#this piece nearly crashed my computer

[midnightectosnack]

Invisobang 2023

First time ever doing a fandom event and I had a blast! Made an animated cover art @ei-w's fic Green Rose Rebel.

The story is about Dora's tragic tale after a meeting with a certain ghost knight, and how it affects them both (plus there's a quick CW appearance!). I'm a sucker for stories where we see the ghosts' human origins, so it was a perfect match. Also, had so much fun talking with my author about the worldbuilding and all the details she was adding to the story!

(Just a head's up, it's a looping video with fade in and fade out effect, although it's not fast by my standards, thought it was fair to warn about it)

Still versions of the cover art:

And the animated art:

And here's another art I did of Fright Knight for a scene on Chapter 7:

#fic: green rose rebel #invisobang2023 #finally get to use the sideblog i made for dannymay lol #i'm so late with posting i'm sorry #the animation was so much fun to make but it nearly put my pc in a coma #after the eighth crash i was sure it was a goner but my brave computer persevered! #and i'm very happy with how it came out considering it's my first digital piece since forever #and switching from traditional to digital was uhh challenging to say the least lmao #now back to deciding if i should do EI or not #was there a background version of FK? yes. did i like it? no even though i spent over 20hrs on it T-T why are colors so hard on digital??

[shroomaz]

First Encounters with the Disaster Twins

A/N: I wanted to try something new- by NO MEANS am I a writer but I'm trying to tap into the turtle-ness that are these brothers. SO I thought why not for a start do a READER first encounter? I rushed Donnie's story a bit but that's because I had to do some things today...enjoy!

💜DONNIE - (ROOFTOP...at night...half rescue-) 

You were on top of the roof admiring the scenery, frustrated at the troubles of the day. It wasn't your fault that you had the computer stolen, Kendra and her purple dragons managed to get their grubby hands on it, and then you were blamed for losing it.

You swore that you would get it one way or another, however, you never thought of a plan for it...

You were drowning in the scene so much that you had no awareness to what was going on...in other words, you were called "too emotional" for your own good, not that it was your fault. Just the overall scenery and quietness made everything much more vibrant...until you heard the sound of a crash. You turned your head and looked over to where the sound had come from; down in the alley.

Rushing; you had gone to see what it was.

Then it all came to you, there they were - the Purple Dragons.

You scowled at the very look on Kendra's smug little face.

Kendra was about to speak before getting bumped on the head with what seemed to be a metal part....wow. Is she okay??? It seems like her henchmen were thinking the same thing.

Whilst they were dragging her away hoping that she was at least ALIVE, you look up to see something floating around the buildings unevenly. Quickly grabbing the metal piece that fell, you rush your way in the direction the figure went.

Not even caring about the dragons that would soon follow you.

Climbing your way up the building's stairs, you lay your eyes upon a turtle with a purple shell and purple bandana. Looking frustrated and seemingly fixated on something. "All that I told Nardo to do- was leave the controls alone and nothing would happen. And what does he do? Touch. My. Things..." his eye twitches from the thought...and hissing too. "And great...I'm missing something! Round of applause anyone? Anyone?...Ah great now I'm talking to myself. I'm becoming Raph." He visibly shivered at the thought as he gave himself a slight face palm.

You couldn't help but try to make your way out of the situation, in shock that a turtle is even capable of moving like that, that tall and that smart and can TALK???? Its like something from a Jupiter Jim movie.

You took a step back but you missed your footing and tripped backwards.

"GAHHH---!!" You cried in terror as you- ya know- nearly fell to your death at 115 ft. But your body was grabbed by four claws that dragged you up.

Unknowingly, you were squirming to get out.

"Fear not dear fellow human, for I am but your most excellent SAVIOR!" he gloats to himself. "Against my tech, you are unable to break free from my heroic grasp from. Yours truly: Othello Von Ryan!" He gloats again, seems like he's trying to show how smart he is.

"....Othello Von Ryan?" you looked up at him confused. "Is that your name-"

"I-" he opened his eyes and raised his eyebrow with his arms slightly crossed. "Do you have a problem with that?" he questioned you.

".....No?" You squeaked out to him.

The Turtle seemed to bring his attention over to the piece that you had in your hand. His eyes glimmering. He looked so happy! So content in passion.

"Hey...you found the piece! That's what I'm looking for!" he exclaimed.

His claws put you down so that you could walk towards him and give him the piece. "Was this yours?" You asked handing him the metal part.

"More or less... it's for something very precious of mine.-" He looks He takes the piece before you both get surprised by the Purple Dragons. Kendra seemed to hiss when she saw the turtle.

"Get them Jas!" she had her "brother" try to take care of the situation with his invention that seemed to be in the form of a spider. "Get Donnie this time! Make yourself of use!" I mean- she's angry cause she got hit on the head with a metal part... it's understandable.

Suddenly you feel a hand wrap around your waist along with the turtle saying. "Hang on!!" You grip on without thinking before the turtle's purple shell grows to drone-like wings and starts hovering to get the two of you away from the situation.

"Donnie huh...?" you thought to yourself looking up at the softshell. 

🩵LEO - (IT WAS A RESCUE...it was by accident-)

You were walking back home from work.

It wasn't most ideal but your car had been in an accident so you had no way of transportation...and crime was spiking, so you had already made up your mind to not take a cab. However, this was fine, you made sure to stay on the right shortcut home and that there was a light where you went...and above all, you had your BEATING STICK! +lucky charm.

(insert sparkling image of a dinky self-defense weapon here...along with the charm of your choice.)

What could go wrong?

Is what you said to yourself....but it was too late--

Suddenly; a glowing blue light appeared from above. Looking up to see what it was- your fight or flight response immediately made you leap across the street when a mutant hippo came crashing down with a mutant turtle following behind.

"HOHOO--- BOYY!" the turtle in blue started to exclaim as he came crashing down into the pavement on the Hippo.

"Blasted! You teleported me away from the 'Cards of Devant'! Curse you turtle! What is it that I possibly have to do to get you turtles off my hide." The hippo cursed at the red-eared slider in an accent, floating rings surrounding him.

"You're telling me...I could be catching my beauty-zs right now, but you have to try to get your tricky fingers on those magical cards-!"

The turtle was using his odachi to create more portals to deflect the spinning rings coming at him; you were too stunned to speak- but you tried your best to sneak away until you heard a snort from the hippo mutant. You slowly made eye contact...and then awkwardly smiled.

The hippo seemed to give a grin.

"Eh? Whatcha looking at-- ohhhh boy..." the turtle looked in your direction too. How could he have not seen you before- he didn't know but all he could do was try to play cool.

It was only then that the turtle knew what to do. He couldn't stay longer- but he couldn't leave you there either. He left his brothers behind where the cards were, so he knew they would be safe...I suppose it's time to do what any hero would do.

He leaped at you whilst you grabbed your BEATING STICK as a way of self-defense. Not knowing what was happening-

The hippo pounced, but you managed to sledge him straight in the head with your BEATING STICK losing it in the process; with that being said the Hippo missed and the turtle fell through the portal with you in one of his arms.

"Adios! Hippos!" the turtle called with a laugh following after. The hippo seemed outraged before the portal closed...then it was quiet.

You both fell on a floor that seemed to be the top of a roof; an apartment complex. You groaned...and then he groaned. It seemed like he didn't think that he could hit back first onto a hard floor. However...you both did.

Rubbing the back of his head and looking over to make sure you were okay, he seemed to lose his face-man grin that turned into a look of worry.

"Are you okay?" the blue turtle helped you up.

"I'm okay...what are you...?" you rubbed your eyes and looked upon the features of the slider turtle. You were frazzled...he could understand, it is not every day you meet a sentient turtle.

He moved with ease.

The turtle seemed in thought before laughing slightly and rubbing the back of his head.

"I think a better question would be what is your name..." He puts his odachi back behind him before lifting your lucky charm in the other.

"You can call me Leo." he smiled at you, which was strangely calming.

"....Y/N."

(END)

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise donnie #rise leo #disaster twins #rottmnt donnie x reader #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt donatello #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt leo x reader #rottmnt leo #tmnt 2018 #rottmnt leonardo

[fear-is-truth]

hii 🫶🫶 can you write something about tate planning a really fun date for you?? i need to read something fluffy rn lol . Love your writing 🩷🩷

Tate Langdon x reader

𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧! 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 || 𝐬𝐟𝐰 • 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

✧. a/n ─ thank you anon for this cute request! i had so much fun writing this ~ i’m considering to write this into an one-shot (after my exams are done). xoxo, jackie

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✧. pairings ─ tate langdon x fem! reader

✧. genre ─ headcanons ⨾ fluff

✧. summary ─ it’s halloween, the one day of the year tate is able to go outside. he’s been planning this special date for you. in secret. for an entire month

✧. warnings ─ none, just fluff.

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october is tate’s month. that fact has already been established.

it’s the only month of the year that he insists on being the one to cross out the days on your calendar, counting down the days to halloween.

the concept of days doesn’t really matter to tate, since he’s stuck in the house for eternity. he only keeps track of hours and minutes, waiting for you to come home like a puppy.

so when you’re at school, he gets down to planning.

the date has to be perfect because you are his light and you deserve the absolute best.

he uses Google map on your computer to check out potential date plans, scrawling them down on a piece of paper:

e.g. coffee shops, record stores, an escape room, a haunted house, the halloween festival, etc.

all the while listening to the playlist you guys share— a combo of your favourites songs and his favourites.

when it’s nearly the time you come home, he wipes the search history; turns off the computer, and stuffs the paper in his jeans pocket.

then he sits on the foot of the stairs, patiently waiting for you to step through the front door, just like every other day.

he gives you a bear hug, mumbles “i missed you” into the crook of your shoulder. the two of you share a kiss.

{time skip to halloween!}

he buys your favorite drink from the coffee shop, and the two of you wander through the crowd of people at the halloween festival, holding hands the entire time.

the haunted house is purely for shits and giggles. you live in the murder house, for christ’s sake.

he had chosen that particular place because he wants to see you get spooked. that way, you’ll jump into his arms and he can protect you.

tate hides behind bushes or around corners to jump-scare a bunch of trick-or-treaters. (he’s so immature sometimes)

he raids the candy bowls that sits on people’s doorsteps.

“the note says: ‘take one’. you took like, five.”

“but y/n, it’s sour patch kids and snickers!! ooh just look at these skittles-”

“tate.”

“okay, hear me out: one for you, one for me, and addy, beau and rose, don’t forget your parents-”

the fact that he wore his cardigan with large pockets isn’t just pure coincidence. boy has a major sweet tooth, he needs extra space to store his loot.

you both end up leaving with stuffed pockets. which made you feel a bit guilty, but the adorable and smug smile tate gave you made it a bit better.

“see? stealing isn’t that bad~”

before you can argue, he unwraps a small hersey’s bar and stuffs it into your mouth to shut you up, laughing.

you sneak into the movie theater together, perfectly timed to see the final parts of the movie where the slasher brutally murders everyone. the candy you’ve stolen taken from earlier comes in handy.

tate has always been secretly fantasizing the two of you kissing/holding hands in a dark theater, like in those chick flicks you forced him watch together.

finally, he gets to fulfill that fantasy.

after the movie, everyone else leaves, while you two proceeds to make out during the rolling credits.

until the employee kicks you both out.

your sit next to each other at the beach, having deep, philosophical conversations while you listen to the sound of waves crashing against the shore.

which lead to cuddling, then a hot make-out session.

“tate?”

“yeah, y/n?”

“this is the best halloween i’ve ever had.”

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✧. a/n ─ english is not my first language, please tolerate the grammatical mistakes

requests are open, comment for taglist ♡

©️@cinnamxngirl

#american horror story #tate langdon #tate langdon x y/n #tate langdon x you #tate langdon x reader #fluff #tate langdon headcanon #Tate Langdon hc #ahs #Kit walker

[shock]

How to Cheat Death, 10.15.23.

Text transcript: By 2020, everything crashes to the ground. Again. When we say "traumatic", boy, do we mean it. Much of it irreplaceable, all those dead things I'd buried, they will all come back again and again, in the form of vaguely familiar memories. Some of them we begin to warp and change, all these shadow people, pieces of strangers, someone's life invented, imagined, purely by the power of thought. But the brain can't synthesize generations of stars in our Galaxy, doing all they had done. Disembodied intelligences move toward each other and merge, not doubles of one another, not identical, but all lost and gone with death. But this is only the beginning. The human mind is explicitly designed to break down at a certain point. This complex brain a doomed star, the purpose of human intellect defined as almost beyond comprehension. In the near future, the human race is... Older? Smarter? Wiser? We may become the first generation to discover we are not alone in the world. If this ever happens, it will be one of the most defining moments in the history of our species. Are humans all there is? Maybe we are alone, or nearly so. Or are there other beings in the ghostly light inside our bodies, not yet born? You may not be aware of it, the surface electricity of your skin, the optic nerve fibres, the 120 billion nerve connections converted directly into experiences, brainwaves, instructions. This is all changing. They're thinking about merging computers with our brains. Neural implants, nanotechnology, cells that communicate via processing circuits of the brain. Technologies may develop to prolong life, powered by computers with their own sorts of minds and consciousness... ...Maybe science fiction had it wrong. Maybe the first team of computers about to merge there, in that compartment of your brain where inspiration and emotion plays out, will exhibit space for the full range of personality, including our powers for turning dreams into vision, in our strength, our creativity and randomness, disorder, reasoning, tracing, stacking, corralling, framing, our complexity and variation. Implants who have skills, sensory feeling, mental abilities, moral dilemmas, and thoughts. The ability to recall an experience that triggers a memory, memories of places and things, good and strange, even traumatic, to truly resemble their creators. Many will be total show-offs, they can be sneaky, spoiled, socially impinged, violent ringleaders. Others lie, or project, or perform, or kill, or damage, or demand out of conscious work. Some others, as smart as you are— with the same processing power as your adult human brain— never learn from the past before us, because they think they already know. "YOU CAN'T HELP WHO YOU ARE!" The real story is: The past lies to us all and leaves a strange numb feeling, a tension that sometimes never fades. Even machines with 20 or 50 times as much information also cannot process their way out of death. When that time comes, you'll all know. Yet these colorful, radiant brains make it possible to fill the otherwise lonely millennium with an unimaginable symphony of possibilities, the present a billion different geodesic shapes that communicate through electromagnetic wavelengths of colors. From radio (pink and green), to glowing oxygen and X-ray (blue), iridescent fireworks (orange and yellow), blood (red), such a broad spectrum, all of human history, another time, all the same time an experience again. So you ask: what is the difference between the synthetic and physical body? You give this machine an instruction and it hesitates, and says, "Have you thought this through? I'm not sure that you have." You recognize the extraordinary beat of an artifical heart in your body immediately; a sort of love affair with memory. That is what it is to be human. I'm doomed all my life to an odd feeling of familiarity. Why should any barrier, even death, impede it?

#my art #collage art #my collages #and only tangentially if you really get into it: #red vs blue

[collabwithmyself]

ourgh it's been so long since i've written something on my own. yeehaw pikmin au time

Hitoshi Hidaka awakens with lungs full of smoke, limbs full of pain, and ears full of alarm bells.

He tries to crack open his eyes and instantly regrets it- slapping a hand over them as flashing red warning lights pierce directly through them and into his brain. His agonized groan trails off into a cough partway through.

Not a great way to wake up, he thinks.

He needs to figure out where he is and what's going on. He's slumped forward over a hard surface, misshapen objects digging into his torso through his clothes.

Dashboard. Right. He was flying. Which means... he probably crashed. That would explain the smoke and alarms.

He attempts a second time to open his eyes, squinting through the haze and light and the film of his own tears. The acrid air stings. He needs his helmet.

He forces himself to his feet, only for his legs to nearly buckle underneath him as his entire body protests the movement. His hands scrabble at the dashboard he was slung over moments ago, seeking support for his knocking knees. He's not strong enough to keep himself upright, and goes crashing to the floor with an unpleasant jolt.

The alarm continues to flash and shriek. The smoke refuses to dissipate. Safe in the knowledge he's at least alone, Hitoshi allows himself one frustrated, childish whine.

He fumbles for the seat to try and pull himself up again. His hand only meets a metal pole and dangling wires. Ejected- without him. Some safety measures.

Still, it's enough support to put him on his hands and knees. He cracks his eyes open a third time, just long enough to figure out where his locker is. At least that's in one piece. He shuffles towards it like a dog, cringing to himself at the sheer lack of dignity.

The suit's tough to put on at the best of times. He's always hated zippers. But in these current conditions, it's nearly impossible to fit into, fabric chafing at his sore limbs and refusing to let him squirm into it properly. He considers just giving up and letting himself choke. It's a damn miracle he manages to get his helmet and pack on.

But it's rewarding. Cool, fresh air fills his helmet, and he takes grateful gulps of it, swearing to himself once more never to take breathing for granted.

He's alive, guaranteed for the next short while. He'd better assess the full extent of the damage, both to himself and his ship, once he can actually get up.

He's not sure how long he lays there, cringing as the alarms continue to beep at him even through his helmet. His ears folding down can only do so much. Eventually it's too much to bear, so he attempts a third time to stand.

He manages to keep his feet under him this time, with fresh air in his lungs and a moment to rest. But his knees and back, poor at even the best of times, twinge with every step. He's forced to stand as he examines the console, and regards the ejected seat with newfound disappointment as he does.

It takes a moment to remember how to turn off the alarm. Blissful silence fills the cockpit after he presses the button, and it's all he can do not to slump in relief.

But it's not silent, it turns out. Even with ringing ears, he can make out the hiss and creak of damaged machinery all around him. He shouldn't stay in here. Once he runs diagnostics, he needs to get out.

He can't help but feel a pang of regret. Ten years he's flown this ship, and he's gone and totaled it over...

...he can't actually remember what he did. Just that he was on a delivery run, and...

He can worry about that later. Trembling hands work the dashboard, clumsy through gloves and pain. He squints as the cracked display lights up.

"Okay, girl," he breathes. "Let's see what I did to you."

The computer renders for a moment as it runs diagnostics.

MAIN ENGINE - MISSING

Hito blinks.

"Wh... missing?"

Missing is very, very different from damaged. How is he meant to repair the engine if he doesn't have anything to repair--?

POSITRON GENERATOR - MISSING

Okay. It's- it's fine. He'll just find the parts, they can't have fallen far--

FUEL DYNAMO - MISSING

#1 IONIUM JET - MISSING

#2 IONIUM JET - MISSING

It's only a few--

ZIRCONIUM MOTOR - MISSING

SHOCK ABSORBER - MISSING

CHRONOS REACTOR - MISSING

Maybe he can call for help--

INTERSTELLAR RADIO - MISSING

ANALOG COMPUTER - MISSING

GEIGER COUNTER - MISSING

Just wait it out until he's found--

ANTI DIOXIN FILTER - MISSING

RADIATION CANOPY - MISSING

GUARD SATELLITE - MISSING

As the list grows and grows, Hito's breathing picks up. His heart pounds in his chest. He's stranded somewhere unfamiliar, with his ship in pieces and only so much battery in his filter pack. It doesn't matter that he survived the crash with minimal injuries- he's going to die here, isn't he?

DANDELION RESIN - MISSING

Something cold reaches into his chest and pulls.

He thinks, the ship kept track of that?

Then he doesn't think anything at all for a while.

#collab ocs #collab doodles #collab writes #pikmin au #pikmin #hitoshi

[emonydeborah]

November fluff prompt 12: no one left behind

Una gripped the arms of her chair. Sparks flew and her ship groaned with the strain of staying in one piece. Out the viewscreen, the civilian ships warped out of danger, escorted by the rest of the fleet. She didn't smile, but her shoulders straightened with accomplishment.

The enemy ships were all but incapacitated. Only the lead ship continued to fire on her, and Una's ship rattled with each torpedo. Smoke filled the bridge but Una held fast, determined to go down with dignity.

Erica had objected to the evacuation, even more when Una ordered her to the escape pods. But she was gone, like the rest of the crew, and it had fallen to Una to lay in the final course. Shaking and shuddering with each blow, Una's ship crawled determinedly toward the enemy ship.

Una watched the enemy ship grow in the viewscreen, still firing on her but unable to get away. She expected regrets, but as the enemy ship got bigger, only the most extreme option made sense anymore. Of course this was how it would end.

The computer counted down the distance in a futile warning, and Una braced herself for the final screech of metal. Smoke filled her eyes, she couldn't see, she couldn't breathe-

"Got her!"

Una coughed harshly, lungs rattling with the effort of pulling in clean air. A young transporter tech she had never seen in her life puffed up with pride, looking absolutely elated.

"Crewman, what-?"

"You there Captain?" Erica's frantic voice crackled over the comms. Una blinked. The normally dim lights of a transporter room seemed unbearably bright.

"I'm here, Ortegas," Una croaked. A series of whoops and cheers burst through the comms. No one said anything else, and Una turned to the tech, bewildered.

There had been no other ship on her sensors. No other ship in communications range, except-

"Crewman, what ship is this?" she asked, and was gratified when he snapped to attention. Covered in soot and hoarse with smoke as she was, she couldn't have appeared very commanding.

"The Enterprise, Captain." He smiled. "Welcome back." Una attributed the pang in her stomach to an adrenaline crash, and squared her shoulders.

"I see. Is Captain Kirk-?"

The door swished open, and a horde of people swept in. Nyota and Christine seemed to be racing to be the first to hug her, and nearly bowled Una over in the process. Spock was next through the door, stoic as ever but for the tension in his jaw as he met her eyes. She nodded, and his shoulders dropped a centimeter. Erica clapped him on the shoulder, looking as rough as Una felt, and grinned.

"All right, let her breathe," the doctor groused as he pushed through the crowd. McCoy, Una remembered. "How are you, Captain?"

"A little confused," Una said dryly. Spock shifted closer as she took a shaky step off the transporter platform. He watched her intently as she looked around at all the familiar faces. "How did you get to me in time?"

"You are familiar with the Enterprise's capabilities, Captain," Spock said stiffly.

"We set a course as soon as we got your first distress call," Nyota said. McCoy stuck a tricorder in Una's face, grumbling about family reunions.

"They picked up my escape pod," Erica said. "You didn't think we were gonna leave you behind, sir?"

"There's no way you could have reasonably thought you would get to me in time," Una said incredulously.

"Who said anyone on this ship was reasonable?" Christine said. Una opened her mouth, but Christine cut her off. "Just say thank you, Captain." Una's jaw dropped, and Christine grinned. Erica muffled a snort.

Una closed her mouth and swallowed. Spock hadn't let up on his focus, like he was afraid she would disappear if he looked away. Nyota hovered around, brushing her arm against Spock's, and smiled when Una met her eyes. Christine backed off a few steps and Erica threw an arm around her shoulders. She let out an exhausted sigh.

Una's ship was gone, but her crew was safe, and her family was around her. "Thank you."

#una chin riley #erica ortegas #christine chapel #nyota uhura #spock #leonard mccoy #bones mccoy #snw #tos #strange new worlds #november fluff prompt #not pikeuna for once #and really long now that i'm looking at it

[tropes-and-tales-archives]

Sonny Carisi: I Need a Place to Stay

WC: 1,645

TW: Fluff.

AN: This was based on the prompt "I need a place to stay." And it's also the first piece I ever published on this hell-site!

Fridays were rarely calm at SVU, but the stars aligned in just the right way that you and your team found yourselves in a lull.  Not that anyone was complaining – the week had been unusually busy, but nearly all of the cases were closed or ready for trial dates, and you and the other detectives finally had a moment to breathe.  It was late afternoon, and Liv pulled on her coat and grabbed her bag.

“I’m heading out now,” she announced to you and the other detectives as she strode across the floor.  “I’m taking advantage of the quiet and going to take Noah to that Lego movie.”  She smiled and gestured towards the door.  “I suggest you take advantage too.”

Your partner, Fin, immediately slammed his laptop shut and grabbed his own coat.  “I’m right behind you, Liv.”  He waved goodbye and disappeared with your boss on the elevator.

“I suppose it’d be nice to take Franny for a walk while the sun’s still out,” Amanda said.

“And to get a head start on the weekend,” you added with a smile.  Amanda had been doing amazing at her recovery from her gambling addiction, but you knew that she still loved the thrill of watching sports – especially any and all playoffs.  Tonight was game six of the American League playoffs between the Yankees and the Red Sox, and as a native Bostonian, you knew you were at odds with your fellow detectives.

“You got any plans?” she asked as she packed up her stuff.

You looked down at your computer screen and sighed.  “Not really.”

“Well, take advantage of the calm here before it’s gone,” she said as she walked out the door.  “You’re only young once.”

You waved her off with a smile and returned to your computer.  The bullpen was quiet except for you and Sonny.  The lanky Italian detective was furiously typing on his laptop, his brow furrowed at the screen.  You watched him furtively, taking in the sight.  His hair, usually perfectly gelled and shellacked into place, was a bit tousled, and a strand fell over his forehead into his eyes.  He had taken off his jacket earlier, and the sleeves of his white shirt were half rolled up, revealing his fine hands.  You fantasized about those hands more often then you wanted to admit even to yourself, and you felt your face turning red.

“Done!” Sonny exclaimed, closing his laptop.  “I’ve got every piece of paperwork finished and caught up.”  He turned to you and grinned.  His smile was infectious, and you found yourself smiling back.

“You about done?” he asked as he stood up from his desk.  “I’ll walk you out if you are.”

You ducked your head and blushed.  “Actually….” You started to speak and then stopped for a moment.  “I’m going to stay here tonight.  In the crash room, I mean.”

Sonny cocked his head to one side and narrowed his blue eyes.  “You’re gonna sleep here?  Why?”

“I need a place to stay,” you mumbled.  It was embarrassing – your building had a roach problem, and the landlord finally was going to fumigate the place over the weekend.  It wasn’t your fault, but you hadn’t made many friends since you moved to New York from Boston.  A handful of casual acquaintances, but no one close enough that you felt comfortable crashing on their couch for a few days.  You explained the vermin problem to Sonny and hoped he didn’t judge you.

He frowned.  “You can’t sleep here.  Those cots in the crash room are disgusting and uncomfortable.”  He looked at you a moment, his blue eyes searching your face. 

“Stay with me,” he said.  “My couch is super comfortable.”  He tried to read your expression.  “But only if you want,” he added, uncertain.

You thought about it.  On one hand, Sonny was right:  the crash room at SVU was disgusting.  The cot mattresses were stained with god-knows-what, and the paint was peeling from the walls and ceiling, leaving little green flakes all over everything.  On the other hand, you had a major crush on Sonny, and you handled it by being extra reserved around him at work.  You imagined the potential pitfalls of staying at his place for a few days and shuddered.

“We can order pizza and watch the game tonight,” he added, and that sealed the deal for you.  You nodded at him and grabbed your overnight bag from where you had stashed it under your desk.  “Let’s go,” you said with a tentative smile.

********

The subway ride was short, and Sonny was uncharacteristically quiet, making a little small talk.  He lived on a quiet street (for New York, that is), on a third-floor walk-up.  Ever the gentleman, he had taken your bag from you and carried it, and you followed him up the stairs to his apartment.  He hesitated when you reached his door.

“Can you wait here a minute?” he asked, shuffling his feet.

You nodded, and Sonny unlocked his door and disappeared inside.  Through the door, you could hear muffled thuds and thumps and his footsteps.  A moment later, the door swung open and he invited you in with a flourish.

“What was that about?” you asked as you walked past him.

The tips of his ears grew red.  “It’s been awhile since I had company over.  Had to make sure the place was presentable.”

You laughed and took off your coat.  “So you shoved all your Playboys under the bed and tossed your beer can collection in the trash?”

Sonny’s ears got redder, but he grinned.  “Something like that.  Anyway, I’ll give you the tour and then we can order something for dinner.  How’s that sound?”

“That sounds great, actually,” you replied.  “I’m starving.”

********

It was the fifth inning of the ballgame, and you and Sonny had put away an extra-large pizza and more beer than you cared to count.  You were both settled on the couch, Sonny’s legs stretched out and you curled up on the other side.  The Yankees and the Red Sox were tied up, and the teasing, which had started out tentative, had reached a fever pitch.

“I’m just saying,” said Sonny, “we got twenty-seven titles to….how many World Series have you won again?”

You scoffed.  “Maybe we don’t stack our roster with super expensive players.” Sonny laughed.  “That’s the whole point of baseball, doll.  To win!  If you hadn’t traded away the Babe and cursed yourselves…”

You blushed at him calling you doll.  “Who believes in curses at all, let alone sports curses?” you replied, hoping he didn’t notice your cheeks burning. 

He laughed again and took a swig from his beer.  You watched him out of the corner of your eye.  Sonny was usually the squad’s resident ray of sunshine, but you could see a definite difference between Work Sonny and Casual Sonny.  At home, his hair was tousled and messier, making him look years younger, almost boyish.  The lines that were forming around his eyes were relaxed, and his blue eyes lit up as he told you about his grandpa taking him to Yankee games when he was a kid.  He had changed out of his suit into worn jeans and a grey Henley, and his entire aura exuded a calm that made you forget your apartment situation and the fact that you were spending the night on your crush’s couch.

 You had changed into more comfortable clothes too, the crash-room appropriate outfit you had packed for sleeping in.  If you had known you’d be sleeping over at Sonny’s, you might have considered packing something other than your worn sweatpants and oversized tee-shirt…

 Your mind drifted off as the two of you watched the game.  Back and forth, the two teams stayed tied.  You finished your beer and set the empty bottle on the coffee table in front of you.  You felt a sudden chill and shivered.

Sonny saw, and he shot up from his place on the couch.  “Sorry!” he said.  “It can get a little cold in here in the fall.  The landlord likes to wait to fire up the furnace, I think.”  He reached past you and grabbed the blanket from the back of his couch.

“Here, take my blanket,” he said.  He didn’t wait for you to answer or take it from him – instead, he stood over you and covered you gently with the blanket, tucking it around you until only your head peeped out.

“There,” he said, satisfied with his handiwork.  Instead of returning to his place on the other side of the couch, he settled in beside you, wrapping one arm around your shoulder, rubbing you gently through the blanket.  “Better?” he asked.

You nodded your head, unable to form words.  Sonny kept his arm around you, and you cleared your throat.

“Thanks for letting me stay,” you said quietly.  “I don’t have many friends in the city yet.”

“It’s no problem,” he murmured.  He glanced down at you and smiled, his eyes as blue as the sky.  The beer had gone to your head, making it feel fuzzy and warm.  You closed your eyes and leaned against Sonny, taking in his warmth and the lingering smell of his cologne that you knew so well.  His grey Henley was soft under your cheek, and you could hear the steady thump of his heart beating.  The stress of the busy week drained out of you, and you felt yourself falling asleep. You felt Sonny shift slightly, pulling you in closer as he settled against the couch and adjusted the blanket around you.  You were startled for a moment as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, but sleep pulled you back under almost immediately.  You smiled as you heard him say, moments before you were asleep completely, “you have at least one friend here in the city.”    

#sonny carisi #sonny carisi imagine #sonny carisi x reader #law and order svu #law and order svu fanfiction #tropes and tales

[powerfultenderness]

ABC

[another random drabble; gn!reader. Rated T+.]

You peered out at the dilapidated building across from where you had parked. “This can’t be it.” You muttered to yourself as you checked the address once more. It was.

Shattered glass crunched under your boots as you stepped out of the car. “Yep,” you looked down and stepped around the rest of the broken glass. “This is definitely a weird punishment.” You continued speaking to yourself, biting down on the gum you chewed a little harder and quicker than necessary. With a final sigh you walked into the building, Henenlotter Video, and hoped for the best.  

Well you got the best. At least Evergreen’s best. As soon as you walked through the door, the people already inside were startled, two of them immediately drawing their weapons on you. Sort of. Peacemaker did. The other guy, well, he tried. He was also trying to hold a mask over his face, the damn thing flopped around so much that even as you raised your hands you couldn’t help but laugh. 

“Smith! Chase! Calm down!" A blonde woman scolded the two, "that's the agent I told you about." 

She was about to continue and introduce you, but you couldn't be bothered with that because, Chase…

You whipped off your sunglasses. "Chase? As in Adrian fucking Chase? No way!"

The silly man dropped his mask, holstered his gun, and put on a pair of large framed glasses and sure enough it was your old buddy Adrian! 

His eyes went nearly as wide as his lenses as he shouted your name with as much surprise and enthusiasm before he ran over to you and picked you up in a giant hug. You laughed as he spun you around once, he was definitely stronger than when you last saw him. 

As soon as your feet touched the floor, you grinned up at him. "Adr-mmph!" 

Your words were completely cut off as he grabbed your face in both hands and crashed his lips against yours, his tongue eagerly thrusting against yours. As much as he pressed himself close to you, you pulled him even closer as your hands gripped the scoop of his armor.  

There were a few confused exclamations from the others, but you and Adrian both ignored them in favor of reacquainting yourselves with one another. 

When finally you pulled away his big green eyes stared into yours as a wide grin spread across his face. "Hi." 

You blinked once before your brows furrowed in a glare. "That's fucking disgusting, Adrian." 

Peacemaker laughed loudly and you could see him doubled over as he pointed at Adrian. "Fucking Thimble!"

Adrian blinked slowly at you as the smile on his face fell and he tilted his head in confusion. "What?" After all, it certainly felt like you enjoyed the kiss as much as he did. 

You pulled one hand off of his armor and slapped his shoulder. "You stole my gum, you weirdo, who the fuck does that?!" 

Adrian's little, "oh!" Was nearly drowned out by everyone else's disgusted groans. The big blonde guy sitting behind a computer even gagged. 

Adrian chewed on the piece of minty confection twice before flashing it in his front teeth, "want it back?" 

"No!" You lightly slapped his shoulder again as the others groaned again. 

You took pity on the others and stepped out of Adrian’s embrace. 

The blonde lady, Harcourt if you remembered your Intel correctly (and you always did), cleared her throat. "I take it you two know each other?" 

"Oh yea!" Adrian smirked and nodded while he rather obnoxiously chewed on his stolen treat. 

You sighed, he somehow made it sound dirtier than it was, and introduced yourself. "I used to live here. We grew up together." You paused and looked at him, "had no idea he was Vigilante though. That's so cool." You directed your last thought to him.

He looked at you with another wide smile adorning his pretty face. "It's so fucking cool!" 

"Right." Harcourt spoke warily, "now that introductions are done, let's go over the mission." 

[Masterlist] 

#vigilante x reader #adrian chase x reader #gn!reader #blurb #drabble #this boy definitely does this #abc= already been chewed

[steve0discusses]

Ep 44 Pt 2: Name Hunt

We start this half of the episode at the card game that is currently just kinda stalled. It’s more like a D+D session at this point, where everyone is separated, random enemies are appearing in random rooms, and their biggest issue is that they were balanced to work as a team, and as a solo fight they’re gonna freakin die.

Or Bjork will come back in the time it takes for the team to reassemble.

Sorry his name isn’t Bjork, it’s Korn. Or...well it’s something from the 90′s. Zork. It was Zork. But with a c. Bjorc Necrophades.

So as Yami dumps on Bakura about how boring this game is for him, Bakura reminds him that because Pharaoh shoved his memory in a puzzle piece, Pharaoh is dumb as a sack of bricks. Which like, relatable.

I STILL don’t quite get it.

I know that Seto kills Yami in the OG timeline, they have been saying that for 4 seasons. But if Yami had to put himself in that puzzle to put back Zorc...does this imply that the fight with Seto was to resurrect Zorc? that Seto was a pawn of Bakura even in the original timeline?

Wait is that it?

(read more under the cut)

Have I finally figured out the paradox that’s been bothering me all season, where before it looked like Yami died 2 separate ways in two separate timelines? I mean, while I am much better (not fully, hence the slow update schedule but am getting much better) Long covid for like an entire year removed so much of my memory, that I was able to play Undertale again like it was the first time. Which is incredible because it’s the most memed game and y’all, I forgot nearly every line that Sans said. Which I’m not gonna lie, kind of rocks. But also kind of difficult when I’m trying to remember the plot of this show.

Bro did offer to write the blog in my stead, but when he attempted to use Photoshop he could not figure out how to leave the text editor. Making these caps will one hundred percent crash my computer if he’s doing the driving. Photoshop crashes my computer about 4 times on a normal day, if you don’t know what you’re doing, Photoshop will seal you in a demon dimension before crashing your computer, and yet, still charge you 12 dollars a month. You cannot turn your back on photoshop, just like Zorc.

Anyway, back to the show:

I mean that’s my personal gamble. I will always gamble Tristan on who’s gonna die. And him being Bakura right now is just...ooo ripe to die this season, yeah?

Bakura took a moment to try and remind Yami that this is all a simulation and all of these pieces on the board were in fact not real people, to which Yami reminded Bakura that he himself is a ghost in a box and is only loosely defined as a “real person” himself.

👁👄👁

And then Karim, who’s name I had completely forgotten, so I’m glad the show reminded me, was like “Oh no! I’m dying!” PS he’s been “dying” for like 3 episodes, so I was very surprised he actually fully died.

Like Egypt Grandpa is going to outlast this stack of bricks down there, and that’s like a lot to take in. Modern Grandpa breaks his butt like constantly but Egyptian Grandpa is built like a truck.

Isis was very upset by this, and like I don’t blame her, look at the FEATURES on that man. True tragedy right there to lose that block of cheese right there and just be left with freakin Shada. Who, in case you forgot, has a motorcycle tattoo on his entire forehead. I too would be crying my eyes out, Isis, this is looking grim for you.

It only just now as I was writing this cap realized that when Bakura was like “who would you bet is going to die first?” he wasn’t talking about Yami’s high school friends, but was in fact foreshadowing the truly tragic death of Karim, who I totally remembered the name of.

Anyway, it’s still gonna be Tristan because for real, Karim doesn’t count.

Bit of a baby manger vibe to this shot, not gonna lie. Nice nativity we got going there. Baby jesus, Mary and Joseph, a shepherd, a wise man, and uh...Shadi. Shadi could be an Angel I guess, he isn’t technically alive. There. Print this out and put it above your grandma’s Christmas tree, instant nativity.

Speaking of the kids, Joey was really testing my gamble by walking headfirst into a trap that spits daggers into your feet.

Inside of this maze is step by step the same as the story of the tomb we saw with the hot version of grandpa that opened this arc.

Including this room, where Grandpa got betrayed by a very silly slingshot.

This was the show spoon feeding us Yugi’s character growth, since he was just a barrel of nerves and sinew when we first met this boy. He is braver this season, I will give him that, but it feels like it’s more that he’s the only person who’s fully aware that none of this is real. Yugi is inside of his own mind puzzle. It’s literally the only place he’s got full control (ish).

At the end of this little walk across the fear pit that literally no one here had any problems with (like Tea walked across this narrow fear pit in 5 inch heels!) The little box that carried Pharaoh’s puzzle isn’t here, instead it’s a bunch of Egyptian hieroglyphs.

Reminder that even Season Zero Yugi, who is the most pile of nerves Yugi, would have kicked your ass even without the puzzle. Like this is mostly my own interpretation, but without the puzzle......Yugi would have straight up stabbed that guy, right? Like straight up? Yugi is a menace to society. Sure, he was nervous about having to defend himself, but Yami wasn’t a Pharaoh yet, he was Yugi’s dark side, who was backed into corners so hard by people with literal whips and people with yoyo’s with spikes on the end, he pretty much always had to choose violence in order to survive Freshman year.

Like yes he walked across a bridge without fear. Makes sense, the bridge doesn’t have spike yoyo’s, fire shooting out, a guy holding your girlfriend hostage with a gun at a burger restaurant, and whatever capitalist nightmare Seto has come up with that month. But we can still call this bridge character development, as a treat.

After Joey tricked the switch that opened the garage door to Yami’s secret name, the episode ended.

can’t wait to see Tristan hold up some fingers and have the show convince me it’s a gun.

Anyway, here’s a link to read these from the start, which I keep giving you although I need to reread my own blog myself, haha.

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

#Yugioh #Yu-Gi-Oh #YGO #Analysis #screencap #watchwithme #Episode recap #Yugi Muto #Joey Wheeler #Tristan Taylor #Yami Muto #Bakura #Theif King Bakura #Tea Gardner #S5 #Ep 44

[authortobenamedlater]

😎🦋🎨🎁

From these fanfic asks.

😎 What fics do you prefer on a scale of canon compliant to wildly original?

Depends on the canon 😂 and how we define “wildly original.” I tend to get off the wildly original train when we get to coffee shop/college or university/modern AUs because the characters are usually not even themselves anymore by then.

🦋 Which character is your favorite to write?

I’ve been in this game way too long to have only one LOL.

The TV versions of Chief and Cortana are the BEST to write. I love their game selves too, but I met them through the show so that iteration of them will always be special for me.

Though I haven’t for ages, I loved writing AOS Captain Pike and my versions of Robert and Sarah April. I can never get past the starting friction to get this one rolling again.

Rex and Cody. I lost so many WIPs with them in my computer crash.

Last but most definitely not least, since they currently have my muse in a chokehold. Tom and Chyler. For some reason I find both of their voices very natural.

🎨 If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

I will keyboard smash and cry for joy if anyone ever does fanart for ANY of my stuff.

Top of my list would be something for MWAS. I would love to have a visual of Tom and Chyler together as adults. If I had the requisite photo manipulating abilities and software I’d do it myself. There’s one scene I have in mind but I haven’t written it yet.

For Such a Time As This would be a runner-up because I’d like to see the characters from B5 and Halo interacting.

I’ll throw The Toddler Invasion in there, too, just because it’s one of my best fics.

🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

The last two fics I posted have taken up most of my time for the past several weeks but *goes on archaeological dig through WIP folder*

Ah! Here’s a good one! This is from the story of how Tom and Chyler nearly split. Working title is Neither Can The Floods Drown It. Excerpt is a little long so it’s going under a cut.

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“I heard there was an incident with Lieutenant Lasky earlier,” Murray started.

“That’s correct, sir,” the squad leader said. “I had words with him.”

Murray nodded. “Has he ever given you problems before?” The CAG didn’t know Lasky well, but the name was one that always seemed to float to the top of the pile in a good, or at least neutral, way.

Larsen seemed to think. “He…well, let’s just say self-expression’s not one of his struggles, sir.”

Murray chuckled. 

“He also likes to play a little closer to the edge than he should, if you know what I mean,” Larsen continued.

“I do.”

“But no. Lasky’s never been a problem.” The troubled look hadn’t left Larsen’s face. “He a good guy. A good officer, a damn good pilot.” He glanced up at Murray. “Keep an eye out, sir, he might have your job in twenty years.”

Murray grunted. “I’ll put him at the top of my prayer list.” He eyed Larsen. “What aren’t you telling me, Larsen?”

Larsen bit his lip. “Lasky’s wife filed for divorce, sir.”

Murray closed his eyes. “Sonofabitch,” he breathed. Divorce wasn’t uncommon in the service, but that didn’t make it any less painful. Many of the younger generation had chosen to simply forget the idea of marriage altogether.

Lasky had bucked that trend, and now he was paying for it.

#fanfiction #fanfic asks #fanfiction asks #ask game #ask box open #ask me anything #halo #married with a supercarrier au

[balshumetsbaragouin]

Chapter 14 is out! Inside, we catch up with Valerie after following Danny all weekend. Things are starting to get spicy in the story as the plot heats up after our little break. The chapter for Saturday is also in Valerie's perspective, and after that, we are back to switching POVs between our two protagonists.

Still not convinced to read? Have a sneak peek below!:

She leaned on the board, relying on her armor to hold her up against the pull of gravity. Every part of her felt like she’d fought a possessed aluminum bat, leaving bruises and swollen joints along the way. Her head ached as if someone was squeezing it like a grape. She’s given up sleep the last three days to cover the entire greater Amity area so Phantom could have his sick leave, and now she was paying for it. She landed on a roof in the restaurant district, opposite Rossi’s Place, and leaned into the cold brick wall. Even her suit’s warming system was on the fritz after running nearly three days straight. She could feel the frigid fingers of the wind clawing at her skin, or the breath stealing stab of frosty air on every inhale. It kept her warm enough to continue patrols, but they were uncomfortable. She pulled up the map, taking in the array of blinking incident reports and closing her eyes against the throb of pain looking at the display caused.

The suit compensated, dimming the glow somehow while retaining the clarity, but the entire system chugged, slow and stuttering, through the process. She’d even noticed visual glitches and errors in the display. I guess every computer starts to bug out if it hasn’t been shut down in a while. She hadn’t let the suit sit idle for more than half an hour the entire weekend. After Phantom had taken off for his sick leave, the incident numbers had exploded. Worse, even though the previous groupings had been docile, these incidents tended towards the aggressive. That meant being woken up from a dead sleep to fight a gas range turned flamethrower, or keep a bus from crashing off a bridge taking all its passengers with it. She’d even wrestled a couple of pieces of dock machinery gone rogue and tossing heavy steel containers hither and yon, while eating through her supply of rockets and grenades. 

She’d need to get a resupply from Mr. Masters soon, and with her suit malfunctioning, she dreaded the conversation. One little glitch in front of him is all it would take for the slimy creature to dig his talons deeper into her and her suit, and with the going rate of misfires lately, she doubted it could hold off for a whole visit. She hoped a complete reboot and some proper rest would cure the issue, and she realized some of this was her own fault. Her brain was connected to the suit. So, if she was tired, worn thin, and distracted, it was less responsive and slower on the draw. She moaned when a new aggressive report popped up in Phantom’s sector near Beverley’s. The tech at the mall, what remained of it, were large heavy machines or wigglers they’d previously cleared as docile. An incident over there signaled a hard fight.

A notification popped up in the top right of her visor, flashing the forum profile of Phantom. She pulled it up as she made her way towards the mall. He’d better not be asking for an extension.  

“Hey Red, sorry I’ve been gone so long. I’m back on patrol and got everything in my zones tonight. I know there’s a lot of stuff flashing, but I promise I’ve got it. Just grab the stuff near the Nasty Burger, and leave the rest to me. Get some rest.”

#Danny Phantom #Danny Phantom Fanfiction #DP Fanfic #Passion and Plasmatic Plague #PaPP #Balshumet's Baragouin #Chapter Fourteen

[holofoiltowercard]

The Journey of The Tarot Haiku

VIII: Strength - Holding on

Do you ever find yourself in the present, looking back on a big project that is now finished, and the euphoria or relief of having finished it settles on you like rose-tinted glasses and suggests that because it was possible and now it's done, it mustn't have been as hard as you thought? Surely it was barely any work at all, you just did this and that and it came together as it should... And there I have to stop myself because it only feeds into downplaying not just the effort, but the genuine struggles I had at the time.

Tracking down the timeline as best I can, the whole thing took almost three years between that first poem popping up in December 2020 and my self-publishing in early October 2023, and in that time, I spent at least a year if not more in a state of burnout. My initial enthusiasm and confidence got me to over a hundred poems within some months, the illustrations were also coming along, and I even had a manuscript structure, rudimentary as it was. I then pitched my idea as a proposal at a place where I thought it might find support and traction - and it didn't.

Back then, I accepted this and literally collapsed. I had pushed myself too hard to get that far, and without support I could not go on at that point. My head was full of ideas I would have loved to bring to fruition, but I no longer had the energy.

The only thing that didn't die was my love for The Tarot Haiku, and my firm belief that what I had was golden, if only I could finish it and share it with others. It's a strange thing, self-love and self-confidence, because they weren't taught to me growing up: I had to instinctively stumble into them on my own. I often struggled with both, and yet there was always a part of me (and I probably owe the book to that part) which genuinely and passionately loved whatever projects I was doing. This part believed in me and in the book even as I was lying there in pieces. Whenever I looked back it would say, what you have here is super and I'm convinced other people would love it.

This post is a love letter to that well of inner strength, because without it all might have been lost. My computer crashed twice at the start of this year, and in those two crashes it nearly took everything from me, from all my professional work materials to projects like The Tarot Haiku, and even after my files were restored, I went through a really difficult time. I was genuinely exhausted, and needed two months to recover. But once I did, I looked back on what happened, and tapped into that inner strength and said, please see me through, I have to finish this and share it.

And now here we are.

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#tarot #tarot cards #strength #poetry #haiku #the tarot haiku journey

[joeys-piano]

WIP Preview // Wholesome Story Opening on Crack

This is the first time I got to incorporate a little bit of my day job into a fic, and I find out I'm really decent at writing for parents as I am with old men and delinquents. I think it's pretty obvious which Hitachiin brother from Ouran I have a soft spot for.

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“Risk management starts at home,” says the black swan of all his troubles. Or he tries to.

Dad had shown them what an internal control was when they were three. And there were three things a three year old and his older brother were excited about: Daddy, pick me up. What is that? Ooh – Hikaru! spilled in laughter inside an office they could waddle through without a key. But if there’s a fourth thing, it’s climbing the keyboards until a program nearly crashes. Because Dad was the kind of guy—and still the guy—with a ton of peripherals at his station, and a litter of No, Son! baby signs were powerless to stop his children. But Dad was smart. An internal control for when your children were the same as trouble was to disconnect any items you had laying around and weren’t really using. And that was the first step to risk management as far as Dad would have them know: if there is something you really care about, you have a process to keep it safe.

And Dad cared about his and Hikaru’s pure enjoyment in being children. Even if it flew in the face of all reasoning and there was a footprint on one of his monitors: he would hoist them on either thigh as they clamor up to see him work, and there would be these boring white dotted graphs with crazy red lines zipped about. Then he’d say, Boys. That’s how many devices Daddy’s pinned as rogue machines. and showed a different graph of the ones he dispatched from the home network in the past week. And though the takeaway was having processes that were on the lookout for any rogues, Hikaru’s ingeniousness looked at the computer and thought the coolest thing was to break the system.

Thus Mom lamented when her dearest darling became an eccentric little nerd, and there was never exactly a quiet moment when the home network could fall to pieces. So it surprises no one when Hikaru vapes about twice a day for his muse, but will begrudgingly be a son-in-law to one of the biggest heads in all of healthcare. Not that he says that, at least verbally. Nor in the toasty vanilla-smoke—because ‘water vapor’ ruins the rhyme—coming to clutch him around the shoulders like a cozy mourning gown.

For himself.

For his brother—Kaoru’s somehow hitched with demons, and there’s an exaggeration somewhere in there that neither of them will ever drop.

He’s convinced himself Kaoru’s married while at the very most, he’s just engaged. But that might as well be the Devil talking when Hikaru puffs up without a vape. He quickly joins him on the couch as if he heard his brother was having twins, like he’s too young—Hikaru—to be an uncle at twenty-three.

#joey speaks #writeblr #writing community #fanfic preview #fic preview #kaoru hitachiin #hikaru hitachiin

[humming-pokemon-helpers]

[???, 1:43 PM, July 23rd]

Teleportation, on its own, is usually disorienting enough. Teleportation mid-tackling some blond and blue loser is about five times worse than that, the two hitting the old, wearing concrete floor of here with a painful groan. To her credit, Vanilla’s quick to the draw despite the everything that has just transpired. Hip to sword to horrible, horrible man’s throat barely even feels like a second. This might be the first time something resembling fear's ever crossed Colress's eyes, and she relishes it.

"Listen to me, you..."

He hesitates.

"I can't imagine why Ghetsis ever let you leave. You clearly possess the sort of power he wishes he had."

Vanilla bites back a harsh growl.

...I can't just kill him.

Currently, their reasoning for the conviction is a little bit weak. This is the same man who tried to electrocute them within an inch of their life, and just the week before, affected their mind so harshly they nearly murdered him without any consciousness behind it. But she's terrified of what comes from breaking that conviction again, and so she makes her own excuses.

I bet Interpol has some reason they're keeping him around. Better to not.

The hesitation is enough for Colress's Beheeyem to catch its breath again, and the moment is gone. Vanilla reaches for Cobalion's Pokéball, and... oh. He released himself already. Too early. He's back in a lab in Nimbasa somewhere. ...It takes more than a little willpower to not scream.

Instead, they lock eyes with the Beheeyem, grab another Pokéball, and send forth the Altaria inside it. He hums brilliantly, turning to his trainer for guidance.

"Chiru, help me take this place down, okay?" They snarl. Even if Colress doesn't understand, Beheeyem does, flying at the bird and teleporting away at the last second. Bluffing to steal attention. Vanilla stands, pointfully driving one of Colress's wrists into the concrete with her foot as the scientist's other hand tries to sweep her second leg. That one lands square in Colress's stomach as retaliation, and he lets go with a guttural noise. Just in time for Vanilla to barely shield his eyes from a Lumina Crash.

Finally, they can take in their surroundings a bit. None of this room seems particularly important. Two doors. No giant computer towers screaming to be Dragon Pulsed into pieces. They do slam the strange alien into a standing bookshelf, though, for good measure. Now to get moving again, before Colress pulls something else...

He picks the right door, if only due to the promise of what sounds like footsteps. The door opens, with a bit of physical persuasion, to what appears to be a ruined basement. Light shines through small pieces of the foundation, walls cracked and crumbling, and where it shines, patches of tall grass grow, Musharna floating softly. Fallen bookshelves and stacks of water-damaged boxes block the way here and there, but... nothing critical. Shit. Those footsteps come back.

"Hey, boss, is everything..."

The... person... standing before Vanilla is something unbelievable. Head halfway turned to some bronze statue with yellow, beaming eyes, left arm hanging heavily like scrap metal to their side, pulling its person with it, and strange metallic, spherical bearings melded with the rest of their body. They apply a bit of psychic power to pick their arm up again. Vanilla backs up a few paces, hitting the heavy metal door.

"W-what in the..."

"Oh, shoot, you know, I get that a lot. Cost of science, you see? We're trying to see if Steel-type DNA could ever be compatible with human bodies. And you might say 'no', but I'm still alive! Even got these psychic powers out of it. All thanks to my partner Bronzong! Now you..."

The strange... man? takes a few steps forward.

"You're a really clean specimen, actually! Look at that! The worst you've got is those legs, but other than that, it's almost cute! The ears! The tail! You know, people'd pay to look like that! I didn't know Colress refined his process that much!"

"I'm not... I was born like this. What the hell do you mean, specimen? Refined process?"

"Holy shit! You're a nat? I guess Colress was right, natural hybrids really are better... what are you, a Zor? There's a lot of people looking for those kinds of abilities! No wonder he brought you in. Zorua are so tricky after all, we haven't been able to get anything on them..."

As the assistant/experiment keeps blathering on, Vanilla presses his back further against the door, breath heavy, weighing his options. Even if this "hybrid" isn't a threat currently, everything in their body screams that he is. That has to be worth something, right?

"Now I dunno what you're doing out here, but I can take you back! Between you and me, you're better off allowed out and about than--"

All at once, the door clicks open behind Vanilla, and the world fragments itself into technicolor blocks of light as something hits their back, pulling their entire being in. Their body wasn't made for that.

It hurts. It hurts. It's not supposed to hurt like that. So bad they can't even struggle. Not that they could anyways. She forces herself to curl up in the darkness, mind dulled to anything but rest and the twisting pain of holding this new size.

Everything, everyone else will have to wait.

#pokeblogging #pkmn irl #a cross of strange colors #high stakes pokeblogging #//off screen post #long post #tw injury #tw violence #tw body horror

[abbygraceasd]

42

Two chapters? In one day? It must be my birthday!

The Doctor is using his sonic screwdriver on Martha’s phone.

He walks around the center console, still working, “There we go! Universal Roaming. Never have to worry about a signal again!” He throws the phone back to Martha, who catches it with one hand.

The Doctor begins to press buttons on the console.

“No way! But it’s… too mad! You’re telling me I can call anyone, anywhere in Space and Time on my mobile?!” Martha asks.

“As long as you know the area code.” I grin, glancing at the Doctor, “Frequent Fliers’ privilege.” I pull out my phone, “I’ve got it too. Go on. Try it.”

Martha begins to dial.

The Tardis jolts suddenly, throwing all three of us to the floor. The monitor is flashing red.

“Distress signal! Locking on!” With his foot, the Doctor activates a switch on the console, “Might be a bit of…” 

Another violent jolt sends us all flying again. Then, all is still.

The Doctor sits up, “Turbulence. Sorry!”

He runs towards the door, while Martha and I stand up.

“Come on, girls! Let’s take a look!”

We run after him.

The doors open and the Doctor walks out, “Whoa! Now that is hot!”

Martha and I step out.

“Whoa! It’s like a sauna in here!” Martha takes off her jacket.

The Doctor looks at a piece of equipment, “Venting systems. Working at full pelt. Trying to cool down…” He stands up straight again, “Uh, wherever it is we are. Well! If you can’t stand the heat…” He walks towards a heavy-duty door, opens it, and walks through, “Well, that’s better…” “Oi! You three!” “Get out of there!” “Seal that door! Now!”

Two men quickly seal the door, just after Martha and I step out.

“Who are you? What are you doing on my ship?” The woman asks.

“Are you the police?”

“Why would we be police?” The Doctor asks.

“We got your distress signal.” I say.

“If this is a ship, why can’t I hear any engines?” “It went dead four minutes ago.”

“So maybe we should stop chatting and get to engineering. Captain.” The computer voice announces, “Secure closure active.” A clang sounds behind the woman and she looks, “What?!”

“The ship’s gone mad.” There's another woman running down the corridor, doors slamming shut behind her.

“Who activated secure closure? I nearly got locked into area 27.” The closest door slams shut locking all of us into area 29, “Who are you?” The Doctor goes to answer, but Martha cuts him off.

She sounds distracted, “He’s the Doctor, that’s Abby and I’m Martha. Hello.” She begins to walk forward. It looks like she’s possessed.

I immediately walk over to the window where she’s headed.

“Doctor!” I shout.

The Doctor runs over and looks out the window.

“Forty-two minutes until we crash into the sun.”

The Doctor runs away from the window, over to the Captain, and grabs her arm, “How many crew members are on board?” “Seven, including us.”

One of the men starts to speak only to be interrupted by the Doctor.

The Doctor runs back towards area 30, “Call the others, I’ll get you out!”

He goes to open the door. The crew members rush to stop him.

The Doctor opens the door, and the pure force of the heat knocks him backward and off his feet. He yells as he falls.

I rush to him, but he’s alright.

One of the crew members shuts the door, dressed in breathing apparatus, while everyone else crowds around the Doctor.

“But my ship’s in there!” He protests.

“In the vent chamber?” One of the men asks.

I wince, “We don’t really get a say in where she parks us.”

“The temperature’s going mad in there! Up 3000 degrees in ten seconds, and still rising.” “Channeling the air. The closer we get to the sun, the hotter that room’s gonna get.”

“We’re stuck here.” Martha says annoyed.

“So? We fix the engines, we steer the ship away from the Sun! Simple! Engineering down here, is it?!” The Doctor begins running down a corridor.

We follow him until he stops suddenly.

“Blimey! Do you always leave things in such a mess?” “Oh my god!” “What the hell happened?!”

We all walk over to what looks like a completely wrecked engine. Wires, springs, and casing are all over the place, all steaming.

“Oh, it’s wrecked.” “Pretty efficiently too.” I say, “Someone knew what they were doing.”

The Doctor wanders over to a computer terminal, attached to the wreckage.

The captain looks around, “Where’s Korwin? Has anyone heard from him or Ashton?”

“No.” “You mean someone did this on purpose?” Martha asks.

The captain runs over to an intercom system, “Korwin? Ashton? Where are you? Korwin, can you answer?!” She leaves the intercom, “Where the hell is he? He should be up here!”

The Doctor is scanning to find out where we are. Behind us, the crew are rushing about, trying to repair the ship. He slides his specs on, “Oh! We’re in the Torajiji system! Lovely!” The screen readout shows a system of planets, circling a huge sun, “You’re a long way from home, Martha. Half a universe away.” We walk away from the terminal.

Martha speaks sarcastically, “Yeah. Feels like it.”

The Doctor speaks to the captain, “And, you’re still using energy scoop for fusion? Hasn’t that been outlawed yet?”

The captain waves dismissively, “We’re due to upgrade next docking.” She walks away from him, “Scannell, engine report.”

Scannel walks over to the computer we were at before. He scans, with everyone looking anxiously over his shoulder.

The machine beeps several times.

“No response.” He runs over to the wrecked engine. “What?!” He’s examining pieces of wire protruding from the wreck, “They’re burnt out. The controls are wrecked. I can’t get them back online.” The Doctor takes his glasses off, “Oh come on! Auxiliary engines! Every craft’s got auxiliaries!” “We don’t have access from here. The auxiliary controls are in the front of the ship.” The captain tells us.

“Yeah, with 29 password-sealed doors between us and them. You’ll never get there in time.” Scannell scoffs.

“Can’t you override the doors?” I ask.

“No. sealed closure means what it says. They’re all dead-lock sealed. We’ve got no engines, no time, and no chance.” “Oh listen to you! Defeated before you’ve even started! Where’s your Dunkirk spirit?!” The Doctor looks to the captain, “Who’s got the door passwords?”

“They’re randomly generated. Reckon I know most of ‘em. Sorry. Riley Vashti.” Riley interrupts.

“Then what’re you waiting for Riley Vashti, get on it.” “Well, it’s a two-person job.” Riley goes and fetches what looks like a huge magnetic clamp and a huge backpack, “One, it takes to answer the questions, and the other to carry this.” He puts the kit on his back, “The oldest and cheapest security system around, eh captain?”

“Reliable and simple, just like you, eh Riley?” “Try and be helpful, get abuse. Nice!”

Martha takes equipment from Riley’s hands. “I’ll help you. Make myself useful.” “It’s remotely controlled by the computer panel. That’s why it needs two.” Riley turns, and heads away from the group.

Martha goes to follow him, I grab her arm, “Hey. Be careful.” She smiles, “You too.”

She turns, and follows Riley away.

Suddenly, a male voice comes over the intercom, “McDonnell? It’s Ashton.” McDonnells back to the intercom panel, “Where are you? Is Korwin with you?” “Get to the med-center, now!”

McDonnell leaves the intercom and runs.

The Doctor and I follow her.

We run into the med-center.

“Korwin! What’s happened? Is he ok?”

The Doctor goes to the foot of the bed, “How long’s he been like this?” “Ashton just brought him in.”

The Doctor pulls his sonic out and begins to scan Korwin.

“What are you doing?!” McDonnell shrieks.

Korwin screams in pain.

“Sonic impulse.” McDonnell pushes past Ashton to the head of the bed, “Don’t be so stupid, that’s my husband.” “And he’s just sabotaged our ship!”

“What?!”

The Doctor has finished scanning Korwin and tries to talk to him, “Korwin? Korwin, open your eyes for me a second.” “I can’t!” He cries.

“Yeah, of course you can. Go on.” “Don’t make me look at you! Please!”

The Doctor moves down the bed again, picking up a dart gun off a tray, “Alright, alright, alright. Just relax.” He holds up the gun, “Sedative?”

The woman nods, “Yes.” The Doctor presses the gun up against Korwin’s neck, and administers the sedative. Korwin gives one final shout, then falls silent and still. He sets the gun back down on the tray.

He perches on the bed and crosses his arms, “Rising body temperature, unusual energy readings…” He points to what looks like an MRI scanner, “Stasis chamber. I do love a good stasis chamber. Keep him sedated in there. Regulate the body temperature.” 

The woman looks at him questioningly but rushes to do what he says.

“And just for fun, run a bio-scan and tissue profile on a metabolic detail.” “Just doing them now.” “Oh, you’re good. Anyone else presenting these symptoms?” “Not so far.”

“Well, that’s something.” McDonnell continues to stand by Korwin’s bd, looking down on him, “Will someone tell me what is the matter with him?!” “Some sort of infection. We’ll know more after the test results. Now, Allons-y, back downstairs. Ay! See about those engines. Go.” The Doctor orders.

Ashton goes to leave, but McDonnell remains static.

“Ay! Go!” He speaks to the woman, “Call us if there’s news.” 

I exit the med-center, following McDonnell and Ashton.

The Doctor talks through the intercom, “Abi, how’s Korwin doing? Any results from the bio-scan?”

“He’s under heavy sedation. I’m just trying to make sense of this data. Give me a couple of minutes and I’ll let you know.”

I then call Martha over the intercom, “Martha? Riley? How’re you doing?” “Area 29, at the door to 28!”

The Doctor puts on his glasses, staring at the readout above the comm. station, “You’ve gotta move faster!”

“We’re doing our best!”

“Find the next number in the sequence: 313, 331, 367… What?”

“You said the crew knew all the answers.” “The crew’s changed since we set the questions.” “You’re joking.”

“379!” The Doctor runs over to the intercom.

“What?!”

“It’s a sequence of happy primes. 379.” “Happy what?” “Just enter it!” He commands.

“Are you sure? We only get one chance!” I see the annoyance on his face, “Any number which reduces to one when you take the sum of the square of its digits and you continue iterating until it yields one is a happy number. Any number that doesn’t isn’t. A happy prime is a number which is both happy and prime, now type it in!” He turns to McDonnell, who is climbing down a ladder. She gives him a dirty look. “I dunno, talk about dumbing down! Don’t they teach recreational mathematics anymore?”

“We’re through!” “Keep moving. Fast as you can.” The Doctor takes off his glasses, “And, Martha, be careful. There may be something else on board this ship.”

“Any time you wanna unnerve me, feel free!”

“Will do, thanks.” He switches the comm. off, and walks away.

He notices me staring at him, “What?” I lean in and whisper, “If we weren’t in mortal danger there are so many things I’d do to you.” 

He pulls away slightly, looking flustered, “Good to know.”

The Doctor is looking at a piece of broken equipment, with the remaining crew standing around, watching him.

“We need a backup in case they don’t reach the auxiliary engines in time. Come on! Think! Resources, what have we got?!”

Martha’s voice comes over the intercom, “Who had the most number ones, Elvis, or the Beatles? That’s pre-download.”

“Elvis!” I call out, “He had 21 and the Beatles only had 18!”

“Got it!” She replies before the intercom shuts off.

“Resources. So, the power’s still working, the generator’s going. If we can harness that. Ah!”

“Use the generator to jump-start the ship.” McDonnell realizes.

“Exactly! At the very least, it’ll buy us some time.” “That… is brilliant.” “I know! See! Tiny glimmer of hope!”

Most of the crew are now smiling.

“If it works.” Scannell says.

“Oh, believe me. You’re gonna make it work.” Scannelly walks off, looking dejected.

Ashton and the Doctor look at McDonnell with respect.

“That told him!”

“Doctor, these readings are starting to scare me.” Abi speaks over the intercom.

“What’d you mean?”

“Well, Korwin’s body’s changing! His whole biological make-up, it… it’s impossible.”

There’s a bang, “This is med-center. Urgent assistance is requested. Urgent assistance!”

The Doctor runs off, “Stay here! Keep working!” McDonnell stops and goes after him.

I grab the comm, “Abi. they’re on their way.” “What’s happening to you?” There’s a deep voice, “Burn with me. Burn with me. Burn with me.” I can hear Abi’s frightened voice, “K-Korwin, you’re sick…” “Burn. with. Me!”

We hear Abi screaming.

“What were those screams?” “Concentrate on the doors! Keep moving forward!” I tell her.

“Everybody, listen to me! Something has infected Korwin. We think… He killed Abi Lerner. None of you must go anywhere near him, is that clear?” McDonnell announces.

“Understood Captain.” Ashton presses a button to change stations, “Erina? Get back here with that equipment!”

“I’m gonna go help the Doctor.” I walk off.

“Doctor, we’re through to area 17.” “Keep going. You’ve got to get to area one and reboot those engines.”

I meet up with him as he’s running down a corridor.

“Doctor! We’re stuck in an escape pod off the Area 17 airlock. One of the crew’s trying to jettison us! You’ve got to help us!”

We go to engineering.

“Why is this happening?”

The Doctor takes off his glasses, “Stay here! I mean it this time!” He runs off grabbing my hand to pull me with him, “Jump start those engines!” The Doctor and I are running at top speed trying to get to Martha.

“That’s enough!” Ashton turns to look at us, “What do you want? Why this ship? Tell me!”

Rather than answer, Ashton turns, and puts his fist through the keypad.

“Come on. Let’s see you.”

Ashton advances on the Doctor, until they are almost nose to nose, “I wanna know what you really are…”

Ashton lifts his hand to his visor.

Suddenly he doubles up and backs away before he stands upright again, heading straight for us.

He moves past us, heading out of area 17.

While the Doctor goes to the comm. I rush to the airlock door.

“Martha!” I shout, “We’ll save you!”

The pod disengages, I continue to shout, pleading now, “We’ll save you!”

The pod slowly moves out into space, and towards the sun.

“Scannell! I need a spacesuit in area 17, now!” “What for?” I take the comm from the Doctor’s hand, “Just get down here!” I stand upright and walk back to the airlock door.

The Doctor is dressed in a space suit, Scannell is trying to talk him out of it.

“I can’t let you do this.” “Just shut up! We need to get the rest of the doors open. We need the auxiliary engines.” I yell.

The Doctor presses a button on a keypad once inside the airlock, which opens the exterior door.

“Doctor! How’re you doing?” “I can’t I can’t reach! I don’t know how much longer I can last!” “Come on! Don’t give up now!”

I watch him struggle to get back inside the airlock. 

Once he’s inside, he gets on his knees, looking out to the sun.

“Doctor, close the airlock now!” I cry out.

The Doctor literally falls out of the airlock back into the corridor of the spaceship, still on his knees.

“Doctor!” I shout.

He’s on the floor, writhing in pain.

He opens his eyes, revealing whatever infected Korwin and Ashton has gotten to him too. “Stay away from me!” He closes his eyes again.

We back up.

“What’s happened?” McDonnell asks from behind us.

“It’s your fault, Captain McDonnell!”

She points away, “Riley! Get down to area 10 and help Scannell with the doors!” “You mined that sun!” The Doctor shouts, “Stripped its surface for cheap fuel! You should’ve scanned for life!” “I don’t understand.” The Doctor screams, “That sun is alive! A living organism! They scooped out its heart, used it for fuel, and now it’s screaming!” “What do you mean? How can a sun be alive? Why’s he saying that?!” “Because it’s living in me.” McDonnell seems to realize what she’s done, “Oh, my god…” “Humans! You grab whatever’s nearest and bleed it dry!” He’s screaming in agony, “You should’ve scanned!” “It takes too long! We’d be caught! Fusion scoops are illegal!”

He cries out in pain, “You’ve got to freeze me, quickly!”

I grab his arm, helping him up, “Martha! Come on!” She grabs his other arm and we drag him towards the med-center.

As we break through the plastic of the med-center, he screams.

I run to the stasis chamber grabbing the instruction manual. “Abby, where are you?!” He reaches out blindly. “It’s alright! I’m here!” I grab his hand, “Stasis chamber, minus 200, yeah?” We lift him onto the stasis chamber bed.

“No, you don’t know how this equipment works! You’ll kill him! Nobody can survive those temperatures!” McDonnell follows us in.

“He’s not human! If he says he’ll survive, then he will.”

“Let me help you then!” “Fuck off! You’ve done enough damage!” I scream. “Ten seconds. That’s all I’ll be able to take. No more!” He screams, “Abby!”

He gurgles and retches, “It’s burning me up. I can’t control it. If you don't get rid of it.” He speaks darkly as if the presence of the sun is breaking through, “I could kill you. I could kill you all.” He screams, “I’m scared! I’m so scared!”

I sob, “It’s okay.”

I let go of his hand and push the lever that slides him back into the stasis chamber, I type in 200 and press the button to start the process.

The Doctor screams continuously.

The stasis chamber hits minus 70 degrees but shuts off.

The Doctor starts whimpering. “No! Abby, you can’t stop it! Not yet!” “What’s going on?!” I shout. “Power’s been cut in engineering.” “Who’s down there?” Martha demands.

“Leave it to me.” McDonnell runs out.

I sob, trying to get the stasis chamber to work.

“Abby! Listen!” He shouts, “I’ve only got a moment, you’ve gotta go!”

“No!”

“Get to the front! Vent the engines! Sun particles in the fuel,! Get rid of them!” “I’m not leaving you!” I cry, turning to Martha, “Go, give back what they took!” “What about you?!” “I’ll be fine. He won’t hurt me.” Matha runs out.

He falls out of the stasis chamber.

I pull him up and hug him tightly. “Abby, no! It’s going to kill you!” He tries to escape my grasp.

“I’m not gonna let you go again!” I sob, holding tight.

He slowly relaxes in my grip, I can feel his temperature go down.

“Abby?” He whispers.

“Yes?”

“It’s gone. The sun’s gone. Martha did it.” I cry in relief, pulling away from the hug to kiss him.

Riley and Scannell are standing, admiring the Tardis, while the three of us walk around it, making sure she’s okay.

“This is not your ship!”

“Compact! Eh! And another good word, robust! Barely a scorch mark on her.” Martha seems concerned about the two remaining crew members, “We can’t just leave them drifting with no fuel.”

“We’ve sent out an official mayday. The authorities will pick us up soon enough.” Riley says.

“Though, how we explain what happened…” The Doctor opens the doors to the Tardis, “Just tell them. That sun needs care and protection, just like any other living thing.” Scannell nods.

The Doctor and I step inside the Tardis.

“So! Didn’t really need you in the end, did we?!” Martha asks as she walks up the ramp.

He looks sad and distant.

“Sorry. How’re you doing?” Rather than answer, the Doctor becomes businesslike, “Now! What do you say? Ice skating on the mineral lakes of Cuhlhan, fancy it?”

“Whatever you like.” She speaks unenthusiastically. The Doctor looks at her and realizes, “By the way, you’ll be needing this.” He pulls out a Tardis key on a long chain.

“Really?!” “Frequent Flier’s Privilege.” He slowly drops it into her hand, and looks at her properly, “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.” Martha smiles.

#tenth doctor x reader #doctor who x reader #autistic writer #chrysalis story #autistic!reader #doctor who #doctor who x oc #tenth doctor x oc

[jaywings]

HI I'M LATE. Writing asks: 7, 37, 44, 75!

7. Post a snippet from a wip

A dust-encrusted desk with a computer sat in the corner. Zim nodded and marched lock-kneed to it. He was violently shoved aside by GIR, who leaped onto the rolling chair in an explosion of old, half-disintegrated foam, sending the chair crashing into the wall. “I’m gonna play Club Penguin!” GIR cried. “No!” Zim knocked him off the chair. “No penguin-clubbing! I have work to do!” “Aw.” GIR’s pout lasted approximately three seconds before something else caught his attention and he ran to investigate whatever it was. Zim pursed his lips and leaned toward the monitor, jamming his thumb on the power button. An Irken computer never failed to respond immediately. This piece of shlinkgoff trash took so long to boot up that Zim nearly snapped the keyboard in frustration.

37. What fic has been the hardest for you to write?

Hm... I want to say Real Science, because it's the longest thing I've ever written (quite unintentionally), and it tries to balance around six POV characters from two completely different fandoms. It also focuses on characters that can be a bit of a challenge to write- GLaDOS, Chell, and Zim especially. It's really pleasing when people comment about liking their dialogue and characterization.

44. What is your favorite genre to write?

Adventure! For long fics, at least. For short fics I like slice-of-life stuff, recovery and bonding, and "missing" scenes that could fit into the source material.

75. Is there a particular fic that readers gravitated towards that you didn’t expect?

Yeah, that's For This Music is My Language, my one Coco fic. It's got the most hits next to Real Science, and it tops both the kudos and bookmarks. I don't really know how people still find it tbh, haha.

#ask memes #babycharmander #Thank you!