded away, a quick look-over reveals alongside a quiet laugh from within his embrace. “For good luck,” Silver grins... before drawing a deep breath and pulling away as well, and Espio has to shield his eyes after all as golden light floods his vision anew and his beloved blasts up towards the sky, where the first golden spark is already madly dashing around Eggman’s giant robot with black smoke wafting from it at multiple places. With a second spark of light joining, Espio is certain the battle won’t last long anymore, nor will it end in Eggman’s favour; but until then, he himself has a promise to fulfil here on the ground to give his beloved all the support he can provide.

Espio spins on his heels and grabs his kunai, and robot after robot falls in an endless sea of golden flowers.

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🥰 a fluff WIP snippet

From Flowers In A Desolate World (my desire to change this title is growing by the day); it's not one hundred percent fluff, but it features a very happy Silver, and I feel like it counts as well.

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Eggman Nega was gone.

Silver had no idea how long he stood on the grassy grounds of Quartz Island, just staring up at the sky. The blue sky, dotted with a white cloud here and there like how he loved to see it so, the purple-expanse-turned-blue where the glowing swirls of a portal to another dimension had spazzed and jolted before fading away into dazzling sparks. With behind it the one person he hated and detested more than anything else trapped at the mercy of the monster that would have ruined this whole world, neither to ever be seen again.

Because of him.

He’d always known. He had been certain he could put a stop to this disaster, that the world of his future that had suddenly become a ruined inferno could be rescued, that his second trip to the past would be a success. It went almost exactly like how he had imagined it, in the little time he had spent thinking it over while madly rushing back in time towards Eggman Nega and this tiny island; he would put a stop the madman and the Ifrit and find a way to ensure neither could ever come back, to prevent the world from ever needing to suffer under their tyranny again.

And that had gone just perfect, and now a bright, dazzling smile graced Silver’s muzzle and got shot towards Espio beside him, and the sun was shining and the sky was blue and Eggman Nega was gone.

“What are your plans now?” the chameleon calmly spoke up, fiddling with some bandages to wrap around a scrape the Ifrit had inflicted on him. Espio had been such a huge help, the one thing Silver hadn’t expected but which had turned out to be precisely what he needed. Though, for his question the hedgehog had no answer, and thus he shrugged.

“I don’t know- well, I must go back to my era and see if it truly is saved.” But of course it was, there was no other option. “Really, thank you for your help, Espio. I’m going to miss you,” Silver added, the buzzing feeling of elatedness and delight in his chest only growing at the other’s fond chuckle.

“You are injured too, you know. I cannot in good conscience let you go back to your own era without at least offering you some hospitality in mine.”

Hand rubbing behind his head shyly – most people in the future behaved alright enough, daily mishaps aside, but everyone in the past was just so kind and welcoming and open-minded in comparison – Silver hummed. “I mean, it feels... irresponsible? To just go sight-seeing here? My duty is not over yet; I must return to the future and see if it is a happy one.” But that did not take away that a part of him did really want to stay, just for a while, to see how things were different between the two times and enjoy the company of the one friend and few acquaintances he had made here some more...

Espio raised one eyebrow, almost comically, and before he knew it Silver was laughing. “Okay, okay, I’ll stay here for a bit longer,” the hedgehog conceded. “But only because that’s what you want!”

“I reiterate my earlier statement,” the response came, Espio’s tail flicking over to the vast expanse of the island behind them. “Sonic and Tails are going to the Chao Garden here, if I am not mistaken. How about we join them, and travel to the mainland together afterwards? I am certain they would love to get to know you in calmer circumstances. We have much to talk about, after all.”

“We do. And I would like that,” Silver agreed, the world outside him glowing in the light of the setting sun as he took a step away from his last memories of Eggman Nega and the Ifrit. And another, and another, Espio calmly walking at his side and Silver barely able to stop himself from skipping and bouncing like a child. So much ahead of him, making him even more excited and bolstering his resolve only further with every breath he took. First this island, then this world. First the people here, then everybody else. First recover, then go back to the future.

With new people here in the past to carry in his heart and mind, who had promised him their friendship, and a soaring flutter of happiness went through Silver’s chest once more. Because for a moment, everything had seemed to go wrong, but then had gone so, so right instead.

Because of him, because of him, because of him.

#thanks for the ask! ^-^#silver the hedgehog #espio the chameleon #espilver #blue's writing

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7, 22 and 25 for bushmed! for that ask game hehe. lets HEAR IT then

WHEEEE OMFG CC ASK.... YEASSSSSSSS HEHEHE picks up my quill... lets get to it

7. Who is the more romantic one? surprisingly(?) i think sniper. once he's comfortable in a relationship he has nooo problem doting on his partner! sniper's a listener by nature and loves picking up on small details or things about medic (i wrote a mini fic about sniper breeding exotic/poisonous plants for medic bc he mentioned offhand that he'd love to have access to them but doesn't have time to grow them himself) that could be translated well into romantic gestures!! i think sniper heavily considers like... concepts of what romance is ("giving medic Evil Plants is romantic") whereas medic's superpower is just making anything romantic ("we're going to go look for bones postgame together it will be romantic no matter what!") if that makes sense! part of my fics is sniper figuring out that romance is a very subjective concept that's defined by the relationship itself, not by conventionality! and once he learns that it comes decently easily to him i think hehe!

22. How do they apologize after arguments? honestly i think they both went into the relationship knowing that they have other priorities, lives, etc outside of Medic X Sniper (LOL) so i don't see them Truly Arguing a lot. most of the time if things are shitty they just work through it as best they can. However i think sniper is the less emotionally mature one, but both are pretty prideful. medic can sometimes not be so aware of others emotions (whereas sniper is very aware of others emotions) so sometimes clashing is inevitable. i think medic would hand out apologies as long as you could explain to him like "hey this is why this upset me" and he'd be like "ohhh! i never thought of it that way! i apologize!", whereas getting sniper to both Admit Fault and articulate how he feels might be a bit of a challenge sometimes... but that's okay! medic is patient and ultimately loves learning about his partner so sniper can take all the time he needs :) i imagine they'd take a little bit of space from one another to think about how they feel and then when they come back together they have little "gifts" for each other (usually some kind of Favorite little treat that can be shared. coffee, a snack, etc) and talk it out!

25. What is their dream home? Do they buy a place together? Who plans the decorations and who does the heavy lifting? AUGAUGAUGUAGAAAAAHHHH ive put a gross amount of thought into this for someone who thinks that them "truly settling down/retiring" is fairly unlikely... however... if i'm being indulgent... i think their dream home would be something p simple, subtle, nothing Extravagant. somewhere on the coast somewhere (germany or australia; neither are opposed to either one!) where they can make it their own. sniper could (and Would) build a small greenhouse and a place for medic's doves to play safely... they'd have a garden and could/would be entire self sufficient, but still within a decent traveling distance to a town/city nearby if need be (in case medic brings sniper home greasy fast food after he knows he's been working on the house all day and sniper could weep with joy KSDKDSF)... medic would Leap to decorate the interior... i think they'd both have pretty similar decor styles... medic would insist that sniper's taxidermy is displayed (and all of medic's fun little Oddities In Jars), they'd have a small lil library/study area for all of their books and instruments, a fireplace would be an absolute must...

and of course they'd have a little car park for sniper's van :') who is mostly the retired one of the three of them! <- they'd laugh about that probably... medic is super hands on and would be following sniper around being like "mhmm. aha, and what do we do next! can i help!" and it would be Truly something they'd build Together... their mantle would have the lil urns of medic's doves or hootsie when they pass.. a rack with some of sniper's mum's blankets she made (i don't think he'd keep a LOT from his family but blankets seem like something he'd swear he wasn't gonna take and then would frown and grab them and bundle them under his arm and put them in his van :'( sdkfkd)... like i think it would Very Much be Both of their spaces...

one of my favorite things to think about is that i think their bed would be against the wall... and sniper would sleep against the wall... like in his loft bed in his camper ykwim.. just a sweet little "comfort" thing that medic just took it upon himself to be like "we only need one night stand! you should sleep against the wall :) trust me!" and it just sticks.... bc medic knows thats just a little Thing about sniper that he knows sniper would like... hehe... AUGAOGUAOGUAAAAA

#THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK I LITERALLY LEAPED TO ANSWER IT #ILYYYYSMSMSMSMSSMSMMSMS #dutchfoolery #dutchiehcs #asks #AGUAOGAUUGAGA #ALSO SORRY THEYRE SO LONG JESUS #medsnip

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