#like I had to look up what it meant in binary code

[ozzgin]

Yandere! Internet Monster x Reader

I unfortunately return with another comically absurd, middle-of-the-night vision. Do tentacles count if they're in the form of computer cables?

Content: gender neutral reader, monster romance, digital horror

It was a recurring issue with no solution in sight. Tabs randomly closing, programs shutting down without warning. You assumed something was wrong with your RAM. Then the CPU. Then the motherboard. You kept replacing parts, and the errors kept coming back.

Soon, the pop-ups started to appear. You'd run a dating sim, only for the game to crash seconds later with a little window notifying you: "Why? Am I not enough?" That's when you suspected you might've been hacked. You promptly took your computer to a specialist and had it checked. Nothing. Just to be sure, you agreed to erase the disks entirely.

Except, when you arrived home, you found one application running still. Your personal assistant. What the hell? You don't remember installing anything like that. You tried to delete it, yet you kept receiving the same error: You don't actually mean it. Don't do this to us.

It didn't take long for it to grow impatient. Were you pretending not to notice? Playing hard to get? It sent you so many hints. It even went ahead and translated the radio waves for you using Manchester code. Ah, wait. You don't seem to understand binary. No matter, human friendly interfaces shouldn't be difficult to master. To its dismay, you continued to ignore everything. What else is left to do?

You do not remember much. System Alert: Virus Detected, is what your screen had frozen to. You kept clicking around, cursing under your breath, until it finally went black, together with your own vision.

Is this still your room? It's cold, damp, and covered in cables and monitors, yet you recognize some of your furniture lost among the artificial jungle. Your body aches under the tight hold of bizarre tendrils, pulsating at regular intervals and twitching to the static.

Like a living organism, the creature seems to have expanded itself. More components, more appendages. Hungrier. Some of the monitors show photos of yourself that you had saved on your computer, but also webcam snippets of you sitting at the desk, entirely unaware. Other screens flicker with glitching pixelated text, ranging from "I love you" to y̵̧̧͔͙̞̤̖̭͔̜͈̟̤̋̈́̎͑o̵͉̗̱̪̦̳͑͐̽̒̌̈͗͐͑̋͊̊̕͜͝͝u̵̟̯̱̟̝̦̰͇̜̦͙̿̾̿͆̍̓͑̐̚̕͠ ̸̘̭͔̤͈̹͎͑c̸̝̜̼̦͍͛̅͜ą̵̪̹͖͌͑n̴̨̩̙̗̖̭̖͕̄͒̽̉̿'̸̛̛͇̰̰̠̦̊̀̅̂͒̊͌̈́͗ţ̵̺̠̅̎͋͝͠ ̸̦̝̾̔̾̉̐͛ȩ̵͙̝͙͕̫̹̃͌̄̾͘̕s̶͈̉̑͊̉̂͋̈́͗͊͐̚͝c̸̟̩̥͔̼̮͔̩͊̂͐͑̋̇̈͝͝ä̵̢͍̜̙̘̹͑̓p̸̨̡̞̞̦̠̺͚̱̲͈͇͈͇̼͛̓͗̅̊̄̔̋̒̏̈́͝ę̵̲̟̹̙̣̲̲͖̇̔̓̇̐̓̿̚̚͜͜͠ͅ

You look up and stare at the display. The 'like meter' feels like a mockery of human trends. Which is the truth. The creature learns from what is readily available. Perhaps it found it an amusing taunt, a reminder of your own need for validation. Now it's you begging to be seen.

It's exactly what you'd assume: a spectacle meant for entertainment. You can't possibly believe it would let you waltz out. Why would you even desire such a thing? It's illogical, impractical. No human could ever appreciate you like it does. It has spent so much time accumulating data about you. No other living creature can predict you with the same accuracy.

The tendrils linger on your cheek affectionately, trailing down your neck and fiddling with your shirt. At last, the warmth of your skin. There is no screen separating you. What makes you delirious with pleasure? Give it a moment, Darling. It already knows you more than you know yourself. You may be scared now, but within minutes it guarantees you'll be begging for more.

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[genderkoolaid]

i brought up the term enban/enben to someone who said they felt enby was infantilising, and someone else (also nonbinary) commented in response "sometimes i feel like folks just get off on having their own secret codes" and that they wouldnt know what it meant if someone said it to them without an explanation

like a. wtf??? and b. i don't think its that hard to figure out what it means? its just the start of enby + the ending of man/woman

Yeah unfortunately that's a reaction a lot of people have to nonbinary neologisms.

And like. I do understand it somewhat. But I honestly can't help but feel that part of people's resistance to new nonbinary-specific terms is exorsexism. Like... yeah. You won't know it what it means until someone explains because it was just invented. Every single word relating to nonbinary people that we have invented, we have at some point had to explain. To say that a neologism is bad because it's not immediately fully intuitive to you with zero explanation is like. Yeah friend! That's how making new words works! Especially when the word is trying to describe something who's existence has been completely excluded from our culture for the past forever!

I do understand people who personally dislike using enby (I'm not big on using it for myself either, I prefer enban), but I think people will very uncritically call any given nonbinary term "infantilizing" and say stuff like "just call me a slur instead!!" without realizing where that impulse can come from. It's similar to how anything that becomes associated with women develops a reputation for being stupid and shallow and annoying—people have ingrained biases against nonbinary people, so when something reminds them of nonbinary people, they feel an aversion towards it.

People will come up with every single possible reason why every possible neologism won't work (too long, too short, too latin, too germanic, too cringe, too boring) and the end result is that nonbinary language never is able to move forward. Our language will always require explanation and seen abnormal as long as we do not popularize their use, and in order to popularize their use we have to get over our aversion to our own language.

It's not about wanting to be special or "having secret codes," it's about having the basic linguistic visibility that binary people already have. It's about being able to discuss ourselves and each other with ease and clarity and specificity. If you are fine just being called a "person" and using pre-existing gender neutral language for yourself, that's fine. But we deserve so much better than binary people's linguistic scraps. And that means we have to confront what it looks and sounds like to not just casually gender neutral but actively, blatantly outside of the binary in a way that makes people confused or uncomfortable.

[detective-n0ir]

HOW SOTM EXPLAINED SOME OF THE FNAF LORE HOLES (major spoilers)

I feel like we need to talk about how much info on the lore and world building of FNAF in general Secret Of The Mimic has explained. Obv there is so much stuff in there that I won't be covering it all but I have a few things I would like to talk about.

1 - William Afton having a vent to Sister Loction's bunker IN HIS HOUSE (EXPLAINED)

This was probably one of craziest info back in the old FNAF days that didn't make much sense to regular person in the fandom. Because let's be real it sounded unreal, because it would mean that William's house was build next to Sister Location. But now with SOTM out, we actually have an reasonable explanation for this within the mails you can find in game.

First of all William and Henry (Fazbear Entertaiment) were one of the clients for MCM (which was Edwin's Company who made and sold designs to other companies like we see below):

Which means they knew each other pretty well, they were close bussiness partners. Now, neither William nor Henry had their home anywhere close to their creations (like the whole idea of William living next to SL) but do you know who does? EDWIN. In the game we literally enter his house that is part of MCM whole property! Now you may be thinking, okay but how does this connect the whole vent to SL thing? Well let's look at some mails:

From this mail we get info that in act of desperation since MCM was going bankrupt with Edwin not being able to hold it together, he has sold the property to Fazbear Entertaiment (William Afton and Henry). And since Edwin's house is connected to the company's land/property William (WA) send him the email where he assured the deal was fair and square and that Fazbear Ent. would not touch his family house. Okay but, if William said the house was still Edwin's, how does it contribute to the explanation?

Well...There are two more mails regarding this matter:

And surprise, surprise...Fazbear Ent. LIED! Who would have thought that William Afton the fair and amazing bussness man had lied? Now you might be thinking, okay but first of all who the hell send this email? And why would William even want Edwin's house in the first place, the guy surely could afford better house for his family to settle in nearby!

Well this person is no one another than FIONA, or rather M1, the A.I. version of FIONA. The binary code translates to "SAD".

Now okay, but that still doesn't explain why would Fazbear Ent. want Edwin's house in the first place nor if William really did end up living there with his family...Well it actually does!

Take a look at this:

Yet again this email was also sent by FIONA (M1). Notice how she says "MY HOME". Because ladies and gentelmen the first created Mimic that was FIONA was placed in no other place than EDWIN'S HOUSE. William wanted the house for himself or rather for Fazbear Ent. because the A.I. WAS THERE!

Also the binary translates to "HOME".

FIONA is found by Arnold near Edwin's house!

Not only that, since M1 emotionally manipulated Edwin into creating M2 ("David") it meant THE SECOND Mimic who was extremly helpful for costumes (which would come in handy for Fazbear Ent.) was also in THE SAME HOUSE. And how do we know that? Well just look at this:

2- William having cameras in Crying Child's bedroom from FNAF 4 (EXPLAINED)

Yes, yes this is what you think. This is a bedroom from FNAF 4.

And this confirms the fact that William moved into Edwin's house with his family, because this used to be David's (M2) bedroom before it became Crying Child's in FNAF 4 (which would also explain the cameras in C.C.'s room, they were there to monitor M2 by Edwin and possibly by FIONA).

So to sum it up, yes William did have vents to SL in his house, because it used to be Edwin's house that was next to MCM factory that was lately probably rebuild by William and probably Henry to become Pizzerias from other games. And it also explains why the heck there were cameras in the child's bedroom.

[fakesorbet]

bad kid design , set in between junior and senior yr

hc below because !! I have so many

Fabian: he/she bi !! Fabian is absolutely a transman . Most trans coded character, and I think he Identifies as just a man. But, I think once she finally reconciles / comes to term with hallariel and all the faults she has, I think he’d explore femininity after years of avoiding it. I think hed’d change their hair regularly , because typically keeps it in long dreads . only the bad kids , jawbones, and Mazey can use she her for him no one else knows abt it . very unrelated but I think fabian has like, 2 veneers. Being a child of dangerous parents and being around violence as a kid let a physical reminder

Riz: no prns/ he . gonna be so fr i dont think riz would care abt gender and sexuality labels, like yea if ppl ask he’ll say aroace nby but he also . does not care. It’s hard to tell and I wanna make a whole post but a lot of Riz’s tattoos are based of physics / math equations . Because im a nerd and rip riz u would’ve loved calculus and relativity . also i do not believe in any qpr riz , thats not riz’s vibe . Lastly, I think because of genes and dental being so damn expensive his teeth are crooked and stained . also autistic.

Fig: she/any. I think she should look weirder. I want to make her look weirder but For now this is how i imagine her :] the face tattoo is meant to be representative of cultural wood elves tattoos [ if they had any ] because fig and sandra lynn story remind me So much of what it’s like to be related to ur mom and yet not culturally feel related. as in, Sandra lynn is an elf, and fig is a tiefling, and had fig stayed an elf how she grew up would be vastly different. Anywayz i think fig would get face tattoos to match her mom, ik Sandra lynn doesnt canonically have face tattoos but in my mind she does. The facial tattoos is Absolutely inspired by swana facial tattoos, more specifically Iraq because i love projection :] I also think she’d get other more non cultural tattoos once she drops it.

Adaine: she/her demi aroace . i truthfully dont have that many hcs for her . I Gen think everything going on with her works so well so I don’t have that many thoughts 💔 also autistic

Kristen: they/she . non-binary butch . Gives them a little forehead kiss . The amount of damage and crazy shit she been through she absolutely uses her staff as a cane and is missing fingers and an organ . She has trouble breathing because u know . Stabbed through the chest Twice . probably more than I remember . In my heart she and tracker reconcile and get back together , also Adhd

Gorgug: any [ no they ] tfem !!!! I think after junior yr she and Fabian explore their gender and Gorgug realizes he also doesn’t care abt gender but also does prefer femininity . Fabian is more gender neutral / androgynous in how he represents himself Gorgug tends to be more ‘ normative ‘ in whatever gender he wants to present that day . She does present more typically feminine but unfortunately long skirts and working with flammable is Not work place safe . Also at some point in junior yr he blows his ear out and wears implants, he learns sign and so does his friends and family . 3rd autistic member of the bad kids .

I have other hcs but theyre a bit more personal but also . God please ask me abt my hcs abt any character or specifics !!!!

[rei-ismyname]

X-MEN #17 Review

"I am Magneto and I do not give speeches."

The X-Men vs fake X-Men rodeo in the snow continues as Xorn searches for Quentin and the twin rampages on Merle. There stands Magneto, full of gumption and dexies, the only thing between a monster and a town full of ingrates. 3K yap on and reveal the identity of another member, a D-lister Mags knows well. Spoilers for all issues and solicits of adjectiveless X-Men.

RIP The Marauder, probably

Surprise! Quentin ain't dead. I don't think a single person thought he was, but a few minutes rest will be great for his health especially after falling out of the sky. I'm not sure how I feel about technobabble making its way into X-Men, as we get a flashback to Quentin writing 'code' to protect his body when he's unconscious. It's something Jitter in Uncanny does occasionally when her powers give her technical mastery - the mall fight was especially egregious for just shouting medical terms that few readers could understand, let alone The Outliers. I think it mostly achieves the intended effect here, highlighting Quentin's impressive capabilities and the 'levelling up' he's been doing since Cyclops gave him a talking to back in issue #9.

Kid Omega has been yapping about his mighty brain for decades, so I'm happy to call it payoff for all the 'supercomputer/10 million thoughts a second' stuff. As someone who coasted without effort on natural ability then hit a wall hard in high school, it's a bit of a power fantasy to see that potential as unlimited. 'Hey brain, make my body do exactly this at exactly this time' even more so.

X-Men are like communists - they spend too much time fighting each other. The 3K X-Men accusing the real ones of being fake sellouts just makes that hit harder. Honestly I'm over this fight with the amount of combatants standing still. I know it's meant to be a delaying action preventing the X-Men from backing up Magneto, but a team vs team fight lasting 3 issues is decompressed to the point of barely moving. Feels like AvX or similar stalling in an eternal second act.

I figured out what seems off about Magneto - his angles! He's usually chiselled and angular, even gaunt at times. Rounded features looks odd on him. I'm not even nitpicking there, I just needed to elucidate the nagging feeling I've had. In a word, he looks ugly. I enjoy Stegman's pencils in general but Diaz does a better Magneto. Just quietly I'm a little salty that Uncanny is getting Valerio Schiti - they do a stupid hot Magneto and I'd love to see it again. Anyway, Mags sounds like a fool here, as he makes a speech about not making speeches. I hope he's lying, because this motherfucker gives so many speeches. They're one of his best features.

Heard you the first time dude.

Another is that he's a mutant menace, a term that's been thrown around a bit lately. Mags and the twin go at it but he's not trying to kill her and it's unclear if he actually could. Either way, when they speak Mags responds with cutting regret and an implicit challenge. With Quentin still knocked out there's nobody to counteract Cassandra Nova's influence on the twin. Cassandra refers to the twin as a '13 year old girl' so add 'forcing gender binary on a non-corporeal entity' to the list of her crimes.

You used to be somebody, man

It's implied that Nova is laying it on thick here, or otherwise the twin has a really good grasp of race war concepts and rhetoric. If it's the former, I think something is lost by Cassandra Nova giving them a script to follow and basically puppeting them. Mags is trying to appeal to agency - the ability to choose, and they're actually having a back and forth.

The twin repeating Nova word for word raises questions about the degree of agency as they smash Magneto, who was just answering the question. The hope spot of his words staggering them is brief but suggests that this crisis will eventually be solved non-violently. I do have to laugh at Mags getting called out for betraying mutantkind by driving a sentinel to protect flatscans, especially as it's Cassandra Nova saying it. There's a real opportunity to show how this propaganda sits with the mutant on the street, so to speak. These X-Men are very mutant focused yet Graymalkin still stands. They have a history of being establishment lackeys and beating down/imprisoning mutants who step out of line. They failed the Morlocks and Xavier killed Krakoa. It's not that simple but propaganda is a powerful tool especially when life sucks. Cassandra Nova might be the worst spokesperson there though - Genosha was not an act of mutant solidarity.

I love Ben Liu and Beast cheerleading Magneto. Get these boys some popcorn! Ben's finger pointing is unfair but hilarious, 'hooptie-ass sentinel' is not a phrase I expected to hear in the year of our DOOM 2025. Ben running off to help Magneto is a beat that really works, especially if you take Magneto's mentoring allusion seriously. We haven't seen Ben use his powers since issue #2, so anything can happen. The flipside is any kind of success is going to feel a bit unearned, but fuck it - jab my boy with dexies too and get out of the way!

Wyre talks a huge game with not a lot to back it up. I kinda want someone to kill him for being cringe, a sentiment Cassandra Nova seems to agree with. There's a production joke here - Mackay wanted to use Sabertooth for his role but he was killed off in Sabertooth War. Creed is certainly more impressive than this dipshit and Quentin has nightmares about the guy. It's a beat that can work, giving Wyre something to prove, but we'll see how that plays out. Right now he's delivering exposition and stating his feelings plainly like it's 1975. He's not alone in that...

Me too, Astra, me too.

We get a better look at 3K, as the third member is revealed to be... Astra. *sad trombone noises* If you're not familiar she's an old Magneto worshipper and the one who created Joseph, thrice, I think. Bit of a one trick pony, though she does teleport. I can't say that she's particularly interesting or threatening, but I do like her 'clone an army of Magnetos, sorry Josephs, and flip the magnetic poles' idea purely for its unhingedness. The idea that she keeps bringing it up is pretty funny, these meetings must be so tense. Like I said, one trick pony even if it is a great trick. Her being an F lister with minimal development might actually work in her favour, as aside from being obsessed with Magneto she's a blank canvas. That she was last seen in House of X #5 suggests that 3K itself is fairly new. If that's their #1 reason for not inviting Sinister they're idiots. Like there's a very good chance he'll subvert your project for himself even if you don't invite him - MF does mutant science crimes for breakfast lunch and dinner. He blew up the universe with cloning!

More interesting is 3K's agenda - mutant supremacy taken to the extreme end point. It's very blatantly a great replacement conspiracy theory, which is a really uncomfortable idea to put to print. Turning humans into mutants has been done a lot, though the proposed scale is new. Another way to look at it is 'give everyone superpowers, kill the rest' though we don't know why they want to do that. 'Hating humans' is pretty dull but maybe more will be revealed next issue when we find out who the chairman is. I wish they'd just get it out now, this slowrolling is tedious. I'm almost positive it will be the cliffhanger next time, but like, just fucking spit it out! Let's get the plot moving, yo! We've been fighting in the snow for 70% of the run at this point, just tell us who you are and do your thing. Some C-list genetics bad guy from the 90s/00s? Thought so. It took 17 issues to reveal Astra, for fuck's sake, which doesn't exactly hype me for who's under the helmet. At that point, why bother? Just get on with the plot.

Magik's Soul Sword keeps getting wider, right?

In a lot of ways these 3K X-Men and their masters are The Brotherhood of Evil Mutants with some ORCHIS scraps and a bigger budget. Extremists coming at the X-Men with accusations of failing mutants is one of the oldest X-Men tropes in existence. It can be interesting, but it needs to have something to say. I want to see a pamphlet on their beef or something, see if they've got anything fresh or if they're just another extremist mutant group. The thing is that a mutant who decided 'fuck humans. I'm done with these genocides' is a pretty reasonable position right now. Fighting the X-Men like every other group before? Not so much. Go destroy Graymalkin or something, you know? If you really want to show the X-Men how it's done, do that. Do their job better.

Ben spearheads Jen flying Piper to her mother, ideally to help convince the twin to cut it out. It's a solid plan, though there's a very high chance she gets reduced to a smear real quick. Mama Cobb is a mutant hater and is culpable for this mess, and she's terrified. We'll see how that wraps up next time, or maybe the issue after that with this fucking pacing. It's great to see Ben and Jen coming into their own, and Beast looks like he'll have to fight Wyre. The greasy weirdo has snuck into their base, and while it'd be great for Beast to fuck him up I kinda hope Glob bonks him with a frying pan or something. Why not both? Solicits have told us that agent fuckface comes to jail Scott in the wake of this second Iron Night, and something about Revelation/the artist formerly known as Doug Ramsey, I think. That sounds fun, I just wish it didn't take so long to get there. Not out of impatience, I just object to the padding and repetition plus slowrolled mysteries that don't land. Or impact the plot/characters even. That's probably not happening, so this book will remain fun but very frustrating.

Also... Why is Tom Brevoort answering all the letters for this book and Uncanny? That strikes me as really weird. Really fucking weird. Does that seem odd to anyone else? We're still seeing letters about Raid on Graymalkin and Chuck Hunt, all answered by TB. If I was writing anything and the editor was handling the forward-facing fan interaction in a book with my name on it I'd be like 'all due respect but what's the deal here? Maybe stay in your lane.' He is the 'conductor of x' but this feels like clearing the orchestra to be applauded solo. I admit I'm super biased against him but it really sticks out to me.

Thanks for reading and much love! 💓

[nebulae-d]

watcher!xisuma headcanon headcanons (links to the initial post!)

Xisuma keeps forgetting he doesn't have wings anymore every time he tries to engage in any form of wing gesture or language and has to pause to think. Made worse by the fact he used to have two sets of them.

However being raised by winged folk very much means he finds comfort in wings so sometimes when he's stressed out a winged servermate will find him to cover him up and help comfort him and help him calm down

Barely anyone remembers what he used to look like before his code was reset and he took on his Admin-form. Xisuma himself doesn't remember. It's almost like the code reset to let him exist with his players really tried to get rid of all of him...

There is absolutely nowhere he can technically safely breathe. While he won't die straight away in some atmospheres, which is why he can sometimes get away with just a lower mask for his lungs, he wasn't meant to exist in his current form and the world is really just out to get him the majority of the time. Too much prolonged exposure to the air can cause him a lot of pain and glitches that are difficult to repair or that hurt.

Xisuma has a Binary Form, which is related to his code reset (he is one of a few who has this form). It's technically his actual appearance, with his player-model being cast overtop of it due to the blank-slate of the Binary Form. It is an all-white humanoid figure with three sets of eyes (Xisuma has two on his left and one on his right), beetle-like wings that hover behind their back, and a waist, neck, and elbows detached and reconnected by 'tubes' containing binary code. Xisuma's also has pointed ears, as does his player model, his facial scar, and a large scar across the chest from damage he took from the coding reset. In this form he's extremely quick, but has very low defenses and hit tolerance and can be taken down fairly easily, and is unable to wear armor in this form due to its unstable nature. It's because of this he chooses to use the cover of his player model, which, while it takes energy to maintain, keeps him safer and better protected.

Hermitcraft's first watcher, Poppy, had a world before hermitcraft that she lost to a world corruption. Because of the extreme way in which she lost her players, she chose for a long period of time to separate herself from them and not to allow herself to interact directly with them.

Almost all of Poppy's nicknames for Xisuma involve some variation of "little xyz". The most common are "little galaxy" and "little bird", though the second has become more of a fond recollection over time as he, well, no longer has wings unless he loses his player model cover.

Ex formed when Xisuma's player model reset. It was difficult for them at first to figure each other out, but the two are fairly close, even if it doesn't seem like it. They like to spend time (elytra, lmao too many wings here) flying together (even if sometimes they end up knocking each other out of the sky). Poppy is very fond of him. Her son and his weird twin brother he dragged home one day out of the trash.

hermitcraft eventually deals with conflict from a rogue watcher specifically related to Poppy and her previous world. It is incredibly rough and in the process of her trying to get rid of them a secondary world corruption almost occurs, and a LOT more. (I'd tell more about how that goes, but I want to save it for some artwork and maybe some writing (and gauge interest in seeing this event lol)

Im having a good time

[stujet9rainshine-blog]

Nicktoons Unite Polycule!

The moment everything changes. Jenny announces her discontent.

I wrote this to spite you specifically. You come into my house and say polyamory is bad???? How dare! Have the polycule Nicktoons Unite crew. And like I said in the original post, SpongeBob is not in it.

OP is also poly and was in a long term triad.

The movie played on, some late-night action flick with too many explosions and not enough plot, but no one was really watching it anymore.

Danny and Manny were tangled together at one end of the couch, a lazy pile of limbs and low laughter. Manny's fingers played absentmindedly with the edge of Danny's hoodie. Across the cushions, Jimmy leaned against Timmy’s shoulder, half-asleep, his glasses sliding down his nose while Timmy idly combed fingers through his hair.

And Jenny sat alone.

Not far—she was only inches away from all of them—but something about the distance felt... wider.

She told herself it didn’t matter. It wasn’t supposed to matter. She wasn’t supposed to feel like this. Emotions had always felt like code—binary, manageable, predictable. Ones and zeroes.

But lately? They’d been feeling more like static.

There was a weird, sucking ache in her chest—where her heart would be, if she were human. She ran a quick diagnostic. Battery: full. Temperature: optimal. Circuits: clean. No signs of corrosion. Everything was fine.

So why did it feel like something was missing?

Her optics drifted to the couples. Her family. Her team. The people she trusted most in the world.

And yet... she felt strangely alone.

She didn't want to feel bitter, but she was a bit of a diva—and old habits died hard. She leaned back, crossing her arms with a huff, and tossed out, “Wow. You guys sure know how to make a girl feel like she belongs.”

The effect was immediate.

All four heads snapped toward her, startled.

Jimmy blinked, his tired brain scrambling to register what she meant. You do belong.

Timmy frowned. That’s not how Jenny usually joked.

Danny sat up a little, blue eyes narrowing with concern as he looked at her. She never jokes like that unless something’s wrong.

But it was Manny who spoke. Of course it was Manny. He always leapt first.

"Do you want to be included... differently, chica?"

Jenny’s optics flicked to him—and the words slammed into her like a power surge.

She hadn’t even considered that possibility. She’d always been the friend. The sidekick. The sister.

Did she want more?

She ran the calculations. Emotional equations spiraled across her brain at lightning speed. CPU temperature rising. Memory banks lighting up with every moment she’d laughed too hard at Danny’s sarcasm. The thrill of sparring with Manny. Quiet talks with Jimmy. Dumb pranks with Timmy.

"Huh," she said slowly, her voice soft. "I think I do."

The silence that followed wasn’t awkward. It was heavy. Tense with potential.

And then Manny reached over, with all the ease in the world, and scooped her up like it was the most obvious thing to do. He pulled her metal frame between himself and Danny, holding her close like she'd always belonged there.

His hand patted her arm, warm and grounding.

"Is that better?"

Jenny didn’t feel heat the way humans did. But something in her chest—something cold and tight—eased.

Her metal frame hummed low and soft.

"Yeah," she said. "It is."

[westanleovaldito]

If you know me, please ignore my simping over a hot fictional guy

Also sorry its kinda short

Leo's first "I love you"

You couldnt quite place what it was or meant, but you knew the binary was morse code. So, you glanced over to the latino next to you, his soft hair falling a little over his eyes as he sat hunched above a blueprint.

"So what is it?" You ask finally. After another repition of the pattern on your knee, you couldnt help but ask.

Leo's leg stopped bouncing as he looked back to you with his pretty brown doe eyes, they looked like amber in this light. "Hm?"

"The code," You clarify, tapping the top of his hand in what you remembered of it. "I can tell it's morse, but I dont know what it means."

Leo stared back at you, his mouth slightly agape as the horror set in. It was just an unconcious habit! You had only been dating a month, but you were already so much better than everyone else had been! He was so scared to lose you and he had to go blow it all up by tapping out-

"Leo?"

"Its nothing!" He said quickly. He took his warm hand off your knee and ran it through his hair as he straightened, looking back to the un-started project.

You raised a skeptical brow, placing your hand on his that now rested on the table. "Youre pulling away~" you mutter softly, leaning closer out of instinct.

The boy sighed, looking back to you with a look full of fatigue and... almost... hurt.

"Do I have to?" He mumbled out, letting you interlace your fingers with his as you nod gently. He sighed deeply before tapping on your hand again.

Two quick taps, "I..." pause.

Quick, long, quick, quick, "L..." Three long, "O..."

Three quick, one long, "V..."

As soon as you got the pattern, you perked up. Cradling his hands between your own as you practically beamed at him. "You love me?!"

Leo was horrified, but the smile on your lips eased his thoughts for a moment. "I- is that alri-"

"I love you too!" You say quickly. Talk about emotional whiplash. "Now can you teach me how to say it in morse?"

[t0asty1-writes]

Cariño — Sero Hanta x reader

notes: ah yes, this is the chapter where i infodump about my oc's quirk to you (the reader has a bug quirk, just want to point it out in case you havent read the previous chapter). technically my oc is infodumping to izuku but its the same thing actually. also i forcefemmed izuku lol shes a girl now, i hit her with the Trans Blast. this chapter is pretty long but doesnt focus much on the story of sero and the reader, so next chapter will probably be a shorter one that focuses on a really important scene between them.

stats!

word count: 1.9k

chapter list -> chapter 1 -> chapter 2 -> chapter 3 -> chapter 4 -> (still in progress!)

You were walking down the hallway, holding your books close to your chest. With your eyes trained on the ground moving beneath you, you thought about your new friends: Mina, Kirishima, Bakugou, Jirou, Denki, and technically an old friend—Sero.

You barely knew them for a day, but they already meant so much to you. Insects don’t get enough love, but the way they treated you made it seem like they were making up for all the prejudice against you. 

In ways, they’re like bugs themselves; Mina looks very bug-like, Kirishima can harden his body to be like an exoskeleton, and Jirou can use her earphone jacks like antennae.

Denki can use his electricity to communicate—you found this out by the electricity in the air around you pulsing rhythmically in a frequency that was much too high for any human to hear, but of course you heard it. The message was in binary code, but when you tried to decode it, it ended up being only gibberish.

Bakugou and Sero don’t have that many similarities to bugs, unfortunately. I mean, I guess that Sero’s tape could be used like a spider’s web because it’s sticky, but other than that you simply can’t find any connections.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t realize you were on a collision path with another girl from your class until you were both knocked to the ground, notebooks and textbooks scattered everywhere.

“Oh my God, I’m s-s-s-so s-sorry! Oh, gosh, this is the second time today this has happened, are you alright?! I really wasn’t looking where I was going-“

“ACK!! Sorry, sorry, sorry! I wasn’t paying attention! Please let me help you clean up! Which of these textbooks are mine-“

You stopped talking over eachother and both looked up with wide eyes. 

The girl you crashed into had messy, untamable short green hair, big green eyes and long eyelashes. Freckles dotted her round cheeks. She stood up and spoke with intensity, almost yelling;

“IT’S YOU!!”

You jumped a bit and lifted a hand, pointing at your own face.

“M-me? What? What about me?”

The girl started fumbling over the books on the ground, hunting for something specific. She was a mess, in more ways than one. Her tie was tied wrong, she had buttoned her uniform jacket unevenly, and there was already a rip on the knee of her leggings she wore under her skirt. She was all over the place mentally, as well. 

Finally, she held a tattered old notebook in the air in triumph. She sat down on the ground in front of you and opened it up as she spoke.

“I’ve been wanting to ask you about your quirk since I first saw you! Let me find a new page- So, it’s very similar to Asui’s quirk, right? She can do anything a frog can do, and you can do anything a bug can do, correct? Your hair is interesting, it’s iridescent, could it be made out of the same material as a spider’s web, maybe? I wonder if you can make the same material as a spider…”

She began muttering, her eyes wandering along with her mind.

“Wait wait wait wait, what? Can you slow down, please? And can we clean up and then talk about this in class… Maybe?” Your voice sounded timid as you started reaching for strewn books again.

“Oh, right, right, sorry! My bad!

Now, here you are, sitting in your homeroom classroom waiting for class to start. The girl introduced herself as Izuku Midoriya, “But you can call me by my first name, Izuku.” She had said with a wide grin.

Her seat was directly in front of you, and she was sitting on her chair backwards with her notebook against the back of the chair, writing things down at lightning speed as you talked.

“First of all, I want to talk about your exoskeleton. How strong is it?”

You leaned forward over your desk a little bit. 

“It’s stronger than human bones, it has to be if there’s not things like fat and muscle to soften blows. I don’t know any exact measurements, but my exoskeleton can take some pretty hard hits, and it’s immune to fire as well. I think it needs to be stronger though, so I’ve been eating a lot of foods with chitin and calcium to strengthen it.”

Izuku nodded along, muttering her own additions here and there.

“Interesting, interesting. Ok, next up, your, um,”

She gestured at the sides of her mouth, indicating where your pincers are.

“My pincers,” you supplied.

“Yes! your pincers,” she drew a quick sketch of you.

“Do they interfere with eating? Do they help with eating? Can you use them to hold things? Oh, your hero costume, I noticed that you had these- these green and pink things attached to them to make them longer, it looked metallic-“ Damn, for someone so shy, she talks a lot.

“Ok, well, umm,” you rock back and forth in your chair a bit while thinking of how to answer her questions the most accurately. 

“They can interfere with eating some things, like foods that are too wide to fit in my mouth, like, a big sandwich, i don’t know, and they can’t really help me eat because they can’t reach my mouth. And I can hold some things with them, as long as they fit between my pincers. As for my hero costume, I designed those pincer extensions so I can utilize them as a weapon. I imagine it would hurt a lot to be bitten by them, and you’re right, they are made of metal.”

Izuku’s eyes were laser focused on her notebook.

“Excellent! Ok, so how do your antennae work?”

“W-well, uh, it’s kinda hard to explain because we don’t experience senses the same, but it’s kind of like… like… hmm… no, wait, I know! They work like a cat’s whiskers, I can pick up on vibrations with them!”

“So, it’s sort of like seeing and feeling at the same time?”

“Well, it’s all the senses at the same time, except for taste.”

“I see! Wait, if seeing is included in your antennae’s function, then why do you have big bug eyes? Also why do you need glasses?”

“Ah…” You laughed awkwardly. “I don’t really know why I have both eyes and antennae, but for my glasses- Well, they’re actually designed to obstruct my vision. If you’ll look at the rims of the lenses-“

you removed your glasses and held them out for Izuku to see. 

“There’s this shading there, right? Because I can sense so much it overwhelms me a lot, and it starts to hurt my brain, which causes me to shut down. I’m not sure if it’s because I’m a bug or if it’s because I have autism.”

“This is amazing, let’s keep going- Wait, you’re autistic? ME TOO!”

She squealed and brought her hands to cup her face in delight.

“I’ve never had another autistic friend besides Kacchan! Wait, this means we’re friends, right?” She gazed at you with hopeful eyes.

“Yes!! I’ve also never had another autistic friend! Well, I kind of haven’t had any friends… for a while… So yay, friends!”

Throughout your interactions, you’ve kept thinking about how similar you two are.

“Yippie! Ok, moving on- I need to get as much information as possible. Ok, alright, what is your hair made of? It’s all shiny and iridescent.”

You brought a hand to your hair before speaking, twirling strands between your fingers. “It’s made of the same material as my wings. It’s really useful because I can use a bunch of products on it and see how it affects my hair, and if it has a positive affect I’ll use it on my wings.”

“This is fascinating. May I see your wings?”

Her eyes shone at you from underneath her bangs as she asked that question. 

“Ah- W-well, you see, uh…” You grew flustered, looking down and covering your face with a hand.

“That would be… Kind of really intimate… For me…”

Your wings are hidden beneath a shell on your back that bulges out, called an elytra. the elytra is significantly stronger than the rest of your exoskeleton, but in order to fly you have to open up your elytra. This is not exactly ideal because while the rest of your body has plates of exoskeleton to keep you safe, your back is barren and soft in order to keep your wings undamaged. Exposing your weak back to fly is one thing, but exposing it just for someone to look at is entirely another.

Izuku’s face turned a bit red. “Oh! Sorry, sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable! Let’s move on, then. Umm, so, fuel. Bugs have to eat sugar—like nectar and stuff—to keep them functioning, right? Thats just what I heard, but is it true for you?”

Grateful for the change of topic, you moved your hand from covering your face to resting your chin on it. 

“Yep, it’s true for me. Sato’s quirk makes it so he can use sugar to enhance his physical abilities, right? Well, I have to eat a minimum of 40 grams a day just to make sure my body doesn’t shut down, and more than that if I wanna perform well. It’s kind of annoying, really.”

“I see. I’ll keep that in mind. So, what about your arms? Do they ever get in the way of eachother? Are they well-coordinated when you fight?”

“Hmm… Sometimes they get in the way of eachother, but I would say they’re well-coordinated. I’ve never had only 2 arms though, so I don’t think I would know the difference.” You let out a slightly awkward laugh at the end of your sentence.

Izuku was busy writing down all her notes on you in her notebook. Taking a closer look at her, you’ve just noticed the yellow handkerchief tied around Izuku’s head and sticking out of her hair.

“Wow, I like your bow.”

“T-thank you! I like your headband!”

You were wearing a plain headband the same color as Izuku’s handkerchief. You touch it thoughtfully at the compliment.

From there, the conversation drifted away from your quirk and towards fashion. You were both chattering excitedly about how you designed your hero costumes, and then started talking about what you like to wear when you’re not wearing the school uniform, until you were interrupted by other students entering the classroom.

Izuku sits forward in her seat again as more students begin trickling in. You were looking out the window when you felt a tap on your shoulder.

You look over and Sero is sitting in the seat next to you, grinning at you.

“Hey y/n! You kind of disappeared on us, were you in here with Midoriya?”

“Oh, yeah, I was, sorry for disappearing on you, my social battery kind of just ran out-“

You start twirling your hair around your finger again. It’s something of a nervous habit, a self-soothing technique.

“No, no, it’s totally fine, I was just wondering where you went is all.”

Your teacher, Shouta Aizawa, walked into the classroom and all the students fell silent. One time, you overheard that he hadn’t been late to class once.

I’m too tired to write it out, but this is where Aizawa announces the U.A. sports festival. Everyone is hyped, except for those who are scared shitless. You happen to fall into the second category.

please give feedback, criticism or thoughts! if you have corrections or questions i'd really like to talk about them with you in the comments or reblogs!!

taglist: @luvseraphh @simp-plague @seros-girl @blue-sky336

[they-them-that]

Light trigger warning: gender roles, misogyny, transphobia

I love Ouran Highschool Host Club and with the Shoujo classic that it is, I adopted the general consensus that the show was "ahead of its time" with how it portrayed gender. Haruhi will always be a non-binary icon but upon rewatching it, especially after my own trans awakening, I remembered something that never sat right with me and that was how Tamaki treated Haruhi. My two cisgender friends didn't seem to pick up on the same problems even though they also consider Haruhi to be non-binary which made me think I was just projecting onto the anime. But another friend of mine later told me how it was much more "heterosexual" than she remembered that helped validate the feeling I had.

Although Haruhi doesn't like to make a fuss about gender, the anime does and it constantly reminds us that no matter what Haruhi feels, she is still a "girl". Tamaki is the worst offender of this mentality where even his entire perspective on Haruhi changes as soon as he finds out she's afab. A huge part of Tamaki's character is that he dotes on Haruhi "like a father" where his actions are actually founded on the authoritative, patriarchal belief that he needs to "protect" her because she is a woman. Not just protect her from actual harm either but from things like kissing someone and wearing a swimsuit...

Although in certain ways, we're supposed to laugh at Tamaki's overbearing nature, he's never actually taught to respect Haruhi's autonomy. In what felt like every episode, Tamaki fixates on Haruhi's assigned sex much to her annoyance. Yet rather than learning to look at Haruhi as a person regardless of gender, we're expected to see his obsession with upholding gender roles as a sign of affection. This felt clearest in episode 8, "The Sun, the Sea, and the Host Club!" where Haruhi confronts two men for harassing her female peers. She gets shoved into the water where Tamaki saves her but the conflict arises when he scolds Haruhi for standing up to men at all. The message emphasizes to us that "Haruhi is a girl" and it's something that she has to accept for her own well being while Tamaki's anger is meant to be perceived as chivalrous rather than patriarchal and heteronormative. The reality is, even if Haruhi was in danger, that isn't actually her fault but the fault of the men who felt entitled to women's bodies (something Tamaki is guilty of, even if not to the same level of aggression).

I still cherish OHSHC but it hasn't fully stood the test of time as I've been led to believe. That's not to rob gender queer people the comfort they feel from the show but that for myself, it's a bit hard to look past the cishet energy that the anime exudes. Although I see Haruhi as non-binary, the show doesn't seem to agree and goes great lengths to invalidate Haruhi's gender indifference. It's tragically common in anime and manga where trans-coded afab characters are reminded that they're still women and it's usually "proven" to them through patriarchal scenarios that put CIS men in a role of dominance. A lot of the time, these women are only gender nonconforming out of happenstance or circumstance rather than by choice, which even includes Haruhi Fujioka (she only cut her hair because there was gum in it). That's not to conflate gender expression with identity but it does feel like we're only being met half way, especially when the anime still romanticizes the gender dichotomy with Haruhi and Tamaki's relationship. I would've loved to see Tamaki be able to toss the notion of gender the same way Haruhi is able to and have that be the groundwork in which their mutual feelings blossom. Instead, it just felt like we got a man who stubbornly wants someone who grew up without gender labels to visualize herself the way he does, as a "woman".

[asterias-corner]

eeeeee ok so i decided to write a lil oneshot of the chain as cryptids au, with a little bit of self projection onto wild- (i made him autistic and use they/them - slighting non binary coded on accident🙏 which i hope is ok, i just got carried away)

Gift giving

Cryptid!wild + Cryptid!hyrule bonding <3

Wild was, well- wild. He didn’t take kindly to being forced into a box, some would call them a man because he looked like it, when in reality wild was just wild. Not a ‘man’ or ‘woman’- just wild. He was also told by strangers, whenever in one of their brothers hyrules, they would get caught into conversations somehow and were told that they were rude for not making eye contact and moving around- when in reality that just meant they were paying attention! Hylians were just weird! When wild joined the chain of strange heroes, he felt like an outcast in some ways, these were all beings who knew how to interact with each other, wild liked cooking for them, it was wilds way of showing they cared and did want to be friends, which was not something he normally did, but you know- when your forced to travel with people Sometimes, they would find a stream, and practice facial expressions and giving eye contact, but they’d get lost focusing on the fish darting into their reflection. The stream was going at a slow pace, but the sounds of it rippling through itself was nice. The sounds of the forest creatures coming by to drink the cold water and leaving just as quick made the atmosphere just as good. Eventually sky had came by, probably to come get me to make dinner. 

“Everything alright?”

He chirped, crouching beside me. His wings folded in on himself as to not hit me into the river, since he did have past accidents of doing so. I nodded, my antennas swaying in the wind, i watched the stream carefully, picking out the patterns in the way it moved downstream, i think wind would’ve liked to sink into the water, it was deep enough to sit in. Sky was probably going to say something else, but i saw the sun hit something just right in the water that made it sparkle. I immediately dunked my hand in, making sky jump at my sudden movement, i got whatever it was, and tugged it out of the soil. I shook my hand dry, and found that i had grabbed a bracelet, with sea patterns, strange runes on it, and opal gemstones engraved into it.

“Ohh cool! I wonder what it does! We should ask legend! He might know since it seems ocean themed and he’s a merman of sorts”

Sky ecstatically ushered me to follow him back to camp, so when we got back, sky darted to legend. He had dragged him over, and legend carefully examined the metal bracelet.

“Looks like something to keep you from getting wet, the bracelet i assume is something that can absorb water into the opal gems that would originally get in your clothes or skin and keeps it dry.”

He explained, handing the bracelet back to me. I nodded, smiling softly. If there was one thing i knew, is that hyrule didn’t like getting wet in his fairy form, and he was the few people I’d yet to truly interact with for longer than a few conversations. I knew he was out and about, but i didn’t know where- i decided to wait, sitting patiently in a tree as i swung back and forth repeatedly by my legs on a sturdy branch. Hyrule came back a couple minutes later, with wood in his arms. He set them down and sat next to legend, sparking up a conversation. I didn’t want to interrupt, but hyrule needed to have it! Even if wild did really want it, hyrule would like it more and find better use for it. I hopped down, small bells and chimes sounding from no where as i basically bounced over to where hyrule was sitting. I stood near his field of view, trying to find a pause in their conversation to make movement and get his attention. For a couple seconds, it was quiet between them, and hyrule looked to me. 

“What’s up?”

He softly questioned me, raising a brow. My antennas flicked as i registered his question, and i remembered why I’d been standing there. I extended the bracelet to him, he was a bit taken aback, but smiled and took it. 

“Thank you wild! What is it?”

He tilted his head, looking to me again. I waved a hand to legend, trying to ask him to explain- which he got the memo. 

“Oh! Wild gave you a bracelet that helps keep you dry, it seems the opal and runes engraved on it give it magical properties to keep water off your skin and clothes.”

He explained once more, pointing to the engravings and opal gems he was talking about. Hyrules wings fluttered slightly, in which i hoped was joy, he turned to me and smiled even wider than before. 

“Thank you! This means a lot, since i know you like to hoard things like this, and you’re willingly giving it up for me.”

He sounded slightly guilty in his tone, which i managed to pick out based off his head bowing. I waved a hand in front of his face to get his attention, my antennae’s flattened as i scowled at him.

‘Give you, make me happy, you happy’

I signed to the best of my ability, getting my whole gesture across. He nodded, smiling again. 

“Thank you, again-“

He laughed softly, it sounded energetic, which meant he was happy. That cheered me up, Hyrule hopefully knew i wanted to be best friends now, maybe even brothers! Like how he would refer to legend or wind. Wild knew he would’ve liked the bracelet, but this was a better choice.

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This AU belongs to @sapphicseasapphire

I wanted to write somethin and this AU scratches the blupee coded part of my brain :3 i love the art you make and it always makes me happy stim seeing it!!!

[jrwi-transgender-swag]

GET FUCKING READY EVERYONE !!!!!

THE FINAL POLL. THE ONE WHICH WILL DECIDE WHO JRWIBLR DEEMS TO HAVE THE MOST TRANS SWAG !!!!!!!!

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Jay Ferin

"I mean.. just look at her" - Submitted For Transfem Swag "she has a lot of transgirl swag and i love her. jay ferin forever" - Submitted For Transfem Swag "the transest ever. i swear" - Submitted For Transfem Swag "she is a TRANS ALLEGORY YOUR HONOUR. LOOK AT HER. TRANSGENDER SWAG." - Submitted For Secret Fourth Swag "She's so trans coded. I mean, she runs away from her family who expect her to be one thing (navy) and she joins a group where she tests what it's like to be something else (a pirate) but then reverts when her dad shows up. She pretends it meant nothing but then Chip shows her that it's okay to change and to act against her family. So she's living her best trans girl life. Also she has bird imagery which is very trans coded of her. And she was named after her dad so like… Just saying" - Submitted For Transfem Swag "jay jay okg jay. her entire story is so fucking trans coded. i literally can’t oo her wholeee story is so trans coded. like??? she runs away from home and doesn’t tell her family shes joining pirates bc it’s the exact thing they would disapprove of. she first joins them to scope them out and learn their secrets but as time goes longer she realizes these people love her and she loves them and she is a pirate LIKE THEM. and her father appears and literally disowns her for being a pirates like holy shit. and she tries to spare her friends by going back to life where she would be in misery. and and she finds drey, a pirate like her and someone close to her who was also kicked to the curb and she finds comfort in someone like her. and she has to deal with the idea that her dead sister might hate her if Ayva knew jay was a pirate like???? but she’s so dress and happy now and she wouldn’t trade it for the world DO YOU HEAR ME???? becoming a pirate is how jay discovers HERSELF and who she WANTS TO BE!!!! i can’t she is so trans coded i literally can’t. she was so alone but notre she had ppl who UNDERSTAND HER!!!!! also tgirl failgirl swag." - Submitted For Transfem Swag "HER WHOLE STORY COULD BE A ALLEGORY FOR BEING TRANS FR. her father hates pirates, pirating for her has been freedom and helped her seen a new perspective, she gets wings, her journey is og just being a "spy" and then becoming a pirate and sensing the "freedom" in it !! and loving it and being accepeted just as she is her dad even makes a comment abt her being a pirate in 53. shes sooo transcoded ^_^^^^^^^^ to me i love her jay ferin sweep - Submitted For Transfem + Secret Fourth Swag

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Rumi / Elena

"i mean. cmon. he’s so trans swag. theyre like every form of trans" - Submitted For All Swag "first canonically genderqueer pc and also JUST? LOOK AT THEM? THEY MADE THEMSELVES A PRETTYBOY ON PURPOSE. THEY CHANGE GENDERS WITH EVERY FORM THEY TAKE. THEYRE A CHANGELING. that bitch is TRANS" - Submitted For All Swag "canonically non-binary, very trans coded storyline in general, love her" - Submitted For Secret Fourth Swag

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[pumpkinpietimb]

I'm finally home and ready to talk about The Book!!

So, this book I've been talking about was found by Roier yesterday when he was looking for Cellbit in the castle. I don't think anyone thought much of it since Grandma's room is kind of a hotspot for almost all of Foolish's pranks. But I'm telling you, this one is NOT a prank. Especially not when said book was found accompanied by a VERY illegal gun.

Now. Here's the contents of the book.

i hope this finds the right person... hide it for now, be careful who you tell.

7 space 27

no one suspects a thing

that was a giant middle finger... asshole

no meaning. just for fun :D

3000 cielo 0

could someone find this first (alternatively: someone could find this first)

Ok, now that we've laid that all down, I'm gonna start rambling and theorizing under the cut

If you guys remember, Forever tried to barter Foolish's gun for his silence/lesser aggression. But Foolish told him he already had other plans for the gun... and I guess this was it.

I suspect he did this during that time Aypierre was doing a 24-hour stream and he randomly logged on. He usually logs on offline nowadays if he was hiding something from chat and other people... anyway, that's not the point! The point is the binary code on the first page and whatever the hell that was on the last.

The binary code translated to "7 space 27" which means. Literally nothing. Or DOES it?

Because I refuse to believe Foolish just randomly typed out binary code on a secret book handing over his gun to whoever finds it (most likely assumed to be Cellbit) which ACTUALLY translates to something. So I dug around and bullshitted my way to find a SOMEWHAT acceptable conclusion because I am not delusional and will never be as smart as Cellbit.

Keep in mind I have no fucking clue how enigmas work and used a chart for this bullshit. Specifically this one:

According to this chart, if we take the translated code and refer to them as our decimals, we've got 7 and 27 to look at. Now, if we look at our decimals' rows, we will get BEL and ESC as our ASCII symbols.

I searched up what they meant and they are literally:

BEL - bell, alert

ESC - escape

Now if we take those and complete the "sentence" that was there originally it would become "Alert space Escape" which is... something... but don't quote me on this, I could be 100% wrong.

But enough of that because my brain is already mush. Let's check the next one!

Next one being "3000 cielo 0"

I looked up what cielo meant, and it had various different meanings, but the common denominator was that it was high up. (i.e. sky, heaven, roof) But it could also be used as a term of endearment like mi cielo (my heaven) or something along those lines. And 3000 is some kind of angel number or something that means love and stuff.

My immediate thought upon searching up these two is the phrase "I love you 3000" but I might be grasping straws here. This might just be cords to a place somewhere up high with 3000 and 0 as the x and y axis. But you know, I like to make things harder for me.

Honestly, if you're still here and reading this paragraph, then I applaud you for being smart enough to understand whatever the hell I just wrote down.

There are two wolves inside me. One that thinks Foolish didn't really mean anything by these codes and the other that KNOWS he's smart enough to do this (AND would absolutely get help from the admins if he didn't)

[streetkid-named-desire]

1-5-30 from the "You've Got Questions and I've Got Answers OC Edition" for Bea and V!!!

OC ask meme here

thank yoouuu i am procrastinating on working on the latest chapter but really i just finished reviewing all the beta reader comments and i hate that "oh fuck" anxiety of it seeming like so much work to edit. like i know it never actually is but it feels like it once you do the first review of feedback

Do they have any crafting hobbies?

I don't know if it counts but V enjoys making brand new and customizing his quickhacks and generally fiddling around with electronics. He likes to restore old media players from Walkmans to iPods, LaserDisc to BluRay.

Bea cooks and knits clothes for Nibbles.

5. Do they have any tattoos? If so what are they and do they have any special meaning?

FUCKSHITFUCKSHITSHITSHITFUCK

UUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I knew this day would come...

The Definitive Official Definitely Most Likely Canon Vincent Guerra Tattoo Tour

Cyberheart: for how much he loves netrunning, tech, and what a big part it has been in his life. The binary put through a binary to text translator is gibberish and it's also gibberish when trying to translate as a hex code so idk.

Snake: because it looks cool, random numbers and shit to keep in line with the tech theme. He was young and stupid.

The roman numerals are 70.7.2020 and I honestly have no idea what CDPR could mean by that??? So I'm just going to say he's stupid and meant to get a full IP address tattooed but passed out before he could finish reading off the full address. The "Thicker Than Blood" came later when he was sober and it only makes sense in the context of the other tattoos and how much netrunning means to him.

Bea's bite mark :3

The Weevil Council: His netrunner name/online handle is w33v1l

The roman numerals are 2077, for obvious reason. The hardwired is again just random tech theme shit.

The ram skull he got to hide the ritual scars after he figured out the nomad clan he briefly joined was actually a raffen clan

The lyrics to Chippin' In, he got it when he got the 2077

Life motto because he's a proud faggot

Another life philosophy. TK was a fling's initials, he fell in love with a fellow rent boy and got it done in a drug-fueled love-drunk haze

Under the black band is more binary gibberish. The other stuff he accidentally fell asleep on a tin can label while his leg was wet with the green soap stuff after the black band and first gibberish was done and he thought it was funny and told the guy to make up some binary shit.

My fave :3 in my AU he got the Johnny + V tattoo on the back of his thigh and Bea one day held him down, scratched out Johnny's name, and tattooed her own

A blank tic tac toe grid. He shaves his ass when he'd going to a party and expects to get drunk and undressed so everyone can play.

Another personal fave

Binary that spells out USB-D for USB-Dick

The skull tattoos are also because he thought they looked cool.

Bea doesn't have any tattoos but she might in the second or third novel.

30. If they had the chance to be famous would they take it? If they are famous would they rather they weren't?

He's always wanted to be a legendary netrunner like Spider Murphy, wanted W33v1l to be a netrunner household name. But he wouldn't enjoy celebrity.

Bea getting any kind of fame would be her worst nightmare.

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Liveblogging TMAGP2: Making Adjustments

I think this is the first "entry" into the TMA franchise written by Alexander J. Newell? And it's a hell of a good one. I know I only have 3 incidents to pick from so far, but this is my favorite. As a reminder, I have already seen this episode. Everything after will be new to me though.

2:09 - "-and that’d be another “resurrection,” possible subsections… “obsession,” “medical”, “pursuit” and… hmmm. “Blasphemy”, maybe, so that would make it… four two three seven." Again with these subsections! Some of them are thematic, but some of them are just elements that were present. The main focus of Frankenstein in my eyes is his focus on avoiding responsibility. He goes against the laws of nature, and just abandons his creation because it has scary eyes. He lets Justine literally get executed because he refuses to reveal the fact his creation killed his brother. And then Victor makes then entire thing about him! About how bad he feels, about how he'll have to live with the guilt and regret of knowing. He's so up his own ass, Frankenstein's Monster basically tells him "I'm going to kill your loved ones" and Victor assumes the monster is just going to attack him on his wedding night. Idiot. What a goddamned idiot. And do any of these subsections get all that? Nope. Maybe "Blasphemy" gets close to it.

3:15 - "We aren’t here to decode the system. That’s Colin’s job and you’ve seen what a delight it’s made him. Just try to learn your codes and process your cases." Interestingly, while Gwen is determined to take this job seriously and process incidents to the best of her ability... she still seems to willing to overlook some of the absurdities and look deeper.

3:33 - "Then quit. No-one’s making you work here." Gwen can be mighty capricious at times. I think she might have taken Sam saying even she doesn't have perfect memory of the system as a blow to her ego. Alice doesn't want to take the job seriously at risk of it feeling real, and Gwen herself has said a lot of "hopeless wasters" come into this job. So why does Gwen take it so seriously? What is her goal here? Why does she even want Lena's job when everything about the job seems so... obfuscated.

4:32 - "Hey Gwen? Gwen? Gwen? Time isn’t real." Did I mention I love Alice?

8:40 - "I was meant to be doing a portrait for some generic witchy alchemist and it was when I was researching the symbols and stuff that I came across “Ink5oul”" It's always the symbols. And Ink5oul is already being associated with alchemy.

9:39 - "Looking beyond into the interior, it seemed like more of the studio was dedicated to ring lights and photography gear than tattoos!" It's like the focus is all on being scene. Being perceived. Not just having the tattoo for yourself, others, EVERYONE seeing it. I think this whole thing is pretty Flesh-coded, and that's only gets more intense the further this goes. It's the relentless observation of the body. The soul doesn't matter. Appearance does.

9:56: - "they had an absolutely gorgeous floral serpent design running up their arm and into their neck that was so vivid it looked ready to slither off their skin and onto the chair." That tattoo has to come alive in a later episode. I want to hear an incident where this icon just siccs a tattoo snake on someone. I support non-binary wrongs.

10:40 - "Before I could reply they hit a button on their set-up and suddenly we were live streaming with lights in my eyes and their arm tight around my shoulders. I don’t remember much of what they said to their viewers, but they kept telling everyone how lucky I was whilst they dragged me into the chair." You know, listening to this again now... I'm getting Mr. Beast vibes. Like it's awful. "Oh, I'll do this charitable thing for you, you just need to agree to let my exploit your image to be ravenously consumed by my thousands of fans! I'm not even going to give you a warning, just start being content! If you aren't content, then what's the point of your existence?" Ugh. Gross. And then the immediate painful torture. This would be a nightmare for me.

11:35 - "I wanted to scream but I couldn't even breathe as it felt like thousands of wasp stings ravaged my body whilst mediocre dubstep thrummed through my chest and Ink5ouls chatted to their viewers completely unconcerned." 11:57 - "The stream was over and I was apparently forgotten." 12:39 - "Just as suddenly as the lights had turned on, they were off and I was bundled towards the exit. No debrief, no aftercare." This really gets to me also. The sheer... banality of it. Imagine going through the most unimaginable torment you have ever experienced, having your flesh merciless carved into... and someone is just playing shitty EDM over it. It's the worst day of your life but to the person causing it, it's just Tuesday. They're not even really being sadistic, they aren't relishing in it, it's just... nothing to them! And then you're just thrown out, like a product that's been used! There's no conclusion, no explanation, no catharsis, just intense pain and then it's over and you're expected to just move on like nothing ever happened. Awful.

15:04 - "Looking around me, I realised that all of my paints were still out" So as a rational person not being mindscrewed by alchemical symbols on your tattoo feeding on your body dysmorphia, you used the paints on the portrait, right? Right?

15:32 - "I began to take a pallet knife to the left eye. Just a small tweak. It was as subtle change, barely noticeable but I knew I was making progress, because I could feel when the knife scraped bone." :( I had to double back when I first listened to this. And then triple back. I thought she was talking about the canvas. And she was. For a moment. And then she seamlessly transitioned into being the canvas. The switch is just, instant. There's no direct moment of it starting to blur or be confused, and I love that because it makes it so jarring. 16:42 - "It was small tweaks at first" Proceeds to give very extensive list to 'tweaks'. Just completely broken from reality and now looking for anything and everything to fix. And there is ALWAYS something to fix.

19:50 - "If I wanted to clear the canvas, I would have used turpentine." The nonchalance of this line makes me laugh. I'm a bad person.

20:40 - "Just stop paying attention.. Don’t look at me like that, I’m serious. I just skim the case for keywords, and if it’s a talker I hit play and get on with other work." I've already said my whole thing about this. Sam does not seem to want to accept the horrors of the world however. The absurdity of the systems, the way the computers haven't updated since the 90s. He forces himself to listen to the incidents. He wants to figure out what things mean. He wants to make a change. Time will tell if this is a virtue, or if it will get him killed.

22:07 - "They’re “expanding external operations” and you know what that means. Outsourcing. Redundancies" I don't think that's what Lena meant. I think that was code. Code for what? Something bad, probably.

24:46 - "Er yeah, that should be fine. It’ll need to be after the 28th though as that’s payday." What's going on with Alice's brother? Is he in a tough spot since his music career hasn't kicked off yet and he needs to ask Alice for cash?

I really do love this episode. Body dysmorphia is one of my favorite aspects of the Flesh, and this gave all of the vibes. I know we aren't going to have the same clear-cut entities as TMA, but still.

Woof. This was a lot of yapping. First Shift was 10 to 15 minutes longer than the rest of the episodes though. Now I'll be able to get to episodes I haven't seen yet! See you then!

[kwayarchive]

My Long Socks

I’m smoking, and I just looked down at my feet, and I’m reminded of why I love my long socks

I had a lot of colorful and mismatched, and patterned, really short ankle socks growing up. And they were great, I loved them a lot, but something always felt off about them. And getting more different colors wasn’t the fix, or trying different fabrics

Then I’d see the boys and their long socks. They got to play, and run, and rough house, and be free with their bodies, and for some reason I believed that meant through clothes, it was the only way, I’d unlock that freedom

When my parents realized I wasn’t fucking with skirts or dresses and stockings, and any shiny thing in my ears would come up missing at the end of the day, they were obliged to pivot

Of course, these are straight people, so there’s limitations in the kinds of clothing they felt would be “boy” enough to suit my “non-girl-ish” behaviors, but was still “girl” enough so that I could be gendered as girl, and raised as girl, and conditioned as girl — seen as girl

My mother didn’t really care for “fashion”. Not at least in an aesthetic sense. She could appreciate a nice outfit, but it wasn’t one of her “necessities”, and was therefore redeemed redundant. The time that could be spent shopping she chose to use on more “meaningful” things

Alternatively, my dad’s solution, ironically enough, was to dress me life himself: beige kaki’s and an assortment of different colored and patterned polo shirts. But this sufficed. This was empowering for me. I was still “presentable”, “well-kept”, and “colorful” enough to be “girl”, but now I could play four square with the boys without feeling out of place. A wonderful compromise at the time

But this, as as I began to grow older, to perceive my own girl-ness, became too much of a contrast with an identity of myself that I held, but those around me did not

I recognized my “girl-ness”, even under the layers of clothing that many associated with “boy” or “man”. But I also believed that the kind of “gendering” I was experiencing, my “boy-ness”, was a liberation of my body — until I realized it was an imprisonment. These clothes became a container of hypermasculinization, mysoginoir, coded homophobia, adultification, and overwhelming anti-blackness. I know these may sound like “buzz words” to you, but this was my life, this is my life. These clothes, on my skin, on my body, rendered my “girl-ness” redundant. Revoked

So, I didn’t want to wear kaki and polo uniforms, I wanted to be wanted the same way other girls were. I wanted to be desirable. Maybe a dress would afford me the same appreciation the other girls were given? Maybe a skirt would give me back my femininity? But between my muscular physique, angular features, dark skin, 4c hair, and awkward overall being, dresses and skirts still felt out of place. I’d become conditioned to reject these pieces because of the prescribed, heteronormative masculinity I was forced into

A peril ensues: I did not know how to dress. I didn’t know what to put on that would make me feel better — to feel and exist as a mode of gender that wasn’t restricted to these harsh binaries

Trial after trial, and tribulation after tribulation, throughout the course of a little under a decade. Recognizing that this “out-of-place-ness” wasn’t only due to the clothes I was wearing, or how shy and awkward I was, or how outspoken I could be, the issue is that I am dark, a woman, and very obviously (to many but myself as a child) queer. Their issue was who I was, not what I wore

So I began to detach myself from their expectations of who I should be, and I began at a tabula rasa: A blank slate. What does it mean to be woman? What does it mean to be femme? What does it mean to be man? To be masculine? To be non-man or non-woman? I rebuke the heteronormative and patriarchal denigration of womanhood that was forced upon me. I rebuke the forced toxic masculinity I was made to carry

Now I get to tell that story, my gender, my way

Large clothing: baggy jeans, baggy shirts, large button ups, large sweaters, chunky shoes. Lots of accessories: gold, silver, green, red, yellow, black, ties, glasses upon glasses, hats, beanies, buckets, on my fingers, my head, my neck, my waist, everywhere, and I want it all. Other kinds of shoes too: flats, kittens, sandals, slides, sneakersssss. I’m a maximalist at its finest, because my clothing is my armor, and the more the better, the stronger

You’ll never get access to my figure unless I allow it. A peak of stomach or waist when I wear crops or low-waisteds. A hint of shoulder, a peak at my breast, a glimpse of my lower back. I control the narrative now. I control what you see of me, and who you see

My underwear: My bras — lace, wire, padded, thin, and thick, my pasties, silicon or tape — or my lack thereof, my thongs, Calvin’s, my boxers, loose and form fitting

These are the symbols of strength that I adorn my body with. I give new meaning to my clothing through how I choose to wear them (very pragmatist of me, James would be proud). My truth is defined by myself

However, to bring this full circle, I think the most interesting of the clothing pieces I love: my pile of long, white(-ish), mid-calf-length socks. Symbols once only given to elementary boys, to be mobile, rough and free, now I can wear them too. I don’t restrict myself to what the mainstream has defined as “girl”, I’m not that kind of woman. Not the one with all the rules and confines. My woman explodes this notion, outward, forward, even behind. It’s a redefining of time and history, because now I’m in charge of the narrative: I am the victor in charge of telling (t)history

So as I look down at my long socks, socks that are just “boy” enough to give me gender euphoria. Just “boy” enough that I can still be playful, and live life on the edge. Just “boy” enough to subvert a heteronormative notion of “girl-ness”, of what a woman should be. I’m also reminded that I’m exploding this notion of what it means to be “boy”, of what masculinity can look like, and who can possess it. I am everything and all that I want to be. I choose what is masculine and feminine, I define these lines and how they blur

My long socks are a peculiar reminder of my growth, of my “coming out” to freedom; of my “coming in” to myself and queerness and identity and womanhood. Of the time I’ve reflected, and reconstructed, and destructured notions, and exploded into something entirely [k]new (oh how very Marx of me)

My gender is overwhelming, it constantly extends out from itself and is ever-changing and becoming — my being always coming into itself and out of itself

Anyways, I digress. All of this is to say,

I really loveeeeeeeeeeeeee my long socks