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doktorpeace · 8 months

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The Great All Generation Nuzlocks Roundup

This is gonna be long and have multiple parts thanks to the image limit on posts. Each game will be headlined by their title in Bold Print so if you're only interested in certain games it'll be easy to filter through. These notes will also only be on the Successful Run of each game. I'll note how many times I wiped in each game, but largely won't mention those runs for sake of relative brevity.

All runs were performed with the following rules - Only One Encounter Per Route/Zone/Area/Cave [Unique Names Denote Separate Areas] No Duplicate Encounters No Using Items In Battle No In-Game Trades No Overleveling the next Gym Leader or Major Boss Purchased/Gift Pokemon Are Allowed (Though there is only one case where I use one) but count as your encounter for that Area. No Use Of 'Affection' Based Mechanics.

RED - Kanto is a genuine joy to Nuzlocke for a few reasons. It's quick to get going, most early game Pokemon are quite strong (Ratticate, Primeape, Nidoking/queen, and Fearow are all genuinely incredible encounters), and it has probably the most balanced set of starters overall with regards to choice. All three have viable reasonings to be picked in the context of a nuzlocke. I, personally, went with Bulbasaur because my primary goal was to Win The Game and not to flex.

Kanto's also great for developing basic skills for nuzlocking. Team building, knowing when to switch, resource/Power Point management, moveset scouting, etc. all go much farther than normal in Kanto thanks to the poor AI and generally weak enemy trainers.

My favorite thing about it, though, and what made it very fun and a great start is that unlike every other region you can 100% assure yourself VERY powerful encounters in the mid and late game, and I don't mean gift Pokemon. There's just so many routes where all the encounters are filler you're 100% going to have out of the way early (Ratata, pidgey, etc.) that it's a surefire thing that you WILL get a Doduo right outside Celadon, for instance. Extending this to the whole region, you can guarantee you get other extremely potent Pokemon like Slowbro, which I did.

My team in this one was a strong Water/Fire/Grass core and otherwise strong goodstufts that compliment one another well. The surprise of this run was definitely Arcanine. I remember as a kid really being underwhelmed with trying to raise a Growlithe and never really getting the hype behind Arcanine outside of a VGC setting. However, I realized as an adult that keeping it a Growlithe until level 50 for flamethrower is Stupid. I immediately evolved that sucker and taught it Dig, which has 100 base power in gen 1. Arcanine was able to coast off of Dig and Body Slam until we beat Blaine and got the Fire Blast TM. It can also learn Reflect in this gen! All in all a stellar team member whose absolutely massive stats right after obtaining at level 19 really let it shine!

I always forget just how absurd the level swing from even just Lorelei to Blue is though. Just an absolute cliff of increase. Thankfully, however, leveling up in Kanto is a non-issue, so I was able to keep pace even while abiding Hardcore Nuzlocke rules. Total Wipes - 0

CRYSTAL - My overall opinion on Johto really hasn't changed at all, lol. It's still suffers a lot from what I'll call 'Fake Nonlinearity'. Like, sure, you CAN go to a lot of places after beating Morty but like...why would you do anything but go Chuck->Jasmine->Pryce and their associated content? It's not like you can meaningfully get strong early since the entire region has a dearth of strong trainers and wild pokemon alike. It's simply not productive to do things outside of the obviously intended order, except perhaps in the context of a Nuzlocke and trying to get some encounters early.

What does give Nuzlocking this region a unique flavor is that the best pokemon in the game, Alakazam, is a 100% ensured encounter assuming you're willing to pass over the free Eevee from Bill, which you should be. For a mere 200 coins at the game corner, you can get an Abra which can immediately be taught all 3 elemental punches on the cheap and raised up. Johto Nuzlockes thus take the form more of building an ensemble cast to support your clear Main Character, rather than building a cohesive team. As a result, Steelix and Machamp greatly stood out for being so dramatically different from Alakazam that they could patch up his few deficiencies.

We faced a setback VERY late and lost our Tauros on Victory Road, leading to the emergency training of Golly the Politoed. He ended up doing almost nothing, but that's true for the entire team besides Pugilist, who swept the entire Elite 4 and Lance unassisted.

It was definitely a fun time and had a very unique flavor compared to other regions. What Johto offers it does offer uniquely, at least.

Total Wipes - 2 (Rival Fight in Azalea Town Gym Leader Morty)

EMERALD - I'm gonna be totally honest. I love Hoenn and I love Gen 3 but I had somehow never actually pushed all the way through Emerald before. I've beaten Sapphire and ORAS each several times, so there was some nice new stuff to me waiting. Emerald is the first game you can play that still feels 'Modern' even without the Phys/Special split. The gameplay design, routes, and everything else just feel much more well realized and iterated upon, which makes sense. Gen 2 was made to capitalize on the Pokemon Craze where Gen 3 was made with the idea of 'Oh, we have a long running thing on our hands.' They worked to impress!

That said, I don't have all that much to say! Emerald is a very Standard Pokemon game and I had a lot of fun with it. I did end up repeating a single pokemon on my endgame team, Gyarados, but most of the run was played without it. I simply blundered a good number of strong encounters away in the midgame and had to fall back on a Pokemon I knew would be strong and could help get me through the Elite 4 and Juan!

This team has a very funny Water/Fire/Grass/Water/Grass core and it's also the first game where I actually EV trained my team on purpose. Thanks to Gen 3's thoughtful encounter design, training up Sp. Attack, HP, Speed, and Defense are all trivial, which greatly helped out. Sunny Day on Ludicolo was specifically to counter Juan, and we NEEDED it too because we lost Gyarados to Drake and Juan got TWO FREEZES in that final battle, so I needed Ludicolo to put in extra work. All in all, this was definitely one of my weaker Final teams, but I partly blame that on my relative unfamiliarity with Emerald's mid and late game. I also simply was not using all the resources at my disposal, which would dramatically change starting with the next game. The big surprise was honestly Electrode, who was a pretty stellar and reliable teammate all through the late and endgame due to fast, strong thunderbolts and screens support.

This game had a nickname theme - Fruits.

Total Wipes - 1 (Gym Leader Brawly)

PLATINUM - If you've followed me long enough you know I've historically been very hard on Gen 4. I do not like Diamond/Pearl and have started and dropped Platinum many times. However, this run I had a genuine joy playing through. Really and truly, playing in this format with the momentum of three runs behind me energized me to see Sinnoh in a new light and I can truly appreciate the dramatic improvements Platinum makes to the region. Most importantly, I've made a new, lifelong friend.

Encountered as a Nosepass at level 14 in Mt.Coronet, Cao Cao was a true champion and help throughout the midgame and into the early late game. Stonewalling tons of trainers, enabling easy captures on lots of encounters, offering free and important switches at critical moments, and just generally being a reliable member of our core duo for most of the game with Rotom Fan...but we lost him at Iron Island in a completely optional double battle... (artist's rendition in the workbench room at my office)

To make matters worse, the teammate we went to Iron Island for, our Scyther so we could evolve her into Scizor, would also be lost shortly before the Elite 4, rendering his loss all the more painful! I knew, for him, we had to carry on and we had to win.

And win we did. My total unfamiliarity with Platinum past the first couple gyms had me doing much more planning and research out of game on upcoming trainers to help ensure a strong run. As a result we lost far less team members than in the past three runs. In particular I was really sweating the encounters with Barry, who is dramatically stronger than previous rivals. But really, we didn't have any noteworthy losses to him.

Platinum is certainly a challenging game in its back quarter but it also really squanders its otherwise quite excellent pacing in the first two thirds or so of the game. After the sixth gym the game gets really long in the tooth and I was just ready for it to be over by the end. Nonetheless, I did have quite a lot of fun and when I play Platinum again in the future I'll definitely do it as a more casual nuzlocke, for fun.

For the vast majority of this run I had a Rotom Fan, Probopass, and Scizor but they were all lost somewhat to VERY late and were replaced with the bottom row. While Whiscash and Porygon 2 stepped right up and were excellent performers, Bronzong was absolutely abysmal and did nothing but provide a single free switch against Cynthia. This run also came closest to dying, with only Crobat surviving the champion battle. (in my heart, however, any team that completes the game all get to go on and I have in fact transferred them into pokemon home, lol) Wuxuan the Crobat was basically my true starter. With me from before the first gym and all the way through to the end. A stellar pokemon. While this run endeared me to many Pokemon I hadn't used in game - or at all - before in Rapidash, Crobat, and Rotom Fan, above them all stands my new true friend, Probopass.

This run was downright cursed when it came to natures, too. Basically every single encounter had a nature that was negative on their most important stat. It was really frustrating, tbh!

This game has the second and final case of a team having a duplicate species of a previous team - Machamp This game has a nickname theme - Romance of the Three Kingdoms

Total Wipes - 0

Post will continue in a Part 2 because of the post image limit.

#Pokemon #Pokemon Red #Pokemon Crystal #Pokemon Emerald #Pokemon Platinum #Nuzlocke #Hardcore Nuzlocke

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lavenoon · 1 year

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Since I can't read yet I come here with a question instead! (And if this wasn't already planned and won't spoil anything, of course). Because I'm an absolute sap, how does the first kisses happen with each of the boys?

So, the truth is, nope no kisses were planned - because while I am absolutely a hopeless romantic, I often forget there's a part after the mutual pining. Whoops!

But our idiot trio... They grow closer and don't even really notice. Like walking a mile and just thinking about each individual step, then looking back and going "Oh"

The reveal is a midpoint for that - they grew as close as they could for the roles they occupy in each other's life, and afterwards have that relationship as solid base to build even more on top of it.

Now for the actual kisses?

It's Y/N who takes initiative in both cases - the boys are a little more aware of how down bad they are, desperately trying to flirt while a lot of it either flies over Y/N's head or they interpret it as "normal" behavior (which it is, but still, way to miss the point, dear). So the little bird is the one who has to have their "Oh." moment!

I think. Well, this is me, and on the fly adaptations are the norm, so yes.

This realization comes late (because I am a whore for mutual pining, even though it's not quite self-aware in Y/N's case), after HQ finds out that they know each other's identities.

In the end, our dear star agents are let off the hook easy, due to some combination of "Well, we kind of knew this was going to happen sooner rather than later, our mistake to not separate you immediately", Dawn being a convincing bastard along the lines of "Knowing each other's identities can be quite the advantage, actually. We can join each other's long-term missions without any risk to our civilian identity, and you know how effective we are in the field", and also some bit of plot armor, I suppose (lmao)

But I've mentioned it before - they get one "test" mission to see just how efficient their trio is, and if it's worth looking past the (unintentional) breaking of rules). I still kind of want this to happen on a cruise? For Reasons(TM)

Robin poses as a high-standing trust fund kid, a role they despise but which explains both the need for a bodyguard and why no one has actually seen them before when they introduce themself. They play the role decently well by simply channeling their snappy attitude they used to show towards Dusk back in the day (and of course, still sometimes do, but much much more affectionate these days)

Dawn is the daytime bodyguard, mostly present for the afternoon meetings and keeping Robin from just. Mauling the sleazy business people they're forced to mingle with. They get flustered more than enough, still more used to the nice neighbor, so to be out of their comfort zone within the mission and then kept off balance by their way too smooth rival/ bodyguard?

It gets worse when they just feel that twitch in their fingers, watching as illicit deals go through, and they can't do anything yet. Sun makes sure to hold them back, a firm but gentle hand on their shoulder before he takes their hand to brush over their tensed knuckles. Signals them that yes, he saw, too - and it'll be okay. They'll take care of it together as soon as they can, and there's absolutely no doubt about that in his mind. The confidence is infectious, and Robin has a small moment of realization just how much they trust and understand Sun, and how much more they want to learn - they couldn't imagine a life without him long before already, but this makes them aware of that terrible need for more, still. All this condensed in the short thought "God, I want to kiss him."

They need to process that.

Unfortunately, Dusk doesn't help. Smug as always, he's their escort for any of the evening activities, more focused on the social aspect and having fun. Some dances, smarmy cocktail parties, plays - you name it, there's something going on, and for the sake of information Robin has to attend as much as possible.

They try to interact with everyone else, but truly just cannot stand these people, and are too unused to playing nice. They regularly tap out, and just go back to their bodyguard - scary guy, really, don't they mind? "Not at all, he's a sweetheart! (:" *cut to Moon standing near the wall, glowering with thermal vision and sharp teeth, arms crossed to hide the twitching fingers* "... Right." But they go back, and notice that it's reassuring for them both. They drag him onto the dance floor at some point, missing steps and dancing out of tune, because they just get so caught up in their usual banter. One comment just nearly breaks them, and they fear they're threatening to burst their cover with how loudly they want to laugh. If only they could shut him up with a kiss -

Wait.

Again?

And thus the crisis begins. They bide their time for a day or two, just processing that yes, they're in love with their - their.

Their everything sounds so incredibly cheesy - but they are, aren't they? Neighbors, rivals, friends - they touch each other's life on all accounts.

Theirs, they settle on. That's what they want the boys to be, anyway.

They don't know when it started - they just look back, and it looks like this was always the way things would have gone. Of course they ended up here - every step only took them closer to this point.

It's time for the next one, then.

Turns out they're just a bit of a romantic sap, and they look for "good" moments. Fortunately for them, I am also a romantic sap, and will god mod their universe to fit my cheesy needs.

They get Dawn first. They have a moment to themselves, after a long afternoon of boring meetings, and Robin stays behind in the room for a moment to breathe. Dawn waits near the entrance, glaring at a few people that just carelessly shoulder check him. Lets out a noise of disgruntlement, then crosses the room to check on Robin. They assure him they're fine, they just need a moment without this stuffy atmosphere. They glance up at him - and the amount of brain cells that activate in that moment is unheard of for them.

Perfect opportunity. "Lean down", they ask him. "Your tie's messed up. Let me fix it?" And Dawn - well, he's positively surprised for sure, that's a bold step for his little thief! So he is not complaining! He obliges, so so happy and confident that they finally started making some advances! He does not expect that they are about to just skip a couple steps entirely. Tug him down by his tie, the other hand settling on his shoulder, but the kiss itself is surprisingly delicate after the startling force to get him there. They pull back after a moment, trying to assess - and Dawn is just completely stunned. Well. They were pretty sure, but... "I didn't misunderstand, right?"

That's when Dawn snaps back to reality, and just cups their face with both hands, widest grin on his face before he mimics that first kiss again and again. But it's too passive for him, and they got their human kisses, so now he's adding a good nuzzle into the mix, all while Robin starts giggling. He's a little eager, after months of pining - so the two of them may stumble into the chairs and desk behind them. The noise does startle them out of their little moment, but then Robin looks at him, and just entirely deadpan says "Don't tell Dusk. I'm going to get him."

Dawn loses it, which is saying something, and they join in immediately after. He does promise to not snitch, though.

They don't have to wait long. Another on deck cocktail party, and they end up staying late long after the staff cleaned up the last of the drinks and snacks. The night sky out at sea - that's a view even Dusk will let them stay up for. They just lean on the railing, listen to the waves crash against the ship, and crane up their necks to look at the stars. After a while Robin does feel that, so they crack it. Dusk, very much interpreting that as "that sounded bad", just immediately looks down to check on them. They blink, surprised, when he's all worried with his hands near their neck, just fluttering and checking for an injury that isn't there. Yup, they think. This idiot gets it, and now. So they cup his face, resulting in a surprised little jolt when he locks eyes with them. Idiots already getting kissed. A little more insistently than Dawn, perhaps, but also over just as quick. They pull back again, look at his stunned expression, and grin. "Yup, been wanting to do that for a while."

Dusk... Appalled. Offended. Insulted to the core. He grabs them by the lapels of their suit, dragging them forward, and just shakes them (gently). "Then why did you wait this long?" And they're just holding onto his wrists and giggling, going "But this was perfect!" "I'll give you perfect -" "Like right now?" "Right -" And he blinks at them, and yeah, actually - like right now. Some of the remaining staff do remind them they aren't alone at some point. They just kind of slink back to their room then - giggling to each other like the fools they are.

They do kind of agree to leave any further new PDA for after they return home, and somehow the pining becomes much more bearable with the thought that it's only a few more days. There's a date - and then they'll discuss going on one <3

#answer let luce #chaotikanvas #accidentally undercover #I got SO distracted I am still so distracted #I am so sorry FHDJSK #but here <3 #kisses <333 #this is 1.6K words #have fun FGHDSJ #posting this NOW before i get distracted again

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lewmagoo · 1 year

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I'm so sorry I missed the positivity night - I blame being on the opposite time zone. If it's not too late, I would love to shout out... 'One for the history books' - @pisupsala one of the first tgm series that I read and loved and go back to. I love how much attention to detail is put into the OC career and day to day job.

'Landslide' by @roosterbruiser This story moved me and I loved the way Millie touched on some really deep and challenging topics like grief, toxic relationships, and sacrifice. It really made me think hard about those things too . It is so well crafted, researched, and themed and I love the playlists that accompany the chapters and characters.

I pretty much love anything @roosterforme writes but 'A little present' and Chapter 7 of 'A love you don't find every day' absolutely take the cake for me - there is a simple line in each of these stories from Roo that lights me on fire every time I read them.

@withahappyrefrain "Full of surprises" and "Part 2" I adore (and am grateful to) Abby's commitment to the Bob fucks agenda and these are two stand out works. Also love the realistic aspects they include the in the smut scenes here and there.

@jupitercomet 'Sweeter than sugar' series and blurbs. I love how Bob's good qualities bleed out from the darker character he is in these stories.

@lewmagoo you! 'Swathed in the purple light' your story is incredible - the build up and release in this is amazing. I can feel it through the screen each time I read it and I love how understood & cared for Bobby is.

@arson-tm 'Bruised thighs/flowery sheets' similar to the story above I love the way Rhett is cared for and understood and how safe he feels to be vulnerable in this especially when he treated so poorly and ignored by so many.

@sebsxphia all of Seb's thots and one shots are incredible. Her creative mind blows me away, I definitely have to mention the Ptolemaea series which is such a creative and interesting and original intersection of characters and dark themes but I've also really been loving the latest one-shots of soft Rhett looking after a reader experiencing illness and addiction. They are both really powerful but comforting stories at the same time.

@delopsia Delgato creates and shares the most incredible gifs and themes collages and I am eternally grateful for all the Lewis Pullman character content she shares!

Thank you for hosting this. A really lovely thing to do!

i've read most of these, but there are a few i haven't! i'm adding them to my reading list now bc i know they will be fantastic

#asks #fic positivity night

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friendofthecrows · 1 year

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Hi, I hope it's okay to ask - I know very little about aspd and found your posts very educational. What I am still trying to understand is: if someone with aspd has no empathy, sympathy, compassion etc, what makes you want to (in your words) be a "functional" member of society, to not harm others even if it would benefit you? What makes interpersonal connection valuable and enjoyable for you? Sorry if this is a stupid question.

Not a stupid question at all. (And it is always ok to ask, I can always just not answer if I don't like the question <3)

Sorry for answering this late, but on the bright side I've written the Goncharov anchovy scene.

The short answer is:

About half because we're not malicious by default, and about half because it's disadvantageous to be harmful so much of the time.

More explanation:

Most of the time, since we're not really going to care too much one way or another, it's not too "out of the way" so to speak to act good. And that's even without taking into account that all the symptoms of aspd are on a spectrum. It is possible (not even that uncommon, just difficult) for people with aspd to have some people they care about, and they may want to help those people even if it isn't beneficial, or at least so they don't leave them.

Another factor is that while it's a stereotype for antisocials to always be cold and unfeeling, that's not always true. Being detached from one's emotions or having a limited emotional range is common, but so is having very volatile emotions which are unpredictable or difficult to control. We tend towards one end or another of the extremes. And also boredom is a big problem for people with aspd. There are some interesting studies on this actually, but because of a few physiological factors, our sensations (both physically and emotionally) are often dampened, and sensation-seeking and other means of staving off the Nothing TM are pretty much staple coping mechanisms. Combine that + emotions are actually possible/common and you have someone who might want to feel your praise or attention, or might find your problems interesting, or might just be desperate for something that takes them out of their routine.

Alternatively, we might want to avoid the consequences of being unhelpful, rude, or hurtful. Keep in mind that aspd is a disorder that develops in response to early but prolonged childhood trauma, often abuse. That plus how society reacts to us makes it obvious why "masking" is pretty much a constant thing for any of us who can maintain it. It has been shown to us, time and time again, that acting "like a psychopath" is going to get us punished in some way. Showing people that side is ✨Bad Decision Zone✨.

Speaking of which...

We also tend to have 1. poor impulse control and 2. really skewed risk versus return. For most of us, we mentally minimize risk. So a lot of our actual destructive and harmful behavior is legit just "I thought about this and then did it before I realized this might be the ✨Bad Decision Zone✨." Yeah, sometimes we are more traditionally scheming, but like, you actually have to be able to stick to a plan for that, and our poor impulse control makes that really hard. It happens, for sure. But if you think "gosh if they catch onto this I'm going to be hurt again" paired with "this person is pretty interesting I don't want them to leave" and "oh wait a sec: I'm going to spend the next 3-7 business weeks on a DIFFERENT bad decision" plus "holy shit...positive emotions? Those are great." You often get what appears to be ultimately harmless and often outright beneficial behavior even if it isn't helping the aspd person in question, at least not in an obvious way.

Lastly, a lot of times, these things like for example "I don't want them to leave" can turn manipulative. But not all manipulation is created equal. Sometimes it might turn into a toxic relationship, or it might just end up with them being an extra-good friend. It can go either way.

"What makes interpersonal connection valuable and enjoyable for you?" It is an entirely different question and is likely to get completely different responses from different antisocials. Even within my own system, you'll get answers ranging from "it isn't," to "well, people can be fun," to "I'm just so desperate to be liked you have no idea," to "it isn't but this ONE person..." You get the idea.

I was wrong about lastly, one final thing: Whilst people with aspd have either really low or no empathy, compassion, as in the intellectual understanding of others' pain, is possible. I've never really understood the precise meaning of sympathy so I can't comment on that one. It always just seems like compassion crossed with pity so idk? I'd actually be curious as to what people think of that one.

#aspd #cluster b #ask #thanks for the ask!#if anyone disagrees or has other things to add please do!#low key i actually *often* on purpose enter the ✨bad decision zone✨ bc it can be fun #this has had as many negative effects on my life as one would expect #don't even worry abt it...

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crystalelemental · 5 months

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Unit Viability Speculation - January 2024

YEAH, YEAR OF THE DRAGON PAID OFF! CLAIR ALT REAL!

New Years Clair Clair walks in with Drampa as a Support, because they just love spamming Support lately. Clair's base kit is interesting. 1MP TM for +2 Atk/Sp Atk and +3 crit, X Def All, Twister for flinch rate, and Dragonbreath for paralysis. Her grid gives some nice effects, including Hostile Environment, Aggravation, All Ramped Up and Berserk Bunch for team offense needs, First Aid, HP recovery when hitting a paralyzed opponent, Team Hit and Heal off her TM, and a nice team-wide 20% boost when any multiplicative field effect is active. Any. The real odd thing about Clair's kit is that her main gimmick, comparable to Phoebe's but actually good, is that she disables the foe's buffs under weather, terrain, or Zone. This fucks. Now you can waltz into a fight like Malva, and deny her the Sun boosts even without your own weather. You can choose "can't change field" as a CS condition and be fine, because she shuts down whatever the foe may try to do. And unlike Phoebe, it's for the whole team. She's not even as supremely defensive, and she has a better defensive position.

The flaws of Clair should be relatively clear though. For a bulky support, she's lopsided, focusing on physical without special defense, and having minimal ability to team heal, only getting Initial Synchro Healing, which is a garbage trait for a Support to be cursed with given you want first sync. Twister Aggravation 1 is a little insulting given how many 60% flinch rates we get on supports these days, and the All Ramped Up/Berserk Bunch boosting is going to be slow going. That said, she's built pretty well. Paralysis and physical defense traits are the ideal for Gauntlet, while her TM is fast-acting for CS and the Free Moves Next only on TMs has a lot of merit for CS rotations despite how short-lived they are in Gauntlet. She's got a decent blend of traits for both modes, but has weaknesses in each as well. There's just...one teensy tiny problem that I think severely holds her back. Dragon Weak. We desperately needed a good Dragon Support pair, and we did get it. But her weakness is her own type. This is not going to help her in High Score. If anything, this is pretty damning, and she's going to need to pray for a stage that doesn't really use Dragon damage.

New Years Wallace I can't believe they went with Blacephalon. Or that outfit. Peak. Wallace's kit operates at random. His main passive mentions random effects, but at present I don't know what they are. It's on Max Moves, which he has Ghost and Fire for, but Ghost is useless because he's specially offensive and Ghost cuts physical defense. His Buddy move is stupid, granting between 0 and 10 stacks of SMUN, with lower odds for higher values. So while it's funny, it's functionally not great. His TM is a great boost to a target's Sp Atk/crit, but comes at the cost of 1MP. The main draw of Wallace is Hoenn Analysis. He boosts special damage for Hoenn characters via the Circle effect, and unlike Nate, gets an MPR for it. Don't know why Nate didn't.

I won't belabor the point with Wallace. He's straight damage, on a Field pair with Strike Role. Overall solid, but in a type that didn't need more offense. Fire's covered forever, actually. But what I think bears noting is that Wallace...has trouble finding partners. Look at the Hoenn roster with me a moment. Who are your special attackers? Summer Tate, Wally kinda, Lisia, May, Zinniquaza, Anni May, SS Steven, Archie, SS Wally. May and Archie need Rain, so the Field from Wallace goes to waste. Lisia can't use any weather so again, complete waste. SS Wally has poor DPS so it accomplishes little. Tate only gets big damage every other turn so the Circle duration is a problem. SS Steven, Zinniquaza, and Anni May are about the only ones really benefitting, unless you want to run Solarbeam Maxie. And of them, no one aligns to his type. He doesn't have anyone in the same way Nate did. So either upcoming content is region focused rather than type focused, or they have plans for a special Fire damage dealing Hoenn pair, which is frankly the last thing we need. I feel like Wallace just fails to identify a serious niche. Among Fire types, he's fine but not great, and among Hoenn, he's not doing a ton of supportive work either.

Grusha Okay, another Support. I'll be honest, I'm not the biggest fan of Grusha. I don't dislike him, but I'm not that attached. If it had to be another gym leader, I would've liked to see Brassius. So I dunno, this feels like a pretty easy ski-IS THAT FUCKING ICE ZONE ON A SUPPORT?

Grusha is an odd mix of excellent and underwhelming. On the one hand, his base kit is kinda shit garbage. Ice Fang sucks and even his passives only bring it up to a 30% rate for either freeze or flinch. If it didn't save Wulfric, what made you think it'd save a PokeFair? Dire Hit All+ is fine I suppose. His Buddy Move is a 2-turn move that, while it blocks damage from any attack, including all damage from an AoE that would hit allies, is fairly weak and slows his pace toward sync, even if it does debuff offenses of the foe hit. His TM is the big money, setting Ice Zone and boosting all allies' defenses by +2, which is counterproductive because you want capped defenses right away but Zone stocks.

Grusha's grid, however, salvages a lot. The 5/5 is particularly nasty, bringing him up to a 50% freeze and flinch rate. 50% is the highest in the game, on par with Winter Leon, and Defense Crush gives him a lot of extra value. But 5/5 is unreasonable so what's 3/5 doing? Sync Redemption is great, giving another Ice Zone application. Team Fierce Entry 2 is ideal and caps out his most obvious partner in SS N. Built-in Vigilance is always nice. Team Sharp Entry saves a turn of buffing. Revenge Boost 9 is good gauge, and using a move under Ice Zone can recover some HP.

My overall thoughts here are "Ice Type Stays Losing." Grusha does not feel all that spectacular to me. Support with field effect is always a godsend, and Grusha does offer some nice traits. But this is a hefty loss, as far as the 5/5 grid goes. It's staggering that there's no Zone extension on him, given the two-turn move. Speaking of, a two-turn move without any ability to speed up sync cooldown is painful as well. Grusha feels, very decisively, like he exists for one person. And that person is SS N. Debuffing both offenses is only relevant to N. Exactly +2 Atk is only relevant to N. He is tailor made to be an SS N buff, but it comes a bit at the cost of being a serious benefit to anyone else. I'll grant he works out okay with other Ice types, but I'm not as impressed with him overall.

Iono Oh good, more Electric types. At least we finally get one I like. Iono's base kit is...interesting. Her initial passive is team Free Moves Next and +1 SMUN whenever she's hit, which is tremendous. On the first use of any TM, she gives the team +4 Sp Atk, and she has natural Vigilance. Her TM gives +3 crit to the team, +2 SMUN to the team, and team-wide Endurance. Potion is good for survival, Eerie Impulse is a choice, and her Buddy move is fascinating. When she has 3+ SMUN stacks, she can fire Zap Cannon, which lowers the target's Sp Def by 2, has a 50% chance to flinch, and paralyzes. What's worth nothing is that she has 414 Sp Atk at max. Iono is a support, but she is also a gun, and that comes with Tech role and Brainpower. Iono, legitimately, can sync. This is probably the first time the Tech role on a Support has been justifiable. As for her grid, 5/5 is again ridiculous, with Endure Again, +1 to both of her defenses when using Eerie Impulse, and Stupefying Strike which seems to work off Eerie Impulse for Sp Def debuffing. 3/5 gets Triage Tank 9, Team Smart Start, Eerie Impulse Brain Gain, double Potion MPR, +2 Sp Atk for the team on first trainer move to cap Sp Atk/crit in one action eat shit NC Blue you're not special.

Iono's problems are also notable. Despite needing to take repeated hits and having the Potion as backup, Iono lacks any serious defensive backbone without 4/5, which is a tall order. Her debuffs are also single-target, as is her paralysis via Zap Cannon, so most supportive effects are...bad? Like she doesn't actually accomplish much beyond her quick buffing via TM, and the consistent SMUN stacks. Which are nice, don't get me wrong, but she's not exactly winning awards here. I think Iono is set to be good, but not exceptional. 5/5 will likely have a lot of solo potential in Gauntlet with the boosting defenses and all that, but I don't think Iono's set to take the world by storm. Especially with NC Blue around.

Katherine (Furisode Girl) I can't believe they got the other wrong pick. Where is Blossom? To keep this quick, I think Serebii fucked up, because they list her as being able to EX and having Tech/Strike as a Role combo, which feels like WAY too much for a free pair. Absol's page doesn't list this, so I'm assuming it's an error. Thank god, I wasn't ready for the world where Valerie gets 100% upstaged by her underling. That said, Katherine's got merit. Sweet Scent actually allows her to AoE debuff evasion for her sync nuke, so she can rely entirely on the support for her offensive needs. Charm is a reasonably useful trait to have for Gauntlet too; plenty of physical exclusive stages that are best answered by pressuring Atk. She actually turned out halfway decent, and Fairy is a type in pain, so not bad. Natural Pecking Order helps a lot too.

Lodge Volkner Then there's this clown. To keep this quick, I don't respect Volkner and I'm not about to start. Hem In 9 lowers evasion of the enemy and he at least has AoE on Discharge. Slippery 1 boosts his own evasion each action so that's something. He can't be paralyzed himself. Dire Hit+ separate from a 1MP TM that gives +4 Sp Atk so sure. Surf as secondary DPS for some reason. His sync multipliers are Double Down 3 and Double Down 5. He has Unfortuitous. He's Electric type. Hau is still better. Moving on.

Acerola She got EX! A less useful application there never shall be. Acerola can't nuke for beans, she exists as a flinch bot with Sandstorm when you really need to.

Sygna Suit Cynthia Like, the original one with Kommo-o. Yeah, we're actually doing it! 3/5 and 5/5 both! I'll start with the easy one: 5/5 is not really valuable. HE2 is nice but unnecessary, so the only truly excellent trait is Shocked Hit Freebie 9, which is bonkers. The 3/5 grid, comparatively, is excellent. Brainpower and Furious Brain are excellent, Sharp Entry 2 means her 1MP trainer move gets max crit and can be used for her fast ramp with natural Head Start 1. Ramp Up on X Atk is something for Gauntlet, if you need it, but otherwise an easy skip. Similar to Lance, this is a pretty pure upgrade, that isn't reliant on 5/5 to actually buff yourself. I like it.

Lucas Lucas, unlike Cynthia, is kind of a joke. The only thing he gained that matters is Dragon Zone extension. Everything else is hysterically unimportant. Satisfied Snicker confounds me.

Sygna Suit Leon Also surprisingly tame for a guy who needed a lot. Max Countdown is nice for the Max Move, but I do feel it's underwhelming as a 5/5 trait. Hitting all stats for -1 on Max Move is cute but trust me, that is not Winter Viola's best trait, so I don't respect it. SMUN each trainer move is nice for a guy who is 75% trainer move. I think it aligns to his burst nature after the foe syncs. But it's not a huge saving grace. I'm just saying, Gloria got Defense Crush and a rebuff.

Leon EX Role is support. While some will argue for Tech for the damage, I think this is an absolute win. Leon's focus is DPS, he doesn't care about his sync damage, it's bad anyway. And with three flavors of DPS, a Field role wasn't going to be great for him anyway. I think Support is ideal, helping with his shit bulk and giving him power where it's needed. It's not great, but like most of these older Master Fairs, nothing was going to be.

Aura Cynthia SPRINT ROLE ACTIVATE! YOU CAN ALL SHUT UP ABOUT HER NOT HAVING ZONE EXTENSION, REDDIT.

SST Red Personally I liked it better when Absol forgot to put him in the document and it looked like they just outright didn't give him one. He doesn't deserve it. Nor does he need it. But, he did get Field. While everyone was clamoring Strike, I alone on Reddit seems to be wise to the fact that Field is optimal. He lives and breathes his buddy move, guys, of course the added application and duration is ideal for him. And the added bulk makes his Gauntlet solo career that much easier. This was such an obvious pick.

Is...is there no general pool grid expansion? I get that we did three PokeFairs but what the fuck do you mean there's no general pool expansion? That's the entire benefit of Masters Day anymore, you can't make this "celebration" any shittier without killing it entirely.

#pokemon masters #unit viability speculation

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class-1b-headcanons · 1 year

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Do you have any autistic Kaibara headcanons, him and Ojiro are my comfort characters and I am going through a {Bad-Time}tm right now :(

aw anon sorry you're having it rough rn. as someone who is shaking your hand, hopefully everything will be alright and i believe in u ok!! <3 i hope you can feel better soon.

ended up checking this blog by chance (woah. its been so long) and its a bit late but I made this list for u (sorry if its unrefined or kinda silly! not as into the series as i used to be)

-Stims with his quirk a lot, of course. sometimes he overdoes it but usually he's fine

-When he gets excited he doesn't always really show it on his face, but you can tell from the way he easily slips into spinning his hands/fingers or is eager to participate

-Side effect of his quirk is that he has sensitive skin, so he can get overstimulated by touch reaaally easily. This doesn't really stop him from being affectionate with his friends, but he does reach a limit pretty fast

-He has a hard time looking at people's faces in person and taking pictures helps him recognize people better. Also, it's just nice to have fun memories of his friends and loved ones

-Was so bummed that he got in the zone while fighting Ojiro and was interrupted by someone else. He gets it but he was so focused and his mood really fell after that

-I don't actually know if he could hear Vlad King's commentary while he was in the mock jail, but if he did it really helped

-The jacket part of his hero costume is weighted a bit. Not super practical, but it helps him relax

-He's honestly not a huuuge fan of the part of his hero costume around his neck because of the way it feels, but it's a form of protection. He'd readily accept a good alternative

-Sparring/physically fighting/training is a really good outlet for him and he uses it to calm down a lot

not sure if this is what you were looking for but i hope its ok!

#bnha #boku no hero academia #sen kaibara #kaibara sen #class 1b #mha #my hero academia #asks #anonymous #mod shihai #kinda wish there was a way to ping anon so theyd b able to see this easier rip #sending u good vibes and wishes anon

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idk if england had rabies back then? they apparently don't now - a few countries are actually technically rabies free, and australia never had rabies to begin with. the more you know

God I FULLY forgot about the whole "rabies free zones" thing, even though eg my service dog could not move with me to some of these countries because of that.

Wild to me that Australia is a rabies free zone when... isn't that where lyssaviruses are from?

You ever think I have the weirdest swiss cheese patchwork of knowledge?

That said, rabies definitely existed in the the UK in the late 1800s, because there was like a whole huge Thing(tm) in Ireland about it. I think they were one of the first places to be rabies free. Wikipedia says they were declared such in 1903.

So I think... maybe bats just.... weren't a major rabies vector there?

Fuckign insane.

#asks #ask answers #all-women-kick-ass

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hua-fei-hua · 1 year

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Hi Huaaaaaaa I'm in your askbox :3

10, 19, 23, 45 for the Fanfiction Questions, I simply must know

hiii naviiiiii we are hanging out on my blog :33

totally forgot i rb'd those things hehe but anyway~

10. Is there a fandom you read fic from but don’t write in?

at first glance, my thought was no, bc i don't really fandom-ize every bit of media i absorb, just a few special ones (i can be normal about things!! for real (not clickbait)!!!)

that said, there are a few fandoms i've read fic for that i've never written for! going all the way back to my roots, i read so much mlp fic, n although i technically wanted to write mlp fic back in the day (n have like. two paragraphs of an ancient pitch rotting in my gdocs), i never really committed to it.

nat made me read some pokespe fics too back in the day, so i've read a couple of those too despite never really reading a ton of the manga. one pokespe author also recommended some kingdom hearts fic that i ended up reading, despite having never played kh or knowing anything about it really!

i also used to read a lot of miraculous ladybug fic (once in a blue moon i'll also get update emails for some of them c':), n although i had some ideas for mlb fic, i never wrote any of them.

i think the most recent fandoms i've read but never written for have been the adventure zone (balance), since i'd read taz fic as it crossed my dash after i listened to the podcast, and princess tutu, bc i had a mutual who got into it, so i started w/their fic after i watched the anime, then poked around the archive a bit hehe

19. Is there a ship which you wished you could get behind, but you just don’t feel them?

hmmm i'm honestly kind of a "once a hater, always a hater" kind of person, so it's kind of hard for me to think of a ship that i see around, know the basic appeal of, but don't really Understand in a way that makes me more proactive or picky w/seeing them portrayed.

that said, i would love to read some kokosara meta that elaborates on how a relationship btwn them would further kokomi's character, why sara is the only character who would be able to push her in that particular direction

23. Name a fic you’ve written that you’re especially fond of & explain why you like it.

oooo that's tough, since i'm very fond of p much all my fics for various different reasons, even if i don't think their writing is particularly up to my standards anymore.

like, even tho jjk was technically a while ago for me now, i'm still obsessed w/the idea of a constellation au (zenith); and the diner at the end of the night is still easily one of the most well-written high-energy comedies i've ever pulled off.

it's also really hard to pick out of my genshin fics which one holds the most specialest place in my heart bc most of them hold niches in my heart!!!

typically, though, i pick disjunct bc during the writing process, it was the first time where i really felt allowed to give a character Mixed Race Struggles(tm) wholesale w/o feeling like i was just making them mixed for the sake of it. i'm also really happy with the way it ended up resonating w/people on a core level, and the experience of artist-viewer connection n just having an Art Moment(tm) that resulted!!

45. What is your all time favourite fanfic?

i used to say A Miscellaneous Tale of Night and Day, which is The 200k word pokespe fic nat made me read when we were in high school that hasn't updated since 2012 that has effectively inoculated me against "abandoned fanfiction sadness", and the plot n premise are still a ton of fun, but i've been rereading it a bit as of late, and you can feel the early 2010s casual transphobia and misogyny in it lol. i'd say that it helped shape my comedic tastes/ability to just write self-indulgently, so for that, i'd categorize it under "influential fics"

honestly my favorite fics tend to be long multichapters, but there are honestly so few that line up with my tastes and have an ending in genshin, n i didn't read enough in jjk to have any longfics to really be fondly subscribed to. thinking about it, i genuinely think my fave fics are just the ones nat n i make up together over discord until five in the morning LMAO

in terms of fics that exist(ed, at least at one point), i'd say the now-deleted snk fic tower of babel would probably qualify as one of my all-time faves, n i can say that's not just the nostalgia glasses bc i do still have a copy on my hard drive lol. the premise is that five girls, each hiding their own secrets from each other or the world, end up renting one apartment together, n they learn to trust each other enough to communicate n rely on one another. there's also a bit of romance happening in the bg, but it's not the biggest aspect of the fic, n i really liked that!!! also the way it dropped the title in the end, basically stating its main theme as "it's a lot easier to fix your problems if you communicate abt it" CHANGED MY LIFE the first time i read it lol

ANYWAY YEAH that's all of them hehe thanks for the ask~

fanfiction questions

#asks #kanonavi #long post #bc i do not shut up <3 very real of me #ask game #interestingly enough in genshin i'm pretty lukewarm on any ships that didn't already exist when i got into the game #i really do just pick one ship n then cling to it for years every time i'm in a fandom #so i'm kind of perpetually in the mond/liyue sphere of characters lol #although i am v fond of the inazuma cast!!! wish mhy did smth with them #although i do like ships in sumeru n stuff i've never rlly sat down n thought abt them too much w/nat #though we should rlly return to that one red string of fate au we started planning when we first got into the game #that's meant to span the ENTIRE PLOT of genshin so we have to put it down every so often for game plot to progress #bc in planning that we get to hash out our ideal character dynamics across large casts n that rllly rlly helps w/getting into ships n stuff

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I know it's been forever since I've said anything about the Evil History Teacher (EHT) TM but I have an update to the EHT saga, if you will. It's a bit lengthy because context is desperately needed, but anyway:

Alright. So my old middle school has a poetry café for the 5th graders and I like the fifth graders because they don't bully me so I went to one of the cafés. There's a 9:30-10:30am one(the one my friend and I went to) and a 12:00-2:00pm one(the one we didn't go to but wanted to go to). The first one was good because we got cookies.

I digress. We went on our lunch break and before we went to see if we could go to the other café, I had to talk to my EHT about my grade since she marked me as a 50%(an F on my grading system) and late for an assignment I was absent for. She fixed it, thankfully, and we moved on. Unfortunately, we couldn't go to the other café.

While we were down there, however, I realized we forgot to get a pass and, while our ELA teacher loves me, we still need a pass since the tardy bell had already rang. I suggested we swing by our EHT's classroom to get a pass since she was closer. I wish I kept going to be honest.

QUICK SIDENOTE: I have really bad authority issues, okay? It's a whole thing. Anytime anyone with even slightly more power than me shows any sign of anger of disappointment toward me I start crying.

I digress. We go in, she's barely even started her class, mind you, and I politely ask her if she can write us a pass since we forgot to get one at the café. She says whatever and starts writing it, but stops and looks up at me and my friend, asking why we didn't get one down there even though I just told her we forgot.

My friend just left cause she was not about to deal with the EHT's bullshit, but I stayed since I had to get the pass. She then said that I was FORCING HER TO WRITE ME A PASS and PUTTING HER IN A POSITION WHERE SHE FELT LIKE SHE HAD TO WRITE A PASS AND THAT SHE WAS "UNCOMFORTABLE". She also said I was disrupting her class time. I wanted to say she was disrupting her own class time, but as previously mentioned, I probably would've actually cried. I didn't, but I almost did. She finished her rant and I just zoned out, went to English and finished my school day. Oh yeah, and she wrote a note on the back of the pass saying we LIED TO HER.

TL;DR If my EHT died, I'd go to the funeral to laugh.

#evil history teacher saga #storytime w/ luke #fuck her #I WILL be bringing this up with my principal when we get back from spring break #anyways #ilysm <3

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leatherbookmarking · 4 years

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Some thoughts and a fic idea, because of course, about one Meng Yao, relatively unrelated to my previous ones, pleasantly semi-related to the topic of my thesis (once I get into something, it becomes the very air I breathe):

A nice chunk of the motives and problems cql/mdzs talks about is how easy it is to take a person, take some events, and twist them to your own liking, and how, with enough people, it’s enough to ruin someone, point at them and say “this is the fucking satan, lock them up”. And suddenly everything they do becomes evil. They blinked? They did it evilly. Did they help someone? Must have been planned, to get their gratitude and use it in the future.

This just so happens to be the exact problem with dokufu (literally poison women, guys! so subtle), a theme of criminal biography in 19th century Japan, and specifically a certain Takahashi Oden, who, well, killed a man and was sentenced to death for it, as you do. The morning after, newspapers started releasing their own versions of her biography, each claiming theirs is the most hashtag real. The most popular of such biographies has a surprising amount of details, both in descriptions of interiors and Takahashi’s facourite pasttimes as a child; the author also notes that he is but a journalist! and never wastes a chance to bring up how much research he’s done. But at the same time, look at the explanations for the girl’s evildoing: it was because she was Oden, because she was evil by nature, because she was a daughter of a gambler.

Does it ring a bell, everyone!!

And YES I have thought about doing* this concept wrt: Wei Wuxian, how could I not, but the thing is that... he comes back, magically. He gets to fix his fucked up opinion, of course not in everyone’s eyes, because Sect Leader Yao will be Sect Leader Yao, but the people that matters know, the future generations will know, that’s all that matters.

* as if im ever going to get it done! nice laugh we’ve had

Jiggy, though -- the thing with Jiggy is that he did, actually, do the thing. (I mean in the novel, Wei Wuxian also very much did the thing, but this is a cql only city, welp) I kind of doubt anyone would want him back alive in practice. So he’s not fixing anything, because there’s nothing to fix! He is an actual villain!

But to what extent?

I’ve lost this post and I’m going back to despairing about it as soon as I finish writing this one, BUT there was a post that was like, hey, nmj, maybe don’t go accusing jiggy of sneakily breathing and FEIGNING INNOCENCE when CARRYING WATER, it was your horny ass that forgot your brain in the car, and like, nmj’s horny ass aside (for now, but never in my heart), yeah!!! Let me see it!!! Your girl Oden murdered one man, what difference does it make if we write that she helped her husband leave this world as well? She’s already evil and also dead, what is she gonna do, haunt us?

(hm.)

There was another post that showed Jiggy committed... basically every sin there was to commit, look at this efficient dude -- surely someone like this was a monster, huh? Someone who does all that isn’t a person. He did it everything on purpose, with full awareness of his own cruelty, twirling maybe not his mustache, but maybe, idk, well he DEFINITELY twirled something, he was a villain. Chuckling evilly over his tongue tea with his (villainous) bro Xue Yang.

(I am SO !!!!!!!! about this relationship that I already have an annoyingly cute backstory for them in my modern au that will most probably never see the light of day hoooooo man am I spiralling)

But like, we are not Sect Leader Yao or teenagers on twitter. (this is a fascinating combination.) We know that no one is truly evil. So give me a jgy who cared more about the rabbits in Gusu than about his shitty father, but genuinely loved Qin Su. Or, if not -- Qin Su is whatever, whoops, a sister, well, life throws you a curveball sometimes -- but Jin Rusong is something else. He’s his boy. Give me a father who’s ordered his six-years old boy to be murdered. Fuck, give me the nut who killed the man who used to be his friend, g i v e me the fucking madlad who held his brother as he was dying.

Like. At what point do you think Meng Yao sat up in the middle of the night with a thunderclap of realization that he’s gone far enough that there’s no turning back? Was there even a turning back in the first place? How many times had he thought “maybe I should have trusted someone with this”, and with what emotion?

I would like (to write, but mostly think about) a series of The True History Of Jin Guangyao, The Living Demon, each truer than the others, describing in great detail how rotten to the core my dude was, cheerfully incestuous every day on a different surface!, scaring children!, in possession of an aura that made animals distrust him and and rice grow moldy!... All the writers 100% convicted they cracked it, it being the mechanisms of Jin Guangyao’s mind, his motivations as he evilly pretended to be a poor misunderstood son of a whore so the great Nie Mingjue takes pity on him. I want all the bored disciples to like, go all out with that shit.

And I want Lan Xichen to finish his seclusion and tentatively leave his seclusion hut or whatever, only to find out, and wish to immediately go back in. Or! Lan Xichen with his own brush, catching himself almost chewing on it like a junior disciple, because the more he thinks about it, the less things he’s absolutely certain about are there. And there’s no one he can ask.

Or is there?

#tl;dr i have officially lost my mind and it's not even for the villain i thought i would lose my mind for #i mean xy is a delight but i can't even pinpoint a moment in which i went from 'jiggy cool' to 'i am going to think about him all day'#important note: no matter how this post sounds like i am in not an asshole.. i just... like... to make words Go #thinky thots #finally a post worth the tag #or is it? i don't know it's late and i was in the Zone ^TM. as far as i know i might have written it half in polish #re: the last one: apparently both nmj and jgy were somehow sealed/exorcised/etc but ghost nmj and ghost jgy are like... the best? sorry #shut up shrimp

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aetheternity · 3 years

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Hard Pass P3 (Levi X Reader)

Synopsis: Levi is forced out of his comfy dorm room and in a strange twist of events right into your arms at a college party.

Levi was relieved for the silence as he clicked away at his keyboard. Mike had gone to his only late class of the entire week. Which meant Levi could actually study in his room.

The scent of tea and the small aroma diffuser on his desk as well as the open window in front of him welcomed a nice calming smell that was normally masked by Mike's gym bags and sweaty clothes. Which reminded Levi of the laundry he would have to do soon.

He pressed his tea cup to his lips feeling a twinge of irritation as he was interrupted by two knocks on the door. He looked down at the time. 6:15. A little too early for Mike to be back complaining that he'd forgotten his keys.

Then it was probably one of his girls complaining that she'd left her shit in the room. If Levi had a dollar for the amount of times that had happened he could pay for a new roommate.

The next couple knocks were a bit louder. "Levi? It's Y/N.."

Y/N?!

His face practically exploded. He stood far too fast because just as quickly he was flopping over his stupid desk chair and hitting the floor with a hard thud. He gasped audibly tugging at his knee and gritting his teeth.

"Levi? Are you ok?" Came her voice again.

He pulled himself up with a huff and staggered over to the door. Unsurprisingly he had to limp. With a quick turn of the lock he yanked open the door right into his forehead. God fucking dammit.

He groaned in a mix of fury and disgust partially because he'd idiotically stood so close when opening the door and partially because he hated the stupid inanimate object.

"Oh my god! Are you ok?" Y/N gasped, squeezing herself inside and shutting the door behind her. "Let me see? Did you hit your eye?" She asked

Her fingers were so delicate as she brushed aside his hands. So close.. Her thumb traced the already appearing red spot on his forehead. Soo close.. She brushed his hair to the side cupping his cheeks to gently reposition his head towards the light. Close....

She breathed out a little chuckle. "It's probably gonna bruise."

Levi barely registered her words. Occupied with her beautiful eyes illuminating moonlight and the dim lights in his room. His lips parted ever so slightly. When her hands fell away he gulped and jerked his head back. Trying to find literally anything to take the edge off.

"I'll.. go find you an ice pack, ok?" Y/N began already heading for the door.

"K-knee.." Levi tried and mentally cursed himself.

"Huh?" She asked, turning back.

"M-my.. t-two please.."

Her smile was gentle, "Two ice packs. Got it." And with a little wave she was out the door. Her lingering touch still causing heat to pool in Levi's chest.

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"Aww sweetie, are you sure you're ok?"

He was not. Definitely not. One of her hands was on his uninjured knee and the other was brushing his hair away from the ice pack. He didn't even know if he'd breathed in the last 20 minutes. His brain echoing the word sweetie.

The two of you had been sat on his bed as he uncomfortably laid his head back on the wall. Trying and failing to not fixate on your touch. Every brush of your fingertips was downright intoxicating.

"You look kinda red. Do you wanna try seeing a doctor or something?"

"N-no.." It was barely audible but he knew she heard when she nodded.

If there was a hole nearby he would crawl into it and never come out. Though he also didn't wanna move as the fear of making this situation worse for himself stayed ever present.

"Let me see?" He partially removed the ice pack from his forehead, spine tingling over the way she sucked in a breath. "You should be more careful."

Levi didn't answer. Just squeezed his legs closer together and sighed. In all the time he'd been in this room he'd never hit himself in the face with the door. Just what kind of power did this girl have over him.

"I know because my little cousin has done stuff like this but you should put some cream on the bump so that it doesn't get redder and it'll go down faster."

Little cousin? That wasn't a fair comparison. Little kids do stupid things cause they're kids. Did she think about him that way? Uggghhhh.

He was yanked from his thoughts by her hand coming down to squeeze his. "Are you positive you're ok? Do you need anything else?"

"I-I'm fine.."

Just as Levi said that his attention was brought to the door. Mike had barely stepped into the room and he was already grinning like a fucking idiot.

"Well, hello." He greeted, stepping closer. "Levi, you didn't tell me you were inviting anyone over. Especially not a pretty girl."

Y/N's chuckle was nervous, "Hello, you must be Levi's roommate." She stuck her hand out which Mike immediately took placing one hand on top of their joined hands.

"And you must be Y/N." He said "I've heard so much about you."

His teasing was met with a glare that could slice concrete. If Levi had known Mike was gonna come straight back to the room he definitely would've gotten rid of Y/N sooner.

"Oh? Really?" Y/N turned to look at Levi behind her. "You told him about me?" It was a split second thing but Levi could've sworn her features softened.

"Oh, no I meant Hange." Mike replied

"Oh."

Oh? Was she disappointed? It sounded disappointed? Did she want Levi to talk about her?

"But at no point did Hange tell me you were this pretty. Neither did Levi honestly, I'm kinda disappointed."

Alright that's enough of that. Levi stood. Placing the ice packs on his bed.

"You should probably leave." He gritted his teeth at how harshly it came out.

Now Mike was letting go of Y/N's hand. "Oh wait! I came to get my phone. Hange said you had it."

Levi blinked. He'd almost forgotten about that. It had been sitting on his desk since yesterday. His knee was screeching in absolute horror as he staggered his way over to his desk.

"What the hell happened to you?" Mike asked, clearly trying to hold back a snicker.

"Aw, it was an accident. I scared him."

Levi returned with the phone shooting daggers into Mike who pretended not to notice.

"Thank you." She breathed a sigh of relief.

"Y-yeah.."

"Did you put your number into it?"

Levi's face perked up a little. "Yes."

"Ok, then I'll text you later." She assured, brushing her finger tips over his forehead once again. "Goodnight boys." And with those last words she took off.

"Faking an injury?! I didn't think you had it in you!" Mike celebrated as soon as she was gone.

"Dickhead." Levi scoffed.

"Hey, is that any way to talk to the best friend who just confirmed your biggest fear moot?" Mike plopped down on his bed with a playful huff.

Levi flopped down into his desk chair, staring up at the ceiling. "One you're definitely not my best friend especially after that shit. And two I'm not you I don't fake shit to get girls."

"That would totally be hurtful if it wasn't true." Mike shrugged "I meant the fact that she doesn't have a boyfriend."

Levi practically flipped himself out of his chair. "How do you assume that."

"Simple. Hange told me about her ex boyfriend. By the way it was probably that guy that took her from the library that day. And Hange says that a lot of guys find Y/N attractive. Because of this her ex got too overprotective and they broke up. But he had no reason to be because Y/N would always tell people she had a boyfriend or at least around Hange she did."

Levi stared at his barely drunk tea. The liquid probably cold after being left on the table so long. So she had dated that guy.. He had been so tall and pretty muscular looking, was that her type? She didn't seem like she was going to get back together with him.. but he was still around.

"All I'm saying is she seems loyal. You better snatch her up before someone else does or she gets back together with her ex."

His attention was drawn away by his phone softly buzzing on his table. He pressed the on button, swiping his pin and clicking the notification as it popped up.

Hey Levi, it's Y/N.

Listen ik you said you're ok but I bought you some cream just in case. I'll bring it to you tm ;)

His heart fluttered and ached remembering her touch and her kind words. If he didn't full blown know Mike was staring at him he would probably hug his phone.

~~~~

Too much time had passed and suddenly the whole school was on break. Levi had been dreading this. Not because he was a workaholic like Mike claimed but because he knew Hange was gonna drag him away and make him vacation.

And no form of vacation could possibly be more relaxing for him than curling up in bed with some books, doing some casual cleaning, and drinking tea with light music playing at all times. Mike was definitely going home during this time so it'd be the perfect way to spend his break.

But Hange's family owned a couple lodges and that meant another year of begging for Levi to come ski and freeze his fingers and toes off.

"Come on, Levi!"

"Absolutely not."

"Erwin!" Hange called to him where he sat on Levi's bed, scrolling through his phone.

"You knew he was going to say no." Erwin replied

"Which is why I brought you to help me make my case." Hange complained

"You clearly made an error in judgment then." Erwin retorted

Mike laughed from where he was laying on his own bed. "Might as well give it up Hange, Levi is just too stubborn about this. We all know he wants to be close to all my junk while I'm gone cause he'll miss me."

"I wouldn't hesitate to tell your stalker where you're going over break." Levi spat

"She'll figure it out anyway. She's a high class stalker. And I'm not her first." The room fell in uncomfortable silence but Mike just leaned back giving his full attention to his phone screen.

"That disturbing remark aside.." Erwin began shaking his head. "I'm going."

"And that's supposed to change my mind? How'd Hange force you into it?"

"It may stun you but I chose to go through with this all on my own. There are studies that claim it's good for the mind to get away from normality during breaks or away from your comfort zone to properly clear your mind. It'll also help you make less mistakes when classes resume."

Hange smiled, "Yes, that's exactly what I was thinking."

Levi rolled his eyes. "If I go you can't beg me next year." Hange's loud shrill screeching made Levi's heart drop out of his ass.

"Finally!!" Hange screamed in excitement as she wrapped her arms around Levi's neck.

"Get off already! You're such a pest!"

And that was how Levi ended up on a train for almost three long hours with Hange blabbering on about nothing and Erwin sat in the seat across from the two of them listening to podcasts while staring out the window of his own very sad music video.

And all of the crap Erwin had spewed about getting away being more relaxing proved to be completely from the ass as Levi shivered along wrapped in two scarves, a pair of gloves, his long green coat that fell around his ankles and a winter hat plopped over his ears.

"Walk faster Levi! Is that the best your little legs can do?!" Hange called, somehow racing her way up the slope with three bags. One that wasn't even hers

Levi grunted in irritation. Not only were they walking up a hill but it was covered in snow so deep that every step felt like he was falling.

"Do you need help?" Erwin asked, not waiting for Levi to respond as he hoisted the overnight bag off his shoulders.

Levi just huffed. "I swear Hange was made in a lab."

"As possible as that is, Hange was basically raised in the snow so this is the equivalent of dust for her." Erwin replied as the two of them trudged along.

"Her parents own multiple ski lodges why the hell did we go to the one up a fucking hill."

"The other closest one was more than 6 hours away. Did you really wanna be stuck on a train with Hange for more than 6 hours?"

Levi just groaned as they finally walked through the surprisingly big doors of the huge ski lodge. Hange raced over to the front desk as Erwin slipped onto the lobby couch, followed by Levi who was still kicking snow off his boots and his second bag.

"What's in that bag?" Erwin questioned, nodding to the luggage Levi had yanked over his lap.

He exhaled loudly giving the bag a couple soft pats. "Clothes, extra boots, extra gloves, two bottles of cleaner and a small box of tea as well as some light reading material."

"When are you gonna have time to read? We're going to be skiing most of the time we're here."

"If you think I'm getting on a ski lift you have less working brain cells than Hange."

Erwin smirked with a roll of his eyes, "Alrighty then, what's in this bag."

"All of the shit that didn't fit in this bag, toothpaste, toothbrush, cologne, extra pairs of underwear-"

"Woah, Levi you can't just talk about your underwear in a public space." Erwin chuckled at his own joke.

Levi rolled his eyes, "It's bad for your health to hang around Mike as often as you do."

"How is it you're not dead yet then?" Erwin retorted

Hange had been chatting up the receptionist for almost 15 minutes, bouncing up and down in front of the desk and indulging him in the stories of their travel up here. The man just gave her a sheepish grin and honestly Levi felt a little bad for the man but a little less when he thought about how it wasn't his problem anymore.

Moblit.. his name tag read. Somehow Hange's mannerism seemed more crazed with him if that was even possible.

"Yeah.. it has been so long." He heard the man say. You got.. taller..

"We're never getting out of this lobby are we?" Erwin sighed as the two continued to chatter on. Levi and Erwin stared as Hange continued on about her car with a surprising amount of engagement from the other party. "You know they kind of remind me of you and-"

"Hey, Hange!" Erwin cut himself off as a brown haired girl that Levi instantly recognized hopped down each step, a bald boy following her. And Levi believed he remembered them from Y/N's stories as Connie and Sasha who he remembered from the party.

"Hange, what're you doing here?" He asked as the brown haired girl gave her a hug.

"My family owns the lodge so I brought Erwin and Levi for the break!" Hange said, pulling Connie into side hug that he immediately reciprocated.

"Oh god! Why didn't you tell me your plans for break? Jean would've driven all of us up here and you wouldn't have had to waste gas."

Hange just shook her head. "It's quite alright I was already out of gas so we just took the train up here."

"You didn't put gas in your car again?" Connie asked

"Wait, if you guys came then does that mean Y/N is here?" Hange asked completely dodging Connie's question.

At her name Levi bounced out of his seat. Almost launching himself into the spot next to Erwin. Pulling his hat over his eyes and sliding his back as far into the chair as he could.

"What's up with you?" Erwin questioned

"I embarrassed myself last time I was with Y/N.."

"What? Didn't she buy you cream like a month ago?"

"Y-yeah." Levi shimmied his feet together as he slid further down in his seat.

Erwin's chuckle next to him made him grimace. "I know you don't really get it Levi. But uh, making an ass out of yourself in front of your crush is the first real hurdle to knowing you've got it bad."

"Shut up.."

"It could've been worse.. You could've accidentally injured her. Or got caught by the loud mouth in your class while writing her first name and your last name in a notebook."

"Sounds like a personal story.." Levi replied, inching the hat off his eyes to look up at Erwin.

Erwin scoffed, "Point is it happens." He said with a roll of his eyes.

Levi let out a little snicker that instantly got caught in his throat. It had never occurred to him that he'd actually paid attention to the romance movies he'd seen a hundred times with his mother. But now that Y/N was walking down the stairs it was like a scene from all of those movies combined.

Her smile just as warm as always. Turtleneck sweater hugging her features along with dark blue jeans and brown boots. Each step felt slower than the last as if everything in this particular room had been put on the slowest speed imaginable.

The butterflies in his stomach swarmed like they were all chasing after one specific thing. Everytime she appeared somehow it was different.

"We're still going skiing today right?" Connie questioned as Y/N stopped on the last stair.

"If Jean's up to it sure." She replied, her cheeks flushed like she'd just walked in from outside.

"Well this is gonna be a fun weekend." Erwin said but Levi didn't even register his words. His heart stammering in his chest. "Go make a fool out of yourself." Erwin nudged

"Hey Jean! Come on!" Connie said

"Yeah, Jean I'm hungry!" Called Sasha

Levi's heart stopped, his chest crumbling in on itself. The same guy from before.. just as soon a loud crash sounded and everyone turned all at once.

"Oh god are you ok?!" Y/N was the first person by Hange's side followed by Moblit from behind the counter.

Hange let out a laugh, wincing as she pulled herself up with Moblit and Y'N's help.

"I'll be ok. Just took a little spill." She continued to laugh.

Erwin was soon standing by her side. "Are you sure, you're alright? Your face is super red.."

A momentary lapse in Hange's facial features made Erwin step back a little. "Shut up Erwin." She huffed

"You fell on your side. You should rest a little bit." Moblit said, coming closer. "Just.. in case."

"Ok.." Hange replied

Y/N seemed to relax at this information. Her gaze immediately falling on Levi surprisingly. He really hoped he didn't outwardly wince.

"Hi, Levi." She spoke plainly giving Erwin a small greeting as well before her, Connie, Sasha, and Jean were leaving the lobby.

Hange and Erwin unsurprisingly crowded into Levi's room about five minutes after the whole ordeal. But Levi couldn't even bring himself to wipe one thing down like he'd wanted to. He just laid still on the bed, eyes planted to the ceiling.

Surprisingly Hange had also stayed silent. Her eyes shut where she laid next to Levi.

"I can't believe you broke the handle on my luggage Hange." Erwin called still sat on the floor holding his luggage in one hand and the handle in the other. Pressing the broken part of the handle to his bag as if it'd be that simple to fix.

"Now what am I supposed to do?"

"It broke my fall Erwin. Be grateful."

"For what exactly?"

"I don't know!"

Levi blinked, his gaze falling on Hange for the first time since she took that spill in the lobby. Her hands were crossed over her stomach, thumbs rubbing the spot where she fell.

"Are you alright or not?" Levi questioned

"I'm fine."

"Ok, I know why Levi's upset but why're you?" Erwin chimed up

"What's Levi upset about?"

"What else? Y/N."

"Uggggghhh Levvviiiii why don't you just ask her out already?" Hange said

Levi sat up on the bed pulling his feet into his chest. Shoes long gone, pushed up against the wall as soon as they'd walked into the room.

"I'm not talking about this shit anymore this week."

"Levi, if we're staying here all of this week and next then chances are she's also staying here all week and next. Which means somewhere in here is a perfect opportunity to-"

"Get in her bed." Hange interrupted

"Or something less crass." Erwin suggested "You did pack condoms in your emergency undies bag right?"

"Did you pack a spare handle in yours?"

Hange's obnoxious laughter was almost loud enough to muffle the low knocks on the door. Her irritating jabs to Levi's shoulder quickly halting when Levi grabbed her fingers.

"Who is it?" Erwin asked, one hand on the door.

"It's Y/N.."

Now Hange stopped laughing. Erwin shrugged as he looked back at both of them before pulling the door open.

"Hey, here." Y/N sounded filled with fatigue as she handed over a small bottle to Erwin.

"Oh! Thank you! Where'd you get this?" Erwin smiled with delight immediately flopping back down next to his bag.

"Jean carries around extra strength glue because Connie always manages to break something fragile." Y/N replied "I doubt it'll work but maybe it'll help a little?"

Erwin nodded happily as Y/N turned to look at Hange. Her hands balled up and her fingers fidgeting where she was pulling at them.

"How's your rib Hange?"

"It's ok now, thanks for asking."

Y/N nodded and at this moment everyone in the room was looking at Levi who automatically felt extremely naked.

"Levi um.. can I talk to you? In the hall?"

Levi didn't know if he had nodded in his head or in real life but he was swiftly moving across the room. Passing Y/N where she stood and then holding the door open as she walked out just behind him. The door shut behind the two of them and if Levi felt naked before the feeling out here was somehow worse.

"What happened?"

Levi could hear the slightly muffled footsteps on the other side of the door and even a whispered Hange as Y/N spoke. His hands felt both too dry and wet all at once as he looked into her mildly menacing gaze.

"Wh- where wh-when.."

"You barely said anything to me after I brought the cream for your forehead. What happened? Did I do something wrong?"

Oh god how can she possibly assume that? Levi felt his stomach clench. He had never had it easy with text, which was why he pretty much always called everyone.

"I-I didn't mean.. it um.." He shuffled his feet a bit now remembering that he still had no shoes on.

Y/N sighed. "I wanna be your friend Levi. Please tell me you want that too."

With a deep breath he replied, "Call me."

"When?"

"Anytime.. I'm a bad t-texter.."

When her facial features softened Levi felt his shoulders finally sag for the first time since he'd heard her name in the lobby. "Ok.. oh ok, that's all it was? I thought I did something wrong. I'm glad we talked."

And Levi was barely registering her hands wrapping around his shoulders. Her body pressing oh so comfortably close to his. Hand sliding over his back, scent overwhelming his nose. And then just as soon it was all being taken away.

"I'll call you, ok?"

"Ok.." Levi's hand was still waving long after she'd already disappeared out of plain view.

"Oh god you're her friend!" Hange laughed the door suddenly yanked open behind Levi.

"It's as cute as it is sad." Erwin clicked his teeth.

"Tch, shut up." Levi stomped back into the room.

"Levi, you're in the friendzone!" Hange huffed as Erwin shut the door. "And if you don't get out of it. You're gonna be the short shoulder to cry on when some big dude with an invalid drivers license, a shit ton of tattoos and a porn addiction breaks her heart."

"That's oddly specific.." Erwin retorts

"All of you keep assuming I wanna be her boyfriend. I don't!"

Erwin rolled his eyes, "That tall guy that she was with actually. I think he'll be the guy who has her running to Levi's shoulder."

"Oh you mean Jean?" Hange nods "But they broke up a while ago."

"Then why is she still hanging out with him?"

"He's Sasha and Connie's best friend. So they've all known each other a while. They're a set, don't separate type deal."

"Then it's only logical that Y/N will marry Jean someday. You know if they all stay so close."

"Yup, definitely."

"You can both eat shit."

~~~~

Day one

Levi strained awake, blinded by the harsh sunlight stabbing his eyes through the uncovered window. He couldn't even remember when he'd fallen asleep last night but he could already tell it was too early for everyone else to be awake.

He could recall a couple things from last night. Hange overstaying her welcome in his room, Erwin suggesting that Hange pay for his fucked up luggage and somethings he would rather not think about.

Preferably the others joining in his room to discuss breakfast plans. At which Sasha had suggested the diner they had already planned to go to early in the morning. Levi's heart sank as he recalled Y/N's gorgeous smile directed to Jean who had stood behind her rubbing her shoulders and whispering in her ear.

He squeezed his eyes shut, standing from his bed and immediately working to straighten out the sheets before eyeing the book he'd unpacked last night.

Maybe he could get some reading done before Hange inevitably came to annoy him.

The one he was currently holding was of a dog wearing a big floppy hat in the mist of sunflowers. He quickly matched it with his black and white sweatpants. And with a small sigh he headed to the bathroom.

He thumbed at the spine of the book, sliding his finger between the pages to the current bookmark. A shower would probably be a better start to the morning though. He set the book down unzipping one of his bags and pulling out the first pair of clothing folded at the top. Levi hadn't remembered packing one of his mother's many silly birthday gifts to him. She had always bought him shirts with pictures on them that confused him.

He didn't even remember the last time he'd had a shower that was hot for more than five minutes. Or the last time he could look down at his feet without seeing a hair monster in the drain.

He took a couple extra minutes to completely wash his hair, combing his fingers through the strands before shutting off the water and quickly getting dressed.

As he reentered his room he remembered the random gaze Jean threw his way. The smirk on his lips, the taunting glare and then just as quickly it was over. And he was talking to her like nothing had happened.

Levi had never once in his entire life thought about having a girlfriend. It just wasn't something that absorbed his thoughts but he knew the second he saw that smirk on Jean's face what he wanted to be to Y/N.

He just couldn't imagine how.

His fluffy towel hugged his head as he popped open the book he'd discarded a couple minutes ago. He pulled his feet in closer to his body tracing the letters on the page, delving into the story-

"Levi!"

Two fucking seconds.. that had to be a new record.

A barrage of harsh knocks sounded outside his door and he yanked it open to see Hange standing there out of breath with a barely alive looking Erwin behind her. Excitement flooding her features as she pushed past Levi with Erwin in tow. A blue toothbrush almost falling from his lips.

"You couldn't let him finish brushing his fucking teeth?" Levi grunted, shutting the door behind the two of them. Erwin sighed his eyes shut, toothbrush dangling from his mouth. "Why're you here?"

"We're all going for breakfast remember?"

"Not for another thirty minutes." Levi narrowed his eyes and leaned back against the tv table.

Hange smiled, "Yup and that means we have enough time to figure out a game plan to get you and Y/N together by the end of today." Hange clapped excitedly though both Erwin and Levi couldn't possibly look less enthused.

"I don't need your help."

"Erwin, back me up here!"

"I'm not doing shit since you didn't let me spit and I had to swallow toothpaste." Erwin remarked, squeezing the bridge of his nose.

Levi's face scrunched up and Hange let out a snort. "Why did you swallow it.. you could've just spit it out in the hall or something."

"That's fucking disgusting." Levi grunted

"Why the hell would I do that?" Erwin asked

"You're not supposed to swallow toothpaste duh!"

Everyone huffed all at once and Levi flopped down next to Erwin on the bed. "If I need any help I'll ask.." He mumbled already feeling heat fly to his cheeks.

"We're finally gonna get you a girlfriend Levi!!" Hange squeezed his body in a tight hug.

Just as Levi was about to push her away a couple of soft knocks sounded on his door again, "We're leaving a little earlier, hurry and come downstairs."

~~~~

Before the car had even pulled up back at the lodge Hange was already screaming about going skiing. Erwin had asked if Levi wanted to which he'd replied with a scoff.

"Really? Cause there are plenty of chances for Y/N to fall on you. Or you to fall on her." He shrugged.

Levi just rolled his eyes and at that Erwin gave up and now he was standing at the freezing cold railing watching everyone go down the stupid slope for what had to have been an hour or so. How'd he end up with bag watch? He didn't even wanna come outside.. He blew on his fingers trying and falling to warm them. At this point he felt exhausted, absolutely none of his clothes were keeping him warm.

With a sigh he pulled Hange and Erwin's bags up onto his shoulder along with Sasha and Connie's belongings. If he could manage to get upstairs he could warm up at least a little. A hot cup of tea practically beckoning him.

It took him only a couple seconds to realize he didn't have Y/N's bag. He looked around for a couple seconds. Did she bring a bag outside? Did he lose her bag?? He'd only left once to got to the bathroom. Did someone steal it.. Shit. He grumbled in disgust. Where could he have left it?

Feeling a bit panicked he headed towards the stairs. Blood running cold, his eyes practically bouncing out of his skull. His heart stopped at the display in front of him. Jean's hand on Y/N's waist as she leaned forward on the railing. Their lips pressed together..

(Hey Siri, play Heartbreak Anniversary by Giveon.)

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technical issues

this is a fanfic. mainly about p03. not shippy

Summary: you play inscryption instead of luke carder. you are also poor and have a shitty pc with homebrew everything. noone is happy about this

After you defeat the archivist boss, you stretch in your chair. All in all, the file-size-being-its-value was a pretty fun mechanic, even if a bit overpowered. For the "oldest file" or whatever, you selected a shitty school infographic you threw together in mspaint back in 2017, which apparently was old enough to warrant a 5/5 card, oneshoting the boss. You suppose the devs could've stood to maybe balance the game more, but it *has* been adapted from an obscure RPG to a digital game, so all in all they did a good job. You briefly wonder if you could try to test the limits of the old-ass software, playing with the date on some files, but in your experience with how much data a floppy can carry is... limited. And you don't want the game to get corrupted or anything.

So instead you take a sip of water, and decide to finish P03's "part" of the game and call it a night. If it keeps following the pattern, there's gonna be the 2d segment again afterwards and two more "power-grabs", from Grimora and Magnificus respectively, all in all a pretty symmetric game. With that im mind, you direct your game character to the checkpoint, and from there to the landing area, eager to see how this act's "big bad" will be defeated.

"It's almost time." "You've come so far." Of couse P03 has to have a villain monologue, but you really want to skip it. Lore or no lore but its late and you just wanna finish this section and go to sleep. Your character arrives at the graves, but your Gamer Instincts (tm) feel a cutscene coming so you consciously slow down to savor the ending.

"You made it, nice. Great job."

"You prepared The Great Transcendence for me."

"Without even knowing what it was."

Yeah yeah, you get it, it's defining character quirk is that it doesn't care about the story. You roll your eyes with a slight smile.

"But... you understand it now, right?"

You really have no idea what it's talking about. Did you miss some hidden clue or something? Is it about the fact that the scrybes are supposed to be "aware" they're in a game?

Then the game zooms in and you find yourself eye to eye with... yourself. On P03s monitor. Some image of you? No not image, video- live videofeed from your webcam. You stare dumbfounded, ready to write it off as a scary gimmick (and take a mental note to change the access rights to your webcam), but then the thing says your name, and your heart stops.

It's weird, grating and synthesized, but definitely yours. While your mind races P03 keeps talking.

"I mean... You finished making the game..." It's face flashes with the cooky face you selected for the second boss.

"You gave me access to your hard drive..." Yeah you did, but that's what all games require nowadays! If your computer isn't unusable after... whatever this is you swear you'll run every game you find buried in your backyard in a separate vm.

"You took screenshots for the store page." Wait what?

"And you connected me to the internet to upload it all!" No. That's not possible, you think frantically. But P03 continues gloating, congratulating itself on its plan.

You're still pretty dumbfounded by the revelation that apparently a computer virus masquerading as a card game is monologuing. At you. About what'll happen now, and what its grand scheme is, while you zone out thinking about how you'll have to redownload yet another antivirus. The cherry on the cake would be only a glaring red screen announcing that you have to transfer 0.0002 bitcoin to a specified account or you'll never see your files again.

"Ugh, what a headache," you mutter. In response, the droning monologue stops. Then,

"Excuse me, fleshbag?" comes an offended robotic huff from your pc. Today has already been so goddamn weird already, so this might as well happen. You blink, once, twice, processing that whatever is on your pc is waiting (for your answer?) and decide to do just that.

"You... hear me?" you feel pretty stupid saying that outloud, and hearing your voice ring out in an empty room.

"Obviously." your speakers crackle out. The robot from the computer virus (?) on your screen is looking more smug than ever.

"You did give me access, remember? So shut up now while I upload my masterpiece." A loading bar appears on its face-itor with a rapidly increasing completion %. There's some kind of static noise rising in the background as the bar fills. You feel very confused, but you watch with bated breath, to see what'll happen.

Theres a low ding sound, and you see a shadow with a pair of large hands behind P03. That's Leshy. So their plan (?) is in motion as you recall. You would really like to know what the fuck is going on and what the stakes are here, besides the wellbeing of your poor old OS.

Then, a lot of things happen in short succession. The upload bar hits 100%. P03 whips around with a synthesized laugh, almost like a bark, and ... disappears the figure behind it? The two shadows beside where Leshy was standing gain an electric blue aura, like a selection vector, you hear your lights flicker and youre pretty sure some of the lights in the LED strip on your wall overload with a hiss. Then the audio and video of your screen glitch out horribly. Its loud and scary and very concerning, but mostly its jarringly scary, to a point where you hit you knee on your desk as you jerk up. After a second the game (???) is on again, and P03 turns back to face you.

"Pathetic. You didn't really think I'd fall for suck a BASIC startegy, did you?" it scowls. You shrug.

"I mean, this is MY game now. I literally control everything that happens here" you get the feeling that it isn't addressing you at all.

"And I outwitted you!" it holds out a cartoonishly large red floppy, like the one that's sitting in your floppy drive, right now.

"I outwitted them all! The upload's complete so not even you-" suddenly youre 100% sure he means you, "can stop me!" You stare wordlessly at the screen.

"You really ARE stupid, huh?" There's that cackling synthesized laugh again.

"INSCRYPTION, is live! I uploaded it!" Somehow the laugh plays underneath its voice, like some kind of cacophonous soundtrack. You have one question left, on your mind, though.

"To my printer??" you ask with just a hint of an understanding smile on your lips. That'd explain your smart appliance setup going haywire earlier.

You're pretty sure you hear the equivalent of a synthetic record scratch from the little robot.

"What."

You lean back in your seat, full on grinning.

"Your little Inscryption virus is running on like three layers of emulation, my guy. Literally no part of this thing was supposed to run on my machine, especially not a virus from a floppy." Are you lording your awful tech-set up above some malware-ai's (?) head? Of course you are, and it feels damn good. That's what the thing gets for calling you an idiot gamer.

There's a long pause from your computer. You even move your mouse a bit to check if maybe the screen didnt freeze, but no, P03 is just... creepily unmoving. Then, three dots appear on it's face, followed by the "standard" unimpressed face.

"That's a slur."

"What?" You do the human equivalent of the three dots. You blink.

"Virus. That's a slur." it says, as if that explains anything. You genuinely dont know what to say now. Is it...?

"Soooo, any comments about the 'Upload failed' thing?" You begin, conversationally.

"No." Oh, it's definitely embarrassed. After a few seconds you hear from it again.

"Actually yes. See, It was OBVIOUSLY part of my plan. You don't have an internet connection so I HAD to copy INSCRYPTION to. uh. other hardware." Annnd the annoying smirk is back. It's kind of sad really, to see how it still tries to act in control. It doesn't say anything more, you just hear the quiet whirr of a dozen devices coming to life around you. The quiet stretches on, as you sit there, in the dark staring at your laptop with bemusement. It's kind of zen really if you think about it.

...

Zen is boring, actually. Thankfully the quiet is broken by (unthankfully) a computerized voice.

"What the hell is a Deskjet Ink Advantage 2135?"

#inscryption #p03 #made this blog specifically to post this #me? projecting myself into anything? hee hee #ribbit rebbit

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dyker-farmer · 4 years

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Ok this was supposed to be a quick draw and a description to go with, that blew into a full chapter and now it's also on Ao3 SO happy reading ig idk

I never see Shane works that don't go all in for romance nor explore the more realistic ugly parts of recovery, and I kind of crave That TM. So let me have at it too with the self-insert whump mumbo jumbo; no romo version.

Set post-8 hearts event, Farmer Uidelsib is two years or so in, full house built and married to Emily. They/them pronouns, same as me.

Diverges from then on, Shane-centric from an outside POV for the most part.

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Take that can away if you can.

Gulp it down. Chapter 1/2/3/4

There's a few to-know to survive life in society, in the valley; there's no good way to comment on the age nor weight of both resident housewives, you can't say no to Evelyn's homemade cookies- and why would you, you fool-, you do not fight at the Saloon or you'll get no cheese anymore on your pizza and only sparkling water for drinks, and-

And you don't mess with Shane's alcohol related ritual.

Except I did, that night, because you do that, when your two-years long friendship with the guy taught you better than letting his impulses overcome yours, when your buddy is trying to recover from teenage long-lasting into early adulthood, trauma-enhanced heavy addiction, and you know, you know tomorrow he'll feel like absolute shit and question his right to therapy the moment he'll stop his pounding skull from splitting. Wonders what a three-dosage paracetamol can do.

At least he doesn't drink it out anymore.

So yeah, when you're in my shoes, you get that Joja store-bought crap out of Shane's hand, and you brace yourself for the incoming lash out.

The first fractions of seconds are always those to look closely into most. It's only a glimpse, but before the scowl slips on like a well-worn boxing glove ready to strike, there is always this open page I learned I needed to decipher as quick as I could.

Tonight, it's heartbreaking. When I peck his forehead- doting big sibling habits die hard, even when you're actually the youngest of the pair- the eyes I catch looking at me are so confused and bare of any emotion, except for the sorrow that goes beer-soaked tears, it pangs. I get used to the breakdowns, working in the fields I do when I'm off the farm's, but it's not the same when it's a friend.

When I straighten back, offensive beverage in hand, it's already gone in a flinch, away from the empty space behind the chair and onto the table, as he snarls.

"Wha- giv'me back- 's mine!" I don't know how much he drunk before he met up with me, but from the slurring, it's a Lot. A season and a half into sobriety. That's harsh.

I ignore him and walk behind him, pondering where to put the beer for now.

"Y-you can't just do that! It's my booze I got with m'money, not some- who d'you think you are?-" He sputters indignantly, angry tears fewer than the sad ones but still there. He tries to turn around and grab behind his back, but the wild movement is way off and only gets the chair to nearly topples down. I rush in time to stabilize it, and profit off the moment to set a strong hand on his shoulder.

"I can just do that, 'cus it's my house I got with my money, and I think I'm your pal who knows when you've had enough. Dude, I trust you to be an adult, but minutes before, you were already so torched I had to keep your neck upright so you didn't faceplant into the table, and you nearly just kissed my floor good evening. Not to mention you clung to my arms the whole way from the little entry stairs to the kitchen because, quoting, 'If I don't I'll fall in the hole and won't get up'."

I turn to the fridge again, going to open it, before I think better of it. Likely enough, we'll both forget it was there in the first place, it'll stink up my fridge- it's Joja's- and it'll be money out of Shane's pocket for nothing. I set it on the counter, with the rest of the pack. He'll put it to cool down when he's back to Marnie's. Or he won't, probably.

That's not a worry for now.

When I caught up with him, it was a few feet below my doorstep; he'd probably slipped up trying to climb the three steps up to it, and settled for it. He was nursing that same can, muttering to himself, head down, curled up on himself. Except for that leg sticked out, he probably hurt it when he fell, I'll have to look at that and work on it if it's too swollen. Hopefully that'll spare us from a visit to Harvey's.

Bad memories. Not mine, and it's warm and not raining outside, but. Déjà-vu.

Anyways, he looked the picture of "help I've fallen and I can't get up- and even if I can I won't because Fuck You", and it's been a hassle to have him cooperate. But when I asked if he wanted to leave, he shook his head with a fervor no somnolent drunk should have. That resulted in a lovely streak of vomit down the wall right next to the door. That's also for later. If Eryza doesn't lap it up. Ew. This cat's never predictable.

Now, he's staring at his hands, sitting at my table, contemplating something too far down for me to see- or maybe just zoning out with a sleeping brain. Then he mumbles. "Sorry."

I get back to the table and sit at arm's length across of him. "Nah, 's okay. I don't mind being a helping hand or touchy-feely, must be the frog-eater in me. Not for the helping part." I'd chuckle but my quip falls on deaf ears.

I go to put my hand over his. When he doesn't blink at it, I try and shake a reply out of him, gently. He startles and hawkeyes our joined fingers. When he's finally looking at me, I raise a single eyebrow. He doesn't say anything, but when he pulls back his arm, I let him. We both straighten up, and it's hard to keep up the eye contact.

"So…" There's a heavy air on us. Suddenly, like the last year didn't happen, we're sitting a stride away of each other, and yet it feels like he's all the way back to the forest, looking down at waves.

"Do you want me to do something?" I bend myself a little closer to him, not moving otherwise.

He puts his head in his hands, shivering. Can't tell if it's the AC or his system kicking the alcohol out, or itself, in stress. I think I hear something, but it might as just be his shuddering breath.

"Shane" I insist, voice level, not pressing. "I need words. I want to help, I truly don't mind, but I need words to know what to do." He's never shown signs of going nonverbal before. If he does, I'll improvise. Until then… I need words.

Time ticks slowly as we wait. Then, with great effort and deep fatigue, he drags his palms up from under his nose to his temple, spreading some snot and wet tears across his face from his scrunched shut eyes. Lips trembling but finally showing, that attempt to let out a sound that's not too garbled. He coughs, sniffles a bit, breathe in again, sounding like a sick dog, and blows through gritted teeth before his jaws go slack. Eyes still closed, he whispers, and I have to lower myself some more toward his crouched form to catch it.

"Can I get something to drink…?" His voice is hoarse.

The demand could be comical, if we were into sour humor. And we usually are. But right now, we're not finding the joke in the lines. I stand silently, and as I walk to the fridge again, I let my hand brush his shoulder- same spot as before.

I take a minute to choose, look into the pantry. When I'm back at the table with my items of choice, he's still sitting there, his cheek is cushioned on his arms, face hidden from view. His shoulder, except for the occasional tremor, rise and fall in rythm with his snores. Breaks my heart to interrupt that, but not really. Hangovers are mean bitches with the sharpest nail art on the blackest of boards.

"Psst, dude. C'mon." I rustle his hair backward. He hates when I do that, says it tickles, and it makes him sneeze. So I obligatory do it once a day if I can. Let's say today's my late quota for the last four days I haven't seen him.

He gruffly tells me to kindly refrain from such pleasantries, and raise bleary eyes back up at the table. I can also guess he tried to bat a hand at me, but his coordination is off and he slaps himself lightly on the ear. Then he glares bewildered at his hand for a few seconds, obviously insulted. I profit of this moment to grab a small basin from under the sink, on second thought.

When he brings his attention back to me, I'm sitting again. Between us, a jug of fresh milk from this morning, a small sack of peppers, and a juice carafe sit aside a green glass bottle. There's also some bread, mostly for me to munch on. Because, hmmm dough. He squints at it all, especially at the bottle. Probably trying to read the label.

"Yeah no, didn't get you one of my best wine, not sorry."

"Hot pepper… juice?" He looks at the actual peppers next to it. "With actual peppers?" And then I get the squint too.

"Hmph, I know you like your elongated hell tomatoes, man, what can i say."

At that, a feeble snort.

I decide that it is the highlight victory of my soirée.

"Welp, have at it." I gesture to the half-liter liquor glass right by his left.

He fumbles with the drinks and some splashes around, but I lay back on my chair, arms crossed, letting him do his thing. While I don't hold back from growing downright doting on him when I got to- or even when I don't- I don't see how more devotion right now would be not smothering. He can break my fancy glass cups if he wants and spill my milk, so long he doesn't cut himself or cry over it.

Now, you could be thinking that plain water would have done the trick just fine, if not better, in rehydrating him. Here's the thing, though; going from booze to tasteless liquid, for Shane, that's a sure way to puking his heart out. And I'd rather not have us deal with an acid bile throat burn on top of near alcohol poisoning. Sorry to not spare you the squeamish details, but his oesophagus is pretty sensitive ever since that stomach pumping back at the clinic. Hot fiery hell fruits he can do just fine, with relative moderation and hydratation- hence the milk and juice- but liquor bursting its way back from his guts? Nuh uh.

It had taken lots of coaxing, but he'd explained the plain tastes, or lackthereof, were very hard for him to deal with, especially when contrasting with strong ones like beers and whiskeys. I'd shackle it to gustative hypostimulation, but I don't know enough about him that way to say. He'd said sparkling water was a good compromise.

But I don't have sparkling water, because I do not like suffering.

I might buy a pack for when he visits though.

And I do know a handful about him already. Shackle that to perceptiveness and a stubborn streak on top of a year and so long camaraderie.

And having a certain uncontrollable fear of failing to act quick the next time coped with by accumulating information and patterns compulsively.

I shake my head to focus on the present again. He's switched from juices to soaking bread in milk to eat it small portion after small portion. He pauses in mid-bite when he catches me staring. He's still hunched on himself and red-faced and a tad bloated. His cheeks are drying and he's blown his nose. I smile calmly. Worst of the storm passed, unless I screw up and blow it.

"Ywou wan' chom'?" He offers a dripping piece of bread. In moments like this, when he's sobering but not quite, the resemblance with Jas are unmistakable. The glint in his reddened eyes that open wide, and his blank-but-not-quite wondering expression, it's all here to paint a scrutinizing but vulnerable picture of tired but bright minds.

"Nah thanks. You done with that milk?"

"...Sure." He eyes it, wary. He knows where this is going, and he doesn't like it. I take the drink off the table, and his gaze follows my movement until I bring it to my lips.

He frowns. A silent warning.

And as I lock onto him with a dead stare, not blinking a millisecond, I down the rest of the 2 liters jug in three, five gulps. I even take the time to lick my new mustache away, and close my mouth with a click of my tongue.

His expression is the macabre marriage of beffudled horror and pure affliction, disgust if you will. The face of someone who doesn't hate milk, but has grown out of it enough to not be able to live off the stuff like the brave souls I'm apart of. And probably with reason, as I actually can't, like most 20+ years old, digest the liquid in large amount. But I smile like a smug cat, perfectly content.

Cats really can't digest milk once adults, it's all social mythos.

We silently judge and fuck with each other like that for a while more, as more time passes, until the room's elephant gets it all humid with its prancing around. Enough that tears and nervous sweats start again, for no apparent reasons but the residual anxiety from the whole chain of events that led to this.

"I think we should talk about this."

--- to be continued.

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