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catalyst-sys · 2 months ago

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A Different Type of Combat Doll

“I think it’s a combat doll,”

The combat doll being talked about was sitting in front of them, unaware that it was being discussed as it sat behind the 3 inches of window glass, drawing something on blank pieces of paper with a wooden number 2 pencil. They were wearing a gray shirt with typical camo pants, every so often pushing a some of their black hair out of their face.

Sam stood in front of the window, their arms folded behind her back. She was tall for a Witch at six feet, made of pure muscle and will. Her auburn hair making way for her steely face. She was an awestruck creature of beauty. “What do you mean, you think it’s a combat doll?” Sam said, emphasizing ‘think’ as she observed the doll.

“We think its defective,” The other witch said, a tiny toy in comparison to Sam’s physique, trying to meet Sam’s gaze. Sam’s eyes were focused on the doll. When Sam didn’t respond, the other witch continued, “They passed half of their mech training classes, but seemed clueless on nearly everything else. Our memory specialist, Patricia, her best guess was mech pilot. The doll often talks about flying, and then moments later, crashing. If that’s not a mech pilot, what is?” The other witch’s tone kept on trying to poke for a response, but Sam didn’t take any of the bait.

Sam just kept on looking at the combat doll. It was drawing something with a lot of lines. Sam walked inside the alone time room through a door that was next to the observation window. The doll looked up, mid pencil stroke frozen on the page. “Are you here to get me into another mech?” The doll’s tone was flat, bored. Sam could hear weariness in it too.

“Do you not want to be in a mech?” Sam asked.

“I mean…” The doll talked in first person, a rare trait for combat dolls, “I like them, I like how they work. But driving one isn’t… enough,” The doll said, as if trying to recall the lyrics to an old song.

There was a moment between the doll and Sam where they held each other’s gaze. Sam was about to say something when the other witch walked into the room from behind Sam, and the doll immediately turned away, hiding behind her hair like a safety blanket. “Is it true that you don’t have a doll of your own?” The other witch asked, “Because you can’t find one?”

Sam turned to the other witch and said, “I think I can fix your problem,”

The doll winced when Sam said ‘problem’.

The other witch didn’t notice, but Sam did.

Sam ran through the normal diagnostics to see if there might be anything physically wrong with the doll. Its joins were well taken care of, its gears were tuned, and the key inside its soul was forever ticking.

Nothing was out of place.

It was during one of these moments of the Witch inspecting the doll that the doll asked, “Miss Sam, do you not have another doll?”

“Nope,” Sam responded.

“Why not?” The doll asked as its feet dangled and kicked off the ledge of the table.

“It would interfere with my work,” Sam said. Which was true, but Sam knew it was one of those lies that a doll could easily see through.

“Is your work important?” The doll pried. Sam wasn’t sure how to respond to this.

“I… help dolls find their Purpose. That is definitely important,” Sam slowly spoke.

“Is being a repair Witch fun?” The doll asked.

“Yes. I think so,” Sam said with a brief pause, then decided to continue further when the doll had no response, “It requires critical thinking. No two dolls are ever the same. Each one is special in their own right,”

Sam set her tools down and slipped a shirt back onto the doll. The doll wiggled into it, tucking its arms in to the sleeves, sitting up and looking at Sam who began to clean up. The doll then did something that Sam has noticed become a comforting stim for the doll. Its left hand grasped something invisible at the height as her chest, then the bottom of her right palm pushed something near her right leg, then shoved it over with the back of her right hand, then right palm forward. Afterwards, the doll’s hands would drop down to its side. This time however, it noticed Sam was staring, “Sorry sorry sorry…”

“Shhh shhh shhh, it’s okay Fidget,” Sam said, hushing the doll with a comforting patience but also a new found understanding. The other witch said her name was Fidget since they would always do some sort of stim motion with their hands. It was honestly quite a mean nick name that stuck home. Fidget hugged Sam close which she graciously accepted.

“Can you… fix this one?” Fidget whispered.

“I can definitely try little one,”

That motion that Fidget made with her hands is normal among combat dolls. It was an automatic response due to the trauma they held within. Usually it was a combat doll going through the motions of reloading their gun, pulling the trigger, or some other task they did frequently.

The was Sam’s clue that she was going to solve.

First, Sam pulled out some manuals and schematics to several of the most common type of mech cock pits. That motion she did with her right hand is exactly where the throttle was for some mechs, a lever that pushed forward or was pulled backwards to determine if the mech walked forward or backwards. But the left hand didn’t grab anything. It was simply floating in mid air in the cockpit.

Sam threw that manual away, then grabbed another one that was labeled ‘Athena Class, Godzilla,” Godzilla in this case was referencing a manufacturer, not the kaiju. This one had something that might have fit the left hand in the cock pit, but there was no device for her right.

Sam went through manual after manual. Schematic after schematic. Nothing lined up perfectly like how it did for any other pilot doll that did something similar.

It still struck Sam as odd. Why point out Fidget’s automatic motions? It was completely normal for a combat doll to do something like that. So why would the other witches point it out like it was something to make fun of? To tease a doll about their trauma.

Sam leaned back in her chair and began to massage her temples and rub her eyes. She took a glance at the clock, five hours have passed since she sat down. Her bowl of rice and some sort of substitute meat laid on the table, untouched and has now formed a gelatinous layer of oil and grease on top. It didn’t smell great in here, but it smelled like home.

She pushed the bowl away and grabbed another manual, this one saying “Toyota, Archimedes B-139”. Toyota was one of the first mech manufacturers on the market, but Sam remembered they also made a bunch of other things before. Before even flipping the manual open, in some sort of delirious haze, Sam decided to internally say, “Fuck it, what if Fidget somehow piloted a forklift?”

Sam pushed her chair over to her computer desk, although it took some effort as one of the wheels on her chair had the friction of sandpaper. She looked up Toyota and what came up first was a group of enthusiasts that grabbed old technology and restored them to their former beauty.

It was ten pm when she sat down at her computer, and as any wiki dive went, it was four am when Sam realized she fell into a pit of looking up different cars, parts, and engines.

Sam stretched her arms away from her body, making a soft moan as she did so. She completely forgot about helping Fidget and just fell into a hole of how cars worked and the mechanics that worked on them.

It was actually kind of exciting and cool. An outdated technology that was used for entertainment now, instead of war. Cars still existed, but not in this form of self expression. Now they were optimized for carrying capacity and fuel efficiency, which in its own right was interesting to compare and contrast.

“One more video, and then I’m off to bed,” Sam lied to herself, knowing that one more video would become ten before she was able to tear the screen away for enough time to collapse onto her bed.

She clicked on one that said, “DRIFTING A BRZ, 1000 HP, ON THE BACKROADS OF SAUDI ARABIA” Sam opened another tab to look up where Saudi Arabia was. Seemed to be a bustling metropolis in the middle east that had a specific type of car handling dirt roads and sand dunes. Sam was excited to see where this went.

The video however was on asphalt. The driver was on the right side, which struck Sam as odd because usually it was on the left. And the camera person was sitting in the passenger seat on the left where the car would be.

And what Sam saw next, she didn’t think she would ever forget.

The car rocketed towards a turn, way past the point Sam thought it would be too late to slam on the brakes to slow down, and then camera shifted to outside perspective and the car was driving sideways. It was a chaotic sense of control that seemed other worldly. The turn ended, and the car was going forwards again.

What on earth was that?

Sam did another web search and found out about drifting, a type of approach to a turn to keep your speed. It was obsolete as it destroyed the vehicle, putting insane stress on the tires, engine, and clutch, but it was still beautiful to look at.

“Maybe if being a repair witch ever goes south, I could be a car mechanic,” Sam said to herself, but then Fidget’s words yanked at her like a dog on a leash, “Is your work important?”

Fuck. Sam should really head to bed. But one more video. - Sam yawned. It was incredibly rude, but she didn’t care. Her bed seemed unnaturally inviting as she sat in her chair, business suit on but slightly wrinkled, staring at the computer screen in front of her. Fidget sat next to her, out of sight of the camera.

“So. Progress. We’re running low on combat dolls and we need Fidget back on the field as soon as possible,” A man on the screen said. They were wearing a military uniform, their right chest looking like a rainbow of stars and colors, their shoulders looking like flavored tootsie rolls. High ranking. Sam didn’t realize things were that dire that they needed someone this high up on the military food chain to take control of the situation.

“No progress so far-” Sam’s mind was muted as all she could think about was her bed and cuddling Fidget.

“Witch. It has been six months. I was told you were the best in the business,” The general sergeant major whatever said. Sam’s mind was elsewhere, and it probably showed on her face. Sam didn’t really care for talking with this man and his passive aggressive remarks.

“You’re asking a screwdriver to be a hammer,” Sam said frankly, which shut the general up, “I have done several different tests, all verified by the WDA, and the AWA standard. She is not a combat doll,”

“Then what is she then? Your organization has stated that she is a combat doll and we have held onto her neural link for no return on investment! You better turn her into a combat doll, or its your career in the drain!” The man threatened, but such threats held no power or sway over Sam. She didn’t have a career, she was an independent contractor that made a small fortune repairing dolls and instilling Purpose.

She could always just force instill the Purpose into Fidget. It would hurt. But it wouldn’t be able to tell the difference.

So why didn’t she? She’s has done so before and didn’t feel a thing, but why was this different now?

A ball jointed hand reached out in front of her and pressed the ‘m’ key, muting their microphone. Sam blinked and looked to her side where Fidget sat. Her hands went back to doing that motion she always did, but she looked at Sam with those big comfortable eyes and said, “It can be a combat doll for you Miss Sam. If you really want it to be one,”

That was why. Sam loved this doll.

Wait.

Shit.

She took a deep breath in, and let a deep breath out. She unmuted the microphone and spoke while looking at the camera, “How much do you want for the doll?” - “Keep your eyes closed for a moment more,” Sam told Fidget.

“Miss! This one can’t see anything!” Fidget said, the gears underneath her chest stuttering in excitement.

Sam led Fidget into her new garage. The walls were lined with tools, the ground stained with black splotches, and the ceiling shined brilliantly as it filled the garage with light.

“Okay, you can open them,” Sam said.

Fidget opened them and wasn’t quite sure how to feel. “It’s… a car… Miss,” Fidget said.

“It sure is,” Sam said with a roll of her eyes and slight smile.

“Are we going on a trip?” Fidget asked.

“Yes,” Sam said.

“Where to?” Fidget asked.

Sam walked up to a door on the car and opened it, “Wherever you want to go,”

Fidget blinked, as if she was hearing gibberish come out of Sam’s mouth. Fidget, unsure of what to do next, walked up to the door opposite of Sam and opened it.

The interior of this car was fresh, new, and smelled of lemon. In front of Fidget was her seat which was behind a steering wheel. “Wait Miss, aren’t you…”

“A doll’s duty is to service its Witch,” Sam reminded it. Fidget made a noise which sounded like a gulp. The cute thing it did when Fidget was anxious about the situation it was in.

Fidget sighed and muttered a “… one two three…” before getting into the car. It felt comfortable, but a bit far away from the accelerator, brake, and clutch pedals. Fidget’s hands automatically went for the switch underneath her seat to scoot her chair forward. Fidget’s eyes widened but before it could even say anything, Sam’s voice said, “Keep going,”

Fidget placed both of its hands on the steering wheel. It felt sturdy, which in turn felt nice.

“Okay,” Fidget said, its breath a little shaky, she her right hand then rested on the gear stick that stuck out inbetween her and her Witch and Fidget’s eyes widened even more so, “This…”

“Are you okay my doll?” Sam said, a little teasingly.

Fidget didn’t answer. She pressed the button which started the ignition and the car whirred to life. Without a second thought, she shifted into first gear and slowly let the clutch go, the car shifting forward out of the garage.

They drove out into the open and the simple oval that Sam constructed out of asphalt and gravel. Fidget didn’t let go of the accelerator as they made out like a bullet towards the turn. Fidget’s hands worked like they were right at home.

She then pressed her left foot into the brake pedal and quickly shifted the wheel left, and they entered the turn sideways.

The car exited the turn and began to slow down. Fidget shifted the car back into neutral and yanked the hand brake up. She turned to her Witch who could only sit there, a dumb loopy smile on her face.

“That felt exhilarating,” Sam said, the happiness in her voice was unmistakable.

“Miss…”

“Yes, my doll?”

“Thank you,”

“Anything for you.”

#combat doll #witch #doll #empty spaces #mecha #automotive #cars

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ronanceautistic · 1 year ago

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Are there any stranger things characters besides robin and nancy that you think are autistic?

I think possibly all the Byers are. Jonathan definitely is, blatantly, because he stims a lot, got a special interest w photography, is kind of an outcast. I also think Lucas is, too. Like how much he overthinks social interactions, plans them out in advance, has a special interest in like military and weapons n shit (his slingshot, the camo gear, all his vietnam weapons in s1).

El definitely displays a lot of autistic traits, sensory issues, stimming, social difficulties (although she has another reason for that as well). And also I enjoy the Eddie autism headcanon too.

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jinlizz-dragondrama · 2 years ago

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Chapter 7

Dive, Dive Dive

Trigger warning mentions of first period and swearing

F/c- favorite cereal

Today is the day, of my first swimming competition. I was so stoked but very nervous that my stomach was in knots. I woke up to my alarm blasting in my ears which caused me to jump out of bed, tripping on the pile of dirty clothes, and fall face-first onto the floor with a quiet groan. Groggily I get up, stumble to the bathroom, and lazily look around for the light switch, finally finding it I see the remnants of last night's online video gaming session.

*Flashback*

My alarm clock's pink neon numbers read 3 am, wearing my cat-eared headphones (pictured above), cozily reclined in my gaming chair, sipping on a pop/water and assorted junk foods, the sounds of my fingers jamming onto my controller as I absolutely annihilate Donnie in a game he introduced me to.

"Bootyshaker9000 I can smell losing sweat stink!" I say while smirking

"Oh please this is only the first round-" he says before getting interrupted

"Correction this is round 4 and I will crush you! Evil laugh!"

"Tis I who will be crushing you"

"Oooo I'm shaking in my custom black fluffy slippers," I say while giggling

"Scoff did you just- No No No No!" He says as he spams the controller buttons

"Yes... I... did!" making sure to pause between each word

I smirk while looking at the victory screen as my character's victory stims around his. While Donnie sounds like a stuttering tea kettle and no doubt has serious eye twitches, I sign off. Turning my TV, cleaning up my snack mess, and making my way to the kitchen I see Papa Lui drinking a hot cup of cocoa, while he sips I see there is Papa Brutus' signature cocoa cup which is empty and my unicorn cup with chocolate goodness with extra whipped cream.

"You're up late," Papa Lui says while taking a big sip

"Yep, burning that midnight oil with gaming" I chuckle

"We have the opening of our new business venture the "Foot Shack" so we will cut the rubbing do the necessary pleasantries and come to your swim competition. I know you will crush those....what do you kids say these days? Noobs?"

I almost spit out my cocoa when he tries to figure out the hip teenage word. I roll my eyes and smile.

"Wow, a ninja clan owning a storefront sounds like some shady underground business, you guys selling drugs?"

Awkwardly laughing Papa Lui denies any suspicious activities will be happening, I shrug my shoulders while thinking about using this info as blackmail.

"Well whenever you guys need help let me know, I also have a few shoe designs if you're interested" I wash my cup, wave goodnight to him, and jump into my bed.

*Flashback ends*

Looking in my mirror I rub the eye crust out from my eyes, scratch my crazy bedhead, and run the shower water, stepping in I lather my hair with shampoo, rinse, and repeat, once my body is clean I step out of the shower. While drying my hair I put in my contacts making sure they are perfectly positioned. I walk into my room, look through my closet pick out an outfit, grab a camo oversized t-shirt dress wi

th a black belt, put on a pair of Spanx underneath, brush my hair and place it into a messy bun with a dark green scrunchie, grab my phone to check the time, making sure I have everything I needed in my backpack and gym bag. Picking up my shoes I skip to the kitchen to pour myself a bowl of (f/c), some toast, and an orange, while I eat Cass comes in and snags a slice of toast, and rushes out of the room while giving me the peace sign while I flip her off and giggle. I see a note on the table from both my pops telling me good luck and how the whole clan will be there in support, several baggies of healthy snacks (trail mix, granola bars, fruit cups), and a chocolate protein shake with the note. When I'm finished I put my roller shoes on, shrug on my backpack and gym bag, and walk to the hideout front door, clinking my heels together the skates pop out of my shoes. Locking the door behind me with the code I start skating to school.

As I skate I put on my headphones and hit play on my Playlist, I retreat into my little world while skating through the crowds of people on the busy new york streets. Reaching the gates of the school I disengage my skates, seeing April at our meet-up spot I wave to get her attention, she sees me and waves back, we high-five and head over to our first-period class. The day thankfully goes by rather quickly, I start to feel tightness and queasiness in my stomach area it wasn't too bothersome so I ignore it. I make it to the end of the day not seeing April like I normally do I decide to go to the swimming pool to do a couple of practice laps. Changing into my competition bathing suit the colors are purple and black, put on my swim cap making sure all my hair is inside it. I step outside the locker room the sun is shining directly on my face, and I shield my eyes, I feel like I'm being watched but I ignore it. I place my towel on the bleachers, and walk over to the pool while I put on my goggles, jumping into the cool refreshing water I come up for air and float on my back for a brief moment before I start to take slow swimming strokes to the other side of the pool. The feeling in my stomach hasn't gone away but it hasn't gotten worse either, soon my teammates start showing up and starting their warm-ups as well.

Soon it's game time, and the competing school arrives as to parents and guardians of students. I immediately spot April who waves excitedly at me, I wave back and see the turtle brothers in their disguises which are just their hoodies with the hoods up and their choice of pants/shorts even Master Splinter made an appearance in his hip teenage disguise. They all smile at me giving me big thumbs up, I return the gesture and blush a bit as I see Donnie smiling at me. Then I hear my name being called, turning to see Papa Lui and Papa Brutus with Cass and the whole Foot Clan in civilian clothes. I'm so happy they were able to make it after unveiling the shoe store. They are all holding signs with my name and pictures of my face on them, sighing while hiding my face as I quickly walk over to my teammates to see what events I'll be participating in.

I was one of the first to go as my event was the starter one which is the 50-meter freestyle (which is swimming from one end of the pool and back to the original starting spot aka one lap). Stepping onto the small diver board I adjust my swim cap and goggles.

"Get into position," the announcer says on the megaphone

I bend over, with my dominant leg in front with my toes curling over the edge of the board, and my arms and hands in front of me gripping onto the board.

"Take your mark" they announce

"You got this Bitch!!" I hear Cass yell.

"That's our girl!" both of my Pops' say while waving their sign about.

"Go Y/N!" The Turtle Bros, Splinter, and April shout

But the voice that mattered the most to me yelled "Go Aquatina!" Shouted Donnie. His voice made my heart race and my mind focused on winning.

The horn blares with the signal for us to start, I push off the board with my legs and arms propelling me, I dive into the pool gracefully and start to swim. I glide through the water effortlessly and I'm in the lead, coming to the end of the pool I flip over and start swimming back. I look to my right and see a rival competitor coming in hot, picking up the pace more determined than ever I reach my hand out and touch the pool wall. Pulling my head out of the water I hear cheering and clapping.

"The winner is Y/N L/N" the announcer's voice booms over the megaphone. I smile widely and shake the hands of the other swimmers before I pull myself out. I make sure to make eye contact with Donnie and he smiles at me. The rest of the competition goes on then it's my turn again for the 100-meter freestyle (which is swimming back and forth 4 times or two laps) which I also win, last but not least is the hardest swim ever which requires a ton of endurance the 500-meter (which is 20 laps). The announcer asks for volunteers to hold a countdown sign that is waterproof to put underwater for the swimmers to keep count of what laps they are on. April pushes Donnie and tells him to go volunteer to be my counter.

Donnie's POV

Exquisite, absolutely beautiful, such grace she has while she cuts through the water like a knife slicing through a block of butter. Oh, how I can watch her for hours on end.

"Man she's a fast swimmer, I think she might be part turtle," Mikey says jokingly

Donnie rolled his eyes, but his imagination went a bit wild with this statement. Thinking of the possibilities if she had become mutated would she swim as gracefully still?

April ends up pushing me to grab the countdown, looking back at her wasn't my proudest moment of me stuttering and stumbling. Bad boy image 0 April Well....who needs to count. But I make my way to where Aqua's part of the pool, grabbed the counter, and place it on my lap with the numbers facing her. I try my best to put on a supportive but unbothered facial expression. She waves shyly back as she stretches.

Aqua POV

I see Donnie on the other side of the pool holding the counter, seeing him wave at me makes me fluster and I wave back a bit awkwardly and decide to stretch to distract myself. Soon the announcer states its time to start the match, stepping onto the diver block I get into position, and looking up from under my long eyelashes I see Donnie, I look to my right seeing my family and the turtle bros, I take a deep breath and exhale, I start to focus and cancel out all the sounds, I can hear my heart beating in my ears. My pops' are taking tons of pictures and the gang was shouting my name. The blaring of the horn snaps me out of my zone briefly and I dive into the pool, taking my time to conserve my energy I start a bit slow, I get to Donnie's end of the pool as I flip over to get ready to swim to the other side we make eye contact and he gives me a thumbs up. I continue swimming and he starts putting the countdown sign in the water when I start to get higher up in the numbers. I could see the other swimmers start to falter and tire a bit but I was still feeling amazing.

I hear a bell ringing signaling the final laps, now Donnie was on all fours leaning over the edge of the pool with the sign shaking it excitedly. I giggle to myself and start to pick up speed once it's the final lap I kick it into overdrive and reach the other side. I touch the pool wall at the same time as the rival school swimmer. I try to regulate my breathing to calm myself down, pulling off my goggles I shake the hands of the other competitors and pull myself out of the pool. As soon as I'm out I get tackled by Mikey with a big hug and excited chatter. I laugh and hug him back soon the rest of the gang catches up and Raph gives me a head pat, Leo gave me a fist bump, April gave me a hug and Splinter gave me an approving nod.

The coaches and announcers review the videotape, and soon the results are in. It was a tie! I smile brightly and Donnie walks over to us, running over to him in excitement I jump into his arms and hug him tightly, we spin around as I almost knock him over. We both chuckle, we hear so "Oooooo's" from behind us and quickly separate. Hiding my blushing cheeks with my hands and he hides his face with his hoodie. An origami ninja paper flies towards me, I quickly catch it and see a note on it and some money. The sun is starting to set and it was beautiful.

"Go have fun with your friends" it read and I smile knowing they probably had to go back to the store.

"Let's go get some pizza!!" I say excitedly

I feel a bit of cramping but ignore it until April grabs my hand and pulls me to the locker room. She stuffs me into a bathroom stall and I notice some blood running down my legs.

"Oh my god I'm dying," I say nervously

April does her best to calm me down, but I laugh saying that I know what's happening thanks to the very awkward conversation with both my pops' PowerPoint presentation and all. I roll my eyes thinking about it, April thankfully came in clutch with pads and Tampons. Donnie was awkwardly texting April asking if I'm ok as he was thankfully the only one to notice the blood and quickly washed away the blood with pool water. He discreetly sends S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N with some painkillers that he made himself which I side eye but I trust him so I take them. April leaves to let the gang know I'll be done soon. After getting myself situated, I leave the locker room and walk over to the gang.

"There's our winner" Leo says

"You were amazing Y/N, I mean Aqua" Mikey says while looking at Donnie as he types away on his phone.

Donnie blushes a bit but rolls his eyes and scoffs.

"Yep, it's a nickname we came up with" I say while shrugging

"Very fitting indeed" Splinter says agreeing

We start walking out of the school and making way to the pizza restaurant. Ordering our pizza, grabbing the many boxes, by the time we walk out of the shop it's dark. We climb down a man hole and march to the lair.

"Hey....so, do you want a victory ride to the lair?" Donnie says while rubbing the back of his neck.

His voice startled as we were in a comfortable silence as we walked. I turn to him and see his hoodie isn't covering his face anymore, punching his shoulder I agree to a victory flight.

He starts up his flight she'll, I hop on the seat with his help, we take off and I shriek with excitement.

"Victory screech!" I shout

Thankfully the sewage pipes were huge so we were able to get a few loops in and land infront of the lairs front door. I jump off, Donnie inputs the code and I skip inside. Donnie quickly goes into his Lab grabs me a comfy blanket and a heating pad, I'm sitting in one of the two seater beanbags. Handing them to me I tear up a little and accept them.

"I had these just in case for April, I also have extra snacks but now I should add your favorites into the mix as well." He days while avoiding contact.

Everyone else joins us we open the pizza, Leo goes into the kitchen and tosses me a soda pop which I catch. Opening it up I take a big gulp and continue to eat my slices of pizza. April sits next to me and the boys are arguing on what Jupiter Jim movie we should watch and we just laugh while they fight.

"Man I love you guys" I say quietly and April pokes my cheek.

"Love you too girly" she says.

#rottmnt #rottmnt donatello #rottmnt x reader #rise donatello #rottmnt fanfiction #rise donnie #rise of the tmnt #donnie x reader

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lumin-au · 4 months ago

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Call of Duty Multiplayer Basic Builds

I want to share with you guys something I have softly tweaked\made over the past few Call of Duty games. This is my general custom loadout template I use for each game. I've cleaned up a little yesterday in hopes that it's relevant for COD Black Ops 6. The idea for them is the below:

Each loadout is tailored for very different playstyles. You can't just be running and gunning the same way with all of them. Keeps the game interesting and makes it easier to switch to what your team might need given the objective.

Each loadout is focuses on type of guns, not individual guns themselves. That way you can constantly be leveling up and getting camo challenges for each gun, and then swap them out with the same type while still sticking to the general premise of the loadout.

I do have quite a few other loadouts that I've played around with, slight tweaks and more focus on versatility. I might post them in the future if I find any more particularly unique. 1. Navy SEALs (Commando)

Primary: Assault Rifle (suggested: Suppressor, Reflex Sight, Tactical Foregrip)

Secondary: Silenced Handgun

Perks: Stealth Abilities

Equipment: Smoke Grenade

Lethal: Frag Grenade

Playstyle: Focus on covert ops. Moving through maps slowly and silently taking alternative paths to your teammates, taking out enemies without revealing your position. Ideal for flanking and surprise attacks.

2. Delta Force (Assault and Recon)

Primary: Battle Rifle (suggested: Red Dot Sight, Laser, Extended Mags)

Secondary: Launcher

Perks: Protection and Ammo focused

Equipment: Flashbang (for breaching)

Lethal: C4 (for objectives or vehicles)

Playstyle: Front-line fighter, pushing objectives and clearing paths for your team. This loadout can handle both close-quarters and mid-range combat with the ability to disable enemy air support.

3. Spetsnaz (Support & Suppression)

Primary: Light Machine Gun (Suggested: Bipod, Extended Mags, Compensator)

Secondary: Shotgun (for close-quarters protection)

Perks: That assist in camping.

Equipment: Trophy System (to protect from enemy grenades)

Lethal: Proximity Mine\Claymore (for securing areas)

Playstyle: Focus on immobile area suppression and control. Hold down key positions with sustained fire, providing cover for teammates or denying enemy access to objectives.

4. British SAS (CQC Specialist)

Primary: SMG (suggested: Suppressor, Quickdraw, Laser Sight)

Secondary: Combat Knife (for fast takedowns)

Perks: Movement Primary, Stealth Secondary

Equipment: Flashbang (to disorient enemies)

Lethal: Throwing Knife (silent kills)

Playstyle: Ideal for fast-paced, indoor and tight corridor combat. Push hard into enemy territory, disorient with flashbangs, and eliminate targets in close-range encounters with speed and precision.

5. Army Rangers (Assault)

Primary: Assault Rifle (suggested: ACOG Scope, Foregrip, Flash Hider)

Secondary: Handgun

Perks: Protection and Equipment buff

Equipment: Stim Shot (for quick healing)

Lethal: Frag Grenade

Playstyle: Balanced across all combat scenarios, excelling in holding objectives, engaging at mid-range, and providing steady support to your team.

6. Canadian Joint Task Force 2 (Special Ops)

Primary: Marksman Rifle (suggested: Variable Zoom Scope, Bipod, Extended Mags)

Secondary: Compact SMG

Perks: Stealth & 2 Primary Weapons

Equipment: Smoke Grenade (conceal movement or sniping spots)

Lethal: Proximity Mine\Claymore (for protecting your sniping location)

Playstyle: Focus on overwatch and long-range engagements while remaining mobile enough to relocate when necessary. The compact SMG ensures you aren’t defenseless in close quarters.

7. Australian SASR (Special Air Service Regiment)

Primary: Battle Rifle (suggested: ACOG Scope, Extended Barrel, Foregrip)

Secondary: Shotgun

Perks: Mobility\Visibility\Stealth

Equipment: Concussion Grenade

Lethal: Semtex (sticky grenade for tactical destruction)

Playstyle: Great for methodical, precise engagements. Use your battle rifle to dominate medium- to long-range combat, while keeping your shotgun ready for room-clearing or surprise close-range fights.

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