#This is just the beginning!

[limited-hero]

Chapter 5 page 1-3 Big thanks to @linked-maze for doing page 1! and a big shoutout to @heroesspirit , @bonus-links and @linkeduniverse giving me permission to include their AU's! previous /// next

[local-angst-satan-diinosour11]

ask and you shall receive! @spiderwebd and whoever else takes intrest in this au!

Starting off explaining what I have so far for the Insane Subspace au we have the start of it all: Rusted Boombox!

“Oh so YOUR the one Medkit finds soooo annoying huh? Typical of you playgrounds really, in that case I’m sure Meddy won’t mind if I take you off his plate and ears :)”

Subspace had targeted and cornered Boombox somewhere while enlisting the help of Hyperlaser to wound him, he also decided that this annoying little brat whould be his test subject of choice for a thing he cooked up with the help of the power of his crystals: rust that eats away at the demon as if they were metal (it does stop after a bit, it’s made to make SURE the target stays down if they manage to live)

after that was said and done the two left with Subspace cackling like the maniac he is, taking out one of the two most annoying phighters was just one step of his plan. Feeling cockier then ever and more confident that the world will bend and break to Blackrock. Hyperlaser, however, felt a small bad feeling about Subspace. He brushes it off as just being the usual Blackrock feelings though

back to Boombox, he laid motionless against the wall. The rust had stopped by now, leaving lasting damage to the gear and the demon that fell victim to the organic material destroying rust. Seemingly dead by then from the injuries

…. However. Despite better judgment, and judgement of his fellow deities, a certain ghost looked around to see if the coast is clear. Walking over to the playground phighter and kneeling down as if to check out the damages.

“hm…. I hope you know, I usually place myself as neutral no matter the demon or faction…” he gave a sigh despite having seemingly no way to “however, I can sense something brewing deep down and your team will be needing your help. Your death will only bring Crossroads to its knees, and the others- or at least I- will not allow this to go on.”

he stood back up

“I don’t usually do this, never found the reason to myself, but each of you have a role to play… and you are the catalyst to doing so.”

The deity raised up his broken spectral sword

“May you use it well, it will keep you alive if you ever were to succumb to your grave wounds agian before you get help or help find you. Mabey you can find some extra use for it who knows. Just keep in mind your the only one I’m doing this for.”

The ghostly deity brings the sword down into the ground in front of the fallen demon and then disappears with the sword, leaving small flecks of white lingering in the air…

…. A single twitch.. then another, until the phighter awoke with a huge gasp of air and a flicker of a large white X going into all corners of his visor before it flickers back off again- well- or at least he thinks he’s awake. He’s not sure as something was clouding his visor, making everything almost a dark orangish brown void. “S..SLING?… SKATE?… A-ANYONE?…” … not an answer. That’s… that’s ok, he could find them soon, right? That or they find him, where ever he is.

He tries to push himself up, having almost little success. Pain shot through him, causing him to give a yelp and almost collapse back onto the ground again. Limping it is he guesses!.. “H..hah, n-nothing.. I-i can’t handle..”

He picks up his boombox with a little bit of a struggle, at least all of them came with the instinct to use the gear thier given! He dosnt need to see his boombox to know how to use it, that he’s thankful for… although it feels… wrong. Almost uncomfortable to hold, some kind of scratchy metal-like surface covered the boombox in various degrees.

He just has to hope it still works.

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If your wondering how he gets around, Rusty Boombox ends up using music to get a hold of his surroundings, basically letting the beat guide him in a very literal way

The boombox… not AS powerful as it once was (and bearly even plays a song properly sometimes) But it still works, and hits HARD

If I was going slightly off of Canon Compliance for skins (which I doubt have any lore except for ones like Biograft) I whould say the boom box could cause a area attack similar to Pulse wave attack but it goes all the way around him (and also has spikes added onto the visual), like a sour note

Also one of Rusty’s horns had snapped off from the rust on him! Which is… fun.

[zelda7999]

New Horizons - An Accidentally Undercover fic

Words: 2,454 | Approx. reading time 9:05 min

My first publicly posted writing! x.x Not beta read, nor edited! Any and all mistakes are mine. 

A story in which we follow a different Y/N and meet Eclipse! Explosions follow suit and bonds are sparked!  Really hope I did him justice ;; aaaaaa enjoy! Story under the cut! 

Accidentally Undercover by @lavenoon 

One moment you found yourself top of your class in both Electric Engineering and Chemistry. The next you found several things in your vicinity exploding. It’s not that you meant for them to explode! Really you just thought it would be fun if your presentation contained a little more… Pizzazz! Colours! And most importantly, some bang! So they would really remember it. It was meant to be harmless, just some fluorescent lights and some neon! All of which is typically safe and can be pretty when used correctly… When used correctly.

At some point the metal base of the fluorescents had lost insulation, meaning it had melted and caused a severe pressure imbalance and therefore… Explosions followed suit. One, then two, then five, and multiplying. Your professor started shouting for everyone to evacuate and anyone who may have been injured to go to the nurses office immediately, and you found yourself running out with everyone. A kind of self-preservation autopilot, and that’s how the remainder of the day felt afterwards. Autopilot.

 Going from class, to the Electrical Engineering department head’s office, then the Dean’s office, and lastly to your dorm to pack up all of your things. Apparently what you had done was destructive enough and dangerous enough to warrant your immediate expulsion. So much for those degrees, and for this college for that matter. It was the second in the past four years. You were getting so close too! At least this meant you would get a break to work on your personal projects, a definite plus for now at least.

—

 A couple weeks later you were in your garage working a robotic arm into place, the bolt just would not tighten no matter how much pressure applied to it. A frustration for another day it would seem as the sound of your mailbox stole your focus. All tools forgotten and quickly traded for a handy letter opener. You skimmed all the letters, spam, spam, mail for the previous tenant, bank, and oh? The last one looked quite important actually. Nothing to identify it on the outside other than a nonrecognizable logo. If you had skimmed over it like the other mail, you might have assumed it was from the government.

 One slice of a letter opener later, and you couldn’t believe what was in the letter. First, it was a job offer. Second, it was a job offer for a Secret Agency. You had no clue why they were offering you job, but there was only one way to find out… And you needed a better source of income anyways. Freelance was not treating you kindly. So with not much thought (which you probably should have thought about it a bit longer than you did) you accepted the job.

 The first day approached fast, and a lot of information along with it. First you were provided with a code name, which haha very funny. The codename given to you was Neon. Fitting, but now you really wanted to know how they knew, or why they knew. Your first thought was ‘duh, secret agency’ but that wasn’t enough for you. A deep need was arising within you craving to know why they found interest in you. Sure you had a track record, and an extensive knowledge in electrical engineering and chemistry, but you didn’t think it was something secret agent worthy.

 Second, after your code name, you were then given a small tour of your new work environment. Not very extensive, but what you’re shown will be handy in learning more later on. As you follow the agent assigned with giving you the tour a loud BANG sounds from one of the many doors. While you find yourself jumping the height of a frightened cat, the agent you’re following only reacts with a sigh.

 You almost don’t want to ask, but the curiosity would eat at you if you didn’t, “What was that?”

 “Your soon to be Supervisor.” The agent barely gets this out between the sigh they try to contain and the distain now painted on their face. A normal person would be concerned by that statement, but now you really wanted to meet your supervisor.

 “Is that a normal occurrence?”

 “Unfortunately. I would add the fire department on speed-dial if I were you. Follow me.“

 You didn’t even have to ask as it seemed the agent was now leading you to meet your new supervisor. You didn’t even know his codename yet, only told they were an animatronic. An animatronic who seemed to have an affinity for explosions…? You had a feeling you were going to like them. Even if most of your explosions were accidental… They were still really fun to witness and learn from.

 The sight of the door isn’t a surprise. Soot covered what small amount of glass there was, and on the floor sooty footprints were easy to spot. Thankfully you don’t hear any fire or yelling, a very good sign considering the explosion just happened. The agent guide knocks on the lab door, there’s no response at first. A small disappointment, maybe you wouldn’t meet him today, but the disappointment disappears near instantly when a voice calls “All clear!” from inside.

 Your guide opens the door and you’re already on his heels as he does. The lab inside is large and bright. Despite the smoke and soot coating the ground most of the white still showed through. The white fire extinguisher foam everywhere was helping with that too.

 “I hope we won’t be needing to call the fire department again, Agent Horizon.”

 Your tour guides voice draws your attention back. Tearing your eyes from the messy scene before you to your guide and a very tall animatronic. He had to be somewhere between 7 or 8 feet tall, maybe more if you included the rays circling the faceplate. If the height wasn’t enough to catch your attention, the four arms is definitely the next to. His lower set scribbling away at a clipboard of notes and his remaining two both fidgeting with individual fidget toys. You must have been staring pretty intently because now his eyes were on you.

 “Do I have soot on my face?”

 “Oh- No, no you don’t. Sorry! I uh, I’m um…”

 Your tour guide pipes up before you can embarrass yourself further, “This is Agent Neon. Your newest lab assistant.“

 One of his many hands if offered to you, once accepted you’re trapped in an energetic handshake.

 “Eclipse, nice to meet you Agent Neon!” there’s an abrupt pause that’s quickly filled, “Horizon actually. My code name is Horizon.”

 You struggle to hide your grin as without missing a beat you reply with, “I’m Y/N. Hopefully giving my own name Eclipses the fact you gave me yours, but if you’d rather we could start with new Horizons in mind.”

 You wait for a sigh to follow but it never comes, instead Eclipses expression brightens significantly. You do however get the longed for sigh from your tour guide.

 “We should continue with the tour, the lab needs to be cleaned anyways it would seem.”

 Damn it, you were hoping for a little more interaction before being whisked away… But maybe you could stay? Maybe if you offered to help clean? Maybe if-

 “Y/N could help us clean and I could finish the tour. Agent Neon bright be better use of Lumen resources here.”

 Did he? Did he just make puns out of your code name? Oh goodness is this love? A giggle erupts from you and your tour guide sighs even more. It really looked like they had half a mind to leave right then and there. That’s when Eclipse turns to you.

 “What do you say? Want to help clean? Or cat got your tungsten?“

 More giggles force their way out of your throat as you nod vigorously. You’re so caught up with your own enjoyment the departure of your previous tour guide is missed entirely. If this is your supervisor, you’re going to enjoy this new job a little too much. Especially if the banter can stay this friendly while working.

 “So what were you doing before that cause an explosion? Also where are the cleaning supplies kept in here?”

 A joyful hum sounds from Eclipse’s voice box as he starts off in a direction, one of his arms motioning for you to follow him.

 “A new prototype. Intended to be used as a distraction and weapon on the field, a little iron sulfide goes a long way!”

 “A little? The whole lab is practically covered in soot! If I didn’t know better I would have thought the lab was soot coloured.“

 “We needed to know how much to put into the prototypes, and what better way to find out than testing!”

 The two of you stop in front of a supply closet filled to the brim with cleaning supplies. Looks like a little bit more than a typical lab might need, but if explosions were a norm around here… This was probably a valid amount. You grab a few items to assist in the cleaning, but find yourself falling a little short when you can’t reach the last item you need. Of course it’s on the top shelf. Do you embarrass yourself and ask for help? Or do you embarrass yourself by not asking for help and inevitably knocking something over…

 The latter sounded slightly more appealing, at least then you could say you were just clumsy if you did knock something over. Positioning yourself close to the shelf you stand as tall as possible, but even your tippy-toes don’t quite get you there. You couldn’t even graze the item with your finger tips if you wanted to. You’ve half a mind to climb up to it when a purple hand comes into view and said item is lowered to your hands.

 “Oh- Thank you.”

 “Not a problem!”

 It’s a small gesture, grabbing something for you without having to ask, but it made your heart sing. With all the cleaning supplies procured it’s time to get to work. It’s easy enough to get all the fire extinguisher foam cleaned, the soot is a little more difficult. Not enough to let it stay there however. Meanwhile as you cleaned both you and the taller animatronic quipped puns back and forth. Starting with the theme of cleaning, then trailing off to chemistry, and ending on celestial. It was all too tempting not to, and it seemed like Eclipse enjoyed them as much as you did.

 You’ve almost finished what you’re working on scrubbing out when a thought occurs. If his current prototype was meant to be a distraction and weapon, maybe something even smaller than what he had done previously would work better. Neon didn’t need much energy to be activated, and any energy provided could also be used to trigger an opening mechanism. Without thinking you promptly blurt out the new idea that’s plagued your mind.

 “What if for your prototype it was the size of a cat-ball? A little iron oxide on the inside, a small mechanism to open the sealed ball, and to make it distracting some neon for the glow. I don’t know if it would exactly work… Maybe not with that size but-”

 “Let’s find out!”

 “Wait what? It would be dangerous, someone could definitely get hurt.“

 “Nonsense, let’s get started!”

 “But didn’t something just explode?“

 “It’ll be fine! Lab safety isn’t real and therefore can’t hurt me!”

 “I don’t think that’s how it work- but if you’re certain… Then I think I have an idea for the mechanism!”

 The other lab assistants in the room share a knowing look before resigning themselves to helping. Eclipse leads you to a spot where you can write down and show your design idea, he even adds his own improvements as you go. The excitement from the acceptance of your idea, working on it with him and bouncing ideas back and forth fuels you significantly more than you could have imagined. While you both write and brainstorm Eclipse offers you one of his fidgets, a little stretchy star themed doughball. You accept gladly, it gives you hands something to do during the points that you and Eclipse are simply talking and discussing instead of writing.

 By the end of the planning the two of you end up with a fresh prototype to test out. A little cat-ball with neon and iron oxide. Not a combination you would normally go for, but it would work for it’s intended purpose. For now you only had two of them, one to test now and one to adjust later.

 “So what are the protocols for testing it?”

 “Do you have a clipboard ready?”

 “…Yes?”

 “Stand behind me and get ready to write then!”

 “Wait what? But wouldn’t you-”

 “Nonsense! Let’s get started!”

 Was this really the procedure for this? No way, it can’t be. A quick look towards the other lab assistants confirm however, that this is the protocol. Eclipse prompts you to follow him back to the freshly cleaned part of the lab and you timidly stand close behind him. He was actually going for it. No wonder explosions were a constant here! But you couldn’t deny… This way of testing already sounds a lot more fun.

 “Ready?”

 Eclipse calls with a quick check around the room. Everyone else is already cleared way or left the area. Meanwhile you and Eclipse were dead centre of it all. Oh goodness, maybe this wasn’t the protocol. No backing down now!

 “Ready!”

 There’s a soft whir from Eclipse and then the click of the cat-ball sounds, accompanied shortly after by the sound of glass rolling on tile. It should explode roughly 5 second after activation… Five, four, thr- BOOM! You didn’t get to finish as the heat of it brushes against you and Eclipses lap coat almost blinds you with how fast it’s in your face.

 “Fascinating!“

 The thrill in his voice is hard to miss. The excitement bubbling in your own voice is also hard to miss. Causing something to explode on purpose, and it had pizzazz! And a definite bonus was that fact that standing behind him worked and it felt safe. 

 “It went off before three, we might have miscalculated the timing.”

You’re instantly writing this down and providing your own insights as you do. The others in the room share another look(tm) as they all rush to put out the fire you and Eclipse ignore in turn of writing down these findings as fast as possible. This was beginning to turn into a beautiful relationship! You were going to like this job alright. Especially if everyday was something like this.

[ashrayus]

absolutely lost it over this fic by @neuro-psyche so. have this comic o(- (

go read it rn if u also love some Good identity reveal fic!!!!

[adriles]

they are Cancelling me for dealing with my grief as best i can . also for the vicious war Crimes

[rains-inky-mind]

You know those "if this gets 50k notes I'll xyz"? I don't believe in those. Because I could say something crazy like: if this gets 20k notes, I'll write my next book. And then it'll get zero notes. I do not believe.

[pianokantzart]

A little obsessed with the "utterly burnt out & can't quite figure out how to make it work in this economy" depiction of Mario in the concept art.

Look at him. He's so tired.

[crypticscarecrow]

Would you believe me if I said I'm already making a playlist to the cast

[coffee-scrub]

Mia would have some choice words on Phoenix’s taste in men

Bonus:

[chloesimaginationthings]

I know Vanessa regret saying this in the FNAF movie,,

[anbaisai]

how it felt to wake up today

[lungthief]

listen. i know it's not 2014 anymore and i know it's just a throwaway line and that the russo brothers didnt intend for marvel action blockbuster captain america the winter soldier to become the tragic gay love story that never was but man. having steve say "it's kind of hard to find someone with shared life experience" in a conversation about romantic relationships right before the bucky reveal is so cruel. it's not just about steve and bucky obviously having the shared experience of being "out of time," it's the fact that they've both been stripped of their humanity in opposite directions. steve is a legend, he is an american hero and a national icon before he is a human being the same way that bucky is a weapon and a killing machine before he is a human being. steve knows that anyone who falls in love with him in the 21st century fell in love with captain america first, and that's just not him. but then the one person who knew him first and knew him best and loved him (not captain america, that little guy from brooklyn) so much he died for it is alive, impossibly. and it's a miracle because he's back and it's horrific because he's back under the worst possible circumstances. but to steve, the winter soldier is worth tearing the world apart for because he's always been bucky first. they find each other and suddenly they're human again. and maybe, despite it all, being "out of time" becomes a blessing, because in this century they'd finally be allowed to love each other the way they've always wanted to. like real people do.

like. no. the captain america trilogy isn't about two queer men traumatized and alienated by war and modern life rediscovering and reclaiming their humanity through their love for each other. but. i mean. it couldve been

[markodragic]

my 2022 highlight was when a guy was driving me home after a date and his phone was playing songs on youtube thru the aux on autoplay BUT he was also using it as a satnav so we had to just cope with whatever song came on. anyway we listened to the isolated vocals for "eye of the tiger" in silence because neither of us acknowledged it and it got to a certain point where it would be even weirder if one of us did say something

/edit: I realise a text post doesn't even do it justice, it went exactly like this

[charlietheepicwriter7]

The Joker was apprehended, sitting on the ground as Batman guarded him, but the kid--"Bruce Wayne's newest ward, how tragic! Hehehe!"--was nowhere to be found. Nightwing and Red Hood desperate searched the warehouse until a shuffling noise grabbed their attention.

A kid, black haired just like the kid in the Joker's broadcast, crawling out of a pile of boxes. "Is it over?" the boy asked quietly.

Nightwing guided him to the only exit, unfortunately walking past the boy's own kidnapper. "Yeah, kid. It's over. Come on-"

Like a shot, the boy rushed the Joker and kicked him right in the balls.

The Joker wheezed like a dying squeaky toy. Red Hood froze. Nightwing immediately snatched the boy up by the armpits, but all that did was give the boy the height to attack again, punting Joker in the jaw. The clown went down and cracked his head on the floor. He did not get back up.

There was a moment of silence before Red Hood roared with laughter, his helmet distorting the sound.

[bet-on-me-13]

The cult of...Danny Fenton?

So! Way back when Danny first moved into his new neighborhood in Gotham, he had some trouble controlling his Powers. The different Types and Levels of Ectoplasm in the air when compared to Amity had thrown off his control.

He was used to being in places where his Ectoplasm meshed well with the Atmosphere, like a Water Balloon in a Pool, but in Gotham that analogy would be closer to a Water Balloon in the sewers. It was too different from what he was used to to fully control his Powers.

So it's understandable that he messed up a few times and his neighbors found out about his Abilities.

They took it well at first, Danny wasn't going to go Rogues or anything, and he never used them maliciously, but eventually they got curious.

They asked what his limits were, how he got them in the first place, and what the hell the Ghost Zone was. The answers "None Really", "I died and was reborn", and "A Collective of every Afterlife at once" did spark some interesting reactions from them.

Most importantly, a few of them joked about him being an Eldritch God that they needed to worship. He was good enough friends with them that at that point they felt comfortable pranking eachother, so they did just that.

Danny woke up one day on his birthday, and saw all of his friends and neighbors surrounding the makeshift Throne they had made and put him on while he was asleep. The entire day they chanted stuff like "The Great One requires Ms. Smiths Apple Pie for his day of birth!" And "The Great One Wishes for us to sing the Ritual Song! Happy Birthday to You! Happy Birth-"

After his birthday, they kept up the joke.

It didn't help that his powers had evolved Again! And now he could bestow abilities onto his friends. The jokes they made about their God granting them Supernatural Powers to rule the world with were insufferable.

Then, one day while he was just resting at home, watching a movie on his TV, he felt a Pull at his Core. The same kind of Pull whenever he was being summoned. But why would they summon hi- Oh Shit! It's Mr Jenkins Party today! He was supposed to meet them at the Warehouse they used for special events an Hour Ago!

He quickly accepted the Summoning, but was met with a suprising sight. His Neighbors all tied up in a pile to his right, a spilled table of party food to his left, and right in front of him, Batman and his Family watching him with wary eyes.

Slowly, he opened his mouth. "...so, did you come for the party or..."

[eggsdrawings]

breakup was so bad it was broadcasted on national television