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@entw1ne
entw1ne: to weave , to become twisted
slow activity, low effort, private multimuse, guarded by sim (26 + they/them + british summer time). beta editor, iconless, personals dni.
highest muse for: viktor von doom & reed richards.
my dishboard unfucker no longer unfucks
minotaur titties
this made so much more sense in my head
minotaur titties
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everytime i poke my head back on tumblr i end up with 3 new extensions just to stay ahead of the dashboard fuckery
every time im planning on jumping back in here, life throws me another curve ball fr
jess still tagging me in dash games is the real og
heavy topics under the cut
so just to give folks a little more info, i found out that my grandfather, who raised me when i was a kid and was the only real father figure that ive had, had passed away while i was on holiday with my mum. it's absolutely devastated me and im in a really weird place rn because i am about to move out and get my independence back and i thought id have more time for tumblr and friends and i probably will, but i just need a while longer to cope with the immense grief. i hate making posts like this but i feel like if i dont let people know then everyone else will move on and forget about me. just know i havent forgotten about anyone here and i miss you all so much and im hoping once time starts to heal the gaping wound in my chest that ill return here. life goes on, even if i dont want it to without him
had some devastating news so i gotta go back on hiatus for a while and i'll be gone on disco too
Some Baxter cryptid bullshit for @entw1ne 🧍♂️
It had been one of those nights — the kind of night where thoughts cycled fast and the clock ticked slow, where Johnny would find himself circling above the bright lights of the city in a desperate attempt to burn off that anxious energy that tailed him whenever he couldn't sleep. He had managed to doze off for a moment, but dreams of worms and dismemberment were — to no one's surprise — not exactly conducive to a good night's rest.
So instead, he wandered through the Baxter Building, seeking distraction of any kind. The kitchen. Opened the refrigerator, closed it again. The living room. Flicked throught the channels aimlessly. Back to the refrigerator. Still nothing of interest. Then, to Reed's lab. Because nine times out of ten Johnny was absolutely right in assuming that Reed was awake — did the guy ever sleep?
Johnny opened the lab door, squinting as his eyes adjusted to the light. His gaze fell to Reed, who was deeply engrossed in something that he would have no hope of understanding. Waiting a moment before making his presence known, the blond perched himself up on one of the countertops and kicked his legs idly as he spoke.
"Let's just pretend I understand whatever you're about to say to me-- but what have you been working on? I swear I haven't seen you sleep in like, a week."
for all that reed is one of the foremost authorities on relativistic mechanics, time often remains disturbingly elusive to him. here under the clinical blue-white glare of the lab’s lights, seconds, minutes, hours, slide by, inconsequential and shifting, heedless of the outside world. 5 more minutes, he’d told himself, just 5 more minutes, at least 16 times since dinner, which was . . . 9 hours ago. ah. that would explain the increasingly obvious tremor in his left hand and the excessive blinking against dry eyes. and the stone cold, bitter coffee that spreads distastefully over his tongue as he sits back and sips at it thoughtfully. bleugh.
a glance at his watch tells him that it’s currently 3:47:14am. the sort of time people are usually asleep at. the sort of time sue is asleep at, likely curled up in their bed right now, her blonde hair fanned over pillow and the stresses of the day soothed away from her features. he should go to her, slide beneath the covers with a kiss and a whispered apology and at least pretend to sleep for her sake. but the thought of lying there with equations spinning behind his eyelids and his mind racing seems wholly unappealing, and so, with a sigh, he resigns himself back to the desk, coffee mug discarded, and two fingers pressed firmly between his brows until his vision stops swimming blurrily and focuses again.
at least he can apologise with breakfast in bed when she wakes up. again.
the pen in his hand flies over the page, a constant stream of rapid squiggles and frantic self-correction, lines crossed out with vicious depreciation. he knows it’s possible, knows it with a certainty that only comes from too many years of being told what simply cannot be done, but his mind always flickers back to viktor ; the flashing heat, and that wretched scream, watching him be carried out of the dorm clutching his face in bloodied hands. the math must be perfect, no point in beginning to build before he’s sure, before it’s safe. he’s so engrossed he doesn’t hear the faint whoosh of the lab doors sliding open, the footsteps crossing the room, the creak of his lab bench as it becomes an impromptu seat. johnny’s voice startles him, eyes comically wide and pen clutched on to for dear life as his head whips around. and then the embarrassment floods through him, shoulders hunched and face ducked away in shame at being caught in the act, still the same schoolboy his mother used to have to herd out of the garage at ungodly hours after he’d snuck downstairs to work on his latest inventions.
( i can’t sleep, he used to say to her. my brain is too loud, mom, it won’t stop. and she’d look at him sadly and help tuck him back into bed with a kiss to his forehead. his father had never noticed when reed would emerge from the wrong door in the morning. )
❝ johnny . . . i’m just about to go to bed, i swear . . . ❞ hands raised in surrender, and the tremulous note in his voice screams please don’t tell sue, she might castrate me. ❝ i was just formulating my theory for- it’s nothing that can’t wait until tomorrow . . . gosh, is that the time ? i didn’t realize how late it was . . . ❞
reeds lab being full of cutting edge holotech and screens vs reed always using pen and paper/chalk on boards when he's writing initial equations because it just Feels Right
officially outing myself as the clown i am
oppenheimer was so reed coded and now im full of muse
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hi i dont know if you take suggestions but maybe make an oc named goose wayne??
you mean my pre-made oc im ready to torment everyone with?
reed richards has a pocket protector send tweet
