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baddiewiththebook · 5 months

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ONE OF THEM [PART 1]

-> Dating your best friend Eddie Munson might have been pictured differently in your head. Despite a blissful weekend, you’re met with a few bumps in the road; and, your friends slowly figure out that what you're doing in private crosses the boundaries between friend and lover.

-> eddie munson x you (she/her)

-> friends to lovers, secret relationship, angst

-> warnings - strong language and suggestive scenes [no smut]

[Part 1] [Part 2]

This is a sequel to One of the Boys

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“Eddie,” you hiss.

The heat on your back is nothing compared to the heat in your chest. A sweet melody plays in your ear that contradicts the salty hot back you find your hands slipping over.

You draw your finger across his spine feeling him shiver at your touch. The world is a blur beyond the bodies.

Again, your lips touch his. Resistance isn’t an option. He’s waited too long to hold you. To bring you to new sensations. To experience a brand new world together, as though you’re new. That is you are. He’s never been this close. This intimate. Somehow he brings you closer. Entangled. Entranced.

Your mind burns with anticipation. Fingers sneak under your bra strap. Teasing his tongue against the newly exposed flesh, you whine and melt into his strong embrace.

He worships you.

“Just ignore them,” Eddie hums when your jerked from the moment by a car door slamming shut.

Your not too far away for Eddie to catch up when he lays you down onto your back on his bed, and slots himself in between your legs.

“Hey, Ed!” Wayne shouts (because honestly, he knows your here and he doesn’t want to catch either of you nude or worse).

Eddie drops his head to your chest, and groans the most irritable groan. Laughter bubbles in your chest. Rolling away from you, he sinks into his mattress.

You spring from Eddie’s bed, and start redecorating the junk on his floor.

“Where’s my shirt?” You keep your voice low.

Eddie points to the lamp. Your shirt hangs over the shade creating a nifty shadow onto his ceiling. Perfect mood lighting if you are so keen to say. If not for Eddie’s uncle, you only imagine what you could be doing right now.

Slipping the shirt over your head with a tight tug, you then situate yourself in the floor of his room. Trying to be as inconspicuous as possible, despite the purpling marks trickling across your neck.

The door punches open. You sit over your textbook writing down math equations, and Wayne tsks.

“Isn’t it a bit late?” Wayne adds a closed fist to his hip.

You check your watch that reads only eight . “I should get going.”

Eddie protests. “Wayne!”

“It’s a school night, Munson,” he says. “Come on, little Miss. I’ll take you home.”

Rules have changed in the Munson residence since last Friday. You couldn’t keep your hands off of each other. Wayne still likes you plenty, but he’s keeping close tabs on how much time you spend together. As much as he trusts you both, he does know what is to come in a brand new relationship and he wants both of you to be smart. He can’t outright say anything because he wants you both to figure out the bumps together. It’s not really his place to come between you two.

You hesitate to say ‘goodbye,’ and Wayne gets the hint to turn his back while you kiss his nephew. It’s not like he hasn’t caught Eddie with girls before, but this girl in particular is much different.

Eddie gets up in the morning, before his alarm. There has been more than a handful of times that Wayne sees Eddie whistling over a pot of coffee in the rising sun. He worries that his nephew may be falling for this girl fast. God forbid, she break his heart.

“I’ll see you at school,” you peck his lips.

Eddie chases your kisses when you try to pull away. You giggle when he holds your neck to drag on the smooches. Eventually carrying them on around your chin, your nose and your cheeks.

“Alright,” he unlocks his fingers. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Wayne waits for you in the hallway.

“You know that even if I turn my back, I still know what you’re doing,” he points out.

You shake your head. “We don’t need to talk about it.”

Wayne is tickled by your shyness, and he laughs heartily. You’ve only been with Eddie for the weekend, and who knows what that means for your relationship. He hasn’t called you his girlfriend. By no means, did you imagine he would. This weekend has been the most magical fantasy, and you don’t want to land on the ground just yet.

You hadn’t asked Eddie what your dynamic would be. If he wants to tell anyone. It’s probably too soon anyway. For now, you’re in this eternally blissful bubble and what awaits tomorrow is the future’s problem.

Eddie’s tapping his foot to the beat of the next song that plays. He’s not a fan of pop music, but for you he’d listen to anything. One of his arms is slung across his face to shield the bright lights of his bedroom. He drifts. Pretending that you’re still here because he can’t imagine that his blankets would keep him warm tonight.

Tonight, Eddie believes, could have been the night. You’ve only toured so far in the bounds of your new relationship. When you do make out, Eddie likes to test the possibilities. He likes the way you fall into him when he takes hold of the perfect bite of flesh on your body.

Eddie rips his pillow from under his head to drop over the crotch of his pants. His uncle was coming back to his room by the sound of his footsteps.

“You know she’s not supposed to be here when I’m not here,” Wayne warns.

Eddie sits up. “Do you have a problem with her? Weren’t you the one that told me to go for it?”

“I am,” he rubs his temples. “But, I’m your uncle first. You better respect that girl.”

Eddie huffs. “I am. We went out on Saturday, and I’m taking her out again next weekend to the diner.”

Wayne grunts, then reaches into the back pocket of his jeans. He shoves the tabacco back in place, and takes his wallet out instead. Fishing for a bit, he tosses out thirty bucks to his nephew.

“Take her to a nicer place than that,” he suggests.

Eddie counts the money out, and tries to hand the cash back to his uncle. They need to pay bills first - Eddie can figure out where to take his girl. His girl. ‘Suppose you’ve always been his in a way.

You’ve been on dates that never last because the men you see are turds. Big ol’ brown turds that take you thirty minutes to pop out and they’re tiny, so why the hell did they hurt so bad?

Eddie’s off track.

See, they want to save you from this place. They drive through the trailer park and see the people who live here. Everyone here has a story, but his first instinct is they’re raggedy. A little bit of dirt scares these dudes away. Or, maybe Eddie steps onto his porch and stares at you a little too long, and they get the hint.

You’ve scolded him in the past for scaring off your boyfriends. Eddie couldn’t help the jealousy that casted over him.

It’s a different feeling being in the hot seat now. Like he’s on The Dating Game and you’re talking to contestant number three a little too long, and Eddie’s contestant one.

Wayne doesn’t take the cash back because as much as he cares about Eddie, he also deeply cares for you. You’re the first girl that treats Eddie like a person, and not like you want something from him. He doesn’t always know what Eddie’s up too, but something is bringing people around him that’s not always so positive. And, at least he got rid of the other girl. She has Wayne running around his own home with his tail between his legs.

“Can you close the door at least?” Eddie calls to his uncle, before Wayne can begin his decent down the hall.

Wayne puts his weight on the knob. “At least let me turn on the television first.”

Eddie stiffens.

His uncle howls with laughter, and he carries that with him down the hall. Eddie can hear him behind the shut door.

When he tosses the pillow, his problem has already gone. Physically.

A soft drumming at his bedroom window distracts him from the emotional stuff. He scoots off of his bed, and nearly topples over a pile of laundry you must have pushed out of the way without him noticing. Another task on his to-do list that he’s struggling to complete.

An angel awaits in the moonlight visiting from the heavens above. Your cute little smile weakens him at the knees when he draws the curtains back.

“I couldn’t leave you just yet,” you fight against the chill of the night, but by the simple shirt on your back and the way you tremble, the weather must be winning.

Eddie can’t believe his luck, even now you’re standing here like a dream. “I’ll meet you by the van. It’s open.”

You agree to this, and skirt off to his parked vehicle while dodging the lit areas coming from the living room windows. Surely, Wayne is still awake by the endless noise coming out of the television at such an ear aching volume.

Just inside the trailer, Eddie hides a joint in his wallet. He puts the wallet into his pocket. Biting his cheek, he snatched the condom from his nightstand too. Finding a blanket or two, Eddie wonders how he could sneak around Wayne like this.

He makes the decision to toss the blankets out of the window, before shutting it for good. He locks up, and pulls his curtains to a close.

Eddie has tried too many times to sneak out his bedroom window. None of the attempts have been successful. Wayne would meet him outside before Eddie’s feet even hit the ground.

Lying to Wayne isn’t easy. He’s old. He’s lived a lot of years. And, he knows every excuse in the book.

Yet, Eddie is ready to try again just for your sake.

Before Eddie goes to the living room, however, he does check himself out in the mirror. Brushing his teeth is a bit excessive because he’s already covered that before you came over this evening. He just didn’t want to take any chances.

Eddie dusts himself off. Wearing sweatpants and an old shirt isn’t going to impress you any, but you didn’t seem to mind a few moments ago. Oh, but should he change? Is he wearing underwear with a hole in them? Or . . . clean underwear?

Eddie pulls the waist band out of his pants, then his underwear. Everything is clean and in order- or should he shave? Did you like someone more clean cut because he’s rough. Snapping back the band a little too hard, Eddie groans.

Little does he know, but you’ve got your head stuck in a the side mirror sucking on your own teeth to make sure no foods are stuck in your gums. You sit down in his passenger seat jerking your knee up and down. While you wait, you sniff each side of your under arms and then lean down a bit to sniff below the belt. Nothing. That’s good. That’s great.

You find your tiny bottle of perfume you kept in the tiny pocket in the front of your bag. Spraying on your chest, you then rub what you can into your skin. Putting the bottle back, you rest in your seat.

Eddie sneaks out of the house like a deer that just figured out how to walk. You cover your mouth trying not to laugh at him when he dives for a set of blankets he’s dropped out his window.

He brightens when he sees your face again.

You wonder. “What did you say to Wayne?”

“Nothing, He’s asleep.”

You snicker.

Eddie doesn’t let his car run for long in fear that the distant rumble might shake Wayne. Getting caught before because his van sputters and pops, he is quick to pull back out his parking spot and then to peel out of the trailer park.

You leave him to drive. Wind catching his hair, you chew on your lip knowing that the whole weekend has been perfect.

On Saturday, Eddie took you to the local diner. It’s nothing fancy. Beer battered fries and all. But, you’re just happy to be near him. It’s almost like you’re on a diet, and suddenly you’re giving in to your indulgences. You purr with excitement.

Today is Sunday, and coming up in the next few hours is Monday. You’ll be going back to school, and you try to press the worries down back where they came from. But, you’ve spent most of your time with your lips on his. You haven’t had much time to talk about what would happen when you got to school.

There is still one massive pointy spear in your shoe, and that’s Roxie. She’s going to be at school waiting for you with fists of fury. You’re sure.

If she sees you and Eddie, then she might assume that what she’s suspecting is right. Eddie’s a cheater, and you’re the dirty rotten scum that he’s cheating with. She’ll pummel you.

Eddie takes a wide turn, and glances off to his right. Your eyes glaze over in a wide trance. Your movements are slow. What are you thinking about?

“You doing okay over there?” Eddie asks you.

You blink a couple of times. “Yeah.”

Eddie frowns because now you’re lying. That’s never a great start to your … well, Eddie would like to call what you have a relationship. He’s never asked you though.

You’re not driven much farther because Eddie parks off the side of the road near a forested area. Trees hover and dance in the wind of the night. The air faint of pine. You’re mostly inhaling the remains of that ever lasting smoke smell inside of his van.

“Hey,” Eddie unhooks his belt, so he can take your hand and get your full attention. “You can talk to me.”

You squeeze his palm. “I don’t know. Is this all too soon?”

“What?”

“I mean, Roxie-,”

“Roxie and I were a fling that’s all,” he kisses your knuckles.

You shake your head. “You can’t say that anymore, Eddie. She clearly doesn’t think so.”

“I think the message was clear when she threw a shoe at my head,” Eddie rubs a painful memory. “I think the bump is still there. She throws really hard.”

You snort. “Eddie, seriously, the wound is still fresh. She needs time to heal. And, she’s only going to assume that she was right if she sees us together.”

He breathes, “us? Together?”

“Yeah,” your cheeks heat. “I mean if that’s what you want.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he plays off. “Sure.”

“Sure?”

“Sure,” he laughs along with you. “If you’ll have me.”

“If I said no would you chop me up and throw me in these woods somewhere,” you take a look around you at the dense forest.

Eddie guides you back to him with a gentle grip on your chin.

“And people think I’m sick and twisted,” he kisses you softly. “Where on earth would you get that idea from? No more scary movies for you.”

“Yes, dad,” you joke.

Eddie adjusts, “okay, I’m going need you to get into the back of the van.”

“Gross,” you shake your head. “Seriously, we should lay off the touching or the kissing at school- just for a little while.

Though not ideal, Eddie does understand. He figures he’ll have to speak to Roxie at some point to clear the air. She may be a bit hot headed, but she’s understandable to a point. Right?

“Fine, but you owe me,” he agrees.

You lean in just close enough to tip the scale, and plant a kiss to his lips. Instead you suggest,

“Should we go to the back?”

He melts, “Y-yeah.”

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#stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfic #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x you #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine

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24-7-testing · 1 year

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katthyacinth · 2 months

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✨Trust Exercises!✨

Hi! This is a fic that I had on Ao3 its just a small scenario where you yes u reader pitch Charlie a great idea for a hotel bonding activity. no romance or anything just a fun scene.

“And you never make me do anything with this lousy picture box again, this face was made for radio darling” You hear Alastor say to Vaggie as you catch the ending of their conversation that you were totally not paying attention to, although what he said made you have a thought. “Wait I just realized that means have you never played a video game Alastor?” you vocalize immediately as the thought leaves your mind. He and Vaggie turn to you lying on the couch on your phone, realizing they forgot you were there. “No darling that sounds like an awful experience since games should be fun and nothing concerning this piece of junk ever is,” he says whacking the side of the old TV. You make a face and sigh “Too bad I feel like you would love some of them, I'm trying to determine whether you'd be more of an fps guy or an RPG guy but I think an fps would be too complex for you to start on…” you pause rambling to yourself. Maybe something 8-bit because those are more old school, well to my time, like oh-” you shoot up from your seat your eyes almost sparkling as a great idea pops in your brain. Vaggie makes a concerned face as you stand up and dart out of the room. “I'M GONNA GET CHARLIE OMG THIS IS GONNA BE GREAT!”

You run through the hotel and find hells Princess doing… well actually you don't really know what she does on her off time but she answers her door to you panting and rambling kinda like how she does from time to time “wait wait slow down, omg is this how I sound? Wow Im sooo sorry but start again” she says chuckling slightly. You start over “ok so I was thinking an activity everyone could do is play video games, I loved them when I was alive and I thought about it because I realized they didn't exist when a lot of our group was alive and I think thats sad and their missing out.” you quickly blurt and take a breath to then continue your ramble. “I thought it might also be good for rehabilitation because we have games where there's horror and shooters and gore so people can indulge without like actually hurting people you know! Like I could go and get beginner-level games for everyone for their interests I think it would be great!” you finally finish taking a breath. You beam at Charlie expectantly as she processes your information and you slowly see her eye sparkle too. “That… sounds… like.. A GREAT IDEA WHAT ARE WE WAITING FOR LETS GO!”

A few hours go by of you finding out how video games work in hell because as you forgot it's not one-to-one with Earth but after hours of aggressive keyboard typing noises you call everyone over. You stand in front of everyone in the lobby with Charlie as she explains what you explained to her as you antsy twiddle your thumbs as she ends with any questions. To which Alastor responds “I thought I made it clear I want nothing to do with your silly technology and TVs” he hisses “Well technically you're not going to be needing a TV and I think you’ll like the game so please everyone try for at least one hour and you can stop but I think you'll be hooked!” you state confidently “well then letssss do it! I'm exssssited!” Pentious states making you squeal. You walk over to him and hand him a phone, you had made sure to make the games easy for some of the less tech-savvy guests. “It's called Oppositions and Overlords, you tap the screen with your finger and you make your own battalion and fight other armies, you make whatever battle tactics you like!” you take a second to tap around and show him how to do it, it takes him a second and then you move to nifty. “Nifty it's called Community of Lambs and-” As you explain you realize she isn't picking up anything so you simplify “This button moves, this button stabs” She lights up snatching the controller from you as you sigh.

You proceed to show Charlie and Vaggie a game called pentagram valley that they play together and Husk a spooky card game called Engraving and Angel a dating sim called “Submit to me” which you open for him and he immediately whistles and shouts “Oh hello babes'' to which you giggle and suck in a breath to head over to Alastor at last, now this one was tricky. You needed something easy so that he wouldn't get frustrated. “Ok Alastor are you actually going to participate?” you ask meekly holding your laptop in your hands. He gives a small sigh and chuckles “Well my dear if you put all this effort in I suppose I will give it a shot then but I will not promise that your little screen will remain intact later.” you sigh, “ok then so it's called the underground fable. I loved the version of it while I was alive. It was actually revolutionary for games. There's multiple stories you can choose from. You're going to drag this to move and press here to do all the actions two buttons ok. There are two options which is save everyone or kill everyone and it's very sick and twisted when you kill everyone so I think you’ll like it ok and yeah I checked its very similar if not even creepier than what I played umm, yeah I cried anyway, have fun or not I one hour ok!” you ramble to him explaining. You really wanted to try your best to make him like this activity. Looking at his expression you couldn't really tell, well it was always hard because he never stops smiling. You stop trying to dissect his thoughts and slowly back away.

An hour passes and an alarm rings in your headphones. You begin to speak but then stop yourself as you look around and see that everyone is very much enjoying their games. Nifty is kicking her feet while lying on the floor yelling “Stab stab! Blood blood!” Pentious is mumbling something about glory and noble sacrifices or something saluting to himself in the corner. You're actually impressed when you see Vaggie and Charlie have made quite a pretty house and are raising a pact of hell goats on an impressively large farm. You then look at Alastor, inspecting him still not sure what he's thinking. You think you should probably tell him time is up or you think he might cut off your head for letting him be near modern tech for 10 seconds longer than he needed to. However, to your surprise and delight? When you walk up behind him you hear him chuckling slightly. “Alastor? Times up by the way you don't need to play anymore.” he turns to you slightly “Oh well then my dear I guess you're right look at the time a whole hour haha! How time flies!” he chuckles. “Although I would not like to admit you may have been right, seeing these little creatures explode into bits of dust is quite entertaining, and they yell at me too and plead as if they have any power over me it's quite hilarity” he chuckles darkly sending a chill down your spine. “Well, I never thought I'd see the day when The radio demon himself called modern technology entertaining! I think I have just won at life, well afterlife” you muse to yourself proudly “Haha yes dear I guess it seems so however, I think you should keep that one to yourself okay? A secret, my dear this information must not leave the hotel.” static fills the air as his eyes turn to dials, you know you should be intimidated but you chuckle.

“Ok, Alastor you got it it would be a scandal if you were caught cheating on the radio with video games oh the horror! GASP! The world would simply end” you chuckle sarcasm oozing from you. “Ha Ha funny my dear, now if you would be so kind I am keeping this device of yours to continue to slaughter these fish people” he muses chuckling darkly. A little sadistic you think but hey, you won they were all still playing. What did Charlie call it? A happy day in hell.

#hazbin hotel #alastor #charlie morningstar #angel dust #vaggie #gn reader

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phoenix-is-the-hottest-thing · 2 years

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Hi; I just finished Vill-V's part of chapter 30, and I was hoping you could clarify what all her partitions are and what they do?

Quick List:

Conductor AKA Vill-V (initially called just that) AKA "Conductor" Vill-V Magician AKA The Great Magician Vill-V Expert AKA the Mechanic AKA The "Expert" Vill-V the Scholar AKA Occultist AKA Vill-V Looking Down Upon The Stars Chef AKA "Flavorful" Vill-V Helix AKA "Original" Vill-V Villain AKA "Pure Evil" Vill-V Kevin Killer V AKA MK 5 AKA Kevin Killer Mk5

The Lecturer was a Vill-V who used to be really into teaching and nurturing others, also had a knack for inventing stuff, but she was erased to deal with Aponia's Discipline hurting them all. She gets momentarily revived in ER as a robot, similar to Can not existing in reality.

Oh and the names are more consistent in CN, the translation team just kind of sucks lately.

Conductor shows up often and she can partition off new Vill-Vs. Only Helix is also able to do that.

Magician puts on shows and likes to be tall to show off

Expert is Tired and does most of their actual work inventing new Kevin Killers.

Those three show up to other people the most but there's more.

The Scholar is a bit of a chuuni, she's an alchemist who knows a lot about chemistry and worries about prophecies and all. Not social.

Chef can cook really well, she's more timid than most of the others. Was partitioned from the Scholar due to delicious-smelling potions sending Felis to the hospital one too many times. Now the Scholar eats junk food too much.

Helix is the closest to the original host, she snip snipped space for the first three and then went to sleep, only sparsely waking up afterwards. Very shy. A bit of a mess. Low self-esteem despite being pretty competent when she applies herself. Cherishes everyone else in the system. Throws food in a pot and hopes for the best.

Villain thought for fifty thousand years that she was the partition where they threw all the Evil Thoughts, but that was a lie from Helix. She's actually ambition and pride, their drive to change the world, all the nifty stuff that doesn't really have a place in the world as it turned out. Also poor impulse control. The trauma of being locked up + being lied to kind of made her act like a cartoon villain, but she's not pure evil as she claimed since she fully intended to get rid of HoC and the danger she posed as well.

We don't know much about Kevin Killer aside from her being very shy and speaking extremely slowly, to the point of never getting a single voiceline. She's also self-conscious about her appearance, which makes me think she might be the spider that's Vill-V's Honkai Beast form.

Now, for more in depth-mechanics, take the following with a grain of salt coz this is my interpretation, not absolute canon— I have the same overall info to go off than you. BUT.

Background for how it happened and works, as I understand it:

Basically, ever since she was a 4~5 years old kid, Vill-V had a dissociative disorder, which seems to have been triggered by an intensely negative self-image. There was just too much self hatred in that tiny body, and that's how she coped. She was also really smart and a very fast learner. There MIGHT be wish magic involved making this murkier, because "Helix" Vill-V has this mantra (If I wish for it, I can do it) which reminds me a lot of Aponia's suggestive powers (After being strengthened by the MANTIS surgery, Discipline forces your body to conform to/realize your wish, someone who's scared of the dark could develop night vision etc. and it also went horribly, suspiciously wrong when applied to Vill-V...).

Anyway. Let's put aside the dubious magic for now.

Baby Vivi interprets it as "pretending to be someone else so hard she actually did become someone else" but that's uh, that's not a child's game that's like, some flavor of OSDD. I have a friend who's described a similar experience. Biggest argument towards "honey you're not quirky you have symptoms disorder" is that Vill-V already seemed to have experienced amnesia pre-surgery (seen when she's talking to Mobius in ch30), she could've been lying about that, but it doesn't make a ton of sense for her to..?? Additionally Mobius also points out that it wasn't all a lie in that conversation. Raaah Mihoyo doesn't like being straightforward, so let's just assume she wasn't faking it for no reason.

"Helix" Vill-V identifies as a con-artist, except her "lies" (being a mechanic or a magician) are true, she's a genius, everything on her fake resume she is capable of because she can speedlearn everything in like three months, to reach levels beyond the technology of her time. That's pretty cool.

In adulthood, she survived the MANTIS surgery, and obtained the ability to snip snip her mind from it. That ability, partitioning, allowed the system to give each personality their own area of memory and processing power. This does, however, limit resources as well, instead of everyone taking a turn on the brain, they are metaphorically sharing space and able to coexist without mixing into each other, it's parallel processing I guess.

From what we can observe, making failed cut-offs or erasing partitions does permanently destroy part of Vill-V's mind so it's dangerous for them. If they cut or divide too much, they end up a pack of idiots (self-described).

Additionally, "Helix" Vill-V initially seems to be the "real" Vill-V due to being closest to the original child they were, the "first" to exist, so to say, and gets described as the body while the others are like spider legs. However, after cutting off more from herself to recreate the others she ends up being "another leg", so it seems the difference was more quantitative than qualitative. She just had more experience and a bigger share of their minds, it seems..?

Another way to look at it is Helix was the host of a regular system with all the potential messiness that implies, but started separating her alters with partitioning for realsies once she could...?

Oh and. The memory of each Vill-V are separate from each other. Within the mindscape Mei can check out everyone's, but in case it wasn't clear, they don't normally share memories and get very confused when they wake up doing something they're unfamiliar with. (Example: Looking over some of Expert's schematics)

Anyway sorry this is kind of a mess, it's complicated for me too, if anyone has additional info I'll edit and fix it.

#asks #honkai impact #hi3 #vill-v #hi3 lore

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Big Questions: Prologue

Featuring: Joule, Mocha, Paprika, Natalia, Lizzie

2.9k words. Full story: 18k words

Joule has just moved to the city, and now she finds herself living with two friendly, pretty, gay, attractive... roommates. When she suddenly shrinks down to five inches tall, will she be able to deal with the consequences while navigating her budding poly relationship?

This prologue chapter is mostly a rewrite of my old story, First Meeting, with some extras leading up to this larger story. The actual shrinking doesn't happen until chapter one, sorry!

[disability, shrinking, lesbian romance, anxiety, polyamory, furries]

>> PROLOGUE (YOU ARE HERE) >> CHAPTER ONE >> CHAPTER TWO >> CHAPTER THREE

MARCH

Joule twisted the four screws that secured the side panel and lifted the dark glass pane, revealing the mismanaged guts of the customer’s computer.

“You said it just won’t turn on?”

“Yeah,” said the customer, a bearded human. “So what’s wrong with it?”

“Let’s find out.”

With deft paws she began excavating the actual components from the tangled mess of unused wires and connectors inside. She started pulling out these pieces, laying the useless things off to the side. As Joule worked she tried hard not to focus on her boss, who was observing the interaction from the sidelines.

Don’t fuck this up, please don’t fuck this up…

She tried to distract herself with small talk. “So… you built this yourself, huh?”

“Yep. Watched a few YouCube videos and followed those. I did everything right, so I think one of the components is busted.”

“Ah.”

She finished digging out the last of the superfluous stuff. “Well the first thing I’m seeing is… all this. Do you know what it is?”

“Those are just the extras, they don’t matter.”

“Extras?”

He made an exaggerated nodding motion. “The extra wires and stuff that came with everything else.”

“So… why are they in here?”

“Because I didn’t want to lose them?”

“Ah, of course.” Joule took a deep breath to regather her patience. Her tail snapped angrily behind her. “Well, now that I’ve cleaned it out a bit, let’s see what we can see.”

She began to pick through the wires and boards, feeling each with the tip of her claw before moving on to the next. She felt electricity thrumming within each one. And then…

“Here we go.”

She plucked up a group of small cables and moved them to another port on the motherboard. “The case’s power button wasn’t connected right. Should work now.”

“Really? I could’ve done that.”

“Well, you didn’t. Thank you for choosing TekRite. By the way,” she handed him the bundle of extra junk. “Keeping this stuff inside the case will cause problems over time.”

“Yeah, whatever. So like, how much are you going to charge me?”

“We don’t charge for quick fixes like this. Just remember us when it actually breaks.”

“Oh, nice.”

The bearded human collected his things and left without another word. Joule sighed as she pulled off the grounding wire attached to her arm, and turned to her boss. “How’d I do?”

Kurt, a balding human in his fifties, was the owner of TekRite: a local computer store tucked in the corner of a strip mall, and the place where Joule had worked for the past week.

“You were a bit snappy with him. But your advice was sound, and you diagnosed the problem quickly. That power of yours is real’ nifty.”

Kurt had already put her through several tests to make sure she could actually detect electrical current as she claimed. Then, for the past week, she had been shadowing him as he showed her the ropes of working at TekRite. This customer was the first real test of what she had learned.

“Sorry sir, I’ll try to be more patient with the customers.”

“See that you do. You’re doing great so far, though. Customer service is the one area you could stand to improve in.”

The rest of the shift was a mix of training and hands-on work with some other broken PCs. She spent most of it hunched over the counters, working on this or that. By the end, her feet and back ached from all the standing. She was glad to finally clock out at the end of her four hours. She enjoyed her job; if only she wasn't so tired at the end of it.

When she had landed this job, Joule had thought for a moment that things were finally going to get easier, at least for a little while. But while she had now secured a job, she hadn’t exactly figured out her housing situation yet.

For the last three weeks since she moved to San Orchidia, she had been sleeping on her cousin Alex’s couch. And while Alex kept saying she could stay as long as she needed, Joule could tell it was wearing on them more and more every day.

Despite all of that, Joule let herself relax just a bit; the next part of her day was bound to me far more pleasant. She checked her watch; eleven o’clock. Plenty of time to walk to the coffee shop.

Several months ago, Joule met Mocha and Paprika in an online gaming community. The three of them had hit it off instantly, and started messaging daily soon after. They had made plans to meet up in person as soon as Joule got into town; plans which had been continuously pushed back as Joule struggled to get her life started in the city.

Now they were finally, finally going to meet.

Joule’s tail flicked back and forth in anticipation; even the pain in her feet wasn’t enough to dampen her spirits. She crossed her fingers, hoping at least this one thing could go well. If it did, she would have at least two friends in the city. She didn’t want to think about the alternative.

Joule followed the directions on her phone as it led her further into downtown, skyscrapers rising higher and higher around her. She spotted the sign for the coffee shop they were to meet at. As she got closer, she checked her messages.

mocha: we are in a booth near the window. im wearing pink, and paprika has red hair <3

With that description in mind, Joule instantly spotted them through the glass, her eyes drawn by a flash of pink and orange: the brunette cowgirl with cream-colored fur was definitely Mocha, wearing a pink cropped blazer and a blouse which had clearly been modified to show a tasteful amount of cleavage. Leaning affectionately against her in the booth was a much shorter orange tabby catgirl who must have been Paprika, wearing a loose white tank emblazoned with the phrase 'THIS MACHINE KILLS FASCISTS.' Her tied-back hair was fiery, long and red and fading to blonde at the tips.

Mocha immediately spotted Joule as she entered through the double doors, and raised her hand in a friendly wave accompanied by a warm greeting smile.

Wow, she’s gorgeous, was Joule’s first thought. She waved back and pointed to the front counter, indicating she was getting a drink before she sat down.

***

“Pap, she’s here,” said Mocha, nudging her girlfriend out of the purring reverie she had sunk into. She gestured with her snout towards the catgirl that had just walked inside, and was now ordering a drink at the counter. Mocha watched her as Paprika stirred awake. As usual, the fashion side of her brain took over as she began critiquing Joule’s appearance.

She’s lanky, the cowgirl thought. That uniform isn’t doing her any favors. And her hair could use some work. Still, I suppose she’s cute in an awkward sort of way…

“Oh fuck, she is hot!” Paprika whispered through her teeth as she smiled. Joule was now approaching, steaming drink in hand. “I told you she would be! Look at that coat!”

Mocha had to agree; if the girl had a defining characteristic, it was her lustrous coat. Light gray, with darker stripes running down the back and patterning the face, and a near-white front-coat. Between the stripes, an undercoat of dark orange shone through in places, most prominently on her pink nose and the tips of her dark, wavy hair.

Mocha began to think her initial assessment of the girl had been a tad unfair. Pap’s right, with a little work she could actually be quite—

Mocha’s train of thought was cut short when the cat stubbed her foot on the wet floor sign and, as she was righting herself, slipped with her other foot in a puddle of coffee. Her feet flew upwards, and her head took their place on the floor.

***

Half a dozen people rushed towards Joule as she fell. It was all she could do to yell “Don’t touch me!”

It came out far more harshly than she had intended, but it worked. Her friends, as well as the barista and several other patrons, stopped in their tracks. Paprika knelt down a few feet away, giving her plenty of space. Joule’s hackles were already standing up from the stress, and her short hair was beginning to tingle and stand straight out.

Okay, now just calm down. You can do that. No need to zap anyone. Joule closed her eyes and began the breathing exercises to ground herself, but it was a paltry effort. Oh god, they think I’m stupid. And an asshole. That’s their first image of me in real life, shouting at everyone when they’re just trying to help me… fuck. She could feel the static buzzing around her now, building in a bubble that would shock anyone who entered.

She heard a voice, saying, “Hey, Joule, are you okay? Can we help at all?”

She opened her eyes. It was Paprika who was speaking. “No!” she replied. “I mean, thank you… I just need to calm down. Then it’ll go away.”

“Alright. I’m Paprika, by the way. It’s so cool to finally meet you!” The tabby gestured upward towards the cow, who was now standing at full height nearby. And—the poor, gay little catgirl couldn’t help but notice—her height was full indeed. She must be over six feet tall, and it’s curves all the way down!

“Anyway,” Paprika continued, “we just wanted to mention that we think your coat is gorgeous! Do you groom it yourself?”

In between her rhythmic in- and exhalations, Joule answered, “Ahh… yeah, I guess. I just… do whatever…” She wasn’t sure how to answer that, even if she wasn’t in the midst of a panic attack—it was taboo to ask a cat how she groomed, even from another cat.

“Interesting,” Paprika said, as if Joule had given an actual answer. “I mostly self-groom, but every once in a while Mocha and I like to go to this salon down the street. They specialize in felines, so they really know how to treat a girl. Which reminds me, today’s feeling like a she/her-kind-of-day for me. Remind me what your pronouns are again?”

“Uhm… yeah, thanks for telling me. She/her.”

“Right, I thought so. Hey, you just got off work, right? Is that your uniform?” The tabby gestured at the unflattering gray shirt and slacks.

“Mm hmm. I wouldn’t be wearing this by choice.”

“Ugh, tell me about it. I used to work at that burger chain, Meat Monarch? Their uniforms were the worst against my fur, so uncomfortable. And the colors did not match at all. Know what I’m talking about?”

“Yeah, for sure… I think your coat is very pretty too, by the way.”

“Aww, thanks! I try.”

Mocha brought down one elegant hand to touch Paprika’s shoulder. “Crisis averted, love. Joule, would you like to join us at the booth?”

Joule opened her mouth to say no, I can’t, I might hurt someone, but she stopped. The bubble of static around her, she felt, was dissipating into harmless background noise. She steadied her breathing and began to stand up once more. Paprika offered a paw, which Joule gladly took, and yanked her up into a tight hug.

“It’s so good to see you, friend!” she said. “Welcome to San Orchidia!”

Joule, confused and then relieved, hugged her back. When Paprika finally let her go, Mocha immediately pulled her into another, somehow even tighter, hug. The cow was every bit as strong as she looked, and even lifted Joule off the ground for a moment.

Joule couldn’t keep a smile from her face. My friends! I’ve finally met my friends!

Leaning over, she examined the dark coffee stain on her work pants with a sigh.

“I wouldn’t worry about that,” said Mocha. “Coffee stains usually aren’t permanent. If you want, I could send you some tips on how to clean it.”

“Would you? I think I’m going to need it.”

“Sure thing. But first, take a seat.” She turned to the barista. “Can you please make her another drink? Of course, just add it to my tab.”

Soon after, they were all seated in the booth.

“Sorry about… all that,” Joule said. She tentatively sipped her new coffee, then grimaced at the heat.

Paprika clearly had no such problems; her own drink was steaming hot as she downed a swig like one might a stein of beer. “It’s all good. There isn’t a single demihuman out there who hasn’t let their aura get out of hand before.”

“I know… doesn’t make it any less embarrassing, especially in a room full of humans.”

Both Mocha and Paprika nodded their understanding to that.

“So your aura is electric?” Paprika asked.

Joule sighed. “Yeah. When I get anxious it builds up around me. Other emotions, too, but that’s the big one. Most of the time it’s not much more than a static shock, but it can be dangerous if I don’t keep a handle on it.”

“Mine is similar—things around me start to heat up. I’ve started a few fires in my day. Burn through a lot of clothes, too.” Paprika rubbed the back of her neck.

Joule offered a commiserate expression, eyes locked on Paprika. After staring for just a moment too long, she collected herself and turned to Mocha. “And you?”

Mocha’s calm, collected demeanor up to now cracked just a little, as she tensed at the question. “Mine is empathetic.”

When Mocha didn’t continue, Joule considered for a moment. “So that’s how you knew when it was safe to approach me?”

“Mm hmm. I can generally read emotions pretty well.” Mocha seemed almost sheepish. “Sometimes my own emotions project onto others. I’m sorry if that makes you uncomfortable.”

“Not at all. Should it?”

With a small smile Mocha said, “absolutely not. I try not to use it, to respect others’ privacy. I’ve had some bad experiences with it, though. Times when I lost control, and accidentally hurt people.”

“Oh… that sounds kind of scary. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. Usually I don’t like to talk about it, but since we were all sharing our auras…”

“Want to change the subject?”

“Very much, yes.”

“Okay. Well, I’ve got to say I’m pretty excited to actually have some demi friends! I’ve only ever met two others before you, and they were just my parents.”

“You came from a pretty small town then?”

“Yeah, a little place about two hours east of here. Something like twelve thousand people. All humans.”

“I know what that’s like,” Paprika said. “I used to live a couple states over, waaay out in bum-fuck nowhere. Luckily I had Bruma, though.”

“Bruma's another demi?”

“Yeah! He’s a wolf, my best friend since forever. He lives here in the city too, you’ll probably meet him at some point if you hang out with me long enough.”

“I hope I do!”

Their conversation spun on from there, shifting towards interests, hobbies, and eventually work. Joule launched into a tirade about her own job, shitty customers, her search for housing, and her undying hatred of all landlords. Both Mocha and Paprika jumped in with their own experiences, complaining about their own past jobs and apartments.

At one point during the conversation, Paprika tried to drink her tea only to find that her cup was empty. “Joule, could you do me a huge favor?”

“Want me to get you another?”

“You read my mind! It’s just that I don’t want to make Mocha get up, and your side of the booth is open…”

“Say no more. What was your order?”

“Hot chai latte with extra spice. Thank you so much! Hate to see you leave, love to watch you go!”

Joule stopped at that last line, utter confusion on her face.

“Just ignore her, Joule, she’s a habitual flirt,” said Mocha.

The tabby raised her hands. “Guilty as charged.”

“Oh… uh, okay.” Joule hoped they couldn’t see her blush through her fur as she returned once again to the counter.

She smiled at the barista, and relayed Paprika’s order. As the barista ran her card she made a silent prayer, hoping it would accept the charge.

The card reader beeped its acceptance, and Joule sighed in relief. She left a sizable tip, and moved to the pick-up counter.

As she waited, she glanced across the room to her friends in the booth. They seem to be talking quite a bit, she thought. About me? I hope not…

She caught Paprika’s eye. The tabby made an exaggerated smile and waved at her. Oh no, they’re definitely talking about me!

Anxiety crept over her. She began replaying every second of their conversation in her mind, searching for anything she might have done to make them dislike her. By the time she was carrying Paprika’s drink back to the table, she was certain they hated her guts over half-a-hundred imagined slights.

They stopped talking as she approached. Joule was unable to make eye contact with either of them as she sat down and slid Paprika her chai.

“H-here you go.”

“Thanks! You’re a real one.” She took a sip. No one spoke for several excruciating seconds.

“So, Joule…” said Mocha. “We had an idea while you were up.”

“An idea?”

Mocha and Paprika each grabbed one of her hands. What the…

“How would you like to move in with us?”

>> NEXT CHAPTER

#writeblr #g/t fluff #furry #sizetumblr #disability #fursona #joule #mocha #paprika #tiny #lit #my lit #gay #poly #trans

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gemsandjunk · 5 months

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god imagine logging on one day and learning:

the amv you made for a relatively niche ship a couple years ago has gotten a huge spike in views out of nowhere

a massive youtuber apparently stole it to put in his video essay because he just couldn't be bothered to watch the actual show???

the only reason people know about this is because some guy dedicated half of a 4-hour long video essay to calling the guy out for never having an original idea in his life.

like genuinely. how do you even begin to react to that

Edit: I am not the op of the amv!!! That is someone else!!! Please don’t spread misinformation!!!

Actual op’s (who is not me) reaction to this:

id in alt text

#hbomberguy #james somerton #nifty’s junk #pls read the edited part I don’t want to get a callout post over this 😭

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hawkepockets · 11 months

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previously on: pepa posting

it’s 1308. by mapping underground optic cables using a lens apparatus based on the VOED, and thanks to a lucky stumble upon a natural shaft in the ground, pepa has discovered an abandoned ancient rata, “rata x,” located not far from rata sum. the arcane council refused to fund an expedition to explore and loot the rata, fearing any disturbance could wake destroyers or cause sinkholes, and the priory respected this decision. so pepa signed on with an inquest archaeology krewe, and undertook the rata x-pedition illegally.

the mood of the krewe was twitchy. the city was partially flooded and entirely unsound. and while pepa was fascinated by the dropped toys, broken-down appliances, and household items left behind by the fleeing inhabitants, the inquest had no interest in sentimental junk. they were nervous about destroyers, tunnel collapses, pitfalls, the inscrutable dark water, and the ancient security systems that might putter back to life just long enough to kill them, and they quickly developed a suspicion amongst themselves that pepa knew about some real treasure down here, and was holding out on them.

which was true! the magnified VOED lens had picked up a faint but still active energy signature in the heart of rata x. based on her observations of rata x’s layout and the modern statics library, pepa made an educated guess that this signature came from the data core crystal of the city library’s computer base, containing all the stored knowledge of this rata. it would be worth a fortune to the right museum head, researcher, or antiquities collector. and pepa didn’t want the inquest to touch it.

the closer the team got to the library, the more they noticed soft scuttling and magma glow in their periphery. there were destroyers down here—just the tiny melter crabs, for now, but in increasing density.

the krewe scaled a wall and picked their way over rooftops & improvised bridges to the roof of the library, where kaskk used a nifty little inquest laser to cut a new skylight where pepa indicated, and pepa was nominated to rappel down & in.

she slid down kaskk’s rope, into the center of the library, which was encrusted with sleeping destroyers like barnacles on every surface. picked her way around them looking for a data crystal, FOUND IT! had to cover her mouth to keep from squeaking EUREKA!!! pumped her fist did a little stompy dance and pocketed it. and heard the rope slap onto the floor behind her as kaskk let go of the other end.

something must have……. happened up there!

slinking for her life, pepa made it all the way to the front door of the library, which slid open on the loudest, screechiest, last-oiled-250-years-ago track—and the destroyers didn’t move. then, a tinny speaker chimed and said “thanks for learning with us,” and a thousand fiery eyes opened to look at pepa.

the inquest krewe was waiting outside the doors to jump pepa, but took their cue to run when she fucking booked it, triggering the ancient defenses as she ran.

behind her, the library wall caved outward like a breached dam, and destroyers flooded the rata’s walkways. several inquest krewe members were pulled under, trampled and burned in the first few seconds. their single heavy fighter, armed with a flamethrower, turned to face the destroyers, who just swam right through their gouts of artificial fire, fell upon the heavy and tore them to shreds. pepa saw that. most of the others made a last-ditch effort to blast open a new exit to the surface, and brought part of the cavern ceiling down on themselves—crushing a lot of the destroyer swarm, to pepa’s benefit.

the end of his braid smoking, his heels and calves sliced and singed by nipping destroyers, and still holding the data crystal, pepa reached the bottom of the small shaft he’d come in through when he first found the rata, gulped the fresh air, and braced his hands on the sides of the shaft, ready to scrabble his way back up like a mole—

and got stabbed in the back. literally. the inquest krewe leader, kaskk, pulled her knife out of pepa, shoved her down, and stepped on her back to help herself up the shaft. pepa might have been able to follow her up before the destroyers swarmed their position, so they could both survive to settle their differences topside, but she was filled with such fierce and sudden hatred that instead she bucked and squirmed around until her teeth could meet in kaskk’s leg. she bit and tore until the other asura fell on top of her, they rolled a few times, and then pepa kicked kaskk down the slope into the onrush of destroyers. she saw kaskk’s face as she died: an expression of hurt surprise, as if they’d been dear friends, instead of enemies who briefly collaborated, giving each other shifty looks the whole time, then wrestled for the right to feed the other to destroyers.

it confused pepa, and never really left him.

he got out, though climbing the shaft with his back ripped open was agony, then in a frenzy kicked rocks and dirt down the mouth of the shaft, tore down brush and saplings to plug the hole (a feeble stopgap against destroyers, if they'd been intelligent enough to take an interest in the shaft, but they were not), and finally, smashed his VOED lens apparatus and jammed the parts into the ground there, twisted antennae and sharp claws of metal signalling “danger” to any passing explorers. he realized he was weeping crazily and tried to wipe the tears away, smearing blood and jungle mud across his face.

and that’s how she went back to rata sum. straight to her rented lab space, to pack what little she kept there and take the closest waypoint to refuge peak. she had already traded the data core to gixx in exchange for novice status and sanctuary in the priory before the arcane eye—or the inquest—noticed anyone had disappeared, or that pepa had acted against the council’s ruling.

and again, by asuran standards, the x-pedition was considered a mixed success. some loss of assistant life, but the objective was met. not an atypical job for the inquest, except for how flagrantly they'd crossed the arcane council. and the data crystal was everything pepa had hoped. pepa even mentioned rata x when trahearne asked, while scouting her for pact commander, whether she had any prior leadership experience.

but pepa knew it was a nightmarish failure, in her gut. she shouldn’t have worked with the inquest at all, and once she had committed herself to it, she should have put some value on their lives.

when trahearne looked into the details of the rata x incident, following “shell shock,” he was appalled. and his horror cracked their friendship apart forever.

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #gw2 commander #pact commander #oc: pepa #pocket talk

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@kresnikscurse

yeah, yeah, world-hopping. she'll wrap her mind around that later... but first, how about this shiny, new cellphone, huh? pascal's practically squeeing!

she's gotta take this baby's communication features for a spin-- to the contact list! she shuts her eyes and scrolls, leaving her test subject recipient up to fate...

...and "ludger" it is.

[txt]: Greetings, denizen of another world! I am but a lone, humble traveler... [txt]: the one and only, Pascal~!!! [txt]: ...Hey, you got those messages, yeah? [txt]: Oh, duh, it says "sent" right there! Nifty!

her texting continues at breakneck speed, fingers flying across the keyboard. she doesn't realize that it's likely blowing their phone up, nor would she care, actually.

[txt]: Anyways, get this-- I TOTALLY just picked your name at random! We should be pen pals and junk, Ludger!

#ic #kresnikscurse #kresnikscurse 01 #pascal when she finds out she didnt get the COOL tales protag with an in-canon cellphone </3

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ota-division · 1 year

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Kira's Thoughts on Kanazawa Division

Wataru Sasaki

"I truly value and respect Wataru-san. He reminds me a lot of my commanding officer back when I was in the army. Even though I'm technically above him due to my rank, I still follow his orders and advice. Truthfully, when the police commissioner recommended me for the rank of 'investigator', I honestly recommended Wataru-san first. Imagine my surprise when I found out that he was one of the ones that recommended me for the position. When I asked him 'why', he stated: "Someone with your smarts and drive deserves to be out on the streets preventing the crime and helping to solve it.""

"I didn't agree with him at the time. If I'm being honest, I still don't. But if he showed that much faith in me, then I suppose I shouldn't let it go to waste. I still defer to his judgment from time to time, though."

Kyler Aaron

"This guy is probably the third American I've met. The first one is the guy he's always guarding, the American Ambassador, whom I see at Chuohku a lot. And the other one is his girlfriend, the American model. Truthfully, I don't know much about any of them. Truthfully, the first time we met was when I was in Chuohku. I was a bit surprised to see him, but I figured he had permission to be there, so I didn't worry about it. Imagine my surprise when I saw him at the police station the next day. Apparently, he works for the FBI."

"He claims he's here to guard the American Ambassador, but... I don't know. I think he's here for more than just that. I've often seen him at his desk on late nights going over something. I caught a glimpse and though I couldn't see much, I did recognize one word, "Commission"."

"...I'll say this now: if he's investigating who I think he's investigating, then he'd best exercise extreme caution. Even when I was serving in the army, I heard rumors about that mysterious group, and they are not ones to be trifled with. ...But then again, if he is thinking of taking on that group, I suppose I should offer him my assistance."

Joey Kurusu

"Argh, this guy. Would you believe me if I told you he and I are often paired together on assignments because we have pretty much the same rank? He's a homicide detective, which is just a prettier, fancier way of saying 'investigator', like me. I wouldn't mind this guy so much if it weren't for the fact that his easygoing attitude makes my job a whole lot harder and more complicated than it needs to be! And I've told him numerous times not to eat in my car, yet he still insists on bringing candy bars, burgers, and other types of junk food in with him!" Kira sighs, trying to calm herself.

"But besides that, he is surprisingly smart. Not surprisingly, he's pretty good with technology. He has a pretty nifty ability of being able to make gadgets and other police surveillance equipment out of nothing. So, he's not too bad. But I still don't want him eating in my car. If I find ants or something in there, I know who to blame!"

Justice Shield

"I shouldn't be surprised three of my colleagues have formed a team together. Their goal doesn't seem to be to win the D.R.B., but instead find out who is responsible for the numerous amounts of killings that have been going on in Japan. Wataru-san seems to think the killer(s) may have affiliated themselves within the D.R.B., so he, Kyler, and Joey have all decided to enter as well."

"I suppose, in a way, this makes them and BoP allies of sorts. Our goal isn't to win the D.R.B. either, as far as I know. If anything, we were sort of forced to enter by the Prime Minister. So, if the six of us face each other, I hope that there are no hard feelings about who wins and who loses. I wish them the best of luck."

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latenitewaffles · 2 years

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Y'know, both sides of my mom's family have lots of undiagnosed ADHD and Autism and it's funny that they're all starting to realize that. Like. On my grandpa's side, they alllll have junk hoarding issues. It's not cause they like hoarding junk, they just get emotionally attached to nifty little trinkets (my great-grandma's basement is full of gadgets that my great-grandpa collected when he was alive. He died 12 years ago, she hasn't had the heart to ask anyone to clear it out for her.)

On my grandma's side, they are ALL nerds. Especially her siblings. Every single one of them has a specific interest. Law, math, agriculture, history, literature, music, art history, and literature again, but they all know lots about each other's interests too.

Both families WILL talk your ear off, and lots of romantic interests have been driven away on both sides because they can't stand the "weirdness"

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krissiefox · 2 years

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(Sorry it’s been so long since I’ve posted any of my Aosth reviews/screenshots. It’s been a very busy month! That being said, onto the review!) Adventures Of Sonic The Hedgehog - Sonic Gets Thrashed! (Screenshots 1 of 3)

This episode has an odd title that doesn't really seem to connect the story at all. It begins with Robotnik speaking with one of his badniks, telling them that he is building a Robotnik themed resort, hoping to lure all the citizens of the planet (must be very large!!) inside, only to close a dome over the place and then force them into slavery. He describes his creation as "nifty" (Hey, that's my word!!) and we also find out that Robotnik once invented an exploding church pew. Even jerks like Robotnik can do good things like protecting Mobius from having churches!

While this is going on, Sonic and Tails are exploring what appears to be some sort of junkyard that they've stumbled across. Tails is spooked by the place and sticks close to Sonic, poor little guy. Sonic finds a sign labeled "Scrap Valley", and I wonder if it is meant to be reference to scrap Brain Zone from Sonic 1. Shortly after he lifts the sign, a flame throwing robot pops up from the junk and starts attacking him and Tails! Just as Sonic is about to fight back, the conflict is broken up by another more humanoid robot who introduces himself as Wallace Ditso. As he shows Sonic his card, a bug lands on Sonic's hand - hopefully it's not Mike Peeeence's fly trying to spy on him! Wallace explains that he and all the other robots here are actually badniks created by Robotnik, but they had defects and he disposed of them in this scrapyard. They banded together to make it their own little home town, but sadly they all also have very low self-esteems, feeling that they are failures simply because they aren't skilled at doing what Robotnik designed them to do. One example we meet is a large pig-like robot named "Chef Wolfgang Puke" who was supposed to be a chef for Robotnik, but well....he offers Sonic a dish called "rotten egg and maggot surprise", which makes poor Tails toss his cookies and Sonic almost does as well! I was kind of surprised to see this show go that far into gross-out humor, but I'm not complaining! It's great! :D

As Sonic excuses himself away from the Chef's "food" offerings, he notices Robotnik's blimp flying overhead and decides to investigate. He enters the blimp by disguising as a pizza delivery man. This is a cute scene where we get to see Grounder excited to have some pizza and running with scratch to find coins in the couch so they can give Sonic a tip. But it's also got the biggest writing flub in this episode - Grounder eventually realizes that the delivery guy is Sonic, and says "robots don't eat!" even though we *just* saw him saying he wants to eat pizza because he's hungry (plus we've seen Scratch eating food in other episodes as well).

Shortly after he's found out, Sonic manages to drop the badniks through a trapdoor, but then Robotnik enters the room and tracks Sonic with bindings against the wall. Robotnik explains his plans to enslave all of Mobius with his Robotnik resort. He also mentions flooding Scrap Valley to turn it into a swimming lagoon, and Sonic is angered by this as well, pointing out that there a re good robot folks living there, ones he created himself, but Robotnik doesn't care. As he leaves Sonic alone with his badniks (it's not explained how they go back up into the blimp), Sonic tricks grounder into releasing him from his restraints. When Scratch walks in , he just waves hello to Sonic, who politely asks him to let Robotnik know he's escaped. I love these funny moments when Scratch just doesn't give a shit about following Robotnik's orders and just goes with the flow. :D Robotnik pushes the two of them into helping him pursue Sonic up to the top fo the blimp where Sonic tricks the Doc into shooting the balloon with a harpoon, making it crash as Sonic escapes. This scene does bring to mind the fact that for a few episodes now, Sonic actually has started making insulting remarks about Robotnik's weight, and I always have mixed feelings about this sort of thing. Objectively, body shaming is a shitty thing to do, but it's also hard for me to have sympathy for someone having their body insulting if they themself do not respect the bodies of others (such as how Robotnik frequently assaults and imprisons people). I feel it's important to choose our battles which is why for example, I'm always going to go after someone for making fun of some innocent chubby little kid before I'd after someone for making a "small hands" joke about trump (whom himself always body-shames others).

Sonic returns to Scrap Valley to warn his new friends about Robotnik's plans, but sadly just as he does, A demolition robot arrives and destroys everybody's homes. The townsfolk are heartbroken but Sonic inspires them with a motivational speech and they all band together to sneak into Robotnik's resort and sabotage the place.

The next morning, Robotnik is performing an opening ceremony for the resort, but he is in for a surprise! All sorts of things go wrong with the presentation, due to the sabotage. his slideshow photos are replaced with photos of him dressed in a pig costume (is Robotnik a fursuiter?) and also a photo of him in the shower! I have to wonder what peeking tom took snuck into his bathroom and took that photo. Eventually Robotnik cuts the ribbon and the beams the ribbons were holding up instantly collapse, destroying the resort. Sonic then records Robotnik loudly announcing that he had planned to enslave the audience, causing them to boo the Doctor and throw tomatoes at him. Robotnik tries to flood Scrap Valley just to spite Sonic, but his plumbing has also been sabotaged, so he jsut ends up soaking the debris of the resort. Wallace gets the idea to rebuild a new town for his friends on top of what remains of the resort village, giving Sonic and Tails' new friends a pretty happy ending. :) In the Sonic Says segment, Sonic teaches Tails about caring for the environment by being less wasteful and fixing old items rather than throwing them out. A good lesson!

This was a real cool episode that expands the world of the badniks lives and also can have many parallels to real world social issues such as people with disabilities getting mistreated by authority figures. The revelation of a town of abandoned badniks further drives my hope that maybe one day Scratch, Grounder and Coconuts will realize they don't need Robotnik or have to listen to him, and can go off to live their own happy lives instead. I also give it bonus points for having some cool gross-out jokes, neat new characters, and some cute moments for Tails and the badniks as well. :)

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