#remember kids where there is a monitor there is a video I can make these guys watch

[victorian-nymph]

Movie night at Outpost 31

[parkersgnome]

⭐️Mima Rants⭐️

I remember coming across slideshow on tik tok this about a year ago, and even *I* (as someone who used to be grossed out by proshipping) thought was ridiculous…

This is the title of the slideshow.

Just a heads up guys, just like our favorite ships, None of these stories are real.

And if they were based on actual events, wouldn’t it make more sense to make a video about that instead of making up shit that never happened?

But, Let’s go through each of these as if they were real stories, shall we?

First one

“Caleb uses the internet to deal with his trauma”, Alright, I��m gonna stop you right there.

Isn’t “Staying off the internet is beneficial for your mental health” something we learned in, idk, fucking grade school? Cyber safety PSAs in middle school? Something that dozens of people have screeched from the top of their lungs since social media was invented?

Who the heck told him that being on the internet was going to help with his trauma and improve his mental health???

His feelings are valid, I get that. He has every right to be disturbed by Sage’s writings and fantasies. However, it seems that Sage isn't encouraging these actions in real life and keeps them strictly within fiction. As long as it’s in text or art, Sage has every right to express his fantasies.

Anyways, Caleb should seek a better therapist who can teach him better coping mechanisms like going out for walks, yoga, baking, or some other fourth thing instead of browsing social media where there’s a good chance he can run into something that makes him uncomfortable.

Next one���

“Jackie is 10-”

Yeah no no no no no no.. no… NO.

10-years-old. That’s, like, what? 4th grade? Shouldn’t Jackie be watching cartoons, playing with toys, or better yet, playing outside? Why did her parents give her internet access? Why aren’t they monitoring what their elementary schooled daughter is watching online?

If Charlie was going out of her way to promote this to minors then I would say she’s in the wrong, but this story never implies whether her content was specifically targeted to and/or letting minors come on to her account.

I've never seen proshippers create accounts specifically targeting children. If Charlie makes it clear her content isn't for kids, then it's not her fault if some random little girl she doesn’t know ends up consuming it.

If Jackie started to think this was normal, then it is her parent’s fault for neglecting her online safety and allowing her to access adult-targeted content at an age when media literacy is at an all time low.

The last one

“dEGenErates LiKE hiM 🤓” 💀💀

Once again, unless you can present to me a REAL LIFE incest/pedophilia case where proshipping was involved, this is not a valid argument that fiction affects reality.

Alas, we're treating these stories as if they were real. If Trey feels compelled to SA his sister after seeing writings or drawings of problematic ships, this suggests he’s likely an untreated mentally ill individual, especially since he can't differentiate fiction from reality.

What? If Trey played GTA V and started shooting and robbing a bank because he wanted to be like Trevor Phillips, should we consider banning violent video games?

As proshippers, we do not endorse real-life criminals and genuinely terrible people. The essence of proshipping is that all negative or degenerate actions should be confined to fiction. Understand?

End of discussion.

Anyway, as ridiculous as that slideshow was, please refrain from harassing or bothering the artist who made it. They have the same freedom of speech we do, and stooping to harassment and bullying wouldn't make us any better than antis who promote such behavior.

[rottenpumpkin13]

I mean if you really think about it. Technically Chadley is kind of Sephiroth's little brother

Anon you are so right. Unfortunately we don't have it it canon, but highlights of their sibling bond would include:

• Sephiroth frequently gifting Chadley toys and other trinkets he himself was deprived of during childhood because he wants to make sure Chadley doesn't go through that. Chadley has more Lego sets and two-person games than he knows what to do with.

• Chadley going to Sephiroth for real world advice and getting trolled in grand older brother fashion.

Chadley: I think I may have romantic feelings for Professor Hojo's new intern.

Sephiroth: How so?

Chadley: Whenever I'm around her, I have heart palpitations, my vision blurs, I become sweaty and my speech is slurred.

Sephiroth: You've just described a stroke.

Chadley:

Sephiroth: You can have the same symptoms by consuming a double bacon cheeseburger.

Chadley:

Sephiroth: Which is much more fulfilling than romance, in my opinion.

• While researching "ways brothers bond," Chadley found funny videos of siblings jump scaring each other. He now frequently hides behind corners, donning a scary mask or fake blood, to scare Sephiroth. He finds it hilarious when Sephiroth gasps and clutches his heart. Sephiroth, in turn, isn't sure when he'll ever stop pretending to be scared, but he doesn't care. He likes seeing Chadley happy.

• Chadley steals Sephiroth's music taste, much to Hojo's chagrin, since the kid likes to blast the heavy metal and obscure goth music in the labs.

• Stealing each other's food.

*They're walking when Chadley's shoelaces come undone*

Chadley: Hold my sandwich for me please.

Sephiroth: Sure.

*Chadley bends down to tie his shoes. When he stands up, his sandwich is gone*

Chadley: I told you to hold it!

Sephiroth: I'm holding it in my stomach.

• Chadley uses social media for researching/ mimicking "sibling behavior" and likes to replicate things he sees. This is how he ended up on a "fun ways to annoy your brother" video. Sephiroth now gets sprayed with water—like a cat—at random when he's trying to rest.

• Chadley's excited rambling about materia and his research is never reprimanded by Sephiroth, who listens happily, remembering how he wished he had someone to listen to him gush about his interests when he was a child.

• Chadley is helping Professor Hojo assess Sephiroth in the labs. When Hojo's back is turned, Charley socks Sephiroth in the arm. Sephiroth, annoyed, punches him right back. Hojo turns around right as Chadley gets punched.

Hojo: Honestly Sephiroth. I expected better from you.

Sephiroth: But he hit me first.

Chadley: He bullies me constantly, Professor.

Sephiroth: !?

• When the labs feel suffocating or Professor Hojo is being particularly difficult, Chadley likes to escape to the 49th floor and use Sephiroth's office as a quiet spot. Sephiroth isn't always there, but when he is he makes sure to distract Chadley and give him the attention he needs. Eventually Sephiroth gives him a spare access card to his apartment if Chadley ever needs it.

• This later evolves into sleepovers.

• They constantly take advantage of their height difference—Chadley through piggyback rides and Sephiroth through fun methods of discipline.

*Lazard walks by Sephiroth's office and sees Sephiroth sitting on Chadley*

Lazard: What in Shiva's name are you doing??

Sephiroth: I caught him trying to go to Wall Market.

Chadley: It's for RESEARCH.

Sephiroth: Clearly he's at the age where he needs to be monitored lest he falls victim to recreational drugs and gang activity.

Chadley: I was just going to conduct a survey! GET OFF ME!

Sephiroth: Struggling will do nothing but amuse me.

• Not even Sephiroth is safe from your little sibling stealing your stuff.

*Chadley walks in with a shiny device in his hand*

Sephiroth: Is that my transmuter?

Chadley: No.

Sephiroth: It says Sephiroth on the back.

Chadley: No it doesn't.

Sephiroth: Chadley, I'm looking right at it.

Chadley: So? You don't even use it.

Sephiroth: Just because I don't regularly use something doesn't mean you can take it without permission.

Chadley: Hm. I guess I should probably give this back.

*Chadley places Masamune on the table*

Sephiroth: HOW—?

• Other SOLDIERs and troopers on missions with Sephiroth have reported seeing his face "light up" whenever he gets a call from Chadley.

[l33bang24]

OMG It’s You… (Part 4)

YouTube! Fem reader x Stray Kids

Summary: Y/N’s YouTube channel is taking off after her reactions to Stray Kids MV God’s Menu. Now she’s making videos nonstop along with working a full time job. What would happen if she got offered a job of a lifetime and met the boys of her succession?

⚠️Warnings⚠️: the kids misbehaving, Chan and Lee Know being parents, Felix being the golden child (let me know if I missed anything)

🏷️: @laylasbunbunny @weirdowithaphone @silverstarburst @jusanontstuff @anxiousskylar @drewsandsebastianswife @amararosesblog @niaalove (Taglist open)

(A/N: Hi everyone!👋🏻 I hope you enjoy this chapter. I’m hoping to have some more chapters coming up. (As long as I can stay in my creative mode.) Also if you could have your own fandom name, what would it be? 🤔)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 2.5 Chapter 3 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 6.5 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9

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Felix’s POV

After having the conversation with Lee Know Hyung, I felt ten times better. I knew that I probably overreacted when Seungmin teased me about watching Y/N’s videos. I never realized just how much I needed her videos. She feels like a breath of fresh air and she has this way of pulling you in. Sometimes I wonder if this is how Stays feel about us. (It is.)

I was shocked when Lee Know told me about how much he enjoys her videos as well. I thought he was just saying that to get me to speak up. Though I realized that he wouldn’t lie to me about something like this. When I looked up at him, I could see the sincerity in his eyes.

Once Lee Know left, I made a promise to myself not to talk about her so much. It’s hard because I feel like I need to tell everyone about her. Some might say that I’m her biggest fan, and maybe I am. Since our comeback is just around the corner, everyone has been on edge trying to make sure we have everything done.

When things get tough, I always resort to watching Y/N since it helps me to relax. Seeing someone who has a much simpler life that’s not hectic like mine makes me somewhat jealous. Then I remember that I wanted this life and I knew what I was getting into when I auditioned for it.

I knew that if I ever met her in person that I would be nervous around her. Which seems silly to most people, but in my mind she’s the one person that I could look up to outside of my members. I just hope I won’t make a fool out of myself.

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Y/N’s POV

I woke up feeling like I got hit by a truck. Muscles feeling stiff and sore. Getting up slowly, I climb out of bed. I had worked the weekend so I didn’t have much time to work on any videos or record anything. Walking into the kitchen, I grab a mug out of the cupboard and head towards the coffee maker.

One thing about coffee is I never feel like I get any energy from it. If anything it makes me more sleepy than awake. After fixing my coffee the way I like it, I walk back to my room and sit down in my chair. I turn on my laptop and monitors.

I had seen where my followers had been asking if I had a PO Box where they could send me mail. At first I ignored it because I didn’t see the need for having one. Though over time messages started pilling up, especially when I do a livestream and that’s all they ask about. I debated whether if it was a good idea or not. Since I knew that there were people who didn’t like me very much, I wasn’t keen on getting hate through the mail. Overall, I decided that I would get one made so that would please my followers.

I decided that I would make a short video about it and post it on YouTube. I stated in the video about how I didn’t want anyone to feel obliged to send me anything, and if they did then I didn’t want anything like personal items. Like merch that they already bought for themselves and sending it to me since I didn’t have it. “I will leave the PO Box address at the bottom of this video. Depending on what I get, I might make a video of me opening the mail that y’all sent. I feel like all of you would like that. And if you want to stay anonymous then you can just put that in the letter or in the package. I’ll repeat myself again, please do not feel pressured about sending me anything. I don’t need anything from y’all. Just knowing how much you all support me is enough for me. I don’t need letters or packages to tell me that, but at the end of the day you have the decision to do whatever you want. I love you all and I hope you have a great day. Bye!” I wave at the camera before ending it.

I had just realized I never changed my clothes. I was still in my pajamas and my long robe. “Oh well. They’ve seen worse.” I shrug editing the address in the video. Taking on last look at the video to see if I like it, I post it to my channel. “I have a feeling that I don’t know what I just signed myself up for.” I thought to myself.

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(Back at the JYP Building)

Group Chat name: Stray Kids (literally)

Group chat: OPERATION SFM (No parents allowed)

[whoahoney]

Not the Babysitter

Steve Harrington x Single Mom!Reader

A/N: The polls are in! And this is the desired WIP by my peeps so here she is! I have more than this, but this is a little of their beginning🤍

─── ･ ｡ﾟ���: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It was a warm afternoon, her shorts were short, her top was small, and Sara wore her favorite overalls, to which the two year old referred to as ‘ralls’.

Steve stood behind the counter, checking in movies that were returned overnight, when the bell jingled with the first customer of the day. “I’ll be right with you!” He said over his shoulder.

“No problem, we’re not in a rush.” She replied, her voice alone compelling him to drop the tape. Steve’s eyes darted for the security mirrors, trying to pinpoint the aisle she occupied.

He found them in the family section, of course. There she stood, her arms crossed against her chest. Steve melted at the way her brows came together in concentration. She sensed his presence quickly and met his gaze, which nearly took the breath from him.

“Hi!” She chirped, shifting her weight to the side, revealing Sara, her hands on her knees browsing the cover art across the shelves. The first thing Steve noticed about her was her hair. The spiraling pigtails made Steve’s heart throb.

He was absolutely into babysitters.

Girls that care about kids? C’mon. Can’t get better than that.

“Hi, I’m Steve.” He said, offering his hand as if that’s what he does with every customer. Without a thought, she took it, her heart jumping at the gesture.

“Y/n,” She said, the name matching her perfectly the second it came from her lips.

“Y/n…” he smiled, “—and who might this be?” He asked, looking past her to the toddler who stood next to her. “This is Sara,” She bent down to pick her up and settled her on her hip. “Can you say hello?” Y/n asked quietly, stroking her back soothingly.

“Hi.” Sara smiled bashfully and laid her head down on her mothers chest. “Hey, there!” He gave a warm smile, earning himself a giggle from the girl.

“Can I help you ladies find something? Or just browsing?” His hands settled on his hips.

“Actually, could you help us find The Care Bears in the Land Without Feelings?” She asked frankly, which Steve thought was adorable. He chuckled at the request and nodded, motioning for her to follow him to the computer.

“Let me check and see if we have it in the store.” He said, typing away at the keyboard. Sara grabbed at the candy below the counter, Y/n intercepts her small hand and holds it. “Not today, babe” Y/n mentioned, the use of the nickname made the corners of Steve’s mouth turn up.

Sara whined and wriggled in protest; irritated with the rejection. “We have snacks at home, remember? And we have cookie things! We wanna make those! But we can’t if you’re loud in the store, remember?” Y/n reminded her whispering at the end. The toddler’s eyes lit up at the mention of the treat, and pressed her finger to her lips to make a ‘shh’ sound with her mom, successfully avoiding a tantrum.

Steve had seen many families come into Family Video and almost every time a small child asks for candy, there is either a meltdown—complete with kicking and screaming, the parents give into the whining, or someone gets spanked, which all make Steve very uncomfortable.

He waited for the monitor to load, taking the opportunity to look at them again. Sara now sat on the counter, Y/n’s forearms resting on either side of her legs to cage her in.

“You’re really good with her.” Steve complimented. Y/n laughed, “Thank you, I try my best,” Steve matched her laughter with his own, pleased he could make her smile.

“Do you have any?” Y/n asked, to which Steve responded, “Oh, yeah, like six of ‘em now.” He nodded casually, not completely understanding her question. Y/n’s eyes widened in shock and confusion, surely he didn’t mean—

“Six?” She asked for confirmation. “Oh yeah! I get ‘em where they need to go, we get together and do things, try to be there for ‘em when their folks are working, you know? Keep ‘em out of trouble, well, most of the time they’re getting me in trouble—” He said. That was then Y/n realized Steve was talking about babysitting, not parenting.

Steve confirmed the tape was recently returned, searching in the bottom of the bin he was previously sorting through. “Do you watch any other kids? Or is it just Miss Sara?” He asked, successfully locating the tape and flipping it over to inspect the reels inside.

Steve held up the tape in victory, giving Y/n a smile. “Let me get this rewound for you and I’ll get you checked out.” He stepped out from behind the counter and walked quickly to the rewind room. The pep in his step made Y/n blush.

After a minute or two, Steve returned with the video, locating the case and tucking the tape away. He typed in the prices on the cash register, smiling when she paid for most of it in cash and the rest with quarters and nickels, something he would’ve rolled his eyes at had it been anyone else, but with her it was endearing.

“Let me know how it ends.” Steve said smoothly, applauding himself in his head. “We’ll be happy to.” She smiled, accepting the bag, his fingers brushing hers in the process.

Y/n placed Sara back on her hip and walked to the door, while Steve internally struggled over the matter of asking her out. Before she could pull the door all the way open, he called out to her, to which she turned immediately. “Maybe, uh, sometime when you aren’t babysitting, I could take you out sometime?” He asked while trying to keep up his confident façade.

Y/n smiled and couldn’t help but give a laugh, which sent Steve’s heart plummeting. Fuck.

“You’re cute, Steve, and really sweet, but I’m not a babysitter...” She said before letting the door fall shut behind her.

Steve stood there confused for a few solid seconds before the dots connected:

‘Well, why does she have someone’s kid all…. Oh shit.’

He allowed his forehead to rest on the counter, hitting the end of his fist next to him a couple times as he chanted ‘..stupid, stupid, stupid..’ to himself inside.

[soup-spoonn]

The boy at the gala pt.2

Part one

“So, you’re telling me that this kid knocked out the joker with one blow, and asked for help while getting in a car with Vlad freaking Masters? And we’re supposed to believe that?” Dick asked incredulously.

“That’s what I said, isn’t it? This kid could be in trouble and we need to figure out how to help him.”

“He knocked out the joker with one blow, how much danger could he possibly be in?”

“I don’t know, but he asked for help so we need to do whatever we can.”

Bruce was doing research on Masters and found that he adopted the boy, who’s name is Daniel James Fenton, who’s family unfortunately passed in a lab accident a few months ago. The police department suspected foul play was involved, but didn’t investigate for some unknown reason.

“This is getting interesting.” Dick said, leaning closer to the monitor.

-

“Daniel, why did you do that?!” Vlad started yelling as soon as they arrived at his mansion.

“I told you I didn’t wanna be there. And anyway, he was gonna hurt that little girl!”

“You couldn’t have left it to the city police department? It’s kind of their job!”

“They wouldn’t have arrived in time! I didn’t want anyone to get hurt!”

“Okay and what about you? What if you got hurt?!”

“That’s not gonna happen, I’m half dead, remember?!”

Vlad turned red, which is apparently something he does when he’s angry.

“That still means you’re half alive, and still in danger!”

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?!”

“I could turn you in to the GIW whenever I want to! You’re legally not sentient, not human!”

Danny tensed at the mention of the GIW. He couldn’t believe Vlad would stoop so low as to threaten him with… them.

“What does that make you?” Danny asked, leaving Vlad standing in the middle of the entryway with a shocked expression.

Danny went upstairs to his room, which he decorated with stars and planets stuck to his ceiling and lights where the stars are.

He almost sprinted to his laptop and started a video call with Sam and Tucker when he saw what time it is, 6:59.

They made it a little tradition of theirs to call exactly at 7:00 PM every night.

They picked up almost immediately.

“Danny!” They yelled in unison.

His core felt safe hearing their voices.

“Hi guys, how’re you?”

“Good, we took a test today, you would’ve totally aced it.” Sam said.

“It was on the solar system!” Tucker said, excited.

“I think we only might’ve passed because of your ranting for hours” Sam giggled, “anyway what did you do today?”

“I went to another stupid party with Vlad.”

“Where was it?” Tucker asked.

“Some weird place called Gotham City. It was super boring, and we had to take a jet to get there.” Danny paused, “something weird did happen though,”

“What happened Danny?” Sam asked, looking genuinely curious.

He smiled and continued, “some weird clown guy and his annoying goons came in and started monologing, he was gonna hurt a little girl though, so I knocked him out. Everyone was super surprised, am I supposed to know who he is?”

“Wait you said in Gotham?” Tucker asked.

“Yeah, why?”

Sam and Tucker exchanged a look.

“That was the joker, he regularly attempts to kill everyone in gotham but there’s a guy who dresses like a bat and stops him.”

“So someone who regularly attempts mass murder and a furry vigilante both live in Gotham? Weird”

Sam and Tucker started laughing when he said that.

“There are more too!” Sam said.

“What, furry vigilantes, or mass murderers?”

“Both!” Tucker choked out.

Danny felt a smile tugging at his face, the type of smile that he only has when he’s talking with Sam and Tucker.

A genuine smile.

“Daniel, dinner!” He heard from down the stairs.

Danny groaned and apparently Sam and Tucker heard too, who tensed at the sound of Vlad’s voice.

“Guys, I have to go. Vlad gets all pissy when I don’t eat dinner with him, and I just yelled at him so I’m in deep shit already.”

“Okay, bye Danny, we’ll talk to you tomorrow,” Sam said.

“Bye Danny, visit soon!” Tucker said before Danny smiled and closed his laptop.

Danny really does want to visit, he just doesn’t think Vlad would even consider letting him.

I could totally just leave…

Danny shook his head as if to get rid of the thought.

No, not again.

“Daniel! Dinner!”

Danny groaned again and stormed down the stairs to see Vlad at the table, accompanied by a man in a white business suit.

No way he actually followed through with it.

“Hello, Daniel.” The man said.

[talas-first-lady]

Can we discuss how Evil Gideon was lying, though?

I was thinking today about how completely unrealistic the Astra runs for President prediction was and the more I think about it, a lot of the other predictions don't add up. I'm going to go through in the order they were in the episode.

(She may not have been purposefully lying but she definitely just showed them whatever Chat GPT popped out.)

Zari: Seems plausible on the surface, but I have some concerns.

Her award show dress is UGLY. The red color is pretty but the orangey overlay ruins it. The ruching is in the worst possible place and makes her look larger than she is right through the middle. The bottom is kind of wrinkled. And then she has really small, understated jewelry and her hair up, so there's nothing interesting at all going on in the shoulder/neck region. Zari dresses better than that.

She makes billions with her cosmetics company. Despite the fact that we have repeatedly been told throughout the show that she is terrible at selling cosmetics. Her lip kits don't even sell. Everybody has lips! Her perfume destroys people's sense of smell.

Audible lipstick. Not a thing anyone wants. Not a thing that makes any sense. Evil Gideon is making this stuff up. And yes, it's the future, but nothing we've seen of the 2040s on Legends really looks all that much more technologically advanced than what we have now.

EG fails to consider that Zari has grown as a person since whatever info she has in her files, which is the whole reason Zari is upset about the prediction. It's plausible that she would go back to her career as it was, but she cares about people now. She would absolutely be doing some sort of philanthropy.

She's so pretty. But also, I'm not 100% convinced that that even is a dress because it looks like they may have just shoved a piece of fabric at her and said "here, hold this under your arms."

Behrad:

Totally plausible that he could become famous, either for his talent or via his connections, but he has never wanted to be famous. You expect me to believe that the man who hid in bed to avoid imaginary TV cameras is going to purposefully go into a career of being on camera?

He can't account for his whereabouts for several years of his adult life. He is not passing a background check to become a children's performer.

His record is called "Grey Hound to the Moon." Which is great, except that both the bus company and the dog spell it Greyhound. One word.

Avalance:

Knowing what we know now about Sara's biology, this is plausible.

But I feel like they might run into some issues trying to sign their kid up for school when one of them is legally dead and the other was never legally born.

Do kids get to do video calls from camp these days? I don't know. I am old. I had to bring quarters to the designated calling home payphones at a predetermined time to talk to my parents.

Gwyn:

He knows too much. They can't send him back to the 1920s. All of the Legends are aberrations waiting to happen, but sending anyone to the past is a no-no.

If they are going to send him back, wouldn't it make more sense to send him back to New York? Since that's where he last was?

Nate:

He has to somehow convince someone to publish a book about how time travel is real. Nate Heywood. Who you may recall from that controversial fake documentary about time travel a few years back. He seems like a reliable source.

You don't grow a hideous beard over the Heywood jawline. You just don't.

His TV interview is totally bogus. Nate knows how to schmooze. He's not going to be all "I can't answer your simple question about what time travel feels like because you must first read all 500 pages of my book."

"I never said that out loud before but that is the title I picked out." Gideon can literally monitor your dreams, dude. I know that she's never personally kidnapped you and put you into a time loop, but she knows things.

Astra:

Remember how she couldn't find a job in season 6? Because she's legally dead and legally still a child? She also has no education, no work experience, and a grand total of like 6 people who can vouch for her existence. She is a mess. No idea if she's legally eligible to run.

And she definitely wouldn't win, given that all of the above would definitely come out. She also doesn't look her legal age (which barely makes her old enough to qualify), she's terrible at keeping her temper, and she's literally a witch.

Also, she runs in 2040. We know for a fact that Dwayne Johnson is the President in 2045. So at best, she gets 1 term.

That wig is preposterous.

Spooner:

Again, she definitely knows too much to go back to the 1920s.

Everyone is already suspicious of Gloria Cruz. You don't think they're going to have questions when her daughter goes missing and then some 20-something shows up out of nowhere?

They are not running an apothecary. They are getting burned at the stake.

[sukunaspinkyfinger]

omegle adventures! featuring gojo satoru & nanami kento (f!reader)

"one day out of boredom, you decide to convince your boyfriend to fuck around on omegle with you"

contains: crack, mentions of male reproductive body party (it's omegle, ifykyk)

GOJO

Satoru needs almost no convincing to begin his first-ever journey on Omegle with you, even if you warn him about the possible dangers beforehand. He plops down on the couch beside you and swings an arm around your shoulder as he yoinks your laptop in his lap and waits for the site to load, impatiently. You try to hide your laugh the moment your webcam turns on, debating if it was a good idea to introduce your unhinged boyfriend to this even more unhinged website.

For the first couple of minutes, everyone just straight up skips you and Satoru, or the person on the other side simply stares at their phone without saying a word.

"Booooring..." a defeated sigh escapes the tall man as he leans back on the couch, turned to you. It seems only you were aware of the new candidate that just loaded in.

"Yo." 

The child sitting in his gaming chair seems rather disinterested as he takes a sip from his energy drink, his eyes drift between his monitor and Satoru, who turns to him with a cocky smile.

"Yo, kiddo. Whatcha' playing?" Satoru asks him with a lot of enthusiasm as he gestures over to the child's monitor that showed the loading screen of a familiar video game. The kid on the other side blinks at least five times as he takes a good look at your boyfriend before he answers with a very unimpressed tone. 

"Your hair makes you look like my sisters rat that got electrocuted last week. It climbed behind the fridge and chewed the cable. My dad noticed it because it got stinky."

Satoru is in disbelief, not sure if because of the sudden insult or because of the gruesome story the kid described with a poker face. You hold your tummy as you begin to laugh uncontrollably, which earns you a rather unamused look from your scarred boyfriend.

"I'm playing Fortnite, by the way. I could easily 1v1 you." 

That's it, you remembered the name of the familiar game which your boyfriend also plays very enthusiastically every Friday night accompanied by Yuji and Megumi. Which is why Satoru stiffens the moment the child on the other side of the screen states that he would, in fact beat your boyfriend in a 1v1, whatever that means. Their conversation suddenly forms into a heated debate about game's strategies, something about building and nineties, which you didn't really get, so you decided to get up from the couch to get some snacks. 

The moment you stretch your legs and stand up, Satoru does so as well with such eagerness it almost knocks you over. He sprints into your living room from where you can hear the beep sound of his PS5 you gifted him for his birthday. For the rest of the evening, Satoru forces you to watch him compete with the kid for hours, whining and kicking as he loses for the 27th time.

NANAMI

It was a long and especially boring Sunday evening. The weather outside was horrendous, so you decided to stay inside and relax but somehow nothing seemed interesting enough. You tried reading a book, watch a show, even did the dishes while waiting for your long-term boyfriend, Nanami to finally arrive home to no avail as nothing could keep you entertained.

Hours later, he finally steps through the front door and greets you with a loving kiss as he takes off his long, thick coat. "How was your day, sweetheart?"

You explain your unusual boredom to your boyfriend as you lead him to sit on the couch with you and as you serve him some dinner, a genius idea pops into your head. You briefly remember the website you and your best friend used to mess around on when you were kids and thought it would be fun to do the same with Nanami. To your surprise, the exhausted man obliged as he helped you set up the laptop as comfortably as possible while you two cuddled on the couch as none of you intended to change positions.

"Care to elaborate about this...Omegle?" he asks, seemingly curious as he types in the link in the search bar.

"You basically get to talk to random people online, it's fun, kind of." you pause as you remember some of the vile stuff you used to laugh at with your bestie as a teen. "There are a lot of weirdos, though, so beware."

Nanami was about to protest upon hearing your words but it was too late as your webcam loaded in and the first person appeared on the other side. At first, you two could only hear rustling and deep breaths coming from a man, which earned a confused expression from the both of you. As your boyfriend realized what was going on, he angrily skipped the shameful person on the other side, though no avail; for some reason, every creep decided that today was going to be the day, the perfect day for them to stroke their soggy dicks on Omegle. Of course, most of them landed in your chatroom, how convenient.

However, your boyfriend - despite the uncomfortable looks and disgusted sighs - still decided not to throw away the laptop and sanitize his eyeballs with bleach. That, until one particular face appeared on the screen, grinning at Nanami like some kind of maniac. Your boyfriend's eyes widen in shock and despair as soon as he realizes the identity of the white-haired man staring back him like a demon from hell.

"Nanami?? Y/N? No way, who would've thought I'd run into my good frien-"

Nanami quickly shuts the screen of the laptop, almost breaking it the moment he hears Satoru's excruciatingly exciting shriek. He just can't escape him even in his own home, can he?

"Honey, are you okay?" You ask while trying not to burst from the laugh that slowly but steadily creeps up from the depths of your stomach as he looks at you with a defeated expression on his handsome face.

"Grab your coat." he states out of the blue as he stands up and grabs his car keys.

Despite the tragic events of the evening, at least the two of you got to enjoy a cute date in a nearby café and that is what you call a "win-win".

gojo's still trying to beat that kid in fortnite as we speak

[cuttyclowngirl]

Daima EP.4 (Spoiler) review/theories

• My bad Glorio, I wasn't familiar with your game. He actually can fly & is a league stronger than I thought. I was wrong. Good. He's even more fascinating than before. How does a demon from the 3rd world obtain such strength? Why would he need it if he was a simple bounty hunter/assassin as viewers suspect? All that & he can't sense ki?

• Glorio & Shin's (Supreme Kai's) "U can't fool me" dynamic continues to grow ever more tense. Who's going to crack first?

• Glorio sorta gave up on on finding his plane almost immediately in favor of finding a new vehicle. Was the plane even his to begin with? He also doesn't seem to care that about being late to see King Kandan. The nearest Tamagami is miles in the opposite direction they've been heading so far & Glorio still insisted they just gather the balls instead of prioritizing the meeting with Kadan, which tells me he never actually intended to see the 3rd world King & probably wasn't sent by King Kadan.

• Glorio suddenly switching up & almost insisting they gather the balls, coupled with that "All according to plan" smirk/hmph is further feeding into my theory about him working for Dr Arinsu. (There were two shots in the conversation where Glorio's eyes are suspiciously off screen) She was probably watching on a Magic Monitor & sent Glorio a telepathic message/order.

• The shopkeeper couple are absolutely lovely "one & done" type silly characters. Love their designs, their bits, their voices & interactions. I hope they'll be featured in future video games. (Glorio is such an experienced haggler, he even saw through a not so obvious deafness trick. Tells me Glorio socializes a lot.)

• "Medi Bugs". Toriyama never missed an opportunity to remind everyone that JRPGs were one of his special interests, huh? Revive Bug restores stamina. (Compared to Senzu, but wasn't stated to have healing properties. Let's remember that.) Achichi Bug heals burns, Zutsu Bug cures headaches, Beaut Bugs make your skin silky. JOIN BUG: "Feed halves to 2 people & they can fuse for a while". Introducing a Demon Realm exclusive type fusion. Can't wait to see what it looks like.

• Aside from the multiple unnamed Medi Bugs Goku made Glorio ("Goliro" lmao) buy, which we saw in his bag, the shopkeeper lady said they had "most of the different types of Medi Bugs", meaning even more might be introduced later. She also called the Medi Bugs "souvenirs" so they're clearly not rare/hard to find.

• The heavy air yields yet another obstacle in the form of even lower mobility in any attempt at flying at high speeds. "It expends a lot of energy & will tire you out quickly".

• Poor Shin has to keep Goku on task like a kid on a leash, reminding him that the main mission is rescuing baby Dende.

• As I had hoped, the Tamagamis are strong, even by Glorio's standards to the point he's never heard of anyone gathering all 3 balls. So Goku & crew will be the first in ages to do so.

• Demons apparently believe their set of D balls are the originals. Fandom discourse fuel right there.

• "Sky seeds". Shin said he's never heard of one, meaning the "Great Fiend Flower" & their Sky seeds are 3rd world exclusive. The whimsical orchestral cover of Jaka Jann coupled with Goku's attitude throughout the Sky seed riding sequence was pure dragon ball charm. (I got a lil emotional.)

• The Supreme King's military police are called "Gendarmerie" a word derived from the medieval French phrase "gens d'armes" meaning "Men-at-arms".

• Finding out that the red Magic Collars we've seen several demons already wearing are actually oppression devices really hurt me when I remembered that those lovely shopkeepers were wearing them too... I think the scarf Panzy wears is either hiding her collar or concealing an awful scar caused by her manually removing her's that she'd rather no one see.

• What could the life force sucked out of poor demons by that awful machine possibly be for? Keeping the Supreme King young and strong? Like in "Go Go Ackman" where the souls of dead humans kept the demon king young & strong?

•Goku & crew are fugitives now. The obstacles just keep staking. (Bulma's def gonna yell at someone.)

• Panzy seems to be your classic plucky eccentric rebel who's inventions only work half the time, which already sorta sets her apart from Bulma the giga genius & GT's Pan. I look forward to her future antics & discovering her motivation for traveling with Goku & crew. (She should either learn how to fly or make herself a pair of roller skates for quick getaways.) There seemed to be some focus on her eyes. Could her eye color be an additional plot point? I don't remember any other demon having purple eyes like her's specifically, but I'm probably reading into it too much.

[fandom-go-round]

Can I ask for a part two on the yandere parents Soundwave and Megatron? Like if the reader regains their memory and tries to escape.

Part One

Warnings: Kidnapping, Yandere Parenting, Reader with Amnesia, Memory Stirring, Gaslighting, Chasing, Trapped Reader

Something nags in the back of your mind the longer you’re on the Nemesis. It starts off as a small itch, something mostly ignorable but popping up at the oddest of times. Your father tells you to ignore it the one and only time you mention it and you do your best. The issue is that it never goes away and eventually you give in. Something isn’t right about your dads and you want to know what.

Sure, you know that the giant metal beings aren’t your biological dads. That’s a no brainer. But they’ve raised you since you were a child and it’s all you’ve ever known. The other mechs on ship are kind and mostly polite (ignoring Starscream) but it still feels off. You get lost all the time, even though you should know this ship like the back of your hand. You feel odd when Soundwave records you, even though he’s been doing it for years. Megatron’s laughter sends a shiver of dread down your spine, even as you bury it deep down.

It comes to you in the middle of the night. You have to go to the bathroom and you don’t want to wake your fathers up, even if they would take you there. Wandering through the halls, you make your way there alright but getting back to the berthroom is difficult. You end up roaming, looking for a familiar door and not seeing it. You pass by the control room and freeze when you see a video playing. Blown up across all the monitors is a video of the Autobots. Not just the bots, the kids and yourself too, running from the Decepticons and retreating through a spacebridge.

Memories comes in waves and you stumble back, one hand on your head. It pounds in time with your heart and you know you have to leave, to get out as quickly as possible. There have to be spacebridge controls somewhere, you just need to find them. Tenacles slide along the hallways and you run, trying to remember where everything is. Loud, thundering pedsteps send you into a panic, scrambling into a closet. Megatron walks past, his canon hot and you hope you can make it out alive.

[zeondraws]

I always wonder why I have been so busy the past months but then I remember all the things I'm doing with SWTD:

(this is more of a thought post about my life/thoughts/feelings than a lore post! Ignore if you are not interested in this, I don't mind)

Taking Screenshots

Multiple recording sessions (for audio or funny moments, and so on)

Multiple playthroughs of the game

Doing an AU for some reason

Drawing the characters (much art)

Also learning how to use procreate, while my big tablet is packed away until November

Working on a video project

Learning how to use OBS

Datamining the gamefiles for more info with fmodel

troubleshooting fmodel because it's showing me the middle finger for the billionth time

learning how to use a dumper to get mappings file (to view files in fmodel)

learning how to install mods and learn how to use them

troubleshooting my pc or laptop because of my silly shenanigans

rebuilding the models in blender while simultaneously watching blender tutorials to understand what the hell I'm doing

read about TCR's other games and play them (I still have to play Little Orpheus)

Trying to research movies or any blogpost/YouTube posts regarding the game

Other types of research that I can't think of right now

Sharing results with others and discuss the findings to figure lore out

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It has a lot of reasons why I am super determined and stubborn? when it comes to something I'm passionate about. (It's really hard to explain)

Family always dismissed my hobbies and didn't support me much for them. They often gave me false promises and made me wait for nothing

Often treating me like a baby, as if I can't think for myself. I had to fight a lot for my passions the past decade or so. Even dealing with a former coworker who was very manipulative and tried very hard to belittle me.

I can't even explain all the stress I had to endure because of my old job. Constantly monitored for mistakes, constantly shoved to a corner, freedom taken away, bullied, my feelings had been manipulated so much that I just.. had entire months where I cried every single day. And I'm not even kidding, I went to work in fear, I walked home in fear, I woke up in fear. I still remember that evening where I was so afraid of everything. I was so scared to even be in my apartment, I just balled my eyes out because it was too much at that moment.

Only thing that kept me going was my determination, hope.. daydreams. . and seeking out help (therapy, friends) and using the anger I felt for my coworker to work on my art/passions and show myself that I'm not worthless.

Sometimes my coworker would treat me badly on some days, so after I went home I used my anger and sadness to make art. Even if I sat there drawing for 5h. It did help me to improve a ton in my skills.

I think that event made me go through this journey of? self reflection and growth. It's wild how much happened after that.

Family wasn't helpful in this painful time period, one told me I'll end up alone, that I shouldn't talk to people online or that I should be happy to have a job (Talking to family is like talking to a wall). Or another family member who tries so hard to treat me like an object.

It fills me with anger, but they're all I've got. I thankfully have many friends I can go to when needed, but I wouldn't be able to fully abandon my family. It's probably because I felt so down when my mother passed away over two years ago. I haven't talked to her in years because of her mental condition, but her passing hit me badly.

I have struggled for a while to work on other skillsets because I was too afraid, doing videos, blender, drawing humans idk why, maybe no confidence in myself to try it out

.. Suddenly swtd gets released and my head does a 360 and is like "I'm going to learn all of this now, hold my bear". Using my obsession about this game to learn something new, which helped me overcome so many hurdles. Like the amount of times I threw myself out of my comfort zone while I tried to fiddle with the game.

Like, look at the difference in my human art

This is the first time I drew Muir like.. I forgot when I drew this, two months ago?

And then like this is from a few days ago

... *compares* I don't know how to explain the difference, I think there is one-

Like,. It's hard to compliment myself because of the sheer amount of stress I endured over the year. I've been out of the old job for 3 weeks now. I'm so glad I'm out of there.

I remember how I always wanted to draw an entire dragon, not just a bust. And look I ended up drawing one!! Ok with Roper's head but yea!

I think family difficulties and other events made me feel very detached from others. I never felt/feel like I belong anywhere. I moved so often that this feeling persisted. And it may persist for who knows how long. I only recently got a diagnosis, I have a form of depression, but it's somewhat mild. Hence why I'm still able to perform in daily tasks and work. Tho I don't want to use my condition as an excuse, I rather just want to show that I'm capable of something. That even people who struggle mentally can find success in what they do.

Life throws so many hurdles but I think I am slowly used to living in the chaotic environment. I keep drawing and work on my hobbies while I wait to move apartments.

I try very hard to change my mindset even tho my mind had been so used to the negative spirals. But I try to stay determined and keep on learning. I am not all knowing and I need to remember that mistakes are ok and that I need them to keep learning and have progress.

I've been pushing aside so many thoughts while I messed with the game. Even tho it's 2AM I needed a quiet moment to think about it all.

I am very open with my thoughts and feelings, it's what I usually do on my Instagram account when I post my art.

Tomorrow is another day to learn something new.

[judjira]

the office

tags: fluff pairing: reader x jihyo after hours wc: 1938 back to masterlist

Drat.

Your keys to the apartment.

You left them at your desk, in your cubicle. You can still remember when you tossed them onto your desk this morning, lazily and with a huff, as you were about to start another day as a mindless corporate slave.

Sulkingly trudging back inside, to the lobby of your office building, you shoot an apologetic smile to the night guard who barely even reciprocates.

Soon enough, you’re on the elevator, mourning your forgetfulness.

But don’t worry, it’s alright. Soon enough, you’ll get those keys and be out of here in a jiffy, exploring the nightlife.

Then, maybe you can marvel at the grandeur of the city that is somehow asleep and awake at the same time.

For now however, the elevator dings at your floor, and the doors slide open.

Your floor of the office is the same as the one above it and below it. Rows and rows of cubicles that are barely different aside from a nameplate.

Of course, people customize their cubicles to their own liking, but the point of working is to not be comfortable, why would you want to make your workplace feel more like it’s yours?

Because it’s not. It’s not your space. It is owned by some cruel, nepotistic CEO who lives in the lap of luxury, all the while his workers slave away, barely earning minimum wage.

Everything in an office space is hostile. The glaring fluorescent lights that flicker every now and then, the narrow and tight walkways amongst cubicles, the drab white and grey colors that are too boring to look at. Everything in here screams hostility.

Therefore, why would you wanna own any of it?

Still, though, you ponder as you arrive at your cubicle, the only sign of personalization, a bobble head of some video game character or anime protagonist that you really like next to your monitor.

There’s nothing wrong in trying to make it a little less hostile.

You grab the keys by your desk, dutifully ignoring the stack of papers next to your monitor that are reserved for tomorrow morning.

Tonight, you explore.

Where to first?

“You died.”

“Aw, you gotta be kidding me!”

That attracts your attention immediately.

Because the office is empty, no one should be here in these disgusting, loathsome, horrid walls that confine an individual to the end of their life.

But there is someone here. And it sounds like the space does not confine them to misery as of this moment.

In fact, it sounds very much like they are playing a game.

You peer over your cubicle walls, and spot another cubicle, glowing light shining out of it in the office that is only lit by the hallway outside.

The voice actually sounds familiar. You’ve worked with this person before.

And you’re actually disheartened.

Because this person is the laziest, most unprofessional, most unproductive piece of shi—

“Oh, hey!”

She waves, and you sigh in dismay.

“Hello, Jihyo.”

The woman in the chair beams at you, controller in her hands, as she waves you over.

Jihyo is younger than you. Maybe not in terms of age, she’s only a few years down, but in terms of experience and maturity? You’ve got about centuries more than she does.

And with her bright grin, tied hair, and folded up sleeves, you are only affirmed of this fact.

“Didn’t think I’d see you around here at this hour, you workaholic.”

Hey! You actually take offense to that. You take pride in the work that you do, you’re good at it.

But somehow, the fact that you’re actually taking pride in the mindless slavery you’re part of disheartens you further.

Still, you shake that off.

“What are you doing here? You’re not supposed to be here after ho—are you playing video games?”

You cut yourself off as you stare incredulously at her computer, a video game screen paused.

“Okay, they’re just called games, you boomer. No one calls them video games anymore. And yes, I am. Y’know, these PCs they let us use have some really high specs.”

Jihyo tucks her feet onto her swivel chair, and you notice that she is still wearing her formal button up, unbuttoned at the neck and sleeves folded, and her slacks, that seem rather stretchy and comfortable. She’s not even wearing her flats, as she perches her bare feet on her chair.

“Jihyo, you could be fired for this.”

She scoffs, smirking as she turns back to the computer to unpause the game.

“As if. I rerouted their monitoring apps to an empty unit over in one of the other cubicles. They think I’m just doing work. They have no clue what I’m actually doing.”

This is what’s always pissed you off about Jihyo. Always lackadaisical, always carefree, always about avoiding work. There was probably never a moment in her life where she thought about work.

Still, though. The smile on her face is quite telling, as she offers you the controller that’s in her hands.

“Wanna play?”

It betrays every measure of what this space is supposed to be, an oppressive, capitalistic nightmare that traps you in its clutches, never to be free.

But Jihyo looks as if the space around her barely even touches her. As if somehow, the cubicle she’s called her own is a safe haven from the nature of the space around her.

And indeed it is. Chock full of all sorts of personalization, stickers, mini posters, figurines, colorful pens and pencils, sticky notes. All of it screams Jihyo. Well, you think it does.

You don’t know Jihyo well. All you really know about her is the fact that she’s a relatively new hire, she doesn’t like doing work, and she sometimes steals other people’s food from the refrigerator.

But seeing all of this now, it’s a glimpse—no, more than a glimpse. It’s a screenshot of what Jihyo’s world looks like.

Jihyo is smiling at you, untrapped, unbothered, and unbound from the world you call work.

It makes you wonder.

“I’ll just watch you, if that’s cool.”

She shrugs, unpauses the game again, and scoots her chair over in the small cubicle to make room for you.

You grab one of the chairs in the cubicle next to her and sit.

“So, what brings you back to the office? Got a few more files you’re working on, you workaholic?”

The insult makes you roll your eyes.

“For your information, I was just getting my keys. Unlike you, I actually finish my work on time.”

Jihyo chortles, to herself more than anything. And the sound she makes, loud and proud, isn’t as bad a sound as you thought it would be.

“As if that’s something to be proud of, you boomer. Do you even have any hobbies?”

Hobbies. Unironically, that’s a word you haven’t heard of in a long time. When’s the last time you actually spent time doing something you personally enjoyed?

“Well…yeah, I do. I mean…sometimes.”

Your defense sounds weak, even to your own ears, as Jihyo fixes you with a look of pity.

“You gotta learn to get out more. Enjoy life. You’re not gonna discover the answers to the universe sitting in your cubicle, jotting down timesheets.”

The way Jihyo talks about it, almost preaching and sagely, sounds as if she’s got the answers to the universe herself. Which makes you scoff.

“Is that what you’re doing? Discovering the answers to the universe?”

Jihyo actually pauses her game again at that, and instead of glaring at you or shooting another insult at you, she grins with that impossible positivity that has no place in this world.

“Hey, it helps.”

Does it, you wonder? Is that why Jihyo seems so free from the burdensome chains that everyone in this office seems to carry? Amongst all of your coworkers, Jihyo is indeed the only one that seems to carry some semblance of individuality.

Hell, within time, even you molded your personality to better fit the tight box of corporate work, becoming another cut out copy of the mindless drones that offices today produced.

And that is…sad.

“Look, far as I’m concerned, I need my me-time. And this constitutes as part of that. I’m an individual, not some cog in a machine.”

Jihyo’s right. If there’s anything her unbridled carefree attitude succeeds at, it’s defining herself as a person, breaking from the walls of normality and moldong her own space to live in.

Perhaps that is why she’s always drawn your attention.

“…well, whatever works for you.”

You manage, watching as she strikes an enemy in her game with some sort of lightning bolt.

“Yeah, it works for me. And it’ll work for you too, y’know. As soon as you get that stick out of your ass.”

You hate to admit it, but maybe she’s right.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

And keep it you do. But that’s not the only thing you keep in mind.

Jihyo, from this close, is a beautiful woman. Well, you imagine she’s beautiful from far away as well. Not that you need to imagine, because you’ve seen her from afar. In fact, it’s what originally drew your attention to her.

She stood out in a crowd of fresh hires, her effortless beauty and cheek-to-cheek smile always somehow managed to catch your eye. Then, when she started being the most frustrating co-worker ever, your eyes always seemed to land on her form.

And now, with this night of nights only just beginning, she’s only somehow gotten more beautiful, the only light illuminating her face coming from the monitor in front of her. She’s sticking out her tongue to the side, evidently focused on her game.

Until she glances at you, catching you in your moment of weakness.

And she smiles.

“I thought you were going to watch the game, not me.”

Instead of backing down, as you normally would, you shrug, ignoring the way your heart pounds at the confrontation.

“Sorry. Can’t help it.”

She hums, before taking her phone, and handing it to you.

“Here. If you’re gonna just stare at me all night, you might as well make yourself useful and order something.”

You blink at the phone, before looking back up at her.

“Are you really gonna stay here all night?”

Jihyo shrugs, grinning.

“Hey, it’ll make me look productive.”

The illusion of your momentary romanticization of Jihyo doesn’t dissipate at her careless comment. In fact, it only affirms your thoughts.

You admire Jihyo. And her capability to just be herself, no matter how oppressive the environment.

“…and what makes you think I’m sticking around?”

Jihyo’s gaze turns to you, and it’s only then you fully shed yourself of all of your assumptions regarding your frustrating co-worker.

Because it’s only then that she smiles fully, as if she truly sees you, caught up in a web of mismatched priorities and lost humanity. She sees you past all of that, and truly smiles.

“Is that really a question when you’re staring at me like that?”

No. It isn’t.

You already made up your mind. This is where you’ll be spending your night of nights, away from the city, away from the lively lights, away from the surreal sounds.

Here, inside a space that is not quite yours and not quite Jihyo’s, but still tailor-made to the two of you.

A space where you can truly just be yourself.

“Don’t be so assuming. I’m just here to make sure you don’t mess up the servers.”

“Yeah, yeah, sure. Come on, scooch closer so you can see the screen.”

And Jihyo will be with you the whole time.

[artdcnaldson]

just saw that ask abt dad patrick………. much to think about. i agree that he prob would never want to be a dad. but….. let me share to you my secret brain au……. that i think about on the clock when im bored as fuck 😝

you… art… patrick… (sorry tashi i love u i swear….) mayb this is the same au where ur all best friends in school etc etc. maybe not. but ANYWAYS. the throuple…….. you and art end up having a baby. patrick’s perfectly fine just being uncle pat. or. like the weird guy who hangs around all the time. same thing. you like, say that it can be like. art is dad patrick’s papa or SOMETHING yk… like you love them both patrick’s gonna be around forever anyways why not just. have them both be referred to as dad. patrick isn’t super fond of the idea so you drop it whatever. ANYWAYS flash forward to a few weeks after the baby is born. patrick has been so like 😐 about the baby. kinda jealous annoyed etc cause he’s 12. it’s fine. whatever.

anyways sorry let me fucking GET TO THE POINT!!!!!!!!!!! you and art wake up one night kinda ?!? cause you hear talking on the baby monitor. and then you realize patrick’s not in the bed. you dont even remember hearing the baby cry or him getting up or anything cuz ur both. new parents. and patrick’s surprisingly helped a lot but. it’s not the same. WHATEVER i keep getting off track. u guys hear patrick cooing at your new little baby girl telling her that he loves her she’s lucky she has such good parents etc… turning on the video part u see him rocking her in the little chair you guys have in there. he’s so fascinated by her. he still doesn’t really… like the idea of being a dad or have any interest in it or whatevs but. a baby made by his two favorite people. he has to cry

sorry this was a fucking ESSAY!!!!!!!!! take me out back and shoot me i can’t do this anymore!!!!!!!!!!!

This had to cook in my inbox, had to simmer. I’m trying to go back and answer asks that have been sitting in my inbox that I meant to get back to <3 sorry for the delay babe <3

Sigh <333 uncle pat being the best pseudo-parent to you and art’s baby… after an adjustment period. Because for like that first month you and Art don’t have time for him, it’s like he’s being kicked to the side, discarded for the second time in his life. And he’s fucking sensitive about it, you know?

You and Art made him quit smoking when you got pregnant, which he understood. He hated it, but he understood, and he wasn’t going to vape like a fucking loser, so he’s irritable with it. A sixteen year habit culled painfully at the root. He hears the baby screaming and crying and just wants to go outside and smoke, wants to run away from it all.

It’s three in the morning when the baby crying wakes him up. He squints, reads his alarm clock, and groans. He glances over at you and Patrick, completely knocked out by exhaustion. He doesn’t want to bother you, doesn’t want you to have to wake up and go through the motions again. So he gets up and slips into the baby’s room.

She eases into his arms, quickly growing soothed in a comforting pair of arms, and he hushes her softly. He hasn’t been alone with her, not much. Just a sort of double-down instinct after you had suggested he get called dad by her too. It wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, but it just makes him feel like a fraud. He spends a lot of time with you and Art feeling like he’s one wrong move from being out on his own. He didn’t want a kid relying on him when he knew he’d eventually fuck everything up.

“You just had a bad dream, huh?” Patrick coos softly. He kisses the baby’s soft, bald-ish head, takes a deep breath. He didn’t really get why you and Art were always smelling her hair, but he understands then. “Your dad used to have bad dreams too. Really bad dreams, but I was always there. I’ll be there for you too, alright? For anything you���ll ever need. No matter what.”

He settles into the plush rocking chair in the corner, holds her against his chest and rubs her back. Her eyes close, she nuzzles against him. She’s so beautiful. Usually, all babies look the same to him, but he can see you so clearly in her mouth, her eyes. And Art in her ears and nose. “You’re really lucky,” he says softly. He presses a kiss to her forehead. “You have such good parents, they’re really exhausted right now because you never sleep, but they’re doing so good, huh?”

She falls asleep in his arms, and he decides he’s never going to leave the chair. He kisses the top of her head and lets his lips twitch in a achy sort of smile. “We love you, kid.”

In the morning, once he’s placed her back in the crib and returns to bed, you and Art hold him a little closer.

[amelikos]

Some character notes and episode notes for HZ050, writing them down for future reference.

The ep starts with a collab vid between Gurumin and Nanjamo. They both talk about Dot's upcoming basics test (Gurumin doesn't say she'll be the one facing Nanjamo though, just that it's a trainer who happens to have a Kuwassu like her). Nanjamo mentions she won't go easy on her opponent and hopes that Dot will be able to fight in a way that is true to herself. After she posts the video online (which immediately gets Dot lots of views since Nanjamo is popular), Dot wonders what being true to herself means.

Dot decides to talk about it to Liko and Roy (she is really comfortable having them over in her room now and she wants to know their opinions). She mentions the battle she had the previous day (she said "yesterday", which is nice that we get a specific mention of time) and Liko and Roy tell her she was cool (I love when characters like Liko and Dot are told they are cool in their own ways). Dot brings up the fact that she came up with a plan at the time and followed it, so she wonders if that's what being true to herself means. She even made a simulation of her upcoming battle (with Harabari and Kuwassu, taking into account their moves etc) and thinks that if she sticks to her plan, she should be able to dazzle. Though, she knows that unexpected things can happen during battles or even during streams. Which makes Liko remember a Gurumin vid that went viral because Gurumin messed up during her livestream (and this vid spread and made her known online) (it's cute how much Liko knows about Gurumin and I wonder if she was a fan ever since Gurumin's early days and before she was popular or if she got to know her after that vid which spread her name around). The whole interaction between the trio was fun (Liko and Roy kept watching the vid and the VAs did a nice job with making them sound like they were trying not to laugh, and Dot was embarassed and asked how long they were gonna watch it, good trio moments). At night, Dot keeps thinking up of a strategy in her room and watches vids of Nanjamo's Harabari to analyze its battle style (since Nanjamo streams her basics tests online, Dot can actually check battle videos to analyze them, which is an advantage). She knows odds aren't in her favor given the types matchups but she considers taking advantage of Kuwassu's speed to gain the upper hand during the battle.

The following day, Liko and the others are about to leave for Dot's test. Murdock had a whole cheering getup ready since he wants to support Dot (the whole thing was super cute and he put lots of effort into it!), but Dot didn't want him to come (very realistic tbh, lots of kids get embarassed about their relatives at such events). Murdock didn't push the issue. Dot thought he was making a big deal out of it, and Liko told her that Murdock was probably just worried about her, which Dot understands deep down (small but good scene between the two because they keep showing moments with Liko and Dot walking together behind Roy and talking... I just like these interactions and the way they emphasize their bond).

Meanwhile, Sango and Onyx were monitoring the trio from afar, as they knew one of them had a test in Hakkou City. Sango thinks it's a drag and doesn't want to monitor them, she wants to check out some famous local churros.. Onyx thinks they need to gather some intel on Terapagos somehow (though Liko didn't bring him with her since she didn't have her Terapagos bag). Clavell shows up and wonders why Sango and Onyx are there since their course doesn't take them to this city (he remembers their names and where they are supposed to take their tests, he really seems to care about his students). He wonders if they came to check on their friends (referring to Liko and the others) and he is happy to see everyone so invested in their studies and growing. Onyx is very bad at lying btw (which is cute... he is also very polite to Clavell). Clavell suggests they go watch Dot's test together, but Onyx and Sango left while he was checking his phone, leaving the poor man by himself (I hope Sango got the food she wanted this time).

Afterwards, Dot makes all the arrangements for her battle and the trio meets Clavell who catches up with them and gives them encouragements. He starts rambling on a lot, so Dot goes ahead on her own to not miss her test (and there was a small moment of Liko telling her to go on and that she'll join her with Roy). Clavell kept talking to Liko and Roy, and both of them were too polite to just leave or remind him that Dot's test had begun. Though Roy eventually started watching it on his phone (it reminded me of that one JN episode in which Gou wanted to support both Koharu and Satoshi so he watched Koharu's contest on his phone to make sure he wouldn't miss it). Eventually, they all head to the battlefield.

Dot VS Nanjamo was very good and dynamic. Dot had a clear plan (evading attacks with speed), but also learned to go with the flow and have fun. Nanjamo had lots of energy and clearly put everything in this battle. She overwhelmed Dot and kinda dictated the pace of the battle for the most part. Dot managed to use Terastal too (and she did so when the power was out, so it wasn't caught on stream when she did), and Kuwassu learned a new move. Dot lost the battle but passed the test, which is good for her arc (Nanjamo is her senior so she can't catch up to her so quickly, and Dot also needed to go through that moment of feeling frustration after a loss and realizing she wants to get better and catch up to Nanjamo etc). Both Liko and Roy were happy that she passed her test (and they both held Dot's hands to congratulate her, which was adorable). Nanjamo also had a moment where she looked over to them and smiled (she is really happy to see Dot making friends).

At the end, the trio meets up with Clavell again. He congratulates them once more for completing their basics tests, and reminds them that they have reports to write before heading back to the academy (so next couple of episodes will be focused on their reports). He also asks Dot to teach him all she knows about streaming (and yet another long conversation begins, while Liko and Roy wait).

Overall, very good two-parter. Nanjamo is the only gym leader with this much emotional weight and history with one of the main characters, so I appreciate that they took time to build up this confrontation. I wonder if we'll see her again in the future.

[aceouttatime]

15 questions for 15 friends

tagged by @korblez! thanks dearie <3

ARE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?: My deadname was my mother's favorite name. My chosen name, Alex, is very similar--I kind of just flip-flopped the gender of it. I also chose my middle name when I was getting it legally changed, and I decided on my father's name.

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?: Probably about ten months ago. I can't remember, but it's been way more difficult since starting testosterone ~2 years ago.

DO YOU HAVE KIDS?: No. Observe: A. I'm as gay as a room of monkeys on nitrous oxide, B. I'm a trans man who does NOT intend on using the uterus he was given, and C. I'm 20. We ain't ready.

WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/HAVE YOU PLAYED?: Was a cheerleader against my will for 12 years and a gymnast for 10. Those are. Uh. Very uncomfortable activities for a closeted trans man. Also messed up my body (abdominal issues, back issues, joints that crack like bubble wrap), but hey, I have a few cool party tricks to pull out now! I also played basketball for a few years and peewee soccer when I was real little.

DO YOU USE SARCASM?: No. (I am a liar.)

WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?: How they hold themselves, i.e., body language like tense shoulders, a puffed-out chest, downcast eyes.

WHAT'S YOUR EYE COLOUR?: Green! Olive green with a few dots of brown.

SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?: Depends on my mood. Do I want a think piece? Psychological horror, all the way. Am I sad and need Comfort Content? Happy endings please or I will cry inside.

ANY TALENTS?: I can fall asleep anywhere, anytime, given five minutes. I can do a great worm and also flips. I can draw pretty pictures sometimes that usually have gay people or aliens (or both) in them.

WHERE WERE YOU BORN?: the USA BAYBEE RAHHHH 🦅🦅🦅 Ohio, specifically. It's mostly corn, highways, and the occasional building here (if you spot any signs of civilization, please let authorities know, as it is a rarity and must be documented for research purposes).

WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES?: Drawing, reading, writing, skiing, rollerblading, hiking, biking, embroidery, bracelet-making, video gaming, window shopping (poor college student with Spending Anxiety), taking care of my plant children, stopping my roommate's cat from eating plants (she has no survival instinct but is Very Cute), and many more that I can't think of at the moment.

DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS?: One dorm cat (my roommate's, she's a ragdoll mix) named Eda, and two dachshunds (my parents') named Dunkin and Bailey. Dunkin is barely out of his puppy years, and Bailey is Strange and Brick-Shaped.

HOW TALL ARE YOU?: 5'7. 5'8 if my spine is not Fucked-Up that day.

FAVOURITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL?: Science, history, and English. Psychology, if that counts (it's what I study in college)!

DREAM JOB?: Clinical psychologist for NASA (basically I'd help research, implement programs for, and monitor the mental wellbeing of personnel). Pipe dream? Yes. More reasonable career path? Clinical psychologist working private practice somewhere nice (and warm and maybe not in the States). -----TLDR; Astronaut therapist.

I'll go ahead and tag (with care, no pressure!): @straypurplebread, @who-is-riley, @swaps55, @daisywalletchains, @sparatus, @thetrashbagswasteland, @whiskynorocks, @notjumpinglamps, @threewhiskeylunch, @westernlarch, @maxiepenguin,

[sassymajesty]

15 questions

tagged by @butmakeitgayblog and @talktomeinclexa 🩷✨

were you named after anyone? no. my parents just had a couple names they liked. and when i was born, they had narrowed it down to two names, my mom just went "yep, she looks like that one"

do you have kids? i do not, and i go back and forth about having them in the future too

when was the last time you cried? thursday 🤪✌🏻

what sports have you played/do you play? literally none. i have no fucking clue how i made it through 12 years of pe, i remember playing chess during class or being the first one to go in dodgeball

do you use sarcasm? pretty often, yea

first thing you notice about people? i only realized this recently, but ✨vibes✨ as in, whether or not they have a draining energy. i try to gauge pretty quickly if they're someone i can be open with or if their company will leave me empty and i'll have to monitor how often we can hang out

scary movies or happy endings? happy endings all day long

what are your hobbies? at the moment, with the semester i'm having? sleeping and nothing else. but in regular times, i like reading, writing, gardening. keyboard stuff and stationery. i very much enjoy watching video essays and stand up comedy

what is your eye color? according to des's eye color poll, russet brown 💅🏻

any talents? i'm sure i have some but i genuinely cannot think of one

where were you born? são paulo (a tiny town in the state, but that gives you a general idea)

do you have any pets? i don't and fun fact, i've never had one 😔

how tall are you? 5'10 (178cm)

favorite subject in school? physics, hands down. math was my first love, but then physics came around and i was hooked. and i mean i liked it to the point where i'd ask for extra work and ended up borrowing different textbooks to study. what a nerd

dream job? academia. i'd really love to study for a living, but you can barely make a living out of that in here

tagging @dreamsaremywords @100hearteyes @anonymous-red-506 @elialys @wanhedas-dagger i have no idea who has done this already, but if you see this and you haven't, tag you're it