#and use my computer the rest of da time

[ali-da-demon]

Erm goodnight tumblr :D

I have this big this tomorrow and I might post the fit reveal (If I can get my grubby little hands on my younger brothers Ipad.)

[vanteguccir]

── ୨୧ !　𝗧𝗜𝗞𝗧𝗢𝗞 𝗧𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦

　　　　　　　　　𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 x reader

SUMMARY: 4 times that Y/N and Chris made a couple's trend on tiktok.

WARNING: None.

REQUESTED?: Yes, by anon.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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Since the pandemic, tiktok has become one of the most used social media in the whole world, thousands of people download it every day and thousands more create content daily or, sometimes, just post a video that explodes in views, many of them starting a career with it, or creating a hobby from it.

And that's what happened in Y/N's life. She was still finishing high school when she posted her first video on the app, not expecting it to get more than 10 likes.

She was at the triplets' house, still in Boston, watching a movie with her boyfriend, when that same video exploded, reaching more than 300 thousand views and 150 thousand likes.

So, while Matt, Nick, and Chris were starting their careers on their new YouTube channel, Y/N was starting hers on TikTok.

Fans loved the fact that Chris's girlfriend had a TikTok account and posted regularly, after all, she lived with him in LA, which meant that the fandom had content of her and him together almost weekly.

Y/N was the typical influencer who participated in all the trends that interested her, from dancing or singing famous songs to recording herself cooking different recipes.

But the ones she loved most were the couple trends, and it was nothing that a few minutes of begging Chris to do them with her couldn't convince him.

Secretly, the boy loved making that mini videos for TikTok with Y/N; he adored showing that he was hers, how much he loved her, and how obsessed he was with her.

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1.

Chris positioned Y/N's phone on top of his computer desk, the device resting on his laptop with the screen facing forward, the TikTok camera already open, and with the audio already selected.

The boy took his Prada wallet from the back pocket of his baggy jeans, leaving it ready in his hand, hiding it behind his back.

His blue eyes glanced briefly at Y/N, who was on his right side and out of the camera's frame, a smile on her face as she admired him, waiting for the recording to begin.

He extended his right arm, clicking the red button in the bottom center of the screen. The melody of the chorus of Cupid's Chokehold / Breakfast in America by Gym Glass Heroes began to play.

"Everywhere I go I keep her picture in my wallet like"

Chris removed his hand that was hidden behind his back, showing the black wallet and opening it, holding it on the left side so that the right side was exposed to the camera, the transparent plastic holding a small picture of Y/N. His face appeared on the right side of the screen, a sideways smile decorating his face.

The girl was lying on Chris's chest in the picture, probably in their bed, the room was dark and the camera's flash completely illuminated her face, a big smile adorned her features along with her closed eyes.

Chris brought his wallet closer to the phone's front camera, holding it there for a few seconds before lifting it slowly and lowering it quickly while moving slightly to the right side.

"Take a look at my girlfriend"

Y/N's figure appeared where the wallet was, wearing a pink set from Fresh Love, a soft smile on her face as her eyes focused on Chris, a passionate glow in them.

"She's the only one I got (ba-ba-da-da)"

Chris returned the smile, placing his wallet on the desk and pulling his girlfriend's body against his, filling her face and neck with kisses. Y/N, throwing her head back with her mouth open in silent laughter, was the last image the camera captured before the tiktok ended.

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2.

Y/N docked her phone in the phone holder attached to the dashboard of the triplets' car, which she asked Matt to borrow the keys so she could go out to lunch with Chris.

She lowered the device's screen brightness, leaving it at minimum so that Chris wouldn't see the TikTok camera opened. Her eyes quickly went to her boyfriend next to her, seeing him scrolling through his own cell, probably looking for a nice restaurant for them to eat at, as Y/N had asked him to do.

She quickly clicked the red record button at the bottom of the screen, smiling briefly at it, an amused gleam in her eyes.

"There's this Osteria Mozza that looks cool. It's Italian, just how you like it." Chris commented, his eyes still focused on his own phone screen as he read the restaurant's reviews.

"Great, I feel like eating pasta." Y/N nodded quickly. "Let me just touch up my lip gloss real quick." She asked, turning her body sideways and reaching over to the seat where Nick normally sits, grabbing her purse.

She pulled it forward, slamming the side of it against the back of Chris' head, before placing it on her lap.

"Ouch, fuck! What was that for?" Chris's voice was high pitched due to the surprise of the impact, his cap almost falling off his head as his right hand left his phone and went to his hair, fixing the piece there while he looked exasperatedly at his girlfriend, his blue eyes wide.

The girl pressed her lips together as she tried to hold back her laughter, clearing her throat momentarily. She opened her purse and took out her Dior lip gloss.

"I'm sorry, baby. I didn't even notice. Are you okay?" Y/N glanced at him quickly, her brow furrowed in false concern.

"Yes, just be careful next time." Chris asked, removing his hand from his cap before turning his attention back to his phone.

Y/N closed the zipper after reapplying her lip gloss, anticipating her boyfriend's final reaction before turning her body again, raising her arm and taking the purse to the backseat, slamming it into Chris again, this time hitting his nose.

"Babe! What the fuck?" He frowned, turning abruptly to her as he brought his hand up to his nose, rubbing the area. "What the hell are you doing?"

A sound of laughter escaped Y/N's throat, her mouth falling open as a laugh escaped freely, her head falling back. Chris watched her as if she were crazy, the beginning of a smile appearing on his lips, his blue eyes running over her expressions.

"I'm sorry baby, it was for a tiktok. You're so funny." She said amidst laughter, pointing to her phone that was still recording them.

Chris rolled his eyes, a big smile taking over his features as his hand reached for the device. He widened his eyes at the camera playfully before clicking the red button again, stopping the recording.

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3.

Y/N took advantage of the fact that Chris was still brushing his teeth in the bathroom of their bedroom to position her phone on the nightstand on her side of the bed, the front camera capturing an entire side of the room.

She pressed her lips into a thin line, trying to contain her laughter in anticipation as she grabbed her pillow and blanket from the bed, gathering them both under her arm.

"Chris, I'm going to sleep on the couch tonight." Y/N spoke out loud, intending for the boy to hear her.

And he did, lifting his head abruptly and turning his body completely towards her, his toothbrush in hand and toothpaste on his lips.

"What?" His voice was muffled by his full mouth, his eyes wide as he watched her in surprise.

"I'm going to sleep on the couch today." She repeated, looking directly at him this time, making sure her body wasn't in full view of the camera or cutting into Chris's image.

"What? Why?" Chris asked again, a thread of sadness crossing his blue eyes as his brow furrowed, his mind working hard to try to understand what he had done wrong. A pain took over Y/N's heart, wanting to give up on the idea right then and there.

"I'm going to sleep in the living room, on the couch." Y/N spoke one last time, turning around and walking towards the bedroom door, in order to open it, but her action was stopped by the brunette, who spat the paste in his mouth into the sink and dropped the brush, running towards the girl.

"Wait, you sleep on the bed, and I sleep on the floor above a blanket or something, and tomorrow morning, we'll talk about it. Just don't let me sleep alone." He asked in a desperate tone, taking her arm and pulling her close, wanting to hug her and apologize for whatever he had done, even without knowing what it was.

Y/N looked into Chris' eyes, her own wide in surprise. She didn't expect that.

"Oh my baby, no! It's a prank, just a tiktok trend." The girl explained quickly, pointing briefly to the phone still recording before pulling Chris into her arms, feeling her eyes filling with tears and her heart warming with love.

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4.

"Nick, this is not that difficult. They only have two types: pink and purple, I want the pink one! Are you dumb?" Chris was talking loudly, his phone pressed on his ear as he was on a call with his brother, having asked Nick to buy a specific candy he knew Y/N liked on his quick trip to Target.

Y/N walked towards him with her own phone in hand already recording, the rear camera facing Chris, who was sitting on their bed with his back against the headboard, the blanket covering half of his body as the sound of a random series came out of the television.

The girl was only wearing small cycling black shorts and a Chris t-shirt that was huge on her body, covering her bra-free boobs.

She walked closer as she watched her boyfriend fight with his brother, a look of boredom in his eyes that quickly met hers, a small smile appearing on his face as he sent her a wink.

Y/N smiled back before stopping her steps, her free hand going to the hem of her - his - t-shirt and pulling it up a second later, exposing her boobs to Chris.

His blue eyes widened in a matter of seconds, his mouth opening into a perfect O. Nick's voice sounded shouting from the other side, demanding that Chris responded, but to his ears, everything seemed to have gone silent.

"Nick, buy anything, you name it. I need to take care of one thing right now, I mean, two." The brunette spoke weakly into his phone, lowering the device and clicking the red button to hang up the call without even looking at it, completely ignoring Nick's voice on the other end.

The girl let out a laugh, the image of Chris standing up abruptly and pulling Y/N against his body being the last thing captured on camera, before the tiktok ended.

[devoutekuna]

Saying their first words

Includes- Toji, Sukuna, Nanami, Gojo, Geto

Sukuna-

He's got little interest in his child's milestones, always keeping his stoic face unless it involves something big. So when his daughter was crying in her cot, he was dreading the moment he'd have to get up and sort her out, knowing that you deserved the rest as he thought about why he had such a whiny child. Standing next to her crib, sticking his finger out for her to grab, directly bringing it towards her mouth as she tried to suck on it, he hates the feeling of her mouth on him, always biting him that's why he didn't really like her much. "Pa-" the small characters being recorded in her mind as she tried to remember what to say. "Papa" a gummy grin appearing onto her face, still messing around with his finger as she lifted her legs around, trying to get on her stomach or get atleast a reaction out of him. A small smile appearing on his face, he wasn't big on affection, especially when it came to kids, glancing back at your body, checking if you heard that, to only to be met with you sleeping.

Nanami-

You were busy shopping so he was left in charge of his daughter, putting her crib in his office as he worked, typing away at the computer as his daughter giggled behind him, messing around with the new fact that she had just discovered her feet, trying to stick them in her mouth, grabbing her leg and adjusting it so it wasn't so close to her head. Her blond hair swayed into her face, falling out of line from the ones behind the headband. "Dada!" Reaching her hand out to touch his, seeing his tired expression only made him want to reach out more, as if she could understand emotions like that. Seeing a smile appear onto his exhausted face, only making her want to say it more. "Da!" Only half the word getting out but it was still something. Leaning down to give her head a small peck before picking her up onto his lap.

Gojo-

"Say mama" rubbing her back as she stared up at you, her big blue eyes which she clearly inherited from her father, piercing your soul. Glancing back as she gripped the collar of your bra. Her father sat opposite you two, ushering for her to come over so that he could persuade her. "Say papa" patting his knee for her to rush over, it was clear who she obeyed more as she crawled her way there. Resulting in a sigh from you as you felt her grasp leave your body. "Papa!" A toothless grin coming upon her face as she saw the excitement on her father's face, directing his eyesight towards you for a quick second before back to his daughter. "Ya' hear that Y/N?" Bragging in your face as he picked up his daughter and showed the resemblance of them too, white hair matching with bright blue eyes. "She said my name, not yours" a sly smirk appearing on his face.

Geto-

Laid out on the bed as he rested his head on the pillow, his daughter beside him as she messed with his hair, always ripping it away from her every few seconds since she was always putting it in her mouth. The 3rd time she did it, it started with tears, the water pooling into her eyes, seeing what he had done he tried to correct it, grabbing her small body and trying to tickle her or atleast help her find some comfort in his hands. "Papa" crying out for him as she fell backwards, not being used to holding up her body for a long time, crashing into the plush duvet. A smile appearing on his face. Sat up fully as he readjusted his position.

"What was that baby?" Tickling her stomach gently as she tried not to laugh, still pooling out tears for no reason, refusing to say it again as she tried to crawl away, flipping onto her stomach, edging closer to the ledge with each moment.

Toji-

"Hands out" throwing his son's hand out of his food as he ate with him on his lap, he was sick and tired of this kid reaching into his food, getting his grubby hands all over it, it was his second bowl since he had already spilled the first one. He understood why you hated having a baby sat on your lap as you ate. Looking up at his father, scowling passionately as he tried eating again. "Papa" trying to baby his way into this by acting all cute, reaching up to touch his chin as he saw Toji almost choked on his food, swallowing it successfully as he looked down to him.

"What was that!?" The excitement being imminent in your tone of voice. "Ya want him?" Motioning for the baby to move onto your lap, he was holding back a smirk, wanting to give his child a good hair ruffle if he had some, knowing it would result in tears since he was pretty heavy handed.

[toxic3mmy]

Star Struck

prompt: you get a message from alex on tumblr

hai lovely peeps <3

this is gonna be a short little book type thing with a few more chapters to come

i hope you guys enjoy!

ps- ill try my best to update this series at least once a week!!!

you mindlessly scrolled through tumblr. yes it wasn’t 2015 anymore but you still used the app religiously. you had a good number of followers, too.

you posted about all the emo and alternative music you were into and not to mention the youtubers who you loved.

your number one favorite youtuber was alexis quackity. you related to him in many different ways. he made you laugh on days you weren’t doing too well. he meant a lot to you, even if you didn’t know him personally and it was all most likely just an internet personality.

still, you found yourself talking about his latest let’s talk streams or even his random tweets. you loved having a community of online mutuals that felt the same way about quackity.

____

halfway across the country, alexis sat cross-legged on the floor of his cluttered apartment, surrounded by a sea of empty takeout boxes and energy drink cans. his eyes were glued to the computer screen, the glow from the monitor reflecting off his square-rimmed glasses. his mouse hand hovered over the keyboard, poised to respond to the endless stream of comments that flooded his youtube channel. his thumbs danced across his phone, scrolling through the notifications that seemed to never end.

it had been a wild ride for alexis since he started streaming games and posting videos under the moniker 'Quackity'. the fame had come quickly, and with it, the adoration of millions of fans around the globe.

sometimes alex would take the time and look through his community of devoted fans. he would use throwaway accounts to simply be unknown for once and just see what there was out there.

his fans were so unbelievably talented. many of them were amazing artists making portraits of him or even writing songs for him. some were even exceptional writers and the fanfiction stories he’d come across were actually pretty good.

amidst the digital chaos, one fan seemed to stand out from the rest. y/n, with her username 'Y/NIsNotHere', had caught his attention with her thoughtful comments and unyielding support. He clicked on her tumblr profile, and there it was: a fan account dedicated solely to him.

her profile was a shrine to his digital persona, filled with meticulously edited gifs, screenshots from his streams, and heartfelt notes about how his content had changed her life. Alexis felt a strange mix of flattery and curiosity. he hovered over the 'send message' button, his heart racing with excitement.

what did she look like? what was her voice like? would she be as amazing as she seemed? with a deep breath, he typed out a simple hello.

granted, he was using a secret throwaway tumblr account so he didn’t expect for an immediate response. and yet, the response still came rather quickly.

Y/Nisnothere: hi! whats up?

emoboy666_: nothing much, just surfin da web. so you’re a fan of quackity?

Y/Nisnothere: yeah im definitely a huge fan. there’s just something about him you know? he’s different, he makes me feel okay

alexis’ cheeks heated up after reading the compliment. he smiled softly as he continued to message you

emoboy666_: i totally get you! it’s nice to be distracted from things

Y/Nisnothere: for sure! so tell me about yourself

emoboy666_: well, im in my early 20s.. im mexican, i love video games and art….. oh and you can just call me A

Y/Nisnothere: well im 21, im also mexican, im also really into all things artsy and nerdy and well, emo lol, and you can just call me y/n :3

emoboy666_: i’m glad we have some things in common! your blog is really cool btw, it’s like a hidden gem amongst the cyber world

Y/Nisnothere: aw thanks! that’s really sweet of you to say <3

emoboy666_: no prob (: so, what are you doing right now?

Y/Nisnothere: oh not much, trying to do homework but getting distracted by tumblr and twitter lol. and u?

emoboy666_: oh same here, what do you study?

Y/Nisnothere: i’m studying art

emoboy666_: that’s awesome! maybe you should show me some of your work sometime

Y/Nisnothere: yeah! id love to (:

emoboy666: me too (:

Y/Nisnothere: (: <3

the two of you continued to message each other practically all night. you were happy to have made a new online friend and alexis was happy to get to know one of his fans.

neither of you truly knew who was on the other end of the phone but you still really enjoyed talking to one another. it was refreshing for the two of you.

you fell asleep with thoughts of your new friend, A

[yall-batman-fanfic]

Penny Too! | Batfam x Batsis x Batmom

Synopsis: With Alfred sick and Vivian dealing with things with the Justice League Dark, Valerie steps up to help her family in the Batcave.

Grandpa wasn’t as strong as he used to be. That Valerie noticed. At a young age of four, Valerie noticed how her grandfather can no longer keep up as he used to whenever they walked around the manor or whenever he would pick her up from school. She wasn’t the only one who noticed, her parents and her brothers and sisters also noticed it but Alfred Pennyworth was a stubborn man. 

He was a butler, Alfred would tell them whenever Vivian or Bruce or Damian and Dick would tell him to let them do the other work in the manor. And as a butler, it was his duty to look after the manor and all of them, he would always remind them. But he wasn’t the only one stubborn, and while Bruce Wayne was the master of the house, it was Vivian who got the old man to listen and agree to let them help him. She has magic after all, and that magic has been maintaining the upkeep of the manor for years now. Decades, even. 

“Just enjoy life, Alfred,” Vivian told him when they sat him down in the sitting room. “And if you are that stubborn to take care of the family, then be here with Val. She’s not too much trouble, but let us handle the cooking and cleaning.”

“No offense to Master Bruce and the other young masters, but I would be reassured if it would be Young Master Jason or you, Ms. Vivian, who handles the cooking,” Alfred said then.

“I will, don’t worry. Now, stay here with Val,” Valerie found herself being passed from Damian to her grandfather, which she liked, “And we’ll handle lunch and the other chores.”

They stuck with their word too. From chores to cooking, and shifts in the Batcave, Alfred’s load was lessened massively. He no longer stays up long in the night during Batman’s patrols too. 

But on this specific night, he couldn’t not be there for Batman.

It was one of the big nights where Batman was going to close a case on drug operation, and earlier that day Vivian was called for a Justice League Dark business. Superman said it was Enchantress wreaking havoc, and she was the only one who can help out with minimal damage. Vivian, the Phoenix, was reluctant and went to answer the call for help, leaving Batman and the Robins on their own without their eyes and ears behind the computer. Barbara would be there as Oracle, but for extra safety, they still needed someone behind the Batcomputer.

Which was where Alfred comes in. 

Despite what they said, that Barbara – Oracle – can handle it, Alfred wanted to be sure that Batman and the Robins are not alone tonight. So, he stayed up, sitting behind the Batcomputer with little Valerie reading her book beside him asking many questions and 

“Alright, Master Bruce. Penny-One, out,” Alfred ended the call and sat back.

“Grandpa,” Valeria began.

“Yes, Ms. Valerie?”

“Why does Da call you Penny?” 

“It's, uh,” Alfred stumbled in his words. They were not supposed to share to Valerie the secret vigilante identities just yet. As much as they can, they avoid bringing Valerie to the Batcave  but in these circumstances it cannot be helped. “Well, in work., it is important that everyone has a code name, and Master Bruce and I agreed on Penny derived from my family name, that is Pennyworth.”

Valerie sat up and said, “I want to be Penny too!” 

Alfred chuckled. “But that is my name, Ms. Valerie. Maybe you would prefer another name?”

Valerie shook her head. “I want to be Penny too! Just like Grandpa.”

“Alright, Penny-Two, let's go back to your reading.”

They stayed at the cave and read books, and eventually Valerie fell asleep. It was then he realized it was time for bed and he carried Valerie from her seat and up to her nursery.

“Batman, I’ll be leaving the Batcomputer for a while to take Ms. Valerie to her bedroom,” said Alfred.

“Go ahead, Penny-One. Get some rest too, we’ll be back soon,” said Batman.

“Of course. Penny-One, out.”

The girl was getting heavier, she was growing up after all, but Alfred pushed through. He  held her tight and brushed her hair lovingly. This was his granddaughter, and he will damn the ailments of old age if it would hinder the moments he had with her. Even if it was as simple as tucking her in bed. 

As soon as he placed her down, with Echo and Ace coming to lay at the foot of her bed – Gregory the Gargoyle made the top of Wayne Manor his home and became a proper gargoyle watching over the manor — he felt a slight pain on his chest. 

Nothing to worry about, he thought, he recently feels those pains. He was old after all. But this time, the pain wasn’t leaving, it was increasing, and he felt like he couldn’t breathe.

Sensing the distress, Ace woke from his sleep – waking Echo too – and went to his side.

“I’m fine, old chap,” Alfred told the dog.

Ace barked loudly.

Alfred tried to get him to quiet down because Valerie was asleep. But Ace kept barking and barking until Valerie woke up, still sleepy.

“Ace?” Valerie asked, wondering why he was barking. He only does whenever there was someone at the corner of her bedroom and Mom would come to scare it away. But this time it wasn’t a shadow that he was barking at. Ace was barking at Alfred who was clutching his chest.

“Grandpa?” Valerie asked.

“Ms. Valerie, all is fine,” Alfred tried to get up with the aid of the wall. “Go back to bed.” But as soon as he got on his feet, Alfred fell to the ground and was clutching his chest.

“Grandpa!” Valerie jumped down the bed and went to see him.

Ace bit the ends of her night dress and started dragging her along.

“Greg!” Valerie called for the gargoyle, and from the halls, Greg appeared and Val told him to wait with Alfred, as she followed Ace. Maybe Ace knew where her grandfather’s medicine was? But it wasn’t the medicine cabinet that Ace took her. The dog brought her to the clock that her father would go in and out of, and this time, Alfred left it open.

Going in, Valerie carefully went down the stairs and followed Ace to the Batcomputer where he helped her to the seat, and then pressed a button with his paw, then barked loudly.

“Was that a dog?!” Valerie heard Stephanie’s voice.

“Ace?” Batman’s voice came. “Dick, something’s wrong at the Manor. I’m heading back now.”

“And you got that from Ace?” 

“Batman made a button on the Batcomputer for Ace in case there’s an emergency. We trained him to do it,” said Tim. 

Ace nudged Valerie and barked again. 

“Da?” Valerie spoke. Will they hear her?

“Is that Val?” Jason spoke.

Before Bruce could speak to her, Valerie remembered what Alfred would always say in the Batcomputer, “Penny-Two here! Penny is hurt. Da, Penny is hurt!” 

“Val, I’m on my way back. Stay with Alfred, okay?”

“Okay… hurry!” Valerie was about to get down but then remembered what Alfred would say before leaving. “Penny-Two, out!” Then got down the seat and followed Ace back upstairs.

~*~

Vivian was the first to come home and found her daughter sitting on the ground with Alfred sitting up against the bed. Valerie was handing him her sippy cup to drink water. Calling 911, they got Alfred to a hospital where he was checked by doctors on his condition. The entire time, Vivian and Valerie sat outside, worried for the man.

When Bruce arrived with Dick and Damian, the doctor was just about to give them the news. It was a minor heart attack, they said, brought by his age and the burdens of his lifestyle when he was younger. 

“I advised Mr. Pennyworth to consider retirement, but he told me that I was talking nonsense and that was utterly rubbish – his words,” said the Doctor.

Vivian smiled. “Yup, that’s Alfred. We’ll talk to him about it. Can we see him now?”

“Of course.”

Inside, Alfred sat on the hospital bed. He was relieved when he saw Valerie with her mother and reached out to him. He was worried that he scared the girl – scarring her with his near-death experience. It was that thought that Alfred fought to stay alive. He won’t have another child see their parents or their grandparents die right in front of them.

“Alfred,” Bruce went to his side. “How long have you been feeling these chest pains?’

“Nothing to worry about, Master Bruce,” said Alfred. “This was just a minor episode.”

“This is not a minor episode, Alfred,” Vivian told him. “If Val hadn’t contacted Bruce and the others in the… cave,” she whispered the last part, “who knows what would have happened.”

“How on earth did Ms. Valerie contact you there?” Alfred turned to the girl with wide eyes.

“Ace,” Valerie told him. “We went to the clock. I told Dad that Penny is hurt.”

Dick smiled and messed with her hair. “She even did the Penny, out to end the call. Would have been cute if it weren’t for the circumstances.”

“Grandpa, are you okay now?” Valerie sat on his bedside. 

“Ms. Valerie, I am so sorry that you have to see that,” Alfred turned away in shame. “And you had to go through that trouble to call for help — that was very irresponsible of me to leave you unattended.”

“Ace was there,” Valerie tried to reason and cheer him up.

“Yes, but it’s not your job to look after me. Maybe it’s time this old man finally hangs up his cloak and say goodbye.”

“Alfred, what are you talking about?” Bruce said.

“You’re not — we’re not going to make you leave!” Vivian chastised him. “You’re family! Wayne Manor is your home – and you’re not just a butler! You’re a father and a grandfather! You’re Val’s grandfather!”

Valerie reached out for her grandfather’s hand, and made him look at her. In that moment, Alfred felt the warmth spread through him from that single touch. Similar to her mother’s magic. But that’s not what caught their attention, it was what Valerie said, “I’m Penny too!” She pointed to herself. 

“I’m not following,” said Damian.

“Penny too!” Valerie pointed to herself. “Penny will help Penny-One.”

“She says,” Vivian smiled. “She’ll be Penny-Two and help you out, Alfred…”

“But –” Alfred began.

“No buts,” Bruce chuckled. “You’re right, it’s time for you to retire but that doesn’t mean we’re kicking you out. You’re staying at the Manor and – for the love of God – let us help you, Alfred.”

“That’s a lot coming from Batman,” Dick smirked. 

“But who will be behind the Batcomputer?” Alfred asked.

“Oracle will be there.”

“And, I’ll be there,” Vivian told him. “But mostly Oracle… and let me handle the upkeep of the manor, okay? I can handle it. Come on, what’s the point of having this,” she showed her magical energy. “If I’m not going to turn that place into a living thing that cooks and cleans on its own.”

“Penny will help, too!” Valerie told him.

Alfred smiled. “It seems, you’ll be Penny from now on.” He told Valerie.

“Her first code name,” Dick said, grinning.

They stayed in the hospital with Alfred the entire night, making sure he was fine, and eventually falling asleep there with Valerie laying beside her grandfather who she held tightly.

~*~

It was one of the rare days where the Waynes visited the Clarks at their farm in Smallville. Usually it’s just when Damian sneaks out to go on a mission with Jon and they need to hide from their parents. Or when Jon invites them over. Or in the occasion where Batman and Superman, once again, saves their sons from whatever trouble they were in. 

This time, it was to give Alfred a little vacation. One that would let them relax and be away from Gotham. To breathe some fresh air. They came to Smallville just to do that. 

Sitting on a rocking chair, Alfred was told to sit there and do nothing while they all do the work. Vivian was helping Martha Kent in the kitchen, making breakfast. Damian and Jon were doing their chores. While Bruce and Clark were at the fields, taking a walk, with Valerie. 

Breakfast was served when Lois and Jonathan Kent returned from their trip to the market. Vivian called for the others outside then helped Alfred to the table. He was still recovering from his incident. 

“I can do that, Ms. Vivian,” said Alfred as she fixed his seat for him.

“You know what the doctor said, nothing strenuous,” said Vivian.

“I doubt a bloody chair would do any harm,” Alfred chuckled.

“Grandpa!” Valerie came back with handpicked flowers. She asked Mrs. Kent where she can put them – she was given a mason jar – and then handed them to Alfred.

“Why, thank you, Penny,” said Alfred, brushing her hair. 

“Penny, wash your hands,” Damian told her.

Valerie joined her brother and had him lift her to the sink. Done, she returned to her seat where her mother placed the sliced pancakes and fruit on her plate.

“Penny, promise me you’ll finish your fruit, okay?” Vivian told her daughter.

“Okay!”

“And keep watch on Grandpa. Don’t want him to choke on a berry.”

“I may be old, Ms. Vivian but I can see right through that sentence,” Alfred said.

Bruce sat beside his daughter and handed her the small fork. “I brought your small fork, Pen.”

“Thank you, Da!” 

Penny. 

The Wayne family kept calling the girl Penny, but the Kents couldn’t figure out where Penny came from. The girl’s name was Valerie Willow Pryor-Wayne — there’s nothing that can make Penny out of that!

“Say, Damian, why do you keep calling Val Penny?” Jon finally asked.

“It’s her nickname,” answered Damian.

“How?” Lois asked.

“Val kept hearing us call Alfred Penny-One on the comms,” Bruce explained. “When Alfred had a heart attack, she came to the cave and called herself Penny-Two. Since then she wants to be called Penny.”

“She says she and her Grandpa are partners,” Vivian chuckled. “Penny-One and Penny-Two.”

“That’s adorable,” Martha said. “I think Penny is a suitable nickname for little Valerie too.”

“Penny, huh,” Clark tried out the nickname. “You mentioned that it was Val who called you from the cave to tell everyone about Alfred then,” he turned to Bruce.

“She was,” answered Bruce.

“She was very brave that night,” Alfred handed Valerie a napkin to wipe the syrup that got on her cheek. “She had a level head. Didn’t cry. My brave girl.”

Valerie smiled and offered a berry to her grandfather.

“I guess superheroing does run in the family,” Lois commented.

“Not a hero,” Vivian sang. “Consultant.”

“You could be if you just accept the JLA’s invitation,” said Clark.

“Nope. I am more than happy on being a consultant.”

“Well, maybe Val would be interested.”

It was supposed to be a joke but Vivian, Bruce, and Alfred didn’t laugh. No. They will as much as they can to make this world safe for her so she never has to take a mask. She can be Penny. 

~ Far into the Future ~

Thirteen-year-old Valerie Pryor-Wayne walked across the estate despite the crutches she had to use, and the orders from her parents to stay in the manor. But how can she stay in her room that night after what happened? 

She can’t sleep because all she sees whenever she closes her eyes is the sight of him and how…

She could still hear the sound of the gunshot –

Arriving at her destination, Valerie stood before the tombstone that had the name and words engraved on its surface: 

Alfred Pennyworth. Loving Father and Grandfather.

Taking the bottle and glass that she tucked in her coat’s pocket, Valerie opened the cap and poured scotch to the glass. Alfred always liked scotch.

“One ring for water, two for tea, and three for a real drink,” Valerie muttered and placed the glass on top of Alfred’s gravestone. As carefully as she could, Valerie sat on the ground before her grandfather’s grave and took a swig from the bottle. She was too young to be drinking but she didn’t care, but shit –

That drink burns!

Coughing, Valerie decided to not finish the bottle and just sit there before her grandfather who tried to save her even when he was already too weak. Who tried to protect her, even when she had the magic to protect them both from that man’s gun. 

It wasn’t supposed to end that way.

It was just a normal day at school and then the car flipped. Someone had crashed into their car on purpose. Why? They still didn’t know, but that time, it was just her and her grandfather then. They were trying to get out when he came and rained bullets at their car. 

Alfred was hit but he kept himself alive until he got her out of the wreckage and until GCPD came. By the time they did, Alfred was gone.

“I’m sorry,” Valerie cried. “I’m so sorry! If I hadn’t gotten in trouble at school, you wouldn’t have to drive us home early… and you would still be here. Mom and Dad said that it’s not my fault, but it feels like…” Valerie fisted the dirt that was still fresh from the burial the other day. “I’ll find out – I’ll figure it out. And I’ll catch them. I promise.”

Her time being Penny was over. She’s tired of sitting behind the Batcomputer. It’s time she takes this into the streets and fight crime like the others. 

This was the real family business.

“Val,” Bruce appeared and with him was Vivian, who only looked at her with sadness. Both of them did.

Getting up, Valerie left the bottle and the glass at the grave and turned to her parents. Unable to keep it in, Valerie burst into tears and hugged her mother as she cried. 

“I know, baby,” Vivian whispered and cried with her daughter. “I know. Just let it out.” Turning to her husband, Vivian opened her arm and let Bruce into the embrace so he could hide his tears. He has lost his father and he has been blaming himself for it because Batman still has not won the war against crime in Gotham.

And right now, his daughter is suffering because of it. 

They all were.

Wiping her tears, Valerie held her mother’s hand and welcomed her father’s cloak as they started their walk back to the manor, but before she left, she whispered: “See you around, Penny-One. Penny-Two, out.”

[solar-wing]

⚣ Primal 💉

⚣💉 A/N → The fic that pretty much started me down my Conner path. Let it be known dis is my man and that alien hoe and any other bitch feeling froggy can meet me anywhere in Happy Harbor! Anyway, the beginning of all the smutty shenanigans of our favorite half-Kryptonian and Wildfire. Also, can someone explain to me how the fuck in the process of me editing and revising this, it got 1000+ words longer? like girl what da hell😭someone take my computer away from me. WARNINGS: INTERSEX Reader. Canon-Typical Violence. Minor Dub-Con. Slight Steamy Action. Ass smacking, Second-hand embarrassment vibes, but it's still hot. animal chase but like there are no animals

⚣💉 Summary → Codename: Wildfire. You've been a part of the Team for some time now, which has given you ample time to get to know all of your comrades. Of course, there's one specific teammate you'd love to get to know on a more personal (and physical) level, but he's not into you, at least that's what you think. One certain mission is going to open an entire can of worms, and what else can you do but rely on your primal instincts? That's apparently what he's doing already.

⚣💉 Words → somehow we went from 5.1 to 6.5k, but whatever🙄

REBLOGS and replies are greatly appreciated, please! 💛

⚣ ENJOY 💉

“Wildfire, on your left!” 

You quickly turned in time to see three MONQI robots coming right for you, dodging out of the way just in time, but they were quicker than you expected. They swooped back around in your direction and jumped on you before you could even fully turn to face them.

“Get off of me!” You yelled, reaching behind to throw the robot off your back. The other two on your sides grabbed your arms and hands, trying to twist them into painful positions.

“Ow, you little creeps! I said GET OFF!” You shouted as flames grew around your body in a bright flare, effectively toasting the robots. Shaking the remaining parts off you, you looked up to see each of your teammates engaged in battle with the MONQIs around the abandoned warehouse.

Artemis & Miss Martian were on top of the metal walkways. Kid Flash & Robin were closer to the back while Aqualad & Superboy were at the entrance. You and Zatanna were in the middle of the giant room and you could see she was starting to get overwhelmed. Before you could intervene to help, you heard that creepy laugh from behind you and turned just in time to throw up a fire shield as the crate exploded.

Your shield managed to burn the debris before it hit you, but it didn’t do anything for the sense of dread you could feel in your gut.

‘Um, is it just me or is anyone else starting to think this is a little weird?’ You asked over the shared mind link Miss Martian had established.

‘It is not just you, Wildfire. All the MONQIs are coming from these boxes and the warehouse is full of them. This isn’t just an ambush, it’s a trap.’ Aqualad replied as he sliced through two robots with his whip. ‘Okay, but a trap for what exactly?’ asked Kid Flash.

‘Or who…’  Robin said.

That made the bubbling in your guts more intense as you saw a group of MONQIs flying toward you from the box that just exploded. With quick thinking, you released your shield into two long tendrils of fire that sucked right into your hands. A fiery hue started to creep up your arms as you consumed the rest of the energy from the shield before you tucked your arms into your body and whipped them out, releasing the fire into two arcs that cut right through the cackling robots.

You brushed your hands in victory before feeling multiple tiny metal hands grab at your suit, yanking you down to the ground. That sickly laugh was in your ears as they crawled all over you. They held your arms back, trying to prevent you from using your powers. You struggled to build a heat wave, but the little pesky androids kept breaking your focus with that annoying laugh as they poked and pulled at your face.

When you could barely move anymore, you were about to give up when you felt the ground shake and rumble next to you, like it was about to give in from something heavy that dropped on it. You felt and saw the robots holding down your arms get knocked off.

As your vision cleared with less green and black, you looked up to see Superboy standing over you, punching and pulling more of the robots off of you. Now, that you could focus more, you shot some fireballs from your hands, blasting the other ones off you.

“I hate monkeys,” You heard him grunt before he reached out to help you up. “You alright?”

“Fine. But, I’m never watching Curious George again.” You replied as you took it and got back on your feet, dusting yourself off.

Your comrade looked confused for a second before he just gave you a small smile, choosing not to ask.

The sound of a door opening caught both of your attention, turning just in time to see the villain himself, Doctor Ivo, running out the side exit of the building.

“There’s Ivo!” You pointed seeing a few of his MONQIs trailing right behind him.

Superboy’s smile quickly turned into an angry snarl as he was about to go after him. That is until a MONQI flew right at his face, wrapping its arms and leg around to prevent being pulled off.

“Superboy!” You shouted going to help. But, you hesitated since you didn’t want to throw a fireball right at his face and risk burning him, even if he was invulnerable. You really needed to stop letting this crush you had on the Kryptonian cloud your judgment.

But, you didn’t even get the chance to do anything when another group of MONQIs grabbed you from behind, this time lifting you off the ground. If this was the universe’s subtle way of saying you were very light to carry, it wasn’t cute.

“What the heck?! Put me down you banana-loving freaks!” You shouted as they carried you away in the same direction toward the door Ivo was headed.

Aqualad looked over in time to see the robots carrying you off and he turned to see Robin and Kid Flash fighting off the last few around them.

“Robin! Kid Flash! They’ve got Wildfire.” He shouted, pointing in the direction you were being taken. They nodded, quickly going to follow in pursuit until Superboy finally managed to tear off the robot on his face and threw it at another box.

“Superboy! Watch where you throw those things. As if we didn’t have enough to deal with already.” KF yelled as he and Robin got surrounded by a new group of the hysterical monstrosities.

The Kryptonian didn’t even pay attention to him though, immediately going after you. 

They’d already pulled you out through the door, just before you managed to burn off one of them that was holding your left arm. Before you could fire the rest off, they decided to drop you right at that moment, letting you fall to the ground. Even though you could fly, your reaction time wasn’t fast enough before you hit the ground.

“Ugh, I’m gonna feel that one tomorrow,” You groaned, rubbing the back of your head.

“Oh, you will indeed.” A voice suddenly spoke in front of you. 

Your vision was blurry from the fall you took, but as it came back together, you saw Dr. Ivo standing in front of you with a smug grin.

“Ivo,” You growled, attempting to get off the ground to blast the bastard, but your body was entirely disoriented from your fall. 

The Doctor chuckled at your struggling before both of your attention was pulled by the sound of a loud boom from behind you. You both looked back towards the building to see Superboy who had launched through the wall of the factory, heading straight for you.

“GET AWAY FROM HIM!” He shouted, landing a few feet next to you before immediately grabbing Ivo by his shirt, lifting him off the ground. The few MONQI robots surrounding you tried to come to their creator’s defense, but were smashed apart by Superboy’s free fist.

“Oh, that was a bit excessive, don’t you think? And those were my favorites.” Ivo mocked, still grinning for whatever reason.

While watching the encounter, something in your peripheral caught your attention. You looked up to see a MONQI bot sneakily moving behind your teammate holding a syringe with some kind of purple liquid inside.

You shouted at your teammate as you quickly realized what was happening and who the trap was for.

 “SUPERBOY, MOVE!”

He turned to look back at you, seeing the MONQI move towards him. But, he was too late as the robot dashed forward and plunged the syringe right into his neck, causing him to yell out and freeze in shock from whatever was in that syringe.

“No!” 

You summoned everything you could at that moment and shot a fireball at the robot destroying it before it could inject all of the liquid into him. As the syringe fell out of his neck and the shock wore off, Superboy let go of Ivo as he seemed to lose his balance swaying from side to side before falling to the ground.

“Well, that was fun,” Ivo mocked, getting up from the ground and wiping himself off, “Now, we'll get to watch him tear all of you apart.” A smirk plastered across his face as he looked at the unconscious half-Kryptonian. He was marveling at the success of his plan when his eyes ran over the syringe which still held some of the purple liquid inside.

“No! The entire dosage must be administered for it to take full effect.” Ivo exclaimed, immediately running for the syringe.

“I don’t think so.” You muttered, raising your hand and shooting out a blast of fire that formed into a circle around the syringe preventing Ivo from getting to it.

The doctor growled as he backed away not wanting to get burned. 

“Well, don’t just stand there. Get the syringe!” Ivo yelled out to his robot minions.

Two of them immediately flew right for it before they were blown apart by two fireballs you shot at them. A third one you didn’t see almost swooped in and got it but was struck through the chest by one of Artemis’ arrows.

You heard a giant explosion from behind and turned to see your friends running from the warehouse that just blew up, taking all of those other MONQI robots inside with it.

“Robin,” You figured, sighing in relief.

“No! My babies…” Ivo cried. He tried to make a break for it, but you were finally back at full strength. 

Getting to your feet, you blasted yourself into the air, your eyes glowing a bright ember as the anger you felt for the Doctor and whatever he did to your friend fueled the fire inside your chest.

You flew around Ivo, flying in a circle leaving a trail of fire in your path, effectively trapping the Doctor inside.

“No! No! NO!” He cried frustratedly, realizing his defeat. He desperately looked around trying to see if there was a way he could escape. But, as he came to realize, unless he wanted to be cooked like a summer barbeque, there was no way he could get out of your trap.

You had a satisfied smirk on your face listening to his cries before you turned toward the rest of your team who were gathering around Superboy.

“What happened?” Miss Martian asked as she knelt over him.

You looked at your knocked-out friend and the syringe that was on the ground a few feet from him. You dissipated the ring of fire around it, hopefully having not tampered with or boiled it from the flames.

“I don’t know, but we need to find out.”

You returned to the Cave with the Team, M’Gann carrying Conner with her telekinesis.

“Report.” The ever-brooding tone of Batman spoke as he stood at the center of the room with Red Tornado, his cape covering his body.

“It was a trap,” Kal immediately started, being the last to come through the Zeta tube, “Ivo planted those crates in that warehouse knowing we would show up. The crates were full of his robots, but they only served as a distraction so Ivo could execute his real plan.” He finished, turning to look at the Kryptonian.

“And that was…” Batman questioned.

Holding out your hand, you revealed the syringe with the purple liquid inside, “Ivo wanted to inject whatever this stuff is into Conner. He almost did, but I stopped him. He mentioned something about getting to watch him tear us all apart.” You explained leaving out the part where it only happened because you got careless and got captured by those pesky robots. 

You couldn’t tell if your teammates felt the same way, but it didn’t stop the pang of guilt you felt every time you looked at Conner.

“Hm,” Batman uttered as he took the syringe from your hand to examine it more closely

“Apparently, it won’t work though. Ivo said the entire dosage needed to be administered for it to take effect. Effect of what exactly? That’s the only thing he didn’t let slip.” You added as the Dark Knight continued observing the liquid.

“I’ll send this to the Watchtower to have it fully examined. In the mean tim-”

Before the superhero could finish, Conner suddenly awoke, sitting straight up with a grunt.

“Conner!” M’Gann exclaimed, rushing to his side.

Apparently, he didn’t like being airborne as he started flailing out of control, letting off sounds of frustration as he tried to get his feet on the ground.

“Um, I think he wants to get down,” Wally pointed out.

“Oh! Right, sorry.” She said, releasing him as he fell on his butt.

You all cringed as he hit the ground, hearing him groan in pain before looking towards M’Gann with disapproving looks.

She blushed in response, letting out an embarrassed laugh, “Oops.”

Everyone turned to look back at Conner as he got to his feet. He slowly looked around, looking as if he didn’t recognize where he was. That’s when you noticed him twitching his nose as if he was just smelling everything around him. 

You remembered reading something about Kryptonians having extremely heightened senses compared to regular humans when you were studying the heroes in the League and had gotten to the chapter on Superman.

It seemed that statement was true as Conner looked around at everyone, not really reacting to anything, but he was clearly on guard as he took in the sights and smells mainly from around him.

“Conner?” M’Gann called his name.

He turned his head towards her, which got you somewhat relieved. Okay, at least he still knew who he was. Or at least you were hoping, since it was very possible that he only turned since she was the first voice that spoke since he got off the ground. 

Twitching his nose again, he let out a very disapproving noise before backing away from her and covering his nose.

M’Gann began to panic as she looked confused, “What? What did I do? I didn’t do anything!”

“I think it’s your smell? He doesn’t seem to be taking kindly to it.” Robin theorized.

“But, I showered this morning!” M’Gann said.

“And, you also just came out of a dusty and dirty warehouse after fighting a bunch of rogue crazy monkey robots.” Zatanna pointed out.

“Oh, right.” She said, blushing again and scratching the back of her head.

It seemed what the magical apprentice said was true, as Conner backed away from everyone while still covering his nose until he looked in your direction.

He paused for a moment, sniffing still under his hand before hearing one of the most aggressive animalistic noises you’d ever heard in your life. And you’ve literally battled some very aggressive animals.

Conner’s eyes went wide before rushing toward you, causing you to jump in shock as he stood in front of you with his towering frame. He grabbed you by your arms, holding you in place before you could move away from him. You could see him staring at you with the most piercing gaze ever, like he could see right inside your mind and was reading your thoughts. Which, the literal terror from that thought alone was enough to have you seizing up in his arms besides the stare. The things that went through your mind concerning your team’s resident Kryptonian were nowhere near pure, even on a Sunday.

Though, the longer he stared at you without saying anything, the more nervous you got.

“Uh, hey Con? Feeling better buddy?” You asked, not knowing if you should try and make sudden movements as the boy just continued to stare at you. Then, he tilted his head, and it seemed as if instead of staring, he was studying you. What he could be studying, you’d rather not let the delusional fairy in your mind get any ideas.

Leaning your head to the side, you called out to your teammates and leaders, “Uh guys, shouldn’t we be trying to do something here?”

None of them moved or said anything, as they all just stared at you and the Kryptonian in confusion. Well, except for Batman and Red Tornado whose expressions never changed.

Then, it got weird.

Something you did had apparently pleased the Kryptonian as he grunted in what sounded like satisfaction before he dived head first (literally) into the open angle of your neck, sniffing at the junction between above your shoulder.

Your eyes went wide as your body immediately tried to retract (you’d never mentioned to your friends that you were extremely ticklish, especially Conner who had a habit of always trying to find ways to mess with you) from the tickling sensation as you attempted to hold in your laughs. 

Though, the Kryptonian thought you were trying to get away from him which he wasn’t pleased about at all, if the angry growl he let off was anything to go by. He released his initial hold on you before wrapping his arms around you and forcefully tugging your body against his as your friends all looked in shock, not knowing what to say or do. 

Heck, you didn’t know what to say or do! 

Your teammate and friend was basically holding you forcing you into his grip while sniffing your neck like you were a freshly baked pie sitting on a window seal with its aroma basking in the wind

And worst of all, you liked it.

This was so not helping your crush on him.

“Ookay, so I guess that confirms that it was our scents that were weirding him out,” Robin said, not hiding how uncomfortable he felt watching what was happening.

“So, he basically just said we all stink and Y/N smells like a field of flowers,” Artemis said, trying to find something else to look at than the weird display of…affection (if you could even call it that) in front of her.

“Well, that makes no sense. If anything, Y/N should be the stinkiest out of us all. The man literally can surround his entire body in fire. I refuse to believe that doesn’t smell even remotely disgusting,” Wally said, breaking the awkward atmosphere in the room, somewhat…until you realized what he said.

“Hey!” You yelled as the Kryptonian kept trying to dig his nose further into your neck. From whatever angle you look at, Conner probably looked like a vampire having a full-on feast on your neck. And you couldn’t decide if the image of what you guys looked liked was weird and concerning, or hot as fuck.

In fact, you chose to not think of it at all in hopes of preventing a situation down south from arising.

“Sorry Y/N, not personal. Though, this is still weird.” He replied, waving his hands towards you and Conner and whatever this was that was going on.

You were gonna respond with a witty comeback, a good one too. But then, you suddenly felt Conner licking and biting at your neck. Apparently, he really was getting into this vampire role since you could literally feel the blood in your body freeze (if that were even possible) and thaw in a matter of seconds. Only to end up with a tingling sensation in the front area of your pants.

Alright, this needed to end before it got even more embarrassing.

“Uh guys, a little help.” You said, wiggling in an attempt to free yourself from Conner’s grip. But, the boy was literally Superman’s clone, or half clone at least, which meant your struggling was barely doing anything IF anything at all.

But, all it did was aggravate Conner even more as the last thing he wanted was for you to get away from him apparently. He growled in your neck with a harsh bite as a warning, before tightening one of his arms around your body even more while using his other one to grab at the back of your head, tugging on your hair to yank your head to the side and open your neck even more. 

You cried out in pain as he bit and licked on your neck harder, even starting to suck on it. You heard a deep and felt the noise of what you figured was satisfaction he let out, figuring he liked the sound of your cries, taking them to be from pleasure instead of pain.

Alright, enough was enough.

“Guys!” You yelled, struggling to loosen his hold as he kept his arm as tight as he could around you, seemingly trying to force you into a more submissive hold.

Damn it, that thought went straight to your pants.

“Dude, just burn him!” Wally yelled.

Oh, that’s right. You do have powers.

You let the heat inside your body build, feeling the fire start to dance off the skin of your suit. Conner could feel it too as it started to burn through his clothes slightly while he maintained his hold on you.  He tried to shove you forward, attempting to knock you off your feet and press you against one of the walls where he could definitely have a better chance of keeping you in his grasp. 

You groaned from the sudden movement, which he definitely liked as he bit into your neck again letting out a yelp of pain just before a torrent of fire blasted between your bodies.

Conner growled in discomfort but didn’t let go, huffing in your ears as he pulled on your head again, this time forcing your head backward as he stared into your eyes, his expression screaming out for you to submit. He leaned down to lick at the new area of exposed skin to him, while you did everything you could to not let out the most horniest of moans in front of your friends and mentors.

What did you do to deserve this kind of hot, but embarrassing torture? It was literally like the universe was dangling your deepest desires in front of you while you stood on a stage in your underwear in front of your entire school or job.

Because everyone’s had that nightmare at some point in their lives right?

Without even realizing it at first, you managed to create a bit of space between you and the Kryptonian, which was enough for you to move your arms from your side to place your hands against his chest, doing your best to ignore how firm and strong his muscles felt under your touch.

“Oh, dear lord, forgive me for my sinful thoughts.” You muttered in a sort of breathy moan. Thankfully, your teammates didn’t hear it, except for the one who was still feasting on your neck as his eyes traveled back up to yours, that dominating gaze almost putting you in a trance as he helped himself to your skin.

“Alright, buddy boy, it’s been fun and all,” You breathed, letting another well of energy build from your core, “but it’s time to LET. GO!” You yelled, emphasizing each word louder and louder as the fire began to blast off from your body.

The initial discharge was enough for his hold to weaken and put even more space between you. This was just the opportunity you needed, pushing him forward as much as you could (which frankly wasn’t much but you’d let yourself have this moment) while raising your feet off the ground to push and kick off his stomach, breaking his hold.

You cried out in victory and slight relief as your body broke out of his arms. Before he could get his bearings, you took your hand and placed it over his that was holding on to your head, blasting off enough heat to burn his hand and force him to release you with a scream. 

Launching yourself in the air, you put as much distance between you and Kryptonian as you could. He yelled out in frustration at the realization that you had gotten away. When his eyes landed on you, you’d almost thought he’d somehow gotten heat vision with the way his eyes were burning at you. That look had you both terrified and insanely horny at the same time.

Conner stared at you for a few more seconds before moving his hand out to point at you, then taking that same hand and pointing at the ground just in front of him with a grunt. He was ordering you to return to your original position, which you definitely didn’t plan on doing.

When you didn’t follow directions, he just growled out loud at you before pointing down at the ground again in a firmer stance. Somehow, he got the idea in his head that you were supposed to do what he says or orders, and when you didn’t do just that, he got angrier. His face was not one of appreciation at your open ‘defiance.’

But, how could you be defiant if you never took orders from the Kryptonian in the first place? So, you just raised yourself higher into the air, figuring as long as you stayed out of his reach, you were safe from another ‘intimate’ session.

But, this was Superboy we were talking about. And while he couldn’t fly, he could still jump high enough to reach you. Something, you had remembered just as he bent down and launched himself at you, screaming out in his usual Conner fashion. But, they weren’t screams of anger, at least from what you assumed. 

They sounded more like frustration. You were avoiding the word you knew it actually was. Corny but with an ‘H’.

You moved out of the way in time as he shot past you into one of the cave walls, flying to the other side to keep space between you two. But, it seemed you forgot he could launch himself from walls as well.

That ‘H’ word was clouding your mind.

You felt him reach out to snag you and thinking fast, let yourself drop to the ground before he could. At least, your reflexes weren’t totally out. You watched as he just landed on another cave wall, digging his fingers into the rock to hold himself up, seeing your friends just continue to stare at you in confusion and weirdness.

“Okay, is it just me, or is he acting like a- like uh…” Artemis said, confusion holding onto her brain still as she watched the situation unfold.

“Like a monkey?” Wally answered, also watching this in weirdness and slight amusement. This kind of thing doesn't happen every day. Even for him.

“Yes. He seems to be exhibiting the traits of a wild animal.” Kal pointed out, also watching the madness as you flew from different sides of the cave, managing to avoid the Kryptonian’s numerous attempts to apprehend you.

“Hmm, it would seem that whatever Conner was injected with has amplified his most primal instincts. I assume that Doctor Ivo was trying to take advantage of his prominent urge to fight and destroy from his earlier ‘programming’, and use it against us. But, without the full dose, he only managed to strengthen his other ‘aggressive instincts’.” Red Tornado theorized.

“And those would be…?” M’Gann asked though she had a feeling she didn’t want to know.

“To find and mate with a desirable partner. And, it seems he has chosen Y/N as that partner.” He answered.

To say your friends felt more than awkward and disturbed was an understatement.

Robin and Zatanna went pale, Aqualad started choking on air, M’Gann got even greener than she already was, and Artemis started gagging like she was gonna throw up, even Batman shifted a little. Wally, however, seemed perfectly fine as he just started laughing.

“Oh! Well, what’s so bad about that? He just wants to find a friend!” He exclaimed, feeling sentiment towards his super friend until Zatanna tapped him on the shoulder and whispered in his ear what ‘mate’ actually meant, “Wha- OH GROSS! GET A ROOM YOU TWO!”

Yeah, your friends and mentors were witnesses to your other friend, teammate, and crush (though they didn’t need to know that last part (especially after he & M’Gann literally just broke up), trying to fuck you.

You rolled your eyes at the speedster’s comment, focusing on avoiding another one of Conner’s attempts to capture you. Though this time, he wasn’t trying to just merely grab you, but instead trying to knock you out of the air.

This became clear too late when he launched off the side wall at you with a shout, but instead of holding his arm out, he had his arm tucked in and was aiming his shoulder at you.

You tried to duck out of the way but were just a fraction of a second too late as his body collided with yours, knocking you both toward the ground. You braced for a hard fall but felt Conner once again encircle you in his arms, pulling you around and tucking you into his body just as you both landed with him taking most of the force from the fall.

You felt yourselves sliding until eventually coming to a stop against one of the walls in the hallways.

“Yep, gonna feel that in the morning too.” You groaned, your head falling forward to rest on his chest. His shirt was slightly burnt and torn from your little game of cat and mouse, so you were feeling some parts of his bare skin which did not help the situation in your underwear at all.

Feeling his body vibrate as he grunted again, you looked up to see him looking down at you in amusement.

“You find this funny sir?!” You shouted at him before you felt him leaning up and raising you both off the ground, his arms once again holding you tight against him. Conner pushed you up against the wall, trapping you between, well a literal rock and a hard place. You let out a groan as the air escaped your lungs from the force, the Kryptonian grunting his satisfaction from your noises.

Huh, what do you know? Guys really do enjoy the chase, well, at least not you. You preferred being chased, but this situation may have been a bit of an exception if it weren’t for the circumstances and the audience you had.

Conner pressed his body against yours, letting you feel what probably had to be the most prominent bulge in the history of bulges against your abdomen. The same hand that previously gripped your hair found its way there again as he grabbed a whole fistful of it, pulling your head back as you gasped. His other hand reached around and grabbed a handful of your ass, which poked out nicely from your suit as Zatanna liked to point out sometimes in teasing.

“Hey! Watch those hands, mister,” You warned before letting out a gasp, as he ground himself into you.

He looked down at you, a sinfully prideful smirk on his face as he ground his large bulge against your own crotch. You squirmed in his hold reaching your arms up and pushing against his chest trying to escape again, but it only excited him further as he leered down at your efforts while still grinding against you. 

You tried to let balls of fire build in your palms, but Conner had quickly learned your tricks. He took the hand that was groping your ass and snatched both of your wrists together with it, placing them against the wall above your head while moving his other arm around your waist so he could continue to grind your crotches and abdomens together.

He effectively had you trapped, and for some reason, all you could think about was earlier when you trapped the Doctor in that cyclone of fire. Is this how he felt when he realized he had nowhere to go?

You were hard and wet in your set, something the Kryptonian immediately took notice of, as you felt his bulge throb harder and his chest rumbled with an ungodly loud growl. He leaned down to begin his assault on your neck again, not satisfied with his work from earlier apparently.

You whined out, feeling so hot but embarrassed at the same time by the fact that your team was watching this whole thing play out in front of them.

Speaking of which…

“Guys! You gonna intervene now or what?” You yelled out, Conner harshly biting your neck for that as a reprimand. You got away from him once, he wasn’t planning on letting it happen twice.

It was like the Kryptonian could understand everything you were doing and saying while still acting like an animal in heat. Every time you struggled or you tried to burn him, he yanked your head again to break your concentration. The more you whined and groaned, the harder he sucked on your neck, trying to evoke more noises from you. And if you screamed out for help, he’d bite down on your neck with a growl, like a warning.

‘Shut up and submit or else…’

This was literally something straight out of one of your hottest wet dreams, though, if only it wasn't in the presence of others.

Speaking of again…

“GUYS!” You shouted at your friends, who were all just stuck, not knowing what to do.

“Oh right.”

“Sorry.”

“Yeah, our bad.”

“I’m sorry.”

“My apologies.”

“Hm.”

“Interesting.”

“This is so weird.”

They all moved towards you, still clueless about what to do in this situation. How strange does a situation have to be for you to stump two grown adults, not to mention members of the Justice League? Your friends, you could understand as you were all teenagers and this wasn’t something you dealt with every day. 

Of course, Batman and Red Tornado also probably didn’t deal with this every day, but they’re the adults in this situation which means they need to act like they’ve dealt with this before!

Everyone moved towards you, slowly, not trying to alert Conner as he continued his ‘ministrations’ on your neck. Though, it seemed that it wasn’t only you who kept forgetting the extent of the Kryptonian’s abilities, one of them being his Super Hearing which was also amped up by whatever sex juice he was injected with.

You felt a low and deep growl come from him, as he turned towards your friends with a threatening look towards them, warning them to not get any closer. Everyone paused for a second, reconsidering getting closer as Conner started to act more like an animal being cornered. 

“I’m not sure if this subject matter is taught in your schools, but I do not think it wise to approach Conner in this sort of state. Wild animals are known to be extra dangerous and violent when cornered, especially if they are defending what they believe to be their territory.” Red Tornado suggested as Conner’s eyes seemed to get more wild from your approaching comrades.

Oh, so now you were basically property? This was doing great things for your dignity.

By this point, Wally had had enough by this point.

“Okay forget this then! What are we doing?! There are 6 of us and one of him. Let’s just rush the guy. Super strength and all, he can’t hold us all back..” He suggested.

Note for the future. Never listen to Wally ever again. 

The second one took a step to close, Conner went into full defense mode. He pulled back from you, which you thought was a good thing, and almost sighed in relief.

Thought and almost being keywords here.

Conner took the hand that was holding your hands above your head. and grabbed one of the metal panelings of the cave and actually ripped it free. Pieces from the wall including other panels and wires fell out from the exposed part of the wall as he chucked the metal slab in his hand at your teammates. 

They ducked out of the way in time, but it provided the Kryptonian with the distraction he needed to grab a smaller piece of metal that was smaller but longer for what he planned off the floor. He took your wrist off the wall (where he felt a sense of smug pride from the fact that you never moved your hands) and bent the metal tightly around your wrists, wrapping them together. Once your hands were tightly bound, he leaned down to wrap his arm around your legs, throwing you over his shoulder.

‘You’ve got to be kidding me!’ You thought to yourself as you hung off Conner’s shoulder which was surprisingly not as uncomfortable as you thought it would be.

How no one managed to swoop in with the time it took him to bind your wrists and put you on his shoulder was beyond you.

 These people could avoid lasers, energy blasts, and projectiles shooting at them in a matter of seconds, but, one slab of metal was enough to throw them off their game?!

Okay, truth be told, you were off your game as well.

It’s been a weird day.

“Guys! I could really use your assistance,” You pleaded from your perch, legs wiggling back and forth as you tried to shake and force your way off his shoulder.

Your friends tried to rush Conner as Wally suggested, but that didn’t work out as he just launched himself over them. You watched the ground get farther and closer as he landed. At least you could see your friend's ridiculous looks on their faces as they watched you being hauled off like a caveman holding on to his prize.

Alright, who’s really the ridiculous looking one here?

Batman tried to shoot one of his electrical tasers at him to stun him, but he just grabbed the string before it could touch him and yanked it, knocking the Dark Knight off his feet.

“Yeah, tried that one before too. Didn’t work out well.” Robin said, as his mentor got back on his feet.

Conner screamed out at your comrades, holding his arm around your thighs as you continued to try and wiggle your way off his shoulder. Which, all you were doing was rubbing your hard-on in a back-and-forth motion on his shoulder, giving him the wrong (or right) idea while creating friction against your crotch that was not helping you feel less hot in the slightest.

“This is so not how I expected my day to go.” You groaned before yelling out as you felt a hot sting on your ass from where the Kryptonian just slapped it.

“Are you kidding me?!” You cried.

“Didn’t need to see that!

“Oh, my god…”

“Oh dude, seriously!”

“Now, that’s just rude.”

“I did not need to see that.”

“Hm.”

“Interesting.”

“Okay, that’s just dehumanizing.”

You heard your friend's complaints and groans as Conner continued to avoid their attempts to rescue and subdue him. Eventually, you just accepted your reality.

“I’m so getting torn apart today.”

Conner seemed to agree with that, adding another smack to emphasize it.

“I thought you all were supposed to be heroes!”

☀️ | Conner Kent/ Superboy | ☀️

☀️ | Masterlists | ☀️

🔥 | Part Two | 🔥

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Hi I love your writing sm! Could you do an Alex x female reader where reader just started working in the DAs office and Alex realises she’s attracted to reader despite thinking she liked men? ^^

a/n: thank you so much for requesting, i hope you like it :) summary: read it above pairing: Alex cabot x female reader warnings: none word count: 1.6K

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Unexpected - Alex Cabot

It started the moment you walked into the office.

You were a new hire, brilliant, confident, yet refreshingly grounded. The kind of person who instantly turned heads, but not because you were trying to. No, it was effortless, natural. I hated that about you at first, if I’m honest. I told myself it was because you were young and untested yet already making a splash. I couldn’t admit, even to myself, that it was something else entirely.

We first met during a case briefing. You sat across the table from me, a perfectly composed smile on your lips, notebook in hand. The sharp, intelligent way you followed the discussion left me equal parts impressed and unsettled. Your questions were incisive, and your insight rivaled that of someone with years more experience.

I should’ve been proud to have someone like you on the team. But instead, I felt off balance.

Days passed, and I kept finding excuses to observe you. The way your hand moved across the page as you took notes, the way your eyes lit up when you pieced together a new angle for a case. It was infuriating how often my gaze lingered. I chalked it up to professional curiosity, or maybe intimidation.

But then there was that night.

We stayed late, working on a particularly brutal case involving witness tampering. Everyone else had gone home, but I refused to leave until the motion was filed. To my surprise, you stayed too.

“You don’t have to do this,” I said without looking up from my computer. “Go home. Get some sleep.”

“And leave you to do all the heavy lifting?” you shot back, standing in the doorway with a cup of coffee in hand. “Not a chance.”

I smiled, despite myself. There was something about the way you said it, so casual, yet so resolute, that left me momentarily disarmed.

Hours passed, the office growing quieter as the city outside darkened. You worked across from me, sleeves rolled up, biting your lip in concentration. The sight was distracting in a way that left me increasingly uncomfortable.

I caught myself staring when you glanced up and smiled, your voice breaking the silence. “You’ve been working nonstop all day, Alex. Take a break before you burn out.”

It was the first time you’d used my first name.

Something shifted then. I told myself it was nothing, just the late hour and the stress of the case, but my heart had started to beat faster.

“I’ll rest when we’re done,” I replied, my voice steadier than I felt.

You gave a soft laugh, and it took everything in me to keep my focus on my screen.

Being attracted to a woman wasn’t something that has ever crossed my mind. Not until now. Not until you.

When we finally finished, it was nearly midnight. You walked me to the elevator, and as the doors slid open, I felt an unfamiliar pang of disappointment at the thought of saying goodnight.

“See you tomorrow,” you said, your voice warm.

For a second, I hesitated, my fingers hovering over the elevator buttons. Something about the way you looked at me in that moment made it impossible to breathe.

“Good night, Y/N,” I murmured, stepping inside.

The doors closed, but the feeling lingered.

That night, alone in my apartment, I poured myself a glass of wine and tried to process the knot of emotions twisting in my chest. It was undeniable now, the way my stomach flipped every time you entered the room, the way I found myself thinking about you even when you weren’t around.

And the reason it scared me so much wasn’t because it was new, but because it felt so natural.

I didn’t know what to do with it yet, but one thing was certain: you had me questioning everything I thought I knew about myself. 

The feeling didn’t fade. If anything, it grew stronger with every passing day.

I found myself looking forward to seeing you, replaying our conversations in my mind long after they’d ended. It was unlike anything I’d experienced before, and that terrified me. I’d always considered myself a planner, someone who operated with precision and certainty. But now, I felt completely untethered.

You were everywhere, in the way I caught myself scanning the office to see if you were around, in the way I suddenly cared about how I looked in the mornings. And worst of all, in the quiet moments, when I was alone and couldn’t distract myself from the fact that I wanted more.

I’d dated men my entire life. I’d even loved a few of them. But this? This was different. It wasn’t just a fleeting curiosity or some abstract notion of attraction. It was real, and it was undeniable.

For weeks, I tried to push it down. I told myself it was just admiration or the result of working too closely with you. But none of my usual justifications held up. I didn’t admire the way your laugh made my chest tighten, or how your voice softened when you spoke to me. And it wasn’t work that made me imagine what it would be like to reach across the desk and touch your hand.

It all came to a head one Friday night. We’d won a particularly tough case, and the office decided to celebrate at a nearby bar. I wasn’t planning on staying long, but when I saw you walk in, looking effortlessly stunning, I couldn’t bring myself to leave.

You spotted me almost immediately and made your way over, smiling in that way that made my heart feel like it was trying to claw its way out of my chest.

“Alex,” you said, sliding onto the stool next to mine. “Celebrating?”

“Something like that,” I replied, my voice a little too casual.

You ordered a drink and settled in beside me, and for a while, we talked about everything except work. I was so used to seeing you in the office, serious and focused, but here, you were different. Looser, more vibrant.

And I was captivated.

By the time most of our colleagues had left, it was just the two of us, sitting at a corner table with the remnants of our drinks between us.

“I’ve been meaning to tell you,” you said, leaning forward slightly. “You’re inspiring to work with. I’ve learned so much from you already.”

I felt my cheeks warm at the compliment, but there was something in your tone, something in the way you looked at me, that made me wonder if you meant more.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” I replied, smiling.

You laughed softly, and for a moment, we just looked at each other. The air between us felt charged, like the pause before a storm.

I should have looked away. I should have gotten up and walked out the door. But instead, I said, “Can I ask you something?”

You tilted your head, curious. “Of course.”

I hesitated, my heart racing as I tried to find the right words. “Have you ever thought about us?” I gestured between us, my voice barely above a whisper.

Your eyes widened slightly, and I immediately regretted saying anything. My chest tightened with panic as I waited for your reaction, the silence stretching unbearably long.

Finally, you spoke, your voice soft. “Well, I…”

I shook my head quickly, forcing out a nervous laugh. “Forget it. That was stupid. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“No,” you interrupted, your tone firm but kind. “It’s not stupid.” You leaned forward slightly, your expression unreadable, and my pulse quickened as I tried to decipher what you were thinking. “I’ve thought about it too,” you admitted quietly.

My breath caught. “You have?”

You nodded, a small, hesitant smile tugging at your lips. “Yeah. I mean, I didn’t want to make things weird, but yeah.”

I stared at you, my mind racing. Relief and disbelief warred in my chest, and for a moment, I didn’t trust myself to speak.

When I finally found my voice, it came out quieter than I intended. “This is new for me. I’ve never felt like this before.”

“With a woman?” you asked gently, your tone free of judgment.

I nodded, feeling uncharacteristically vulnerable. “I didn’t think I… I mean, I always thought I liked men. And I’ve never questioned that. But with you…” I trailed off, shaking my head. “It’s different. I don’t know what to do with it.”

You smiled softly, your gaze steady. “You don’t have to know, Alex. There’s no rulebook for this.”

I looked down at my hands, fidgeting with the edge of my sleeve. “I’m just… I’m afraid I’ll screw it up. Or that this is just some phase for me, and it’ll end up hurting you.”

Your hand reached across the table, stopping just short of touching mine. “I get it. I do. And I don’t want to pressure you into anything you’re not ready for.”

I glanced up at you, surprised by the quiet sincerity in your voice. “You’re not what I expected,” I said, almost without thinking.

Your brows lifted in amusement. “Not what you expected?”

“I mean,” I sighed, shaking my head with a small smile. “You’re patient. Kind. Understanding. You don’t make this feel scary.”

“Well,” you said lightly, though your tone was still warm, “I’m glad I can make it slightly less terrifying.”

We sat in silence for a moment, the tension between us no longer sharp but something softer, more open.

“I don’t know what this is,” I said eventually. “Or what it could be. But I think I want to find out. If you’re willing to be patient with me.”

Your smile grew, and this time, it was bright and genuine. “I think I can manage that.”

The knot in my chest loosened, and I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. “Okay,” I said softly. “We’ll figure it out. Together.”

You nodded, your gaze steady on mine, and for the first time in weeks, I felt like I wasn’t navigating this new and confusing part of myself alone.

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[ENG SUB] Joker Out at Radio Antena (18.07.2024)

Jan, Kris, Nace and Jure were interviewed by a radio host Jaka Peterka for Radio Antena. They talked about who needs to retake their driver's license exam, Kiki, the PR genius and what it takes to cross the pond.

Transcription by a member of JokerOutSubs, translation by drumbeat and @chaosofsmarty, proofread by ‪@flowerlotus8‬, subtitles by a member of JokerOutSubs

Full Transcript below 👇

And in the studio, the boys who, in the last year, visited more countries through concerts, than I've ever been to on Google Maps. They hold the title for the most streamed song in Slovenia ever, Carpe Diem. They've sold out Stožice, this year we can see them all across Europe on their summer tour. Jan, Kris, Jure and Nace from Joker Out, Good morning!

All: Good morning!

Wait, is Bojan sick, or what's happened?

Kris: Bojan is missing, he wasn't feeling well. And we've got a concert this weekend and… So he had to…

He has to rest a bit.

Kris: Yes.

Have you brought anything?

Jure: A good mood.

Kris: A new song.

A new song, that's true, because we'll hear it later. And this time in Croatian.

A ja samo čekam i žudim

But I'm just waiting for and craving

Za trenutkom kad ćeš zvati

The moment when you'll call

Da ti kažem da za tobom plače.

To tell you that, because of you, my heart cries,

Kris: What?

tuguje i pati

grieves and suffers

We'll hear it later, we'll also find out where you'll be in the upcoming days, or on your summer European tour. And we'll also find out why and which of these boys, here in the studio, should attend a safe driving training.

We'll check. Hey I'll just start with the question, which one of you recently "enhanced their car a bit", in quotation marks, somewhere near here?

Nace: That was me.

That was you, Nace?

Nace: That was me, yes.

Really? What happened?

Nace: Someone bumped into me in a parking lot.

Really in a parking lot? Ah, okay.

Jure: No, it's understandable then.

Nace: I don't need to do a safe driving training here.

No, no, then you really don't.

Kris: Safe parking training.

Nace: Take that back.

Take it back? Alright, so be it. Hey, it's a minute past nine, Jaka Peterka with you on Antena. And the boys, who this year have concerts all over Europe, at all the biggest festivals. Joker Out, without Bojči here, because he got sick. We'll also hear your new single later, 'Šta bih ja', the boys have told me, isn't in Croatian, but in Serbian, right?

Nace: Correct.

Kris: Yes.

But first of all, a small thing, like we're used to at Antena, "Who's most likely to". Pay attention. Who's most likely to have to redo their driving licence courses?

Jure: Jan.

Jan?

Jan: I mean, Nace here has a scratch on his car, so I don't know.

Nace: I mean, yours has also undergone repairs.

Jure: Yours also isn't much better.

Who's most likely to be the most successful at their job, if Joker Out didn't exist?

Kris: Jure would be quite successful at his job as a cameraman. Of course.

What, as a cameraman?

Jure: Yeah, I was a cinematographer.

Really?

Jure: For RTV.

Ah, alright, so the rest of you…

Kris: I mean, I'd be successful, but I don't think I'd be happy.

Jan: The rest of us haven't even had jobs yet.

Okay, moving on. Who's most likely to get married first?

Jure: Bojan.

Bojan?

Jan: Bojan.

Okay. Who's most likely to arrive late to a concert or on stage?

All: Jan.

Jan? Jan!

Jan: Again, Kris was late today, almost.

They were quite on time, I've got to give them praise for that. Who's most likely to go to bed immediately after a concert?

Jure: Kris.

Jan: Kris and Nace.

Kris: Bojči.

Nace, your age is showing, right?

Nace: It would be Kris and I, we go to bed at a similar time.

Jan: Kris and Nace.

Jure: And watch a movie together, eh?

4 minutes past 9, joining me… Jan, stop turning the computer on, you won't be playing games.

Jan: We did the last time.

There's still a Slovenian band on the Antena radio, which, on the one hand, has long ceased to be just that, given that we can see them next to the biggest artists all over Europe. For example, at the recent Exit Festival they performed right before the Black Eyed Peas. Joker Out, good morning again. Now, despite the fact that you have a massive fanbase all over Europe, you still stick pretty much to the Slovene language and some Croatian or Serbian as well. How come?

Kris: Yes, we feel like working in the language that comes naturally. I mean, it just depends on how things turn out, it mostly depends on Bojči, and the language he can feel the lyrics in. At that moment, we felt like making a Serbian song on the upcoming album there will be a couple of those as well as Slovenian.

That's awesome.

Kris: So it comes naturally. In English, we've already done a few, and we will do some more.

Well, because five days ago you released a brand new single, 'Šta bih ja'.

A ja samo čekam i žudim

But I'm just waiting for and craving

Za trenutkom kad ćeš zvati

The moment when you'll call

Da ti kažem da za tobom plače.

To tell you that, because of you, my heart cries,

Yes, well, I have to say that I find it interesting that they have… Even before it was released, there were people singing it at your concerts. I mean, all over Europe, right. How come? What, you already had it on your setlist? Nace?

tuguje i pati

grieves and suffers

Nace: Probably because for the whole tour what, in March we've been playing it and that's how they would have picked it up.

Jure: And we have one great story about when…

Nace: Yeah, basically, on the first concert of this tour, right, Bojan didn't know the exact lyrics exactly yet and he gave our roadie, Kiki, the lyrics on A4 format paper, it was just…

Kris: The chorus.

Nace: The chorus, yes. And he's like, "Did you manage to hang it?" "I did, I did." And then, just like that, when Bojan comes on stage, we start the song, and the lyrics, he can't find them. "Kiki, where are the lyrics?" "What? On the monitor!" But he hung it for people to read. Not for him. And basically, the fans all thought that this was some kind of a PR stunt. That we'd done it on purpose.

That was good fun.

Nace: It turned out great. Yeah, awesome.

And then what, people have been posting it on YouTube probably.

Nace: They took pictures.

Kris: Yes, yes, yes.

Damn, that's nice. Now we can see you all over Europe until the middle of August, this Saturday in Germany, actually, at the Deichbrand festival, if I've got that right. But do you know what I was wondering about? At the moment, in fact, you're crushing it in Europe. Are you tempted to hop across the pond?

Kris: Yes.

Any plans, actually, well?

Kris: Yeah, there are no really definite plans, because it is very difficult to travel across the pond. Mostly because for one single concert you need to get a full visa for a whole year, so…

Is that so?

Kris: Yes, and it's very hard to justify the expenses. We have to give it some thought, on how to approach this, so it makes sense. But yes, we do, and we know we have some fans in New York and Toronto, so we could also play something there.

Cool. What about, let's say, our parts? Slovenia maybe? I mean, you've already been, I know, this year to Ptuj, right? But, are there more plans for this year or maybe…?

Jan: There are also plans to see you again on local stages, yes.

This year?

Jan: This year.

Jure: This year, after the release of the album.

After the release, nice. And the album's coming out…?

Jure: September, October, if all goes well.

Okay, fingers crossed. Anyway, you can hear Joker Out and 'Šta bih ja', on Antena right now. Guys, thank you for coming.

All: Thank you.

I believe we might see each other very quickly even in the prime time on Rock am Ring. Or somewhere similar. Fingers crossed, well, mostly so that… Thank you for coming, say hello to Bojči. And this is Joker Out with 'Šta bih ja'.

[mychlapci]

<- has been in da server room all day

Hey hey I think Tarantulas should plug Prowl into a whole bunch of servers. Cables snake to and from his frame, lodged into ports never meant for such purposes and wires pulled from him and spliced to those of external computers. The webbing he's tied in coils round his frame and the bundles of rubber-sheathed copper. It's almost indistinguishable where the webs start and wires end.

It's never encouraged for mechs to supplement external processors with their own. It's possible, but the chance of injury is high. Whilst manual limits can be set on the machine to prevent an overdraw of power from the mech, if the mech loses themselves in there, their own will is likely to overpower these manual limits and will burn out their processors.

But since when has Tarantulas ever cared for "encouraged" practices.

Prowl's processor is so beautiful, so boundless in potential. His battle computer was known to be unmatched, and yet was never fully put to the test. He had suggested, several times, for Prowl to allow him just a little test- to see how far he could truly push that wonderful mind of his- but Prowl always refused. A stubborn one, he could be. Sometimes, he needed to be coerced into having a little fun.

And that's how Prowl ends up here. Of course he had struggled, as he always does. But not anymore. Now his frame shudders as a city's worth of data is pumped into him, or through him, really.

Each simulation, each request for a calculation, is pushed into his system via ports that are almost never used. Each push of data is but a shock of static, but together are a frame-rattling charge. So much extra data, and power, flows through his cabling. His actuators twitch and his vocaliser glitches with static.

Prowl always loved a challenge, didn't he? Simple tactics and problem solving weren never enough for his brilliant processor. And yet, Tarantulas had only succeeded in getting Prowl to assist him in a simulation once. Just once.

Just once, he had hooked Prowl up to his newest invention. Just once, he had clicked that data cable into Prowl's waiting port and watched him cry out.

It had been mesmerising. Prowl's frame had tensed, optics wide, darting between unseen strings of data being pushed through his circuits. At first Tarantulas had wondered if his partner was in pain, but soon realised his doorwings twitched in the same way they would when Tarantulas stroked his digits down sensitive panelling.

Oh. Prowl had liked it.

Prowl, goaded into it by the promise of yet another glorious weapon, had later reluctantly confessed that it felt like an itch in his processor had finally been scratched. It almost hurt, and yet it was warm and inviting. It felt like someone reached a servo into his battle computer and yanked- and yanked and yanked until it hurt- but in a way that he craved and sent charge surging through his circuits.

And yet he had never agreed to it again.

Which is why he didn't have a choice this time.

Tarantulas coos as he runs his servo down Prowl's sparking armour, relishing in the way it makes the bot's vocaliser crackle and frame jerk and twitch.

His pedipalps busy with another port in Prowl's side, one sliding the overheated port open, and the other gently pressing yet another cord towards it. Electricity arcs between the connector and the exposed contacts of the port, forcing another aborted cry out of Prowl.

He pushes the head of the cable against the port, but doesn't quite push it in. It's just close enough just for Prowl to be able to feel it's charge.

Tarantulas coos and leans his helm into Prowl's as he continues to tease the connector around the open port, systems purring as Prowl keens and whines at the contact.

"Please...!"

Tarantulas' systems purr louder at the broken plea. His servo comes up to cup Prowl's cheek as he leans in to rest his forehead against his partner's.

"Please what, my dear?" He wiggles the cable against the port again, drawing another cry from Prowl. His voice shakes and he strains so hard that his optics are wet.

How beautiful.

"Please- Please do it. Push it in. I want- I need it- Please-!"

Tarantulas chuckles then, nuzzling against Prowl's solvent-stained cheek.

"Of course, my dear. All you needed to do was ask," he whispers before plunging the cable in. It connects with a barely audible click before Prowl wails, current coursing through his circuits and doorwings going rigid

oughhh this is really something. Tarantulas plugs Prowl back in after all that time and they remember how wonderful it is... his battle computer, his entire processor, blinking and buzzing and rattling as the servers struggle to contain all that charge.

Prowl loves it. Loves how overwhelmed it makes him feel, how terribly full his ports feel as the large connecting cables slide in and fill his frame with stimuli. Everything feels so hot and Tarantulas knows that...

[changingplumbob]

Pancakes Household: Chapter 9, Part 8

Fergus concludes his birthday party and we get some news.

CW: Unicorn zombie with minor carton gore

Calista: Ready to lose all your sleep ins

Eliza: What do you mean

Calista: An adoption fell through at the last minute and my husband put you two forward before they had time to go to the waitlist

Eliza: Wait, really? You're not tricking me?

…

Aaron: So she’s an infant born this morning. There was a family set up but they got cold feet about not having access to parents medical histories so I just told them how reliable the two of you are together. She’s got African American descent so they were keen for at least one of the parents to match

Bob: Thanks Aaron, I really can’t thank you enough for this

Calista: Apparently the birth mother didn’t want to name her, she wanted to avoid attachment, but you didn’t hear that from me. Anyway better get brainstorming

Eliza: Oh Bob already has quite the list, trust me

...

Aaron: There’ll be papers but legally she’ll be seen as yours and Eliza’s from the get go

Bob: I’m sure we can handle not knowing the medical histories, we’re interested in her future. I know it’s selfish to want an infant-

Aaron: Hey, you can always adopt or foster an older one later on. You’re still bringing a child into your family, that’s generous no matter their age

Of course it is Fergus’ birthday party and he spends some time eating cake with his friends. Since aging up has already happened this rotation most of them are teens now to.

In the lounge the adults take over the TV.

Calista: Which button is the gas

Artemisia: Crash ma, crash!

Bob: It’s one of the right ones I think

Artemisia: It’s left ma! Other left! Watch out for-

Aaron: *sighs* You’re not being very helpful Emisia

Artemisia: *tuts* Blame Bob for not having enough seats at their table *leaves*

Eliza: There will be even less when we break the high chair out of storage

Artemisia: What are you doing out here

Beth: You’re all tall now, it’s weird

Artemisia: It’s not my fault that you’re younger than the rest of us

Beth: Whatever

And of course compulsory photos with friends! Chasity and Artemisia below.

Most of Fergus and Artemisia’s friends are born from in game couples. The first two below are Brianna Fryes and Drake Bheeda. Maybe people with better eyes can see the family resemblance but I cannot… Then we have Anya and Atlas

After the party Eliza heads out for a jog with Strawberry but when she gets home it’s Ginger who needs a bath? Keen to dust off her bathing small creatures skills Eliza takes her for a bath. Ginger is very appreciative, even if she shakes off a puddle into the corner.

When Eliza eventually gets to bed Strawberry feels like cuddles and wakes her up.

Eliza: Strawberry! Tomorrow is a big day, mother needs sleep, don’t wake up sleeping sims

Strawberry pretends to listen but she’s stubborn so I’m quite sure it makes no difference to her, especially since Eliza does cave and give her snuggles. Before going back to sleep Eliza decides to check on the dust bunny. Dusty gifts her a fire opal! Not wanting Ginger to feel left out of the snuggle-fest she cuddles her before heading back to sleep. Where is Bob?

It may be half past midnight but Bob is determined to finish his latest book. He’s not particularly good at writing but he needs to save up for his future restaurant.

Strawberry: *yaps* Play time dad, play

Bob: Sorry Strawberry, dad is busy just this second

Strawberry: *yaps* Ginger, come get dad to play

Ginger: *barks* Sure, oh... oh no... he’s on the computer!

To Bob’s confusion Ginger bolts out of the room and is followed by a curious Strawberry. Bob doesn’t have to much time to wonder on it though as he needs to keep writing.

Strawberry: *yaps* Why are we under here

Ginger: *whimpers* hiding

Strawberry: *yaps* Wait, what are we hiding from

Ginger: *whimpers* the computer

Strawberry: *yaps* come on, we’ll crawl out this side and we’ll be away from it. Let's comfort eat

Ginger: I suppose that's what dad does

Ginger reluctantly follows Strawberry out and does her best to forget that Bob is on the computer.

At 2:30 Bob finishes book number 4! He also reached writing level 4, hopefully soon he’ll be able to do more than self publish. Getting ready for bed he is giddy with excitement for his growing household.

Previous ... Next

[archivalofsins]

Gunsli as a Mikoto enjoyer you must be losing your shit now that his second trial is drawing closer and closer! You're going to avidly defend him, right?

Meanwhile

Me *carrying a large stick around the panopticon*: FUTA, MU I JUST WANT TO TALK COME OUT! GET THE FUCK OUT HERE!

Futa & Mu: We're not on trial anymore-

Me: The phones...

Them: Huh?

Me: WHOSE FUCKING PHONES ARE THESE?!

Them: ?!

Me:

Well?! Any answers?

Mu: You already did this with me during my trial?!

Yeah, it wasn't really about you it was just for the bit-

So, huh Futa?! Huh whose phone, is it?! Because I know this isn't your phone for several reasons!

So, let's run this down from the beginning-

Question 1

Which cellphone is Futa's?

Sorry, to disappoint but in the battle between iPhone and Android Futa is firmly on the side of Android.

This is made abundantly clear by the fact that unlike Yuno who owns wireless earbuds, Futa's owns wired ones. Something not supported on Apple devices since 2016.

So, why did someone who owns an android phone have what appears to be an Apple charger plugged into his laptop near that flash drive? Well chances are he hooked up that iPhone to his computer to get some information off the phone, erase that information, then move it from his laptop to that flash drive.

We also know this iPhone isn't Futa's because he displays the UI of his actual phone while looking through the color inverted version of twitter-

At which point we can see his UI is completely different from the phone we see breaking at the end of Bring It On.

Futa's phone is also put on full display at the beginning of Bring It On and in other instances showing multiple physical discrepancies between it and the phone that breaks at the end.

From camera placement to general make of the phone and the brightness on the red of the phone case. All things that have remained consistent over the course of Milgram. Making it more apparent which phone is his.

Question two,

Why would Futa take someone else's phone and what information could he need?

He states what he needs and what he's using the phone for at the beginning of Bring It On,

"Found one…! Countdown till I make you say sorry. Let’s go! A victory march! Dan-Da-Dan. Eat this! Don’t act like you have no idea! We won’t forgive you. You’re the crazy one! Ban-Ba-Bang." - "All evil hypocrites should disappear. I won’t stop until you say “sorry”. Now let’s begin to hunt down the liars."

He's using it to get information on the people involved in the incident and track them down.

The rest of the members of the party he was working with for a time. That ended up putting all the blame for that incident on him. This is probably why he's not hanging out with them when he goes to the arcade and is instead watching from a distance.

Using the situation to get rid of two people at once since the hat girl was possibly involved with the group as well hence the line,

"Flames closing in, are both sides losers?"

"Fuck it! You won’t be forgiven; it was stupid licking each other’s wounds." - "You can’t escape, how do you like the taste of punishment." - "You gotta be kidding, I’m an undead hero!"

I've already speculated that Futa's murder was the result of him reacting to the outcome of the hat girl situation and that Futa and this other victim were a part of the same group before.

(I have made way too many posts on Futa: X, X, X, X, X, X, X and many more. Back to the topic at hand though.)

However, the hat girl could have been uninvolved with the group as well. Yet, taking into consideration the very targeted and extreme harassment the group is depicted doing in Backdraft while Futa is looking on in shock and terror I think it's hard for me to not consider this being personal in some way.

That display perfectly calls back to these lines of Futa's in Bring It On,

"I won’t stop until you say “sorry”." - "Now, let’s be reasonable. We are the ones that blow the horn for justice. We will punish you down, this is a warning."

Futa has made it abundantly clear he only does this until the other party apologizes or backs down. Something the hat girl was already doing while the others continued to attack her anyway.

In Backdraft, Futa also spray paints the ones who did this in black as they were doing it. Then we see their tags on the image of the victims have been spray painted over on the wall with black as well once it cuts to the girl.

Black is used as the color to highlight the words on Futa's second trial CD as well,

I believe this color is being used to highlight Futa's version of justice. Just as he says in the voice drama that Es and him are no different, both simply stating that something was bad and things going out of control.

Adding to this Es (and the audiences) judgement of Futa is represented with the same color at the end. As if visually stating the judgement the audience gave to Futa should actually be given to these people instead and reiterating the little difference Futa sees between what he did and what Es and the audience is doing now.

Backdraft even going as far as to have the eyes behind Es be the same color as the spray paint, the people in the group are portrayed using to harass that girl. Making it seem as though by punishing Futa we're supporting the people who did this instead of the other way around.

This makes Futa's question of,

"Should I succumb, make your wish come true?"

Come off as though he's not only speaking about Milgram (Es, and the audience), but the others involved in the harassment of that girl who may have begun doing the same to Futa hoping he'd react in a similar way to their previous victim.

Something alluded to through this image and messages at the end of Bring It On.

QRT Storm Pazuzu　（＝Futa）            I think I’ve got all her details now. Based on her previous tweets I’ve worked out her school. The fact she lives so close is hilarious lol Judgement☨Onizuka You’re the worst offender of all.

"Full of yourselves, are you?" - "Bye bye idiots and devils with the faces of angels." - "You gotta be kidding! I’m the real hero!" - "You gotta be kidding, I’m an undead hero!" - "You’re the crazy one! Ban-Ba-Bang!"

Also we see in Bring It On through Futa's inverted colored phone screen that his icon looks like blue fire or mirrors JudgementOnizuka's normal colored one and vice versa. Implying some sort of connection between the two of them.

It's also telling that Futa is represented by fire and Onizuka water especially given the repeated line of,

"Can't douse this fire."

Within Backdraft.

The lyrics,

"Don’t get cocky, you in that cypher!"- "Holler-holler from safety, so worthless."

These lines can not only refer to the audience or Es but the people he used to hang out with or individuals getting overzealous/too confident with their harassment online. Something the group he used to be in did.

Backdraft also shows off Futa's willingness to just fight head-to-head about it through the line.

"The fight’s up here! Come up to the ring and face me!"

"You won’t be forgiven, a coward, never!"

Question 3

How did he get the phone? Whose is it?

"Are both sides losers?" - "The fact she lives so close is hilarious lol."

It's more than likely the hat girl's phone. Just like the phone we see get smashed in After Pain appears to have belonged to Mu's victim and former friend. Once again, making this another way Futa and Mu parallel each other and why they were paired up.

If the hat girl were also in the group or followers of these people before she began getting harassed, Futa would have an easier time looking over, keeping up with, and figuring out who was responsible for the harassment. That is if he did get her phone after she died.

It would also be similar to how Mu's victim seems to have been involved with Mu or the friend group Mu was in before she passed away as well. However, the phone could belong to Futa's actual victim then when we see it falling to the ground and breaking in Bring It On could be during the altercation portrayed in Undercover.

One thing is for sure Futa and Mu both use breaking phones as imagery for silencing others-

That and they both have a very firm grasp of framing.

Futa would still be able to look over old interactions he was in from his own phone. So, like with Mu in After Pain and It's Not My Fault there may be some playing around with time. In fact, I think there may be playing around with time present in all the prisoner's music videos that becomes more overt depending on the prisoner's personality.

In Futa's case, this is probably why the interactions on his own phone have those inverted colors while the interactions on the one we see break later does not. This coloring choice could denote that these interactions happened before what we are witnessing now. You know how flash backs are usually put in grey or muted colors.

Just as it's implied through After Pain that the messages on Mu's phone happened before her bullying. Futa just goes about displaying this in a vaguer manner.

There are also these things from Bring It On as well that I covered elsewhere before, but I believe it was in reply to someone else's post or something because I can't find it in my archive.

These read,

WARNING [FUTA'S TWITTER ICON] "CONGRATULATIONS [REDACTED]! YOU BROUGHT JUSTICE TO THE WORLD!!! CONGRATULATIONS [REDACTED]? YOU BROUGHT JUSTICE TO THE WORLD???" WARNING [FUTA'S TWITTER ICON] CONGRATULATIONS [REDACTED] YOU BROUGHT [REDACTED] TO THE WORLD!!! CONGRATULATIONS [REDACTED]? YOUR BROUGHT [REDACTED] TO THE WORLD???

I also mentioned this before with this but again can't find it but on the map during the final fight we can see Futa's indicator moving away while appearing to spawn back in.

Also the D in world is styled after his twitter icon-

And at the beginning of Bring It On his phone switches between the Bring It On screen and his twitter feed each time the video glitches before he heads out-

So, yeah- Some credit for all the work Futa did trial one trying to cover up the truth is long overdue.

Whelp that's it. Fuck you Futa for pulling one over on me though really thought that was his phone he dropped.

[aprocessionofthoughts]

It's just a headache

ai-lesswhumptober23 day 31- headaches fandom- Danny phantom TW- none summary- It's time to work on the group project, but Danny has a headache and a broken filter.

ao3 ailesswhumptober23 masterlist part 4 of DA

Danny had thought today as a pretty good day which was good since today he was meeting Valerie after school to work on their group project. But then around lunchtime a headache started to develop. Since then, it had only built in intensity, every time the bell rang it felt like someone was taking a hammer to his skull.

Finally, school was over. He only had to make it through about an hour of working with Valerie, and then if there were no serious ghost attacks, Sam and Tuck could handle the likes of the Box Ghost, he could take a nap.

They were about ten minutes into working on the project and Danny was staring at his computer and willing his headache back so that he could actually concentrate on the screen. He should probably find a book, the light from his computer was like stabbing needles into his eyes. But finding a book’s small font would also be extremely difficult to read, not to mention having to use the library’s ancient computer to see if they even had a book on their writer.

“Did you find anything?”

“Huh?”

“Did you find anything?” Valerie asked, turning toward him.

“Um… no.”

She rolled her eyes, “How difficult can it be to find where he was born and his basic family info?”

“Sorry,” he mumbled. He tried to focus on his screen again, but had to close his eyes as his headache spiked.

“You good?” 

Danny looked up to see Valerie staring at him, looking slightly concerned.

“Headache.”

“Ah, my mom used to get really bad headaches.”

“Hm.” Danny said, even the effort to communicate was becoming more difficult.

“Do you want to reschedule?”

“No. I know you’re busy.” Danny said. He rubbed his eyes, “I should be used to these by now.”

She frowned, “Do  you get them pretty often.”

“Ever since the accident.” Danny froze, avoiding looking at Valerie.

There was a moment of silence, and Danny desperately hoped Valerie wouldn’t ask. But of course his luck wasn’t that good.

“What accident?” He glanced at her. She was frowning at him again.

“I got a nasty shock in my parents’ lab.” he said, trying to keep it simple but not lie because she was way too good at seeing through lies, at least when her bias wasn’t in the way.

She looked alarmed. “When did that happen?”

“It’s fine. It happened a few months ago.”

“And you’re still getting headaches? Isn’t that, like, really bad?”

“I’m fine.” Danny said, a bit harsher than he’d wanted. He sighed. “Look, the accident was a while ago, and it did leave some annoying aftereffects. But I’m fine. I’m actually lucky I’m not dead.” Shoot. Why did he say that? This wasn’t Sam and Tucker who he could joke with about his secret. This was Valerie, the Red Huntress, who hated his ghostly guts.

“You could have died!”

Yup. Now she was alarmed. Great going Danny! You’re so good at keeping people from figuring out your secret!

“I’m fine.” he insisted again, but his words were undermined by the fact that his headache spiked suddenly and he dropped his head into his hands with a hiss.

It was blessedly silent for a moment.

“Sorry.” Valerie said. “I didn't mean to pry. I know it’s none of my business. I can’t do it tomorrow, but can we meet up Saturday evening?”

Danny nodded as best as he could with his head still cradled in his hands.

“Do you, umm… Need help getting home?” she sounded so uncertain, that any frustration Danny had faded.

He sighed. “No. I’ll call Jazz to pick me up.”

“Okay. Just umm… Get some rest. See you tomorrow.”

“See ya.”

[edutainer2022]

On WIP Wednesday I'm challenging myself with this bit to maybe finish the story - it's been written out in my head for months, but it doesn't translate to pixels. Jeff is really trying in this one, but it ain't easy. Scott gets in a lot of trouble.

ANYTHING HE COULD EVER DO WRONG (Bit 1)

Jeff could maybe remember why it seemed like a good idea at the spur of the moment. Lord Hugh Creighton-Ward had unexpectedly arrived accompanied by his daughter on a visit to Tracy Headquarters in NYC. A courtesy visit on paper, it was to be a trial run of Brains' newest development - the heavily augmented, armored state-of-the-art limo-jet FAB0. Besides, the two men had a lot to discuss on a different project Jeff had in the works, that was to change everything.

As it was summer break, Jeff had Scott with him for an impromptu internship at the office (and a bit of bonding time, as Jeff Tracy was in so many words scolded by his mother, who stayed behind on the farm with the rest of the boys). Scott was to shadow Jeff in meetings and to get to know the grassroots workings of different departments. In whatever free time was left the boy was taking extra credit courses over the summer, fully intent to graduate early. So Lord Hugh's visit with his girl formulated an obvious easy plan - have the adults talk shop, and have Scott be a cordial host and show Penelope around the Tracy Towers. Penelope, about John's age, prim and precocious, was already every inch a lady. And if Scott's disarming smile and roguish demeanor was a bit of a bane of feeble hearts among the co-ed interns and younger assisstants, Jeff tried to chalk it up to the boy's blooming people skills for his own peace of mind. It was good to see his son smile again, at least. All in all, what could possibly go wrong?

Well... A LOT it turned out, as Jeff was looking at a smoking pile of pink-tinted cahelium and chrome in mind-spinning horror. Nobody knew how the kids managed to sneak away from the Creighton-Ward driver/bodyguard - Parker - hotwire the controls and take the prototype FAB0 for a spin in the air. Well, Jeff maybe had a vague idea of the Actual British Princess and the fifteen year old Han Solo wannabe situation possibly going on, but that was the furthest on the list of his concerns at the moment. Penny was conscious and for the most part appeared unscathed, when a blanched Parker and Lord Hugh helped her out, but Jeff could see the brown locks slumped on the safety cushion at the wheel and a trickle of blood down his son's face. Scott was unmoving. And Jeff's mind blanked out on the spot.

It was a testament to Brains' engineering genius and safety measures obsession, or the fact Scott grew up at flight controls in his father's lap and was naturally predisposed to fly anything, or maybe Jeff had used up all his lifelong limit of tragedy and loss - the kids were, indeed, alright. Relatively so. Penelope was shaken and more afraid for getting Scott in trouble, it appeared. Admittedly, it was her idea. Or maybe a dare. Scott got a broken wrist and now sported a bright blue cast, and a gush on the forehead that needed stitches. And a vehement, if admirable, insistence to take the fall for the lady.

Jeff wasn't particularly proud of the way he handled it - there might have been yelling, a grounding for the rest of the year, a confiscated phone, no TV or movies, or games privileges, and a strict prohibition to use the computer or tablet for anything other than schoolwork, a crisp "Yes, sir" and possibly a slammed door at the upper level of their Tracy Tower penthouse.

To his credit Jeff had to say that a sight of a son, unconscious amidst the metal debris, covered in soot and blood, was to haunt his sleeping and wakeful hours for many, many years to come, liberally transforming the former into the latter. It was unable to rest a wink and needing a stiffer insentive than an Advil, that Jeff staggered down from the master bedroom to the sitting area, nearly stumbling in the dark over something soft, warm and slumped against the wall on the stairs. The ball of tousled curls and blue pajamas keened painfully in his eldest voice. Scotty!

[atempause-art]

i think it's time for a new sona of sorts. yea i dont actually use them much but whatever. i dont draw Corpse anymore at all because she was made out of depression and isolation. its baked too deep into her core to draw her anything else but. quite frankly i am over that, but also much worse

i am in my villain era, i am becoming the fucking joker, i am no longer asking. i am stuck working piece of shit retail job which doubles as psychological warfare while computers replace my art before i even got chance to get anywhere. i am forever going to pay rent so high my paycheck cant even cover, the only break i had this year was when i caught covid and at this point i think im gonna start licking the coins in our cash register to get it again to finally be allowed to stay home for a few days

Corpse is a great design which i do need to draw more but right now i need to relate to something that is absolutely vile and going to devour every man in power who fucked this all up for the rest of us

i am definitely not coherent and cringe trying to pass early 200's dA edgelord on main but try being overstimulated for a month straight nonstop because holiday season turns stores into warzones. besties i am in the trenches and about to bite the next rude customer for real

i also need something that uses they/them pronouns

[thetangibleghost]

God my old job made me down load like 20 GB of files. We only ever needed to use like 5GB of it and the rest was useless of like literally just currupted data. Like I'm trying to delete it off my computer now and it's just not letting me. It took literally three hours to download it on. A bunch of ghost files and shit that literally doesn't open and it's barely organized. Some of it was even like missing??? And I just had to go find it my self like la de da. And that kinda shit happened multiple times like "use this book. Use this material" okay, sure, can I have the material? "Uh..."

Like DUDE WHAT.

[scratchybongvt]

Vinitom reacts to fanfiction about themselves

Writer’s note: Don’t worry, Sidemascots season 1 auditions is still in progress and will release later today.

No offense to any of the creators of all of the stories mentioned intended. All stories are real and sourced from Idea Wiki

Intro

Tom: What are we doing exactly, Vini?

Vinicius: Well, since we’re reunited, someone asked us to react horribly to some fanfiction loyal mascot lords made for us.

Tom: Are they actually horrible?

Vinicius: I don’t know, let’s go through this together, maybe we’ll find some good ones there.

Tom: Well, time for Episode 33 proposals then.

Vinicius and Tom: Heroes of Nature

Vinicius: Heroes of Nature? I’m smelling false information here.

Tom: Why?

Vinicius: We did absolutely nothing to save everyone in our lives and someone pretends that we did.

Tom: Come on Vini, they don’t know much of our personal stuff after all. Let’s see…

“Vinicius and Tom: Heroes of Nature (Portuguese: Vinícius e Tom: Heróis da Natureza) is an upcoming 2024 American-Brazilian computer animated sports comedy action and superhero film, produced by Walt Disney Animation Studios and 20th Century Animation in collaboration with Birdo Studio, and distributed by Walt Disney Studios Motion Pictures. The film is based on the 2016 Olympic and Paralympic mascots and was created to maintain legacy of the 2016 Summer Olympics and 2016 Summer Paralympics.”

Vinicius: Disney? I’d rather choose being milked by Warner Bros.!

Tom: Come on, what do they know?

Vinicius: Point taken. Go on Tom.

Tom: Ahem…

“Set a few days after the events of Paris 2024: The Olympic Quest, Vinicus goes back to Rio de Janeiro to meet up with Tom in the Barra Olympic Park, their home. They had nothing to do due to the Olympics being over 8 years ago, so they played sports there and enjoyed their lifes in Rio de Janeiro. However, in the Tijuca forest, a group of criminals were chopping off the trees and killing the animals in there. When they heard the news, Vinicus and Tom were ready for their next adventure.”

Vinicius: I expect better.

Tom: Really?

Vinicius: This is what happens when Disney hires a bunch of amateurs, they can’t even spelled my name right!

Tom: At least it has a creative beginning.

Vinicius: And a terrible ending.

Tom: to the movie or the passage above?

Vinicius: The passage above.

Tom: Point taken.

Vinicius: What’s this? A few days after Paris 2024: The Olympic Quest?

Tom: Let’s see… oh my, no article found!

Vinicius: I’m having a feeling that the rest of the articles are as lazy as this.

Tom: hm.

Vinicius: What the? Near-swearing? Off-screen killing? Death scenes? PG-13?! What WERE they thinking?

Tom: uhhh… they can explain.

Vinicius: I’m gonna contact the contributors of this idea ASAP.

Tom: Do you know they’re all children?

Vinicius: exactly.

Tom: and?

Vinicius:…

Vinicius and Tom: Adventures in Rio

Vinicius: Oh wow, they really were like “32 episodes? Why not 10 seasons?”

Tom: Yeah the idea might get out of hand.

Vinicius: At least we’re being milked by Cartoon Network which was way better than the last one.

Tom: Fair point.

Vinicius: What’s this? I have Aura Body and Wing Manifestation in season 2? Some lorekeeper of this series need to explain this to us.

Tom: Maybe they thought stretching isn’t enough.

Vinicius; WHAT?! STRETCHING IS ENOUGH FOR ME!

Tom: Calm down, you’re scaring everyone.

Vinicius: Okay, I will.

Tom: Huh? Rio de Janeiro’s mayor in this series is Mayor Greenbutt and not someone based on an actual mayor.

Vinicius: These kids might have no knowledge on Brazilian politics.

Tom: True. So true.

Vinicius: Ooh, gallery! Better look at 5-year-old drawings!

Tom: I look terrible in these pictures.

Vinicius: Hopefully you will look way worse in next one.

Tom: 😡

Vinicius and Tom: New Adventures in the USA

Tom: Huh, that’s realistic, except there’s no Vini! 🤣🤣🤣

Vinicius: 😡

Olympic Mascots: Guardians of Light

Tom: Vinicius? Where are you going?

Nevermind then.

Let’s see, scroll, scroll, scroll, oh, Mirasome? Now I get why the title is not named after us. Scroll, scroll, scroll, oh wait a minute, the posters are made by the same idiot who made Adventures in Rio! I’m going to call the Carioca Sisters to round their houses.

Guardians of Light: Forces Together

Tom: Vini? You’re missing everything! *sigh* I guess it’s all just me now. Let’s see…

(2 minutes later)

Tom: Boooooring!

Vinicius and Tom (film)/Credits

Tom: Vini? Where were you this whole time?!

Vinicius: It’s better to not to say.

Tom: Well, it’s open to interpretation then.

Vinicius: Speaking of interpretation, this thing is nothing but credits!

Tom: Yeah kids are lazy these days.

Vinicius: Hopefully the author won’t left this unfinished.

Olympic Mascots And Friends: Chuck E. Cheese's Musical Adventure!

Vinicius: What the heck? This is nothing but nursery rhymes!

Tom: At least it’s associated with a restaurant Swifty and I went once.

Vinicius: You went to Chuck E. Cheese’s?

Tom: Yeah, let’s say recycled pizza tastes great.

Vinicius: Wait a minute…

Mascot Power

Vinicius: An anime ABOUT US?! I expect it to be about Mirasome!

Tom: Yeah kids in 2016 kinda loves anime to be honest.

Vinicius: Even today ffs!

Tom: ffs?

Vinicius: It just means for Fanta’s sake. *pops open a can and drink like a nobody*

Tom: Vinicius, do you know Fanta is more faint nowadays?

Vinicius: Pfffft…

Tom: You’re spitting orange juice in my face, Vini.

Miraitowa and the Olympic Spirit

Vinicius: Miraitowa? I thought all of them are solely about us!

Tom: Yeah but admin just ran out of ideas.

Vinicius: Better have a good one at the end.

Tom: Yeah.

Crystal Dark Pinkie

Vinicius: Ah crap, here we go again.

Tom: Vini, If you don’t accept something, EMBRACE it.

Vinicius: Why?

Tom: Swifty and I had a stupid idea that we will go to an anime exhibition for an hour. I love them so much we actually stuck around until midnight!

Vinicius: And you don’t like anime in the first place?

Tom: Absolutely correct.

Vinicius: The drawings look like they are in content awareness scale a billion times.

Tom: At least I look fine.

Vinicius: 😡

The Muppets meet Vinicius and Tom

Vinicius: Muppets, like…

Tom: The Jim Henson one, I think.

Vinicius: I was meant to say that.

Tom: Sorry, I thought you’re going to say Paulo Muppet!

Vinicius: No, I don’t remember him.

Tom: That’s sad…

Vinicius: Anyway, let’s read the storyline.

Tom: Vini, you must be aware that it’s pretty long, right?

Vinicius: Oh yeah, we might linger with it for an hour or so.

Tom: If you can, then do it.

Vinicius: Alright, ahem…

(30 minutes later)

Tom: I didn’t know someone would bother reading as much, and considering they have a creative choice for an antagonist, a mascot clone!

Vinicius: A clone of myself?

Tom: Yup.

Vinicius: *sniffs*

Tom: Oh no… someone get a tissue!

*phone rings*

Vinicius: Stay here Tom, I need me-time.

Tom: Do you know that’s it’s a strange number?

Vinicius: I don’t keep phone numbers to my contacts often.

Tom: Risky decision, Vini.

Well, that’s explains more than avoid reacting the Guardians of Light series.

Vinicius: TOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!

Tom: What?

Vinicius: Someone said they are making a movie about us!

Tom: This MUST be a prank!

Vinicius: No, seriously! Warner Bros. Are going to produce it with Kayla Jordan as the director!

Tom: Sounds like a 15-year-old.

Vinicius: She IS a 15-year-old!

Tom: WHAT THE HECK IS HAPPENING WITH THE FILM INDUSTRY?! WHAT ABOUT LICENSING?!

Vinicius: The IOC and the IPC milks money from licensing nowadays.

Tom: We’re going to have the rest of our lives ruined, Vini.

Vinicius: I know right!

Vida: Come on girls! Let’s give him a lesson!

Tom: Vida?! Where are you and your sisters going?

Vida: To California, we’re targeting Jeremy Shada.

Vinicius: WAIT!

Holy Bela-Sol-Vida-Hitting-Jeremy-Shada-in-the-head!

Tom: Maybe that’s the reason why they decided to do that?

Vinicius: WHY?! WHY ARE WE RESORT TO THIS?! PLEASE I NEED HELP!