tech calling

Take a Stand 2: Star of Ceretas Character Bios...

Olivia Dawson, Codename: Spitfire

Age: 22

Occupation: Inventor, CEO of Dawson Tech and Leader of the super hero team Ceretas

Powers: She’s Rich (Sorry couldn’t help but put a Justice league joke in there), has a IQ of 191 and has built a mech suit to fight crime in Zootopia.

Weaknesses: Sugar (She’s addicted to sweets)

Fun Fact: She dropped out of college after her Professor said she would amount to nothing. six years later she’s a billionaire.

Dr. Luna Elise Wilde, Former Codename: Andraste

Age: 22

Occupation: Paediatric surgeon, share holder in Dawnson Tech, on call medic for Ceretas and formerly the vigilante known as Andraste 

Powers: None however she is a skilled archer like her father and grandfather, she has expert medical knowledge and is the youngest qualified surgeon in Zootopia.

Weaknesses: Even though she seems calm and happy Luna has anger management issues that she requires therapy for.

Fun Fact: She’s got a boyfriend within the ZPD that’s she’s hiding from Judy and Nick

I hope you guys enjoyed these brief bios I should have more in a couple of weeks, these images were created by my buddy @ziegelzeig and colourized by otakurec37. Feel free to ask me any questions about the new fic, Aww they look so grown up only a few chapters ago they looked like this…


me: hey mom, can i give your snow cone machine to our gibbon?

mom: ….you want to what now? you want to give my snowcone maker to a monkey?!

me: no, an ape, but also yes.

mom: what the hell is a monkey going to do with a snow cone machine?

me: lissen here, she’s 48 years old and sick and she likes snowcones so im gonna provide her with WHATEVER MAKES HER HAPPY AND GIVES HER FLUIDS OKAY

mom: uhh okay sure but you can’t take my syrup.

edit: just be be clear, the gibbon will not be operating the machine. nor is she getting the sugary syrup. she will reap the benefits though with real fruit juice.

Facebook called the police on journalists who reported images of child abuse

  • Facebook came under fire for removing posts including the Pulitzer Prize-winning photograph of a nude girl running away from attack in Vietnam
  • But when the BBC reported images of child abuse on the platform, the company neglected to remove them.
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Whosoever's Is The Storm
A JeanMarco Pacific Rim AU!
By Organization for Transformative Works

Title: Whosoever’s Is The Storm

Rating: M, descriptions of graphic violence, major character injury, and emotional disturbance

Pairings: JeanMarco, Jean & Marco | background: YumiKuri, Springles, EreJean (Drift pairing make this complicated to tag lol)

Word Count: 57,000 (more or less) (across 4 chapters)

Alright lads! Here’s my entry for the JMGE, as requested by my secret santa, @yoitay, who wanted PacRim! Merry Christmas, friendo! I hope I delivered everything you wanted. This was a blast to write.

Fic Summary: Jean Kirschtein is a Jaeger pilot, just trying his damnedest not to meet a disappointing end. Maybe he had goals once. Maybe there was a part of him that the storm didn’t touch. Not anymore.

Having been kicked from the Mark II Jaeger, Atlas Rogue, on account of the fact no-one Drifts with Eren Jaeger and walks out unscathed, Jean finds himself relegated to the Anchorage Shatterdome, Alaska, the very edge of the world. There’s a new Mark IV about to be launched, and it needs a pilot. Technically - it needs two pilots. It’s a shame he has a chip on his shoulder the size of a Kaiju.

A JMGE PacRim AU for Yoitay, exploring the journey of a Jaeger pilot from the bottom of the barrel, to the cusp of hope, across every up and down in between.


fluffy villain steve

Another fill for the stony bingo - this time “my other secret lair is a volcano”. I guess this counts as another snippet of my Contrasts verse.

“So it is a volcano,” Tony says, looking around with open curiosity.

“I don’t like the cold,” Steve shrugs.

Tony looks at him and frown. “You checked it, right? It’s not active? Because—”

Steve nods patiently. “I’m perfectly safe.”

Tony’s face clouds, but he doesn’t answer that. He walks to the wall of screens at one wall and scoffs. “You call this tech?”

“It might’ve escaped your attention I’m not on SHIELD’s payroll anymore.” Steve rolls his eyes. Figures that’s what Tony focuses at.

Tony straightens up, sharply. “I’m perfectly aware of it,” he says. “Steve, we—we really—we should talk about it.”

“We have,” Steve answers. It’s not untrue. “But this weekend was supposed to be for us.”

Tony sighs. “I know. I just—I miss you.”

Steve misses Tony every hour every day when they’re separate—when they have to be separate. He doesn’t say it out loud. Instead, he crosses the room to Tony, kisses him sweetly. Tony leans up into him, kisses back, and his lips are warm and his tongue is hot and it’s perfect—and then he takes a step back, slightly unsteady.

Steve looks at him, worried. “Did I …”

“You could’ve opened the handcuffs first,” Tony complains.

“I had to kidnap you to get a weekend together,” Steve reminds him even as he’s digging for the key. He opens the locks quickly, and gently massages Tony’s wrists.

“Hm.” Tony tilts his head, gives Steve his best innocent smile—which just means it’s terribly fake. “I’d prefer ropes, next time, I think,” Tony says. “Red.”

The mental image—Tony spread on Steve’s bed, red rope wrapped around his wrists and ankles—briefly short-circuits Steve’s brain. Tony’s looking at him like he’s very aware of that.

“Next time,” Steve agrees, his mouth dry. “We’d need—a week kidnapping?”

“God, yes,” Tony nods. “So try not to get arrested in the meantime.”

“Well,” Steve drawls, putting his hands on Tony’s cheeks, slowly leaning closer and closer. “Definitely not when I have you here,” he promises.

Tony kisses him, and his hands immediately go to Steve’s arms, maybe for a moment balance—but then he’s opening Steve’s suit—of course, he did design it, even if the official story goes more like Steve Rogers hacked Stark Industries servers; we’re grateful he didn’t get to ones containing our old files on weaponry.

Steve knows Tony has a lot of new files on weaponry—updates and changes to the Avengers’ gear—and even if he could hack Tony’s servers, he’d never endanger the team like that.

Just because they disagree on some—pretty fundamental—issues doesn’t mean he doesn’t care about them.

And Tony, of course.

Steve moans when Tony licks down his neck, closes his teeth over his collarbone and bites gently. He’s always worked fast.

“Bedroom’s that way,” Steve says.

“So impatient,” Tony answers, working on Steve’s trousers.

“You’re the one stripping me basically in the hallway,” Steve stifles a laugh.

Tony raises an eyebrow. “Is there anyone else here?”

Not at the moment. “No,” Steve says.

“Well then?” Tony grins, opens Steve’s belt, and pulls his trousers down in one smooth move.

“I haven’t seen you in months, I want actual bed—”

“I haven’t seen you in months, and you’re making me wait, I can’t believe you,” Tony tells him. “Come on, Steve, lead on.”

Is this how he wants it, Steve thinks. He kicks his trousers all the way off—like he said, no one here to see them; the perks of a secret volcano lair. Then he effortlessly picks Tony up and strolls towards his bedroom.

Tony laughs, tight, and his eyes are very, very dark.

It’s a very good weekend, after that.

They should schedule kidnappings more often.