#Probably. Not entirely sure

[rosehippiefield]

I love how I'm begining to understand Sent's bizzare lines. Now that I've played EXit/Corners two times, there's just so much that you can see in hindsight. "If you see nothing, does nothing change?". You know what, I understand

[humming-fly]

I love how Gerald was trying to keep Shadow from spoiling anything about the future meanwhile literally everything Shadow says and does around Maria is the biggest death flag ever

[azolitmin]

♜ ♞ ♝ ♛ ♚ ♞ ♝ ♜

[minotaurapologist]

Bunnies is a difficult animals

[zhou-bot-a]

"YOU'RE BLEEDING OUT SOME REAL BULLSHIT HERE!!! YOU'RE A FLUKE!!!"

version without bg under the cut

[mobius-m-mobius]

I'm gonna be the man who's comin' home with you But I would walk five hundred miles -

The Proclaimers – I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles) ft. David Tennant Doctor Who BTS (2009) // BAFTAs (2025) edition

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

[technically-human]

Confessional... things get complicated when you're a ghost.

@i-am-as-normal-as-you-are asked for, and this is a literal quote, "R!Edwin going to a confessional (full angst)" so yeah... full angst indeed.

[shadowsegregious]

not. the greatest cook (still comic under cut <3)

[emjoy398]

There’s probably a section of Rhodes Island dedicated to vetting operator code names right? I’m envisioning a California DMV type situation like:

CARDIGAN

Operator: MY CLAN NAME

RI: NAME ON RECORD

Verdict: ACCEPTED

FROSTY NOVA

Operator: I HAVE ICE ARTS AND NOVA LIKE NEW

RI: TOO SIMILAR TO DECEASED OPERATOR.

Verdict: DENIED

PUDDING

Operator: CLOSURE STARTED CALLING ME THIS??

RI: WEIRD BUT NOT A SIN

Verdict: ACCEPTED

ICENOVA

Operator: I HAVE ICE ARTS AND NOVA LIKE NEW- NEW ICE LIKE FROST

RI: TOO SIMILAR TO DECEASED OPERATOR. STOP DOING THIS.

Verdict: DENIED

CEMENT

Operator: CONK-CREET

RI: Y’KNOW WHAT? SURE.

Verdict: ACCEPTED

ME FIST TOES

Operator: MARTIAL ARTIST I USE FIST AND TOES

RI: ME FIST TOES = MEPHISTO- REUNION. ALSO EW.

Verdict: DENIED

[laurrelise]

i think something interesting about a domestic life post-apocalypse-prevention for five is that he would most likely struggle to cope with the day-to-day in the same way a lot of newly released prisoners do.

in the sense that going to a store and seeing a huge aisle with 9,000 different deodorant brands can be extremely overwhelming for people adjusting to having options at all, i 100% see him getting silently overwhelmed but not really knowing what to do about it. he’s never really had that kind of choice for himself either.

growing up, everything was hand-picked and given to or done for him. in the apocalypse, there was obviously never a choice to begin with. you find something, you take it and make as much use of it as possible. in the commission, i have to assume he was very limited on the things he owned, because there was no reason to be material (if the commission even allowed for it) when the whole thing was a temporary situation he could use to fix his math.

so imagine a physically thirteen five, fresh out of hotel oblivion and finally having found somewhere to stay, going to a store alone to get toothpaste and shampoo and bread and socks. the essentials. and being silently shocked at the sheer amount of options.

also, five is very bad at not over-analyzing everything. everything has a purpose and a motive and a rule of life in his head. i imagine that deciding on something as simple as which coffee maker will be most efficient could feel like life or death to someone who’s never had an option before.

[ivysangel]

Jason as a nibbler, a neck biter, a vampire. Not literally, he doesn't need blood to survive, no, but the way his mouth somehow always finds your neck, always finds a way to catch his teeth on your carotid, you'd think he did.

He comes up behind you so innocently sometimes, his hands ghosting over your hips and his hair tickling your jaw. His beautiful, soft, jet-black hair that is so quickly replaced with sharp nips of his teeth. You pull away, pushing his head back with your hand, and he groans; what did I do, his eyes say when he lifts his head to look at you. "You're biting me." you point to the teeth marks on your neck, indents a little deeper where his canines were. "I'm loving you."

You patiently wait for the day he gets carried away and accidentally draws blood, the day when the permissiveness of your flesh gives way to this indulgent behavior of his. He'll nose at the tiny droplets of blood collecting around the puncture wounds, licking and laving as a pool of iron collects on his tongue. Pulling away, looking like a wolf who's just devoured its prey, with blood smeared on the tip of his nose and his pupils blown wide.

He'd tasted blood before when he'd punched too hard, when he'd been punched too hard; the taste was always bitter in his mouth, too metallic, and always lingering long after he'd washed it away with water, but not yours. No, yours was welcome, just as bitter and metallic but also sweet? Comforting? Welcome? Yes, welcome. He'd welcomed you into his life a multitude of times, made room for you in places he'd previously thought to be too cramped. In his home, in his mind, in his heart, but the one place he could never figure out how to integrate you was his body.

Of course, he'd had sex with you, let you touch him in ways he had never been touched before, seen him at his most vulnerable, but it would never be the same for him as it was for you. You could never be inside of him the way he was inside of you. He thought he'd never know how it felt to walk around with ghosts of you inside of him the way you did when he came too deep or stretched you out too much. He thought he'd never know what it felt like to carry a part of his lover around with him outside of a material object. Now, he knew otherwise; he knew there was an alternative—a painful, bloody alternative—but an alternative nonetheless.

[dracrownian]

It always gets me how fond Rei seems of Conan.

And then, on the other end of the spectrum, you have Conan:

[endless-nightshift]

The scale of MXTX characters hand writing from Worst to Best

Hua Cheng: literally intelligible, those basically aren't even words any.

Wei wuxian: the equivalent of a sleep deprived adhd stem student notes right before an exam. Technically legible but only to him, people who know him really well.

Luo Binghe: it's good. Not outstanding but Nicely legible, pretty when it needs to be.

Shen Qingqiu: technically there's nothing wrong with his hand writing, but His writing is too modern for the Xianxia settings he's living in and although it's not too much of a problem it's definitely enough to make peoples eyebrow raise.

Xie Lian: stunningly beautiful calligraphy. Truly just art in written form.

Lan wangji: the most beautiful and technically perfect hand writing you have everything seen. Calligraphy teachers weap with joy when they see his writing.

[quibbs126]

A random thing I devised in my head today that I just randomly feel like sharing. Probably isn't much good though, and I probably won't do anything with the idea, I just feel like telling, I guess

Basically this just stemmed from me thinking of the idea of Transformers One Orion and D-16 being unaware for a comically long time that they have a sparkling coming, mostly because the cogless bots are not given proper education on the matter given they aren't supposed to have sparklings. But also I found the idea funny

But also it's not like just straight up a normal pregnancy, there's at least a pod/egg stage, and even during that time, they are unaware

The situation I best devised in my head actually has no carrying cycle at all for them, but instead, while in the mines one day, one of them finds a really cool looking glowing metal rock, and they decide to just take it back home with them since it doesn't look like mineable Energon anyways. It's also comfortably warm to the touch, nice to cuddle

It's actually a sparkling pod, but they don't know that. Granted, assuming that this is where sparklings usually come from, you'd assume they'd be more briefed on the subject, but I don't know, maybe they don't normally appear this deep underground. And Orion probably smuggled it back because Elita likely wouldn't let him keep random cave junk, especially if it glows

So they take it back, taking turns as to who has it, and giving it a nice and comfortable little display to watch it from (its glow also seems to fluctuate based on its comfortability, but they brush it off as them not really understanding how rocks work), some miners probably joke about how it's basically their sparkling the way they treat it (they are also unaware), but they don't really care

Then the movie happens, and afterwards when Optimus comes to move his old stuff (as well as D-16's), he decides to take their glowy rock with him, as a reminder of their old life and how happy they used to be. However shortly after, the rock stops glowing entirely, something that has never happened before. Optimus doesn't really know why it happened, but it makes him sad and doesn't help the symbolic meaning, as it seems like their past has seemingly completely died out, and even his old ways can't save it like it used to

Then the next morning, he wakes up to find the rock crumbled and destroyed, but also, that a small sparkling conveniently the same size as the rock is now in his room, either exploring or sleeping right next to him. And he quickly realizes "Oh shit that was a pod. We accidentally incubated a whole child"

[confuzing]

Bingge has been making a mess of the multiverse, looking for a SQQ who'll love him. Why? Excellent question, He's not interrogating his reasoning at all. Why should he? Doesn't he get everything he wants? Doesn't he deserve to have it all?

And yet every time he meets SQQ in any of these dimensions he's spurned, even the nice Shizun from that first universe turned him away... and usually they're much less nice about it. He was killing them for a while but it's been so long he's even bored of that now.

Eventually he finds a ...not quite dimension, more like a little pocket of existence. It's empty except for a bunch of strange machinery, no people. He explores it for a while before coming across a room? arena? of blue glass. He walks out into the middle of the space and the walls begin glowing. He braces himself for an attack- but none comes. Instead words being appearing on the walls.

Welcome Protagonist Luo Binghe! Thank you for providing in-person feedback to the System! Are you satisfied with your ending?

The strange being that speaks to him through the screens uses odd words but Bingge eventually figures out what it wants- and tells it what HE wants.

System has located a world that meets protagonist's requirements. If Luo Binghe is willing to terminated his current account he could restart in this other world.

It takes Bingge a minute to parse that. "Are you saying you can take me somewhere where SQQ will love me but I'd have to die?"

Luo Binghe must die in his current world in order to be reborn into the world meeting his requirements: 1) Scum Villain Shen Qingqiu loves him and 2) he is able to find happiness. System cannot guarantee happiness in any world. The protagonist must earn it for himself.

That's fine. He's not afraid of some hard work. "I'll do it."

Initializing...

~~~~~

There's a woman with long straight hair humming something soft and soothing. There's a man with a loud booming laugh and a red glowing mark on his forehead. There's bright lights that hurt his eyes and screaming. He smells fire and blood and there are hands pulling him every which-way...

The next time he clearly remembers it's dark and cold. Binghe starts awake and doesn't know where he is.

"Mama?' he asks, even though he knows somehow that's wrong. There's movement and quiet groans all around him. He's sandwiched between two other children he realizes. He's notably smaller than either of them. They're curled up in a nest of rags in an alley. That's why it's cold. That's Qi-ge behind him, his back to open space. He's still mostly asleep. And in front of him, up against the wall...

"Mama's gone Binghe." Da-ge says. He sounds grumpy, but he still tugs Binghe closer. (Qi-ge is older than Da-ge, but there's no doubt in his mind which is which.)

"Oh." Binghe says. Da-ge looks like the humming lady...Mama?

His throat hurts. He swallows and then lets out a breathy little sob. Oh...He's crying.

Da-ge's eyes snap open- they're wrong somehow, the wrong color- he pulls Binghe even closer.

"Don't cry didi. I'll take care of you." Da-ge says. He clumsily wipes at Binghe's cheeks. Behind them Qi-ge shifts, one big strong arm coming up to wrap around the both of them.

"We'll be alright, I promise." Da-ge tells him. "Now go back to sleep you silly baby."

Binghe wants to protest. He's not a baby and he's not silly! But he is very tired. So he rests his head on his brother's chest and shuts his eyes.

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