me, watching the first few episodes of the owl house s2 and realising that the Very Long fic I have planned out is going to have to change Drastically: cool cool cool cool no doubt no doubt no doubt
Commander Lovelace is having one of those few good days on the Hephaestus when Hera tells her that something’s docked at the airlock five
The crew scrambles, something they’ve been getting better at recently.
Those with firearms training head to the armory while Victoire and Kwan and Selberg go to the airlock where Lovelace knows they’ll be doing whatever they can to figure out what’s happening. In under three minutes the entire crew of the Hephaestus is gathered outside airlock five, mostly armed and entirely ready for a fight.
Hera can’t communicate with whatever’s on the craft but she can tell that there’s only one life form on board. Lovelace’s choice is either to let what just docked into the station, or to leave it hanging onto them like a leach on their oxygen.
Throughout her time on the Hephaestus Lovelace has grown to hate unknowns. They always lead to someone dying. It means that they have to deal with whatever’s clinging to them before they’re in the middle of the next emergency. Lovelace tells Hera to open the airlock.
Instead of aliens or monsters, what comes through the airlock is a man. He looks exhausted. His cheeks are sunken in and one arm is wrapped around his waist in an attempt to hold together what he can. His other hand holds a gun, shaking.
For a moment he looks confused, like he’s expecting people other than Lovelace’s crew to be there. Then his eyes lock onto Selberg and his expression turns murderous.
“You.” he rasps.
Lovelace lets herself look away from the stranger and at Selberg for a millisecond, it’s all she needs. Selberg looks scared. He looks terrified. The man that Lovelace can barely get to listen to her is stood, staring in abject horror at a man who’s barely holding himself upright.
“No.” Selberg whispers, eyes wide. “No, you died. I watched you die.”
“Really Doc?” says the man through gritted teeth, “I thought the whole point was that I wouldn’t be able to do that any more.”
And then his eyes start to glow.
Well, Lovelace thinks, cocking her gun as Selberg drops in a dead faint, maybe it is an alien.
The Batman:
Bruce Wayne:
bruce wayne journaling after he realized his whole “I am vengeance” routine inspired the riddler and similar minded criminals
oh my god I just realised that hooty is long furby
I don’t even blame Luther for the apocalypse but I do have two hands so I can’t deny that the option is there
other actors: I sent live rats to my costars and drank sewage water bc I’m a method actor
rpatz: I played sonic everyday —but only the dark version— to really get in the headspace