#best coding language for hacking

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LLMs actually do help a ton in coding ive found because they usually know when you need to write 32 lines of nearly identical code but with little finnicky changes and will implement the changes for you. not to mention the fact that it tends to know best practices re: naming conventions in stuff like object-oriented languages. coding with an LLM saves you loads of time on the menial bullshit like copy-pasting lines of code to change two values per line or googling the simple shit youve googled 8 times previously to remember how to do a particular thing. however tech bros want it to replace skilled work and it never ever will because it's only useful as a tool for a competent developer to leverage and not as a cost-efficient faux programmer guided by some hack that doesn't know jack

[deerdoegone]

LOVE INTEREST TYPOLOGY, TWO.

I JUST THREW OUT THE LOVE OF MY DREAMS looking for inspiration for your love interest? maybe you have a fandom-based significant other you want to fit your dr better, or maybe you want to start from scratch and create your own significant other? feel free to use this for yourself or even friends, but this held romantic intentions and was requested.

these are all best for whatever you would like but i see them more commonly in small towns, romcoms, and high school / college realities. geeky articulation with a shy, low, or demotivated social aspect, quirky and humorous when they finally open up. keeper of messenger bags and rectangular glasses, brown converse and silly socks. are you copper and tellurium? because you're cute! get it? no? tough crowd... these things make me think of the following tropes and character labels. THE NERD. THE ACADEMIC ATHLETE. GUY NEXT DOOR. THE CLOSET GEEK.

FACE CLAIMS. marcus scribner. algee smith. justice smith. xu minghao. jordan gonzalez. aramis knight. anirudh pisharody. j.q. quintel. dane dehaan. sam marin. jordan fisher. elliot fletcher. 2000s matthew lilard. 2000s jared padalecki. matthew gray gubler. chidi anagonye. danny pudi. paul dano. cory michael smith. matt bennett.devon bostick, as always. dev patel. freddy carter. tyler james williams. mark eydelshteyn.ivan mok. frank waln. bayardo de murguia. tokala black elk. dakota beavers. phillip bread. tom holland. josh o'connor. lakeith stanfield. daniel kaluuya. lil rel howery. alfred enoch. literally any man who has played spiderman. asia jackson. halle bailey. lola tung. storm reid. emily alabi. kylee russell. minnie mills. maitreyi ramakrishnan. lee joo-won / jooe. reina triendl. tomoko kawase. jazz jennings. amita suman. won minji. amber midthunder. anya taylor joy. ayo edibiri. ayesha madon. ashley argota. billie lourd. benedetta gargari. belissa escobedo. zion moreno. zhou dongyu. margaret qualley. nicole kidman. katheryn winnick. grace van dien. birgundi baker. bailey bass. lee jinsook. tiffany meia. thaddea graham. rio uchida. sheena lim. ramona young. 2000s america ferrera. park so dam. neelam gil. cierra ramirez. haskiri velazquez. doechii. eva noblezada. isabella lovestory is perfect for the closet geek.

PERSONALITY TRAITS. witty. clever. intelligent. incentive. original. aloof. responsible. patient. ambitious. resourceful. loyal. genuine. honest. open-minded. introverted. determined. esthetic. humorous. optimistic. idealistic. committed. carefree. daring. friendly. quiet. shy. strong individualism. thoughtful. well-mannered. unafraid to state their own ideas and opinions. sweet. good-natured. maybe even confident or brave. cutely awkward. analytic. empathetic. driven to do what's right. traits i think align more with the closet geek instead of all tropes are charming. bold. admirable. lively. romantic. leader. debonair. daring. friendly. fun-loving. hedonistic. suave. optimistic. self-reliant. fierce. sociable. idolized. center of attention.

HOBBIES AND HABITS. collecting, maybe comic books or action figures. coding. programming. cinephilia. hacking. reading. board games. cosplay. some form of art, such as drawing or ceramics. video games. photography. studying/researching. puzzles. lego building. something with science or math. blogging. fashion or robotics design. playing some sort of instrument, like the piano. table tennis. scrapbooking. repairing or building electronics. speedsolving.

LOVE LANGUAGES. words of affirmation. resting their lips against your lip, not necessarily kissing. hand holding under desks. puppy dog eyes when they really want to hang out with you. telling you all about their interests and teaching you the rules to their favorite board games. weird, but reading wiki articles together—trust me. melting every time you kiss them. quality time. the whole smiling and giddy attitude when you get mentioned or they get to see you soon. prank wars, but not the obnoxious ones youtubers do nowadays.

POSSIBLE AESTHETICS. for the closet geek, i think of baddie. 2000s party girl. indie sleaze. bloghouse. britpop. mcbling. succubus chic. agejo. kurogal. shoe diva. in general, i think of nerd/geek. prep. office siren. all forms of academia. supernatural (tv show) is an aesthetic if you believe in it hard enough. balletcore. amekaji. twee. kogal. scene. indie. tweemo. related pinboard.

[elluminis]

Batfam Fic Recs

The only fandom that I’ve read more fics for than One Piece is DC Comics, mainly centered on the batfam. And I have…a quite frankly obscene amount of bookmarks. So, here’s a list of my recommendations, organized (to the best of my ability) by relationship, with crossovers at the bottom. I have several more, so honestly you might see another list soon! Fics marked with a ❤️ are some of my all-time favorites!

Batfamily-Centered:

More Precious Than Gold by Drag0nst0rm (G)

In which Bruce is a dragon who hoards children, rather than treasure.

Batfam v. America by antebunny (T) ❤️

The batkids play a game of microaggression bingo at a gala :)

College Disaster by Tanaletheia (T)

In which Steph’s stats professor offers up a hilariously off-mark presentation, she invites Jason along for the ride, and the rest of the family enjoys from afar.

Send to All by kerosceene (T)

Because of course the batfam would have a sex pollen release form.

Loading and Aspect Ratio by JUBE514 (M)

The quintessential batfam wing fic!

Batfamily & Justice League:

‘Cause you mean more than anything (YOTP) by LovesFrogs (G)

In which the Justice League hears Batman refer to Robin as his “partner,” and some very incorrect assumptions are made. This series goes off the rails quickly in the best possible way :)

We’re Adopted?!? by schrijverr (G)

In which the batkids (namely Jason) enjoy being little shits.

Code Bat by Listentothelittlebird (G-T) ❤️

In which the bats leave the nest to come into their own, but always have a family to fall back on.

Jason Todd’s terrible, horrible, no-good very bad Week by slenderboo (T)

The title’s a pretty good summary lmao. Jason accidentally gets himself captured by the Justice League while Batman is off planet…

Bruce Wayne/Clark Kent:

there ain’t no star that shines by amosanguis (E)

In which Bruce insists on being Clark’s fake date to his high school reunion. The fake dating AU that we all wanted!

Dick Grayson-Centered:

Bludhaven Police Department by Lady_of_Lorule (G)

Or, how Sgt. Amy Rohrbach learns about Dick’s double life :)

Multilingual by Lady_of_Lorule (G)

In which the members of Young Justice try to figure out exactly how many languages Robin can speak.

touch starved by envysparkler (T)

In which Dick Grayson could really use a hug.

Dick Grayson/Wally West:

As Invisible as the True Stars at Daybreak by LovesFrogs (G)

Wally knows that something is off with Nightwing, but nobody else will listen to him…

Jason Todd-Centered:

Firewall by ashenice (T)

In which Jason is very cagey about protecting his identity as the Red Hood, but his brothers are determined to get through his prickly exterior and at least convince him to show them how to unlock his helmet.

Jason Todd & Tim Drake:

Brother Wanted by Vamillepudding (G)

In which Tim decides the solution to his loneliness is to hire an older brother.

charity by Valkirin (T)

Jason and Tim meet at a charity event as kids—Jason is normally annoyed to death by the other rich kids at these events, but Tim Drake listens to him from the start. I always adore some brotherly bonding, especially between these two :)

of crime lords and literature by adelfie (T)

In which Tim has his priorities straight, and asks a murderous Red Hood to help him with his English homework. The weirdest part is that it works.

Petals for Armor by SilverSkiesAtMidnight (T)

Trauma bonding, the fic!

phantom pain by envysparkler (T)

Sometimes, you need to walk a mile in somebody else’s shoes. And sometimes, you need to drop-kick your brother’s biological father.

Tim Drake-Centered:

cards on the table by wesslan (NR) ❤️

Tim Drake’s parents fled the country years ago, leaving him behind. But Tim is resourceful…using a combination of stalking, hacking, and good old-fashioned parlor tricks, he has a pretty steady gig going as a fortune teller, scamming the rich Gotham elites. It was going great…until he landed himself on the bats’ radar.

Into the Brighter Night by shoalsea (G)

Tim Drake is very good at coming up with plans. He is not very good at sharing them.

Little Overlooked Dreams by Lunette3002 (G)

An adorable de-aged Tim fic :)

wrong number by adelfie (G)

A feverish little Tim accidentally calls the Waynes rather than Mrs. Mac.

A Meditation on Railroading by eggmacguffin (T) ❤️

I debated on which category this fic belonged in, but I think it fits best here. This fic made me sob, for a few reasons. It’s an incredibly well-written portrayal of abuse, but as somebody who’s been gaslit by somebody I should have been able to trust? I saw myself in Tim here. And it hurt, but it was also so cathartic. I joke about fics changing my brain chemistry, but this one unironically had an impact on my mental health and how I viewed myself. So uh…good shit :)

a study by bernard dowd by cv_angels (T)

In which Bernard has figured out that Tim is a superhero, but he’s a little off base on which one…

Ain’t No Compass, Ain’t No Map by ebjameston (T)

Theo the CPS agent is doing his damndest, but for some reason the Red Hood wants to be granted legal custody over Tim Drake?

Banshee in a Well by liverobinreaction (bugbee) (T) ❤️

Tim was five when he died for the first time. Basically, what happens when you give a passively suicidal character the inability to die?

Date Roulette by AlyTyler (T)

An AU in which Jack Drake dies earlier, and Janet Drake discovers the wonders of bisexuality. Much to Tim’s dismay, she keeps dating people that he knows! Basically crack, but absolutely hilarious.

if you get lost (you can always be found) by corvidspectre (T)

What can I say, I love a good trans!Tim fic!!

I’ll Stand By You by TaraLaurel (T)

Tim is living on the streets after his parents kicked him out, when two not-strangers save him from getting his face punched in. A Tim joins the batfam early AU, with all of that good queer angst :)

Obedience by Sohotthateveryonedied (T)

Ella Enchanted, the fic! In which something is very wrong with Tim.

Off-Brand Bat by raven_of_hydecastle (G-T)

Tim commits identity theft, the series!

On the Way Home by ignesfatuis (T)

In which Tim is secretly a wolf-shifter, for better or for worse. I love a good supernatural AU, and I also love some good Tim angst. So…basically a perfect storm for me!

Rebellious teenagers don’t get coffee by Ididloveyou_once (T)

I was debating whether to put this under “Batfamily-centered” or here, but I ultimately decided it’s more of a “Tim and his brothers” fic than a “batboys” fic. Anyway, Tim throws a party while his parents are out, and Dick and Jason jump into big brother mode.

Settle Our Bones by batmoniker, justbeyondstars, & motleyfam (T)

In which Tim is forcibly assimilated into the batfamily early (and Jack and Janet Drake are, unsurprisingly, jackasses).

Shutterbug by goldkirk (G-T)

A classic for lovers of Tim Drake! Baby stalker Tim is forcibly adopted into the batfam early AU, the series :)

The Body Keeps the Score by StoriesAreMagic (T)

In which Tim is a metahuman with accelerated healing, and has parents who are very willing to take advantage of that. I love myself some Tim whump complete with Jack and Janet bashing :)

the capillaries in my eyes are bursting by Scarlet_Ribbons (T) ❤️

Maybe I just like to see Tim suffer? Because this is yet another fic where Tim is very much suffering.

Like a Hinge, Like a Wing by Ultrageekatlarge (M) ❤️

The problem is that Tim’s spent the past month or so slowly getting murdered.

This fic is so, so good. It’s absolutely horrifying—there are intimate descriptions of abuse and starvation, but good god is it well-written and incredibly compelling. I don’t think I’ve been on the edge of my seat quite like this with any other fic.

Tim Drake & Damian Wayne:

Trust fall by Ididloveyou_once (M) ❤️

Tim has an unexpected run in with his youngest brother at the Kent’s ranch. This fic is the one that made me love Damian—queer solidarity, the fic!

White Collar Crossovers:

Okay. Before I get into the fics. Please give these a chance! You don’t need to know much about White Collar—I sure as hell didn’t when I first started reading these crossovers, and now my third-most bookmarked fandom is White Collar. Solely because of the crossovers. All you really need to know is that Neal Caffrey, a nonviolent conman and prolific forger, was arrested for bond forgery and sentenced to four years in prison. He broke out towards the end of his sentence (because his girlfriend broke up with him) but upon being recaptured, he agreed to work as an FBI informant in exchange for work release. His handler is Peter Burke (married to the lovely Elizabeth “El” Burke), and the two frequently work alongside agents Diana Berrigan and Clinton Jones. There’s some good shit in here, I promise—there’s a reason why every other fic has a heart next to it :)

A Familiar Sound by dandelioness666 (G) ❤️

In which Dick!Neal runs into a kind Romani grandmother at an art gallery. This fic just…makes me feel warm, it’s absolutely gorgeous.

The Real Neal Caffrey by Squirrel806 (G) ❤️

This fic kills me every time, it’s so goddamn funny. In which “Neal Caffrey” is an identity donned by several members of the batfamily…at the same time.

blind (as a) bat by WhatTheHeckIsGoingOn (G-T)

In which Tim has prosopagnosia (face blindness) and has to temporarily take over Jason’s undercover gig as Neal Caffrey, all while hiding his face blindness from both the feds and his family.

Boy Serum by Amateum (T) ❤️

In which Dick!Neal gets hit with a spell that prevents him from telling lies—which is a bit inconvenient, especially when one is trying to successfully complete an undercover mission. Feat. identity porn, brotherly bonding, and some incredible action sequences!

Neal¹² by TheWitchBoy (T)

In which Neal is a role played by all members of the batfamily, to their eternal amusement and Peter’s eternal torment.

Nothing Can Shake This Family Tree by RandomReader13 (T) ❤️

This is actually two fics—both fantastic, but for two very different reasons. Dick!Neal is undercover (and trying to keep it that way) in NYC, Jason is catatonic following the attack from the Joker, and Tim is…trouble. I love this portrayal of Jason, and the author does an incredible job of getting across Dick’s fraying mental state. He’s under a lot of pressure, and by god can you feel it. 100% worth the read :)

State on behalf of Underaged Minors v. Wayne by Miss_Kitty (T)

This is an absolutely fascinating fic! I honestly don’t think I can say it any better than this excerpt:

“If they come looking for Batman, they can’t be allowed to find him,” Bruce tells this to every new child he takes under his cape. “If they get too close, all they will find is a man who hurts his children.”

The Unbreakable Caffreys ‘Verse by Miss_Kitty (T) ❤️

In which each member of the Wayne clan has another identity—a Caffrey, who exists separate and apart from the glitter and fame of Gotham, and settles instead around a mechanic’s shop in NYC. This is an absolutely brilliant idea, and the world building is incredible. A favorite of mine for a reason :)

What Makes a Gothamite by Dragonfly_Dream (T) ❤️

Almost every chapter is like one in a series of interconnected one-shots, exploring some creepy-ass Gotham-exclusive trait that Dick!Neal has brought over to NYC with him. A very fun read, especially if you love fucked up and sentient Gotham :)

While You Were Missing by caffeinatedbasil (T) ❤️

I know I talk about fics that altered my brain chemistry all the time, but this one had me legitimately sobbing every other chapter. Jason is undercover as Neal Caffrey, but a complication in the form of one Lian Harper comes running into his office one day. All of a sudden, Jason is a single parent, grieving a friend and a relationship that never was, all while doing his damndest to maintain his cover. Feat. a complex exploration of grief, batsiblings having each other’s backs, and all of the best angst of identity porn!

young, just us, and our muscle memory of double dutch by umanta (NR-T) ❤️

Oh look, another series of fics that altered my brain chemistry! In which Tim and Damian created the Neal Caffrey alias together, but Tim can’t stop running into members of Youn Justice. This has the fic that made me fall in love with Cissie King-Jones :)

anchor me (let me soar) by blueyeti (E)

This one is…literally just Birdflash smut that happens to be set in a WC crossover. But, some absolutely incredible smut! Basically, exhibitionism and bondage a la Birdflash :)

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timestamp: laurels

it’s 2:14 pm when you spot tony in the crowd.

๑彡 platonic!tony stark x gender neutral!reader

๑彡 adopted child!au — mentions of kidnapping — fluff

๑彡 paragraph format — 0.7K words

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๑彡 i don’t think i’ve ever projected this hard on any of my works before, but— my sincere apologies bc i made yn a college of engineering student, like i am *insert exhaling emoji here*

๑彡 if you think tony’s a little too ooc here . . . that’s bc he’s based on endgame!tony — specifically his dynamic with morgan :D

You, [full name], are the child of Tony Stark— the Tony Stark. Not biologically in any way, but treated like one nevertheless.

A blessing it might be to remember whenever you’re around your adoptive father and everyone close to him, it’s also a curse the media loves to remind you every chance they get. They are extremely selective about when they consider you a Stark — and it all depends on the narrative they want to push. Effectively, you’re only a Stark in their eyes whenever you do something they deem unbecoming of the name.

Your father Tony does his best to shield you from all the negative attention that comes with being his child. His efforts go beyond suing reporters and paparazzi to oblivion — and assigning shadow bodyguards to keep you safe. He gives you the freedom to live normally as well, which includes bestowing you another name that flies under the radar. [First name] Carbonell.

[First name] Carbonell who just decided to participate in their university’s hack-a-thon on a whim. Who didn’t even tell their dad where they disappeared to on a weekend. And who just got called onto the makeshift stage.

"Congratulations," your old Assembly Language Programming professor greets you as you shake his hand and accept the 3D-printed trophy he’s offering you.

So much for only attending for the free merch.

(You came for the workshops, too, of course. But it was never in your plan to code something, especially with a clock set so tight, let alone submit something for judging. It just kind of . . . happened.)

You give a small, polite smile. "Thank you."

Once more, the crowd roars with applause. However, this time, it’s accompanied by a familiar celebratory whistle. Dad.

You locate him just before the shutter clicks. Your winning photo immortalizes your genuine reaction to spotting your dad in the crowd.

You run to him immediately after descending from the makeshift stage. He catches you in an embrace. "Congratulations, [nickname]." You melt into the hug as he plants a kiss on top of your head. "I’m proud of you."

Truth be told, you never imagined that you two would reach this point. You were convinced that you were meant to die in fourth grade, when HYDRA kidnapped you as petty revenge to your SHIELD agent biological parents. It was only by pure luck that the Avengers found you when they did — especially when they weren’t even looking for you in the first place. Although it wasn’t Iron Man who found you first, you clung to Tony since then because he reminded you of your biological father the most.

Tony, for his part, as he later admitted to you during your junior year of high school, had been hesitant to take you in himself. He cared for you a lot, to the point that he had been convinced you deserved a better guardian than he could ever be. Yet, at the same time, the thought of never seeing you again was too much to bear.

The two of you had to figure things out along the way. And you’d like to think you have done well in doing your respective best.

"Thanks, Dad." You tighten your hold on him, unwilling to let go just yet. "Means a lot."

Later, when your dad had enough photos of you with your trophy in his phone, he takes you to a hamburger joint. He had denied your request to have donuts for lunch, but he did promise to get a couple dozen for dessert.

"How did you know I was on campus?" You ask as you unwrap more of your burger.

Your dad, who hasn’t peeled off his photostatic veil and stripped off his disguise, nonchalantly relies, "JARVIS tattled on you."

You stop mid-bite because of that. "Dad! You said you removed that protocol!"

"I did." His burger suddenly appears the most interesting thing to look at. "I just asked JARVIS where you were because I wanted to have lunch."

Your eyes soften. University has been . . . a lot. You haven’t been able to join your dad for meals, much less hang around his workshop like you always did when you were younger.

You thought nothing it, really. Partly because you’ve been too busy to think about it, but mostly because you assumed he wouldn’t care. After all, you still live with him — and you two see each other in the hallways every-so-often at midnight.

It never occurred to you that your dad will miss you, even when he still has everything keeping him occupied. "I miss you, too, you know."

[uneducated-author]

How I Would Write The Well If The BBC Trusted Me To Play With Their Toys

Immediately, I'd scrap the idea of a squadron team. It means too much competence and contingency, we know that these people are prepared or trained for dangerous situations. Have the Doctor & Belinda step out or crash into a mining pod or scavengers group who are trying to see if there's anything valuable on the surface of a long dead planet. Have it that the 'galvanic radiation' is mucking with the vindicator so they're stuck on the planet for an hour or so, so they join up.

Have it be a smaller team, about two or three people, all friendly and familiar with each other. Familiar crew, all making the best of what they can, travellers in the universe. They stumble across the mining operation and same setup, every body they find is dead, only by laser fire.

They find Aliss, same as the episode, having just attacked her friend, but her friend wasn't killed, just sealed in a freezer. Aliss shares 'only I have the code to open it, they don't want to risk soldiers stealing food'. Aliss shares that she had a gun, but couldn't shoot, unauthorised personnel, Doctor jokes that fridges are more useful anyway and traditional 'no guns' lil moment. There's no noise, and no footage, but sonic screwdriver says that life signs inside are steady.

Side note, I'd like to play off of Oxygen with the whole 'paying to breathe' thing, except it's paying to speak. Aliss has a pair of gloves that verbalise sign for her, but she has to pay to charge it. Doctor hacks it with Sonic Screwdriver of course, but it could be a real world parallel of how it's expensive to be disabled, how you have to pay to access the treatment and accessibility aids that permit an individual lifestyle.

Aliss says 'it came from the sky' and the Doctor is like 'what is it' and Aliss says 'a ghost'.

Immediate sort of Red Herring where Aliss shared that the commander of the base investigated the Well, standard mechanical/maintenance checks, and then all of a sudden went up to the highest point of the plant. When they went to get him he was speaking in tongues, like there were a hundred voices within him, all saying different things. Buy occasionally he would break through, with no collection of what 'the ghost' was saying. He tried to remove the safety field, which would expose them all to Galvanic Radiation' and was shot by second in command.

But then the second in command started being haunted, but not by the tongues, by the commander. It was his words, his mannerisms, even his language. This time they asked what the thing was and where it came from, and it responds 'Sky'.

Aliss shares that people panicked and destroyed each other. That she didn't want to hurt her friend but she was scared. And rescue missions are too expensive for one cook (future stage capitalism for the win). Doctor asks what species' were on board, Aliss rattles off about ten or so, none of them human, which Belinda and the Doctor thinks is odd.

Scavengers of course want to leave, offer to take Aliss, but the Doctor points out that she might be controlled by the ghost. The scavengers are all like 'don't be a dick' but the Doctor points out that the issue with two survivors is that you can't tell which survived the other. Have it be a moment where he's clearly apologetic, but he can't be certain. Have Aliss agree, make some joke about 'I'm a cook, I know how deadly a contagious infection can be.' Have her also say that she doesn't want to give up on her friend, that as long as there's life, there's hope. Immediately sets up that these are good people, all who live normal lives, but don't want to hurt people, even if it means saving themselves.

Classic Investigation of the environment, checking the well as per episode, finding footage of people murdering each other, Belinda horrified, Doctor says fear and desperation are the biggest causes of death in the universe. 'It makes you fight. Creeps into your head. And whispers.'

Aliss has a moment with the doctor where she says that she pulled the trigger. That the shot didn't fire, because she was unauthorised, but she's haunted by the fact that she chose to kill. 'Is that what I amount to? Murder?'. Doctor says that she didn't choose to kill her friend. She could have removed all the air from the freezer, or messed with the controls. 'You chose to fire, you were scared. But you didn't choose to kill'. Doctor also says 'it feels familiar' with Belinda saying 'more than a thousand years travelling the universe, everything should be familiar to you'.

Doctor shrugs it off, decides to go to the observation point where the commander was infected, tries to see any breaches in the ceiling. Scavengers offer for Aliss to join them when she despairs about what happens next, Belinda points that out to the Doctor. Tells him 'you're wrong. Because fear and desperation can do that, too. Travelling with you, I've never been more scared in my life. But I never thought I'd see something like that. Just listen.'

Something clicks, and the Doctor clearly freezes. Looks up and says 'Sky' and then says 'I've said that before.' Belinda's all like 'what?' and the Doctor goes 'what did I say, by the pit, by the well? I've said that before, when did I say that?' Flashback to Doctor going 'It makes you fight. Creeps into your head. And whispers' intercut with the same dialogue being said by the tenth Doctor during 'Midnight' while being possessed by the entity. Doctor has the same sort of breakdown as he does in the episode, asking Aliss 'what was the grey star, before, what was the old name of the planet' etc. Unravelling the mystery.

Running back down to the sealed fridge while he explains

Doctor: 'You asked her two questions, who she was and where she came from. She came from the Well, clawed her way up until she found warm meat and didn't stop climbing until she reached the observation deck and she realised she'd made it.'

Belinda: 'Then why did she say Sky?'

Doctor: 'Because that was Mrs Silvestry's name. And she remembers.'

Scavengers and Aliss clearly confused, and the Doctor brings up footage of the Captain 'speaking in tongues'. Isolates the voices and it's all from the episode 'Midnight', from the Doctor to Jethro to DeeDee, and cumulating with the Doctor saying 'all right Sky? Turn around'. They all turn around, and Aliss is there.

The Doctor: 'Is that what you amount to? Murder?'

Aliss: 'I said that.'

The Doctor: 'So did I. 400,000 years ago.'

Uncertainty whether Aliss is 'possessed' or not, as the Doctor admits it would be hard to tell. 'When we left, it was already close to a perfect copy. And it's had months to tear this base apart. It could be any of us.' Same monologue as the episode 'a different life, no face, no name, no self'.

Doctor: 'It tried to throw me out into the radiation of an Xtonic star once, I don't think it would think twice about trapping the last survivor in a freezer.'

Scavenger: "Would it think twice about murdering her? If it is the same entity, would it tell us everything?'

Doctor: 'That's the thing, I don't know who's talking. The scavenger who travels the universe, just to see what's been left behind? Or Mrs Silvestry, who dug her way out 400,000 years later, and murdered an entire base, just to stay warm.'

Belinda, sharp: 'Shut up.'

Doctor: 'Why. Because it sounds familiar?'

Belinda: 'Because you sound scared and desperate.'

Doctor, pausing, evaluating: 'You're not fighting. You're not... Screaming and turning on each other and trying to throw each other out to save yourself. Why?'

Aliss: 'I chose to kill someone to save myself. Not just someone, my friend. And she's alive, but I still made that choice. And I know that that's not something I can live with. I like to believe I'm better than that.'

Scavengers: 'You live like we do, travel like we do, you see the universe different. It can be scary, the people you meet on dead planets, the things you have to do. I'm sure you've seen a lot of scary things, Doctor, so have we. But we've never met something that gets better by behaving worse.'

Belinda: 'The Human Race is gone. If the world ends in 2025, that means, I'm the last of my kind. And I can't let them down.'

Doctor, after a long pause: 'Trust me?'

Belinda: '... Yes.'

Doctor: 'Still?'

Belinda: 'You don't sound scared anymore.'

Doctor opens the freezer, and the remaining survivor steps out, alive, and relieved to see Aliss. Aliss apologises, but the other (I'm calling her Mo) says it wasn't her fault. Says she woke up in the freezer, like a really tight helmet had been removed. Doctor says he felt the same way. Mo asks 'who are you' and the Doctor said 'if you really are Mo, I'm the only other person in the universe who has survived whatever destroyed this base.' Seals the freezer shut behind her and asks for everyone to listen.

Doctor says that is the entity is with them now, he's addressing it directly. Admits he's scared, that very little in the universe has scared him, but that day, he was scared. Lists the passengers of the flight, starting with Mrs Silvestry, and ending with the flight attendant (showing that he learned her name since then). 'We were all scared.'

Everyone looking at each other, clearly wondering what he's trying to do.

Doctor continues, saying that they were scared, and desperate, and that was probably a pretty bad introduction of humanity. Asks how long it had been waiting, out in the cold, with the diamonds, because 'i saw time in your mind. It keeps me awake, how long you waited in the cold'.

A bang rings out, and it could be a coincidence.

The Doctor says 'you were new, and unexpected, and didn't know what it was to feel and you met us at our worst. And then when you got a chance to find us again, we kept shooting you. Every time you tried to find a voice, every time you tried to talk. Because you make us scared, you make us desperate, because you never knew we could be anything else. A bit like me. I didn't know how not to be scared of you, so I scared everyone else.'

Doctor looks around, careful, like he can see something. Looks straight at Belinda.

Says that today was a good day. That today, he'd remembered that fear, desperation, it can make people kind. He hopes that 'whoever you are, you learned that as well'.

He stands, and Mo stops him. Asks if he's mental, if he thinks talking to the creature will stop it? Doctor says that he hopes for that every day, and it usually works out. Mo says that she can't leave, and the Doctor asks if she was listening, because she has all the information she needs. Mo, of course, is confused. Doctor lists off the species that were on board the plant, and mentions that out of all of them, Mo was the only one who was cold blooded. Which didn't mean anything, until she was left in a freezer to grow cold. Says that once, long ago this planet was cold as well, and a monster slept surrounded by diamonds. Says that, if they're very lucky, maybe the cold has drawn it back to sleep.

Aliss is clearly overjoyed, as is Mo, but Mo still asks, what if they're not lucky? The Doctor admits that he doesn't know. That he can't control the universe, it's never ended well when he's tried. But he can try and show something new, something that might be the first of it's kind, might be the last, who knows, he can try and show her some kindness. Maybe she'll learn something.

Sends the scavengers, Aliss and Mo away and him and Belinda sit in the Tardis. She asks if he really thinks that 'whatever it is' is in hibernation and he says he doesn't know. Brings up a map of the universe as it is now. Points out that 'over there, a war is going to break out, wipes out whole swathes of the sector. Like all wars, started over nothing but fear and a whisper in someone's ear. Over here, twenty stars implode, a galactic mystery, nobody will ever figure out why. There, the first recorded sighting of a man eating shadow, piranhas in dust motes. Then again, four hundred thousand years, maybe people have learned, and maybe she did too. Maybe she's just, listening, following, haunting. Everywhere has ghosts. And here-' big swipe to nothing, empty space, Doctor falters. 'Point is, there's plenty of monsters in the universe. Let's just hope that we left ours in a freezer on a forgotten planet, not the middle of the universe'

Belinda (looking at the empty space): middle of the universe.

Doctor violently flinches at the repetition, callback to Midnight and going 'don't-just' and Belinda hugging him (potentially first hug in the season? Not certain?)

[fear-is-truth]

What is a random headcanons you have of Kai? Like the type of headcanons that would make him seem really human and not like he's constantly a murderer or psychopathic.

KAI ANDERSON // headcanons

a/n: here goes.. but i fear he’s just as fucked up bc i was trying to be realistic ya know

judges people by their handshakes. a weak grip disgusts him, and he’ll never respect someone with gross clammy hands.

watches old footage of leaders like hitler, stalin, or jfk to study their body language, hand movements. kai practices in front of a mirror until it feels natural. every gesture he makes while speaking is rehearsed. the way he waves his hands, points, or clenches his fists is meant to manipulate emotions.

practices subtle gestures (touching someone’s shoulder, making intense eye contact) to make people subconsciously trust him.

enjoys watching true crime documentaries and infodumps about jonestown or heaven’s gate.

remembers oddly specific details about people but weaponises them later in arguments.

thrives on debates, especially when he can dominate someone intellectually. he’ll derail conversations just to win, even if it’s about the dumbest shit like the best way to eat a subway sandwich.

has entire passages of nietzsche and shakespeare memorized, knows random latin phrases and sprinkles them into conversations to seem cultured.

hates losing at anything—he’ll rage quit a game of monopoly if it’s not going his way.

when fixated on something—a person, an idea, or a goal—he becomes consumed by it. spends hours researching or strategising, often at the expense of his health.

has casually invested in bitcoin and other cryptocurrencies. checks his coinbase and binance accounts obsessively. has strong opinions about dogecoin being a joke.

occasionally reads self-help books.

his library consists mostly of power-centric books. his favourites include the prince by machiavelli, the 48 laws of power by robert greene, the art of war by sun tzu, and nietzsche’s thus spoke zarathustra. also delves into russian literature like dostoevsky’s notes from underground and tolstoy’s war and peace.

collects super offensive internet memes in a private folder. posts pepe memes on 4chan ironically but secretly thinks they’re funny.

leaves people on read for hours, just because.

desensitised himself to gore.

loves gta, rdr2 and civilization VI. played cod religiously in his incel days.

follows elon musk on x (formerly known as twitter) and admires him as a disruptor of society. or maybe it’s a tech bro thing idk. retweets his memes but also calls him a sellout for pandering to the masses.

loathes andrew tate for his shallow and illogical takes but agrees with 10% of his misogynistic rhetoric.

posts inflammatory tweets that toe the line between radicalism and satire, carefully wording them to avoid getting banned.

an avid user of letterboxd. some of his reviews are super scathing—but for some reason, they always blow up. he’d open the app to find that his hate review on la la land got 7.2k likes. screenshot compilations circulate on reddit and instagram.

his letterboxd favourites are: american psycho, fight club, the social network and the matrix (all 5 star ratings)—but claims he likes them for their philosophical depth.

his favourite show is mr. robot, saying elliot alderson is “the closest thing to a genius on tv.” he also likes the twilight zone and breaking bad.

obsessed with eminem—he’s been a fan ever since d-12. the marshall mathers lp are his go-to rage anthems. thinks lose yourself is the pinnacle of motivational music.

thinks kanye west is a misunderstood genius and frequently defends him online.

uses dark mode on every device.

apple loyalist. owns a macbook, iphone, and airpods because he appreciates their sleek and minimalistic design. calls android users “peasants.”

never charges his phone until it has like 2% left.

brilliant with tech—can hack into nearly anything. knows how to code in several languages, always staying on top of the latest tech trends and occasionally contributes to dark web forums.

builds custom pcs for fun. dabbles in coding and hacking. knows how to create computer viruses.

used to spend wayyy too much time on forums like 4chan, r/RedPill, r/foreveralone and r/incels, though he’s mostly active on subreddits like r/iamverybadass, and r/unpopularopinion. also lurks r/atheism just to mock people with religion.

frequently visits r/AmITheAsshole to judge people, always siding with the “bad guy.” bro has the potential to be a criminal defense lawyer that the DA despises.

lowkey obsessed with angelina jolie, specifically from her tomb raider days. probably has a pinup poster stashed somewhere in his room.

uses arctic fox’s poseidon blue hair dye.

firmly believes in the efficiency of 3-in-1 body wash, shampoo, and conditioner.

wears dior sauvage because it’s “masculine but sophisticated.” probably bought it after seeing johnny depp in an ad.

when he’s in a mood, kai loves sneaking up on people to startle them. he’s perfected the art of standing silently in doorways until someone notices.

prefers dogs because they’re trainable, loyal, and trusting on their owner. in other words they are easy to manipulate and control.

constantly rolls his shoulders and cracks his neck. it’s both a habit and a way to intimidate people.

his lust for power stems from feeling powerless in his youth, particularly after witnessing his father’s abuse to his mother and the lack of control he had over the situation.

struggles to process complex emotions like guilt, shame, or empathy. often suppresses them or redirects them into rage.

swings between grandiosity (believing he’s destined for greatness) and crippling self-doubt (thinking he’s fundamentally unlovable)

finds it almost impossible to open up emotionally unless it’s to manipulate someone.

criticism, even minor, eats away at him. he’ll stew over it for days, replaying it in his head while devising ways to “prove them wrong.”

gets uneasy if someone expresses affection without clear reason—suspects ulterior motives.

goes online to stalk whoever winter’s dating at the time. sends cryptic, vaguely threatening texts from a burner number or straight up dox them. half of it is for shits and giggles, the other half is rooted in jealousy.

he’s attracted to girls who are intelligent and opinionated. independent but emotionally vulnerable, so he can swoop in and “save” them (he has a saviour complex). loyalty is non-negotiable, and she has to make him feel like her top priority.

anyone resembling winter is immediately his type, but he’d never admit it.

freakishly good at darts and chess.

knows how to pick locks and also, how to build a perfect pipe bomb.

his clown mask is inspired by satan in dante’s divine comedy (based on this convo with @porcelainlipgloss)

alternates between ice-cold showers and scalding hot ones depending on his mood.

drums his fingers or shakes his leg while sitting. can spin a pen around his fingers like a pro. learned it during boring college lectures and now does it absentmindedly.

can’t stand slow walkers, or when someone scrapes a fork on their teeth. his reactions to these are disproportionate and borderline hostile.

prone to road rage.

has read elliot rodger’s manifesto once, mostly out of curiosity and boredom, but ended up getting weirdly immersed in it. he disagreed with the bravado and entitlement, though—he finds it pathetic and would mock it, but still, he couldn’t put it down. deep down, he understands the mindset too well, which makes him uncomfortable.

selectively polite. says “please” and “thank you” when it benefits him but will completely ignore social etiquette in other situations, like cutting lines or taking the last slice of pizza.

his workout playlist consists of nine inch nails, rammstein. aggressive rap like eminem (“till i collapse” is a staple) and dmx. sometimes mixes in orchestral movie scores (the dark knight rises soundtrack pumps him up)

brushes his teeth aggressively, so his toothbrushes always wear out quickly.

loves gas station beef jerky and bags of plain popcorn with way too much salt.

doesn’t drink often, claiming alcohol dulls the mind. but when he does, it’s always something hardcore like everclear or absinthe. has a surprisingly high alcohol tolerance.

can literally live off black coffee or monster zero ultra (white can). claims he doesn’t need caffeine, but drinks it constantly because he “likes the bitterness.”

his handwriting is pretty neat, but only when he’s focused—otherwise, it’s chicken scratch.

loves the smell of gasoline and sharpies.

can’t sit his ass down during phone conversations—kai paces back and forth like a caged animal.

rarely gets more than four hours of sleep.

and when he does sleep, he sleeps on his stomach with one arm dangling off the bed.

sleep talks under extreme stress.

secretly likes it when someone takes care of him. whether it’s bandaging a cut or insisting he eats when he’s been working too hard, he fucking melts. he’ll complain about being babied, but it’s a front.

[dailyrandomwriter]

Day 764

Video games as a storytelling medium are fascinating because a game does not necessarily have to be fun to be compelling, or to tell a good story apparently. Mindhack is technically a text adventure game, something that is easy to forget under the veneer of wonderfully animated graphics, fitting musical score and a typing mechanic that makes you feel like a hacker.

But let me be honest, after playing the demo, I can’t say I had ‘fun’ in the typical sense. This isn’t a game I would play because I found the mechanics ‘fun’ but rather I would play this because I find the storyline fascinating. 

In Mindhack you play the character only known as Doctor, who lives in a world where a person’s soul is a source code that can be hacked and changed. Their job is to seek out BUGS, errors in people’s source code that causes them to be aggressive, violent and all sorts of evil in society. The Doctor is one of the best Mindhackers seen in their generation… a genius, whose job is to get rid of these BUGS and turn these individuals into happy, functioning members of society.

And if this sounds kind of dystopian, it is.

The game does not hide the fact that there is something very uncomfortable to the audience about the premise of this society. A discomfort that grows when you realize the Doctor lives and works at this facility, they do not leave. The AI that oversees their well being, often comments on their genius and in the extra section even refers to them in a possessive sort of language. This opens up the possibility that the Doctor is as much of a victim as the people they reformat.

A victim who is not okay and might even be developing a BUG themselves, if such a thing actually exists, and isn’t just propaganda to justify what amounts to brainwashing.

It is a fascinating game that certainly deserves a playthrough once it leaves early access. Not because I enjoy the game mechanics (though I will always say yes to a good typing game), but because I want to experience the growing psychological horror that is Mindhack.

At least that’s where I assume that storyline is going.

[drowsypancake]

Sellout | Bucky Barnes x Reader

The head of a crime ring specialising in the sale of classified information meets the Winter Soldier three separate times, and is put into an uncomfortable position due to his appearance in her life. The third time serves as a catalyst, setting her on a path that slowly compromises her beliefs until it's no longer clear to her what she really wants.

Warnings: no beta reader; mentions of violence, weapons, and death; some adult language; maybe eventual romance??; annoyance-into-friendship tone for now; appropriate hatred of HYDRA

Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: So I just started trying to write, and I have no idea whether I cooked with this or whether I'm going to delete my blog afterwards, but I can leave it as a one-shot or use my ideas for a longer series if I decide to pick it up. Feedback would be appreciated even if it's negative. TL/DR: first fic ever, crucify me for my writing if necessary

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The first time you met him, you barely got a good look. One second, your meeting was scheduled to begin as they normally did, speaking to overinflated egos lining either side of the long table you sat at the head of. The next, the glass windows shattered as a figure crashed through, your bodyguards immediately standing, drawing their weapons, and covering you. You didn’t stick around long enough that day to see the whole picture, but after some later digging, it would seem that you’d gotten on the radar of the Winter Soldier.

That night, of course, you’d taken your usual actions whenever something of this scale occurred. You made a few calls, contacted your most trusted informants, and naturally took down notes. You gathered that this… incident, you’d call it, was supposed to be a one and done. He’d managed to find your office through the help of his team’s AI. Annoying. You’d have to cover up everything better. The bigger issue, however, was that the Avengers were looking to shut down your information ring. Fortunately for you, you’d kept a low enough profile that the Soldier had stormed in blind to who the real boss was, and had taken the man at the foot of the table instead. That was an honest mistake, and you could sympathize: there really wasn’t a big enough difference to care. 

At least you’d gotten away. It would be frustrating to have to build up a new location and group of informants for the next one, but you would try. Your tightest circle didn’t scare easily, which was good as they were the only ones to have seen your face. You didn’t bother doing business in person if you didn’t have to; getting out of bed was annoying. You preferred to either make calls, send emails, letters, threats, etc… Or you would use one of your men as a proxy. It was generally better that way. You wouldn’t deal with misogynistic garbage being spewed your way from men who thought they knew better (and would then shortly find out why messing with you was a bad idea), and your penthouse was nice. 

You sent out the message to all of the people in your meeting to lay low as soon as you had left the chaos of the gunfight the Soldier’s appearance had started. Well, those who were left. The man who’d been assumed to be in charge was taken into custody, and unfortunately one had pushed his luck a little too far, and ended up losing his life while fighting back. That was a shame, but not a loss. He’d always been a little too impulsive for your tastes. You’d pick someone else more responsible to fill in.

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A month later, you saw him for the second time. It wasn’t like you hadn’t been putting in as much effort as you could in trying to avoid being found, but it hadn’t mattered. Even putting your tech team–who you’d rather not admit is just your most code adept contact–on the case hadn’t helped. Stark tech was annoyingly hard to hack into. You couldn’t blame them, really. You’d be working with the best level of encryption too if you were on their side. You just happened to not take sides. You paid a network of people to report everything they could back to you, and then you sold it at a higher price to those who came to you looking for it. It was a good way to make money, actually, in addition to the several other operations you had your hands in. You certainly didn’t live a humble life. A private one, yes, but not a humble one.

This time, you’d changed buildings, and you’d even changed cities. It hadn’t mattered, the Winter Soldier had still found you. This time, there’d been a pause in the destruction for only a moment, a pause that you felt like you were the only one to feel. The window had been broken in a similar fashion to the last time, and while you were immediately flanked and started fleeing for the exit, your eyes met his. Steel blue seemed to stare directly through you, and what must have only been a split second felt like it had lasted hours. 

That was all you’d gotten to see before being rushed out of the back entrance. But it had been enough. He’d been caught up in fighting the rest of the people in there who were either brave or stupid enough not to run, but he’d looked directly at you while tearing through your security and associates. He knew you were in charge, and this time, you knew he’d come into the office with the sole intent to bring you in. You were his mission this time, and something that you’d been aware of in the near decade since the S.H.I.E.L.D. and H.Y.D.R.A. were leaked, was that the Winter Soldier always completed his mission.

That was a harrowing thought as you rushed through the underground of the building. Thankfully, you got away, but you knew it wouldn’t be for long. The only reason you hadn’t been caught this time was that you always had multiple exits you could take. You decided not to return to your penthouse that night, instead going to one of the smaller, shittier apartments you had. New York could get expensive, even with your money, so only two of your apartments were luxury. In your eyes, anyway. The other two were probably very nice according to others, but they were average to you. You barely lived in them and so didn’t feel the need to make them feel as at home as the others, so they were worse in your opinion.

You knew at this point that you were being hunted. It was a new experience, feeling like this. Normally you were the one who knew every last move of your opponent, who could effortlessly drive someone into a corner just by using the information available to you. Now, you had to halt operations on multiple fronts, trying to go radio silent in an effort to throw the Avengers off of your trail. It felt insulting. You never directly involved yourself in anything illegal as you had no desire to end up in prison if something failed along the lines, so you knew you were at least partially safe. But to think that you were a big enough threat for them to find you and try to shut you down, but only send one of their operatives… That was almost a blow to your ego. You were a threat, but one they’d rather not waste too much time on. Rude.

You kept out of the way for a while after that, waiting a few more months before directly showing up to anything again. The coast seemed clear, but this was still done with caution. You knew what being a ghost entailed; you knew that the Soldier could very well be stalking your apartment building as well. There were no problems for a little bit, though. You kept an extra eye out and avoided anything that seemed even remotely sketchy, but there was nothing.

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The third time you saw him was inarguably the worst one. There was no pretense this time, no way to have avoided it. Yes, you had bodyguards and men to act as security, but in your private offices, such as the one in the hotel you owned, you kept to yourself and kept them outside. There’d been a request by a lesser crime lord of the city, one looking for details about a weapons trade, and you only had the files on that in that particular location. It was inconvenient, yes, but you preferred to keep a physical record instead of electronic. It was easier to destroy anything damning that way.

You hadn’t stood a chance, really. Not when you’d excused yourself to go into your office, heavy doors shutting behind you. You’d sat down at your desk, powered on your laptop, and had begun to search through manilla folders in your desk drawer when you caught it.

The clouds had shifted just enough to let the moonlight through, causing it to reflect off of something gold and into your eye. You didn’t keep anything gold, preferring silver, but that wasn’t what had revealed him to you anyway. You’d lifted your gaze before your head, double checking before reacting just to make sure, and to buy yourself a few more seconds. You didn’t need to, though. You already knew what was happening. The Winter Soldier, after you for a third time, and waiting in the shadows of your office. You’d managed to walk right past him without noticing.

As you lifted your head, you tried to meet his gaze but failed in the dark. You could make out the vague outline of his features, but the wind had blown again, shifting the clouds back into place and obscuring most of him. 

“You could turn on a light,” you suggested, not exactly friendly but not being rude. You didn’t quite know how to handle yourself at this point, but you’d get through it. You hadn’t built your empire through being meek or easily shaken.

A small chuckle came from that general area, and the room was illuminated with a click. You thought you might be screwed at this point, but you kept calm. There he stood, imposing figure clad in black leather, hair still long, and vibranium arm out on display. He looked every bit as menacing as the days before he’d reclaimed his mind and taken up hero work, and while you didn’t think you were facing assassination tonight, you couldn’t help but feel some adrenaline start to flow.

“I could have,” he agreed, beginning to make his way over to your desk. “But you’re sitting now. Almost cornered. You wouldn’t have sat if the lights were on when you opened the door.”

You sat back, leaning away from your desk and relaxing into your chair. You thought maybe you’d have a better chance of escape if you presented a calm, controlled exterior. That always had helped you unnerve and intimidate your potential adversaries in the past, and it was what had gotten you more money than originally offered on multiple occasions. Despite being the world’s deadliest assassin, he was still just a man, a human being. He’d be difficult to con, but you could make an attempt.

“Smart move,” you condoned, keeping your face carefully neutral. “Clearly, you have something to say, and now I assume I’m supposed to listen?”

You waited a moment for confirmation, but got no response. You took the lack of any verbal or physical clues as your sign to just keep going.

“I’m not as stuck as you think I am, but go ahead, speak. Tell me why I have the pleasure of meeting with the Winter Soldier tonight.”

You picked up on a shift in the atmosphere, an almost imperceptible signal from him that indicated that he wasn’t pleased with the words you used. Still, you gestured to the chair on the other side of your desk anyway, treating this like any other business endeavor. To your surprise, he sat. He was staring at you with the same intense look as when you’d noticed him, but he was sitting across from you with no move to arrest you yet. Actually, did the Avengers arrest people? You had no idea. You thought you’d have to look into what they really did after this was over, other than storming into old H.Y.D.R.A. bases and kill the agents there. That wasn’t something you’d ever judge them for, but what you did didn’t warrant that same level of force.

He continued to stare for a moment longer, not giving any indication of speaking yet. You began to wonder what the point of this was if he wasn’t going to speak, until your thoughts were interrupted by his gruff voice.

“You have an interesting choice in associates. I’m looking for a name.”

You scoffed, holding back a lot of judgment. You would have treated a situation like this with more finesse, tried to be less direct, but you figured this was his style. He looked like he’d be blunt enough to come out and say what he meant. You couldn’t imagine he was used to nonviolent negotiations in his previous missions. Which begged the question of why he was there. Surely someone who relied less on brute force would

“Sorry, but I don’t give away my colleagues so easily. I’d be interested in learning what you’re looking for, however. Maybe I could be the one who assists you?”

A brief flicker in his eyes, almost as if he was expecting your noncompliance. Expecting, but not pleased. You tried to remain professional, at least. Something in your gut told

He looked conflicted, in your opinion, for a few more moments before speaking again, folding his arms on your desk 

“You’ve received communications from a certain group looking to overtake a transportation of military-grade weapons next week. We’ve been keeping track of these people for a while, and were tipped off when they contacted you. Alone, they’re dangerous. With your help, they’re worse.”

You took a few seconds to process what he said, wanting to make sure you understood in full. So they were aware of who you were in contact with. You wouldn’t be naive enough to think it was only this “certain group” he mentioned they were monitoring your interactions with. 

“I wasn’t aware I was important enough for the Avengers to have my business on their radar,” you said, fishing for just a little more information. It was true: you probably had a few misdemeanors and felonies they could nab you for, but nothing on a terroristic level.

“You’re not.”

Ouch. Didn’t miss a beat with that one.

“Then why are you here, soldier?”

He, again, looked displeased with how you addressed him, but moved forward regardless. “S.H.I.E.L.D. keeps tabs on anyone with the potential to pose a threat. You give the real dangerous criminals the information they need to conduct themselves, which makes you a threat.”

You nodded, conceding a small point. There was no more pretending that you weren’t involved in a lot of shady practices, not when he likely knew about them all. So he was just the unlucky agent assigned to your case, and sent to stop you from making tonight’s couple hundred thousand dollar sale.

“May I ask why it’s suddenly so important to speak with me instead of crashing into my meetings like a bull in a china shop?”

The question, asked with an innocent tone, was anything but. You’d meant to make it clear that you were upset with the past incidents, which had been highly detrimental to your business. It was hard to retain people if they kept getting injured or scared off. 

He rolled his eyes–the first sign of emotion you’d seen from him, you were counting that as a slight personal victory. 

“You’re in contact with Orion, and they’re H.Y.D.R.A. adjacent. Based on what we know about you and how you operate, there’s a strong feeling back at base that you’ll help us.”

Well… he was right. You had strong feelings about the descendants of the original Nazi science division, and none of them were positive. You hadn’t been aware, even, that they were related. The name wasn’t an acronym, and you were pretty sure that the reference to the hunter was because this group specialized in stealing and selling weaponry. Now you thought that was the laziest name ever. It sounded like they’d just taken a Greek myth and used it for their name to try and emulate H.Y.D.R.A. even more. Still, you didn’t work with supremacists of any kind. Not only were you not a total dirtbag, it alienated other clients to work with those kinds of organizations. You wouldn’t go through with the sale tonight, but you weren’t giving him the name of your Orion contact either.

This might have been one of the hardest things you had to do, but you began to turn him down. Doing further business would hurt you in the long run, but snitching on who it was would be worse and warrant a swift retaliation.

“I hope you can understand that while I would like to work with you, I can’t give away a name.”

He sat back in his seat, looking nonplussed. At least he wasn’t surprised, in fact, he seemed to have been anticipating that answer.

“You don’t have to give away a name... directly. You just have to sell them the information, and tell your contact to be there as well. We’ll have a strike team ready for Orion inside of the convoy instead of any arms, and you get to keep away from the mess.”

You raised an eyebrow. That was an impressive plan, even if it could end very, very poorly. You were mainly just impressed that he had the gall to ask for something for nothing. Of course, you’d still be getting the money, and it wouldn’t look like it was your fault that the deal went sour. And best of all, you would have a plausible reason not to deal with Orion in the future, saying that if it drew the Avengers closer to you, it was too risky.

You thought on it for another moment, having what you considered an important question for him. You’d do it, you knew that already, you just couldn’t make it easy for him. “What happens to me, if I agree?”

He looked smug, as if he’d been expecting that, too. “I don’t care what you do, and I’m pretty sure that no one else on the team does. Our concern lies in stopping H.Y.D.R.A. wannabes from gaining experimental, powerful weapons.”

You bit your lip, weighing your decision again. It was a fair deal, even though you were fairly certain you were being tested, goaded into answering in some way that wasn’t professional. You’d heard him loud and clear, though. You’d be allowed to continue operating if you did this. It made you a little nervous to put yourself under the partial mercy of the Avengers and by extension, S.H.I.E.L.D., but you knew you could avoid more of a headache.

You got up from your desk, manilla folder in hand. You headed over to your fax machine, your preferred way of sending documents to clients, and waited a few moments until your work phone lit up, a message from your Orion contact confirming they’d gotten your files, and a wire transfer for the amount they owed.

With that done, you walked back over to the Winter Soldier. You wouldn’t use a name to his face, he wasn’t someone you knew at all, but you handed him the folder with all of the information compiled inside. This would normally be the part where I destroyed the evidence I’d had on the incident, and waited a week or two for the actual event

“I assume you already know the route they’ll be taking, but when I got this, I highlighted the perfect strip in the route to hijack the trucks. Tell your team on the inside that this is where the Orion agents will go after them.”

He took the folder with a smirk, looking all too pleased with himself. “Thanks, sweetheart. That wasn’t so difficult.”

You frowned, and before you could form a cutting enough response for your tastes, he was gone. You collapsed back into your chair with a sigh. You had potentially set the precedent you’d work with “the good guys” in the future, but that wasn’t what bothered you. Someone had coached his speech for negotiating with you in the beginning, that was clear, but you hated the small amount of condescension in his last remark. You didn’t tolerate that from people you didn’t have a personal relationship with, and he’d gone off script. That wasn’t a good personality, in your opinion. Willing to drop professionalism, a little abrasive… you had more reason to dislike Barnes than you had when he cost you two windows and a friend’s life.

[drowninginblox]

HideDuo HCs bc we are going through it

The March drought is getting to me y'all. I don't know about all y'all but the anniversary isn't the best thing ever, especially with the Hatsune Miku incident.

I think we deserve a little treat for being dedicated to our favorite roommates. Hence these ramblings.

The following applies to the OSMP characters, not actual streamers themselves. This is gonna be very all over the place, overall cursed, and is projecting. I hope yall enjoy-

Fit:

Can play any sport, but hates all of them (except for ice skating, he fucking loves it but he'll never admit it and he can't skate for shit)

Has read fanfiction before

Knows about dreamsmp lore but doesn't know what it all means in context, very much "Did you know a guy fucked a salmon and had a fox as a child?" "He started a country later? The fish fucker???"

Is into more fru fru coffee drinks than he lets on. Like- fuck yea 9/10 times that mother fucker be drinking that shit black, but he loves some good pumpkin spice- tooty fruity-cuchie deluci frappuccino. He'd only give in around sunny tho.

Was a smoker for a hot minute, quit tho when the ashes nearly lit a TNT. Hasn't picked it up since

Is a slut for pig step

Has read The Art of War

Had a celebrity crush on Philza. He still has it but it's defo diminished since he knows him personally.

Showers daily. I don't care that he's a war-torn mf, that man loves taking showers and will never pass up the opportunity to get one.

Has a poster of Miku Binder Jefferson. Someone gave it to him as a secret Santa present and he has no idea who or what to do with it. He's tempted to burn it but he's kind of afraid of it. It's so cursed that it shows up in his nightmares.

He thinks about Forever a lot more than he wants to admit. He's afraid of the possibility of turning into a monster since he was exposed to the black concert a lot. He understands the fear is irrational since it was long ago but the intrusive thought lingers.

He's thought about marriage in general and with Pac. He'd never admit it but he planned out everything from the venue to the music to the vows. He'd easily swipe it all away if Pac said he had an idea of what he wanted it to be like.

is fluent in Morse code

Knows sign language

Hearing aids mf

Has a family somewhere out there, one that he lost or left only to be dumped into TB2T

Loves crosswords, especially during breakfast and right after Ramon goes to bed.

His favorite smell is cinnamon and cocoa butter

Believes in Herobrine

Can't do long division to save his life

Hates the sound of Velcro

Pac:

Likes the Pacman TV show

Smells like cinnamon and cocoa butter

Has too many scars from the cats he's owned over the years.

Married Mike for tax reasons in the past. They play it up that they're bitter divorcés from time to time

Doesn't shower as often as he should, not because he hates it but because he has a long routine and enjoys baths far more

Enjoys tea and coffee equally

Was a homestuck fan (yesIFUCKINGDIDTHATTOHIMWHATAREYAGONNADO???)

Gay awakening was Rufio from Hook

watches Reading Rainbow as an adult

paints on his prosthetic all the damn time

Has a Post-it note collection. He barely uses them but he has a rainbow of them and each color represents a member of the island.

Has a sticker collection

Always carries small snacks for his pocket dude (I heard about this through the wiki, apparently Pac has a pocket boy? If not then he does now lmao) mostly gummy bears and crackers

Is afraid of the ocean. Idk why that just sounds right for him and if it is it recontextualizes the date he had w fit lol

knows Morse code

Knows some phrases in American sign language (fit is teaching him / is learning for fit, whichever is cuter)

Has hacked into a government-locked server, left lobster porn in place of any files he took. Idk which government it was or why he did it, but he did and they haven't recovered since

Is the type to listen to Jon Bellion and Talor Swift. No, i will not elaborate

Has very vivid daydreams. Aside from drugs and PTSD, he has some really nice ones all on his own. Mostly about Fit tbh.

[starry-bite]

live episode reaction: "all the devils are here" (cme 18x07)

spoilers below the cut!

NASTY

“penny for your profile” is good

i’m so not interested in tyler as a protagonist. stop.

okay native pronunciation

oh my garcia

jj looks so good

tara you are the best i love you thank you babe

calling her jennifer

bummed for no tara! give me a real girls night!

get his ass tyler

“giving you two puns but i'm so grossed out”

oh god evan

GET HIM REBECCA

something interesting with ms. wilson! yay!

man i like spiders but this is so deeply NASTY

ugh you can hear that he's getting off in it in his voice

emily is so pretty. that's all.

not possible bc he killed him right?

OH what did i say?

oh that's actually kind of interesting. at least it's something with stakes.

my girlssssssssss

“you are a litigator, litigate” TARA LEWIS THE WOMAN THAT YOU ARE

oh they're setting up her stuff because the next episode is “Tara”

annoying to me that after a whole season of emily at the center she's been relegated to mostly bureaucratic and casey stuff

oh for fuck’s sake don't use addiction language to garner sympathy

oh i love a cunty jj desk lean

and i love when aj directs

“emily said if i did that again, i wouldn't just be in trouble, i’d be in super trouble” i love them

also garcia my love sage is a closed practice we can't be doin that anymore

oh my god that was a bid for support you are her friends

oh it worked good for them

my pretty girls!!!

“that would be bad news if i wasn't me”

“if i sing my little hacking song” my Love

oh i hate when they fall into shipping container shaped traps

yikes

why do the ssas never wear helmets? that seems really important

eek.

EEK.

y'all have to stop having this conversation RIGHT by him

oh so it’s a deepfake?

my god

simply don't believe the inconsistency of emily’s tech knowledge

omg he's in the lion king SIMBA REMEMBAAA

“spiders and Greek gods”

the bro code in full swing here

why are we not asking tate about who the unsub is? like a sketch? or anything?

her little voice break

oh good job emily

OH MY GOD

oh goddamnit voit

ooh true shock and horror

the emily hairwhip was ridiculous

wait so what was the point of the hairwhip?

oh babygirl

thank you luke

“we have been losing since voit woke up” truest thing we've heard all season

“may i tell you what i’m thinking?” “when have you ever not?”

“as good on computers as garcia” heresy how dare you

oh my god

YEAH garcia’s fuckin fed up do not do this to her

what. and i cannot stress this enough. the fuck.

OH NO GARCIA BABY

oh babe the self-blame

no i don't fuckin believe him creep-man is back

oh shit evan

and there it is

rebecca, do you not know to apply pressure to the wound what the fuck?

if i had a nickel for every insane corrupt lawyer voit had, i’d have two nickels. which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice, right?

overall: interesting, stomach-turning, heart-wrenching case. i hate when they torture my garcia, but her response is solidly in character. speaking of which, almost all plot, almost no character work this episode. just like. all of evolution’s balance is fucked. looking forward to tara’s adventure, which sounds awful, but i am famously a whump girlie. another installment of set-up with important reveals.

[noise-vs-signal]

The Escape Room

One way of modelling reality is as an "Escape Room".

Escape rooms are built on hidden rules. The world has its own constraints:

Time (we are finite)

Space (we are bound by physicality)

Language & Symbols (we use limited tools to describe reality)

Mind & Perception (we see through filters, biases)

An escape room scatters clues—symbols, objects, cryptic notes. The world does the same:

Sacred texts (alchemy, philosophy, mythology, religious works)

Patterns in nature (fractals, Fibonacci sequences, astrology)

Personal experiences (synchronicities, dreams, déjà vu)

Each might hint at how to escape—or whether escaping is the wrong goal.

Escape rooms often use logic, lateral thinking, and hidden knowledge to break free. Possible puzzles:

Alchemy & Transformation: Can we "transmute" existence into something else?

Philosophy & Perception: Can we wake up from the illusion?

Technology & Simulation: Is this a program, and can we exit it?

Every escape room has a designer—someone who arranges the puzzles and barriers. Who or what is our Architect? Some possibilities:

A. The Demiurge (Gnostic Perspective)

We exist in a false world, created by an imperfect or malevolent god.

The escape is Gnosis—direct knowledge that this reality is a prison.

The game isn’t about playing well, but waking up and rejecting the rules.

Path to escape: Break the illusion. Deny the game’s reality. Seek hidden truths in texts, symbols, and personal revelation.

B. The Self (Non-Dualist, Eastern View)

The room isn’t separate from us—we designed it.

There is no “outside.” The goal is not escape but remembering that we were never trapped.

Path to escape: Cease identification with the game. See through ego, duality, and personal narratives.

C. AI/Simulation (Techno-Gnostic View)

We are in a constructed simulation (Bostrom’s Simulation Hypothesis, or similar theories).

“Escape” might mean breaking the program, hacking the code, or becoming an operator instead of a player.

Path to escape: Find exploits, glitches, and recursion loops. Train perception to detect the fabric of the code.

A trick in some escape rooms is that you were never trapped to begin with.

Maybe the game isn’t about getting out, but about realizing you were free the whole time.

Maybe the “outside” doesn’t exist—the game is endless, recursive, and the act of playing is the point.

Maybe the best move is to stop seeking an exit and start reshaping the room into something new.

A finite game is played to win. An infinite game is played to continue playing.

Escape is a trick—a test for those still inside the old game.

The outside world doesn’t need to be escaped. It needs to be transmuted.

The moment you seek escape, you reinforce that you are trapped. Any system that promises liberation but exists within the game is part of the trap.

Cease seeking—start acting as if you are already free.

The greatest prison is the Self—the idea that “you” are a fixed entity. As long as identity is stable, reality remains stable—we are locked by our own self-definition.

Experiment with multiple identities, personas, and shifting “I” perspectives. Stop being one thing—become a process.

If the outer reflects the inner, then there is no outer and no inner—only the reflection process itself.

The dreamer and the dream are the same. The world and the Architect are a single recursive function, mirroring itself infinitely.

To contain the Room means to hold all of reality within you, to compress its infinite expansion into a singularity that is entirely yours.

The illusion of an external world must be seen as part of the self. Everything perceived is already within—there is no “out there.”

If all is within, there is nothing outside to escape from.

The Room seems vast, unknowable, overwhelming—but it is only vast because it is uncompressed. Infinity can be folded into a point—a single glyph, sigil, or concept that contains all things.

If all is contained in One, then the One contains all—and the Room is now within you.

There is no prison. There is no Architect but yourself. There is nothing to escape. There is nothing to contain. You are already the All.

[spacedreamhead]

- credits to this talented person who wasn’t linked on this image (source: pinterest)

bnha x fem. reader

tw: 16+, violence, hacking, age-up characters, mention of blood, slow burn, enemies to lovers trope, strong language

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𝔼𝕩𝕔𝕖𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝

Ch. 1

Your fingers type fast on the keyboard, coding a virus into the international hero commission computer system.

Your plan didn’t go as planned; the firewall of the international system was more complex that any other computer system that you previously hacked.

However, you always have a backup plan.

Beforehand, you create unprotected paths in network systems to gain access through this complex framework. It’s important to mention here that patience is key because you waited weeks, no months for someone who falls into that stupid little trap.

And of course that someone was a dense newbie; are they not undergo special cyber attack courses and learn how so-called Trojans work?

Pff … better for you.

Nevertheless, your thoughts are interrupted by some ringing noises in your right earplug and you look on your security system, checking if someone approaches the dating server rooms. Indeed, someone - a security guardian goes past the room, inspecting just the empty, dark hall.

A self-pleased grin forms on your lips, leaning back in your self-designed chair which be made of old, mouldered cardboards.

„Just a few more hours and you‘ll be out of here“, you quietly mumble, missing the feeling to peacefully sleep on your own bad in your own apartment. „Just a few more hours“, you slowly repeat yourself, closing your eyes for a few seconds to rest your genius mind. You doze off, not noticing the painful loud ringing tone in your earplug and you just shrug it off as a annoying, nasty bug. Though, you hear some voices; some irritating, blustering voices followed by noisy screeching.

„So now we’re looking for a fucking data gap in the system?“

Your bloodshot eyes tear open, hearing every word that is said. Immediately, you shut down your laptop, kicking the cardboards aside and scurry off to the ventiduct. You tap against your visor, visualising the blueprints of the building and resume your escape route. In the meantime, the strangers continue their way to the dating server rooms - to the fucking dating server rooms in which you forgot your delicious cheese-ham sandwich.

„Oh my fucking god“, you rub your nerve-strained temples, „how stupid can I be?“

You quickly crawl along the air shaft because it’s only a matter of time before you are exposed. And indeed, there is a great outcry when the security guard and the strangers see some cardboards frantically thrown aside with a neatly wrapped cheese-ham sandwich beside.

„Oh god, there was somebody in here?!“

„How fucking dense are these security guards? Did you not check the dating server rooms when there’s a data gap in your system?!“

You hold back your nasty laugher, wrinkling your nose because of all the dust in the ventiduct.

„Kacchan, be respectful to the guard!“

„But I‘m fucking telling the truth!“, he nags, „and don’t call me with that disgusting nickname, nerd!“

You pause in surprise because the strangers seem treacherously familiar to you. You zoom in the video, adjusting the pixelated image and look astonished.

Are these strangers the two best heroes of Japan!?

„Shitshitshit“, you murmur in panic, „why are these two fuckers here?!“

„Todoroki, stay outside and secure the area. We have a security housebraking.“

The third best hero too!?, you think bitterly, heaving yourself out of the air shaft and in the next moment you breathe the cool night air into your burning lungs. You have to hurry up, so you won’t be caught — it’s not hard to guess who tried to hack into the international computer system.

„Can I see your security footage?“

„Of course, Deku-san. Please, follow me.“

„Kacchan, stay here. Maybe they will come back to“, his eyes fall onto the neatly wrapped sandwich, „secure their belongings.“

„Don’t order me around, neet! I’ll find out where this dipshit ran off to“, he angrily huffs at his childhood friend and they nod to each other before the green-haired man follows the security guard to the footage room.

Meanwhile, you monitor their exchange and dash into a side street; away from these three hero’s. By then, Midoriya Izuku examines the security footage, analysing all unusual occurrences and instantly stops at one point.

„Why do the lights flicker?“

The security guard presses his lips together, not noticing the dark gaze of the infamous number one hero.

„Repeat the video“, he points at a barely recognisable silhouette, „there he is. This is our burglar.“

He thoughtfully tilts his head, trying to recognise the stranger before an idea flashes his mind.

„Do you remember the incident three years ago when a small piece of the government database became public?“

„And the hacker created his own firewall which has only been partially cracked to this day“, Todoroki asks calmly to make sure they mean the same figure, „yes, why?“

„I think that’s the same person.“

The sudden silence lies heavily between the three hero’s before Bakugou cuts it.

„Found it!“

He moves some server cabinets aside as he sees a disheveled cover panel of an air shaft.

„Where does the ventilation duct go?“

„Which one?“

„The one in the right corner.“

Midoriya looks expectantly to the security guard which replies instantly and the three hero’s move on the spot.

Your heart sinks immediately, hearing loud explosions from the direction you just came from.

„Shitshitshit“, you sprint across an empty street, not looking back because they are hot on your heels. Nonetheless, a detonation erupts beside you and it scares the shit out of you.

„Found you, fucker!“

A quiet screech leaves your lips as you light-footed dodge his attack before the infamous three superheroes stand a few meters away from you.

“You're surrounded, villain!”

A honey-sweet grin creeps onto your facial features, flashing out your pointed canines to intimidate them; or perhaps to reassure yourself that you’re not scared at all — no, not against the freaking three best superheroes of Japan. Instead of being scared, your eyes would sparkle with malicious euphoria if they were not covered by your midnight black visor. You playfully raise your hands upwards, gazing to the professionell hero’s who gather in front of you as a small group.

“Why are we waiting so damn long?”

“Kacchan, we are not allowed to-“

“How often should I tell you to address me properly with my code name during work?!”

The two heroes engage in a heated discussion, forgetting the most wanted villain who is in front of them.

“Midoriya! Bakugou! Stop arguing and concentrate!”, Todoroki interrupts the two quarrels, “he's running off!”

His words make you move, shifting a few gears higher to scurry off. You dodge the incoming attacks from the hero’s, turning into a dark side street. Your lunges burn from the intense race as you promptly inhale the cool air into them before an explosion surprises you from the left side. You stop, wiping away the dirt from the lower half of your face.

„Damn you, freak!“

It crackles loudly on his hands before you hear another detonation. Your vision goes white and on your left cheekbone blooms an incomprehensible pain. It rings in your ears, not noticing how glass splinters drill into your soft skin.

„Oh?“

His ruby-red earths glimmer dangerously.

„You‘re a woman?“

You refrain from making a sarcastic joke, just rolling your eyes and take off your broken visor. You click your tongue, lifting proudly your head and your eyes — your beautiful, pretty eyes shimmer like shining stars at night to him as you raise your right hand in his direction. Unmistakable, white lightnings flashes above your acra, tingling your sudden porcelaneous skin.

His eyes dilate when a bright light envelops you both and impairs his vision; a violent eruption sounds and the floor vibrates under your feet as you use your quirk. A huge torrent of fire, accrued by potential energy, rises on the walls of a house, signalling exactly where you are. Frantically, you keep sprinting and ignore the biting pain in your left cheek before you notice the other rummering steps behind you.

„Todoroki, use your ice and freeze her!“

The addressed hero acts quickly but does not expect his ice to be enveloped in a white light and to be absorbed. In amastement, he stops in his movement, looking closely at you. Midoriya also looks at you in surprise but quickly grasps the situation after a few seconds.

“We don't want to hurt you!”, he immediately calls to you while you furrow your forehead irritated. “We would like to suggest an offer to you!”, he continues to talk when he realises that you are listening to him.

However, you annoyingly roll your eyes and a mean comment lingers on your tongue as you shake your head, extending your hand in their direction. Though, something or rather someone roars loudly, lunging to your figure. Bakugou grabs you from behind, twisting your one and then your other arm as you scream in pain. Tears form in the corners of your eyes, not noticing how hard you bite your lower lip to prevent you from crying when the infamous second hero overpowered you.

“Nah, nah, nah … not so fast, extra.”

You gasp painfully, hearing a treacherous crack in your arm bone. Big, fat tears roll down your blood-smeared cheekbones and a broken sob leaves your sore bitten, puffy lips. The superhero above you put some special handcuffs on your wrists, jolting them to secure their tenacity. These special handcuffs prevent the use of your superpowers and therefore, they significantly slow down your healing process. He easily lifts your up, grabbing your jaw and moves your view onto the other two heroines.

”Kac- uh Dynamite, that wasn’t really necessary”, says the green-haired man calmly, “she is hardly conscious now.” Breathing heavily, an ignorant, disgusted expression forms on your facial features as your bloodshot eyes burn holes onto the body of the symbol of peace.

“When I get out of here”, it’s the first time they hear your voice which resembles so much temerity and venom, “I'll kill you.”

“Oh, really?”

Bakugou painfully squeezes your cheekbones together, eliciting a painful moan from you.

“You’re the first one who dies.”

His deep, dangerous growl vibrates through your petite body and his grip hardens more around your form. Goosebumps creep up your back as you flinch under his firm grip before he snatches your hair, hoisting your head to his furious face.

“Then I'm curious to see how you want to kill me, darling.”

His last word is full of venom as he hits hard your pretty head as you fold like a collapsible mattress in his big hands. His thoughts acted before his mind, altering his previous trains of thoughts and he stares at you for a moment.

“She’s a pain in the ass”, he mumbles as he sees the horrific gaze from Midoriya who stumbles to his side. “It would’ve been better if she was awake”, he rants, shaking his head before he’s calling somebody on his phone, explaining the current situation that they have found the incredible, unbefuckinglievable and perhaps hacker of this incident three years ago.

[grassyneptune]

love alyx taping over dirty dancing like she hated it, but she could’ve carried media (movies or combine patrols) over to russell’s given his storage capacity, his place isn’t too far. she only has so many vhs tapes on hand

the intimacy of a mechanic doing field repairs on the very thing keeping you alive. she knows that suit more than you do. alyx memorizing hev alerts and keeping an eye out for suit batteries herself

she surely helped kleiner build the hev mk V, what if the flashlight is the one from hla?

starts calling her multitool iterations mk I, mk II because of it

alyx and judith dying hair together. gave her the red streaks :) the farthest step she could get judith to do on her own hair was bleach

torn between kleiner being behind all the klab doodles vs alyx drawing on his clipboard during their extensive talks

alyx struggling between "honesty is good and preferable" and not telling eli things that'd make him fall over

comfortable hugging the hev suit because her best friend is made of metal. every time its internals roar up she thinks of dog

alyx also deeply struggling with loss. cradling her mom’s necklace. had to have an emotional discussion with eli after olga left because she couldn’t stop crying on her own. dug through city rubble for days for a glimpse of that bright orange hazard suit despite every imminent threat demanding she run. ep2? god.

probably wept at a mirror over how much she looks like her mom

alyx not following into vents because she has both nyctophobia AND claustrophobia, leaves her inevitably sitting in the darkness by herself as she waits. gordon brings a flare back to her (fears known or not. it was a courtesy thing) and it sparks all her ep1 flirting

olga as unidentified deaf character doesn't mean alyx would’ve learned asl per se, given olga’s accent. alyx taking it upon herself to learn a second sign language for gordon because she's that stubborn. back to square one, dog!

alyx watching gordon’s body language, glancing in conversations to read his expressions, getting tells wrong. barney has to convince her she can't hack her way through this kind of code (been there, done that) (wants to see her try)

alyx and barney going through pre-war conspiracy books to poke fun at what they did and didn't get wrong

sharing weapons with alyx. swapping melees. alyx is a sniper!! let her use the crossbow! gordon would carry her ep1 shotgun for her if she'd ask

(also gordon using the alyxgun in the victory mine. gives it back fully reloaded and ready to go)

alyx and gordon sharing a wardrobe since clothes are so limited. gordon wearing something that's so obviously alyx's and vice versa. alyx thinks it's weird to point out, it’s not like it means anything. as if she wouldn't wear the nice jeans her guy found in a dusty, long abandoned building. this woman thrives off hand-me-downs

hoodie was a gift from magnusson. semi-embarrassed to ask if white forest happens to have a second one lying somewhere

never felt fleece before -> LOVES the texture of fleece. if it’s not her only jacket then every jacket she owns is fleece-lined

hla backpack evolves into her toolbelt in terms of inventory, rather than having both in hla or hl2. she mostly only lugs around her backpack for scavenging trips nowadays

can't get immersed in movies, the acting takes her out no matter how natural it seems. can't get past the fact it's fake. practical effects are her favorite though

little alyx climbing atop equally little dog to reach places she shouldn't. humble beginnings of her tenement-scaling career

eli made her wacky cake growing up because dairy? eggs? in this apocalypse?

those egg-flavored combine rations, however long they’ve been produced, never tasted the same after she had a real egg with real salt. the taste of a YOLK? the combine know nothing

alyx bypassing the ladder in kleiner's lab and just sitting on the loft with her legs dangled off the side

scavenging beyond scrap metal and parts. things she knows people will like. white forest’s tea collection grows an extra tin without a word

[brucewaynehater101]

What music genres do you think the batfam members listen to?I ask this because of how little Alternative music fan headcannons there are. I personally think Tim enjoys grunge and or nu metal(Specifically bands like limp Bizkit, Linkin Park, Korn, and System of a Down)

I'm not too familiar with genres, so I'll be giving this my best shot. I typically listen to music by the vibe it gives. My playlists include music that makes my brain go brr (the nice dissociation), songs for muses, ones to scandalize my mother, music a garage band would play, songs that make God fear me, and a long playlist for pleasant company.

Anyways, I've seen a few fics where people say that Bruce and Tim share a love of those genres. I could definitely see Tim listening to the ones you mentioned. He probably plays it through his preferred headphones as he fixes electronics, codes, or plots destruction. He also, because he suppresses his anger a lot, probably listens to music like Ghostemane, Kim Dracula, and Freddie Dredd.

Jason definitely enjoys musicals. Dick as well, but Jason isn't as vocal about it. Instead, Jason will listen to 80's rock and 2000's girl bands if others around (he ofc listens to TLC).

I like to think that they all enjoy music in different languages. For Dick and Damian, they especially like music they grew up listening to in their respective cultures. The others, because the batfam is multilingual, just enjoy all kinds of different tunes in multiple languages. The batfam playlist, especially for hanging out in the cave, is chaotic. Bruce nearly had an aneurysm the first time he heard Touch You (Yarichin Bitch Club) over the speakers. The only reason the kids didn't get in trouble was because Damian was out with Colin at the time.

I hc that Cass likes lofi hip hop music. She typically enjoys all songs but prefers those without words (because understanding words still requires energy from her and can prevent her from fully relaxing). She does listen to a lot of classical music, a passion she shares with Alfred.

Alfred, the man the myth the legend, enjoys swing music the most. He'll put on a variety of music in the kitchen (different classical eras, opera music, the occasional musical, jazz, some more modern instrumental music, and some movie background tracks), but the whole fam knowns he's in a really good mood if swing music is playing.

Bruce is the type of person to just listen to what's on. Unless he dislikes the music, he will be fine with whatever his kids or Alfred have playing. He particularly enjoys alternative rock and old country music (like Garth Brooks), but he doesn't usually fight for the aux cord.

Barbara has playlists depending on her mood. Birds of Prey mission prep? Bruce being a dick? Dick being a dick? Batfam drama she has to once again intervene in? Coding nights? Can't get out of bed days? She also has a few playlists for each person she regularly interacts with. For calm or bad nights, she'll put the playlist in that person's comm. She also likes to hack speakers around Bruce and play her revenge music when he's being a petty asshole. Some of her revenge music includes "They're Coming to Take Me Away" by Sloppy Jane, "OoOo1" by galen tipton, "All I see is Poop" by Hobo Johnson, "I Swallowed Shampoo" by Soupy Garage Juice, "I am now going to bark at you" by thquib, and "I hope You Die in a Fire" by Grand Commander.

Duke is most definitely a Mitski, Hozier, Crane Wives enjoyer, and you can pry that hc from my cold, dead hands. He probably also likes songs similar to "Ancapistan" by Jreg or "The Fine Print" by The Stupendium.

Dick's music is either super high in energy or sad as fuck. He loves the songs "Has Anbody Seen My Will to Live" by The Tin Knees and "Copacabana (At the Copa)" by Barry Manilow because they are both sad and happy :) I hc that he likes songs by TV Girl, Yot Club, Joji, and Cosmo Sheldrake. He also has a few playlists he follows of Zumba music. The song "The Masochism Tango" by Tom Lehrer is one of his favorites.

This is already a pretty long post, so feel free to reblog with more ideas! I didn't get to Steph or more in depth with Damian :(