#which forced me to actually. learn how its done

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can u please tell me ur thoughts on the yj characters superhero thing u wrote about a while ago

Okay so I'm going to definitely word vomit here but I'm going to do my best to contain it (spoiler alert from present Lid: I did not contain it) because I may actually end up writing something like this once PMF is done (i have a back burner of like four different fic ideas for after PMF that I will probably put some feelers out for to see what people are most interested)

YellowJackets Superhero AU Ideas below cut

General Headcanons + Thoughts

Set Up:

Takes place in a world similar to the Yellowjackets canon- with a superhero twist. Supepowered individuals are not at all the norm in this world and there is a lot of public discourse over the correlation between the emergence of superheroes and the emergence of all the new threats that superheroes face.

I've got more ideas for world building and stuff but I'll save that for when/if I actually write this

The story itself would, like the show, be split across two timelines- teen and adult.

TEEN TIMELINE:

This period would take place in the 90s and sees the teenage sidekicks of the most elite national superheroes, join up to form their own youth team to take on some of the smaller threats that their mentors don't have time for (Think Teen Titans, Young Avengers, etc).

The team is as follows:

Jackie Taylor: (Star Blitz "Star")

Power(s): Jackie can create sparks of light as miniscule as harmless sparkles to as impactful as explosive bursts with enough energy. While this power does not allow her to fly naturally like her mentor, she has over time learned to use them in a way that allows her to use their force to propel herself in a certain direction. Her powers are very popular with children because of how dazzling it looks. Team Role: Team Leader Flexible Member: primarily serves as a strike member, but can also serve mobility or support Aliases: "Star" - by the general population "Little Miss Sunshine", "Golden Girl", "Sparkles", "Twinkle Toes" - sarcastically by her teammates "Starshine" - by Solaris Mentor: Solaris (name not final) - one of the most globally popular superheroes. Powers of flight, enhanced strength, enhanced durability, energy projection (think Captain Marvel). Aspirations: Jackie's primary goal is to establish the teen superhero team as a reputable and trustworthy powerhouse team that can be depended on just as much as the big name heroes if not more. She idolizes Solaris and wants to follow in her footsteps as a hero and leader. On a more internal level, Jackie seeks a sense of belonging, understanding, and to feel known and accepted General Background: Jackie's powers came about when she was a child, and has been successfully hiding them from her parents ever since. Somehow it gets around to Solaris who takes an interest in Jackie and decides to take her in as a protege. (Maybe its moreso Jackie seeking out Solaris and pestering the shit out of her by being relentlessly stubborn until she gives in so the little twerp doesn't do something dumb like go off and try to be a superhero on her own without training.) Jackie trains under Solaris for around four or five years before the hero has less and less time for her due to increased threats. Jackie decides to establish a team of sidekick heroes to combat some of the lower level threats while their teachers fight the bigger guys.

Shauna Shipman (The Fury)

Power(s): Shauna has a transformation type of power that allows her to shift into an alternate form known as "The Fury". This form has hardened, nearly impenetrable skin, enhanced durability, strength, agility, and senses, as well as sharp retractable claws and spines. She is also able to selectively change only part of her form which she does more often than not due to being insecure about the appearance of her fully shifted form. Team Role: Primarily serves as a tank role, but can also function in plans that require more mobility Aliases: "The Red Terror", "Hellspawn" "Killer" - affectionately by teammates Mentor: Chimera (Name not final) - not a chart topping hero but one that is frequently brought onto famous teams due to their utility and likeability. Chimera can physically alter their body to take on attributes of other creatures at will, often multiple at the same time. Aspirations: Figure out what she wants for herself outside of Jackie's shadow General Background: Shauna and Jackie have been best friends since kindergarten. She was there when Jackie's powers came in and was dazzled. Aside from Solaris, she was the only one to know Jackie's identity until the team came together. Shauna's powers came in at the end of middle school, which was already a difficult time for her as Jackie started getting attention both in hero life and real life, and now Shauna felt constantly overshadowed and insecure. Shauna's mom was much more supportive of Shauna's powers and helped connect her with Chimera.

Van Palmer (SlingRay- picked herself, she's very proud of it)

Power(s): Van can manipulate the charged energy cells in her body generate energy whips from hands. These whips are highly elastic and can be used for mobility, attacks, and utility. (She's definitely tried to pull the spider-man kiss pose before). The whips are harmless unless Van chooses to charge them with excess energy which can cause a static shock to those trapped by them. Team Role: Primarily serves as utility or support. Highly mobile and extremely adept in rescue + capture situations Also serves as the team heart + comedic relief Aliases: "Clown", "Slinging Fool" - by villains and some members of the public. (She's the quippy one, she pisses people off with her jokes) Mentor: Some kind of ice powered superhero I think. Comic relief character that's both considered widely loved and annoying. Was a teenage superhero and is more like a big brother figure to Van, seeing a lot of himself in them and not wanting the superhero life to take the joy away from them. Aspirations: Keep shady organizations in check and look out for the little guys General Background: Van's powers came about due to a radiation leak from a plant set up and poorly regulated in Van's neighborhood. Most people there got sick or worse but the scandal was covered up. Van's powers started developing early freshman year and she started working as a teenage vigilante trying to take down the company behind the leak. It's during this time that she has a run in with Jackie who is trying to take down the same villain as Van. They get into a disagreement over it and the villain almost escapes. Jackie reacts impulsively and her powers accidentally go rogue and cause the scar on Van's face. Because it burned off part of Van's mask, Jackie discovered her identity and decided to cover for her by making some excuse when she brought her unconscious to the hospital. When van woke up in the hospital, heavily bandaged, the doctors had no clue of her secret identity, but a visitor (the ice powered superhero) was clued in by his proximity to Solaris and took Van under his wing so the other superheroes wouldn't try to stop her from performing heroics on her own.

Taissa Turner (Echo/Blue Buzz)

Power(s): Taissa has vibration based powers that allow her cells to vibrate rapidly. This can be used for a number of applications. She can vibrate her cells fast enough to phase through objects or people in short doses. Movement allows her to store up kinetic energy which can be released to launch herself in a direction, or release a concussive burst with a clap. Her powerset is a highly technical one that requires extensive practical thought and applications. Team Role: Primarily serves as strike + mobility but can be used as utility/support/recon Aliases: "Blue Buzz" - The media started calling her this after her debut despite the fact that she had already picked a hero name. She has been actively fighting the use of this name since she started but many people still call her this. "Buzz Kill" - Derogatory diminutive from Blue Buzz. Mostly used by villains or her teammates. Mentor: Peregrine (name not final) - Super speed hero with wing attachments. Aspirations: Become one of the top renowned heroes General Background: Taissa's powers emerged at a very early age when she had trouble sitting still, which quickly turned more upsetting when her body would straight up start vibrating in place until she phased through her bed. Her parents had decent connections and wealth and were able to get her examined. She was given a power dampening bracelet as a child and throughout the years has worked on harnessing her power rather than letting it overwhelm her. This has turned her into somewhat of a teenage prodigy. She easily could achieve her ambitions as a hero if it weren't for her difficulty working with others and attitude towards public opinion. She's VERY bitter about Jackie being picked as team leader.

Natalie Scatorccio (The Whisper)

Power(s): Natalie has an extremely enhanced intuition and senses that make her an adept hunter. Her prey drive gives her an alertness towards incoming danger and allows her to avoid or deflect attacks before they hit, making it nearly impossible to get the drop on her. Her predator drive gives her a keen awareness of enemy weaknesses and enhances her stealth and tracking skills. Additionally, she has training in hand to hand combat and dexterity. The public isn't actually aware of her powers because they don't appear visibly and she more seems to have a supernatural awareness. Her tendency to remain unseen in the shadows and get the drop on opponents is what owed her the name Whisper. Team Role: Primarily serves as utility, recon, and strike. Aliases: "Little Shadow" - by villains and other heroes. (refers to her predecessor) Mentor: Coach Ben in this universe was not a widely popular hero and was actually more of a controversial figure as he often clashed with police and government officials. He never joined a hero team and was largely a solo vigilante who was involved in street justice. Maybe some shadow based powers? Aspirations: Help the people who actually need it and make sure that no kid like her ever has to feel like they have no one looking out for them :( General Background: It is unclear if Natalie's powers were always there dormant or if they only arose when her life began to turn upside down. Her dad got involved with some villains and it was Natalie that ended up turning him in. Her mom became a shell of a human after her dad died so she largely raised herself until some of the same associates of her dad tracked her down. Ben saved her and decided to take her in and she became a vigilante under his wing. About 6 months before the team was formed, Ben was killed mysteriously and Natalie believes it to be a type of conspiracy. She was actively investigating it and getting herself into trouble and raising the wrong type of attention when Jackie decided to bring her on to the team to refocus her.

Lottie Matthews (The Witch)

Power(s): Lottie was born with a highly empathic mind and a deep connection with spirits. She can sense spirits, powerful emotions, and some level of life+death force. She can lay disturbed spirits to rest, look into the memories of a location or person's experiences and trauma, and impact the emotions and thoughts of others to a degree. Her powers are very taxing so she is often tired, anxious, or nauseous. Team Role: Almost entirely support. Sometimes she tries to get too involved in direct conflict and the others have to cover for her because she's not very adept in combat. Aliases: "Witch", "Psycho Bitch" - villains and some members of the public :( Mentor: A world renowned telepath Aspirations: Help heal a damaged world and protect her friends General Background: Lottie went through a series of therapists as a child until finally being introduced to a world renowned telepath and psychologist who was hired by the Matthews to "fix" their daughter. Instead she assured her that her powers were a gift that could help others and decided to teach her. This was the first adult in her life who seemed to be genuinely encouraging towards her rather than fearful of her. She may have unintentionally given Lottie a savior complex though :(

Misty Quigley (The Overseer)

Power(s): Misty can absorb the knowledge of someone she touches. This has allowed her to build up a mental database of skills she has almost entirely mastered. This also makes her quite distractible and scatter brained but extremely useful. Team Role: Strictly support. The others don't let her in the field if they can help it. She's the guy in the chair. Aliases: "Quiggles", "Doc", "Brainiac", "Quigs" - the team "That freaky kid" - some of the team's mentors who are vaguely aware of her Mentor: None. She's stalked dozens of them though. Aspirations: Become invaluable to the team and help make them the next strongest and more renowned superhero team. General Background: Misty has been obsessed with superhero culture since she was a child and witnessed one in action. She dedicated herself to becoming the most informed fan of all things happening in the superhero world- which became pretty easy once her powers came in and she could literally absorb knowledge. She knows many secret identities and lots of the inner workings of the superhero world. She has every resource to become one of the biggest threats to society but is only interested in pushing the teen superhero team she is obsessed with to the top of the world's leaderboards. She definitely was not supposed to be on the team but found out about their secret base and set up there when Jackie tried to bring the others over for the first time. She insistently made her pitch to them and Jackie accepted under the condition that she not involve herself in direct conflict and serve only as support. The other team members did not like this choice. Misty decided Jackie was her favorite person ever because of this choice. Most of Misty's technology that she uses was built herself from scraps or different resources that Lottie provided with her father's funding.

Teen Timeline Story:

As stated, this timeline would cover the stories of the new team as teenage heroes. Probably involves them discovering some kind of conspiracy while they are trying to figure out how to work together. Ends in some kind of disaster that leads directly to the adult timeline...

Adult Timeline Setup: Takes place around ten years after teen timeline.

The premier superheroes of the world are dead and gone. The teen superheroes from the 90s either retired or attempted to restart their lives after some mysterious tragedy.

Misty who never had an active role in the public eye during the teen timeline lives relatively unimpacted. She works during the day and stalks the superhero forums and keeps track of the team.

Taissa tries to get involved in government and actively shuts down conversations about her past

Van and Natalie both attempt to drop off the face of the earth. Van tries to start a civilian life in the middle of no where running a video store. Natalie goes through a number of fake identities moving around, never staying in one place for long.

Lottie was still institutionalized but disappeared one day years ago and has not been seen since. Her dad got the media to imply she died :(

Shauna put up her cape and has tried to build a normal boring life for herself.

And Jackie Taylor, golden girl of the sidekick team, once predicted to be the next big number one superhero-

Has lost her powers :(

For years the others lost contact with her. When she makes another public reappearance, it's as a spokesperson for an organization that is promoting a registration of all superpowered individuals and secretly has ties to a more sinister plot to depower or control superpowered individuals. Her parents are on the board of this organization.

Adult Timeline Story:

After the mysterious tragedy ten years ago that left the teen heroes broken apart, they each live in their adult lives trying to pretend they aren't still dealing with the repercussions of the event. Many of them have their powers impacted or destabilized in some way or new side effects when trying to use them.

Misty gets the team back together to tie up an old loose end and they find themselves involved in another larger conspiracy.

Story would largely cover their coming back together, dealing with this new problem, and discovering a number of mysteries such as what caused so many superpowers to go wrong, why people are going missing, what the goals are of this shadow organization, and who is this mysterious team of villains killing heroes and provoking fear into the public?

I've got some more ideas for this but again I will probably end up doing something with this idea so I'll keep the bigger details to myself B)

If anyone would be interested in this lmk because I do have a lot of fun thinking about it (i was a very big x-men and marvel comics kid)

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just learned how to properly take corners in f1 24 game

[moonstruckme]

hi mae!! may i get a poly marauders x reader where reader just completely becomes quiet and stuff around negatively raised voices? like if two of the others (not necessarily reader) are arguing and suddenly theyre arguing in raised voices and reader has grown up in that kinda household so she js makes herself absolutely scarce in fear of one of them snapping at her or smth? sorry if this is very specific or if its not something ur comfortable with lol have a great day :)

Thank you for requesting <3

cw: implied trauma around shouting/aggression

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1.1k words

“You didn’t think to look for a sign?” 

“I didn’t see any sign.” 

“There was a sign less than ten feet away.” 

“Okay, I saw that one.” Sirius reaches up into your cupboard, shuffling things around until he gets to the sleeve of biscuits in the back. His attention is noticeably not on Remus. “I thought it was only for the spot it was posted in front of. They ought to make those things more clear.” 

“The rest of us always manage to interpret them fine.” There’s no bite you can find in Remus’ tone. He’s not standing stiffly, or crossing his arms. But deep in your chest, there’s a small coil of tension brought about by something in your boyfriend’s demeanor you can’t identify. It has you lingering at the edge of the room. You think Remus is more upset than he’s letting on. 

Sirius seems to sense this, too. “Oi, it’s nothing to get your knickers in a twist about. It’s being handled, isn’t it?” 

“It is being handled,” Remus says. He rubs his thumb into his temple. “I’m beginning to wonder how many times it’ll have to be handled before you learn how public parking works.” 

“I did think after three tickets we’d be done with it,” James jokes, oblivious to the rising tension. “Surely at some point the towing company must start giving us a discount.” 

Sirius pops a biscuit in his mouth. He folds his arms, speaking around it. “I’m taking care of it, alright? I’ll pay the ticket. I’ve already paid the towing company and gone to the lot to get the car back—which ate up a good chunk of my day, by the way, so I don’t really fancy coming home to be lectured about it.” 

“Sirius.” Remus sighs harshly, eyes closed as if this is all giving him a headache. “Do you really want me to feel bad for you about a mess you got yourself into?” 

“I just don’t see what’s left for you to be pissy about!” 

“Right, well, you’re not the one who’s going to have to go to court for it, are you? This is our fourth parking violation, and the car’s in my name. I’m going to have to use a sick day for it.” 

“Just let me go instead, then.” 

“That’s not how it works, Sirius.” 

You find yourself retreating from the room on silent feet, disappearing down the hall. 

“Would you stop saying my name like that? I can’t bloody well help what’s already happened. I’ve said I’m sorry, what else do you want me to do?”

“I’m not sure you have said that, actually.” 

“I’ve said I’ll go to court for you!” 

“Hold on,” James cuts in, “let’s just—” 

“Doesn’t sound quite like the same fucking thing, does it?” 

You shut the bedroom door with a soft click. It deadens the voices, though the sharp tones seem to pierce the wood. You push out a breath, forcing it around the tension in your chest. 

Everything is fine. Nothing truly bad is going to happen, not with these boys. You feel caught between pressing your ear to the door to hear every word and putting in your earbuds to drown it all out. 

It doesn’t take terribly long for the tones to soften into something safer. Not kind, exactly, but less jagged. James’ voice chimes in more often. You hear more sighs than scoffs. The feeling in your chest stays, primed. 

When Sirius comes to find you, you’re scrolling aimlessly on your laptop. 

“Hi,” he says, giving you a little smile as he slips in the door. 

You smile back. “Hi.” 

“It’s all clear out there, just so you know.” Sirius sits at the end of the bed, a gentleness in his features that makes you feel sheepish. “Safe to come back out if you want to.” 

“Are you okay?” you ask quietly. 

“We’re okay, baby.” 

“And you and Remus…” 

“He’s still a bit miffed with me,” he admits, “but we’re alright. I’m going to see if they’ll let me go to court for him since I was the one using the car.” 

You nod. The inside of your cheek finds its way between your molars. “I’m sorry you got a ticket,” you say. 

Sirius smiles, gray eyes soft with fondness. “Thanks, sweetness. It’s okay. It happens, you know?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Some could argue it might happen less if I was perhaps a bit more cautious.” 

Your lips quirk. “They could.” 

“But it’s all fine. Everything’s really alright, we’ve made up. Do you want to come have dinner?” 

“Oh.” You get up. “Yeah, sorry.” 

Sirius tsks. “What’re you sorry for?” 

“I didn’t mean to hide.” 

He hums, pulling you close to press his lips to the side of your head. “I don’t blame you,” he murmurs. 

James is stirring a pan of vegetables in the kitchen, his arm wound snug around Remus’ neck. They appear to be speaking quietly between kisses. When Sirius pulls out a chair for you at the table, James turns with a smile. 

“Hey, lovie.” His voice shines with affection. 

It’s not a scene you’ve always been used to after an argument. Smiles and a shared meal, all of you in the same room together without a sharp look exchanged. 

“Hi,” you say back, trying to smile in the same way. Your feet come up onto your seat, legs folding into a pretzel. 

Remus leans around James to see you better. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I didn’t mean to drive you off.” 

“You didn’t drive me off,” you reply. You both know it’s a lie. Remus’ mouth slants sympathetically. 

“Are you alright?” 

“Yeah,” you say, honestly. Sirius rubs your thigh like he’s going to make sure of it. “You?” 

Remus smiles softly. “I’m alright. Thanks, sweetheart.” 

“I think we should institute a new system.” The vegetables hiss as James pushes them around in the pan. “Whenever two of us are having a row, the other two get to vote on who’s right, and that’s the end of it.” 

“But,” you hesitate, “there’s four of us? What if it’s a split vote?” 

“Then that’ll be the least of our problems.” You can practically hear the eye roll Remus is holding back. “Taking sides would never work.” 

“Agreed,” says Sirius. “I vote that James doesn’t get to institute new systems.” 

“What?” James sulks. “You always take Remus’ side.” 

“Clearly not.” 

“Well, you always do when it’s against me!” 

“I’m going to leave again,” you joke, gratified when James instantly apologizes and Sirius puts his hands over your ears. 

“You heard her.” Remus smiles, dropping a light kiss to James’ hair. “No more bickering, you two. Honestly, I’ve no idea what possesses you. Can you believe them, dove?” 

“Nope,” you say, smiling. 

Sirius fixes you with a look. “I’m going to start bickering with you next if you’re not careful.” 

[supernovatx]

Obviously “America is Great Again” is a fantastic critique of capitalism and American propaganda, which would be enough to make it an incredible scene on its own. It’s a great song and a great demonstration of the show’s themes, and it’s really well done.

But there’s a tragic layer to that song that really elevates it for me, and that’s because it’s specifically MacNamara singing it.

MacNamara first is introduced to seem like a stereotypical patriotic army guy in the scene where he knocks Paul out. However, he then subverts that in the next scene where we learn his true morals, namely that he believes in love and humanity as his higher purpose and he will put that above the orders of his country if they conflict. He chooses to let Paul live because of that, and when Paul asks if he can save Emma, MacNamara gives him his gun and tells him to go. We learn, as does Paul, that despite his appearance and general vibes, he is a genuinely good person who wants to help and is willing to put his moral code above his patriotism.

But when he gets apotheosized, he becomes the complete opposite. Suddenly his loyalty is to his country only, and his own moral code is erased in service of that, which causes contradictions between the lyrics of AIGA and his thoughts in the scene with Paul. “You can’t run because our borders are closed” when he was helping Paul escape in a helicopter as a human; “Americans should fit a mold” when he didn’t at all fit the “douchey army patriot” mold he was presented with; “There’s only room for right and wrong” when he clearly is able to choose between his own morality and his orders, indicating a more complex outlook instead of a binary. He becomes the stereotype he was subverting, and in doing so he becomes someone that the real MacNamara would have hated. That’s the tragedy of that song, and of the whole show really, is that the people who become part of the hive mind lose their true selves and are only able to act in their stereotypical roles, even if that’s nothing like how they actually were as humans.

There’s also something to be said here about how the us war machine and capitalism corrupts people and makes them into something they would never have been otherwise through a forced loss of personhood but I can’t figure out how to phrase that so

[alanisstonedd]

an: self indulgent. and imma add onto ts later bcs this rlly got me tf going

cw: MDNI, p in v, pussy eating, toxic behavior

dangerous dick makes for something so toxic. the circles you & ony go in have you dizzy. the fucking, the fighting, the making up... you can't even tell which one comes first at this point. you honestly wish you could let go of the way he stares you down when he needs you, but you don't think its possible.

you could punch him in the fucking face for playing with you like he does. but sadly, even as you lay in your luscious bed, pampered and trying to relax - the thought of him fucking you into the sheets the night before snakes its way into your mind. you'll never be cured. his demon dick must've cursed your ass forever, you think. and the way his tongue moves?? he has to be one.

the heat of that mouth alone sends you into cardiac arrest. he sucks like he means it - with his whole mouth. eyes closed like he knows he sucking your soul clean out. its like hes perfectly fluent in your body, knowing exactly when to lick, versus when to slurp, like the cream dripping out of you is his sustenance. his huge hands forcing you to pay attention to every second of his personal deciphering of your pleasure. that dick reaching a place you honestly thought was a myth, rearranging your marbles girl - you're dumb for it.

which is why its such a shame you've been on "seen" for the past two weeks after cussing AND kicking him out, the green bubble next to his profile pic indicating that hes not ignoring everyone - just you. you called ONE time, ego already too bruised to make yourself look like anymore of a fool for this nigga.

you're notttt really innocent either tho. having cussed him out for his words related to your having your friend "test" him... again. and his words related to the secret "revenge trip" to cabo he learned about via your ig story... and we all know how ony feels about shaking ass on ig. he went ghost just to try and knock you down a few pegs, and to try and get a break from your bullshit.

but even as hes leaving some silly hookup, feeling a pang of regret and mostly exhaustion while driving home in the g-wagon - he can't seem to shake all the late nights ya'll spent in that backseat. the one he can see directly in the mirror. cherry red seats complementing the blackout truck so seductively. just like they compliment your rich brown skin, especially when its glittering in the moonlight with sweat from how hes working you out. the way your cream drips down onto that seat whenever hes deep in you, drilling you with everything he has - because thats what you deserve. the smell of your miss dior making his heart beat out of his chest, sending him into a trance. addicted to the taste of you, the smell of you, the way you drip onto his tongue like your pussy actually knows just how bad he wants it.

the way you gush for him is a sin in itself. the taste of you - something he craves like a drug. the same way he craves rutting into you like an animal, whether it be cramped in the back of his g wagon or spread out over something somewhere. his eyes feasting in the delicious sight of you, the same way his mouth does. not his fault you look edible. completely devour-able. and devour he will.

the way you kiss him, tongue snaking into his mouth, teeth nipping his lips like you know it makes him drill you that much harder. bending you whichever way he pleases because he knows you love when he manhandles you. fucking into you with a certain fervor only reserved for yourself. absolutely entranced by the way your perfect tits bounce directly into his mouth when he’s bucking up into you, arms locked around your waist. his balls emptied into you, and on you by the time yall are done

matter fact, he'll hit you up tomorrow. and you'll answer, just like you always do. the conversation eventually drifting to him coming over, and after only a drink or two, yall gon start alllll over again

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hope y'all liked this! likes, reblogs and all the rest are much appreciated!!!

xoxo, lana 💋💋💋

[foldingfittedsheets]

So I’m a little embarrassed to admit that when I thought my Switch was broken, my issue with force restarting it was that I mistook the home button for the power button. The advice people gave me should have worked.

When I realized today that the core should have its own button I was able to restart it and everything was fine.

To celebrate, please enjoy a non exhaustive list of other silly shit I’ve done:

When I first started driving a manual transmission car I learned how to drive stick from a single wretched session with my dad where he forced me to start on a hill with my emergency break before I had basic shifting down (I ended up starting the car in third gear on an incline which is an achievement that no one should ever do), and one drive in a parking lot with my buddy Dustin.

Consequently I believed that I must always keep my foot on the clutch when the car wasn’t in gear because no one thought to tell me that neutral counted as a gear.

I drove like that for years, clutch pressed in at every red light. The only reason I ever learned better was my clunker needed a jump and after my coworker had his car hooked up to mine he invited me to stand with him while we waited.

I very hesitantly lifted my foot off the clutch and when it didn’t stall I felt so goddamn silly. Years. I hadn't realized for years that I could be in neutral without the clutch down for years.

More recently I’ve been listening to podcasts in my car. I thought that if I hit the next track button it would skip to the whole next episode and dutifully sat through all the ads.

Then one day I was turning and hit the skip ahead button and realized it only did 30 seconds, not a whole episode. I immediately felt so silly and ridiculous for not realizing sooner that I could fast forward the ads without missing the whole episode.

Finally, the silliest way I've ever injured myself was so stupid that everyone immediately assumed I was lying. I was crawling down the bed toward my beloved in a negative sexual way. Cannot stress enough, there was nothing sexy in this scenario. I'm pretty sure I was pretending to be a cat screaming about licking my own anus. I went to plant my hand on the footboard, I overshot and went somersaulting off the bed, landing flat on my back.

The next day I tried to go into work while moving like a possessed puppet, hunkered over and slinking along trying not to move any muscles because everything was a fiery pit of pain. The managers saw this and called me into the office. "What the hell happened to you? Can you actually work today?"

I opened my mouth to answer and my favorite assistant manager instantly interjected, "And don't lie!"

I stopped and realized that saying I could still work was in fact a lie and got sent home to recuperate. My coworkers were all completely convinced when they heard the story that I'd been up to the freakiest sex shit imaginable and not a single one believed I fell off my bed pretending to be a deranged cat.

[sicksorrows]

my nanami hcs (nsfw & sfw)

idk if these are hcs or smth bc he'd look like he'd do most of these but anyway enjoy my rant on my man

sfw

he would allow you to do ANYTHING to him and I mean anything, or vice versa because he'd also do anything for you. if you ask him to do the laundry or dishes, he'd do it without asking any questions.

if you ask him for help on something he'd literally help you without making you feel dumb.

he would give you a good morning kiss every morning.

he would make breakfast for you every morning and if you didn't feel like eating it he'd persuade you anyway (I would still eat it even if I have the urge to throw up)

he would ask you to put his tie on for him before work, just so he could spend a little more time with you before he heads out--he would also give you a peck before leaving.

if he comes home from a mission and got severely injured he would run up to you right away to get his wounds treated.

he's a big spoon.

he is 100 precent devoted to you, he would remember every single thing about you, ranging from your birthday to your favourite food, to your siblings/parents name, anything.

if hes willing to do anything for you, then that means learning stuff you like just so he could connect with you better. for example you really love drawing, he would practice drawing everyday and show you it just to get the smallest reaction from you.

he is SO good at communication. say you both are having a heated argument, he would try to keep you, and himself calm, to help the situation better. and just basically be respectful throughout the way

he would never abuse you for his own entertainment, I just can't see him do that.

he gets jealous but doesn't show it, which leads me to that hes really good at hiding things or keeping things secret.

he is a soft spoken person.

brag about you to anyone he meets, or he would definitely bring you up in most conversations if it reminds him of you.

nsfw

he would so fuck you in his clothes, and it would always be the shirts because he loves the way you wear him.

he is such a switch.

he would enjoy pegging

he whines and begs, he is also a grunter.

praises you during and after sex, telling you how good you were and just basically makes you feel better about yourself.

he is slow and gentle but also pushes your limits the slightest, just to get a reaction out of you.

loves hand jobs ...

if you're sucking his dick he wouldn't make you take his full length unless you're ready for it.

oh my god he always asks for reassurance

angry sex..imagine him coming home angry from work or a mission and he just needs something to calm down, which is you. so he fucks you whilst still being angry, so you're basically his energy recharge

pulls your hair. especially during oral

into slight bdsm, (blindfolds, handcuffs ect.)

knows how to use his hands/fingers.

body worshipper.

teases or edges you.

if you're receiving backshots from him, he would be slow with you and hold onto you carefully.

if were talking about foreplay he is SLOW. he wants to savour his time with you and taste every part of you at his own pace, he isn't one to rush with it.

loves hearing you being loud, if you were quiet he'd force you to become loud somehow

he whimpers.

makes sex tapes on certain occasions..and jerks off to them later

if its a special occasion like your birthday, he would so give you birthday sex.

hes kind of the type to do semi public sex, for example; a changing room, the beach, movies, elevators

roleplays..

lastly, he is the aftercare king. after you guys are done whatever you were doing he would pamper you like a princess with seven servants. he would clean you up before himself, and make sure you feel satisfied when he finishes. when you both are clean he would cuddle you and stroke your hair as you fall asleep in his arms.

ughhh I love this man so much its actually making me go insane every single second of the day, my life is getting so fucked up because of this man. nanami is literally perfect in so many different ways, I literally have so much more scenarios or hcs for this man but I can't say it on here cuz I dont wanna get flamed...I need this man so badly I literally only told two of my friends about nanami because im worried my other friends would judge me for this. but either way i love him so so so so much oh my god the way I wish he was real, because id actually treat him like a king and not like some person who just wants him for sex...anyway...if he was real id actually give him the biggest hug ever and literally ask him out, I would not care if he rejected me, in fact id be happy that he even interacted with me because this man is so hot and beautiful and all of the above I know im out of his league, or not even his type. I need his dick inside me so badly and I know I say that a lot but genuinely I dont think his dick is enough for me, theres something about him that makes me want to have him by my side forever, I wish our souls combined and we are spiritually together. I wish that we could mold into each other and stay like that, forever. my love for this man can not compare to the love I have for anyone else. if I were to choose over nanami and my old hyper fixation from like 5 years ago, id choose nanami. and there may be some days where I just dont fuck with jjk but that may not change my love for him. I have never talked about a character this much esp it being an anime character but that doesn't stop me.

I want to give him the most malevolent, jaw dropping, hip thrusting best fucking head in the whole world. I dont care if it doesn't fit in my mouth id let my jaw lock if it had to be sucking him off. I wish jjk was an underground unknown show so I could just thirst over nanami so no one else could have him, but im glad it got popular because this is literally how I found my man. especially when I was a jjk hater and I never knew about him, but when I gave it a try im SO glad I did. im also SO grateful gege even made nanami a character, just a little ungrateful he killed him off but that okay! at least nanami existed through out two seasons. but if gege went with his other plan which was making nanami into a villain I would still hit cause oh my god the thought turns me on and im going insane about it. I literally wish I could write well, or draw well, so I could complete my desires which is drawing nanami in any way I could, or writing good scenarios with him but god gave me that ability to not draw (or write) because He knew id be unstoppable if I did, anyway, I need backshots from nanami until my voice practically runs out and the last words im left saying is: I love you, nanami.

[qwertysquirti]

Rafayel Boyfriend Headcanons

ଳsynopsis: things rafayel does as your bf

ଳcontent: 1.7k words. mdni. fluff, generally gn!reader but "girlfriend" is used in one of the hcs. not proofread

ଳan: hey (●'◡'●) lmk if y'all want a pt2 i have so many ideas abt my shayla. also, might be ooc cuz i haven't played in a long time.

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Rafayel tends to get on your nerves from the moment you wake up.

Poke…Poke…Poke 

You feel something prodding incessantly at your cheek while you’re trying to get your beauty sleep. You begrudgingly rub your eyes with the back of your palms and open your eyes to see Rafayel smiling at you. 

“Hey, sleeping beauty~. I was just seeing how long it’d take you to wake up.” He grins deviously. You respond by flicking him on his forehead. 

“Owch! Soo mean!” 

If you have a habit, you do unconsciously, Rafayel won’t hesitate on teasing you for it.

You’re baking a loaf of bread in the kitchen, a little random but you had the taste for it. You read the recipe online and you feel like a top chef, making sure the measurements are as precise as they can be. What you don’t realize is… When you’re really focused you begin to stick your tongue out of the side of your mouth. You don’t notice this until Rafayel starts to laugh at you. 

“Haha, do you notice when you do that?” He beams. What’s so funny? You stand there with a blank expression on your face and flour on your hands. 

“Do what?” You deadpan, unamused. 

“Stick your tongue out like this,” he mimics your focused expression. “You look like that one picture of that fat seal sticking its tongue out.” He pulls out his phone to show you the picture. You pout. He notices that too. “I didn’t mean it was bad! I think it’s cute," he says while proceeding to show you the photo. 

“See? Literally you.”

Rafayel will push you out of your comfort zone if you have a fear of swimming/the ocean.

“I’m right here cutie… If you jump you’ll land right into my arms.” He decided to overcome your fear of the ocean, you’ll have to start by learning how to swim in a pool first. He treads in the pool with his arms stretched out towards you.

“I can’t swim! What if you drop me?” You panic. He scoffs at that.

“Drop you? You wound me, cutie. Do you underestimate my strength that much?” He frowns and wipes fake tears from his face. You roll your eyes.

“I’m serious! Also, I don’t force you into going up to crazy heights!” You are trying everything in your power not to get in that pool and he is having none of it. 

“I’m serious too! Also, my fears are totally unrelated!” He’s not budging on this. Finally, you hold your nose and jump into Rafayel’s arms. You start flailing around frantically only to find out you’re barely even in the water. You’re in Rafayel’s steady hold. 

“What a drama queen! The water is my domain. I can do anything I want here, including carrying my stubborn girlfriend.” He pinches your nose. “You should have more trust in me! Next time, we’ll try the actual ocean.” He smirks while you fold your arms in disapproval. 

Swears he’s a master at the claw machine

“Let me go first and show you how it’s done. Which one do you want?” He dawns a confident simper. You point at a plushie of a bird with an easel. 

“The artsy bird.” You smile, already knowing he’s going to use up all of his turns. 

“Easy. We’ll go home with way more than that bird today.” He winks. First try… Nope. Didn’t get it; he almost had it but it slipped out of the claw’s grasp.

“Maybe I should have a go?” You suggest, tugging on his shirt sleeve.

“No. The plushie is mocking me. I need revenge now.” He has a new fire in his eyes now, hopefully it means something. Second try… The claw barely even wrapped around it. 

“No way. It’s playing a prank on me. Do you see how close that was?” He’s in utter disbelief, mouth agape pointing at the claw machine. 

“Yup. I saw it alright. It’s totally teasing you right now.” You rile him up. 

“I KNOW! Not for long, little bird.” He puts his hand on the glass like he’s in a movie. Always with the theatrics…

Three turns later… 

“Rigged. Completely rigged. What’s the point of this thing if it’s just going to edge me the whole time?” He crosses his arms in mock anger. 

“Well, even though we didn’t catch anything… I still had fun. The reactions on your face were priceless.” You giggle. 

“I never took you for a sadist.” He squints his eyes at you. You shrug. He sighs. 

“At least it wasn’t all a waste, I still got to spend this time with you.” 

Rafayel loves walks on the beach, to no one's surprise.

You’re walking on the beach with Rafayel, basking in the moonlight with nobody there but the two of you.

“Do you think the moon is friends with the stars?” You wonder out loud. He thinks for a second. 

“Ya. I think they’re all friends with each other. The moon is friends with the ocean too, I know this from personal experience.” He entwines your fingers with his and continues walking. 

“Personal experience? Are you also friends with the moon?” You chuckle at the thought. 

“Of course! I talk about you to her every night. Why do you think I’m out here at night instead of painting or something?” He holds your hand close to his chest.

“Because you tend to procrastinate?” You free your hands and cup his cheeks. He glowers at you.

“Uh? No? Cause I’m out here talking to the moon. In exchange for my information about you, she tells me about the sun.” He pouts.

“You’re so corny. You’re making it sound like you’re a secret informant for the moon rather than a friend you talk about love with.” You give him a peck on the lips.

“I am, sort of! I know all of the information about you, isn’t that impressive?” He cusps your face, obviously fishing for praise.

“No.” You lie. You thought it was sweet, actually. He sulks for the rest of the walk.

He has a sketchbook dedicated to you

You’re rummaging around Rafayel’s studio, looking for a paintbrush Rafayel asked you to bring him. Instead, you stumble upon something much more enticing. A sketchbook full of drawings of you! Dating all the way back to a few days after you and Rafayel met. The first page is titled, “My muse.” There are drawings of you sleeping, eating, smiling, all kinds of emotions and outfits. 

“Jeez, what’s taking so long? All of the oceans are going to be dried up by the time you get back!” He jokingly rushes. 

“Oh uh- sorry!” You quickly spot the paintbrush you were looking for and put the sketchbook back in its spot. You can’t stop blushing as you jog back to Rafayel. 

“Was there left-over red paint on the brush? Why are you so pink?” He snickers at your flushed face as he takes the paintbrush from you. 

He’s very touchy

He enjoys physical touches like: squishing and pinching your cheeks, patting your head, and kissing your neck. He’s not adverse to hugs but depending on his mood they’ll either be brief or he’ll never let you go. If he’s feeling mischievous he’ll squeeze your tits or ass and look the other way as if it wasn’t him. If you’re feeling sad or anxious he’ll hold you and run his fingers through your hair until you calm down. 

He despises horror movies, but if you like them, he’ll watch them with you.

“Hey Rafayel! Are you ready to watch ‘My Crazy Ex-Boyfriend is a Werewolf and He Wants to Eat my Brain’?” You smile like a geek, holding up the remote to the television. 

“What the hell? What kind of name is that? Is this another horror film?” He frowns deeply and scoots over on your bed. 

“Yeah. It’s a new indie release!” You move into your spot and begin to press play on the movie, grabbing a bowl of popcorn from your nightstand.

“Ok… With a weird name like that, I doubt it’ll be scary at all.” He smirks, imagining you getting all scared and cuddling up closer to him. He was wrong. So wrong. Turns out ‘My Crazy Ex-Boyfriend is a Werewolf and He Wants to Eat my Brain’ is one of the scariest movies ever made! It’s a total gore fest and you’re enjoying every second of it while Rafayel is cowering into your shoulder. 

“I thought you said it wouldn’t be scary babe?” You nudge him off your shoulder. He looks completely petrified. “Haha…Only fifteen minutes left! You got this!” You place your arm around him. 

“I was wrong. So wrong.” He’s holding onto one of your plushies for dear life, he looks as dead as a washed-up jellyfish on the beach. “I don’t know why I let you pick the movies.” He shudders.

“Because I have good taste. Also, it’s my house, my rules.” You chortle at his fear. 

If you wear glasses or have bad eyesight, he will bully you for it (with love)

You cannot escape the glasses-related nicknames. He’ll constantly be like, “wait can you see this? Do I have to bring it closer?” With an evil smile on his face. Then, when you scold him for it, he’ll say, “I’m just looking out for you, baby! You’re as blind as an angler fish!” Or something stupid. He’ll try your glasses on and pretend to be you sometimes. It’s all in good faith though, he loves his blind cutie. 

Will lean over your shoulder to watch whatever you're watching on your phone when you’re lying in bed together.

You’re having your tik tok/reels time before bed and you stumble across a really funny one and let out a chuckle. Rafayel does the same. You ignore him and continue scrolling. 

“Wait, go back I want to read that one.” He puts his arm over your shoulder and scrolls back up for you.  You grumble. After he reads it, he goes, “okay you can scroll now. Give that one a like, though.” He just likes it for you. 

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[cy-cyborg]

Tips for wring amputees: its ok if your amputee can't repair their own prosthetics

There's a trope in fiction for amputees to always be these mechanical geniuses who can make and repair their own prosthetics, endlessly tinkering away and improving them. This isn't a particularly trope, and i dont think its harmful or anything, but in reality, prosthetics are REALLY, REALLY complicated, and a lot of amputees cant do their own repairs. And thats ok. Like, prosthetic creation and repair is way, way harder than I think people expect. Well outside the skillset of your standard mechanic, handy man or craftsperson.

People who make and repair prosthetics are called prosthetists. To become a prosthetist, most countries around the world today require you to have completed a bachelor's degree in specifically in prosthetics and orthotics, which covers not only how to make a prosthetics (and orthodics) but a great deal of medical knowledge, physics, how different forces impact "non-standard" bodies, the additional biological wear-and-tear that comes with being an amputee and so much more. This will qualify you to do the job of fitting/making the prosthetic socket (the part that attaches to your body) and putting premade components together to make a functioning device. On top of this, many prosthetists are also expected to have artistic skills, sewing skills, good physical strength and dexterity, IT skills, and more recently, knowledge of 3D modelling and printing.

You want to make all the high-tech components the prosthetists put together to make the full prosthetic? The requirements for that vary country to country, but most will require at least some level study in the field of engineering and/or medicine, on top of what was already required for the prosthetics course.

The reason for all this is because even "basic" prosthetics are extremely finicky, and messing up one thing will have a domino effect on the rest of the body, especially in more complicated prosthetics. It can also result in people getting severally injured if anything is even slightly off. many leg amputees for example end up with spinal issues due to extremely minor issues with their prosthetic that weren't caught until years later, and by then the damage had been done.

Some amputees do learn to do basic repairs. This is most common in places like the US, where a visit to the prosthetist can cost hundred to thousands of dollars (depending on your insurance), but it's also quite common in rural parts of countries like Australia, where cost isn't an issue but access is due to vast distances between major cities. I was personally in this category; as a kid, my nearest prosthetist was 6 hours away. My prosthetist was able to teach my dad, who later taught me, how to do some of the simple repairs, but we still needed to go in every few weeks for the more complex stuff (Kids prosthetic need more adjusting than adults because they're still growing. Also I was rough on my prosthetics and broke them a lot lol).

But even after being taught how to do repairs and having my prosthetics for 20+ years, I only ever did these sorts of repairs to my below-knee prosthetic. I will not do any repairs of any kind to my above knee leg, which is much more technologically complex. Every time I tried, I made it worse to the point where the leg was unusable. I just leave those repairs to the guy who went to university to learn how to do it, and sometimes even he needs to send it off to someone with even more specialist knowledge when it's really badly messed up lol. Last time that happened Australia post lost the package. Not really relevant to this post, I just find the idea of it being sent to the wrong place by accident hilarious, it was one of my more realistic legs too so someone probably had a heart attack when they opened that package lmao.

Anyway, back on track lol.

This isn't even touching on the fact that on some more advanced prosthetics, many features are actually locked behind a security barrier only prosthetists can access. My prosthetic knee has an app on my phone I can pair it to, that allows me to change certain settings and swap between certain modes for different activities that tell the leg to change its behaviour depending on what I'm doing (e.g. a mode for running, a mode for cycling etc). but most of the more in-depth settings I can't access, only my prosthetist can, and he can only gain access to those settings with a security key given to him by the manufacturing company that requires him to provide proof of his credentials to receive it. I don't really agree with this btw, something about being locked out of my own leg's settings makes me feel a bit of an ick, but it's set up like this because people used to be able to access these settings and they would mess with things to the point their leg was virtually unusable. Because altering one setting had a domino effect on all the others, and a lot of folks weren't really paying attention to what they were messing with, all their prosthetists could do was factory reset the whole leg, which causes some issues too. Prosthetic arms are often similarly complex, as I understand it and have similar security barriers in place for more advanced arms. I don't know for sure though, so take that with a grain of salt.

All this to say these are incredibly delicate, finicky and complex pieces of equipment. There's nothing wrong with having a techy amputee character who can do their own repairs, but in reality, that is pretty rare, and its ok to have your character need to see a prosthetist or someone more knowledgeable than them. It's a part of the amputee experience I don't see reflected very often in media. In fact, the only examples I can think of in fiction (meaning not stories based on real people) where this is reflected are Full metal alchemist.

technically I think Subnautica Below Zero also mentions prosthetists are a thing in that world, but its a very "blink and you'll miss it" kind of thing...in fact I did miss it until my last playthrough lol.

[little-miss-fandom-freak]

Honestly, could i have the reader talking with Eric (Creature Commandos) and like, basically telling him that maybe the reason why he's been chasing after bride for 200 years is because she was 'made' for him and he's too scared that if he let's her go he won't find love anywhere else and that he needs to apply himself elsewhere?

sorry if it would be OOC, but I have had this thought in my head for days now and I need to do something about it

also, thank you for all your content, I really appreciate it

I actually LOVE this idea. Look I am a certified Eric hater but I'm a suckered for a good redemption arc. Little note; for the sake of the plot, the reader has the ability to teleport themself and others.

Also that last little bit really tugged at my heart strings a little bit, I'm so glad you like them 🥹

It happened again.

Eric found Bride and is trying to "rekindle their love"; which for some reason, meant extreme violence and brute force. Luckily, you were there to help Bride in her battle against him.

"Why must you fight this, my bride?!" He yelled with anguish as the two if you tried to make a quick escape. Eric had launched himself twords Bride, and he would've gotten a hold of her if it weren't for you quick movements. Eric had grabbed you instead, and in a split second the two of you were gone.

When the two of you arrived at wherever ir was you sent yourself to, Eric threw you off of him.

"What? Where am I? Where is my-"

"ERIC!" You yelled. The silence afterward was deafening. You sighed as you back hit the wall. Sliding down and holding your head in your hands, you looked up at the man. "Do you ever get tired of all this?"

"Tried of what?!" He stopped his foot. 'He's no better than a toddler.' You thought.

"Of chasing after a woman who clearly has no intrest in you!" You snapped.

He scoffed and crossed his arms. "She is very much interested in me! This little game of cat and mouse is all just foreplay for her."

You cringed at his words. "I feel like if she's done nothing but run from you since the day she was created, maybe its a sign thar she doesn't like you."

"But-but she was made for me!" He groaned. "She made to be my bride!"

"Do you not see how terrible that sounds?!" You asked, raising your voice. "Her entire identity is tied to you. She hasn't had a moment of peace, because of you! You have to see how insane you look; chasing after a woman who - despite being made to be with you - DOESNT WANT TO BE WITH YOU!" You sighed. "Why do you keep chasing her?"

Eric just stared at you in disbelief. "Be-Because.... I...." He didn't really know. He slowly made his way twords you, sliding down to the spot next to you. "If the woman who was made to love me, doesn't even love me... then... then will anyone ever will? Am I that unloveable?"

You felt bad now. You couldn't image how he felt; chasing after the same woman for 200 years, one that he was promised would love him, just for her to hate his guts and fight him on sight. What he's been doing still isn't right, but he wasn't given a chance to grow.

Sighing, you placed your hand on his knee. "There's a common phrase for times like this. 'How can you learn to love another, if you can't love yourself'. Maybe that's what you need, a chance to focus on yourself before you find a partner."

"But I've dedicated my entire life to being with her... how am I supposed to just forget about her?"

"You don't have to forget about her, maybe just try redirecting your attention." You thought for a moment. "First, I think you need a friend."

"Ah yes, like Richard Flag!" He said cheerfully.

"Um, maybe not him." You said carefully.

Eric frowned, looking back at his boots in thought. "What about you?"

"Me?" You were taken back by his statement. "Why me?"

"Well, based on the movies and television shows I have seen over the years; a friend is someone who helps you with your woman troubles, and makes you feel better about yourself after a breakup. I have technically broken up with my Bride, and you were here helping me. Is that not what a friends is?"

You weren't quiet sure, in all honesty you only broight him here to give Brude a chancr to get away. But the more you thought about it, the less it seemed like a bad idea. "Okay, sure. I'll be your friend."

A wide smile grew on his face. "Oh how wonderful! We will be like Joey and Pheobe from the television show Friends! Have you see it?"

"I have." You said with a little chuckle. You watched as Eric began to describe his favorite moment between the two characters, but you couldn't help but internally hope that your words actually stuck with him. To you, Eric wasn't a horrible man. He was simply a child trapped in a man's body, a child who wasn't given a chance to learn or grow.

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I hope you enjoyed this and if you have anything you would like me to personally respond to, message me or put it in my ask box because as of right now, Tumblr won't let me respond to comments :)

[sleepypanda01]

CB theories/thoughts (part 1)

One of the things I love about CB is how the story immerses its reader into the story and makes them discover for themselves what is happening, watching it unfold and learning things along with Chase. The story is done in a way that it doesn't spoon feed you the information. It gives you the pieces and you have to put them together. There are so many details that can go unnoticed,but they can be crucial to the plot.

I am really interested in Nox cause he is the biggest mystery to me so far in the series. The guy is such an enigma,we know him but we don't know ABOUT HIM. Much like Chase.

I would like to point out that this is the first time that Nox saw Chase,he didn't look as aggressive as the first time he interacted with Chase,but he does seem to be under pressure.

Nox said that he has to get back THAT KEY, talking about Silver as she is an item? Why would he do that when he is a key himself? I did think of the possibility that he was human at first and became a key at some point later in the story,but I now doubt it. Mainly because he has known since the start how every story goes by the time he enters it and that's a trait the keys have. Plus, if he has been a key this whole time, the whole narrative makes more sense. It is interesting how Nox said "something is missing" and not "the key is missing" maybe because Silver is not what was missing or she is not the only thing missing. She did come with a torn paper that has instructions and we do see a book with a missing page. The page Chase found seems to fit,it is just that Chase is reading the other side of it,but the torn pieces seem to fit.

The questions that are arise are the following.

Was it Nox that torn the page? 

Who put Silver and the page in the library?

Why was silver cracked? 

Was silver intended to be found by someone specific?

 Was it Nox that torn the page?/ Who put Silver and the page in the library? If we look at the handwriting in the "read me" book it seems a bit sloppy. I think this is the kind of letters someone would have while trying to write in a hurry or fit a sentence in a small space. Or maybe these are the kind of letters of someone using a bigger pen than their size to write. I am giggling so much at the thought that Nox is actually living in some secret room under the library, and under some toy story-like operation, he managed to put the book in the library. The book was found after all on the lowest bookshelf and the only reason Chase noticed it was because he was lying on the floor. It is safe to assume that whoever has Nox and the keys are close to Sugar springs since two other keys were found there.

Why was Silver cracked? I honestly have no idea,I am not creative enough for that. All I can think of right now is that the last time she was in a book something went wrong. As I have said in another post, I don't think ex libris is active anymore cause whoever is that old man,he doesn't seem to fit the profile of Ex libris. In a previous post, I said that Nox and Violet do not seem strictly supervised and Nox is not forced to retrieve the keys as the old man doesn't seem to know of Silver's absence or even care. It is possible that he didn't know that her crack could be fixed so Nox saw it as an opportunity to sneak her out.

Was silver intended to be found by someone specific? Maybe, maybe not. Nox does say ‘’after all that and it is just a small weak little thing like you’’ which could mean that he did not know who was supposed to find Silver, or maybe he was looking for a candidate that he deemed worthy of including in his plans. I don’t think there is enough information to draw a clear conclusion for that question to be answered.

Bonus detail: Nox likes to hide between trees and leaves and that's where he was hiding the first time he saw Chase. When Bronze entered we see a rustle of leaves, implying that Nox did enter the book for a moment. 

I am thinking of making this a series of posts where I just overthink everything and I make silly theories cause I need season 2 asap and I feel a great urge to yap.

[lets-try-some-writing]

A Brother In Need

A gift for @nova--spark and a partial continuation of this post by her (ft. my fic blurb for it).

Sometimes, when things are dire, the Matrix can tear through the very walls between worlds. It can call out to others, summoning Primes to aid a brother in need.

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Optimus grunted as another shot scorched his armor. The upgrades he’d received were doing nothing against the raging force of nature that was Megatron. A jetpack was useless against a forged flyer. The Magnus hammer, which he’d not so quietly borrowed, was doing slag all do deter his foe.

Being taken prisoner had done nothing to calm Megatron or make him less of a deadly opponent. With Ultra Magnus out of commission, all Optimus could do was try to buy time while the Autobots got themselves organized. The battle had already raged for almost five minutes, a near eternity for Optimus, who, as much as he hated to admit it, was certainly not built for war. He could only hold off for so long, and with no allies en route, he was essentially a sitting duck.

Every dodged attack slowed him down. Each hit he managed to land seemed to bounce right off of the warlord. Even with the Allspark resting within its casing around his neck, providing him with energy he sorely needed, he was still losing. Bit by bit, he was pushed back closer toward civilian regions. It had never gotten this bad, not even on Earth.

“Foolish Prime. You will learn the meaning of suffering for daring to put me in chains.” Megatron flew at him yet again, and all Optimus could do was struggle to keep his frame from overheating as he forced himself to dodge. Unfortunately, Megatron was faster, hitting his jetpack with a well timed strike and finally sending him careening toward the ground. Optimus adjusted mid-fall, slowing his descent and landing on his pedes. However, as he attempted to get back into the skies in the hopes that it would limit civilian casualties, his jetpack failed to function. It puttered uselessly against his back, reminding Optimus again of just how dire things really were.

“I’m not going down without taking you with me!” He taunted his foe, running as far away from housing districts as possible. The Allspark weighed heavily around his neck, thrumming with strange energy he did not understand. It did little to aid him, but its glow reminded Optimus of what he was fighting for. 

Megatron could not win. Not while Optimus still functioned.

“I will strip you of your armor, one plate at a time!” Megatron roared in outrage, landing with a thunderous crash that left Optimus reeling. He clutched the Magnus hammer, not letting himself focus on the faint tremor of his digits as he raised the weapon high. He checked his comms, frantically letting his optics flicker around the area in hopes that someone, anyone, would come to his aid.

He saw and heard nothing. No one was coming. He was alone.

“I’d like to see you try.” He could sense the stress warnings for his servos running across his vision, but Optimus dismissed them. He needed to keep fighting, to buy more time for Sentinel to get things in order as acting Magnus. He doubted his former friend would actually aid him, but if Optimus could do something to give the Autobots a chance, then he would gladly put his life on the line yet again.

He took a deep vent, the world slowing around him as Megatron unsheathed his blade and leapt forward. Optimus distinctly recalled wondering if there would be anything left of his frame once the battle was done as the warlord’s blade met his hammer. 

The shock rattled his entire frame, knocking his shoulder from its socket. He didn’t have time to cry out in pain before he was forced to try and block another hit, then another, and another. He tried to fight back, but every time he tried to land an attack, Megatron’s blade cut through his armor like it was made of tinfoil. He was covered in gashes, each burning as they bled. He stumbled, trying to keep his balance as Megatron smiled, stalking forward and pushing Optimus up against a wall. 

“This is what happens when you play soldier, Optimus Prime. Now, you will die like the disposable pawn you are.” Optimus spit up energon, coughing as he clutched a particularly deep wound with one servo. The Magnus hammer was held weakly up in front of him, his entire arm shaking from the effort as he prepared to block. Part of him hoped that his team would arrive and save his sorry aft. The rest of him was praying for a decently quick and honorable end, perhaps a blaster shot to the spark.

Unfortunately for him, Megatron had other plans.

The warlord swung his blade, sending the Magnus hammer flying away from Optimus’s grasp. He cursed, getting into a combat position despite how battered and tired he was. His vents were flared wide, his fans running on their highest setting as he panted and tried to play hero. Everything ached and burned, his vision flickering from energon loss. But he was not given a chance to even try to preserve his honor as the hilt of Megatron’s blade collided with his helm, knocking him to the ground.

He cried out in pain, no longer able to stifle the agony of his failing frame. He heard Megatron laugh as a kick landed on his abdomen, sending Optimus flying against the wall behind him and leaving him to purge what little he had in his tanks before coughing up energon that had to have come from something internal being ruptured. 

He shook in terror that he could no longer mask as the warlord loomed above him, his towering frame now no longer anything close to the storybook villain Optimus had come to know. He prayed for salvation as Megatron took his time, hitting him again and again and kicking him around like some sort of training dummy. Every hit broke something else, shattering plating or snapping components that were likely vital. 

Optimus tried to be brave. He tried to keep being snarky, if only to buy time. But as he lay utterly beaten amidst the rubble of their battleground, he could only cry while pulling himself into a sitting position. There was nothing he could do now except try to die with a small iota of dignity. 

“Ratchet, Bulkhead, Bumblebee, Sari… I’m sorry I won’t be coming back to all of you.” A choked sob broke through his tortured venting. As Megatron cackled, Optimus touched the container the Allspark still sat within. He prayed in silence, hoping that the phenomenon that gave him life would heed his quiet plea. 

He wasn’t religious. He had no god to worship as the humans did. But he still hoped… that maybe, somehow, the thing that made him would have mercy on his spark.

“Goodbye, Prime.” Megatron’s blaster powered on, sickening purple and flooding Optimus’s vision as he raised his helm in one final act of defiance. If he were to fall, he was going to do so, looking death in the optic. He would not cower, not even in his final moments.

He stared down the blaster barrel, uncaring of how it made his optics flicker due to the brightness. But as he watched his death come closer, he felt warmth emanate from the container around his neck. He dared not look away from Megatron, but as blue light began to drown out the purple, Optimus could only gasp in awe at what occurred mere nano-kliks later.

A shot fired, but it was not Megatron’s blaster putting Optimus six feet under. Instead, bright blue energy impacted Megatron’s armor, scorching his seemingly untouchable plating and earning a cry from the warlord. Optimus gawked, his agony momentarily forgotten as he followed the source of the shot, his optics setting on a figure that towered over even Megatron.

A faint blue figure flickered in and out of existence, becoming more solid with every passing moment. Optimus’s optics widened as the mech stepped forward, his frame setting into reality as he held his arm up, the limb having transformed into a blaster without so much as a klik of hesitation. He stood proudly, his armor battered and scarred but still strong. His shoulders were sharp, and an autobot badge stood out clearly amidst the scratches and dents. His legs were long and built for combat; his waist was thin but his torso was heavily armored. A crack ran along his windshields, but it seemed to mean nothing for the mech who stood so powerfully on the battlefield.

Optimus watched in complete awe as the mech stalked forward, a battlemask firmly in place on his face as he fired shot after shot at Megatron. With grace that Optimus had never seen in anyone before, the mech strode forward, breaking into a steady run as his arms turned from guns to blades. In an instant, the mech, who looked so much like Optimus in color and overall design, met Megatron in combat. Their blades sparked, their grunts of exertion echoed across the battlefield.

Megatron tried to push back, but the mech was swift with his blades, cutting through Megatron’s defenses and slashing his armor clean open with rapid movements. Megatron stumbled back, screaming a curse in a language Optimus did not know. The mech, his counterpart, responded in kind with a quick kick to the chassis, sending the warlord sprawling after a pitifully short fight. It seemed that despite his failure to bring down his foe, Optimus had indeed tired him enough so that his counterpart had little issue bringing him to his knees.

A smug part of his spark flared in glee at the revelation.

“Serves you right, you glitch.” He raised a middle finger in Megatron’s direction as Autobots finally appeared in the distance. His counterpart knocked Megatron upside the helm, forcing the Decepticon leader into temporary recharge. Then, without a second thought, he came to kneel before Optimus, his battlemask slipping away.

“I apologize for failing to assist you sooner, little brother. The call of the Matrix can be slow at times.” Optimus carefully reset his optics, but the scene did not change as his counterpart tenderly picked him up as if he were but a newbuild. The Allspark pulsed against his chassis in response.

“It seems your reality has different rules than mine, but you need not fear. We are one and the same, merely separated by time and a barrier between worlds.” The other mech, the other Optimus, smiled in a soft manner before holding Optimus close. He coughed weakly, the pain slowly overwhelming his senses as his counterpart held him close. He wanted to speak, to ask who this mech really was.

But he found his questions answered as the other Optimus carried him to his team, passing him off to a very worried Ratchet. He stared, still in shock, as the other Prime began to flicker and fade, his existence starting to vanish like smoke.

“Rest well, young Prime. May Primus light your path.” With those final words, the other Prime disappeared as if he’d never been there in the first place. Megatron was bound and carted off, Ratchet strapped him to a gurney and rushed to get him hooked up to an IV. All the while, Optimus stared up at the sky uselessly.

He didn’t know how or why, but through the thing that hung around his neck, Optimus had been saved by another version of himself. A mech who carried his name, his burden, and his rank.

He’d had his life preserved by a brother.

[ane33mone]

In defense of Bix:

While I’m not one to normally actively join fandom discussion regarding characters, Andor has taken over my whole life, so I wanted to add my thoughts on Bix and the direction that her character was taken in in S2Ep9. (obvious spoilers ahead for Andor S2)

I have seen some opinions floating around that Bix’s entire character was ruined by S2, that she should have done more for the rebellion (or didn’t do anything at all), and that her final decision to leave Cassian fell into the standard cliche of ‘woman deciding to leave a man so he can save the world’ type of trope. I personally see Bix’s final decision as her ultimate contribution to the rebellion. Leaving the rebellion is for her as much a sacrifice as “officially” joining the rebellion is for Mon.

At the start of S1 Bix is already actively helping the rebels. It’s one of the first things we learn about her. It is actually through Bix (albeit indirectly) that Cassian first comes into contact with the rebels, with the end result of him fleeing Ferrix along with Luthen. As we all know, in the wake of this, Bix ultimately gets arrested by the ISB and tortured for any and all information she might have on the rebels. This experience will leave Bix scarred, broken, deeply traumatized. This is something that is established and explored in the first half of S2. We see her experiencing nightmares and other trauma-related symptoms. In eps 4-6 it is mentioned that Bix and Cassian actually go on missions together for Luthen (which means that Bix is very much contributing actively to the rebellion), but due to Bix’s worsening mental state, she’s had to sit out a few missions. It is also made very obvious in these episodes that Cassian does not want to be separated from Bix. This gets to the point where he breaks all rules to confront Luthen in the shop about the latter visiting Bix without mentioning it to Cassian. Now, Luthen’s dubious actions left aside, this is already a very clear sign that to Cassian, Bix and her wellbeing stand above everything. Even the rebellion.

Back to Bix, at the end of ep6 she gets her revenge and kills her tormentor. It is not only a way for her to deal with her trauma, it is also something that ensures that no one will have to suffer as she did at the hands of this man. To me it seemed that while in the episodes 4-6 we most obviously see Bix’s struggle with her trauma, there is also a real anger underneath it all. This anger became more obvious in the episodes 7-9. Bix wants to beat the empire, or at least die trying. To Cassian she comes before everything, before the rebellion. But to Bix nothing comes before the rebellion. She’s experienced first hand how cruel the empire is to everyday people, and she knows that nothing will stop the Empire from doing this again and again unless they are stopped. 

Then, Cassian tells her he wants to leave. He’s done. He wants to run away with her to a place in the galaxy where the empire hasn’t sunken its claws in too deeply yet. Now, at this point Bix might already know she is pregnant, she might not. Either way, it's a tempting offer: to start a family and live with the man she loves in peace. Only, she knows that there will be no peace. No place is safe from the empire as long as it stands. They might live in peace for a while, but inevitably the empire will extend its influence and it will be the everyday people that will suffer the most. 

Bix knows and believes that Cassian’s role in the rebellion is not done yet. He is a messenger, as the force healer said, and he has yet to complete this task. Yet Cassian is unable to accept this, because he sees this possibility of a future with Bix. Bix, who, to him, comes before everything. So, Bix makes a decision. She might want this future with Cassian, but she knows that this is not possible as long as he has not completed his role, as long as the empire is still standing. Bix might want to stay and fight against the empire, because to her that is the most important thing right now, but she realizes that her ultimate contribution to the rebellion lies elsewhere: if she stays, she will not be able to resist Cassian’s offer to leave, and she knows that he has to stay. So, she will leave the rebellion on her own.

Bix is the one who first delivers Cassian to the rebels, just as she is the one who will get him to stay with the rebels when it matters most. She sacrifices her desire to fight against the empire for the rebellion. She chooses to leave, and live somewhere as far away from the conflict as possible, all with the hope that with Cassian staying, the rebellion will have a bigger chance at succeeding. As much as she might wish that she could fight for the rebellion, her leaving is, perhaps, her greatest contribution to it.

Now, this is how I personally interpreted Bix’s character arc. Are there things that could have been handled a bit better? Probably. It is okay to disagree with me. The beauty of a well written show like Andor is that it can be interpreted in various ways. There are also more dimensions to Bix’s arc (especially regarding her trauma, and her journey with that), but if I added that, this post would have gotten even longer. It is already ridiculously, embarrassingly, long. 

Anyway, if you’ve read this far: thank you! I hope this made some sense lol.

[featherspiral]

DO YOU HAVE MORE ASRIEL/FLOWEY INFODUMPS TO SHARE... i had a blast reading the prev one and would love to hear more thoughts/talk w you abt them... (also I love the way you draw everyone, the colors and shapes you use are MESMERIZING !!!)

AHH DO I EVER!! so thrilled there are actually people out there who willingly want to hear this lawl errm okay let me pick something brief

I think that a lot of his character can be gathered from just the sheer amount of projection in his dialouge + how some of it gets rectontextualized after you know who he is. aaand I wanna talk about my favorite instance of this

he says this when he's surrounded you with the ring of bullets at the end of the photoshop flowey fight and I reaaally like this particular line because on a blind playthrough, this reads entirely normally as flowey mocking YOU. like.. you wouldnt raise an eyebrow at this or assume it has some deeper meaning initially, but it entirely changes in subsequent runs after reading his new home monologue ->

and ofc this is what he quotes himself as saying after he first woke up as a flower. with this in mind its apparent he's more so mocking himself, reiterating what he once said but with more childish diction, changing "mom" and "dad" to "mommy" and "daddy", to kind of amplify how he views his own past fearful and childish dependency as "pathetic", and projecting that onto YOU as he forces you to experience that helplessness he felt - hes creating a rectontextualized projection of his own trauma, and placing himself as the epicenter of control as a sort of fucked up coping mechanism

not to mention the face sprite used is his disfigured toriel face which, again, would be read as a blow to YOU at first but obviously changes when you learn that she's. yk. literally his mom

anyways I really like how the game is written in such a way that the different runs add context and meaning to each other in this sort of web and how well it's done because it's like. designed to be replayed and explored as part of the larger narrative. I think that's pretty cool

also tysm!!

[autball]

Part 4 of a 5 part series about the ways harmful practices can be made to sound appealing and how to spot the differences between helpful and harmful approaches.

Sensory sensitivities are a huge part of being autistic (and sometimes ADHD, too). They can range from kind of annoying but manageable to debilitating and meltdown-inducing. They can fluctuate from day to day and situation to situation. They can seem to pop up one day out of nowhere and disappear just as quickly.

Sensory differences are dynamic, which can make them unpredictable and disruptive. Not many people want to live that way, so working on sensory desensitization with someone who has a lot of sensitivities sounds like a thing that could help. Fewer meltdowns and able to do more things? Yes please!

But as you might have guessed, there’s a giant problem with that: reducing sensitivity isn’t really a thing you can do TO someone. At least, not without inducing a trauma response or two. You can certainly get someone to learn to ignore their own body signals or pretend to be fine when they’re not, but that’s not a sensory thing. That’s a dissociation thing.

“Sensory desensitization” is usually code for exposure therapy. Exposure therapy has its uses, but addressing legitimate sensory issues isn’t one of them. And it should only be done WITH someone who can fully consent and actively participate. Coercing and/or forcing someone to interact with distressing sensory input until they stop reacting is not that.

“Sensory desensitization” also operates under the assumption that people just get used to, or habituate to, the noises and sensations around them, even ones that bother them. But studies have shown that autistic people actually don’t habituate to sensory stimuli the way non-autistic people do. It may take way longer to happen, or it may never happen at all.

You know what can and does happen? Sensory sensitivities can just kinda…change. All on their own. We grow up, our hormones change, our stress levels change, our environments change, and our sensory profiles are affected by all of those things (and more!). Sensitivities can just disappear, naturally, without any intervention. And that’s about the only thing I’d ever refer to as real sensory desensitization.

But sensory sensitivities can go any which way. Maybe new ones rear their ugly heads. Or maybe something bothers us at a level 7 one day and 2 the next, then goes all the way up to 11 next week. And then there are the ones that just stay pretty much the same, all the time, forever.

I could not handle pants for a long time as a kid, but then somewhere along the way, I could. I really couldn’t tell you when it happened. There are some foods that used to make me gag that no longer do, and there are some that I still just cannot handle. I have never been okay with things that stick to my hands, and that really hasn't changed since as far back as I can remember. 

You know what all these sensory sensitivities have in common? Someone made me “tolerate” them at some point, often repeatedly. And none of them changed (or didn’t) because of repeated exposure, but because of my natural development. All I got from forced exposure was this lousy tendency to disconnect from myself.

Sensory desensitization is just not a thing we should be trying to do to people. Sensory *integration* is a real thing that can help people, but that is a whole different animal that requires more than just exposing people to stuff that bothers them. You’ll need an OT (Occupational Therapist) with the specialized training for that. Just make sure they’re not sneaking behaviorism tactics or exposure therapy in there either (yep, the words “sensory integration” can be used to misrepresent what they’re doing, too).

It is a far better thing to help someone learn about their own sensory profile and how to manage their sensory needs than to make them ignore their own body signals. Alexithymia is not #goals.

[clownery-and-fuckery]

The fact that Harry is canonically FEARED by people in Jamrock really surprises me. Like, I know he's the "human can-opener" and that has boosted his reputation and name among the people, but learning what he was like pre-amnesia is a whirlwind of an experience. Why don't more people talk about it?

This is coming from the wiki page so some things might be a lil inaccurate (I honestly don't know how well I can trust that source just yet) but it says he was on drugs/drunk for the majority of his service (even pre Dora), I imagine this got worse especially during those six years after Dora left him. By that time, he had already partnered with Jean, and had probably rejected his promotion number one.

After Dora left, the substance abuse got worse, but his work got better. It was hard to discourage their best detective, I guess. Even though he was actively funding the thing he was trying to shut down. It's a conflict of interest, he shouldnt have kept his job.

Also, during "THE UNSOLVABLE CASE" its said he left a man unable to walk, held a woman hostage, and shot wildly at a man.

That's just one case. You don't get a reputation like Harry's from one case. You don't make someone run at the mention of your name in the area. Ruby didn't run because of that one case.

Harry was a scary man. An ex gym teacher, off his rocker on an amount of drugs he couldn't count on two hands. He was talking to the tie before he lost his memory. The skills probably weren't a new thing. I like Harry, too, but his routinely "the women are the bourgeoisie" bit isn't just a post-amnesia thing, that's a cemented belief that's hung around his head long enough to become a foundation of every belief, even if you're an ultra-liberal. I don't think he was that popular with anyone he met.

The public were honestly right to be afraid of him.

But the RCM promoted him again. Or they tried. Because, what, Jean somehow managed to cover up everything Harry had done? What else has he done? How bad did things get, if beating a man with a ledger isn't anything more than a footnote in a case file?

Speaking of Jean, he confuses me a little. I mean, he respects Harry enough to cover up everything he did/does, but when it comes to talking about/to him, he puts him down, chews him out, makes it sound like he thinks Harry's actions are unacceptable (which I'm inclined to agree, at least pre-amnesia) but he also actively tries to make this narrative of Harry being crazy and wild and dangerous a thing, to everyone. Even Kim. Especially Kim, at the end. Look at this dialogue:

Those are the words of someone hurt over and over, watching a cycle repeat in another. But Jean still, when he doesn't really need to, decides to cover up Harry's missing gun and badge, and hears him and Kim out at the end of the game. He tears Harry down out of habit, but he also helps him out of that same habit.

He uses the word bewitched. That interested me, because it's infinitely more affectionate than manipulated, or tricked or just lied to. Jean uses it in a sympathetic manner, because he, like the RCM, like Dora, had been drawn in by Harry, and forced to stay until they left, like Dora, or became too bitter to go, like Jean.

It set up an interesting narrative for an aftermath. Would Kim, too, be driven away? Or would he get so sucked into the endless torment of being Harry's favourite, that like Jean, even if he wanted to, Kim wouldn't know anything else? Or had Harry actually changed? Does he get better, or does he get worse?

I would love to see more exploration on Harry after the events of Disco Elysium. I want to know how his reputation shapes how he acts after, I want to know how people interact with him. Its so interesting to me. It's all a bit of a jumbled ramble but yeah!!! :D