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aconfusedkitten · 4 months
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spamming your friends with The Blorbo is a love language, send tweet-
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abyss-or-something · 1 year
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Friendly reminder to my mutuals (and idiot family) that I want you to randomly message me to ramble about your special interests, or the good day you’ve had, or the song that’s caught your attention this week, or the pretty girl that smiled at you and made your day better. I might not love the things you speak of on a personal level but I love you and I love these things for the way they make you happy.
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sword-dad-fukuzawa · 2 years
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société de les miao miaos pathétiques
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stridingseer · 2 years
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2 and 11 for the writing ask ? 👀
2. Anything that you'd like to write but feel like you're unable to?
What I would pay to be able to actually write a fight scene that works and does not make me wanna wing it. It would be really nice (having magic or having ranged characters actually makes it easier though, funnily enough. I just can't write sword fight scenes).
11. Three tropes that are fine but overrated.
Oh man, that's hard, I mostly just read what I like so uh I guess high school Aus are something that I don't vibe with myself. Along the similar vein: ABO (won't read them unless they do something fun with the trope lol) and uh just anything fluffy. Please give me drama.
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mooseonahunt · 10 months
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✨Just a couple of dads keeping their daughter happy y’know how it goes✨
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fuckmeyer · 1 year
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María is a bad bitch queen supreme with a simple dream of reclaiming her land Volturi-style after her human life was tragically cut short by a Texan who had invaded Mexico to create his own vampire Golden Corral. RESPECT HER OR PERISH
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naivesilver · 6 months
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hmmm I'll give you a lot of options with this one and say anything of your choosing off the 'questions starters' for lies of p? 😊
Listen. There are SO many characters I love in LoP - the boi himself, Romeo etc. But do you know who I will ALWAYS go to bat for? That's right, it's Eugénie 💞💞💞 this is inspired by my absolutely batshit first run of the game AND its "Free from the Puppet String" ending, thanks
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"Do you feel alright?"
Eugénie doesn't expect the boy to come look for her because, frankly, she doesn't expect to be the person he needs, right now.
Not that there are many people left, honestly. Sophia is gone. Geppetto is gone. Antonia is wasting away to nothingness, and Polendina is an ever vigilant shadow by her side, as helpful and devoted as he always was. If there weren't a thousand and one things Eugénie can and must do to keep herself busy, she wagers she'd be going insane at the moment, what with the world falling to pieces as she speaks.
Still, fixing things is her job and her vocation. Perhaps taking a hammer and some boards to the walls of Hotel Krat might be a slight misuse of it, but weapons and machinery - that she can still do blindfolded, so when the boy comes and wordlessly holds out his legion arm for her to inspect, she accepts it without question, clearing some space on her cluttered worktable and turning on the nearest lamp. She might not be Mr. Venigni, but that doesn't mean she's useless, thank you very much.
He remains silent as Eugénie pokes and prods at him, but that doesn't faze her - he's a quiet one, this guy, always has been. She's plenty used to having to fill the silence herself, and heavens, does she need to, presently, with the doom and gloom still hovering over their heads. "It's not doing too bad- you took good care of it, you know? I just need to replace a couple springs in here."
No answer, which is just typical. What's not typical, however, is the way he seems to freeze at the words - Eugénie lifts her head from her work, pushing her glasses up to squint at him, and finds him staring vacuously ahead, all tense and curled up on himself, the other arm tucked in the folds of his coat. "Do you- are you feeling alright?"
It wouldn't be unheard of for him, to be hiding some sort of injury or- or mechanical damage, she guesses. He seems the type to avoid drawing too much attention to himself, especially at a time like this, with their generous host dying a painful death and after what Geppetto tried to make him do. Eugénie is quite ready to bully him into getting a check up, personally, but before she can conjure up a good scolding he pulls his hand out, dropping something on the table between them.
It's not blood, or grease, or, God forbid, a metal plate from his chest. Instead it's a pair of leather gloves, wonkily stitched but brand new, clearly never worn before. Eugénie chokes out a gasp, despite her best intention - she recognizes those gloves, because of course she does. She made them, after all. She made them for Alidoro, long before he...before they...
"Where did you get these?" She asks, breathlessly. "Why do you have them?"
Once again, she gets no reply. What she gets, instead, is the legion arm pulled out of her weak grasp, almost guiltily and still half-opened, and a weak, low voice whispering: "I'm sorry."
"I don't understand. Why- what happened?"
"I lied to you. Alidoro never...he said they were rubbish, but I knew it would make you upset, so I didn't tell you. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that."
"Oh. I see." Eugénie glances down at the gloves again, feeling a small shiver run through her like a drop of icy water. She is a solid, practical woman, she's always thought, but these things look as dark as a bad omen, right now - the betrayal is a sharp stab in her chest, but then again she should have gotten used to it by now, shouldn't she?
"I guess I should have seen it coming," she hears herself say, distantly, forcedly light, as though it came from someone else's mouth. "He was never as nice as I'd remembered him, once he got here."
"That's because he wasn't the real Alidoro." He hasn't raised his voice even a smidge, damn him. Eugénie has to strain to hear him, and yet she feels as if paralyzed, hypnotized by what he has to say. "The real Alidoro is dead. That man killed him for- for gold. He'd been lying to everyone about his identity, for months."
"How- how do you know that? When did he tell you?"
"After the Alchemists' attack, I- I wasn't looking for him, but he was in the path, and he was cowering, and- and then I killed him."
Where earlier he was as still as a slab of stone, now he's shaking like a leaf, a full-body tremble that goes from his hair to the tip of his shoes. His face is crumpling into something that might be fury, or shame, or even just realization of all that's fallen on their shoulders; if he was capable of crying, Eugénie thinks he would be, by this point.
"He called you a stupid girl," he continues, and he's never sounded as hoarse as he does now, nor as emotional, far from any other puppet she's met before.
"He lied to you and- and he said you were the reason why he told the Alchemists about the hotel, and I know he was just a coward, but he- He did all that for money, and he couldn't even be nice to you. And he used me. I- I shouldn't have done that, but I'd seen the hotel and I was so angry-"
He won't meet her gaze, but Eugénie simply stares at him as he trails off all the same, hands folded in her lap. There is a cynical, logical part of her that tells her that she should be angry, horrified, even, at all these lies and tall tales, at a friend of hers killing a man out of pure frustration, like a rabid dog. This is what she would have done, no doubt, before Hotel Krat was destroyed.
But Hotel Krat is in shatters around her, and all she can think of is this boy, this angry, fragile thing that isn't fully human and yet isn't a real puppet anymore, who's had to watch his father die after being forced to make many a terrible choice and still wanted to come clean about what he did in the name of caring for her, as though that was the worst mistake of his life. As though it had been the last straw who managed to break his back, even after Simon Manus did his worst to get the same result.
She could be giving him any of her usual witticisms, right now. Instead, she gets up, slowly and without a word, and steps around the table to get closer to the boy, wrapping her arms around him.
He startles in her grasp, stunned, but Eugénie doesn't let go. He smells of gasoline and decay, and this is hardly her preferred method of comfort, but all of it only makes her hold him tighter, and for a split second she almost forgets who's actually holding who upright, in truth.
"Thank you for telling me the truth," she whispers, low enough that it doesn't echo, even in the hotel's cavernous, suddenly too empty arched galleries.
"And- thank you for trying to spare me, earlier. I know you only wanted to make me happy. It's not your fault that any of this happened. You were just trying to do the right thing."
There is a lull of silence, one that seems to stretch for decades. Then, haltingly, the boy lifts his arms and clings to her, the motion feeling nearly desperate, like a child begging for company after a long, dark nightmare even if the chandeliers above them are still burning sun-bright. He doesn't stop shaking, but it seems more focused, almost, true relief instead of simple rage.
And all throughout that Eugénie holds him, waiting for the moment to pass, watching those small, blasted, handmade gloves just lay there, innocently, mockingly, amongst her beloved tools.
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puhpandas · 8 months
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I dunno why but I think I was subliminally told to ask you about 3-star fam and pokemon? No clue why... Also I already know a digimon for crying child if you wanna know Its Monzaemon
that's so weird that you knew that I wanted to talk about 3 star fam and pokemon. probably a supernatural force that gave you the instinct 🧐
Gregory: type is electric/fighting. fighting is heavy on the attack stat and that's a connection to Gregory's physical strength, with his resilience and ability to push entire animatronics over. fighting because hes a fighter, hes been fighting to survive his whole live, or at least for as long as he can remember, and because he uses specifically his own body and his strengths to his advantage
electric because of his connections with the lightning bolt symbol with Freddy, and also freddy himself. gregory is characterized to be good at hacking and also video games, which involve electronics. he also has a connection to robots, with Freddy being his family now and building M.X.E.S. he also has electronics as weapons to his advantage like the Faz-Watch, Fazerblaster, and faz-cam
(best stats: attack and speed)
Vanessa: type is normal/fairy. normal because she was just a normal girl dragged into this against her will, taken over by glitchtrap (steel/poison). she has no specific strengths, and that isnt necessarily a bad thing, it means she doesnt have any specific weaknesses, either.
but also, her fairy typing unfortunately makes her VERY weak to glitchtraps steel/poison typing, as fairy is 2x weak to both of them, making her glitchtraps perfect target. also because fairy is often used as duality between good/evil, with dark being evil. also fairy types are beefy, they have good special defense most of the time. since glitchtrap is purely digital, not being able to use physical attacks, he has to use special attacks, and this makes vanessa very good at surviving.
(best stats: special defense and hp)
Freddy: type is steel/psychic. steel because, duh, hes a robot, but also he used his steel and metal body to protect and save someone he cares about. steel is also very defensive against physical attacks, once again representing how freddy uses his steel stomach hatch to protect gregory from any physical attacks
psychic because of his strange amount of sentience for a robot. over the course of sb, he resisted his programming and deviated to help and save gregory, even going as far as burning down the building/breaking out and stealing a company vehicle/or just leaving the place in general to stay with his new family.
psychic also has good defense, adding onto the protection gimmic, and psychic is also resistant to poison, which represents him being resistant to glitchtraps virus
(best stats: defense and speed)
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yikes-00 · 1 year
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If anyone would be so kind as to start hunting me for sport every time i think of a new story idea when I’m bored at work that would be greatly appreciated
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qu-ilinn · 2 years
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times like these when i realize my friends are right to call me a poor little meow meow. my goddamn thought processes are textbook meow meow thoughts.
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aconfusedkitten · 2 years
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so @sword-dad-fukuzawa disowned me today, i am bringing shame to this family.
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abyss-or-something · 2 years
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Ches compressions? Ches compressions.
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stridingseer · 2 years
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🌹 :))
On my whole 'Klein is the silver prince in his ending and he should be prince consort' bs:
“How did you enjoy the meeting, Sir Klein?” Myrddin asks after one of the council meetings. Even after all of these years, he cannot say that everyone in the court is as he expects.
“It’s like any other meeting, Highness,” he replies while stretching his back. There’s a moment where Klein can hear his bones cracking or perhaps it’s his joints popping. “Too much talking and not enough action being done. We’re expected to serve the people, are we not?”
His Highness nods, and sends a glance towards Perceval who all but runs towards them in a few rushed steps. He’s the recently promoted knight general of Etruria and a position he deserves for all of his hard work. In the meantime, Klein has simply poured all of his time into archery and his studies. After all, the economy cannot run itself.
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arpiniko · 2 years
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fallen asleep at 2am
woke up at not even 4am
had a pretty bad scary dream to which i woke up screaming loud one sentence and waking up my fam. and i was actually holding a nail file in hand like a knife in defensive gesture when i woke up....
so i might be a little shaken for now.
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qualityrain · 2 years
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i think randomly dropping the fun cool implication that gusion and carmilla are homies in cecis side story when there is absolutely no mention of gusion in carmillas story and mastery code and voicelines is really funny but sometimes i do get emotional about their friendship lmao
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ruffboijuliaburnsides · 11 months
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I would like to make it very clear that unless something really fuckin awful happens, I have absolutely 0 issues with people PvP blazing my posts.
Go nuts, fam. Or don't. Up to you. I just want you to know I kept the feature enabled on purpose.
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