#Blips

[peloriq]

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[twitchingandsalivating]

[crumbleclub]

unreliable narrator.

a short one-shot from William Afton's perspective–sort of a character study– canon to blips. notable warnings for physical and emotional abuse and neglect, s//h, and sui// behavior.

William Afton did not want his son to die.

When his favourite child– Elizabeth, of course– had died, he had not enjoyed the feeling. William was far from an emotional man, so he was surprised by how absurdly difficult balancing his work and his science became over the following weeks. Sure, he wasn't blubbering on about it for ages like Henry had been after his daughter's death– which was cute, at first, but became rather grating after the first month or so– but he did feel as if something was missing. It disconcerted him.

No matter. It was an oversight; one of the few mistakes William had made in his life. It was not going to happen again.

William Afton did not want his son to die.

Of all his children, William understood Evan the least. The boy was... strange. Sensitive. He had been alright as a baby– quiet, but adventurous– but, as he got older, the child's temperament had changed. He cried and cried over every little thing, and– while it was annoying, yes– William found it to, more notably, be confusing. He hadn't thought much of it at first– his first boy had gone through a similar phase– but the fact that he hadn't outgrown it by the time he was entering his school years was baffling.

Even so, William had treated him rather well. There was food available to him in the fridge, he was given clothes that fit, toys to play with, and high-quality medical care. Evan had been born with a cleft lip and palate– which William had paid a handsome sum to repair– and he'd required tube feeding as a baby. His mother had been wrought with the aftereffects of a turbulent pregnancy at the time, so the boy's care had fallen to William.

Caring for any infant was both tedious and fairly unsanitary, and this one had come with extra responsibilities. Still, William had done a good job. If he had grown up in William's childhood home, he...

Well, no matter.

As Evan got older and grew more daring in his exploration, the boy's father had gone out of his way to keep him safe. Nothing like what had happened to Elizabeth would ever happen again, because William would find a way to always be watching him.

The bear had been perfect. A radio, a camera. William would always know what the boy was doing, so there was no risk of him running his mouth, and there would be no repeat of Elizabeth's fate. Evan would be safe.

William had sacrificed quite a lot for children he didn't love. Elizabeth was likeable, at least, but the others...

Meh.

William Afton did not want his son to die.

The scene had been bloody. William could smell it as one of the panicked party hosts led him out to the dining area. His composure was intact, but the speed with which his legs carried him to the site was uncharacteristic.

The boy was pulled down. He lay limp in his father's arms; lifeless, but breathing.

Michael had done it, apparently. William was only a little surprised. It wasn't as if William hadn't encouraged the behavior. He wanted to see how far it would go, whether the boy had any potential, but Michael had always been just a bit too concerned with the wellbeing of living creatures for William's taste. His incessant fussing over the wounded mutt in their driveway had spoiled William's opportunity for a perfect kill. The behavior was swiftly corrected, of course, but William couldn't do those things at home anymore. Michael had ruined it.

Light bullying aside, doing any serious harm to William's things was off-limits. Michael should have known that.

William Afton did not want his son to die.

Six days. Evan had fought for six days, and William had been by his side in the hospital the entire time. He'd even taken off work.

William had been there when he died. It was a peaceful occasion, unlike any of the deaths William had seen before.

He was holding his son's hand when the breathing stopped, eyes fixed on the tight gauze fastened over a broken skull and swollen cheeks.

It would be fine. William could fix this.

William Afton did not want his son to die.

Michael couldn't be left alone anymore.

It wasn't something William had expected. Evan's death had carried the glimmering hope that Michael may have taken after his father– a delightful treat, because nobody was ever like William– but the man felt his hopes being quashed with each moment he spent with his remaining child. In response to the event, Michael had become... irrational.

William hoped it was temporary, because his patience was wearing thin. The last time he'd been left unattended, William had come home to a fairly lackluster attempt at hiding the arm Michael had made striped and bloody, the sound of something metal clattering into the sink.

It was a curious behavior that William didn't really understand, but– after a few cycles of observation, and one occasion of the boy losing control and going a bit too far– it was one that he had decided was bad.

Michael had been disobedient with the new rule. He'd also gotten more creative; more impulsive. William had to start child-locking car doors. It would cast a very unflattering light on William were all of his offspring to die in such a short span of time– and he was conscious of that– but there was something else.

William Afton did not want his son to die.

The boy quaked where he lay curled up on the couch, lip quivering and eyes on the telly. William watched from the other end of the sofa, exhaustion starting to seep into the look of dull interest that marked his features. This had been going on for too long.

Twice. Twice, today, Michael had broken the rule. William was tired from a long day of work, but he wasn't confident that, were he to go to bed before the boy fell asleep, Michael would remain relatively intact by morning. So, William sat with him.

Hours later, though, he was still awake.

William spied the clock on the wall. Four in the morning. This was getting ridiculous.

Sighing, William leaned over and tugged the boy towards him, pulling him by the back of his collar as if it were scruff on a cat.

Startled, the boy flinched, almost trying to wriggle away before deciding better of it and falling eerily still. He stared up at his father in frightened askance, voice faltering as he hesitated in questioning the action.

"Father, what...?"

William situated the child in his arms, feeling a twinge of annoyance at the inconvenience. Michael was nearly fourteen; he shouldn't need such coddling.

He positioned the boy's ear over his heart, allowing him to hear the steadiness of his father's breathing and heartbeat. This maneuver had always helped Michael fall asleep when he was a baby, and it was going to help now.

"Pipe down." William shifted, as miffed by his own actions as he was annoyed with the request for an explanation. William was as unused to this sort of thing as his son was, and he was making himself uncomfortable. "You need to go to sleep. I don't want to have to miss work because of you."

Still shaking, the boy quieted. William leaned his head back and closed his eyes, a silent request for sleep to consume them both.

In the quiet of early morning, the simplest of sentiments was the only one that rang true.

William Afton did not want his son to die.

[lazaragoza619]

The Quiet

It’s late.   I take a deep breath.   In this quiet moment I let the tears flow. I prefer to cry alone.  I’m authentic in this moment. The fear is real. The moment is surreal. I feel gratitude for the moments I have left. “One breath at a time”  I say when it’s just us.   A reminder to us both. I play music, we stare at the TV show.   I can’t do the quiet with her. The thin thread…

[happyetmuriel]

[crokomoko]

blips!

[autumnmobile12]

Based on the way Touya and Fuyumi behaved in their very early years, I've always gotten the impression the Todoroki family started out with something of a healthy dynamic.

The reason they were born was pretty twisted and Endeavor's ambitions may have made the foundation rotten, but I think they were 'fine' until the genetic disparity with Touya's Quirk was detected. What's sad about that is if Touya didn't have that issue, he and Fuyumi would probably have been the only two siblings. Endeavor wanted Touya for a successor. Rei wanted Fuyumi so that Touya would have a sibling and they could support each other.

Natsuo and Shouto were born because Endeavor's ambitions meant more to him than his family.

And tragically, Touya and Fuyumi are the only two kids in that family who can remember this happy life. It's why Fuyumi was so desperate to get it back, and in his own warped way, Touya also tried to reclaim it.

Here's the thing that gets me, though:

It is very common and normal for a toddler to prefer one parent over the other. Usually, it's the parent they're the most family with: The one that stays home with and takes care of them.

Remember, to a toddler, everything is new and potentially scary, and that can often include a parent that is not always present: The parent that's working.

In the Todoroki house, Endeavor had his career as a hero, so we have the indication that Rei was the parent who stayed home. In that situation, the probability of Rei being the 'familiar parent' was more likely, so for Touya to prefer his father over his mother shows just how close he was to Endeavor. That probably happened because 1.) we can see Endeavor started training him at a very young age, and 2.) Fuyumi was the new baby and probably needed more attention from their mother, so Touya may have gravitated away from Rei on his own and went to his father instead.

Touya didn't see his father's ambitions for him. He didn't see that he was a successor as opposed to a son. What he, a child, saw and understood was that his father loved him and wanted to spend time with him. After the genetic disparity was detected and that pride and affection disappeared, he didn't know how to cope.

In contrast, Natsuo and Shouto never even saw the family happy. Natsuo was three-four years old when this happened. Fuyumi looks devastated that things aren't her version of normal. Natsuo just looks confused because, again, everything is new to toddlers. This was the normal he grew up with. Touya attacking Shouto might be one of his first memories, so he never stood a chance and that is why he left home the moment he had the opportunity.

It also explains his lack of understanding for Fuyumi's hope for a normal family. Fuyumi's mindset runs as, "We had that once. It's possible to have it again." Which in its own way, expecting things can just return to the way they were is a little disrespectful to her brother that died, and I think Touya's reappearance did shatter her illusion since she never brings up 'being a real family' after Dabi's Dance.

The point is, since Natsuo never saw what Fuyumi and Touya saw, he can't see what she wants to return to, so her decision to forgive their father is one he can't comprehend.

And if Natsuo can't remember the happy family, then there's no way Shouto does because this is what their home looked like by the time he was old enough to start forming concrete memories.

We're looking at two different sets of children, the older pair and the younger pair, who started out with very different childhoods.

[deerspherestudios]

Chea! Something popped kn my head when mc and mychael goof around on the 3rd day. Spesifically when mychael got playfully annoyed at mc for "free yarn real estate" (pfffff) and pulled out his languange outta nowhere. Im bilangual so the how would mychael respond if mc just rebuttled him with in that scenario a different languange that he doesnt recognize?

Oh my god, considering him being in a playful mood and also wanting to be annoying on purpose at that moment?

He would just keep talking his nonsense language, so either you back down first and let him win OR continue on with the string of conversation that goes nowhere since NONE of you know what the other is saying,, 😭

Y'all might as well be talking to each other in hieroglyphics.

[blip-blip-blop]

modern arthur loves stealing merlin's clothes <3

(hc: merlin owns an obscene amount of wizard/magic merchandise because leon finds it hilarious and gifts merlin everything he can find)

[peloriq]

I’ve abandoned x and Bluesky doesn’t have private accounts yet. I find myself wanting to come here to vent like the old days

Anyways isn’t existing fucking embarrassing

[crumbleclub]

ficlet about conditioning and psychological torture.

canon to blips.

"Say it, Michael."

Tears covered his face, burning and uncomfortable. His eyes didn't leave the ground.

"But–"

He silenced as a hand came to rest on his shoulder, gripping hard enough to bruise, before it relaxed. A warning.

"Say it."

The stuttered inhale that rattled from his lungs was pathetic. He was pathetic.

"...I w-wanted to kill him."

A hand on his cheek. This touch was meant to be comforting; Father never went for the face, at least not on purpose.

It kind of was. The feeling of his own shoulders relaxing made Michael feel sick.

"And?"

"I'm... glad he's dead?" This was a question. He couldn't remember what William had asked for; the last few hours were a haze. Hours? Had it been that long?

Maybe he was misremembering.

Father smiled, so he must have done something right. It was a sick, sadistic grin that made Michael's skin crawl.

Right now, though, it was a promise of safety, at least for a moment.

"Look in the mirror, Michael."

Michael's chin rose. His eyes were red, his face blotchy. The blood on his lip started to scab where he'd bitten it, and he had to sniff to stop his nose from running.

Disgusting.

"What do you see?"

"A murderer."

William's smile finally reached his eyes. "Good."

He pushed Michael's hair back over his ears, and the boy fought the urge to squirm. He looked a lot more like his father with his hair out of the way.

"Look at me."

Michael did. A lifeless grey bore into him, the sparkle of amusement displaying the most joy he'd seen from his father in months.

Michael's eyes were blue. William said that they would fade, in time.

"Did you like to make your brother cry?"

"Yes."

A mantra, recited. The words were automatic.

Father's smile softened. This wasn't taunting; it was genuine happiness. This was William's only affection.

He paused before the next question. It was as if he was savoring the moment.

William's voice was quieter when he spoke again.

"Do you like to hurt people, Michael?"

Hesitation.

He couldn't wait too long, or he would be punished. Michael didn't need long, though; it was fine. He would just need to pretend he was answering something else.

"...Yes."

The arms that wrapped around Michael made him feel sick, as his father leaned down for a hug. He smelled like cigarettes and scotch and burnt metal. Michael thought he heard his father say good, but he wasn't sure. His head was swimming.

Michael's eyes flicked back to his reflection. He stared at himself from over his father's shoulder.

He was tall for his age, but William's figure dwarfed him. He looked small and fragile; a twisted creature made of paper and glass.

The only child he'd ever wanted to kill was the one who lived inside that mirror.

[lazaragoza619]

Low grade depression?

I know the term low grade fever is used when describing someone having a fever that is not dangerous. I feel like these last few months I have had a low-grade depression, because I am functional, I go to work, I make an effort to sociable for the most part. But the solitude that I normally cherish and value and find satisfaction is not fulfilling. I find that the things that I love are starting…

[threeacttragedy]

Is anyone else's radar blipping the fuck out today? 👀

[paintedcrows]

If I ask politely enough would you post more Gaster x Stanford art

The Silly Scientists!

[buckrecs]

𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙘 𝙧𝙚𝙘 : 𝙈𝙖𝙮

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