#until the end o7

[kyasunn]

(They hear Etho losing his last life)

Grian: Etho, my boy!

Cleo: Etho, you're my b-! (chokes up)

Cleo, turning to prepare arrows: Right. So they have chosen death.

(They didn't hear Etho as he ran from Scar, trying to get to safety. "I'm going home, everybody. I'm dying in my home.")

[zerothakun]

Spooky deathduo!

[pickaropoprocks]

Day 29!!

[stonerzelda]

days at work rally are just gettjng progressively more and more depressing and making me insecure as shit but in other news to all astarian fans: i geddit neow. humbly bows my head

[inksandpensblog]

Chosen has been alive for 4 and a half years, but he’d been imprisoned and enslaved. He’d never seen another stick figure before Dark. All he knew was fighting, being forced to destroy pop-ups, and trying to escape. Does HE know the nature of other living things? Does HE know how to behave towards others of his kind? Does HE understand the concept of death?

Chosen was older. Chosen had experienced different things from Dark. Chosen probably experienced pain and fear at Alan’s hands…Was that enough to give him the basis for a sense of morality? Enough to instill him with the ability to empathize?

We must remember that Chosen spared Dark.

Chosen had no qualms about (seemingly) killing the icons on Alan’s pc, but he spared Dark.

Because of this, I used to think that this factored into why he was fine with attacking Yahoo and Angry Birds, but began having second thoughts once they reached StickPage. I figured that stickfigures were more real, to him. But of course, then Newgrounds doesn’t make sense, as many of the animations there aren’t stickfigures. But, I thought, maybe StickPage was just the jolt he needed to really start looking, and Newgrounds was him following through.

The first time Chosen saw a living stick besides himself, he spared them.

Now I wonder. Maybe it wasn’t the fact of Dark being a stickfigure, that stayed Chosen’s hand.

Maybe it was the fact that Dark was also created by noogai.

Theory: The Newgrounds attack takes place On October 2nd, immediately after Dark and Chosen escape.

I’ve touched upon how I think the Timeline is a little wonky in this regard before, but I just couldn’t stop thinking about it.

And I think I’ve figured it out.

When Victim first escapes Alan’s PC, he first goes to Yahoo.

I even made a joke about it in my last post, about how Alan’s taken the piss out of Yahoo before.

But, well, that previous time?

The Flashback.

But moreso: Yahoo is the first thing Chosen and Dark are shown attacking during the Flashback.

Both Victim AND Chosen and Dark end up at Yahoo after they escape.

And there might be a reason for it:

Alan’s PC was originally tethered to Yahoo. [It also seemed to have an offshoot connection to MSN, which it took me an hour to identify that logo as I was unfamiliar with it.] That was the primary webstring (tunnel, but I wanna call them webstrings bc world wide web) to his IP box. And His IP only originally has one webstring coming out of it.

Until Victim does...Whatever THIS is. And causes ALL OF THE IP addresses to become tethered to the Outernet directly.

[Victim not being uploaded anywhere and coming directly from a PC in a rocket made of computer program parts might have significance on why the Barrier became connected to the IP Boxes, but that’s a different theory for another day.]

So currently, Alan’s PC has two connections to it: One that leads to Yahoo/MSN, and another that leads directly to the Outernet.

We all assumed that Chosen and Dark went right to the Outernet when they left his old PC, because it was implied that that tunnel was the same one Chosen had COME from and that he and the Color Gang were currently going through; a webstring that does spit them out into the Outernet.

But they didn’t.

Dark and Chosen did not go through the Outernet webstring.

They went to through the YAHOO webstring.

I refuse to believe it’s a coincidence that they ended up on Yahoo first, or just happened to choose to attack Yahoo first, when Yahoo is shown to be directly connected to Alan’s IP box.

They never went to the Outernet. They went from Alan’s PC DIRECTLY TO Yahoo.

Which means that the first part of the Flashback is showing the events of what Chosen and Dark did IMMEDIATELY after they escaped.

Yahoo was the first place they were spit out into, so they decided to destroy it too. Why not? They just literally got done destroying Alan’s computer, why not wreck more human shit?

Victim and Chosen/Dark’s paths differ after Yahoo.

Victim goes to Runescape, then Myspace, to the Singh Family IP Box, where he crashes out of and into GracesPC, where he’s taken to Newgrounds, and then he crashes into the Outernet.

Chosen and Dark, if the Flashback showed their complete journey, went from Yahoo, to Angry Birds, to StickPage, to Newgrounds.

The websites are shown to have dozens, if not hundreds of webstrings attached to them. Each leading to different places: other websites, other programs, other IP Boxes.

It’s totally possible that Dark and Chosen just went through a different webstring than Victim did to end up at Angry Birds instead, especially if they stopped to destroy Yahoo. Victim just made a (somewhat straight) shot through. But they could have just picked an exit at random.

I made a diagram for it:

It this theory is true, then it implies that StickPage is the first time both Dark and Chosen are seeing other living stick figures besides each other.

And that some HUGE implications.

Do Chosen and Dark realize what they’re doing, when they’re attacking stick figures?

Do they understand that other sticks are alive like them? That other sticks can be hurt, that they can feel pain? Do Chosen and Dark have a concept of death? Do they even realize they’re causing death to the sticks they’re attacking?

Dark was literally just created THAT DAY. How much does he know? How much does he understand?

How much knowledge does a stick figure possess, innately, when they’re created?

Chosen has been alive for 4 and a half years, but he’d been imprisoned and enslaved. He’d never seen another stick figure before Dark. All he knew was fighting, being forced to destroy pop-ups, and trying to escape. Does HE know the nature of other living things? Does HE know how to behave towards others of his kind? Does HE understand the concept of death?

Dark was made to kill Chosen, and the first moments of his life were spent attempting to fulfill that purpose. And then he went immediately into destroying the computer. And then immediately into destroying websites.

Dark had nothing to teach him that wanton destruction and mass murder wasn’t okay to do. He and Chosen simply did them, and he found he liked doing them. He didn’t have a moral compass to tell him it was wrong, and he didn’t have the opportunity to properly develop one. There was no resistance to prevent him from becoming a psychopath who enjoyed hurting and killing other living beings.

Because Chosen certainly wasn’t stopping him. Not yet, at any rate.

But Chosen...Chosen was older. Chosen had experienced different things from Dark. Chosen probably experienced pain and fear at Alan’s hands. (Victim’s backstory has got me fully doubting that Chosen was just left to twiddle his thumbs when he wasn’t being used as a pop-up blocker. Alan hurt Chosen too. Chosen just probably never died from it.) Was that enough to give him the basis for a sense of morality? Enough to instill him with the ability to empathize?

Is that why Chosen pauses, when Mitsi dies? Is he starting to realize the full consequences of their actions? That they’re killing sticks?

Or does none of this even matter? Was Dark made from the start to be an evil psychopath and that’s why he is the way he is? Was Chosen made ‘normal’ and simply chose to be an asshole because he was angry?

How much of it is their nature vs their lack of life experience?

This might be the reason why Chosen is participating in the Newgrounds attack. It’s so early into HIS life that he hasn’t had those changes to his morals yet. This might be the START of that change. The instigating event. The things that start causing him doubt his own actions, that eventually blooms into distaste and guilt. That eventually allows him to see that Dark’s behavior isn’t right.

That allows him to recognize his own behavior isn’t right.

The Flashback attacks have set in motion the divide between them on what their characters eventually become: Chosen develops a sense of morality, Dark does not.

Both the party and the Flashback attacks are happening on October 2nd, 2011, mere hours after Chosen and Dark have escaped.

There IS one potential snag to this theory, and that's the escape portal.

And that is, admittedly, a massive one.

That LOOKS like a Chosen-made portal. It even makes the same sounds as the ones in The Virus and The Chosen One Returns did.

But we never see nor hear what a 'normal' entrances/exit to a website looks like. We see Victim exiting them in side profile, not as they look from the surface level.

It's very possible that Chosen is just opening up the entrance into a webstring when he makes his portals.

The webstring to the Outernet already exists. He's not MAKING a connection, just opening a door.

And a webstring from Newgrounds to the Outernet ALSO already exists.

That's what I think the escape portal is, this webstring that was made when Victim fundamentally changed the entire fabric of digital reality by complete accident. Dude had a busy day that day.

Honestly, I don't think even The Chosen One has the ability to MAKE webstrings. They seem like they're fundamental connections across the internet that had been pretty well established before Victim did his thing. And that was a MASSIVE amount of energy that was released to create those new webstrings.

The entire way the internet digital space works feels very cosmic to me. Like some massive inspiration was taken from the universe in it's design. The IP Boxes look like stars, the websites planets, and they sheer nothingness in between feels like a vacuum.

I don't think it's IMPOSSIBLE to make new webstrings [I actually theorize Dark figured out how to do so with the cliff side portals] just...

Beyond Chosen's ability to do so himself.

Hence: the webstring between Newgrounds and the Outernet.

The wobbly weird-sounded hole in the ground might just be what they look like naturally. Or someone else opened it. We have no confirmation that's an ability unique to Chosen.

So that's my theory. Chosen and Dark never went to the Outernet before they started their rampage. They rampaged, and THEN probably went to the Outernet.

Where they probably got stuck, for at least a little bit. Cuz, y'know, the Sky Barrier is solid. (Also hey Signh Family IP)

[derrypubliclibrary]

WRITING CALNCELLED why is it so cold in my room. im shaking & shivering what happend.

[irrealisms]

something that i don't feel like i've seen enough posts about is the fact that. it was a joke. jack logged on as a joke because he lost a bet, intending to "take the piss". it takes maybe a few minutes for him to see the manishroom in his inventory and get genuinely emotional about it, as something he's had since the beginning of the server, as something that represents a hugely important time and series of events in his life. it's--it wasn't planned. it was just... a joke. until, suddenly, it wasn't.

and if that's not the best, most fitting end to the dream smp, i don't know what would be. o7

[vasito-de-leche]

I love, LOVE your characterization of the Saja Boys, and while I know you’ve only written complete dating hcs for Baby and Abs, I was hoping if it was okay if I could request something with the Saja Boys (separately) where it follows the prompt “you're about to argue but you're so pretty that his brain short circuits”? If you don’t want to write for all of them, then maybe you could do Baby and Abs (separately)?

;KPOP DEMON HUNTERS SAJA BOYS - "Too Pretty"

Saja Boys (separate) x Reader 2.5k words silly, fluff Being a demon's soft spot has its benefits. Who would've thought?

i'm so glad you like the way I write them!! this prompt sounded so fun, I just had to try my hand at it, thank you!

this also served as a way for me to slowly figure out how I'd like to characterize the other members o7 I tried to keep the relationship vague enough to be read as whatever people want, so hope that comes across well enough. also also, dont let these dramatic edgy idols fool you, all drabbles end up being silly and cute

JINU

"Are you even listening, Jinu?"

He is, of course. But he'd rather not, especially when you're getting worked up over nothing; so much for escaping an endless cycle of torture in the underworld, he now has to deal with a brand new mess, pacing behind him like a madman. By now, you've probably noticed the monotonous and non-committal answers he's been giving on loop.

"Uh-huh," Jinu's eyes never stray from the notebook in front of him, attempting to come up with a better verse for an upcoming song. And he knows he's fucked up when he hears you groan, stomping towards him.

"Okay, okay. Maybe I stopped listening abooout ... five or ten minutes ago, who's counting, but--"

Your hand comes into view, fast as lighting, and he can only look as you snatch the notebook away from him. Great, awesome.

There goes the perfect verse in his head. He remains frozen for a moment, the hand holding a pen still hovering over the now empty spot on his desk until your voice reaches him once more.

"If you're not going to listen, at least tell me so I don't waste my time talking to you."

Jinu slouches in his seat, raising both hands to cover his face, before sliding them upwards to slick back his hair in a feeble attempt at regaining his composure. You can't even see him from this angle, his back turned to you, but he still rolls his eyes.

You want to argue? Get it out of your system? Fine, he can give you the fight you want.

In one swift motion, his position changes; now he's straddling the chair, a powerplay he's come to master after bickering with his own band for so long, eyes closed as he prepares to deliver a devastating comeback to rile you up. But when he looks up, the golden glow in his eyes wavers--you're standing so close in front of him, looking down at his seated form with your arms crossed, as if daring him to speak.

He doesn't, and you tilt forwards, hair cascading over him so that the only thing he can focus is your face in this one-sided glaring contest.

Jinu has seen you at your best and your worst, but this is the first time he's found himself at the other end of your undivided attention and anger. It is as intimidating as it is alluring. What are you doing to him? Is this allowed? His neck feels hot, his face feels hot. The room feels like it's on fire, but not the same type of hellfire he's grown used to; it's a different sort of warmth, equal parts shame and pleasure as he takes in the sight. His lips part without him noticing, whispering ever so gently.

"Pretty ..."

"What was that?" Fuckfuckfuckfuck.

"Shitty. I said you look. Shitty. As in, you look like shit. Being angry isn't doing you any favors, you know? You should get some rest, okay. Byeee."

Without giving you any time to react, Jinu fumbles over his words, trips over your furniture and he stumbles out of your apartment in a rush, almost breaking into a sprint for the elevator. It's only when the doors close that he allows himself to breathe in and out, finally noticing the extra passenger inside with him. His bird companion chirps smugly, and Jinu groans into his palms.

"I don't want to talk about it."

ROMANCE

"I didn't mean it like that!"

Romance scoffs at your words, still refusing to leave his room. All the heart shaped decorations seem to mock him as he leans his full weight against the door, easily preventing you from entering no matter how hard you try to rattle the doorknob.

Both of you find yourself at the edge of an argument, and the decision to escalate things lies solely on his hands. He knows this because he can practically hear the affection in your words, even as you whine and tell him to get over himself to talk to you, face to face. That alone is enough to make Romance's chest tighten--no matter how many times he does this, this game of push and pull, you still make sure to chase after him time and time again.

Surely you must be reaching your breaking point; nobody is strong enough to withstand this much heartbreak. Maybe if he tries a little harder, you'll realize that there's nothing good in a future with him.

All he has to do is stay silent and wait for you to leave.

"Then what did you mean?" His voice is whiny, it always is. But you always insist that you love that about him, the way he feels so deeply about everything.

"You really want to argue about something like this?" You're right, you usually are--he's making things difficult when he's not even officially yours. "Well, I don't. So you can call me once you've cooled off."

And just like that, it's quiet; there's no more pressure pushing against him from the other side of the door, no more cutesy nicknames and attempts at coercing him out. Romance's heart drops, and he practically claws his way out, torn between cursing you out for proving him right and leaving, or begging you to take him back and sort everything out as if he hadn't been the one to start this. He's taken only a single step out of the threshold of his sanctuary when your smile greets him--you're leaning casually against the door frame, pretending to inspect your nails.

"So, are you done brooding all by yourself, handsome?"

That playful grin renders Romance speechless; the contrast of your casual attitude against his frenzied panic is impossible to ignore, he's gone through all five stages of grief in under a minute while your trust in him never wavered. Absence truly makes the heart grow fonder because there's a glint in your eyes that tugs at his heartstrings, wild strands of hair that he'd love to twirl in his fingers and kiss ever so gently. Romance knows that you'll let him if he asks for permission, and a knot forms in his throat, face flushed bright pink.

"No." It's all he manages to squeak out before closing the door once more.

"Rommie! Are you mad at me or not?!"

"I don't??? Know??? I need a moment! Just stay there!"

ABBY

"That's the last time I take you anywhere. You can't just pick a fight like that, Abby!" Abby sinks even deeper into the plush cushions of the couch as you continue to scold him, as if his sulking and his silence could single-handedly help him win this argument.

He's already found himself a comfortable spot, but you're still fussing about the living room, throwing your shoes to the side, sending your jacket flying onto the backrest of the sofa, pausing to drink and slamming the glass on the counter a little harder than necessary. Abby knows better than to try and stop you, so he stays put, waiting for his opening.

"What if anyone saw? Did you even think about that? The amount of trouble you'd be in?"

Those are all very good questions that he never bothered to consider; in fact, he still refuses to think about the consequences. There's no point in doing so when you managed to pull him away before he could do any damage to anyone, or to his own reputation as an idol.

"Like they'd even care," Abby huffs, trying to blow a strand of hair out of his eyes. "Just catching a glimpse of us outside is enough to make everyone turn a blind eye, it's almost too easy to work the crowd. One flex of these guns and any broken noses will be totally forgotten."

He makes an attempt to flex said guns, but he finds you looming over him from behind the couch, your grasp on his wrists as steady as death. There is a wild look in your expression, one he can't quite understand, but he finds it impossible to tear his eyes away from you. Getting to play the part of guard dog for you comes as easy as breathing, Abby can't get enough of the little tells that give you away, letting him know that you enjoy his antics--but it never crossed his mind that the tables could be reversed like this.

"Fine, let me put it this way! What if you got in trouble or worse, what if you got hurt? Ever thought of that one? Just because you're an all mighty demon doesn't mean you're--"

"You're hot when you're mad." He blurts out.

"I--What?"

A chance to rectify his mistake is presented to him, and he immediately pivots away from it when you blink your pretty eyes at him in confusion. "I said that you're hot when you're--"

"I heard you the first time, Abby. It's just--were you listening to what I was saying?" Okay, this is his chance to steer the conversation back on track. It's very easy, he just has to--

"If I say no, will you scold me some more?"

"Oh my God. Abby. Nevermind."

MYSTERY

Arguing with you is a rare occurrence.

But so is speaking to you, or engaging in any sort of conversation at all with anyone. This is one of the many perks that came with his role as the cool, mysterious and aloof member of the Saja Boys; anything he didn't feel like addressing could be easily swept under the rug and left ignored for centuries. This had been Mystery's modus operandi for years, and he wasn't planning on changing it any time soon.

You, on the other hand, were the opposite, filling the silence he often sought so desperately, until your voice became background noise in his life, a constant, confusing and somewhat comforting presence that simply followed him around.

Mystery still remembers the first time he deigned himself to reply, something off-handed that didn't matter at all, and yet you clung to his every word and went the extra mile to include him in your one-sided talks. It took a long time for the demon to get used to this, and an even longer time to acknowledge the fact that he enjoys the sound of your laughter, way better than the miserable voices crawling in the back of his mind.

Which is why the claustrophobic and oppressive silence lingering in the room irks him to no end. You're supposed to be talking, not playing hard to get or ignoring him over a stupid argument; the way you brush past him, barely acknowledging his existence as you go about your day is getting under his skin in ways he never knew were possible.

And then, for a fleeting second, you meet his gaze--this moment lasts for an eternity in his eyes, and he opens his mouth to speak, to seize the opportunity and break the ice, but before he can get a single word out, you turn around and begin to scroll through your phone. That's the last straw.

Mystery stands up and forces himself into your peripheral, hands firmly planted on the wall, trapping you in.

For the first time in forever, he wants to scream, to bark, to growl and give you a piece of his mind. But when he sees the way you awkwardly avoid his gaze, fiddling with your hands and standing at your tiptoes, Mystery relents and his frustration is replaced with something else; endearment. You're still wearing his merch, one of the very first shirts the Saja Boys released long ago with his name written on it, you're still attempting to hide from him despite knowing there's nowhere in the world you could go without him finding you.

Slowly, Mystery raises a hand towards you, enjoying your half-hearted attempt at shaking him off, pretending to bite the air near him.

And then he pinches your nose. "Cute."

After that, he leaves. You'll come around when you feel like it.

BABY

"You went too far this time, there was no need to get so personal back there."

"That's the entire point of dissing someone, duh. So, was it good? Did you like it?" Baby kicks his feet, hands cupping his cheeks to make himself look as innocent as possible. "I didn't know I could rhyme that many words with 'cunt' but it was soooo fun! Right, right?"

"Baby!"

Tsk. Guess it's the hard way today. That cute expression quickly turns into a scowl and he makes a bee-line for the fridge, if only to find something to drink and distract himself with.

He blows bubbles into the silly straw, sulking in the kitchen. "What? They got what they deserved. What kind of idiot would challenge me to a rap battle if they can't take the heat? Hellooooo, it's Baby Saja we're talking about."

"But it was a friendly thing, you turned it into a massacre for no reason."

"Heh," he knows he shouldn't, but he snickers to himself anyway. "Guess I did, huh? What, do you wanna have a go in their place?"

This is how Baby likes to play, to earn a reaction and entertain himself if only for a little--but you always know better than to play into his shenanigans. And you also know how to get a message through his thick skull, something that continues to astonish him to this day.

Baby continues to sip away on his drink as you busy yourself, fully believing himself to be the victor of this round. But dread starts to make its presence known deep in his chest as he sees you slowly gathering your things--this isn't how things usually go, you always stay the night at his place to keep him company, watching horrible romcoms, eating snacks and falling asleep at 5 a.m.

So why were you leaving?

"Hey, hey. Woaaah! Are you really going to ditch me because I got a little mean to some rando? That's so unfair." The look you give him is enough for his act to crumble, and Baby groans dramatically before hurrying to your side, tugging onto the hem of your sleeves. "Stay here! Pleeeeeeaase? I'll behave next time!"

It doesn't work; you pinch his cheeks and pull, stretching them like mochi. Your voice is stern, even after you let go. "You're old enough to know that what you have to say is 'sorry,' Baby. But if you want to beg for forgiveness, you'll have to try a little harder than that."

Shit. So much for being unfair, the tone of your voice and that look in your eye are more than enough to get all the thoughts in his mind twisted up--Baby hates when you don't indulge him, but even he has to admit that he loves that stubborn streak in you.

"What? Cat got your tongue? I know you well enough by now, there's no way you have nothing to say."

You never waver, meeting his eyes with the same intensity, running a hand through your hair. Baby's mouth turns into a fine line, followed by a pout. If he says anything right now, he'll most likely end up digging his own grave. You look SUPER hot right now, is that good enough to make up and get you to stay? Something like that would most likely earn him the silent treatment for a week.

"Sssssssorry ..."

"See, that wasn't so hard, was it--"

"...for being soooo damn good at my job. Like it's my fault?"

"I'll see you tomorrow Baby."

"Aw, c'mon!"

[tinamybeloved]

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[apopcornkernel]

if anyone else is curious, here are all the opinions from the tags so far 👀

@acediscowlng: #ngl my first reaction to this poll is that if this happened bruce would also be dead before jason got to him #we know he doesnt handle losing his children well #losing one turns him…. into a neurotic control freak who will be taking over the world #but four? (he still thinks jason is dead) and three in rapid succession? #uh. i cant imagine him handling it well. #but if he does manage to survive that #depends on how they died i guess #we know that he would be more willing to kill in the immediate aftermath of his kids death #but if given the time to stew? #uh…. i think he wouldnt kill the joker because he would hate the idea of being a hero altogether #he became batman because he wanted to be a person who could have saved his family #but he was the most batman batman could ever be and his family died anyway maybe even because he's batman #like how would he even carry on after that?

@modernoracleofdelphi: #what i want to happen; what would make sense to happen; and what would actually happen are all different answers #i think in any world where joker dies bruce cant be the one that does it. 2 is the most plausible joker dies scenario #i think the truth is somewhere between 4 6 & 7 but he tells himself 5 too when hes trying to seperate himself from his emotions #whats most likely to happen with the comic writers at the time the utrd was published is probably option 8 actually #where things are fundamentally Worse somehow. The way bruce treats jason would be darker and heavier #the worst outcome i could see being genuinely comic canon accurate is bruce slitting his throat and then putting him in arkham WITH joker #itd be framed as The Morally Rifht Decision because jason is 1) 'getting helped' & 2) where bruce cant impose his love onto him #(because its fine to love him as long as you dont have to look him in the eyes. its fine if you dont say it.) #i could also see him genuinely pitching it as protection for jason From jason. yeah he forcefully institutionalized you but jay… #cant you see he did it because he loves you? he just wants you to get better son. #Again: all of this would be posed as morally correct despite the obvious damage it would do #very clearly a Dont Come Home but also youre not allowed to leave him in any meanigful way

@fancyfade: #i think some of the no options are p much the same but anyway no #he is too stubborn to change his moral code wven if he thought it was his only option to have part of a family and not be miserable

@an-android-child: #number 6 literally number 6 #he has lost everything and it is his fault #everything he touches rots #he's been cursed since he was eight #there's no more love to give #just death

@havendance: #i think it changes nothing #but also everyone is dead and it's all his fault and his first mistake has come back to haunt him #i think if the choice Jason presented him with was different Bruce would let Jason kill him #if that's what Jason wanted

in my dream i ran a poll/hypothetical situation where dick, tim, and cass were also killed along with steph during or right after war games. which meant that in under the hood, bruce was alone for a completely different, completely involuntary reason.

anyways unrelated poll

Yes. And why shouldn’t he kill the Joker himself? His other children are all dead. Why risk losing the miracle that brought Jason back to him? He’s always wanted to kill the Joker, anyways. (And Jason will come home at last.)

Yes. He won’t kill, even now. But maybe he can lower the gun and watch Jason blow out the Joker’s brains. (Will it be enough for him to come home?)

Yes. He won’t kill and he won’t let Jason kill the Joker. But maybe he can turn a blind eye to the Red Hood as he rampages through Gotham’s criminal underworld. (Will it be enough for him to come home?)

No. The only thing he has left to live for is his code. He won’t betray his own morals. (Don’t come home.)

No. The only thing he has left to live for is Gotham. He won’t let a murderous vigilante run rampant in her streets. (Don’t come home.)

No. He was right, his own love is a death sentence. He will drive Jason to hatred, for his own safety. (Don’t come home.)

No. This changes nothing. (Don’t come home.)

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𝅭⠀abracadabra⠀.⠀aegon ii targaryen⠀૮⠀skeptical in a world where he’s a dragonrider with violet eyes, aegon is completely incredulous that a lady like you, who lives on the street of silk, could be a true clairvoyant witch who’ll reveal his future.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀female!user⠀⠀·⠀୧⠀⠀witch!user

⠀ 𝇈 𓈒 ︎ ּ⠀⠀TRACK O3: ⠀ ♥︎ ⠀⠀◟ ୨

𝅭⠀garden of eden⠀.⠀robert reynolds⠀૮⠀after so long, he had forgotten what real parties were like and although it was a terrible idea to go to one with his friends, he went anyway, impulsive as always, and he didn’t even need to get drunk to start dancing with a stranger when no one was looking at him.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀neutral!user⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✴⠀·⠀୧

⠀ 𝇈 𓈒 ︎ ּ⠀⠀TRACK O4: ⠀ ♥︎ ⠀⠀◟ ୨

𝅭⠀perfect celebrity⠀.⠀finnick odair⠀૮⠀the 74th hunger games were about to take place, the capitol was anxious for the reaping that would happen that week and your job as a trusted capitol intern was to interview the ladies' darling, finnick odair. oh, but don’t forget! he can’t talk more than he’s allowed to.⠀⠀⠀⠀neutral!user⠀⠀⠀ ✴⠀·⠀୧

⠀ 𝇈 𓈒 ︎ ּ⠀⠀TRACK O5: ⠀ ♥︎ ⠀⠀◟ ୨

𝅭⠀vanish into you⠀.⠀bucky barnes⠀૮⠀almost 80 years since he last saw you, he still had a picture of you next to his bed and even in secret, his biggest fear was to forget what your face looked like. but, what would happen if you just ran into each other on the street one day? as if you hadn’t spent the last few years looking for it in every opportunity. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀neutral!user⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀✴⠀·⠀୧

⠀ 𝇈 𓈒 ︎ ּ⠀⠀TRACK O6: ⠀ ♥︎ ⠀⠀◟ ୨

𝅭⠀killah⠀.⠀steve harrington⠀૮⠀look, it’s not that steve is an idiot who can’t speak and stutters every time he sees you, that’t not it! he has confidence and self-esteem... it’s just hard to breathe when you look like a really pretty killer ready to kill him.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀neutral!user⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✴⠀·⠀୧

⠀ 𝇈 𓈒 ︎ ּ⠀⠀TRACK O7: ⠀ ♥︎ ⠀⠀◟ ୨

𝅭⠀zombieboy⠀.⠀percy jackson⠀૮⠀probably, he was the biggest jerk and party animal at that whole college, the kind that many loved and many hated. but, now, after knowing that he broke up with his girlfriend, something else could happen.⠀⠀⠀ female!user⠀⠀·⠀୧⠀⠀frat!percy

⠀ 𝇈 𓈒 ︎ ּ⠀⠀TRACK O8: ⠀ ♥︎ ⠀⠀◟ ୨

𝅭⠀lovedrug⠀.⠀rhett abbott⠀૮⠀what was there between you and him if not a broken relationship? he had broken up with you two weeks ago, swearing it’d be the best for both of you, until he goes looking for a stiff drink and finds you dancing alone at the bar.⠀female!user⠀✴⠀·⠀୧

⠀ 𝇈 𓈒 ︎ ּ⠀⠀TRACK O9: ⠀ ♥︎ ⠀⠀◟ ୨

𝅭⠀how bad do u want me⠀.⠀natalie scatorccio⠀૮⠀what’s the harm in just accepting that you like the bad girl in her? stop acting like it’s a big problem for your perfect life, stop thinking so much! natalie just... wants to be with you, and if she can’t get that, she drinks, drinks and drinks again, prone to do shit.⠀⠀ female!user⠀⠀ ✴⠀·⠀୧

⠀ 𝇈 𓈒 ︎ ּ⠀⠀TRACK 1O: ⠀ ♥︎ ⠀⠀◟ ୨

𝅭⠀don’t call tonight⠀.⠀carmen berzatto⠀૮⠀the same old thing: things seemed fine, then you argued, it was all over and you told him not to call you. bullshit, he’d call anyway and you’d come back, one way or another, things won’t change anytime soon.⠀neutral!user⠀✴⠀·⠀୧

⠀ 𝇈 𓈒 ︎ ּ⠀⠀TRACK 11: ⠀ ♥︎ ⠀⠀◟ ୨

𝅭⠀shadow of a man⠀.⠀haymitch abernathy⠀૮⠀you didn’t see it as being selfish, but you also couldn’t deal with the possibility of it being—it was just what you felt, like you were in haymitch’s shadow the whole time. apparently, he’s the one who won the games and you were just the damsel in distress he saved. this will change, this has to change.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀female!user⠀⠀·⠀୧⠀⠀co-victor!user

⠀ 𝇈 𓈒 ︎ ּ⠀⠀TRACK 12: ⠀ ♥︎ ⠀⠀◟ ୨

𝅭⠀the beast⠀.⠀clark kent⠀૮⠀red eyes, devilish smile. this was clark kent—or rather, kal—the only way you knew him, a beast who knew exactly when he needed and wanted you. no talking, you know very well that he didn’t come here to talk.⠀⠀⠀⠀neutral!user⠀⠀·⠀୧⠀⠀red-k!clark

⠀ 𝇈 𓈒 ︎ ּ⠀⠀TRACK 13: ⠀ ♥︎ ⠀⠀◟ ୨

𝅭⠀blade of grass⠀.⠀robb stark⠀૮⠀from the day he wrapped a blade of grass around your finger and told you that you were his love and his queen, you knew robb would never let you go, even if it meant making more enemies than he could handle.⠀⠀female!user⠀⠀✴⠀·⠀୧

⠀ 𝇈 𓈒 ︎ ּ⠀⠀TRACK BONUS O1: ⠀ ♥︎ ⠀⠀◟ ୨

𝅭⠀john wayne⠀.⠀art donaldson⠀૮⠀what could you do if you really liked cowboys? no matter how many times your parents told you to stay away from him, he always came back into your life and you always got back into his mustang again.⠀⠀ neutral!user⠀⠀·⠀୧⠀⠀cowboy!art

⠀ 𝇈 𓈒 ︎ ּ⠀⠀TRACK BONUS O2: ⠀ ♥︎ ⠀⠀◟ ୨

𝅭⠀telephone⠀.⠀cate dunlap⠀૮⠀your asshole boyfriend is breaking up with you over the phone? seriously, how sad! cate couldn’t believe it, he’s the biggest bastard, isn’t he?even though she was the one who had rejected all his first three calls on your phone.⠀⠀ female!user⠀⠀ ✴⠀·⠀୧

⠀ 𝇈 𓈒 ︎ ּ⠀⠀TRACK BONUS O3: ⠀ ♥︎ ⠀⠀◟ ୨

𝅭⠀alejandro⠀.⠀franco colapinto⠀૮⠀you couldn’t care less who came or went in your love life, you didn’t like it when things took too long ’cause they made you tired. but, franco can’t deal with it, that’s the reason you broke up with him? no, you can’t do it!⠀ neutral!user⠀⠀✴⠀·⠀୧

⠀ 𝇈 𓈒 ︎ ּ⠀⠀TRACK BONUS O4: ⠀ ♥︎ ⠀⠀◟ ୨

𝅭⠀judas⠀.⠀owen taylor⠀૮⠀was it an exaggeration to think that the pastor’s son, responsible for your biblical teachings, was like the image of judas iscariotes? a traitor in his essence, using you and everyone around him to remain in his own lie. ⠀ ⠀ female!user⠀⠀⠀✴⠀·⠀୧

⠀ 𝇈 𓈒 ︎ ּ⠀⠀TRACK BONUS O5: ⠀ ♥︎ ⠀⠀◟ ୨

𝅭⠀paparazzi⠀.⠀patrick zweig⠀૮⠀your personal stalker, actor by day, paparazzi by night. patrick couldn’t handle a life where you weren’t the center of his thoughts, you can push him away, but not for long, he always found a way to get back.⠀⠀ ⠀⠀neutral!user⠀⠀·⠀୧⠀⠀stalker!pat

⠀ 𝇈 𓈒 ︎ ּ⠀⠀TRACK BONUS O6: ⠀ ♥︎ ⠀⠀◟ ୨

𝅭⠀diamond heart⠀.⠀robert floyd⠀૮⠀was it possible to fall in love with someone he barely knew? bob wasn’t sure, you were young and wild, but perfect in his eyes and he didn’t really care about the rest when he can just bring you closer.⠀⠀ female!user⠀⠀·⠀୧⠀⠀stripper!user

©⠀𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐙𝐓, 2025.⠀don’t use my work without my consent.

[gtwscratch]

Subject 013: Skizz Hoffmann

Skizz was actually so much fun to design! I loved drawing all his scars. I can’t wait to write him. :)

He was defiant and determined until the very end. o7

Only one Subject left, then we’re onto scientist ID cards. How’re we feeling about that, chat?

[ebony-blood]

OH MY GOODNESSS I was wondering, if you can pretty please do a lost boys X reader (poly if your comfortable with it) but she’s a wallflower? Like maybe she moved to Santa Carla and she’s bullied? Maybe a sprinkle of insecurity but ends up meeting the lost boys at the boardwalk and they just. Can’t. Leave. Her. Alone? She’s their mate and she’s so flustered cause the HOTTEST guys she’s ever seen are paying attention to her? Pretty pretty please?🥹🥹🥹 I’ll love you forever

Poly! The Lost Boys x Shy! Fem! Reader

Author's notes!: I had to look up what 'Wallflower' means lol, for those who don't know, a Wallflower is basically someone who kinda hangs back during parties because they are too shy. TW: READER IS FEM!! Bullying, mentioned violence, vampire stuff, the boys being obsessed right from the start. I tried so hard not to describe Reader in this, I try to be as inclusive as I can, but if anything is mentioned it's because I'm tired lol, I'll fix it, just bring it up in the comments and I'll track it down o7. This probably sucks, I'm sorry.

You had moved to Santa Carla looking for a fresh start a few weeks ago. You weren't used to the weird styles, the smell of weed and gas that seemed to constantly cover the streets, the loud boardwalk parties, none of it. So naturally, you kept to yourself, hanging back during parties and avoiding eye contact, unfortuantely, Santa Carla was not a place people like you, shy wallflowers, were treated right. 

Some people ignored you at best, they’d glare at you when you waved or smiled at them, they’d ignore you if you asked questions, they avoided you. But a lot of people were downright cruel to you. They mocked you at parties, some openly tried to take things from you or would push you around. People were never openly violent with you, at first, but after a few weeks they started getting more violent, pushing you around and screaming in your face. It was mostly the people who were either on drugs or drunk. It was mostly the men and their girlfriends who were openly hostile and mean to you. You wished you’d never moved to this place, it was gross, the people were indifferent at best and downright cruel at worst, and you missed people you knew in your past. You wish you weren’t like you were, so quiet and shy. Hell, it had been years since you could look in the mirror and see someone you didn’t view as hideous looking back at you, but Santa Carla made it so much worse.

It was yet another late night in Santa Carla. Another night of wandering the boardwalk while you tried to avoid the harassment you got from people. You weren’t surprised every time you were shoved aside, or shouted at by a familiar group. Honestly, you didn’t wanna deal with that tonight, you wanted to walk around, maybe go see whoever was playing a show that night and see if they were actually good, and then head back to your apartment, but it seemed whatever form of fate you believed in had a different idea, because the group just wouldn’t leave you alone, shouting random shit, from ‘Weirdo’ to one girl just straight up calling you ugly. You were fighting back tears.Why the hell were people so needlessly cruel? Whatever, it’s nothing new. 

You stopped by some area where people on the beach park their bikes. You took the biggest breath you possibly could when you realized your tormenters weren’t following you anymore, so you could finally breath. 

That was until you heard voices, four guys, you guessed. You looked in their direction and, for the first time since moving to Santa Carla, you got that butterfly feeling in your gut. That wasn’t a thing you had felt since high school. You swore the bullies you faced then laughed the feeling out of you, but these four seemed to knock the breath you had just taken out of you. Damn, they were hot. Three of the four men were blonde, one had curly hair, one had fluffy hair, and the third guy had a haircut that kind of reminded you of Billy Idol, he was smoking a cigarette. And then there was the one that seemed to be trailing behind, observing people around them while the other three, mostly the ones with curly hair and fluffy hair, laughed and joked. The fourth guy had long, dark brown hair. You stared for a minute longer before snapping yourself out of whatever daze you had been in. 

They had stopped walking, they were staring right at you, and you immediately prepared your apology in your head. Quietly standing up, and then one of the four, the fluffy-haired one, said something you assumed wasn’t meant to be said out loud.

“Holy shit, Marko, she’s hot.” 

You looked over at the four, confused, the man was immediately smacked across the back of the head by the one with the cigarette.

“Don’t say shit like that out loud, dumbass.”

You were staring at the four, your face suddenly warming up at the idea that they were talking about you. You figured it was a stupid thought, there were other hot girls around the boardwalk, why would any of these four think you were hot? Then, the one with the cigarette cleared his throat.

“Sorry about that, doll. Paul can’t seem to keep his mouth shut around pretty girls.” He said, glaring back at the one with fluffy hair, you assumed he was Paul.

The one with curly hair snickered a bit and looked over at Paul, before the one with the cigarette spoke up again, he quickly shut up then.

“I’m David, The guy behind me is Dwayne, and those two are Paul and Marko.” He said

You nodded softly, even their names were hot, what the hell? David and the other three were staring at you with a confusing amount of attention. 

Paul had an almost immediately obsessed or enamored look in his eyes, like you were just the prettiest thing he’d ever seen, Marko also looked absolutely in love with you already, both had the same look in their eyes, the other two, Dwayne and David didn’t seem in love, if they were, they were hiding it well enough. 

“So, where ya off to, sweets?” Paul said, giving you a soft grin.

“Oh, I was about to head home,” You reply, and they all suddenly seem to perk up a bit.

“Oh, really? Well, maybe, instead of that, you could come and hang out with me and the guys?” David asked, motioning to their bikes. 

Something about these four felt…supernatural. They carried themselves with such confidence, and something unseen seemed to be pulling you to them. You thought for a minute. Was it a good idea? Maybe not. It felt too good to be true, four hot boys, paying attention to you? They stared, waiting for your answer. Against your better judgment, you made your choice.

“Sure, I don’t see why I couldn’t.” 

Paul and Marko got visibly excited. Paul grabbed your hand quickly and led you over to their bikes, the other three following behind him, laughing at Paul’s excitement. You were carefully put on the back of one of their bikes and David got on in front of you, looking back at you when you wrap your arms around him.

“Hold on tight, alright?” 

You could only nod before the four sped off, David following behind the more rambunctious two, with Dwayne behind him. 

At the time you didn’t know it, but come the end of the next week, you’d be theirs, and you’d have no complaints about it.

This got so long lol.

Sorry it ended like it did, it's 4 am here and I'd dying.

more coming tomorrow <333

[pomefioredove]

Hi, can I have a sugar cookie, #16, with chocolate drizzle?

o7

order #16, sugar with chocolate drizzle

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ it'll pass

tropes: exes to lovers characters: leona additional info: romantic, gender neutral reader, reader is yuu, post-nrc, a little bittersweet, for those thinking they wouldn't forgive him and would marry rook instead, I understand, yes this is a fleabag reference <3

That question, that bitter uncertainty that had caged itself in your chest, behind your ribs, by your heart, had not passed.

It will pass, you had said, your friends had said, even he had said it himself.

It'll pass.

And then, the question. But what if it doesn't?

What if you never forget Leona Kingscholar?

What will you do with this love, now that there's no one to give it to?

It becomes grief, and pain. Bitterness, anger, resentment, longing, desire.

It becomes a secret, it becomes a question.

But what if it doesn't?

You had, at first, slept too much; but then that reminded you of him, and you stopped sleeping altogether.

You began writing, not fiction, nor letters, but your thoughts, if only to get them on paper and out of your head.

Most days, they were nonsense. A procession of words and feelings with no meaning, nor sense, nor relationship between one another.

Bird, television, cold, knocking, tired, tired, tired...

It always ended with that.

And it always began with Why? Why, what? Why did he leave you? Why didn't you stop him? Why can't you move on? Why any of these things?

It was strange.

You were the one destined to leave. When you and Leona fell in love, in your years at Night Raven College, that threat loomed over you both.

One day, you would leave.

Leona still became yours. He was the one constant in your life, the only person you could really rely on. He cared about you, more than he'd ever admit.

Likewise, he had never said that he wanted you to stay, but you knew he did.

It didn't matter. Crowley never found a way home, or perhaps he did, and didn't tell you, but again, it didn't matter. You graduated NRC, and went to Leona.

You were happy, too.

And then he was suddenly betrothed to a duchess, to have a family he never wanted, in a position he resented, and that was that.

It'll pass.

That's all he had said when you told him you loved him.

"I love you,"

"It'll pass,"

You wanted him to stay, like he did to you.

It'll pass.

You became despondent, sleepless. You found shelter and companionship in the form of an affluent Rook Hunt, when you had no one else to call.

But he, too, must leave. For months, the villa is empty, and it's only you and your disconnected words and your paper and the night.

One day, there's a letter for you.

Not for Rook, or for the household, but for you.

It has no name, no initials, no return address. It's not signed. It's typed. It says:

French, confused, nosy, prick, soft, missing, quiet.

So on, so forth. Hundreds of those words, meaningless and senseless and yet special, precious, worthy.

You hold the letter to your heart and the ink smudges on your sweaty hands.

There's another the next day. Quiet, manners, hate, missing, windows, dark.

And one more after that.

Boring, empty, doves, missing, water, spoon.

They come, one after the other, until Rook returns at the end of the month, freckled from the sun and tired from his work.

"Ah... an admirer?" he had asked, listening to you read the letters aloud.

"They aren't from you?"

"From me? Heh. I like to think my prose is a little more cohesive, non?"

You wake the next morning to breakfast, courtesy of Rook, and a letter, courtesy of the wind.

This one only has one word on it.

Sorry.

No more come after that.

The news that Prince Leona had broken off his engagement to the wealthy duchess reaches you in your remote room, through the sharp eyes and upturned lips of a certain Rook Hunt.

Unhappy, was the word, this time.

It was bitterly poetic. Unhappy. It reminded you of something you had written, but when you went looking for that, you were met with an empty sheet of stamps, and a drawer with no paper in it.

"You must forgive me," Rook had said, "I could not bear to see you both suffer so."

The mysterious letters, your "admirer", suddenly make sense.

The next day, another letter comes. But this one is special; it's attached to a hand, that of a certain Leona Kingscholar.

This one, too, has a full sentence.

I love you too.

[noimnotdeadyet]

more fun time thoughts at midnight

Yanqing learned a bunch of things from Mimi growing up, from how to walk silently to effectively begging Jing Yuan for anything

he was such a quiet walker as a kid that its the reason he has at least 6 bells on him (his lock and his bracelet), because at least Mimi had the benefit of being heavy and having her claws tap on the ground. Yanqing couldve been one of Rappa's initiates at that point

he also used to try to eat the bones when they came with his meat. Jing Yuan had to start thoroughly peel the meat off drumsticks and the like until Yanqing was old enough to understand why humans dont eat like lions

the silliest is definitely Mimi teaching him how to hunt Lion King style, with baby Yanqing pouncing on things before he could walk. i bet my ass if Mimi is a char in floofy disguise shed be SO proud of Yanqing helping hunt Hoolay like THATS HER CUB RIGHT THERE WHOOOO

and then at the end of the day they baby kitty eye Jing Yuan into spoiling them just a little bit

(He knows exactly what theyre doing every time. it doesn't make it any less effective)

Bonus: people's initial reaction to Yanqing is cooing over him even just mentally because he naturally has that precious big eyed kitty stare. he tries to lean out of it, but he always ends up defaulting to it eventually

oh and he can land on his feet o7

[objectionablepuzzles]

Thinking about the one time when I first got into Transformers. My friend made me watch Mrs. Doubtfire for the first time and in an elaborate way to connect my interest with transformers to make the movie more engaging (it was honestly a fun movie regardless. You should watch it if you haven't)

I started talking about how this would go in Transformers, somehow it turned into aspiring actor Blaster who was married to Soundwave and things got too much for Soundwave that they ended up divorcing and Soundwave took all the cassettes in the divorce. Frustrated, Blaster goes to Sunstreaker and Sideswipe to give him a makeover to become someone with a different paintjob and added kibble to change how his body looks and to make his alt mode discreet. He's good with voice impressions so he screws Soundwave over with fake bots calling for his babysitter ad then later calling as his alternative identity and he's hired. His paint was superficial because he still has a day job and the kibble tends to be unstable so he has many close calls

Soundwave's love interest later on in the movie is Jazz which of whom Blaster is envious of because he feels threatened by him and how he's as charming as one can be and he's genuinely good with Soundwave and the kids.

The producer guy (Lundy i think his name was?) the guy who gives Daniel in the movie a working opportunity to host his own show. I frankly don't remember who I assigned him as at the time but honestly? It'd be mad funny if it was Ironhide idk u can totally let me know if any of u guys got any other ideas. I can totally see him having made a boring kids show and going out for dinner bc work talk but instead be laid back drink LMAO

As for the social worker I can totally see Prowl doing the inspection and being caught up in Blaster's bullshit like that one scene where (Daniel in the movie had to switch back and forth between being himself and Mrs. Doubtfire so Mrs. Sellner wouldnt catch him redhanded) just imagining the scene with Prowl being confused is hilarious

I think out of the kids, the one who would discover Blaster's identity first gotta be Ravage if not Steeljaw, they just have good senses.

I just want to see how the kids would be difficult with this babysitter when Blaster could be the one taking care of them when Soundwave is busy and how they'd throw tantrums at this babysitter not knowing its Blaster, maybe a few pranks from Rumble and Frenzy! Blaster trying to earn everyone's favor until he becomes and irreplaceable part pf this family even if he can't be himself and trying to sabotage Jazz and Soundwave's growing relationship!

The good ending would be if all three got together but if it followed the movie plot I still think it'd be a good ending regardless!

Thank you for coming to my tedtalk o7