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bigboysfalldeep · 5 months

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My first skin suit

For a while now, I've been visiting a local tennis court to watch handsome men run around in tight, short shorts, groaning with every swing, just to play ball.

Most of the people were pretty cute, but no one compared to Jake.

He would be there every Sunday and Wednesday to play against the same ol' guys, week after week. I figured they don't really know each other; they would never really talk, just chitchat during the match about the match.

Even though I never talked to him, I kind of knew he was an awful prick. Every game was the same. He would enter the court and play for a couple of minutes before discarding his pretty tight shirt to the side, exposing his well-formed physique. His shorts were barely able to contain his member, and it was visible most of the time.

This made him the center of attention every time—he was handsome, well-trained, and had a pretty smile. Jake was completely aware of this as well, and he made sure that not only every woman's but every man's eyes were on him only.

He wasn't a bad player either; his groans echoed across the field with every swing. He was quick on his feet and possessed talent and prowess as well.

I was so fucking envious, and it felt like he knew. At times, he would look at the crowd, flexing his abs, arms, and thighs for anyone to look at.

During my nightly web surfing, I stumbled across a, at first, weird-looking site. It was a doctor selling a special serum—an injection—to create special skin suits. The site promised a fast but high-quality result. Still, $1000 was a lot of money for me for something that might be just a scam.

But then I remembered all the times Jake was teasing his audience, showing off his pretty body, and that's when I made the decision to try it out.

What could possibly go wrong?

My package arrived two weeks later, and I was surprised at how good it looked. Also, there were multiple shots of the serum included with a personal note.

"Starterkit for your new collection."

I read the instructions, which told me there are three kinds of serums. The first one—the most important one—was to create the suit. The second one was to finish putting on the suit, and lastly, the third one was to get out of the suit.

This made me excited, and I wanted to try it.

The next Wednesday, I went to the tennis court again, and of course, Jake was already there—his beautiful chest exposed, of course.

With the serum inside my bag, I hid inside the bathroom—a tiny yet secluded kind of room with multiple stalls. I watched him use the bathroom so many times after two rounds of tennis. Like all of us, he was just a creature of habit.

Someone opened the door, and I peeked through the stall door. It was Jake who went straight to the urinal. He groaned as he pissed and kept running a hand across his sweaty chest—fuck, so hot.

He stretched his neck and walked over to the sink, looking at himself through the mirror—the opportunity to strike.

Jake wasn't able to see me; he was too busy admiring his own reflection. I caught him off guard, covered his mouth with my hand, pulled him back, and injected him right away.

He screamed into the palm of my hand and tried to fight me off, but the serum incapacitated him in mere seconds. Still, I pulled him back into my hiding place, locked the stall, sat down, and embraced him in a tight hug.

I never imagined holding a handsome man like Jake in my arms—fuck, I got hard right away. He kept breathing slowly, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, while I tenderly stroked his cheek again and again. His skin was sweaty yet so soft, and his scent was so damn delicious.

As his breathing got lighter, I started to stroke his firm chest; his nipples and pecs were so hard, just like his abs. It was a sensational feeling. But somehow, I felt his body deflating slowly.

The serum was actually working.

I ran my hand down his chest again and again before my eyes fell on his huge junk hidden inside his shorts. I grabbed him firmly through the fabric of his shorts—so hard, so good. But at the same time, all of him flattened rapidly.

After a minute, his shorts slid down his thighs and dropped to the cold bathroom floor. All that was left of this handsome, thick bloke was a rubber-like, skin-tight suit.

The kit included a sharp knife, which I used to open up the new skin suit for the very first time. Slowly, I stripped and discarded my old clothes on the floor behind me; there was no use for them anyway.

Then, I grabbed him by his shoulders and held him in front of me, like a tailored suit just made for me.

My own member was tenting visibly; I still couldn't believe this actually worked.

Carefully, I stepped into his legs; my own were barely able to fill his thick thighs and calves. It was a weird yet amazing feeling. This suit smelled, looked, and felt like Jake, yet I was able to simply step inside it.

It felt like putting on my biker leather suit. I loved how tight he was and how his skin dragged over my own. Even though he was slightly ill-fitting. He was a little bigger and much bulkier than me, after all.

Even though my cock was nearly fully erect, it wasn't enough to fill this suit, and that made me chuckle—he was packing.

The next thing I did was put his upper body on, one arm at a time. I slipped inside him, barely reaching his finger tips, and my arms were way too thin to fill him.

Lastly, I put his face on like a mask before I pulled the second serum out of my bag.

"Here we go."

I injected myself and felt the effect right away: my whole body was shaking, my head was spinning, and my stomach was twisting and turning. However, it actually worked: my body enlarged itself to fill Jake completely.

My arms, thighs, and chest grew bigger with every deep breath I took. This made me stroke myself and my chest again and again; it just felt soooo good.

I let out an audible moan, and to my surprise, I heard Jake's deep, manly voice. Using his hands and his fingertips to touch my new skin felt amazing. My body was tingling, almost tickling my inner self, and this made me chuckle again, using Jake's beautiful voice.

Shivers ran down my entire back once my head was flooded with serotonin, making me feel so fucking good. A side effect of the serum was to make the subject feel no pain, just pleasure.

My new member grew so hard so quick, and I needed to hold back releasing myself just now. I started touching myself, one hand at my junk, the other following my new firm 'jawline. Feeling my stubbly moustache made things worse, however.

"Fuck." I groaned, steading myself against the door in front of me, as it took all my strength to not cum right there. "So good." Instinctively, however, I started to jerk off, starting off softly and slowly at first, but my hand basically moved on its own.

After mere seconds, after edging on for a while, I came the first time through my new skin suit, covering the door with my precious cream. The release felt so good, and for a while, I just enjoyed the moment.

Loving my new scent, I smelled my own pits deeply. Damn, this was so fucking good. At the same time, my dick was still pulsating. Just touching myself made me leak some more, as all of me was acting purely on instinct.

I grabbed myself, touched myself, moaned, and groaned until a noise from outside snapped me out of this state of pure blissful trance. I needed to hurry up a bit.

Then, I got dressed again, leaving my old clothes behind. I just put on his tight underwear, shorts, and shoes. They suited me so well.

I stepped outside the stall and caught a glimpse of my new face. Damn, I was beautiful.

"I can't believe it worked." I groaned deeply, touching myself, my chest, and my junk once again. I grabbed my bag and Jake's old stuff and licked my lips. With one last look in the mirror, I winked at myself and left the bathroom.

It was time to go home and explore my new acquisition.

#male body swap #male body suit #male meat suit #male skin suit #male body switch #male tf #identity theft #male shapeshift #male transformation

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themissinghand · 5 days

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Mind if I could have a SAGAU request? So the player is burnt out from the game. Like completely. Some characters find a way to your desktop and ask "Why haven't you entered Teyvat lately?" After explaining that you still like/love them, they are disappointed but understandable. Problem is, they can't go back until you launch the game. So the characters sort of become desktop buddies (Showing my age aren't I?) and perhaps helping you out in the various other games the player would play or just vibing as you surf the web, make arr, write stories, etc. As for the characters... Aether and Paimon at least, though adding Kazuha, Yanfei, Freminet, Bennett, Fischl, Childe, and Collei would be cute too.

Genshin Impact Desktop Buddies

Summary: In which your favourite Genshin characters miss you.

Or now you have them as your desktop buddies until Genshin Impact is fixed.

Pairings: Aether & Paimon, Kazuha, Yanfei, Childe and Fischl x Neutral! Reader!

Note: Desktop buddies are ancient now lol, but honestly such a cool thing to have back then. Hope you enjoy!

Warning: None, just fluffy goodness.

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You’re tired. Like really tired.

Grinding for artifacts, ascension and weapon materials has worn you out. That includes your wallet too.

They were worth it, no doubt about that, but staring at a screen all day every day could tire anyone out.

And yea, you need sleep.

For the first time in a long time, you decided to shut down the game, and take at least a few day break.

It’s not like it would make a big difference right?

Little did you know, it most definitely would.

Just a few days later, not only did your laptop started acting weird to the point where you thought of buying a new one, Genshin also disappeared from your desktop.

Before you knew it, you see little figures that look oddly familiar on your screen…

“Why haven’t you entered Teyvat lately?”

Aether & Paimon

The player spun around, eyes widening at the sight of Aether and Paimon now out of the game, and...hopping around on your screen.

"Aether? Paimon? How... how are you here?".

Aether stepped forward.

"Our Creator, we've missed you. The others are worried. Why haven't you been to Teyvat?"

You sighed, has it already been a couple of days? Also, since when were you their creator?

"I'm just a little tired-” There was a dramatic gasp from Paimon.

“Tired of us? Aether! Our Creator is tired of us!”

“No! I mean, I still love Teyvat and all of you, but I needed a break and I will go back soon." You quickly responded with reassurance, which luckily appeased the floating companion.

Paimon floated closer, which was like a weird zoom on her face, her eyes softening with understanding.

"We get it, but... we can't go back to Teyvat until you' launch' the game." She says robotically, but appeared confused right after.

“Ah, okay. Give me a minute.”

When you tried to download the game via the Genshin website, it stated that there was a website maintenance.

“Creator! What is happening? The world is changing!” While you were frustrated, Aether and Paimon were jumping and flying everywhere around your screen, exploring how tabs open and following your mouse as you click and hover.

Their curiosity made you smile, and you slowly explain how everything works slowly as with each passing second, they marvel at how advanced your world is.

“No wonder you’re our Creator!”

“What’s this!?” Before you knew it, you pulled up multiple websites, and the one you landed on was Disney+.

“Do you want to watch a movie?”

“What’s that?” Aether asked, curious, followed by Paimon’s cute little head tilt.

(You wished you could just squeeze those cute little cheeks-)

“It’s like telling a story, but you get to see it unfold right before you. Here.” You pull up ‘My Little Mermaid’ and they jump seeing the video move, with everyone inside move.

“Woah…it’s like another world!”

Aether seemed to marvel over it, and for a moment, he wondered, maybe, you could traverse worlds too.

Seeing the stars in their eyes made you feel guilty, as if another misunderstanding arose, but you let them be, as their cute little figures sat down and watched the movie.

You too, watched it with them, and for the first time in a while, you didn’t feel lonely.

Throughout the movie, you patted them on the head with your mouse, which the two seemed to like very much.

(And yes, you did pinch those cute little cheeks)

Kazuha

“I’m glad that you didn’t abandon us, Your Highness.”

Never in your wildest dreams did you expect to see THE Canadian Aether, Kazuha, on your screen, bowing respectfully to you.

“Let me know if I can help you in any way. Although my form is…not in the most helpful form, I will do my best.”

You held back a giggle when you saw a shy little Kazuha looking at himself and then at you shyly, and you really wanted to tease him, but you chose not to.

Instead, you pull up your incomplete art project.

Might as well since you can’t download Genshin now and might have to wait for a few days.

“Actually Kazuha, I was hoping you could help me finish my art.” He immediately perked up, a serious expression overtook his shy one.

“Of course, Your Highness, let me know what you want to draw and I can help you!”

“Great! I’m trying to draw a handsome and cute man, he has platinum blond hair…” Slowly, you list one by one, the characteristics of the person you want to draw.

Kazuha learns fast. Soon, he was able to figure out how your art platform worked.

At first, he hesitated, and didn’t want to interrupt your drawing, but slowly, he learned to add in his thoughts and feedback, and guided your mouse to smooth out the lines, and perfect the colouring.

“He has red eyes…”

Calming and soothing, his voice made you feel at peace, just like how you would hang out with him at the top of a mountain somewhere and listening to the game music.

But this time, he was a little closer, where he felt more real albeit still in your screen.

“Your Highness…isn’t this…me?” His little cheeks was dusted with pink as he quickly covered it with his hands.

“It is you.”

“But why…”

“Because you’re one of my favourites, Kazuha.”

It was all it took for him to become shy again, and he began to cough awkwardly as if to mask his embarrassment.

“Thank you…Your Highness.”

Yanfei

“Phew! We were so scared that you left us Your Eminence! But…I suppose we can’t do anything until you open up Teyvat again, until then, let me know if I can help you!”

Yanfei's cheerful voice made you smile as you leaned against your palm.

Then she turned around, as if taking in her surroundings before looking back at you.

“Your Eminence, if I may, may I help you organize your…space?” You blink, and that was when you notice the amount of files littered across the desktop screen, and you realized that from Yanfei’s view, it must’ve been very unorganized.

“Sure.”

Yanfei brightens at your acceptance, and hopped a little to show her excitement.

“Okay! I’m good at this, so leave it to me! Just follow my lead.”

You were gonna clean up your PC eventually, though you did not expect it would be today.

Either way, Yanfei was like a referee and a police, asking questions but also making sure everything was organized correctly.

In a way, Yanfei felt like a Mom asking her child to clean her room.

Even so, it was so cute to see her marching everywhere like a soldier and asking you to organize it in a neat manner.

“Okay, next, let’s organize this folder!”

“Okay-” Before you knew it, you immediately hit backspace.

“Your Eminence…who was that-”

“Let’s move on.” But Yanfei stared at that folder with an intense stare. Did she see it?

With a little nudge and push with your mouse, Yanfei eventually moved on, but she constantly had a smile on her lips.

It was you cosplaying as her for an event.

Yanfei would be sure to tell her friends back home.

Childe

“Well, I’m happy to hear that, Your Highness! But…what were you doing? Away from Teyvat?”

Childe’s smile was a little bit menacing to look at, so you pull up what you were doing before to distract him.

And it did, surprisingly.

“What is this?”

“It’s a game called Valorant.”

You start the game, and once you get prepared, he too was locked in.

With each attack and maneuver, Childe slowly became hyped up by your skill and admired it.

“Your Highness! Why didn’t you tell me before?!” He became to gush, albeit trying to remain civil as he looked between you and your character in game.

“Again.” In the end, he asked (begged) for another show.

This time, you changed your agent to someone else, and once again, showed how skilled you are even in melee, which Childe initially advised against.

But you blew his expectations away.

“Your Highness, can I duel you?”

You blink, before you laugh jokingly, but you knew in real life, Childe would absolutely crush you.

But you leave him be, and instead start another game.

Honestly, Childe would be a great hype man.

Fischl

“Ah, of course! How the stars seem to be against us this time…regardless! With me, Fischl von Luftschloss Narfidort here, there is nothing you need to worry about!”

As expected, Fischl is quite the actor and storyteller as she spews on about how she faced something similar before, something just as interstellar as this.

You don’t mind it, after all, if you did, you wouldn’t have Fischl on your team the entire time would you?

Fischl deserves more love is what you find in the fandom, and while she may be annoying at times, you found her passion admirable, and even a little sad when you think this is her way of happiness.

So you respected that, and listened as she rambled on, and moved as if she was on the stage.

Perhaps…she would do good on stage with Furina in Fontaine.

“Fischl, I do need your help on something.” You asked when she finally finished, and she straightened herself with grace as expected from the Prinzessin der Verurteilung.

“I need your help with my stories. I want you to create elaborate and dramatic narratives for everyone to love.” She froze for a moment, but her grin immediately hid her surprise.

“Why of course, I would be delighted. Allow me!” With just a few seconds to think, she immediately began her storytelling.

With her little graceful steps and hops, she almost dances away, but she doesn’t stop sharing her fantasy story full of magic, fate, and stars.

It was hard to keep up, but you didn’t want to disappoint her, so you did your best to type her word by word.

Luckily, she seemed to slow down to match your pace, as if the two of you were a duet with the piano and violin.

When she stops, you end off the story with a dramatic click, and you match her prideful smile.

Truly, Fischl is a character not everyone can handle, but that’s alright.

After all, you love her for who she is, and maybe, Fischl appreciated that more than anything else.

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thatdeadaquarius · 1 month

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Topic: Genshin impact.

au: Sagau.

idea: So what if you had the powers of every character you played as in every game you played and then get isekaid into genshin impact with imposter au. I imagine it goes smth like

Zhongli: “I will have order!”

reader, Who played Roblox as someone who lagged the game (explanation: I’m pretty sure ping is also how time works in games. If you can control the flow of ping you can control the flow of time in games.): “ZA WARUDO!”

Heyyy!! Thanks for waiting for the reply/response from my slow ass :0

So they did clarify what they meant/expand so imma just copy paste that here!

“k now I remember. So basically imma write it here since it’s easier: Basically you don’t have to (but you can) transform into the character that has those set of powers but if you do those powers are enhanced.”

Sun: Reader (”you”/they/them)

Orbit: Headcanons-ish, Light Imposter AU (as in, NOT Yandere/Dark), mild crossover elements bc Shapeshifter Shenanigans™️

Stars: bro idek

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: mild cussing, genshin typical mild violence, & Trigger Warnings: none known.

Please comment if I missed any. /gen

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so fair warning,, ive never seen jojo bizarre, but i appreciate i come off well-read/watched? LMAO

so im just gonna kinda,, guess? like just cycle thru diff. random media, and im hoping both me and you reading this will have a fun time (as this is a little challenge, but i like it so ill give it a shot, dont kno if its a good one but- 😅)

so to set the scene, of how u got to this point, ykno of running like ur life (maybe?) depends on u running around different teyvat countries,

u thought it was weird everyone knew a little too much about you?? (ofc theyve heard u during gaming, they know u the same way we all know Markiplier, get it?)

then a bunch of NPCs/Vision users/Archons?? were REALLY invested in talking to you, which freaked u out even more

and by the time you saw Zhongli, yknow, just the oldest god in game, making a fast-walk towards you, ykno the retired god who didnt move an inch when an old water god attacked Liyue for a test, is now hurrying to you???

ur logically get so fucking scared sm shits abt to go down, u just start running

it isnt until ur reaching for a ledge and some webbing shoots out of ur arm (from a glitchy little spot on ur arm, where it could be coming out of ur skin, but sometimes its a blue and red bracelet)

it latched onto the nearest building, and thats how u find out u can grapple ur way, literally Spiderman style, out of the harbor

and bro, idk if it would be fun, or confusing and stressful, or maybe both?? to just find out u can use any video game power from any game youve played before as you go running from countries bc for some freaky reason they know too much abt you/are pursuing you-

dUDE- they had small statues of you in like every little section of their cities

u head to Mondstadt and as Venti comes screaming and flying at you (in excitement, but ur freaked), u go to hold a hand up and suddenly ur holding a heavy stone tablet that unleashes some holographic yellow chains that freeze him in place-?? why is this familiar-

oh my god u have the sheikah slate from Breath of the Wild,

and as ur booking it out of there, u manage to get ahold of a sword, and u know exactly how to use it to knock back favonius knights trying to stop you (they are concerned for their god who is just unleashing random powers on ppl, pls let Grandmaster Jean just talk to you Your Majesty-!!)

by the time you teleport ur way to Inazuma, (bc u still have this worlds access to ur player/traveler’s powers), ur trying to find a nice place to stay for a little bit

at least in that sweet spot of the Raiden not noticing/finding you, while things cool down on the main continent, before moving on,

and u get some tools to help fashion just a little shelter, bc u dont have any money/mora rn, and ur able to literally build a house???

a mailbox pops up and thanks you for renting with Tom Nook???? As in Animal Crossing-

and rlly if the BOTW/slate thing didnt clue u into video game powers, then this definitely would tbh lmao

right as u see Yae Miko circling ur house, with an armful of books? ..is she planning to thru them at you??, u get the hell out of dodge before her favorite god can follow along

(she knows ur prefrences in books and got authors/trends to start so youd have plenty to read, and she was making sure it was ur house before politely dropping them off! how was she to know thatd spook their favorite God, Ei?!)

u get to Sumeru and think ur safe, hiding in an abandoned forest watcher outpost (1 person treehouse rlly) when Nahida shows up in ur dreams,

and u just,

walk out of the dream, into reality, and possess a nearby ruin guard so u can sleep in peace, bc she cant access a robot,

that one baffled u as you re-possessed ur own body before realizing-

Five Nights at Freddy’s. 💀

U cant do that forever, so u try Fontaine, hoping Neuvillette/Furina wont rlly give af abt you, plus theyre the latest region, so maybe they have the least exposure to whatever the other archons didnt like abt you??

u get there and are immediately summoned to court, and right as the mekas show up to escort you, jfc they have a mecha army

(meanwhile, theyre thinking, yknow. high profile guest/our god of gods. ofc we need state of the art mekas to escort them, its only polite-)

meanwhile ur cape has now become wings, and a mask covers ur face as you glide and fly ur way over the city in an attempt to get to where u assume Snezhnaya is

it doesnt occur to you the game until ur running out of stamnia and catch ur reflection in the waters of fontaine, Sky: Children of the Light

u hope the Tsaritsa’s dislike for other gods/Celestia doesnt extend to ur otherworldly presence so ur just hoping for the best atp tbh

tbh youd forget what all powers you have, and the absolute chaos ur causing urself as u try to desperately rememeber what games youve played thru ur entire life is NOT helping to reduce confusion when u randomly wake up with elf ears (legend of zelda/botw) or get dragged into another ruin machine when u fall asleep/faint/do smth u guess mimics death lmao- (fnaf) 💀

…

(meanwhile the Tsaritsa does get wind ur coming this way, and just, makes the people have a parade/festival to celebrate you coming,

she did also have to get Pierro/Captaino to physically restrain some of them from going ahead to meet/escort you to the palace, she’d heard how the others scared u off, and was, ironically, hoping the warm welcome would clear things up)

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well that was, something. 😃🫠

sorry lil car, that was such a fun idea idk if i did it justice!! i thought itd be too op to include every media youve consumed ever, so i kept it to video games, (which, could u cheat the system if youve played smash bros??)

i hope it was at least a decent read, and sorry im half asleep so i was not v funny this time around, but, again, hope u got smth out of it 😭

</3

on another note, im having my wisdom teeth surgery this friday, send whatever u got my way, prayers, blessings, good vibes, ill take anything im nervous 🙃

have a good week guys!

Safe Travels Lil Car,

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ch6douin · 4 months

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I’m glad you liked my drunk player showering plushies with kiss kiss ideas. Now i give you one more before I disappear into the night. Plushies giving player a “kiss” (just the plushies smooshing their face on players face, maybe even a hand kiss of its a more gentlemanly plush, jose plush I feel, most of the hunter plushes, maybe frederick, so many possibilities)

Andrew happening to walk by before noticing you kneeling down before his plushie self, he hides himself to watch this interaction. Andrew plushie keeps motioning the player forward as if to tell them a secret. And as players face is right there, it hesitates before summoning all the strength its little plush body has, and “kisses” you on the cheek. Startled, player moves back, before probably giving a gentle laugh and giving plush Andrew a lil forehead kiss. Andrew is kept awake at night by this, especially by player’s reaction.

Naib’s plush gives gnight kiss kiss. I imagine Naib, who’s probably still wary, would probably always be having an eye on player, so he doesn’t trust the plushie either; just cause its ugly in a cute way (kinda) doesn’t meant it doesn’t have malicious plans. Even if the player isn’t responsible for the game, they could still possibly be apart of the reason they arent able to leave. Still probably witnessing a peacefully sleeping player and Naib’s plush giving them a lil “kiss” on the lips has him stone faced but the red is starting to appear on his cheeks and tips of his ears, each time he witnesses it he gets a bit more relaxed cause players not doing anything suspicious. Still probably suspicious tho.

Emil and ada’s plushies give each other kisses. Player is often awing at the way they express their love to each other. They probably dont kiss player much but will take players hands to give player little finger kisses. These two plushs are one of the few that hang out with their survivor selfs a bit more than hanging around player. They melt ada and emils hearts everytime they see them.

Mikes plush does a LOT. Fucking plush will be on like a chandelier and player is speaking to another when suddenly the plush has jumped and done smooshed its face to player. It gives player a heart attack every time which is why its not done often. He probably will just jump on player relaxing to give a lil cheek kiss before back flipping away. Mike is both trying to stop it but also giving it more ideas.

Soul weaver plush is also kinda like mike in giving player a lil kiss in a big way. Im talking this lil plush can spit webs. Why? Because I said so. So players gonna get some web spit kisses at the most random times. Plush weaver can and will climb on you to perch on your shoulder just for a better angle to give you some regular kiss kiss or another wen spit kiss. Soul weaver herself is pretty bashful about it and plush weaver is given a stern talking to by her for every incident.

Enjoy my brain dump hope you like this one too

Thank you anon this is adorable you have my mind working with these. (Plushie!Andrew having more game than the actual Andrew is SO FUNNY btw.)

Not all of their plushies express their adoration towards player only by kisses though, Plush!Norton is often gifting you pretty-looking minerals and rocks to have your attention solely on it, and then, trying to use its small magnet to pull you towards it for a cheek kiss(it doesn't work). You think that maybe its counterpart is helping behind the curtains...

Plush!Emily is always at your disposal, if it senses you're not feeling well you can bet its grabbing the edge of your clothes and trying to drag you towards the Nurse's Office so the real Emily could help you. It gives those forehead kisses like a mother would, you know?

Plush!Luca with that eternal toothy smile of it zapping you playfully and running away before you react. Until it finally gets lifted by its collar and its next move is to swing towards your face and smash its own on your cheek. Other than that, Plushie!Luca is more often seen with the actual Luca who finds the plushie so intriguing and interacts with it a lot. It's so much easier to work when he has some help.

Plush!Anne is always seen with its counterpart too, Anne is so pleased to have this adorable company that she makes an exact copy of her glider and a catapult. You can see it gliding around often, dropping by your shoulder sometimes and giving the tiniest kiss to your cheek before gliding away as fast as it can.

Plush!Edgar is not really what you could call social, but its curiosity is piqued whenever you do something that involves art. This is when you see it at the most, demanding you put it on your lap or a nearby chair so it can tug at your clothes whenever it considers you're doing something wrong. Edgar checks his plushie now and then, after all, it cannot taint his reputation while using his face. It's not surprising though that Plushie!Edgar is just like his counterpart when guiding you through the process of making art, and that leaves Edgar with a satisfied smile. No, I don't think it would kiss you, let it be enough that you earned its attention.

Plush!Frederick is anywhere music is, walking around with elegance that a few plushies lack. It will seek you out though so the two of you can appreciate the beauty of music, and then, thank you with a kiss on the back of your hand. I'm not sure but I don't think it stays a lot with Frederick, so you won't see them together a lot.

Plush!Mary is hard to please, of course. She still likes to assert the composure of a Queen. Share with her desserts, dance with her, gift her cute ribbons and other accessories, and maybe, just maybe she'll kiss you.

PS: I was going to put Tracy or Martha too but i got lazy at the end plus I didn't know exactly what to write 💀

#idvselfaware #self aware au #asks #idv x reader #identity v x reader #idv composer #idv painter #idv bloody queen #idv doctor #idv prisoner #idv prospector #idv toy merchant

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scifirice · 7 months

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The game Doomed in danny phantom has insane implications.

Before you go typing stuff, I am aware it's the result of needing a video game to have stakes and the writers needing a plot. I understand watsonian and doylist reasoning, im a writer myself. this is purely for the in-universe implications which I believe are crazy.

In episode 12: Teacher of the Year, danny and his friends are playing some kind of online game where the grand prize for beating it is full access to the World Wide Web. I re watched this episode prior to writing this, though it has been a hot minute since ive seen the other episodes, so i don't know exactly if they've actually used the internet prior to that episode. But i do remember technus escaping because Danny deleted his old save of Doomed so i guess that does imply he beat it at some point after episode 12.

The mere fact they can even play an online game in the first place would imply they have some access but not as much as they could. Kind of like how when you have a learners permit you can only drive in the daytime with an adult in the passenger seat. Can you imagine getting online and only being able to access wikipedia and facebook? Thats what I'm seeing from this.

So as far as we know, anyone who wants to get full access to the internet has to play and beat this game. We see danny and tucker make it to the final level multiple times, it takes them all night but that assumes even an average player can make it far if they keep at it. So the game itself couldn't be too difficult.

But what bewilders me the most is what Sam's doing. Why does this game have PVP? Sam hasn't beat the game either, she was likely doing it just to fuck with danny and tucker but she also blasts some random dude at the beginning. The trio seemed to all be able to win the game together at the very end, meaning there isn't any actual reason for pvp since there's no need to claim the prize solely for yourself.

Then there's Lancer. He's already beating the goddamn game! Yet he comes back just to beat it again and fight people! Is he gaining anything from this? Probably not. But why would this be an option for returning players? It's like someone who gets a doctorate degree and then goes around a middle school with a baseball bat bashing any student they see trying to learn and the school staff do nothing about it.

Why is the world set up like this? Did the government decide full internet access is something someone should have to take a test for? Did everyone have to take the test or were they grandfathered into keeping full access? I dunno how old Lancer is but unless we assume he was only playing the game for fun, he had to have beat Doomed when he was younger. so that implies his generation and the one after were all subject to this rule.

Is Doomed the only game like this? are there other games for other kinds of people since not everyone is good at FPS games? Could there be other things like make a character on the sims live for a whole year on max difficulty and then you win? Beat halo on legendary with all skulls on? speedrun mario 64 below the allowed time limit? Whose idea was this!? Not everyone is going to want full access when they're teens like danny, but what about when you get a job? Do you need to put "I beat Doomed" on your resume? this whole this is just fucking bizzare,

It's a minor detail never really brought up again, but the wider implications of it are immense. Anyway, im using this episode as inspiration to write a story because I cannot let this idea just get swept under the ecto-rug.

#danny phantom #I'm not even a big dp fan but someone pointed this out to me once and i can't get past the implications it has

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lokislittlemidgardian · 2 years

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Hii ! Are you please able to write one where it’s caregiver! Peter Parker x little!reader where they’re at home together and reader regresses? You can pick any reason for it. I just think would be very comforting for me. Love you <3

There she is!

Content - age regression, cg!peter, accidental regression, Robbie the reindeer, dummy use, soft toys, cuddles, aunt may being a sweetheart, bottles, pure fluff, not proofread, don't like don't read.

Summary - one afternoon you get really relaxed and you regress.

Authors note - please tell me I’m not the only one who still watches Robbie the reindeer, a bit of a short one but I really love this, I know Robbie the reindeer is considered more of a Christmas thing but I still watch it anyway, hope you enjoy <3

“Why won’t you ever watch it with me?” You complained looking up at your boyfriend with puppy dog eyes “because it’s awful, it’s not even entertainment how do you like it baby” Peter chuckled getting up from the sofa and selecting an old DVD.

“It is entertainment!, how can honestly say that it isn’t? It’s got drama, suspense, heartbreak and attractive men and women” you stated with a cocky look on your face.

“Y/N I am not watching love island with you” he exclaimed with a grin on his face “how about we compromise with Robbie the reindeer” he said holding up the DVD case.

“Yes oh my god put it in!” You exclaimed throwing yourself down against the pillows watching him squat down beside the DVD player. Making his way back towards the sofa Peter sat down laying your upper body across his legs stroking your hair gently.

15 minutes into the program you realised how relaxed you felt, you felt so warm and safe in peters arms like you were in your own little world.

Looking down at you Peter could see the hazy look in your eyes looking at the clay reindeer on the screen. The scene came on when Robbie got trapped on the conveyer belt causing him to be packaged in a toy box. Now the scene was hilarious and enough to earn a chuckle out of any adult but the way you reacted was very different to how you normally would.

You were regressed.

Smiling Peter knelt down placing a gentle kiss on the side of your temple “there she is! There’s my little girl” looking shyly up at him you hugged his hand tightly under your chin “hello dada” you whispered turning your head back towards the telly.

"Hi sweetheart" he said softly not wanting to disturb you. Looking into his bedroom his door slightly agar he saw the baby blue box that he kept you regression things in. Aiming his hand towards the box he shot his webs watching in fly towards his hand.

Catching it in his left palm he silently removed the lid pulling out your transparent dummy with blue and red glitter and your bluebell kitten toy gently placing the dummy in your mouth and the toy in your arms.

Making sure you were comfortable he lightly turned his body to face the kitchen truing to work out a way to warm you a bottle.

"Hi you guys" he heard aunt may enter the apartment carrying some shopping in her arms "Hey may" he said beckoning her over to the two of you "would you be able to make her a bottle?" He whispered still stroking your hair.

"Oh of course! The orange or the purple bottle?" "Purple please" "Okay, just a sec" a few minutes later you heard the soft hum of the microwave looking up slightly "it's okay baby" peter soothed you.

"Here you go" may said passing him the bottle "hi little one" she addressed you with a soft tone. Smiling behind your dummy you waved at her shyly "aww so adorable" she smiled walking back towards the kitchen to put the shopping away.

Quickly pulling your dummy out so you didn't get fussy he replaced it with the warm bottle of milk. Relaxing back into him you accepted the bottle and gave him a small smile.

"It's okay my sweet angel, daddy's here for you."

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Red Phone [4]

Wally x reader?

Previus - Next?

master list!

warning: slightly scary, first-time horror writer, stalking, confusion, gramma and spell mistakes, screaming, getting up a horrible hour of night, neurodivergent reader, slow burnish? , x reader, children, puppets, curse langue, music, be ready for cringe!

Safa still hasn’t responded to my text; it seems she was still searching for the show on the web. I was honestly getting too bored, and I could tell Jim was as well. He just sit’s their sighing while holding a toy, mum and dad went out to do something, and Grandma was down for her nana nap. So, it was just me and the baby, chilling but bored out of our mind.

“You want to watch welcome home Jimmy?” Jim just says gibberish which I take as a yes, I walk to the Vhs player, but the tape wasn’t their! I look around in the box from before and crouch down to see if the tape fell out again. I couldn’t find it, maybe grandma hid it? But why? It’s a nice show from what I could tell. That’s when I notice it in the bookshelf, up high. I had to jump to get it, but it was worth it, and I put the show on.

“Ready Jimmy welcome home! You know what I think we should treat ourselves what is the question, you’re allowed to eat solids now so what should I make?” I ask him as if he was paying any attention.

“Hello neighbour! How are you today?” he pauses as if waiting for a response.

“I hope you are happy. I feel happy too, when I am happy, I like to paint. I like to paint to feel happy. What do you like to do to feel happy?” Wally asks, the pose he was in reminded me of bob rose though his canvas was empty, and he only had one brush.

“I thin that would make me happy too. Even though I am happy, neighbour, I have a problem. I don’t know what to plaint!” the screen focuses on the empty canvas.

“I could paint a butterfly, or a rock. or a tree. There are too many things to paint, I can’t decide what would I like to do. I don’t know how to solve this problem. Neighbour when you have a problem what do you do?” wally pauses again, and the dog comes in eating a hot dog with whipped cream. And started to help wally with the problem, and honestly now I wanted a hot dog.

“Alright Jimmy, I’m going to cook us up some sausages to lunch you stay here for me?” I ask him but his eyes where too focused on wally and Barnaby, and like that I leave him be. I put the sausages on boiling the water, and placing them in I set a timer, and leave the pot there. I pull out a bowl, I am making frank let’s or little boys’ sausages as my grandma would say, I pull out the tomato sauce and BBQ sauce. But once again the red phone catches my eyes, I swear it was if it was pulling me in every time, I laid eyes on the phone. But I felt a sense of danger as if someone or something was begging me not to go near it. It leaves it. And no nothing. I take my eyes off it finally and walk to the loungeroom t leaning on the corridor as I watched a new episode of the show start. But Wally wasn’t their it was just Julie and frank.

“"Where could Wally be?! he's taking forever!" Julie Wines stomping her feet a little i frustration.

"I wonder where he could be, he's never been late before!" Frank asks looking to the camera when Wally structs into the scene.

"Wally where have you been?! now we can finally get the show on a roll! sally waiting for us!" Julie says grabbing his hand and dragging him along while frank stay behind a little.

"Are you alright Wally?" Frank asks.

"Yes of course! I was just on the phone to someone! Sorry neighbour but let’s get going hopefully sally’s okay with us being a little late.”

“I doubt it.” Frank says making me giggle a little at frank, Jim copies and crawls up to the tv pointing to frank while giggling. I sneak up behind the boy and turn the tv off by the remote.

“Come on Jimmy, it’s lunch time! We can watch more after I promise!”

{hello my viewers, tune into the next chapter because I have a Suprise! i feel like I've been dragging out your meeting with him so i though I would do it in chapter 5! but also i need your help on voting something for the serious. it will be in the next chapter but just giving you a heads up!

also please comment if you wanna be tagged, i don't think many of you saw my post on who wanted to be tagged in the next one. thanks for the support! I'll continue to try my best!}

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#welcome home wally darling #welcome home wally #welcome home puppet show #welcome home #welcome home arg #wally darling x reader #wally darling #welcome home frank #frank welcome home #red phone #julie joyful #poppy partridge #howdy pillar #sally starlet #x reader #welcome home x reader #partycoffin #welcome home fanfic.

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Blood Gulch Chronicles

The first two seasons of Red vs Blue are perfect for what they are, an early web sitcom. It's really fun watching how little growing pains there are. Just about everyone's personalities and voices are so well defined. But there are still growing pains, although these are not a pain to see happen. Donut especially evolves as a character, it's hard to imagine season five Donut throwing that frag grenade. Caboose says the phrase "why buy the cow when the milk is free?". Even half a season later, he would never say that. As soon as he kills Church, his voice and personality become what we now of it today. And Sarge's voice changes a little. And that's really it, these first two seasons are perfect. And then the ending of season two, they have to join forces and Tucker finds out that they're conflict has all been a lie. This is the strongest ending of any season from this era.

Season three starts of with a bang, showing new character pairings whilst ramping up the conflict and introducing new aspects like Wyoming and the players from the real world. Even when they get to Halo 2, the story is real fun and is still all about RvB. Then Church goes back in time. Him interacting with Lopez and the audience meeting Butch Flowers is great stuff, great time travel shenanigans. Then the next half an hour is stuff we've already seen before, a glorified clip show. Why would a web series need a clip show? And it is revealed that Church is quote "the team killing fucktard". All of the time travel stuff robs the first two seasons of any narrative weight and, whilst the final shot is a very nice quiet moment with Sheila, the moral is that you can't change anything. And Church doesn't reveal any of this to anyone, only him and us the audience know. So what was the point of that? And this is when I think RvB enters a bit of a rut. A little aside, I have previously seen most of RvB, up to season 10. I remember some of the stuff from later that reframes this whole arc but I am entering this viewing without any later context. I am watching Blood Gulch in a vacuum, as I would if only this arc existed and nothing else. The worst revelation, which I know they get change their mind on, is Tucker's discovery. Apparently, now, the conspiracy about RvB is false. So, you've told us a season ago that there was the conspiracy, implying that this season is going to explore that and the conclusion is that it was a mistake. That's my issue with the rest of Blood Gulch. All setup with no payoff. Like the prophecy stuff in season four, it ends with the alien dying and Blue team deciding to return home. Half of your show, the A plot, is serious plotting that isn't fun or compelling to watch. And the Red team, the B plot, the stuff that's fun to watch is framed as not important. Admittedly, season five is much better than the last two. Both teams have equal importance and they both further the plot. But it's clear that the writers have broken the structure of the show. They can't return to the sitcom of the first era. And the ending falls into the traps of the last two seasons, focusing primarily on the Blues with the Red team in thrown to the wasteside. Whilst the stuff with Tucker is cool and I know the ending is supposed to be a cliffhanger, I just don't find the mystery of Tex defecting compelling. I know that's what a cliffhanger is, but I just found it so tired. I don't know how else to put it.

And then it's implied that Tucker was right about there being a conspiracy? I don't know, it's frustrating to watch. The show went from RvB to BLUE! (Red may be included). And it sucks, that set up to season three is so strong with them joining forces and new pairings show up. And they want to change the shows direction but just keep giving as the same stuff. Without knowing what happens next season, I would be seriously worried about this show. And that's the thing, most people prefer seasons 6-13, with the engaging plot and the focus on lore and what not. But if I had only seen the plot of seasons 3-5, I would not be hopeful.

A show changing is fine and I remember really liking the rest of the show. I just find it funny that the first two seasons don't really have growing pains but to when they decide that they want to be a sci-fi drama rather than a sitcom, that's when the growing pains set in. From what I've seen of the miniseries from this arc, I know the writing is going to get better. I just hope Red team is as much of focus. Hell, I hope Tucker and Caboose don't end up in the shadow of church. To end on a more positive note, Blood Gulch is about a bunch of people who hate each other being stuck together. But I find it fun to see whom actually likes one another. Everyone on Blue team really like Donut, which is really funny because of how no one on Red team respects him. Caboose likes Church, and deep down Church likes Caboose. And deep down, Church and Tucker like one another. But funnily enough, Caboose doesn't like Tucker? And Church doesn't like Simmons? I just find this stuff funny. Like in It's Always Sunny, another show about a group of people who hate one another, it's very clear that deep down Mac and Charlie, and Charlie and Dennis like each other. I don't know, it's fun.

I do like RvB and I did like a majority of the Blood Gulch Chronicles, 70% of it if you do the math. I just found the story stuff not compelling.

#rvb #red vs blue

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melonba11s · 10 months

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Special Request (Strade and MC fanfic)

This is actually just based on the barbie meme Strade floating around, this is my contribution to it. Enjoy!

Contains: Strade, Gender Neutral MC, Fluffy Nonsense, Meme-y Nonsense

Living with Strade had meant a lot of changes to your way of life. Mostly in the department of, what movies are coming out and when. When you had free access to social media and the world wide web, you were bombarded with trailers and ads for movies that may not be coming out for months.

With your internet access now limited and highly supervised though, it was much less so. If you did go online it was often to either show Strade something and ask him to buy it, or to watch youtube or read nonsense articles and quizzes. If you so much as typed "twitter" into the computer, the entire laptop would shut down thanks to Strades "parent locks".

However you had gotten a glance recently at a movie coming out soon, but were armed only with the dates it would be in theatres. So it had become a bit of a ritual for you, to ask Strade at least once a week...

"If you pass a redbox, can you see if the Barbie Movie is available yet?"

At first he had found it humorous, until you had become so captivated with the idea of finally being able to watch it, that he became interested too.

Actually you hadn't even asked him for a few days to check for it, you were simply minding your own business when Strade's hand appeared in front of your face. He was waving a DVD in front of your eyes, and the bright pink cursive font sent a thrill of excitement through you.

"Finally!!" Strade began to laugh, like he always did whenever you were overcome with excitement. You were bouncing on the couch, a move that was exhausting you rather quickly.

"Let me put some stuff away and grab us some beers, then we can pop it into the player." Strade left you with the disc, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Do we still have the lemon shandy?" you asked, wrinkling your nose at the idea of having to enjoy the movie with a Lager or a Stout. You gave a shriek at the feeling of cold, slightly damp metal pressing against your neck all of a sudden.

You reached back, snatching the can, not needing to turn around to know that Strade had a mischievous grin on his face. You glanced at the can. Lemon Shandy.

"I bought another case, since you have a problem with my Heineken." Strade gave your hair a rough ruffle, his choice form of showing physical affection.

With a grunt, he made himself comfortable on the couch, motioning for you to put the DVD in.

"Go on, lets see if this lives up to all the hype you made about it.... Never thought I'd be watching a barbie movie willingly."

#strade btd #boyfriend to death #strade #btd fanfic #boyfriend to death fanfic #melons july ficfest

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IBO reference notes on . . . odds and ends

I have begun writing another big notes entry but it's a heavy one and requires visuals, so I suspect it'll be a while before it's done.

In the meantime, here are a few jottings on various random things in Iron-Blooded Orphans I thought worth commenting upon.

Naming conventions

The headline one, obviously, is the Gundams being named for the demons listed in the Ars Goetia. This we eventually discover is an in-universe response to the naming convention used for the mobile armours the Gundam frame mobile suits were developed to take down. Each mobile armour is named for a angelic figure: Hashmal is named for a class of angel while Harael, Mebahiah, Nemamiah and Ananel are all apparently derived from the Shem HaMephorash. It would be neat if all the names came from John Reuchlin's list of 72, which corresponds directly to the goetic demons but Hashmal nixes that idea.

It's also unclear if the names are for individual units or if they represent different lines or categories of armours. I tend towards the latter, simply based on the scale at which the Calamity War is presented as happening. This is somewhat tenuously is backed up by the Iron-Blooded Orphans G mobile game (RIP) presenting the player with a battle against 'Ananel Alpha' and the flashback in the Urdr Hunt campaign seeming to show Gundam Marchosias fighting a pair of Haraels. Though I must admit, I've watched that clip a few times and still cannot quite make up my mind it if represents two Haraels or just the multiple perspectives of Harael's claw eyes.

In any case, it seems that whoever named the Gundams had enough sense of drama to designate their 'angel hunters' as actual demons. And yet, the overall organisation that operated them -- Gjallarhorn -- embraced quite a different tradition.

This was of course Norse mythology. Each family in the Seven Stars ruling council has heraldry based on a different beast from the sagas (Odin's Ravens, Fenrir, Sleipnir, Jörmungandr, Nidhogg, Veðrfölnir (probably), and Ratatoskr). They have bases named Vingólf and Gladsheimr. Their mobile suits are derived from a set of machines named after Wagnerian valkyries, and they designate various different types of 'suit using German words. And of course, 'Gjallarhorn' itself is the name of the horn that sounds the start of Ragnarök (fitting, for a group formed to prevent the apocalypse). Plus, you know, there's Vidar's whole deal.

Curiously, there is an additional use of a Norse name in the setting: the Garm Rodi, a seemingly unaffiliated type of mobile suit primarily seen in use by the Dawn Horizon pirates. Given this is an instance of mythological naming in a line that otherwise has prefixes like 'Spinner', 'Landman' and 'Monkey', I wonder if perhaps this indicates the type of machine used by Gjallarhorn prior to the development of the Valkyrja and Gundam frames (these both belong to the late Calamity War period, whereas Rodis were deployed during the middle period; no we have no idea how long each period lasted). I haven't any particular reason for thinking this beyond it being named for the dog that guards Hel, but given Norse names are otherwise entirely restricted to Gjallarhorn, it would almost be weirder if there wasn't a connection.

(The Garm is also noted for its versatility, which puts it in the same bracket as the general-purpose Graze frame that has become Gjallarhorn's mainstay.)

Speaking of mobile suit lines, the Hexa frame stands out for having different types designated using people's names: Hugo, Gilda and Enzo. A quick web search for the three names in conjunction returns the Argentinian film Una Cita con la vida, directed by Hugo del Carril, starring Gilda Lousek and Enzo Viena. I do not know if there is any connection there, out of fiction, but it struck me as an intriguing coincidence.

Then we have Teiwaz naming their mobile suits using romanised Japanese words: Hyakuren, Hyakuri, Rouei, Shiden, Hekija. Not much to say about that, since it fits exactly with their Japanese/Italian fusion mafia aesthetics. Although, I suppose we should shout out the Chief's bonkers suffixes. Lupus Rex? Rebake Full City? Jeepers.

Finally, I'd like to draw attention to how the Ariadne Network fits into all this, or rather how it doesn't. It's named for the myth of the Minotaur and how Ariadne gave Theseus a guiding thread to help map his way through the labyrinth. Fitting for a network of navigation beacons. However, as a piece of technology, it's an outlier, named for a Greek myth despite being under the control of Gjallarhorn.

The implication is that the Network predates both them and indeed the Calamity War, with the use of Ahab reactors in its construction being cited as a cause of said War, by virtue of preventing long-range communication and observation. Should we therefore take from this that pre-Calamity War devices follow a Greco-Roman naming convention ala the US space program? There are other Greek names used in the setting, specifically for the regions into which Mars is divided, following the actual real-world mapping of the Red Planet's geography, so I wouldn't want to rule out such a conclusion -- particularly with the way English is used in the setting. But on the other hand, it could simply be that the Network's function made this particular allusion irresistible.

Currency

There are two canonical currencies: the galar and the meria. As far as I can tell, the galar is exclusively mentioned in the context of Mars, and is therefore presumably related to Gjallarhorn's rule of the planet. Meanwhile the meria is used in the two spin-offs, Moon Steel and Urdr Hunt, both of which take place on or around space colonies. Whether this means the meria is primarily a space-based currency, or just a widely used currency in general is unclear.

Mostly I just think this is worth noting for the potential implications the galar has for Mars' situation: if the money in circulation there is directly controlled by Gjallarhorn, then that represents an added obstacle to independence. And given so much of Kudelia's efforts are focused on achieving greater economic freedom from Earth, it's an interesting detail to consider.

Oh, and apparently paper-like money is still in vogue in the Post-Disaster timeline. Which seems a bit odd, since paper itself is counted as a marker of wealth (explicitly stated in the translation of the CGS promo website linked from Gundam wiki; implied in the series by things like how we only ever see real books in the hands of the upper classes).

In Moon Steel, Tanto Tempo's members use paper files and documents, presumably because being part of an Earth-adjacent company, they can afford it. This makes me wonder about the source of the material. Do space colonies grow and recycle their own paper? Is that another layer to money's value in this setting? Or is the case made from some other material?

Food for thought, at least.

This excavator

Because first of all, it's an adorable piece of design work. And second, it's a rare example of non-mobile suit robotics in the setting.

Most Gundam shows have some sort of 'sub-mobile suit' category of mecha, be that a cruder precursor to the humanoid robot suits that are the mainstay of the franchise or a more utilitarian, often civilian variety of machine used for maintenance and construction work. Iron-Blooded Orphan's mobile workers are, however, mostly seen in military configurations, operating as small, extremely manoeuvrable tanks. I don't think it's too much of a stretch to classify them as mecha in their own right -- they have moveable 'legs' and on the type Tekkadan uses at least, the cannons operate in an arm-like fashion. But overall, they are generally more tank-like than anything else. The only civilian use we see from them is as a flat-bed truck. Indeed, when construction work in the space colonies comes up, it is specifically mobile suits that are cited as being used.

This excavator, which shows up in the background of the main series and has very slightly more presence during the Urdr Hunt game, makes it clear there are in fact mobile worker-like machines with entirely non-military uses. The arms appear to articulate in ways that set it apart from a real-world excavator, suggesting it operates in a more human-like fashion than your average JCB, and the armatures holding it up resemble mobile workers, only in a more stable four-point layout than the otherwise ubiquitous tripod arrangement.

It's a nice touch, extending the sci fi conceits throughout the world-building. It also stands out because so many of the vehicles shown beyond the obligatory humanoid mecha are simply . . . mundane. The cars, trains and even the fighter jets are little different than those we'd see around us today. Having something like this show up helps avoid the sense of the mobile suits being fantastical devices with no connection to the rest of the technological landscape, and gestures at mobile workers having uses that would earn them that name.

Gjallarhorn's plastic macs

I just love how utterly dorky the official rain-wear is.

McGillis very much doing the 'dignity, always dignity' bit, there.

Other reference posts include:

IBO reference notes on … Gjallarhorn (Part 1)

IBO reference notes on … Gjallarhorn (Part 2)

IBO reference notes on … Gjallarhorn (corrigendum) [mainly covering my inability to recognise mythical wolves]

IBO reference notes on … three key Yamagi scenes

IBO reference notes on … three key Shino scenes

IBO reference notes on … three key Eugene scenes

IBO reference notes on … three key Ride scenes

IBO reference notes on … the tone of the setting

IBO reference notes on … character parallels and counterpoints

IBO reference notes on … a perfect villain

IBO reference notes on … Iron-Blooded Orphans: Gekko

IBO reference notes on … an act of unspeakable cruelty

IBO reference notes on … original(ish) characters [this one is mainly fanfic]

IBO reference notes on … Kudelia’s decisions

IBO reference notes on … assorted head-canons

IBO reference notes on … actual, proper original characters [explicit fanfic – as in, actually fanfic. None of them have turned up in the smut yet]

IBO reference notes on … the aesthetics of the mobile frame

IBO reference notes on … mobile suit designations

IBO reference notes on … the Gundams (part 1)

IBO reference notes on … the Gundams (part 2)

IBO reference notes on … the Gundams (part 3)

IBO reference notes on … the Turbines, or ‘Tekkadan done right’

IBO reference notes on … the Gundams (Addendum 1)

IBO reference notes on … deals with the devil

#gundam iron blooded orphans #gundam ibo #g tekketsu #tekketsu no orphans #reference #notes #I will probably do more posts like this at some point

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thewertsearch · 1 year

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Ask Comp 13/4 - 2

Yup! The Alpha timeline offers a novel solution to the problem of Sylladex capacity. If the Captcha index only needs to be consistent in the Alpha timeline, then it doesn't have to worry about reserving index space for every possible item.

If this is how things work, then the Sylladex isn't predestined, per se - it's enforced. Everyone has a finite set of objects that they're allowed to captchalogue, and if you pick up anything else, your index is invalidated - and your timeline is pruned.

You could still call it predestination, if you were so inclined, but that's only partially accurate. It's more that you're coerced into 'choosing' one particular destination - or else.

I'm loving these voice headcanons. Scratch as Emperor Belos is inspired.

What the hell? That's amazing.

Based on my (admittedly limited) experience with web administration, it's not all that surprising, either. Hacks like this are shockingly common.

No worries! The vast majority of followers don't actually interact with these posts' notes, but I still assume they're reading them. Just a quirk of Tumblr's norms.

My best guess is that the drones would arrive when the troll is on the cusp of adulthood, shortly before they leave Alternia. That would give them as much time as possible to form potent relationships - which would, in turn, give the Empire the most potent wrigglers.

I still think it would motivate younger trolls, though. I mean, if all single people are executed at eighteen, you might feel a little pressure to enter the dating game early.

Never forget the Der-sayer incident.

Rereading it, Karkat scans as sad, angry, resigned, confused, lonely, and trying to bottle up an avalanche of "FRESH RAGE."

I think we're both half right, here - he's drowning in a tide of pretty much every negative emotion imaginable.

Thank you!! We triple-checked, and it seems like Tumblr ate the first half of this ask :(

Much appreciated, though!! I love that metaphor for coming up with scattershot theories.

Oh, that makes sense. Can't believe I missed a Hussie pun, but that one was a little harder to notice.

This makes it sound like the universe is tethering her to life, just as she tethers it. What is up with this lady?

That's true! I'm pretty sure it's both.

I'd always imagined Equius as being pretty tall. They're all the same height in sprite art though, so I think it's another case of sprite art being non-representative.

I'm withholding judgement on the Meowrails until we get more interactions between them. Their early conversations were a little worrying, but it's possible that Hussie hadn't fully fleshed out the concept of Moirallegiance at the time. We'll see how they interact now that how their quadrant works has been expanded on.

[ Problem sleuth is still hosted there😁- C ]

It still seems to work for me!

Oh, fun! I guess John's birthday does sort of fall into a half-pattern with the others.

Still, it would have made more sense for him to be in a line with the other Players - his Chumhandle doesn't match theirs, either, so maybe John's just a weird case.

Thank you! I feel like this sort of analysis can only really be applied to fictional characters, though. Everything a character says or does is the result of a deliberate choice made by a writer, and I can use my knowledge of that fact to frame my analysis.

In real life, though, people just say shit - often for no reason, or for reasons they don't understand themselves. People are a lot more complicated than even the most well-written character, and understanding them requires a whole different skillset!

Someone also posted Hussie's author comment about this. It's been years since I watched the movie - and if I recall correctly, it was also pretty meta itself. Maybe I need to watch it again, as reading material for Homestuck.

ferretlady97 submitted: talking about the book commentary reminded me of something i was gonna send you when the troll black queen took off her ring but forgot "Note that when she takes the ring off six orbs are filled. Three players from the blue team have entered the session, and three from the red team. Aradia was the second of the blue team to enter. Nepeta was third. Aradia's entry is when the frog mutations took effect on the ring-wearer. And then an interval passed before Nepeta's entry. Which means the queen actually spent a decent amount of time looking like a frog, deliberating whether or not she could put up with this for an entire game session. Ultimately, she couldn't hang in there. But this does imply she at least tried." i just think it's funny thanks for your time

The language used here - the fact that she couldn't 'put up' with her transformation into a frog, and couldn't 'hang in there' - seems to imply that doing so harms her in some way.

All the frog symbolism is still a closed book to me. What exactly does Bilious Slick represent or symbolize that Derse hates so much?

[ you got another ask about LOLCAT but it has classpect spoilers so I'm saving it for later - C ]

I suppose that could work - but then again, it seems that 25% of all Lands have some association with water, so it can't always represent Life. I do want to come back to this later, though, when the Classes and Aspects are better defined.

Send away! It'll be a while until I use them, though.

I appreciate it! That's a minimum bound that I'd have to pick up the pace to reach, at this point.

Hey, what can I say? I'm here for a good time, and a long time. >:)

I keep forgetting that LOSS is a references to a fanfic. I associate it more with you, the LOSS Anon!

If she can't, she's definitely phrasing things in a misleading way, trying to imply that she can. The Tavros scene is arguable, but I really can't think of any other way to interpret how she talks about the Consorts, unless she's straight up lying - and she really doesn't do that much.

Vriska 100%s the game, but skips all the cutscenes?

...yeah, I can see it. Every side quest is another chance to win!!!!!!!! >::::)

#asks #full liveblog #act 5

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sergeifyodorov · 11 months

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matty tkachuk 4 character ask >:]

i learned of our dear mr daddyissuesrat from DRAICHUK PRIMERS of all things there were flamesposters determined to get us into it. crazey

IMPRESSION NOW

he is a far more complex character than some of u may think… actually im not gonna go that far there are too many machuk scholars on this goddamned web site. for the sake of gamegrowing i won’t lament too much more on that but anyway i think he’s really a testament to the power of charisma; if u are a dnd type of guy and u make a dnd character of machuk that is his number 1 stat. yes above strength. he understands more than i would say. Any hockey player out there. the power in knowing that the nhl is a show for people’s entertainment… the glory and gore of it all. he can dance the dance more than the rest of them can. it’s in his nature to play to the audience, love or hate. Very edmund kinglear.

also watching him skate badly is entertaining as hell

FAV MOMENT

i think theres something really to be said about his failed smythe run… how his dad called the cats soft and then allegedly started the brady’s better chant (brady is better and it’s crucial mattylore that u know that) but he refused to listen and then the cats snuck in. and how after sniping that ot gamewinner he looked at his teammates and told them we will be back here for game seven, and he was right, and they won that too. and also his devastating amount of up-fucking during the carolina series and then the dramatic fall from grace when he broke his sternum in the cup final. war god…

IDEA FOR STORY

with his current status as the nhl’s protagonist what couldn’t u write w matthew in it… personally i think he’s too genre aware for something weird and bendy and full au-type so you’d have to go abt as mundane with it as u could. keep him in the real world let the people confuse him as opposed to the universe. i think a healthy dose of family drama would do him well. not that he’s not already experiencing that but we know so little about the REAL internal machinations of the tkachuk’s web you could make it go however you like

UNPOPULAR OPINION

he literally does not care about leon draisaitl at all (nor vice versa). it was kayfabe he was pushing a narrative…

FAV RELATIONSHIP

that being said. He DOES care about a certain soft-spoken finnish captain of his… he and sasha . sasha and matthew. tkacharkov. Marriage 4 the ages get ready because they have 7 more years together to get neASTY in the state of florida…

FAV HEADCANON

now i dont know if u scrape the gossip blogs like i do when i need a little entertainment… i dont believe any of what they say naturally but when a pattern comes up that suits my needs i become intrigued. the gossip blogeurs are saying that matty’s girlfriend is a setup fake relationship for pr purposes and that brady and taryn (or at least brady) hateeee her. because it is not only funny but furthers my queer agenda i am compelled to believe it

#asks #matthew tkachuk

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goldenbituin · 3 months

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Professor Egghead's Snow Day (Fanmade Creepypasta)

A new episode of the beloved show The Adventures of Professor Egghead has been discovered in the depths of the Internet! What zany hijinks will our favorite scientist encounter today???

Based on the Professor Egghead stories by Mike J. Langer

Narrator uses feminine pronouns idk

⚠ TW: violence, gore, blood, horror, murder

The past few months have been dragging along. I’ve been working day in and day out to make ends meet, helping out my family in the morning and getting my stuff done around the grocery store at night. Anything to keep my body moving and the cash flowing, I say to myself. All this leaves me almost no time to relax and renew my mind for the next day. The only thing I have the energy to do when I get back home is to surf the web.

I tend to gravitate towards the creepy and disturbing; who doesn’t like a little scare once in a while? All those hours cleaning the house sometimes made way for learning about obscure true crime or cursed video game secrets. One night I was on my laptop, scrolling through a list of supposed “Disturbing Things Found on the Internet”. Most of the articles had edgy and spooky names that I didn’t pay much attention to. That is, until I came across something that stood out like a sore thumb.

Professor Egghead’s Snow Day. Was that a cartoon of some sort? I clicked on the link that would lead me to it, but instead got a notification saying “Download complete: professor_eggheads_snow_day.mp4”

“Are you kidding me…” I sighed at the thought of this being malware that I unknowingly received. In response, I ran it through a quick antivirus scan, which came back with no issues. To me this was a sign that I should go ahead and watch the file, so I opened it in a video player. That decision was something I’d come to regret for a long time.

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The scene opened to a beautiful view of a snow-covered park. A staticky filter gave me the impression this show must be from the 2000s, but as it didn’t even give an intro, I could be wrong. I could hear children laughing, dogs barking, and people chattering far and wide in the open space. Couples held hands as they walked down the paved sidewalks, and some people were building snowmen. This could be a Christmas special for all I know.

Just then I heard something unusual. Like the crescendo of an approaching rainfall. Strange, I thought. The sky is blue with not a cloud in sight. However, the more I listened, the more I realized it wasn’t rainfall, but applause. As the clapping grew louder, the people in view moved slower and slower, and their bright faces melted into blankness.

The uproar hit its peak as the main character walked in. A short, stout man in a brown wool coat and red scarf walked into the scene. The shape of his body reflected as a shadow on the stark white ground, giving the impression of an egg on legs. Only a tuft of black hair adorned his head, and between his small ears was a wide, frog-like mouth. His eyes, although bloodshot and droopy, pierced like daggers at whoever dared to look his way. The cast felt rather unnerved by his sudden introduction, but he paid no mind.

“I AM PROFESSOR EGGHEAD!” he announced suddenly. “MASTER OF ALL THE SCIENCES! EXPLORER OF EVERYTHING IN THIS NATURAL WORLD!” He shot up his gloved pointer finger as he made his speech, causing some people to flinch. His voice is not what I expected from someone of his appearance. It was loud and shrill, almost like a man doing an impression of an old lady, but with five times the force put into each syllable.

“TODAY I TAKE A BRIEF RESPITE FROM MY NEVER-ENDING STUDY, " he continued. “FROM MY SLEEPLESS, JOYLESS DAYS OF PURSUING ENLIGHTENMENT. MY PASSION REMAINS STRONG BUT MY SOUL CALLS OUT FOR A RELEASE FROM THE CONSTRAINTS OF RESEARCH,”

Wow, I thought, he just needs a break, kinda like me I guess.

“THIS FRIGID WEATHER BECKONS ME TO VENTURE OUTSIDE AND OBSERVE THE COMMON FOLK. I HAVE COME TO JOIN IN THEIR SEASONAL REVELRY!” he threw his arms wide, as if making an exciting announcement.

“YOU AND YOUR SNOW ANGLES, SNOW SLEDDING, AND MOST NOTABLY, SNOW FIGHTING. HOW YOUR GAMES OF ICE AND FROST INTRIGUE ME! I SHALL TAKE PART AT ONCE!” He took something out of his pocket, but it was hard to tell what it was exactly. Then he crouched down and gathered a handful of snow, patting it into a ball. “WHOEVER WANTS TO PROVE THEMSELVES WORTHY OF CHALLENGING THE GREAT PROFESSOR, HAVE AT YOU!!” He turned to a couple standing near a snowman they put together, winded his arm back like a baseball pitcher, and threw his snowball as hard as he could at them.

It hit the man in the mouth, causing him to cry out in pain. He doubled over, covering his face while his girlfriend braced onto him, trying to provide support. The camera zoomed in on him, revealing a bloodied face and a broken tooth. The man shakily picked up the snowball and dusted off the snow, and the camera zoomed in closer to show that there was a rock underneath. Laughter poured in from an unseen audience. I was taken aback, did that professor guy really have to do that?

The injured man tried his best to chuckle. “P-Professor Egghead… that’s not how you have a snowball fight.” The laugh track played once more at his attempt to quell the situation.

Professor Egghead looked indignant. “YOU DARE TELL ME HOW TO PLAY MY GAME? YOU DARE TELL ME HOW TO SPEND MY DAY OFF? IF YOU KNEW ANYTHING ABOUT PROFESSOR EGGHEAD, IT IS THAT HE DOES NOT GO EASY! HE NEVER HAS!” He stomped his foot into the snow. “IF I WANT A CHALLENGE, I WILL HAVE IT! IT IS SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST NOW!”

Out of nowhere, he acquired several more snow-covered rocks and hurled them at the scared couple. The woman tried to hide behind her snowman but the barrage of “snowballs” demolished it at once, leaving her exposed to be impacted as well. The professor did not stop until the two people lay on the snow, staining it red.

This has gotta be special effects, right? I thought to myself. It must be one of those sitcoms with a horror twist. I’m a fan of those, at least, so I kept watching with anticipation and apprehension.

The professor did not stop his attack. He continued to hurl the snowballs indiscriminately, and the people began screaming and running around the park. Some fell over with a crack to the skull, also falling into the snow and painting it red with blood. Even then, the audience roared with laughter and applause. Whatever Egghead’s goal was, they were cheering him on as he laughed at the terrified crowd.

“COWARDS! FOOLS! LOSERS!” He taunted the fleeing park patrons as he kept tossing his ammo at full force. “YOU ARE TOO SCARED TO CHALLENGE SUCH ABUNDANCE OF WITS AND STRENGTH! YOU WILL NEVER BE AS GREAT AS ME! NEVER! NEVER!” He kept chanting that last word like a mantra every time he threw a new snowball. That was when his gaze snapped towards the camera, causing me to jump.

“NEVERRRRRRRR!!!!” He reeled back once more and threw a snowball at the camera, shattering its lens and causing the cameraman behind it to fall over. The view pointed at the clear blue sky, interrupted by a trickle of red blood sliding down the side.

I closed the video player. That was enough of the funny egg man for me. I sat at my desk for a few minutes, my head bowed and my mind trying to process what just went down. I’ve had this reaction to many weird and disturbing videos on YouTube before, but this was just… indescribable. How did this even get aired? How many people saw this on live television?

I spent the last hour before bed drawing in my sketchbook instead. At first it started out as various doodles and sketches, but thoughts of the egg-shaped man began taking over. I drew a goofy cartoon of him, with various poses and expressions, and eventually drew myself hurling snowballs at him as he ran away crying. I gave a sly chuckle. Who did that guy think he was? I could beat him at a snowball fight any time. After a few more minutes of drawing I fell asleep without a care in the world.

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The next day was as occupied as any other. I was back in the grocery store, trying to retrieve a box high upon a shelf in the freezer. How they expect a short woman like me to be able to access those heights is beyond me, but there were tasks to be done and I wasted no time. Growing more frustrated, I tried climbing the lower shelves and reaching out with one arm to get the box. One rule I missed about these freezers: there’s a chance surfaces may be slippery. This oversight caused me to slip off a platform, and I fell backwards off the shelves. My head first hit a box stacked on a cart, toppling it over and spilling its contents. Then it hit the concrete floor with a loud thud.

……

I stood in a snowy field, lined with benches and frosted pine trees. No longer did I wear my work shirt and hat, but instead donned a long black winter coat, my hand-crocheted scarf, and winter boots. My breathing turned deep and steady as I took in my new surroundings. The people walking by me were familiar; they looked just like the passerby in the show I watched last night. My heart sank lower with each new thing I noticed.

Before I could get too deep into my thoughts, the audience made their presence known with applause. An applause that would introduce Professor Egghead, who sauntered his way across the park. He’s… real? Or… am I… where am I? Am I actually in the show? My chest felt heavier with each question that ran through my head.

“I AM PROFESSOR EGGHEAD! I HAVE COME TO JOIN YOUR MERRYMAKING IN THE ICE!” He tossed a snowball in his hand, causing me to shudder. “WHO WILL BE THE FIRST TO RECEIVE MY INVITATION?”

His eyes fixated on the same couple he mercilessly tore down in the episode. “HOW ABOUT YOU TWO?” He hurled one projectile after another until he managed to knock both of them out cold. That was much quicker than what I remember, but it gave me another reason to fear what he would do next.

“HMPH, THEY COULD NOT HANDLE THE IMMENSE POWER OF THE PROFESSOR, I SEE.” He let out a disappointed sigh and kept looking around. With each turn the people hid their faces away, refusing to meet his gaze. Soon enough, he zeroed in on me. I was confused at first, but I looked down and to my horror, I was also holding a handful of snow.

“YOU, MADAM! ARE YOU CHALLENGING ME TO A DUEL OF SNOW?” He shot out his finger at me, and I began shaking in my boots.

“N… no…” I always felt scared when singled out like that, but this man, this mad scientist, really made me feel small and helpless without even trying.

“ARE YOU TURNING DOWN MY INVITATION TO DUEL? IS THAT HOW IT WILL BE?” His ragged face turned red with anger at my rejection. “I TAKE PRECIOUS TIME OUT OF MY DAY, AWAY FROM MY LABORATORY AND MY QUEST TO BENEFIT HUMANITY, AND THIS IS HOW I’M REPAID? YOU WILL ENTERTAIN ME WITH A PROPER FIGHT! YOU WILL NOT BACK DOWN! YOU WILL NOT KEEP WASTING MY HOURS ON THIS EARTH!”

I glanced around and saw the equally terrified people looking at me. They seemed shocked that I actually denied the egghead what he wants: a new victim to torment.

“NOW,” he bellowed. “LET THE GAME OF SNOW THROWING BEGIN.” He marched his way towards me, and without a second thought I dropped my snowball and ran the other direction. Underneath the pounding of my heart, I could hear the booing of a disappointed crowd. Not long after, that booing was overpowered by the rapid pitter-patter of feet in the snow.

“DO NOT RUN FROM ME!” He called out from far behind. “I DEMAND A FIGHT, AND I WILL GET IT!” I kept on my mad dash across the park, desperate to avoid him. If anyone was watching this like I did on my laptop, it would be less of a comedy skit and more of a harrowing chase scene. It was only when I couldn’t hear him running anymore that I stopped and leaned against a tree. Between my heaving and gasping for air I choked out a few sobs. Why was this happening?

My thoughts were interrupted by a sharp pain at the back of my head. He was right behind me, managing to get the first hit. “THIS IS SO WONDERFUL, OH SO WONDERFUL!” He laughed as he continued throwing rocks at me. “USING THE POWER OF MOMENTUM AND VELOCITY IN REAL TIME! MEASURING HOW MANY PROJECTILES THESE FEEBLE TARGETS CAN HANDLE! I’M HAVING FUN! SO MUCH FUN!” He danced in his place, hyper and overjoyed by the new world that has opened up to him. It was a world of science and amusement rolled into one for him, but pain and suffering for everyone else. I sucked in my breath and kept running, not waiting for him to do the same.

This went on for another five awful minutes, with me running for my life in a twisted, horrible excuse for a sitcom, and Professor Egghead bombarding me, giggling like a mischievous youngster while the invisible crowd laughed along. I tried doing several twists and sharp turns, changing direction like a rabbit trying to confuse its pursuer, but he was just as agile, making the same turns and growing ever so closer. I even jumped over an exposed root in the ground, hoping he would miss it and trip. To my dismay, he lunged over it like an Olympian in an egg body and began catching up. With every moment that passed by I was hit with more and more rocks disguised as snowballs, so hard in fact that I’m sure it must have left some bruises.

“Someone help me! Please! Anyone!” I screamed out to the rest of the people in the park, and even headed toward some of them. They all jumped or stepped out of my way, their scared looks still painted on their faces.

“Get this man away from me!” I pleaded once more. “I’m gonna die!!!” Still they avoided me every time. They wanted no part in the professor’s sick idea of a snowball fight, and have collectively decided it would be me who would take the fall for denying him in the first place.

Soon the fatigue caught up to me. I collapsed on my hands and knees, my lungs failing to function and my face burning hot in the cold, sharp air. I closed my eyes as I tried to steady my wild breathing, not knowing or caring that he was right there. With one swift kick to the ribcage I fell onto my side, and with another shove I was sprawled out on my back into the inches of snow under me. I couldn’t feel my arms or legs; I was a toy that had run out of battery, and I lay useless.

Once my vision cleared I finally saw him. The evil professor loomed over me, and with one stubby leg standing on either side of my torso, he had me boxed in. Over his head, he held yet another rock, but it dawned on me that this was no ordinary rock. It was a freaking boulder. He found it necessary to just pick up the biggest thing he could find to finish off the helpless little rabbit he had been chasing, and didn’t even bother to cover it in snow. He didn’t care about putting up his charade, he just wanted to achieve his victory.

“YOU LOST, WEAKLING,” he snickered, his grin growing wide. “NOW YOU WILL PAY THE PRICE.” This was not a show about a grumpy old scientist wanting to have fun in the snow. It was a peek into the antics of a heartless, insane monster who takes pleasure in the fear and agony he causes to everyone around him.

I screamed at the top of my lungs as he sent the boulder crashing down onto my head. The last thing I heard was the sound of my skull getting crushed with a sickening crack and a splatter.

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In the cold freezer I could feel a warm pair of hands shaking me awake. The pain immediately rushed into my head, along with some dizziness. I struggled to open my eyes and sit up, finding myself covered in frozen bagels. The manager crouched beside me, and her usually stern expression was replaced with a hint of worry. I had been gone for ten minutes, she told me, and she wanted to check on me after I said I’d start retrieving the frozen pastries. I thanked her for her concern as she helped me on my feet. Stumbling and tripping over myself, she seated me on a chair in the hallway while another coworker opened a first aid kit.

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I was given some time off to recover after that. When news got to my parents, they understood and let me stay in my room for the day. The pain was strong for hours, and I only had ice packs from the store to counter it. I took the time to get the rest I’ve been longing for, watching comforting videos of cats, and even playing video games when my headache died down. Before I could get to any of that, however, I made it a point to delete “professor_eggheads_snow_day.mp4” from my hard drive immediately. Some time later I opened my sketchbook, and was disgusted to find those doodles of the professor in there. I ripped out these reminders of my hubris and put my book back in my bag, resolving to take a nap instead.

Once I recovered, my days didn’t change much from there. I still worked hard but decided to take in healthier, more positive forms of entertainment. I can’t say the same about my nights. Each night once I go to bed, I feel a sense of dread wash over me. I don’t have dreams very often, but every time I do now, it’s at the park. The same dreadful egg creature, the same frenzied chase, the same gruesome final blow to the head. It’s happened three times already, and I have yet to tell my therapist about it, as the increasing insomnia isn’t good for productivity, let alone overall wellbeing. For now though, every night as I drift off to sleep I wish I didn’t have to, because that always meant the possibility of being taken back to Professor Egghead’s icy little corner of hell, where he will always be waiting, ready to play.

#professor egghead #the adventures of professor egghead #adventures of professor egghead #professor egghead creepypasta #creepypasta #fanfic #fanfiction #writing #horror #tw violence #tw murder #tw gore #tw death

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autisticsupervillain · 11 months

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The Angel is an Avatar of the Eye!

The Player on all repeat routes in motivated entirely by a desire to see "what happens if I do X?" Undertale as a game is entirely built around responding to your choices and dragging the Player into it's narrative as much as possible, which naturally peaks everyone's curiosity as to just how far that stretches.

The Genocide Route makes a point of calling out the Angel for doing things just because they can. "And because you can, you have to". To see all the endings and to experience what happens. The game even calls out people who just watch playthroughs as "those sickos who just like to watch".

Despite this, The Angel never intervenes with the world directly. They literally physically can't. Instead, they interact by using Player Characters to act on their behalf, forcibly taking over Frisk and Kris to serve as their representative in the physical world, much as the Ceaseless Watcher would.

Alternatives

The Web

The Angel has a theme of forcibly taking control over the player characters, particularly in Deltarune. This manifests through slowly corrupting Frisk and Chara in the Genocide Route and abusing Noelle through Kris in Snowgrave.

No matter what route the Player goes for, their victory is almost certainly inevitable. They can try again indefinitely with no cost to themselves or others. The machinations of the Angel are just too vast for the mortals they toy with to do anything about, mych as with the Web.

#undertale #the magnus archives #frisk dreemurr #kris dreemurr #chara dreemurr #the player #avatar of the eye #avatar of the web #the angel

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seventeendeer · 20 days

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i will provide a question: did you ever get to play the oxenfree sequel? if yes, thoughts?

I did indeed! I had a good time with it. I don't think it comes anywhere near the brilliance of the first game, though, and in certain ways, it diminishes the impact of the original imo.

I think the first game played to the genre and writers' strengths extremely well. the tight focus on a handful of kids exploring a spooky island is inherently vulnerable, which is great for a horror game, doubly so for a very emotionally impactful horror game. the characters being snarky, petty and immature a lot of the time makes them feel like real teens trying to be cool in the face of some crazy shit. I found the entire cast incredibly likeable, which was super important, since the majority of playtime is spent having conversations with them.

by contrast, the sequel has a bigger scope, the main characters are adults, and they have a lot more resources at their disposal. the dialogue feels stilted and juvenile coming out of adult characters - one or two adult characters sounding like teens would be fine as character traits, but when every adult character sounds like they left high school yesterday, it breaks believability. with so much help, information and tech at their disposal, the scares also seem less like a threat and more like a challenge ... and since you really have to go out of your way to fail most of the scenarios, there's precious little left to create real tension.

a big drawback of the sequel is also just that ... we're stuck with two main characters who have negative amount of chemistry. the first game had a small web of complex relationships already laid out for the player to explore. the characters' motivations for wanting to know each other on a deeper level were rock solid. on the other hand, the protagonists of the sequel are work colleagues who have never met before, forced to work together by circumstance. there's no reason for them to try to open up and bond the way the kids do in the first game, so the long conversations about childhood trauma and whatever else comes off forced. this is a big problem when 90% of the game is just mucking about in dialogue trees while walking from place to place.

another problem, I think, is that the sequel leans too far into building lore that ultimately goes nowhere. it does a whole lot of explaining that serves no thematic purpose and is generally uninteresting. by the time everything is explained, the story is over and precious few elements come together in a meaningful way. the first game did well at not getting in its own way, simply explaining just enough for us to understand the context in which the characters exist and the framework on which the themes and emotional gut-punches are built. it feels more immersive because it doesn't stretch believability further than what is needed to tell the story it's telling.

I really wanted to love Oxenfree 2, because it's protagonist is fun, faceted narratives surrounding parenthood are in terribly short supply, and the visuals and vibe are all great.

unfortunately, I feel like everything about it is too ambitious for the limits of its genre and the skill level of its writers. it pulled a Stranger Things season 2 and took a "more is more" approach, instead of realizing that for character-driven horror stories especially, "more" is often less.

I still love the original game a ton, though the way the sequel wraps up that story is unsatisfying and anticlimactic to me as well. it honestly kind of kills the vibe to watch a beautiful tragedy play out and then it's followed up by a little final toot of a fix-fic ending. I think finally getting to undo the tragic ending of the first game could have been an incredible emotional journey for the player ... if, again, there was actually a real risk of failing, and the themes and emotions of the narrative were given room to breathe, instead of being crowded out by everything else.

but yeah, that was my experience playing! a perfectly fun romp for the spooky season, but ultimately forgettable compared to the absolutely legendary first game.

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