#ver writes things

[umbraastaff]

There's something wrong with the planet.

I know, that sounds really dramatic. And probably exaggerated, knowing how much anxiety and paranoia is all but designed into my cheap fucking systems. It's not like I have much of a frame of reference, either: I only have linear memories of the last 160 hours of my life, barring the activation and maintenance between previous contracts. The rest is in bits and pieces, most of them ghosts of old feelings and reactions from my organic parts.

But that's how I know. There's a sense of wrongness in my organics, telling me things are different than how they should be -- how they used to be, at least. People keep bringing up the event from two months ago. I wasn't around for it, (or at least I don't remember it), but from my understanding, something fell from the sky, and now everyone's acting really weird.

They call it the Light of Creation, and yes, they capitalize it.

As far as I can tell, it isn't a power source, and nobody's considering selling it, but it's somehow helping with an important project. It's being held by the IPRE, the same entity that rented out my contract starting a week ago… for a two-month mission that's going to start ten months from now. They're paying for a year's worth of SecUnit for a mission a fraction of that time away.

I can't complain about that, exactly. Ten months of hanging around a bunch of boring researchers is a lot better than ten months of being a regular Murderbot, cycling between memory erasure and panic over the lives of various clients. It makes it easier not to get my brain painfully zapped by my governor module, too, when there are less crises. But it still feels highly unusual, and weird behavior is always going to make me uneasy.

"Let's run through this one more time," says Captain Davenport. Speaking of weird behavior.

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[magnolia-sunrise]

Thinking about the Reductress headline “How I Reject Binaries but Also I'm A Top”

Real and True

[bigfemboyenergy]

The Worst Crossover To Ever ‘Cross Over’ Pt.3

kill me i have no idea how to write the batfamily or the joker//

Sonic breathes in deeply, trying to regain his cool. He’s seen so much bullshit in only a few seconds, so it makes sense. It almost feels like someone’s writing him into this crap, because of how bad it is.. but anyway.

About twenty or so feet away, there’s the entrance to a warehouse. In front of it, two people stand; a clownish creep, with eerily green hair, slicked back, and his lips smothered with tarnished red lipstick..and Danny, in something resembling a hero suit of sorts, with his hair and eyes now white and green, respectively. It’s quite the spectacle. So much so that there’s a few bat- and bird- themed people just a few rooftops away..watching.

After a few seconds of watching Danny interact with the freakish clown man, Sonic decides to rush in, standing between Danny and the clown, concern leaving his eyes looking wide and more unusual than normal. The clown pays little mind to him, trying to talk with Danny, intrigue lighting up his thin, sharp features. “Oho, another!” the clown starts. “I’ve never seen anything quite like you two before.” Sonic stands defensively in front of Danny, arms stretched out to protect him. “Yeah, and I’ve never seen a clown become the butt of their own joke, but here you are,” Sonic retorts, with a scowl. He’s going full defensive. Behind him, however, Danny doesn’t seem nearly as bothered as one might expect.

A while earlier, Danny had just arrived, drawn in by the noise. Only to see a clown near the source of the sound and some bat furry guy and his supposed accomplices some buildings away, just watching? He was not pleased. Flying down to the clown, he discovered that the horrible shrieking was just the laugh of this nasty clown..or a ringmaster..? Less clown-like..reminds him of that weirdo from Circus Gothica. Danny shivers, immediately uncomfortable. “So, who are you, and what are you doing?” Danny starts, ready to interrogate. The ringmaster-clown-guy shrugs, with a cruel giggle; “Oh, you know, a bit of this, a bit of that.” Danny rolls his eyes, noticing his dodging of the question. The clown dude looks Danny up and down, in a way that makes him so much creepier. “Are you, mayhaps, one of them?” Danny looks at where the clown is pointing- the bat furry and some other furries. “Uh, no way, don’t know who that furry is, never seen him before today-” Danny starts, before being rudely interrupted by the ringmaster-clown’s horrible laughter. “He isn’t quite a furry, but it’s funny you see him as such! He’s Batman, kid. And you are?” Danny looks at the clown guy, deciding that his non-hostility leaves him somewhat okay to respond to..especially if he’s gonna start building his rep back up. “Phantom. You know, usually one should say their own name first during an introduction,” Danny says, with a curious expression. “But you didn’t. Who are you, then?” The ringmaster grins wildly as he proclaims, “The Clown Prince of Crime, the Joker, one and only!” Danny’s face pales slightly; this guy is definitely not a good guy, with a name and title like that. Maybe I shouldn’t have indulged him, he thinks.

Danny takes a step back, feeling a lot less safe around this “Joker” guy. He hasn’t done anything wrong yet, but he certainly will try, won’t he?

As Sonic arrives at the scene, Batman almost takes action. These people..where have they come from? He nor any of his colleagues habe met them, that’s for sure- he’d know if they had. A boy called “Phantom”, clearly a meta, and some blue spiky meta. Unusual and sudden appearances could mean..something big. But it seems that the situation is dying down for now.. so he swoops away, bringing the rest of his team with him.

Sonic glares at the clown, not knowing what he may have done or not done to Danny. Danny steps up behind Sonic, whispering in his ear, “He’s some sort of prankster, I think? Calls himself “Joker”. He hasn’t done anything yet.” Sonic lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Whispering back, he murmurs, “Let’s just go, for now. He gives me the heebie-jeebies.” Danny nods, and Sonic promptly grabs Danny and runs away, with incredibly speed, the Joker looking at the two of them and waving as they escape the scene.

Now back at their makeshift home, Sonic asks, “Why did you leave?” He puts Danny down and looks up at him, a bit saddened. “I thought something bad could’ve happened, or you were afraid of me…” He sighs. Danny looks at Sonic, eyes sympathetic and kind; “I woke up and was too worried to sleep. Sorry. I just..wanted to scope out the town. And, uh..I think we have some more things to talk about..” He gestures to himself, and then to Sonic. “Some abilities and backstories we need to share.”

[bizarrelittlemew]

pssst hey if you want an Ed/Stede wedding there is one in the epilogue of Something timeless going on 💕 my first multi-chapter fic that i wrote almost a year ago (37k, E, canon divergence/pining while fucking)

[sallysellsseashellssundays]

Disclaimer for Moffat fans: massive Moffat salt incoming...

I just finished watching "World Enough and Time", god DAMN this man is OBSESSED with his characters waiting for the Doctor: Reinet*e, Am*, R*ver and now B*ll. I didn't watch all of Cl*ra's episodes so I don't fully know her storyline and if she had to wait. He's a one-trick pony with a crap ton of themes he repeats over and over again. Surely I must live in a different reality because this supposed genius that I keep seeing praise for in terms of writing the best of DW is by far some of the worst writing I've ever seen, whatever I've liked of his time as showrunner was written by someone else like 95% of the time

[firstkanaphans]

Hey there! Hope I'm not asking for too much, but could you please give us at least one of the three explicit scenes we were rubbed off? (Uninterrupted version ofc) thank you in advance🙏

Okay, first of all, I need you to know that that is the funniest typo I have ever seen in my life. Please slide back into my inbox and tell me if it was an honest-to-god Freudian slip or if you were just being clever—but either way, kudos to you for making me laugh 😂 Per your request, here is the kitchen scene (uninterrupted vers.) because y’all know I love me some domestic fluff. 

For the third morning in a row, Sand woke up to find Ray in his bed. And just like the two mornings before, he couldn’t quite believe that it was real. In only a few weeks, he and Ray had gone from strangers who frequented the same bar to friends. Or, well, something like that. 

Although Sand had a long list of things he had to do, he allowed himself a few seconds to just stare at the boy lying next to him. Ray always looked good, but Sand preferred him like this: sober and carefree without the usual trappings of wealth adorning his body. In Sand’s bed, with his hair un-styled and his designer clothes discarded, they almost felt like equals. 

He smoothed the covers down over Ray’s still-sleeping body and then crawled out of bed, being extra careful not to wake him. Ray needed his sleep.

Every time Sand stayed over at Ray’s house, Ray would offer to feed him, so Sand felt it was only polite to do the same. He couldn’t afford the typical restaurant fare Ray offered him, but he had plenty of food in the refrigerator. He would make it himself.

He was just putting the finishing touches on breakfast when he heard footsteps behind him.

“Something smells good,” a voice said and then a pair of arms wrapped around his waist. 

Sand turned to find a sleepy Ray resting with his cheek pressed against Sand’s back, still wearing the tank top and boxers he had fallen asleep in. “Me or the breakfast?” he asked.

Ray groaned at the corny joke. “It’s too early for flirting. My brain can’t keep up.” He released Sand, but he didn’t go far. He was like a puppy in that way. Instead, he just peeked over Sand’s shoulder to look at the meal he’d prepared. He let out a whistle, low and impressed. “You sure are multi-talented, aren’t you? Thug by night, cook by morning?”

Sand rolled his eyes. “I’m on my own. If I want to eat, I have to cook. Unlike you, I don’t have an Alfred.”

Ray snorted at the insult. “Asshole. I’m not Bruce Wayne!”

No, Sand was pretty sure Ray was richer than Bruce Wayne. Without a word, he picked a plate piled high with eggs, sausages, croissants, and bacon off of the counter and handed it to Ray, who stared at it as if it was poisonous.

“I can’t stomach it,” he whined, trying to hand it back. “I’m still hungover.”

“Just take a bite. Maybe it’ll help,” Sand said, refusing to take the plate. He had spent enough time with Ray to know that he didn’t eat enough. He filled up on alcohol instead. That was one of the reasons Sand had bothered to cook at all. And yet, the look on Ray’s face made it very clear the food was not going to get eaten. “Or how about a black coffee?”

Ray scrunched his nose in disgust. “I don’t like coffee.” This time when he tried to hand the plate back, Sand took it. 

“Well, what about a hangover pill? That might help.”

“They never do shit for me,” Ray said, crossing his arms over his chest as if it was the pill’s fault and not the fact that he drank like a fish. He was acting like a picky, spoiled child and yet Sand couldn’t let it go. He wanted to help him.

“Water?” he offered as a last resort. Ray shook his head. Sand set the plate back down on the counter, now annoyed. “What do you usually do to get over a hangover, then?”

Ray thought about it and then finally, his face showed an emotion other than contempt. He smirked the same way he did whenever Sand undressed him and then he stepped forward to whisper in his ear. “Jerk off.”

Sand couldn’t help it. He laughed. “You’re a feisty thing in the morning, aren’t you?”

“I’m not kidding! It works,” Ray said, but he was laughing too. “When you do it, your brain releases endorphins. Take a shower after that and”—he shivered as if just the thought brought him pleasure—“it feels damn good.”

“I can’t do it when I’m hungover. I just won’t get hard,” Sand said, staring at Ray fondly. His eyes were sparkling with mirth and Sand would have been able to read the intention in them from a mile away. He had been conditioned to it now. He took a step forward. “So…why’re you telling me this?” 

Ray threw his nose into the air and cocked an eyebrow, but refused to respond. Sand grabbed him by the waistband of his boxers, pulled him closer, and then let the elastic snap back against his skin. Ray jumped.

“You need help?” Sand asked.

Ray closed the distance between them, clearly pleased with the direction this conversation had taken. “Why? You want to?”

Sand did. He always did. He craved Ray the way Ray craved alcohol. He let his hand slip beneath the waistband of Ray’s boxers again, but he never broke eye contact. He wanted to see the way Ray’s eyes darkened, wanted to know that this, at least, was something he could give him.

“What if I do?” Sand asked, so close that when he spoke, his lips brushed against Ray’s. And then, heart racing, he kissed him.

The thing about kissing Ray was that you never knew which version of him you were going to get. Ray vacillated between soft and clingy, wild and passionate—usually depending on how much he’d had to drink—and in both cases, there was an undercurrent of sadness. Of anger. But today, with Ray still recovering from sleep, the negative emotions he fed with alcohol hadn’t yet had a chance to brew. He twined his arms around Sand’s neck and kissed him like he was the only thing in the world that mattered. It was an illusion, but one Sand would happily indulge.  He reached around Ray and picked him up.

Ray let out a yelp of surprise against Sand’s mouth, but once he realized what was happening, he laughed. Sand spun them around, set Ray down on the counter, and for a second, they just looked at each other. Ray’s cheeks and nose were red from kissing and even without the clothes or accessories that he usually wore, he was still beautiful. Sand stripped him of his boxers, took him in hand, and began stroking him.

Ray wasn’t yet hard, but he had always been very receptive to Sand’s touch. It didn’t take long before his dick was standing to attention against his stomach, but although he was clearly enjoying himself–bucking up into Sand’s touch—he was almost preternaturally calm. Instead of focusing on his own pleasure, all of his attention was on Sand.

As Sand jerked him off, Ray let his fingers roam Sand’s face, let them stroke through his hair, let them lift his chin and force him to look him in the eyes. Ray was staring at him as if Sand was beautiful. As if what they were doing was beautiful. And it gave Sand a cursed hope. He couldn’t take it anymore. So instead, he buried his face in Ray’s neck and kissed him there.

Almost immediately, as if breaking eye contact had broken some sort of trance, Ray returned to himself. “Fuck,” he hissed, throwing his head back to give Sand better access to his neck. It took less than a minute before he was making the most desperate sounds, whining and begging for release. 

So Sand gave it to him.

Ray came all over Sand’s hand with a delicious, satisfied moan that filled the whole apartment. It was the most beautiful thing Sand had ever seen.

He washed his hands in the sink and then helped Ray back into his boxers. Ray didn’t even try to help, happy to just sit there and let Sand do all the work. Once that was done, Sand picked him up and set him back down on the ground.

“Now go take that shower,” he said, smacking Ray playfully on the ass. Ray yelped in surprise, but he was smiling. “But when you’re done, you have to eat.”

“Come with me,” Ray said, taking Sand by the hand.

Sand rolled his eyes. “Come with you where?”

Instead of answering, Ray reached out and fondled the very obvious bulge in the front of Sand’s pants. “Come take a shower with me.”

“Ray,” Sand protested. This alone had already eaten up enough time in his busy schedule. 

“Please,” Ray begged, eyes wide, lashes fluttering—that goddamn puppy dog pout that Sand still hadn’t learned to say no to.

“Fine,” he relented. Then he let Ray lead him by the hand into the bathroom where they had spent their first night together, both of them beaming.

[ratwars]

yandere fedya? hcs and nsfw hcs?? i know you hc sub and (bottom? vers? idk which im sorry) fyodor so I still mean that too if you want to answer nsfw.

Hi hello sure.

I think Fyodor would be a subtle and manipulative yandere. We actually see him give Dazai advice in the prison arc that falls in line with this when Dazai asks what he should do about the waitress.

So it would involve him making moves behind the scenes to isolate the focus of his affection. I think he would do this slowly and methodically as to not cause suspicion. He might even convince someone that they are making the decisions themselves that are leading them away from the people in their lives and into his arms.

He might say things to convince them that they aren't safe, especially if they learn the nature of his occupation. Though the only reason they would know about his occupation to begin with is if he told them intentionally, he could easily hide it, so that too would be part of his manipulation.

If we are looking at the canon arcs for this he spends a lot of time working on his plans, so I think he would keep the person he is obsessed with close to him when he is in his base, but also they would be dragged around to safe houses and other locations probably while I think he would trust leaving them in the care of Ivan specifically he wouldn't want to be away from them for too long.

He would use video surveillance to spy on them probably even in places one would expect privacy. He doesn't trust people baseline, and I think a yan!fyodor would be more paranoid about his loved one, they would get even less leeway probably in terms of privacy. Because even if he believes they won't leave, I think he still would want that full level of control to ease his own concerns, leaving nothing up to chance basically.

In terms of violence I think this would more come into play if other methods to isolate them failed. If he couldn't get them away from the people in their lives he would resort to murder, but I think he might have someone else take care of it still so it couldn't ever be tied back to him. He would definitely lie as well about if he knows anything, he is never revealing that he had them killed. First of all because he isn't going to implicate himself unnecessarily, and second of all because he knows he'll lose favor with the person he is trying to isolate if it ever is revealed. That would cause him problems he definitely would want to avoid.

Your second part idk if I have much to say about that for a yan!fyodor? I think any sort of physical relationship or dynamic is possible, basically whatever would have been typical for the couple if Fyodor wasn't a yandere or whatever their relationship was like prior to him ramping things up because they would have been convinced to stay or put in a position where they think they chose to be there.

The only thing I would say is a yan!Fyodor probably would not be okay with being tied up or restrained in any way no matter how close he is with his partner. The level of trust they could achieve with this situation is different than with a non yandere Fyodor, so that I would say would be off the table probably.

[the-cookie-of-doom]

When Chay and Kim get back together in the 24/7 AU, Chay expects things to go back to how they were before, and is surprised when they don't. The whole point is that Kim wanted a lover, but didn't want to let anyone close. So he maintained this distance between them, using the D/S dynamic to do it. But now he doesn't need to, anymore. Chay can be on equal footing with him in this relationship. And sure, a little bit of that shone through towards the end, because Kim couldn't help himself, he was falling in love, and that distance became harder and harder to maintain (which made it easier to convince himself to cut Chay off entirely after the RevealTM).

Chay is not at all prepared for a completely, unrestrictedly in love Kim

[optiwashere]

Another day in fandom, another person that's never met a leaning switch or a switch that mostly does one or the other in a particular relationship. Even worse, another person that furthers the equivocation of sub roles as unfitting for "strong women." Tell me you're a misogynist without telling me. If I had a penny for every time I see people in fandom unwittingly acting misogynistic about sexual power dynamics, usually by attempting to be performatively progressive, I'd have millions of dollars.

When things don't fit in a neat little box for them, it's suddenly this massive problem.

It would be funny if it wasn't so prevalent. Truly one of the most baffling and bizarre constants in fandom.

Is this vagueposting? Yeah, probably, but I don't care about callouts when I see vagueposts that are almost certainly about me on my own goddamned feed lmao.

[neriyon]

For the FFXIV ask thingy: 8, 14 & 20~

Ohh nice, a triple~

8. Biggest Accomplishment?

This is a hard one since I don't do any savages or extremes or any of the "hard" endgame content people usually say as their big accomplisments haha. So I guess uhh, idk, getting all jobs to 90 during EW? (six to go till all jobs at 100) Or that 5000th commendation I got last month? Figuring out how to do old content (and maps) with just the 3 of us? Still playing this game after 5 years?

14. Favorite Raid?

Alliance one? One of the Nier raids, probably Copied. Ridorana, Orbonne and Aglaia are good too, but there's just something that sparks joy whenever I see Nier raids come up in roulette.

8-man ones? Uhhh..... Pandae 9 (Kokytos) or 11 (Themis)? P4 (Hesperos), 6 (Hegemone) and 7 (tree) were nice too, and I kinda still like getting Eden Titan on rouls.

20. Favorite Limit Break?

Hmm, summoner one is very neat! Not that you get to use it that often, but it's fun to finally become Bahamut.

Fav tank one is drk, melee on is ninja (*angrily does really fast hand signs at you*), ranged is bard (its the bow at the end) and healer is whm. Almost all of them are good tho, only ones I'm meh about are the more "boring", non flashy ones (pld, mnk, sam)

[awek-s]

the person editing my piece for the anthology put my work through a translator…… 😣

[transcicle]

who up getting autistic over a podcast theyve never seen

more under cut idk if theyll format or not... beware

some of these i just did some of these are old

some of these are the drawing style thing i did sooo.... in order... : FIRST THROUGH FOURTH IMAGE peter drew those :-) FIFTH rumi drew that one :-) SIXTH exandroth drew those :-) SEVENTH peter drew that one :-) self portait EIGHTH rumi [bad at art edition] both NINE and TEN i dont remember if they were ment to be peter or just me goofin... so picjk ur poison LOL ELEVEN thats peter LAST THREEEE meeeeee :3 9-10 and 12-14 are the older ones everything else i did last night / this mornin'

[aceoflanterns]

guys if i think about the high school edition of rtc for too long i’m gonna eat drywall

[overcastedsays]

I am living on the edge getting these refs done so close to art fight

The biggest fan-favorite NPC couple from the wacky homebrew campaign I run (the players do nothing but make their lives harder. it's very funny)

Oliver is the Warden of Polsjaran, a City located in one of the many In-Betweens of the Universe (think Ethereal Plane but bigger scale). Having just barely graduated from his apprenticeship, he was unexpectedly chosen by the (now dead) previous Warden of Polsjaran to take on the role. His job is supposed to be making sure the environment of the Polsjaran In-Between and the Planes it connects to are stable, but the political rivals of the previous Warden managed to put just about as many restrictions on his abilities as they could until they deemed him "fit to hold the position". In the meantime, he's taking a more hands on approach to fixing the many, many problems with his surrounding planes. He's a big fan of bugs, plants, ecosystems, vivariums, and nature photography. Don't ask him about any of these unless you're prepared for a 4 hour infodump minimum.

Vermillion is a Sergeant in one of Polsjaran's bordering planes, The Mirrored Sea. Despite his title, he has very little power in the Mirrored sea and has been trying to distance himself from his as much as he can. He manages a small team of 5 soldiers "guarding" one of the physical entrances to Polsjaran, but in reality spends most of his time in Polsjaran trying to fix the current situation in the Mirrored Sea as best as he can. He has a much better way with actions than he does words and really just needs a break. Sword lover and secret marine biology enthusiast. Deep down just wants to be an accountant or something.

They originally met bonding over their shared hatred for their respective governments and the positions they were forced to take up because of them. Born to be Anarchist forced to Government Official.

[rinbylin]

watching the first episode of the 2017 webdrama and then skimming through the sanitised 2021 remake (starring whr - fun fact) is the same bewildering and depressing experience of watching addicted 2016 then moving on to what SWM 2023 did to the story in the process of what it believed to be "fixing" the problematics of its canon

[lunarcry]

I HAVE LISTENED TO LEONEEDS APPLE SALESGIRL I HAVE WON MASSIVELY