#he had a grown man voice and a little kid was being bullied

[cowsuponcows]

Had a dream about Chilchuck I don't even know Dungeon Meshi???? What is tumblr exposure doing to my subconscious

[princessbrunette]

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rafe wasn’t a big sweatpants wearer.

he liked to think of himself as matured, classy, reeking of money. sweatpants was something he associated with being a slob, lazing around, not getting off your ass and working. that didn’t mean he didn’t own a few pairs— you know, for sleeping, lounging, etcetera.

because of his dislike for the garment, you’d rarely see him in anything other than work slacks or kook-y board shorts, which is why when he brushed past you in the hallway of tanny-hill, wearing grey sweatpants and a black tshirt — you were lost for words.

“wh—where are you going?” you all but mewl, quietly padding behind him as he frantically searches the bowl placed on the chest by the door.

“uh, gotta run n’see barry— the fuck are my keys? you seen ‘em?” he stressed, itching his forehead as he thinks about where he might’ve left them.

“no, uhm… you’re going out dressed like that?” you ask.

grey sweatpants — a grown man’s lingerie. with each step rafe took, it became abundantly clear that he’d skipped out on boxers today, something he never did, true lazy-day style. his dick print hung heavy in the centre below the draw strings, thick and causing a bump in the soft fabric. he glances down at himself upon following your gaze and shrugs obviously.

“laundry day.” he stops his search to face you properly, eyeing you where you stand. “the hells with you, seem all out of it today.” his voice is low and tired, and you can’t help but bite down on your glossy bottom lip, stepping towards him. you say nothing, staring up at him— and he stares back, eyes vacant and lips parted. you stand on your tip-toes and kiss him.

he kissed back, albeit confused— and as soon as you pressed your body to his, feeling his bulge right on your tummy — something took over you. it wasn’t enough that you were ovulating, the sweatpants were making you feral.

you quickly pull away to sink to your knees, a hand stroking his hip bone as you start to leave kisses to his clothed cock, the meat of it instinctually hardening beneath your trained touch. he smirks for a moment in disbelief, watching the way you mouth at him — humming like you were the one being pleased.

“alright, hey— i get it. ‘think sarah’s home. you—you want her comin’ down the stairs n’seeing the shit? stand up, kid.” he reluctantly reprimands you, giving your jaw a firm little tap but you only whine and pull him closer— your open mouth breathing hot air onto his growing erectjon, flat of your tongue pressed to the soft fabric between loving kisses.

“s’okay dad just wanna give you kisses.” it comes out muffled, distracted, like you don’t actually know what you’re saying. he licks his lips irritably at you not listening, eyes fluttering before he grabs your jaw, pulling you up to stand.

“i said alright. easy, yeah?” he warns once he’s closer to eye level with you, still gripping your jaw. you grin, all slick-lipped and glassy eyed.

“can’t go out anymore daddy, not like that.” you point to his crotch, your mouth having darkened the light grey fabric all around his hardened bulge— making it obvious something had gone down. it was true, he couldn’t go out like that. barry was always looking for new things to tease rafe about, and this would be giving him perfect ammunition. he presses his lips together, nostrils flaring before he lets go of your face, the same hand reaching round to the back of you, grabbing the back of your little booty shorts and yanking, using the momentum to spin you suddenly to face the same way as him.

as soon as you’re facing the other way he slaps your ass, before prodding at your shoulder — signifying for you to walk toward the stairs. “shit, little brat. start walkin’, think you owe me something.”

you giggle, slowing your pace like you were gonna come back with another retort but he simply gives your shoulder another little shove — practically bullying you. “said go, didn’t i?”

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[dcdreamblog]

Ok top 5 hottest mystery men, and don't deny you have preference! We've seen your posts!!!

This is entrapment. I'm calling my lawyer... ... ...Ground rules. I'm taking mystery men to mean men and women here, because I'm not making two lists. I'm also only putting in the running people as they existed during the Squadron's heyday. I'm not going to come out here and simp for a bunch of heroes who are still active and nominally in my dating bracket because that is WEIRD

Yes that means Sandy is not on this list, which is why you asked. My revenge is petty but final. 5. Sandra Knight AKA The Phantom Lady.

(A popular war bond pinup of Knight)

YES ITS CLICHE BUT WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT FROM ME? Sandra Knight is a woman who is known for 2 things. Being stubborn as a mule and for wearing the kind of costume that caused spontaneous nosebleeds in a mile radius around her. She's confidently flirtatious, fiery in her conviction and if she was wearing any less she'd be on a list. You look at her legs in this picture and I dare you. I DARE YOU to judge me. Sometimes the obvious answer is obvious for a reason.

4. Al Pratt AKA The Atom.

(A photograph of Pratt taken during a JSA address in Washington DC)

He is 5'1" and every single millimeter of it is home grown BEEF. He is the Charles Atlas story made manifest. Kind, polite and well meaning but with the heart of lion. He's the kind of guy who would bring you out to the lake and ask you to go steady after knocking your bully flat on his ass with one punch. If you like the Archie type of carrying your books for you and laying his jacket in a mud puddle chivalry AND you want the kind of man who looks like he could bend a motorcycle in half with his thighs. He is the WHOLE package.

3. Susan Barr nee Kent AKA Bulletgirl

(An image of Kent from the cover a war bond comic) This is probably my most "hear me out" answer if only because she's much less well known unless you happen to be from Fawcett City. Is it the legs (pardon me "gams") that go all the way up? Yes.

Is it the classy, wavy chocolate brown hair that seems to shimmer like running water? Yes.

Is it the kind of classic silver screen movie star pretty that leaves your heart thumping visibly out of your chest like Bugs Bunny? Yes.

I've had a crush on Bulletgirl since I was a child, my first deep dive into any Golden Ager was a report I wrote in middle school about her just so I could devour every ounce of information that was publically available at this time. This one is an innocent school boy puppy crush which makes me feel better about putting a woman who was publically married during the war on this list. But only barely.

2. Greg Saunders AKA Vigilante

(A photograph of Saunders taken during a 7 Soldiers parade, 1945)

Hand me a puffy pink fan, paint a beauty mark on my left cheek and hold me up because I am now a fainting southern belle being swept off her feet by the handsome stranger and his mysterious ways.

He's got a motorcycle, he's good with kids, he has his own rope. And lest we not forget he's also an internationally famous, genre redefining country western singer. I know its before the time of most of you but have you HEARD this man? That accent, that harmony, every single thing about his voice feels like melting into a crackling south western bonfire

Oh lordy I am coming down with a case of the vapors.

Jonathan Chambers AKA Johnny Quick

(A rendering of Chambers from the poster of "The Squadron" motion picture, 1970) ...listen. LISTEN. ...I have this thing about bitchy men. Not mean men, not abusive men. No, just bitchy men. A man who will make a snide comment in my ear, or giggle with me in the back of some blowhard's speech, or come up with a little pet name he trots out a little too casually in front of my colleagues and then sweeps me off of my feet and treats me to rose petals and candles. I want a man who will make me steam like a clam bake and then right when I'm about to break a chair over his head he gets down on one knee and breaks out an absurd bouquet of roses. I want a man who I want to strangle and then who I want to marry inside the space of an hour. I have a THING. About bitchy men

[charlie-roe]

Konig Headcanons - SFW

To preface, I thoroughly, without a doubt, 1000% stand behind the fact that Konig is not a shy uwu boi. He’s got anxiety not a weak constitution. This is just generally about him as a person + a lil drabble about relationships but nothing explicit (I will post that later tehe).

Let’s talk about his anxiety. He has it, but he’s not a crybaby. He’s a grown man who kills people for a living. Do you really think if you hurt his feelings he’d steeple his index fingers together and his eyes would water? No, absolutely fuckin’ not. I think his anxiety has to do with being uncomfortable in situations that he’s not prepared for. If he’s thoroughly briefed on a mission, familiar with people or places, given detailed directions, etc he’s g2g. And I still think even if he’s uncomfortable he wouldn’t outright show it. But he is a fidgeter. He’d probably clench and unclench his fists, rub the hem of his shirt between his fingers, bounce his leg if he’s sitting, pull out his phone to “check the time” often, etc. Konig wouldn’t announce that he’s anxious.

His bio says that he has severe social anxiety and was bullied as a child but doesn’t give more details about his anxiety than that. I see a lot of headcanons saying that it’s because he was chubby, had a stutter, or a harelip but I don’t think that’s the cause. I think he grew up in a very remote area and didn’t have much contact with kids his age (only child vibes), so he didn’t develop social skills. Maybe homeschooled or something. So, I think kids bullied him for being a bit awkward at times, not understanding social cues or simply not talking because he just didn’t know what to say.

 Otherwise, I imagine him to be very confident, almost borderline cocky. With people he’s familiar with he can be funny, maybe even goofy and have a good time. Have you heard his voice lines in the game? He’s charismatic because he knows what he’s doing and he’s in his element. Some of his voice lines are even funny. His anxiety is nonexistent when he’s on missions because of this and why he has good comebacks. Especially if he snipes someone and he makes the comment “Heh, and they said I couldn’t be a sniper.” COCKY AF. I think it’s almost like once he’s locked in on a mission, he goes into a certain corner of his brain that is a lil bit bloodthirsty and violent and a bit psychotic. Killer autopilot mode. Because who dafuq just breaks someone’s back over their knees? An entire personality crafted just for war.

Why did he join the military? I think honestly because where he grew up didn’t have many career choices. I imagine he grew up in a little mountain town, so his choices were like a butcher shop, a grocery store, or the post office lmfao. He was good with guns since he hunted since he was a kid and figured that he could send money home to his family and experience the world with the military. Konig’s size and his constant fidgeting barred him from being a sniper. People could see his big ass from a mile away even in a ghillie suit, he just couldn’t blend in no matter how small he tried to scrunch himself together. He was disappointed at first, but I think he came to love being on the front lines and is how the mask came into play. I will explain.

His bio states that there’s a rumor that he wears the hood because underneath is scary. This suggests he’s been mutilated by war, but I think it really is just a rumor. It’s simply a scare tactic and partially for privacy reasons. Imagine being the enemy holed up in a room, the door blasts open and Konig’s inhumanly tall ass steps through the doorway wearing an executioner’s hood and all you can see is the whites of his eyes. It would be terrifying, and it catches the enemy off guard. They’ve heard stories about him, and the legend isn’t a myth. Konig is a known figure throughout the PMC & bad guys world. So, he doesn’t want anyone on the other side to remember his face and see him in public. However, I don’t believe Konig wears his hood all the time. As soon as he’s on that helo headed out, he rips that mask off so he can breathe properly.

So, what’s under the mask? Again, I think the rumors about him being a wreck under the mask are just a part of his lore. I think Konig is either dirty blonde or has auburn hair. I really can’t decide. It’s kept at a shorter length that curls at the ends. His eyes are a like a steely, grey-blue color. His jawline is defined, more in a square shape. Slight cleft chin. His bottom lip is fuller than his top lip. Konig’s nose is slightly crooked from being broken a few times, but the bridge is defined but I think he has a cute lil button-y, retrousse nose. High cheekbones. Thick eyebrows that are sharp in shape. His teeth aren’t 100% perfect, some crowding issues on the bottom. Definitely has had some teeth knocked out so some are fake. He has a light stubble, has the ability to grow a beard but doesn’t because it gets caught in his hood. He does have scars both mild and severe scattered about his face. He’s obviously very muscular, but I do think he has a smidge of fat on his abs because he needs constant food for his body type. Definitely a 12/10 stars pretty man…or he’s very average. There is allegedly a glitch in game where his face is revealed, and he’s not ugly but not hot either.

Let’s address the elephant in the room…his height. I know it’s widely believed or accepted that he is 6’10”. And while I would love to believe that I don’t think it’s true. He is canonically very tall; but I think around 6’6” or 6’7” max and 6’4” being the minimum. Maybe the 6’10” is just another rumor spread to keep up with his imposing legend.

If it’s true that Konig is indeed a colonel, then it would take around 17 years for him to achieve this rank in the German military (I couldn’t find anything specific about Austrian military, plus at this point there’s no clear answer to whether he’s Austrian or German) then canonically he must be at the very least 34 which I agree with, maybe even a few years older. He’s a whole, grown ass adult man not a 20-something year old. I feel like he’s a summer baby.

I honestly have no clue as to what his legal name is. I would like for it to be something sexy like Felix, Leon, Elias, Klaus, or Milo. But I have a feeling it’s something very basic and very Germanic like Karl or Albert. Or even worse something ugly like Wolfgang but I won’t even entertain that idea. I think the name Konig just comes from his cockiness. He’s the king on the battlefield because he excels at what he does. He took down an entire terrorist cell by himself. I’ve seen some people say that maybe it’s his last name or maybe even his first name, but I don’t think that’s right either.

It takes him some time to warm up to people, so he can come off as shy at first or maybe even rude/harsh. But really, he’s just observing to see how he can act around them. If they seem like they wouldn’t appreciate a dirty joke, he won’t say anything inappropriate. He bases his personality on the energy they project. They like to goof off? He can be a dumbass around them. They’re kind and polite? Konig will give it right back. Are they harsh and blunt? He’s got that personality under his belt too. Not to say he doesn’t have his own “real” personality, but I think this is one of his ways to get around his social anxiety.

He won’t shy away from going out with his friends or teammates. In fact, I think he’s funnier when he’s drunk, but he’s still reserved and doesn’t get blackout drunk. He definitely wouldn’t dance or sing, but he gets very chatty and loves to joke but only with the people he knows. He’ll play pool with the guys. He probably wouldn’t chat up strangers at the bar on his own or do something to draw attention to himself. But if someone comes up to him, he’s not going to clam up. Probably just come off as awkward and not have much to say because he ain’t know them like that.

I think he’s popular with the ladies for sure. Like girls definitely notice him and crush on him. I definitely don’t think he’s a 34+ year old virgin or only has a few bodies under his belt. But Konig also isn’t a man whore (but I do love the idea of it). He’s sitting at a 10-15 body count. Not too little, not a whole lot. I don’t think he’s interested in barrack bunnies, but he also would be lying if he said he’s never slept with a fellow soldier that he got close to. But I don’t think he’s the type for a relationship due to his job. He’s always going out on missions in other countries for weeks at a time. When he comes back, he’s exhausted and doesn’t have the energy to put into a relationship so he feels like it’s not fair to have a significant other. Unfortunately, he gives me situationship vibes, but he doesn’t mean for it to happen and in fact doesn’t really care for casual flings, but they just happen. Just keeps seeing the same girl for a few months at a time but then cuts ties when things get a bit too serious. Konig wouldn’t mind having a partner, but he wants to wait until he’s retired so he’s able to actually put effort into the relationship.

Warning: In my world I depict Konig as straight, so the following is based on that belief. I think Konig has a thing for women with long blonde hair, but otherwise doesn’t care too much about height, body shape, weight or race as long as he thinks they’re pretty. His ideal girl would be calm, kind, polite but can dish & take jokes and able to let loose once in a while. I don’t think he’d go for obnoxious, loud or high maintenance ladies. Doesn’t mind someone with a bit of fire to them. He wants a woman, not a silly lil baby lolita egirl teeny bopper (sorry to those who love this idea) so I don’t think he’d go for women under 25ish. He likes them more mature with ambition and a steady head. He doesn’t mind spoiling them every so often, but also thinks women shouldn’t use him for his money either. He doesn’t feel emasculated when his girl pays for dinner. He thinks that a relationship should be equal and fair on both sides. Definite plus if she’s a great cook because this man loves to eat.

For hobbies I think Konig enjoys hunting, he makes his own beer when he’s on leave, hiking, he’s a good cook (at least when it comes to Austrian/German/whatever Activision decides his nationality is today) and has project cars. Let’s break it down.

He grew up in the mountains, so there’s prey animals in abundance and I like to think he did it as a kid with his father or another father figure. He does feel bad for the animals he hunts, but he makes sure to use up every part so nothing goes to waste. Obviously, he uses the meat, he uses the pelts for crafting, he does have a bone collection going and if he took an especially magnificent specimen, he will have it mounted on his cabin wall because he dabbles a little bit in taxidermy but isn’t a trophy hunter.

He’s Austrian/German so beer is in his DNA. He likes to experiment and see what flavors he can create when he makes his beer. If Konig brews a batch that is really good, he will share with family & friends but usually it’s just for his personal consumption. He doesn’t just make beer though; in the summer he’ll make his own wine from berries because his mom/grandma loves it. Lowkey a mama’s boy.

I’d also like to think that he learned cooking with his mom or grandma when he was little. They’d have him help with the small stuff and would hang out with them in the kitchen and observe. As he got older, he would take more part of the cooking to the point where he’d offer to make dinner so his mom/granny whoever can relax. Plus, as I said this man loves to eat and when he’s at his own place off duty he craves hearty meals and mama ain’t there to cook.

I honestly have no source or idea why he likes project cars. I think it mostly has to do with keeping him busy and focused on something. I don’t think Konig tunes them as performance cars, so I don’t think he races them or does anything crazy with them. He does, however, like to drive around for fun, especially on long, windy mountain roads.

Konig loves music and listens to a wide range of it, but I think he’d especially be into German metal (think Rammstein- very stereotypical, I know), but likes Type-O Negative, etc. Anything hard rock. For some reason he likes Sublime even though it’s widely different to what he usually listens to. He hates country music.

If I have any more that I think of I will add. I hope that the big hype surrounding Konig will make Activision bring him more into the game. Maybe not the sole focus of the game, but a campaign mission here or there or he makes an appearance in the very least. I’m just not sure how it would work out because per canon SpecGru and KorTac are rivals. Whether this means they’re actually enemies or just competition in campaign mode or rivals for multiplayer to simplify things I’m still debating about.

Anyhoo, any thoughts or comments are appreciated! I just really wanted to take this from a logical standpoint from what we know and what can be speculated based on the little information we’ve been given about him. I don’t think anyone understands how bad I need him to be real.

[manicpixxiedreambitch]

When I was eleven, my fifth grade teacher was ableist to me, not that I believe he was doing it intentionally. But he knew I had ADHD and got mad at me when I showed symptoms. He called me lazy and disobedient. He told me not to use my ADHD as an “excuse to be lazy”. He nicknamed me energizer bunny because I was showing symptoms like talking too much, going too fast, etc. One moment that stuck with me the worst though was when he pulled me into the hallway and towered over me (this part might be a little biased though, seeing as he was a grown adult and I was a small child) and he yelled at me, threatening to fail me.

For doodling on my papers. Said that even if all my work was done correctly on the assignment, if I doodled on my paper he would fail me.

And so I cried because what else was I supposed to do? I was eleven. And looking back, I know now that the doodling was a compulsive thing I did to help myself focus.

But when he saw the tears he just yelled “I don’t care if you cry!”

And I remember saying in a small voice “I know.”

I stopped doodling so much on my papers after that. Sure, I’ve drawn the occasional flower or eyeball on my papers, but not as wildly, not as freely as I used to do as a child. He engraved that fear of failing in me so bad that for years I was terrified of doodling on my papers.

Now I am in my senior year in high school. My last semester. And I just realized, that he can’t hurt me anymore. He can’t fail me. And because I’m starting a new chapter in my life, I want closure on something that hurt me for years. So last night, I sat down, and I respectfully wrote the teacher a four page letter. First I explained who I was. How I knew him. And then I apologized, and explained that this was probably not the kind of letter he was expecting. How I was writing the letter for closure. I let him know I do not hate him, and that I do not expect a response, nor do I want him to feel any guilt as a result. The letters main purpose was for him to know he hurt me.

I explained that I understand that a lot of my childhood actions had deserving consequences, however I did not deserve to be treated the way I was in his class. I told him how I was being bullied a lot, and had no friends at the time. I told him how I had ADHD, and how the way he treated me for showing symptoms was wrong. I said I felt like an alien, and I was treated like one. I brought up the nickname he gave me, how to this day I hate it. I wrote about that horrible day in the hallway, how it was from my perspective and how what he said stuck with me. How I did not realize teachers could be bullies until I entered his class. I stated that I did not deserve that. I was a child. How I am not being sensitive or a “snowflake”. How I am not saying he should have let me get away with doing anything I wanted, but he could’ve handled me as a student a little better. That my teacher was supposed to help me swim, not scold me for drowning. I was not a bad kid. I was a troubled kid. And yeah, I know you can’t help everyone, but it still hurt me.

And then I explained once again that I was sorry that this wasn’t the kind of letter he expected to receive from a former student. That perhaps to another student he might have been Mr. Falker, but not to me.

I am not lazy, I am not willfully disobedient, I am a human being. I have a human voice, and human emotions. And he did not treat me as such that day in the hallway, or when I was in his class. How the phrase “I don’t care if you cry” will forever sting at me any time I am upset.

I told him that I am in my senior year in high school. I am looking into a career in the field of art. And I write books, I am an author. And unfortunately, I can give no credit to that man for these accomplishments.

And after I finished writing the letter, I started doodling all over the margins. It was uncomfortable at first, it felt like I had artists block for doodling. But then I remembered all of the doodles I used to draw all those years ago, and I started doodling more. And as soon as most of the margins were covered, I know this sounds dramatic, but I swear I heard my fifth grade self laughing. She was saying “You’re gonna get in trouble! He’s gonna fail you!” And I was hit with the most sobering thought. “He’s not.”

[okay-letsdothisonelasttime]

I'm back on that hunger games bullshit. Cause you know, the world is turning into a dystopion nightmare before our eyes, so why not consume media that showcases the hell on earth we are barrelling toward. And as always I have some (many) thoughts.

(This is long, but I needed to get it out of my head - sorry in advance if anyone does actually read it)

Gale is the worst - we all know this. He's manipulative, petty, short sighted and insecure. A great representation of fragile masculinity. But I'm only now coming to realise a lot of my dislike of the third book was largely ignited by his increased role in the narrative. Don't get me wrong there was a good potion of it that stemmed from being a (privilaged) adolescents at the time and thus unable to fully comprehend and empathise with the themes being discussed. But even at that age he was so unpalatable (and still is) that having to hear about him and his shitty behaviour throughout the story really undermined the complexity of the narrative (at least for me. Shitty unnecessary love triangle with a terrible man = loss of interest).

The third book is so much more interesting to me now (excluding fucking gale) that I have (experience with) comprehensive knowledge of mental health struggles (i.e. ptsd, depression, anxiety, panic disorders etc.). The way that finnick, katniss, haymitch, Johanna and of course peeta (and really all of the tributes) struggle with their truma, particularly in the third book, is very interesting, if horrifying, to read about. Especially when you consider the time during which this was written. Like yes mental health was being discussed more freely and with less stigma. But it wasn't the same open conversations we are having now, over a decade later.

There's so many small details from the books that I had completely forgotten about. Details that subtlety weave into the narrative and really intensify the characters, themes and political systems being represented. Things that make the capitol and their power that much more terrifying. Ideas that anchor the distopian themes more to reality and reflect the growing injustice and corruption in our own world back at the reader.

The books do a better job of representing katniss and peeta's age then I remember. Yes they have grown up with hardship, poverty, oppression and are therefore justifiably tougher and more comprehending then your average (privilaged) teen. But both show a level of naivety (for lack of a better word) throughout the books, particularly catching fire, that is a fundamental buy product and nessisary reminder of the fact that these are 16 to 17 year old kids. Forced into being the face, voice and engine of a revolutionary war.

While I once resented certain character deaths at the end of the series and questioned the motives and decisions made by individuals. I have come to realise (with age and experience) that it was so much more important for the story that it's wasn't contorted into some kind of palatable "happy ending" for fan service. The story would have never worked as a whole if it wasn't being brutally honest about the cost of change. Not just in the indicriminant loss of life (it could be your mum, your neighbour, your bully in school - just like it could be the unnamed character or your favourite protagonist). But the tax it can take on the mind, body, spirit and morality of the people who are fighting for it. Standing up for your rights, for your friends and families safety, for the quality of life of hundreds of unnamed people who you have never met will take a toll. And standing up against the oppression of yourself and or others will never be easy. And there's every chance you might walk away from that fight and no longer recognise yourself when you look in the mirror.

Anyway I'm sure there's so much more, but in conclusion 'the hunger games' aged like fine wine for the most part.

And while i understand why there was so much push back against it for the last little while. A young white women being represented as the savour of the oppressed because she was a figure head (at least for a large part) for the movement, while many grass roots organisations do the actual fighting on the ground. [Please see edit to add below for corrections]

I think overall there's a lot of political issues the book discusses well, which have remained topical and relevant enough that it still has a place in the current day. (Particulalrly with the distopian shithole amaerica is tuning into as we speak).

EDIT TO ADD: it has come to my addention that Kitniss was infact written into the books as a POC, likely either Native American or Melungeon. Something I didn't know, but makes a hell of a lot of sense, and I think is far more powerful when you consider her role in the series. However this does bring the white washing of her role in the movies to the forefront and opens up the issues of racial prejudice and lack of equal oppunity in hollywood. How visual media can very easily corrupt and alter our comprehension of literature. And why represention is so incredibly vital.

Because the reality is that, for me, having Katniss' role payed by a white women in the films completely steam roled and mentally erased the nuance of her characterisation as a POC women in the books. As I'm sure it did for a lot of young white teenagers. Which in turn emboldened a lot of (priviaged and white) people to participate in proformative activism. And subsequently led to the backlash that I wrote about above.

Thank you to @bluestrawberrys for bring the above issue to my attention so I could make the nessisary correction.

[spencermyangel]

Can you do one where Morgan brings Reid to Chicago and they run into some of Morgan's old jock friends and Morgan is embarrassed to be friends with Spencer in front of his old high school friends.

CW - bullying, CSA implication and mention, Ableism. R slur

Having cases in his hometown was always bittersweet for Morgan. On one hand the city held a lot of painful memories and people he had distanced himself from long ago. But, on the other hand his family lived there and Chicago also brought reminders of happy times with them. 

It was one such case when he, along with Spencer were walking down the street to the alley where a murder had taken place, when he ran into some of those people. 

“Hey, Derek, is that you!” 

Morgan turned at the familiar voice, his jaw tensing when he saw two friends from highschool. Michael Brock and Denzel Acree. 

“It is,” Denzel said as he and Micheal approached, “we haven’t seen you in forever, man.” 

“Yeah, Sorry about that,” Morgan tried to hide his grimace, his eyes darting to Spencer who was observing something. “Things get busy, you know?” 

“Yeah, of course. It’s nice running into you though. Heard you’re in the FBI now, that’s insane,” Micheal chuckled, shaking his head, his blond hair swaying along with the motion. 

“Yep, I’m actually here on a case.” Morgan felt his heart speed up and his hands clench as he noticed Spencer making his way back over. 

His eyes glanced back over to the two men he had tried so hard to impress in school. And, even though he was a grown man now and knew better, he felt that familiar weight made on his chest.  What would they think of him, being friends with someone like Spencer?

Guilt plagued him the moment he thought that. Spencer was his little brother, he was a genius, he was amazing and talented. But, he was odd and quirky. Quirks Morgan had grown to love, but that could be off putting to judgemental strangers. 

Spencer was having a day when he was a little overstimulated, and therefore appeared more autistic than usual. What would Denzel and Micheal think? 

Spencer walked over, hands softly swaying at his sides as he hummed. He opened his mouth to speak, but only a squeak came out. He blushed in embarrassment and frustration, annoyed he was still non-verbal from early in the day when he got overwhelmed. He was lifting his hands to sign when a voice stopped him. 

“Is he like… a witness?” 

Morgan gulped, glancing at Spencer, “uh, no. He’s a member of my team at the FBI.” 

Denzel scoffed, “seriously? They really just hire anyone now, huh?” 

Morgan stuttered, not knowing what to say or do. Why did he feel like this? frozen? 

“Too bad you got stuck with a retard on your team,” Micheal shook his head, “reminds me of when I got paired with Bennett for that school project. Well, we’ll let you get back to work. It was nice seeing you.”

Then words that Morgan would soon regret left his mouth, “Of course, you too.” 

When the two men turned the corner, Morgan turned to see Spencer. He was looking down, pure hurt shining in his eyes with his arms hanging limply at his side. 

Morgan walked over hesitantly, “Reid…”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Spencer softly asked, having seemingly regained his ability to speak. 

“I don’t know… I didn’t know what to say,” Morgan muttered, not meeting Spencer’s eyes in shame. 

Spencer slowly nodded, hurt still written on his face, “who’s Bennett?” 

Morgan froze, panic building in him. He was supposed to have left that part of his life in high school, “he just was some kid in our grade.”

Spencer shook his head, “you don’t get that look on your face over a random person.” 

Morgan sighed and took a deep breath, “Bennett was a kid in my class, he was autistic. We weren’t the nicest to him.” 

Spencer’s eyes widened, “What did you do?” he whispered

Morgan grimaced and braced himself for Spencer’s reaction, “we made fun of him. We would… clap next to his ears to overwhelm him,” his voice got quieter and quieter as he went on, “One time we… we asked him to hang out after school, only to jump him when he got there.” 

Morgan hated the version of himself he was in high school, an angry teen who took his problems out on innocent people around him. He remembered how excited Bennett was when they asked him to hang out, his hand flapping as he rapidly nodded. He remembered the next day when he didn’t show up for school and how over the next few days, he found out Bennett had transferred schools. 

He was snapped out of his flashback by Spencer’s wide eyes studying him in horror, desperately searching for a sign this wasn’t true. That Morgan was playing some sick joke on him. 

“Why?” was all Spencer said. 

Morgan blinked back tears and cleared his throat, “I was in a lot of pain, with what was happening.”

Spencer shook his head, “I was in pain too, I didn’t beat people up. That’s not an excuse.”

“I know,” Morgan nodded, “I was an incredibly angry teen and I shouldn’t have taken it out on people around me. It’s something I have worked on in therapy… I wish I could apologize to Bennett. Show him how much I’ve grown and tell him he didn’t deserve what we did to him.”

“I’m sure Garcia could track him down,” Spencer responded, shocking Morgan. 

“Do you think… you could help me with what I should do?” Morgan asked, a humble and genuine expression on his face. 

Spencer smiled, glad this was the man that angry teen had turned into, “I’d love too.”

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LOOOOOOL KRANK THAT SOULJA BOY 🔥💯 LMFAOOOO OLD MAN YAOI frank is every bit as bad as stewy is with kendall when it comes to logan. he can only see the nice parts. he knows logan isn’t a good man or even a good father but he’ll love him forever anyway. he could get fired a hundred thousand times and he wouldn’t know how to stay away. that’s how they are. he hates caroline because logan pays her so much attention. he hates marcia because logan trusts her so much. even, sometimes, he hates gerri, because logan wanted her like a lover and he’ll never, ever, want frank that way, no matter how long he waits or how much he parents logan’s children. and gerri is so ungrateful for it. she doesn’t even want his attentions, how can that be? it’s like logan doesn’t think anything of him anymore, even though when they were twenty-eight, logan would tell him everything.

he would tell him about uncle noah and keep telling him until his voice got scratchy and his chest got tight, which was something he usually only did with women he had become obsessed with. of course that made frank feel special, even though he knows it can never mean anything. he’ll never be logan’s real wife, or kendall’s real father, or ceo. logan has always known there was something strange about him, something queer, something that prevents him from being more than just loyal confidante and underling. does anyone ever tell you guys that you’re kind of obsessed with him? karl asks, new blood in the legal department, and gerri and frank glance at each other. he’ll learn soon enough.

he doesn’t, though. karl is always so placid with logan, nodding along when he’s bullied, smiling flatly, being just funny enough. he does his job and doesn’t get made into anybody’s godfather. frank waits for thirty years for something to change, but, in a way, the four of them are mountains, and thirty years is not enough. frank is sitting in the cabin of an airplane, staring at gerri, who is staring at karl, who is staring at him. for gerri, god is dead in the next cabin over. for frank, the realization that every minute he lives now will be without logan is dawning. karl is thinking absently of who might be made interim ceo. frank feels like he might have been sitting with the two of them in this airplane since he was twenty-eight.

no one spirals. it’s too obvious to do that. the kids need them. the company needs them. karolina needs them. and they’ve always had each other as a constant comfort, even if they’ve never been anything more. at matsson’s retreat, frank takes one look at the sauna and says, good luck getting me in that thing. karl says, i can’t agree more. the kill list feels far away and meaningless as they sit together, breathing in the cold air, laughing at hugo in the same way they’ve been doing together for ever and ever. the grief feels almost meaningless, too.

little shiv, who used to sit at the end of the long dining table in the hamptons doing summer school and tell frank every detail of her life because roman and kendall think they’re too grown-up for me, now, asks them at the funeral how bad was dad? frank can’t answer honestly. karl’s honesty is too dry. she walks away. when she does, karl brushes his knuckles against frank’s, and even though they never tried this once in thirty years of being in each other’s business, frank knows without having to be told that he’s supposed to tangle their fingers together and hold on tight.

maybe they should have cared more about the kill list, though. tom fires them. he has to. he does it together, the three of them in logan’s office, killing two birds with one stone. it hurts frank more than logan’s death did, and it’s the best thing that ever happened to karl. the two of them are standing side-by-side outside of the temple that is waystar, waiting for their drivers to take them away for the last time. did we ever meet up outside of work? karl asks, because he actually can’t remember. when was the last time either of us did something outside of work? frank counters, and karl chuckles. you wanna give it a try? frank does want to give it a try. he’s forgotten what it’s like to spend an evening without one of logan’s children, or mistresses, or siblings, or apprentices, or disciples within his line of sight. somehow, karl has completely avoided becoming any of these things.

the house in the country is many times too large for two. frank reads shakespeare in the sunroom and drinks tea. karl walks in and says, can we go to the pond tomorrow? and frank says, no, i’m meeting kendall for breakfast tomorrow. karl doesn’t roll his eyes. okay, can we go to the pond on wednesday? the ducks will miss us, karl tries again. you make me feel old, frank says, happily.

you gave him too much credit, says karl, finally, on wednesday, tossing stale bread into the duck pond. you never gave him enough, says frank. i didn’t have to. he was just my business partner, says karl. and he was the love of my life, frank says, but in saying it, he’s proving it wrong. logan would never have fed the ducks with him, or encouraged frank to idolize him less. FROG AND TOADDDD 🔥🔥🔥😂😂🔥 LMFAO COMPRESSION SOCKS

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Lynn Wisteria Felix.

The art in the center is my drawing, so credits to me for doing one good thing in life<3.

Name: Lynn Wisteria Felix.

Age: 25.

Gender identity and Sexuality: Genderfluid, bi.

Pronouns: he/them.

Race: Changeling.

Class and subclass: Sorcerer, wild magic (chaos origin in the Bellowing Wilds universe).

Canonic romance in BG3: Astarion<3 (trauma babies help each other healing)

Appearance:

Long white hair are braided carefully while leaving his overgrown bangs to roam free on his head. his eyes are like a void that eats your soul as you stare into them. His skin is pearlescent, almost looking like a sheet of parchment.

He's around 6'5, and has a slutty little waist.

The particularity with him is in his right hand. Since he was a newborn his curse has manifested physically as a curious type of vitiligo. It started small, just a finger, and slowly expanded until it reached his shoulder and part of his neck.

He likes rings. In fact, he keeps a golden band on his middle finger. Talking about his hands, they are slender, the hue of the blood flowing underneath is a shadow on them. He keeps his nails well curated, grown in stiletto and painted with black lacquer. He wears tightly fitting button ups that usually have frills around the cuffs, yet always makes sure to expose part of his chest by leaving a few buttons open. He wears a necklace that he- let's say found before meeting his friends. He's very attached to it because of the resemblance with him. He wears leather pants that hug his body finely, matched with a pair of leather boots that keep the cuffs of the pants secured underneath.

Likes and dislikes:

He likes writing, he has kept a diary since he has met Jenneleth, his companion in countless of quests. he likes music, and humming while trying to stay sneaky is his biggest flaw, though his companions enjou his voice before bed as he sings them all to sleep. He despises lies, dishonesty, hurting weaker beings, and abuse. He also hates pickles.

Personality:

He's a sassy, straightforward person, never shying away from putting someone in line or giving his - most of the times- unwanted opinion. On the flip side, he has trust issues. He won't open up until he can be sure he's safe and you are not going to judge him. Beyond that he's a loving man when you get to know him, if he grows to call you his friend, he will make sure he's going to protect you at the cost of his life.

He's very insecure, and he will make jokes about it without hesitation, but to truly get to know him, you gotta dig deep and earn it.

Get to know him:

What is sadder than a lonely person? A lonely person that has lost hope.

Lynn was born in a small changeling village, where everyone took care of each other. He has grown in a very loving family that reminded him daily that his curse was okay.

Was it actually ok? No, Lynn grew up being bullied by his peers, especially when it came down to magic, which was supposed to be natural to him. Yet his inability to control the energy that flows through his body made sure he could never prove himself worthy. No one ever dared to defend him, until the lovely Tryx waltzed in and took his side. Little did he know she was going to be the reason he lost it all.

Years layer, when he turned 20, he was ready to settle down, maybe have kids, or maybe just travel with his beloved, yet when he was about to reach his happiness, tragedy had to push him off the ledger.

One night, he jolts up at the smell of smoke. Everything around him was too hot. He didn't hesitate to tumble down the stairs and search for his parent, only to be greeted by their corpses at the end of the last step.

He did all he could, pulling them out of the house and trying to save their life, but it was too late.

It was too late cause he looked around him, and his home was not the only building on fire. The whole village was burning down, families were exhaling for the last time when it dawned on him.

He never run so fast, skipping steps as he made his way towards Tryx's bedroom, but he was once more too late.

He gathered her, cradled to his chest, and brought her out. He sobbed for hours on her corpse until he realized he was lonely.

And that's where it began. He doesn't tell the tale of his travels, or how he gifted Jenneleth a necklace, or how he almost witnessed his world's apocalypse, nor how he ended up in faerun, but he's finally taking the chance and look for himself.

Navigation tags:

#bloodshift - for all lynn x astarion content

#lynnstarion - old lynn x astarion content

#lynn's dashboard - for lynn on the internet

#faces: [name] for recurring friends.

I hope you have a nice stay, Lynn.

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OK DONE WITH PART 1

Characterization thoughts:

Bill: I like kid Bill a lot. especially as part 1 goes on you see more and more of that gravity he has and why he’s Big Bill who all the other kids (and anyone with sense) would follow into hell. i always imagine Bill with dark hair and maybe…a little stockier? but i think this Bill felt more visually and emotionally like book Bill than movie Bill did to me. closer to my ideal Bill. a platonic Bill if you will. adult Bill I still haven’t seen much of yet but the PONYTAIL. the PONYTAIL IS HILARIOUS. i love that in the book adult Bill was bald and in the miniseries they were like what if he had A LOT of hair tho. it’s such a bad ponytail.

Ben: oh Ben my beloved. kid Ben might be my favorite of these losers. he’s SO EFFORTLESSLY COOL and i really love that for him. like the actor is genuinely so great. he’s sweet but also just so cool. which is like honestly so Ben. im sad it feels like they’re playing down how smart he is by removing the library and replacing his scare with something about his dad. or whatever that was going on with his cousin??? unfortunately as much as i love kid ben so far adult ben is my least favorite. i haven’t seen much of him so i’m trying not to judge too harshly but everything about his introduction was so ://. he’s supposed to be a weird lone reclusive artist who frequents a particular bar so often he knows the bartender. he’s supposed to live in the middle of nowhere and have picked up cowboy traits. making him a player???????? no. this man is SO insecure. (yes he is also Very Hot and Lots of people would be attracted to him but the DIFFERENCE is that he would not get close enough to anyone for that to matter. because 1 he’s gone back to being the lone wolf he was before joining the Losers and 2 his heart is still holding out for Bev even if he doesn’t remember her…)

Eddie: kid Eddie is GREAT. he’s like a tiny little old man and that’s fantastic. his voice, his lines, his clothes, the way he *walks* perfect. impeccable. tiny little geriatric man. no notes. it’s sad that we don’t get his character arc with his asthma and everything, but i get why they didn’t have time to flesh out the characters the way they did in the book/movies (unless that’s coming in part 2 but from the scene where they all passed around Eddie’s inhaler i kind of doubt it). i also LOVE that they kept Eddie’s sense of direction. i just love when all the kids have special powers for no explicable reason. Eddie just always knows where to go 🥺 adult Eddie I have not seen much of but i have HIGH HOPES FOR. i love his look, i love his voice, i love his micromanaging. so far he’s my favorite adult. can’t wait for good things and only good things to happen to him in part 2 :)

Bev: very fond. i really really like how kid Bev looks. her wardrobe and those braids. it just really feels like she’s a scrappy kid right with the rest of them. the movies made her feel a little more…grown up/cooler than the rest of them but i guess thinking about it the kids are older in the movies. and like she is supposed to be cool and she is cool but she’s cool the same way the rest of them are, y’know? i really really liked her bantering with Richie. i have such a soft spot for their friendship and i really felt it here. grown up Bev i haven’t seen much of, but so far i like her. i wasn’t so sure at the very first scene, but after she got the call from mike i was like ohhh yep there she is.

Richie: oh Richie ascshdjs. i like this Richie a lot. definitely feels a lot like book Richie which makes a lot of sense because book Richie is so very from the 50s, and so is this one lol. i love his look and body language. when he’s running from the werewolf i’m just like yep there he is. limbs too long. flailing around. perfect. LOVED when he dumped his drink on the bullies. LOVE whenever he says shit and starts shit. he’s just so much fun. the chemistry between him and Eddie isn’t as strong as it is in the movies (i honestly don’t remember how it was in the book) which is for sure missed. but also they feel like they have an age difference between them that they don’t in the movies. adult Richie i’m ehhh on so far. i just don’t think i’ve seen enough of him yet.

Mike: sad that we don’t get to see more of him as a kid :( don’t love the way he was introduced but a lot of that is i think because i don’t like that they are in school. i also think he’s…smarter. than to draw attention to himself like that. also the fact that doesn’t go to school with the rest of the losers kind of feels like an important thing that got missed. that’s why none of them know him. i also feel like his connection to the historical racial violence in Derry is under-played by just having him just presented as being interested in Derry’s history of violence. like there’s a REASON he knows this stuff and it’s because of his PARENTS. specifically his DAD. who i am upset has never made it into any film adaptation. will hanlon my beloved :,( ultimately i don’t feel like i got enough of kid mike to decide how i feel about him. ADULT MIKE HOWEVER i am a fan of. his vibes are GOOD. i love him sticking his nose in the crime scene at the start. i love that that’s the opening. i love this nosy librarian who gets Involved In Shit. I really love how he looks. His voice. Everything about him. high hopes for adult mike in part 2

And finally…

Stan: oh Stan :( my baby. it took me until the stan part to get a read on him and. wow. both kid and adult stan are Really Really Good. the grabbing his ear and reciting the boyscout code or whatever it was he was doing. again i get why we didn’t get birds if it’s just a cut characterization for time thing so i LOVE that they gave him something else to recite. and oh my god when he sees the photograph and he just. has a mini meltdown i. god i love him so much. he’s so so scared to go into the sewer. he gets the brunt of the trauma down there. and then he’s so so reluctant to promise to come back. and god when he gets the call. and he and patty are so sweet…it’s so interesting how the timing of his bath is different in the book, movies, and mini series. and i think this one is honestly the most devastating. like the book you know right off the bat, and then it’s a slow sort of pain as you get to know him because you know exactly how he ends. the movies… i guess i don’t know what it’s like to watch them without knowing what happens, but i feel like the break in between the first and second movies shaves the edge of it down. but here. here you’ve seen the rest of them answer the phone. you’ve seen him throughout in the background. then you see just how devastated he is by It. just how much he can’t accept it. how traumatized he is. how he went into the tunnels scared and came out scared and still promised to come back. and then. and *then* Stanly takes a bath.

devastating.

i was planning to write more about other stuff but it’s getting late and i wrote so much more here than i thought i was going to asgdj. probably expect at least another one of these when i watch part 2

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"Help Wanted 2" Theory About the Player Character

I don't play the games (or any games, really, if we're being completely honest) but I like watching playthroughs and listening to theories, and I had a sudden realization of my own while watching a playthrough. So, without further ado, please join me while I throw spaghetti at the wall and let's see what sticks.

Theory Premise: the player character of "Help Wanted 2", Luis from "FNAF AR", the Bonnie Mask Bully from FNAF 4, and Cassie's dad are all the same character… and is haunting Glamrock Freddy in "Security Breach."

That's a big claim to make, so let me explain. And, since it's also a lot of claims to make simultaneously, let's break that down into smaller, more bite-sized chunks.

Let's start with the easy to swallow ones…

First off: Cassie's dad is the Bonnie Mask bully from "FNAF 4."

If you engage with the FNAF theory space at all, you've definitely seen this idea floating around. The colors of Cassie's model are similar to those of the Bonnie Mask Bully sprite, with blue shorts, a red shirt, and brown skin. Obviously, these are superficial similarities that may or may not mean anything at the end of the day, but they're a good starting point -- especially in a franchise when characters are sometimes visually linked together via color palettes.

Cassie's dialogue throughout "Ruin" also tell us a few details about her dad, such as him being a technician who works for Fazbear's, Bonnie being his favorite character, and the fact that he was a fan of the Freddy Fazbear's franchise as a child -- so much so that he still has his childhood lunchbox, which is a classic "Freddy and Friends" lunchbox from the 1980s.

"Freddy and Friends" is a in-universe cartoon that we were originally introduced to in "FNAF 4." While it's been used heavily in relation to "Security Breach" and the first "Help Wanted" game, it's still largely associated with "FNAF 4." And, in "FNAF 4," we see the Bonnie Mask Bully as a kid, presumably in his early teens. While not a little kid during this time or anything, he's definitely a kid, and would likely refer to this era of his life as a 'part of his childhood' as he gets older. Also, obviously Bonnie is his favorite character.

Bonnie Mask Bully is shown witnessing the death of a child he bullied while at Fazbear's, and likely harbors some sort of guilt over the incident. He's also shown to be friends with Foxy Mask Bro, who many speculate to be Michael Afton. This means that, in addition to his own mixed feelings about Fazbear's, Bonnie Mask Bully would also see his good buddy Michael grow up in the shadow of the Fazbear's franchise, and may notice when Michael suddenly goes missing to the outside world (which it's implied he does after "Sister Location"). So it's not too much of a stretch to say that, as a grown man, Bonnie Mask Bully ends up working at Fazbear's, the franchise he loved as a kid, the place where he accidentally caused another kid's death, and the franchise that stole one of his friends away. It's a place that means a lot to him, both good and bad, and hey, they're a big business and they're always hiring!

Second: the player character in "Help Wanted 2" is Cassie's dad.

This is also a theory that's gaining some traction throughout the theory space. Primary evidence pointing to this includes:

the player character appears to be a Fazbear's technician who works at the Pizzaplex, like Cassie's dad is. They're adult-sized, they have access to the Pizzaplex, the HandUnit voice recognizes them as someone who belongs there (i.e., an employee), and they have access to a V.A.N.N.I. mask, a FazWrench, and a computer console that we know from "Ruin" are used by the tech and security team at Fazbear's. While there's always the possibility that the player character is just someone who broke into the Pizzaplex and is using stolen tech, the game seems to pretty heavily imply that they are an actual employee in the system.

throughout the various minigames, different animatronic characters ask the player character "What makes you so special?" Sometimes it's said sarcastically and sometimes it's asked like a genuine question, but, either way, it implies that the player character is special in some way, and likely someone the player/audience/fandom is already familiar with.

the player character gets taken deep into the world of "Princess Quest," and goes so deep that they seem to forget who they are for a bit. When shown an image of a Bonnie mask while in this state, the player character says that the mask is familiar to them, implying a strong personal connection to it.

during one of the minigames, an animatronic remarks that the player character "looks like they have kids," and proceeds to heckle them about this supposed child. Since only one animatronic does this and since it's done in a heckling manner, it's hard to tell if it means anything. Is the player character a parent? Are they working on something at Fazbear's when they could be at home, spending time with their kid? Who knows. But, if that's the case, we do know one character who has worked at the Pizzaplex and has a child at home, who he sometimes fails to spend time with.

the main ending of the full game puts a special emphasis on Cassie, and what will happen to her in "Ruin." Why is her presence given such emphasis? Why is she apparently more special to the player character than any of the other human characters? If the player character is Cassie's father, then the emphasis put on her would make sense -- she's his daughter who he wanted to protect and failed to.

Third: the player character in "Help Wanted 2" is Luis from "FNAF AR: Special Delivery"

This one is a little more complicated, and involves us making a stop in "Security Breach" with an unnamed technician. I'll try to explain my reasoning one game at a time.

(And I'mma keep it real, folks: I never played FNAF AR, and my knowledge of what goes on in that game is pretty limited. So this section is largely based off of what I've heard/seen about the game from other people… who may or may not have ever played the game themselves.)

In "FNAF AR," there's a character named Luis, who is a technician who works for Fazbear's and is Vanessa's coworker. He tries to either befriend Vanessa or flirt with her, but fails miserably, getting lightly shot down each time. Eventually, Vanessa starts acting strangely, spending more time chatting with Luis, taking up new hobbies in her spare time and making a fursuit, and typing bizarre questions in internet searches like "how to escape mind control" and "what do you do if you think you killed someone?" (Wording is different but you get the idea.)

Luis becomes aware of Vanessa's new habits and behaviors and grows concerned, and starts asking her more and more questions.

In "Security Breach," it's made clear that the "Princess Quest" arcade games have an affect on Vanessa's mental state, and it's implied that the Glitchtrap virus, having a connection both to her and to the arcade games, among other things, has locked away some of her memories and personality traits inside the "Princess Quest" games. This is largely implied via one of the game's possible endings, where the player (as Gregory) plays and completes all three "Princess Quest" games, and Vanessa is freed from Glitchtrap's control.

But, throughout "Security Breach," there are also several notes left by Pizzaplex employees. And one particular technician expresses interest in the "Princess Quest" games, saying that they want to find, play, and complete all of them, but that "the princess doesn't think this technician is worthy." These notes are written in a strange, almost desperate way, and read a little bit like someone who's been jilted by a potential lover.

The notes Luis sends to and writes about Vanessa are written in a similar manner to the notes left by this nameless technician about the "Princess Quest" games. Since we know the PG games are related to Vanessa's headspace, and we know Luis is Vanessa's coworker who expresses concern about her headspace, and that he works as a technician at Fazbear's, the same job that the mysterious note-leaver has, it's not a stretch to ask if that's Luis who's searching for the PG games in some kind of effort to help his coworker.

Okay, but why would I say that he's also the player character in "Help Wanted 2?" Well, because the main goal of the game is to gain access to "Princess Quest 4," a cabinet that was previously hidden. Gregory never found this particular cabinet and never played it, so, if Vanessa is truly freed from Glitchtrap's influence after Gregory only plays the other three PG games, that means someone else had to have played this fourth game sometime before "Security Breach."

So, our player character for "Help Wanted 2" is a Fazbear's Pizzaplex technician who is trying to access a "Princess Quest" game cabinet, and is so desperate to do so that they're willing to hang out in the ruined basement level of the Pizzaplex and play increasingly dangerous minigames for an extended period of time? Such a long time in fact, that even the animatronics question that they're shirking other responsibilities?

That sounds like our unnamed technician, who in turn sounds like Luis.

So, going off of these tenuous strands of connections, here's what the picture of our character looks like:

His name is Luis. As a child, he was friends with Michael Afton, and spent many long hours at Freddy Fazbear's, and enjoyed wearing a Bonnie mask and watching the "Freddy and Friends" cartoon. As an adult, he ends up working for Fazbear's, becoming a technician and working to bring his childhood favorites to life for a whole new generation, and he has a daughter named Cassie who shares his love for Freddy's. Luis also has a coworker named Vanessa, who he tries to get close to and becomes alarmed when he realizes someone else is manipulating her. Knowing some of the bad things that go down at Fazbear's (and maybe still harboring some guilt about it), Luis decides to help Vanessa in any way he can. He realizes that there's a connection between her, her manipulator, and the "Princess Quest" arcade games, so he decides to sever the connection between them, saving Vanessa; this leads to a lot of long hours of sneaking around the Pizzaplex, and results in him spending more time trying to save Vanessa and spending less time with Cassie. He tells himself that it will all be worth it in the end, and that Cassie will understand, only to lose himself in the game, being haunted by memories that aren't his, and likely being killed by Glitchtrap as it tries to preserve itself.

Hmm… wait. What was that last part? Killed by Glitchtrap in the ruined basement below the Pizzaplex?

And now we've come to the final stretch of this theory: Cassie's dad (Luis) is haunting Glamrock Freddy in "Security Breach."

It's hard to say when exactly "Help Wanted 2" takes place in relation to the other games. We're shown versions of the Pizzaplex rooms and animatronics both before and after the destruction of "Security Breach," and we specifically see Shattered Glamrock Chica, Roxy, and the Music Man when the player character isn't wearing the V.A.N.N.I. mask, implying that those are the true reality around the player character. We also see Eclipse, a character that may only exist after "Ruin," but we also see a version of Roxy that could only exist before "Ruin." Needless to say, it's all very confusing.

However, at least one of the endings of "Help Wanted 2" (the ending where the player character is killed by the Staff 'bots) seems like it had to happen before "Security Breach," so let's place it there in the timeline, just for this thought experiment. Our new pal Luis, aka Cassie's dad, has found a PG arcade game hidden in the basement, and tries to play it in order to save Vanessa. This ends up working to some extent, but also alerts Glitchtrap to his actions, and Glitchtrap sends several Staff 'bots to, ahem, disassemble Luis, and Luis dies in the Pizza Simulator basement, right next to the hole that leads even further down.

Now an untethered spirit, Luis ricochets through the V.A.N.N.I. mask, entering the complex computer system that controls the Pizzaplex, only to ultimately end up in the body of Glamrock Freddy. Since his mind could have been uploaded to the system by the V.A.N.N.I. mask technology, he's not so much a regular ghost as he is a sentient computer code, much like Glitchtrap. And, with Luis taking up so much space on Freddy's hard drive, this could explain why the Glitchtrap virus didn't take hold in Freddy like it did the others -- there simply wasn't enough space for the virus to load.

Luis is at home in Glamrock Freddy, bringing the Dad Energy™️ to the robotic character (assuming that wasn't already programmed in) and potentially affecting Freddy's feelings about Gregory, Vanessa, or Bonnie. Freddy wants desperately to protect Gregory, which could be caused by Luis recognizing Gregory as his daughter's friend. Freddy trusts Vanessa, even when she isn't behaving in a very trustworthy manner, and doesn't see her as a threat, possibly because Luis sees her as his friend and as a victim. Freddy misses Bonnie dearly, which could be affected by Luis' age old love for the character.

(Of course, all of these could simply be traits that were programmed into Freddy. But, for the sake of arguing this theory, let's say Freddy was already programmed with those behaviors in mind, and Luis' presence just amplifies them.)

In the Afton ending of "Security Breach," Gregory takes Glamrock Freddy down into the Pizza Simulator basement of the Pizzaplex. Once there, Freddy says a lot of cryptic things, including "she brought me down here," "I've been here before," and "this is where I found myself… I am not me." (Wording is slightly different, but you get the gist.) Many people have pointed to these voice lines before, citing them as evidence that Freddy is haunted by someone, usually saying that he's haunted by Michael Afton or someone else who died at the end of "FNAF 6." After all, Freddy is talking about "finding himself" and "not being himself" while in the Pizza Simulator, so if he's saying he's possessed by a spirit, it would have to be a spirit who died in the Pizza Simulator, i.e. the cast of "FNAF 6."

But, based on the ending of "Help Wanted 2," they aren't the only ones who died down here. Luis died in the Pizza Simulator, and is just as likely a spirit to be possessing Freddy.

And people have been assuming the line "she brought me down here" related to Vanessa/Vanny, and that she was ordering the Glamrock animatronics to dig to the lower basement levels to get to Afton's remains. But what if the "she" in question isn't Vanessa, but the Princess? Those notes left from our unnamed technician all fanatically refer to the Princess as "she," speaking as if she's someone they've spoken to, who directly told them they aren't worthy of playing her games.

What if Luis approached one of the PG games, only to be turned away from it by Glitchtrap pretending to be the Princess? What if, disguised as the Princess, Glitchtrap sent Luis to the ruined basement levels of the Pizzaplex to play a hidden PG arcade cabinet to "prove his worthiness?" When, in actuality, it was nothing more than a way to stall Luis, preventing him from completing the PG games, and then a trap to kill him?

What if Luis was sent to the basement, lured there with false promises of heroically defeating an evil monster, only to die there, be uploaded into the Fazbear system, find himself possessing Glamrock Freddy, and is now acting as Gregory's protector?

While personally, I still don't think Glamrock Freddy is haunted at all (his character reads like a robust AI to me), I do like the idea of him being haunted by Cassie's dad. It's a very interesting idea and there's a certain amount of evidence suggesting that it's at least possible.

So, there you have it. We know who the player character is in "Help Wanted 2," and it's someone we've known for awhile now, someone who's been with us almost every step of the way since the early days of the franchise.

Or, at least, that's the idea I had. It's not perfect and I'm sure there are holes in it, but I had a series of thoughts and I wanted to toss them out into the Fazbear Theory aether.

[origamiopossums]

Broken Machines - Chapter 1 - Destroy

"When I started this case, I thought I was gonna get some great insight into why you are the way you are. A look into a complex psyche. A glimpse into the neurological map of a mad man that could show some light on some bigger truths that could maybe help other sick people one day. As I got close and personal with you and your handiwork, I found a truth. It's a small one though. As unexciting as it may sound, some machines just come out of the factory broken. You're a broken machine." -Lloyd Lowery, Breakout Kings S1E3

A canon divergence story, exploring what might have happened if Theodore Bagwell had grown up with at least one person who cared, and the chaos and hope spurned from such a possibility.

A story about love and how nobody really starts broken. About how salvaging what is still good, no matter how little there may be of it left, is still worthwhile in the effort to build a better world.

Trigger warnings for this story: Prison Break, itself, canonically contains violence, blood, gore, mentions of rape - including CSA, incest, abuse, drug use, addiction, suicide, mental illness, unhealthy relationships, murder, homophobia, transphobia, racism, and ableism. These all 100% apply to this story. Beyond this, I'm using this story to explore some of these themes and how they affect these characters and their connections to one another in-depth. So please tread with caution if these things are too upsetting for you to handle.

This story is also on AO3.

Theodore Bagwell didn’t always hate his daddy. He certainty sought his approval at every opportunity. But, by the time he was ten years old, Theodore despised him down to his very core.

Theodore did exceptionally well in school. He had a deep love of books and the English language. Mr. Bagwell was constantly pushing him to study, telling him that he needed to make something of himself. Telling him that he needed to be something more than he or his mother had been. That he was their ticket to the good life.

Theodore got good grades, and he loved reading. But that didn’t mean that he loved school. In reality, he could barely tolerate it.

He was already considered an outcast by a very young age. He began to realize, at about age seven, that his classmates had started to section off into groups. And no matter how much he tried, he wasn’t welcome into any of them. The kids that once used to play baseball and run around with him without issue, suddenly recoiled at his very presence.

There were numerous reasons for this. But at the heart of it all sat his daddy. The community hated him - with good reason. He was dangerous and sick and unkempt. And keeping the other children away from him and his deranged offspring was top priority. The Bagwells could hurt them, influence them into wickedness. Being anywhere in the vicinity of Theodore’s family was an unsafe place for a child.

But Theodore was a child.

However, fate had smiled on Theodore Bagwell, if only a fractal of an amount in that lifetime of his. He had been afforded one solitary friend. His name was Zavier, and he made school almost bearable at times.

The kid was tough scrabble. Chaotic and scrappy, he didn’t tolerate bullies. He was in detention on a regular basis for threatening to clock anyone who so much as looked at Theodore wrong. Sometimes he even made good on those threats. However, Zavier being locked away in a classroom during recess meant that Theodore was more often a victim of various pummelings on the playground, most days.

Zavier called him by his full name. Theodore kind of liked that. His daddy called him ‘Teddy’. The other kids called him it, too. People who put their hands on him in ways that hurt. He didn’t hate the nickname, per say, but the way that Zavier said ‘Theodore’, in his excited, bright voice, made him feel seen. Safe. Special.

Zavier put his hands on Theodore in ways that didn’t hurt. Besides his mama, he was the only one who did. Light nudges, soft hand squeezes, accented by shy smiles and kind words.

Boys weren’t supposed to touch each other in ways that didn’t hurt. The grownups around him told him that all of the time. But if they were telling the same to Zavier, he didn’t seem to heed them one bit. Theodore hoped desperately that he never would.

His favorite way that Zavier touched him was when he would lean on his shoulder, as they sat in the grass together, huddled closely as Theodore would read to him. Theodore liked to read to Zavier. It seemed to soothe and calm the reckless boy. It was one of the few things he could do for him after all that Zavier risked for him on a daily basis.

Zavier had told him a few times, that he liked the sound of Theodore’s voice. Zavier seemed to like a lot of things about Theodore. He was the only one who did.

The other kids regularly made cruel comments about Theodore and his appearance. About Theodore’s clothes being too big, too cheap. They were hand-me-downs from his cousin, Jimmy. His family couldn’t afford new clothes every year like most of the others. And they made comments on his stature, scrawny and shorter than most of the other boys, not hitting the growth-spurt expected of boys his age quite yet. He was going to be a late bloomer. With his messy, brown hair and sunken in eyes, they’d tease him, tell him he looked like a ghoul.

And then there was the issue of his parents. The whole town knew who they were. What they were. There was a reason they were deemed as dangerous. A drunken father, a disabled mother, siblings to boot. Theodore was born of incestuous rape, and at only ten years old, he already fully knew what that meant.

Once, he had asked Zavier if he knew what it meant. The other boy had confirmed that he did. Theodore had asked Zavier what he thought about it. Zavier had told Theodore that he was just happy that Theodore had been born at all.

Theodore didn’t think that was a very normal thing for a boy to say to another. He hoped that Zavier never became normal.

Theodore’s daddy always smelled of cheap beer and sweat. He did odd jobs to make sure there was enough food in the house, but the majority of his money went to his beer and his old, beat-up truck. The damn thing could never manage to keep running for more than a few months. But his daddy couldn’t afford a new one, and he insisted it was vintage. So repairs it was.

The problems came when Mr. Bagwell repeatedly insisted on buying the parts and trying to fix the thing, himself. He was far from a stellar mechanic, and it just ended up costing them more in the end every time. However, his ego wouldn’t allow him to throw in the towel. He had to have some project of his own, besides his son, to brag about to his friends after all.

Theodore’s daddy loved to parade him in front of his friends, force him to read from his text books, answer questions. He wanted to prove to his friends that he wasn’t stupid. That he had produced an intelligent kid, and therefore must be intelligent, himself.

Mr. Bagwell’s friends came over about four times a week. That day, they had been pounding beer and a little bit of moonshine that one of them had brought over to the house. Theodore was fairly certain that he had never encountered any of them sober before.

“Seems equal stupid as the rest of you,” one of his daddy’s friends commented, as they got onto the topic Mr. Bagwell was always on about, his and Theodore’s intelligence. The man had been staring at Theodore as he said it, gripping a half-empty beer bottle in hand.

Theodore had been studying in the living room. He had wanted to mind his own business, but his daddy liked him where he could see him.

“Seems t’ run in the genes,” the man commented, nodding to Theodore’s mama, who had been sitting outside.

Theodore hated it when they talked about his mama. She might not have been able to do everything by herself, but she wasn’t stupid. She was his best parent by a landslide.

“Teddy!” Theodore’s heart caught in his throat with anxiety, as his daddy’s voice called to him, sharp and demanding.

Theodore turned his head. He hated his daddy’s friends so much. He hated the alcohol. He hated his daddy.

“Ten synonyms, pick a word,” Mr. Bagwell told one of his buddies. He had pronounced ‘synonyms’ wrong.

Mr. Bagwell’s friend chuckled, shaking his head.

“Pick a word!” Mr. Bagwell insisted, again.

The man thought for a moment before he spoke.

“Destroy.”

Theodore stood at attention, feeling highly uncomfortable with all of the eyes on him. He wasn’t a person to a single man in that room. He was a toy, meant to be displayed.

“Ten synonyms for destroy,” Theodore stated, saying the words just like his daddy had taught him to, like he was in some sort of trivia competition. “Annul.”

Annul, like he felt had been done to the worth of his life. Nobody cared about him. Nobody would save him. He had become comfortable with that fact already.

“Mutilate.”

Mutilate, like what his daddy had done to Theodore’s body dozens of times. Beating him, holding him down, doing things to him no human should ever put another through. He didn’t remember when it had started. But he recalled his earliest memories being drenched in pain.

“Liquidate.”

Liquidate, like what he wanted to do with the ever growing pit of fear inside of him. He wanted to be brave. But he was so small. He couldn’t take his revenge. Not yet.

“Abrogate.”

Abrogate, like what his daddy had done to his childhood, leaving his books and his own imagination to raise Theodore for him, lost in alcohol and the desire for prestige that he would never achieve.

“Quell.”

Quell, what he had to do with his never-ending rage, every time his daddy touched him, or one of the kids at school stepped up to him.

“Ravage.”

Ravage, what he wanted to do in moments like this, imagining what it might be like to lodge a knife directly into his daddy’s throat.

“Expunge.”

Expunge, what he wanted to do to his entire life. To run away somewhere safe, where he’d never be found and never return from.

“Demolish.”

Demolish, what he longed to do to the home he was standing in someday, holding so many evil acts and memories behind its walls.

“Extirpate.”

Extirpate, what he wanted to do to the lives of every person that ever tried to hurt him. The blood on his hands would mean less than nothing, if only he could get the torture to end.

“Extinguish.”

Extinguish, like what almost every person in that worthless town had done to any semblance of hope for a happy life Theodore could have ever had.

“Whoo! You see that? Stupid, my pail! My boy’s gonna be president!” Mr. Bagwell laughed, taking another swig of his drink.

Theodore didn’t want to be president. He wanted to be left alone.

It was exhausting, having something to prove. Being something to prove. He hated every minute of it. Hated every minute of what would come after, when his daddy was good and drunk. He knew, what would start as gentle praise and urging to do even better, would turn into something violent and wicked, only moments later. A hand on his knee would become hands taking off his clothes, would become hands pushing him into his mattress, would become an entire excruciating and terrifying experience that would leave Theodore sobbing and shaking. Maybe even vomiting. None of Theodore belonged to himself. Not his smarts, not his body.

Destroy. He wanted to destroy himself sometimes.

The kids at school certainly wanted him to. They had taken to following him around, shouting the typical insults, calling him a freak. But now they had started telling him to give suicide a try. He’d be lying if he said the thought hadn’t been more tempting lately.

He remembered how it felt, to have the wind knocked out of him by the most popular boy in his class. The way the dirt stung in his scrapes, as he slid on the ground. Without Zavier around, he could only manage to swing a few pathetic tries, before being knocked to the ground again. That time, the other boy held him down. He was so much bigger than Theodore. There was nothing that he could do.

The boy spit on him. That was another thing the kids had been doing a lot of. Mucus, slimy, warm, disgusting ran down his left cheek, as the boy continued to hold Theodore down.

“Hope y’ go home ‘n shoot y’r brains out, Teddy. World’ll be better off,” his classmate laughed, before standing.

Four other kids spit on him, too, as he lay on the dirt, heart pounding, terrified to move, lest they shove him back down. He thought about his daddy’s shotgun, mounted on the wall of his bedroom, above his bed. He didn’t know how to use it. He wanted to learn. Whether that was to turn it on himself or his peers, he wasn’t entirely sure.

Theodore was no snitch. He didn’t want to make more trouble for himself. But he didn’t know what to do. The other kids were getting more vicious by the week, and he had started to feel nauseous and clammy every morning, as he got dressed and packed for school. He had even tried to convince his daddy that he was too sick to go a time or two. But his daddy wasn’t buying it. Even if he had been sick, there was no way that Mr. Bagwell would allow his son to miss a day of learning, lest it ruin their bright future.

And, so, Theodore finally did what everyone said should be done in such a situation. He told an adult.

After school, he waited until the other kids had exited the class for the day, before approaching his teacher, Miss Cowell.

Miss Cowell was considered a fun teacher, a little quirky, with fiery red hair and soft brown eyes. She did pick favorites, though. She appreciated Theodore’s studiousness, but didn’t seem to find him all that interesting. If anything, she sometimes seemed frustrated with the amount of times he would raise his hand, eager to answer questions and show off his knowledge, the way that his daddy had taught him. Still, the community considered her to be kind. Theodore did, too, for the most part.

But, when he had outlined his troubles to her, told her why he had stayed late, told her what happened with the other kids that day, his teacher did not offer kindness or help.

“That sounds like you’re havin’ issues fittin’ in, Teddy. Nothin’ I can do about that. Maybe if you try harder, were a little more sociable you wouldn’t be havin’ this issue.”

He was taken aback by her response. He thought that, perhaps, he hadn’t explained himself articulately enough. He tried again.

“Teddy, you’re such a…sensitive boy. You need t’ learn how to roll with the punches, like the others. Need to suck it up.”

When he tried a third time, her voice turned sharp, any of the patience and kindness that was there before, dissipating.

“Suck. It. Up.”

Theodore closed his mouth, eyes immediately filling with the sting of tears. He nodded, turning as quickly as he could, out of the classroom, before she could see, and mock him further.

Theodore was at a loss. Nobody seemed to care what happened to him except for Zavier. And Zavier was always in detention. He just wanted the torture to stop and he wanted to be with his friend. So, Theodore did the only thing that he could think of.

Theodore stopped doing his homework.

The first few times it only earned him a wrap on the wrist from Miss Cowell’s ruler. But by the fifth, she was angry. Theodore started getting detention.

It was what he had wanted, time away from the school yard, and time beside his best friend. And the week he spent doing make-up work in silence beside Zavier had been one of the best of his life, as far as fourth grade was concerned.

However, when he got home that Friday evening, his daddy was just hanging up the phone. Miss Cowell had called, told him everything that had transpired over the recent weeks. Mr. Bagwell was livid.

Theodore knew that the punishment would be severe, but he had failed to gauge just how brutal his father was willing to become, once told by someone with authority that his son was becoming a failure.

He was too old for spanking, now. His father’s hands came down on his face, instead. Just slaps, at first. But it quickly became more, drawing blood from a split lip, bruises swelling across the bridge of his nose.

It didn’t take long, before his daddy had grabbed him by the back of his shirt, stretching out the fabric, as he dragged Theodore to his bedroom. There, he would choke and beat him, cussing up a storm, until Theodore could only lie still and take it.

Zavier cried when he saw the cuts and bruises, littered over Theodore’s face and arms. Theodore tried his best to assure him that it was okay – that he had deserved it for failing. But this only made his friend more upset.

He had never seen Zavier cry before. Boys weren’t supposed to cry. Not in front of other boys, anyway. It hurt to look at him when he cried. It made Theodore want to kiss him. Boys weren’t supposed to want to kiss other boys.

Theodore didn’t think that he was sad about what had happened. However, he sure as hell was angry about it. If Miss Cowell would have just taken him seriously when he told her what the other kids were doing, he wouldn’t have had to take such drastic measures to try and get away from them. He wouldn’t have had to spoil his education and piss off his daddy.

Most of the time, his anger was a silent anger. He’d take off to the nearby creeks or woods to play alone. Cause destruction silently. Kill any critters he came across if he could catch them. Not making a sound, even if they did, fascinated by the way their bodies would break underneath his touch or his small pocketknife blade. Thrilled to be able to control any semblance of life, as he couldn’t his own.

Most of the time, he kept his rage quiet. But that day, his anger roared.

His parents owned an antique oil lamp, once owned by their father. Theodore stole it, some matches, and a gallon of gasoline from the garage.

Then, he walked the three hours it took to get to get to his teacher’s home. The sun was setting by the time he arrived. His arms were sore.

The house was quaint and orderly, painted a pristine white. He wanted it to be as black as charcoal.

Theodore ducked low. He could see her, having dinner with someone, through the window of the house. They looked happy.

Doing his best to stay quiet and out of sight, he got to work. Making a ring of gasoline around the house, and on the siding, shaking extra over the pretty dogwood shrubs, planted right up against the house. Then, he stood back, lighting the oil lamp, before throwing it, as hard as he could, into the greenery.

The house immediately lit up like Christmas.

He liked the way the heat felt, as it spread, dangerously close to where he was standing, watching as the flames engulfed the home.

It didn’t take long, before he could hear a ruckus from behind the front door. A grin slid its way over his features. The people inside were afraid. He had done that. Their lives were in his hands, and it felt incredible.

Slowly, Theodore began to walk, just going down the road a bit to avoid being cooked. He wanted to watch.

In the distance, he heard choked screams and coughing. The panic in their voices reverberated in Theodore’s ears. He very much enjoyed the sound. He wasn’t sure if Miss Cowell had made it out. He hoped that she hadn’t.

Theodore watched, as the flames climbed and climbed, until they could lick the sky. The thick char of smoke billowed around him, shrouding him, a deadly coffin of his own creation.

It was beautiful.

[straightfacedstrangeness]

Anyhow, sort-of watching the first DB arc again (purposefully skipping over the gross scenes, and other scenes/eps are left out of the uploads I’m listening to) and I have no one IRL to infodump to, so dropping my inane thoughts here again

I’d totally forgotten how much the dub went, well, whole hog on portraying Oolong as a grown-ass man…there’s 1 line in the original where he mentions being younger than Bulma and maybe 1 other line where Bulma calls him a “little kid,” but the dub left both out, had the actor do the same deep voice he does for Oolong in Z*, and he constantly calls both Goku and Bulma “kid” and has old man kinds of lines—like when Bulma asks how he knows so much about the Ox King, instead of saying that he learned it in school like he does in Japanese, he says “I was a tour guide for the local Chamber of Commerce” X’D

So like, on the one hand, playing him as an adult instead of a little kid (probably deliberately so, given that one overt line about his age in his debut episode) is a weird and unfortunate choice that makes all his behavior creepier, especially given that he hits on teen Bulma and kidnapped preteen girls as his “brides”

But on the other hand, it’s way funnier for teen Bulma to successfully bully a grown-ass man into helping her out on a dangerous life-or-death quest to get herself a date X’D and the dub-canon that he yells out a wish—not for “panties” cus of a fetish—but for “the world’s most comfortable underpants” because he’s a cranky old guy who’d complained MULTIPLE times prior that his underwear was itchy and that’s what was at the top of his mind in that moment, is so good

*(he did a higher-pitched Oolong voice in the 2nd and 3rd DB movies, but I’m not sure if that was to indicate that Oolong was younger there, or if all of Brad Jackson’s early performances were higher-pitched in order to match the much-higher-pitched Ocean dub voice)

update: the Harmony Gold dub of Dragon Ball gave him an old-timey Jimmy Stewart voice…in America he’s just cursed to be portrayed as a tiny old man I guess XD

[husbandohunter]

A Small Predicament [Baby Genshin x Reader]

Characters: Scaramouche, Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Xiao, Zhongli, Albedo

Synopsis: Cursed for a week, the boys either have to live with it or find a cure as soon as possible. You on the otherhand hoped otherwise.

(A/n): It only takes ONE glance for me to start having ideas. It was twelve in the morning yall, enjoy~

Oh here's part 2

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Scaramouche

• "Oh you shrank? I couldn't tell-"

• Threatens that he will murder you to pieces and burn your remains but his voice was so squeaky and high pitched (voice crack) that you couldn't help but burst into a tearful laughter. 

• Its payback time  Bully him, take his hat and hover it above his head. Truthfully, without his hat Scaramouche looks like a little schoolboy. Overall less intimidating.

• Tries glaring. Cute. He's really bratty as a kid, sitting on a high chair (which you had to help him get on) and demanding his servants to do his bidding. In reality, his personality never changed. You realized that even as a grown up he still acts like this (bratty kid in a grown man body).

• The curse made his week a living hell. Signora had the audacity to pull his ear when he misbehaves. Childe constantly messes with his hair while giving head pats and the WORST of all, pinching his cheeks. Scaramouche never wanted to commit arson so bad in his life.

• Eventually finds a cure so he doesn't have to deal with it anymore and orders everyone to never speak of it again. Though, he's plotting how he'll get revenge on everyone who made fun of him using the very same curse (You better run).

~~x~~

Diluc

• "Oh…Oh my! Diluc you're just so cute!" 

• Diluc grimaces as you glomp him in this state. How can you help it? With his head so small it makes his hair all the more fluffier! His coat no longer fits him to the point the sleeves had made past his fingertips. He tried wielding his claymore again, only to lose balance and fall flat onto his bum

• (insert kid voice "Retribution!") Did I mention the babyface?

• Diluc tries to act as if everything was normal, acting like the Darknight hero and Mondstadt's Tycoon but fun-sized. He couldn't. There was no way people would take him seriously in business meetings. Same with fighting abyss mages, his smaller form was too much of a disadvantage. Thus you ended up doing most of his paperwork.

• One time you caught him sitting on the floor couldn't reach his office desk  while reading away the various books for a cure. It was three in the morning. You told him it was way past his bedtime and he argues saying when did he ever have a curfew schedule. In the end you managed to convince him and he begrudgingly obliges.

• The type to NOT ask for help even when it's obvious that he really needs it. Before he was the one who helped you reach things from the top shelves, oh how the tables have turned. He avoids Kaeya like a plague unless he was in it for another round of funny remarks. When he wanted to go out and get some fresh air, you insisted on accompanying him. Worst mistake in his life. A travelling merchant bumps into you and commented that you had a very cute son. Diluc was mortified.

• The day ended up with him sulking in his room. Although it was tempting, you resisted from cooing over his adorable form after days of treating him like a child. It wasn't because you were teasing him, Diluc just works so hard that you wanted to spoil him a bit. At least he could still play a game of chess with you.

• When things went back to normal, Diluc ensures that you will NOT see him as your son.

~~x~~

Kaeya

• "Well look who it is, my little Prince Kaeya~"

• Tries really hard not be bothered by it at all. Kaeya still maintains his suave facade, throwing in a couple of flirting lines here and there (and forcing his voice to go a few octaves too low in which puberty has yet to occur HA). Though no matter what approach, he couldn't ignore the sparkling mischievious glint in your eye. You were obviously not taking him seriously.

• Things couldn't get any worse. He lost his masculine physique and boob window, he wasn't able to go to certain places without supervision. But the worst thing of all was that he was underaged. Kaeya hated the fact he couldn't drink anymore, he even insisted you to sneak him a few bottles (which you refused) and had to settle with plain beverages such as fruit juice (what an insult). He was never really grounded since his childhood days but he certainly felt like he was grounded now. 

• Kaeya still kisses you on the lips whether you like it or not. If you ask him to sit on your lap, he will find a way to turn the position into his favour such as resting his face between your breasts. You're not gonna treat him like a kid, nuh-uh, he actively avoids it.

• Since his personality still remains, Kaeya is a naughty child. He will use his innocent appearance to sway people (even you) to get what he wants. That was how he was able to take a sip of the wine he stole somewhere (he wouldn't tell you). Diluc scolded him heavily and threatened to ban him from drinking from his Tavern for a week (they ended up arguing, Kaeya being the passive aggressive little shit he is).

• He was extremely relieved to return back to his normal form again. He has so much to catch up (specifically his bedtime activities with you *wink wonk*)

~~x~~

Child(e)

• "Hmmm to be honest, this actually suits you very much."

• Unlike the other boys, Childe was completely okay with it. Turns out that YOU were the one who was not going to be okay. If you thought taking care of Teucer was energy-draining then expect Childe to take that tenfold and beyond.

• You've officially became his full-time babysitter who is in desperate need of a raise (and rest). You can't take your eyes off of him and archons forbid that he will ever meet Klee. One point he'll be running ahead by your side and the next you'll find him getting himself in a 1vs7 situation with some shady looking treasure hoarders. Childe genuinely thinks he could take them on but the curse downgraded his abilities. You carried him and barely made out of it alive. (This made you ponder whether the best solution would be to strap him against a chair for the time being…)

• Childe being a child will eat all the candies and ice cream he pleases. You wonder if the curse also turned him a few years back or was it that he acts like this simply because he wanted to (it was the latter). He loves being spoiled, spoiled by you! Childe demands your full attention, spoon-feeding his meals, back rubs and head pats. Yep, he's definitely doing this on purpose.

• Did he just call you 'mommy'? (Childe has mommy kink confirmed).  He has so much energy that it was exhausting, you literally had to drag him away from what ever he was doing in order to get him to bed. "No Childe, your sleeping time is 9p.m stop whining." He bargained that he'll sleep if you sleep beside him (you didn't get any sleep. You knew what he was planning. In the end, you tried to make sure he didn't sneak out behind your back.)

• Finally you were able to get out of that hell-hole. Childe promised to make it up to you, you deserve it after all~

~~x~~

Small (aka Xiao)

• "Did you know in the Liyuean language, Xiao translates to small?" You didn't say that out loud. Not when he's this angry (this angy)

• He just stands there, crossing his arms and grumbling. You were hesitant to touch him in case he might hiss at you. Xiao has always been short, maybe an inch taller than you, but seeing him like this made you think 'my almighty yaksha can't be this cute♡'

• He gets mad when you no longer call his name for help. How could you? He's just so precious~ Xiao makes it clear that no matter what form he takes, it doesn't make him weak ("Adepti and you mortals are nothing alike." Or so he says but you could tell he wasn't running as fast as he used to because…small legs). You may not comment on it aloud but he can tell just by the look on your face and it irritates him.

• Also the type to not ask for help but worse. Xiao is an agressive little kid, he seems as if he'll be willing to bite someone's finger off if they try to pet him (He gives strong cat vibes, so thats understandable). His spear was too big for him to wield so he often has to put it away or else he might knock someone over with it. Xiao hates being short so you'll be hearing him complain alot.

• Since he was an adepti, he didn't need to sleep however, the curse must have brought down his power by a significant amount to the point you DID catch him napping. You almost swooned out loud just by taking a glance upon his face. For once he didn't wear his signature grumpy look. Xiao appears like a normal child, one full of innocence. His snoring was soft and breathly but that just meant he was deep asleep. (You wished to take a picture). 

• Of course, everything had to come to an end (much to your disappointment), he still complains about the incident to this day.

~~x~~

Zhongli

• How is it possible for a baby to still look so handsome? (Must be his godly abilities)

• Zhongli is unfazed by this 'curse' since his past lives have already taken many forms. Though for some reason whenever he walks down the streets of Liyue, young girls, mothers, ladies all come him was and start complimenting him and gushing over him (he was suffocating). They'd squeeze him tight or squish his cheeks, it only takes once glance before the little girls start blushing and hiding behind their moms.

• Needless to say, despite what form he is in, Zhongli is still able to get free stuff. He got some free candies and some free kites to play with. You had to help him carry his items. Zhongli ends up tripping too much because his tailcoat reached his feet (he decided to just take it off. You had to hold that too). Seems like he can have anyone do things for him in the end HA.

• He still got that drippy voice and you're just like ???? "What on Teyvat Zhongli, you're a kid." This is why you can't see him as one, its nearly impossible.

• Actively avoids Hu Tao and Childe. Once Hu Tao caught sight of him and chased him for hours, he couldn't stay in one spot knowing that she might just pop out of no where. Childe still spoils him, however Zhongli feels irritated by the fact the only things Childe buys him toys (its different when other people do it.)

• Everytime you guys go back strolling through Liyue, you had to hold his hand in case more women come swarming hin again. You swear that at this rate he might get kidnapped because hes just such a beautiful baby.

• Zhongli learned an important lesson after his curse was lifted: no matter how many years he lives throughout  never take a form of a child.

~~x~~

Albedo

• You find him buried beneath a pile of books and had to dig him out before he suffocates.

• Albedo has the cutest eyes, they're big and round full of curiosity and they sparkle too (he has the prettiest eyes out of everyone tbh). He is the only person who is fascinated by this outcome and immediately goes in the wild to test out his new physique. 

• He was always curious why Klee T-poses when she runs so he decided to try it out himself. She was thrilled to find out that she now has a little brother to play with. In the end, Albedo indulges in the games she always wanted to play but couldn't because he was too old: princess dress up tea parties.

• You felt many things when you saw Albedo wearing a frilly gown and a plastic tiara tucked on his head. Deep down you knew regardless of what gender Albedo was still pretty. Klee even had the guts to redo his hair and hardly anyone was able to recognize it was him at all. He has pigtails, PIGTAILS! You made sure to burn that image into the very depths of your mind forever.

• The only advantage was the he was ablw to fit through small spaces, other than that, being small was way too inconvenient. He knocked down a few of his potion bottles which damaged the floor (thankfully not him) because they were lethal (he wonders how Klee was able to not injure herself when using bombs). You carried him and lifted him to alot of places such as trudging through the snow because Albedo would surely fall on his face due to his small form.

• Enough was enough, he only lasted a day with this and decided to just make a potion and put an end to the curse once and for all. 

[sheyshocked]

What It Means to Be an Aussie

Summary: Mick Mundy, age eleven, is upset because kids at school laughed at him, telling him he’s no Aussie. When he comes to his mom for comfort, she has to face a dilemma: tell him he’s adopted or keep it a secret to protect him.

Fandom: Team Fortress 2

Ship: None (familial Sniper & Sniper’s Parents)

Warnings: None

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Bullying, Adoption, Child Sniper (Team Fortress 2), Canon Compliant, Sad Sniper (Team Fortress 2), Australian Slang, Parent-Child Relationship

Wordcount: 737

A/N: This was a spur-of-a-moment fic written in two days, so be gentle, please. Incorporating Australian slang into it was a challenge, but at least I learned something new (ankle biter will never not make me smile), so I can use it later in my main fic Baby It’s All Just Chemistry. Writing Sniper and his family is hard, but I loved every second of it.

You can also read it on ao3!

It was late evening and Mrs. Mundy just finished knitting the last row of Mick’s new sweater. She was about to go to bed. Her husband was away on a hunting trip with his friends, so it was only her and their son in the house. Then she heard it. That small, hesitant rustle lingering by the door, as if whoever caused it was contemplating whether he should enter the room or not. She lit the lamp by her bedside and sat up, squinting at the lanky shadow cowering at the threshold.

Mick. Her little koala bear. Well, not so little anymore. He was barely eleven years old and already so tall. Soon, he would overgrow even his own father. But he never filled out the way his classmates did. “You’re just a late-bloomer,” they kept telling him when he came back from school with tears swelling in his eyes. “Give it time. Your father hasn’t grown a proper mustache until he was nearly fourteen.”

But they knew they were lying through their teeth.

“Micky?” she rubbed her eyes. What time was it? “What’s goin’ on? Can’t sleep?”

He shook his head, the poor thing. Then he slowly ever so slowly entered the room and without uttering a single word slipped underneath the cowers, diving beside her like he used to do when he was still a small nipper. She sighed and wrapped her arms around him like a warm blanket. Jonathan never liked it when the boy came to them at night asking if he could sleep in their bed with them. “He’s too old for that now,” he always argued. “He should just man up and go back to sleep like a normal adult bloke.”

But Mrs. Mundy shushed him every time and lifted the sheets for Mick to crawl under. Not many parents could say that their tackers still came to them at this age when they were hurting. It was beautiful, in its own way.

If only he hurt a little less often.

“They were laughin’ at me again, mom,” he finally spoke up in a shaky voice as if he was about to cry. “Said I’m not Aussie enough if I never want to fist-fight with them.”

Ah. This again. Kids really can be cruel. Mick was special, all of them could see that, as it was getting more obvious with age, and they feared him the way they feared everything they couldn’t beat up into submission.

“What’s wrong with me, mom? Why am I not like the others?”

Now this truly shattered her heart into tiny pieces. Maybe they should finally tell him the truth. But what then? Would he wonder where he was from? Or ask about his real parents and why they didn’t love him enough to keep him? And what would the other kids do if they found out he wasn’t from the outback like they were?

No, it had to remain a secret. Why should any of this matter anyway? He was their son. Maybe not by blood, but they loved him the same. And nothing would ever change that.

She hugged him a bit tighter, letting him snuggle up closer to her. “Oh no, ‘roo. There is nothin’ wrong with you. It’s them who should learn what it truly means to be an Aussie. Because it’s not about havin’ muscle upon muscle and bushy mustaches. It’s about what you have in your heart. And you are good just the way you are.” She heard a small, pitiful sob being pressed into her clavicle. Poor thing. She cooed at him until he calmed down a little, then went to stroke his hair. “You know what? Maybe next time dad will take you on a trip with him. Would you like that? He could even teach you how to shoot a rifle if you promise you’ll be careful.”

Mick wiped away the tear that got stuck on his long eyelashes. “R-really? You mean it?”

“Of course I do. If you’re gonna be good at it the way you are at throwin’ rocks, you will soon become the best hunter around.”

Finally, he smiled. “Thanks, mom. Love ya.”

“I love you too, Micky. You’ll never know how much.”

One day, Mick will grow up into something great and leave all those mean no-hopers behind. But for now... she held him as they both drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

Translations

Nipper – a child Bloke – a man Tackers - children No-hoper – somebody who’ll never perform well

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𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚞𝚕:

[ ... ] "do you want me to talk to him for you ?" he asks. "i could put in a good word for you." he tries to sound reassuring, without going too in-depth with detail in case someone else overhears. if only to help aera save face. the questions about his own conversation with jiyu causes conflicting emotions to swell inside of him. he feels a pang of sympathy at her obvious delight to hear about jiyu even if it's through someone else. it makes him want to be honest with her, though it does take a second for him to — recall the finer details of their conversation. after all, it was one of many he had that morning. "i think i did make him laugh," he says. "i told him that i was getting bullied by a child, and he seemed to think that was funny."

     aera is someone who firmly believes in destiny— that people are linked together through the red line of fate so if someone is meant to be with someone else they'll find their way to each other without much if any intervene from anyone else; that's why she never offers to play matchmaker with anyone unless she's requested to no matter how much she's rooting for this or that couple and that's why she's also torn in between accepting chanyul's help now. if she and jiyu are meant to be then they'll find each other even if it might not be now or even soon; besides it isn't like she's truly pursuing jiyu anyway, the older zhao being more of a fleeting dream than anything else.

     it's a sweet gesture still, she thinks, especially when considering that chanyul also holds a special kind of affection towards the commander. it makes her look at the prince with somewhat pride in her eyes and also endearment because this feels so much more different from the kid that would argue with her over servings of dessert, one that wouldn't so easily give up something that he considered his. " ah , chanyul-ah , " and aera can't even help how her tone turns a little less formal and a lot more like the one that truly belongs to a childhood friend talking to another childhood friend but fortunately neither nara nor anyone else who could scold her for it is there to pull her ear for being overly familiar with the prince, a hand coming up to cover her mouth. " you've really grown up , haven't you ? " she speaks like a mother proud and touched that their child has grown up well.

     " but it's ok ! " aera tries to reassure her friend. " i like how things are now , but i could put a good word with him for you as well ! " even though she doesn't overly enjoys meddling with people's love affairs, much preferring to be a simple bystander, aera thinks that it's only fair that she returns the favor somehow. she doesn't exactly what she could say that jiyu doesn't know about chanyul already (or, at least, something good because she's sure that chanyul doesn't want to share their childhood stories of them bickering and throwing tantrums at each other) but she could surely make the effort to try to find anything anyway.

     aera can't help how a giggle threatens to escape with chanyul's little tale, even though she knows that she probably shouldn't because being bullied is never a good thing but something in it still makes her want to laugh. " oh no . " and that's why she at least tries to appear sympathetic over the prince's case even if she has always been a horrible liar. " at least your suffering wasn't in vain . " as always, even more so when tipsy, aera tries to see the silver lining in everything.

     " i wish commander zhao would laugh more . " aera comments a little more serious, suddenly her smile turning into a pout. " of course that he's very handsome when he's all serious and commander-like , " and she does tries her best to make a serious and stiff man impersonation, knitting her eyebrows into a frown and standing a little straighter, even her voice turns a little deeper for a hot second before it completely dissolves back to her usual demeanor and composure, aera being unable to keep it for long. " but he's also very handsome when he laughs , perhaps even more so . " and maybe that's one of her favorite jiyu's, the one that lets his more easygoing and teasing nature show than the intimidating commander of the fire nation navy.