#circuit hacking

[spaceintruderdetector]

[meihouwangslittlecumslut]

Is anyone interested in some... Mechdrakes..?

[butlerm]

Password hacked.

Watch the full video here: https://www.shutterstock.com/video/clip-1110370325-futuristic-cybersecurity-attack-concept-on-network-password?rid=1518998

[octan-computer]

/Fool you? I can assure you that this is not my intention./

Openfiles

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The-Computer status: locked

Blocking antivirus / Antivirus blocked

Blocking activities / blocked activities

Blocking speech / error

Blocking vision / Blocked vision

Blocking pop-ups / error

-The-Computer Archives

-???????? Archives

-robotic files

-Error screens archive

-??? Files

-antivirus

-images

-captures

-lights

-tasks

-Kragle

-more

[thewirewitch]

To the guy who waited at the line to red me in Mario Kart Wii:

You fool. You absolute buffoon. I have seen your type before. Singling me out to try and get free VR. But you. You may not have underestimated me, but you did overestimate yourself. I was to tortoise, and you were the hare. THAT is why you lost to me. You weren't even able to create a big enough gap between you and the finish line to enact your "oh-so-clever" plan. While your ilk were able to pull that same trick on me before, you had to be too confident. Too sure of yourself that it would work. Thanks for the only 1st place I got all night. Your hubris was your downfall.

[1o1percentmilk]

SEE IT'S LIKE…. in my head... Hatori is soo confident and "knowledgeable" when it comes to computers and tech and everything like that because of his powers but he turns into a bumbling idiot around people… and then Touichirou has the double edge of being both the most powerful computer in the world = Hatori HAS to do something with him, but also being a very powerful, dominant human man at the same time... and Touichirou obviously sees all of his subordinates as simply tools and reserves of psychic power but I think he's also willing to set that aside at times to leverage human connections and networking to get ahead (he's so business major coded)... it's honestly the gray area in their power dynamic that's interesting to me... who's the tool and who's the user...?

[drownedz]

Hyperlink

[testing-electronics]

Workshops 2024

[zeroseuniverse]

NCT 127 When You Randomly Pepper Their Face with Kisses

Johnny

Loves it. He grins and goes, "Aww, do it again." He will not let you stop—if you try, he’ll literally tilt his head like, "Wait, you missed a spot." You’ve now started a game that he will win.

Taeyong

Immediate flustered mess. His ears turn so red, and he just blinks at you like you just short-circuited his brain. "W-Wait, why—what’s happening?" If you keep going, he will just melt.

Yuta

Loves it. He will not let you go. If you pepper his face with kisses, expect him to grab your face and return the favor tenfold. "Oh, we’re doing this? Bet." You’re not escaping now.

Doyoung

Freezes. His brain crashes. He’s not used to being ambushed like this, and it takes him a second to recover. Then, he tsks and rolls his eyes, but you can see his tiny smile. He’ll pretend to be annoyed, but later, he’ll randomly kiss your cheek when you least expect it.

Jaehyun

Laughs, so softly. He thinks it’s adorable. He just watches you with this fond look and then murmurs, "Again." He’s the type to let you do whatever you want, then suddenly return the favor when you’re least expecting it.

Jungwoo

Gasps like you just attacked him. Then giggles. He finds it hilarious but also so cute. If you keep going, he’ll just squish your cheeks and go, "You're the cutest thing ever, you know that?"

Mark

Panics. Immediately. "Oh—wait—HUH?!" His brain short-circuits, and he just sits there blinking like you just hacked his system. He doesn’t know what to do with his hands, so they just awkwardly hover before he finally covers his face, laughing. "Dude, you can’t just—warn me next time!" But the next time you do it, he’s already bracing himself with a shy little grin.

Haechan

Instant smug mode. "Aww, someone loves me." He leans way into it, closing his eyes dramatically like he’s basking in the affection. If you try to stop, he pouts and says, "More." You have created a monster.

[luv4arinn]

Bayverse!Donnie headcanons bc his my bbg

Okay, lol, I really needed to let all of this out and just vomit all the ideas I’ve been hoarding about this man. I love him. I’ve adored him ever since the 2012 series, and that made me realize—I definitely have a thing for nerds. And glasses. Dear god.

I hope you guys like this!! Do you think I should do the same for the other brothers? Or maybe for the other characters? (I wouldn’t mind taking the risk and making headcanons like this for Rocksteady, hehe.)

Alright, bye!!

warnings: sfw & nsfw ( but not so explicit?) :p

- He’s a genius with confidence… until he isn’t.

Donnie is incredibly self-assured when it comes to his intellect and skills. He knows his worth and never doubts his ability to solve problems. Jumping out of a plane without a parachute? Easy. Hacking government security systems? A piece of cake. But confessing his feelings to you? That’s a whole different challenge.

This is where his anxious side kicks in. His brain, used to solving any equation, completely short-circuits when it comes to emotions. What if he misinterprets your signals? What if he ruins the friendship? What if you like someone else? Sure, he can design an exoskeleton in less than 24 hours, but love is a field where variables don’t always make sense.

If you think you can hide something from him, think again. Donnie notices everything. From the slight shift in your expression when you’re tired to the pattern of songs you repeat when you’re feeling down. (And no, he absolutely did not hack your Spotify, ahem—)

- That’s why, when you start falling for him, he already knows. In fact, he probably figured it out before you did.

He won’t tell you right away. Inside his head, there’s a storm of chaotic thoughts, organizing themselves into an ultra-detailed data table with every relevant piece of information. Give him a few days, and once his mind has fully processed everything, he’ll come back to you as a renewed Donnie—determined, confident, and ready to make you his.

- Donnie doesn’t just plan things; he breaks them down into a thousand strategies of action. His trash bin is living proof of the number of ideas he discards and reworks over and over.

Gifts? He’s not the type to grab something generic at the last minute. His gifts are so deeply personalized that they’ll make you feel like he knows you better than you know yourself.

Example: If you ever casually mentioned that you’d love to learn to play an instrument, he’ll build one for you—customized with enhancements. If you said you love the stars, he’ll create an interactive star map with the exact alignment of the sky on the day you were born.

Your birthdays, anniversaries, and any special dates are planned years in advance. It doesn’t matter if you’re not officially together yet—he already has ideas saved for when you are.

- Romance in his brain is an equation far too complex.

Donnie isn’t clumsy because he lacks intelligence; it’s because his brain moves too fast. His emotions and logic are in constant conflict, creating an ongoing battle between Confident Donnie and Nervous Donnie.

You’ll see him go from saying something with complete confidence to, “Uh, well… what I meant to say is… no, wait, forget it—” and then getting frustrated with himself because that definitely wasn’t what he had in mind.

But when he manages to organize his thoughts, he’s one of the most direct people you’ll ever meet. Once he crosses the mental line of “I’m doing this,” there’s no turning back.

- Gifts

He doesn’t believe in generic presents. Everything he gives you has a specific purpose. A bracelet that’s actually a disguised tracker (“For safety. Just for safety.”), or a stuffed animal that can record voice messages.

One day, you wake up and find a new app on your phone with your name on it. You open it, and it’s a virtual assistant designed specifically for you, complete with personalized reminders for the little things Donnie knows you always forget.

- Once he has you, you are his priority.

Once Donnie accepts his feelings and takes the step to be with you, he becomes the most devoted boyfriend.

He’s not excessively clingy or jealous like Raph, but his love is obvious in the time and effort he invests in you.

No matter how many projects he’s juggling, if you truly need his attention, he’ll give it to you without hesitation.

- Donnie needs physical contact, but his intellectual pride won’t let him admit it outright. Instead, he prefers to justify it with overly precise scientific explanations.

“Well, you see… my body temperature tends to drop faster than that of the average human, so it’s biologically beneficial for me to share contact with an external heat source.”

Translation: “Hug me. Now.”

If you confront him with something like, “Why don’t you just say you want cuddles?” he’ll turn bright red and start stammering, scrambling for excuses.

Don’t listen. Just climb onto him.

- Donnie can plan everything, but he cannot predict your spontaneous displays of affection.

If you surprise him with a kiss, his brain completely shuts down for 3-5 seconds before he can process it.

Unexpected gestures—hugging him from behind while he’s working, cupping his face in your hands, or kissing his cheek out of nowhere—leave him frozen, recalculating.

Sometimes, his first reflex is to adjust his glasses, only to realize that they have nothing to do with the fact that his vision just blurred from sheer shock.

NSFW

- He’s patient… but only to a point. Donnie will never pressure you. He’ll wait as long as you need, always making sure you feel safe and comfortable.

However… he’s already undressed you with his eyes a million times.

His mind is a machine of ideas and theories, and when it comes to you, he has imagined everything. Everything.

He tells himself he can be rational and controlled… but if you take too long, his thoughts will become a little more persistent.

- He’s not innocent. Don’t even think it for a second.

He may seem shy or awkward about relationships, but when it comes to this, his mind is a laboratory of hypotheses he’s dying to test.

He has analyzed you with surgical precision. He knows exactly how you blush, how you react to certain touches, which words make you tremble.

Do not underestimate him. He has read, he has researched, he has learned.

But nothing compares to the real thing. With you.

When he finally has you in his hands, his brain short-circuits.

No matter how many times he imagined this moment, nothing could have prepared him for the feeling of your skin beneath his fingers.

His jaw clenches, he exhales sharply, and his pupils dilate as if he’s just been electrocuted.

His entire expression changes—from his usual nervousness to something darker, more intense, starving.

- He becomes obsessive about memorizing every single reaction of yours.

He’s analytical. He will learn what you love and make sure to do it better every single time.

Eye contact and sounds. His drug.

Look at him. Don’t look away. Don’t ignore him.

If you dare to hold his gaze while he’s above you, he will completely lose himself in you.

Your voice, your moans, your gasps—they ruin him.

He needs you vocal. He needs to know he’s doing a good job.

If you get shy and try to cover your mouth, he will ask (or demand) that you don’t.

Kinky? Oh, absolutely.

Donnie lives to experiment. It’s in his nature.

Positions? All of them. But his favorites are the ones where you are on top of him.

He loves being dominated.

After spending his entire life controlling every aspect of his world, it’s a relief for his mind to surrender completely to you.

“Set the pace, beautiful. I’m in your hands.”

Toys? Oh, yes.

You can be sure he has researched every single thing about them.

But he won’t settle for the ones that already exist. No.

He will build his own. Upgraded. With precisely calibrated speeds and optimized materials.

“This one has five vibration levels, but if we increase the frequency by 15%, we could—”

May God help you if you walk into his lab at the wrong time.

May God help his brothers if they ever find out.

Dedicated and obsessed with you.

Donnie doesn’t do anything halfway. If he gives himself to you, it’s completely.

No matter how much time passes, he will always give his all to make you feel incredible.

He’s not a casual lover.

He is yours. And you are his.

“You are my greatest discovery.”

[skyeistrying]

🖤Sevika HCs🖤

just random sevika hcs. broken up into categories for general, romantic, and nsfw headcanons respectively.

i didn’t try very hard while writing this, so my writing is probably subpar here but…yolo.

im in love with sevika so i add to this like every day …

men dni. minors dni. men dni. minors dni.

safe for enby lesbians. ♥️

general

* raging butch lesbian 🧡🤍🩷.

* her place is messy but in an organized chaos sort of way.

* she smells like cigar smoke (in a good way), leather, peppery mahogany, and a hint of something sweet.

* collects bottle caps. i can’t explain it, i just have a feeling she would!!

* extremely interested in Zaun’s history. she wont go into a full rant about it but she’ll drop interesting facts about it occasionally.

* has very, very cool, gay aunt vibes!!!

* cat person. just imagine her carrying a sweet little kitty with a sweet little smile on her face.

* actually an excellent cook.

* snores… hacks in the morning like a dad.

* before she lost her dominant arm, her hand writing was neat, very bold, and she wrote exclusively in all caps. she’s relearning her penmanship now.

* very heavy handed.

* completely quit smoking after she got a spot in piltover’s council and hardly drinks anymore.

* her carabiner is on the left side. she keeps the basics on it, so just her keys and one or two old key chains she has.

* in a modern au she would be into classic cars and the process of restoring them. her dream car is a 1970 mustang boss.

* on the topic of vehicles i can see her as a biker too. like, imagine seeing her taking off that helmet … swoon! imagine being her backpack … SWOON AGAIN!!!

romantic

* i feel like she doesn’t do romance very often, if at all. so you are one lucky ducky!

* it’s a lot for her to get used to so things develop slowly. patience is key here. she isn’t used to having someone really care about her, let alone love her.

* she’s pretty standoffish and awkward in the beginning. some might say stilted. she never really saw herself having a partner.

* just be patient with her and let her come to you.

* loves hugging you from behind

* if you’re with her at the last drop, she has her arm around you constantly. if it’s not that, she’s having you sit on her lap.

* she isn’t the jealous type at all. she knows that if you’re with her, if she choses you, she has nothing to worry about. if your loyalty to her falters, you’ve got a big storm coming.

* while she isn’t jealous, oh, boy, is she possessive. very big difference between those two. she’s also fiercly protective.

* got a creep flirting with you at the bar? she lets it be known that you are taken very quickly. is at your side in a second flat, arm wrapping around you all while staring daggers at the perpetrator.

* this woman is a capital F Flirt. will talk you up one side and down the other like it’s nothing. if you’re just someone she happens to lock eyes with at the bar, you guys could go back and forth with flirting and banter.

* BUT if you and sev have been together for a bit flirting can get her flustered from time to time. you know *just* what to say to her to make her short circuit a little bit. no one can get under her skin the way you can. /pos

* calls you baby. if you’re a femme, she calls you her femme. also fond of calling you “pretty baby”.

* surprisingly soft lips.

* kissing her feels like a dream. slow and sweet and sensual. complete with a warm hand on the side of your face or settled on your hip.

* sevika prefers a partner who can take care of themselves. after all, she’s a busy woman and she can’t always come to your rescue.

* her giving love language is acts is service. need something fixed? in classic butch fashion, she’s absolutely got you covered. do you drink coffee or tea in the morning? she’s got a cup ready for you in the morning, *just* the way you like it. she’ll do anything for you when she’s got the time.

* her receiving love language? words of affirmation. she likes to know that you think she’s *good*. that she’s doing a good job and that you see that.

* loves having her hair played with and her scalp massaged. if you have long nails it’s like a dream for her.

* would be so fucking whipped for you. you’re on her mind all the time. smiles when little things make her think of you. memorizes every little detail about you every chance she gets.

* actions over words. don’t expect crazy love letters or monologues about how much you mean to her. she shows how much she loves and cares for you almost entirely through actions.

* most likely wakes up before you and sits there for a little bit just to memorize every tiny little feature about your face. she never wants to forget what you look like.

* she doesn’t have a type. like, at all.

nsfw

* stone top. there. i said it. no questions. no ifs, ands, or buts.

* nipple piercings 🙈.

* oh, she is eating that thang. this woman is a munch. she would know just how to lick or suck you to make you come before you know it. it’s a very personalized experience.

* she learns you inside and out. knows every. little. thing that makes you tick.

* vocal. like, as in, she talks. she’s dirty about it too. all “oh, yeah? you like that baby?”, “be good for me, i know you can take it”, “mmm, taste so fuckin’ good for me” or “i know what’s good for you, now fucking take it”. she talks you through it every time.

* kisses it after she eats it. :)

* weewooweewoo WE GOT A MAN HANDLER OVER HERE!!!! she will move you every which way, any way she needs you to be. if you’re flexible, she absolutely has fun with that.

* has a collection of straps. different strokes for different folks, am i right?

* will sex you with sensual r&b playing in the background.

* touching on one of her receiving love languages being words of affirmation …

* she loves to be praised.

* it’s something she would never explicitly ask you to do. it’s a subtle thing.

* it’s in the way she short circuits when you tell her how good she’s doing, how good she makes you feel. you can tell she likes that, knowing that she is good for you, in the way her hands tremble or her hips stutter or, if she’s going down on you, the way her eyes go soft.

* she will fuck you senseless and then be so, so sweet on you after. makes sure you’re taken care of, that there’s something for you to drink, has towels ready for you incase you don’t feel like showering for a while after you finish. seriously, it’s like two different people.

okay thats it. i am obsessed with this woman and just wanted to share some headcanons i had for her while i finish up a fic i’m trying to write🎠.

cant believe my first writing here was some random hcs but whatever!!!

requests currently open for multiple fandoms, including arcane :).

dividers by cafekitsune

[flowersdiceandlove]

Svsss au where Shen Qingqiu’s female. Shen Yuan is still male though. When he transmigrates into SQQ he freaks out not only because he’s the scum villain but also because he’s a girl now. Where is his dick?!? Airplane, you hack, give me my dick back!!!

LBH’s still a guy and everyone else is the same gender too. It’s just SQQ that has the genderbend. And Shen Qingqiu stews over the fact that not only is he a scum villain and a girl, he's the only woman in PIDW that actually gets a bad end and not just tossed into the harem because Shen Qingqiu was just that bad of a scum villain that not even Luo Binghe, stallion protagonist, husband of hundreds of wives, wants to seduce and papapa her into submission like he did with so many other villainess beauties. And it's not the beauty that's the problem. Shen Qingqiu is beautiful. Like an immortal fairy descended from misty peaks to grace the mortal world. Just the type to fit into the harem. So, it really is a testament to how much Luo Binghe hated her that he tortured and killed her instead.

During the three years of LBH in the abyss, SQQ finds a plant or smth that can turn him into a man. So he eats it or whatever. Then, bam. Male Shen Qingqiu.

Fast forward to Jinlan City and Shen Qingqiu and Luo Binghe meeting again. Luo Binghe freezes and his eyes rack up and down Shen Qingqiu’s form, over his face and repeating the process a few times before stuttering out a very choked and strangled “Sh—Shizun?” Because just did Shen Qingqiu get hotter as a man?!?! (He didn’t but Luo Binghe didn’t know about his transformation and going through the shock of it and a gay panic at the same time. And they’re really close together so he can see all the small changes that are making Shen Qingqiu more masculine instead of feminine.)

“Luo Binghe,” Shen Qingqiu replies, flicking his fan open, his voice cool and even. And Luo Binghe chokes, wheezing out a breath at hearing not only Shen Qingqiu’s deeper, masculine voice for the first time, but that voice saying his name. Send help, this boy is not doing well.

He opens and closes his mouth a few times, struggling for something, anything to say.

"Uh..Um.. Sh-Shizun looks...nice," he eventually says, feeling like an absolute idiot! Of course, Shizun looks nice!!

"...As does Luo Binghe," Shen Qingqiu replies, feeling out of depth because Binghe is two years yearly, and why is he acting so weird? Shen Qingqiu's trying to find Luo Binghe's angle for this weird behavior. Is he playing the traumatized victim of the scum villain teacher? But, if he is, this behavior doesn't seem quite right for it... "Binghe has certainly grown more into himself," he decides to add. More compliments can't be bad, right?

And Luo Binghe's brain short circuits again because Shizun just said he looked nice!!

He lets out a high pitched squeak. Shen Qingqiu is horrified, wondering what is wrong with Luo Binghe. Why is his face so red? And his eyes are shifting around erratically, not focussing on anything. (Luo Binghe can't keep his eyes on Shen Qingqiu--he's to handsome to look at--but also can't look away from him. Seriously, he is struggling bad. Gay Panic: 3, Luo Binghe: 0)

Seeing Luo Binghe continue to look bright red, act weird, and his face look kinda contorted honestly, is making Shen Qingqiu worried about him and his eyes land on Xin Mo. Ah. Xin Mo must be affecting him!! Shen Qingqiu thinks, and calms some at knowing what's wrong. Then that calm is replaced by panic, because Luo Binghe effected by Xin Mo is never a good thing. See, Binghe! This is what happens when you rush your leveling up arc!!

Without thinking, Shen Qingqiu steps forward and lifts his hand to feel Binghe's forehead. Just as he thought. Binghe's burning up. Shen Qingqiu frowns and hums. Luo Binghe goes a bit cross-eyed and his face heats up even more at Shizun touching him. He get's a bit dizzy from it and sways on his feet. Shen Qingqiu's eyes widen at this and reaches his hands out to gab at Luo Binghe's upper arms, stabilizing him. At this, Luo Binghe lets out a high and quite whine in the back of his throat. Shen Qingqiu is very worried now.

Keeping Luo Binghe supported in his grasp, he looks around at the gathered Huan Hua Palace disciples, wondering why one of the girls here isn't rushing to help Binghe. That's what you're here for!! he thinks scowling, then barks out orders at them to find a room for Binghe to lie down in. While they don't really want to take orders from him, they do and find a room. In Shen Qingqiu's ordering, he calls LBH "Binghe" not "Luo Binghe" and it's not helping Luo Binghe regain brain functions.

"Come on, Binghe," Shen Qingqiu whispers to him, ushering him towards the room, "right this way. Can you walk or do you need this master to carry you?" Luo Binghe just whimpers which only worries Shen Qingqiu further and he hurries Luo Binghe to the room faster. Once there, he settles Luo Binghe on the bed. In all his worry, he's fallen back into Protective Shizun Mode that cares for his sick disciples (or Mommy Mode if you prefer). So, he orders the Huan Hua Palace disciples to get water and a cloth and lays the cool towel on Binghe's forehead who's just staring up at Shen Qingqiu with wide eyes. "Shhhh...It's okay, Binghe, you're okay..." he murmurs and Binghe whimpers again, needing to close his eyes. He thought Shizun hated him and thought he was a monster to be put down, but here he was caring for Binghe so sweetly and gently, his touches soft and whispering reassurances to him.

Shen Qingqiu continues to hover over him replacing the cloth when it grew warm, brushing his hair out of his face, patting and stroking his head gentle, and transferring qi to him to try and sooth the effects of Xin Mo. While this little...bout...wasn't brought on by Xin Mo, the sword is still effecting Binghe to at least some degree, so Shen Qingqiu is mitigating that effect. Luo Binghe can only lay there, helpless against the effects of his Shizun and soaking in his affection.

The System kept on giving Shen Qingqiu point increase updates, but they got so frequent that they were annoying and distracting, so he muted them. Shen Qingqiu has however clocked that him pampering Binghe like this and caring for him in such a difficult time is helping his situation and he's hopeful he won't be turned into a human stick as soon as Binghe regains his strength.

One of the Huan Hua Palace meimeis finally can't take it anymore and steps forward, "I can do that. No need for Peak Lord Shen to trouble himself," she says, barely able to hold the vitriol in her voice back. Shen Qingqiu knows his queue when he sees it (at least he thinks he does) and nods gracefully, rising from his seat beside the bed to let her sit in his place. The girl looks smug for only one moment before Shen Qingqiu stops and looks back down at Luo Binghe. He had reached out and grabbed onto Shen Qingqiu's sleeve.

"Shizun, don't leave me," he whispers so soft and broken sounding. He's utterly wrecked by the amount of emotions that have been surging in him, first from the gay panic and then Shen Qingqiu pampering him when he thought he was hated. (Xin Mo wasn't helping either.) And, Shen Qingqiu's heart just cracks at how vulnerable and broken he sounds and the teary look in his eyes, and just plops back down in the chair, grasping Luo Binghe's hand, not breaking eye contact.

"I won't. Shizun won't go anywhere, Binghe, okay?" he says without thinking. Luo Binghe nods and hums, a couple tears slipping from the corners of his eyes. Shen Qingqiu reaches out to wipe them away with his sleeve, one hand still firmly holding Luo Binghe's hand. And, while he hadn't thought before sitting back down or speaking, he can't bring himself to take his words back. Not when Luo Binghe is like this. He clearly needs someone to care for him, and for some reason he wants that person to be Shen Qingqiu. And, who is Shen Qingqiu to deny the protagonist what he wants? And his little disciple at that? While he knows that Luo Binghe is supposed to be blackened right now, when he looks at him, all Shen Qingqiu can see is his little disciple wanting his Shizun.

The Huan Hua Palace girl, though, not wanting to give up just yet, steps forward once more, determined, "Really, I--"

But she's cut off by Luo Binghe growling at her lowly and giving her a harsh glare. She's shocked still by it, her eyes widening and face paling.

On instinct, and so caught up in nostalgia, Shen Qingqiu snacks Luo Binghe's head and glares at him, "Don't growl at her. I taught you better than that."

Luo Binghe looks up at him with wide eyes like a child caught misbehaving, then mumbles demurely, "This disciple is sorry. He won't do it again."

And that shocks Shen Qingqiu out of his nostalgia and he realizes he just smacked. Luo Binghe. The post-abyss Luo Binghe. And scolded him like he was still his teacher and not a scum villain. Terror racing through him, Shen Qingqiu gently pats and soothes Binghe's head, saying sweetly, "Ah, no, it's okay. Binghe needn't apologize, he can growl all he wants." Hopefully that'll do it, he thinks while he continues to pat Binghe's head and fluffy hair. Luo Binghe just stares at him with wide eyes again, his face heating again as well. Then Shen Qingqiu starts fussing over him again and his red face, the girl forgotten. "Ah, is Binghe's fever back? Just lie still. Hey you there--get more water!" then turning back to Binghe and transferring more qi.

Luo Binghe continues to KOed by Shen Qingqiu until he's nothing more than the whimpering, sticky little disciple Shen Qingqiu remembers him to be. just with claws and a demon mark and red eyes and powerful demonic qi. and an evil sword. But still Binghe!! His sweet little bun that just wants his Shizun. (Binghe gets rid of the evil sword when Shen Qingqiu expresses his dislike on how negatively it's effecting him.) And, if Binghe wants his Shizun, then how can Shen Qingqiu deny him that?

[lacedwithpoetry]

────★ Jason Todd hated bonfires.

He hated the murmur of idle chatter, the sticky treacle of small talk that hung in the smoke. He hated the way your father—arms crossed, beer forgotten in hand—kept throwing him glances like lit matches, striking sparks of scrutiny across the flames. He hated the way you looked in the glow of the firelight, incandescent and too much like something out of a dream he’d never admit to having. Worse, he hated the marshmallow melting off the edge of his stick, slowly morphing into a blistered mess of sugar and char.

“Babe, you burnt it,” you call out with a theatrical pout, your voice riding the wind like laughter always did with you—easy, unbothered.

Jason pulls the stick from the fire with a scowl. “It’s supposed to look like that,” he lies, flatly.

You click your tongue against your teeth and snatch the stick from him with a smirk that borders on flirtation. “Lucky for you,” you announce, “I saw a TikTok hack.”

He watches, somewhere between irritation and fascination, as you blow on the scorched marshmallow, legs bracing the stick between your thighs with the kind of casual grace that makes his brain short-circuit. You peel the charcoal skin away like you’ve done it a thousand times, revealing a trembling orb of golden-white sugar.

“Perfect,” you murmur, more to yourself than him, reaching for the graham crackers with purpose. He says nothing—just fishes out a square of chocolate from the wrapper beside him and offers it silently.

You look at him, eyes twinkling. “You pretend to hate this, but you enable the process.”

“I don’t see the point of those disgusting things,” he mutters, tone dry.

Yet he holds the chocolate steady, placing it in the center like an offering as you lower the marshmallow between graham crackers with the reverence of a ceremony.

“The point is, they’re delicious,” you say, taking a bite. The graham cracks, scattering crumbs like confetti across your lap. A dusting of sugar glitters at the corner of your mouth. Jason brushes them away with the back of his fingers, slow and soft, his eyes never quite leaving your lips.

You smile at him, tongue darting out to taste the smear of chocolate on your thumb. He swallows once, hard.

“Wanna bite?” you ask, offering the remains of your gooey creation.

He shakes his head with a snort. “You’re gonna leave here with a toothache and four new cavities.”

You roll your eyes. “And you double-fisting Red Bulls is what—wellness?”

A slow, feral grin spreads across his mouth, canines flashing. “Touché.”

You giggle, caught off guard by the word. “Who taught you that?”

He arches a brow at you, amused. “What, I can’t know French now?”

You hum, loading another marshmallow onto the stick with an air of challenge. “Now, watch how the professionals do it.”

Jason leans back on his elbows, scoffing as if your entire existence is a personal offense—and maybe a little bit of a miracle. “The burnter, the better,” he says.

“That’s not even a word.”

“It is if you say it like you mean it.”

You glance over your shoulder at him, your mouth half-curved in laughter, half in something gentler. He’s already watching you.

The fire pops. The stars above blink, half-asleep.

And for a moment, neither of you say anything.

Just two kids at the edge of flame and dusk, pretending this isn’t the safest either of you has felt in a long time.

[starsinthesky5]

you wrote in the lingerie fic that joe had a polaroid of her, but would joe and songbird ever 🎥themselves or no bc of how famous they are? bc i fear that would send joe into cardiac arrest if he gets to see her everyday like that

a/n: ovulation once again has a strong hold on me im so sorry LMAO

warnings: nsfw, smut

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they don’t do it often, record themselves. not because they don’t want to. in fact, joe thinks about it more than he’d ever admit. the idea of watching her, of seeing her soft and needy and wrecked for him, playing it back when he’s away on the road or holed up in a hotel room aching for her, has haunted him more than once. he’s fantasized about it in the quiet of his own mind, her voice cracking on his name, the shimmer of sweat on her skin, the little “oh” she gasps out when he hits that spot just right—all of it captured. preserved. his. but they’re both famous. and fame makes everything a little less private, a little more terrifying.

joe’s cautious by nature. guarded. careful in the way he carries himself, the way he loves, the way he protects what’s his. even the idea of recording something intimate sends a million alarms through his head—he thinks of phone hacks, leaks, prying eyes, even teammates getting too curious in the wrong moment. he doesn’t even like leaving voicemails too often. so when the idea first comes up—half-jokingly, lazily tossed out while they’re tangled up under the covers on a bye week morning—his gut reaction is no. absolutely not. “baby,” he groans into her shoulder, “i’d have a heart attack. i’d spiral. i’d never sleep again,” and she laughs, sweet and sleepy, pressing kisses to his hair because of course he’s panicking already. of course he’s thinking ten steps ahead about the what-ifs and the leaks and the worst-case scenarios.

but eventually—maybe not that day, maybe not even that month—he changes his mind.

it happens one night when he’s home during the offseason, and she’s just glowing. soft light from the bedside lamp, skin dewy from the bath she took, wearing nothing but one of his old t-shirts (because what else would she be wearing). she climbs onto his lap with sleepy eyes and hips that roll like she knows she’s already got him undone. and something about the way she whispers, “can i ride you, baby?” with her lips brushing his ear—so confident, so fucking pretty, so herself—makes his brain short-circuit.

he asks her quietly, breathlessly, “can i film this?” and she pauses. blinks. “you sure?” and he is. because they’ve talked about it. because it’s them. he knows she trusts him completely, and he trusts her just the same.

joe props the camera on the edge of the dresser, angled just so. she’s already straddling him when he presses record—bare except for her thighs draped over his, that soft flush high on her cheeks, and the 'j' necklace she never takes off catching the light. her hips roll slow, teasing, and joe’s hands are on her waist, eyes never leaving her face. “fuck,” he mutters, already breathless. “you’re so pretty like this, baby,”. she smiles and leans in to kiss him, her fingers threading through the back of his hair. the lens captures the way her spine arches when he thrusts up into her, how her head tips back as a moan slips from her lips, the way his hand slides up her back like he can’t stand not touching every inch of her. it’s not just sex—it’s them, laid bare in the most honest way. his low, ruined whisper of her name. the way she gasps “just like that, don’t stop,” and his hand tightens on her hip because he can’t. not when she sounds like that. not when he knows he’ll be replaying this exact moment every time he’s desperate and missing her. and the camera captures all of it—the worship in his touch, the wrecked look in her eyes, and the raw, unfiltered kind of love that’s meant to be hidden from the world.

they’re so careful. it’s never shot on his actual phone—he buys a tiny, password-locked digital camera they ordered off some online tech shop together, something without bluetooth or cloud syncing or any risk of accident. it never touches wi-fi.

joe treats it like a damn national secret. after they record, he immediately transfers it to a flash drive. deletes the footage from the camcorder. then deletes the trash bin too. the flash drive never leaves his possession. he keeps it tucked in a little zipper pouch in his suitcase when he travels—never in a carry-on, never in a shared space, always locked. password protected. sometimes even double-encrypted. because yes, it turns him on like nothing else in the world, but it’s also sacred. it’s her. and he would rather die than let the world see her like that—not because he’s ashamed, but because that version of her is only meant for him.

and oh god, that version of her. hips rolling, thighs tight around him, hair messy and clinging to her damp neck, soft little gasp slipping out when he grabs her ass and thrusts up just right. there’s one video—his favorite—that starts with her whispering, “you’re gonna watch this when you miss me, huh?” and joe groans, “don’t tease me like that,” and then it’s so much worse when he’s lying in a hotel bed at 2 a.m., his fist wrapped tight around himself, watching her rock into him with that voice echoing in his ears.

they only watch them together occasionally—usually when they’re missing each other a little too much, or when she’s being a brat and he wants to remind her how sweet she sounds when she’s begging. but he watches alone more than she knows. when the nights get long. when practice has him on edge. when he needs to remember what’s waiting for him at home.

and she loves knowing it. loves that she’s the only one who gets to undo him like that. sometimes she’ll whisper in his ear, wicked and soft, “think about the video, baby,” and it wrecks him.

they don’t film often. maybe once every few months, only when the timing feels right. only when they both agree. but it’s never just sex on a screen—it’s them. captured in a way the world will never get to see. private. filthy. reverent.

and yeah. joe’s still so paranoid he checks that flash drive’s location like he’s protecting state secrets.

but it’s worth it. every single second of it.

[aventurineswife]

so how do you think the sahsrau would react to reader being relentlessly swarmed by reporters and hearing the reporters ask the reader about every thing they did in their past from their (the reader's) most humiliating moments to how they met the hsr cast also how do you think they'd react to one of the more tyrannical country leaders (like maybe Russia or north Korea's president) trying to kill the reader cause they thought the reader was a normal person and not the sahsrau cast's God wait how would the sahsrau cast treat the reader's family

(°↓°) have fun with this

Oh man, this is such a juicy setup!

The Reporters Swarming the Reader:

The moment the reader gets relentlessly swarmed by reporters (think flashing lights, microphones in their face, shouting questions)—the entire SAHSRAU cast collectively goes feral.

Fu Xuan would materialize immediately, inserting herself between the reader and the crowd. She’d glare daggers and say something like:

“Step back. If you wish to keep your tongues, that is.”

Jing Yuan would smile charmingly for the cameras while slowly moving in front of the reader like a protective wall. Then softly but firmly:

“I don’t believe our Creator owes you answers about the color of their underwear, or any other question you just shouted.”

Kafka would be quietly amused—but deadly. She’d find whoever pushed the reader or got too close and have their camera short-circuit with an unexplained static surge.

Dan Heng just blocks the microphones, no words, all grim expression. Might crush a few recorders under his foot without even realizing it.

March 7th would be livid if the questions made the reader visibly uncomfortable. She’d start recording the reporters with her own camera like:

“Wow, y’all look real brave hiding behind microphones. Wanna ask about your most humiliating moments next?”

Reader’s Most Embarrassing Moments Getting Aired:

If the reader’s past humiliations were broadcasted?

Some of the cast would laugh with love, like family watching old baby videos. March, Trailblazer, Himeko would find it endearing.

But others—Yanqing, Blade, Fu Xuan—would be offended that the reader was ever in a situation that allowed embarrassment. Like, how dare the world treat you like a regular human??

“Our Creator is not a punchline,” Blade might hiss with a glare so intense a news helicopter just explodes.

Tyrannical Leader Trying to Kill the Reader:

Oof. That’s a mistake that would rewrite history books.

If, say, a dictator tried to assassinate the reader, they would not live to see tomorrow. And not because the reader retaliated— but because the cast would wipe them off the Earth.

Bronya would try diplomacy—for five minutes—before deciding regime change is the only option.

Luocha would offer to “clean up the mess quietly.”

Jingliu? Let’s just say the polar ice caps aren’t the only thing frozen when she’s done.

Silver Wolf would hack into the tyrant's country’s infrastructure, broadcast their crimes globally, and then crash the entire economy in 30 seconds:

“Oops. Lag spike.”

The public would wake up to breaking news: “Country mysteriously destabilized overnight. Officials speechless. Anonymous source: ‘Don’t fuck with the Creator.’”

The Reader’s Family:

Their family? Treated like royalty. No—scratch that—like sacred artifacts.

They’re offered the best housing, protection, and resources on whatever planet the cast chooses to base themselves on.

Pom-Pom bakes for them personally. Himeko sends them gifts. Sampo tries to sneak them coupons.

Yanqing bows every time he sees them.

Kafka smiles and purrs, “You raised them well… thank you,” like it’s the highest compliment in the universe.

Blade would say nothing—but silently stand outside their house for hours like a divine guard dog.

And if the family ever says they feel unworthy or awkward?

“You gave life to the one who gave meaning to ours,” Jing Yuan says, bowing low. “There is no greater honor than being close to you.”

[yammpi3]

𝑰 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖. // 𝑾𝑪: 2.2𝑲

— feat. disassembly drone N x worker drone reader

synopsis. Since disassembly drones need oil to keep from overheating they kill other drones to consume it. But.. ever since the alliance between Disassembly and Worker Drones its been a bit difficult to acquire..It’s not a problem for V to randomly kill someone off but it’s a different situation for N now that his views have changed. AKA…reader supplies him with oil :DD

— content warning. Nothing 18+ just a few kisses, neck biting and N being in pain.. gulp?

— authors note. I fear this x reader is a bit..cringe then again that might just be me overthinking it..ANYWAYS tried my best for this, and still have no idea how to write for a robot. (N might be a little mischaracterized I’m not ENTIRELY sure)

At the end of science class, just when everyone was packing up to leave, you noticed N fidgeting more than normal at his desk.

 

"Is everything okay, N?" you asked.

 

He laughed nervously. "Who, me? Pshaw, never better!" But when he spoke, he looked anywhere but at you and the others.

Thad snickered. "Maybe his circuits are loose again." Lizzy giggled. "Lmao, he probably fried something.” Just as V was about to comment on his behavior..

N got up from his chair abruptly; he swayed unsteadily before catching himself upon another classroom desk.

 

By the time you registered what was going on, N had already ducked out of the classroom door, stumbling down the hall. "N, wait!" you called after him, hurrying to catch up. N was unsteady on his feet, swerving from side to side as he tried to put distance between the both of you.

 

His limbs shook with every step he took.

"G-Gotta...g-get a-away..." he muttered, though you weren't sure if he was even aware you could hear him. His eyes flickered erratically, barely being able to focus straight ahead as he tried to get away.

 

You picked up your pace, power walking down the corridor after him. "Slow down!!" you yelled out, but N was quicker, and before you knew it, when you reached the next corner, you lost him completely.

Your concern for N grew by the minute, so you started tracking him down since something was clearly wrong, beyond a normal glitch.

 

An hour had already passed since you last saw N, yet here he was in the maintenance unit stumbling blindly, crashing into something every few steps.

 

"S-sorry!" he slurred after bumping into a support beam for the third time. An unnatural static fuzzed the edges of his voice. Stubbornly, he scrambled back on his feet and lurched forward without seeing where he went.

 

Was he malfunctioning? But his murder drone programming should have kept him sharp, no?? Seeing him this disoriented was alarming.

 

You trailed him at a distance, hiding behind a variety of things as he walked on ahead. Where was he heading in such a panic? His vents were roaring torrents by now, and visible condensation soaked his frame.

 

Finally, he collapsed behind a supply crate, crawling the last few feet. Had he sensed you following? No, his optics were unfocused, so he couldn't have had.

 

Gingerly, you peeked around the crate to see N weakly clawing at his chest clearly in pain.

 

If you didn't act fast, he would shut down permanently. Steeling your nerves, you crawled to his side.

 

"N? Hey..hey! It's me, Y/N. Are you okay??”

 

When you gently called his name, N got startled so badly that his claws scraped sparks from the metal flooring he sat upon. His optics flashed wildly before settling on your face with a look of panic. "Y-Y-Y/N! S-sorry, but I don’t think you should be near me right now…”

 

N let out an alarmed wheeze that trailed off into a pained whine. It took visible effort for his optics to focus on you. You could tell he was losing some sort of control over his strength, but why??

"You don’t look so good..”

 

N broke into a hacking series of rushed laughter that ended in a groan. "Me? Pssh, n-no way! I'm t-totally fine, like I said earlier. Now please just leave me, yeah?” He waved dismissively, or at least tried to, but his attempt ended up flailing limply.

 

He knew he wasn't doing a great job at reassuring you when you glared at him.

"N-nothing to worry that pretty l-little processor of yours over, really.”

 

N's dismissive act was crumbling faster than his resolve. Another hacking laugh turned into a groan as his eyes started to flicker erratically once again.

 

"N, please. You're clearly not alright." You took his flailing claw gently in your hands. His plating was so hot it almost burned to the touch.

 

A whine slipped, “Crap..crap. It h-hurts,

Y/N. M-My core, it h-hurts so F̵̬̏́̏͆̀͝ų̸͙͋̿̃̌͋́̈́̆͑̕͠c̶̜̜̼̥͓̚k̷̫̺̝̈́̀̿̇͐̐͑ḭ̸̧̻̞̻͚̳̘̩̣͋̀̃́̔̊̋̚ň̵̞̪̯̼̟̗̩͈̖́g̸̩̤̩̼̘̪̀́͊͗̋͐́̇ much."

 

You've never seen N this vulnerable before…

"What can I do to help? There must be something." N trembled, fighting some inner battle. Finally, he met your gaze, his optics showing an agony of want behind the discomfort.

 

"T-there is s-something, b-but I shouldn't..." Strangely, another sound intermingled with the strain in his voice now.

Was that...hunger?

 

Stroking his plating gently, hoping to soothe, you pressed, "Please, tell me what you need." His vents hitched wildly. Then, in a strained whisper, he cracked.

"Y-your oil...I ne-need…it."

 

A shiver visibly ran through his frame. His optics darkened as they focused intently on your physic, more so your neck and wrist.

 

"I..." he began weakly, then stopped to swallow. His claws clenched tightly as if fighting the urge. You waited patiently for him to continue, showing concern but no sense of alarm.

 

After a long pause, N dragged his gaze with an effort to meet your face once more.

“T-tell me to stop," he whispered, his fangs peeking out as he talked.

 

"I so badly n-need it, but I don't w-want to hurt you.” His claws lifted toward your face but stopped only by his wavering will. You knew this would be the only way for him to cool down.

 

You looked deeply into N's eyes, past the haze of glitches that overtook his screen.

"I trust you," you said calmly without fear. His breathing became more ragged at your words.

 

In a flash, his restraint broke—but instead of lunging at your throat as you'd expected, his claws tangled in the fabric of your shirt, yanking you flush against his overheated frame. You gasped at the contact, feeling the waves of heat pouring off of him.

 

N buried his face in the crook of your neck, fangs tantalizingly. "P-please..." he stammered once more, sounding close to genuine tears. Raising a hand, you gently clasped the back of his head, threading your fingers through his silver hair.

 

"Take what you need," you told him firmly yet tenderly..After yet another hesitant pause, his screen displayed an X. Then, with a grunt of gratification, his fangs smoothly penetrated the sensitive wiring of your neck.

 

Your breath became unsteady as N's fangs pierced you. It didn’t hurt as much as you thought it would—just a little bit of a pinch. His hands gripped your shoulders for support as he drank deeply, allowing the oily fluid to course through his system.

 

For several moments the only sounds were his gulping intakes and your own measured breaths; you kept still so as not to disturb him. You watched as the pained lines on his face slowly eased, his eyes returning to normal. His plating, which was boiling hot only moments ago, cooled down to a much safer temperature against you.

 

N withdrew his fangs from your neck, making a small trickle of oil leak from your wound.

 

He leaned back in hastily, swiping his tongue along the twin marks. You shuddered at the foreign yet not unpleasant sensation. But N paused, a flushed look appearing on his screen. “Ah g-geez, is this w-weird?”

 

He glanced away, clearly embarrassed  "What I mean to say is, um, my saliva can help the wounds close up faster? If, uh, you're okay with my germy mouth touching the injury I c-caused? No funny business, I swear! J-just bros being bros, p-patching each other…um up.”

 

N winced, realizing how that sounded. "N-not that we're actually b-bros, unless you want to be? Biscuits. Just—just let me do this, kay?”

With your consenting nod, N gave a short awkward chuckle and leaned back in. His tongue swiping over the wound. It began to tingle as the mark he had left slowly began to close up.

 

"It's strange to think your spit has healing properties," you remarked softly, not wanting to break the intimacy of the moment. N hummed in agreement, laving one last swipe across the bite mark before drawing back to assess his handiwork. His optics flicked up to meet yours, searching for any sign of discomfort.

 

"How does it feel? Are you in any pain?" he asked, his tone laced with concern despite his own drained state. You shifted experimentally. "Stop worrying. Just a slight tingling.“

 

N searched your face anxiously. "Are you sure? Nothing else? No dizziness or discomfort?" His optics roved your features, taking in every subtle reaction. When you reassured him again that all was well, the tension melted from his shoulders—only to be replaced with guilt.

 

"Y/N, I could have seriously hurt you," he said quietly, horror creeping into his tone. "My systems went haywire; I had no control. If I had bitten down any harder..." He shuddered, unable to complete the thought.

 

"But you didn't," you said firmly. "You fought off the urge just enough to get the help you needed. I trusted you, N." He shook his head sadly. "Your trust may be misplaced in me. The overheating....what if next time I can't—can’t stop.”

 

N shuddered again at the dark thought. Seeking to ease his distress, you shot him a playful smile. "Well, if it happens again, we're in this together. At least now I have a cool vampire drone friend!! The whole sucking my oil thing was pretty vampirish.”

 

He cracked a hesitant chuckle. "Yeah, maybe I'll sparkle in the sun too." Feeling bold, you leaned in with a faux-dramatic voice, "I vant to suck your coolant..."

 

N actually snickered at that. You beamed, glad to lift his spirit, even if it was only for a brief moment. His smile faded as reality set back in.

 

"But seriously, what if next time I really hurt someone?” On impulse, you threw your arms around him in a hug.

 

N's eyes widened as you suddenly hugged him close. For a moment he sat stiffly, caught off guard. Then slowly, oh so carefully, his arms came up to return the embrace.

 

"Y/N...if anything happened to you because of me, I don't know what I'd do," he said quietly against your shoulder. You squeezed him tighter for reassurance. "Hey, it'll take a lot more than some murder instinct to take me out. Have a little more faith in me, will you? Stop being so edgy.”

 

“Edgy?" N scoffed, "Sorry, nearly ripping your throat out put me in a gloomy mood."

 

"Ripping my throat out?” You echoed with a wry grin. "Well, luckily that didn’t happen, did it?”

 

N huffed, “Maybe. But what if next time I lose it?"

 

You opened your mouth to respond, but he quickly shushed you.

 

“You just leaped right in like it was nothing. Do you have any idea how badly this could've ended?" He gestured vaguely to the drying wound on your neck.

 

"You drones are so..so fragile. One wrong move and I could've—" He cut off, unable to say the word. His arms flexed unconsciously, as if longing to wrap around something and squeeze. To protect, or destroy? Even he wasn't sure.

"You'd never hurt me, N. I believe in-"

 

Your words halted as he glanced up, his eyes searching yours with raw, wavering emotion. An urge welled within you, sprung from compassion more than reason. You leaned in to press your lips to his in a soft kiss.

 

"Mmmph?!" N made a muffled sound of surprise, his body locking up stiffly. Your tongue briefly caught the tang of the lingering oil before you pulled back with a slight grimace.

 

His faceplate shone a distressed yellow blush. "I-I'm so sorry, I should have wiped my mouth better!“ he stammered.

 

But you simply smiled and leaned in again, pressing your lips gently to his once more. Then, slowly, he began to relax into the kiss.

 

His screen switched to a loading screen. In that moment, all his train of thought derailed off a cliff. N's screen flickered back online, and one of his hands floated up to gently touch his mouth, eyes wide and staring blankly.

 

"Bwuh-wha...you...kissem—I mean, I kissem-no, we...kissed?" he sputtered

 

"We k-kissed. You k-kissed me," he whispered, his optics shrinking to pinpoints before dilating wide again. A nervous giggling burst out of him.

 

"Oh biscuits, what d-does this mean? Are we like..” his tone lowered to a soft whisper.

“Dating n-now?”

 

"Well, uh, I guess you could say we're kind of sort of datingish now," you replied bashfully. "If-if you want to be my boyfriend, that is."

 

N's entire face lit up. "Boyfriend..Awhh Y/N!! Id love that." He hugged you tightly, lifting you off the ground and spinning you around in excitement.

 

"N set you down gently, his optics still shining with unbridled joy. However, a hint of seriousness crept into his expression as he looked at you intently.

 

"This doesn't mean I'm not mad at you for what you did," he said, his voice low and eyes narrowed slightly. "You could have been seriously hurt, or worse. You really scared me back there."

 

You sighed and nodded. "Yeah, yeah, I get it. Next time, I'll call V or someone else—I won't try to handle things on my own and potentially get myself killed." You paused, then added with a wry smile, "I promise."

N's stern look softened, and he hummed contentedly. "Good!" Reaching out, he took your hand in his larger one and gave it a gentle squeeze.

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