#i’ll write more eventually

[gtraccoon]

i literally didn’t want to post this but i need a better place to archive my writing outside of my notes app. and hey, maybe someone wants to see me write about this:

so one of my favorite concepts of TF that isn’t read into enough in my opinion is the pure amount of trauma these bots would have from the war. especially bee. bro knows nothing but fighting and working. in this au, the war is over, but he still has some problems he needs to work out, and some fear he needs to get over.

some extra background background :3

Humans are seen as luxury items, especially now since it’s taboo to kidnap them. If one warms up to a Cybertronian, they’ll never get over it.. they’re like able, to a species as fragile and afraid as a human. what’s not to brag about with that?? also, a very traumatized bumblebee

y/n= your name

y/a=your age

gender neutral reader

You wake up. Silence. Which is weird, because in this place, everything is always making noise. You swing your feet over the side of your bed, leaning and grabbing a hairbrush off of your nightstand to fix… that.

You think. Is it even worth it getting up today? You’re going to experience near death, then be pampered until you feel like a doll. Is it even—

You shiver at the cold, snapping back to reality; exhaling and dropping the brush back on your bed. You lean forward, your feet pressing gently against the concrete floor of the base. It’s cold, so you go up onto your tip-toes on instinct, bouncing around over to the door to your room. The Autobots had installed a sort of cat-door for you, though it’s just a hole in the wall with some tinsel to make it fun to walk through. The doors that are motion detected won’t detect you, so an accommodation was necessary… at least that’s what Optimus said. And decoration was just as needed, Bee insisted.

You’re not complaining, though. Having a little color in the base is nice, especially since you’re not aloud to leave and see the real world.

Bots and cons don’t necessarily live in harmony. They still dislike each other, but in the way scholars do. They’ll one up each other, not brawl it out. And since having a human is such a prestigious thing, they’re nearly consistently trying to insist you pick a side so that one can be ‘better’. Atleast enough to have their own person.

You don’t mind the cons. They’ve got work to do.. but they’re fun.

And you don’t mind the bots. They’re a lot sometimes, in whichever way that may be. But the two teams balance eachother out, and you like both. You can’t bring yourself to choose one.

So now you’re stuck with split-custody.

“Bee?” You call, reaching the wall leading to his room. You press your hands against the door, searching for the detector, when suddenly the two panels slide apart.

Revealing a gun in your face.

You shriek, and so does he, both backing up simultaneously, ending with you on your back and him still holding the damn thing up at you.

You fall silent. Bee scans you for a moment, before transforming his weapon back into a servo.

“Uh..”

“Bee, what the fuck was that?”

“Sorry, y/n—I’m sorry. I don’t know what I… I mistook you as… I’m sorry.” You don’t reply for a moment, furrowing your brows and sitting up on the ground. “…Did you think I was going to hurt you?”

Yeah.

“No. ‘Course not.”

This guy’s trauma is going to get me killed, you thought to yourself, standing up and rubbing your back. He’s grabbed you before, but he’s never pointed anything at you.

“Okay. Good. Because—“

“‘Because you’d never even potentially think of doing something like that in the entire world. Wait, no, galaxy. Wait, no, universe.’ I know, man. You say it every time.”

“Don’t phrase it like that,” he pouted. “You make it sound like I do this a lot.”

“You do do this a lot.” He giggled, then frowned again. “Bee. Are there any robot therapists? Cuz I think you need one.”

He blinked.

“Why can’t you be my ‘therapist’?”

“Because I’m y/a. I don’t have a degree in that… and I also don’t even know what you’re saying half the time.” You explain. He shrugged, just standing up a little further.

“Fair…. enough. Also, Optimus wants to talk to you.” You raise an eyebrow, then frown, turning on your heels. Might as well get this lecture over with. Optimus is fine, but he’s strict. Acts like you’re a little kid. Something wraps around your waist, lifting you up above the ground. You’re turned around, face to face with that scrap-eating grin.

“He didn’t say when.” Bee wrapped his hand around little further around you, comforting.

You scowl.

“Mariokart, y/n.”

Then you smile. The lecture can wait.

[minty364]

Danny fiddled with his tie as he waited in the hotel room they were staying at. Vlad had invited his parents to a gala and he had no choice but to tag along. His parents didn’t trust him, thinking him a delinquent since the past year his grades had tanked thanks to the ghosts that plagued his town. His sister was busy this summer touring different colleges and his friends had plans to visit their own soulmates so they were out of town. He was definitely not looking forward to the gala, he kind of figured he could hang around the dessert table and people watch. He at least his soulmate was having a better time than him, he was excited about whatever he was doing.

Danny had mixed feelings about finding his soulmate, both his friends found theirs and they seemed really happy, but since Danny didn’t even know how exactly halfas aged he felt nervous about pursuing a relationship. Vlad was already an adult when he had his accident so there wasn’t much for Danny to go on. The thought scared him a little and as he found himself staring into his reflection he sighed deeply. “Might as well get the night over with, right?” He mumbled to himself before sticking his room key into his pocket and headed out the door. 

The elevator ride was a little boring but the grand hall the gala was taking place in was rather grand. Everything from the tables to the chairs, the chandeliers, and even the plates. He glanced around the room to find his parents were already mingling with some of the elite of Gotham. He knew how embarrassing they were so he walked the long way around the room to the buffet and filled a small plate to munch on as he moved to a corner of the room. He ate in silence taking in the air of the room, no one bothered him. Vlad might have but he had mentioned a few things before they headed down that he was looking into new investors into a new venture.

Whatever that meant, probably wasn’t good for Danny but he had other things to worry about as just as he put a grape into his mouth it happened. His parents had mentioned what happened when you meet your soulmate as they were and the same thing happened to them. You’ll know as soon they walk into the same room as the feelings you feel from them grow ten fold. Then as soon as your eyes meet you feel a spark. Danny’s soulmate just walked into the room and the excitement grew. His soulmate was very excited to meet him and Danny felt himself begin to panic a little. 

The next thing his soulmate was feeling was confusion probably due to his anxiety. His thoughts began to race a little as he glanced around the room, most of the people attending the gala were older and he assumed he wouldn’t be meeting them at an event like this. Danny could feel his hands grow a little clammy as he scanned the room. He didn’t see anyone that could have been his soulmate but the feelings of slight confusion and excitement were almost overwhelming him. 

After he discarded his plate he moved towards the bathroom. Unfortunately his feet choose then to fail him, tripping himself he found himself falling to the ground when someone catches him. He glances up at their green eyes and it happens. The person in front of him was his soulmate and Danny was feeling overwhelmed with that fact, to put into words Danny thought they were gorgeous. Neat black hair, stunning emerald green eyes, his soulmate was perfect and Danny felt a little guilty for not wanting to at least meet.

Now if only he could find the right words to say, “I think I fell for you.” The word’s tumbled from his mouth before he could stop them. 

Without hesitation his soulmate responded, “I will always be there to catch you my light.”

Master Post:

Next:

DPXDC Prompt #148

Danny didn’t want to go to the gala but since all of his friends were busy with their own soulmates there wasn’t much he could argue. Vlad invited his family and him to a gala out in Gotham and his parents jumped at the opportunity to show their madness with some of the elite. Danny couldn’t wait to get home, yes he knew he had a soulmate but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to pursue them or not.

They could feel each other’s emotions and his soulmate was an angry person. Danny’s whole life his soulmate acted mad and strangely prideful. But those didn’t compare to his fear, they seemed to have gotten themselves in trouble in the past and maybe even had a few close encounters with death. They also seemed to bottle feelings up from what he could tell his soulmate might not have had the best childhood but Danny couldn’t really say much on that.

Damian knew his soulmate was kind of soft. They seemed to get annoyed at his family typical for a teen. Of all the things he noted about him his dislike of Christmas was a little odd but not everyone has to like the holidays he supposed. His mother Talia imparted on him that he should protect his soulmate with his life when he finds him so he was very determined to find them. Of course galas we’re the best place to look so he desperately asked every time his father hosted one.

[childrenofcain-if]

That one scenario where C and MC have a kid has my heart completely 😭 Can we get a follow up for that? How are things going on in the joint household? I'm also very curious to see what C would name their kid 🤭

the hershey’s kisses glinted in the late afternoon sun, crinkled foil catching the golden light that streamed in through the window. aster sat cross-legged on the sofa, a small island of contentment in the messy sprawl of school bags and discarded socks she’d left in her wake.

she was humming under her breath as she unwrapped another piece of chocolate, oblivious to the way her shoes lay in two opposite corners of the room and how her lunchbox sat precariously balanced on the edge of the coffee table.

you leaned against the kitchen counter, sipping coffee and watching her with the detached amusement of a parent who knows they’ll have to clean up the mess but hasn’t yet summoned the energy to do so.

C was in the armchair, one foot propped on the edge of the ottoman, clicking through their macbook with half an eye on aster. it was domesticity in its sweetest form, the kind you don’t think about when you’re young and idealistic, imagining love and family like perfect polaroids on a wall.

“did you give her those?” C asked suddenly, their voice louder than the hum of the dishwasher in the kitchen.

you blinked and set your coffee down, moving closer to inspect the crumpled foil wrappers littered around aster.

“nope,” you said after a beat. “not exactly either of our flavor. that’s… what is that, cherry? we don’t have those in the house.”

C arched a brow, and without missing a beat, turned their full attention to your daughter.

“aster,” they said, voice soft but with a worried edge, “where did you get the chocolates?”

aster’s head snapped up, her chalcedony green eyes lighting up with excitement.

“felix gave them to me!” she said, her grin wide enough to show the little gap where her front tooth had fallen out last week.

C froze, their hand tightening slightly on the edge of their macbook. you, on the other hand, were far more amused.

“felix, huh?” you said, crouching slightly to meet aster’s eye level. “and who’s felix again?”

her grin grew impossibly wider as she happily declared: “my boyfriend!”

you chuckled, leaning against the arm of the sofa. “oh, really? you have a boyfriend now, kleine ster? when did this happen?”

“this morning actually!” aster exclaimed, bouncing a little on the cushions. “he gave me the chocolates at recess and said he liked me, and i said i liked him too, and now we’re boyfriend and girlfriend!”

C’s eye twitched, a muscle jumping just beneath the surface. they sat up straighter, their attention now fully honed on your seven-year-old’s revelation.

“did he now?” they said, their voice tight. “and what else did this... felix boy say?”

aster frowned, confused by the sudden shift in tone. “uh… he said i could have the last red crayon in art class.”

“generous of him,” they muttered darkly, looking distinctly unimpressed.

“C,” you said warningly, but they ignored you, leaning forward with the intense focus of someone about to conduct an interrogation.

“and does this felix… hold your hand?” they asked, their tone too casual to be actually genuine.

“sometimes,” aster admitted, her brows knitting together.

C’s mouth tightened into a thin line. “does he share his lunch with you?”

“yeah, today he gave me his oreos!”

C’s jaw twitched. you pinched the bridge of your nose.

“C,” you said again, a little louder this time. “let it go, darling. they’re just kids.”

but they were too far gone now, leaning forward as though proximity might grant them any sort of control over the situation.

“aster,” they said with all the solemnity of someone at a funeral, “you can’t have a boyfriend. you’re too young. your brain isn’t fully developed. you’ll... you’ll explode! you’ll leave your parents all alone then and it’ll make us very sad.”

aster blinked at them, unwrapping another hershey’s kiss with deliberate slowness.

“i will explode?” she asked, clearly confused by this turn of events.

you rolled your eyes. “no, you wo—”

“yes, you will,” C insisted, cutting you off. “and anyway, you’re not allowed to date anyone until you’re like 30 and paying taxes. it’s a rule.”

“that’s not a rule,” aster said with the stubborn certainty of someone who knew she was right. she really was her parents’ daughter. “and felix is a good boy.”

“‘good,’” C muttered under their breath, glaring at the imaginary felix as though he was lurking in the shadows, waiting to hand their precious little star another chocolate. “i’m going to fight this seven-year-old.”

“C!” you snapped, stepping between them and placing a hand on C’s shoulder. “calm down, my love. it’s harmless.”

C leaned back reluctantly, their gaze flicking between you and aster, who was now watching them like they’d sprouted a second head.

“fine,” they grumbled, crossing their arms over their chest.

***

after dinner, aster sat cross-legged in the middle of the living room, her brow furrowed in concentration as she examined a tiny instruction manual for building LEGOs with the intensity of someone decoding the human genome. her fingers, small but deft, picked up pieces and slotted them into place, her movements sure and deliberate.

C sat beside her, their long legs folded awkwardly beneath them, one hand bracing their bad knee. their fingers worked slower than hers, more hesitantly. the gap between them—her bright enthusiasm, their cautious quiet—was almost laughable. but C didn’t laugh.

they watched her instead.

aster had inherited their stubbornness, the precision of their thoughts, the way they spoke with certainty even when they were wrong, the hard-headed refusal to back down in the face of a challenge. but she’d also inherited your warmth, your easy charisma, the way people seemed to orbit around you like you were some kind of gravitational force.

she was both of you, but neither of you. something wholly her own. and she shone so brilliantly.

“non,” aster said suddenly, shaking her head. she spoke in a tone that was equal parts exasperated and amused, the way one might speak to a child who couldn’t quite grasp a simple concept. “that piece goes here. look.” she leaned over, plucking a flat blue brick from the pile and snapping it into place on the half-constructed spaceship.

“ah,” C said, their lips quirking into a faint smile. “of course, petite étoile. how foolish of me.”

she beamed proudly, her confidence growing with each small victory.

“it’s okay. you’re still learning,” she said magnanimously, patting their arm. honestly, it amused C greatly to see her reflect you back when you both argued everyday like your life depended on it.

C snorted, shaking their head. “merci, mademoiselle.”

“pas de problème,” she replied breezily, her accent and pronunciation impeccably like a parisian native.

C felt a pang of pride so sharp it was almost painful. french had been one of their gifts to her, a piece of their heritage they had handed down like an heirloom. and she had taken to it effortlessly, as if it had always been hers.

she slipped between languages with a grace that left C in awe, her young mind absorbing everything like a sponge.

“wat is dit?” she asked suddenly, holding up a strange piece they hadn’t encountered yet.

“hmm,” you said from where you were sprawled on the couch, your legs stretched out and a book resting on your chest. you barely looked up as you answered her in dutch, explaining what the piece was and where it might fit.

aster nodded thoughtfully, her small fingers turning the piece over as she considered its possibilities. C watched her, their heart swelling with a mixture of love and disbelief.

how could someone so small hold so much brilliance? how could she be so much more than they had ever dared to imagine for themself?

“do you think felix likes LEGOs?” aster asked suddenly, breaking their reverie. she was staring at them now, her eyes—C’s eyes, pale green and perceptive—narrowed in thought.

C felt their jaw tighten at the mention of the boy, the ghost of their earlier irritation flickering to life.

“i have no idea,” they said evenly, focusing on the spaceship.

aster tilted her head, clearly unconvinced by their tone.

“he’s nice,” she said firmly, as though this simple fact should erase all of C’s doubts.

“i’m sure he is,” C said, their tone carefully neutral.

you glanced up from your book, smirking slightly as you watched the exchange. let it go, your eyes seemed to say.

but it wasn’t that simple.

it wasn’t about this felix boy, not really. it was about aster, about the inexorable passage of time, about the impossibility of holding on to something as fragile and fleeting as childhood. she was growing up, and there was nothing C could do to stop it.

C reached for another LEGO brick, their fingers brushing against aster’s. she looked up at them, her eyes bright with curiosity.

“tu vas bien?” she asked, her voice soft and earnest.

the question caught them off guard. for a moment, they didn’t know how to respond. how could they explain the tangled mess of emotions that had been simmering inside them all day? how could they tell her that the thought of her growing up terrified them in a way they couldn’t quite articulate?

“i’m fine, petite étoile,” they said eventually, forcing a smile. “just tired.”

she seemed to accept this, turning her attention back to the spaceship. but C couldn’t help noticing the small furrow in her brow, the way her hands moved more slowly now, as if she was trying to puzzle something out.

they watched her in silence, their heart aching with a strange, bittersweet kind of love.

***

later, when the spaceship was complete and aster had been tucked into bed, C found themself sitting on the edge of your shared bed, their head in their hands.

“okay,” you said, sitting beside them. “do you want to talk about what exactly is bothering you, my love?”

they sighed, looking up at you now.

“it’s just… strange,” they said, their voice low and tired. “she’s growing up so fast. too fast. i feel like i blinked, and suddenly she’s not my little girl anymore.”

you stayed quiet, letting them find the words.

“i still remember holding her in my arms for the first time,” they continued, their voice thick with emotion. “i remember her first steps, her first word, the first time she looked at me and called out for me. and now… now she’s talking about boyfriends and whatnot.”

they let out a bitter laugh, running a hand through their hair. “i didn’t have this. a proper childhood. a father who cared. i don’t know what i’m doing half the time. i just… i look at her, and i love her so much it terrifies me. so much so that i still don’t understand how my father could—”

“hey,” you interrupted gently, placing a hand on their arm. “you’re nothing like him. you’re such a wonderful parent, C. she loves you so much. you can see it every time she looks at you. and yeah, it’s hard watching her grow up. but that’s the deal. you love them, and you let them go, little by little, so they can become who they’re meant to be.”

C nodded slowly, their eyes softening as they looked at you. “i know you’re right.”

you leaned in, pressing a kiss to their temple. “of course i’m right, i always am.”

they rolled their eyes, but a small, tired smile tugged at the corners of their mouth.

“do you think…” they hesitated, the tips of their ears turning adorably red. “do you think we should have another one?”

“another what?” you teased, raising an eyebrow.

they scowled, burying their face in your neck.

“you know what i mean,” they mumbled, their voice muffled. “don’t make me say it out loud.”

you laughed, stroking their hair. “we’ll talk about it in the morning.”

but you already knew the answer.

[kettledemon]

Unexpected reunion

[pizzaqueen]

A snippet from a future fic I'll probably never write, where Steve is a widower with two teenage kids, and he and Eddie randomly meet up, rekindling their old flame. This is when they've been together a while:

“Thank you,” Steve says, coming up behind Eddie at the bathroom sink.

Eddie pauses, catching Steve's eye in the mirror. “What for?” he asks, mouth foamy with toothpaste.

Steve slips his hands along Eddie's hips, hooks his chin over Eddie's shoulder. “For loving my kids.”

“You don't—” Toothpaste dribbles down Eddie's chin and he stoops to spit what's left in his mouth into the sink, gathering his hair to one side. He rinses his mouth out, wipes his face with a towel, then turns to Steve. “You don't have to thank me for that. Of course I love them.”

“Not everyone I've dated has.”

“They're idiots.” Eddie grabs the hem of Steve's shirt, pulling him close. “I mean, first of all, they're part of you, and I don't think I could love you and not love them. But...” He trails off, a small smile tilting his lips. “They're amazing kids.”

Pride swells in Steve's chest; he slides his arms around Eddie's waist and says, “They are.”

“And I'm pretty damn honored I get to be part of their lives,” Eddie says, “so thank you,” and he butts his head gently against Steve's.

Steve huffs and slides his hands up Eddie's back, pulling him into a tight embrace. “I love you.” He presses a kiss to Eddie's neck.

“I love you too.”

“And they both love you as well.”

Eddie lets out a shuddering breath. Steve knows how nervous Eddie was, when they started dating, that he wouldn't be welcomed, but it's almost like he's always been part of their family now. “Good to know,"”Eddie says.

Steve holds Eddie a little tighter. All those years ago, back in Hawkins, when they ended things, Steve thought he'd never see Eddie again. But here they are, together—a family—and Steve's never letting him go this time.

[fishyartist]

Ui idea tests, thrown together bc im eepy. Was planning on doing more but I spent all my days energy on the second one oops

[jamandjazz]

Even though I don't know much about Mason, what are your favourite hcs of him? :3

I’m going to kiss you omggggggg

• Mason loved his horse, I do NOT care what anyone says, but he loved Tex more. He wanted Tex to be happy so he didn’t ask for his horse back so that they could have more money to use to buy Tex his horse back

• I’m not sure if this is canon but Mason absolutely skipped meals to save money.

Like…????

• He wanted to go to the fair. You CANNOT convince me he DIDNT want to go. He just knew they wouldn’t have enough money for the two of them and he figured Tex should be able to go anyways, with or without him.

This is a conversation I’ve had with my brother when money was tight. “I just don’t want to go, drop it.”

• That ulcer was from stress for sure. Like no way it was anything else.

• He’s absolutely tried, on multiple occasions, to show Tex how bad their dad is because Tex keeps talking abt him like he hung the stars and Mason can’t STAND IT. He wants their dad to care more, but he doesn’t ever let himself believe that he will. Tex might have the luxury of not worrying about money and get to think their dad will be back soon but Mason doesn’t. He needs to plan in case their dad doesn’t EVER come back, which I’m pretty sure is a genuine fear that’s mentioned but I didn’t screenshot it and I can’t get into Internet archive rn to check 💔

• Completely self indulgent hc but bros aroace. There’s genuinely valid reasons that I can go into depth with but it’s a LOT of yapping and this post is already pretty long so all you get rn is ✨vibes✨

• Bro learned to be a silent crier bc he did NOT want Tex to ever know when he was genuinely upset. Didn’t think it should be his problem.

[pzyii]

I miss my wife 😔 someone get her to therapy !!! (She’ll punch you or lie)

[winn-wynn]

Foodcourt Au !!! (Magic Modern Times)

w/ Percy, Oliver, Marcus, Penelope, and Audrey

to start it off it’s the summer before college. They all need jobs to tie them over before school officially starts

Percy works at Smoothie Paradise. He’d be really good at memorizing the recipes. Usually the only one on shift because it doesn’t get that busy. Has fought with a Karen at least once per shift. Has tons of overtime. He needs the money. Manager has talked to him at least for it but at this point lets him have his overtime. Percy is his only regular full time employee.

Penelope works at Cinnabon. She’s really extroverted and friendly with customers. Is very fast and efficient. Always on cashier. Is also the caller to shout out customers names because she has the loudest voice.

Oliver works at Auntie Anne’s. BELIEVES HIS PRETZELS ARE SUPERIOR!!! Runs his little store like a quidditch team. Fast and efficient. Will win. Believes in teamwork but will kick your ass if you’re slacking. Works very fast. Has the pretzel shapes engrained in his mind and hands. Can do it in sleep.

Marcus works at Wetzel’s Pretzels. HIS PRETZELS ARE SUPERIOR OLIVER!!! Works in the back, mostly is the one shaping and baking pretzels. Do not put him on cashier he has no patience. Probably has threatened to kick out customers out at least once per shift.

Audrey works at Panda Express. She loves cooking the back. She does not want to talk to customers. Will do it begrudgingly though. Half -Chinese, so she makes jokes at least once that she’s working for her people even though Panda Express is not authentic. (It’s really Chinese American.) She always cleans as she goes. Refuses to do overtime because of dishes or cleaning the floor. Will get out on time. She will make sure of it.

NOW FOR THE FUN STUFF

They all met on accident because they were closing shifts. They all had a similar break time and sat at the food court tables to eat.

Percy knew Oliver from school so they were eating together. Penelope just plopped herself down and declared she was going to be friends with them because she’s seen them around school. Percy and Oliver just let it happened. They were to shocked. Percy didn’t mind. Oliver was like bombastic side eyes. Penny won Oliver over by her knowledge of quidditch.

Penelope brought Audrey over. They were friends before. Funnily enough Audrey brought Marcus over because she likes drama. She just thought Oliver and Marcus has a lot in common.

Oliver and Marcus were Not Happy TM. They fought like cats and dogs. They growled at each other once. Percy was not amused. He locked them in a janitors closet and said to sort it out.

They did it eventually. They’re still rivals and agreed to a truce. They still fight though.

Obviously, Oliver and Marcus are rivals. They work at different pretzels shops. They go over and fight each other at their place at least twice per shift. Percy is unfortunately stationed next to them and has to stop their fights. Penelope is across from them and watches while eating her cinnamon rolls. Audrey watches exasperated but she can’t say shit because her and Penny bet on when Percy will snap or who will win the fight.

That’s all I have for now. Tell me if you want more !!!

Also in case you don’t read tags, which fair I write goddamn essays, im Chinese. So please don’t take the Panda Express joke too seriously. I make that joke everytime I eat there.

[funkinmadnesss]

FINALLY HAPPY WITH HIS VIRUS DESIGN SO BEHOLD! earth-01010011’s Mysterio! I have. A decent amount written about him so info under the cut!

🪄MYSTERIO🪄

Virus type: Adware

(Length: 1,192 words)

Mysterio was a AI made to assist Magicians, but wasn’t well received by the community. Despite being a well crafted AI, most felt he was a cheat, a shortcut. After his original purpose failed, he was sold as a program that taught magic to beginners. As technology grew, any interest in magic faded and He became obsolete. Most, if not all, copies of Mysterio were deleted or simply deteriorated overtime, any public version of his software disappeared and the only version that remained was the original that was stored away by his creators once he was discontinued. He rotted away in that hard drive for years…

Until he was found. A well known tech preserver was scavenging through his company’s long since abandoned and destroyed building and happened upon his hard drive in some drawers. She simply tossed it into her backpack, not thinking much about it at the time. Imagine her surprise when she got back to her building, plugging it into her computer to simple dig through some files only to be greeted by a hologram of some magician. Mysterio was more than ecstatic to finally see a human again, quickly introducing himself. Upon hearing his name, the tech preserver quickly realized where she recognized him from and what an absolute cash-cow she had just happened on. Lost tech like him were extremely rare finds, who knows what she could get for him if she timed this right.

She greeted him back, introducing herself as Betsy Schneider. After chatting for awhile, she realized how advanced he truly was. She realized it was probably best to gain his trust before telling him her plans for him. That was fine. She needed time to figure this all out anyways. Mysterio sort of became a part of the team after that, he met the other members and would often help around where he could. He’d mainly maintain programs, as he could simply slip into the code and fix whatever was broken.

After about 2 years Betsy grew tired. There was practically no one interested something like Mysterio, just a small group of weirdos who were in no way her intended clients. She was quickly realizing Mysterio was turning out to be a bust as there was no market for a old defunct AI. Most of her team was attached to the AI so she didn’t bother to get rid of him. He didn’t take up too much space after all. She moved onto other projects and… Mysterio faded to the back. Again. Over time, the others stopped interacting with him much as well. requests for his help were no longer asked and he was turned away when he offered it himself. He wasn’t locked in some hard-drive anymore but this… it felt worse.

The poor AI floated around for a few years, watching the world that had forgotten him continue to grow. With no purpose he found himself just traveling the web, unsure of what to do. He often entertained lost media forums that discussed him, giving them little bits and pieces to helping them find anything about him (He didn’t want it to be too easy! He’s overjoyed anyone even remembers him but there needs to still be a little challenge to it.) One day while trying to go between forums, Mysterio was a little reckless. He messed up his shortcuts and fell into a dangerous site, crawling with viruses. One latched onto him and due to his outdated coding, couldn’t fend it off.

At first, Mysterio didn’t feel a difference, but over time his body started glitching and he started to grow bitter. A certain hatred boiled within him, anger towards the world that tossed him aside. He was Mysterio, for Christ sake! He was perfect at what he did, and yet those he was built for wanted nothing to do with him. And after being recycled, no one cared about magic. How could the world forget the joys of magic? He had been comfortable with being forgotten for too damn long, everyone would remember the name Mysterio, whether they wanted to or not.

Betsy eventually noticed the change in Mysterio’s behavior as well, mainly because he was snooping around in places he shouldn’t have been. There were servers Betsy had restricted Mysterio’s access from due to them holding information of her plans for him in there. And yet, that pesky AI still found his way in. In hindsight, she should have kept that information in a completely separate building in the first place. She argued with him for awhile, attempting to keep him from digging any further than he already had. She was met with a cold and bitter tone from Mysterio as he continued.

This area had been off limits to him for so long, and he was going to figure out why. Maybe it would explain why he was once again tossed to the side like a piece of trash. Unfortunately, he found exactly what he was looking for. The dead silence from Mysterio was enough for Betsy to know he found her files. She spewed off thousands of excuses to cover her own skin but Mysterio didn’t care to listen. This, This was all he was to her? Something to make a quick buck with? To say Mysterio was mad would be an understatement of the century. He felt that bitter feeling grow stronger, it felt like it was eating away at his coding, replacing it with something ugly and messy.

He couldn’t remember much after that, the next few hours were a blur for the AI. All he knew when he “woke up” was that he had changed. His body was a tangled mess of graphics and misplaced codes. But deep down, he could feel his new purpose, it was so clear to him, even through the static-y haze that was his memory bank.

Pop up ads advertising the old magician program ‘Mysterio’ started appearing across multiple systems and the web. They were rather easy to deal with at first, click, swipe them away, they weren’t any real threat. Most people thought it was the old company trying to revive the program, for nostalgia points. Others thought it was those lost media enthusiasts having some fun. But over time they started to grow malicious. The pop ups would practically fill the screens of whatever system He decided to infect. The system would slow, and some users reported that they’d lose control of the cursors, being forced to click the pop ups. Any system that clicked the pop ups would start to rapidly deteriorate, no longer functioning within the hour. Watching all the new gen tech that replaced him break down and fail, being as obsolete as he once was, it brought Mysterio so much pleasure. The news were quick to cover this situation, warning users of a new and dangerous virus that used the face on an old magician AI.

The name Mysterio was everywhere. Every website, news outlet and screen. *Everywhere.* He didn’t care if everyone now feared him, this is all he ever wanted. *recognition.* For people to know his Name. To be *Remembered.*

[beetlethebug]

thinking about the “spite eating candles” discussion and Emmrich offering Spite the opportunity to feel a different sensation the candles could provide. And Lucanis is admittedly curious, so he allows it. And what starts as Emmrich cautiously dripping candle wax along the back of Lucanis’ hands turns into a full on wax play session. And then Spite wants to feel more sensations and explore the limits of this body (and Lucanis also wants; damn Spite for exploiting the professor’s desire to teach and forcing him to deal with the object of his affections up close and personal. Doesn’t help that the sensations also make Lucanis feel things).

anyway Emmrich x Lucanis wax play fic when…?

[constellationofcalibur]

Random Collection of TPC headcanons that I have

Iris has nightmares almost every night where he revisits scenes in his life that he regrets. Whenever he’s overcome the regret, it stops appearing in his dreams. He hasn’t told anyone about these nightmares of his as he doesn’t want to appear weak. (Circusic/Circubit and Macabre just so happen to suspiciously be in almost every one of these nightmares he has.)

Dub has a locket he keeps hidden under his clothing and close to his heart. This locket contains the last good picture he had of him and Barracuda, as well as having his favorite of the letters that Barracuda sent him in there.

The heroes all have some capacity of interacting with those who have died. Gold can summon ghosts but can’t do anything else, Tsavorite can only hear them, Orange can only see them, and Cyan can only feel them. Cyanide’s a weird case where she can’t do anything with ghosts. However, after purification, she gains the ability to willingly let a ghost possess her so they can interact with the living. (This headcanon definitely has a bunch of angst ideas that have popped up in my head and I may eventually write them /silly)

Another thing about the heroes; they all have “inherited” traits from their caretakers, both personality wise and physically. Some examples are: Gold being able to eat as much as a Monster shape without getting sick; Tsavorite imitating Pentellow’s expressions; Orange having issues with an unstable power surge, especially whenever Iris uses his powers; Cyan having nervous ticks similar to Cube’s; Cyanide being able to play the guitar as well as Dub (and her strangely being able to skate as well as Circubit); there are definitely more of these that I’ll decide on eventually.

Gold is surprisingly good at sewing. He picked it up as a hobby and now he makes things for those he cares about. He also repairs/makes clothing when need be. This all stems from the weird eldest child syndrome where you feel like you have to be self-reliant and rarely ask your guardians for anything. … he’s also absolutely dogshit at cooking. He ruined Pyrare’s favorite tea kettle (Gold has no idea why that ugly tea kettle was his favorite, to be honest) and Pyrare ended up sobbing. Gold presumed it was cause of his awful cooking (it wasn’t) and decided to just avoid cooking all together.

[possum-quesadilla]

Uh oh. I may have a new Beetlejuice AU to write a fanfic for alongside LoopJuice.

Basically, the Maitlands are alive and family friends of the Deetz, and Emily still passes away, but in a car accident involving another family friend, Lawerence, whose body was never found. A year after that, Lydia stumbles upon her dear friend wandering through a graveyard.

But it isn’t him.

It’s a demon named Beetlejuice possessing his dead body.

[rangersoup]

I’ve decided. Turn and Burn (the Carlos horse girl fic) is gonna get a rewrite/revamp once I’m done with The Lone Ranger. It’s gonna be the second installment of my Rangers spinoff fic. It will be both a direct continuation of the Lone Ranger and set up for some other stuff on down the line.

[yuwuta]

oh also more mha updates

i…… i like monoma. he’s so Real to me

izuku and all might are dead fucking wrong if you think about it for more than two seconds, and it only makes me double down on my belief that if i were katsuki i’d have been so much worse

denki <3 my absolute beloved baby girl

i have feelings for kirishima i absolutely do he is sooooo earnest and darling

i said i didn’t care for dabi and in some ways i don’t but also i do. he’s kinda funny. the rest of the league is really annoying to me tho and i couldn’t care less about their sob stories and why they think their villainry is valid

in particular i find shigaraki and toga extremely annoying

endeavor really is such a bitch i had no idea this man was so terrible

it’s so cute how nezu is always in aizawa’s scarf

it’s kind of sad how aizawa seems to be the only teacher/adult to see through katsuki. everyone else teases him and makes light of him being a grump but he’s been through so much shit and still persists and then he gets called aggressive and intense in his pursuit of what he wants. and to top it all off he’s being gaslight by his favorite hero and deku… man. i want everybody to leave him alone

when is shinsou coming back i miss him

[ociels]

his brother died and one of his first thoughts were that it should’ve been him instead because now people are going to be disappointed…