#zipped up gadget

[ebonnat]

Silly fashion meme go brrrr

Zipped up and its characters are owned by @minnyroll

I just like drawing silly characters yippee

Also I’m sharing some silly thoughts I had when making this:

1. I kept accidentally calling Kester, Zester in my head.

2. I wanna smooch the bat idk why

3. I was 👌 this close to drawing Vapor in a maid costume since he’s already wearing a suit, maybe next time

4. I can’t get this bat jester out of my brain someone help me

5. I don’t know honestly I hope you guys like this

[inspectorcosmo]

I just watched the teaser trailer for Zipped Up and I think I know who my favorite character is

This goofy lil guy

His name is Gadget

HE REMINDS ME OF MECHABOT FROM MECHAMATO AND BENDER FROM FUTURAMA AND I LOVE IT SM I’M CRYING

(What makes it better is that he’s voiced by Michael Kovach, the guy behind Jax, Fantoccio, Serial Designation N, Rocky Rickaby, YOU NAME IT)

[minnyroll]

To end off the summer, why not spend it with our favorite heroes?

Illustration by: @burrotello

[acmeoop]

Elevator Tug-O-War “Basic Training” (1983)

[jaewritesfic]

Everlasting Trio Nobody Knows AU DP x DC Part 4

Part 3

(Tim POV! This is a long one 😅)

 Tim almost has it. He's so close to cracking this file he can fucking taste it. He's been fighting this thing for two weeks. It's the most incomprehensible and infuriating code he's ever faced off against, which is fitting considering who gave it to them.

The engineer. THEIR engineer. The engineer they didn't ask for and Tim still isn't sure how they got, and the single biggest mystery in Tim's fucking life right now.

See, a significant amount of Bat gadgets at this point are Tim's brainchildren. He imagines them, he designs them, he workshops and tests them.

A few months ago, he'd had a pouch on his utility belt full of experimental pellets meant for slowing down fleeing vehicles. They were designed to break when run over and the compound inside would expand into durable, sticky foam that would ensnare tires.

He'd tested them in the cave.

He had not been prepared to take one hit to that side and have to frantically divest himself of that pouch before he became Gotham's latest foam based cryptid. 

His family had laughed themselves silly at him even as he broke off in pursuit of the drug runners he'd been fighting.

When Tim had doubled back expecting a mess to clean up and pellets to rework? It had been gone. All of it. The foam, the pellets, the pouch of his utility belt.

A serious problem, because who knows who got their hands on that?

Then it had shown back up.

That is to say, Gordon had called them because he found a pouch with a note labeled ‘for Red Robin’ sitting on the stand of the Bat Signal and didn't dare touch it.

After making sure it wasn't a bomb or some kind of biological weapon, Tim had opened the pouch - his own belt pouch - and found pellets. New pellets. Different pellets.

The note just read, “As funny as that was to watch, I fixed them for you. No more premature sploogage on the job. :3 P.S. here's a recipe for solution to dissolve future intentional discharges.”

They'd been right, too. The new pellets were tested (in case THEY were a bomb or biological weapon) and they'd been just strong enough to safely transport but still break when under the pressure of tires. Even the foam was more effective, and the spray Tim synthesized from that stupid recipe had worked like a dream.

What. The fuck.

This person not only improved his design and came up with a dissolution agent from scratch in days, they'd been watching without him knowing and made off with the original pellets without anyone noticing.

This was either a rogue in the making or someone they wanted on their side, and either way they needed to be found.

So Tim had done the obvious.

He'd put together a lockbox of money for the product they'd been given, loaded it with no less than ten (10) bat trackers and a note thanking their mysterious benefactor and requesting to meet up. He'd exploded a foam pellet on a rooftop and left the box on it in the hopes they'd notice and find it, then hung around far enough to not be seen and close enough to beat feet as soon as the trackers started moving. 

They did not start moving. They all went offline simultaneously. 

Tim has never moved so fast in his life, and yet by the time he got to the rooftop there was a pile of foam and nothing else. Not even a trace of whoever took the lockbox.

The next day, there was a ping of one (1) tracker that led them to a note thanking him for the money, refusing to meet, and asking if they'd considered certain improvements to their grapples with schematics for said designs.

Thus started the most bizarre and infuriating chase through notes, money, helpful designs and disappearing trackers Tim has ever been a part of.

Last time, the engineer had left them a USB stick and a note claiming that since they really wanted to know about him so bad, they could have the information on the USB if they could crack the encryption on the zip file inside.

Obviously they screened heavily for viruses or backdoors, but long story short Tim has been trying to crack the fucking thing for two weeks and refuses to let Oracle help. It's personal. It's a matter of pride. 

He could swear the code itself has actively been sabotaging his attempts to hack it, which is, you know. Impossible. 

Ping!

Tim blinks, looking over at the map on another monitor of the Bat computer. 

“Motherfucker-”

He taps into Duke’s comms. This is the first time this has ever happened during the day shift, he wasn't expecting it.

“Signal! I need you on the roof of the warehouse on the corner of Fifth and Everest - a tracker just came online.”

Another thing that infuriates Tim. You can't just turn Bat trackers on and off. They're activated, and then they either stay active or they're destroyed. They can't be turned off and then reactivated.

And fucking yet.

Duke groans, but his own tracker starts making its way in that direction.

“Dude. He's gonna be long gone by the time I get there. He always is.”

“He can't run from me forever,” Tim insists. “I'm almost in this damn file, and I am going to find him and dangle him off a roof from his ankles for giving us this runaround, so help me God.”

“Uh huh,” Duke deadpans. “Sure you are. I'm almost there, and- oh look! A note. What a surprise!”

Tim hears Duke touch down on the rooftop, eyes on the code on his screen while his brother clears his throat and reads aloud.

“Ahem- ‘Good morning, sunshine!’ - guess that's me - ‘I hear some bats and birds have been murdering tires at an alarming rate with the way they drive their bikes-’”

Tim freezes. He's not listening anymore.

“Signal.”

“‘- and that just can't be good for business. Nobody wants a bald tire ruining a chase. So boy do I have the thing for you-”

“Signal!”

“What?”

“I got it.”

“Huh? Got what?”

“I cracked his file. I got it.”

Tim is staring, wide eyed and full of a mixture of elation and trepidation at the contents of the zip file. It's a single text file titled, ‘Wow! You did it!’

“Oh, shit? Well? What's in it?”

Tim swallows, mouse hovering over the file. He takes a deep breath, then double clicks.

The file opens.

Tim blinks.

“Red Robin? What's in it?”

Tim scrolls slowly down, disbelief and horror dawning across his face. “Oh my God.”

“What? Come on, man, talk to me.”

Tim scrolls further.

“Oh. My God.”

“Red? Red Robin, you're scaring me, man.”

Tim puts his face in his hands. Voice muffled, he responds.

“Duke.”

“...Red? You okay?”

“No.”

“No?”

“It's the entire Bee Movie script.”

Silence reigns for a solid five seconds before Duke breaks and descends into raucous, hysterical laughter.

Even muffled by his own hands, Tim's scream of rage scares the bats in the cave into a tizzy.

Part 5

Masterpost

[drurrito]

Crash

Summary: Pulling this from the vault, I don't have the will to come up with a better title.

Pairings: Natasha x Reader

Warnings: Violence, blood, cursing...

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This was supposed to be an easy job.

You curse loudly while crouching behind a desk, loading your clip and shoving it back into your gun.

“Cover me,” the woman across from you demands and you don’t have much of a choice--watching a flash of red sail through the room and incapacitating one of the guys shooting at you. You manage to gun the other one down and take the lull in violence as an opportunity to get the hell out of there.

“Don’t,” she warns. 

“I’m here on other business, this is your mess,” you hiss.

“You’re staying where I can see you,” ignoring her, you clutch the briefcase and dash towards the stairs. You can hear her footsteps coming towards you for a few seconds before a loud blast makes your ears ring. You look back, she’s out cold and there’s a rather large green man howling over her motionless body. 

“Shit,” your legs won’t take you any further and you mutter another curse as you charge towards the man. He’s huge, you might just die, you think to yourself while raising your arms, here goes nothing.

“Hey!” you shout, even his eyes are a deep green, reminding you of what the sky looks like before a tornado spawns to pummel a landscape.

He growls and takes a step towards you but is quickly barraged by bullets from the other end of the corridor. Now’s your chance, you’re quick to scoop up the woman’s body and make your way down the stairs to the next floor.

You can feel the cries of the building’s foundation when you realize that taking the stairs will lead you to someplace six feet under. You find the nearest elevator and pry the door open with a gadget, using another to zip you and what you wished was anything but an unconscious woman down and out of the building before half of it crumbles down to nothing.

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She thanks you with a fist to your face as soon as she wakes up.

“Hey! Chill out!” you spit, you focus so much on detaining her limbs that you don’t account for her head.

You stumble back a few steps and she tackles you to the ground, not feeling half as light as she did when she was limp in your arms a few hours ago.

“If you wanted to be on top, you could have just asked,” you grunt, still struggling underneath her when she shoves a candle stick against your throat. Her legs are hooked under your hips, not giving you much room to maneuver-usually this position is followed by something a little more pleasant than this, you think.

“Who are you?”

“Y/n," you strain.

“Who do you work for?”

“Myself,” you yelp out in pain as she twists the candlestick a little farther into your neck.

“Who do you work for?”

“I just told you.”

“Not good enough.”

“It’s going to have to be--I have a quasi-handler and that’s it. I’m a one woman show,” you grunt, the candlestick loosens a bit against your neck.

“That building-”

“I was applying for a job, what did it look like I was doing?”

“Stealing.”

“You’re good,” you wince instead of wink, you’re throwing out that candlestick the first chance you get.

“How did we get here?”

“Ever heard about the theory of evolution?”

“Shut up, tell me what happened.”

“It’s hard to talk with you trying to put a hole in my neck,” she finally lets you up and you gasp, letting the air fill your lungs. You make your way over to your chair, reclining with a huff. She stays on the floor, bracing herself against a bruised and bloodied arm.

“Some big green guy busted in, knocked you out cold.”

“Bruce,” she whispers quietly enough that you don’t hear her.

“Looked like he was gonna crush you so as soon as someone started shooting at him, I grabbed you and left.”

“Where am I?”

“At least 25 miles away from the building,” you glance at her, “it’s gone, building folded in on itself as soon as we touched the pavement outside.”

“I need your phone,” she tries to get up but is quickly seated by the shooting pain in her torso. You’re out of your chair and by her side, she flinches away from you, the fiery look in her eyes makes you restrain the urge to try and find the source of pain, you’d like to keep your hands for just a little longer.

“You’re hurt,” you slowly reach for her this time. You mentally give yourself a gold star for helping with a steady grasp on her pinky while she dragged the rest of herself onto the couch.

“Phone.”

“Doctor first.”

“No,” she holds up the candle stick as a threat and you scoff before you realize that she’s too stubborn to be couch-locked by whatever pain she’s in. 

“Fine, be my guest,” you hand her your phone, “try not to die on this carpet, I just had it cleaned,” she glares at you while the phone rings, you barely hear a man’s voice on the other end.

“Clint? I’m okay, can you get my location?” you almost don’t recognize this new shade of voice on her. It’s soft, laced with a little worry and care--you decide that kind of tone would have made the candlestick sting a lot less.

“That’s the only easy part, we’re still trying to recover the asset and Bruce is still on the loose-can’t get you until tonight.”

“I’m not alone,” she tips her head in your direction.

“Friendly?”

“I don’t know yet.”

“Do what you gotta do and hole up, we’ll get there when we can.”

“I’ll be here.”

“You better,” Clint hangs up and she breaks the phone with such ease that it takes you a second to realize you’re without a phone now.

“Right, I didn’t need that anyway,” you mumble, she tries to get up again and you calmly press a palm against her shoulder.

“Unexpected guests are still my guests,” you insist and she shoots you a look. If you’re going to be a hostage in your own home, you might as well be a good host.

“Stay here, I’ll get you some things, I need to call the doctor anyway.”

“Don’t call anybody.”

“Relax, he has to come get this briefcase, he’ll be discreet,” you head upstairs and she stubbornly lifts herself off the couch and takes a look around the room. Her gun and batons are on the counter but are quickly reunited with their respective holsters on her body. She notices a file with papers spilling out of it and opens it up to skim over the contents.

“Like a modern-day robin hood,” she mutters, almost feeling guilty for giving you such a hard time.

“I never got your name,” you call out from the top of the stairs. You let out an unamused sigh when you see that she is up and about. You figure if you had half of the resolve she does then maybe the trash would get taken out a lot more often.

“You don’t need it.”

“But you asked me for mine?”

“I didn’t need it either, you gave it to me anyway.”

“You had a candlestick to my neck,” you retort, she shrugs and you throw everything in your arms onto the counter.

“Clothes, towels, trauma balm,” you make your way to the fridge and push a truce-flavored bottle of water towards the woman before turning your attention to the fridge.

“I’m making tacos,” you don’t catch the high arch in her brow, too focused on filling the room with something much more delicious than the tension between you.

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“A few broken ribs, bruising, and some stitches for your head but you’ll live--I gave you the good drugs too,” the doctor stands up to leave when you hand him the briefcase.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it, seriously--I don’t need people knowing I make house calls.”

“I hope this has everything you need,” you shake his hand.

“You always get it done,” he leaves without another word and you approach the woman splayed out on your couch. Heavy drugs giving a mild effort in wearing down the stoic look on her features.

“When are you getting rescued?” 

“Few hours,” she grumbles.

“Here,” you put a plate on the coffee table, “shower’s down the hall, let me know if you need help.”

You grab your own plate and put on some music, figuring that your guest wouldn’t be much of a talker. 

“You help people,” her voice a little raspy from exhaustion and the drugs.

“I try to, yes,” you sit back down, “and you?”

“Same boat,” she cracks, sitting up. You don’t see her briefly inspect the food before taking a bite out of a taco.

“Natasha,” she says, her mouth full, “Natasha Romanoff,” the corner of your mouth ticks up into half a smile, a small celebration for a rather monumental victory.

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Natasha towels off her hair and hobbles back to the main room.

“I told you I could help,” you catch her in time to see her wave you off.

“Maybe next time,” she gives you a smirk and before you can even process what she said there’s a knock at the door. You open it to find a man with a messy mohawk, muscles bulging out of his vest.

“Tash?”

“In here, Clint,” he briefly meets your eyes while you step aside to let him in.

“She’s only a little broken, but she’ll make it,” you joke and your newest house guest is unimpressed.

“Christ, Bruce,” Clint grunts.

“Bruce, the big green guy?”

“Yes.”

“You know him?”

“Yes.”

Your jaw drops a little in disbelief, not expecting this to be the product of some friendly fire.

“Let’s go home,” Clint swiftly throws Natasha’s arm over his shoulder and they make their way towards the door, you walk with them.

“Sorry about your phone, and your face,” Natasha’s lips pulse with guilt.

“Better than some broken ribs and stitches,” you tease, thankful to be just out of her reach when you see her arm twitch at her side.

“Don’t crash any more missions,” she says somewhat sternly.

“I could say the same to you,” you smile, she scoffs as Clint carries her to the car. You don’t move until they disappear down the road.

[cyanide-sippy-cup]

Baby punks!

Listen up. I got a few tips and stuff.

1: Thrift everything. I'm not even remotely kidding. You can go MILES with the shit available at thrift stores and only spend like 10 bucks. I go to Goodwill about once a week and I find more than I even really need.

If you wanna make patches but don't have anything to cut up, just buy like 3 pairs of jeans for like 3 dollars and you'll be set up for a while. Cloth, clothes, gadgets, wallets, jackets, even shoes. If you're worried that punk is "expensive", you're not looking in the right places.

2: Five Below. They have really solid fabric paints and stencils you can get. Also check out Joann's and Michael's. They got needles, embroidery floss, fabric paints, fabrics, etc. But be wary about those two, prices are up due to inflation.

3: YouTube tutorials are your friend!! If you're confused about how to do something, take to the web. You won't get all your answers, but you sure will find how to attach a zipper to your pants.

4: Dental floss. This is brought up every time in these discussions because it works. If you need to sew something onto your pants, jacket, whatever, use dental floss. You can snatch some up at CVS. It is very helpful.

5: Find a jacket with wide armpits. Especially if it's denim and especially if you plan on adding zip-off sleeves. ESPECIALLY if you have armpit hair. Just trust me on this.

6: Do you drink soda/beer/other canned beverages? Because if you do, save them. The cans, the tabs, all of it. It can be very useful. The cans, you can turn into spikes. The tabs can be helpful for zippers, chainmail, whatever you might use them for.

7: Believe in what you're saying. Don't just claim you stand for human rights, put it into action. Learn. Understand that some women, black people, and/or other minorities are gonna be hesitant to trust you and understand why. Know when it is your turn to participate in a conversation, and don't force your way into a community or conversation that isn't yours. You're going to be in a strange place where you've been pushed away from all the bigots in your life but can't go to other minority communities because they don't know whether or not you can be trusted. And don't try to make them know that you're "one of the good whites/men/etc". You're gonna need to find community and put weight behind your words. A friend or a relative says something just a little bit off? Don't laugh it off, make them know it was wrong (my go-to is to stare at them in silence the moment they say it and not budge until they repent the comment). Nobody's gonna trust you unless you mean what you say.

8: Don't listen to the gatekeepers. Anybody who tells you "oh well, that's not really punk, you're a poser!" Is missing the point and is hence the real poser.

9: Participate in the culture! Really! Go to playlists, find local bands. Go to a punk show. Make friends, participate in rallies/protests.

10: Be you! Seriously, be you. Whatever you think would look cool or would be comfy, do it. Literally, if you wanna turn a winter coat into a battle jacket, go for it. The key to punk is expression. Don't feel like you've gotta meet up to everyone else's standards. Punk fashion should be a tool to help you find yourself and what you're comfortable in, what you enjoy. If you're doing something to fit in, you're doing it wrong, and you're doing yourself a disservice.

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

vampire king

pairing: dick grayson x batgirl!reader

wc: 745

warnings: blood i think. should be clean

A/N: idea came from the dc comics event DC vs Vampires. yall should read. prompt "one way or another, you're gonna die tonight" from@nightprompts

divider from @firefly-graphics

masterlist / dick grayson

🎧 vampire

vampires were taking over the streets of gotham. it was quiet at first, only the upper class had already been the mythical creatures or they were turned at the idea of mortality the greed of being young and rich forever.

slowly people were disappearing off the streets only to come back looking ghostly, sunken cheeks and pointed teeth baring two holes into victims skin to suck them dry of blood.

when you first heard batman talking about it you thought it was some prank he was actually in on, but when you visited the ME office and saw the bodies for yourself you quickly realized the severity of the situation.

batman called the justice league for a worldwide level emergency. gotham was the main priority since it was quickly being swallowed by the monsters, you and the others could only do so much with only gadgets and stun guns.

“nightwing and batgirl, both of you take lower gotham. the docks, shipping yards, junkyards. any place dark and dangerous for the normal person.” batman gave commands to groups and duos quickly, everyone split up to their locations.

“you think theirs a higher up?” questioning nightwing through your helmet comms. your motorcycle zipping through the top quiet streets while heading to a north-east shopping yard. the two of you were side to side, nightwing zooming just a little quicker ahead.

“probably. usually there always needs to be one to grow more vampires. they always need a king or queen.” he sounded bored while replying. “keep your head clear, almost there.” then revved his engine and sped off.

powering down your cycle killed the sound and lights leaving you in a dimly lit space with only the sounds of the water close by. pulling your helmet off slowly and clipping it to your handles, you noticed he wasn’t anywhere nearby. it kept you on alert.

“nightwing,” pressing on your wrist com. you waited two seconds before calling his name again. “nightwing, come in.” cautious steps deeper into the maze of shipping containers.

a sharp thud stopped you short, gadgets at the ready. no noise followed so you continued further in. then it came again so you called out, “come out and this will be over quickly.”

no response. “i’m not here to play games. either cooperate or get ready for a fight.” flicking a batarang open.

a deep lifeless chuckling filled the air, a large shadow stalking over white and green containers. “you’re very funny, batgirl.” small knocks echoing out, “thinking you're a threat to anyone. such a small human, weak boned girl. i can easily snap you like that of a toothpick.”

“why don’t you step out of the shadows and follow thru with that threat.” shuffling your feet and legs into a combat stance.

another low chuckle followed by a sign, “oh i will. can’t wait to see your reaction to this news.”

your face screwed up and before you ask what they were talking about, they step out the shadows and stood illuminated by over headlights. hands held out at their sides, a twist grin.

“dick?” body relaxing itself. not understanding what was happening. “this- this isn’t funny, dick!”

his grin twisting further, “oh, this isn’t some joke, y/n. you were asking about a higher up. so i thought you deserved to know who that was.” stepping further in, your heart pounding.

“i’m the king. and no matter what happens tonight, your gonna die. whether that be permanent or immortal is up to you.” hands sitting on his hips with his head cocked. white eyes emotionless and face stone still.

you couldn’t help the quiver to your lips or the crack in your voice, “this isn’t you, dick.”

he pouted and kissed his teeth, “oh sweetheart, this is me. well, dick has been gone for a long time, probably six months at this point. but that doesn’t matter, time is nonexistent when you’ve been alive for thousands of years.” he took slow, calculated strides closer. his hands now held behind his back, still carrying himself strong and high.

a sniffle of your nose before sitting back to your defensive position. eyes steeling hard and flexing your muscles hard, the sharpest point of your weapon aimed at the enemy. dick, the vampire king stopped short of a foot away. arms still held tight behind him as he cocked his head again, a mirthless quirk of his lips.

“are you ready to die tonight, mighty batgirl?”

-

[burrotello]

hihi! i found you via boxer au, but what is zipped up? i love your art and want to understand the things you post :)

Zipped Up is an animated indie series created by @minnyroll that I've been working on!!

The general synopsis for the series is that Zipped Up is a series about a teenage girl, Alejandra, and her best friend Nelly navigating the multiverse alongside their friends Gadget and Levi to find their way back home to their home universe! You can find out more about this through the many social medias linked to her account!

[icedbeverageenjoyer]

If y'all ever need some out of context Fanto voice clips, remember that Michael is voicing Gadget from Zipped up! (Will try to sneak in some of the few voice lines we have in a video sometime!)

[minnyroll]

ZIPPED UP CAST RENDERS

Here's a new set of lineups for some fresh new renders of the Zipped Up cast! Now you can see them all in their stunning, shiny glory! IN ONE PLACE!!

Render Sketches + Lineart: @minnyroll Render Shading: @burrotello

[sugawhaaa]

BEOMGYU X READER

Behind closed doors

☆{{ cherished }}☆

Warnings:: none (?)

Pairing:: Beomgyu x fem!idol!reader

Genre:: Idol au, strangers to friends to lovers (eventually)

A/N:: it's been like...8 months since I wrote the first chapter so if some things are incorrect I'm sorry 🙏 just roll with it lol

Chapter 1:: here

Previous chapter

"Yeah, thank you," you grin as he takes off his jacket. The scent of him fills your lungs as he wraps it around you. It was such a complicated scent. It smelt like…comfort. Like a warm towel but how it smells. You zipped up the jacket and bowed to him in thanks. Then the air got painfully quiet as you walked.

“So…I hate to pry but why couldn't you get a ride home?” Beomgyu asks softly, walking a little closer to you. “I know our staff are usually really good to stay organized,” Beomgyu looked down at you with a sincere yet curious gaze.

“Well, it's a little complicated,” you chuckle with a light shrug, gazing back up at him. “The…the maknae of our group is a little…” you pause. “How should I put it…she's a little inconsiderate sometimes,” you say in a gentle voice trying to conceal your anger when it comes to the topic of Mi Cha. Beomgyu tilts his head as a way of saying “Go on,” you look down at your feet. “There was a van situated for me to drive back with the staff because I was late getting changed due to being a host. Mi cha then took that specially designated seat for me and told me that there was another one coming for me,” you explained before kicking a rock as you walked. Beomgyu nodded.

“And…there wasn't?” He looked at you with emphatic eyes. His look wasn't clearly displaying his sympathy, it was light, like his sympathy was peering through other emotions in his eyes.

“Yeah,” you nod awkwardly and Beomgyu's facial expression turns concerned.

“Why would she do that?” He asks out of genuine confusion and slight anger.

“I dunno, she does stuff like that all the time,” you shrug and play it off cool. Beomgyu shakes his head with a sigh of disapproval.

“Well…if she does something foolish like that again and you need some help or someone to talk to…” he smiles cheekily as you arrive at the front door of your dorms. “I'd be happy to listen and help out,” he shrugs with a gentle smile.

“I greatly appreciate your offer but I'm afraid we might start rumors if we were caught hanging out,” you wanted to talk to him more so bad. His voice was calm, smooth and reassuring. There was no hint of dishonesty in his voice. Beomgyu then pulled out his phone.

“That's what these little gadgets are for,” he chuckles as he pulls up his contact information. You take your phone out and enter his number. You send him a message to test it out.

“What should I make your profile picture?” You ask with a little smile. Beomgyu paused, thinking for a moment.

“Why don't we take photos right now?” He says as he pulls out his camera app. “Smile~” he grins as he abruptly takes your photo.

“W-Wait!” You panic as he snaps a photo. He pulls it up and laughs softly.

“You look like a deer in headlights,” he laughs as he shows it to you. As he laughs you look up at him. His smile was so wide, his expression full of pure happiness and joy. He was so comfortable around you even though you just met only moments ago. Was he always this sociable and friendly? He's making jokes and taking photos like you've known each other your whole lives. “Here take one of me,” he snaps you out of your trance.

“O-Oh yeah,” you stumble as you open up your camera. He poses strangely as you take the photo. You chuckle to yourself before adding it as his pfp in your contacts.

“Alright you're probably tired,” he smiles softly as he goes up to you again.

“Do you want your jacket back?” You ask as you unzip the jacket but he stops your hand.

“Nah, it looks better on you,” he shrugs. His words catch you off guard. Blush creeps up your neck. What was this feeling? He hardly complimented you yet you felt like giggling and kicking your feet. “Have a good night,” he puts his arm around you in a hug without making physical contact out of respect. You nod awkwardly before walking up the stairs.

“Goodnight,” you wave with a bow before going inside. Beomgyu waits outside for a minute making sure you got inside safely before walking off. He rubbed his bare arm and seethed through his teeth. In truth, he really wanted that jacket, but he loved seeing someone else cherish his belongings like you did.

You get inside your dormitory to find the place empty, except for Areum. She was sitting at the kitchen table with messy hair and her hand on her forehead as she leaned on the table. When she saw you she rushed over to you asking if you were safe and how you got home. You explained the situation to her and your experience with TXT, skipping all the moments where Beomgyu had you blushing.

“Wait, where did you get that jacket?” Areum asks curiously and you freeze up. Just as Areum begins to grow suspicious due to you not responding, Mi Cha comes out with her arms crossed and an unamused expression. She was in her pajamas with a sleep mask on her head.

“We're trying to sleep, do you mind not being so loud?” She pouts and you can see Areums blood boil at her words.

“We're talking about something important that is your fault,” Areum retorts and Mi cha rolls her eyes.

“Oh please, you know the scandals Y/N could start from that interaction alone? You all snap at me for hanging out with my girls but when Y/N hangs out with a boy everyone turns a blind eye?” Mi cha snaps back and you sigh. You were too tired to deal with this right now.

“I'm going to bed,” you sigh and turn, heading for your room.

“That's what I thought,” Mi cha scoffed before going to the washroom. You wanted to spin right around and choke her out but unfortunately, that's illegal.

You went into your room and took off your bra and socks before flopping onto your bed. You groan into your pillow and plug your phone in. You roll over and pull your blankets up and as you do so you get a whiff of Beomgyus scent. You pause as you remember the jacket you're wearing. You curl up into it, bringing it closer to your face, breathing in his cologne. You hum peacefully before drifting off.

The next few days went very similar. There were many music shows you went to perform at and many music shows you were a host for. Your schedule was packed and Mi cha's negative energy was only dragging you down further. You felt yourself scrambling every day to get to everything on time but thankfully, promotions for your comeback finally concluded and today was your last day hosting.

After the show you were heading back to your private room when you noticed your coworker, Yeonjun, with all of his members. They congratulated him for all of his good work and even gave him gifts to celebrate his success. You stood by your door, watching them in all the bundle of joy. You watch them take photos together and you sigh softly before looking down at the ground. You grab your door handle to grab your things before hearing your name being called.

“Y/N!” Beomgyu calls out as he jogs up to you. “Hey, how have you been?” He says excitedly as he abandons his members.

“I-Ive been good,” you fake a smile and Beomgyu is slightly taken aback. He knows your lying and he can read you like a book.

“Where are your members?” He asks softly as he looks around.

“They're at home,” you smile with a nod and he looks a little concerned.

“At home? Why?” He pouts as he slightly leans down to your level.

“What do you mean why?” You laugh and Beomgyu shakes his head, his brown bangs swaying.

“Today's a special day for you guys. I'm just surprised,” he shrugs and you shrug back.

“Nah, my members don't really show up for personal things. We just celebrate group events,” you explain with a gentle smile and Beomgyu cracks a nervous smile.

“Well, me and Yeonjun are gonna go out to the mall to celebrate if you wanna come?” Beomgyu smiles as he gestures back to his members who are still chatting. You think for a minute.

“What if people see us?” You tilt your head and beomgyu shakes his.

“Nah, it's really late for people to be at that mall and our staff will cover us,” he reassures you but you're still skeptical.

“Maybe next time,” you smile as you grab the handle to your private room. “Thanks for the offer though,” you bow before going into your room. Beomgyu bows back and when you are inside your room you see Beomgyu's feet lingering by the door. He taps the tip of his shoe on the floor before walking off. You sit on your bed and think for a moment longer. You then change your mind, opening the door and walking up to him again across the hall. “I changed my mind. When are you leaving?” You ask and Beomgyu's face lights up.

《At the mall》

“Let's go get some boba,” Yeonjun suggests as he walks up to the cozy Boba shop tucked to the side in the hallway of the mall. You and Beomgyu follow after him and look up at the drink lists on the board. The three of you decide what you want and go up to order. After you finish ordering Beomgyu orders his drink before tapping his card. You look up at him surprised.

“I was going to pay,” you chuckle and Beomgyu shakes his head while guiding you over to the waiting spot.

“I know, but I wanted to treat you,” he smiles before turning back to look at the counter where they'd place your drinks when they're ready. You hum softly.

“Thank you,” you look down at the crystal-clean floors as you sway slightly. Your drinks are set on the counter by a staff member and they call out your names. You take your drink and open the straw stabbing it into the top. You go to drink it and tip the cup lightly but the tea spills all over your white shirt. You hardly noticed until you felt cold traveling down your chest. You pull back the drink and look at your now-stained shirt. Yeonjun rushes to get you some napkins and takes your drink out of your hands for you. Beomgyu helps you wipe off your shirt.

“Squeeze out the stain like this, don't rub it,” Beomgyu says as he presses his hand against your chest. You blush softly and the feeling of his wide palms pressed between your breasts. Yeonjun smacks the back of Beomgyus's head and Beomgyu jumps. “What was that for?” He whines and Yeonjun shakes his head.

“I think she can do it herself,” Yeonjun says as he holds your drinks, giving Beomgyu a specific look. Beomgyu then looks back at his hand placement and blushes slightly.

“Sorry,” he bows as he hands you some new napkins to dry yourself off. You giggle softly and brush it off.

“No worries,” you shrug. “You were just trying to help,” you reassure him and Beomgyu nods. You dry yourself off but there is still a little stain on your shirt, due to it being white.

“Here why don't we buy you a new shirt,” Beomgyu proposes as you walk out of the boba shop.

The three of you go around a few clothing shops trying on clothing and buying a few things. Yeonjun had bought the most, of course. (Fashion icon) just as you walked out of your favorite store there was ding over the speakers.

“We ask all customers to make their way out of the building now. Thank you for shopping and enjoy the rest of your night,” a woman spoke over the PA system. You checked your watch and it was already 10 pm. The three of you gather up the staff and head out to the van. This van was basically a regular car, with two front seats, and three back seats. You sit next to Yeonjun and Beomgyu in the back, a little squished together. The three of you have a very calm and relaxing chat, occasionally watching the street lights.

“So you're part of a recent group right?” Yeonjun asks as he leans his elbow on the windowsill.

“Yeah we debuted just about a year ago so we're not fresh out of the oven but we're still new,” you explain with a smile and Yeonjun nods.

“Wow, you got into the MC deal really early,” Yeonjun raises his eyebrows in surprise and you blush softly.

“Haha thanks, it was really just luck,” you thank him for the compliment with a little neck bow.

“Do they have you on any strict diets?” Beomgyu asks randomly. You turn to look at him and think for a moment before shaking your head.

“Not really, just the usual,” you smile as Beomgyu looks you up and down, his tongue pressed against his bottom lip.

“That's surprising but good,” he smiles, going back to his innocent expression before yawning. “Man, today was an eventful day,” he says before stretching in his seat.

“Yeah,” you chuckle before looking out the front window. “Looks like we're almost back to the dorms,” you smile and Beomgyu hums, acknowledging your statement. You turn to look back at him, his head laid back on the seat, his eyes fluttered shut. You lean back with him before one of the staff speaks up.

“There's some traffic on the main road. Looks like there was an accident,” he speaks as he leans over a little. “We'll be waiting a little while,” he finishes off his statement and Yeonjun lets out a little “tsk” noise.

“It's alright, not like we're going much of anywhere,” Yeonjun shrugs before opening his phone and texting the other members. You sit idly as Yeonjun gets distracted by his phone. Beomgyu breathes softly next to you, seemingly asleep. His calm and relaxing state made you tired. You lean back against the seat and rest your eyes, your head soon dipping. You hold your head up and avoid resting it on Beomgyu's shoulder. After a few moments of repeatedly holding your head up you feel him bring his hand up to the opposite side of your head. He leans it down onto his shoulder.

“It's not good for your neck to fall like that,” he smirks softly. You look wide eyed at the mini AC on the car.

“R-Right,” you reply softly before shutting your eyes again. As you drive back to the dorms you hardly sleep. Beomgyus's presence was undoubtedly comforting but the close proximity made your heart race uncontrollably. Eventually, you pulled up the building and Yeonjun offered to get you dropped off by your dorm. “Nah, I think I need a little walk to stretch me out after that ride,” you smile softly. “Thank you though,” you reply as you pick your head up off of Beomgyu's shoulder. Yeonjun nods before the car comes to a halt.

The three of you climb out and once again, beomgyu offers to walk you up to your dorm. You happily agree and have a very deep conversation on your way back. One thing led to another and you two were talking about some emotional stuff.

“Lately I've just been sad all the time, for no reason,” you explain and Beomgyu nods. “I know we just met but ever since I started hanging out with you guys I feel so much more happy,” you chuckle and Beomgyu instantly reassures you.

“No, no I get you. As soon as we started chatting I felt comfortable with you. I feel like I've known you all my life,” he laughs as he puts his hands in the pockets of his jacket. “And I'm sorry again, for earlier,” he bows at the neck slightly.

“For what?” You look up at him confused.

“Well when you spilt Boba on your shirt I was trying to help you dry off your shirt and kinda…” he blushes softly as he brushes back his hair.

“Don't worry about that,” you shake your head and he forces a smile. “Things happen, you just trying to help? It's not like that kinda stuff never happens to me,” you shrug and he looks at you confused.

“What do you mean?” He asks and the air falls silent.

“You know…I'm a woman, and an idol,” you explain but he still doesn't quite follow. “Sexualizing?” You sum it up for him and he goes wide eyed for a minute before composing himself.

“Right…”

“Sorry if that was too personal, I didn't mean to,” you bite your lip, regretting your words.

“No, no, it's okay…if anything I want to hear about it,” he chuckles softly and you raise an eyebrow. “I know those kinds of things happen but…I'm never told in detail you know? Like what do men say, what do they do…I know it's not anything nice but I just want to know,” he shrugs as you arrive at the front door of your dorm. “I know it's a little weird and you can call me a creep but,” he shrugs. “It's just what I'm thinking.” He concludes and you smile.

“No, I think that's very mature of you,” you subconsciously put your hand on his shoulder, rubbing it softly. He smiles and you realize that you were touching him. You pull your hand back and put it behind your back, interlocking it with the other. Beomgyu laughs.

“Well maybe someday we can chat a little more than just this five minute walk hm?” He grins and you blush softly.

“Yeah, I'll chat with you soon,” you smile and you can see him holding back his giddy grin.

“Sounds good,” he watches as you start to head for the stairs. “Have a good night Y/N~” he smiles with a little wave and you wave back.

“Goodnight!” You hop up the stairs and Beomgyu watches in admiration, adoring your innocence. He makes sure you get inside safely, just like last time, before walking off. He put his hand on the shoulder you touched, rubbing it softly with a cheeky grin.

[jaewritesfic]

Everlasting Trio Nobody Knows AU DP x DC Part 5

Part 4

Danny won't lie, he panicked a little inside when he first recognized Sam and Tucker across from him in the cafe.

Irrationally he'd expected to see his parents  the Fentons or GIW agents right behind them. They wouldn't have done it on purpose, but what if they did have contact with them still? What if they'd already messaged them saying they found their missing son miraculously alive?

But they hadn't.

They hadn't, and they don't talk to the Fentons, and they missed him. They missed him as much as he missed them, and that realization had made his core hum intensely in his chest.

He's not sure how to conduct himself around them anymore - he's changed so much. They probably have too, but they're not undead Kings of entire dimensions so he thinks he has them beat.

Still…the last few days their new group chat has been active, and it's felt like they fell back into each other as easy as breathing. Like they never stopped talking at all.

It's nice.

He's found out that Sam has been working at a nursery part time, and that Tucker has been doing some independent contractor work in programming.

He told them he's working in engineering because, well…he is. Somehow. 

He saw himself potentially in engineering, sure, but not for the Bats! And yet, he's currently looking straight at Red Robin.

He definitely cracked Danny's zip file - or, well, Technus’ encryption on Danny's zip file. Danny knows he must have, because he's clearly pissed.

Danny presses his lips together to avoid laughing just imagining how that reveal must have gone.

Thing is, Danny isn't supposed to be looking at Red Robin right now. He's supposed to be looking at a lockbox full of money and more trackers for his growing collection.

(96 and counting.)

He guesses technically he is still looking at that, just…with an extra bird.

Danny's glad he always scopes out these drops invisibly beforehand, or he might have been in trouble here.

The Bats and Birds have always stayed out of the vicinity of the drops until he takes them before, so this is a surprise.

As it is, Danny knows Red Robin cracked that file and is pissed about it because he's standing on a rooftop and looking at 1) the lockbox, 2) Red Robin, and 3) a lawn chair.

To be specific, Red Robin has posted up on the rooftop with enough determination to wait Danny out that he brought his own seating arrangements and has the box of payment sitting smack dab on his lap.

His arms are crossed. He's tapping his fingers on his elbow like a fuming parent waiting for their kid to return home after curfew.

It's kind of hysterical.

It's kind of a problem.

Honestly, it's not Danny's fault they're driving themselves crazy trying to find him. He worked on those pellets the first time out of curiosity and the goodness of his heart.

And maybe a little bit because his Obsession took issue with the idea of leaving it alone when faulty gadgets could get someone hurt.

If Red Robin didn't want a ghost employee, he shouldn't have paid him the first time. What's Danny supposed to do, say no to ridiculous amounts of money?

Fat chance. Not even if it's sitting in the lap of the newest edition of Angry Birds.

Part 6

Masterpost

[orime-stories]

Day 6 - Halcyon

Solution Nine was the most incredible place T'nali had ever been.

More colours than she'd ever seen before — a bunch of them now layered through her hair and emblazoned across the new clothes she'd picked up as soon as being given free run of the place.

There were shops that sold candy that made your belly glow. And she still wanted one of those things everyone had on their heads that made them go absolutely berserk.

But more than anything in the whole world, she wanted one of those purple bikes.

They lit up. They zipped across the ground. They could fly.

They'd let her test drive one round an indoor track and she needed one of her own. But only residents could sign up for one of their fancy payment plans. And even if she hadn't just blown almost every last gil she had on clothes and gadgets, she still wouldn't have had anywhere near enough for what they were demanding.

Maybe she could take one for another test drive and drive it right out of the whole city. Those stupid soldier things would probably have something to say about that, but they'd have to catch her first. And she was pretty sure she could take them anyway.

But this place was so cool — what if they didn't let her back in?

She probably shouldn't risk pissing everyone off that badly. Yet.

For the Final Fantasy XIV Writing Challenge 2024

Other Entries: Steer / Horizon / Tempest / Reticent / Stamp / Halcyon

[gummilutt]

Price-editing friendly version of Monique's computer

I don't know about any of you, but I love changing the costs of things in my game to make money have more of an impact on the game. I enjoy my Sims having a reason to work and run businesses, so I have a lot of mods and edits that alter the prices of things. Earlier this summer I realized Monique's computer was not impacted by a lot of global changes, and I set out to change the costs for my own use. I thought perhaps more people would enjoy being able to easily change costs, and in the process of doing all the different options I had more ideas and learned new skills that made it possible to add a few other details. And that is what I have on offer for you today :)

Features

Most shop and delivery options rewritten to pull pricing from BCON 1002

Set to original pricing currently, intended to be easy to edit, not to push my preferences on you

Broken jewelry shop has been fixed, it was not set up right which is why it only charged 1 simoleon for jewelry. Set to 49 now like the jewelry stand, but can be changed through BCON 1002

Menu made more dynamic, displaying price tags based on BCON 1002 settings, and in some cases picking up on and displaying default replacements and correct language string for non-english installations (applies to electronic gadgets, produce, fish, robots, vacation maps)

Tutorial included to help you understand how to edit BCON if you are unfamiliar

Download from simfileshare (alternative version with crystal ball dating added can be found here)

Includes the three computers Chaavik posted in his AL update of Monique's original computer. Mostly of use to those who want to change prices, but if the jewelry shop or english object names has been bothering you then there is that as well :) You still need the other files named "MQ_Computer...", which you can get here if you do not have them. For more in depth information, please see the document file included in the zip.

Credits: Monique and Chaavik for the object I edited, whoward69/picknmix for all his knowledge of code and help, takasims2k5 for the laptop mesh Chaavik used, Klaartje for helping me test, omgsims2 for the cellphone default that appears in thumbnail, vegan kaktus for the handheld game default that appears in thumbnail

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Skateboarding in Wayne Manor

BatmnanVsTmnt!Michelangelo x reader

Takes place during the scene where Mikey skateboards down the staircase while Alfred gets pizza🧡

Warings: Maybe some spelling.

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“Mikey, are you sure this is a good idea?”, you asked your orange clad turtle boyfriend, as the two of you walked down the halls of Wayne Manor. WIth Batman and the rest of Mikey’s brothers down in the Batcave, it almost felt wrong walking through the grand halls, and past every single family painting one the walls.

How you even managed to get your boyfriend and his brothers to agree on bringing you to Gotham City was still beyond you. Maybe it was your great argumentation skills, or Mikey that couldn’t handle the thought of not seeing you for an unknown amount of time. Or maybe it was because both of you begged Leo until his head almost fell off.

“Of course it’s a good idea!”, Mikey answered, spinning the skateboard in his hand. “I’ll actually say it’s a fantastic idea! It’s not everyday you get to walk Wayne Manor on your own”.

“Mikey, sweetheart, until recently you didn’t even know Wayne Manor existed”, you said, rolling your eyes.

“Yeah, but now I know it exists, so now I have to check it out!”, Mikey said, still awe struck by the size of the place.

Well, you couldn’t beat that logic. Even though you felt slightly unsure, walking the halls of the big manor, you couldn’t help but feel a slight bit of curiosity. How many halls were there, and how far did they go? And you knew Alfred had just ordered pizza, but you wouldn’t help but wonder where the kitchen might have been hidden.

Mikey placed his skateboard on the floor, before turning to you with the smile that could make you fall in love with him all over again.

“Ready for some wild adventures in the Wayne-ster's crib?"

You couldn't help but chuckle at Mikey's infectious enthusiasm. Under normal circumstances you wouldn’t be happy about riding a skateboard indoors, but with Mikey by your side, you were willing to do almost anything. That was probably one of the reasons why Mikey’s brother had been so reluctant on letting you travel with them to Gotham.

"Absolutely! What's the plan, Mikey?"

"Check this out!" Mikey exclaimed, stepping a foot on his skateboard with a proud smile. "I thought we could explore the Manor in style! Wanna ride shotgun?"

Excitement bubbled within you as you agreed, and soon enough, you found yourself riding through the grand halls of Wayne Manor on the back of Mikey's skateboard. The wheels echoed against the marble floors as you both zipped around corners, dodging furniture and occasional crime-fighting gadgets. Holding onto his shell, Mikey would grab onto the back of your legs, before jumping over whatever couch was in his way. He would then land on his skateboard on the other side before continuing on down the hall.

Before taking any sharp turns, Mikey would reach an arm out behind him, so he could bring a close for a kiss. Everytime, you would hold onto your boyfriend for dear life, causing him to press a kiss on to your cheek.

Both of your laughters rang through the normally quiet halls of Wayne Manor. It was a surprise that no one heard you. Not even Alfred as he went to pick up the pizzas that had just arrived at the door. Nor did you or Mikey notice that the hall was about to end and turn into the grand staircase that led to the main entrance. Mikey noticed just as Alfred closed the door, and the two of you were about to go down.

In a split second, Mikey managed to grab on to you before throwing you up into the air. You could hear Alfreds; “oh no” from behind the pizza boxes, just before Mikey crashed down the stairs and into the poor man, causing pizza to fly everywhere. But in the midst of the pizza chaos, Mikey still managed to catch you. Silence fell over all three of you, just as a pizza slice landed on Mikey’s face.

“Oh”, you said, peeling the slice off of your boyfriend’s face. “Pizza!”

You had to admit, flying pizza tasted pretty good. It tasted even better while listening to your boyfriend apologies to agitated Alfred.