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this-is-fox-speaking · 9 months

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FANTOCCIO FACTS POST (from screenshots i found in my own interests server)

- His name is italian for puppet, but he pronounces it incorrectly and insists it’s the correct way to say his name if anyone else points it out and says he’s wrong.

- He’s not from Italy, obviously. Goes to show. But Ash imagines he knows a bit of italian. (“Not enough Italian to say his name right.” - Katie.)

- Fantoccio has a pet shark named Sharkspeare! Mentioned in the song at the line “‘Cause Sharkspeare’s looking mean!”

- Fantoccio has to make all his own props, set pieces, clothes, etc in the theatre.

- Would never smoke, and would hate being around it/people who’re doing it actively.

- Fantoccio was made by Ash as a fan OC for the game, and this (as far as I’m aware) is what got them hired onto the game, cause Katie loved their ideas so much.

- Fantoccio is not very good with kids.

- Fantoccio’s favorite food is churros. This came from the fact Ash once had a dream about him infodumping about them cause he loved them so much, so they made it canon.

- Don’t worry, he can indeed taste things normally. No traditional taste buds, but some, nonetheless. Same goes for touch!

- Fantoccio is canonically autistic, having many traits of himself heavily projected from Ash, themself.

- When asked what his meltdown triggers could be, Ash thought that some might be: too much touching, being without his hat, or one of his props breaking.

- Fantoccio likes wearing dresses! Wears them if he feels like it or if the role calls for it, during a play.

- Ash thinks he’d ADORE snow.

- Fantoccio would 100% love spicy italian from subway.

- Fantoccio plays violin!

- Fantoccio would chant “I’m sleeping” when struggling to fall asleep, like his own version of counting sheep.

- He would NEVER say the Earth is flat.

- He’d be the “How do you do that” of that one keysmash meme, if paired with Barnaby.

- Ash once said that Fantoccio is like Duck from Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared.

- When doing a personality type test (and actually answering truthfully instead of in character) for Fantoccio, he ended up with ENTJ-T, Commander. Fanto would answer untruthfully on some questions, like if he ever gets insecure (“PFFFT NO THE ANSWERS NO”).

- He can go uwu in the bbu lore, but he’ll hate it. (“THIS IS STUPID!!!”)

- Fantoccio would apparently be a “mac and cheese FIEND.”

- He’d hate pranks (specifically a hand zapper in this case), because they’re unexpected. (“NEVER DO THAT AGAIN”)

- This also means he’d never troll anyone, cause he feels above that.

- Fanto would HATE hearing people crack their knuckles, like Ash does.

- Fantoccio loves to carve wood. Specifically only by hand, that’s how much he loves it! He carved the two giant wooden hands used in his battle, but his favorite thing to carve is ducks.

- Fantoccio is very intent on ONLY eating the few foods he knows he likes.

- If he were an ice cream, he’d be coffee flavor! Which is ironic, because Ash has also said that it’d probably be terrible to give Fantoccio caffeine.

- Fantoccio would LOVE chicken nuggets.

- Hates pizza, though. Too greasy and messy.

- Would enjoy having an ipad “a little too much. He would be super confused at first but once he learns how to use it DO NOT TAKE IT AWAY”. (kinda like Peridot from Steven Universe)

- He would like spruce wood in Minecraft, but also acacia “just to look at.”

- Ash adores pirates, so so does Fantoccio!

- He has no nose, so no sneezes!

- Appreciates detail as much as Barnaby does.

- Fanto would love birds!

- Fanto is not capable of curse words. Sad.

- Fantoccio would COLLAPSE trying to lift someone without his powers.

- He stims by patting his face and spinning around. Fidgets with his hands in concepts for his standing idle animations, because he’s uncomfortable with standing and prefers floating.

- He’d favor Murder Mystery!

- His wood is alive and can grow like a real boy! (if you’ve seen my post being reblogged around, lol)

- He lives in the lost city of magic, which is abandoned and overrun my magical zombies who used to be magic users, now with a terrible curse. So he lives mainly in his theatre. He’s not trapped, anymore, like his old story!

- Fantoccio’s powers are based around telekinesis and teleportation. It’s how he moves his body around!

- He used to have a plush toy rabbit he carried around, when he was younger, seemingly. It’s unclear where that went, when he got older.

- Fantoccio’s been locked up in this city for 15 years, since he was 8. Completely isolated (save for those zombies, I suppose)! When Billie comes along, though, he’s so excited to have something new to play with!

- Fanto’s song is inspired by Weird Al. Like 90% of this game is, of course /lh. He was also inspired by the pied piper!

- He’d dislike the idea of seafood. (“He’d be like “Why would anyone want to eat a fish?!” And cover Sharkspeare’s nonexistent ears like “Don’t listen to them!””)

- The red feather in his hat is also used as a pen!

- Fantoccio is a being of pure magic, having an entire magic gem be his whole life source. This means he can use magic endlessly without getting tired (I believe)!

- Fantoccio is 23, he/him, and pansexual.

- His face is made using magic. It disappears when/if he’s magic-less.

- Fantoccio can absolutely feel pain.

- When it comes to nature, Ash said he’d kinda be like Rarity from MLP:FiM, but certain kinds of nature he’d still really love. He’d really dislike walking through the wild or camping in general, but loves things like snow or flower fields. Just depends!

- Fantoccio would main Bowser in Mario Kart.

-In terms of favorite Halloween treats, Fantoccio would like anything chewy and fruity (no chocolate)!

- Canonically wears eyeliner.

- Magic sparks from his fingertips when he’s very excited!

- If Fantoccio was an animal, Ash says he’d be a cat.

- No traditional gross human stuff inside him like others, just wood and sap. “Whatever trees do.”

- His original concept by Ash was him having a purple phantom head, being a ghost in a puppet’s body. This was changed by Katie, I believe.

(feel free to add on if I missed anything! i’ll edit this post if i randomly remember something)

#bbu facts #so ppl can block the long posts coming up in main #billie bust up #bbu fantoccio #EDIT: FOR SOME REASON THIS GOT AUTO LABELED OR SMTHN AS MATURE??#FIXED IT NOW BUT THAT WAS WEIRD

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bluegumballmf · 3 months

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lately ive realized i DESPISE the way the witch is treated in the stp fandom. Like,she's playful and guarded, not some uwu cat girl. She was created from a betrayal of trust and she shifts her personality both as a trauma response AND because the player’s perception of her shifts

Like shit we can see changing personalities as a trauma response IN THE WITCH

She is TRYING to confuse the player so that he doesn't hurt her anymore cus she trusted him and then got stabbed in the back like shes not just a uwu catgirl im so mad she just gets reduced to that. Also like- adaptability is a necessary feature for humans to have to survive.

And the princess's whole thing is adaptability, so ofc she shifts when someone who she trusted stabs her in the back like

Aughhh i hate it when characters are reduced to stereotypes

But like i could go on for hours about how the princess is boiled down to certain traits about her in the stp fandom because it irks me so bad

Aughhh let her be a deep character for one second.

AND ALSO FOR YOUR ACTIONS HAVING CONSEQUENCES BEING THE ENTIRE PURPOSE IF THE GAME IT ISNT ACKNOWLEDGED BY THE FANDOM NEARLY AS MUCH AS ITS NEEDED TO BE.

Im biased for the thorn route because it shows that gaining back trust is a mutual process that invloves both of you adressing that you hurt the other

The princess herself reminds me of a trauma response actually; Using adaptability to stay alive, always becoming what you expect her to be. Its how she survives, and its a really good parallel to abuse victims or victims of any kind

Goddd im so normal about this game and its metaphors

NO BC GOING BACK TO THE THORN ROUTE-FORGIVENESS WHEN ITS ACTUALLY EARNED AND RECIPROCATED IS SO GOOD

GRRER

you have no idea how long this rant has been stewing in my autistic little head

Ijust

I think the stranger route is the best example of someone right after receiving trauma

Scrambling to figure out what happened-why did they fracture? Why did everything change? who are they now? (edited)

They're scrambling for answers and overwhelmed with emotions and so so confused and so scared, because this trauma-as little or as large as it may seem, will affect them

It reminds me of some people ive known who've reacted similarly to trauma and thats a thing i love about stp

It doesnt shy away from being realistic and raw and ugly, Because thats what humanity is. And even gods can be human, even gods can be ugly.

#slay the princess #Stp #stp princess

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jenyifer · 7 months

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Only Friends in Brain Soup

If you have seen my posts before you’ll probably recognize I use the term brain soup a lot. To me they are posts about my random questions I have while thinking about only friends. And I hope they feed your brain with new ideas about things. I’ve compared contrasted every character to Boston because he lives in my heart uwu. But I’ve realized something from making many many brain soups.

All of the Only Friends characters are alone. In their own minds each one is lonely this drives each of them to the point of desperation and moral grey.

Mew the intellectual desire to be in a relationship with Top. I think it was really telling when Mew said he should like ray he’s always been there. Very objective. Mew tried to think about Top in this way when they got together. Mew feels disconnected from his friends above them. He thinks he knows everything about them and they can’t understand him. He’s not gullible like he told Boston. He was always fearing the worst. Because he’s alone in his own mind on his pedestal and when he met Top join him there Mew can’t let go.

Top is the definition of an obsessed with aliens kid due to parental neglect. He is extremely self dependent. Arrogance that he can charm any person into dancing for him. But no one cares about who Top is and before Mew he kept the real Top who likes art hidden away. He can call Boeing or Boston to have relations with them because they don’t mean anything to Top so why would Mew care.

Sand’s conversation with Nick about talking to himself because he was lonely was very telling. I’m sure Sand did have people who considered Sand their friend but because of his emotional parentification he felt like no one could or should be there for Sand. He’s shocked when Nick wants to live with him because I bet he didn’t consider Nick someone who would help him out. He’s selfless to Ray because he is already expecting to be treated that way. Pushed aside not a priority and he feels like shit when he lets himself believe ray could challenge his place in life.

Ray 🥲 do I need to talk about him again. He has abandonment and depression issues from his mothers death that has lead to a mask. Shallow friendships. Shallow life. Ray is only a visitor. He can let go of Mew and Boston so easily because they didn’t really know ray anyway in his mind. Even Sand Ray held him so far away because he couldn’t believe sand wants to be patient loving to him. He’s afraid of the rejection the pain that can come with Sand being too close. But Sand keeps pushing his way in.

Boston someone who never received love before and thinks that is normal so he never gives it. Boston does feel love for his friends and Nick but showing it impossible. To protect himself he has meaningless flings never letting someone expect love from him. He keeps the reins of control because love scares him after his life of upheaval and neglect. He’s just a liability a temporary problem. He is going to leave soon. Internally Boston feels horribly alone because no one loves who he is because it’s so locked away there is no road of love in. But Nick sees it.

Nick doesn’t believe anyone could love him. Nick is extremely insecure about himself. He would rather people look at his outward appearance and ignore what he really is. The stalking is just a performance so Nick can be the one with all the knowledge in the relationship so Boston won’t see the horrible person Nick is. Nick can’t even let Sand really love him in a friendly way. He tricks himself into thinking it might be lust just because he has positive fuzzies for Sand. He can’t accept sand might just enjoy being about Nick for Nick.

Loneliness that binds them and keeps them separate. The great push and pull. Only. Friends. Lonely Friends.

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cactusnymph · 6 months

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hugs 27 for anyone with karlach :3 she's my wife uwu

Karlach noticed that the Shadow Cursed Lands are especially hard on Astarion. Not because he minds never seeing the sun—that is something he loves to complain about but that doesn't actively bother him—but because he keeps going hungry. None of the wildlife here can sustain him and Karlach knows that he's too proud to ask for a meal every night.

Or at all, that is.

This, of course, leads to Astarion being weaker and slower in combat, his movements sluggish and his steps bordering on stumbles, almost as if he's drunk. It had to come bite them in the ass eventually and Karlach realizes too late that maybe tiptoeing around Astarion too much isn't the right strategy when it comes to feeding.

Giving him time is good. She knows that. She knows it's the right thing. But him going hungry for days on end and then almost dying because of it, that's simply not alright. Karlach will not allow it to happen again.

She's so relieved that Wyll and her are both there when push comes to shove while they're fighting that fucked up drider and his crew. Karlach isn't exactly scared of spiders, but she's also not terribly fond of them and this huge dude who looks like some sort of fucked up centaur is not doing it for her at all.

Especially not when she saw him trying to slash Astarion into tiny little, undead pieces.

After the fight she hoists him up to carry him, putting his arms around her neck while holding up his knees in a very limp piggyback style. He weighs way too little, that twig of a man.

She can feel his breath tickle the side of her neck and Karlach sighs into the shadows as she carries him, wondering when her stupid dick will finally get over the fact that she won't be getting any action any time soon. Astarion almost died and her skin is on fire just because he's breathing on her neck.

For fuck's sake, Cliffgate, get your priorities straight.

"Hey, Fangs", she mumbles, turning her head as far back as she can so she doesn't have to talk too loudly. Astarion mumbles something unintelligible and his lips move against her skin.

She's so normal about all of this.

"You can feed on me, if you'd like. Right now, I mean. Get some of that strength back."

Karlach knows that some people are really into the whole blood drinking thing and she won't kinkshame anyone, but for her it's just offering a sandwich to someone who's been starving for a long time and well. She doesn't mind any accompanying pain. She wonders if her blood tastes weird because it's not pumped through her body by an actual heart but by a machine.

"I'm fine", Astarion sniffs. Karlach snorts.

"Stop being so difficult about this. I know you're hungry as fuck. Just do it already."

There's a pause and then she can feel Astarion's arms tighten around her as he pulls himself up a little bit to get a better angle on her throat. Karlach cocks her head to the side a little to give him better access. Then his teeth find purchase and he starts sucking. Hard.

Karlach grits her teeth through the pain and the wooziness accompanying the process. Astarion drinks and drinks, his gulps getting greedier with each second and Karlach wonders if he'll stop on his own accord or if she'll have to stop him before she passes out in the middle of this cursed landscape.

Astarion's arms shift one of his hands comes to rest on her chest, right above her infernal engine. If Karlach had a heart, it would beat so fucking fast right now. This feels less like a necessary grip to hold onto her and more like a hug. Astarion isn't really the hugging type, though. So maybe this is all wishful thinking. After what feels like forever Astarion detaches from Karlach's neck and he's breathing hard when he does. Karlach wants to ask if he's alright, if he feels any better, when his tongue darts out to lick off any remaining blood drops off the side of her neck. She makes a sound at the back of her throat and the flames that always flicker over her skin flare for a second.

Yup. No big deal. She's so, so brave about all of this.

"Feeling any better?", she asks and her voice sounds as if she ate three pounds of chalk. Great. She'll have to go jerk off in the bathtub later. Again.

"Much better", he says, his voice also hoarse. Then, very quietly: "Thank you, darling."

"Don't mention it. And—uh. Just. Whenever you need it, yeah?"

His grip around her tightens some more.

"This is a gift", Astarion mumbles. "I won't forget it."

feel free to send me more of these<3

#karlach cliffgate #astarion x karlach #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #bg3 fic #mi writes #astarion ancunin

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hanjyukutamago · 1 year

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to kill a shadow

(imagine based on the graves' betrayal scene) (also definitely not proofread) (edited bcs i wanted to make the story longer) (also this is my first time writing a fic--well at least after 5-6 years?? so pls be kind to me uwu)

words count: 5,655 character count: 31,118

contents: violence, guns, blood, everything you would find in a typical cod game ofc(can be read as reader!!) x ghost x soap(platonic), everyone r mates, mentions of death, angst!!

(illustration is mine)

"Johnny, Mouse. How copy?"

"Solid."

"Great. Thought we lost you there. Mouse, how copy?"

Silence.

"Mouse?"

Not now, Ghost. I'm working right now. She thought to herself, a knife held tight in her left hand. Crouching right behind a Shadow soldier, her small figure gets even smaller, undetectable to the eyes of the American.

Small hands show to either shoulder of the soldier, the right holding his vest and the left stabbing right to the arteries on the neck. Making sure that there won't be any eyewitnesses, she withdrew the knife to her right, making a big slash no one could able to survive.

The soldier went limp, her right hand already on the vest went tense holding the weight of a dead man two times bigger than her, then left hand soon helped after sheathing the knife back into its pocket. Slowly she put down the soldier to the ground, making sure there was no noise made.

"Mouse busy. Killed a shadow."

"Was already thinking on how to look for a dead body as small as you." Ghost sighed in relief, two comrades alive is better than one.

"No need to. Mouse dead, more Mouse show up later. "

"Yes, and we've got a whole exterminator team outside." Ghost said, his voice low, reminding her of the situation. The sergeant tried to flip her brain right to left, front to back, trying to find a solution. There is no way they're going to hide along the way to safety right? There are just too many of them. Fully armed too, to remind her of their disadvantages.

She was lucky she still had her knife sheathed into her vest when the chaos broke out. Turns out Graves was not the cooperative man they were expecting to be. A fight between teams in this kind of situation is the last thing you would want. Especially against the ones who own attack aircraft that would end anyone in seconds.

The city of Las Almas probably is not the best, most peaceful one in the world, but it has its own charms; the music, the voice of children laughing, the chatter of people, it is never quiet in the city Los Vaqueros dearly loves.

Mouse took a small peek outside the alley, the first one after the last hour running and looking for a shelter to hide. The road that used to be so bright, so busy with locals running here and there is now dark, with nothing but bodies on the ground; men and women-children and also babies, the oh-so-beautiful terracotta floor painted with a shade of blood, streaming down the street, wet with rain.

"Bloody hell." She cursed under her breath, which is definitely the most normal reaction to this kind of scenery. "Does Graves know that they're doing a fucking war crime here?" The three of them can definitely hear the screams of wives, and scared husbands usually followed by a bang that ends them all, and the interrogative Shadows trying to force the Iranian out of his hiding, at least that is what they believe.

"These are innocent civilians..." Soap replied, she can hear the rustling behind his voice, probably still moving around trying to find a place safe enough to take a breath peacefully. "Shadows trying to play hero, aye?"

"Typical American move. Ghost, any ideas on how to escape this shithole?" Mouse has never been happy working with Graves, Shepherd, and anyone who's on their side. Too many orders, no solution. Too many noises for a small mission. She is not a fan of those unnecessary brrrts from the sky but she doesn't hate it, the Warthog-faced plane had saved her life numerous times.

"Stay low. Move through the houses. Make use of what you have. " The Lieutenant is a man of few words, but she had to admit that the things coming out of his mouth are usually useful.

Lucky. Mouse thought to herself, "I've got a knife with me. Soap?"

"Shite, got nothing on me. Probably dropped it somewhere in the forest--ouch--" Soap groaned, no matter how hard he tried to ignore the pain on his right shoulder, it keeps on coming back.

"Soap, you injured?" Mouse went into the empty-used-to-be-homey-coffee shop, her whole body complaining because instead of the sweet smell of her beloved coffee, she is greeted by the fishy smell of dried blood.

"Bullet to my right shoulder. But I'll be fine." Mouse nodded to herself, acknowledging Soap's report. Relying on the minimal light from the street and bright Shadow Jeep headlamp, she scoured the area looking for any extra weapons. It may be an empty house right now, but it still feels bad stealing something that used to be someone's. Especially when they're right there, eyes open wide with blood coming from the hole right between their jaw. The blood is fresh, meaning the Shadows were here, not long ago.

"Give me a sit-rep."

"Welcome to Starbucks, what would you like for today, Sir?" Mouse was proud of that one. She and Soap have been competing on who can make Ghost laugh harder. "Brits don't drink coffee, Mouse." Soap chimed, and she swear she could hear the targeted man chuckle a little. "Wid ye lik' some cuppa, Sir?" He continued teasing Ghost, he enjoys doing it every time. The comedian duo laughed together, satisfied by the joke. "MacTavish, sit-rep." Mouse can swear he was holding his laugh too, but for now, his stern reminder of the ignored comment is all they can get. "Rite, rite. Gated alley, Lt."

Mouse loves it every time someone makes a joke on the comms. These small interactions provide a little reminder of them still being human, not man-killing machines. Being in the army has never been easy, and will never be for anyone in the world, whether you're the strongest soldier or weakest loser out there. The emotional toll will always come like a big wave of a tsunami after every mission. When she was a Private, she believed that there is no way the missions would affect her mental health, that as long as she put nothing but her logical side of the brain into it. She was so tired of the stereotypes that women are much more emotional than men and tried so hard to prove them otherwise. But sometimes the percentage is right, and the surveys don't lie. She broke down in silence not long after her first mission.

Mostly, it was the blood. The only times she has seen blood is when it's flowing out of her flesh. The first time she has seen a fresh body it was so weird, and quickly realized how weak a human body could be.

The guilt of not being able to save everyone will never fade away, no matter how many missions she goes on after that. The kid in the Middle East. The small, weak old grandmother in Russia. The young man who died trying to protect his family in front of her.

The man was holding a handgun still wrapped tight by his dead fingers. Mouse noticed the weapon, and proceeded to take it from the cold skin of the owner, gently. This will help me survive outside. Thank you, and sorry I couldn't arrive earlier to help you. She spoke to the lifeless body in her mind, hoping that it would reach him somewhere, that he would forgive her for not being able to save the family.

She then looked around for any ammunition, because if he owned a gun that means he would have the refills for it, right? She thought and while she scoured the master bedroom for more possible useful stuff, she heard footsteps from the front door.

She stopped for a while trying to listen better to the noise, then held the pistol in both hands. By the weight of it, it seems like the previous owner didn't even get to shoot a bullet before having them in their head. Mouse kept her back to the wall, crouching behind the table in the corner of the room. The suspect of the noise stopped for a while, and from her position, she can see nothing but a familiar pair of boots.

The man is like a walking tower, yet his steps are feather-like. Mouse kept her presence hidden, she knows better than anyone that it would be a stupid idea to ambush a 6-foot-tall military man from the front. The scars and wound marks are proof of it.

She was going to wait until the giant walked past her so she could attack him from his back-until his face come into her sight. It was the lieutenant, probably looking for her and the other sergeant. "I'm inside the coffee shop." She could hear Ghost clearly from her comms, also from the man she planned on killing just a minute ago.

"Ghost! Sir!" She whispered loudly. It has been a long while since the last time she felt comfort in her heart. Seeing a familiar figure after hours of hiding in cold rain surely provide some kind of warmth, at least psychologically. The man in the balaclava somehow is fully-geared from head to toe, looking like a killing machine fresh out of the base. He quickly turned his head to the source of the sound, shoulders relaxed upon realizing that it was his junior behind the wooden table.

"Any injuries?" He asked, keeping it short and simple as always.

"No, Sir. Not a single drop of blood out." She answered, finally stood up, and walked to her superior.

"Good. Keep it that way. Gonna need a backup for exfil." He nodded, then proceeded to go upstairs. Mouse follows him automatically, keeping her footsteps light despite the heavy-duty boots. Ghost walked to the side of the window, Shadows can be seen still scanning the area that is now silent because there is no one alive to be killed anymore.

"See that church? We're going to secure our transportation right there." He pointed to the tall building up on the hills, easily visible because of the lights surrounding it. Probably a Shadow team meeting point. Ghost brought the walkie-talkie to his cloth-covered mouth, "Soap, I have regrouped with Mouse. Meet us at the church, how copy?"

"Loud and clear," Soap responded, almost immediately.

"Soap, can you manage? I can regroup with you first." Mouse reminded herself of Soap's injuries, worried about the lad going to the meeting point alone.

"Aye. Bleeding has stopped, kind of. Will somehow manage." He said, followed by a slight chuckle.

"Stay alive, Johnny." Ghost knows Soap probably better than anyone on the team, he would know when the Scotsman needs help or not.

"Roger, Sir."

Ghost moved his head in the direction of the stairs, ordering her to go downstairs first. She then moved to the direction of the kitchen, then opened the door leading to the back alley. The rainy clouds reflected the light from the church, making it easier to find a way out. Ghost followed her, always making sure no one is looking every time they make a turn into another tight alley.

They made their way into another house, the walls yellow-colored with a splash of dark brown here and there, plants on every corner of the room. Must be a cozy house before this shitshow, she thought. Ghost went straight to the kitchen, finding a rather big kitchen knife and handing it to her. 'Make use of what you have', as the skull-faced man one time said.

"Sir, can I ask you a question?" Mouse broke the silence, either it was her habit of being chatty at the wrong times or her attempt on getting her superior to speak more.

"Speak, Sergeant." He answered, eyes on the kitchen cabinets in front of him.

"How come you're so fully geared? You get a special drop or what?" She chuckled at the last sentence like it was a joke, but it really has been in her mind for a while. She has been going in and out of houses for hours, yet didn't find anything to hold on to as a weapon. How come this man has not one, but two rifles on his back?

"Your first guerilla warfare, kid?" He finally turned his back to the smaller women, slightly nodding his head in question. "You've seen my documents, Sir." Her eyes met with his for a second, then moved to the door to move again. He stayed behind her to keep her back, both of them safe.

Mouse tends to overthink her own actions, also over-analyze others' reactions. Usually by how their lips pout, how their eyebrows crease in confusion after she said something weird, and any changes in facial expressions. By Ghost's face not being visible, she could only rely on the slightest of his eye movements. They're a bit sparkly and strong when he's doing his job, dark when something didn't go his way, sometimes soft when he realized his teammate is injured, and she still can't prove it yet but also sometimes when he's looking at her. Is it because she's a woman? Because she's smaller? Looks weaker? Way greener than him? Anything it is, she doesn't care as long as she can keep working with the team.

"Sometimes you just have to let your experience talk, Mousey." He sometimes calls her Mousey when he's feeling a little bit chatty, usually to emphasize how small a mouse, and Mouse is. She doesn't hate it. Quite the contrary, she kinda loves it. It's like when your best friend gave you a nickname only they can use.

"Can't wait to be as experienced as you, Sir." She turned her head to Ghost one last time before stepping the wet road outside, again. They again stopped before making a turn on the alley. "Don't be like me, Sergeant. Do better." He has seen the glory and the muddy, stinky side of being in the army and he wouldn't wish anyone to see what he has seen and feel what he has felt before. If he could make Mouse stop her career in the military, he would. No human should live restlessly and hold the burden of world peace like this. Especially being in the 141 means that no one on the earth would be thankful for what they did, because if one does, that means they had failed on keeping the task force a secret.

"I can see the church, Sir, but there are too many Shadows walking around," Mouse reported to her superior who was behind her. This time Ghost went first, signaling her to get behind the car across the street. "Find cover. We're going to work our way to the church."

"Roger." The car's engine did warm her body for a bit, having it soaked in water for the last hours. She then peeked into the vehicle, the car key still stuck where it should be, feels like a gift from the great heavens for runaways like her.

"Sir, might want to mark this car. Engine's on, everything's there, we get Soap and run." Mouse said, excited to finally flee from the grasp of the Americans.

"Noted. Now let's move." Ghost led the way, avoiding the enemies' eyes which are ready to fire anyone who doesn't look like one of them. The pair kept on hiding behind cars, slowly making their way into the church.

"Any visual on the church?" Ghost asked the other sergeant.

"Aye. Road's blocked, though." Soap looked around for any threats, then moved to a darker alley, hiding in the shadow, from Shadows. "Try and cut through the shops. Much safer." Ghost warned. "Aye, sir. On my way."

After countless houses and shops, Ghost and Mouse finally reached the side fence of the church. The front steps were heavily guarded by an army of Shadows, making it not an option to sneak from the main gate. They could feel some kind of relief once they stepped on the cold granite floors of the religious building. Shadows might be carefree enough to kill civilians for zero reasons, but they wouldn't be brave enough to attack a church... right?

Whatever the truth is, they proceeded to go to the higher floor of the church. "I'll go first. Watch my back." Ghost said, holding his rifle tight. The church looks like it hasn't been touched by the chaos, chairs, altar, and everything still in place.

Ghost placed himself near the window of the fifth floor, prepared to give Soap the backup he would probably need when he reaches the building. Just right after he placed his sniper rifle(which Mouse kept staring at because how the fuck did he get that?), he noticed a figure that definitely doesn't belong in the Shadows squad. The figure ran into an alley, probably inside the house. The soldiers were facing another direction, not aware enough to notice him.

The pair both know it's ninety-nine-percent Soap who is inside the house. Ghost aimed his rifle at the front door of the said building, his eyes fixed right on the scope. "I'm nearby, Sir," Soap reported through the radio.

Soap was going to open the front door slowly and sneak up to the church, but it was unfortunately locked from the outside. Either he didn't realize that there are enemies outside of the house or a pure case of having so little patience left, he tried prying open the wooden door. Which of course was followed by a rather big noise considering you're hiding from a whole squadron trying to kill you.

"No, no, no, Soap! Not like that!" Mouse loudly whispered, her heart beating fast and muscles tense watching Soap's action from behind the walls of safety, or so she thought.

Soldiers swarmed the door in an instant, meeting one of the guys they have been looking for hours. A loud bang of gunfire echoed, not from the Shadow, but from the man beside Mouse.

Heads soon turned in the direction of the church, giving Soap time to escape. Shadows soon swarmed the church from the front gate, rifles on hand, definitely not trying to repel their sins. If you have done one war crime, why not add more, yeah? Nothing will change anyways.

"We've got visitors here! Meet me on the steps outside!" Ghost packed his sniper rifle, switching to a smaller, M4A1. They ran to the other side of the tower and went downstairs hoping that there will be fewer Shadows there. The American soldiers sure are fast, as one, or two already reached the fifth floor they were camping on. Mouse shot a bullet, piercing through the unprotected area of his face, replied by a bang from the other side. Two bodies dropped to the floor, one in all-black attire and one with a British flag on the right sleeve.

Ghost noticed the fight behind him, then turned his face to find that Mouse isn't there. She might sometimes be stubborn, but there was no time she doesn't obey an order. Ghost was midway to the 4th floor, then just as he was about to reach the fifth, another bang echoed, followed by a heavy thud.

He always has worst-case scenarios prepared in his head, and one is to work out his muscle a little bit and carry Mouse to safety somewhere in this mission. Sometimes his habit gets really spooky and becomes a reality.

"Don't--pick me up. I can go by myself." She grunts, holding up her body with the help of the wall, one hand waving to Ghost, signaling him to not worry. She is not scared of blood, but she hates the smell and the texture of it. She hasn't dared to look at her wound but can feel it from her inner left thigh. "Fast, before another Shadow shows up and kills us both."

Ghost opened his pocket and took out a leather belt, then fastened it right above her wound. He tightened it as much as it could go, then poked a new hole with a knife, the belt resting nice and steady, and of course doing the job of reducing the blood loss at the very least.

"Now we can move." Ghost gave a look of approval in his eye, then helped Mouse to stand straight on the ground. "Quick. I can hear the footsteps. You go first."

Mouse nodded, and they change places. Ghost gave an extra look every time he checks his back, and also every time Mouse took another step downstairs. They stop every time the rustling of army vests and heavy steps of the boots can be heard, wait until they are gone, or shoot them when they're heading their way. Mouse kept count of how many bullets will be left in her handgun, making sure every bullet out are deadly accurate. By the time they reached the ground floor, she only got two left inside the weapon.

Finally made his way to the steps outside the fenced church, Soap was a tad bit confused when he couldn't see any Shadows there. "I'm here, Lt! Area clear, no Shadows!" He reported, but of course, there would be no Shadows outside, because they were all inside chasing for the other two 141 members.

The wooden gate of the church opens, showing a limping small soldier and following a tall man with a skull balaclava, both running for their dear life. "Soap!" Ghost shouted to the man waiting outside of the fence, moving to his location to regroup. Soap shot the gates' lock with a handgun he found earlier, strapped to the body of a dead Shadow. He then opened the heavy gate with his unwounded arm, making it easier for the pair to exit the area they were in.

"Steamin' Jesus, Mouse! Y'alright?" Soap noticed the gunshot wound, the camo cargo pants now dyed dark red. Adrenaline keeps Mouse up, running, and shooting bullets, but other than that, she finds it hard to process. She finds it hard to make a proper sentence to answer him, so she just ran to the car she found before going into the church.

"Mouse found a car before we got here. We need to secure the vehicle!" Ghost ran behind Soap and Mouse, then noticed how Mouse became less and less fast. The bullet probably grazed her femoral arteries, and although not completely sever it, it's still one of the main arteries and it will leak more and more blood as she goes. It is undoubtedly Ghost's belt did wonders because if it doesn't she would've been dead from blood loss right now.

Ghost, being the only unwounded one then ran to the front of them, then picked up Mouse along the way. Usually, Mouse would've resisted, but she had little to no energy for that. "What... the... fuck..." She moved her mouth slowly, still processing what had happened, why is she on the lieutenant's shoulder, why is she not running anymore. One good thing is, Mouse is small enough, at least for Ghost, to carry on his right shoulder.

"Soap, use this!" Ghost passed his assault rifle to the sergeant. "Cover us!" He opened the back door of the Jeep, placing Mouse in a position where she could sit comfortably. Her eyes are still open, aware of everything that is occurring in front of her, but not strong enough to react. The handgun was still held tightly in her left hand, her right hand on the car seat, holding the weight of her body. The blood seems like it's not going to stop any time soon. She grunts, and straightened her body, planning on giving support by making the best out of the two bullets inside her gun.

Soap got inside the car, passenger's seat, and Ghost is driving. The car engine is still on, just like the time they found it. Ghost hit reverse, did a whole donut then hit the gas, reaching the speed that definitely will get anyone a ticket if the town is in its normal state. The Shadows, of course not giving up yet, tried to chase the stolen car. Soap shot rounds of bullets, killing the Shadow that was shooting at them. The driver is still chasing them, but no matter how many times Soap pulls the trigger, the bullets are not coming out. Mouse realized the crisis they're in right now and moved her body to the left side of the seat, took a look at the target, and shoots him. The first bullet was stopped by the window, and the second, the last bullet hit the driver near his neck. Was not the headshot she expected it to be, but still enough to help them run away.

Mouse let out a sigh, adrenaline stopped pumping and a wave of fatigue washes over her. She rested her head on the headrest, then moved her eyes, scanning the inside interior of the car. 'Oh, right' She thought, as her eye stopped on the wet wound. Everything is slow and blurry, and all she thought about was how she wanted to throw her body to a bed and sleep.

"Don't you dare sleep, Osborne." Ghost took a peek in the rearview mirror, finding the sergeant about to doze off. Soap turns his body, keeping a look on the wounded soldier in the back seat. "I'll keep my eyes on her, Lt. Keep driving." He said, and he kept his words, as he literally stared at Mouse without even blinking.

Mouse found the sergeant's action funny and let out a weak chuckle. "Stop. You're scary." Mouse knew that it was game over once she closes her eye. She knows it too well, she has seen it too many times, more than enough.

"Where are we going, Sir?" Soap asked the driver, eyes still on Mouse. "Alejandro has a safe house. We're meeting his men there." If Ghost could go faster, he would. The thing is, this is the fastest a Jeep could go. The blocked roads are also not helping. Soap unfastened his seat belt, then jumped to the back seat. "I'm sorry, little mouse, you know I hate violence but I had to do this."

He hit Mouse's cheeks from both sides, squeezing them and bringing his face closer to hers. "Let's do a little quiz, aye? What's your favorite subject in school?" The surprise slap and sudden quiz did open Mouse's eyes a little bit. "Heh, Lame." The driver chimed in.

"What the fuck, Soap." She laughed. "Mom wansme goodadmahhs." Every second she finds it harder and harder to move her body parts, her mouth not excluded. "Mouse... badadid." Her eyes started getting teary, Soap's question brought up some good memories of her hometown. "Tellmamom... Sorry-ah-lie...d." Her body shakes every time she sniffled, her head full of regret for not being honest with the people she loves.

"You tell them yourself, Natalie. Maybe after we are back in the UK?" Soap's mission was only one, and that is to keep the other sergeant talking. Having little to no energy left, Mouse nodded, hoping that her body wouldn't have to be sent to her house, because it will be funny that Natalie Osborne, who's supposed to be working in the paperwork department of the SAS, died because of a bullet wound.

People who have seen her documents, in this case, Captain Price and Lieutenant Riley, must've known that her parents actually knew about their daughter being in the task force. Her dad actually once became suspicious and called directly to the military hotline. He told them not to tell her, though, because he knows she would be embarrassed as fuck if that happened.

They were approaching the road out of the city but were met with barbed wires, preventing citizens to escape from the lockdown. Ghost didn't hesitate and drove through it, finally getting them out of the destroyed city. The surroundings of the car shifted from the street lights to the dark mountains, and them getting closer to the safe house. She doesn't know if it's because of the lack of lamps, but Mouse felt like her vision is getting darker as time passes. Her headache is gradually getting stronger and her eyelids get heavier each second.

"Hold on, Mousey. The safe house is close. We'll patch you up first thing first." Ghost held tight on the steer, he is not panicking, but no one will ever get used to seeing their teammate's soul slipping out of their hand. They are so close, so close to saving Mouse from the death's door.

"Am sleepy, Simon..." Consciousness fading in and out, she doesn't even realize she's calling her superior by his given name. Wrinkles show up between Soap's eyes, worried about the inevitable. "Come on, hey, you said Mouse don't die, aye?" He gave her cheeks some light taps, in an attempt to wake her up again.

Mexico is not supposed to be this cold, even if it's a rainy night. She doesn't know, it's her first time visiting the country. She could see Soap's mouth moving as if he was talking to her, but she couldn't hear anything. The last thing she wanted to do was to talk. She just wants to lay down somewhere warm and comfy, then sleep.

It all makes sense now. She's not going to be a better person than the Lieutenant, she's not going to be the first female captain in the SAS. The book is closing, and it is by an American betrayer. Should she become a wandering spirit, she will ghost Graves anytime she could. Yeah, that's probably a good plan for her future. She unconsciously chuckled with her last drop of energy, and finally succumbed to the fatigue.

"No, no, no, no, no--Fuck! We're losing her!" He slammed his fist to the car seat, then immediately rushed to fold Mouse's sleeves up and took her gloves off, desperate for any signs of a heartbeat. "How long 'til we get there, Lt?" He finally took his eyes off Mouse after a good hour and gave the Lieutenant a look from the rearview mirror.

"One last turn. Hold tight." Ghost made a hard turn but hardly a drift, the trees fading, and a big barn came into sight. It looks clean but somehow abandoned, with nothing but the field of grass surrounding it.

"I'll carry her. Johnny, you take care of your own wound." Ghost got out of the car first, then opened the back door. "Aye, Sir." Soap nodded, then walked to the said safe house. He kneeled to the iron plates on the ground, suspicious of the placement.

Ghost let out a heavy sigh, then carried the limp body out of the vehicle. He could feel her chest rise and fall softly, a sign for him to not give up hope. He may not say it out loud, but having his subordinate injured under his watch leaves a big guilt on him.

He stopped walking behind the kneeling Scotsman, and he too noticed the object on the grass. "Rigged plates." Soap deducted. "Smart bastard." Ghost approved, amazed by the Mexican Special Forces colonel.

Soap went inside through the open window, his now freshly loaded rifle ready in his hand scanning the lowly lighted area. Ghost followed with Mouse on his shoulder, and a red dot appeared on Soap's forehead. "Don't move." He ordered the sergeant, then a knife was sent flying in the direction of the laser, landing on the wooden pole.

"Who's there?" A familiar sound asked, answered by Soap who realized the owner of the voice. "Rodolfo!" He called, and the mentioned man then appeared from behind the pole.

"Soap! Ghost! Mouse!" His eyes light up, seeing his amigos alive and moving, but his face soon turned the opposite when he laid his eyes on Ghost's shoulder. He jumped out of his hiding, and gave back the knife Ghost threw at him, rushing to help them carry the injured sergeant.

"You guys equipped with proper infirmary?" Ghost waved his hand, signaling the Mexican that he will carry Mouse by himself. "Come," He nodded, then did a light jog to the light switch, turning on some of the barn's light sources. He then pulled down a lever, and wooden barn doors opened, showing them another door, hopefully, filled with medical equipment.

Ghost laid down her body on the hard bed, and gave her one last look, his eyes soft as always. The curious eyes that used to look up at him, were now closed, skin pale. He sighs, he has never been good at expressing emotions, on how to act when his teammate is nearly dying, in front of him. The Los Vaqueros had a combat medic, thank whoever's up there. The British Special Forces went out of the room, entrusting the life of little Mouse in the Mexican soldier's hands.

Whatever results that will come out of the door, one thing that Ghost, and Soap know, is that they were not ready to lose another friend. At least after they all saw her efforts in climbing the harsh world of the army. All those hard work, all the times they have bonded together as a team, as mates. How are they supposed to see Price's face after all this? How to tell Gaz? How to move on to another mission with one gear missing?

They don't have enough time to worry, never enough time for anything. They had to move forward, plan on getting their revenge on Graves and Shepherd, free Alejandro, find Hassan, and save the world from chaos.

One thing they keep in their head, is that you can never kill a Mouse. They will always come back, usually smarter, and even harder to kill. As someone once said:

"Mouse dead, more Mouse show up later. "

#cod ocs #cod oc #cod mw2 #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #ghost x oc #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #cod ghost #john soap mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish #cod x reader #cod reader insert #natalie mouse osborne #angst #how could a strip of comic became 5k words fanfic #simon ghosy riley x reader

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inkblotsandpapertrails · 1 year

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Hello! I love your writing, especially ur OHSHC stuff! I feel like you captured all the characters really well <3 Everyone feels so alive! Feel free to ignore this request, but I would love to hear about ur headcannons for your Unstoppable Series between the reader and the host club! Or just your ideas in general. I'm so in love with your work and I'm so excited to see what else you'll create! It's always worth the wait (♡´𓋰`♡)

oh my goodness that is... so incredibly sweet i'm gonna cry. my little heart. thanks so much anon that's really nice to hear. i kinda fell off the ohschc train for a while but i had ideas for that kyoya fic and i want to deliver them. and this is a really good question! so hopefully it'll get me back into the swing of things - but hey we all know i take fucking forever to write so i wont go getting anyones hopes up, i'll just answer your question :) this got kinda long so i'm gonna put it under a readmore uwu but i hope you enjoy!

so the current atmosphere between the reader and the hosts is,,, difficult. each of the hosts have their own very specific outlooks on the world shaped by their own very specific experiences, so none of them are really doing the Right Thing in this scenario - but you can't really blame them for that. mostly.

for the hitachiins, the important thing to note is that they are very much spoiled rich kids who spent the majority of their lives ignored and left to their own devices. we know they're pretty unempathetic to other people because that's just the way they were raised - they were the only two people they could recognize as Real People, and everyone else was just a plaything. that's changed throughout the anime - they're more empathetic to others and care deeply for their friends - but they're still just as selfish, as we've seen in the b&b arc. they don't want their friends to leave them, so they either cling on too tight (kaoru) or push their friends away before they can (hikaru).

hikaru knows from the moment the reader shows up that you do NOT want to be in the host club - now that IS a fairly normal reaction, the club's got kind of a slanderous reputation around school since it is literally just paying to date people, but the host club is his and kaoru's haven. it's what brought them a proper family. so he doesn't really like seeing someone there when they clearly don't want to be there - it just feels like an insult, both to him and the club (and maybe because he sees some of his old self in the way you push away tamaki and the rest of them, as well). so, as he did with haruhi when they first arrived, he wants to torment the reader and push you away until you inevitably leave, because hey, you don't want to be here and you're just gonna leave at some point anyway, so why not speed up the process? kaoru's intentions aren't quite as malicious - i think it's just another one of those 'well, hikaru's doing it, and i do what hikaru does' things (poor boy does not have a solid grasp of his own identity yet). but it is also partially that kaoru is very scared of letting people get close to him now that he and hikaru are beginning to distance themselves from each other (this is all vaguely post-anime canon). not quite as much as hikaru, but he doesn't really wnat to get attached to you.

(unfortunately, neither of them were expecting the reader to snap quite so badly. they figured you'd just storm out and not come back - they were not expecting tears. and when you said 'if this is how you're gonna treat me, i'm better off being at home'... well no spoilers but that's gonna stick with them.)

tamaki is,,, difficult for me as a writer because he feels things a LOT and i do not know how to capture it. but i imagine in the process of meeting the reader he's gone from one extreme to the other. he's eager to have a new member, and i'm sure he can see that 'something' about you that he saw with the twins and honey and kyoya, so yeah, he's very excited. probably rattling off costume ideas for 8 people, probably factoring an extra person into the budget, probably trying to find out what colours suit you and what your favourite snack is and etc etc (he is CLINGY, sue him). but then when you break down he's probably in the opposite of that extreme. i imagine he really laid into the twins - not his typical show-boating speeches, but an actual seething 'what the hell is wrong with you' scolding (he is a good dad. he doesn't let shit slide), and is really fixating on the comment about your homelife. tamaki cares a lot and has very little boundaries so i imagine he's trying his very hardest to fix everything (even if it violates your privacy - he's... trying. he's not good at it but he's trying).

haruhi is just downright furious. you seemed really chill, and they could probably see that you've been feeling lost and alone, like they did before they found the host club. i think they really wanted you to stay and have a good time and maybe find a little niche you could fit into, because while haruhi knows that the guys are overwhelming, they also know that the guys care deeply for their friends and would do anything to make a person they loved feel happy (even if they get it wrong most of the time). and now the twins have ruined that, and so has kyoya honestly, and none of the other guys stopped them so fuck them too!! so yeah i imagine haruhi laid into all of the guys (the twins and kyoya are the most responsible, yes, but we all know that when haruhi is mad everyone is gonna pay for it) and is now giving all of them the iciest of silent treatments (except honey).

honey is more perceptive than he seems, so i imagine he feels quite similarly to haruhi. he probably saw something in you that he felt back when he was a haninozuka to the bone - like you were being forced into someone elses place and desperately needed a thing that was yours, and no one elses, where you could be entirely yourself. and now the twins went and made you cry, and kyoya was being really mean the whole time, and honey's very upset about the whole thing. not quite haruhi's 'yell at everyone and then silent-treatment' upset, but he's very tearful and is currently refusing to speak to the twins.

mori is once again difficult for me (he's like the opposite of my tamaki problem). he doesn't know you very well but i imagine he wants to look out for you the way he does with haruhi. he's not quite murderously angry, but he is extremely disappointed in the twins, and while he's not going to try anything with kyoya, it's fairly obvious that he's not entirely happy with how kyoya handled things with you. for now he's just comforting honey.

kyoya is. well. no spoilers but he had his own reasons for roping you into the club. he is not immune to curiosity - he likes to know things and he likes to be correct, which is why it frustrates him when things don't act the way they're supposed to. that's the most nonspoilery way i can say why he wanted you in the club while also wanting to torment you a little - sometimes you need to dissassemble something to understand it. it's all very clinical and sociopathic but that's kyoya. but even kyoya's not immune to emotions (even if he likes to pretend that he is) and you're defying pretty much all his expectations and behaving in ways that just don't make sense to him, as well as making him think things that he can't understand just yet, which is obviously going to frustrate him (because no matter how serious he tries to act that boy has the mentality of a toddler trying to solve a rubiks cube). so he definitely doesn't like you just yet (it's enemies to lovers deal with it) but he's intrigued by you, and that's saying a lot for kyoya - and while he wants to figure you out, he's no longer going to break you to do so, which, again, is saying a lot for him.

man this was fun. i love talking about my wips, it's what helps me the most when it comes to writing, but alas i am not immune to cringe and i would rather die than talk to my friends about my x reader blog, so asks like this are really helpful for me! thanks anon, youre a sweetheart and this made me really happy :)) i hope you like the answer you got!!

#ohschc #ohshc x reader #kyoya ootori #kyoya ootori x reader #unstoppable force immovable object #headcanons #anon #ask

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hangingoffence · 10 months

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a birdie (winter. it's winter) said that you have Opinions about Konig, care to share with the class?

do i? DO I?! *cracks my knuckles and my neck*

my biggest issue with the character is the fandom interpretation of him(like in most characters i like the ppl just dont see dont hear grrr makes me feral). It all stems from the fact that König has social anxiety and as we all know all people who suffer from anxiety are all alike and they are shy people pleasers who pick flowers and blush constantly. These people do not know how anxiety affect people in different ways and that its not a fucking one-size fits all. Shyness is a personality trait and social anxiety is a disorder that affects people on day to day life. This might be a surprise for some people but people with social anxiety might love to interact with other people, but their anxiety prevents them from doing it. The fear of being in front of people and the possibility of being humiliated causes people to stay away and not engage in social situations no matter how much they actually would want to. Social anxiety is NOT a personalty trait stop making it one!!!

König's biography in the game stated: König suffered from severe social anxiety throughout his life, often being bullied during his childhood. At the age of 17, he volunteered for the military./ However, his sniper hood terrified the Urzik hostages who had to be convinced by the rest of his team to follow König to safety.

His bio has also stated: Bullied throughout childhood, König found acceptance only when fighting - an activity in which he excelled./ While the sniper hood concealing his face makes him a terrifying figure. It's rumored what's under that hood is even scarier.

His voicelines do not suggest he's shy at all either. He's exited to get into the action and doesn't hint into any kind of insecurity. He also says things very straight forwardly and doesn't hesitate (though that's most just for the player experience but you can convey a lot of personality from just voicelines and he's nowhere near to a shy or insecure person.)

He certainly does not fit into the normal life due to his enormous size which makes it hard for him to go unnoticed. Him being bullied too feeds into the anxiety and the fear of humiliation. But him joining the military gives a set in stone power structure and certain scripted social situations you follow. He thrives in that kind of environment. He's good at fighting and through that he can feel like he fits in.

The sniper hood may even enforces that experience. Not having to show other's his face helps with the anxiety. It is certainly much easier to face and confront things without a noticeable face. It also helps with the scare factor. Other people are scared of him which means people do not want to confront him.

He's a high ranking military specialist. He does not act like a fucking child like the fandom portrays him. He's violent. He's capable. He's scary and he revels in that.

so tldr: STOP making him be the owo >////< *sweats* im so shy uwu baby ill kill you and your whole fucking family

#thank you for asking and letting me rage for a minute <3333 #xandromedan #ask #könig #cod mw

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auniverseforgotten · 4 days

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Flexible Asks for Salieri and Erik (or whoever you like if you choose to swap them out for any of the questions) to feed the brainrot perhaps uwu: ⏰️ 🖼 📍 🛡 😨 🤕 💖 💛 👍 🐜

OHOHOHOHOHO IT'S FINALLY TIME I LOVE WHEN PEOPLE ASK ME THINGS even if I lovingly bullied u into it <3

Ask game is here if anyone wants it/wants to ask me anything else for anyone <3

So a run through again w/Erik bcus not everyone reads servant profiles: Erik in FGO is more akin to an actor playing the Phantom of the Opera than being the Phantom himself. He's the model for the character, which is where his Innocent Monster comes from; he grows the claws and has the disfigurement on his face bcus of it. [ps if that is not the right word pls pls pls tell me, I used this guide from the National Center on Disability and Journalism but it can still be Wrong]

Just wanted to stress that bcus this is FGO's Phantom, not the Phantom of the Opera's Phantom who needs. So so much therapy. Like FGO's does too BUT STILL

⏰️ Who starts off the morning routine? Who makes them late?

Neither of these fuckers sleep lbr. 50% of the time they'll be up all night working on an opera, 50% of the time they are up bcus of The Demons. However if they DID ever sleep, Salieri would be up first and Erik would just refuse to get up, there are PEOPLE out there why would he GO

As for who makes them late, it switches between them both. When Erik is Not hiding in the basement he always puts a lot of effort into his costumes so it takes Time to get everything ready. And Salieri is cut from the same cloth, if you aren't going to look your best why even go???

Yes they do show up to Chaldea movie nights dressed to the nines yes everyone does lovingly tease Salieri about it [he made it very clear early on that he was fine with it but if Any of them do it to Erik he will have Words] but also it's endearing. There's Chaldea's resident dad and one of its resident basement creatures, dressed like they're going to a coronation.

🖼 Who has final say on the decor? What does their space look like?

Only when I typed it for this did I realize this is a painting and not a spider web XD ANYWAY decor is a Fight. Admittedly a low stakes one bcus imo they DO keep their own spaces, solely bcus Salieri is not going to live in a cave, Erik, sorry. And Erik isn't going to tell Salieri how to decorate because it's his room.

However if they DID have a shared space it would be a bit of a fight. Salieri enjoys gothic architecture just as much as Erik but they have different ideas of it. Salieri thinks arches and stained glass, maybe some wrought iron, and Erik thinks skulls and bronze statues looking horrified and in agony.

Salieri thinks that the normal Chaldea lighting is fine, actually, Erik would like five million candles around the entire room, but that is a FIRE HAZARD, ERIK. A chandelier is also brought up and Immediately denied bcus Salieri knows he would drop it on someone. If not to kill then at least to scare the shit out of.

Also the room isn't TALL enough but I like to believe they are an hour into a polite but intense discussion about Salieri not wanting Erik to have a murder chandelier and Erik being offended that he thinks he would ABSOLUTELY murder someone with it when Salieri finally goes "And how would it even hang? It would be an inch off the ground, bello." and Erik sits there like. Wait shit fuck you're right dammit

Not related to the question but Erik's little. Haunted mouse cave would be perfect for Halloween, Salieri talks him into it but doesn't have to convince him much bcus Erik has such a flair for the ✨drama✨and then they decorate it together <3

📍Who's the instigator? How does it usually go?

Honestlyyyy neither of them is really adventurous? Like. Erik literally hides in the basement all day. He might wander out if he hears exceptional music or singing which. Could be considered An adventure but they really aren't for him lmao

And while Salieri isn't As tucked away, he also seems like the type to just chill at home you know? If Ritsuka needs him he'll be there in a heartbeat, but he isn't one of the servants who hears "adventure" and goes racing off to meet it.

Ig you could see Salieri as a halfway instigator if you go with what I said in my other post [bottom], in that if he's chosen for a particularly dangerous reason Erik will slip through shadows and story to be by his side to try and protect him as best he can. And while Salieri does his best to make his partner not worry, there has been at least one case where they were in Big Trouble and Salieri lets himself be grabbed so Erik drops a chandelier on someone/slits their throat w/his claws.

They HAVE talked about this though, and the first time it happens Salieri is So apologetic and Erik is like ??? it's chill I would drop a thousand chandeliers on ppl bcus I love you <3 and then they have to talk about THAT bcus that's not what he was saying, Erik, he doesn't want you to feel used or like a tool and THAT gets into the basis of who he is bcus while he Is an actor stepping into the role of the Phantom of the Opera, there's still gonna be overlap and learned behaviors bcus of it. Like being a tool for other people bcus Erik thinks it's love. And it can be, in a way, Salieri isn't trying to CHANGE that he is just trying to stress that he loves him for many reasons and not just what he can do for him.

This is a very entertaining discussion to watch bcus they are both worried about the other and neither of them is grasping the other's points. Erik wants Salieri to know he will do anything and everything for him happily; Salieri wants Erik to know that he appreciates and loves his devotion but such strong devotion can be harmful to the person offering it and the last thing he wants is to hurt Erik somehow.

Mozart composes a scene about it, probably, meaning to be teasing Salieri bcus he doesn't get as much ATTENTION now that his friend has a boyfriend what the FUCK but instead it makes each of their points clear to the other lmao

🛡 Who's the best fighter? How do they fight together? How do they protect each other?

I would say that they're both effective fighters. I know in-game they're a bronze 2* and a silver 3* but given all the other fate IPs we've seen where servants who are bronze/silver in FGO are super fuckin OP, this doesn't rlly impact things. They do have different specialties though.

So Salieri I think tends to fight head on, he does have ranged capabilities but he's much more effective when he can also stab people. He is pretty fast because of it, BUT if he's quick enough he can pull up the Wailing Facade to tank hits as well. He isn't BUILT to tank hits, not like Mash is, but he has the ability to do so. He does require a good amount of support if he's taking hit after hit, but I hc him as another servant who just. Will not stop getting back up. "Isn't that every servant" YES but I mean it more in a his spirit origin could be reading as Destroyed and he'd still force himself back up out of rage alone. Yes this does lead to dramatic collapses on the battlefield hehehe

Erik meanwhile has two fighting styles: sneak attacks and silent assassinations, and all out berserker rage mode. This is mainly because he's a berserker in Shinjuku and HONESTLY given how they write him in fate he rlly should be a berserker in general- I know he's an assassin due to source material, but berserker honestly makes more sense. So his typical attacks are in the shadows, appears before anyone knows he exists and disappears before people even realize they've died. Howeverrrrrr if Salieri takes a really bad hit or goes down and doesn't get back up...my god this man goes feral. He has those claws and he will USE THEM. Also like the idea bcus of how often he appears with the skeleghosts that he can just. Generate those, sing them back to life maybe?

So to use them effectively they don't often fight Together; they have different roles and they understand it well. However when they have to, when one of them is overwhelmed the other is There immediately [so long as it doesn't leave Ritsuka in danger] and then it's back to back "failure is not an option because I am NOT losing you" full-on slaughter. I like to think that Mozart tries to keep an eye on Salieri to follow him to provide support, and an eye on Erik bcus that's his bestie's partner, for better or for worse [he has mixed feelings about Erik]. Conversely, Moriarty also keeps an eye on them bcus Erik is his Bro and he also is canonically fond of Salieri as well, so they have been in a Desperate situation before when Crime Gramps comes rocketing from fucking nowhere and takes out like ten people in one sweep. And then complains about his back lmao

I kinda already went over how they protect each other but idk this could be my small brain thinking when I play FGO but I think their NPs kinda compliment each other; Salieri deals heavy damage+lowers arts resist, Erik deals heavy defense ignoring damage+lowers debuff resist. They aren't perfectly matched like some but. It works imo so there have been times where Salieri will just burst into his NP to give Erik a boost for his, and vice versa. BUT ALSO ERIK DROPS CHANDELIERS ON PPL and other heavy things lmao. After they discuss it, Salieri does consent to it being A strategy they can use if they Have to, and Erik agrees even though he doesn't like his partner being in that much danger. His fave part of that strategy though is that he gets to shadow Salieri Heavily, he enjoys having his partner in line of sight for once.

😨 What do they each fear? Do the other's know?

Erik by being the model for the Phantom shares his appearance and some of the same headspace; because of this one of his biggest fears is people seeing him without his mask or glamor of some sort. Bcus imo even when Erik has his mask off in my stories at least his face isn't magically fixed, and he has some sort of glamor or magic hiding it. An illusion, mirrors, idk how he just Does.

Now Salieri is very good at boundaries and as such never touches his mask or asks; what he learns comes willingly from Erik. He always makes sure to be Very physically affectionate with him because of it, pressing kisses to his forehead, cheek, lips, hands, his mask if it wouldn't make him uncomfortable.

Eventually they're in a fight in some singularity and Erik loses not only his mask but also his glamour, and he is. Terrified horrified anxious scared. Salieri fights his way through to him, gives him his own mask, and helps him fight off the enemies. After the battle Erik returns the mask bcus the gesture is Too Much at once, Salieri takes it and asks if he can kiss him four times, each at a different place. The fourth is on his now unmasked face and my god Erik is a mess about it, about what he thinks is the worst part of himself being loved.

And when the others are making their way over, Salieri just steps in front of him and doesn't let anyone else see him. Maybe Lobo brings the mask, he is the Goodest Boy. Or one of Salieri's firing squad.

Salieri for his part is mostly afraid of 1. losing himself and 2. never being himself in the first place. He can't ever fully shake the idea that he doesn't belong in his own body due to the nature of his spirit origin, and it gives him a lot of anxiety and depression that he works hard to hide. Erik sees all of it before they're even really friends, ngl, he kinda. Sees everything. So when they become friends he does tell Salieri he Knows he isn't okay when he says he is, not in an accusatory way, just like "hey I want you to know that I know" way.

Which is part of what helps lead into their relationship [it's a slow build from friends to lovers [after being strangers] that they don't even notice] because Salieri doesn't feel like he has to hide with him.

🤕 Have they shared with each other what hurt them the most? How do they care for each other?

Alright I kinda already did this with Erik above whOOPS but. I would say what hurts Erik the most is the mockery and hate people hold for him solely because of his appearance. Because if you READ THE BOOK overall it ends like. Hey this guy was, at the start of this, a human like anyone else. And maybe if people had looked below skin deep, none of this would have Even happened. Like. The Phantom absolutely did fucked up shit but who he became was at the hands of the abuse, mockery, and awful parts of humanity that were hurled at him.

So Erik really, really cannot handle being Perceived in anyway, it always feels as if people are watching him, mocking him behind his back, calling him a demon, etc. Now as mentioned above Salieri helps mostly in that he wholeheartedly embraces every part of who Erik is. He fucking loves his partner, okay? They adore each other, he loves him. He doesn't care about his face or his claws he cares about who Erik is. And admittedly he ADORES his voice oml does he love his man's voice he has made SO MANY OPERAS FOR HIM NOW.

For Salieri's part, what has hurt him most are the rumors that he killed Mozart. Both because it literally. Gave him the most incorrect spirit origin IMAGINABLE for how he actually was in life, and because it led him to such dark points in his life.

Now Erik approached this in a way Salieri Probably would not approve of in that he first makes sure fuckin No One is talking badly about Salieri in Chaldea at all and if they are. They get a visit. <3 And then he seeks out Mozart who at first thinks his bestie's boyf is here to throw hands but no he actually wants to know more about Salieri in life but from an outside perspective, as much of what Salieri says about himself is negative.

So he learns who his partner actually was and it eases things into conversations which also helps Salieri when he feels like he's losing himself again. For all that everyone in Chaldea is a little worried they'll be bad for each other, they are remarkably well suited.

💖 Who acts the most loving? And are they the most attached?

I feel like they both act equally loving because they both know the other needs it. While Salieri is uncomfortable with PDA, when Erik wanders up out of the basement for the first time in months he knows he needs support, so he's very physically affectionate. So from an outside perspective, Salieri would look the most loving due to not only being physically affectionate in front of others but also engaging in behaviors he usually wouldn't for the comfort of his partner.

Meanwhile Erik is often there for Salieri in his darker moments, times where he is overwhelmed and feeling isolated and Erik just. Comes in through his mirror. While they do Technically wreck each other's sleeping schedules, it's most often to support each other. Once Salieri has seen his face Erik also puts a lot of trust in him by leaving his mask off at times, a layer of extreme vulnerability showing that he trusts and loves him more than anything.

Idk they just LOVE EACH OTHER OKAY and they're both fully head over heels for each other, composing each other music and Salieri finds Erik's voice to be absolutely Divine, but when Erik hears Salieri's voice. He is just in the thrall of it. They sing TOGETHER and all of Chaldea is down bad LMAOOO Mozart is prying at the walls like LET ME DOWN THERE I HAVE TO C O M P O S E

💛 What do other's think about their bond? Family, friends, society?

OH BOY THIS IS A FUN ONE

Okay so I'll break it into chunks. Starting from Ritsuka! They love both of these servants dearly and once they determine that while they may be encouraging some bad health strategies, they are mostly helping each other, they are totally okay with it. Makes them happy to see.

NOW FOR ERIK I like to think the Shinjuku servants all kinda vibe together to some degree after what Moriarty put them all through LMAO minus Saber Artoria Alter and Jalter bcus they hate each other BUT LIKE THEY LOVE TO HATE EACH OTHER SO-

So like. Jalter and Hessian already love Salieri and they aren't concerned about him and Erik. They are a Little concerned about Erik being who he is but more on that later. But Moriarty already is fond of Salieri so he's 100% onboard, prob was Erik's hype man like "Salieri shows up to my bar sometimes and he's never with anyone I am 100% positive that you have a chance JUST MENTION IT YOU ALREADY SPEND ALL THIS TIME TOGETHER" and I feel like Yan Qing would try and be a hype person too. Saber Artoria doesn't rlly gaf and while Shakespeare's roll in Shinjuku prob would've made him Less willing to hang out with them he is ALWAYS down for the tea so-

BUT FOR SALIERI'S PART. Man a lot of people are Very concerned. Usually a servant = was that person, not so much where they're a model for the character. Other Innocent Monster types would prob grasp it easier but.

So Jalter and Hessian accept it faster than the other avengers due to knowing Erik better and being able to observe him closer. Lobo is angy for a while longer tho bcus Puppy. Dantes is Very suspicious of it for a Very long time until Erik sits down with him like "okay I hate people but we are going to Talk because this is upsetting Salieri"

Marie, Sanson, and d'Eon are supportive but cautious, though as they see them interact they're like "oh they're great okay <3"

AND THEN MOZART. Mozart who happens to stumble upon them and then they disappear themselves into Chaldea bcus they are NOT ready to talk about this yet, sits his ass outside Salieri's room for HOURS or maybe even days until his friend comes out. BUT rather than be a huge explosive argument Mozart is just like.

"Him? Why??"

And Salieri steels himself and starts talking and Mozart who doesn't GET it or see what he sees in Erik is like. Okay...okay okay okay I don't. I don't GET it. But he makes you happy. He does make you happy?? Okay he makes you happy. So Mozart actually has the quickest come around to Erik bcus he has that talk with Salieri bcus they are BESTIES.

👍 What do you like about this dynamic?

I like a lot of things, some more surface level than others. I like that they both canonically/historically have wonderful voices, and that they both greatly enjoy opera. I like feral overprotective partners. But also I really feel like they could understand each other better with how their Innocent Monster traits present, which is why it drives me NUTS that typemoon says Salieri doesn't like Erik sdzfxcg

Just. A person cast to play a role who then has that role inflicted upon himself. A person twisted into a murderer because of public belief and perception. LIKE Y'ALL SEE IT RIGHT??? I mean i know you do Wolfie but EVERYONE ELSE AS WELL-

🐜 What's your smallest headcanon for them?

I think they would both enjoy the Looney Tunes opera cartoons even though they're both serious about opera bcus they're just fun little things and it expands opera's audience.

THANK U AS ALWAYS FOR LETTING ME SCREAM EVEN THO I USED THE BDAY CARD ON U LAST NIGHT <3

#solar screams #solar writes #fgo #salieri #phantom #salierik???#erieri??#rlly it would be erisal but erieri is funny lol #salierik #ig that is the tag i will use to organize my thonks #ask games #ship ask games #THANKS WOLFIE

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@barack-fa: omg kazuichi and K1-B0 interacting would heal me.... kazuichi would desperately want to disassemble him while K1-B0 is trying to talk him out of it in terror🗣️❗ I finally did it!! Sorry for the wait;;; This one was super fun to write!! K1-B0's free time events in V3 are so silly, and having a reason to finally watch his Talent Development Program runthrough- the pairings he has in that are CRAZY LMAO. Kazuichi is like my favouritest guy ever thank u for suggesting him and someone so silly to pair with him! Their dynamic is so funny, but also I think they could learn a lot from each other uwu u know. if Kaz ever calms down enough for 2 seconds OIGAOIHIOE Thank u for the request!! I hope u like it!!

Buried in the back of Hope’s Peak Academy, the clock on the wall of the workshop ticked.

The workshop in Hope’s Peak Academy was, as one may suspect, a hectic, messy, and oppressively loud place to be. What may be surprising to an outsider, however, was that the noise was not due to the work that happened within the workshop, but mostly from the people doing the work. The Ultimates who tended to make home within the workshop were rowdy, obsessive, and typically crass in some way or another. The space was not the place for the faint hearted, unless they had very good noise-cancelling earphones and a strong stomach when it came to smells.

Kazuichi Souda would personally class himself as none of these things, despite what others may say and think from first appearances. But he couldn’t deny that he enjoyed the workspace he shared with the others. Sure, it wasn’t his garage back home, but his garage back home also didn’t have the technology that this workshop did, so it was give and take, and Souda was willing to make adjustments for home comforts and personal preferences for how things are stored and managed to gain access to these things. It wasn’t like he was a control freak or anything. It’s just easier to work when things are where you expect them to be, you know?

But today, unlike any other day, that noise and mayhem was gone.

Today, Souda learned for the first time in his 3 years of being in Hope’s Peak Academy, that the clock on the wall ticked.

The workshop was large, stretching wide enough that, even without the usual noise, if two people stood on opposite ends of the room, they’d have to shout to hear each other, and even then, they’d still have to strain to understand what was being said as the noise echoed between the two. Stainless steel workbenches stretched across the middle before stopping to allow space for the lifts, pits, and cranes needed to work on vehicles. Industrial shelves sat in orderly rows along one stretch of the room, and that was where the ‘orderly’ nature of them ended. Someone had attempted to label each shelf and area for ease of access. It had worked for maybe two weeks. The opposite side held a large expanse of paned windows that filled the room with brilliant amounts of natural lighting. Or rather, they probably did at one point when they weren’t covered in dust, debris, glue, oil, and other such liquids that were probably best left unidentified. Streaks cut through the dirt on some, a noble attempt at cleanliness (probably from the same person who did the labels, if Souda was to guess), others held greasy finger drawings that would make his grandmother cry. Well, it would if Souda’s grandmother was a normal grandmother, he’d assume. Actually, his grandmother could probably draw something bad enough to make even someone like Iruma blush.

Speaking of.

Hearing the workshop this quiet was strange. It put Souda more on edge than the typical irregular banging and clanging of tools and equipment usually did. He couldn’t help but feel like he was suspended in that moment in a horror movie, right when you know a jump scare is coming and you’re just waiting for it to happen. Souda always got scared by those, no matter how prepared he was.

The reason it was so quiet was because Souda was actually here early. Before school started. Which was also unprecedented. He felt like rubbing it in the face of everyone who’d ever doubted him. But it wasn’t just for any old reason that he’d scraped himself out of his dorm room bed and out into the cold, dewy morning before anyone should legally or morally be up and ready and doing anything. It was for a very particular, very special reason.

Miu Iruma was AWOL. And had been AWOL for a while now. And would be AWOL for a while to come, because she was on an important trip to an exhibition to flaunt her latest invention to investors that Hope’s Peak were very interested in getting under their thumb.

What this meant was something extraordinary. It wasn’t that Souda could finally exist in the workshop without being bullied for being a ‘wimpy virgin cuck’ (that’s contradictory. He’d told her as much. She’d only laughed harder at him) or a ‘pissbaby pussyboy’ (that was hypocritical coming from her, who’d nearly pissed herself when Mondo had gotten too nervous around her the last time he was here) or perhaps, if she’d used the other insults already, a ‘second-hand scenecore fleshlight’ (Souda didn’t even know what ‘scenecore’ meant).

What it meant, was as it stood, Souda was the only person on campus with hands-on and applicable knowledge in electronics, engineering and mechanics. Which meant that in the case of, oh, let’s say, a certain robot student whose professor lived hours away, even when taking the shinkansen, ran into certain troubles with regards to his circuitry, Kazuichi Souda, Ultimate Mechanic, was the only person available to help said robot student with said issues.

What it meant was that this was the best day of Kazuichi Souda’s entire life.

So, of course Souda was up early. Mostly because he could hardly even sleep the night before, tossing and turning like a kid on Christmas eve. Now he sat waiting, hands alternating between tapping a fast, consistent rhythm on the top of the stainless-steel worktable with a loose screw he’d found left there from the night before, and tucking his hands tightly between his knees once his hand grew too tired of the tapping, only to go back to the tapping because without it he was focusing on the clock which currently was torture.

What type of terrible luck was it that, out of all people, Iruma was the one who got a robot in her class. Souda wanted to blame Komaeda for it, the bastard. He swore that the guy's weird luck thing was contagious. The fact that there was a whole walking, talking, fully sentient robot wandering around his school and the only person that had been allowed to see inside him was someone like Iruma was sickening. It was a sick, disturbing, horrible joke. It was despair itself. Surely that went against Hope’s Peak’s whole thing, right? Like it just was totally, completely evil and unfair! He’d even tried convincing that programmer chick from the class below him to help him make his own cool robot to shove it in Iruma’s face. He didn’t know what he did, but she started crying and then people got mad and Kuzuruyu dragged him away and yelled at him and Nanami talked to him gently about how enthusiastic he could get without realising but he knew she was disappointed which made everything worse and it was horrible!

Souda was convinced that he’d graduate before ever getting a good look at whatever was going on inside that robot. It kept him awake at night in a cold sweat. But no matter what he did or promised, Iruma wouldn’t let him look. Something about her ‘delicate feminine touch’ and something gross about fingering and lubrication that Souda was sure he’d need a therapist to help him work through hearing.

But all his waiting and wanting and yearning, for once in his life, was finally going to come to something. Today was the day.

Maybe this is what Komaeda was always going on about. About hope following despair or whatever. If it was, he could see why that guy was always so emotional. You could make a religion out of this.

The clock ticked. Souda stopped tapping his heel, picked up the nail, and started tapping it against the table again. The rhythm eased his brain, and he focused in on it, changing the beat up every now and again, faster, and faster-

The door creaked. Souda almost fell out of his chair he’d turned around so quickly.

“Sorry for the intrusion.” Came the call from the crack in the door. Then, like an angel through the gates of heaven, he entered and bowed, “Hello, Souda.”

Be normal be normal be normal be so fucking normal-

“YO!” Souda shouted with a stiff two fingered salute.

“Thank you for seeing me so early,” K1-B0 replied politely once he’d made his way to Souda.

Souda brushed his worry away with a frantic wave of his hand, “NO WORRIES.”

K1-B0 leaned back a little, wincing, “Uh, Souda, my hearing modulators are fine. You don’t need to shout.”

Hot blush bloomed over Souda’s face, “O-Oh! I was, uh, just testing!”

K1-B0’s eyes widened, “Oh! My apologies.” He laughed a bit awkwardly, fiddling with his fingers in front of him and looking across the workshop, “Sorry. I’m a bit nervous. I haven’t had anyone service me other than my dad and Miu.”

Souda’s eyes widened. He stared at K1-B0, on the edge of being slack jawed. No one else? No one? Oh, this just kept getting better. Souda wasn’t one to settle, but he’d take third in this instance any day.

Souda took on a confident pose, his nose in the air as a wave of something smug joined the cacophony of excitement swirling in his chest, “Well I can’t say I’ll be as good as Professor Idabashi, but I can say for certain that I’ll be a million times better than Iruma- No, a billion!” He chuckled and shrugged, “You never know, after you’ve experienced this type of care, you’ll never want to go back to Iruma again! I’m a busy man though, so I’ll have to see if I can fit you into my schedule, of course.” He sniffed and shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his jumpsuit, fighting off the smirk that threatened to destroy the blasé attitude he was attempting to give off.

It was good enough, because K1-B0 bought it.

“Uh, sure! Thank you for your help.”

Souda waved his hand again, brushing away K1-B0’s overly polite gestures. He was usually pretty happy to be addressed with such formalities by his underclassmen. It made him feel vindicated for all the time he’d spent using that stuffy polite talk to bastards who didn’t deserve it just because they were older than him. But he could put that aside for now if it meant K1-B0 would have a better impression of him,

“No need to be so formal. Come on down and have a seat.” He tapped the table, going for something confident and friendly, but he did it way too loud and way too quickly. He snatched his hand away, suddenly feeling very hot underneath the navy Hope’s Peak jumpsuit he was wearing.

K1-B0 didn’t seem to notice, and obediently sat where Souda had directed him, then waited patiently.

Now, all that was left was to fix him. The big moment.

Souda asked him some more questions about the difficulty he was having. Souda wasn’t as proficient at dealing with new machinery off the cuff like this as Iruma was. But the thing about machines was that they were basically all the same. Or at least, that’s what he found. Sure, his speciality lay in all things automobile, but even cars had a certain amount of robotics you had to work around. Rockets and other military equipment even more so. It took a little getting used to, moving from machine to machine, but in the end, he always found himself somewhere familiar. Bolts were bolts, and motherboards and insulators always worked the same, at the basest level. He could build from that, and usually figure it out from there, like one big, greasy, dusty, metal jigsaw puzzle.

He’d probably have an even better understanding of exactly how K1-B0 worked if he could really be let off his leash here. He’d give anything to slowly take him apart, piece by piece, until each part lay in front of him, then slowly but surely work through the puzzle of building him right back together again.

But apparently that was ‘creepy’ and ‘weird’ and ‘stuff you’d hear the killer say in a slasher movie’.

Whatever. Those people could go suck eggs. He knew his intentions were pure, it wasn’t his fault if everyone projected such a violent image onto him all the time.

He tongued his sharp, pointed teeth at the thought, deciding to throw the matter away for another time. This was way more important. He wouldn’t let himself get distracted and miss a second of it.

K1-B0 sat in front of him motionless. A new sound joined the ticking of the clock, and it was the quiet whirring of fans and electrics just about reaching his ears from K1-B0’s chest. It sent a small shiver up his spine. He glanced at the screws keeping the front panel in place and attached the correct sized head to his screwdriver.

He held his breath strong in his chest, rolled his stool forwards, and made first contact.

K1-B0’s metal was high quality. Souda held back a sigh at the feel of it under his hands as he stroked his hand down it. Low on induction without sacrificing too much with regard to its strength and thickness, meaning it was still pretty lightweight. A really good metal for this sort of thing, though Souda could think of others that would’ve done just as good a job or even better. He wondered why this one had been chosen over the others. Professor Idabashi surely wouldn’t have been stopped by something as simple as cost. Even just this far and he already had so many questions and ideas his mind was racing as fast as his heartbeat. He couldn’t wait to open him up.

“Uh, Souda?” Souda’s head snapped up. K1-B0 stared down at him with circular LED eyes, permanently half lidded to take the unnerving intensity of a wide-eyed stare away, making him more approachable, more human. With the way he was staring at him now, Souda was glad for it, “Are you okay?” Souda’s expression was blank enough that K1-B0 continued unprompted. He pointed at him, “You’re shaking.”

Souda almost dropped his screwdriver completely. He fumbled, grasping for it and for some sort of reasonable thought or explanation for his behaviour, “Ah- Uh-”

“Is it because you had to wake up early?” K1-B0 asked with a tilt of his head, “I apologise, I don’t know what it’s like to under sleep. Is it similar to when my batteries are low?” Then, he smiled, sitting up with his hands proudly on his hips, “Of course not that that happens often, because my battery life is awesome for a robot!”

“Hell yeah it is!” Souda yelled, getting his confidence back now he had something to talk about, he started working again. The magnetic end of his screwdriver caught onto the screws, and he made quick, nibble work of undoing them. It was such easy work, he didn’t even need to think, leaving plenty of room in his mind for new ideas and concepts to flourish, “I mean, i could totally make adjustments to make your battery life even better than it already is-”

K1-B0 gripped the edge of the workbench he sat on, “N-No thank you!”

“What about speed? You know you could so easily attach some engines to the backs of your shins- Oh man, if I got my hands on the right ones, I could make you keep up with Formula 1 cars!”

“T-Thats unnecessary!”

“Or flight! A rocket powered robot! A robot with a jetpack-” Souda squealed in excitement, an untamed giggle escaping him, “That’d be even more amazing-”

“N-No!” Before Souda could fully remove his front panel, K1-B0 jumped to his feet, making Souda stumble backwards to make room for him, his stool rolling across the room from him. K1-B0 turned away with a huff, “Look, maybe this isn’t such a good idea-”

Souda’s heart dropped, before flying back up to settle in the back of his throat,

“W-WAIT- WAIT! NO, DON’T LEAVE! PLEASE-” K1-B0 stopped, looking over his shoulder with a torn, sceptical look on his face. Souda scrambled, as if grasping at the air could help him, “I-I mean-” The seconds stretched on, no excuse came to him. He gripped at his head and growled with frustration before throwing down his arms, “AW come on, man! What do you mean you don’t want a rocket powered flight mechanism?! Are you crazy!”

K1-B0 scoffed, “Am I crazy?!”

“You have all this potential to be so fucking super awesome!” Souda continued breathlessly, “I could do crazy things to your body-” The words left him unfiltered, and only when they passed through his teeth did he really hear himself. K1-B0 stared at him with a cold, slightly disgusted look. Blush bloomed over his face, splodging red hotness all over him and drawing further attention to his unintentional innuendo, “N-N-N-N-NOT LIKE THAT-”

“IT FEELS LIKE IT IS LIKE THAT!”

“IT’S NOT, IT’S NOT WEIRD- I-” Souda pushed at his hat, pulling it back and forth in a panicked motion, before exploding, “I-I’M NOT ATTRACTED TO CARS-”

K1-B0 shrank away from his confession, “P-Please leave me alone-”

Souda sprinted to get in front of K1-B0, hitting the floor onto his knees, sliding a little with the momentum, “PLEASE, I’M SORRY.” He clasped his hands in front of him and begged. “DON’T LEAVE! GIVE ME ONE MORE CHANCE, PLEASE!” K1-B0 looked down at him, and Souda did his best to pull his biggest, wettest puppy dog eyes, the ones even Hinata couldn’t say no to, and prayed their weight would translate over to something like K1-B0.

Not as effective as it was on Hinata. Noted. But K1-B0 seemed to be troubled, and he could work with that. He scrambled to his feet, adjusting his cap and waving his hands in front of him apologetically, “Okay okay, I won’t suggest anything.” He counted on his fingers, “No eco-fuel turbo engine, no hydro powered jetpack, no space navigation capabilities...” He lingered on that last one, voice trailing away as he looked pointedly into K1-B0’s eyes, shifting between both in search of even the slightest spark of interest.

He didn’t find any.

“...Tough crowd.” He coughed, fussing with his cap again before letting out a heavy sigh, “Look, I just- I wanna fix you. You wanna be fixed, this can work, we can do this. I’m sorry I got excited, okay? I’m…Told I do that a lot.” His gaze trailed away, his mind following suit. Then, he snapped back into it, clearing his throat and brushing it off, “A-Anyway. I really do wanna help, okay? I’m sorry I freaked you out. Really.”

K1-B0 stood in silence for a moment. His digital face not showing any hint of what he was thinking, as blank as a brick wall. Souda slowly felt his hope fading, his heartbeat becoming heavier by the second. He chewed his lip anxiously, fussed with his fingers. Then,

“Okay.”

Souda couldn’t contain his excitement, punching the air with his success with a whispered, ‘Yes!’. As K1-B0 made his way back to the workbench he’d been sitting on before, Souda felt particularly lucky. He made a note to buy Komaeda a pack of Blue Ram for the next time he saw him.

Souda tried his best not to speak after that, not any more than he needed to anyway, lest it mess it all up again.

He undid the screws, placed them neatly into a small, plastic box used to keep track of nails and screws, clicked his knuckles and stretched his fingers, then finally, removed the front panelling of K1-B0’s body.

He bit his lip to restrain the whining giggle of excitement he wanted to release. It was better than he even imagined. The wires were grouped so neatly, the insulation on them colour coded and perfectly wrapped to promote efficiency and safety. The fans he had working as lungs were a bit dusty, but nothing at all like they should be for how often K1-B0 was running and how long there was between cleanings. He’d have to tell that programming chick about this. He made a note of the type of filters that were being used to tell her later on. He could probably use a similar method on his cars. Maybe Oowada would let him try it on one of his bikes. If he could filter this well, maybe he could make the engine output much more ecofriendly while he worked on his hydro powered engine and-

His fingers were shaking. He took a breath and held it, bit his lip harshly, and got back to work.

It was silent in the workshop, outside the sound of his work and the clock and K1-B0’s chest cavity, now slightly louder without the muffling provided by the front panel. Souda hardly noticed it, too caught up in the excitement of what he was doing, wanting to memorise every single second he spent inside of K1-B0.

“I didn’t mind that you got excited.”

Souda snapped his head up, “Huh?” He’d been so lost in the experience he’d almost forgotten K1-B0 could speak at all.

K1-B0 stared down at him, then looked away again, “I didn’t mind that you got excited. I…Actually really like that you got so excited over me. I wish more people would.” K1-B0’s expression turned a bit stern, lending weight to his words his monotone way of speaking didn’t provide on its own, “You just weren’t listening to me. That made me feel unsafe.”

Souda stared at him, because he didn’t know what else to do, “...Uh-” He looked down at his hands, as if he could find answers there. He didn’t. He swallowed, then laughed nervously, “...Woah, that was, um, pretty direct.”

“You needed a clear answer so you know what you did wrong, though, right?”

“Um.” Souda got back to work, muttering quietly in response, “I suppose…Yeah. I did.”

“It’s just easier this way.” K1-B0 replied simply, “I know it’s not what a normal teen boy does, but social situations are made incredibly difficult for no reason because of beating around the bush like that. This is more efficient.”

Souda breathed a laugh through his nose, “Figures a robot would think like that.”

“I-IT’S NOT BECAUSE I’M A ROBOT. THAT’S ROBOPHOBIC.”

It was the most energy K1-B0 had put into his voice the entire time he’d been here.

Souda snatched his hands up in surrender, “Jeez I-I’m sorry! I take it back!”

K1-B0 let out a huff of indignation, then relaxed a bit, his fingers tapping against the edge of the table they wrapped around.

“And I appreciate the consideration, but I don’t think I need any modifications to be cool.” he said, something harsh in his voice despite the way his body relaxed.

Souda stared at him, waiting for a punchline that never came.

“...HUH?”

K1-B0 seemed to lose confidence, hunching his shoulders a bit, “I-Is it really that surprising??”

“Well, I mean.” Souda stumbled over his words, itching under his cap with the end of his screwdriver, “I think you’re really impressive anyway…”

“But?”

Souda’s eyes sparkled as he leaned into him, “Don’t you wanna be cooler?”

K1-B0 actually seemed to consider it, which made Souda a bit excited. “Well…” Souda hung on even this single word. K1-B0 seemed to notice, and it made him a bit embarrassed, “There’s certainly things I want to get better at, and things I…Don’t feel so good about.”

“Really?!”

“Yes.” K1-B0 nodded plainly, “I still have a lot to learn when it comes to replicating being a teenage boy, especially with regard to emotions. It’s all quite new to me. I am also jealous of people who can improve their physical strength.”

“But- But that’s what I’m saying!” Souda adjusted himself on his stool, scooting closer despite how close he was anyway, “I could make you super strong! Much stronger than you are-”

“No, no, that’s not the point!” K1-B0 waved his arms, wiping Souda’s ideas from the air in harsh negation, “It’s the effort they put in, on their own. No amount of my own effort will change how strong I am. I could train, but I’d never reap the benefits of it. My body stays the same. I just think it's an admirable trait of humans. But it’s something I could never replicate.”

“But… That’s crazy!” Souda shouted, grabbing at his hat as he jumped to his feet, the wheels on his stool rattling as it skidded away from him, “You get to be strong without the hard part.”

“That’s not it!” K1-B0 insisted. Souda stared him down, hoping to try and find some sort of understanding, but coming up blank. K1-B0 just stared back, resolute, his conviction unwavering.

Souda sighed, his body dropping with the action. He grumbled to himself as he collected his chair, adjusted it, and scooted back in so he could keep working.

“I suppose I just…Don’t get it.” He eventually mumbled, back wrist deep in K1-B0, talking as he fussed with his wires with precise, dexterous fingers, “If I were a robot- heh- I’d have every modification I could get!”

K1-B0 hummed, “...I suppose that makes sense for you.”

“What does that mean!?” Souda snapped, glaring sharply at him as he continued to work.

K1-B0 didn’t seem phased by his offence, “Well, you do that now, and you’re a human, so…”

Souda’s eyes widened, and he went quiet. He looked at his hands, black nail polish chipped to the point anyone else would have just cleaned it off. But, he didn’t. He’d probably just end up letting Mioda paint over it. “Uh…Yeah, okay. I guess you’re right.”

Souda rooted around in his toolbox for a brush as K1-B0 continued to speak, “I just don’t think I need all that extra stuff to be impressive. I’m already impressive, just by being me.” Souda looked up at that. He stared at him and suddenly, despite his talent and his experience, he couldn’t make any sense of the machine sitting in front of him, “It’s just frustrating that no one else can seem to see that. It makes me…Unsure.”

Souda felt…Quiet. Suddenly, the excitement that had thrummed through him this entire time settled, fizzling out of him. His mind filled not with ideas, inspiration, and buzzing but…Quiet. Static, still, quiet.

He continued to work. He tried not to think about it.

“...Well, there’s something we can both understand.”

He heard K1-B0 tilt his head, “Do you not think you’re impressive just as you are? Is that why you do all this?”

Souda snapped himself back and dropped the brush.

“Oh look! We’re done.” He pushed away from the table and stood up. He ripped a cloth out of back pocket to wipe down his hands. Habit, more than anything. Maybe comfort. K1-B0’s insides were stunningly clean.

“Oh!” K1-B0 said, genuinely shocked, “That was quick.”

The surprise in his voice was enough to warm Souda up a bit, he grinned, clasping his hands as he pestered him, “I’m good right, did I do good?”

“Let me check.” K1-B0 closed his eyes, expression stern, before they shot open again, lines of code and odd flashing lights running across the panels that worked his eyes and mouth, a loud, thrumming buzz sounding out of him. Souda was no robot, but he figured he knew exactly how K1-B0 felt in that moment, excitement shooting through him like an electric charge as he watched K1-B0 work. Then it was over, and K1-B0 blinked back into normality, a calm smile on his face, “Oh that’s much better! Thank you, Souda.”

Souda giggled, then shot him a thumbs up, “No problem, easy peasy.” He nudged K1-B0 and winked, “Quicker and comfier than Iruma too, right?”

K1-B0 tilted his head and smiled with a shy twist in his mouth, “Eh…”

“Pfft, who am I kidding.” Souda laughed as he picked up K1-B0’s front panel and placed it back where it was supposed to be, “I’d never compare to her. If I was you, I’d rather be serviced by some hot chick than some sweaty guy like me.”

“That doesn’t really matter to me.”

Souda was glad he’d just finished tightening the last screw, because he immediately dropped his screwdriver, “WH-”

K1-B0 stood up, unphased by Souda’s panicking and picking up his schoolbag, “Thanks again Souda. You’ve been a great help; I really appreciate it.”

It was over. Even something like this had to end. Disappointment filled him, drowning any of the excitement that had previously filled him as K1-B0 walked away.

Souda worried his hands in front of him, fussed with his hat, as his thoughts nagged and nagged until,

“Hey-” He choked as soon as he said it, anxiety cramping his chest. K1-B0 stopped and turned, looking at him expectantly. Sweat ran down his back as the morning sun beat through the dirt smeared windows and into his back. He felt none of its heat. “Uh,” His voice broke, he swallowed. He tugged the cleaning rag between his hands a bit, then shoved it back in his pocket, scratching at his neck, “Maybe…We could do this again sometime?”

K1-B0 stared at him with that same, stiff, disgusted expression from before.

Souda flushed hot, deep red, “N-N-NOT LIKE THAT!” he yelled, reaching out a pleading hand. It was for naught, because K1-B0 began to laugh,

“I know, I was just joking.” Souda let out a long sigh of relief, laughing himself, strained and breathy. He swallowed again, hard enough it kind of hurt. After a moment, K1-B0 shrugged, “Maybe.” He said, then his smile turned sharper, “Or maybe we could just hang out, without you fiddling with my insides.”

Souda’s shoulders dropped, and he bent down to pick up his screwdriver,

“...Yeah maybe.” he muttered, rolling the screwdriver between his hands.

“H-Hey!” K1-B0 shouted, stomping his foot with discontent, “You should be more enthusiastic! A-A robot want’s to be your friend! Isn’t that cool?!”

Souda considered it, poking the screwdriver into his chin. Then, his smile grew, “...You know what, I guess it kind of is.” He jumped to his feet, storing the screwdriver in his pocket and approaching K1-B0 with his hand outstretched, “Sure, why not.” Souda said with a boyish smile as they shook hands. Souda didn’t let go when it ended, pulling K1-B0 a little closer as he grinned, “Maybe then I’ll be able to convince you on the army-grade missile launchers.”

“What would I even need those for?!”

“You never know! You’re thinking way too practically!”

The sound of the bell tore through their bantering, and Souda finally relented, letting go of K1-B0’s hand.

K1-B0 sighed, then laughed, shaking his head,

“See you later, Souda.”

With that, he was gone.

As he sat alone in the workshop, it was no longer as silent as it had been. There was the sound of commotion from outside as people rushed to the Main Building, but also the strong, heavy beating of Souda’s heart. Souda sat, staring at his tools, at the space K1-B0 had just taken up moments prior and let it all sink in.

He’d worked on the Ultimate Robot. He can finally say that with full pride. He’d upgraded the Ultimate Robot.

Okay, maybe that was a bit far, but who was going to know if he stretched the truth a little? It wasn’t too far off anyway.

He felt like he’d stolen some electrical charge from K1-B0. His static still running through his veins from where he’d tangled them between his wires. He had an extra pep in his step, a glow about him that made it hard to stop smiling.

Maybe, as well as a pack of Blue Ram, he’d buy Komaeda lunch, too.

#barack-fa #scratches #danganronpa #danganronpa fanfiction #kazuichi soda #k1 b0 #kiibo #idk what tag he uses on tumblr oops IOGHJIOTHJ #i think u could probably read shipping into this but its unintentional. i just think innuendo is funny #bc im perpetually stuck at age 16 #GL w/ ur finals!!!!!!! u got this!!!! it'll all b over soon!!#stay strong!!!!!!!!!

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crowbasils · 10 months

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As an omori fictive, thank god someone is actually talking about how bad fanon can get. A lot of the time, it feels like we're not looking at the same characters? They took the surface level idea of a character, for example, basil either a. Turning him into an uwu softboy or turning him into this yandere demon incarnate. It's just extremely puzzling to me personally. This blog genuinely feels like a fresh breath of air. 🔪

Ah, thank you! (I don’t know how to respond correctly to compliments I HASJHDHDHSHHSJ rewrote this a couple of times)

I haven’t seen a lot of people talk about how bad fanon BASIL can actually be, or how bad fanon can actually be in general as well. AUBREY is dumbed down to this tsundere who likes SUNNY and is a girlboss because of bullying BASIL (while not acknowledging that she was actually a shitty person towards BASIL and that he genuinely suffered) or this sort of “strong girlboss who hates everyone and is just mean”, KEL is boiled down to this happy guy who’s always positive and has no issues at all with his emotions or his life, HERO is watered down into this malewife who isn’t at all flawed in anyway. SUNNY…. he isn’t watered down as bad but the problem is that he’s portrayed as this who isn’t scared of things like horror while making BASIL the guy scared of horror, even though SUNNY is the one who runs away from things when they get slightly unpleasant and is also the one who a. almost Drowned in a bathtub (HIKIKOMORI route) and b. the guy who panicked just because of a spider and almost drowned in the lake because of it. (As for post-truth/game… I mean this in a type of way that he’s tolerant but doesn’t exactly like it at times). He’s also portrayed as this cool and somewhat masculine “emo” guy (while making BASIL this soft feminine “uwu” guy) which is just…. egrh. And then there’s also the making SUNNY “normal” and BASIL obsessed with him even though SUNNY is the one who memorized his favorite food, favorite smoothie, etc.

… and Yeah. Whenever I see those portrayals I just go “….Is this really them?”. I shudder whenever I see BASIL portrayed as either of those because that is not my guy. He is not an evil and manipulative monster nor is he a soft uwu crybaby and scared of everything. He’s just a person who went through shit.

#basil answers #omori #HAJDJDJSKWKKW WSJSJSID #D.?1.1.2.EMD #HRHRJDKDKEKKS #I REWROTE TJIS LIKE. A COUPLE HUNDRED TIMES

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valleyfthdolls · 2 months

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I am literally about to copy paste an entire post into your inbox again, cuz I am so normal about this silly game, an' this dumbass puppet-

- His name is italian for puppet, but he pronounces it incorrectly and insists it’s the correct way to say his name if anyone else points it out and says he’s wrong.

- He’s not from Italy, obviously. Goes to show. But Ash imagines he knows a bit of italian. (“Not enough Italian to say his name right.” - Katie.)

- Fantoccio has a pet shark named Sharkspeare! Mentioned in the song at the line “‘Cause Sharkspeare’s looking mean!”

- Fantoccio has to make all his own props, set pieces, clothes, etc in the theatre.

- Would never smoke, and would hate being around it/people who’re doing it actively.

- Fantoccio was made by Ash as a fan OC for the game, and this (as far as I’m aware) is what got them hired onto the game, cause Katie loved their ideas so much.

- Fantoccio is not very good with kids.

- Fantoccio’s favorite food is churros. This came from the fact Ash once had a dream about him infodumping about them cause he loved them so much, so they made it canon.

- Don’t worry, he can indeed taste things normally. No traditional taste buds, but some, nonetheless. Same goes for touch!

- Fantoccio is canonically autistic, having many traits of himself heavily projected from Ash, themself.

- When asked what his meltdown triggers could be, Ash thought that some might be: too much touching, being without his hat, or one of his props breaking.

- Fantoccio likes wearing dresses! Wears them if he feels like it or if the role calls for it, during a play.

- Ash thinks he’d ADORE snow.

- Fantoccio would 100% love spicy italian from subway.

- Fantoccio plays violin!

- Fantoccio would chant “I’m sleeping” when struggling to fall asleep, like his own version of counting sheep.

- He would NEVER say the Earth is flat.

- He’d be the “How do you do that” of that one keysmash meme, if paired with Barnaby.

- Ash once said that Fantoccio is like Duck from Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared.

- He can go uwu in the bbu lore, but he’ll hate it. (“THIS IS STUPID!!!”)

- Fantoccio would apparently be a “mac and cheese FIEND.”

- He’d hate pranks (specifically a hand zapper in this case), because they’re unexpected. (“NEVER DO THAT AGAIN”)

- This also means he’d never troll anyone, cause he feels above that.

- Fanto would HATE hearing people crack their knuckles, like Ash does.

- Fantoccio loves to carve wood. Specifically only by hand, that’s how much he loves it! He carved the two giant wooden hands used in his battle, but his favorite thing to carve is ducks.

- Fantoccio is very intent on ONLY eating the few foods he knows he likes.

- If he were an ice cream, he’d be coffee flavor! Which is ironic, because Ash has also said that it’d probably be terrible to give Fantoccio caffeine.

- Fantoccio would LOVE chicken nuggets.

- Hates pizza, though. Too greasy and messy.

- Would enjoy having an ipad “a little too much. He would be super confused at first but once he learns how to use it DO NOT TAKE IT AWAY”. (kinda like Peridot from Steven Universe)

- He would like spruce wood in Minecraft, but also acacia “just to look at.”

- Ash adores pirates, so so does Fantoccio!

- He has no nose, so no sneezes!

- Appreciates detail as much as Barnaby does.

- Fanto would love birds!

- Fanto is not capable of curse words. Sad.

- Fantoccio would COLLAPSE trying to lift someone without his powers.

- He stims by patting his face and spinning around. Fidgets with his hands in concepts for his standing idle animations, because he’s uncomfortable with standing and prefers floating.

- He’d favor Murder Mystery!

- His wood is alive and can grow like a real boy! (if you’ve seen my post being reblogged around, lol)

- Fantoccio’s powers are based around telekinesis and teleportation. It’s how he moves his body around!

- He used to have a plush toy rabbit he carried around, when he was younger, seemingly. It’s unclear where that went, when he got older.

- Fanto’s song is inspired by Weird Al. Like 90% of this game is, of course /lh. He was also inspired by the pied piper!

- He’d dislike the idea of seafood. (“He’d be like “Why would anyone want to eat a fish?!” And cover Sharkspeare’s nonexistent ears like “Don’t listen to them!””)

- The red feather in his hat is also used as a pen!

- Fantoccio is a being of pure magic, having an entire magic gem be his whole life source. This means he can use magic endlessly without getting tired (I believe)!

- Fantoccio is 23, he/him, and pansexual.

- His face is made using magic. It disappears when/if he’s magic-less.

- Fantoccio can absolutely feel pain.

- Fantoccio would main Bowser in Mario Kart.

-In terms of favorite Halloween treats, Fantoccio would like anything chewy and fruity (no chocolate)!

- Canonically wears eyeliner.

- Magic sparks from his fingertips when he’s very excited!

- If Fantoccio was an animal, Ash says he’d be a cat.

- No traditional gross human stuff inside him like others, just wood and sap. “Whatever trees do.”

- His original concept by Ash was him having a purple phantom head, being a ghost in a puppet’s body. This was changed by Katie, I believe.

Anyways I'm so normal about him-

OHHHHHH THIS IS SO COOOL FANTOCCIO I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

#TY FOR SHARING :]#modgirly #bbu #long post

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