#like with the vape thing for example

[babieken]

Hi Niki! Questions for you: is there animosity between kmbb and imbb the same way there seems to be for a lot of fan groups in kpop?

hi anon!!!!! tbh I can't say for sure because I haven't been around from the beginning and also I'm not that deep into those spaces where these kinds of conflicts usually happen, so I'm probably gonna tag a couple of older mutuals who might be able to answer ur question more accurately, but I will say my own two cents.

from what i've gathered since ulting mx I can tell you that there is definitely some conflict and tension going on between the korean side and the intl side but in comparison to some other fandoms i've seen i'd say it's a bit milder. i feel like the two sides mostly ignore each other unless there is major thing going on. like for example i think (again, i wasn't there and im just relaying what ive heard over the years) during the whole wonho situation in 2019 was one of the times kmbb and intl clashed bc from what ive heard, the majority of the stans who wanted wonho out were korean while most intl stans were supporting wonho and wanted him to stay/get back in mx. also everytime monsta x has overseas schedules there are a group of kmbb who really whine and complain about not breathing the same air as mx for two days (at one point some members addressed it and kinda scolded them for their behaviour during their world tour).

( @timetominhyuk @lesbiheon id love to hear u guys' thoughts on this if you wanna share them!!! feel free to rb and add to the post!!)

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

followed you for the ceri adhd academic support post (bc damn I hope my lecturers next year are as good as that)

I have just found your phil posts. I hope he is doing well in his certainly not a front vape shop job. I have questions as to what the rabid dog story is though. (I looked through the vote for phil tag and unfortunately couldn’t find it).

hope you, yours, and phil have a good day :)

The wild thing is, I can't even remember the rabid dog story now. He threw that detail out while telling a completely different story in the way that Phil does - he has no concept of what would be interesting to others. I remember he was on a beach and had to swim out to sea to avoid them. No idea if they were genuinely rabid or just aggressive and therefore rabid in Phil's mind. I'll have to ask him to tell me it again!

Although, I do have an update: he is no longer working at the definitely-not-a-front vape shop. Which is fine, he was only in it for the chance to practice his maths in peace while making some money, and we did have to tell him off when he decided to check the till history for the year's earnings and prove it was a front (oh it so is), but then it got a new manager who decided employees had to be More Professional.

So he didn't like some things that are arguably fair enough like the fact that Phil was practicing maths at the front desk, but also things that are arguably not fair enough, like, for example, that Phil had made a little man out of blue tack, and had named the little man out of blue tack, and all the customers knew the name of the little man out of blue tack.

So Phil was let go. So he's gone back to standup for a while, while he finishes his last year of uni.

He's also passed all his maths exams, and got a 2:1 average, which gives this post a pleasing symmetry as it brings us back round to Ceri and academia.

Good luck with your studies! My strongest piece of advice is to make sure you engage with student support when things go wrong - more can be done than you realise, and even when it can't, the academic office looks much more kindly on students at exam board if there's a record of them trying to engage.

[lucybronzey]

quiet in the chaos - pedro pascal

pairing: pedro pascal x fem!reader warnings: physical anxiety, non-exclusive relationship, stardom, the reader is her late 20s & plus-size, pedro is 50. no proof reading done. author’s note: let's say the new film is named 'beautiful things' - it's just fictional. please note that i’m dyslexic & non-native english speaker - i make mistakes! feedback is very welcomed! enjoy! word count: 4.7k NO MINORS! 18+ READERS ONLY!

It was another rainy but summer day in London. It had become your third home at this point as the majority of your work and projects were happening in this massive city. London was a city where you felt like sudden grey fog had appeared every time you arrived here but you kind of had to make it feel like home. As a northern European woman, moving to Manchester after graduating secondary school and going straight into the depths and academics of higher education for 4 years, you fell in love with that bustling, amazing city whose symbol was a working bee. You felt like and as one of that. Working through your complicated steps to become a songwriter and a singer, it was finally paying off - but with its complications, of course. Physical anxiety was something you really did not wish upon your worst enemy. It was eating out your soul, mainly thinking it was messing up your heart and constantly worrying about it. But as you were scribbling through music notes and papers, anxiety, the bitch, was fading away. You were lucky enough to compose a number of songs to a new film where one of your favourite male crushes was the main lead. The directors and producers of the film even created a separate short scene for the film where you had to perform your original score yourself, with a philharmonic orchestra - it was your dream come true! You could never in a million years think that a small town lass from a small ass country in northern Europe would reach this sort of level.

A bit of a backstory.

After the film had wrapped up, you took a bit of time for yourself - mainly to focus on your mental health. Even though the music writing never stopped, you wanted a break from the spotlight and everything. A month after the wrap-up, you received a brief, lovely message from the male main lead from the film - Pedro Pascal. You were so certain that your heart had gone into tachycardia but it was just your anxiety playing with your adrenaline hormones in your body. The message read:

'Hi there, so sorry to just pop up like that and out of nowhere. It's Pedro, if you remember me from the film set. I just wanted to say I am very sorry for not saying hello and goodbye after the wrap-up as it got so busy! But anyways, I am back in Manchester for a quick trip and thought if you want to grab a coffee, or maybe you prefer a cup of tea. Would be nice to talk and discuss your music. Looking forward to hearing back from you. Pedro.'

You did think of him as the epitome and an actual example of what a gentleman is and should be. You were hitting your refillable vape puffs in and out whilst reading the message as you could not process the thoughts in your confused brain. It had hit you like a massive train had smashed into you. Your brain was kind of thudding in your head, questions starting to appear. How would the Pedro Pascal even remember you? How would he spend his precious, yet busy time to text you? Enough asked. He had the time to apologise for not saying goodbye. Enough to ask for a moment of your time. Internally, you were screaming and pretty much fangirling.

You did the thing you always did when overwhelmed - you opened your notes app, wrote a list of pros and cons of yourself, just to get it out of your system. After getting all that stone-hard feeling out, you wrote back to him:

'Hi Pedro! I definitely remember you haha and do not worry about not saying goodbye—film sets are chaos. I am still in Manchester as I live here, so a coffee sounds great. Just tell me when and where :)'

He replied eight minutes later. It felt surreal to you. Fiddling your thumb and middle fingers pads together to calm yourself down, you now had a mission for yourself - meet Pedro Pascal and at the correct time (in your mind you were telling yourself you should always be early because of time anxiety).

Saturday arrived, you met him in the Northern Quarter, at a tucked-away café that was half plants, half overpriced pastries but all had a good atmosphere as you knew the area, environment and people behind the café till. You had chosen a corner booth that let you keep your back to the wall and eyes on the door—an anxiety habit. You wore something that was not trying too hard but definitely was not thrown together. Cargo trousers. A soft long-sleeved Lucy & Yak top. You had straightened your hair but let it frizz naturally at the ends. You had not even realised how much your anxiety had tried your lips until the tenth time you reapplied lip balm. It was kind of a coping mechanism to you.

And then he walked in.

The faint jingle of the café door bell, a soft breeze of cool air trailing in behind him, and then—there he was. Pedro was there. As if the universe had sketched him in charcoal against the soft amber glow of the café’s filament bulbs. He wore a cap, of course. A fucking baseball cap he probably had purchased from the US of A. Charcoal black, just snug enough to crown his head while leaving loose, tired curls escaping near his ears and the nape of his neck. His hair looked like it had been raked through with his fingers a dozen times that morning—half-styled, half-forgotten. Dark sunglasses clung to the bridge of his nose, though the cloudy Manchester skies did not demand them. His worn-out shirt, in burgundy colour, hung loose over his frame like it had stories of airports and late-night hotel lobbies stitched into the seams.

But it was his face—the parts you could see—that stopped your breath short.

He looked…a bit tired. The kind of beautiful tiredness that people write poems and song lyrics about. The kind that only comes from weeks of work, too little sleep and just enough self-awareness to carry it with quiet grace. There was the faintest stubble on his jaw, the kind that made him look even more like the dream-version of a man who only existed in the morning daydreams. His lips were parted slightly as he scanned the room, like he was already half-smiling. And then his eyes found yours.

That was when it hit.

Not just nerves. Not just the adrenaline whispering through your limbs like you had accidentally plugged yourself into an electrical socket. No—recognition. Like he had seen you before. Not just on set. But in another lifetime. Another plane of existence. He smiled —softly, slowly. That familiar Pedro smile - one corner tugging up more than the other, a flicker of amusement under heavy lids. As if he was not just glad to see you—he was relieved.

He did not rush over. He moved the way he always seemed to —measured, present, like nothing around him could touch him unless he allowed it. People barely noticed him, and yet he filled the space. He slipped off his sunglasses once he was close enough to your table, revealing those unmistakable eyes — deep-set, impossibly gentle, with a touch of something tired but kind. They flicked over your face, taking you in, reading you and his smile widened by just a notch—enough to confirm this was not polite. It looked kind of personal.

“Hey,” he said, his voice a balm. Low, like velvet warmed by the sun. “Didn’t make you wait too long, did I?”

You shook your head and found your voice, somewhere between the anxious pounding of your pulse. ��I—no. I got here early.”

“Of course you did,” he said, like it explained everything. “Mind if I…?”

You gestured toward the seat across from you, trying to swallow the nervous laugh that nearly escaped. “Please. Sit.”

He slid into the seat with a sigh that felt like it came from someplace older than this moment—like he had been carrying something heavy all morning and now, at last, he could let part of it down. He looked around the café briefly, then back at you.

“I haven’t even ordered,” he murmured, setting his phone screen-down on the table. “I didn’t know if I should wait or just guess your drink order and risk total embarrassment.”

You smiled. “I appreciate the restraint. I’m not even sure what I want yet.”

There was a short, quiet pause. Comfortable. He studied you for a second—not with hunger or flirtation, but with curiosity. Like he was clocking every movement, every tiny tell.

“You okay?” he asked, gently. “You all good?” he questioned again.

Shit. Your thumb had been rubbing raw circles over your index finger. You froze for half a second, then forced your hand flat on the table.

“Yeah,” you lied. “Just… caffeine-deprived.”

He didn’t buy it. Not fully. But he let it slide, offered you a knowing smile and stood halfway from his seat.

“Let me grab us something,” he said. “What’s your go-to? Please don’t say pumpkin spice latte.”

You let out a short laugh—real, this time. “Just a flat white. Either normal whole milk or soy one, if they’ve got it.”

He tapped twice on the table in acknowledgment. “Perfect. Be right back.”

You watched him at the counter—charming the barista with some joke you couldn’t hear, shoulders relaxed, his presence effortlessly magnetic. It was absurd, really. That someone like him had remembered you. That he had messaged first. That he had shown up. And yet—here he was. Ordering your coffee. Wearing a hoodie and a fucking beanie. And here you were—breathing through the fog of your body’s resistance, trying not to stim too obviously, trying to pretend this was not the biggest moment you would have had in months.

You took a deep breath. Thought about the music. The moment on set. The version of you who had stood in front of an entire orchestra and sung like your chest was not breaking apart under the weight of her own heartbeat.

Pedro returned a moment later, two cups in hand and a paper bag folded shut at the top.

“They had soy milk,” he announced proudly, sliding the cup toward you. “And I got a pain au chocolat. I don’t know if you’re into that kind of morning romance, but I am.”

You smiled, fingers curling around the warm cup.

“Cheers,” he said, raising his coffee slightly.

“Cheers,” you echoed, trying not to shake.

And just like that, it began.

Not loudly. Not dramatically. Not with fireworks.

Just two hands around warm cups, one pastry between you and the kind of quiet attention that said - this could become something real. If you both let it. But no rushing, absolutely not.

What followed after that first coffee was not a declaration, was not a whirlwind—it was a quiet, consistent unfolding, like pages turning themselves one after the other before either of you realised you were halfway through a chapter; Pedro started appearing in your calendar in ways that felt casual on the surface but slowly grew into something foundational - a shared dinner when he was in town again for a press junket, a walk in the park when you both needed air but did not want solitude, late-night FaceTimes where you both looked terrible and unfiltered, yet stayed on the call for hours because neither of you wanted to be the one to say goodnight; he learned about your anxiety not because you sat him down and made a speech, but because you could not hide it forever—he noticed the way your fingers would not stay still when too many voices buzzed around you, the way you avoided heights or how you sometimes stood still in a room, frozen, your own breath betraying you—and instead of recoiling or offering empty reassurance, he quietly adapted - kept spaces a bit quieter, walked slower, kept gum in his pockets because he had once read somewhere it helped, offered you his hoodie or blazer not because you were cold, but because it was heavy and familiar and smelled like laundry and safety; and in return, you learned that for all his charisma, Pedro was not untouched by fear—his came in the form of deep loneliness, of hotel rooms that blurred into each other, of not being sure when he was being wanted for who he was or just the illusion of him, and he found your blunt honesty refreshing in a world of ego polishing. He said once, tucked under a blanket on your old Manchester couch, that your anxiety did not scare him—it grounded him, made everything feel more real, more earned—and it was somewhere between the fifth time you slept in his hotel bed in London without touching and the third time you kissed without ever defining what it meant, that you both quietly agreed to this arrangement - no labels, no need to perform commitment, just honesty and presence and showing up for each other without needing to pin it down with words.

When you got the London contract and your music started making waves in rooms, studios, venues and other places, you never thought what sort of another world or environment you would enter, he did not hesitate—he offered to help you move, stayed quiet when you cried at the stress of it all and kept showing up, slipping between the folds of your chaotic life like he belonged there. And maybe he did, even if neither of you dared to say mine out loud.

Now back to the present day.

The skies over London were the colour of wet concrete—blank, heavy, unapologetic. You watched them through your flat’s wide living room window, wrapped in Pedro’s oversized t-shirt, sleeves tugged past your wrists. He had left it in your wardrobe weeks ago, muttering something about “accidental ownership,” but you had adopted it without hesitation, like it had always belonged to you. The t-shirt was worn in the elbows and smelled faintly of cedar and the hotel cologne he sometimes used when he felt like dressing up and right now it was the only thing keeping you tethered. Your knees were drawn up on the sofa, socked feet tucked beneath you.

You didn’t move. Not yet. You were too busy managing the tightrope of dread sitting in your chest. It was not the interview itself. Not really. You could talk about music. You could handle lighting and cameras and scripts. But it was the in-between moments—the unknowns. The waiting in rooms echoed. Small talk with stylists. The way your body reacted when you could not predict things. You had woken up too early that morning, heart already racing, body too alert for what should have been a slow, grey day. You had gulped down your 10mg propranolol before brushing your teeth. Sat on the closed toilet lid and waited for your pulse to stop trying to punch through your neck. You had taken your usual stack of supplements with lukewarm water, nearly gagging on the magnesium tablet. No food yet. Could not stomach it. Just cold milk, maybe. Yes, you knew that Pedro hated milk but he did not mind you drinking it. Maybe a banana later, if your hands stopped trembling.

You were in your late twenties now, though some mornings you felt more ancient than that—like your bones had been carrying more than your body for longer than you could remember. Being a plus-size woman in the public eye was not something you ever planned for - it was not written in any of your dreams when you used to write lyrics in the corners of your mathematics notes or hum melodies in the back of buses. Although you were really confident in yourself and you did not mind some bastards wasting their time and energy with their negativity. But the spotlight came anyway. And with it came the people who thought your worth was up for debate. Your team had warned you that Daily Mail had been writing something vile before the WIRED interview was teased on socials.. You had not planned on reading it—but curiosity, as always, betrayed you. The headline read something like: ‘‘Beautiful things’ not seen: Plus-Size Songstress Turns Heads in Unlikely Industry Climb”—and the article itself was a thin veil of polished mockery, calling your performance “surprisingly captivating for someone with a body that defies pop norms” and praising your “bravery” for existing in public in a size above ten. They quoted your lyrics with the same tone they had reserved for a well-behaved puppy. Not talent. Not skill. Just novelty.

Pedro had woken just after you, groggy and shirtless, hair a mess of curls flattened on one side. He had not said anything at first—just leaned against the doorway and watched you sort through your anxiety basket: fidget rings, gum, spare earbuds, Rescue Remedy drops, the little lavender-scented inhaler that did not really work but gave you something to do with your hands. Then, slowly, he crossed the room, dropped a kiss to your forehead, and murmured.

“Interview day, huh?”

And you nodded, eyes too wide. He did not push or press into the situation. Never did. Just brewed the tea for you, laid out your softest pair of trousers and the top with embroidered flowers you liked under the blazer Wired had requested you could wear.

Now, the kettle has gone silent again. Steam clouded the windows. You forced yourself up, legs unsteady, the familiar tingling crawling across your arms and shoulders. Your physical anxiety was always worse on days like this—when you had to perform being okay. When people expected a poised, interesting young artist, rising like a phoenix from the gloom of northern obscurity. They did not see the nervous tapping of your thumbs, the way you had accidentally scratched your knuckles raw last week before a recording session. You poured your tea slowly, trying to steady your breath to the rhythm of the flow. Pedro’s voice floated in from the hallway, soft and amused.

“You wearing my t-shirt to the Wired interview, baby?”

You smirked, eyes on the cup. “Tempted.”

He watched you for a second, then crossed to gently take your hand, the one that had been tapping on the counter. He stilled it with his palm, thumb brushing over your pulse point.

“You're doing the thing,” he said softly.

“I know,” you breathed, cheeks warming. “Can’t help it.”

“You don’t have to,” he said. “You just have to get through the next hour. Then I’ll buy you something stupid from Harrods or whatever shop you would like me to go to. A candle. Or, I don’t know, a hat shaped like a frog.”

That made you laugh, small and real. You leaned into his touch for a moment, Pedro kissing the top of your head softly. Let the stillness wash over you. Then the moment passed—because you had to keep moving or fall apart. You had to get dressed, layering clothes like armour, tugging the blazer sleeves over your wrists until they almost hid your hands. Your stylist would fix that, but for now, it felt safe. Pedro waited by the door, keys in hand, already holding your vape and your almost ending lip balm he had found in your tote bag last week and declared “a fucking lifesaver.”

In the car, London passed in its usual blur of noise and fogged windows. Pedro sat beside you, quietly watching your leg bounce, occasionally placing a grounding hand on your thigh. You barely spoke. Didn’t need to. The silence between you was old now, worn in like good shoes.

Outside the Wired office, the driver opened the door. Pedro touched your hand, giving you the sense of strength and calmness in you.

“You’ve got this,” he said. Just naming the truth, he truly believed in you. No matter how bad your anxiety was, Pedro always knew that you can come out of the anxious situations as a strong working bee.

The whiteboard was too clean. The lights were too hot. The silence between the director’s cue and the first question stretched a beat too long.

You’d practiced smiling in the mirror that morning—curved lips, soft eyes, shoulders pulled down—but now everything felt stiff. It all felt a bit too foreign to you. Your fingers were tapping a silent rhythm on your thigh and your left ankle bounced just out of frame.

The interviewer’s voice came in like a bell through fog: “Ready?”

You nodded, your throat dry. “Yeah. Let’s do it.”

The board was flipped.

“Why is Y/N trending?”

You blinked—twice, rapid, the kind of blink your body did when your brain scrambled for solid ground. Your lashes fluttered like a glitch in the system, a physical stutter that you had come to recognise as the earliest flag of rising nerves. Then came the laugh, soft and breathy—more of an exhale pushed through a tight chest than anything deliberate. It was not really the root of your confidence. It was camouflage. A reflex that wrapped your discomfort in charm. You looked slightly off-camera for a half-second, grounding yourself, before meeting the lens again with a crooked smile. “Hopefully not because I’ve done something embarrassing. Again.”

The crew laughed. Pedro smiled behind the camera, arms crossed, that navy blazer wrapped around him like it belonged to both of you now. He did not say anything, but your eyes flicked to him—just for a second—and steadied.

You tore the strip off the board. The sound—rrrip—was too loud in your ears. Your hands shook slightly. You masked it by brushing hair behind your ear, then clasped your palms in your lap. Classic self-soothing. You knew it and Pedro knew it.

“Um. I think I’m trending because a song I wrote for a film went kind of… feral on TikTok. And also different, other social media outlets, right? Like this one here, doing this? It’s always weird being the answer to a question like that. I still feel like someone should be asking me why I’m here.”

“Can Y/N actually sing?”

You grinned, finally. “No, I’m a myth. It’s just AI now.”

The nerves dipped for a second, replaced with a flicker of playfulness. “Yes. I can sing. Whether I should sing depends on the day, my sleep, my blood pressure, and if I’ve eaten anything other than coffee and hitting my flavoured air in the last 24 hours.”

More laughter. Pedro chuckled, quietly. You did not look at him this time—but you felt it. A warm tether.

“Is Y/N plus-size?”

Your hand paused on the next strip. You stared at it a beat longer than the others.

“Ah,” you said softly. “This one.”

You ripped the strip off, fingers tightening around the edge of the board as you did.

“Yes. I am. I'm plus-size. Fat. Thick. Whatever term your grandmother uses when she tries to be polite but fails miserably.” Your voice did not shake, though your throat felt glassy. “And I’m also a songwriter. And a singer. And—some days—an okay human.”

A breath. You let it linger. You looked directly at the camera now.

“And if my body makes someone more interested in music? Or less? That’s not really my business. I’m just trying to make stuff that makes people feel less alone. Including me.”

There was a small beat of silence in the studio, but it was the good kind. The kind that didn’t buzz with awkwardness, but with care. Pedro’s arms were crossed still, but his fingers tapped slowly and steady against his bicep. A grounding rhythm. You knew it was for you.

The interviewer smiled, sliding the next card forward.

“What did the actors from the film think of Y/N music?”

You bit your lip and glanced toward where Pedro sat just out of frame. “Well… they seemed to like it enough to make a whole scene for me to perform with a philharmonic orchestra, so I guess that’s a pretty good endorsement?”

You gave a small shrug, a teasing smirk tugging at your lips. “Though I think some of them might still be trying to figure out if I’m the mysterious muse or just the person who keeps stealing snacks on set.”

Pedro chuckled softly behind the camera, shaking his head.

“Y/N's go-to songs”

Your voice softened, eyes drifting for a moment before meeting the lens again. “Honestly, I go back to old classics—something nostalgic, like Amy Winehouse, rest in peace, darling, I wish you would be here by my side so we could have a laugh. Something that reminds me to breathe and just feel, even when everything inside feels loud.”

Pedro’s steady presence off-camera felt like a soft anchor as the interview wrapped, a reminder that behind the spotlight, you were never truly alone.

“Y/N from where”

You smiled softly, a hint of pride threading through your words. “I’m originally from northern Europe—born and raised. It’s a quieter part of the world, but I’ve carried that calm and the cloudy skies with me. London became my third home after Manchester and Tallinn when I moved here to chase my music dreams. It’s loud, fast, sometimes overwhelming, but it’s also full of life and opportunity.”

"Why is Y/N single”

You blinked, caught off guard by the directness. A laugh escaped you—nervous, a little self-deprecating. “Honestly? I think people assume I’m single because I’m too busy or complicated. The truth is… I’m picky. I value trust and connection more than labels or expectations. And I believe that when the right person comes along, it’ll feel natural, not forced. But to answer your question shortly, I am actually taken."

Pedro smirked after you had given a very subtle answer about your relationship as you both were not exclusive and tried not bringing the relationship into the spotlight.

The final question hung in the air, like the last note of a song slowly fading into silence. You gave a small, hopeful smile, feeling the weight of the day settle gently over your shoulders. The harsh lights that had felt like a furnace moments ago softened in your vision as the interviewer thanked you and the crew began to relax. You exhaled deeply—a breath you had not realised you were holding—and for the first time in hours, your body let go.

Behind the camera, Pedro rose slowly from his seat, careful not to break the moment or startle you. His eyes held that familiar, tender warmth, the kind that spoke without words: “You did so well, mi guapa.” He crossed the room and knelt beside you just out of frame, his hand finding yours. The simple contact grounded you, a steady pulse against the fluttering in your chest.

As the bustling energy of the studio dimmed, your mind drifted inward. You thought about how far you had come—from the nervous northern European girl who had scribbled music in quiet corners, to this woman standing on the cusp of something vast and unknown. You remembered the months of lonely rehearsals, the nights when anxiety twisted your breath tight (well, still is…) and the quiet victories no one else saw. All of it had led here.

You were not just a rising star with songs that touched millions, maybe—you were a person, beautifully flawed and fiercely brave, grappling with the same fears and hopes as anyone else. And for all the chaos outside, here, there and everywhere was Pedro - your anchor, your calm in the storm. You squeezed his hand, feeling an unspoken promise between you.

The world might not know the full story yet. Your relationship was not public and maybe that was for the best—for now. But in this quiet moment, with the cameras off and the noise faded, you felt something rare and precious - peace.

Pedro smiled again, his tired eyes lighting up with pride and something deeper—love, without pressure, without expectations. You leaned your head toward him, the rush of the day melting into a gentle warmth that you had not dared hope for.

In that small, perfect space between spotlight and shadow, you found your truth - no matter what the future held, you would not face it alone. Pedro was always there for you.

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[bouquetface]

Tarot PAC: How is Your Ex-Friend Doing Right Now?

How to choose a Pile?

The first section of each pile provides a description of the friend based on tarot. Or simply choose the photo that most reminds you of your friend if you’re hoping for a reading on a specific ex-friend.

1-2

Pile 1.

Who is this person? [This section is to find out if the reading is for you based on if this description fits any of your exes.]

This seems like a feminine energy. She is young. When you knew her, she was likely a homebody/introvert type. But inside she wanted to be out there partying and making memories. She likely had a lot of FOMO. You were probably each other’s day 1s - seems like you go way back.

What’s She Doing Right Now?

She wanted life experience - travelling, partying, romance, etc. It seems she got it. She is coming out of a tiring but fulfilling period. She probably went very HARD at initially putting herself out there. Maybe drank too much, might’ve had some bad hookups, might’ve spent too much $$$, might’ve gotten into some dramas & lost some solid relationships.

You might’ve fell out during this period. Maybe you weren’t interested in that lifestyle. Or you were but that lifestyle just brought too much drama into your lives.

Potential words of significance: “bitch” “snake”. Your fall out might’ve been intense. Maybe you both said things about each other or to each other that are embarrassing now. It was a period of pettiness, insecurity, jealousy, comparing lives & struggling to grow up.

I think she wouldn’t mind hearing from you. She is now fulfilled with making up for the experience she felt she was missing out on. She might be trying to get back to herself right now. Reflect and rethink her priorities and goals.

The lyrics “Had a heart, man, I’m tryna get it back” came up when I was writing. Maybe Blackbear or 2017 when this song was realized was releveant to you guys.

I must warn she isn’t exactly looking to go back to her old self tho. She is embracing her new and old self. And she is likely thinking of the long-term future now. She’s done with short term pleasure.

Some possible scenarios that come to mind - might be trying to drop some bad habits like vaping + excessive drinking. Might be trying to save some money, think about career + future in the long-term. Reflecting on her love life + what they want going forward.

Pile 2.

Who is this person? [This section is to find out if the reading is for you based on if this description fits any of your exes.]

This is a childhood friend. Someone who might’ve felt like a sister/brother/family - and for some specific people, I think this might be a cousin you were good friends with in childhood.

You likely separated due to conflict based in impulsiveness or carelessness. There could have been a miscommunication or misunderstanding.

Examples: Someone doesn’t offer support in a time of need, the other takes it as the other showing their “true colours”.

Or someone simply didn’t put in the effort to maintain the friendship - ignored texts, calls, excuses to not hang out/speak.

Basically, it boils down to “You’re not there when I need you”.

What Are They Doing Right Now?

They are undergoing a fated event right now. The Wheel of Fortune indicates this is something out of their control. It is somewhat of a stressful event. Maybe a move, they have to go this place, it’s a part of their destiny. 

For someone very specific, this person is having a kid right now. It likely wasn’t planned but they are still trying to make the best of the situation. They may have received some negative judgement but they are focused on being resilient.

The event is brining in a new emotional start, they are working on preserving through the challenges. They are making wishes for a better future. They are making preparations for the future.

Due to the stress of the current situation, I don’t think they’d be open to reconnecting with you. Their focus is entirely on making it through this current situation. They’re probably closed off to a lot of people right now.

[j4desblurbs]

RESIDENT EVIL CHARACTERS AT THE MOVIES

hello from your fav cinephile (ugh)

inspo from @yurozo, their restaurant au and vape shop au made me giggle

apologies in advance if i disgustingly mischaracterize your fav. i tend to only focus on one version of them in my mind cuz i’m not 100% familiar with RE yet so pls bear with me.

enjoy :)

ashley graham (re4r)

ashley is the type of person to dress up for movies. not all the time, but when it’s right to do so. when barbie came out she dragged leon to the theater on opening day in an all pink outfit.

ashley also cries during movies and has no shame. she was blubbering her way through wicked.

as for the kinds of movies she likes, she’s mostly into romances, comedies, classic fantasies, and the odd animated film.

examples: 10 things i hate about you, enchanted, harry potter, moana.

carlos oliveira (re3r)

carlos definitely laughs out loud in a movie theater, even if the joke isn’t very funny. he mostly catches super late shows so it’s not a rare occurrence for him to be the only one in the theater.

want to see a movie you’re not sure other people will want to see? call carlos! this guy will watch almost anything and have a good time with it. when ashley wanted to watch wicked, she went with carlos because no one else was free/interested. they ended up having a great time and he even wore whatever outfit ashley had created for him. (he also blubbered his way through the movie).

because carlos seems like he’d be into so many different genres, it’s hard narrow down specific ones. but i’ll have to go with action comedies, occasional superhero/comic book flicks, and sci-fi.

examples: the nice guys, rush hour, deadpool, star wars.

chris redfield (death island)

chris is the guy who doesn’t go to the theater on his own. it’s almost always in a group outing or if claire manages to drag him.

even so, he will be out like a light without fail. the longest he managed to stay awake was an hour. one time he even fell asleep during the previews. he vastly prefers to watch a movie at home.

chris is into the classic action movies. he also enjoys buddy cops.

examples: die hard, rambo, rocky, lethal weapon.

claire redfield (re2r)

i think if anyone in this list is close to being a movie buff it’s claire. she’s at the theater the most out of everyone and always manages to drag at least one person with her too.

she enjoys the previews, loves a good post movie debrief at a restaurant, and will smack chris awake when he starts to nod off but then give up after a few times.

with that, claire is very much a “if it’s good, it’s good” type of gal so it’s hard to say exactly what kinds of movies she’d like, but i think she’d be into both sci-fi, action, and drama, as well as more lighthearted comedies.

examples: star wars, little women, the hunger games, whiplash.

jill valentine (re3r)

the movies aren’t jill’s first choice of a pastime but when she’s with a group of people, she enjoys it. usually doesn’t start out too invested in whatever it is she’s watching but ends up getting more into it as time goes on.

i’d say jill would be into a good thriller and would also appreciate some sci-fi or horror movies as well.

examples: prisoners, interstellar, the silence of the lambs, se7en.

leon kennedy (re4r/death island + infinite darkness)

leon is also like chris in that he’d prefer seeing a movie at home rather than in the theater, but he’s also less susceptible to falling asleep in the theater. leon also lets himself get dragged to movies a lot (as mentioned previously, ashley took him to barbie and he even wore a pink shirt. how sweet).

leon is a basic bitch and likes basic action movies but hey! they’re popular for a reason. he also enjoys a good comedy.

examples: the equalizer, deadpool & wolverine, the matrix, ferris bueller’s day off.

[cryptomiracle]

more creepypasta headcanons

(+ marble hornets)

WARNINGS:

Ooc? Idk

I started this at 2 am and you can tell

Cursing

I write on my phone so the format may be a little weird

Any brands, games, or characters mentioned in this do NOT belong to me, nor am I sponsored by them in any way.

This is very unserious, I've noticed that a lot of my other hcs usually take a "dark" turn and so I decided to make some that didn't.

You could even say they're a bit... silly.

You should totally check out my masterlist for more hcs (it's pinned)

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Characters: masky, hoodie, ticci toby, jeff the killer, and BEN DROWNED.

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Jeff:

he's extremely hard headed, he WILL argue/fight with someone over the dumbest things and he'll never stop arguing, even if he knows the other person is right.

He has an "emo accent"

He likes to start drama between people, and then leave the crime scene.

He is so ashy you could strike a match off of his elbow

He's been wearing the same beat up converse since 2012, them things are being held together by duct tape and a prayer.

His favorite animal is a raccoon, he says they're sneaky and nocturnal like him.

He refuses to get a new phone, he won't even steal one.

He curses all the time just cause he can, sometimes he'll even jumble random curse words together.

BEN:

He listens to vocaloid and he doesn't play about miku

He runs one of those "rage bait" accounts that are painfully obviously bait

Still quotes old memes and refuses to let them die

Example: yeet, t-posing, and "sanic the hedgehog"

He scams old people on Facebook and e-daters, he doesn't feel bad about it either.

He uses the money he gets from scamming to buy v-bucks and overwatch coins

He once doxxed someone for dissing miku

slender had to take away his mic privileges because he was keeping everyone up at night by yelling bloody murder at people on fortnite/overwatch

once showed up at someones house because they emoted on him after killing him in game

Toby:

He vapes, and thinks he's so cool cause he can do "vape tricks" and he makes people watch him while he does them

Someone once gave him apple cider, told him it was alcohol, and he pretended to be drunk.

His phone gallery is filled with random photos, like there'll be a low quality picture of a tree and then right beside it a picture of a ceiling. Just random stuff

Mint chocolate chip ice cream enjoyer

He's really flexible, although he has bad posture he can do back bends, the splits, etc

more on his terrible posture; when he sits he literally looks like this: ) )

When he first started working for slenderman, he REFUSED to live in the manor and lived outside. While he lived outside he became friends with a lot of the wildlife, slender eventually made him move into the manor because there was a rumor that toby was going to make a "possum army" and try to overthrow slender

He will fight anyone and anything he really doesn't care about his, or their well-being.

Had a "weeb" phase when he was in middle school and he still has nightmares about "naruto running" away from his bullies.

Hoodie:

He can make a killer sandwich (lol) he's not the best at cooking other things, but if you get him to make you a sandwich, he'll bless your taste buds.

He loves karaoke, he can't sing for shit but he still does it anyway

He acts like a millennial (I'm sorry) not to the point where it's completely unbearable, but he will send people "relatable memes" every now and then

He enjoys online arguments, he'll never participate but he will scroll through different threads of people arguing for hours on end

He likes for people to say stuff like "GO WHITE BOY GO" to him

He blushes when he lies, he's a scarily good liar but if you ever want to catch him in a lie, point out the fact that his cheeks are red.

Whenever he has a drink with a straw, he holds the straw in-between his tooth gap.

he sends streaks.

Masky:

He has a NASTYYY side eye, and sometimes he'll scrunch up his nose while side eyeing someone just to make it sting even more

Contemplated getting a mullet once, he never went through with it though.

He coughs like someone's grandfather who smoked three packs of cigarettes a day for 40 years

If someone says a word that reminds him lf a song he likes, it'll automatically get stuck in his head and he'll hum it all day after that.

he isn't weak when it comes to stinky smells, but if it's stinky enough to make him gag he's extremely overdramatic.

he learned how to sew because of how much he ripped his jeans, shirts, etc.

Sleeps so hard sometimes people think he's dead, he'll just be laying there looking casket ready but everyone is too scared to check on him cause he gets super grumpy when woken up.

he always keeps a little money hidden somewhere, even if it's just a 5 dollar bill.

he's superstitious, if he sees you attempt to walk under a ladder he will physically drag you back and make you walk around it.

he has a pair of brass knuckles which he only saves for "special occasions" they're his favorite things ever, he even named them.

he only uses his phone to call, text, or search something up, and that's it.

he doesn't even have YouTube installed.

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I will be reading over this to check for any errors, ty for reading - M

[creatingblackcharacters]

Hi hi I'm a new anon in your vicinity and I just need to rant about this like blatant racism

I'm in highschool, I was 16 at the time, and I was in the theater program. I was a part of the props crew and out area was very secluded and had no cameras so obviously it was the place to vape and everyone did it including me and a lot of my friends. One day the smell got really strong and at the next meeting the head of props was confronted by the director about it and they panicked and gave him a list that included me. Obviously I freak out after they told me like anyone would do but ultimately the director never ended up telling anyone's parents.

Fast forward to the interviews for the next theater production and the director asks me about the vaping thing. I think "Oh okay you did still care cool glad that's all this came to." and I tell my friends about it because he gave me a funny look.

Turns out I was the only person he ever asked about the vaping situation. Wanna know what the rest of my friends have in common that I don't? They're all white. I was the only Black person to get caught up in that situation and I was the only person to be directly confronted about it after he had received the list of vapers. The only one.

Everyone likes to pretend this director is so great but this is not the first or the last time he's shown he clearly holds a negative bias against Black people. Another more prominent example being his refusal to take the necessary steps to have Black actors get proper hair and makeup. The hair crew is white and they don't have experience with textured hair and expected the actors to just deal with it. He refused to let makeup use proper shades of makeup to match a Black complexion he's acting like they're white and they end up looking stupid because they have makeup 50 shades lighter than the rest of their body because he won't acknowledge that the same makeup doesn't work on everyone. It's not like we lack the money or people because we absolutely have every resource we need to do that it's just him not wanting it.

"16 at the time" lol you said that like you were so young, baby you can't be that much older 🤣

And that's incredibly unfortunate to hear, and unfortunately not an uncommon experience when you get into the acting or modeling world as a career, either. I hate that he's putting y'all through that so young, but these teachers be hella racist out here.

Does every Black theatre kid have a racist story 😅 I had a white classmate that LOVED saying the n-word. Like, would say it as an expletive or just for fun, like how you'd say "fuck". No one ever did anything, the other Black theatre kids just kind of rolled their eyes. I personally didn't swing on him bc I was trying to go to college and not jail, but MAN I look back and I shoulda.

So. I don't wanna say start a riot bc the school to prison pipeline is every thirsty for Black children but... Might be time to talk to your parents about the guy. Especially when he's got y'all out there 40 shades lighter and poorly lit for no reason. That is something that can be easily addressed if enough of you speak up about it. Because how can he "let" y'all do anything, if y'all brought the right foundation and said "put it on my face". But you shouldn't have to do that.

[howlionj]

me and my friend once had The Conversation about smocking as an networking and socialising tool in separated communities (yk armies campuses and etc ect) and different ways people catches it.

so my thoughts on how exactly each ghost started or not smoking.

keegan were practically forced to smoke one another with the boys in high school – to look cool, of course. after enlistment cig breaks were only options to catch up with friends without being forced into training or cleaning. in stalker cigs was only legal option to steam off without being affected. he's not a big smoker now, but do it time to time just to catch a couple conversations here and there. the smell don't bother him that much, though. except maybe kick's vape, he hates that thing.

ajax never smoked in his life. not for particular reasons, he just didn't see the appeal in it. well, keegan looked sexy to him with a cheap cigs and relaxed face.

kick started it just because he thought it was cool, even though he hated the smell so much he used his father's cologne to mask it. in army someone introduced him to vaping and after that no one in a stalker' smoking rooms can find a peace. but he likes it, so who cares? he smokes less now, because hesh thinks he looks stupid.

no one knows about it but merrick smokes since fifteen. well, he's parents were canonical white trash, so it was inevitable for him to catch they every bad habit. he is clean now, thanks to army and plenty examples of how drugs and alcohol can make you dumb and dead. merrick kept only smoking as an tribute to his trashy parents. and to casually gossip with keegan about other officers.

elias used to smoke before his wife's first pregnancy with david. he actually connected with gabriel after his question: 'fancy some smoke break with me, boyscout?' well, he wasn't heavy smoker, just enjoyed company and good cigs. usually, it was rorke and his really fancy european cigarettes. less often, it were merrick and keegan with fresh gossips on everyone and their mothers and cheap cigs. he still misses those small moments.

hesh hopes no one ever finds out about his single attempt to smoke. he can't explain even now why he tried to smoke, but it's one of his 'darkest secret'. logan smoked briefly after hesh enlisted, but ended it quickly enough. it's just not his thing. both walkers are pretty chill about it, though.

[babieken]

I am HOLLERING at shownuxhyungwon being referred to as XXL because ACCURATE mbb are funniest fan group bc they’re #grown 😭😭 for example once a week I think about how mbb weren’t thinking about joohoney dating rumours with Chungha but wanted him to be in a sexier fit for a wedding.

Kskdkdk it is!!!! I remember referring to them as monsta xl way before this unit even happened krjdkdndj its just so fitting... i think even showhyung themselves mentioned being referred to as XXL (in their debut livestream i think)

Yeah i think despite all the weird shit that still happens in the fandom every now and then, by and large, the fandom has matured considerably!

[sirenalpha]

this is more a rambling about media/popular tropes and stories than the actual on the ground reality of drug use or substance abuse

but it is interesting that for the pitt they picked benzos for Langdon to be addicted to especially over opioids when he had physical pain due to injury

I haven't watched every medical drama but House is pretty famous for taking vicodin which is a brand name for the combo of hydrocodone which is an opioid and paracetamol/acetaminophen which is not an opioid after he experienced pain from muscle death in his leg

Grey's Anatomy also had an episode where the controversy was Link said if he had to do it over he would still prescribe opioids to a patient who died under the influence and he later acknowledges there are problems in prescribing opioids

Even outside of medical dramas, the miniseries The Fall of the House of Usher portrays the heads of the Usher family as evil in part for their fictional pharmaceutical company which manufactured a fictional opioid and in universe contributed to the opioid epidemic

within the pitt itself, the overdose of the two kids early in the season might have been because they took xanax which is a benzo, but the overdose was from fentanyl, an opioid

the other substance abuse related cases if I remember correctly involve an alcoholic who is obviously abusing alcohol, the sickle cell patient who is presumed but not actually drug seeking and treated with morphine which is an opioid, a man who vaped so the drug is nicotine, and a drug seeking man addicted to morphine

so the genuine cases of substance abuse so not the girl who took one xanax for the first time or the sickle cell patient, all involve men and for alcohol, nicotine, and an opioid

and I would say anecdotally that matches with real world narratives and concerns for substance abuse, people are generally aware of the addictive nature of drinking alcohol, smoking cigarettes (less so for vaping), and taking opioids after campaigns and raised awareness against things like drunk driving, smoking causing lung cancer, and the opioid epidemic, and the typical alcoholic, chain smoker, or drug seeker is depicted as a man

but xanax, probably the most widely recognized benzo, is more like wine

wine is obviously still alcoholic and more alcoholic than beer, and in media women drink it far more often than men, men instead drink beer when they're casual drinkers or being social, and if they're showing he's an alcoholic, he's drinking hard liquor, in the pitt the alcohol of choice is vodka for example, but women drink wine which is where the wine mom trope comes from and while I've seen more criticism of the trope in recent years and there have been times where its depiction is taken seriously as an addiction and substance abuse, you can still find female characters that are functional alcoholics without it be recognized at all and it's treated as either neutral or even funny how frequently a woman and usually a mother has to drink a glass of wine when anything negative or stressful happens

benzos are mother's little helper, the song of that title released back in the 1960s referring to valium which is also a benzo so this is a pretty old association between benzos and women, and more specifically mothers and middle class ones at that, there's a shade of classism to benzos, while there are expensive wines and wealthy women depicted drinking wine, boxed wine is cheap but you need access to healthcare to get a prescription for xanax, a glass of wine is for after a stressful day at work but xanax you take when you get anxious on a plane flight or need to fall asleep

xanax is also treated very lightly and as if it's harmless unlike opioids, even in the pitt the girl who suffered a fentanyl overdose was perfectly comfortable with getting black market xanax to try for the first time just to go to sleep, there has been no widespread campaign raising for addiction or overdose regarding benzos like for opioids despite a sort of tacit acknowledgement that in the 60s a lot of suburban or even wealthier housewives had been dependent on them but still kind of thinking those women didn't really have anything bad enough going on their lives to be addicted or dependent on anything

and I've said all that because I keep mulling over why have Frank Langdon be addicted to benzos

it's obviously a subversion, but of what? Which aspect of this landscape regarding substance abuse is going to get the attention and effort? Is it just going to be focused on benzos and their addictive qualities and the dangers of overdosing on them? Is the focus going to be on Langdon being a doctor sort of a response to a character like House?

Or are they going to push farther into how stereotypes regarding benzos as a drug women and particularly well off middle aged women has perhaps undermined the seriousness and risk of addiction and overdose of benzos as well as minimized and ignored women's substance abuse to their detriment? I don't even know how they could tactfully do this without turning it into an anvil dropping PSA like they have with other women's issues in s1 due to the gimmick of the entire season occurring only on one day and inside the hospital

it would be nice if they did that since it is an interesting set up to have this male doctor addicted to benzos against type, but I don't actually think I trust them to follow through on this effectively

[itsbansheebitch]

Fanfiction as a Learning Tool

Imagine if we were able to use fanfic as a learning tool. You could get people interested in topics they would otherwise hate (or think they'd hate) or you could inform people on topics that could effect the plot.

You wouldn't have to simplify it or water it down much because the reader is already interested. You could get people informed, and it's not like writers are strangers to research. There are literal memes about it.

Just to clarify, here's some examples:

DC X DP crossover: Bruce adopts Danny and thinks he's vaping (ghost sense) and gives him a lecture while Danny has to find a way to explain that he's never vaped in his life lmao

Undertale (Horrortale AU): Human falls into the Underground and had a hyperfixation/special interest in cannibalism. This allows them to remember the the Harris Benedict Equation, and other options for food (leather, bark, etc). You could get into misinformation about nutrition, the importance of rest in the human body, etc. Not to mention the psychological and sociological coping mechanisms that come with survival cannibalism.

Supernatural: You could teach the history of cryptozoology and ghost hunting

These are just some examples, but hopefully this is getting your gears turning. I genuinely think that this could help young people practice their media literacy skills, reading more, and staying informed.

Reading fanfic is actually a great tool when it comes to practicing reading, finding what you like, and learning new things.

I know we all meme on fanfic sometimes (My Immortal) but fanfiction could actually be used this way, and just because it's not a published work, doesn't mean it's not as good as books. Also, it being free to read fanfic means people from all walks of life can read it and learn. It could be very helpful to see how different people live.

I swear I've learned more about Romani culture from Romani people writing DC fanfic than I've ever learned in my whole life lol.

I wouldn't recommend it in schools (due to grey area legality and censorship), but I think it could be a new form of informal learning. What do ya'll think?

[sergeantnarwhalwrites]

Holy Shit, Worldbuilding?

I do my worldbuilding on the fly so it's definitely shakey. So awhile ago I did a whole like blueprint thing for Digits prosthetics. I've been wanting to do something similar with Donnie but that's a lot of machine. And I was reminded I never really did XD so have a very very simple write up/summary of some of the tech stuff in Robots & Gardens so far.

Tag list: @outpost51 @nanashi23 @winterandwords @jezifster2 @aether-wasteland-s @dumbthunder @manathen @the-void-writes @livums @vacantgodling (Let me know if you want to be added or removed from the taglist!) 

Reoccuring in-world tech

Teched shades/Teched glasses ->

Pretty fucking common. Some people possess modded versions. You don't buy them modded you pay someone to mod them or you figure out how to yourself. Kinda like the equivalent of jailbreaking and modding a nintendo device (side tangent fuck nintendo).

They started strictly as business/work wear before coming to the public. For example I mention a sort of equivalent Digits and other construction workers have. It's work issued and they're actually safety glasses. So less customizable quirks. But work grade at least for the construction workers (and probably a lot of other trade work but we're gonna stick with construction right now) allows them to see plans, estimated scheduling, and general blueprints or schematics if needed. All visuals can only be seen clearly by the wearer themselves. From the outside the lenses tint. So you might catch light either on their face or peeking through the lenses but that's the most. Also massive rip if you need prescription lenses to see. You're either wearing contacts, going blind, or hoping a pair of prescription glasses can fit beneath.

For everyone else they are styled more like a very standard pair of glasses. There's a couple generations of them. With the most recent generations you can actually get them with prescription lenses (but you'll have to pay a shit ton more and it can damage some other functions. Mostly cosmetic but you can view things (news, shows, shit on the internet, etc), you can talk to other people (like calls), it can play music. The speakers are kinda shit though lol.

Lenses ->

Lol so yeah this is literally just contacts. Arguably far more dangerous and a risk than glasses. These are prescription and they are teched. Really simple advancement and not very widespread. Supposed to help with seeing in darker locations as well. Valuable for Hollis since she's technically doing illegal work and does have terrible vision. They can cause extreme eye damage. Great for precision jobs. They can cause extreme eye irritation and can blind you. The tech in the lenses can cause your eyes to appear another color. (Part of the reason why Hollis' eyes appear blue/blueish sometimes. Her natural eye color is brown).

Vapes ->

Lol they function just like normal ones. No one smokes tobacco really. They want death aggressive, fast, and fruit flavored.

Prosthetics ->

Very important. And hella reoccurring. A lot of people have them. Some people do by choice. But most don't, very common to have workplace accidents. Or to just need a modification for a job which is partially how we get to Donnie. They can vary a lot and the upkeep is costly. It's a whole business at this point the healthcare part has been stripped away from this common facet of the world. As in it's not always gotten out of benefit for the patient themselves but often encouraged and required. Through health they've gotten prosthetics more mechanic. Easier to mimic original human counterparts (human mobility is a wild thing y'all).

Filters/Filtration ->

I haven't dived super deep into this. Just know it's important and necessary. So people in smog ridden places (Which is a lot of places in this story) can breathe in their homes. And minimize some air contaminants and respiratory problems. Heavy on minimize cause it doesn't completely stop those problems.

Donnie's shit in particular

My beloved cyborg got a lot of shit going on. Please know that cyborg's are a rare phenomenon, his mods and prosthetics are top of the line because he works security, and he can only maintain them because of his economic status. But even then it's still a strain. On top of this he is mute which is a whole separate thing. It's not because of the prosthetics or anything. While they have some "fixes" they could've done for this they didn't want them.

He can sign but doesn't do it often because it's kind of a dying language in this world. And screen readers struggle capturing and understanding it. Most forms of communication with other people is gesturing and body language, typing/writing, or whistling (more specific situations for that one). But there's a secret here I am actively unclear how much of Donnie is machine and how much isn't like all the time. Which I kinda am pushing onto Donnie himself as well. I still have stuff to figure out about him lol.

Keyboard and holographics/projections ->

Strictly for communication. The keyboard is built into his arm. It's not a mechanical kind of keyboard. It's more of a projection with sensors tracking pressure? Or maybe just when their fingers go through certain letters of the projection. The keyboard has adjustable heights to make room for the words being written to be visible.

Can sort of broadcast/share screen the words as he's typing them to teched glasses. Got a finicky piece of tech on his collarbone. Should work through the synthetic skin but it doesn't (something he probably won't get fixed). Pick at the synthetic skin, move it aside, slide a finger over something (didn't make it specific it's literally just exposed tech 😅😅) and it'll share the words as he types.

Rando stuff that probably isn't set in stone

Since he's security and just has better/and more expensive prosthetics some of the overall force comes from hydraulics. Can produce a lot more pressure, force, and speed.

The lights you can see beneath his skin are mostly cosmetic. Some have purpose but Donnie definitely doesn't know which ones.

Donnie does in fact break their mods and prosthetics all the time. Very injury prone. (This one is set in stone as of now)

Donnie can have machine parts break in a way that damages human parts of him. Like if an insulation or hydraulic fluid line somehow breaks.

He can overheat. Maybe even a bit easier than some other people. Because he's so much machine and it's harder to regulate temperature with extremities gone. Has some resistance to colder temps though. He only sweats through places with actual skin. I haven't figured out if he has an internal cooling system. But he probably should. Just a rudimentary one cause I am not giving myself or any in world builders of Donnie benefit of the doubt.

[threadpull]

still working on what exactly eddie's deal is as far as their mental health. they definitely have narcissistic personality disorder, ADHD, and OCD. however. there is. just a little extra something something cooking their brain because they have delusions of grandeur that are sooooo far out there.

it shows up as far as them being convinced they are better at everything than other people. or at the very least WOULD be better at something than someone who specializes in it if they applied themself - that's how they always explain away not being good at something. they just haven't really tried.

there's also like. with their vaping, for example? they're convinced it has no negative health consequences for them. why? they are built different. they simply choose to not be affected. this flavor of thinking affects a lot of their other bad habits. taking drugs, taking risks. they are too special for it to go badly. delusional.

anyways. thinking bipolar i with psychotic symptoms, which contributes to how they work on things as well. manic symptoms drive them to focus solely on the adhd hyperfixations (traps, puzzles, projects) without breaks. mania also pushes them to do the risky behaviors in the first place (hypersexuality, enacting their plans, taking drugs, impulsive behavior, goading people into fights). drives their obsessive behaviors with partners. leads to not taking care of themself. creates those delusions of grandeur.

[skullrift]

https://www.tumblr.com/skullrift/770905875833667584/sometimes-i-will-just-hyperfixate-on-my-system?source=share

YESSSS YES YES FR!! We have a special interest in systems/plurality as a whole, we also get it by hyperfixating on our system specifically

We hope these questions haven't been asked already BUT is the art you guys have done of yourselves accurate to what people look like in the innerworld?

Do you guys care to claim IRL items/clothes/accessories/hobbies, etc... for yourselves often, is pretty much everything shared and it's not a huge deal?

Please answer whatever anyone feels like answering, we don't want to push any boundaries. Have a lovely holiday, yall!

WAAA THANK U FOR QUESRIONS!!!!! i will answer like basically anything no matter how personal so dw i LOOVE QUESTIONS :33

YES my art is essentially 100% accurate when it comes to internal appearances!!! :D art has rly helped us envision ourselves as well cuz sometimes it’s hard 4 us to figure out details (e.g hair styles, horn & tail types, etc) and drawing it out helps us see ourselves clearer if that makes sense???

we have a few individual hobbies/things!!! as far as claiming items goes we have our own plushies and a couple of us have our own vape pens :3 also jax is vry protective of his takis sometimes x_x

with clothes we have a few common items we share (mostly just PANTS N TIGHTS/SOCKS) but we have completely different wardrobes!!! reffy takes up like half the closet n he’s the only one that wears any of his clothes cuz he dresses pink n pastel X)) jax also doesn’t share his clothes cuz he literally has ONLY ONE OUTFIT and he ONLY wears green day shirts he’s COMPLETELY CLAIMED THAT AS HIS BAND!!!

for hobbies!! there’s a couple games only one of my alters will play (reffy’s the only one who plays farmstead n jax is the only one who plays among us) but we enjoy games collectively 4 the most part!! we have system smps sometimes cuz jax n reffy have their own minecraft accounts n its fun :D also im the only one who makes kandi as a hobby!! when i was selling stuff some of my headmates would help me w making stock but its basically just my thing :3 those r the only examples i can think of atm WAHH BUT IM SURE THERES MORE!!!!

THANK U FOR ASKINGGGG THESE QUESTIONS WERE FUN :DD

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[transformers-spike]

I'm out of the hospital after a suicide attempt

And my new vape came!!!

Also, I wonder if cybertronians can vape

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(I hope you're okay. I'm not a medical professional, but I know where you're coming from. I assume you're getting the help you need, and try to remember that there will always be people in your life who love you. However, please don't send me these types of messages. I myself am dealing with my own struggles, and I cannot cope with such painful news on top of everything. So please, don't add this information to your asks. I certainly wish you well, but I have my boundaries) I'll still answer your question however. In canon they have cy-gars (usually just portrayed as tobacco but Cybertronian). Personally, for TFP I want to make things a lot more complicated (because these are aliens so of course stuff gets weird. Cy-gars were pretty pricey, and only the high to middle class could afford them (unless you got them second hand). The cy-gar was the casing and you had to purchase cartridges. They could go from something light that made your intake/throat feel fresh (kind of like mint), to minor drugs (something akin to weed or tobacco), to straight up hallucinogenic substances. Most of these were probably extracted from the mines (same as energon). However, after Megatron started his revolution a lot of miners quit working for those exploiting them and joined the side of the Decepticons, which meant none of that special stuff was being extracted anymore. Thus, a lot of the companies/brands ended up disappearing. Nowadays getting cy-gars is nearly impossible, your best bet is to scavange. Wheeljack for example used to be an avid enjoyer, although he got his second-hand pre-war.

Since the cartridges have run dry, some bots have tried to fill/make them by hand. Potentially risky depending on the content, but can be done. Then there's the case of bots travelling to other planets during the war and potentially trading with the natives. Now, they can certainly try out whatever form of drugs the aliens have, but chances are, it's going to damage their insides. Maybe not straight away, but their bodies aren't made to consume these substances. I assume those who keep using cy-gars/other such substances are neutrals or rogues. Normally no one under Megatron or Optimus is supposed to partake in cy-gar use (maybe if recreational but even then you'd get chewed out if it's any of the drugged up varieties). There must have been at least 1 vehicon who snuck tobacco onto the ship then ended up exploding his internal components while using it. Fire, tobacco and fuel tanks don't mix, folks. Wheeljack doesn't even use his anymore. He just sticks it in his intake because he likes the look.

[peachjagiya]

TK things that make you think they are more than friends are the things they seemed to show in an innocuous way over the years and sometimes frequently like the Malta paddlebord picture. The I love you sign language. When one gets back from a trip abroad the other is wearing new clothing or showing off something from that location, example JK eating Mexico lollipops on his live, wearing a new French shirt (most likely from Tae's trip to Paris) for a dance challenge etc. They are showing they are special to one another without making it overtly obvious. There are too many examples to be just a coincidence.

Speaking of coincidences...

"All of this is not a coincidence" DNA 123 timestamp? What? Why? They know crazy shipping theories, is bighit feeding it for dollars or because they actually support TK?

The Dream wardrobe choice was Wow! Anyone who follows Tae knows he often speaks using clothing.

Tae frequently chooses JK first if he can or pulls him towards him or just hangs off him. The level of comfort they have with one another (JK soop jenga position, Tae always resting on JK far far more and far longer than any other member. Don't forget VEGAS restaurant) and the knowledge they have regarding one another is definately more than what other memebers know about them, which is alot, because the members are close and know tonnes about eachother!

You add that to the way Tae always hypes JK's songs and accomplishments (more than his own) and stands up when JK is criticized. JK's Seven is "dirty" here comes Tae on a live playing an extremely "dirtier" song. JK caught smoking and is criticized, Tae shows off his vape and does a Smoke dance challenge etc. He won't leave him hanging alone. JK says he has no girlfriend, but then says he's not alone. He is not alone, he has Tae. Trips, musicals, bowling, movies, dinners, facetime calls etc

It is hard to think of a non romantic reason for Paradise hotel when you both have your own homes nearby and didn't make it a gathering with others.

They play their songs to each other FIRST! Tae's friends supported JK's music. Tae's parents went to Yoongi's concert on JK's day. JK's brother is friendly to taekookers. There is so much more.

If they are not involved romantically, they are definately eachother's ride or die.

"If they are not involved romantically, they are definately each other's ride or die."

And that summarises how I look at it! Nothing will change any of these facts. I do kind of wonder if that's why jkkrs get crazy and mean about it all sometimes because ACTUALLY even without the romantic element, they're clearly so so so important to each other. You can't actually remove Tae from JKs story.