#theres a system until stuck

[writer-writer-pants-on-fire]

There's actually a system, details don't matter unless they are substantial to the plot so they get added in last.

[orangerainforest]

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[savethepinecones]

once again feeling guilty for setting boundaries yippee

[the-fyre-flie]

Batmans "No Metas In Gotham" rule but all of his kids (the batboys in particular) are secretly Metas. A silly AU

EDIT: PLEASE CHECK THIS POSTS REBLOGS BTW, THERES LOTS MORE STUFF!

Obviously, Dick has weird contortionist stuff going on. He's an acrobat gymnastic, he can twist any part of his body into a pretzel. But that doesn't explain him being able to squeeze into a vent system that even rats struggle to get through. When Bruce finds an 11 year old boy crying through the vents "daaaad I got stuck" he did not expect to find that Dick managed to squeeze himself through 20 feet of 6 inch wide 3 inch tall ductwork into a small pocket meant for a fan. Bruce was left questioning for months if Dick somehow popped a joint to do it, but nope... Dick just straight up has squishy bones. It's an at will thing, so no one's ever noticed it before. Bruce only finds out when Dick yells "think squishy thoughts!" to try and help Bruce free himself from a Joker death trap, and when questioned, is like, "Yeah.. my mom taught me to."

Jason gets mild elemental control. Nothing insane or super noticeable, but he manages to stay completely dry even during rainy patrol nights, fires seem to naturally pull towards him when he walks past them, lights flicker if he gets too emotional, ect. Bruce only found out Jason could do any of this stuff after Jason died and came back. It was raining hard that night. Bruce found his should be dead son. But Jason was dry as a bone. Half of Gotham was missing power, the street lights flickering madly every time the fight moved further down the street. The explosive Jason planted in the helmet seemed to be an all-consuming everlasting flare that was hell-bent burning Bruce.

Tim has night vision. It's not the most impressive or cool or weird, but it's so very helpful. The way Bruce figures it out is he finds Tim in the pitch black batcave, writing away in a notebook while reading some old case files from pre modern batcomputer era where Bruce had written down everything himself. He was attempting to solve cold cases in the dark. At first, Bruce is like "well maybe his eyes adjusted," but no. I (Seth) have been caving/spelunking irl before, it's really fun, but it's So. Fucking. Dark. It's literally impossible to see at all, even when your eyes slightly adjust. He starts to freak out the rest of the batfam by wandering the manor at night without any lights. Sick Tim, standing over Bruce's bed in the pitch black going "I threw up" in the most pained voice ever and Bruce nearly shits himself.

Damian is all sorts of fucked up and weird and I'm not saying the Lazarus Pit was involved, but why else does Damian have an utterly insane healing factor? It's basically impossible to cut him cuz it's like his flesh instantly heals. At first Bruce is convinced that Damian was just taught really well for an 8 year old kid, dodging so many hits, until he realized that actually Damian was incredibly sloppy, he just never worried about getting hit cuz he healed so fast. One time, his hand got chopped off and Bruce was about to have a mental breakdown cuz "Oh god I failed my son." And Damian just holds up his already reforming hand like "father, chill the fuck out."

[beloveds-embrace]

just thinking abt omegaverse!poly!141 who are stupidly protective, hyperaware, and extremely attuned to you. they know you’re fully competent and damn good at your job but there’s just something about you that makes them want to keep you safe and happy and content bc having you inserted into their pack just feels right.

oh, you need something from a tall cabinet? someone’s immediately there bc they don’t want you tripping and hurting yourself. you need to tie your boots but don’t have a ledge to put your foot up on? one of them is at your feet fumbling with the laces and tying your shoe. the base doesn’t heat properly and your cold? immediately swallowed up in layers provided by the boys. a few of the new soldiers on base keep leering and standing too close to you for anyone’s liking? oh no they’ve been injured them during training and now they’re stuck in medical. you fall asleep on the common room couch, piled under fuzzy blankets and pillows? whoever finds you first is on guard, making sure you’re not disturbed or end up rolling off the couch while you sleep. you bump into something and it leaves a nasty purpling bruise? they notice immediately, asking if they need to deal with someone and getting ice for it. there’s a power outage and the entire biometric lock system goes down? you’re content with getting holed up in one of their rooms and (unbeknownst to you) there’s a guard rotation until the system is fixed bc there’s no way in hell they’re letting anyone stupid enough to try them close enough to see you curled up and comfortable. you mention something you want but have no idea where to find it or how to get it on base? they scramble to find what your talking about, and once they do, they buy it without hesitation, wrapping it and leaving it for you to find after a long day. you’re all out on a mission and theres no where comfortable to lay? they practically fall over themselves while offering up their gear and a place by their side so you can get some sleep (i’m a new anon, not super sure how this works so i’m assigning myself as 🕸️ anon for simplicity’s sake ( + bc i love it here already)

Has anyone ever told you that your mind is like, absolutely brilliant? Bc if not, let me be the first to tell you that omg every part of this is so?? Good?? I fucking love it sm. They are absolutely like this, gnawing and clawing at the bars of their enclosure to basically spoil you rotten and take good, loving care of you

[fwol-jintu]

Yo what if shen yuan was a flower parasite

Like, dude kept a flower vase near his computer, but then accidentally spilled it and the water electrocuted him and he died by the flowers

And thne he gets into the PIDW world and the system's like-

[MISSION: GARDEN WORLD.]

[This system has found the perfect world for the host.]

[A world capable of growing your beautiful flowers.]

[Start the infection? Yes | No]

Sy: wtf (clicks no)

[Start the infection? Yes | ///] (system deleted the "no" key)

Sy:

Sy: bitc- (ignores it)

[Infection has started!]

Sy: WHAT

So like, the system starts infecting the surroundings with parasites that look like flowers

It started off with the forest he spawned into, which slowly got overrun with his parasitic flowers (not rly parasjtes but they kinda created a sort of forced symbiosis?)

the flowers havent infected the creatures, atleast not until one of them tried to attack shen yuan- and then out of no where a gigantic sharp root bursted from the ground and pierced through the creature, killing them

A meek yet beautiful flower sprouts from the corpse.

"Holy fucking shit."

Shen yuan thought it was cool and all, like yeah ok its a lil weird but its just some world, and since hes not really harming anything with this he just goes along with it

Until well whatever just happened to the creature that tried to attack him

Others pov:

The demons fled to the nearby forest, being chased by cultivators and stuff

And then they just see the forest being absolutely infested with the same kind of flowers but at first they didnt really care cuz they were about to die

BUT THEN they came across this gorgeous gorgeous man and then uh the cultivators get killed right infront of them (pierced by root)

And theyre saved and yes they worship shen yuan now how could they not

And then bro becomes a local legend

Play with this au however you want lol

system: i'll make the perfect garden for you

Sy: who tf

System: nourish the ground and feed your flowers with the blood and death of creatures

Sy: ....you should be the one doing this job ngl...

System meeting binghe: kill him, his core can strengthen your beautiful flowers!

Sy: bro???????

System: (obsessed w wanting binghe's blood) (its a heavenly demon's blood afterall) (eh its kinda diluted but its ok) MAKE HIM DRIP CRIMSON!

Lbh: ???

Lqg: (the roots have him tangled and stuck in the air) "you..! You filthy demon! Let go of me at once and fight me, you dirty coward!"

Sy: (in awe at the view) holy shit thats hot

System: i question our goals here

Sy: theres no goals to question. If theres a hole theres a goa-

System: can you like stfu

[insomniac4000]

hiiii i was wondering if you could do an enemies to lovers / rivals to lovers sorta fic for harry? love your works !!

Moving on- Harry Lewis

Harold Christopher George Lewis, even his name was pretentious. You hated him, hated his smug smile, hated his lazy attitude, hated his stupid jokes and most of all you hated the fact you were now moving in with him.

“Maybe it won’t be that bad?” Your friend suggested as you helped you place things into boxes.

This was humiliating, your boyfriend cheated on you and now to add insult to injury he was kicking you out of his flat. Sure it was his flat and you had moved in over a year ago but he was the one who did wrong so why did it feel like you were the one being punished for simply being a victim. The worst thing was because you needed a place quickly you didn’t have too much of a choice on where to go. You kept telling yourself this was only temporary, just until you found a more permanent place but the idea of being stuck with him for a couple of months didn’t sit right with you at all.

Harry.

Your cousin suggested it, Josh. He knew that Harry’s housemate and fellow Youtuber Calfreezy had recently moved out of a flat with Harry so there was a spare room there. Josh was the one to ask Harry, you were sure if it was anyone else asking Harry would have told them where to go but because it was lovely Josh Harry agreed. You weren’t too happy about it though but you had no choice, you needed somewhere to live.

“Not so bad? The guy told me to jump off a building!” You reminded your friend Mac. You nodded in understanding out turned to you and looked pensive.

“I mean he was drunk at the time babe. I really don’t think he meant it.” You gave your friend an ‘are you serious’ face.

“I can’t believe you’re defending him,” you replied slamming shut your suitcase. You sighed before getting your phone from your jeans pocket and looking at the time, five eighteen, your ex told you he would be coming back at seven and by then he wanted you gone.

It took an hour to pack up everything and have a little cry. Josh told you he was hiring a van and would be theree at six thirty. At six twenty eight your phone buzzed, it was Josh. Lovely dependable Josh. You and Mac grabbed a box each, not too heavy and made your way down into the lift to the main front door of the building, you rolled your eyes when you saw two figured instead of one, what was he doing here?

“Hey!” Josh smiled and took the box from you, you gave a muted response and opened the door wider, Mac placing the box you was holding down in order to wedge it open.

“That’s a fire hazard,” Harry commented. You looked up at his stupid face, bottom lip protruding as usual.

“Yeah well maybe I want the place to burn to the ground. Or you can stand here and hold the door open while we do the hard graft and bring all the boxes down.” You snapped, this was going to be excruciating and you hadn’t even got to the flat yet.

“Come on guys, let’s just set the stuff down to the van,” Josh suggested and made his way into the building. It took for four of your twenty minutes to get everything into the van. You created a system whereby Mac was bringing things by your flat door, you and Josh ran everything down to the van and Harry would put it in the van ignoring you every time you told him to be careful because there was something fragile inside. After the fifth time you snapped.

“Why are you even here if you’re not going to be useful?” You sighed exacerbated. Harry places his hands on his hips.

“I don’t have to be here at all darling,” he replied his voice dripping with venom. You were about to retaliate but Josh got in there first.

“Come on we’re nearly done.”

You could have sworn you heard Harry mutter something under his breath as you and your cousin walked away but you didn’t want to poke the dragon, he wasn’t worth it.

Everything was bought up to the flat safely, Harry scratching his head as he stared at all the boxes sitting in his hallway. “I have no idea how you’re going to fit all this shit in that room.”

“Well some of it is kitchen and bathroom stuff.”

“There’s a perfectly well stocked kitchen there’s no need to add your crap to it,” Harry whined.

“It’s not crap. It’s a slow cooker, an air fryer. You might stop ordering Nando’s five times a week and get healthier.” You retorted.

“You calling me fat?”

It didn’t get better from there.

Can you not scream at your monitor like it murdered your dog?” You moaned one day bursting into his room.

Harry spun around in his gaming chair, pulling one headphone off. “Sorry, did my job interrupt your mid-afternoon existential crisis?”

“You do realise some people actually sleep before 2 a.m., right?” you snapped, opening the fridge with more force than necessary.

Harry scoffed, spinning back to his stream chat. “Some of us work past 3 a.m. Ever heard of content creation?”

“Oh, please,” you muttered, grabbing a carton of oat milk. “Yelling at videos and games isn’t a job.”

“Tell your cousin that. Why are you even still here? Shouldn’t you be sobbing on someone else’s sofa by now?”

You flinched. It was quick, barely a flicker but he caught it. You were hoping he hadn’t

Harry sighed. Too far.

The next morning, he found your curled on the sofa again, a hoodie sleeve pulled over your hand as you held your phone. Your face was blotchy. Silent tears streamed down, and you didn’t notice him standing awkwardly in the doorway for a few moments as he decided what to do. You had just seen a picture of your ex and the girl he had cheated with, you were flaunting it now. Harry decided the need for tea was greater than the need to avoid human interaction so he went to the  kitchen. You still didn’t notice him, you was too deep in your grief. You was only snapped out from your thoughts when you felt the shadow in front of your, you looked up surprised to see Harry not looking like he wanted to punch your lights out.

“I made tea,” he said, holding out a mug like it was a peace treaty.

You blinked at him, then wiped your face quickly. “Thanks.”

He didn’t say anything about the crying. Just placed the mug on the table and returned to his room.

It was a start, you still made a lot of jabs at each other but you made a conscious decision not to flood his Netflix and hog the sofa. He tried to keep shouting to a minimum after a certain time. You had even ordered a couple of takeaway’s together, you didn’t eat together but it was a start.

One evening, he came back from a gym session soaked from the rain, shaking off his hoodie as he kicked his trainers into the hallway corner. You was in the kitchen, slicing chorizo quietly. The flat smelled like garlic and tomato and he had to admit to himself it smelled good.

He tossed the wet hoodie over the back of a sofa before going to take a shower, when he had re-emerged it was gone.

“Where’s my hoodie?” he asked, looking around the room

“It’s drying up in the bathroom. You left it dripping on the floor like a toddler,” you said without turning around, voice even.

“…Thanks,” he mumbled, his annoyance about it being moved melting.

You nodded once. “There’s pasta if you want it.”

Harry hesitated. “Yeah. Alright.”

You sat in silence at opposite ends of the table, the sound of rain tapping on the windows between them. You didn’t look at him. He didn’t look at you. But when he reached for the salt, you passed it to him before he could ask.

The shouting didn’t stop entirely, he was still Harry but now he wore headphones with better noise-cancelling and tried to keep volume down. And you stopped blasting sad girl playlists in the morning and made coffee instead, make Harry a tea as you did and kept it warm.

He started leaving biscuits next to your tea mug.

You folded his laundry when you did yours.

And he didn’t say anything when you left a Post-it note on his monitor one afternoon:

“Off apartment hunting so hopefully will be out of your hair soon. Glad it’s not been as terrible as I expected though.”

Harry’s heart thumped a little, he wasn’t sure why but thought it was better to ignore it.

You got the flat. As you told him about it he tried to listen. But part of him didn’t want to because then he’d have to tell himself it was happening.

"It's tiny," you said, twirling your phone between your fingers one evening as he sipped your beer on the sofa. "Barely fits a bed, let alone a life."

Harry nodded, not looking up. "Bet you’ll still manage to clutter it with all your candles and matcha powder."

You gave a small smile. “I move in on Friday

“Oh. Right. That’s soon.”

“Yeah. I thought it’d take longer. Guess I got lucky.”

He didn’t reply. You didn’t know what else to say. You said nothing more about it, you filled your boxes back up and both buried your heads in the sand.

On Thursday night, you cooked. It was nothing fancy, just some beef tacos and you and insisted on doing the guacamole “properly,” while he grated cheese too aggressively.

You opened wine. Then tequila. Then more wine. Then more tequila.

It was late when you found themselves on the floor of the living room, backs against the sofa, your legs stretched out and his crossed in front of him.

Your cheeks were flushed. His eyes glassy. The bottle sat between the two of you like a third, very persuasive friend.

“So,” you said, slurring your words, “you’re free of me tomorrow.”

Harry gave a lopsided smile. “Yeah. I get to shout at FIFA in peace again.”

You laughed quietly. “I am going to miss those weird little biscuits you keep putting with my tea.”

“You mean the nice little biscuits,” he corrected.

You hummed. “Maybe. You grew on me.”

Silence hung between the pair of you, heavy and half-drunk.

“I could… help you move,” he offered, not looking at your.

You turned to face him, brow raised. “After what happened last time?” You smirked

“I ‘ll be good this time I promise.”

You leaned your head back against the sofa, eyes closed, smile lingering. “D’you know what’s mad?”

“What?”

“I think I’ll miss this.”

Harry swallowed. “Yeah. Same.”

You turned your head to him slowly, eyes finding his. “Really?”

“Yeah,” he said, voice lower. “You’re… alright. For someone who cried into my cereal and stole my charger every day.”

You laughed again, eyes shiny now, and he realised your hand was close to his on the carpet. Close enough to touch.

You noticed it too. Your fingers curled slightly, brushing his. Neither of you pulled away.

The air shifted.

“I was about to say something stupid,” he said, glancing down.

“Say it,” you whispered.

“I just…” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Kind of wish you weren’t going.”

You blinked, breath catching. “I kind of wish I wasn’t either.”

You were staring at each other now. The way people do when you know something’s about to happen and you’re too tired; or too drunk to stop it. You both leaned in, your lips met. He tasted like lime and tequila and something warmer underneath, something you couldn’t name but had been craving without realising.

When you finally broke apart, their foreheads stayed touching.

“Well,” you breathed, dazed. “That was…”

“Yeah,” he said, his voice husky.

You smiled. “Definitely going to miss that.”

“Oh we’re not done yet.”

[mintgreen-homewrecker]

Because theres some people reblogging my post, begging people to make content that allows Whizzer to embrace the little freak we all, deep inside, know he is and i actually started making a list after posting that

A list of headcanons of Weird Shit Whizzer Does:

Whizzer will drink tea in phases 

he will get a new tea and only drink that one for an indeterminate period of time 

could be a few days, could be nine months 

When they were first dating whizzer was on a streak with a specific tea

Marvin was convinced it was his all time favorite and bought like 5 boxes 

Then Whizzer just stopped drinking it and started drinking another one, that one lasted about a month 

After the 5th tea Marvin gave up stocking up on Whizzer’s “favorite” tea bc he already had about 8 unopened boxes of teabags of different kinds of tea he literally never drank again  

Meanwhile the opened ones just sit collecting dust 

When Whizzer watches baseball he gets so absorbed he forgets other shit he was doing 

This led to a new house rule in the form of a note on the wall above the stove:

No food on the stove or in the oven during a baseball game. I WILL turn it off and leave it there. I love you - Marvin 

Whizzer wanted to prove him wrong so he started making something before the next baseball game

the following morning he discovered whatever it was that he was making, moved off the stove top with the stove turned off - he did forget

occasionally he will still try to prove that "Marv, this time I won't. Seriously. Stop looking at me like that."

Whizzer is constantly buying exotic new condoms to try out 

At least one landed each of them in the ER bc of an allergy they didn’t know they had 

Every time they ended up there Whizzer, without fail, says “Well, now we know.” 

Meanwhile Marvin - usually the one to try them first because Whizzer is very convincing (in this regard to literally only Marvin) - will sit there with a rash and cursing himself for going along with it

Whizzer is athletic but NOT flexible

They found out the hard way 

Whizzer will try and fail to prove his mediocre flexibility 

Marvin continuously has to try and stop him from discolating something

When doing a foldover stretch he just kind of gets stuck mid-way and blames it on his legs being too long; but that doesn't mean he won't try; sometimes Marvin would randomly catch him trying to get all the way down and will tease him about it until they have sex - after that he started doing it on purpose

When he’s mad he will put any and everything out of Marvin’s reach

Everything and i mean EVERYTHING

If Marvin really fucks up that includes their stash of toilet paper

in the healthy iteration he will still do it but he got Marvin a step stool

Whizzer will say he loves French music but he could not name even one song

If someone asks him what his favorite song is, he either changes the subject or makes up something that sounds vaguely French and hopes the person he is talking to will buy it

Marvin actually believed him until Charlotte had a friend from France visit for a week

Marvin refuses to let him live it down - mostly because Whizzer will resort to sex to distract him; Whizzer is fully aware that Marvin is doing it for precisely that reason and just goes along with it

Whizzer will rearrange Marvin’s socks to mess with him

Because (of course) Marvin has a system for his socks and Whizzer knows how said Sock System works, Whizzer will find the most obtuse and convoluted way to mess with the sock system in ways that aren't immediately obvious

feel free to add your own headcanons

[forsaken-headcanons]

Adding onto my girl parrent 1x hc

1x did not choose to be pr3ttypriincess's mom, the specter simply decided he'd be the one stuck doing all the child rearing since the other killers that were present at the time of the coloured children's arrival weren't fit for the job

(John Dœ being corrupt and allat + im pretty sure Jason is the one from that one roblox game that i cant for the life of me remember the name of and i think of that guy as a freak expirament that is mentally unwell and not fit to raise kids also i think of him as like a teen cuz thats just the vibes i get when i see him next to the actual Jason Voorhees)

Now for her relationship with the trio of troublemakers and some pr3ttypriincess hc

Starting with pr3ttypriincess, she's an orphan that grew up in a large orphanage until eventually getting bounced around in the care system never really staying in a foster home for long before being moved to the next one, the foster parent's she was with before being forsakened had planned to adopt her and had been the ones to give her Gandalf (her gubby)

due to how she was raised she struggles a lot with trusting others and with attachment issues along with behavioral issues, she also shows signs of PTSD

1x's relationship with pr3ttypriincess started off rocky to say the least, pr3ttypriincess acted like any traumatized child faced with a situation that triggered her trauma (emotional outburst, physical reactions and so on) her reaction being more on the aggressive side

1x wasn't equipped to deal with a traumatized child nor did she at the time even want to but he was the one that ended up doing it begrudgingly seeing as nobody else there could even take care of children

With the Specter surprisingly enough providing books on childcare for traumatized children it ended up being somewhat doable not to say there weren't plenty of setbacks but eventually they started getting along and forming a vaguely familial bond

Eventually pr3ttypriincess would start calling 1x mom (theres no reason for it to be mom specifically i just felt like it) for a while 1x would deny being her parent but eventually he gave up on getting her to stop

Anyway onto the other kids

C00lkid thinks of 1x like some sort of aunt (i say aunt cuz hes already got Noli as an uncle)

Bluudud thinks of 1x more like an older sibling thats a lot older than him and therefore calls her 1x or sis/sib/bro, and 1x eventually just gave up on trynna stop him

(that's it for now cuz its in the middle of the night and i spent my few remaining braincells researching for my pr3ttypriincess hc)

Older sibling/Parental figure 1x to the kids in my heart forever. Poor pr3tty on that first part though augh :(

[gabbrofan27]

I don’t think enough about the other travelers in the system. Yea we got the hatchling, and of course we’ve got gabbro. But who the hell is chert? Riebeck is an Australian name but I thought that didnt exist in this system? Fuckspar? Anyways:

Riebeck is actually really musically talented. Like, they’re great at their banjo sure, but they can pick up just about anyone’s instrument and get a good sound out of it if you give them 5 mins. The consistency with which they’re able to do this got them recognition all over the village. And of course, their extra finger comes in reeeeal handy (ha) with those instruments. Thude’s inventing chords and musical scales nobody’s ever heard before. They didn’t think the Nomai were all that interesting until the day Gabbro floated the thought about Nomai music their way, and something kinda clicked for them. Now they’re out in the stars looking for surviving records of music, transcripts, or, by the stars, an actual instrument. So what if they’re too scared to move right now? All that history’s been there for all of, well, history, it’s not like anything’s going anywhere anytime soon…

chert isn’t just good at reading the stars, they’re extremely observant, able to read even the most closed off hearthian. They’re a great people person, always lending an ear to a struggling hearthian (or keeping one out to listen in on others). Slate throwing wrenches in the tool shed? Chert knows they’re frustrated with themself, and not just anything in general. Someone having a bad day? They’re in the vicinity so why not lend an ear? The hatchling throwing Gabbro looks across the village, and Gabbro returning them? Well, I guess it doesn’t take much observation to tell what’s going on, but you get the idea. However, they can never really give good advice. Theres always so much to think about when someone asks for help, they get flustered trying to organize their thoughts. They also deeply wish that people were more consistent, like the stars above, always there in the night sky, always and forever… right?

feldspar can’t bear the thought of the attention, the sympathy, the emotions, from their fellow hearthians if they were to ever get home. All the faces, all the tears, the talking-to’s they’ll get for the rest of their life. the grounding, the healing, the looks they’ll get for the rest of eternity. They hate the very thought of it to their core. So much so, that it isn’t right to say that they’re stuck in dark bramble, unable to get out. Or, at least, they’re unable now. The hatchling still isn’t sure if they got here by accident or not, whether they meant to crash. But what they are sure of, is that the damage inside their ship, doesn’t match the damage on the outside, whatsoever. That kind of damage to the ship’s controls doesn’t result from a hearthian getting smashed into the console on impact. There is no possible way that the radio and telemetry modules just got removed from their places, and busted to pieces, from the crash. How the hell did the piping from the reactor end up lodged into the reactor itself, and why are they bent at such weird angles. No. The outside happened, but the inside was caused

[enid-rhees]

the bassist // cho hyunju x kim youngmi

disclaimers: squid game doesn’t exist here, so this is sort of an alternate universe fic :)

Hyunju doesn’t go out much. at all, really. but today, she was feeling a little different. a few nights ago when she was walking back to her apartment, there was a flyer attached to the buildings front door.

there was a show happening tonight at the bar not too far from her, around 5 bands would be playing throughout the night. Hyunju argued with herself for a while, contemplating on going or staying in yet again. it took 30 minutes, but she finally decided on going.

now it was time to do the same thing in her closet. she had so many outfits she had yet to try on, some she wasn’t quite ready to wear out in public yet.

her eyes were stuck on a black skirt today. it’s been sitting there for a while, the tag still on it. she pulls it off the rack and turns around to face her mirror, holding it up against her waist. she does a few turns in the mirror, sticking her leg out in a pose, one more turn, and she decides to wear it.

she opens the dresser that’s just on the outside of her closet. there’s multiple piles of neatly folded shirts inside, and her hands reach for one that’s on top of a pile. it’s a graphic tee, with Nirvana’s logo on front.

Hyunju sits on her bed with the outfit in her hands. she contemplates again, wondering if this is all a mistake and she shouldn’t go at all. what if no one wanted to talk to her? she can’t handle the thought of being humiliated anywhere. but it wouldn’t hurt to at least have a drink somewhere, she doesn’t drink often, but maybe if she had only one in her system, it would relieve the stress she had now.

she puts the outfit on, and stares at the mirror. it felt like something was missing, so she tried a black denim jacket over the shirt. she felt satisfied with it, she felt pretty. really pretty. she smiles at herself in the mirror, doing one more spin to see her own fit.

she feels ready to go now. she’s… a little excited, actually.

Hyunju grabs her purse and keys, and she’s out of her apartment. she rides an elevator down to the first floor and happily leaves the apartment complex. a breeze flows past her, it’s such a nice day out. Hyunju doesn’t regret this already.

the bar isn’t too far from her house, she only has to walk a couple of blocks to reach the building. there’s a line to get in, of course. there always is. she finds the back of the line and stays on her phone until she’s finally at the front.

the bouncer asks for her ID, and she ignores the way he looks at her as she takes it back, shoving past him to get inside. she can hear the music pounding before she’s even in.

there’s a good amount people inside. people are dancing all over on the floor while one of the bands play, and there’s not too many people at the bar yet. she takes a seat, and it only takes a few seconds for a bartender to appear in front of her. “anything i can start you off with for the night?”

Hyunju hesitates, “shot of vodka.” she speaks quietly. the bartender nods and flips out a shot glass from below him. he grabs a large glass bottle and fills the glass, sliding it over to Hyunju. she doesn’t drink it right away, instead, her fingers just hover over it. if anything were to get her to put herself out there, it would be liquid courage.

she takes the glass and swings her head back as she downs it, wincing as she swallows. despite it only being one shot, it was still enough for her to start feeling a buzz only minutes later. she felt energetic almost, adrenaline starting to flow through her. she puts the glass down with a bit of a thump to it and stands up, walking towards the crowd of people.

the previous band had just finished, and the next one was about to start. some people left the crowd to get drinks or leave the bar entirely, allowing Hyunju to get closer to the stage. the band members get into their places and the lights flash on just as the music starts. theres 4 people, a lead singer, a guitarist, the drummer, and the bassist.

Hyunju’s eyes observe each member intently. the lead singer has a great voice, the drummer was surely going to break those drums, the guitarist was full of energy, and the bassist-

time stops. Hyunju is frozen at the sight of the girl in front of her. she’s enamored, captivated. she can’t take her eyes off the way her fingers move across the thick strings of the bass. the way her body slightly sways along with the music. everything about this girl is just so… beautiful.

she’s wearing big cargo shorts with a loose band shirt on, one Hyunju has never heard of.

Hyunju doesn’t even register the music anymore, she’s become entranced entirely by this girl. she can only watch her. the girl suddenly looks right back at her, and Hyunju swears her heart actually stops. it wasn’t the alcohol anymore that was making her feel this way. all Hyunju can do is muster a smile at her, and the girl gets flustered, looking down as she smiles as well.

she doesn’t really believe this is happening. this feels like a dream. this is not real. it can’t be. there’s no way this girl could ever be into her, she thinks. she’s so much cooler than her, piercings lining her ears, and scattered tattoos on her arms. the longer Hyunju looked, the more beautiful she got. she needed to look away, but she just couldn’t.

the song ends, and the clapping from other people is what finally breaks Hyunju out of her trance. the lead singer starts to talk, thanking everyone for being here to listen to them. she introduces each of her band members, and that’s how Hyunju learns the bassists name. Youngmi.

they have two songs left, and they don’t waste time starting the second one. there’s still multiple bands left, so Hyunju assumes they’re on a strict schedule.

with this song, Hyunju feels herself beginning to move along with the song, her head bobbing and hips swaying slightly.

she catches the eye of Youngmi once more, who smiles at Hyunju when she notices she’s liking the song. the slightest bit of confidence courses through Youngmi, and she winks at her. it’s a subtle move, only for her and Hyunju to notice. red creeps up onto Hyunju’s face, unsure how to react. did she hallucinate that?

Youngmi’s eyes are on her the rest of the song, making Hyunju go crazy. she’s not sure if this is all really happening, or if the crazy lights are making her see things. out of all things that could have happened tonight, she expected this the least. it felt amazing in a way, though.

the song ends, and the third and final song begins. the wind nearly gets knocked out of Hyunju when Youngmi joins the lead singer to sing the song. she has a soft, yet beautiful voice. it blends together perfectly with her band mate, creating a beautiful harmony. this song is easily Hyunju’s favorite out of the three.

a couple that was standing in front of Hyunju leaves, letting her get even closer to the stage. Youngmi notices right away, her smile widening when Hyunju was now almost right in front of her. she gets a better look at all of Hyunju’s features. the blush on her cheeks, the subtle pink eyeshadow on her lids. she’s really pretty. Youngmi nearly forgets to play the chords, her fingers go off their rhythm, but she brings it right back.

it’s hard not to lose focus when she’s staring up at her like that. the skirt she’s wearing, she just looks too good, it’s not Youngmi’s fault that there’s a beautiful woman distracting her like this. Youngmi hopes that she won’t leave when the song ends. she needs to at least know her name by the end of the night.

the song continues, Hyunju is still moving in the crowd, and Youngmi brings her lips to the mic to sing along during the chorus again. she’s never been much of a singer, but she agreed to be a part of just this one song. Youngmi isn’t fully confident in her voice, but when she sees the way Hyunju smiles when she sings, she can’t help but feel the sudden rushes of adrenaline, and sing like she has been for years.

cheers and claps erupt from the crowd when the final songs ends. the lights go out, Hyunju can’t see Youngmi anymore, and Youngmi can’t see her.

Hyunju decides to sit back down at the bar when the band is off stage. she asks for the same; another shot of vodka. the effects of the first one burned off. she downs it and slams the glass down, shivering when it sent chills down her spine. she would probably never get used to that feeling.

before the bartender could ask if she wants another, Hyunju feels a tap on her shoulder. she turns around, eyes widening at the girl in front of her. it’s Youngmi, the bassist. “hi.” Youngmi smiles nervously, fumbling with her fingers. she takes a seat next to Hyunju, shaking her head at the bartender when he tries to approach her this time.

“hi,” Hyunju finally responds back. “Hyunju, by the way, and you uh- you were great up there.” she compliments Youngmi, who looks down to avoid Hyunju seeing her blush. “thank you, Hyunju. although, it was a little hard to focus.” she says. “i never had such a pretty woman in front of me at one of our gigs like that.”

Hyunju is taken aback almost, in a good way. “me?” she asks, and Youngmi giggles. “yes, you. who else?” Hyunju shrugs, “literally anyone else in here.” she states, and Youngmi shakes her head. “i’ve performed at this bar hundreds of times, and no one has ever caught my eye like you did.”

she doesn’t know how to respond to that, no one has ever said anything along those lines to her, ever. “i want to get to know you, Hyunju.” Youngmi speaks again, worriedly looking between her eyes when Hyunju doesn’t respond right away.

“me too,” she agrees. Youngmi smiles, eyes now flickering to Hyunju’s lips. they’re a pretty shade of pink, sparkling gloss coating them as well. “would you wanna get out of here, then? maybe we can… go to my place?” Youngmi offers, biting her lip nervously.

Hyunju’s brain shortwires. Youngmi invited her back to her place. where no one else would be, no drunk people, loud music blaring with the same drunken people dancing all over. it would just be them.

“yeah.” Hyunju responds.

“yeah?” Youngmi repeats, and the way she does drives Hyunju a little crazy. her hand finds Hyunju’s, “let’s go then.” she smiles, taking Hyunju’s hand as they walk out of the bar together, both of them not knowing how this night is going to end.

[baggidude]

If persona 6 is gonna be about nostalgia or how you shouldnt be stuck in the past to move foward like some people theorize than i feel that they should have the game be different from the past 3 games.

Like i mean that if they make it have a completely different feel from the other entries than that would fit well with its themes of accepting change.

Things like:

You play as a set of twins.

Characters start off as a minor arcana than either slowly or at the end of their social link they change to a major arcana

Their arcana starts upsidedown than with your help it turn rightside up

Each character has 3 minor arcana like a reading that tells how their life will go if they cant move foward than at the end they combine into a major one, maybe it could even be they start with one and as they start discovering stuff more minor cards get added until they combine at the end

Have the mascot character have something different or even dont have a mascot at all

Party members have arcanas that havent been used for party members before

Maybe switch up the one more system

Have it take place in a college or something

Make the lovers arcana character like someone who isnt the main character

Have Igor not be there for some reason until story reason (maybe even just Igor decided to retire)

Im just throwing ideas at the wall but what im saying is that it should be changed enough where its still obviously a Persona game but its so different where anyone who has nostalgia for the series feels like theres something off.

[trueshredguitar]

Flash fiction inspired by Thundercracker's absence in Earthspark. Excerpt below.

To: TC602-8204 Message draft: Unnamed CHRONOMARK 30:28:00:12 hi babe so like i said in my last comm Nova Storm got SUUUUUPER bitchy yesterday when i told her she couldn’t hold a diode to Acid’s top speed so im gonna need you to clock theirs and get back to me when you can so i can tell her she’s crazy that she won’t even give her own trinemate teh win here. cuz like she’s the one that flew wth them not me but even I know nova’s slower’n a no-wheeler bike the upd8 to that is shes withholding the black paint until i apologize. like the slag temp paint, yeaa, but still this is the stuff that goes on my face and i gotta keep pretty if im stuck on wet suckball #302837 while megatron gets 1) whatever the Pit he needs to get out of his systems out of his systems 2) his backstrut blown out. i am NOYTTTT going to be less put together than fraggin FRENZYYYY. plus ever since the gr8 starscream escape hes been letting me leave black paint marks on him which is cute. i dare say he missed me!! so im gonna take advantage of tbat as much as i can obviii anyways point is nova’s dumb as fuckkkkkk and is trying to hide the container. like WHOOO do you think i am. she keeps forgotting theres literally nothing anyone can keep out of my hands|

Skywarp paused the pouring out of glyphs and bit her glossa. The cursor blinked at her in the soft purple of her HUD’s UI inquisitively.

How are you going to finish this falsehood?, it asked.

theres literally nothing anyone can keep out of my hands for long|

She sent it in a hurried rush of a command, before it felt any more like an unfounded boast.

Read the rest on AO3.

[underappreciated-characters]

It’s Not Worth It

Pairing: Jason Todd x Trauma Tags: Angst, Trauma, Triggering content, Suicidal ideation, alcoholism, PTSD Summary: Briefly delving into what I think Jason’s nights look like Misc: A Drabble, not edited at all, A/N: I will in fact be expanding on this because god knows I have so much to say about him I just needed to get this out of my system

They say that recovery isn’t linear, but sometimes Jay feels like he’s going in a god damned circle.

The days aren’t great. When he’s not rotting in bed he knows that it’s following him. So he doesn’t blame his friends and family for the looks. For expecting him to snap at any moment.

Because he does.

Theres no real pattern as to when it happens. Sometimes there’s no real pattern as what sets him off. Nails on a chalkboard in some 80s movie, a firework, metal hitting concrete, unexpected physical affection, a laugh.

A smile.

It sets him off. Jason loses his shit on anyone and everyone around him. He yells and throws things, destroys furniture and gear. He destroys the progress he builds.

Then he leaves.

He disappears for days, weeks, months at a time. The only sign of him is the sporadic spikes of violently beaten and battered pimps and drug dealers around the city.

-

He can never tell if the nights get worse after an episode, they all start to bleed together.

A trash can earns a permanent place on the side of the bed for the nights the nausea keeps him from making it to the bathroom. A bottle of whatever liquor was cheapest lives on his nightstand. Why buy anything good when he’s going to down the whole bottle until he passes out anyway?

On the nights drinking doesn’t help he sits with his back all the way to his headboard, eyes wide as he sits with his knees clutched to his chest.

And suddenly he’s that child again. Not the boy wonder, but the child who sat by his mothers side in his childhood home. The one who watched her breathing, dreading the moment the moment it would stop.

He sits alone in a bedroom stuck in the past, chin on his knees as he stares ahead. The shadows whisper to him and the laugh that haunts him echoes in the darkness. He waits to be taken again, killed.

Jason isn’t religious but he prays he stays dead this time.

[the-s1lly-corner]

TADC cast x supportive!reader (platonic)

except its hyper specific and applies to my oc specifically because i need a little pick me up today reader is like the circus members anchor as well as a generally serving as a support system and has been in the circus for a while. havent decided on how long but definitely getting close to kinger in terms of how long theyve been stuck. kind of gives off dad energy have not shared the oc here on this blog but i have shared them elsewhere, wont say where because im embarrassed </3 this was originally gonna be a ship chart dynamic but im too tired to draw everyone plus this feels more fun using 'you/your' pronouns for the reader even though its an oc so you guys can at least like, insert yourself REMINDER requests are closed, this is a personal request from myself. any requests sent now will not be answered even after they reopen. please respect that and understand that requests are closed

CAINE:

saved caine for last (yes i know hes the first one in the list hush i dont actually write these in order) i think you and him would have friendly back and forth banter. youve accepted your place in the digital circus long ago so you dont see much point in trying to interrogate him for information on a possible exit. and sure, i dont know if caine can abstract, but i think he enjoys the conversations between the two of you... that said, given how accepting you are with everything as well as having a "roll with it" outlook on the digital world, he probably uses you as plot stuff and props for IHA; be it as a false hostage or as a means to progress the adventure... definitely has a soft spot for you, i think... jax and bubble have a dark bet on when you will finally abstract/j

RAGATHA:

ah yes the optimistic duo, the hopeful pals, the sillies. you two are probably the main reason why everyone else is... mostly... fine, i mean i think having someone be so friendly and open cane make things a little easier for other people. as well as this you two mutually lean on each other for support and uplift one another when things get tough. i mention it in kingers part, but you too are also afraid of bugs but you would help ragatha clear her room of centipedes in a heartbeat, even going as far as to collect them with your bare hands.. so uh... take that as a testament to yalls friendship

JAX:

now im a little stumped on this one because i really dont think the "reader" would be buddy buddy with jax... or maybe they would be... hmm.. on one hand i can see them scolding him for pushing his pranks 'too far' (ex. the ragatha centipede thing, assuming he actually did it), but i can also see a "supportive figure and rebellious kid" dynamic. except jax isnt a kid but you are old enough be his dad, probably.. i think ill just leave that here since i dont have any other ideas

POMNI:

youve been here for a while, so i think naturally pomni would gravitate towards you in order for possible solutions and escape routes, perhaps she would approach kinger, too... but this isnt about kinger </3. fine line between outright shattering their hope but also instilling it, neither are great options... one can lead to despair and the other to obsession; both will lead to abstraction... but theres also the fact none of your past attempts at escape had been successful, nor did you ever find any leads. as for actual potential friendship i think you would take the same route as ragatha in the pilot; show her around and explain things to her in a fairly digestible way. as well as this you tend to gravitate towards her during her first IHA until she gets the hang of them; typically making sure she doesnt get lost or hurt, as well as giving her pointers that could help with the task at hand

KINGER:

writing kinger first, you guys are like the dads of the circus. you more so because you still have a decent hold of yourself. you were there when queener/queenie abstracted, and you were there for kinger during the still on going grieving process. as for actually friendship ideas, you two just sit and talk to one another. thats it, really. i could go on about all the things you two do together, and i probably would since kinger is my favorite and this post is literally about my oc... but i truly dont see these two getting up to anything insane outside of IHA. kinger needs someone to help him fill the silence, and you would be there. and vice versa, i think... bonus, you dont like bugs but you still grin and bare it while listening to kinger rattle on about his cool bug facts... i think that would be nice..

ZOOBLE:

optimistic dad who likes fishing and moody teen who bullies kids on roblox. thats literally the dynamic, except again, zooble is an adult and the reader has no kids... but hey its the same energy. tries to get zooble to engage with IHA but not in a pushy way but more in like... an inviting them to pair with them for comfort and security kind of way. sure you understand that they dont like them because theyre just so over everything but you want them to be included, especially since the IHA are meant to stimulate your minds and keep you guys grounded

GANGLE:

honestly i think you just adopt half of the cast at this point, the only people who arent your kids are ragatha caine and kinger... everyone else gets passed around in split custody/j now onto gangle, you probably try to give her peptalks to make her feel better as well as fixing her comedy mask anytime it breaks. as well as this i think you and her sit down and do arts n crafts together, perhaps even making new masks altogether... i like to think gangle hears a few... things about the others and knows things since shes so quiet and in the background so theres definitely some 'gossip' between the two of you... but not in a shit talking way, no i dont think either of you are like that, rather more so just talking about the others

BONUS STUFF:

you call gangle, zooble, jax, and pomni generic 'dad nicknames' so like. think sport, champ, bud, pal. stuff like that, with varying reactions... i think gangle wouldnt fight it and actually appreciates it. zooble scoffs and rolls their eyes, jax plays into it while loudly and obnoxiously calling you dad. (whenever you ask him to do something he loudly goes like "okay DAAAAAAD" before likely not doing the thing that was asked of him), pomni is just confused really since shes not all that used to it. huh. guess youre a dad of 4 now

you and ragatha tend to clean up after the others, leaving you two alone and you guys just. talk as you clean. probably do impressions of the others in a really comical and dramatic as well as exchanging stories

you and kinger hunt for new pillows to add to his fort. you try to coax him into stepping out of the tent and explore the grounds, so far you're unsuccessful

touching on the gossip thing from gangles part caine probably tries to ask you for some "juicy drama" about the others. who is having issues with her, whos crushing on who, stuff like that... i think caine would try to play matchmaker if there actually is someone who has a crush on someone else... this goes for the current cast as well as those who have come and gone from the digital circus (cough cough abstracted)

[banesberry-anomoly]

skyfire thoughts??? 👀👀

My biggest one is def my plural headcanons which Ive talked about here, I dont think Ive talked about whos in the system though. I also have thoughts about giving Skyjet (their sys name) an outlier

Heres a loose timeline of when diff headmates came around:

Skyfire - 'the first'

Short-Circuit - wayy pre academy

Skybleu - pre academy

"The Hunger" - right around joining academy

Markshot - early academy

Ulchtar - during travels

Frostburn - while actively stuck in ice

Jetfire - fragmented while in ice, finished forming after 'revival'. Is the primary host until Skyfire comes out of dormacy, in which they share host responsibilities

Jetliner - post revival

Skyfire2/Rainfire - post revival before Skyfire comes out of dormacy

Sg/Fracture - after Skyfire comes out of dormancy, multiversal shit threw a completely different version of Jetfire into their system

Butch - after joining autobots

Skyfire, Skybleu, "The Hunger", Frostburn, Jetfire, and Rainfire are all brainmade/prosecermade. Short-Circut is a factive of a (non canon) Cybertronian singer similar to Ayesha Erotica. Markshot and Jetliner are both fictives from a (non canon) Cybertronian show. Ulchtar is a factive of Ulchtar/Starscream, a bit obvious, and how she acted when they were both at the academy and when they were traveling. Fracture is just Shattered Glass Jetfire thrown into the system due to people fucking around with timeline. Butch is also brainmade/procesermade except shes a human instead of a Cybertronian.

I imagine their headspace/helmspace looks a bit like a large ship similar to that of a titan.

As for outlier talk, I think a lot about some mechs having latent outliers that just dont show themselves until something that pushes them to be needed happens, like how we dont know that Starscream has an immortal spark until she 'dies'. So for Skyjet, I imagine them having some form of hydrokinesis and temp control (with both the water and their own frame). Think h2o mermaids but without the turning into a mermaid thing.

Also add in the whole 'water holds memories' thing that Frozen 2 did, and you have a pretty good way they were able to be revived. They pushed all their memories out into the ice around them right before they offlined, and then when Starscream revived him, they slowly regained them whenever they were in water, especially when returning to where they were frozen in the ice. Frostburn has the best control over it due to forming when they were actually in the ice, but they all have various ways they use it

I also do think we need more content, whether official or fanmade, that explores Skyfire, especially outside of the SkyStar dynamic. Dont get me wrong Im a HUGE SkyStar shipper, love it to death but Skyfire should also get some time to shine solo, theres so little solo Skyfire content