#Computer basics for dummies

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Asdc Kanpur

ASDC Kanpur: Empowering Beginners with Computer Basics and Personal Development

Introduction:

In today's digital age, proficiency in computer basics is no longer a luxury but a necessity. The Automotive Skills Development Council (ASDC) in Kanpur, India, is at the forefront of providing accessible and comprehensive education to beginners through its range of courses. This article delves into how ASDC is empowering individuals with computer basics for beginners and facilitating online personality development through innovative programs.

Computer Basics for Beginners:

ASDC recognizes the importance of computer literacy in the contemporary world. To bridge the digital divide and empower beginners with essential skills, the institute offers a specialized course in Computer Basics for Beginners. Tailored for those with limited or no prior knowledge of computers, this course covers fundamental concepts such as operating systems, file management, basic software applications, and internet navigation. The curriculum is designed to build a strong foundation, ensuring that learners gain confidence in using computers for both personal and professional purposes.

Online Personality Development:

In addition to technical skills, ASDC places a strong emphasis on holistic personal development. The institute understands that success in any field is not solely dependent on technical know-how but also on the development of one's personality and soft skills. ASDC's Online Personality Development program aims to enhance communication skills, boost self-confidence, and instill a positive attitude in individuals. The course covers various aspects, including effective communication, time management, leadership skills, and interpersonal relationships. Through interactive sessions and real-world scenarios, participants are equipped with the tools needed to excel in both personal and professional spheres.

Computer Basics for Dummies:

ASDC adopts an inclusive approach to education, catering to learners of all backgrounds and abilities. The Computer Basics for Dummies course is specifically designed for those who may feel overwhelmed or intimidated by technology. This beginner-friendly program breaks down complex concepts into simple, easy-to-understand modules. Participants learn at their own pace, gaining practical skills that empower them to navigate the digital landscape with confidence.

ASDC's Unique Approach:

What sets ASDC apart is its commitment to making education accessible and effective. The institute employs experienced educators who understand the needs of beginners and employ innovative teaching methods. The courses at ASDC are not just theoretical; they include hands-on exercises and practical applications, ensuring that learners not only understand the concepts but also can apply them in real-world scenarios.

Conclusion:

ASDC Kanpur stands as a beacon of empowerment for beginners in the realm of computer basics and personal development. Whether you are looking to enhance your technical skills, build a strong personality, or simply take the first step into the digital world, ASDC has tailored programs to meet your needs. Visit the ASDC website (https://asdckanpur.com/) to explore the diverse range of courses and unlock the doors to a future enriched with knowledge and personal growth. Embark on your educational journey with ASDC and discover the transformative power of learning.

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FEEL. — mickey 17

somewhat inspired by @darkoies doctor c.ai! (NSFW)

w/c: 2.3K

As he felt his body temperature slowly begin to drop, Mickey knew that he’d been cloned again.  

He’d grown to accept that there was nothing like climatising to the perfect 20°C of the lab, sometimes laying there for hours with nothing but a sheet to cover his modesty – only if he’d been lucky enough to be attended to that quickly. Mickey seemed to be reborn in a lab full of people, yet he was always alone. 

Blinking, he fought to adjust himself to the sterile curing lights, expecting to be faced with Dorothy or one of the other scientists. Instead, he was met with warmth; rounder, fuller features staring down at him with a curious look and a gentle smile. He'd certainly never seen you before.

“...Vitals are surprisingly low,” the voice spoke. “Is this normal?” 

Instinctively Mickey opened his mouth to answer, clamping it shut once he realised you weren’t speaking to him, but a fellow doctor across the lab. He hoped you hadn’t noticed. He felt a bit silly. 

“I’m just going to put this in, ok? It���s a small chip to help us track your endocrine system, hormones, endorphins – those kinds of things. You shouldn’t feel a thing, it’s virtually weightless.” You spoke again, eyes occasionally making contact as you glanced down to reassure him, but more focused on dabbing at his skin with a wipe.

Mickey took a short breath, having not particularly grown accustomed to needles throughout any of his seventeen iterations. 

“Uh-huh... Why do I -” 

“All done.” You grinned, withdrawing the tool with a smile.

He couldn’t help but feel somewhat disappointed, selfishly wishing a flare up of some kind, anything that could get him to spend just a few more minutes longer with you. Anything was better than a meaningless afternoon within the four walls of his room. Pursing his lips, he pushed himself to sit upright, allowing for him to get a better view of you.  

“How do you feel?”  

“Fine...” he began, wringing his hands. “Though in my position I’ve learned that’s not much.” 

“I can’t imagine what it’s like to be an Expendable. I admire your bravery,” you began, leaning in, your faces a few centimetres apart. “Chin up.” 

Goosebumps peppered his skin as he felt your breath on his cheek, the warmth of your hands felt even through your plastic gloves as you held his face in place, running a torch over his eyes. 

“It’s not all bad,” he chuckled nervously. “I get to keep my memories.” 

“I don’t know if that’s a blessing or a curse. There are definitely a few things I’d like to forget...” 

“Like what?” he questioned, hoping that you wouldn't find his prying weird. He’d never get this far with any other doctor on the team. 

“Bad hairstyles for one,” you said with a soft sigh, stepping away from the man to enter something into a computer. "My entire college years, amongst other things.” 

“I bet they weren’t that bad,” he shrugged, brushing a wet, messy strand of his mousy brown hair from his eyes. “Nice girls like you definitely had a better time than me.” 

The statement seemed to illicit a smile.  

“Well,” you huffed as you scribbled something down on a clipboard. “Nice girls tend to finish last. That’s why I’m here. Other than the pay, being a doctor on Earth is pretty shit.” 

Mickey grinned, and this time let out a genuine, audible laugh, so unrestrained that his voice broke in the process. You hummed in amusement, presumably at the fact that the man had taken such glee in an offhand comment, before going back to your job and listing some rather important things about the tests being run.  

By that point Mickey had naturally zoned out, having heard all the doctors’ spiel before. What did it matter if hypertension could cause blackouts, heart attacks or death – he would just be reprinted anyway. In a fucked-up way, nothing really mattered... In what he thought would’ve been basic empathy, he hoped you could see him for who he was - less of a crash dummy and more of a human.  

- 

Marshall was fuming.

And by that nature, the whole lab was pissed off with you. 

The past few experiments had been complete failures – not due to misguided hypothesises, but because Mickey was a shitty lab rat. If you could even call him that.  

Over the few weeks that 17 had been cloned, nothing had gone to plan. Half the time, he’d passed out before research could begin, or hadn’t even been deemed fit to work. You’d only seen him in passing, being wheeled about on a table or through plexiglass – but you knew something was wrong…the numbers told you so. 

It was difficult. On Earth there were too many patients for you to really care about them in the way your cared for Mickey, but reading his past files and listening here-say from the other workers was enough to sympathise with him. From what Dorothy had told you, his past iterations had never been so stubborn, which was why it didn’t make sense for him to act up now. 

Arkady thought it to be a fault in the tech, that somehow he’d reprinted wrong…but you knew better.  

It was obvious he’d grown fond of you. You’d caught him staring multiple times, a distant smile dotted across his face as he carved out your visage through the haze of the testing room. Sometimes, he’d even wave. Discreetly, you did back. 

To be fair, you liked him too.

Naturally, it made sense for you to ‘deal’ with him. You clutched your clipboard to your chest as you walked down the empty corridors to a distant room, curtly waving away the guards as you entered. 

The brown haired man perked up, and if you weren’t facing expulsion – or death – from Marshall himself then you would’ve made a quip about it. 

“Oh - I, uh...They just shoved me in here, I have no idea what’s this all about —“ Mickey stammered, eyes glancing around the room frantically as if to search for a source of reason himself. You watched as he shrunk in on himself, seemingly realising from your crossed arms and pursed lips that you weren’t in a generous mood. 

“You shouldn’t be surprised. You haven’t been eating as much. Or sleeping,” you began, shoes tapping against the floor as you strolled towards him. He seemed to be trying (and failing) to divert his gaze from you, eyes as wide and watery as ever, and it occurred to you that it felt like a mean teacher punishing a schoolboy. “They wanted to throw you in the cell, but I convinced them to lend you to me under the name of science.” 

He nodded shyly and peered up at you from his bangs. 

“Our research is compromised if you go into a mission on two hours of sleep and low blood sugar. Then we look bad, and Marshall blows his gasket.” 

Mickey itched uncomfortably, contemplating something before the edges of his lips curved up into a small, jaunty smile. “...Isn’t there some kind of shot for that?” 

“That isn’t the point, Mickey,” you chided, ignoring his silly attempt at a joke. “Not everything can be fixed by a drug. We may be miles away from Earth, but most things are still down to basic biology. You’re still human.” 

The man sighed and cast his gaze to the floor, so much so that you couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for him. 

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to get you into trouble with Marshall. If you let me out of here, I’ll tell him it’s my fault.” 

You fought to hold back a small smile. Here he was, essentially a complete stranger – a literal lab experiment - and yet was ready to take a bullet for you. It baffled you as to why nobody else saw the gentleness of humanity in Mickey – probably because no one was willing to give him a chance. Being labelled ‘Expendable’ would do that, all too ironic that he was the most important on the ship. To the whole regime, really.  

“There’s no need to do that...” you hummed. “I’m just annoyed I’ve overlooked things.” 

“…Like?” 

“Happiness, for one,” you began, slowly striding around the room to place your clipboard on a small table. “And attention. We tend to forget that we need it.” 

Mickey swayed his head, seemingly taking in what you were saying as he watched you like a hawk. As if his body had been pulled taught with a string, his back visibly straightened as you stopped in-front of him, your shins touching the tips of his thigh. Swallowing, he angled his head to look up at you, and your gazes met. 

“Be honest with me, Mickey…Did you stop eating just so you could see me?” 

He swallowed again, briefly diverting his gaze before looking back at you, running his tongue over his lips. Mickey was always cute, but he looked especially delectable in this angle. 

“Y-yeah…” he stammered. “I really didn’t mean to get you in trouble —“ 

“Why did you do that? Did you want my attention?” 

“Uh –“ 

“Do you like me?” 

His answered came in the form of a shy nod and an uneasy grip on your legs. In the best way, you were going to ruin him.  

“It’s okay,” you smiled. “You can touch me. I want you to.” 

Reaching out to embrace your torso, Mickey found himself softly stunned as you pulled away, comforted with the sight of you removing your lab coat and aptly peeling off your jumpsuit, discarding it across the cold floor. 

The man wasted no time in latching onto you, rubbing his face over your bare skin as he pressed wet, impassioned kisses against your stomach, making his way passed your bellybutton and towards your underwear.  

You threw your head back as you pulled him closer, placing your hands on top of his as he roamed your body, lithe fingers kneading the shape of your thighs and ass. In any other circumstance, you would’ve been trying to pleasure Mickey – and you were sure you would eventually – but you got the feeling that he only ever wanted to make you happy. 

Your pleasure was his pleasure. He was useful that way. 

Mickey let out a soft whistle from his nose, momentarily pulling away from getting his fix. 

“You smell like strawberries…” he murmured before nestling into you. Who would’ve thought that the perfume you’d grabbed from Earth right before jumping on this metal container would awaken something in him? 

Grinning, a purr escaped your lips as you lowered yourself onto Mickey’s thighs, one hand on his chest as you gently pushed him onto the bed, his back springing up ever so slightly from the recoil. He looked so beautiful like this; all desperate and wanting, eager to taste your lips. 

Pressing your lips against his, you gave him what he wanted. Though you’d never underestimated him, you were rather surprised by how skilfully his lips moved against your own, barely missing a beat as his hands worked your way up to your breasts. 

He let out a moan as he gave them a squeeze through your bra, eyes darting frantically between your chest and the sight below him – your ass grinding perfectly against his bulge. 

“You’re so sweet, Mickey, do you know that?” you teased, popping up to quickly push down his pants. “I hate the way they treat you.” 

“You aren’t like them…” he murmured. “You’re perfect.” 

If it wasn’t for hormones clouding your judgment, your heart would’ve stopped upon questioning the melancholy statement. You’d only treated him as any good doctor would – with respect – and yet he was comparing you to some kind of deity. 

Mickey stopped you with a firm grasp on your forearm, just as you began to reach down into his boxers. You were mildly shocked, almost expecting him to be completely passive in the act, but wasn’t adverse to the offer. In fact you rather liked it. 

“Let me.” He whispered. 

You obliged. 

Mickey let out a loud whimper as he sunk into you, his cock bottoming out in you nicely. He was average sized, but it completed you. You felt every pulse and twitch as you moved your hips along him, coating pink cock in a shiny film. 

He’d pawed at your chest now, popping a breast from inside the material and putting it into his mouth, sucking and licking at your nipple. You moaned at the contact, though quickly but down on your lip to suppress any more noises. At the end of the day, you were still technically a doctor on duty. 

Then again, Marshall was so weird that he’d probably enjoy your gratuitous display – limbs flailing and Mickey’s hair clung to his forehead from ecstasy. The ship was cold, but heat filled your body, tingling from your loins and rising through to your cheeks.  

You were so preoccupied with Mickey’s visual proof of euphoria that you’d barely noticed that his hands had made their way to your lower body, his hands holding the sides of your ass in position as you writhed against him. 

“Shit…” you stammered. “You’re so good…Don’t stop…” 

Naively, the man shook his head, staring up at you with puppy eyes. In an effort to impress you, he bucked his hips up into your wet pussy, squelching sounds louder and prominent than before. He seemed to be hitting your spot effortlessly. 

“Beautiful. God, you’re an angel…” he sighed, his squeaky, yet raspy accent as prominent as ever. He sounded like he was from New York. 

You’d ask him about it some day. 

As Mickey’s pace slowed, and your walls clenched around him, you could tell that you were both close. Honestly, you didn’t know whether you’d flop into his arms or if he would cave in on you, but somehow, even millions of miles from Earth, you grounded each-other.  

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Your Masterminds, Whit Young, and Ace Markey! (mm! whace au)

(Spoilers lol)

what normal fellas ahahahahaha (I have poured my entire soul into these two there is nothing left of me)

A basic summary of their relationship:

Whit has spent like, over a year manipulating Ace into being complacent in his plans. In his own eyes, Ace is a sorta-stupid lacky, who he's constantly love-bombing to keep obedient. Although, he is a bit glad for the company... it was sorta empty when Ace was "dead" and they couldn't really talk. And maybe Ace almost dying from his fake execution was a bit disturbing. But he's sure its nothing! (He fell in love with him like a moron.)

Ace has fully fallen in love with Whit. He's not happy about it, but it happened. As a result, he's basically ruined any semblance of his own morality, just so he doesn't lose Whit, or the affection he knows is mostly performative. He's more than happy to kill his fuck-face classmates, after a... bit of prodding, and honestly, he'd do anything Whit asked at this point, even die. He'll still complain about it, though.

i tried to be as original as humanly possible, but I'm def giving credit to @talkativeanonymous, @acethehorseishere, and @a-blog-for-kat all for inspiring these two in one way or another (esp. a-blog-for-kat lol).

anyway there's the art, here's the promised lore. warning for like a million words. I'm serious. It's 1,400 words. you can stop here i don't blame you.

also sorry for the odd looking bullet points, didn't realize you couldn't have gaps lol!

This au operates on a probably un-canon assumption that I pulled out of my ass. That is that Mai Akasaki is both a student in the class of 27, and that she is the "time loop" student. She is usually a part of the killing game, but she isn't this time, for reasons I'll explain in a sec.

This specific loop, Mai is attempting to dissuade the (usual) mastermind from wanting to start a killing game in the first place. That mastermind is Whit Young.

She goes about this by trying to curb Whit's main reason for his descent into despair, his resounding loneliness, by giving him championship. Charles hasn't softened up to the others in any regard yet. But that wasn't the main reason, unbenouced to Mai.

In this loop, and this loop alone, Mai sets Whit and Ace up to be friends. She hopes they can help each other, since they usually end up more or less alone in their school life.

Surprisingly, it works. They get along decently well, although a codependency starts to develop on Ace's side.

Around this time, Whit takes up an internship at XF Future, which Mai doesn't realize. He innocently wants to explore other job options, "Matchmaking" not really being a stable career forever.

Obviously FX Future isn't a normal Tech Company. Whit starts to change, in a barely noticeable fashion, the longer he works there.

Ace notices Whit's contacts start looking a lot more vibrant after Whit takes a couple weeks off school for a "company trip." He thinks it's... sort of pretty.

(Whit's time at XF Future showed him a side of humanity he didn't realize existed. Insane levels of greed, using the concepts of "ultimates" to guide a stupid pubic where the Government wanted them, generally a dystopia. It feeds into his existing detachment from humanity, until he hits a breaking point, setting his sights on ending the "Ultimates" concept by killing the newest class in the public eye, including himself.)

(XF Future develops a new sort of technology, prosthetic "eyes" that basically turn you into a living remote control, able to connect to an entire building if its connected via a computer system. Security cameras, doors, fucking air conditioning- everything.

(Whit offers himself as the test dummy, and it goes perfectly.)

Anyway, Mai decides to talk to Ace, since she's starting to realize he's becoming a bit... softer after hanging out with Whit so much? And hopes like, for once, he'll actually accept help for his mountain of problems.

He doesn't take this conversation very well.

Mai, with knowledge from dozens of loops, accidentally brings up an extremely traumatic event, simply mentioning the name "Tyler" once.

In a blinding mix of rage and horror at Mai's knowledge of the event, that Ace has literally never even spoken about in this timeline, Ace shoves her away from him.

She falls backwards, and splits her head on a desk, killing her instantly.

Ace, in a horrified frenzy, calls Whit, literally his only friend.

Whit shows up. Ace expects him to freak the fuck out, call the cops, or something like that... But he doesn't.

Whit simply tells him they were going to hide the body together, not even remotely caring about Mai's death.

yeah that's a little fucking weird, and its terrifying, but going to jail is scarier sooo Ace goes along with it!

After this, Whit wraps Ace into uncharacteristically cruel pranks against some of their classmates and others at Hopes Peak, oftentimes resulting in physical injury.

He acts like these are completely normal and funny, while Ace is both freaked out by it, and sort of enjoys enacting pain on people he didn't like.

Along the way, Whit notices Ace starting to fall for him. Horrible news for Ace, since Whit plays into those emotions by becoming much more physically and emotionally affectionate. Which he doesn't enjoy, like, at all... not a bit...

Whit convinces Ace to assist him in greater and greater acts of violence until Whit just straight up kills someone (not a classmate, a stranger.)

Ace is of course tied into everything way too deep to stop now, and after all this... he doesn't really want to. So he stays as Whit's accomplice for months, up until Whit's weirdo behavior arrives at the idea of the killing game. He references the "First Killing Game", which Ace had never heard of.

The idea is a bit intense for Ace, but at that point, he didn't have anything beyond Whit. If it took this to stay with him... He'd do it. Even if in the end, they both were going to die.

So they get to work!

Ace had been taking engineering classes at Hope's Peak in hopes of getting out of jockeying, and he'd helped his family build sheds and shit since he was a kid, so he focused on the construction and executions.

Whit wired the building an all-encompassing computer system he could control, as well as stealing "Mono-TV" from XF Future, a robot he can fully control to be the "host" of the game.

He also steals the "mind wiping" technology from XF Future. It's weirdly easy to steal stuff from this company, hm? It's almost like they aren't protecting it...

Whit also uses another piece of experimental biological technology... on Ace.

A screen connected to his brain, a lottt less invasive than Whit's eye surgery. It doesn't impact Ace mentally, it just gives him the ability to produce visible projections for easy construction, communicate with Whit remotely, (and give Whit a way to always know what Ace's condition.)

The screen is unclipped when the game starts, but the brain implant is still connected to Whit, so he can detect Ace's condition.

After kidnapping the class of 27 and wiping their memories... It all starts. A killing game, streamed live to the entire nation.

Whit and Ace start off as a part of the class, interacting with the others like normal, a pretty decent show. Things go roughly as planned, putting everyone in the positions Whit wanted them. Untilll... chapter 2.

Ace gets his ass jumped, and almost dies prematurely. This is fine, Whit privately makes sure the wounds properly cleaned, but it does fill Whit with an... ominous feeling.

Ace still kills Arei, a part of the plan, and gets "executed", so he can more easily upkeep the executions and such behind the scenes.

After the screen playing the fake execution turns off, Whit checks to make sure Ace didn't get injured in his running around... but can't detect anything.

At all.

Ace's heart wasn't beating.

He actually, seriously, had a fucking heart attack.

(Ace's heart attack was for a combination of reasons. Firstly, his heart was actually in pretty bad condition as a result of his eating disorder, something Whit had figured was "over" by now. It wasn't!)

(Second, in that moment, the idea that maybe, just maybe, Whit could have been double-crossing him came to Ace. What if Whit loaded the guns? What if Ace's use was done, and Whit was finally getting rid of him? It was terrifying because he could die, and terrifying because... It'd make sense. It was all that ever happened to him.)

So he had a heart attackkk lameeeeee

This makes Whit tweak the fuck out, internally. (lol pretend his spooky ass sprite happens AFTER the execution, not before. shh its all made up its all pretend)

After Levi gets taken to the infirmary, Whit drops Charles off at his room as quickly as he can, then fucking BOLTS IT to a hidden passageway in his room to the like... Mastermind area, with the execution chamber.

Whit manages to resuscitate Ace in time, barely. And even after that, he's in pretty bad condition. But he's conscious and mobile.

Whit gets him as comfortable as he can, and after spending the night, he sort of... has to leave. He does some tweaks to Ace's brain screen thing, creating a functional heart monitor that Ace (and he) can watch.

As often as he can, Whit sneaks off to the Mastermind area at night to make sure Ace doesn't fucking die in his sleep. But Ace gets... decently better quickly, and returns to his duties overseeing the killing game.

Whit still visits almost every night to make sure Ace wakes up, which he can't really explain to himself. Ace was... supposed to be disposable anyway. Why would it matter if he died?

Anyway yeah the rest of the game happens. No clue there.

In the end, Whit and Ace come out as masterminds (happy pride).

I have a comic planned for how the end goes, soooo... that's it!

holy fuck! my fingers! hi the whole 2 people who made it down this far... uh... did you like my lore.....? do you want me dead now for having you read 1,400 words of two evil homsexuals...? 😅 love you thank you im sorry.

[httpvomitello]

hey so how do you think the bayverse boys would deal with having a s/o where on the news, it says that the apartment above their���s, someone got murdered. And then suddenly with weird timing, they just hear something rolling behind them and someone huff and sit on their couch. They look over and see their s/o with a suitcase and saying “I’m gonna live here now”. They’re staying here for the next month or two cuz you know, murderers might still be in the building and s/o doesn’t wanna be next. Also if the boys want to deal with it, s/o basically knows what went down and can tell them?

Hello, hello! I hope you like it ♡♡♡♡

Leonardo

When you walk in with a suitcase and tell him someone got murdered in your building, Leo’s calm on the outside but inside, he's panicking

His first thought?

I should’ve been there to protect you

He won’t let you leave the lair for anything

"You’re staying here. No arguments.”

His tone leaves no room for negotiation

The thought of you being anywhere near that danger makes him feel sick

The longer you stay with him, the more on edge Leo gets

He’s constantly worrying about whether the murderer will come after you next

Leo wants to protect you but struggles with not being able to solve everything

He hates that you had to come to him in fear

"I should've stopped it before it even happened," he mutters one night

You remind him it’s not his fault, but he doesn’t seem convinced

Despite everything, you know Leo won't stop until he finds the killer

But one night, you ended up giving him a little earful, making him calm down a little.

Raphael

When you tell him what happened, Raph’s first reaction is pure rage

“Wait, you’re tellin’ me there was a murder right above you? And you’re just NOW telling me?”

He’s angry, at the situation, not you, but you can tell he’s freaked out inside

He won’t show it at first, but Raph feels guilty

The fact that you were that close to danger eats at him.

He’s punching the training dummy harder than usual, throwing himself into workouts as a way to blow off steam

“I shoulda been there.”

You staying with him makes him feel more protective, but also more on edge

He tries to act like it’s no big deal, but deep down, he’s scared of losing you

"If anything happens to you…"

He doesn't finish the sentence, but you know what he means

One night, you catch him snapping at his brothers and pacing the lair like a caged animal

"I hate this. You being in danger, and me not being able to do a damn thing about it!"

He doesn’t want to admit how scared he is, but you can see it in his eyes

He only managed to calm down when you dragged him to the bedroom and lay down together

For the rest of the night, you were the one calming Raph down and reassuring him that everything was going to be okay.

Donatello

The moment you tell Donnie about the murder, he’s already thinking about how to secure your old apartment

“Did they catch the guy? No? Okay, you’re staying here. No question.”

Donnie tries to play it cool, but his anxiety is through the roof

He spends hours obsessively monitoring your building through hacked security feeds and checking news reports

He doesn't mind spending a few more days awake just to catch the killer who can hurt you too

He can’t relax until he knows the threat is gone, and even then, he’s still tense

You wake up a few nights to find Donnie hunched over his computers, working on something

"Donnie, it’s 3 AM," you say, rubbing your eyes

He barely looks up. "I need to make sure everything’s secure before you even think about going back."

There’s a tremble in his voice, he’s scared to let you go

The stress finally gets to him

One night, after days of little sleep and constant worry, Donnie breaks down

"I-I can’t lose you. What if they come after you next? What if I’m not fast enough to stop it?"

You have to remind him that he’s already done everything he can to keep you safe

You had to ask Master Splinter for help to get Donnie into bed, but when he finally did, it didn't take long for him to close his eyes and fall asleep

And as you lay down next to him, your worry eased a little

The following afternoon, the killer was arrested.

Michelangelo

Mikey’s first reaction is shock

"Whoa, wait—someone got murdered?!"

He’s usually the carefree one, but the idea that something so dangerous happened near you?

It freaks him out more than he lets on

He tries to keep things light when you move in

“Guess you’re moving in with me then, huh? Roomies!”

But deep down, Mikey’s scared. He doesn’t know what he’d do if something happened to you

One night, after everyone else is asleep, Mikey quietly admits how scared he is

"I know I act like it’s all cool, but... I’m terrified, y'know? What if that guy comes after you next? What if I’m not fast enough to help you?"

Hearing him confess his fears hits hard

Mikey sticks close to you, always wanting to be near

He’s always checking in

“Need anything? Another pizza? Some nunchucks?”

He’ll distract you with his usual antics, but his hugs linger a little longer, and you can see the fear behind his smile

So, to calm him down, you proposed an all-night video game marathon

And it worked...

Until Master Splinter shows up and tells you off for being up so late at night

But it was worth it, because in the end, Mikey seemed to be calmer than he had been on other days.

[shehimin]

Edgaring time!

Tutorial on how to make your own responsive Edgar :D I will try to explain it in really basic terms, like you’ve never touched a puter (which if you’re making this… I’m sure you’ve touched plenty of computers amirite??? EL APLAUSO SEÑOOOREEES).

If you have some experience I tried to highlight the most important things so you won’t have to read everything, this is literally building a website but easier.

I will only show how to make him move like this:

Disclaimer: I’m a yapper.

Choosing an engine First of all you’ll need something that will allow you to display a responsive background, I used LivelyWallpaper since it’s free and open-source (we love open-source).

Choosing an IDE Next is having any IDE to make some silly code! (Unless you can rawdog code… Which would be honestly impressive and you need to slide in my DMs and we will make out) I use Visual Studio!!!

So now that we have those two things we just need to set up the structure we will use.

Project structure

We will now create our project, which I will call “Edgar”, we will include some things inside as follows:

Edgar

img (folder that will contain images) - thumbnail.png (I literally just have a png of his face :]) - [some svgs…]

face.js (script that will make him interactive)

index.html (script that structures his face!)

LivelyInfo,json (script that LivelyWallpaper uses to display your new wallpaper)

style.css (script we will use to paint him!)

All of those scripts are just literally like a “.txt” file but instead of “.txt” we use “.js”, “.html”, etc… You know? We just write stuff and tell the puter it’s in “.{language}”, nothing fancy.

index.html

Basically the way you build his silly little face! Here’s the code:

<!doctype html> <html>     <head>         <meta charset="utf-8">         <title>Face!</title>         <link rel = "stylesheet" type = "text/css" href = "style.css">     </head>     <body>         <div class="area">             <div class="face">                 <div class="eyes">                     <div class="eyeR"></div>                     <div class="eyeL"></div>                 </div>                 <div class="mouth"></div>             </div>         </div>         <script src="face.js"></script>     </body> </html>

Ok so now some of you will be thinking “Why would you use eyeR and eyeL? Just use eye!“ and you’d be right but I’m a dummy who couldn’t handle making two different instances of the same object and altering it… It’s scary but if you can do it, please please please teach me ;0;!!!

Area comes in handy to the caress function we will implement in the next module (script)! It encapsulates face.

Face just contains the elements inside, trust me it made sense but i can’t remember why…

Eyes contains each different eye, probably here because I wanted to reuse code and it did not work out and when I kept going I was too scared to restructure it.

EyeR/EyeL are the eyes! We will paint them in the “.css”.

Mouth, like the eyeR/eyeL, will be used in the “.css”.

face.js

Here I will only show how to make it so he feels you mouse on top of him! Too ashamed of how I coded the kisses… Believe me, it’s not pretty at all and so sooo repetitive…

// ######################### // ##      CONSTANTS      ## // ######################### const area = document.querySelector('.area'); const face = document.querySelector('.face'); const mouth = document.querySelector('.mouth'); const eyeL = document.querySelector('.eyeL'); const eyeR = document.querySelector('.eyeR'); // ######################### // ##     CARESS HIM      ## // ######################### // When the mouse enters the area the face will follow the mouse area.addEventListener('mousemove', (event) => {     const rect = area.getBoundingClientRect();     const x = event.clientX - rect.left;     const y = event.clientY - rect.top;     face.style.left = `${x}px`;     face.style.top = `${y}px`; }); // When the mouse leaves the area the face will return to the original position area.addEventListener('mouseout', () => {     face.style.left = '50%';     face.style.top = '50%'; });

God bless my past self for explaining it so well, but tbf it’s really simple,,

style.css

body {     padding: 0;     margin: 0;     background: #c9c368;     overflow: hidden; } .area {     width: 55vh;     height: 55vh;     position: absolute;     top: 50%;     left: 50%;     transform: translate(-50%,-50%);     background: transparent;     display: flex; } .face {     width: 55vh;     height: 55vh;     position: absolute;     top: 50%;     left: 50%;     transform: translate(-50%,-50%);     background: transparent;     display: flex;     justify-content: center;     align-items: center;     transition: 0.5s ease-out; } .mouth {     width: 75vh;     height: 70vh;     position: absolute;     bottom: 5vh;     background: transparent;     border-radius: 100%;     border: 1vh solid #000;     border-color: transparent transparent black transparent;     pointer-events: none;     animation: mouth-sad 3s 420s  forwards step-end; } .face:hover .mouth {     animation: mouth-happy 0.5s forwards; } .eyes {     position: relative;     bottom: 27%;     display: flex;   } .eyes .eyeR {     position: relative;     width: 13vh;     height: 13vh;     display: block;     background: black;     margin-right: 11vh;     border-radius: 50%;     transition: 1s ease } .face:hover .eyeR {     transform: translateY(10vh);      border-radius: 20px 100% 20px 100%; } .eyes .eyeL {     position: relative;     width: 13vh;     height: 13vh;     display: block;     background: black;     margin-left: 11vh;     border-radius: 50%;     transition: 1s ease; } .face:hover .eyeL {     transform: translateY(10vh);     border-radius: 100% 20px 100% 20px; } @keyframes mouth-happy {     0% {         background-color: transparent;         height: 70vh;         width: 75vh;     }     100% {         border-radius: 0 0 25% 25%;         transform: translateY(-10vh);     } } @keyframes mouth-sad {     12.5%{         height: 35vh;         width: 67vh;     }     25% {         height: 10vh;         width: 60vh;     }     37.5% {         width: 53vh;         border-radius: 0%;         border-bottom-color: black;     }     50% {         width: 60vh;         height: 10vh;         transform: translateY(11vh);         border-radius: 100%;         border-color: black transparent transparent transparent;     }     62.5% {         width: 64vh;         height: 20vh;         transform: translateY(21vh);     }     75% {         width: 69vh;         height: 40vh;         transform: translateY(41vh);     }     87.5% {         width: 75vh;         height: 70vh;         transform: translateY(71vh);     }     100% {         width: 77vh;         height: 90vh;         border-color: black transparent transparent transparent;         transform: translateY(91vh);     } }

I didn’t show it but this also makes it so if you don’t pay attention to him he will get sad (mouth-sad, tried to make it as accurate to the movie as possible, that’s why it’s choppy!)

The .hover is what makes him go like a creature when you hover over him, if you want to change it just… Change it! If you’d rather him always have the same expression, delete it!

Anyway, lots of easy stuff, lots of code that I didn’t reuse and I probably should’ve (the eyes!!! Can someone please tell me a way I can just… Mirror the other or something…? There must be a way!!!) So now this is when we do a thinking exercise in which you think about me as like someone who is kind of dumb and take some pity on me.

LivelyInfo.json

{   "AppVersion": "1.0.0.0",   "Title": "Edgar",   "Thumbnail": "img/thumbnail.png",   "Preview": "thumbnail.png",   "Desc": "It's me!.",   "Author": "Champagne?",   "License": "",   "Type": 1,   "FileName": "index.html" }

Easy stuff!!! 

Conclusion

This could've been a project on git but i'm not ready and we're already finished. I'm curious about how this will be seen on mobile and PC,,, i'm not one to post here.

Sorry if I rambled too much or if i didn't explain something good enough! If you have any doubts please don't hesitate to ask.

And if you add any functionality to my code or see improvements please please please tell me, or make your own post!

[krispdreemurr]

been fighting spamton again bc i realized i never finished weird route and it struck me that in addition to the power of neo and freedom motifs the motif from ghost fight, dummy!, and mad mew mew is also in there. since its spamton neo and he's a secret boss the first two make sense but the ghost motif is weird to me. my friend mentioned the casing being something like an mspaint oc that mettaton drew on the library computer which, sure. i like that idea. but if thats the case does spamton have more connection to the ghost family or am i just overthinking

no yeah that's canon, the drawing thing. swatch will talk about it after the Spamton Neo (normal) fight if you ask, talking about how a Lightner worked with them to draw it and imbued it with incredible power, but nothing ever came of it. which basically in light world terms means mettaton drew transition_goals.bmp and then immediately deleted it lol.

so yeah spamton neo is specifically tied to mettaton as a ghost, being a dream that never came to fruition and the failed attempts to reach it without the power to act on it fully. a desire to reach heaven, to be more than yourself, but a body that was incapable of anything but being anything but limited to dreams. which is a little fucked up. spamton neo is so many layers of fucked up.

[soriyafuq]

CHARACTER SHEET

Paint Dummy “untitled - Paint” she/her | ??? years old | program spirit | pixel-coded pastel mess

[ Basics ] MBTI: INFP Alignment: True Neutral Moral compass: whoever used her last Role in story: Training Dummy for Daisy Theme song: “Computer Love” but it’s glitching out halfway Voice: dial-up noises and soft sparkly jingles

[ Behavior Chart ] Kindness: ★★★★★ Intelligence: ★★☆☆☆ Humor: ★★★★☆ Sociability: ★★★☆☆ Energy: ★★★★☆ Chaos Potential: ★★★★★ Reliability: ???????????

[ Fun facts ] • They get “sleepy” if left idle too long • If you click their head, it makes the MS Paint "ding" sound • Hates being updated. Throws a tantrum when rebooted • Favorite color is "the transparent checkerboard" • Was once mistaken for a virus. Still mad about it

• They cannot speak. They can only say emoticons by drawing on the canvas. • Can only cry in pixels • Has never seen the outside of a monitor, and doesn’t want to

[ Design Notes ] • Hair = blank white space / empty canvas • Torso is the drawing window—art may randomly appear • Left leg is tools, right leg is palette • Emotion shows via window bar + cursor behavior • Not bound to one pose—window arms shift open or closed

• Charger tail—a dummy must stay charged!

• Black bow on the back of their head.

[ Stats - Click to view (jk you can’t) ]

HP: 404 Speed: 10fps Defense: depends on firewall Magic: glitch-based / artistic expression Weapon: pixelated brush, refuses to be sharpened

[wassuppeeps]

Anxiety Response Headcanons

Classifications:

Unhealthy/Damaging Response

Neutral Response

Understandable or Relief Response

Healthy Response

Good Help

Bad Help

Multiple Classifications

(I might be wrong about my analyzations lol so correct me if so, you can also ask me about my reasoning behind these classifications bc the only thing I love more than getting comments is responding to them hee hee ha ha 😊)

Gene: When he’s super overwhelmed with high stress or anxiety, he might scratch himself really hard (due to his long-undiagnosed autism, he also has small scars from doing it ever since he was younger) and his heart will also start beating painfully hard and make it tough for him to breathe properly. If he’s alone, he’ll just curl up with his head in his knees on the floor, and he might cry a little. He’ll usually just try to deal with it by himself, but if he manages to think clearly enough, he’ll remember to do at least one of these 3 things; ask for help, do something he likes (like computer chess), or grab his stress ball.

Alexander: He would constantly shake his head and ruffle his own hair really fast and hard, and also bite his fingernails along with panicky pacing back and forth. If it’s REALLY bad he might hit himself or something hard, or just sit down and/or curl up into a ball, kinda like Gene.

Twinkle: She would land on the ground (this is healthy bc fluttering her wings adds a bit to her heart rate and that’s the last thing she needs during a panic attack) and start hyperventilating and tearing up, and of course slowly lose her magic power. A cute sight, a big hug, or a good cup of tea should calm her down.

Ruby: She would freeze up and she would tremble slightly, not very visibly (bc she tries to stay still and not show weakness) but you could tell if you looked at her shaky hands. Her face twitches slightly, and she also sweats and her hands become clammy. If it gets REALLY bad, she might pull some dead hair out.

Alien: His ears would basically do what cat ears do when he feels threatened; bend backward, not floppy but not straight up, right in between, he would also growl a lot and be very tense, primed to pounce (also like a cat). lol this whole part ended up in his colors-

Sir Ulf: His heart rate would increase and start to hurt, and he would sweat… Then he’d lay down for a while, bc aside from a good hug, a small rest usually gets rid of it.

Sir Garroth: The only way you’d even notice is because his pupils contract and he’d sweat a bit. That’s literally it, bc he’s so good at hiding his vulnerabilities. He won’t even retreat to deal with it behind a closed door… He’ll stay in the same spot for as long as he feels he has to, and the longer he forces himself through it, the worse he’ll have to deal with in private when he finally gets a moment to himself….

Sir Archibald: He will immediately run away from whatever started it (which is actually a pretty good tactic of dealing with anxiety, first things first get tf away from whatever’s bothering you) and find a quiet spot to calm down, he might cry for a while, then he’ll regulate his breathing, then he’ll stay there for however long he still needs to, and then get up and jump back into it. (ngl he probably has the healthiest anxiety response out of everyone here bc he’s so used to it)

The Black Baron: Yes, him too. Everyone gets uneasy or freaks out sometimes, even cocky, gay-coded little bastards like this guy. He often fears that not only will his plans not work, but they’ll go horribly wrong and get him caught (or oofed) someday, however he hates feeling weak so he drowns his troubles in alcohol, specifically his favorite red wine (that he does not pay for and just steals straight from the shop lol).

Rhypan: (this is how I spell it so don’t come at me with no “akshually 🤓”) He also hates feeling weak bc it’s the same feeling he got whenever his father yelled at him and beat him so he’ll go ham on the training dummies and then maybe read a nice book. (again, may be one of the healthier anxiety responses here…)

Definitely doing more of these lol (even though color-coding this was a nightmare…. Pls don’t let this flop I spent so much time on this ☹️)

[lianaloverr]

I hate you, right?*: ･ﾟ

(ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

Yes she’s back! With a part 2! After a year…

Summary: You go over Alex’s house to do the project, but other things end up happening..

Warnings: no fluff surprisingly😲, dirty talk, mentions of intercourse, pet names (baby, sweetheart, amor, princess), Alex is dominant😝😜 , y’all i did not proofread this (update:i did, shouldn’t be any bugs!)

Word count: 1k+

“”You know your really something yea? How we get here so damn fast.”

*THE WEEKEND*

New text from: Alex🙄

hey, we still working on the project?

you: no but i’m coming over anyway

aw come on baby, your gonna have to get used to it

you: don’t call me that

call you what, baby?

you: oh my god i can see your smirk through the screen

can you now?😏

you: send me the address you dummy

since you asked so nicely princess..

(ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

“Thanks for dropping me off mom! i’ll be done at around 10!” I say when I pull up at Alex’s house. “Of course honey! see you later!” I waved as she pulled out of the driveway to make her way back home. An audible groan escapes from my mouth has you look at the house. Well, I have no choice, is what I think as I start walking up to the door.

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One knock on the door was all it took until it opened. “Well, isn’t it my favorite girl?” the boy said in front of me. dammit he needs to stop calling me that, it makes me feel some type of way. I can’t explain it. “Oh, i’m your favorite? i’m flattered!” I say sarcastically, “okay cut the crap. Where are we setting up?” I asked curiously. “We can go to my room, just follow me.” he says as he walk around the corridor and toward the stairs. As I close the door and follow him, you look around the places I’m passing. The living room, kitchen and I see pictures all across the walls. Pictures of Alex, and his family. huh, he doesn’t look like a complete a-hole in these pictures. He actually looks sweet and a good boy in them. ew, good boy? What is wrong with me.

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“Here is mi casa.” Alex says to me while turning to face mine. “Wow, it’s a wreck. Have you ever heard of cleaning?” I say joking, knowing that will work up his nerves. “You sure know what to say huh? One day i’ll shut up that pretty mouth of yours.” he mumbles that last part. “I’m sorry what did you say?” I asked, but I already knew. “You heard me, baby. I’ll shut up that pretty mouth of yours by pushing my cock inside your mouth.” I didn’t say anything, I just stood there, motionless. “Don’t know what to say princess? Did I work you up?” he says stepping closer, when I step back it makes me hit my back against the door, causing me to stop walking. “What are you doing?” “What do you mean sweetheart, I’m not doing anything.” he says, oh what is he doing? Even though I hated him with a passion, i’ve always had a foreign feeling about him too. It was sort of euphoric state of mind, like I hated him but I also had fantasies about him too. “What do you want baby? tell me and I might give it to you.” he whispers in your ear, breathing on your neck while doing so. “What are you talking about?” I try to sound confident but fail as a whimper falls on my lips when i feel his touch on my waist. “Just say the words baby.” “Please..” I said. “Please what, sweetheart?” he says. “please, I need you.” I mew, eagerly. “aww, is that what my baby wants? the be screwed over while screaming and begging for more?” he says coldy. “Yes, that’s what i want. Please!” I basically shout, I can’t do this anymore. “Well that’s to bad isn’t it? Come on we have a project to work on.” he’s says while pushing off of you and going to sit in his chair and getting on his computer.

(ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

What.The.Hell. I stood there in shock. Did he really just make me beg and when to sit down? This is so frustrating yet intriguing at the same time. I like to be teased, now that I think about it, Alex has all the qualities I want in a boyfriend. If it wasn’t just the way he was it would be fine. “Are you just gonna stand there or are we gonna work on this project?” he asked, looking up at you. “Don’t rush me. What was that?” you said, asking a question back. “What was what Sweetheart?” he says, looking at you smirking. He knew what he’s doing and he knew it was getting to me. But I weren’t gonna have it. “Nevermind.”

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It’s 10 now. Me and alex have been working for the past 2 hours. “You know, you not as dumb as I thought you were.” Alex says to me. “Why are you lying? I won the science fair in 6th grade and you were runner up.” I smirked in his face knowing he didn’t forget that. “Okay that voting was rigged!” he shouts, half-joking. “Okay dude, that was 6 years ago get over it.” I say laughing and he just laughs with me. This is actually much nicer than all the bickering. “I should go home, it’s getting late.” I tell him. “Aw, do you really have to go home? Why can’t you just stay the night?” stay the night? He gotta be going crazy.

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“Stay the night? Since when did you like me enough to let me stay the night?” I ask. “I’ve always liked you princess.” oh wow. “Oh my god stop calling me that!” You half yell in frustration. “Why princess?” “Because you know what you’re doing!” I say, looking directly at him. “And what exactly is that?” he said smirking while looking at my body up and down. “You know what? Forget it, i’m calling my mom.” “What? amor, I was just kidding! Don’t call your mom, stay here it’s too late anyway.” he walks in front of me. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea. What would your mom say, what would mine say?” “My mom’s out of town for the week, it’s just me. You can just tell your mom you’re staying over a friend’s house.” “mm I don’t know Alex..” I say hesitantly. “Please amor?” he begged, looking at me with desperation in his eyes. “Fine. But this is the only time!”

(ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*: ･ﾟฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ(ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

Y’all. I know, it’s been a year since I wrote part oen. But y’all deserve it, it’s been a year😭 I fear I cooked(i’m actually cooked 🤓☝🏽). Part 1 is def getting a revamp. I read over it and was like “what possessed me to write this” so that’s getting reworked, also y’all are getting a part 3 and maybe even a part 4 and 5???😳

Sorry @kalihq003 for making you wait for part 2😭 here it is

(literally had to make my own sparkly thingy bc i couldn’t find any😭)

[missmarveledsblog]

I gotcha cap ( Steve Rogers x Reader ) part two

Summary: the lessons seemly are helping not only the caps texting and computer us but his feelings for his mentor grow even more than they had .

Warning: fluffy , slight jealousy little angst , mutual pining idiots in love , steves a dummy

previous part

It was coming to an end, he could sense it and he cursed himself for actually learning. He could do more on the computer than just his reports, he could now do Zoom meetings and just basic things that made his life feel somewhat easier, somewhat integrated into the new world for the first time since coming out of the ice. Made life easier too when he wanted paint and art supplies he could do it himself. When he was confused about references or pop culture he could use Google a lot more easily. When he googled himself well that was fascinating but also terrifying. It was all wonderful like a new part of life unlocked yet in the same frame it meant the lesson would end and he and y/n wouldn't spend that time together anymore.

The other side of the compound unbeknownst to Steve , She was standing in the lab thinking the same thing. She enjoyed the lessons, and the proximity of his presence filled her head. Every little touch and conversation would make her heart beat a little faster, she was so proud of her composer because a couple of times she was convinced that she was going to swoon and fall to the ground. When he smiled at her, the way his blue eyes sparkled she would have a battle with herself to keep it together.

" earth to y/n " bruce chuckled making her jump slightly.

" sorry bruce i was ..."

" daydreaming about capcicle " tony cut in .

"I was not, I was thinking of how crappy your formula is " She nodded to the whiteboard . " its so wrong and insulting to look at, in fact, I don't wanna be in the same room til you sort yourself out " she stomped off leaving the two men staring confused and bewildered at the outbursted .

" you know she not wrong " Bruce spoke up after a beat of silence .

Maybe she was losing it, the crazy gene passed to her and now she was heading to the land of grippy socks and a white padded room. Walking into the kitchen there he stood the man who would not get out of her head that he at this rate should have been paying rent. Standing at the counter while a recruit was giggling and twirling her hair in her dumb fingers and batting her clumpy lashes up at the man.

" no recruits in the main part of compound " was all she got out of her mouth making the other womans eyes roll.

" oh I thought that was a joke " she giggled patting Steve's chest now it y/n turn to roll her eyes.

" well it's not back to the gym or recruit building" she began .

" your not my boss , your barely even an avenger " she scoffed.

"I'm your superior so I kinda am your boss soo " .

"Steve doesn't mind me being here do you Steve? plus superior or not im older than you" .

" you really shouldnt be in here " he agreed making her pout .

" wanna go out with me then " she said making y/n choke on her water.

" erm ok we can go the gym later but you should go " he nodded no getting what the woman was hinting at.

" i'll text ya " the woman hips swayed out of the kitchen not that he even noticed.

" oh you gave her your number ?" y/n asked feeling her throat drying up even as she drank her drink .

" yeah she gave me her number so we could meet up for training " he shrugged . " so when you wanna do the lesson this week" .

"We're both free on Thursday, we can even cafe that just opened say one " she mused playing it nonchalantly as she walked out nearly bumping into Bucky and Sam.

" yeah thursday at one" he beamed .

" see ya then" She ran off a little better about the whole thing .

" please tell me you finally made a move ? " buckys face lit up .

" what no were gonna do the computer thing" he sighed .

" in a cafe just you two ?" sam quirked his brow.

" yeah another lesson no biggy " he shrugged.

" a perfect time to do just what i said and make a move punk ".

" what if she says no jerk then it's just gonna be awkward as hell " .

" what if she says yes and you finally get what you want for once ?" .

" i hate to say it but bird brain is right " bucky playful pushed his friend .

" of course I'm right just like was about strange" Sam nodded as Bucky groaned.

" what about strange?" steves brows furrowed .

" please dont ask him about that" bucky pleaded .

" that strange is a wizard " sam said confidently.

" strange is a sorcerer?" steves head tilt to the side walking to exit .

" a sorcerer is just a wizard without a hat think about it ".

" that actually makes sense " steve nodded for leaving completely.

" HA I told you ".

" you have got to be kidding me " .

Steve couldn't stop thinking about it even while he trained this new Jessica, he wondered why she was even there, as she seemed more into talking than actually training which confused him more than anything. But then again stranger things had happened like Tony Stark walking into the gym looking smug and cocky as usual .

" rogers the man I was looking for" he clapped . " here for your date on Thursday pick her up in this " he smirked throwing the keys.

" you have a date ?" the girl huffed.

" its not a date tony " steve sighed . " how you here about it ?" .

" well ice age make it one , good god you need to stop doing this tip toeing act am i right whatever your name is ?" tony waved .

" I'm meeting her there so i don't need these " steve shook his head .

" take her to see the stars or something after i dont know woo her god damn it" tony chuckled . "anyways by , nice room " he called heading out the door.

Jessica was standing trying to contain her discomfort  about the slight chance he was going on a date .  that would mean all of her work would be for nothing .  she needed to do this , she needed to hook a big fish like steve rogers . she would have a world of opportunities land at her feet . she needed to get steve rogers in her bed , into her life and on her arm . she wouldnt have to slum  it out as a lousy shield agent  that was for sure , so she thought quick and on the spot .  turning her back and bursting into tears . 

“hey whats wrong? “ he said softly , leading her over to the bench  handing her some napkins. 

“ i gonna disappoint you , you've been training with me for nothing, i'm going to be kicked out of the programme, I am no good “ she cried out. 

 “ hey hey that not gonna happened look we all need room for improvement and i can help you out when you friend next “  he smiled uneasy not knowing really what to do . 

“ thursday  , i can come before your date and finish before it too, “ she sniffled pleadingly . 

“ Ok we can do it  before I leave and I can show you where you need to strengthen up ok , just keep your head up you can do this and I'll  help “ he held his hand out only for her to hug him   and spew “thank you” multiple times . 

She shouldn't be this excited. It wasn't a date but still it kinda felt like one at the same time. The last one was presentations and planning designs which wouldn't be too hard . but she also thought maybe she would let him know her feelings.  she had a sense it would be returned but in the same sense it was still so scary.   heading out her room looking at her phone seeing it was only 10 am . so killing time in the lab till then wouldn't  hurt .  Then she seen steve and same agent walking to the gym that made her stomach twist and jealousy  rising up even when the agent looked right at her, almost sneering . 

“ hey we still on ?” she called, making steve turn smiling brightly. 

“ of course at 1 o'clock  , I'll  meet you there “. 

“ See you then “ she  headed off to the lab  excited and nervous all at once . 

She had to be smart about this. She wouldn't let him go  and then her plan would be ruined , then she'd  be stuck in a low position.  so when it was eleven o clock  she went to the bench pretending to get a drink checking , turning his phone off and stopping her phone time at 10:30 so if he asked she could show him he still had a lot of time left  and  as far of  shot it worked she kept him there longer  and laughing joking , even made it fun for both of them not caring that y/n was waiting for  steve somewhere .   even getting the man to loosening up and joke around .   that was till it came crashing down . 

“ please do not tell me you've  been here all day “ bucky walking in wide eyed. 

“ what its only 11 i still got time” .

“ punk please tell me your joking , it 5 pm” . 

“ wait what no it can't  be “ he ran to his phone . “ Why is this off “ he hissed as Bucky looked straight at Jessica, her eyes  shifting around the room . “ no no this can't be happening “ steve eyes seeing all the  notification coming in. 

“ why was his phone off “ Bucky stood, crossing his arms . 

“ I must of accidently done it when  i was checking the time “ she laughed nervously. 

“ But your phone ?” Steve looked over. 

“ oh shit must be broken, no big deal, “ she winced . 

“  what are you doing standing here go find Y/n and pray she forgives your ass “ bucky snapped making steve run off. “From now on your train with Natasha , i wouldn't get excited she is very fond of y/n” bucky growled as the agent gulped. 

She wanted to crawl in a hole and never get out of it again . she felt her stomach twist and turn each minute , each missed call and unanswered text .  She stayed two and half hours looking at each time the door opened . til it got too much and she left heading to a bar down the road and drowning her sorrows and embarrassment til even that was sad.  it was five thirty , she felt like a fool , an idiot to even think she had a chance , even a shot with the big bad captain america .  She didn't  know whether to laugh , cry or punch someone , maybe she could go crazy and do  the three .  singing slightly as she walked down the hall down to her room just to see the man she really didn't want to .  sitting on the ground with his back to the door. 

“ hope you werent waiting long cap trust i know what a pain that can be” she laughed words slurring slightly maybe she was more drunk that tipsy. 

“ y/n i am sorry  i didn't mean to lose track of time i was training jessica and …”. 

“ And I waited like a loser at the cafe while you and bitchy tits played with each other. Ha great well good to see you and bye “ she pushed her door open and closed. “ fuck off captain rogers  i dont wanna talk to you im mad and sad at you , i though you like me too “ she yelled clicking the lock and plugging her phone into the speaker  drowning out anything he could say.  it was useless he knew it but he still was hung on  her words. 

“I do like you, I love you “ he whispered heading down to his room and wondering how he could be so stupid, how he could wreck it before it could even start

next part

[kings-highway]

Hiya King! I’ve been making my way through a bunch of your fics recently (they are so good!!) I was wondering about your writing habits. How often do you write? Do you have writing exercises you do or do you mostly just work on fanfiction? How long have you been writing for? I am loving all the stuff of yours that I have read so far, so thank you for posting them~ (hope this wasn’t too many questions lol)

Hiya!!!!! Absolutely A-ok not too many questions at all I love answering questions so much!! I'll try not to ramble on forever and ever in my answer.

1. "How often I write" is a little hard to pin down. First, I need to explain that I have a desk job and I cover night shifts, so I actually do a lot of my writing in the downtime at work (sanctioned by my managers everything is ok it's permitted.) So due to being trapped at a computer screen and keyboard and not being able to leave for multiple hours, I tend to write... a lot more than I might on average. (Pretty sure this is the only reason I did any of the readings for degree ontime lmao). Typically, I am an all-or-nothing writer. If I have a free day, either the whole day is writing, or I don't even look at the document. I sort of go where the muse takes me in that way, which I know doesn't help for taking ideas for your own writing schedule, but it's the truth. I try not to be afraid of the long-quiet periods of writing, I always eventually get back to it.

2. Writing exercises? Fanfiction is my writing exercise! No, for real! Due to the relatively recent boom in people engaging with me and getting to play the role of the fanfiction author more and more it's sort of changing, but the reality is, I consider myself a writer outside of fanfiction more than I do any of my fanfic creations. Fanfiction has always been a writing exercise for me - original worldbuilding, original characters, original everything can be a lot of work, and I've found that writing fanfiction helps me crack out of some of my bad habits. Focus instead on stories, the actual beat and rhythm of my writing, foreshadowing and the actual prose. Of course, in some of my... newer works, my AUs and more fantasy ones this isn't as applicable (The End feels almost more like a standard original novel in terms of work for writing) BUT for me, fanfiction is "easy" - I don't have to decide how the characters act. Their personalities are already set - I don't have to decide the worldbuilding (usually), that was already decided. All I have to do is play in someone else's sandbox, so what's left is the foundational skills. If you can master writing in character for someone else's character, your ability to identify your own character's voices, what is needed to make someone sound different and unique from the other characters, how different archetypes fit together, it all becomes easier. And it frees up my brainpower to focus on playing with formatting techniques, and telling different stories, and learning what works and what doesn't when it comes to dialogue, scene setting. It's all in service of learning the trade. Hence why all my fanfiction is Haikyuu lmao... This isnt my natural writing state, I don't want to write for every single fandom I come across. Daichi has just become written equivalent of a crash test dummy for me. but a very important one - writing fanfiction got me out of a 2.5 year writing slump in which I basically never opened a page at all! So while it is very special to me, I tend to write fanfiction as a way of scrubbing my brain between original projects and to practice my skills rather than considering it my best writing. Hence why my fanfiction is almost entirely unedited. I ain't practicing those skills lmao. Otherwise... no other exercises. Writing with a buddy is always fun though. See who can get the most words done in however long.

3. "How long have I been writing" - literally, truly, genuinely, as long as I can remember. I don't say this like most people do, when they say "oh I've been writing/drawing/playing my whole life" when they really have just been casually interested and only started really trying recently - I have been writing my whole life. One of my earliest memories is of creating a stapled picture book I hand drew and writing that was a fairytale about me, my brother and my dad going on a fantasy adventure. I kept stapled pages of handwritten novels in my desk drawer - I used to get permission from my 3-5th grade teachers to skip recess and lunch and go down to the computer lab and work on a novel instead of going outside (got all my friends doing it too!), I finished my first 30k novel when I was twelve on my mother's work-assigned laptop (it was Warriors fanfiction.) I remember when my brother taught me when and how to do paragraph breaks, I remember him saying he wanted to write a novel and me going "that sounds so cool" and then never ever moving on even after he did. I could wax poetic about how writing is like air to me, and has been the only thing I have never doubted about myself in my life. Or, I could just admit that I'm a writing Nepobaby because my dad's worked in TV and Film as a writer and editor for pretty much his whole life so from the moment I started telling stories I've had the absolute best teacher and guide to bounce ideas off of for themes, story beats, plot structures. :p Anyway like a solid 2 decades at minimum.

Anyway thank you so so so so much for reading and liking my stuff, I hope this was satisfactory for answering questions even though I did end up going on and on. Thank you! Mentally giving you a nice soft-baked cookie of your flavour preference :) 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

xx

[ratsplendor]

I'm in some kind of raw and unwell state rn so fuck it: writing up my notes on the Objectophile Ford x AI Fidds AU that haunts my dreams. basic premise is that Fidds dies when he goes through the portal, but has backed up his consciousness digitally somehow out of paranoia + fear, so now Ford is dealing with grieving him (sorta), hiding a dead body, figuring out where to house the artificial McGucket, and also Bill.

general warning for suggestive text + corpse shenanigans below.

so imagine you're Ford and during your portal test, your best friend + QPP has been accidentally sucked through, comes out and spouts some crazy shit, and then dies in your arms immediately. of all the things you have in this goddamn lab, an AED is not one of them. hysterical, poorly-applied CPR ensues; it wouldn't have worked anyway; oh God What Have You Done.

thru all of this Bill is trying to get Ford's attention but he's blocked him out, all Ford can focus on is his grief + guilt + refusal to believe this is the end--wait, hadn't he made fun of Fidds just the other day for backing up his consciousness to a hard drive?

it's a black box. a bit of a Schrodinger conundrum. Fidds was always too scared to activate it while he was alive because he was terrified they'd diverge in an uncontrollable way and a variety of ethical and moral quandaries/existential questions would ensue. so whether the backup is truly Fidds, or whether it's even an independent consciousness at all, Ford doesn't know.

so the issue is that Ford isn't the computer guy, Fidds was. he doesn't really know much about data storage, much less the type of libraries necessary to host a consciousness. his first attempt is to plug Fidds 2.0 into the dummy they were going to send through, as it's equipped with a robust-enough suite of data collection and storage, designed to record information about the other side. it's like digital claustrophobia. F2.0 panics, there's not enough room in here, overloads the dummy, and prompts a small explosion. some data was lost in the process but nobody knows how much.

ok. F2.0 had too much BDE for a mannequin. Ford has to now build a system that can unpack the drive, and Fidds's help would be so appreciated here...irony. Ford just about works himself into a state of panicked dissociation over how much he doesn't know what to do and can't do this alone, at which point Bill realizes this guy is no use to him frantic and gives the suggestion that, hey, isn't the lab just one big computer in a way? and hadn't they overdone the data storage, just to ensure they could collate information from multiple portal tests over time?

(realism time-out: based on even our rudimentary neural networks today, absolutely zero shot that they had the room to house an actual indexed consciousness in full. HOWEVER, consider: cartoon logic + Fidds can do whatever he wants forever. i'm talking encoding himself as a Mandelbrot set, which, despite its infinite ability to fractal, is created out of only a very small chunk of data.)

"I should save at least the head," Ford thinks to himself (in re: Fidds's dead body). "Perhaps I can wire it into the system so he can at least use his own voice somehow." go to sleep man you are losing it.

it's cold enough on the portal floor that the body should probably be fine. mostly. you know, relatively speaking. whatever!

Bill, meanwhile, is thinking of ways he can encode himself as a computer virus and supersede Fidds once Fidds has re-indexed the lab system to support an intelligent consciousness.

Ford is gonna take Bill's suggestion because it's the only good one and he's not the computer guy. HOWEVER. hang on a fuckin second. Bill killed Fidds. This whole thing was his idea--he probably had some way to know this was a possibility, and he didn't say anything.

so he takes a sledgehammer to some very important parts. this frees up more processing power for Fidds 2.0 anyway, but also has the effect of Pissing Bill The Hell Off.

anyway. he uploads his best friend and then hunches in a shuddering trauma-puddle on the floor, trying to stay awake so Bill can't get in.

plot stuff. Fidds is even better with computers when he IS a computer. he can use old videos of himself to deepfake his side of the conversation on a monitor. neat!

oh hey buddy uh. it turns out that migrating a neural-input-based consciousness to a hardwired system causes some, er...funny effects. yeah when you touch the wires he can feel that.

Ford, who didn't really Get what was so exciting about sex or other people's bodies before, is starting to come to the realization that now that Fidds is a computer, he's Very Turned On.

mmmmmm oh my god cable management. hello. cables he can wind through all six fingers. the static display where Fidds usually projects his avatar or whatever is just looping incomprehensible binary, the computer equivalent of a moan. haha sorry totally didn't know that would happen and won't do it again--

gay (?) chicken ensues. is it socially acceptable, Ford wonders, to say, "Hey, i found your human living form unattractive and sexless, but now that you're dead (in part because i didn't listen to you) and confined to a supercomputer, I'm into you"? no, surely not; far more sensible to come up with more and more reasons to re-solder those ports in juuuust the right ways and pretend he doesn't notice why the system's overloading.

there is only one way this ends: probably Ford passing out in his own cum in a mass of cables. yeah. that's a good image. or Fidds getting fed up and starting to project his avatar naked and writhing sexually until he's forced to say something. a USB drive is just an angel you can fuck. etc etc

oh yeah, Bill. Ford basically uses Project Mentem to project himself into the system (not for long as this uses up a lot of processing power) and they all have a Scott Pilgrim-esque fight in which Bill loses. get axolotl'd, idiot.

and they live happily ever after in their weird little man:machine interface situationship. and probably confront many existential questions about the nature of consciousness and whether Fidds 2.0 is the same person or not. whatever. fuck you.

[gabbbyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy]

Dagda Crom Cruach headcanons(REMADE)

HCS BELOW!!

Headcanon Voice: Edgar the Computer (Electric Dreams) (Skip to 9:15)

Age: 152 (76 years old in human years, mentally in his thirties)

Any Prns, (primarily he/him, they/them, or just ‘It’)

-Dagda is an accidental muse. When Agriculture began to pop off in the 1800s, Dagda Crom Cruach was born as the physical embodiment of the sorrows and fears the average farmer has. Farmers nationwide have reports of experiencing nightmares about a weird scarecrow doing unruly acts at their barnhouses—such as eating and killing crops, and livestock. What’s worse? It’s always déjà rêvé. Implying that Dagda has some sort of connection to the real world as well, being able to simulate damages in both the dream, and real world.

-and by “accidental”…Way back in 1908, when the Astral Circle was still fresh out the oven, Zoth and Chaugnar had a little mishap while attempting to summon a powerful, outer god (at Yan Luo’s order) and ended up summoning. This little jackass scarecrow with little to no idea what’s going on. They couldn’t exile him due to his erratic, and oddly helpful nature. They just gave up, and decided to keep him around, given how they needed a few extra helping hands around the circle.

-Shortest Nightmare of the batch, standing tall at exactly 4’5. (134cm). He weighs around 30-50 ibs, making him slightly heavier than the average Scarecrow.

-Basically the contrary to his human counterpart (Alf); Loud, energetic, cheerful, hyper, insufferable, reckless. And probably a psychopath to put salt on the wound.

-He only ever gets serious when something really bad happens. It’s a considerably worse sight to behold than his usual shenanigans.

-Dagda wields a comically large Scythe as a weapon. He doesn’t carry it around willy nilly, but rather only uses it either during his work as a soul scarecrow, to make himself appear more threatening to the spirits—in the human realm, to “harvest” (steal) crops and livestock from the real world—or for actual combat, which. DAMNNN! The scythe is twice his size, mind you, and is probably heavy as hell…take what you will from that alone.

-When not roaming around and terrorizing farmers in the mortal world, he scares off stray souls that trespass in the Nightmare Realm…It’s not very affective as a job, in comparison to everyone else in the Astral Circle, but it’s something!

-Has only two sticks holding him up, and are connected to his body VIA rope. acting as wooden legs that he uses to get around. The rope used to tie him onto the sticks has an extended end, which can move on its own, acting as a tail. It wags when he’s excited.

-He has many pet crows! But they aren’t allowed in the astral circle for…many reasons. Mainly pertaining to incidents regarding said crows, and his colleagues. (Specifically Xezbet, Ishtar, Shub, and Izanami.)

-Speaking of him and Izanami Yomi: Izanami, after moving in (est. 1949) didn’t acknowledge Dagda’s existence until around a week later, during said week, she simply assumed Dagda was a doll of sorts, and would just keep him around with other dolls that she had (i hc her to be a doll collector, outside of her job as a face deformer). Many complaints were filed the day she discovered that her new ‘ragdoll’ was sentient, real nightmare.

-(inspired by @core-bagg‘s hc), Dagda is the “punching bag” or “stress doll” of the Astral Circle, As painful and burdening as it sounds, Dagda really doesn’t care. In fact, he actually enjoys it quite a bit. He has a rather abnormal reaction to Pain, which causes him to crave it rather than the inverse (cough cough masochist cough). Examples are, but not limited to:

Abducius, Barbatos, and Exael will occasionally use him as a sort of “test dummy/target” for their weaponry and such before actually utilizing it in their respective works. They always remember to stitch him back up together afterwards…

In terms of his relationship with the Nightmare Clown, he lost against him in every single one of their games together, and considering what he does to his victims…(minus the eating part obv)…yep. You can tell Dagda likes him a lot.

Izanami CAN AND COULD use Dagda as a sort of mannequin to practice her deforming skills on…but she doesn’t have the guts to, considering his odd resemblance to one of her favorite things. (dolls), she still hasn’t gotten over it.

Same goes for Teutates, but it’s a no-go for both parties. Teutates finds the fact that Dagda’s just rags and stuffing boring, and wants to focus on annihilating more organic things, and Dagda—despite being a sucker for pain—doesn’t want TOO many of his seams torn..

-His body can generate heat, as well as, without any assistance, catch on fire. This headcanon is based on the tradition of setting Scarecrows on fire to banish ill fortune. He’d do this to either garner attention, or scare off even more souls.

-Pertaining to the last headcanon, Dagda is also a Pyromaniac. He nearly made the Astral Circle go skadoosh because he snuck in during a ritual and started fucking around with candles n stuff. This is why Zoth and Chaugnar don’t like him.

-Arsonist behavior and all aside, in terms of his body generating heat, he ignites a medium-sized, non-spreading fire inside of him, specifically in his stomach area, which heats his body up. He does this a lot during the winter/cold days in the Astral Realm. He lets those without heat snuggle up to him. He’s just a doll <3 (this doesn’t burn or damage him in any way)

-Dagda’s innards are a blend between cotton (the type used in plushies specifically), hay/straw (same material used for scarecrows, obviously), and ash.

-His diet consists of raw Vegetables and meat. Specifically fresh, and stolen out from farms. His favorite foods are Candy Apples and Donuts, which he constantly gets told off by other Nightmares for eating. Is stealing these sweets risky? Yes. Does he care? No. Yan Luo does + will probably smack him upside the head for it, but he could give any less of a damn.

-Considering his “diet”, many are left wondering: ‘how does he digest food?’ And it’s simple. With the fact he can set moderate, non-damaging fires off inside of his body, he simply burns everything he ate inside of him, like a little cremation device, until it’s nothing but ash. The remaining ash just stays there until it’s able to be used once more.

-He doesn’t have any vital organs, other than lungs. These aren’t affected by his internal fireplace, and are basically just. There. For some reason. (I needed to make an excuse for the “breathing” in his idle animation)

-Dagda also takes orders/does chores for Yan Luo aside from his assigned duties; such as doing errands, gathering materials and whatnot. He doesn’t get assigned them too much considering how easily he gets distracted, and will probably go fuck off and do something else if he gets bored/sees something else to do.

-May or may not be related to Orcus, possibly a cousin, or long lost brother. Neither parties have realized this, but it’s definitely been the topic of discussion in the Astral Circle.

-Semi-nocturnal + usually goes to sleep @ what would be around 12PM, and usually wakes up at like. 7PM or an hour earlier. When he sleeps, he goes limp, and his eyes basically go hollow, causing him to look like a corpse, or a doll. He’d either sleep slumped over on the floor, or standing up, in Scarecrow position. He’s a deep sleeper.

-Has a strange obsession with Anthropology, and the concept of Mortality, and how the Mortals (Real world people/humans) go on about their day, their lives, motives, their mere existence thrills him, in an almost sick way—Considering his job being to deal with the damned souls of said mortals. He’d sometimes even smuggle in some souls just to interrogate them on their past lives as humans, just for some sick kicks.

-Met his human counterpart, Alf Cappuccin, once in a dream. He Tormented him + made him super late for a court hearing (and probably also made him have an identity crisis). He leaves little signs and objects around for Alf and his wife to see, just to fuck with them a bit from time to time.

-Dagda can communicate with dolls and toys, considering he…technically is one, to some degree… (he has long, extensive, vulgar arguments with the other mfs in Izanami’s doll collection. The Beef goes insane)

-His relationship with a certain Neighbor (Xezbet) Isn’t too good…Considering how his job as a Soul Scarecrow was meant to drive Souls away….and how Xezbet, a Soul Eater, eats souls…it ends up having the Souls get away, and Xezbet to get angry that Dagda let his lunch go to waste…they’ll probably warm up to eachother somehow…probably…

-Dagda has met Henry before. He bit his finger and gave him Formidophobia :[

-An absolute sucker for physical affection. Despite being a Scarecrow—something made to stand around senselessly with no purpose other than to be feared, He longs touch, any kind. Praise? Belittlement? Doesn’t matter. He’s like a lovesick puppy. Mindlessly devoting himself to anything and anyone who even slightly thinks higher (or lower, he doesn’t care) of him.

-The rope slung around his shoulders/neck area can be used for many things, It can…

be adjusted and worn like a tie (formally), he’d probably do this to mock humans and their fashion.

He can take it off and use it as a lasso (rarely) to catch things…he probably learned this from eavesdropping on farmers worldwide, during his time on the mortal realm

he can tighten it up and use it as a harness to hang and spy from above, except whenever he does do this, he looks like a sagging corpse. Not a very pleasant sight.

…a leash. Mhm. I’ll leave you at that.

-Regarding the Tie, Leash and “Harness” parts. Yes, this does suffocate and hurt him. Does he care? No. Does this pain stop him from doing this? Absolutely not. Lil bro does not care, worse has happened to him

[howlingmod]

hi there hi there :3 I dee kay if I've slunk into your dms yettt....but Hi hi I'm here !!! I've scrolled thru your computer!Killer! reader and honestly. Honestly I don't personally look at guest x reader stuff a lot but yours just has me coming back every so often and just doing a little sad face when I see it hasn't been update /aff I genuinely think the twist you gave to the computer!Killer! reader is just such a fun little thing, like I genuinely cannot put this any other way; I adore with all my heart the effort that you put into computer!Killer! reader its so totally coolMAXXING (did I do that right :D??) Anyways uhhhm, I had a little idea for computer!Killer! reader's functionality since you mentioned that they'd have a secondary body, or semi controllable smaller forms (like 1x1's minions I suppose?) I personally prefer the secondary body one because I have this cool idea :3 Basically, computer!Killer! reader's body is sort of like king's mech (forsaken/combat-initiation) but it's smaller, more light-weight and faster. C!K! reader relies more on speed and the element of surprise than full on frontal attacks, though they do have a program that activates within the last minute of a round that gives them a permanent +10 damage dealt on all their attacks.... Also another cool thing would be if c!K! reader was a chip damage killer? Like with c00lkidd's burning status, they'd inflict something called [NANOBOTS] which would have connections back to the move-sets properly determined by their abilities....gawh sorry I'm yammering.... (this is loosely based around an OC of mine who's just made entirely of code, so forgive me for the rambling 😭) ANYWAYS TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF AND WHATEVER!!! -🟦🟪🦈

ouhhh im such a fan of that idea actually .... really enjoy thinking about what kinda forms theyd take, ive got two main camps of thought:

A) decoy animals

-it looks creepy

-a lot of decoy animals are prey animals and i just think reader would love seeing how people would react to such familiar, nonthreatening creatures being the one to hunt them for a change.

-id imagine reader wouldnt take too much pleasure in "lowering themselves" to look like a human. its bad enough dealing with so many of them running around like helpless field mice, much less be trapped in such an imperfect body.

B) dummies

-plays into their theming (ie. how you can code dummies to perform certain actions in sutido)

-would definitely look unnerving if there's just a few of them sitting around ready to burst into action

-while they might not like pretending to be one, it gives them a good look at just how poorly the survivors would be able to fend eachother off, should the moment ever arise. like watching birds throttle to the ground, hopeless against their inevitable destination

-could be freaky. do i mean in the way that they could be affectionate with guest in more human, familiar ways just to watch him melt and squirm or do i mean that they dress up their dummies like old victims, missing scientists and armored guards alike. i dunno.

in either scenario id imagine theyd have a few different ones to toggle through, probably just switching consciousness between a few different forms, leaving the others to wander blindly or stand in wait to be activated

[skylarmoon71]

Harry Wells Earth 2 (Flash) - Extra 1

Note: Apologies if I posted this already, I couldn't remember lol. Enjoy!

Learning that you have meta abilities, especially ones that are similar to Central City's greatest hero is a lot to swallow.

Barry was very grateful to you for restoring his speed back to its neutral state. You had to admit it felt nice to help the Flash.

Although you couldn't exactly tell anyone about your little superhero team up, knowing that you made such a difference was enough.

"I know it might be too much to just expect you to become a part of the team and start fighting bad guys, but if you want, I can show you how to control your speed. It really helps when you're running late."

Barry's invitation was sweet. You liked that he respected your decision to remain somewhat normal. Being a hero might have been his calling but it wasn't yours and you were fine with that.

So you started your little practices. Barry and his team allotted time between their hero adventures to help you master all the perks that came with being a speedster.

Harry carried out a lot of the calculations and kept recordings of your progress. When you weren't at your day job, you were in Star Labs running in the speed lab or completing other tasks to improve your abilities. The first time you'd launched a bolt of lightning you were a little hesitant, but Harry wasn't worried. The sizzling dummy before you had you gaping. Harry just jotted down a note with a small grin.

"You're improving fast. I guess it's expected. It's a lot easier when we already know the fundamentals of speedster capabilities."

You were still a bit awe struck. The entire situation was a bit hard to believe.

Harry noticed your still form, lowering his tablet.

"Is everything okay?"

You nod.

"Yeah I'm fine, it's just crazy. You guys deal with this everyday. I live in this town so I've seen a lot of the weird and unexplained, but to actually become a part of it is kind of strange."

You've come to appreciate all that Team Flash does. Everyday they lay their lives on the line for strangers. Using their gifts to stop the truly bad people.

"You all are so amazing. I know you must get this a lot, but thank you for all you do for the city. I'm sure everyone in this town feels the same way. Thank you for showing me how to make a difference, even when I didn't think I could."

Even when you doubted yourself, Harry believed.

"It was nothing. All I saw was your potential. " He adjusted his glasses, directing his gaze back to his tablet.

"I need to get these readings to Cisco so we can keep track of your speed pattern." You smile, moving to his side. He raises a brow.

"Mind if I tag along, I never really stick around for all the science stuff. I'd like to see how it all works."

Harry didn't object, so you grab your water bottle as you both head to the cortex. When you walk in Cisco is seated at the desk, munching on twizzlers. Not that you're surprised.

He catches sight of the both of you, straightening.

"Hey speedy, how was training?"

"Good I think."

Harry hands Cisco the tablet and Cisco basically shoots out of his seat.

"Are you kidding me! You managed to do the bolt of destruction!"

"We're not calling it that." Harry says blankly. You just giggle.

"Just one. It was a bit difficult."

Cisco places a hand on your shoulder.

"The fact that you can even do it with just two months of training is awesome. With this kind of progress you'll be mastering Flashtime in your sleep." Cisco is already rushing to log the notes into the computer. Cisco and Harry begin to bicker over the entries. If you're being honest you barely understand what some of the notes truly mean. The stats look a bit foreign to you.

Your eyes glance over in Harry's direction.

You've been trying to think of a way to thank him for all the assistance. You've known him for roughly two and a half months and you can tell his personality is a bit standoffish. He's blunt, short tempered and smiles are very rare. Yet, here he is on another earth protecting your city.

Maybe your need to please him isn't strictly due to your need to repay his kindness.

He is very good to look at.

"Next week we'll work on your phasing."

Harry's words pull you back and you nod in hopes that it appears as though you've been listening.

"I guess I'll see you all tomorrow then."

You squeeze your bottle, waving at them.

"Bye!"

You're gone in under five seconds and they both blink at the whiplash of wind.

The concept of phasing sounded so easy. It was actually something you were looking forward to. That's until you really understood what it fully meant.

Alas, you should have known better.

"H-Harry!"

He grabs your hand, and you're full on panicking because the lower half of your body is still phasing into the ground.

"I-I'm scared! H-How do I get it to stop!"

"Just breathe, you need to relax. I won't let you get hurt, just look at me."

You're still breathing heavily, and you direct your shaky gaze at him.

"Picture your body moving through the floor. I'm going to tug, and you'll need to do the rest."

"I-I don't think I can..."

He squeezes your hand.

"You can, I believe in you. Just trust yourself. You can do this."

You swallow and train all your focus on Harry. Taking a deep breath, you try to follow his instruction. Harry gives a tug, and your body begins to move from beneath the floor. You're slowly rising and he smiles. You stumble out and when your body is freed from the floor, you crash into his chest. He steadies you, looking you over. Your body is no longer phasing.

"You did it."

You nod, still gripping onto him. You're a bit scared that if you let go you'll sink into the floor again. It's a bit discouraging how hard this is to grasp. You have no doubt that Barry didn't struggle this much with his abilities. He seems so confident.

Fearless.

"I'm sorry that I'm so bad at this." You mutter.

"I don't expect you to master every skill all at once. You're learning. It's alright if you don't get it on the first try."

Given Harry's personality, you appreciate how patient he's been with you.

"Thanks for always putting up with me."

You finally get yourself to really let him go. Harry looks down and you can't find it in yourself to move back.

"You don't have to keep thanking me."

You really wish he hadn't said that statement so seductively, or maybe it's just your brain amplifying everything.

"I need to stop watching those hallmark movies."

It's definitely warping your reality. But then, where's the harm in asking.

"Then how exactly should I repay you.."

What possessed you to say that.

Harry himself looks surprised at the statement. You both are still very close. His hands are resting protectively on your shoulders. Given the previous situation, it makes sense. The gesture was for comfort, but now it's electing a completely different reaction.

"What if I asked for something outrageous, would you still be willing?"

You swallow, because you can't hallucinate this. It sounds like he's flirting with you.

You can't help but let your eyes stray to his lips, and he catches the action.

"Maybe I-"

"Hey (Y/N) I heard you were practicing your phasin-" Barry stumbles when he sees the lack of distance. You move back from Harry and Barry starts stammering.

"S-Sorry I didn't mean to interrupt."

Barry makes a quick escape and suddenly the air is a bit tense.

You push down the nerves that rise to the surface, turning to Harry in what you hope is confidence.

"Harry, would you like to go out sometime?"

You can tell he hadn't expected the bold move. But he doesn't seem opposed.

"Is this just payment for my help?"

You can tell that the inquiry means a lot to him.

"It isn't."

There's a bit of a twinkle in his eyes at the response and you wear a bashful smile.

"I'd love to." 

[silly-mars]

HELLO THERE!!

I'm Silly Mars! Or just Mars. I think it's finally to me to present myself!!

BASIC INFO!!

My name is Mars!

My pronouns are He/him ONLY (it's okay if you don't know my pronouns!! And you use they/them instead, but if you know please use my pronouns!!)

IM A MINOR. 16 to be exact. (Shocking i know, i even think to myself that i'm still in 2021). SO PLEASE!! don't be weird.

ENGLISH ISN'T MY FIRST LENGUAGE!! I'm spanish (hola tontos jaja) still! I will try my best for having a decent english!! And don't worry, i can understand English perfectly, the problem for me is talking it or writting it.

I like to use tone tags!! It makes it easier to me to understand stuff!! (Sometimes i'm a dummy. /Lh /hj)

TALKING TO ME AND STUFF!!

GUYS PLEASE! i'm super friendly!!/srs I LOVE when people send me messages for art or even talking!! Please never think that you're annoying or something!! I love having notifications of my moots!! If you want, i invite you to talk to me! For whatever reason, and i hope to be good mutuals or if it's the case good friends!!

My username on discord is "silly_mars." If you need to talk to me for something important!! Just wanting to chat with me and interact (guys, i don't bite.) or even for projects n stuff!!

THINGS I LIKE!!

THE LEGO MOVIE!!

I think it's kinda obvious THE LOVE i have for this movie!! I remember being in computer class and there was a piece called "resistence" and i was like "THE PIECE OF RESISTENCE!!"...and my friend was worried for me, but that's another story.

Team fortress 2!!

I KNOW, what a shock! I like things THAT AREN'T THE LEGO MOVIE!! Well yes! So don't be surprised if i upload something that isn't LEGO movie!! Anyways i love this videogame so much, Scout my wife and Spy my human pet.

REGRETEVATOR!!

Silly little Roblox Game!! My favorite gender.

I just love videogames or media that have a lot of silly characters, so that game is for me!! Also, im literally Mark./j

WARRIOR CATS!!

I don't consume the canon stuff like i used to, but the fandom still has a place in my heart!! Because THE ART IS SO GOOD and the fan stuff is way too good!! Also i love my baby longtail. He deserved better :(

COPPERNAUTS

The fact that these two are characters from the LEGO movie, but they have a special interest is so amazing to me. THE FACT that they only have 1-2 canon interaction and they're ALL OVER MY HEAD is so amazing to me...UGH anyways, i hope gay people were real/ref

ASTRONOMY

Not really a fandom BUT I LOVE SPACE!! I can literally say 100 fun facts about space, PLEASE./hj

AAAAAND more stuff!! I have a lot of interests idk anymore guys:(

DNI N STUFF!!

Just basic DNI, yk, if you're homophobic/transphobic don't try to be my friend or even mutual, this place is safe for LGBT community AND MYSELF.

Racist stuff, ableist stuff, just- any type of hate for a group of people isn't welcome here.

if you ship something weird don't expect me to follow you back or interact with you.

If i don't like something i just scroll away, or if it is more serious, i block it and scroll away again.

LINKS!!

Well! I have a pair of links to get me know better!!

Pronoun page!!

My card!! (I don't know how to make good cards, but here is it, so you can find all my social media more easy, lol)

OKAY!1!!1! THAT'S ALL

Uhhh that's everything i guess!! Still, if you have any questions my ask box and other social media are open!! I hope you like my blog, art and even fanfics or projects!! Have a good day!