#the emotionally clumsy genius

[luv4arinn]

I Just Wanna Feel

Author’s Note: So—sorry for not posting in weeks, but I had a massive writer’s block, and well… I’m back! I was heavily inspired by THAT Robbie Williams song. Yes, I watched his biopic. Yes, I cried. Yes, I recommend it. And… surprise?! There will be a whole chronology with the others, all themed around Robbie’s songs! Yayy <3!! Consider it a gift? from me for taking so long 🥺. Love you all.

Pairing: Bayverse!Donnie x female reader

Tags: Intense fluff, nerd having an emotional crisis, extreme overthinking, unexpected kisses, Donatello’s mental breakdown, romantic panic, “oh no I messed up” but in HD, happy ending.

The sound of the keyboard echoed through the room—a rhythmic, steady tapping that blended with the low hum of the monitors. The bluish glow from the screens cast irregular shadows across his face, reflecting off the lenses of his glasses with every line of code appearing and disappearing on the monitor.

Donatello was there, as always.

The work was easy. Thinking was easy.

It was like a well-structured algorithm: receive information, process it, execute a plan of action. The world had rules, patterns, probabilities—formulas that predicted outcomes with near-absolute precision. No matter how chaotic a situation seemed, there was always a logical solution waiting to be uncovered.

Computers don’t lie.

Data has no biases, no whims. It doesn’t suffer irrational fluctuations. It doesn’t beat faster without reason. It doesn’t have to remind itself to breathe.

But then…

There’s you.

And everything falls apart.

Not immediately. Not like a fatal error shutting down the system in the blink of an eye. It’s more subtle. Like an unexpected variable in an equation that had, until now, been perfect. Something that doesn’t fit into the rigid structure of his world—but something he can’t ignore either.

He thinks about it often. About how his brain operates like a well-calibrated machine, each thought clicking into the next like the teeth of a moving gear. Logic is his native language. Reason, his compass.

And yet, when it comes to you, all that logic becomes blurred.

The gears grind.

The code becomes erratic.

The equation fills with unknowns.

Because when you step into his space, when your voice disrupts the steady rhythm of his keyboard, when you lean over his desk without a second thought for the scattered circuits and switch off his monitor without warning…

His first instinct is to think. Analyze. Quantify.

What does this mean?

Why does his heart react this way?

Why does his skin register the shift in temperature more intensely when you’re near?

But thinking doesn’t give him answers.

Feeling does.

And that is terrifying.

Because feeling isn’t predictable. Feeling has no neatly arranged lines of code, no graphs to chart behavioral patterns, no equations with exact solutions.

Emotions, in themselves, are a chaotic system.

And you…

You are the anomaly he still doesn’t know how to decode.

Nights shouldn’t feel this short when spent alone in front of a screen. And yet, when his mind drifts to the memory of a laugh, the fleeting image of a glance, the echo of an accidental touch… time dissolves in a way not even quantum physics could explain.

When he feels the weight of his name on your tongue. Like an access key to a system he never thought anyone would try to hack.

And he watches you from the corner of his eye as you lean closer, and in that instant, every variable in his mind shifts. Every equation rewrites itself.

A shiver runs down his shell.

Feeling.

He knows because his chest tightens with an undefined pressure, a sensation he can’t attribute to any specific physiological variable. His heart rate isn’t elevated from exertion. He’s not under attack. He’s not in danger.

So why does his body react as if he is?

There’s no equation to explain this.

Because if there were, he would have solved it long ago. He would have identified the problem, broken it down into its components, eliminated any errors. But every time he thinks he’s close to an answer, another unknown appears, shifting all previous solutions out of place.

Music filters through his headphones, slow and melancholic.

“I just wanna feel, real love…”

A shiver runs down his spine.

His body reacts to the sound before his mind does. It’s absurd. It’s ridiculous. There is no logical reason why a progression of chords and a set of words arranged in a certain way should have this effect on him.

And yet, here he is.

Fingers hovering over the keyboard, motionless—caught between the instinct to keep working and the strange, undeniable realization that… he can’t.

Not because he’s tired.

Not because he lacks information.

Not because there’s a problem that requires more processing.

But because, for the first time in a long time, the data isn’t the most important thing.

The screen flickers with information he should be absorbing, but he isn’t. His glasses reflect numbers and graphs that would normally hold his full attention, but his gaze is empty, unfocused.

The room remains unchanged—draped in shadows, illuminated only by the bluish glow of his monitors and the faint blinking of LED lights from his equipment.

The mission had been difficult. The margin of error had been higher than he liked to admit.

It wasn’t often that his calculations failed.

But sometimes, calculations weren’t enough.

Sometimes, reality simply… refused to adhere to logic.

���Feel the home that I live in…”

His jaw tightens.

He doesn’t know how that song ended up on his playlist.

But he has a reasonable theory.

One that involves Mikey, his blatant disregard for personal privacy, and his insistent need to “help him connect with his emotions.”

(Sure. Right.)

And yet…

The lyrics hit him harder than he’d like to admit.

It’s not the melody itself. It’s not the chords or the rhythm. It’s the way the words seem to slip through the cracks in his mind, seeping into the spaces that logic has never quite managed to seal shut.

“I just wanna feel, real love…”

Donnie exhales slowly, his fingers still hovering over the keyboard, motionless.

He thinks about the battle.

The mistakes.

The risks they took.

Numbers flash through his mind like a simulation running in reverse—impact probability, the margin of error in his calculations, the reaction speed needed to avoid damage. Fractions of a second where the difference between victory and absolute disaster depended on decisions made under pressure.

But more than anything—he thinks about you.

He thinks about the way, at the end of the fight, you rushed to check if he was okay.

About how, without even thinking, your hands—warm, alive—ran along his arm, searching for injuries he had already identified and dismissed milliseconds before with his visor.

He could have told you it wasn’t necessary.

That he was unharmed.

That he had concrete data to prove it.

But he didn’t.

Because logic dictates that worry should be extinguished by facts.

But feeling…

Feeling dictates that your touch lingers, even after you’ve gone.

That the sensation of your skin against his stays beyond his capacity for reasoning.

That the light pressure of your fingers on his forearm still burns in his memory, like an unsolved equation looping endlessly in his mind.

“Come and hold my hand…”

Donnie closes his eyes.

He could turn the song off.

He could erase the anomaly from his system.

He could rewrite the equation, adjust the variables, find a way to rationalize what he feels.

But… he doesn’t want to.

Because for the first time in his life, the result of a problem doesn’t matter as much as the unknown.

He doesn’t just want to think.

He wants to feel.

He wants to understand why being with you feels like the only constant that truly matters.

And then—you arrive.

Without warning, without fanfare, without the slightest idea that the world inside Donatello’s mind is teetering on the edge of a collapse even he can’t explain.

The lab door slides open smoothly—barely a whisper against the silence, thick with static electricity and the faint murmur of music in his headphones.

He notices everything.

The shift in air pressure.

The sound of your footsteps, softened against the floor.

The faint scent of shampoo and fabric laced with the chill of the night.

The way the temperature in the room rises by just a fraction of a degree when you step inside.

But he doesn’t turn around immediately.

Because he doesn’t know what to do with the anomaly that you are in his equation.

He doesn’t know where to place you within the rigid parameters of his logical, structured world.

His operating system slows, his brain—so used to processing information with the precision of a surgeon—stalls in an endless loop, searching for a resolution that refuses to exist.

And then—your voice.

“Donnie?”

Soft. Not because you’re hesitant, but because you know him. Because somehow—through a method he can’t quantify—you can read the tension in his shoulders. You can see the way his fingers have stopped typing, even though the screen is still waiting for input.

He closes his eyes for just a moment, as if that alone might be enough to reboot him, to restore the control that feels like it’s slipping through his fingers.

He knows he should say something.

He knows he should act normal.

But his normal means efficiency, speed, precise answers delivered at the exact right moment.

And right now, every command in his mind is failing.

You watch him with quiet curiosity, tilting just slightly toward him—just enough for the air between you to feel heavier, more tangible.

“Everything okay?” you ask, voice soft in that way that completely disarms him. Then your gaze sharpens slightly, scanning him with quiet scrutiny. “Are you hurt?”

He doesn’t answer immediately.

Instead, he looks at you.

His mind runs an automatic analysis of your expression—eyes slightly narrowed, lips barely pressed together, the faintest crease in your right brow, as if you’re already calculating the probability that he’s lying.

Logic dictates that he should reassure you with data. That he should tell you his visor has already run a full diagnostic scan and that his physical condition is optimal. That there is no rational reason for concern.

But then his gaze drops.

And he sees his own hand, still resting on the desk—still tense.

And for the first time in a long time, he chooses to do something without overthinking it.

He looks at you again.

His throat feels dry. Without realizing it, he wets his lips—a quick flick of his tongue over skin cracked from hours without proper hydration.

Then, in a voice so quiet it barely sounds like his own, he asks:

“Can I… hold your hand?”

It’s not the kind of question anyone would expect from him.

And he knows it.

Because it doesn’t fit his usual patterns. It’s not something that makes sense in any logical context.

But right now, logic is utterly useless to him.

Your lashes flutter in subtle surprise, as if the words take a few extra seconds to fully register.

“What?”

His instincts scream at him to backtrack, to rephrase, to find a way to explain what even he doesn’t fully understand.

But he doesn’t.

“I want to…” He inhales, trying to reorganize his thoughts. “I mean, just—”

He shuts his eyes for a second, frustration flickering across his face. He has never felt this clumsy with words before.

When he opens them again, you’re still there. You haven’t moved. You haven’t looked away.

And somehow, that alone gives him the courage he’s lacking.

“I just… want to feel it.”

The truth escapes him so easily, so quietly, that it almost embarrasses him.

Your expression shifts.

It’s not amusement.

It’s not rejection.

It’s something softer. More intimate.

And without questioning it—without hesitation or unnecessary words—you let your hand slide over his.

Not hurriedly.

Not hesitantly.

Just with the quiet certainty of someone who understands exactly what he’s asking for.

And when your fingers intertwine with his, Donnie feels every equation, every algorithm, every carefully structured rule in his mind… simply dissolve.

As if they had never really mattered in the first place.

“Well?” you ask, your voice carrying a faint attempt at lightness.

Donnie knows you’re trying to sound casual, that you’re masking your uncertainty behind a relaxed tone. But he notices.

He notices the delicate dusting of pink on your cheeks, the almost imperceptible tremor in your lower lip, the way your thumb brushes against the back of his hand—like you’re adjusting to the contact just as much as he is.

And something inside him… softens.

His lips curve, at first unconsciously—a smile, small and barely formed. Then, from deep in his chest, a quiet laugh escapes, unbidden and genuine, as weightless as the air after a storm.

It’s not mockery. It’s not disbelief.

It’s something purer. Something real.

—Nothing, —he murmurs, his thumb moving awkwardly against your skin— Just… this is nice.

The confession catches him off guard.

Because he hadn’t planned it.

Because he hadn’t filtered it through his logic before speaking.

Because it simply happened.

And then, you look at each other.

Maybe for too long.

Maybe just long enough for the world around you to blur into a distant murmur, as if nothing else exists except the space you occupy together.

He finds himself mesmerized by you.

Fascinated.

But not in the way he is fascinated by a new equation, by an unexpected pattern in the data, by the perfect symmetry of a well-designed structure.

This is different.

This is raw.

This is visceral.

This is feeling.

His other hand, trembling in a way he doesn’t understand, lifts with a slowness that borders on reverence.

And when his fingers brush against your cheek, the touch is so light it feels like an experiment in itself.

He feels.

He feels the warmth of your skin beneath his fingertips, the way it molds so effortlessly to his touch, the way your body leans ever so slightly toward him—responding to an equation he hasn’t yet written but, for the first time, doesn’t feel the need to solve.

He feels the erratic pounding of his own heart, too fast, too unsteady, as if it has forgotten its natural rhythm.

He feels the heat gathering in his chest, expanding outward like a shockwave, defying all logical explanation.

And then, he hears you sigh.

Small.

Soft.

Almost imperceptible.

But he feels it.

He feels the warmth of your breath against his skin, the subtle vibration of your exhale in the nonexistent space between you.

Feels,

feels,

feels.

As if every one of his senses—once so meticulously calibrated to process information—has now been repurposed for a single objective:

You.

Your warmth seeping into his skin.

Your quiet, rhythmic breathing.

The barely-there weight of your gaze resting on him.

The familiar scent of you, imprinting itself onto some hidden corner of his mind he never thought necessary.

Just you.

Only you.

Nothing else exists.

Nothing else matters.

And then—without thinking, without calculating, without rationalizing it into exhaustion like he always does—

he kisses you.

It’s brief. Just a brush of lips.

A moment suspended between doubt and need, between impulse and fear.

A single heartbeat contained in a single point of contact.

And then—

He hears you gasp.

His entire body locks up. Every muscle goes rigid with a tension so sharp it’s almost painful.

His brain—so efficient, so precise, so relentless in its ability to analyze every variable in a situation—enters a total shutdown.

He stares at you, eyes wide, pupils blown.

Oh, no.

No, no, no.

He misread everything.

What the hell was he thinking?

You don’t see him that way.

Why would you?

Why would you ever?

Shame crashes over him like an unstoppable wave. His stomach twists, his skin burns, his heart clenches into an invisible fist that threatens to crush it from the inside out.

He pulls back, his hands loosening, his voice catching in his throat.

—Oh, God, I didn’t mean to— —he stammers, his voice cracking under the weight of his own panic. His thoughts are a mess of unsolved equations, of probabilities collapsing into a singularity of pure dread— I just… I thought it was a good moment, I—

—Yes.

Your voice cuts through his spiral.

His brain short-circuits.

—It was.

…

What?

His breath halts.

The air thickens, pressing in from all sides, as if the entire universe has stopped—right here, right now, in these words, in this reality he never accounted for.

And then—

You close the distance.

You are the one to bring your lips back to his.

And his mind—his brilliant, overanalyzing mind—

for the first time in his life—goes completely silent.

And he simply—feels.

[imastoryteller]

The Paradoxical Character: 19 Unique Trait Pairings

Here’s a list of 19 wildly unusual, highly contrasting trait pairs that blend quirky or fantastical attributes. These could make for delightfully strange, otherworldly, or surreal characters:

Immensely Patient & Chronically Forgetful Character Idea: They can wait for years without complaint but never remember why they started waiting in the first place. Their endless patience is undercut by the confusion of purpose, creating an aura of timeless mystery.

Unbearably Charming & Involuntarily Invisible Character Idea: This character has charisma in spades but is cursed to flicker out of sight randomly. Their allure is magnetic, but people constantly forget they were even there, adding to their mystique and frustration.

Perpetually Cheerful & Pathologically Suspicious Character Idea: They radiate sunshine and kindness yet believe everyone is secretly plotting against them. Their optimism is baffling, considering they’re convinced of hidden dangers everywhere.

Mind-Reading Empath & Emotionally Oblivious Character Idea: Able to feel others’ emotions intensely, yet baffled by their own, this character has no clue how they themselves feel. They’re highly attuned to everyone else but entirely alienated from their own heart.

Limitless Curiosity & Existentially Terrified Character Idea: Endlessly fascinated by every detail of the universe, yet they’re constantly haunted by the fear of the universe itself. Every new discovery brings wonder and intense dread, creating a fascinating internal tug-of-war.

Brilliant Strategist & Hopelessly Absent-Minded Character Idea: A tactical genius who can plan a perfect heist, yet constantly forgets their own plan halfway through. They’re sought after for their brilliance but just as likely to wander off mid-operation.

Supernaturally Persuasive & Pathologically Indecisive Character Idea: They could talk anyone into anything—if only they could decide what they wanted to say. Their powers of persuasion are legendary, but they take forever to make a single choice.

Ancient Wisdom & Childlike Innocence Character Idea: Despite being impossibly old and wise, they approach every situation with the wonder of a child. They’re both sage and novice, baffling people who come seeking advice but receive only wonder-filled observations.

Obscure Knowledge Hoarder & Shameless Gossip Character Idea: They know every forgotten fact of history yet can’t keep a secret to save their life. This character’s deep knowledge clashes hilariously with their loose tongue, turning historical mysteries into idle chatter.

Zen-like Tranquility & Quick to Panic Character Idea: Usually the calmest person in any room, until anything unusual happens, at which point they’re the first to run. People turn to them for peace until their sudden freakouts reveal a hidden, hilarious irony.

Hyper-Logical Thinker & Ridiculously Superstitious Character Idea: Obsessed with logical consistency yet terrified of stepping on cracks or upsetting minor spirits. Their rationality makes them a master problem-solver, but they’re comically fearful of common superstitions.

Effortlessly Graceful & Magically Clumsy Character Idea: They’re naturally elegant in all they do, but objects randomly fly out of their hands or shatter in their presence. They’re revered for poise but cursed by chaos, creating an aura of unpredictable charm.

Telepathically Intuitive & Immensely Gullible Character Idea: Able to sense the unspoken thoughts of others, but easily duped by the most obvious lies. They sense everyone’s hidden motives but constantly believe in harmless nonsense.

Exceptionally Knowledgeable & Epically Lazy Character Idea: They’ve accumulated endless knowledge from books but refuse to do anything with it. They could save the world but prefer napping and observing others fumble around in ignorance.

Magnet for Coincidences & Cynically Skeptical Character Idea: The most absurd things constantly happen around them, yet they refuse to believe in coincidences. This character is a walking contradiction of fate and disbelief, surrounded by odd events they disdain.

Hyper-Attentive Listener & Mute Character Idea: They pick up every nuance of conversation and are incredibly insightful, but they can’t respond out loud. People find comfort in their presence but struggle to understand their silence and deep gaze.

Radiantly Optimistic & Obsessed with Disaster Preparedness Character Idea: Always smiling and convinced things will work out, yet constantly building bunkers and storing supplies. Their sunny outlook is shadowed by an apocalyptic readiness that baffles everyone.

Unbreakable Memory & Instantly Distracted Character Idea: They remember every moment of their life in perfect detail but are so easily distracted that they rarely finish sentences. They’re a walking history book if only they’d stay focused long enough to share it.

Boundless Energy & Always Asleep Character Idea: They have an endless zest for life and could do anything—if they could just stay awake. People are drawn to their energy, but they frequently fall asleep mid-sentence, leaving everyone in suspense.

[omgfangirlland]

The Shadows That Nurture 14

ch 15 is done so y'all can have ch 14, these are getting longer and longer- If I somehow end up passing 4k words I'll have to break these into pt1 and pt2 🥲

Also- y'all can not rip Jason's finger tattoos saying "jailbird" from me, ever.

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Your hands were shaking as Slade led you to one of the many bathrooms in the building, but despite everything, you were proud of yourself. You didn’t cry, that was good enough in your book. “You were fast with that throw. Not many get a hit on the man, as clumsy as he fakes being.” His voice only seemed to make you angrier.

You took a deep breath, exhaling softly. He hasn’t done anything to you, yet at least. You’re not angry at him- is what you had to repeat to yourself before answering. “I wish it was a knife.” Your face twitched at that. “That- was a very emotionally fueled answer- please don’t hold it against me.” Willson was more amused by the answer than scared or worried.

“You won’t be the first, and you won’t be the last.” The man took his handkerchief and dampened it, leaning against the marble sink as he handed it to you, and you thanked him while taking it. “I’ll hold you up to paying for the cleanup, by the way. I love this suit. Now- why did you really want to talk?”

“Straight to the point I see.” At his smile, you just shrug. “Never was one for pull and push games.” Perhaps it was your hormones, or just how much you’ve repressed your emotions for other human beings due to hurt, but his laugh made your cheeks flush. You were putting a pin on that feeling, for now just dismissing it as anger at the male species.

“I just want to talk, get to know you better.” He went to the modern toilet and took out its wall panel, pulling out a briefcase. “You’ve made quite the name for yourself. Among terrible people.” Slade opens the briefcase once it is on the marble top, revealing his gear and a clean pair of clothes. “So, you want to assassinate me?”

“Assassination is for world leaders, my dear.” The shit-eating grin definitely made you think whatever you were feeling was anger. “But you’re not far off. We have similar enemies.” You took the clean shirt he handed to you, took the wet wipes straight from the case, and went straight for the room divider, Slade turning his back to you. “So- what, you want me to help you and when push comes to shove, you’ll help me?” He could hear the doubt, the sarcasm, and the distrust. But he just smiled. “Yes.”

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Luthor just kept on looking at you for a few seconds as you lay face down on his emperor-sized bed. “Is that his shirt?” He got a muffled yes in response. “He hid a briefcase in your wall and gave me the spare, said he’ll come back with the clean suit… I so think he wanted to kill you or steal something you have here.” Lex just hummed at that, tapping his foot. “And?” You groaned. “Where do I even begin?”

“Well, you could start from the beginning?” Lex said while getting up and grabbing a set of pajamas and tossing them on your back. You sigh and place your head on your hand, turning your body sideways so you can look at him. “I have parental issues and a part of me finds his stupid eye-patch so hot.” You cackled maniacally as Luthor’s face soured. “Ok. How about we skip forward a bit?” He almost begged.

“Alright- wait-…” You take a closer look at the pajamas. “These are my size.” Your eyes meet his as he confirms with no shame on his mug. “Are you not going to ask why?” Sighing you just get up and move towards his bathroom. “You either want a kid or a wife and I’m not mentally sound enough right now for either one. And I’m sleeping with mom- I so do not believe you didn’t put cameras in my room, you weirdo.”

“I’m a paranoid billionaire genius. I have cameras in every room.” It was his turn to laugh like a maniac as he heard you call him a weirdo again.

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With everyone out of the manor, it was finally time for Alfred to clean the whole bloody place. These moments were rare, and while Master Bruce insisted on him taking a break, he wasn’t a man to stay in one place for long without work.

He began from the ground up, the cave, the yard. The ground floor and the first level came and went, on the second level he may have gotten distracted by the new books Bruce got for Jason, and by the time the man of the house got back, Alfred was halfway done with the third floor.

Opening yet another door, his eyes immediately critiqued the dust, barely processing the objects before beginning to clean, starting with a little framed photo and the nightstand. It took him two looks before he registered what the picture depicted- a little girl at her kindergarten graduation event. He doesn’t remember Miss Cassandra this young, Master Bruce must have-

No… Cassandra never went to kindergarten. Alfred drops the cloth he was wiping off the dust with, head snapping around the room- Paintings, so many paintings,  drawing supplies. Medals, diplomas- the more of them he wiped with his gloved hand the more the man trembled, heart beating against his ribcage, the same way it did on the active battlefield- where were you?

A child- a whole child- no. He saw you- yes. In the garden, yelling at Bruce- that-… that was six years ago. Six years ago. Six bloody years ago. Somewhere in his panicked frenzy, a hopeful part of him just thought that maybe you changed rooms, yes, that’s why he began screaming your name like a madman, bursting through the rooms he hadn’t yet opened, screaming as he went down the staircase, rechecking rooms, scaring the kids that were in the manor.

Damian frowned at Cassandra and Tim. “Has Pennyworth lost it?” The girl didn’t even pay him any mind as she simply followed the elder. “No, he-… Where is she?” Tim tried to respond but the distraction got to him- he can’t remember the last time he saw you. Damian had no other choice but to follow as well.

Even though the old man used the stairs he was the first to enter the batcave, the kids following in the elevator. “-she’s missing-“ was what they caught, seeing the picture frame Alfred ran around with now clenched in Bruce’s hands.

“No.” Cassandra said softly, confusion clear on her face. “In London.” Alfred looked at the man as he tried to hide his fury. “You sent the young miss to London without even telling me?” Bruce immediately said a firm no, turning to Cassandra to ask how she even knew of that. “Is anyone going to inform me about who we are talking about?!”

Damian had enough, he didn’t like still being left in the dark about things that seemed this important. Tim repeated your name like it was obvious, but Alfred felt the world crash on his head. “Yes. So you all keep on saying, is that code for something?” The old man needed to sit down. They’ve never talked about her. They’ve never told him about her.

Tim was too tired to realize what Alfred did. He just called the boy rude, how could he not remember his other big sis. And it was the wrong thing to do. “I have another sister, and you didn’t tell me? Nobody did?!” The youngest boy snapped at his father before turning to look at everyone else.

Bruce- he was taking hit after hit tonight. He couldn’t come up with an argument to Slade, and he sure as hell couldn’t defend himself against Damian. The last time he remembered seeing you was when he ruined your garden. He slumped down in his chair, clutching the picture of your sad chubby face and the pitying look of the teacher, unable to take his eyes from it.

Where was he? He… He can’t defend himself. How could he? He didn’t even realize you were missing. How much has he missed? How many events and achievements has he ignored or brushed off? Did you leave that night, was that the last drop? He ignored his arguing kids, ignored how devastated Alfred looked… Jason said he was missing a bird. Bruce closes the open files on The Sorceress. “Tim, inform Dick and the others. Oracle. Call Red Hood. Now.”

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Lois sighed and turned to face her husband who was fully awake. “Ok, come on, confess.” Clark didn’t even flinch, not until she shook his shoulder. He side-eyed her before turning to also face her, sure that Jon was deeply asleep. “What I’m about to tell you should stay just between us.”

“The Sorceress is adopted, her dad is Bruce.” Lois raised a brow but before she could ask for more Clark continued. “I heard her brother and Lex inform the Immortal about it. The boy mentioned that, and I quote, the bastard didn’t pay attention to her for years and now has the gall to show up and act like he doesn’t know her. Lex was sure of the fact that Bruce didn’t even know that she had run away, to begin with, let alone how the kid he barely spent time with looked like anymore”

Lois took a while to soak in the information. “That’s…” She lies back on her back, staring at the ceiling like her husband once was. “If it’s true- it’s a new low for him. I'll look into it.” She looks at Clark. “Don’t let Jon hear that, he’ll-“

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“-and that’s what my dad said.” Jon, who was still in his pajamas, huffing from how fast he flew and talked, told Damian once they were in the security of the youngest Wayne’s room. The other boy just nodded. “Thank you for informing me, Jon. Make sure you do not repeat this to anyone else.”

“You should go back before your parents realize you’re missing.” Damian opened the window for the other teen. “Are you sure? Because if you’re not okay-“ Damian shook his head. “I’m perfectly fine, I’ll take care of this and give the information to someone who will be able to confirm what Superman heard."

The young super took a while before leaving, but the fear of his parents finding him gone was bigger. Damian on the other hand was already penning a letter. If the family kept such important information from him, he could too.

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Your day was- tiring. You may have overdone it a bit, studying for finals, the anxiety of giving your artwork in for the diploma, helping with clean up, training, helping Titan clean spaces for more housing- by the time you were done you were exhausted.

When the explosion went off, you didn’t even flinch, the text message from Mark saying “dnt wor abt it” was good enough for you. So, you just continued buying your little snacks and energy drinks for tomorrow and went on your way, floating as you simply couldn’t be bothered with walking.

If you were, perhaps, not as tired as you were, you would have been a little bit more concerned about the swarm of reporters or paparazzi, you couldn’t even try to figure it out. “Madame Sorceress! What is your relationship to Mr. Wayne?” and “Hey! Hey, over here! How do you know Bruce Wayne?!” and a lot of similar questions you couldn’t be bothered to answer. “Sorceress! Why do you have beef with Mr. Wayne?”

Now that stopped your movement. You slowly turned towards the person who asked, squinting at the redhead. “You want that in chronological or alphabetical order?” That seemed to trigger more questions and yelling, but your attention was on your ringing phone. “Sorry folk, I have to take this.” Sluggishly, you flew higher than they could be able to pick up with any listening device and answered. “Sup’ Red-“

Your brows furrowed. “Now they found out?... How much?” Jason just snorted. “B tried to interrogate me and when that didn’t work out, Alfred tried to tug at my emotions. Right under their nose and they’re still not seeing it.” You snort. “You’re creating yourself trouble. Just tell them, not like they can do anything now.” Jason knew, but this- the phone number, the texting, and silly pics, was something the other bats didn’t have access to. It was something only he had, that he didn't have to share with the others. He wants it to stay that way. “Nah, let them stew in it.” Jason snickered. “Whatever, Jailbird. Good night.” You roll your eyes, laughing when he yells that you weren’t supposed to know that.

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A tiny little micro sneak peak of chapter 15 because I feel kind:

Jason was having a terrible week, starting with Ms. “I wouldn’t have been as forgiving if you didn’t die and came back kinder to me” Wayne- well- Grayson? He doesn’t know anymore- he’s close enough to just forging papers that say you’re his biological little sister just to fuck with Bruce.

[lavender-phoenix-flames]

Another thing I HATE in fics is wwx being incompetent or bad at anything that is not cooking like WHAT DO YOU MEAN??!!!? This dude? Bad at stuff? The master of six arts! The beloved head disciple of yunmeng! The guy that survived the burial mounds without a golden core and invented a WHOLE new form of cultivation! (What even xue yang couldn't achieve in 13 years he did in 3 months!!) The guy that is a renowned genius! A prodigy! Innovative! Creative! Clever! Cunning! Charming! Confident! guy that literally is the best and great at everything you name it! The most emotionally intelligent guy! The most socially charismatic guy! The best teacher! He is The human personification of competency! He is closest a human can get to perfection! He is even morally ideal! Handsome, prettiest pretty boy and one of the kindest boy! (If you dare say he is oblivious or has a low self esteem, I will hit you with a pan). Lwj literally has a competency kink! Wwx can't be bad at anything and it's a fact (except cooking)

If he is not getting the perfect grades or being clumsy or being oblivious or has self esteem issues then that is not wwx that is just some dude. Period.

[sweetchcolate]

Ranma's worry over Akane is endearing in its clumsiness, but that sequence also offers a good insight as to his character.

First, he asks her to hit him, a tit for tat in order to settle the (perceived) score between them.

When that fails, he follows her around and goes to check on her, trying to get a feel of her mood.

He later reflects and realizes that he's been insensitive (getting mad at Akane for being in the way during his fight with Ryoga, when in reality, he worried over her), but that she's also hurting much more than she shows. He then goes to apologize and even tries to redeem himself by offering her a piggyback ride. He's offering her a favor, something, hoping this might lift her mood, but unfortunately for Ranma, that doesn't address the core issue at hand (an issue much deeper than Ranma believes, but an issue that's not his to fix nor one he can offer much help with).

Finally, after their visit at Tofu's clinic, he seems to understand that part of Akane's hurt is related to her hair, but mostly to her hair in relation to her crush. He tries to cheer her up by reminding her Tofu found her cute, and when that fails, when he's all out of ideas, only then does he reveal how he feels about her new haircut, saying it fits her.

Of course, this sudden honesty makes Akane suspicious and in return, Ranma bristles and closes himself up, falling back on old habits of retracting his words + calling Akane un-cute.

Still, despite his awkwardness and embarrassment, Ranma pushes forward to reveal he likes her short hair. It's taken a lot to get him to open up and show his true feelings, but this vulnerability is much appreciated by Akane (even if she thinks it's all a lie, which is not surprising considering Ranma's track record with her so far).

This entire sequence goes to show that while Ranma does have a good read of others' feelings when given the time to digest things instead of reacting rashly, he doesn't quite know what to do with that information.

His first, if sometimes only, solution of 'hit me back and we'll be even' is the easiest way of patching things up, but not the most emotionally mature. His second option is to offer something up in order to placate the other, but 99% of the time, it doesn't fly by with Akane because she can tell he's trying to buy her forgiveness and isn't flattered with empty niceties.

It's all indicative of how Genma's raised him: 1) to immediately retaliate, to always have the upper hand, and 2) if you can't defeat them, then appeal to them. He's raised a genius when it comes to fighting, with a quick mind and even quicker reflexes, but show Ranma a sad girl and suddenly he's out of his depth.

All that to say, it takes a lot to take Ranma out of his comfort zone and into showing vulnerability and genuineness, yet that's exactly what makes these moments feel much more impactful.

[rogue-durin-16]

HEAD-TO-HEAD (part III/?)

Summary: Joe thought she was pretty. Had he just said that, things might have been different for them. Maybe they wouldn't have gone head-to-head at each other for three years like it was a contest.

Pairing: Joseph Liebgott x Reader

Genre: angst splattered with fluff/rivals to lovers

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Head-to-head: @derersketnoget

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Warnings: language, sexism, harassment, violence

A/N: this took longer than I wanted to because adulting sucks and my life is currently a roller coaster. Not even emotionally, it's just dead ass going off the rails in every way. In case 2024 is being a bitch to you too, have some Liebgott content to brighten up your day, enjoy <3

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"You happy now?" Joe's voice broke the empty mess hall's unusual silence, making me jump ever so slightly before he appeared on my side by the door.

"I gotta put up with you for the night, so no." My eyes landed on him with my last words, making emphasis on my discontentment with the punishment. "I don't get what I did wrong to deserve this."

"Do I spell it out for you?"

"Shut up."

6 Hours Earlier

"Why're you running?"

Running? No, I was not running. The only occasions anyone would see me running were the ones when we went up and down Currahee.

Walking fast? Maybe. Maybe for once I was trying not to get in trouble, even if 'trouble' meant three men choosing to make hell out of my afternoon off just because they knew they could.

"C'mon, doll."

That did it. I planted my feet on the camp's dirt, causing the fastest of the three to bump into me.

"Don't 'doll' me, asshole." I accompanied my statement with a shove on the boy's chest, not strong enough to make him stumble but firm enough to maintain my personal space.

"Feisty one, ain't ya?" The second one to chime into the confrontation circled me to stand by my left. I didn't dignify his prying with my attention.

"What do I call you then, princess?" Bennett, I recalled, was the name of the soldier who was adamant about giving me a pet name.

"Mmm..." I pretended to muse it, my index finger resting atop my lips. "What 'bout you just don't call me? Ever. Problem fuckin' solved."

"Good girls don't swear." I scoffed at the poisonous warning with anything but amusement. "What's funny, doll?"

"Oh, honey, you don't know how good of a girl I'm being right now."

"Ooooh..." He shortened the space between us, hovering as if to make me back against the barracks. Not happening. "Look at her, Smith. So tough."

"Big mouth, but be careful." They were closing on me. It didn't take a genius to see where this was about to go. "Keep running it like that and Easy might find you in a ditch one day."

"Real charmer, aren't you?" The corner of my mouth twitched up briefly, chin held up like I had nothing to lose. "Take it easy, yeah? Might surprise yourself and end up flat on your back."

"That what you think's gonna happen?"

JOE'S P. O. V.

I had been trying to find a half-assed excuse to approach Y/n for a good minute—obviously with no fruition—, when one of the men now crowding her got in her face.

"Goddamn it." I muttered through gritted teeth, tossing my cigarette to the dirt to crush it with my heel before stalking to the group's side. "Back off her! Now."

Y/n's squinted eyes landed on me before I could close the distance. "The hell are you doing?" The tone was quiet and hasty, as if she was ready to start a side fight with me.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" I countered, rising my arm between Y/n and Bennett, not turning my head to him briefly. "Don't even think about it."

"This isn't your fight." My attention returned to Y/n with an annoyed huff when she put my arm down.

"Go back where you came from, Liebgott." I didn't even process Smith stepping to me until his hand collided with my shoulder, causing me to bump against the barracks' wall. "We're just having a chat."

I didn't give give it a second thought before pushing Smith back. Hard. "Try that again."

READER'S P. O. V.

The soldier snarled, giving Joe a taunting up-and-down, and swung a fist toward him.

I was acting out of instinct when, without a word, my hand closed on Smith's collar and landed a hard punch that forced him to back off.

"Nobody touches him." My index finger pointed at Joe in an attempt to regain some control of a situation that had already spiraled.

The remaining privates hesitated for an instant —just an instant— after realizing the confrontation escalated in the middle of camp. One way or another, we all were already in trouble.

I guess that's what Bennett was thinking when he attempted to take a swing back at me.

Joe yanked me back by my arm at the same time as Malarkey and Grant sprinted to put themselves between both Bennett and us.

"Hey! Break it up- BREAK IT UP!" Don yelled, struggling to keep back the two privates, although not as much as Grant struggled to keep both me and Joe at bay. "Toye! Bill!"

In a matter of seconds, Guarnere and Toye took on Malarkey's task so the ginger could separate me from Liebgott. I guess, by now, they knew us too well.

"You try that. See where it takes you." Toye grunted, shoving Bennett to the ground with minimal effort. "Get outta here."

"The hell were you two on now?" Guarnere's question almost sounded as a complaint when he turned around.

"You ask her." Joe spat, shaking Grant off.

"Don't put this on me," I pointed an accusatory finger at Joe. "you threw hands first."

"Did you miss the part where he shoved me?"

"Next time don't play hero and maybe you won't get pushed around."

Joe looked away with a sneer. "You're a goddamn idiot, you know that? Do you even know what was about to happen?"

"Don't put it like it was my fault." I heard a muttered curse from someone on my left flank when I pivoted my body to face Joe.

"Y/n." Malarkey placed his full attention on me in a disguised attempt to deescalate the argument. "What happened?"

"I'm a girl surrounded by assholes who don't know when to quit, Malark. That happened." It wasn't meant to land on Liebgott —it really wasn't—, but he took it personally anyway.

"No, what happened is that you don't know how to shut up." It was Joe's turn to step closer, forcing Grant to halfheartedly press a steady hand on his shoulder as a warning.

"And you do?!"

"You know how fights work?!"

"I wouldn't be here if I didn't!"

"Really?! Three against one?! real fuckin' smart!"

"I didn't ask for your opinion, and I sure as hell didn't ask for your help!"

"Alright, you know what—" Joe slapped Grant's hand away.

"Hey!" A flustered Talbert swept in just in time to take a hold of his friend. "Enough!"

"No, let him." I coaxed Floyd, although my eyes stayed locked with Liebgott's. "You're no better than them, you know that?"

"The hell is wrong with you two?" Don's exasperated gaze ping-ponged between us both. "No, seriously. What's gonna happen when we're out there? We're supposed to be a team."

"Don's right." Toye, who rarely showed any interest in whatever spat Joe and I had gotten ourselves into, sounded fairly worried. "You keep this shit up, you're gonna get someone killed."

"What's going on here?" Nixon's voice, despite not holding any scowl, snapped everyone out of the chaotic haze hanging among us. It barely took him a few seconds to pick up on what was going on. "Oh, for Christ's sake... Liebgott, Y/l/n. With me. Now."

With two quiet 'yes, Sir' Joe and I parted ways from our friends to follow the irritated officer.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

My eyes traced, distracted, invisible patterns on the wooden floor beneath my half-laced boots. Across from me, Joe toyed with the buttons of his jacket, fingers methodical, as if the world outside didn’t exist.

Around half an hour must have passed since we both finally were able to return to our bunks.

Neither of us had spoken much. At first, it was due to Sobel's orders —'no talking unless it's related to the mess hall's cleaning'—, but as the night unfolded, Joe and I got caught in the quiet haze of fatigue that made talking feel like too much effort.

Funnily enough, as soon as we got the chance to get the rest we needed, our bodies and minds refused to shut down.

Something about the silence felt stifling now, uncomfortable. Maybe it was the fact that we were the only two people awake, or maybe it was the scarce distance put between us.

"You got a fella back home?" Joe's voice cut through the quiet, his tone casual but clear.

Of course he would go there.

"If I had a nickel for every time one of you asked," I muttered, pulling at the knot of my laces. "I think I wouldn’t need a paycheck."

"Didn’t answer the question." he replied, leaning forward, elbows on his knees, eyes sharp on me in that way of his that made anyone feel like they were being measured.

"No, Joe," my negative was a little sharper than I had intended. "Don’t have a fella. Don't need one."

"Huh." he leaned back again, eyes still on me like he was dissecting my words.

The conversation should’ve ended there, but we were tired, and tired people asked questions they wouldn’t normally ask. I glanced up at him, squinting slightly in the dim light.

"What about you, Liebgott? Got a girl waiting on you?"

His digits, now taking unnecessary time with the cuff of his sleeve, paused briefly. "Not anymore."

The shift in his tone caught me off guard. It wasn’t bitter, but it wasn’t light either. It had weight. Enough weight to make me sit up straighter and watch him a little more closely.

"Not anymore." I repeated, letting the words hang there for a moment before tilting my head. "What's that mean?"

He scratched at the back of his head, fingers combing through his dark hair before resting at the nape of his neck. His gaze stayed casted down on the floor like he was reading something only he could see.

"Eh... Being in love ain't enough sometimes."

"You were in love?" I didn't bother hiding the surprise in my voice.

"Shit, I was married." There was an amused ring to his admission, and even in the darkness of the garrison, I discerned the usual twitch on the corner of his mouth. "What? Surprised?"

I shrugged, kicking off my jump boots. "Wouldn't have pinned you for the married type."

"Yeah, well," he shook off his jacket and bent over to undo his laces. "what about the divorced type?"

His eyes flickered to me, so quickly it might as well have been a trick of my imagination. He wanted to catch my reaction, but didn't want me to do the same with him.

"We were too young. People pull reckless moves when they're hung up on somebody."

A frown he wouldn't catch due to his sudden interest in his boots darkened my expression for an instant. He was justifying himself. Why?

"Won't catch me doing that shit ever again, though."

"What? Falling in love?" After the way his head tilted up to me, I didn't need a verbal answer. "is it that awful?"

It was his turn to furrow his brows. "You never been in love?"

"Nah." I accompanied my curt reply with a denying move before pulling my legs onto the mattress.

"Do yourself a favor," he threw his footwear under the bed and mirrored my posture. "keep it that way."

"Holy shit." I exhaled with a single breathy laugh. "She really fucked you up, huh?" He chuckled, shaking his head without looking at me. "She left you, then."

The loudness of his silence made me wonder if I had pushed it too far. There was no hostility in him, though, only something that could easily pass as discomfort peppered with what I hardly identified as guilt.

"So what? You get burned once and never try again?"

"Damn right." He grunted, laying down and pulling the covers over his lower body. "Love’s a loaded gun. I'm done pulling that trigger."

"You're so dramatic." I murmured with a quiet chuckle, subconsciously following his cue to get some sleep.

Joe propped himself on his elbow to meet my eyes before I could fully recline. "Just wait 'til some douchebag breaks your heart."

"I don't think I'll have time for that anytime soon." I retorted without missing a beat, although there was no illness in my response.

"Smart." He stated after examining whatever glimpse of my frame he could still see. "Smarter than me."

"I know."

Joe gave me one last look that seemed more amused than annoyed.

"Don't get cocky, alright?"

"Night, Liebgott." I simply replied, tucking myself comfortably in my bunk.

"Night, Y/l/n."

[strawberrycakelove]

I love how Sasuke's personality was written.

He is very well portrayed as an introverted, quiet and silent person (and he likes quietness and silence, calmness), but he is not calm, peaceful or patient at all, quite the opposite, he is very irritable and irascible, even though he doesn't like to get irritated, but he can't help but lose his temper so easily LOL.

I like how his personality is not simplistic, he is not the stereotypical introvert, who is usually also calm, patient, calm, cold, etc.

Sasuke is also cold, but his mood is extremely sensitive and he can explode very quickly.

He only seems to be "calm" because he is around Sakura and Naruto who are loud and very expressive ALL THE TIME.

And how he becomes a tired adult, exhausted by his own emotional volatility.

I don't like Boruto (neither the series nor the protagonist) but in this regard, I have to admit that Sasuke was well portrayed in his emotional exhaustion with Boruto, he has no patience and doesn't put up with Boruto's nonsense.

Boruto is like a poorly made "second Minato", but much worse, Minato was portrayed as clumsy and awkward, Boruto is "intelligent" and "brilliant", but his "intelligence" and "genius" is very strict and particular, is on an island, surrounded by an ocean of stereotypical and forced stupidity, which makes his character unbearable to read, sickening and tiring.

He has an idiotic and annoying behavior and Sasuke can't stand him at all, he doesn't have an ounce of patience with Boruto and his nonsense, but he only doesn't explode (like he did with Naruto) because he is emotionally exhausted and tired, because he gets angry, but is too tired to express his irritation, and this becomes one of the few funny moments in Boruto, because the humor of their interactions is not in Boruto (who has ZERO charisma), but in Sasuke and his emotional tragedy, of not being able to express his irritation and discomfort with Boruto, because he is too tired and has no energy to do so.

This is at least the only thing done well in this sequence of Boruto (especially in relation to Sasuke).

[venusianc0mplex]

Children of Apollo

Children of Apollo are charming, brilliant, and attractive people endless charisma emanating from them. They are rays of sunshine to the masses, people look up to them as if they are looking at the source of all the warmth in this world. They teach everyone how to truly embrace themselves as they are.

Gifts

They shine BRIGHT amongst everyone

They naturally know themselves very well by birth

They are extremely artistically gifted

They usually have a very unique sense of style and they own it confidently

They naturally know how to attract attention (for better or worse)

They know how to express themselves in their own unique way

They are usually not scared of anything

They are very loyal friends 

They naturally inspire others to just be themselves

They naturally radiate warmth

They are gifted with visuals that stands out a lot

They are usually gifted in multiple fields of art, not just one

They are very dedicated lovers

They naturally know how to show confidence and not make people around them feel less

They are observant of their environment

Extremely talented musicians

Natural comedian

They draw in massive numbers of fans by just being themselves 

They usually have very nice hair and/or teeth

They give and receive love very naturally 

They are mad geniuses when it comes to art

They are very popular especially as they age

People follow their orders very well

They can teach any art skills to themselves

Extremely spiritually gifted

They KNOW how to move their bodies

They are naturally funny as FUCK

Spiritually protected under sunlight

They naturally work their stage presence very well

Common Themes in the Lives of Apollo Kids

They usually work in the entertainment industry or work as an artist in some ways

They are usually always in the center of some huge friend groups

They usually don’t end up pursuing traditional higher education

They tend to like unusual or unique fashion styles because they see fashion as a form of self-expression

Popularity tends to be their biggest advantage over other people

They are usually very extroverted and speak their mind with ease

A lot of them have troubled relationships with their fathers

They LOVE being the chaser in a relationship, almost to a fault

You usually KNOW when they like you romantically

Emotionally clingy to their lover

Their biggest source of inspiration comes from their romantic experiences

They usually view romantic relationships as the center of their life

Relationships can really make or break them

They are extremely attracted to Hekate kids for some reason (Sun & Moon and it’s usually one-sided from Apollo kids)

They are extremely independent people 

Black sheeps of the family

Sexually open to trying different things

BIGGEST SIMPS

They get d*ckmatized very easily

Head empty when it’s not art or romance related

They are extremely generous to their lover/friends 

They usually end up attracting very good friends into their lives

They all have the YOLO attitude to life 

Can be clumsy with their words 

They love to do funny things to garner attention from people

They usually got the cutest chubby face UwU

Usually have prominent sun/Leo/Scorpio/Libra placements in their astrology chart (sidereal/Vedic)

They prefer an unconventional lifestyle

They are very delightful to work with on sets/stage

Their existence is meant to teach people to embrace themselves as they are

Challenges

Sometimes genius sometimes VERY VERY DUMB AND CLUELESS

They need a lot of socializing and self-reflection to understand social cues and become more emotionally intelligent in social situations

BAD taste in lovers when they are young

Can idealize romance way too much

Can idealize situations way too much

Their ego can go out of control very easily and believe people should all comply to their standards

Can become narcissistic and extremely egotistical if they don’t receive attention and support for their artistic endeavors

They can do the wrong things to attract attention to them 

Sometimes they become too desperate for fame and agree to the wrong things to achieve recognition 

Can be very one-track minded and forget about people around them

They are self-centered by nature, not maliciously, consideration for others just don’t come natural to them

They can get too stuck to their own opinion and disregard other people’s words of advice

They can be too focused on themselves and end up ignoring people around them that really care about them

Extremely troubled love life cuz they constantly put up with red flags once they are mesmerized

It takes a lot for them to heal from a past relationship

They usually avoid working on their daddy issues or cope by pushing the problems away in their head

A lot of them can come off as patriarchy princesses

Not very girl’s girl until they understand friendships better later on in life

Spiritually less protected at night

Can be BROKE as joke their entire life because they don’t make the most practical financial decisions

The broke artist archetype probably came from them

The men have a hard time understanding women emotionally 

Jumps from lover to lover without self-reflection

Can easily hurt people with their selfishness/inconsideration

Doesn’t become a very considerate person till after 25 

They LOVE to mindlessly chase after someone

Tendency to be too callous at the wrong times

They can be too harsh with their criticisms and end up hurting people around them or make themselves look bad

When you get too close to the sun you WILL feel burned by them

Disclaimer: Everything written above stemmed from my own observations, I'm not claiming to be 100% accurate on everything

[lostlegendaerie]

Tell me your autistic Drew and ADHD May thoughts 👀

DISCLAIMER: it's 11:55 at night and I'm trying to come down from an afternoon dose of Adderall (HI I AM ON THIS SPECTRUM) so I'm not looking at the DSM-V or whatever the book on mental illnesses is, these descriptions may not line up with other peoples lived experiences, etc.

DREW: long sleeves and long pants everywhere = sensory issues, Contests are his special interest and he is kinda sulky when people 'do it wrong', canNOT flirt to save his life ("it's for your BEAUTIFLY"), avoids crowds and is clearly masking when he's confronted by the Contest Moms

MAY: Really physically expressive and loves being active, clumsy (that's apparently a big thing!), can get a little emotionally disregulated, forgets things and loses track of time (late for her first contest)

TOGETHER: he's the brains, the special interest and the calculating studied genius WHILE she's the party face/social butterfly with killer instincts, amazing ability to push through stress and think on her feet. Who What When Where Wynaut really highlights this dynamic!

SHE is the one who befriends the Wynaut (and Roderick) first and overall seems more comfortable than he is about a sudden change in plans ("May's Expedition!"). HE is the one who spouts facts about Liechi berries like they're common knowledge (love that for him tbh) and hangs back when she gets kidnapped by TR just long enough to have a plan to save EVERYONE!

Anyway I just think they're neat :)

[narwhalandchill]

anyway finished the story and. (firefly Heavy (!!!!!!) negativity im basically toxic and venting; overall spoilers)

im just. the ayaka-teppei act they were doing for firefly was way too fucking heavy handed and rushed in delivery to feel anything than hollow and artificial im sorry 💀💀 we knew her for 2h and that shes super sick and sad about it and lied to us from the start and thats warranting the kind of overblown emotional response in the cutscene when shes offed from TB??? yeah its giving delusion factory lmao what a joke

like granted fireflys VA was doing the absolute MOST to sell the act and all the props to her like the performance was excellent but i am. never. going to give a shit about a character whose entire manner of introduction and narrative presence equals to the writers smugly fanning themselves at their so-called genius because of COURSE youll keel over in awe and fawn all over this character uwuwu AND youll like it!!!!! as they gleefully shove it down your throat

like when the fucking LYNCHPIN of an emotional arc presupposes that every single player is absolutely obligated to feel soooo super emotionally attached OwO to the one character thats so blatantly designed to be the most formulaic fucking bait for self inserting and setup for a predictable kick the puppy moment its just..... this isnt it chief ugh i hate it

unironically worst part of the entire TB quest i am. Never going to be the target audience for this shit

like. logically ik part of this is just bc i am just.so vehemently opposed to this trope that i start developing a violent allergic rash the second i smell even the hint of the archetype so i was like. Groaning from the second it became obvious it was going to be another ayaka story quest (which didnt take long). like shes not as offensive as a character as my vitriolic dislike of her archetype suggests but shes easily the weakest aspect of the new story and just subpar writing it suckkssss

like robins death was EASILY vastly more emotionally impactful and shocking bc at least it came out of left field. firefly gets merked and im rolling my eyes bc its just so embarrassing lmao like. was the lesson they took from ayaka that her circumstances werent sad and sympathy baity enough to warrant attachment and thought the solution was to just make hsr ayaka-teppei Super Giga Mega Tragic omgggg. God im tired of this shit

like to be clear im just. such a hater for this trope i dont think its fucking humanely possible to make me like it but i was hoping for firefly to be at least like. Tolerable. let us remain apprehensive and wary throughout and then let those players who get attached to her project those feelings into their experience but NOT presume their existence by default in order for the story to work but. Well. guess they never learned the right lessons eh

im fucking begging her not to play any more significant role going forward i cannot stand it

im sorry firefly you deserved better than this clumsy ass embarrassment of a writing and im sorry ill never be able to like you as a character. your VA was pulling all the stops and your design is visually quite pretty but. it is what it is. im less mad as im just disappointed that it ended up rhe same old formulaic sympathy bait after all.

[coles-corner]

Ok I just need to vent for a second here. I hate it when people say that Clark Kent is a himbo cause he’s fucking not. He’s not a fucking idiot, this man is extremely emotionally intelligent and book smart. He knows multiple languages, how to approach people so they’ll open up to him about stories, he graduated with a degree in journalism, he can write compelling articles that put him on the front page and much more. All the himbo behavior he has is an act he puts on so people don’t think he’s Superman. He’s not a clumsy idiot, he knows what he’s doing at all times. I hate it when people say he’s dumb because he’s not, he’s the really nice and smart jock who made friends with the weird kids in school because he was weird and different too. He’s literally befriended Lex Luthor because he wanted to help out this awkward and weird super genius who could be pushed to do great things if he had good influences outside his abusive dad. Clark was always a nice, strong, competent and smart guy who tried his best, not a dark haired strong man with no brains.

[ribbondee]

So I have a set of 4 Mario OCs who serve as minions in Bowsers army. Each one is meant to represent different types of disabilities and such. They're not particularly high ranking in the army, but they are very close friends. It's mostly a thing about finding your place in the world when you feel like you don't belong.

Their details are under the cut!

First, there is Sophie. She's a paratroopa who was born with a wing deformity (she cannot fly very well as a result), with one wing being smaller than the other. She's tough and appears grumpy, but deep down she's a real softie.

Next there is George, a shy guy. He's far from the smartest guy around, but he makes up for it with his huge heart. He's clumsy, his bumbling often causing issues.

Now we have Goomby, a paraplegic Goomba who gets around in a wheelchair after having his spine crushed due to being stomped on a wee bit too hard by Mario (he was the first Goomba encountered in the original Super Mario Bros game). He's easily the most emotionally sensitive of the bunch, a crybaby if you will. But he's a pretty good guy.

Finally, there is Spike, a mute Spiny. He is set apart from his peers with his genius level intellect, and in fact he was the one who designed Goomby's wheelchair so it could be operated without arms! He's often reserved and lacks some social skills, but he cares very deeply about his buddies.

[aventurineswife]

Phos (phosphophyllite), a fairly complete character who is initially portrayed as childish and clumsy, but, having drastic changes throughout the manga, losing parts of his body and changing them for others, but, not only losing parts of his body but also part of it. Almost at the end of the work he does not even recognize himself, saying he is adorable without knowing that he was his original self, without changes.

The lore of Phos is based on the paradox of Theseus along with another Buddhist fact (?) that I am completely unaware of, the theory of Theseus asks himself if an object remains the same after undergoing changes that replace all its parts, is it still the same or not? In itself the entire work of Houseki no Kuni, leaves you reflecting.

I also leave this:

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-💤🩵 anon

The paradox of Theseus is such a perfect framework for Phos’ story: as Phos loses parts of their body and replaces them with others, they gradually become something entirely different, both physically and emotionally. It’s heartbreaking yet fascinating to see how Phos, in the end, cannot even recognize or connect with their original self. The moment they call their original self "adorable" without realizing it’s them is a powerful symbol of how far they’ve drifted from who they once were. 💔

The Buddhist aspect you mentioned likely ties into themes of impermanence and the idea of anatta (non-self). In Buddhism, the self is considered a collection of changing parts, with no unchanging essence. This resonates deeply with Phos’ journey—through the loss and replacement of body parts and memories, Phos challenges the concept of a stable, enduring identity.

The genius of Houseki no Kuni lies in its ability to blend these philosophical questions with raw emotional storytelling. The paradox of Theseus and Buddhist ideas aren’t just abstract concepts in the manga—they’re lived and felt by Phos and the other gems. By the end, you’re left questioning what really makes someone "them." Is it their body? Their memories? Their actions? And when all of that changes, who are they now?

Also uhhh I can't open the link dammit...

[jokurr-d-phantom]

An Omori AU I made

Omori Split Minds AU

In this AU, The Omori cast alongside other people fell under a phenomenon where the characters developed a second mindset with a different personality.

Sunny - Omori

Omori, just like the base game, is a silent and fairly gloomy and melancholic personality. Despite his seemingly emotionless personality, he can still feel happy, angry, or sad.

Mari - Hikkiko

Hikkiko’s personality is fairly identical to Mari’s but tends to keep quiet as well, however this personality is also seen as being more chaotic and aggressive. She is also said to become extremely violent at times if provoked and thinks that being evil is fun and is therefore mischievous.

Aubrey - Cassie

Cassie personality is pretty much Headspace Aubrey/when she was 12 Years Old prior to the events of the main game, coming off as very cheerful and happy, acting true to her feelings and is strong-willed. She is also known to get sad and anxious easily. She is a lot more clumsy compared to Aubrey though, and is also shown to be very emotional at times when something bad happens, occasionally being too hard on herself at times

Basil - Stranger

Stranger is perceptive and cryptic, but will also show bitterness and aggression in moments where Basil is threatened. Stranger speaks in a measured manner and displays little to no anxiety unlike Basil. He is also less prone to be as expressive as Basil, but still shows concern about how the future will play out given the circumstances.

Kel - James

James, unlike Kel, is a more quite and reserved individual who keeps to himself. James is more “intelligent” as well, and can be calm and reasonable as well, seem as the groups “In-house genius”. James is the type of person to think logically rather than emotionally, but will also bottle up emotions as well. Kel and James have an odd relationship due to their opposite personalities.

Hero - Andrew

Andrew comes across as a person with a hot temper, who meets anger with more anger. He is very demanding and stern, not shy about reprimanding and insulting others for their bad job or attitude. Andrew is a very commanding person, but at the same time he does care for others despite not showing it. He can congratulate them on their work and commends their efforts. Hero and Andrew had a strained relationship with each other due to their ways of thinking.

Mincy - Angela

Unlike Mincy's friendly yet shy personality, Angela has quite a sharp tongue. She always expresses her opinions, even if it is negative, causing Angela to engage in arguments with certain people. She possesses what can be considered a narcissistic attitude, being angry about getting her clothes dirty. While she doesn't like when someone shows concern for her, thinking that they see her as helpless, sometimes Angela can be genuinely grateful for help, especially when she cannot handle problem on her own.

Cris - Taylor

Taylor is described as being intelligent, resourceful, and persuasive. She has a quick tongue and a sharp wit, and is known in the group for her withering put-downs. She is quick to temper, and very disagreeable when another's line of thinking is not her own. Despite her adamant personality, she shows a weaker side when in danger, feeling the need to be protected, and will only protect herself if needed. However, when she is alone she shows courage and independence. Taylor most notable quote among the group is "1: Taylor is always right. 2: Nothing else matters because Taylor is always right."

Ooh, sounds neat! Only thing I'd really disagree with are the alt names seeing how basic some of them are aside from sunny and Mari, but looks cool!!

[marengogo]

The Thing Is: - 2 : It Really Ain’t That Hard.

Listening to This is BTS on Spotify.

[Music is a very big part of my life and I’m MOSTLY INCAPABLE of writing without music, so I just thought I'd share what I am listening to while writing this]

–🐺–🐺–🐺–

Some time in 2010 a young clumsy genius named Kim Namjoon aka RM, at the time known as Runch Randa, impressed a producer named Bang Sihyuk, as a consequence of which, he was immediately signed to the producer's unknown small company named BigHit Entertainment where Namjoon became part, and leader, of a new project Hip-Hop band named Bangtan Sonyeondan aka BTS.

In this new band, Namjoon was an underground rapper amongst, mostly, other underground rappers such as Shin Donghyuk aka Supreme Boi, Jin Hyosang aka Kidoh, Jung Hunchul aka Iron and Min Yoongi aka SUGA.

Min Yoongi, a feisty rapper with a passion for basketball, ended up being second at the Hit It Audition, held by BigHit in 2010, in order to find more members for BTS. The person who won the competition, Choi Ikje aka I11even, also was one of the original members of BTS. In case you were curious, Here is the video of that final between Yoongi and I11even:

The only member who wasn’t an underground rapper, but who joined the company as a formidable dancer, with positivity spreading from every pore of his body, and really just a very nice presence to have around, was Jung Hoseok aka J-Hope.

[The following link talks more about predebut Bangtan if you’d like to know more. I can’t vouch for it being completely correct but what I like about this page is that they also let you know where there are gaps in informations or things that they are not sure about either]:

So it was that they were seven, but they weren’t THE seven we all know and love today. So let’s try and imagine, for a second or two, how this must have felt for Joon, Yoongi and Hobi. Knowing that the bonds they were starting to create couldn’t be created after all, due perhaps to differences they couldn't overcome.

And also Imagine as a consequence, being told that you are not going to be a hip-hop group anymore and that you are going to have to work with four other boys on a completely different project. I’m not sure of just how hard and stressful it must have been but I can speculate that they weren’t just happy-go-lucky about it, particularly not in such an uncertain environment within a small unknown company.

Yet those three, Kim Namjoon, Min Yoongi and Jung Hoseok, decided to stick around and try to make this new project work after all. Hence came along, Kim Seokjin aka Jin.

Older than all of them, and having basically nothing in common with any of them (as he didn’t rap, nor did he dance) Seokjin might have struggled at the very beginning but somehow he made it through in such a way that he would end up being loved by all of them; didn’t he? Moving on, right after Seokjin, came his figurative opposite: the youngest of them all, tenacious dancer, skilled singer and adequate rapper; Jeon Jungkook aka Jungkook.

Cute, introverted and shy, Jungkook was sent to get some extra dance training for a month in LA with their performance director Son Sungdeuk I always wonder how was that experience for him and all the things he might have been exposed to. If the trip to LA improved his dancing skills, what got him to be more open to the world emotionally was his in big part his encounter and interaction with the next member to join the group; Kim Taehyung aka V.

Taehyung, at the time Bangtan's little “trouble-maker” V really put a spin on that group. He was never known for having the most conventional thinking, very much in his own world most of the times but so unique, so talented, so intriguing and so very caring. So much so that he would be the one to create a very special and strong bond with the last member to join this very peculiar group of young boys: Park Jimin aka Jimin a very skilled dancer, with an unforgettable voice and the sweetest heart you’ll ever be lucky to encounter. 

Without a doubt, they struggled, argued, fought, overworked, cried, wondered if any of it was worth it after all, but they stuck it through. The seven of them together. They finally were able to create those bonds and worked their darn hardest to keep them, maybe just so they wouldn’t have a repeat of the first time they tried. They made sacrifices, learned to compromise, found ways to understand each other and basically become each other’s point of reliability, because Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook love, respect and trust Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook.

Sure, they are not seven with us, but before, during and after us, they were are and always will be seven. When together and not to a certain extent, they are each other’s priorities, because they’ve learned to be so and they have decided that they want to be so, as they’ve said repeatedly every time they have had to remind the world that, for example,THEY ARE NOT DISBANDING. Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook are ALL MEMBERS OF BTS and they plan to remain so. Even their chapter 2 is all geared for them to be able to come back to each other with refreshed energies, experiences and point of views. They know that, I know that, You, person/people reading this should know that. Yet, why do so many people keep forgetting that?

Like ... it really ain’t that hard y’all.

So You and by You, I am referring to the people who will feel like they are being called out by reading any of the following can keep on:

1.BELIEVING IN, or SHIPPING, ANY PAIRING IN BTS ROMANTICALLY or whichever way you so fit, and I am also speaking as a person who thinks Jikook might actually be something. We can have all our theories and some of us do get pretty nasty about them, but at the end of the day, if any of these pairs aren’t real, it will NEVER change the fact that BTS were ALWAYS solely there for the music to begin with (and I actually started with the music with them, so really, if Jikook were never a thing, it would at most feel like a pity for me, but yeah, I’d quickly move on) and would be staying for the music, or maybe the money, or maybe the fame, or maybe the fandom or all of it and who knows what else. Regardless, they know that at the very least they have each other. Because they were and still are seven.

2. STANNING ANY SINGLE, DUO OR WHATEVER NUMBER OF MEMBERS YOU WANT. Have a blast! Do whatever the fuck you want honestly, on god, it is your life, your choices, your actions and your consequences. Any attempt at stressing and pointing out how they would be so much better if they were permanently solo artists is ALL ON YOU and it would also be a clear statement as to how little you know the artist you claim you stan; LIKE, FOR REAL-REAL. That being said, all your Solo, Duo, Whatever-Number, Ted talks will not change the fact that, as of February 19, 2023, Bangtan Sonyeaondan is still a band and it is still composed of Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook. And yes, I will keep repeating the chant because it is not just a fucking chant. It is a verbal representation of what it actually is. Because they were and still are seven.

3. DISRESPECTING PARK JIMIN or any other member at that, but JM is the most evident if you are so inclined, realistically speaking can I stop you? Nah. Your stupid ass will find new ways of trying to bring an innocent, talented, caring, spectacular, exquisite, funny, unique person down. Many started doing that circa 6 years ago and, not-shockingly, you and them are still at it. Yet, LOW, AND FUCKING BEHOLD, Park Jimin is still thriving, is still loved, is still part of BTS because GUESS 👏🏾 THE 👏🏾 FUCKING 👏🏾 WHAT 👏🏾?: … Because they were and still are seven.

4. DISLIKING CHAPTER 2. You don’t like that they are finally taking time to be their own selves, within the safety of still being in a band? You don’t understand the possibility that some might actually be burnt out (please look up being burnt out, it is a thing) and need some real rest? You don’t like the fact that there are indeed also other people in their world (family, other friends, new acquaintances FINALLY, etc)? You feel neglected even though you are obviously one of the reasons why they are still together and why they still keep going on even though sometimes the actions they get back from people like you are SUPER QUESTIONABLE? Bruv … I have nothing to tell you to be honest cause, I ain't got that type of time to waste, but then again; I lied. I just wanted to let you know that at the end of the day, Yoongi would probably wish you to Stay Healthy: Because guess what? they were and still are seven.

5. NOT EVOLVING. Stay in OG 2013. Stay in Work Harder 2014. Stay in We Might Actually Be Going Somewhere 2015. Stay in …Oh Shit!… 2016. Stay in We Global Now Baby! 2017. Stay in We Are Not Disbanding 2018.  Stay in Map Of The “Crazy” 2019. Stay in Pandemic. Online. Okay. 2020.  Stay in We Back Live! 2021.  Stay in Keep Misunderstanding What We Say 2022.  Stay in Chapter 2 2023.  Stay Still wherever the fuck you want, honestly, nobody can force you to do anything and nobody is saying that you are wrong either, just know that 🎵Things Change. People Change. Everything Change🎶. However, you know what doesn’t change? The things they said will not change and wanted us to trust them with, for example the fact that they will be seven Because they were and still are seven.

6. FABRICATING/CHATTING SHIT AND/OR SIDING WITH IT. Rumors, scandals, unreliable sources, YOU NAME IT. That blasted bird app I swear to god … can’t live with it, can’t live without it. AS WE ALL SHOULD KNOW BY NOW, drama is birthed every second on that platform and reading all of the shit that comes out can really make you want to grab your laptop/desktop or phone and throw it out of the window as well as lose a couple of brain cells. FOR REAL-REAL. 

All the attempts at causing havoc, insulting the fandom, engaging in fanwars, and just trolling as a professional sport … like you can REALLY miss me with all that shit. Because I’m pretty sure that they are also avoiding all that shit and if they have something to say, usually they find a way to say it in professional Jin-Style or through the company. Cause, contrary to popular belief, they know exactly everything that goes on online, they’d have to live under a rock not to know, so if something needs addressing they will.

ALSO, If something personal to them needs addressing but they don’t want to address it, that is also their right and they will handle it however the fuck they want to, be it a white lie or just staying out of SM all together for months on months on months. Because, even when they might have felt lonely at the end of the day, they knew who they could rely one as they were and still are seven.

BUT ARMY MADE BTS!

😩… ARMY found BTS when BTS needed them the most, which at the same time it was also when many ARMY needed them the most. ARMY saw something in them, beyond their looks and any initial fanservice. They perhaps saw themselves in them, struggling human beings just doing their best to make it into this world. BTS gave them, and keeps giving them, words of encouragement, a sense of comfort, unbelievable silliness, hope in the dark and much more, which ARMY exchanges with trust, moral and financial support, which is the best we can do to allow those seven young men to be seven. The moment we forget this, and the moment they forget this, then it is all over. However, at this very moment, the way things are standing, they seem to not have forgotten this so, once again, I ask: why do so many people keep forgetting that?

I don’t know and in all honesty I don’t give a fuck either. I am ARMY, through and through. I am an ARMY that is still discovering things about their past, supports all their present endeavours and is very hopeful for their future, because they were there for me, and still are and I am faithful they will continue to be as far as they can. So to all the misguided people, if I get tired of playing with you in my Colosseum I will refer to this post, just so you don’t think that you are not heard. Trust me you are heard, and it is very important to me for you to know that you will always:

REAP WHAT YOU SOW, and hold on … wait for it … when you do, THEY’LL STILL BE 7.

Always respectfully yours 💜,

Marengo.

[teratocore]

DEH is genius actually and that’s a hill I’m willing to die on.

We, like everyone in the play itself, overlook so many things about Evan that in hind sight are actually really concerning if you give them more thought.

Specifically the way that he desperately wants people to ask about how he broke his arm, but they never do. Or how he constantly disparages himself, calling himself a loser, emotionally and physically withdrawing from the people around him, the language he uses in his note.

I mean the note is a huge one that a lot of people, including myself, saw as a darkly funny kind of coincidence, having gone into the play mostly blind. Evan, this kid who is more than a little awkward and maybe even a little pitiful, it’s almost funny how it’s used as someone else’s suicide note. Because it’s a kind of ridiculous situation. We can easily view Evan as clumsy, that he fell out of a tree by accident because well that makes sense, doesn’t it? He’s not brave or outgoing or even prone to any kind of outbursts as far as we’ve seen. So it clearly wasn’t supposed to be a suicide note. Obviously. He’s just a kid that lacks confidence and has anxiety which makes him doubt himself and be negative, that’s not a cause for concern, right?

I think that’s why the reveal lands so hard and was personally so gutwrenching. Because looking back across the events we’ve seen it’s actually really obvious. It’s really obvious that this kid who has no real friends and kind of hates himself and can’t even muster a real smile about his future and pulls away from his mother trying to support him and always seems just a second away from some kind of panic attack would attempt suicide. It’s honestly a little textbook, but even with the parallels between him and Connor, some of us didn’t even think to connect those dots until the latter half of the play when he’s fallen into hopelessness again.

The build up is so masterful and actually contributes to rewatches and the themes of the narrative and the depth of the characters instead of being a reveal that cheapens any of these elements. It’s fantastic.