scientist in training

I actually live for the commute home, when I can avoid social interaction by having Jemma Redgrave in my ears.


Because why not?


Who: A mental toddler full of hope and optimism out to do good in the world after imprinting on the superhero team A-force.

What: She is a sentient pocket dimension.  She is able to teleport, blast things, fly, and hide people and things inside herself. 

Why: Because Nico and her formed a deep bond and that is not easily broken.

Hazmat and Mettle

Who: Jennifer Takeda and Ken Mack. Both of these kids had fulfilling lives before their powers took away what they wanted.  They found solace in each other.

What: She’s radioactive and poisonous, having the live in a containment suit because of it (until a poorly written ‘cure’ was applied to her).  He used to be a surfer before he was turned into “Red Irridium” by being flayed alive.  He’s super-strong, and super durable, but can’t feel much. 

Why: Both Mettle and Hazmat clicked with Chase and Nico pretty well. One of my big criteria for Runaways team members is people thinking they might be evil, and these kids have that specter over them.

Plus, they could double date with Chase and Nico and be really, really cute together.


Who: Andrea Benton.  A goth girl who is bonded to a hellspawn-infused version of the Venom symbiote. 

What: aside from various venom-related powers (spider-sense, enhanced strength, enhanced agility, regeneration, enhanced durability, claw/tooth/and tentacle creation), she has a Hellmark which allows her some demonic magic/control over demons.

Why: She’s an orphan with an ‘evil’ power, and an ‘evil’ parent of sorts.  And since flash seems to be letting her down a lot, she might as well hook up with the Ruanways. 

Sun Girl

Who: Selah Burke, daughter of Lightmaster (Edward Lanksy), a bright girl who was inspired by Spider-man to do good with science!

What: She has invented energy blasters and a jetpack that are all solar powered/light enhancing.

Why: Villainous parentage, and after her experience in the new Warriors, she might be more towards the Ruanways way of thinking (cleaning up the messes of adults, not bowing to their authority).  Haeichi might join her in that regard.


Who: Elvin Haliday. A young kid who, thanks to chemical waste exposure, becomes a hulking figure.  Former Avenger, New Warrior, and Lucha enthusiast.

What: He has Super-strength and Durability. 

Why: He is pretty well solidly orphaned twice over.  And his short temper has gotten him into trouble before, he could fit in pretty well with a bunch of kids on the run (though he’d blend in about as well as Ken Mack). He also shares a deep disillusionment with adults. 


Who: Noriko Ashida, former leader of the New X-Men. Stubborn, and driven into depression because of her responsibilities as a leader. 

What: She has electrical absorbing and projecting powers.  She can also channel this into bursts of super-speed. 

Why: let’s face it, her generation was basically abandoned by the X-Men.  Putting her and her friends through hell easily disillusioned her.  She can’t take that other members of her class still stomach the poor treatment they get from the established X-Men.  Her mutation also forced her to run away from Japan to America (not an easy feat) and she lived on her own for months before being adopted into the X-Men (or as she sees it, “unknowingly drafted”). 

Also, her and Victor Mancha might be cute together. 


Who: Carmilla Black, daugther of pre-mutation Bruce Banner and Monica Rappaccini (one of the Scientist Supreme of AIM).  Trained by shieLD to do infiltration missions.

What: Aside from SHIELD training, she has been given a Gattaca treatment to nearly ‘perfect’.  She also has the ability to absorb and project poisons in the form of a ‘venom blast’.  She is also immune to radiation. 

Why: Villain parents give you insant Runaways cred.  She might be there to spy on them, and then come to like them as a new family, just to make her eventual ‘traitor’ reval all the sweeter. 

Because I am evil.

Ghost Rider

Who: Robbie Reyes, a good kid with dark powers from his evil uncle’s spirit. 

What: Mystical empowerment, Hellfire, a sweet rid, blades and chains are all as his command.  And he’s tough as hell. 

Why: He’s living solo, though not off the grid.  A young man still going to high school who works to keep his little brother well cared for is more along the ‘adulting’ path than the Runnaways, but I figure he could help them all survive better in the world.  Chase, at least, could get a job at the shop with him.  And his little brother would totally have a balst with Molly.

Also, him and Nico would make an interesting ship. Or Fusion.


Who: Rikki Barnes, girl without a world. Lives on her own, off the grid in order to battle the Secret Empire. a world. Lives on her own, off the grid in order to battle the Secret Empire. girl without a world. Lives on her own, off the grid in order to battle the Secret Empire.

What: She has no powers, trains as best she can, and stays off the grid as besst she can.

Why: Look at all that!  Look at it!  she’s taylor made to at least ally with the Runaways! 


Who: Anya Corazon, twice orphaned, outspoken young woman with a drive to do good.

What: Standard Spider-Package with some mystical edges to them.

Why: Twice-Orphaned, and formerly working for a society that didn’t tell her everything.  distrust of adults from that alone gets you Runaways cred. 


Who: Daughter of Scott Lang, determined, driven, and with an inability to take ‘no’ easily.

What: She has size-changing powers, and she has tech that allows her to fly, blast, and control ants/wasps.   Though there are some Heart issues she has to deal with …

Why; If it wasn’t for the Young Avengers, she was going to run away to LA to join the Runaways.  She got along with them pretty well.  Well, except for that incident with Molly …


Who: Aside from the above?  She was rules strict and is learning they don’t always apply.

What: ice Powers, and she’s pretty buff.

Why: She was a Runaway in one world already, might as well make her one in 616.  Also, she can crush on Karolina (or Nico, she does have a thing for Gothy Asians). 

Feel free to share your own ideas!


Pairing: John X Reader
Word Count: 2882
Warnings: Angst, Stress?

A/N: I don’t know about you guys but while I post this it is currently 1:14am. I hope you like it I’m pretty proud of this one!

“So we survived our first month of college,” Alex prodded. “Anyone, you see?”

“I see a lot of people,” John responded taking a bite of his hamburger.

Alex laughed. “I mean girls man! Personally, I think Eliza Schuyler is checking me out.”

“Alex, this isn’t high school anymore,” John said.

“Okay, who is it?” He pressed. “Come on.”

John looked at you from across the cafeteria, you were sitting with Angelica Schuyler and her sister Eliza. “No one,” he grumbled.

“Hm,” he hummed. “Y/N?” He said following his gaze. “She’s a sophomore, have you two even met?”

“Once or twice, she’s really cool and smart,” John told him.

“Ah ha! You admit!” Alex exclaimed, standing up with his hand in the air.

You looked at them, as did everyone else in the cafeteria. First at a freshman named Alexander Hamilton, and then to the one next to him, someone you’ve met before. John Laurens, his face was painted red as he stared up at his friend. He looked down at you and met your eyes, he gave you a shy wave and smile. You laughed as he dragged his friend down.

“Uh, sorry everyone,” Alex said sitting down.

A smile stayed on your face as you watched John scorn his friend. “Uh, earth to Y/N?” Angelica said waving her hand in front of you.

You snapped your head back to your friends. Angelica pulled her hand back from you. “Someone, you see?” She asked.

“Nope,” you responded hopefully putting her thoughts to rest.

“Uh huh,” she joked. “Well I can tell Eliza likes someone over there and his name starts with ‘A’”

“Angelica!” Eliza said hitting her sister on the arm.

“Hey, hey no need for violence!” Angelica exclaimed. You laughed at your friends and returned your attention to your food.

Across the room, two more people joined John and Alex’s table. “Mon Amie! What was the shouting about?” The Frenchman said.

“Yeah, Laf and I get here and we already hear Alex at the top of his voice. Although normally it’s with Thomas,” another voice said sitting down at the table.

“Herc, Laf!” Alex said greeting the two. “John here has a crush on a sophomore.”

“Oh, do we now mon amie?” The Frenchman pressed.

“Who?” Herc asked excitedly.

Alex nodded in your direction, “H/C hair over there sitting with the Schuylers.”

All three looked up at you and quickly looked away when John said, “don’t look! At least not at the same time,” he finished quietly.

They all busted out laughing leaving an embarrassed John to hid his face in his hands. “Dude, you have to think of someway to see her more,” Alex said between his spurts of laughter.

“Well I have an idea but it’s stupid,” John said.

“What is it?” Herc asked.

“She’s majoring in science, same as me but she doesn’t know that. I was thinking since that she’s top of the class maybe I could pretend I need tutoring in the class?” John suggested.

“Isn’t that gonna be kinda hard to fake? I mean you’re amazing when it comes to biology!” Alex exclaimed. “Still, I approve.”

John laughed and nodded his head in agreement. “It’s worth a try.”


You clutched your books to your chest as you walked out of the library. You closed the door quietly, but when you turned around your books hit the floor. You jumped when you saw another person standing in front of you.

“S–Sorry, here let me help you,” John reached down and picked up a few of your books, as did you. Jeez, this was like a scene in a movie, now all we need is the award-winning smile in front of you.

Yet instead you got more of a flustered one, all the same, it was adorable. His sideways smile complemented the freckles that dotted his face. Curly strands of brown hair fell from his ponytail and over his face. You smiled awkwardly a small blush coming to your face.

“Thanks,” you said taking the outstretched book from his hands.

“Actually, I wanted to ask your for help.” John stuttered.

You met his hazel eyes, “What with?” You asked.

“Well I haven’t been doing too well in science lately and I heard you’re the best when it comes to science.” He looked down at his feet then back at you.

“I can tutor you if that’s what you’re asking,” you suggested.

John looked at you a glimmer of hope shining in his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, that’d be great!”

You smiled at his excitement suppressing a giggle. “Let’s see,” you pulled out your phone and clicked on your calendar. “Today is Monday, you free Wednesday afternoon? I have classes in the morning but if that doesn’t work I could do Friday?” You told him.

He looked at you shyly and shifted his weight onto the other foot. “Could we do both days? I–I just really don’t get anything that’s going on in there.”

Glancing at your calendar you clicked the days and labeled your afternoons tutor John. “Done and done.”

His crooked smile appeared once more, he nodded. “Thanks.”

“No problem,” you said. Walking around him you looked back to see him slowly start walking the other way. You looked down, shaking your head and continued on your way.


Books stacked opon your desk as you scribbled in your notebook. Your head connected with the desk as you finished the research paper you had been working on. Sighing in relief you decided that an afternoon nap was well deserved. So you headed off to change into shorts and a sweatshirt.

You were caught off guard when you heard a knock at the door. Your sweatshirt halfway on, you pulled the rest over you and headed for the door. You swung it open to see John Laurens. Today is Wednesday.

“Crap,” you looked up at John’s confusion. “Oh no sorry, I was just finishing a project and I barely slept last night, tutoring completely slipped my mind. Come in,” you stepped out of the way and he walked through.

“We can reschedule if you need.” He suggested.

“No, no! You’re good just take a seat and we can get started.” You told him showing a tired smile.

You both sat down on your couch and he pulled out a textbook and a journal. You spent maybe an hour or so on mitosis and he seemed to understand. You watched him work through a paper, you rested your head on your hand that was on your knee. Your eyes fluttered shut and your body drowsily followed.

But you jerked awake as you fell against the couch arm. John looked at you as you sat upright again.

“You alright?” He asked, placing a hand on your shoulder.

You nodded slowly, “Yeah I’m fine just a little tired.”

“You’re sleep deprived. You’re a scientist in training you should know the symptoms,” he stated.

You looked at him, your brain too tired to piece things together. “I was just–I had to,” you looked for an excuse.

“Nope, no excuses,” he stood and extended his hand to you. “Come on you’re going to bed.”

You shook your head dismissively. He took your hand and found your room. You fell onto the bed and sighed in comfort. John laughed and tucked you in.

“I’ll just let myself out then.” You laughed and watched him leave. When you heard your lock click behind him you closed your eyes and slipped into a peaceful darkness.


You let out a huff of air as you plopped down at your lunch table with Angelica. You had been tutoring John for a couple weeks now and your feelings for him began to grow ever more for the freckled man. You set down the multiple papers you had to complete and began working.

“You are a workaholic, you know that?” She commented watching you furiously scribble answers down. “I can literally see gears turning in your head.”

“Scholarships don’t keep themselves,” you told her. “And I am not going to lose a full ride to some sleep.”

“Speaking of sleep,” a voice said behind you. “Did you get much last night?”

You looked up and watched John sit down next to you. Angelica smirked and watched the two of you. “My sleep schedule, as horrid as it may be, is none of your concern John.”

John laughed. “As a matter of fact, I would like my tutor to be well rested so I can learn while she’s not falling asleep on her couch.” Heat rushed to your cheeks as you saw mischief spark in Angelica’s eyes. “We still on for this afternoon?”

“Yeah, of course. See you then,” you told him.

He stood and walked over to where his friends were sitting. You turned back to your work too flustered to concentrate. Angelica watched the boys and occasionally glanced at you. She informed you on her observations, how the guys were apparently teasing John about something. Eventually, you stood and left the cafeteria to go and get ready for you tutoring session today.

An expected knock came to your door as you typed up a paper for your professor. “It’s open!”

John opened the door and walked in, immediately eyeing your laptop and the textbooks next to it. “I got some sleep before you came over don’t worry. I’m wide awake.”

He chuckled and sat down next to you. As he pulled his hair into a ponytail you set your work aside and focused on him. “So anything you need to work on?”

He stopped to think. “Not that I can think of, you’re a really great teacher. Maybe we could just hang out tonight?”

You smiled at him, “You’re welcome to stay over if you want but I really have to finish this history project.”

He gave you a mock pout. “Suit yourself,” he laughed.

You laughed with him and returned to your work. Clicking on your multiple tabs you tried to focus on the painstaking work. You sighed in frustration when you realized you were getting nowhere.

John looked at you and your furrowed brows. “Hey,” he put a hand a little above your knee, “take a break. You pushing yourself too hard.”

“I can’t John,” you muttered.

He sat up and took your laptop. “Hey!” You exclaimed. He saved your work and closed the computer. “John!”

“Y/N, you’re stressing yourself out and it’s not healthy for you. Relax, take a break. It’s like I’m talking to Alexander. He’s a workaholic too!” He joked.

You were standing now, John’s joking expression faded into more of a concerned one as he watched you pace in front of the coffee table. “John I–I can’t I have so much to do in so little time. I have a full ride scholarship and I lose that if I don’t get this done!”

“You will also lose it if you don’t get a good result on it!” John argued. He stood but didn’t move anywhere. “You’re stressing yourself out, you’ll be okay.”

“No, I won’t John!” You yelled at him, tears beginning to form at your eyes. His shocked expression knocked you back to reality. “I–I’m sorry John, I–” you said barely a whisper.

He came around to you and wrapped you in his arms. “Shh, you’re okay.” You buried your head in his chest as he stroked your hair.

“Hey look at me,” he said. Placing a finger under your chin and his thumb on your chin he angled your head up to his. You looked at him through bleary eyes. “You’re okay.”

You nodded and leaned into him. “I’m just–really stressed.”

“Shh, I know.” He cooed. He pulled you with him as he sat down on the couch again, holding you to his chest.

You curled against him, pulling your legs close to you. Some Disney movie played in the background but you focused on where you were. John’s arms placed securely around you, the beat of his heart as you laid against his chest. His breathing steady like a river, you focused on his presence. Closing your eyes and taking in the moment. You felt John’s eyes wander to you, he pushed the hair out of your face and studied you. You kept your eyes shut seeing what he would do, refraining from the urge to kiss him. He simply drew patterns on your shoulder as you rested against him.


You strolled down the corridor and past John’s science class to see him answering every question with confidence. You grinned knowing your tutoring had paid off. You decided to wait outside the classroom for John, maybe ask his teacher how he was doing although you know he was doing brilliantly. The bell rang and you watched the freshman students flow out of the classroom. John came out and stopped when he saw you, surprised.

“Y-Y/N?” He said confused.

“Hey, John!” You gave him a kind smile, he still looked uncomfortable.

“Uh. Watcha’ doin’?” He shifted his weight.

Your eyebrow raised slightly at his demeanor. “Just stopping by.”

“John!” You heard Alex exclaim behind you. “Let’s go!”

“I’m comin’! I’ll meet you at the apartment!” He yelled back. "I’ll see you later Y/N.,” he said and veered around you.

You watched him run after his friend and you walked into the classroom. “Good afternoon Mrs. Brenner.”

“Y/N! What a pleasant surprise,” she said looking up from her paperwork. “I haven’t seen you lately, how’s sophomore year treating you?”

“Oh it’s like I finish a project and I’m bombarded with another,” you joked.

She laughed and leaned against her desk. “Did you need something?”

You shook your head. “I just wanted to ask about on of your students, John Laurens.”

“Ah yes, Mr. Laurens. A very bright young man, a talented artist too. Since day one he’s been earning A’s in my class. Brilliant he is.” She said fondly.

You stared at her in confusion. Quickly erasing the expression you nodded. “That’s what I’ve heard. He nice too, a real gentleman.” She nodded her head in agreement. “Bye Mrs. Brenner!”

“Bye Y/N! It was good to see you again!” She said as you walked out into the hallway.

A million thoughts ran through your head. Why would John need tutoring if he had all A’s? Was he lying? Why did he bother then? Why did he waste his time on me? You shook your head, you would talk to him later. No, now.

Rushing down the hallway you attempted to piece together what you were going to say and how you were to say it. You didn’t know. You crossed the campus and to your car. Throwing your stuff in you started the ignition and headed to his apartment complex. Once you were there you sat in the car and questioned what you were doing. You were mad of course, you didn’t like that you were lied to.

So you practically ran out of your car and to his apartment. You knocked at the door and looked at your feet. Alex opened the door and just stared at you, “Y/N?” He said. “Oh, you’re here for John well I was just leaving.” He moved past you with a smirk.

“Hm,” you huffed in annoyance. Trudging past him and into the house you saw John poke his head out of the kitchen and offer his crooked smile.

“Hey Y/N,” he said moving to you. He opened his arms to you but you slid out of the way. “Y/N?” He asked.

“Did you lie to me?” You asked.


“Did you lie to me about your tutoring?” You said looking him straight in the face.

He gawked at you, surprise and regret tracing his features. “I–I..”

“That’s what I thought,” you tossed your keys around your fingers and caught them in your palm. “Bye.”

You walked to the door only to have it closed by the person behind you. His arm placed firmly against the door and his head hanging. “Please don’t go.”

You turned around and pressed yourself against the door. “John…?”

“I–I’m sorry…” He leaned forward, but retracted and turned away from you.

You walked towards him. Your hand rested on a side table near the couch, it collided with a group of papers. “Then why?” Trailing off you looked down at the papers.

Under an essay was a sketch, it’s looked familiar. It was you. You pulled it out from the stack and stared at it. The black and white depicted you with a small smile and hair draping over your face. You were astonished at the artwork, skilled hands drew this.

Eyes still on the paper you asked, “Did you draw this? … Me?”

“Yeah,” he said nonchalantly.


“Isn’t it obvious?”

“Is…oh.” You trailed.


You walked toward him and kissed him softly at first. As he wrapped his arms around your waist you wrapped yours around his shoulders.

“So tutoring paid off huh?” Alex said leaning casually against the door frame.

“Alex!” You and John scorned.

He stumbled off of the door frame and back outside. You and John laughed and he rocked you back and forth in his grasp. You smiled and leaned your head against his.

anonymous asked:

Firstly, i want to say that i love your headcanons and fanfics ❤ it's like someone just put everything i've ever wanted to read in one place. Every time i ask you about headcanons I feel guilty that you have to spend your time answering but what I was wondering what Urahara can't do. I know that he is genius and everything but there must be something impossible to him.

Awwww, thank you, anon!  ♡ ♡ Hahaha, you don’t have to feel guilty about it!  I love doing it, I just don’t have as much free time as I used to.

The thing about Bleach is that the universe is one of the few where the trope of a scientist being trained in every discipline under the sun can realistically work.  I still think Kisuke would have a main focus on, say, reishi manipulation and behavior, but his extended lifespan means that he does indeed have plenty of time to educate and train himself in different sciences.  As he clearly has.

To that effect, I don’t think there’s much within the STEM fields that he cannot do, however, yes, there are certain things where being a genius is no guarantee for success.

A list of things Urahara Kisuke absolutely cannot do

Take care of himself

This absolute mess of a man doesn’t know when to say ‘enough’ when it comes to certain things.  Without friends and family, he would near starve himself and forget to take care of even simple matters of hygiene when his focus is trained on a project. Since this also applies to a number of different things (like not knowing when to shut up), I think a better description here is that he has logic in spades, but severely lacks common sense. 

Understand music

He enjoys listening to it, he admires the process behind it, but he cannot make head nor tails of it.  He understands the theory involved, he can easily see its connection to mathematics, but the particular creativity required to take those symbols, rearrange them and bring them to life is utterly baffling to him. Also, never give him a musical instrument.  Ever.

Understand poetry

He hates it when an author takes forever to get to the point and speaks in riddles (the irony here is also entirely lost on him).

Style his hair


In short, art as a whole, including a sense of style, is beyond this poor boy’s grasp.  What’s worse is that he does not realize this and thinks he can do just fine.

It makes Shinji weep every time.

Bonus: A list of things Urahara Kisuke can sort of do, but not really


He’d be fairly decent if he tried.  He does not.  But if he did, it would look a little something like this.


Out of necessity, really.  He forced himself to learn how to draw in order to fill up his journals with proper illustrations and schematics, but you won’t ever catch him doing it for pleasure; it’s all technical drawing. He’s quite good at it by now.  His penmanship is still atrocious, though.


He can dance if he makes the effort (nothing too flashy, but decent; Moonwalking is the exception).  (Un)fortunately, he prefers to –deliberately and unashamedly- dance like a White Dad.

shadowblitz8 replied to your post “You never would have thought of it though if we never asked you, so we…”

Even if the anons try to steal the Praise.. in the end it will be YOU m’ Lord, doing the hard part should this be.. necessary >w>

Yes… Well I’m not doing all the heavy lifting this time. Protoforms don’t weigh nearly as much as Predacon bones, but still. If this becomes necessary, it will be a broader team effort. We have resources now, and despite the underground nature of the endeavor, I am not Shockwave’s gofer.

honestly it really cracks me up that some people watch iz and the conclusion they come to is “oh yeah Zim is definitely a child” like,, ah yes because childhood activities DEFINITELY include working as a military scientist, completing military training, becoming a military elite, becoming an invader, and getting banished. you guys know that by that logic the tallest would be children too right? on account of being pretty much the exact same age?? was the human child disguise really THAT convincing????


Athena woke up bright and early as always. She had worked at the Lunar Lakes Military Facility for almost 3 years, not as a soldier but a scientist in training. She was expected to be at work every morning at exactly 7am, with no tolerance for lateness, and that schedule stuck with her despite her lax hours at her new job. Now that she had been transferred to the science facility, she couldn’t be happier. Sure, she was just cleaning beakers now, but soon she’d be discovering…something! She didn’t know what she was looking for, but she wanted to make a discovery unlike any other before her.

“6 am…really? Come on body, let me sleep in just once…” She dragged her feet upstairs to the kitchen. Oh, had to love Lunar Lakes architecture. Even her bathroom was in a totally different building. It wasn’t practical at all, but…affordability won out in this case. She’d walk a few feet in mother nature to get to the toilet if it saved her a couple hundred bucks a month. Athena lived alone, which meant the burden of bills fell on her shoulders and her shoulders alone. “Coffee,” She mumbled to herself. “Need coffee…”

When she was in the kitchen, she fumbled with the coffee machine as she always did. The knob had to be jiggled for it to stay in place. The machine itself was a few years old, but it did its job well enough. It was one of those one cup machines where you just needed to press a button to get your drink made. It was just her, why brew a whole pot? She listened to the machine spew the coffee into her plain white mug and tapped her fingers against the table. It was the same thing for her every morning. When would the excitement happen?

“Eggs, where are you?” Athena often talked to herself. It helped her organize her thoughts, and no one seemed to really mind. She rummaged through her fridge, stopping only when she saw the reflection of a vibrant but pale blue light dance on the light bulb of the fridge. “Huh?” She spun around to see that the whole room was bathed in the blue light for a few seconds, before it disappeared entirely. “What the hell?” She rubbed her eyes to make sure that she wasn’t seeing things. Naturally, she peered out the window of her two-story home and was shocked at what she saw. A contraption of some sort right by the doorway of her home. She put her coffee down and rushed down the stairs to see what was going on.

aonomiki  asked:

how about Ai for that meme?

(character writing meme)

a non-exhaustive list of things to consider

  1. science – Ai is, among other things, a trained scientist, and I usually put my nerd goggles on try to show that both in her dialogue and narration (there’s her bio/chem knowledge, yes, but beyond that she’d also analyse a scene quite differently from a detective like Conan, for starters)
  2. formality – less so than as Shiho, but Ai still speaks quite formally, esp in how she addresses people (which she is clearly deliberate about, as evidenced by the usage of Kudo-kun vs Edogawa-kun)
  3. skepticism – there’s her obvious paranoia regarding the Org ofc, but also generally she’s more inclined to doubt the intentions behind someone else’s words/gestures
  4. pragmatism – in the sense that Ai often does things in the most efficient manner possible, and that she is imo a moral pragmatist (see: hospital, gun, flowers)
  5. (ノಠ_ಠ)ノ*:・゚✧sᴀʟᴛ✧ 

anonymous asked:

-asks abt hurricane :00-


Delia is seen as this pitch perfect girl, blonde hair, blue eyes, her father’s a senator for earth and she was one of the top at the academy. But she constantly had emotional breakdowns and couldn’t handle life so she ran to the lake planning to drown herself. That’s when she found out she was apart of Hurricane. 


Nina and her twin, like most of Hurricane were found before they were even born, named and raised by scientists and trained for their whole lives. She’s badass and is constantly ready to die for the galaxy. 


The straight friend. Nina’s twin and honestly very girl, despite being able to kill within seconds. Hides knives in most of her dresses. 


FUCKING NERVOUS MESS!!! He overthinks everything and loves to play vintage video games that are for his time centuries old. He loves all kinds of video games though.




He’s the comedic relief and will constantly crack jokes and just make people laugh, and he has a pacman machine that a museum gave him after he stopped it from collapsing. He’s this giant geek but he is amazing. 

So those are the main characters


Nina and Delia. THIS SHIP FUELS MY SOUL IT’S SO CUTE. “You’ve never seen life outside of a battle, let me show you how to live.” 


Mason says no homo to Avian a lot. When he sits in Avian’s lap. When they cuddle while playing video games. When Avian is rambling because he’s anxious and Mason kisses him to calm him down. But you know. No homo though. 


Magic VI

Originally posted by jonginssoo

//Kai x you 💙

Word count: 1,624

‘The pen is mightier than sword’ - never more true than when I post another part, and I know you will read it waiting for some action.

Part I

The first tentative touch of his lips on your mouth is a strangely freeing sensation. You don’t need to be embarrassed or unsure anymore. He kissed you, sealing the deal, notion that he wants you.

You reach up with your free hand and rest it on his nape. But only when you feel the wet touch of his tongue on your lower lip, you use your hand to bring him closer. He licks into your mouth and you instinctively try to get as close to him as possible. You climb up on your toes and because of your eagerness you loose your balance.

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Summary:  The game is over and the Barrier is gone.  Everyone is free.  A happy ending for all. However, when memories of his original creation and purpose start to return, how will Sans cope? Can Papyrus and his friends convince him that his story is not over and save him from his ultimate given fate?

Warnings: Canon divergence.  After game events.  Intrusive thoughts. Character death.  Angst.

Characters: Sans, Papyrus, Undyne, Alphys, Gaster, Frisk, Toriel, Asgore, Grillby. Many others mentioned.

Proofreading provided by the wonderful @friends-call-me-wobbly-hands

Chapter Three: Ugly Truths.

The Core hummed, providing magic electricity to all monsters still living in the old monster Capital. It had been decided by the Council left in charge after King Asgore had stepped down, to keep it running at a diminished capacity. The former Royal Scientist, Alphys, had trained a few monsters and even a couple of adventurous humans to maintain it.  She also set up some monitoring systems as well to keep an eye on it from her new home in the Surface. All in all, it had been a smooth enough transition.

The area around the Core was now mostly deserted. Occasionally, one could see a monster traveling through halls carefully labeled to prevent anyone from stumbling across a forgotten puzzle. It was a quiet place, full of flickering lights and random mechanical noises from deep inside its functioning systems.

This was his Home for now.

The tall dark man stared at his creation from top of a large pipe. He was annoyed that the massive machine he had so lovingly crafted, had been modified in his absence. He could see some strange additions on its outside, and was aware of protocols and programs inside it that he didn’t write. It didn’t matter that they worked perfectly and, in some ways, even improved his original design. They still were like blasphemy to him. The Core was HIS and ONLY HIS creation, and how dare anyone tinker with it?! He had paid the ultimate price for it. It had been somebody’s misguided actions (certainly not his, mind you) that caused the accident which put him in his current state. As soon as he remembered who that clumsy monster had been…

He looked down.

What were those things?

Oh, hands, he loved having hands again.

He brought them up to his face and flexed them several times, marveling at their movement. He enjoyed the feeling as he stroked each and every single finger bone against his cheeks. His chin. His cracks.

He frowned. The deep cracks over his left eye and under his right eye had to be dealt with. A good portion of the back of his head was still missing as well. Not to forget his arms and legs were mostly… not there.

And that probably looked odd.

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Let’s talk about Alex Danvers. And let’s talk about perfection.

Let’s talk about a scientist who trained to fight against unspeakable strength and weapons for an entire year before she was even allowed to contribute to the team that was going to protect her little sister.

Let’s talk about a soldier who puts her life on the line every day to protect the people she loves, even – and especially – when the rest of the world is against them.

Let’s talk about a big sister who has never let her little one down, even when it could have cost her life; even when it involved living her real life in near complete isolation for so many years, even when it demanding devoting every single thing in her life to someone else.

Let’s talk about a girl who never thought she was good enough for her mother, and so desperately wanted to be.

Let’s talk about a woman who needed to be perfect at everything, because how else would anyone love her or even notice her in the shadow of her superhero sister, and because this world makes being straight the only desirable option, the only lovable option, the only perfect option, the only thinkable option, where the very possibility of anything other than straightness means someone must be defective, someone must lay there and take it, someone must be doing it wrong, someone must be wrong, where non-straightness is more impossible, more imperfect, than having an alien sister in tights and an iconic red skirt.

Let’s talk about a queer woman who is every bit as powerful as her superhero sister, but who quivers in terror and can find absolutely no words for admitting, accepting, embracing, her queerness; even though she can easily find words when she is about to be killed by people who would very happily kill her slowly; a queer woman who knows that the persistent yet unspeakable violence of heteronormativity can be even more terrifying than the prospect of losing life or limb, even when she doesn’t have the vocabulary to say that yet; a queer woman who knows the language of violence better than the language of queerness, because that’s exactly what the world has taught her.

Let’s talk about Alex Danvers.

Let’s talk, in other words, about ourselves.

artdefines06  asked:

Phichit (movie), georgi, and minami! Good Morning, wake up lol.

Phichit Chulanont: Selfie? (or) What’s your favorite movie of all time?

[answered!] ♥

Georgi Popovich: Is there something you can’t seem to let go of?

[answered!] ♥

Minami Kenjirou: Is there someone you look up to?

SO MANY PEOPLE. if we’re talking like, well-known names and role models, etc, i’d have to say rosalind franklin, tbh?? she’s always my answer when asked stuff like “if you could go back in time and meet any historical figure who would it be” omg. i have a lot of emotions about rosalind franklin. she really inspires me as a scientist-in-training!