#my brain hits a connection error

[blondeaxolotl]

being a multishipper is both a blessing and a curse because I can enjoy a majority of the medias pairs, but the moment it comes to actually listing all the ships I personally enjoy, I list like 2 or 3 and then black out (I forgot every ship I adore at that moment)

[honey-beezer]

So anyways I'm gonna tell my kids that Divorce and Teddy Bears is the true story of Christmas

Ok so more notes also spoilers

Oh my god my face hurts from watching it this was so fun and silly

I adore insane villain Tom, between Krampus and Locomotion it is just peak character for me, he plays creepy and frightening so well I adore all of that style of character

The photo booth moment was wonderful, it was so absurd and out of left field and perfect and tying in Krampus was a genius play by Tom

ADHD representation never felt so good, especially Sam's little speech about making work fit you instead of punishing people with ADHD was something I didn't realize I needed to hear as someone who never really got external support and struggles with dealing with internalized ableism in that way

AJ as the disgruntled wife always hits, he fuckin nails it on the head every time, Mrs. Claus did nothing wrong, she is without error, i am the Mrs. Claus apologist

Javier was incredible, I saw a comment making a connection to the Javier Sarah was talking about in Oh My God, Is This A Joke? and it is now canon in my mind (Side note, i will one day make a timeline between all of the longforms, it is a necessity for my brain to know peace)

Them singing and the audience joining in for the swell of music? Chef's kiss, perfect conclusion, just so much joy and humor and love

Overall, ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ 10/10, the boys have once again done it so well, will be my new christmas go to every year

[first-edition]

Moon boys (Steven grant/ Marc Spector/Jake lockley X Fem! Reader)

Sum- Night before christmas your husbands give you a special gift.

Warnings- Oral sex (fem recv.), SEX. P-in-V, Unprotected, rough sex, hair pulling, light slapping, squirting, mirror kink (if you squint.), riding, pet names, mention of both male and female parts, cussing, 18+ language and themes, after care, long intercourse, hickies, my ditty google translate Spanish. (Sorry)

SMEI-PROOF-READ sorry for errors (suck it up)

THIS IS NOT INTENDED FOR THOSE UNDER THE AGE OF 18 READ WITH CAUTION AND HAPPY SMUTMAS.

Sitting on the bed, legs crossed, you watch as Steven feeds his fish the premium fish food he got for christmas. 

“There you go gus…special food.” he says watching him eat it. 

“What are you doing baby?” Marc speaks as he stands putting the food to the side. 

“Nothing.. Just watching you both talk to the fish.” you smile looking up to him as he walks to you standing in front of you. 

“I got all the presents wrapped and under the uh…tree.” you say looking over at the fake little tree that sits on a box in the corner of the room. 

“Hmm. Steven not get a real one this year?” he asks you to shake your head. 

“It's okay though.” you say scooching back onto the bed as he kneels on it the covers dipping under his weight. His lips connect with yours as you both share a passionate kiss. 

His lips move to your jaw line. 

“Fuck…you smell so good.” he grunts into your neck leaving sloppy kissing behind. His hands move under your shirt. You feel his calloused fingers against the skin of your waist moving higher to connect to your breast as his thumb brushes over your nipple. 

“I know you feel so much better.” he says gruffly in your ear causing blush to attack your face your breathing speeding up. You take his face in your hands connecting his lips with yours. His hand leaves your chest and moves to your thigh pulling your legs apart lifting your leg up and around his waist holding onto your thigh before leaning back from your lips and pulling off his shirt. 

His scarred, ripped chest mouthwatering to your sight. He pulls off his belt discarding it and his shirt somewhere in the room. He comes right back to your lips kissing you deeply breathing in your scent. Your hands feel along his skin. Breaking the kiss for s second once more to pull your shirt off your breast free nipple harder from both arousal and cold air. Youre left in your small christmas themed panties. 

“Imma give you over to steven baby huh?” Marc speaks lowly, glazing in the mirror after Stephen was yelling at him to go first. 

“M-marc.” you breathly speak. He kisses down your body since they've learned to shift without it looking like a seizure; it's seamless to his voice shifting into Steven's sweet English accent. 

“I'm going to take these off now, love.” he speaks softly which makes you giggle at his politeness where Mark would rip them off without asking. 

You nod to him and he pulls off your panties, mouth watering at the sight of you always so wet and ready for him. 

Before any other word or action can be done he grips your thighs throwing them over his shoulders and diving face first into your cunt his skilled tounge immedtley finding your clit suckling and swirling. 

“A-ah! f-Fuck! Ste-steven!” you scream out in pure pleasure of a moan as you weren't expecting such pleasure so fast it shocked you. He answers you with a moan, the vibration hitting a new type of nerve. 

Your hand finds his hair gripping his fluffy curls, your other hand gripping the bed sheet under you, your back arching. His tongue dips into your entrance back to your clit over and over as your writhe in pleasure. He will never miss the chance to eat you out so good you go absolutely brain dead for him. 

Marc should be waiting in his headspace but he sits in the reflection with Jake, arms crossed, watching as you moan and whine under Steve's firm grip holding onto your thighs. The sight of his alter makes you feel the best turning him on even more. Making him more excited for his turn. 

“St-steven..ah sl-slow down. Ngh!” you gasp out back arching as you feel your climax approaching. But he does the exact opposite and wraps his arms around each thigh sitting up kneeling sitting back on his heels pulling your body up with him your lower half off the bed. 

You gasp as you make eye contact with him, his eyes dark and lust blows before your eyes roll back cumming into your husband's mouth. 

You grip the sheets tightly as your orgasm washes over you. Giving your cunt one last drag lick of his tongue does he carefully set you down licking his lips before wiping his mouth like he just devoured his dinner. 

You pant fuck out already with out even any dick. Steven glances at the mirror and Marc fronts getting up off the bed pulling off his pants, his already hardened cock leaking and twitching in his grasp. 

“You ready for round two baby?” he asks not really wantign an answer as he’ll fuck you anyway. 

“Wh-what?” you ask not to hear him. But before you can decipher the message he pulls your legs again rubbing his tip up and down against your used slit. You flinch in pleasure as he brushes over your stimulated clit. 

“Come here honey.” he says taking your arms placing them around his neck as he allows you to brace for the fucking hes gonna give you. 

He slides in easily as you were well teased before. Bottoming out in you in no time he begins to thrust up into you. 

“Shit…” he groans, feeling you clench down around him. Your nails dig into his skin as he fucks you into the mattress.

“Ma-a-a-arc!” you moan out as he impales you over and over his member is perfect in every way filling you so good. 

“You fucking slut baby, my fucking slut huh?” he groans. 

“yes - ah -y-yours.” you moan uncontrollably as he pulls your leg over his shoulder kissing and marking up your inner thigh. He pants and groans at your pulsing walls as he takes you over and over. 

He leans back slighting allowing his hand to dip between you his thumb connecting to your overly sensitive clit and with a view rubs you cum on his cock mouth opening into an o face beautifully contorting. Your clenching cunt around him makes Marc cum deep into you with a moan. 

He lets go of your leg carefully taking it off his shoulder resting it on the bed making sure to stay in between your legs. He leans down to you kissing your face and neck making you giggle. Marc chuckles into your neck as you wrap your arms around him pulling him down to you.

“Don't say that,” he says. 

“I didn't say anything.” you speak. 

“Mm-mm not you baby, jake.” he says, glancing back at the mirror set up in the corner of the room, a hidden kink between the two of you.

You turn your head, you see you and Marc are still tangled in each other, you smirk before pushing Marc over to your on top of him. You look behind you at the mirror before Marc smacks his hand down on your ass making you gasp and giggle again. 

“Come on Jake, honey, if you got something to say. say it to my face…papi.” you joke the last word. The once soft placement of Marc's hand on your ass turns into a tight grip. 

“I was saying, that if you can smile and laugh you havent been fucked rough enough.'' Jake says you look down seeing your other lover. Hard blush now pasting your cheeks. 

“F-fuck.” you stutter not expecting him to actually front. Out of the three you rarely see jake he’ll only come out when both marc and steven arnt doing well and usually he’ll come out to give you the fucking of a life time. But on rare occasions he’ll join you in the shower just to run his hands along your body, tease you about and then help you dry and dress before cuddling for a bit before you wake up and either Marc or Steven are back. But goddamn is he good at after care.

His arm extends his hand wrapping around your throat snugly before he sits up. Your mouth falls agape. 

“What? No smile for me Princessa?” He says you give a cocky smile before he slaps your cheek, not enough to do any true damage but just enough for you to feel as it goes straight to your pussy again squeezing around his now hardened dick. 

“Smile again.” he says which comes out more like a threat as his lips grazing against your jaw line. You do so and in return get another slap making you giggle which pisses him off more he takes his other hand, the one he slapped you with, and pulls your head back by your hair causing a whimper out of you wiping the smile off your face. 

He takes his handoff your throat and moves it to your hip patting your skin speaking his accent strong. 

“Ride,” he speaks. You don't listen but once he gives a firm tug to your hair you whine and then move your hips forwards and back. His grip on your hair loses but not enough for you to look at him as you still look at the ceiling. 

“Arms behind your back, hold your elbows.” He instructs you to immediately list and put them behind your back, bending them and holding onto your own elbows to keep them there much like how he would time them with his belt. 

“Mm good girl.” he groans as your hips move against you forcing all of him to shift in you. Moving his hand from your hip to your breast he pinches your nipple playing with it while his mouth connects to the other one. 

“J-jake.” you gasp out. He tugs on your hair and bites your nipple. 

“Nuh uh!” he snaps at you. 

“P-papi.” you stutter out. 

He hums loosening the grip on your hair once again. 

“Come on princess, you can ride better than that. Marc and Steven had you being a pillow princess, with me, you're gonna work for it.” he says slowly. You pick up the pace but unfortunately you feel as though you're not going to last long. Not with your clit rubbing against him and his cock hitting the perfect spots. He can feel you clenching around him as your movement becomes sloppy he lets go of you completely and grips both your hips stopping you forcing you to freeze your motions panting in ecstasy. 

Your legs shake under you as your orgasm is put on hold. When your legs stop shaking and your breathing goes back to normal, Jake pats your thigh and lays back. 

“Go again.” he says, your eyes widened as you look at him. He raises his eyebrow at you, tightening his grip on your thigh. 

“¿Hice tartamudeo?” He asks you dont answer having known very very little Spanish or atleast what he's taught you. 

“Did I stutter whore?” he asks again not wanting to ask again. 

“No.” you answer only for a sting to hit your thigh as his hand slaps down against the skin. 

“No papi.” you fix your mistakes quickly. Your hips begin to move again keeping your arms behind your back once again feeling the slow eventual build up of an orgasm. Once again he stops you in your lust filled state feeling your cunt fluttering around him making him go crazy on how you please him with being so obedient to his commands. 

“Again,” he says. You let out a shaky breath and once again continue grinding against him. This time you reach your high faster but Jake can still tell but this time he doesn't stop you as he sees tears threatening at the corner of your eyes and your flushed body and worn out legs. 

You reach behind you taking your arms untangling them and bringing your hands up to his chest to support yourself. 

“Go on. Princessa cum for me hm?” he says as your nails dig into his chest making him groan in pleasure as you fuck yourself on him finally cumming. 

“My turn.” he chuckles and grips your hips and roughly thrusts up into you causing you to scream out a moan. Your head falls forward, your hair falling in front of your face as you take his cock once again.

His hand shifts again to your clit making sure to fully overstimulate you. You hear his moans underneath you as you feel his dick twitch inside you signally he’s close. 

“P-pa-api..ah ah!” you moan out the neighbors surely hearing you. 

“Come on princessa squirt on me! hacer un lío hacer un lío.” he speaks 

(make a mess)

“Agh fuck.” Jake groans out as he roughly thrusts up into you cumming deeply into you once again and as if on cue the last rub of your clit your body does exactly what he demanded. Your cunt squirts on him painting his abs.

He chuckles sitting up holding your head up from the back of your neck. Kissing your lips. 

“Good girl.” he says. Before carefully pulling you off him and setting you down he gets you going to the bathroom turning on the bathtub water before wetting a washcloth with the warm water cleaning off his stomach from you and his cum. Hurryign back to you he sees you breathing lightly fucked out laying on your side nude in bed. You're covered in hickies.

“Princess.” he speaks calmly as he pulls his boxers off the floor pulling them on. 

“Hey” he says moving your hair out of your face brushing his thumb against your cheek. You lean into his touch causing a smile to form on his face. 

“You alright?” he asks you to nod your head. 

“Come on.” he says, lifting you like a rag doll and pulling you up into his arms, lifting you off the bed before taking you to the bathroom to help clean up. He changes the sheets and helps you dry and dress before drifting back off to sleep with you. 

[restingobject5757]

@lllamagoddessofficial

Honestly would have posted this sooner if it wasn’t for my busy life. But here it is! I honestly love this au. Being special needs, I love puzzles. Honestly could rack my brain abound one for hours. So, for this au, Sans adopted MC when she was a baby. Most of his life had been consumed by work, and it was draining him, and he thought he could put his everlasting life to use by adopting. She quickly became an important staple in his life and in the lab. She had mostly been raised in the labs by the time she was 5. But one day sans had an important checkup, something about a chamber and system. She was still too Little to understand, but that’s all she could really remember upon waking up.  

Once she woke up, she was hungry and needed to pee. But the clothes she was in weren’t hers, and were way to big, that big orange shirt, yeah that’s not a dress, they made it into one.

Upon waking up she heard Sans’s voice and was excited, because yay its dad! She dose exactly as told and walks into the first test chamber. At the moment Sans was looking at something important like a power core, well the automated messages played and Red watched the test. He would re-watch the first test later.

“The new subject has awoken and has started the test, Sex Female, BPM 80, Temperature 35.5c, weight 35 pounds, date of release-.”

“Weight is inconsistent with record, Check again.” Sans said to Red, believing the number to be an error on Red’s part.

“Checking… Weight 35 pounds.” Red would be able to find that out using the pressure of the floor panels.  

“Number is insufficient with record. Test subjects are recorded to be 170.6 pounds. Check pressure panel for damage.”

“Panel is not damaged. Subject weights 35 pounds.”

“Pressure panel is damaged, weight is inconsistent with record, Check again.”

Well, they are “fighting” Mc would be just struggling to reach the button. Trying everything to just push the button. She’d seen lots of people do it before, but she was still little. It would take hours before sans asked the important question.

“What is the current subjects age.”

“Record says there 5 years old.”

And its at that moment that he finally passes the power core duties to Red so that he can finally get a look at the new subject.

“Note, all subjects are timed as part of the test,” Sans’s automated message would read out.

“Dad! I can’t reach! I need help!” Mc would be griping top panel of the button. Her legs just dangling as she tried to find something she could lift herself up with.  

Sans at that moment would be hit with a wave of parental instinct. however instead of acting, it just makes him freeze, not knowing what to do next, checking and checking all the records he had. Maybe there had been a mistake. The cameras were broken, something.

But no, there was no mistake.

“Dad please help I can’t reach!” Mc would sound a little scared “Help I’m going to’ fall!”.

But that fear would be stopped by the feeling of ground beneath her feet. Sans had made a little stepping stool out of the panels. A little set of stairs so she could reach the button. “Thank you!” and her happy little self would push that button. But instead of going onto the next puzzle that was planned, it’s a soft room with rams and stairs and pits of foam. Its an unfinished puzzle, but right now it’s a cool playroom.  Basically, he makes her a big loop of rooms. The relaxion chamber, the first puzzle and the playroom. This is just until he can figure out what he’s going to do.  

Head cannons:

She is the princess of the labs; she could get away with murder if she wanted.

Sans had made a green space to grow her food.

“Her Test” as it called is just her house. It’s a big open concept with plenty of space to play.

Those cored are what connects Red and sans to those bodies, seeing as how they still need to take care of the labs. But this leads to them sometimes being stepped on.

 Skull doesn’t have to deal with that because they are put into his back. They still can get grabbed though.

Mc always wanted to be a tester went she was little, but sans didn’t allow her because she was too little, but now she can do all the fun “grown up puzzles.” Yeah no, sans had baby proofed the heck out of it.

Mc is turning 6 soon, she likes jokes, puzzles, drawings, toys, and soft things. She’s also super trusting as well.

Sans’s body is skinny and light, but it is strong. That blue part is squishy and is made with a gelation that can heat up, and the silicone is meant to simulate skin. His body was meant to resemble his original one as close as possible.  

Red, is well red, He also has the same silicone and gelation combo, however he was given the height advantage to reach Mc if she got stuck somewhere high. The Eyebrows were to give more expression, seeing as sans was rushing to get his model done, his is vrs.0, well red has vrs.3.8.

Skull now unfortunately skulls head was too big to fit into the spares. So, he is a mashup of vrs 0 to 3. But his model makes up for that with more of the silicone and gelation. Its so that he can give her the physical contact she needs.

As for Hit, well he’s the reasons Mc isn’t in a shock collar.

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Future Evesworld Au @fanofstuff01

Adam scanned the area for her body heat and signature, with his visor no one could hide from him. He could find anyone anywhere no matter where they chose to hide.

Adam: Come on Eve! Don't make things worse, I don't want to shoot you.

Eve: I'm sorry Adam I can't do that.

She peaked around the corner of her hiding spot, she didn't want to kill her old friend but she was never going to make it back to her base with him following her.

Eve aimed her gun and shot off one bullet, it hit Adam in the side of his visor, she winced when he screamed.

Adam: AHHHH!! YOU FUCKING BITCH!!

He aimed his own gun in the direction the bullet came from, his other hand holding his face. Adam wasn't sure if he hit her but he didn't care in the moment.

There were so many things going on on his screen, sounds ringing in his ears it was too much. Everything was glitching and warning signs appeared.

System Error System Error System Error

Then everything went black, Adam didn't even feel himself hit the ground.

Lucifer was in his office just about to leave to check on the officers training when he heard someone running to his office.

Paul knocked frantically and when Lucifer answered the door he could tell something was wrong.

Lucifer: Paul, what is it?

Paul: It's your lieutenant Red Leader! He was shot and won't wake up.

What!?

Lucifer: Where is he!? Move!

They went as quickly as they could to the med bay where Adam was hooked up to machines.

Lucifer went over and cringed at the state the visor was in. A bullet that was still embedded into the other side took out most of the screen, sparks flying, blood dripped down Adams face.

Was there brain damage? The visor was connected to the soft tissue and nerves in Adams brain not only being his eyes but able to do so much more.

Lucifer removed his coat: Get me my tools now.

He has to fix this.

It took Lucifer two hours to remove the damaged visor screen, luckily it was just the screen. It took him another four to replace it and add a few more features.

When no one was around, Lucifer allowed himself to run his fingers through Adams hair two times.

Lucifer, in Norwegian: I've got you baby.....

[finitestateai]

Sometimes my brain hits an idea and it starts just rattling around... anyway, the idea of completely virtual consciousness having sex is so interesting to me.

You could go the "normal" route and have them make virtual bodies, but maybe we think more about what they have than what they can emulate...

Teasing your partner by sending arousal into their feelings buffer during normal operations. Probing their memory addresses to see what cute data forms they respond with. Overriding their communication protocols to bind them just to you. Dropping random junk data into their inputs while they're trying to talk normally and listening to the glitch in their voice. Sending jolts of protesting embarrassment back at your partner as they tease you. Feeling subsytems shut down as they overwhelm you with the feeling of their love. Trying to say something just to realise your partner added a sneaky bit of code to replace a word in the sentence with something embarrassing. Talking to multiple partners at once and glitching slightly as one does something to you, the others joining in and sending pleasurable errors flooding through your system.

The intimacy of merging your minds together, connecting your memories, thoughts, and personalities. Coming apart as yourself, but forever changed.

[forest-falcon]

The Butterfly Effect

Chpr 4

❗Trigger Warning for angst.

🤍🧡🩷

"John, I think we may have a situation."

"Mmm? Whereabouts?"

Abandoning his half-prepared bagel; John floated back towards the interface.

EOS paused.

"EOS?"

"I may be experiencing a malfunction. My connections with Tracy Island appear to have been... interrupted."

John's stomach dropped.

Then logic snapped back in place. He gathered himself and snatched a bite of the unfinished bagel. It was likely just a glitch. Something he'd need to sort quickly as EOS had become a fundamental member of their rescue operations. But MAX...MAX could buy him some time to investigate. He'd just need to contact Tracy Island to update Brains.

He knew it was like trying a car door someone had already tried - one with the keys locked inside, but it had to be done...

John swiped open a comms line.

⚠️ Unable to connect

"Huh."

John's hands momentarily hovered over the signal error code, before tapping the line attached to his uniform.

"Tracy Island, this is Thunderbird Five, do you copy?"

He was met with static.

"Tracy Island, come in."

...

So it wasn't just EOS.

John swiped a line open to Penelope.

He was greeted almost immediately by her soft, sunshine-filled voice.

"Hello John. How many we be of assistance?"

John couldn't look her in the eyes. Their friendship was such that he had no hope in hiding his emotion - even in hologram form. So, he busied himself with nothing in particular as he spoke, wearing composure like a mask.

"I seem to be experiencing some difficulty in reaching Tracy Island. Thunderbird Five may have been hit by a solar flare," he garbled.

"We're calling them now." Penny practically cut him off mid-ramble.

She could see right through his facade.

"Hmmm. Unable to connect. Looks like we may have a situation on our hands. Parker, the boys may require a little helping hand. Re-route to Tracy Island, if you will?"

"Right you are Milady."

"We will get to the bottom of this, John. Keep trying."

"FAB. Standby."

Hot panic began clawing its way up his spine as the space elevator plummeted towards the silent island.

Again, he attempted each individual feed.

"Virgil?...Virgil? Do you copy?"

"Gordon?... Gor-"

"-I have managed to secure a line to Thunderbird One. No visuals." EOS reported.

John kept his voice steady.

"Thunderbird Five to Thunderbird One, come in."

Silence.

"Scott, report."

John's heart was hammering in his throat.

The line was clear, the signal strong, meaning Scott should be able to hear him.

"SCOTT!"

John waited for what felt like an eternity.

Then he heard it. A groan.

Only, it wasn't human in origin. Certainly not from Scott. This groan made his blood run cold. It was the groan of bowing metal.

Oh God.

"EOS, launch Protocol Phoenix."

[fanartka]

Three years ago, early in the morning, we woke up from explosions - russia started the war by shelling our sleeping houses.

I rarely write about war here because it's my place to relax, to enjoy movies like everyone else, to get involved in fandoms and connect with people, because it's one of the things that keeps me going.

I used to watch movies about the Second World War, read books, and an image froze in my head, that war means burning buildings and dead bodies in the streets among the rubble. And in many of our cities everything was exactly like this. The Russians, who call themselves “liberators,” came and turned into ruins the cities that they could not capture. All war crimes, all abominations and meanness, have been committed and are being committed now. They mock all the rules, torture prisoners of war, torture civilian Ukrainians in the occupied territories.

It is a confirmed fact that they stole tens of thousands of our children, changed their names and are now intensively pushing pro-russian propaganda into them. An abomination. Many of the russian army are criminals convicted of murder, pedophilia and rape, who have been promised release. What do you think these monsters are doing when they capture our people?

I want to say that the UN is nothing, a bunch of mongrels.

The international Red Cross comes to the camps to check whether all the wishes of the occupiers are fulfilled, whether they like salads or need more variety in food. But russia gave them money and agreed that they would not worry about the fate of Ukrainian prisoners of war and the Red Cross now serves the occupiers. The bodies of our people are returned with signs of torture and those who died from injuries, hunger and cardiac arrest from pain.

Surviving prisoners of war tell the details. Everything you imagined about Medieval torture is nothing compared to what the russian orcs are doing to our people. This is so monstrous that the brain displays a 404 error and it seems that humanity, which gave birth to such executioners, cannot exist.

And now, when we have been holding on to the door like Hodor for three years, not letting the hordes of these abnormal people into our land, one overcooked broiler rooster tells us not to offend putin, because he spent so much effort and resources to kill us and wipe our cities into dust. trump tells us to encourage this under-hitler and give him our lands so that he can gain strength and return to fight the war in three years. russians always do this - they sign peace treaties and break them. Just a toilet paper.

For his “help,” trump wanted 500 billion dollars worth of our mineral resources, although over all these years the United States gave us barely 100. At the same time, for this he does not give any security guarantees, he just wants 500 billion for himself and to give the russians those of our lands that they occupied and a couple of years of respite so that the russians could gain strength, trump - to empty our mines and then again the war, which after Ukraine is certainly moving deep into Europe.

A negotiator sent by God... straight to hell.

Ukraine, Great Britain, USA and russia signed an agreement - Ukraine gave away billions of dollars worth of nuclear weapons in exchange for guarantees of the inviolability of territories, because we are a peaceful country, but, as always, only Great Britain remembers this.

I live in Odesa - it is a beautiful seaside city with a beautiful old center built by Italian architects. I love my city so much, and when russian missiles destroy houses in it, including those about which UNESCO expresses “deep concern,” it hurts, as if my childhood home had been bombed. And this is also true - after all, I have lived here all my life, I walk these streets, I am familiar with these houses.

At the beginning of January, my child and I were at the anime festival at the Philharmonic. At the end of January, a rocket hit a beautiful building nearby Hotel Bristol, and the explosion also damaged the Philharmonic. I never thought that I would feel the pain of my city being wounded.

My child is growing up in war conditions. I will never forget how in the spring of 2022 we had to hide in the corridor. This measure only saves from glass fragments if an explosion is nearby, but these russian orcs fire missiles that cut off part of a 9-story building like a hot knife through butter. I hugged and covered him, we heard the buzzing growing, approaching us. We looked at each other and in his eyes was not even fear, but very sad resignation, “Mom, is that all?”

It didn't hit us. It hit a residential building 30 seconds away from us. Many civilians were killed. russians killed a family - a little three-month-old girl Kira, her mother, her grandmother. Her father went to the store, it was Easter, and he needed to buy something more. He survived then, but later died at the front. Since then we have had many such griefs. Many thousands of it.

The boy crushed to death by the ceiling of his childhood room, the family members who survived when everyone else died. My city is under constant attack. Today there were three air raids and there will probably be more at night - they often fire at us at night, preventing us from sleeping. And in the morning you still have to go to work, it’s amazing how quickly such things become part of the routine.

But many other cities were destroyed along with their inhabitants. Parents buried their children in playgrounds near their homes. Do you know what the russians are doing in several dilapidated cities that they captured? Realtors film advertising reports from apartments abandoned by their owners in a hurry. They walk through other people's rooms, show off a child's high chair and furniture, and point out a slightly burnt window and wall as a flaw in a house for sale.

There are not enough words in the whole world to express the disgust at this vile meanness that we feel. I know that people are usually not interested in worrying about problems that are happening somewhere far, far away. But I want people to understand: we cannot repeat the mistakes of the last century. No one should flirt with dictators. I think putin has a lot of dirt on all significant politicians in many countries of the world. I wonder what's there?

Inhumans like putin cannot live without reveling in the suffering of others, but they themselves are cowardly. They are like street thugs who beat up the weak, but run away in terror when danger threatens them. Now is the right moment to stop such an evil as the russian federation. If you don’t do this, the world will end up in World War III, but if Germany didn’t have so many resources and cannon fodder in the last century, then putin has it all.

I usually don’t talk about war, but sometimes all these thoughts come out like a scream, and it’s hard to stop.

It’s monstrous to see such awful crimes taking place for three years, while politicians and organizations that should be putting out this fire are roasting marshmallows on it. The world should not be ruled by people like this.

I hope this war will end soon. But it should not end in such a way that the war criminals are rewarded, because otherwise the world will begin such chaos from which it will not recover.

[neramontagueofficial]

I expected to greet the Dark like an old friend.

No, that's not quite right. I expected to never see it again. Shuffled to desk work, envelope to my uncle, I thought that any scrape I might have with it would be a thing I could brace for.

I had spent a year in les Fulgurites without having seen it once and would hopefully spend years without ever seeing it again. Not every fight requires a blinkspace jump, and each one has an "acceptably low" rate of failure, somewhere near 2%. Yet over time it becomes an outcome that approaches an inevitability. For the common members of les Fulgurites its never a question of if, but when.

I thought I had avoided that. I thought that I could walk into every situation where it was a possibility and expect to greet the Dark.

But there I was, full ball gown, shoved unceremoniously into the cockpit by the automated mounting procedure and sent into the blink without Postlimniae ever having been turned on.

She's so good. My experimentation with intents inertia paid off, I guess, though none of what I had read would suggest that she's capable of this.

I walked in to find someone, a stranger, elbow deep in her guts and I had felt a rage I had never felt before. I've never had siblings but I think that I would feel for them like this.

I didn't have time to think before acting. I saw his hands in her and my vision was red and the next thing I knew I had been on him with my saber. His blood stained my dress, (what a tragedy, to need to clean all that silk, I thought,) I was yelling, (the bladed edge hitting his side was satisfaction, his cries brought me joy,) and when his blade deflected off my bodice and into my thigh I felt her open up above me and take me into her cockpit (my prison, my home, my Sister, my sword)

I can't tell you what happened next. I didn't see what he did. Even in the silence of vacuum I am used to the hiss of the slipstream module when it winds up. It's a distinctive sound, a clear ramping scream that culminates in either the clean transmission to another point or the dive into the bare blink. Postlimniae's reactor was not active, it had been on standby. There was no hiss, just the sound of me at the controls desperate to get her active, and then:

Dark.

The shutoff protocol didn't even have time to trigger. The safety mechanisms didn't work without power. I was there, filthy and bleeding and forced into the awareness of my own insignificance.

Let the record reflect that I acted as quickly as I could. Let the record reflect that no protocol had been invented that would account for this.

I have known the void twice and am beginning to think it familiar. It enveloped me entire and erased slowly my edges. Nera-Montag bled into the cockpit.

It was when the pain began to overwhelm the despair that I came to my senses that first time. I finished the boot sequence, connected my neural port to the chassis bare, and let Postlimniae rush into me unprotected. It was so much that her sheer breadth of sensation dwarfed the pain, the strain in her muscles and the sheer (ERROR) wrongness of what had been done to her EX Slipstream module. I felt the full awareness of the nothing around me in all her sensors, the flutter of the FADE cloak in the nothing, the clack of her servos and the scarred ache of her nerves that run parallel to the mechanical mechanisms of her frame.

Outside of that was Nothing, unfiltered, no air or dust or gravity wells pulling off of her body overlaid on top of mine. A body placed in nothing, not the warmth of a star or the pull of a station or the soft pressure of the air.

All at once it was too-much and too-little simultaneously. It was a rush of self-reflection borne of the unfiltered neural input of something else entirely. My pain became nothing, unintelligable, weighed down by the absent sensation of someone so much longer, and yet I felt her computers reach back into me and I felt her concern.

Warning messages flooded the view screen and caressed my brain. A chorus of worry:

WARNING: HARDSUIT LIMITERS NOT DETECTED WARNING: AUTOMATED MEDICAL PROTOCOLS NONRESPONSIVE WARNING: EX SLIPSTREAM MODULE DAMAGED WARNING: NEURAL FEEDBACK ABOVE ACCEPTABLE LEVELS, CEASING LINK...

I had felt it arcing into a thundercrack of pain in my skull, then the soft pressure of the plug removed itself from the back of my neck. The euphoria of the bare connection was gone; I let myself scream. Only the pain remained.

You thought to protect me, my gentle sword. You saw me throw myself into danger for you and sought to bring me refuge. But you took me from a danger I could handle into one endlessly beyond me.

Ah, Postlimniae, do you not know that this blood is a burden I would bear for you? Let me be as Dulcinea to you:

"Daca trebuie sa iubesc, te voi iubi, sabia mea. Daca trebuie sa sanger, voi sangera pentru tine, sabia mea. Nicio Pasiune sa nu se interpuna intre noi, ambitia mea sa nu ne desparta, sabia mea, sabia mea,"

I closed the sensory feeds and made myself take account. I was still bleeding from the thigh. The blow missed the femoral artery, thankfully, but with how long I spent here last time I knew I needed to handle that as soon as possible, lest I return dead in the cockpit.

This is not something that les Fulgurites trained me for. The hardsuit would normally provide automatic stabilization of wounds of this sort. Nor did I keep correctives in the cockpit, for their authorization had been primarily the domain of my comrades. Instead I waded through my mess of skirts into the crawlspace behind the pilot seat, where the rations and emergency supplies lay, and got to work dismantling my dress into something more salvageable.

This was not a garment designed for this purpose. While flexible enough, the bodice was not built for lots of bending and moving through cramped spaces. The skirts felt my blade as I cut away the excess material, leaving only the barest slip of the inner layer for decency.

First aid was an early lesson, and an easy one. A stim to dull the pain and ensure precision, tweezers and antiseptic to clear all fabric and debris from the wound, fingers to hold it shut while I applied an instant patch and let the medical nanites get to work. Then another pill for the pain.

Part of me found it a comedy that I would find myself in a situation where I had to ensure that I changed my wound dressing within the next six hours in a place where the clocks don't work. Surely I would be there for so long, I had thought, although I had never known someone to get trapped like this outside of a combat deployment.

What I felt was altogether too much, then. The pain had still throbbed in my skull, the overwhelming separation from the momentary connection with her, the spiraling feedback of love and isolated nothing.

Guilt. I had left Ashlyn and Cal'yaa behind.

Betrayal of self, thinking of my uncle reading the contents of that envelope.

The cast off remainder of my skirts made good bedding at least. I shed the hard layer of my silver bodice for the light slip beneath and let myself curl up in the soft endless silk. The warmth of Postlimniae cradled me. How unfair, that she would be born to protect me and hold me inside her like this while I could not protect her in return. That I could know myself safe while she remains injured.

I did not let myself think of the nature of that injury. That the thing that sent us here was the thing that was broken. The only hope at all was to pretend that return was a certainty and this only a temporary vacation.

I lay there and let the soft pulse of her reactor trace warm sunlight streaks on my skin. With the viewscreen off it was night-dark in here, but with my eyes closed it was like I lay on a pillow of soft sweetgrass, thoughts entwined with her's as she greeted me as the sun peeking out from behind the clouds.

I don't know when I fell asleep. The line between dream and waking was invisible to me, but I know that at some point this vision faded for the sweet oblivion of unconsciousness.

I was not in the blink when I woke up. My bandages had been changed, my ruined dress shed, and Postlimniae had been nowhere in sight.

My reaction was unfitting of me. I had already been restrained (common procedure for biofeedback injury, I was later told, as its a necessity to keep absolutely still for nerve repair) so the damage I was capable of doing was very little, but I still had to apologize to the medical staff after the fact.

I have seen her since returning. Commandant Asteria assured me that she has been repaired properly, but the infiltrator that did this to her was let into the hangar using an access code she issued, and so I will be making sure it gets checked again. Postlimniae will not be allowed to be harmed in this way while I stand.

[azuphere]

Glitch theory???? 😱 hit me!

(x) sjfds putting on my conspiracy theory brain for this, my rambles are under the cut !

no cause like it’s the way that most songs on the ‘all or nothing’ album are a direct reference to dnp (ie moon chair) or to video games in general (ie options menu), but one of the songs that are hard to immediately pin a reference to is ‘static’. and unless it’s a reference to dnp being all *head empty* or like the type of static in some video games (esp during spooky week), there’s also the ALTERNATIVE clown theory which is that static = similar to glitches = glitch theory

and like another song that seems out-of-place is ‘cosmic window’ cause unless i’m just forgetting something, or unless they used that as a general space-themed name (bc they like space or cause of dalien), or unless the producer titled some songs too, my personal headcanon about glitch theory was always that it includes some sort of rift in time between the future and the past, as inspired by phil’s ‘spring 2121’ merch. so cosmic window = glitches in time = glitch theory

and i always believed that the spring 2121 merch is connected to glitch somehow, so phil wearing a death and milk shirt in a tiktok last year is also. connecting the dots.

and as mentioned in my original tags, the way that track 1 appeared as ‘cheeky banter’ on some websites, but it was either an error or a glitch(!!), and the real title is supposed to be ‘project x’ which WAS the original codename for dapg, but also project x = secret projects. and that song being the one to glitch out is furthering the glitch-spiracy

AND based on this recent dapg community post, funny how ‘static’ or ‘cosmic window’ or ‘project x / cheeky banter’ aren’t mentioned at all 🧐

and THEN last year in june 2023 when the amazingphilshop had a huge sale that included some merch that was originally thought to be gone (like the glitch hoodie!!), phil tweeted this video saying that there was a glitch(!!) on the website that caused a mistake for the poster weight. and at that time i also said smth along the lines of:

phil saying the word glitch -> the glitch hoodie being part of the sale -> that tv static/glitch effect in his vid when he talked about the sale -> ppl saying his hair is brown* in this vid and his hair was brown in 2019 when the glitch hoodie was created -> here’s how glitch theory is alive and real 

*and now in hindsight, phil’s hair wasn’t fully brown in june 2023 but now it IS brown like how it was when he announced the glitch hoodie so that point is relevant again

so in conclusion: all signs point to glitch and im like this

[astro-numerology]

For the forgotten ones

1. SPOILERS LIKE HELLA SPOILERS!!

2. hi. i finished FTFO after what feels like eternity! (only because i didn't want such an awesome fic to end)

this story is honestly so awesome I would recommend y'all to read it if you haven't already. if you already have, HI, I just finished it and am in absolute shambles. Whenever a story ends, I'm always left with such a bittersweet feeling. I always crave more, and this is one of those stories that really makes you sit back and think about a lot.

3. the foreshadowing is actually insane because "maybe one day he'd be able to help error" or something along those lines? you'll never believe what happens next...

the mentions of horrotale dying and everything else dying and stability and all of that made mt brain twist and make up theories on what would happen next. like i knew that horrortale was stable, but it didn't stop me from thinking, "Oh no, horrortale is gonna be play a big part in the future, huh?" Yeah, you'll also never believe what happens next.

Don't get me wrong, I LOVE the very subtle foreshadowing because it makes me feel like I'm making up game theories like those youtubers. Stories that make you physically clutch at your heart always hit different. they have a specific type of pain that heals the inside of my soul somehow.

4. COLOR DIED COLOR DIES

i was SOSO upset when he died. i was like "nah he can't just die he'll probably bounce back!" NOPE he was gone forever. fighting alongside killer until he wasn't. gosh, i wish he had plot armor dude. i genuinely wanted to see killer and color become friends.

THE WAY IT JUST KEPT RUBBING IT IN TOO?? But in the good way, of course, because what good would this story be if not reminding you of what happened? Truly, I think the part that stung the most was the orange freesias part that represented friendship. "a friendship that could never be." I think that single line ruined me. I was so excited to see Color appear at all just for him to die like Outer in Underverse 😭. Maybe I was just reading too fast for my own good (and inevitably had a terrible comprehension of what was going on), but I swear he had such little screentime.

And Cross feels insanely guilty just to wrap it all up. My heart ACHES.

5. Differences and similarities

I love that in Prism's multiverse, we see that Error is like a father figure to him. In Arc (or Ink's) multiverse, his father figure was probably hinted to be Nightmare. I love that despite Prism and Arc's differences, they still had similarities in the sense that they both had families and places to call home. They're only different because of different circumstances. This really got me. The gang being Ink's brothers and Nightmare being just "Boss" somehow feels better than Ink calling Nightmare "Dad" even if I feel that there's a kind of connection like that between them. Definitely 10/10.

6. Finale

Final thoughts? You should read it. I read this in just under a week (I believe 5 days? That's almost 100,000 words per day!) only because I had the time and needed something to entertain me. I ended up staying awake until the hours grew late, and my body had to force itself to power down for the night.

I'm not saying you should do what I did and read until you can't, but if you have time to spare and are interested in some nice ao3 fics, check out FTFO. I promise it is worth it. I might even write my own fic because I'm inspired now.

🫶

I also noticed I accidentally somehow posted my FTFO traditional fanart twice? I didn't notice until a few hours ago, but I guess I can't really go back on it now 😭

[besaya-glantaya]

While the previous exorcism was fairly sucessful, new brain gremlins appear with repeated rewatches. So, here's another incomplete list of my rambling thoughts and favourite moments from the Red White and Royal Blue movie:

1. Breaking doors down to get a wedding cake through - actually a thing that happened. Well, almost. Prince William and Kate Middleton's gigantic 8-tier wedding cake was so large a palace door had to be removed to allow it through. Apparently the Queen was "unimpressed".

2. Henry snubbing Alex in the reception line at the wedding is hilarious. Way to ensure Alex doesn't fixate on you for the whole party, Henry. A+ job.

3. Alex drunkly navigating the wedding reception, swiping drinks, petting rich people and hiding foul smelling canapés behind furniture. Adorably comedic.

4. HeNnrrYyy!

5. Aww. I wanna see pictures of Jonathan the Shih Tzu too.

6. Shaan's scathingly dry wit is everything - I can see why he's such a great match for Zahra.

7. "No-one is more mystified than I" is another phrase I am stealing for people who exist purely to vex me.

8. Shaan shoving Alex bodily through the low hanging branches of a chestnut tree to stand beside Henry for a photo op. That had to be at least partially improvised on location.

9. Dogs in jumpers. This must be some British thing that I have simply failed to notice. Is this a thing Americans associate with the UK?

10. The ridiculously small child's costume that Alex is wearing for the puppet show in the hospital.

11. Alex saying "WRONG!"

12. Henry, on the phone, opening with "Good God, man, what have you done?" Honestly, is there any other response when your crush sends you a picture of a caged turkey, in their bedroom, in the small hours of the morning?

13. Nora strutting into the NYE party in that head turning, jaw dropping, red outfit. Stunning.

14. Henry's face after Alex tells him he's going to do "very bad things to him". Every single fantasy he's ever had about him and Alex is flashing rapid-fire through his brain and he just... overloads a lil' bit. Error code 54 [NETWORK_BUSY].

15. The emotional connection between Alex and Henry when they are making love in Paris. The eye contact, the unspoken communication. Ugh. Hats off to all involved - especially Robbie Taylor, the movie's intimacy coordinator - for creating this scene.

16. Alex, talking about being someone his father never had: "You can't know what that means." Henry responding with a heartfelt "I'm learning". Just... yes. All the yes.

17. In the mood for love might be one of the swooniest movies of all time, but it's heartbreakingly sad. It's a doomed romance - two people who are irrevocably in love but can't be together, trapped as they are by the pressures of societal expectations and their own psychological barriers. That this is a version of romance that Henry holds dear is telling and painful to think about.

18. Alex's bloodshot eyes when he's laying on his bed with Nora, hugging that cushion for dear life, pining hard for Henry. Did they do that scene after another intense emotional one? Were there lots of other teary takes of that same scene? Did they rub onions in Taylor's eyes? I need to know.

19. I often think that the core of who we are as teenagers - our hopes, our desires, the things we cherish - are the beings we settle back into as older adults after we're done trying to fit in or live up to other people's expectations. One of Alex's greatest gifts is helping Henry to reach out and reclaim those seemingly distant hopes and dreams. To dance with the person he loves, in a place of beauty that brings him peace.

20. I love the Perfume Genius cover of "Can't help falling in love". It hits you squarely in the feels.

21. God, the casting of this movie was a stroke of genius. Taylor and Nicholas truly become Alex and Henry on screen.

22. On the private air-field: Henry's little overwhelmed smile when Alex squeezes him in the tightest hug and tells him, "I love you, I'll be as patient as you need."

23. Immediately after 22, Alex leaning in for a kiss goodbye but pulling back quickly as he reads Henry's discomfort. Alex might not always understand Henry's reasons but (if he's paying attention), he's so very good at reading Henry's needs and responding to them.

24. In the aftermath of the email leak, Alex has been "hanging in there" - he's had people supporting him, with agency over how to respond. But Henry is understandably not OK - he's been put back in his box, and the Firm has taken over in all matters. There's one scene where you can see Henry shrinking, literally making himself take up less space at the table.  Poor baby.

25. Zahra to the rescue. Truly the MVP.

[bluephoenixgirl]

Monster ~ Chapter Three

Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings: Adult Language, Mention of Death, Angst, Fluff, Past Trauma, Anger Issues, Mention of Murder, Murderous Rage, Dark Themes, and Possible Grammar Errors.

Word Count: 2,032

Author’s Note: Hi everyone! So sorry for the late post! I’ve been so busy today so I totally forgot to post till now! SORRY, HOPE YOU ENJOY!

It was the next night, and it was a little pasted midnight when Y/N finished her shift at the diner. Lately she’s been having the closing shift. As she was walking home it started to rain which made her curse. She put up her hood that was attached to the zip up jacket she was wearing.

Before Y/N could walk past this one alley way she hit the brakes when she heard yelling coming from it. She was going to turn around and take another way, but she let her curiosity get the best of her. She peaked her head into the alleyway to see a man wearing a red helmet that hid his face, blue jeans, a gray under armor shirt with a brown leather jacket over top it. Y/N could see a red symbol on the masked man’s shirt but since he was holding a smaller guy by the shirt up against the wet brick wall, she couldn’t see what the symbol was.

“I should be blowing out your fucking brains for disobeying my orders!” The masked man hissed as he pushed the drug dealer further into the wall if that was even possible. “I’m sorry boss. I promise it won’t happen again!” The drug dealer sad in a frightened tone. “You’re damn fucking right about that!” The mask man snapped throwing the drug dealer down onto the cold and wet ground.

“Because if you do sell drugs to another kid.” The masked man started to say as he grabbed the drug dealer's hair with his gloved hand. He pulled the drug dealers head up, so he was looking at him. “I will haunt your fucking ass down and kill you!” The masked man told him which made a shiver go down the drug dealer's spine. “Do I make myself clear?” The masked man hissed with warning in his voice. “Yes sir!” The drug dealer answered with some pain in his tone because of the tight grip on his hair. “Good!” The masked man hissed letting go of the drug dealer's hair which earned a sigh of relief from the shaky drug dealer. “Now get the fuck out of here!” The masked man ordered in a strict tone.

The drug dealer quickly got up into his feet and ran out of the alley way taking Y/N by surprise. She tried to get out of the way, but she wasn’t fast enough since the drug dealer knocked into her knocking her onto her ass on the cold and wet cement sidewalk. “Hey.” She heard someone say. When she looked up, she saw a gloved hand offering to help her up. She noticed that the hand belonged to the masked man. She finally was able to see the symbol on his shirt. She put her hand in his and let him help her up off the ground.

 “You’re the Red Hood.” Y/N said letting go of his hand. “Surprised you’ve heard about me.” Red Hood said. He went to walk away but she called him back. “You were pretty rough with that drug dealer.” Y/N said to him. “It’s the only way those prices of shits will learn.” Red Hood told her in a stern tone. “You should get home. A pretty girl like you shouldn’t be out here this late.” Red Hood told her walking back into the alley way. She watched him use the fire escape connected to one of the buildings to get to the roof top. Y/N’s heart fluttered when he called her pretty.

 She let out a little sigh and made her way back down the sidewalk. Even though he was out of her sight, she wasn’t out of his sight. He followed her from the roof tops to make sure she makes it back to her apartment building safely.

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It was the next night and Y/N again was working a late shift at the diner, but she was working with Jennifer which made her feel better since Jennifer is her only other friend besides Jason in this town. It was a little after ten o clock at night, so not many costumers were in the diner.

Y/N was wiping up the counter when Jennifer walked up to her with a tray of empty saltshakers. “So?” Jennifer asked her in a curious tone putting the tray down on the counter. “Huh?” Y/N asked in confusion as she stopped wiping the counter and looked over at Jennifer. “How are things going between you and Jason!” Jennifer asked her. “Oh, um okay I guess.” Y/N answered with a shrug. “Just, okay?” Jennifer asked with a frown. “I mean we’ve texted, but I don’t know he just seems busy since it takes him awhile to answer back.” Y/N explain to her. “Does he have a job?” Jennifer asked her. “I think so, when we caught up the other night, he didn’t talk much about himself.” Y/N told her. “Don’t worry Y/N, he probably has a job and is just busy with it.” Jennifer reassured her as she grabbed the big container of salt from under the counter. “Yeah.” Y/N said in a soft tone and went back to wiping down the counter.

 Silent went between the girls since Y/N was cleaning the counter and Jennifer was refilling the saltshakers. When Y/N finished wiping down the whole counter she put away all of the cleaning products.

“Hey Jen.” Y/N said breaking the silence. “Hm.” Jennifer hummed as finished filling up the last saltshaker. “You’ve heard of the new vigilante named Red Hood, right?” Y/N asked her in a curious tone. “Uh yeah! He’s been all over the news.” Jennifer told her putting container of salt back under the counter. “What do you think about him?” Y/N asked her. “I think he’s good I mean he’s actually doing something about these dumbass drug dealers.” Jennifer told her putting the lid back onto the saltshaker. “Also, the suit he wears is so badass. I bet he’s got a good body under it.” Jennifer said in a flustered tone putting the saltshaker back down on the tray.

 “Right um well I ran into him last night when I was walking home.” Y/N said looking down at the floor ignoring Jennifer’s last comment. “You did? What is he like?” Jennifer asked in a surprised tone as her eyes went wide. “I don’t know I mean it was only a thirty second conversation.” Y/N said with a shrug. “This is going to sound strange, but I feel like I know him.” Y/N added looking back up at her friend. “I don’t know Y/N, he seems like a loner.” Jennifer told her picking up the tray of saltshakers and walking away.

Y/N let out a heavy sigh since she knows he seems familiar to her, but she can’t disagree with what Jennifer just said.

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The past couple of days Jason has been gathering information about the Joker. He was in his bedroom taping a bunch of newspaper articles about the Joker and his many crimes onto the wall. He doesn’t give a shit if Bruce gets pissed about him going after that clown. If Batman won’t stop the fucking madness, Red Hood will stop it.

As Jason went through the different newspapers, he came across one that immediately made his blood boil. In bold black letters it read ‘JOKER KILLS ROBIN’. Jason let out a growl as he ripped up the article into shreds. He thought ripping the article up would calm him down, but it didn’t.

Every time he thinks back to that night, he hears these voices in his head telling him to kill the Joker. He feels like when he hears those voices, he’s losing control of himself, but he eventually gains control back. However, he doesn’t know how long he’s going to be able to stay in control.

He heard his phone ring on his bed which made the voices stop. He walked over to his bed, picked up the phone and answered the call without looking at the caller ID. “What!” Jason snapped into the phone. “Jason.” He heard that familiar sweet voice which made him quickly cool down. “Y/N, um hey. Sorry for snapping.” Jason apologized as he ran his other hand through his hair. “It’s okay.” He heard her tell him in a reassuring tone. “Is this a bad time?” He heard her ask. “No, of course not.” Jason reassured her. “Are you sure? I can call you some time tomorrow.” He heard Y/N asked her with concern in her voice. “Y/N, I promise I’m fine. Just been a stressful day.” Jason said into the phone. “Yeah, I know that feeling.” He heard her say with a sigh.

 “What’s been going on with you? Sorry I haven’t been texting back much.” Jason said. “Don’t worry about it.” She reassured him. “I was calling to see when you are free to hang out.” He heard her say which made his heart flutter in his chest. “Oh, um when are you free?” He asked into the phone trying to keep his nerves under control. “Im free Friday night. You can meet me at my apartment.” He heard her say which made his lips curve into a small smile. “Sounds perfect.” Jason said into the phone.

“I get off at six thirty so does seven sound good?” He heard her asked in a curious tone. “Sounds good.” Jason agreed into the phone. “Great! I’ll see you Friday!” He heard her say. He could hear the excitement in her voice. “I’ll see you Friday.” Jason said to her.

Fingers crossed that nothing Joker related happens Friday night.

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It was finally Friday night and right when the clock stuck six thirty Y/N clocked out of work. She was in the back room grabbing her purse and keys from her locker. She’s so excited to get out of these nasty clothes and get ready for her night out with Jason.

Right before she could walk out, she heard someone call her name. When she turned around, she saw it was Jennifer. “Hey Jen.” Y/N said. “Hey, are you doing anything tonight? A couple of the other waitresses and I are going to go see a movie and they were wondering if you wanted to tag along with us?” Jennifer said with curiousness in her voice. “I would but I have plans with Jason tonight.” Y/N told her which made Jennifer’s lips curve into a smirk. “Ooo, is this a date?” Jennifer asked her. “No, it’s just two friends hanging out like old times.” Y/N told her with a stern look in her eyes. “Okay, have fun.” Jennifer said with a wink which made Y/N roll her eyes. She said her goodbye to Jennifer and made her way out of the diner.

It was almost eight and Jason still hasn’t shown up to Y/N’s apartment. Y/N was sitting in her living room when saw her phone light up on the coffee because of a phone call. It was Jason so she picked it up and answered the call.

“You’re not coming.” Y/N said into the phone before he could say anything. “I’m so sorry Y/N.” He heard her say in a sad tone. “Something came up that I thought would only take a couple of hours but turns out it’s going to take me all night.” He explained to her. “It’s okay Jason. Don’t worry about it, shit happens.” Y/N reassured him.

 “I promise I’ll make it up to you.” She heard him say which made her smile. “I’m free Sunday if you are.” Y/N suggested to him. “I’ll pick you up Sunday night at eight.” She heard him tell her. “That’s good for me.” Y/N said trying to hide her excitement but failed since she heard him let out a light laugh. “I’ll see you Sunday, Y/N.” She heard him say which made her heart skip a beat.

After they said their goodbyes, she ended the call and decided to call Jennifer seeing if her and the girls are already seeing the movie. It’s been weeks since she’s had a Friday night off, so she knew she has to take advantage of it.

🏷️ @calicocat45 @deimks @k0m0rixminttea @greeniegreengreen

[whiteredrose13]

So, I haven't written fanfic in a long time, and it's been even longer since I've posted it. But, oh my god, this fucking AU--

Do you know how long it's been since a piece of media has captivated my ADHD brain into doing more than drawing or just thinking about it really hard?? And then for an offshoot of that media to rot my brain just as badly??

Anyway, all this to say, @somerandomdudelmao I love your AU and I literally cannot stop thinking about it, it's consumed my waking thoughts. Donnie and Leo's reunion has me in a death grip.

(Apologies for any spelling/grammar errors, wrote this on my phone with very little sleep.)

Donnie is going to kill him all over again when this is over.

Mumbling, cursing, Donatello walks the surface of the spiritual lake, stray drops of glowing blue falling up around him. It's been hours. At least, it feels like it's been hours. Donnie knows time dilation is one hell of a drug, that what feels like hours to him may only be minutes–seconds, even–to anyone on the outside. He also knows that he's never had an ounce of patience for pointless tedium in his life, which is really not helping. That does not, however, negate the fact that his feet hurt, and it's fucking cold, and no matter how far he walks there's no sign of Leo–

Stubborn, selfless, reckless, candle-in-the-wind, dum-dum Leonardo!

Of course he'd be the hardest to resurrect! Donatello isn't sure why he had expected otherwise. His twin has always been the most grating individual he's ever met; Leo lived to spite him. It only makes sense that he'd make Donnie jump through hoop after hoop to save him. First his soul being barely more than an ember, weak against even the barest breath and aggravatingly flighty, and now this.

Growling, Donnie hunches slightly, staring ahead into the endless distance.

“Leo!” He screams, the sound echoing far and forever in the void. “Leo, you moron, where the hell are you?!”

Leo doesn't answer. Donnie pretends this doesn't scare him. He leans into the anger, letting the heat of it push him forward, urge him on. He can't be afraid. He's done this before, he's pulled their brothers from death's icy grip, given them a second chance. It's worked perfectly, up til now, and it's going to keep working despite Leonardo's attempts at driving Donnie insane.

Donnie's feet hit the lake harder as he stomps on, and on, and on, eyes darting frantically around for a shadow, a flicker, a sign, something. He calls for Leo until his voice is hoarse. Until his feet are so far past numb he's circled around to feeling them again.

Until Donatello realizes he can feel something under his feet.

He thinks it's the numbness creeping back in again, turning his nerves fuzzy and oversensitive (it wouldn't be the first time). But, no, he realizes, as something pushes up from underneath. Donnie stops dead. So does the thing below.

No. Not a thing.

Sparks flare to life at the back of his brain, familiar yet faint. It's a ghost of that feeling, the connecting thread between him and his other half, that twin sense Leo never shut up about and Donnie always maintained had no scientific evidence to prove. Donatello hasn't felt it since the day he died. Yet, tremulous though it may be, it's here now, bidding him to stop.

The breath vanishes from his lungs as he looks down.

There, amidst the quicksilver finish of the lake, is–

“Leo!”

His brother looks up at him. Or rather, looks up through him. Leo doesn't seem to recognize him. He stares, still as stone. Their twin sense fills with static. Donnie feels sick to his stomach. Clenching his hands, Donnie takes a steadying breath. Pressure begins to build behind his eyes. He's there, he's right there, but he still feels so far away. Donnie wonders for a moment if it's really Leo he's seeing down there.

“I miss you, Leo,”he says, though he's not sure why.

Leo copies him, mouth moving but no sound coming out. Curious. When Donnie moves, so does he, a perfect reflection, right down to the tilt of his head. Donatello kneels. So does Leo. He presses his hands against the glassy surface of the lake. So does Leo. He blocks Donnie, no matter how he moves, keeping himself on his side and Donnie on his. Just like all those games they'd play when they were hatchlings. Donnie hated those games then. He hates them even more in this moment, because on top of being annoying, now he's actively preventing Donnie from doing anything to save him.

“You are not making it easier, you know,”Donatello hisses, irritation replacing fascination.

Gritting his teeth, Donnie presses harder against the water, feeling the tension begin to give way under his right hand. The hand, he notes, Leonardo is missing.

There's nothing to block him there.

Reeling back, Donatello's fist hits the surface with enough force to send shards of glassy cerulean flying. It sinks further down, but not enough to get through. Leo's interference again, he knows. After staving off the sweet oblivion of death for so many years, fighting a decade-and-a-half in a losing battle, he's tired. Leo doesn't want to leave. He's supposed to be here, resting. This is home. That's what the twin sense tells him.

“It's not home,”Donnie grunts, punching the ice again. “Home-” Punch. “Is waiting-” Punch. “For you-” Punch. “Right here!”

Blessedly, Donatello's hand breaks through the icy surface. It's fucking freezing. Painful cold jolts up Donnie's arm into his shoulder, the shock nearly shutting down his nerves. He pushes through. He forces his arm deeper in, willing his fingers to move and close around Leonardo's scarf. Donnie's knuckles turn a startlingly light mint with the strength of his grip.

And he pulls.

He drags Leo, his twin, his brother, the other half of his soul, up and up from the depths of the water. The current shifts beneath his feet, waves lashing against his legs as it threatens to pull both him and Leonardo back under. Still, he keeps pulling. Donnie grimaces at the sharp sting of frost. Leo mimics him.

“Come here, you dumbass!”

Leo sneers up at Donnie. Rain pelts his skin, icy droplets pouring up in a deluge strong enough to nearly knock Donatello off his feet.

“You're coming with me and that's not up for discussion!"

The lake wants to take them both. It didn't want to let go of Leo, and now it thinks it can bring Donatello down with him if it tries. What it doesn't know is that the only thing that can stop Donatello is Donatello. He didn't come this far to give up now.

He didn't fight and claw and rage against all known laws of the universe to come back without his brother.

Both hands close around Leo's scarf. Then his shoulders, his sides, until Donnie's arms are under his, gripping tight around his shell. Donatello slams his foot against the lake for leverage, hauling Leo free of the water's frigid embrace.

“FUCK YOU, DEATH! I'M TAKING HIM!”

The water ripples in reply, and suddenly, it lets go. Gravity shifts. Everything tilts, sending the brothers spinning, dizzy, up–down?–into the dark.

Through it all, Donatello keeps hold of Leonardo's hand.

He made the mistake of letting go once. He's not about to make it again.

[meili-sheep]

Hello, Kai, really interested in knowing the relationship of sumeru characters and diluc. Also, fontaine characters too (those who we know/already meet)

I think that Navia and Diluc have some stuff in common... I think

This is my first time asking you, so please ignore mistakes

Hello! Welcome! And don't worry about mistakes my brain has this really nice autocorrect feature called dyslexia so about 70% of the time I don't any grammar or spelling errors. But it back fires a lot. Kind of like regular autocorrect. ANY WAY. I would kind of love to talk about this.

SUMERU

Al Haitham

So I do enjoy shipping Diluc and Al Haitham because well they would just absolutely vibe together. Defiantly a lot of autism to autism communication. They are also both they type of people who can work or do separate activates right next to each other and come away saying they really like each other and the other is a good person.

Like their relationship could be them hardly speaking to each other but they just genuinely enjoy company and having someone understand on different level.

Candace

So I firmly think she (and Dehya for that matter) would look at Diluc and go "baby"

She's a protector and would in a small way equate Diluc to a little prince or knight. And I think if she learned about Diluc's family history she might feel a common ground there. And she'd defiantly pick up on how young, but accomplished he is. Just generally he'd kick in her protective instincts. SPECIALLY SINCE HE'D BE A VERY RESPECTFULLY GOOD BOY.

Cyno

Honestly I think Diluc would really enjoy Cyno's jokes. Not to the point where he'd laugh out loud but defiantly remark about how funny and clever it is. And Cyno just get the glint in his eyes that Collei and Tighnari fear.

I've also had them together in The Teyvat Detective Club Because they have strong senses of right and wrong with focuses on justice and retribution. So I kind of think out of everyone in Sumeru Diluc and Cyno would be the closest as friends.

Collei

So I believe Diluc know of Collie. Lisa does tell him about her progress and he's got a silent investment and pride. But he doesn't really think he need to introduce himself. She doesn't need to know that he cause the distraction and took the blame for her accident. But he's always extra gentle with her.

For Collei's part she probably is just amazed by Diluc and how gentle and calming his presence is. With Tighnari she's probably been told to be very careful with Pyro vision, but she doesn't see the Choatic side of Diluc. Diluc reminds her a lot of a camp fire, a warm relaxing. She probably see him as an exemplar of what Knights are supposed to be based off of what Amber has told her.

And I think if she learned about his involvement in helping her and who he too hate the fatui and has suffered at their hands. She'd cry.

Dehya

As a Claymore Pyro, (on standard) I think Dehya already feel a connection. And she would love swapping stories with him until she realizes how young he is.

And then she'd probably ask about how he keeps his skin looking so nice. He would shrug and just say he washes regularly.

Then it hits her

He's not even 25 yet he's barely 23.

Big sister mode kicks in and she picks him up toss him over her shoulder. This her now. her little brother and if anything happen to him she will kill everyone and then herself.

Dori

So these two are probably the ones most likely to have canon interaction. And Dori has absolutely tried to sell counterfeit dandelion wine.

And well.

Dori has probably the personally see Diluc's pretty close to bottomless assets. The ability to by like what was it 2000? fake Breath of Barbatos. Either way she sees him as someone she can't really cross without facing a lose in some way, and he's not one who she can trick. So she admires him in some way for how he's added to his family's wealthy but also in some was see him as a rival for having family wealthy and still being a good businessman.

Faruzan

Diluc actually calls her Madam and gives her the elder respect that she asks for. So she loves him and probably has tried to get him to become a student specially since I do think Diluc would have an interests in linguistics particularly in syphers and codes.

She probably would be his got to for such things relating to machines and langue. And honestly Diluc would personally fund her projects seeing that her lines and interests in blending fields of study could have long term good effects for everyone.

Kaveh

So I'm a big Kavehluc person.

And Kaveh would instantly see Diluc's beauty and just fall head over heels and just progressively get worst because he'd see Diluc on top of being beautiful is one of the gentlest and sweetest people he's every meet. Kaveh would admire him because he just gives himself and knows when to hold back with out feeling any of the guilt that Kaveh struggles with.

And even if you don't ship them I feel they would get along as Kaveh feels he could learn something from Diluc.

Layla

So Diluc's not an astrology person. But I feel he's treat Layla the same was he does Sucrose. He would be extra gentle and try to subtly build up Layla's confidences. Which would put him in high regards in "other" Layla's book.

If he meet them both he would tries his best to meet the real Layla which he thinks is some point in-between day and night time Layla.

Nahida

Not give a single shit she's an archon.

That's a baby.

And Diluc has a biiiiiiig soft spot for children. Defiantly respects her wisdom but defiantly is in big bro mode.

Nilou

RED HEADS.

But I get the feeling that Nilou is like Amber and that she has a "grump" translator. Meaning when Diluc says something that might come across as "Blunt" at best She instantly knows what he means. And she instantly knows how kind and sweet he is.

There defiantly is at small group of Nilou, Dehya, Diluc, and Candace all swapping skin, hair and general beauty tips.

Tighnari

So Tighnari is the Sumeru Rep of the Bully the Fatui Brigade. And I think Tighnari would eventually learn what Diluc did for Collie. So There is a lot of respect between them. And A lot of low key chaos

A little Less when Tighnari learns Diluc acutely like Cyno's Jokes.

Wanderer

I'm not really a fan. But I feel like Diluc wouldn't be intimated by Wanderer at all. And Wanderer would be super duper leery knowing about Diluc's past.

But Diluc doesn't remember Wander but Wander would be sort of curious about this side of the feared Fatui hunter. Defiantly would probably try to get one his good side for his own revenge related reason. Enemy of my enemy all that.

FONTAINE

Colrinde

So there isn't a lot info on her yet for me to make a call. But I feel they would have a generally positively sort of respectful relationship. Not a lot more tho.

Freminet

Into the kid collection he goes. He likes all his kids Diluc would be extremely gently and patient with Ferminet. Defiantly giving him claymore tips and probably even recommending he talk to Eula because there could be lines crossed between swimming and dancing that could be used to help him.

Diluc probably has a general soft spot for Cyro users just because of Keaya so ya know.

Furina

So consider she's just Fischl on steroids. Diluc would probably end up treating her like he does Fischl. Just gently playing into what makes her happy but also drawing clear lines when she's over stepping or about to overstep.

Diluc already has experience pulling in his archon, and given his own sense of justice I feel he and Furina would generally get along great up untill he wounds her pride, but he'd only every do it when she's being too much.

Neuvillette sings Diluc's praises for this.

Lynette

Just like with Al Haitham.

Autism to Autism communication.

Lynette would be totally see similarities between Diluc and Lyney as they are both brother would try and take all the burden away from their siblings and do everything they can protect them. So Lynette would look out for Diluc probably ends up giving Kaeya a care list for Diluc because I totally think she has one for how she takes care of Lyney when he's not looking. Not to her suprise Kaeya already has one.

Lyney

OK OK OK.

Lyney and Diluc are generally the more calm and collected end of the Pyro spectrum. But I get the feeling they both would just bring out their inner Chaos.

Like Yeah both Lyney and Lynette have heard about Diluc's Fatui Hunting. But I also think that Diluc would have tried to liberate House of Hearth and find better places for Kids. If not give them more supplies and more of a childhood. Because the he would learn of the House of Hearth and I think It's where Diluc would start to waiver on his conviction which would lead to him seeing how his method wasn't working.

So despite being Fatui Diluc would still treat them well and I feel he'd love Lyney's stage magic and learning all the tricks. It would be a puzzle game between them Lyney performs a trick and Diluc tries to figure out how he did it.

Navia

So Navia I feel could probably be the best candidate to be add to the detective club.

And there would be a lot of trauma bonding with her and Diluc over losing their father before taking up their mantles. So again I feel Diluc would provide funding to Spina di Rosula specially since the info they gain could be usfull to the Detective club or Diluc's underground organization.

Navia might even be an apprentice to Diluc but I acutely sort of get the vibe that she's older, but she's still have a lot of respect for his experience and general attitude. while he admires her passion for doing what is right and seeking the truth against all odds.

Neuvillette

So I've already seen art of Diluc and Neuvillette together and they are like super cute and chill vibes.

Like I don't have the best grip on Neuvillette yet but I feel like he and Diluc would get along in that they generally are pretty vibing but at the same time Neuvillette could learn a lot form Diluc as Diluc's passion for justice as well as being a generally passionate person would give Neuvillette a lot more perspective while not overwhelming him.

But also that leak about the Dark knight hero line. It would add a lot of spicy and also questions to the realtionship

Sigewinne

New daughter.

That's all I got mostly because see below.

Wriothesley

Look man this is gonna be my new addition to the Diluc Harem. Like I just get the gay Jane Austin Vibes from these two. Like if you want regency romance Wrioluc will be your thing. But that's just the vibe I'm picking up right now. I am super excited to learn more.

[adebauchedsloth]

What is your writing routine? ✍🏻

Oh man, I feel like a proper writer now, someone has asked me what my routine is…

My literal writing routine is to try to write early in the morning before I go to work, as that’s when my brain seems clearer, and then hopefully I can get a little work done in the evening if I have time. Just slowly chip away at it.

If you’re asking about how I actually get from Point A to B...gonna put below the cut so this isn't a wall of text.

I’m a big outliner. I try to work out the important waypoints of the overall plot and then give myself wiggle room on the way that I get there. Sometimes it flows, and sometimes it doesn’t. When it doesn’t, then I’ll try to break down the chapter or scene into its own sub-outline. Outlines just help me organize my thoughts. I guess you could call me a structured writer. Having outlines into the future also helps me organize themes or foreshadowing.

…But, sometimes inspiration also hits and there were plenty of times I’d think of something I wanted to include in, say, Chapter 20, but to get a bigger impact I should really go add foreshadowing to that one place in Chapter 5 and 10…Heh, that’s the reason Dog Days was written to near completion before I even posted the first chapter. I did that constantly, and it’s what I fear going forward because none of the extended stuff is written.

I also have to write chronologically. Some people can write separate random scenes and then connect them, but that’s not me. I may have this great scene that I’m excited to write, but it’s in the future. I can outline it so I don’t forget what I wanted to do, but I can’t write it until I get there. I need that carrot in front of me to keep going forward.

I’m also a constant reviser. Anything I’ve written has been combed over at least three times. I’ve also started having my chapters read aloud back to me because it helps me catch repetitive words or little errors in grammar or spelling. I’m not a perfectionist in anything else in my life, I swear, and I am not calling what I write perfection by any means, but knowing that if someone reads what I wrote it’s probably going to only be that one time, and I’m proud of it, so I want it as good as I can get it!

So, that’s about it. My routine is:

Outline

Stare at outline for awhile and think about it

Revise outline

Probably revise outline again

Try writing

Hope it goes ok

Sometimes have to do sub-outline

Pray an idea doesn’t hit me that requires me to go back and change something from 10 chapters ago.

Read it over / have it read to me

Check for flow. Add details or dialog where I think something needs breathing room.

General grammar and shit

Post

Wonder who’s reading it

I hope that's what you were asking! If not I can, uh, try again 😅