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howlingmod · 3 months ago

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Allusive

summary - Lampert has a circuitry problem. You help him. You're both normal about it.

wc - 3.2k

misc - crossposted from ao3 , ignore how ooc this is i was very tired and didn't want to check the wiki a bunch ..

“You want me to what?”

If you were any less shell-shocked, you probably could’ve come up with a better response. A ‘Oh, could you run that by me one more time, my dearest of dear friends?’ or ‘Would you mind repeating that? I just need to make certain I heard you right,’ was the next thing on your tongue, for sure.

“Listen, you don’t have to if you don’t want to– I can figure it out, find someone else to. I just figured I should ask and see if you’d be willing before I looked somewhere else and-” Lampert started to ramble, making vague gestures with his hands as his words all stumbled over one another in their rush to get out.

“Dude, just gimmie a second,” you cut them off, half-muffled behind the hands trying to rub some coherency into you, “I never said no, I just … wasn’t really expecting that.” ‘Wasn’t really,’ was an overstatement. Maybe even more than an overstatement, more like a huge-massive-hyper-statement, in your opinion. This was about the last thing you’d expected Lampert to be asking for at the early hours of your shift. There was no, ‘Where’s your replacement cables?’ or ‘When was the last time you guys dusted?’ Sure, you didn’t hate some surprises on your shift, it kept the day interesting, after all, but this was an entirely different kind of surprise.

“I mean, like,” you started hesitantly, only now dropping your hands back to the counter with averted eyes, “I could give it a try but, I’m not really an electrician or anything. I mean, I know how to fix some stuff but I don’t really work on uh …” You made a fluttery, trailing motion with your hand.

“Sentient light-fixtures?”

“Yeah. Yeah that’s uh, that’s a little out of my usual work.”

“I assumed as much, but it’s not like I’m just gonna tell you to ‘figure it out,’ and have you dig around in me,” Lampert laughed, some short little exhale that tugged at your heartstrings. You were surprised he was being so lighthearted about this, but you were also surprised he’d asked you in the first place, so maybe you were just thoroughly mistaken on your assesment of your friend.

You stammered for a few moments, struggling to find the words. Part of you wanted to just throw caution to the wind, to say yes. You might not be a surgeon, but you’re also a lot more familiar with electrical parts than you are organs. Another part of you said throwing caution to the wind when ‘caution’ was ‘I don’t want to destroy my friend’s body,’ was a very stupid thing to be thinking. “I get that, I just … Do you really trust me with this, man?” Your hands were digging into your head now, physically holding yourself together.

He paused for a moment at that, taking a breath. While, normally, this sort of hesitation would be enough for you to instantly call it off, you knew to give it a little longer. Well-spoken as he was, you’d talked with Lampert long enough to know that converting genuine, sincere thoughts to words could be hard for him.

“I’d say so, yeah,” he’d shrugged, hand coming up to fidget with his pull switch, “I’ve known you for … however long now, and it’s not like you’re a total newbie to this sort of thing.”

You sucked in air through your teeth, eyes unfocusing as you thought this over one more time. On one hand, you wanted to help your friend out and you knew you’d bend over backwards for him. On the other, you really weren’t sure you wanted to risk pulling the wrong wire the wrong way and frying him. You’d spared him a glance, meeting his awaiting gaze for only a few seconds. You knew you could say no, that he’d assure you it was fine and then find someone else. The problem was, you didn’t really want to tell him no. A sigh scratched its way out of your throat as you squeezed your eyes shut.

“Ok.”

“Really?” He’d perked up at your response, chain left swinging as he let go of it in surprise.

“Yeah, I’ll give it a go,” you muttered, “But you have to promise me you’ll help me out, I usually don’t have to worry about hurting people’s radios or anything.”

“Yeah! Of course, don’t worry about it. I’m sure you’ll do fine.”

A comfortable silence fell over the two of you, Lampert smiling to himself while you worked on clearing your head. You still weren’t totally sure about this, anxiety weighing heavy on your back, but you wanted to try. It’d save him some time and energy (and money, probably), and it’d give you an excuse to hang out with him for a while. You were lucky nobody had come in while you two were talking, you weren’t sure you’d be able to differentiate a one and a one hundred dollar bill in your daze. The dim overhead lighting kept buzzing and an incoherent ad played over the store radio.

You’d watched in silence as Lampert stuck a finger out to trace over part of the countertop, leaving a fingerprint behind in the dust. He grimaced.

“You really touched your face after putting your hands on this?-”

“Oh my god dude I do not get paid to clean this place.”

This suddenly felt like your first time ever stepping foot into your own apartment. Your space felt barren, like someone had been slowly robbing you for the past decade until all you had was their leftover blankets and pillows. You’d done your best to make a comfortable enough mattress out of your sheets, but it still felt like you’d just thrown Lampert onto a pile of rocks and told him to get comfy.

“Fuck, umm … I might have some more blankets under my bed or something,” you thought aloud, worrying the inside of your lip between your canines while trying to catalog every forgotten shirt or notebook you’d crammed under your bedframe.

You had your back turned to Lampert, who quietly watched you devolve into a pacing mess on the floor. Truthfully, he stopped feeling the hardwood about 15 minutes ago, but never found a good spot to interject with that info.

“I really don’t think that’s necessary,” he hummed, watching for the slightest of shifts in the tension of your shoulders. You’d never been bad on the eyes, but this seemed to be a particularly ethereal look on you, despite the way you’d slowly gotten more disheveled and still had yet to get out of your work uniform. He couldn’t really tell what it was, he’d been over to your apartment enough you’d told him where you kept your spare key, and he’d seen you in your uniform just about every day in all states of distress.

You finally shot him a look over your shoulder, frantic gaze meeting his own relaxed one before darting away again. Your shoulders lowered a little, fidgeting in place for a few moments before you’d finally turned around to face him.

“You sure there’s nothing I can get you? It’s no trouble,” You’d asked for the third time, grabbing at the back of your neck.

“Well, you could maybe help me with this wire thing I’ve got going on, I might’ve told you about it before.”

That’d gotten a short laugh out of you, more an exhale with a brief, flashed grin than anything. “Yeah, alright, man.” Despite the snark, you’d kneeled down by his side, hands sitting by your side. “So how do I uhh …”

“Oh! Let me just …” Lampert mumbles, unbuttoning his shirt to open himself up. Instinctively, you’d turned away, busying your eyes on some uneven paint on the wall. You knew there wasn’t any real reason to be shy, there wasn’t exactly anything there, but it felt more polite to do than not. You wondered if you should’ve put music on, the thudding of your heart in your ears was starting to feel migraine inducing. No, it probably would’ve been distracting, it was for the better you didn’t. Probably.

You waited for a few more moments of shuffling, “Alright, this should work fine.”

You’d looked back at him then, already scripting some conversation that ended up going unwritten and unspoken once you’d processed the scene. It wasn’t anything you hadn’t seen before, technically speaking, but it carried a different weight here. The light from across the room barely glinted off the collage of wires neatly lining his insides, a sea of blacks and greys in his chest. You could make out parts of a metal framework, only a little more complex than a skeleton, interestingly enough. You supposed it made sense, given his relatively humanoid body. It allowed his skin to move freely in some places, more akin to the way yours would in the soft of your forarm or the curve of your stomach. Something like a chestplate, the outermost layers of his torso were sitting beside him, resting delicately on his discarded shirt. Whoever made him should be proud.

“You ok?” Lampert suddenly spoke up, concern clear in his voice.

“OH,” you started, “Yeah, yeah. Sorry, got a little lost in thought.”

“You sure? It’s ok if you changed your mind, I know it’s a little weird,” he’d reassured, struggling on the last few words. Admittedly, he was nervous. He didn’t know why, this wasn’t fear of something going wrong, but more about how you felt about all of this. Sure, he didn’t have any reason to believe you saw him as some freak of nature, but something was nagging him to cover back up. It felt vulnerable in an entirely different way to show you everything like this, to be so unforgettably other to you.

You shook your head, reaching out to rest your hands on him. He tensed up at the touch, freezing to watch for your next move. “Nah, I’m all good, promise, but uh … I don’t really see the issue. Everything looks pretty well kept.”

“Oh, yeah, the top part should be fine,” Lampert explained as he pointed to the topmost layer of wires, feeling more relaxed with the near clinical conversation, “I’m usually able to handle tidying everything back up every now and then just fine. It’s just that I’ve got this knot at the very back I can’t get to.”

You made a little noise at that, staring down at his chest with thought. While you were busy making a mental map of how to go about this, he took the opportunity to study his surroundings a little more. He’d been here plenty of times, but something always seemed to be added or moved around every time he came over. Usually, it wasn’t anything huge, and if it was you tended to make it a point of conversation, playing it up like a grand unveiling. The changes all felt natural, a physical show of changing times. You had a few photos along the wall, mostly of some of your friends you’d introduced him to before.

He can’t quite remember how you’d roped him into it, but he had a feeling you made some kind of bet or favor. That tended to be the case. He does, however, remember a lot of the night after that. Namely, he remembers you making some sweeping, grand gesture with your hands when you introduced him, like you’d just thrown a grade-A celebrity in front of your friends. He remembers one of your friends telling him it was nice to meet the guy you’d been talking about so much, fully sincere in their words. He remembers ending up sleeping on your couch, too tired to walk back home that night, while you took to sleeping on the floor right beside it, insisting it was just like a sleepover. He also remembers almost stepping on you in the morning, but that’s neither here nor there.

He can’t help the smile that crawls onto his face at the memory, all the stupid little things you’d done for him that night and the dumb jokes you made that got snickers out of him without fail. Something flutters in his chest, hands readjusting idly on his lap with some spark of pent up energy.

“Lampert.”

He snaps to attention at that, head whipping over to look at you. You’re fixing him with some odd, wide-eyed stare, lips set in a thin line.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“Dude, you cannot just go all still and quiet on me like that. I was so sure I like, ripped something.”

“Wh- I was smiling! Why would I be smiling if I was hurt?”

“I don’t know!” You retorted, hands giving a stifled jerk in his chest, carefully carded through the wires. If it weren’t for not wanting to really rip something this time, you would’ve thrown your hands up in the air to really show him what exasperated looked like, he was sure of it. “Maybe you just got stuck like that?”

“’Maybe I just got stuck like-’ Oh, whatever. I’m fine, thank you for checking in,” Lampert sighed, looking back up at the ceiling. You just stuck your tongue out in response. He felt a little more aware of what was actually going on in the present, now, able to pick out the feeling of your fingers gently pushing cord after cord aside. His ability to feel things was significantly less expansive than yours was, but he could feel the dull warmth of your skin brushing up against cold metal, a foggy pressure on his frame.

He envied your heightened sensitivity at times, how you’d differentiate velvet from satin or comment on how soft something was. You’d try describing it to him sometimes, usually devolving into incoherent, if not poetic, rambles that went nowhere and left him with a very abstract idea of how silk felt. Some night where you’d both been out of it and desperate for some connection to someone, you’d traced his skin and called it smooth, and then you’d carefully touched the side of his head and said it reminded you of linen. He could understand smooth, could imagine how the visual translated to the physical, but linen was different. You’d stumbled your words for a few moments, starting and restarting multiple times over. Eventually you said linen usually felt scratchy, but got softer over time. Part of him wanted to feel insulted about the ‘scratchy’ bit, ignoring the connotations he knew from how you used it to describe texture that it usually wasn’t pleasant, but he couldn’t find the irritation at the time. He was too tired, too busy thinking about why you included how linen got softer with time, too busy thinking about how that related to him, what you were trying to tell him. In the end, he was mostly just too tired, and ended up falling asleep and forgetting about it in the morning.

He could feel you digging deeper into him now, leaning further over him to better reach without putting too much strain on other wires.

“Tell me if I’m pushing too hard,” you murmur, carefully parting the layers of copper and plastic to look for the tangled wires. “Mm, actually, can you hold that for a sec? I think I need a flashlight.”

“Oh, yeah,” Lampert hummed in response, quickly replacing your hands in himself. It was an odd angle, putting a little more strain on his arms than comfortable. As he’d moved to replace your hands, he’d brushed them briefly, registering that warmth again. He couldn’t tell what your skin felt like, if it was rough and scratchy or smooth and soft, but he could uniquely identify just how hot your hands felt against his.

It was the one sense he seemed to trump you in, given how your perception of it was limited to your body temperature. You’d be burning something awful and he’d have to tell you to lay back down, since, according to your temperature sensitivity, you were perfectly average. It made sense, you’d often make jokes about not knowing how he didn’t feel too hot whenever his light was on too long, referencing how you’d burned yourself on a light when you were younger. In the moment though, he was usually too baffled by how you’d managed such an injury to think about it. You’d complain sometimes about your hands being cold in the winter, tucking them into the sides of your neck for warmth, but he rarely ever picked up on it. Though, in fairness, you’d usually jolt in surprise when you felt how cold his hands were after being outside, a clear result of metal’s ambient temperature. No matter what you thought, you always seemed to be radiating heat, and he’d always be leeching off of it while you two sat together for some bad hallmark movie.

“There!” You blurted out, finally locating the bundle of wires bunched together among the ocean of identical strings. “It doesn’t look that bad, actually. Shouldn’t take me long,” you hummed, more to yourself than anything. You set your flashlight aside, leaning closer to his body to get a better handle on him.

As you started to delicately pry every last cable apart from one another, Lampert turned to studying you again. There was a light a little ways behind your head, leaving your face obscured in a shadow while it cast a halo around your form. He imagined you were probably fixing him with some intent look, tongue partway sticking out to focus on the knot, the same way you tended to whenever you handled someone else’s electronics. He didn’t stick around for too long whenever you were working, it didn’t look great for you if you were talking to someone for too long on your shift, so he tended to dip out after a minute or two. Sometimes, though, he’d end up talking to you about something he’d seen walking around that day while you were fixing something up. He admired how careful you could be with things as fragile as decades old circuitboards and crumbling watches, how much effort you put into making sure things didn’t get damaged any further.

That was probably part of why he’d asked you to help him with this, you were by all means technically skilled, no doubt about it. But maybe he also chose to ask you because he trusted you, beyond your skill. Asked you because he knew, on some intrinsic level, that you were someone who he could rely on. He’d done it in plenty of other regards, trusted you in moments where everything felt so disjointed and nonsensical like you were the only logical thing in the world. Without asking, you’d offered him friendship and understanding at every turn, given him a shoulder to lean on before he’d ever mentioned needing one. You’d given him your heart, and, in some way, he’d given you his.

The cables slipped back into place, the dull, constant aching in his back finally receding. You were grinning, pulling back out of his vision with some comment on how you’d been expecting worse. He hummed in response, not entirely hearing what you said, still lost in his thoughts. He followed you blearily as you got up, stretching your arms far over your head, starting into a conversation about if he wanted to do anything else while he was here, offering up a few suggestions that he didn’t catch. His hands found their place on his lap again, readjusting twice before he felt settled enough to answer.

“Can I tell you something?”

#regretevator x reader #lampert x reader #same goes here if creators uncomfortable ill take it down #send an ask or something. idk.#x reader #ohh i hope this doesnt show up in main tags. i will go missing

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agalychnisspranneusroseus · 1 month ago

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Baby lesbian Anne who didn't come out in Earth before Amphibia because she didn't want things to be weird with her friends and her parents, but she's known for ages, and she only begins to express her sexuality in baby steps while in Wartwood, even if all she does is looking at pictures of hot Croaker with Polly or talking about past crushes with Sprig, giving supposed "girl advice". The Plantars know she likes girls. It's cool, it's normal. No big deal. Sometimes Hop Pop will teasingly ask if she had a girlfriend back home, or Sprig and Polly will use the word "breakup" while discussing Anne and Sasha's fallout (mostly while Anne isn't around, because last time they said that, she broke into tears, and then acted weirdly jumpy the rest of the day). This is the most normal Anne has ever felt about her sexuality. It's not that bad. Maybe she could tell her friends and family when she goes back home.

But then they reunite with Marcy, who at this point is the queen of comphet (of which there can only be one, may I add 😉). And Anne is so happy to see her she can't leave her side, and they're sooooo touchy and soooooo clingy, and Anne is mortified seeing Polly do waggy eyebrows at her when Marcy isn't looking, or Hop Pop asking Marcy about how would she take care of a girl ("Well, all human beings have a series of basic biological, psychological and social needs. If I had a person to my care, I would begin by assesing her specific circumstances to elaborate a proper caretaking plan to contemplate all possible necessities, perceived or otherwise. Is this 'girl' you mentioned hypothetical or...?"). Sprig at least announces to Anne he's off to ask Marcy if she wants to be her girlfriend before Anne grabs him, and the rest of the family, and pulls them somewhere around the corner, awkwardly smiling at Marcy and blurting something about "emergency family meeting", which leaves Marcy too distracted gushing over Anne's found family storyline to question her.

Anne quickly sits them down and tells them they need to stop. Marcy doesn't know she likes girls, and she can't know. Plus, she doesn't even like her that way! (She doesn't like Marcy, right? I mean, that would be ridiculous. This is Marcy we're talking about! Just her old kindergarden friend, who is now a totally badass amazon queen, and she's super smart, like, wowzers, and - hey, did that hot newt lady call her 'Master'? Because that's so cool, gosh she's amazing, power and confidence look real good in her, not to mention her hair's grown a little bit and it looks so cute and - okay that's enough!)

They need to keep it down. She's not ready to tell her friends yet, and with everything going on with Sasha, the last thing she needs is to push Marcy away. So, please. Could they pretend Anne is a normal heterosexual girl with normal friendship feelings during their time in Newtopia?

Hop Pop is a bit confused - he thought everyone back home knew already. It's not like Anne is exactly subtle ("hey, I can be subtle! One time I had a crush on this girl for over a year, and no one found out. A year, HP, do you know how long human years are?" / "I... think they're the same as amphibian years, Anne" / "Anyway, I just avoided her like the plague and everyone in school thought I hated her! Which is the opposite of liking. Problem solved." / "So... does that mean you do like Marcy?"). But they all promise to keep quiet about it. Even if it's odd to see Anne so self-conscious of something she used to be so confident about back in Wartwood. Like a baby bird crawling back inside its egg. Or something.

She kinda wishes she'd never told them anything, at all, ever, because their idea of helping is overcompensating by talking about all the "hot frog boys" she totally liked in Wartwood (ew), or supposed past Earth boyfriends. It piques Marcy's interest for a bit ("Wow, Anne, you had a boyfriend back home??? How come you never told us!?" / "I don't know what they're talking about!"), but after the first day or two, everything settles into an only mildly embarrassing routine of wandering around Newtopia with Marcy and the Plantars as they talk about things more pleasant than Anne's crushes and imaginary boyfriends, like ancient computers hidden underground, or obscure Plantar family farming lore.

She has her sleepover with Marcy, Sprig and Polly. It's scary, because they almost get killed by ghosts, but other than that it was a lot of fun. Marcy clinging to her clothes and arms all the time certainly... exciting. And the second most terrifying part of the night (wow, when did things with Marcy get like this? Had they both really changed that much?). Thankfully Sprig and Polly are asleep by the time Marcy succumbs, around 6am, and cuddles into Anne's side, making her heart do sommersaults. She thinks about how free she felt in Wartwood, how far away her worries seemed. Thinking the ocassional frog lady was hot was the last of her problems when she was being chased by giant insects and carnivorous plants all the time, and everyone around her seemed to feel the same way. But Marcy was a reminder of their home world, and things in their home world didn't quite work the same as they did in Amphibia.

And Anne wanted to go back home. She wanted it more than anything. That, and to bring her friend group together again. Things with Sasha were already bad. She was not losing Marcy too. If that meant biting her tongue on a couple of inconsequential, irrelevant things, she could do that. Yeah. She's done it for years, it wasn't that hard. Really. No big deal.

#amphibia #anne boonchuy #marcy wu #marcanne #my posts #lesbian anne boonchuy #look at her she's just a bby

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thermodynamic-comedian · 9 months ago

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the oiar as that one adhd emotions post because i have just decided it fits them

welcome to the office of incident assesment and response! get ready to experience:

gwen: understimulation

sam: overstimulation

colin: the Anger spiral

alice: wednesday forever

lena: oh god they all hate me. this entIRE GROCERY STORE HATES ME!!!!

celia: lust

#you guys know that meme right. because i cannot for the life of me find it anywhere but i saw it once and it stuck to my brain #tmagp #the magnus protocol #tmagp shitpost #tmagp meme #samama khalid #gwendolyn bouchard #alice dyer #lena kelley #colin becher #celia ripley

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ribbonsaikeaux · 2 months ago

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Mirrored Faces

"Tell me, dear, have you ever thought about escaping this place?" The masked woman asked as she sat across from Emily and crossed her legs. She looked on expectantly, eagerly awaiting an answer, taking a moment to adjust her petticoats. Though her extravegant lilac dress with its shimmering silver forest embroidery was certainly eye catching, it was the mirrored mask that she wore that garnered the most attention.

It was there that Emilys' eyes were fixed. Seeing herself reflected across the womans' lips and nose was somewhat unsettling when trying to speak with her, but Emily felt compelled to answer.

"Of course I have. Theres nothing here for me anymore. I've outgrown this town and I'm starting to HATE the people in it." She froze a moment. She wasn't sure why she was so forthright with that information. After all, she'd literally just met this lady.

"I had a feeling you'd say that dear." The woman replied, a hint of a smile in her voice.

"You had that desperate air about you. It was... intriguing."

Emily looks taken aback at that comment, but laughs and smiles.

"Is it that obvious?" She asked, frowning.

The masked woman let out a soft chuckle.

"Only to those who know what theyre looking for dear." She says as she reaches across the table, gently brushing Emilys cheek. "And i must confess, this beautiful face of yours also caught my attention."

Emily froze, blushing despite herself. However, what trepidation she felt at this sudden advance quickly disappeared. For some reason this strange womans touch was incredibly calming

"Th-thank you..." she managed to stammer out.

"Oh, dear, thanks arent necessary. It is simply the truth. I mean, such lovely bone structure. Soft lips " The woman puntuates this by brushing Emilys lips "and such cute cheeks as well!" She exclaims, gently booping the young womans nose.

Emilys face rapidly went through several shades of red at the womans assesment, nodding in agreement, far too embaressed to speak at the moment.

The woman continued, folding black lace gloved hands on the table in front of her. "Oh my, I seem to have gotten a little carried away dear. Apologies." She chuckled. "Now, what if I were to tell you that I can get you away from here and you'd never have to worry about anything again?" She asks in a tone more serious than any she'd used thus far.

"I would be very excited, but also extremely skeptical." Emily responded, still confused as to why she was being so forthcoming with this strange woman.

The woman nodded, looking solemn, but Emily felt there may be a grin behind that mask. "Well, thats to be expected, dear. However, I promise you I can make it happen."

Emily raised an eyebrow, nodding slowly. "Yeah... and what would you want in return?"

The woman leanes in, once again playfully booping Emilys nose. "Oh come now. We can worry about payment later dear. This is your chance to stop living this pointless life and do something different. More fulfilling. Now I really must be going soon, I'm afraid I need an answer dear"

Emily contemplated the offer, eyes becoming distant as she thought. Hell, whatve I got to lose, her thoughts concluded.

"Alright. Im in. What do I need to do?"

The woman clapped excitedly. "Splendid! You let me worry about the details dear. First, though," she leans over the table "I want you to look into my eyes"

Emily rolled her eyes, a little annoyed, but decided to humor this woman. After all, shes her ticket out of here. So she also leaned forward, finding the womans eyes.

To her surprise the womans eyes were astounding! Purple with a grey starbust pattern and, strangely, a glowing gold spot in the center of her pupil.

"Theres a good dear. Just keep looking." The woman encouraged.

Emily nodded slowly, eyes never leaving those purple and grey orbs. Not even noticing that her own face had lined up perfectly with the mask. She blinked.

Staring back at her was her own face. Not a reflection. Her. Face. She frantically brought her hands up to her own head, only to be met with a feeling of a smooth and cold surface.

Emilys face grinned wickedly. "Why thank you dear! When I saw your face, I just KNEW I had to have it. Dont worry, I will still keep my end of the bargain. We will be leaving shortly, and you will never have to worry that pretty little head over anything ever again!" The woman laughs.

Emily tried to scream, but her voice caught in her throat, no sound escaping. Then she felt an icy chill move across her head. Reaching up she once again tries to scream, but to no avail. The mirrored glass was spreading across her head, encasing it. She looked around, panicing, only to find everyone else in the builing frozen in place. Unbeknownst to her, everyone had been like this since the woman sat down.

Slapping at her face and head, emily tried in vain to stop the spread, the cold having now fully encased her head. Her brain and throat began to burn with searing pain. Clutching her head, she thrashes as the chill travelled down her neck, a series of cracks could be heard as her skull and neck bones reset, becoming steel. For the first time she found she could make a sound, but to her horror, her ears were met them robotic glitchy static.

The new Emily sat there, grinning. Obviously enjoying the show, her eyes fixed intently on the changing form in front of her.

As the cold sensation spread to her shoulders, her skin took on a metalic sheen. More cracking and fragmented robotic screaming. Bones replaced with a steel skeleton. Veins replaced with wires. All sending agonizing, seemingly, unending pain through the former Emilys being. The scratchy electronic screaming never ceasing until the freezing spread to the bottoms of her feet.

Suddenly Emilys brain was on fire. The screaming continued as she pounded on her head. The pain to much to bear, but unable to pass out as her brain was morphed into complex circuitry. Memories fading. Thoughts diminishing. Self gone.

The new drone sat up straight, arms at its sides, staring blankly ahead.

The new Emily giggled and clapped excitedly. "Oh goodie! We simply must get you home and programmed!" She exclaimed as she stood. "Come now. We've a lot of work to do!"

The drone stood stiffly, arms still at its sides and followed its owner wordlessly. Outside on the street sat a limo. The driver opened the door for Lady Emily. It shared the same mirrored face as the newly made drone. Said drone was unaware of this as it silently climbed into the vehicle with its new owner.

Shortly, they were both on their way to their new lives.

#empty spaces #dollposting #writing #mask #drone #mirror #identity death

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pocket-jack · 1 year ago

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Luffy: Wai-.. Wha?.. Why were covering your freckles!?

Kid: Because, every fucking time when I try to make up my face so that no one could fucking make imbecilic commentary about it looking like shit scattered all around my face, and I miss a few freckles, everyone going nuts and fucking mocking me for it

Luffy: But I like them!

Kid: Bullshit.

Luffy: No, really! You look so nice with them! Especially with the ones on your eyelids! Your eyes looks so bright with them!

Kid: "Turning red" What is your stupid plan, dipshit? Ya wanna use flattery to gain an advantage on me, right!?

Law: Have you never heard a compliment before?

Kid: Compli... What?

Law: ...

Law: Oh no.

Kid: Wait, I know what the hell is a compliment! Don't jump to your medical conclusions, mr. I fucking hate psychology because I'm mentally ill myself!

Law: I've jumped. But don't worry, I believe that you know what compliments are.

Law: "Smirking" Has no one really did you a genuine compliment before?

Kid: STFU! I know what compliments are! I've been complimented before, and I don't wanna hear it from you, ya fuckers!

Luffy: Juggy is shy!

Kid: NO, I'M NOT!!

Law: He's never received compliments before, how adorable.

Kid: SHUT UP! I received them! I received a lot of them! And they were all about my strength and power that I hold! You just straight up mocking me! I don't want to receive compliments about my body, because I know they all not true!!

Law and Luffy: ....

Kid: " Embarrassed for what he said" Ah...

Luffy: "Silently crawls on his lap and grabs his face with both hands"

Kid: Hey, what're ya-..

Luffy: You have... The most mesmerizing eyes that I saw. They look like a sun. So warm and beautiful!

Kid: "Turning red" Ah!... Stop, they're not!..

Luffy: And your freckles are so interesting. I get the vibes of sunflowers staring at the sun... Which are your eyes

Kid: Oi, Law! Stop him! He's-..

Law: Did you know what people say about the ones with freckles? You definitely were kissed by the sun, and it loved to kiss you

Kid: S-stop...

Luffy: Can I be the sun? I really wanna kiss all of the freckles you have on your face!

Kid: "Completely red" Nghghh....

Kid: "Hides his face in Luffy's chest, holding him by his shoulders" Nghhhhhhh!

Law: I think, that's a K.O

Luffy: I'm gonna do it more often! Juggy is so adorable when he receives compliments!

Kid: I hate you so fucking much

________________

Am I the only one who receives inferiority complex/bad self-assesment vibe in Kid? He clearly hates when people mocks him or makes fun of him and he actually gets flattered when someone gives him a compliment. And all of the aggression is just his way to defend himself from the unwanted feelings? It's like... Psychology? When aggression is the only feeling you were allowed to feel, because crying is for babies and weakness is death. So you subconsciously defended yourself from people seeing you in the weak position. Kid didn't even got his childhood flashback and I already want to kill people who did this to him.

When KidLawLu formed a relationship, their bickering often grows into flirting and seeing each other's reaction. Kid is always throwing dirty commentary, and loves when Law just screams "WHAT!?" at him all red. Law usually follows Luffy's lead to flutter Kid, but on the rare occasions he just gives them mysterious smiles saying "Oh, I get it" to their attempts of mock him and leaving them without an answer about what exactly he gets. Luffy is always gives his partner's compliments because they're so adorable when they turn red

#one piece #monkey d. luffy #trafalgar law #eustass kid #kidlawlu

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blackstarchanx3new · 1 year ago

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... I feel like Link needs Shadow Link to kiss the depression put of him. >.> How do you feel about this assesment?

While I like this idea I don't think it'd long term solve his problems. XD

CW under the cut: Someone getting punched in the face/surprise kisses

In a cut page draft, Link took that idea very poorly. X'D

We all know which part of him hated this tho.

This was cut for a lot of reasons I can't get into because it'd spoil this section. It didn't fit, smth about it was repetitive, shit flowed better without it, you get the idea.

Also hitting people is mean and I try not to make Blue do it despite that being smth he does from the og manga. Just because I don't really like the idea of him hitting people (Especially Red) and just getting away with that shit.

Cause we all know it was Blue that caused Link to punch him here considering Blue is very visibly/verbally not a fan of Shadow:

I also decided it was out of character for Link.

Not OOC for Blue, just for Link. X'D Like Link has gotten PISSED OFF in FSR but I can't imagine him truly punching Shadow for this lmao.

#four swords returns #four swords adventures #four swords returns au #four swords manga #four swords #loz fsr au #loz #shadow link #fs link #fsr link #link x shadow link #shadow link x link

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bringbackavac · 1 month ago

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i used to think i couldn’t hate the diaz parents because they reminded me of my parents (especially as a first born who also got dumped so much responsibility and expectations at a very young age) (i’m only a year older than my sister) + the fact that they actually had a whole unpacking and sincere apology episode had me softened up.

but!!! recently, the more i thought about it, about how long chris has been away and how up till now we still haven’t had ANY conversations/efforts on bringing him back got me SO IFFY about them. the way they just went and took christopher away without having a full fruitful conversation with eddie feels SO WRONG.

(not a single question about how is he, how did this even happen, how did even chris reach that solution to call them, is eddie okay? with everything that happened? with chris wanting to go to texas for the summer? discussing how long is chris gonna stay? what measures should they take as father + grandparents unit to approach an emotionally unstable and most possibly traumatized teen with escapism as a coping mechanism instead of talking it out, etc.)

they could’ve gave eddie the lead on what to do (AS THE FATHER??? which should be a given???), help him reach a decision, trying to help the father and son talk it out. maybe staying a few nights to see if a conversation really could be made to the kid and letting eddie handle it all first, with them as a middle man, instead of just up and dragging chris on the same day and leaving you ACTUAL child all alone in confusion and grief…

his whole life just got fucked sideways and you take his only stability, his only responsibility, the only pole of his nuclear family in keeping him the slightest bit sane, his single pride and joy, his main source of happiness, thinking it would help them both???

all that and we see ZERO of the diaz parents not making an effort to check in, update on chris’s wellbeing, keeping a communication line open still. even if the kid doesnt want to talk to his dad, they could’ve been a facilitatior and (again) the middle man for these things, on really trying to patch up the father and child relationship instead of KEEPING SAID CHILD SITTING AND STEWING ON HIS FRAZZLED THOUGHTS AND EMOTIONS!!!

i really can’t believe they really thought they were “helping eddie and chris” and “thinking whats best for them both” because the request to temporarily move away to a state wayyy too far from his life just so he can not-face his father after a gigantic issue from a child?? a growing teenager with imbalanced growth hormones that affects their emotions and rational thinking abilities should’ve IMMEDIATELY activated red warning lights inside their brains.

never seem to consider that after the summer break, chris still needs to go to school wether he likes it or not. chris still needs to face his father wether he likes it or not, because eddie is still his father. instead letting the teenager taking the reigns in all the decision making based on his rage, confusion and overwhelming emotions.

and eddie, obviously never having a great example of openly communicative and solutive parents who talks together instead of barging in gunz-a-blazin’ or throwing blame and shame towards their problems (exhibit Z: this whole tragedy) + the guilt + limited emotional processing as a child, is still struggling to process his own internal issues and on how to be firm and strict to his own child

who is still a TEEN btw.. who’s first thought to solving a problem was running away to a faraway state m from home with no concrete return time.

the diaz parents must really be believe they’re helping by jumping straight in the wagon with no communication and assesments, when in reality they’re HELPING NOTHING??? other than prolonging the issue… they’re just making it worse and worse causing both fathe/child NOT getting the facilities and help to start the healing/resolving process they so desperately need and deserve.

TLDR: i hate the diaz parents, and eddie needs to step up and take charge with boundaries and decisions

#911onabc #eddie diaz #edmundo diaz #helena diaz #ramon diaz #christopher diaz #pls give us crumbs on 8x08 #how did it get this long omg SORRY BOYS #911 season 8 #ITS ALMOST EPISODE DAY WDYM THERES STILL NO STILLS?????#abc plz im begging #let the father and son reunite!!!#and go to therapy!!!#sorry for bad grammar its 3am

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lexxiie · 2 years ago

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Hii I'm not sure if ur taking requests rn but if u are could u do Levi or Eren when they argue with they're s/o

sorry if it doesn't make sense

When You Argue With Them

It does make sense, don’t worry! Sorry it took me so long.

Fandom: Attack On Titan

Featuring: Eren, Levi, Zeke

EREN JAEGER

Now, Eren is a stubborn guy. He likes to be right, and most of the time, he genuinely believes he is. His pride only makes this slightly worse, an though he tries to be better, especially because of you, change takes time. He hates arguing with you, but it's really not that uncommon as he is aware that his personality makes it hard not to argue sometimes, still, he hates hurting you.

As I said, he's gotten considerably better at thinking before speaking when he starts to get irritated during an argument, always doing his best to avoid saying something he'll regret.

But on those unfortunate moments when he does fuck up, he'll instantly beat himself up mentally.

Especially if whatever he said ended up making you cry.

He'll immediately apologize, Eren doesn't really feel deserving of you, and those things only make him feel worse, like he's wasting your time by being with you.

And though is rare now, there are arguments where it'll take longer for him to cool down and recognize his mistakes.

But even then, while it might take longer for him to apologize, he'll never go to bed if you are mad at him. His nights are meant to be spent with you, there is not any other way.

It happened once at the beginning of your relationship, and he hated every single second of it. Never again.

He's learnt to apologize first, by the way, before you, he would NEVER.

And if you were in the wrong or just felt the need to apologize to him, he'll accept the apology gladly, being happy that you both can just go back to normal.

LEVI ACKERMAN

Now, Levi is no little kid, nor any sort of manchild. He doesn't see the point in wasting time arguing with the one he loves and is usually very matture at handling these things, however, the fact that he has no interest in arguing, can make it seem like he doesn't care whenever you are mad at him for something, which will sometimes only irritate you more, as if he didn't take you seriously.

As I said, he is a matture guy. If you talk to him about something that made you mad, he'll listen, and if he realizes that it actually was on him, he'll immediately apologize and ACTUALLY change.

However, sometimes, he asseses the situation and realizes that you might not be right, and he'll explain so to you. If you are unable to recognize your own wrongs, he'll just ignore your complaints, which is frustrating to you.

Still, if any of this upsets you enough as to make you cry, he'll instantly feel furious at himself.

He just really feels like he sometimes doesn't know how to interact with people, like he can't form bonds.

And you are one of the very few individuals with whom he feels like he is where he should. So when he hurts you, it feels like a step back, or as if maybe he had been lying to himself and he can't actually interact with you either without messing up like he does with most people.

And that sucks, he doesn't want to be the reason why you are hurting.

Overall, he will usually apologize sincerly, he isn't the type that would risk losing you because of his pride.

ZEKE JAEGER

He can be so mature sometimes, and such a damn manchild some other times... He doen't like to be told that he's wrong. He knows it most times, but has a hard time admitting to it. Zeke holds a lot of pride. He loves you, and does try to be a better man to you, but much like his brother, sometimes he's too stubborn to understand he fucked up soon enough.

He believes he really does know what's best for you, and though he does sees you as an equal, he acts as if he thought he was smarter or more capable than you sometimes.

This becomes even more evident if you are younger than him.

If you point it out, he'll deny it to the bitter end, and he truly doesn't see his own behaviour like that.

If his cynism goes far enough to make you cry, though... He'll feel really bad. Despite everything, he is in love with you. He doesn't want anyone to hurt you, much less himself.

Even if he is unable to actually comprehend how he fucked up, he knows he did.

He is able to apologize, but most of the time, his way to do it is just pretending it never happened, getting you a gift, or just approaching you to hug and kiss you.

Sometimes he doesn't want to bother you any further, so he'll avoid you, he misses you, but believes he's doing you a favor by removing himself from your presence.

Despite the way his attitude comes across, he knows you are way better than him, and does puts you before him all the time. He's aware he's emotionally difficult and cannot, for the life of him, understand why you love him so much.

But rest assured, he loves you even more.

MASTERLIST

#attack on titan x reader #aot fluff #aot imagine #aot scenarios #shingeki no kyojin x reader #eren jaeger imagines #zeke jaeger x reader #eren yaeger #zeke yaeger #levi ackerman scenarios #aot headcanons #snk

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cadybear420 · 29 days ago

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Samara for the attunement test!

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Samara is Water-Attuned! 💧💙

(Quoted from here) Short Version: Water-Atts are most known for their composure and fluidity. Make the time to center yourself when practicing your magick. Long Version: Water-Atts are most known for their composure. Just as water flows, Water-Atts are quick witted and adapt easily and with grace. These attuned can sometimes succomb to their insecurities, seeing themselves as too fluid, and find it difficult to process their rush of emotions. It is important that you make time to center yourself when practicing your magic.

I'd say a Water-Attunement is very accurate for Samara.

Samara has a tendency to avoid conflicts as much as possible, due to having grown up with a toxic mother and then a borderline abusive mother. The arguments, fighting, etc. tend to be triggering for her and she can be quite prone to breakdowns. When it comes to fight-or-flight, she is almost entirely flight, and she sometimes has trouble accepting that conflict is an inevitable part of life.

Of course, if you piss her off just enough, she can become fight, and trust me you don't wanna fuck with that. She's an experienced wrestler.

That being said, I think Samara is actually pretty good at maintaining her composure and being able to adapt. She hates dwelling on the past and is always looking for ways to move on from it. This is notably reflected when, both as per in-game choices, she advises Caleb to forget Zoe and she advises Michael to forget the past and move on.

Another notable example is the story of Samara's rainbow highlights. As a kid, Samara pulled her hair out as a coping mechanism for when her parents were fighting, and it caused a lot of damage. But one day, sometime during her middle school years, Samara saw an advertisement for rainbow highlights and thought they were pretty. Scott was willing to get her that treatment on the condition that she stopped pulling her hair out. Samara agreed, and also convinced him that if she had the rainbow highlights she'd be less likely to pull her hair out. In a way there's a circle of motivation there– she stops pulling her hair out to get the highlights, but she also gets the highlights to help her stop pulling her hair out.

Samara does not have a lot of insecurities, nor does she see herself as too fluid. On quite the contrary, she can be very stubborn and pedantic once she sets her mind to a certain belief. But she can become easily overwhelmed with emotion; again, she is often prone to emotional breakdowns and the occasional anger outburst.

And, again, she sometimes has trouble accepting that conflict is an inevitable part of life. The fact that she can adapt actually makes it more frustrating to her. Like the quote from Mr. Incredible "I just cleaned up this mess, can we keep it clean for 10 minutes!?".

See below for further assessment + test questions and answers!

Assessment from all questions

According to assessment from all questions, Samara is Water-Attuned.

Water-Att sweeps in the score count. And the more I think about it, the more it really does fit her.

In the all-questions assesment, Samara also scores quite a bit for Air, Fire, and Metal.

Samara fits somewhat well with Air. Once she's regained her composure after a traumatic/emotional incident, she tends to think in strategy for "What is the best way for me to move on from this?". When Scott gave her the ultimatum for rainbow highlights, she was able to figure out rainbow highlights as a way to prevent her from pulling out her hair. She does have some trust issues and a tendency to isolate herself, but she can be very social with people she's close and trusting with.

Samara fits fairly well with Fire. As much as she tends to avoid conflict, she is also very pedantic about her beliefs. Especially if there's someone she knows and/or cares about in a bad relationship. This is especially shown with how, in the earlier stages of meeting Caleb, she could go on and on about how he should find better people than Brian and Zoe. Of course, she does have a lot of boundaries and knows when to back down for the most part.

Samara definitely fits quite well with Metal. Control is very important to her. And as mentioned before, she has a tendency to be very stubborn and pedantic, not easily swayed from her beliefs or her goals.

It somewhat checks out that Samara didn't score much for Earth and Wood. I find it somewhat strange that Samara didn't score much for Earth. She's sure-footed in her beliefs and goals, willing to put in the work to achieve them; but while change can be upsetting to her, most of the time she welcomes it in order to move on from things. And while Samara does have the capability for patience, her stubbornness and tendency for emotional breakdowns sometimes challenges this.

Overall, I feel like Water-Attunement is very fitting for Samara. I'm not sure I'd call it the most fitting, but it works well for her.

Below are Samara's answers to the test questions. I'd go into the reasoning behind each individual answer, but then I'd be here for days probably. If you want me to elaborate more on any particular answers, feel free to ask in the reblogs, comments, or inbox.

Samara's In-Game Test Questions and Answers

Samara's answers to all possible questions

Choice 1

You're working in a group. You...

Take the lead. (Metal)

Handle the research. (Air)

Fill in the gaps. (Water)

Keep things fun. (Wood)

A sphinx asks you to answer a riddle. You...

Ask the sphinx to answer my own riddle. (Metal)

Trick the sphinx into giving me the answer. (Air)

Tell the sphinx all the possible answers. (Water)

Take random guesses. Eventually I'll get it right. (Wood)

Choice 2

You've found a dragon's hoard, but can only take one thing. What is it?

An old spell book. (Air)

One of the dragon's scales. (Fire)

An enchanted ring. (Metal)

Nothing. I won't steal. (Earth)

What sound do you find most pleasing?

Laughter. (Fire)

A rushing river. (Air)

Leaves rustling. (Earth)

Pen scratching on paper. (Metal)

What do you value most?

Knowledge. (Air)

Balance. (Earth)

Passion. (Fire)

Loyalty. (Metal)

Choice 3

Choose a potion...

Mercurial, shiny, and silver. (Earth)

Translucent and radiant, like a rainbow. (Air)

Sea-green and foaming. (Water)

Where would you like to spend your time?

Sitting on the edge of a cliff. (Air)

Wandering a canyon. (Earth)

Up in a tree. (Wood)

On the beach. (Water)

Choice 4

What scares you most?

Being forgotten. (Metal)

Silence. (Fire)

Being alone. (Wood)

Change. (Earth)

Failure. (Water)

If you could live anywhere, where would you live?

In the cavernous mountains with the giants. (Earth)

In the coral city with the merfolk. (Water)

Deep in the forest with the nymphs. (Wood)

Out in the desert among the djinn. (Fire)

In the city with the vampires. (Metal)

Choice 5

You're at a crossroads. A bank of fog lies ahead. Which way do you go?

Straight ahead and into the fog. (Fire)

Back the way I came. There could be dangers ahead. (Water)

To the left or right, trying to find a way around. (Earth)

I'll ask my friends for advice. (Wood)

You're fighting a swarm of pixies. What's your strategy?

Rush in and take them head on. (Fire)

Analyze them and find a weakness. (Water)

Team up with my friends. (Wood)

Get in front to protect people. (Earth)

What's your favorite season?

Spring. (Wood)

Summer. (Fire)

Autumn. (Earth)

Winter. (Water)

Choice 6

How do you make decisions?

Based on my gut. (Fire)

By weighing pros and cons. (Metal)

With great difficulty. (Air)

Would you like to live forever?

Absolutely... Think of all that could be learned. (Air)

Maybe. It could give me a chance to change things. (Metal)

No. I'm going to live this life to the fullest. (Fire)

What is your favorite magickal creature?

Phoenix. (Fire)

Dragon. (Metal)

Gryphon. (Air)

Final Score:

Metal: 2

Wood: 1

Fire: 2

Air: 3

Earth: 1

Water: 6

Choice 7 (Tie-breaker)

Your friends would say that you're extremely...

Self-Reliant. (Metal)

Nurturing. (Wood)

Determined. (Fire)

Curious. (Air)

Practical. (Earth)

Laid-Back. (Water)

Final Score:

Metal: 2

Wood: 1

Fire: 2

Air: 3

Earth: 2

Water: 6

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