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alxtiny · 7 months

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Millennium Falcon | Park Seonghwa x Reader

Synopsis: where you snd seonghwa build the millennium falcon

Pairing: idol!park seonghwa x gn!reader, domestic au

Genre: fluff

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: implied fem reader can be ignored

Notes: to quote Agnes ‘its so fluffy I could die’

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Seonghwa's charismatic voice resonated through the quiet room as he spoke to his fans via a youtube live stream. Contentedly talking about his fascination with star wars and the new LEGO set he received recently. The warm glow of the screen illuminated his face, casting gentle shadows on the features that you had come to adore.

Sitting beside him, you watched with a soft smile, intrigued by the genuine interaction he had with his fans. You loved this soft and nerdy side of him that he so freely showed to his fans, much unlike his demonic alter ego on stage.

It had all started with a simple idea: building the LEGO Millennium Falcon. The iconic spaceship lay in pieces across the coffee table among miscellaneous food wrappers, a testament to the teamwork and determination that had fueled your late-night endeavour. The clock on the wall had long lost its relevance as hours melded into one another. Yet, time was of no concern when laughter echoed in the air.

Seonghwa's fingers delicately manoeuvred the tiny LEGO bricks, his eyes focused on the task at hand, his tongue sticking out the slightest in concentration. His hair, usually so meticulously styled, was slightly dishevelled from all the times he'd run his hands through it in thought. With a playful grin, he glanced at you, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Are you sure you're following the instructions correctly, Y/N?" he teased, a twinkle of amusement in his gaze.

You rolled your eyes in mock exasperation, nudging his shoulder with yours. "Of course! I'm just taking my time to make sure it's perfect."

"Perfect, huh?" he chuckled, shaking his head. "I've seen your 'perfect.' It usually involves a little extra icing on the cake."

You gasped, feigning offense. "Are you implying that I overdo things?"

Seonghwa's laughter filled the air, and you couldn't help but join in. The sound was infectious, wrapping around you like a warm embrace. As his laughter subsided, he turned his attention back to the LEGO set. Silence settled between you, but it wasn't a heavy silence; it was the kind that spoke of comfort and ease.

As the pieces clicked into place, you found yourself lost in thought. This simple activity had brought you closer to Seonghwa than you had ever imagined. You marveled at how he was just as goofy and down-to-earth as he appeared on camera. His charm was magnetic, not just for you but for his fans as well.

" ‘Who are you talking to?’ Atiny seems to be curious about the other voice huh?," Seonghwa spoke up as he read the questions his fans sent, his gaze shifting towards the camera. "Well to answer your question, I've got someone really really special here with me tonight."

Your heart skipped a beat as he gestured to you. Shyness crept over you, but the warmth in his eyes was reassuring. You gave a small wave to the camera, scooting into the frame, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness as the comments section exploded with greetings and hearts.

"Say hello, Y/N," Seonghwa encouraged, his voice gentle.

"Hi, everyone, I’m Y/N, it’s so nice to meet you all. " you greeted, your voice tinged with a touch of shyness.

The comments section lit up with enthusiasm. Words of welcome and compliments flooded the screen, overwhelming you with a sense of acceptance. It was a bit surreal, but Seonghwa's presence by your side made it easier to handle.

"Y/N, you're amazing!" one fan commented.

"Seonghwa, you better keep up with her building skills!" another chimed in.

Seonghwa's eyes sparkled with pride as he read out the comments, but then one caught his attention: "Move over, Seonghwa. Y/N is stealing the bias spot!"

He burst into laughter, showing you the comment. "Looks like you're becoming a fan favourite already."

You playfully nudged him. "Don't worry, I won't steal your fans."

Seonghwa smirked in amusement. "Just wait till I tell Hongjoong that you're looking at others, ‘ATEEZ's ultimate fan’-nim ."

"Hongjoong said not to look at other oppas, we can still look at unnies though" one comment replied.

Seonghwa chuckled, his gaze shifting between you and the camera. "Hold on, hold on. Let's not get ahead of ourselves, that’s a good point though."

With a mischievous glint in his eye, he continued, "But seriously, guys, thanks for all the love. She's pretty special to me too."

You were glad Atiny were so accepting of your position in Seonghwa’s life and granted you their approval with any hitch, bar a few delulu fans. An fear of being shunned was gone and their positivity made you want to be friends with all of Atiny.

The rest of the live stream was a blur of conversation, laughter, and a few impromptu dance moves. You felt a newfound sense of belonging, as if you were a part of something bigger than yourself. Since Seonghwa's fans embraced you with open arms, you felt like you were part of their extended family.

As the live stream came to an end, Seonghwa leaned back against the couch, letting out a heavy sigh, his arm casually draped around your shoulders. You exchanged a glance, and a shared smile spoke volumes. The screen finally went dark, and you both burst into laughter once again.

"Looks like you've stolen my spotlight," Seonghwa teased, nudging your shoulder.

You playfully nudged him back. "Well, maybe I'm just that charming."

He chuckled, his gaze softening as he looked at you. "You are."

The room was bathed in a warm, golden glow, the remnants of the live stream still lingering in the air. The LEGO Millennium Falcon sat partially completed on the table, owed to your hardwork. The night had worn on, and as you both exchanged stories and shared your dreams, you hadn't noticed the gradual transition from darkness to dawn.

Seonghwa yawned, stretching his arms above his head. "Wow, time really flew by, didn't it?"

You glanced at the window, where a soft morning light was beginning to filter through. "Yeah, I can't believe it's almost morning."

He turned his gaze to you, his expression soft. "You know, this has been one of the best nights I've had in a while."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, and a warm smile spread across your face. "I feel the same way."

Seonghwa leaned in closer, his eyes locked onto yours. "So, what do you say we wrap things up and finally get some sleep?"

"Sounds like a plan," you agreed, your voice soft.

With a yawn and a stretch, you both stood up, stretching your stiffened limbs. As Seonghwa turned off the lights and led you to the bedroom, a comfortable silence enveloped you. The exhaustion was apparent, but it was a content kind of tiredness that came from spending quality time together.

You both settled into bed, instinctively curling up next to each other. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you in close. The warmth of his embrace was soothing, and you nuzzled your head against his chest.

"Goodnight, Seonghwa," you murmured, your voice filled with a sense of peace.

"Goodnight, Y/N," he whispered, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

As the first rays of morning light filtered through the curtains, you both drifted into a peaceful slumber, the world outside fading away. In each other's arms, you found solace and comfort.

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bottomlouisficfest · 8 months

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We hope you’ve enjoyed the first couple of weeks of fics from the Bottom Louis Fic Fest 2023! Every two weeks, we’re compiling all of the fics from that period into one roundup post so they’re easy to find for anyone looking to catch up on fics they missed. Enjoy these amazing fics and give them the love they deserve!

love is pain, pain is pleasure

A fic by louixamor on AO3 | @louixamor on Tumblr | @louixamor on Twitter

25k | Explicit | Tumblr post | Twitter post

After a series of disturbing events threaten his safety, Louis has no choice but to hire a new bodyguard. Enter Harry, an incredibly attractive, judgmental asshole who hates Louis’ guts.

Good and Bad and Right and Wrong

A fic by TeamLouis on AO3 | @teamlouis2023 on Tumblr

5k | Explicit | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Louis angrily threw a pillow at his head, but Harry avoided it, laughing loudly as he slammed the door behind him. Louis bit his lip, grumpy and flushed and hard again, tension and arguments like this with his dear husband always a huge turn on. He knew it was his toxic trait, but at the same time, it was so good to let the tension build until it exploded under the sheets. So instead of pouting and groaning in bed, waiting for Harry to leave the house without him like he first intended to do, Louis kicked the sheets of his legs, stripped off his boxers –and gave his cock a few nice quick strokes, before getting dressed for the gym. Harry smiled widely when he joined him in the kitchen. Louis flipped him off. He promised himself he would have his revenge. Or the one where Louis doesn't want to go to the gym

The Wild Night to Memory Loss to Soul Mates Pipeline

A fic by thecheshirepussycat on AO3 | @the-cheshire-pussy-cat on Tumblr | @Bee_With_Mee on Twitter

18k | Explicit | Tumblr post | Twitter post

“What the fuck are you on—holy shit,” Louis gasps, looking down at his own hand to see a white gold band wrapped his left ring finger. “Wh-what is going on?” “Sure is a conundrum,” the man muses, realization flashing in his green eyes. “I-I’m not married, I can’t be married,” Louis mumbles to himself, staring wide-eyed at the ring, heart racing a mile a minute. AKA: Harry and Louis get drunkenly married in Las Vegas, as one does.

Smile for the Camera for It Knows Everything, Hollywood Star

A fic by daydreamlwts on AO3 | @daydreamlwts on Twitter

7k | Mature | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Prompt 132- The story of Nancy Reagan being called the blowjob queen of Hollywood but it's Louis.

Three Men and a Baby

A fic by sun_flowr on AO3 | @escapades28 on Twitter

123k | Explicit | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Louis' life had been going along just fine. Until one morning when his entire world changes when he steps on a piece of lego belonging to a young boy who has randomly appeared in his flat. And with that boy comes his gorgeous father. His flatmate Zayn has some explaining to do but he's definitely not complaining, instantly feeling connected to these new additions. Over the span of a year, life gets crazy, frustrating, surprising and most importantly...filled with love. Prompt 548: For as long as Louis can remember, it has only been him and his best friend Zayn in their little flat, but when Zayn comes home telling Louis about his friend with nowhere to stay after a bad breakup, Louis suddenly finds himself sharing his flat with a gorgeous green-eyed man called Harry along with his adorable toddler son.

always an angel, never a god

A fic by outropeace on AO3 | @outropeace on Tumblr | @outropeaces on Twitter

40k | Explicit | Tumblr post | Twitter post

To understand the level of deep water Louis was in, one first needed to know he has had the same best friend since he was five. Ethan Astor was family to him—a friend who he loved deeply despite their differences. A friend he would do almost anything for. So when Ethan came to him with the plan, no matter how he felt about it, Louis accepted it. At first, it was simple, he just had to flutter his eyelashes at any of the boys that showed interest in Ethan, and if they fell for it, he just dumped them without telling them the reason. Somehow, the rumors spread around campus that Ethan had an insufferable friend they had to somehow win over to reach him. Like a final monster before getting the princess. Or: Harry likes Louis’ best friend and there's a rumor that in order to get a chance with him, he should woo Louis first.

I (Don't) Really Care For You

A fic by crochetsunsets on AO3 | @crochetsunsets on Tumblr | @crochetsunsets on Twitter

11k | Mature | Tumblr post | Twitter post

“There’s always the worst case scenario,” Zayn said while the subway pulled to a stop. “Get your heart broken. Then you can write through experience.” “Yeah, right,” Louis called after him while Zayn hopped off of the train. “You try falling in love in New York City.” or Louis' a writer who needs to learn heartbreak. Harry's a graduate student who doesn't want to break his heart. What happens when they come together--the inevitable, or something more?

The wounds that scarred our souls

A fic by Hazzaslittle28 on AO3 | @hazzaslittle28 on Tumblr | @hazzaslittle28 on Twitter

36k | Explicit | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Forever was nothing but a lie, Forever was just a ruse for the human heart, it gave you hope and then killed you. Forever was just a myth. Or Where Louis decides to leave everything behind, including his heart.

Cold Spring

A fic by nouies on AO3 | @nouies on Tumblr | @_nouies on Twitter

8k | Explicit | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Life went on as normal at Cold Spring Café. Sam’s scribbles remained indiscernible, Jake persisted on his idea of getting more pots for the shop, and Pedro…Pedro continued coming to drink his moderately-caffeinated americano, to write furiously in that notebook of his, and to captivate Louis to no end. or…Louis is a coffee shop owner and Pedro is his newest customer.

Love Me If You Dare

A fic by BoosBabycakes on AO3 | @boosbabycakes28 on Tumblr | @Boosbabycakes28 on Twitter

55k | Explicit | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Harry and Louis’ friendship starts with a game, after a simple dare. The two little boys quickly become the best of friends and referees of their own game. Unfortunately, as they grow up, they sometimes become the victims of it too. With them, everything is possible. They are capable of daring each other to do anything. But will they dare confess their feelings for each other?

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irbcallmefynn · 4 months

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Pinned Post for 2024!

A new year calls for a new pinned! Hi! I'm Fynn (you can also call me Fynni if you want)!

Bigender Transfem Thing (She/He/It/They) furry, artist, almost certainly audhd+ocd+some sort of anxiety disorder (undiagnosed) so bear with me. I'm 20, so I may be adult on here sometimes! I do have an 18+ sideblog but I don't wanna tag it here. Find it yourself if you want it that bad (if you really can't find it but want to see it message me). I will tag things to the best of my ability when needed.

DNI if you're a piece of shit. Zoos, Pedos/Maps/whatever, Nazis, Queerphobes (any of them. No Arophobia allowed), Antifurs, Racist, Sexist, etc. Basically if you're on the DNI list of most queer furries you're on mine. So go step on some Lego someone spilled glass on.

I'd be careful if you're a minor. I'd suggest blocking "#nsfw" so you don't see things you shouldn't. Aside from that you're probably fine? Especially since I have a separate 18+ blog now. If I do slip up and either forget to tag something or accidentally reblog something to or from the wrong account please let me know so I can fix it!

I'm Aegosexual (I experience sexual attraction but am repulsed by sex), Polyamorous and Demiromantic (taken by two friends I will love forever, despite everything <3 <3 <3)

I'm Therian to some degree. I know I'm not a wolf or anything. Never have been. But I really wish I was anything other than a human. So Therian it is! I'm also Plushie-kin and Program-kin. Just feel like there's a lot in common between plushies and what I want to be like, and the dependence betwern programs and the machines they're on is my ideal type of relationship. I'm also Alterhuman, Please refer to me as a wolf or dog or puppy or bug or plushie it makes me happy :3 you can find my kinlist thing here

The U.S government sucks ass and so does the economy. Expect me to complain about that a bit on here I guess. Or at least reblog things with tags saying I hope the elite all explode.

I have three main OCs: Fynn is a he/him half demon wolf thing who magicked his mouth off and is basically the mascot of the blog. Nauno is a he/they avali and is extremely gay and very kleptomaniac and I love them. Euphi is a she/heart protogen that happens to be immortal for some reason. Click on their names to see their reference sheets! Click here for a link to the lore doc all about them and the world of Cosme! And click here for my truesona's ref sheet!

And now, some tags. "#fynn art" is for all of my art things. Pictures mainly, little bits of music here and there maybe. "#oc lore" is for when I talk about the lore of my ocs (or worldbuilding for them). "#bedposting" is something I do every night, just kinda whatever's on my mind before bed (may be very weird so heads up). "#art rb" is just for when I reblog art, if I keysmashed a whole bunch in another tag it means I really love it :3

I am into weird shit but probably don't expect much here. Maybe some tagged Transfur/Plushification art. Most of that shit is going to the alt blog babey.

FAQ (frequently-ish asked questions):

Do you take Commissions? No, and I have no plans to. I don't want to make money off of my art. I create for the sake of creating, not for fame or fortune. Related,

Can you commission me? Also no. I have no means of paying people at all. On the topic, don't come up to people and ask them to commission you. That's rude. If they want to commission you, they'll come to you.

What does the IRB stand for? My real initials. My legal first, middle, and last name. It's a force of habit. If/When I get my legal name changed I will change the blog name.

Thanks for reading! Now you should hopefully be at zero risk of being blasted by my death lasers (the block button)!

If this site goes belly up maybe I'll make a Spacehey. More than likely though, I'd be giving up on social media. Sorry!

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authorofthemoon · 1 year

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The existence of LEGO Red Hood is so funny to me bc that means fuckin LEGO Joker beat the shit out of and killed LEGO Jason Todd. Did LEGO Batman find him in little pieces and had to pick them up individually to carry him back? Like I know the LEGO universe is meant to be a way sillier version of it's source but that imagery is so funny to me.

Edit: I've also been informed that LEGO characters also drop studs when they die. So I'm just imagine among LEGO Jason's exploded body is just a bunch of studs that just automatically go into LEGO Batman's body as he's mourning. And when LEGO Jason comes back he's just like 'Bruce. This is a very important question. How many studs was I worth?'

#batman #joker #jason todd #red hood #lego batman #lego joker #lego jason todd #lego red hood

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most-tragic-character-tournament · 6 months

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Like I said, Lego fandom is primarily older teens being autistic about it and the stray folks in their 20s. I don’t blame them for getting excited, I’m often the same way, but was definitely watching all the info dumping waiting for when you’d put your foot down bc this was a very specialized blog. I’m happy to hear tragedyshipping talk is still permitted tho since it was born here.

https://www.tumblr.com/loafofbreadd/733538827998806016/i-cant-believe-i-spent-time-on-this?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/jaywalkerslastbraincell/733528229493817344/were-not-so-different-you-and-i-a-quick-sketch-i?source=share

the art links! And re: antag!Lloyd, he was 9-10 at the time. Got himself a whole army of snakes, terrorized some folks, led to burning down the monastery, got back stabbed by the snakes and held hostage for ages, used to go through the booby traps, put in a cage and left behind in a volcano that explodes on a floating piece of rock in lava. Also a snake wanted to eat him. Said snake also cannibalised his entire tribe from hunger. After his dad and uncle locked all the snake tribes underground for decades and banished some leaders to ninjago superhell. (We have 3 versions of afterlife. Antigone is going to be mindblown. Yes I know Greece has the fields of asphodel and Elysium but we have nothing good. Supposedly the good afterlife is only VIP access for Lego god and the 2 ppl he likes.)

………………………………………………tv-y7

#WAHOO ARTTTTT #lloyd garmadon #Ninjago

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gofancyninjaworld · 1 year

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OPM webcomic chapter 142 review: Unforgivable.

Story

So after nearly two years of absence, ONE once again drops a ninja update of the webcomic on us. This is a normal-sized (15-16 pages) webcomic chapter, but we've no idea whether there are any follow-ups to come soon. Combined with the fact that this is an action-packed release with very little in the way of conversation, it's a chapter that just whizzes by in a kinetic stream of beautifully-composed action shots.

We open with the city under attack. A bird (looks like a crow) is perched on a telegraph pole. As it is startled into the air by the laser beams cutting through the building in the background, we see the building explode. The next scenes are confused voices emanating from the surrounding buildings, with people asking what is going on so early, what alarms there are, urging loved ones to get up and get out… and these voices become less coherent as the horror of the reality overtakes them.

The robots march through the city, systematically and thoroughly destroying every building, car, person, and object in sight. They miss no one and overlook nothing and they keep formation to ensure that no one gets a chance to double back and slip through their ranks. This is not an attack. It is an extermination.

Their progress is halted by a figure landing in front of them. It's Genos and the footprint he stamps into the road is apparently a challenge, a wordless declaration that none shall pass this point. He doesn't spend time posturing, but charges straight into the ranks of the robots and…

…robots start to disintegrate, some punched so hard they fly to pieces, some slashed in two, some apparently shocked. Genos mows them down so fast they appear suspended in the air, their slowly falling bodies the only indication he had ever been there. As the entirety of the division is destroyed, we finally see Genos again, walking through them in the same manner that Saitama had walked through the attacking robots the night before.

A figure appears before Genos in the dust and smoke, and he punches it, realising too late that it's Saitama. Fortunately, Saitama had adroitly dodged around him, and no harm was done. Saitama smiles slightly as he declares that Genos has become strong: the doctor's final upgrade was a success.

Genos does not acknowledge the praise, thinking briefly before suggesting that he and Saitama split up, Saitama to tackle the remaining forces in the city while he Genos goes ahead to Metal Knight's hideout. For a few moments, Saitama is silent. He slowly turns around and then waves to Genos as he starts walking off, telling Genos that he understood and the latter was to be careful.

Genos doesn't spend time looking wistfully after Saitama. If anything, the inner rage stoking him seems to flare up even hotter. He takes off (the very first time we've seen him fly in the webcomic -- anyone wishing to dispute that is confusing it with the manga) and flies off. En route, he encounters a monster nonchalantly perched on a building, playing with a truck like it's an overgrown Lego piece. Thinking that it stands to reason that Metal Knight would use monsters as biological weapons in conjunction with robots, Genos slashes at the air with his fingers, and the monster is cleaved in several places as if with a sword. Genos isn't to know it but it is Meat Dumpling and with the monster's destruction, Zaedat's murder is avenged.

Unforgiveable, Genos says to himself, as he flies off.

That's where the chapter leaves off. Shall we meta?

Meta

A: It's Needs O'Clock

I'm going to try to make this the only place I compare this with the manga. Manga readers will notice a similarity between the slashes that Genos used to dispatch Meat Dumpling and Bomb's Whirlwind Cutting Iron Fist. It can't be because of the former having observed the latter in the webcomic as Bomb never used such a move in the webcomic. It's something he (well, Kuseno) has come up with independently.

One of the things you have to accept as a webcomic reader is that characters are capable of doing things when the narrative requires that they are: there isn't time or space to go into development unless it's super-critical to the plot. If you want to see characters grind, you need to read the manga. It doesn't bother me, but it's something to note and respect.

B: A whodunit resolved

With the appearance of Meat Dumpling, an important set of troublesome coincidences ties itself up into an incriminating body of fact beyond a reasonable doubt. The fact that Meat Dumpling was out there in the middle of a robot uprising clinches it: it was sent out precisely to target Zaedats. This ties in perfectly with how Destro and Erimin were able to recover both Zaedats and Infelsinave: the monsters are under their control and of course the monsters relinquished them without a fuss (or without harming those precious heads of theirs).

this looked like such bad luck, including the suit's failure to allow him to escape, but no longer

Those two Neo Leaders weren't unlucky, they were the subject of hit jobs so that their resources could fall under The Organization's control.

A's total lack of surprise was also suspicious but then again, it's A: a guy without a shred of morality

Hoo, so now we know that the robot uprising and the cyborg conspiracy (and whatever fuckery is going on at the Neo Heroes) are all linked. We suspected it was because the body suits they'd been handing out to Neo Heroes looked suspiciously like modified versions of the suits Hammerhead and crew the Organization allowed them to steal. Sonic recognising those suits strengthened our suspicion.

The appearance of cybernetically modified, remotely-controlled monsters whose actions happened to benefit the Neo Heroes but not pro-heroes strengthened our suspicions still further.

With the Machine Gods (an Organization special) declaring to Genos that the day of reckoning was about to begin, we knew that The Organization was up to something big.

However, there was still a tiny bit of room for there to be another bad actor to take advantage of the situation to carry out their evil plans. With the monster appearing, there is doubt no longer: Destro, Erimin, the rampaging robots, the Machine Gods, and the Neo Heroes are all of a piece.

If someone had tried putting these pieces together, they'd have been shouted down as a swivel-eyed conspiracy theorist. But there you go: occasionally, what seems to be a shadowy, well-resourced, well-organized conspiracy to subvert justice and subjugate society IS JUST THAT.

Only just about nobody believes it…

C: Half the Reason

…except Genos and Kuseno. Genos seemed mad to a lot of readers when he first came to Saitama talking about rampaging cyborgs and the total extermination of everyone in his home town, and of shadowy enemies that were all but impossible to track down. We'd seen monsters, sure, but what was this about cyborgs? Was he making it all up? Even though we saw at least one cyborg associated with The Organization early on in the series, we had no real leads as to what was really happening, how extensive it was, and how it all fit together (well, we still don't have the last) until now.

Why would anyone in their right mind give up their human body and become a living weapon? Well, One-Punch Man has been clear that there are many reasons that people become cyborgs for, but in Genos's case we now have half the reason: because nobody wanted to believe that what had seemed a random series of attacks was part of a much greater war, and thus nobody was prepared to challenge it. This was the only way available to him to take that stand.

Something that is both observable to readers within their own lives and observable to readers within the confines of the story is that it is really difficult to kill everyone in a place. Kill at least one person? Not too bad. A few? Tougher. Many? Tougher still. Most people? That's quite the ask, even with heavy artillery. Everybody? That takes some serious planning and execution. We've noticed that monsters, for all their strength and size, are remarkably bad at killing lots of people: they can nab some people randomly and knock some buildings down, but the sort of kill numbers are far lower than one would initially expect -- if one forgets about the propensity of people to save themselves. We're not chickens stuck in a chicken coop, painfully shivering as we're grabbed one by one. The heroes are useful, yes, but damn do the monsters help by being more interested in intimidating people than killing and eating them for the most part.

Chillingly, the most economical explanation is that once the method of achieving total kills was validated, it no longer needed the human input of a cyborg and could be automated.

The difference between what monsters do and what the robots were doing is chillingly clear. Not a single person woken up early that morning survived. That's the sort of thoroughness it takes to kill everyone in a town and I praise ONE for showing this to us in such an economic manner. This scene must have been a horrible flashback to Genos's fateful day. It really takes a certain kind of mind to execute this. One thing often misunderstood in the story is the word 'bosu' -- it does not so much mean mad as it means rampaging, out of control. The mad cyborg is less mad than it does go on systematic rampages, rampages that have resulted in the total destruction of multiple towns. The only thing special about Genos's former town is that it's the last known place struck.

And his literally taking a stand to stop repeats of these exterminations is incredibly admirable.

D: Prelude to a Tragedy

However, happy as everyone is to see Genos wrecking the bots like wrecking is going out of fashion, I don't think there are many who are optimistic about what is unfolding. For it's the first act in a tragedy. A tragedy whose full impact we are surely going to see unfold over the rest of the arc, and quite possibly in many arcs to follow. Genos is going to attack Metal Knight, the latter having successfully been framed by Drive Knight. The chances that the Metal Knight who has been watching Organization operatives with such suspicion is himself the culprit is slim. However, Drive Knight gloating about how Metal Knight was blindsided by the rise of the Neo Heroes very strongly suggests that the doctor, for all his crabby, misanthropic presentation, is indeed innocent.

There's still room for reasonable doubt when it comes to Bofoi's intentions and actions, but Genos is not in the mood to listen. He's entirely fixated on killing. Whether he kills Bofoi, is killed by him, or they take each other out, the only beneficiaries are the enemies of mankind currently trying to break civilization with machines and modified biological weapons.

Perhaps Saitama should not have let Genos go alone with only the exhortation to be careful. Genos will need all his wits and all the luck he has never had to thread this particular needle without tragedy.

Good luck: the ease with which the unforgiving can become the unforgiven is truly terrifying.

#OPM #OPM webcomic #review #Genos #Saitama #Metal Knight #Drive Knight #The Organization #the day of chaos #so this is what it's come to: there's never a good time to face evil but this showdown looks to be particularly heavy #especially if there's a miscarriage of justice #Saitama I hope your faith in your disciple is rewarded

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riddler-green · 1 year

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Rompecabezas.

Summary: Puzzles with Eddie <3.

Warning: In this fic you hate puzzles, I think nothing else that, fluff!!!!

Words: 700.

Honestly, you hated puzzles.

There are indeed some puzzles with only a few pieces, those childish puzzles that have big pieces and take a short time to solve. But puzzles with a thousand or ten thousand pieces, those you hate.

Maybe because you never had the patience to put them together, the dexterity to search from piece to piece to make it fit into another. No, that was not for you.

But now it's different, how ironic that you, a puzzle anti, should come out with the puzzle maniac.

Edward Nashton had curious hobbies in your opinion, others write him off as strange or weird.

But to you, it sounded charming.

As you know there is merit in solving puzzles of many, many pieces.

Edward solved them in a short time and that made your mind explode.

Yes, it was nice that he trusted you enough to show you his collection, which was not small.

And so, you make it a point to give puzzles a try since Eddie loves them.

You also admit that he looks great when he's focused.

You looked at Edward, his concentrated expression putting together a five thousand-piece puzzle, you sighed with love every time he made progress in the process, sometimes you would help him by giving him a piece but you like the sight of him putting it together better.

"Beautiful," you say looking at him and he turns to look at you with a smile "Isn't it? It's looking wonderful" Edward comments looking at some pieces again, but you were looking at him, not the puzzle.

"Don't you want to help me?" he proposes fitting a piece into the puzzle, his smile didn't falter, this is how he enjoys his weekends, a good puzzle, and with you by his side.

"Nah, I'd rather see you" you reply and move closer to him "You look so cool when you do puzzles" you confess and Edward laughs "What?" you say with confusion.

"It's nothing, I'm just surprised" he calms down and goes back to looking at the puzzle "I thought you hated them".

"Oh, I'm not that fanatical believe me" you take a handful of pieces in your hands to look at them "But I'm trying because I know you like them".

Edward fits another piece "Are you serious?" he asks you bringing out his insecurities a little. You take his hand and bring it to your mouth "Of course" you kiss his hand and Edward mumbles affectionately.

You glance at the picture Edward is putting together, it is a photograph of a Gotham nightscape, with lots of lights and skyscrapers.

"Are puzzles your favorite?" curiosity enters you asking him with interest, your boyfriend takes a few seconds to answer "I like crossword puzzles and riddles best" he assures You, already almost finished with the puzzle.

With Edward's smiling face, sparkling eyes, and happy voice, how could you hate puzzles?

Don't be surprised if he gives you a jigsaw puzzle of a picture of the two of you as an anniversary present.

"Ugh, I think I lost another piece" you declare somewhat grumpily, you weren't even halfway through the anniversary puzzle when several pieces were out of control.

"Here it is honey" Edward hands you the piece, now he is the spectator while you put together the puzzle which this time was a hundred pieces "You're almost done" he encourages you, picking up other pieces to sort them out.

"We almost done, you're helping me too" you smile for the first time in hours, already seeing the picture made into a jigsaw puzzle, ah how you love this puzzle geek.

Without warning, you give Edward a kiss on the cheek being distracted "I think it's the first puzzle I like" Edward's cheeks heat up "I'm glad you like it" he stammers.

He and you looked into each other's eyes for a moment, seeing him like that makes you so happy, maybe puzzles aren't so bad after all.

After that, Edward slowly tried to get you to encourage you to put puzzles together with him, even trying with other concepts.

"How about putting together a lego set together?" the brown-haired man suggests looking at you expectantly.

"What's a Lego?" you ask this time and Edward's eyes widen in surprise, he and you have a lot to talk about.

Thank you very much for reading! And sorry for the mistakes! *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧.

#the riddler x reader #dano riddler x reader #edward nashton x reader #riddler x reader #paul dano x reader #danonation #drabble

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zzhhbloom · 2 years

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now when did that happen?

≡ᶻᶻ༄ synopsis: boy next door yang jungwon has always been your best friend, your partner-in-crime, your day one forever homie. but as the years pass, you don’t realize how growing up would change those things you thought would stay the same forever. but maybe they’ll change for the better?

≡ᶻᶻ༄ genre: jungwon x gn! reader || boy next door!au || best friend to lovers!au || fluff and crack sort of

≡ᶻᶻ༄ warnings: brief mention of blood, chin wound, and scar || oc is clumsy asf || this story probably does not make sense ≡ᶻᶻ༄ word count: 3.5k

≡ᶻᶻ༄ a/n: i have no idea what this is...i originally wrote this with jungwon in mind but i wrote it with neutral characters then decided...you know what fuck it. here you go internet, it will probably be gone tomorrow~~

≡ᶻᶻ༄ disclaimer: this does not in any way shape or form resemble the real people whose names are mentioned, this is just a deranged kpoppie trying something new :)

“Give it back!” he yelled at you. You stuck your tongue out over your shoulder, waving Yang Jungwon’s LEGO car in the air.

“Play with me instead!” you retorted.

“Give it back!” he repeated, pelting after you through the halls of your house. “You’re clumsy and you’re gonna break it!”

“No I won’t—”

Spoke too soon. In your cocky carelessness, you tripped over your own toes and landed flat on your face. His LEGO car shattered into a hundred pieces, and you both exploded into tears. Him, because his beloved creation he spent hours working on was reduced to ruins, and you, because you had split your chin open and saw blood splattered on your hands.

�� “Clumsy!” Jungwon screeched and speared a finger at you.

Your mothers shook their heads at your pathetic heap of tears, blood, and LEGO pieces on the parquet floor. So much for a first playdate.

“Can I copy your homework?” you begged for the millionth time.

“You can do it on your own,” Jungwon laughed at the sight of you kneeling and rubbing your tiny dirt-stained hands together in front of him. “You answer all the questions the teacher asks in school.”

“Yeah, but I don’t like writing the answers,” you groaned in exasperation, collapsing backward on the carpet of his bedroom floor.

“What if you tell me your answers and I’ll write them for you?” he suggested eagerly. “You just make sure I’m writing everything correctly, okay?”

Thrilled, you picked yourself up from the floor and sat at attention, your faced creased in an exaggerated expression of focus. In between giggles he read out to you the addition problems and you answered in a robotic voice.

“I. Sad. Fif. Teen. Not. Fif. Ty.” You smacked him, mechanically twisting your arm to smack his shoulder, eliciting a stream of giggles out of his mouth as he wriggled out of your reach.

After finishing, you clapped each other’s backs, claiming you’d be the ones to get the gold stars for perfect homework the next day. And you did get perfect homework. Except that Ms. Sunny noticed the handwriting on your sheet was the same on Jungwon’s, and she wouldn’t listen to either of your attempts at an explanation. So that’s how both of you ended up standing in the corner with your hands in the air for the entire recess.

Stifling tears, you hissed, “This is all your fault!”

“You should’ve just done your own homework!” he sniffled in return. “Why is it my fault?”

“I-I know it’s my fault,” you couldn’t keep your voice from cracking as the tears came rolling down again. “I’m-I’m so sorry!”

“No, don’t cry!” Jungwon snapped with tears streaming down his face, too. “It really is your fault!”

“I know, I know!” you hiccupped in between rolling sobs.

You took one look at each other’s red faces and broke into twin wails, wrapping arms around each other in a tearful hug, screaming at the top of your lungs.

“Alright, that’s it!” Ms. Sunny yelped, hands practically cupped over her ears. “Time’s up, get out!”

As if somebody had flipped a switch, you disconnected your arms from each other, tears and hiccups dissipating like fog retreating from the sun.

“Bye, Ms.,” he waved, tears dried.

“See you later!” You chirruped and skipped cheerfully out of the classroom behind Jungwon. He exchanged a look with you once you left the door’s threshold, and you both erupted into giggles at the stunt you just managed to pull.

“Works every time,” you gave him a high five then skipped along to enjoy the rest of your recess with the other kids.

“It’s so unfair,” Jungwon kicked his feet up to the ceiling of the blanket fort you built together. “Why can’t we keep having sleepovers like this?”

“My mom said it’s because we’re getting older.” You answered quietly, flicking the heavy-duty flashlight in your hands on and off. It created large shadows that came and went against the blanket that served as your ceiling. You’d built forts like this as long as you can remember for an eight-year-old, and they always felt like the strongest stone barricades in the world. But now they felt like strips of cloth too useless to even keep the shadows out.

“I don’t get what that has to do with sleepovers,” you continued. “Do they want us to stop playing around and act more grown-up?”

“That doesn’t make sense! My sister is old, but she still gets to go on sleepovers with her friends all the time!” he cried out.

“So why can’t we keep having sleepovers?” you yelled in agreement, lips turning down in a pout.

“Quiet down, you two!” your mother burst into your room in her pajamas, hair in disarray. “You’ll end up waking the entire street up.”

“Again,” you added with a proud smirk.

“Not again,” your mother corrected, shooting daggers at you with her eyes. Then she turned to Jungwon with a soft smile. “If you want a snack just let me know, okay, kiddo?”

“I told you, clumsy,” he chided smugly as your mother left. “They won’t let us have any more sleepovers because I am this close—” he held up his pointer figure and thumb to emphasize his point, then pressed them together leaving no gap in between the digits— “to replacing you in your own family.”

You barked out a laugh and shoved him backwards so hard that he tumbled through the soft walls of your blanket fort. The whole thing collapsed in a magnificent avalanche of comforters, pillows, and plushies. You two sat under it all holding your stomachs in breathless laughter so your mother wouldn’t come back in a merciless rage.

The first real big fight you two had was in the fifth grade. You got carried away playing with some of your friends after school that you completely forgot you were supposed to be at Jungwon’s taekwondo showcase at the gym that afternoon.

You knew how excited and proud he as about it, and so you promised him that you’d be there even when his family couldn’t make it. Even if he didn’t make it obvious, you saw how happy that made him.

It was just so on-brand for you that you lost track of time and completely missed it.

You got to the gym gasping for breath, hands on your knees. “I’m here! Did I make it?” you looked up and saw an empty gym. Empty except for one other person.

Jungwon stood looking down at you, sipping on a juice box. He didn’t say anything as He walked past you like you weren’t even there. Then, just as he was about to leave, he paused to say, “I leveled up, by the way.” Swinging gym doors punctuated his departure, leaving you alone in the giant space that was now twice as empty as it was before.

Jungwon didn’t talk to you for a week after that. Well, it wasn’t just him that was avoiding any sort of interaction. To be fair, you both were avoiding each other. You were too scared to face him again only to have his eyes pass right through you. Kids started wondering why you weren’t talking during breaks like you used to. Your parents started asking how Jungwon was doing because he hadn’t visited the house in days—undoubtedly aware of the tension but figuring out how to bring it up subtly.

A week turned into two.

And on the third day of the third week, you decided you had enough. You were done avoiding and being scared of being avoided. You were going to apologize and make up for things today, no matter what happened. Even if he walked right past you, you could at least say that you tried.

During lunch, you gathered up all your spare pocket money and bought a box of the mango juice you knew was his favorite.

“Is there any strawberry milk left?” you asked hopefully, peering at the chiller for your favorite drink.

“Sorry, sweet, we just sold the last one.”

You handed the canteen lady your money for the mango juice and rushed out of the crowded room, holding the tetra pack in your hands. You scanned the throngs of students, looking for that head of hair you knew like the back of your eyelids. Several times you thought you saw him, only for the figure to be swallowed up in the crowd in the blink of an eye.

In your haste, you didn’t realize your shoelaces had gone and united themselves. You always had a knack for tripping over your own feet at the most unfortunate times. Naturally, you slipped and fell flat on your face. The old scar you had from the time you ran away with his LEGO car would have a twin one of these days if you weren’t going to be more careful.

The students around you moved away like like poles of a magnet. Still determined to find your best friend, you struggled up on your own, picking up the juice box that thankfully hadn’t burst. You didn’t have to keep searching for much longer.

You saw Jungwon in the partition of the students, like a break in the trees. He sat at one of the benches out in front of the field, shaded by an old tree. He cradled something in his lap, but you were too far away to make out what it was. It didn’t matter if he were holding a kitten or a rock to pummel you with, you ran over and prayed he would still be there by the time you came.

You skidded to a stop before him, words flowing in an intangible heap before you could catch your breath. He didn’t say anything immediately. He just let you form shapes and sounds with your mouth that could not have made any sense to anyone, even to you. Yet it seemed like he took in every word.

“I’m so so so so so sorry.” You finally finished, looking down at the juice box you gripped in your sweaty hands. He still didn’t say anything. He only took the juice box from your fingers, poked the straw into the hole and took a long sip. You stared at the tips of your toes, feeling humiliated.

Nobody could say you didn’t try. You bit on your lip to keep from crying, and were about to walk away when his hand floated into your vision, holding out a box of your favorite strawberry milk with the condensation still dripping off the cardboard packaging.

You looked up at his face in surprise and he was already smiling, the plastic straw of his juice box flattened between his teeth.

You were there when Jungwon got dumped for the first time.

Well, you ran there until you couldn’t feel your legs, so you technically were there. You were there for him, at least.

You had been sitting in your room, trying to figure out how to draw hands anatomically correctly when he called you. He didn’t need to say much for you to know what was going on, and what he needed you to do.

“Where are you?” you asked.

“At the park.”

The little playground near your houses that had always been your unofficial meeting place once the sleepovers were banned. You ran out, not even bothering to change out of your house slippers. You got there holding the left one in your hand because it had flown off in your scramble and you were too unbothered to replace it.

Jungwon sat on one of the swings, not even swinging. He just sat there.

You were both in tenth grade already, but up till now, you had never seen Yang Jungwon pass up the opportunity to launch into the air on a perfectly functioning swing set.

“That bad, huh?” you greeted, occupying the swing next to him.

He just shrugged and tried to smile. You felt your own breath quiver. It was hard to believe that the sweet, polite, bubbly friend you’d known for years was the same person sitting next to you now.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” you asked tentatively.

He shook his head with a small smile, letting out a shaky sigh.

You sighed, too. Getting off your own swing, you positioned yourself behind him. “Alright you sad lump, hold on.”

“What are you—?”

With a heave you gave his back a hefty push. But instead of swinging up in the air in happiness and unchecked joy like you intended, he fell forward onto the ground in an undignified heap.

“What was that for?”

“I told you to hold on!” you clapped your hands over your mouth which served the dual purpose of expressing polite shock and hiding the less-excusable reaction of giggling at your friend’s misfortune.

“Can’t believe I got dumped twice in a day.” he muttered, dusting himself off on the ground.

Now you burst out into unapologetic laughter.

He raised an eyebrow at you. “Do you find my pain entertaining, clumsy?”

“Immensely,” you affirmed, wiping away a fake tear.

You came around to help him up from the wet pour rubber. He grasped your outstretched hand with what you mistake for forgiveness.

Oh, how naïve.

With more force than what was strictly necessary, he tugged you down to the ground with him. Unfortunately, of course, he hadn’t aimed the motion properly and so you ended up with your faces inches away from each other.

On any other day, this wouldn’t have bothered you in the slightest. You saw each other’s nappies on day one, so close proximity between you both was nothing out of the ordinary. Sure, you hadn’t been this close in the last five months, two weeks, and five days since he started dating the person who just dumped him, but it still shouldn’t have felt any different now.

And yet…

You jumped up before he could read any of those treacherous thoughts inside your head like you knew he could. You shook yourself, and the feeling disappeared.

“Dumped two times today, huh?” you said as he picked himself up from the ground.

“And dumped on once, so that makes a grand total of three dumpings.” he added.

“You brought that last one on yourself,” you pointed out. He conceded with a smirk that was more like his usual self.

“So…” you fell into step behind him as you both wordlessly agreed it was time for dinner. “Not because I’m competitive or anything—"

“Oh, no, you? Competitive? Never.”

“—But whose dumping hurt more?”

“Yours,” he answered with almost no hesitation. “Yours hurt significantly more.”

You pumped your fists in the air in triumph and skipped ahead in your floppy sliders, dancing around in the middle of the street like a fool. The yellow streetlights caught the lines in his face as he lifted his head up and laughed, the sound clear and unbridled.

You smiled, feeling your cheeks warm. You bowed at the waist, hands swinging downward towards the concrete. “All part of my elaborate plan, your honor.”

“They’re so cute I will literally stuff them in my cheeks for free.”

“Maybe don’t say that in front of their mother?”

The mother cat looked up from her grooming session and gave you a warning glare. You didn’t care. Not with three chunks of her offspring treating your body like a jungle gym. Nothing could beat the sight of these munchkins still wobbly on their tiny paws snuggling on your lap.

You looked up.

Okay. So what if one thing could beat adorable kittens?

Jungwon sat across from you, cradling the runt of the litter in gentle palms. His hands made the weeks-old kitten look even smaller. He tickled its chin until it lifted its head up in pleasure. It mewled at him, and his eyes twinkled.

Over the years, you tried to ignore this feeling in your chest, but it was happening so often it was impossible to ignore now. You cleared your throat and he looked up at you. You nodded over to the fifth kitten that perched itself against his leg and midriff, purring like a motor.

Well doesn’t that look comfortable.

“Thanks again for signing up to foster them,” one of the shelter workers came over from grooming the mama cat and crouched next to you. “We’re always welcoming extra hands around here.”

“Not a problem,” Jungwon said and nodded at you. “We’ve always wanted to help out.”

“That’s so great. How long have you two been together?”

You jerked your head up and prepared to correct her (which you’ve always found yourself doing even when you were in middle school), but for the first time, he beat you to the response. “We’ve known each other since we were pretty much babies,” he held up the little kitten to eye-level. “Not when we were much older than you, huh, little one?”

You’d have to ask Jungwon to repeat to you the instructions the worker gave, because your brain was spinning a thousand miles an hour and you couldn’t even register where your feet were taking you. Did he know what the worker meant when she asked how long you were together? He had to know…right? He wasn’t a naïve little kid anymore.

Now that particular realization hit you like a vacuum. It sucked all the air out of your lungs and left you gasping. The impact was so sudden that you had to stop in your tracks. Jungwon paused in unlocking his car, about to put the cats in the back seat.

He wasn’t a little kid anymore.

And neither were you.

When did that happen? Was it just moments ago when you were both sitting on the ground playing with kittens? Or was that years ago on that evening on the swings? When did the person standing before you now stop being the little kid you once asked to do your homework for you?

“Hello?”

You looked up.

“I’ve been calling your name like 50 times. Let’s go, we have so much to—”

“Why did you answer her like that back there?” you asked.

And of course he knew exactly what you were talking about. He’d always known. “You know, honestly, I didn’t even realize what she meant until after I’d started talking,” he shut the back door gently on the blanket-covered cat cage. “But it still felt normal, so I didn’t say anything after. You know?” He opened the passenger door open for you, and you found it in yourself to move your jelly legs forward.

He closed it, then let himself in the driver’s seat on the other side.

“You know what she was implying, asking that, right?”

“I’m not stupid, clumsy, of course I know,” there was that nickname again that had become more tender to you than you realized. “She was obviously asking how long we’d been neighbors—”

You shoved him with a bark of laughter, and his head thudded slightly against the window.

“Ow! Why are you always so violent? Fine, yes. I didn’t correct her because I maybe sorta kinda liked the idea—”

You were laughing so hard at that point, not because of what he was saying, but because for the first time in a long time you felt like you didn’t have to keep holding back and denying yourself anymore. Maybe you weren’t little kids anymore, but you still could have forever to grow up together.

“Let’s get out of here,” you said in between gasps of laughter. “Our children are tired of living in a cage.”

He gasped exaggeratedly as he pulled out of the parking lot. “Our children? Well aren’t you presumptuous. I don’t want shared custody of your kids just because I said I liked the idea of being together.”

“They are staying in your house because my mom is allergic to cats—”

“—They are staying in my house because your mom is allergic to cats, but that does not mean—”

“I know you love them,” you sang triumphantly, waving at him. “So you can’t say no.” You couldn’t stop smiling for a million different reasons, and you were no longer afraid that your ever-observant best friend (now something more?) would notice and give you a reason to stop.

“I know, I can’t, I love them, they’re adorable,” he conceded in a childish whine. He glanced at you at the corner of his eye. He reached out, his thumb brushing the little scar that still sat on your chin years after your first encounter. “And I love you, too, clumsy.”

You’ve said those words to each other countless times over the years. Just once, you said it to him in a different way when you thought he couldn’t hear. But just like how he could always read your mind no matter how hard you tried to keep your thoughts in order, you could read his just as easily. And you knew now that your sentiment was no longer left unanswered.

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egg-emperor · 10 months

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WOAH I GOT LEGO EGGMAN ALREADY WOOOO 💜💕💖💗💓

look at this silly little guy! he's so adorably evil I love him so much 🥰💘

the way the Balkiry and Moto Bugs have also been Lego-ified and explode into Lego pieces is also a really cool touch!

#dr eggman #eggman #dr robotnik #dr. eggman #sonic forces speed battle #sonic forces #lego sonic #lego #lego eggman #make lego sonic more eggman #makelegosonicmoreeggman #my post

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1-1sundial · 11 months

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just watched this insane 4 hour video:

youtube

so, context:

Keep Talking and Nobody Explodes is a game you play with two people. one person, the defuser, has a bomb in front of them. the other person, the expert, has a manual describing how to defuse the bomb. the defuser isn't allowed to look at the manual and the expert isn't allowed to look at the bomb; they're only allowed to communicate via voice call. (the expert doesn't even have to have the game; the manual is a PDF you can look at for free online.)

the bomb consists of modules that each have their own section in the manual for defusing. for example, the "wires" module looks like this:

and the manual's section on defusing it looks like this:

in the base game, there's a maximum of 11 modules on a single bomb. but the guys in the video were playing a modded version of KTANE. the bomb they were defusing had 236 unique modules.

they had 6 hours of time to defuse the bomb. they were allowed 25 strikes (mistakes when completing modules) but every time you get a strike the time starts counting down faster.

the defuser wasn't playing with one expert, he was playing with two, maybe three. he would give out information on a module to an expert, then come back later after the expert figured out the solution.

one of the modules was called "souvenir" and it consisted of a quiz show asking questions about other modules which had been solved. this thus required the expert team to write down all the information about the modules as they were being solved.

one of the modules asks you to put in tennis match data. one of the modules asks you to put in a mortal kombat combo. one of the modules makes you play with lego. one of the modules has you navigating the london transport system. one of the modules is about skyrim. one of the modules just has you calculate conway's game of life.

there were three modules with a completely blank interface which were indistinguishable visually. one of them had braille highlights when you hovered over them. one of them, you could hear a tapping sound if you selected it. one of them just required you to click on a specific part of it.

one of the modules required you to click on an LED when the bomb's timer reached an exact amount of time remaining. only a handful of times would be acceptable so after the expert calculated the time the defuser had to NOT miss it.

one of the modules had "stages", with the stage advancing every time the defuser completed any other module. every single time the defuser completed a module he had to look at that module and read some information off of it. did i say "one of the modules"? i meant TWO of the modules. one of them gave out three pieces of info per stage and accepted input in the form of a 10 digit code after 100 modules were completed. the other one gave out a number per stage, had one stage for every single module on the bomb meaning it had to be completed LAST, and the code you had to put in was 234 digits long.

one of the modules was a needy module that was just a glass of beer that would slowly drain and needed to be refilled every minute.

#keep talking and nobody explodes #ktane

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gmanwhore · 1 year

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OK SO IF I DON"T RAMBLE ABOUT G-MAN RIGHT NOW I WILL EXPLODE AND DIE SO LIKE SHIT BELOW THE CUT IT"S ALL HEADCANONS I THINK I DUNNO I HAVE A VERY BASE UNDERSTANDING OF HALF LIFE I LITERALLY HAVE JUST WATCHED HLVRAI also the anthropology headcanon is very sort of projecting

-He is in fact an alien. I imagine his species is kind of similar to Time Lords (from Dr. Who yeah look I'm just trying to make this easier for me), their job being to ensure that whatever their employers need put into motion or kept on track goes ahead. Who they work for varies, it's usually whoever calls on them first. They are basically just foremen of the universe, though they have the ability to manipulate space and time to an extent. There are not many of them left due to a war with the Combine.

-His true form is a sort of ribbon worm thing. Who knows why.

-The suit is a fairly normal suit but he is able to manipulate how real it is like he can manipulate his own body. His suitcase also has that ability, but it's a lot harder for him to shift it in and out of reality.

-He can choose how much he exists. Mostly he chooses to be seen but is unable to be touched or touch things, but sometimes he has to solidify himself. It is much rarer though. In addition, he hates being touched in any way if he doesn't give the say-so.

-He can only teleport when he is not being witnessed. If put in the situation, he can duck behind something and simply move to another part of the room in what appears to be one step. He used that trick to entertain his sons (Tommy and Benrey).

-G-man is completely fascinated by humanity. One of his favorite things to witness and research is mob mentality and the idea of a single concept becoming such an influential thing. He loves everything about the human psyche and how society works, though. Technologies also fascinate him, though he is more interested in why they were made and who made them.

-He has a small book of human sayings in his briefcase, as well as some drawings his children have made, a stuffed toy (a black and white dog named Tuxedo given to him by Tommy), a few pictures of his family, and several pieces of Lego.

-Speaking of lego, he loves it. He has customized several Minifigures to look like people he knows, and has made a scale model of the Black Mesa facility. He adds onto it every so often, it's his pride and joy. He mostly makes models of famous buildings and places, though he sometimes attempts to reconstruct the streets of his home planet. He can't remember it very though, so it's remaining half-built for now.

-He knows how to cook, but he doesn't do it very well. He just doesn't really get cooking.

-Music! God, he loves music. He loves all music. He likes Abba best, I think, but he loves music. He loves listening to music, he loves learning about music, and he even learns how to play the accordion because it looked interesting. He can also play the lyre for....reasons.

-He does stim, he usually hums or taps his briefcase, though sometimes he likes counting his teeth.

#hlvrai gman #gman coolatta #gman #hlvrai #half life but the ai is self aware

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emotionally-creative-rogue · 8 months

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Okay so I was chillin' with @emotionally-broken-robot a few days ago and they show me a gif on his phone right. It's the 'Tism creature exploding into pieces. So I say: dude. I can hear the lego breaking sound and he immediately was like: yo I was just thinkin that

Anyways td;dr I made this

And also. I thought you'd like this, @physically-robotic-medic. It reminded me of you :)

#dexx shitpost #emotionally creative rogue #tf2 #team fortress 2 #emotionally xyz mercs #team fortress two #team fortress #dexx talks #team fortress roleplay #dexx shitposts

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emodialisse · 1 year

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Peter: Phew, good thing I had your back out there, could be really nasty Lichtenberg figures for the ER team to deal with.

Otto: From now on I will much appreciate a little warning beforehand. I have six hands, not a sixth sense.

Peter: It's okay, Doc, I won't gossip. Whenever you like to be manhandle by New York's finest hero, just say so.

Otto: I feel as if we're losing focus. There's something that escaped my mind just now...

Peter: Give me a minute, swing like that without stretching really takes me out of my game. I feel as if my spine has become little Lego pieces...

Otto: Oh, heavens, Peter... Where's Miles?

Peter: Ah, right. I thought... You were watching him?

Otto: No chance, Casanova! I was too busy admiring your eyes for the entirety of that face off with NYSEG's business partner!

Peter: You sound mad. I think--

Miles (over their earbuds): I THINK I MIGHT HAVE SCREWED UP, GUYS!

Our youngest Spider-Man shows up, carrying to the mise en scene a very bitter Vulture, as a certain bug decided to stick on his neck for a piggy back ride.

Peter: Nope, I'm pretty sure I'm seeing a very loose screw right there.

Vulture stopped mid air suddenly, suspended, struggling to fight the boy's grip. But in matters of pugilistic skills, the dreadful engineer wasn't really the biggest threat.

Otto: Adrian, I demand that you put him down this instant!

Peter: Not your best choice of words, Doc...

Adrian: Fuck off, traitor!

Otto: What, you're still on that?

Adrian: You--!! Oh, I'm sorry, I bet it'll serve me right, just like your perfect plan did!

Otto: Cut some slack, old man, it's better for your health.

Adrian: You left us all there to rot, while you eloped with your precious little Spider whore!

Peter: Uh oh, I think he took the “Miss me, miss me” joke seriously... I'm flattered, but you boys don't need to fight over little old me.

Adrian: This isn't about YOU at all, you pusillanimous cad! We could've ruled this city, Octavius, and you took it from us!

Otto: I'm sure you and the rest of the jailbirds will come up with something yourselves. But I won't promise things will go smoothly, so just shut it and yield!

Adrian: Never! The great Adrian Toomes will not submit to such pathetic, impervious minded chimps.

Otto: By Jove, did I used to sound like that?

Peter: Meh, no time for speech classes. First rule of super-heroing, action before words!

Otto: What about the excessive quipping?

Peter: All part of the means of production!

Miles: Hey, don't sweat it, Ock! I got him good, but what we should really worry about is--

Surely the boy made the call right on time, because Max Dillon came crashing into their party to cause a scene, like always. And of course that included an over the top incandescent show. Suddenly each pole pig had been lit from being attached by his wonderfully magnetic personality, exploding some the majority of the circuit breakers. The telecom company must be having a "blast".

#turns out I got more inspiration to write crack fics than normal ones lmao #anyway this is dumb till the end #otto octavius #miles morales #peter parker #dia writes?#maxwell dillon #adrian toomes

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I always appreciate people who are willing to criticize LMK. Even if I don't agree with all your points. There's a vocal section of the fandom that do nothing but praise it and get upset when you find fault with it or any of their beloved characters. I like the show too but there are plenty of flaws and room for improvement. But many don't want to have that discussion. So it's just nice to see some watchers not mindlessly soak up everything the writers give us. Because despite what people say ad nauseum, the show isn't perfect.

Monkie Kid spoilers below:

Huh well anon firstly while I am aware that it can be hard to convey sincerity on the internet, genuinely thanks for messaging me with the approach that you can appreciate me complaining about a lego cartoon even while you don't agree with everything I'm saying. Too often I've seen even what started out as little disagreements in fandom circles explode into gigantic messes because of this all or nothing attitude that's engulfing more and more of fandom. I feel like that more than anything is the reason why I've adopted an perspective of "don't like don't read goes both ways" when it comes to fandom stuff; people should be free to praise or criticize a piece of media as much as they please as long as they're not harassing people over it, and one can follow, ignore, or block as one sees fit.

But hmmmm I know every fandom has its absolute admirers, but in terms of JTTW understandings in the west I feel like that's a liiiiiiitle bit worrisome here because of the way Monkie Kid--at least to me (haha yea subjective opinions ahoy)--seems to rapidly be falling victim to the storytelling detriments of "moar epic!," fandom character favoratism, and demand for angst. I mean, this show started out with the premise that it was going to be a fun adventure aimed at children where they'd get to by-proxy do cool things with one of the most beloved characters from Chinese mythology. But seasons 2, 3, and now 4 have been following this pattern of "Sun Wukong is largely absent--something really bad happens partially because of the big villain but also because the Monkey King made a massive miscalcuation that made everything 1000 times worse--Qi Xiaotian gets trauma upon trauma as a result--we all get together to blow something up at the end which magically fixes everything. FOR NOW."

So yea, in accordance with what seems to be general fandom tastes we get an increasingly traumatized Qi Xiaotian. We get a Six-Eared Macaque (the obvious fandom meow-meow) who now apparently used to be the main member of Sun Wukong's Best Friends Forever club and who obviously never did anything wrong evaaaaaar (what with the show forgetting about all the stuff he put Qi Xiaotian through & everything in the plot so far indicating the shadow monkey believed wholeheartedly in the Monkey King right before Sun Wukong the evil betraying bastard bonked him to death), and we get stakes that are literally about the fate of the entire world or even all of reality every season. But the cost of all of that was a plot structure that is increasingly failing to address many of its threads (hey remember how the Demon Bull family were the ones who released Lady Bone Demon? R we ever going to address that?), less and less and less genuine interactions between Sun Wukong and Qi Xiaotian, and, well, an increasing tendency in both fanon and canon to depict Sun Wukong as a careless screw-up at best and a selfish asshole at worst, or as a traumatized & miserable mess who needs to spend at least 100 years in therapy before he could even think about being anyone's mentor.

I mean hell, based on what I understand from the last twitter blow-up about all of this the response to the possibility that Sun Wukong was Qi Xiaotian's bio dad--you know, something that in a different context could have been a source of joy and excitement if it was about a father and son who had been torn apart through outside circumstances and were finally reunited--was first even MORE anger at the Monkey King for being a deadbeat dad on top of all his other screw-ups, and then relief when a lego show writer felt compelled to make it clear Sun Wukong was not the father. Because at this point if he was indeed Qi Xiaotian's bio dad, especially if Sun Wukong knew it the whole time, the implications would be really, really bad. Add all of that to every other character in Monkie Kid yelling at Sun Wukong for being a dumb idiot and/or terrible person, the absolute silence (except for some very brief flashbacks) on Sun Wukong's thoughts about any of this, and the "chaos monkey uwu" framework that Sun Wukong and his journey is already commonly understood through in the west (plus this weird reluctance and even refusal to consider what happened in the og classic that I've seen in some circles), and it feels like a lot of the Monkey King & co.'s nuance, complexity, and more fascinating aspects are being erased from common western perceptions of Journey to the West. And YEA obviously a silly lego show isn't going to get into the theological & moral complexities of a ~1,400 page novel, but given that Monkie Kid seems to have become one of THE primary ways that a western audience is being introduced to this story, I do wish that there was more of an effort to at least acknowledge what happened in the og classic.

IDK, in terms of Monkie Kid maybe future episodes will finally give us some answers for what happened to the og pilgrims that will be satisfying. Maybe they'll finally provide a decent aswer for why the Monkey King betrayed his sworn brotherhood and became a isolated failure who's hated by basically everyone who actually knows him. But as it currently stands I just think that if you've got a plot where the shifu and tudi pair now barely interact & a fan base where a significant portion is THAT quick to think the absolute worst of the Monkey King even though this is literally a silly lego show about having adventures with the Great Sage, then you really need to pause and think about why we're at this point :I

#anon answered #monkie kid

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