#specfi

[general-yasur]

How old is Lloyd in your fics?

Lloyd is 19 in the beginning of Neon Warfare and is close to his mid-20s by Let’s Play Pretend(23-25)

All my fics are written in between wildbrain-seasons and I hc him to be an adult by then, hope this helps!

[st4rguy]

send me asks mayhaps i want to talk abt headcanons

[letmeliedown]

squints hard at “men and male-aligned people”

[nikkiverse-heritage-posts]

Nikkiverse heritage post

Um..well.. no words

[kings-highway]

post-grad platonic-not-platonic IwaOiDaiSuga been on my mind a lot lately

completely incidentally ending up in apartments across the hall from each other and mutually thinking "oh my god this is going to be hell" before slowly realizing that they actually have no innate animosity towards each other.

Daichi likes to cook and both Oikawa and Iwa are too lazy/busy half the time, so they can smell it scross the hall and will slink over like dogs like "please? please? just a little?". One time Suga had had to work late and couldn't be home so he just sighs and invites them in like "i made enough anyway why not" and then they dont leave until like 1 am.

Iwa and Daichi having crazy college-boy energy together and like getting way too into whatever they're doing. These are the "i'll just balance the ladder on the rolling office chair to reach the high place" boys. The fact that neither have broken a bone yet is a miracle (there have been a handful of concussions)

Likewise I think Oikawa and Daichi combined think they're DIY experts. Oikawa is crafty and good with little things. Daichi generally thinks he can do anything himself so why would he hire someone? Suga is like "hey we need a new side table for by couch-" and they appear from around the corner like "trip to the hardware store? trip to paint store? what do you want? tell us and we will do it." (they will not - Iwa will eventually, 4 days later, have to step in and put an end to this)

Like a broken clock, every few DIY projects they actually successfully complete one which only fuels their desires. Iwa and Suga are always very impressed but wont admit it.

They just swap beds around around like their two apartments are one. Suga wakes up stretched out beside Iwa and is embarassed he hadn't gone back home the night before before realizing he is home and its Iwa who apparently also came home from the dinner party they were having at his place???? Where the fuck is Daichi????

They're pretty sure they're two couples (DaiSuga / IwaOi) but they go out drinking and to win a bet Iwa hardcore makes out with Daichi and now nobody's sure of anything.

One of Suga's teacher friends ask if he's dating someone, and he says. "Yes! They're- He's," and then specfies "I have one boyfriend," instead of "a" boyfriend and the friend is ????

Oikawa going to Argentina is like the biggest event in any of their worlds. Oikawa now has 3 mother hens on top of his actual mom telling him to remember to pack. Everyone cries. Multiple times. But group vacations to Argentina go hard. And Iwa just finishes the lease on their place and moves in across the hall once he's gone.

[ivys-garden]

OK Murder Drones fandom I've gotta a question since this has been bugging me for so long now

Are the Elliotts in anyway actually fucking related to JCJenson?

Mr. & Mrs. Elliott never mentioned what they actually did for a living. There names don't line up with teh innnitials JCJ (unless someone in the family was called "Jenson C. James" and they switched there first name to be at the end since "JCJames" sounds fucking stupid)

Tessa likes to fix drones, but that doesn't nessicarily mean her family makes them, especially since her parents don't seem to about about Drones at all.

J makes a bunch of references to business terms, but never specfies the business as JCJenson until after earth blows up, at which point Cyn is telling J, N & V they've been sent by JCJenson. Even if it is JCJenson J is referring to in the Mansion episode that doesn't mean that Tessa's family owns the company, maybe she and Tessa just dream of working for them one day.

Tessa having a JCJenson Maintenance uniform also proves nothing since as far as we're aware Tessa was already dead at this point. And even if she did get off earth and get the suit prior to being flayed that still doesn't prove her family owned the company, just that she wanted to work for them, which realistically she wouldn't want if her family owned the fucking thing.

This has confused me ever since Tessas name was fully revealed. Is this important in any way? No. But... shit.

[slipperzipper]

Heimdall!Smut fic

18+!!

Wrote a Heimdall smut fanfic with a Afab!reader, Sex Pollen prompt. Pronouns aren't specfied so Reader could be Ftm or Fem.

I hope you guys enjoy it, as I haven't wrote in a hot minute

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// (also for the record, I'm about to introduce the in-character mod in a second LMAO ive just gotta finish drawing something first!!)

[marta-bee]

I'm ROFLOL'ing at the job listing specfying a typing speed. That feels so retro it belongs on a Lisa Frank sticker pack. I know I use an actual computer more than most people, but still, the quaintness made me smile.

[moralisist]

~~~NAVI

hi i’m minnie! im a minor. therefore adults over 18 DNI. i write only for atsv. i am black so sometimes i will write for black readers or women of color only. anyone is welcome to read if the reader isn’t specfied tho. reader is almost always gender neutral but please when you send an ask, specify the gender. requests are open!!

🕸️rules/who i write for

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[i-say-ok]

okay? Or ok? Dont worry, you can techinally say either or. But, you cursed yourself with only being able to say "ok" or , "OK " . Because you never specfied you can say the longer version, Okay

ok. ok. OK.

[touyastearss]

The Ghosties and the Ghoulies (Arataki Itto x GN!Reader Fluff)

The Ghosties and the Ghoulies (Arataki Itto x GN!Reader Fluff)

Arataki Itto x GN!Reader 

TAGS: fluff, halloween-themed(ish), mentions of Itto and reader having children but it’s not specfied how

///

Itto convinces you to go to a Haunted House with him. 

///

“You go first.”

The push you deliver to your boyfriend’s back is light, hardly worthy of being called a ‘push’ if not a gentle press into his sturdy back. He’s well over six feet and built, for lack of better words, like a brick wall, but he stumbles forward dramatically nonetheless. The pout on his face makes you roll your eyes in amusement as he lets out a loud ‘Ouch!’, rubbing the spot on his back with fake hurt.

“You’re so dumb.” You laugh, momentarily forgetting your nerves.

Who’s idea was it to visit a Haunted House again? Not yours, that’s for sure.

“You’ll be fiiine , babe,” he promises, taking a hold of your hand in his firm grip and looking down at you with the cocky raise of an eyebrow, “you do have me after all. A strong, handsome, Oni. Just stay by my side and everything will be a-okay.”

“Hmm,” you hum, standing on your tiptoes to place a kiss on the side of his cheek, “my big, brave man.” You giggle at the little blush that spreads across his cheeks as he averts his gaze and lets out an embarrassed cough .

“Just…don’t let go of my hand, got it?”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, big boy.”

—-

You’ve been in the Haunted House for about ten minutes so far. It’s not been much- you can stomach a surprise gust of wind and you can just about deal with the cracks of thunder going off sporadically above your head. A little tame for a ‘House of Spooks’, but truthfully you’ve been moving at a pretty slow pace, too busy taking photos of each other with the wallpaper the walls in the first room donned. You’d both been captured by the glow-in-the-dark bats it had been decorated with - a necessary distraction for your jittery nerves. The pictures came out cute, at least.

Itto’s in front of you, one hand outstretched behind him to guide you through the steadily darkening passages. You clench your fingers around his a little more at a notably loud crack of thunder and you deliver a small smack to his back at the deep chuckle he lets out.

“You’re not afraid, are you babe?” He teases, his voice dripping with smugness. “Who knew my little baby was such a scaredy cat?” He turns back to you with a fake pout, looking at you pitifully. “Maybe if you give me a kiss I’ll look after you,” a finger taps his cheek.

You groan, forgetting the loud booms from above.  “Shut up, Itto.”

Your lips plant on his cheek for just a second.

He snickers a little, and the two of you continue forward. It soon becomes apparent that your little moment of bravery really was just a moment, because the rooms gradually become creepier and creepier as you continue on.

The doll room is the worst. High-pitched giggles echoing from all corners of the gloomy room and little porcelain bodies in frilly dresses littering the ground.

You let out a loud gasp as you turn your head and come face to face with one. Her eyes are right in front of your face, and you stumble back a little. Even in the dim light, you can see the pretty pink dress and long white hair grasped between Itto’s fingers.

“Look. She looks just like me,” your boyfriend laughs, holding the doll side by side, lifting her strands of white hair up beside his own. “Do you think our kids will look like her one day? I’ve always wanted a daughter.”

You try to ignore the warmth in your chest at his words, stuttering slightly as you scold him. “I-Itto put it down, I don’t think you’re allowed to pick them up. I don’t even know why you’d want to.” A little shudder goes down your back as the creepy chanting starts again.

He turns the doll to face him, giving it a sad look as he shakes his head, and then bringing it in for an embrace, rocking it back and forth in his arms. He tsks lightly. “Poor Mini Itto, at least one of your parents isn’t so mean .” He sticks his tongue out at you from over the head of the doll and you can’t hold back the twitch of your lips at his antics, sticking your own tongue out at him in response.

“Scare me like that again and you’ll be getting no kisses, never mind children .”

He shuts up pretty quickly after that.

You finally convince him to leave the doll where he found it and continue on, certain you’re about halfway through. The room is abandoned with a final dramatic “Bye-bye Mini Itto!” and the fake sobs of not-so-mini Itto echoing across the walls.

Pretty soon, you’re back to your previous arrangement; Itto leading the way and you trailing behind, reacting to any and all jump scares, despite the majority being blocked by your boyfriend’s frame.

He’s spent the entire time laughing at you, of course. Shoulders shaking as he silences himself for the nth time at the sight of the glare you send him, and even once stopping to console you at a particularly large fright with a kiss to your lips and a comforting “Almost out now.”

Then, after what feels like hours, you’re on the final stretch. You’ve not kept an exact count of the amount of rooms, but you’re pretty certain you’re close to the end. Itto's been talking almost non-stop for the last ten minutes, and though he says it’s to distract you, you have a sneaking suspicion it’s for his own benefit too.

“You’re so cute, baby.” He chides. “It’s okay to be scared, just watch out for the ghosties and the ghoulies and the-”

A shrill scream fills the room as the lights flash, and another, much deeper, deafening scream echoes back. You can’t help but let out a shriek of your own, clenching your fists tight into Itto’s jacket and shutting your eyes, only opening them when both noises have dissipated and the two of you are standing in a shocked silence.

Wow. Is all you can think. That was scary.

Whatever it was, it must have been terrifying enough to scare Itto, it must’ve been pretty horrifying to-

And then you see it.

There’s a coffin reading ‘GIVE ME YOUR BLOOD’ in front of the spot your boyfriend stands in, both doors open and showcasing the clearly worn figure of a cartoon vampire as it leans out of its resting place, fangs and teeth bared as blood drips from its plastic teeth.

It looks like a child made it, and honestly it has got to be the cheesiest vampire you have ever seen in your life.

There’s no time for you to hold back the loud laughter that bubbles up in your chest, bending over as you grip his coat again, except this time for the stability to stay standing as tears fall from your eyes. You can hardly breathe, taking multiple moments to catch your breath as you finally raise again, breaking out into yet another fit of laughter at the unimpressed look on your boyfriend’s face.

“Are you done?” He asks, the tone of his voice not doing the greatest job at hiding his embarrassment. He’s so cute.

“Sorry, sorry..” you say, taking deep breaths, body still trembling  “.... you just…really sent me into a coffin fit .”

There’s a millisecond of silence, and then he lets out a groan, mouth twitching with amusement as he looks down at you with a poor attempt of seriousness. “Not cool, Y/N.”

“Yeah,” you agree, and he can see the twinkle in your eye as you speak, opting to just stand there and take it as you open your mouth.

“He really sucked .”

[kagansune]

Something i think is truly amazing about the good place is that isnt really talked about till they go talk to tge judge. Is Jason isn't in the bad place because he's stupid. He's in the bad place because he's impulsive. And i thinks its awesome that they specfied that difference.

[misterolsen]

Albert Robida invites us to discover his envision of French society and life-style in the 20th century.

It was full of flying SUVs and fast trains that connected the main European cities.

On this journey through “speculative fiction”, Robida proposes its most extraordinary embodiment — the virtual social networks that took about 130 years to implement as we know them today.

#illustration #society #socialmedia #storytelling #podcast #albertrobida #specfi #envisons #ai #stories #literature #authors #fiction #lifestyle

[yumyumyumvowels]

hey s a locl aroce, i wnt to specfy somthing.

wer no strangrs to lov. yo know the rles and s do i (d i). a fll commitmnts what im thnking of. ou wuldnt get ths from an other gy. i jst wanna tll yo how im feling. gtta mak yo understnd. never gnna giv yo up. nevr gonna lt yo down. nevr gonna rn arond and desrt yo. never gnna mak yo cry. nevr gonna sy godbye. nver gonn tell a le and hrt yo

hey as a local aroace, i want to specify something.

were no strangers to love. you know the rules and so do i (do i). a full commitments what im thinking of. you wouldnt get this from any other guy. i just wanna tell you how im feeling. gotta make you understand. never gonna give you up. never gonna let you down. never gonna run around and desert you. never gonna make you cry. never gonna say goodbye. never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

[paolo-redaelli]

Versioning data in Postgres? Testing a git like approach - Specfy

Versioning data in Postgres? Testing a git like approach – Specfy is fashinating but I think that most of the time these two proposed alternatives fit most of the needs: In-Table versioning, the WordPress way of doing thing. Add a a column version (or modify date) and SELECT the maximum version. It’s simple and doesn’t require maintaining multiple schema or resources. However it has massive…