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what-reader-we-r-illiterate · 5 months

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Cw: nsft, overstimulation, eating the hamato boys out, worth noting in all of these they can either be dubcon, or assume theres a safeword, or assume that the genetically engineered supersoldier killing machines arent throwing u across the room be they dont want to. Apologies for neglecting Donnie a bit I'll write about him more throughly in the future <3 my favs fluctuate depending on the day. Also pain/impact play on genitals bc :3. And crying. Mwah

Im just saying it would be fun to eat one of their plump tail slits out until they're sobbing and pushing you off and squirming to get away because it's too much they can't cum anymore

I feel like Donnie? Would put up a fight and try to brat probably smack you at least once before you smack his pretty cunt and shove him back down, he'd ultimately go nonverbal and let out those choked throaty moans and high pitched ah! He does, trying so hard to stay still, eventually breaking and arching his back, wrapping his thighs around you, tapping and signing 'too much no more please mama/daddy' or whatever he can think of to appease you. If you call him a good boy and praise him for being brave though he will try so, so hard to not struggle. He wants to be praised and good and has SUCH a huge mommy/daddy kink and praise kink because of yes. You can train him so easily with flattery and cooing over how beautiful and obedient he is, what a good job he's doing, how you're so proud of him for being so brave!

Mikey would be giggly at first i fully believe that if he's approached by somebody unless he feels patronized he doesn't bother bratting or pushing them away, he's happy to take physical care and affection. He's letting out the sweetest little moans with his warm, raspy voice, making little jokes, playing with your hair. Then he cums.

And you don't stop.

So he's laughing and thanking you but saying that's enough, he's a bit sensitive now. You ignore him, burying your face deeper into his chubby slit, lapping up his slick like it's your favorite meal. It probably is. His hands tense, his fingers curl into your hair and he tries to tug you off. His laughter fades, replaced by his breath hitching, his pretty eyes tearing up, and he managed to stay pretty still for the first round but now he has all that pent up energy and is overstimulated so he's squirming under you, arching his back, crying out your name.

Your hands are going to leave marks from how tightly they're gripping his soft thighs, forcing them to stay open as he squeals and whimpers under you, his hands yank on your hair, pulling you closer in hopes the counterpressure will help. It doesn't. He sobs, tears running down his cheeks as he tries to look down at you and beg for mercy, before throwing his head back to cum a second time, a third. He probably sobs something about you being mean, how this is NOT nice. You take a break for a few seconds to ask if it feels good when you make him cum over and over. He glares down at you with all the spite in his adorable little self and says no. You inform him that you know he's lying, and good boys don't lie if they want to be listened to. Honestly, he should know better. Healthy open communication is important. You make him describe how it feels out loud as you make him cum four more times, biting or sucking just a bit too hard on his poor clit when his voice breaks and trails off into nonsensical moans. Eventually he slips up and calls you something embarrassing, something he's been holding back for months. You make him cum one last time, scoop him up into your arms, and carry him off for a bubble bath and lots of cuddles and hydration.

(I imagine he is SoooO stubborn about admitting he wants to call you any type of mommy daddy sir maam ect be if baby boy hates anything its being seen as just little and being patronized but he'll make an exception bc a: hot and b: if u actually respect him he'll let that guard down)

Leo has so many damn fronts he puts up he almost loses himself. As with everything regarding Leo, getting him to be vulnerable is so fucking difficult. You have to be open, let him in, be gentle, and when you do push him to be honest, don't let up. You need an answer out of him. It doesn't need to be the answer you want. But you need an answer.

He won't give it to you. He hums and jokes and dances around it. You eventually decide to just get it out of him. He's kicking his feet, reading a comic book on his bed when you pull his shorts down, nip at his tail, tease him for wagging it so hard already, flip him over, and start eating him out lazily.

He's happy to tease back at first, smug, bright cheery tone ringing out as he chatters endlessly, even as he gets close and cums he's talking. His moan is too much like a porn star, practiced. Performative. It sounds a bit different the second time.

Third time and he's laughing nervously, pushing you off as best he can. You grab his waist, pull him further into you. His quips fracture into whimpers and breath hitching.

You are goddamn determined to make him cry. You need an answer, sure, but he needs emotional release more. You let his thighs squeeze around your head, his hands are slapped when they try to pull you away, so he grabs the sheets and writhes under you, rutting his hips up into your mouth despite himself. It takes so long to get him to cry, cumming hurts at that point. Your face and the bed are drenched with his slick, your tongue shoved in as deep as it'll go as he actually moans, actually cries out, as tears finally make their way across his gorgeous crescent markings.

He went limp a few orgasms ago, now he just twitches under you, whimpering your name. You haven't asked in a week, but you get the answer you want. You eat him out awhile longer, just to make sure he gets enough emotional release, then sit up and pull him into your arms, kissing his markings and wiping his tears, pulling a blanket over both of you as you rock gently. The euphoria he feels after crying is more than worth it, he thanks you over and over before falling asleep in your arms.

(V self indulgent sorry all. Also leo walks in but it isnt test dw cuties i wont terrorize yall with that here)

Raph is amicable to whatever you want, very raised eyebrow, 'huh okay i'll try it' with a wry smile. He loves eating you out, fucking you, domming is kind of expected from the partner that's three times as big.

The first time you guide him to lie down on his back, he assumes you're going to have him drop so you can ride him, the (or if he's trans like yours truly, he's just confused, looking up at you with the sweetest puzzled smile, it's a weird angle to be eating you out but okay then.) He reaches to pick you up and help you sit on his face, excited to bury his snout in you, or reaches down to make himself drop. You kiss his hands, gently place one of them on the back of your head, and lick up his slit with your broad tongue, drawing a yelp out of him, before your bury your face in his cunt, soft thighs tensing around you already, he's scared of crushing you so he holds them open. You finally get to hear him whimper instead of grunt, the dirty talk and low voice he usually feels obligated to use is gone, high pitched whines taking it's place. He falls apart immediately, hands flitting between his thighs and your head, scared of hurting you, the fear leaves as you hum into him and he cums hard, forcing you deeper into him, thighs pressed against his hands as he rides out his orgasm. You have to check on him before continuing because he's sobbing so damn loud, it takes a minute to figure out he's saying "no, more please" as in 'no, i'm fine, please, please keep going.' You oblige, and no matter how much he wants it it's a lot, he's fighting the urge to push you away, squirming and panting under you no matter how slowly and gently you take it, poor sensitive boy. He's literally screaming by the fourth orgasm (Leo portals in, takes one look, snorts, portals right back out). Eventually he pulls you off, crying 'no more no more' then regretting it, you tell him he tastes so good, there's so much slick left dripping from his pretty cunt, can't you just clean it up? He holds his thighs open, trembling, soothed by your words as you take breaks to explain how this is so good for you, he's being such a good boy letting you be selfish and taste him as long as you want. Raph doesn't know what to do when you offer to do things for him, it feels weird, he doesn't like it. But he'll do anything for you. And if you making him cum until he screams makes you happy, and is actually for you, he'll let you do it forever. When he's a trembling mess, near passing out, you promise you'll be right back. You walk out and return with snacks, drinks, and a warm washcloth and towel. He's cleaned up, dried off, cooed over and brought his favorite plushies, you watch whatever he wants on his laptop under a million blankets and cover him in kisses and praise as his tail wags.

#rottmnt nsft #dubcon #rise donnie x reader #rise mikey x reader #rise raph x reader #rise leo x reader #chubby mikey #chubby raph #i die for them #overstim kink

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kujakumai · 4 months

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curious after doing much thinking (as im wont to do) and also rereading coming forth by day like 5 times (its really good) im curious on how you think things went for ishizu in the short term after the . leaving of the tombs. like im assuming if theres extended tombkeeper family she probably got taken in by one of the surface dwellers but do you think it was....awkward? or what that shuffle into mainstream society would have been like both in terms of like, interacting with the host family and also things like figuring out how to legally exist

(thank you very much!! it is fun to write!!!)

I do not think there's any reason to believe there's extended tombkeeper family aboveground I think all god knows how many of them lived down there. We simply do not know how many. We know there are more and those caverns are fucking huge. I feel like it could be anywhere from 30-300. But some of them must have gone up sometimes, if only to get supplies, and sort of knew the deal (Ishizu showed familiarity with stuff like TV and how the market worked when she went up with Marik). By that same token they probably had some amount of money (and there's always selling off a few ancient heirlooms if they really need rent). I think between all that and the necklace help Ishizu would've been able to muddle through and get set up aboveground without too much trouble.

I think the necklace really is a boon here and she'd have a way easier time adjusting than Marik or Rishid did. She has perfect clarity and a sense of control on tap. Doing your first job interview shortly after being introduced to the concept is probably much less nerve-wracking when it's been magically pre-scripted for you. I'm honestly more worried about her life after she loses it!

As for being legal people I feel very confident that A) Marik and Rishid forged their papers via criminal contacts and B) Ishizu went the long way around and got actual papers by claiming to be an unregistered birth (not a lie!), possibly by forging the corroborating evidence and using government contacts.

Anyway I think the rest of the tombkeepers after this debacle ended and this whole thing dissolved probably spread out over Egypt to do their own thing. Maybe some really weird/dedicated/agoraphobic ones stayed or went back underground. They're celebrating weird ancient egyptian holidays and helping each other get jobs. They're sending Ishizu auntie gifs on whatsapp. Cousin Amir runs a used car dealership in Giza. etc.

#like if you were born in a country but never issued a birth certificate you CAN go get one. that happens. it's just sort of pain in the ass #not included in this ask: the already stated/implied bit in CFBD about how many of them are Not Very Fond Of Marik

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keru0 · 1 year

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ah hewwo i saw that your hc requests are open and was wondering if i could request childe hcs? pls and ty! 👀🙏🏽

Ok so I have a few hc and fic requests so im gonna start to crack down on those!

Anyways hello to you too!!! I love your fics! <3

I love Childe so of COURSE I would happily accept this request ^^

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CHILDE TICKLE HEADCANNONS

Ok so first off this dude is definatly more of a ler than lee. I'd say hes probably about 70-80% ler.

Ler:

>> He loves tickling. Growing up with so many siblings, it was only natural that he tickled them and they got they're fair share of revenge, ganging up on him. 💔

>> He really tickles anyone that he knows, and finds that its a way of bonding with people and friends. 😭

>> The other harbingers have definately made him a puddle of giggles but only because he always tickles them, especially Scara.

>> With people like the Traveller or Zhongli, he gives them pokes to the sides constantly, always saying something like "you should always be on guard"

>> I could also see him wreaking the traveller in the weekly boss fight...just a thought 😇

>> Speaking more about the traveller, he sees them as a sibling and tickles them like they're his own, always trying to get them to laugh whenever he can.

>> With Zhongli at home, he loves to gently tickle him whenever they're cuddling, but if he takes it too far, Zhongli is always ready to turn the tables 🙈

>> He loves gentle tickling but also loves just absolutly destroying people with rougher/more sadistic tickles.

>> Sometimes he can get a tad carried away and push his lee past their limit, but almost always catches himself and apologizes, offering comfort to make sure they're okay. 💞

>> Teasing. THIS MAN WILL TEASE HIS LEE LIKE ITS NOTHING. He loves teasing to make his lee flustered and thinks that makes his tickling worse, but also just likes teasing in general, even outside of tickling. 😅

>> He's a pretty big fan of light restraints when tickling his lee. He usually uses his scarf and ties the lee's wrists or ankles together...depends on where he's tickling 🙈

>> He is VERY good at aftercare. He asks if everything was alright and if they need anything. Depending on who he tickled, cuddles can follow, but usually theres a hair ruffle ^^

Ok and now...as a lee:

>> Hes very ticklish and he knows it.

>> A personal hc of mine...whenever he loses in the weekly boss fight, the traveller just tickles him until he taps out and gives them their rewards 🏃🏻‍♂️💨

>> He has very ticklish sides, and they are probably his most ticklish spot.

>> One of the only two spots that give his sides a run for their money is his belly and belly button. Light scratches on his stomach get him twitching and giggling, and swirling a feather in that little button will never fail to make his laughter almost silent. 🙈

>> The other spot is his feet, as he probably wears his boots and socks almost all of the time in his homeland with how cold it is, meaning that they havent really gotten the chance to roughen up, leaving ghem very ticklish.

>> Other bad spots include his thighs, knees, and underarms.

>> He always tries to hold in his laugh, but he always fails. His laugh is mlre of a deep belly laugh but his giggles are way higher pitched. He also giggles through his teeth and a clenched jaw 😭

>> IF he is in a lee mood, especially around Zhongli, he always shows a little more skin. He unbottons one more on his shirt, leaving more of his hip exposed, or even sometimes just lays in his lap, stretching his arms up to try and signal what he wants.

>> HES A SQUIRMER. A thasher, even. He can't help it, its just his natural reaction. Because of this, he usually offers his ler a deal of sitting on him, even though it embarrasses him. 💫

>> He loves aftercare and with Zhongli, he will grab him almost immediatly after hes done and just cuddle up to him to reset his battery. 🔋

Kink or Not?

>> Childe almost always sees tickling as a thing friends/family do

>> He probably doesn't have a huge kink for it, but can like it in the bedroom at times.

>> That being said, he loves to see Zhongli under his control in the bedroom, so he definatly does it in that setting. However, he lets Zhongli get his revenge in tickling him in the bedroom, fully restrained and all. They also use tools at times, but for the most part just use hands because they love to feel each other under their own touch, but the tools help them deive the lee crazy, which they love.

>> Aftercare in this serting is always great. Childe always asks if there was something Zhongli didn't like or vice versa. They always make sure that they were each comfortable and discuss timhings after while drinking water and cuddling.

#lee!childe #ler!childe #genshin tickling #ask #request #tk headcanons

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i-am-the-doctor · 8 months

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RED TIDES A ROLLIN CHAPTER 1 //TW: Death, Grief, Alchohol, Drunkeness

CHAPTER 1

It was December 31st, 2041, ten years since the Spiker attacks. the sky was lit up by colorful fireworks in the distance, and the little town of New Arabi was quiet, the only noise were the sound of dogs barking, the far-away pops and bangs of the fireworks, and the whistling of the cold winter wind.

"Olivia? Are you in there, Oli?" Fredrick called as he gently knocked upon a petal pink door that was adorned with stickers of flowers, pictures of pop stars and little bunnies. He waited for a minute until he heard the click of the door opening, and behind the door stood a yound girl- no, a young woman, with platnium white hair in a pixie cut with colorful barrettes speckled across her hair, eyes as green as a granny smith apple or the greenest blade of grass, wearing a white button-up shirt and a loose black cardigan paired with a black pencil skirt and some white knee-high socks and black shoes, completed with a green teardrop necklace that Fredrick had given to her for her 13th birthday, an orange, white and pink kandi bracelet, and a pink and white cane that stabilized her balance instead of her bad knee, which she had greatly injured in an accident when she was 9. She looked at her father and smiled, to which Fredrick did the same thing.

"You look beautiful, Oli! Are you excited for that party at that venue?" He asked her as he pulled a sliver of hair off of her cardigan. Olivia smiled again and giggled, tapping her pink-painted fingernails against the handle of her cane.

"Oh, I sure am, Pa! but.. I'm kinda nervous. See, theres this.. Boy.. at school, and i've been wanting to ask him out for a while, and he's going to be at the party tonight, but im worried that he'll think i'm weird, or that he'll call me a freak because of my cane.." she stuttered, looking around the room briskly with her eyes darting from place to place. Fredrick sighed lightly, and tried to comfort his daughter by gently patting her on the back.

"Hey, I believe in you. Even if he does say no, at least you know you asked him instead of living the rest of your life asking yourself 'what if?', and if he does say something rude about your cane, then he doesn't deserve you anyway, because if theres one thing I know, its that true love doesn't care about canes or looks or anything like that." Fredrick tried to reassure her. Olivia nodded and looked down, shaking ever so slightly.

"I-Its just.. all the popular girls keep staring at me and talking about me because of it, and my hair, and my clothes, they think i'm a weirdo.." She whispered, choking back tears as she gripped her cane tighter.

"Oli, in all the ten years that i've called you my daughter, I can say with utmost certainty that you are not a weirdo. If anything, They're the weirdos for wanting to be like everyone else. I was the weird kid too back in my day! Yeah, i was the kid who sat in the back of the library on his little laptop laughing at memes with my best friend, your uncle Jonathan, and tinkering with robots and all kinds of gizmos and gadgets and doodads! You wouldn't believe how many stares i got from the jocks, and the teacher's pets, and the sporty girls- i hated it too! But i never let that get in my way- and look at me now! Your old man used to be one of america's leading men in science back in the 2020's!"

Olivia giggled.

"and think about it this way, You're 18 now, and soon, You'll be out of school and you probably won't see any of them ever again-- You'll be running that soap and candle shop you always wanted to run." Fredrick consoled as he looked into her eyes. Olivia smiled, and hugged her father tightly with both arms, using the tippy-toes of her bad foot to balance herself as Fredrick helped her keep balance. after around 3 minutes, Olivia pulled away, and Fredrick handed her cane to her before looking over to the clock on the wall, which read half past eleven o'clock.

"Oh, Olivia, Its eleven thirty! That party should be starting soon-- You'd best be getting over there!"

"Pa, don't you want to come? there's gonna be games and snacks and karaoke!" Olivia offered, to which Fredrick grinned and shook his head.

"Oh, thank you, Oli, but I'll be just fine! I'm just going to be drinking some whiskey and watching the ball drop on TV! Besides, I don't think your friends would want to see an old drunk scientist bumbling around rambling about robots the whole time!" Fredrick chuckled. Olivia snickered and playfully rolled her eyes.

"Alright, if you say so, Pa!" she giggled as she walked through the threshold of her door, fredrick holding the door for her. they then walked into the living room, where the door that led out of the Johanneson home lie.

"You have fun at that party now, Y'hear? don't worry about what those losers think!"

"Thank you, pa.." Olivia chirped as she got on her tippy-toes to give her father a familial peck on the cheek. she then proceeded to open the door into the cold winter night, and as she walked from the porch onto the sidewalk, Fredrick called out again.

"And No funny Buisness!" he shouted with a playful smile.

"No Funny Buisness here, Pa! Love you, I'll be back by one!" She called back before walking down the sidewalk. Fredrick then closed and locked the door, and made way to the kitchen.

When he got to the kitchen, he pulled a liquor glass from the wooden cabinet above his head. It was a crystal clear, round glass from before the war, with a black picture of a barn and the words "Whiskey Co." stamped on the side. Of course, Whiskey Co. was not a real company, but the nostalgia that the glass carried about it that screamed 1996 could almost convince you it once was.

Fredrick then walked to another wooden cabinet that contained his liquors, and from the selection he had of wines, scotches, gins and vodkas, he chose a bottle of Peanut Butter Whiskey, with its dark amber substance encaged in its glass container, with an etching of a ram on the side of the bottle.

Fredrick then closed the cabinet, satisfied with the selection he had made, and went back into the living room to sit on his favorite chair, turning the television to channel 8, which was currently running commercials such as New Orleans club singers singing about lawyers, folks selling coffee and donuts, and other things. Fredrick, not paying attention to the senseless advertisements on his screen, unscrewed the cap from the bottle of whiskey, letting the scent of the dark liquid fill his senses before pouring a bit of it into his glass. He then took a sip before quickly turning away, trying his best to not spit it out and ruin the rug. He succeeded, However, and quickly swallowed.

"Agh, that isn't how i remember it tasting like.. oh well!" He mumbled to himself as the station returns to coverage of the ball dropping in New York. He took another sip, this time not minding the burning sensation that the whiskey created. as midnight drew closer, Fredrick drank more and more, the warm burning sensation in his throat and stomach growing with each sip, until eventually, he found himself becoming more tired and happy feeling. it felt as if he had just sat down, but the clock read 11:58, 2 minutes to midnight. he then began counting down until the final seconds of 2041.

3.. 2.. 1.

"H-Happy Neeew Year!!" Fredrick cheered as he took one last swig out of the bottle drunkenly, cheering for the bright new year to come for him and his daughter. not a minute later, fredrick's head began to feel swimmy as he began to see double from the unusual amount of alcohol he had drank in such a short amount of time. in fact, he found that he could not even get off of his chair, much less keep a grip on the bottle. it wouldn't be much time, before Fredrick had blacked out, dropping the bottle.

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After a while, Fredrick had finally reawakened. He slowly opened his eyes as to not blind himself with the television, noticing that the station had gone off of the air for the night. He looked down at his white tank top, which had been covered whiskey that had turned cold from the winter air, and groaned to himself in misery, noticing how dry his mouth was.

"ugh.. d@mn it..!" he moaned and groaned as he got out of his chair, immediately catching his balance on the armrest. His throat was so dry, it was a struggle to even speak. He walked to the bathroom while leaning on the wall for support, and as he entered the room and trudged to the sink, he looked into the mirror and was met by an older man in his early 40's, with hair as white as powder, pine green eyes, a pointy nose that slanted down just a little, a white goatee, and subtle frown lines and eye creases, wearing a whiskey-stained tank-top. He groaned in disgust at his apperance, stroking his beard as he stared into the eyes of his reflection.

"Ugh, Fredrick, you look like h3ll! what happened to you, boy..?" he growled before filling a cup full of water that came from a well. He drank it, beginning to feel better as the liquid coated his throat. He then poured water upon his face, which woke him up almost immediately. He then went into his bedroom, which was adorned with science awards given to him, CDs with punk music within, and photos from his days as a robotical scientist, standing among his fellow collegues, with light brown hair and goatee, and a smooth face. Not to mention photos of him with his parents and his two brothers and one sister. He smiled to himself as he looked upon the photos, and opened up his wooden closet to grab a clean tank top, taking off the dirty one and throwing it into the dirty clothes basket. After that, he pulled it over his head and stretched his back and arms. He looked over at the clock, and to his surprise, it was 2:12 in the morning. He was surprised that he was only out for that long, as horrible as he had felt upon waking up. then, he noticed that something did not feel right. the house felt emptier than usual...

Where was Olivia?

"Olivia? Oli, are you here?" He called out as he left his bedroom and turned the light off. he went silent, expecting to hear a response, but only silence was heard.

"...Olivia!" He called again, only to be met with the same silence. His heart began to beat faster as he made his way to her room, opening the door, anticipating seeing his daughter playing on her pink handheld console or writing in her diary, but she was not there. In fact, the room looked as if it had been untouched since she left. His heart dropped as he remembered that she said she would be back by one, she usually made it a point to be at places at the exact time she said, and this was very unusual for Olivia. He then ran into the living room to find that the television was showing a breaking news story. "Breaking News, at this hour?", Fredrick thought to himself until he noticed the anxiety of the anchorman as he read the script, then, the header caught his eye, and his heart sunk into the pit of his stomach.

"SPIKERS ATTACK WOODFORK VENUE NEW YEARS PARTY, 34 D3AD, 15 INJURED, 2 MISSING"

Fredrick then bolted for the telephone, his shaky hand slamming in the phone number- careless as to whether or not the buttons would break, while the other hand held the reciever with an iron grip that could possibly shatter the plastic if he was not careful.

"Pick up, pick up!" He cried as he heard the phone ringing, but the ringing was quickly cut short by the busy signal, as the venue's phonelines were being jammed with calls. He redialed, but the same 3-note oddity plaed over the speaker, sounding louder against the silence. He then attempted to redial once again before he saw the flashing of red and blue lights outside the window, and the knocking on the door a couple of seconds later. He opened the door slowly, to find two police officers wearing tattered uniforms that were covered in bl00d, most likely their own, and bandages.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Fredrick Johanneson, Father of Olivia Johanneson?" one skinny cop with a bandaged eye and leg asked, holding his arm.

Fredrick nodded. "Yes, I'm him." He responded as he looked over into the officers' patrol car, hoping to see Olivia in the back, but the car was empty. he looked back at the officers, who said not a word. all that could be heard was the blowing of the frigid winter wind against his ears.

"Where is she? is she alright?" He asked. The skinny officer looked at the other officer, who was burly and had bloody bandages wrapped around his belly and forearms. they then both looked at Fredrick with a look of horror in their otherwise stone-cold faces, and the one-eyed officer spoke.

"When we arrived on scene, we found her slumped against the enterance with a giant gash in her chest and her cane through the door handles along with other people. the paramedics tried their best, but she lost too much blood in a short amount of time. I'm sorry, Mr. Johanneson... Your daughter is dead."

Fredrick's blood ran cold, and his heart almost stopped. he clutched his chest in horror as reality set in, and within seconds he found himself fighting back terror, sorrow, and rage. he wanted to wring their necks so badly but he know it was no use, all that would do is get him arrested. it took all his strength to not lunge at the cops in front of him, but instead he barked:

"Well where is she?! Take me to her!"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Johanneson, but she was found to be contaminated with spiker venom, and she was taken to the Carnagie Funeral Home in New Gonzales for decontamination." The burly cop responded gently, noticing the animalistic rage in Fredrick's eyes. Fredrick said nothing, but gripped one fist that was hidden out of sight until it was white.

"Mr. Johanneson, do you have any family you could stay with for support?" the bigger cop asked as he checked his surroundings and handed Fredrick Olivia's death certificate. Fredrick shook his head.

"No, not here. My family and older brother moved up to Gulfport after the war ended, and my younger brother and sister were in Moscow when the bombs dropped and I haven't heard from both of them since. Olivia was my only family." He responded, gritting his teeth.

"My condolences, sir. Do you have any friends that could stay with you?"

"....I have one best friend, Dr. Jonathan Min."

"Well do you think you could call them, ask him to come here?"

"Probably. He's most likely asleep, though." He growled as he went to the phone and dialed Jonathan's number. after 10 seconds of ringing, a man in his late 30's with a slight Korean Accent picked up.

"Min Residence."

"Hey, Jonathan. Its Fredrick."

"Oh H-Hey Fredrick! Whats going on? I just woke up to get some milk when you called!"

"Jon.. The Woodfork Venue was attacked by Spikers, and Olivia was one of the victims.." Fredrick choked as he tried to keep his eyes from pouring tears. you could hear the sound of the phone cord tapping the receiever rapidly from Jonathan shaking on the other end.

"Huh?! I-Is she okay?!" Johnathan asked with panic in his voice. Fredrick's then began to crack.

"No.. She's gone, Jonathan. Theres cops here and they won't leave until you come to the house."

Fredrick then heard nothing but silence on the other end, which was then inturrupted by the sound of the reciever hitting the floor, and distant swearing and yelling in Korean, Jonathan's first language. He then picked the reciever back up.

"Dear god... its all over the news! Its every station! 34?! ....Fredrick, I'm coming over. Don't go with those cops! they'll probably try to do something to you, like put you in a nuthouse- so stay where you are!"

"I wasn't planning on doing that, you know i don't like them any more than you do. I'll see you in a bit."

click.

"He's on his way. Now, If you'll excuse me, I need to clean up. Good day."

"Sir, we need to stay with you until-"

"I said good day." he snarled as he picked up the whiskey bottle on the floor. after 20 minutes or so, a dark brown car drove up into the drive way of the Johanneson Home, and out of the drivers seat came a skinny, rectangle-figured korean man in his late 30's, with messy jet black hair, coffee brown eyes, subtle dark circles under his eyes, thin blue round glasses, a thin periwinkle-blue turtleneck, golden brown slacks, and a pair of black shoes. He walked up to the house where the cops were standing outside talking.

"Are you Jonathan Min?" the one-eyed cop asked him.

"Yes, I'm Jonathan Min, Fredrick's Friend. He called me up here."

"Good. Well, we need to get back to the scene and notify other families. keep an eye out on Mr. Johanneson, will you? Olivia's funeral is scheduled for noon tomorrow."

"Of course i will, he's my friend!" Jonathan responded as he walked away. The cops then got back into their car and drove off, leaving Jonathan to open the door to find Fredrick sitting on his couch, head in his hands.

"Fredrick..? I'm here..." Jonathan uttered in a gentle, soft tone that was reminiscent of a feather brushing against skin. Fredrick said nothing, and instead waved, clearly still processing what happened. Jonathan sat next to him, willing to offer an ear or a shoulder to cry on-- after all, thats what friends do, they help their friends. He was there to let Fredrick let it all out, and by god, he was going to be there for his childhood friend, just as he was there for him in their younger days. some hours would go by where fredrick would say nothing, or sometimes he'd cry a waterfall, other times he cursed Russia and spikers, and spouting profanities while doing so, and eventually, they would be talking about their scientist days in the 2020's.

"I remember Project Prometheus like it was Yesterday. The fact that we made soldiers better, gave veterans their limbs and life back, and even found out how to preserve memories and consciousness in computers was amazing in and of itself!" Fredrick pondered with a wistful smile on his face.

"I remember how excited you were when the first subject was successful. Heh, you became a big household name within days, huh? you even got an award, and a cool little mug!"

"Yeah.. heh, sure did, Jon.. wait.. THATS IT!"

"Thats what?" Jonathan asked while tilting his head, startled at the sudden shift in Fredrick's mood.

"THATS It! We can bring her back with cybernetics and computers! all we need is the memory needles, cybernetic parts, computer parts, and other things! and where do we have those? The Lab in Baton Rouge!"

"Y-You mean the one we used to work at 20 years ago? Fredrick, didn't Baton Rouge get Cluster-bombed to hell and back? It should've been blown to smithereens!" Jonathan asked, both terrified and intrigued by Fredrick's macabre idea.

"Ahh, thats where you're wrong, Jon! It was actually built to double as a fallout shelter too, so it's resistant to blasts! at least, thats what the director said."

"Really? I didn't know that, and I worked there for about as long as you did!.. So what is your plan, anyway?"

"The plan is that tomorrow after Olivia's funeral, we'll go to your house and get your shovels and your big ice chest, i'll put it in my truck, and we retrieve her and drive all the way to baton rouge!"

"Alright, not going to lie, that is a pretty nice plan for being pulled out of the blue, but Fredrick, are you sure you want to do this? its going to be really grisly, and we'll be doing things that most normal wouldn't even think about doing.. like graverobbing. You'll be robbing your daughter's grave." Jonathan questioned.

"Yes, i'm very sure! I'm going to bring her back one way or another!" Fredrick nodded.

"Alright then.. its late, and they said that her funeral is at noon tomorrow.. Man, I hate those cops and their "Common Law" Bullcrap! We can't even plan our own folk's funerals on our own now! cops were never good, but dear lord, they weren't THIS bad!"

"Oh trust me, i do too.. I miss Pre-apocolypse America. suprising, i know... Well, I suppose i'll get a shower and change into something presentable for the funeral. I'll be right back." Fredrick said before heading to his bathroom to take a shower and change. To past the time, Jonathan picked up a book off of his coffee table titled "The History of Robot Dogs".

it would be 30 or so minutes before Fredrick returned, wearing a yellow dress-shirt and espresso brown slacks paired with a tie as red as blood and dark brown dress-shoes. Jonathan smiled at the choice of his attire, as nowdays it was discouraged to dress in black to a funeral because you could be confused for a spiker, especially at night, when spikers like to dig up graves to eat the remains.

"Hey, Nice outfit. Haven't seen you wear that shirt and tie since my Aunt Juno's wedding!" Jonathan chuckled.

"Thank you. I'm suprised it still fits me!" he responded with a grin as he dusted off his chest and stretched his back until it popped. He then looked out the window through the curtains, the sky still dark as pitch, only lit by the streetlamps and the moon up above. Jonathan, however, was still unsure of whether fredrick's grand plan was a good idea. While the thought of cybernetic ressurection was fascinating, he pondered if it would help them or lead them to ruin.

"Fredrick... before we carry out that plan, are you sure you want to do this? What if we get caught, or what if we make some mistake that ends up k1lling people? And wouldn't people wonder where we are?" He asked, trying to keep his inner fear hidden. Fredrick huffed, and turned towards him, nodding.

"Jonathan, I assure you that we will not get caught. Besides, we'll only get olivia from the graveyard, no one else. We'll also need subjects, and I know the Carnagie brothers in New Gonzales will help. they have to, they were our collegues!" He reasoned with a stern whisper. Jonathan nodded, accepting this strange answer out of his friend.

"Now, all we do is wait, and it will all fall into place."

#Book #writeblr #writing #red tides a rollin #writers of tumblr #writer #book writing #story #tw death #tw alcohol #tw alchohol mention #tw grief #tw grieving #RTaR

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selfdiagnosedeyemotif · 6 months

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hi hello heres the some guy beating up some robot you ordered

(to be clear im basing most my fnaf game knowledge on ucn and my punchout knowledge on wii, cause like those are the only ones ive played)

so like in total the fight would involve freddy, foxy, marionnete, all the balloon children (including the lil uh oh how un fortunate bitch >:3 ),

the fight itself you would be boxing good ol normal freddy however he would have a bunch of paraphernalia on him, specifically: a thingy on the left side of his hat with a music box, his hat which if punched enough can come off and reveal some small child, and a vent on his right "abdomen" from which many things can pop out of.

fnaf in general is like about "resource" management in the sense that the resources are how pissed the various robots are so that would be translated over to this by way of punching different spots depending on whats necessary at the time.

now in punchout, hitting the head during stun is generally simply better as it does more damage. however, there exists the hat of many small fellows, and like every 5 head taps theres a "chance" (probably a preset order) of either bb, jj, or the uh oh how unfortunate one. bb does a real quick slap that cuts your stamina (the heart meter) in half. like does Current-(Total*.5), so like if the total was 8 it takes 4 no matter how much u have. this in fact could just fuck you over at a bad time, as bb is want to do. jj apparently does precisely nothing in fnaf 2 after some quick research, so she also does nothing but pop out and idk be silly. and little miss unfortunate circumstances could maybe sing her lil song and like randomly lower one of the other "timers" a chunk.

ok so punchout is one of those probably few wii games that avoided mandatory pointer/motion stuff but i cannot think of a better way to implement this one idea so: there would be a decent bit of downtime between attacks where you're not able to hit fred but he aint attacking you and this would be when you're supposed to flick the wiimote into pointing at the background, specifically a wheres waldo ass thing about "staring" at foxy for a brief moment to keep them at bay (relatively simple as its a large fox robot in a sea of faceless grey silhouettes), and if you dont for long enough they do the funny skedaddle into a big ol uppercut or whatever, which would just instatly ko you. altho it would have a big ol tell of fred stepping aside for a second and the loud stomping naturally, so you could just skip this and play as normal, simply dodging or perhaps punching back, which would do damage to fred cause you earned that if so. (im thinking you'd just be knocking foxy back into him)

the music box side is relatively simple, over the course of the match it visibly unwinds and you have to hit it to keep it wound up or suddenly marionette headbutt. probably 3 punches would keep it fully wound. the box's music would be like wound into the fight song but then slowly quiet down as its winding off, and eventually the lil jack in the box "last seconds!!!" thing would play too, and that would "force" him to do some attack if hes in neutral. you better get that stun real quick tho lmao.

power: thats a very core emchanic in fnaf, and i have 2 ideas for how it could be mixed in here, a: it be tied to that heart energy number of mac's that makes you tired when it hits zero and cant punch no more, however this feels kinda bs and like just not balanced, like punch out is not the type of game to have a kick u while ur down mechanic u feel me b, a much better idea in my book: the stage/ring has power. for this to make sense it would be taking place in more of like a garage or smth, crowd could still be there but like its less of an official thing. this would actually incentivise ending the fight quickly more than just for cool points. it would nt like charge back between rounds, and for actual numbers, lets say like 5 minutes 30 "seconds "of total power. thats a bit over half of the total possible roundtime and feels decently accurate to the like "win before this or you Perish" angle. running out of power would, first of all, turn off the lights ofc. at this point its dark and shit, you can only see glowy eyes and the power bar, rest is just a shadowy figure. punches of all sorts are faster, foxy is agitated quicker, music box timer is shorter, and just all around not very good to be here.

idk fully abt this idea but also maybe a star punch could just wind back all timers regardless of where they are including foxy (except the power ofc), and the t3 just fully resets em. if you hit it, of course

thats abt all i can think of that would fit without it being too overwhelming.

also fun fact your actual blog "website" has an ask box text limit that is barely over one paragraph

im so sorry for taking so long to respond to this but OUGH this is so clever. first off the inclusion of the wiimote pointer mechanics into the wheres-waldo foxy quicktime event is SO clever. i love that. also the power. thats so tense. i'd love to see all of the youtubers doing challenges specifically based on beating ol' fred only during the power outage as well

#i love how my friends are smart and wonderful its such a gift #again im terribly sorry for not responding to this in a timely manner #and the void screameth back #jayandthejets #pie dni

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coyotevallie · 1 year

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jedidiah 4 the character thing :3

GOTTA GIVE THE PEOPLE WHAT THEY WANT!!!!!!!

fav thing about them: ohhhh man theres so much . id have to say how Real he feels . like he can do and say some awful mean things but it never feels liek conflict just for the sake of conflict or him just Decidin to be cruel it all links back to his feelings and his guilt and his fears and like . hes just so Real in a gutwrenching way both for the better and for the worse

least fav thing about them: i mean . the ableism . thats kind of a copout answer though so instead of smt basic like "i dont like that he avoided sydney" or whateva ill say that i think he shouldnt have gotten together with sydney as soon as he did that fucker needs SOOO much healing first . but i think thatll be explored given that they have a couples therapist in s2 so thats not like a writing flaw i dont think unless its fumbled which i doubt it will be

favorite line: "I couldn’t handle the body. I can’t handle the body. I walk away from the body. And most nights I don’t think about it… but sometimes there’s a rumbling under my desk, cold and distant like metal wheels through the mountain, spinning like the hands on the clocks that — if I could just know if I could just know if I could just know if I could just know if I could just know if I could just know—" girl that is ocd!!!!!! u suffer . anyway i genuinely had to pause the ep and take a break after this line something about it . oh my god

fav friendship: i LOVE LOVE LOVE his friendship with yvonne i think its so fun and whimsical i love gamer girls bonding . also him having a queerplatonic relationship with juniper is one of my fav hcs hehehe

fav ship: you KNOW its sydidiah . you KNOW . second place is jeddieann and soridiah (obvs to anyone whos spoken to me for longer than five seconds) but i am literally deranged about sydidiah

least fav ship: i havent seen one that exceptionally bothered me . people dont Ship jedidiah that much with people besides sydney from what ive seen . like i could be like "oh tid be shitty to ship him w elijah or wahtever" but like that seems like im making smt up to get mad at lmao if anyone ships that or anything else id be annoyed abt ive never seen it

random hc: hmmmmm. in sydneys major huge homestuck phase he spent a whole all-nighter listening to an absurd amount of homestuck fansongs in an attempt to like . shoot an understanding of the story into his veins without having to Actually read it all the way thru bc its so fucking long . this just made him way more confused

unpopular opinion: whatsss an unpopular opinion i have . taps my jaw and thinks and ponders . people ignore jedidiahs ableism a lot and the pervasive ways it relates to many many Many aspects of their dynamic but thats not so unpopular of an opinion so ill be a little spicier about it and say that i think even among the people who DO comprehend jedidiahs ableism and the way it impacts their relationship theyyy. kinda ignore the ableism of literally any other person besides lucille? like jedidiah becomes kinda the scapegoat for all the ableism in the narrative and like yes we should discuss the ways jedidiahs ableism impacts the narrative thats true!! however if youre going to discuss that but not talk about say elijah or salem or once s2 comes out likely adam as well or what have u . what is tha point . this is not me defending jedidiah or saying oh people are too harsh on my blorbo ): ): ): we SHOULD discuss jedidiahs ableism but i feel like its not That unpopular of an opinion that we should acknowledge jeddies ableism even if some people dont really follow through on Doing so in Practice yk

song i associate with them: oh my godddddd cry for judas . oh my God is that hte jedidiah song of all time

#u can tell im insnae abt him bc this is fucking forever long

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nothingbutloveforyou · 2 years

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hi! firstly i love your blog so much and its so lovely to see on my dash so thank you!! now for how i met my lover:

set the scene -- january. right after winter break. im going into the sixth grade. i may not know very much, but i do know this: im a Weird Girl™. didnt have very many friends before moving, but moving to an extremely academically competitive school in the middle of the year? in MIDDLE SCHOOL? hell.

being a Weird Girl™, i really really loved english class. so to know nothing about the teachers, nothing about the students, and nothing about the material, i was very very scared, and of course, the english teacher did the whole stand up and tell us about yourself thing, where i completely blanked and to this day, have no clue what i said. i didnt make eye contact with anyone for a week, at least, and overcompensated by pouring all my effort into a project we were doing -- of course i moved right when the class was doing group projects -- and just generally keeping my head down.

little did i know that the love of my life was sitting in that same classroom. i dont remember exactly how we met (awful of me, i know) but i do remember hearing about the other Weird Girl™ who watched DIY videos and Studio C all the time. i thought maybe, maybe, theres someone like me. this is where my memory ends. (due to trauma, ive been losing a lot of my memories around this time. i hate it, but theres nothing i can do but thank my mind for trying to help.)

some time later, we were friends. and boy, we got on like a house on fire, talking about random shows we liked, books we'd read (specifically percy jackson), and all the tidbits of Stuff in the world. slowly, i fell in love. slowly, so did they, though i didnt know it.

i came out to my friends as lesbian, then as bi, then queer, then panromantic greysexual, then broke down. i had no clue what i was. (it definitely wasnt straight though.) they came out to me, the first they told, but my memory strikes again! terribly, i couldnt remember them telling me. i hated myself for that, but lovingly, they didnt. i was there when they came out to their friends, where they realized i hadnt known, which is how they found out i didnt remember. we were happy, and neither of us made a move. by now, we are in seventh grade.

on the back end of the year, we went on a field trip to a museum nearby. we were partners on that trip and sat together on the bus. we talked about how, if we were married, i would be the dad. no THEY would be the dad. no because- YES because- and we argued about this. i almost told them seven separate times on that bus. i was filled with the longing to fall asleep on their shoulder, so for the last five minutes, i pretended to. then i laughed and looked up and they were looking at me and i couldnt breathe.

i didnt tell them on that bus.

but i knew i needed to, so i wrote, trashed, wrote, trashed, wrote, and trashed a letter again and again. the morning of the last day before spring break, a week of holiday, i tore out a piece of notebook paper, breathed, wrote everything down. i dont remember much, but i remember saying that i didnt fall in love with them -- i flew. and though cheesy, it was true. i folded it up real small and tried not to let my shaking hands drop it. i gave it to them in spanish class, seventh period, and told them to wait for after class to read it. at the end of the letter, i told them i couldnt handle yeses and nos, so i assigned a song from the lightning thief musical each to a yes, a no, and a maybe. i couldnt bear to hear the harsh answer.

i shook and trembled through my eighth period, ignored my friend tapping on my shoulder and soldiered through the crowded halls to their locker. yanked my shoulder forward again and again, too nervous to pay heed to my friend, before the hand grabbed my shoulder and gently turned me around.

it wasnt my annoying friend. it was them.

i froze, and my mouth went dry. i dont know what happened, but they pressed my letter back into my hands, grinning, and i read their words written on the edges and in the margins saying they were planning to tell me at the end of the year because they were a coward (not true!!) and that theyre so glad i loved them and that they loved me too that they loved me too they LOVED me and they tapped my shoulder and i looked up and on the little whiteboard in their locker, they had written I LOVE YOU and i couldnt stop smiling.

we spilled everything and hugged hard and fierce in that school hallway, too young to know anything and too naïve to care, and i walked them to their bus, our hands intertwined and we told a friend immediately and they joked that dating or not, we would be the same.

i came over to their house and sat on their trampoline that week and talked about boundaries and what we could and couldnt do and what we wanted and didnt want, whispering so their parents didnt know. i fell asleep at their house, longing to hold them in my arms and too afraid to say so. i slept two hours that night and lay awake for all the rest.

flash forward, eighth grade. i came out as trans, tucking my hair into a hat my friend lent me and pretending it was enough. they came out as nonbinary, and we loved each other through it all. but something was changing. every day, we wrote little letters to each other and passed them back and forth during lunch, and we only shared one class, i think. we didnt talk as much, and something felt like it was fading. i didnt want anything to fade. i overcompensated, like i did that first day when i moved, and did too much. it was exhausting on my end, overbearing on theirs. i didnt want to lose something i couldnt even believe i had.

the pandemic hit. field trips were cancelled, and we were holed away at home. i could talk to them only barely, since my parents still still checked my phone all the time. then they said i couldnt talk to them anymore because they had brought up asexuality about a show. i cried, told them, coded, and we didnt talk directly. instead, i set up a group phone call we could do once a week, but they were busy every time.

they moved for high school. a christian school nearby. there wasnt anything i could do.

fall of 2021, they broke up with me over text. i know, it sounds awful, but in code, they told me about a boy they liked in middle school and how maybe they werent cut out for each other. i cried to sour, pretending it was just an average breakup, and i wished i could respond, but i couldnt.

we didnt talk for a while. we hadnt talked for a while, because my parents didnt let me, but this time, it was even worse. i went back to school, made new friends, tried to forget them. people still came up to me and asked how they were. i smiled and said we broke up. i said it was mutual. i said it was both our faults. i said we shouldve tried harder. i smiled and said, its okay.

at some point, they texted me a poem that played on my name. a poem about how they - i - was the only one to truly listen. i didnt respond.

march of 2022, they texted me about a song that reminded me of them. circling round again, by the accidentals. i listened to it over and over and over again, barely doing much else. a song about breaking up and regretting it, a song about coming back together, a song about grief, and maybe, maybe, hope. i showed my friends, laughing it off. playing up the my ex is texting me back story. i listened to the song over and over and over again.

then i told my friend to text them my burner email, an email my parents didnt know about, then i realized i didnt trust that friend to remember, so i took another friend's phone and texted them myself. the next day, they emailed me.

they told me about themselves, about us, about how they missed me, eerily mirroring the reasons why i thought we broke up and promising to do better. i did the same. we talked more, through discord and tumblr, and slowly, we allowed ourselves to love again. awkwardly, i asked what we were, what were going to be.

lovers.

if it was okay with us.

it was okay with us, and so we were. i still miss them, and i wish i could hold them, but we're happy together and i love them so much. we talk every day, all the time, and we make sure we dont make the same mistakes twice. i know first loves arent supposed to last, but we both want to try.

its a two percent chance of us making it, but we've always been weird. i'll take those chances. and if we fall apart again, i know we wont lose each other.

right now, i love them so so much and i count down the days until i can see them again. they live not five miles away but the distance stretches too long, too heavy. our parents extend shields around us that turn into walls and we both long for escape.

i long for the day we can run to each other. i love them more with every passing moment.

gods, sorry this got so long!! it started out simple and devolved from there lol, and sorry for typos, asks are still not letting me backspace or delete. <33

holy shit. thank you so so so much for taking the time to basically give us such a detailed insight into your life and your relationship with them !!! this means a lot

thank you so much for sharing this and i hope you're both doing okay <3

#asks #anons

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brainless-but-thats-all · 2 years

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*wakes up after waking up´*

OK SO LETS RUN DOWN SOME POINTS IN NO ORDER

pages are incomic stated to have a vast pool of potential, but also to have the slowest forthcoming into that potential, with jakes hope bubble being the most direct example of the power he supposedly holds

Life is tied to many things, nature for one, but also with all of our life players, its tied to agency and being able to take things into your hands and desires(see: Condense who is a grown up thief of life, turns alternia dystopic. see also: jane is literally homestuck in the beginning of act 6, and the whole crocker manipulation thing)

Life is tied to richness and nurturing as well! what with all our life players being you know, very well off and not too badly, with jane and meenah's differences being due to their class (being manipulated through that goodness, and lacking it in the first place respectively)

now with that out of the way, LUCAS my boy lucas!

he grows up in the very nice town of tazmily! a place which is not only shown to be very rural before The Pigs, but also an incredibly peaceful town! it thrives!

however, lucas is also said many times in the game to be a bit cowardly and coddled when he is young, which would fit with the Pages theme of having a lot of their aspect, but not being fully able to use it

and for the majority of the early chapters, he really is unable to do anything

in a reverse situation of claus, who after hinawa's death immediatly rushes to try and get revenge in a fool's quest(justified, but still)

lucas does nothing, he runs away, he griefs, he is absent for a long time...

but when he comes back, he shines again, by getting the help of the drago mother, thus saving kuma salsa and wess

and then the years go by, and something i want to point out here(which im probably overanalyzing)

is that lucas is one of the only mother protagonists to really start out with a lot of psi! like even before he gets the power to do pk love and lifeup, he already has a lot! which reflects how pages do start out with some of their aspect, but need to be helped up along

and throughout his journey(so far as ive seen), he only continues to grow and grow not only by his own desire to do so, but also thanks to others' help! which is another trait belonging to the growth of pages, theres the magypsies, theres kuma who ends up inspiring that desire to be stronger, and although this doesnt affect anything directly, flint also gives lucas the courage badge

so now just as a quick clarify, theres one main distinction that i see between pages and heirs, because they are both very easy to mix up in regards to how they grow

heirs have always had the potential and/or ability to tap into their aspect, but just need to learn how to wield it

Pages on the other hand, do have it in them a little, but need the assistance of others in order to truly start reaching their potential

so anyhoo thats the lucas page of life theory, which i might update when i finish the game 👍

Incredible! Thank you for this i likes reading it a lot

#the mother 3 live reaction #lucas mother 3 #page of life

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beantothemax · 6 months

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ok so i saw 1 (one) shitpost and now thia idea will not leave my head so ima gonna scream abt it: freddyfive night punch out

(to be clear im basing most my fnaf game knowledge on ucn and my punchout knowledge on wii, cause like those are the only ones ive played)

so like in total the fight would involve freddy, foxy, marionnete, all the balloon children (including the lil uh oh how un fortunate bitch >:3 ),

and thats abt all the mechanics i feel could be fitted into this without it being too much to also juggle with punching

JAY I LOVE THIS SO MUCH YOU HAVE NO IDEA

having to ‘manage’ a bunch of lil parts on freddy like the music box and the various Foul Helium Children is SUCH a fun idea and in adore it immensely

AND HAVING TO QUICKLY FIND FOXY IN THE CROWD BEFORE HE JUST. FUCKING BOOKS IT TO THE STAGE AND UPPERCUTS MAC IS MAYBE THE FUNNIEST THING IVE READ IN A WHILE. LIKE!!!! OH NO DONT LET THE ROBOT FOX CATCH YOUR ASS LACKING MAC!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CJSNSHHSHSHXXG

and the whole power mechanic playing into the actual stage… augh that’s SO cool I love it

someone call next level games, jay has banger ideas

#asks #jayandthejets #fave

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0018.

do you think weird it’s for someone to have never tried soda? i mean probably weird considering how prevalent it is.

is there any foreign film you recommend? i dont really watch any foreign films

do you have the same religious beliefs as your parents? with my mom, i dont think with my dad.

which floor of your house/building are you on now? the second floor.

are there any maps hanging in your room? No.

are you often a third wheel? or is someone a third wheel to you? I have been a third wheel SO MANY TIMES and sometimes its fine but many times i wish it were different.

what’s the last dvd you bought? i could not tell you

tell me about your favorite pair of jeans. I had an amazing pair but it got ruined and im DEVASTATED

would you ride a motorcycle if given the chance? (or have you?) i have and i really dont have much of a desire to again

is your hair healthy? nope. i lost about half of my hair during covid and it hasnt grown back. i switched to a fancy shampoo/conditioner and thats helped a lot but i need to take nutrafol when i can afford it.

if a hotel offered free breakfast in bed, what would you order? like a breakfast sammy

how often do you take a train? I used to take it pretty frequently but i havent taken it in a couple years

what’s your favorite led zeppelin song? I dunno i dont feel like looking

does your home have a balcony/deck/porch? a porch. its beautiful

what does your closet/wardrobe say about you? im introducing a lotttttttt of color

do you enjoy theatre? I love going to watch it. im no longer interested in performing . its been too long since ive gone to a show tho. id love to go frequently but as it turns out i need money and friends.

how would you feel about traveling abroad alone? Its tempting.

who would you call a lyrical genius? Hmm. the writers for blue october

how do you treat yourself? in some areas VERY well. in other areas im a bit unfair

do you have an interesting passport? I don’t have a passport.... yet

are you going to pursue a career according to what you enjoy? yes

what happens to your old clothes? donations. a lot of them used to go to gram but now they are all donations.

what’s your favorite frozen treat? ice cream

if you wanted to go to the movie cinema, how would you get there? I’d drive

how many pillows are on your bed? LOL like 3857393.

would you pay more for organic food? no. consistently they say organic food is not inherently better have you ever had a crush on a sibling’s friend or a friend’s sibling? Nope

do you prefer being awake after everyone goes to bed or before they get up? for years and years now i stay up late and then i wake up early.

do you know much about feng shui? (do you use it?) i know mild basics and a lot of it i like

how would you make friends in a quiet class? this is a bizarre question. i mean, im friendly in nature.

are you generally a quick learner? I guess it depends. When it comes to math…. never.

what’s your favorite spot to read? bed, porch, couch, wherever.

do you save tickets from movies, etc.? If the movie/memory has significance.

when’s the last time your bedroom was painted/wallpapered? uhhhhhh maybe like 10ish years ago.

if you randomly want to eat something in the house, do you eat it or wait? Uhhh... i would guess it depends. if im about to eat something else or if i have plans or something then i will wait. but otherwise theres not really a reason?

who knows the most about you (besides yourself)? this question makes me sad. i feel like no one really knows me right now. i definitely dont share my life/stories with anyone at all like i once did. i feel very umm.. removed from people. i dont really have anyone im close to right now.

do you have a nervous habit? (e.g. biting nails, tapping feet, smoking) uhhhh maybe cracking my knuckles

how’s your favorite pro sports team doing lately? off season. they def havent been ideal lately lol

would you be/are you a good role model to a younger sibling? that............ i hope would be true

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shamelessmechanicalbrian · 1 year

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saw someone post about what job they would have at the FBC and theres so many interesting positions

i would love to work anywhere in the research sector. i used to daydream about beign a cafeteria perosn because it keeps you away from all the crazy but now im just trying to figure out what job would keep me closest to Darling and Pope.... mlm wlw solidarity i think. i would do anythig for them scrambling around doing shit nothing tasks just so i can see them work

i think the astral exhibition would be way too scary though. fuck that the hypnosis lab would be so cool. also the ritual division!!! my favourite i would love to be there and then Darling is there and we are friends. luck and probability is really nice to walk around but i think i would go crazy. HELLOO HRA AND EXTRASENSORY LAB . i would just fuck around with it all. somebody play 8hours screen tapping asmr it will heal everyone

also dead letters archive would be so fun. sorting and reading and comparing and also being connected with rituals div??!! amaizng, astounding. beautiful.

ALSO NOBODY TALKS ABOUT HOW COOL THE CONTAINMENT SECTOR IS. all of the slop and scaries down there i think being a panopticon guard would be dope as hell. today i will be supervising the screaming toilet. also all of the P6 business would be fun to hear about. Darling rushing around every so often going crazy about his experimental son it would be so silly

also thinkjng about how all the stuff they record is old analog methods. tapes EVERYWHERE. paper and files fucking flying around. i suppose dropbox isn't particularly viable with those old ass computers. do they have to train everyone to use all that old shit? no iphone in the oldest house they will explode. do government bureaucracies still use paper? not even a little bit of google docs?

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miekasa · 3 years

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speaking of college boys, what do the college au aot babies study??

Okay, okay, I think I’ve talked about this in an ask before but I can’t find it 😭😭 but it’s okay, I love college aus, so I’ll talk about it again! Plus, now I’ve got more thoughts for more characters, so here we go

Levi — neuroscience and psychology of human behavior

He started out on track to do a bachelor of arts in psychology, but when they touched on the anatomy and biological parts of it during his first year lecture, he switched to a bachelor of science.

The focus is still psychology, but through a more clinical lens. Essentially, he gets the best of both worlds this way. He’s intuitive and analytical, so clinical and mental diagnosis is easy to dissect for him. He’s also canonically good at math, so the calculus and stats parts aren’t too bad, either.

This major also leaves him with a few options post-grad, which is a nice bonus for him. He’s likely going to medical school, but that’s not the only route open to him: law school, therapy, lab work, medicine and pharmacy, even teaching are all viable options without going to grad school.

Do not talk to him about Freud unless you wanna get punted off a building.

Be careful with him, because with a single glance he’s already got scarily accurate predictions about your parental and emotional attachment styles, your behavior in social settings, and the onset (or seemingly lack thereof) of your frontal lobe development.

He thinks he’s so smart making comments like, “I see those synaptic connections aren’t working so well for you today,” like mf come here let me lobotomize you and see how well your synaptic connects are working after that🙄

Eren — general health sciences

He’s interested in science and the discovery aspects of it, but picking a specific field of focus right now feels too final. He likes it this way, because his schedule and requirements are less restrictive, and he has more room to find out what really interests him.

He does best when he’s doing something he loves, so picking a major with a bunch of reqs that he couldn’t care less about would have sucked big time for him. It also would have affected his grades. There are still some classes he has to take that he’s not fond of (see: chemistry), but that’s to be expected. Science in general is cool to him and he hopes to make his own discovery some day, even if it’s microscopic.

He also plays a lot of sports, keeping his schedule flexible is important. The sports end up helping him excel academically, which is a nice bonus. Honestly, Eren uses his time at university to learn more about himself than anything, so having control and freedom to do what he likes the majority of the time was important to him.

He uses his elective credits to take philosophy or history courses of his interest, or maybe even a course that you’re in just to spend time with you. He also uses you as a live model for his homework bye, congrats on being patient number one to him.

Armin — astronomy and physics

He’s still interested in marine biology, but unless he attended a school near a coast, or with a specialized integrated program for that, it’s unlikely he’d major in it during undergrad.

Space and ocean exploration aren’t all that different. Both are vast, largely unexplored domains that reel-in Armin’s interest for discovery. So, while studying astronomy, he still gets to study evolution and make his own predictions about what could be out there because there’s so much to know.

Physics comes with the territory of learning about planetary science, and he’s mathematically inclined, so it works out for him. Learning about the different physical properties of other planets and space masses is honestly pretty sick to him. Because math isn’t a struggle, he actually considered aeronautical engineering, but he didn’t want to be a part of the college to military pipeline; that is, he didn’t want any potential design of his to be weaponized.

He still gets to study animal biology through his elective courses, and might even find a few focused on marine animals to satiate him. Plant and cell biology are also of interest to him, and are just further applications of his primary study anyway, so he’s got plenty of room to work with.

This boy is interning at NASA and still, with his whole chest out is like, “I don’t need to discover a new planet, you’re my whole world.” Armin, go check on the Mars rover or something please.

Mikasa — anthropology + minor in japanese language studies

Anthropology is virtually interdisciplinary in nature, and Mikasa is a pretty well rounded student, so she’s able to excel in a program like this. She gets to study history, science, cultural studies, and even a bit of art all at once.

She’s still debating between going to law school vs med school, so anthro this is a good in-betweener. She gets a taste of science through her anatomy and kin courses; and lots of practice with reading and dissecting texts through the historical and cultural lectures. So, when the time comes to decide, she’ll have some experience with both.

Don’t know whether it’s confirmed that she’s (part) Japanese or not, but either way I headcanon that she speaks/spoke some second language at home. She wanted to delve more into it, and courses were offered at the university so why not?

Cultural studies courses end up being her favorite. She likes learning about the history of people and their cultures, and it encourages her to learn more about her own family history and culture. It also propels her to apply for a study abroad opportunity, so she spends at least one semester doing an exchange program and absolutely loves it.

She would also encourage you to apply and go, too. You guys might not be in the same program, but if there’s an applicable program in the same country she’s going to, then she’d definitely want you to apply. Spending the semester away with you would be a dream come true.

Hange — bioengineering + minor in political philosophy and law

It’s almost self-sabotage to be in an engineering program and have a minor; the coursework for engineering alone is backbreaking, and bioengineering has the added weight of human intricacies, but of course Hange makes it possible.

They’re nothing short of a genius, so of course they have time to work a completely unrelated minor into their schedule. It doesn’t surprise anyone that they go on to complete an MD-PhD after undergrad. Insane.

Bioengineering is essentially the synthesis of chemical engineering and health sciences; Hange spends their time exploring biological sciences and applies the engineering aspects of their coursework to their understanding of (and interest in creating) medicine. Truly a one of a kind mind.

They also have an interest in philosophy and justice, so when they found out they only needed a measly nine or ten courses to minor in, they went for it, of course. In honesty, they don’t find the studies all that opposing: both law making and medicine making both have some kind of philosophy or method to them in their eyes.

Hange has... little to no free time pls. They don’t mind it, because they love their coursework, but this means you are essentially ducking into their labs or scrambling to find them in-between their classes during your time in undergrad. They appreciate every second spent with you tho, and will gladly rope you into long discussions about their work.

Jean — biochemistry + minor in art sustainability

He was undeclared his first year, and took a little bit of everything: art, science, history, anthropology, english. Basically, anything that fit into his schedule. It was hard for him to pick one thing—he liked the science and lab applications of STEM courses, but not the math; and the obvious painting and creativity of art, but hated the pretentious air about art history.

What he wants to do is make a difference, which is how he ends up knowing that he wants to go to med school after, so he picks a science-heavy major, but uses his elective spaces to take art courses. When he mixes the two, he ends up on sustainability—and the complexities about it that are applicable to both science and art are what really reels him in.

Interdisciplinary studies end up being his forte. He can approach sustainability from a science perspective which impacts his art style and materials; and tuning into his creative side allows him to think about science not just from a purely clinical perspective, but from a human one, too—patients are people after all.

He believes that everything is connected somehow, even things as seemingly opposite as art and biochemistry. And he works towards finding the unique intersection where everything overlaps. His studies are pretty cool, and he’s very passionate about them, so ask him about it 😌

The art he makes is pretty sick, too, and often commentary about science; he’s proving they’re not so opposite. You also heavily influence his studies in both areas: caring about you so much inspires him to take the healthcare focus seriously, and your very nature is inspiration to his art.

Sasha — nursing

She’s friendly and good at working with people, so nursing was an easy choice for her. She accredits most of her motivation to being around her younger family members, and learns that she finds a simple kind of joy in helping to take care of others.

She struggles a bit her first year when it’s mostly all grades and standardized testing, but when she starts getting clinical experience and working in the hospital on campus, things round out for her.

Patient care is her strongest point. A lot of people often forget that knowing everything isn’t everything; if you don’t know how to calm or even just talk to your patient, you’re not that great of a healthcare professional.

Pretty certain that she wants to work with kids in the future, but she’s open to public health and even being a travel nurse if she finds opportunity there!

Of course, she’s pretty doting when it comes to you and all her friends. She might want to go into pediatrics, but the basics of nursing and health care extend to everyone, so you’re guaranteed to be well taken care of with Sasha around. You might even have to switch roles and take care of her sometimes, because her coursework can get pretty out of hand.

Connie — computer engineering with a focus on game design

He might not look it, but Connie has a brain under that shaved head of his. Computer engineering is cool to him because he basically learns about how simple things he uses every day (ie: phone, computer, microwave) works.

Systems and coding are actually the easy part for him, especially when they get into the application of it and aren’t just stuck looking at examples. That’s how he gets into game design.

The part about math and electricity and magnetic fields… well let’s just say he needed to make friends with someone who likes math and hardware his first year to get through it. But the struggle was worth it, because by his junior year he’s found a professor willing to mentor/supervise him as he works on his game and other projects, so life is good.

His school work is definitely hard, which is why the lives by the mantra of “work hard, party harder.” It’s only fair.

He makes you a little avatar so you can test out his games for him <33 best boyfriend things <33 He’d also… build a game about your relationship. Every level is a different date you guys went on, and he definitely includes something cheesy, like “There are unlimited lives because I love you forever babe <3”

Porco — kinesiology + maybe mechanical engineering

He’s pretty into athletics and working out, but didn’t wanna go down the sports psychology route; he wanted something that left him with a few more options, so he ended up in kinesiology.

He was surprisingly pretty good at biology in high school, so something stem-oriented works out in his favor, and it turns out he’s pretty damn good at anatomy, too. He’ll probably end up in physical therapy after graduation.

He’s also got a knack for cars, which is where the engineering comes in, but he doesn’t care so much for the math part of it (he doesn’t care for it at all actually, fuck that); he just wants the hands on experience of building/fixing things and working with his hands. So, if he can get a minor in it and not struggle through 4 years of math, then he’d do that. If not, he’d take a few workshop-like classes.

Because he wants to go into physical therapy, you are essentially his practice patient. Your back hurts? Not a problem, he’s basically a professional masseuse. Muscle aches? He’s got a remedy and understanding of why it’s happening. Don’t let him catch you hunting over your desk grinding away at your homework, because he will poke your neck and correct your posture (he’ll also massage your shoulders, but after the scolding).

Pieck — classics + minor in philosophy

Ancient studies interest her, but more than that, the language of ancient Greek and Roman culture fascinates her, so classics is the way to go.

Because her focus within Classics ends up being Greek and Latin language studies, she is essentially learning both languages at the same time. She gets farther with Latin that she does with Greek. For whatever reason, the former comes almost naturally to her, so her written and translated work is more complex in Latin.

However, she finds cultural studies relation to Greece more interesting than that of Rome, so it’s a give and take with both; better at languages for Roman studies, better at culture and history for Greek studies.

Her minor is a natural evolution from her primary coursework. Ancient Romans and Greeks set the foundation for a lot of modern day philosophy, so it comes up in her major classes, but she wanted to delve further into the philosophy, and not just look at it historically, so she takes more courses to fulfill the minor.

Can be found laying on a blanket in the quad on a hot day, with her books spread out all around her, highlighter in hand as she works through her reading. You’re always invited to sit with her, and more often than not, it ends up with Pieck’s head in your lap, a book in her hands, and your own schoolwork in yours as you both read in each other’s company.

Bertholdt — computer science and coding

He’s level headed, good at planning, and above all, patient, so he’s cut out for this. He doesn’t consider himself to be particularly creative, which is why he doesn’t pick a speciality with lots of design; but he’s good at streamlining and ideas to life.

The patience really comes in when his code doesn’t run. It’s frustrating to scroll for two hours just to find out that the issue is a missing semi-colon in line 273 that he overlooked, but Berty will sit there until he finds it.

He’s also good at fixing issues. That’s not limited to issues in the code itself; it can mean finding shorter ways to produce the same function or loop, or integrating new aspects into existing code.

Also, he’d just be so cute, coding away on his computer. Just imagine: Berty working on his homework in the library, he’s got his signature crewneck + collared shirt look going for him, his blue-light glasses, a cup of coffee nearly as tall as him sitting at the corner of his desk. Adorable.

He’d make little codes/programs for you, too, even if it’s silly. A simple code that helps you decide what to eat for dinner or where to go on a date, one that shuffles different reminders for you, hell he’ll even forgo the torture of design engineering just to build you a little robot that says “I love you” to you.

Reiner — english + minor in justice & political philosophy

Everyone expects Reiner, star quarterback of the university’s rugby team, to be a business student or communications student; but no, he’s an English major, and he loves it.

Just imagine a guy as huge as Reiner absolutely manhandling someone on the field, just to show up in his lectures with a tiny paperback of The Great Gatsby tucked between his fingers with his reading glasses on. It’s so precious.

He’s always running a bit late to class—either coming from the gym, or practice, or oversleeping from exhaustion—but he’s so sweet to his professors and genuinely interested in the literature that they don’t give him a hard time about it. They can tell that balancing school and sports is difficult, and they just appreciate that he takes his studies seriously.

Yeah he’s in a book club and he dog-ears his books. What about it. They’re doing poetry this month and Reiner actually likes Edgar Allen Poe. Who said jocks can’t be sentimental.

He also reads a lot outside of his classes, and has a soft spot for coming of age stories. He usually empathizes with the main character somehow. His ideal weekend plans after a week of grueling games and essays is taking a long, relaxing shower at your place, while you both share a bottle of wine, and maybe even get you to read a chapter or two of his current book out loud to him.

Annie — clinical psychology/neuroscience

Almost scarily analytical and methodic, so this major was calling her name. Localizing brain legions is… insanely intuitive to her it’s incredible. She’ll be an insanely impressive doctor someday, even if she doesn’t end up working with patients directly.

She doesn’t care too much for the more philosophical/reading heavy parts of psychology. Even experiments and research closer to the social end of the spectrum aren’t all that interesting to her; but the brain science behind it it.

Nobody should be good at cellular biology. Nobody should be able to ace cell bio and neuro and calc and work towards their thesis proposal in the same semester, but Annie proves it’s possible.

Ends up working in one of her professor’s labs by her junior year. She was offered three TA positions working with first year students, but she swiftly turned them down. Teaching isn’t her thing.

She doesn’t bring up her studies to you unprompted, but if you ask her about them she’ll explain it to you. Her notes are color coded and it’s super neat, and very cute; coloring them is somewhat relaxing for her. She usually saves the coloring part for when you guys study together; there’s extra comfort in doing it with you around.

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