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visualbutterflysworld · 3 months

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Forgive me? | Vhackerr

When reader and Vinnie get into a bad argument things seem to take a turn for the worse when vinnie says something he shouldn’t. Could this be the end or could this just become the beginning of a true relationship?

I low key had a dream about this type of scenario like years ago and randomly thought of it so :P also probably sloppy writing

“That’s so fucking stupid!” Vinnie screams at me. Vinnie and I had been dating for about 5 months now. We usually don’t fight. I mean not like this. We were fighting about us and what we were. If I said me and him were just friends he’d flip but if I’d ask to post about us he’d deflect.

“It’s not! You should understand about how I feel! I just want the world to know about us! That’s it!” I scream. “Yeah, because you want your fifteen minutes of fame! Such a fucking leach like everyone else!” Vinnie yelled back. I stand there with disbelief. He for real just said that.

Vinnie huffs before he realizes what he has said. “Y/n-” “No, fuck you, Vincent! You think I’m with you because you’re some fucking celebrity?! I’m with you because I love you! Because I love you more than I love myself! More than life itself! I was willing to wait till you were ready but I’m sick of waiting! I’m sick of feeling like I’m some fucking monster that you have to keep hidden from the world but, you know what, since you think that poorly on my character then we shouldn’t let the world know! We shouldn’t let the world know that we had any sorta of connection because we’re fucking done!” I scream at him. I quickly grab the rest of my stuff before heading towards the door.

“I’ll have somebody come get the rest of my shit. Please fuck off you entitled dick!” Is the last thing I shout before slamming the door. The rest is a blur. One minute I’m in the hallway of his building and next I’m sitting on my bathroom floor crying my heart out to my mom.

“Honey, I’m sure he didn’t mean it. I’ve seen the way he looks at you. I’m sure right then and there he would’ve said I love you too.” My mother says as I sob quietly. I told that asshole I loved him. Can you believe that? I’m not sure I meant it but my heart is telling me I did. I told him we were over but, I don’t want it to be over. I get a notification from my phone.

Instagram

Vinnie Hacker has posted on their story

“Yeah, I got to go mom. I’ll talk to you later.” I said and quickly hang up. It takes all my will power not to click on it immediately but my hands seem to have a mind of its own. I click on his story.

My hand instantly goes to my mouth. He posted me. He called me his girl. That asshole. I hear my doorbell ring and I know who it is. I quickly get onto my feet and go to my door. I open it and there he is. My favorite flowers and food in hand. I look up at him and he seems like he can’t maintain eye contact but he does anyways.

“I’m so so so sorry that I hurt you. I’m sorry that I called you that. That was wrong. Very wrong of me. I don’t assume that you’re with me because I’m well me. I know that. I’ve been known that..just I fucked up because that’s what I do. I fuck up anything good in my life because I’m afraid of being hurt. You’re too good for me and I honestly don’t deserve you but, I posted you on my story so now you’re like kinda force to be with me anyways. I mean I’ll grovel if you want but, fuck I can’t let you go! I’m sorry and I love you! I mean…I think I love you more than you love me but-”

“Vincent!”

He blinks for the first time in 3 minutes. “Yeah?” “You should probably come inside before my food gets cold.” I smile softly at him. He lights up instantly and quickly makes his way inside. He sets the flowers and food down before turning to me. “I’m really sorry! We can go slow! We can start over and pretend this fight never happened like now we’re officially dating or something!” I run up and hug him. “Vinnie, we’re okay.” I kiss him quickly and his face follows mine as I lean away. “I mean…you’re gonna have to do some major groveling if you want to be my boyfriend again but I think we’re still dating.”

He smirks, “that’s fine by me.”

This was so trash but I’m sick and wanted to post something so :P

#vincent hacker #vinnie hacker #vhackerr #bwwm couples #bwwmromance #oneshot #love #lovers #vinnie hacker x reader

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sunny-speaks · 10 months

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Hacker! Ren Headcanons

Basically just hc’s abt what ren does in his free time watching u, yk, normal stuff

Character(s): Ren/[REDACTED] from @14dayswithyou and mild mention of Harper from @/campwillowpeak

A/N: Definitely check out Camp Willowpeak if you have the time! Great VN in progress!

Trigger warnings: Minor panic attack after ‘And it is the worst feeling in all of Corland Bay.’

Um, mention of NSFW and kinks etc. Minors DNI !

Ren spends every waking hour of the day trying to be as close to you as he can possibly muster.

He just wants to be there with you in some shape or form!

The best days for him are the weekends, you don’t have to work and you can stay home all day if you choose to!

Some of his favorite things to watch you do is watch your anime, read fanfiction and a bunch of other things that help with his research.

When you indulge in your fixations, it helps Ren change himself accordingly to whatever you like at the moment!

You like science-y guys? Luckily for you, he took Biology and Chemistry in high school!

Totally not to figure out how to kill people effectively or clean up bloodstains, what???

You like artsy guys? He makes these amazing collages and collections of photography! Also took painting and art in high school!

Once again, totally not because he wanted the best drawings/paintings of you or the best high quality photos for his shrine, whaaat???

But having you read fanfiction is much more interesting to him.

He can see the types of characters you like to read about, your favorite genre, your favorite pairings, your favorite character dynamics…

Whether you prefer sunshine characters with a dark side, characters who look like they could kill you but are actually cinnamon rolls, two idiots + one brain cell, it’d all help him further his agenda of manipulating you to love him making him perfect for you!

And if you go into the NSFW section? He is frothing at the mouth.

This is his chance!! He can figure out what you prefer in the bedroom and win you over with his seduction skills! (not that he needs any ofc… have u seen him??? His dick is like 10 inches, that's a seduction skill on its own…)

(and maybe sometimes he takes advantage of the cameras around your place to listen in and watch you do some… intimate activities)

Whether you like submissive guys or dominant guys or service tops or brats, Ren is all for it! If you’re into some kinky shit, he might not be too into it, but he’ll give it a try for you!!

But if you share one of his massive kinks (ex. Breeding, marking) dude, you are so fucked.

Ren is straight up praying to his shrine that he can be the only one to fulfill your desires because, whoa, he would be soo good to you if you gave him a chance. He would literally cry if you wanted him to do whatever he liked to you.

Also you both like the same shit??? You were clearly meant to be!!

He sees you scrolling on social media and calling yourself delulu? (just like him ong) Don’t worry, he’ll be there so you can fufill your delusions!!

You’ll never have to be delusional again now that you have him!!

Ren saw you scroll through your Tumblr feed, seemingly spending hours lurking on this one account of… Camp Treepeak, or something. It irked him when he saw you focusing on this one character who had you swooning.

So what if that dumb brunette was 6’9’’??? So what if he was a pyromaniac??? He was just a dumb game character, Ren was real! Besides, Ren was more than sure that those missing 4 inches of height between and that fictional guy went somewhere… else.

You didn’t know what you were missing out on!! Ren was right there, always waiting for you to notice him! If you gave him even the smallest chance, he’d swoop in and make your life a living romance visual novel if you wanted!

He could be anyone you wanted him to be! At all! If that’s what it takes for him to be yours, he’d do it in a heartbeat!

(I have brought this up before lmao) Would absolutely be down to try and cosplay any character you aggressively rave about to Moth.

While he absolutely detests Moth for being the one that you go to with this stuff, he can’t deny that it's useful for him to tap into the call, mute Moth on his own end and listen to you go on and on about whatever you’re rambling about at the moment.

Your voice is so pretty, like a canary… Birds remind him of freedom in some way, some days Ren would like to keep you captive, hide you away from the world.

But then he looks at himself in the mirror and he sees his father stare back.

And it is the worst feeling in all of Corland Bay.

He hums to himself, listening to you talk on and on to Moth but can’t help and think, ‘Wouldn’t it be nice if I was the only one they ever sang to?’ and it sends Ren into a spiral of dark thoughts he immediately dry heaves at.

He’s trying so hard to focus on your melodic tone before he pants over the sink, body shaking. No, no, no, no.

No. He is not psychopathic. You are not something he can own. You are not his. That is not his decision. You have your voice. You are your own person.

“Hey, you alright?” Your calming voice shakes him out of his stupor. Of course, it did. It helped him get through nightmares, through hungover evenings where he just wanted to be with you, past his job when he felt demotivated.

Subconsciously, he knew you were just talking to Moth, but he couldn’t help but respond. “Y-yeah. I think so.”

“Mm, I feel that.”

Wow, maybe if he squinted, the two of you could be having a conversation! If it wasn’t for that lingering thought of his bastard dad, he would’ve been giggling on the couch, kicking his feet and twirling his hair.

…He was really getting into his Ren persona, wasn’t he…?

“Look, cheer up, things get better. I mean, my job’s no walk in the park, but it’s about the small wins!” He could hear the grin in your voice, you always managed to bring your emotions through audio, “Like, like! The other day, some guy on the street saw my subtle Attack on Giants jacket and stopped to me and said―”

“ ‘Yoo, is that AOG?’ “ Ren repeated the same words with a small smile on his face. He remembered how you reined in your expression before your face lit up as soon as you were by yourself.

You sighed and chuckled at whatever Moth had replied. “No, I am not a huge nerd. I simply have good taste. Oh yeah, remember how I told you about that one skater boy–” and your voice faded to background noise again.

Ren took a couple deep breaths to calm himself. He wasn’t his sperm donor, he’d be better. For you.

And the rest of his nights would be spent, adoringly adding to your shrine and his collection of your items.

Then he would lay in bed, clutching a pillow, wishing it were you he had to cuddle with but could settle for the plush, soft object until he finally won you over.

(personal headcanon that ren has one of those like, duck filled pillows he hugs instead of his stuffed toys which he leaves on display. Sometimes all the body parts just get in the way and he just wants to hug something soft… :(( like you :(( )

Which he would… one day.

#14 days with you #ren 14dwy #ren x reader #yandere #visual novel #ren 14 days with you #14dwy #14dwy ren #🧨headcanons #🌟small fic

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skinnyducky · 2 years

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...and what about it? // v.h.

a/n was going to drop this like ages ago but i just didn’t feel like posting it at that very moment...lol. n e ways, here it is.

vinnie hacker x fem!reader

Word Count: 960, edited

WARNING: language, and i think that’s it.

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It was nearing nine o’clock when Y/n got the notification that Vinnie had started streaming. With a smile on her face, she snatched her laptop off its charger and pulled up the stream. Her smile grew even wider the minute her boyfriend’s face popped up on his screen. She didn’t really know why she was so eager to see him, considering he was just at her apartment not too long ago. But that didn’t matter; she was simply happy to see his face.

Instead of starting the stream by greeting the chat, Vinnie was preoccupied with whatever was happening on his phone.

"Typical," Y/n muttered before typing in the chat.

DaddyY/n: get off your phone loser :P

The second she sent that message, the chat began flooding with fans acknowledging her. "y/n’s here" and "omg, the queen has arrived" popped up on her screen, filling her with nothing but joy. The relationship between her and the fans was nothing but amazing; they loved adored her, and she adored them. However, that didn’t mean that there weren’t a few fans who were indifferent towards her. She hadn’t done anything bad—no hurtful comments or scandalous tweets—that would warrant their behavior towards her. But, she honestly didn’t care. The last thing she was worried about was what a group of youngins had to say about her or her relationship.

Looking up from his phone, Vinnie’s set his eyes on the screen. He grinned from ear-to-ear as he read the various messages alerting him of Y/n’s presence. "Yo, Y/n’s in the chat!" He cheered. "What’s up, baby? Couldn’t get enough of me?"

Y/n scoffed as she typed her response.

DaddyY/n: boy pls.. im just waiting for you to get off your phone and play the game

"Don’t rush me," he laughed. "I was mentally prepping myself."

After rolling her eyes, Y/n turned her attention away from Vinnie and to the chat. She found herself laughing at the fans’ response to her and Vinnie’s banter, one fan in particular referring to them as an "old married couple," which she agreed with. Then, her face fell when one comment popped onto her screen.

VinnieFan01: Can this bitch fuck off?

Now, Y/n wasn’t one to engage in conflict with Vinnie’s fans. If the moment ever arose when a fan had something slick to say in chat, being one of Vinnie’s mods, Y/n would just ban them. Though, for some reason, she was feeling frisky tonight…eager to jump at this fan’s throat. Stretching her neck and cracking her fingers, Y/n got to typing her response.

DaddyY/n: @/VinnieFan01 and who’s going to hit me in my mouth if i don’t? certainly not you

If this was the real world, there would have been a few ‘oohs,’ a couple of ‘ahhs,’ and maybe the occasional, "World Star!" But since this was the virtual world, the chat had gone completely silent. Of course, there were a few stragglers trying to get Vinnie’s attention, but for the most part, chat was as dead as a cemetery—no pun intended. As for Vinnie, he was oblivious, too busy playing the game to notice that the chat had slowed down.

It was clear that no one was expecting Y/n to respond. Hell, she hadn't even planned on responding. And while she didn’t care about what some random "fan" said about her, she didn’t mind going back and forth.

VinnieFan01: @/DaddyY/n You’re just a hoe. Nothing but Vinnie’s plaything. I hope you know he’s going to break up with you the second he realizes you’re nothing but a cum dumpster.

"Oh, so you wanna take it there?" Y/n snickered.

DaddyY/n: @/VinnieFan01 i may be a cum dumpster, but im vinnie’s cum dumpster. and if and when he does break up with me, who’s he going to run to? you? pls.. maybe in your wet dreams

VinnieFan01: @/DaddyY/n So, doesn’t change the fact that you’re a slut.

DaddyY/n: @/VinnieFan01 …and what about it? i got your fav and you got what... ? fantasies? sucks to be you i guess

It was at that moment that Vinnie decided to glance over at chat. The first thing he noticed was that barely anyone had said a word. The second thing was Y/n’s latest reply to VinnieFan01. "What…the…fuck?" He couldn't help the smirk creeping up on his face as he scrolled and read over the exchange between his girlfriend and his "fan."

He huffed, trying to hide the smile on his face. "Bro, what the hell?"

Y/n burst into laughter at his confusion. She wiped away a few stray tears before typing:

DaddyY/n: vinnie.. stay out of it boo. lemme take care of this

Throwing his hands up, Vinnie returned his focus back to the game. "Handle your shit, babe."

With that, Y/n resumed her conversation with the oh-so fantastic VinnieFan01.

VinnieFan01: @/DaddyY/n You’re exposing your true colors. You’re just as ugly on the inside as you are on the outside.

DaddyY/n: @/VinnieFan01 pee-pee poo-poo idc.. you got anything else to say?

VinnieFan01: @/DaddyY/n Just want to let you know that I can’t stand you.

DaddyY/n: @/VinnieFan01 well.. if im such a problem for you, i can take care of that

With a flick of her wrist and just three clicks, Y/n banned VinnieFan01. She was sure this wouldn’t be the last of angry Vinnie fans coming her way, but she was sure that most of them got the memo that she wasn’t the one or the two.

Once the first match of the stream was over, Vinnie peered over at the chat, finding it back to normal. "Are you done wreaking havoc, Y/n?" He teased.

DaddyY/n: you call that wreaking havoc.. i call that sending a message.

And that’s exactly what she did.

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tag list: @barbietiingz @tvdsure @hwrteye @bxbyyyjocelyn

#vinnie #vinnie imagine #vinnie x reader #vinnie imagines #vinnie hacker #vinnie hacker imagine #vinnie hacker x reader #vinnie hacker fanfic #vinnie hacker x you #vinnie hacker x y/n #vincent hacker #vhackerr #tiktok imagine

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mothric · 4 months

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hello my fellow autism havers I have a favour to ask

so I've discovered one of my special interests is "people in extremely niche video game communities with extremely specific skills who do insane things with limited technology that was not designed to do the insane things they're making it do"

FOR EXAMPLE:

the 13 year old kid who just beat Tetris by reaching its killscreen for the first time in 35 years of Tetris history

Tim Follin, who made ridiculously good video game soundtracks for the most mediocre NES, SNES, and arcade games that all pushed their soundchips to their absolute limit

the half-A-press mario 64 guy who talked about parallel universes, does anyone remember that guy??

the guy who used Super Mario World's code to overwrite itself with a fully playable version of Flappy Bird

the guy who made Pokemon Red (also fully playable) inside Minecraft

I do not understand what any of these people do or how they do it, and I have no interest in doing what they do. but every single time I find out about some absolutely bonkers hyperspecific accomplishment like this, 500 million neurons fire in my brain all at once and I am enveloped in such rapturous joy that I feel like I'm going to fold up and transform into a giant mech and blast the sun into smithereens. I love these people and their achievements so so much. I love trying and failing to understand the logistics of what they did.

so basically what I am asking is if anyone knows any more about ANYTHING like this - any pro gamer, speedrunner, ROM hacker, etc, who's devoted inordinate amounts of time and energy into breaking games, pushing primitive machines to their limits, setting records I didn't know existed, and accomplishing things that have very few real-world ramifications but are cool as hell within their respective communities. the types of things that make bystanders sneer "imagine if they put this much energy into curing cancer" but make ME go "yes! yes!!! I love you for achieving your deranged goals!!! do it more!!!!!!"

be it videos, articles, or your own infodumps, I'll happily devour any information you have. thank you in advance my compatriots

#BEGGING you all to come through for me on this. I know you've got information and I'm dying to have it #video games #tetris #speedrunning #genuinely I'm not sure how to tag this but I'm going to trust in tumblr just this once to pass something around for me #DON'T FAIL ME NOW. i need this. i cannot emphasize this enough #jan 2024

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boozenboze · 1 year

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Kyle Garrick x Male reader

Summary:You,M/n L/n is a new member of Task Force 141 and Gaz takes a particular liking to him.

Females,She/Her,She/They

M/n L/n also known as seargent C/n was one of Task Force 141’s newest teammates.When Price first announced that a new member was arriving he and the others first thought that he’d just be another soilder they’d have to train.Although that thought was changed when Laswell had informed him that the e/c eyed male was being sent under General Shepherds orders.She said that he was also known to be one of the best snipers and also used to be a hacker for the cartel.But that’s gonna be a story for another time.

A few days had gone by and Gaz felt pretty nervous to say the least.He had no real reason to be but for some reason he was.When he had first heard about the new soilders arrival he wasn’t expecting much.Well,that was until Price showed the males file.His focus wasn’t on anything else but the picture shown on the front.The man was handsome?gorgeous?pretty?He couldn’t think of the right words to describe the h/c haired male.

Now here he was,standing in front of the person that he was conflicted about.The guy was all types of attractive in person.He had a very bright smile as well which could’ve and should’ve blinded him.Though something was captivating him and he honestly didn’t wanna look away.

“Alright will one of you show the newbie around the base?”Price asked while taking a long drag of his cigar.Right when Soap was about to volunteer Gaz suddenly blurted out.

“I’ll show him around!....if that’s ok,sir.”Everyone (minus Ghost)stared at him with amusement.Price chuckled before waving them all off,departing back to his room to do whatever.

“Ok,you gonna show me around now or what?”You said now standing beside him as he nodded in response,motioning you to follow him.

Getting to know each other(a little to personally)

A few weeks had gone by after your arrival.You made pretty good friends with most of the soilders.Some even took it upon themselves to ask you to teach them some of your techniques.This made Gaz wanna talk to you more,hopeful that he could spend more time with you.It didn’t matter where you were or what you were doing the male was always near you.Wether it being on the base,in your room,or him just following you around like a lost puppy.

The two of you could often be seen sitting in the kitchen talking about nothing.It just seemed as if he and you were the only people in existence in his vision.Moments like this made made him feel bubbly.Whenever you were cooking a meal for yourself Gaz is always conveniently in the kitchen,peering over your shoulder.

“What are you cooking it smells nice.”He would ask,hoping that you would catch the hint of him wanting some in which you did.He was to obvious.No matter what you made he somehow always managed to have you share with him.Sometimes you’d feed him with your fork,unknowingly sharing an indirect kiss.Soap once tried to have a taste of the food you made but Gaz gave him one of the most bone chilling stares in existence.Soap never approached you again when you were making food.

On nights which were labeled as restless Gaz would slip his into your room while you were sleeping.No matter how quiet he attempts to be he never fails to wake you.He never has a clear reason as to why he had snuck into your room at midnight but you didn’t bother questioning.When he did do that he’d usually lay on your chest and listen to your heartbeat.

When he isn’t sneaking into your room late at night Gaz would be laying on your bed,head in your lap as you read a few books that you had taken a liking to.He thinks that your voice is very nice to listen to,and it never fails to lull him into slumber.One time Price had came into your to ask you something,but when he saw Gaz sleeping in your lap while you were reading a book he said nothing,he only sighed and smiled before shutting the door.

Things are getting pretty Interesting

Right now you were in your room filling out some paperwork that was due in a few days.You had your headphones on listening to whatever genre of music that helped you relax as you filled out the last paper.At that moment the sound of your room door opening caught your attention.You spun around in your chair to see a familiar male with his usual hat on.

“Hey Kyle ya’ need something?”You asked crossing your legs and cocking your head to the side.

“Just wanted to ask if you wanted to take a walk with me and the others.”Gaz asked with slight shyness.You furrowed your eyebrows before looking back at the paper that you were finishing up.After a few moments of silence and Kyle standing there awkwardly you finally spoke up.

“Ok i don’t see why not let’s go.”You said while standing up heading towards the door,not before snatching the males hat off his head and running out the room.You had done it as a light hearted joke but what you hadn’t known was that.

Kyle did not play when it came to his hat and could be quite the wild card

You were expecting him to just run up and take his hat back,which he did just not in the way you had invisioned.The male was hot on your tail and the simple joke you had made turned into a game of hardcore tag.You could’ve given his hat back at any moment now but you were enjoying him chasing you a bit to much.

“M/n give me back my bloody hat!”Kyle shouted from down the hallway.He almost tripped over his own feet trying to catch up to you.

Right when you were about to turn down the hallway you were stopping by a familiar mask wearing male.

“What are you doing?”Ghost questioned while glancing down the hallway to see Gaz rushing towards you two.The 6’4 male muttered something under his breath before moving out the way and continued to his destination.Right when you were about to continue running you were tackled to the ground.

Your vision was blurry for a moment until it cleared and Kyle was on top of you.He had you pinned under him and he was on top of you trying to catch his.The sound of mixed panting was replaced by laughter emmiting from the h/c haired male.Kyle stared at him with hooded eyes,taking in the breathtaking sight that was conveniently beneath him.Once you stopped laughing you took a moment to stare back at the male who stared at you.Neither of you knew who moved first,but the warmth of each other’s lips were the only thing you felt.It started off as a slow and awkward make out but then it ended with you on his lap.The kiss turned more passionate by the second,and his hands landed on your waist.You both pulled away now staring into each other’s eyes.

“Well this wasn’t how I expected my afternoon to be.”M/n said while Kyle chuckled in response.

“Ya’ me neither.”Kyle said while resting his head on the other males shoulder

This is was just the start of your new relationship

A/n:Send requests I’m gonna run out of ideas soon

#SEND REQUESTS #kyle garrick x male reader #kyle garrick #gay #Ghost #Price #lgbtq #Soap #Male reader #male y/n #Gaz x Male reader #Gaz is Babygirl #cod x male reader #Mw2 #mw2 x male reader

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stealingyourbones · 11 months

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The starter profile picture on tumblr can be a square. One might even say, a box. Would Boxy, Lord of the Rectangular, The Box Ghost Himself, be able to intrude upon Technus's domain and seize control of the bot army of Tumblr?

@bonebrokebuddy responding because twin showed this to me and I became enraptured with this ask.

It really depends on what you consider a box, or the abstraction of a box. In my opinion, The Box Ghost would be able to force his control of boxes upon whatever he perceives to be a box.

The real issue is that nearly all bots I find have profilers of random women. So I’d imagine that a good portion of the bots would remain untouched.

But again, we must ask the question, “what would the box ghost consider a box?”

I’d argue personally that Boxy would be able to control not just the blogs of tumblr users or bots with the standard starter profile images, but every ask box that is enabled on the site.

I’d imagine it would open a “hey pee brain, you teleport?” type timeline where tumblr users would at first be confused to this flood of similar messages invading their askbox, then discover that this mysterious ‘virus’ that’s been taking over people’s blogs to use their ask boxes seems to have an actual person behind it and isn’t just a bot.

A massive surge of users would likely try to uncover the mystery behind who is behind it all, getting slowly pieces of information from the person behind the ‘virus’ who’s obsessed with boxes and all things rectangular. Eventually, bits of personal information releases, that the man behind the virus is dead and died in a box related incident (y’all can choose how, I’d imagine there’s multiple hc backstories for boxy), and the town & GZ he lives in. People would praise this absolutely insane ARG (and condemn. To many the ‘Box Ghost’ was a hacker that took over blogs and rendered them unusable for a period of time. rightly so, a good section of the website would dislike Boxy, especially of their blog or mutuals of theirs got affected.) until a user leaked that The Box Ghost was in fact, an actual being sighted often in Amity Park.

Then another user found a website of a government department funded to hunt ghost that listed a ‘box ghost’ as a dangerous ectoentity.

The discoveries from there came rapidly.

- papers by the Drs Fenton were found outlining how ghosts functioned

- posts from people in Amity Park complaining about frequent ghost attacks and drills

- social media that condemned and praised a ghost named “Inviso-Bill” for destroying public property, stealing, saving, and fending off ghosts.

- the mysterious election of the town’s recent mayor

- stories of the Box Ghost’s past encounters with Amity Park citizens

- information of other ghosts that also existed within Amity Park began being revealed and discovered

- attempts at contacting Amity Park citizens to discover more information, often yielding confused responses from those wholly unaware that those asking thought that the ghost attacks their town experienced were apart of an ARG

- the ‘#only in amity park’ tag revealing Loads of information about the town and their ghost troubles

then, an announcement on the GIW website thanking tumblr users for their help in providing information to capture the Box Ghost.

Immediately all asks from Boxy ceased. Panic and horror began to spread. What had they done?

#billy replies #bones replies #dpxdc

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astroboots · 1 year

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Hamster Days: Chapter Two

Pairing: Steven Grant x female reader

Summary: You come to an understanding about the real identity of your cute little Hamsteven.

Series Masterlist | Astroboot’s Masterlist | Thirstworldproblemss’ Masterlist

You read and reread the text on your screen. You cannot make sense of it.

Even though you perfectly comprehend the meaning of each individual word, strung together, your brain is refusing to make the connection and and spell out the implication of those three words:

'help im steven'

You don't understand. No, that makes zero sense at all.

You eye the hamster sat on the keyboard. Observing you, in complete stillness as if it's holding its breath in anticipation of your reaction.

You return your eyes to the text, then the hamster, the back again. You try to process this situation piece by piece like it's a puzzle that doesn't seem to fit no matter how you rearrange the pieces. Except in this scenario the puzzle is your brain, and if it's broken there is no customer service you can contact to return it for a functioning one.

Taking a deep breath, you start from the beginning.

There are words on your laptop you haven't written. There's no one else in the room. Except for this hamster.

... 'im steven', the text says.

But Steven is not in the room. In fact, you haven't heard from Steven all day. Not since this hamster appeared this afternoon in the flat. You and this hamster are the only ones here.

"Ste-Steven?"

The hamster perks up at your voice, straightening his stance and standing more upright than before. Its head dips in a downward angle before rising up and then down again... like it's nodding.

The hamster is fucking nodding at your question.

No. That's not possible-- this is mad... crazy... bonkers... the sort of thing that would get you sectioned...

You've completely lost your marbles.

No this can't be real. The text doesn't have to mean anything. You've overthinking it. Maybe your computer is glitching out. Maybe it's a malware from all the sketchy sites you keep visiting for streaming HBO shows for free, and now some hacker is typing this out remotely.

The hamster is sitting on the keyboard because the laptop is warm and the screen is shiny that's all it is. Did it even really nod? or are you just seeing things that aren't there? It just moved its head, that's all it did isn't it? It's normal for hamsters to move their heads when someone is speaking. Don't puppies do that all the time in youtube videos?

“Steven… are you really…?” you stop yourself from finishing the sentence, because this is absurd. You're overthinking it, this hamster is not Steven. All you're doing is speaking to a hamster.

The hamster gets down on all fours over the keyboard, slowly and deliberating observing the lettering before it chooses one and pushes it down with his paw. Then its head darts up over the screen as if reading it, before it does it all over again...

You weren't imagining it before.

Hamsteven is typing.

Approaching the screen, you read the sole word waiting for you there: 'yes'

"Steven?" you ask again, and just like before the hamster dips its head at you, and you're not mistake this time. It's nodding.

Is it that unbelievable after all?

Between the three of them fighting invisible monsters in the name of the moon for an ancient Egyptian god like some anime magical girl... to the various curses they (and you) have succumbed to in the time you've been together-- is it that unbelievable that Steven through some supernatural ordeal has been turned into a hamster?

A hard lump swells up in your throat and as you swallow, your saliva tastes bitter and acidic like it could burn up the insides of your mouth.

The hamster in front of you is looking up at you with wide obsidian eyes, trusting and sweet in a way that is all too familiar to you and in that second you know you believe it.

A hamster... your boyfriend has turned into a hamster.

"Steven, what happened?!! Are you all right!? Are Marc and Jake alright!?!?!?"

Panic is pushing in every direction in you. Tour voice comes out harsh and loud. So loud that poor Steven jumps on the desk, eyes wide with alarm, his arms clutched close to his body in alarm.

It takes a moment for Hamsteven Steven to regain his bearings, and he starts scurrying across the keyboard to find the letters he's looking for.

The first letter is "i" then he walks some distance and types out "d" then "k" and stops.

'idk'

Steven doesn't know.

Problem is you're not entirely sure which one of your questions he is answering. Does he not know what happened? Is he not alright? Is Marc and Jake not alright? Is it all of the above?!

oh god oh god oh god.

“You don’t know what happened? Or you don’t know if you’re okay? Or Marc/Jake?” You blurt out Before realizing your mistake.

Panic is eating away at your nerves. You need to calm down. You're not making any progress like this. You need to think. With Steven's size, he has limited range. He's obviously not going to be able to write you any dissertation-length answers. You need to keep your answer short and succinct, where you can get the most information out of him through a simple yes or no answer.

“No, wait, wait. Sorry. Do you know what happened?”

He types out a no.

Disappointment sets in. If he doesn't know what happened then how on earth do you have any hope in being able to fix it.

What follows in the next hour is a bizarre rendition of 20 questions that gives you very little by way of information.

Is it permanent (idk)

Do you know how we can fix this? (No)

What was the last thing you remembered?

You regret this question almost as soon as you say it. Because open-ended questions requiring Steven to type a long explanation is not ideal. It sends Steven scuttering around the keyboard. One slow letter after another.

The sole sentence: 'i was doing a shift at the museum and' takes him a full three minutes (180 seconds) to write... Your fingers are itching with impatience as you watch him painstakingly type out each letter. His round body padding back and forth across the keyboard, when his front paws slips and missteps and he trips. The whole of his body landing with a splat across the keyboard resulting in: 'fjhgvnulrxv' spelled out across your screen.

Oh god....

Steven, pushes himself back up, front paws first as he's standing on all fours again. His head turns to the screen with an expression of pure despair. Then you see him wadding over to the right corner of the keyboard, body slumped in dejection and you watch with confusion until you see him step on the 'delete button'.

"Steven, Steven, it's okay." You reach out your hand and scoop him up and hold him up close to your chest.

His eyes are blinking slowly, as if he's having a hard time keeping them open and you realize that he must be exhausted with the events of the day.

You check the time, and it's twenty minutes past midnight. Going at it like this, without any plan or a better and more efficient communication system is not doing Steven or you any favours. Especially with the lack of sleep that you're both running on.

You run a fingertip over his head, petting the soft fur and his head nuzzles into your touch, his body sinking down into your hand until he's flat against it.

"You don't have to worry Steven, we'll fix this together. One way or the other."

He nods, eyes closing shut, as he curls up into a round ball in your hand. He's so tiny and small like this, and it strikes you just how vulnerable of a position he is in.

A warm weight settles in your chest, a determination to protect him the best you can while he's in this state until you can return him back to normal.

Yeah, you'll fix this together. Somehow...

Author's note: This is just a very short thing to tide things over, as I'm going to go on holiday next weekend and I'm not sure I'll be able to post anything (I'll do my best tho'). It's very silly, and I hope you enjoyed it, because this whole series is gonna be silly shenanigans. Not Beta-read yet. I will give this a second look and edit it properly when life gives me a bit of a breather!!

Dedication and Credits: To my @thirstworldproblemss who helped me with the Hamster communication logic. I love you! Also this absolutely HILARIOUS concept of Steven slipping on the keyboard is all her genius!

#oscar isaac #moon knight #steven grant #steven grant x reader #steven grant x you #moon knight fic #moon knight fanfic #moon knight fanfiction #marvel #marvel mcu

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stagnation-if · 5 months

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hello, hello! can we please have some descriptions of what the ros look like and what their dynamics will be with mc? or can be if we get multiple personality types with mc! thank you!

Here you go!

Below the cut because it's long lol kgkskf

I don't have time atm but I'll make a proper intro for all the ros

Dawn

Hair: messy and ear-length (she cut it after a Saturday night meltdown a while back). Half of it is dyed purple, and the other half is naturally black Eyes: Dark brown. Dawn uses contact lenses Height: 163 cm Build: Scrawny Skin: Honey brown Race: Southeast Asian Other: Dawn has a few piercings. Her arms are covered in tattoos.

Personality: resilient, quick-witted and determined. Dawn knows what she wants (to get rid of Seth) and she knows how to get it (using MC). She's never hidden her intentions, or lied about her objective. Dawn's distaste for deities is evident since the moment MC meets her, and she seems to faintly rejoice in reminding them. A very intelligent woman, Dawn loves street racing and causing some trouble online. She ‘works’ as a hacker.

Tropes: Rivals to friends to lovers, Forced proximity, (possible) Rivals with benefits.

Bruno

Hair: cropped short, dark brown/nearly black hair. Eyes: Light brown. Bruno uses glasses. Height: 181 cm Build: Average and soft, a bit chubby Skin: Bronze Race: half Hispanic, half East Asian

Personality: neurotic, idealistic and uptight. Otherwise known as MC's companion in jail, Bruno has been recently caught for a crime that is a product of his own very uncharacteristic and rare ambition: knowledge. He's a very intelligent individual, although not particularly assertive. This historian and divorced dad knows more about MC than he lets on, though Bruno insists he was just at the wrong time at the wrong time.

Tropes: Devotee/Worshipper X Deity, (Bruno's) Strangers to friends to lovers, Parent RO.

A Moonless

Hair: long (f!A, middle back / m!A and nb!A, shoulder-length), jellyfish cut. It's naturally brown with a colorfully dyed front. Eyes: Hazel. Height: f!A and nb!A, 170cm / m!A, 177cm. Build: Skinny Skin: Tan Race: Indigenous (unknown) Other: A has a few tattoos on their arms and legs.

Personality: caring, playful and a bit temperamental. Despite their new, much more modern look, A is and acts just like a human MC once knew and loved, Zain. A is protective of those they care about, and they're never afraid to speak their mind. They're Dawn's coworker at the Speakeasy, where VR services are offered to its clients.

Tropes: One-sided (MC) pining, Apparently reincarnated old flame/friend.

A’s hair inspo:

Vex

Hair: Buzz cut. Eyes: Naturally light brown, V has modified them to have synth eyes (they're a very pale green, with a faint glow). Height: 186 cm Build: Athletic Skin: Honey brown Race: Southeast Asian Other: More than half of V’s body has been modified. Their arms and legs are synthetic.

Personality: dependable, loyal and stoic. Vex is Dawn's older sibling, and while their relationship is not at its best, Dawn will always be V’s sole priority. They might not be the most affectionate person in the world, but when Vex cares they're willing to defy every norm they so dutifully abide. They've worked as a law enforcer for Lord Seth and the government for a few years.

Tropes: (V's) First love, Mutual pining, Slow burn.

Eris

Hair: coiled light brown afro. People know and recognize Eris by the wigs she wears, among which a white shoulder-length bob is the most iconic. Eyes: Dark brown. Eris often uses colored contact lenses (mostly pink, white and blue). Height: 173 cm Build: Skinny and slightly lean Skin: Ebony Race: Black Other: Eris has a few body modifications. Her left arm isn't flesh but metal.

Personality: charming, humorous and flirty. Eris (real name: Estelle Lawrence) is a celebrity in every sense of the word. She knows just what to say and how to say it, she's likable, friendly and very talkative. Beneath the public persona everyone adores, Eris is a complete mystery.

Tropes: Strangers to friends to lovers, (optional) friends with benefits, (optional, stc) Fake relationship.

Seth

Hair: long dark brown, with a few braids Eyes: light brown with golden specks Height: 193 cm Build: Lean, very muscled Skin: Olive Race: Middle Eastern Other: has a short beard

Personality: blunt, practical, and very reckless. Seth acts before he thinks (a trait that he and everyone find quite inconvenient) and seems to hate planning ahead. The God of War has a very dry/deadpan sense of humor. MC remembered him to be more outgoing, but Seth’s cold-hearted reputation precedes him.

Tropes: Enemies to lovers, Immortal love, Wrong place wrong time, (possible) ex-friend or ex-crush.

#stagnation if #stagnation #dawn #bruno #a moonless #eris #vex #seth

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jamiesfootball · 6 months

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Okay I have treats I should be answering, but since I typed it all out anyways-

*rips open trench coat*

Here's the list of Jamie AUs I have puttering around in the brain:

-Jamie-is-Zava AU! In which Jamie never gets traded to Richmond. Instead he ends up at a different club, one that's meaner AND within driving distance of Manchester. Because this is Jamie, he never stops battling, and within three years he is an angry shell of the person but also an absolute killer as a striker. His relationship with his dad is also the worst its ever been. So the entire league is stunned - stunned! - when one Leslie Higgins runs into him in the bathroom during a match and jokingly says, "I don't supposed you'd ever want to play for a team like Richmond" and Jamie Tartt agrees! (Men really do be giving each other jobs in bathrooms)

-hockey Jamie! (this is based on nothing I just like hockey jerseys and ice skating)

-figure skater!girl!Jamie (based off someone’s previous post about a girl jamie getting pushed into it by her dad) Again, ice skates. outfits. but now also with music. Also Jamie being stuck in another high-control environment. Ough.

-bartender Jamie! He got injured in the academy and, well, bars are really the only other place his dad ever dragged him, so it was easy enough to get a job, wasn't it? And it's not like he doesn't get tipped well. He's a handsome lad and great at charming people (makes him uncomfortable sometimes when it's the older women flirting with him, but he doesn't like to think about that much)

-bartender Jamie again! This time with an accompanying Roy Kent who is also a bartender because neither of them 'made it out.' Roy is a tired, overworked line cook who has had it up to HERE with this new guy who works the front of house. Makes him want to spit in the guy's shift meal, but he'd never do that to the food (which he at least respects). And well, sometimes the guy looks a little desperate about the shift meal. Roy's been there - was there the whole time he was helping his sister with Phoebe while she was getting her nursing degree. Didn't mean he signed up to teach him to cook. But they did just lose another line cook. Fuck.

-lawyer jamie! He wants to make sure people like his dad don’t happen to other people. He brings a very Boston Legal energy to Roy's The Practice energy. Keeley is a paralegal. Rebecca owns the firm now. Ted is HR.

-criminal profiler Jamie! Going full Criminal Minds here people! Heavy on the themes, and the whole 'using your trauma to profile the unsub' thing, and the 'we don't profile each other (except for when we do)

-CSI Jamie! But it’s the fake CSI where they are borderline detectives and he keeps getting threatened/kidnapped. He is basically the Nick Stokes of the crew

-Rockstar Jamie! He got famous because of his face but he actually IS talented! But they won’t let him play any ‘real’ music and he has loads of anger he’d like to scream about thanks. He's always wanted to work with Roy Kent, but Roy's old band notoriously broke up in the messiest fucking manner and Roy's been working in a limited, behind the scenes fashion ever since (and fucking loathes the sort of music Jamie makes).

-Movie star Jamie! He’s a palatable actor, but what he secretly really wants to do is direct. Meanwhile former indie-darling director Roy who had a string of failures got low-balled into directing this run-of-the-mill drama. When the first actor dropped out without warning, Keeley called in a favor to get her somewhat-famous ex-boyfriend to star in it instead and he will not. stop. giving. Roy. notes.

-Bonus AU mentions:

-Jaeger pilot Jamie (Pacific Rim au)

-Hitter turned hacker Jamie (Leverage au - I have a whole tag for it)

-Dead Jamie (The Good Place au) - he is fairly sure he is not supposed to be in The Good Place and is white knuckling it so he doesn't get caught. Ted is Michael. Chaos ensues.

#this is the tippity tip of the iceberg #jamie tartt #ted lasso #AU masterlist #leverage au #pacific rim au #genderswap au

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prazinos · 1 year

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This is such a cliché but I'm a slut for clichés

Spencer Reid x Reader

WARNINGS ! ~ Fluff | Little violence |

Everybody was born with a tattoo. You've probably heard about it. A tattoo that your soulmate shares.

You? When you were younger you loved the idea of soulmates. Always wondering what yours would look like, act like, talk like.

And as you entered your teen years and some of your friends started finding their soulmates, you started looking for somebody with the same tattoo as yours as well.

your tattoo? A cup of coffee.

You didn't even like coffee that much and almost everybody that saw your tattoo laughed at it.

It wasn't like it was a bad tattoo, it was kind of cool. But you were basically forced to hate it from the amount of people that pointed and laughed when they saw the tattoo adorning your collar bone.

You started wearing bandages to cover it up, you didn't like that. So you resorted to wearing jumpers and any clothing that would definitely cover it instead.

Nearly your entire life your mother had told you not to be embarrassed about it. But that was easy for her to say, she had a primrose on the back of her hand.

People always described touching your soulmate for the first time, to almost be painful, which was strange. Your friend, Doreen told you that it felt like getting zapped but all over your tattoo.

Yeah, maybe you didn't want to find your soulmate.

But we can stop talking about soulmates for now. It was your first day at the BAU, something you had been working towards for ages.

You had gotten lucky to have had David Rossi lecturing your criminology classes as he had taken a liking to you and when you were fresh out of college, you had an email from him telling you that he had spoken to his superiors at the BAU and wanted you on the team !

You couldn't believe it, this couldn't be real. 24 years old and you were going to be working somewhere so prestige

Oh but it was, as you walked into the elevator you were met with Rossi already waiting for you.

'Well if it isn't Y/N L/N'

'Hi Mr Rossi, thank you so much for this opportunity'

'No need for the Mr now kid, Rossi is just fine, we're colleagues now'

You smiled to yourself, fidgeting with the collar of your turtle neck.

As the elevator was rising, your nervousness was rising as well. What if the team didn't like you? Rossi had told you about them already, giving a brief description

A kid, around your age but with many more academic achievements than you

A badass dark haired woman who didn't take shit from anybody

A handsome guy who flirted with a computer nerd?

A computer nerd who's career started by getting on the FBI's most dangerous hackers list

A blonde woman who caught everybody's eye

And a tall serious man as the unit chief.

Yeah, you were nervous.

The elevator dinged and you took your hand off your turtle neck, the doors opened and you were greeted with a blonde woman who looked too happy for 8:30am

'Oh my god you're the newbie! I'm Penelope, oh my goodness you're so pretty!'

'Oh-um thank you! I love your dress'

'Calm down Garcia, don't want to scare her away on her first day' said a tall dark haired man. He shook your hand introducing himself as Hotch.

As you walked into the office you saw a dark haired woman, another blonde, and another man.

'baby girl!' he called out, Penelope speed walked over and the man wrapped an arm around her waist. You noticed the matching brain tattoos on their forearm.

You introduced yourself learning the names of them all, Emily, JJ, and Derek. They all seemed nice enough but they would not stop talking about the other guy that works here that you'll 'absolutely love'

'We have a case' Hotch said from the briefing room.

We all walked into the room and the photos Garcia pulled up were less than pleasant.

You twirled the pen you had around your fingers, thinking about the case,

All blonde women, early to mid thirties, all had the same body type and all had their genitals mutilated.

'I think we're looking for a man, heartbroken, possibly divorced based on age, the wife may have left him?' you spoke not looking up from the case file.

You heard murmurs of agreement at your statement.

When you did look up from your case file you watched as a tall lanky shaggy haired man walked (ran) in.

He was unbelievably attractive. he had dark circles under his eyes that you could not take your eyes off. His face looked like it was sculpted by greek gods.

He looked around the table for a free seat, looking at you, his eyes widening. You looked away, not wanting to make it look like you were staring at him (although you were).

He sat across from you waving a little. You smiled slightly waving back before turning at the sound of Hotch's voice

'Wheels up in 30'

As you walked onto the jet you double checked you had everything you needed for the flight.

headphones

phone

blanket

book (specifically From Lukov with Love)

Sitting down in one of the comfortable chairs, you put in your headphones and pressed play on your favourite playlist. Opening your book.

After about an hour you set the book down to get a cup of coffee. ironic.

'I didn't get to introduce myself, I'm-uh I'm Spencer. Reid.' You turned your head to look at the handsome man you waved at earlier.

'Y/N L/N' you smiled putting out your hand,

'Sorry I have a thing about germs' he said looking down at your hand. You felt a bit awkward putting your hand back on the freshly poured coffee.

'I uh-saw you reading a book. What's it about?' he asked you, walking you back to your seat.

'oh its-uh it's about these two rival ice skaters and they have to compete in a skating tournament together'

'That's...vacuous'

he said scrunching his nose

'Vacuous? really? You couldn't have just said stupid?' you said taking a sip of your coffee looking at him, now in the seat across from you.

'It's formal'

'does it need to be formal?'

'I believe so'

'okay...so you're like a genius right?'

'yes'

'okay...how genius?'

He narrows his eyes at you. Not good.

'quite...genius' he says scrunching his nose again. you chuckled a bit at his hesitance.

mustn't get out much

The plane landed finally, getting onto the tarmac after an annoying two hours, and you still had a long day.

When you got to the chicago police department, you greeted whoever you had to greet because at this point you didn't care. You just wanted to spend more time with spencer.

You stared at the board showing all the evidence compiled. You banged your head against it sighing.

out of the corner of your eye you notice Spencer putting down a cup of coffee, one already in his hand. You turn around and he gestures towards the coffee on the table. you take it eyeing him skeptically.

this case was doing your head in. it had been a week.

you couldn't figure out who was committing these god awful murders and being around Spencer was not helping you focus.

'I figured it out' JJ said, you all turned your head towards her before she called Garcia.

The mans name was Jared Peters and he was 37, and his ex wife left him for another man.

You arrived at his home, guns drawn, Emily and yourself walking down the corridor of his home,

'shit'

'what is it L/N?'

'SHIT!'

You ran out of the house and around the back to where JJ was, and as she was turning the corner you could see Jared about to reach for JJ, she matched the victimology. (but younger)

You ran up behind him, alerting him and making him turn around, raising his knife towards you, you didn't react in time as he stabbed you in the side of your arm.

You cursed out loudly as JJ fought with Jared. You kicked under his feet, knife still in your arm, making you wince but successfully got him on the ground. You turned around to see Rossi, Spencer, and Emily.

you pulled the knife out of your arm, dropping it on the ground. Walking to the ambulance that was outside the house.

Sitting in the ambulance you smiled to yourself, what an eventful first case.

'Y/N, thank you seriously, I could've died if you didn't come to where I was' JJ said walking over to where you were seated.

'It's okay seriously, I'm just glad you weren't hurt' you said

After another two hour flight back to DC, your brain was fried. You had a bandage around your arm that was a bit too tight for comfort as you didn't get a wink of sleep on the plane.

As you were all walking on the tarmac you heard your name being called,

you turned around to see the handsome doctor you were acquainted with.

Turns out while in Chicago he had bought the book you were reading and read it on the flight back. You both argued about the book, about what should and shouldn't have been done and or said.

Walking back into the office, Penelope greeted all of you and gave you a tight hug

'Alright everyone, we have quite a bit of paperwork tomorrow so get some sleep' Hotch said yawning slightly.

The entire team groaned at even the thought of homework.

Then, something weird happened.

Spencer Reid, known germaphobe stuck his hand out to you.

You looked up at him, as did the team, he has never warmed up to somebody so fast.

you grinned and reached down to shake it

almost as soon as your hand touched his, you both retracted your hands reaching for your collarbones, both feeling the sharp zap.

You heard Penelope gasp and squeal

You looked back up at the doctor, pulling down the high cut shirt you were wearing to reveal the tattoo, Spencer unbuttoned his shirt slightly, revealing a matching tattoo.

both your eyes wide but smiling practically ear to ear, you giggled as Penelope yelled

'Celebratory drinks!' she yelled.

You and the team walked to the elevator, forget what you said about not wanting to meet your soulmate.

OH MY GOD THIS WAS SO BAD

I would like to apologise for this atrocity, I would like to open up requests again because I could seriously only think of this shitshow for Spencer Reid and he does not deserve it

#spencer reid #spencer reid x fem!readr #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid criminal minds

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miss-madness67 · 6 months

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Cool Cosplay (Dean W.)

Prompt: You go to a Supernatural convention and -unknowingly- meet Dean.

The Supernatural convention is finally here. You’ve been waiting for months for the gathering, supposedly, Carver Edlund, the writer, was going to make an appearance late in the afternoon. The Supernatural books belong to a small niche because not everyone likes them. So when you started reading, you had trouble finding people involved in the fandom as much as you. Meeting new fans became a slow process of writing on the internet forum. That’s how you met one of your best friends, Celeste Middleton.

She seemed very into the books, just like you, although her fanaticism was different because she didn't partake in the discussion of the characters or the narrative, she was mostly interested in learning about the monsters and the ways to kill them. You, on the other hand, couldn't shut up about your love for Castiel, and how much of an underrated character he was. But because you were also interested in the monsters, you became quick friends and met up a couple of times. It was she that told you about the supernatural convention. You also agreed to go together and dress up as your favorite characters. You, obviously put on a trench coat, and she decided to be Charlie, the redheaded tech friend of the hunter brothers.

“Even if you’re a redhead, I still don’t think you quite fit as Charlie.” You tell her while walking through the stands.

One of the sellers has a collection of Castiel stickers that you stop to watch. The best thing about this type of convention is that everyone in the fandom can bring their own things to share and sell. If the fandom were bigger, that probably wouldn't be allowed.

“Really?” Celeste asks with incredulity. “I’m a hacker; she’s a hacker, I’m gay; she’s gay, I’m a badass; she’s a badass. What’s more to compare?”

“Celeste, there’s more to Charlie than being gay, you know?”

She chuckles, “oh, believe me, I know.” She murmurs.

You’re about to answer something when one of the nearby stands calls your attention. It’s one of the writers whose fanfic you’ve been reading. “C’mon, let’s go over here.” She follows without hesitation.

While you decide to buy one of the copies of your favorite fanfiction, your friend’s checking something on her phone. “So, you remember the friends I told you about?”

You think briefly, “the ones that were curious about the convention and wanted to come?”

“The same ones!” She announces, “they just got here, wait for me while I go get them?”

You're way too interested in your new acquisition, to really pay attention to her words. “Yeah, yeah, sure.”

Celeste told you about some friends that she had that weren't supernatural fans, but wanted to get to know the fandom and the surrounding fame. You're not sure whether there's anything interesting to learn considering they haven’t read the books, but you’ll be the best tour guide you can be. Your friend comes back shortly after, followed by two tall guys that are dressed up in a way that reminds you, probably too much, of certain characters in the books.

“I thought you said they weren’t fans?” You ask Celeste.

The one dressed up as Dean chuckles, “oh, we’re not, sweetheart, believe me.”

You look at him with incredulity, “well, then, why are you dressed up as Dean, and your friend here as Sam?”

The Sam cosplayer shifts uncomfortably under your scrutiny. The Dean cosplayer, though, is quick to answer, “because we are Sam and Dean.”

The encounter is proving to be way too funny. You look back at Celeste, “and they role-play too?” In spite of being dressed as Castiel, you’ve never been too much of a role player, so it amuses you that some non-fans are very into the characters. Even fake Dean’s voice is how you imagined real Dean’s voice would be like.

Sam throws an annoyed glance at Dean . “What my ah- friend here is trying to say is that our names are actually Sam and Dean, and Cha- Celeste convinced us to come as the characters in the books.” There’s something in his words that doesn’t quite persuade you.

“I see,” you murmur, “you did a great job!” Your wary demeanor instantly shifts to a friendly one. “You really do look like Sam and Dean.”

Celeste chooses that moment to finally speak, “and I don’t look like Charlie?!” There’s incredulity and exasperation in her tone.

Because you already had this discussion multiple times in the day, you decide to ignore her. Looking at Dean, you add, “though you need the Samulet, did you forget to put it on?” You pull something out of your trench coat pocket, “here, I’ll give you mine.” Technically, your costume didn’t need the jewelry, but you decided to keep it for some reason.

You extend your arm and give it to Dean, who takes it reluctantly. “Oh, thanks? But I’m good.” He tries to give it back.

“No, I insist. If you’re going to do cosplay, you’re going to do it good.” At your insistence, he takes it.

Celeste smiles mischievously. “Yes, my friend right here is a very good fan of Supernatural.” She looks up and down your outfit, “guess who her favorite character is.”

You don’t even let the boys speak, “obviously Castiel.” As if there’s any contest with the rest of the characters. “After all, he’s an Angel of the Lord .” Your imitation is too bad that Sam and Charlie can’t avoid laughing.

Dean chuckles, “so, you’re not a Dean girl?” You’re not sure, but there’s something in his voice akin to disappointment.

“Dean is ok, but there’s no one like Castiel.” You clear your throat, trying to contain the excitement when speaking of your favorite character. “I mean, he’s sweet, powerful, understanding…”

“Cas? Really?” Now he’s almost indignant, “and Dean is definitely more than ok.”

Now, normally, you’re a pacifist, but you’re not going to let this rando talk bad about your fictional love. “How would you know? Considering that you’ve never read the books before.”

There’s a hint of condescension in his voice, “oh, honey, I know, I-.”

But before he can say anything else, Sam interrupts. “So! Why don’t you girls show us around?”

Dean seems to be completely annoyed by being interrupted, but he doesn’t complain when his friend Sam tugs him forward. At this point, a lot more people have arrived at the convention. The fans of Supernatural are not enough to be a crowd, but not as small as to allow you to recognize everyone. Your group is not the only one dressed up as the characters. You mostly see Deans and Sams lingering around, but there are also some Bobbys, Johns, Castiels, and even famous monsters like the walling woman. Sam and Dean (the ones in your group) take everything in with open eyes, and, sometimes, uncomfortable gazes. You and Celeste show them to the different stands, there are merchandise, game tables, fanfiction tables, fanart artists, and discussion tables. There’s anything and everything to make the Supernatural experience enjoyable. You can even see a fake tattoo artist draw a devil’s trap, in, well, a fake Meg.

“Oh, and the author, Carver Edlund, is supposed to be giving a conference and signing,” you finish your tour.

This last bit is what interests the boys the most, “really? Do you know when?”

“Uh, I don’t know. I suppose in a few hours,” you answer Sam’s question.

If he is disappointed by your lack of knowledge, you don't notice because you're too busy now looking at a stand full of drawing of different supernatural characters. It doesn't take you long to buy what you want, though, by the time you turn around, you see that all of your companions are chatting in whispers a few steps away. They seem to be in a heated discussion, so you don't dare to go near them. Whatever they're talking about must be private. Nevertheless, on some occasions, you catch them looking your way and then continue speaking. Are they talking about you? Out of the blue, Dean and Sam start a game of rock, paper, and scissors. Dean wins and cheers in place as if it’s something that doesn’t happen often. Before you can even try to make up your mind to approach them, Celeste and Sam walk away, while Dean returns to you.

“What happened? Where are Celeste and Sam going?”

Dean answers without hesitation, “they're taking care of something, don't worry. Why don’t you keep showing me around? They'll be back in a bit.”

Despite the fact that you are still worried about the sudden turn of events, you decide to listen to him and venture to some of the stands with Dean's company. He seems to be very on high alert because he keeps looking everywhere like something is about to jump from the crowd. He also looks at the “monsters” with a particularly nasty frown on his face that earns him some compliments for being very ‘Dean’. The demeanor, though, appears too real to be fake. You try and encourage him to buy a few things while he waits you wait for your friends to return, but he really is not interested. You even suggest playing a game, but he refuses. The only thing he seems to be remotely curious about is a particular stand on Supernatural creatures the brothers have defeated. You try to be a good guide by letting him in on your knowledge about the supernatural.

“And you learned all of this from the books?” He is really surprised by all the things that you've told him, even to the point of slightly forgetting about keeping his guard up.

“Some, other things I’ve researched on my own or Celeste told me.” Your hand caresses one of the books’ covers with a vampire. “I know it’s not real, but it’s fascinating to know.”

Then you dive into a full-on explanation about the different, fictional, possible ways one can get rid of certain monsters that you come up with. Things that supernatural books and your research don’t quite show that you think could work as an alternative to certain methods. You jokingly tell him that sometimes your mind wanders into the possibility of the supernatural being real, and you cannot help to think about it. Dean seems deeply impressed, and then something else.

“You know? You’d make one hell of a hunter,” he nods approvingly.

“IF hunters were real,” you respond instantly.

He chuckles, “sure, sure, if they were.”

You continue through the convention for half an hour, this time he seems to be more taken by you than before, because, despite that he’s still on guard, he makes conversation about yourself and your interest in The Supernatural books. He even tries to convince you that the best character is not Cas, but Dean. You believe that he is biased, considering that his name is the same one as the one from the character. Sometimes you notice the way his eyes look at your figure, and you cannot find it in yourself to feel angry. More like there's a small part of you that cannot help to gloat at the feeling of a handsome man finding you attractive. Though, you believe it must have to do also with the fact that, for some reason, besides his name, your mind cannot seem to stop pairing him up with Dean from the books. You’ve never been a Dean girl, but you’re starting to think you could maybe make an exception. He has something that draws you in. Whatever it is, you’re a goner because, by the time Celeste and Sam come back, they find you entangled in each other’s arms, kissing near the restroom’s door.

A/N: For plot’s sake, let’s imagine Charlie is in the Supernatural books. Also, if reader is dressed up as Castiel, does this count as Destiel?

#supernatural #fanfiction #supernatural fanfiction #spn #dean winchester #spn fanfic #dean winchester x reader #spn x reader #destiel #destiel x reader #dean winchester fanfiction #dean #supernatural convention #cosplay #sam winchester #charlie bradbury #dean girl #dean winchester x you

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AUGUST - DRABBLE #6

Drabble 6 - August, crush

Throwback to Daisy’s first days in the Compound

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Daisy is--a natural. Wanda couldn't understand Natasha’s and Fury’s insistence on bringing the girl to the Compound, but now that she’s had the opportunity to meet her she can only agree with her wife, and admit that Daisy belongs here.

She’s smart, a hacker that often challenges Tony’s ability in the topic. She has enough childish energy in her to rival that of Sam’s, and the patient of a saint when it comes to listening to Steve’s old war stories.

“She’s young.” She tells Natasha as they see Daisy smiling like a kid in a candy store, when she’s being introduced to Clint and you.

“She is.” Natasha smiles, her hand barely touching Wanda’s as they share a look across the lobby. “She’s got heart.”

Your laughter reaches their ears, prompting them to look over where you’re blushing, and Daisy is staring at you with a proud little smile on her lips.

“Is she flirting?” Wanda asks, and Natasha chuckles to herself.

“You don’t need to sound so jealous, babe.” Natasha teases, and Wanda looks at her. “I’m sure you’re still Y/N’s favorite.”

Wanda rolls her eyes playfully and welcomes Nat’s wanton lips, and the comment is filed away for the time being.

It means nothing, she tells herself, she’s married and Natasha is the only person you consider family now that you have no one left on your own. She’s protective of you, as one would be with extended family.

…

Daisy’s crush on you is so ridiculously obvious, that it starts to rub her in all the wrong ways.

It’s unprofessional, she’d argue whenever Nat would laugh at whatever crass comment comes out of Clint’s mouth.

…

“It’s not like Y/N’s even picking up on it.” Kate chuckles one afternoon when you’re sparring with Steve on the mats, and Daisy is paying more attention to you than to Natasha's lesson of the day.

Wanda bites the inside of her cheek to keep herself from saying something she shouldn’t, but that crawling hot feeling of jealousy washes over her skin like a boiling blanket that she can't get rid off for the rest of the day.

She huffs to herself at any given moment when the memory of Daisy so openly ogling you, pops in her mind. She can’t understand the nerve of that girl. Who does she think she is to just come in here and think she has a chance with you? She’s a newbie---she’s a nobody!

…

“Oh, hello.” You say when you find her in the surveillance room and her stomach drops, her lungs struggle to follow a normal pattern in breathing and her chest--her chest feels pressured.

“Good morning.” She still smiles and the way you trip over your own feet at seeing that smile, makes swallowing difficult.

You’re so adorable, and this crush you’ve had on her has never seemed more real in her eyes than it does now.

“I didn’t know you’d be up here.” You tell her as you take the empty seat next to her, and try to focus on the monitor in front of you.

You always do this. You always look away from her, and you always make sure to never be alone with her. She hasn’t noticed it before but now, seeing you type with such ferocity on that keyboard, trying to get away from her as soon as you possibly can--is so telling.

“I wanted to see what happened in the garage. Clint needed stitches, you know?”

You stop typing and she holds her breath as you turn to look at her, and you’re so beautiful--so beautiful that she has to catch herself before she blurts it out.

“Clint was being an ass.” You tell her with a pointed look. “Bucky punching him in the face was merciful.”

“He needed stitches on his upper lip.” She tells you as a wave of protectiveness takes over. Clint is Nat’s best friend, and subsequently hers as well.

“He deserved that punch, Wanda. We all joke around here but he always has to take things to the next level, and for what? If Bucky hadn’t done it, I’d have probably done it myself.”

You go back to typing, and she goes back to staring. Of course you’re right, Clint tends to get on everyone’s nerves and Natasha’s always assumed someone would punch him sooner, or later. That doesn’t take away Wanda’s feeling of protectiveness towards him though.

“We’re a team.” She tells you and you stand up, having finished what you came in here to do.

“We don’t all need to be friends to do our jobs, Wanda.”

You’re gone before she can even think of a response to your words, and whatever she was feeling earlier vanishes completely. The team is important, the team means a lot more than work for the rest of you, and you’ve been here a while already.

You need to start seeing it that way too, because you’re part of it now.

…

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff #august

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cyberweek · 5 months

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CyberWeek 2024 starts January 21st!

A weeklong celebration of our favorite edutainment program with artistic prompts everyday! The show first premiered on the 21st of January so let’s celebrate!

What sort of Art is allowed?

Any! Traditional/Digital art, Writing, Cosplay, Video edits, anything you can make! Anything you wanna make! Sew a doll, bake a cake, whatever! Sadly, prompts aren’t made with all types of art in mind, so feel free to interpret them however you want to fit your medium!

Rules! [New!]*

*Prompts are posted early this year, and I ask that you withhold from posting your entries until the day of! You may however start and finish them whenever you want!

Tag your post with #cyberweek2024! Or @ this blog! Or both!

Follow this blog and support your fellow Cyberchase fans!

No Lewd. No P*dophilia or inc*st.

No Tracing, Use of Bases or other assets without COMPLETE transparency. Credit your sources! Pinterest, WeHeartIt, Google etc are not sources. Find the artist, please.

*Use of AI is discouraged. Whether you submit only what the AI produces or use it as reference/inspiration. This includes both visual and text AI.

Angst, light gore/blood and etc are allowed. Try to keep it PG13. Everything will be tagged accordingly so remember to use Tumblr’s tag filter feature to your advantage.

OCs should only show up on the OC prompt if available.

Prompts

Jan 21 - Redraw

This year we start off right on the Anniversary! So, we'll do a redraw, and leave that up to how you, the artist, want to go about this! You can either redraw an old Cyberchase piece of yours or redraw a scene from the show itself! [Keep rules in mind!]

Jan 22 - Science

Cyberspace is FULL of science, even if it's sometimes entirely fictional and fantastical. Do you have a favorite scientific genius? Or is there a machine you think is really cool? Some sort of technology you wish you could have for real? It's time to blind us... with science!!

Jan 23 - Magic

Cyberspace may be full to the brim with science, but there are many things that simply unexplainable except by the total opposite of the spectrum... Magic! Who Biddi-Boppidi-does it best? Got a favorite magic spell? Maybe the real magic was the friends we made along the way.

Jan 24 - Summer

Last year we had the prompt "Winter," so let's flip that and have fun with a summer theme! It's time for some fun in the sun, a trip to the beach, a cute summer fit, a picnic, a hike, and so much more!

Jan 25 - Crossover

What is this, a crossover episode?? Yes! And you're in charge!! What characters do you want to see interact? Who do you want to see come to Cyberspace? Or who from Cyberspace do you want to see go where? When? Why?? Go nuts!! AAA

Jan 26 - Enemy

All right, we've had OTP, Friendship, and Family as a prompt! Once again it's time to completely flip the script with Enemy! Will you draw Team Hacker? Another baddie? The main goodies vs the main baddies? Or maybe two characters who just do not get along!! Remember to keep it civil and keep it fun, please!

Jan 27 - OCs

To close out our celebration of Cyberweek, let's have some fun with the little characters we've made up for fun! 😊

Questions/Comments -

Please send all questions about this event to the inbox. Anon will be off and questions will be posted in case others have similar inquiry. Please do not reply to posts or try to chat your inquirers.

#Cyberchase #Art #Art Prompts #PBS Kids #Nostalgia

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earthstellar · 7 months

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it is time to be old on the internet: TFP Ratchet's hatred of 2010 era human tech is hilarious

every time Ratchet complains about shitty human technology in TFP, it's so funny to me, that shit is so good

because, I mean, I grew up with the first computer in my house being a fucking Tandy 1000, which to be fair wasn't exactly the hottest model even then, but still LMAO

the first modem I ever messed with as a kid was the wood box phone receiver type, the acoustic coupler ones, which was my dad's, and he only had it because his job at a local university meant he could borrow one from their tech lab (so we didn't technically own it)

if I remember correctly, the one we had ran at 300 baud, which was fucking amazing for such a set up at the time. slightly later AOL dial up looked like lightning speed compared to that shit.

my first chat rooms were BBS/Usenet (whenever I could connect) and IRC chats. now everyone has Discord and I still don't understand how that shit works lmao but that's more of a me problem and less of an age problem, I think

we got dial up (in the "modern" sense of it being AOL dial up service with the infamous hell noises) in my household in 1994, back when it was pretty much a brand new thing (at least for AOL), and I remember the Eternal September Usenet rush, lmao

imagine if TFP took place in the 80s/90s, oh my god

(I'm assuming TFP takes place in roughly 2010 because that's when the show premiered, and Miko has some kind of Razr-inspired flip phone, so if we assume it's supposed to be based on the first model of Razr, then at the earliest that places the show in 2004)

Ratchet would have gone completely insane with old school internet capable consumer level human tech

Ratchet: "How do I look at photos on this monitor?"

80s Raf: "what"

Ratchet: "what"

oh god now I want an 80s/90s TFP AU so fucking bad. imagine 80s Raf. it's so good

oh god, IMAGINE 90s RAF. just getting traumatised by terrifying shitty mid-90s FMV horror games. this poor boy. but imagine his hype when the PS1 would come out in the USA in 1995. the hype would be so fucking real. lmao

also for those of you who are Younger and Blessed With Good Internet From An Early Age, if you want a good idea of old school internet shit, go ahead and watch WarGames (1983) and look up 2600 Magazine and Mondo 2000 if you don't already know about those.

(personally I consider WarGames and Hackers (1995) to be the two best simultaneously dumbest and best movie depictions of computer bullshit in their respective eras, although Hackers was more of a thing that informed cyber culture after it released rather than reflecting actual hacker culture as it was at that exact time but anyway, please watch them if you have not seen them already, you will love this shit lmao)

I assume almost all of you already know about this stuff, but just in case, I want to mention it. those two movies are really good. lol

anyway, Ratchet dealing with early internet. early shitty human tech. or at least the 90s shit. imagine Ratchet having to listen to the fucking dial up screeching. the kids having to look through geocities webrings to see if any images of the bots had been leaked on any conspiracy websites. just 10/10 lmaooo

"I hate talking to machines" Ratchet, buddy, you have NO IDEA how bad it could have been!!!

anyway I'm old, I guess that's the point of this post LOL

#tfp #tfp ratchet #tfp raf #transformers prime #just thinkin'#maccadam #maccadams

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