#though if it malfunctions it would be funny tho

[kaythefloppa]

I'm not over this bc imagine if in the Chimpanzee and Me, Chris is the one to invent the Chimpanzee Disc for the Creature Power Suit.

[moondirti]

animalic (4)

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pairing: miguel o'hara x f!reader rating: mature word count: 2.5k summary: things don't go according to plan warnings: enemies to lovers, light bondage, sexual tension, arousal, choking, canon-typical violence, dub-con elements, paralysis, suicidal ideation, self-hatred, angst, miguel o'hara is not nice, no use of y/n notes: y'all. i promise we are getting somewhere. i promise. lmk what you think tho cuz i thrive off comments

“Lyla?”

While you’re – regrettably – unable to make good on your promise to phase through the floor, you catch yourself hoping it splits to swallow you whole instead. It certainly would be a better alternative to the purgatory you currently face. 

“Lyla? Come in, Lyla.” 

Feeble rays of light filter in through the weathered windows, their reach slowly growing as night surrenders to the wakings of dawn. Variegated motes bob lazily, suspended upon the streams of sun, quivering back and forth between a range of countless colours. Paralysed and splayed atop the frigid, hard ground of the empty store-lot, you try counting them all for lack of anything else to do. Pink, green, orange, gold. You wonder what force chooses the order, whether it’s sequenced to fit some plan of high design. 

“¡Ay, coño–”

Slowly, you let yourself scrutinise other things, too. The scent of neglect that permeates the stale air, particularly pungent around the entryway. You trace the yellow-brown mass that runs along the door’s hinge edge, and attribute the vaguely muddy smell to rot. Then, it’s the glint of shattered glass, winking at you from lost corner’s of the room. They look narrow, far too inconvenient to clean out with a standard broom. You revel in the understanding that whoever had been in charge of scouring the wreckage appears to share your habit of quick quitting.

It’s only when your vision begins to water do you divert your attention to the situation at hand. Last you needed to blink, it took half a minute for the command to register, and even longer for the motor neurons in your eyelids to act. By the time you eventually got them closed, you’d already started contemplating whether his venom would be the death of you. 

(Lame end to a lame life.)

It didn’t take a genius to figure out, though. You know that, if he wanted to, he could’ve kept imbuing you with the substance until your body was no longer able to perform the basic mechanisms necessary to sustain life. He could have kept his fangs lodged deep into your neck – encroached upon your stuttering veins, bathing in the ichor that flowed – until he felt you go limp, concentrated with his poison. It would have been a denouement to his problems – right there, easy, sandwiched between him and the wall – but it wasn’t. Because he didn’t. 

Just like he didn’t let you plummet to your death that day at the quarry, or strangle you while you were unconscious back at HQ. 

So, no. It doesn’t take a genius to acknowledge that Miguel O’Hara doesn’t want you dead. As he fiddles with his malfunctioning watch, you endeavour to come up with a divisive list as to why that is. 

One: you’ve charmed him. The notion is almost funny enough to elicit a snort, given that you weren’t cast in an immovable anathema.

Two: he’s a good guy. Somehow, this option seems less viable to you than the first. 

You find your third prospect slinging from the threads of a fraying memory. 

You’d been a student, before – attending college at a reputable institute close to home. It’s easy to forget what it was like most nights: cramped in that two hundred square foot dorm, borderline losing it as you tried to validate your claims on matter-antimatter rockets and their potential contribution to interstellar travel. There were concerns of total annihilation, and sourcing, and an array of other limitations – that which you’d dedicated your academic career to drawing up proposals for. It’s laughable now; the stress and theories blurring together to form a vague picture of your long-lost ambition. 

You have a hard time conjuring what exact future you were so hopeful for, but the lamp by your roommate’s bed remains clear in your mind’s eye. Warm-white, comforting. For as long as you were awake, tapping away at a never-ending thesis, she’d work through the latest volume of her beloved murder mystery anthology. 

It was the night before your start at an internship with Alchemax that the series came to a close. Her aggravated screams still ring fresh behind the clouded pane of time. You had thrown your pillow at her in a belligerent plea.

(You wanna elaborate?

The suspect behind every case was shot!

So? Isn’t that a good thing?

No, dumbass. It means the detectives fucking lost! They’ll never be able to prove how right they were.)

Admittedly, you know very little about Miguel, but you have an idea of what matters most to him. It’s entirely possible, then, that he refuses to kill you for what your death would do to negate his efforts thus far. 

“Oye,” 

Your mental traipse is reeled in when the devil himself snaps at you. Steadily, your pupils roll up to look at him. 

“I need your day pass.” 

You continue to stare. His jaw clenches. 

“Because of your little headbutt outside, my watch is busted. My only hope of fixing it is by using the parts of your day pass.” 

Is he asking? Does he expect you to respond? 

You can’t fool yourself into believing he’s that ignorant. 

But Miguel stays on standby, scanning your lax form. He takes in the webs that wrap around your waist, branching out to your thighs and shoulders, restraining your arms behind your back. When his eyes meet yours again, the reluctant question you see glaze over them pushes the recognition to the forefront of your mind. 

He is asking. 

Or, notifying – making sure you’re aware of what he’s about to do. 

God, you wish you could speak. You’ve never come up with so much to say without promptly blurting it out before. Irritation and amusement rip at one another within you, locked in a brutal dogfight fated to have no real winner. How hypocritical of him to pick and choose when your treatment takes priority over his mission; you’re littered in marks that all point to his prior negligence of such subtle humanity. Four stabs above your wrist, a pounding migraine at your temple. If it weren’t for your paralysed stomach, you’re certain you would have regurgitated your innards as consequence to the concussion he’s given you.  

But, oh. 

How funny would it be if you agreed. To let him discover the harrowing truth for himself. 

Deliberately, you muster an affirming blink.

Miguel's weariness escapes him in a heavy sigh, the weight of it etched upon his expression. Thick brows furrow, evidence to his age creasing between them, before he sinks down with a purposeful grace and carefully flips you over. Despite the resentment that festers in your gut, you can’t help but hiss a mental sigh of relief at the service it does to your elbows, which had begun throbbing in response to the pressure that the hardwood floor exerted.

From that point onward, it becomes a guessing game of sorts; you can’t see him, nor are you able to tilt your head and confirm your assumptions as to what he’s doing. Deprived of your most reliable sense, the others strain to fill the gaps in your knowledge, drawing upon every available cue; the sound of his miniscule grunts, the warmth of his skin – that which penetrates through his gloves. You’re alarmed into attempted action when the characteristic rip of his claws equipping pierces the strained air – your body powerless in addressing the adrenaline it secretes – until the spider-man touches his forefinger to your palm.

“Relax.” He all but commands. “I’m just cutting the webs off.” 

You’ve no reason to trust him, of course, but you can’t exactly pitch a complaint right now. 

(Perhaps it’s in your best interests to ignore how easy he’d been able to read you.)

A few moments of jostling ensue, before he withdraws with a curse. Your arms remain ensnared in the tight restraints, the ache that smarts your skin all too real for the continued predicament to be illusory. An assortment of jokes occur to you. 

Can’t get it up? 

In your peripheral, you catch him weighing his options. The pause is laden with a sticky indecision – this change in placement, you realise, exacerbates the already difficult task of breathing for you. 

While you fixate on that fact, he seems to come to a conclusion. With one swift manoeuvre, he positions himself astride your thighs, straddling the deadened extremities, and reaches forward to push your wrists apart. You’re quick to catch on to his intention, how the arrangement gives him better leverage, yet–

His groyne presses into the swell of your ass, worsening with every bid to sever the webbing. It’s impossible not to notice, especially not when the seam of your jeans start to shift in tandem, smoothing over your clothed core.  It’s not exactly ecstasy, far from it — no rainbow blooms, tingling gold from your toes to your nose – but it’s been ages since you were last roused like this. Enough for it to feel brand new, a wrapped curse in a prim little bow, eager for all that you shouldn’t be. 

And… Christ– 

And then he unfastens the lines around your arms, and runs his hands up your skin. It’s not gentle, nor is it brutish, but you can feel his desperation escalating. His touches grow progressively antagonistic, kneading your palms up to your shoulders, patting down to the shallow pockets of your pants. You’re searched like you hold the key to his success – you suppose that, in some oddly comical way, you do. And it should be upsetting, blasphemous. 

But you’re no sacred thing. You’d laid down that possibility a long time ago. 

No. You’re foul, questionable at your best, and erupt into goosebumps over the ruthless grip of a man who hates your very soul. You’re a deeply detestable spirit, truly, but a detestable spirit who has just managed to get one up on Miguel O’Hara. 

He throws you back around, wrapping his hands around your throat. His snarl is primal, maturated in acrid anger. 

“Where is it?” 

You’re sure that, in some alternate reality, your face is stretched in a shit-eating grin. 

“Where’s the fucking day pass?” 

Your satisfaction is short-lived. 

You’ve never been one to notably detest humiliation. It’s productive – healthy, even – in smaller doses; a fitting consequence for those who you deem deserve it. Yet, as you find yourself unceremoniously hoisted over Miguel’s shoulder, forced into a meandering parade through the streets of New York, you breach into uncharted territory – a threshold where your tolerance encounters its breaking point. 

He makes no effort to soften his strides, unmoved by the idea of providing even a shred of respite for your susceptible self. If anything, it feels as though he deliberately seeks out the harshest terrain, silently chastising your earlier defiance in the most passive aggressive manner known to man. He’d reinforced your constraints before marching out on this fruitless venture, and now you bobble uselessly, backside pointed upward, anchored solely by the meaty arm around your knees. 

At least you’ve regained control of your mouth. 

“D’stroyed it. Gone. Dearly d’parted–” 

“If you’re going to run that little mouth, then make it helpful.” 

“M’bein’ helpfoo,” you start, straining your weakened vocal cords in an effort to mock him. The grip of paralysis may have slackened its hold, but neurotransmission remains at an all time, sluggish low. In all actuality, it astounds you that he can even begin to decipher your words from the tangled murmurs they become. 

“You had it on at the convenience, and a little bit afterward. You can’t expect me to believe that you dealt with it while running for your life.”

Running for your life. Sure. 

Displeasure sparks at the confidence he imbues in his assumption.

“Escoos m– hnngh–” A sudden jump of stress robs you of breath, your stomach plummeting alongside the rapidly distancing ground. As Miguel propels himself above the city skyline, effortlessly evading the crowded streets via a web he’d grappled to an adjacent building, you’re confronted with a stark reality – that this is the very first time you have ever, and likely will ever, experience what it’s like to swing. 

It’s exhilarating and nauseating all at once, gravity relinquishing its command as you transcend the confines of the physical, soaring through some reality where law loses significance. If it had been you, your arms and skill and jurisdiction, you’d never come down. But maybe that’s why it isn’t; maybe your life was meant to lead up to this, and only ever this. 

(Not antimatter technologies or heroic conquest. Yeah, this feels more fitting.) 

Your skin prickles. You phase through the sturdy frame that’s held you up so far, and plummet from its grasp.

Slicing through the boundless sky, you’re accompanied by a profound tranquillity. It isn’t absolute – fear still gnaws at your core, its presence undeniable. But, amidst the churning horror, your instincts are fainter than they ought to be. They whisper in a subdued tone, overshadowed by conflicting conceptions. One, being the inference you’d drawn earlier about how – whether you like it or not – Miguel would not let you die. 

Another, quieter suspicion hints toward the full reality of your… relief.

Though, of course, you’re right about the former. Tree-trunk biceps wrap around your waist, pulling you close as he slingshots off to a nearby rooftop. You flop into him, a ragdoll to the overwhelming force of his agitation, and squeeze your eyes shut at the hints of patchouli permeating from under his mask. 

You don’t have to face the gospel just yet.

“¿Qué mierda? Eh?” He shouts, propping you up against a ledge. “What the fuck was that?” 

You don’t have an answer for him. Your heart lurches, catching up to the urgency at hand, striking on the hollow bars of your ribcage to some reckless tune. It’s only amplified by the torrent of blood distending through your system, throbbing at your temple, rushing by your ears. 

What the fuck, indeed. 

He damns you, it seems, with a fervour that breaches the heavens, as if willing God Himself to commit his plea to eternal memory. Or not; truthfully, you can’t tell. With the roar of your own snowballing thrill, it becomes impossible to discern the sequence of interrogations that explode from him. The world around you fades to the background, your preoccupancy consumed by the disquietude it leaves in its wake. 

Your sense is only validated a minute later when, two blocks away, an ear-piercing shriek ruptures your dissociation. 

Miguel stiffens, slowly turning to face its source.

𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘈𝘙𝘈𝘊𝘏𝘕𝘖-𝘏𝘜𝘔𝘈𝘕𝘖𝘐𝘋 𝘗𝘖𝘓𝘠-𝘔𝘜𝘓𝘛𝘐𝘝𝘌𝘙𝘚𝘌 𝘋𝘈𝘛𝘈𝘉𝘈𝘚𝘌:

Earth-15 – analysed, marked as closed. 

Spider-totem – The Spider: soon after being bit by his radioactive spider, convicted felon Peter Parker merged with Earth-15’s variation of the carnage Symbiote.

Notes – do not engage, at any cost. 

chapter five →

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[twistedlovelines]

Ajshsva that lipstick vibrator post reminded me of when people were getting computer viruses because they tried to charge their vibrators lmao

Imagine a Yuu from our world explaining the concept of people installing viruses in vibrators as one of those funny stories from back in the day

-🔱

HELPPPP I FORGOT ABOUT THAT...

please all of them would be so baffled im cackling. genuinely some of them haven't been exposed to sex in general the thought of you doing so normal (trying to plug smthn into ur laptop) with the vibe makes them short circuit LMAO .

i think malleus would be so understanding though SUIDFHID. he also made electronic equipment and machinery malfunction when he began using modern technology . he understands . goes on and tells you how he once tries to heat up some leftover risotto for silver but set the microwave on fire because he put it on a silver serving dish...

ace makes so much fun of you but when you ask him if he's ever gotten a virus from watching porn he gets so suspiciously defensive. "i had a girlfriend, wdym why would i need to watch porn im not a virgin loser like deuce" (he is, in fact, a virgin loser).

idia in particular gets ideas about being a freak tho...something about installing a virus on your laptop because he's a loser and wants to see you get off sooo badly but can't bear to talk to you like a normal person...

[carmenized-onions]

chap 4 - IT’S ONION TIME

When he finds out you don’t have a plug on his side of the bed and he has to charge his phone on your side, he turns it off. Cute - he is SO cute

Both of you thought the sound of your lungs would bother the other, so you opted not to use them at all - they’re so???

Turns out, counterproductive; you notice each other’s absences pretty well. - in more ways than one!!

He's probably dreaming of you exploding right now, he’s so annoyed. - CHIPPY SHUT THE FUCK UP. love yourself!!

He wills his body to not fucking move because if he does it's going to ruin everything. He's going to ruin everything. - both of them angsting next to each other:(((

You’re clutching a bear that’s undeniably on a losing team and you’re at peace with it - EVIL AUTHOR EVIIIIIL

the teenagers in their heads should come out more often methinks

“And I do the Crossword too, bitch, what of it?” “…I like Connections.” - THEYRE SO ADORABLE CMON

Of course, it’d be a spice on the day Mr Food Guy sleeps over. Bullshit. - hehehehe

And he’s prett— - he is prett-

“I like your apartment.” - i like you

the bread i’m so jealous

“Shampoo, conditioner, face wash—They’ve even got labels.” - she’s so sweet!! also bet the labels are cut

“Do you not like Irish Spring?” - the way he cares!! oh!!

“I’m more of an Old Spice fan.” - a syd fan👀

You don’t deserve breakfast—” He pulls your plate, you pull it back. “All I said—” “Thinkin’ I smell like shit—” - THIS!!!! i need this back

“the fruity stuff—“ - she IS the fruity stuff

“I smell good! Deny that I smell good!” “You smell fine.” - all of this is so funny, YOU are so funny!!

“Oh, I—Uh—” You haven’t even tried it yet. You’re telling him he’s good for the sake of the effort he’s given alone. He needs an antacid - i’m gonna full on sob and rock back and forth cause omg???

Thank God you took a bite in time to hide your selfish disappointment. It’s good for him to go home, but then he’s not here. Real Catch-22. - the way they’re so close already ugh i love!!

It’s a delight how immediately panicked he is by this - precious!!

“I’ll get you something too.” - she!!

Kidding. Unless? - AKJEJDJEJEJE

shove it in your pocket— Which is fine and doesn't feel bad at all. - inky :((

also love how you describe what she’s wearing!! world building!!

and fucking Cherry wouldn’t get off fucking bar - CHERRY. it’s all cherry? always has been

Your smile is bright, fake, strained, and beautiful. - always beautiful

you’re one of the few people beneath him that he asks favours from - lowkey love that tho cause it shows how talented she is!!

“Do your Uncle a favour,” - he calls himself her uncle:’)

He won’t know the difference. The Bear would know the difference. Carmen would notice the difference... - she’s so smitten

“You liked Mikey.” - GOD DAMN

and the way she’s bold and italics!! she’s carmy but also herself oh

“I like to think ahead.”“Smart girl.” - she is!! and he respects the hustle, love that

“If Uncle Lee comes up to the bar I’m throwing a fork at him and leaping over the counter.” - OMG ITS ALL !!!

He wants to poke at you, just a little bit more - this family, man they’re certainly something

“No cops!” - though the ambulance is not coos i still agree with the sentiment

“…You a fuckin’ fed, Chip?” - JANSJEJDJ

“Oh good you—Oh my, God?” Syd is no better than a man in this moment, going from grateful for your presence to being one intrusive thought away from whistling. - LMFAOO I FORGET ABOUT THE OUTFIT EVERY TIME. also squid being gay and malfunctioning when she sees inky i love gfs

of course, means they just start smacking each other's hands. - they’re so funny sjjssj

“Can you— can you yell again—?” - AUQHEUEJEJEJR????

“It looks tight.” - he’s so cuteee but also i udnerstand chippy’s want to be seen as an object of desire ughhh

He doesn’t seem to look at you any differently than when you’re wearing a jumpsuit and utility belt, covered in toilet water. This should not be annoying and yet it is. - it is SO cute but also annoying, yes it can be both

“Just you.” - i’m gonna absolutely cry too

“What’s happening, she good?” - he’s so baby coded

“Condescending as fuck?” - tina is THAT GIRL

richie lighting up when she calls him a dad, yeah:’))))

Syd responds hesitantly for the both of them, since Fak is silently enjoying your colonel persona a little too much. “…Yes, C-Captain?” - NOT FAK????

The screaming lead EM in you melts off your shoulders, just for the second. - THEMMMMM

“I need you. T-There.” - AWWWWWW

how does this series not have all the likes and engagement in the world??? it’s the best one out there actually

Had to reset my computer EVERYTHING CRASHED GOD DOES NOT WANT THIS CHAPTER TO COME OUT TONIGHT, TOO BAD, THE ASK BINGE GOES ON

He’s so cute. They’re both so cute. They notice their absences! The (not) breathing thing is FULLY a thing I’ve done— I should’ve realized the AuDHD combo so long ago.

BOTH OF THEM THINKING THEY’RE RUINING EVERYTHING,,,, ahhhh this will transfer into everything they do out of bed, I fear. Clutch that metaphorical literal cubs bear, because it only get worse. I gotta go do my connections/Wordle tonight. I’ll gift it to myself after posting the chapter (only 4 more asks!! I think!!) I miss the teenagers in these two heads. I think they were both murdered in Zero Pulse. 

I wish I made bread. I’m trying to get into it when I move. There’s currently no bread time. But I’ll make bread time I will. Chip is part things I do part aspirations honestly. 

THE OLD SPICE!! HE CAres and also Chip loves the smell of her totally just platonic friend…. Interesting. Fruity stuff—

This guy i think so rarely gets an actual compliment on him as himself— Like absolutely no shade to Claire at all— But even she as the peace, I don’t remember her ever saying like you’re good— He get’s told he’s an excellent chef, but like. He’s never just been called good. He’s gonna need 20 antacids. 

LOVE picking out Inky’s outfits. It’s like playing the Sims. Or I could just say dress up like a normal person. Or i could say playing the sims—

I FORGOT ABOUT CHERRY FROM EDEN’S CLUB— MAN IT ALWAYS IS CHERRY ISN’T IT??? WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME??? They’ll call me a genius. 

Unc/Chip have such a weird wonderful relationship to me. I think in general I’ve always pictured Chip feeling strain because he’s always pulling that ‘i gave you a million billion dollars and i’m friends with your dad DO ME A FAVOUR!!!’ but he’s also fucking Uncle Jimmy. And she loves him for that. 

The circles are circling!! Gun in the first act baby she said she’d leap over the counter— She didn’t, but she had the opportunity!!

A RESOUNDING ACAB!! But we do love Social Service workers and the FD and EMS here Richie do some google searches— But tbf I believe when an ambulance is called police still show— At least that’s been my experience but maybe that’s a Canada thing? America holler back. Speaking of hollering, Syd show some respect to your girlfriend—

Fully they did the inflatable hot dog fight in my head— It happened in the span of 2 seconds but they did that again fully somehow

I can’t comment too much on the object of desire thing other than yes but I have a lot of thoughts on the subject that I will not be sharing with the class unless explicitly requested BUT WE CAN GO WHISPER ABOUT THIS LATER (I REALLY NEED TO RESPOND TO MY DMS MAN CRHSIT SORRY EVERYONE)

Fak is into the yelling canon. Canon canon canon. I mean are we all not seeing the VERY CLEAR RIVALS TO LOVERS COME ONNN

Thank you thank you thank you— I always think my engagement is crazy and then I look at the tags and everyone elses numbers— And don’t get me wrong I don’t mind at all them being lower, tbf we’re a long ass unfinished series, but MAN SOMETIMES IM JELLY

It’s okay though, the people that are here I adore to hear from and that’s enough for me!!

LONGING YEARNING-- MY SCHEDULE DEADASS

[cuppajj]

Ok sooo... I know your bug planet has no contact with the rest of the universe but just for funsies - what if Shit Happens TM and MiniMint gets yeeten there? Idk teleport malfunction or sth. She's human-sized so she wouldn't stand out much. She would be pretty scared tho, not so much about herself but about her family freaking out (all of them have some degree of separation anxiety lol).

She always does her best to be independent. On Earth it was fine but being so young and tiny while on Cybertron frustrates her easily, even if by human standards she's an adult and has a degree in rocket science engineering. Luckily her adoptive family is very supportive. Other than that she's nice, friendly, nerdy and helpful.

Now what would Kabula do with such find?

I'm going to ignore the canon way anyone from Thalamhan would treat a cybertronian, since it would be too massive of a deal for anything casual, so instead I'll set it aside and just go off of the character without any of the cultural sentiment involved XD (if youd like that version then the shortened answer is that: cybertronian from another planet = Thalamhan is not alone = Gealach was right = everyone parties and/or goes crazy = instant celebrity status)

So the funny thing is, human-sized on Thalamhan is the same thing as human-sized on Cybertron; the only way Thalamites become human sized themselves is when they're off world and have to mass displace. Because of this, Mini would definitely stand out if she was noticed, and being so small, she would meet Kabula somewhere between her shin and knee XD In terms of interaction, I think Kabula would first not exchange pleasantries but have more of a discussion about how Mini will navigate the city at her size, all official business. If they were to actually have a proper conversation though, then Kabula would probably like her. Mini would remind her of Tympani, definitely, and she'd believe she'd have a better chance at sharing common interests with her instead. After all, Tympani doesn't tend to talk about her own nerdy interests with Kabula, since she knows she's not that kind of person. Too busy caring about the law for that! (Her girlfriend, on the other hand...)

[coy-lee]

Been a while since I've givin' yall one of these! My friend and I collabed again to bring you this cuteness!

Description:

One morning, Sun wakes up but finds that he suffered a motor malfunction during the night and cannot move. He can still feel sensations tho. It took time for the maintenance team to arrive for the day so Sun and Moon find a way to pass the time while they wait

( lee!Sun, ler!Moon )

Motor Function Error

Morning time already!

The Pizza Plex still wouldn't be open for another two hours though. Time to spare before the kids arrived.

Moon awoke gently, bringing his hand behind his head to unplug himself. He stretched his arms high above his head, making sure the oil in his joints dispersed and kept him nice and limber. He turned his head slightly to greet his counterpart... who was half sitting half standing in his charging station, still plugged in. Uh-oh...

"Sun? Suuuuun~"Moon knelt down before the slumbering bot and patted his cheek gingerly. He wasn't too worried about the state he found Sun in. This happened sometimes. Corporate spent most of their repair funds on the main stage animatronics, so Sun and Moon often had to deal with older hardware and software. Granted, their parts were more advanced and thus more expensive, but things like this morning were more likely to occur thanks to the willing blindness of those in charge of the funds.

After a few more pats and beacons, Sun's eyes lit up... but he didn't move. He couldn't move. Just as Moon had suspected…

"Morning, sleepyhead~" Moon sang.

"Morni-... Wait a minute... Wha-HEY!"

"Hkhkhkheheheh... " Moon couldn't help but chuckle at Sun's reaction. Although a problem, this wasn't actually as serious as it seemed. It was more annoying than anything. It had only happened twice and both times to Moon. Seeing Sun being the victim of their motors' practical joke this time was admittedly funny. Besides, Sun had laughed at his predicament last time.

"I CAN'T MOVE!" Sun exclaimed.

"I know... " A smug smirk stretched across Moon's face.

Had Sun been able to control his face at that moment, he would have scowled at that.

"I DON'T LIKE THIS!"

"Yeah? Well neither did I..."

"Oh... Sorry... '' Sun apologized, remembering how he had a giggle fit last time Moon was paralyzed like this. It's much more amusing on the outside, that's for sure. "What time is it?"

"We've got about an hour to kill before your heroes show up for work."

"UUUUHHHHHGGGGGG...." Sun sighed dramatically. An hour!? Like this!? Guess there was no helping it...

"Could you-"

"-Of course... '' Moon interrupted Sun, already knowing the request as he himself had asked the same of Sun before. He unplugged Sun from the charging station, picked him up bridal-style, and carried him over to their comfy corner in their loft. He may have been paralyzed, but Sun could still feel. May as well make him comfy while they waited. Moon laid Sun down in their little "nest" gently, being sure to prop a pillow behind the motionless animatronic.

"Thank you."

"You did the same for me~" Moon replied with a kind smile. He then made himself comfortable next to Sun, ready to wait out the next hour or so for the arrival of the maintenance crew.

Aaaaaaand it didn't even take two minutes for-

"Moooonyyyyyyy, I'm boooooooooooored... "

Moon glanced over at Sun with an amused smirk, rolling onto his side and looking at him. He was propped up on his elbow, and very relaxed.

"Well, how about a game of I Spy? Mm wait, that may be a little difficult since you can't move your head... Oh! maybe--nnno, we've played 21 questions a BUNCH of times. We always have the same ideas!"

Moon pondered, wanting to entertain his counterpart the same way Sun kept him entertained while he was previously in this situation...and then it hit him.

"How about some jokes ~? Ahem-HEM! What does it take to make an octopus laugh?"

He waited…

"Kkkkkhkhkh... I dunno~ what?..." Sun was already holding in his giggles. Sun knew the answer, but those dumb jokes always made him laugh regardless. Maybe it was just the way Moon told them.

"...It takes, TEN TICKLES~!" Moon sounded happier than usual! Maybe he was just in a good mood...or in a mood to play.

Either way, his fingers made quick work of teasing Sun gently, scribbling and crawling all along his rays. Oh that was cruel. With his motor functions down, Sun couldn't hide his rays the way he usually would by pulling them in...they were just out in the open!

"GYEEEEHEEheeheehee (snort)! M-MOON!" Sun squeaked in surprise at the sudden attack. He should have guessed Moon would have done that. He usually did. This time, however, Sun was unable to hide away like he normally would... That.... That wouldn't become a problem... W-would it?

"Your little snorts are so cuuute~" He crooned, giggling and making sure to tickle over every single ray. "Hm..! You have nine rays...so that's nine tickles! Oh, we need one more to make ten, don't we? Let's see, let's seeee...how about heeeere~?"

Now his spider-like fingers made their way down to Sun's exposed neck, giggling along with his bright counterpart as he teased up the sides, and even under his chin. Usually Sun would hunch his shoulders, or squeeze his head down to protect his poor neck, but...

"...You knoooow~ Some light tickling might be a good way to pass the time, don't you think....?"

"W-w...Wahahait a minute!... Th-that's not fair! I can't move!" Sun giggled nervously at the thought... and Moon's apparent enthusiasm about the idea. He tried to move his head more forcefully... Nothing... A finger perhaps?... Nope. A toe??? Nada.

"Ehehehe, m-maybe we could play I Spy... I mean... I can see plenty of things... Eeheehee…"

"Oh come on~ We both know how much you loooove your tickles, Sunny. You can't hide that from me~ I even hear the excitement in your voice." Moon was so delicate with his touch. He began marching his fingertips carefully down Sunny's sides, knowing there wasn't a thing he could do to stop it.

"I'll be featherlight, juuuust like thiiiis~"

"B-buhuhut g-gEEheeheehee (snort)!" Happy squeals escaped Sun as he mentally thrashed around and curled into a ball. Unfortunately, that was just in his head. On the outside, Sun was as still as he could be. You'd almost think he was unfazed... if he wasn't laughing and squeaking so much.

" L-lihihight ones ahahare b-bAHAhahahad khkhkhk (snort)!"

"Ohoo~ Do you prefer I really DIG in, then?" Just as Moon asked this his fingers did just that. He really began scribbling up along Sunny's sides, tickling faster and applying more pressure.

"Like thiiiis? Is this better~? Goochie goo~"

"NAAAAOO! AHAHahahahaha! STAPIT!" Sun screeched. He was not expecting Moon to just dive in like that, and he screamed both in surprise and laughter. Man, Sun really wished he could move again.

When asked to stop, that's exactly what Moon did, tittering and even kicking his legs a little.

"Oh you're a gas like this~! Such a silly thing... Ah, so you like the lighter ones better, yeah? I told you." Moon observed Sun's body again before smiling.

"Okay~! How about a magic trick, then? Would you like to see one?"

Moon had something up his sleeve.

"Phew! Okay okay okay! SHOW ME!" Sun wasn't dumb. He knew Moon was playing him, but he preferred to play along.

Moon did some strange hand movements… -though admittedly they were rather enchanting; nice to look at, something rather theatrical about them. And then he reached behind Sun's head and--

"What's this behind your ray!? AHA~!" He pulled out a long white feather...oh, it looked soft. "My! What to do with this? Hmhm..." Moon scooted closer, gently taking Sun's arm and pulling it out into his lap. Wordlessly he began stroking the feather along Sun's palm, slowly working down his forearm. And then along the seam of his elbow...and then up his bicep...oh no. Moon had a target in mind clearly, and Sun couldn't exactly clamp his arm down right now.

"W-WAIT! N-nohoHOHO (snort)! DON'T YOU DAHARE, MISTER!" Sun protested. Oh he wanted to wiggle so BAD. But honestly... He kinda was enjoying his reflexes not getting in the way... Usually his squirming would make it harder for him to enjoy himself... This kept that from happening.

"Ohooo Suuuunnyyyyy~" Oh his voice was dripping with mischief. Moon circled the feather in the air just above his defenseless armpit, not touching yet. "Iiit's gonna getchaaaa~ Ooh, such a ticklish spot I see! But if you don't waaaaaant tickles there, I guess just roll over."

He waited, of course knowing he was being a jerk. "No? So you DO want tickles! And I know just how sensitive you are here..." Moon was enjoying Sun's lack of reflexes as well! It was giving him more time to focus on just where he wanted to tickle him, and his methods. His smile was so wide as he touched those soft bristles down on Sun's exposed underarm joint, dusting the area carelessly.

"Tiiiickle tickle~"

"PpppBWAAAHahahahah! STAAAHAHAHAHAWP IIIHIHIHIHIT! (SNORT) STAHAhahahaHAHAP!" Sun squealed with delight as the feather danced around, guided by the mischievous Moon. Sun kept forgetting he couldn't move, but every time he tried to jerk, he was reminded of such.

"Come on Sunny~ You don't meeeaaaan that, do you? You're having a blast!" Moon thought for a moment and grinned, sitting up to roll over atop of Sun.

"In fact, I'll get both!" After moving Sun's second arm up, he began to softly spider his fingers into his other underarm, the feather still set on the one it had been given.

"Giiitchie goo~ Oh how does it feel to be THIS level of helpless, hmm?"

"AAAAHAHAHAHAAAA! NOOOHOHOHOOO! IHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLLLLLLES!" Sun cackled. This was unbearable... Unbearably fun. Moon was just milking this, wasn't he?

"Of course it does~ Even if I wasn't purposely tickling you...being touched here is just too much to bear for poor, ticklish little Sunny, isn't it~?" Moon cooed, snickering at his counterpart's position.

Soon enough he abandoned the feather, simply scribbling both hands under Sun's arms rather ruthlessly. Oh Moon must have been in a mood now…

"AAHAHAHAAAA! WAHEEHEET! WAAAEEEETEEHEEHEEHEE!" Sun screeched at the new intensity of the tickling under his arms. Oh, he just wanted to squirm or wiggle or pull down his arms. Any of them. All of them! But he just lied there helpless to evade or stop the playful torture.

"Wait~? For what? What can you possibly do right now?" Moon smiled such a smarmy little grin, his fingers traveling down Sun's ribs carelessly.

"Ooh Sunny~ If you want the tickle-tickles to slow down maybe you should just lower your arms! Then I'll know you actually want me to stop~"

Moon's nails moved along Sun's ribs in a jellyfish-like motion, listening closely for his response.

"MBAHAHAHahaha! I heeheehee CAHAHAHAHAHANT, YOOHOOHOU BUHUHUHUTT!" Sunny didn't know what to do with himself. There was nothing he could do with himself. Moon was pushing his buttons a lot more, probably because he could literally get away with anything in this moment. So why wouldn’t he tease Sun to bits?

"What was that? Me? A butt? Ohoo you'll pay for that one..." Moon lifted his hands and wiggled them within Sun's vision.

"I believe it's Tummy tickle tiiiime~ Are you ready?"

"NOOO NONONONOHOHO! I'M SORRY! I'M SOHORRY! NOT TUMMY TICKLE TIHIME! PLEEEEEEEASE!" Sun begged. He should have known better than to insult Moon in this position, but it was too late. He was in for it.

"Eheehee~ Heeere it cooomes~" Moon teased. Usually he would do a few fake-outs now, to get Sun squealing and jumpy...but he couldn't really move right now, so maybe just going for it would be the better option!

His fingers began to glide quickly along Sun's defenseless tummy, also getting both of his sides in the process.

"Tiiiiickle tickle~! Ooo such a ticklish spot, isn't it?"

"***YEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE(SNORT)!*** MOOHOOhoohooNEE- ACK! BWAHAHAHAHAHA! NEEEEEHEEHEEHEE!" the paralyzed bot cackled. He just wanted to curl into a ball and roll around, but it was no use. His tummy stayed put, welcoming the tickling Moon was glad to give. And the teasing? Sun felt the unbearable urge to hide his blushing face, something else he could not do.

"Well well, what have we here..." Moon circled a single finger slowly around Sun's defenseless little tummy button.

"Hehe...Oh if only you could cover this little spot, hm? Oh It must be driving you crazy right now..." Moon was eating this UP. He just loved hearing all of Sun's reactions and laughter.

"OHOHOHO, PLEASE! AHANYWHERE BUT THEEEEERE!" Sun knew at any moment Moon would dip that devious finger in his belly button, tickling him to tears with that devilish grin and teases to boot. Every electronic nerve was on high alert only adding to the ever increasing sensitivity of his systems. His helplessness multiplied that sensitivity 10 fold alone.

"Anywhere~?" Moon giggled, grabbing Sun's waist and lifting him slightly. "Let's make this more interesting..."

He laid Sun's middle right over his own lap! This arched his tummy up...ohhh boy.

"Is this fine~? Oh I bet you're feeling much more ticklish this way..." Without any warning Moon dipped his finger into that soft little dent, tickling away with such a cruel precision.

"Poor thing, what if I just did this until your repairs were ready to be worked on? Oh you'd go wild."

" IHIHIHI'LL DIIIIHIHIHIHIHIHEEHEEHEEHEEEEE!" Sun screamed desperately. Being in his tickle monster's lap was both comforting and horrifying. Having his tummy arched made him even more defenseless... Geez, Moon was just havin' a ball tickling Sun out of his mind. Who could blame him though? His Sunny had the cutest giggles in the world! The more he heard, the more he needed.

"No you won't ~ Silly..." Moon held one of Sun's limp hands to comfort him more. Oh the tickling in his navel though...it was unbearable. He couldn't even twitch or shiver under the touch.

But then--

"Aaaahhh--" Moon leaned down and began playfully tickle-biting all along Sun's arched tummy. "NAMNAMNAAAM~! Eheeeheee, yummy tummy treat for the tickle monster ~"

"AAAAHAHAHAHAAA! OHOHONOHOHOHO! GYAHAHAHAHAAA! EEHEEHEEHEEEEEEK!" The new sensation nibbling at his belly renewed Sun's bouts of laughter. He tried commanding his systems to suck in his tummy, but of course, it stayed put.

" 'M NAHAHAHAT A TREEEHEEHEEHEEEAT!"

"Ohoo yes you are~" And then a SURPRISE raspberry! "PHHBBTTTT~! Hee hee, right on the navel...oh you've never sat so still for these before~ Hehe.."

Moon listened to those giggles so happily, sighing before...

"Now, about those feet…"

"AHAHahahahaha-W-wait! Di-... Did you say...? No... NonoNONONONO! DONT!" Sun scrunched up his toes... In his mind. His actual toes stayed put, ready and waiting for their inevitable tickle time.

"Don't?" Moon giggled. "But you did say ANYWHERE but the tummy...that includes there~"

He slowly set Sun to sit up, crawling down to his defenseless feet and slipping off his only source of protection.

"Hehe...how bad will it tickle while unable to curl those toes~?" Moon gently wiggled a few of Sun's toes to tease him and test the waters.

"TEEHEEHEEHEEHEE (snort)! STAHAP IT!" Sun just wanted to shake his head, pound on the floor, ANYTHING... but the glitch persisted, and so did Moon.

"Ohooo this is gonna be good..." Moon purred, gently pressing all of his fingers into Sun's heels before skittering them up to the balls of his feet, then back down.

"Giiitchie goo~! Ohh does this tickle? Hmm? Does it???"

"DYAHAHAHAHA! PLEEHEEHEASE NO! STAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Sun was going mad with tickle induced laughter. He couldn't take it! He couldn't move, he couldn't defend himself, and it was getting harder and harder to communicate. But he knew that while the soles of his feet were very ticklish, his toes were terribly ticklish, and they were soon to be next.

"Ohoho, sooo loud! But I know what can make you louder..." And just as Sun had predicted...

"Tiiickle tickle Sun's toesie woooesiiieees~" He cackled with a big playful smile, dusting his fingers all along the length of those poor paralyzed digits.

"AAAAHAHAAPLEEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEASE! I CANT! IHIHI CAHAHAHAHANT! PLEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!" Sun went ballistic. His voice made that clear while his body stayed perfectly still. His nerves were on fire with ticklish electricity under the calm surface of his exo.

"Oohoo~ How cute! Not a thing you can do to stop it or even shake off the tickles, hmm?"

Moon smirked, pulling out a couple of feathers.

"Not a thing..." Slowly he brushed them through Sun's toes on both feet, giggling with him the entire time. Though, clearly not as hard.

"OHOHPLEEHEASE! OHOHNO! IIHITS TOO MUHUHUHUHUCH! (SNORT) EEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEEEE!" Sun's squeals echoed throughout their room as Moon continued to saw and flutter and snake the feathers between his motionless toes.

Moon cooed and continued his fun, knowing Sun could do nothing to stop him.

"Oh you know what may be fun? If I tickle you so much...your body does a quick little reboot. Do you think that would fix the problem? Oho, maybe we won't even HAVE to wait for maintenance!"

"NO OHO PLEEHEEHEEHEASE! WE D-DOHohoHOHONT NEED TO TRYHYHYHYHYEEEE!" Moon wasn't serious about that, right?...right!?...

Well, it was out of Sun's hands. His fate was in Moon's…

"But we coooouuld~ Something tells me you wannaaaa!" Moon wasn't hearing any safewords.

Sure, lots of begging, but nothing panicked...Sun seemed to be enjoying it as well! Right?

"Thiiis little piggy went to market~" Moon sang, gently playing with Sun's toes as he continued.

"Ohoho WHYHYHYEEEEE! DON'T DO IT!" Sun squeed. Was Sun enjoying himself? Absolutely! Did he want to continue?.... Absolutely... Why stop the fun?

"Hmm~?" Moon grinned so wide, clearly having fun.

"Thiiiiis little piggy stayed home..." Usually Moon would simply wiggle Sun's toes when doing this game... But since he was unable to curl his toes at the moment, he instead was gently running his finger tip up and down the toe he was toying with. He even poked the cute little pads a couple of times before moving on!

"Thiihiiis little piggy hahad roast beef~"

"NO HEEHEEHEE DIDIHIHIHIHINT!" Sun squeaked out. He didn't know why he was being defiant like that. Maybe he was stalling. Maybe he was drawing it out~

"Thihis littlehehe- Piggy had noooone~" Moon played a little more before...

"And thiiis little piggy went WEEE~!" Now his fingers went wild again, tickling all up along and overtop of Sun's toes.

But Moon's favorite was definitely nestling those scritching, wiggling fingers under Sun's poor toes, aswell as in between.

"Let's hear those laughs~"

"EEEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE(SNORT)! NYAHAHAHEEHEEHEEHEE! P-PLEEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEE!" Sun's squeals and manic giggles reverberated around the room, down the halls and all throughout the daycare.

"Ohhh~ So ticklish, aren't we? Poor little toes..." Moon's fingers never stopped, knowing Sun could do nothing to get away or defend himself.

"Suunnnyyyyy..." He sang gently, leaning up to look at his face.

"You know what to say if you REALLY want to stop...right~?"

Of course he meant their little word, "comet". He just had to check.

"MOOHOOHOOHOOHOONEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEEE!" That's all Sun could respond with. He was overwhelmed with tickles and embarrassment. The ever present blush on his cheeks and his wild laughter made that quite clear.

Moon smiled when he heard his name, giggling before giving Sun a little break and tickling his arches instead. Still a bad spot, but not nearly as bad...

"Are you having fun, Starling,..?"

"AAAHEEHEEheeheeHEEHEEEE! PffffAHAHAHAHA(snort) GEEheeheeheeHEEHEEEE!" Had Sun not been immobile, he would have nodded his head as to not have to admit it out loud, but he couldn't. He was still limp and motionless, helplessly so.

"Heehee...Alright~" Moon slowly crawled back up, sitting beside Sun and gently pulling him into his lap.

He knew how Sunny got, wanting comfort and cuddles after a good tickling. His hand still rested softly on Sun's tummy, gently drawing soft circles.

"Eeheeheehee... Mhmhmhmhm Hehehe (snort)... Hmmmhmhm..." Sun relaxed his internal systems with little giggles still spilling out from the gentle tracing on his tummy.

"Maintenance should be here soon...Hope you had as much fun as I did~" Moon giggled, petting Sun's head gently.

"You should rest until they come by."

"Okayheehee..." Sun sighed enjoying this time with Moon.

"... I.... I had lots of fun too…"

"I'm so glad, Sunny~" Moon smiled, holding his hand and resting his head atop of Sun's own as they waited.

[mythiccheroacademia]

The whole time traveling children has me feelin some type of way tbh. Imagine Mirio, Kaminari, and Tamaki walking into their respective rooms and there are just small children vibing. Mirio with his daughter, Kaminari with a daughter and Tamaki with a son. 😭

as i said, parent!bnha is SUPERIOR

A/N: So, instead of making these separate asks, I’m just going to make it one giant post. I thought it would be easier that way. Probably the only post that’ll have more than three characters lol

Warnings: none

Kaminari Denki:

when kaminari walked into his room, he didn't expect to see two children on his bed fighting like wild animals

the younger girl was totally beating the boy’s ass tho

kinda embarrassing bc she’s gotta be like, seven, at most

as if it’s not the weirdest thing he’s seen (bc it’s not) he rushes in to break them apart

he manages to separate them with his arms 

the boy with yellow hair snaps his jaws at his sister’s fingers

“hey! bad! no biting!” he scolds

the little girl blows a raspberry and taunts “yeah! papa says no biting!”

the older sibling just rolls his eyes “rat”

meanwhile, denki is literally malfunctioning

papa?

PAPA? HUH???

the only person’s pants (and heart) he’s been trying to get in to for the past three months was y/n’s and he sure as hell would remember if he did

he didn't have kids

especially one that was his age

“sorry! you two are cute, but i’m not your pops”

thus, they begin to tell denki about how they mayhaps followed him and their mother into a dangerous mission and got hit with a time travel quirk

denki just nods his head

tbh, he’s not that weirded out

weirder things have happened

but, he does have one question

“who’s the lucky woman?”

coincidentally, you bust into his dorm room, wet from a recent prank and head steaming with anger

“Kaminari Denki!”

his son juts a thumb over to you

“the woman that’s about to murder you”

“oh say less”

his life literally couldn't get any better

before you get the chance to throttle him, the little girl jumps in your arms and your anger is immediately quelled 

“hey mommy! i just wanna let you know that it was [son’s name]’s fault that we followed you when you told us not to”

“WHAT!?”

you’re to busy trying to get them from killing each other to comprehend anything that’s going on

kaminari is in a love-struck gaze bc hot damn, he won the jackpot, huh?

if he wasn't in love with you before, he’s in love with you now

you and your feral children

it was nice being God’s favorite

Kirishima Eijirou: 

funny thing was

kirishima woke up from his afternoon nap with his mini-me in his arms!

at first, he was really confused as to why there was an 8 yr old boy with spiky teeth and (your hair texture) black hair on his bed

he thought he was dreaming

then the little boy bit his nose and grinned like he had done the funniest thing in the world 

“WAKE UP DADDY! WE GOTTA GET SWOL TODAY”

did he get hit with some duplication quirk?

and what was that he said...daddy?

as in, father?

kirishima is wide awake now, but before he can ask the kid what’s going on, the boy is up and making use of his punching bag

he decides it wouldn't hurt to get a morning work out in, so he decides to humor the kid

after a mini workout, kirishima is in near tears as the boy tries to flex the little muscles he has 

eventually, he gets the kid to tell him what happened and finds out he was hit with a time travel quirk of some sort

instead of being weirded out, kirishima is ESCTATIC 

he has a family in the future 

he’s so excited and proud that he just has to show his son off to his friends!

the first thing he does is go and bother bakusquad in the common room

he’s bragging like shit to them and his ego swells as they all swoon over how cute and handsome the kid is 

you and bakugo come out of the kitchen to see what all the commotion is about and the little boy excitedly runs to you and jumps into your arms 

“momma! you’re here! you’re so pretty! why’d you marry daddy when he looks so unswol?”

it’s silent before bakugo fucking dies of laughter 

“y-you finally let shitty hair hit it? and got knocked up?? LMAO”

everyone’s dying and kirishima wants to die

he can’t believe this was how his long-term crush on you was getting outted

by an 8 yr old boy

so not manly

you look confused before you put the pieces together

the kid did look like you and kirishima

you want to console kirishima about the crush that you lowkey knew he had on you, but your son was one step ahead of you

with a gracious smile, he hits bakugo’s head

hard

“what the fuck kid!?”

“don’t make fun of daddy, uncle bakugo! at least daddy didn’t faint at his wedding″

Bakugo’s contemplating murder and everyone’s rolling on the floor

“WE BEEN KNEW YOU WERE THE BIGGEST SIMP”

even ten years later, bakugo still holds a grudge against your son

Togata Mirio:

i’m about to kill y’all w this one

since year one, mirio has been feigning over you 

but 1) you were too dumb to notice 2) you both were really busy with, y’know, school and 3) he lowkey gave up bc he thought you deserved better

so imagine his surprise when he sees this four year old girl on his bed

and she looks like you with his features

mirio might not be the brightest crayon in the crayon box

but he’s got eyes

and it wasn't like he’s memorized your features to the T

the tiny girl is swinging her legs absent-mindedly before exploding with happiness when he sees him

she runs to mirio and he catches her with open arms 

“daddy! daddy! i got hit with the coolest quirk at school today!”

proceeds to tell him about her best friend discovered her quirk and it was a teleportation quirk 

mirio can’t help but giggle along with her even tho he knew it was a scary situation for the parents

speaking of which...

he innocently asks her who’s the mom

“mommy is the prettiest mommy in the world! she has e/c eyes, hair like me, and the most beautiful s/c skin! her name is togata y/n!”

if he wasn't geeking before, he’s geeking now

not only did he manage to marry you, but you let him be your baby daddy?

him?

big bet

mirio doesn't even care at this point

he’s parading around UA with the fattest smile as he introduces his daughter to damn near everyone 

everyone’s freaking out bc wtf when did mirio get someone pregnant??

maybe he should've explained himself, but he sees you at your locker and makes a b-line for you

“good morning, y/n!”

he doesn't notice that you slam your locker close and hide the confession letter you wrote to him behind your back

you’re a stuttering mess and he’s too busy basking in the fact that he’s holding y’alls child 

y’all look like a mess

but he’s ready to lay it on thick when the little girl kisses your nose and cheers,

“mommy, i missed you”

he explains the situation 

you cant help but smile, “you know this could potentially ruin the timeline?”

and you feel like melting as he gives you the softest smile 

“there’s no way I’m letting that happen. not when i end up with the woman i’m in love with. we’ll just have to twist fate together”

and twist it you did

Tamaki Amajiki:

tamaki wasn't the bravest person ever 

and he knew his crippling anxiety got in the way of a lot

but he had never been more proud of himself for managing to invite you to his room

it was supposed to be a study date

despite how bold you normally were, he took comfort in how nervous you seemed 

now, you two were leaning in, about to kiss

and then a voice from behind interrupts 

“uh, am i interrupting something?”

you two let out the ugliest squeal and jump 50 feet away from each other 

you’re all over the place, trying to explain the situation

tamaki’s heart is barely beating at this point

it takes the kid, who looks about 16, about thirty minutes to calm you down and revive tamaki

explains that he’s from the future and a descendant of tamaki’s family

decides to leave out that you two are his parents so he doesn't risk possibly erasing himself from the space continuum 

that would be bad

despite how surprised you two were, you two take it rather well 

you three spend the day together bc you and tamaki feel this weird sense of responsibility for the guy even though he’s only two years younger

the boy is trying his hardest not to expose himself, but it’s so hard

you two are asking him everything from his favorite food to if he has any siblings

he’s good at pretending that he’s cool, calm, and collected, but he wants nothing more than to jump into his parents’ arms and cry about how scared he is of messing up

but he won’t 

bc he’s a strong boy

but he slips up

“how far are you down the future?” tamaki asks

“uh, about like 100 years or so--”

“you’re lying”

the kid nearly chokes on his food as his father blinks at him

you try and scold tamaki but he continues

“i don’t mean to be mean, but your nose twitches when you lie. y/n does the same thing”

that’s when the jazz record stops and everyone is staring at one another

“....wait”

this time, you nearly pass out

y’all had a kid together???

THE HELL??

the boy, coincidentally, starts fading and he thinks he fucked up

now he’s full out sobbing into the both of your chests, scared that he’s disappearing

despite the news, you and tamaki calm down, look at each other, and hold your son

“don’t you worry, baby” you coo, kissing his fading hair

“i have a feeling we’ll see you quite soon” tamaki comforts, closing his eyes

Bakugo Katsuki:

bakugo finally understood when his mom said

“the meaner you are to your parents, the nastier your kids will be to you”

he regretted being such a demon bc his kid was literally the spawn of satan

katsuki didn’t need an explanation to know that that...thing was his kid

he looked damn near identical to him with features that he couldn't quite place

but anyways, that wasn't the focus rn

rn, he was trying to figure out a way to keep that animal caged

as soon as katsuki took his eyes off him, the six yr old ran out the door as fast as his little legs could carry him

“catch me if you can, you old bastard!”

yup, it was his kid

“GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE FUCKER”

his son is blasting his way through the halls, skillfully evading Katsuki’s grabbing hands 

he’s wildly laughing as he flips and turns through the doors, watching with glee as his father falls on his face

multiple times

the small boy latches on to a cupboard and smirks

“no wonder mom always beats your ass! you weak!”

katsuki nearly looks like the devil, eyes white, and face red with fury

his pride suffering by the second

he’s about to cuss the kids to hell when you come out of the kitchen, confused

you were about to ask why katsuki looked like a rat with rabies before you caught sight of a basket of fruit teetering on the edge of the cabinet, above the little boy’s head

“look out--”

the basket falls on the kid’s head and he’s on the floor, reeling from the hit

katsuki would've normally laughed his ass off, but he felt kind of...concerned?

he watches you run towards the child who’s trying his hardest not to cry

the boy holds his head, fat tears in his eyes as you pick him up and coddle over him 

“i’m sorry, baby. I'm sorry i didnt get there in time” 

cue the waterworks 

the boy is full-on sobbing into your chest about how his head hurts

you bounce him and kiss his forehead as katsuki checks over the red bump 

“you’ll be okay, brat” he comforts, voice softer than usual

in that moment, katsuki can’t help but notice how much a family y’all look like rn

then the dots start connecting and he goes 

oh shit 

so, maybe, he’s had a tiny crush on you

and it didn’t help that you two were friends with benefits bc yall were horny teenagers

but who knew he’d get the balls to ask you out on a proper date one day

he was such a simp for you gosh it was ugly

“you have to be more careful from now on,”  you say to the boy 

the brat suddenly looks innocent and katsuki wants to throw him

“sorry, mommy. i’ll be gooder”

the look on your face is priceless 

bakugo uses it as a chance to kiss you 

“huh?”

“i guess now’s a good time to tell you that i want to be your dick on demand but with feelings and shit, dumbass”

[yoimix]

haikyuu!! as types of best friends.

➼ ft. hinata, sugawara, bokuto, osamu+atsumu.

➼ playlist. talk too much - coin, higher - banks, romanticism - mrs green apple, me and my friends - james vincent mcmorrow

➼ a/n. these have light bff2l undertones hhn i love that trope, pls forgive me. </3 + there’s some timeskip spoilers for atsumu & osamu’s part.

❀ hinata :-

i wish the childhood best friends trope a very good evening.

no one’s better than hinata at making friends, even if you met after he spiked a ball into your face. you’re childhood best friends too !! so imagine being a child and having to pick up this goofball by the scruff, who has the audacity to ask you to play with him after giving you a scratched up forehead and teary eyes from a ball to the face. but, like, you were the one who said yes so it’s on you :-)

sometimes you bicker but it’s ok bc he would literally go to the ends of the earth for you if you asked. no kidding. he hates sitting still anyway so he’ll just gravitate towards where you are like you’re the sun. also gets you taiyaki in the evenings but climbs in through your window instead of using the front door like a normal person. (he has too much energy </3) if you hear someone yelling your name outside your window and ranting about volleyball games, you know who it is.

ok when he makes you mad with his bullheadedness, you'll be complaining with kageyama (who agrees vehemently) and hinata gets pissy bc you get along a little too well when you're throwing insults about him. (he's not jealous, no, of course not.) but.. how long can you stay mad at this sunshine child anyway?? you'll be pretending you never got mad at all within a few hours and go back to joking around.

he gets distracted if you're watching a match sometimes (bokuto somehow got it into his head that he needs to show off in front of you) so you got banned from watching. he overcomes it later on so you can cheer him on in his jersey too <3

gives you ALL his attention when you talk or even complain about your life. he reacts a lot to whatever you have to say so you have to pretend there aren’t people behind you glaring at hinata for having the same decibel sound level as a jet engine.

you have matching keychains you bought at a local fair !!! (you got a pochacco one for hinata but it’s super worn out by now so he keeps it in his wallet instead.) 

he has not won a single multiplayer video game against you (*cough cough* mario kart *cough*) and you don’t even have to be good at it. if you call him a loser, he’ll lose even harder. gets unnecessarily mad at just dance and you have to calm him down.

... you’ve probably kissed bc the two of you (mostly him) were too eager for a first kiss and you got fed up with his pubescent ramblings and ended up kissing him. and then had an early mid-life crisis bc you guys are definitely just friends. (unless.. unless he doesn’t think that way.. surprise surprise 😳) also he's.. kind of bad for make out practice... it’s like kissing a month old puppy.. sorry :/. if you happen to make a lot of offhand comments and tease him about his kissing skills, he WILL turn tomato red and argue in gibberish. only do that in private bc the rest of the world thinks you’re sickeningly cute together >:(

overall, your best friend is a ball of sunshine (who occasionally pisses you off) and your #1 motivation to get out of bed. it's mostly bc he's somehow there to get you out of bed though you've repeatedly told him to not climb in through your window. at least the sun is smiling upon you every day <3

❀ sugawara :-

being best friends with him is such a secure relation !! 

he’s your soft place to fall but also would provide gentle (not so gentle) reminders for your wellbeing (STUDY!!! WATER!!!! BREAKFAST!!). doesn’t get mad when you say you skipped breakfast but gives you this look of disappointment which is 100x more effective. still gets a granola bar for you though. also he literally carries bandaids for u and he’s been doing that since second grade bc you fell off the swing ONCE. you know, just in case. if you’re an accident-prone hazard to society, you’re in luck. 

BEST HUGS especially if you had a rough day and want to sob into his shoulder. if u damage his $85 hoodie tho, he will make u do his laundry and also buy snacks for him. but like he is so soft (his skin is SUPER soft bc he actually follows a skincare routine now) and cuddly like a teddy bear, it's a small price to pay for salvation.

he will hype you up for anything you do !!!! new outfit? offers to be your personal photographer. scored an A+? will treat u to your fav ice-cream. new job? will tell everyone just how proud he is. 

ALWAYS shares the last bite with you and smiles to himself when you eat it so contented. also!!! hanging out at cafes and taking cute pictures is a must <3 even though you’re not dating, you’ll have photos together that make you look a real couple which ensue teasing from daichi and asahi and admiration/jealousy from noya and tanaka. also he gets weirdly protective of you around the team (i’m looking at the moron quartet) and you have to pull the “koushi you’re not my mom” card. it really strikes a chord with him when you say that out loud.

will egg your ex's house with you if you say the word. somehow gets more pissed than you at your ex (if they're a shitty one). it's kind of scary when he's mad too so.... good luck calming him down. he's also really good at sarcastic trash talk so if you happen to meet your ex on the street... send prayers for their self-esteem.

you don't really fight often but if you happen to disagree, he'll go about it in a pretty mature way and talk it out. if you pick a fight on purpose, he'll catch on to it and either tickle you (excessively) or flick your forehead as punishment for trying to rile him up. it’s impossible to prank him!!!!! it’s like he’s got a sixth sense or something so you might as well give up on anything of the sort. 

you said you want to get a dog (or cat) with him in the near future and he somehow equated that to having children. turned bright red and started saying it’s too soon to be thinking of that while you had daichi stop you from smacking some sense into your overly imaginative best friend. (i mean, you do need to live together if you want to raise a pet sooo)

his lockscreen is a picture of the two of you so a lot of people who try to hit on him take the hint quick. he says it’s unintentional but you know he can be terribly scheming at times. if you say something like “why don’t you date me for real, coward” he will malfunction and not be able to look you in the eye. (“don’t joke around, y/n” “what if i’m not” “it kind of feels illegal to date you” “what do you mean?!💢”)

anyway you are one lucky mf if you have sugawara koushi as your best friend even if there are both ups and downs (mostly ups). having someone care for you so blatantly certainly makes the question of romance arise but you’re content with the most loving best friend ever.

❀ bokuto :-

you guys are the “two best friends in a room, we might kiss” “yes we will” “what” type of best friends PLS

it doesn’t matter what stage of life you met him, it’ll feel like you’ve been best friends since the beginning of time.

it’s just so easy to make friends with this airhead and by god’s gift, you cannot physically get annoyed at this man. sometimes his friends will complain about him being forgetful or blunt but you’re just there like. yeah. that’s bokuto. love him for it. (you seem to have a lot of patience.)

he probably gets into trouble with authority unwittingly, so save your weekends to sweet talk his way out after accidentally implying the coach has a weak mindset. afterwards, you go get ice cream or something and hang out at the dog park to forget it happened. (the amount of second hand embarrassment bokuto has given you though... you need some hard drugs to forget all of it.) 

you probably make a lot of friends through him in high school/college but at the end of the day, it’s just you and him and sometimes akaashi making sure you guys are alive. if you guys are alone together on a friday night, you’ll still be having fun!! very often, it takes shape as karaoke :-) bokuto thinks he’s really great at rapping for some reason (he’s not) so cue you screaming the lyrics in an attempt to ruin your part of the song equally. also he always sets the key wrong??? although you sing the same songs each time?? sometimes he picks a song neither of you have ever heard and the both of you try to guess the melody. he’s terrible at it but at least he’s funny. there’s not a single song he hasn’t had a voice crack in.

if you go clubbing/partying with him, get prepared to be introduced as the friend of “the guy who did four keg stands in a row before proceeding to do a cartwheel unprompted and somehow not throw up”. is on first name basis with the bartenders/hosts and gets you free drinks. also gets hit on often but is oblivious unless they’re being very straightforward. if he’s not into them... you have to pull the s/o card and save his ass. oh also he barks at anyone that gets near your drink.

will always exaggerate when introducing you to new people. “y/n and i met when i saved them from drowning a terrible death.” “it was the children’s pool and you were the one that was screaming.” “and then y/n didn’t really thank me but it’s not like heroes need thanks to do the right thing.” “kou, i will push you into a pool right now, let’s see how well you swim.” (he learned swimming to impress you so joke’s on you.)

he likes to watch you do stuff at the end of the day, so if you see him go o_o at you doing homework, you can just put your earphones on and focus on your work. even if he’s making.. a strangely.. adorable expression. also LOVES to listen to you talk about your day when he’s tired, he says it helps him sleep better (so expect a lot of nighttime calls). moreover, if you say you had a bad dream, he’ll comfort you with his ridiculously confident tone of voice (unless the dream was about something bad happening to him, then he’ll freak out and you’ll have to comfort him instead </3)

ok one thing that’s annoying about him is that he probably leaves food crumbs over your stuff like laptop, bed sheet, etc. you clean it up but bokuto.. is a bit... distracted to notice the mess he’s making. it’s usually pretty difficult to get him to be more aware, but like your glare is enough to make him at least try to be careful from the next time. (either that or he’s become sensitive to your change in mood/emotions bc you know... you’re best friends after all.)

i’m not gonna lie, he probably catches feelings for you at some point. he wants to, like, keep it lowkey bc akaashi told him to take your feelings into consideration too but?? it’s so hard?? you’re literally so pretty?? everything you say is like music to him??? he reacts reflexively to all the firecracker feelings u give him. he probably says he likes you all the time but you dismiss it with “as a friend right :-)”. there’s no climbing up from that one, sorry bokuto.

to summarize, if a moody golden retriever was your human best friend.exe

❀ miya twins :-

they feel like a set. it would be strange to have one of the twins as a bff and not have the other one around whoops 🤷‍♀️ 

either you and osamu bully atsumu in your free time, or you and atsumu annoy osamu for fun (or both) <3. it’s always a good idea to team up with osamu and prank atsumu for fun btw. (put wasabi in his breakfast pancakes and you’ll get a very pissed off but weirdly cute tsumtsum. you can blame it on osamu if you don’t want to face his wrath.) your alternative is to embarrass osamu in front of strangers with atsumu, have fun with that. (second hand embarrassment also works.)

when you were younger, you pretended to not be able to distinguish the twins bc it would visibly rile atsumu up and then you’d go “ok you’re atsumu”... which would further rile him up. osamu got used to your shenanigans though it ticked him off the first time too LOL. call them the wrong name on purpose and they’ll start a riot; be careful when you’re playing with fire pls.

you guys played a lot of knight and prince/princess/royal when you were a kid and atsumu would always try to make osamu the evil dragon holding you captive. in the end, you were somehow the knight, osamu the prince to be rescued and atsumu the big, bad dragon. (it’s kind of funny in hindsight. your parents have photographs of the three of you fighting like no tomorrow.) also speaking of which, your parents are also friends and have bets on which twin you’ll marry (or if you will at all). it’s tearing your parents’ friendship apart.

these two have DEFINITELY fought over whose jersey number you’re going to wear to the games ( “oi, ‘samu, stop brainwashing my best friend into wearing your stupid double digit number” “you know i’m the best friend, ‘tsumu. they clearly like me better over yer ratty ass.” “what did ya say?!?!? if anything, you’re the one that looks like ratatouille.”) you wore kita's jersey number to games.

imagine sunday picnics with the boys !!! by that, i specifically mean osamu and his perfect bento boxes <3 sometimes the two of you will cook together before your outings while a sulking atsumu stands outside bc you didn’t let him. (let him in, you monsters.) he says he can cook too but the last time the twins’ bickering almost burnt the whole kitchen down. the picnics continue well into adulthood and you get to diss your boss to the twins who will always support your rants. (sometimes atsumu will tell you it’s your fault but you can smack him off. we only need supportive besties here 🙄)

if someone hurts u.... they’re going to need divine intervention to be safe... you have two well-built, physically adept best friends ready to beat the shit out of anyone who deliberately breaks ur heart. 

when the twins get into a physical fight...... oh boy. it kinda pisses you off that they’re spewing profanity at each other and you’re the one getting glares. but at the same time, you don’t really want to step into a fight that has nothing to do with you. people should solve their interpersonal issues on their own. they have never fought over you, this isn’t twilight <3 

but the question did come up once on which twin you like better; it’s not something to seriously fight over though. if you chose osamu, atsumu will complain for six days straight and you’ll start to regret ever answering the question. if you say atsumu, osamu won’t feed you his onigiri anymore for a few days which is just as bad. the safest choice is to say neither bc it will both be funny and you won’t suffer too many consequences. if you say you love the both of them for being your best friends all this time and go all mushy, there’s a slight chance they’ll go soft too. god help you from the bone crushing hug you’re about to receive 🙏

you make sure to not miss any of atsumu’s official games !! sometimes he’ll wave at you and make the reporters give you hell bc he’s a little shit. just push osamu to them and run away if it gets that bad. (he gets free advertising for his shop, he should be grateful.)

osamu is super good at cheering you up!!! whether it’s with food or with pleasant talk, you’ll be feeling much better with a full stomach and a calmer state of mind. as for atsumu, he’s really good at you cheering you up by distracting you. he’ll talk about his team or this new serve he learnt and the world will seem a lot brighter bc he seems so happy about it. whichever twin you go to, it’s win-win. 

in return, the twins take up a good chunk of your time. sometimes atsumu will crash at your place after a game though you’ve told him to not lead the damn reporters here. osamu makes you taste test his experimental onigiri... which are not always good..... no seriously, why’d he put honey and tuna in there ?? but still, your life is ridiculously colorful with them around.

anyway, what can i say except what’s better than one best friend?? two best friends !!!

[thewhizzyhead]

a non-filipino's guide to trese: ep 1

So some of my mutuals decided to check out Trese aka the Netflix adaptation of the Filipino horror comic book series that I keep rambling about here and then since well um most of my mutuals aren’t from the Philippines fshfs I decided to make a long-ass post that basically consists of me rambling about the cultural context present in Trese with fun little tidbits about Filipino folklore. I’m not an expert on Filipino mythology so um I just typed out the stuff that I know and the stuff that I looked up on Wikipedia so um take this with a grain of salt aaaaa I’ll save the extensive google scholar research ramble on folklore present in Trese for another day.

I’ll try to find the sites where I got some of the information from cause um yea I kinda had a bit of a hard time finding the other shit so um once again, take the stuff here with a grain of salt. Also, feel free to add more info if you guys got any!

SO ANYWAYS ENJOY ME RAMBLING ABOUT EPISODE 1 OF TRESE WOO

+ MRT and LRT (Manila Metro Rail Transit and Light Rail Transit) are train systems in NCR (the capital region) and yea them suddenly stopping and malfunctioning in the middle of the goddamn rail is a daily occurrence and we have been trying to deal with this bullshit for years but alas, corruption and negligence are sweet sweet drugs.

+ When the MRT broke down, you'd see a red bee in the flashing billboard right? Well that's Jollibee and that's probably the most well-known fast food restaurant chain here heck there are even branches of it abroad!

+ According to many youtube comments along with other social media posts that I am way too tired to link here, the opening theme is an Ifugao ethnic song called Balluha'd Bayyauhen but with modern accompaniments and I think the song is about a fruit called a balluha that the character in the song tries to it but cannot swallow. (someone please correct me if I’m wrong here fjkfs)

+ The first um monster that we see Alexandra interact with is the White Lady of Balete Drive. White Ladies or “Kaperosa” are a type of female ghosts typically dressed in ghostly white dresses or similar garments. According to legend, she died in a car accident while driving along Balete Drive (a two lane street formerly lined with Balete Trees which are said to be a home for spirits and mysterious creatures) in Quezon City while other accounts say she died waiting for the arrival of her lover; others also say that she was a teenage girl who was run over and killed by a taxi driver at night and then buried around a Balete tree while another variation of the tale claims that a student from the University of the Philippines was sexually assaulted and killed by a taxi driver nearby and so said ghost haunts the street in search of her murderer. There are many other variations but according to local rumor, the legend was fabricated by a reporter in 1953 in order to make an interesting story. What remains consistent in many variations is that apparently taxi drivers would be stopped by a beautiful lady asking for a ride and if one would look at the rear window, they would see that the white lady in question is bruised and drenched in blood.

+ There are a lot of mentions about "lakans" and stuff in reference to Alex and her father right? In precolonial times, the term is used to refer to the paramount ruler or the highest-ranking political authorities in Tagalog communities (so um NCR and some parts of Region 4). In Muslim communities, they are called sultans while communities with strong trade connecitons with Indonesia or Malaysia called them Rajah. Datu is umm the more generalized term though when it comes to discussing the leaders of the precolonial Filipinos.

+ So, Alex’s mom is a babaylan and back in the pre-colonial period, each barangay (which a native filipino term for a village or a district; said term is still used today to describe um divisions in municipalities like) had them and these are basically Philippine shamans and they specialized in communicating with the spirits of the dead. To my knowledge, the role of babaylan went to women and yea people assigned male at birth but then identified as female were also allowed to become babaylans and they would be treated with the same respect given to any woman back then (honestly I dunno much about lgbtq+ stuff back in the precolonial times but all I know is that precolonial Filipinos were much a lot more welcoming towards trans identities bUT THEN THE SPANIARDS CAME AND UM ERR RUINED THAT); also the writing Alexandra's mom did in that one scene with the dagger is in Baybayin - preHispanic Filipino script. I dunno what she wrote down though. .

+ Also I kinda find it funny that the people here esp those who were at the White Lady scene are um,,, not at all surprised? Like yea quite a number of filipinos have their own superstitions and beliefs and all that but um yea the people in Trese seem very used to the bullshit,,,which in retrospect, isn't at all inaccurate fsdfd I MEAN WE DEAL WITH UNSURMOUNTABLE AMOUNTS OF BS ON A DAILY BASIS SO I DON’T THINK DEAD GHOSTS WOULD EVEN FAZE MANY FSKJDS

+ The one that appears right before Alexandra talks with the duwende (the one in the manhole) is called Laman Lupa (which i guess translates to um "What is in the earth"? just um YEA THEY ARE DIRT CREATURES). normally this is an umbrella term for duwendes and nunos but in Trese they are servants of these aforementioned creatures.

+ Duwende (which came from the Spanish phrase "dueno de case" which means "owner of the house") or dwarves in Filipino folklore are known to be mischievous and magical environmental guardians. They are believed to reside in trees or under earth mounds (those that live in the latter are called nuno sa pundo or old man of the mount) which is why quite a lot of Filipinos say "tabi tabi po" or “excuse me” when wandering around a forest or earth mounds as a sign of respect and in the hopes the duwende won't torment them. If the person is friendly, the duwende can also be friendly in return and will bring that person good lucl; otherwise, those who destroy their homes by stepping on them will face their wrath in form of heartless curse and predictions of ominous and disastrous fates. A duwende's color also depends on their budhi or conscience: to my knowledge, white duwendes are kind, red ones give protection amulets, green ones are firnedly with children and the black ones give nothing but trouble.

+ Chocnut aka the snack Alex bribes the nuno with is a very yummy chocolate snack made of coconut milk, crushed peanuts and cocoa powder. They are umm about an inch in length and maybe half an inch in width so it's fairly small; that being said I WANT THE CHOCNUT THAT ALEXANDRA HAS CAUSE HOT DAMN THAT'S A BIG CHOCNUT

+ In Trese, the creatures in the MRT scene and in the warehouse Alexandra visits after she talks with the duwende are called "aswang". In Philippine folklore, it is an umbrella term for any kind of monster so um an aswang in Luzon would be very different from the aswang in Mindanao. According to what I saw on wikipedia, they can be classified in 5 categories: the vampire (self-explanatory um they drink blood), the viscera sucker (the manananggal, i'll get to that next time), the weredog (cats and pigs are also possible but um yea they target pregnant women), the witch (self-explanatory boom curses and stuff) and the ghoul (they gather near trees in cemeteries to feast on human corpses). Aswangs are often described to have a long, hollow tongue, sharp claws and sharp teeth, although they do also have human forms.

+ To my knowledge, Ibwa, the leader of the aswangs in the warehouse, is a creature from Tinguian or Itneg mythology (they, like the Ifugao, are an indigenous ethnic group in northwestern Luzon) though I could be wrong about this dksfsf Ibwa seems like an ethnic filipino term tho wah I can't remember where I once read that. But anyways, Ibwa often stalk sthe house of a dying person to steal its body. In order for the ibwa to NOT succeed in that, some people burn holes in the garments of the dead and put a sharp iron object on top of the grave since those are most powerful weapons against aswangs which is what Alexandra uses to subdue the Ibwa and kill all the other aswangs (the knife alex uses is named Sinag which means "ray of light".)

+ ALSO I AM SO SO GLAD THEY KEPT THE FILIPINO SWEARS IN THE ENGLISH DUB YES YES THIS IS A VERY GOOD JOB so lemme discuss the versatility of tangina-

+ Also umm Bossing is a nickname of Vic Sotto - one of the three pioneer hosts of Eat Bulaga! which is the longest running Philippine noontime variety show. Over time, most probably due to the show's popularity, the term "bossing" then became um slang for "boss" or "chief"

+ Translation of what Alex says when she's stirring the eye inside the cup: “In the eyes of others, secrets will reveal themselves.”

+ Sidenote: The English dub's pronunciation of many of the tagalog lines are um yea they r pretty good but they could use a bit of work but then again I'm really not that good in speaking in Tagalog so who am I to judge gkdkf sorry po guys conyo po ako-

+ Maria Makiling is arguably the most famous of all the diwatas (ancestral spirits, nature spirits, or deities) in Philippine Mythology; she is associated with Mount Makiling in Laguna as the guardian spirit of the mountain. Mount Makiling is said to resemble a profile of a woman and people associate the profile with Maria herself. She is also known as a goddess by the name of Dayang Masalanta and people would pray to her for safety and to stop storms and earthquakes. That's the goddess Alexandra's mother mentions right when she tells Alex to hide. (Translation to what she said there: Maria Makiling, goddess of the mountain, bless us.)

+ ALSO YEA THAT MAYOR IN THE MRT STATION IS UMMM RATHER REMINISCENT OF MAAAANY POLITICIANS AND PUBLIC SERVANTS HERE LIKE BELIEVE ME I CAN THINK OF SO MANY NAMES RN. THEY WOULD FLAUNT THEIR MACHISMO AND PROMISE THAT THEY THEMSELVES SHALL PUNISH THE PERPETRATORS HARSHLY BUT IN THE END THEY DONT MEAN SHIT AND ARE IN OFFICE TO SERVE ONLY THEMSELVES AND TO SHIT ON THE REST ESP THOSE OF THE POORER SECTORS AND *NOTHING IS DONE ABOUT IT*. WE LIVE IN HELL OKAY. also hmm how the police are represented here is umm,,,interesting,,, like i know there are sOME good police officers like the ones alexandra assists but like,,,our current sociopolitical climate + the many cases showcasing the corruption in the police force + tHE SHEER AMOUNT OF POLICE BRUTALITY HERE would ummm beg to differ. but um anyways-

+ Also Mang Inasal posters can be seen in the MRT station backdrops and um it’s a very famous restaurant chain here and they serve lots of barbecue and other filipino stuffs and i miss them a lot God their halo halo is very yummy

+ Santelmo - oki so this is the fire face thingy that Alexandra summons inside the ruined train. This is the shortened version of the term "Apoy ni Santa Elmo" or "St. Elmo's Fire" - this is a weather phenomenon wherein plasma is created from an electrical discharge from a rod like object in an atmospheric electric field. This phenomenon was used to warn of imminent lightning strikes or storms (there is a chapter in Noli Me Tangere where Pilosopo Tasyo talks about that bUT I'LL SAVE THE NOLI ME TANGERE RAMBLES FOR ANOTHER DAY). But according to Philippine folklore, santelmos - which are said to be souls of people lost as sea - are balls of fire that appear where accidents or big arguments happen. In Trese, santelmos (alex's santelmo being "The Great Spirit of the Binondo Fire") can be called to assist in supernatural investigations

+ Translation of what Alex says when she draws the circles to meet with the purple ghosts: "Souls, where are you off to? I'll be entering too, so please open the door."

+ Remember the scene at the train with all the purple ghosts and the woman in a veil? Yea the woman is an emissary of a goddess named Ibu and she is the Manobo (again, another indigenous ethnic group but this time they're from Mindanao; fun fact we have around 134 ethnic groups) goddess of deceased mortals and the queen of the underworld; she also serves as a psychopomp and guides the newly deceased souls to the other side (having an MRT be the ride to the underworld isn’t in the legends tho so fkkjsf)

+ The aswang in the top hat is called Xa Mul and according to the Isneg/Apayao people (yay another ethnic group but this time in northern Luzon - the Cordillera regions to be specific), they are an evil spirit known to swallow people whole.

+ Alex has two henchmen right? Yea they are named Crispin and Basillio and No I still don’t know who’s who and I'm really sorry about that fsfjs so anyways the names Crispin and Basillio are actually those of two brothers featured in the Noli Me Tangere and El Filibusterismo novels (Crispin is younger and Basilio is older) which are basically the national novels here cause um yea written by national hero Jose Rizal as sociopolitical commentary about the Spanish regime here. I don't know if I want to spoil this cause I kinda want other people to read the novel too fskfs BUT ALL IN ALL, ONE OF THEM DIES IN LIKE THE 10TH OR 11TH CHAPTER OF NOLI ME TANGERE (and the novel has 64 chapters btw) AND UM YEA-

+ OKI SO TO ADD MORE CONTEXT TO THE SQUATTER STUFFS MENTIONED IN TRESE (we r gonna use the tiny font here because holy shit this rant is long): So,in the Philippines, especially in the capital region, there are lots of slum areas called squatters. These are dense urban settlements made of compact makeshift housing units that aren't really officially recognized by the government. This is um very reflective of the poverty situation here and there are maaany factors that come into play here and if i were to go into depth about this topic, that rant would probably turn into an academic paper so for the sake of brevity, let's just say that Things Are Fucked Up Here. Oftentimes the poorer sectors are being ignored and left to their own devices despite tons of campaign promises to make things better and easier for them. The communities that live here are incredibly vulnerable to floods, fires, and the like and afaik no concrete solutions have been in effect to protect these people and their settlements. There have also been many times where squatter areas are dismantled or demolished despite protests of people living in those areas and yea I understand the need to make space and the need for renovation but the people should still be offered some sort of temporary settlement or financial compensation thingy that doESN'T fuck them over but alas, we have an anti-poor government. That being said, I really like Trese Ep 1's portrayal of governmental negligence, but I also have some thoughts, especially in regards to the mayor being arrested THAT FAST which um believe me, NEVER FUCKING HAPPENS BECAUSE MANY MAYORS AND A LOT OF POLITICIANS HAVE THE POLICE IN THEIR POCKETS SO UM ERR YEA JUSTICE IS RARELY A THING HERE BUT UM ANYWAYS YEA THE GOVERNMENT LIKES TO SHIT ON THE POOR WOO LET'S SAVE THE USE OF SOCIOLOGICAL LENS ON THIS MATTER FOR ANOTHER DAY

+ The news channel reporting the arrest of the mayor is ABC-ZNN WHICH IS AN OBVIOUS REFERENCE TO ABSCBN aka the top media conglomerate here (that has been fucked over by the government so many times to the point that they had to shut down operations last year which is all sorts of unfair so seeing them being referenced here kinda made me happy gksfks)

[lumilasi]

I’ve been struggling to write this one for a month or something now, so I decided to give y’all a sneak peek on the latest Spinaraki one-shot request I’m writing. IDK when I’ll finish it tho, I’m still struggling to decide how to end it. Also I’ve been wanting to focus on writing all the remaining chapters for Depths as that one is nearly finished. Tomura/Tenko is almost home.

Anyway, here’s the sneak peek:

Going through the third week, the weather was still very warm, so warm that Spinner finds Tomura awake one night, clearly unable to sleep due to the heat - or maybe he was insomniac, at this point he wasn’t sure.

Tomura was only wearing loose-fitting black pants with a thin canvas to them, glancing up at him from the couch he’d sat on, TV running in the background while kept on low volume, probably had been to try and not wake him up. Spinner could tell he was sweaty from the heat with how his hair was sticking to his skull. It was totally just the hair he was looking, not anything else.

”Your AC seems to be malfunctioning.”

Checking on it, Spinner notes he was right.

”Damn. I’m sorry. Guess gotta call someone to repair it tomorrow.”

”M’fine. Used to sleeping very little anyway.”

Huh, so maybe he was insomniac?

Spinner sits down next to him hesitantly, trying his best not to look while also kind of looking - again. What was with him lately anyway? He’d seen people half naked before during his schooldays in boys’ locker room, and on the beach and so on. Why did Tomura being like that bother him so much?

”Heh. Spooky folklore and urban legends reruns during the night? Guess it makes sense, fits with the dark atmosphere.”

Spinner looks up at the TV screen, quickly realizing what Tomura meant. There was a show he’d seen before, talking about urban legends across the country. This episode was one he hadn’t seen before, revolving around ancient ninjas or something.

”Well would ya look at that? What a coincidence.”

Tomura muses out and Spinner looks at him confused, before looking back at the TV. The episode legend was talking about some sort of group of supposed near mythical ninjas of assassins or something. Wait weren’t those kinda the same thing?

”What’s this legend about? Never heard of it.”

”It’s called the Yokai King. A master assassin of legendary skill that people to this day debate whenever he existed. According to the legend all the assassins under his command were some form of yokai, from bakenekos to kitsunes, and even a jorogumo.”

”W-what? Really?”

Tomura shrugs, cracking his neck slightly.

”From what I understand - and what the show is talking about right now - it is suspected the ”yokai’ were just humans who used a name of a creature to describe them. There are some rumors that these people might’ve had special kind of mutations that give no outward changes but ’internal’ abilities that cannot be seen.”

”Huh...that’s...kinda cool? I mean as a legend, the assassin part is a bit...”

”To be fair, the legend states the Yokai king only sends his ilk against those he deems unworthy of life. In most stories the victims of his children - as these underlings are called, though how many of them actually are his kids is a debated matter - have been criminals of worst kind. Child abusers, rapists, serial killers, stuff like that. Rich Tax frauders.”

”.....what?”

Tomura turns to look at him with a smirk. That smile was giving him a weird funny feeling, but Spinner was too focused in on the story to care about it.

”There’s more modern versions of the tale about his ’children’ going after rich landlords who abuse their wealth.”

”So they just...”

Spinner makes a slitting motion across his throat, gaining a slight shake of head from Tomura.

”Not always. The ’death’ dished out isn’t always physical. Sometimes it can be mental, social, or financial kind. Tax frauders end up dirt poor, prideful child abuser holding up appearances gets shunned away from their community, etc. To some people there are fates worse than simple death.”

”O-oh...”

”Yeah. I think in a lot of tales the King typically has four assassins; one for each type of ’death.”

Tomura holds up his finger now, smirking amused at how closely he was listening.

”First, is the ’financial death’ often known with the nickname Tanuki. This one is typically the one in charge of dealing with unruly greedy people and leaders, making sure they lose all they hold dear - their finances and influence typically.”

”Why Tanuki?”

”There’s lotta stories about it. Some say the first holder of this title in the legend was an actual one, or had Tanuki-like tendencies with gambling, playing tricks on people and such.”

Tomura shrugs, glancing at the TV briefly. The program was currently discussing this same topic, but Spinner found himself more interested in hearing Tomura tell it, as he seemed to have knowledge of the legend.

”Second is usually either known as the Jorogumo or Snow woman. As you can guess this ’child’ is typically a woman in these legends, often linked to the more psychological death - though arguably they also often literally kill their prey. She is often depicted as stalking their victim for a while, keeping an eye on them and causing psychological turmoil. Other times she’s said to even lure the victims into a trap, until it is too late.”

”...Kind of clicheed in a way, that the woman does that.”

”That’s how these old folk tales are. Didn’t make ’em. Plus there have been some stories from what I remember that dispute whenever this ’child’ was always a woman.”

Tomura shrugs and cracks his neck, now holding up a third finger. His red eyes looked almost like they were shining in the surrounding darkness, with the TV screen reflected on them. It was kind of eerie but also mesmerizing to look at.

”Third, the kitsune, is said to be the one for social deaths. This one will burn all the bridges around you, making you isolated for everything and everyone you had control over, before devouring you. In the same sense the kitsune also protects the victims from the person they punish.”

”And...the...last one?”

Tomura holds up a fourth finger now, the light from TV dimming down as the screen switched to a darker scene.

”The Shinigami. The ultimate death. This one’s often said to be the yokai king’s strongest child, for they represent an absolute death. No mercy, no second chances. If this child goes after you, you are a goner.”

Tomura drops his hand slowly, and Spinner swallows down hard, frozen in place. He stares at the pale face for a long moment, up until Tomura closes his eyes suddenly, starting to snicker. It eventually grows into a full blown laughter, making Spinner blush and frown, asking what was so funny.

”Your face! You’re real freaked out.”

Shigaraki laughs and tries to get his breath back under control, wheezing almost.

”It’s a folktale Spinner, a legend. Not real. Relax.”

”Can you blame me for getting spooked? It’s dark and you’re really good at storytelling stuff like this apparently!”

[cycleoffates]

been meaning to post my first NSR OC here for a while but decided to wait until i got around to hopping on the bandwagon and making a robot/1010 OC companion for them! here’s my NSR OCs Chroma and J7/Vesta! :D Submitted the both of them to the #CitizensofVinylCity collab that Zuke’s VA is hosting on Twitter too :”)

more info below the read-more for bios!

KLIFF: “Hope you’re ready to dive deep into the ground for this one, kids! Because this next star is, quite literally, a hidden gem.”

NAME: Chroma (they/them) AGE: 23 OCCUPATION: NSR Artist, Charter of the Meteo District. PLACE OF CONCERT: Lux Museum GENRE: Artcore (EDM) WEAPON/INSTRUMENT OF CHOICE: Lapid Mining Drones THEME: Qavsell by Feryquitous / ALT: ALiUS by Feryquitous

Chroma is affiliated with NSR, and works as both a EDM musician, artist and lapidary. Many people associate Chroma with the former and latter, which is their music and the beautiful jewelries and gems they craft and refine.

With artcore being a genre that many people don’t know about, Chroma is the same way. Unlike NSR’s Megastars, Chroma prefers to be lowkey, not being the type of person to flaunt themselves. Chroma would rather have their music and jewels be in the light instead of them.

As a person, Chroma is very quiet yet kind. They tend to keep to themselves, engaging in conversations with strangers for a short period of time. They are extremely passionate about lapidation and art, and will go on semi-long talks about their interests if presented with the opportunity. They are also humble, not wanting to bask in the limelight for too long. They treat everyone they see with silent kindness, and it is not uncommon to see Chroma spend more time with their AI drones and Vesta. However, should Chroma see anyone laying their hands on their bots or attempting to hurt them, Chroma’s mood will shift and they will aggressively protect them.

As a boss, Chroma is a long-range attacker, utilizing mirrors, light-rays, prisms and their mining drones (Barringer, Holsinger) to fire beams of light and bright flashes to attack and stun their opponents. Chroma will often maintain their distance from BBJ, dodging swiftly and running to the other side of the arena when presented with the chance. Once attacked enough, Chroma will “crack,” shifting to become hysteric and their form will transform into something more sharper and hardened. They will drop their long distance attacks and lash at their opponents with claw-like hands, or charge at them with their horn-like headgear. Their drones will also activate into “mining mode,” spinning like drills, swiftly honing in and flying at BBJ to attack them.

EXTRA 1: Chroma names all of the drone AIs. Their main drones that stay by their sides are Barringer (white) and Holsinger (black). They also chose the name for Vesta.

EXTRA 2: the horns on Chroma’s head are not permanent. They are removable, worn like head-gear, and is used to relay messages to and from their drones. Their headgear also comes with an ear-piece, which is worn in Chroma’s hidden ear.

EXTRA 3: Chroma looks up to Eve as a fellow artist and admires her work, often visiting the Evenfall Gallery on their free time.

EXTRA 4: Chroma is secretly a fan of SAYU and 1010.

KLIFF, AFTER BBJ RETURNS FROM METEO: “You say you fought a robot in Chroma’s district, huh? That’s funny, I don’t have anything about a ‘strange 1010′ written in my notes. Then again, Meteo isn’t a place I visit everyday.”

NAME: J7 “VESTA” (he/him) AGE: ? OCCUPATION: Meteo District’s Head of Security, Chroma’s companion and overseer of the mines. PLACE OF CONCERT: Lux Museum GENRE: ????/EDM  WEAPON/INSTRUMENTS OF CHOICE: BIORUS Stinger, titanium drill legs. THEME: SECRET BOSS by Camellia 

Formerly known as J7, Vesta is a repurposed and customized 1010 robot who serves as many things within Meteo, with his primary role being Chroma’s bodyguard. Though he and Chroma are close, their relationship can hardly be called romantic. The two share a mutualistic bond over similarities (not in appearance) and the need to protect one another. Chroma is fragile yet wants to keep Vesta safe, whereas Vesta is dangerous to everyone around him, including himself.

Due to glitches in his system from a virus that could not be fully removed in time, he had to be put out of commission. Said glitches from the virus’s remaining effects include:

The inability to fully form his left iris (iris lens expansion causes further glitches and hinders eye movement, thus perpetually stuck in its shrunken form).

The inability to sing and dance like the current builds of 1010.

Glitching caused by the virus’s aftermath. This causes his mind to fragment, and the glitch lasts longer the more intense of an emotion he feels. If he is in close contact with other robots or electronics, one touch can instantly cause them to glitch*, malfunction or even deactivate for a short period of time. If not careful, he can shut down power-grids (this has happened once before, and Chroma knew immediately to ask for Neon J to upgrade their district’s network/systems to prevent a shutdown from ever happening again).

*There is a unique event that comes when Vesta is in close contact with another robot. Should he glitch while feeling intense emotions, he has the ability to project his glitches through contact (via hands, stinger). This will allow whoever he touches (given that they must be a bot) to feel what he feels, only for a short moment.

As a person, despite his appearance, Vesta is very self-conscious. He feels his sheer height may intimidate many, when that doesn’t end up being the case. Non-district visitors may recognize him as a 1010, which causes him to become anxious and overwhelmed. As he was upgraded and customized to Chroma’s likeness, Neon J activated him in Meteo upon Chroma’s request as to not attract attention near the other districts when he would awaken. He has never once come into contact with 1010, only seeing them on giant screens and billboards. Each time he sees them, he feels a strange aching sensation in his robotic core that tells him he should be like them...

As a boss, Vesta is extremely protective of Chroma. During the initial battle against Chroma, Vesta will swoop in before BBJ can finish them off. Seeing Chroma hurt puts Vesta into a glitched rage, causing his system to go into SECURITY MODE. He will then utilize his BIORUS Stinger to attack his opponents, which can extend like a scorpion’s tail. Like Chroma’s mining drones, he has the ability to transform his legs into drills, charging at BBJ with flying kicks and sometimes spinning and attempting to hit them. Like SAYU’s last form/Yinu’s last segment, his battle is a short one, if dodged and timed right. He will experience another malfunction due to his intense emotions, and can be knocked out when he is frozen in place trying to control himself.

EXTRA 1: Vesta was originally a J7 unit, which was supposed to be an indigo color. Due to Neon J later on limiting 1010 to five members, he had to scrap them.

EXTRA 2: Originally, Chroma went to Baracca mansion to ask Neon J for software upgrades for Barringer and Holsinger. While waiting, Chroma stumbled upon a powered down J7 and asked if they could have it. J7 told them that specific bot was off for good reasons, but with much insisting, Neon gave in to Chroma’s pleas, and even gave in to customizing J7 to Chroma’s liking (this resulted in Chroma paying J back by giving him any gem/metal materials he may need to fix/upgrade his own robots).

EXTRA 2.5: Chroma had the intent to have Vesta be customized to match them in some form (horns, diamond pupil, duo-toned palette). 

[asterian]

Detention (Agent Kallus x reader)

Prompt: 14. “Shut up” “Make me” + neck kisses

Words: 1,364

A/n: sorry about the delay, my life is kind of a mess right now, i hope you enjoy. 😘

"Sir, we caught a rebel trying to pass the blockade"

Spoke a stormtrooper in a formal tone as soon as he entered Kallus' office, gaining the attention of his superior who seemed to be lost in a never ending pile of reports and datapads.

"I'm on my way" Kallus answered without even looking at the trooper who was already out of the room.

Alexsandr sighed tiredly, pressing the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes for a moment, trying to push away some of the stress before getting up to see this rebel.

It had been a long week for the Agent, between commanding the ship, dealing with rebel activity and all the paperwork it comes after every encounter, locating/hiding the rebel base, being Fulcrum and Thrawn watching his every move, let's just say Agent Kallus desperately needed a break.

As he walked through the vast ship he couldn't help but wonder which one of you was captured this time, Bridger? Orrelios? but when he arrived at the docking bay he realized it was worse.

It was Spectre seven. It was you.

Kallus’ eyes widened a bit when he saw you. Out of all the members on the Ghost crew, why did it have to be you? He didn't expect it to be you, in fact he didn't want it to be you for two simple reasons: he was falling for you and hard, but most importantly, you could be really annoying sometimes, and right now it was the last thing he needed.

"Agent Kallus" you said unsurprised as soon as he was right in front of you "no wonder why it smelled like rat" you added, doing your best to pretend you actually hated this man, even though it was a lie.

This was not the first time you've been captured, fortunately Agent Kallus, your very own Fulcrum, had helped you out every single time. At this point you had developed a very curious… relationship, if that could be considered as one, with the imperial agent. So you winked at him when you met his hazel eyes that had already a hidden plan for you.

"To the detention block" he commanded and the troopers obeyed, guiding you through the halls, one on each of your sides while Kallus walked in front of you in complete silence, the only sound you could hear was the boots of the troopers echoing through the empty halls, how boring.

A playful smile curved your lips when you decided that if you were captured you could at least have some fun.

"Do all the agents here shave the same ridiculous way or is it just you?" You teased "do you guys go to the same barber? If so I really pity you and I would totally get why you wear the buckets all the time" You asked the trooper on your right. He didn't say anything.

"You don't talk much, huh?" You continued speaking, trying to see how irritated Kallus could get. "But what about your boss? Hey, Kallus, has someone told you that you smell like a Hutt? No, actually, I bet Jabba the Hutt smells way better than you."

You noticed how Kallus seemed bothered even though you only saw his back and the way he seemed to walk a bit faster, trying to get to the detention block as fast as possible. He was running out of patience, yet he was trying his best to keep calm. And you, oh boy you were having the time of your life.

"Have you ever told these troopers how I once beat you in a fight with just one hit? It's a very short story guys, you'll see I lost my blaster so I had to use my hands so I punch him-"

"Quiet, rebel" Kallus finally spoke looking over his shoulder. His eyes pleading you to stop and you could only smirk at him. This wasn't over, not yet.

"Alright, then why don't you tell me when will you finally give up, Agent Kallus?" You said "You'll never catch us and you know it."

He didn't answer, just limited himself to keep walking.

"Isn't it funny that all the rebels you capture always find a way to escape?"

Finally you arrived to the detention block and Kallus was relieved and mad at the same time.

"Leave us" he commanded "I'll interrogate this rebel myself"

"Yes, sir" the two soldiers said and then disappeared down the corridor.

Kallus used his code cylinder to turn off the cell's cameras as well as to lock down the door before stepping inside the cell with you.

"Do you have an idea of how dangerous it's that you are here?" He protested, a bit of anger and worry dancing on his tone.

"Relax, Kallus" you said calmly while he helped you take off the handcuffs "nobody would notice I'm here or when I'm gone, we've done this before." You turned around to meet his eyes, giving him a teasing look. "It was fun messing around with you, tho" you teased.

"That little game of yours could have blown my cover"

"But it didn't" You added calmly which drove him even crazier.

"You think this is funny?"

"Yeah, in fact it is very funny to me" you told him, oh you knew just how mad he was already, you saw it in his eyes and how he clenched his jaw. So you continued, speaking fast just to annoy him a little bit more. "But you have nothing to worry about, even if those bucket heads find out you're Fulcrum they'll never reveal it. They ain't gonna last a month in battle, unless of course they somehow tell someone else like your boss or-"

"Shut up!" he said, his voice coming out of his mouth a bit louder than he wanted to, making you jump in surprise. You stayed quiet for a moment until an idea crossed your mind.

A bright smirk formed in your lips while slowly you got closer to him until your lips were barely brushing his.

"Make me" you whispered in a challenging and dangerous tone.

That was it.

Next thing you knew the ISB agent pinned you against the wall capturing your lips on a heated kiss that made your eyes flutter close.

His hands travelled down the sides of your body to your hips giving them a soft squeeze before grabbing the back of your thighs and lifting you up with one strong tug, pulling you impossibly closer to him with your legs wrapped around his waist.

He didn't break the kiss, not until both of you were in need of air.

"Stars, you're annoying!" Alex confessed, making you both laugh a bit.

"So I've heard" you said before kissing him again. Your hands moved to play with his golden hair as your mouths danced together.

Kallus kissed a little trail all along your jaw until he found your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses here and there, making a cold shiver run down your spine, and then you felt his teeth on your skin.

"Kallus-" you moaned softly as he continued with his task, nipping, bitting, marking your flesh.

"I said silence, my dear" he murmured against your throat, making you throw your head back to give him more access.

Was the cell always this hot? Was the cooling system malfunctioning? You didn't know and honestly didn't care but you felt your skin burning like Mustafar lava under his touch but it was not enough, you needed more, you needed him.

Taking a handful of his hair, you give it a small tug, just enough to gain his attention.

"Weren't you m supposed to interrogate me, Agent?" you cooed biting your bottom lip, he raised an eyebrow, well aware of your intentions.

"Well, then" Kallus said in his usual formal tone, following your game "tell me, what do you want, rebel?"

"You" There was a dark smirk forming on his lips.

This was going to be a very interesting interrogation.

[autumn-applepie]

Just realized I haven't post my new baby here-

Hello how's goin! I'm still brainrotting as fuck.

ACTUALLY, I'm brainrotting SO much that I made a fucking AdventNEON oc and he's ✨baby✨

Please click for quality because Tumblr mobile always says fuck you to my image quality

Enjoy the baby

If ya want some Infos, I warn you- there will be lots of angst in his backstory shdjsj SORRY-

OK SO, if you already know the AdventNEON game, it might be a little easier to understand, but it shouldn't be that difficult either if you don't know it so dw!

First of all, why "Golfball"?

This is a funny story. In the Neon fan server on Discord, we created a sort of meme between us only. Since Loudmouth's design kinda looks like a golfball, we started insulting it, yelling "FUCKING GOLFBALL" in the chat whenever we couldn't survive its boss fight-

I wanted to give a proper motive for Golfball's name tho, so I named him "Prototype LM-7-2-12". "LM-7-2-12" is basically "Loudmouth-G-B-L"- so Neon decided to name him Golfball because I say so- ndmsmsm

How's his personality like?

He's the classic little brother. Extrovert, innocent, a pure baby, can be a bit hyperactive but he is still baby and everyone loves him.

Can he talk?

Not really, since he's been trained for combat only he can only speaks in some sort of robot language made of squeaky robot noises- whenever he tries to actually speak, like- full words, he basically sounds like WALL-E

BACKSTORY TIME!

TIME FOR ANGST WOHOO

Golfball is a Loudmouth prototype, Loudmouth is the last enemy present in the Demo. This,,, kind of corporation or something was mad at Neon(the main character) and their creator, Oganesson, for,, some reason- So they decided to build robots real fast to try destroy them both. A lot of the prototypes were obv rejected because of malfunctions and stuff. Although Golfball was immediately rejected because he was starting to show sign of a somewhat developing free will.

Although that's not all

Someone in the team of robot makers had a very horrifying idea. "If we have to beat this 'Neon' we must surprise them with something they don't expect". In the game, Neon is able to max out their power so much that they literally go Super Saiyan mode. With their Resonance maxed, Neon can be LITERALLY UNSTOPPABLE unless they get hit again. This someone though that the only solution left was to fight fire with fire.

So, they started taking experiments with the rejected prototypes to make sure that they would be able to max out their Resonance. Comes out that Golfball was one of the chosen ones.

Idk how but they managed to find a way to make the robots max out their Resonance, although it could've been extremely harmful. Most of them exploded as they literally had no limits with overloading. They would be able to fight until the last moments of life, none of the robots could feel pain. Everyone except for Golfball. He begin to feel so much pain that he had to pray his testers to make it stop. They did, and threw him in the pit of rejected prototypes again.

Although he STILL can max up his Resonance, it won't last long, but it would be like torture for him

Idk If I should cry or be proud of my own crime-

But how did Neon found him?

After the Loudmouth fight, Neon goes exploring and finds the pit with all the rejected prototypes. Since Golfball can recharge his battery thanks to some emergency solar panels, when Neon literally destroyed the floor, a bit of light came in, so Golfball could wake up again. Due to his programming tho, he immediately shoots a few energy bullets at Neon, but faints afterwards due to low battery.

Neon brings him home with them, trying to not let Oganesson, aka their dad, find out about him for a few days. Although some of the damages on Golfball's body were pretty serious and Neon had to ask for Oganesson's help.

And that's all I have for him! Hope you enjoy the baby o-o

[springday-aus]

Tech Kid!AU with Chan

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Group: Seventeen

Member: Dino / Lee Chan

Genre: fluff, romance

part of the Odd Summer Jobs!AU ⤗ introduction of the Summer Boys!

check out the others on the au masterlist!

Type: Bulletpoint AU 

Word Count: 1.6k 

so Chan works around his neighborhood as a tech kid

he usually helps the older people, like grandparents or other adults with empty nests

you know, people without a younger generation to rely on

because of that, he doesn’t really do anything that’s necessarily… hard

most of the time he literally just turns the computer on and off

others are just updates on, like, phones or something

(Chan’s mom literally makes him do that shit all the time, which is what made him be the “tech kid” of the summer boys)

because of this job tho, he’s got a rep as their adopted grandson throughout his neighborhood

it’s really sweet

so there are other things he does, but they’re fairly easy

he gets called to help set up new laptops or desktops or something like that

sometimes parents call him to help their children set up like gaming laptops

but, like, they already know what they’re doing and he gets paid just for reading some manual instructions lol

most of the time it usually ends up with him spending like two hours teaching them how to use the mouse and type on the keyboard and all that other stuff

the other summer boys feel really bad for him because sometimes the customers get super infuriating

not in the sense that they’re rude or anything

it’s more of like, who doesn’t know how to use a fucking laptop mouse?

(but also, like, Mark struggles with technology all the time and whenever Chan points this out, the boys are like Mark who?) 

the thing is tho is that Chan actually has a lot of patience and he thinks it’s super funny whenever these people struggle against technology

the amount of times he’s been called over to Soonyoung’s place is insane, but Chan thinks it’s super funny whenever he’s practically slamming his hands onto the keyboard

Soonyoung: “so if I click this…”

Chan: “hyung, you don’t have to click the left and right side of the computer mouse”

Soonyoung: “thEN WHAT ARE THEY FOR CHAN”

Chan: “I should really raise my hourly wage”

Soonyoung: “I’m just trying to make a presentation for this class why am I struggling so much” T^T

but yeah, his job isn’t necessarily hard

on some rare occasions it’ll be like programming or something but

he also knows how to do basic coding so

(he thanks his university’s stupid acadmic requirements for that)

and if not, there’s google

so he meets you because you needed some help with your laptop

it’s very old and you are very reluctant to to buy a new one

why?

because you have the mind of a 90 year old

which means you got the hang of this laptop and don’t know how to use other ones

so when a friend gives you an old laptop bc you won’t just buy a new one…………..

things get complicated quickly

because, first of all, the laptop is one of those fancy ass 2 in 1 laptops

and you didn’t even know that

…………. until you opened it to clean it and it started malfunctioning

not really malfunctioning, but more of…….. weird

anyways

your friend knew you were going to need some help, so your friend recommended calling Chan to help you set it up

You: “you want me to pay a guy to help me with something I can google on my phone?”

“try to google it on your new laptop then” :)

“fuck you” 

so you get his number from your friend and shoot him a text

a couple of minutes later, he sent a response and you arrange a time together, also providing your address and all the other details

when he comes, it’s a bit awkward but it’s okay

you didn’t really expect him to be this young

but it’s fine

he goes in and makes small talk as he opens your laptop and such

he mentions his university, his major and club activities

and you talk a bit about yourself too

like your summer plans

the things you’re doing and what you’re prepping up for

once he gets your laptop open and started, he turns to you

Chan: “so what’s the problem?”

You: “..... there’s not exactly a problem, it’s more of a complication”

Chan: “complication?”

You: “I don’t… exactly know how to use it”

Chan: “why did you get this laptop then?”

You: “I didn’t really get it… it was more of a gift”

he raises an eyebrow, but he doesn’t say anything else

although there is a hint of a smirk

You: “could you just… help me figure this out?”

You: “I just don’t know the functions and stuff and I really don’t want to break it”

Chan: “okay, okay, give me a bit of time to mess with it and I’ll teach you”

so he messes around the laptop to figure out its functions and such

you’re on the side, just chatting with him as he does his thing

you both bond

it’s like that for a hot bit

but then he passes the laptop to you

Chan: “your turn” :)

You: oh shit

this is when the fun really begins

and by fun, I mean insanity

it was just two hours of you struggling

Chan: “so, there’s a stylus pen included for the touch function”

You: “ooooo, where?”

Chan: “it’s on the right side”

You: “I don’t see anything”

Chan: “you have to press the right side”

You: “press?? the right side???”

Chan: “(Y/N), not literally, there’s a part you have to—oh my God”

your brain cells were struggling to work with the technology

lowkey he was laughing real hard on the inside and failing to contain it

he lost it tho when you were trying to flip the screen into tablet mode and screamed because you thought you broke it for a hot sec

you know he was laughing at you but he looked pretty cute doing it

You: “laugh all you want, but when you’re suffering like this, I’ll be there”

Chan: “trust me, you aren’t as bad as some of my friends”

You: “I doubt it”

Chan: “you haven’t met Mark”

Chan: “I’m pretty sure he still has an ipod somewhere”

You: “..... really?”

so eventually he does have to leave

it took a while but you got there eventually

he also invites you out

Chan: “I feel like you would get along with my friends, would you like to join us for a movie night?”

(you didn’t notice him looking at you from how you were looking at him)

You: “yeah, sure, sounds fun”

and hence your first unofficial date

it was fun

the other boys easily let you in and they were real easy going

you all got along and had a lot of fun as time went by

Mark: “the ending was all interconnected”

Renjun: “you know that’s called a wrap up… you know… as a point of the movie”

and then when it was all over, Chan walked you home

Hansol: “oooooo”

Jaemin: “cute”

(he advised you to ignore them, but the redness of his ears shows how he didn’t even listen to his own advice lmao)

the walk home was a bit short, yet the conversation just kept going

and I don’t mean just the walk, you two kept in touch through texting

so that also meant spending more time together

hanging out

and getting to know one another

it’s cute bc some of the time is spent trying to teach you how to use your technology

Chan: “was this a seduction tactic to provide you with free services?”

You: “100% Channie”

he came over once with some of his video games and the two of you had a blast

(even though it took awhile for you to understand the controls)

at some point he was real close when he was trying to move your fingers along the controls……………….

hm, yes

you highkey just kept staring at his face rather than the controls and you were just………..heavily distracted

anyways

you actually come with him to some of his jobs

his usuals (i.e. the elders) think it’s super cute

“you brought your partner with you!!! hi!!!!”

they gave you cookies and you were sold: you were never going to leave

well, you did bc Chan dragged you out

while he works tho, you kind of just admire him from the side

you do feel kind of bad for him whenever he has to work with people who are just as bad with technology as... well, you 

but he always reassures you

Chan: “this is good because you can see what you look like”

You: “...... I can always leave”

Chan: “not with all these cookies you can’t”

You: “goDDAMN IT”

that’s the summary of your relationship lmao

he’s the tech kid and you just…… struggle

but it’s okay

you have him :)

you know what’s cute tho??

bc he like knows how to code and shit

he knows all these cute little things to do for your laptop

(he highkey got inspiration from watching Strong Woman Dong Bong Soon to make your wallpaper into his face with animated heart emojis)

by cute things, I mainly mean messages rather than actual things

he’s not great with his words

he’s trying and it’s cute but like his actions show his affections and you eat that shit up

another thing tho

while he doesn’t say anything about physical affection

he really likes it

one time, you grabbed his hand to show him something at a shopping window

and he just kept looking at it bc he couldn’t look at you

but he also didn’t pull away

after that tho, you did amp up the skinship and he’s just…….. sigh

it’s great

you’re both having fun with each other like a couple of cuties running through a flower field

[squipy]

I had to re post becauae I forgot to tag @mc-creatives whoops anyways have this it's short but eh. https://docs.google.com/document/d/1yJUymOu5MDvtM2M3JfxwPvCEJMn46VYTMuXb4i0iOck/edit?usp=drivesdk

They did it, they were in a good spot  on the list, things were going good for her team. She smiled heading back to the voting room for the next game a sweet smile on her face.  Squip leaned by the barrier  before she noticed jay with a power up, it was the power up that stopped one team from voting for a game "oooo who are you gwoing to uwse it on'' she said her eyes sparkling in joy a bit of her baby talk slipping out due to the excitement. 

Jay laughed and smirked, bouncing the power up in there hand before making eye contact and throwing it at the red rabbits. The red rabbits were instantly dropped in water with some squids leaving them unable to vote. The team chuckled before deciding on what game to vote for. They decided to go for ace race as most of them were light on their feet. 

     This time the team's wishes were answered and  the game was chosen. She smiled, waving hello to the camera, making a little heart with her hands before teleporting. Her team was given a trident and elytra wings. Squip grumbled as she wasn't used to the wings she usually just flew whenever but rules were rules. She swung the trident around bonking her head with it. She didn't go deep into the ocean due to her friend cookie jar being afraid of water so she wasn't used to the pointy thing. 

Time felt slower apparently there was a malfunction going on that would cause glitching. Squip gulped holding onto the trident and making sure the jacket was zipped up nicely before the announcer came on saying things where ready to go. 

The countdown started and she got into a running/take off section before zooming quickly as the alarms went off. She closed her eyes following the course. It was rather large making her feel small. It reminded her of that curse her friend Echo gave her don't make a bet with a pyromaniac as she says nowadays. 

   The first lap was finished and Squip felt good about it. She didn't care what place she was in. She just loved the feeling of going fast and flying. She closed her eyes feeling as if she was back home her friends out on a beautiful adventure. She felt light and carefree as if nothing could hurt her. She laughed cheerfully while doing some tricks In the air. She spun in the air flipping as she shot in the air from the boost pads.  She felt the sun shine down on her wings making her more cheerful and Bright. 

  However during the second lap some communication started from the audience and others. It turned out squip had managed to perform a glitch by accident causing her to start flying of some sorts. " She's definitely cheating, " said a person with an odd mask in the audience. 

The person next to them pushed them lightly "it's probably just a glitch, squip knows better than to cheat " said an owl like lady.

"If she's cheating that means we taught her well" said a woman with white hair who was spinning around flint and steel. 

 

"If she is actually cheating she's in big trouble" said a very tall bird like man before they all turned back to the competition. 

Back to the game, Squip was trying to stay calm while flying though basically half the map she tried to explain to her teammates what was going on. "Say something cute or funny for the people who are recording" said person 

Squip kinda just made awkward noises before having to fly down to get into the water portion "well the good news is that I'm in first" she said with a chuckle. 

 Her teammates simply laughed with her making her relax and go back into a cheerful hyper state of mind floating and running quickly along the pads that was before she jumped onto another jumpy pad and managed to pull the glitch off again she shrugged it off this time tho and just did some tricks in the air with a childish laugh. "Bouncy bouncy bouncy" she said while in the middle of the flying glitch again. 

 She smirked wanting to finish this laugh being a bit of a show off. She didn't usually show off but she wanted to show her skills. So she bounced and ran through the water and boost pads before finishing with a big smile.  "Umm squip can we talk to you for a moment" said a voice. 

Squip nodded keeping her head down scared she was in trouble...let's just hope she's not 

[jadeile-writes]

Fanfic Progress Update 78

Hi everyone<3 Time to see what I’ve managed to write this week. Stay tuned to the end of this post for a spoiler-y glimpse into the next chapter of Adventure gone Mini.

Current WIPs:

Adventure gone Mini

Fandom: Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild / The Minish Cap

Summary: Sidon is given his very own Sheikah Slate, the first replica Purah has managed to make, and sets out to travel with Link with the intention of registering warp points for convenient travel in the future. However, when a malfunction shrinks them down to the size of bugs, and they meet little people called the Minish, they have to change their plans from “fun adventuring” to “getting out of this mess”. Not that those two have to exclude one another. Link/Sidon.

Progress: Chapter 42 is the current latest chapter and was posted on 19th of August. Chapter 43 has been started and is scheduled for 8th of September.

I post a new chapter every three weeks on Wednesdays. These updates always include a sneak-peek for the next chapter, slowly getting longer over the three weeks waiting period.

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Experiment in Romance

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Summary (temporary): Husk’s afterlife takes an odd turn when a drunk Alastor knocks on his door and has no intention of going to his own room for the night. It only gets weirder from there, leaving Husk with a most unexpected arrangement with the Radio Demon. Either it’ll be the best decision in his afterlife, or he’s simply out to break his own damn heart dealing with the fickle asshole. Radiohusk.

Progress: Chapter 1 is ready. Chapter 2 has been edited more, because I was apparently still unhappy with its pacing when I opened it to write it. The funny thing is that while I did write new stuff, I also removed a bunch of old stuff that was making it drag, and the end result is that the word count is about the same it was when I started. Still progress tho? XD;

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Hah! Our afterlife is the most hilarious bushwa, dearest

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Summary: This is not a stand-alone story! This is a oneshot/drabble collection in the universe as “Shit, the Radio Demon is a part of my afterlife”. Read the main story before bothering with this one.

I decided to give my readers a chance to throw Radiohusk prompts at me, and had the Afterlife-verse as an option to set the stories in. Everyone liked that, so this fic is now a thing. Enjoy the extra mischief from these two dorks!

Progress: Chapter 25 is the current latest chapter and was posted on 21st of August. Chapter 26 is half-written and will be posted on 28th of August. A sneak-peek will be posted the previous Thursday.

I have 12 prompts left.

This fic receives a new chapter every Friday.

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RadioHusk artist/writer collaboration event fic (workname)

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Summary: Alastor’s regular morning in the hotel includes mayhem, coffee, favouritism, and hopefully kitty petting. Radiohusk.

Progress: Half-written. To be posted before 31st of August. Hopefully next Tuesday or Wednesday. We’ll see.

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Other WIPs I’m not currently working on but intend to get back to someday:

PoE Drabbles (Pillars of Eternity)

DC Drabbles (Justice League)

Diaphanous Relations (Forgotten Realms, R.A. Salvatore’s books)

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That’s it for the WIPs! Here’s the promised sneak-peek into Adventure gone Mini (Note: the text may end up slightly different in the fic itself due to more editing happening before publishing). Enjoy!

Mini

Two days. Link and Sidon had been walking in the swampy, misty, exhausting forest for two days now. The only reason they knew this was because their Sheikah Slates had clocks in them; otherwise they would have had to make guesses based on the frequency of their breaks and meals, because it wasn't like they could see the sun to keep track of time the easy way. And let's just say that their guesses would have been very off if they had based them on those factors, because Link needed to rest his poor feet all the damn time and he was constantly starved from the energy it took him to just walk. This terrain was worse than snow or sand in his opinion, even though he hated walking in the desert and the snowy lands as well.

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That’s it this time. See you next Saturday!

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