#guess who got their game files fixed

[radiosummons]

Help-why does this look like the most awkward Thanksgiving dinner ever!? XD

#jedi fallen order #cal kestis #cere #greez #star wars #guess who got their game files fixed #nobody can stop me now

[haunting-heroes-creative-games]

Don't let Monday haunt you: Haunting Heroes is now open

Need a fresh start of the week? Looking to plan your next fic or discuss that shiny new headcanon? Looking for a fandom game fix?

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To get an invite, you have to be 18 years or older. If you meet that criteria, send us an ask and one of us will reply privately before Bruce Wayne can file any other adoption paper.

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#haunting heroes #discord server #dpxdc #danny phantom #dc #dpxdc discord server #server promotion

[carryoncastiel]

I know I'm preaching to the choir and it's been said before but since I looked through the files and so know that at this point after 6 patches Halsin, who started out as an NPC, now has the same level of romance reactivity in the game as Wyll, whose content has been lacking since day 1 despite being an Origin character...

Even if you assume there is some margin of error with going through the files like this it still gives, yet again, a pretty good picture of how bad Larian treats their one black companion.

I haven't done the Halsin romance so I don't know how his cutscenes stack up against Wyll's but it bears repeating that Halsin started out as a more involved NPC and Wyll, one of the main characters, after 6 patches still has only 1 romance greeting (that a lot people don't even know exists because it's bugged), maybe got new goodbye kisses at the Morphic Pool like everyone else but idk either 'cause that is also bugged, has one or two lines of dialog in the epilogue that call back to his proposal but, you guessed it, that is also bugged, and then the rolling around kissing in Act 3 still looks bad and still fades to black despite every other romanceable character getting at least one fully animated, naked sex scene. Oh, and him being the only romanceable companion who can't be kissed in epilogue could've been fixed by now but apparently Larian didn't have the bandwith for that after animating kisses for two months.

And that is just looking at the romance part of it all.

It's bad. It's just bad.

#bg3 #bg3 critical #bg3 patch 6 #larian critical #wyll ravengard #racism #wyll romance

[writings-of-a-demigod]

Opportunity of a lifetime (Mission Impossible)

plot: you being a thief crossing roads with Ethan Hunt and leaving an impression on him so he recruits you to IMF.

characters: Ethan Hunt x reader + Benji Dunn x reader + Luther x reader

a/n: first one shot to post. sorry if there are any mistakes point them out to me so I can fix them.

*gif doesn't belong to me*

Growing up as an orphan was hard but you were tough. Since you’re an orphan you played and stayed outside most of the time and did pick up a skill or two. And you kept practicing picking locks and pockets, you were getting pretty good, the things any money you got from people were a great price.

Until one day you pick pocket the wrong person, it was just wrong person wrong time. Well, that’s what you thought but that man saw your potentials, so he took you under his wing trained and shaped you to be the perfect thief. And that training included incredible gymnastics skills, hand to hand combat due to excellent upper body strength and acrobatics. After that he sat you out in the world his thief, his legacy. You did so wonderful on your own and even gained a name for yourself in this game.

That tracks up to now: There you were in the middle of a job planning to retrieve an item for a buyer from Brij Nath’s private gallery and the party was your way in. You’ve done jobs like that a thousand of times, so it was an easy one; go in disable the system making it think it’s a glitch then replace the painting with a fake one and get out so easy so boring but the pay was worth it. What you didn’t plan was to get caught.

“Who’s that?” asked Benji using the comms.

“I don’t know but I intend to find out.” Ethan glance at you when you first entered the party. Didn’t really think much of you just a regular person but he was proved wrong when he saw you sneaking into one of the rooms that were off-limits. He got curious and followed you while still checking with Jane she can handle herself for now.

That lead to this moment Ethan had a tight grip on your arm staring at you with an intense gaze “Who are you?” he asked.

“You think I’m going tell you that?” you raised your eyebrow.

He sighed “I guess not.”

Before he could get another word out you managed to grab his wrist then turn your body to get his hand off you, delivering a strong kick to his ribs then went for a punch but he managed to block your punch. You tried to shake this man off you by fighting so you can make a run for it but he was good at fighting ‘Who is this guy?” until you saw your opening when you got to handcuff him to the door handler. He didn’t realize until he heard it and looked down to see the handcuff. He then looked at you with raised eyebrow “Seriously?” you just shrugged “It’s working just fine right now.” You turned around got the painting, made it to your exit at the widow then faced him again seeing how he’s trying to unlock to handcuff “Hope to never see you again” winking at him then jumped.

~~~~~~ skipping time to a couple of months after ~~~~~

Benji made an id after searching for too long with the help of Ethan then finally found out who you are, he was busy with other things not his fault though. There they were at Benji’s desk, Benji’s eyes glued to the screen Luther standing behind him leaning on his chair while Ethan was pacing the floor.

“Oh my!” Benji’s voice broke the silence, Ethan turns around to face the two of them reading everything they can find about you.

“Ethan are you sure you want this person to join the IMF? Because wow!” Benji spoke first.

“Let’s me see” Ethan went to stand next to Luther to get a look at the screen.

“Yep, that’s them” Ethan looked at the picture of you on the screen then read the files. You defiantly made a name for yourself. As a thief you stole all kind of things and it was impressive how good you are but never killed anyone not a killer.

“That’s a long list.” Spoke Luther after reading the files they have on you. “Looks like they really left an impression on you if you’re thinking of recruiting them.”

“But are you seriously still thinking about it?” Benji took his eyes off the screen to stare at Ethan.

“Yes Benji. I want them on this team.”

“And how are you supposed to get them to meet with you? And how are you going to trust them or then trusting us?” Benji was seriously questioning his friend decision on this. And he had all the rights to do that, you being on the team when you’ve been working solo for almost all your life is going to be hard and having people to trust you when you met in the most unconvincing  situation was completely something else. How are you going to have their backs in the future should you actually work with them on missions?

“And how are you planning to do that?” Luther straightens up and turn to get a better look at Ethan.

He smiled at him “Easy one of you is going to pretend to be a client that needs a job to be done.”

Benji rolled his eyes “Of course it’s that easy. Like they’re not going to check the background of the client.”

“So which one of us do you want to be the client?” Luther asked Ethan.

There you were checking your watch to meet with the new client. You did everything checking background, activities across everything. Even though you did shady business you don’t want to be caught dealing with shady people or being set up to take the fall for something that might or did happen. You were taught way better to fall for that. Your mentor wouldn’t forgive you for it. The client sat up the place for the meeting and to make sure you had access to all cameras close by to alarm you if you see a bogie on your tail. And just on time the client showed up as promised. You enter the tunnel knowing full well that if this thing goes south you got a way out.

“Good evening are you Y/n?” he asked.

You looked him over, a man with a nice navy Armani suit, tie and cuffs. Expensive cuffs always a good sign to good payout for when the job is done. Ginger hair slicked back with think black frame glasses.

“You got that right. What can I do for you mister Smith?” you showed him a smile to ease him. He looked a little nervous.

“Well I’ve contacted you for a job and apparently you’re the one to go to for that.” He nodded at you.

“I take full price before the job is done and an extra after especially if it coasted me trouble.” You told him.

“I bet you do.” He chuckled a little “But I’m not the one who wants to hire you.” He waved his hand.

With your confuse expression someone walked out of the shadow and stood next to mister Smith. He looked directly at you and you recognized him, it was that man the same man you left handcuffed in Nath’s party. You sensed someone walking behind you, turning your head you saw this big man standing in your way out of the tunnel. Turning your attention to the men standing before you.

“So you found me? Want me to congratulate you? Who are you anyway? And did you hire me to do a job or you wanted to arrest me?” You asked.

“Not really. I’m not here to arrest you.” He took small steps towards you with his hands raised “And I’m not a cop or a fed either. My name is Ethan Hunt and I want to offer you an opportunity of a lifetime.”

You raised your eyebrow at him ‘so he’s not a cop. What does he want anyway?’ you nodded at him “Well go on.”

“I read your files, consider me impressed and you are exactly what I need on my team.” He told you.

“You’re kidding right?”

The man behind you spoke “No he’s not.” You turned your head to look at him “He’s really impressed with you and what you do.” He smiled at you.

After listening to Ethan’s offer you took a moment to process what he’s saying to you. It was a lot to take it but you would be lying if that didn’t excited you. This opportunity was gold, so what if you’re doing it to save the world and you could die a horrible death and no one would know what you did. That wasn’t any different from what you are doing now beside you did think this what you were doing got boring with time. So you had no other choice but to accept.

“I accept.” You said it while looking at him “But I got to warn you I’m not very good at teamwork.”

“Don’t worry about that.” He smiled and offered his hand to shake yours. After you shook on it, he said “Welcome to the team.”

“I’m Luther.” He shook your hand after Ethan while smiling at you, so you smiled back.

The last one was mister Smith, he was hesitant but you shook his hand “Benji” he said.

“Why do you look sad dude? I’m joining the team.” You smiled at him while walking with him.

Ethan and Luther were walking in front of you two “He had second thoughts about you joining us.” They laughed.

You turned to Benji “Don’t worry I’m not going to rob you while you’re sleeping.”

He turned his head so fast to look at you “You’re thinking about doing that?” he said in a panicked voice.

But you just laughed.

#writings-of-a-demigod #mission impossible #Impossible mission force #ethan hunt #benji dunn #luther stickell #ethan hunt x reader #benji dunn x reader #luther stickell x reader #mission impossible imagines

[shwoo]

One time I was editing Bugsnax save files to reverse all the transformations for the final battle. Partly I felt bad about editing the save files earlier to make everyone partially transformed but still die.

And it was pretty cool to see, but while I was there, I took the opportunity to bully Clumby by giving her transformations for her final scene.

It turns out that while you can give her limb transformations, they're hard to see, because she spends almost all her screentime standing behind a desk. You can get a better look at her near the end, when she walks out of her own office for some reason, but it's a narrow window before Filbo starts talking again and the view is redirected to him. Also my reflexes are. Not the greatest.

But after playing through the final battle three times, I finally got an okay picture!

Part of the problem here is that the characters get their shoulders or lower torso patched over when their limbs are transformed, and it's normally seamless. But Clumby's patches appear to be Filbo's patches moved down a bit to fit her height, probably because she was never meant to be transformed in the game. My guess is that it was easier to give her something than to program an exception only for her, but it didn't have to be seamless, since players will never see it under normal circumstances.

The rest of the problem is her left foot, which I could not figure out at first. It turns out when I defined her transformations, which is just a line of food names separated by semicolons, I forgot to define her left foot, but did define her hat, just in case it was necessary. The head slot is last and the left foot slot is second-last, so the game engine just went ahead and did what it was told. And then put another hat on her head anyway.

After fixing up the hat issue and failing to get debug mode working with the save file edits a few times, I got a better picture in Snaxburg:

So... that's the horrors of She Who Was Not Meant To Be Transformed.

#Bugsnax #Clumby Clumbernut #Somehow this is even more body horror than this game normally has #Also that's my headcanon for the transformations she had when she found the Triplicate Space #So that's another aspect of the bullying #I really do like her a lot I promise

[birdclowns]

thank you for the tag @orchidscript <33

mark your calendars babes. kidnapped fic comin to you friday the 13th. isn't that a fun day 🥰🥰 is it finished? no. but it's fine i promise

Sometimes, Carlos is amazed at how much like his mother TK looks, and other times, he’s aware of just where he inherited the simmering of his anger issues – where exactly that fire in his eyes spark from. Owen’s jaw is set, eyes narrowed, his fists clenched at his sides. They’re the spitting image of each other, ready for a fight. He sees TK, and it makes his heart ache.

“That is my son Carlos, and I deserve to know what the hell is going on.” His words are low, cautious – aware of where they’re currently talking.

Carlos looks around them, noting the concerned looks from his colleagues. He sighs, rubbing the palm of his hand into his eye hard enough to see stars. With a slap of the files - TK's files, Denton's files, everything he has right now - to his desk, he stands, gesturing towards Owen.

“Follow me, I guess.” He doesn’t wait or make sure his father-in-law is actually behind him, but if he wants a fight, they’re gonna do this away from the eyes of other badge-wielding officers who have had to deal with Owen enough in the past.

They slide into an empty interrogation room, and Carlos has to center himself when he remembers this is where they had held Denton before he was hauled away. This is where it began, where Denton decided Carlos was going to be the next unwilling player in his fucking game.

He runs a hand through his curls roughly, already past the point of being fixed without taking a shower, eyeing the interrogation table warily. "It's a complicated situation and I can't just allow you to get involved, Owen."

“To hell with not getting involved. I was involved the second TK went missing –”

Carlos’ eyes snap to his, their gazes locking. “You’re going to stay with my mom, and you’re going to listen to the officers stationed. You are not getting involved.” They inch closer, Carlos standing at his full height and using the subtle height difference to his advantage.

“You can’t expect me to just sit back when he’s out there –”

“With all due respect, sir, that is exactly what I’m expecting. Because I need to be able to do my job without the fear of you running off and getting yourself hurt, or worse, killed and then I'll to explain to my husband that his dad decided to play superhero and disregard every single safety precaution I’ve put in place.” Carlos exhales sharply, taking a step back with a shake of his head. “I will not be explaining to TK that you got killed because I couldn’t protect you, too.”

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#fic; your gentle hands are stained with the blood of anothers #911 lone star fics #jasper writes #owen youre not getting INVOLVED

[alrightieaphroditie]

take the edge off | e.m. series masterlist! | next part!

pairing *:･ﾟ eddie munson x female! reader wc *:･ﾟ 3.7 k warnings *:･ﾟ mentions of drugs (weed) and talk of events that happened in s3! an *:･ﾟ ahh i have officially written my first fanfic ever!! this is very exciting for me but also makes me kinda nervous, hehe. i hope this leads to me writing many more, though, bc this shit is lowkey therapeutic. anyways, this is kind of unedited, so if any major errors jump out at you while you're reading, please let me know so that i can fix it! this is like a soft!eddie type fic bc i was just in the mood for it last night! i appreciate any and all feedback!

synopsis *:･ﾟyou're exhausted, feeling burnt out, and your neighbor won't stop practicing guitar with his amp turned as loudly as possible. you need a pick-me up, and eddie munson has just the thing.

you were desperate. at least, that seemed to be the only logical explanation you could think of as to why you were walking across the graveled road towards eddie munson's trailer late at night in your pajamas.

of course, if anyone asked max why you went over in the first place, she'd tell them that you were just asking eddie to turn down his amp. munson was notorious for practicing his guitar late at night, and most nights you and max didn't mind the background noise. in fact, on the nights where max couldn't sleep, the nights where she would cling to you while you both sat on the couch. you comfort her as much as you can while wiping her tears and running your hand through her hair softly, and you appreciated the noise then. you created a game for those nights, telling max to close her eyes, to listen to the chords he struck loudly, and guess which song he had decided that he needed to learn that week. it seemed to calm her enough, and you always made her laugh when you suggested that eddie was finally learning a david bowie song.

as if.

but tonight was not one of those nights. tonight, you had worked two shifts at the family video in town (somehow keith hired you even though your top three movies were breakfast at tiffany's, the aristocats, and the dark crystal) and then went straight to the police station, where you were helping flo sort through files and answering phone calls. max was sitting at the table in the kitchen area when you got home, multiple books and notebooks flung about the small space. the table was where the two of you had spent the last few hours as you tried helping max study for her biology exam at the end of the week. you could tell she was seconds way from ripping her hair out of her head, and you, well you were barely hanging on yourself.

working two jobs in hawkins while living at a trailer park was not what you had envisioned for yourself when you moved out a year ago to attend college. you lasted two semesters, came back home to visit your family, and then your world turned upside down. literally. a few weeks after getting settled at your old house, max confided in you that she was worried about billy. she wouldn't exactly tell you why, but you promised you'd try talking to him. you never truly cared for your stepbrother, but max, for whatever reason, had a very small soft spot in her heart for him, and you wanted to take care of your sister. he was the same asshole he'd always been when you spoke to him the next day, slamming the door in your face as he walked away in his red swim shorts and white tank top. you thought nothing more of it.

it wasn't until you got home late one night from being with your friends when you saw billy carrying bag after bag of ice to his bedroom. he looked feverish, but despite your questions, he insisted that he was fine. later that night, max ran into your bedroom, shaking and panting. she'd had a nightmare, and this was when she finally gave in and confessed to you some of the events that had happened the previous year. you learned all about eleven, a girl who had some kind of power, and the truth about what went down at the hawkins lab. it was only a matter of time before you were recruited by max's friends, and you were one of the few who knew the truth of what happened at the starcourt mall. one of the few inside the mall when the mind flayer attacked.

max had been immediately affected by the events of the night, by billy's death. she had shut down, became a shell of the person she used to be. every now and then you'd catch a glimpse of the girl she used to be, but it disappeared just as quickly as you caught it. you, on the other hand, had responded to things a little differently. after billy's death, his father left your mother. not officially declaring a divorce, but there wasn't much hope for the marriage if one spouse was in california while the other was in indiana. your mom struggled to keep her job, turning to drinking to cope with the loss of a stepson and her husband, almost forgetting that she still had two daughters to care for. you knew you couldn't go back to college after this, and so you withdrew, moved back home, and have been helping keep things afloat as much as you could. you needed to be the person max could rely on during these times, and so you kept your emotions and struggles to yourself.

usually, that wasn't an issue. you had become one of reefer rick's most reliable customers, seeking him out to buy weed whenever you could spare some of your hard-earned money. that solution worked for about half a year, and then rick got busted by the cops. you had run out of your stash a few weeks ago and were starting to see the results of not being able to smoke. your thoughts wouldn't stop running a mile a minute, and every time you closed your eyes, you saw billy. you got cranky, becoming irritated more easily, and a perpetual migraine sat at the back of your head.

on this night in particular, you had already snapped at a guest when they tried convincing you to let them take home another movie even though they already had the max out, and you shouted at officer callahan when he accidently dumped your cup of coffee out in the sink because he thought you were done with it. all you wanted to do was lay in bed and cry, but when you saw max at the table, you knew that wasn't happening any time soon. and then eddie freaking munson started to play his damn guitar when it was almost the middle of the night.

a soft march breeze flittered throughout the night, and you wrapped your oversized brown flannel around your middle as you stepped through the grass to the few stairs leading up to eddie's door. it was then that you immediately regretted coming out, only for the fact that you were wearing a tank top and shorts under the flannel. you almost turned around and went back to max, but as you started down the stairs, eddie struck a chord that made your head throb, and that was that.

"munson!" you shouted, banging a fist on the trailer door a few times. you shifted your weight, holding your flannel closed with one hand as you waited a moment before starting to knock again. "eddie!"

the incessant noise abruptly stopped and, feeling satisfied with yourself, you started to march down the wooden stairs, thinking about making some hot chocolate for you and max. you had just reached the grass when you heard the door to the trailer fling open, causing you to spin around. in the doorway stood eddie munson, wearing a white t-shirt and pair of red plaid pajama pants, leaning forward a bit as he held open the screen door. his big brown eyes found yours immediately, and you watched as a cheshire cat grin spread across his face.

"well, well, well. if it isn't miss mayfield standing at the edge of my humble abode. to what do i owe the pleasure?" he asked, moving forward on the small landing. he leaned against the doorway, crossing his arms over his chest as he stared at you, the grin never leaving his face. despite the breeze, you felt your face heat with a blush.

eddie munson was no stranger to you. namely, he had quite the reputation of being a freak, what with his heavy metal band corroded coffin and his supposed satan-worshipping hellfire club. you knew the later was a nothing more than a stupid fear, though, as max's friends were all involved in the club. every time you worked with steve harrington at family video, you were subjected to listening to dustin henderson speak nothing but praises for eddie himself. and you trusted dustin, had no reason to believe otherwise. you had also gone to school with eddie, though you weren't really sure he remembered that fact. he was supposed to have graduated before you, and then with you, and now, after you. you'd even had a few classes together, but you knew he spent more time not being in class than he ever did in it, so you honestly didn't really expect him to know you. even these last few months that you've lived across from him, you've never interacted with one another. just some stolen glimpses when you're arriving home and he's leaving, or vice versa.

you must admit that you did foster a bit of a crush for him when you were in the same grade, and now, with him standing above you, gazing down at you with his brown eyes, you were starting to remember exactly why you felt that way. clearing your throat, you copied his pose, crossing your arms across your chest. "i was just coming over to ask you to turn down your amp a bit, please. max has had a rough day." you weren't completely lying to him. you really did need him to quiet down otherwise you were worried your head might genuinely explode from the migraine. however, you also knew from rick that eddie also dabbled in selling drugs, and again...you were desperate.

he studied you for a moment, the sounds of crickets chirping filling the silence, before pushing himself off the doorway. he gripped the railing of the landing between his hands, leaning forward slightly, and in the glow of the streetlights you could see the silver metal of the rings adorning his fingers. "ah, max is the one having a rough day, yeah? is that why you look like you're five seconds away from bursting into tears on my lawn?" he drawled out, cocking his head to the side as he questioned you. his accusation caused your eyes to widen, and you forced yourself to take a few deep breaths. you were not about to lose your cool in front of eddie munson.

"let's just say we've both had a rough day, then. i'm trying to help her study for her biology exam and she can't focus with all the noise coming from here." you state, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. eddie's eyes squinted down at you, and you could see his nose scrunch as he scoffs at you.

"it's not just noise, mayfield. it's music. i'm not surprised you don't know the difference, though, considering all you do is blast bowie and fleetwood mac." you can tell by his voice that he was irritated, and you almost have to stifle a laugh. he's shaking his head slightly, his wavy hair falling around his shoulders. he sees your grin, though, and he pauses. "is something funny?" he asks, moving one of his hands up to grab a piece of his hair and twirling it in front of his face.

"you can't diss stevie nicks, eddie. that's, like, sacrilegious," you tease, your grin growing a little wider as you speak. you've always known how passionate eddie was for his music, and that was honestly something you respected him for. he wasn't afraid to simply be himself, even if this town hated him for it. eddie munson wasn't a freak, he just had unique interests that made him stand out. and in hawkins, standing out was the last thing anyone wanted to do.

eddie continues to twirl his hair around his finger for a moment before throwing his hands out wide. "oh, haven't you heard? i'm a devil worshipper, y/n. being sacrilegious is the least of my worries," he declares, taking a few dramatic steps down the stairs. he stops when he's in front of you, and you realize how much taller he is as you tilt your head back slightly to maintain eye contact. your fingers fiddle nervously with the buttons on your flannel, but you don't back down.

"devil worshipper or not, it's very childlike of you to be judging others for their taste in music just because it doesn't match your own. i'm not hating on you for playing metallica at all hours of the night, just simply asking you to turn it down a notch." you reply, suddenly wondering how the conversation strayed this way. and how he knew what music you liked to listen to. this was a mistake, you thought, maybe i should just take a bath instead of smoke tonight. with that decided, you gave eddie a small wave before starting to back trek to your trailer.

"you could tell that i was playing metallica tonight?" eddie called out at you from behind suddenly. with a sigh, you turned back around, catching him looking at you with an eyebrow raised. you couldn't help but roll your eyes. "yes, munson, i could tell it was metallica. it's their newest song, right?" you asked, putting your hands on your hips as you stood in the middle of the gravel road. you could tell that your response shocked eddie, and it made you smile. "i don't just listen to bowie and fleetwood mac, hon."

those big brown eyes of his widened, and suddenly a smile lit up his face. "there are layers to you, mayfield. i like it," he whispered while pointing a finger at you. "you know, i've actually heard a lot about you, my lady. especially from my dear friend, rick." his grin grew even bigger with his last remark, and it was your turn to look at him with a raised eyebrow. you couldn't fathom why rick would talk about you to anyone, least of all eddie munson. it wasn't like rick knew everything there was to know about you, but sometimes he would let you try out a new strain of weed he had gotten, and you never could control what slipped from your mouth then. that's why you always preferred getting high in the comfort of your own bedroom.

"and are you planning on sharing what you've heard, or are you just trying to hang it over my head?" you asked, tilting your head to the side slightly. your hair fell down your face, and eddie's eyes trailed the movement, causing your face to flush as you pushed it back. he began pacing, occasionally glancing at you before leaning against the railing of the stairs, reaching behind him to hold on to the wood.

"i'm sure it's stuff you already know," he joked, winking at you as he laughed. when eddie laughs, his whole face lights up. his eyes get bright, his smile so wide that you can see the lines around his mouth curve. it's the type of reaction that makes you want to try to get him to laugh again, even if it's at your expense. you watch as he squats down, his plaid pants tightening around his thighs as he runs a finger through the grass in front of him.

"it's mostly just the basics, i guess. you dropped outta school, picked up two jobs, started being very motherly towards your dear sister. i can only imagine how stressed out you must be. makes a man wonder how you handle it all," he tilts his head up to look at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. you immediately understand the direction he's going with his, and it's enough to make you roll your eyes.

"eddie, if you're talking to reefer rick about me, i'm pretty sure you can imagine what i'm doing to handle my stress." your gaze is as heated as your tone, and he definitely picks up on that. he holds his hands up, frowning slightly.

"woah there, mayfield. i'm not accusing you of anything. we all need a little something now and then to take the edge off. your secret is safe with me," he tosses you another wink, and you push down the wave of butterflies it sends to your stomach. you really should be going back inside, back to max. she's probably wondering what's taking you so long. and yet for some reason, you can't seem to feel the urge to actually want to leave. surprisingly, you like talking to eddie. there's something about him that's so disarming, and there's a part of you that wants to sit on the grass next to him and talk to him until the sun rises.

you watch as he stands back up, wiping his hands off against his pants. "in fact," he continues, giving you a glance before moving to jump up the steps. "i think you could use a little something right now. you feelin' on the edge tonight, mayfield?" he asks, almost softly, gazing down at you with his big eyes. his tone is teasing, but his eyes show how genuine he is in asking that. how much he actually does care. it's his eyes that essentially bring down your walls, and you find yourself wrapping your arms around your middle and nodding slightly in response.

"just a bit," you whisper, feeling tears burn in your eyes suddenly. too many emotions were swelling up inside you, and you felt close to breaking down, which was an unexpected turn of events for you. usually, you're able to push down these feelings until max was asleep. you'd go through the motions of getting ready for bed, but instead of heading to your bedroom, you would escape outside and sit on the stairs leading up to your front door. you would cry until you simply couldn't, and then you'd tuck your knees up under your chin and hug yourself until you felt strong enough to go back inside. you always figured the night was the safest time do let go, the time when no one else would notice you breaking down. but the look in eddie's eyes have you wondering if you've had an audience some nights.

his gaze is soft, and he has the smallest of smiles on his face, more sympathetic than anything else. he holds up a finger, muttering "one second," before dipping back into his trailer. you use this time to blow out a loud sigh, wiping your eyes with the sleeves of your flannel and trying to make yourself seem like less of a mess. you can hear a few things being knocked over or dropped in the trailer, and you walk to the bottom of the stairs, concerned. "eddie?"

he bursts out of the door quickly, nearly tripping on the doorstep. his hair flies behind him as he gathers his balance. he makes his way towards the step in front of you, grinning, and when he's near you, he holds out his hand. you see a small baggie nestled in his palm, and the urge to grab it hits you hard, but you restrain yourself. in all your desperation, you forgot a key factor needed to make this a done deal - money. just yesterday you spent what you had left of your two paychecks on helping with the electric bill and getting groceries for the three of you. what little savings you had in your account was saved back for max, in case she needed anything.

looking up, you give eddie a small smile but start to shake your head. "i really appreciate the gesture, but i... i can't really afford to buy this right now. thank you, though." at your response, eddie simply laughs and reaches down to grab your wrist. he brings your hand up and drops the baggie into your own palm dramatically, curling his fingers over yours so that you’re holding it in your fist now. you watch him with furrowed eyebrows the entire time, confused.

"no charge, mayfield. knowing that i helped you get back from the edge is enough for me, alright?" he says quietly, still holding your hand within his own. the two of you stand like that, frozen in time, for a moment before his gaze lifts over your shoulder. a grin encompasses his face, and he turns his eyes back on you. "i'd ask if you wanted to come in, but it looks like someone is waiting for you back there." he nods his head in the direction of your trailer, and you turn your head to look, catching a glimpse of max in the window before the curtain closes quickly. you can't help but laugh, and when you turn back to eddie, his eyes are locked on your hand in his.

when he realizes you're looking at him, he clears his throat and drops his hand away, shoving both of his into the pockets of his flannel pants. the action makes you blush, and in a sudden act of bravery, you tilt up on your tiptoes, leaning forward to press a small kiss against eddie's cheek. "thank you, munson."  the smell of smoke and his aftershave fills your nose as you pull away, and you start to back away slowly from the landing. eddie's head turns, and he blinks slowly, almost sleepily, and gives you one of his grins. you don't even bother trying to suppress the butterflies again.

"don't be a stranger, mayfield." he calls out at you as you make your way back to your trailer. when you reach your door, you turn back around, noticing that eddie was waiting for you to make it back. giving him a small wave, you finally head back inside, hiding the little baggie within your sleeve so that max wouldn't see it. when your door is shut, you lean against it, a soft smile tugging at your lips.

if being desperate meant having more interactions with eddie munson, maybe it wasn't such a bad thing to be after all.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson fic #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x fem!reader #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson stranger things

[cute-bag-of-bones]

Can't trust a supe.

Part 1: "Uncle" Billy

Warnings ⚠️: Swearing, death, killing, body horror, gore. It's The Boys so all related warnings apply ✌🏻

      My life isn't a happy one, but it used to be. I used to have the best life a kid could ever want. Two loving parents that worked from home, a huge house full of people who cared about me on a bunch of land. Now I know people will say "but Simon your dad was a cult leader and your mom was a crazed geneticist." Which is all true but they loved me and that's all a parent really has to do in my opinion. My life was perfect till the day he ruined it all. Vaught's swinging big stick, Homelander. He attacked my family's compound and destroyed it all. Only bodies and rubble were left when he was done. I only survived because one or my Father's followers shielded me from the falling debris. That was 7 years ago and now I'm a 17 year old living in and out of shelters. I can't even use my real name because of the slander Vaught slung to justify homelanders borderline war crimes. I swore if I ever saw his lipless face again I'd kill him. I just needed to figure out how first.

    

      I wasn't sure if I could trust this British guy who called himself Billy Butcher. He kept showing up and trying to talk to me. Finally he asked if I wanted to get even with Homelander. How could I refuse? He asked to meet during the day at the park. He kinda sketched me out. The long coat and sunglasses he gave me school shooter all grown up vibes but if he actually had a way to kill Homelander I was more then willing to look past his unfortunate fashion choices. 

      So here I sat at the park waiting for this limey bastard. Sure enough he strolled up and sat down next to me on the bench. He leaned back and looked over the whole park. I turned to look at him and asked him what he needed me to do but before any words could leave my mouth he stopped me.

      "That the fucks the matter with you? Face forward, don't look at me." He said as he chewed on some gum. I look forward and lean against the arm rest. Trying to look as nonchalant as possible. 

      "You are the one who wanted to meet in public." I say taking a quick glance at him.

      "Yeah I did because you're a damn supe." He said it with such malice. I froze for a second. If I was smart I would have walked away and never looked back but I have never been known for my brains. 

      "How did you-"

      "I have my ways. I know who mommy and daddy are as well. I know everything there is to know about you right down to what's in your bag." He said as he shifted in his seat a little. I leaned down and pulled my bag into my lap to hold close.

      "You going to blackmail me or something?" I ask looking over at him no longer caring to play alone with whatever game he had. 

      "No nothing like that, I want to give you an opportunity. We have a common problem. I have this time coming together and we need someone with your particular set of skills." He said as he finally turned his head to look at me. His sunglasses made it impossible to see anything other than my own reflection. 

      "You really think our problem can be fixed? You got that kind of juice on your team?" 

       "Gotta try right? We are getting there. If you don't want to help then fine. I guess you don't want these." He said as he pulled a manila envelope from the inside of his jacket. He smirked down at me. 

      "And what's in that?"

      "The only file Vaught had on your dearly departed mom. She wrote it herself. Could be something interesting in there. Maybe something that could make sense of it all." He tapped his gloved fingers against the envelope then slipped it back on his jacket.

     "What would I have to do?"

     "Come with me and meet the team. I can't talk about it out here. Never know who's listening." He said as he pointed to the sky before standing up. I should be more careful about strangers. He could be a lot of very dangerous things. 

       He walked us to a ran down looking building. He walked down some steps and banged on the door. 

      "Oi cunts let me in!" He shouted. Soon the door unlatched and opened. We walked into this sad gray concrete room. A tall skinny man leaned against the sink with his arms crossed. He looked scared shitless. Like he could vomit at any second. He looked completely harmless. The second man was shorter with a shaved head. He looked much less harmless. 

       "I thought you were getting someone who can help!" He had a thick French accent when he spoke. 

      "She can. She's a supe don't you worry Frenchie." Billy said as he walked past the man. Frenchie how original. He looked at me with almost pleading eyes. Now that I really look at him he seems just as harmless as the pipe cleaner leaning on the sink. 

      "I don't even know what the problem is." Billy walks over to another door and unlocks it. He swings it open and there is an empty cage. My eyes widen as I look at the men in the room. Billy looks in the cage.

      "Shit no no wait a second. The bugger is invisible." He grabs a cattle prod and jabs it onto the cage. I hear a man scream. The man in the cage uncloaks himself. It was translucent from the 7 butt naked and sitting criss-cross applesauce on the bottom of the cage.

     "What the fuck thats almost worse than what I thought you wanted! Whatever it is I'm out hell no!" Billy quickly steps out of the room and shuts the door. 

      "You're the only one who can do it. His skin is like fucking Dimonds! But I was thinking maybe the inside isn't." Billy yelled over my protesting. 

       "What is she super strong or something?" The thin man asked. 

       "No!" Billy and I shout at once at him. 

        "Fine I guess you rather the news have these." Billy says as he opens his coat to show the file. 

        "I thought you weren't going to blackmail me fuck! Fucking dick!" I shout as I stomp my foot. Billy smirks as he nods like a lunatic. Frenchie and the thin man look back and forth at each other confused. I guess Billy had not informed his team about anything of his little plan. 

      "You can do it. The  file says you can anyway." Billy says the same smirk painted on his stupid face. 

       "If he finds out-"

       "If cuntlander finds out you'll get your chance to kill him. Or wait till he comes for you after he finds out who your mom was." 

        "Fuck!" I felt completely cornered. I couldn't kill someone who had never done anything to me. no matter how much of a douchebag they seemed like.

       "Wait, who's her mom?" The man asked.

     "Homelander's old cock warmer" Billy says with a knowing look. 

      "Stop it!"

      "Oh yeah moms got around alright. She was two-timing New York's favorite supe with New York's most notorious serial bombing cult leader. A bit of a whore if you ask me." I wanted to leap across the room and strangle that dumb British asshole but I knew my strengths were not in a physical fight.

       "You're Alphonse Bishop's daughter!?" The thin man said with a look of shock. Billy let out a hardy laugh. I had had enough of this. 

      "That's it! Give me the file or I'll just kill you!" I screamed at Billy. 

      Frenchie's attention turned to a laptop. 

      "Oh look at the big bollocks on this one! Yeah go on kill me might as well because if you don't get in there and kill that cunt we are all dead!" 

      "Butcher we have a problem." Frenchie said. Billy and the other man huddled around the laptop. 

      "Is that-"

      "He's searching for something." 

I come over and stand on my tippy toes to see over the men. It was Homelander he was surveying the area likely looking for his fellow 7 member. It was chaos for a moment. They scrambled around trying to figure out what happened. They talked about a chip of some kind. I was too busy staring at the screen as Homelander flew around. 

      "You two stay here." Billy said as he and frenchie ran up the steps. They were out the door before I could stop to ask for an explanation. 

      "I'm Hughie Campbell by the way, it's good to meet you." The man said, looking over at me as he stuck his hands in his pockets. It took everything in me not to break his jaw right then and there. This wasn't his fault I shouldn't be mad at him. 

      "You should get out of here." I say as I sit down on a stool.

       "Butcher told us to stay." 

       "Yeah if he told you to lick his balls would you? He's gonna get you killed. Let him and the Frenchman sort it out." I say as I motion to the door with my head. He puts on a stiff upper lip and shakes his head. 

         "No noway, I got to do this. He needs all the help he can get, but if you want to go I won't stop you. I'll tell Butcher you overpowered me." He says with a little laugh. Oh if he only knew. He didn't seem like Billy was blackmailing him. What on earth would make someone want to help that maniac. 

         "Nah I'm as good as dead the second I see Homelander face to face anyway. I'm going to rip him apart." I say as I stare at the looping footage of him zipping around. Hughie gives me a strange look. 

      "How are you-" he was interrupted by the other door being opened. Translucent somehow had gotten out of his cage. The 3 of us just stared at each other for a second before finally he spoke. 

       "You kids are gonna let me walk out of here." He says as he starts to walk to the exterior door. Hughie to my surprise steps in front of his path. 

        "No, I'm sorry we can't let you. just go back in the room please." He begged. Translucent laughed a little. He looked over at the laptop and saw Homelander was near. 

        "Yeah I think I'm just going to go outside." He said pushing past a defeated looking Hughie. I could tell Billy would tear this kid a new one if he just let translucent walk out. I got up and quickly put myself between him and the door just as Hughie did. He looked down at me for a second before rolling his eyes and giving me a strong push to the side. I bumped into the table with my hip.

       "You going to push a kid?" Hughie shouted as he grabbed translucent from behind and tried to pull him down to the ground. Translucent went invisible and started to beat the snot out of Hughie. His skin may be invisible but his insides were not. I looked inside of him. Like most supes he was stronger than average but I was sure I could still do something. I saw his skeletal system wrapped in muscle and nerves move as he continued his assault. I tighten his muscles in his right arm making it go stiff. He started to scream which normally wouldn't be a problem but Homelander might hear so I tightened his vocal cords. Now only small mouse-like squeaks escaped his lips. Hughie wiggled himself out from under the invisible man and pushed himself up against a wall. I couldn't see Translucence face but the muscles were constricted in his face. Even without the skin I could make out the expression of fear. I had to be quick about whatever I was going to do to him. 

       I couldn't hold such a targeted effort for too long. He tried to get to his feet so I tightened his joints connected to his knees. I struggled to hold him

 He was fighting against me. I felt a popping sensation and without warning he was ripped apart in all directions. Invisible bloody pieces are sent all over Hughie and I. He looked over at me almost more scared then before. 

      "Was that…" his question slowly trailed to silence as I nodded at him quickly. He slipped on the blood covered floor for a second as he got to his feet.

        Billy and Frenchie came running in. They started to speak but stopped as they realized what was covering us and the walls. 

        "What'd uncle Billy tell ya! Easy peasy. " He says as he hooks his elbow around my neck to pull me closer to his side. Frenchie almost trips over a particularly invisible pile of human. 

         The clean up was somehow more grizzly than the murder itself. Hughie was sent home to shower and try to forget what he saw. It was mostly picked up and Frenchie left to go talk to some girl. So Billy and I were left.

       "My mom wasn't two-timing Homelander. Her and dad had an open relationship and Homelander knew that." I say looking down at Billy who was on his knees searching for the last bits of translucent. 

        "Is that so?" 

        "Yeah and if you ever call my mom a whore again or say she was Homelander's cock warmer I'll pull your tongue out through your asshole." He let out a chuckle as he got up. He got out the file and held it out to me. 

     "I wrote the number of my business cell down on it if you change your mind about helping out. Either way, with or without you, I can promise Homelander is going to die." I grabbed the file but Billy didn't let go. "Stay out of trouble, if you don't you'll be seeing me again and I won't be there to ask for your help." His tone was dark. I could tell it was a genuine warning. I pulled it from his hand and walked out. 

       I wasn't even sure what was in this file but whatever It was, was worth it. It had to be. I killed a man for it after all.

Part 2 will probably be out tomorrow if not then definitely the day after. Thanks for reading! 💖

#the boys #billy butcher #homelander #hughie campbell #frenchie #translucent

[stealforreal]

Mommy dearest 4

After the horrible doctors visit, you decide life must go on and it is time to enroll Tenko in school. Normality and routine slowly begins to find a place in your lives. Tenko also enjoys his first picnic

Chapter 4: normality

It has been a week since the doctor's visit, and Tenko finally stopped regressing in his progress with his decay quirk. It took some time but after a lot of cuddle sessions, Tenko stopped being afraid of his quirk again. The presence of the doctor's visit slowly began fading and Tenko healed again. He began laughing again and animatedly talking about his games, his collection had grown a bit. Your inability to say no to him was probably the cause, did you care, not particularly, did it hurt your wallet, a tiny bit. But as a sought after doctor with a healing quirk that didn’t leave scars, your clientele mostly consisted of the wealthy and the few pro heroes who came to you for almost a cosmetic procedure. They paid handsomely and you got rid of a scar or two so their upcoming ranking didn’t tank because of a scar. It was one of the reasons you found the occupation heroism to be weird, at least for those who dreamt of being a top hero. 

After Tenko got better and became happier, thanks to both you, his therapist and Tenko himself, you enrolled Tenko into a nearby school which had great ratings and a no bully and quirk-use policy. So off you and Tenko went to see the school, it was private and had a lot of options for tutoring should Tenko require it. The school had a pool and a computer room, you could already guess what Tenko was going to be raving about tonight. A smile came to your face, it had been about 2 months since you found Tenko. Now as you look at Tenko happily talking to the guide and excitedly pointing out things all while tugging your sleeve and saying “look mama..” to all the new things that excite him.

So once Tenko enrolled in school, and settled in quite easily you returned to work full time. The hospital you worked at wasn’t too happy at first when you told them you would like to have less hours, and only one working weekend a month. You were the sole reason their hospital had such a good reputation, no scar too big to fix or erase brought in a lot of wealthy clientele. The hospital tried to pressure you into staying, and having the same hours as before. Saying things like without us you wouldn’t have a career, no other hospital would take you in with your lack of skills. The baseless accusations made you laugh, your quirk was sought after it would be easy to start up your career at another hospital. Hospitals made you offers all the time, but you had liked your workplace so much you had turned them all down. Because the hospital looked down on you and taught you to be a pushover, you quit and accepted the latest offer along with the raise it came with.

When you told Tenko that evening what had happened at work today, he laughed and said “those people are idiots, my mama is the best there is” suffice to say, you tackled Tenko in a hug for that comment. Tenko wasn’t wrong, after you had accepted and started the job at another hospital it wasn’t long until the old one had to file for bankruptcy. Because your presence made the hospital famous for scar removal and expert healing from you, they had let the standard drop from all the other doctors and nurses. When the public and their patients found out, they simply transferred to the new hospital you worked at. 

The new hospital you worked at gave you a big bonus for getting so many cosmetic surgery patients for the hospital. They were also happy to accommodate your request to only work 8am-4pm so you could drop off and pick up Tenko, so you got used to the new hospital very fast. Tenko also enjoyed your work hours, he would get a lift to school in his mom’s car and not have to take public transportation. A thing which Tenko’s therapist suggested you avoid, so that Tenko wouldn’t have to deal with anxiety from being squeezed in the japanese trains. Something the therapist had found in their talks with Tenko, would be likely to trigger a panic attack and subsequently lose control over his quirk. 

Tenko was thankful for all you did, and it didn’t hurt that the car you drove was fancy and cool looking. The other kids came to him, rather than Tenko having to start the conversation. They almost always ended up staying and talking, especially when he would show them his newest or his favorite game. Slowly but steadily Tenko forgot all about his past life before meeting you, his loving mama who always calls him honey. Who never scolds him but rather sits him down and tells him what he did wrong, and what he could do better. Like one of the times he dropped a plate, because he wanted to help set the table. With his old family his dad would have scolded him, but with his mama she just asked if he was alright and asked him to take one plate at a time with both his hands holding it.

His mama allowed him to try a lot of new things, and would always include him if he asked to. So Tenko was really looking forward to the weekend, his mama had told him they would be going to a park nearby and have a picnic. Tenko had never been to a picnic before, so he asked his mama what it was and what he would do. His mama laughed and said “Tenko honey, you’ll see when the weekend arrives. But it mostly consists of us sitting in the sun on the grass in the park, and eating yummy food.” So for the rest of the week Tenko was excitedly waiting to have a picnic with mama.

When Saturday arrived, you woke up to a bouncy Tenko. You deadpanned at his energy, and just laughed heartily when Tenko looked at you with a confused expression since he didn’t understand the difference between a night owl and an early riser. Since Tenko had a lot of energy and both of you enjoyed cooking together, well you allowed Tenko the basic tasks like cracking the eggs. He is only five, so no hot cookware for him yet. After breakfast Tenko asked you when you were going to the park. After pursuing Tenko to be patient and play some of his games, you went to put together the last meals for the picnic and began packing it all down in a basket.

The weather was nice, not too cold even if it was slightly cloudy out. Tenko held your left hand and was excitedly talking to you about his game and school and everything else he could think of, his other hand tightly clutched his game console that he never leaves at home. Your right hand held onto the picnic basket, and two blankets under your arm. The walk to the designated park was only about 7-8 minutes so you figured you could handle it, besides it would be nice to walk back home in the sunshine that was to come later if you would believe the weather forecast. On your back was a backpack, with some activities for the picnic. There was soap bubble solution, nets for catching bugs or butterflies (you would prefer butterflies) and a set of Kubb. There was also a collapsible umbrella in case the weather got worse.

It didn’t take long before the two of you arrived at the park, so you tucked on Tenko’s hand to gain his attention and momentary silence from his ramble stream. “Tenko honey, why don’t you pick out a spot for us to sit? '' His eyes lit up at the task before his whole face scrunched as he looked around the park area. Tenko was a man on a mission and it was clear to see, it took a lot of self control for you to not laugh at his adorable concentrated face. Eventually Tenko pointed to a spot near some flowers in bloom, it seemed spacious but also slightly out of the way, a perfect picnic spot.

“Good choice honey, let’s go set up then okay” Satisfied with your response, Tenko followed after you and helped you fold out one of the blankets to sit on. Tenko blinked and looked at you when you sat down “Why are you sitting on the ground mama?” he asked. “Well because when you are on a picnic, you sit down on the ground and grass, but usually you have a blanket to sit on” Content with the explanation Tenko joined you, and the fun began.

For starters you introduced Tenko to blowing bubbles, he ended up blowing a bubble so big it burst in his face. The disgusted face he made after he felt the stickiness of the soapwater, and after he accidentely licked his lips and got the soap water in his mouth was hilarious you couldn’t help but laugh. Tenko made an annoyed face at that, but laughed soon after when a bubble burst in your face. You couldn’t help but feel like that was instant karma. 

After using up the entire bottle of bubble solution, you unpacked all the food you had brought. Tenko decided he wanted to sit in your lap when you ate, and you allowed him to because why not. Tenko always made a little humming noise when he tasted something new he liked, and offered a bite to you. Before you knew it all the food was gone except the dessert, but that was for later. After lunch you presented Tenko with the nets, and spent a good hour to an hour and a half trying to catch the butterflies that would visit the flowers next to your spot. Many failed attempts later and Tenko grew bored of it, but you could also tell he was beginning to feel more tired. 

The sun had come out so it was significantly warmer, and it gave you an idea “why don’t we take a nap Tenko” in his bored and tired state Tenko readily agreed. So you put down the other blanket as a pillow, and stuck your umbrella in the ground to shield your face at least a little from the baking sun. Sunburns aren’t fun, you know that from experience and you forgot to pack sunscreen so the umbrella shade would have to do. You laid down, and Tenko crawled into your embrace. Settling with his head in the crook of your neck, and body curled along your arm. Setting a timer to 20 minutes was the last step before closing your eyes. 

When the phone alarm woke you 20 minutes later, you decided it was time for that dessert. It would give you some energy again, also you weren’t so stuffed now where you couldn’t stomach a dessert. Tenko’s reaction to the sweet dessert was super funny, you had noticed Tenko tended to go for more savory snacks the sweetest being the fresh berries you sometimes had at home for your quirk. So his deadpan but thoughtful face was expected, it still looked pretty funny. It always seemed ironic that the son you ended up with is the one kid who doesn’t like ice cream. Figures. After laughing it off and telling Tenko it was okay if he didn’t like it, he simply offered his ice cream to you and who were you to say no. 

The last activity of the day was a game of Kubb. The first game was clumsy since you had to both tell Tenko the rules and also show him how to play, but after a few throws Tenko ended up having a pretty great aim. The game attracted some onlookers from around the park, all interested in the strange game. Kubb wasn’t a very used game in Japan, and in all fairness you had never heard of it before you went to Europe after highschool before college. Tenko had defeated you a few times already, and some of the other parents began asking if their kids could join.

Wanting to consider Tenko’s feelings, and how he might still have some stranger anxiety you asked him first. Surprisingly Tenko was happy to play against the other kids, maybe he had gained some confidence after beating you more than 3 times in a row. If the other kids became mean after losing and not being a good sport, you would politely tell the kid they weren't allowed to play anymore and repeat that again to the parents as well as the reason. There was only one mom who got mad at you for not allowing her son to keep playing when the son was cheating, and you could visibly see how that made Tenko sad and annoyed. So the kid was suspended from playing Kubb with your son, and you kept politely asking the other entitled mom to leave until she gave up on your stonewalling and left.

That day when you left the park, Tenko ended up being the undefeated Kubb mester. Several rounds of Kubb, probably around 15 rounds, and the walk back home had made Tenko tired. Some of the other kids wanted to play with him again, so you got their parent’s number, not sure if Tenko would be more outgoing from now on. It could wait, for now you had to put an almost sleeping Tenko to sleep. Making Tenko wear the backpack you carried him on one arm, the basket and blankets in the other. It wasn’t entirely comfortable but Tenko didn’t care. He had a great day, trying new things, learning a new game and becoming the champion in said game. He even made some new friends, who didn’t care about his quirk because they thought he was cool anyway. His mama was there the entire time showering him in attention and affection, making sure he was never uncomfortable and now he was in his mama’s arms on their way home.

Yeah, Tenko decided he likes picnics with his mom.

note: I know Tenko may seem a bit too happy for a child having gone through something traumatic, but I believe he would quickly get over it since he is five and surrounded by a mother (reader) who gives him love and positive affirmation. And a therapist he can talk things over with, I imagine since his bio dad Kotaro Shimura isn’t around anymore all his childlike joy isn’t necessary to hide. 

Previous chapter: here

Next chapter: here

#mha #bnha #mha x reader #bnha x you #bnha fluff #bnha angst #shimura tenko #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki #bnha hawks #mha hawks #hawks bnha #mom!reader #mother!reader #mha x you

[isatswap]

(full game isat spoiler (its technically act 3 but im not risking it))

Buddy Quest

TTOS version of Companion Quest (the mirabelle one)

(Isabeau is sitting here, looking at papers.)

Isabeau: Oh, h-hi, Loop! Do you need anything?

Loop: (Questions...)

"I actually forgot where everyone is..."

"Are you feeling fine?..."

"Nothing strange going on today?"

"So, which one will you pick?"

"Nah."

Isabeau: H-huh? What do you mean?...

(You point at his pile of papers.)

Isabeau: What- Isabeau: !!!!!!!!

(Isabeau suddenly seems flustered.)

Isabeau: UH Isabeau: UMMM

(Isabeau hides his face with his hands.)

Isabeau: gsfbdghkphowdoyouknoooooow.....

(!!!)

Loop: "Nononono sorry! I didn't mean to embarass you!" Loop: "You're choosing someone for something, right?" Loop: "And you seem very troubled by it, so i thought I could help!"

Isabeau: ... Isabeau: sigh...You're older, so you must know more about this. Isabeau: You can help, I think, if you want....

(Older than him? Why is that relevant?)

Loop: "Yeah, I will help."

Isabeau: Thanks! Um!

(Isabeau finally reveals his face again and fixes his glasses.)

Isabeau: This might take some t-time... So, um... You can come back later if youre busy...

Loop:

"Yeah, I have time."

"I'll come back in a moment..."

Isabeau: Ok! Good!!! Isabeau: So, ummm.... Sit down next to me?

(You sit down.)

(Isabeau is looking nervously at his knees.) (He looks worried... Maybe you should take the lead.)

Loop: "So, uh...what are these papers about?"

Isabeau: OH! Um.... Isabeau: ...Bonding proposals?....

(??? Bonding???) (Like, the one where you stay with someone forever???) (Is Isabeau looking for someone to bond with???????)

Isabeau: No waitwaitwait uhhhhh thatsnotwhatimeaaant

(You can see Isabeau struggling to not hide his face again.)

Isabeau: Sorry.... It's more like.... dating? Dating profiles! That's the name for it! I'm not bonding with anyone yet....

(Dating? Wow that's so cute of him you need to know more like right now.) (Although.... You would've never guessed, you didn't think he would be interested in that.)

Isabeau: Before the Scary Lady did the... uh.... thing.... I decided i wanted to try...dating! Yeah! Isabeau: And so I asked a dating company, and they gave me a bunch of papers with people I could meet and date and then the attack on the House happened--

(Isabeau inhales sharply. Poor sod forgot to breathe.)

Isabeau: So, um, I decided to do it now! Since we have some time! Isabeau: But...um... it only just today dawned on me that its like... about staying with someone forever... so I probably need help with this.... Isabeau: Also I... need to stop thinking about tomorrow. I'd rather be stressed about choosing a date than... that...

(Oh. Okay!)

(Dating was never your forte, but you would like to help Isa distract himself from tomorrow. He seems to be most worried about it.)

Loop: "Let's have a look, then!"

Isabeau: Yeah! I have some profiles right here!

(Isabeau takes out a MASSIVE folder from under his jacket.)

(Was he carrying that throughout all his journey???)

Isabeau: Okay! So! We should take turns! You can go first and tell me what you think!

(You take a random profile from the stack. Its a buff, strong looking man.)

(Is that someone Isa would like?....)

Loop:

"He looks cool?"

"Meh."

"We have one of those already, teehee~"

Isabeau: What? Who--

(Isabeau suddenly stops and gets a bit flushed.)

Isabeau: Awww, Loop! Don't say that so suddenly! Isabeau: But uh. Yeah. I dont know if i want to date them...

(Not his type, then. Probably.)

Loop: "Got anyone more feminine looking?"

(Isabeau looks through the stack and takes out a file.)

Isabeau: Like her?

(The file depicts a gentle looking lady.)

Loop:

"Looks pretty?"

"(Shrug)"

"Looks like if Mira wasn't buff...."

Isabeau: Yeah, you're right, I guess.... don't know still, though....

(Another indecisive answer. You probably need to be more specific.)

Loop: "What kind of people are you into, anyway?"

Isabeau: Oh....um....I don't....think i have one? I just like people. Different kinds of people. Yeah. Isabeau: That doesn't help, does it?

(You nod.)

Isabeau: ...What kind of people do you like, Loop?

(Oh, that may help! Maybe he'll agree with you on some types and that's how you find out what he likes?)

(....Alas, nothing comes to mind. You've never actually considered dating.)

Isabeau: Oh, you're struggling too?.... Isabeau: sigh.... Isabeau: OK, Loop. I'm going to confess. Isabeau: I actually like quite a few people from the profiles I've seen, but... I'm just.... too overwhelmed by this. Isabeau: Dating...and then bonding... it's just scary to me!

(Well, that explains some things. But then...)

Loop: "If it scares you so much.... why are you doing it?"

Isabeau: Well....

Isabeau: I really, really believe in Change. Isabeau: And the belief requires Change! With a capital C! Always bettering yourself, becoming different in the process! Isabeau: A-and one of the things to help you change is doing something that you've never done before! That's part of the reason Houses offer so many classes, actually... Isabeau: And you know I really wanted to change, so I tried new things! They were often fun and fulfilling...but... Isabeau: You can't just have easy fun most of the time! You need to challenge yourself! To step out of the comfort zone, you know!

(Out of the comfort zone, huh....)

Loop: "And that's why you're trying out dating?"

Isabeau: Yeah... That's why I picked it! It's scary and unknown to me! Isabeau: And also romantic love is one of the best ways to attain Change! Because it brings you so much new experiences! And... Isabeau: And I have to do it to be a Housemaiden, right? I need to find someone to love, and then bond with them, and.... Isabeau: And sleep with them.... and... do stuff.....and...have children....

Loop: "What about that makes you scared?"

Isabeau: The fact that I don't know what kind of person I would want to be with! And such permanent change is scary! And what if they don't like me! Do I even like myself! I don't know! But I feel like a fraud for not wanting to do it like all others.... Isabeau: And I feel bad that I can't just be happy with change like this....

(Wow.)

(That's not easy to digest.)

(But what if...)

Loop: "Do you even have to change?..."

Isabeau: OF COURSE I DO, LOOP!!! Isabeau: And not only have, I need to! And I want to! Isabeau: I want to change myself! To be stronger, to be braver, to be less anxious, to be that person that anyone can rely upon! Isabeau: I want to be a good Housemaiden, too! I like helping people, I like learning new things, I like bettering myself.... But.... Isabeau: This means I have to date someone..... And it not like I wouldn't like it's just...... Isabeau: It feels like if I just forced myself it would help me. Help me change. Help me stop being..... this. Isabeau: Stop being so weak and indecisive and anxious and nerdy and.... and.... Isabeau: ....and I still can't do it! Even if I really want to Change myself, to become someone different, someone I would like to know, someone I would like to be.... I can't. Crabbing. Do this part. Isabeau: ....

(....)

(Huh! You never knew Isabeau felt like this about himself.)

(You knew he was an avid follower of Change, but.....)

(...)

Loop: "Well, I don't know about this dating thing...."

Loop: "But! I think you are already brave."

Isabeau: ....?

Loop: "You went on this whole quest, not knowing if you would succeed, persevering through all the challenges you faced, despite the fact that your adversary has, like, almost otherworldly power." Loop: "Just to save your country." Loop: "That is bravery."

Isabeau: .....

Loop: "And because of it...." Loop: "I don't doubt that you can Change to be the person you want to be."

Isabeau: .... Isabeau: You.... You are right! I can do it! I don't know why, but after you said it, it became much easier for me to think it as well! Isabeau: Heh, I really did need a fresh pair of eyes.... I-I mean, one eye, I guess? Sorry....

(You laugh a bit.)

(You know he didn't mean anything bad by this.)

(He would never.)

Isabeau: Hehehe! Isabeau: ..But, I'm.... I'm still afraid a bit..... Isabeau: What if I'll never be able to date? What if I'll never be able to change in that way? What if--

Loop: "Isa."

Isabeau: ...?

Loop: "Maybe you need to slow down?"

Isabeau: Huh....? What do you mean?

Loop: "This thing with dating it just.... Sounds like you are trying to do too much." Loop: "I'm not a Housemaiden myself as you would know, but...." Loop: "There must be other ways to change in a meaningful way without having to push yourself this hard, right?"

Isabeau: ... Isabeau: ...Again, I don't know why, but after you've said it out loud it made me realise. Isabeau: I am doing too much! I don't really need to do this right this moment! Isabeau: I thought I needed to date to change myself to be someone I liked... Isabeau: But it's actually the reverse! I need to become someone I like to find out who I would want to date! Isabeau: Kinda put the cart before the horse here, haha....

Loop: "Yeah, you really need to..." Loop: "....hold your horses."

Isabeau: Yeah!!!!!!

(Isabeau lets out a hearty laugh.)

Isabeau: Haha... Isabeau: ...Are you Changed yourself, perchance?...

(....Oh.)

(....)

(You think about your starry skin.)

(....You don't remember.)

Loop: "No, teehee~"

Isabeau: Oh, nevermind. I just thought you might have went through something like this. Isabeau: In any case.... Isabeau: Thank you, Loop! Thank you so much for talking to me today! Isabeau: ....I need to think about this. And also about where should I put all these papers, hahah. You can go do your things, now.

(Isabeau smiles brightly at you.)

(You smile back with your eyes and go.)

#in stars and time #isat #isat au #ttos #in stars and time spoilers #im not too proud of this but whatever

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

Ask me Anything -- Tal Smithson

Have you heard of the magical girl genre?

Fuck yes, have you read Sailor Nothing? World-changing. Preneek. Literature. I mean we only have two thirds of it but they were a great two thirds.

If you had awoken in Captain Aspen’s situation, would you have waited as long to wake others up?

I wouldn’t have woken anyone up. I don’t think it would even have occurred to me.

Do you feel more lucky or guilty that you’re the only one to survive your Ring’s ejection? Sorry if this one is too personal.

Why would I feel guilty? I was asleep.

If this is not too rude to ask, could you tell me a little about the Brennan gender identity, and grammar around pronouns?

I don’t know what you’re asking. It’s just a gender. Some people are men and some people are women and some people are brennan. And some people are something else I guess, like Aspen or the Friend.

Did you have any pets, or tend to animals growing up?

I had a pet monitor lizard named Cthulhu.

Have you done any work salvaging preneek data?

Yeah I used to be involved in tracking down and scraping old hard drives and servers for any possible recoverable data. Fillmore! Episode 5, Red Robins Don’t Fly? That was me. I found AND recovered that. You’re welcome.

Would you download a car?

I did once but the machine shop wouldn’t build me anything from unverified files. Also I don’t drive, obviously. Also I have nowhere to put a car.

What is Neocambrian meme culture like?

What’s meme culture?

Do you think the developments with Amy are as wild as I do?

Amy makes no fucking sense, my entire life since waking up on this ship has been a fever dream. In fact I’m not entirely convinced it isn’t a fever dream. Possibly I went to sleep and the neurostimulator started making me dream to preserve my brain on the trip and that’s what’s still happening right now. We’ll all wake up at Hylara super disoriented and filled with years’ worth of false memories.

What do you think should be done with the colonists that are too affected by Amy when the ship reaches Hylara?

It’s hardly up to me, is it? They’re going to die. I’m not a necromancer.

Do you ever worry you are in some sort of preneek science fiction novel, or movie?

What kind of weirdo would write something like this?

You are good at being a cybercriminal, how did you get caught?

The police, as it turns out, are also good at catching a cybercriminal.

If you could bring sometimes from earth with you, what would you pick?

Reget Bryce. Fucking arsehole. I hate that guy. He should have to be on this ship.

Do you want to give some of your dreams to Amy?

No, I’m very glad to have woken up before that could happen. Although maybe if she had a brain that knew literally anything about computers she wouldn’t be such a fucking mess in there.

What you hate the most?

People who think Star Trek and Star Wars were alternate names for the same franchise and totally fuck up our databases through unnecessary combinations. No Spock wasn’t a Force user. That took so many months to fix.

Are you scared of being made into a slave when you land?

I honestly don’t see how things are going to be significantly different to our current situation, except that we will be on the ground and presumably have less gaming time.

Kill someone innocent or be killed? Choose one.

We’ve got like four thousand spare innocent lives on hand, it’s not like it’s a limited resource. I probably will end up fucking up and killing at least one of them anyway. Just based on probability and this fucking nightmare of an AI.

Have you even be out of Texas?

Yeah I went on this submarine trip once to follow an old internet cable we discovered in the hopes that it would lead to some interesting server with some interesting information. It didn’t. It just lead to a small bunker from the time of the collapse, a seal had been breached and the entire thing was flooded. Nothing electronic was recoverable. There were some cool skeletons in there though.

#time to orbit: unknown #ama

[nonsensical-pixels]

THE LINDASIMS2 RESEARCH AND EXPERIMENTATION: PART FIVE

no more disclaimers im shit tired of this. no more proper grammar too, you get nonsensical grammar and vocabulary now.

this an alert to everyone who's keeping up with my lindasims2 research saga and might not see my reply to her because they have her blocked:

linda is blaming her 'leaker', @caramelsmiles12, who used to run the nomoresims2patreon account, corrupted her cc. because of course she is.

she even made a comparison between the files! how lovely! and for her, of course there's no benefit to releasing corrupted cc to a patron she knows is leaking it, right? right??

major /s

from what i can see, linda's corrupted files follow a pattern. they were all released almost around the same time...

seems kinda fishy for the leaker to corrupt ONLY those files and not the rest of it, right?

here's linda's defence for her not possibly being the one who corrupted the files. well, actually, linda, you DO somewhat know your way around more than just clothing. because you made nail files, and objects, which use 3DID reference files and OBJDs and a whole lot more. but that's not even half of it, because it's so easy for you to merge a pollination technician into a sim file with simpe by extracting and importing files, or just using lazyduchess's cc merger! which, of course, existed at the time these files were released :]

yeah, thanks linda, i'm not paying THAT much to you to get 150k poly hairs. i guess you must've missed at least one of my posts, because while you can add plenty of stuff post-production to cc files and still have them function, you can't really change something's polycounts.

so, at the end of this, we have 2 options for who did these files so dirty: @lindasims2 herself, who has so much simpe knowledge and a hate for people who pirate her 'hardwork', or the person who paid linda to share her files with everyone else.

linda, of course, wants you to go for the leakers, who also have had their games corrupted. coincidence?

here's my hot take:

who would you rather believe: the paywaller who breaks people's TOUs and steals from others, refuses to lower their polycounts, and refuses to actually help fix the problems that THEIR LACK OF ADHERING TO EA'S TOS have caused...

or the person who helps to share stolen files FOR FREE at their own cost? to a public that for some reason, still blames them and has never thanked them for their efforts?

at the root cause of this issue, is linda. because as all of you know, it's illegal to paywall sims 2 custom content, which is why we're all trying to pirate it anyways :] thanks for making our lives harder in general, linda!

a reminder to NOT send any anon hate to linda or the person who leaked these files. because although this is dumblr, we're all going to try and be the bigger people and be civil here. no death threats, no personal insults, nothing, got it?

#lindasims2 #s2cc #sims 2 cc #ts2 cc #important info #the lindasims research and experimentation #how do u tag these sorts of posts #sims 2 research #sims 2 alert #lindasims #fuck you linda #you can say what you want about the results of my research #but the root issue is YOU #YOU paywalled the content. you deal with the people whose games are fucked because of YOUR money-hungryness #thinking about that redditor who called me money-hungry for saying skittlessims' patreon is ok #bitch u see any of this on anna's patreon?

[shipcestuous]

Cupid’s Off Day

(A submission for the Valentine’s Day event.)

Management: Have a seat, Cupid. 

Cupid: Uhhh, is that file about what happened? It’s big. 

Management: You know why I called you in here. I’ve got a pretty good account of what happened, but I’d like to hear it from you. 

Cupid: Right. Well, uh, it was my big day, February 14th. And it was going like it usually does. I was spreading love, nudging soul mates together, reminding those couples in rough patches why they’re together, and using my bow when needed. Things were going well. 

Management: And then...?

Cupid: And then I was at Starbucks getting a pistachio latte.  

Management: And then...?

Cupid: I’m getting there. Well, there was a shy young man working behind the counter, a very nice young man. He was vibing with the young lady lady who was putting in her order. I could see he needed a little help. So I pulled out my bow, and nocked an arrow. A mild one, really, just a dose of courage to ask her out on a date. 

Management: Mild? Cupid, do you realize how much clean-up this took? All of the memories that had to be erased? 

Cupid: It’s possible I was distracted by my bagel. I was trying to eat while it was still warm. They have really good bagels, did you know that? But I’ve never pulled the wrong arrow from my quiver before. I still think it was a mild arrow.

Management: Regardless, that wasn’t the only thing that went wrong. Please tell me, in your own words, your understanding of what happened. 

Cupid: All right. Well, as you know, I shot the arrow, and it hit its target in his heart, passing through the young woman first to put her into a romantic mood. But... But it turned out that young man and young woman were...brother and sister. 

Management: Oh, Cupid.

Cupid: I was a little off my game, I guess. Everyone has an off day!

Management: And then what happened with them? 

Cupid: As you know, he did ask her out, and she said yes. In his enthusiasm, he...he quit his job. The two of them went out immediately for Valentine’s Day dinner at the Oyster House. And there was...quite a bit of PDA. 

Management: It took us days to clean this up. To fix the strayed paths. 

Cupid: I’m so sorry.

Management: You need to be more careful, Cupid. I know you’re experienced, but you still need to pay attention. I will say this, though: while it’s unlikely these two ever would have made out at a seafood restaurant in front of friends of neighbors without your interference, the feedback from the fixers is that no amount of erasing and undoing and unmagicking seems to be splitting these two apart again. They may be soul mates after all. 

Cupid: So I did good?

Management: No. But you’re not getting fired. 

#shipcest #shipcest valentine's day 2024 #valentine's day #r: brosis #tw: incest #noiv #nr

[chipped-chimera]

WIP WEDNESDAY - 12/07/23

AND IT'S ACTUALLY ON A WEDNESDAY! Thanks @theviridianbunny for the tag <3 I regret to inform you ... it's more hair again @.@ (this one is actually different, I swear)

More under the cut, as usual~

Soooo if you've been following me you probably know I've done a few things since my last WIP Wednesday, namely more tattoo stuff, and more recently ... more hair stuff.

After a LOT of agonising over it I finally consider the neck 'done' ... or done enough (vaguely ... thinking about doing something more in the transition between the tattoo and the jaw but I probably should stop honestly or I'll never stop). This means I probably have enough done to get away with taking screenshots while I work on the rest of it. Been pondering drawing up an actual plan for the rest beyond what I've been doing so far - mostly winging it and smashing things together. Might get stuff done faster, who knows.

Anyway I am back on my hair shit, yet again that's going just about ... as well as you'd expect ...

Okay okay, I'll be honest, this has been fixed but I gotta say after spending a whole 12 hrs staring at lines of code, changing entries and having to redo them several times because I'd fucked up some file name or changed my mind or found out 'no that is not where you should be putting that folder you absolute dingus' and this was the best I could do was kind of hilarious. 😂

The important part was I'd gotten it IN, which was a process and a half, considering THIS time I'm using a custom made 2048px hair texture (alpha is 4k) and a higher poly mesh - which means yeah, this is the same hair rebuilt from scratch.

After some additional fiddling ...

... and a very unamused Ven (I'm sorry hun) ...

I got it in. All of it. No missing textures, no hair cards in the hair cap slot. The physics look janky but it's somewhat intentional - this is a minimal effort rigging job based on the alt rig, the priority was to get this hair texture IN so I could see how it looked in game and how everything sat before I dug myself further into a sunk cost fallacy over this second version of the hair.

And I'm actually pretty happy with it? There is some curl distortion yeah but it's not as bad as it was last time - and considering I'd rigged that one PROPERLY is saying something. Higher poly + textures are making a big difference here. It's pretty obvious in the comparison -

Also yes I am aware this one is WAY too shiny, but that one is a considerably easy fix now I know how Vertex Paint actually affects this value. I was a bit too generous on the highlight gradient so I've already repainted what I have so far, using side-by-side references with existing game meshes to try and get it 'equal' but it's likely gonna be a lot of back and forth calibrating with that one.

Excessive shiny-ness aside I'm actually REALLY happy with how the side curl is sitting nice and neat in her jacket collar this time! Also man ... doesn't that look silky ... (ok maybe some shine is good lmao)

I guess that's kind of it on the mod front. I've got other projects in a very initial stage (it's fanfic. Ofc it's fanfic) but work on both the tattoo bodysuit + hair is eating up a lot of my daily spoon allowance so that one will happen when it happens I guess (and probably when at minimum, this goddamn hair is done).

Oh and this hair is using UUH4V. I GOT IT TO WORK. Which means I'll be able to use multiple rigs which will hopefully prevent these carefully crafted curls from getting minced beyond recognition, fingers crossed.

Anyways until next time!

(Uh, I tag anyone who read all of this. Yes you. sorry I don't know many people yet and I'm shyyy)

p.s. yes hair tutorial. soon. In the case you are similarly frustrated and desperate as I was and working on hair please note I AM VERY OPEN TO TELLING YOU ALL THE INFO just ask me. Cause tutorial might take time unfortunately. But it's in the works.

#kerytalk #my modding #wip wednesday #cyberpunk 2077 modding

[veryimportantsparkles]

Every time I reset a Pokemon cartridge I designate a 'sacrifice.' That's the single Pokemon that stays in the file when I save over it with my new game. I write down the species, gender, level, and catch location and go back to recapture the same thing in the new file. I can't account for Natures or IVs or anything like that, so sometimes they go through some interesting changes. Hitorigami went from Gentle to Impish, Fujiko went from Calm to Relaxed. This guy? He went from Timid to Serious. I think he's mad.

His name is Edmond, which was the player name of the last file. I also did this with Hanna, from my extra Sapphire cartridge. The intent is to honor the original owner, not to recreate them. I actually know who previously owned Hanna's cartridge and that's not even their name. And they're not a spooky clown. I don't know anything about Edmond, other than what he left in his file:

He completed the game and caught all the legendaries except his Lati, you get to choose which you get in Emerald and his was Latios. Its health was whittled down but I guess he gave up and I had to catch it.

He kept Groudon, Kyogre, and Rayquaza in his party and used them as HM mules, lol. I know a lot of people use legendaries that way but I find it so baffling.

He used his Master Ball on some random Claydol from the Sky Pillar. Must've been a mistake, but he didn't reset.

I think he had like...ONE nicknamed Pokemon, excluding in-game trades. I went ahead and just gave everything random nicknames. His starter (Swampert) got the name 'Edson' because I think starters should retain specialness in some way.

So really, this was a person who cared about playing the game to completion but maybe didn't care about doing things the 'right' way or get a full Pokedex. He didn't transfer everything up to 4th gen before selling his cartridge to the local retro game store. But I can't prove that...maybe the game got lost or stolen, or a relative tossed it into a lot that they pawned off without checking. I'll never know.

I'm taking care of his Pokemon, but I did delete his file. So this new Edmond, he isn't the old Edmond, he can't really know or understand who that was or what it means to carry on his legacy. And I think he's trying to reject the whole concept.

See, you can catch Lotad on route 102 and they're a 20% encounter rate. When I caught him in the old file, he broke like 8 pokeballs for no reason. He was level 3 but resisted capture with his whole little heart. And in the new file, I wanted him to be the first thing I caught (after Blackjack, the new starter), but he just wouldn't show up. It took me two hours to find a lvl 3 male Lotad. I found a bunch of females, and some lvl 4s, I even found a Ralts (4% encounter rate) before he showed up. And when I finally got him he was...SERIOUS. He knows something's wrong and he doesn't like it.

I gave him an outfit that resembles Brendan's Emerald outfit, but with Red's hat and hair because I could convey a Lotad's lilypad and nubby legs better with them. He's a Pokemon gussied up in the clothes of a trainer...which is inherently wrong and perhaps overwhelming for a baby lad like this. Can he fill those shoes? No, I'm in the trainer shoes. But I'm gonna train him good and he's gonna be my lil champion whether he likes it or not.

Compare to:

Mizuhanome, my other Lotad/Lombre/Ludicolo gijinka who is a much happier and more festive person.

Testudo, who also gets a Brendan outfit variant, because he's a Kanto resident who 'studied abroad' (EV training) in Hoenn.

Welp, better get back to actually playing the game, haha

EDIT: fixed a color error on his hat

#doodles #pokemon #gijinka #edmond #lotad #long post #edmond's emerald gijinka journey

[carlyraejepsans]

Do you have any theories as to why Sans doesn't like making promises? Or how he knows our type?

i think his aversion towards promises could both stem from a specific promise he couldn't keep in the past, or his general belief that, when all is considered, his actions don't matter. he can't really do any meaningful change, be it as a consequence of his knowledge of resets or his inability to fix the mysterious machine in his workshop/go back home.

the thing about sans is, he doesn't think he can actively change things for the better. even when he talks about the anomaly:

"sounds strange, but before all this i was secretly hoping we could be friends. i always thought the anomaly was doing this cause they were unhappy. and when they got what they wanted, they would stop all this. and maybe all they needed was… i dunno. some good food, some bad laughs, some nice friends."

his hypothetical intervention is almost entirely passive. he wanted to offer companionship, a place to call home, HOPED to be our friend, but it all ultimately verged on the anomaly eventually deciding to stop, not his actually changing its mind.

same thing in the opposite direction. sans is convinced (and rightfully so, if we manage to get all the way to the judgement hall in a geno run) that he's the only monster capable of actually stopping us. not by defeating us, because he knows it's not an option available to the monsters in the game, but by abusing his knowledge of the fight system and the game to annoy us out of our intentions. so once again, he sets up the environment (his special attack preventing us from continuing the game), but WE have to be the ones who decide to throw in the towel.

this would explain why he's so iffy on promises. imagine telling another person "i swear i will act and do something in your name and i will be successful" when you're someone who 1) knows universal annihilation is on the table, and 2) feels his actions are ultimately powerless.

as for your SECOND point... the more i think about it the more i think that if it IS meant to reference someone in particular, that someone's gaster. mind you, i don't think he's evil, the same way i don't think flowey or a player doing a genocide run is "evil". they're just full of shit hybris and trying to push the boundaries of the world until they fly too close to the sun. especially if you consider gaster's dialogue in the file selection screen in deltarune. he's emotionally detached, speaking in a clear if prosaic scientific tone, and he shows interest in our actions when we "threaten" the save file with deletion more than 10 times. other than that, in the goner maker sequence he's friendly towards us, excited even, and he's obviously fond of the characters in the game, but he doesn't seem to have issues treating them as such. like he's somewhere higher than them. which i guess is technically true

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