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I know the lines are a bit sloppy but I absolutely HAD to make this as soon as it entered my head

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Slaps assistant

This bad bitch can fit so many mental illnesses in her

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As an adult you must cultivate the skill of “Gross! Oh, well. Not my business.”

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There’s also potential for other cities to adapt and become accessible too; just because Atreno kinda stuck it to them doesn’t mean that other places don’t make adjustments here and there! They can be major things, but even the little stuff is a step forward:

- Handicap parking spots are a thing, but maybe some buildings extend their overhang for a couple of shaded areas so no one gets scalded on their way in, kinda like a walkway (especially when asphalt is already so hot in the summer)

- Small businesses selecting a few days out of the week to be open later at night instead of closing up shop at dusk, like how some stores during COVID had special hours for immunocompromised people

- Specialized train cars with polarized windows

- Milk fortified with more necessary vitamins such as C, D, Calcium, etc. Restaurants following suit and adding similar stuff to their menus (I know I’m iron deficient and could demolish a good spinach and feta wrap)

- They can’t donate blood for obvious reasons, but they do get bumped up a little higher in terms of transfusion priority

- Heating companies willing to offer a little bit of a discount in colder seasons if there’s a household member with the condition. This opens up the door for a similar discount for other disorders and medical issues staying toasty for cheaper prices too!

I swear I had more scribbled down somewhere but they’re escaping me for some reason

If Penumbra and other people with her condition can’t go into the sun, there’s a lot more serious health issues that can happen as a result besides just “I can’t get a summer tan” and as a bio major I could go on and on about the other complications that could arise due to a lack of vitamin D but I don’t wanna yap too much lol 🥲 Not even just from a headcanon POV but from a scientific one

Oh yes, Penumbra herself has confirmed that this condition that effects half of her city can quite LITERALLY kill them. Like, burn them on impact. Alive. Like a vampire.

What sucks is none of the city council or even the heroes themselves are looking for solutions to help them. I know one of the city's heroes is one of Penumbra's people and now thanks to Heed, Penumbra is now even outcasted from her own kind.

And I know Penumbra herself feels horrible about it. I mean, she caused the accident. Now, she looks for ways so the others can live in peace, but society labeled her as a cruel villain. And now that she accidentally attacked a hero with her same condition, she has no one on her side. I can't imagine the guilt she lives with. Seeing it affect her friends, her father, childern. How they can't do normal, basic human things without getting killed.

I really hope she finds a cure with Sunblast's help. And we can see her and the others are normal humans again.

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I may have gone on a tangent here a while back but the TLDR is no sun=bad bones (and more)

If Penumbra and other people with her condition can’t go into the sun, there’s a lot more serious health issues that can happen as a result besides just “I can’t get a summer tan” and as a bio major I could go on and on about the other complications that could arise due to a lack of vitamin D but I don’t wanna yap too much lol 🥲 Not even just from a headcanon POV but from a scientific one

Oh yes, Penumbra herself has confirmed that this condition that effects half of her city can quite LITERALLY kill them. Like, burn them on impact. Alive. Like a vampire.

What sucks is none of the city council or even the heroes themselves are looking for solutions to help them. I know one of the city's heroes is one of Penumbra's people and now thanks to Heed, Penumbra is now even outcasted from her own kind.

And I know Penumbra herself feels horrible about it. I mean, she caused the accident. Now, she looks for ways so the others can live in peace, but society labeled her as a cruel villain. And now that she accidentally attacked a hero with her same condition, she has no one on her side. I can't imagine the guilt she lives with. Seeing it affect her friends, her father, childern. How they can't do normal, basic human things without getting killed.

I really hope she finds a cure with Sunblast's help. And we can see her and the others are normal humans again.

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Could some of you guys show off your villainous oc's or self inserts? I will eat that up like it's my last meal and cherish it

(i love oc's and self inserts sm, especially when other people show theirs off😭)

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Could some of you guys show off your villainous oc's or self inserts? I will eat that up like it's my last meal and cherish it

(i love oc's and self inserts sm, especially when other people show theirs off😭)

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And there goes our whole state’s emergency services 🤡

There’s a heat advisory too and the first article I clicked said “walk to the fire station” and “please pull a fire box” what if I kill you with my bare hands

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Guys GUYS I feel like a very real thing to note is

Scientist women: Hot, kinda evil? powerful and in charge

Scientist men: Pathetic, losers, clumsy, stressed, unhappy, usually not in charge

Please understand this

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If your family doesn't support you, you are part of my family now

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bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements

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Weary

Dr Flug x Reader

Stealing my sister’s bf’s HBO password is the second best thing I’ve done this week. Whipping up a solid drabble in 30 minutes and refining it into a whole oneshot in the same night takes first place.

There’s like, one innuendo towards the end but everything else is straight up fluff. Story came to me after reading yet another shady thing a certain airline I won’t name did, but it sounds like “we ain’t going”. I am changing the names so I don’t end up dead in a van somewhere, but if you know you know ;)

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“…And then what happened?”, Flug yawns, looking up at you through his goggles. You smile gently, kissing the front of the bag where his forehead would be.

“Well, according to some sources…the former production and safety manager’s exact words were ‘if anything happens, I didn’t do it myself’,” you respond, reading the article off your phone. Using the same soft voice you use when you read picture books to a sleepy 505, except it was a news article turned Wikipedia rabbit hole.

You two had gone from listening to him explain the differences between a 767 and an Airvan, to him resting his bagged head in your lap as you click on various entries and articles, bouncing information back and forth. The person, a known whistleblower who had retired from the controversial airline a few years ago, had tried many a time to draw attention to the company’s shady practices. For him to die so suddenly, especially as more inside secrets came to light, was too fishy for the public to ignore.

“I’m no detective, but…”

“Assassination?”, you finished for him, raising a brow. The two of you exchanged knowing looks.

“Does the Dreamweaver have flexible wings?”, he grumbles, wrapping his arms around your waist to bury his head further into your tummy. It tickles, but you try not to laugh lest you disturb his rare peace. Moments like these didn’t happen often, and you knew if any of the others were to see you like this, Black Hat would tear you both a new one, and Demencia would never let you hear the end of it.

A few more minutes go by, occasionally filled in with fun facts about the company’s various other incidents that had made the news in the past. You click off of yet another one where a plane was literally falling apart mid-air, having to make an emergency landing in a massive blaze. That was enough internet for today, at this rate you’d never want to hop in a plane again. You carefully set your phone to the side after checking the time.

“If I were him, I wouldn’t have let them get me.”

“I know, Flug.”

“And I would have documented everything.”

“Mhm”, you rest a hand on his back, your own eyes growing heavy.

“I’d go down there and put them back together myself. I’d personally take all of their shitty scrap parts, and make a better airplane than any of those so called professionals,” he says disdainfully.

You smile as he heaves a long sigh, like the weight of the world rests upon his weary shoulders; which isn’t far from the truth, if the way Black Hat nags him and Demencia torments him on a regular basis is any indication. Not to mention raising a son/care bear/science experiment through it all. But even if it’s not quite the whole earth, at the very least it’s the whole company. Everybody ought to give him more credit, himself included.

“If anybody could do such a thing, I know it’d be you, Flug. You’ve always had a brilliant mind.” He hums softly at the praise, feeling quite chuffed to know that at least someone in the manor besides his own son appreciated him not just for all he does, but who he is.

It’s quiet again for a few moments as he drifts in and out of consciousness, your hand gently rubbing his back until he speaks up again a few minutes later.

“And I’ll make you my co-pilot.”

This takes you by surprise, the hand rubbing his back stopping briefly as you let the words settle over the two of you. Reading between the lines was something you found yourself doing almost as often as reading his expression through his paper bag, the man still not quite comfortable enough to outright say all the things he’d had bouncing around in his head to you just yet. Your hand resumes as you test the waters, stuck between delicate hope and fear of possibly scaring him off.

“I…don’t know how to fly a plane. Nor do I have a pilots license.”

“Me neither, but I’ll show you how to do it in the cockpit. I’ll make sure you have a smooth ride for your first time.”

A pregnant pause falls over the both of you, and your whole face heats up, mind processing his words only to take a nosedive into the gutter. You open your mouth to respond only to be met with quiet snores from below, Flug blissfully unaware of the effect of his words.

‘Looks like the week finally caught up to him’, you think. Odds are he might not remember something like that when he woke up, but you could tease him about it later on. For now, you stretch your arms over your head and attempt to make yourself as comfy as possible without disturbing him, sleep beginning to overtake you as well. You glance down once more to where he dozes peacefully for the first time in years, committing it to memory before joining him in slumber.

“Buenas noches, Flug.”

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The bulldog in the first one looks almost exactly like my Oakley❤️

The eyepatch is just on the opposite side and more brown in color 🐶

🎩Villainous Gif Set of the day🎩

🖤🤪🎩Black Hat Unhinged🎩🤪🖤

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Adding onto this bc I found a bunch in our discord logs. I will probably add more as @bwabys-scenarios and I come up with them, but I do have something brewing that requires a lot of Kurta lore 👉👈

Not trying to hijack the post I promise I got permission y’all

Kurta headcanons 2: Electric Boogaloo

- I think their culture would have a heavy lean into artesianal skills as well. Lots of pottery, textiles, and the like. They were a peaceful people, and it wouldn’t make sense to pour all their resources into a militia when they’re usually nomadic and living in the woods

- Not a whole lot of gender roles tbh, most people know how to sew and create to some extent. Learning to make your own clothes is a milestone tantamount to how todays kids learn how to ride a bike for the first time.

- Adding onto the Green = Grief, the brown earthy tones work too because brown is generally a much more subdued shade of red. Wearing anything brightly colored to a funeral is a big no-no, but the exception to this rule is the deceased. They’re being sent to the afterlife where everything is peaceful and joyful, and they’re technically going to meet others who have died before them. Best to make a good first impression. It’s believed that bright colors also make it easier for them to be found by a guide who brings them to the afterlife.

- Speaking of death, it’s important for all parts of a person to be buried together. They’re a nomadic clan, having to always be on the move. To bury their dead is essentially a way of saying “we know you’re tired, so you can rest now”, and also stays consistent with their whole “returning to the earth” motif. Giving a whole other layer of meaning to Kurapika’s mission of tracking down the scarlet eyes, just in case we weren’t punched in the gut enough yet.

- The scarlet eyes are a recessive trait, and I have a whole separate post going into more detail coming soon because math is one of my special interests. But the TL:DR of it is there was 128 members of the clan at the time they were killed, and Kurapika mentions there being 36 pairs of eyes out there. There’s also him, which means that of that portion of people, only 29% had the trait. Trust me, you’re gonna want all my infodumping in a separate post. Not here. Not today.

- There is a sweet, peach-like fruit that grows on Lukso province that is really good when baked into desserts. It’s often used in potlucks, especially for summer holidays. The closest equivalent Kurapika has been able to find is peach cobbler, and while it’s not quite the same, it’s like that scene with the critic towards the end of Ratatouille where it tastes similar enough to childhood and longing for simpler times.

- There are certain features in every culture that are seen as “sought after”, and Kurtan is no exception. A few of them are actually a source of insecurity for the rest of the world, which does come as a bit of a culture shock to Kurapika at first. In their case, between all the running and living in the woods as mentioned above, they don’t necessarily have a lot of super buff guys unless they’re some sort of carpenter. While they’re not weak by any means, it does surprise him a little to find that lots of lanky, skinny guys outside the clan aren’t necessarily thrilled to be so.

- On the flip side, because they live nomadically and resources are hard to come by, many fertility statues of women are depicted to be on the heavier side. Wider hips were seen as a sign of one being able to bear healthy offspring, and soft figure = nurturing and comfortable. It also signifies being well off and comfortable- a good sign for anyone looking to settle down!

- There’s not really a set drinking age but most people have enough common sense to give the little ones some sort of fruit juice in lieu of home brewed wine or mead. But basically if you’re old enough to not need your parents to hang out downstairs on a play date, you can have a sip or two of the lighter stuff.

- While they do have some sort of currency, since it’s not a very big community much of their commerce is done via bartering and exchanging. If they’re getting stuff from the outside it’s a different story, but within the members of the group, there’s a lot of trading and favors. Your neighbor will watch the kids for you if you bring him a loaf of your wife’s homemade bread. You built me a table and chair set, the least I can do is forge your engagement rings. Thank you for the flowers, I will use some of them as textile dye and make you a new pair of trousers. And so on.

- Gift giving is a common love language, especially since they’re a very artesian-centric clan. It’s not uncommon for them to court like magpies, offering trinkets and items to whoever they hold affection for. Displaying them in their home where many can see it is a way to subtly convey “your affections are reciprocated.” A well decorated home is tantamount to “I want to settle into a place that is uniquely ours”.

Not entirely sure how coherent this is but I’m not about to lose yet another draft to a dead battery so here we go 👏

Heya! Just thinking about Kurapika cuase he my fav. Since Kurta culture is such a big deal to him, how would he try to teach his significant other about it? Would he try to teach them as they go along or would he try to distance himself from his past culture? Thanks for writing these Headcannons, they get me through my busy work week lollll

Kurapika and his culture, thoughts and HCs

!!REBLOGS APPRECIATED!!

A/N: This is less of an x reader and more of Kurta tradition HCs! Also, these are all made up and not inspired by anything specific, so any likeliness to actual cultural practices is not intended. The only tradition that is inspired by real culture is the last one, which is inspired by Dia De Los Muertos(which is obvious but I wanted to give credit where credit is due!!)

Thoughts

Absolutely! As the only Kurta left alive, he’s the only one that can keep his culture and traditions alive. It’s one of the reasons he wants children so badly, he wants to have his clan again!

I think Kurapika isn’t the type to force you to learn or expect you to participate in his culture, after all it’s not your own, but he’d very much appreciate it if you did. You’re his everything, all he has left in this world and the future mother of his children, and he’d be over the moon if you wore the traditional tabards on special holidays and practiced the traditional dance that the Kurta people would preform on their wedding nights.

He also won’t be overbearing with having his kids participate, but will be filled with joy when the little ones ask why daddy is wearing something different and praying on certain days.

Kurapika will bully his friends into celebrating with him, though. Gon and Killua have their own Kurta tabards that they have to wear when then come over during holidays. And no, Gon’s isn’t green. You’ll see why later on in this post.

HCs

-I think the Kurtas had many different traditions, which I will list here.

-One tradition I already mentioned, which is the bride and groom performing a specific dance on their wedding day. It’s a sign of devotion and love that lasts a lifetime, so it’s one of the only things Kurapika really wants you to do.

-Another is celebrating the coming of fall and harvests, alone with spring, summer, and winter. Each season has a different celebration and traditions, like dancing in the snow and leaving your favorite preserved fruit in the windowsill as an offering.

-You give that fruit during winter, a time where the fields are barren so when the fruit is ripe again, the gods give back tenfold.

-In spring, there are always flowers decorating doorframes, most families represented by a specific flower(marigolds for Kurapika’s family!), which is said to strengthen the spirits of each household.

-During summer, the children all made little dolls out of straw(or clay if their family works with it) and fill them with sweets, then leave them in the forest. This is an offering to the forest spirits so they can continue to coexists amongst each other. The Kurta people have a lot of respect for nature, always giving back what they take.

-The most important tradition takes place during late fall, right before winter. It’s a day to remember your loved ones who have passed, and obviously this holiday is especially rough for Kurapika. Before the massacre, it was a day that was spent celebrating the lives that once were, but now it is full of grief. He wears all green. Brown and earthy tones are used for grieving too, like for widows that are in states of mourning, but green is reserved for funerals. The earthy times symbolize the deceased giving their bodies back to the earth, and the inevitably of returning to dust.

-Because their scarlet eyes are treasured in the clan and green is opposite to red, red is seen as a color of mouthing. Fun fact, the first time Kurapika saw Gon, he assumed he was in a deep state of mourning because he was wearing an entirely green outfit. Of course he soon learned that the Kurta way of mourning was different than the rest of the world, but that didn’t stop him from being more gentle with Gon for a while.

-Kurapika prefers to pray alone when he’s in mourning. He gets choked up and cries sometimes, and needs time to collect himself and process the tremendous loss he feels.

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Torn rn do I work on chapter 2 of Strangeness and charm or do I flesh out another idea I brainstormed with my friend?

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POV: Bennett arriving to the birthday party his dads threw him

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Gang gang

I’m very curious as someone with both autism and ADHD to see how many fellow writers also have it! I’d love to make friends with other writers with autism/adhd/both!

I’ve seen a lot of posts on cringe culture and how people usually just see an autistic person enjoying their hobby(writing, art, fandom, etc) and just immediately call it cringe. I want to connect with other autistic adults that participate in fandom/enjoy writing fanfiction!