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askkirbyocs · 3 months

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🩷ASK MY KIRBY OCs!!🩵

My other blog is called @asktadckrew

Check out my AO3 account: Manxwashehe

There's a lot of lore there

Story names:

Into the Mirror (btw Into the Mirror is cringe af so yeah but it's important also not canon anymore) 17+

The Scuttlebug Club 17+

The Scuttlebug Club: THE WAR OF SUCCUBUS 17+

Beyond the Døllhouse (first episode just came out) 17+

Our Favorite Søldier (not posted yet) 17+

Cosmic Frontiers (not posted yet) 13+ (Marx says a swear word)

Fun Facts!!:

In Our Favorite Søldier, there are two AUs intertwined so you gotta specify which AU you're asking

Meta Knight's last name is Martínez

Proto is obviously a self insert please don't bully me for that

The Dreamy Gear Kirby is an adult

Taranza got remarried

Bandee and Susie have a daughter named Lumie

There's a difference between Magolor and Magolør (Magolør is Dreamy Gear)

Dreamy Gear Meta Knight is transgender

Marx has had 4 1/2 exes

Darx is non-binary

Jecra's fling/Knuckle Joe's mother's name is Juliette

Magalie is transgender! Male to Female (She/Her and They/Them please!)

Marx is intersex

Meta Knight's nickname is Alexander so he's Meta Knight "Alexander" Martínez

FAMILIES:

Martínez Family: Garlude, Meta Knight, Proto, Sirica, Sailor Waddle Dee, Kirby, Kit, Poyolicious, Comet (formerly), Persimmon (deceased), Bellatrix (formerly), Lotus

Koshkin Family: Beelzebub (Magolor's mother, not the deadly sin), Hyness, Zan Partizanne, Magolor (Zan and magolor are twins), Flamberge, Francisca, Wyllo, Freya (Francisca and Flamberge's daughter) Madeline, Nova and Cosmo (Marx and Magolor's kids. Nova is a girl Cosmo is a boy), Sleep-zee (Magolor and Marstella's daughter)

Koshkin family cousins: Vividria, NESP

Astrea Family: Marx, Nova and Cosmo, Shadow Kirby, Suīka (suīka is a boy), Lemon and Lime, Blinx

Florabelle Family: Taranza, Sectonia (formerly), Magnolia, Nectar, Marmalade, Rosie, Lunaria

Haltmann Family: Susie, Bandee (kinda) Lumie

The other Martínez Family (Galacta's side): Galacta Knight, Callista, Sniper Knight, Gooey, Galaxy and Callisto, Ceres, Sirius, Astra and Cyclone, Phillip aka Pip

The Skielar Family: Marcī, Hennry, Angelica (AKA Magalie! Magalie is transgender woman), Eliza, And Jazzmynn! Proto (he's their sibling too)

King Dedede's kids: Bandana Waddle Dee, Scribble, Doodle

Sweet Family: The Confection King, Sugaree Sweet/Artzy, Sir Chip, Mon Roll

The sweet family belong to @browniboxx

Korn Family: Carrie, Kathy, Trikk & Treet

Cosmia Family: Queen Cassiopeia, Princess Andromeda, Max (he's a pet but he counts anyway)

COUPLES!!:

Dreamy Gear Meta Knight and Dreamy Gear Magolør

Dreamy Gear Kirby and my OC, Praline

Bandana Waddle Dee and Susie Haltmann

Sniper Knight (oc), Galacta Knight, and Callista (another oc)

Sir Dragato (Galahad) and Sir Falspar

Waddle Dee and Tiff (WADDLE DEE IS A PEDOPHILE AND I FUCKING HATE HIM pls don't support this ship I just want to make my readers mad) (haha the Skielar sisters killed him)

Taranza and Magnolia

Gryll and Prince Fluff

Jecra and Juliette

Proto, Meta Knight/Alexander, and Garlude

Marie and Magolor (arranged marriage)

Kandyland Cast:

These characters belong to @browniboxx

The Confection King and Queen Cassiopeia

Sir Chip and Kandi Sugarose

Mon Roll and Creme Brulee (MON ROLL AND CREME BRULEE ARE MINORS)

Plutø and The Seven Dwarfs:

Plutø (Fae Goddess yass)

Star (AKA Proto/Cry-Baby)

Moon (AKA Taranza)

Yin and Yang (AKA Marx/Hyacinth. THEY AREN'T SIBLINGS, THEY'RE ACTUALLY DATING)

Crystalline (AKA Magolor/Amulette)

Sky (Her real name is Dream but ew. AKA Marstella/Melatonin)

Aeon Hero and The Seven Heavenly Virtues:

Aeon Hero

Pazienza (Patience)

El (Temperance)

Lucretius (Charity)

Millie (Kindness)

Miralax (Diligence)

Phoebus (Chastity)

Hortensia (Humility)

Marcī and The Seven Deadly Sins:

Marcī (Queen of Succubus)

Vesperrolii (he's literally bootleg Fizzarolii and he's also Asmo's boyfriend)

Satan (Wrath)

Beelzebub (Gluttony)

Mammon (Greed)

Leviathan (Envy)

Belphegor (Sloth)

Asmodeus (Lust)

Lucifer (Pride)

GHOST FAES AKA MOONLINGS:

Suqarplxm (She was Proto now she's Cry-Baby)

Cookii (Yin)

Creme (Yang)

Cascade (Crystalline)

Aurora (Marstella)

Beyond the Døllhouse:

Cry-Baby (Proto)

Hyacinth (Yin and Yang)

Melatonin (Dream/Sky)

Amulette (Crystalline)

Molly McDolly (She's not a rebirth but she's got Cry-Baby's powers)

Melanie (also a fae)

Øphelia (another fae)

Brittany (she's secretly an orphan also another fae)

Luna (Taranza's daughter)

Kelly (little bitch she's not a fae)

Kittie (also not a fae. She copies Cry-Baby)

Mirror World Counterparts:

Darx (Mirror Marx)

Dark Meta Knight (Dreamy Gear)

Shadow Dedede (only in the Dreamy Gear AU)

Shadow Kirby

Corrupt Kirby (Mirror Shadow Kirby)

Marziepan (Mirror Marcī)

Shadow Bandana Waddle Dee

Skippy (Normal DMK)

Shadow Kirby (Dreamy Gear)

Proto (Mirror Magolor, formerly)

Shadow Spinndle

Dark Taranza

Parallel Susie

MARX'S EXES:

Skippy

Marcī (kinda)

Magolor (formerly)

Marstella

Magalie/Angelica

He was crushing on Magolør but nope

REVIVED:

Magolor

Proto

Dead Peeps:

Marstella (cause of death: drowned in the ocean)

Yin and Yang (cause of death: hung by Uma and HyperGlitch)

Persimmon (cause of death: shot with a pistol in the thigh at 3 years old)

HyperGlitch (cause of death: Proto beat her to death with an axe)

Lotus' unborn sister (cause of death: unknown)

Waddle Dee (cause of death: The Skielar Sisters ripped him apart)

Grape Gang:

Marx (leader)

Eugene

Maritza

Dark

Marcī

(WARNING!! DON'T BE OFFENDED BY THIS NAME! THE GRAPES HAVE DARK ASS HUMOR) The New KKK:

Marx (leader!! Disc User: MamaMarx)

Eugene (DatPinkPuffball)

Maritza (MariTheGrapist)

Dark (MyTwo)

Marcī (GrapeyYoshī)

F.R.I.T.Z (aka Fritz. RoboticJester84)

Neebee (FluffysHusbando)

Fluffy (FluffysAdventure)

Meta Knight (ImmaFaerie)

Darx (MirrorMarxy)

Corrupt Kirby (MustyMang0)

Magolør (Evil!Magolør)

Plutø (SnøwWhite)

Violyte (VibrantEchoes64)

ButterScotch (LiceLicker)

Philippa (PippaPipKin)

Magolor (StaleBaguette!)

Francisca (IceKween)

Flamberge (FLAMETHROWER)

Zan Partizanne (ThunderBringer)

Proto (SuqarplxmPARIDA)

RULES:

Suggestive asks are allowed (Sniper Knight would love them)

Don't be a bigot

Don't be weird towards the minorz

WARNING!!

The grapes make very offensive jokes so don't be offended by them pls

Be safe and have fun!!

#kirby series #kirby au #kirby dreamy gear #kirby oc #kirby anime #ask them anything #ask the characters #ask the artist #kirby fandom #kirby gsa #i love them #be safe #mature audiences only

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givemewallywestorgivemedeath · 1 year

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Figuring out Adams' new team because it's killing me and I make charts to cope:

Confirmed: Irey West, Jai West, Maxine Baker

Strongly hinted at: Cerdian of Shayeris, Robert Long

Very likely: Lian Harper, Mar'i Grayson, Kathy Branden

Potentially one of: Maps Mizoguchi, Mara al Ghul, Maya Ducard, Tiffany Fox, Sin Lance

Potentially one of (but unlikely): Tai Pham, Keli Quintela, Milagro Reyes

Potentially (but unlikely): Otho-Ra & Osul-Ra OR Chris Kent

Unlikely: Colin Wilkes, Johnny Tyler, Helen Jordan, Rani Carter

(Reminder: the # of kids will likely be 6-8)

#additional reminder: Adams isn't allowed to use Damian or Jon #okay final thoughts #blue for meta orange for alien green for gl and red for no powers #top two are set #third row are all extremely strong contenders #i think ONE of the red line picks could be in it as well. especially if he isn't allowed to use Lian #the bottom three lines? i would be shocked #Keli or Tai i could see. but people famously didn't like Keli and using Tai when he's under the creative control of another writer is...#it might not fly. and milagro isn't actually a gl. thats fanon #so that whole line just. is extremely unlikely.#the kent twins are in the superfam book and idk that theyd share creative control tbh #and adding chris kent back into canon after Clark adopted two other kids and the superfam is doing a whole series?#can't see editorial being okay with that #colins powers aren't really team oriented. johnny would be the third speedster on the team. helen doesn't have powers or training #and Rani... well actually idk. Gold Beetle would probably be related to Rani but... nah GB is endgame for Jai #they wouldn't put Rani and GB into Jai's storyline #imo? max 8 kids. there are already five.#so you can mix and match three other kids.#(keeping in mind that you will probably need at least one red)#tbh Sin is a very strong contender if he can't use Lian because he personally likes Sin a lot.#if Mar'i can't be used then Maps or Tiffany cause the bat rep #Kathy is just a strong contender all around. powers? check. right age? check. suit? check. experience? check. blank slate writing wise? yep #plus Adams knows about her which is half the battle #Maya would go with Kathy though. they are a package deal #oof #this is my last time posting about this i swear.... for today #going a little insane over the possibilities because this is kinda everything ive ever wanted/dreamed about #and having this actually happen would be insane #dc #dc comics

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lizisshortforlizard · 9 months

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Living Dangerously - Chapter 27

Jurassic Park’s animal handlers: none of them ever mentioned by name in Michael Crichton’s original novel. Who were they? What were their lives like on Isla Nublar? Did any of them survive the disaster?

A year in the life of those responsible for the care of the dinosaurs. Many people would kill to have their jobs.

But would they die for it?

Jurassic Park novel/Jurassic Park film (1993)

Viewpoint: 3rd person female oc

Warnings: alcoholism and consequences thereof, animal abuse in a circus context

Tagging: @heresthefanfiction @ocappreciation @wordspin-shares @howlingmadlady @arrthurpendragon @themaradwrites @starryeyes2000 (please lmk if you would like informed of my sporadic updates)

Read on Ao3

Chapter 26 | Chapter 28

The King of Wishful Thinking - Go West

Lizzy still remembered the very first real elephant she ever saw. Tragically, not a majestic wild creature roaming the savannah. That particular elephant was a heavily scarred, cowering soul with a chain around her neck, from when she and her siblings had gone to visit the Kelvin Hall Circus that had descended upon Glasgow in the early 1970s.

Lizzy was still a kid, she honestly didn’t know any better, how cruel it was. The poor animal was entertainment. They all were, the lions, zebras and hyenas. And of course, the stars. The Big Attraction. The elephants.

Halfway through the act Lizzy had gotten the uneasy feeling something was wrong. The old elephant was twisting her trunk up in distress as she moved around the ring, the whites of her eyes showing. And God, the smell seeping through from the pachyderm lodgings at the back of the building was sickening, the heavy scent of ammonia and manure burning in her nostrils. They definitely hadn’t smelled like healthy animals.

The ringmaster had ignored the creatures’ discomfort and cracked his whip, the elephant mounting the step to begin her most impressive trick, walking the tightrope.

Lizzy’s heart had been in her mouth the entire time, the crowd had whooped and cheered, and then the old beast had collapsed, toppled to the sawdust-covered floor while coming off the platform at the other end of the tightrope, crashing limply to the ground and lying motionless.

The ringmaster had sworn, and struck the animal with his whip, over and over, but the elephant wouldn’t get up.

The audience had eventually been ushered out early. No money back.

She remembered covering her youngest brother’s ears as the twin bang-bang of the shotgun had risen over the jaunty pipe organ music, following them out of the door.

Lizzy lost her appetite for the circus after that.

As it turned out, a collapsing elephant and a collapsing Tyrannosaur made a very similar sound.

Isla Nublar, present day. The Rex had begun to sway drunkenly, worse by the second. Lizzy had gotten as far as pointing while stammering “T-tom…” before the dinosaur disappeared from view behind the fence with a long-drawn out grunt. There was an almighty racket of splintering wood as she crashed straight through a grove of monkey puzzle trees before she hit the deck, then ominous silence.

“Oh, Hell…I think my radio’s dead!” Lizzy clicked the call button on the side before whacking it with her open palm ineffectually. “Give me yours!”

”Dude, I haven’t got one…”

They stared at each other. The tyrannosaur groaned.

Going to have to run.

”I’m faster.” Tom took off through the trees like a hare before hounds, hurdling tree trunks and roots while Lizzy ran to the paddock fence.

***

Well, just beat my seven minute mile. Tom thought upon stumbling into the staff lodge. His calves were on fire. He began hammering on doors and yelling for the veterinarian. Someone had to be here, anyone.

Then he heard Muldoon and Baker answering him. Oh thank you Lord. Thank you Father for I have sinned.

“Really wrong?” Kathy quoted with raised eyebrows once he located the both of them. “What do you mean?”

“I dunno man, she just went down like a Goodyear blimp!” He leaned against the wall for support. “We might need the strong stuff.”

”The ‘strong’ stuff?” Muldoon raised an eyebrow.

Tom nodded. “The more permanent stuff.”

His frame of reference was old farm horses whose legs went out from underneath them, and seldom got up again. Tommy, got get the shotgun-

As far as he was concerned, the Rex was toast.

Meanwhile, Gerry Harding had emerged from his own room, blinking. “Someone call for a doc?”

“Emergency-“ Tom wheezed like an eighty-year-old asthmatic.

Gotta quit smoking.

“Exciting!” Harding instantly became more animated. “Let me go grab my kit!”

“Do you know where Lizzy is?” Kathy asked Tom quietly.

“With the Rex.”

Muldoon’s head snapped around nearly fast enough to give himself whiplash. She’s where?! “Not in the paddock with her?!” Kathy was alarmed.

”Well…huh-” Tom shrugged. “She wasn’t when I left…”

“Let’s hope that’s still the case.” Muldoon said glumly.

“What’s all this racket, then?” Richardson added to the chorus of voices in the hall.

“Mr Richardson, Rexy’s down. C’mon, help us.” Tom beckoned him out of his room.

“We clocked off at five today.” The animal supervisor didn’t seem enthused.

“Yeah, so?” He didn’t see the issue.

“Going into the park out of hours, and especially at night is not my business, Thomas.” The shorter man said irately. “It’s not yours either.”

Tom’s lip curled in irritation. He didn’t have time for this bullshit. An animal was suffering, and his boss didn’t even seem to care.

He couldn’t take it anymore.

“Hey, screw you, man.” He turned his back to leave.

”Thomas, if you go back out there with that lot tonight, I’m not giving you any more chances.”

Kathy overheard them.

Huh? What does that mean?

But her thought was forgotten quickly, gone in the flurry of activity as doors opened and yet more animal handlers flooded the corridor, all wanting to lend a hand as word spread quickly. She quickly tried to brief them all on a vague plan.

Rexy was a popular girl, it seemed.

“So be it.” Richardson muttered as he shut his door on the ruckus.

“Meet you guys out front. Hey!” Kathy snatched the car keys straight from Muldoon’s hand. She wasn’t forgetting the state he was in earlier in a hurry. “You can’t drive!”

”It’s a stick shift, neither can you, Baker!”

His voice followed her out into the night as Kathy sprinted for the garage.

***

“All right, folks. I think…-“ Gerry Harding concluded, removing the stethoscope from his ears and patting the scaly skin of the prone Tyrannosaur. “-she has a heart murmur.”

“Reptiles can have heart murmurs?” Kathy queried, extremely worried about the fate of one of her biggest charges. She’d honestly thought the big girl was a goner.

”They’re birds though, aren’t they? Dinosaurs.” Isaac nudged her.

”I presume anything with a heart can.” Harding said casually. “In the meantime, don’t be alarmed if it happens again.”

”So, if she collapses, just let her come around by herself?”

“Yep. I treated a Hyacinth Macaw for a heart murmur back in San Diego Zoo.” Harding recalled. “Sometimes he’d just fall off his perch. The keepers had to modify the enclosure for him.”

“We now have a fainting Tyrannosaur as one of our visitor attractions?” Muldoon couldn't believe it. “Oh, good. Hammond will be so very pleased.”

Harding was still mid-anecdote, undeterred. “Anyway, prescribed him beta blockers and he was still alive when I left the place, so I must have been right. Damn bird made sure to bite me on my last day, in fact.”

Muldoon made an unhappy noise.

”What’s wrong, buddy?”

“Harding, if you put the Rex on beta blockers, I’m going to have to be beyond careful if the damn thing needs tranquillised at short notice ever again.” “You aren’t beyond careful with that stuff anyway?” Harding sounded amused.

“I could end up killing it. Quite easily, in fact.”

Better not drink, then Lizzy thought bitterly. If it’s delicate work.

“We’ll weigh up the pros and cons in the morning.” Harding brushed worries aside with a huge yawn. “But, my professional diagnosis? Heart murmur. Needs meds. Got some math to do.”

“Dosage?” Lizzy asked.

”Mhhm.” He smiled at her grimly. “They’re usually in pill form, and I’m unsure if blockers come in such a thing as thousand-packs.”’

“That’s InGen’s problem to solve, not yours.”

”Yeah, but I hate having to ask the big bosses for things I might not get.”

Gerry missed his state-of-the-art veterinary clinic on the California mainland where he could send his staff out to collect obscure medications, and have them waiting on the desk in his office later that same afternoon. San Diego had the Good Drugs.

“You should know she doesn’t always eat every day either.” Lizzy pointed out. “And that, my darling, is yours and Muldoon’s problem to solve, not mine.” Harding countered sarcastically. “Maybe you can hide the pills in some peanut butter.”

And he chuckled at the thought of the small woman lobbing a soccer ball-sized lump of Jif into the Tyrannosaurus enclosure.

The team dispersed, but the vet motioned at Lizzy to help him carry his kit out of the enclosure.

Something was off, about the way she was acting around Muldoon, and she’d looked decidedly shifty when he’d left the responsibility of getting meds into Rexy up to the pair of them.

The ethologist did a double take when she noticed Harding was watching her intensely as they made their way back up the hill.

“What?” She demanded. “Why are you staring at me?”

”Did you and the big man have a falling out?” Harding asked matter-of-factly. “You haven’t said a word to him all night.”

”None of your business!” Her voice was an octave higher than usual.

Harding smiled knowledgeably. “That’s a yes. So, you’re free for dinner tomorrow?”

“I’d sooner contract malaria than be related to your daughter, Mister-Sarah’s-Dad.”

They reached the veterinarian’s Jeep.

“I am nothing if not persistent.”

”Pestilent, more like.”

“Seriously though, Liz, I’ve been thinking.”

”Well, that’s never good.”

“I did some research. You know how selective breeding for desirable characteristics in dogs can lead to certain health conditions?”

”I didn’t really, but I’ll take your word for it.” Lizzy had never owned a dog, despite desperately wanting one, especially when she’d lived in New York. She’d have been happy with a mongrel. But both Simon and their landlord had denied her. Allergies, Simon had claimed, sniffling for effect.

“Hip dysplasia in German Shepherds, dermatitis in Dalmatians, and blood clotting disorders in Bassett Hounds. Pre-disposal to cancer, leukaemia, brain tumours. Orthopaedic problems and hearing loss.”

”Jesus. Okay.” Lizzy frowned. Maybe her ex had done her a favour by refusing to become a dog owner. “Where are you heading with this?”

There was a faint cheer from the animal handlers.

“Gerry, she’s up!” Kathy called over from near the fence.

The veterinarian graced her with a nod and a wave. ”I also read that the Mesozoic had much higher concentrations of oxygen in the atmosphere than the present-day. And I got to thinking, these animals were made in the lab, right?”

“They’re poorly suited to live on a Costa Rican island in 1992? They’re all effectively asthmatic?”

“Maybe. If we consider them as birds, that animal is built all wrong. Look at her legs, the way she walks. She’s been selectively bred, like a pedigree dog. She looks like she’s skipped a few generations and gone straight to inbreeding depression. I don’t think real dinosaurs looked like that, at all.”

“Which I’m guessing is a problem, physiologically-speaking?”

”The problem is, this island is severely lacking in ethics.” Harding told her, as if the word tasted bad. “And heart murmurs are usually congenital.”

”You think Rexy has genetically-engineered hip dysplasia?”

“I think she’s in pain.” Harding said. “She doesn’t know any different, but I wouldn’t be surprised if it hurts her to exist.”

***

When the cavalry had arrived on the scene at the Tyrannosaur paddock with a screech of brakes, fortunately, Armstrong had not already scaled the fence into the paddock, Muldoon noted with relief.

Instead, she was hopping foot to foot near the gate, desperate to get inside. Yes, she was still breathing. No, she hasn’t gotten to her feet yet the ethologist confirmed. It was not more than ten minutes since Kennedy had raised the alarm. The boy was fast.

But of course, Muldoon couldn’t allow neither Armstrong nor Harding to do their jobs until he had done his.

Insurance shot. Not as dramatic, but it meant the dinosaur wouldn’t be waking up to surprise them all anytime soon.

Kathy and Lizzy had swapped glances while they were waiting for the gate to be opened, a wordless exchange. You with me? Team?

I’m with you. Team.

Guilty, tired grins and relief from both sides. Their falling out remedied with a single look.

They were going to be alright.

But Muldoon wouldn’t have her forgiveness quite so easy, Lizzy had already decided.

The Rex lay prone, blood slowly oozing out of her jaws from biting her own tongue as she’d fallen.

Flies were still buzzing in a black cloud, despite the temperature dropping and wisps of fog beginning to drift in off the sea as Harding began his examination, wrinkling his nose at the odour that followed the dinosaur around as closely as a shadow.

Now, panic over, the Rex up and on her feet again, Armstrong was still staying far away, helping Harding to pack his kit back into the Jeep, not even glancing up at him in passing.

Muldoon wasn’t a fan of the silent treatment. Not at all. The irony just made it sting more.

Now she stops talking. Of course.

“Armstrong?” She kept her head down, as if she’d heard nothing. Bloody woman was deliberately ignoring him. “Armstrong. Can we sort this out?”

Oh jeez. Here we go she thought.

“Sort what out?” Lizzy tried acting nonchalant when she finally spoke. “There’s nothing to sort. Everything’s fine.”

She still wouldn’t look at him, pottering around, mouthing numbers as she pretended to count hypodermic needles. He could tell she was faking it.

Lizzy soon realised her act wasn’t convincing enough and quickly turned to leave, hoping to slip away. But Muldoon’s arm shot out to stop her, blocking her escape route with his hand firm against the Jeep door.

“What are you doing?” She asked flatly.

”Five minutes.” He’d had just about enough of the selective muteness. “You’re being immature.”

“I am being professional.” She insisted. “I’m no longer mixing my work and my private life. They stay separate from now on. I should have done that from the start. Maybe Richardson had a point, for once.”

“Well, I don’t like it.”

“What you like is no long-…eh…none of my concern. I only want to talk about the dinosaurs while we’re at work, please.”

Her voice was getting increasingly louder. People were starting to stare.

Muldoon glanced at Kathy for help, who just shrugged and mouthed you got this.

Well, if Armstrong wasn’t above dirty tactics, neither was he.

Last resort.

“As you wish.” He paused. “Elizabeth.”

The ethologist froze.

Muldoon continued. “If you want to be professional, then it’s alright to use your full name, isn’t it?”

Kathy and Isaac, open-mouthed, began edging slowly backwards away from the epicentre.

“Oh, you-“ When Lizzy finally looked straight at him, her face was screwed up in annoyance.

Eye contact. At last.

“Five minutes. That’s all. Sort this out.” He dared her. “Come on, let’s have it.”

“On one condition.” She agreed frostily.

“Which is?”

She took a few deep breaths before she spoke, practically burning a hole in the ground with an intense stare. Most likely counting to ten, he imagined.

Good.

“My name is Lizzy. Not Elizabeth. Not Armstrong. Lizzy. Lih-zee.”

”I’m aware of that, yes.”

”Then use it.” She demanded. “Say my name.”

“Oh, snap.” Kathy breathed.

Isaac whispered “What’s going on?”

”I’ll explain later, hun. Just- shhh.”

“Alright. Lizzy-“ It’s fine. Got to compromise. It’s fine. “Can we please go somewhere else to discuss this?”

“Hm. Better.” One corner of her mouth turned up. “Okay, you’ve got five minutes.”

“Oh…my…God…” Kathy was beside herself.

”What just happened?” Isaac was stumped. “What’s the big deal?”

”Muldoon has used her actual first name, that I know of, exactly once before.” She checked side-to-side to see if anyone else had picked up on the significance. “That was the second time. Do you know how many times he’s called me Kathy?”

”Uh…never?” He hazarded.

”Correct!” Kathy pointed at the heavens triumphantly. ”Certainly never in front of the other guys. Ugh, I wish I’d snuck into the back seat. This is huge. Mega, even.”

“If you say so.” Isaac shrugged. He clearly didn’t care as much about behavioural nuances. “She kind of made him do it.”

”Mega!” Kathy announced again.

“Hey, want to go get a popsicle before we turn in?” Tom cheerfully appeared over her left shoulder. “Got a hankering for something cold.”

“I-…” Kathy nearly refused, given their shared history, but since truces seemed to be the theme of the night she decided to go along with it. And she never said no to ice cream. “Sure?”

***

“Well, I’m listening.” Lizzy stared straight ahead through the recently-mended Jeep windscreen.

“I am painfully aware of that.” Muldoon sounded anything but enthusiastic. “Makes a nice change.”

“Yeah, right. You lasted, what, four hours? Clearly missed me talking to you.”

“At me.” He corrected.

“At you.” She agreed. “Your turn.”

Just silence. Nothing happened.

Lizzy had just about had enough of him closing himself off at a time like this.

“Talk.” She prompted. “For once. Just talk. It’s me, for Christ’s sake.”

Muldoon honestly wanted to tell her everything, but where to begin? The words weren’t coming liked he’d assumed, hoped, they would, now they were alone.

Lizzy sighed, realising she was being a tad callous.

She saw how much he was struggling, and she felt bad for him. She’d been there herself. A long time ago. A mixture of too shy and too stubborn to say what was wrong.

She picked at the stitching on the Jeep’s seat covers under her legs.

God, she really didn’t want to be here, didn’t want to do this. It was so awkward. But she figured it was time. There was no point in him trying to explain his story if she wasn’t willing to share hers. She wanted him to understand why it hurt so much.

More than that, Lizzy did want to move on. She wanted him back.

She needed him.

Their relationship, professional or otherwise, could never be the same as before. But maybe it had potential to still work, somehow.

She’d have to put the effort in. They both would.

And now she had to swallow her pride and lead the way. Jeff would be so disappointed in her if she didn’t at least try.

Lizzy had been given so many second chances in life, she knew it absolutely made her a hypocrite to be unwilling to pay it forward.

“Would it help-“ she offered. “-if I went first?”

“First?” He seemed surprised at her offer. “Only if you’re sure.”

”I think I need to. I’ve been putting it off for a long time, you may have noticed.” She fidgeted in the seat, bouncing her leg. “Don’t say anything until I’m done. If I stop talking, just…give me a minute.”

Breathe. Just breathe.

Lizzy started in Govan. Not long after that fateful visit to the circus. This time around, every moment she felt the wall threatening to come up, she fought it back down, almost running out of air with how desperate she was to keep her momentum going.

As promised, Muldoon just listened.

She explained why she wanted; no, rather needed to be called Lizzy so badly. It was the name her dad had chosen for her. My wee Busy-Lizzy. All that she had left of him now except memories. Not even a photograph.

How every time she was called Elizabeth, as she elaborated with a sly glance sideways, it felt like someone was sticking a pin in her ribs.

Elizabeth, like her mother had insisted on calling her. Or the school writing home when she was in trouble. The hospital admission band on her wrist when she found out she wasn’t pregnant anymore.

She left that last part out, thinking it might have been a bit much for the park warden.

”Well?” She finished abruptly. “What’s the verdict?”

He nodded slowly. “A lot of things make sense now.”

Massive understatement. Why she had been cagey and stand-offish around her birthday. Why she shot from her right, instead of her dominant side. Why she had quite rightly wanted nothing to do with him anymore outside of work.

He understood.

She’d be well within her rights to be on a ferry bound for the mainland the following evening and never want to see him again.

Lizzy’s leg stopped bouncing, the flight or fight ebbing away with each breath. But the emotion need to go somewhere and was threatening to manifest in the form of tears.

Don’t cry. Do not cry. We’re not done yet.

Her shoulder ached.

“Now you.” Lizzy’s voice wobbled. “Come on, you were the one who wanted to sort this out.”

“I know.”

Muldoon was far from happy.

This sort of talk warranted a few measures of Scotch beforehand.

But that’s what got us in this sorry mess in the first place.

He started more than four thousand miles South-East from Govan, and not quite as many years ago. He finished with the offer that he couldn’t refuse from InGen that felt like a lifeline, and the decision to leave his daughter in Kenya with her maternal grandparents until things had settled down.

“It wasn’t supposed to be this long.” He admitted. “But I thought she might be better off without me, for a while.”

“No!” Lizzy insisted. “A girl needs her dad. I could have told you that twenty years ago.”

“I have considered bringing her out here.”

As long as it’s safe.

“You’ve got to!” Lizzy nodded excitedly. “Come on, it takes a village.”

”It’s her schoolwork that’s the issue…I’ll think about it. Maybe next summer.”

“I’d love to meet her.” She offered sincerely. “María can teach her French, Rico can teach her Spanish. I’ve got Biology covered.”

“We’ll see.” It was a nice thought, but Muldoon didn’t want to get too optimistic just yet. “So, how do we move forward from here?”

“You’re still on your own with the, uh…drinking, I’m afraid.” She smiled sadly. “That is the one thing I can’t get involved with. Just can’t. Sorry.”

Lizzy genuinely was sorry. She would have done her best to be supportive, but for the sake of her own well-being, it was beyond her.

“Not true.” Muldoon insisted. “Not on my own.”

”Oh?”

“Baker tells me she’ll help.” He paused. “Not quite sure how she’s going to manage that.”

“Oh...”

That made a rather large difference to Lizzy. Her own mother hadn’t felt the need to change. Tom’s dad didn’t either. But this was different, though foreign to her. Muldoon clearly wanted to turn matters around.

It felt a little early for hope, but still…

“If Kathy says she will, then she’ll find a way.” Lizzy agreed. “She’s the best. I’m going to miss her, if she gets that job. ”

“Makes two of us. I got very lucky with my team here, that they do as I say.” She smirked when he turned to look at her. “Most of the time.”

“It’s showing initiative!” Lizzy exclaimed. “Thinking outside the box!”

”The box is there for a reason.” He replied, completely deadpan.

She laughed, even though she was torn two ways. Instinctively wanting to trust him, but knowing there was a very good reason she couldn’t just yet.

“I appreciate how difficult this is.”

”Haven’t even started.” Muldoon grimly wondered what ideas Baker had up her sleeve.

“Not that.” She elaborated. “I meant talking about things that obviously make you very uncomfortable.”

“It’s better with you.” Lizzy noticed he seemed surprised with himself at being so forthcoming. “You’re easier to talk to.”

“Good. I’m glad.”

There was a long pause. Fifteen seconds, or five minutes. It could have been either. Lizzy didn’t feel the need to break it.

“I like having you around.” Muldoon eventually said gruffly.

“I like being around- ” She started before she could stop herself.

You. I like being around you. Or at least I did.

”What do you mean by that?”

“I mean-“ Lizzy hesitated. “Eh…I don’t know what I mean, actually.”

She deliberated, playing with the end of her braid before she answered him. “ The closest I can put into words is that…the silences are comfortable. Or maybe I’m just comfortable with the silence. That doesn’t happen very often.”

“Hm. I agree.”

“It’s loud up here, sometimes.” She tapped just above where the metal arm of her glasses sat against her temple. “I have shout to hear myself.”

Muldoon was suddenly struck with a horrible thought.

“You’re not thinking of leaving, are you?”

“Kathy did try to talk me into it.” Lizzy admitted.

“And?”

“Already booked my flight out of here.” She winked. “Nah, I’m not going anywhere. But don’t you be giving me reasons to start looking.”

“Would you go back to Africa?”

”Probably.”

“Namibia?” Would she consider Kenya?

“I…don’t know, I haven’t really thought that far-…Hey, what’s with the questions? I already told you, I’m not leaving!”

“Hm. Good.”

Baker’s words echoed. It’s just a job. You’ll get another one.

“Unless you call me the E-word again.” She said sternly. “That really is unforgivable.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it…Lizzy.”

If Kathy had been present she would have lost her shit. The third time. Twice in one night. “Uh…shoot, it’s been longer than five minutes. Way longer.” Lizzy pointed out, glancing at her watch. “Not long until we’re back at work again, actually. We should go home.” That wasn’t what Muldoon wanted. He felt like driving further into the park, into a more isolated corner where it really felt like The Wild. Staying up until the sun rose over the East side of the island. Finding out more about her. There had to be more to her story than a miserable childhood.

Why had Blacklaw decided to take her under his wing? Given this scrawny little city-slicker the benefit of the doubt in a place like Africa, that should have, quite literally, eaten her alive?

Why was she still standing, after no less than ten years of living in the wild?

She’d overcome the tremendously bad hand she’d been dealt in life. But Muldoon felt she hadn’t quite told him everything yet.

“Better get you back to the lodge.” Was what he mumbled instead.

”Yeah.” Could have been wishful thinking, but she sounded disappointed too.

When they pulled up he saw the curtains in Baker’s room twitch. Still awake. Checking they were both back safe.

Muldoon was about to let her go without another word. But he needed to know.

“Armstrong?”

“Yes?” She was already jumping down from the passenger side.

”We’re alright now? You and I?”

Back to Armstrong. Back to some kind of normality. Lizzy was honestly glad of it. Haven’t even started the difficult part yet. Her conscience reminded her.

”We’re alright. But…”

“But?” He was expecting bad news.

”We could be better than alright again.” She grinned as she slammed the door, leaning back through the open window on her forearms. “That depends on how badly you want it. Good luck!”

The she tapped the Jeep door twice, and was gone without looking back.

Muldoon leaned back in the driver’s seat, thinking for a moment.

”That bloody woman.”

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Thanks for reading!

Yay, a Princess Bride reference!

But Muldoon saying “as you wish” to Lizzy has me wanting to skip ahead several chapters O.o

#jurassic park oc #living dangerously #welcome to jurassic park #oc: dr lizzy armstrong #jurassic park female oc #jurassic park #robert muldoon #robert muldoon x female oc #gerry harding #kathy

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qworflordking · 7 months

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Who wants to meet my OCs? Everyone does.

These characters are from a book I've been writing for a minute now, that i sadly won't be finishing by the end of year. I will finish it; I'll just be working like crazy over the winter, and I make no promises.

Kathi | Age: Close enough to 30 to feel weird about it | Sign: ..... | Location: an ancient Atlantean continent Theme Song: Lauv: Fuck, I'm Lonely

BIO: After years of drought, working in the slaughterhouse, and being unwilling to fulfill the clan duties of a patriarch, Kathi left his clan of grass-mad fundamentalists to become a slave for the military and, soon enough, a proper Kevasti citizen. Soon enough. He's so close. He just has to put up with it a little longer, just a little longer, and he might be treated with respect. He may even be able to buy a house, someday. Except he's getting older, working as a prison guard imprisoning his own people isn't what he wanted to do, and a real man of the clan ought to have five wives and fifteen children by now. The biological clock is ticking. When he sees an illegal migrant and their child thrown in prison, he can't help but take pity.

The Blackwater | Age: old enough to have already rejected the traditional rite of adulthood | Sign: the sin-born blackwater | Location: Our Sacred Desert | Theme Song: The Grudge: Tool

BIO: This blackwater was a deliberate creation of two sinners: to combine two awakened souls into one, to create a new being of power, and, in this, they made an abomination. A useful abomination, at least, uniquely suited to serve as a blackwater: that which can purge all sins from the collective with ease. Yet the elders remain concerned about it, and so it sets forth on a spiritual journey to explore the outside world, to resolve all concerns and gain an identity that it might present proper sacrifice for the collective.

This blackwater's scars represent the blood it has shed for its people. It has no need of pity, even if a certain prison guard happens to take pity on it.

#my ocs #oc art #i want to see them.....

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felix having a thing for marking

'oh, you like that?'

the moans leaving the boys mouth were more than indicators enough, your question spoken out of no use; yet, you simply couldn't help yourself, had to tease the man who's neck you were buried into, sucking and biting new bruises onto existant ones, licking over the flushed skin, over the mere agressively red and purple spots. your tongue grazed over this one spot, this particular one, you knew had felix's thoughts spiral, had him lose all his senses - and you weren't wrong. the man nothing but lost his remaining composure, the little one he had left, his nude body squirming in such a beautiful way you'd stare at it all day, his flexed torso arching towards you, marked up chest meeting yours; yours, which looked no different, had the same colors on them like a painted canvas, abstract flowers and hearts grazing your skin. you smirked to yourself just thinking about it, how your boyfriend was grinding against the mattress mere seconds ago, at the thought of covering all and every inch of you as his, his teeth sucking in your flesh anew, never getting enough of his ministrations, never having enough bruises plastered across your skin. the same moans were leaving his body then, when his wet tongue licked your figure, places he knew you were most sensitive, until he followed with more bites, more sucking and nibbling. and now that it was his turn, his turn to be covered up in colors as sinful as one can imagine, you didn't think you could ever get enough.

#THISSSSSSS #thought about this the whole day at work #felix smut #felix imagines #felix scenarios #skz smut #stray kids smut #skz imagines #skz scenarios #stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #lee felix smut #lee felix scenarios #lee felix imagines #kathy sins

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Who out of the Omega/Epsilon squads would love this video? Unrelated, but the narrator (Will Ramos) gives me massive Jai vibes (I adore how his accent gets thicker when he's excited, plus him going off script and having little tangents is wonderful).

https://youtu.be/wLRZLKpXx5A?si=ebAwp1ys6a2Hu_V2

(I hope you enjoy the video too! It's very informative and fun as well).

Bold of you to assume that this isn’t the kind of shit they’re all into 😂😂 (Will Ramos definitely gives Jai vibes)

You got the literature and folklore references, the clear enjoyment of the topic, all their special interests, and the meta with the superhero references. Plus the SCIENCE???

I can see the two teams sitting around a tv, watching a bunch of videos like this, with snacks and things to fiddle with. Milagro and Damian are knitting while they listen, Kathy’s crocheting a lovely stuffed bat. Mar’i, Jon, and the Pierce sisters are putting a puzzle together. The twins and Tiffany are completely absorbed in the videos, with their various fidgets. Lian’s fixing some of her trick arrows, Nell on her batarangs. Sin playing on her switch. Colin dozing peacefully.

I personally headcannon Jon and Lian can, will, and have ranted about Twilight for over an hour before interrupted.

#mar'i grayson #irey west #damian wayne #lian harper #jai west #milagro reyes #jon kent #colin wilkes #tiffany fox #nell little #anissa pierce #jennifer pierce #maya ducard #kathy branden #sin lance #epsilon squad #omega squad

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"I can take your plate, Mom, if you're done," Vivian offered.

"Thank you, honey."

With her last forkful of cake, Kathleen noticed a suspicious ring on Vivian's finger. Kathy nearly choked when she saw it. "Vivian, what are you wearing?" she asked.

"Hm?"

"That can't possibly be an engagement ring," Kathy scoffed.

"So what if it is?"

Their parents looked up at Vivian expecting more.

"Is that true, honey?" Lila asked.

"It can't be true, Mom. I've never seen her with a man! She's just doing this for attention."

"You're right, I'm not with a man."

"Well then you're not engaged," she replied flatly.

Vivian gave a tight smile through a clenched jaw in response.

"She's lying!" Kathleen cried. "She's--"

"Kathy," Will began. "We don't need to--"

"She's just doing this because I'm actually engaged and she's jealous!" Kathleen was nearly shaking she was so angry.

"For your information, no one has ever been jealous of you, Kathy. Not even for a single second."

Will sighed, a fight was the last thing he wanted tonight.

Kathy dramatically turned away from Vivian.

"Girls," Lila tried.

"Tonight is your father's birthday, and the first time we've been together like this in such a long time. Let's not fight, please?" Lila pleaded.

"Besides," Lila continued, "Isn't it lovely that both of our girls are engaged, Will?"

"Well, I don't know," Will confessed. "I'm inclined to agree with Kathy on this one."

"What?" Lila was confused.

"I mean, if there's no man--"

"I--I can't believe what I'm hearing! So you think women can't marry each other?"

"No, but she's not a--"

"I'm not what, Dad?"

Will and Lila fell blank as a dreaded realization was coming to light.

"No one knows who or what I am except me!" Vivian declared.

"We didn't know," Lila spoke for both of them, keeping her eyes on Will. "But, I suppose, we can learn to accept--"

"Don't bother. This is exactly why I didn't tell any of you. I knew this town was too small for us."

A sinful satisfaction came over Kathleen as her parents and Vivian fought. She was right; in the eyes of her family and many like-minded neighbours, her sister's "engagement" would be less legitimate than Kathy's.

#storytelling #tw homophobia #year 3 #whibley #kathleen rose #will rose #lila rose #rose family #the beginning #sims 2 #ts2

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there is one very obvious explication to why out of all the hampdenians, it's marion who ends decayed in spite of not having "sinned" in any fundamental way, and that is that she shouldn't be looked at as a hampden student, but as a corcoran from the beginning. now this explication fits the bill, as anything we hear about them is either nondescript of absolutely tacky or terrible - about in tune with marion herself.

but this rises the question, if she's always meant to be read as one of them, is it as daughter or wife.

this seems like a ridiculous inquiry at first, because there's no character more wife, richard out the gate comparing her and bunny to long-married couples. but that still arises the question, if she's symbolically already married to him, her marrying his brother would be incestuous in taste, even if they do not share any blood directly. which makes you question... is she not familially linked to him by virtue of being predestined to be married to his brother instead? which one is the "right" husband? the first one, dead at 24, or the one who stood up and had a child with her?

while the answer will be "who put the ring on it, who is the father of marion's child?" but who is said child named after? whose daughter is mary katherine? what is she but a junior and posthumous child. brady corcoran might biologically be her father and marion's husband, but what is his daughter but the same bunny being born again out of the love marion had for him. it's in the name too, what is marion but another name for mary? that's both their names. in a child.

so this rises the question again, if the incestuous nature seems hard to determine, is it even dependent on who is who and the child is whose?

marion is not just a wife and the mother of the child, but arguably the one whose nature is that of the corcoran's own kind. shrewed, closed off, ever-happy, moody, taciturn, morally-bizarre and seemingly bizarre and indescribable to richard even years later. is she not by this point not Just a daughter in the law in the tune of the two lisas, but her own presence? hard to say, we don't hear of ole kathy after richard's suicide attempt.

what is certain is that the child that bears the name of marion also bears the name and mark of kathy. woman. she's mary katherine and she's bunny, daughter to marion, granddaughter to katherine. and what is this but a communion itself, of the same sort that marion has with kathy's two sons? while the two daughters in law steal kathy's pills, steal her sons, what did marion do but beg to be let in and gave her a gift atop it too.

#while the comparison is to say marion individually and independently of the blond men is shewed and locked into the country club herself #i do think marion is not anything if not the animus to bunny's anima #the man he could never be in a woman #authoritative and loving and able to navigate the world #and have dignity too #be functional #they aren't siblings in the way of blood they are the same person and it's really disturbing <3

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DOTK

devotion by Kesha Trippett

I Loved You First, More, Most

When my twin boys were babies, and throughout all their years of life, my sister-in-love always told them this phrase: "I loved you first, more, most, and before you were even born. It's always a race to see who can say it first. They would giggle and laugh as they all said it at the same time and then hug real big. Kathy greatly cared for them for us until they were almost two years old. Because of that, they have such a special bond. I dwelled on that this morning when I heard the Lord whisper, "I loved you first, more, most, and before you were even born."

Scripture tells us in 1 John‬ ‭4‬:‭19‬, "We love him because he first loved us." The thoughts God has about us have been nothing but love. He tells us, "For I know the thoughts I think toward you, says the Lord, thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope" (see Jeremiah 29:11). In fact, God has never had a single bad thought about you. It's always been about God's love for you. He loves you the most and proved it when He died on the cross for your sins. His love never changes, and He loves you just as much today as He did when you were conceived in your mother's womb. As the Bible says, "Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever" (see Hebrews 13:8).

No one can surpass the love that God has for you. He loved you first, more, most, and before you were even born!

By Susan Pruitt Bolinger, DOTK Writing Community

#devotion

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Secretos Capítulo 19: STRIKE: la primera misión

Pareja: Steve Rogers X OFC, Brock Rumlow X OFC.

Palabras: 1064 palabras.

Sinopsis: A veces los secretos pueden ser peligrosos, o una carga muy pesada cuando hay que guardarlos, es lo que Kathleen ha hecho por años. Ella también será la encargada de guiar a Steve Rogers en este siglo; mientras tanto S.H.I.E.L.D. buscará la manera de echar a andar la Iniciativa Vengadores, integrándola como uno de los superhéroes, pero no será el único peligro al que se enfrenten.

Advertencias: Pelea, misión fallida, memorias.

N/A: Después de trabajar mucho tiempo en este longfic, finalmente lo publico.

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Era la primera misión de Steve con el equipo STRIKE, ellos seguían sin parecer contentos con que el liderazgo fuera alguien diferente a Rumlow.

La misión consistía en atrapar a una pequeña banda de traficantes de armas, la cual parecía que apenas tenía un par de semanas de haberse formado, primero Kathleen y Jack iban a fingir que querían hacer negocios con ellos, después el resto del equipo arrestaría a los contrabandistas.

Kath no se sentía del todo cómoda trabajando con Rollins, pero después de una larga pelea mientras elaboraban el plan fue lo que ella decidió.

Llevaban una hora estancados en el punto de quien sería la pareja de Kath con la que emboscarían a los traficantes y la chica ya empezaba a desesperarse porque Brock y Steve no dejaban de pelear, por eso, ya empezaba a parecer personal, no, más bien era personal.

—La conozco desde mucho antes que tú, tengo derecho de antigüedad, aparte le prometí a su padre que la cuidaría —protestó Rumlow.

—Nosotros nos enfrentamos a un ejército extraterrestre, por eso debo ir con ella, somos equipo —replicó el Capitán.

—¡Iré con el Rollins! —gritó Kathy molesta, todos se mostraron sorprendidos porque sabían no se llevaban bien, sin embargo, ella ya se había desesperado.

Jack y Kath entraron al lugar, tenían que fingir que eran terroristas y necesitaban algunas armas ilegales para sus planes, todo iba bien hasta que Brock y Steve empezaron a pelear sobre si ya debían intervenir o esperar hasta que los otros les dieran la señal, era tanto el ruido que hicieron con su discusión que los traficantes se dieron cuenta, uno jaló a Kath y la tomó como rehén mientras el otro apuntaba a Jack.

—Genial, esto se fue al diablo —murmuró la chica mientras pensaba como zafarse del agarre del delincuente.

El resto del equipo entró de inmediato al darse cuenta de lo sucedido, al mismo tiempo que Kathy dejaba inconsciente con sus poderes al disminuir el aire que llegaba a los pulmones del que la había tomado como rehén al momento de pegarle con el codo para zafarse. Rollins desarmó al que le apuntaba. Los demás se encargaban del resto de los cómplices.

—¿¡QUÉ DIABLOS ESTABAN PENSANDO USTEDES DOS SI ES QUE PIENSAN?! TODO ESTABA SALIENDO A LA PERFECCIÓN HASTA QUE ESCUCHAMOS SU MALDITA DISCUSIÓN —les gritó la chica a Brock y Steve, ambos la miraron sorprendidos porque nunca la habían visto tan enojada.

Ella se acercó al que había amenazado a Rollins para esposarlo; se encontraba tan enojada que no se dio cuenta cuando el traficante había tomado el arma y estaba consciente, en cuanto ella se dio cuenta, estaba herida, Jack también se dio cuenta y golpeó al traficante dejándolo inconsciente.

— ¡Kathleen! —gritaron Rogers y Rumlow al unísono acercándose a ella.

Brock empujó levemente a Steve para sostenerla antes que el otro, lo que causó molestia en el Capitán.

— ¿Qué diablos hiciste? —reprendió Steve.

—Ella estará bien —respondió Brock mientras la cargaba para llevarla de regreso a la nave, Steve lo siguió molesto.

Los demás se encargaron de subir y amordazar a los traficantes, Steve no podía creer que simplemente hubieran dejado a Kath en una de las camillas sin atención.

—Necesita atención médica urgente —su tono denotaba enojo, miró fijamente a Brock que no se movía, lo tomó del hombro—. Si es tu amiga no puedo creer que no hagas na…

—Cállate, no sabes nada de ella, estará bien, ve —respondió Rumlow, Steve volteó y vio a la chica sentada como si nada hubiera pasado. De un manotazo Brock se zafó del agarre de Steve y le ofreció una toalla limpia a Kath, ella la tomó y empezó a limpiarse las manos y la cara que tenía manchadas de sangre.

— ¿Qué? Pero… ¿Cómo? —preguntó confundido Steve, no era posible que ella estuviera como si nada le hubiera pasado, había sido apuñalada y perdido sangre.

— ¿Mmm? ¿No leíste mi expediente? —ella preguntó, Steve asintió, pero no encontraba la lógica—. Factor de autocuración, si me hieren mi cuerpo se cura por sí mismo, claro siempre y cuando algún agente externo no esté adentro, por eso Brock me sacó el cuchillo —explicó como si no fuera la gran cosa.

—De todas formas, te llevaré a la sala médica cuando lleguemos —le dijo Steve—, no me importa que no quieras, te llevaré arrastrando si es necesario —sentenció cuando vio que ella abrió la boca para reclamar.

—Como sea, ahora necesito que ustedes dos me respondan algo, porque, aunque logramos completar la misión, no siguieron el plan, ¿de quién fue la grandiosa idea de ponerse a pelear? —miró a los dos hombres, quienes balbucearon inteligiblemente—. Tenían que haber esperado nuestra señal, no entiendo cómo quieren que el equipo siga sus órdenes, si entre ustedes no se llevan bien ni siguen los planes que trazaron —cruzó los brazos esperando una explicación coherente.

Se empezaron a echar la culpa el uno al otro hasta que Brock empujó a Steve, tenía mucha similitud a la pelea que había sucedido en el Helicarrier entre Steve y Tony unas semanas antes.

—Es mi obligación cuidarla, tú sólo interfieres —le gritó el Comandante al Capitán.

—Pues no lo haces bien, salió herida —le respondió Steve.

Jack y Kath se pusieron en medio de ambos al ver que ya iban a empezar a golpearse, cuando la chica vio que Rollins había detenido a Steve, ella empujó un poco a Brock para separarlo más.

—Venga Brock, relájate, mi papá te pidió que me cuidaras cuando tenía como dieciocho años y se refería a ese momento, ya soy grande…—lo tomo del brazo para tratar de que se calmara cuando apareció un recuerdo de Rumlow en su mente.

—Lo siento chico, sabes que son las reglas —Brock le decía a un perro mientras lo acariciaba.

— ¿Tenías un perro? Nunca me habías dicho —preguntó la chica, los miembros del equipo STRIKE se tensaron.

—Eso fue hace mucho tiempo —respondió Rumlow tratando de sonar calmado.

—¿Qué le pa…? —inquirió con curiosidad, cuando su teléfono sonó—. Bueno, como sea Fury nos quiere de vuelta en las instalaciones ya —se volteó a ver a todos —. Y yo me voy a encargar del reporte de esta misión, así que más les vale a todos no decir qué pasó realmente, simplemente seguimos el plan —ordenó de manera completamente autoritaria.

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