(11-09-2022, 10:16 PM)Shepherd Wrote:

Quote:“Hey,” he says, pushing his sunglasses further up his nose. “Anyone seen my intern?”

The kids stare at him, completely unperturbed.

“Peter,” Tony says, in case any of them need clarification.

“He disappeared around the same time that Spiderman showed up to wrangle the acid bird,” MJ says, her tone completely level. “Imagine that.”

The other kids nod. Tony winces.

“You can all expect non-disclosure forms delivered to your doorstep by my very scary lawyers,” he says, internally cursing Peter six ways to Sunday. “If you even think about outing him—”

“You can relax,” Ned says—Tony vaguely recognizes him as Peter’s ‘guy in the chair,’ whatever that means. “They’ve known Peter’s secret for a while now. They won’t tell.”

That takes Tony by surprise. “Excuse me?”

“How stupid do you think we are?” the blond girl demands. “There was that whole thing in Washington—”

“—‘I’m not going to show up at the decathlon meet,’” Flash mimics in an annoyingly high voice. “Unrelated—prepare for the Washington Monument to split open like a watermelon, but don’t worry! A Queens-based vigilante, who just happens to have the exact same voice as I do, is gonna save you guys at the last moment.”

“Spiderman swings by to rescue us at least once a week,” the smiling kid continues, nodding. Tony’s pretty sure his name is Abe. He vaguely remembers the kid’s table from the Midtown science fair—he built a potato-powered microwave that’s “battery” doubled as both a snack and an electric toothbrush. It was pretty damn impressive, even to Tony.

“Peter got super jacked about halfway through our freshman year,” MJ continues, her expression sour. “And he talks about Spiderman all the time. He told Ned about stealing Captain America’s shield in gym class—loudly, might I add—”

“And every time Spiderman swings by to save Midtown from terrorists or bomb threats or acid spitting pigeons, he always pays special attention to MJ,” the blond girl says. “His AI never stops trying to get him to ask her out. So either Spiderman is the world’s biggest perv—”

“Or he’s Peter,” Abe finishes. “And the latter is far more likely.”

“Don’t tell him we know his secret,” the blond girl says quickly. “He takes so much pride in it, and it’s really cute watching him try to come up excuses for why he needs to skip practice.”

“His dog has died seven times,” MJ says.

“One time, he told me he was having kidney stones,” Flash says. “I asked him to prove it—you know, thinking he would send me forged medical papers or whatever—and the next day at school he came up to me, handed me two big-ass rocks, and said, ‘those were inside me.’”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27242095/chapters/69285918#workskin

(10-09-2023, 09:08 AM)aeroprime Wrote: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27242095/chapters/69285918#workskin

The link to the story seems broken. That just me?

(10-09-2023, 10:13 AM)Shepherd Wrote:

(10-09-2023, 09:08 AM)aeroprime Wrote: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27242095/chapters/69285918#workskin

The link to the story seems broken. That just me?

I just clicked on it and it worked fine. If you're not sure if a link is bad, you can check the Down for Everyone or Just Me website: https://downforeveryoneorjustme.com/

Quote:Jeanist had presented the intern with one of his custom ‘Jeanist Jackets’- knife resistant, with pads and linings that would stop a bullet from punching through- and tuned so that Jeanist himself could take command of the fabric and threads in an instant with his quirk- drawing the subject back or using the material for capturing downed villains. The back was even marked with the Agency’s logo and ‘Intern’, for easy identification and self promotion.

And the moment it had hit the table, Katsuki had scowled and decreed he wasn’t going to wear it.

Not- at least- as it was.

Jeanist had explained that it was standard- had gone over all of its features, and when he was done, Katsuki still refused.

Frustrated… Jeanist had asked why.

And then Bakugou talked.

“MY color scheme isn’t for nothing! I use GODDAMN EXPLOSIVES. Anyone who stands next to me, if I'm attacked? If they aren’t aware of it? I could cause a panic. I could hurt someone, SCARE, someone. This? This hides all of that- the sleeves are too long and limit mobility, the color scheme clashes, and all the protection matters for shit if it’s gonna throw off my ability to BREATH. My entire goddamn body sweats explosives- dilluted as fuck compared to my hands- but it’s still COMBUSTABLE. I know for a goddamn fact that your material is absorptive, not hydrophobic standard- which my current tank top is. I wear this for a week? Then it’s gonna explode the first time someone lights a cigarette next to it.”

Jeanist had been… stunned, and somewhat ashamed.

Quote:"Oh great," Assault snarked. "Humans with Powers are bad enough, now we've got kobolds with Powers, too? And a Tinker? What's the world coming to?"

At that point, a dragon roar sounded over the city from the west.

Miss Militia formed a spray bottle with her power and began spraying Assault. "Bad Assault! Bad!"

Quote: I'd feel pretty damn bad if my parents sold me and then spent the money on Space-Tequila, but I'm not sure what I'd prefer them to spend it on, you know?

Just A Dude on SB Wrote:Law is Justice's abusive boyfriend. He says he loves her, but he just keeps cheating on her every time he sees a pretty political agenda walk by.

curiousgopher Wrote:

Drak480 Wrote:Good news everyone. Dragon Age Origins won't get a Mass Effect Legendary style remaster because there's hardly anyone left at Bioware who knows how to use their old engine.

Oh no. The consequences of their actions.

How could firing all the people who actually make the games have possibly resulted in this. It's like those people were important or something, but how could this be, they weren't even management.

Quote:"What's the what?" Xander asked the British mage who was looking around nervously.

"What do you know about the fey?" John asked intently as the barking got closer.

"Treat them like retail workers," Xander replied.

"What?" John asked, confused.

"Avoid eye contact, never reveal your full name, accept nothing they offer you, never verbally agree or disagree with anything they say, never apologize because it's acknowledging a debt owed, never ever thank them, remember they are incapable of reading signs in human languages," Xander listed off.

(01-11-2025, 03:09 AM)classicdrogn Wrote: The bit about not being able to read signs in any human language argues against, Shepard - only customers are stupid enough to ask "Where can I find the peanut butter?" wile standing under an aisle listing that says peanut butter is in that aisle, or "Can I still order off the breakfast menu?" while looking at a menu that says breakfast items are offered from 7-10 AM at half past twelve.

Quote:I retain the right to use killing intent and such as set dressing and for dramatic effect, because I do think it's cool, but the fanon has really blown it up to be something it's not. It is, quite literally, a wuss-check. Didst thine mother raisith a bitch? If the answer be yea, be thou cast out of thine domicile, as ye are a harlot and belong verily to the cobblestones. But should the answer be nay, hear me and obey forthwith--put thine hands up and escort them to me posthaste.

Quote:Being unconventional is what gets me invited to conventions.
--Master Payne, at the 2017 Magic and Meaning Conference

Quote:Next time I choose a defensive ability, I’m going to make sure it works against allies too.

Quote:“This is the best day of my life,” Jason said breathlessly. “Bruce, the gods have heard my prayers. This is perfect!”

Bruce wiped another layer of ash off his face. If by perfect Jason meant catastrophically, then yes that sounded about right.

“Praying to Diana’s pantheon was so worth it,” Jason continued, flopping onto the floor. “Guilt-tripping multiple deities into making my life a telenovela was so worth it. All I need now is a main character getting blown up and coming back from the dead years later forever changed. Best. Plot twist. Ever.”