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aria0fgold · 2 years ago

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<> My OMORI AUs <>

❗️ SPOILERS AHEAD ❗️

A list consisting OMORI AUs I’ve created alongside a short description describing the general story of each one. To make it more organized, I’ll add my fanon surnames to the characters.

Surnames:

Mari and Sunny Saezawa

Hero and Kel Valencia

Aubrey Zhuang

Basil Sherwood

Written AUs!

Ongoing:

The Tune of a New Morning

(Set post-True Ending)

With Omori’s newfound sentience, he didn’t want to just disappear after failing his duty. And he got just that, but strangely, he finds himself in a place one could only consider as the real world. He didn’t deserve to be there.

Once again, from the beginning

(Set post Oyasumi Ending)

Sunny gave up, he couldn’t handle the guilt of knowing the truth. Taking pity on him, Omori decided the best option was to just die. However, as he jumped off the roof, the world’s clock abruptly rewound, sending Sunny back to the time where everything went wrong. But this time, new problems arises.

And thus, the snake ate no more

(Set in the past)

Omori, a demon with a hidden motive was taken in by the Saezawa family. He quickly became friends with everyone, especially to Sunny, and though Mari is delighted to have another baby brother, she can’t help but feel as if there’s something off about him.

Completed:

Magician in the Mirror

(Set in the past)

With the stress for the recital building up, Sunny went to the piano room late at night to collect his thoughts. But a knocking on a covered mirror caught his attention. Upon taking the cloth away, he was met with his reflection claiming to be a magician.

The Pawn and the Bishops

(Set in the distant past)

MARI, a young princess once ignored by all became a tyrant that was now feared by many. Accompanied by her most loyal servant named SUNNY, the people could do nothing but endure a continuous suffering until one day, MARI made a grave mistake.

Planned AUs!

Replica Painting/Re:Painting AU - Inspired by the vocaloid song Living Millennium (Iyowa/Ft. Hatsune Miku) & Ib

(Set after Knife Ending 2, Sunny answered the door at 3 days left.)

Months had passed since the death of Sunny and Basil, Hero had been trying to keep everyone together as best as he can. Kel continues to act as he had been but there was a visible crack in his facade, Aubrey’s enraged outbursts got worse, and Hero was nearing his limit. As he was visiting his friends’ graves, Hero met a strange old man.

It seemed that Sunny helped him once and as a means to repay him, created a painting he was planning to give. But it appeared he was too late. The man invited Hero to his art gallery, the Dream Gallery. With nothing else to do, Hero brought Kel and Aubrey to it. There they saw a supposedly blank painting, one with an image of a monochrome boy identical to a young Sunny. His eyes were closed yet it opened, staring blankly at the trio until the next thing they knew, they were in dark room standing in front of the boy with the offer to make things right.

Lost AU

(Set after fight scene with Basil)

Sunny woke up with a jolt, panting and still shaking from his encounter with Basil. Looking around the room, he appeared to be in White Space, though there was no sign of Omori nor Mewo anywhere. With no idea what else to do, Sunny went out to the Neighbor’s Room. His dreamworld friends that was always playing cards and waiting for him was also nowhere to be found.

A lone mirror floated in the room and as Sunny approached it, the glass broke to reveal Omori, a shattered version of him. Something happened to Headspace and it’s Sunny’s job to find out with the help of a hyperactive Shattered Omori.

Royal Swap AU - inspired by The Princess and The Pauper

(Set in an entirely different universe. Modern world royalty.)

Omori, a mischievous 16 year old prince always skipping classes and running away met Sunny, a boy his age playing the violin on the streets. His performance was impressive, but what stunned Omori more was their identical appearance. So an idea popped into his head. They’d swap places.

Painting AU - inspired by the vocaloid song Mary - Figment of the World (Yokomin/Ft. Yuzuki Yukari) & Ib

(Set during Knife Ending 1, Sunny didn’t answer the door at 3 days left.)

After learning the death of Sunny and Basil, Hero became the glue of his remaining friends, terrified to lose them too. Months passed and Sunny’s mom suddenly came to visit, she gave them a painting carefully packaged. It seemed to be something Sunny poured his heart on and his mom thought to give it to the friends he treasured as a memento.

Upon taking the cover away, it revealed a painting of a monochromatic boy holding a wilted tulip and a knife. The three propped it up on a vacant wall and went about their days and chose to have a sleepover near the painting, however, they seemed to have woken up separated in a strange world. Hero saw the monochrome boy calling himself Omori and they set out to find the other two.

Kitsune Omori AU

(Set in the past)

A new family recently moved next door the Valencia family. Kel was excited about the news that the new neighbors has kids around their age that he could befriend, though Hero just saw one of them nearly ate a beetle while his sister ran to stop him, he isn’t quite sure whether to feel excited or nervous.

The Saezawa siblings has a secret, Sunny’s supposed twin, Omori, is a kitsune that only Mari and Sunny knows about. Though that won’t be for long as Omori grows attached to their new friends, but before that, Mari would love to prank them a little bit more.

Android Omori AU

(Set post-True Ending)

10 years had passed since and much had changed. Hero became a doctor just as his parents wanted, Aubrey became a makeup artist with the hobby of painting, Basil became a photographer and still kept up with his gardening hobby, Kel became a professional basketball player and surprisingly picked up the guitar, and Sunny became a robotics scientist with one goal in mind, to create an android of his old friend Omori.

When Sunny achieved that goal earlier than he had expected, he was overjoyed but his excitement was immediately replaced with boundless confusion upon booting up Omori. It seemed that Omori not only retains memories of Headspace, he also held deep hatred for Sunny that he doesn’t even allow him to come close at all.

Omori in Japan AU - crossover AU between OMORI & Detective Conan

(Set post-True Ending)

Omori expected to disappear now that there was no more purpose for him to fulfill. Instead, he wakes up in the middle of an unfamiliar place with a 7 year old body and accompanied by the spirit of Mari that he can now somehow see and communicate with. Luckily for Omori, he can understand Japanese.

Found by a young teen by the name of Ran, they went around to look for his family only to turn up with nothing. Worried for his wellbeing, Ran decided to take him in. He now has to live with an alcoholic claiming to be the world’s greatest detective and a suspiciously smart 7 year old kid while getting dragged around cases that always somehow just happen whenever they’re around.

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luxurybrownbarbie · 1 year ago

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Her being a known stalker of him b*l*ib*r and then taking his last name makes her look crazy. Loool

I know none of the lore surrounding her and her husband; all I know is my eye starts twitching when there’s a headline with her name because it sounds… unfinished.

Everything else aside, the aesthetics just make me itch. Two two-syllable names with the exact same vowel tones. Let’s be serious. And first names that end in the -ee sound struggle when the surname also has a strong -ee sound. (In English). It sounds too shrill, and people can’t flow from first name to surname easily. Holly Robinson Peete is a great example. Holly Peete just doesn’t sound right.

Ha*ley Baldw*n Be*ber is genuinely a phenomenal It Girl™ name. It’s almost an alliteration, so it rolls off the tongue well and is pleasing to the ear, but not too matchy that it can become a joke. The cadence of it is perfect, and the first and last name mirror each other well with enough syllables in between for both of them to stand on their own. She should have led with that name right out of the gate.

#but I find women who fully drop their names and aren’t raised super traditionally usually do it as a way of laying claim.#so maybe that’s what she thought?#idk.#answered #.

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inochinoyomikata · 2 years ago

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Inochi no Tabekata ch 2-3 Translation

Chapter 2-3 呼べない名は An Unspeakable Name Kawauso (Otter)

—Why?

The first thing that came to his mind was doubt. First, he couldn’t really say. He was not born into this world now. Anyway, why, he wondered.

Wasn’t he dead? He had definitely just died.

Why did he die?

No, he wasn’t dead. That’s it. He didn’t die.

He just saw death. It didn’t matter if he died. What happened?

What was it…

He wasn’t sure, but there was light.

He could see the light.

It was not bright. But at his feet, there was light.

Was he sitting? It seemed so. It looked like he was sitting in a chair. He couldn’t move. It was like he was tied to the chair. Why to the chair?

That’s right. I remember.

The car.

He’d been hit. By the car. Minivan. It had been a white minivan.

He had been following a young man. He was noticed and the man escaped. When he tried to stop him, the man pulled a cord-like sting, like a long earthworm, like a tapeworm–

“...zin…gai…”

It wasn’t just a string, or a worm that was too long, or a mutant tapeworm.

It was a phantom with substance. Also called a phantom(1).

Also known as “zingai.”

It was a zingai.

That man had a zingai with him. That was that man’s zingai.

Speaking of zingai–

He looked at his right leg.

No.

No, could he even say it?

Oruba, who should have been integrated with his right leg, was missing.

The Otter nodded and muttered ‘OK, OK.’ English, he thought. English? Isn’t ‘OK’ in English? What language would it be if not English? It is English.

Anyway, he was alive. He had no idea where he was. It was a dark place. There was a light. It was probably the light of a lamp. The ground was concrete and cracked here and there. It was definitely indoors. The Otter was tied to a chair. Was it a factory or something? Or an abandoned factory? Or a warehouse?

He heard footsteps.

The Otter looked up. As he squinted his eyes, he blinked, and breathed in and out, he began to see better and better.

There was someone coming. They stopped in front of The Otter. Were they a woman? Short-cut. Were they a man? An oversized hoodie made it difficult to see their body shape. They wore track pants. Not big. Quite luxurious.

“...You’re awake?”

Her voice, she sounded feminine. The woman bent down a little and peered into The Otter’s face. “Hey, I’m asking. Are you awake?”

The Otter bobbed his head up and down. The woman turned around.

“Hey. He’s awake!”

It was not just The Otter and the woman there. She seemed to have friends. It seemed she was trying to summon that friend.

The Otter checked his surroundings. Some kind of old machine was lying on its side. Rebar columns and a beam. The roof was tin. The roof boards were missing here and there. Was this an abandoned factory after all? A little further away was a lantern that looked like one used in a camp. That’s all there was to it. It was dark outside.

If it was night now, it must have been more than half a day since he was run over by the white minivan. When he thought about it, he felt like he had a dream before he woke up. Was it a dream? He can’t help but wonder if it was different. The Otter woke up several times. But his head was hazy and he fell asleep right away, or maybe he fainted.

A white minivan was parked where the light of the lantern could barely reach. It was probably the minivan that hit The Otter. The rear seat sliding door was open.

A man came out of it. He wore a military style jacket. Denim pants. Long, worm-like, tapeworm-like aliens hung from the cuffs of his jacket.

The man walked by dragging a zingai.

“Ibe-kun.”

The woman called out to the young man. His name? Ibe. That would be a surname. The woman asked Ibe.

“What about Hideyoshi-san?”

Ibe shook his head.

Hideyoshi. That didn’t seem to be a woman’s name or Ibe’s first name. That means there was another person. Was Hideyoshi in the car?

Were they a trio?

Ibe’s tapeworm zingai. The woman and Hideyoshi that may be in the white minivan. The Otter had been run over when he jumped out into the road. Was that a coincidence? He wondered how. Honestly, he didn’t remember the moment he was run over, and he couldn’t say anything. But they drove The Otter to an abandoned factory. The extent of his injury was unknown, but it was unlikely to just be a scratch. And yet, instead of taking him to a hospital, he was detained there. It was not common sense.

Ibe came to the side of the woman.

“You’re a Florist, aren’t you?”

The Otter didn’t answer. Ibe’s tapeworm zingai was slowly crawling across the concrete and closing in on the Otter’s toes.

“I know. When there’s an incident or an accident involving a zingai, you go out and sniff around. Like a hungry stray dog.”

This was the first time he’d seen a tapeworm zingai. The long torso was about 1 centimeter in diameter. From its tip, which curled like a finger, there was a single thing that looked like a snail’s antennae.

He thought about stepping on it, but his ankle was firmly fixed to the chair. Because of that, he could barely move his toes.

“Are you an agent of that organization?”

Ibe came closer to him. The Otter didn’t make eye contact with Ibe. Ibe’s tapeworm zingai was keeping an eye on him.

“Hey? I know you’re an agent of that organization. Politicians, corporations, media all over the world. That organization’s reach is everywhere.”

“That’s a conspiracy theory.”

The Otter just laughed. Ibe grabbed his shoulder.

“Owww…”

The pain was fainting.

“It’s no use, you idiot.”

Ibe smirked.

“We know the truth. Sullivan taught us everything. Don’t you see? The minions of that organization don’t know. We’ve already awoken.”

The Otter gasped. He continued to inhale and exhale quickly. He shouldn’t have looked upset. —Sullivan.

Ibe was related to Sullivan.

Doll Senpai and The Otter. It was not just the pair in Dahlia 4. What the police called the “Florists,” The Flower Shop, The Special Cases Countermeasures Office, there were several working units. Many of them, while dealing with specific cases as part of their regular duties, marked and sought to track down a person called Sullivan.

Something was crawling up The Otter’s left leg. It was the tapeworm zingai. Like a snake climbing a tree, it was climbing up The Otter’s left leg.

“We know. You’re trying to find Sullivan. We can see everything over here.”

The Otter shook his left leg. Even if he wanted to shake off the tapeworm, it was almost impossible because he was tied to the chair.

“You’re not a stray dog. You’re being kept by that organization. You’re getting good food, aren’t you?”

Ibe grabbed The Otter’s lower jaw with his right hand. “Say something, Florist. You belong to the Cabinet Intelligence and Research Office or something, don’t you? Who’s your direct superior? How much do you know about Sullivan?”

“Ibe-kun.”

The woman sighed. Ibe turned around.

“Huh?”

“You’re asking all at once. Wouldn’t it be better to ask him one-by-one?”

“...That’s fine. Anyways, I’m going to make this guy spit out all he knows.”

“Then Yuki should do it.”

“Ehh, how bothersome.”

“I’m kidding…”

“You weren’t kidding.”

“I’m a civil servant.”

The Otter said, feeling the tapeworm zingai that was about to reach the nape of his neck. Ibe put more strength into the hand that was holding The Otter’s lower jaw.

“What was that?”

“That I am a humble civil servant. It’s just a special organization. What is it, that organization? Is it for the country? For the Japanese government?”

“Don’t get carried away.”

Ibe licked his lips. His lips were peeling. The tapeworm zingai pecked at The Otter’s neck. Maybe his skin wasn’t damaged yet. The deaths of the old woman in the housing complex and the young man under the overpass crossed his mind. The tentacle part of the tapeworm zingai was about to puncture The Otter’s neck. The tapeworm zingai would enter The Otter’s body from there. It would certainly go through his blood vessels, to his heart.

“Listen, if you keep being cheeky, I’ll kill you in seconds.”

He let go of The Otter’s jaw. He seemed very temperamental. He clasped his hands, it seemed he was trying to control himself by opening his arms and putting his hands together.

“Don’t you know? The government is already under the control of that organization. It’s like the mastermind. It’s decided, isn’t it? You’re definitely a minion of that organization.”

“...Organization. What organization?”

The Otter was still calm, but also not calm. Honestly, he was scared. He was feeling too much pain in his body to the extent he felt nothing, it was terrifying.

It was better to not anger Ibe unnecessarily. Or maybe he didn’t want to offend him? He wondered if his feeling of not wanting to die was winning. The Otter wasn’t sure himself.

“I don’t know what you're talking about, this… organization, I don’t care about it. Maybe it’s because I’m nearing the end.”

“You, they’re zingai masters.”

“...I don’t know what to say to that.”

“They are masters of zingai, and they can see zingai. In addition, they can use zingai at will. That’s why I’m a zingai user. They’re with all of us.”

Ibe’s tapeworm zingai pressed its antennae against The Otter’s neck. It was almost as if it could eat through his skin at any moment.

The Otter glanced at the woman Ibe called Yuki. ‘With all of us.’ Ibe had said. Was Yuki also a zingai user? Where was Yuki’s zingai?

“It seems we are similar. Do you use a zingai? That’s right. Yes. We are the same.”

“And?”

“Huh?”

“Where is your zingai?”

“My…”

He can’t speak well. The Otter tried to swallow. No good. His mouth was dry.

“...Zingai? My…”

The Otter looked in all directions and pretended to look for Oruba.

“Where is it? My zingai isn’t here. Huh? How strange… it’s gone. We’re always together… no. Where did it go?”

“Is it possible that a zingai disappears and its master is fine?”

Ibe muttered. The Otter could answer that question. Although there are always exceptions, a master who lost their zingai could not be safe. But did he have any obligation to kindly tell them about it? No. Could he stand it?

Suddenly there was a loud noise. Was it the sound of the door opening? It seemed that a door somewhere in the abandoned factory had been opened with great force.

Ibe and Yuki turned their gaze to the left.

“No-”

Ibe started to say something. Before he could say anything, he was attacked. A wolf. A wolf came running and jumped ferociously at Ibe. The wolf pushed down Ibe in one fell swoop.

“Ack……!”

The Otter fell to the ground with the chair he was tied to. It was a high stakes gamble. At any moment, the tapeworm zingai may puncture The Otter’s neck and kill him. He didn’t feel intimidated thanks to Senpai. The wolf. Of course, it wasn’t a wolf. It was Garm.

Garm. Senpai’s Garm. Senpai came.

The concrete ground was naturally hard. The shock echoed through The Otter’s entire body. Moment’s later, the weasel-like Oruba came running silently, sticking its head between The Otter’s nape and the ground. What was Oruba doing? He couldn’t see it, but he knew. It was the tapeworm zingai that was trying to enter The Otter’s neck. Oruba bit the tapeworm zingai and he tore it off. Emerging from between the ground and The Otter’s neck, Oruba wrestled the tapeworm zingai and went on a rampage.

“Ibe-kun…!”

Yuki kicked Garm. It was a soccer ball kick. She missed it. Before being kicked, Garm jumped away from Ibe.

While Ibe was helped by Yuki, the tape or something that tied The Otter to the chair began to tear apart.

“...Senpai.”

Doll-Senpai, in a black pantsuit and white sneakers, was right next to him. She was squatting down and cutting the tape or something with a knife one after another.

Senpai let Garm rush in first. Ibe and the others turned their attention to that, and Senpai herself moved to rescue The Otter. Was that the case?

Once the tape or something was cut cleanly, Senpai ran away without giving The Otter a glance. It was not too blunt. A word or two would suffice. Well, she was a senior. The ace of the special countermeasures unit, he and others would admit. She was the Doll-Senpai who could silence a crying child.

The tapeworm zingai shook off Oruba and ran away.

“Oruba!”

The Otter opened his eyes and cried.

“Garm!” Senpai also called out to Garm, who looked like a werewolf.

Oruba rushed up and tangled around The Otter’s right leg. Garm was more daring. He jumped up to hug Senpai. Every time he saw that, The Otter thought, that’s fine. Somehow I envy you. If he said such things, he would be looked down upon by Senpai. It seemed that he would be abused a lot. That’s why he wouldn’t say it.

Senpai was held in Garm’s chest. However, was it okay to use the romantic words of being held in their arms?

Garm’s chest and stomach tore apart. Senpai entered as if she was being sucked into it.

Rather, this expression might be more appropriate.

The wolf ate Senpai.

However, Garm did not open his mouth wide like the tale of “Little Red Riding Hood.” He cut his whole body vertically in two and ate her as if that was his mouth. He left Senpai alone.

The connection between zingai and their master is special. The master and the zingai are one in the same. They were irreplaceable without any exaggeration. A unique combination. For example, it didn’t hurt when you put it to your eyes, and it is so lovely that you want to eat it. So did Garm actually eat senpai?

No way.

Senpai wasn’t eaten by Garm, she entered Garm. That’s it. A wolf in sheep’s clothing in the New Testament. Was it the other way around? For starters, Senpai wasn’t a sheep.

What appeared was a Doll-Senpai who was not a sheep wearing a wolf’s skin. The hell? Senpai had become a werewolf.

“Ku…”

The Otter kicked Oruba’s right leg into the ground and jumped up on the recoil. He landed on Oruba’s right leg and supported himself on his own left leg, but he was pretty unsatisfied. But what about his injuries? Senpai was watching. The Otter wondered if Senpai was currently watching him. It was subtle.

“Deathworm!”

He was certain Ibe raised his voice. The zingai’s name? Deathworm. He had a very good naming sense(2). A Deathworm tapeworm zingai probably tried to meet the expectations of such a master. He tried to entangle Senpai, who had instantly turned into a werewolf, but it was useless. The wolf, Doll-Senpai wearing Garm’s skin, was dangerous to say the least.

She was fast, she was sharp, and she was brutally powerful.

Relentlessly ferocious, brutally savage.

Senpai learned back with the force of a backward somersault. Just dodging the Deathworm didn’t end there. At the next moment, she bent forward and bit into the Deathworm. With one bite, she took about half of it, including the tip, which felt like a touch, and then another bite, two bites, and the rest was devoured.

“Agh…”

Ibe collapsed.

“Is it possible that a zingai disappears and its master is fine?”

That question was recently asked. He knew the answer firsthand.

Losing a zingai causes the master to go into a state of shock. An extreme decrease or cessation of mental activity level. Dullness of sensation or paralysis. In the worst case, you will fall into a coma-like state, and for a long period of time, you will be paralyzed.

In fact, you may never recover for the rest of your life.

“You- you ate…”

Yuki fell on her butt as if Ibe was dragging her.

“—Omen, come…!

Was she in pain? Did she mean to say amen? Apparently not. Where was it hiding? White things of about 20 centimeters fell apart. They were DOLL, not DHOLE, senpai. They weren't just dolls. They were zingai-like dolls. Hundreds of white dolls, seemingly hiding on top of the beams, rained down on them. A lot. Omen. Were they Yuki’s zingai?

“That’s a rare type…!?”

The Otter kicked off the ground with Oruba’s right leg and jumped down. Except for his right leg, which was integrated with Oruba, he was almost useless, so all he could do was evacuate. It was frustrating, but he had to give it up. At least not disturb Senpai.

Leave the rest to Senpai.

Senpai, wearing Garm’s skin, approached Yuki, ignoring Omen. That white doll didn’t look very dangerous. However, a talented hawk might be hiding its claws. If all the white dolls were Yuki’s zingai, then they would have to clean up everything.

There is also the possibility that, if so, it will be time consuming.

Senpai chose a quick method. Leave the zingai alone and get rid of the master. A master who has lost their zingai cannot remain unharmed. With very rare exceptions, zingai who have lost their master do not even exist. If you can’t get rid of zingai, you can do something about their master.

However, zingai do not budge even if their master faints. Then what should they do?

Easy.

When the master dies, zingai disappear.

In other words, you must kill the human master.

Luckily, The Otter himself has yet to kill with his own hands. When he had to do something, of course, he’d do it. That’s his intention. But could it really be done? Would he be able to do it without hesitation?

Senpai was different. The Otter was like an immature person, not a sweetheart. He could do it if necessary. Senpai could effortlessly do those things The Otter couldn’t do.

In fact, The Otter saw. Harming people, horrible, dealing with zingai that couldn’t be left alone, Senpai killed the owner, a human, before The Otter.

She was trying to do it again. Senpai will kill Yuki.

“Senpai...”

The Otter didn't try to stop Senpai. It wasn’t like Senpai was even doing it because she wanted to. It was work. She did what she had to to accomplish her mission. The Otter was not trying to dissuade Senpai. He raised the alarm.

Car. Someone got out of the driver’s seat of the white minivan. They wore a black leather jacket and slim pants. He wore a black cap and had a beard. He was very skinny, and reminded him of a spider. He was probably older than Ibe and Yuki. Thirty or so. Yuki had asked Ibe “What about Hideyoshi-san?” Hideyoshi. Was that spider-man Hideyoshi?

Both Ibe and Yuki were zingai users, but Hideyoshi was not. Was that possible? It was hard to think.

Zingai.

Was that Hideyoshi’s zingai?

Following Hideyoshi, a soft lump of meat that looked like a human but almost spherical came out of the white minivan. Had that lump of meat been in the back seat too? It spilled out of the open sliding door. That’s how it appeared.

It was weird looking and big. It was not very tall, but it was still as tall as an average adult man. Its width and thickness were unmatched. He once saw a video on TV of a man who was so fat that he could not get out of bed. This was worse.

Either Senpai noticed the lump of meat and Hideyoshi, or the lump of meat jumped up. He wondered which one was faster.

Hideyoshi had something black in his hand. He set it up as soon as he got out of the car. That something was a pistol.

Senpai was distracted by Hideyoshi’s pistol. The Otter was the same. They were used to zingai. In terms of animals, they had crossed paths with zingai like lions and brown bears. But zingai didn’t use guns. This was japan. There were almost no cases where zingai masters were armed with firearms. The Otter had never had a gun pointed at him. He didn’t know about Senpai, but it at least shouldn’t have happened since teaming up with The Otter. Even Senpai couldn’t help but get nervous when she saw a gun.

Hideyoshi held the gun in one hand, laying it on its side. It was a rather well-dressed stance. He was not a trained professional. He was an amateur. Was that pistol real? It may be a model gun. It was possible. This was Japan, after all. If you knew the route, you could get one depending on the money, but it's not something you could buy easily. Was it a bluff?

Hideyoshi pulled the trigger.

“Baaan!”

Not a gunshot. A mouth.

Hideyoshi said it. He imitated the sound of a gunshot.

Naturally, Senpai had not been shot. It was a playful imitation. The Otter went into a rage. If Hideyoshi were right there, he would have hit him. But was it really just a prank?

“--ah….”

The Otter was speechless. It was the lump of meat.

Aiming at Senpai, the lump of meat fell. He couldn’t believe it. Could he say that it bloated in its short time in the air? It was definitely bigger than before. It was big enough. What a huge lump of meat. Even so, it was not like Senpai.

Senpai couldn’t dodge.

Was it because of the pistol? Because she was made aware of the pistol, her reaction was delayed. She was restrained.

The lump of meat completely crushed Senpai.

He lost sight of her.

Senpai.

She was stuck under a lump of meat.

He had to help. He had to help Senpai. The Otter tried to kick Oruba’s right leg off the concrete. He was careless. The Otter was completely unaware until then.

Omen, Yuki’s zingai, the white dolls. It pushed him. They had been flocking to The Otter.

“Ah..!”

Instead of Oruba’s right leg, the white dolls jumped on his fleshy left leg, his waist, his arms. Omen dragged The Otter down in no time.

“Uhahahaha.”

He heard an annoying laugh. Hideyoshi. The spider-man was coming. Or rather, he was already there. The hollow face with a mustache looked down at The Otter. He pointed the muzzle at The Otter. To his head. Between the eyebrows. That stance with the barrel laying down.

“You ate Ibe’s zingai. Stop torturing us. We are warriors who devoted our souls to Sullivan’s ideals. The organization’s dogs are our enemies. We’ll kill them. You’ll die as well.

He was wrong. It wasn’t a model gun. It was a real gun. He’d get shot. Even with that stance, distance was distance. He certainly wouldn’t remove it. It would hit. What’s more, Hideyoshi put his left hand on his right hand that held the pistol. Then he pulled the trigger.

He was desperate. The Otter mustered all of his strength and turned his head to the left. He wanted to praise himself for not giving up and closing his eyes even in these extreme conditions. I tried to survive. He was a little proud of himself.

The Otter felt a strong impact on the right side of his head. His right eye was extremely hot. But it wasn’t a direct hit. No bullet hit after all. He was mistaken.

“Agh, you…!”

Hideyoshi flinched and immediately tried to fire the next bullet. He might not be able to do it this time. Had he been shot, The Otter would have probably been mortally wounded. Shot in the head and might’ve died instantly.

“--uuUUWAAAAAAAAaaa…!”

It was a beastly roar. But The Otter knew. Senpai. The Otter must’ve misheard. Senpai’s voice.

“Wha-”

Hideyoshi turned away. He didn’t retract the gun, but the muzzle deviated from The Otter.

“Orubaaaa…!”

The Otter opened his eyes wide. He never thought about what to do or what he was doing. He left it all to Oruba.

The Otter went around and around. Neither vertically nor horizontally. He rotated diagonally in the air. While rotating, he caught a glimpse of the gallant figures of the Garm-skin covered Senpai, the wolf-woman, Doll-Senpai, who carried the lump of meat.

The Otter fell and rolled on the concrete ground. Senpai threw the lump-of-meat zingai towards Hideyoshi. Hideyoshi hopped sideways and dodged the lump of meat at the last second. It would be funny if the master had been crushed to death by his zingai. Hideyoshi barely got up and yelled. “Let’s go, Fat Man.”

The zingai’s name? Fat Man.

Fat Man bounced and attacked Senpai again. Senpai stood without running away. She clung to Fat Man and bit him. Senpai and Fatman got entangled and rolled around.

Senpai bit off the lump of meat. She pulled meat off the zingai’s meat chunk with all her might. It didn’t bleed. Meat scattered, scraped off, and even if it sunk, meat would come out again. Meat. That zingai was just a lump of meat. Even so, the zingai hated it. It twisted its body and tried to push Senpai away, but it couldn’t. Senpai wouldn’t let it.

Senpai had the upper hand.

That said, he couldn’t just sit back and wait for the dust to settle. Sorry, Oruba. One more step. The Otter stood up with the help of Oruba’s right leg. He was scolded by his raw left leg, which was in pain and had little strength. It looked like the bone was broken. He didn’t care. His stomach was determined.

The Otter ran with Oruba’s leg in full rotation.

Kill him.

Hideyoshi.

From now on, The Otter will kill people.

Murder or whatever, it’s a mission. He had to do it. More than that, he had to help Senpai, even just a little. The Otter wanted to be a junior who didn’t leave the dirty work to his seniors. His seniors always took care of him. But it couldn’t stay like that forever. He had to become a junior who could carry the heavy burdens of his seniors with him.

Hideyoshi was on one knee watching the battle between Senpai and Fat Man. He didn’t realize it, but The Otter let out a roar because he was too eager. Thanks to that, he noticed.

“--Ah?!”

Hideyoshi immediately shot. He pointed the gun at The Otter and fired several shots in a row. The Otter staggered as if he had been hit in the belly, on his side with a bat or something. He didn’t stop. He tried to keep running. His posture was totally unstable, and he couldn’t run as he wanted. He was also shot in the left arm. That’s okay. The Otter decided to think. The arm is fine.

“Bullets are–”

Bullets no longer fired when Hideyoshi pulled the trigger. It was over. Finally. The Otter caught Hideyoshi.

He grasped his neck with his right hand and pushed him to the ground. Wrong.

I have to kill this guy.

Then it’s Oruba's turn, not my hand.

“Tc–”

Hideyoshi was trying to say something. He couldn’t say anything because his head was choked. Good. Good.

Die.

I'll keep the weight on. I’ll cut your throat. Die.

Die.

—GOO.

The Otter heard such a loud noise. It wasn’t Hideyoshi. Something else shoved The Otter. Did he miss something? Could it be that he was beaten?

The Otter was crawling on the ground. Or was he laying down? He couldn’t even tell if he was laying on his back or his stomach.

There was someone.

Standing nearby.

He was a big man.

He wore boots and had his hands in gloves.

The giant was wearing a mask. It was a mask with a mouth and bared teeth.

Did he have a bald head? He was wearing a hat.

Hollow eyes stared down at The Otter.

“...Sullivan’s–”

He heard someone’s voice. Hideyoshi? Hideyoshi may have said it. Sullivan.

Sullivan’s…

Sullivan’s what?

The masked man lifted one leg. It looked like he was trying to step on The Otter with the bottom on his boot. It seemed painful. It hurts, forgive me. The Otter was stepped on by the masked man. For some reason, The Otter felt this was someone else’s problem. He was fainting.

Is this the end?

Is this how it ends? I’m sorry, Senpai.

I apologize. Will you get mad? I apologize every time. But sorry. Really—

“NGAAAAAAAAaaa…!

Senpai.

Why is that Senpai’s voice?

Of course, it’s because she’s my senior.

Senpai flew in and blew the masked man away. When her unreliable junior falls into a pinch, she will always come to help. That’s a senior.

“Who’ll forgive me…! Cute junior, you bastard, this shit is–..!”

When it came down to it, she stood in front of the enemy, protected the junior on his back, and boldly rebuked him. The ace of the special countermeasures until. Dahlia 4’s Doll. Senpai wearing Garm’s skin. A beautiful wolf woman. What did he think? Senpai, she’s amazing. Isn’t she cool? More than anyone, she’s cool.

The Otter laughed. He was laughing. He had no voice. Was it painful? He couldn’t move his body. He couldn’t see much. It might’ve been dangerous. Was this death? The Otter might’ve been dying. He wanted to laugh. He wanted to die laughing at least.

This was not the time to laugh. The Otter understood this situation was not laughable. He didn’t understand.

—What?

Senpai suddenly took off Garm’s skin.

Why?

Garm lifted The Otter and carried him on its back.

What are you doing?

“I’ll ask later.”

That’s what Senpai told him. It was a small voice and a flat tone. Senpai didn’t look at The Otter. Those were her words for The Otter. He understood.

Ask?

Later?

What does that?

What does that mean?

Garm started running. Garm seemed to be trying to carry the Otter out of the abandoned factory. What are you doing? Stop. The Otter tried to resist. Stop. Put me down. No, Garm. Why are you doing this? He wanted to stop Garm, even by force. He would do it if he could. However, The Otter was wandering between life and death. It was dark. The darkness of night? Or was he already unconscious? In the darkness, he called his Senpai’s name. Over, and over, and over, and over. He called his Senpai’s name over and over again.

The Otter knew Senpai’s real name.

Shima Touko.

He had tried calling Senpai by her real name as a joke. Touko-san. When he called out to her, Senpai casually replied, “What is it, Haizaki Itsuya?” “How are you so calm?” When he protested, Senpai laughed at him. “That’s my name, all right. I don’t care what you call me.”

Senpai.

Doll-Senpai.

Touko-san.

Suddenly, The Otter was thrown into the darkness.

Garm, who should’ve been carrying The Otter, was nowhere to be seen. Where were they? He had no clue. It felt like cold grass. Was there a river nearby? He heard the faint sound of water. The Otter was alone.

There was no Garm.

He suddenly disappeared.

Garm, Senpai’s zingai, disappeared without a trace.

What did that mean? The Otter didn’t know.

He doesn't understand now.

He didn’t want to admit it.

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(1) It originally uses two different terms, both meaning ‘phantom’ in English.

(2) Literally 「デスワーム」(Desuwaamu). Deathworm.

#inochi no tabekata #inochi no tabekata translation #e ve

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dnagenealogy · 2 years ago

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Can a 6 cM connection be meaningful?

When it comes to small DNA segments, we’ve heard the “glass half empty” version of the story many times. Here’s the other side of that story.

Submitted for your consideration: A pair of third cousins twice removed and their 6 cM connection…

According to AncestryDNA, Bryan Smith and his cousin, K, share 6 cM of DNA across 1 segment. And according to Ancestry’s ThruLines, Bryan and Cousin K share a pair of third great grandparents, Reuben Willis Smith and his wife Mary Connell.

The cM value is certainly consistent with the identified relationship but did Bryan and Cousin K inherit their shared DNA from the Smith ancestry as shown? Is the 6 cM segment even valid or could it be an artifact of an imperfect DNA matching algorithm?

Let’s start with an easy evaluation: the shared match list.

Among Bryan and K’s list of shared matches at AncestryDNA:

HG, a descendant of Reuben and Mary’s son, Charles Thomas Smith (HG shares 57 cM with Bryan)

RR, a descendant of Reuben and Mary’s daughter, Fannie Janes Smith (RR shares 47 cM with Bryan and 38 cM with K)

IG, another descendant of Reuben and Mary’s son, Charles Thomas Smith (IG shares 47 cM with Bryan and 71 cM with K)

And at least three other descendants of Reuben and Mary are on the shared match list.

So we’re off to a promising start. In addition to the fact that Bryan and K share DNA and a paper trail leading to Ruben and Mary, this group of matches gives us more evidence suggesting that Bryan and K might be related as suspected.

But what about that 6 cM segment shared by Bryan and K? Is it valid? Did it come from the shared Smith ancestors or did it originate elsewhere?

To get the most comprehensive help in answering these questions, we turn to GEDmatch. As indicated in the ThruLine image above, both Bryan and his father are related to DNA Cousin K through their Smith line. And because K is on GEDmatch, we can see that Bryan and his father both share DNA with K on a specific portion of Chromosome 12:

Further investigation reveals that two other descendants of Reuben and Mary, Cousins I and G, share DNA with Bryan and his father on Chromosome 12 in roughly the same location. In fact, all of the matches in question match each other on Chromosome 12:

This is what we call a Triangulation Group. It brings the possible genetic connections into sharper focus.

The common segment shared by all of the members of this Triangulation Group indicates that they all share a common ancestor. And we’ve already identified shared ancestry through the Smith line. Cousins I and G are first cousins once removed and they are descendants of Reuben and Mary’s son Charles Thomas Smith...

A review of the pedigrees of the matches in question reveals no lines of shared ancestry other than the known shared Smith line. This investigation is summarized briefly in the table below, listing 2nd great grandparent surnames and shared ancestors (blue for paternal names and surnames, light red for maternal names and surnames):

Although we cannot say with perfect certainty that there is no additional common ancestry that conceivably could account for the shared segment of DNA on Chromosome 12, the known evidence doesn’t leave room for much doubt.

For completeness, here’s a chart summarizing the amount of DNA shared by the relatives in question:

And cluster analysis for Cousin G yields a cluster with eight descendants of Reuben Willis Smith, including Bryan Smith and Cousin K:

Not everyone will feel the need to go this far to investigate a 6 cM connection. But this post provides examples of ways to investigate the validity of an ordinary small segment and to determine whether the shared DNA legitimately belongs with the presumed paper trail source of the DNA.

Discussion

Skepticism regarding small segments of shared DNA is appropriate. In comparison to larger shared segments, such segments are more likely to be IBS (false). Additionally, even when small segments can be shown to be reliable, we have to grapple with the fact that small segments can be too old to fall within the reach of reliable historical documentation.

With the exponential growth of the DNA matching databases, the impetus to explore distant matches waned. Reluctance to do the strenuous work involved in using small segments grew. With access to strong genetic connections leading back to target ancestors, why bother with low cM connections?

The sentiment is understandable!

On the other hand, I believe that excessive skepticism has impeded progress in genetic genealogy. As databases have grown, our opportunities for research have multiplied and our research techniques have improved. But at the same time, goalposts for small segment success have been moved to poorly-defined and very unreasonable points.

[From the skeptics: Your success with a small segment doesn’t count if you find a larger segment in a relative! I don’t want to hear about triangulation! Visual phasing is not allowed!]

If we applied such arbitrary restrictions to all areas of genealogy, we’d struggle to get our work done!

Even with our luxuriously large DNA databases, distant genetic connections are the only connections available in some areas of investigation (or to people who hail from less heavily-tested populations). Defeatist refusal to accept low cM matches as evidence in genetic genealogy needlessly limits our potential.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m fully in favor of scholarly rigor. But let’s not allow skepticism to pave the way for denialism!

When distant genetic connections are found to be of dubious quality, they should be set aside. But shared segments should not be judged on the basis of size alone. Even the most fervent opponents of small-segment research will admit that small segments are often valid (IBD). And while these opponents frequently cite IBD/IBS percentages, they ironically fail to see that our ability to find these percentages points directly to a practical method for sorting distant matches on an individual basis.

We are privileged to have access to enormous databases of incredibly valuable genetic information. More than a statistical hiccup that can lead us serendipitously to more reliable information, small DNA segments are messages we carry with us every day, testifying to our connections with our ancestors. Genetic information, even in small amounts, can be just as valuable as any other form of information. We should be good stewards of that information and we should invest good faith effort in understanding how our distant matches can inform us about our rich ancestral history.

I’ll close with this analogy for small segments:

You want some refreshing water but the glass is only half-full. Drink it or toss it out?

Posted with Bryan Smith’s permission. 17 May 2023

#genetic genealogy #DNA testing #DNA #small segments #visual phasing #Triangulation #dna segment #DNA segment triangulation #DNA clustering #clustering #pedigree #family tree #ThruLines

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spiritwholovesart · 5 months ago

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My danganronpa oc, hopefully I'll make art soon

Also writing a fanfic for her

NAME: Mayumi nakamura

Mayumi is a charming, delicate feminine name of Filipino and Japanese origin. In Filipino, the name means “tender,” “soft,” and “modest,” all of which are qualities that will be instilled in baby. In Japanese, the name means “truth” and “reason,” which go hand in hand with the previously mentioned characteristics.

Japanese: variously written usually 中村 or 中邑 'village in the middle'. One of the ten most common surnames it is very ancient and also a very common placename.

Talent: Ultimate Baker

[Super High school level baker]

Characteristics:

Gender: Female

[She/her]

Height: 5'4

Weight: 101 ibs

Birth date: October 1

Chest size: 33"

Blood type: A

Likes: konpeitō

Dislikes: elevators

#drv3 danganronpaoc

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xiaozeal · 1 year ago

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Children | Chibonuunh

Elena...Regal...Twilight...Army...Military...Coronet...hmm...Acid...Valkyries (ty)...hmm...Thanatos...Leviathan...Adam...Eve...Sniper...Precision...Sparrow and Raven...Poseidon...Athena...Eclasty...Prism...and when there's more!~ Love, Distinguish (Kitsugeh), Recognition (Sansuhmnuhn), Latte (Shiguehnun), Xuanjuah, Celestial, Pivon, Pirate, Maroon, Xiu Xin, Xiang Leieh, Migumi Crisin, Scythe, Grimoire , Sex (Xiengshi), Pivotal, Kitenshi (Might)

Yejusen Yuno (YAY MY HIGHER NAME) | Please give my kids the requirements. Thanks!~ (5 of YOUR WISHES CAME TURE YEJUSEN), and also a Psychology Book Requirement: Blink

All Surname | Wei

Requirements

English | University Writing and Critical Thinking Using Literature

Foreign Languages | Spanish, Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Khmer (Cambodian)

Mathematics: Calculus 2 (I made it to 5000 A+, Yes, Calculus Based Physics, Chain Rule...)

Psychology Requirement: AP Psychology or University Psychology

Social Sciences | Economics, Political Science, Anthropology, Philosophy, History (U.S. History, European History, World History)

Science Requirements | Biology, Chemistry, Physics

Triple Threat | Music (Voice Requirement) Instrument of Choice, Violin, Piano | Dance (Hip-Hop and Ballet) | Acting (Live, such as Production, and Film)

Game Requirements | Dance Dance Revolution | Arcade Games | Carnival Games (AT LEAST ONE WIN from Ring Toss into the Bottle and ONE WIN from the toss into the Giant Jug) | Final Fantasy: VII Completion | Guild Wars ( 5, 20s, with Ascension and Elite Armor, One Elite Armor from Kurzick and One Vabbian Armor, And One Elite Armor from Prophecies) | Beat Prophecies, Factions and Nightfall | Guild Wars 2: Rift Warden Title Requirement, 5 Max Levels (80) with at least ONE Birthday Cake (80) (Deer Rank: 10 Minimum in PvP Arena), World vs. World Requirement (5: Assaulter), Neopets: 1,000,000 Neopoints |Illusen and Jhudora Avatars | Secret Avatars: Get To Mission Level 20, League of Legends: Level 30 Account Requirement, Ragnarok Online: 3rd Class with Transcendence (10 Characters), Mario 64 (255 Stars WITHOUT Looking Up The Strategy Guide), Dynasty Warriors 9 (Unlock Diao Chan SET: Diao Chan, Lu Bu, Duong Zhuo

Swim Requirement: Level 7 Completion with the Certification (There is 10+, The City of Orange) | Competitive Swim

Martial Arts: Tae Kwon Do, Karate, Piguaquan

Leadership/ASB (Board Positions Included) | 4 Year Requirement

Volunteer Hours: 1000 Hours

Steps Requirement: 100,000 Steps

Classes: Honors, AP, IB (Full Diploma)

College Acceptances Requirement: Universities of California (UC) or California State Universities (CSU)

Sport: Volleyball

Bonus | Superlative Tier

Hobbies | 5 Minimum

Cooking Skill Requirement | Cambodian Level

Anime Requirements | Katekyo Hitman Reborn, Sailor Moon, Full Metal Panic, Naruto (First Season Minimum)

Yes, Daddy goes through all of your works, academics especially. Work hard in school!~ Make a lot of friends! Be your best. Finally, learn to grow. Learn from each other. You guys are siblings. Help each other out. Always be there for one another. I taught you guys well! #SiblingSkills Hehehe~

List of Books (Read 12, BLINK is Required of Sythe and Grimore)

Art of War

Eragon

The Romance of The Three Kingdoms

The Da Vinci Code

I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings

Harry Potter

The Hunger Games

The Bad Beginning

Crazy Rich Asians

The Devil Wears Prada

Dracula

China Rich Girlfriend

Rich People Problems

Beyond Good and Evil

Drowned Wednesday

Strawberry Girl

Catching Fire

Mockingjay

The Diary of Anne Frank

Night

The Iliad

Brave New World

One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest

Sons and Lovers

Crime and Punishment

Oedipus Rex

The Most Dangerous Game

The Lottery

Peter Pan

Alice In Wonderland

Two Good Friends (BEST CHILDREN'S BOOK)

The Road

Pride and Prejudice

Frankenstein

Hamlet

Romeo and Juliet

Taming of The Shrew

A Doll's House

The Lion The Witch and The Wardrobe

Holes

By The Great Horn Spoon

Little House On The Prairie

Animal Farm

Charlotte's Web

Brisingr

Eldest

Magic Requirement: Elements (Water Focus)

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amuseoffyre · 1 year ago

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Francis Reed’s signature is definitely Reed as well - he’s written his surname in lower-case secretarie script, which had been used in legal/business documents extensively since the 1500s, but was falling out of common use by the late 17th century. This suggests that he's definitely had an education to the point he is familiar with both his standard letters and the the more business-centric secretarie script.

John Beavis's mark is the 'IB': a carefully-marked out version of his initials. He may not have been able to write his full name, but he could write his initials.

While yes illiteracy amongst the working class was high during the golden age of piracy and yes many pirates came from a working class background not all pirates were illiterate. OFMD exaggerates this to illustrate how disconnected Stede is from the lives of his working class crew. But even then at least two members of his crew can read and write; Lucius and Jim. While we don't have a lot, there are some surviving documents written by pirates. This includes a Matelotage agreement.

[Matelotage agreement, c. 1699, via ‘Piratical Schemes and Contracts’: Pirate Articles and their Society, 1660-1730 by E.T. Fox.]

B[e] it knowen to all men by these preasants that Francis Reed and John Beavis are entread in Consortship together, And in Caise that any sudden Axsedent, should happen to ye forsd Francis Reed That what gold, Silver, or any other thing whatsoever shall Lawfully become, or fall to ye forsd John Beavis As also if that any sudden Axsedent should happen to ye above written John Beavis, That what gold, silver, or any thing ells shall Lawfully be Come, or fall to the forsd Francis Reed. Written at Port Dolphin the year of god one thousand six Hundred and nyntie nyne. March ye tenth day. Sign’d and seall’d before these witness Robert Arnott Francis Billing Francis Hood John Beavis his marke

This document is written by one of the witnesses Robert Arnott. Intriguingly Arnott writes Francis' name as "Francis Reed" while Francis signs his name "Francis Hood". It's possible that Francis had enough literacy to sign his name but not enough to proof read the document. Meanwhile John Beavis signed with his mark suggesting he may have been completely illiterate.

#history geek #pirates #history

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pinklynx · 5 years ago

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What do you mean this isn’t a sequel where Akira goes to visit her super cool and handsome ‘uncles’ in New York?

#banana fish #eiji okumura #ash lynx #asheiji #from the inside of vol 16-20 manga box #akira #umm whats akira’s surname again? is it ibe too? idk #i realise now that i am an idiot and her name is literally in the picture #akira ibe #lol

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mxttellion · 2 years ago

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Pat headcannons. Hand em over RN pal- 🔫

(jsjfjdjfj obviously you don't have to RN but whenever you can or want to :D

YOU ASKED FOR IT so. i gotta. it's a promise

...well, read after the read more, it's gonna take a while. (/j)

*cracks knuckles*

alright it's just gonna be a dump of everything i have so far, with some that are related to my own universe and others that are mostly related to some kind of canon adjacent au where he's part of the army, but a lot of them tend to overlap, ill try to find a middle ground between the two- also good thing if you remember that post i made a while ago about some hcs, it's useful

- Full name? Patryck Kedzierski-Hopperstad. got both surnames from his parents. But ends up just using his first one

-He's 185 cm tall, the tallest of his group;

-Uses He/They, and kinda prefers neutral terms over masc, but ultimately doesn't mind both. He's also bi.

- He's incredibly optimistic! Just an overall solar guy! He can be snearky and kind of an asshole, pushing people's buttons on purpose, but mostly does it out of playful blanter rather than actual malice. (Plus, he finds reactions to his jokes/jabs incredibly funny). He may also give you a funny nickname in the process. He's incredibly passionate about the stuff he does, and also can be very reckless, which isnt really a good thing for his health. But you only live once, so better make the best out of it, especially after being sheltered! Oh, he gets offended easily, and may try to strangle you if you comment his hair. Pat can also be incredibly reckless and stubborn. He'd jump from high heights just to prove he can fall on his feet and then break his ankle in the process. In the rp he sprained his ankle and didnt want any help. He can do this on his own, duh – the reckless will come back later..

- He has like. 34 illnesses and allergies. from asthma, to dust allergy, to lactose intolerance, ibs, migraines, general weakness, frequent insomnia, scoliosis, chronic sneezes, glass bones and paper skin, sensitive skin to the sun, had diverticulosis, appendicitis, tonsillitis and is probably allergic to bees, has shit sight but refuses to wear glasses, short term memory loss. He also most likely lacks a liver. No one knows where it went. And he rightfully cant stand the smell of smoke lol

Also yes, he's stressed, doesnt want to show it, he will internalize it and then get crows feet (which is what those two lines under his eyes are.) Also he can faint on command.

-Hes half polish and half norwegian, and has an younger sister by two years, called Brygida.

They and Pat get along extremely well, they're a dynamic and dangerous duo! After all, they had to support each other during their childhood. Brygida is the complete opposite of Pat: but she also was the one who introduced him to a bunch of stuff he ended up enjoying. Like boy bands.

-His relationship with their parents is..rather complicated, to say the least. They were incredibly overprotective during his childhood, sheltering him from everything that could even be slightly dangerous for his fragile health. You could find him peeking from his room window at times, just to see other kids playing. But also, despite that, he was still the oldest child, and being such, they has high standards for his education and controlling of his career path and interests: at some point, he'll end up arguing with them just to let him get to the college he wanted to, a technology related one, and almost risks to get disowned, with tension rising and them not even bothering to call him once he moves away. Also yeah, Pat had to hide a lot of interests and keep them a secret from them, you know, just in case.

- Brygida was the one who got him to find friends in his life (and in my hc universe, the one who introduced him to Paul)

- he has a pocket switchblade knife with him for some reason, it's orange and there are kawaii stickers plastered on it. Don't ask why.

-lol autistic moment, of course. His special interest are planes and anything related to flight, along side IT. Oh, how can i forget: He's a 90s boy! He's stuck in that era. You may find it constantly gushing about his favorite boybands and members he has a crush on. He owns an orange nokia 3310 which HAS never been changed and refuses to change. owns a n64 aswell, and keeps claming that his haircut is a 90s popular haircut for men. give em the benefit of the doubt.

-regarding the autism part, he was also diagnosed late. just to add a bit more of pressure from also his parents, who never got why he would shut down and feel overly pressured. Especially during school. Straight As and all that junk.

- he vapes. (i stole this from a friend lmao) despite having asthma. this person is a mystery

-Shit at driving, shit at shooting. He's got the whole package. Despite being in the army, he can't use guns for shit, and more than once ended up getting everyone around him in danger (mostly Paul. He did hit him in the face more than once.) He has a license but honestly, He doesnt even know how they got it themselves. Probably still out of luck

-He's somehow the science guy of the group, the one with more of a broader knowledge on more scientific stuff- with him taking notes on notebooks about his findings

- RA HCS!!! uh. He's the latest addition to it. He joined rather late compared to the others (Tord, Paul, Yuu and Yanov) and he almost joined as a joke at first, only to get accepted inside for some reasons. At first he was recruited as a substitute pilot for Yanov, as he was unavaliable at the time (broken arm lol), with Paul automatically becoming his co pilot, despite his COSTANT wishes to not get involved with a newbie. Yes, the plane he crashed in The Snogre was one of his first planes, and SOMEHOW managed to not get demoted and kicked on the spot.

- The fact that he cant personalize his army outfit drives him insane. also his favorite color is orange.

-Keeps a notebook where they write all the stuff he needs to remember. His memory isn't exactly the best, and has regrettably forgotten some important stuff but not malicious intent behind it. It's just a problem he has with his own memory. They also keep a page with all the stuff his friends - family like, dislike, how they would like to be approached and stuff. In that way he never forgets.

LMAO I probably do have more lying around somewhere, but I just cant recall right now AND this post is way too long already. Maybe just ask me about them lmao

#rxplies #eddsworld #my brainrot is. something indeede #ew patryck #ew headcanons #ew au #long post #nxb interps

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