#lmk what you think and if you have any ideas!

[mimiiiiiiiiisstuff]

"I bet on losing dogs"

ok this is like my first time actually writing anything EVER, and I don't know how to work tumblr or make this aesthetic so bare with me pls!! I keep seeing yandere batfam x neglected reader and I have had so many ideas so I'm giving this a shot! The reader is referred to with female pronouns but you can imagine it different if you want :) Reader is 2 years older than Damian and is 15 at the start of the story. Damian is 13. Dick is around 10 years older than reader, making him 25 right now. Jason is 8 years older than reader, making him 23. Tim is 2 years older than reader making him 17. Cass is 4 years older than reader and is 19. Stephanie is 3 years older than reader and is 18. Barbra is around 8 years older, making her 23! Bruce is around 35-40ish??? All just kinda guesses to make the plot and dynamics more clear, lmk if you have any questions!!

This is the prolouge and it kinda sucks so pls be nice. Hearts and comments are appreciated. If it's bad ignore it, english isn't my first language.

You couldn't understand it. You aren't a bad kid, so why were you treated like one? Why did your father treat you like the bane of his existence? Why did your older brothers see you as nothing more than dirt at the bottom of their shoes, a ghost in the manor, a blemish on their picture perfect family of misfits. You tried so so hard to fit in, to be part of the family. You wasted 11 YEARS of your life trying to get noticed, doing activities and hobbies you hated in the hopes of striking conversation with your "siblings". Batman, Bruce Wayne, your "father", ignored you no matter what. He ignored you like it was his job, from the day you came to the manor on your fourth birthday, your mother's death day, to today, your 15th birthday. You saved his life, his and all those other ungrateful losers who you used to call family. Yesterday, you put you life on the line for them, got bitten by that damn snake for them, and they ignored you and told you to walk it off while coddling the girl who suddenly appeared. Never again would you help them, nor would you brush off their mistreatment, not after this betrayal. Not after they took in another girl, a girl your age, the girl who took credit for your heroic act, the girl who bullied you for years at Gotham Prep, the girl who made your life living hell, and called HER family. They choose Tiffany Maverick to be their supposed savior, they would never believe you had the bravery to help them. They chose her to be Tiffany Wayne and scorned you.

You did nothing wrong, from the day you came to the manor you were perfect. Straight A's, no attitude, no complaints and no demands. All you did was try, try, try, and they never noticed.

Richard "The Dick" Grayson, as you and your friends call him, was the world's best big brother to everyone, except you of course! He was your first brother, he was the kid that Bruce Wayne actually wanted to take under his wing. You were 5 and he was 15, he was busy being Robin and then Nightwing. Alfred assured you that Dick adored you, you were his baby sister after all, he was just busy! In later years you realized he was only busy when it came to you. He made time for Damian no matter what, always attended Cassandra's ballet recitals, chatted with Tim and ruffled his hair, and he even dealt with Jason's snarky attitude and biting remarks. Yet, somehow when it came to you, he never had time. Always brushing you off with a shoulder pat and a "Maybe next time sweetheart!" and rolling his eyes when he thought you weren't looking. He's been making time for Tiffany or Tiffybear, as he loves to call her while pinching her cheeks and calling her his favorite little sister, "Don't tell Cass though!" he'll whisper to her. You don't even think he can remember your name. Or that once upon a time you were his "baby bird."

It makes you sick watching her take credit for everything, she's only been in the manor for 6 months and they've all given her more love than they have to you in the past 11 years. She took credit for all your awards, she told everyone she was top of your class, made them "homemade" cakes and muffins. It was all you. She stole everything.

Jason Todd, the red hood, was so mean to you. You used to admire him, looked up to him, and he took all your kind words and gestures for granted and spit them back in your face. Once upon a time, he was your favorite brother, you wanted to be as confident and unshakeable as him, it didn't matter how mean he was now because he was you brother and you loved him. The bond you had before his death was something you couldn't let go of, he was the only one who loved you. When he first came to the manor he was 12 and you came a couple months later. An adorable 4 year old who followed her favorite brother like a duckling. You were 7 when he died. You were 12 when he came back to haunt Bruce and Dick and Tim. You chased after him and tried to resurrect the bond you had for 3 long years. You gave up when you saw them. You couldn't believe your eyes when you saw him and Tiffany sneaking out the manor on a school night, you almost threw up when you saw him strap her on his motorcycle and leave for hours. They came back with shit-eating grins and cupcakes for everyone from a 24hr bakery, everyone except you. The bakery you asked him to take you to months ago. Tiffany saw the tears in your eyes and your clenched fists and she laughed.

Timothy Drake-Wayne, you first saw him after Jason died. Tim, in your 10 year old mind, was trying to steal your dad. Bruce ignored you even more after Jason's death and shut everyone out. Your bond with Tim was non-existent no matter how hard you tried. After you realized he wasn't trying to replace Jason, and saw how he was helping your father heal in ways you couldn't, you tried to bond with him. You attempted to play his video games and ignored his complete disintrest in you and anything that had to do with you in hopes he might come to appreciate you. You brought him coffee after long patrols, asked him about his day, asked to meet his friends, you picked up all his hobbies like hacking, cooking, reading even martial arts and yet he ignored you. You tried to find him in hallways at school, only to be treated like a stranger when you found him. He was embarrassed that you were his sister. You were chubby and awkward and didn't have many friends, he didn't want his cool kid friends to know you were his sister. For 5 long years you chased after him, for 5 years you chased a ghost, and somehow Tiffany captured his attention using one of the gadget-thingys you made in hopes to impress him. She walks the hallways of Gotham Prep with him, a perfect sibling duo, he even had her lunch moved so she could sit with him and his friends. He wasn't embarrassed of her. You watched them get closer in 6 months than you have in 5 years. And it hurt.

But perhaps what hurt most is her newfound bond with Damian. Your baby brother. You tried the hardest with Damian, almost as hard as you tried with Bruce, and yet he chose her while all you got was a sword to your neck and sneers of disgust thrown your way. Damian moved in when you were 12. You were elated, if you couldn't have good older siblings, at least you could be one! That plan went to hell when you realized Damian saw you as less than him. No matter how hard you tried, returned your love with disgust. You tried to show him around school like you wished Tim did for you and he called you " A waste of space and Wayne DNA" and said that there was no way you were of "Wayne" blood and that your "whore of a mother" had to have deceived his father, in front of your two friends and half the school. You could've handled his cruel words if he didn't begin attempting to duel you to become your father's heir. About a year ago, when you tried to hug him he threw you down the stairs and you broke your ankle, you stopped trying with him after that. He was so possessive over Bruce and now that somehow transferred to Tiffany too. You'd feel bad for her if she wasn't eating his obsession with her up.

Barbra, Cassandra, and Stephanie were the "It girls." All practically sisters, they hung out almost everyday and had sleepovers every Friday. They giggled about boys, hook-ups, missions and bonded over everything. You wanted be one of them, you tried so hard to be cool, to be pretty, and they could only see your flaws. You curled your hair and did your nails in hope you would blend with them, you even attempted to be Batgirl at one point. You were quickly denied after Stephanie pointed out that you didn't have the right 'physique' for it. Barbra quickly agreed and said you weren't cut out for it, Cassandra simply looked you up and down. Thats why it hurt extra when they welcomed Tiffany with open arms. Suddenly, she could be Batgirl. She talked to them about boys and bonded with them over girl things. She stole your sisters.

You figured out Tiffany was a spy almost as soon as she came into the manor. Her apperance and ability to act like it was her who saved the Bats from the Joker and his new radioactive snake was not a coincidence, neither was her becoming a vigilante only two weeks after coming into the manor, and neither was you catching her walking out the Batcave with arms full of Batman's weapons and plans. You couldn't believe your luck and pulled out your phone to take a picture, too bad you left the flash on. Tiffany quickly noticed you and tried to explain that it was a misunderstanding when Bruce came into the hallway. You beamed at the sight of him and began to explain what you saw Tiffany doing, only Tiffany was faster. She was quick to blame you for everything, and Batman, the world's greatest detective believed her. She said that you bullied her at school and you were so jealous of her joining the family that you went to steal plans and took pictures to frame her. It was a shitty lie and somehow everyone believed it. You still remember the cold indifference on Bruce's face, the sadness on Alfred's, the look of pure delight on Damian's, the shock on Dick's, the interest on Tim's and the disappointment and disgust on Jason's. Something shifted in you that night. You didn't feel an overwhelming amount of love and longing when you looked at your family, you felt anger. Pure unadultered rage, rage at Bruce for never loving you, rage at Dick for being a liar, rage at Jason for throwing away your bond and cool indifference and disgust at the rest of them.

Maybe that's why your abilities finally formed. Maybe thats why the place the snake bit you that fateful night began to glow as you cried in your bathtub, after being scolded all night and getting body slammed by Damian for trying to "taint his dear sister's image". You had powers now, the agility of a snake, you could eject venom out of your fingertips, you could walk on walls, now you could prove them all wrong.

okayyyy yall this was the prolouge. Again this is my 1st attempt at writing so be nice. If enough people like this I'll put out part one. Hope yall enjoyed and lmk what you want to happen next in the comments!!!!!!!!!

[bluebvrry]

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ROMANTIC HOMICIDE⋆

Synopsis -> your heart was aching for affection from your girlfriend but what were you expecting from dating an idol? Now you’re sick of waiting patiently and think it’s time to end it

Parings -> idol!sophia x non-idol!reader

Genre -> angst, lovers to exes

Warnings -> toxic relationship, yelling, breaking up, crying, 3.04k WC, lmk if I missed anything that wasn’t mentioned

A/N -> the song says it all, mood cause I’m trying to move on from my crush 🙂↕️

You'd always known that dating Sophia, the charismatic leader of the global K-pop group Katseye, would come with its challenges. But you'd never expected it to be this hard.

At first, everything was perfect. Sophia was attentive, affectionate, and made you feel like you were the only person in the world. You'd spend hours exploring the city together, holding hands, and laughing until your sides hurt.

But then Katseye's popularity skyrocketed, and Sophia's schedule became increasingly hectic. She'd be gone for weeks at a time, performing in different countries, attending music shows, and endorsing various brands. You'd be left alone, waiting for her to come back, feeling like a ghost hovering on the periphery of her life.

Despite the distance and the stress, you held on, convinced that your love was strong enough to withstand the pressures of Sophia's career. But as the months went by, you started to feel like you were losing yourself in the process.

You were just an ordinary girl, living an ordinary life, while Sophia was a superstar, shining bright in the spotlight. You couldn't help but wonder: were you just a secret, a hidden part of Sophia's life that she kept from the rest of the world?

As you looked around your small apartment, filled with memories of your time together, you couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. That something was about to change.

You stood outside Sophia's dorm, hesitating for a moment before deciding to go in. You hadn't notified her that you were coming, but you didn't think it would be a big deal. After all, you were her girlfriend, and you'd visited her dorm countless times before.

As you entered the dorm, you were greeted by Sophia's stern expression. She was sitting on her bed, her eyes fixed intently on you.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice low and even.

You were taken aback by her tone. "I just wanted to see you," you replied, trying to sound casual.

Sophia's expression turned incredulous. "You just wanted to see me?" she repeated. "Do you have any idea how reckless that is? Someone could have taken a picture of you entering my dorm, and then what? Dating speculations would be all over the media, and my career would be ruined."

You felt a pang of hurt at her words. You knew that Sophia's career as an idol was important, but it hurt to think that she was more concerned about her public image than about you.

"I'm sorry," you said, trying to keep your tone neutral. "I didn't think about that."

Sophia sighed, rubbing her temples. "You never think about that," she said. "You never think about how your actions could affect me, or my career, or my fans."

You felt a surge of defensiveness, but you bit it back. You knew that Sophia was stressed, and that she was just trying to protect herself.

"I'm sorry," you repeated. "I'll be more careful in the future."

Sophia looked at you, her eyes searching. For a moment, you thought you saw a flicker of something else in her expression, something that looked almost like regret.

But then her mask slipped back into place, and she nodded curtly. "Good," she said. "Just be more careful, okay?"

You nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. You knew that Sophia was still stressed, but at least she wasn't yelling at you anymore.

"I'll go now," you said, turning to leave.

Sophia nodded, her eyes already back on her phone. "Yeah, go."

You left the dorm, feeling a sense of sadness wash over you. You knew that Sophia was busy, and that her career was important, but it hurt to feel like you were just an afterthought to her.

As you walked away from the dorm, you couldn't help but wonder if things would ever go back to the way they were before. When Sophia had time for you, when she laughed with you, when she loved you.

You sighed, shaking your head. You knew that those days were behind you now.

Meanwhile, back in Sophia's dorm, Lara walked in, a look of concern etched on her face.

"Hey, Soph, what's going on?" she asked, nodding towards the door. "I saw your girlfriend leaving, and she looked really upset."

Sophia rolled her eyes, not even bothering to look up. "She just dropped by unannounced," she said. "I had to yell at her."

Lara raised an eyebrow. "You had to yell at her?" she repeated. "Soph, that's not like you. What's going on?"

Sophia sighed, rubbing her temples again. "I don't know, Lara," she said. "I just feel so trapped sometimes. I have to be perfect all the time, I have to smile and wave and pretend like everything is okay, even when it's not."

Lara nodded sympathetically. "I get it," she said. "But maybe you should try talking to your girlfriend about how you're feeling. Maybe she can help you work through some of this stuff."

Sophia snorted. "You think she can handle it?" she asked. "She's just a normal girl, Lara. She doesn't understand what it's like to be in my shoes."

Lara frowned. "That's not fair, Soph," she said. "Your girlfriend loves you, and she's trying to support you. Maybe you should try meeting her halfway."

Sophia raised an eyebrow, her expression incredulous. "You think I should be grateful for her recklessness?" she asked. "She could have ruined my career, Lara."

Lara sighed, shaking her head. "You're not thinking about the bigger picture, Soph," she said. "You're so focused on your career that you're forgetting about the people who care about you."

Sophia's expression turned cold, her eyes flashing with anger. "I don't need a lecture from you, Lara," she said. "I know what I'm doing."

Lara held up her hands, a gesture of surrender. "Fine, Soph," she said. "But just remember, you can't keep pushing people away and expecting them to come back. Eventually.

As you collapsed onto the couch, you felt a wave of exhaustion wash over you. The confrontation with Sophia had left you drained, both emotionally and mentally. You reached for your headphones and plugged them in, desperate to drown out the thoughts swirling in your head.

You opened Spotify, and the first song to pop up was "Romantic Homicide" by d4vd. You raised an eyebrow, surprised by the coincidence. But as you started listening to the song, you realized that the lyrics seemed to describe your current relationship with Sophia perfectly.

The song's themes of toxic love, obsession, and desperation resonated deeply with you. You felt like you were trapped in a never-ending cycle of pain and heartache, and you couldn't escape.

As you listened to the song on repeat, you started to feel a sense of validation. You weren't crazy for feeling the way you did. You weren't overreacting. Your feelings were real, and they were justified.

But as the song continued to play, you started to feel a sense of hopelessness creeping in. You realized that you couldn't keep going on like this. You couldn't keep trying to make the relationship work, only to be constantly disappointed and hurt.

You started to think about all the what-ifs. What if you stopped trying? What if you focused on yourself and moved on? What if you took control of your own happiness, instead of relying on Sophia to make you happy?

As you thought about these questions, you started to feel a sense of clarity wash over you. You realized that you had been living in a state of limbo for far too long. You had been stuck in a relationship that was no longer serving you, and it was time to move on.

You thought about all the times Sophia had hurt you, all the times she had ignored you or dismissed your feelings. You thought about the way she had spoken to you earlier, the way she had made you feel like you were the problem.

And then you thought about the way you felt when you were with Sophia. You thought about the way she made you feel like you were walking on eggshells, never knowing when she would blow up at you or ignore you.

You realized that you deserved better. You deserved to be in a relationship where you felt seen and heard, where you felt loved and valued. You deserved to be with someone who made you feel good about yourself, not someone who constantly tore you down.

As you came to this realization, you felt a sense of weight lift off your shoulders. You felt like you could finally breathe again, like you had been holding your breath for far too long.

You took a deep breath, feeling a sense of determination wash over you. You were done trying to make the relationship work. You were done being the one to try and fix things. You were done being the one to apologize and make excuses.

You were going to focus on yourself, on your own happiness and well-being. You were going to take control of your own life, and you were going to move on.

The thought was both exhilarating and terrifying. But as you sat there on the couch, listening to "Romantic Homicide" on repeat, you knew that it was the right decision. You knew that it was time to let go of the past and move on to a brighter future.

As the day went on, Sophia couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. She was used to receiving good morning texts from you, followed by a string of messages throughout the day. But today, there was nothing. No texts, no calls, no messages.

At first, Sophia thought that you were probably just still mad at her for what she had said the day before. She had been harsh, she knew that. But she had been stressed, and she hadn't meant to hurt your feelings.

As the hours ticked by, Sophia started to feel a growing sense of unease. She tried to brush it off, telling herself that you were probably just busy, or that you were still sulking. But deep down, she knew that something was wrong.

Sophia found herself checking her phone obsessively, waiting for a message or a call from you. But there was nothing. Just silence.

She tried to focus on her work, but her mind kept wandering back to you. What were you doing? Were you okay? Why weren't you responding to her?

As the day drew to a close, Sophia realized that she had been so caught up in her own thoughts that she had forgotten to eat lunch. She ordered some food and sat down at her desk, staring blankly at her phone.

Where were you? Why weren't you talking to her?

Sophia's mind was a jumble of questions and worries. She didn't know what was going on, but she knew that she didn't like it.

As she waited for some sign from you, Sophia couldn't shake off the feeling that something was very wrong.

You were taken aback by the sudden knock on your door. You hadn't expected Sophia to show up at your place, especially not after the way things had been between you two lately.

You got up from the couch, hesitating for a moment before making your way to the door. You peered through the peephole, and your heart skipped a beat when you saw Sophia standing on the other side.

She looked frantic, her eyes wide with worry and her face pale. You could see the desperation in her eyes, and for a moment, you felt a pang of guilt.

You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for what was to come. You opened the door, and Sophia burst in, her words tumbling out in a rush.

"What's going on, y/n?" she asked, her voice shaking. "Why did you send me that message? We can't just break up like that. We need to talk about this."

You stood your ground, trying to remain calm despite the turmoil that was brewing inside you. "I think we've talked enough, Sophia," you said, your voice firm but quiet. "I've been thinking a lot about us, and I realize that I deserve better. I deserve someone who prioritizes me, who makes time for me, who loves me for who I am."

Sophia's face fell, her eyes welling up with tears. "You deserve better?" she repeated, her voice cracking. "What are you talking about? I love you, y/n. I've always loved you."

You felt a pang of sadness at her words, but you knew that you couldn't let your emotions get the better of you. You took a deep breath, trying to remain calm and focused.

"I know you think you love me, Sophia," you said, your voice soft but firm. "But love isn't just about words. It's about actions. And your actions have shown me time and time again that I'm not your priority."

Sophia's face crumpled, and she started to sob. You felt a pang of guilt, but you knew that you couldn't back down now. You had to see this through, no matter how hard it was.

As Sophia sobbed, you felt a pang of compassion and empathy. You knew that this wasn't easy for her, and that she was hurting. You took a step forward, and wrapped your arms around her, holding her close.

"Sophia, I'm sorry," you whispered, your voice soft and gentle. "I know this isn't easy for you. But I have to be honest with you. Our relationship has been struggling for a long time. We've grown apart, and we want different things. I deserve better, and so do you."

Sophia pulled back, her eyes red and puffy from crying. She looked up at you, her expression searching.

"What are you talking about?" she asked, her voice shaking. "We've had our ups and downs, but I thought we were happy. I thought we were in love."

You took a deep breath, trying to find the right words.

"We were happy, Sophia," you said. "We were in love. But that was a long time ago. Lately, it's felt like we're just going through the motions. We're not communicating, we're not connecting. We're just existing in this relationship, and it's not fair to either of us."

Sophia looked at you, her eyes filled with tears.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you. I'm sorry I didn't prioritize our relationship."

You smiled sadly, feeling a pang of nostalgia.

"It's not just your fault, Sophia," you said. "We both played a part in this. But I think it's time for us to move on. You deserve someone who can give you the love and attention you need. Someone who can prioritize you and make you happy."

Sophia nodded, her eyes welling up with tears again.

"I'll always love you," she whispered.

You smiled, feeling a sense of closure.

"I'll always love you too, Sophia," you said. "But it's time for us to say goodbye."

As Sophia walked away from your apartment, she felt a sense of emptiness wash over her. She had never felt so alone, so lost. She thought about the things you had said, about how she had neglected you and prioritized her idol life instead.

Her mind drifted back to the conversation she had with Lara the other day. Lara had told her that she was being too harsh, that she needed to communicate with you and work through their problems together. But Sophia had dismissed her concerns, telling herself that she knew what was best for their relationship.

Now, as she walked alone on the darkening streets, Sophia realized that she had been blind to the truth. She had been so focused on her career, on being the perfect idol, that she had forgotten what it meant to be in a relationship. She had forgotten how to love, how to care for someone else's feelings.

Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she thought about all the times she had hurt you. All the times she had ignored your messages, or dismissed your feelings. All the times she had put her career first, and you second.

Sophia felt a wave of regret wash over her. She wished she could turn back time, wished she could go back to the days when their love was new and strong. But it was too late now. You had made it clear that you were done, that you deserved better.

As she walked, Sophia's tears began to fall. She felt like she was losing herself, like she was drowning in a sea of regret. She thought about all the what-ifs, all the things she could have done differently.

Why had she been so blind? Why had she let her career consume her? Why had she hurt you so badly?

Sophia's sobs grew louder, echoing through the empty streets. She felt like she was shattering into a million pieces, like her heart was breaking into tiny fragments.

She didn't know how to put herself back together again. She didn't know how to heal the wounds she had inflicted on you, or on herself. All she knew was that she had lost the love of her life, and she didn't know how to get it back.

[gorgeys]

jackie taylor x 90sBaddie!fem!reader coming soon

this has been in my thoughts for DAYSSSS and i'm almost done with a fic for this pairing so be on the lookout! it's an opposites attract sorta vibe and i wanted to make this quick mood board to express what i'm thinking of when i say 90s baddie reader (and to get you guys ready for the fic!!)

i actually love this pairing sm i think i might make into a little au/series where i write a bunch of blurbs or different scenarios with jackie and 90s baddie reader. lmk if you guys would be interested or have any specific ideas for that.

[multimix101]

AvA/M Criminal AU Ideas

Akin to an insane AU, but not completely - uhhhhh yeah

uhhhh so this was just me vomitting ideas for a bit on my Criminal AU I haven't fully finished the concept but I think it's worth sharing so, uh- TAKE. *yeets this at your face*

Our friendly stick figures are wanted criminals and live life on the edge in StickCity.

RocketCorp is still an elusive presence - run by Victim - but they’re working with the city’s police - run by Mango (Purple as a right-hand) - to apprehend Chosen and Dark (and, later, the CG as well).

Chosen & Dark and the CG are seen as different… uh… criminal groups (do different jobs, go out at different times, have different motifs, etc), but they’re in alliance and live close together (the CG became their own “criminal group” (help idk what to call it) after a while of living with Chosen and Dark - the two groups live near each other and visit often)

About a year and a half after the events of AvA 4 (the CG does discover the minecraft block and they get through S1 & 2 of their adventures BUT THEY NEVER MEET PURPLE), Alan’s computer has a major malfunction and begins shutting down itself and his accounts. He’s able to upload the CGs’ files to the cloud just before the PC breaks, saving them. Alan and the CG are unable to contact each other, even if he gets a different computer, because his program/account was the thing that broke. If he got a new program/account, it would be impossible to communicate which one let alone find him among the billions of others. (maybe Sec can have trauma flashbacks to Alan and them locking eyes, Alan smiling weakly, before the computer shuts down to help explain this)

The CG doesn’t have anywhere to go, and they eventually find Dark and Chosen. They get exhilaration and satisfaction in helping the hollowhead brothers with their crime sprees, so they join them.

Gold, instead of dying to minecraft, dies in a fire caused by Dark and Chosen. Mango blames them for Gold’s death, and vows to apprehend the two of them and/or get revenge (he wants them alive so he can have a chat with them first either way)

Purple was already working as the secretary to the chief of police (cause Navy used to work there and they wanted him to be happy that they were  - it doesn’t work lmao but the people in the department realise how bright Purple is and they’re widely respected). Mango was the deputy chief until the former chief stepped down and he was promoted to chief of police. He was sought out by Victim (cause Vic heard about his determination on Cho and Dark), and they both agreed to work together trying to take down the two. He then spoke to the police commissioner/superintendent, and - with some assistance from Victim - got permission to direct the forces of his department entirely to catching the two criminals. Hearing about Purple’s capability, he hired them as a right-hand (assistant chief, ig?). (Purple does have the skills for being a police officer - along with them already being in the force for many years and being a natural leader, they learnt fighting from Navy and taught themselves admin & problem solving cause they had to run their own life for a while ;v;)

Mango is using Purple like he did in AvM, but gradually, subconsciously warms up to and cares about them. GRADUALLY. He tries to tell himself that he doesn’t think about them that way and that they’re just- idk, a tool- but his arc is eventually accepting them as a child figure and coming to peace with Gold’s death. (later in his arc, Mango notices Purple fell asleep at their desk, and puts a blanket over them :>)

Purple and Mango found out about the CG while the two were investigating Chosen and Dark. While their focus was still on the twins, Purple got more invested in finding out about their accomplices. Soon, they clashed regularly, and Purple told Mango they believed that capturing the colour gang could be the key to capturing Cho and Dark.

Uhhhh- I’m going to make some of them feminine or at least not masculine cause I don’t want Purple and Primal to be the only sticks that aren't boys. Also writing a group of people with the same pronouns sucks.

Blue is feminine, while Second, Dark and Victim are non-binary. There. (ahem side note in my aus stick figures don't have genitals and aren't born with a sex, but instead a gender- uhhhh there's more to explain ask me if you're curious)

This AU is primarily centred around the forbidden romance between Green and Purple (cough cough grapeduo based fic let's go), and I mainly imagine scenes where they're fighting and Green is just insane, elusive and enthusiastic while Purple is angry asf, serious and yet struggling because they're constrained by their oath and moral codes and cause they keep getting diStrActED

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh CHARACTER EXPLANATION TIME (I've only done the colour gang + purple's at this point ;v;)

Name: Green Nickname: N/A Code name: Siren Pronouns: He/Him Sexuality: Bi Age: 16 Green fights with guns, close-combat or with weapons like swords, though prefers the guns option (he’s alright at archery but, again, prefers guns). His main gimmick is the use of music. He can cause distractions with it, break opponents’ eardrums in fights, calm down/inspire his friends… though he also likes just having fun with it and teasing opponents by dancing through the fight. He’s known for being almost concerningly loyal, and the others often have to stop him from getting himself killed/deeply wounded in the process of protecting them. He, Red and Dark are the cocky (Red less so) pranksters that keep the group lively. Oh yeah - also, he ADORES pets. Dog, cat, bird, fish, rabbit, lizard- fuckin- PTERODACTYL- he doesn’t care. Any and all pets in his sight will be patted to hell and back.

Quotes:

“Eyes on the target, B! /t […] I SAID THE TARGET NOT MY FACE-” “Oh, dude, you’re on!” “We’re all here to support you, alright? Don’t ever forget that.” “Go! I’ll distract them. […] (rose in his mouth) You like jazz? /j ” “Sloppy… uncontrolled… slow… seriously, officer - it’s like you’re not even trying! /t ” “Nah, you love me~ /t ” 

Name: Red Nickname: N/A Code name: Zookeeper Pronouns: He/Him Sexuality: Straight Age: 14 Red trains and can summon animals like tigers, falcons, etc and fights close-combat with giant metal claws (he’s alright with weapons like swords, and shit with long-range). He’s known for gaining allies in unusual places and is the go-to for emergency backup. He’s the youngest out of the whole cast, and sometimes uses that as a guilt-trip tactic both on his friends and enemies (he gets the “youngest sibling treatment” from Second lmao - can never get in trouble for anything). #Gremlin4Life - he and Ballista would vibe so much if they weren’t opponents >:D (they still do vibe but they see each other as like “aw hell yeah I get to fight this guy again” cause they’re both super hyper).

Quotes:

“Wassup BITCHES-” “Aww~ Sec, look! Amber’s kitten is so adorable!” “But why can’t I ? /whine […] You’re no fun… (pout)” “HahA! Got you!! (Fortnite dances)” “Jail, huh? Gotta catch me first~” “(whistles) GET ‘EM, BOYS-”

Name: Blue Nickname: B (Bee) Code name: Artemis Pronouns: She/Her Sexuality: Straight Age: 15 Blue is - as always - the healer of the group, an alchemist and the long-range. While she can fight close-combat and with weapons like swords, she tends to avoid it since she’s much better at archery. Her potions are always in use - whether to heal or to damage - and she obsessively experiments with things like power ups, invincibility and other such things. It sometimes comes at drastic costs, but she takes them on herself nonetheless (think Moira or Swap!Blue). If someone interrupts her while she’s working, she can and will feed them to the wolves. She’s also known in the gang for having a seemingly magic inventory - always having exactly what’s needed at any given time, even if no one saw her packing it. She’s relied on as the medic, and constantly fusses over the others’ physical health - though not really in a motherly way, more like a big sister. And, yes - she is still addicted to netherwart.

Quotes:

“How the fuck did you manage to get hurt taking out the laundry?” “Don’t go thinking you can bullshit me about these things - come on, spill.” “Right between the eyes~” “YELS STOP STEALING MY EQUIPMENT YOU’RE GOING TO BLOW UP THE LAB AGAIN-” “This one will work. {BOOM} The next one will work.” “If you don’t drink the potion, I will shove it down your throat - bottle and all.”

Name: Yellow Nickname: Yels Code name: Jigsaw Pronouns: He/They Sexuality: Straight Age: 15 Yellow is the engineer that makes equipment, elaborate traps and works with Dark as the group’s hackers (Dark’s usually on-site, he’s usually off). He’s a little mad-scientist-y (*cough cough* high-key insane), and constantly works with TNT and creates new machines to “extend the reach of science”. Blue is the only one that can calm them down, and even then, getting them to sleep at all would be a miracle. He doesn’t fight long-range or engage in swordfighting (he can but it’s like a last resort). While he can fight close-combat, he much prefers explosives, bludgeoning weapons and trickery. Think Jinx without the machine gun and abandonment issues, but with a hacker’s setup and 50 projects.

Quotes:

“Fascinating - (pulls out notepad and paper) - and what about the combustion level? […] (scribbling something down) Alright, so up a few values, then…” “TALK TO THE TNT, SUCKER-” “Activate password cracker- oh, wait. […] 1234. How original.” “I don’t need sleep, I need answers .” “Too much coffee? I only drink 15 a day- […] Yes, from the same cafe. […] You call it overdosing on caffeine, I call it supporting small businesses.” “(perking up) Arson? […] (concerning maniacal laughter) ”

Full Name: The Second Coming Name: Second Nickname: Sec Code name: Whiskey Pronouns: They/Them (AMAB) Sexuality: Bi Age: 14 Second is the “ringleader” of the colour gang, despite being the second (heh) youngest (angry mum friend with sandal vibes). They primarily fight close-combat and sometimes with weapons like swords, but rarely long-range. They haven’t found out that their powers exist at all, but they still have the advantages of hollowheads (increased strength and pain tolerance, sharp teeth, almost second (heh) nature fighting abilities, etc). Oh, and they can draw anything into existence, and have a track record of accidentally destroying the base with their “helpers” (Green still swears he has no clue what happened to a particular one).

Quotes:

“HolyshitholyshitholyshITHOLYSHIT-” “Fuck you I was sleeping.” “Green! Keep. It. DOWN! […] GREEN I WILL BACKHAND YOU INTO THE INTERNET-” “Standby? […] Good. Forward!” “Cho, Cho! Look, I drew a firefox!” “(quantum-level snoring)”

Name: Purple Nickname: Purps Pronouns: They/Them (AFAB) Sexuality: Bi Age: 15 As the second(heh)-hand of Mango, Purple is always working. They don’t ruin their health over it, but they have ZERO free-time. Purple’s a bit socially awkward and doesn’t have any friends - aside from friendly relationships with the employees at the cafe they’re a regular at (mostly Teal (16F), who works there almost every day). They are fairly good at all fighting styles, though mostly close-combat, trickery, and their pistol. As the right-hand of the chief of police, though, they don’t get many 1v1 fights. They have a secret love of crochet and music, but these interests rarely shine due to their… well… entire lifestyle. They do LOVE their pets, though - mostly dogs. They are a dog person.

Quotes:

“Sir, I’m going to need to see your ID- […] Um, no - it needs to have your picture- […] Sir- […] Sir, show me your ID or get the fuck out.” “(obsessing over a fluffy dog) Awww!~ Hi, there~” “Ugh, come on - DAMN YOU, SIREN!” “Sorry, I’m really busy tonight. […] No, then too- […] Also then- […] And then!- […] SORRY, I’LL CALL YOU WHEN I’M NOT-” “Don’t worry, Ma’am. We’ll find them.” “Huh? How long have I been out? […] sHIT-”

[muleumpyo]

late night office visits based on the iconic vanity fair photoshoot

[timeloop-observer]

time loop Stands For Some Things question mark? mostly just curious about your interpretation of the metaphor(s) there as someone only vaguely familiar with the game. sorry for stumbling on your special interest blog and asking for the literal ABCs of isat im just soo questions

ok well the thing is the things that the loop stands for in isat are Big Spoilers. so uh, go into the read more at your own discretion? also keep in mind this is just my interpretation

the way i see it, the loops can be read psychologically and metawise. psychologically, it's all about being trapped in patterns of behavior. conversations that you've already had dozens of time before, things that you and the people around you keep doing, cycles that repeat for no one's benefit, safe for the unintended effect of not having to change or open up about your issues. siffrin keeping himself and his party hostage by not being vulnerable with them but refusing to let them leave out of fear and love. and thus making the same mistakes and doing the same things over and over until they get so burnt out and mess up so hard it threatens to Ruin Everything (where the game once again ramps up siffrin's subjective perception to cosmic cataclysm proportions via wish craft).

metawise, isat is also a commentary on how hard it is to leave a good game behind. the story is framed as the endgame area of a different jrpg (which i'll refer to as "the larger game" from here on out) for a reason: siffrin is effectively the player being unable to reckon with the fact the larger game is almost over. running around with different sidequests, trying to find more ways to spend time with the characters, feeling the endgame grind of fighting against enemies time and time again for exp, doing anything and everything to just not let the game go. it even escalates to the point of their attachment becoming warped, ironically getting so invested that they wind up flattening the complexities of the story and characters that they loved so much it caused this (siffrin with their stageplay metaphors paralleling how some people become hyperaware of the fact they're "playing a game" and "trying to 100% it" which ironically even happens to isat).

the two allegories are in my opinion two sides of the same silver coin and serve as another element of what makes siffrin so compelling (not to mention relatable, i only thought of the psychological angle because i sometimes feel like i'm in a timeloop when a depressing situation happens that has happened before- I MEAN WHAT).

[cavennmalore]

anyway you guys should go read the fic i wrote about alvars pseudo redemption arc instead of sleeping bc i have to wake up at the ass crack of dawn tomorrow

[into-the-basement]

Me when I'm robot

Some silly photos of my cat underneath the cut because i think you will like her

SOMEONE was trying to eat my cat in a discord server while i posted this btw. Just so you know

[skipblebee]

HELLOOOO TGCF NATION!!! TODAY I BRING YOU AN AU IDEA‼️🫵

So I've been watching this show called Monk lately and MY GOSH I love it- so very normal about it that my brain went "Skip!! What if we made an au inspired by this!!"

And so I present to you:

A tgcf detective au!

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Where Xie Lian is the best detective there- who can figure out every single case no matter how impossible it seems, but his luck is so terrible that something always goes wrong (like his evidence suddenly missing) and eventually, he gets laid off the force.

Hua Cheng on the other hand, has looked up to Xie Lian ever since they were at the academy and Xie Lian defended him in a case where he was wrongfully accused (also the case that made Xie Lian popular)

Hua Cheng now, is said to be a "good luck charm" because whoever has him on their team ALWAYS ends up solving their cases!! Like wherever he goes evidence will just pop up so he's seen as someone super lucky

On hearing about what happened to Xie Lian, he offers to work with him to solve cases and prove that xl is capable and can get back in the force.

They'd balance each other out and although people think they're an unusual duo, they seem to work pretty well together!!

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I haven't thought much about the side characters but so far I'm thinking they work for a detective agency headed by Jun Wu, who has the public persona of an angel but he's secretly into some pretty shady stuff,,,,

Let's just say Xie Lian's cases where evidence went missing,,, most of them might've been from cases Jun Wu would've been involved in.

Y'all know I am an AVID fengqing enjoyer so ofc we have those two, always bickering but being the best duo, always able to bounce off of each other, always getting paired to go on missions together‼️‼️

Yin Yu and Yizhen?? Maybe Yin Yu landed the role of a secratary even though he always wanted to be a detective. Yizhen is someone who kinda just tagged along with him but ended up getting the detective job instead of him. Which is messy but he buys him coffee every break they have cuz he has a massive crush on him. Don't tell him I told you that tho. Not that he's trying hard to hide it.

I came up with this au pretty recently so I haven't fully figured it out yet!! But I do like the idea a lot :D

[beesorcery]

i redesigned this shirt and now you can put it on your body

here it is, the final culmination of my fun cool graphic design project where i replace cities with 8balls!! If you want to follow along the process you can check out these posts: one, two, and three :D

if you are interested in wearing this as a shirt i made a teepublic! (edit for anyone who remembers this: the teepublic listing got dmca’d lol. however,) you can also download the files from google drive if you would like to print the design yourself

thanks for following along!! i have really had a lot of fun doing this (and just following 2our in general, the vibes were sweet) and i'm glad other people enjoyed it too :)

(better quality images under the cut <3)

[sadiecoocoo]

So if Tech did survive that fall (please let him be alive) do you think he would have to some prosthetics like echo? Like he’d need new legs or something, probably more than that but yknow

Need this for a fic… even tho it’s not at all tech centric lol (just set in an au where everyone is happy and back together and go back to doing bounties [havent decided if it’s bounties or if they do jobs for Rex when he needs it… possibly both])… it’s wrecker whump :}

[luna-loveboop]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LUNA!!!!🥳🥳🧁🧁🎉✨🎊🍰🎁🎂🎈

Wishing you a lovely and amazing new year full of fun and surprises!!! 🎊🎉🌟💖

Here's a bonus doodle of Sky and a remlit:)

SHFBSYXVSGXGSGS I love it, thank you :)

The bonus doodle is so cute, how did you know remlits are my favourite zelda creature? Reminds me of the egg I did for linktober of a remlit (which was my favourite egg of the month fhcbddhdhs). And you added the moon and stars to the cake doodle thank you so much ToT I love the night sky :) I also love the heart earrings because I wear heart shaped glasses all the time bc my vision does not care for sight. I also just love everything about this tbh :P

dyxvdgxxdvxghdgf THANKS

[imminent-danger-came]

In the Samadhi Fire ritual flashbacks and the brief vision of Macaque and Monkey King's final fight, SWK lacks the circlet. Do you think this is an intentional plot element, memory being fallible, or a straight-up animation error?

The 3x04 flashback of SWK and Macaque's fight lacking a circlet could easily be fallible memory or bias, but either way it's definitely intentional. The 3x10 Samadhi Fire flashback on the other hand is an unbiased account of what sealing the fire had looked like, so without a doubt we can trust everything we see there!

Honestly, at this point I wouldn't be surprised if there were in fact 2 SWK V Macaque fights: one during jttw where Tang Sanzang encouraged Wukong to spare Macaque (Like the great monk had done with LBD—that or Wukong is just straight up unwilling to finish Macaque off), and another fight post-jttw where it's Wukong alone without the influence of the pilgrims. But that's just me throwing stuff out there.

[cloudsthatglowinthenightsky]

heard i missed a day specifically for making terrible comics... decided no i didn't. enjoy :3

[goodfully]

hello! so ive never done this before and idk if this would really reach anyone, but i would love to have a penpal? but i kinda want to make it a rule that we wont ever direct message each other nor ever follow each others social media... i suppose what i want to do is: get to know someone purely from their handwritten words.

ahh unfortunately... dont expect anything cutely decorated from me if we're penpals. your letters will most likely only be a plain envelope. i think id be writing excessively in detail about my day/life and my thoughts/feelings about anything, and when i receive your letter, i hope to get a long letter about details from your life as well. so... if you would be open to something like that, please let me know hahaha

uhm! ig if you want to know what some of my interests are, you could scroll through my account? however, the point is that we dont know anything about each other and that everything we do learn about each other is purely through reading our handwritten letters. id prefer someone about my age (22) but any age is fine really. im currently in america, but id be happy to send letters internationally. altho do note that i can only write/read well in english and in little trad chinese.

anyway if anyone happens to see this and is interested... please! let me know! ill answer any questions if you have any. ive never done this before but i wish it to work out with someone somehow. its such a huge desire of mine to try learning about someone deeply without physically meeting and without any social media at all. its kinda a personal project/experiment to befriend someone this way, but i also am excited for whatever may come out of this! i know there isnt much appeal to this... however, if only one other person is excited about this idea, thats all i need. :)

[thevalleyoftriumph]

the 22 gb of space left on my laptop begging me to clear my filez az i download yet another video game