#but he got nerfed too so it’s more fun

[ghostlyalbacore]

Me, on seeing the new gun for cowboy in yomi hustle: aww man, no more 50/50s?

Me, two matches in and realizing that you can change bounce trajectory whenever you have access to your di wheel, still force 50/50s closeish to the ground, and force chip damage in very easily: nevermind

[gingiesworld]

Nerf Wars (Drabble)

Wanda Maximoff x GN! Reader

Warnings : Fluff

18+ MINORS

Word Count: 993

AN: Per my girlfriend’s request for a mega fluffy one shot

Taglist : @mothertoall2 @natashamaximoff-69 @canvascoloredin @wizardofstories @louxbloom @wandanats-goodgirl @the-ox-fan20 @ladyqueenxoxo @aemilia19 @wandaromamoff69 @mfd-101 @dorabledewdroop @marvelogic @dopeyouth @karsonromanoff @bimad (if you want to be added to my taglist, please DM me or comment)

Wanda had her hands full with the twins and Y/N, although Y/N was supposed to act like an adult, they never really did when they were alone with the twins, so every time Wanda came home from work, the house always seemed to be a mess, she would find the three of them doing something out of sorts.

“I’m going to get you back!” She heard Y/N yell as she opened the door, sighing as she heard the twins squeal and laugh. She dreaded seeing what she had walked into today, but she knew that this time with the twins was important to Y/N since their work took them away from their family for long periods of time.

“Nooo!” She heard Billy squeal, dreading to see what state the living room was in. She sighed when she stood in the doorway, the chairs and sofa were up turned as the three had their nerf guns out, firing at each other from either side of the room.

“We’re unstoppable!” Tommy yelled as he managed to get Y/N in the eye.

“Ow!” Y/N cried out as they took cover, only then aiming their gun above the chair and aiming blindly at the twins, not seeing as the two decided to sneak out from behind the sofa and made their way towards Y/N. The two stopped in their tracks to see Wanda, who only pressed her finger to her lips, silencing them before motioning for one of the guns which the twins gave up without question. She made her way to Y/N, standing over them with the gun aimed at their head.

“I thought I said no more nerf wars in the living room?” She questioned with a raised brow, making Y/N look at her, their eyes wide.

“Hello love, how was work?” They asked her sweetly, making her smirk at their sudden change of attitude.

“I warned you, you get the twins riled up and they get too excited to go to bed.” She told them, raising her brow as Y/N put their gun down, the twins watching with growing smirks as Y/N’s smile dropped as Wanda kept the gun aimed at them.

“I know but we wanted to have fun.” They tried, making her shake her head before she shot them in the forehead, making them groan before she took the nerf guns from them.

“I want this living room back to the way I had it in the time I get the twins ready for bed.” She ordered them as they sighed.

“But that’s not going to be too long though.” They whined as they rose to their feet.

“They’re both too excited right now, so yes, it will take some time because they have got to calm down.” She told them before she turned to the twins. “I want you both in your pajamas and teeth brushed and in bed. Now.” She told them, watching as the twins both ran up the stairs, smiling as she turned to see Y/N working on getting the living room back to the way it was. Once she had hid the nerf guns, she made her way to the twins bedroom, seeing the two of them tucked in bed.

“Please don’t be mad mama.” Billy spoke sadly as Wanda sat on the edge of his bed.

“I’m not mad.” She reassured them. “I just don’t want your O’pa to know that I love seeing you all like this, it makes it more fun for me too.” She smirked, not noticing that Y/N was leaning against the doorframe.

“We love it when we play our games with O’pa.” Tommy told her. “It helps to forget that they will be leaving us again soon.”

“I know you both miss them when they’re not here, but they make the world a safer place.” Wanda told them.

“But what if we lose them?” Billy asked as Wanda sighed, not really knowing how to answer him.

“You’re never going to lose me.” Y/N spoke up, sitting on the edge of Tommy’s bed. “You three are the reason why I fight my hardest to come home, you three are my home.” They sighed before they decided to tell them. “Besides, I’m not going on missions anymore.”

“What?” Wanda questioned as Y/N nodded.

“Yeah, I spoke with Steve and told him I can’t risk it, not when I have my family here, so I’m going to be training the new recruits and then I will be coming home to you three every day.” They told them.

“So, you’re not leaving us again?” Tommy asked as Y/N shook their head no.

“I’m not leaving you again. I’m going to be here, I’m going to be there cheering you both on at your games and decathlon meets.” They told them before they turned to Wanda. “I have missed too much and I don’t want to miss anymore, I want to be here for you guys and I’m scared that one day I might not make it home if I went on another mission.” Both Billy and Tommy moved from their beds and dived in their arms, hugging them tightly before they tucked them both in bed, placing a gentle kiss upon their heads before they joined Wanda in their own room. “I’m sorry I never told you, I was waiting for Steve to speak with Fury and for the decision to be set in stone.”

“I don’t care about that.” Wanda whispered, resting her hands on their shoulders. “You’re going to be home, with the twins and with me, and that’s all I have ever wanted.” She leaned up and gave them a soft kiss, finally free of the gnawing feeling that something might go wrong and she might lose the love of her life.

[lowkeyrobin]

Trevor Spengler dating headcanons?? With a paranormal enthusiast?

YESYESYESYES FINALLY TREV REQUESTS OMG YEAHHAHAHSHAH ; thank you for requesting!! hope you enjoy :)

TREVOR SPENGLER ; dating headcanons

summary ; dating stuff w trev

warnings ; language

word count ; 539

masterlist

he's literally obsessed with you

always talking & thinking about you

he's got over 500 pictures of you too

his lockscreen is a picture of you two together as well, so he's constantly opening his phone to see it

he's got a couple widgets that are just you as well 💀🙏 it's all nice and themed bc you showed him how to do it

probably picks up editing for you

surprisingly a great editor, he's 100% into shake and transition edits, no matter how long they take

your contact name is probably "y/n/n 😈🔥" because he's a teenage boy.

you can't tell me he doesn't frequently use 😈🔥🗣⁉️🤞👍💪💀 etc

he isn't big on physical affection (mostly pda) but he has his moments. he's much more into physical affection when you're completely alone or just w pheobe or lucky tho

likes slinging an arm around your shoulder or giving/relieving reassuring and comforting hugs, or some hand holding

he doesn't like feeling like he needs to prove to people that you're together or anything which you 100% understand

his love language is quality time

always watching movies, driving around together, playing video games, etc

he's not great with his words but when he says he loves you and cares about you, he's being completely, truthfully honest

you guys discuss drama and make fun of fake bitches together, in and out of school

watching those tik tok storytime slides shows and they're WILD. you're cackling and confused at the same time

go watch derrick branch to see what I mean cause holy shit those storytimes r wild

he loves teaching you all about the ghostbuster gear

and also about ghosts, their spirits, haunted objects, etc

uses big words like protons and neutrons to try and impress you and sound smart

thinks you look cute in the ghostbuster suit

you guys play around with the proton packs and play with them like nerf guns (off of course)

custom ghostbuster patches on your backpacks/special jackets

you make a drawing of him and slimer together LMFAO

trev is all miserable and hunched over like 🧍‍♂️😒 and slimer is like floating above him a bit like 😊👍

he loves it, it's on his wall

always going on adventures together

you teach him stuff about your hobbies, and he teaches you stuff about his

sharing spotify playlists>>>

making food together is like a shared couples hobby

collecting plushies because why not

matching clothes galore

and stealing clothing out of each other's closets

ruffling his hair (and washing it when he's lazy/has no motivation to do it himself)

randomly sending each other memes/gifs/emojis

sharing an umbrella

pressing your foreheads together and sitting in silence

pushing his hair behind his ears randomly to get a better look at his face

remembering little things about each other

facetiming even to just sit in silence and do your own thing

conspiracy theory dumping on him

working at the lab with lucky to understand Ghosts better

buzzfeed unsolved with Ryan and Shane 24/7. you guys (you) geek out over that shit

your first time ghostbusting, you literally just watched in awe

like ghosts are actually real?? omg

you ranting about how you wanna be a professional ghost hunter

figuring out new info on ghosts, how they function, how it all works etc

you're like a little scientist

he thinks it's so cute

[ericshoney]

Wild Card ~ Chris Sturniolo

When you first met the Sturniolo triplets, you felt an instant connection to all three of them, but mostly Chris. It wasn't romantic, it was strictly platonic, but you felt like Chris was your other half. He was goofy, funny, loud and lovable, much like yourself. Matt and Nick both loved to tease you about how alike you both were. It then sparked a long friendship.

So that leads to now. You and Chris had been left home alone, which wasn't a bad thing, but also not a good thing. Nick had a meeting for Spacecamp while Matt obviously drove him.

"I'm bored!" You whined, throwing your phone down that was still playing some TikTok you was watching.

"Sameeeeee." Chris whined.

"Do we still have those Nerf guns?" You suddenly asked.

"Yeah, they are in Nick's room, why?" Chris replied.

You flashed him a mischievous smile as you ran upstairs to Nick's room, finding the toy guns in the corner along with some ammo, before rushing back to Chris.

As you entered the living room, you saw the sofa had been moved, along with the pillows thrown everywhere. The kitchen table and chairs moved as well, creating some sort of battle ground.

"Yes! Great minds think alike!" You cheered, giving Chris a high-five.

"As soon as you mentioned Nerf guns, I realised your plan." He said with a smile.

You smiled and passed him a gun with some ammo. You both got into position before calling start.

The two of you got so wrapped up in your Nerf war, neither of you noticed Nick and Matt walking in, until they got hit with a foam dart.

"What the fuck!" Nick screamed.

"Oh hey guys!" Chris called, aiming for you again.

"What are you doing?" Matt questioned.

"What does it look like, Matt. A Nerf war!" You cheered, hitting Chris in the arm.

"Fuck!" He exclaimed.

"We left you both alone for an hour. One hour." Matt mumbled, shaking his head like a mother.

"I'm just glad they haven't broken anything." Nick said.

You giggled as Chris smirked at you. Both of you thought the same thing. Team up and shoot Nick and Matt. So that's what you did.

"Hey! Hey! Fuck off! We don't have anything!" Matt shouted, hiding behind the wall.

"Take us to Taco Bell!" Chris cried.

"If it will stop you shooting at us fine!" Nick shouted.

You both cheered, happy with getting your way as you rushed to the car.

"Fucking kids." Matt mumbled.

"Lowkey kinda fun though." Nick said, admiring the living room.

"Your paying at Taco Bell." Matt said as he went to the car.

"What!" Nick screamed.

As Nick got in the car, you and Chris were already shouting about Taco Bell and many more random things you could think of at once. Matt and Nick were still shocked that Chris found a friend so similar to himself, but honestly, they loved the dynamic and loved you too.

[missmielyhoran]

Little Helpers

Harry needs a bit of help, and who's better than his two little gremlins...

90sRockstar!Harry × Reader

A/N- Happens wayyyyyyy long in the future, like at least 10 years after they meet. Harry and reader are in their mid 30s

Only Angel Masterlist // Masterlist

*****

It was your birthday.

And Harry was struggling.

You've been out in New York for last week or so for work while he has been staying home with kids.

To say they're pain in the ass is an understatement, but he made his bed (or hot tub), so he had to lay in it.

Harry was the "fun" parent, to say the least, cause he can't say no, and those gremlins even tho they're only four years old are way too good at getting things their way.

Meanwhile, you knew how to shut down something you knew they didn't need. Like the large Nerf gun, Harry got them in secret and then had to listen to you yell at him while those two giggled from the stairs in timeout.

But that wasn't the problem right now.

The problem was that the house was mess, the kitchen was mess, it was your birthday and he doesn't know how to cook, clean all at the same time while taking care of kids who are already running around in backyard.

It was times like these he was amazed by how his mother, and even you did everything so efficiently. Never once did he saw a thing out of place when you stayed with kids, and he had to go out.

(Maybe cause you made the kids clean up after themselves while he sees one look of their puppy eyes and melts)

He took a deep breath in and called for the kids, "Jack! Soph! come back inside" He yelled, which caught the twins' attention. Their little head snapped towards him, and soon enough, they were running in giggling still in their pjs.

Harry shook his head and walked back inside and saw them talking to themselves. They were literally each others best friends, always attached to the hip, partners in crime, and he hoped they're like this when they grow up.

"Kids, kids and kids!" He announced dramatically. Twins giggled again, "There is only two of us, dada. Why are you saying kids three times?" They looked at each other and laughed again at Harry's trying to be mad face.

"Hey smartasses listen to me." He flicked their head lightly, "It's your maa's birthday today"

The twins' eyes went wide, and then Soph jumped, screaming "birthday" making Harry laugh. "That means we will get cake?" Jack asked his dad.

"You will if you help me" Harry shrugged, "Whoever helps me out the most will get the bigger piece!" Harry said.

Twins looked at each other again and then their dad and nodded their head quickly, "I will help you" Jack said, "Me too" Soph said in tow.

"Well then, let's start with this room. Pick up all your toys and everything else and put them where they should be." He said, walking towards the kitchen sink. It was an open plan, so he could still see the kids while cleaning up the kitchen.

He looked at the clock, and it was still 4 hours left to your arrival. He could do it.

He hopes he can do it.

*****

Harry was surprised and amused when he looked up and saw two heaving toddlers sitting on the ground.

"Well done babies, you did such a great job" He said, squatting down to their level and kissing both of their heads.

"We know" They said together. Harry laughed at that cause even if the kids looked like him, their personality was yours. Sassy, witty and smart for their age.

"We put everything in different boxes so you could see who did more work, and my box is the most filled" Jackson said cockily and Soph rolled her eyes.

"I'm just going to steal more from dad's plate" she said without any care as much as Harry would like to think otherwise it was true. He lost his right to have his own food when he become father and he's okay with it (to certain level). Harry still very much amused with their banter over cake slice, goes to the kitchen, and fetches both of them their water bottles along with a bowl of fruits.

"Why don't you two drink some water and eat all those fruits and then come help me bake the cake?" Harry asked them immediately, getting nods as an answer from hungry babies.

He took out all the ingredients while the kids ate and arranged them, so it was easier for kids to "help" him.

Soon enough, they were all done with their snacks and were standing on the large wooden stool beside Harry, watching him make the cake. Both of them have large chefs hat on and custom matching aprons Harry got for all of them for when they would cook together on Sunday mornings.

He was in the middle of cracking egg when Sophie started to fuss, "Dada I want to do it too!" She said, pouting.

Harry brought the bowl in front of her and stood behind her holding her hand, which had egg in it, and then cracked it open and put it in the bowl. Sophie giggled, finding amusement in cracking eggs, which made Jack feel left out so Harry did the same with him too.

The kids helped him as much as they could, with bringing him stuff, and finally, the cake was in oven.

Jack and Soph sat in front of the oven watching the cake like hawk cause in their words, "we want it to be perfect like maa makes it". Harry cleaned the rest of the kitchen.

"C'mon babies bath time." He announced which much to kids displeasure meant they had to move away from the oven. Harry literally had to drag them upstairs with Soph in his left arm and Jack in right.

"You two are getting heavy for me to pick you up and roam around" he said, groaning at the feeling of back ache rising.

"No, you're just getting old, dada." The twins laughed. Harry rolled his eyes at them and flicked their heads.

"In the bath. Your maa will have my head if you two are dirty" He said, starting the warm bath of them.

*****

There have been times Harry felt proud of himself, and right now, as he watches the clean house, clean kids, and a not burned cake, he feels proud of himself.

Kids were watching TV in the living room when they heard the car pull up in the driveway, and everyone was set on their mission.

Harry quickly lit up all the candles. Meanwhile, kids stood in the position near the door with paper confetti in their hands to throw at you.

Meanwhile, you feel exhausted as you get out of the car. The fashion week of this year was hectic. You were so busy you didn't even remember it was your birthday until you opened he door.

Colorful confetti flew on your face as you heard "happy birthday" in unison. Your kids stood near the door with the biggest smile on their faces with your husband behind them with cake in his hand.

"Omg, thank you so much my little munchkin" you said, sitting down on your knees and pulling twins into tight hugs. All exhaustion and stress were lost as you saw your favorite people.

"Hey, I'm also here." You heard Harry whine, making three of you laugh.

"C'mon maa, we want cake!" Jack said, first making you laugh. You kissed both of their cheeks and stood up, walking towards your husband.

You pecked his lips and smiled, "Thank you, baby." you said with a warm smile matching his. "My absolute pleasure angel" He said, kissing you again.

"Those gremlins helped me, or I was ready to have a panic attack this morning," he said, chuckling.

You brought the cake to the kitchen, Harry stood beside you his arms around your waist, and kids stood on the stool on your other side.

"Maa make a wish!" Soph said. You nodded and wished for your family to stay just like this forever and blew the candles. Jack and Soph clapped while Harry leaned down and kissed your cheeks.

Cake slices were cut and put in plate for all four of you and as you and Harry stood in the kitchen with your head on his shoulder watching your kids banter over who's slice is bigger you never felt more content.

This is all you ever wanted.

*****

I think they're my favorite couple after Harry and Autumn.

Taglist- @tenaciousperfectionunknown @that-daydream-look @harryspirate @tiaamberxx @lomlhstyles @vmpellie @sunshinemoonsposts @jayde515 @yeehawbrothers @sleutherclaw @ikea2-0 @thechaoticjoy @astridcommings @grapejuicebluesrry @gxbiqs

Please Like, Comment and Reblog

Tell me if you liked this or just talk to me cause trust me I love it, here♡

[psiroller]

My Boy (We Don't See Each Other Much)

a third fic request from unkat has reached me for some gamer au shenanigans. cool, i thought, nice low stakes goofin off fun time au. lets put some military industrial complex in there

cw: institutionalized homophobia, vague references to USAmerican military operations in the 2000's, gamer lingo

The raid was a resounding success by their guild's lax standards. Chilchuck managed to pull a rare light armor piece he'd been looking for, finally catching him up to the modern game; he was surprised by how much damage the standard grinding mobs were doing to him now, even if his defense was always going to be lower than the tanks and fighters he partied with. Laios landed the biggest critical hit he'd ever seen; the broadsword Chilchuck nabbed for him off the Auction House was working well for him. He was clearly still riding the high, humming the victory fanfare under his breath as he took inventory and milled about with Senshi, comparing the ingredients they’d collected, trading amongst themselves. It was late, though, close to Senshi’s prep hours. Marcille was fighting against the cozy lethargy that followed a glass of wine and swiftly losing. Falin had already logged out to take a shower and head to bed, stopping by Laios’ door for a hug goodnight.

Laios went right back to the desktop after he shut the door. He pulled his headset back on and heard the familiar sound of Chilchuck’s raspy inhale and then a long, satisfied exhale.

“Chilchuck!” Laios said, too eagerly. “You’re still up?”

“No, I’m fast asleep,” Chilchuck drawled. Laios snorted and threw a rock at Chilchuck’s head. It passed through harmlessly; neither of them wanted the hassle of dedicated PVP. Maybe Laios wasn’t as keen on roleplaying as Marcille and Falin were, but the roleplaying server had been a lot kinder to him than the standard ones he usually played on.

“You were right about the sword,” Laios tittered. “I really have to start doing the math instead of just looking at bigger numbers—uh, focusing on how sharp the blade is, I mean.”

Chilchuck coughed through a laugh, leaning away from the mic so that it didn’t blow Laios’ eardrums out. “I think some of the guides are a little out of date,” Chilchuck said, relaxed enough to drop character. Marcille was still nearby, though the AFK symbol appeared under her name; the elf she played nodded off, ears drooping.  “Critical chance used to be calculated with this really convoluted system that also included timers, so there were only so many crits you could get in the span of a few minutes,” he went on. “They updated it recently so that you roll for a critical every hit.”

“Oh, thank God,” Laios said. “On a timer? How long did raids use to take?”

“Oh, upwards of four hours.” Chilchuck said casually. Laios sputtered. “I know, I know. I guess people had more free time back then… though with how people run multiple raids a night now, I guess it’s down to how committed you are.”

“So critical hit percentage is the thing I should focus on, then.”

“For your build, yeah.”

“Why does everyone recommend focusing on damage per second?”

“It’s a recent change, I think it got pushed out just before you signed up. They’ve tweaked it a lot, so people tend to get confused on how it works now, as it gets buffed and nerfed. Attack and attack speed used to be connected to the same value, so there are other ways you can focus on dealing damage instead of just right clicking the dragon and watching one of twelve timers tick down.” Chilchuck smiled and took another drag. “I think they’re trying to freshen things up a little. I like the changes.”

“Really? Everyone in the forums talks about how much they hate it.”

“If they’re old enough to be using the forums, they’re old enough to hate their favorite thing changing,” Chilchuck laughed.

“But not you,” said Laios. There was a warmth there that Chilchuck didn’t see a reason for.

“Eh.” Chilchuck’s ears burned under his headset. “Maybe a little bit. They don’t make shooters like they used to.” There was a pause. “Oh, right, you don’t like those.”

“Just the super hoo-rah military ones,” Laios breathed. “I can do Team Fortress 2. That one’s pretty fun.”

“Oh! I play that with—a friend, sometimes,” Chilchuck stammered. “Do you… I’m still kind of wired. I got a day off tomorrow. Do you—”

“Yeah!” His mic clipped. “Yeah. Sounds good.”

“Wait, you don’t have a test tomorrow or anything, do you?”

“… No.”

“I don’t like that hesitation.”

Laios huffed and puffed and logged out of Dungeon Divers with little warning, but usernames were exchanged and soon Laios’ avatar (a dragon, what else) popped up in Chilchuck’s scant friend list, nestled between Dan and May.

“I didn’t think you’d be cool enough to play TF2,” Laios teased.

“Cool people play TF2? I thought it was all screaming toddlers.”

“There are a few of those, yeah,” Laios admitted.

“I played the original game. It was a lot different. I don’t really keep up with it these days, but…”

“No worries,” Laios chirped. “I’ll take care of you.”

Chilchuck felt something zip down his spine. “I’m not that bad.”

They played three matches with the usual late night crowd, and it was a miracle if Chilchuck could stay alive for longer than a minute or two, let alone get a kill. Laios, on the other hand, clawed up every scoreboard and sat at the top. He started with Sniper; Chilchuck followed him while waiting for his respawn timer to run out, flicking between first and third person views. He watched as opponents’ heads would pop like grapes the moment they touched Laios’ reticle, faster than Chilchuck’s eyes could tell his brain to move his fingers.

“Okay, maybe I’m pretty bad,” Chilchuck admitted. “Compared to you.”

Laios missed a shot and sputtered. “I’m concentrating…!” A Spy knifed him, and Chilchuck could hear Laios whack his mouse against the table in frustration. Chilchuck laughed.

“Relax, that’s your first one this round,” he teased. “Your reflexes are crazy. Maybe I’m getting too old for twitchy games like this.”

“The mechanics have changed a lot and all the tryhards are on,” Laios conceded, breathing out the annoyance. “I’ll switch to Heavy. Wanna be my Medic? I can keep more of an eye on you.”

Chilchuck sniffed at his demotion to pocket healer, but then at least he’d be getting assist kills. “Alright, fine.”

Many assist kills were had, and all was well. It was fun to watch Laios’ brain work, bobbing and weaving and jumping around. He played like May did, hyperfocused on the movement mechanics; Chuck’s wrists weren’t any good for that anymore, so he usually hung back to support anyway.

“So why TF2 and not Call of Duty?” Chilchuck asked between matches, lighting another cigarette in search of the now-elusive nicotine buzz. “Seems like you’re really good. You could probably go pro if you wanted.”

Chuck heard a rustling against the mic. Sounded like Laios fiddling with the thing, maybe rubbing his face. He heard a scratch of stubble.

“Eh. I just—don’t like the military aesthetic very much, or something,” Laios mumbled. “I, uh. I served, and it’s a little…”

Chilchuck coughed. “You served? As in, served in the army?”

“Yeah.” There was a chuckle from the other line. “What? Is it that surprising?”

“Well, you just never…” Chuck scratched at the nape of his neck. “You never said anything that made me think… I don’t know what I thought. You didn’t seem like the type.”

“That’s because I’m not,” Laios snorted. “I was a good shot, but not a good soldier, if that makes any sense?”

Chuck wet his dry lips and leaned back in his chair. He didn’t lock into the next game, and the queue dumped them out. Laios didn’t reset it.

“So you objected? Conscientious objection? Is that what it’s called?”

“That’s what it’s called, but uh… it takes a while to get that done if you enlisted voluntarily. You have to plead your case for it. I thought about it, but I didn’t get the chance.”

Chilchuck swallowed dryly, then tapped some ash out into the ceramic tray Patty made for him many Father’s Days ago. “So you were kicked out?”

“Discharged, yeah,” Laios sighed. His chair creaked as he leaned back, too. “Other than honorable.”

Chuck winced. “What did you do?”

There was that rustling again. “I, um. If you don’t ask, I don’t have to tell you.”

“Oh, uh. Sorry, I”—Chilchuck’s eyes went wide—"ohhh.”

“Yeah.”

“Seriously? They booted you over a thing like that?”

Laios laughed weakly. “It’s in the regulations.”

“Still? When there’s, like, five wars going on?”

“Yep. I got a little pamphlet about it and everything. It’s rarer these days, and most people now get let off with an honorable, but…” Laios sighed. “My case was a whole thing. I didn’t fit in great with the rest of my platoon to begin with, and I maybe… I maybe misread some signals. You get bored out there, you know. Lonely. Got a little too close to my bunky…” Laios cleared his throat. “He let me down easy, but I guess he said something to somebody. I don’t think he’d go straight to the brass, he told me he wouldn’t, but someone must have overheard and that counts as credible evidence, so…”

Laios popped his lips with a click of his tongue. Chilchuck was frozen, ashes falling from the end of his cigarette into the crevices of his already dirty keyboard. The cigarette had almost burned down to the filter; money burning up in unsmoked nicotine. “I was probably going to leave anyway,” Laios said, to fill the silence. “I didn’t like being out there. If anything it kept me from being stupid and going AWOL. But if you talk to the VA—or my dad, heh—I  might as well have.”

Laios wheezed. Chilchuck blinked some smoke out of his eyes and stubbed out his cigarette.

“Hang on, you were on active duty and they’re hassling you at the VA over healthcare?”

“Oh yeah. Anything less than a general discharge is going to get you some hassle. I’m still on general health insurance, lowest tier. I’m not on TRICARE.”

Chilchuck pinched the pressure point between his eyebrows. “There’s gotta be a way to appeal that.”

“There might be. But I’ve spent about 40 hours of my life on the phone with them since I got back, and I’m not keen on spending anymore.” Laios made a blech sort of noise, disgusted, a little childish. “I hate phone calls. Besides, they gave me some money for college, so it wasn’t a complete wash.”

“Small miracles,” Chilchuck mumbled.

“Yup,” Laios breathed. He drummed his fingers on his desk, loud enough to reach the mic. Then there were a couple rhythmic bongo slaps against the table, nervous. “Ready for another game?”

Chuck looked at his watch. It was 4:32 AM.

“Sure. Night’s still young,” he said, for lack of anything comforting to say. “Play Heavy again.”

“Okay,” Laios said, and there was a smile in his voice. So that was something.

[georgeclarkewifey]

Inconvenience | g. clarke

Chapter 3 - Ikea Trip

Summary: four boys and noa in ikea, what could go wrong?

Word Count: 1.1k+

Warnings: swearing, George being a dick

noamurphy

liked by chrismd10, arthurtv and 13,473 others

noamurphy literally got halfway to Ikea before they demanded to stop for food

comments open

chrismd10 well we were hungry what did you expect?

⮑ noamurphy wait??? to get Ikea meatballs???

⮑ gkbarry_ noa speaking facts as usual

⮑ noamurphy love you babe x

arthurtv but we wanted hot dogs

⮑ noamurphy yeah and I wanted a successful football career but we don’t always get what we want

⮑ arthurhill just saw chris choke on his hot dog after he read this

⮑ fan new Noa lore?????

fan1 she’s so real for giving us this

⮑ fan2 mother really fed us today

⮑ noamurphy I worry for you guys sometimes

fan3 Ikea vlog 👉👈🥺 pls

⮑ noamurphy arthurtv ?

⮑ arthurtv 🫡

“Thank fuck.” Noa muttered, as the car finally pulled into the Ikea store parking lot. Somehow, their half an hour journey had doubled in length when Arthur TV declared that he was hungry and wanted to get hot dogs. “Honestly, all you guys do is think about your stomachs.”

“But I was hungry-“

“Well aware of the Television, maybe you should have had breakfast.”

“I had two Costco cookies!”

“Is that really what constitutes as a healthy breakfast these days.” Noa replied, rubbing her temples. “C’mon, let’s get this show off the road and into Swedish Heaven.”

Noa managed to herd the boys into the showroom area without much fuss, but once they were inside was where the real trouble began.

Arthur, who had decided to vlog the entire trip was running round the bedrooms with Chris, deciding to tumble out of a wardrobe every five minutes to declare that ‘they weren’t in Narnia any more’, which not only drew the attention of all the other shoppers, but some of the workers as well.

“Dixie! Please hold yourself together for five minutes, please? Just five minutes so that I can choose a bed frame and wardrobe…preferably one that you and Arthur haven’t tried to jump out of.” Noa pleaded, examining a black wooden bed.

“What colour do you want everything in? Because that will narrow the search down.” Chris said, before gazing at a set of bunk beds. “You know, if you ever wanted to have more than one person stay-“

“I’m not getting bunk beds Chris.” She sighed. “I’m not seven years old. Or making a nerf war sequel with my cousins.”

Starting to turn red, as the others snicked, Chris shook his head. “I was a kid okay? And at the time it looked good and we had fun!”

“Is anyone feeling thirsty?” Arthur TV asked, a slow grin starting to form. “I could go for a can of quick revive.”

Chris groaned in frustration, throwing his hands in the air. “Children, I’m friends with actual children.”

The four looked at each other, processing what he had just said, before dissolving into fits of giggles. Realising what they had interpreted, Chris shook his head and began to walk off. “Great, now they’re going to joke that I’m a nonce. Wonderful, just what I needed today, really, really it is.”

“Oh come on Chris, we know you don’t like kids. George, on the other hand-“

“Nope not even starting that conversation.” George grumbled, beginning to play with the drawers of one of the bed. “Why would someone want drawers on their bed?”

“If they don’t have enough room for a wardrobe I’m guessing. Not everyone has YouTuber money you see.” Noa replied, raising her eyebrows at him to reinforce her point. George just rolled at her and walked away, causing Noa to turn to the two Arthurs.

“Okay, what is his problem? Was it something I said? Or did?” She asked, moving to go inspect the next set of beds.

“Uh, we don’t actually know, we’re trying to figure it out too.”

“So he hasn’t even told you guys? Don’t you have like, guy time where you air all your grievances about stuff, and then bark like dogs at the end of it?”

Arthur (Hill) snorted. “No, you’re thinking of the Diamond Dogs, from Ted Lasso.”

“Shit yeah I am. Point still stands, he hasn’t said anything?”

“Not to us at least. And then I’d guess nothing to Chris either, because Chris then would have told us.”

Noa sighed as she ran her hand over a wooden bed frame. “Great, so one of your closest friends is pissed at me and I don’t even know why.”

“I’m sure he’ll come round, don’t even worry about it.”

“Thanks.” She muttered. “You know what, I think I’m gonna get this one. It’s cute, it’ll fit in my room, and I’m pretty sure there’s a matching desk and wardrobe.”

Grinning wickedly, Arthur (Frederick) beckoned Chris and George back over to join them. “You know, I reckon you need to test it, just to make sure that you like it.”

Noa smiled and flopped onto the bed. “Happy now?”

“Nah, I reckon you need someone to test it with you know? Just in case you ever find someone, or get lucky on a night out.” Arthur said, turning his head slowly to look at George.

“Why are you looking at me?” He asked, a small undertone of disgust in his voice, causing Noa’s eyebrows to raise gently.

“Well my shoes are muddy, so that’s a no. And Arthur and Chris are like her brothers, so I wouldn’t ask that of them.”

“But you’d ask that of me.” He grumbled quietly, moving to stand next to the bed. George sighed. “Move over then.”

Noa did so, smiling apologetically at George, before shooting a glare at the other three, who had all whipped out their phones.

George bit his lip as he laid down next to Noa, and began glaring daggers at the back of her head. He was hating every second, especially the fact that no matter where he looked, all he could see was Noa. From the top of her head all the way to where her hair fell on her back, obscuring the graphic print on the back of her hoodie. For a second, he wasn’t sure if he was in Ikea or his own personal hell, crafted for him by Arthur Hill.

“Wait, Noa you gotta make sure you’ve got enough room to roll over.” Chris added, throwing the couple an enthusiastic double thumbs up.

“I’m gonna kill you.” Noa said, only loud enough for George to hear, as she narrowed her eyes at Chris, who was too busy grinning from ear to ear, along with the two Arthurs.

George saw this and averted his gaze, doing everything he possibly could to avoid meeting Noa’s eyes as she faced him. He resisted for as long as he could, but eventually caved.

Luckily, he didn’t meet Noa’s eyes, as she had presumably fazed out, gazing at the geometric pattern on the pillow. George’s stare softened slightly has he studied her features, noticing the faint freckles that dotted over her nose, as well as the small circle of amber that added contrast to her icy blue eyes.

George wasn’t sure how he had been staring at her, but he was saved from any further embarrassment by Chris clearing his throat. “Glad that’s over.” He said, immediately sitting up and fixing his hair, leaving Noa behind.

She coughed, rubbing her face as if it would absolve her of any feelings of uneasiness and embarrassment. “Thanks for that.” She muttered to the two Arthurs. “I’m sure that really helped the situation.”

“I reckon so yeah.” Arthur Television agreed happily.

“Being sarcastic Artie, being sarcastic.” She sighed, patting his shoulder.

chrismd10

liked by noamurphy, arthurhill and 386,820 others

chrismd10 can’t buy an ikea bed without testing it first

comments open

fan1 noa??? and George???? what is going on right now???

⮑ fan2 I was there and I don’t think they’re a thing bc Arthur asked them to do it

⮑ fan1 but why would he do that if not for…?

noamurphy hate you arthurhill

⮑ arthurhill love you too

maxbalegde can’t believe my mans in bed with someone else

⮑ noamurphy not my fault I promise he’s all yours x

fan4 I know they say that there’s nothing going on but look how close they are!!!! really confused rn

⮑ arthurtv Watch my vlog and then you’ll be fine

gkbarry_ omg who’s that fittie in bed

⮑ georgeclarke yours truly

⮑ gkbarry_ ew no not you

⮑ chrismd get roasted George

⮑ georgeclarke shut up hobbit

[icearts]

A couple things about Sonic Prime that disappointed me

1. Shadow was in almost the entire trailer, but showed up for 3 out of the 7 episodes

2. An action scene that lasted for three episodes. It got redundant

3. There was an entire plot point where Sonic was dying from the prism energy being taken from him. This took 3 minutes of screen time and the risk felt minimal if it was there at all

4. No consequences = no stakes (literally there was no issue or "sacrifice" that came out of repairing the prism. Idk what i was hoping for, but the fact that everything was so easily fixed kinda hurt my feelings because it made the entirety of season 2 seem completely pointless and dumb)

5. Shadow was super protective of Sonic in the first episode, but never showed that same "Would kill and die for you in a seconds notice" energy he had in that first episode

6. The chaos emerald is mentioned again but never used as a plot point. Chekov's Gun is fake, apparently

7. It's said that Sonic can't exist in the Shatterspace without prism energy, but Shadow never had it in the first place. There is no provided explanation as to why this makes sense. The closest thing was "shadow wasn't there during the blast" but that only explains why he doesn't have the energy, not why he doesn't need it to live like Sonic does (I assume the others have at least a signature of it too which is why they cloned and Shadow didn't. Again this is unexplained in Prime. What does the prism energy even do for/to the supporting cast)

8. Why are there only 7 episodes? Why do they take up so much time in one place?

9. Rouge and Shadow only had one line of dialogue (this isn't a genuine critique I just wanted to see my favorite duo be a duo)

10. Sonic's Prism "Super Form" doesn't come back. Shadow doesn't get anything like that either. Another dud Chekov Gun. Why is this dumb little anecdotal metaphorical firearm never firing

I really loved the new season, and it was great and super fun, but those critiques really ruined some things because those were all things I thought would be a guarantee because of the trailer and because of how the other seasons were.

Why would they even bother to mention the chaos emerald, and this weird void thing if it wasn't going to be essential to the plot other than being an excuse to sideline Shadow. They could have just as easily said that chaos energy is neutralized in cyberspace because it's not connected to the world/chaos/master emerald. That works too!

Plus, why was Shadow sidelined so much? What's the reason? Why wasn't he allowed to use chaos energy and go apeshit? Why couldn't he take off his inhibitor rings in a desperate situation to protect Sonic and be able to teleport into shatterspaces even at the expense of his health?

I know it's a TV-Y7 show. It honestly did not need to be, but I'm sure it was a Netflix mandate to make sure their animation is all meant for kids and only kids, but they really ended up nerfing themselves by alienating their more passionate audience which would be teenagers and adults. Just make it TV PG that would've allowed you to work with higher stakes and a higher budget (oh wait that's what Netflix's intention was nevermind).

If you wanna see me make a list of things I genuinely liked, feel free to ask or comment that. I might do so anyway. I feel like the internet is too negative and critiques of shows tend to do too much of that, so sorry for contributing to that culture, but I really needed to get that disappointment out because it bothered me quite a bit. Feel free to disagree too, or say "bro it's a kids show. It's not that deep. Stop having passion and emotions for your special interests you dumb fuck" I get it. Anyways, good show, good season, highly recommend, it's very fun and enjoyable especially if you're a fan of Sonic

Last minute edit: I only saw the season once and my sense of media literacy isn't by any means perfect, and also, to clarify, most of my concern isn't quite "these plot points are 1000% absent and terrible" and more "I thought the distribution between the action scene in episodes 4-7 and the rest of the season's story was very poor and made the content I was more excited for seem watered down/unplanned/super easily resolved". Again the part of the show where Sonic almost dies because of the prism energy withdrawal was about 3 minutes long. Why did it feel so low-stakes?? I love action scenes. They're great, but when you dedicate over 30 minutes to one long fight scene, it becomes less interesting and there's still MORE OF THE SHOW TO GET THROUGH so those parts got super rushed

[bleue-flora]

Okay so more playdate au (tagged #playdate au) lore:

Dream is the oldest of three siblings: Techno (the cool middle kid who tends to play video games inside and has a stock pile of nerf guns hidden in his room), Sapnap (typically playing with his best friends, the troublemakers: Karl and Quackity), and George (the youngest who often retreats inside because of a meltdown or naptime)

Punz is Dream’s best friend and whenever their parents get together, they are left to babysit Punz’s younger siblings: Lazar and Vik.

Dream doesn’t mind being the villain at first, in fact he actually finds it fun and kinda cathartic until it’s taken too far and he becomes the “controlling parent” who’s a killjoy.

While Exiled Tommy trips and scrapes his knee while chasing Dream for the Discs, who took them after Tommy was using them to the hit people visiting him in Exile.

The incident is the start of school.

Wilbur is the jealous kid next door and Phil is his older brother, who is often left in charge to babysit.

Philza has to take over as pseudo lifeguard one afternoon when Wilbur gets set to take a nap after being grumpy and having a temper tantrum.

Phil tends to stay in the nice air conditioned inside, where Niki convinces him to bake cookies and he watches movies (like Frozen ;D) or plays video games with Techno.

Ranboo, who has major FOMO, often comes in and joins because he can’t decide which area to play in. Sometimes he drags Tubbo, who of course brings Michael, inside too when he needs some help against beating Techno in a video game.

Most of the names are made up obviously, though some people kept their real names or just added something to their existing one.

Also:

Quackity: “Hi Sam, is Clay okay?”

Sam *guarding the bottom of the slide* Sam: “Yeah, he just got overstimulated, had to take a break from everyone.”

Quackity: “Oh okay, maybe I should go check on him”

*Sam moves aside letting Quackity crawl up the slide*

Quackity: “Hey Dream, wanna play some cards?”

[developed in part with @piscespixiewastaken, @simplepotatofarmer, anon & @error-dream-was-found]

[cdroloisms]

some c!dream fics don't take into account his flaws and make him like a little bit out of characther bc while he was traumatized by the prison and it affected his way of thought in much aspects he was still able to bit your hand if you looked him bad and got more focused on his revenge and after his plan. He's a more morally grey characther and sometimes people who try too hard not fell into the c!inniter caricature ended up making him unable to literally even hold a sword when that isn't true either

"revenge" lol

to be fair, c!dream was deeply affected by the prison and absolutely got nerfed like hell fighting wise. the difference between his fight with clingy before and after the prison is insane--not to mention how scrapped lore had him so damn triggered by the sight of the cell replica that c!quackity and c!sam could get him down pretty much without a fight. las nevadas five has him running away from the fight at the first main sign of danger (and then successfully being followed by c!tommy without noticing) and the scene with c!sapnap and c!george with aimsey had him barely fighting back at all, cowering behind his shield against a wall, and running away and using arrows of harming to get himself distance. like, sure, he can definitely still fight, but he was absolutely played as losing a lot of his fighting ability (c!dream's fighting style is nothing like cc!dream's--it was absolutely a deliberate character choice to have him act like this)

all that being said, i get what u mean--ooc c!dream is everywhere in every flavor. i definitely like c!dream written with a little bit of bite, especially when he's on the back foot, as you said. c!dream's declarations of revenge (as is especially evident in LN5 and daedalus, boy what the fuck is torturing a country supposed to mean IT'S A COUNTRY) are also very evidently ... often defensive in nature? c!dream bites and shows his teeth as a back off back off dont fucking touch me don't try to fuck with me gesture because he's scared moreso than angry, tbh, and i think playing with aggression due to fear is something fun to do with c!dream in fic in general bc of the ways that aggression can be perceived and then responded to

a lot of what i like about post-prison c!dream is that ... despite an alleged focus on revenge (which took him months. and fucked him over, with scrapped lore, and was badly executed both times with quackity and put him in a lot of danger and involved a hell of a lot more trying to get through to sam than actual revenge in daedalus) and The Plan (which involved ... killing people? and then he repeatedly. does not kill people?) is that he does feel quite directionless. he's still in the prison, still caught in that limbo. he's doing research (i guess) and he's letting the prison (his home base) rot around him. he's staying there and barely leaving for weeks at a time. all while he's focused on the plan, guys, #trust, he's fine, he's still moving forward moving on ... just. Just.

[catsharky]

It looks like her horns are much bugger and more devil like than tiefling naturally. Would her horns grow back to that shape if sue let them, or is it more like docking a tail and permanent? Would she become more comfortable with her original horns being around tieflings more if they could grow back? Why did she trim them initially?

Ehehe I'm glad you caught that, cause yeah you're right her horns are very much meant to be more devil than tiefling!

I figured if a devil is going to screw someone over by giving them a stolen child, why wouldn't they aim to pick one who would bring as much chaos and misery to that person as possible? Ember has no idea who her bio parents are, but she's definitely no ordinary Tiefling.

I put the rest under a read more because it got a bit long:

To try and kind of match the other companions, I wanted her to have the capacity to be incredibly powerful, but limited for game/story reasons. So for Ember, at least one of her parents is someone Powerful and Important in the hells, and that parent is where her sorcery comes from.

It means she's capable of crazy strong magic (like, on par with Gale before he got nerfed strong) but a combination of being self-taught and a lack of motivation means that she's never had a reason to find out what she's actually capable of. She also grew up very isolated, so until she met Gale she was under the impression that magic was just like that for everyone. And tied to all that, one of the most obvious tells that there's something else going on with her is her horns.

I like to think that for most Tieflings, their horns do grow throughout their lives, but hit what's considered 'full sized' by around puberty- at which point the growth slows to a crawl. I also have to assume based on Karlach's broken horn that if the horn breaks? It's gone for good, though they will still maintain that slow growth so long as the core at the base of the horn remains intact.

For Ember however, her horns are just enormous. At age 4 it's expected a Tiefling will have started growing their horns but that they'll still be blunt, nubby things like a baby goat. Ember's were the size they are in the age chart, and continued to grow even larger as she got older.

She likely would have trimmed them no matter what, because not being used to having horns in the first place made dealing with them frustrating, but they're really just unreasonably huge. She trims them down pretty much as far as she comfortably can, the blue tips being where the darker outer layers were cut away.

To her annoyance, they also grow back and do so remarkably fast, which is where the jewelry she has wrapped around them comes from. Those gold embellishments are actually enchanted so they'll stay the size she wants them! (They also keep them from catching on fire when her emotions are high, but that's a whole other thing) So she could actually let them grow back to their full size if she wanted to, she just doesn't because they'd be way too unwieldy and annoying to deal with.

And while I can see some of this stuff becoming relevant after the events of the game, for the duration of BG3's plot this is all just more or less flavour text. The magic stuff is the only part that would have a notable impact.

Also fun fact, this whole part of her backstory is just because I needed an excuse to make her immortal. I didn't have the strength to give Astarion a companion who he'd have to lose in less than 100 years. My heart can't take that 😭 So fuck it, she's the daughter of some big powerful demon or whatever so Astarion can have one nice thing that won't be taken from him!!!

[the-copycat-hero]

In my mind, Monoma knows how to pickpocket, do sleight of hand, roll a coin across his knuckles, all that good stuff :D I also hc him to have voluntary nystagmus. No particular reason, I just 100% think Monoma would use that skill to freak people out

Also I hc him to be friends with Hatsume Mei. Each time he visits he brings a whole packet of papers, diagrams, analytics of quirks and how they relate to their costumes, and Mei def eats it up EVERY TIME. She also has him try quirks she needs for the equipment whenever possible. They’re smart kids :>

What do you like seeing most in monoma fics/fan work and what do you want to see more of? Any relationships (romance or gen) you like? Also I’m very curious about the Monoma family 👀 Clearly they don’t seem to keep in touch. What does Monoma say when he’s asked about them? Is it something he keeps under wraps or are most of his friends aware

!!!!!!! Big Brain Takes! Massive!

sleight of hand (and other assorted part trick) Monoma is near and dear to my heart, and i could definitely see him being able to do Some Sorta Nonsense with his body like voluntarily vibrate his eyes. i could see him being double jointed, too. (he is a Bendy Boy.)

ALSO the fact that Monoma and Hatsume never interacted in any meaningful way will haunt me until i die. they are so smart, and they are such freaks (/pos). their aura would have been so powerful. maybe too powerful? i guess Hori had to nerf them somehow.

as far as fanworks go, i am a massive fan of any fic that has Monoma showcasing his quirk. (for example, Learning Curve has a fantastic scene with a training exercise/mock battle that i frequently go back to because it is So Peak to me.)

as far as things i'd like to see more of, i'd kill for more introspective pieces of Monoma learning how to adjust after the war. (let me see him talk to Bakugo, who he watched die! let me see him talk to Aizawa, who tried to protect him!!!) i'm hoping some more of that will come with time as the anime draws closer to the end, but i suppose we shall see.

romance-wise, i'm big on Monoshin and have been since season 2. the fact that it used to be a rarepair floors me. (really played the long game on that one). that being said, i could honestly read about Monoma with almost any other student, his personality is just that much fun to me. apart from Monoshin, i've been seeing quite a bit of Timebomb and Monoma/Pony on my timeline, and i find both so incredibly charming.

platonically: Kendo. Shinsou. Tokage. Mei. Honenuki. Bakugo (especially after the war). ERI. Vlad and/or Aizawa. slap Monoma in an interaction with any of them and i am Locked In.

FINALLY, the Monoma family. (man, the Monoma family.) @smallvictorianchildwhofoundwifi and i have constructed pages upon pages of lore for these human disasters, but i'll try to keep it brief:

Monoma's dad (still need a name) - only ever agreed to have a child in the first place because his side of the family was pressing for it. resents Neito for reasons that i'll probably dig into later - but as long as Neito isn't actively making a mockery of the family name, his dad really can't be bothered to think about him.

Monoma's mom (Hiromi) [PRE WAR] - had Neito when she was young (around 21 years old) because, again, her husband's side of the family was insistent. she adored him at first sight; however, she has had to make a lot of changes to appease her husband's side of the family over the years, and it has turned her into a harsher, colder person overall. every once and a while, she'll be struck with fondness for her son, but it never lasts for long before she goes back to being made of ice. maybe also unconsciously resents Neito some for marking the end of her old life.

Hiromi (cont) [Post-War] - determined to reconnect with her son after almost losing him in the final battle. has made so many mistakes that it seems impossible, but Neito got his tenacity from someone, and it certainly wasn't his father.

Monoma's class knows next to nothing about his family. even Kendo, who has known Monoma for a long while, has precious little information to go off of.

some of the girls in Monoma's class stumble across a picture of Monoma's mother from one of her last modeling shoots, but when they ask him about her, Monoma just tells them that he has his mother to thank for his dashing good looks and leaves it at that. Ittaka - Monoma's old caretaker (and pseudo-older sister) - comes to visit him once, and his classmates briefly think that his real mother must have died until Kendo corrects them (because she may not know much about the Monomas, but she knows that they are all still kicking). but that's about all they've got.

tldr; trying to wrangle a straight answer out of Monoma regarding his family is impossible.

[notgonnaedit]

Healer's Care

Faster

Summary: Eight months after the destruction of Tipoca City, and the Bad Batch are starting to question where they truly belong

Pairing: Bad Batch x Teen!OFC (clones being good brothers/dads)

Chapter summary: On an expedition with Cid, Wrecker, Omega, Althea, and Tech find themselves in a peculiar and perilous situation

Warnings: Canon-typical violence, gambling, gangs, illegal racing, Tech being Tech, brother/sister moment (If I miss a tag LMK)

Masterlist

Taglist: @covert1ntrovert @clonethirstingisreal @dreamsight73 @nottwonerdy777 @delicioustacocollector @hugmekenobi

In Cid's parlor, Althea leaned over Wrecker's shoulder as he played Dejarik with Omega. The demo man chuckled as he moved one of his pieces. "I got you this time."

Omega looked at him, her expression perfectly neutral. She pressed a button and swiftly won the game.

"Oh! She gotchya!" Althea laughed.

"What...?" Wrecker groaned as Omega started to laugh.

"Now you owe me two cartons of Mantell Mix." She said.

"Me too, since I bet against you." Althea said with a smirk.

"Not so fast." Wrecker said hastily. "One more game. Double or nothing."

Before either girl could reply, Cid walked out from her office. "Hey! Quit running up the power bill. It's time to get to work. I got another job for you."

Althea frowned, standing up straight. "Hunter and Echo aren't back from the other mission yet."

Tech looked up from his datapad from where he sat at the bar. "I would not call transporting 50 cases of nerf nuggets a mission. Nor is it a proper use of our skill set."

"Yeah, well, your skill set will come in real useful on this one." Cid said. "Especially you, Muscles. You're gonna be my security crew."

"We will require a more detailed briefing than that." Tech said.

The Trandoshan walked towards the door. "No time. The shuttle's waiting."

Althea met the eyes of her brothers and sister, contemplating on what to do.

"Maybe it'll be fun." Omega said as Wrecker tossed her hat to her.

"Works for me." The demo man added as they walked out.

Tech let out a sigh before hopping off the bar stool. Althea noticed and walked beside him. "Just 'cause Echo's not here doesn't mean you can replace his attitude."

"Cid isn't providing nearly enough intel in order for me to have an accurate assessment of the mission." The pilot said.

"True, but when has she ever?" Asked the medic.

"Last time we went on a job for her, it resulted in me, Echo, and Omega trapped in a cargo container falling through Serrano's atmosphere. I would prefer to avoid a similar situation."

Althea nodded, humming in understanding.

                         •°•°•°•°•°•°•

As they walked through a dark path through a city unfamiliar to Althea, the medic took notice of the type of crowd they were going to be working with. Everyone either had alcohol or a blaster in their hand, sometimes both.

"I am beginning to understand the need for added security in a place like this." Tech noted.

"Safa Toma can be a little rough around the edges if you don't know what you're doing." Cid said as she lead the way. "But lucky for us, I know my way around. And if things get dicey, that's where you come in."

She lead them out of the dim road into a sunny area with a large crowd. There was a barrier that prevented people from going over the edge into what looked like a track. Omega and Althea leaned against it and looked down into the dusty area. Vehicles zoomed past, shooting at each other and deflecting blasts.

"Whoa!" Omega breathed.

Cid smiled at her excitement. "It's called Riot Racing."

More vehicles rushed by, one crashing into the wall after it was blasted.

"Wow!" Wrecker said. "Did you see that?"

Althea grinned. "Now this is podracing."

"It appwa anything goes out there." Tech commented.

Over the speakers, an announcer played the events over a large screen. "The smoke's cleared, and TAY-O's taken the lead from 'Hyper' Rod!"

Cid pointed up at the screen that showed a racer in the lead. "That's my new racer, TAY-O. He's a real ringer. He's gonna make me a lot of dough."

The racers flew past the finish line and the crowd roared. "And TAY-O wins!" The announcer declared.

The crowd sounded with cheers and groans, depending on what each individual bet. Cid turned around and walked away from the stands. "Follow me."

                       •°•°•°•°•°•

Down in the pits, the racers were just coming to a halt. Cid walked up to a blue one with a interesting looking droid in front of it.

"Greetings, Boss Lady." He said. "Did you enjoy the show? It was impressive, wasn't it? Did you see me out there?"

"You're ringer is a droid?" Tech said with a note of surprise in his voice.

TAY-O turned to him. "Oh, I'm sorry. You have a problem with droids, human? You think you can make the split-second calculation to win out there. You want to challenge TAY-O?"

"I do not have enough information about this sport to determine that at this time." The pilot replied cooly.

TAY-O stood tall over him. "Then take a seat, spectacled spectator."

Wrecker chuckled and punched Tech's shoulder lightly. "Spectacled spectator."

"Alright, alright. Save it for the course." Cid ordered.

TAY-O backed off. "You don't have to say that– That's– I was about to save it for the course. Excuse me." He said before walking away. "I can't talk right now. It's time I prepare for the next race. Which I'm going to win. TAY-O."

As he walked away, Althea folded her arms over her chest. "I've never known a droid with such an interesting personality."

They walked over into the sheltered area of the pits, observing as TAY-O began to work on his speeder. Althea took note of several oddities that wouldn't have been on a normal speeder. "This is a series 12 speeder." She said. "They weren't built for racing at all."

Tech gave her a small nod and tapped her hand lightly, indicating she was right.

"Which is why we modify them." TAY-O said in an exasperated tone. Althea was not impressed with him at all. "Behold and be amazed. Impressive, is it not?" He asked. "TAY-O is and artist."

Before Althea could roll her eyes, a deep voice rumbled through the pits. "Ciddarin Scaleback."

Everyone turned to see a tall Dowutin with two horns jutting out from his chin. With him was an aggressive looking Nosaurian. He let out a low chuckle. "It's been a long time since I've seen your shiny claws around Safa Toma."

"Millegi." Cid said with a glare. He was over twice her height, but that didn't seem to intimidate her. "I'm busy. Get out of my pit."

"Not gonna introduced me to your new crew?" Millegi asked, his gaze flickering to where Omega and Althea stood. Tech and Wrecker quickly stood behind them, glaring up in case he dared to think about hurting their sisters. 

Millegi chuckled again. "They're not gonna help you win."

Cid got closer. "Oh, I know I'm gonna win."

"You think your droid can beat my champ?" He asked, gesturing to his aggressive racer. The Nosaurian hissed something in his native language.

"What's he saying?" Wrecker asked Tech, who had his visor down to translate.

"You do not want to know." The pilot replied.

Millegi smirked down at Cid. "If you're so confident, how about our standard side wager? Let's see who's the better racer."

Cid's eyes were narrowed into thin slits. "Deal."

Millegi chuckled. "Just like old times." He said before walking away.

"The familiarity between you two suggests this race is personal." Tech noted.

"This is business." Cid retorted. "And we've got a race to win."

                      •°•°•°•°•°•°•

In an empty part of the stands, Wrecker ran up to the others with a kebab in his hand. "Wh-wh-Whag did I miss?" He asked.

"Jet Venim and TAY-O are in the lead." Tech said as the girls took turns looking through their binocs. "Given the unpredictable nature of this course, I cannot determine who the victor will be."

Althea handed the binocs to Omega as the sound of blaster fire reached her ears, followed by the sound of the crowd cheering.

"A friendly reminder to all our spectators," said the announcer. "be mindful of blaster fire. Safa Toma is not liable for any injury, death, or disintegration. Thank you."

"That's not comforting." Althea said.

"And speaking of injury and death, the lead racers are approaching Gambler's Gulch."

"Do not take the left tunnel!" Cid ordered into the comm.

"TAY-O knows what he is doing." Replied the droid.

"What's wrong with the left tunnel?" Omega asked.

"It's a death trap." Cid replied.

"This whole race is a death trap." Wrecker grunted.

Althea turned her attention to the big screen where the racers flew through the tunnel.

"Final lap and Jet Venim remains in the lead, but– Uh-oh. The challenger is closing in fast!"

"He's gonna do it!" Cid said as she watched on her datapad. "TAY-O's gonna do it!"

But how the tides changed when two racers boxed TAY-O in.

"Get out of there!" Cid yelled into her comm.

"Come on, TAY-O!" Omega said encouragingly.

But the racer in front cut the engine with a saw blade, sending TAY-O crashing down the track.

"TAY-O takes a tumble! And Jet Venim wins!"

Althea looked over at Cid. She had never looked so distraught in all the time they had known her.

                  •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•

Down in the track, the team rummaged through the remains of the crash. 

"This speeder is in bad shape, but some of it is salvageable." Tech said optimistically.

"That's the least of my problems now, Goggles." Cid said worriedly.

"Hey! I found TAY-O!" Wrecker said holding a broken bit of droid. "Or most of him."

"Maybe we can put him back together." Omega suggested.

Althea frowned. "I don't know, kid."

Cid opened her mouth in a retort, but was cut of by the sound of Millegi's voice.

"I'm here to collect, Cid." He said. Behind him was Jet Venim and two Gamorean guards.

"You'll get your credits." Cid said with a glare. "Just give me some time. I'm good for it."

"That's not how this works. You are out of time."

Cid looked back at Wrecker, Tech, and Althea. "Wanna step in here? I didn't bring you three for the company."

Althea's hand hovered over her blaster, her eyes narrowing at Millegi's guards.

Omega furrowed her brow. Althea recognized that look. It meant she was about to say something either really smart, or something that was going to get them killed. 

"Wait!" She cried. "How much does she owe?"

Millegi smirked. "More than you got, kid."

Omega pursed her lips "Well, we're not done yet."

Millegi chuckled. "Looks like you're done to me." He signaled his guards to lower their weapons.

"One last race." Omega purposed. "If you win, we pay you double. If we win, we get Cid."

"You don't know what you're getting into, kid." Millegi told her.

"I'm inclined to agree with him, Omega." Tech whispered.

Wrecker nodded. "Yeah, I'm inclined too."

"We don't know anything about racing." Althea pointed out.

"They're gonna hurt Cid if we do nothing." Omega told them. She turned back to Millegi, craning her neck to look up at the tall alien. "Do we have a deal?"

Millegi seemed to consider this. "We race tommorow. And I keep Cid for collateral. For you're sakes, you better be able to pay up." He walked off, Cid under the watchful eye of his guards, and left them to wonder how they were ever going to fix their problem.

                      •°•°•°•°•°•°•

Althea grumbled to herself as she looked over the speeder. Omega did the same, her face and curls streaked with grease. The medic had her goggles over her eyes as oil dripped on to her face. "This speeder's in worse shape than I thought." She said. "How's TAY-O?"

"Partially operational." Tech said as he worked on the droid's body. TAY-O currently only had his head and part of his shoulders attached. Tech was working on the torso. "With a few more adjustments, he may be capable of racing."

TAY-O's eyes flickered to life. His head looked around. "Uh, that is hilarious. Hahaha. I am more than capable. I am ready to.... Where are my arms and legs?!?"

Althea huffed a laugh before turning back to her work. Wrecker walked into the pits, more pieces of TAY-O in his arms. "That should be all of it." He said setting them on the table.

Tech grabbed an arm and began to reattach it to the droid, who watched intensely. "No, that's not how you connect the servo." He scolded. "Let "TAY-O instruct you on how to do this properly."

Even though he wore his helmet with his visor down, the look Tech gave him could only be described as the mother of all deadpans.

"You know, instead of repairing him, we should be taking out that gangster." Wrecker said.

Althea grunted as she stood up, pushing her goggles onto the top of her head. "We can't use our military skills in this situation. Millegi probably has tons of connections way more powerful than him."

Tech nodded. "Even if we extract Cid and escape, they will seek retribution."

"Rumor has it," TAY-O said. "the last sponsor which failed to pay Millegi is now taking a permanent pit stop in the eastern sand dune."

"Which is why we have to win the race and save Cid." Omega said with vigor.

"This is not the first time she had required our assistance due to her dealings with individuals of questionable integrity." Tech said. "It is a problematic pattern."

There was a moment of silence as the siblings mulled the problem of Cid over. How long would it be before she got herself into a situation they couldn't get her out of?

"Uh, hey, yeah." TAY-O said, snapping them out of their thoughts. "Did you forget that you were working on me? 'Cause it seems like you're just having a conversation about nonsense over there. How about a little less chatter, a little more spanner?"

Althea rolled her eyes before pulling her goggles back down and crawling back under the speeder. As she worked, she noticed there was something missing. "Hey, Wrecker," she said. "did you happen to find the fuel intake line?"

"The what?" The demo man asked.

Althea looked over at him. "It's essential to the speeder. Without it, it won't function."

"It's probably back at the crash." Omega said as she hopped down from the elevated platform and grabbed her hat. "I'll help you find it."

As the two walked out, TAY-O continued to micromanage Tech's repair job. "No, no, no. You have to recalibrate the –ugh– would you just let me do it?

"You do not even possess the means to do so." Tech retorted, gesturing to the detatched limbs around him.

"I could still do a better job than you, human." The droid insulted. "In fact, TAY-O is so–" He was cut off suddenly, and Tech looked up to see Althea standing there, her finger on the droid's activation button.

"That should shut him up." She said before moving back to her work.

Tech nodded his thanks before returning to his work. After a while, a soft hum reached his ears, followed the the mumbles of a few words. He looked up to see Althea singing softly.

"Some bright morning when...." Her words faded into hums.

"I am not familiar with that melody." The pilot stated. Althea never sang very often, only on the rare occasion when Omega would request it. It was safe to presume he wouldn't hear many of her songs. But the ones he had heard had not matched to anything the medic sang now.

"Oh." Althea's cheeks turned a rosy pink. Was she embarrassed? "Yeah, I guess it's something that I've had in my head."

"If you don't mind, I would be interested to hear it."

"Uh, yeah, sure." Althea obliged.

Even if he didn't show it, Tech enjoyed hearing her voice. It wasn't like any female's that he had ever heard. She didn't sing loudly, yet the emotion behind the words was still present. It fascinated Tech, and he would often listen when his sister sang to Omega.

Althea worked on the speeder, her soft voice filling the air as they worked.​​​​​​

Some bright morning when this life is over I'll fly away To that home on the celestial shore I'll fly away

I'll fly away, oh glory I'll fly away, in the morning When I die, Hallelujah by and by I'll fly away

When the shadows of this life have gone I'll fly away Like a bird from these prison walls I'll fly I'll fly away

I'll fly away, fly away, oh glory I'll fly away, in the morning When I die, Hallelujah by and by I'll fly away

Oh, how glad and happy when we meet I'll fly away No more cold iron shackles on my feet I'll fly away

I'll fly away, oh glory I'll fly away, in the morning When I die, Hallelujah by and by I'll fly away

I'll fly away, oh glory I'll fly away, in the morning When I die, Hallelujah by and by I'll fly away

Just a few more weary days and then I'll fly away To a land where joys will never end I'll fly away

I'll fly away, fly away, oh glory I'll fly away, in the morning When I die, Hallelujah by and by I'll fly away

I'll fly away

Althea swallowed when she finished, turning her focus back to her work.,

"Why would one be glad for their life to be over?" Asked Tech.

Althea looked over at him. Behind his visor and goggles, his eyes shone with curiosity. The medic shimmied out from under the ship, pushing her own goggles atop her head. "Well," she grunted as she sat up. "the person is glad because they don't have to suffer anymore."

"How would they know that? There are no records to inform us of the afterlife and–"

"It's just a song, Tech." Althea said through a sigh. "Do you have to disect every part?"

Tech stopped short, mulling his thoughts over. "Very well. What do you purpose the song is about?"

Althea huffed in thought. "My people believed that when we die, our souls become one with the stars. I guess nobody really knows if after death is better or worse, but I know that it means we can be free."

"Free?" Tech repeated.

"No people to hold us back. No bodies that feel pain. No stress or worries." Althea looked at him, her golden irises meeting his earthen ones. "To truly be free."

                     •°•°•°•°•°•°•

Althea regretted ever shutting off TAY-O. She wanted him to be racing now more than ever instead of Tech. He was racing in place of the droid, who got crushed in a pit accident, and was zooming through the left tunnel; the death trap.

Althea knew she could fix droids, but if Tech crashed she didn't know if she could help him. Omega's warnings were numb to her ears. She still couldn't believe Tech was racing. She didn't believe it when he volunteered in place of TAY-O, or even when the announcer had to double check his name. Tech was a skilled pilot. Althea didn't doubt his skills for one moment. It was the other racers she worried about. 

But it wasn't until Tech hot himself out of a pickle and destroyed two speeders without any weapons that she felt herself relax. And the relief turned to the utmost joy when the announcer declared Tech the winner.

"Here they come! It's going to be close. And the winner is....Tech! Tech, right? Tech wins!"

Althea laughed with joy as she, Omega, and Wrecker ran down to the track to greet their brother.

"You did it!" Omega cheered.

"You sound surprised." Tech said as he pulled off his helmet.

"Of course we are!" Althea laughed. "You've never raced in your life!"

"Yeah!" Wrecker said through laughs. "I thought you were a goner."

The crowd erupted in deafening cheers, every single person in the stands cheering one name. "Tech! Tech! Tech! Tech! Tech!"

The pilot turned to face the crowd, raising his hand in a relaxed salute. A small smile made it's way to his face.

                        •°•°•°•°•°•°•

"We're here for Cid." Wrecker announced as they walked into Millegi's tower. The guards snarled, prompting the demo man to crack his knuckles.

Millegi signaled for them to stand down. "A deals a deal. We're square."

"That was some racing, Goggles." Cid said as she walked over to join them. "I, uh...I-I.." she laughed nervously. "I guess I owe you one."

Tech adjusted his goggles. "Yes. I would agree."

Cid's nervous expression dropped to her usual grump. "I'll make it up to ya. Come on. We're outta here."

As Cid left, the others were stopped by Millegi. "Hey, you four."

They turned to face him. "You could have walked away. That loyalty is admirable, but with Cid, it doesn't always go both ways. Watch your backs."

Althea frowned. Tech placed his hand on Omega's shoulder as they walked out. Despite Millegi's warning, nothing could wash away the excitement of racing.

<-Previous

Next->

[mari-lair]

lord and lady of hell, from the demon killua au.

a bit of info on the Zoldycks below.

The Zoldycks rule the underworld, even their children are feared among demons.

Only the Zoldyck family have amulets that allow them to visit the human world, unless a calamity happens, or humans actively try rituals to bring demons to their home, demons remain 'obediently' in hell.

Kikyo hides her tail but she does not have wings. As a demon of darkness, she gets weakened by the sun, and avoids the living world, finding her husband a much much better personal sun, the only light worth the pain. She lost her wings and sight with him.

Kikyo shadows are so thick they become a physical thing that instills fear in mortals. Her face can only be seen when Silva kisses her and his flames get close, but that hasn't happened in a while. None of their children knows what she looks like.

Silva's fire can seriously hurt if he doesn't control it, out of his children, only killua and Illumi have ever seen him with white flames, usually blue flames are enough to blind beings of shadow.

Rumors have it Kikyo and Silva were in love once upon a time, or at least, as close to 'in love' as they can be.

They have consumed plenty of souls, and caused enough damage in the living world to be feared and gain titles. Whenever there is a dark starless night, or a scorching sun that overstates its welcome, people fear they are walking in the living world.

Silva was nerfed a lot after a 'end of the world' scenario where people were forced to work together to kick him out, and couldn't use most of his powers in the living world.

Killua can be hurt by flames but it's very very hard, no fireplace can hurt him. In fact, he would love to sleep in a fireplace.

Illumi can erase people's memories and with time he learns to drive them insane. He loves his family and nothing else. Though some humans intrigue him slightly (he is unaware of said fact)

Souls are needed to gain power, but they don't feed a demon: they cannot gain fat from eating souls, they need to chew on a body. Most of the Zoldycks got their mother's appetite and eat on rare occasions, only when they find an appetitizing human, but Milluki likes the taste of people and goes overboard at times.

Milluki finds some human entertainment (such as games, movies, inaccurate demoniac things, etc) nice. And he bring toys with him on his rare trips. The family does not approve of his hobby but since he brings them soul, they let him be.

Alluka is the only child whose powers are a blend of her parents: She creates a fire that produces a lot of smoke and steals other sources of near by light to exist. Usually, killua is the one making fires for her to steal.

Kalluto loves his mom and usually does what she wants. He hasn't been outside yet.

Everyone still have their training/torture.

Nanika grants wishes, similar to canon, at first they throw her into the living world to see what will happen, using mortals as tests. They got wary at the result, noticing it happened with demons that asked her for wishes too, and decided to lock her up instead.

Illumi erases Killua's memory of her so Killua feels oddly more empty. He chalks it as a result of living in this gloomy underworld and craving to have a friend in the nice living world, full of fun things to see.

Killua never had the urge to eat any humans, only doing to survive and not relating to how much Miluki likes doing it. He will eventually have a mini crisis wondering if he wants to kiss Gon or eat him when he first get a crush, much to his own horror.

[brucewaynehater101]

I need to put this out into the universe

typically I avoid modern AUs because real world boring

but I inhale them like crack coccaine when it's got reincarnation and past life memories

=======

Basically imagine like Tim living his life on a Boring Plain Earth and then bam, memories of a Gotham that does not exist, heroes that can never be and magics that never were flood his brain; maybe something trigger his memories, maybe it just happens

or mabye it's slow and steady idk

----

So let's say that Bart not only failed on his quest to prevent the Bad Timeline but it got so bad that the planet, maybe even parts or all of the multiverse as they knew it died

And ever since then an Earth just like ours has been recieving reincarnators from that dead world

the heroes, the villains, the rogues, some civillians, etc.

----

There's two ways we can do this. Everyone is human, eventually recieves their memories at some point in time, finds eachother again, and is reassured they aren't insane since so many fellow supers, heroes and villains and rogues alike remember

Because of this they have to live in a world where their abilities used to change the world are pulled from right under them. (powers and maybe even civillian capabilities, money and connections)

The power they held is reduced to the civillians they saved or terroized once up a time

As for ordinary humans like the Bats or Amanda Waller? A plain world is gonna be a learning curve, as is having no supernatural safety nets, but maybe they'll adapt faster

I wonder if Clark feels guilty and thinks he's selfish for the joy he feels now being a normal human like his reborn adoptive parents, despite it being the furthest thing from the truth

Oh yeah, Wonder Woman, she may still be Greece on this new world but any connections she held with the Gods is just like every other person. There now exists a hole where a huge part of her first live's people and culture once were

Aquaman would have it rough, especially with how awful our and thus his new world treats the ocean

also if Damian was made artificially in his past life, imagine Bruce's relief if he were to succeed in having him with Tahlia this go around (assuming he gives a damn about the kid here)

okay but imagine Alfred being the first to wake up past memories, slowly or suddenly, and his POV as the Wayne family comes back together and remembers their own past lives

----

Another route is that they still keep their powers (if they had them) but only by a fraction. The users can tell and still use the power within them, but it's so much less than what they had before

How much power? Enough to maybe change the status quo if they applies their nerfed abilities smartly enough. Maybe. That's how little raw power they have left. Emphasis on the raw, but other aspects of their powers may be nerfed too

THis turns strategists into a more essential boon than ever before, powered folk would find themselves searching, flocking or entangled with reincarnators like Lex or the Bats because they have brains

Oh yeah the Flashes, on one hand, their metabolism is more human, on the other hand all the time they couldda spent thinking is yoinked and their connection to the Speedforce is so little that even if they wanted to, they're incapable of time travelling to restor their old world

Can ✨science✨ undo all this nerfting? If you wanna, sure but I think the answer of "absolutely not" is more fun

----

Circling back to Amanda, I wonder what her view on her new life is/

Would she still go for a government position after remembering everything? What would she strive to do with it?

Would she track down other reincarnators? Which ones in particular? What would she think of them now? Would she involve herself with anyone from her past life?

This depends on which take you have on this AU

In the Wholly Human route, she might only have people who never had any non-human or other special abilities to worry about, the Bats, Joker, the Pengiun, etc.

But if they still have Scraps of Superhumanity? Yeah she's gonna lock into focus with whatever plans she has for this no longer ordinary world.

----

this begs the question of who would see this crueler but less superhuman world as the chance for an ordinary life and take it?

who sees this world and continues to live their new life as they did their first one?

how does being in a world where they and/or other reincarnators are either wholly human or still have a fraction of their power left affect their decisions or views on this wolrd and whatnot?

I'm not gonna get into the logistics of our world suddenly becoming a Superhero Setting-lite, especially with governments or whatnot finding out cuz brain mentling

but also like, the superheroes and vigilantes, if they continue their old way of life, are gonna have to shift from a Superhero way of doing things to more of a Spy genre way of pulling things off

if they still have powers everyone outside of the loop aka not reincarnators will be so confused lol, who these criminals? (cuz methinks they'd get labeled as such)

----

Also there is The Question on if DC exists in their new world or not because the confusion and humor to be spawned from there being a Batman running around ("20 bucks it's a Watchmen irl" "30 it's a prank"), Clark Kent keeping his name after adoption cuz his parents remember ("parents have high hopes for you little hero") and Lex having to pick a different name for his corp cuz of Copyright, and these reincarnators adventuring the DC and Fandom Rabbit Hole

oh god I'd read a whole fic on that last one

But in a "zero DC media" Earth, we could get away with this planet being a lot more like canon, like Bruce being a billionare (and learning the hard way he'll be seen just like Elon Musk, Mark Zuckerberg, etc.),

The Internet would break if they realized their plain world became legit Superhero World-Lite, even more so if there were powers, especially if DC media exists

----

this AU was meant to be reincarnators introspecting on their past lives, coping with being mere civillians with maybe power the rest of the population had not, coming to terms with only barely being able to change the whole wide world anymore, being forced to give up being a super due to circumstances outside their control

but the Superhero Genre Conventions parasitized it lololololol

I find modern AUs to be pretty boring as well. However, I absolutely dig the angst in this one.

All of the DC characters regaining their memories would be devastating. Since they are all "human", this would fuck with some of their concepts of self, identity, and culture. I can't imagine existing in the exact same place I've been and gaining memories that I was different or more than I currently am.

Like, what if some of them never became anything? What if, outside of DC, their lives are miserable? What if it's better?

Also, for those who are happy to be human, I bet that would be an unpopular opinion. Everyone else who's gaining their memories are grieving over a time they just learnt about, but these characters, maybe who have been ostracized or hurt by their abilities, are secretly glad they are human.

There's just so much pain and confusion and lost of self in this AU.

There's also crack (like Bruce Wayne still having a "Brucie" persona even without Batman).

In this AU, if there's no powers, there might still be a need for vigilantes. Just not in the way they are for DC. I can imagine Barbara is hacking and bullying the government, as she should. Bruce is influencing other rich people to weed out who's corrupt, committing heinous crimes, etc. and then utilizing an anonymous persona to turn them in.

I wonder if Joker was living a normal life, he got his memories, and then decided that was way more fun than whatever he was doing before.

The Bats might be fine, but anyone with powers is gonna struggle to do what they did before.

[spencerkeg]

As promised! Swapped gorls!

Again more character info under the cut ❤️

Emmy sustains her energy and love of the bizarre despite her new interests! I think she just really doubles down on stargazing for the sake of looking for aliens lol

Speaking of interests... it's not just robotics... But also I think it would be sweet if she and her stepbrother samuel could bond over vehicles!!

I did have to nerf her by taking away her nurse status bc she was too powerful already... I think it's fine to day she helps maintain the server so that Dr. Alex can receive and send patient charts across the internet.

Won't spoil WHO is the new demetrius and robin are, but in this au Emmy is from her mom's last marriage and Sam from his dad's last marriage. This is soley so Emmy can be older lol

I think she still likes gems but no longer in the mysticism way, now just in a fun geology nerd way lol

---------

Peony! Depressed! It was like a cruel twist of fate for penny to end up as shane but that's where the chips lie... I honestly couldn't decide if she should keep the alcoholism orrr-

If she became anyone else I would have kept that she hates alcohol but it's a little integral to Shane's character that he uh doesn't hate it.

My compromise... Recovering before you even meet her. The story, ahem...

Peony lived with her parents in the city and was a typical gifted student until she got into college and got mixed up with some bad eggs... The stress of exams and pressure from her parents lead to her addiction. After being hospitalized for one bad episode in particular her parents sent her to live with... HER GRANDPA! (aka marnie's new identity)

In pelican town she works all the time to raise money to pay her parents back for all the hospital and rehab bills out of a sense of guilt.

She gets along great with her little cousin though and he thinks she's very cool :)