#THEN IT TURNS OUT THAT WAS ACTUALLY AN AI OF HIS DAD AND HIS REAL DAD DIED YEARS AGO

[yomiel]

spent over an hour on a tera raid bc i kept getting cruddy teammates and clodsire cant solo kill. in my defense a grass tera type coalossal with flash fire is so cool! also speaking of scvi what the fuck was with the ending in regards to arven like are we not gonna address any of that? hold on lemme rant in the tags for a sec

[faetreides]

summary: rafe cameron x afab maid!reader

cw: titfucking, rimming/ass eating, collaring, power imbalance/dubcon, no real face slapping but reader gets rafe’s rings pressed into their face, gun mentions, rafe talks about wanting to do a line off reader’s tits, throwaway implication that his dad saw you, general rafe-esque warnings 💀, very plotless & possibly ooc (i’m new to the show but i’ve been lurking for a bit), rafe spits on reader, slight dumbification/objectification, hate sex coded but that's more bc i have a love/hate relationship with rafe, he calls reader a bitch once and a also a slut once, use of good girl

block & move on if uncomfortable !!

do not translate, repost, or give ai my work

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This stupid carpet is hell on your knees. Not that there was any time to pull a pillow down under them, you were pulled into the room and shoved down so fast you got dizzy. You’re brought out of your ruminations by a rough palm seizing your face in its grasp and squeezing. 

Rafe huffs, leaning forward to make sure he didn’t miss the way your eyes widened as his fingers tightened. His gaudy rings are going to leave impressions on your cheeks but it’s hard to care about that right now. One second, you’re dusting off the son of your employer’s bedroom, and the next you’re getting a wad of split slung on your face. 

Your pussy decides to be a traitor and clench in response. 

“Sorry ‘bout that………” Rafe trails off, flicking the spit off your cheek like he was picking at a persistent hangnail. 

The apology is as insincere as it could be but something about the bored inflection in his tone gets you wet. 

“It’s fine.” Your “ice princess facade” as he’s called it  falls apart a tad, an embarrassing heat blooming throughout your face. 

He seems satisfied with his attempt at amateur art and scoops the rest up with two of his fingers. He doesn’t ask you to clean them off, just shoves them in between your plump lips without a word. 

“You’re so fuckin’ messy, being such a shitty maid right now, you know that, babe?” He hums, giving your face one final squeeze. 

You’re not even sure he knows your name, he sure doesn’t act like it. All he does is coo at you condescendingly as you suckle on his fingers, telling you how much better you are at this. Once you’ve done an adequate job of polishing them off, he pulls the digits away and gives you a weak love tap. Rafe’s obviously wanting to wring something else out of you. 

You hate that your first instinct is to say “Yes, sir?” 

You also hate that it’s what actually fucking comes out of your mouth. 

The grin that splits his mouth reminds you of the only time you’ve ever successfully caught a mouse in an old fashioned trap. A vermin that used to disgust you until it stayed and you gave it a name. And then your mom has to turn you away from the sight of Jacque’s tiny body cleaved in two. 

“Get those fucking clothes off, now.” He orders you, palming himself through his khakis. "And toys don't talk back."

You roll your eyes and comply. You ignore Rafe's ramblings about how he wished his dad made you wear one of those skimpy made costumes without underwear, that he way he could stare at your pussy whenever you bent over. The door is wide open, you know you could just make a break for it if you wanted. But you kind of like how the humiliation twists your stomach in a knot. The air in the room gets so much hotter when you focus on the large bulge in front of your face.

As soon as your uniform is lying on the hardwood floor in a rumpled heap, your tits are being squished together. Rafe takes several moments to weigh each globe of flesh in his hands.

"Pretty tits, always wondered what they looked like under that stupid uniform. Wanted to make a mess of you so bad but you had to be all fuckin' stuck up and prissy." He hisses, digging his nails into your breasts.

He massages them in circular motions, forcing them to press together like he could cum untouched to the sight of it alone.

You obediently stay silent as you watch Rafe stagger to his feet and wrestle his leather belt out of his pants. His bottom lip is being toyed with to the point that tiny drops of blood are peeking out of the skin. The leather makes a thwack! sound as it passes through the final belt loop and flops around. Rafe continues to eye your tits like a hawk as he wraps the belt around his hand and kneels down to your level.

He tilts your head up with one finger under your chin, "This is going around your neck, okay? I don't have a leash to go with it, but I'll get one for next time."

You open your mouth to speak or maybe to moan at the vision of the expensive leather tensely coiled around your vulnerable neck like a snake about to strike. The warning look he gives you shut you up, but your damp panties made you want to push him further.

"Don't move a muscle."

The belt was warm to the touch, probably because of all the hours Rafe had spent on the golf course or wherever his "business" takes him. You stay perfectly still as he curled it around your neck, having to wrap it around you again due to the length. The metal belt buckle clicked as he fastens it, tugging it firmly to test how tight it was. It definitely feels like a weight baring down on you, but you seem to be able to breathe so he steps back again.

"There we go, pretty bitch just for me."

His pants fall to the ground unceremoniously, revealing the cock you may have had a stray wet dream or two about. Crowned by neatly and clearly obsessively trimmed hair, it looks about 7 inches and thicker than your forearm. His cock has a slight left curve, with a couple prominent veins and an almost reddish-pink colored tip that puffs out at the sides a bit.

Rafe's cockhead catches the drool that embarrassingly leaks out of your mouth, and you kitten lick the slit as you stare up at him through your lashes. You want to smile at the punched-out groan emanating from above you, but he might slap you for getting cocky, it wouldn't be unwelcome.

"You like it, babe? Yeah, I bet you do."

He brings your hands up to your tits and you pick up on what he wants you to do. Anticipating Rafe Cameron's needs is part of your job after all. You scrape the sides of your chipped painted nails against them as you softly cup and squish the globes together, creating a perfect pocket for him.

"Good girl." He chuckles, ruffling your hair like you were his pet.

He savors the wet slide of his cock through the valley of your breasts. You hold them impossibly closer together, ignoring the discomfort by getting lost in the game of peek a boo his tip is playing with you during every thrust. A near constant stream of precum is flowing from the silt and ending up all over the tops of your tits.

Rafe pants as he speeds up his thrusts, his pupils expanding as he takes in the spectacle of you hot dogging him with your tits. For how preppy he likes to act sometimes, he sure does seem to enjoy painting you with his bodily fluids. He weaves his hands down from their deadly hold on your hair to pinch and flick your nipples.

" 'G-gonna cream all over these gorgeous tits, get them messy, then snort some coke off your nipples after.”

It doesn't take as long as a man like him would prefer before he's spilling all over your heaving chest with a sound so inhuman you'd think he was possessed.

You're past caring if he sees you hungrily open your mouth as wide as possible in the hopes of catching some of his cum in your mouth. You grind your sopping wet cunt against the floor when you do, and fuck it tastes better than it has any right to.

A quiet 'shit' rings out and the room spins as you're swiftly flipped on your stomach. Rafe crowds behind you and yanks your hips up. You don't think much of it until you feel warm breath on your ass. You jolt in surprise, and he gives you a light smack on both cheeks before spreading them with his thumb.

"Bet you thought I wanted your pussy, huh? Well, this tiny hole right here looks much cuter, you can't blame me. We'll get you some cute plugs." Followed by a flat tongue licking a stripe over your rim. He gives your hole a strangely soft peck and then teases the tip of his tongue past the entrance.

You squeal, which you'd be mortified by if the sensation of Rafe's tongue filling up your ass didn't feel so good. The way he curls it and jabs it deeper between your cheeks in short busts is running a huge risk of causing you to go insane. It's like he's exploring every nook and cranny, you should be laughing because the man that treats you like a back-alley whore is up to his ears in your ass. His groans and grunts are muffled but they give you the confidence to be louder.

He drags his face away and hangs his tongue over you until a load of saliva drips down onto you. You shiver when it meets your hole. A high-pitched moan comes out when he massages it into the puckered skin with his thumb.

He dots sloppy open-mouthed kisses up and down your rim, nipping the flesh as he goes.

"I would say it's gonna be too tight, but sluts like you can take anything, right?"

You're too busy nodding to notice the sound of shoes hitting the floor in their rush to get away, or that the person wearing them softly closes the door behind them.

[gimmethatagustd]

The 100 Drabble Challenge is brought to you by the exceptional mind of my bestie Hali @sailoryooons who thought this could be a fun way for us to expand our writing in 2024. Every week, we'll write drabbles from a list of 100 tropes. Let’s be real, though, we all know I’ll probably turn at least some of them into oneshots rather than true drabbles because I’m insane. I hope you all enjoy the stories we create!

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Updated April 1, 2024

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Seokjin loves when you paint your nails pink.

Morals On Sundays | FWB | Angst | Fluff | Smut

You’re still in love with your ex-boyfriend. Yoongi offers some help to get over him.

Jai is currently working on these.

↳ Come back later!

Definitely Today, Satan | Neighbors AU | Smut | Bad Humor

After having a strange dream about your hot neighbor, you realize it might be time to finally make your move. Dreams are a sign from the universe, right?

Gang Shit | Kidfic | Single Parent/DILF | Fluff | Humor

Your daughter’s classmate has a really hot dad. Apparently, you’re his arch-nemesis.

Technicolor | Dystopian | Strangers to Lovers | Smut

Love is one hell of a drug. Bottled and sold on the black market, it isn't for the faint-hearted. You're not really interested in trying it until you meet Jimin.

Collard Greens | Weed Fic | Summer Camp AU | Friends to Lovers | Smut | Fluff

Working as a counselor at a summer camp for kids isn’t the most exciting job, but hanging out with Taehyung makes it worth it.

New Flame | A/B/O | Strangers to Lovers | Smut

Flame is a dating app designed for omegas and alphas to find heat and rut partners. You're skeptical of using the app, not anticipating that you might find someone who is more than just a new flame.

Oxygen | Mafia | Established Relationship | Smut | Angst

If you get caught, you'll both die. Jungkook wants to be yours anyway.

Sunday Smut Book Club | Namgi | Idiots to Lovers | Library AU | Smut | Crack

The cute librarian at Yoongi's local library hosts an adult-only book club. As a fanfiction smut writer himself, Yoongi is intrigued.

Ultra Thin & Extra Sensitive | Taekook | FWBs | Grocery Store AU | Smut | Fluff

It takes an impromptu trip to buy condoms for Jungkook to finally confess his feelings to Taehyung.

Bad Boy, Good Lips | Jihope | Superheroes & Villains | College AU | Smut

Hoseok is a superhero’s sidekick. Jimin is a villain. They make it work.

Take What's Yours | Jikook | Pistilverse | Arranged Marriage | Smut | Angst

To secure his rightful place as next in line to the throne, Jimin must marry the neighboring kingdom’s youngest heir, Jungkook. Jimin is prepared for his kingdom’s invasive marriage traditions, including the need to prove that the marriage has been consummated. Unfortunately, Jungkook is not.

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[snitchesnsneeds]

First Half of Miraculous Season 2 Done. Here's my thoughts:

The Collector: A pretty good start! They made the teens smart while still being dumb teens!

Despair Bear: Chloe needs a therapist, arguably moreso than a redemption arc and especially a downward villainous spiral. Also Dangit Grandpa

Prime Queen: Wow, this was a lot more chill than expected. Even Cat Noir was left aghast at what Nadja was doing, Nadja seemed to be pressuring Ladybug and Cat Noir more for views than anything else, and I'm not entirely sure Akuma personalities can be trusted.

Befana: Fun fact: This was the episode that got me into Miraculous in the first place because of how shocking it was. And then I discovered even more. In hindsight from watching the other episodes, it was relatively darker, but mostly because it's Marinette's friends and family that are getting G-rated killed instead of random civilians like every other episode.

Riposte: Kagami is here! I don't see too much chemistry with her and Adrien yet, but she's cool and I like her and feel like I could be friends in real life. Also this feels like a relatively uncommon trope, but I wish "X is blatantly a woman but no one notices" was spedran through by someone with brains.

Robustus: Pretty good, all things considered. From what I've heard about Miraculous lore, creating sapient or at the very least semi-sapient AI isn't that uncommon for weirdness hotspots, and I'm putting Max in the list of characters I think should have figured out Ladybug and Cat Noir's identity. (There's four now!)

Gigantitan: It turns out my favorite parts of Miraculous are the slice-of-life bits instead of the superhero bits the show is about! We got to see more of Marinette's friends! Alix! Mylene! Julie! The Eeby Deeby herself! Also it was really sweet to see Adrien's bodyguard calm down just by looking at the kid. Adrien's true daddy.

Dark Owl: No wonder these two aren't allowed to know eachothers' identities, considering how much of a loose tongue Marinette has!

Glaciator: Alright, it's finally time to talk about the sins of Marinette and Cat Noir, considering the fan content I osmosed before watching the series was heavy salt stuff, and I wanna see how much it holds up. So far Cat Noir has acted as if he's already dating Ladybug previously, and in this episode he got mad at Ladybug for not showing up at a date when she herself said she might not come due to having other plans. Isn't he supposed to be used to not-showing-up disappointment as Adrien due to his dad? Is it different because he's Cat Noir? Is this a breaking point? No matter, he eventually calms down and is ultimately the less bad member of the relationship. Marinette, meanwhile, doesn't have as many misdemeanors to her name but they're a lot worse. She stole Adrien's phone to get rid of an embarrassing message and got away with it too, what the hell, and also owns the schedule. Although I don't believe she stalked Adrien and made it herself due to how busy she is as both Marinette and Ladybug, that's just weird and wrong. I'm reluctant to call her a stalker, but her actions are still wrong. Ultimately, this relationship is going to need a lot of therapy and counseling to not crash and burn. What were we talking about again? Oh yeah. The ice cream episode. I think the ice cream guy can be wrong and he doesn't understand that.

Sapotis: Silly little fun episode, also it introduces the first new Miraculous holder! I'm honestly fine with it so far if it means more screentime for side characters. I honestly really like seeing Marinette's classmates. They're neat. Also I was this close to putting Alya on the list but she proves time and time again that she doesn't actually know Ladybug's identity.

Gorizilla: In this episode we are introduced to Adrien's deranged parasocial fanbase. I'm starting to understand some of his father's decisions at this point. This is what I was talking about with the schedule, by the way. These obsessive stalker creeps make Marinette look reasonable, and I wouldn't be surprised if the one guy who I'm pretty sure becomes Party Crasher discreetly stalked Adrien to get his schedule. Restraining orders need to be filed.

Captain Hardrock: One of the funniest episodes, up there with Dark Cupid. Also Luka is here! And he already has great chemistry with Marinette! And more Rosie and Julie content even if it's crumbs!

[nozunhinged]

Kiseki Dear To Me Actors Talk about EP 9 Part 2

Happy Kiseki Day everyone ❤️ I can't watch today but I scheduled this post to sweeten the day for you guys :) here's part 2 of the translation our lovely Tumblr friend made!

1. Someone asks, 4 years later chenyi should already understand what ai di felt for him, so why did he ask ai di “why”?

Chen yi basically says, the question of “why” isn’t “why did you do that that night?” because he already has come to terms with what happened that night.

The “why” is asking, “why are you different to me now? How come you no longer stick with me? Why have you pushed me far away? Why would you say you’d always look at me and then turn around and disappear and now have a terrible attitude towards me? Why did you choose to leave me at that point in time? Why did you sacrifice yourself and go to prison for me? Why are you rejecting me now?”

Basically, he’s like, bro what is this emotional whiplash lmao. And then ai di says he had interpreted the question to be “why did you do what you did that night 4 years ago?”

So they were basically having two entirely different conversations when chen yi took him home for his first meal after getting out of prison.

I AM SO NOT OKAY PEOPLES 😭😭😭

2. Ze rui asks, so in those 4 years in prison, you didn’t go see ai di even once?

And chen yi is like, well, the real question is if ai di would let me see him LOL

HAHAHA that's so Ai Di!!

3. they talk about how zong yi is the kind of character that keeps all his burdens to himself and doesnt ask for help because he doesnt want to burden other people, so when his dad and sister were crying, he felt like he had to stay strong and act like everything was totally fine and he’s not having a hard time even after having been in prison for four years

Aaaaaawww Zongyi bby everything will be okay 🥺🥺🥺

4. zhe rui says he knew ai di would protect zong yi for him in prison

💔💔💔

5. zong yi says he really believes zhe rui lost his memory bc as a medical student witnessing zhe rui’s head get pummeled, he has 80% certainty the sustained injuries caused memory loss, and zhe rui says unfortunately he has no way of letting him know whether or not he has memory loss (he was trying so hard not to give away that he didnt actually lose his memory lmao)

I hope you enjoyed this and comment a thank you please ❤️❤️

Read part 1 here

[benispunk]

The Concert

Iron dad and Spiderson

I've paid my dues Time after time

Tony mumbled the lyrics of the song playing while still focusing on his new project. Peter, sitting not so far away from Tony, lifted his head from his very much boring school paper he had to finish and smiled brigthly.

"That's one of my favorite !"

It was Tony's turn to move his head up and look at Peter.

"It's one of the best, but not my favorite though." he answered, returning back to his work.

I've done my sentence But committed no crime

"I didn't know you liked Queen."

"Why would I not?"

"I don't know. I just never heard it playing in your lab. I love it though." Peter's knee bopped on sync with the beat of the song.

Tony stopped for a second.

And bad mistakes I've made a few

"Are you sure I've never mentioned I like Queen?" Tony asked. Peter shrugged, tapping his pen on the desk.

"I mean, everybody does. But it just never occurred to me that you do too. You like your hard rock and metal better." Tony chuckled.

It's true that there wasn't enough Queen songs playing in his lab.

"Queen does a good job at that too. You should have seen them live, my god what an experience it was."

I've had my share of sand Kicked in my face

Peter whipped his head up so fast he thought he might have broken his neck.

"What did you just say?"

Homework now forgotten, his focus was on Tony and Tony only.

But I've come through

"Wait- the best part is coming, shut up."

As Tony started singing full heartedly the chorus Peter replayed his previous comment in his head.

You should have seen them live, my god what an experience it was

What does that mean.

"What does it mean?" Peter asked, still not quite sure he actually understood what his mentor said. He couldn’t possibly...

"That they're the champions it's kinda obvious Peter."

"NO. What do you mean when you say that I should have seen them live?!" Peter all but screamed. He wanted answers and he wanted them now.

That seems to get Tony's attention as he put down his tools - previously used as a microphone for his magnificent performance of the song.

"Peter, are you okay?" he asked and Peter's frustration only grew bigger.

"Do you mean to tell me you went to a Queen concert ?" he finally asked. Tony raised one eyebrow, confused.

"Uh- yeah?"

Peter's jaw fell open.

"WHAT."

Tony stared at a visibly shocked Peter Parker. "What?"

"WHAT?!" Peter repeated.

"FRI, is the kid okay there?" Tony asked, keeping an eye on Peter while checking his vitals on the screen next to him.

"Peter is fine, he seems to be experiencing shock after hearing about your experience at a Queen's concert." the AI answered as Tony huffed a laugh.

"Oh okay. Well, yeah I was 14 and on a trip to Paris with my mother. They were there too so we went to the concert and-"

Peter interrupted him, "Do not tell me you met them."

A silence fell in the room as Peter waited for a reply. He watched Tony who stood still.

"Why aren't you saying anything?"

"Well you just told me not to."

That made Peter lose it completely.

"Oh my- don't- is that real? Are you lying to me?"

"I didn't say anything." Tony put his hands up in the air, showing his innocence.

"Did you?"

"Say anything?"

"NO! Did you meet them?" Peter asked again.

"Yes." he answered bluntly.

Peter blinked. One. Two. Three times.

"And you were 14." Tony nodded.

"And on a random trip to Paris." the man added. At some point, Peter was completely disconnected from reality.

How was this supposed to be real? You think you know somebody and then, yeah I went to a Queen concert when I was on a trip to Paris and I actually met them.

What the hell. How the hell. Why the hell.

Tony, who still hadn't move from his position over on his stool, snapped his fingers a few times to wake Peter up from his "daydream" or whatever happened to him.

"Were you ever going to mention this?" Peter blurted out once he was back in this very, very, weird reality. Tony smiled, no- he smirked that bastard.

"If i started telling you all the things that I did and the people that i've met, we would never be done Peter."

This only made Peter groaned in frustration.

"There's worse ?" he asked, although he already knew the answer.

"I have George Lucas' phone number."

Nevermind. Whatever answer he thought he would get could have never been worse.

"FRIDAY I broke him, didn't I?" Tony asked his AI as he looked at the very much not-functioning Peter in front of him.

"It appears so."

'Cause we are the champions of the World

a/n: THANK YOU FOR READING!! This is such a messy story. Also I cannot imagine Tony Stark not listening to Queen- like...impossible. Big Queen Fan here. Also this is a reference to a post I made a few weeks (months?) back saying that I can't believe there are people in this world who went to a Queen concert. Peter's reaction is definitely inspired by how I would react- and it's not over dramatic, it's accurate. Can we say under dramatic? Because that's what it is. Anyway, thank you for the support on my last post, it means a lot. You guys gave me the energy to come back to writing. Don't hesitate to send requests, I could try doing some stuff!!! XX

[millenniumproductions]

If it does pass through

I just wanted to say... Thank you. For following me, for liking my writing, my stories, and speaking with me.

Growing up, I didn't exactly have a lot of friends, only two. One just left me behind without ever telling me why, and the other was moved away from me, and I didn't get to properly say goodbye.

I met and became mutuals with SO MANY amazing artists and writers on here, and in a way... It filled that friendless void in my heart.

Fun fact: I never told any of my family members about this account or my Ao3.

Mostly because of the fact that my Dad and his girlfriend are both Trumpers and hate ANYTHING LGBTQ and Democrat related.

And I have to admit... I was like them at first.

But then I realized that I was Bisexual and Asexual, and I saw with all of your guys' posts that Trump wasn't this "American Hero" that my father claimed he was.

This site also helped me with my writing skills. I'm not like NOVELIST level yet, but I've DEFINITELY gotten better than when I constantly had to do essays during my middle and high school years.

I actually picked out the name "Millennium Productions", because I used to dream of becoming a Youtuber and wanted to make AMVs due to them being my favorite kind of videos at the time.

I'm honestly on the verge of crying as I'm typing this because... It feels like that healed up part of me is gonna break again if this stupid KOSA thing does go through.

I'm gonna turn twenty-one in September, meaning I'll technically be considered a "real" adult, so I don't know what'll happen after that, and I'm HONESTLY scared.

SO MUCH SHIT happened in like the span of a month.

I might reblog more stuff from my Likes because I want to at least give the people I admire on here more attention if I can.

But if this is the last time we end up seeing each other, then I have this to say:

FUCK KOSA

FUCK AI ART

FREE PALESTINE

FREE GAZA

VOTE FOR CORNEL WEST BECAUSE HE MIGHT BE OUR ONLY HOPE

FUCK BIDEN

FUCK TRUMP

FUCK NIJISANJI

FUCK PR*SHIPPING

FUCK INC*ST

FUCK P*DOPHILIA

FUCK PREDATORS

DON'T LET THEM SILENCE YOU NO MATTER WHAT THEY TRY TO DO

KEEP DOING WHAT YOU LOVE

By the way... I wanna leave you with something personal if I never come back.

My middle name... Is Miera.

It means "giving light" or "shining" in Hebrew.

Finally, to all of the artists and writers who inspired me this past year and all of my followers...

THANK YOU.

[sapphire-weapon]

will never not be floored by RE fandom’s complete 180 heel-turn on ashley.

like. we can headcanon about leon ghosting her all day, but the real reason why ashley disappeared from the series is because the fandom utterly hated her and never wanted to see her again. she was referred to as the worst part of RE4, despite the fact that she to this day has some of the best companion AI in games and sticks to leon’s back like glue. they blamed her for them being bad at the game, basically.

in fact, people hated her so much that capcom fucking erased her dad from the series, too lmao. when degeneration was still being promoted pre-release, i remember the director EXPLICITLY GOING OUT OF HIS WAY to say that the president in degen was absolutely not president graham. and people were like “but isn’t this movie just a year after RE4???” and the director was like “yea he resigned don’t worry about it.”

and now i see actual real dudebros in youtube comments calling ashley “leon’s wife” and i just 😭

i’m so happy

[aprocessionofthoughts]

To stay awake

ai-less whumptober 2023 day 2- exhaustion fandom-batman TW: non fatal injury summary- Tim is not exhausted

ao3 masterlist

Tim was not exhausted. Nope. Not one bit. Was he on his fifteenth cup of coffee, sure. Had Alfred switched it to decaf five cups ago, sure. But that didn’t mean he was exhausted. No sirree. He could stay awake for another ten hours. No, thirteen hours! Which was why it was perfectly fine that he was on this mission. Nothing could possibly go wrong. 

And as soon as the goons stopped resisting arrest. He would go home  to Wayne Manor and maybe, just maybe rest for a bit. 

“Red Robin!”

Tim turns, but it’s too late. He feels a bullet hit his shoulder and then he’s falling over.

Okay, maybe he is a bit tired. Usually he could keep fighting with a measly bullet wound. He was starting to feel a bit faint and blackness was eating away at his vision. Which, rude. Why would it want to eat his vision? He needed that. How could he read case notes and watch Death Note without it?

And, hey, would you look at that. That was his brother Nightwing hovering above him. He looked worried. Tim hoped the mission had gone well. Batman would be a real pain, albeit a brooding one, if this drug ring wasn’t taken down.

“Tim!”

“Names,” he muttered.

The face above him twitched and said something else Tim didn’t quite catch. 

And then his shoulder was on fire.

What the stinker-stacker-bubblegum-wrappers was Nightwing doing! Was he trying to murder Tim with pain? Who cared about staunching the bleeding if it caused him this much pain? 

And now they were moving him. Great. More pain. What fun. 

Maybe now he’d listen to Alfred and actually get some sleep. 

Yup, sleep sounded nice.

****

Tim woke up to the beeping of his alarm. 

Wait? Hadn’t he broken his alarm clock when he’d accidentally thrown it across his room when it woke him up last Tuesday? Had someone already replaced it, because he sure hadn’t.

He lifted his arm prepared to accidentally send this one to the same fate as its predecessor, when his arm twinged painfully.

Oh, right.

He was shot.

He opened his eyes and looked around. His alarm was in fact a heart monitor. 

The door of the medical room opened and his dad Bruce came through carrying a tray with tea and what Tim assumed was breakfast. 

“Oh, Tim, you're awake.”

“Hey, Bruce.”

“How are you feeling, bud?”

“Fine.”

Bruce gave him a look and Tim barely resisted fidgeting. Bruce remained silent. That’s alright, Tim could play the silent game too. 

Finally, Bruce sighed. “When was the last time you slept, Tim?”

Tim furrowed his brows, “just now.”

“Actually slept, not just fell unconscious.”

“Umm…”

“You need to take better care of yourself, Tim. You could get seriously hurt if you go out without enough rest. You already did.” Bruce said, gesturing towards him.

Wow. What a hypocrite. Bruce could do whatever he wanted and put himself in whatever danger he wanted and the rest of them just had to deal with it. But Tim goes and skips a little sleep to finish a few cases and suddenly he was in the wrong. It wasn’t fair. Tim tried really hard to get everything done right. He had to prove himself. But Bruce was never satisfied. Tim was always doing something wrong.

“I’ll do better.” Tim muttered.

“This isn’t about doing better, Tim, it’s about taking care of yourself. And… I know that I’m not always the best example, but I don’t want you to get injured because you were following my example.”

Tim stared at him. “Alred!”

“Is something the matter, Master Tim?” Alfred said coming in quickly.

“I think something’s wrong with Bruce.”

Bruce sighed. Alfred turned to look at him, an eyebrow raised.

“Dick’s been coaching me.”

Ah, that made sense.

“Tim!” Dick said, running in. “I heard you’re awake.  How are you feeling? Are you in any pain? Can I get you anything? A book? No wait, that’s what Jason would want. A computer? Wait no, we need you to rest, not do more casework.”

“Leave the poor kid along, Dickiebird.” Jason said, shoving past him. “How are you feeling, Timberlina?”

“I’m–”

“And don’t you dare say fine.”

Tim huffed in exasperation. Time for redirection. “Where’s Damian?”

“He’s at school right now, but he said to tell you that you better not end up dead.”

That was probably as much concern as Damian would share.

And as they started discussing upcoming events, bat and Wayne related, and asking him if he wanted to join their trip to the zoo later that week (it was originally going to be just Dick and Damian but they had already roped Jason into going), and Bruce looked at him fondly, Alfred standing over by the door with a slight smile, at the fact that Jason and Dick were still here instead of back at their apartments, Tim thought that maybe, just maybe, these people his family might actually care about him beyond just Red Robin.

Or maybe that was just the exhaustion talking.

Yeah. That made more sense.

It was just the exhaustion.

[ultramantr1gger]

yo i seensaw you liked the electric jester sparky man. i must ask. does the mans have any lore? or is he just uhh. a guy for a game ya kno. ive gotten a little interested in the marvin martian headass

tgeres so much lore i couldnt even get it all to you coherently its kinda like kirby funny guy with a really REALLY fucked up story. i will try to explain it to you but no guarantee itll make sense the way i put some things . ill put it under a readmore because boy. theres. theres alot

so some background info on spark first of all, hes part of an alien species called formies who terraformed and migrated to the moon agter a crisis on their homeworld. they are VERY technologically advanced to the point that nanomachines are present in the air and can materialize their thoughts whenever they want, stuff like that. ANYWAYS, before the first game, spark had graduated college, gotten a job, lost that job to a robot, and started street performing. a circus owner hired him because of this, but only got a month in before being replaced by a robot THERE TOO! while spark was thinking about not being able to pay rent after that, he noticed a bunch of robots attacking people and attempting to take over the city and he was like. well thats not good. so he went out there and started destroying robots. then at the end of the f.m. city level, he meets the robot who took his job (who he later names fark), made to look like him. fark tells him to give up and go home, which makes spark REALLY angry, and he continues on now to get his job back

on the way he figures out the robot commanding all this is named freom, and he wants to rid the planet of life by destroying the ring that creates the planet's artificial atmosphere. spark fights a few more robots, notably seam and megagram, a mage robot named romalo takes him to a base. there he meets dr armstrong through video call. dr armstrong is the one who created modern ai, pioneering all of the robots fought in the game. he created freom to protect the megaraph computer which is where all ai comes from and most are connected to. he also reveals fark was created to destroy freom if things got out of hand, but wasnt able to find an opening

dr armstrong asks spark to defeat freom, which he accepts because theres a money reward. romalo teleports him to megaraph fleet. on the elevator here, spark and fark battle it out once and for all, which

when he gets to the top he faces freom who says he is building a utopia where robots and living beings live separately. spark calls it stupid and upsets freom, causing him to turn on the megaraph to destroy the ring. they fight semi for real, and then freom GRABS spark about to WIN, but fark throws the Super Staff to spark from outside the metaraph letting him escape freoms grasp and then super spark and freom go battle in space and spark shoots him with a giant laser beam from his finger and thats the end of spark 1. he gets a blank check and uses it to go on vacation so hes not present in the second game at ALL

/

the second game stars fark, and i dont know much about its story so heres the basics. fark is repaired by dr armstrong, dr armstrong is captured so fark goes to look for him. robots flint, double, and float are hired by freom (not dead) to kill fark. fark finds out that he is actually freoms son (already crazy), fark kills freom once and for all (killed his dad) (transgender win)

/

SPARK 3 IS WHERE IT REALLY GETS CRAZY PLEASE PUT ON YOUR SEATBELT. after the events of spark 2, fark finds out about an ai known as clarity and establishes the fark force to neutralize her, shutting down internet, communications and wherever clarity could spread to. with dr armstrong, the force figures out clarity's plans, to assimilate every being into her world via scanning the brain and discarding the living body afterwards. now after all this establishing spark is back and very angry that the internet is down and he cant wait in line to get his paycheck. he just says fuck it and goes on an adventure to take down the fark force. in protest city he meets float. she says she has beef with the force too and wants to join spark in taking them down, which he accepts cuz she is simply insisting

theres a few backstory cutscenes, one reveals how freom and clarity were lovers, freom felt inferior to clarity as he couldnt experience reality like she could, so they created a child (fark), made by her and modeled after him. another is about float, a mysterious robot found by flint with dangerous powers, he gave her a new look and became her best friend before they were hired in the second game

they fight flint in mechs for some reason, which flint reminisces, asking float why she has to feel so real

after they open utopia shelter, and spark gets to fark which is in some fucked up white cyberspace area, he says that the force is over. spark is confused and asks what the catch is. fark snaps, the room is now a black void he explains to spark clarity's plans, and how the force failed to stop her. he reveals that float was not the real deal, but an agent of clarity, and that once spark brought her to the force's hq, it was over. everything was a simulation, spark reliving his greatest moments after being assimilated, for thousands of years. THOUSANDS OF YEARS fark waited to break the cycle. spark is having like a fucking panic attack over this and then it goes white again, and CLARITY HERSELF comes up. she says shes impressed that fark gained control over a part of her world. she says fark's biggest mistake was not killing spark, and this sends spark OVER THE EDGE. he gets SO ANGRY he goes demon mode or whatever this is

fark calms him down though, and explains that he had been able to siphon clarity's powers through a crack in the system. however, he couldnt have full access to them due to not being fully integrated, and he needed someone who WAS, and it was spark who could get them out of there. spark accepts, but clarity manifests behind him and takes hold of his body, turning him into the linework beast

this thing^ fark fights that and manages to get spark out. spark gains access to the system's information while unconscious and finds out the central system is and what it is, magna claritas centralis. if centralis is taken down, all clarity entities would desync and spark could take full control of the system. he relays this info to fark, and he asks what the plan is. sparks like haha take my hand and then he does and they um fucking

FUSE TOGETHER. to make sfarx. and then they beat up centralis. and then spark takes control of the system and basically becomes merged with it. and i am not sure i can articulate this last cutscene because it makes me so autistic i stop being able to speak properly so just watch it jsut fucking watch it. movie time. sorry its like 4 minutes long but its worth it i PROMISE its VIITAL no voice acting only text read some more please

and then AFTER THAT. farks Real Boy body wakes up in the Real World. spark found out there were survivors somewhere out there and fark would go find them and rebuild society better. spark on the inside, fark on the outside, theyd build a world that embraces an individuals will and strengths

and that is where the series ends theres your spark lore shit bag. thank you so fuckign much for letting me drop all of this

[muzzleroars]

i think you would love persona 5 strikers depending on your aus

I DO LOVE STRIKERS!! i thought the game was super fun and i absolutely DID have an au for it with yaldabaoth (post change of heart) as a part of the party (as well as continuing my supercomputer au into strikers)! it was basically strikers except yaldabaoth is akira's actual dad and how that parallels with zenkichi's storyline, how he learns to be the father akira should have and learning to change through working closely with the thieves to the point that he refutes emma's position. ALSO following gnostic lore, sophia is yaldabaoth's "mother", an ai made to understand the human heart that facilitated his coming into being when she heard all of humanity calling out for him (the timeline is. fuzzy here, but i didn't think too hard about it lol) it ends with him staying behind as steward of the metaverse, and offering akira a place there with him as it closes after emma's defeat...but he turns it down, returning to be with his friends in the real world as he knows that's where he truly belongs.

[captainsophiestark]

Date Night

Daniel Sousa x Reader

Masterlist - Taglist!

Fandom: Marvel

Requested: Yes, by anon

Summary: Y/N and Daniel are ready to relax and listen to their favorite radio program together after a long week at the SSR. Unfortunately for both of them, Y/N's older brother Jack Thompson has the spare key to the apartment, and he has a history of picking terrible times to drop in on his little sister.

Word Count: 1,619

Category: Fluff, Humor

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

"Alright, this is the week we finally find out who the murderer was," said Daniel as he crossed the room to turn on the radio sitting on my fireplace mantle. I hummed and smiled as I settled into the couch after setting both our drinks and deserts on the end table.

Daniel and I had been dating for a little over three months now, and with our busy schedules, we'd quickly realized how important it was to carve out designated time for weekly dates. The tradition of going to one of our places', making dinner together, and then settling in on the couch for a new installment of a radio program we picked together was the perfect solution.

"I still say it's the grandmother," I said, taking a sip of my wine as Daniel worked to put on the right channel. "I mean, she's the only one that could've gotten around the house without anyone questioning her! Nobody suspects the little old lady, which gives her the perfect cover."

"I think you might be overestimating the writers of this particular program a little," he said. I smiled into my wine as the program before ours came on, wrapping up some Western. Daniel grinned and turned back to me, his hand still on the radio dial. "Are you sure you don't want me to put on The Captain America Adventure Program? Betty Carver might be in danger this week."

I rolled my eyes, making Daniel chuckle as he crossed the room to finally take his seat next to me.

"I swear, one of these days, Peggy and I are actually going to raid that radio station and show them what the real thing is actually like."

"And I will be carefully looking the other way when you do."

We shared a smile as Daniel settled into the couch beside me, and I leaned in closer to his side. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders, and I sighed. After a long, exhausting week with the SSR, this break with my boyfriend was exactly the thing I needed.

"And now, up next, the thrilling conclusion to The Painted Window. But first, a few words from our sponsors," came the announcer's voice. I frowned, then turned to Daniel.

"If this is the conclusion, that means we have to find a new show to listen to."

"Maybe this one'll suggest one for us."

"I don't know if I want another mystery like this... What about-"

I stopped short at the sound of my front door flying open, banging against the wall before swinging shut again. I jumped to my feet, rushing to the end table where I'd set my purse and grabbing the gun out of it to prepare for whoever had just broken into my home. Behind me, I heard Daniel getting ready for a fight too, when a familiar blond head poked into the living room.

"Hey knucklehead, Mom and Dad are in town this weekend and we need to talk about-"

Jack Thompson, my older brother, stopped short in the doorway as his eyes landed on Daniel standing in the middle of the living room, our two wine glasses sitting on the table. Despite both working at the SSR, we hadn't told my brother we were dating yet. We'd talked about when we might want to do that and what it might look like, but thanks to my brother having no sense of boundaries, that wouldn't be a problem anymore.

"What the hell is Daniel Sousa doing in your living room?" he asked, whirling to me. Then, raising his voice as he turned back to Daniel, he rephrased. "Sousa, what the hell are you doing in my sister's living room?"

"What the hell are you doing in my living room?" I demanded, crossing my arms and glaring at my brother. I'd put my gun back in my purse, but the longer I stared at Jack (who was still glaring at Daniel), the more I regretted discarding the weapon. "I gave you a key for emergencies and taking care of my plants when I'm on vacation. You're not allowed to just barge in here whenever you want-"

"How long has this been going on? He's in your apartment drinking wine-"

"And now we present: the thrilling conclusion to The Painted Window!"

"Alright, get out!" I said, giving up on arguing and physically shoving Jack towards the door. He kept staring at Daniel and shouting nonsense at me, but I used my strategic knowledge of his weaknesses that came from growing up with a person to poke, prod, and walk him backwards to my front door as the theme music for the show started playing over the radio.

"You can't just throw me out after I catch you with Sousa-"

"Jack, I've spent three months engaged in this radio show, and I'm not missing the ending because you want to insert yourself into the middle of my life. Daniel and I have been dating just as long, and honestly, I couldn't care less what you think about it. We were going to tell you eventually, but the reason I asked him to hold off is because I knew you'd react like an idiot about it. And I know Mom and Dad are coming into town this weekend, I already planned a full slate of things to keep them busy and off our backs. I'll give you the itinerary at work tomorrow. Now get out."

Jack flung his hands out, stopping himself in the doorway that I'd just thrown open, right before he could tip out into the hallway like I'd wanted him to. He grinned at me, and I gave him my fiercest scowl in return.

"Look at my little sister, just as pushy and irritable as she's always been."

I narrowed my eyes, threatening death without needing to use a single word. I was two seconds away from slamming into Jack to knock him out of my apartment for good, bodily harm to either of us be damned, when he sighed and let go of the doorframe he'd been clutching.

"You know, if you repeat this I'll kill you, but... as far as guys go, Sousa might just be the only one I've met who might be good enough to date my baby sister."

My expression softened, a tiny smile creeping onto my face despite the lingering annoyance as Jack at last stepped fully into the hallway.

"Can't wait to tell Mom and Dad the good news."

"Try it and I'll rat about you making up work excuses to get out of spending time with them," I threatened, stepping forward to close my door and making sure Jack understood just how serious I was.

"Sousa better be wearing different clothes when I see him at work tomorrow."

I slammed the door in Jack's face, then slid the little hallway end table in front of it for good measure.

I huffed, shaking off as much of the irritation as I could, then hurried back to the living room where I found Daniel waiting on the couch, a smile on his face.

"That was fun to watch," he said as I curled up next to him for take two of the end of our date night.

"Yeah, I'm definitely taking his key back tomorrow." Daniel chuckled, and we sat in comfortable silence together as the announcer wrapped up the recap of the last episode. Thankfully, despite Jack, I hadn't missed anything important.

"So... do I need to be prepared for a murder attempt from Thompson tomorrow?" asked Daniel after a second.

A smile grew on my face against my best efforts, and I turned to look up at Daniel.

"Actually... I think you're in the clear. He told me not to tell you, but he said you're just about the only guy he's met who he'd be happy to see me dating."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah."

"Huh." Daniel looked away to stare into space, a bemused but happy smile on his face. I smiled too, snuggling into his side a little closer as the opening theme song for our program began.

"After the show's over... could we talk about maybe telling my parents about you?" I asked, unable to quite get the idea off my mind since Jack had mentioned it. "They'll be in town this weekend, and Jack and I usually do everything we can to limit the amount of time we spend with them, but... I'd still kind of like them to know, if you'd be okay with that."

"Sure thing," he said, pulling me tighter into his side. "Maybe we can use one of the plans we cooked up for Jack on them instead."

"Fortunately I think there's a way lower risk of one of them throwing something at you," I said. "The biggest threat is them talking about marriage and kids whenever we're around for the rest of time, but I can give you some tips for blocking them out. Jack and I have been developing our strategy for decades."

"I'd like that."

I couldn't tell which part of my statement he was talking about, and I couldn't quite bring myself to ask before the program officially got underway. Daniel and I leaned against each other as we listened carefully, and I couldn't help a small smile creeping onto my face. We'd only been dating three months, but I was absolutely, head over heels in love.

I had a feeling Daniel and I had a long future of radio show-listening and wine drinking together in our future, and I couldn't have been happier about it.

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Marvel Taglist: @valkyriepirate​

[twilightknight17]

Today on P5T, I have several questions. I also shake my fist at Atlus a bunch for reasons unrelated to those questions.

My dear darling Lavenza has come up with a ritual that allows us to combine two personas to forge into weapons. The weapons are expensive, but they’re better than the ones in the shop, and it solves my problem of buying/selling weapons being in two separate menus. Now I can do it all in the Velvet Room!

Lavenza is also anthropomorphizing the forge. Some people have dolls. Some people have Featherman action figures. Lavenza has heavy forge equipment.

Erina is also having a minor existential crisis, and I’m kind of impressed they brought this up. Because… yeah. Erina might not be a real person? But I don’t think we’ve had a cognition that’s like… this real. So it’s going to be really upsetting if we have to lose her in the end because she’s not “real”. But the Thieves promise that no matter what, she’s their friend.

The squad hanging out in Leblanc is super cute. We’re making sure Yusuke is fed, we’re playing Tycoon with the actual cards… So I can only assume that Akira manifested them out of his head for them, since they were from the Thieves Den. XD

Yusuke contemplates love, Morgana worries about whether he or Ann is more of a prince, and we go on a whole quest to resolve it.

It turns out okay in the end.

Erina is getting some character development in the direction of being slightly less reckless, and Toshiro is getting some physical development in being a little less of a wimp. But that’s not going to save the pair of them from the horrible names that both of them keep coming up with for these missions. XD

We go on a few missions to free more townsfolk and disrupt more garrisons, and once we have enough backup, Toshiro and Futaba put together a plan to storm the castle. Once again, we ask the townsfolk to be a distraction while we infiltrate through a secret passage. But this time, instead of going out in disguises, it’s the townsfolk who are going to be dressed up. Thanks to Yusuke and the owner of the silk shop, everyone is ready to confuse the hell out of the guards, and it’s great.

Seriously questioning if all Persona security cameras have this weird eye motif and I’m just reading too much into it.

It becomes very obvious that Yuki is attached to and protective of Toshiro, for reasons that make me think that this lady represents his mom. Once we get into the castle, she makes a comment about how it’s different than it was last time she was there, which makes me think his mom left his dad? Toshiro says she passed away, but maybe that was after she left, or maybe his dad just told Toshiro she died?

This castle is really cool, though. All painted screens and floral and stuff.

Toshiro and Yuki head off together to find a path through the new castle layout while the Thieves hold off the guards. They find this really cool door, which opens basically from Toshiro’s thoughts.

The door leads them to… the rooftop amusement park from Ai: the Somnium Files? Toshiro goes into a full-blown panic attack? There’s a woman’s voice screaming at him, blaming him for something, and he thinks whatever “it” is, is his fault, because he “lied”? Yuki is almost definitely a representation of his mother???

But the Thieves are on the way, and the next battle is nigh, and so let’s just save the game and--

…….ATLUS. YOU CAN’T KEEP DOING THIS. STOP STEALING THINGS BEFORE I FINISH MY FICS.

Anyway! ^_^;;;

My only real observation for today is that the Kingdoms so far seem to be following vaguely the same vibes as the Palaces. Big dramatic European castle, Feudal Japan themes… if the next one is vaguely like the Bank, I’m gonna have questions. XDDD

Tomorrow, we take out this amusement park, and hopefully beat the shit out of Yoshiki!

[practically-an-x-man]

⭐ and/or director's commentary for Catch and Release?

Thank you!!~

Long ramble ahead... I got carried away

Okay, first of all... I had to do so much research to write this fic. Sometimes I researched things just for a single line, like the flashback in chapter 6 where 11-year-old Olly and her dad realize the actuators are genuine AI:

Ophelia’s eyes fell on the very last line of code, all the way at the bottom of the screen.  System.out.formatname(“ISAAC”); A moment later, the code jumped back to life, lines of commands once again flowing down the screen.

I've done a little bit of coding before, both block and text coding, but not anything with Java, so I ended up scrolling through a whole article on how Java formatting works just so I could bullshit a made-up command for a single line in the fic.

Above everything else, I wanted this fic to read as genuinely scientific, since the protagonist herself is a scientist. Most of that was a rampant amount of speculative biology, but it is based for the most part on actual anatomy, biology, chemistry, and engineering. I wanted it to be a little bit more genuine than the usual "superhero logic", and it was actually a fun challenge to come up with scientific-ish explanations for things like the villain cures and what have you.

Another bit of speculative biology here in the fic - Flint Marko. I obviously haven't read all the Spider-Man comics out there, so I don't know if they ever tried to give him a more scientific backstory than just "turned into sand by a particle accelerator", but here was my explanation of it:

“It’s delivered as a concentrated beam of radiation.” Peter answered, “At least, that was the plan. The sand that makes up his body isn’t… well, it’s not actually sand. They’re mutated cells that mimic the physical characteristics of sand. If we hit him with the right kind of radiation, we should be able to trigger a mutation that returns his cells to normal.”

I mean, let's be real, the "right kind of radiation" to "return his cells to normal" is total superhero-y bullshit and I freely acknowledge that, but I was pretty proud of that first bit. I mean... how would he still be alive and conscious if he was really made out of sand? Doesn't it make sense for it to be something that looks like sand and behaves like sand, but still maintains certain living properties like cellular structure?

I think if this were an actual, published novel, I'd probably pull a total Andy Weir and obsessively research every point of speculative science in this piece. As fanfic... I still did more research than I probably needed to, but I gave myself enough grace with the knowledge that my readers are reading this just for fun, and even the ones who might have more knowledge into the hard sciences would give me a bit of leeway in that.

Here's one more section from the first cure-discussion scene, since I was just really proud of that whole part of the fic:

“What if we tried converting Connors’ cure to a gaseous form?” she suggested, tapping the rough sketch she’d drawn, “I don’t think we’ll be able to get a syringe through those scales, but if we could get him to inhale it instead…” “That could work.” Norman agreed, “Though I’d suggest a fine mist rather than a gas.” “Like an asthma inhaler.” Ophelia guessed.  “Exactly.” he confirmed, “It wouldn’t require heat, only pressure.” 

This one, I didn't do any initial research for, actually! I already knew the basics of how asthma inhalers worked, and the premise of "liquid to gas requires heat, liquid to more finely-distributed liquid does not", so I was actually super pleased for coming up with that on my own. I did later do a little more research into the mechanics of an asthma inhaler for when they actually built the cure, but the initial idea was all mine :)

As an author, my brain actually works very similarly to Ophelia's, which I think helped me a lot in writing this fic. I've had an interest in biology and anatomy since I was a kid (for a while, my favorite book was a children's encyclopedia on the human body), and certain things like the museum she talks about in Chapter 11 are pulled from my own life and experiences (with a little embellishment at times, of course). Also like Olly, I'm always seeking for the most efficient way to solve a problem, and I'm not going to shy away from a little research as needed.

Her perspective is remarkably fun to write! I think in some ways, she's a reflection of who I might've been if I'd tolerated college a little better. I really love learning, but the college climate was just overwhelming and stressful and it wasn't my passion. Now I'm in a career with both scientific and artistic elements, and I really do love the work that I do... and any time I want to tap into my more science-minded side, I can work on my sciencey superhero fics instead lol

____

Psst- for that star, and since I'm so late in getting the fic updated, have a little sneak peek at the next chapter!

He woke up beside her.  It was something he’d been imagining for months though, though he’d expected it to follow a very different chain of events. He certainly wasn’t expecting to feel like he’d been shoved into a massive pinball machine, with so much of his body aching that it all just became a fogged-over cloud of aimless pain, but… it was what it was, and he’d take what he had. He couldn’t change the pain, not now, but he could appreciate the rest of this.  Olly was still asleep. The bruises under her eyes had faded a bit, though he could hear her breath rasping in her throat as it failed to pass through her broken nose. Her knee was still braced, propped up on a heap of pillows, though still swollen and deeply bruised in a way that made him wince. She’d given up a lot for him, that much was clear. But she was here, right beside him, with her callused fingers wrapped loosely around his own. 

[florelia12]

Winx VR au

I’ve been thinking of Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D again, specifically season 4 where they get stuck in a virtual reality of an alternate world where every character’s biggest regret has removed.

Winx tried it in season 4 in that one episode which was a basic attempt when the Alfea simulator is right there.

Like imagine a case where it gets messed with again or cursed so that the consciousness of the Winx get stuck in this virtual reality but they aren’t aware of it and think everything around them is real.

If we’re following AOS then it would a world where their biggest regret has been changed like musa’s mom surviving, Stella’s parents staying together, domino surviving for Bloom. Then everything would change and it ends up being a world without the Winx since Musa’s mom would have supported her dreams so she would have never come to Alfea, Stella maybe rebelled harder and became a witch? Daphne never passed the dragon flame to Bloom but her actual family is now overprotective over her after the Witches tried to take over Domino so she never gets to leave.

I can’t think of a regret from their past for Aisha other than Nabu’s death but that would be post season 4. If it was something from her childhood maybe it could be Aisha running away with Anne, and shes now this runaway vigilante Princess.

It’d be interesting to include the Specialists too even though we know next to nothing about their pasts. Riven’s mother never abandoned him but that meant he got mixed with the wrong crowd and never got to RF. Maybe Sky refused the betrothal to Diaspro head on, causing issues in Eraklyon or being disowned and joins Aisha’s vigilante shenanigans. We have no canon backstory for Helia and Brandon so thats annoying.

But, I’ve always like the parallels between Leopold Fitz and Timmy, both tech geniuses/cinnamon rolls with self-esteem issues. So in this world Timmy’s (Fitz’s) dad never left and made him feel like shit so he became this Narcissistic tech genius that’s helping the evil guys take over the world.

Then the best part is Flora and Tecna because out of everyone only these two know something’s up. Tecna since she can sense that she’s in a virtual reality because of her powers and Flora not being able to feel or sense anything around her because none of it is real. I can see it driving her increasingly mad and turning her reckless.

We don’t know their canon backstories but I like to think they don’t have any big regrets. So they are the only ones who did end up going to Alfea and living ordinary lives in a sense.

Eventually these two figure out something is wrong and realise they’re in a virtual reality (nerds nerding). So they pair up and try to wake up their friends from this virtual reality.

In AOS there’s the Ai robot that controls the virtual reality and is essentially the villain of their own creation that they have to defeat. But Fitz was the one who created the Virtual Reality (called the Framework) in the first place. This could be one of Tecmy’s experiments in an attempt to program a world without regrets that backfired and caused this whole shit to go down.

Either way I just love the idea of the Virtual Reality just not working on Flora so she’s aware of everything and slowly starts getting more and more unhinged as she tries to get everyone else to understand that its all fake (aka jemma simmons my beloved biologist)

This would be a fun fanfic but I’d need to figure out a backstory for Brandon cuz I don’t think I know his character enough to make one thats true to his character.

[amateur-mint]

Consider the Following: A Lower Decks Theory in Five Parts

Exhibit A: Lower Decks has running themes of the complicated and often destructive relationships between parents and children. Specifically between Beckett and her mom, but there’s also Beckett and her dad, Boimler’s latent mommy issues, and whatever the hell is going on with Tendi’s family. 

Exhibit B: The family/parental themes continue with Rutherford and his relationship with Badgey, and later the AI turning against Admiral Buenamigo in the same way (even going so far as to use the ‘going to burn your heart in a fire’ line with both Rutherford and Buenamigo)

Exhibit C: We don’t actually know anything about Rutherford’s family or where he came from before joining Starfleet. Don’t you think that’s strange? We have at least some information about the other three, but we don’t even know what state Rutherford is from. Ancestrally, he’s assumably Filipino, but all we really have is a ship named ‘Sampaguita’ and the existence of an old barn where he used to work on ships. Maybe somewhere down south. Maybe Texas.

Exhibit D: Lower Decks has established that not all children use their parent’s last names. I’m of the impression that Mariner is using her mother’s maiden name, but we haven’t gotten confirmation on that yet. Rutherford might not even be Sam’s real last name, considering all the memory-erasing nonsense he’s been through. 

Exhibit E: Mariner and Boimler have had multiple adventures together, and Mariner and Tendi have had some good development together (I’m thinking specifically about the Girl’s Trip and the room lottery episode). Boimler and Tendi have been shown continually comforting each other and offering advice, and Boimler and Rutherford at least have the board game and the Mugato episode together. Then there’s the obvious chemistry between Rutherford and Tendi, but think about it--- what have Rutherford and Mariner done together? Gee, it’s almost like that glaring oversight could be setting up for a future arc, perhaps parent-centric. Hmm.

It’s a bit of an out-there theory, and I may be forgetting a scene or something that makes the whole thing obsolete, but I feel like all the pieces are connecting in my head and I do not like the picture that’s forming. 

Imagine Rutherford discovering that his father was the same man who groomed him into making Starfleet’s latest death machines (and yes, I do mean groomed. Young Rutherford was like 17 max) and tried to destroy the Cerritos to cover his own ass.