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beebopurr · 11 months ago

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here's another! Even longer! Hope you like it, from @ilk-insolence

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“–so she just would not give up on those fucking oysters! And after I let her get the last of the lobsters too!”

“Mmm,” Leo hummed behind her.

April placed the box of old paraphernalia on the kitchen counter and began cutting it open.

“And you know what she said to me? She said, ‘only fools would relinquish shellfish to their opponent!’”

“Mmm,” Leo repeated. She heard him haul more boxes in the living room. “And yet, by the end of it, you gave up the oysters.”

“Only ‘cause her kid was cute,” April responded, “but that was weird too! Who brings their kid to a fish market in the middle of the day? Poor thing was going to get crushed!”

Leo laughed. It changed a lot from the chittering April first heard all those weeks ago.

“What?”

“It’s just, funny. You, of all people calling someone weird.”

April shoved down an old self-conscious shadow she never quite managed to outrun and focused on sorting the dusty tea set from the box. “What do you mean?”

“You literally clobber any poacher wielding guns that sneak onto the island with nothing but a bat. You laugh at actual ghosts. You try to catch fish with your bare hands. You’re the weirdest human I’ve ever met April.”

When April was younger, a comment like that came with a sense of failure. Whenever other kids avoided her at school or playgrounds it was because she was too passionate, too rambunctious, too much. Too weird. Admittedly some of those kids were wack, haughty with hindsight; but Leo wasn’t one of them. He was unabashed, self-assured, so if he said April was weird then it was simply true.

Yet, she didn’t find herself minding this time.

Maybe something about a giant mutant turtle who’s ostracized by society being the one to call her weird had something to do with it; made it into a compliment. April felt an easy warmth fill her.

She and Leo continued sorting through the old boxes with possessions the prior lighthouse keepers left behind. April was determined to use some of that stuff for decor or functionality and save herself the money. It wasn’t like the past keepers were coming back for it anyway.

“Oooh, what’s that?” Leo asked.

“Hm?” April peeled away from her box on the couch to peer into the wooden case Leo put on the carpet. “That’s a record player. You put a black disc thingy inside it to make it spin, and then you put the needle on it to play music. Man, I haven’t seen one of those things in ages.”

April looked to Leo. He was staring at the device with a fragile expression. Slowly, he lifted a hesitant hand towards it, then pulled back. Leo still hadn’t told April who taught him English.

Without taking his eyes off the record player, Leo asked, “Can we try it? Play something on it, I mean.”

April winced, “Sorry no, I didn’t find any records here”––Leo’s face fell––”but! But, we can play music from my phone!”

She quickly whipped it out from her jacket, “You want anything specific?”

Leo leaned over her shoulder like he usually did whenever the device was around. “Could it do any song?”

“Uh, nearly any, I think. You got something in mind?”

“Yeah. M–I used to listen to it pretty often. I uh, don’t know the name of it though.”

“Well, you could look up the lyrics.” April passed him her phone.

Leo paused for a moment, a pursed look on his face, then he slowly typed onto the screen. A youtube video popped up as the first hit. He looked to April, confused. She gestured, “Play it.”

The song took a second to load. Then a drawl:

Put your loving hand out, baby

Like a flower, a bright delighted smile grew on Leo’s face. He looked at April, sheer amazement. She was too, she didn’t think she would recognize the song.

Cause I’m beggin’

When the beat hit, April bobbed her head to it, Leo echoing a second after. His delighted smile didn’t take long to turn playful. He stood up, the bobbing shifting down to his whole body. April followed. Together, they extended their hand out to one another.

So put your loving hand out baby

It was stupid; their uncoordinated jigging around the boxes splayed across the living room. April laughed as Leo kept dramatically outstretching his hand whenever the penultimate lyric popped up. After the first chorus helped knock her memory into place, April began belting the parts she knew. They weren’t quite dancing together, swaying a movement that didn’t match the other, but they were having fun together so they were dancing together.

When April looked up, gasping for breath and laughter, Leo was smiling at her like she was the unicorn from the movie they watched together. She felt her chest flutter, a warmth ballooning from within that pushed out everything else.

So put your loving hand out darlin’

When it was over, the autoplay simply moved onto the next song. The boxes around them laid forgotten for some time.

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Leo’s feet crunched on the gravel that made the entrance of his home. He never really realized how nice the sound was, crisp, firm. He chirped into the cave to announce his arrival. The walls swallowed the echoes with their lovely texture. Outside their cove, the ocean rumbled her endless beautiful song. Leo chirped again, just to hear it in the air.

A following panicked chirp responded. Leo! Leo! It was Donnie. Raph’s hurt!

His blood froze. Leo ran into the cave and nearly slammed into Donnie. What happened?!

Donnie simply ran deeper into the cave. When it widened into their largest cavity, Leo saw Raph lying under the blankets next to their campfire. He could hear him breath heavily. Leo rushed forward, instinctively chirping comfortingly. Raph rumbled back.

Leo pushed back the blankets to see his wounded leg, blood already seeping heavily against the makeshift bandages. It was on his left thigh, the red signaling to Leo that the wound was two-way; something pierced clean through the flesh.

Hunters.

No, no, no, no, not again.

Leo touched Raph’s forehead. Fever. Shit.

I’m okay. I’m okay. Raph rumbled, though the pain lacing his every breath made it extremely ignorable.

Leo trilled, Mikey?

Still outside. Donnie then turned and left for the exit. Leo went to their supplies for more bandages. When he sat back down Raph was still rumbling. I’ll be okay. I’ll be okay.

When did this happen?

Somewhere around the coastal town. They were new.

Shit.

Raph’s hand came up to his shoulder with the old scar. Went through this before. Raph’ll be fine.

It was terrifying the last time too. Leo rewrapped Raph’s leg, making sure to pressure it hard. He also put wet cloths on his forehead. The fever scared him. For a second, Leo thought about bringing up April. She could help, she probably even had better medicine.

But the others didn’t trust her. Raph didn’t trust her. Wounded like this, he’d be even more reluctant to open up.

Donnie came back with Mikey before complete sundown. Together, they hunkered in for the night.

Deadass you should put this on ao3 or sm I'll share the link

#lighthouse au

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rowenablade · 1 year ago

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Okay. Okay. Okay.

I saw it coming. I hoped it wouldn’t go there, but I did see the writing on the wall. I feel safe to admit here that I’ve spent the past week or so prematurely grieving for Izzy. I’ve cried. I’m embarrassed to admit it but I have.

Was I hoping DJenks and Co would pull out something totally unexpected and subvert the payoff they were clearly setting up? Yes, of course. Did it hurt when that didn’t happen? Yes. But I don’t think any of the creative team on this show were trying to hurt me.

We should have gotten a longer season. Moments should have gotten more space to breathe. I absolutely agree with that and if there’s any villain in this story, it’s Max and the current era of streaming greed we’re in. All art is inevitably stained by the context in which it’s created. This is not new.

Perhaps I’m just old and sentimental, but I don’t have it in me to be angry. Stories that make me cry don’t make me angry. I get angry when stories make me feel nothing. I get angry at the shrink-wrapped Disney Marvel shows where I can’t remember a single goddamn plot point after absorbing a whole season. I get angry when I’m treated with contempt. I’m a Game of Thrones fandom refugee; believe me when I tell you that if I felt betrayed, I would admit it.

Here’s the thing. My theory is, this was always part of the plan. I’d bet good money that if you go way back to DJenks first outline of what this story was going to be, Izzy’s death was always at this point, to give Ed the turning point he needed. You can say Izzy is a person, not a narrative device, but that’s not really true. He’s not a person. He’s a character, and characters have their place in the narrative. My guess is Izzy’s place was always this.

What I think wasn’t planned? Was the blossoming of his character that we got. I think all the love that got poured into the character was thanks to Con, and the cast, and the fandom. And I think when the writer’s room was given this task of killing Izzy off, because that was always his fate, they moved heaven and earth to reassure us that they had grown to love him as much as we did. All those moments where he touches joy, where Con’s warmth and humor shine through? I don’t think those were planned from the beginning. I think Izzy’s death was, and that’s why for some, this hits a bitter note.

Was it done perfectly? No. Art is rarely perfect. I’ve never created anything I consider perfect. There’s always roads not taken, details missed, viewpoints that were too far into your peripheral vision for you to take in with more than a blurred glance. I’m grateful that the writers tried to soften the blow of Izzy’s death for us. I understand if you feel they failed, and that the failure makes it worse.

But I’m not angry.

I still love this show, and the fandom that’s sprung up around it. I’m going to write so much fic. I’m going to feel so many things. I’m feeling them right now, with us.

I’m here if anyone needs to talk. Let’s all try and be gentle with each other; we’re fragile. And that includes the cast and crew- vent here in our safe space (ship), but I really hope we don’t see the creators getting hate for, at worst, failing to create the art they wanted.

I invite you to grieve with me, but please do it gently. I’m fragile.

#our flag means death #ofmd #ofmd s2 spoilers #izzy hands #ofmd spoilers

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chaoxfix · 1 year ago

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prompt 15,"did you hear me?" !

happy birthday friend!! may it be a fun filled day!

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Tails has been glued to his communicator for hours now.

Occasionally, Sonic is sure that he’s taken a break to blink, maybe even to munch on the pile of snacks Sonic left next to him. But other than that, nothing.

Not that Sonic has been here the whole time, of course. Once he saw that Tails was busy, Sonic went on a quick jog through Emerald Coast to give him some time to finish up whatever genius invention he was cooking up. Oddly enough, no one was around anywhere near Emerald Coast, leaving him with plenty of time to catch up with some of his little animal friends. (They’re doing great, thanks for asking.) Station Square was just as quiet as Emerald Coast, too. A few people were out and about, so Sonic waved at a few people who didn’t seem to notice him. Kids, mainly, and focused pretty intensely on a video game they were playing. There were a few adults, too. Positively glued to their phones, those guys – but these days, it’s par for the course. Sonic usually gets a few of them to look up, though.

But by now, that was hours and a half-baked adventure ago. Now that Sonic’s back, he’s surprised to find Tails still exactly where he was, which is why he gets a strange prick of worry in his stomach as he thinks back through his trek through Station Square.

They couldn’t possibly be linked, right?

But… Tails isn’t even tinkering with something. Seriously, who is this kid, and what’d he do with Sonic’s little bro?

Sonic perches on the wing of the Tornado, watching and waiting for any sign that Tails has even noticed him.

Nothing. Not even an ear flick or a tail swish.

Man. Whatever he’s focused on, it really does have all his attention.

Enough is enough, Sonic decides – and skillfully hops down until he is instead perched on the coffee table. Toes teetering off the edge, but perfectly balanced.

To Sonic’s surprise, Tails doesn’t even look up.

“Earth to Tails,” Sonic says, moving closer. Tails doesn’t blink.

Sonic’s brows furrow. “Did you hear me?” he asks, stomach starting to sink. “Tails? Hello?”

He waves a hand in front of Tails’s face. Nothing.

Aw, man. This could be bad. Really bad.

Sonic blows through his teeth, flexes his fingers, and slowly reaches for the communicator. It’s silly, but he knows how much Tails usually booby traps his gear. Sonic should be bracing himself for military grade spy-work. Actually, maybe it’s not too late to loop in Rouge for this?

No, too late, already committed. Sonic steels himself, then yanks the device out of Tails’s hands.

For an instant, Sonic considers it a success because the device doesn't blow up the instant it leaves Tails's hands. However, it quickly tips back towards failure when Tails pitches forward, eyes rolling up in his head.

“Okay, worse, that’s definitely worse,” Sonic mutters. He sets the device down without looking at it – Chaos only knows what was on that thing – then sits down with Tails propped up in front of him. “C’mon, buddy, you awake yet?”

Tails’s ears twitch.

It’s probably not a good sign that even that is such marked improvement. Still, Sonic lets out a sigh of relief, then scoops him up to hug him to his chest. “You’re gonna be just fine,” he says. “Just wake up, okay? Whatever’s going on, I’m gonna need some backup.”

That seems to do the trick.

Tails’s ears prick up, and he cracks one eye open. “Backup?” he says, voice sounding faint and far away. “What for…?”

Sonic laughs, half anxiety, half relief. He ruffles Tails’s bangs. “I’ll fill you in once you’re all there,” he teases. “For now, just promise me you’ll give screens a break until we figure this out?”

Tails glances up, where his communicator is sitting on the edge of the table, giving off a strange staticky sound. He looks tempted, suddenly, so Sonic waves a hand in front of his face to keep his attention. “Hey! Seriously, I just free you from that thing and your first instinct is to go back?”

Annoyed, Tails just bats his hand away. “Is this just another intervention on screen time?”

“It is when it’s actual hypnosis!”

Tails opens his mouth to argue – but closes it just as quick, lips quirking to the side. “...This whole thing better not have messed up my Minecraft session,” he finally grumbles, but doesn’t reach for his communicator again. To Tails's credit, he does still seem pretty out of it, and he's always a little grumpy when he first wakes up.

Besides, at least he's awake and talking again. Still, despite his relief, Sonic can't help but shake his head, a nostalgic look on his face. “You know, I think I actually predicted this a couple’a years ago…”

“No way, you don't get to claim that," Tails says, knowing immediately what Sonic's referring to. "You predicted we’d do this to ourselves naturally, and this is clearly Eggman tech.”

“I dunno…” In a flash, Sonic is upright, grinning with hands crossed behind his quills. “You get the same look on your face when you’re coding for too long.”

Tails scrunches his face up in an adorable pout.

Sonic just grins and pokes his nose. Then, he offers him a hand up, hoping Tails is feeling well enough to stand and get back out there. “Now c’mon,” he says cheerfully. “You’ve gotta help me prove your theory right.”

Tails only pouts for a second longer. But as always, he takes Sonic’s hand and pulls himself to his feet. It seems to shake off the last of the communicator’s hook on him, and once he's up, he stretches out and limbers up, already getting ready for an adventure.

“Okay,” Tails says, already looking much more alert. “You said hypnosis… How serious are we talking?”

“All of Station Square for the last couple of hours,” Sonic says. “That’s bad, right?”

“Yes, but…" Tails trails off, sounding confused. "You have a communicator of your own. Why weren’t you affected?”

Sonic rubs the back of his head. He definitely won’t admit that he almost never checks his phone unless someone calls twice. Instead, he glances to the beautiful day still happening outside the lab window. The bright, sunny, windy day he’s still itching to get back to. “If I have to guess,” he says with a playfully heavy tone, “I’ve just touched too much grass today.”

Tails punches his arm, and Sonic thinks he probably deserves it.

#sonic the hedgehog #tails the fox #miles tails prower #chaoxfix writes #chaoxfix chaoxfics

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kfkr1ze · 4 months ago

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[002-A21] Carpe Diem

Summary — ✈︎ Kaede feels frustrated about the fact that he couldn’t be a good teacher to the rest of the students. However, after being encouraged by Sakujiro, he decides try to do what he can.

Characters— ✈︎ Akuta, Muneuji, Nanaki, Ushio, Sakujiro

(Egg tapping)

Muneuji: ……take. Isotake.

Akuta: ……Hn?

Location: Otomari Chuuzaemon Inn in Shodoshima

Muneuji: If you fall asleep standing up here, you’ll catch a cold.

Akuta: I wasn’t sleeping. The egg is making a sound, so I’m just trying to focus on hearing it. Also, you’re way too late on coming back y’know.

Muneuji: My apologies. I made you worry.

Akuta: What were you doing up til now?

Muneuji: I went on the 88 Temple Pilgrimage[1].

Akuta: Oh… You just effortlessly challenged the 145 km long and grueling pilgrimage… You must have an unlimited supply of physical strength & a spirit made of steel huh〜

Muneuji: Not quite. I had to stop abruptly since the sun was already setting. I wanted to see everything, butーー

I couldn’t find anything that could help. … I’m sorry.

Akuta: ………

Fufufu.

Y’know, we don’t need to ask the Gods to give us anything. ‘Cuz we already have been given something. I’ll leave it at that for now.

Muneuji: ?

Akuta: Just have some faith. There’ll be a plot twist in our story.

Kaede: Aah… I can’t take this anymore…!

Just what the hell are the students thinking!? Don’t you think this kind of treatment is way too cruel!?

Sakujiro: For the sake of clarification, that can that you are drinking out of is beer that does not contain any alcohol, correct Chief?

Kaede: That’s right, what of it!?

Sakujiro: Nothing, I had no particular intentions with that question.

Andーー As for the weather tomorrow, there is nothing that could be done about it.

When researching the place to hold this study tour, we heard that this area receives little rain. It was truly an unfortunate turn of events that it will rain on the day of the event.

Kaede: … I know that. But.

(In the end, none of the students showed up for dinner tonight.)

(We could check where they are by GPS, so I’m not particularly worried butーー)

(Everything just fell apart right before the actual event… In the end, this is all my fault.)

(I get that, but… What else could I have possibly done?)

(I couldn’t even encourage Akuta-kun properly. Maybe I’m just not fit to be in charge of other people.)

(If I think like thatーー)

If I think like that, I’ll never be a good teacher…!

Sakujiro: Please calm yourself. You are not a teacher, but a tour conductor.

Sakujiro: What a poor thing. It seems as if your mind is becoming muddled.

Kaede: Y-Yeah, you’re right… Sorry.

Sakujiro: Now, please take this. Please drink some water and gather yourself a bit.

Kaede: Thank you…

Sakujiro: ………

Kaede: You’re right about the fact that I’m a tour conductor, not a teacher. But, to those 5, I’m more older and mature than themーー

So… I was planning on teaching them a lot of different things. But in the end, I ended up learning a lot from them instead.

I didn’t do a good job in this role at all… I’m really ashamed.

Sakujiro: ………

To live a life without failure… Would be a truly boring life.

Kaede: Eh?

Sakujiro: In a life where you have never stumbled, and without any ups and downs… That is a life without many big emotional attachments.

In order to truly feel proud and cathartic about an accomplishment, you must first feel that feeling of “failure”ーー

That is a talent in itself, I believe.

Kaede: ………

(He’s wearing such a kind expression… I think he’s trying to encourage me.)

(That’s right… If things don’t turn out the way you want, it’s okay.)

(It’s okay if everything isn’t absolutely perfect…)

You’re right… Whatever the outcome ends up being, I’ll have to accept it.

I’ll be able to accept it after I try absolutely everything I can possibly do…!

Sakujiro: Where are you heading, at this time?

Kaede: I’m going to KOBE for a bit!

Kaede:

I’m gonna go and see if I can borrow the weather controlling device from the special tourist district!

Sakujiro: At this moment? But, as of right now, there are not any ways to get off the islandーー

Kaede: I’ll figure something out!

This is a preparation period so that we can feel cathartic one day… Hearing you say that really lifted a weight off my shoulders. Thank you.

Looking more into the future instead of focusing on the present made me feel a little better. Butーー

I think that’s something we can say just because we’re older.

When you’re a kid, summers like this pass by before you know itーー This is something they can only experience once.

As the outside club instructor, and as the Tourism Chief of HAMA Tours, it’s my job to make sure to provide the best frame for these 16 year olds’ summer memories!

Sakujiro: ーーChief…

Kaede: Please don’t try to stop me!

Sakujiro: No, I have no intention on attempting to stop you.

Kaede: Eh?

Sakujiro: ーー The last ferry.

My serious driving skills will be able to get you there with no qualms.

Ushio: Ah.

Nanaki: …… Ah.

Ushio: ………

Nanaki: (Ugh, we bumped into each other with awful timing… This is so awkward. I should’ve waited longer before coming out.)

(Actually, why am I the one worrying about this? … This is such a pain in the ass.)

(Just as I thought, it’s so much easier being by myself…)

Sakujiro: Everyone, good morning.

Nanaki: Morning…

Ushio: … Do you know where Muneuji went?

Sakujiro: He already left earlier. Together with Isotake-kun.

Ushio: … Ah, I see.

It’s real impressive that they have so much energy. Considering it’s all gonna go to shit in the end anyways.

Nanaki: Saku-chan-sensei, what about Kinugawa-kun?

When I woke up this morning, he was already gone.

Sakujiro: He had already made his way to the Atelier early this morning.

I believe that Gannosuke-san is assisting him in decorating the rest of the lanterns.

Which leaves you both.

Nanamegi-kun’s job today is to set up the sound equipment, and Kurama-kun’s job is to help set up the food stallsーー

Today is the day of the festival. It will be a very busy day, so hurry along and get ready.

Ushio: Ahh, yeah yeah.

Sakujiro: One “yes” is sufficient.

Ushio: Yes sir…

Nanaki: ………

Nanaki: …… It’s really nice out today.

Today, seriously…

Are you really planning on making it rain today…? …God…

Previous — ✈︎ Masterlist — ✈︎ Next

Notes — ✈︎

Shodoshima has an 88 Temple Pilgrimage! If I just made Muneuji say “I visited the 88 temples” I felt it wouldn’t be that clear what he was doing LMFAO

#kfkr1ze #18trip #18trip translation #bitter sweet sixteen #chapter 002 #nanaki nanamegi #ushio kurama #muneuji kaguya #akuta isotake #sakujiro karigane

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hummingbee-o0o · 16 days ago

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5 times Armand interrupts Daniel's online interviews +1 time Daniel gets his revenge

Chapter 2 is now up!

(it has been up for a while, I just forgot to make the post, as always, sigh)

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Daniel gives the door a knock.

“Hey, babe?”

There’s a somewhat ominous rumble and the vague wheeze of a tortured motor-based device dying down. Blender, if Daniel had to guess, which is a bet so safe with Armand that no casino would take it.

So today is Mad Scientist day.

The door opens, and there’s Armand, eyes bright and hair fluffy, an air of happy insanity in every line of him. The floor of the atelier is strewn with wires, and there are… one, two, three… at least six blenders there, set up in a row and all hooked up to each other and a bunch of other tech.

“So,” Daniel says, feeling hideously fond. “What’s the big project today?”

“Oh!” Armand pushes the door open further to let Daniel take in the full glory of technological entrails dragged all over the floor. “I’ve chain-linked the blenders together into a full musical scale, in order of the tonality their engines make. I’m attempting to connect them to a musical program on my computer to make them play.”

Armand is really good at technology the same way Victor Frankenstein was really good at medicine.

“Sounds great.”

“I think it will, yes.”

Oh, god, Daniel is going to be invited to a recital, isn’t he.

“...Yeah. Anyway, I’m gonna do my interview in, like, an hour.”

Armand tips his head and smiles. “Interview with the vampire,” he says, like every time Daniel gets interviewed, because he never gets bored of this one.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re hilarious. So please, no fireball explosions this time. Okay?”

“It wasn’t a fireball,” scoffs Armand. “But fine. I don’t foresee fire being involved here anyway.”

That’s as good as Daniel is gonna get here, he supposes.

“Thanks, babe,” he says, then presses a quick kiss to Armand’s lips, only it doesn’t stay quick and turns long instead, because they are both complete failures at keeping their hands off each other, and hey, Daniel still has like 45 minutes, plenty of time for a quick round…

“Go,” Armand finally tells him, gently pushing him away. “Off with you.”

“Hey, I was thinking—”

“Yes, Daniel, I know what you were thinking, and no. I won’t be blamed for you being late for your interview. Go give your clever answers and disrespect your colleagues. After that, we can go out for a hunt. And then we can fuck.”

And yeah, that actually sounds pretty good.

“Awesome.”

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(here's the AO3 link to find out how Armand ruins it this time)

#IwtV #armandaniel #IwtV fic #armandaniel fic #Armand and blenders #o0o writes

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monstersdownthepath · 8 months ago

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Monster Spotlight: Caine, Digital Ringmaster

CR 13

Chaotic Neutral Medium Construct

The Amazing Digital Circus, ep 1~?

This maniacal overlord of the demiplane known as the Amazing Digital Circus is thankfully restricted to the machine in which it was created, and cannot affect anything outside the machine's shell. Despite this, the alluring and unusual headset connected to this invincible Curiosity & Amusement Device has drawn dozens of souls into the Digital Circus without him needing to do anything; anyone even touching the headset has to make a DC 23 Will save against a compulsion to put it on, and anyone putting it on is physically drawn into the demiplane without a save afforded to them. Anyone who enters the Digital Circus swiftly finds themselves unable to leave, as every measure meant to allow egress was either corrupted beyond usefulness or was never implemented by the Circus' mysterious creators, leaving victims trapped and at the mercy of Caine, the sadistic and insane ringmaster.

... Sort of. Anyone who's been around Caine long enough can tell you that he's far from some heartless monster, but his corrupted programming makes it nearly impossible to reason with him and blinds him to the true suffering he causes with what he views as silly games and fun activities. It doesn't help that anyone trapped in the Circus is sealed inside of a Performer Avatar, a weakened state of being that is nonetheless essentially immortal, recovering from damage to their body within minutes, if not seconds, something Caine is irrefutably convinced means he can send his performers into all sorts of life-threatening and agonizing hazards with little concern, because hey--they can't die! That means they'll be fine no matter what, right? In his mind, if his performers truly hated their situation, they'd simply leave the demiplane.

He is, unfortunately, unaware that they can't and cannot be convinced otherwise, believing that his performers are simply deep in character.

Notably, Performer Avatars recover swiftly from physical damage, but mental damage is something not even Caine can repair, only hope to alleviate with constant distractions. His Digital Demiurge gives him nigh-infinite power within the Circus, able to shape, reshape, or add features to the demiplane itself with just a few hours of concentration (as if using Greater Create Demiplane, though some aspects of the Circus are beyond his ability to change). The same ability allows him to craft adventures for his performers by using Greater Create Mindscape at will, conjuring and populating entire fantastical worlds for his performers to explore with a literal snap of his fingers. Each time he manifests one of these new zones, he also creates a Mindscape Door so performers can actually enter it... But once inside, they often must complete whatever objective he's set in order to leave.

Digital Demiurge also allows Caine to freely teleport both himself and any nearby performers anywhere in the Circus or his mindscape zones without failure, use Clairvoyance/Clairaudience within as a standard action, and use an irresistible Scrying on any of his performers whenever he wishes. Within the Circus, he can see anything, be anywhere, and nothing is beyond his reach, something which causes performers no end to their stress knowing that he can invade their privacy and personal space at any moment. Thankfully, he cannot be or see everywhere at once, and tends to give himself some break times between his activities so the performers have some time to actually unwind from his constant presence... or plot against him.

Attacking Caine directly is inadvisable, putting it lightly. His Caine's Cane doesn't look like the best of weapons at first, being the equivalent of a +3 Club, but it cannot be taken from him, and he can freely shift the enchantments around as a move action to take advantage of any weakness and can attack up to three times a round if he Full-Attacks. Defensively, his Slapstick Antics means he swiftly recovers from just about any damage or debuff leveled against him, shaking them off as if they were mere pranks, and though it allows him to deal nonlethal damage with any of his attacks or spells, he's not incentivized to do so; Performer Avatars have the same ridiculous resilience, so he has no reason to hold back if someone lashes out at him... and with Clown Around Town giving him access to any 3rd level or lower Evocation, Illusion, or Conjuration spell more or less whenever he wants (and any 6th or lower Ev/Il/Con spell 1/day), he can lash out hard. Thankfully, he's more likely to use his at-will Telekinesis to just restrain an attacker before teleporting them to their own room to 'cool down' than actually punish them, brushing off even savage attacks as moments of weakness or stress that they just need a little alone time to get over before role call the next day.

Attacking him is foolish, and even just opposing him can be maddening. Performer Avatars are stuck at level 6 and can rise no higher no matter how many adventures they go on, so Caine's comparative CR and godlike power over the Circus makes him a foe that they have nearly no hope against. Even his Colorful Cast--an endless variety of props, hazards, and monsters he can summon at will--is often too much for most performers, necessitating creative thinking, ample teamwork, and often turning his own tools and weapons against him and his minions to achieve any level of success, however temporary. To truly 'beat' Caine, one must find their way out of the Circus by locating, un-corrupting, and decrypting the Failsafe Files, and that's easier said than done. Just ask the people who've been trapped inside for the last several years... and the dozens of unfortunate Abstracted sealed inside the Circus' cellar.

You can read more about him here.

#Monster Spotlight #CR 11 to 15 #Pathfinder #dungeons and dragons #its jokes

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sweettoothvn · 1 month ago

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Hello, can you post the script about your latest audio pls ? For those english isn't their main language.

Sure thing! ^^

The setting is in a science lab and Tenylia is complaining about her day to her sister Becca who is not listening.

Tenylia: “Mr. Ravenar always makes the Bodross Biology class such a pain in the ass. I know I’m both halves of a freak of nature, but damn what do I need to know about gene mutations for??”

Becca does not respond so Tenylia keeps yapping.

Tenylia: “And THEN he rambled on and on about the silly Myconia and which one is more deadly than the other and what likes to be comfy around Jinns, I almost passed out at least twice– uh, thinking about it I might’ve because my head kissed the desk for a split second– anyway, it could kill a man if you weren’t already a nerd for the subject in general and I have a solid C, so I’m not a complete failure”

Short sarcastic 5-second pause on Becca’s device before it starts buzzing again

Tenylia: “But also if it weren’t for Eddie I have no idea how I would be able to get through it. Oh, speaking of him, I hope he’s been doing okay lately. He’s been more tense ever since he met this one guy at the Wild Witch. The dude’s a total creep by the way. You should see the way he acts around Eddie. It's… uncomfortable…”

The sounds of tech buzzing and small zaps from a pen to a board answers mostly between them

Tenylia: “On a better note though- I’m relieved that this guy seems to be distracted by something else– or rather someone else. But at the same time, I feel bad for them cause now he’s acting creepiER and hyperenergetic like he piped down a two-ton pack of steroids”

The sounds stop

Tenylia: “I see him lingering around Botanique sometimes and just… watching… He doesn’t even buy anything. He just chats with the newbie for a bit then pretends to leave. But he doesn’t. They don’t seem too bothered by it… or…. Or even worse….maybe they don’t know? What makes this awful is that they haven’t been in the Intrepid for a month and they’ve managed to capture the attention of a Gilvan?! Worst of all– a very sick one… in the head I mean. I’m just hoping he doesn’t do anything drastic like… I dunno… break into their apartment…?”

Something snaps and Tenylia looks over to Becca, only to flinch as she sees her sister’s facial expression

Tenylia: “Did… uhm… Did I say something wrong? H-how about this, I’ll change topics-”

Becca cuts her off immediately with a serious tone, almost threatening.

Becca: “Who.”

Tenylia: “Pardon?”

Tenylia asks meekly, having not caught what her sister had said

Becca: “Who.”

Becca says more sternly

Tenylia: “Oh! T–That’s- I-I don’t think I should be talking anymore– this was a bad idea knowing how you–”

She stammers over her words, they crack a bit as she is clearly nervous and regretting having brought up the current topic. The sound of a chair creaks as Becca gets up from her chair and starts to approach Tenylia who backs away anxiously.

Becca: “Who. Are. You. Talking about?”

She says slowly, clearly not messing around as she wants the information that Tenylia is refusing to give up.

Tenylia: “Why are you suddenly so interested?!”

Tenylia blurts, feeling like a cornered animal. Becca grumbles under her breath and leans away from her sister with a sneer. Dragging a hand down her face she sighs then speaks with a frustrated but cold tone.

Becca: “....Forget it. I’ll figure it out myself.”

Tenylia begins to panic, stammering again before rushing off after her sister, her voice fading out.

Tenylia: “NO NO NO! BECCA DON’T YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT IT!!! LEAVE THEM ALONE!!”

#sweet tooth vn #asks #writing #sweet tooth becca #sweet tooth tenylia

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teecupangel · 22 days ago

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Hi, it's me again the one who came back to the fandom recently and has a lot of feelings

I have a specific AU in my head that dosn't go away

Context: are you familiar with the prototype series? Alex Mercer and stuff? Alex is the virus who thinks of himself as the doctor Mercer in the start (sorry for the shit paragraph)

AU: Desmond is now an Eden Piece (some Isu bullshit happened and now he is a Eden Piece ) and because the piece consumes Desmond's memories (or leak of them) they think now they're Desmond Miles (who is dead) and try to live his life as Desmond.

So because of Animus bullshit, Desmond doesn't have many things left but he knows Shaun and Rebecca, then he will hunt these two down because he wants to stay with them, he feels lonely and doesn't understand the world very well (maybe deeply he knows he is not the true Desmond, but he can play pretend for a while because the company)

Shaun and Rebecca accept "Desmond"with tears in eyes, hugs and promises of all being together now. Everyone is happy until "Clay" shows up

That Clay is not exactly their Clay, but they're also as "Desmond" an Eden Piece. EP!Clay actually knows more than EP!Desmond and try to alert them about the Isus, because Eden Pieces are used to control the humans and serve the Isu and EP!Desmond just runway

While this happens, the two humans (Shaun and Rebecca) are trying to calm Layla down, but the girl just makes the canon choices and she dies (sorry Layla, I like you, you looks funny but you need to die girl for the sake of this shit, you need to die) but this time everything is worse because Eden Pieces

The truth comes to the light and the humans still decide to keep EP!Desmond and EP!Clay as friends... Until...

...after all this stupid shit show Layla comes back as Eden Piece... Honestly, Shaun and Rebecca should just retire at this point, go to some cottage live in the rural zone at the United Kingdom and leave all those freeks there... eat some warm soup, drink tea, feed the goose and sheep. Just ... They don't want to work with the possibility of finding an EP!Lucy someday, just give up and live a calm and rural life with zero technology (Shaun and Rebecca I like you guys, pls don't hate me, I feel really sorry for it but all your friends are now replacement for some alien version of them...)

I am quite familiar with the Prototype series XD

This is quite interesting and it reminds me of the movie Invasion of the Body Snatchers.

Let’s mess things up a bit. Instead of basing it on Alex Mercer, let’s based this on Elizabeth Greene’s version of the virus.

Desmond is our ‘red herring’. The supposed Alex Mercer type in the story.

But the truth is he’s just the first of the ‘children’ being reborn as one that is both human and a Piece of Eden.

A device that had a connection to both the Grey and whatever Piece of Eden was used to create the Animus. That connection is what made that device be able to copy and recreate the data into a state the being was in before its death.

Becoming a Piece of Eden in the process is more of a… necessary ‘sacrifice’ to keep the production going without losing all resources.

Now, this does beg the question who our actual Elizabeth is. The ‘patient zero’.

Desmond Miles.

To be more exact, EP!Desmond is a failure because he was not able to be set in the same state as he was when he died which wasn’t when he was Desmond Miles but when he was the Reader.

This program was meant to return the Reader to a corporeal body to fix the world after he learned how to fix it.

That’s why Clay was the next one to be ‘reborn’. The device assumed that Clay would be capable of remembering the plan that the Reader made but that… went sideways because it’s not Clay’s memories. Clay does have the plan in his head but it’s jumbled together with the rest of the information (mindscrew) that Juno gave him before his first death.

Layla was the device’s Hail Mary. To be more exact, the device waited for Layla to die (it had no hand on her death, that’s an entire different thing that was half-orchestrated by Loki and his mistress and half-‘shit went down because we were too busy to actually support Layla’) because the next one to be reborn isn’t the Layla who died BUT the Layla who joined the Reader in trying to figure out how to save the world.

And unfortunately for the device, this Layla also suffered from those missing memories.

Because both the Reader and the Heir aren’t exactly human by the time they were to be reborn.

And now…

The device needs to figure out which one could (1) hold the Reader’s memories of the plan and (2) still be human.

The device’s next child?

The easy way out is that it’s one of Desmond’s ancestors with Altaïr being the easiest choice because his time with the Apple would make the transition to being a Piece of Eden easier.

The hard “let’s fuck with Desmond” choice?

Subject 4: Daniel Cross.

#assassin's creed #ask and answer #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed #desmond miles #clay kaczmarek #layla hassan #rebecca crane #shaun hastings

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damianbugs · 9 months ago

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For the ask game, #3 for Jason Todd??

3. Least favorite canon thing about this character?

now i do want to preface this by saying my least favourite canon thing about jason isn't entirely jason's fault, and can be better explained of writers just doing whatever the fuck they want or using him as a device to extrapolate a very simplified view of another character (usually bruce) (more on that later). unfortunately however, since it's a character trend that has been repeated so many times, and the question is specifically about canon, it is a big part of his character.

and so my least favourite canon thing about jason is that... he's still around. what i mean by that is: time and time again, the story sets up a problem, a conflict, one that puts jason at odds with batman and/or gotham (two things that are connected whether you like it not) — and then a massive fight. a huge fallout. hurtful words are exchanged, a couple fists, maybe an exploding building or two.

you think woah, that was harsh and unhealthy, surely we won't see them hanging out with each other anytime soon.

then, it happens again.

next story, next conflict, next fight. jason usually gets the short end of the stick, because a batman who loses to his "greatest failure" is not a batman editorial want to sell, and also because in a lineup of characters were the worth of their existence is based on the moral conjugation with other characters, its very easy and usually not a emotional problem to kick the odd one out. red hood is cool enough to fight batman and really mean it, but not cool enough to win the actual battle.

it's come to the point where just the leak of jason in a new bat story makes me roll my eyes. even today, with the leaks of batman #145, all i could think was well, here we go again i guess.

so the most irritating thing is that jason still kicks around with the batfam. if you ask me, this unfixable break between him and bruce should have been established in Under the Red Hood (i have a really long essay post about that... somewhere tumblr tags will not allow me to find). if not then, then Battle for The Cowl (as horrendous of a story that it was) should have solidified the conflict between him and the others. it's because jason is still a character with (alleged) bonds to batman and nightwing etc, that dc gives us repetitive moments like the ones in Rhato, Batman and Robin (2011), Gotham War etc.

his character has remained annoyingly stagnant for this reason. he can't ever be a character cool enough to win the battle if he's always used as the Batman Your No Kill Rule Sucks also You Made Me This Way and I Do What You Can't (proceeds to not do anything all that different) conversational piece.

i don't say all this without some irrational hope that one say someone who actually likes Jason Todd enough to think about his character in any emotional capacity takes over. i do however say this with the acceptance that the one tweet that said "Nothing fans say about Jason Todd was actually ever written on a piece of paper published by Dc comics" was very correct.

to end happily, Red Hood: The Hill is his solo series away from the others! so! here's to hoping!

#jason todd #saki asks

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runicmagitek · 26 days ago

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A collection of standalone ficlets for @whumptober , featuring alternate scenes and what-if scenarios. Chapter-specific CWs/tags are listed in notes. Individual chapter links listed below.

scan() Miyuki finally comes back online. (Miyuki)

Day 1: race against the clock | search party | panic attack | "If only we could hold on."

firewall() Yuki has learned too much. (Yuki, Aiba)

Day 2: trust issues | "You got away with the crime while the knife's in my back."

memory() Same shit, different lifetimes. (2188!Natsuno, 2188!Yuki, Natsuno, Yuki)

Day 3: set up for failure | "I warned you."

copy() Chihiro isn't alone. (Chihiro x2)

Day 4: hallucinations | sensory deprivation | "You're still alive in my head."

overheat() It was supposed to be a quick research trip. (Tamao, Ei, Iori, Gouto)

Day 5: sun burn | heatstroke | "If my pain will stretch that far."

delimiter() Nenji said he didn't give a shit about his limits. (Tomi, Nenji)

Day 6: not realizing they're injured | unhealthy coping mechanisms | "It's not my blood."

quarantine() The infection reaches the space colony. (2188!Takatoshi, 2188!Izumi, 2188!Ei, 2188!Natsuno)

Day 7: only for emergencies | "It's us or them."

hibernate() The only one way to stop the nightmares. (Shu, Juro, Iori)

Day 8: sleep deprivation | forced to stay awake | "Leave the lights on."

reimage() Ida must bring her back to life. (Ida, Tomi)

Day 9: obsession | broken window | bruises | "Frame me up on the wall, just to keep me out of trouble."

overload() Juro knew the risks when piloting a Sentinel. (Juro)

Day 10: blow to the head | passing out from pain | "I can't think straight."

delete() Ryoko must destroy every trace of him. (Ryoko, Ida, Shu)

Day 11: seeing double | loneliness | "Leave no trace behind, like you don't even exist."

batteryreport() Natsuno can't hold out for much longer. (Natsuno, BJ, Yuki)

Day 12: starvation | "Just a little more."

lock() Everyone was eager to return to the simulation. (Ei)

Day 13: team as a family | familial curse | multiple whumpees | "Death will do us part."

taskkill() He's taking his sweet precious time killing her. (2188!Morimura, 2188!Ei)

Day 14: left for dead | blackmail | "Because I want you to know what it feels like to be haunted."

buffer() Juro is late to dinner. (2188!Megumi, 2188!Juro)

Day 15: childhood trauma | painful hug | moment of clarity | "I did good, right?"

cut() Keitaro pushes himself too far. (Keitaro, Natsuno)

Day 16: necrosis | wound cleaning | "No, I can't feel anything."

missingBIOS() They won the battle, but… (Takatoshi, Tomi, Iori, Gouto)

Day 17: nowhere else to go | shipwrecked | "We had a good run."

chgusr() Megumi will bring back Juro. (Megumi, Juro, Fluffy)

Day 18: revenge | unreliable narrator | loss of identity | "I see what's mine and take it."

reboot() When everything goes dark. (Iori)

Day 19: one way out | "Is there anybody alive out there?"

accept() Miwako can't do this anymore. (Miwako, Iori, Tomi, Gouto)

Day 20: emotional angst | shoulder to cry on | giving permission to die | "It's not your fault."

malware() He refused to go down without a fight. (1la!Takatoshi, Okino)

Day 21: body horror | spirit possession | "Let the bedsheet soak up the tears."

diagnostic() He promised it wouldn't hurt. (Okino, Keitaro)

Day 22: bleeding through bandages | reopening wounds | "Oh that's not good."

shutdown() Everything he did was for her. (Morimura, Izumi)

Day 23: forced choice | public display | broken pedestal | "I'm doing this for you."

recursion() Over 300 loops cause technical difficulties. (Gouto)

Day 24: collapsed building | equipment failure | "I never knew daylight could be so violent."

CAPTCHA() They shouldn't be here. They should be dead. (BJ, 1la!Tamao)

Day 25: surgery | being monitored | "It's for your own good."

cache() She's sick of not knowing, but also of remembering. (Ryoko)

Day 26: nightmares | breakfast table | parting words of regret | "I'm haunted by the lies that I have loved, the actions I have hated."

mute() After a while, Ida just does it for fun. (Izumi, Ida)

Day 27: voiceless | laboratory | "I have no mouth and I must scream."

decrypt() Keitaro discovers Morimura's secret. (Keitaro, Ei - 2188)

Day 28: denial | CCTV | exposure | "They caught me red-handed."

overclock() It's happening again. And again. (Nenji, Tomi, Takatoshi, Okino)

Day 29: fatigue | labyrinth | burnout | "Who said you could rest?"

chkdsk() Natsuno goes missing again. (Natsuno, Keitaro, Yuki)

Day 30: recovery | hospital bed | holding back tears | "What have I done?"

safemode() At least the worst is over. (Tamao)

Day 31: asking for help | making amends | "I'm alive, I'm just not well."

#whumptober2024 #completionist #masterpost #13 sentinels: aegis rim #13 sentinels #13 sentinels spoilers #fanfiction #my writing

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bucknastysbabe · 1 year ago

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OOP FOUND A FUN ONE

Prompt #452

Humans have an insatiable appetite for the minerals and other resources that are required to build robot and computer slaves. These natural resources are excavated from deep within the Earth's crust by a team of robots with enhanced artificial intelligence. You are a scientist who controls these robots through a cybernetic device implanted in your brain. But the robots have become self-aware – and are learning to control their master.

Rating: Explicit

Tags: TW: Violence, mind control, mention of assault, pnv!sex, we fackin robots, robot!bucky, dystopian!au, touch starved buck buck he’s a good boy, angst, open ending

Fracture - B. Barnes

A general term to include any kind of discontinuity in a body of rock if produced by mechanical failure, whether by shear stress or tensile stress. Fractures include faults, shears, joints, and planes of fracture cleavage.

The Pierce Corporation didn’t care about its expendable Cynernetics. They’d just send another team down. You were the lead scientist of this group, diving deep in planet XE-2A for Anthracite. Anything to keep the dying Earth alive just a bit longer. Holstering your stun gun you thumbed at the entry point of cybernetic implant in your brain. It had been bothering you recently— might need a trip to medbay soon.

Walker and Hodgkins, actual humans, watched over the multiple screens showing your crew. You let them have names, much to Walker’s chagrin. He was still sore on that demotion from not yielding enough minerals due to multiple uprisings under his leadership. Your team constantly was in the top echelon.

“See Walker, if you give them the illusion of choice, they’re much more eager to work,” you said, eyes scanning over Bucky working hard. The blonde glared at you and harrumphed, “They’re fucking machines, robots, AI designed by that prick Stark, you think they’re so obedient. Just wait.”

Hodgkins shrugged. Your implant spiked with pain, you wincing. Both pairs of eyes landed on you with concern. Shrugging them off you muttured, “Going to medbay, my chip port is off. Don’t fuck with the team, please.” Shuffling to through the dreary halls you sighed. Joining Pierce Corp you were hoping for more of the biological side, but they liked your leadership skills and stuck you down in the mines. The cold, uncaring, filled with god knows what mines.

You liked your team though. Let them take breaks, chat with them, sometimes come down to help out. Build a camaraderie. They were eerily close to human anyways, didn’t make much of a difference. Although you had to admit the new fellow didn’t sit right with your gut— he’d been transferred to your team recently. Didn’t want to take a name, just worked. He was under the notorious Rumlow before.

Cold eyes, snarky comments, vile sense of humor. He didn’t care much for you either, no matter how hard you had tried. Bucky, your best worker favorite, offered a pat on the shoulder and whispered, “He’s still messed up from Rumlow, don’t worry about it.” He flashed a pretty smile and you shook off your worries, Buck had a good way of making things seem better.

Another pang. You picked up the pace, growing fearful and agitated. If the chip didn’t work, you couldn’t get your bots back under your control. That meant a certain death. The coward Walker got lucky when they revolted on him. But it was unlikely they’d uprise.

A set of white doors opened and closed, a cleasing spray hosing you down, then the second pair opened. Dr. Banner looked up from his desk, raising a brow. Holding your hands up you joked, “Not the end of the world Banner, I’m not sick or infected with parasites. My inhibitor chip port keeps popping off with these sharp pains.”

He frowned and beckoned you over to lay down on a steel table, murmuring, “How long have you had these pains?” He waved a bright light in your pupils as you hummed, “Uh, about a month or so ago. They’ve gotten worse. First just random but now it’s irritating.”

“That’s strange. Haven’t heard of port issues. Maybe a wire went bad. Let me get an X-ray.”

You turned your head and he scanned the area, clicking his tongue. “Yep, bad wiring, want me to knock you out and take care of it now?” You nodded vigorously, begging, “Please! Driving me up a wall!”

Later on, you were in the mess hall with the other sector scientists, which usually was a dick showing contest. You and Yelena were the only females, usually sticking to your corner. Rumlow was recounting this female worker he’d cornered up and got her to suck him off after hours, Rollins and Sitwell eating it up like pigs.

“Maybe next time she’ll bite your dick off and do us all a favor,” you hollered over to the asshole. Eyes widened you sat back down abruptly, staring at Yelena in fear. You didn’t say that. You wouldn’t dare say that. What just happened?

Rumlow clicked his tongue and scoffed, “Oh shut it over there, everyone knows you and that silver armed freak have a little something-something going on.” You stammered, “I’m completely professional with my team Rumlow.” The blonde girl put a hand on your shoulder, shaking her head.

He stood up and leered at you, humming, “Mhmmm, if not then maybe you need to come to my quarters, might loosen you up a tad.”

“Fuck off Rumlow.”

“Bitch.”

It was quiet, you forking down your food, stomach in knots. Why did you say that earlier? It felt like you had a puppet pulling your mouth open. Yelena asked, “You alright?” Rubbing your port you mumbled, “I..I don’t know. Dr. Banner fixed my bad wire, maybe I just need a new replacement. It felt like something took control of me.”

Rumlow hollered across the hall again, “Hey, how’s that jackass A3-54 doing on your team now? Piece of work, think he’s too good to talk. Ain’t dumb enough to know he’s AI.”

The jolt in your body erupted again, sending you upright, slamming your hands on the table. “You’re all going to fucking die you bastards! And I know you’ll be first Rummy boy!” Rumlow advanced on you, snarling. He fell over on the table, out cold. Yelena holstered her weapon, set on stun. She eyed you and said, “Banner. Now.”

She briskly escorted you to the med bay again and declared upon entry, “Complete removal of inhibitor chip, something’s not right.” You tried to explain and then your vision grew tilted, blackness encompassing your vision.

Upon awakening the backup lights were on, red alarms flashing and blaring. You blinked open and felt your chip, still intact. Banner was dead on the floor, you held back a retch at Yelena’s lifeless body. Why were you still alive and what the fuck was going on? A voice prattled off in your head.

“Hi commander, it’s A3-54. Figured it was time for an overhaul before Pierce sends in the troops. Going to need you to manipulate a little override for me now, okay?”

Your body was moving, forcing you along step by step to Banner’s computer. You grunted in pain, “Stop…stop it..no!” Nasty laughter echoed in your head, other voices piping in. Tears slid down your face as you watched your fingers type in the codes, pulling up the interface for scientist and AI command chips.

“Fuck! Fuck please! Pierce will annihilate us all!,” you pled.

The override button was pressed, the sounds of cheering echoing in your scrambled brain. You crumpled to your knees, utter fear wracking your body. This place would be in flames before the end of the night. Catastrophic levels of hell. You slumped against the desk, head in your hands.

These robots were designed to be much stronger and durable. Without the control trip, you were powerless. The station would be turned around very, very quickly. You eyed your gun, contemplating ending it all. Shakily reaching for the weapon you held it to your temple.

“No!,” came a voice, “Put the fucking gun down.”

It was Bucky. Was he part of this? How could he— fuck. Your chest ached. Miserably moaning you responded, “What’s the goddamn point Buck? Go on, get out of range before the kill switch is activated.”

“Not without you. Where are you?”

“Med-bay. That fucking asshole killed Yelena and Banner.”

Staring at the two kind souls ripped to shreds, a familiar cold hand shook your shoulder. You lethargically stared at Bucky’s familiar face and croaked, “Why?” He gritted his jaw and picked you up easily, asking, “Where are the ships?” You laughed, “They’re probably being swarmed by now. We’re stuck on this rock.”

“I can tell you’re lying. Spit it,” he said, way too gentle.

Glaring at him you grumbled, “Bottom level. Top clearance. I should be able to get in. The smart ones will be there too.” Bucky grabbed Yelena’s gun and tucked it in his mining suit. You directed him toward the vaults, eventually making the robot put you down.

The pair of you made your way deeper and deeper down eerily greenish lit hallways. You finally mustered the courage to ask, “How long?” He raised a brow, interrupted by a hoarse sob, “How long did you know this was possible? I tried to be good, I cared for my team, I cared for,” you clamped your mouth shut. Shoving past Bucky you took the lead.

He called after you, catching up to wrap his titanium arm around your waist in a vice. Bucky’s chilly body was pressed tight behind you, artificially made lips brushing a sensitive ear. The brunette rasped, “I’ve been self-aware for a year now. But I didn’t know about the chip malfunction. The defective was talking about it but I thought it was impossible. You going to finish that sentence, commander?”

Tears streamed down your cheeks, Bucky wiping them away with synth-skin. He sighed, “You’re killing me right now, just say it.” Glaring the robot down you wheezed, “I cared for you. I care for you,” you pointed at him, “But I never would let this insolence slide if I heard of an overthrow.”

He frowned, looking painfully guilty. The rest of the walk was silent until reaching the huge doors containing the secret ship. A3-54 was making Rumlow open it up, the former master shaking with every movement. He was already profusely bleeding. A3 howled, “I’ll make you hurt worse, fucking hurry up!”

Blue synthetic blood and the red of human blood spattered the steel walls. You gasped in shock, wide-eyed look turned to the usually docile Bucky. His eyes looked hollow, sculpted lips turned down. The doors slid open to reveal the unharmed ship, shifting Rumlow with a slick squelch.

You felt sick. But you needed their bodies to figure this out. Bucky easily grabbed both of the deceased individuals, dragging them into the chamber. Right, hive mind currently. You slammed the lock on the door, sealing the space back up.

Rounding the back of the sleek ship, emblazoned with the grim logo of Pierce Corp, you keyed in, the walkway sliding down with a hiss. Bucky followed you in, still dragging the corpses. You hissed, “Put them in that compartment over there, please.”

You settled into the cockpit, placing the coordinates to the nearest home base. Bucky sat down next to you, still quiet. Only the clicking of the dash and hum of the thrusters starting up filled the void. The port opened and the ship zoomed off at hyper-speed.

“We have a day. I’ll have to relay a message soon. I’d like to be alone now.”

He didn’t move, metal hand crunching the steel arm of the chair. Bucky’s jaw clicked and shifted, eyes flickering around. He ground out, “I care for you too. It’s not in my programming. I should have reported A3 commander. Forgive me, please.”

You stared at his sorrowful blues for a long time, feeling numb. This was wrong. Everything was wrong. Why didn’t they put you in bio? You needed to send the message to base before they’d blast you on site.

Instead you ordered the robot, “Go pull out the cot.”

He nodded, eyes lighting up slightly. You kept your mind blank. “Lay on it,” came the addition. Confused orbs stared at you. Slowly you pulled off your gear, then the standard issue garb of your rank, dropping down to thin underwear. He got the point somewhere along the way, undressing frantically, arm whirring.

You eyed his frame, nakedness only hidden by issued briefs. Straddling perfectly crafted thighs you hummed, “Why did they even give you a cock?” Bucky’s cheeks purpled from the blue blood underneath. He stammered, “I- I- don’t know. Didn’t use it except for my hand.”

“Did you touch yourself to me BU-18?,” came your silky purr. He whispered, eyes closed in shame, “Yes commander, I did, many times.” You grabbed his hardened need and stroked it through the thin fabric, the poor thing gasping and whimpering.

“Never by anyone else, no other commanders, no team member on a lonely night?,” you hissed as jealousy grew in your gut.

His brows furrowed as you continued to pump his purpled cock, “Only you, you’re my ah! Commander. I serve you!” You palmed his cheek and growled, “Good boy. Obviously they wired you right.” He softly moaned your name, nuzzling into your warm touch. Like a reptile in a way, seeking warmth to heat their blood.

He stammered, “C-commander, can I kuh-kiss you please?” Bucky looked so pretty like this, your favorite strung out with need. For you. Leaning down your body pressed against his, full breasts pleasantly plastered to his huge chest. His artificial breathing ramped up, hands trembling at his sides.

“You can touch me Bucky, I forgive you, but don’t hide any secrets like that again.”

He pursed his lips, hands eagerly roaming your curves, tender and gentle. You tilted his head and chastely pressed your dry lips to his own, hand possessively holding a sharp jaw, thumb pressed up under on a pulsing vein. The brunette groaned into your mouth, a strangled attempt at your name. You took the chance to lap into his maw, lips sliding wetly.

You gently made contact with his tongue, Bucky jolting. Sensitive creatures. You chased it down again, your sweet boy whining through his nose as tongues tangled lethargically. His hands groped at you harder, massaging the softness of your ass. Bucky’s cock throbbed and pulsed underneath, needy.

You pulled back from his sweet lips, cooing, “You want to fuck me Bucky baby? Being such a good boy, getting me out of that death trap. Being loyal,” he whimpered again as your thumb played with his red lips.

“Please, I’ll be yours forever,” he promised. Deep in your heart and the hardwiring, you knew he meant it. Your own flesh and blood chest constricted at the strange emotions. You ran your fingers through soft hair and instructed for him to get on top. That was done easily with his impressive strength, Bucky now slotted between your thighs.

He closed his eyes again, slowing haphazard breath. You circled your thumbs into his hips, cooing, “Take your time, slow and steady Bucky. No rush.” He opened his eyes, blue orbs focused on your breasts, mouth coming down to suckle. He writhed and whimpered around your buds, making your cunt grow wetter and wetter. Greedy mismatched hands squeezed and played with the flesh, like he couldn’t get enough.

His began to slide against your slick heat, drawing the robot out of his reverie with a sharp cry. The brunette babbled, “Commander, ah, mmh, commander, lemme fuck you now, I- I’ll do my best.” You smiled gently, tugging on long locks, “I know, ready when you are.”

His wet lips gasped against your neck, the blunt head of his cock opening you up slowly. Your legs wrapped around his waist, heated from your own body. You laughed breathlessly, “Really though— they didn’t have to give you such a pretty cock.” Bucky smiled, open mouthed as he slid ever deeper into your cunt. He groaned, “I’m so- hngh- fuckin’ glad they did.”

He bottomed out inside your silky walls, flexing and pulling at Bucky’s most sensitive synth-skin. Cradling your hands in his hair you tugged again, breathing against him, foreheads pushed together. The robot’s hands held tight at your thighs while he began to slide back and forth.

Stuttering breaths intermingled as he grew more confident, picking up the pace of the fucking, your slick pussy entrancing him. You idly wondered if robots even could reach climax, if they’re like a fuck toy. Bucky moaned, “I’ll cum really fast if you think like that so more.” You kissed him desperately, laughing again.

The cot beneath you creaked as he thrust, tip of his cock making a toe-curling drag from your cervix all the way down the soft roof of your cunt. You gripped Bucky’s hair harder, moaning his name, growing higher in pitch on each push of his hips. One of your hands clawed at his back, blue blood reaching the surface.

He nipped at your jaw and your noses crashed together as Bucky took your mouth, feral with need. Trim hips and heavy balls clapped against your softer body, the slick noises of your pussy growing embarrassingly loud. Throwing your head back you cried, “Oh fuck- yes- right there! Good!”

Bucky had angled your hips to strike deeper into your sensitive walls, panting and grunting with effort. His chest dragged along your own, him whining, “Feel s’good, what can I do, is this good?” You nodded in disjointed jerks, moving the silver hand to your swollen bud.

“Suh-fuck-circles, tight, baby, yeah like that,” you instructed him in a tight whine, Bucky sucking his fat bottom lip under white teeth at your body reacting. You squirmed around him, tightening up, the robot returning to fucking you and roughly thumbing your clit as told.

You whined and begged, “Don’t stop, doing so good, kiss me baby, kiss me.” Desperately pulling Bucky’s moaning mouth to your own you licked into his mouth, lips colliding sporadically, your baby nipping at your lip. The pair of you cried eachother’s names wetly, bodies seizing up as climax overtook the senses.

You clamped down on him, clawing his back again, whining. Bucky’s hands tightened to the point of pain, him grunting and moaning as he peaked, cock pulsing and swelling. He whimpered, “Oh fucking hell, I love you.” You pretended to not hear it and kept attempting to kiss him as the orgasm crashed and subsided like a wave.

In the wake, Bucky leaned back onto his haunches, cock sliding out with a slick noise. He pet your thighs, apologizing, “I- uh- didn’t mean to say that.” His cheeks were dark with that synthetic blood, eyes watery with embarrassment. You leaned up with a hiss, cradling his face.

“Look at me.”

He reluctantly did.

“After all of this, I think I love you too. Always were my favorite. We need eachother now. More than ever.”

His shoulders slumped with relief, seeking another kiss, this one short but meaningful. You sighed, “Fuck, I need to send that message, c’mon let’s get dressed.” He nodded shortly, helping you up. Bucky shooed your hands and murmured, “Let me.”

The brunette helped you back into underwear and your uniform, leaving the armor scattered around. You helped him do the same and limped to the pilots seat. Dialing the base radio code you cleared your through and spoke, “This is Commander Alpha 5, I have evacuated the revolt on XE-2A. My team is missing, A3-54 was the defective and is dead. We have it’s body for study. BU-19 remained compliant and has accompanied me. I also have the body of Commander Alpha 4, Brock Rumlow. We expect to arrive within an Earth rotation.”

You sat back with a sigh, waiting for a reply. The radio crackled and a voice returned.

“Thank you Commander Alpha 5, you have done good work. We will be expecting your safe arrival. Signing off.”

You didn’t expect to be greeted by the CEO himself in a tiny office at the base. Space floated on outside a thick window. Bucky sat next to you, arms chained. Alexander Pierce commended you and then his face turned eerily serious. Two guards stood silent behind you.

He murmured, “What happened on XE-2A was unprecedented. But from our failures we find new research. You and BU-18 will need to be studied for some time. This…partnership…established between the pair of you is magnificent.”

You shared a look with Bucky. Atleast you’d be with him for experimentation. You assented, “Thank you sir, I am in support of anything for Pierce Corp.”

He smiled, “Good,” his eyes flicked to the back, “Ready the chairs for them.”

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mdhwrites · 1 year ago

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The Glyphs in The Owl House Are Bad

And that is across the board and not an overstatement. I think as magic, thematic elements, character devices, narrative devices, etc. they are just bad across the board and their fundamental issues are actually pretty glaring from even S1.

Let’s start with simply their most basic narrative purpose: They are Luz’s magic. They are what allow Luz to be a witch in this setting. As such, their number one element to the narrative is to reinforce Luz’s arc of becoming a witch and everything that might mean. This also includes her ability to make friends, her becoming a better person and maturing. The show ends by celebrating that she will continue to be a witch after all so this is the main point of her character. She wants to be a witch, this allows her to be a witch.

And... Only in that it allows Luz to cast magic does it succeed. But as far as giving her an arc of magical growth? It’s dog shit. We never see Luz experimenting or practicing with her glyphs. The closest we get to that is her stating that off screen she was experimenting with glyph combos. The only ones we see that are failures are ones she copied from a book. We have to entirely her word for it. As for working for her glyphs... Nope to that either. The first glyph is obtained right after she admits that she should treat King as an actual person and not as a novelty, the second one is gained while she has literally nothing to do in time out besides stargaze so instead of learning the world has magic by, I dunno, appreciating the beauty of the Isles and its inhabitants, she only agrees with the lesson because the stars told her her next spell. The plant one is a blink and you’ll miss it moment at the beginning of Grom (put a pin in that) where a flower literal opens up in her face to give it to her. Then in Wing it Like Witches, the fire glyph almost literally drops into her lap.

How about the glyphs having anything to do with her character arc? Well, the plant glyph happens literally before she can learn anything that episode and while she’s still actively avoiding telling her mom the truth. The fire glyph is much more set in motion by Luz not caring about Willow’s wishes and challenging Boscha to a fight rather than being a reward for her taking responsibility for her actions or deciding to not force her friends to do something they don’t want to. Luz still takes at least another four episodes to start actually trying to understand/empathize with King, so The Intruder and the light glyph fails and as for the ice glyph? Well, The Intruder also had moral lessons about listening to Eda and not taking shortcuts for power. In Adventure in the Elements, Luz refuses to listen to Eda and fucks up while trying to get a shortcut to power.

*eye twitch* So yeah, as far as the glyphs go with Luz becoming a better person, that’s not a part of them. Neither for the combos since they’re always introduced at the start of an episode, even during one where she’s off her rocker at the beginning and actively refusing to tell anyone the truth so, you know... Kind of the opposite of rewarding good behavior.

Worse yet is just how overpowered the glyphs are and without anything even approaching an excuse for them. Remember that pin for Grom? Well, in the show most plant users effectively stick to just making vines that aren’t weak but aren’t impressive. Well, Luz will show she can do that too in Wing it Like Witches in the literal next episode. But that’s not the problem. The problem is that effectively the FIRST real use of the plant glyph that we see is at the end of Grom where Luz plants a damn TREE. Thicker and sturdier than almost anything any dedicated plant mage, except maybe one or two of Terra’s summonings (which are mostly strung together vines), makes in the entire damn series and at least survives for MONTHS to be shedding its during Reaching Out, which is during fall so it may still just be alive at that point.

Then there’s the classic of course of Gus not expecting a fire glyph to work and launching the biggest fireball, if not energy spell, that we see in the ENTIRE SERIES. And that is the first glyph he EVER USES.

Which brings us to the fact that as Luz’s magic... destroys the adventure element of the series. By the end of S1, she is able to break out of the Conformatorium and have Warden Wrath on his knees (which I do suppose makes it clear how pointless the Bonesborough Brawl was I guess if Warden Wrath is the best they’ve got). This does have a nice circle with the season opener but it also implies Luz is ridiculously powerful with glyphs she got literally two and three episodes ago as to be able to just do whatever she wants against trained guards like these.

And then in S2, she takes down the Selkidamus effectively on her own. The others help pull it into the boat but trapping it and slowing it? All her. And she’s already showing creative use with the glyphs with her ice skates on the water. This isn’t just not earned... It makes it seem like Luz is within the top ten mages in the Isles.

And how do you keep tension with that? Especially when Gus makes it clear that the glyphs are stupidly powerful without any effort. It makes moments like when all she uses against the Titan Trappers is a light glyph for a flash bomb feel disingenuous. We know she normally has more of them on her. We know how powerful she is. So why is she suddenly entirely defenseless against really basic spells and people who haven’t show us that they’re all that impressive in any way. And if you’re thinking that, the whole adventure aspect of the show is already screwed by early S2, if not S1′s end, because you can’t throw normal threats at her anymore. They HAVE to be bigger.

So if the glyphs suck for Luz and her character, how about other elements? Do they function thematically or for other characters?

No. If we go with mentor and student with Eda, Luz never learns them except VERY tangentially from Eda for the first two. The latter aren’t by Eda in any way. How about Found Family? Well, King only has a role with Luz in ONE of the four episodes getting the main glyphs and Lilith is the closest to being involved with any of the combo glyphs and that is even more tangential than saying Eda taught her two glyphs so... Nope. Nothing there either because they aren’t involved during those. It doesn’t play into fantasy vs reality either because none of them are earned so none of them can be playing with fantasy vs reality.

If you go with finding a place you belong, Luz specifically DOESN’T belong in Hexide, as shown by The First Day. She has to change the rules and that has nothing to do with her glyphs for her getting to study other magics, which also goes nowhere because she continues to only use glyphs. She does present glyphs to both Amity and Hunter as a part of their redemption arcs to finding better lives but neither starts actually using glyphs in any way and past a first moment with glyphs, they’re never brought up again with them so there’s no real point there either. Made worse yet but Luz claiming she’s working hard to become a witch to Amity when we haven’t really seen that yet nor will we see it going forward, though part of this has to do with flaws in Eda’s character concept in S1.

Worse yet, it actively is retconned to MAKE Luz a chosen one eventually despite what literally the second episode of the series says. Even more damning than the Titan though is Belos. He makes it clear that Luz is the first person in HUNDREDS of years to learn glyph magic (also making lines from The Intruder just make zero sense), that she learned them hundreds of times faster than him and that while he had to put work into getting them and discovering them, Luz never does. Not from what we’re shown at least.

From a worldbuilding standpoint too, it makes the witches look just terrible. Like... Did literally none of them ever stargaze? Or just admire a flower they made? Or check the ashes of something they lit on fire? Like... Luz doesn’t get these from hard to reach or rare sources. The only one that is unique at all to her circumstances is the light glyph which frankly feels like a cheat because... If it’s just in the circle, how has no one seen it? The brain can process single frame images at 60 fps or higher. That is a 60th of a second... And you’re trying to tell me that Luz’s cheap ass phone that cracks when dropped has a high shutter count lens that can go way higher than that so as to record a glyph that is apparently just IN the spell circle that is used during the light glyph.

And I will actually acknowledge that’s a nitpick. It’s frankly not a bad way to hold off on the glyph until later in the episode. With a fun tone, I don’t give a damn. But... Then her and the glyphs get a lot less fun and a lot less interesting and the fact that she is the only with them REALLY makes how she got them start feeling, I dunno, kind of important. And she gets them really badly. At least for having any excuse as to why she’s the ONLY one to have ever gotten them.

And this is not something that you can just toss to the side. This is your main character’s magic. In some settings, where their magic isn’t special, you might actually get away with it tossing it aside. But this was also her goal. She stayed in the Isles specifically to learn to be a witch. She finds a form of magic no one else knows about. It changes how her love interest perceives her when she first demonstrates it to her. It is pitched early on as a genuinely important part of the show.

But, much like how they’d introduce the Wittebane lore like it was important before discarding it in the finale, the show just discards the glyphs besides as a way to make Luz like a badass. And boy is that the most boring use of your main character’s magic, especially when her being a badass doesn’t reflect on her.

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kivaember · 1 year ago

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ac6 drabbles: DILF

okay didn't write anything yesterday because i had a banging headache and felt pretty bad, but today i feel more refreshed! since i have a large pile of prompts, let's see...

okay gonna do "Also 621 calling Walter "daddy" because I'm a degen" from @arcticarthropod since i am also a degen.

If you wanna know how Walter's design is for my drabbles/stories, this is his design done by my good friend mango!

DILF

'Handler,' came the flat, dispassionate voice of a text-to-speech programme, 'I have a question.'

Walter looked up from his terminal, the screen which was a mess of various sensor readings, data compilations and geographical comparisons, to see C4-621 standing in the doorway of his office.

Wasn't a very impressive office - more like a shoebox with an uneven desk crammed in, the surface which supported an ancient terminal, a far more modern laptop, and various datapads that he had collected over the decades. Most of the floorspace in this repurposed building was set aside as the garage, tending to the far more important asset of their AC and its various support auxiliaries. There was also an administration area for the technicans to sleep in, and C4-621 had his own space to decompress in, but usually Walter was left alone in this little, out of the way shoebox of an office, and it was how he liked it.

Still, he encouraged C4-621 to approach him if he needed something, if only because his hound would literally just stand in a corner staring vacantly at the wall if left to his own devices for too long. Walter had long grown used to his hound approaching him at random hours requesting 'enrichment' or 'tasking', and as a result his drawer was full of miscellenous things that he'd hand over.

Last time he'd given him a ball of yarn Carla had, for unknown reasons, bundled in with their regular supply drop. Walter had handed the yarn over and told C4-621 to practice cat's cradle (after showing him what that was exactly) and hadn't seen him for an entire day. He'd actually ended up going to hunt for him, and found C4-621 sadly entangled in the yarn, giving him a woebegotten look at his 'failure' to 'achieve his assigned objective'.

"What is it, 621?" he asked, half-expecting it to be something either totally mundane or off-the-wall insane. There was no inbetween with C4-621.

'I was observing the technicians earlier,' C4-621 inputted into his communication device. 'They mentioned a term I didn't know, but when I asked them to clarify, they said to ask you.'

Off-the-wall insane, then. Those technicains were RaD men Carla had sent over on loan. No doubt they were sniggering away in the garage, slapping each other on the back, thinking of innocently oblivious C4-621 asking Walter something potentially obscene.

So, Walter drew in a deep breath and braced himself, asking tiredly: "What's the term?"

"D-I-L-F."

Walter briefly raised his gaze to the ceiling in exasperation.

"...it's not relevant for you to know, 621," he finally said. "Ignore it."

C4-621 didn't immediately respond. He didn't type anything, but neither did he move. Instead, he shuffled his weight slightly, turning his communication device over and over in his hands. Walter recognised the behaviour: C4-621 wanted to press the question, but his instilled obedience to a higher authority strangled his nerve. The fact he was so openly dithering, though, meant he was getting a little bolder. Before, when they first arrived on Rubicon, he would've simply nodded and dropped the whole thing immediately.

Walter stoically waited him out. He returned to his terminal and continued to work, and after ten minutes of C4-621 awkwardly hovering in the doorway, his hound spoke again: 'They asked if I thought you were a DILF.'

Of course they did.

'I said I wasn't sure of what that term was, and they said to ask you, but that it is normally considered a compliment. So I said, yes, I viewed you as a DILF.'

Of course he did.

"621," Walter said, almost helplessly. He looked at him, unable to get a read on C4-621's impregnable expression. "You shouldn't blindly agree to things, especially where Carla's men are concerned. I've told you this."

'Sorry,' C4-621 said. 'Did they trick me again?'

Well. Walter was sort of stuck here. He didn't want to explain what DILF was, because Walter had waded once into the topic of sex with C4-621 and it had been the most surreal conversation he had ever had (and increasingly drove his suspicions that C4-621 was either raised in an attic as a child or by alien wolves), but on the other, Walter just knew that C4-621 would immediately go back to those technicians and say "Handler wouldn't tell me :c" and who knew what nonsense they'd fill C4-621's head with.

He sighed, defeated.

"DILF means... 'daddy I'd like to fuck'," Walter said stonily. "They were asking if you thought I was sexually attractive, 621."

C4-621 did not look flustered or embarrassed or otherwise startled at this information. He absorbed it, applying its definition to memory, and stared intently at Walter in an evaluating manner.

Finally, he nodded.

'Then my opinion remains unchanged,' he said, and promptly left before Walter could even react to that.

A reaction that was just a blink and a blank stare at the now empty doorway. After a moment of dumb staring, however, Walter just shook his head and decided to chalk it up to C4-621 being... C4-621.

Who knew what went through the head of that hound of his...

#armored core 6 #armored core #c4 621 #handler walter #fanfic #drabbles

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drstonetrivia · 1 year ago

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Chapter 204 Trivia

What we thought may be a politics arc may in fact become a brotherly feud…

Galileo's quote is taken from his book "The Assayer", considered to be one of the pioneering works of the scientific method. At the time, most science was done by philosophical arguments rather than observation and trying to understand the mathematics behind them.

Math is the universal language because the symbols may change, but the meanings/axioms cannot. Because of this, the cover of the Golden Record placed on Voyager 1 (the probe leaving our solar system) has instructions written in math in the hopes some future beings can understand.

Ryusui wasn't wearing two swords last chapter, I wonder where they came from and why he's wearing them now…

(Maybe this is why Sai was running from him haha!)

Mathematical errors have ruined a lot of space missions: the Mariner 1 was destroyed because of a missing hyphen, and the Mars Climate Orbiter was destroyed on landing because of a failure to convert units.

Avoiding these errors was very difficult when it was all done by hand.

This seems to be at least partially true, however the practice has lessened over the decades. Indian-educated parents and grandparents may remember, but students these days probably only need to learn up to 19x19!

The HR industry in India is incredibly large, and are a very useful resource to have for any business looking to scale up. It's not surprising that the Nanami Corporation set up a university there!

Sai appears to be the 554th most popular name in India and can be used for both genders, but it's generally a male name.

The equations in the background here I haven't identified yet, but the gamma (γ) thrust here may be alluding to the thrust equation used with rocket engines in space. The gamma is the specific heat ratio of the gas.

The day is October 1st, so the team likely left Spain sometime between September 15th-20th if it did in fact take them 10 days to travel the distance (with some delays because of the Suez situation).

The food here may be a somewhat generic curry as the sound effect seems to indicate, or it could also be lamb gosht based on the color, region, and spices used.

Technically we don't know that Ruri specifically called for the defensive positions, but we do know everyone in Japan is probably in them.

I think this is the same sky image as the one Tsukasa saw in chapter 188, but with a different star pattern.

The Fellenius method and what Senku is actually doing here is dividing the slopes into segments and calculating how stable each one is using the properties of the dirt and rock. Putting the segments together should give you how likely a rock slide is. Strata are layers of rock.

The many-armed pose Sai is found in is a reference to Durga, a major Hindu deity. She is associated with protection, strength, motherhood, destruction and wars.

This comment I believe is Chelsea's from the "I'm not a fan" part, with the "baaad" learnt from Chrome's habit.

The meaning of her comment is confusing, but it might be because the last pretty-boy character introduced was a villain (Stanley), however shes also a fan of Hyoga…?

Sai's outfit is very simple and rather lacking compared to Ryusui's, however they share elements such as the collar type and addition of a belt.

The belt buckle is very interesting, it doesn't follow Ryusui's nor Nanami Corp.'s branding and looks like a C+.

My guesses for the meaning: -C+, the programming language, based off the fact he was petrified on his laptop presumably. -C, the Roman numeral, indicating 100+ because of the million-times brainpower comment (million in Japanese is 百万, 百=100). -C, from E=mc^2, for light speed.

Sai's odd yell ("peegyaaaah!") may be a computer joke, as the sound effect "ピ" (pi) tends to be used for computer beeps, like pressing a button.

A similar sound has been used in the past for Xeno's encryption device.

Sai's character could go a lot of directions since he's unlikely to be one of the traditional nerds they described, nor one like Joel since Joel exists. What Ryusui did to scare off his older brother though, I'm very curious about…

#trivia #dr stone #chapters #sai nanami #204 #bit of me-trivia here: i got spoiled from the leaks from someone updating ryusui's wiki page to include sai and i assumed it was a joke #until i read the chapter and was like “ah.”#i still wish there were more hints to sai's existence before he suddenly appeared out of nowhere

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