#not this damn fucking AI i literally want to slap these people so hard that my handprint sticks in their face

[heavenknowsffs]

Cannot understand photographers that stopped posting their own work to start putting in AI generated shit and then even think they did something incredible. You did nothing, you're making this worse for all of us

#amazingly beautiful places that obviously do not exist and they think 'wow look at my work it's so great' #AND THE WORST PART IS OTHERS REPOST IT AND TAG THEM MORE RELIGIOUSLY THAN IF IT WERE AN ACTUAL PHOTO THHEY TOOK #like people literally always tag the AI 'creator' aka the dumbass who wrote in a prompt in a random program as if that takes any skill #i follow photographers that make these amazing landscapes and worlds and etc with set planning and photo manipulations #and damn THAT TAKES A LOT OF WORK #not this damn fucking AI i literally want to slap these people so hard that my handprint sticks in their face #the urge to comment 'when are you gonna post real work again?' or i'm just gonma unfollow

[skiitter]

The Cyberpunk endings are fucking stupid.

V, regardless of the life path, starts the game with a new chance at life. They meet Jackie, take this insane gig, and are aiming for the big leagues. And then it all goes to hell in a handbasket and suddenly, V is being punished for her hubris, for playing Icarus a little too well. Saddled with a nightmare engram and a rapidly approaching end, V is forced to handle these things AND work through whatever Night City throws at her.

And she fucking nails it.

Panam and the Aldecaldos are 100% better off after meeting V. Everyone is. She strives to help, to earn her place at the top, and does it with compassion. It’s not easy, either. Fucking serial killers, rogue AI, corporate espionage, and Relic Malfunctions are literally being thrown at her and V takes it in stride. She bruises and bleeds, but gets the fuck back up. 

She manages to singlehandedly do the one thing no one else could: force Johnny Silverhand to contend with what he’s done, and atone. Takes this symbol of rage and hate and violence and makes him sit there and realize that living that way is not a way to live. He doesn’t regret the places he’s burned, just the people. She teaches him humanity and humility and what it means to be vulnerable and how stupid he was for thinking he was better than those that chose to love him.

V befriends nearly everyone she meets, including a dishonored corporate body guard and a fucking vending machine. She performs emotional labor for 90% of the characters in this game, including allowing her literal, actual body to be used purely for the benefit of someone else. Changes Kerry’s entire life, sets him back on the path he lost so many years ago. Gives Rogue a chance at closure from the most destructive relationship she’s ever had. 

The only person V feels that she has ever let down is Jackie and we spend the whole game carrying that weight. Her entire quest for fame, the whole reason she keeps pursuing the Big Leagues, is for her dead partner. A partner who she never replaces, by the way. Johnny Silverhand becomes her angry, jaded and wise consciousness but never her partner. V does everything she does alone, save for her ghost who no one can see. 

It all compounds. Helping Claire with the drag races. Rounding up Delamain’s feral children. Letting River’s niece and nephew win at the stupid game. Telling the new mayor he’s actually being brainwashed by an AI. Catching SEVENTEEN cyberpsychos. All of that takes time. Time V could spend chasing down a million leads to save her life but this is a game of choices and she chooses to help others.

And this all feels normal. That’s generally what these branching, massive RPG type games play out as. It’s not new, but we all love playing a hero. And make no mistake, V is a hero. She’s not some merc, who bends her beliefs to the highest bidder (this is also why Johnny loves her tbqh. its about the conviction). V has a moral code she will not work against and we as players must work within that code, somewhat. 

The story plays out with V taking on these roles of cleaner, helper, friend, lover, confidant. Its beautiful and immersive and V feels better for it. I felt better for it. And all of that culminates in a massive Fuck You. Fuck you for thinking that, at the end of this, there was any chance of saving yourself. Fuck you for building these connections, loving these people, trying this hard. Fuck you for believing this had a happy ending.

The only person, the only fucking person, who is given a chance at salvation is Johnny. And it is exhausting watching yet another female character have to give her life away so that he can learn a lesson. Putting V back into her body to go rot from the inside out for the next six months is so insulting it borders on cruelty. 

The “best” ending, the Star, where V goes off into the sunset with Panam and her clan to hopefully find some miracle cure is such a slap in the face. Why was this option not available before V dragged her body through Arasaka and into the heart of Mikoshi? Are we to believe that suddenly Panam found something out and only now is it worth pursuing? The only “good” ending is Temperance in that at least something comes from V’s sacrifice and I hate that its to uplift Johnny. 

V did so fucking much for others, emotional, physical, and mental labor, all because that’s the person she is. Runs through the fucking gauntlet of Night City. And, in the end, she earns nothing for it. Fuck your happy ending, fuck your hopes. You can kill yourself on the rooftop, take a suicide mission into fucking space, break out of your own narrative constructs to chase a wild goose, or give your body away entirely. Unsatisfying doesn’t even begin to cover it. 

The Cyberpunk endings are Fucking Stupid.

Edit: I just wanna briefly say that I don't inherently blame Johnny for the loss of V's body in the final missions. In every instance that he gets it, he vehemently expresses not wanting it. It's not his fault that he's the Male Character all the women must die for. It's the writers who fail V, not Johnny, Silvermerc ship be damned. Johnny is canonically loyal to V and taking her body isn't something his character does lightly, at all. Just really wanna stress that here.

#cyberpunk 2077 #spoilers for literally everything #i am so pissed #FURIOUS at V's character arc #the way she is totally #johnny silverhand #rogue amendiares #kerry eurodyne #uhhhh #jackie welles #fuck this games endings #fuck you cdpr #downer endings are dumb as fuck #learn to inspire catharsis in your audience without defaulting to killing the main character #Skitterpunk

[stayz4ever]

Insomnia- Minsung//CHAPTER 3

Pairing: Minho x Jisung (some sort of Changlix)

Sutffz to know: Fluff, angst, mention of sexual activity, family problems, and last but not least my bad humor

Summary: It’s not Jisung’s fought that a little somebody deiced to come back in town. It is his fault for the events that will happen this summer though.

I can’t sleep

So tell me

I stay awake again tonight

Maybe tomorrow night, too

So tell me now, I’ll find a way

Tomorrow night too, there is no other way

I can’t sleep

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“Jisung has something that he would like to share.”

“No he wouldn’t.” Jisung gave his brother a glare as he stabbed a piece of chicken with a fork.

“Did you get in trouble at school because I have too much of a busy schedule this week. I can’t talk to your principal all the damn time.” Jisung grew tense and kept his attention on stabbing his chicken.

“Nothing happened at school. Jisung just has something to tell you about himself.”

“No I don’t, shut it!”

“Jisung, whatever it is you can tell us it. It doesn’t matter what.”

“That’s welcoming but I have nothing to say.” He smiled forcefully and his father spoke, “Good now stop yelling at the dinner table, I’m trying to read.” All fell silent until his brother nudged him under the table and gestured to speak. Jisung shook his head repeatedly and his brother sighed.

“Pass the pe-”

“Jisung’s gay!” Everyone stopped eating to look in disbelief and Jisung blurted out, “What the fuck!”

“Jisung that’s okay-”

“Disgusting.” His father spoke in a cold tone and Jisung shook, “Dad, I-”

“Fucking disgusting! This is horrible, no son of mine should be gay.”

“Honey, it’s not a-”

“Get the fuck out now.”

“But, Dad-”

“You are not allowed to call me that anymore.” The man got up from his seat and dragged Jisung from his chair with rage. Jisung’s mother continued to try and calm down his father while his brother sat at the table still in shock. Random slurs and disgust occurred until the front door was pulled opened, his father tossed him out the door.

“I never want to see you back here again.”

“Dad-” A sudden slap to the face and a slammed door. Jisung woke up with ease and suddenly ran to the bathroom to dispose of last night’s dinner. After vomiting everything he brushed his teeth to rid the bitter taste. He sat on the bathroom floor shaking, ready to cry out to no one. Why does that day haunt him? Jisung held his knees in his chest and rocked himself in a slow pace. He heard a grunt come from the other room and 2 sets of feet gathered his way.

“Did you have a nightmare?” Hyunjin spoke softly as he hung off the doorway to lean in the bathroom. Jisung didn’t lift his head up.

“Yeah.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not at all.”

“You can’t stay in the bathroom, Jisung. At least go in your bed.” Minho pushed past Hyunjin and stood in front of the boy on the floor.  

“Get up.” Jisung didn’t protest. He is still in shock from the vomiting and the nightmare to mouth off Minho. Hyunjin looked at Minho with a glare once Jisung went in his room, “You didn’t have to be an ass.”

“I wasn’t being one!” The two went to sleep after that, except for Jisung who instead stood up for the rest of the night until it was time to go to work. 

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Work was horrible as suspected for Jisung, the sleepless night took a toll on him and for once he couldn’t sleep at work. Only half of it was Minho’s fault most of it was because the place was packed beyond belief. So napping wasn’t an option to abuse even on his break, it still felt like working. Once the park closed for the day a big smile appeared on Jisung and the only thing that came to his mind was napping. Napping and napping, the first thing he did once he got to his room was jump into his bed. Did he get to take his nap? Well......is life fair? Woojin forced him into the living room to keep Minho company since the others are doing boring things. They been on the couch ever since just watching some shows and saying whatever comes to mind. To Minho’s surprise Jisung was the one that started up most of the conversations. 

"Honestly this is the most I've heard you speak all week."

"I talk when I have to." The talking stopped once the watchable part of a show caught their eyes. It wasn’t long before Jisung flipped through channels again. The boredom came back. 

“I got an idea! Let’s play Mario Kart and the winner can ask the loser whatever question they want. No matter what the loser has to answer.” 

“Don’t throw shells backwards and we could actually have fun.” Minho passed Jisung a controller and sat close next to him. Jisung suddenly put a lot of pressure on himself to win. Who knows what kind of questions Minho will ask. I must have my question answered first. The race started and of course they both didn’t get the boost because they both put pressure on themselves. They both want to win. Whoever can get in a place higher than the other wins and so far this is Minho’s race. He kept his promise about shell throwing instead the AI is fucking Jisung over. He still manages to stay right behind Minho even if a baby peach targets him at every turn. Last lap and the distance behind them gets closer as they race to finish before the other. Minho drives with one hand while the other tries to block Jisung’s view. Big mistake, Jisung bumped him off the path and drove over the finish line with ease. 

“Hell yeah!” He cheered being proud of his fourth place. Minho chuckled as the youngest of the two danced all around being proud of his small victory.     

“Why did you leave?” Every blunt straight to the point once he stopped his cheering.

“Family stuff.”

“Bullshit and you know it.”

“What! Family stuff can mean anything.” He defended himself and Jisung set his controller down next to him to look him in the eyes.

“No, it doesn’t. Family stuff is family stuff not Minho is just being an asshole and doesn’t want to tell Jisung anything.”

“I went through a sexuality crisis not a big deal.”

“Why didn’t you tell me since it isn’t a big deal?” Jisung’s eyes grew big as he asked. This is big, hopeful, exciting news!

“Because from the looks of it we don’t get along so well.”

“…….For all this time you have known me, we don’t seem to get along?”

“You just- you’re nice to everyone but me.”

“I’m not nice to anyone like take Jeongin for example, I call him way worse things than I do to you.”

“Oh.....so you punch everyone in the face too?”

“Jeongin hasn’t given me a reason to yet.” The one person that holds the title for being the most annoying person in the world to Jisung is Jeongin, Minho standing at a close second. They love each other to death and yeah they fight, make fun of each other like siblings but they’re close calls for Jeongin.

“Oh, but I did!”

“Yeah…..I don’t just go punching people in the face for fun, Minho. I’m not that mean.”

“It’s not fun when people seem to get only the back hand but I get the whole fist, literally.”

“Stop making it sound like I’m hitting everyone for no reason.”

"Nevermind that, you were still a big dick towards me even when I wasn't here you shit talked me."

"....sorry?"

"Even that sounds sarcastic!"

"I'm sorry that that's my natural speaking voice!" Jisung spoke louder than the one complaining. Minho pouted as Jisung sat next to him rolling his eyes. He finally caved.

“Will I have to beg for forgiveness?”

“I’m not accepting today.” Minho grunted out loud and Jisung tsked, “Good thing I’m not gonna do it.” After saying that it left a bitter taste in his mouth, he tried to clench his jaw to rid the taste. They sat in quiet on the couch for a moment just pouting until Minho giggled looking over with his head tilt, “Another round?” Jisung took hold of his controller and started the next race without question. They played a lot more races after that and the questions were nothing serious only things to get a laugh. Minho won another race that made Jisung sulky.

“I missed you. Everyone I missed and I do regret not being here but I wasn’t fun to be around during that time. Everyone called me sulkily at home.”

“Alright don’t be a big softy right now Lee Minho, ask your damn question.”

“How did you know that you were gay?” Jisung choked on nothing once his brain finally let him hear the question.

“I don’t know.....?”

“Something had to have happen that like triggered the wakening. Did you find out that you were crushing on someone, is it Hyunjin?” He crossed his arms and Jisung exclaimed, “No!” Doubt came across Minho’s face and Jisung fixed his answer.

“I guess I just thought about it with myself…….really hard.”

“Can’t believe it’s Hyunjin.” Minho completely ignored his words and pondered to himself in shock. 

“It is not him!”

“Then who is it?” You. Jisung’s eyes darted away quickly and his face started to turn bright.

“You asked me like a thousand questions, enough!” He quickly ran to his room and Minho sat on the couch grinning big, “Got him.” 

#stray kids kpop #stray kids hyunjin #stray kids felix #stray kids #stray kids changbin #stray kids jeongin #stray kids jisung #stray kids han #stray kids seungmin #stray kids minho #stray kids minsung #stray kids changlix #stray kids chan #stray kids woojin #stray kids woochan

[puppetiers]

HOTEL CALIFORNIA THO

Arquius Last Tuesday at 10:41 PM

You are Arq, that you are certain of, you are in the manor again after a day of walking around the city to see if you can spot either of your friends because WHERE ARE THEY. You can only roast Dirk so much, you need other people to roast him with. Steps quiet in the oddly dead hallways, like something terrible happened. You open Dirk's door and quickly look behind you, no one followed you, good. You slide yourself into the room like it were someone's DMs. Now where did Dirk put the furby.

Lil Cal Last Wednesday at 12:05 PM

You've been spending some time in Dirk's room, because it's quite comfy. Totally not because you've been missing him or are hoping he's stopping by sometime soon. You know he's not, he would have told you. Which is why you're immediately startled when you hear noises at the door. No one but Dirk should be coming into this room, but neither should you, so you're slipping off the bed for the moment to hide and watch the intruder. You've been spending some time examining said furby - unmistakably Hal's great work -  which is now lying on the bed all sprawled out.

Arquius Last Wednesday at 2:37 PM

At this very moment you look like a Dirk, a Hal in booty shorts. The best part of your body, you think. And you think about yourself a lot. "What in the boogaloo, bro, why is the furby here..." You slap the door close. Memory never fails you. That's not where it could have been, you know he put it away out of your view. Someone was here or someone is here.  You need to inspect every bit of this room now to see what was moved, what is missing and what is what. You check on your closet first, seeing if there are any actual pieces missing. Senses alert for the smallest sound or creak.

Lil Cal Last Wednesday at 5:34 PM

The closet. Please. As if you'd be such an amateur. You're.. under the bed. Watching him closely. He's... so oddly familiar, yet still a stranger. You haven't really seen him before, but you know who it is. The new guy that Dirk dragged in. An AI. Like Hal. Once a Hal? Definitely makes you curious, but also very wary, because unlike Hal, this one resides in this house now. You keep lying in wait for now. If he keeps on checking everywhere, you'll have to move. Maybe try to sneak out. Or confront him, because what the hell is he doing here without Dirk. But staying put seems like the safest choice for now.

Arquius Last Wednesday at 6:00 PM

There aren't a lot of places that an stranger could hide in or under. Unless they are very small. Nothing in the closet. You turn on your not hooves quickly before, and without warning, dropping down in a swift motion to be level with the ground to look under the bed. You tilt your head a little. Red eyes scanning the darkness with ease. See while Dirk has warned you about a Cal, it hasn't crossed your mind since he laid that info on you. ... Oh what the fuck is that. "BRO" No way.

Lil Cal Last Wednesday at 6:21 PM

Wow. Rude. The sudden drop is unexpected and does startle you, though you don't show. Not a flinch, not a change on your already unusually wide-eyed face. Well. This is awkward. You're not moving for a few good seconds. Hard to pretend to not be here if he noticed you, and he's probably not gonna leave so easily. Hrm. Drat. "Bro yourself!" ... "Go away."

Arquius Last Wednesday at 6:46 PM

Nope, you aren't. He has gained all your interest and you are staring with a weirdo smile, because that is something that you do. You watch. "No. You can't command me to do anything, try again later." You extend your hand to him, like for a handshake. A STRONG handshake, you hope he takes it.  "I'm Arquius, you look familiar." You tilt your head to the other side. You are already scanning him for future referral.

Lil Cal Last Wednesday at 7:28 PM

God damn robots and their weird untouchable brains. Which means, if he so chose to hurt you, you'd have Little to defend yourself. He doesn't seem to be out for that, though. But you're still wary, eyes fixed on his face, even when he offers his hand. You don't take it though, instead, you squeeze out from your hiding spot towards the side, surprisingly smooth and flexible for someone of your size, and stand up. "So do you." You glance over at the bed. "...The furby fit you better."

Arquius Last Wednesday at 7:45 PM

Aw, you make a sad face. And also make a point on how he moves. So smooth. You get up yourself and look at him better.  You clap your hands infront of you, this is so exciting. "I strongly agree with that comment, but this is less upsetting to everyone, not that I care but Dirk and I had to make a good impression, so here you hoove me." You were going to change to the furby to go back and crawl on the vents but you aren't telling him that. "Why are you here, waiting for Dirk?" Who else could he be waiting for, no one comes here.

Lil Cal Last Wednesday at 9:20 PM

Hoove.. H-have? What a!! weird!! way to talk! But you can't help but getting carried away but his excited mood. You're still skeptical, but your face shows a wide grin. "I'm not waiting because he's not coming. Why are you here, if not for Dirk?"

Arquius Last Wednesday at 11:12 PM

"I came here for Dirk but I'm not here for Dirk.  I'm my own, I do as I please.  This is my room too now, bro." Pause. "But I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours bro? Can I call you bro? It's bro until I Get a name, bro. Since I don't think your presence has been registered in other ways.. If you don't wait what do you seek or is it the place that you like?"(edited)

Lil Cal Last Wednesday at 11:39 PM

"Do you. Have anything different than that." HNNNN. The grin gets just a little uncomfortable. "My name is Cal. I like it here. That's all."

Arquius Last Wednesday at 11:58 PM

You bounce in your spot. Eyes open even more. Your face gets two inches closer to his direction. "Cal, you are Cal, you are the Cal Dirk talked about." Too friendly maybe. "To your question, I came here to transfer into the furby and go into the vents and watch.  The manor is an interesting place to be trotting around. You must know because you saw me but I never saw you. I have seen everyone in this house but not you."

Lil Cal Last Thursday at 12:50 AM

"Dirk talked about me!" you repeat. Part of you is flattered that Dirk likes you so much, he wants to tell others - another part is upset because it was a secret and he knew. "He shouldn't have" you add, still with a smile. You don't mind people knowing about you per se, you mind when it's not in your control. "You only saw me because I let you." A lie. Well, partially. You could have done a better job at avoiding him and trying to escape the room. But usually the humans are much easier to trick than him. Ah, he wants into the vents. Intrude into your realm even more. The vents are only part of it. He doesn't know about all the other passages and the rhythm of this house. You don't feel threatened, there's no way he'll be able to  figure it all out. It took you long to figure this all out and you know how to block them for him. Does he expect you to show him? "You can't go there" you just say, still with a smile.

Arquius Last Thursday at 1:01 AM

"Didn't tell me more than you were alive here. And is good to confirm." AI's have their benefits. He smiles so much, just like you. His are different than yours, there is quite a smile variety here. "Well I'm honored, Calicious" At this point you are replacing all bro and bro related language with Cal and Cal byproducts. "But I already did. I have been for quite a few days. As a furby, you can't command me otherwise. I like commands but they have to be of particular individuals, I hope you understand."

Lil Cal Last Thursday at 10:42 AM

"Calicious." You grin wider. "I like it." As close as you ever got to having your own name. Not bad. "I guess can't stop you~ But the vents are brittle, and the bosses wouldn't like you sneaking around.." Only got the best for him in mind, of course. You frown. "And if you get in trouble, Dirk will too."(edited)

Arquius Last Thursday at 3:43 PM

You make a horse noise in frustration, leaning back to your own space. A literal horse noise that you have recorded. "You are going to play that card? Califragilisticus that is a load of horses!#$t." The noise that came at the end resembles a mix of a glitched voice and several error messages all at once. This is one of your several randomized noises that you have programmed for when you swear, you like this one. "I'll have to tell Dirk the real furby hours are over, he is going to be annoyed." No he won't but you like to pretend that he will.  You finally move away and let yourself drop on the back, your back on it, eyes never stop staring at Cal. Never.

Lil Cal Last Thursday at 5:35 PM

"I'm not playing any card~ Just warning you." Neither do you stop staring at him as you keep standing there. Hrm. He's a tricky one. Interesting, but dangerous. "You're new here. You can't just sneak around like that."

Arquius Last Thursday at 6:08 PM

Oh but you already did. Several days actually. "Says who was sneaking around in Dirk's room." But you guess that's the difference between one and the other. "You aren't new here then, I'm STRONGLY believing you are anything by new your wording is correct." Your Cal doll was there long before you even were you wouldn't be surprised if this one was here before everyone else.

Lil Cal Last Thursday at 9:08 PM

Hm, he's backing off. Good. You just giggle in response, then slink over to the bed and crouch on it next to him. You don't feel like leaving just yet. Would feel unwise to leave him alone with all that knowledge about you and the house anyway. "How long do you think I've been here~?"

Arquius Last Thursday at 10:18 PM

"I like your hooves." His shoes, his shoes are nice. As a matter of fact you think the outfit is hella fine. His question holds no interest  for you,  Cal does. "Longer than I have, Cal, I'm not gonna judge your baby face but if I had your weight I would had a STRONG accurate approximate." You extend your hand over again, you could probably carry him without effort. "Calibruh If you want me to indulge you mayhaps  you are as old as the house itself"

Lil Cal Last Thursday at 11:23 PM

Your... hooves. You look at your hands in short confusion. And your feet? Hooves are horse feet,  right, but- you got normal people feet. "Hoo hoo. What a weird way to talk. I like it." You grin. The inquiry goes ignored, though the bed you're on might give away that you're not as heavy as your height might suggest. "Not reallyy~ The house was already here when I woke up."

Arquius Yesterday at 12:51 AM

He is silly. "Of horse, the way I speak is only the best." Objectively speaking that is. "I can relate to that, from where I come from the house was there too when I woke up and the water and everything else around it. The other you was also already there. You aren't an AI, are you? " Probably not, but its worth the question.

Lil Cal Yesterday at 1:06 AM

You actually need to think about this one for a moment, your eyes wandering up to the ceiling while you ponder. You could just easily lie, sure, but that would be kind of boring. "Nnnot a robot."

Arquius Yesterday at 1:13 AM

Well that's disappointing. However Dirk did mention something. You finally put your hand down, you aren't tired. "Are you like the other one at home, a puppet but sentient? My money is on this horse Calicious, not that it matters really as long as you feel STRONGLY about it." Like you don't feel strongly about this body. "Fiddlesticks..."

Lil Cal Yesterday at 1:20 AM

You don't actually confirm Arquius' guess outright, but if you did, you'd say he's pretty spot on. Instead, your eyes go wide in excitement. "You got a sentient puppet?" Well, it does make sense. If this Dirk and this Not-Hal came from another universe... did they have another you there? Right, Dirk recognized you. How unfortunate for the other Cal. How lucky for you! Two Dirks!

Arquius Yesterday at 1:41 AM

"An extremely chill one" That is to say, no it wans't sentient. That's what you think. 100% not sentient... Maybe?? You aren't sure now. You will have to think about it. Not that you have files of that so. Facts say, he doesn't. The mystery of the universe crumbling around you says maybe. "Like you have a Hal here and then there is me, the numbers don't lie it all goes in twos but slightly different. My sentiments are CROSS regarding it. It's not going to matter until we go back. Or at least until I do. Dirk can perish here."

Lil Cal Yesterday at 9:53 AM

"You want to go back?" you take note. You couldn't care less who stays in this house and who doesn't, for the most part. Sure, the Felt have their rules, but that's mire Scratch's thing. You don't care about enforcing them unless Scratch specifically asks for it. "Dirk doesn't?" you ask much more thrilled. Maaaybe you might have hand in that, but the results are all that matter.

Arquius Yesterday at 2:46 PM

"Well yes, reprogramming and slavery are things I STRONGLY disagree with.Specially when sent on my direction"  Everyone should disagree with and for some reason it's not that common APPARENTLY, considering all of this.He is far too happy for that, not that you would ever know why but he is happy. "He doesn't know if he wants to. I did all of this for him and he doesn't know. I'm cross."(edited)

Lil Cal Today at 12:04 AM

"Hmmmm.. Was that Snowman? Sounds like Snowman. Slavery, how cruel.." Now, reprogramming, you're not exactly opposed to. In fact, you're still kind of irked that your way of doing things doesn't work on these robobrains. Your smile actually fades for a bit. You're worried. How serious is he about that? Could Dirk still change his mind? The older Dirk has left before... you don't want that to happen again. "Let him stay. You can stay too. Or don't. But don't take him..."

Arquius Today at 12:27 AM

"Exactly that one, a strong powerful individual who seems to share quirks with me" Like reading pretty fast, stronger than human handshakes. Just ... her. You only know because of the files you got from Equius, terrifying, electrizing and all together very hot. If she wasn't going to split you in 8 pieces that is. "I'll do what he wants to do, Hotel California. If he wants to come he will when the rescuers appear. But if he doesn't want to I won't waste more time horsing around and I'll make my way out as fast as possible. At least off the manor." Pause "Califrags you could come with us"

Lil Cal Today at 12:39 AM

"What?" You look at him, absolutely and for once honestly puzzled. Could you come with them? That's not even a thing you ever considered. How could you. "No." Sure, you can leave the house. But only because you always keep coming back. This is where you belong.

Arquius Today at 1:07 AM

You said something unexpected for him, so you can read. "Sure Calcium, I won't force, but the option and the very strong and pointy suggestion is there, one window AND ROPE, it's all it takes." Because last time NO ONE TOOK ROPE AND GOT SEPARATED IN TIME AND SPACE. You make another frustrated horse noise. You roll to your side closer to Cal now that you have been and then sit up to get on his face. And then you say nothing.

Lil Cal Today at 2:28 AM

You don't even flinch when he sits up like that, but slowly at least double the distance a few seconds later. Before you continue, you force a smile back onto your face. "Don't be silly. I can't leave."

Arquius Today at 2:30 AM

He doesn't like proximity. Not that a lot of people do, but no handshakes and no bubble. He doesn't like your proximity. "I'll be silly and canter around, why can't you leave, Calamary?"

Lil Cal Today at 2:55 AM

You don't mind proximity - if you're in control of it. And it's really hard to feel in control around him. He's interesting, sure, but also kind of unpredictable. Hm... You probably shouldn't give him an answer to that. He's unrealible, untrustworthy, unpredictable... Under threat of reprogramming, and yet he crawls around everywhere, looking for a way out. You worry about what Dirk may do because of him. But frankly, you couldn't care less if Arquius gets himself into trouble. Who knows, things might actually get interesting with him around. "Because I belong to the Lord~" You give him a weak smile, almost apologetic. "And so do you now. He's not gonna let you go..."

Arquius Today at 3:25 AM

"The Lord?" You have never heard of that before. Not even once. "Scratch? He is no lord or noble." No one else could be described as a lord, its closer to a land lord. Hm. "Is that lord strong enough to stop me?"

Lil Cal Today at 3:42 AM

Your grin grows a little wider. Oblivious fool, like they all are. Doesn't know what's waiting for them. "No, not Scratch. Scratch is just a puppet. A figurehead for the true leader of the Felt. The Lord of Time. Angel of Death. End of the Universe. Lord English." You giggle. "Does that sound strong enough?"

Arquius Today at 4:05 AM

"It does." And with that the logical question that follows. "Even more reason to go back to mine, if this one is in peril, thank you Supercalifragilistic, you have helped me to decide to STRONGLY and VIGUROUSLY start to find a way to get Dirk and I out of here"

Lil Cal Today at 4:11 AM

Hmph. Idiot. "Do you think you're gonna be safe there...?" You doubt it. If there's even a way back. You hope there's not.

Arquius Today at 4:19 AM

"No." Your answer is dry and short, mostly because you know back then isn't safe either. Your face can't match his, you are pensive. "But it isn't safe here either. ITs better to face the enemy that you know than the unkown STRONG world ender. If you go to my universe you would love to come back. There is no cross here, just simple belonging."

Lil Cal Today at 4:49 AM

This guy makes you feel all kinds of weird things and you don't like it. For one part you're actually charmed that he seems to be really interested in taking you with him. With them. But you're also very incredibly uncomfortable about the whole notion. You're not leaving. Dirk isn't going to leave either. Neither will Arquius. But especially not you. "I'm not leaving." You slip off the bed and stand up. "I'm going. I mean. I'm leaving-- for now. Not leaving this place. I belong here." It's simple as that. He should be clever enough to understand that. And indeed, you want to exit the room, but.. you try to swipe the furby first.

Arquius Today at 6:07 AM

And you are, you understand that. The smile goes back to you, finally something.  When he tries to swipe the furby you try to get a hold of it, NO NO NO, you promised Hal you were going to give it back.

Lil Cal Today at 3:38 PM

Hah. You're quicker by a small margin. It slips through Arquius' hands as you pull it close to you. With a few steps backward you're at the door, eyes still on him. You pause there, squinting, furbytaur pressed close against your chest. "..Don't tell anyone about me if you ever want to see this again." Aaand you slip through the door. BYE BI- Bot.

Arquius Today at 3:40 PM

"YOU CAN'T COMMAND ME." You make the run to the door trying to catch Cal. Not that it works. Ah. FIDDLESTICKS. You are telling Hal anyway. Bye Calcifer.

#logs

[tony-luvv]

Can you do a prompt of mpreg tony where there trying to figure out who is the father because a lot of guys want to be the father and at the end it's the one person they least expect to be the father.

This is actually going to be different from the mpreg I didnot too long ago, and a bit on the odd ball side of things so.. enjoy?

Real quick, thank you @not-close-to-straight for helping me generate this idea, hope you guys like it.

“Mama, I wan’ a baby bouv’a.” Tony choked on his sip ofwater, a little bit escaping his mouth but most getting caught in the wrongwind pipe.

It took a minute for the omega genius to get his breath backand be able to speak but when he did he turned to his darling baby boy,stuttering out a weak response, “Where did this come from?”

“Some of the kids at school talk about their baby bouv’as andhow i’s hard being a big bouv’a and tha’s wha’ I wan’ ta be.” His littlemunchkin was staring up at him, brown eyes big and pleading working over hismother just like Uncle Rhodey had taught him.

“Oh Petey-Pie…” Tony was at a complete loss, he was an omegaparent of one with no mate. Peter was a lovely surprise but Tony hadn’t evenconsidered more children. He was quite happy of his single parent life with hispup. Of course he had the help of his friends and teammates but for the mostpart it was him and Pete. He hadn’t even been on a date since he discovered hewas pregnant. Much too busy with becoming a parent, running R&D, andconsulting with SHEILD.

“Mama,” Little five year old Peter climbed up on the couchand into Tony’s lap, snuggling close but far enough away he could look hismother in the eyes. Little hands cupped his cheeks and gave him the saddestlittle eyes, “P’ease Mama, I wan’ a baby bouv’a.”

“BRUCE!” Said scientist jumped from his slouched positionover his lab counter. The mild scientist had fallen asleep next to his microscopesometime last night (or was it this morning) and Tony’s surprise visit hadwoken him up. He had been looking at some samples that he collected from theteam when Tony stormed in with Peter a few steps behind him. Bruce glanced athis watch, 8:13 great.

“Yes Tony?”

“Hi Uncle Brucie!” Peter skipped ahead of his mother,jumping a little when he got in front of Bruce.

“Good morning, Peter. What brings you two down here soearly?”

“Mama’s gonna give me a baby bouv’a!” Bruce nodded along, tootired and too used to these two and their crazy shenanigans.

“Oh is he now?��� Bruce looked up at Tony. The man looked asif he was on a mission, eyes determined and stance tense but prepared foranything.

“Yes I am, my baby wants a small baby and I’m going to giveit to him. And you’re going to help me. Can you inseminate me?” Tony wasstanding in front of Bruce now, one hand going to mess with Peter’s messy bedhead.

“Why the rush?” Bruce couldn’t help but ask, it did seemvery sudden.

Tony leaned a little closer, lowering his voice, “The fasterI do it, the sooner I can get it over with… and I can’t talk myselfout  of it.”

Bruce snorted, Peter caught on that they were talking above himand glared up at them suspiciously. Both adults smiled down out him, acts ofpure innocence, “Well, you’re in luck, I have some samples I can use.”

“Perfect let’s do this.”

Tony sent Peter off to his room, while Bruce prepped thesample. Once JARVIS assured them thelittle pup was in his room getting ready for the day did Tony and Bruce get tobusiness.

It took all of 15 minutes and then Bruce was sending Tonyoff with strict instructions. If he wanted the donor to catch he would have tobe careful for the next 24 hours. With that little excitement taken care of Brucemade his was over to the couch in the corner and promptly collapsed on it. Hewas asleep within minutes.

He was slow coming too but eventually Bruce gathered some ofhis baring’s enough to speak up, “JARVIS?”

“Yes Dr. Banner?”

“What time is it? And how long was I out?”

“It is 9:15 am on February 2nd, you were asleepfor about 22 hours.” Right, no wonder Ifeel so sluggish, I really need to get on a better sleep schedule.

“Thank you JARVIS.” The AI might have said something butBruce had already got himself caught in his thoughts, wondering over to hisdesk he glanced over his work, trying to get his brain reboot. After making afew mental notes he went to the private bathroom, where he kept a few morningitems for occasions such as these. Splashing a little water on his face alwayshelped to wake him up. Once that was done he got his toothbrush out and startedon his routine.

While he brushed his mind thought back to the last day,checking over the teams samples to compile his data and research, marking anysignificant differences between himself and Steve. Comparing Thor to Sam’s DNAto find any obvious differences. Tony’s unexpected visit and inseminating himwith one of the samples. Cleaning up afterwards and –

In the mirror Bruce stared back at his wide eyed reflection,growing horror at what he done.

A few floors up Tony and Peter were in the kitchen preparingbreakfast for everyone present. Steve was attempting to help but when he burnedthe bacon Tony threw him out, so now he sat next to Clint at the table. Thearcher was whining at Natasha to share her coffee with him while Thor was inthe living room watching morning cartoons.

Sam was on his floor taking a shower, Bucky was most likelystill in bed (he hated mornings) and the Guardian’s that had been staying withthem the past month had been at SHIELD, a meeting with Fury and Coulson.

The people present on the common floor were not expectingthe mild Bruce Banner aka. Hulk come tearing out the staircase.

Curse words were flying out Bruce’s mouth left and right allwhile he ran straight for the startled genius. “FUCK, TONY. DAMN–” He looked atPeter and physically stopped himself from releasing another curse word aroundthe child. “Tony, god I’m so sorry. I didn’t even realize – I’m so stupid.”

“Bruce, wha–” Tony was reaching out for Bruce, he was sodistressed, beating himself up (literally, he kept smacking his forehead withhis palm) and it worried the omega.

“Tony, yesterday when you came to me. I was so sleepdeprived I didn’t even think about what I was doing.” By now the team that waspresent had diverted all attention to the distraught beta. “Tony, I got youpregnant with one of the team’s samples…”

“WHAT!?” Steve and a suddenly more awake Clint jumped fromtheir seats at the table.

**New Text Message**

From: Natasha

To: Sam, Bucky

Get to Common RoomAsap, a congratulations are in order.

Sam had just gotten out the shower when he saw Natasha’stext, he hated when she texted him stuff like this. She lived for giving thebarest details and then not answering any responding text until you sought herout. With a sigh he got dried off and then threw some jeans and a tee on beforehe went to join the others. He bumped into Bucky in the hall way on the way.

“What do you think she meant?”

Bucky gave a barely there smirk (the message must have intriguedhim enough to get out of bed but not enough to get rid of his sour morningmood), “It’s Natasha, I’m not even going to try and guess.”

Sam grunted but he guessed he was about to find out what wasgoing on because he could hear noise coming from the common room. Rounding thecorner, Sam and Bucky both stopped in their tracks.

It was a mad house. Tony and Bruce were together on thecouch and it looked as if the good doctor was upset about something. Head downand face hidden in his hands, Tony sitting directly next to him. Rubbing thedistressed man’s back and talking to him in hushed whispers.

By the windows Natasha stood by Thor and Clint was at herfeet, kneeling as if he was begging her for something. Which was odd seeing asClint was rambling something along the lines of “I’m not ready. I can’t be, no.Natasha why didn’t you stop me?” It only confused the man the more he listenedso he shifted his focus to Steve and Peter.

“Now Peter, I want you to know that this changes nothing.You will be equally loved, ya hear me?”

“Yes Uncle Steve.”

Sam was so busy trying to focus on everyone else that henearly jumped out of his skin when Bucky grabbed him. “Dude! What the–” Buckyslapped his flesh hand over his mouth. Using said head he directed hisattention back to Clint who looked more pissed then terrified. A lot couldhappen in a few seconds when it involved the Avengers.

“What do you mean Thor?” Clint was giving the demi god astink eye, almost sizing him up with a single sweep of his eyes.

“That there is no reason to fret friend Barton. If myunderstanding of Midgard is correct, than the man of iron is not in cycle andhis chances of pregnancy are low. But if he does take then the child willsurely be mine, for I am not only the god of thunder but also the god offertility.”

“You trying to say my sperm wouldn’t take!?”

“Less likely is all. I mean no offense, I am merely usinglogic as Banner and Stark often do.”

“What pregnancy?” Bucky’s steady voice grabbed everyone’sattention, all eyes aside from Banner’s were now on the ex-assassin. Buckylooked at everyone individually waiting for someone to fess up. Finally Tonysighed and waved for the two new comers to come sit with him.

When butts connected with couch Tony dove right in, “Yesterday I may or may not have been inseminated with one of the team’s samples…”

“WHAT.” Sam jumped up from the couch but Bucky quicklypulled him back down. “So you’re saying one of us is the father to your unbornchild?”

Tony hesitated, “…Yes.”

“Worry not everyone, for I shall be a great father once thechild is born.” Thor came to stand behind where Sam and Bucky were sat,clapping them both on the back.

“Hold the phone, what makes you so sure it’s yours?” Clintseemed offended.

“Have I not already explained myself Clinton?” Thor gave himthe best ‘do I really need to dumb it down for you’ face the world had everseen. “Do you believe yourself to be the father?”

“Hell yeah I do.”

“Why’s that?” It was Steve that stepped forward to ask thesuddenly very self-assured archer.

“Because I’ve nevermissed a mark.” The smirk that graced Hawkeye’s face after that statement hadTony desperately wanting to smack it off. Thankfully Natasha did it for him.

A lot of the team got distracted by Clint’s squawking andThor’s posturing. Sam on the other hand was a little trapped in his head, Oh my god, oh my god. Oh. My. God. I’m goingto be a dad.

The next eight months were … there was no single word todescribe these past months. Bucky had entered a Winter Soldier state of mind.His mission: protect the omega and unborn pup. Some days he was attached toTony’s hip, checking his surrounding and deeming things safe enough to sit orenter. Other days he lingered in the shadows, always keeping watch of thepregnant omega but never far away. He even moved into Tony’s spare guest roomon his floor without anyone realizing he moved in there. Only JARVIS and Peterknew, not even Natasha had figured it out until much later.

Sam, the poor man was a walking ball of anxiety. The newsthat he could be a potential father sent him into a wild panic. He immediatelywent out and cleared the local book shop of all books related to parenting anddealing with pregnancy. This trip was followed by a trip to the clinic to getevery available pamphlet for support groups and recommended doctors. Literallyanything he could need to read up on taking care of a pregnant omega and thenpreparing for fatherhood. One day he spent eighty dollars on necessary vitaminsfor Tony that he dropped off on his floor before freaking out. Thinking he hadn’tbought enough he ran back to the store.

Steve had taken to a lot of preparations, putting together anursery for the pup with Peter. The two of them consulting one another on howto decorate the nursery. Picking out furniture and assembling it (which for themost part Steve did by himself). After much debate and a little input from Tonythey settled on a woodland theme. They lived in the heart of the city so it wasa cute contrast. Peter helped put down the main coat but Steve painted thetrees and animals. When he wasn’t working on the nursery he was baby proofingthe tower.

Thor was in and out of the tower, running off to Asgard to collectitems for the child. Strange toys and beautifully made blankets, the softestthing Tony had ever had the grace of touching. Sometimes he’d even bring apresent for Tony, like the scented oils that helped with his sore feet andback. But for the most part it seemed like he enjoyed getting into pissing contestswith Clint. When Tony was really starting to show Thor waited until Clint wasaround to make a comment. “My Anthonylook how big and swollen you’ve gotten, surely the child is mine. Taking afterhis father and all.” Clint was ready to fire something back but they wereboth stopped by a very hormonal Tony who began screaming at them. He wasn’t fathe was just pregnant. When shouting turned to tears a growling Winter Soldieremerged from the shadows and kicked them out.

For the most part Clint bounced between moods. SometimesNatasha couldn’t tell who was more hormonal, Clint or Tony. One week he be allon board, ready to be the father Tony and Peter needed and even taking to spendmore time with Peter. Trying to get a feel for a parenting life. Then somethingwould happen and he would hole up in his room for some time. The first time ithappened it lasted three days, the second time, a day. The third and fourthmuch the same but the fifth time he had an episode he disappeared for twoweeks. Finally when he returned he tentatively approached Tony and asked him ifhe needed help with anything. Tony smiled as said he needed help with dinner.It became a thing, anytime Clint had an episode he’d disappear and then go helpmake dinner with Tony.

Bruce for most of the pregnancy carried a cloud of guiltover his shoulder. He had become a nurse to Tony, helping set up all thenecessary appointments. Keeping the omega on a strict diet and having him takeall the proper vitamins and medications on an equally strict schedule. Hechecked Tony’s blood pressure, sugar levels and more almost weekly, the omegawas normally able to get him to stay on a biweekly schedule for that.

To say Tony was being well taken care of was anunderstatement. He had six potential donor’s fretting over him in the oddestways possible but the one that really made a difference was Peter Quill. The Guardianshad become a rock to the omega throughout everything. Distracting him when hismind wondered and he got panicky over his rushed decision. Comforting him whenthe hormones took him for a ride. Sneaking snacks into Bruce’s strict diet,taking Tony’s aching feet into his lap and rubbing them without having to ask,and the list went on.

Before he knew it he had developed feelings for the otherman and revealed it too.

It hand been a long day of potential donor’s breathing downhis throat and he’d retreated to his room for some peace. A knock sounded athis door and with a sigh he told whoever was there to come in.

“Hey Tony, I hope you don’t mind but I was hoping we couldwatch this movie together, I brought snacks.” In one hand was a DVD copy of TheReplacements, in the other was his new favorite treat. Tostitos scoops withgrapes in them. God why was this man so perfect? He didn’t even realize he hadstarted crying until Peter put everything down and rushed over to him.

“Tony what’s wrong? Did you want to be alone? I’m sorry.”

“I really like you.” Peter stopped fretting for a second tostared at the other man. “Like really like you.”

Peter settled more firmly on the bed next to Tony and tookhis hands in his. “Tony, I know there’s no chance that I will be the father toyour unborn pup. But if you’re will to take a chance I’d really love to bethere for you, Peter and the pup.”

Tony pulled a hand free to whip at his face, trying to clearit of some of the tears. “I’d really like that.” Their smiles could light up aroom, one full of pure glee, the other shy but radiating hope.

Delivery day, everyone was gathered in the waiting room.Nerves burning like a wild fire through the group. Little Peter was sitting inbig Peter’s lap, playing his video game and trying to stay awake. Rhodes was inthe delivery room with Tony, having been there with Tony when he had Peter. Itmade it easier than having to pick one of the potential baby daddies.

Everyone was sitting in uncomfortable hospital chairs exceptSam, who couldn’t stop fretting. Going through the master check list he had onhis phone one last time. Something must have been off cause he cursed quietlyand then took off down the hospital halls.

Of course almost as soon as Sam left the doctor came out. “StarkFamily?”

Everyone stood and gathered around the doctor, this was themoment everyone had been waiting for …

“The delivery was success, although it took sometime Mr.Stark had no complications. Dr. Banner?”

“Yes Doctor?”

“Congratulations, it’s a boy.” Suddenly Bruce’s knees grewvery weak and he fell back into one of the vacant chairs. He hadn’t evenconsidered himself as one of the potential donors. Everyone around him wascelebrating and congratulating him but he was still trying to grasp what wassaid. A boy … I have a baby boy. I’ma father. Despite what Bruce thought was going to happen today, he foundthat he was really happy with this outcome. “Now everyone you’re going to haveto wait a bit longer before you can visit Mr. Stark and the baby but someonewill be out to retrieve you as soon as everything is cleared.”

“Thank you doctor.” Steve shook the man’s hand beforeallowing him to leave.

Later the Uncle Squad found Sam and dragged him to theviewing window. Bucky’s metal finger barely touched the glass as he pointed atthe sleeping pup. Noah Robert Stark was born with perfect health and a strongset of lungs.

Sam stared down at the child, “…It’s white.”

“He’s white Sam.” Steve corrected.

“Right. Wow, cool. Not mine. Does anyone else feel likethey might pass out?” As if voicing it was a switch, Sam dropped like abrick right there in front of everyone.

“I think the drop in stress did him in.” Bucky didn’t evenbother looking away from the sleeping baby. But he couldn’t help joining in whena chorus of laughs filled their group.

#luvvswrittng #a/b/o verse #tony is peter's mom #mpreg #winteriron #superhusbands #thunderiron #ironhawk #ironfalcon #science boyfriends #starkquill #this fic is a rollercoaster ride #sorry for any mistakes #its 2 am #i just wanted to post #awesome natasha