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[womanofwords]

Everybody's Favourite (Part 1)

Everything turned upside-down when the principal pulled you out of class when you were seven years old. You'd been colouring nicely when she came in.

"Y/N, I'd like to talk to you," she said. "Could you come with me?"

"Have I done something wrong?" you asked.

"No, dear. Just get your stuff."

You collected your things and went with her, where a police officer was waiting. "Here's Y/N, officer," she said to him. That was when you learned, in a haze of horror, that your dear mother had died while you were colouring in class without a care in the world. Car accident.

"Not to worry, she made arrangements as to who would look after you in the event of this happening," the police officer said. "Your biological father . . . Bruce Wayne."

So off you went to your new home, away from your friends and old neighbourhood and everything you'd ever known, and towards the figure known as Bruce Wayne.

The first thing you noticed about your father was that he was, obviously, very rich. All his cars were the fancy ones you used to stare at with your mom when you would walk together.

When you arrived, you had all sorts of questions for your father. "How did you meet my mother? Why didn't you talk to me before this? Did you like spending time with her?"

"I'm rather busy, Y/N. I'll show you to your room," Bruce said, escorting you to a guest bedroom. "We can decorate it later."

Later never came.

After a few weeks, you met his other kids, Dick, Jason, Tim, Barbara, Cass, and Stephanie. They all looked so cool, like teenagers from a movie. But they always had to 'do stuff'.

"What kind of stuff?" you asked.

"They're a part of scholarships for gifted students," Bruce said, before any of them could say anything. "I happen to be privately tutoring them."

"Oh. So you spend time with them because they're talented?"

"You could put it that way."

That revelation lit a fire underneath you. If your father wanted talented kids, then you would have to be a talented kid.

In everything you could get your hands on.

You became a polyglot, devouring different languages like nobody's business. You took part in gymnastics, just like Dick, and also track. You got straight As in everything, forcing yourself to study night after night. You read the same classic books Jason loved so you could (hopefully) have something to bond with him over. You took some coding classes so you had something to talk about with Tim.

Alfred became a consistent source of comfort, bringing you food and making sure that you didn't over work yourself. He came to every event you had, loyally videotaping it for future viewing.

Nobody cared to look at the tapes. Nobody watched you collect your awards for fastest times, or graduate early as valedictorian. Nobody listened to your headmaster sing your praises as he listed your various scholastic accomplishments.

Damian was the worst. The moment he met you, it was clear that he would hate you until he died. He looked at you with such disgust, such contempt for your existence. Once, he cornered you with a katana that he held so close to your neck that you were cut. Another time, he sicced Titus onto you, leading to a nasty bite mark on your arms when you put them up to defend yourself.

"Titus mauling you would have been an improvement to the Wayne bloodline," he sneered, as you bawled your eyes out. "When are you going to get it through your simple-minded skull that we don't care what happens to you? It's annoying to hear you chatter to us and make conversation about being head of your class and breaking sports records. We all scoff about it when we're on patrol."

Your throat went dry. "Patrol?"

"Of course. Father, Dick, Jason, Stephanie, and myself all have our own alter egos. I am by my father's side cleaning the streets of scumbags as Batman and Robin while you are trying to be top of your stupid little class." He punched you in the stomach, hard. "Honestly, it's a relief to get away from you and your nauseating neediness."

Alfred came to console you after the fact, but he wouldn't hear a word against Damian for hurting you, or Bruce for letting it happen. "Master Damian has had a . . . difficult life, Y/N," he said. "And Bruce's childhood was by no means easy."

You gave up on your family after that. Nobody really wanted you, and Damian actively hated you.

You were nobody's favourite.

Part 1 <- You are here

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[internetdaddy98]

The Ties That Bind Us - Chapter 3

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Content Warning: Gunshot injuries; blood; medical procedures; I have 0 medical knowledge; if I've missed any warnings, please let me know.

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The sun was barely up when you walked into Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center, coffee cup in one hand, badge clipped to your scrub top. Daylight streamed through the rotating doors—mocking, almost, in its calm. Unlike the night shifts that had swallowed you whole in adrenaline and triage chaos, today felt like stepping into unfamiliar territory. You preferred the dark. Things made sense in the dark, sharper instincts, fewer witnesses. But today, you'd be working under the full scrutiny of fluorescent lights, bustling staff, and most importantly, him.

You’d barely set your cup down at the nurses’ station when you heard Dana’s voice.

“Dr. Williams,” she said, clipboard under her arm. Eyes warm and friendly “You’re here early.”

“I like to see what I’m walking into,” You replied, sipping on your chamomile tea, “Chaos is more polite when you greet it first.”

She gave a low chuckle. “You’ll fit right in alright.”

As you headed towards the lounge, you began to take in the place that you had come to know after hours. The hospital felt quieter during the day, or maybe you were just getting used to the hum of codes, psych holds, the unrelenting stream of mayhem. You were nine weeks into your fellowship, and while that hardly made you a seasoned veteran, the initial fog of disorientation had lifted. You knew which nurses worked nights versus days, which CT techs were the fastest, and which vending machine had the good stuff. 

You caught a glimpse of Dr. Robby’s back as you entered the lounge room, and he headed towards Dana. You hadn’t talked since that night after the Pittfest shooting, but he had become a constant thought, threading in and out of your days like a song you hadn’t meant to memorize.

You wondered what his story was. The real one. Not the rumors from the other residents—something about a patient he couldn’t save, about working too many shifts and not enough sleep.

The lingering shadows of that night in the Pedes' room had remained with you for days after. But today you’d be working together again. Officially. Attending and fellow. Supervisor and learner and you were willing to learn. 

“Dr. Williams,” Robby greeted you at the nurses’ station, glancing at you through his glasses, before returning to look at the tablet in his hand. “You look awake. What’s your secret?”

You smiled as you leaned over. “Excessive caffeine and existential dread.”

He let out a soft chuckle, the kind that came from deep exhaustion. “Ah, the classics.”

“Good morning, good morning come on over. We have a new face joining us today,” he began, inviting the residents and interns to huddle around both of you.

“This is Dr. Williams, Emergency Medicine fellow fresh from night shift”, Robby continued to introduce you to the team as you smiled and waved at everyone. ”If I’m not available, she is the person you find”, Robby added.

You started walking the floor together, reviewing labs and orders, updating notes on the fly. You noticed the way he read the chart notes like he was trying to solve a puzzle that had a missing piece.

He had a way of listening that made patients lean in a little closer, and a way of speaking that made families breathe easier, even when the words weren’t good. Every patient came with a rhythm: neuro checks, vitals, med orders. Robby didn’t micromanage. He observed. Nudged gently. Asked questions that made you think but didn’t corner you.

He didn’t hover when you took charge of a GSW to the abdomen. Didn’t flinch when you suggested changing the antibiotic order for the open tib-fib. When you slipped on a word explaining a FAST scan to a med student, he seamlessly jumped in—not to correct you, but to reinforce your point.

He had a way of making space for people without shrinking himself. And you couldn’t decide if that made him more or less intriguing to your wandering mind “So Dr. Williams,” he said between cases, “day shift treating you better than night?”

You breathed out a laugh, “I haven’t had anything thrown at me yet,” you said. “Seems promising.”

He grinned—really grinned—for the first time that morning. “Give it time. We haven’t hit the lunch rush.”

Throughout the day, you slipped into your role instinctively—leading the ABCs, calling for chest x-rays, ultrasound probe in hand. Robby stood behind you, watching. You could feel his presence like static electricity on the back of your neck.

“He's hypotensive,” You called out. “FAST is positive—right upper quadrant.”

“Good eye, Dr. Williams,” Robby murmured. Then, louder to the room: “Prep for trauma laparotomy. Notify OR.”

It wasn’t until the patient was off to surgery that you realized your hands were shaking just a little.

Later, after a long stretch of back-to-back trauma codes and one surgical boarding nightmare, you caught a break in Abbot’s spot. You leaned over the rails, looking out, chewing a protein bar like it had personally wronged you.

You heard the emergency door creak open and shut, you looked over your shoulder to find Dr. Robby walking towards you.

“You did well down there, kept your cool,” Robby said once he stood beside you. “Nice work leading that.”

“I was a little worried you’d grab the probe out of my hand,” you admitted, only half-joking.

You left out a long breath.

“Is it always this insane during the day?” you asked, looking down at the ground floor of the hospital.

“More noise. Fewer excuses,” Robby replied.

There was a beat of silence before you added, “Thanks for not micromanaging me earlier.”

“I didn’t need to,” he said with a shrug. “I trust you.”

There were so many things you wanted to say. About how you still dream of the Pittfest victims. About the guilt that creeps in when you laugh too freely or go a day without remembering the patients who coded in your arms. But instead, you just stood there in silence.

You stayed a little after shift change, scribbling down notes, double-checking charts, not quite ready to leave. You finally stood, stretching the stiffness from your spine, when you felt his presence.

“Thanks for today,” you said.

“You didn’t need me much,” he replied. “That’s a good sign.”

“I still want to learn from you.”

Robby looked at you, his gaze suddenly serious but not cold.

“You will. But don’t forget you already bring something to the table. You’re not just here to follow. You’re here to lead.”

Your throat caught, just a little. And you nodded.

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This fic is a 25 parter that kinda took a life of its own

[rabotimagines]

"Pet names" pt4 GN BOT Reader + Soundwave (His cassettes), Starscream, Megatron

Summary: Reader has become partial to using human pet names for everyone.

Warnings: Megatron mentions of thinking of hitting Reader but it's light hearted all things considered.

G1 characters: Soundwave (and his cassettes), Starscream, Megatron

Genre/Theme: Platonic/light crush vibes

Notes: Con Bot Reader! Reader is higher ranking in the Decepticons and knows how to fight. Reader is said to be more loyal to the cause then Megatron necessarily. Reader is written as older bot in mind.

Pronouns: You, Your, Yours

Soundwave Isn't expecting too much to go wrong today, since it was only an inventory day on the nemesis. You pass him the datapads he requested from you and he almost immediately drops them all when you speak. "Here ya go, Love. let me know if there's any issues with 'em" Soundwave freezes at the term but also has no feasible clue as to what his next course of action should be in this situation. But at his sudden silence you only meet his visor and a smile curls on your derma. And then your em field brushes warm across his side- But Soundwave doesn't say anything when you then turn on your pede and head to go back to your own tasks. And Soundwave is stuck standing with a stack of datapads in his servos for longer than he'd admit to, till he finally forces himself to place the pile on his desk. Then Ravage comes running back a few joors later asking to dock and he complies- and is promptly hit by the visual of you calling Skywarp "Babe" and he's suddenly now aware you've just seemingly begun to do this.

Soundwave admittedly does enjoy it. It was simple and there was no harm to your actions. A smile there, a name there, em field warm to the touch and filled with something almost... delicate. Soundwave did admittedly crave some form of domesticity, it was quite literally embedded in his coding with his frame type. The Decepticons didn't operate on such things so he's long learned to savor the small moments he'd occasionally share with his cassettes behind closed doors. But the affections you offered would make his frame want to instinctively lean forward for your em field to simply feather across his frame faster. So Soundwave allows himself the small enjoyment since there's no deceit in your field or frame when you do so. It's something that soothes the slight ache of wariness in his joints and fills the gaps in his plating.

Theres also the fact he's gotten a heaping amount of blackmail from recording the other Decepticons various reactions to your actions. Some were obviously violent with you promptly putting unruly soldiers back in their places before calling them sweet names again with a hint of bite when they were flat on their afts. He knows you know how to handle yourself and you were still a high ranking officer so the only one who could technically order you to stop was Megatron himself. But you didn't tend to report the insubordination itself. So Soundwave may as well keep the acting out recorded for when he needs to remind someone that Soundwave has his own ways of keeping the rabble in line. There was also the few recordings of some who didn't fight back and optics would brighten harsh enough their faceplates would either risk coloring or would color cobalt. Which were also quite a good source of blackmail for Soundwave.

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For the cassettes it's only funny when it's someone else. Whether it's Soundwave or another one of them your attention is on. They're smiling and chuckling over whoever is on the receiving end. Laserbeak and Ravage are the fastest to not care about image since their already prone to physical attention due to both their alt modes being beasts. Getting a helm pat while you coo and call them "Gorgeous" has them both pushing back against you fast for more affection. The twins (and Buzzsaw) are hardafts about it, Scoffing and turning their olfactories up at you. Rumble actually does enjoy it a lot but you wouldn't be able to squeeze that outta him. No chance in pit! They all collectively enjoy watching Soundwave being on the receiving end more though. They can physically feel Soundwaves reactions to your affections and its hysterical every time Soundwave is shocked for half a nanoklick before bashfulness gets snuffed out of the bond link. (It's never fast enough that the cassettes can't feel it first though).

They're little slaggers and will not hesitate to push you to interact with Soundwave for something even if they do have the information just because they wanna see you inflicted on Soundwave. Soundwave catches on fast however and immediately begins doing the opposite to them. Turning you on his cassettes for something even when Soundwave already has the information, and watching them promptly fumble with the attention. You've unknowingly become a game to them all which is who can they get to interact with you and watch their optics brighten in real time. It's funnier if whichever con tries to fight you for it because the cassettes already know they're gonna just watch you knock somebot on their aft.

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Starscream is ranting about Megatrons latest easily avoidable battle fumble that could have been avoided, if he allowed Starscream to kill Optimus last battle instead of stupidly let the mech get back up again. It was time for a high command meeting and it's you and him waiting on Soundwave and Megatron. Starscream knew you entertained his ideas and Starscream knew sparkdamn well your loyalties lied more with the cause then Megatron. So he wastes no chance to try and persuade you to join his side over Megatrons whenever he can. You just leaned your faceplate against your own servo which was propped up on the meeting table. "Darling, you know perfectly well how he is with Prime. He's possessive, and knows he'll only get to kill him once. Megatron wants to savor the death of Optimus Prime." You stated as if it were so matter of factually and not simply that your bumbling leader did whatever he pleased regardless of if it was detrimental to the Decepticon cause.

He thinks on what you'd said longer and scoffs, his wings flicking at the battle memory. Then his optics widen a touch when he thinks you'd just called him "Darling"? No No you definitely had just started that statement off by calling Starscream darling. Starscreams gaze snaps back to you with questions but your expression betrayed nothing at all, expression and em field completely neutral. Had you- Not realized you'd done that? You met Starscreams gaze and a smirk curled on your derma. "What's wrong, love?" Your em field lightly brushing against his side has Starscreams expression furrowing before he can even attempt to hide his own befuddlement. Then Megatron walked into the room with Soundwave and both your helms snapped to them instead. Starscream doesn't know what the pit you were playing at then but then sees you say something flirtatious with Skywarp of all bots- then Soundwave, and then hes demanding to know if you've had your personality module shorted when they weren't looking. But you just smirked at him in the infuriating way you did and say "What? I just think the Cons could use a little TLC." Starscream cannot hide his sneer when you explain what "TLC" means. You were Decpticon warriors! Not blasted organics in a cheap shoddy excuse for a romantic film. Skywarp actually growled at him when Starscream told him to act like his sparkdamned position, and not hike his wings so high in the air when you interacted with him. Growled at him! Starscream was going to shoot that idiot the next chance he got.

Starscream hates your little excuse of a habit and he's starting to hate interacting with you. Every meeting is an infuriating term, or smile, or all spark forbid you try and fan your em field out against him again- he might just threaten to end you there and then! Starscream was a war frame! Not just any war frame but the second in command in the Decepticons! Your position aside, you still were not above Starscream in rank! The only time he actually lets you is on accident- when his guard drops. Starscream returned from a mission with an earth item they needed for their plans and had to outgun and quickly outrun the Autobots by himself. And what does he get when he returns? Megatrons infuriating unappreciative aft telling him he should've been faster. Starscream is seething off to the side when a servo grasps his arm and Starscream whips his helm around ready to fight, obviously, and its you. "Great job out there, Darling." You say with a smile and your em field fully presses against Starscream and it is warm. Your thumb rubs a slow press against were you're holding his arm and then you simply let go and leave.

Starscream would have shot you if his embarrassment caught up to him before you'd left. But instead he's stuck standing there like a fool alone with his wings hiked high in the air without his own input. His own optics burning. Starscreams engine growled under his own vents and he stomped off to go get ready for the impending battle. He was going to slag you for this foolery one day! (Starscream does not even entertain to fleeting thought to find you to next time he completes a task. The thoughts dead and smelted as soon as it has the audacity to form.)

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Megatron knows were your loyalties lie but you were competent and a good solider so he has no qualms with them. After all you'd simply stated you'd tell him yourself if you thought you had to kill him for the sake of the Decepticon cause. Megatron laughed knowing you were completely and utterly serious about that. He simply offered the same sentimentality back to you. He'd known you for a very very long time so the clarity of were you both stood on any situation was typically warranted. That said after vorns of knowing you he's still not ready when your giving him your verbal report and you hold out the datapad with the written report still on the screen for him to take. "All that said not too much to regard about, Sweetspark. Thankfully the mission went off without much of a hitch." Megatron stops were he is and at that point he's in the middle of taking the datapad, servo still holding onto the electronic device and held in front of himself. And Megatron stares back at you letting what you'd just said settle in the silence. You don't open your mouth again to explain yourself so Megatron opens his.

"Are you- overcharged you fool? What... buffoonery are you trying to accomplish here?" And Megatron looks at your optics to genuinely check if they are any brighter as a sign of overcharge but their the same brightness they always typically are. He watches a smirk curl on your derma and feels amusement fan in your em field- He knows because Megatron can blatantly feel it brushing against his chassis. It's not strictly unpleasant- but it is foreign enough he has to suppress the instinctive urge to pull back.

"Ah, Sorry Sir," Your em field flexes warmer when the word leaves your mouth, "Learned that praise is apparently shown to encourage morale and good behavior. It's been working with the other cons so far. Even got some of the usual misbehaving rabble to start acting more... proper." You were doing this with the soldiers.

"Has it now?" You only nodded unperturbed still by the situation. You were competent and if the unruly soldiers listened when you had no regard for indulging the brutes in such a thing he couldn't exactly argue against it. However- "Hm, Do not use such terms when we're not alone. It would be ill advised for the others to hear me referred to by such things." Your smirk widens and further amusement curls against Megatrons frame and he as to resist to urge to try and strike you for it. Knowing fully well you'd more than likely dodge and would rightfully try and strike him one back. (Before likely booking it out of his throne room before Megatron could stand properly.) Megatron enjoys it more than he would ever admit, even to you. Your smile, Your unrestrained em field, and he even enjoys the rather confounded little names you'd use whenever you were alone with one another. It didn't make much logical sense considering how ridiculous the entire affair was but Megatron wanted you to continue doing it. And Megatron was never restrained with his own desires.

He does however restrain himself when he suddenly gets the baffling urge to reach a servo out and brush his knuckles against your faceplate one night. Something so ridiculously... chummy was not something Megatron would stoop low enough to perform. So he instead lets his plating lax a touch more than usual when your em field brushes against his own frame. You were simply putting work into the sanctity of the Deception cause. Nothing more, nothing less...

[munsonsmixtapes]

I’ve been in a feral mood to request grinding on Eddie in his van. Front seat until you’re straight up fucking like the first time you’re on top. And he is guiding you as you lose yourself in euphoria.

The. After he writes this on the window… because it’s Eddie

You’re so right! This is so Eddie coded!

Eddie x fem!reader

Cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v)

If there was one thing about you and Eddie it was that more than likely that you were fucking if you were in his van. It was the perfect spot since it was more that likely that Wayne was at the trailer and it was just so easy to slip into the back to have a quickie in some abandoned parking lot since you two couldn’t seem to keep your hands off of each other.

Once again, Eddie had parked the van in what looked like the abandoned parking lot you frequented and before you could even register what was happening, he was leaning over the center console, pressing his lips to yours, not holding back his moans when your tongue entered his mouth.

You were desperate for him already, not even wanting to get warmed up with a make out. You needed him and you needed him right then. You pulled away, letting the both of you catch your breath.

“Can I get on top of you?” You asked, unsure why you were nervous he would say no. He seemed pretty eager to fuck you right then and there.

“I’d be kind of offended if you didn’t, honey.” At that, you tried to gracefully climb over the center console, trying your best not to get hurt.

You settled yourself onto Eddie’s lap and his hands moved to your hips as you began grinding against him. Your hands rested on his chest as you kissed him, this one slow and gentle, as if you two had all the time in the world, and right there, in that abandoned parking lot, you did.

Your tongues tangled as you continued to grind into him, your underwear getting soaked as you felt his dick forming a tent in his pants.

Eddie’s hands moved underneath your leggings as you reached down on the side of the seat in search of the lever that leaned it back. You found it with ease and leaned the chair back as far as it would go as you let Eddie take what he wanted from you, you pliant to his every move.

You both struggled to pull down both your pants and underwear, laughing because of how small the space was. Maybe there was a reason why you always fucked in the back. He got both down to your ankles and you moved so he could take off his sweatpants, the waistband hitting the tops of his sneakers.

You both removed your hoodies and they were abandoned in the front seat before you reached over and grabbed a condom from the glove compartment before opening the packet and sliding it onto his cock. Afterwards, you settled yourself down on it, both of you moaning at the feeling. You rolled your hips into him as you rode him, hard and fast, the only way either of you liked it.

You had never been on top before in the many times you had slept together, but you had to admit that you liked it, loving to see him come undone underneath you.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he said in between breaths. “Love to feel your weight on top of me.”

“Well, I love the way you look underneath me. You look so pretty, baby.” You continued to ride him, your hands pressing into his shoulders. He grabbed onto your hips, his own bucking against yours.

The only sounds that could be were your moans mixing with your labored breaths that were fogging up the windows. You continued to grind into Eddie as his hands scratched up and down your back, his moans almost sounding like screams.

“Fuck, so good, honey,” he whimpered as you rode him the hardest and the fastest that you could, feeling absolute euphoria at the feeling and his praise. “Doing so well at your first time on top.”

“Only because I’ve learned from the best,” you winked and Eddie felt himself getting even more hard thinking about the fact that you had been taking notes from him.

He left more scratches down your back as you gave him one last grind, the two of you giving it your all. You both let out a few more moans and you moved just enough so Eddie could pull out before placing yourself back on his lap.

After you both cleaned up, you leaned against his chest. His hands rubbed up and down your back gently as you both laid there, trying to catch your breaths. You felt one of Eddie’s hands leave your back and you whined at the absence of his touch.

“Hold on, honey.” You could see his arm moving and turned your head to see what he was doing. He was writing something on the window that you had fogged up and you tried to figure out what it was.

“We,” you read the first word out loud as he wrote it. “Just.” He finished the second word and you rolled your eyes as you realized what he was writing.

“Eddie,” you scolded, shoving his shoulder.

“What?” He laughed. “It’s true.”

“Yeah, but you don’t need to advertise it.” You shook your head at him. Sometimes he could be so immature.

“But I have to advertise that I’m fucking the hottest babe in town,” he scoffed as if that was a good enough explanation.

“I’m the hottest babe?” You asked, now not so upset with what he had written on the window now that he had complimented you.

“Of course you are,” he rolled his eyes. “And the prettiest and the smartest. I could go on.”

“Please do.”

“How about I show you instead?” He pulled you in for another kiss, warming you up for round two, the writing on the window being completely forgotten.

[hoseokslefteyebrow]

Thinking about....

Street racer! Suguru, who you go from enemies to lovers with in the most unique way.

You met when you were around 17 years old.

Originally you two didn't click.

Yes, he's gorgeous, and charismatic, but also arrogant and seems to not value women, or at least, that's what you think.

You don't race. You're only at the car meets and alike because your best friend, Ryomen Sukuna, races. (Besides- You don't have a driver's license.)

Originally, Suguru never looked at you twice.

Yes, he knew who you were, and sure, you were at least kinda good looking.

But not pretty by his standard.

You don't wear short skirts, nor show off a lot of skin. Nah, you wear whatever you want, and it's always a question whenever you're in the mood to have been wearing make up that night.

You're the simple kind of girl who doesn't catch his eye. (Enough girls did though, he was rarely single.)

Your best friend, however, is a whole different story. 

Ryomen Sukuna was quick, amazingly so. Perhaps even the fastest on track. 

Suguru's best friend Satoru is the only one who can keep up.

It somehow weaves you into their friend group (Satoru, Suguru, Shoko, and now Sukuna and you.)

And at first, Suguru doesn't care.

Until you show you do.

There's a simple code the streetracers you surround yourself with keep.

'Don't hit a pedestrian. ' 

Simple enough. 

They choose to race, and they've sworn off of accidentally taking lives because they love to be reckless.

Suguru is forced to honor that code one fateful night, years later (you're now 21), when a drunk teenager stumbles across the road, forcing him to hit a tree.

The damage was as expected.

The other kid he was racing had crashed too, his girlfriend injured in his passenger seat, guilt and panic overtaking his actions.

He doesn't notice Suguru, heavily injured in his own car.

You're the first to notice that he's late.

Suguru lost occasionally, sure, but the other kid hasn't arrived either, which was suspicious.

With a sigh, you had turned to Satoru, who was chatting up a girl he was known for having the hots for (she still hasn't agreed to let him take her out), but he had simply waved you off.

Rolling your eyes, you turn to Sukuna instead  calling him to check out their track, see if something happened.

He agrees. ( He'll take any excuse to drive anywhere, anytime.)

Of course, you come across the scene of the crash.

Sukuna is quick to call the cops, while you race over to Suguru with wide eyes.

He's stuck in the car, heavily injured.

He's barely able to keep his eyes open as he looks at you.

He's unable to speak for the moment.

But he thinks an angel had come to take him up to heaven when you tenderly cup his cheek and fuss over his injuries.

That night, you spend the night in jail, along with most of your friends, with Suguru in the hospital.

Your mom and older brother were not amused as they bailed you and Sukuna out of jail. (Your father found it hilarious.)

The next day, you visit Suguru.

He's touched, and surprised.

He only expected Satoru to visit, maybe Shoko, but definitely not you.

(Later, you'd find out that he had a girlfriend during this time, and that she was at the car meet during the crash- she had been chatting up other boys. Also, you'll learn that she broke up minutes before your first hospital visit.- She didn't want to care for him. )

Due to the extent of his injuries, he needs a lot of extra care. One of his legs broken, one of his arms healing from fire wounds because of when his engine caught fire while he was stuck.

And you're the only one there to do that.

Out of your own free will.

Satoru is busy.

He leads the same life as Suguru after all, so Suguru understands. 

They were both sons of business men. Future ceo's of big companies.

Suguru's parents were disappointed, and turned a blind eye to him and his needs.

Instead, they hired someone to attend to him.

Which turned out to have been unnecessary. 

You turn out to have a big heart.

Coincidentally, this happens during one of the school breaks (you're in college) and you care for him every moment while you're not at your side job or don't have anything important to attend.

You care for him at a level where you would sometimes stay in the guest room of the house. You care enough for his parents to notice you.

He starts to see you in a different light.

You're beautiful. 

He never realized he'd find someone attractive by especially their personality. 

But he also realizes you're too good for him.

He's done nothing but ignore you after all. 

At most, he'd send you a cocky glance, yet here you are, tending to his every meet.

(Eventually, he'd ask Sukuna if you'd do that for just everyone. And your best friend would shrug. He didn't expect you to care either

In reality, you would. Because you count him as a friend. Even when you didn't expect Suguru originally to care for you the same way if the same thing happened- you're selfless like that.)

You two get to know each other better. He gets to know about your likes and dislikes, your favorite things to do and hobbies, and in return, you're surprised to find out he likes the traditional Japanese style he grew up in, though he also likes hip hop music.

It nearly makes him sad that you'll spend less time once he's healed and college classes have started again.

He's in college too, but in a different, high class school.

He finds himself reaching out to you more often.

You hang out more often too.

At the same time, Satoru and his crush advance too, and eventually after one of the car meets (one Sukuna isn't attending, you usually tag along with him, but you actually came with Suguru,) Suguru, Satoru, his crush and you tag along to a restaurant.

You decide to go in one car to cut parking costs.

An interesting detail is that Suguru never lets anyone besides Satoru sit beside him up front if multiple people are in his car.

It's always been like that.

He also drives one of those three door cars, where you gotta push the seat up in order to climb into the back.

But to your utter surprise, he stops you as you're about to climb in behind the passenger seat, telling Satoru, his best friend to sit in the back instead.

It makes your eyes widen, though Satoru doesn't mind, all too happy to get up close with his crush.

(Also, he knows Suguru likes you. He most definitely doesn't mind.)

You're the first girl to sit up front besides Suguru. None of his ex girlfriends ever sat beside him in the front seat. It had always been Satoru.

And now it's you.

Later on, he doesn't let you pay either.

Things between the two of you are going smoothly, and Suguru nearly has the guts to try and ask you out, when you suddenly have a boyfriend.

The two of you talk less. And it sucks. Suguru hates it.

Sukuna tells him that the dude you're dating is a douche too. 

The Douche hates the platonic bond you share with Sukuna (it's a sibling like relationship.) And also dislikes Suguru.

Imagine Suguru's absolute pleasure when he meets the guy. (Along with Sukuna, Shoko and Satoru.)

He's using his own charismatic personality to his advantage, and the Douche is indeed a douche.

You agree to meet up in your favorite Japanese curry restaurant in the city. ( The one Suguru loves too.)

Sukuna is quick to pull you to his side, sliding you into the booth and sitting down beside you before Douche has a chance to sit down next to you.

Suguru is quick to join you at your other side, which leaves Satoru and Shoko to sit opposite along with Douche.

Douche adds fuel onto the fire by adding the spiciest dish the restaurant has, even challenging the cooks to make it spicier.

(Later on, you tell Suguru that Douche has a weak stomach, which Douche was well aware of, but ignored.)

Not only does Douche nearly cry because of the spiciness, but he also makes the dinner awkward by suffering cuz of the heat. 

In fact, the mood is ruined to such a level, that everyone passes up dessert.

(The restaurant has the best mochi in town in multiple flavours- Suguru knows you love them.)

And the bill is split.

(Suguru is disgusted when your boyfriend doesn't pay for you, and pays for your part.

You're wife material, and deserve the very best and to be pampered.- In his most humble opinion.)

Later on, (barely five minutes later), Douche realizes he has to throw up, unable to handle the spicy food.

You're borderline embarrassed as Douche throws up in a garbage bin (thankfully out of sight) once you're on your way to the car garage.

Suguru feels borderline disgusted with Douche as he casually comes back after throwing up.

Douche reaches out to you, but it seems Sukuna and Suguru have the same thing in mind.

Suguru is quick to gently take you by the hand and pull you in his embrace, while Sukuna roughly grabs Douche by the hair and all but punches him in the face.

No one feels sorry except for you when they leave him in the city by himself.

Once again, you're seated up front in the passenger seat like the passenger princess you are while Satoru, Shoko and Sukuna are squeezed in the back.

It's quiet for a while, until Sukuna eventually tells you to just break up with him.

It kinda goes back and forth between Suguru, Sukuna, Shoko and you for a while. Because you don't want to, for whatever reason.

Suguru doesn't understand why you're willing to hang out with that douche and put yourself through his bullshit until everyone is out of the car and he finally asks you.

But then you get a little shifty and uncomfortable, admitting that Douche is your very first boyfriend.

For a moment Suguru is speechless, because you're a beautiful person inside and out, he never expected that at all.

'Because who would date me?' -Is your answer, one you give with a smile when he asks why.

Suguru's eyes widen.

Have you always had this low of a self vision of yourself? 

He feels stupid for being blind of it. There have been instances where he's noticed your insecurities, but he never thought they all connected to that.

He's stupid too, because even though he knows and thinks it, he doesn't outright tell you to leave Douche and date him instead.

He knows that he would treat you so much better after all.

However, you do break up with Douche that very night.

Douche didn't like how he was punched by Sukuna, nor how Suguru so casually pulled you into his side.

In the end, he blames you for everything  even when you've done nothing wrong, and forces you to choose between him and your friends.

Obviously, you choose your friends.

Suguru and you grow closer after that.

Very much closer.

You become a bit more extrovert.

You had always been introvert, sticking to Sukuna while not necessarily afraid to meddle.

Eventually you had also tagged along with Suguru everywhere, but it's different now.

Months pass with the two of you growing closer, and finally, one night, at Satoru's place, yet another party, (for what you don't know.), he finally speaks the words that have been on his mind all along.

You're both drunk, but not drunk enough to forget.

You're pressed closely next to each other on the couch, side to side.

Suguru's arm is wrapped around you, holding a beer.

An excuse to pull you closer whenever he takes a sip.

(The reason he's drunk in the first place.)

Finally, he confesses that he can treat you so much better than Douche did.

For a moment, you're confused. (Who's Douche again?)

But then you realize what he's trying to say and you fall quiet, surprised.

And Suguru full out confesses. He's loved you for two years. He hated to see how Douche treated you, when he knows you deserve better. Maybe you even deserve better than him, but he's selfish. He wants to keep you for himself. 

Forever, if you'll have him.

By the end of the confession, you're speechless, surprised.

And then you leave without answering him.

Suguru feels regret and heartbroken when he wakes up the next morning in Satoru's guest bedroom. (You had gone home the previous night.)

Meanwhile you're pondering. You're confused over your own feelings. Because do you like Suguru? You've never explicitly thought about it.

Yes, you love spending time with him. Yes, you don't mind being alone with him whenever you go to places. Yes, you like when he laughs, especially when you're the one making him laugh. No, you don't like when other girls get too close to him or make him laugh the same way you do. You love when he pulls you close into his side, or when he rests his hand on your knee or thigh when you're in his passenger seat. - Oh shit, you're in deep.

You shouldn't be surprised. While you had been in that toxic relation with Douche, even Douche could see it. He had mentioned before that he didn't like Suguru because of how close you are, and the way you looked together.

Barely a day later, you text Suguru that you want to meet up, to talk about things.

Suguru's surprised by your text. He really thought he blew it with you.

Now, he feels a tiny bit of hope as you two talk, and he feels like the luckiest man in the world when you tell him you want to give the two of you a try.

You're not sure about loving him just yet, but yes, you do like him. Do find him attractive.

Suguru is okay with that. He's ready to love you, and he'll wait for whenever you're ready to love him too. In the meantime, you'll be fine, safe and happy with him.

He's sure of it.

Although his confession is messy, eventually he'll find out that confessing to you was one of the best things he's ever done, no matter how messy it was.

Masterlist

[katyawriteswhump]

perfect (scent)match 💖

For @steddiemicrofic April prompt, ‘score,’ and @steddiesportsau week 2 prompt, 'solo sports' (tennis)

WC: 351; Rating: T; CW: none; Tags: Omegaverse, A!Eddie, O!Steve, Tennis pro Eddie, slightly inspired by this post, fluff, very mild angst with a happy ending.

Summary: Tennis pro Eddie gets a whiff of his scent-mate in the stands and totally loses control of his game… (I had a whole epic backstory for this that wasn't needed in this little version, about how Eddie learned tennis and how nobody at Hawkins High knew he played till he hit the big-time... might be fun to explore in a different fic one day.)

🎾🎾🎾🎾🎾🎾

Eddie turned tennis pro in 1987—powered by Alpha grit, his warlock racquet, and bad-boy tatties that got more press attention than his game.

Until the Indy Challenger, 1991.

The moment that delicious Omega scent struck, Eddie smashed his fastest ace. Iced-tea-with-lemon, earthy yet sweet… It couldn’t be him, right? The scent made Eddie wanna slay every rival Alpha in the arena, starting with his opponent. He nailed the set, scanned the crowd, then stared like a starstruck teen.

Steve Harrington stared back.

At High School, Steve’s perfume somehow whispered to Eddie through clouds of blockers. It did again now, from the back of the bleachers, and Eddie’s possessive growl blindsided him.

Just like High School, Alphas surrounded ‘Princess’ Steve. Were they random fans? Courting him? Married to him?

High School Eddie had sucked it up. Tennis’s bad-boy? No way!

His focus shattered. He earned code violations for swearing and howling, lost track of the damn score. The match was a bust, then Steve was leaving.

Alone.

Eddie fist-pumped in triumph. He barged into the crowd, tracing Steve’s musk, which now bled longing and loneliness, familiar feelings which panged Eddie’s heart.

Eddie blocked Steve’s path, and the Omega's scent spiked with fear. Whoops!

“Eddie!” Steve squeaked. “Erm… Sorry you lost.”

Eddie smiled, hoping to calm the skittish Omega. Then his words blurted out wrong: “Totally your fault, Honey.”

“Huh?”

Eddie mentally facepalmed. He yearned to lick Steve’s blushes, crush those squirms with hugs. Oh, and ensure Steve’s already sweetening scent never soured with loneliness again. “Was surprised to see you, that’s all. You wanna grab a drink? Catch up?”

“Wow… Yes! I’m a huge fan.”

Yeah? I’m yours, Honey.

“Cool.” Eddie felt the opposite—burning with crazy happiness, dripping sweat. “Better shower first. I reek.”

Steve blushed, cuter than ever, then sucked his lip like the little tease he was: “Mmmmmm, yeah. Totally love it.”

Eddie didn’t shower. Instead, they drank of each other’s scent and kisses, then cried till they laughed.

That summer, Eddie won the US Open, smashing every damn point as if his cheering scent-mate and soulmate was the prize.

🎾🎾🎾🎾🎾

My steddie fic on AO3

[lightweaver-chosen-if]

Hey, I love this story so far!

As someone who is considering writing their own Interactive Fiction, I'm curious what your process for writing a chapter is. Like you mentioned zero drafting a while back, and I found it's really helped, so are there any other techniques you'd recommend? :0

Omg hiiii! It’s definitely a labor of love, but it’s so rewarding. I wish you luck if you end up going for it!

I'm a feeling a little uhh shy doing this since I'm not the fastest nor greatest writer out there... but I’d be happy to share what’s worked for me so far.

Just know that everyone's process is unique, but I hope something here clicks for some of you :D

Tips?

Try to avoid jumping around scenes/routes

I used to jump around from scene to scene, but I’ve found that it makes me prone to flow and continuity mistakes. It's especially troublesome as the story gets bigger.

Now I try to focus on one route or scene at a time. This helps me stay in right headspace, keeps everything cohesive, and is much more efficient.

If you find yourself tempted to jump around, try sticking with one part until it’s complete, or at least until you’ve written a solid chunk of it!

Use CSIDE's (find | find & replace) function to help look for pronouns/names. And do a quick test before playtesting your game

Not sure if everyone uses this... but Ctrl + F then typing the word (ex. he/she/her/him etc) you want to change into a variable helps so much. Especially for hunting pronouns. Highlights words making them easier to see.

A quick Ctrl + T will save you from pain when you're deep into playtesting...

Try the CGST plugin for playtesting routes

I mainly use it for the back button and seeing notifications when a variable changes. With this you can quickly check if all choices are working as intended. It's super useful!

Only caveat is that it only works in Firefox.

Oh and yes, you'll have to upload a private demo for playtesting in COGDemos to try it out ( ˙▿˙ )

Zero Drafting

I know I mentioned it already, but I have to rave about it again!

If you're struggling with where to start, this method might help you. It’s all about getting your ideas down first. It's okay if it’s a mess. Just pour everything into your draft. The main goal here is to keep your ideas flowing, you can always refine them later.

This gives you a foundation to work from and, in my experience, it's a huge relief knowing you don’t have to perfect everything immediately.

You can also mix in coding during the zero draft phase! It’s a great way to test how the choices fit together with the scene you’re working on.

Laying out all the groundwork can save a lot of time in the long run.

Apps that helped me (and might help you too!)

Articy (free)

Not only can it help visualize the paths, but it can track variables too! Also has tabs where you can store character and other lore entries. It has its own language so you'll have to learn it for awhile, but it's pretty easy to understand if you have time :)

I don't use it anymore though since I feel more comfortable doing everything in CSIDE now. But it still helped me a lot when I was getting dizzy with all the gotos, labels, and stuff.

Notion (free)

Just a neat place to store outlines, lore, or ideas! I used to use simple google docs, but this one has more features like; create checklists, put existing pages (scenes) into a timeline, etc. In case you're curious, I used this template in particular.

[evangelineshifts]

“electricity is the speed of light, which is the speed of thought. there is no through. you’re already wherever you need to be.”

“i can’t ’think’ in executable code-“

“Oh, my god! you ARE the code. stop thinking like a programmer. use your imagination!”

- Pantheon (2022)

just heard this in the show i’m watching and immediately ran to write it down cause they are so real.

going more in depth about things below the cut cause I'm a thought daughter 😕

Awareness is considered to be faster than consciousness. It is your awareness you’re shifting and not your consciousness. You become aware of your DR before any of the conscious stimuli even reaches your body, before you can hear, see, smell, touch, etc. you are aware of your DR. That might sound confusing (trust me, it’s confusing for me too as I’m learning this right alongside you) but this is why it is so stressed in the community to just let go off everything like that shit is done and dusted swear 😭. Symptoms, 5 senses, focus, none of it really matters in the grand scheme of things cause as soon as you shift you attention to your dr you’re there. 

“According to current neuroscience understanding, awareness is generally considered to be faster than conscious perception;

meaning that the initial detection of a stimulus, or "awareness," can happen before the full conscious experience of that stimulus is formed, which takes a bit longer to process in the brain.”

Now I personally like to believe that awareness is the first step in perception so when you think you have a failed attempt or that nothing happened when you laid down to do your method remember how you envisioned your DR, how you mapped it out in your mind, for those with aphantasia; how you described to yourself where you were, know in your heart of hearts, that right there was the real fucking deal and I’m so serious. I know everyone is always waiting for the external stimuli and we aren’t gonna pretend like thats not what we’re doing this for but those bitches are like running as fast as they can and they can NAWT run very fast dawg 😭😭😭 smell and taste are the slowest senses, the fastest being hearing. 

You know all those stories of people saying they “minishifted” and the way they knew is that they heard someone from their DR? Have you ever read one of those and been like “that’s fuckin bullshit it was probably just someone in their CR that they mistook for their s/o or something.”? Have you ever heard one of those stories and just sorta 🤨cause subconsciously you associate actual successful shifting with seeing and feeling? Well let me tell you the list goes; hearing, touch, sight, smell, taste for how quickly they perceive new stimuli so I wouldn’t put all my eggs in those baskets fox and friends cause those bitches are tripping on their shoelaces trying to catch up 😕

“Based on reaction time, the human senses from fastest to slowest are typically considered to be: Hearing (fastest), Touch, Sight, Smell, and Taste (slowest);

with hearing having the quickest response and smell and taste being the slowest to perceive new stimuli.”

Here is some other things I found about the way the brain processes things for all the scientific homies (note: I’m barely fact checking these. Its 8 am and i’m doing this cause i saw a scene on netflix 😭i also thought it was 6 am so pardon me):

“When a sensory signal enters the brain, it goes through various processing stages,

with the initial detection often happening at a subconscious level before reaching full conscious awareness” 

If you’ve ever gotten that feeling that you shifted and you swear on your life and your grandma’s kitten that you did but like you have no physical stimuli to back it up it was

probably your subconscious alerting you to the shift in spatial awareness before your consciousness caught up. Kinda like the brains automatic threat response;

“The amygdala, responsible for processing fear, can react to a potential threat very quickly, registering awareness of danger before conscious perception of the threat itself.”

You can become aware of things before you even realize what’s happening. In the shifting community you’ll find examples of that in shifting stories when they don’t even realize that they’ve shifted until they take the time to actively think about it. There have been incidents where people have spent full days in their DRs before realize cause it’s just that natural. It’s instinctual.

“Studies have shown that brain activity related to a decision can be detected before a person consciously reports making that decision,

supporting the idea that awareness precedes full conscious experience.”

Anyways that’s all for all the girls, gays, and theys who think to much like I do! Happy shifting mwah 💋🍓

[littleoneamanda]

GF: Stanford Pines

Well, probably one of the fastest drawings I have been drawing xD

The original art style is pretty easy to work with, but I think I will keep doing it in mine after Fidds. Unless you want to see me draw more in the original style. Let me know! :D

Now to my thoughts on the book of bill and Stanford as a character. (SPOILERS)

The missing Journal Pages in this book are probably the ones that I found the most interesting and disturbing. We learn more about Ford as a person and what kind of friendship he had with Bill.

I just wanna say this, I really don't see how so many people saw them as "lovers" which I (imo) found very problematic and disturbing.

I think it is pretty clear Bill only uses Ford for his own gain. His property. Ford was the perfect human for his plans.

Take everything Bill says in the book with a whole spoon of salt.

"Even his lies are lies"

-Code from TBOB

"The ego of a king. The insecurity of a circus freak. And totally isolated from anyone who might steer him clear of my plans "

-Bill, TBOB

Ford has very low self esteem, isolates himself, bad at social interactions and even had a shotgun pointed at him. He describes himself "six fingerd freak".

So when a god like figure shows up in a dream one day, tells you how great you are, you will change the world, ect, You would buy it. Especially when others around you have made you feel like an outcast through your whole life (except for Stanley and Fidds).

Bill is basically love bombing Ford. Making Ford feel very special and reminding him of the project that will change everything.

Now there is a difference between self esteem and self confidence. (I'm adding the links if you wanna know more :) ) Ford absolutely have a strong self confidence. He believes strongly in his research. He belives he CAN achive and complete his research. This is also something Bill takes advantage of. He knows Ford is desperate. This is where is self confidence turns a little bit more to narcissism (again caused by Bill by manipulation). Bill does everything to make sure Ford continues the work.

As soon Ford realizes the betrayal, Bill shows his true colors.

He takes over Fords body multiple times. Takes his body on top of the roof in the middle of the winter, taped a rattlesnake into his journal, recorded a video of him being in Fords body "Puppet Hour with Bill" and will cut to something more disturbing scene. Left a lot of polaroids of him humiliating and torture his body in different ways.

Scaring Ford with one scene where he pretended to call Stan that he was gonna kill himself. This part of the book was probably the one that made me actually shiver. Think about it, You see video and pictures of yourself doing all of this, knowing that this is not you doing all of these things. And having no memory of it at. Too scared to fall asleep because you have no idea were your body is going to be next. That would make any person as paranoid Ford was at the end.

Fidds and Ford.

There is a lot of things that I wanna talk about when it comes to these two, but I will save most of it to the Fidds drawing.

Fidleford is Fords only true friend during this time. He is very supportive but also honest with Ford.

Ford haven't had any other friends during his early life. Stanley was his only friend, and the one who protected him until that one mistake that separates them. When Fiddleford comes in to the picture, (a person who also seemed to have problems making friends) he's probably the first person who doesn't even notice at first that Ford has six fingers. I really wish here we had some more backstory of their college years to know what their friendship looked like, but it seems they were very close.

"I am overcome with emotion. The sight of my old classmate upon my doorstep this morning filled my heart with such joy and gratitude."

-Stanford, Journal 3

Ford was obviously very happy to not be alone anymore in his home. To have his best friend (who also left his family behind) to work with him on this massive project. Now comes the question, what does Ford see Fidds as? I think Fidds shows some kind of feelings towards Ford escpecially when it comes to giving presents (Not only in TBOB but also in Journal 3). I think Ford does deeply care about Fidds, but his mind at this point is so focused on the project (and Bill making sure he is) that he pushes away a lot of feelings. Probably a lot of feelings that are necessary to have as well.

Something I do notice tho is when Bill isn't present, Ford becomes more like himself. Decorating the portal to make make Fidds happy after the failed family reunion (which I don't think he normally would have done if Bill was present during the holidays).

After Bill torture and threatening Ford in the nightmare, the only man he could think of in that moment who could help him was Fiddleford. When he went through Fidds notes for any hints of where he was now, he finds the 5 failed knitted 6-fingered gloves and the ripped photo of them. I can't imagine what that must have felt...

The closest person he had in his life at that point, who has tried to warn him. Tried to give Ford another option for success in his research instead of the portal. The regret of not listening to his warnings.

When they reunited after Weirdmaggedon, seeing how Fiddleford lived now and what the aftermath of the portal incident did to him, must have been a punch in the gut.

"...but when I saw that he was living at the dump, it became clear how deeply I had hurt this man that I had once held so dear."

-Stanford Journal 3

So...Is Ford a jerk? The question and discussions that I've seen so many times here xD

Honestly, this man is complicated. Especially when it comes to understand his thoughts and feelings. However, Stanford is a type person that I personally have encountered irl. Sometimes too smart for his own good, sometimes not understanding how others may feel about certain things/topics and a person who constantly try to prove to themself and to others. A man lost in his own insecurities and very isolated. He his the main character in his life. Now that doesn't exscuse his negative actions at all. But more like a explanation to what might had led to the certain events.

Alright, this took way longer to write than actually make the drawing xD But did wanna share somethings that has been on my mind. When trying to search for analyses of the characters, it has been difficult to find one that is a middle ground. It's either: Stanford is a jerk and doesn't deserve anything good or Here is why everyone is wrong type of stuff. I'm not here to tell how we should think about certain characters. This is just how I look at all of this. The only problem I have with all of this is the thing between Ford and Bill. Maybe it's just me, but I really don't see any type of romance there. I know a lot of people went off on the "one thing led to another" part. I do not know what to say to that honestly. That page was super hard for my eyes to read for some reason lol. And i know, Yes, I did a video of Fidds being cucked by a triangle. I don't mind some of the jokes around it...I mean i did myself xD

I think the reason Bill is a bit obsessed over Ford is because after so many attempts with making deals with other humans to help Bill build a portal, this one was sooo close to success and ALMOST succeeded. He had all the tools and the right human to make it, but failed. He must feel so bitter.

Anyway, that's it for now! Next is Fiddleford :D

[hkpika07]

How do you think Gordon would show affection? Does he express it through physical touch or words?

YAY I GET TO TALK ABOUT HOW EMOTIONALLY REPRESSED GORDON IS AND THE SUBTLETIES OF HOW HE SHOWS LOVE

Okay Gordon is…. Not good at showing affection to say the least. It takes him years to even begin to soften up around his fellow engines and even when he does it’s very rare. But that’s not to say he doesn’t love and appreciate his friends far from it. Though he hides it under a million layers of coded jargon and fake anger/annoyance. (To which I’ve labeled Gordon Jargon) I honestly think if he tried to expression affection through words like a normal person he’d struggle to stutter out half a sentence then explode and crumble into dust.

I even drew a little comic about it. But I’m too lazy to grab the link since I’m answering this on mobile. So to summarize, Gordon will hide his worry/affection.care under a billion different layers that you have to decode. For example he might say to Edward. “You never shunt my coaches right, I’ll do it myself.” Is his was of saying “thanks for helping me up the hill again. I’ll shunt my coaches so you can take a break.” Or he might say “No no, big strong engines like myself don’t need the warm berth. We are perfectly fine without it. I’m far too strong to rely on such frivolities.” Is his way of saying “you take the warm berth, I heard you had a bad run in with the snow earlier, please take the warm berth so you can rest up.” And his most common phrase “You are such a stupid silly little engine what on earth were you thinking!?” Is his way of saying he was worried about you.

Gordon also probably shows a lot of emotion through micro-expressions because of that patented Gresly Emotional Repression™️

Another way of him showing affection is the amount of time it takes for him to apologize to you. His image is very important to him. He despises being wrong or being in the wrong. And will take a bit to apologize since he doesn’t want to admit it. Now he will always apologize since he learns from his mistakes and is a good person at heart but the amount of time it takes for him to apologize depends on the person and the situation. He will apologize to Edward and Henry the fastest, since not only does he realize he’s wrong he also doesn’t want to see them upset.

Gordon is not a physical touch person at all. I would say his love language is acts of service. He’ll do little things like shunt his own coaches, let others take the turntable first, let them go ahead of him for water, coal or go first at the steam works.

In ITAR specifically, he shows affection with his avatar as well. While he doesn’t do hugs or physical touch, the most he’ll do is give you an approving shoulder pat. Though he has made a couple of exceptions. He was pulled into a hug by Edward and Henry a few times (they always initiated the hug), he gave James an affectionate side hug at the end of the great race, he has hugged Spencer after the silver slick had a emotional breakdown, and the only time he ever initiated a hug was when he had his own emotional breakdown in front of Edward. But the most often way he’ll show affection with his avatar (and this is a sign you’ve earned his trust) is by giving you his jacket. If you’re cold, or sad and he cares about you, he will toss his jacket in your face or throw it around your shoulders. He’s probably the most affectionate with his kids. He will leave a small plate of coal and mug of water for his kids as well as give them some hair ruffling.

In ITAR one of the only times Gordon has actively shown great amounts of parental emotion is in Journey Beyond Sodor when James and Thomas get lost on the mainland. He has a panic attack because James is gone. If anything happened to any one of his kids he’d be a wreck. He worries by anxiously pacing back and forth for hours, hand over his mouth not saying a word.

[codename-sleuth]

Agent file: 24601. "Sleuth". Sub-reference: Acheron. (Character sheet!)

Host name: Sleuth.

Alter Name: Acheron Hamilton.

Fronting Conditions/Triggers: A situation where emotional intelligence or memory is direly needed. Compliments to Sleuth are the fastest way to get him to front. Can also take the wheel if he recognizes friends ands wants to talk to them.

Codenames and Nicknames: Chestnut [By Luna.], Weakling, Disappointment, Dumbass, Smartass [By Adam].

Motives: Learning new things!

Goals: Have fun with all my new friends!!

Gender: Male, He/him

Species: Unstable hybrid (Human & ???)

Sexuality: Ace!!

Religion: Christian

Age: 12 (2017). Born July 24th, 1989.

Height: 4 feet 10 inches.

Weight. 82 lbs.

Physical Appearance: Caucasian, very messy long brown hair, wears a puffer vest, jacket, jeans.

Disorders and Mental illnesses: Severe Anxiety, anterograde amnesia [fluctuate], depression, codependency, dissociative identity disorder.

Complexes: N/A

Physical Disorders: Space-time phasing, 

Dominant hand: Ambidextrous.

Blood color: Maroon.

Positive personality traits: Protective, caring, incredibly smart, generous, loyal, emotionally intelligent, loving, easily trusting, forgiving, innocent.

Negative personality traits: Anxious, antisocial, indecisive, fearful, stubborn.

Alignment: True Good.

Backstory: In games.

Loves: Luna, Can, learning, friends, feeling safe, physical touch, words of affirmation, puppies, cats, Midnight, history, coding, inventing.

Likes: Small spaces, clear instructions, being considered friends, puzzles, math, literature.

Indifferent with: Nothing!

Dislikes: Narcissism, lying people, american football, organized religion, Adam.

Hates: Nothing!! :D

Obsessions: History, Inventing.

Addictions: I tried Papa's drink once with Can but I didn't like it :(

Powers: Lifesteal touch, Precognition, Blindsight/Echolocation, Enhanced reaction time, slightly enhanced speed, enhanced perception, Regenerative abilities (VERY slow). [Aware of none of these].

Skills: intelligence, deduction, investigation, engineering, stealth, getting back up, speed, memory, comforting, empathy.

Weaknesses: Normal human weaknesses, dying, his own contingency plan, [REDACTED]

Flaws: Anxiety, memory problems, stubborn, Prone to panic attacks, not serious.

Favorite places: School!

Favorite foods: Mama's pancakes!!!

Favorite Flower: Lillies.

Scent: Clean laundry.

Favorite color: Pink.

Hobbies: Puzzles, listening to music, tinkering with watches and small mechanical objects, listening to radio shows, journaling, reading, inventing machinery, watching tv, video games, 

Comfort objects: my can, and my mama's necklace she gave me to protect meee :D

Stims: Rubbing index and middle finger together, bouncing leg, pacing.

Awareness: unaware. [EFFECT: ???]

Fears: Not being able to trust anyone, people hating/leaving him, failing everyone, not being smart anymore, being too weak, not making his mom happy, having no friends, death, monsters.

Lives in: Brooklyn, NY. (2017)

Weapons: Anything he can find.

Text: This is how I speak >:)

Voice Claim: 

Relations:

(% Represents how much he trusts a person, not how much he likes them!)

Family: Luna (100%), Adam (50%).

Friends: Can (100%), Midnight (100%)

Acquaintances: Jumper (100%), Cookie Star (100%), Satan (100%)

Enemies: Why would I have those?? XD

Romance: I may or may not have a crush on Midnight.

Pets: None.

Boss: None.

[birdyarts]

Finally, finally, FINALLY UPLOADING THEM!! I've been thinking about my children for so long!! So, yeah, I ship twidash! They're very cute in season four and whenever I rewatch I look for crumbs in the earlier seasons! I forgot to write what they do now as older ladies so I'll write it here!

✨️Twilight Sparkle✨️

She stepped down as princess of Equestria after a week. She realized how stressed she was getting and wanted to be around Rainbow Dash and her friends more. However, she still wanted to work in spreading friendship! Queen Luna appointed her as friendship ambassador of Equestria! She mostly works within Equestria; its cities and states! She and the five are the heads of this agency. She also always travels outside of Equestria when an ambassador successfully reaches out! Her main job is to read reports sent in, assign ambassadors with the map's help and solve friendship problems locally! She's still as nerdy, snarky and dorky as ever! Also, she's autistic in my universe!

⚡️Rainbow Dash⚡️

After being let down by the Wonderbolts too many times, Dash decided to form her own group: Sonicspeeds! She worked alongside Soarin', who realized he was treated unfairly. They made a very good team and they produced an aerial team that quickly rivaled the Wonderbolts! With Twilight's influence, she's mellowed out; she's more laid back but still has her temper. She's embraced her nerdy side more! And she has no problem letting her feelings and thoughts be known! After a talk with Twi about children, Rainbow decided to leave the management and coaching of the Sonicspeeds to Soarin'. She now coaches part time as a buckball coach! She still keeps up with her fitness too, she takes flights in the morning and does yoga in the evenings a few times a week! She has ADHD here!

🌌Chromatic Constellation🌌

Mostly called "Chroma" but called "Collie" occasionally! She's 17, cis, bi and Twidash's second born! She is very cheerful and can start a chat with anyone!! However, she does tend to be a chatterbox and may interrupt others because of her excitement. She has tons of energy and inherited Dash's speed, she's one of the fastest runners! She also inherited Dash's ADHD which makes her creative but also makes her impatient and frustrated when her plans don't happen quickly. She's actually a unicorn but looks like an earth pony because her horn never developed during pregnancy. She has a bony bump underneath her bangs that she's self conscious of. This bump causes her migraines because of the magic build up if not medicated. The closest thing to a magic aura she has is a glow that happens when she's focused! Her special talent is being able to shine no matter what she does! She's an aspiring singer and has only preformed in Canterlot for now!

🍁Autumn Zephyr🍁

Called "Autumn" or "Zeph", he's 19, cis, straight and Twidash's oldest! Being born autistic, Zeph was a very quiet and introverted child. He mostly read language books, organized his toys and laid on the floor staring at the ceiling while humming loudly. He also learned to speak a lot later than most kids, vocally that is. After he didn't respond to his name getting called multiple times, Twi and Dash rushed him to the hospital to check for deafness! Nothing was wrong but little Autumn was tapping his hooves the entire time. Twi recognized a pattern in the taps and realized he was speaking in Horse! (Morse code). She and Dash immediately read every book in their library about Horse code and now they could understand and speak to him perfectly! He had to get an interpreter once he started school and got another one when he started signing Ponish (English) in high school. After his second year, he started talking vocally and he now has no problems talking in public this way. With his family though, he still taps or signs. Unfortunately, he did inherit Dash's cockiness but he's 100 times worse! He grew up hearing about his mother's adventures and getting treated like royalty so his ego started growing. And now he's very arrogant and self-absorbed! He was a bully as a child and now is condescending, cold and snobby to everyone else. He thinks his family is the best in Equestria and thinks they deserve only the best. He's even judgy with the friends his siblings make! He doesn't understand why Twi would give up being a princess or Dash give up managing her popular team. His special talent is interpreting and he works in one of the offices in the castle as an interpreter for the Canterlot locals. He also occasionally interprets for Luna and her family.

[harpers-tartarus]

i know you want Naruto as an ambassador and Ino in T&I, but where do you see the others ending up when they hit chunin?

OOOH LETS GO

Naruto: Ambassador and Seal Master, once he gets better at sensing will likely be a part of the Barrier Team. Konohamaru becomes his first fuuinjutsu student and he's so proud.

Sakura: will be asked to join the Patrol Team, which has an opening for a close-combat type, before she starts learning from Tsunade on how to be a medic-nin and flips to join the Medical Field Shinobi

Sasuke: moot point, he's a missing-nin, something that was unofficial in canon but will be official in the fic as a number of shinobi were nearly killed as a result of his actions, many of which were heirs

Ino: T&I, we knew that from the get-go, and eventually with a specialization in Seduction

Chouji: Cypher Division! He's intrigued by codes and how to break them but he won't get into it until after the Konoha Crush

Shikamaru: Reconnaissance Division, which isn't typical for Nara, but the kid can literally hide in the shadows and overhear so much important stuff. ("Just make him a Jounin so I don't have to keep making allowances for all the shit he overhears," Ibiki says tiredly and Tsunade nearly sighs.)

Hinata and Neji: both go between working with the Barrier Team by sensing enemies with their Byakugan or being on the Patrol Team doing much of the same

Kiba and Shino: Tracker Team, eventually catching the eye of the subset of ANBU, the Hunter division. They bicker in their own way, but they are very effective, and if Hinata joins up with them, its a match made in hell for whoever they're trying to find

Tenten: she's a jack of all trades. If you need to identify a weapon that inflicted an injury in an autopsy, she's your girl. If you need a mid-to-long-range fighter on your squad, she's there. If you need someone to resupply, her scrolls are ready and availably.

Lee: with his speed and Taijutsu, sometimes Lee is the fastest courier you've got, he gets upgraded to tokujo pretty quick to keep from limiting the types of information he's allowed to carry. After Gaara, he's laid up in the hospital for awhile so Mito gives him some finance papers to sort through and he's pretty good at allocating budgets.

TENTATIVELY OF COURSE

I've got a lot of ideas lol

[oblivious-melodies]

frequently asked questions

(thank you @captainbobcat for pointing out that the original link wasn't working! - here's a proper post with all the same info which should hopefully work a bit better in-app!)

Q: what can i expect from Oblivious Melodies?

A: Oblivious Melodies has two main characters, male and female, and the chapters alternate between their perspectives. These characters are semi-fixed; you can customise their choices and personalities, but their social roles, appearance, and background etc. are fixed, for reasons I hope will become fairly clear as the narrative progresses. Adventure, romance, detailed world-building, and intrigue are to be expected - however there are a number of potentially triggering elements to the story that you may want to take into consideration before you play. Each chapter has a content warning section for you to read, which is updated chapter-by-chapter.

Q: how long will the finished IF be?

A: I’m currently planning for there to be 4 volumes, each 6 chapters long. This may change however as I am still figuring out the exact details! I will update you here if there are significant changes to the planned structure.

Q: how do you ensure continuity between chapters?

A: The dreams that come to your MC at the end of a chapter are important: I strongly recommend typing up or noting down the details, as you’ll be prompted to remember them at the beginning of the next section! This will basically import your choices from former chapters to the next, ensuring continuity fairly smoothly. This is fiddly to code however and if you notice anything that doesn’t seem to follow on logically, please message me and I’ll take a look at it.

Q: i’ve noticed a typo/bug/glitch, what should I do?

A: Message me on this tumblr - I check it pretty frequently and it’s probably the fastest way to get my attention. I’ll try and sort out the issue straight away!

Q: do i need to pay to play Oblivious Melodies?

A: No, and there are currently no plans to monetise it, either. I am however not currently in permanent employment, and if you do want to donate or subscribe to me at all, I do have a Patreon and would be incredibly grateful for anything you can give! Please however do not feel the need to donate if you are not in a position to do so. It’s amazing to be able to let people enjoy my writing for free!

Q: who are you, exactly? 👀

A: I’m a researcher of the 18th and 19th centuries passionate about replicating a period of history I’m fascinated with in a game format! Everything I learn from my research has informed my writing style and the details I choose to include here.

Q: actually, i have a different, much more esoteric question than any of these…

A:… Then send me a message! I always welcome friendly interest in my work and am more than happy to yap on about my creative process :)

[sylvibrantley]

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