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sydmarch · 1 year

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Who is Angus to Evrart?

full dialogue of the scene that line is from:

You - "Tell me about Titus Hardie and his crew."

Evrart Claire - "Oh, they are simply fine young men -- all seven of them! Exemplary Union members. Always working to advance their position in the local socialist-democratic movement. Core members."

Evrart Claire - "Old Theo used to run them, but things really *kicked into gear* when Titus took the reins and named the group after himself." He starts laughing. "Gotta love his initiative." You - "What more can you tell me? Who's second in command? Who's the most violent?"

Evrart Claire - "Harry, they're almost all of them *great* guys, born leaders. Whatever happened, I'm sure they only had the best interests of Revachol in mind."

Evrart Claire - "Work with them -- hell, interview them! But don't fight them. They really are just like you -- men who like beer, women, and some *order* on the streets."

Half Light - Separate one from the herd. You - "So let me ask you this... Which one of Hardie's boys is your least favourite?"

Evrart Claire - "Oh, that would definitely be Fat Angus. His feet smell from a city-block away and he's always having noisy stomach troubles. Horrible, revolting guy."

You - "So let's say something happens to Fat Angus... let's say a citizen's arrest..."

Evrart Claire - "You would die, Harry," he says, grinning. "You would die and in the process start a bloody and completely unnecessary war between the Débardeurs' Union and the Citizens Militia."

Evrart Claire - "Angus, his ever-growling stomach, and his smelly feet are all part of the Union. You have as much right to *arrest* him as he has to arrest you... "

Evrart Claire - "...actually less, because it's his home and his backyard. You are a guest here, Harry. Please remember that."

Evrart Claire - "Oh Harry..." He starts laughing. "This is getting real grim and there's no need for that. We are friends." He sits back and looks you in the eye with a wide smile.

i love thinking about this dialogue in comparison to when you get his real opinion on the hardies:

Evrart Claire - "Harry, I bugged her cabin. I bugged her whole boat. I had cameras surveying her boat. Hell I even wanted to bug that thermal cup, but my boys advised against it."

Savoir Faire - They must have done it while Joyce was busy questioning the locals. You - "So you've been listening to our conversations all the time?"

Evrart Claire - "Not me personally..." he stretches his arms like a discus thrower. "I had guys recording and processing this information for me." You - "The Hardie boys?"

Evrart Claire - "Hell no!" he exclaims. "They'd fuck it up. They can't do anything right. I mean my *real* boys. My special task force boys."

Kim Kitsuragi - "Where are these boys?"

Evrart Claire - "They sure as hell aren't hanging out in the open with beers in their hands for the cops to question." He bursts out laughing. "They're pros, Mr. Kitsuragi."

he doesn't like angus & doesn't even like or trust the hardies as it turns out! and yet i do 100% believe that he meant it when he said harry would die & it would start a war between the rcm and the union. not because he really cares about the hardies personally but because it would reaffirm the union's power/obviously they would have to respond to something like that. but finding knowing his true thoughts about the hardies casts an interesting light on this convo:

You - "The remaining mercenaries are organizing a tribunal to take on the Hardies."

Evrart Claire - "Tribunal?" He appears aghast. "That sounds *serious* Harry. We Union men should be *shitting* ourselves..." He rubs his chin and smiles suddenly: "I wish you hadn't told me that. I'm gonna lose *sleep* over this. Let's change the subject."

Empathy - He's clearly happy about the tribunal.

You - "You don't *seem* too worried about it." Evrart Claire - "Oh, Harry, what do I *really* think about the tribunal? You're trying to climb to second base with old Evrart before you've even courted him properly."

obviously he's happy about the tribunal because his end goal is to start a war with wild pines but there's a total lack of concern for the hardies both here where they come up specifically or for the union in general when discussing the prospect of a war with harry:

You - "Have you ever heard what two Giant Seraise Hornets can do to an entire colony of bees? They destroy it."

Evrart Claire - "I have. It's a great story, Harry." He nods. "Did you also know how the bee colony kills the giant hornet? They swarm and blanket it entirely, until it suffers a *massive heat stroke* and dies." Empathy - He crosses his hands, contently, thinking of the interior temperature of the wasp rising. Endurance - They cook it alive in its exoskeleton.

Evrart Claire - "Harry, we outnumber them fifteen hundred to one. And that's just Martinaise. With all the unions in Revachol -- and with public opinion on our side -- we can hold off two men. Or fifteen men. Or even fifty men."

Evrart Claire - "The more they send, the worse it's going to look for them. They made a *huge* mistake hiring those guys. *No one* likes foreign mercenaries. The leftists hate them, the fascists hate them, even the moralists think they're *in bad taste*."

is he really just that confident in the union? does he view the hardies specifically as expendable because he doesn't have much faith in them? or are his real thoughts more along the lines of "yeah people are probably gonna die but if that's what it takes then so be it"? we already know he's willing to kill if need be but i'd imagine he'd view tiphaine holly (an ineffective leader who's his direct opponent) differently from the members of the union he's supposed to be looking out for... we can never get his opinion on the tribunal after it happens (screams cries throws up) but i could see him being overall satisfied with the outcome.

Evrart Claire - "What was always going to happen. We take the harbour and she fucks off to Ozonne, uncorks a bottle of wine, calls her partners and says they need to distance themselves from this nasty business before the big shit spinner splashes everyone."

Evrart Claire - "Only difference is the Union doesn't have to lose 2,000 men to machine gun fire."

like, 3-7 deaths compared to 2,000? anyways this is so much more than the question you actually asked i just love to think about my fucked up little guy.

#sorry it took me so long to answer this i planned on just a quick response then i started thinking abt his relationship to the hardies #overall & THEN i was thinking part of the hornet convo was relevant here (it was not) so i had to go down the did you order the hanged man #killed conversation and that. um. distracted me. anyway LOL #ACTUALLY i changed my mind as i kept writing the post after writing my first few tags hornets were relevant actually. w for me #anon #ask #de #disco elysium #evrart

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seolhe · 2 months

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Top 5 of your original characters! 😀

Ah, where to start! This obviously tends to change a lot, so this is just a reflection of whichever idiots stand out to me at the moment! 1 + 2: Lotus and Hadriel:

Lotus (left) and Hadriel (right) really examplify that black cat/golden retriever relationship dynamic. Lotus is a bit of an ice queen, left a little emotionally stunted by a tough childhood, and also a master of snark. Hadriel on the other hand is a chaotic disaster bisexual, party boy supreme and notorious manslut 😂 Lotus might think Hadriel is an obnoxious idiot, but he is HIS obnoxious idiot.

These are my go-to comfort characters, and I often fall asleep playing scenes of domestic fluff or snarky banter between them in my head. Also, Hadriel is by far my favourite character to draw, and the character I bring up the most in casual conversations. He's just FUN!

Dropping this beautiful drawing you did of them here as a bonus. Look at my precious babies! 🥰 3: Sabreas

Sabreas may have been born as an outlet for a past hyperfixation with the history of eunuchs (imagine the internet search history that left me with!), but he's grown into so much more than that. If nothing else, he is prime punching bag material! Life serves him a lot of genuinely horrible, tragic garbage, but he's just enough of a spoiled brat that you don't feel too bad punching down on him. Sabreas is all righteous anger and brittle pride, motivated by pure spite. He's also one of the rare characters of mine that get to have some genuinely badass magic powers, which definitely adds to his coolness factor!

4. Tala

Tala is a relatively new addition to the cast of characters rotating in my brain, but she's been occupying my mind a lot lately. Tala is Sabreas wife, and although their marriage began as a politically motivated arranged union, they end up developing a very beautiful partnership. Tala is a woman who knows what she wants, and she's not afraid to get it, so when she decides that what she wants is Sabreas, he really doesn't stand a chance (I think she and Relonia would get along well! ((I also think they should kiss)))😁

5. Kharim

The thing I love most about this guy is his dynamic with Sabreas. Sabreas really tests his patience at times, especially throughout those edgiest, brattiest late teenage years, but Kharim can't deny he gets a kick out of goading him on. At the same time, there's definitely a certain amount of respect there. While Kharim may be Sabreas's superior (and also able to physically squash him like a bug), Sabreas's powers make those power dynamics more than a little blurry, and it's a good thing they're both just honourable enough to respect the terms of their contract. Also, the danger kinda turns him on.

Commission by @chotomy who captured these idiots and their dynamic perfectly! 🥰 Thank you for allowing me to ramble about my idiot children! I love them all so much! ❤

#silvysartfulness #my art #my ocs #long post

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greenlikethesea · 9 months

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College AU!

ahhhhh, the college AU! the basic premise of this one is that eddie and chrissy have been dating since freshman year, but she breaks up with him before senior year because she has discovered she's gay. they try to be friends but it's increasingly difficult, especially since she meets robin and tries to pursue her immediately. now that they're pushed together all the time, he and steve, after a misunderstanding, start to get to know each other, and eddie figures out that the whole "bisexual" thing is not a phase after all. featuring gay steve, for a fun reversal of tropes!

here's a snippet from that one:

All that hair, all that golden skin, tight, pert ass and thighs like that? Pretty face like that with that ski slope nose, those pretty lips, those big brown eyes? Bit of a tummy, broad shoulders? Chest hair poking out of his polo, probably more where that came from? Eddie…well, he doesn’t know what he wants to do. He wants to touch, that much is true. But guys like this make Eddie nervous.

“Hey there,” the guy says, waving. “I’m Steve. What’s your name?”

All of a sudden, Eddie doesn’t have a name. He’s never had a name in his life. He’s always existed as a nameless entity, floating through this world. He’s certain he looks both bright pink and dull as ditchwater.

“His name is Eddie,” Chrissy says, his saving grace. “It’s just a lot for him right now.”

“That’s fine, I get it,” Steve says. A conspiratorial grin spreads on his face. “Eddie, have you ever watched RuPaul’s Drag Race?”

Eddie freezes, and not just because Steve’s magnetizing attention is on him. He’s not opposed to drag at all – but he’s much more of a Rocky Horror Picture Show kind of guy than a RuPaul guy. He’s never watched a single second of this show, and he knows he should have, because it’s been on for a kajillion years and Gareth’s always bugging him to just try it out, it’s funny, you’ll have fun, c’mon Eddie, and fuck, he’s going to fail the Queer Student Union and they’re going to kick him out and never let him back in –

“No,” Eddie blurts out, because he’s always been a shit liar. Oh well, it was nice while it lasted. “My roommate and his boyfriend watch every week, but I’m not really into it.”

Steve…breathes a sigh of relief? “Oh thank God. Eddie, you’re my new favorite person. See, Robbie, there are sane people on this planet!”

“Just because you’re the only gay guy on planet Earth who doesn’t watch it,” Robin shouts from the other side of the room.

“No one told me that it was a requirement of membership,” Steve shouts back. His focus isn’t leaving Eddie. His eyes are brown, but they’re not dark like his own eyes – they’re light, almost hazel, warm and glittery. “Did they tell you, Eddie?”

#asks #thank you for asking!

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vulturereyy · 1 year

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@grollow bribed me to make a lurimol fanchild but now I love her >:(

Everyone... meet Mettah!

(This will be dumped from discord conversations so forgive the pacing but)

her name is Mettah and she's a damselfly who was lurien's. Unsure if I'm going to make hegemol her bio dad or not. Also lurien was ready to cut a bitch at any moment while gravid and he hated it (but doesnt regret having mettah for a second)

even if like lore wise who cares a beetle and a damselfly can have a kid, as much as heg really really wants a child of his 'own' it's not as important to him as lurien's safety, and given their size difference, i feel like he'd . be like hey maybe we should. like. not. have me um. sire you.

Also probably very easy to parent through the larval stages when your child will be confined to the bathtub for a couple years ashffh very glad I made my lurien have essentially his own private hot tub for a bath. Will have to temporarily put baby in a nice bucket though when they have to bathe for real.

thinking about Lurien sitting at his easel with Mettah in his lap and he's got her own set of finger paints in cups in front of her while his brushes and paints are off on his side table, and she's smearing all the colors on his canvas while he adds details and lines and helps fill in the shapes

Lurien is the one who names her because after she hatches he gets very emotional seeing their little larvae swimming around and he's just like. "Mettah."

And Hegemol tilts his head curiously as he drapes a warm towel over lurien's shoulders.

"Their name. Mettah. It's going to be Mettah. I heard it over, over, and over again when I was carrying them. Mettah."

An Hegemol gives a low, surprised rumble, and before he can respond Lurien's cutting in again, "--I--I should have asked you. My apologies. This is something that should be mutual--"

But Hegemol just reaches over with a gloved hand to turn Lurien to face him, get him out of his own hands, and lowers his head to be more eye level, "You owe no apologies. ...Mettah." He turns and looks at the larvae, who is watching them from the pool. "...I think that's a beautiful name. And it seems they like it too, hm?"

AND ALSO i think Lurien does essentially give her a homeschooled 'formal' education in the arts, I think she grows into an extremely skilled painter like he is, and she never resents this, but when she's starting to come more into her own wings she's like. Hey father i love painting the city with you. But i want to make FREAK SHIT ‼️ and goes headfirst into making outsider-esque art and uses all of her knowledge of the art rules to break them, and also starts using her art to promote propaganda for like. bug unions and shit as hallownest rebuilds itself.

And lurien couldn't be more proud of her.

I am too sleepy to draw but I also had an idea that they'd adopt a beetle girl named Bronwyn or Brunhilde, and she's the daughter of Gytha, Hegemol's first squire, who he is very, very close to. Who ends up a single parent essentially and realizes very early on that she can't do this and honestly very much does not wish to, and wants to give her kid a better life. She knows her mentor is a brooding mother hen, so she gives her off to him and instead helps out and visits often. But the child is raised by heg and lurien essentially.

Hegemol: Lurien my beloved what do you think about a second chi-- put the knives away i should have started with 'adopting'

#lurimol #mighty hegemol #lurien the watcher #fanchild #oc: Mettah #my art #damselfly #god im in it now arent i #hegemol gets a shirt that says i love my communist daughter #[noble voice] “WHY is sir hegemol's daughter shouting from the rooftops about taking back wages?”#“Who do you think taught her to do that???”#she throws rocks at the soul sanctum windows in her free time #mallowdraws

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cursedwithgloriouspurpose · 11 months

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Just to put it out there, this is the post that set this off though I've been seeing shit like this for weeks. I'm not reblogging it because I don't want to directly spread this.

Can't believe I have to say this, but: AO3 is not an inherently community properties. It is a Non-Profit Organization that was begun and organized by people with certain ethos in mind; in a very condensed nutshell, the freedom to write and share any and every kind of fic, no matter what subject matter it contains. Period. They wrote the charter to suite their ideals, funded it alongside like-minded individuals, and manned it for many years. People who believe in the dream that they set up are the ones largely running the show now (a few founding members may still be around, though I'm not sure about that,) but so far that ethos has remained in tact.

While AO3 was always meant to serve the community (and they do,) it was never meant to be run by anyone who does not share their ethos. That's why actively contributing to the organization itself--ie, through volunteering, and/or donating--is a requirement for having a say in what the archive does. You do not get to vote on board elections if you are not involved. You do not get to be on the board if you do not do these things. That is how all non-profits work. A non profit is not a union (and outside of possibly the original vote to organize, no union I've ever heard of allows non-union members to vote on union procedure, policy, or in elections.)

One of the reasons why this is true is that anyone who doesn't agree with the founding tenants of absolute free speech, no matter how vile that speech may be, will not stick with the organization long enough to change things internally--that is a feature, not a bug.

Why? In this case, because of that ethos. Because of the fic bans and the purges that the idea for AO3 was born out of, which always stemmed from "concerned individuals" and calls for "morality." Completely unironically, because of all the shit that's happening to regular libraries across the US right now. Essentially, because of all the things AO3 was always meant to stand against.

God fucking damn but am I tired of this latest round of anti nonsense disguising itself as "Proship" and "Anti-racist" and "Anti-harassment" in order to try and drive a wedge between AO3 and its donors. I've seen this song and dance before. We all have. It used to be "child porn" and "think of the children," and now its "harassment," and "abuse!" Ie, the exact things that the modern lefty is hard programmed to fall into line behind without actually considering the evidence.

People please read through this shit critically before just assuming its valid. Note the lack of actual, clearly displayed and easily legible proof*. How all the "I've complied everything in one page!!!" posts seem to just be paragraphs after paragraphs of conjecture and vague statements without, again, any goddamn proof (except, maybe, a list of links entirely removed from context, appended to the bottom.) Be critical of authoritative statements about how things "should" be run without any sense of where that authority is coming from, and the lack of solid answers (or even suggestions) as to how the problems should be fixed in any way that isn't "Fire everyone I've decided is responsible for this (again, without proof,) and replace them with people who want to completely rewrite the ethos of the site to allow bans on content that everyone (and by 'everyone,' I mean me, the speaker) agrees is objectionable."

There is an alarming number of parallels I've been seeing lately re: how people are currently attacking AO3 and how bad actors in various states are forcing through book bans. Please be mindful.

*"easily legible" is kind of a weird phrasing, but i can't think of a better one. What I mean, specifically, is a good 90% of the "proof" links I've found are all links to mid-page comment streams on anonymous wank boards which mostly start mid-conversation, effectively removing them from their original context, and never site any sources of their own. Literally everything is He Said/She Said levels of bullshit with some corporate buzz words tossed in to make it sound more valid than it is.

#call out culture nonsense #i thought we left this behind in 2016 #ffs #i really wish people would stop couching things in the language of 'abuse'#suspending someone you think is involved in an attack is not abuse #it is LITERALLY responding to the problem you say you want them to respond to #also the Legal team IS the team that should be interpreting the TOS #that is literally their thing #The TOS is a legal document #someone without a legal background should not be interpreting it

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chocolaichigoichie · 5 months

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I am longing for you.

Re-reading all the posts I've posted below, clearly tells how I have progressed as a human, as a soul. I definetely learnt, a lot.

It might sound cringe, but love is indeed something indescribable. It is beyond words. Love helps me learn, experience, and evolve. I acknowledge my flaws and sins which made me grow into me today.

Newest version of me is all about spirituality, the thing I never have drawn before, ever. Crazy how life can turn its direction.

But, looking back the line, it is not some random set of events. The feelings have been always there: to help people, to touch their hearts (whatever it meant back then). It is all to make the mature me today, to support me fulfilling the pre-birth purpose in this lifetime: Tarot Reader.

I thought I would be fit to work as a diplomat or delegates in humanitarian agencies (also in International scale, just because I love being indulged in diversity). Turns out, I still can bring off my desire to stay in touch with those values. Not as the dream I used to think, but as the whole another level of mission.

I love this. I love doing my job, events I got questioned a lot. Haha. I know this is far from conventional. But I feel like home. Just like when I meet you, my divine masculine. <3

Life doesn't stop here when I finally found my purpose. It starts its hardest cycle: in union with you.

Being in this line makes me realize how hard the path is. They said it is the mission I particularly picked myself before I was actually born. Wth did I think lololol. It is indeed a beautiful journey, yet, so, so, so painful. Not gonna lie, I cried more often than I usually did (when I got heartbroken). This is really, indeed, excruciating.

I somehow feel that, this leads to a wiser me, with a lot of patience, to face a greater challenge ahead.

This Twinflame journey is making me beyond crazy. Hahahaha The longing feeling is indefinable. It is non-stop flowing from my heart chakra. Even now, when I am thinking about you. It is a 24/7 connection. "I wonder when," is the question that always bugging me. Am I not patient enough? What else I have to learn? What should I do? I know I have to be patient, surrender, and having faith to God, completely. The 30th birthday I had yesterday just hit another sadness button in my heart. I am so lonely yet not. Because I know you are connected with me.

Pamulang. 3/12/2023. 21:32

#twin flame #love #you

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wannabepapa · 1 year

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ngl u three r pretty damn cute. but if u want prompts i love when someones gotta birth quietly in the same room as ur baby daddy or other people. feel free to make it about u three if u want

Shit. Not tonight—not when we were supposed to be at this wedding for the next six hours. I thought it was braxton hicks that I had been dealing with for the last two weeks and didn't mention it. Except I was very wrong when I felt my first actual contraction wake me this morning. Luckily I was able to sneak out of bed not long after to the bathroom.

"You definitely picked the worst time little nugget." I mutter, a hand groping around my tender stomach. I had dropped days ago with no labor in sight. It wasn't uncommon for pregnancies to go past the due date so none of us worried when mine passed by. The wedding didn't seem like it would pose a problem at that point, now I'm not so sure. I knew I should have told Marin or E right after they woke up but we had hours before it was push time. First baby and all everyone said to expect to be in active labor before even thinking about going into transitional labor.

Sitting through the ceremony had been mildly uncomfortable—the cramping had gotten old as it took my focus away from the actual ceremony and left my stomach aching. I feel someone's head nuzzle against my neck, pulling me from my discomfort if only for a moment to kiss their head. A hand reaches over the apex of my bump and I see the little cuddle bug is E which elicts a soft smile. He loved the belly and the little nugget that made me turn into a beached whale so much. It was endearing to see how attentive and loving they were to the baby, especially after twenty weeks when the baby started moving.

"You okay?" they whisper low enough only I could hear. His hand rubs my belly absentmindedly—likely in attempts to rouse the babe from their slumber. Right as I was going to answer my muscles contracted, distorting my stomach as it squeezed my room terribly tight. My suit jacket had thankfully hidden how boxy it became though my restrained grunt raised E's and Marin's attention. Her hand founds its way to my protrusion quickly, snaking under the panels of my jacket to feel around curiously.

"Are these real contractions?" her tone is hushed but I can hear the concern lacing it. We had two whole weeks of false contractions that had us all walking on eggshells. Compared to what I was dealing with now those were a breeze. I didn't want to look Marin in the eye and lie—it felt so wrong to keep this from either of my partner when it came to the health of our baby.

"No" my stomach twisted with guilt. It was still early, I could pull this off. The climax of the contractions came and went to bringus back to the finishing of the ceremony. They graciously helped me stand from the folding chair as the newlyweds walked down the aisle with bright smiles and joyful laughter. Everyone clapped and hollered for their happy union before slowly they all filed out after the pair to head to the reception. More sitting and dreading of the next five hours pretending to have fun while my unborn child is rushing to be born.

Hour one was easy to play along in fake excitement. I was too big to go on the dance floor and everyone was milling about to greet everyone. Some friends and family came over to check on me, giving the bump a rub for good luck while gushing about how handsome I looked. This would be a piece of cake.

Hour two took a turn. I seemingly had a hot fash and had to shed the jacket to not feel as if I were suffocating. I looked a mess—shirt clinging to my chest thanks to the sheer size they became over the course of nine months and my back slick with sweat. Baby hairs were pasted to my neck and forehead, beading sweat dripping off me as everyone around was too busy dancing to pay enough mind.

E and Marin had been on the dance floor for the last half an hour throughly enjoying themselves. Every time they came in my line of sight, seeing them laughing and holding each other, made me wish to join them. With how cumbersome I became early in pregnancy there were many things we couldn't all do together—dancing being one of them. At home I would sit in my rocker surrounded by pillows while I watched them slow dance looking so in love. It was a dream.

"Shit." I groan quickly, gripping the edge of the table as my body was rocked again. Three minutes, that's not good. I could feel th frustration of the baby as they were crushed again, knowing full well I was going to get the crap kicked out of me for messing with their comfortable home. Both hands are rubbing circles around the tight orb begging for the pain to end so I could get to the bathroom. My body was slick with sweat and clammy from the stress of labor. Through the stabbing pain I force myself to stand, a hand holding my painfully low middle that threatened to topple me forward. No one was focused on me—they were all going about the hall, laughing gleefully as if there was nothing to care about. I out myself in this position so there was no pity.

Grunting, groaning, just about any noise you could imagine to come from me tumbled out as the slow penguin shuffled commenced to the bathroom. The pressure having built throughout the night brought tears to my eyes with each movement. My hips were on fire, a deep ache in my pelvis was going to drive me crazy. I felt both stubborn and woefully needy for help as my eyes scanned the dance floor for my lovers. Finally making it to the French doors to lead out to the hallway something inside me popped. "Oh shit."

Color drained from my face as my heart began pounding in my ears. No sight of them. They had to be somewhere, but where? Frantic hands reach for my phone in my soaked pants to send and SOS. I had to bite back an animalistic growl as the text was sent into the group chat. Hopefully one of them had their cell to see where I wondered off to. I couldn't stay here but I also didn't know if I could get out the door to make it to the bathroom. It felt like something was threatening to split me in half, the intense pressure building deep within as I grit my teeth to hold back. I barely managed to put my full weight against the door, unsteady feet trying to make purchase in the tiled hall to privacy. I came up short when my knees buckled just outside the door where I caught myself against the door jam. Tears were freely falling as I felt a burning pressure that forced my body to push. No baby. Wait for mama and daddy, please wait..!

I don't know whose arms hooked under my armpit to haul me from my hunched position or how I had suddenly been blinded by a harsh florescent light. No thoughts were important right now. I had staved off labor for too long. I needed to keep pushing now. I held onto whoever was my savior, using them as a counter weight to fall into a deep squat to push again. My clothes felt constrictive—were they this tight earlier today? I was being suffocated by my clothes with some stranger that has to witness someone giving birth. Poor thing.

"Lock the door Mar." Wait. I know that voice. My eyes, unfocused and blurry from stinging tears and sweat, look up to see E. My darling partner with his concerned face looking both terrified and focused all at once. In another moment I hear the lock of the door latch and clicking of heels rushing back to us. Marin— I take a heaving breath before a blubbering sob slips out with incomprehensible apologizes for lying. They both hush me gently, two sets of hands making work getting my sweat and waters soaked clothes off. This wasn't exactly in the birth plan but it didn't matter right now. I had both my partner—the loving parents to this nugget—holding me in their arms as we sway in place waiting for another contraction. I was going to be scolded later. That's okay, they're here now. I'm not alone.

My breath hitched as another burning urge to push overcame me that put me down in a low crouch again. E held fast with Marin kneeling behind me to rub my back, both whispering encouraging words as I put my all into this push. The baby's head was slowly inching its snail pace down my birth canal—I was so close. I could feel myself spreading farther than I thought I could handle. Whimpering and begging for it all to stop I felt soft hands press into my lower back to massage the aching muscles. It was euphoric, a kind gesture that gave me some more to anchor myself for this final push. Letting out a guttural scream I bore down with the little strength I had left, the baby rushing downward until their head fully crowned to spread me painfully wide. I gasped in surprised at the sensations—it was the worst I had ever felt but it was all worth it. We were having a baby. A perfect symbol of our love that would be the stepping stone of our huge family.

"The head, I see the head!" I hear her choked with emotions. She cupped the head with both hands while my body shook in effort. Now I needed to be careful. Little pushes, can't let myself tear and scare anyone. It took all my remaining focus and energy to only let myself push bit by bit. I felt the head bulging out of me, the nose moving and pressing down me, until finally it came to climax with the head finally popping free of me. "Oh my god look at all that hair..!"

In minutes the baby was out and whimpering when I collapsed into E's arms. I felt so empty now and weak. One second I was being cradled then the next I was resting against someone and something was put into my arms. No, not something, the baby. They were bundled up in my shirt wriggling and whimpering at the new world they were brought into. An absolutely perfect little being was in my arms, I was surrounded by the loves of my life who were crying and cooing at our first born, and everything was absolutely perfect. Except the hollow feeling in my belly that made me ache.

"I want another. As soon as possible."

#;ask and ye shall receive #g's writing #labor #polyamory preg #darling e #cutie pie #overdue birth #;do i leave it at this? yeah why not #;unless someone decides they want more then i'll continue from here #;sorry it took so long to write nonnie it has been a rough 2023 #nonnie #nonbinary pregnancy

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sickstarlight · 1 year

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96.*trying to rub stomach discretely* "No, my stomach is cramping like crazy." & 39. “Do you think he caught that bug that’s been going around?” for any male character please? thank you ❤️

Kellan can tell something is wrong; Aiden is uncharacteristically quiet throughout the whole club meeting, and he looks tense and uneasy, sitting in the back corner with his shoulders hunched and his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his jacket. Every now and then, a pained look flickers over his face, but for the most part he keeps his expression blank, staring at the floor while the others talk.

After the meeting, he lingers in the doorway, waiting for Aiden to catch up. “Hey,” he says quietly, keeping his voice low so no one else except maybe Melanie will hear him. “Are you doing okay?”

Aiden manages a strained smile that turns into a grimace. “Actually, no,” he admits, rubbing his stomach surreptitiously through the lining of his jacket. “My stomach is cramping like crazy right now.”

“Oh, no,” Melanie frets, reaching for his arm. “You should have said you were sick!”

“Think it must have been something I ate,” Aiden says, and laughs weakly. “Probably my own fault.”

“Yeah, if you weren’t always stuffing your face with junk food, maybe this wouldn’t happen,” Kellan teases lightly, and punches Aiden in the shoulder. “Come on, you should get home if you’re not feeling well.”

“I still wanna hang out with you guys, though,” he protests, shaking his head.

“So we’ll come over to your place,” Melanie says, shrugging. “That way you’re already at home if you start to feel worse, and you can just tell us to piss off whenever you want.”

“You guys don’t have to…” Aiden says, and then whimpers a little, hugging himself tighter with both arms as his face twists up in pain. “Ugh — sorry — hurts…”

“You’re clearly not up for hanging out at the union, anyways,” Kellan says firmly, taking his other arm to lead him towards the campus train station. “Let’s get you back home.”

They're halfway to the station when Aiden falters and stops, breathing hard as he clutches his stomach with both hands, no longer trying to be subtle. "Oh, fuck," he gasps. "I think I'm gonna hurl."

Melanie squeaks and covers her mouth; Kellan takes a step back without letting go of Aiden's arm. "Okay, uh, just..." he says awkwardly. "Over here, in the grass, not on the sidewalk."

Aiden stumbles after him into the grass, eyes screwed shut and mouth pressed into a tight line as he tries to steady his breathing. Kellan rests a hand on his shoulder from behind and feels him shudder as he doubles over to retch, dry-heaving a few times before he manages to cough up a mouthful of sick that splatters the ground at his feet.

"Gross," Kellan comments, wincing slightly, and rubs his hand over Aiden's back.

"Sorry," Aiden manages, before he vomits again.

Kellan looks over at Melanie behind his back, and she grimaces. They wait quietly for a few moments while Aiden catches his breath before she gently suggests, "Do you think you're done?"

"Uh," Aiden says, straightening, and brushes his hair back from his forehead with one hand. "I think so, for now." He looks even more like shit than before, his face very pale and sweat breaking out across his brow, but he manages a shaky smile at them both.

Kellan isn't encouraged. "You think you can make it to the station before you start puking again?" he asks, skeptical.

"I dunno, man," Aiden says, a little sharply, and Kellan cringes. "I don't feel nauseous right now, but it came on kinda suddenly!"

"Sorry," Kellan mumbles, looking away. "I didn't mean..."

Aiden groans, shaking his head. "No, I didn't mean to snap. Come on, let's just go, already, I'm sure you guys are sick of waiting on me."

He does manage to make it to the station without having to stop again, though once they're there he makes a beeline straight for the garbage can. Kellan and Melanie exchange worried looks as they trail after him. "Do you think he caught that bug that's been going around?" Melanie asks in an undertone, and bites her lip. "A ton of people were out in my classes last week."

"I dunno," Kellan says, shrugging, "but he seems like he's in pretty bad shape."

Aiden is leaning over the trash, one arm braced against the edge, when they catch up to him, but he hasn't thrown up again -- yet. "Sorry," he says again, lifting his head a little. "You guys don't have to come with me, I can..." He pauses to swallow hard and take a deep breath. "Get home by myself."

"Don't be stupid," Kellan says, shaking his head. "Of course we're coming with you."

"Someone has to take care of you while you're in this state," Melanie agrees, patting his back with one hand.

"Thanks, you two," he says with a strained smile, and then groans, his shoulders hunching as he clutches his abdomen. "Ugh, fuck--"

He gags and doubles over to vomit into the trash can, bringing up what must be the better part of his lunch in a chunky stream of half-digested stomach contents. Kellan grimaces. “You’re okay, dude, just get it up,” he says as Aiden heaves. “Maybe if it’s something you ate you’ll feel better.”

“God, I hope so,” Aiden pants, wiping his mouth across the back of his hand. “I feel rotten.”

“Well, once we get you home, you can get into something more comfortable and lie down with a hot pack to help with the cramps,” Melanie suggests, still rubbing circles on his back through his jacket. “Oh, and there’s the train now, come on—“

“Just try not to throw up on the ride, okay?” Kellan says, taking him by the arm to pull him gently across the platform. “It’s only a few stops to your place."

#ocsick #oc: kellan #oc: melanie #oc: aiden #sickfic #emeto #emeto fic #emetophilia #ty for the prompts anon!!#azi tag

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abronzeagegod · 10 months

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Meet Aeth

Aeth (pronounced like 8th) is a person who unsubscribed from the gender binary many years ago, and has worked in tech support for just as long. (it's a good job, they're good at it, it's a public service so they've got job security, they meet so many interesting people, and the union is very good) . They are also the protagonist of the third person version of this story.

They are smart, a bit soft and quiet, and an extremely good listener. Aeth had a bad time as child with some stuff that will be a mystery for us to get into later. They know tech, they know a bit of magic, and they have a lot of faith in things will get better (maybe).

Aeth really really likes their best friend Lyta (who was once named Lytha but the names changed slightly) but are not self-assured about any of this "romance with my best friend" thing so every little nice thing Lyta does is "oh she's so nice I bet she does this for all of her friends" (she doesn't).

Their luck: Bad, all the time

They really like:

their job

reading YA science fiction stories (they like the easy reading, the stories full of emotion and battles and identity, and none of that "grr i'm so dark look at all this murder and sexual violence" that comes with adult science fiction a lot of the times)

playing the fifth most populated MMO Future Myths but primarily as a farming and base building simulator and almost not at all for the combat

truly trashy tv like And the Fifth Rose was Black but that's only because Lyta got them into it

their coworker Lyta

their plants in their apartment

they are neutral on:

house pets, they don't like or hate them, they are always mildly concerned about their well-being in a way that makes them anxious (they very much want to pet someone else's pet though)

mangoes, for some reason every restaurant they've gone to in the last year or so has been doing mango everything and they don't get the hype, they're fine just not the greatest thing ever

most social media, they just don't really understand how to use it

bugs, they don't hate them or like them, Lyta hates them though

hats, they just don't have a strong opinion on hats

they hate vehemently:

raw tomatoes, they are bad and have no place on sandwiches

rodents, particularly the pest kind, it's bordering on a phobia actually

any and all dating apps

the writer Lo Wertophilous and their cookie cutter, by the numbers, bullshit stupid plots, bad characters, insulting """"""Controversial""""" messaging that is neither controversial nor interesting, they're a hack and they should feel bad (think Dan Brown of this world)

the season 2 finale of The Third Sun Rises, don't even get them started, the rant will last for at least two hours

the final entry in the Polarity game series, they don't hate it so much as they were just extremely disappointed which is somehow worse

#this might be my protagonist for a long long eldritch tech support story #name is not final it is currently a placeholder #none of this has any bearing on the plot or really even the character but was a fun little exercise #so far the story is still in the set up phase and it is 15 pages long #the story might wind up being close to 60-70 pages #eldritch tech support #i'm gonna start using this tag more liberally to actually be able to find this crap

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sxugaryx · 3 months

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Making Amends (Fanfic)

New Chapter from my main series 💕

You are taking time off work again?”

Geppetto gave out a sigh, he didn’t want to deal with Conrad right now.

“That’s why I’m working overtime today, I’m spending time with my son tomorrow”

Conrad rolled his eyes, “Why do you even bother being the leader of the union if you don’t take your job seriously?”

Geppetto has to stay calm, he knows that the man just wants a reaction out of him.

“I have a son and the union allows for more days off to those who have children”

“Like the time you took off for Carlo? Those days off went to waste with him”

That man just loves to bring out his dead son, but Geppetto won’t let him get away with this.

“Actually days off don’t get wasted, they stack if you don’t use them, you are good at math Conrad, so why don’t you calculate the days off I didn’t use? Don’t forget to add the vacations I didn’t take while in my many years of working”

Conrad starts calculating the time in his mind, confident that Geppetto is just exaggerating.

“I almost forgot I’m a senior employee so I can ask for more days off and speaking of senior, remember that by law in Krat all senior citizens that still work are required to ask for extended days off” Geppetto has a smile on his face, “As well as the overtime since we know that if you accumulate enough overtime you can take time off”

“Oh” Conrad managed to figure it out, Geppetto could take an entire year off if he wanted.

“If that’s all you came for, then please I’m going to ask you to leave my office”

“I do have other business with you” Conrad proceeded to show him a statistic chart, “The widespread maintenance we did recently, I was looking at the data and I noticed something was wrong”

Through Ergo waves, they can perform adjustments to all puppets in Krat, it’s for minor bugs or errors, things that can easily be fixed, and they have a machine that works similarly to a stargazer, it's called The Ergo Core.

“Look at this” Conrad pointed at the end of the chart, “For a small moment, just the second before the machine turned off, the Ergo wavelength went up by a ridiculous amount”

Just as described, the chart had a line that reported the progress, workers never tend to read the chart as it’s always the same, with small ups and downs, almost like how a heartbeat is supposed to look. But in this situation, the waves were all the way up a second before shutting down.

“Any idea as to why that is?”

—-

“Venigni I need your help with something” Geppetto took him aside to talk in private.

“Yes? What is it?” Venigni could tell something was different, not a simple work favor.

“I’m removing Law 0” Geppetto knew that he needed to do this, that he must have done this a long time ago but it was only until now that he had found the opportunity, as he needed to do this discretely, one wrong move and the secret would be found.

“You can overwrite that?” Venigni was stunned, he had no idea that you could remove laws from the Grand Covenant, much less Law 0, the way Geppetto had explained it to him it should be impossible to remove it.

“Yes, because of Law 0 can add remove, or add any laws I want, or I can make it so that one law is more important than others, to remove Law 0 I’m going to have to change it for something else” Geppetto has to do this, even if he has seen the error of his ways he shouldn't have that much power over puppets.

“Change it to what exactly?” Venigni needs to know more to understand properly.

“I can make it so no one can ever control puppets, I can change Law 0 to instead of obeying my command, or any commands from someone else, that their system will reject it and have Law 0 have no priority, all other laws can overwrite it”

“What do you need me to do?” Venigni knew that he had to help, no matter how hard it was.

“Well… the only way to make it possible is with The Ergo Core”

Oh no.

The device hasn’t been used in a long time, other things had taken priority, mostly focusing on rebuilding the city. The problem is that each time The Ergo Core is used, every single member of the board is required to be present. For monitoring that it works properly.

And to avoid tampering.

Geppetto was only able to tamper with it in the past because it was when the machine was being built, the day before it was supposed to be activated he said he wanted to do a quick test run to see if everything was working properly with the grand covenant, it was an excuse to add Law 0 into the mix, once it was activated, all puppets that had not awoken an Ego were now bound to it.

“I need you to decipher a message with my voice so I can play it just as the machine is about to shut down, I know how good you are at ciphering, I know that with your skills the message will never get decoded” Geppetto knows the only one he can trust with this is Venigni.

Venigni smiled, he always loved it when others praised his cyphering skills, because it’s true, they were unmatched.

“I already have an idea on how it can work even better” Venigni knows that he can make it so the signal just looks like it went up at the last second, no one looks at the statistics charts, and if someone did, they will assume it was either a bug or some sort of error, “We can use an Ergo crystal to absorb the information, we just have to crush it in front of the device”

The tricky part is pulling off this, Ergo crystals aren’t exactly quiet when broken and everyone would be able to see Geppetto break it in front of the machine.

Venigni was getting excited “How are we going to distract them?”

“I also need your help with that” Geppetto took a deep breath, “I don’t even know how, but you are smart Venigni maybe you can help me figure it out”

Venigni had an even bigger grin, he knew how much of a genius he was, but hearing how smart he was from another genius like Geppetto made him feel even better.

“Don’t worry I have a plan” Venigni loves to be over the top, so he has the perfect idea.

It was quiet, everyone had their attention on The Ergo Core, it was almost done with its task when suddenly everyone was distracted by knocking, followed by the sound of the door opening.

“Excuse me sirs” Pulcinella said.

“No one is supposed to be allowed in here” Conrad was annoyed, “Specially puppets”

“I’m terribly sorry for the intrusion however,” Pulcinella paused for a moment, “But there is an urgent problem”

“Can it not wait?” One of the other directors was mad as well.

“Somebody grab that raccoon!” Someone shouted from the outside.

From the opened door, a raccoon entered the room, running up and down, jumping left and right, it had something in its mouth.

“Is that my wallet?!” One of the other directions shouted.

Chaos ensued as the man tried to grab it, and because it was causing such a disaster everyone else was too distracted to notice Geppetto crushing the Ergo crystal, the machine shutting down done with its job shortly after.

The raccoon dropped the wallet and ran away, everyone questioning how it had even gotten inside, animal control found no sight of it either.

At the end of the day, Geppetto met with Venigni at his home, he had the raccoon in his shoulder.

“I thought you randomly grabbed a raccoon from the streets”

“Oh, not at all. It’s trained to do tricks” He had rented it for this purpose, no one would suspect a thing, the workers don’t know he rented it, and even if they did, well the great Lorenzini Venigni is fond of all sorts of animals, that’s just a coincidence.

“So the wallet thing was also a trick?” Geppetto was trying to hold back laughter.

“Of course, although I thought it could maybe be too obvious if it was Conrad’s wallet so I grabbed one of his followers' wallet” Venigni gave a small treat to the raccoon and started to pet its head.

“You are a genius Venigni” Geppetto would have never expected something so simple like that to work.

——

Geppetto was looking at the chart.

“Sorry but I don’t, but I’ll see what I can find out” Geppetto started to organize his papers, “The day after tomorrow I can-

“Don’t bother, it was probably just an error” Conrad made his way towards the door, “Just pointing out that you didn’t even notice something so obvious, great job for the Union Leader am I right?”

With that said Conrad left the room and Geppetto gave out a sigh of relief.

——

“Really?! We are going to a Carnival?!” Pinocchio was so excited.

A traveling Carnival was coming to Krat and tomorrow was the opening.

“Remember to not wear your expensive clothes” Geppetto smiled at his son.

Pinocchio just gave his father a deadpan stare and his father laughed.

“Don’t be a brat Pinocchio your father has a point” Gemini is scolding him but Pinocchio just pouts.

In the end that doesn’t take away Pinocchio’s excitement, he can’t wait to spend time together with his father tomorrow.

—-

Pinocchio is having a lot of fun, it’s a bit of a shame that his father can’t get into most of the rides, saying that he is too old to be having thrills like that, but he is enjoying the time he is having. He has to sneak Gemini inside the rides as technically he isn’t allowed because he is considered an “object” but he holds his friend with force, Gemini stays in the lamp, as it would be too dangerous if he was outside of it due to his small size, but Gemini is also having a nice time.

“Oh, father can I try that rollercoaster?” Pinocchio was almost jumping up and down, it was a huge rollercoaster and it had plenty of turns, and two full-circle spins.

“No son you can’t”

“Why not?” Pinocchio was disappointed.

Most of the rides looked just fine, and on the outside so does that rollercoaster, but as an engineer, even if this isn’t his field, he can tell that a disaster is about to happen at any moment with that ride, he wonders when the last time it was given maintenance was, it could be that because of its size it doesn’t get maintenance as much as the other rides but that doesn’t matter in his eyes. A terrible accident can happen at any moment.

“It’s too dangerous son”

“I’ve defeated monsters and those are way more dangerous,” Pinocchio insisted, wanting to be able to ride it.

Geppetto knows that the best way is to just explain why he can’t, so he starts explaining, but he doesn’t realize that he got too caught up in how those mechanisms work and instead of giving a simplified version, he ends up talking to Pinocchio as of he was talking about work.

Geppetto feels too proud of himself, “Do you understand now?”

“Um, no” Pinocchio looked so confused, his father might as well have been speaking another language.

Geppetto facepalmed, but this was his fault for going full work mode, “One part becomes lose of that ride and it breaks apart, if you are in there while that happens you will probably die”

Pinocchio was now looking scared, “So people could die if they go inside?!”

“Why am I so bad at explaining things?” Geppetto said to himself, is it that he gets too technical? That he is too direct?

“Son just, don’t think about it okay?”

“But-“

“Remember we are here to have fun, and besides lots of daily life things can kill you so-

“You can die while doing basic things?!” Pinocchio was mortified and started crying.

“No no no please don’t cry” Great job Geppetto father of the year, “Son life is complicated, if start overthinking you’ll get worried over nothing, you just have to enjoy life as it is” he got closer to his son and gave him a hug.

Being inside the Ferris wheel was great as it was a ride Geppetto could be in and they admired the view, Krat is a beautiful city, even more lovely in the night sky.

They walked around for some time, looking at some of the game stands with some of the prices you can win, Pinocchio tried one about throwing darts and had a high score, as expected, considering how many objects he threw at enemies, only natural for him to have great aim.

“Pinocchio chose something else, you can’t have that duck”

“But father, I won!” Pinocchio was carrying the duck in his hands, the bird moving their feet in the air and quacking from time to time.

“You already have a pony and we can’t take care of a duck at home” Maybe one day he will consider a dog or a cat but certainly not a duck.

Reluctantly, Pinocchio chose something else, the other big prices were all big-sized stuffed animals, almost as tall as him, so he chose a bunny one. It’s going to be a little bit of a hassle to carry it back home but it was worth it. In the meantime, they decided to

take a break before leaving, just so that Geppetto could rest before heading back home, Pinocchio decided to enter one last attraction, it was the house of mirrors, he ended up colliding a few times with the glass but Gemini came to his rescue and helped him get out.

The house of mirrors was next to the giant rollercoaster, when Pinocchio went outside he could see that the ride had been shut down, it was a little odd since the place didn’t close until hours later.

“There you are!” He heard a familiar voice, “I’ve been trying to catch up to you”

Pinocchio turned around to see Adeline in front of him.

“Can you stop being so loud? It’s so annoying, I’m supposed to be having fun and here you are running it” Adeline was raising her voice.

“Being loud? I don’t understand” Pinocchio didn’t know what she was talking about.

“Your springs!” Adeline looked even more annoyed, “They are driving me crazy don’t you hear how loud you are being you stupid puppet?!”

Pinocchio was feeling uncomfortable, he just wanted to ignore her but it looked like she wouldn’t back down. Although he listened to what she said, for a moment he concentrated his hearing just like he does when playing the piano or the violin and he could hear the springs inside his body.

“Oh I guess they really are loud” Pinocchio wondered if it was because he was happy and had a good day with his father.

“Yeah well, turn down the volume or something”

Before Pinocchio could speak up again, a loud piercing sound was heard from above,

both of them looked up at the sky to see the cart of the rollercoaster making that sound. The staff had noticed something was wrong and was doing a test ride with no one inside and it was a good thing as the cart had lost control.

Unfortunately, it lost too much control, and the cart flew into the air, the thing was falling and about to crush Pinocchio and Adeline.

Pinocchio reacted quickly, grabbing Adeline and pushing her away just as the thing landed, it was a miracle that no one had been injured.

“You can get off of me now”

Pinocchio then realized that in his rush to save her, he had tackled her to the ground. He moved away and Pinocchio could tell that something was wrong.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” He was worried that he accidentally had.

Adeline was shaking and hyperventilating, her mind realizing that she almost died and just a few seconds later she fainted.

—-

There was a medical tent at the Carnival, Pinocchio had helped carry Adeline there, and his father was also there with him, he had asked him over and over again if he was hurt, he looked so worried.

“The girl will be fine, it was the stress of the situation that made her faint”

Pinocchio looked at the doctor who had attended Adeline.

“Giangio?”

Giangio smiled at Pinocchio, “Long time no see, hope you are doing well Pinocchio”

“Do you know him, son?” Geppetto asked.

“Father he is the one that made the cure for the petrification disease” Pinocchio had a big smile on his face.

“Please I don’t like taking all the credit, I wouldn’t have been able to do it without your help” Giangio smiled, “I did it because I wanted to help others that’s all”

“Do you work here now?” Pinocchio wanted to know more maybe they could keep in touch somehow.

“I’m volunteering, I work somewhere else but I saw that the place could use some help, and I’m glad I came” Giangio loves playing doctor it's so fun.

Pinocchio smiled, Giangio is such a kind person.

“Son maybe it’s best we leave now”

“Hopefully I see you again soon Pinocchio, it was good to see you, if just briefly” Giangio gave Pinocchio a small wave, officially he was back to spying on the clueless boy.

Just before leaving Adeline woke up and she called for Pinocchio.

“Hey, puppet”

Pinocchio didn’t want to turn around because she didn’t say his name but he didn’t want to be rude.

“Thank you, truly”

Adeline knows people call her many things, many things that in her opinion are untrue, but she isn’t as ungrateful as some might think.

“Oh it was nothing” Pinocchio had to help her, he couldn’t have just let her get hurt.

Shortly after Adeline’s family members arrived and as they walked away they could hear them angrily shouting at the carnival staff and they couldn’t blame them for that.

Pinocchio put the giant bunny in a corner of his room, thankfully it managed to fit well, despite the scare he had a great time, but he could tell that his father was still shaken up a bit, so Pinocchio gave his father a big hug.

Geppetto played with his son’s hair, “You are a good boy son, always worrying about me”

#lies of p #lop #liesofp #lies of p game #lies of p fanfic #ao3 link #this is in ao3 too #lies of p geppetto #lies of p pinocchio #lies of p venigni

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overanalyst556 · 11 months

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A Review of Eastern Bloc Cars.

Eastern Bloc cars. Automobiles that came from nations dominated by the Iron Curtain and the Soviet Union. Even though I hate communism and socialism with a burning passion, You cannot deny how iconic the Eastern Bloc cars are.

Today when most people think of an Eastern Bloc car, they think of a car like a Trabant: Broken unreliable, and just not a good ride all around. This sucks because in my eyes the Eastern Bloc cars are severely underrated.

So I took it upon myself to research the most iconic eastern bloc cars and to review and rate them from best to worse.

Apologies if you guys were expecting another history review, I swear this is not becoming a car blog, I swear! Plus it's nice to talk about something for a change that doesn't involve war.

Think of this like a review of cars, except they're from Eastern Europe. An area of Europe that had cars inferior to their Western counterparts.

Fun fact, I originally started this yesterday but got deleted because I had to restart it due to a bug. So I'm starting from scratch.

Anyway without further ado, Let's dive into the weird world of Eastern Bloc cars.

Trabant 601

The Trabant was an absolute joke of a car. It's infamous for the fact that it symbolizes to fall of Communism and the downfall of the Berlin Wall. Even so, is the Trabant really as bad as people say it is? Yes.

Design-wise, I'm going to be honest, I might be the only person that actually likes the design and considers this the best part of the car. It's so simple and basic as hell, that you can't help but find it iconic and lovable.

Despite my loving the design of the Trabi, That's really all the positives I have with this car. So where do I even start? Well, I believe we should start with what it's made of because good lord.

The Trabant body is made out of Duroplast, A resin plastic. But the ingredients for Duroplast are basically recycled waste, more specifically cotton waste, and phenol (A type of acid) resins.

Yeah, when you look at that, it's probably not the best when it comes to that. It's also cramped inside due to the interior, and really loud as well. But the worst offense of the Trabant by far is the engine.

The Trabant's engine was a two-stroke engine manufactured by the defunct German car company DKW. While it was modern at the time, Eventually two-stroke engines began to be phased out by more reliable four-stroke engines, But the Trabant didn't do that.

Instead, they kept the same engine long after it was phased out. The reason for this is that the two-stroke engines, due to the nature of the design, burn fuel very fast. As a result, there was smoke and gas fumes coming out of the car.

So not only do we have a car made out of waste, it emits smoke fuels too. That's just fucking great, isn't it? There were attempts to replace the engine with a more modern one, but because East Germany didn't have the funds to build a new engine, it remained like that.

Yes, the East German government, which had ways of trying to fix the engine, decided to leave the obsolete and broken engine for at least until 1990 instead of improving it. Great job guys.

And it gets crazier. As if the bad quality of the car wasn't horrible enough, the wait time you do to even get one is even worse. People are put on a waiting list most of the time to receive their car.

In a standard that is actually the same theme with most Eastern Bloc cars, The waiting time to get a Trabant was about 10 to 13 years. Yes, you had to wait 10 to 13 years to even get a car that barely works. Communism at its finest.

The speed is also the slowest by a whopping 100km/h(62mph), embarrassing (Though then again this was the same standard for the other cars too)

Overall, The Trabant is pretty much considered the worst car ever made by many people and while not the worst for me, I definitely see why it's hated. The design may be iconic, But it's not enough to save a car that is broken, slow, loud, and emits smoke faster than a barbecue.

Yet this was the most common car in former East Germany, with a number of 2,818,547 produced from 1964 to 1990. Even though people had to wait a long time before they can get one.

Bottom of the list so far, Let's move on.

Skoda Octavia

The Skoda Octavia is the first Czechoslovakian (Czech Republic) car on the list. Produced from 1959 To 1971 with a number of 229,531 units, This was one of the big hits for Czechoslovakia, during the 1960s

While the Information on this car is short, I was able to gain some info on this.

Designwise, It looks great. Compared to the Trabant, the design is less simplistic and more iconic of the era. The wagon style certainly helps as well to make it more distinct.

The features are an improvement. It has redesigned front axles with a coil spring and shock absorbers that were designed to absorb shock impulses. The engine too, is an improvement with a straight four engine instead of a two-stroke engine.

As well as the speed, which it has a speed of 110 to 115 km/h(68 to 71mph) While not by much, It's an improvement over the sluggish Trabant.

Fun fact, the car name was brought back in 1996 for a new model, which is oddly still being used today.

Overall, this car is an improvement over the Trabant, Design, and Technical. Then again I expect a lot from Czech cars so. Top of the list baby, Let's move on.

Skoda 110r

Huh, would you look at that? Another Skoda! In all honestly, it's kind of an upgrade of the Octavia, despite coming from a different series . Produced from 1970 to 1980 with a total of 56,902 cars made, This was the Porche of the East which is saying something.

Design-wise, It has the most unique front I've seen in an Eastern Bloc car, with a look of a sports car honestly even though it was from a similar model. Ironic, considering it was used for motorsport. Still though, Nice design.

Technical features didn't change much with the exception of only two doors and a fastback rear which Gives its distinctive look.

Engine and Speed are pretty much the same as the Octavia, With a total of 145km/h(90mph) and the engine being a straight four engine.

Overall, however, This is like the Octavia, but actually modern at least by 70s standards. The design is an improvement, and the technical details are more modern at least, But the engine and speed are still the same as the Octavia. Still though, Not a bad car.

Top of the list, but only barely. Let's see if can we get a car that beats this.

Moskovitch 408

Our first car from the Soviet Union ( Russia), The Moskovitch 408 was a revolution for the Moskovitch car brand. Produced from 1964 to 1975 with numbers in the thousands, This small family car was the second best-selling Moskovtich car of the 1970s.

Design-wise, It's something. For a car that came out in 1964, A time when most Soviet cars looked like a Trabant on stilts, This is a big upgrade. It has a squared-off body with a flat roof panel and sharp tailfins.

Technical-wise, It had many modern features for its era, with Drum brakes ( Power brakes from 1969 onward.) As well as a better engine with an overhead value engine giving it 50 hp ( Horsepower).

Also, and let me say this, The 408 is the First Soviet car to actually have safety features. This is funny cause Soviet cars rarely had that many safety features beforehand and generally would lead to accidents like this.

Safety features include crumple zones, a safer steering column, a softer grip, and finally fucking seatbelts that they didn't think to introduce earlier.

The speed is about 130km/h( 80 mph). Not as fast as the Czech Skoda 110r but still decent than the Trabant and even outpaces the Octavia.

This car was exported to the eastern bloc nations as well as Finland of all places

Overall, the Moskovitch 408 is a decent car. Design-wise it's better than Moskovitch's other works previously. And the technical stuff is a bonus, Plus we finally have safety features. Thank the lord for that.

Higher than the Trabant and Octavia, but putting it behind the 110r. Still, though not bad for our first Soviet car.

Wartburg 353

Ah yes, we return to East Germany. As if shitting out Trabants wasn't enough, we have the Wartburg 353. In all honesty, This might be the best car East Germany has, and that's a bold statement.

Produced from 1966 to 1988 in a total of 1 million, the Wartburg was a modern car for its time. It might just be one of the best cars of the Eastern Bloc, In terms of design and technicality. And I mean that.

Design-wise, It's a step up from the Trabant. While it's simple, It's actually durable and has a strong chassis car frame to back it up. It's dependable and easy to care for. Obviously, it's no Western car, but it's a massive step up in terms of design quality.

Technical aspects include Front rear drive, which significantly improved the steering, a trunk, and by 1983, Innovative electric gauges.

The engine is the biggest flaw, however, with the same two-stroke engine as the Trabant. I think you know where that leads, although to be fair, It was less severe than the Trabant (though it was still an issue)

But it's the speed that stands out among all others. What's that? Keep your mic up your ass Johnston, we're coming in hot for a fucking 170km/h (105mph)

Easily the fastest car on the List. I don't think anything can top that. I will be hard-pressed into finding a car that triumphs this.

The Wartburg was massively popular in the Eastern Bloc but it took about 10 to 15 years for people to actually get one because of communism and insane wait times.

Overall, This car is the best so far. it's an all-rounder, Plain and simple. The design is great, the technical stuff is decent and the speed is insane. The only flaws of this car are the engine, the wait time, and the fact It was used as a car for the secret police so I deduct some points.

Yes, it was used for that. It will be common as time goes on. Other than that though, this car is great. Top of the list with ease.

Fso Polonez

Our first-ever car on this list from Poland, the Fso Polonez is probably one of the most famous and most produced cars from Poland. If you live in Poland, Then you might have heard of this car.

It was produced from 1978 to 2002 with a total of 1 million units, not including the truck and pickup versions. This is the first true modern car of the Eastern Bloc on this list ( and the only one).

Design-wise, we have our first hatchback-shaped car, a design that you may have seen before when getting a car. This design works cause it's modern for 1980s Poland, A time when they still had cars dating back to the 60s or just got a Fiat.

Technical features were based on its predecessor Fiat licensed model, the Polski Fiat 125p. It had a modernized engine as well as the chassis, all came from the Polski Fiat.

The biggest advantage of the car, however, was the safety. This might be the safest car in the Eastern Bloc. It's weird, I know. Considering this is the eastern bloc we are talking about. The car was the only Eastern Bloc car to pass the Us safety tests.

The speed of this bad boy is 175km/h (109mph) So like the Wartburg but a little faster. Impressive from Poland.

So remember when I said that It would be hard to find a car that beats the Wartburg 353? I kinda lied, because we found a winner right here. Sorry.

Overall, the Fso Polonez is a near-perfect design for Eastern Bloc cars. Great design, Nice technical issues, Incredible safety, And Sick speed. I think we may just have found the winner here.

Top of the list with ease, Surpasses the Wartburg. This might be the final time I change the top spot.

Vaz 2101

Ahh yes, here comes the first of three Lada cars on this list. Starting with the first-ever Lada. The Vaz 2101, commonly nicknamed Kopyeka( Which is a name for the smallest Soviet coin in the Soviet currency.), was produced between 1970 and 1988 with a total of millions of these cars were made.

I think I posted this a while back, I don't know when, but I didn't describe it.

Design-wise, I love it. Even though it's basically a licensed Fiat 124, this has become iconic for me. The simplistic design is perfect for Russian steppes. The front is enjoyable, and in general, I like the front wheel, rear-engine design a lot for cars and this is no different.

Technical features are where the car is different from the Fiat by giving it 800 modifications in order to be tailor-made for the Russian climate, such as suspension, rear brakes, carburetor, and thicker gauge(sheet metal) steel, Making it more comfortable in a ride.

The engine is mostly a decent engine in that It uses a petrol engine, which by itself, reduces the problem of fuel burning fast. As well as possessing a crank to start should the battery fall flat in Siberian winter.

The speed of the Lada is 140km/h (87mph). So fast speed also counts as well. Pretty much the biggest influence the Lada has is its influence on Russian motoring. The Lada pretty much changed the face of the Russian automobile industry as it slowly tried to modernize. So Russians better thank they had the Lada in some sense.

Overall, The Vaz 2101( Or Lada)is possibly one of the best Soviet cars ever made. The design is great, the technical stuff is a boost up for an already licensed car from Fiat and the speed is top-notch. The only flaws are the wait time and the fact that it was a licensed car and not something originally.

I Would put it in front of the Skoda 110r but behind the Wartburg 353. Still, Third place is not bad.

Yugo

This car sucks fucking dick man, there's no doubt about it. I think It might just be the worst of the cars on this list, and it's something after I smashed the Trabant.

Produced from 1980 to 2008 in Yugoslavia, This trash dumpster was produced with a total of 794,428 Yugos by the end of production. This is the antithesis of a good car and the automobile industry as a whole.

I don't even like the design of the car, It looks so weird and a little ugly. You know you screwed up a car when the design is so similar and weird as fuck. That is impressive. I have a gif to describe this car.

And when I mean quality, there is almost none at all. I think one person gave a review about his experience on the Yugo and he brings up some pretty good points. Let me show you.

rob5740: I owned a 1985 1/2, year model, you read that correctly. It was only built to last a year, but most things gave out right away. No tinted glass, no glove box. Gas cap would not come off, even full-service stations could not remove it to provide me gas. The door release and window cranks were cheap plastic, I noticed them with cracks during the test drive, they snapped off and I had to roll the window down with the remaining piece and open the doors from the outside! It struggled with more than two passengers, flooring it on an even surface, and no power. Replaced the radio 3 times, and three clutches on a car that I was done with at 25,000 miles. Knobs fell off the radio, old sliding channel finder stuck, foam around the air vent and heater chipped out, would not go into gears and also not come out of gear, On highway driving the stick shift would almost melt into place and a huge yank with huge force was all that would bring it from fourth gear to first to stopping. Cover to stick shift came off in my hand once, one time the engine disengaged from the motor so the key made no difference I could not turn it off so we abandoned it and let it run out of fuel on the side of the road. You never knew if the ignition would work, sometimes it was dead and also had to be replaced. Door hinges that were designed to make the doors feel heavier broke off, paint on the exterior ground trim rubbed off, light bulbs were burning out everywhere, rear single strut failed to hold the hatch up new. Other things wrong....signal indicator would speed up then super slow down, hood release came completely out in your hand detached but somehow if you stuck it back in it worked! numerous wheel alignments but the wheel always veered off, and could not handle gravel or dirt roads you'd be shaken to death, seats were stiff and uncomfortable, lacked power in wind, and wind would sway the car out of lanes if you didn't fight against it. Covers to pedals were not glued so you could just peal them off, cardboard interior walls had bent areas and were fading new, no cup holders, would roll backward on hills, and you were never sure of anything, what would break or not work next, it did not want to be a car, even children's toys are made safer and better to last, I found it hard to believe humans had made anything so cheap, what is the point of making things that never work, to begin with? Water would come in the driver's side window in the rain, and going over bumps you would hear almost a strain on the frame, tiny and cramped. Brakes were good, wipers were good, cute attention-getting, but none of that matters when nearly everything else was cheap and defective, literally a paperclip held the plastic together in the door releases. Battery was a relic, needed water in its cells.

You see what I mean. I don't even need to mention the speed in the fact that despite it being 86 mph ( 138km/h), It was the slowest car in the United States. How is this car progressively worse than Nidai's shits?

Okay, Not everything about the Yugo is bad, The brakes are good, the speed is surprisingly good and if you take care it, it might be okay, but in honesty, The Yugo is without a doubt one of if not the worst cars ever made.

Aside from the positives, I'm not gonna even warrant this a full review, because the flaws are there in plain sight. Easilly bottom of the list, yes it's worst than the Trabant of all cars.

God lord, What do we have next.

Dacia 1300

The First and only Romanian car on this list, The Dacia 1300 isn't perfect, But compared to our last entry, It's better. Produced from 1969 to 2003 with a total of 1,959,730, This was one of the most common cars in Romania at the time.

Design-wise, It's decent. It looks sleek, Like a Mercedes. Despite the fact the design was based on a Renault, It was modern when it first came out, compared to most Eastern Bloc cars at the time.

Technical-wise, it has Some issues. While the performance and engine were up to date, the main issue was the body panel corrosion, as well as the fact that there was no air conditioning, anti-lock brakes, or even a fucking airbag. Think about that for a second.

The speed was basically 145 km/h(90mph). A fast speed, Not the fastest, but fast enough.

Overall, the Dacia 1300 is a decent car, With some issues. Also, it's a secret police car as well, so automatic deduction of points.

I'm putting It behind the Skoda 110r but above the Moskovitch 408.

Tatra 603

Okay, so I said in a post that this is the weirdest car ever made. I still stand by that fact, However, I like it A lot. Produced by Czech car maker Tatra from 1956 to 1975 with a total of 20,000 cars, The 603 is one of the most forgotten cars when people think of Eastern bloc cars.

Designwise, Like I said earlier, It's weird. But it's the fun kind of weird and not the bad weird. The frontal area looks like it came from the Twilight Zone. The car body is sleek and smooth, It radiates luxury in its entirety. Just look at it and you will see why.

Technical stuff, It had suspension, Shock absorbers, Coil springs, and a synchronized gearbox that gave it four speeds. That's pretty much what I found.

The engine is actually reliable, due to the V8 air engine being air cooled so that gives it some better quality.

The Speed was also fast for a car like that, at a rumored 170km/h(106mph). Surprisingly it was a luxury car reserved only for Communist party officials. Ordinary people couldn't get this car.

Overall, the 603 is a Sick ride if I have seen one, The design is the main highlight, but the features are not terrible and the speed is fast. I'm putting ahead of the Wartburg 353 but behind the Fso Polonez.

I'm feeling like I'm losing some quality with this review, so tell me If the quality has changed.

Gaz 13 Chaika

I know what You guys are thinking, No this is not an American 50s car, This is a Soviet-made limo. Produced from 1959 to 1981 in a total of 3,179 cars produced, This was the Main limo for the Soviet leadership, even though It looks like an American car, and the Soviets hated the Americans. Ironic hypocrisy.

Design-wise, It's an American-styled car simple as that. Given that it was styled for Communist officials, I can see why they did this, but it's coming off as copying someone's work. I think it feels good inside.

Technical details are independent suspension with spring coils

The engine is basically the same as in the Tatra 603, the V8 so nothing has really changed much there.

The speed is 159km/h ( 99mph), Which is surprisingly fast for a limo. This thing was used by the Communist officials of Soviet Russia as well as East Germany and Hungary for example. The limo was also used and rented for weddings.

Overall, Not a bad car. Given the design resembles American cars in the 50s and since the car industry was at its peak there, It looks a little bit better than most, but not by much.

I would put it above the Vaz 2101 but bellow the Wartburg 353.

Lada Niva

Possibly the first Suv of Soviet Russia, The Lada Niva is the longest-running off-road light vehicle still produced in its original form. Produced from 1977 to the present day in a total of 650,000, Possibly more, the Niva is an icon of a Suv.

Design-wise, It looks great. It looks like a compact SUV in general, Considering that this is the Soviet Union we are talking about here, the fact they even made this SUV at all is something.

Technically, It definitely has modern stuff for its age. Independent suspension, coil springs, rear seatbelts, Right external mirror, an anti-locking service mirror, The list goes on and on.

The Engine is powered by a petrol engine, which proved to be effective when traversing the high terrain of the Soviet Union and later Russia.

The speed is okay, A mild 130km/h (81mph) Never really hurt anyone. Also, the safety is horrendous, during tests in the 2000s, the car's survivability was so bad that if a crash happened, the person could suffer traumatic brain incidents.

Overall, the Lada Nia is a cool SUV that is incredibly useful when traversing difficult roads, and has a lot of features, But needs to improve safety.

Behind the Chaika, but above the Vaz 2101.

Lada Riva

The Lada Riva is the last of the Lada series of cars that are on this list. Out of all of them, this is basically a modernized Vaz 2101 and one of my favorite eastern bloc cars. Produced from 1980 to 2012 with a total of 3,000,000 units, the Lada Riva was the successor to the old generation of Ladas.

Design-wise, Like I said it's a modern Vaz 2101, the front does look a little more streamlined than the original, like it's a Mercedes, and the hull and car, in general, are noticeably bigger than the Vaz 2101, But it's still a Vaz 2101. through and through.

The technical stuff is basically drum brakes with brake shoes on them, Coil springs, and manual transmissions.

The engine turned out to be a straight four petro engine, Which definitely helped it survive until 2012.

The speed of the Lada Riva was however insane about 180km/h(112mph), Making it the fastest car in the Soviet Union and the eastern bloc.

This probably beats the Fso Polonez in terms of well, everything. The design, while a redesign of an older car, still looks good, The engine is great, the technicals are decent, And the speed is madness.

I said I would not change this, but come on, I have to, The Riva takes the top spot from the Polonez. It's without a doubt the best of the Eastern Bloc.

Overall, really decent car to have.

Gaz 24 Volga

Last but not least we have the Gaz 24 Volga from the Soviet Union. Produced from 1970 to 1985 and then produced as the Gaz 24 10 during the Gorbachev Years from 1985 to 1992, with a total of 1 and a half million, this car struck fear into people. If you lived in Russia during the 1970s, You would fear the Volga.

Designwise, It looks modern compared to its predecessor. The front looks like something you would see in a horror film, The body is progressively bulkier than before, And the back has a trunk in the back.

Technical-wise, it's more modern than the Gaz 21 with it having a rear bumper, flat ashtrays in rear doors, and a modern radio. More modern upgrades include the use of seatbelts instead of central armrests, Windshield wipers, and many more.

The engine of the car flip-flops between a straight four engine at one time or a v8 engine at the other. All I know is that these two engines were used throughout this car's lifetime.

The speed of the car is 145km/h(90 mph), slightly faster than the Lada. this was also used as a taxi car, pretty much being the only taxi car in the Ussr. In fact, nobody privately owned these except for the higher-ups

Overall the Gaz 24 is a solid car, With a modern design, technical improvements, and nice speed. I will have to deduct points for its police car status.

I will put it ahead of the Vaz 2101 but behind the Lada Niva.

Conclusion

Well, this was a long time for me to make. I never expected to make it this long, I had more to put in here but after seeing the amount of time I took and how much I put in, I started to reduce it. Maybe I will do part 2 of this, But I don't know if I could.

In the end, though, it was fun to talk about the Eastern Bloc cars and see if they are better, which are ehhh.

So before I Sign off, Let me give you the final results of the list as well as some honorable mentions.

1st: Lada Riva

2nd: Fso Polonez

3rd: Tatra 603

4th: Wartburg 353

5th: Gaz 13 Chaika

6th: Lada Niva

7th: Gaz 24 volga

8th: Vaz 2101 (Lada)

9th Skoda 110r

10th: Dacia 1300

11th: Moskovich 408

12th: Skoda Octavia

13th: Trabant 601

14th: Yugo

Honorable mentions

Zaporthzets series.

Gaz 21 Volga

Fso Syrena

Wartburg 311

Skoda 100

Barkas B 1000

Zil 114

Skoda 1203

This has been Sam and I hope you all enjoyed it. This might be the only car review I will ever make, But it was nice to do something different for once. Have a good rest of your day! :)

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