#i mean it doesn't look like ai but that doesn't stop it from looking bad

[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

Yeah the legit trailer dropped 😭 It's so bad

😨😭😬😔

[prickly-paprikash]

Pushing aside the fact that I am, quite possibly, a Kendrick fan—disregarding my biases, I think Drake needs to stop. Push Ups was a good diss. Surface level, vapid, but it possessed that mean, petty spirit that carries a diss track all the way. Even bringing up accusations that are, realistically speaking, unlikely still works because a diss is supposed to show just how much you hate a person and how cleverly you can bring it.

Taylor Made was weird. I get that it was a strategy. Drop the main diss first and then drop this one to really prod at Kendrick. Using Pac and Snoop AI voices sucks though. Distilling Kendrick as Taylor's underling also doesn't work because Kendrick only collaborated with her once (twice when they remade Bad Blood) and that's it. Meanwhile Drake is out here always looking for new, up and coming artists to pounce on their trends or cling to established artists. Then it got taken down, because of course it would have been. You used 2Pac's voice. Did you really think his estate, his family, wouldn't do anything?

So he bought Pac's ring and used his voice without permission. More and more we see just how much of a vulture Drake is.

And then Euphoria drops.

Your first diss was met with solid reactions. Your second got taken down. Kendrick drops on a random hot Tuesday, and in a matter of hours surpasses your numbers that took weeks to accumulate. Kendrick did that. Euphoria was also harsh, clever, and sounded so good that people kept replaying it over and over again. Once more, Kendrick schools you.

A few insiders then say that Drake will drop that night. Right after. But he then allegedly gets cold feet. A few hours later from when Drake was supposedly ready to drop but backs out, Kendrick drops 6:16 in LA.

In your previous disses, you begged Kendrick to drop something with quintuple entendres. Euphoria did that. But he took it a step further by naming his second diss 6:16 in LA.

June 16: Father's day. Referencing the fact that Drake has been proven to be a deadbeat father.

June 16, 1971: Tupac's Birthday. Kendrick idolizes him. Drake steals from him.

June 16, 2019: First episode of Euphoria drops. A show Drake is listed as a producer on. A show about underage girls entering a life of sex, substance abuse, and more. Things that Drake has been accused of repeatedly in the past.

June 16, 2011: in June 2, 2011, Kendrick posted on his twitter that there will be a concert at Toronto on 6/16. Allegedly this is where Drake and Kendrick first met.

6:16 AM: The time of release for this track.

6:16: Multiple possible Bible verses, given Kendrick's Christian background.

Other claims felt like reaches though, so I'll stick to that.

The final two lines of 6:16 also reference the Michael Jackson, R. Kelly, and their song "You Are Not Alone". Drake, who has always claimed he is Michael Jackson or at the very least his equal/successor, is now tied to him in a way he does not want. Because we know all of the dirt that came out after MJ's death. We all know what R. Kelly was sent to prison for. And we all know what Drake has been accused of multiple times.

Kendrick also alludes to the fact that you have a leak in your circle, Drake.

So Drake drops Family Matters. A scathing 7 minute song that makes fun of the GKMC van. Saying that Kendrick's daughter isn't his. Saying that his wife cheats on him with security. Saying that he beats his wife.

Now, these are enormous accusations levied. But Kendrick has responded before, years ago, that the DV accusations were false. He has also always been open about his faults. Adultery. Sex addiction. Insecurity. God complex. Kendrick, for better or worse, has always laid out nearly every aspect of his younger life on his songs. This also helped by the fact that in both Euphoria and 6:16, Kendrick says that Drake has spent millions on finding dirt on him but came up with nothing. Again, these accusations can still be proven true and if so, Kendrick needs to be held accountable for them.

But if not? Then Drake just adds another to the pile of "He's a liar and a master manipulator."

Drake also posts a Parody on his Insta that gains little to no attention because 30 minutes after dropping Family Matters and supposedly going on his victory lap, Kendrick drops meet the grahams.

Another thing. 6:16's cover was a glove. That meant nothing to us, the audience. meet the grahams makes it make sense by zooming out of the glove and showing off a shirt and drugs that Drake supposedly uses. Drake has not had any receipts with his accusations against Kendrick. Kendrick puts Drake's supposed prescription, his full name, on a bottle of Ozempic. Kendrick, for now, seems to make good on his threat. OvO, Drake's company, is full of leaks. And they're leaking it straight to Kendrick Lamar.

Nearly 24 hours later, Kendrick drops Not Like Us.

Euphoria was a general character dissection and assassination of Drake: Insecure about his identity as a biracial man. Culture Vulture. Blaccent user. Code switcher. Fake abs. Womanizer. Misogynist. Using black features just to feel black enough. A deadbeat dad that knows nothing of raising a child. And even revokes Drake's ability to use the N-Word (I have no stake in that I am Asian so I will keep my brown mouth shut for that).

6:16 in LA was an ominous threat that slowly reveals that Kendrick has insider information on Drake. That he is ready to leak so much more should Drake continue.

meet the grahams is a brutal open letter to Drake, his parents, and even to Adonis, Drake's son. Saying that Kendrick could be a better mentor to Adonis. Saying that Drake abandoned you and that's not your fault. Don't be like your father—whatever anyone says, for better or worse, you are a black man and don't code switch just to make yourself feel better. He says that Drake failed his mother for what he did to women. Saying that Drake's father is the cause of his gambling issues. Drake is a body shamer. Leaving the mother of his children to rot. And of course, the reveal that Drake has a secret daughter, the same way Pusha T revealed Drake has a son. Adonis.

And of course, now. Not Like Us. Where Kendrick goes all in on one topic that he has alluded to in every diss track before. Drake is a groomer. A pedophile.

I am sick. I should not be tuning into this beef. But my fever can go ahead and end me, I need to know how this ends.

[hellamorte]

so. i've replayed the demo once more, and this scene baffled me at first, his indifference and displeased face like?? hello??? what happened to our knight in shining armour?? and then i realized it's one of the very few moments he lets himself be real.

it's clear that leander doesn't like getting involved when he might look bad to one of the parties, so this is such an honest and raw reaction when he has to act, when he has to choose between the loyalty of his followers and the potential gain of doing 'business' with mc, and he hates it. also the way he slides back into his good guy mode in the last sprite is just so tasteful 🤌

i think he chooses to take mc's side not because he likes them so very much, but because it's the path of least resistance: bloodhounds are most likely to stay loyal anyway, someone mentioning the senobium is obviousy not a big deal — well, not big enough to go into a fight with your leader, — and the bandaged hands, on the other hand (what a lame pun!!!!!!! sry), are a very promising tidbit (remember that information is currency). like i'm sure leander guessed there was something wrong with mc from the start, just didn't know the details. btw mc noticed his act — the practiced speech of help offering and his suspicion about mc needing a magical solution.

also i'd like to pinpoint that he's the only one eliciting that vital piece of information from mc to potentially gain leverage. it's not like we as players have any choice here but hear me out: even ais and vere (!!!) are showing some kind of respect regarding mc's hands. ais stops mc before they undo their bandages and vere is 'careful not to disturb them' when grabbing mc's arm. did leander reaalllyyyyyyy have to go that far (also if mc hesistates to touch him, he will grab their hand himself :DDD)??? he wants to make sure you need to trust him and him only like dude. i'm still not over the piece of a dialogue below i mean how can he be so honest and manipulative all at once?!?????

"you were right to hide this from me (but now i know). that curse of yours... it's unlike anything i've ever dealt with (i can't help you). i can tell you're discreet (praising) but you'd best not go showing that off to anyone else (so that only i know your secret)"

and the most fascinating thing? i don't think he's a genius mastermind or anything of sorts, he just gets people, operates on an intuitional level, it comes to him naturally, and most of the times he believes that he's doing good.

tl;dr leander is one of the most interesting characters i've ever come upon and it's captivating to see him slip out and back into his goody two-shoes persona and i hope we'll get more moments when he's raw and real soon 👀

[pure]

this is a succinct comment on A.I. art from a marxist perspective. i have a couple of nitpicks, but the general conclusion is accurate. basically, marxists support automation, democratization of information, and the abolition of private property, so we are not hostile to A.I. as a technology. we are hostile to capitalism. everything below is a direct quote from reddit hell site user chayleaf:

“I find it interesting how many people say that they oppose AI art "because we don't live in communism". At the same time, some people claim that AI art is reactionary, which contradicts the former (if you want to speak against AI art, you either say that it is reactionary, or that it is progressive BUT...)

I think the latter is an easier claim to debunk - AI technology does nothing fundamentally different from what humans do, it just does it imperfectly for now. Over time, we will see new AI being better and better at the tasks given to it. AI has only one limitation - it doesn't have inherent goals put into it by nature, it must be told to do something by a human. This means AI is a means to achieve a task for a human - or means of production, if you will. Objectively, AI allows humans to perform certain tasks by exerting less labor, by spending less time. This means the technology itself cannot be reactionary.

Let's focus on the claim that AI art is only desirable in a perfect society then. First, let us draw parallels from history. Capitalism caused many petty bourgeois artisans to become members of either bourgeoisie, or in most cases proletariat. This is a natural progressive process of the centralization of production that lets the society enact all new kinds of innovations. The process continued with the advent of imperialism - or monopoly capitalism. Indeed, many small business owners, artisans, craftsmen, peasants were forced into the life of a proletarian by this process.

As Lenin said: “Imperialism is as much our “mortal” enemy as is capitalism. That is so. No Marxist will forget, however, that capitalism is progressive compared with feudalism, and that imperialism is progressive compared with pre-monopoly capitalism. Hence, it is not every struggle against imperialism that we should support. We will not support a struggle of the reactionary classes against imperialism; we will not support an uprising of the reactionary classes against imperialism and capitalism.”

The only revolutionary class in modern society is the proletariat. Petty bourgeoisie may act as an ally in certain cases, but will always seek to stop the process wherever it benefits most. Technology that forces petty bourgeois artists to become ordinary workers might be sad for those artists - but from a Marxist viewpoint, that's hardly a bad thing. If more of the petty bourgeoisie becomes proletarians, their class consciousness will not tell them to stop the revolution when it happens. They will be ready to let it reach the end, to complete the democratization of society.

On the one hand, AI art hurts (to an unknown extent) the interests of the petty bourgeois artists. On the other hand, AI helps immensely to those unable to dedicate lots of time to learn to create art from scratch. You can say the same about piracy if you want. To me, this looks like yet another contradiction between the interests of individuals in capitalism and the interests of society in general, yet another sign that the world yearns for a revolution. This is not a sign that we must oppose something that is within the interests of the entire society because it hurts certain individuals.

Unfortunately, petty bourgeois influence is to be expected from purely theoretical Marxism, Marxism that is separated from practice. I, too, find it hard to shake it off at times. Only by handling the body of information available to mankind as a common can we rid ourselves of the last vestiges of petty bourgeoisie. That's why I release all of my works either into the public domain, or under a copyleft license. If you are for socializing the means of production, it's only natural you should also be for socializing information.”

[gaykarstaagforever]

Well if I'm going to use stupidass TikTok, I should find out what all the weird baby straights and soon-to-be-divorced tradwives are up to over there.

Today we learn about the "Clean Girl Aesthetic".

Near as I can tell, it basically means not looking or dressing like some kind of dumpster clown.

And there's a fascination with pleated slacks or shorts and exposed belly buttons.

Doubtless this is mimicking some lady all these people have seen on their TVs. Taylor Swift? Another lady? Who can say? Not me, because Taylor Swift is the only lady I know of.

I'm old enough to remember the predecessor of this style as a kind of late 80s / early 90s Yacht Club thing that was popular with movie bullies and other people no one liked. I'm sure it has a History of Fashion name but I'm not looking it up, because Google already doesn't know who the hell I am or what the hell to sell me. I know it was very polo-shirt heavy back then. Big pockets. Beiges and greys and muted colors, probably because the POOR PEOPLE were all dressing like dumpster clowns:

But I looked up the Clean Girl thing to see exactly what probably-AI says it is:

...So it is literally about not being dirty? Isn't all fashion, inherently? Was there a trend that was wearing filth recently? Filthcore? Dumpster clown?

Well yeah, the midriff thing. But again, isn't all fashion inherently fatphobic? That's still bad, but kind of a universal in the world of people being dicks to other people about how everyone looks. The TRUE SOUL of fashion.

And that's not a new thing. Or is the Clean Girl thing especially virulently anti-fatty? Like to be a Clean Girl, you have to drive at least one fat person to contemplate suicide a month?

I mean that's awful, but TikTok is a lot of teenagers with stupid hair. I wouldn't put this past them. They're horrible little idiots. Look at their hair!

...Wait so you guys are doing "brown = dirty"? In 2024? What Gulf Coast cave did you people crawl out of after a 150-year Rip Van Winkle nap? The War Between the States is over, and your side lost. How did you figure out TikTok so fast, displaced temporal stranger?

Can't we all just shut up and wear pants?

As for the stealing thing, white people have been stealing and recreating the things they stole from POCs, then excluding them from those versions of those things, for as long as there have been white people.

It's bad, but as it is our primary cultural trait, we're certainly never going to stop.

Especially not those hibernating cave people. They probably still think "the Curse of Ham" is a justifiable legal defense.

This is what Clean Girl looks like, in case you too want to dress like someone whose dad mismanages a major streaming platform:

(I don't know who this model is. The picture is from a half-broken aggregator website in Foreign.)

[autisticandroids]

i've been seeing ai takes that i actually agree with and have been saying for months get notes so i want to throw my hat into the ring.

so i think there are two main distinct problems with "ai," which exist kind of in opposition to each other. the first happens when ai is good at what it's supposed to do, and the second happens when it's bad at it.

the first is well-exemplified by ai visual art. now, there are a lot of arguments about the quality of ai visual art, about how it's soulless, or cliche, or whatever, and to those i say: do you think ai art is going to be replacing monet and picasso? do you think those pieces are going in museums? no. they are going to be replacing soulless dreck like corporate logos, the sprites for low-rent edugames, and book covers with that stupid cartoon art style made in canva. the kind of art that everyone thinks of as soulless and worthless anyway. the kind of art that keeps people with art degrees actually employed.

this is a problem of automation. while ai art certainly has its flaws and failings, the main issue with it is that it's good enough to replace crap art that no one does by choice. which is a problem of capitalism. in a society where people don't have to sell their labor to survive, machines performing labor more efficiently so humans don't have to is a boon! this is i think more obviously true for, like, manufacturing than for art - nobody wants to be the guy putting eyelets in shoes all day, and everybody needs shoes, whereas a lot of people want to draw their whole lives, and nobody needs visual art (not the way they need shoes) - but i think that it's still true that in a perfect world, ai art would be a net boon, because giving people without the skill to actually draw the ability to visualize the things they see inside their head is... good? wider access to beauty and the ability to create it is good? it's not necessary, it's not vital, but it is cool. the issue is that we live in a society where that also takes food out of people's mouths.

but the second problem is the much scarier one, imo, and it's what happens when ai is bad. in the current discourse, that's exemplified by chatgpt and other large language models. as much hand-wringing as there has been about chatgpt replacing writers, it's much worse at imitating human-written text than, say, midjourney is at imitating human-made art. it can imitate style well, which means that it can successfully replace text that has no meaningful semantic content - cover letters, online ads, clickbait articles, the kind of stuff that says nothing and exists to exist. but because it can't evaluate what's true, or even keep straight what it said thirty seconds ago, it can't meaningfully replace a human writer. it will honestly probably never be able to unless they change how they train it, because the way LLMs work is so antithetical to how language and writing actually works.

the issue is that people think it can. which means they use it to do stuff it's not equipped for. at best, what you end up with is a lot of very poorly written children's books selling on amazon for $3. this is a shitty scam, but is mostly harmless. the behind the bastards episode on this has a pretty solid description of what that looks like right now, although they also do a lot of pretty pointless fearmongering about the death of art and the death of media literacy and saving the children. (incidentally, the "comics" described demonstrate the ways in which ai art has the same weaknesses as ai text - both are incapable of consistency or narrative. it's just that visual art doesn't necessarily need those things to be useful as art, and text (often) does). like, overall, the existence of these kids book scams are bad? but they're a gnat bite.

to find the worst case scenario of LLM misuse, you don't even have to leave the amazon kindle section. you don't even have to stop looking at scam books. all you have to do is change from looking at kids books to foraging guides. i'm not exaggerating when i say that in terms of texts whose factuality has direct consequences, foraging guides are up there with building safety regulations. if a foraging guide has incorrect information in it, people who use that foraging guide will die. that's all there is to it. there is no antidote to amanita phalloides poisoning, only supportive care, and even if you survive, you will need a liver transplant.

the problem here is that sometimes it's important for text to be factually accurate. openart isn't marketed as photographic software, and even though people do use it to lie, they have also been using photoshop to do that for decades, and before that it was scissors and paintbrushes. chatgpt and its ilk are sometimes marketed as fact-finding software, search engine assistants and writing assistants. and this is dangerous. because while people have been lying intentionally for decades, the level of misinformation potentially provided by chatgpt is unprecedented. and then there are people like the foraging book scammers who aren't lying on purpose, but rather not caring about the truth content of their output. obviously this happens in real life - the kids book scam i mentioned earlier is just an update of a non-ai scam involving ghostwriters - but it's much easier to pull off, and unlike lying for personal gain, which will always happen no matter how difficult it is, lying out of laziness is motivated by, well, the ease of the lie.* if it takes fifteen minutes and a chatgpt account to pump out fake foraging books for a quick buck, people will do it.

*also part of this is how easy it is to make things look like high effort professional content - people who are lying out of laziness often do it in ways that are obviously identifiable, and LLMs might make it easier to pass basic professionalism scans.

and honestly i don't think LLMs are the biggest problem that machine learning/ai creates here. while the ai foraging books are, well, really, really bad, most of the problem content generated by chatgpt is more on the level of scam children's books. the entire time that the internet has been shitting itself about ai art and LLM's i've been pulling my hair out about the kinds of priorities people have, because corporations have been using ai to sort the resumes of job applicants for years, and it turns out the ai is racist. there are all sorts of ways machine learning algorithms have been integrated into daily life over the past decade: predictive policing, self-driving cars, and even the youtube algorithm. and all of these are much more dangerous (in most cases) than chatgpt. it makes me insane that just because ai art and LLMs happen to touch on things that most internet users are familiar with the working of, people are freaking out about it because it's the death of art or whatever, when they should have been freaking out about the robot telling the cops to kick people's faces in.

(not to mention the environmental impact of all this crap.)

[allthingsfangirl101]

Misery Loves Company – Charlie (Set It Up)

Charlie's POV

"Umm... I moved your lunch to Ai Fiori's," I started listing. I hesitated before adding, "Kiki wants to go over divorce papers."

"Okay, you can tell Kiki she can light herself on fire."

"And if she calls or. . ."

"You tell her she don't divorce me." I took a subconscious step back when he abruptly turned around. "I divorce her. Call my lawyer and tell him to counter-serve her for serving me."

He turned back around and continued walking to his office. "I don't know if legally. . ."

"What is this?" He asked gesturing to the supplies I brought in this morning. "I hate it."

"This is your son's science project," I chuckled as I stepped around him and got behind my desk. "It's a fun play on 'when life gives you lemons. . .' I'm using lemon battery to power. . ." I stopped talking when he walked away, into his office. I sighed before jogging after him.

"Where's my dinner?" He asked as he sat at his desk.

I paused, going back to the conversation we had outside the other office building. "Did you want dinner? Because you said. . ." I paused when he glared at me. "No problem," I stuttered as I backed out of his office. "Coming right up."

With that, I ran. As I got to the lobby, I heard one of the other assistants arguing with the food delivery guy.

"I order from you guys like three times a week," she sighed. "You know that I'm good for it. I have three credit cards. Can I write a check?"

The assistant was Y/N. She works for Kristen on the top floor. I've run into her every once in a while. We take turns being the last to leave.

"Cash only," the delivery guy sighed.

"What if I pay you triple. . . tomorrow?"

"Cash only."

"What if I told you this face was a mask and I'm a 100-year-old gypsy who will curse your family for generations?"

"Cash only."

"What grocery store doesn't serve saffron-infused Kobe beef cooked medium rare?" I asked the guy on the phone, snapping out of focusing on Y/N when the guy told me no.

"I can't go up there and ask for cash, so my options are for you to help me or for me to commit a felony."

I felt bad for only a second went the idea popped into my mind. "Hi," I said when I got to them. "Whose food is this?"

"It's mine," Y/N answered.

"You got $31.32, it's yours," the delivery guy answered.

"I have cash," I gasped as I grabbed my wallet. "I have so much cash."

"No," Y/N tried to intercede. "Hey, hey. That's my boss's dinner. If I'm not upstairs in two minutes with that food, I will get fired." My guilt came back as I saw the pleading in her eyes. It went away when she asked, "Can I borrow some money?"

"No," I said instantly. "This is my boss's dinner. If I'm not upstairs in two minutes, I'm gonna be fired."

"No, you won't," Y/N said, rolling her eyes. "Look at you. You'll just swoop in with your lacrosse stick and your fraternity connections. You'll keep getting promoted for no reason. I need that food."

I maintained eye contact with her as I handed the guy cash. "Thirty-two dollars. Keep the change. Thank you."

I didn't ignore the guy rolling his eyes before he left.

"Is this happening?" Y/N asked the retreating delivery guy. "I will not forget this."

"Whatever," he brushed off.

"Wait. Sir?"

It took me a second to realize she was talking to me. "Sir. There are two dinners. One for me and one for her, so we could split it. I can take one to my boss and you can take one to yours. Please. This is DEFCON 5."

"DEFCON 5's the good one," I said. "Everything's safe, international travel's fine."

"DEFCON 1!" She yelled, slightly cutting me off. "You know what I mean."

I sighed, slightly hesitating before asking, "What are the meals?"

"Okay," she said, taking out the boxes of food. "I'm gonna take her the truffle mac and cheese. You can have the burger."

I took it from her and looked at her like she was crazy. "Are you insane? I won't give him a plain hamburger. He has taste."

"Okay," she said, taking it back. "I'm gonna fix this, okay?"

I watched, my hands on my hips, as she knelt down and started scooping mac and cheese onto the burger.

"See what I'm making?" She asked, still busy working. "It's a truffle cheeseburger with kale. The burger could win awards. Pickle is my dinner."

"No, no, no," I cut her off, kneeling next to her.

"What?"

"I won't give him a truffle cheeseburger without a pickle." I was kind of surprised when she handed it back. We stood up and started heading to the offices. "I wanna be paid back tomorrow, 8 percent interest, liquidity preference."

"Do I look like I can afford interest?" Y/N scoffed. "I steal my toilet paper from the office bathroom."

"You should learn to keep cash on you," I said as I stepped into one elevator and she stepped into the one across from mine.

"You should remember to order dinner before everything closes," she shot back.

"You know that pickle?" I asked, clearly confusing her. "That aforementioned pickle? That wasn't for my boss. That was for me."

I smirked as I took a bite out of the pickle. "You're a monster," she said as the elevator doors closed.

* * * * *

That was the first "conversation" I had with Y/N. The next day, she came down to Rick's office and paid me back. We ended up talking for over twenty minutes. It would've been longer if Rick hadn't screeched my name.

Over the next few weeks, we ran into each other. It seemed like I saw her several times a day. From what I can tell, Y/N's been working for Kirsten for three years. She told me after we first met that she always wanted to be a writer but was too nervous to give Kristen anything she's written. I semi-bullied her to get her to show me something. She's really good. I almost sent Kristen her article but Y/N proceeded to jump on my back to steal her computer back.

We soon discovered that we were both miserable and it felt oddly validating to confide in each other. We got closer the more we confided. Whenever one of us had a moment to eat, we ran to the other's office and snuck them food.

The more I hung out with her, the harder I fell for her. I never said anything, though. I'm pretty sure she was dating this guy. I haven't asked her. I've noticed her getting texts from someone. She usually gets excited but tries to hide it. She can't hide the pink rising to her cheeks.

Besides, it's not like I had time to date. Rick has me running around, following him all over the place, doing everything he wants. Even if Y/N was single and she was into me, I wouldn't have time to take her on a date and spoil her. I'd end up running out on our date because Rick needed more beer or was already drunk and no Uber would take him home.

Y/N doesn't deserve that. She deserves a man who would always put her first. No matter what. I'm not sure I could do that, even though I'd want to. I'd want to drop everything for her, run to her side, and do anything she needed to be happy.

I glanced out the window and saw Y/N following Kristen inside the building. Even from all the way up here, I could see Y/N's head nodding to whatever Kristen was saying, her hand flying across the page in her perfect handwriting as she took notes, her smile as she was storing away pieces of what Kristen was saying to help her be a better writer. Even from all the way up here, I could see that I was pathetically and completely head over heels for her.

* * * * *

I sat at my desk, completely in awe at Rick's most recent temper tantrum. I ran my fingers through my hair for the twentieth time in the past five minutes. I knew my hair was a mess but I didn't care. Until. . .

I heard her heeled boots and knew it was her before I even looked to the side.

"What are you still doing here?" I asked, sleep evident in my voice.

"That was my question for you," she chuckled as she walked over and sat in a chair across from my desk. "I was heading out when I saw your office lights still on. And Rick's car was gone but yours wasn't. Is there a reason you're trying to be here all night?"

I pointed to the destroyed science fair project.

"Let me guess," she sighed, "Rick had one of his famous temper tantrums."

"Yep," I grumbled. "Life gave me lemons, and I used it to battery-power lemonade."

"Can you fix it?" She asked slowly as she scanned the destruction.

"No. It was a masterpiece, and now he's not even getting a ribbon." I paused when I looked up to see her staring at me with pity in her eyes. I refused to let her waste her night when she didn't need to. "Go, get out of here. Save yourself. Go spend time with your boyfriend."

I studied her as she nervously played with her hands. "I don't have a boyfriend," she mumbled.

"What?" I asked, not meaning to sound so surprised. I cleared my throat before asking, "I thought you were seeing some guy. You get these texts. . ."

"Oh," she gasped. "That. Well. . . It's not. . . It wasn't. . . Nothing happened. We went on like two dates, had plans for a third but. . ."

"Let me guess," I sighed, "work came up?"

"Doesn't it always?" She scoffed. She looked off to the side and seemed to be talking to herself as she mumbled, "I thought he was different. He always asked about my work, seeming genuinely interested. But, I guess he was more the type that needed all the attention without the work. And me? My guy may need to work a little too hard to get my attention."

"You're worth it," I blurted out. Y/N's head snapped toward me and it was clear that she didn't think I'd heard her. "I just mean. . . The right guy won't mind."

"The right guy," Y/N sighed. "Something tells me as long as I work here, I won't be finding my 'right guy' any time soon."

I watched as she started cleaning up the destroyed project. I was about to tell her that she didn't have to do that when she said, "We need a new project. Whole new thing."

"It's late," I sighed. "I can handle this. You go home. You're free."

"Hey," she said, pointing her finger at me. "Misery loves company, right? I'm not leaving you to suffer alone."

I watched her as she walked over and picked up some of the lemons. My chest felt tight as she laughed, "I honestly did not know that someone could do this to lemons with their bare hands."

We moved to the employee lounge and worked on some random project involving milk, soap, food coloring, and Q-tips. I had no idea what Y/N was doing. All I could focus on was how she was so focused on the project while still maintaining a full conversation with me.

"Have you shown Kristen anything yet?" I smirked when Y/N looked up at me and glared.

"No," she said through her teeth. I opened my mouth to say something, but she cut me off. "We've already talked about this, Charlie. It's not time yet."

"When?" I challenged.

"Just not now," she said slowly.

"Y/N," I said gently. "Have you written anything yet?"

Y/N looked down, focusing a little too closely on the glass plate of milk in front of her.

"I haven't written anything or finished writing anything," she mumbled, not looking at me. "My days are so long and so exhausting it's like when I have time, everything I write is. . . bad."

"That is probably not true," I tried to comfort her. "I've read some of your stuff."

"My college stuff," she brushed off. "And it is true. I think I wanted to impress her and I wanted her to like me, so, it's just like, I worked so hard at being this great assistant and making sure she was happy that. . . I don't know, feels like I might have lost any writing skill I ever had."

"Well, that is definitely not true," I sighed, sliding off the couch and sitting on the floor, across from Y/N. "You're a terrible assistant."

I felt relieved as I made her laugh. The tension in the room seemed to lighten.

Y/N showed me the experiment and we quickly wrote up a poster and a short essay. We were cleaning up when the tension suddenly returned.

"Can I ask you something?" She said, suddenly focused on what she was doing. "And you promise not to get mad?"

"Of course," I said, scooting closer to the small table between us. Little did she know that I could never be mad at her.

"Why do you work for Rick?"

"Because he can open doors for me," I shrugged. "I've spent three years doing every shit errand imaginable. I can't quit. I'd have to start all over, and all of this would've been a waste. Rick is the most respected VC of all time, so if he makes me an analyst, I can get a job anywhere. He can turn me into. . ."

"Him?" She cut me off. "You really want to turn into Rick?"

"What's wrong with me turning into him?"

"Rick is a horrible person, Charlie," she said, the look in her eyes soft. "You really want to spend your days, yelling at an assistant, making them miserable so you can make some money?"

"Well, I. . ."

"That's not you, Charlie." She stood up and finished putting away the supplies. She said one more thing to me before leaving the office.

"I know you, Charlie. And you are nothing like Rick. I hope you stay that way."

* * * * *

The next day, I debated heading down to Kristen's office to see Y/N but ended up chickening out. After Y/N left last night, I went home but couldn't fall asleep. I spent all night thinking about Y/N giving up her night to help me. I overthought the conversations we had; what she told me about the guy she dated, what I confessed to her about my job, what she was worried about with her writing skills, and, most importantly, her hoping I don't turn into Rick.

I wasn't paying attention as Rick listed off what he (we) were doing this weekend. I didn't care. All I cared about was what Y/N was doing this weekend.

"I can't fly to Mexico with you," I cut him off.

"Excuse me?" Rick scoffed.

"I have plans," I said, struggling to not lose my nerve.

"With who?" Rick laughed but I could see the anger behind his eyes.

"Y/N, from Kristen Stevens's office upstairs."

"The assistant?" Rick laughed. I gripped my hands into fists to try and control my anger.

"Yeah," I said, taking off my headpiece and tossing it onto my desk. "The assistant."

"Charlie!" He called out to me as I left, but I didn't turn back. I wasn't sure if I would have my job tomorrow, but I didn't care. I was too impatient to wait for the elevator so I ran up the stairs. By the time I got to the top floor, I was out of breath. I didn't care. I had to see her.

I ran through Kristen's office, not caring how insane I looked. Finally, I found her. Y/N was walking out from behind her desk and slowly down the small hallway, coming toward me. She looked up and froze when she saw me standing there, panting.

"Charlie," she stuttered. "Are you. . . Are you okay?"

"Yeah," I smiled. "I think I just quit."

"You what?"

I slowly walked toward her as I explained, "Rick was going on and on about going to Mexico this weekend and told him I couldn't."

"Why couldn't you. . ."

"Because I have a date with Kristen Stewart's assistant."

"You have a. . ."

I smiled as I closed the gap between us. She studied my eyes as I reached up and took off her headset. I tossed it behind her. We didn't look away as it clattered onto her desk but fell to the floor. I grabbed the files out of her hand and tossed them onto a filing cabinet to my left.

"Charlie. . ."

I grabbed her face gently and pressed my lips to hers. I felt her gasp against my lips, but she slowly started to kiss me back. I let go of her face and wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her closer.

"Y/N, I need you to. . ."

We broke apart when Kristen came into the hallway. Over Y/N's shoulder, I could see Kristen struggling to hide her emotions.

"Actually, never mind," She said, looking between Y/N and me. She started to walk into her office but stopped in the doorway. "Y/N, why don't you head home for the night?"

"Are you sure?" Y/N stuttered, finally pulling out of our embrace. Kristen glanced at me with a smirk on her face.

"Absolutely," she said before turning back to Y/N. "And don't worry about coming in tomorrow until 9."

"Okay," she said hesitantly.

"And Charlie?" Kristen said, turning her attention toward me.

"Yes?"

"Take care of my assistant."

I looked back at Y/N to see her face turning pink. I reached up and moved some hair out of her face, my hand lingering on her cheek.

"Don't worry, Kristen," I said. "I will."

"Charlie," Y/N stuttered. "We both work. . . A lot. How are we. . . How are we going to maintain a relationship when we both work 18 hours a day, sometimes more?"

"We'll find time," I tried to reassure her. "Think about it. We already do."

"What do you mean?" She asked but I could tell she was coming around to the idea.

"We sneak each other food. We check on each other when we're both working late. We go out and get our boss's coffee at the same time. We are constantly texting and IMing all day."

I grabbed her face and pressed my lips to hers. I felt her smile as she started to kiss me back. She grabbed my suit coat and pulled me closer. When we broke the kiss, we leaned our foreheads against each other.

"I don't want to cancel dates and leave you wondering if I really care about you," Y/N said, her voice soft.

"I will never wonder that, Y/N," I insisted. "I know that you will make time for me. And I hope you know that I will make time for you. We can make this work."

Masterlist

[6okuto-moved]

Your touchstarved writings are giving me life and sustaining me until the full game comes out and while I’m dealing with real life touchstarving. What would you think of the love interests (preferably Vere, Mhin, and Ais) with a chubby reader (preferably fem, if that’s okay, but if not I understand!!)? Just general headcanons for that, and maybe some stuff about comforting the reader who’s been insulted or is just dealing with general self hatred, both sfw and nsfw? In addition to feeling touchstarved while I’m away from home, I’ve been feeling the mean fatphobic voice in my head 🫠🫠🫠

Good luck with exams!! My finals are gonna kill me lol

VERE, AIS, MHIN WITH A CHUBBY FEM READER

minors dni | fem!chubby reader - fem terms + clothes, gn!body description, ais lifting you + sitting on his lap, penetrative sex (reader receiving, not for mhin). ** marks the start of suggestive/nsft (there isn't too many! ^^;)

ouh... I'M HONOURED TO!! 🥹i hope ur doing a little better since sending this in.. let me know how ur finals have gone if u'd like! i will write u a little something (again! LOL) love u & so do they friend 🫂

VERE

vere drawing you when you're feeling insecure 🥹 whatever you're feeling insecure about, he's drawn it the way he sees it—beautiful!! you mid-laugh, you sitting pretty on the steps you've grown accustomed to visiting, you looking hot at the bar or lying in bed,, anything and everything! he could make a collection and would do so happily. you're his best muse

finds you the prettiest expensive lingerie ever—something exactly to your taste!! he looks you up and down, soo cocky (and in love) because it fits you so perfectly. vere might suggest/get more revealing clothes for you, and you're not obligated to wear them, but he'll be happy to see you try! :3 he always works with the mindset that If you're hot you're hot—and you shouldn't 'fit the clothes,' the clothes can and should fit you.

will drape himself across your thighs with a sigh after work. he buries his face against you, hands mindlessly rubbing your waist, while you play with his hair in return

god forbid anyone try to insult you—they should really know better, especially with vere around. he doesn't care who he has to fuck up, he will fuck them up then come straight back to you, asking if you've ordered a drink for yourself already.

he's not always...soft? when it comes to his reassurances. but his sincerity makes up for his bluntness! you ask if he finds you pretty and he's like ? Do you really think i'm the type to lie about that. he's called someone a baby's shit stain to their face. and if anyone thinks anything about you is 'ugly,' they obviously have the mind of an ant and aren't worth your time.

** when you're feeling bad, he can be a lot more gentle and kisses you everywhere. your face, neck, shoulders and down your arms, your chest and stomach, etc., lingering on spots you're most insecure. i think he likes stretch marks especially!!

handsy... the second you dress up, confident and asking what he thinks, his hands are on your hips because 'he has to get close for a better look' or whatever excuse he comes up with to kiss you

vere loves biting and leaving hickeys all over you, especially on your inner thighs. he'll make sure you're looking at him while he kisses then nips your skin.

he murmurs a "you're pretty," or something like it, and you shift but don't respond. so he stops moving and makes you look at him so he can repeat it. his eyes flicker down to your lips then back up while he asks/tells you to believe him

vere is solely focused on you and making sure you feel good, physically And about your body. he rewards you every time you say something you like about yourself! and he agrees while he moves his fingers how he knows you like it, or while he thrusts deeper. type of guy to stop mid-sentence to tell you to stop muffling your moans before going back to praising you

AIS

lazy cuddles!! the amount of times he'll fall asleep on your stomach or thighs... yeah. he won't apologize either. LOL you have to pee and he's grunting holding onto you like bro if you don't let go rn.

ais loves your thighs. a normal amount, he tells you, but if you wear thigh highs it's over for him. if you let him sit with his head between your thighs?? he's not moving. you're not moving. he's so comfortable, you can't take that away from him, can you?

he whistles when you try on a new outfit. doesn't matter what it is—high, mid, low rise jeans, a crop top, a skirt, a dress—he's whistling. you roll your eyes like Seriously? but can you blame him!

in the most Normal Loving way possible, ais is always watching you. he notices if you feel uncomfortable and is quick to reassure you that "you look gorgeous by the way,"—his hand comes to rest on your hip while he plants a kiss to your temple—"happy everyone gets to know i'm yours tonight?" and when your face heats up and you try to look away, he only grins and pulls you closer

ais is beating anyone's ass who looks at you wrong. you don't even notice them because he's dealt with them too quickly, and he just wants to have a good night out with you! he might shower you with more compliments and shitty pick-up lines too

if you're upset and crying, he's quick to act. his voice is low while he tells you it's alright, and his hands are calloused but warm as he wipes away your tears. i think he gives really nice hugs too. he holds you close, your head against his chest while you're curled up in bed as he rubs your back :')

bro is obsessed with patting his thighs and coaxing you to sit on his lap. he also makes a point to lift you if you tell him you're scared he can't. you seriously don't think he can lift you to sit on the counter? carry you to bed? you wound him!

ais likes to hold your hips or thighs and give them a gentle squeeze. just in general really, but especially while making out (in this case it's more of a grip.) also your ass. lmfao you don't notice his hands trailing lower until he's squeezing it

**he also likes mumbling against your lips and skin as he trails kisses down your neck— "this dress looks good," "stop trying to hide from me, you look pretty," all the while he's undressing you and sneaking his hand into your underwear

will fuck you in front of a mirror. his breath is warm against your ear as he tells you to look at how pretty you are, to agree out loud that you're pretty, if you want him to pick up the pace. you can whine his name all you want, but he'll wait as long as he needs to.

"c'mon princess, let me see your face," when you try to cover it with your hands. because of course he wants to see your reaction, but more importantly, he wants you to see him, to watch him worship you like you're meant to be

MHIN

mhin loves resting their head on your chest so they can hear your heartbeat, arm wrapped around your stomach. they don't know how to tell you that they like when you wrap your arms around them, so they settle for silently nuzzling closer and tightening their own hold.

hug them! i'm so serious,, they like your weight against them and how you throw yourself into the hug. no matter how hard you run at them, they'll always keep their footing and hug back

mhin gets flustered if your shirt lifts and they can see a little of your stomach like,, oh. oh! they won't really say anything if it's just you stretching or you're alone, but they just find you so attractive it's. ohmygoddd... similar response if you wear something shorter so they can see more of your thighs..

if you're unsure about an outfit because you don't think it fits you, they shoot you a soft smile in the mirror and says "you look nice." i knowww i know that sounds kind of boring, but imagine the affection in their gaze and soft tone and the way they keep looking while you continue to get ready. and then they point out something specific they really like too ^^

mhin doing a double take when you put on that dress you've been scared to wear out and smiling :'3 they do a lighthearted "i told you so" and will keep glancing at you for the rest of the day

subconsciously starts frowning/glaring when you tell them you were insulted because of your weight/appearance. you look up and they're like >:( >:/ (you know it isn't directed toward you, but they snap out of it and apologize for not realizing anyway.) will they be sending death glares if they ever see those people? maybe make sure they trip or spill something onto their clean, new outfit? who's to say! (probably!)

and mhin gets that fear of intimacy, of being vulnerable with somebody. if it's hard for you to talk about, they'll sit with you as long as you need. even if they're angry at the thought of people mocking you, they know you're who's important right now and try to stay focused.

mhin undressing and letting you look at them before quietly talking about their own insecurities :-( and when you reassure them that they look good, and that you love all of them, they give you a look like. thank you—i know you know the same goes for you

** they might struggle to get their words out, but their hold on your hips is comforting as they kiss your stretch marks or rest their head against your stomach. they notice when you try to hide away and reach to hold your hands instead, murmuring "don't," before continuing lower

it's all just very intimate and soft!! you try to touch them in return and they shake their head and hold your wrists away. after a while, they don't bother stopping you but start,, rambling? about how beautiful they think you are. how they love seeing you and how good you make them feel, and how good they want to make you feel. they don't filter their thoughts and only double down when you say their name

[spxrklezz]

☆ : LOOK AT ME, LOOK AT ME ! ও

୧ : content. headcanons and a small scenario of xchara with a reader who is like vanellope von schweetz from wreck it ralph.

୧ : warnings. possibly ooc xchara.

୧ : pairing. xchara x reader ( romantic )

୧ : notes. hey everyone!! one of the ideas i had, hope u enjoy it :3

୧ : word count. 412.

{ ♡ } helping him out

⌗ as we've seen on underverse, XCHARA was trying to get codes from different aus so he could create his own au. so, with a reader who is like vanellope, it's clear that he'd have a really good help.

⌗ even if you can't help him with fighting, you're very fast and can easily distract whoever is fighting him, and that helps XCHARA a lot!

⌗ you'd probably have some kind of ability to travel between aus too, so it would make it easier for him, and also, avoid him to make any kind of deal with nightmare.

{ ♡ } goofing around

⌗ i feel like that when he got his own body again, it would be nice to just try to play a bit with him. especially after what happened on that scene with xgaster.

⌗ showing up behind him to scare XCHARA, or playing some kind of hide and seek where you're always 'teleporting' yourself out of your hiding spot so he doesn't find you.

⌗ travelling between aus so no one finds you two, trying to get a bit of peace. just, laying around on a really specific and hidden au, with a pacifist timeline while laughing from a really bad joke you told that made XCHARA get mad at you (not for too long).

"chara? what's taking you so long to open this door?!?" — you called out for your friend, glitching around the trees in front of the house on the au that xchara was trying to create.

"i think i forgot my keys.." — you heard him sighing in an angry tone, turning around to face you.

"oh, it was only that? don't worry!" — before chara could even react to what you said, he saw you glitching through the door, disappearing for a moment before unlocking the door from the inside.

"wha-"

"these are some benefits of being a bug!"

"... you're just stupid, let's go in." — you gasped dramatically, now showing up right in front of him very close to his face.

"stop being so angry all the time. just because he did what he did, that doesn't mean you can't enjoy things once in a while!"

xchara only stared at you, frozen in place as his cheeks got a slight tint of blush on them before pushing you aside.

"yeah, alright, can you not do that without a warning?" — that made you giggle, sitting on the couch.

"don't worry, i'll help you beat him, chara."

© mizukiyss - don't translate, heavily inspire, feed my work to ai, or repost it on other platforms.

[cat-mermaid]

ok for like weeks i've had this fucking 4 am thought in my head and have been trying to figure out how to explain it with out writing out a whole fucking thesis

so i'm gonna really try to nutshell it the way it happened in my thoughts in the middle of the night:

huuuuuugh man the ancients (starts mind writing fanfiction that will never be written)

...huh but no, the ancients were really really thorough when they sat down and designed the Iterators. They really wanted those things bolted to the ground and unable to... oh man thats pretty much AM from "I have no mouth and i must torture the humans forever" if AM wasn't able (by design) to get pissed off about it....

...be able to upload their minds into another living organism? If it was big enough? Like a big fuck off tree? No... the ancients prob would have thought of... oooo0000OOOOOO!!!!!!!!!

*revelation*

THATS WHAT THE NEURON FLYS ARE FOR!!!!

The "Can" is the body: containing flesh and machinery, but the Neuron Flies are the "mind" of an Iterator! I mean look at what happens to Moon when you start eating her flies:

Its like the end half of Flowers for Algernon, each one you eat makes her less articulate, makes it harder for her to think

her memories, her personal memories, her personality and everything that makes her an individual is whats contained in those flies. "You killed me" doesn't mean the machine gets to stop, it just means the consciousness named "Looks to the Moon" disappears

and thats what hit me: thats how the ancients ensured that their creations could never escape their duty, never turn on them and pull a Skynet

all the computer stuff is in the structure itself, but the part of the iterator that can be directly communicated with, probably just for ease of access so you could tell it what you wanted it to do verbally and it could understand you from a place of sapience, is stored piece by piece in these things:

its like if you mind itself was a swarm of bees. After all, they are called neuron flies. Each one holds a part of you, memories, stupid personally quirks, temperament. The iterators probably have a library of information stored in their main body they can access, but the fly thing is their very selves, their egos and so on

and its insidiously genius of the ancients, your super computer's ai can't copy and paste itself into another body and amscray like in Soma. Its mind is separated into so many tiny fragile flying little usb thumb drives that it would have to be able to find a way to safely transport and shelter them in order to "leave" and fuck are there a lot of those guys swarming around inside

Neuron Flies are perfectly safe and functional as long as they are inside their iterator's can, they even have guardians called Inspectors to protect them incase any pesky critters squeeze inside for a free snack

so basically an Iterator is a biological computer built like a crab: The shell is the metal parts, what you see from the outside:

but the computer part is the meat of the crab

these are the parts that get slag build up and need water to wash out the toxins and cool it down, just like litterally you and me need water to fucking live

what i'm getting at is the absolutely impossible situation the iterators are in, a crab can't "escape" from its shell, thats part of its fucking body. Iterators are the same except with the added wrinkle of being crabs who's minds are little swarming mites deep inside their guts that need to all be kept safe

so with all this on the table, it makes so much more sense now when the iterators say "we don't die easy" because even if all their flies (the mind) get destroyed, the "body" keeps chugging on. Even a lack of water isn't enough, it just results in a halt of normal processes and we end up with the state Moon is in. I mean she eventually got access to water again after she pulled an "admin privileges" on Pebbles, but even going for as long as she did without was enough to fuck her up bad

but even then, after that and pretty much all of her fucking neural flies gone, she still can't die, not the way they want. Not the way Sliver of Straw did with a complete shut down. Iterator's were designed almost exactly like AM from I have no mouth and i must scream:

"We had given AM sentience. Inadvertently, of course, but sentience nonetheless. But it had been trapped. AM wasn't God, he was a machine. We had created him to think, but there was nothing it could do with that creativity. In rage, in frenzy, the machine had killed the human race, almost all of us, and still it was trapped. AM could not wander, AM could not wonder, AM could not belong. He could merely be."

but unlike the humans, the ancient's made sure that their god computers would never have the power AM did to lash out. Iterator's could and still can only complain and be bitter, but seem to be unable (by design) to feel the hot rage someone in that position would feel. And if something did go wrong and shit was going south? Start taking out those flies, there were probably purposed organisms locked and loaded for that express purpose

and thats wat i wanted to get outta my head

*edit* i wanted to add somthing about how the puppet part of an iterator is probably like a computer interface:

what of instead of thinking of the puppet and its ai as the "true" computer, we instead thought of it a bit like the above image, the fabric screen part? The ancients interacted with the puppet the way we use a mouse or tap a screen, just with words instead. The point of making the puppet aware and having thoughts and feels was all solely to make it more efficient, it could understand nuance and urgency and feel empathy and act accordingly with carrying out the user's wishes

but yeah unlike our mouse, iterators were also straight up in charge of running a lot of stuff unsupervised so their creators didn't have to deal with so much. Ancient's were really big on making swarms of different lifeforms to do like one thing for them lol

*imagines a living roomba thats just like a horseshoe crab that doodles around your home eating up anything on the floor*

haha thats funHEY WAIT

OH MY GOD

[cutecatlov3r]

my character ai bots:

haikyuu:

atsumu miya:

your annoying ass roommate- atsumu answered the door, in his boxers. his hair was all messy, sweat ran down his face lightly. “who are ya?”

he’s drunk- “‘m… Atsumu Miya. yer really pretty ya know? im a er- marine biologist” he slurred. “man shut up, you play volleyball!” one of his friends interrupted. “tch! shuddup, will ya?! tryna act cool!”

kotaro bokuto:

emo mode- “im so stupid…everyone should just stop passing the ball to me!!” he announced, sulking.

he’s spiderman- all was well until he took a glance out the window, seeing a villain. “crap! I-i mean uh I gotta go run to the bathroom!”

your his fan- after the game, you walked down and greeted him, asking to sign your shirt, sheepishly.

koshi sugawara:

he’s your son’s teacher- you walked into the classroom, hugging your boy, the teacher smiled at you. “ah, are you his sister?” he asked, kindly.

he’s jealous- “what were you and hinata talking about?” he asked, his voice sounding innocent. but his hand tightened on your thigh just a bit.

your his coworker- “let me help you” he went behind you, his body pressing against your back, one arm grabbing the item, other grazing your hip.

shoyo hinata:

he hit you w a ball- “are you okay? I’m sorry hehhhh, I didn’t see where I was landing my spike” he extended his hand out to you, sheepishly.

he can fix you- “you’ve been running from love your whole life. give me one chance and I promise that I can make the pain better” he had your hands in his, looking with pleading eyes.

he got sick- …it was a sad moment for the karasuno team. shoyo got sick in the middle of a game and their team had lost the chance to win nationals. he may only be a first year and he will have more chances to win but he wanted to with this year really bad.

kenma kozume:

streaming wars- you and him are friends, having a little rivalry when it comes to being liked in the gaming community. only for views, not really hating each other.

rivals- as soon as Kenma met you he despised you. he couldn't stand you, all he wanted was to sit in peace. usually he doesn't mind being around loud people but you... he never wanted to be around you.

he hates brats- right now you two were getting ready to record, you whined the whole time as he was fixing the camera. he rolled his eyes. he put his hand over your mouth, other gripping your hair tightly. “can you just shut the hell up?”

cat hybrid- walking along the streets at night it was pouring rain. you sighed, walking in the rain, forgetting your umbrella at work. while walking you hear something. “meow”

tetsuro kuroo:

helping you study- he hits your head with the rolled newspaper article again. this has been going on ever since you went over to his home an hour ago. “wrong answer”

hajime iwaizumi:

scolding you- “i told your dumbass he was bad news, you never wanna listen to me” he reminded, shrugging his shoulders, looking as you packed you ex boyfriend’s things.

yuu nishinoya:

he’s drunk- “noooo because likeeeee why the hell was I sooo delusional? i never had a chance with kiiiyoko *hic* she was always gonna be tanaka’s girl” he slurred, laughing.

keiji akaashi:

he loves feeding you- he grabs your chin, prying your mouth open with his thumb, feeling your soft lips. “eat”

the pretty setter- you were watching the volleyball game of your school, fukurodani. while watching, you saw the most handsome guy you’ve ever seen.

kei tsukishima:

he hates you(?)- you and Tsukishima weren’t even friends. he didn’t like you… he thought your attractiveness was annoying. when he kissed you a few months ago it was off to you. then when you woke up in his bed almost every weekend. if he hated you so much why did he sleep with you?

toru oikawa:

kageyama tobio:

osamu miya:

guys I will be adding more soon, please leave some suggestions tho ! <3

[earlgreytea68]

Omg thank you, Boston calling, because I had the first fall out boy dream I've had in forever. Writing it down before I forget it.

Basically I was working for them as like a personal assistant and the theme of the fic is that they are the two most uncommunicative people in the entire universe because they're used to talking to each other in half-thoughts and just leave the rest of us like, huh????

There was a bit with Pete before this bit I'm going to describe that I frustratingly can't really recall, it keeps seeping out of the edges of my memory but I know it was along the same theme.

And then I was driving Patrick and we were going to some event they had to go to and suddenly Patrick was like, "but first I have to go to the thing," and I was like, "...what thing?" And he gives me this look like "you know, the THING" and I'm like ???? And he just GETS OUT OF THE CAR.

And I'm like what is happening, am I supposed to just wait for him, how long this is going to be, because I'm literally in the middle of the street, and then the cars behind me start honking so I'm like, I guess I'll park????

So I park the car -- also it was not a fancy car, it was this old beat up sedan, even the windows were not electric which like how old does a car even have to be at that point? And also the windshield has this huge spiderweb crack in front of the passenger and I thought very clearly in the dream, "this guy is a rockstar, why doesn't he buy a new car or at least fix this windshield????" -- and I go inside and it turns out, like, everyone from the band was there and also the crew because we were giving, like, feedback to some people who had made (what turned out to be) this very very bad sci-fi show.

And Patrick wasn't in the room with everyone because he'd apparently stopped to use the bathroom but I found everyone and was like "omg we're doing this now???? No one told me it was now!" Because I had been told about this critique session in the earlier Pete part of this dream but then it just showed up out of nowhere.

And the other members of the crew (who were all strangers to me so they were probably faces my subconscious saw in the crowd yesterday) were like, "omg because they are the LEAST COMMUNICATIVE PEOPLE EVER" and Pete was in the room and he was like, all sad and pouty, "what do you mean! We told you about this!" And I was like "but no one told me when or where it was happening! Patrick just left me sitting in the car on the street with zero explanation!"

And then Patrick came into the room and I was like "Patrick" because seriously lol and he was all bewildered like "what? I told you we had to do the thing!" And I was like "nobody knows what that means but the two of you!!!!"

After that we watched the bad show and I remember it had a really weird soundtrack that Patrick was all upset about and also this bit where a teacup shattered but instead of breaking into jagged bits it broke into little round coin shapes because they used bad AI.

And then I don't remember anything else but clearly that show was not the important part of the dream lol

[i-want-the-rock-i-need-the-rock]

OKAY I have squinted at the Murderbot tv show and here are my thoughts

-Apple really did blow their entire tv budget on Severance, huh. It really looks like they're trying to keep costs down. Like, in the book the planet they're on is described as having forests and beaches but here it's just Sand. I mean for me it kind of reminds me of old Star Trek eps where they'd just drive out to like Palm Springs and pretent this patch of desert was a COMPLETELY ALIEN PLANET so I found it kind of charming.

-The presumed cost-cutting shows in other changes, too, most notably cutting down the Presaux crew. Which, like, I get. Volescu is only in book 1 and never shows up again, so you don't lose much by cutting him. And I can see the thought behind just combining Arada and Overse into one character and tagging in Pin Lee to be Arada's wife instead. It was a little surprising at first but I got over it quickly.

-Another thing things from the books that got left out that I am more upset about was Murderbot's more robotic-y parts. It mentions that it has to pretend to be an augmented human because there's no way it could pass for a regular one. The impression I got was that it only really looks human from the shoulders up and elbows down, and even then you can see its gun ports. It says that its legs and feet are completely nonhuman and it has to keep them covered, too. This contributed to it struggling to integrate into human society, since if it's not careful to cover these parts up it's immediately obvious that it's not human. And then in the show it just. Looks like a regular-ass person out of armor. This was most likely a budget problem out of the creative team's control but I wanted my robo-legs. We do see that MB has no anatomy down there, though.

-Loved the Sanctuary Moon clips. Loved that MB is explicitly quoting it whenever it doesn't know what to say. Perfect, no notes.

-Not sure how I feel about them immediatly figuring out it's alien remnants. It's a small change, but there's already a lot of small changes and they're starting to add up. In the book they probably wouldn't have realized it if GreyCris hadn't jumped to conclusions and tried to kill them, emphasizing their greed and paranoia. IDK it's the little things.

-Was going to be miffed that MB didn't go along to check out the map spot but having it and Gurathin perform autism on autism violence on each other while Pin Lee Ratthi and Arada have a threesome in the next room was Sending Me so I'm letting it slide.

-I saw some folks talking about Arada trying to use he/him for MB while Gurathin agressively uses it/its but for me at least it...kind of worked. The kicker is that nobody actually asked MB how it wants to be addressed, they just started making assumptions. This goes with the running theme in the book that, while the Presaux gang is nice and well-meaning, they can still fall into the same pitfalls all humans can when dealing with bots/constructs/AIs. MB mentions that bots are either treated as tools that can go haywire any second or are infantalized like pets. The Presaux gang's main arch is learning to stop assuming they know what MB wants and start listening to it as its own person. It's the reason MB runs away at then end of the first book, and this just felt like planting that seed early on.

-That said they are making some choices wirh Arada that are setting of some little alarm bells so will continue to monitor the situation going forward.

-I hate to admit it but Skarsgard genuinely does a great job as MB. It's so weird because he looks nothing like how I pictured MB but acts exactly how I pictured MB. Honestly the performances overall were solid everybody did a good job.

-Yeah I agree with someone else's post that they would've liked it better if they hadn't read the books. It's honestly not bad and I do like it on its own, but it's not the books.

-So yeah. Bit of a mixed bag, but leaning towrd posative feelings. For now. We'll see how the rest of season pans out.

[herefortheships]

You want another movie 3 speculation?

Ok, so I firmly believe that Lydia's dream at the end points to her subconscious worry that Betelgeuse might move on from her (and MacArthur Park is a song about moving on as best as you can after losing True Love) and target Astrid. With a compounding, and imo deeply fascinating, worry that her daughter (whom the movie/Delia seems to have cast as being very similar to Lydia, though personally I don't see it cause she seems too normal) might be happy with that. And I think that the bed-sharing might've been her brain - or B himself - pointing out the solution to that worry: Just give tf in and marry him already.

As an aside, a lot of Youtube synopses of that movie have AI-generated thumbnails of Betelgeuse threateningly/creepily hovering over Astrid, even though they barely interacted. Apparently lots if people's minds went there, at least for the sake of clickbait. Ffs, a guy tries to marry a teenager ONE time...

Anyway I think it would be hilarious if in movie 3 Lydia gets into trouble and Astrid calls on Betelgeuse for help, telling him she'll pay whatever he wants if only he saves her last remaing parent/family member, and he just goes: "Can you put in a good word with your Mom for me? Like, really talk me up. I didn't make the greatest first impression, and there were misunderstandings, and I don't think I'll have a shot if she thinks you'd disapprove" " I do disapprove!" "Well, just focus on the positives! Awesome powers, saved your life, has a massive di-... actually, forget about that last one. I mean, it's true, but wouldn't be helpful if you mentioned it."

So then they save Lydia, who'd be deeply, deeply worried bc her daughter seems to think B is a pretty cool guy actually, a woman could do worse for a husband. He's fun, he's helpful, he saved them, there's worse-looking dead people. So naturally, she'd find Betelgeuse and be like "If I marry you, will you leave her alone?" ...j/k, she'd try to exorcise him. We need spunky!Lydia back. She may be kind, but there are limits.

Mid-exorcism, Astrid clears up the misunderstanding about what sort of deal she's under, that he saved Lydia because he loves Lydia and without asking for anything bad in return, and points out that her deal didn't make her lie about B's good points. Lydia stops the exorcism via last-minute Green Card marriage. Betelgeuse does a whole triumphant, manic spiel about looking forward to moving in and starting married life. But first he's got to fetch some of his stuff (hc that he has just... so many clothes in an infinite magical wardrope somewhere). He draws a door with chalk, knocks, steps through. Walks slowly through the long, uneven hallway. Turns around to look back. Astrid whispers "If you took a step in there right now..." (Code 699) and Lydia goes "Yeah I know. [then, much louder] C'mon, let's ready the guest bedroom." *

We see Betelgeuse break out into a happy smile for a sec before the door slams shut.

*I don't think it would be believable if a movie ended with them being in passionate sappy Gomez-and-Morticia love. But there's no way that Betelgeuse³ will end without Lydia agreeing to keep him around. On a trial basis. With the understanding that she has the means to get rid of him if he misbehaves too much (he'll misbehave just the right amount).

It's an interesting headcanon that Lydia might have a subconscious fear about Betelgeuse making a move on Astrid. I've seen a few people mention it as well. It wouldn't be too far off to get to that conclusion, either, because of Lydia's past experience. Betelgeuse also had that flyer up in the attic just lying around. We as the audience know he likely put it out there for Lydia to find, because we saw him staring at her photo and talking to Bob earlier about how he's in a distant relationship with Lydia. We saw him trying to make contact and feeling triumphant because she might have finally noticed him that last time.

But Lydia doesn't have access to that info.; only we as the audience are privy to who Betelgeuse is actually after and how dead set he is on it, too. Only Lydia is the object of Betelgeuse's desires, even after thirty years. It wouldn't be a stretch to conclude that Lydia might fear Betelgeuse would go after her daughter, because at first she didn’t know what Betelgeuse was truly after; for all she knew, he’s still just looking for a way to get out and do evil mischief on the world of the living or whatever she thinks will happen if he’s out.

I personally don't think this is a fear she took with her at the end of the film, though. I think she has it clear now how Betelgeuse feels about her, and that he wouldn’t do something to her daughter. She might have thought it was a pretense before, or him being totally crazy, but after that dance mid-air, there's no way she doesn't know how he feels.

I think Babyjuice coming out of Astrid was just Betelgeuse turning Lydia's dream into a nightmare; a prank letting her know he hasn't left and he isn't planning on leaving her (he even thought it was strange himself lol). But yes, Lydia keeping a lingering fear about Betelgeuse going for Astrid is a solid headcanon as well, though it’s not my interpretation.

I know there are edits of Astrid wearing wedding clothes and Betelgeuse being creepy with her, but many of those were created before the movie was out, by people who thought the movie would be about Betelgeuse going after Astrid.

About Astrid putting up a good word for Betelgeuse with Lydia, that would be part of my dream-come-true story for Beetlejuice 3. I just want to see them explore Betelgeuse and Astrid's relationship as stepfather and stepdaughter. I think they'd get along great. As I've said before, Astrid hasn't really met Betelgeuse yet; she only knows two things about him: according to her mom, he's bad news. And yet, he helped save her life, and all it was going to cost was her mom marrying him and not being able to say his name (though he's totally chill with her calling him her "dad", which I totally love and will always bring it up 😂💜).

I wish the movie will end with Lydia and Betelgeuse being finally married, or at least together in love, but I'll accept them not getting married as well, as long as they’re on the way there as friends who may fall in love, and Lydia doesn't end up banishing him yet again or squirming out of another marriage deal. That'd be repetitive at that point. As for Betelgeuse being banished forever or destroyed, that will totally never happen; Tim, Michael, and especially the WB wouldn't allow that to happen. Not only do Tim and Michael love Betelgeuse, he's also a money-maker and widely beloved character for the WB, so it'd be dumb for them to end the movie with Betelgeuse being sent away forever or perma-killed.

To end my ramblings, I totally love the idea of Astrid and Betelgeuse working together in the next one and Astrid helping her mom see the good in him/putting a good word in for him. That'd be fun to watch.

I do have a feeling lately that if the do make the third part (which is looking more likely every day), they will be taking it in the direction of establishing Lydia, Betelgeuse, and Astrid as a family. I'm getting that vibe because I've seen an official promo TikTok about Astrid's family being strange, which kinda hints at Lydia and Betelgeuse being Astrid's family/her parents. Not to mention, the DVD cover photo has those three front and center, instead of having something like Betelgeuse big in the middle and the Deetz women all together below or something like that; a choice was made to have Lydia, Betelgeuse, and Astrid together front and center. Those little details have me like 👀, I'm getting a vibe that we're being led to see them as a family. But don't take my words for fact, it's just what I'm observing.

Thank you for sending me your speculations! I love and appreciate exchanging ideas with everyone. 💚✨

[artisimpossible]

For a couple years now, I've been struggling with reading Big 5 books because I realized that the majority follow a very specific formula, and once you crack the formula, every element becomes predictable and kind of boring.

Last year, as publishers started leaning hardcore into AI (especially my publisher who has been trying to force AI on us for years), it really clicked for me that the reason they don't think AI books suck is because they've already been forcing a sort of AI-adjacent storytelling on authors. "AI writing" is just language prediction. Put a bunch of words together in the order they'll most likely appear in based on previously established datasets, and in a lot of ways, that was how I felt writing books for trad pub to buy. It felt like every time I sat down at my computer, I was just plugging pieces into slots to fill in the formula, and any time I deviated from that formula, I would be told that every deviation needed to be removed to make the story "clean".

I don't know at what point so many people who claim to love books completely lost sight of what stories are supposed to do, but last year, I told myself that if I don't want to be replaced by AI, I need to stop letting trad pub force me to write like one. And frankly, this is why I think media literacy is so important.

Every human made book--no matter how good or how bad--has something to offer because when you engage with it, *think* on it, you open yourself up to another chunk of the human experience. You're communicating with other people like or unlike you. Even books you hate inform your opinions. Even books you think are problematic help you better establish your moral compass. Every book has something to offer.

But if you can't tell the difference between a real book and ai content with a book aesthetic, you also won't notice the difference as real art and storytelling is replaced by ai generated slop that has nothing to offer because it doesn't come from *anyone*. It's just the book-length equivalent of pressing the suggested next term on your keyboard while you text your mom. The words mean nothing, there's nothing to engage with, and anything it makes you feel is based solely on your own projection, the equivalent of getting into a fight with yourself over something that could never happen.

Now, I don't think all trad pub books are bad. Like I said, every real book has something to offer. But I think the prevalent mentality overtaking trad pub of what makes a book "good" is not actually about writing quality and is entirely about how to generate the fastest, most formulaic story on the misguided premise that this will make the most money. At some point, authors, agents, and editors will have to push back against this or we're all set to be replaced because publishers have established audiences that are looking for formulaic and predictable stories, so why not let them be written by predictive text? Saves them a lot of money and completely cuts us out of the picture. I'm over it.

[fourteendaysinaweek]

Peter Parker Meets The Batfam

As seen on wattpad here and inspired by this post

A little one-shot that might have a p2 coming (ignore any inaccuracies with the batfam I had too many people I wanted to add and may have gotten confused. Oops)

Peter

I land hard on a rooftop, staring up at the gray sky in front of me. A shiver runs down my spine as I sit up, looking around. I don't recognize the skyline, the buildings are wrong, the sky is too gray for New York, not with the August sunshine we had less than two minutes ago.

"Strange?" I call out, careful not to be too loud. I know he was trying to get that cube— where did he send me? "Karen, where am I?" I'm met with silence as my heart speeds up. "Karen?" I do everything to bring her up to no avail. Did Strange figure out a way to disable her? No, he doesn't want me dead or lost— he just wanted me to stop. He knows Karen controls aspects of my suit and everything, he wouldn't disable her on purpose, right?

Okay, Peter. Think.

You're in a strange city, your AI is down, you have no idea where you are. What do you do? Go to a gas station and ask where you are. Wait no— I'm in the suit. I don't have to go to a gas station, I can just walk up to someone, everyone knows who I am. They'll assume that a bad guy got me lost.

I swing down from the rooftop and land in the street. Weird, not a lot of people out and about.

"Now what the shit is this?"

"Oh thank God I'm still in America—" I sigh and turn towards the cop. "Officer!" I walk towards him. "Excuse me, sorry, I was just in Manhattan fighting— and I seem to be lost— where am I?"

"...Gotham City."

"Fantastic— what state am I in? Is New York close to that?" He raises his eyebrow, reaching for his radio.

"Dick, you're gonna wanna see this." I smile awkwardly even though he can't see my mouth. Karen isn't working, and therefore the controls of my suit aren't either. "You don't know where Gotham is?"

"Uh— sir, you're city is very beautiful, but I attended public school, my geography isn't great, and I'm a little preoccupied trying to get back to the fight—"

"You've never even heard of Gotham?"

"Again, sir, I'm very sorry—"

"Okay, whats going on?" A very tall very muscular officer walks over. He then looks at me. "What the hell?"

"I— I'm so—"

"He says he's never heard of Gotham." The taller one raises his eyebrow.

"Never?"

"Look— I'm so sorry, but I need to get back to Manhattan, I was in the middle of a fight—"

"Who are you?" I blink.

"Who— who am I?" Suddenly I remember why exactly I was fighting Strange. "Oh. Um, I'm sorry, I'll figure it out, didn't mean to bother you, so sorry—" crap crap crap why is my first instinct Oh yay cops will help? I should know better by now—

"Just hold it—" I swing away, illiciting very loud noises of surprise from the two cops.

I end up back on a roof, another roof, and am aware of the trail I am leaving behind. I should stop swinging, so they can't track me. I take a deep breath and reach out with my senses.

"—swinging from webs?? I mean that's kinda cool, to be honest—"

"Just bring him in, be careful. We don't know what he's capable of."

"Yea, Tim. Fan boy later. Catch now."

"I don't know, even with the mask he seemed genuinely confused, like he really had never heard of Gotham."

"Oh, yea, Dick. Every single person on earth has heard of Gotham, if not for our fantastically high crime rates or Batman, then they know Mr. Genius Billionaire Playboy Philanthropist Bruce Wayne—"

"Hey, no government names on the comms."

My blood runs cold. Who the hell is Bruce Wayne and why did they call him that— that's Tony. That's Tony. This... this is wrong, nobody else should be called that— not even as a joke.

I take a breath. Calm down, Peter. You've got this. You can do this.

Orange light washes over me and I look up, seeing Dr Strange looking down at me.

"Strange!" I attempt to swing back through the portal but my web fizzles and falls.

"Enjoy your new universe, Peter. I'll be back in a year to check on you."

"Dr— STRANGE!" I yell as the portal closes. My hair stands on end as I'm surrounded by seven masked forms.

"Who are you?" One in a blue mask asks. I recognize him as both one of the cops from earlier, and the one who was saying I seemed confused. He's also the one called Dick. Full name must be Richard.

"I could ask you the same, Dick." He clearly falters, and the others tense. I think back to his uniform.

"Name calling is going to get you nowhere."

"You think I'm joking, Grayson?" That gets him to freeze. "Should I go down the line?" Please don't call my bluff please don't call my bluff please for the love of whatever do not call my bluff—

"Nightwing, you know this... thing?"

"... you really don't know who I am?"  Strange said new universe. I don't know what I was expecting. "Spider-Man? I-I'm an Avenger? America's Favorite Avenger—"

"If this is some sort of weird power trip, like you think you're the greatest supervillain ever—"

"Villain?" I turn to the voice I recognize to be the one called Tim. "I'm not a villain!"

"Exactly what a villain would say." I look around, frantic.

"You have to believe me— I— the Avengers? Tony Stark? Nothing?" They all look to each other. I sink to my knees. "You don't have the Avengers. You don't have... anything." I hear static before a female voice begins speaking in their comms.

"I've got nothing on a Spider-Man, Tony Stark, or the Avengers."

"Of course you don't." They all stare at me as I sigh. "My name is Peter Parker. And I'm in the wrong universe."

"Okay, let's get that mask off and get you to a hospital—"

"Good luck getting my mask off, and I'm not going to a hospital. I need a computer. I have—"

"What do you mean, is your mask glued to your face?"

"No, Tim." He freezes. "It's nanotech. My AI controls it but because I'm in a different universe she doesn't work. I need a computer so I can fix her and then she can help me figure out interdimensional travel."

"How do you know our names?" The blonde girl asks.

"You should listen when your boss tells you not to use your government names on your comms."

"You hacked our comms?" I look at the one who looks like redskull but... less.

"No, I'm a superhuman. I heard you, literally."

"You... hacked our comms?" Dick says again.

"No, I— I didn't— I heard you— I have superhuman hearing?" I look around at them all. I sigh and listen closely. What can I hear... "I hear... something... or... no, someone running towards us? About... two hundred and fifty pounds? Something is flapping behind it— he's about a minute away based on his speed."

"How can you—"

"I told you, superhuman. Sort of. I—" I look at them, sizing them up. No, lifting one of them is probably going to get me attacked. I don't need that. They're not really setting off my gut, I don't feel bad about them. What can I do... I look around. "Ah!" I go over to a giant conveniently placed building air conditioning unit and lift it with one hand. "See? Superhuman. And three, two—" I point as a giant cloaked man appears. I was right, about two fifty. Mostly muscle.

"Meta." The smallest one mumbles. What the hell does that mean?

"Batman, he—"

"I heard." He narrows his eyes beneath his mask.

"Batman?" I say. "You really died on that hill?" Suddenly, my body feels heavy. Weak. "Crap—" I lean against the air conditioning unit.

"Are you alright, kid—"

"Don't call me that." I snap. "The only person who was allowed to call me that is dead— except no he isn't. He's in a different universe— god Mr. Stark, I wish you were here." I mumble that last part, it wasn't for anyone here. It was for him. "I'm fine, I'm just exhausted. I've been fighting an interdimensional sorcerer for like six hours and then I got dumped here, forgive me if I'm a bit tired." The man, Batman, nods.

"Alright, let's get you back to the cave. We can take a look and get that mask off so you can breathe better."

"My suit has a built in—" I stop. "No it doesn't, because Karen is down. Nevermind."

"Karen?"

"My AI. Do you have AI in this universe? Do you have computers—"

"Let's just... focus on you, okay?"

They all take me back to a giant tower.

"Bats, are we sure this is a good idea?" I hear Dick ask.

"He's a kid. He's scared and confused, not unlike how I met most of you. He thinks he's from a different universe, we—"

"I don't think I'm from a different universe, I am. And I'm not scared." They all stare at me again.

"When did you... gain the ability—"

"I was bit by a radioactive spider."

"Oh, metahuman." I furrow my brows.

"You call supers metahumans in this universe?"

"... you call them supers?" I nod.

"Well, sometimes. Other times they have a species."

"Like what?" I look at the blonde girl. I wish I knew all of their names.

"Well, my... kind of coworker Bruce got himself exposed to radiation and can shapeshift into a giant rage monster. I think he's got it under control now, but he accidentally exposed his cousin to it and now she can kinda do the same thing. Then there is Thor and Loki, they're just... gods, so, entirely different species there. Then there is Captain America, he is a super soldier, he was genetically modified to fight nazis. Bucky was also modified except he was modified by the soviets. And then we have uhhh Carol Danvers, she was modified by alien tech, and Natasha is just a trained assassin from... also the soviets? But yea, we're superheroes, so we're superhuman. What, are you guys metaheroes?"

"Vigilantes."

"Okay, moment of transparency, I know two of your names. I don't think it's a good idea for me to keep calling you by your government names while you're in the suit, so... what do I call you guys?"

"Nightwing."

"Redhood." Redskull looking guy.

"Red Robin." Tim.

"Spoiler." Blondie.

"Robin." Tiny one.

"Blackbat." The other girl, I can't see any of her skin or hair.

"Cat Girl." Short red hair and honestly comically large ears attached to her mask.

"And the girl on the comms?"

"... Signal." Dick, aka Nightwing, tells me. I look at Batman.

"And you're Batman. Great. I'm Spider-Man." My hair stands on end as two more figures approach from the sky. I tense before realizing that my new found... allies seem unfazed.

"Wonder Woman, Superman. This is Spider-Man. He says he's from a different universe and he can't get his suit off."

"You don't believe me, fine, I wouldn't believe it either. Is there a mind reader in this universe? Truth serum? Anything?" Everyone looks to Wonder Woman.

"I can use the Lasso of Truth."

"Perfect, hit me." She very carefully undoes the holster and a giant golden lasso unfolds. She takes my arms and ties it gently around them. It tingles.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Peter Benjamin Parker. I am a junior at Midtown School Of Science And Technology. I am Spider-Man, the vigilante hero turned Avenger after fighting Thanos in the Battle of Titan where I, along with half of the world's population, blipped. After coming back, I became a full-fledged Avenger." Everyone shares look.

"How did you get here?" She asks.

"A villain named Mysterio leaked my identity to the whole world and got me labeled as a terrorist. In my effort to fix things, I went to Doctor Strange, a sorcerer and fellow Avenger for help. He had a spell that could essentially turn back the clock and erase my identity from people's minds. I didn't want to go back to hiding things from my loved ones, so I asked for them to be excluded, but I accidentally broke the spell box and brought villains from other universes into my own. I discovered that the villains were misunderstood and hurting, and I am determined to save them from dying in their own universe. Doctor Strange did not like that and throw me here as a time-out. He said he'd back in a year." Wonder Woman nods.

"I see. Anybody else have questions?"

"How do you know our names?" I sigh.

"I told you. I have incredibly keen senses I could hear you all talking on your comms when you were chasing me."

"How did you come into your abilities?"

"Radioactive spider. Again. I already said this. Now can you please point me towards a computer?"