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Heyo. Edgy. But idc. Read tags pls

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THERE ARE THREE ADDS????? :O !!!! Please tell me about them cuz they seem so cool!!! (shippin-in-the-rain)

[you've unlocked my hyperfixation!]

*support level noise from fire emblem*

YES THERE ARE THREE ADD BOYS. So the way the game is structured is you start with a base and their are three class paths that have their own distinct personalities and abilities! They grow as you level up, kinda like pokemon

Here a nifty chart I found on pinterest that explains it well! It tracks him as he gets older and stronger, with the base Add (tracer) being 16 and the 3rd jobs (Doom Bringer, Dominator, and Mad Paradox) being 21! I mostly refer to them by second job (Lunatic Psyker, Mastermind, and Diabolic Esper, who are 19) because that's all there was for the longest time, until about two years ago when the 3rd job update came out.

Fanon plays out these different class lines as alternate universes and timelines, which actually is plausible in canon! Especially with Esper/Paradox in the mix and Henir's Time and Space

The Imperial Line (or Canon Line) is Psychic Tracer, Lunatic Psyker, and Doom Bringer. He's a brawler that uses plasma armor to his advantage to basically lay the superpowered electrical smackdown on anyone in his way. Hes a little rough around the edges, loves a fight and doesnt mind getting dirty, and pursues power anyway he can! But hes also the one that moves on from his sad past and actually shows his scars in his 3rd class 🥺 and I'm proud of him for that. He accepts his present and looks to the future and (begrudgingly) accepts friendship. I used to ship with just him for years!

The Rebellion Line is Arc Tracer, Mastermind, and Dominator. This Add is quite the opposite of his rowdy counterpart, being prim and proper (and a little lazy ^^") he doesnt like physical work at ALL and is very brains over brawn, so he turns his skill and attention to making a variety of drones that can do his work for him. He HATES messy situations, so in fights he kinda sits back and directs his arsenal from the back lines. He's the one who created Apocalypse, an ultimate AI (that just happens to also appear as a cute little kitty cube). Hes a bit colder, more of a relentless academic who doesnt want to let his feelings get in the way. He works on trying to travel back in time until the Dominator class, in which he realizes he cant :( but creates an amazing virtual reality ability instead! I added (tee hee pun intended) to my f/os last year

The Transform Line is Time Tracer, Diabolic Esper, and Mad Paradox. This is where the game really cranked up the angst with their character writing. So this Add is obsessed with getting back to the past and preventing Tragic Backstory™️ from happening, but the calculations are so complex that he can't get back to HIS past specifically, so he's been hopping from timeline to timeline, failing again and again and slowly falling into despair and madness. All the while, time travel isnt treating his body well, so hes also sick (which causes him to be super skinny and his eyes to go black). Hes a very tragic character but fanon has taken some interesting creative liberties with him, making him very... complicated beyond just wanting to see his mother again. He's cold and jaded but also a traveler just passing through, kinda cryptic and eerie. With his third job, he gets even MORE weird. In a last ditch experiment, he attempts to join himself with time? So now hes kinda this unstable, inhuman, time entity that shifts forms between a child like appearance and his true adult self uncontrollably, as well as parts of himself (like his shoulder and foot) just being... light and not physically really there. This path is SUPER SAD and an interesting char, and I just added him to my f/o list this week

Well.... I've rambled about this LOL u now have Support Level A with Arkie! Thank you for this ask I had FUN with this

[psykerberserker]

HAI PLEASE FEED ME MOAR FLUFF

Does this count as fluff?

Psyche was curious. For as long as he could remember, sinceEsper had brought him here with hisother selves, he’s seen a few things he could classify as different. At first, it was perplexing, seeing different versionsof himself, from distant time paradoxes. Before he knew it, Psyche’s foundhimself adjusting to these conditions – not that he’s complaining; he’sachieved greater accomplishments together then he could have alone.

More so then that, he’s seen himself, in a sense, happy with… himself. Indeed, a concept Psyche can hardly wrap his head around,but somehow, it worked. Inquisitive,young, inexperienced Psyche foundhimself curious how Psyker could bring such happiness to Esper and Mastermind.The subtlest of touches, whenever their eyes would connect, the bright smilesthey wore, their expression could only be described as full of joy.

And true to his nature, Psyche was intrigued. Esper, Mastermind, andPsyker always looked the happiest together. It made him wonder, could Arc, Time,and himself ever reach that same conclusion?

Psyche pondered the thought, eyes upturned to the ceiling ashe thought. He thought, and thought, and thought, leaning back on the back twolegs of his chair, legs kicked up on the table. He fiddled with a hand gripperabsently, his workout for it routine and his arm mostly used to the motion.

“We eat on that table.”

Psyche had not been expecting company. He couldn’t help thestrangle yelped that left him, body jerking as he jumped in his seat. Anothercry as his chair tipped back, taking him down with him, and a loud oof! when he connected to the floor.

“… Idiot.”

Psyche winced at the throbbing against his back, notbothering to get up just yet. He breathed slowly, trying to focus his attentionaway from the pain. He closed his eyes for a moment, gritting his teeth as heraised a hand to his head, groaning as it throbbed to his touch.

“Dammit…”

Footsteps approached him, slow and steady, before Timecrouched over him, expression as default and aloof as ever. He looked thoroughlyunimpressed, though Psyche supposed that wasn’t anything new.

“That’s what you get for having your feet on the table,”Time scoffed, his one visible eye rolling as he stepped back. Psyche pushedhimself up by his arms, grumbling some incoherent complaint that Time ignored.He walked away from the other tracer, heading further into the kitchen.

It was only the two of them present. Psyche perked up at therealization, his thoughts from earlier coming back full swing. He quickly stoodup, following the other. If Psyker could make Esper and Mastermind happy, couldPsyche do the same with Arc and Time?

Only one way to find out.

Psyche opened his mouth to call out for the other, thequestion at the tip of his tongue – yet for some reason, he couldn’t find thewords to phrase what he was trying to convey correctly. His eyebrows knittedtogether, his bottom lip jutting out as he took a moment to think.

Time, meanwhile, perched himself on the counter, settingPsyche with another one of his bored expressions. Despite his demeanor, Time seemed as if he were waiting - a notion that stumped Psyche. Time hardly enjoyed interacting with the others, could barely stand any as it is,and yet, the dumb look Psyche currently had on his face made him curious.

“… What?�� He asked warily, suspicion laced in his voice.

“Wha–?” Psyche’s response was immediate, taken by surprisethat Time addressed him. The other tracer bristled at his inarticulate response,glaring at him. Psyche forced himself not to flinch, his eyebrows raising atthe look. “S-Sorry –”

“Shut up.” Another scoff, as Time turned his head away, noseupturned and scowl present. Psyche’s shoulders slumped, unable to hide the hurtand sadness he openly expressed. How stupidly honest Psyche could be, a look similar to a kicked puppy, it was irritating. It irritated Time how much it made his chest prickle with some unnerving emotion, one he scarcely wanted to humor.

Psyche shuffled awkwardly on his feet, eyes looking anywhere aside from Time’s scrutinizingand calculative gaze. It was the look he always wore when something of interestcrossed his path - a rare feat that hardly ever happened. Unfortunately, Timelooked annoyed for whatever reason,causing the hairs on the back of Psyche’s neck to raise, his shoulders squaredas he waited -

“Spit it out.”

Psyche hardly had enough time to stop his immediate shockfrom forming, though couldn’t help the small step back he did. Time continuedto look more and more agitated withhim, patience running thin as he waitedfor Psyche to do something.

“You’re like an open book. Something’s troubling you. Spitit out.” Time always spoke so crude and straight to the point, never beatingaround the bush and always impatient. He had better things to do then socialize.

Psyche found himself tongue-tied. His mouth felt dry; heswallowed hard, pursing his lips as he wondered how to say what was on hismind.

He couldn’t be straightforward like Time, he wasn’t goodwith words like Arc. Right now, he had a raging urge to do something, but he didn’t know whatit was. He was anxious, almost scared, worried to the point of being frozen inplace, unable to move, unable to even breath –

“For goodness sake, Psyche, stop overthinking whatever it isand just do it.”

Psyche took a deep breath, his hands balling to fists as hedid his best to calm down. Time had a point; he was overthinking this. Did Psyker ever think before he acted?Psyche was certain he hardly ever did. So, Psyche stepped forward, his mindshifting into auto pilot.

Time’s suspicion rose as Psyche approached, reeling away thecloser Psyche came. An insult was at the tip of his tongue, his own handscurling against the smooth counter as Psyche came intimately close to him. Psyche’s hands rested on his knees,spreading his legs apart to make room for himself, and Time found himself astonished.

Time’s breath hitched, caught in his throat, resisting theurge to shudder as Psyche’s hands traveled up his thighs, pressing against hiships and pulling him closer. The time tracer fought hard against the risingheat gracing his cheeks, biting the inside of his cheeks as his body pressedflush against Psyche’s, the psychic tracer’s head reaching just under his chin.

“What –” The question died on his lips, mouth gaped openedas he stared at Psyche in embarrassed desperation. Psyche’s hands were shaking,his nerves on edge, as he bit his bottom lip. He didn’t miss the way Time’s eyeflickered down to see the motion, didn’t miss the way Time’s own body was shaking– in anticipation, or disgust, Psyche wasn’t sure.

Time hadn’t pushed him away though, so Psyche took that assomething positive. One hand stayed at his waist, the other traveling up hisback, fingers trailing over his spine. The shudder that ran through Time’s bodywas reward, his thighs almost instinctively closing against Psyche’s body. Time’seye scrunched close, his head ducked down as a quiet whine left his lips – and Psyche couldn’t be more pleased.

Feeling brave, the hand teasing his back reached for Time’shair, happily surprised to discover his hair was just as soft as he hadimagined. He played with the base of his neck, rolling strands of it betweenhis fingers, nails digging into the skin. Time reeled, arching his back andpressing closer to Psyche, another little mewlleaving him as his head forward, rejecting the touch yet craving it.

Psyche couldn’t help himself. He leaned forward, body asclose as humanly possible to Time’s, pulling the other tracer closer andpressing their lips together.

Time melted intothe kiss, fitting snug against Psyche as he wrapped his legs around him,wanting him even closer. Time was so desperate, hands gripping the front ofPsyche’s shirt, his knuckles turning white as he pulled and pulled, wanting himeven closer.

Psyche jumped slightly at the sensation of Time’s tongueagainst his lips, the time tracer hardly giving Psyche a choice as he forcedhis tongue through his lips, desperate and aggressive. A shaky noise ofapproval, a sound Psyche wasn’t sure who made, in a tone that made his skincrawl in delight.

He wasn’t sure when he had closed his eyes, their kiss afrantic need to satisfy something they both wanted, and Psyche found it hard tobreath.

Kissing Time felt amazing.

His lungs burned, his skin was on fire, the blood rushing inhis ears as his heart increased in tempo. He didn’t want to stop –

Time’s eye snapped opened, tearing away from Psyche. Thepsychic tracer had enough time to open his eyes, wide in shock, at the thoroughlyembarrassed, red beat expression Time wore, before the time tracer’s footcollided with his chest, sending him through the portal he had opened behindhim.

—

Time refused to leave his room ever again, no matter howmany times Psyche knocked. Whenever Psyche did happen to stumble upon him, Time’sreaction was immediate. His usual disinterested expression quickly turned pale, looking panicked, his single eye going wide, before the blush would set it.Time would dash away before Psyche would even have the chance to approach.

The psychic tracer was discouraged. Maybe it was a mistaken,acting without thinking, not considering the other tracer before simply going for it.

“That’s the tenth sigh in the span of the last five minutes,Psyche.”

Psyche hadn’t even realized it himself, and he resisted theurge to sigh again. He stretched his upper body over the coffee table, headpressed down against its cold surface.

“What’s wrong?” Arc hardly spared him a glance, tooengrossed in the book he was reaching from the couch. Psyche lifted his head,his chin pressed against the table instead, as he pouted at the other tracer.

“I messed up,” he whined, albeit not as guilty as he mostlikely should have felt.

“That’s nothing new,” Arc snorted, rolling his eyes as heturned the page. He rested his cheek against his hand, book to his lap, as hestill refused to look at him. “What did you break this time?”

“… Time.”

The noise Arc made was inhuman, a sharp intake of breath ashis head snapped towards Psyche, eyes wide. “What?!” It was Psyche’s turn tosnort, laughter bubbling in his chest as he had to wonder – did Arc think hemeant time or Time. “Don’t make such ambiguous jokes, Psyche.” Arc scowled athim, his cheeks a tinge pink.

“Sorry.” Psyche crossed his arms over the table, resting hischin on them as he met Arc’s gaze. It was easier to talk to Arc. Even though he was often composedand reserved, Arc was more open to Psyche’s presence then Time.

Arc shook his head, turning his nose back to his book.Psyche’s smile dimmed down in size, almost to a frown, at how disregarded hewas. He wondered, since their relationship was more credible and formed then, say, Psyche and Time’s, would Arc rejecthim as well?

“What did you do?” Arc asked absently, clearly moreinterested in his book. Psyche hummed thoughtfully, coy and playful. Thatcaught Arc’s attention. He finally looked up, eyebrow raised as curiosity setin.

Arc had always been more of a curious body then Psyche, andany information he could obtain, he would. The arc tracer simply had to be aknow-it-all.

Psyche pushed himself to his feet, trying his best to appearas nonchalant and mellow, as if they were talking about the weather.Unfortunately for him, Arc knew better. Similar to Time, Arc’s eyes narrowed insuspicion, his expression cautious as Psyche approached.

A barely audible gasp slipped through Arc’s lips, his bodyon high alert as Psyche leaned over him. His knee pressed between Arc’s legs, ahand pushing the stunned tracer against the armrest. Psyche followed hismotion, his lips gingerly touching Arc’s.

Arc’s reaction was immediate. He wrenched away from Psyche,hands reaching for Psyche’s shoulders and shoving him back. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

Psyche flinched at the accusatory tone in Arc’s raised voice,shrinking away from Arc to the other end of the couch. Arc pulled completelyaway from Psyche, curling defensively into himself as he glared so viciously athim – it scared the psychic tracer. “You audacious jerk! What –”

Psyche’s hands clasped over his ears, shrinking more intohimself as Arc seethed. He didn’tunderstand – why was Arc so mad? Was Time also mad? Had he approached thiswrong?

How could Psyker make Esper and Mastermind that happy, whileall Psyche could do was incur Arc and Time’s wrath?

Psyche didn’t understand – he only wanted Arc and Time to smile, wanted to be the one who broughtit to their faces, wanted to see it for himself.

Why did it turn out this way?

Psyche’s fingers threaded to his hair, pulling at it as heburied his face into his knees. He couldn’t hear Arc’s voice anymore, couldn’tbe bothered to tune back in to what he was saying. He messed up again, made Arcand Time uncomfortable, and ruinedeverything –

“—Psy.”

Psyche flinched at the nickname, pressing more into himself.An adored pet name Psyche loved hearing, would have been filled to the brimwith pride at the affection usually laced with it, a name similar to the oneMastermind had with Psyker –

“Psy, look at it…”

Psyche’s fingers tightened in his hair, shaking his head ashe gritted his teeth. He hadn’t meant for this, hadn’t meant to force himselfonto Arc and Time, he hadn’t –

Arc’s gentle touch took Psyche by surprised. His body tensedat the feeling of Arc’s fingers brushing against his own, soothing, soft,coaxing Psyche to relax. The psychic tracer swallowed nervously, his heartskipping a beat as Arc’s fingers slipped through his own, lacing them together.Still, Psyche’s guard was up, waiting for Arc to continue his angry yelling.

Arc raised Psyche’s arm over his shoulder, pressing againsthis side as he nudged Psyche’s head with his own. Still, Psyche refused to lookat him, his face buried against his knees as he waited.

“… Kiss me again, Psy.”

Psyche’s blood ran cold as shock coursed through him. Hishead lifted without his consent, startled into meeting Arc’s gaze as his cheeksflushed. Arc looked equally as embarrassed, looked away instantly as hisawkwardly fidgeted beside him.

“Wh-What…?” Psyche’s bewilderment knew no boundaries, unableto form any sort of tangible response. Arc’s blush deepened, nervously bitinginto his bottom lip as he forced his gaze to meet Psyche’s. Instead ofrepeating himself though, he acted.

Arc tipped his head forward, lips ghosting over his own forhalf a second, before quickly pulling again. Psyche didn’t let him get far. Hechased those lips, clumsily colliding against Arc and knocking him onto hisback. Arc’s fingers tightened around Psyche’s, pressed against the couch abovehis head, as his eyes screwed shut.

When Arc didn’t push him away like before, Psyche felt eager.He pressed closer to Arc, lips molding together slowly, a gentle touch incomparison to Time. The contrast was exhilarating, a different sort ofexcitement, one where he could take his time and enjoy this moment.

Their kiss didn’t last long, wasn’t as bold as it was withTime, lips exploring where it felt right, adoring Arc completely – against hischeek, his forehead, his temple, his nose – Arc’s face was completely shadedred.

“Psy –” Arc shifted against him, squirming under him,embarrassed and bashful as Psyche continued his demonstration. “Psy, please –” Arctugged at his hands, shying away from Psyche’s affection as he whined.

Psyche pulled away, head tilting to the side in confusion, “Yeah?”

“This is – embarrassing –”

Psyche settled himself on Arc’s hips, releasing his grip onArc’s hands as he found himself, once again, waiting. Arc swallowed thickly,unable to meet Psyche’s questioning gaze.

“The next time you want to kiss someone –”

Psyche jumped a mile high as Time’s fingers buried in hishair, the time tracer pulling his head back to meet his gaze instead. He didn’tlook upset, and it finally clicked to Psyche what it was – Time had been embarrassed. Despite the scowl on hisface, Time’s cheeks were flushed pink, his eye hesitate, as if Psyche was onthe brink of breaching something Timewasn’t used to.

“—You should use wordsto convey what it is you want, not solely action.”

Even Arc was scolding him, his express defiant despite hisblush. Psyche’s eyes shifted between Arc and Time, feeling ashamed of hisactions and embarrassed at the same time.

“S-Sorry…”

“Accept responsibility.” Time leaned over the back of thesofa, pressing his lips against exposed collarbone, gentle at first beforebiting down – hard. Psyche jolted at the sensation, more so from pleasure thenpain. “I can’t stop thinking about it, the moment we shared – how intimate it was.” Time breathed againsthis skin, tongue dragging against the bone as his eye glared up at Psyche, “It’syour fault. Do something about it.”

“I –” Psyche was at a loss for words, his blushing reachingfrom his neck to the tip of his ears. His mouth gaped open, desperate andbegging to say something in response, but nothing came out.

“How crass,” Arc grumbled from under Psyche, pushing himselfup and forcing Psyche to sit in his lap, “You kissed Time first?” Feelingcompetitive and possessive, Arc’s lips found Psyche’s ear, nibbling the lobeand tracing it with is tongue.

The noise Psyche made was nothing short of embarrassing,shuddering as he whimpered, fingers digging into Arc’s shoulders as the twoattacked his neck with nips and bites. Time’s gaze would meet Arc’s, aloof and detacheddespite what he was doing, and Arc’s eyebrows would narrow, a challenge hedared Time to meet.

It was sensational, feelingthe way Time’s lips twitched against his skin from how close he was. Time metArc’s challenge, pressing urgent kisses against Psyche’s throat, closer andcloser to Arc. Arc refused to let him win, his tongue sweeping out and tracinghis jugular, taking great pleasure in the way Psyche writhed under them.

While Arc’s attention was diverted, completely consumed byPsyche’s reaction, Time attacked. His tongue slipped against Arc’s, hungry andwanton, eye meeting Arc’s as the arc tracer jolted at the forwardness. Timesmirked, not letting Arc escape, even as he pulled away. Time chased him,easily slipping his tongue between his lips and kissing Arc with a fever.

Psyche watched with hazy eyes, how Arc’s eyebrows shot up,completely taken by surprise at Time’s actions. Psyche was worried, for amoment, that Arc would reject him – and was pleasantly surprised when Arcpressed back, tipping his head to the side as he eagerly slid his tongueagainst Time’s, fingers reaching for purchase against the time tracer’sshoulder.

This hadn’t been at all what Psyche had expected – and yet,as Arc and Time pulled away, a string of saliva connecting their small, awkward smiles, Psyche couldn’thelp his own lips from stretching into a wide grin. He was utterly happy by these turn of events.