#my hackers survived once again.

[accidentwithapen]

Hiii!!! GIGS in Space AU Once Again on my mind so heres a quick plot rundown allll put in one post

If you read through this all i love you <3

If not, have this grian doodle anyways

So Grian, Scar, Impulse, and Skizz are all prisoners in this like,,, dystopian space society. All are imprisoned for different reasons:

- Grian is a vandalist, doing graffiti and setting minor explosions around different government/company sites. When arrested and asked why he does what he does, he claims "it's about the principal"

- Impulse worked as a mechanic for a major company, but an incident resulting in a death and 3 injuries gets wrongfully pinned on him. He still believes that all circumstances surrounding his arrest are just one big misunderstanding. The company, however, doesnt care.

- Skizz is a hacker, and good at it too. He logs into the system of the same company Impulse worked for, and subsequently gets caught red-handed.

- Nobody knows why Scar is arrested. There are many rumors spread around the prison wing that he and Grian are in that Scar is Secretly A Mob Boss for the Con Corp. family. But surely someone so clumsy and silly cant possibly be so powerful, right? thats what Grian thinks, anyways.

So these doofuses have two options.

1. they can serve their sentence rotting in a shitty space prison with Nothing To Do and being forced into manual labor

2. they can get out slightly earlier after enough time spent doing Community Service

They go for the second one, which Happens to be gathering extraterrestrial data for Impulse's old Company (i need a name for it dear god its ridiculous at this point). So after all independently choosing the community service option, they get grouped into a squad of the four of them and get sent out to different semi-abandoned planets to hunt monsters/ghosts/aliens and collect data. What they eventually figure out is that the reason they are given so much freedom with their community service is that they are not intended to survive. They devise an escape plan and on their third mission together, they successfully escape together.

Its important to note that Scar and Grian came from the same cell block, so Grian decides to tell Skizz and Impulse about the mob boss rumors (as a prank, of course), and warns them that Scar Doesn't Like Swearing. basically scaring everyone into facing these cosmic horrors with a PG attitude

So the GIGS escape with a real shitty spacecraft and are on the run from the government (theres no way they're gonna succeed like this) up until they get captured. but not by the government.

They get captured by morally gray, filthy rich, weapons manufacturer Doc. (or his hitman at least, one Geminitay)

Doc explains to the GIGS that he has paid all of their bail fees, and now they must work off their debt to him. as delivery boys.

Doc enlists Gem to look after the GIGS during their deliveries. Gem Does Not Like This but shes not gonna say no to her boss.

Basically the rest of it is a silly stupid sci fi sitcom about funny found family doing goofy delivery missions and learning more about each other along the way.

Oh, and remember those rumors about Scar? Theyre all true. And there are Consequences for his absence in the family....

Heres some extra little character notes:

- While Impulse believes his arrest was a genuine mistake at first, during their second bout of community service, he and skizz discover how little the company actually cares about its employees and Impulse gets real mad that his entire livelihood is a lie and goes ham and wrecks some shit (good for him)

- Gem was taken in by Doc at a very young age, with life-threatening injuries. Doc used his experience with mad sciencery to fix her up with whatever he had on hand, mostly animal parts. now shes a hybrid.

- Gem sees Doc as a father figure, but has No Clue how to express that so from her perspective shes just Really Loyal to her boss and doing nothing more than paying off a life debt.

- Grian has a mycelium infection running up his arm that he keeps secret from everyone else. the first in the group to find out about it is Gem

- Scar uses mobility aids of many varieties, but mostly uses a cane with robotic leg splints on missions

Anyways thats all for now, if you wanna see some more doodles and stuff you can look around my gigs in space tag!!

#hermitblr #gigs in space #hermitcraft #mcytblr #hermit doodles #art #grian #geminitay #gigs in space au #trafficblr #team gigs #gigs phasmo

[grievous-writes]

"Mimic" - Part One - Ramattra x Reader

Welp, I think this one is gonna be more then a one shot XD

You were one of the most single-handedly annoying Humans Ramattra had to endure, and given all of Humanity was on his knives’ edge, that was saying something. He had his mission, his war, his duty to all Omnic kind, and you as a Talon agent were making this muddled - A Human who was an ally, even if it was hesitantly so. 

Those who worked with the organization were a colorful bunch, some fatalistic and grim, and then others were like you with your flashy attitude and manic personality. Sombra and you were in that same vein, snarky and short, but you were different enough to stand out from the hacker by coming to Ramattra on your downtime. Where Sombra’s RnR was spent on her various data collections and pulling threads behind a monitor, you spent your time pestering the Omnic leader.

Your particular flavor of pestering Ramattra was your vocal mimicry, hence your code name “Mimic”. You loved to use his voice against him.

Ramatraa read your file, he knew it was a Blackwatch raid on your small town that caused you to loathe the sham that was Overwatch, and you had to survive a traumatic childhood by mimicking everything around you. You could be disguised as anything, from a dog limping down the street to a trash bin dumped over on the side of the road, and through this unique skill you would steal food for other orphaned kids in your town … or you’d pilfer heavy munitions for rebel cells. You were a survivor, durable and capable, and slightly insane. You had to be if you kept pestering him so often. 

You caught him several times when he was leaving meetings with the other Talon top-brass, appointed his escort to and from his ship, and would poke and poke and poke:

“So, got any plans to make people suffer as you have suffered today?” You asked with half of your voice being your own, and the other more embolden part being his tone repeated back to him. Uncanny. 

He tried to ignore you, walking onward as you trailed behind; sights set forward to his docked ship. 

“Oh come on, don’t leave me hanging!” Your smile was too wide for his taste.

He growled. “Surely you must have some task other than to bother me, Human.” 

“Oh, ouch, are we back to that sort of name calling, Omnic?” You frowned with a mischievous eye roll. “Come on, give me something to work with besides your broody mode. A laugh, a joke!”

“You are a joke.” Was his quick spitted response, and he felt rather juvenile after letting it out.

“Again, ouch.” You chuckled and he watched from the edge of his vision as your smile faded ever so. “How about this then - When you’re in a better mood, and if you have free time, come find me?”

Ramattra paused in mid step and snapped his head down to look at you. “And why would I seek you out?” 

“Cause I’m charming and fun to be around.” Your smile grew in full force; hands on your hips and head held high.Cocky and confident. 

The Omnic aimed to give another quick retort, a quick bit of his words, but he faltered. That’s what you wanted from him, banter and conversation - You were collecting more of his voice. And for what end? You were using him, just as how he was using you. 

“Enough of you, Mimic.” Ramattra’s tone was deep, level, and it made your stomach churn. His red glowing gaze was intense and you felt your grin falter once more. “Be gone and find your sport elsewhere. I have no interest in mingling with the likes of you.” 

“Likes of me? W-What’s that-?”

“You are an adventitious tool for Talon and nothing more. You are barely subpar above the hacker and sniper, nowhere near important enough to be mentioned by your leaders, and your only real task is playing babysitter to someone who could crush your skull in with a flex of my palm. It is trivial and a token task given to placate someone as desperate as you.” The Omic turned away from you and kept walking to the ramp of his waiting vessel, leaving you in your spot. 

Your feet refused to move and you couldn’t find any words. 

“Keep that in mind when you try to talk to me as if we are equals.” Was Ramattra’s last comment as he ducked out of sight, and you stood frozen as his ship flew away into the early evening’s orange sky. - - -

The last meeting with the Omnic got to the ears of Reaper, with some deck crew tattle-telling on you, and the masked man gave you a mouthful of not so passive threats to back down … and a new assignment that would take you away from Talon’s HQ for sometime. Talon couldn’t risk pissing off Null Sector, not for the amusement of a mid-range agent like yourself.

You were assigned to the ass end of nowhere, at a monitoring station high in the mountains of the western United States, where Talon was piggybacking off official comms channels around the world. You were set in charge of a small team that was meant to monitor air traffic and report anything useful. You were essentially tossed to the side, put in time out, and your skills and true talents left unused for months.

To anyone else, they’d have probably been pissed off and brooding about the new job, but you had been discarded before many times, lonely and forgotten, that this was a walk in the park. You had learned to mimic contentment, to fabricate joy, and masterfully masked your hurt emotions with diligence to your task. This was all first nature to you, with the founding blocks of your skills set by a little kid who had to fake it till they made it. You remembered a time where you had to literally mimic the sound of a dying bunny to lure in a starving cat, a fine meal you caught with your bare hands; just barely above the age of ten. 

You were so alone, so sad, and scared.

In all your bravado and flashy facade, you had thought that maybe Ramattra would understand what it meant to feel alone; given his situation. You couldn’t imagine the weight on his shoulders, his task was unique to him alone, but you could still sympathize. And you dared that maybe, just maybe, you told yourself, if you could make him “smile” there was hope that neither of you would be so lonely.

But alas, he pushed you away. Red tape was laid out and you were officially told to back off.

That didn’t stop you however from using the monitoring station to your own ends.

You had your own hacking subroutines that Sombra didn’t have access to, your own unique flavor of single mimicking, and you easily tapped into Null Sector and Talon communications. You at first used your connection to pinpoint where joint operations were held, then you would figure out who was in command and leading the missions, and eventually you got access to an area’s security system and watched the battles from the comfort of your desk via CCTVs. And unabashedly, you were keen on watching Ramattra work out in the field. 

You watched how dominating Ramattra was on the field, and was fascinated with how precise his attacks were. His defensiveness was calculated, his offense ruthless, and he would annihilate his enemies with efficacy. You couldn’t help but find yourself mimicking his voice and actions in the comfort of your room, playing out fighting along his side and working out in your head how you could aid the Omic in battle. You found yourself roleplaying as well, making fake conversations back and forth with his voice and your own in your throat. Silly things, funny things, a side of Ramattra you were making up in your spare time. 

You imagined him congratulating you on a task well done, complimenting you on your fighting style, and after a few close calls in combat, finally him taking that offer on spending time with you. But in reality, you were talking to yourself, sitting in a barely lit room and dreaming of something that would never come to be. It was pathetic. The solitary time in the mountains was getting to you, and you knew that there was a line between boredom and obsession. 

On the morning you set out to end the little spy network on Ramattra’s missions, you noticed something interesting stirring in the signals codding. The Omnic and a few other Talon agents were set out on a stealth mission to steal a payload out from Overewatch’s nose, and where Sombra was there to hack her way through doors and watch through the building’s cameras, you caught signs of another person’s work doing the same thing you were doing. They were mimicking Sombra’s signal and watching everything she was doing. You watched from a third eye position as Sombra’s attacks were being counter blanched, no doubt by someone in Overwatch, but you couldn’t act - Or else you’d be found out. It was one thing to have a little network insight like you had, and another thing to be found out. 

You could get into real trouble, like the sort that left a bullet in your brain knowing Talon, but as you watched the mission go to shit, as you saw Ramattra’s shield being beaten down again and again, all thoughts for self preservation fell away. 

“Fuck it.” You snarled under your breath and got to work. Your signal turned onto the Overwatch line and began to attack it from the preverbal backdoor in a sparking battle; counter-acting every move it tried to do, by acting as stray code within its own network. You began to cause internal damage into the Overwatch hacker’s routine, mimicking your way in and out of its trappings to have the program destroy its own code.  

The actions caught Sombra’s attention as she was trying to open a door for escape, a weird glare set to her features. “What the-?!”

“Sombra, the door!” Reaper shouted out between shotgun blasts.

“Yeah yeah, I’m getting there - Finally!” She barked back with a sudden smirk as the doors flew open. 

“What took so long?” Widowmaker asked through the commlink, snipping off targets from above.

“Eh, someone in Overwatch was being fancy. But - …” Sombra stood up and dashed through the door; leaving her remark unfinished. The others followed behind her, with Ramattra pulling in the rear as he used his tanky tactics to cover the retreat. 

Reaper hummed and looked to Windowmaker, who had joined the escape from the shadows of a corner and a glare was set to her cold, blue features. 

You watched the interactions going down, heard every word, and both you and Sombra knew that; she knew you were watching and listening now. The hacker was the closest thing you had to a “friend” within Talon, and you knew while she’d try to not toss you under the bus, she might not have the choice; self preservation. But you couldn’t help but feel sudden burning guilt as Reaper and Widowmarker set their eyes onto Sombra. They had their suspicions on her already, you knew that after the failed assassination a few months back, and this could be the perfect opportunity to get her. And by “get”, they could easily kill her if they wanted. 

You couldn’t hide. Your shame of spying on Ramattra was meager compared to seeing Somrba get shot down. Your own self preservation was tossed out the window in a foolish flick of our comm into their joined link. 

“Welcome to Talon Airlines, this is Mimic, and I’ll be your pilot this evening!” Your voice mimicked that of a cherry commercial pilot, masterfull masking your nervousness. The group took a collective halt, stunned for a moment, but none of you had time to talk or argue. “If you could kindly get going? I can’t copy their single for too much longer and Sombra needs to get out of there before the whole compound goes into lock down.” 

Wordlessly the team booked it for the exit, with Sombra leading the way to freedom as you battled on; holding the line. You managed to lock and close doors behind the fleeing troupe, blocking Overwatch agents from getting to them at every turn. You watched as the Talon transporter came flying down to pick up the team, with Ramattra taking a quick glance at a security camera. You watched his crimson glow lingered into the feed, and even as he ducked out of sight and into the safety of the ship, you could feel the red flare burned into your gaze; with no amount of blinking being rid of the speckles in your eyesight. 

You were so fucked.

---

Ramattra stood to one side of the debriefing room, silent and arms crossed, and he was impressed by how you held your ground while Reaper drilled into you. You didn’t flinch, didn’t show emotion. But it couldn’t last; you were only Human, after all. Sombra was brought in as well, the two of you getting an earful, but the masked-man’s ire was majorly on you. Rightfully so, of course. 

You were spying on special operations of some of Talon’s highest ranking agents, and that would've gotten any other soldier a death sentence. Your only saving grace was that you never recovered what you saw. And with Sombra’s input, it was understood your system was nearly flawless. The hacker would have improved things here and there, a few tweaks into your algorithm, but it was enough passive praise to get Reaper to cool down. 

And then there was Doomfist. He was as quiet as Ramattra during the entire interrogation, and only spoke after Reaper had stepped back from your person. Reaper was the gun and Doomfist was the person who could’ve pulled the preverbal trigger.

“Agent Mimic.” Akande began, his baritone voice calm as he was reading over a datapad. Ramattra recognized the passing words on the pad as your personal file, specifically the disciplinary record section. It was a clean slate. 

“Yes, Sir?” You asked at full attention. 

“I shall make this simple.” Doomfist put down the datapad onto a nearby table and began to walk his way around the room, slowly making it to your side. Ramattra was reading your vitals and while you were keeping collected on the outside, your heart rate was steadily rising. “While you have been a loyal soldier to Talon’s cause, and resourceful tool, and have skills I’d hate to see wasted … You’ve made yourself a loose thread, one that has no damaging repercussions if I decide to have you removed. Do you understand?” 

You nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good.” Doomfist’s large gauntlet, with its golden fingers and heavy metal, was delicately laid upon your thinly padded shoulder. He held firm and Ramattra could see in your hardened stare a small spike of emotion breaking through. 

Fear. 

Ramattra could feel his system whirr alive from within his chest cavity, a fan kicking in to dispel a heat he hadn’t felt till that moment. 

“Very good.” Doomsift gave your shoulder a pat before he moved the heavy hand from your body, and your heart race quickened at the lack of his touch. Silent as the night, the tall Human walked back to the head of the table and sat down in a blackened swivel large chair. He sighed and closed his eyes, thinking. 

Reaper shifted his weight from side to side, waiting.

Sombra’s sharp eyes were fixated on Mimic, then onto Ramattra for a brief moment. 

“Ramattra.” Doomfist spoke and his golden gaze shifted to the Omnic. “If Agent Mimic was in your charge, how would you proceed with discipline?” 

Your eyes shifted to him, your fear growing cold in your once bright eyes that teased him with his own voice months ago, and Ramattra’s fan kicked up a level in intensity. You were breaking, as any Human would do in time. There was something undeniably egotistically uplifting at knowing your fate was dependent on his word; something cruel and bitter. Mondatta’s words of compassion echoed within Ramattra’s mind, a failure of a lesson, and it was one he swore never to head again. 

And yet. 

Ramattra uncrossed his arms and reached for his staff, with long metal fingers curling about the weapon’s shaft as he hummed a thought. “Were this left to me? This tool is still usable, even in such a blunder.” 

Your eyes never moved off Ramattra as he continued. “Agent Sombra has given her account on how Mimic’s network was undetectable, to herself and to Overwatch until the big reveal. With some reworking, and with proper guidance, this tool can be repurposed.”

Doomfist hummed deeply. “To be repurposed, a novel idea. And if I were to offer Mimic into your service?” 

The Omnic didn’t trust Doomfist as far as he could throw him. This was a trick. “I would decline.”

“I see.” Doomfist sighed. The tone was set and Mimic’s fate was sealed.

Unless Ramattra acted quickly. But did he want to? It was no secret you were using your network to watch him, an unspoken thing said in the report and after a quick dissection of your data. Why were you watching him? What did you want? Were you seeking the thrill of an obtuse fetish? Trying to gather information on Ramattra that could bring him down? Were you secretly working on the derivative of Talon? There were too many questions.

And thankfully for you, Ramattra wanted answers. 

“However,” Ramatta took a step forward, using some of his massive form to block you from Doomfist’s gaze. Your heart was accelerating at every passing second and there was a mild thrill for Ramattra in your panic. “If Mimic was to choose to transfer to my retinue, I would see this repurposing done. Personally.” 

“You believe they have a choice?” Doomfist raised a singular handsome brow. 

“I do. They can either accept the transfer,” Ramattra and everyone turned their attention to you, and he watched as you swallowed hard. “Or they die. There is no use in vague threats over their life now. They understand … don’t you, Agent Mimic?”

Your throat was so dry that it burned like a sunburn. You rolled your tongue behind closed teeth, trying to find some saliva for reprieve, but there was none. There was only one answer you could give. 

---

And that is how you ended up as the only Human in service of Null Sector, a Talon lesion for Ramattra’s personal use; half hacker and half confidant. Ramattra used your mimicry to every advantage, both in the physical sense and in data collection. You were given quarters deep within the recesses of his primary base, where the sun barely showed and work was grueling. But you were at least alive. You would adapt to your new life (for however long it lasted), as you had so long ago as a child. You swore to yourself to thrive, to make yourself useful, and to survive no matter what suffering the world would toss upon you. 

And of course, you wouldn’t let your flare fade away, not all the way at least. You just had to go about it differently then you had before. The first rule change was to not piss off Ramattra. The second was to not get caught.

So when you felt the need to speak to yourself, you did so in your room. You couldn’t hold back those ticks for sassy conversation. Using his voice, however meager and in private, provided some aspect that you still had free will in your new life. 

“Did you think me forgiving?” You asked yourself in Ramattra’s voice. 

“No, Sir.” You responded with a smile. “I think you are a dick.” 

“You dare?!” Ramatra’’s voice scoffed in your throat. “You’ll pay for that, little one.” 

“Oh, little one~? Don’t make a promise you can’t keep …” You blinked at that and felt your face flush. That came out of nowhere, and it was extremely unhealthy. Creepy and gross, even. You cleared your throat and reached for a cup of water, sipped it to soothe the ache from copying Ramattra’s deeper voice. 

“I’m fucking weird.” You chuckled at yourself nervously and got back to work, typing away at a report.

Meanwhile, from across the base, a solitary Omnic was in his workshop with an array of monitors before him. 

Ramattra knew your first task when setting up your room would be to weed out any listening devices and cameras, all which you found with ease … save one. But it’s location he kept to himself, for now.

You weren’t the only one who was capable of mimicking.

#overwatch #overwatch2 #overwatch x reader #overwatch x you #x reader #overwatch imagines #overwatch headcanons #ramattra #overwatch ramattra #ramattra x reader #ramattra x human reader #reader insert #overwatch reader

[killer-orca-cosplay]

Headcanons from my Lancer session last night, specifically about different megacorps food rations, and their overall palatability;

GMS/Union (they're basically the same thing in this case): Absolutely the bare minimum. They'll keep you alive, they'll keep you full, but they don't really taste like anything and dont exactly have a palatable consistency. I described them as "tasting pleasanty of nothing in particular", similar to Imperial Guard survival rations mentioned in the Cain books. Once again, the absolute bare minimum.

ISP-N (Specifically in relation to my character Lyons, whos an imprint of a dead Caliban test pilot now put into a comatose cloned body, and therefor a former ISP-N employee): Think the space equivilent of Naepoleonic shipping wares for a sailor. Yes, that includes space hardtack. You do get a couple pounds of salted meat-equivilent and a ration of booze, however, so it all balances out. Yes, space grog is on the menu. As are space-lemons to prevent future-scurvy.

SSC: You remember that little pill thing in the first Spy Kids movie? The one you shoved in the microwave and an entire McDonalds kids meal came out hot and steaming? Thats SSC rations. You shove them into an SSC matter recombiner and you have an entire four course meal before you, including fitting wine and appertifs. Most soldiers dont actually have to make it themselves of course, theres usually someone around to do it for them. Because this is SSC, that waiter may or may not be human. Or close to human. (There was a 20 minute rant about cat girl maids and feet following this take that as you will)

Harrison Armory: Literally just space MREs. Lots and lots of fried meat, and jerky. Oh, and also the return of the "rat-fuck bag", because of course that would be a thing. Just dont ask where the "mystery meat" comes from, its all labeled as originating on [REDACTED].

Horus: Since its not really a company and is more of a web presence, "rations" for Horus would consist of hacker fuel; Gamersups from a container with a waifu on it, mech-sized bags of ranch chips, and multi-gallon containers of energy drink.

Alternatively, its just raw memes shoved straight into your cranium so you need not worry about feeling hungry or thirsty at all.

#lancer #lancer headcanon #headcanon #lancer rpg #mecha #mech #mech rpg

[thermitetermite]

Prompt #18 - Dessert Creation

Tldr: After an awful battle Hero goes to a rooftop to mourn the loss of their beloved Villain. Hero sobs about their mistakes and the regret they have for not confessing sooner to Villain. Villain is alive mutual confession ensues. Hurt/comfort, Dessert Creation Villain x Hero

CW: Talk of death, implied death, burns, mourning, blood, dissociation

Hero had failed. They'd failed to recognize Supervillain's master plan. They failed to help when the other heroes needed them. And perhaps worst of all, they had failed to save their Villain.

They only arrived in time to watch Villain get burnt to a sugary crisp by Supervillain. The flan shield they created around themselves was no match for the raw firepower Supervillain released. The unrelenting blaze charred any chance of Villain's survival.

Hero had only processed what had happened next when they found themselves sitting on the edge of a familiar rooftop.

Everything felt like a blur to them. The burn on their shoulder was numb. The soot on their cape unnoticed. The dried blood on their hands the only evidence confirming they ended Supervillain's reign.

Hero sat there for what felt like ages, gazing upon the city skyline until the lights smeared and scattered across their vision. Tears. Once they realized they were crying it felt like a floodgate opened. They couldn't stop. Hero pathetically wiped at their eyes with the backs of their hands.

Why Villain? Why Villain!?

Villain was one of the few villains in the city who wasn't some deranged psychotic menace to society! Villain would never think of harming anyone. They were just some goofy Villain who trapped people in toffee or put office buildings in jello or some other major inconvenience. They gave out candy when they were arrested and offered other villains lollipops in holding cells. They ate sugar cubes chronically and paid hackers to get your Pinterest account so they could spam you with dessert recipes.

Hero wished they'd told Villain how much they loved them sooner.

Hero was sure if Villain were still alive they'd make a joke about smelling like burnt cookies. The ash left behind didn't offer such comfort.

They reached a quivering hand into their pocket and pulled out a couple crushed sugar cubes. Hero cupped the cubes in both hands, closed their eyes and brought their clasped hands to their forehead. With a croaky voice they talked out loud, perhaps hoping their words would be heard.

"I miss you. God, I miss you." They sniffled and leaned into their hands, trying to steady themselves. "It shouldn't have been you. I should have gotten there sooner. I should have known what would happen. I should have reached out more."

Their voice cracked as they continued.

"It should have been me!" They openly weeped. "I was supposed to protect this city! I was supposed to protect you!"

"How am I supposed to go on knowing you aren't here! How am I supposed to patrol what's left of this shit hole of a city without you sitting on this roof beside me?

How am I supposed to patrol without you insisting we bounce instead because you want to turn the sidewalks to jello?

How am I supposed to enter your lair without you demanding I open the windows you can't reach because you paid extra for them and don't want them to go to waste?

How am I supposed to laugh when I can't hear your dumb jokes? Or see you put on a shirt backwards because you want to see if I'll notice.

I'll never hear you crunch another sugar cube like some goddamn horse ever again. I never thought I'd miss that noise but right now... Right now I'd give anything to hear that horrific crunching sound.

I'm so sorry for everything! For getting you killed! For never reaching out to know you better! For being a coward who couldn't even tell you how happy you made me! How much light you brought to everyone. How much light you brought into my boring empty life! I love you! I loved you!"

Hero collapsed into themselves, murmuring tearful confessions of love and regrets. They were completely alone now in this world. Family long gone, a job that wouldn't take too kindly to "vigilante justice", and just losing the only person in the world they cared about.

It seemed like they spent an eternity crying when a stutter step came from behind them.

They turned to find a roughed up Villain standing frozen, mouth covered by their hands and tears in their eyes.

They couldn't believe it. Their body moved on instinct as they ran to give them the tightest hug, holding Villain's head to their chest as they cried into their hair. Both parties were a mess of crying and "I thought you were dead's".

It wasn't until 20 minutes later that they calmed down enough to even begin talking, still holding onto each other for dear life.

"I thought I lost you." Villain sobbed, adding to the tear marks on Hero's suit.

"I thought so too." Hero returned. "When Supervillain sent that message I flew as fast as I could, but I only arrived to see you..." They choked on the words while Villain pet their back.

"You got there in time. I would have... you know... But your arrival distracted Supervillain enough for me to escape. The moment she took her eyes off me I dropped beneath the floor using the flan shield as a cover." Villain explained.

"But when I finally got out and back to the fight no one was there. The only thing left was a trail of blood and tons of ash. I thought she..." Villain reached up to Hero's face, firmly cradling their jaw as if to prove they were there.

"I'm here." Hero whispered, placing a hand over the one on their jaw and leaning into it. Neither were sure who leaned in first but it didn't really matter. They shared a tender and delicate kiss, neither wanting to hurt the other more than they had been today. It was clear they both felt this way about each other for a long time. To Hero, the kiss felt like home.

When they pulled away Hero was the first to speak.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

Villain's immediate response made Hero's heart sing. Their next move would surprise Hero even more.

"Let's run away together."

"What?"

"You heard me. Just me and you. The world thinks we're gone, no one will ask questions, so let's just leave. We don't have to play this stupid good guy bad guy game anymore! We can just go somewhere far away from this and live a happy life together! I want this. I want us! And I don't want any of this to ever happen again. I know this is sudden but-"

"Where were you thinking?"

"Huh?"

"I'll follow you anywhere, but I'd prefer some place rural. I don't think I like cities anymore."

The smile on Villain's face set Hero's heart aglow.

Two plane tickets and one shower later the two of them stood hand in hand on a runway.

"Hero? Is this a crazy thing to do?" Villain fidgeted nervously. Two squeezes on their hand turned their attention to Hero's face.

"Yeah. But I wouldn't want it any other way Sugar Cube." Hero said with a smile.

"Kiss for good luck?"

"Kiss for good luck."

#villain x hero #villains and heroes #super villians #villain #hero x villain #villain x superhero #hero in love #hurt/comfort #hero #good ending #comfort #writing #writing prompt #supervillain #superhero #villain in love

[secularbakedgoods]

Masterpost: The Casefile of Jay Moriarty

The Casefile of Jay Moriarty is a queer romance series about a modern-day version of Sherlock Holmes' most famous enemy and his relationship with Sebastian Moran, his loyal partner in crime.

#1: Jay Moriarty Violates the Official Secrets Act

(11 000 words)

When ex-SAS security consultant Sebastian Moran runs afoul of a rich and powerful corporate client, he's thrown into the path of a brilliant hacker named Jay Moriarty. To survive, both of them must work together to unravel the secrets of Bruce-Partington Aerospace and take down its corrupt CEO, Sir James Walter.

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#2: Sebastian Moran Gets Mauled by a Tiger

(16 000 words)

Revenge brings black-hat hacker Jay Moriarty and former SAS operator Sebastian Moran together once again, with an egomaniacal real estate developer in their crosshairs. Derek Chapman is obsessed with high society and will do anything to climb the social ladder--which makes him the perfect mark for a confidence game involving a West End producer, a private sex club, and a live Bengal tiger. What could possibly go wrong?

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#3: Jay Moriarty Ruins Everybody's Childhood

(17 000 words)

After famous author Anya Clay incites a hate crime that hits close to home, hacker Jay Moriarty is hell-bent on revenge. To get it, he'll need the help of Sebastian Moran, the former SAS operator he may or may not be dating. But as Jay's plan hits one complication after another and the situation becomes more dangerous, Moran starts to worry just how far this will go—and what it could cost them both.

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#original fiction #the casefile of jay moriarty #mormor #james moriarty #sebastian moran #queer romance #crime fiction #sherlock holmes

[bluebunnyears-08]

"Hello Mr. Archive Guy! I absolutely love this prompt! We need some humor!"

Thank you! (This is Mr. Archive Guy again.) I loved what you did with "A Mangey Tale." Some of my favorite bits include:

"I was busy thinking how this other me led those dunderheads through surviving with my superior intellect!", Nine's voice had a slight worry."

"There was more and more, and Nine found himself APPALLED by this other him. Mangey was named because of how mangey his fur was, he cowered in the face of a threat, WHIMPERED, he even ATE BARK."

"I was busy thinking how this other me led those dunderheads through surviving with my superior intellect!", Nine's voice had a slight worry.

You have a good way with words!

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I hope that you don't mind that I'm "on a roll" with these prompts. I really enjoy sharing these with you, and seeing what you do with my ideas, Bluebunnyears!

This next prompt comes from me wondering where an antisocial loner guy like Nine gets all his money from. Not just to live, but to have the resources to construct all his gizmos, including a SPACESHIP.

I call it: "Spaceships Aren't Free."

I hope you enjoy it!

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We start with Sonic, escaping from danger through a portal and winding up back in New Yoke City, once again.  He is exhausted from everything he’s been through on the opposite side of the portal… and also hungry and thirsty. 

But soon enough, Eggforcers find and attack him.  Sonic fights them as best he can, but he’s exhausted, so he’s not fighting his best.  Suddenly, Nine swoops on the scene, helping Sonic dispatch the robots with a fancy new electro-gun.

Sonic and Nine exchange a few friendly words; Nine explaining that he recently escaped from the Chaos Council and is now hiding from them.  He asks Sonic to “follow me this way.”

A few minutes after beginning to follow Nine, Sonic’s stomach growls loudly enough that Nine stops in concern.  “Have you not eaten?”

Even though Sonic says, “It’s no big deal,” Nine insists on making a pit stop at a nearby convenience store.  

“Go ahead and pick out some food for yourself real quick.”  Nine tells Sonic.  

Of course, Sonic IS real quick.  There are no chili dogs here, but he zips up and down the aisles, collecting snacks, candy, and a can of soda.

“That’ll be 47 eggbucks.”  The shocked cashier tells Sonic.

Sonic’s chagrined to realized he doesn’t have any money on him (certainly not New Yoke money), but Nine calmly pulls out his wallet and pays for Sonic’s food, buying only a bag of mint candies for himself.

After leaving the convenience store, Sonic follows Nine to his new hideout, (a different one than the place Nine and Sonic first met in.). Nine mentions that having multiple hideouts makes him harder for other people to track.  

Inside, Hideout #2 is filled with all sorts of cool state-of-the-art tech… including a NEW SHATTERSHIP which Nine is in the middle of building.  

As Nine tells Sonic to make himself at home, a thought hits Sonic.  He looks back and forth between the bag of empty food wrappers Nine bought for him, and all the pricey hardware throughout his hideout.  

He asks Nine: “How are you paying for all this?!”

At first, Nine is evasive.  But Sonic points around at all the tech, and Nine’s new electro-gun, and especially the second Shattership.  Even if he “built it all himself,” where did Nine get the money for the materials to build even ONE Shattership... much less TWO?

After a moment of silence, Nine tells Sonic he’s actually a MULTIMILLIONAIRE, and all of it’s dirty money. 

Initially assuming the worst, Sonic asks Nine if he’s ever committed murder or done work for the Chaos Council.

“No and no,” Nine says.  “But there are plenty of other rich lowlifes in New Yoke City who’ve used me as a hacker.”

Nine admits that he’s hacked all sorts of stuff: corporate databases, security systems, robots, and bank accounts.

Disappointed to learn all this about his friend, Sonic quietly tells Nine that he wishes he could’ve been there for him much earlier in his life.  

“Me too!” Nine retorts in an angry sneer.  “But back when I was having my muzzle shoved in the mud, and my skull stomped into the pavement… back when my poor tails were nearly ripped right out of my body like a pair of weeds… you were too busy chilling with *your* ‘Tails’ to help me when I needed you most, huh, ‘bestie?!’”

These words come as an emotional sucker punch to Sonic.  While he DOESN’T cry, he’s so visibly hurt and heartbroken by these words that Nine is ashamed of himself, and starts blurting out apologies: (“I’m so sorry, that was INCREDIBLY unfair to you, you were in another DIMENSION back then!” and such.)

Finally, Sonic mutters out, “It’s okay,” and sits in a chair.  

Then Sonic basically says: “You know, what I don’t get is… where is MY variant?  Where is “New Yoke Me?”  What kind of a heartless excuse of a hedgehog would just sit back and ALLOW all this awfulness to happen… not just to you, Nine, but to this ENTIRE WORLD?!”

Nine also sits in a chair right next to Sonic, and puts on a kindly, consoling smile.

He tells Sonic that – for a while, whenever he had free time – he did research on New Yoke’s hedgehog population, including hacking into New Yoke City’s census database, all in hopes of finding Sonic’s New Yoke ‘variant.’  Just because he also wanted to see what “New Yoke Sonic” was like.  (It helped that hedgehogs are a minority demographic in New Yoke.) But though Nine’s research was thorough, he never found ANY hedgehog that could adequately “match” Sonic as a variant, (“not even on the most superficial level, like that ‘Mangey’ kid you told me about, a while back!”)

Meaning no variant of Sonic had ever been born in this world in the first place.

Upon hearing that “New Yoke Sonic” was never born in the first place, Sonic says, “Good.  Now I don’t have to find him and punch him in the nose for being such an uncaring jerk.”

Nine laughs a little.   

But then the fox continues, very soberly: “When all’s said and done, it just wouldn’t be fair for either of us to place 100% of the blame for how I turned out on your absence, Sonic… or any hypothetical variant of yours.  At some point, I HAVE to take ownership for my own life decisions.”

“But those bullies…!”

Nine reasons: “Bullies or no bullies… if I were really a proper ‘good guy’ at heart, I’d’ve probably gotten a ‘respectable’ job, at the very least.  Like an electrician or a computer repairfox or something.  Instead, I became an expert hacker, didn’t I?”

Sonic stands up.  He tells Nine that there’s more goodness in him than he gives himself credit for.  That he doesn’t think any less of Nine at all because of his past.  In fact, he feels MORE motivated to be an even BETTER friend to Nine, to make up for all the times he wasn’t there.

Smiling, Nine says, “I’m holding you too that, Sonic.  You’re doing a great job so far!”

Then they high-five.

Then Sonic starts to get interested in the new shattership Nine is building, and the story ends while Nine is showing off the cooler features he’s installing. 

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What do you think of this idea? Would you enjoy fleshing it out?

Of course, I don't mind! I love seeing the ideas you come up with! Feel free to send me as many prompts as you wish!

This is another fantastic prompt I can't wait to flesh out!

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Sonic felt as if he was going to collapse. He had been running for so long, his legs now felt sore, and his lungs felt as if they might burst. He was currently bruised and tired from the beatdowns he's been through. He felt his stomach growl, making him scowl; don't forget hungry and thirsty as well.

He was back in New Yolk. The city was as rundown and lifeless as ever, maybe even moreso. As Sonic wandered around, he found he couldn't find any of the rebels, nor Nine. He felt a pang of worry in his chest, and he continued to search, running now and ignoring his screaming limbs.

He glanced around as he ran, but found no traces of them, he called out their names but got no reply.

Where-

"Oof!"

Sonic groaned as he slammed into something hard and metal thanks to his reflection of mind where he was going. Looking up he moaned in complaint at the sight of the Eggforcers. He stood up, speaking grumpily.

"Ugh...Come on! Can't I get a break from all this?"

The answer was no because he was smashed into a wall by a giant robotic fist. After shaking off the dizziness by hitting his head again, he began to fight back. Well, he tried to, ignoring his aching body and exhaustion. He was slowing down, being beaten into the wall once more.

He was now helpless, his limbs being too tired and strained to move, his breaths shaky and dry. He watched as the bots got closer and closer...

Before they were suddenly hit by a laser beam. The robots landed with a thud as a familiar nine-tailed fox came into view.

"Nine!"

"The one and only! Now, are you just going to stand there like a sitting duck, or do I gotta do all the dirty work?", the fox's voice wasn't sneering or snarky, it was a genuine question about the hedgehog's current abilities at the time.

The hedgehog, not wanting the fox to be burdened with all of the metal dolts, shakily stood and spin-dashed a few, barely missing a couple times. Before long, all of the Eggforcers has been dispatched, leaving the two alone for a while before more came.

Sonic turned to the kit, asking where he's been, asking what happened.

"Well, after you left, I was captured by the Council dolts, it was torture having to listen to stupid plans that were bound to fail, not to mention a headache listening to them argue every five seconds.", Nine rubbed at his temples, before glancing up at Sonic with a smirk, "Luckily for me, they weren't smart enough to make sure I wouldn't escape. I used my brain, unlike them, and managed to make it out here, and I've been hiding out ever since."

Sonic's ears drooped at the mention of being captured, even if Nine didn't mention what happened, didn't mention how they'd shocked him multiple times, silencing him, something he wasn't a stranger to. The fox left those out, not wanting to worry the already frazzled hedgehog. As much as it annoyed him, he preferred the shimmering excitement and uncontrollable energy that radiated off the optimistic urchin much more to the pain or sadness that would take over when he got hurt.

It'd squeeze his heart every time, it made him feel like a pit was forming in his stomach.

This was no different, so he spoke before the hedgehog could utter pointless and unneeded apologies.

"Don't go on to blab about how sorry you are for something you didn't do. Now, we should get out of here before more Eggforcers show up, lucky for you, I know just the place we can hide out in the meantime, follow me."

He turned, using his metal tails to lead the way to the place he spoke of, not wanting to look at the guilt in the emerald eyes of his friend. He heard the hedgehog follow behind, more dragging his feet than walking. The fox noted this, knowing the hedgehog needed rest as soon as they got there.

They were passing a convenience store when he heard a low growl. He turned to the blue blur, noticing his embarrassed and guilty expression and darting eyes.

Ah.

"When was the last time you ate?"

The urchin merely shrugged, stating it was no big deal, but Nine wasn't hearing it. He looked around, spotting the convenience store across the street, telling the hero to follow as they entered the genuinely convenient place.

"Go and pick out some food for yourself real quick.", and at that statement, the hedgehog paused and hesitated, before speeding up and down the aisles, collecting chips, two cans of soda, and a bag of mint candy. Funny, Nine didn't know the hedgehog was fond of mints as well.

The cashier on the other side of the counter stared shocked at the impossible speed, before regaining some composure and stating the price. The blue blur paused as he realized he had no means to pay. Lucky for him, Nine had plenty to spare, paid the cashier and they both left the store, being careful to avoid being spotted by passing bots.

Avoiding any cameras, and being careful to avoid more drones, they finally made it to the fox's second base. It wasn't in a subway like the one Sonic knew and thought they were going to, it was in a secluded area, an area where nobody was present. It was as if any other presence besides the two of them disappeared, making the hedgehog shudder silently at the thought.

The fox noticed his confusion and mentioned having several hideouts to make it harder for others to track him. He entered the code, and the two walked in, the door shutting behind them. Sonic marveled at the space, all sorts of inventions and machines surrounding them, he found another ship, almost exactly identical to the Shatter Drive. It was missing parts here and there, but it looked almost complete.

"Go ahead and make yourself at home.", the fox's voice snapped him out of his trance. He had a thought hit him, looking around the base once more, the food Nine bought him that has yet to be eaten, and the fox himself.

"Hey, Nine?"

"What?", the fox looked over at him in response, an eyebrow raised.

"How...how are you getting all of this stuff?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, the hideouts, and the tech stuff, and all that. How can you afford to make all of these?"

"I don't see why that's important. You seem tired, you can take a seat you know-"

"Nine.", Sonic interrupted, pointing around all the expensive tech, giving the fox a questioning look. The fox paused, and it was silent for a while before he answered.

"Well, in simple terms, I'm rich."

Sonic paused, that...wasn't what he was expecting.

"What?"

"I'm rich. And before you ask, no I don't work in shops or anything like that. All of the money is money hard earned from my business."

"Business?"

"Yup, and it's a rather shady one if I may add.", Nine explained, which made the hedgehog once again pause at the response, before widening his eyes and hesitantly asking a question.

"Is-is it anything for the council? Is the 'shady' part blackmail or-"

"Seriously Sonic? I mentioned ESCAPING the council, why would I be working for a bunch of egg-shaped knuckleheads, one of them being a literal INFANT if I may add?"

His snarky response made the hedgehog sigh in relief, after that he paused and looked more curious than frightened. Nine preferred that, he didn't want the hedgehog to fear him, they are friends after all.

"Then what do you do?"

"I have a hacking business. People, more rich lowlifes than anything, pay me to hack into whatever pointless site or pathetic drama I could care less about.", his fingers ticked off the things he hacked into, "Corporate databases, security systems, robots, bank accounts, and more things I didn't care about to remember."

He stopped when he noticed the hedgehog went silent. He looked over to see the urchin saddened, ears drooped once more. Nine felt the tightening on his chest once more.

"I should've been there for you...then you wouldn't have gone through all that. You wouldn't have been alone."

Nine shrugged, trying to ignore the tightening.

"Yeah, well you weren't", his voice was unintentionally hard and snarky, but began to build up, "But it couldn't be helped. You didn't know I existed, all you knew was chilling with your friends. Chilling with your real best friend. Hanging out with Tails while I was alone in this crapsack of a city!", his voice reached a snarl at the name of his other counterpart.

There was no response, and when Nine turned around, he wanted to tase himself. Sonic's ears were drooped, pain and heartbreak were present in the normally vibrant emerald orbs, and he looked at the ground, not in shame, but in self-blame.

Nine felt like scratching and mauling himself.

"Sonic...I didn't - it's not your fault...I mean, you didn't even know I was captured or I existed or-or anything until now. I didn't mean what I said, I - my emotions...I didn't-"

"Nine,", Sonic gently interrupted the kit with a reassuring smile, "It's ok. I know you didn't. It's just...", the hedgehog slowly sat down on a nearby chair, as he voiced his thoughts, his tone firm and angry, not at Nine, "Where is THIS dimension's Sonic? Where's 'New Yolk' me? What heartless excuse of a hedgehog would allow all of THIS to happen, to you, to everyone, to this world?"

Nine stayed silent, before moving over to the distressed hedgehog, sitting beside him and giving a small reassuring smile. He placed a careful hand on the hedgehog's shoulder, getting his attention.

"You know, in my free time, I've done a check on New Yolk's city records. I tried to find a file of another you, tried to see what happened to him or what he was like, and it helped that the hedgehog population isn't that high, but I found that there isn't a single record of a hedgehog that even remotely resembles you, not even on the superficial level, like that 'Mangey' you told me about. There are no citizen codes, no birth dates or other records, or reports of a hedgehog disrupting the status quo, nor can I find any footage of a hedgehog that can run faster than the speed of light."

Sonic's eyes widened at the news. So a 'New Yolk' version of him didn't exist. After registering that, the blue urchin huffed.

"Good. Nice to know I won't have to find him and punch him for being an uncaring jerk."

Nine snorted, rolling his eyes in amusement before his eyes softened and his gaze averted to the ground, his fingers picking at the tips of his gloves in sudden nervousness and unexpected humbleness.

"Still, at the end of all of this, it wouldn't be fair for either of us to take one hundred percent of the blame, especially with how I turned out in your absence and any hypothetical variant of yours. I need to take ownership of my own life decisions, for how I chose to change."

"But it wasn't your fault! I should've been there to stop those blockhead bullies-"

"Bullies or no bullies, if I really was a good person I wouldn't be at odds with several people, including those rebels, if I really was a good person I could've found a better job for myself like an electrician or a repair fox," he turned slightly away from the hedgehog, staring at the walls or the inventions he made, he didn't want to see the guilt or hurt or whatever in his companion's eyes, "but instead I chose to be a hacker for rich people wanting to find dirt on their neighbors. If I really was a good person, I wouldn't be where I am now would I?"

It was silent for a second before Nine heard the hero stand and move over to kneel in front of him, he moved his eyes to the ground before he felt warm hands take his cold, slightly shaking ones, startling the young fox. One of the hands moved up to turn his gaze to the hedgehog, who was giving him a warm and gentle smile, the emerald eyes shining with warmth and reassurance.

"Bud, I think there's more goodness, more kindness in you than you give yourself credit for. I mean, you're helping me aren't you? What happened in the past, what you did in the past doesn't make me think any less of you. In fact, I want to be there more for you, I want to make sure you're happy and safe, I don't want you to hurt anymore, especially if some of it was because of me.", his ears drooped slightly, before perking back up as the hedgehog made a determined expression, "I'm not going to leave you behind like that ever again, no matter what."

Nine's eyes widened at how determined and serious the normally bubbly and excited hedgehog was. He really meant it, Nine deduced, and he felt his chest fill up with bubbly warmth as he realized. It wasn't the first time he felt this feeling, it happened multiple times when the hedgehog gave him so much care and kindness, things that were foreign to him.

Before he could stop it, a wide smile spread across his face.

"I'm holding you to that, hedgehog! You've been doing pretty ok so far, not enough to make up for having me pay for the snacks, which you still need to eat by the way, but it's getting there."

The fox's voice was light and teasing, carefree. Sonic snorted, fake offense evident in his goofy expression, he placed a hand on his heart and pretended to swoon.

"You wound me, Nine! How could I have a friend so cruel!", Sonic smiled wider as the normally stoic fox giggled, "Besides", the urchin smiled grabbing the bag of mints and a can of soda and bringing them over to the child, "you should be glad, otherwise, I wouldn't have gotten these for you!"

Nine paused, surprise taking over his expression at the kind and unexpected gesture. He regained himself, and took the bag of candy and sweet drink, popping a mint into his mouth he added:

"Alright, you're getting just a little bit more progress...I mean I did pay for this after all.", Nine smirked as the hedgehog playfully glared, his hands on his hips, trying not to chuckle, but ultimately failing in the end, both of them breaking into heartfelt laughter.

Nine never felt this light and warm.

Sonic then stopped as he noticed the other, currently being built Shatter Drive once more. Nine noticed this and offered to show Sonic the new improvements of the Shatter Drive 2.0, which the hedgehog eagerly accepted, with admiration and adoration present in shimmering emerald irises.

As Nine happily showed off his new invention, he felt at ease, he felt happy, and he savored those feelings because even though the hedgehog promised, the universe might take the urchin away from him again.

But he'll search the entire cosmos if it meant they could be like this again; happy, carefree...

Together.

#more sonic prime! #sonic prime #nine the fox #tails nine #oh nine... #nine needs a hug #hurt/comfort #with some light humor sprinkled in #fluff #sonic the hedgehog #nine deserves to win no matter what #because this is what we'd get

[rcguenights]

guess who ?? it's jae ( she/they ) again with a second muse because i just couldn't help myself. now i present to you kang deiji, moved to ansan about six months ago under mysterious circumstances. she would never tell but she's running from a past she wants to escape and thinks she can get lost in ansan to do so. publicly she works at at kawi-magki as a game attendant, but behind the scenes she's s freelance hacker who goes by the name rogue. as always, i'd love to get some plots going, either here or especially discord if you still need my username just let me know ! she has a pinterest board and a stats page as well !

unaware that she was actually born on the colony of astra, circumstances that led to the death of her parents forced her grandparents to take on deiji as a babe. living in the countryside outside of busan, deiji's early life was rather uneventful, boring if she were being honest.

while they took care of her needs, her grandparents were never particularly loving to deiji and it colored a lot of what she would end up seeking in friendships and relationships as she grew older.

currently 23 years old, her birthday is in november which will make her 24 at the tail end of the year. presents femme for the most part, but could be described a demi-female and accepts she/they pronouns. her hair is long and flows down her back and is currently half brown and half pink.

though her grandparents were a bit of a stick in the mud when it came to emerging technologies, deiji was entirely the opposite. any classes around technology and the history of it intrigued her. learning about the advances in cyberware and other technologies.

deiji found it easy to pick up on computers and other systems, dabbling in programming and computer science when she was just a kid. convincing her grandparents to take her into busan where each time she would grow to love being in the city, hating the moment she had to return to the countryside with them.

with her interest in technology, deiji began to dabble in coding and eventually what she would come to know as hacking. it started out as messing with the computer systems at her school, a more rural school system an all too easy target once she got the hang of it. if this meant that suddenly her lower grade in math was now above passing, then it was and no one was the wiser.

well into her teenage years she experimented with hacking local institutions and systems in the small towns that neighbored her home in the countryside. learning very early on to cover her tracks that it couldn't be traced back to her or her grandparent's home.

finally when she turned eighteen, she struck out with the meager amount of money she had earned from her part time jobs through high school and moved to busan. scrounging up what more money she could so that she could survive, living in small apartments that were barely the size of a closet, taking what money she could spare to invest in cyberware that would increase her skills and allow her to be able to hack remotely if needed.

something she learned of that with the addition of advanced technology in the world, so had a market for mercenary work cropped up. the world had become far more dangerous she realized, but fixers and the like were looking for anyone brave enough to complete jobs for cash that she knew she couldn't earn as easily with a regular job.

she started out with low level hacking jobs that she could do alone. someone was always looking for forbidden or secret information from a corporation or business in busan and more often than not she found with these types of jobs she didn't need to leave the comfort of her apartment to do so. as she slowly but surely started to make a name for herself, deciding that she need a moniker, an alias, all the good hackers had one. wanting something simple but edgy, she went with rogue.

after a slew of successful low level jobs, she was approached by a small mercenary group, three different people who had specialties looking for a mostly unknown but skilled hacker so that they could take tougher and more lucrative jobs. the more dangerous the job, the more the pay.

deiji would join them and after her first successful mission with them she thought she had finally found something for herself. for a person who hardly had a family, she thought maybe she had found one. for years they would go on to complete job after job, allowing deiji to upgrade her equipment to bigger and better, both in the computers and devices as well as her cyberware.

something that would make it fall apart around her was the closeness she had found with the defacto leader of their little group. a closeness that turned into a relationship that lasted for the years she spent with them. swept up in the idea of first love, she didn't see the signs early on. didn't see as they became far more controlling, as they became angry and possessive when they were under the influence and negative ways in which they began to treat her.

despite the near perfection of her parts in their jobs, it never seemed enough for them. criticizing her for the littlest things, becoming demanding, and deiji surely accepted it far longer than she should. but she was naive, never knowing that she didn't have to settle for this.

a nearly botched job became the last straw, their partner's reaction was violent and it was the first and only time that deiji was physically hurt by them in their anger and drunkenness. fearful of someone she thought she loved, deiji packed up everything she had and snuck out into the night, never looking back and leaving busan as fast as possible.

that was six months ago, deiji wound up in ansan, hoping to get away, start a new life. entering herself in the lottery to astra, but thinking that even so she would never probably be chosen for it. with a nagging worry in the back of her mind, in between small jobs that she's taken as a freelance hacker again, she started working at kawi-magki as a game attendant. it's nothing exciting and sometimes for fun she hacks the very games she's supposed to keep working just to see what reactions those who use such machines might have, get on her good side and you might just win a plushie or prize from a gacha machine or you'll be forced to waste all your coins on it.

all in all, she's keeping a low profile, hoping to never be found by her ex or the people she used to run with and she's been successful enough so far, just another lost soul in the many that live within ansan.

personality wise ; observant and meticulous, deiji is a bit of a perfectionist. sometimes she thinks she's all too well of her surroundings but she can't help it. she's always been bubbly and outgoing, but there always seems to be something behind her eyes even when she's like that shows she's changed since leaving her ex. the type to be looking at something and if you start talking to her, she'll keep to what she is doing and tell that she's listening because she really is. a multi-tasker. has a nervous tick of picking at her nails which are usually long and stiletto shaped. chugs down caffeine like its water, so she can be known as wired all the time.

plots

neighbors in jindallae apartments since she lives there ? she holes up there quite a bit when she's not working at the arcade.

you hang out at the arcade quite a lot and she's seen you a bunch of times, depending on how you act there, maybe she rigs some games in your favor or the very opposite and makes you lose more than possible. maybe you've noticed that and question it and her ?

she likes to hide in the corners of aquatica and just watch the various sea life for hours upon hours, maybe join her and keep her company ?

you speculate that she's a hacker somehow and want her help with a job or two ? she'll probably deny at first that she is but you're not convinced and keep trying to get her help, maybe you'll wear her down eventually?

after leaving her ex, she'd only be able to give herself to flings and has a fear of getting into another relationship, so maybe some flings, maybe you want to get to know her better, but she's not forthcoming about herself but you keep pushing? ( she's bisexual, so open game for just about anyone )

anything??? let's plot !

#rmnt:intro #. *. ⋆ — ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ᴀ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇꜱꜱ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ / intro . #abuse tw #relationship abuse tw

[mocacheezy]

Moca watches: TF Earthspark

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(ep. 11 -14)

Ep. 11 - Hashtag: Oops

Hashtag pointing out that the barn is the only spot that has WiFi before running after Twitch made me chuckle. Nice to see the problems from the first first episode with Robby remains the same XD

Once again FOOD IN THE VEHICLE

I love the way the root mode changes, she looks so pretty!

The memes. *WHEEZE* ALL YOUR BASE ARE BELONG TO US, the HACKER VOICE I AM LAUGHING, SHE IS GREAT

NIGHTSHADE SWEETIE 😭 They did great they are so awesome just *screams*

The size difference between big sis Twitch, big bro Thrash and the other Terrans is just so cute and cool. Twitch is barely the size of Hashtag's torso 😭

I also expected Dot to freak out more over the altmode.

Also WHAT THE FUCK?!?! IS THAT STARSCREAM?! IS IT SOUNDWAVE?!?! Do these G.H.O.S.T. bitches not keep track over who got detained?!

I am pretty sure there would be BIG CAUSE FOR ALARM IF THEY SUDDENLY HAVE STARSCREAM JAILED WHEN THERE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SOUNDWAVE THERE

I am just really fucking confused like WHAT IS THIS?!?!????

Ep. 12 - Outtakes

The amount of second hand embarrasment. Camera footage is hell and I stand by that.

Also Jawbreaker is... So cute and so dense and just wants a straightforward answer

Still tho he didn't have to insult Bee like that (even if he didn't mean to). His social skills will require some work

I appreciate Hashtag's enhusiasm but the second hand embarrasment for Jawbreaker is killing me

Also I am p sure that camera is either getting broken by Megs, or Elita and he will escort these two back home.

Also Optimus avoiding cleaning duty is just hilarious and I love it

"EXCUSE ME? RESPECTED ELI-" NO I CANNOT LISTEN I CANNOT WATCH THIS I AM NOT GOING TO SURVIVE THIS, POOR JAWBREAKER

WE GET TO HEAR HOW MEGS GOT HIS ALTMODE YOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Were it not for the fact it would make him sad I would die for Jawbreaker.

Elita-1 had workout routines that are too intense for Optimus. I fucking love this.

T-Cog 101 : CLASSIFIED

"When I feel it in my spark you'll be the first to know"

I swear this show gieves me the warm fuzzies, like there really isn't a need to choose something right away. It's just such a nice message

Ep. 13 - Missed Connection

Nightshade is a mad scientist in making

YO TARANTULASSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Very different interaction than what I expected but honestly? I like it. I'm all here for Dad 2.0 Wheeljack and Science Uncle Tarantulas

ALSO NIGHTSHADE HAS AN ALTMODE NOW AND IT LOOKS SO COOL AAAAAAA

I also really adore the way Tarantulas is animated. His mouthpiece especially, and just movement in general is so cool

I ALSO adored the fact that I was waiting for a betrayal but there was none!

There was no "You foolish protoform I used you for my gain!". Nope, this spider is just tired and wants to live a different life. And he enjoys Nightshade's company and wants to protect them.

And he does end up protecting all of them!

Again, I did not expect this at all, but I enjoyed it immensly

Ep. 14 - Security Protocols

Twitch is so, so worried it breaks my heart

Breakdown and Bee were buddies

Breakdown SACRIFICED HIMSELF SO BEE COULD ESCAPE AND GO INTO HIDING

Also the two of them are like bros, like siblings and BREAKDOWN DID-

Goth dammit THE GUY WAS ON SCREEN FOR ONLY A FEW MOMENTS AND YET I HAVE SO MANY FEELS

And the reaction of the Malto family is just heartbreaking

#moca screeches #moca watches #transformers earthspark #earthspark spoilers #tfe spoilers #this show is so good I love it #continuing it tommorow though because NOPE not binging this time!

[inertflouride]

The second prompt (again... you asked for it...) for a oneshot:

Richy was NOT the MWAF. In fact, it was Alan all along. He killed Amy, Hannah and Richy. He lured MC to Duskwood and now he is out and about picking off the group one-by-one.

Only one of them survives...

Oof Cait, this prompt is soo brilliant. I could never- I blame my masochistic side for asking you for a heart-shattering prompt but will it be weird if I say that I enjoyed it? Haha.

Anyways, here's my little one-shot attempt at making some sense *sniffs* . Hope you enjoy! <3

Shattered by your deception

WARNING: Mentions death, violence, trauma, torture.

"FUCK!", I gasp and gurgle out water which I almost inhale when my head gets repeatedly pulled back and again, held down in the bucket. He lets go of me after what feels like eternity, and I hold onto the bucket with my two hands, still huffing from the inadequate amount of air in my lungs.

"Now, I'll ask you again. Will you be a good girl and comply?", he asks me, sitting down on a chair with his legs wide apart and his elbows resting on his knees. He looks down at my pitiful state, smug with his recent achievement: getting ahold of 'the MC'. Finally.

Sometimes I do wonder, what if I had just left Thomas on seen when he messaged me that day and went about my life. At least I wouldn't be on the verge of dying. I wouldn't be the reason for so many people's death, aside from the infamous trio- Hannah, Amy and Richy. Maybe if I had kept out of all this and listened to his warnings, all my friends wouldn't be dying. They are all here in the same place right now, just isolated from each other, unconscious and injured.

"Go fuck yourself sweetheart", I spit back at my captor, making his jaw tick from frustration. He gets up, not fast but slowly, taking his sweet time and picks me up, his fingers digging in my arm almost unbearably.

"I see, still so arrogant? That's cute", and then he drags me to a room, his hold on my arm making me wince. He opens the door and pushes me inside, closing the door as he enters himself too. Panic kicks in when he takes out his knife. I move backwards in response and falls back on a single bed lying in the room. "Relax, I'm not going to kill you. I have so many ideas to test before that", he states, almost amusingly.

"Wh- what are you going to do?", I stammer. Suddenly he fists my shirt and rips a section of it with his knife. "What the fuck, you sicko?!", I shriek and try to push him off of me. He holds my wrists and tries to tie them to the headboard with the ripped pieces of my top.

"Don't get any lewd ideas. I have absolutely no fucking interest in you. I just wish to take a photograph of you in this and show it to that little hacker of yours, see how he reacts to it."

"Over my dead body", I state and move forward to fiercely kick his crotch, making him bend forward in pain. I take the time and try to free myself from the loosely held restraints, moving forward to run the fuck outta here.

"You step out and I'll assure you, nobody will be alive when you return", he sneers at me, sending shivers along my back. I surrender myself to defeat and fall on my knees. I don't know when but I'm again taken back to the bed, my arms and legs tied, my body morphed in a weird and perverted posture and a picture of me clicked in it.

While in my head, the same shit revolves back again and again:

What if I had just left Thomas on seen when he messaged me that day and went about my life. At least I wouldn't be on the verge of dying. At least I wouldn't be the reason for so many people's death.

"This should bring the pretty boy here too. Then I can end this chapter of my life alas", he beams, satisfied with his work and leaves.

xxxxx

"ARGH SHIT!", I wake up to him bringing a lighter under my wrist. I hiss in pain when he makes contact of my wrist with the scorching flame coming out of it.

"It hurts right? It did me too when my father did this because I failed an exam. I killed him though once I had the power to. It was pathetic, you know, the way he begged me for mercy", he spits sidewards as he finishes up. "Oh by the way, if you're wondering about the hacker boy. He threatened me and went on like, 'Don't fucking lay even a single finger on her or I'll rip you apart'. That was mean, wasn't it? Hmm, how should I pay back for his mean demeanour?", he tips his chin, "Ah! I know! C'mon, let's go."

He frees my legs and arms and again drags me with a rough grasp on my arm which has already bruised up from the daily assault. He pushes me on a chair and I see the others seated too, of course with their limbs tied. "What the- " Dan has a big gash on his forehead, Jessy is unconscious with a red giant red scar around her neck like she was suffocated, Thomas has a bleeding arm and a black eye, Lilly has hand bruises on her cheek, Cleo's the same too. What the fuck has he done to all of them?

I flinch at the sight before me, unbearable to look them in their eyes. At the end of the day, it's my fault anyways. I took this person lightly. Never did I suspect Alan Bloomgate to serve the Duskwood gang their impending death, let alone me who hasn't ever been here for that case.

He stands behind me, and pushes a gun in my hand with him holding my hands which are around the gun in his own, preventing me from shooting this very bastard with it. "Okay MC, choose the person you want to relieve from the pain they are suffering. Come on, you gotta do this. You're the reason they are here anyways. So, who is it going to be? It's not you can save anyone, you all are going to die, one by one. Dominoes effect, you know? No jokes? Fine with me."

I gulp from the mere sight of a gun in my hand, let alone aiming it at someone. Of course I can't do this, but of course this sicko will make me do that. I feel the grasp of my hands on the butt of the gun go weak when he firms my hands around it with his owns. There is no escaping this, what should I do?

"Hey boo", Dan starts, looking at me in my eyes, "do me a favour and shoot me first. There's no point of me living like this. Dying would be a lesser torture than what I'm living through. Also, don't blame yourself. Frowns don't suit pretty faces."

Tears start welling up in my eyes on hearing him. "I wish we could have that movie night together though", I try to return back the sentiments I receive which swells my heart even further. Angers me even further.

"Tsk tsk tsk. Hackerboy knows about you two? You're such a whore. No wonder I wanted to kill you as soon as I saw your face. Nevermind, time for action", Alan declares the last part and with his hands, forces the aim of the gun in my hand to Dan, and bang. No warning, no last words. Just like that he kills Dan. I see Jessy, now conscious, bawling at the sight of a motionless Dan with blood dripping from his skull. And not just Jessy, everyone crying at it. Well, that's all that we can do. Cry.

Will this day ever end? Will Jake ever show up? I don't know. It would help if he did. I'll be able to at least save the rest...

"Okay MC, let's tie you up now. I'll just let you witness the rest of it. Thank me later", he winks at me and cuffs one of my hand to the handrail, immobilising me enough in the process.

He opens Thomas up, aiming the gun at Lilly. Once he's at a distance from Thomas, he throws a pocket knife at him. "You know what to do", he tells Thomas and sits back behind Lilly aiming his gun. If only all of us were free, we'd have had him by his balls.

Thomas takes a sharp breathe in and pushes the knife in his belly, gurgling blood as he falls to his knees. I try to look away from the sight unfolding in front of me, but Alan notices that and pokes, "No MC, look at him. What kind of a friend are you if you can't do that."

He moves up to Thomas and twists the knife in his belly, making the wound larger, causing greater suffering and damage. I can't see this anymore. I can't hear Thomas's screams anymore. I don't wish to live anymore after all this. I can't.

"Okay girls time for you all." He opens up Lilly, Cleo and Jessy and goes further inside the house, with Dan and Thomas'... dead remains with him. We chase him to let us him them once at least but he beats us to that. What the fuck is he planning to do? We all look at each other and exchange a hug, a parting hug precisely. Jessy comes to me and hugs me, sobbing in the crook of my neck. I hug her back with my one free hand, rubbing her back to calm her down.

"I'm sorry Jessy. I'm so very sorry. You don't know how much I wish I didn't stop you from going to Colville. It's all my fault that you and everybody is on the edge of death. I'm really really sorry", I stutter from the intense guilt I feel. They all come towards me and hug me tightly. I falter from the emotion I'm shown and sink further in myself. We are all going to die...

We hear the creaking floor, marking his arrival. He opens the door and in his hand is a giant crossbow. "Surprise, surprise", he gleams towards us and positions his crossbow at us. "Let's play a game. I'll count ten and you all will run. If you get hit, you're dead. Simple eh? Alright, are we ready girls?", he explains the rules of his maniacally sick game and starts counting to 10.

Suddenly I feel on my hand making contact with someone who holds them tightly. Looking up I find Lilly holding my hand tightly, and further her hand being held by Jessy with Cleo following the trend. We all do not move even an inch from there, showing our defiance.

"Tsk tsk tsk. This is boring. Come on, don't y'all wanna live? Now's your chance. Hurry!", he tries to gaslight our resolve but we stand together, sheerly determined.

"Sorry but we have no wish of staying alive from the trauma we've witnessed already. We'd rather just die and not give you the joy of any of it", I flatly state, surrender resonating in my voice.

This pisses him off and he strides towards us with a murderous intent when suddenly Lilly falls on her knees and starts gasping for air, clutching her heart tightly. Cleo and Jessy move forward to help Lilly, patting her back when Cleo starts showing the same symptoms. I look at them bewildered and in shock from the suddenness as well as the way it appears.

"What the fuck did you do to them? What did you do?!", I sob and ask him in desperation. I jerk my cuffed hand against the restraints again and again to somehow free it so I could strangle him to death. "What did anyone of us do to you, you fucking psychopath?!"

He yawns at us and fawns a sleepy tone. "I had randomly mixed potassium cyanide in two glasses. Now I know whose glasses they were", he snickers at us when suddenly a bullet sound fills the place and I see Alan groaning in pain, clutching onto his now blooding shoulder. The door slams open and a hooded guy walks in, holding a gun in his hand.

BAM. He shoots another bullet at Alan, immobilising his other shoulder. He howls in pain and falls on his knees, deep agony in his screams. The hooded guy walks upto him and kicks his shoulder, sliding the gun in the back-pocket of his jeans. He squats down at Alan's eye level and says, "I'm gonna make every moment of this pain thrice three times more than the pain Hannah suffered. I'll make you beg me for death." He stands up then and kicks his nose, making Alan again howl in agony.

At the same time, I discover Lilly's and Cleo's breathing hitch before it completely dies. "Nooo-", I shout, though deep down I know it's in vain. They're gone. Forever.

The hooded man jerks his head over us and leaps towards the scene, hugging Lilly and jerking her stiff body, as if it would pump life into her. Tears fall on the arm with which he holds Lilly, as he screams from the loss.

"Jake-", I breathe from realisation. A pair of stormy blue eyes intensely look at me, pain stricken with deep emotions. I avert my gaze, unable to hold his gaze any longer. He lost both his sisters, his only shot at having any family and somehow, I couldn't help feeling partly responsible for it myself. I want to say that I'm sorry for your loss Jake but the words sound so harsh, so mean, so devoid of emotions that I repeat it in my head the number of times I actually want to say it out loud.

He frees my hand from a key I didn't realise he caught on from Alan. The moment I'm free I oh-so-selfishly start running away, from Jake, from the loss of my friends, from the trauma everybody and I suffered and mostly, from myself. I keep running, never looking back once, deep into the dense Duskwood forests.

I stumble a few times while I run, grazing my knees as I do so. But I don't dare stop for in my head, if I stop now, everything that happen will finally catch onto me, more than it has already. I don't wanna live like this. I can't live like this. Four people died because I was hell bent on finding Hannah's killer already.

I finally reach a dead end which forces me to stop. The cliff ends, marking the start of a blue water river several meets below. Had it been any other day, I'd marvel the beauty of this blue river. Today? I just want it to consume me, to take over my senses, and my life.

I turn my back to the view and take a deep breath. Finally I let go myself and let my weight make me lose the land beneath my feet. Suddenly I see two human heads staring at me, one with black hair, and the other was red headed. I see them both screaming at me, crying for me, holding their hand for me. But in this moment, I don't understand- why are they crying when I feel totally at peace right now. I relish the feeling of being in the air. I know I'm falling and I know it will hurt once I make contact with the water. But when I think about it, when I ask myself, "will it hurt more than living a life with blood on your hands?", I find myself not regretting the decision I made right now.

I take the two people in, one last time before closing my eyes and opening my arms wide to welcome this. The last phase of my life.

#duskwood #duskwood everbyte #duskwood jake #duskwood jake x player #duskwood mc #duskwood jake x mc #duskwood fanfiction #duskwood angst #sad duskwood writing #it's so tragic #duskwood oneshot

[dapper-nahrwhale]

What's your favorite wip fic you have right now? If you don't have a fav pick at random!

Oooo thx for the ask anon!!!!!!

So the one I have been working on that is so self indulgent to me specifically is my ninjago crime au!

[I'll put a link to the fic series in the reblog of this.]

It's got heists, it's got mystery, it's got dad ronin, it's got an emperor garmadon who rules all of ninjago, it's got lloyd being a baby evil prince, it's got criminal ninja who dont know about their powers, it's got it all!

It's mostly about ronin because at first i was writing a "ronin meets the ninja without powers au", then i combined that with my "the ninja are vigilante criminals because garmadon took over in season 1 au" and boom ninjago crime au where ronin finds these inexperienced baby criminals in the garmadon-apocalypse and decided to be their dad now.

I've been writing it completely out of order, with the first part I wrote introducing dareth, who wouldnt be in it till way later in the main story I have for it. But I wanted to write him so bad in it, it's a one shot in the series now. Might make it a proper chapter once I get there. Theres a few other one shot things I have in the works that I'm not sure if I want them to be on their own or in the main story too. Because it can hold on it's own, but it also fits into specific parts of the story so idk I'll figure that out once I get there. I have over 10k written for this.

The story proper is where I'm introducing all the ninja and what their criminal jobs are (kai is a grifter and fighter, nya is a thief and tech, jay is a hacker and a builder, cole is a fighter and a grifter, zane is a planner and tech, lloyd is a thief and a fighter, and is garmadons right hand. And ronin is a thief and a planner.

All of their backstories in this compliment and explain the roles they have. And as they dont know about the ninja, seeing as wu went missing right before garmadon took over, they dont know they have elemental powers and haven't unlocked their true potential yet. The only one who knows a bit about this is lloyd, who never met wu and stumbled upon the green ninja prophecy accidentally. And garmadon, who knows about the prophecy and ninja, but doesn't know that they're still around.

So they all meet trying to steal the same object and monumentally screwing it up for each other, and then they were all hired/found out about the job through the same person and they join together to go to that person to figure out what is going on. Ronin watches all of this disaster unfold, then jumps into getting involved, unfortunately for everyone.

Garmadon took over ninjago with the golden weapons (basically s9 hunted) but in s1, because wu disappeared and never gathered the ninja to fight him. And now they will fight him, not with powers or elemental weapons, but with their wits and wills. And because what else can they do in the face of total desolation. They became criminals to survive this world. And they'll do it again to save it.

#ninjago #b.text #ninjago crime au #ninjago au #b.asks

[lordelmelloi2]

kiara

Sexuality Headcanon: Omnisexual. Its Kiara. She could fuck a computer fully

Gender Headcanon: Oh my god, its Kiara. Shes over there eating mermaid flesh. "THIS IS WHAT GOOD PUSSY SOUNDS LIKE *GEIGER COUNTER GOING CRAZY*", literally indescribable

A ship I have with said character: HansKiara, KamaKiara. KiaraRose is the bad end

A BROTP I have with said character: I don't think Kiara is capable of being "bros" with somebody. I do not believe she has it in her to do "bro" things.

A NOTP I have with said character: Hmmm. A lot of pairings with Kiara I think would be ill-fated, because I think Kiara is actually quite delicate and people would mishandle her, or try to get with her solely for sex reasons, and she's much more ladylike than that and secretly desires to be treated more humanely even if she is the way she is. To be honest I'm not fond of many GudaKiara things in any regards. I'm also pretty tired of the "putting Kiara and King Hassan in the same room and seeing what happens" sex jokes to be honest, I think King Hassan has the sight to see that Kiara is much more pathetic than she leads on but Kiara would become like a hissing kitten in his presence rather than joking about fucking him.

A random headcanon: Kiara can make games. Kiara is secretly the backbone of the gaming club in Chaldea because no one realizes that a decent amount of indie productions in Chaldea are through her computer. Kiara's the backbone of a lot of the hardware and software engineering parts of Chaldea (LOL hard and soft ware JOAKE) simply because people asked nicely and she said yes and was watched very closely to make sure she wasn't installing anything she could take advantage of. Because of her capabilities she's always getting approached for programming help all the time to the point where she openly sighs in exhaustion whenever someone comes to her with a problem. It's very funny to see her run ragged for once despite being a super wizard class A hacker

General Opinion over said character: I love Kiara, I think she has a lot of depth and nuance and she's not as evil as people think. I think people enjoy using her as a scapegoat because her character does feature a lot of sexuality, she's the original Beast-Whore where her sexuality is a feature of the evilness she's meant to represent. But I think she's a lot more detailed than just being evil and wanting to have sex. Because there's her background which reveals she's been basically traumatized and fucked up her entire life, and you can tell in the way she acts that she wants to try to reclaim some of the innocence she was denied in her childhood, although her method of approaching it is twisted because, again, she's been screwed over her entire life. But I also think there's more to her than even just those things, I think her capabilities as a hacker should be explored in a legitimate sense, I think her competencies deserve examination. In the Fate/Extra SERAPH manga the ideal, flawless society she created literally was a society in which there was no discrimination for the way people where, and on top of that, it was first in the medical field and had cured several diseases and had pioneered research in medical techniques and even for therapy techniques so people could live and survive. And it was all presented as legitimate. Maybe I have the wool pulled over my eyes, but I think it's intriguing that a woman who was bedridden and abused her entire life, when finally using her power as a savior and a leader decides to create a society where people will no longer have to suffer under their diseases or traumas and are given the tools and resources to make it happen......

[caffeinejournalist23]

Suburban Nightmare The Scariest Part About Moving to the Suburbs is the Fear of Having to Move Back to the Hood

I grew up in the "hood" of Northwest Ohio and throughout my childhood I was repeatedly told by teachers and social workers "you have to have a college degree." To survive, to live a good life, or to go on vacation once a year, they never specified why we needed to have one - the adults just told us this from the third grade onward in a tone that was serious and haunted us as we clawed our way to high school graduation. Well I moved to the suburbs to pursue a college education, received my Bachelor of Arts, but then wound up jobless for the first 2.5 months after graduating, fearing that I may have to return to the life I thought I left behind in the hood.

This is what it was like.

Part 1/3: Restless

The first few days were not too bad.

I finished school on a Tuesday and had the graduation ceremony the following Saturday. Though I was anxious to begin working full time again after taking almost a month off to focus on school, I forced myself to appreciate having a few days to catch my breath after completing the toughest semester of my undergrad career - under the assumption that my boss would call me back to give me my schedule as promised.

But they never called me back.

I texted. I called. I emailed. Nothing.

I reached a supervisor in my department who promised they would make sure my employer called me once they returned from vacation, but the supervisor also warned me "if you get a new opportunity, take it, because I'm not sure what [they] are planning with you."

I texted. I called. I emailed - for weeks.

Still nothing.

Feeling scorned, neglected as an employee, and painfully confused, I knew I shouldn't go back; not only was I completely ghosted, but this happened on top of several occasions prior when I was not paid on time, not paid the proper amount, and even scammed by a company hacker. And I knew I didn't deserve the shame of going back to a place begging for employment where I had already been so mistreated.

So the job search began.

Part time. Part-time remote. Entry level. Entry level temporary. Full-time summer. Freelance. Temporary full-time summer.

The amount of key terms I came up with to expand my search for jobs ought to have earned me a certificate in SEO optimization. Within a matter of weeks I had easily applied for hundreds of jobs; some remote, some on-site, some part-time, some full-time, some freelance, some temporary.

Job applications had just one line to mention my education - school, degree, and major; I have a degree in English and Digital Media Studies. I could generalize my degree to a Bachelor's in digital communications. I minored in criminal and social justice. I took a digital photography class. I've completed course service-learning hours and internships with a variety of non-profits. I took an HTML coding class. I wrote a parody of Shakespeare's Twelfth Night. I graduated with a 3.6 GPA. I got an A+ in a digital journalism class. I wrote a 20+ page essay for my capstone that I plan to expand into a book. My second capstone was a documentary I could submit to a film festival. These extra points of academic accomplishment were bullet-listed in applications where there was a degree description space, otherwise these were only recognized and respected in my LinkedIn profile.

There wasn't enough space in the education history line to explain all of the challenges I surpassed or all of the awesome awards and accomplishments I earned while getting the degree to write in my education history. I started a student org focused on newscasting. I was the VP of our Black Student Union for 2 years and spoke on behalf of the union at a peaceful protest following the death of George Floyd. I won recognition for Student Org of the Year - twice in a row. I became the student manager of the student engagement department. I was an active member of the Latino Student Union for over 3 years. I petitioned for a town-hall meeting for students and faculty to better our DEI awareness across campus. I was invited to a one-on-one meeting with the university president. I advocated for PRISM and LGBTQ+ acceptance across our campus. I hosted and evaluated numerous surveys to better serve our campus community. I participated in a plethora of volunteer opportunities and campus events. I was an orientation leader. I was an RA. I served as a mentor to underclassmen. My name consistently appeared on the Dean's List.

Suddenly it seemed like my degree did not carry much value. Few job postings prioritized candidates with my degree type - "digital communications but a degree in marketing preferred." It's like they wanted the skills earned from my degree as part of the job description, not the qualifications. Most job postings didn't seem to value my degree at all: "remote communications strategist - degree in journalism or other related field a plus, not a requirement." I had slaved for four years; four years of 18 - 21 credit hour semesters while spear-heading a student org and working anywhere from 2 to 4 jobs at a time, and some trauma healing/family drama because the Universe likes to keep herself entertained I guess. I was the first in my family for over 4 generations to earn a college degree. I took out tens of thousands in student loans. I went to an exam on 4 hours of sleep. I closed work at 1am and went to class the next morning at 8. I had nervous breakdowns and still got my 8-page essays turned in by 11:59pm.

But none of that seemed to matter. In the eyes of employers, overcoming all of those obstacles and challenges did not reflect how I was a good candidate for their position.

The only thing employers seemed to really take into consideration was previous work experience; that shouldn't have been a problem for me, as my resume was rich with experience by having to work to pay for school anyway. I'm a previous graphic designer. I was an intern for a local newspaper. I was a full-time social media manager for one summer. I have various experience mentoring kids/students ages 14 through 19. I was a shift leader at Family Video before the pandemic made us close all our stores. I was a remote political journalist during the 2022 midterms. I've been a coffee barista and was promoted to opening shift leader after my first 30 days. I coordinated a friend's wedding. I became a freelance state manager for a remote election reporting company. I managed the student engagement department and adapted our traditional events to a virtual medium. I've filed parking permits and incident reports. I've painted yard signs. I've hosted people to their dining seats. I've supervised. I've lead. I've delegated. I've supported. I've created. And I've always worked so so hard because in any and every job I could not sleep at night unless I did my best.

The few jobs I did hear back from said they chose "a better candidate" - aka someone with more experience. Either places are preferring to hire older people who have had the chance to garner more experience after college, or getting a college degree is redundant - and that notion of my hard work, discipline, and financial sacrifices from the past four years amounting to arbitrary value was what really started to freak me out.

The college dorm I was escaping homelessness in started looking like a haunted house; the frustration and hopelessness was written in the walls. My life started getting scary. Had my hopes and dreams been built on a lie? Was college just a deferment of the demise set for me by being born and raised in poverty?

The vacancy of my roommate's absence was soon followed by my own absence of income, food, and purpose. No meal plan. No job. No savings. No fail safe. No side hustle.

And no idea what to do next.

#suburbannightmare #mundane photography #amatuer photography #photoblog #photography #poverty #inequality #hood #suburbs #psychthriller #aesthetic #series #photo series #caffeinejournalist

[hisredhysteria]

Locked In

Note: Just for fun—! I've been wanting to do something like this for Cutthroat because of the beginning manga panels, but thank you to my friend for involving Hacker in this—

TW: mention of murder and the reader in Hacker's scenario may come off a little yandereish in a sense

Summary: Scenarios to do with being locked up or in-? IDK HOW TO DESCRIBE IT—

Cutthroat

Once detained, the other correctional guards didn't feel they had to so much as roll when coming to their conclusion. They could have flipped a coin, asked you to pick a number from 1 through 10—hell, why not have added your name to a roulette wheel for such a heinous decision? Every single one of them chose to back up the other though, all as they anxiously informed you that it would be your turn to pick up their cowardly slack. The criminal going under surveillance was dangerous, but in what world is a criminal entirely not? If watching the murderer really was the death sentence everyone made it out to be, then you were determined to survive just to prove them wrong.

You made your way through to the lowest level of a dismal prison, an entanglement of keys finally jingling as they clicked into alignment with the room door of his temporary holding cage. Relieving the previously stationed guard of their daunting duty, it was as if he had been on edge for all of the five minutes he'd been standing there. Concerned about the longevity felt from simply being in the same room as a death row patient, he did what anyone would have done by wasting no time rushing out of there. The criminal was your friend for the night, silently elated as he could feel your new presence—hear your differing footsteps. The only thing missing now was a face to match the sound of your pretty voice.

"I've heard a lot about you.."

The murderer didn't stir, but did you expect him to under the confines?

"Cutthroat, was it?"

Growing beneath the mask across his face was a smile at your question; surely this wasn't going to lack any of his own amusement.

"Hm...~? Is someone there..?" He cooed, starting with a hum that made you wonder about the relevance of his serious tone after.

Was he joking or was he trying to be serious?

"Is someone ever not..?" You sighed, clinking the cage cell back shut without you inside. Better safe than sorry, you stood from a bit of a distance to be sure.

"Never usually this close...~" He continued.

"This close? ... I'm not standing any closer than the last guy who was here." Interested to see you encourage a conversation, again something echoed beyond his covered face.

"Well, the other one didn't greet me... He was no fun because he didn't answer any questions either..." His reminder that you really weren't supposed to be entertaining him, you swallowed an antsy feeling in the pit of your throat.

"Whatever it was that you said, it must have scared him. He left in a hurry..." You answered quickly so it felt less against your own rules, taking mental note that from there on out it was best not to respond to him.

"I only asked to see his blood...it's pretty on everyone, isn't it...? I bet yours is pretty too..."

Shooting your eyes to examine the constraints that bound him, Cutthroat was eerily still for someone in his position—with the staggering strength he had too. Silence filled the air once more and usually the killer would have grown bored by now. You had chance of answering anything more by doing so previously, and because that was so, Cutthroat wasn't ready to leave you alone just yet.

"I hope you're the one to take me to the execution room ~" He subsequently tried.

Admitting fondness so soon for something as easy as a blunt greeting and reciprocation in conversation, his attempts unsettled you the longer he kept talking. In fact, it wouldn't have been such a fever dream if he wasn't also detained for the murder of nearly one thousand people. Shifting in the spot you stood however, a step forward from the cell didn't seem like such a bad idea as you took it.

Discouraged by the tap of your shoe distancing yourself from him, he'd still test you a final time.

"You'll be there to watch my blood spill with everyone else though, won't you? ...Of course you will, who would miss the chance to see someone die..? Hm~ It would be nice to watch someone else die one last time though..."

His ending comment sat with you. It killed not to provide an answer, so you surveyed your surroundings to find no one but the security camera's watching.

"....Are you asking to kill me..?" You fell into round two of his deadly game.

"Would you let me..!?"

You jumped for how foreign it sounded—for how muffled and excited the gasp was. It had to be a joke or another intrusive thought, you really did not have a death wish for tonight. All you needed to do was pass time, but...what was the harm in a little fun? A prideful tease at best—you propositioned Cutthroat.

"Do I get something in return....?"

"Huh...? Is dying not fun enough?"

How insane he must have been to think that it was, but more so to think you'd forfeit your life either way.

"Is that why you want to die?" You asked, turning around to glance through the gaps of the bars curiously. "Is dying fun to you..?"

His small laugh was rewarded for your kindness towards him.

"Of course~! I have yet to find out if dying is as good as killing... but I'll know soon enough.. Maybe you will too ♡ ~"

Hacker

Lying to his own advantage wasn't a deed Hacker took part in often, but when it came to being on the receivers end, something about it was just thrilling enough. From the tasteful and underhanded way you trapped him in this room, who was he to admit any disliking towards it? Arguing with you to open the door would have never worked, and just by glaring down at the cruel silver knob, Hacker knew it was tightly locked.

"You did this on purpose, didn't you..?" He asked, your greater plan slowly sinking through like he was as thin as wet paper. A personal hell awaited him—all from the moment he told you he was going to be leaving.

"I suppose I should have seen this one coming sooner or later...it's just that I never expected it to be you holding me back..." Hacker added, and where you thought one would have grown weary or more nearly now angered, the way he spoke instead sounded intrigued with every last drop. Your breaths deepened however, stuttering to hold back a cry. Hearing what would be your back slide down against the door, he eventually caught on that maybe you hadn't wanted to do this at all in the first place.

"If it made you this upset...you could have told me."

You let the tears threatening to spill finally touch skin. If the solution was all that simple, did he really think you wouldn't have tried? Telling him your true feelings may have been nice, but it would only make it that much easier for Hacker to slip between the lines. As long as he didn't expect your heart to get in the way of anything, he couldn't plot against what he was enduring now.

"...It's not that I didn't think of bringing you with. Leaving together wouldn't be so bad. I need something new though, something with a faster pace—and I don't expect you to be able to keep up. This is just the better option for both of us."

Your body continued to become further distraught as he spoke, and now perhaps you were the one that was angry.

Had he always thought you were slowing him down..?

"Then..." You whispered, rolling your head back so it was flat against the door. Hanging on the edge by your words, Hacker must have had no idea how bad this actually hurt. "I can't let you leave."

His eyes lit up. It was controlling, but the fact that you thought you were the one with the upper hand made him feel like your competitor.

"If I wanted to, I could turn this door to ash using my drones... It'll hurt more later if you continue to sit in that spot." He threatened, an empty one at its best. Was it one he could even fulfill?

"Try it..." You inhaled, stuffy from the rainy vision. "Burn me to cinders if you have to..." Testing him, you knew Hacker wasn't going to do it. There was little to no point in the test because of that, but it was to spark his interest instead.

Working as planned, his fingers strained themselves on the singular bubbled keypads. His drones aimed at the wall facing the outside street, Hacker tried them for himself. With no patience or hesitation, he pressed a key sure enough to elicit a reaction from both drones—for them to crumble the waiting wall beneath their wrath. When nothing happened though, his wide eyes suggested horror.

"What..? How..." Confused by the lack of response, maybe technology was always a little faulty. Slamming his finger on the key once again, your quiet laugh in success wasn't what he'd been ordering. Enough to have slowly broken him the longer things lasted, suddenly this wasn't going to be as fun as he initially planned.

"You told me you wanted something new. You've never been locked in a room for longer than a year, have you...?"

#akudama drive x reader #akudama drive scenarios #I'm sorry for being less active lately #I haven't been coming onto Tumblr as much for....a few reasons... #mainly because a few things happened on here that are slightly discouraging... #and just weird... #I love writing but I've been discouraged from continuing on here almost because of more than just one experience — #I was also busy writing my other essay but...I noticed even when I did have free time I'd avoid clicking on Tumblr #I've also gotta start picking one draft and working on it till its done I'm gonna try I promise

[shinmegamitensei2]

For the SMT ask game, #14.

14. Best soundtrack

how could you Fucking do this to me. this is the most impossible task because almost every smt ost bangs and fucks and rips and i go to bat for 99% of them

but uhhh. i can divvy this up by era i think. and none of this is going to be coherent in any way but i think you should take my word as gospel because i'm right

The Early Years (1988-2000):

Majin Tensei II: SPIRAL NEMESIS

this shit SLAPS. the music in majten2 is, uh, quite frankly incredible on the SNES, and the composers (hidehito aoki, misaki okabe, yoshiyuki ito) were on some next-level shit when they scripted out bangers such as A.D. 1995 Story and Smash Up and remakes of two of the previous game's songs (which already were AWESOME) Flame Up Fragment and Bicarbonate of Face and and and,

idk play majin tensei. i'm about to become a majin tensei blogger and stan. did you know that almost all of the majin tensei manga is translated, and all that's left is the rest of vol 4 and all of vol 5? (grabbing your face) DID YOU KNOW!@!!!!

Shin Megami Tensei II

i mean. okay. you knew i was gonna bring this up. who do you fucking think i am. the whole game is wonderfully done and atmospheric, and even with the odd dumbass-theme playing in the BG i just, i dunno, i think it still gives me chills. loading up the game and watching the text scroll to the Title Demo is a lot, listening to that banging Battle theme is intense in a way that no other smt game has reached since IMO, and the Makai map theme is just... really sorrowful! these are the PSX songs because i prefer them over the muddied instruments they used for the original SNES game, but the original isn't bad either!

Megami Tensei II

i think everyone should bare minimum play Kyuuyaku Megami Tensei (2) at least once in their lives, but replace the ost with the original NES version because ohhh my gooooood holy shit there is SUCH a world of difference between the synths used vs the really muddied KMT instrumentation. that aside, the music is just... Good. the battle theme, Death Match, is incredibly intense, TOKIO Adventurer is a fun song to walk to on the overworld map (even being interrupted by demons every 2 steps), OMEGA is a REALLY good final boss theme... it's a bummer they don't get referenced more often! the last time they were was in Majin Tensei, and then again as a total throwaway in SMT5...

The 2000s (2000-2009):

Digital Devil Saga 2

both games go on this list imo, but i uh, i personally really like 2's ost more than 1's. i have no reason for this i just think it's nice. the battle theme Battle for Survival especially, but i just like the whole thing in general? sorry i have nothing else to say here

uhhh. i don't. have. anything else to put here. the other games in this category are good but their osts don't stand out to me... except for Strange Journey, which i. never finished. oougrhghhgfdnjdfjgdgh explodes IT'S SO GOOD THOUGH SO I?? HEARTILY RECOMMEND IT ANYWAY

The Recent Age (2010-Now):

Shin Megami Tensei V

don't talk to me about 5, but if you DO talk to me about 5, talk to me about its ost. of anything in that game, the music and sound direction REALLY stuck with me, it's probably the best the series has ever had to offer

i REALLY like Strength, and yes that is entirely because it feels like OMEGA of megami tensei 2 fame; but the regular battle theme Da'at is great too, and i spent an uncomfortably long time listening to fan recreations of it from the trailers because it was that fucking good to me. honestly the fact that there's so many different battle themes and they all slap is great, they're all fun to listen to. especially Destruction, like fuck dude did they really have to go that hard? (yes)

Soul Hackers 2

gnawing and chewing on 2's ost. i don't care how many people didn't like it, i did, and i think it's really well-done. very very atmospheric! Karakucho is wonderful, COMP SMITH is the GOAT (and i'm glad so many people agree with me!), and even the idiot theme, Cats and ladle, is... very cute! i never thought it out-of-place whenever the team started goofing off, since the idiot theme was never too jarring

... also, Battle of Devil Summoner is bumpin, i'm glad we got to hear this song so many times over the normal battle theme, because. hot damn

i'm not picking a favorite out of any of these are you kidding. except maybe majin tensei 2 that one is undoubtedly a beast. but like. i think everyone should play all of these games and experience their music and have your taste in music irrevocably changed against your will

#shin megami tensei #thanks for letting me infodump and lose my damn mind over these #its all i do any time someone asks me about the older games LOL #and also i needed a moment to go 'hey sh2 is good actually' #since i dont see that opinion too often in the fandom #ahuuhuuhuuh

[tomiokaslover]

| Upcoming Stories and Demon Slayer AU’s |

• AU’s for Demon Slayer: The Last Moonlight Pillar •

Author’s note: These alter universes are NOT official! They are simply just upcoming stories that I will be using in the future when ‘Demon Slayer: The Last Moonlight Pillar’ series has been completed. The pairing with in these stories are mainly for Giyuu Tomioka and Emily Mitsuzosake (Official character). If you are interested or have an idea of a super cool AU, feel free to give a request and I will add it! I also will possibly be add more ideas here in the future :)

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| Main Actor/Actress |

Giyuu Tomioka

Emily Mitsuzosake (Blue)

| Side Actors/Actresses |

Tanjiro Kamado

Nezuko Kamado

Zenitsu Agatsuma

Inosuke Hashibira

Kanao Tsuyuri

Genya Shinazugawa

Suna Kusari

Kyojuro Rengoku

Tengen Uzui

Mitsuri Kanroji

Obanai Iguro

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Gyomei Himejima

Muichiro Tokito

Shinobu Kocho

Lady Tamayo

Yuishiro

Muzan Kibutsuji

Akaza

Douma

Kokushibo

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Theme song:

Pairing: Mafia!Giyuu Tomioka x Mafia!Emily Mitsuzosake

Genre: Mafia AU, Romance, Drama, Action, Smut, Slow Burn, Ex lovers, Enemies-to-lovers

Trigger warnings: Foul language, sexual themes, murder, use of guns, mental illnesses, depression

Story Summary: Within the largest and richest city in Japan, it’s assassins, thieves, hackers and most wanted criminals are separated into groups of Mafia’s. Over the years, the groups of dangerous Mafia’s have rivaled against one another to gain more riches, power and territory. It’s a bloody and merciful battle all for the lust of wanting the ability to take control over others. No members of any Mafia of any kind are to speak to one another, for the consequences would be suvire. But what were to happen if the two greatest assassins and ex loves learn to move pass their lives of murder and crimes, and learn to love each once again?

Status: Not published

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Theme Song:

Pairing: Prince! Giyuu Tomioka x Farm Girl! Emily Mitsuzosake

Genre: Royal AU, Romance, Drama, Slight Smut, Slow Burn, Strangers-to-Lovers, Cinderella Inspired

Trigger Warnings: Cursing, Slight sexual themes, character death, mentions of war

Summary: Emily Mitsuzosake was just a simple farm girl living with her godfather in the Mitsu Kingdom. Her life was perfect, and her beauty and kindness was loved by all who met her. Suddenly, her godfather falls ill and the chances of him surviving were being threatened, leaving Emily to take care of the farm alone. She soon looses hope and falls into despair. She ventures out into the woods and meets a handsome stranger. Little did she know, the handsome stranger that captured her heart… was the prince of the Mitsu Kingdom.

Status: Not Published

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Theme Song:

Pairing: Teacher!Giyuu Tomioka x Teacher!Emily Mitsuzosake

Genre: Academy AU, Romance, Action, Smut, Already Lovers

Tigger Warning: Strong language, sexual themes, character death, mental illness

Story Summary: You’ve seen Tanjiro Kamado and his amazing, heartbreaking, and thrilling adventure while attending The Demon Slayer Academy. Now, this new story focuses on one of the academy's best teachers and lovers, Emily Mitsozusake and Giyuu Tomioka. The two people who risked their lives to protect Tanjiro and his demon kid sister. Enter their world and see how their love came to be.

Status: Not Published

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Theme Song:

Pairing: Singer!Giyuu Tomioka x Singer!Emily Mitsuzosake

Genres: Celebrity AU, Romance, Comedy, Slight Smut, Slow Burn, Friends-to-Lovers

Trigger Warnings: Strong language, slight sexual themes

Story Summary: There’s a rumor going around about the two most greatest singers and songwriters in the music industry. Emily Mitsuzosake and Giyuu Tomioka have been best friends since they were children, as well as having a dream of making music. Finally, their dreams came true and they became the most well known and awarded singers in the history of music. Now they are being ‘shipped’ with one another because of the songs they write about and that they might even be in love with one another. Is that true? Or is it something the fans can only dream of?

Status: Not Published

#Spotify

[celicerae]

more w359stuck thoughts

june is eiffel - not much i have to say in this aspect. i really like her as eiffel since they're both essentially the main character. eiffel's smorgasbord of pop culture references is a bit of a change from her initial characterisation as just being into shitty 2000s movies but i don't think it's that much of a stretch. somewhere out there is a huge list of all the references in w359 and if i'm able to find it again, i definitely see changing a few of them to pertain more to her interests. her being good at radio equipment is another shift from her interest in computers, but once again i don't see it as suspending too much belief. her relationship with jade as hera is something which i am definitely excited to write, with the added dimension of them legitimately being sisters, once pryce is introduced proper. not sure how i would mess around with the family tree at all, but i see june really idolising her (also trans) great(?) grandmother, and talking about how it's a cool coincidence. idk if i'd change jade's name or if they'd just refer to pryce as like, "harley"

jade is hera. this is pretty easy in my mind. i've already explained why i think it works with regards to jade being both hera and pryce, but jade and hera mirror so well with their loss of agency in the narrative, and i feel hera's is better explored and concluded better than jade's, so this will be a nice bonus for me

jane is minkowski. it's mostly a surface similarity, but i think the change in background really sells this one for me. i don't know exactly how i'll write it, but i get the feeling i'll have her raised the heiress to the corporation, which is where she gets the strict discipline. but she wanted to do something else with her life, and has trouble slipping into old habits on the USS.... hephaestus? i mean it's already a homestuck denizen, but if i'd change it to anything else, it'd be the USS abraxas. like caliborn. either way i'm changing the other ships (hermes, tiamat, urania, and whatever cutter's ship is called, the sol?) into homestuck denizens. off topic but i think thats all i have to say here

dirk is hilbert. i really love hilbert's arc and i think it's perfect for dirk. like i think there's so much moral ambiguity to hilbert that dirk's character just slots into perfectly. like, i'm in two minds about hilbert actually being morally justified, (although i am 100% in my conviction that if eiffel doesn't want to be a test subject he shouldn't have to be). while generally i'm a fan of the "villain survives to do good in the world" side of things, i think it's a bit unavoidable that hilbert dies, in a classical tragedy kind of way, and while it doesn't redeem him, in that mission he was truly doing what was right, which is what, in the end, i think dirk would do.

vriska is lovelace. what do i have to say here? alien badass? sapphic ship captain? absolutely batshit? they are just on every level the same damn bitch.

dave is jacobi. i have similar things to say here. both gay, both stuck with deadly jobs they don't want in the end. episode 52 will be fun lol

rose is maxwell. this is 50% bc of the dave partnership, 50% because she's the one who makes the most sense to have a strong emotional connection to jade. i admit roxy is more of a hacker/programmer than rose, but rose has the smarts, and roxy was mostly just playing it up for jokes. yes i'm bending the rules but not everything fits perfectly.

jake is kepler. i don't have a better thing here. they both have a dumb accent and like whiskey. i don't think anyone else fits better here

caliborn is cutter. already spoke on this, but the embodiment of toxic masculinity being so misogynistic that its gay.

overall, i would make each chapter correspond to an episode of the podcast, and i'd prolly do mini episodes too, and possibly restructuring them so there's not like 8 in a row. i'd still keep the same essential feel as the official transcripts, like they're a screenplay, which makes the most sense, but i'll use homestuck color and formatting.

#still don't really have the time for this but hey its a nice side project compared to my actual story #ngl i could use it as lowkey advertising be like if you like me writing gay people in space and the story structure of homestuck #boy do i have some original fiction for you! there's even a badass murder lesbian named calliope! #oh shit i could make pryce alt calliope that would be kinda cool ngllllll.................