#Well the first question was silly-- so...

[farfromharry]

Summary: Oscar wears a heart rate monitor, turns out it spikes everytime he looks at you

oscar piastri x reader

w/c 716

a/n was thinking about nicole's story with oscar and the heart rate monitor and this silly blurb was born

It didn’t take a genius to figure out Oscar was completely and utterly in love with his girlfriend. He wasn’t expressive about much, not that the world had seen anyway. When it came to her though, he wore his heart on his sleeve. He smiled wider, his eyes sparkled and he giggled. He fucking giggled. 

Everyone saw it. Everyone but Mark Webber. 

Mark had spent a lot of time with Oscar over the years, but only in work mode. When the young Aussie had his racing head on, he rarely thought about anything else. Talks with Mark included contracts and strategies, not girlfriends or love lives. The elder of the two wasn’t great with advice in that department. Plus the kid seemed to have worked it out on his own pretty fine. He didn’t know just how in love Oscar was. 

When Y/N decided to come cycling with them, it wasn’t the first time they’d met, but it was the first time in a long time he’d seen her. They greeted each other kindly. As long as she promised not to slow them down, he had no issue with her joining in.

She didn’t often join her boyfriend’s workouts. They were gruelling and long. She didn’t see the need to put herself through that torture. This one, a nice bike ride through Monaco, sounded rather lovely. But they couldn’t head out until Oscar had his heart rate monitor set up and strapped to him. 

The couple chatted freely as Mark set everything up. He didn’t insert himself in their conversation. Didn’t feel the need to. He was busy anyway. Was he getting old or was technology getting more difficult? 

When it finally started up, seemingly working, it didn’t seem right. Looking at the readings on the device, Mark was noticing things. A sudden spike in Oscar’s heart rate made him panic. The man glanced up, only to see the kid laughing with the girl. It was probably a blip, something that was brought on by the movement of his chest when it shook with laughter. He shook it off. 

Until it happened again. 

As he fitted the device to the strap on Oscar’s arm, it beeped loudly, signalling yet another spike in heart rate. It was beginning to concern him. This time when he glanced at his mentee, he was doing nothing but gazing at the girl as she admired the Monaco skyline. 

She wasn’t even looking his way or doing anything particularly exciting. She was just standing there. Existing. That was enough. 

As they say, twice is a coincidence. He was interested in seeing if it happened every time. That was the only way to know if it was real. 

“Oscar?”

The man turned his head; His heart rate dropped back to a normal rate. “Yeah?”

Mark’s mouth opened like he was going to say something, then shut again. It was all part of the act. “Actually, nevermind.” The younger didn’t question it, just nodded and went back to admiring the girl who had now pulled out her phone to take a pretty picture. A small smile creeped onto his face; Heart rate jumped back up. Mark laughed. It was like a game. 

When she turned and smiled at him, the thing paused, like it had skipped a beat. Every step closer was another number higher. If this was how Oscar functioned every time he was around Y/N, he had no idea how the kid hadn’t succumbed to a heart attack yet. 

“Oscar, look at me,” he instructed. Heart rate down. “Now look at Y/N.” Heart rate back up. “Now back at me.” A drop. “And once more at Y/N.” A spike. He grinned. 

Neither of them had any idea what he was doing. His brow furrowed. Her eyes narrowed. “What are you up to?”

On the one hand, he could just tell him. However, if he knew Oscar as well as he thought he did, it would embarrass the hell out of him. The kid would burn bright red and probably pray for the ground to swallow him up so he didn’t have to face the embarrassment. He could keep this one to himself. He was in love, and it was sweet. There was nothing with that. “Nothing, kid. Nothing.”

[yesitsoktopunchnazis]

well that was quick

uhh yeah, exactly what it sounds like!

there is a tree in my school's courtyard (no longer my school, I graduated) and all around it were little pebbles for decoration or whatever-

and me and a friend at the time invented a game of divination

basically you throw a rock in the air and don't move your hand away and if the rock lands back on the tree it meant yes and if it landed on your hand again it meant no

at first it was to ask dumb shit like "will [ship] be canon?" until we started asking questions about real life stuff ("does xyz like me?", "will I pass math this bimester?", etc.)

and I jokingly asked "will the queen of England ever die?" because it was funny since she'd been queen for so long and there were a lot of memes of her actually being immortal or a lizard or a clone...

then, the tree said yes! so my friend and I laughed and I asked again "will she die soon?"

and the tree said yes again! we laughed it off, not thinking it was actually gonna happen, just a silly game...

three days later, we get into world history class and the teacher says "did you guys hear about queen Elizabeth?"

HOLY SHIT IT'S SEPTEMBER 8TH!!! AN ANNIVERSARY OF AN EXTREMELY HISTORIC EVENT!!!

NO! NO! NOT THAT ONE!!!

^^^THIS ONE!!!^^^

[fumiliar]

kento did not make the first move. it wasn't because he didn't like you, in fact it was the opposite. he liked you too much to let a silly crush destroy your friendship. in fact, he too blinded by his own crush, he didn't notice yours.

kento was nervous, for the first time in his life, he was pacing around. his body was filled with nervousness, brimming to the very top.

"kento, trust me. y/n likes you too," haibara tried comforting kento.

"i know you're just saying this to make me feel better. please stop feeding me delusions," kento buried his face into his hands.

"everyone else sees it but you two! you guys look at each other as if they hung the moon and the stars. heck! the whole galaxy!"

"well, i don't think you're being objective right now! you are biased to me, your best friend who has the crush," he wanted to say more, he did. but he immediately stopped after seeing your approaching figure. "wait, they're coming."

"hey tweedle dee and tweedle dum!" you called to haibara and nanami, earning a wave back. but haibara narrowed his eyes, focusing on your weirdly placed hand.

"what do you have in your hand?" haibara questioned.

"what, i have nothing!" you held up your free hand, wiggling it around.

"the other one."

"well....it's nothing," you showed the box of chocolates to haibara and kento. haibara being the smart man he is, immediately saw the yellow coloured bow on top and knew it wasn't meant for sharing, nor was it meant for him.

"oops, i have...something! hey shoko!" haibara immediately ran away at this realisation.

"so, what's that?" kento finally speaks up.

"ummm...for you?" you internally blushed, your body felt hot. you were frankly, embarrassed. "for your birthday! belated birthday present of course!"

as kento took the chocolates from your hands, he came to the realisation that maybe....just maybe. haibara was right all along.

[moonit3]

a yan! batfam x batgirl! reader

ᯓ★ honestly? just a short story about reader who takes the mantle of being batgirl and tries to navigate her life with her family members being a little too much overbearing.

ᯓ★ WARNINGS/INFO: brief yandere themes as expected, gn! reader despite becoming batgirl, violence, deaths, obsession, reader sometimes not having a good time, the usual struggles by the batfam, jason tried to kill you once, blood, mentioned trauma.

ᯓ★ A/N: my very first writing to launch here, well at least in this blog. it’s been a while since i wrote something to release on internet, so I might be a little rusty some parts, but enough of my silly rambles. enjoy this story.

you’re quite different from your siblings

don’t get it wrong, you still a wayne kid just like the rest of them. you were trained from an earlier age, attended many galas, has a tragic backstory and definitely spent too much hours in combating crimes instead of going to sleep. and still, you aren’t like them.

bruce—or as he wants to be called father, has always been somewhat more protective of you in comparison to the others. always going easy on you during training, texting you every fifteen minutes when you out of the manor and almost denying you to become a vigilante like the rest of them.

it was a tough back then.

from the first time when bruce adopted you, took you in and made you become another member of his family, there was something that you couldn’t quite understand about him.

don’t get it wrong, he is a loving father regardless of his initial reaction when you first got home. even though he was grieving jason’s death and trying his best to deal with tim, father managed to find time to make you feel safe within the walls of the manor.

he is a good father, despite all of his struggles and lack of sense when it comes to you leaving the manor, bruce remains a good father.

he kept telling you that he failed all of them.

drifting dick away with his own words.

losing jason to a stupid clown.

barbara becoming paralyzed from her waist down.

and unfortunately, tim was tangled with all of this misfortune happening. even with you arrive almost time as him, you could feel the weight on his shoulder were much heavier than your.

even when barbara offered you the mantle of batgirl under her leadership, you couldn’t be more suspicious about bruce when realizing certain aspects of your new life as a vigilante.

unlike tim— who could easily patrol by himself in the dangerous and deadly corners of Gotham on his own—you couldn’t take more than a few steps away from batman. father always kept a hand on your cape whatever you tried to drift during patrols, it was even more panicking for the twelve years old version of yourself when batman told Gordon that you’d be showing up more often than Robin himself.

the only reason you didn’t jump from the roof that time was because you didn’t want to cause a scene between two adult who were struggling on how to a arrest a new crime lord that haven been terrorizing the city.

“batman,” you called for him, gently pulling a part of his cloak towards you. he has already finished talking with Gordon, meaning that as batgirl, you have the freedom to talk with him. “why can’t you call robin for this? he is well more skillful in handling gangs and stuff like that... not to mention, oracle said she wants to take me to patrol downtown gotham.”

father’s gaze averted from the many city’s skylights towards you, he looks slightly out of place when realizing your words. maybe even as the world’s best detective, he wasn’t expecting this question at all. “because i ordered you to come with me and not robin. and you told me that you want to be taken seriously, so that’s what I am doing.” he replied, taking off his grapnel gun out of his utility belt and aiming for a nearby building. “now follow me, Gordon has gave a lead that could take us right to the responsible for killing black mask.”

without speaking any more words, he aims at a gargoyle perched high across the alleyway, and fires. the line whips taut with a loud THUNK, and in a one second, he launches into the night, vanishing into the darkness of the city.

left behind, batgirl—you, of course, rushes to the edge of the building, eyes following the silhouette of your mentor. “could at least say where you’re going…”

you pull out your own grapnel, a small version of batman’s. mimicking his movements, arms steady, breath held—and fire.

the hook catches. with a small flicker of your wrists, you yanked up into the cold air of gotham, dark purple boots kicking against the misty wind as you follow the dark knight. and at the same, you hope to not thrown up the dinner that alfred made just hours ago.

as batman lands in silence, he doesn’t look back at you landing just a moment after him, even though you almost fell from the gargoyle.

“faster next time,” he said, putting his grapnel away before focusing his eyes on the holographic computer from one of gloves. “try not to fall from another building this time, we don’t want to repeat what happened with poison ivy last month.”

a sigh comes out of your lips as you struggle putting your grapnel back to your belt, “didn’t have much choice.” a smile grown on your lips when finally putting the grapnel on its right place. “but yeah, i did good this time.”

batman glances sideways for a brief moment, the faintest smirk hidden under his cowl facing you before focusing his entire attention back to his holographic computer.

what was supposed to be a simple mission—a quick sweep of the crime lord’s main hideout—turned into a bloodbath.

neither you or batman realized it was all a setup:a trap designed to lure you in. waiting in the shadows was the man behind the wave of violence tearing through Gotham’s underworld—Red Hood.

a ruthless, calculated, and dealt, his mission was clear: control the city by force and destroy batman in the process. and of course, that also meant by destroying those who work with batman, including yourself.

it was the first time you feared death, even with father at your side, there was something that you couldn’t control when fighting and dodging all the bullets aimed toward you. and unfortunately, one certain bullet hit you.

a moment’s distraction—just glancing back when you hear batman shout “red hood!”— was all it took. pain seared through your shoulder as a bullet tore through it, blood blooming fast across the purple fabric of your uniform.

from that point, things began taking a dark turn. your body couldn’t handle the pain, screaming out loud when feeling the bullet burning inside. it seems the whole world began blacking out as you fight off the remaining mobs before going towards a nearby window.

batman didn’t waste time, not when he heard your screams and saw the crimson ruining the batman symbol on your clothes. his fist knocked red hood off before running towards you, holding your small body against his chest, whispering words of comfort when feeling your trembling.

he aims his grapnel gun to the darkness of gotham and just like that, the dark knight fled the scene with his sidekick in his arms.

it took hours to calm bruce down. he blames himself when seeing his youngest daughter laying on bed, even with the bullet removed and in stable conditions, the hero couldn’t help but feel guilty.

“dad,” you reached his hand, holding it against your palm as the medication began flowing into your body. according to alfred, it will help you heal faster, but it also will make you feel dizzy as a result. “when can I go back to patrol? barbara still needs to teach me how to fight…”

bruce doesn’t reply. he remains in completely silence when realizing that despite getting shot, you still want to go back being batgirl. he is not surprised, not when he is very much aware that all of his children are too stubborn to give up in being vigilantes.

he lets go of your hand—patting your mess hair and even pinching your cheeks when seeing how heavily your eyelids are becoming. a small smile grown on his lips, fixing the pillows to be more comfortable as he stands up from his seat.

“well, we will see that once you fully healed.” he said, turning off the lamp from the bedside table and gently lifting the blankets to cover your now sleeping form. “goodnight, [name].”

walking away from the now dark bedroom, bruce takes a final look at your sleeping frame. the memory of your getting shot flashes on his mind, making him avert his gaze away from you.

as he closes the door behind him, bruce’s mind can only think of a moment before taking the ultimate decision for yourself. he will talk about it with barbara and the others, but bruce knows they will agree with him.

you would never be batgirl ever again, not as long he still breaths.

[maggotvamp]

YOUR’E TOO LATE, I ALREADY DIED — CHO HYUN-JU

synopsis: the first time you laid your eyes on hyun-ju, you were entranced from the get-go. everything about her had drawn your interest, you had loved her more than anything in your life. so, when you had woken up to find her gone, your entire world collapsed.

authors note: i cant stop writing angst yall please help.

“Hey, stop!” You laughed, waving your hand out to stop the batter from coating your face. The kitchen smelt of burning pancakes and scrambled eggs, orange hue shining through the blinds.

The woman in front of you looking more beautiful than ever. Baggy shirt that hung off her shoulder covering the grey shorts she was sporting underneath.

The sunrise glowed on her skin like nothing you’ve ever seen before. In that moment, she was the definition of ethereal.

Domestic life was always one you dreamed of, your childhood growing up was filled with lost memories, instability, loneliness, and lots of sorrow.

You always wanted to find the right one, the one that communicated effectively, made time, loved you right, in ways you’ve never been before. As you grew older, and all your friends married off, living happily—you were beginning to grow hopeless.

Until, you met her.

Cho Hyun-ju.

It was as if time had stopped, from that moment on you knew she was the one. Her slick black hair tied into a low ponytail, silver earrings on display and winged liner complimenting her brown doe eyes.

You couldn’t help but approach.

“Hi.” You breathed out, a smile growing on your features as you made eye contact with the tall woman before you. Her hands settled in front of her chest, crossing over each other in a meerkat-like pose.

“Hello, did you need something?” She asked, voice gentle, shy. Shifting on both feet, you tucked a piece of fallen hair behind your ear.

“Sorry if I sound too blunt but I couldn’t help but think you were absolutely gorgeous. God, that sounds creepy, i’m so sorry.”

She couldn’t help but look around in bewilderment, as if the compliment was foreign to her. “Me?”

“Yes, you silly!” You laughed, eyes closing as your teeth were shown on full display.

Hyun-ju stared down at you, blush coating her cheeks and heart warming up. You spent the rest of that afternoon getting to know each other.

You always relived that day.

It wasn’t long into the relationship that Hyun-ju opened up about her struggles, her family and friends cutting her off, debt racking up from her procedures with no way to fund them. She was lost.

Whenever she told you, she expected you to get up and walk away but you had done the complete opposite. Instead, your hand covered hers and lightly squeezed, offering as much comfort as you could in that moment. “It’s okay, i’ll be here with you every step of the way. You’re not alone.”

You thought you had offered her the best chance at stability, with your job promoting you and her soon moving into your apartment once your relationship had gotten more serious, you assumed everything had been okay.

You didn’t know that she was offered a chance at making money to pay off her debts as well as enough to move you and her out to Thailand like she had dreamed.

You didn’t question it when she had woken you up on an early Sunday morning to make breakfast and had the whole living room set up for an in-door date. Flowers, candy, rom-com movies waiting to be chosen.

By the time you were snuggled against her, whispering sweet nothings in her ear and letting the comfort in the air rest over the both of you—her black painted nails were fiddling with a business card that sat in her shorts pocket.

When you had awoken the next morning, your body was lost of its warmth. Hyun-ju’s side of the bed completely made, pillows fluffed and the stuffed meerkat gifted by you sat gently on the sheets.

The only thing that she left in her presence was a neatly placed post-it note on your bedside table.

I’m going to make us a better life, i’ll be back in a week. Pack your bags then. I love you <3

What you didn’t feel that morning was her placing a gentle kiss on your forehead, thoughts of being free and in paradise in Thailand. Living the life you both deserved.

The note had confused you to no end, but you trusted her to know that she was making a good decision for herself, for the both of you. You had gone about your days as normal, even though the absence of your girlfriend lingered in the air.

By the 6th day, right before the week ended—you had packed your bags. Your belongings sitting in a travel suitcase with her own luggage placed neatly in the walk way of your shared apartment.

The knock at your door had startled you, first one you’ve heard ever since Hyun-ju had left. Heart beating, you raced to the door in a hurry. The week you lived without her was long, missing her scent, her voice, her.

The grin that ate away at your face slowly vanished when she wasn’t on the other side.

Instead of seeing the woman you longed for, a small box was placed on your door mat. Black with a pink ribbon wrapped around it—bending down, your fingers took a hold of the object.

Carefully inspecting it, your curiosity got the best of you.

“Hyun-ju…” Your voice trailed off, eyes immediately filling with tears. With shaky hands you cradled the box close to your heart.

Her silver earrings laid inside.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

A Good day to you, and I hope that you're faring well. Now then, without further ado, here's my question: What I would like to ask is how you would have structured Playful Land. If I remember correctly, you're rather unfond of how its story 'wastes' too much time (not how you described it, but I'll use it cuz of the word limit) and how it does a 'disservice' to its characters by not exploring their themes, etc., more. Your post on magic elitism was esp notable for that, imo—ran out of words ಠ╭╮ಠ

[ Referencing this analysis (and this follow-up!) ]

I’ve talked at length about my thoughts on Stage in Playful Land! Small correction: my main issue with the event isn’t that the story “wastes time” (although the pacing is still not great) or that it “does a disservice to its characters” (although I do think there are missed opportunities and the SSR trio don’t feel as necessary as they should have been). My main issue is that there are numerous gaping plot holes left unaccounted for. There are definitely some aspects I enjoyed about the event (like the creepy atmosphere!!), but the plot holes are so many and so significant that I cannot take the event as a whole seriously.

I’ve honestly really struggled to do a whole rewrite of Playful Land because of the abundance of plot holes 🧍‍♂️ Here’s one iteration I’ve considered (though it’s not totally perfect):

I would lean more into the themes of growing up and losing childhood innocence and hope along the way. I feel that this would not only enhance Fellow’s character motivations, but also make our SSRs the perfect fits to challenge Fellow. I’ll get into more detail on how later in this post, I’m just pointing my intentions out here to preface what to pay attention to.

The opening of the event would be similar; Fellow runs into the NRC students while in Foothill Town. What would be different is the context behind Playful Land. In the original, Playful Land is said to be made by skilled mages, which calls into question “who” and “why” if it is used for the horrendous crime of human trafficking. In my rewrite, Playful Land was a failed project by a powerful mage (not sure if it would be one of the current top 5 mages or not; it could be by someone who is dead now).

The intention was to make a magical destination where you could feel like you’re in another world and you’ve returned to childhood (so you can still get your silly “Wow it’s just Disney glazing its own parks” jokes in). However, the mage kept running into trouble with the magic they wanted to infuse into the park. The project became incredibly expensive and was never able to finish because the funding ran dry and no investors believed in the creator’s vision after so many failures with the spellcasting. In despair, the park creator was forced to sell the land and property off to a mysterious benefactor (ie Fellow’s boss), who was the only one looking to acquire it.

Fellow’s boss takes advantage of the park’s preexisting structures and, with some touch-ups from his own magical hired help, twists the park into the version we see in the original Playful Land. The idea is that the park creator, paralleling Fellow, had big, innocent hopes and dreams, which were ultimately crushed by money problems. Then that lost childhood dream is stolen by greater forces and repackaged into something sinister.

Anyway, Fellow could sell the park to us as something of an urban legend, similar to how it’s presented in the original. The added effect of its new history, however, makes it sound like a creepypasta which I think adds to the Halloween vibes. It’s a theme park that was never completed, newly renovated and now opening for the first time to the public?! How could that NOT be intriguing?

Fellow invites the NRC students and, in this version, he still encourages them to bring more of their NRC friends. (I’ll explain later why he’s so confident about not being caught or pursued in the new version.)

The same events play out from here; 11 NRC boys plus Yuu and Grim come out and take the boat out to the amusement park.

During the middle section in which we’re exploring Playful Land, I want there to be specific attention given to how Fellow engages with Kalim, Ace, and Ortho. In the original event, I feel these three hardly make an impact as the SSR trio, and I want to fix that here. Given the new focus on corrupted childhood innocence, this would reframe Fellow and the SSR trio’s exchanges with one another.

In this new version, each of the SSR boys represents a stage in life. Ortho, who just recently gained sentience, is childhood. Ace, the brat, is adolescence. And finally, Kalim, who is a big brother, the oldest of the three, and the one who ultimately convinces Fellow to change his ways, is young adulthood. (Follow me on this, I swear this will make sense!!)

Ortho will express a lot of curiosity when exploring the park. He has never had the chance to experience these things before, after all!! Fellow has to explain these things to Ortho (albeit he does so with the intention of luring the kids deeper into this mess), but there should be a scene where Fellow has a little aside with Gidel and reminiscences on the time in his youth when he had the same curiosity and eagerness for life.

Ace causes mischief around the park, be it teasing his friends or causing mild inconveniences for the employees. Fellow will laugh and play the part of a “responsible adult” that swoops in and corrects Ace. His aside with Gidel here will have Fellow being frustrated that he has to be nice to Ace. He’ll say something along the lines of, “That brat’s in for a rude awakening…!” (What you’re meant to pick up on here is that Fellow is cursing the fact that Ace can afford to goof off because he doesn’t yet have adult responsibilities like taking care of a child or earning money to feed oneself.)

Finally, Kalim is supposed to be the ideal and Fellow’s polar opposite: a boy who manages to develop into a young man that manages to retain his sense of wonder and belief in the world in spite of all the changes that happen, in spite of all the bad things that plague him. Maybe Kalim has some issues crop up in his park trip but he just shrugs them off like it’s nothing. Fellow’s surprised that Kalim can be like this, but behind Kalim���s back he chalks it up for the safety and security Asim family wealth provides him. I want Fellow to increasingly become bitter towards Kalim for having all the things he doesn’t have—both money and his childhood innocence intact.

The night portion in the park is roughly the same as the original. Us NRC students break the park rules and, one by one, we’re captured and brought to the stage area until only the SSR trio are left. One addition I’d like to make here is that, while exploring the park at night, we uncover the origins of it and learn about the creator and how he lost sight of his dream. Maybe there’s leftover documentation or some plans they find from the creator?? Not entirely sure.

At some point, some of the influential/wealthy boys will bring up the fact that people will come looking for them. The documents they find, however, will reveal a terrible secret about the park: the very reason why it never got off the ground to begin with. The creator was so ambitious, they wanted to make a park experience in which you could literally disappear into its world… so anyone kept in the park for an extended period of time (uhh, let’s say 24 hours or so?) is erased in the memories of the people on the outside. The creator couldn’t perfect the magic, which led to this… flaw, a flaw that Fellow’s employer sought to tamper with and take advantage of for his own means. (The “you turn into a puppet if you break the rules” thing can be something Fellow’s boss has added.) The strange effects of the park is also meant to invoke the idea of a person being left behind or forgotten by the larger system, which is how Fellow feels when he is rejected from a magic school.

Anyway, let’s fast forward to the SSR trio confronting Fellow!! This is where he really lets it out on the boys, berating them for their foolishness and their privilege. Ortho and Ace both try to use underhanded means to beat him, and Kalim’s the only one who keeps pushing for amicable methods and giving Fellow a chance.

Fellow is able to get his hands on Ortho and Ace’s tickets and tear them. When it comes to Kalim, he tries to talk some sense into Fellow, maybe even offer a hug or to talk it out. At this point, Fellow’s pathetic and worn out from chasing the kids around all night so he’ll go in for the apology hug and use that as a fake-out to steal the final ticket. I want Fellow to use underhanded tricks like Ortho and Ace did to show how many grow up and lose their wonder, becoming adults like Fellow who have to do whatever it takes to get by.

Insert a scene where Fellow, upon winning, brags to Kalim about his victory. This entire time, Fellow had beef with his cluelessness about how the real world works and, wanting to break Kalim’s spirit, proceeds to rub salt in the wound. And you know what? Kalim still holds out (maybe this would be a good opportunity for him to bring up the park’s creator and how their dream still lives on even if they’re not here anymore). That not only angers Fellow but scares him. Because if Kalim can still keep smiling in despite all of this, despite not having any of his wealth or connections helping him, then what was all of his suffering and slaving away until this point for???

I want to point out, we would retain the scenes where we cut from the free boys to the puppet’d ones speaking positively of their school lives to Fellow. Again, Kalim mentions the fun and possibilities he has at NRC with everyone (sort of in a last minute “It was nice knowing you guys” way).

In this moment, when Fellow is emotionally and physically beat down, shown there’s still hope in people like Kalim and the still-standing park, that’s when the boss’s phone call rolls in. We can still have Fellow’s breaking point + snapping here, as well as his declaration at the end for him to make his own way in the world, but I feel the latter point makes more sense with the newly introduced elements. In the original, it felt like Fellow suddenly became hopeful again (when he was JUST at his lowest) for little to no reason.

Anyway, the NRC students and Fellow team up the break down the park. It’s symbolic of tearing down past expectations the world placed on you and finding your own freedom again. With the park destroyed, it restores the public’s memories of the prior victims (and this doesn’t necessarily have to be confirmed, but we could get a line about how the authorities will want to investigate this).

Like in the original event, Fellow will state his intentions to start his own school, one where he can teach practical life skills. In this version, he’ll also stress the importance of never losing your wonder in the world—because even without money, you can never lose the ability to enjoy the little things in life. Maybe we could have Ortho or Ace say they have to report Fellow Honest for his complicity in the crimes, only for him to pretend to look at his watch, go, “Oh, is it that time already?! I’ve gotta hit the road, boys!”, and the skedaddle into the sunset with Gidel.

nxjsbwjwjwow Like I said, this rewrite isn’t perfect and it definitely feels clunky in some places but I think overall the new narrative works. The only other thing I’d add here is that episodes 1-5 should roughly have the same amount of parts in it; the original event had really odd pacing where one episode would have only 11 parts and then another would be nearly double that.

Those are my thoughts ^^ Feel free to let me know if you have any of your own ideas to fix Playful Land!

[forsaken-headcanons]

hey I'm a big fan of what you guys do so here's a question for you mods

who's the most likely to start biting people?

ferland. —mod c00lkidd

ferland. ferland bit me. - Mod Taph 💥

Ferland. -Mod Missletsky

I WOULD say c00lkidd or I but ferland's definitely... yeah. Ferland.- Mod Two Time

^ WE DO NOT BITE THIS IS MISINFORMATION /silly —mod c00lkidd !!

update. as of writing this ferland just bit me AGAIN for the second time-

update 2 they bit me again while I was writing the last update help me - Mod Taph💥

Well, in MY defence, Taph also BIT ME!! I did it as an act of self-defense!! THEY BIT ME AS WELL! — Mod Ferland🌱

YOU BIT ME FIRST I WAS THE ONE DOING IT IN SELF DEFENSE!!! - Mod Taph 💥

NO? YOU LITERALLY STARTED IT SO I HAD TO RETALIATE!! – Mod Ferland🌱

the kids are phighting again 💔 —mod wedontgetpaidenoughforts

[written-by-spoon]

If there are any spaces left for your kiss requests, could I request 13 with Jiro? ❤️

Congrats on 50 followers! 😄

Kisses Requests ♡ Jiro + #13

ᯓ★ Prompt: #13 - Kissing their injuries

ᯓ★ Tags: gn!reader, reader wears a skirt but otherwise has no descriptors, fluff, slight angst

ᯓ★ Word Count: 1.2K

ᯓ★ Notes: first kisses request completed!! thank you Anon for participating and also for requesting my favorite ghoul (ㅅ´ ˘ `) i had a lot of fun writing this one, so i hope you enjoy it!~

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“Take a seat.” Jiro gestured to the examination bed in the patient room he brought you to within Mortkranken. You nodded and wobbled your way over to the bed, sniffling a little and wiping a tear from your eye.

You both just came from the Anomalous Combat practical, where you had taken a rather nasty fall. It was one of the few times you have been able to participate with the ghouls as today Professor Moby had decided it would be a good idea to start practicing your stigma-enhancing ability with them in an active combat setting. You had been maybe a bit too laser-focused on your role as you were blind-sided by a pop-up which was able to grab you and restrain you from behind. In the struggle to get out of its hold, you ended up scraping your forearm and elbow against the structure of the anomaly, and when it released you, you fell on the ground hard - scraping your knee and shin. It was an unfortunate turn of events, but it made you feel so clumsy and silly, as though you really were dead weight for the ghouls to manage.

Your eyes welled again at the thought, and almost immediately, a tissue was offered to you. “Thanks, Jiro,” you said, taking it and looking up at him. He nodded in response, and also handed you a small, wet washcloth. 

“You will need to take off your tracksuit so we can treat your injuries. Please use this to wipe off any dirt, fibers, or other debris from the abrasions. I will sanitize and treat them after.” You nodded, wiping your eyes with the tissue.

“Should I change into my uniform? Or a patient gown?”

Jiro considered your question, then looked at the time. “Hmm, it would be best if you were dressed in your uniform since there is not much time left before the next class.” He looked back to you, and tilted his head, clearly still processing your question, “But you can’t put on your button-up shirt or blazer because I won’t be able to access your injuries.. For now, please keep your t-shirt on, but you may change into your skirt. This will be the best for efficiency.”

You nodded again, “That makes sense, I can do that.”

“Good. I will be just beyond the curtain if you need me,” he said, as he pulled the privacy curtain around the bed.

You got to work gently changing your clothes as instructed. Once you were completely changed and had gently wiped your injuries, you opened up the curtain and let Jiro know you were ready.

He brought over a tray covered with neatly laid out supplies as you hopped up onto the patient bed. He gently lifted your arm up and turned your palm over backwards, forcing you to rotate your forearm. “Let me know if this stings too much,” he said, bringing a wet towelette to the injury. You instinctively winced and jolted at the sting and Jiro apologized, adjusting to a lighter pressure.

He quickly cleaned the wound on your arm and got it bandaged up, and you twisted your arm to have a look, bending your arm up and down a few times to see if any bandages would loosen with the movement. At the same time, Jiro pulled over a small rolling stool, lowered it to the shortest height, and gently guided your leg to his lap.

The cool press of his hands against your calf and ankle caused a shiver to run through you, and your face immediately flushed with embarrassment. He is barely touching you and you’re practically swooning.

“Is everything alright?” he asked, eyes flicking to yours from where he was working on your leg.

“O-Oh! Um- hah- yes! Yep, I’m good. I’m goood..” you babbled, trying to cover up your flush.

He smiled at your response - his characteristic, small Jiro smile, where the corners of his mouth just slightly quirk up. It disappeared quickly though, his professionalism sliding back into place. “I meant with your bandages.”

“OH! Of course! Yes, uhh- yes. Everything is good. I was just checking to see how tight it was, but it's comfortable.” You held up your arm, looking at the bandages again. Jiro nodded at your response, now beginning to work on bandaging your leg. After a moment, he glanced up at you and noticed that you were still holding your arm up, just..looking at it.

“Are you sure everything is alright? You look like you are deep in thought.”

You shook your head, returning from the small daydream you had slipped into, “Yeah, sorry! I was just thinking about how when I was little and I used to get scratches like these, my Grandmother would give them a kiss to ‘make the pain go away,’” you gave a breathy laugh. “It was a silly little thing she would do, but it always brought me comfort. Thinking about her just made me start thinking about how much I miss my family..” you trailed off, looking over Jiro’s head, but at nothing in particular.

He had finished bandaging your leg, and was now watching you. The melancholic look on your face made his heart ache, though he didn’t quite understand why. He tilted his head, thinking about the memories you just shared with him. While hummed in thought, he lifted your leg, bringing your shin up to where he could easily dip his head and press a soft kiss to your skin.

You jumped, surprised by the feeling since you weren’t paying attention to what he was doing. Your heart started pounding in your head and your flush returned - deeper than before, “J-Jiro?! What are you doing?”

He looked up at you, replying simply, “You said that getting kisses from your Grandmother would comfort you, so I administered the same treatment to comfort you now. Did it not work?”

Your heart did a backflip, and you felt a little lightheaded upon hearing his admission. How could someone be so genuinely sweet in such a nonchalant way? “Oh! N-No, it did.. I was just surprised, that's all.”

He gave you another small smile, “Good.” He leaned in closer to you, giving you another soft kiss on your outer thigh, above the bend in your leg. You bit your lip to hold back a whimper, not wanting to make an uncomfortable situation out of his sweet gesture.

Jiro gently lowered your leg back to his lap, and took your hand and gave you a small kiss on your wrist. Flipping your hand over and rotating your arm as he did earlier, he pressed one more kiss on the side of your arm, close to your elbow.

You watched him, completely dazed and in awe. He pulled away from you, observing your reaction. “Good, you look pleased now, so the treatment must have worked.” You just hummed in response and nodded.

He let out a little laugh and worked on cleaning up while you finished changing. The interaction between you both would continue to replay in your head for the rest of the day, leaving you in a dreamy state which confused your classmates - the last time they had seen you was when you left for Mortkranken in pain. Little did they know that you had shared such a vulnerable and tender moment with Jiro in Mortkranken - one that you could believe was a dream if it weren’t for the feeling of his lips on your skin, which burned and lingered well into the day

Little did you know that a certain raven-haired ghoul kept replaying the scene in his head, too.

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[whcrepawz]

i’ve seen lilis post and i’d like to explain it from my point of view. this was after i saw vics reblog and lilis deleted posts when she said she was still friends with him. i dmed her saying this: READ BELOW THE SS FOR FULL EXPLANATION (if this shit continues i’m deactivating and taking it to the police, i am NOT okay with this)

the full explanation is here: when i first joined tumblr silver had a crush on me, all silver said to lili was “i have a crush on cat” and lili took that to mean i was dating silver. i’m not. i never was bcs i set a boundary and said “i see, but i’m not comfortable given the age difference so no” silver understood that and that’s it. then lili goes to vic and tells him this, vic already hates me due to my slutty posts about izzy (are u fr?) and then vic decided that i’m this massive groomer creep🧍‍♀️time moves on and after i saw the disgusting post about me, i asked lili if she knew anything about it and she said no, however admitted to still being friends with a racist, ableist, homophobic, misogynist cunt. i then was a little upset (obviously) and then it came out that lili suspected i was a fucking groomer all along and told vic, making him hate me even more…rather than coming to me in the first place and asking she just ignored it and now here we are!! lili, you’re not the bad guy but you did fuck up big time. as i said in dms, a small silly misunderstanding can ruin a life. i’m 18, i’m a fucking adult, shit like this isnt a joke and if there’s any more of this i will be reporting this whole situation to the police and you and vic will be questioned by them bcs this is absolutely outrageous and unfair. i understand you’re young and some things i can forgive but this is absolutely insane and will not be forgiven even if u are young and naive. i don’t mean to be rude at all, or ganging up on you, or anything like that but this isn’t a joke. this isn’t funny, this is absolutely serious and i warned other 18+ mutuals about this bcs it’s fucking terrifying to have these false accusations thrown around. so yes i did make it slightly public but for their fucking safety bcs again this type of stupid shit can destroy someone’s life, get that in your head and stop getting butt hurt please. this isn’t a personal bitchy attack on you, i’m a adult i don’t have time for that, but this is seriously concerning and don’t u worry this whole post is aimed at vic as well, not just you. i don’t want this shit to continue, lili misunderstood something, should’ve come to me but she didn’t, and now here we are. again this is from my perspective so ofc forgive me lili if i misunderstood bits and bobs, but can we fucking give it a rest now. i’m too tired to do this back and forth reblog posting bs and i will call a solicitor, also leave silver alone she didn’t absolutely nothing wrong at all, this was ages ago so don’t u fucking dare make up lies that she cheated on cherry or whatever. it was a crush, they fade, it was months ago and silver and i are just best friends. bottom line is, lili apologied for the misunderstanding which i appreciate, and that’s it, it doesn’t need to be any bigger. so, god fucking forbid a girl posts about izzy stradlin and makes friends my fucking god.

[mayakern]

Hej Maya - question about the shirts. How well do they handle the button gap problem for busty ladies? I have been "blessed" with some rather silly proportions - large bust (120cm/47in), tiny torso(shoulder-to-shoulder 45cm/18in) - so in theory I should be able to wear a size XL, but I am wary as buttons-downs tend to betray me. (Also, I love the my horseshoe crab skirt so much, the blue pockets are such a cute detail)

for me, i wear a 3X even tho my bust (52") would fit a 2X bc with the help of the gussets the 3X fits my hips (58") better and also gives me the look i prefer, which is looser/baggier

if i push my elbows far back behind me i get a little gaping that's only visible from the side, which is about what i'd expect with my GG cups without a specialty feature to prevent it.

it's important to note that this is what i get with the VISCOSE shirts while wearing a supportive bra. the viscose shirts do not have any stretch and outside of photo shoots, i do not typically wear our button shirts with an underwire bra.

moving forward, our new shirts will be made from cotton (the dungeon shirt opening for preorders today is the first of these) and will have a small amount of stretch. between that and my tits being slightly flatter without the underwire, i don't have any gapping issues in my daily life when i wear the shirts casually.

[mariusrenathyrs-crashout]

its always morally correct to pander for asks, never feel guilty for that

im not like Locked In to eom but i am incredibly fascinated by the dynamic between marius and jericho if youre up to talk about it :0

Beautiful question, music to my ears in fact. These two boys and their dynamic has me going crazy, it's truly sick and twisted work Mikey and Andy have put into this for the express purpose of making me insane. [Contains spoilers for EoM up to 32] Warning, this is long, like long.

So. The general gist of the characters in question is thus: Jericho is a lonely ol' farmboy scarecrow bard, he's animated through the power of hag magic and his body contains/ed an entity/ies of secrets and manipulations. He's a sweet lad seeking friends, and it is unfortunate for him his newfound lease at life often leaves him somewhat the butt of many jokes as he struggles to adapt and thrive in this weird and frightening world. Marius on the other hand is a former noble knight of a kingdom worshipping Lathander, the god of dawn and light. He served as his best friend and king's right hand man before being sent on a quest in search of a holy grail to help save his kingdom from ruin. He's got many of the classic knight tropes, regal, haughty, protector, etc. But he also struggles immensely with a corrupting power that has haunted him since he was tricked and turned into a dhampir - his change from noble knight to beast of the night a slow and steady progress. Themes relating to these two I enjoy "Parallels" : the envier and envied, paladin and bard, strong versus meek, kindness versus wrath, one who is building himself up and one who is losing himself, monster presenting as man and man presenting as monster, elongated lifespan versus man recently created, light versus dark, etc etc.

So, Nikkie begins the story of EoM by having these two polar opposites, these odd fellows shoved into a confined space and left to socialize for a decent chunk of time with no third party buffer - it was delightful. Starting off, Jericho is so startled by the appearance of this golden knight in the same room as him he automatically assumes he shouldn't be in that room at all, something Marius refutes and asks Jericho to instead join him for a meal. One of my all time favorite lines of dialogue between them is Jericho being downtrodden by his position in life right now, saying Virgil tells him he's no better than a broom. Marius, seeing this looks around and then says "Well, we were taken to the Living cart," to try and cheer him up a bit and reassure him. It's delightful. Jericho also has something akin to hero worship for Marius, initially awe struck by him being a gen-u-ine knight and even offering to be his minstrel and singing the tales of "brave Sir Marius." Marius, despite being a little off put by the overt sincerity and awkward nature of this sentient scarecrow tells him he promises him genuine aid, that if Jericho ever needs him he will be there and do everything in his power to help him. That they're friends. Jericho's very first friendship is thusly made. The two share a fine dining meal with another piece of my favorite dialogue between them

"Jericho: Garsh! You know, usually there’s always folk - whenever I try to eat a nice meal with ol’ pal Virgil. He really likes turkey. I don’t think he’s a carrion bird. He likes the cooked stuff, I don’t understand what’s up with him. He says it’s very delicious. And everyone when I go to a tavern for a meal they always scream and run away n’ tell me to get out n’ I think it’s because I got scuffs on my shoes. Marius: [Chuckles] Yes, I’m sure it’s the shoes.  Andy: And I give you another smile.  Jericho: You see - Virgil, I’m tellin’ you, it is the shoes. Well, let's share a meal between friends, Marius.  Marius: I would love that. Thank you." It's just so silly and goofy and shows how funny they can be around one another. And then later Lethica is added to the trio and they're the first trio within the party to be formed, and when Marius gets a little flustered, Jericho even acts as his wingman in front of Lethica and is like "oh tell her this super cool story about yourself" and Marius is like "I tell Lethica about this super cool story I am hearing about for the first time." This all happens within like 12 minutes. OUGH SICK AND TWISTED ALREADY. Anyhow. We see a lot of Jericho and Marius forming a brotherly like bond throughout the series. During many instances Jericho sings of "brave Sir Marius," to try and help Marius during battle and shields him from blood when he realizes his vampiric affliction is beginning to rattle Marius. Marius held Jericho in the Crooked House, telling him how proud he was of him, often going to reassure Jericho and come to his verbal aid against Virgil's pestering. The two don't start having notably major conflicts until Cyril, and even then, it's more tense and frustrating than anything.

At Cyril, several major events happen. A very pretty powerful woman tries to seduce and coerce Marius into having sex with her, something he is firmly against despite his party - excluding Yorgrim - encourage him to do so. It's frustrating for him because he doesn't want his friends, particularly the lads to tell him he should go for it because she's hot, it makes him feel this kind of backed into a corner frustration. He divulges to the party he had once been a human knight who had succumbed to temptation and as consequence got cursed with vampirism. Later, a thing occurs causing the group's inner most personal sins to start shining through - which of the 7 deadly sins each member represents. And Jericho represents Envy. He's envious of many people - but notably he's envious of Marius. Handsome Sir Marius who always gets looked at with attraction by women and in awe by men, who is so handsome and capable and is winning Lethica's attention. It's so distressing to him who struggles so hard, who is seen as a sack of garbage, who is looked at with pity; at points during this arc Mikey tells Nikkie "Jericho imagines Marius flayed alive." Like it's really rough. The group also sees one another's backstories in visions and Marius gets to see Jericho's - something Jericho holds so much shame for. Marius comforts him and at the end tells him he is still his friend and brother no matter what. Jericho also sees Marius' and apologizes for Marius ever being hurt the way he had been, that it's not his fault he was tricked.

There's a lot also going on between the two by proxy of Virgil's machinations. At first Marius hated Virgil because Virgil always was putting down Jericho, was seemingly manipulating his friend's kindness and was an invasive and malignant presence. During this time when Jericho had lost consciousness and Virgil had taken control of his body, Marius was the one to hold him to his chest and talk to Jericho, trying to call him from the inner recesses of his mind and to come back to them. He cares deeply for Jericho and his distrust of Virgil lies within his relationship to Jericho; but after Metamorphosis Marius seems almost elated to interact with Virgil. Marius who is succumbing to his inner darkness and has embraced what has turned him into dhampir and let him transform him into vampire thinks "maybe Virgil isn't so bad after all," and he wants to talk to him and pick his brain. Virgil, on the otherhand thinks Marius is a foolish boy who is in over his head. Jericho also expresses his uncertainty and displeasure at Marius allowing this dark force to take him and to fall from Lathander, but he trusts Marius' judgement.

BUT, heavy stuff aside. They also have really fun brotherly moments of whimsy and joy. During their down time at the estate and everyone's doing these cotillion games, Marius can't help but have a little fun as Jericho and Briggsy act incredibly goofy and silly. He encourages them both when they're downtrodden about not being "fancy enough," he congratulates them when they succeed and encourages them when they struggle. They have a fun time dancing and dining and Marius has gotten to enjoy Jericho's "warbling tune" many times throughout the campaign. Even if a song isn't his best, Marius would kill a man who would ever pick on Jericho. I could go ON ABOUT THESE TWO.

TLDR; Marius and Jericho are opposites in many ways, but this has led them to both care very deeply about one another and act as a sort of grounding presence to one another in areas and ways they both need. They humanize one another, they're brothers, they're the first friends either of them have made in many years or at all. They are on different paths right now, one supposedly healing and one succumbing to despair. The two have argued and not seen eye to eye in many ways, but they love one another so dearly, they really do.

[trinketstar]

Hai! :D

First of all, I LOVE your art style,and your tadc designs ('specaly pomni<3) but also, I had 2 questions :3

Okay, #1, I don't know if you take requests for doodles,but if you are, do you think you could draw my pomni design in your style? (Art for it is pictured) (actually, I think you need to copy and paste it into a search tab and it will work) (maybe)

https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1255241224609206382/1392984862968774676/Untitled107_20250710174055.png?ex=6872d73f&is=687185bf&hm=4691bdc8c911f05b95c00b68a2d1196720ed8b992f88f75838d91313fe424965&

And #2, is you pomni an age regressor? As one, I've noticed that she has some similar coping mechanisms as me, and also I've seen her with a paci in a bunch of drawings :3

Well, have an amazing (digital circus) day/night! And tysm for doin what u do!

Such a cute design! Thank u!

And HAH I was waiting for someone to notice that! It's not something I talk about a lot since it's a sensitive issue and misunderstood a lot. But learning more about age regression and how it works has Really helped me overcome some deep seated stuff in my brain over the last year. (Imma get a little real here sorry)

For the uninitiated, age regression is an often involuntary dissociative state caused by repressed childhood neglect or trauma. With certain triggers, your brain kinda puts you back in that vulnerable mindset where you feel like a scared little kid again. It makes it harder to control your emotions and it can be really disorienting and frustrating, especially if you don't know why it's happening. When you calm down you're like "whyyy was I acting so immature?? I know better than that!"

I use characters to work through my thoughts a lot, and Pomni just felt very fitting as an outlet for that feeling? Idk, the way she gets defensive over being treated like a kid, the way she spaces out when stressed, the whole premise of being suddenly turned into a tiny thing in a huge overwhelming childish looking world with a room full of baby toys, it felt like a big metaphor for how it feels lol. I've written fics and comics with her as I've been learning more about how to cope.

The healthy way to work through it is to kinda become the parent you needed. It's similar to other types of anxiety recovery with the positive affirmations and self-soothing, just more focused on the stuff that would have helped you when you were younger! Take good care of yourself, have a gentle and positive inner monologue, forgive the mistakes, bring back positive memories with fun shows and games, let yourself scribble color, get some chewlery, give yourself stickers and rewards for finishing chores, have fun with it! It can feel VERY SILLY, but when you begin to heal that part of your brain, you can kinda.. let the baby go take a nap and get through your regular adult responsibilities! As long as you keep yourself grounded in reality and don't get TOO stuck in the past, I feel it can be very healthy.

Most important to remember is that it is VERY DIFFERENT FROM "AGEPLAY". That term refers to a type of sexual role-playing. I wish I didn't have to clarify this.

[bruceslefttit]

So.

For some reason another Bruce Wayne appears instead of their Batman, during a JL mission he gets shot that replaces himself for “the best version of himself” This is a Bruce Wayne without diseased parents, in an “not so bad Gotham” and has apparently no kids, no partner in the young age of 34.

At first they thought he was having a minor concussion when he started to say nonsense about not belong there or asking his own son “who are you, stay away from me”, furthermore Clark x-rayed him and had noticed not even one real injury. So yeah that was decently not his Bruce.

“Who the fuck are you?”

Everyone not knowing what they could positively respond, because sure, of course they have deal with many versions of Bruce before, but somehow they had always had someone in the room that reminded that Bruce that it was alright.

Most of the time it was either Alfred or dick who made the other Bruce feel safe. Dick always loved to think that they were like soulmates, because even in some universes where they weren’t “family” they always seemed to find each other. How ever this was not the case.

After some long time they calmed him down and found out this that they maybe should never had to.

“So you don’t have kids?” Jason asked, open mouthed.

“No! I don’t really like kids” Fake Bruce responded.

“And neither do an Alfred” dick continued

“No! I mean I am rich but I don’t have a butler. That I find disgusting, don’t know about your Bruce but definitely not me. I have a father.” Fake Bruce was getting meaner.

“So… how are they? Your parents” Dick asked.

“I mean they are not the best yk, but they make it work, I know I am a complicated person so I don’t blame them.”

“What do you mean?” Tim asked, watching Alfred’s face go dark.

“Well, you know. Your Bruce most have told you. Dad was sometimes not kind, it started when I was like 6 so if this Bruce’s parents died when he was 8 he differently got hit at least once.” “I mean and If it was not that I was neglected so tell him he indeed did not lose anything,” He said with an attitude. “I mean come on, why do you even want to know this? My parents were great until the baby fever stopped, and they are not even a big part of my life by now. Family or whatever means shit to me and to your Bruce surely does too. So yeah, I don’t have family nor a bat cave which a find silly, nor an Alfred and I live in a shitty mansion that I bought with my shitty 9 to 5 work without people around me.”

After that they couldn’t ask any more questions, so like if time never existed they just stood there silently.

This was the life that Bruce had always wanted, that is what this version of him was supposed to be. But he was just as angry, he has a safe Gotham, two parents and 0 expectations from others.

After their Bruce came back there was nothing they could say to him to make him understand that there was no universe where he was happy. So in the arms of their father they truly knew that his version, this was everything they could ask for.

That in the end of the day there was no way that their dad didn’t try.

And as much as it hurt. Bruce Wayne was broken in every single universe. Didn’t matter the circumstances, even when he has everything he wanted, he was broken and it could never be fixed.

[manofthepipis]

Hiii! Just wanted to say that while waiting for the last update of Beyond Repair (which was delicious btw, I can't wait to see the conversation that follows THAT Cliff hanger, i need those two to communicate for once in their narratively-doomed lives please) I was craving more of your writing and I kind of binge read all your spamton fics and by goodness you have some of the best fics in this fandom and your way of writing the DR cast is genuinely perfect.

I never thought i'd get invested in the relationship between the addisons and spamton but GOD you build it up so well,,,,all that resentment and jealousy and regret and what-ifs… it's so cool to see a take where both parties are in the wrong and they both know it (in beyond repair it hurts even more bc thye dont even get a chance to try and reconnect and it hurts wenwefjw). I love how you use all the in-game details that you can, even the fact that the addisons were turned around while thye explained the spamton lore in ch2. and ngl im. obsessed. with the Dynamic you gave spamton and jevil in the Keeping Neo AU and the separate jevil fic. Jevil has such a specific speech quirk and personality yet you capture that chaotic gremlin energy he has mixed with that eerie sadness and vagueness that makes him such an enigma but so so fun to witness in action. He doesn't seem easy to write but you keep him so true to canon in the way he speaks and acts. also I know theyre platonic in the fics you've written but I cannot deny that the spamvil shipper in me is THRIVING with those interactions, 10/10, spinning those two besties in my head until the end of time, do not separate them (they will cause untold mayhem and destruction but theyre very cute and it makes jevil happy so i forgive them).

Anyways, i also cannot get enough of Beyond Repair, the way you keep the characters' voices and personalities feels so true to the original material and it's such a blessing to see such a Good fic portraying the spamtenna partnership showing both characters' faults and yearnings, instead of being too sympathetic to either of them. I especially love the adamant denial Tenna has throughout the fic, it's the mix of tragic and funny that perfectly suits his carácter?? Yeah, the guy who seems to not notice/care that Mike is three separate people with no resemblance at all among them and different from the Mike that was there when spamton was around WOULD definitely be able to reach that level of denial. And spamton??? You probably write my fav iteration of his speech quirk and your commitment to make it a fundamental part of his character (ad breaks making him hard to understand to other people, him questioning his identity after writing without ad breaks in the keeeping neo au, etc etc) is sooo appreciated. Lately I've seen a lot of black-and-White thinking with spamton in socmedia, with people reacting against the ch2 "woobification" by treating him like an embodiment of everything evil in the world and the true villain of the game (some even blaming him solely for the weird route, somehow) or some sort of irredeemable demon from birth, so seeing a true appreciation of his character in your fics, where you do not shy away from his narcissim, selfishness and BIG flaws nor his tragic existence and fate, is such a breath of fresh air. ESPECIALLY in a spamtenna story lol

Either way sorry for babbling but tldr ive been obsessing over all your fics lately, you've irrevocably converted me into spamtenna and spamvil and thank you so much for your passsion and great Works, your commitment to keeping some of the silliness and charm of the original game and keep it as canon-faithful as possible is super engaging and beautiful. ill be eagerly awaiting the next chapters of beyond repair that will cause me incredible emotional pain and joy in equal amounts. all the love and support to you!!

FIRST AAAAA idk what to say im so beyond flattered bc writing these guys gives me sm joy and im happy like even tho my old fics are sorta outdated now (alas the passing times in the deltarune fandom), ppl still go back to them?? like 2021 me would be going as insane as i am rn

jevil like spamton was rlly difficult to write at first but the more i did it the more his speech kinda flowed like he has this cryptic poetic style to him that's so so fun to meddle with and yknow i forgot about my solo jevil fic but ive had the next chapter in wip stage for god knows how long lol i should?? upload that sometime maybe. he just rlly likes his chaos :3 luckily for him spamton is uncontrollable to even himself, he's a danger to himself and others, whether intentional or not, he has motivations but he's so unstable and jevil gets an kick out of it bc nothing matters. throw neo into the mix and it just becomes a party at that point

tenna is also so interesting and im so glad someone pointed out about he's oblivious to the Mikes, but also bc he seems to get in his own head a bunch, it's how he copes with it all, and this is also how he tries to help kris through the divorce. just keep their eyes on him and keep them distracted enough to pretend that nothing is going on. not saying he can't accept the reality of things, in fact he does all too well! but like isn't it BETTER to just stay distracted with TV? after all you can learn anything from tv! tie this character aspect into the fact he's been missing his special little mailman for years, giving him this importance and this pedestal and this image that's big enough to shirk his own blame onto for the loss of his show and eventual irrelevance. with this i feel like it'd take a lot to break that barrier of denial if he was wrong and it had all been for nothing, which i tried to get into when writing. man i miss tenna

i don't have twitter or tiktok or instagram or rlly anything except tumblr, and im kinda glad i don't bc of the reverse-woobification like ppl are straight up forgetting that spamton is so complex bc idk i think a lot of ppl like to categorize characters into black and white boxes bc they're written so dynamic and ppl literally cannot comprehend the grey areas, or the in-betweens, or they don't care enough to comprehend it bc it's all about consuming the next piece of media. it's insane and i hope my lil fic at least defends against that whole thing lmao but tbh i think ill just stay here in my lil tumblr bubble where ppl are at least kinda cool and treat him sillay still. spamton is my favorite character of all time BECAUSE he's a horrible narcissistic selfish asshole but also bc he's legitimately hurting and desperately wants to become something more than he is. his whole entire purpose after his defeat is helping the lightners free themselves from their own strings bc he doesn't want to see his friends go down the same path he did with neo and what part of that speaks pure evil for ppl on socmedia? i don't get it ;v; imagine ur whole life crumbles and everything u worked for meant nothing. then there's these sweet kids that u tried to just kill and they're going down the same path. he switches to helper mode so fast and that says so much about him even WITH all his selfishness. love him fr

no but fr tysm for enjoying my arts!! i feel i went a tad bit off the handle but i rlly appreciate it!!

[etcseacow]

Potentially silly or dramatic question, but canon TF2 has a lot of weird stuff in it, including just straight-up MAGIC.

If given the opportunity, would D!Sniper take the chance to be turned into a "real" dingo? If so, what would he be willing to sacrifice for it?

Yea yea…….

His first impulse would probably be ‘oooh yeh’ but then given the moment to actually think about it…

He’s suddenly a dingo. Now what. His old pack is dead, his new one are humans. He can’t just join a different set of dingoes, that’s not how that works. He’s a lone dingo that’s a little too tame to go back home. So he’s just a pet, something demeaning to him if he didn’t start out that way.

He’d be interested in a very specific set of circumstances, not sold separately from the whole ‘real dingo’ thing. Like a reset rather than a transformation. But even then, that would require forgetting about any future bonds he’s made as sacrifice.

As a person, that’s by now learned how to think like a person as well, things have gotten a bit complicated. As much as he hates how people over complicate things. Idk lol made this more dramatic than silly my guy loaded question here

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The fact that he was just proving her words made her just laugh inside. He was truly clueless about his outward expressions. She wondered if that is why he gets the big suit and holds this expression of powerful. Without everything that Vought paints him to be, he just looked normal. Oblivious likely, but normal to her. Maybe, just maybe, they could get along.

For now it was teacher and student. Professional, trainer and trainee. Someone who wants to make the hero of the world be better and not swallowing every drop of the lies they feed him.

Amrita made sure that he knew the plan. That he took in everything she said. She wanted to make sure he understood that their field trip can cause chaos unintentionally. Though it seemed he understood and was willing to try it. Though the glasses and hat looked a little silly on him. She had to look serious even though her eyes looked like she was ready to burst into a big grin.

"You look fine. Remember this is not some kind of fashion show, this is just to keep you from being discovered." She replied with a big take of breath. That way she doesn't laugh at him.

Then his comment on other's not having his back. It was a bit confusing, but with their first interaction, it makes a little sense. She wasn't going to question it too much or look into it. It was none of her business.

"Well it is not uncommon to have a plan in a worse case scenario. Plus I don't think Stillwell would be too happy about you being out like this. Learning about the people you are to protect and show demonstrations of power." Amrita said casually as she paused for a moment. Her lips parted like she was going to say something, but she stopped.

Amrita closed her apartment door as he asked her to lead the way. She just nods before taking the first couple of steps towards the elevator. Her whole plan was to get him out and see what they can find to help learn the difference between fiction and reality.

Getting out of the building was easy. Just walking out with the golden boy on her heels worked surprisingly well. Even if they did get stopped, it was all part of the training. The worst that could be said was getting him changed, but with her leading it made him practically invisible. Amrita was a nobody to the worker ants in the building. So he was able to sneak out without much of an issue.

The streets weren't that crowded. It was roughly little after lunch time, but some people were either getting to work or running errands. So the normal slow congestion days in NYC. Since Amrita was still leasing ahead she made sure to slow to be at his side or almost at his side. She was just a step ahead to keep leading.

"Now take a look around. This is slow foot traffic, but pretty much a normal day. Do you notice anything? What can you see, hear, but don't smell. I will say taking a deep inhale was my mistake." Amrita cracks a joke, but was pretty serious. She wanted to dive into more of his perspective on the city around them.

Even if it looked like Amrita was just taking them for a walk, the turns and crossing was deliberate. She didn't really get to see much of NYC. She was practically limited to particular areas and was never alone. Though the pattern was taking them pass a few bakeries, ice cream shops, small markets. The places that would have average people taking a break and enjoying some time away from home. Even a coffee shop that she seemed to glance at before continuing on.

@hom3land3r (Starter)

"Currently at Vought International anyone special can live the dream of being a hero. Our biggest name around the United States is The Homelander. A rising star among the greatest powers in Vought. Progress in the making. A brighter future for the next generation."

Vought, a name commonly listed on products, newspapers, radio channels, and even spoken at the dinner table. A company that is not uncommon these days.

Vought is known for the arsenal of heroes and security. Classified information is kept under wraps. Classified personnel are kept on strict rules. No matter the situation, person, or hero, Vought keeps everything locked down. The security surrounding the company facilitates the raw power and money they hold.

Personnel chosen by Vought go under background checks, giant stacks of paperwork to get them approved for possible work, then they are reminded by strict policies and NDAs. That is for normal employees. There are a very select few who Vought owns.

In the case of a Supe is found to be put into a situation of the parents releasing parental rights. There is a system that deals with collecting the potential heroes of the future. Which brings the few chosen to be under the protection and care of Vought International. Given the highest quality of training and education provided to keep the world safe.

Tap, tap, tap, step, turn, step. The air turning from metallic and heavy with gasoline to stuffy and over used cleaning products. The smell of corporate cleanliness was disgusting and unnecessarily strong on the main floor. Entering the tower there is first a long front desk wrapped around the center wall that likely hid the main support beams of the building. The flooring led with hints of texture towards a couple of security guards and what looked to be the highest tech for metal detectors. Past that was sectioned off walls, elevators, café, and the main bustling of corporate employees.

So much was going on already, yet nothing pierced the metal and fabric of wired headphones. Chunky, heavily pressed against ruffled jet black shoulder shoulder length hair. The speakers squeak with tremble as the figure turns to the security. The first guard raised a hand which was lowered the moment the headphones were taken off.

"Empty your pockets and bag on the table before walking through." A brief exchange between the guard and the woman.

Silence from the woman's end as the headphones and a walkman. The two items stretched a good technical jump, but could easily be found locally. The woman drops her bag on the table before walking through. Nothing detected that wasn't obvious to see, but the security still does a pat down before letting her go. The woman grabbed her items and continued on. The dark hair swayed, leading the eye to a baggy black jacket, black button up slightly tucked into cargo pants, and old sneakers that saw better days. The dark eyes looked around before landing on the elevator. Stepping towards the direction there was a noticeable change as she passed others. Her express is dark, cold, and unwelcoming. She did not speak even as she got on the elevator and tapped the floor she needed to go to. Silent, uninterested.

To no one's surprise the elevator was quick. The doors open and close with each floor till the woman stepped off. Almost an instant sigh of relief from those still on the metal box.

Briefly the hallway looked white, medical almost, but after walking through a door it looked industrial. Cement, dim lighting, hues of blue. Nothing too uncommon for back walkways to a certain room. At the end of the hall there was a double door and with ease the woman opened them to find a densely padded and concrete room. Had aspects of a dojo and gym. A training room for Vought's greatest heroes.

A new face was there to welcome the woman. "I am so glad you could find your way here. I did tell the front desk to have an escort, but you are a smart girl who knows how to follow directions. Welcome to Vought Tower Amrita" Madelyn Stillwell, the current agent over Homelander and, as far as Amrita knew, the Seven.

"It was not hard." Amrita sighs out before flicking a strand of hair out of her face. "So I was told that I would be training Supes for Vought."

"You are going to be training The Seven for Vought, but I want you to take over someone's training specifically." Her lips curling into a fake smile that would be award winning.

"Homelander." Amrita interrupted shortly as to not dillydally this warm welcome.

"Exactly, our rising star has been needing some refreshers on combat and other life saving acts. Which is why after hearing we produced the perfect Supe to train other Supes, I could not resist insisting on your employment here." Madelyn's words are very particular as though she was not trying to say that their golden boy was failing at being a hero. "I do want to inform you that your quarters will be on this floor and you can leave whenever you like after you make sure all training sessions are finished."

Amrita didn't act honored or anything all she did was look off past the blonde woman. She just wanted to get this over so she didn't have to socialize with her boss. "Where is the boy wonder?" She said already taking steps to wander the training area.