clever disguises

Snake’s Snakes: A Guide

As someone who loves snakes, I really love Snake. Of course that also means I really love his snakes, and as someone who’s always been kind of a biology nerd, I thought to try my hand at classifying them. This was honestly really fun to do, and I hope some of you enjoy it!

…. says Keats.


Starting with my personal favorite, Emily is without a doubt a kingsnake, and if we want to go further she’s most likely a red milk snake. The distinctive pattern, bands of yellow and black on red, are actually a trademark of many kingsnake species. This clever disguise is used to mimic the venomous coral snake, keeping predators away.

Some fun kingsnake lore, these constrictors got their name because they hunt and consume other snakes when given the opportunity. They even hunt rattlesnakes, and have a high immunity to their venom.


Next we have Oscar, who is most definitely a red-tailed green ratsnake. Don’t be fooled by the name, their tails are typically not red, but a light brown. Oscar was also very easy to identify, the tail and the cute blue tongue really gave it away.

Interestingly, this species is known for having quite the attitude when kept in captivity, which I find translates well into Oscar’s cheeky personality. These snakes are also exceptional hunters, waiting in treetops to strike birds in mid-flight.


My second favorite noodle, Donne, is a tiny little thing called a blind snake. At first I thought he might be a worm snake, but the length and lack of eyes made me reconsider (blind snakes have very small rudimentary eyes that are barely visible, especially from a distance). These little cuties are harmless, and indeed small enough to sit on the human ear, at only 8 cm long (they can grow up to 16 cm, but not usually).


This dazzling noodle here is a corn snake, but not just a corn snake. Goethe is partially albino! If the striking fluorescent orange coloring and pretty pink eyes weren’t enough, he’s got a lovely pattern that certainly screams “creamsicle” to me.

Unlike Oscar, corn snakes make lovely pets with even temperaments, second only to ball pythons (though I guess I’m a little biased).  


Unlike Goethe, Keats is completely albino… which made pinpointing him a little difficult. It also doesn’t help that he has no patterning whatsoever. So, going by the shape of his face and his total size, I’d say Keats is most likely an albino gopher snake.


This one was a little tricky, despite his pattern it was difficult to pinpoint what Wordsworth could possibly be. After mulling it over, I realized he’s a corn snake. Though the pattern might look a little different, it follows the same rule, and the head and pupil shape match.

A good rule of thumb, if the pupil is round and the head is small, it’s most likely a constrictor. Venomous snakes tend to have slit pupils and skinny necks (and big fat heads). This helps identifying to some degree.


Wilde is a big ol’ snake most people know, a boa constrictor. As far as they go, he’s certainly tiny, but his face and body shape are near identical (the pear shaped head is pretty indicative of large constrictors).

Despite being fairly small for a boa, Wilde is still a hefty snake, and would probably weigh upwards of 20-27 kg. That’s a lot to hold on your shoulders! 


Unlike the rest of Snake’s snakes, Webster stands out in that he’s the only venomous one here. His pattern, bright yellow eyes, and slit pupils all indicate that he’s a copperhead. Another difference between venomous and non-venomous snakes, the fangs are only prominent in venomous snakes (non-venomous snakes don’t need to pump venom, so their teeth are smaller and hook-shaped). Despite being a pit viper, copperhead’s venom has a low potency, and the snake themselves are considered none aggressive.


Despite searching through almost every arc and skimming through the ovas, the only panels I’ve found of Bronte were of absolutely no help… I can’t even fathom what he might be. He is… a mystery.

nell411  asked:

I don't remember which blog you posted about this on, but on one of your blogs you mentioned a theory that it was actually Jeremiah that encouraged Kara to hide her powers and act normal not Eliza. Having just finished season 1 again, seeing the references to the past and what I remember of season 2, since I've only rewatched the first 2 episodes so far, I can totally see how that would make sense and if you ever post the details of that theory I would read the shit out it.

I think I mentioned it here at some point? Maybe. I have talked about it with @ultranos​ and with @motorcyclegirlfriends​ a couple of times.

It’s not really a *theory* in that I think it is the One True Way to read the family dynamics, it’s just … an interpretation of canon that nobody’s really considered that is both interesting and frighteningly easy to spin into a plausible headcanon.

The starting point is Alex.

Namely, it’s the fact that Alex is not a reliable narrator when it comes to any member of her immediate family.

She admits repeatedly in S1 that her own insecurities and jealousy toward Kara colored her perception of their relationship for years. She spent the better part of a decade inaccurately reading her relationship with Eliza, again because her insecurities clouded her judgment.

So, if Alex wasn’t seeing Kara or Eliza clearly for all those years, why should we expect her assessment of Jeremiah to be accurate, either?

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anonymous asked:

God do I love your prompts where the villain and hero have sexual tension 😏 just wanted to tell you you're amazing!

“You know, I’ve always wondered what you looked like under all of those clever disguises and deceptions of yours,” their enemy said. They studied the protagonist with unconcealed curiosity, biting down on a grin on their lip.

The protagonist swallowed, mouth dry, trying to get a good look at their enemy in turn. Of course, after all, they’d wondered. Perhaps more than they should with the glimpses they’d caught here and there. They raised a brow. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

Their enemy laughed and took a step closer in the gloom, letting the light fall upon their face. 

The protagonist’s breath caught, before they fumbled to fulfill their own part of the bargain however foolishly.

“Oh now,” their enemy murmured. “Aren’t you lovely. It seems a shame to hide it.”

my jse ego theory

Ok so 

I was thinking about all the jacksepticeye egos, and how they’re all connected. Stay with me here. 

Firstly, we need to go over what we know about the egos. We know:

1) Dapper is just Anti in disguise. We know this because during the “glitch” part of the silent film video, he’s seen ripping off his mustache. This is a common trope for villains revealing their clever disguises.

2) Dr Schneep tried to save Jack and is the nemesis of Anti.

3) Jackieboy Man is the cool-ified version of Jack (see the Cool Patrol music video.)

4) Chase Brody has a family. We also know that Anti may have corrupted him.

Additional information we know:

1) Anti can travel through time and possibly to alternate dimensions. The only reason we know this is because Jack liked a tumblr post that talked about this. Sure that’s not really solid validation, but I’ll take it. The alternate dimensions part is important.

2) Anti is possibly triggered by Jack injuring himself. Alternatively, him cutting his finger in the silent film video could have been intentional by Anti.

With alternate dimensions and time travel, consider this:

Usually I don’t like talking about Rob Zombie because personally I don’t consider him an ego. However, since the rest of the community does, what about this: what if Rob Zombie is Jack after Anti killed him.

Think about it. Anti has killed Jack twice now, but Jack is still tickin’ and making videos. How? Because Anti killed him in alternate dimensions. Rob Zombie could be Schneep’s attempt at saving him in one of those dimensions. Almost like Frankenstein.

And what about Marvin? The magnificent magician who has it all. The charasmatic and successful man that everyone loves, yet always concealed behind a mask. Capable of amazing and impossible feats. What if Marvin is the successful version Chase Brody from another dimension? Chase, the man who could never pull off impressive tricks or make anyone love him.

And all of this, pulled by the strings of the Puppeteer. Antisepticeye himself. The demon who can manipulate time and space, fueled and brought to life by our own blind admiration. The being that never fails to remind us that he’s truly in control, that he’s here now, not Jack. Because that’s exactly the point. 

We’re all just going in fucking circles.

Jeremy And Michael’s Argument (between Do You Wanna Hang and Michael In The Bathroom)

I wrote this down for the reference of people who haven’t listened to the audio for Be More Chill (which is on YouTube, just search it) or seen the actual musical. Enjoy your daily dose of feels ✌

Michael, walking into bathroom: So…
Jeremy: Michael..?! I didn’t know you were invited to this party..!!
Michael: I wasn’t. Which is why I’m wearing this clever disguise. (Idk what it is but it’s probs v dumb)
Michael: You’re speechless. Squip got your tongue?
Jeremy: No, it’s… *quietly* it’s off.
Michael: That would explain why you’re talking to me. I was thinking about this moment. What i was gonna say to you. I had this really pissed off monologue; an epic journey through twelve years of friendship- what?
Jeremy: No, it’s just.. It’s just really great to see you, man.
Michael: Well, it won’t be, when you hear what i found out.
Jeremy: Found out? About… How, there’s nothing on the internet about-
Michael: Which is weird, right? I mean, what’s not on the internet? So, i started asking around, and finally, this guy i play Warcraft with told me his brother went from a straight D student to a freshman at Harvard. You know where he is now?
Jeremy: Really happy and successful?
Michael: He’s in a mental hospital. Totally lost it.
Jeremy: Alright, i don’t see what that has to do with me or my s-
Michael: Think, man! We’re talking an insanely powerful supercomputer. You think its primary function is to get you laid?! Who made them?! How did they end up in a high school?! IN NEW JERSEY?! Of all powerful applications for such mind-blowingly advanced technology, do you ever wonder what it’s doing inside YOU?
Jeremy:.. Tch, and I thought Chloe was jealous.
Michael: I’m honestly asking.
Jeremy: Oh, really? Because i think.. You’re just pissed that I have one and you don’t.
Michael: Oh, come on-
Jeremy: Hey, maybe i got lucky, alright?! Is that so weird?! With MY history, i-i would say that the universe owed me one. And look, i don’t know about your, uh, your friend’s brother’s whatever, but if you’re telling me that his squip made him crazy-
Michael: The squip didn’t make him crazy-
Jeremy: Alright, there you go-!
Michael: He went crazy trying to get it out!!!
Jeremy:…. Well, then, I’ve got nothing to worry about, why would i want it out?
Michael: *blocking the door* …..
Jeremy: Come on man, move it.
Michael: Ha.. Or you’ll what?
Jeremy:…….. *harshly* Get out of my way.. Loser.
Michael:….. *lets him leave and then locks himself in*
Jenna: *knocks on door* Hello?! Some of us have to pee!
Michael, in the bathroom: I’m having my period..!
Jenna: Take your time, honey!
*Michael In The Bathroom plays*

Of names, fairies and not so fair things

Anonymous said:What about some prompts on a human that is entirely too clever and a fairy who has made it their mission to somehow trip them up, get them to agree to a deal, promise things, etc?

Anonymous said:How about a little switcheroo? Human uses fairy’s true name against them!

Anonymous said:Oh jeepers, more fairies using humans name against them please! Or just dark fairies in general, they’re my fav!

baconator153 said:Hey could I have some prompts for someone who is taken as a sort of pet/prized possession by the fae and slowly finds themselves accepting and submitting gleefully to their new life?

1) It wasn’t an obsession. Being intent upon one human for a lifetime meant nothing, a human lifetime was a blip compared to the lifespan of their kind. It wasn’t an obsession. It was entertainment. Just a game. They tried absolutely everything - promises of power and wealth, clever disguises as pretty things, promises of love, temptations and trickeries and nothing. For forty years, there was nothing. They knew their name, of course, having heard it in passing, but that wasn’t the same as being told a name or offered it by the named. They’d even tried seeing if the human was of some secret fey lineage (no, they weren’t) because surely no human could hold such cleverness. And then…and then the human began to forget things. They watched. They saw. They forgotten keys and dates and little things, going a bit muddled around the edges. It should have delighted them, really. At first it did.It was easy to take advantage of. But suddenly it didn’t seem like a fun game anymore. They caught the (their) human’s arm as they stumbled, observing them carefully. 
“[Name]. My name is [name].”
It chilled the fairy to finally hear it offered so freely, and the human just appeared so tired. Their grip tightened  a little. The human fished in their pockets, drawing out a crumpled piece of paper and offering it over. 
“Alzheimer’s,” the human said. “Got the results this morning.”

2) The human smiled and moved closer. Pressed their lips to the fairy’s ear and then murmured -
It felt like a millennia since they’d last heard their own name, spoken and never by a human. To speak another’s name, among fairies, was a most intimate act when to possess another’s name was to have such power over them. The fairy’s head went crystal blank. They stared at the human, this stranger, unable to mask their shock. “Your sovereign took someone very dear to me, [name].” It was overwhelming to hear it twice in a row and the fairy squeezed their eyes shut. “So I thought maybe I’d take someone very dear to them. Took a bit of digging, but I got there. Aren’t you going to tell me how clever I am, [name]?”

3) “One day,” the fairy bit out through their teeth. “You’re going to forget to use my name when you tell me not to hurt you.” A name, after all, wasn’t an order forever. It could shape and twist and define - to be named after truth, or love or loyalty. But it wasn’t forever. There were no commands for forever.
The human raised their brows. “When that day comes,” they promised. “You’re not going to even want to hurt me anymore.”

4) The human shivered as they heard their name float across the room. Quiet, and yet as striking and accurate as an arrow when it came from those lips. No need for raised voices, merely a murmur of their name. A reminder. The fairy crooked their finger to summon the human to their side, away from humans and human things. An arm wrapped around their waist. “Having fun?” the fairy murmured. “Missing home?”
“You are my home now.” 
They knew they’d said the right thing, passed the test, at the amused flicker of a smile that crossed the fairy’s lips. Yet. “Why don’t you introduce me to your old friends, love?” Endearments. The human used to loathe them, but now when they knew the power their name could wield it seemed a kindness. 

5) “You can’t control me, I haven’t given you my name,” the human dared. Eyes ablaze with wildness, as fierce as a jungle cat. 
The fey grinned sharp-toothed. “I know other names still that might sway your heart. What about this one?” They leaned in close, like imparting a secret, a kiss, and whispered their lover’s name. 
The human closed their eyes. “What have you done to them?”
“Ah see, the name is swaying you already! Such a sweet name, too. Fragile. I like this game.”

6) It was difficult, at first. Everything was so different. It became easy, freeing. There was nothing to worry about anymore, all pain soothed away as swiftly as it was dealt. They’d never done anything wild in their life but the fae were nothing but wild. It was easy to get swept away in the circus, in the colour and the hedonism and the magic. And in you. Everything I was was yours to be worried about, to take care of, to mould as you pleased. I couldn’t do wrong because it wasn’t my responsibility to think of such things for myself. For the first time in my life, I got to be perfect because any of my flaws were only yours and nothing to do with me. I liked it when they looked at me and declared me perfect, or lovely, or such fun. I never got to be those things before you.

7) “You seem calmer now,” the fairy noted. They cupped some water from the brook in their hands, offering it up to the human. It was a familiar ritual by now. To consume anything in this world had a dreamy affect, and, distantly, they were aware it was an intoxicating, drugging, tranquilizing one too. They drank. Because it was true - they were calmer now. The fairy considered them, shifting one hand to pet their hair once they’d drank their fill. “Are you happy here?”
The human nodded, smiling brightly. 
The fairy hummed, and their grip turned tight. “How boring.” 

Internalized Homophobia Masterlist

a home that i wanted to grow up in (ao3) - newtslittleniffler

Summary: Fear of his feelings drove Dan away from Phil, losing himself in a bad crowd, leaving Phil all alone. over six months, they become complete strangers - but then they’re brought back together. love can’t be avoided, right?

Blasphemy (ao3) - thatonephanwriter

Summary: The one where pansexual pastel!Dan reluctantly relocates and punk!Phil is the school’s popular straight Christian, but little do they know that’s gonna change once the pretty pastel boy with the flower crowns moves in to town.

Blue Neighbourhood - gorgeousdan

Summary: The blue neighbourhood au that no one asked for.

Brave Fighter, Matchmaker (ao3) - NangerDama

Summary: Dan Howell is preparing for his big Tae Kwon Do match, but he gets injured just before it’s time to win- and it’s no accident. Dan finds his life is being hurdled in another direction as everything he knows to be true in his life comes cascading down.

Color Me Shades Of Smitten - philpov

Summary: High school au in which Dan is an introspective poet, and Phil is a quiet math geek. One day their paths cross, and their lives both change for good.

Feel Good Inc - mangothatismelancholy

Summary: Dan is your local sexually ambiguous religious boy. Phil is your local bad boy that sleeps with anyone that’ll have him and sins as if second nature. Then there’s also the poor original character that gets caught between them and their ridiculous amount of sexual tension. Threesomes, eh?

for dan (ao3) - alisonheart

Summary: Everything Dan has been through in the last 23 years has made him who he is today. A letter from the perspective of his childhood best friend.

Hidden Behind Straightened Hair - snowbunnylester

Summary: The fives times Dan’s hair was used as a joke to hide his insecurity about his sexuality, and the one time it wasn’t.

Kinsey Two - thatsmistertoyou

Summary: The Kinsey scale, also called the Heterosexual–Homosexual Rating Scale, attempts to describe a person’s sexual experience or response at a given time.

My Freudian Slip - vodkagirls

Summary: School!AU. Dan Howell is a mess, but so is Phil Lester. And for some reason– that sort of brings them together.

Old Habits, Young Love, and Other Things That Just Won’t Die - butterflyphil

Summary: Despite their branding, Dan and Phil haven’t actually been friends for all of the seven years that they’ve known each other. For almost two of those years, ‘best friend’ was just a label they used on the internet, a clever disguise used to keep people from knowing what they really were. Because from the day they met until the day they broke up, Dan and Phil were something else entirely. Not something more. Just something else.

On Fire - thatsmistertoyou

Summary: In which Dan tries to unravel the fiery, shitty-metaphor-ridden enigma that is his sexuality.

Purple Lavender Clouds - vodkagirls

Summary: Or, the one where Dan and Phil aren’t bitch ass liars and actually met while Dan was a student at Manchester Uni. If you can cue student stress, shitty studio apartments, and copious weed use– you’ve got the right picture.

@replies and acceptance - thespianhowell

Summary: Dan felt like a walking dead person. He didn’t feel fully there. But then one day, a boy woke him up.

Scarier Things - jilliancares

Summary: Dan’s worst fear is being outed, and his boggart knows that. After being outed to his class, Phil shows him that there are scarier things than being gay (and maybe that wasn’t the smartest idea, but he’s a Hufflepuff, not a Ravenclaw).

Stolen Dance - silverluminosity

Summary: Piano teacher Dan Howell has a crush on a pretty co-worker that he wants to impress, and when he finds out she’s a dancer, he figures it can’t hurt to take dance lessons. But when he gets to the studio to meet his instructor, things don’t go quite the way he planned.

The Boy Who Couldn’t Hold His Breath Underwater - snowbunnylester

Summary: Internalized homophobia is probably one of the hardest obstacles to overcome, but it’s only made harder when the people around you don’t quite understand why you’re so afraid. When Dan Howell meets Phil Lester, he finally realizes he has to overcome that hurdle.

The Paces (ao3) - StumblingBlock

Summary Thanks to the actions of a clueless high schooler three long years ago, Dan really doesn’t see the point in investing in having a future anymore. And he’s fine with that. The weirdo with the hair who’s deluding himself into thinking Dan is some kind of destined BFFL, however, keeps raising objections.

Royal Sized Changes

Eighth grade is that terrible time where one begins to question where they belong. This even happens for young sides, especially to those that have always been sure what they were meant to do. 

Creativity is going through some things and changes need to be made. 

@holdnarrytight @justanotherpurplebutterfly @twinkly-lights @here-to-vent @that-space-gay-writes

The first thing he felt was the softness of something under his hands. The first breath he took reminded him of a freshly rained over forest. The first sight he saw when he opened his eyes was mystical lights over his head. In that moment he knew who he was. 

He was a side of a young boy named Thomas. His purpose was to represent hopes, dreams, self-love, and to create ideas. The young boy knew what he liked as he sat up and looked around the place he found himself in: Disney movies, singing, dancing, and making people smile. 

He slid of the bed that mimed something from Snow White’s pedestal after she had eaten the apple. A small gasp escaped him when he felt grass under bare feet. A giggle escaping the young boy as the lights around him began to circle him and he recognized them as fairies. 

This room was not just a room but an enchanted forest. It held thing that would mime a normal place but he felt in his soul it was an area for him to have a grand adventure. Because grand adventures and dreams are something he was good at. Because here, dressed in the green of Peter Pan, he was…


Roman gave a sharp gasp as he sat up from his dream. The young side looking around his room in a panic as he tried to locate the source of the noise. The room had changed a lot since the young side had first materialized in Thomas’ mind. 

The forest had become more of a mural on the walls and it was covered by more than a few posters of his favorite movies. The bed he slept on mimed a hammock from the lost boy’s secret hide out rather then Snow White’s glass coffin. The grass of the floor was now stones of a castle that was covered by a grand carpet. There was a large desk where different ideas were scribbled out in crayon, pencil, pen, and colored pencil. Above it was a mirror and in the drawers held paints, scrap paper, and a few other odds and ends. 

It was a mishmash of different areas of fantasy, not so cemented in one fanciful world like it had once been. The young side did his best to ignore this fact, it was one that had been disturbing him recently as he took it as a sign that he was lost. He put his efforts on finding the source of the noise, which came from his grand doorway where a nosy side had peaked in. 

Heart smiled brightly at him from behind his glasses. The polo under the grey cardigan was a bright yellow today which must mean the emotional side was in a very happy mood. 

“Sorry to wake you,” Patton said with a small chuckle, “I was just wondering if I could borrow some construction paper. I got this nifty little idea but I can’t seem to find my supply.”

Roman yawned and got off of the hammock as gracefully as he could. The current choice of bedding was not the nicest form to wake up from. He just did his best to stand up quickly and find the boots that had currently added onto his usual outfit. 

“It is quite alright, Patton,” Roman said with a small smile, “I was just about to get up. Simple naps are great for dreams but I would much rather be out there living them.” 

Patton moved into the room more. “Yeah…so about that paper.”

“Left side, top drawer,” Creativity said with a sigh. He did his best to not sound dejected when the other did not ask what the dream had been about. Not like Roman would have told it was more of a memory 

As the emotional side began to dig around in the desk drawers, Creativity went and grabbed his wooden sword from beside the door. He carelessly strapped it to his belt and glanced over at the other. 

“Make sure you out back whatever you don’t use and close my door.”

“You going out out?” Heart stood up straight with his arms full of different colored paper.

Roman smiled a little at the attention and rested his hand on his bedroom’s door. “Just a quick ride. Want to further think on this amazing idea I have for Thomas.”

Patton squinted his eyes at the young side and gave off a small hum. It was obvious the other was trying to see if this creative side was lying. That had been a big habit for Heart as of late; the side had been showing a strong sense of a moral compass. 

Luckily, Roman got off on the small little lie this time. 

“Alright, my little knight, have fun,” Patton said with a small laugh and turned back around to continue his raid in Roman’s drawer. 

With that blessing, Roman left his room and traveled down the hallway to the front door. He did not acknowledge Logic as the other side came out of his room or the youngest side as the little ball of angst that sat on the main hub’s couch.

Roman’s mind was set fully on getting out of the hub and out into his Land of Make Believe. 

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[Trollhunters] Ithaca

Title: Ithaca
Summary: He doesn’t realize it’s Ithaca he’s looking for until he finds it. When he does, she has blue eyes and a different name.
Characters: Walter Strickler. Mentions of Barbara and Jim.

A/N: last week I watched all of Trollhunters instead of sleeping and now I wrote this instead of sleeping. I need some lessons in adulting because man, do I fail at it. 


Changelings never remember precisely what is done to them in order to change them in the first place. What they do remember every waking hour is what they’re told throughout the process.

You can never go back.

‘Back’ is a vague concept to beings that remember nothing prior to their turning. ‘Back’ is the nebulous reality of a family that, somewhere, woke up to an empty crib. Perhaps they mourned before picking up the pieces and moving on. Because they do move on, every single one of them. Sometimes the crib remains empty; sometimes a new offspring fills the void, guarded viciously by parents who’ll never allow it to meet the same fate as the previous.

They will never look for you. They never speak of you. They’ve all forgotten you.

They’ll have a dead child over an Impure one.

There are tales of a Changeling who went back, one who was taken young but not quite young enough. She remembered things from before, the tale went, and decided to look for her birth family. What she remembered was enough to find them - ignoring warnings, clawing her way back even as her brethren tried to hold her back. She had appeared before her bloodkin wounded but deliriously happy, reaching out for them with hands stained by the blood of her brothers and sisters.

They had recognized her as one of their own corrupted young, the tale went on. They had reached back for those outstretched arms.

And then they had torn her apart.

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My Beloved - Part 1

Summary: Dr. Lillian Zane has been with the Avengers for two years. Her life has been safe, and ordinary until a certain Asgardian God shows up unannounced making demands.

Pairing: Loki x OFC

A/N: This story just wouldn’t let me be. My OFC, and her chemistry with our favorite Asgardian God demanded to be written. Definitely going to be a multi-chapter. I’ve already plotted out history and future for this story. Enjoy! Your reviews are not only welcome but much, much appreciated!

Present Day.


Dr. Lillian Zane and Dr. Helen Cho made a remarkable team. Dr. Cho, the senior of the two was renown in her field of medical sciences and tissue generation. Dr. Zane on the other hand was relatively new to the scene but was the former’s quick to learn apprentice. Together, their work benefited the Avengers in not just advancing their research but in healing their agents after a particularly tough mission or two.

“It’s just a graze,” the redhead being examined by Dr. Zane insisted. “A cute little bandaid and I’ll be good to go, Lil.”

“I think not,” Lillian said stitching up the gash across Natasha’s arm. “Bandaids don’t fix bullet holes.”

There was a brief lull in the conversation that was punctured by Captain Steve Roger’s laughter. “Did you just quote Taylor Swift?” he asked, his blue eyes overtaken by mirth.

“Of all the people to get a pop cultural reference, it is the man out of time,” Lillian remarked, grinning back.

She stepped back to observe her work on Natasha’s wound while Steve was being ribbed for knowing Taylor Swift songs. It was pretty decent needlework if she said so herself. Still, she wished her friends didn’t need so much medical attention so often. For the past two years that she’d been at the Avengers Tower, she’d gotten pretty attached to the team. They were an awkward bunch with quite diverse personalities that often tickled each other the wrong way, but they were family. It was easy enough to see. She was glad that she was part of something for once that was of her own choosing. This was the family she chose, and a colorful bunch they were indeed.

Helen looked over, examining Lillian’s work. “Good job, Dr. Zane. Soon enough, we won’t even have to touch any of you to heal you. With our research, you’d be healed and ready to go in just a matter of seconds.”

“Well, I hope it doesn’t happen too soon,” Steve said smiling. “Or I’ll miss these nice little moments in MedCare.”

If his eyes lingered longer than necessary on Lillian, Natasha was the only one to notice. She couldn’t hide her smirk. Of all the people for Cap to finally fall for, he had to pick the most oblivious girl in the tower.

“Captain Rogers, Agent Romanoff, Dr. Zane, and Dr. Cho, please do not be alarmed,” Jarvis electronic but familiar voice interrupted, startling everyone in the room. “Mr. Stark requires your assistance downstairs. We have visitors.”

Natasha hopped off the chair she’d been sitting on. Steve reached for his shield, instantly alert. “Stay here,” he instructed the doctors, as he stepped out to investigate with Nat trailing right behind him.

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John? John who?

Commissioned john Egbert plush, a super cutie! Complete with Clever Disguise and removable pipe for all kinds of fun! He’s got a wire skeleton for fully posing this boy in every which way he can be to escape his dads cakes.

Want a custom plush? Click here for a limited slot on my etsy store, only 3 left right now! (read desc carefully)

I imagine Sinister’s decision about his outfit went like this: “I will blend in with simple humans by dressing like a pretentious professor!”

Someone else: “But you still have abnormally white skin, red eyes, and a massive red diamond on your forehead!”

Sinister: “Oh shush, people still need to know who I am!”

Someone else: “But that isn’t blending in with normal people…”