#hm 4.0

[fluffle-ocs]

OCs part two

Hatchetfield

Hivemind 1.0/One (it/its) aka: "Wilbur Cross" (that jean jacket keeps getting stolen, huh?)

(btw! This OC was created before Black Friday, I always saw it being played by Joey Richter and the jean jacket was part of its first design - so Wilbur was a *very funny* coincidence)

Alex McLoughlin (he/him)

works as a barista at Beanie's :)

Sawyer McLoughlin (it/its)

works at CCRP in the technical department. The only one that understands the printer system.

Hivemind 2.0/Two (it/its)

Lawrence Star (he/him)

An actor at the Starlight theatre

Remus Sanders (he/him) (yeah, he's unashamedly himself LOL)

Works at Watcher World :)

Hivemind 4.0/Four (it/its)

(I headcanon Nibbly as he/she btw)

Audrey II/Twoey (it/its) once again not hiding its true self haha

Owns a flower shop (it does not sell itself... yet)

Casimir "Cas" Garin/Mr Glitch (he/him)

Undercover at Hatchetfield High. Participates in Charlie's fighting ring, mainly to fuck with Otho.

[hivemind-4]

No Wonder Everyone Keeps Invading You

(Originally an OC challenge prompt. I am doing an OC story thing, but not in the context of the challenge, lol.)

Seven has now been renamed to Four for less confusion.

The Fourth Hivemind. Well, that's what it calls itself. The citizens of Hatchetfield had no clue why. They were barely aware there were others, much less three. Yet, here it was, in the middle of PEIP's Hatchetfield station, talking to one of the few survivors of the current musical apocalypse, Paul Matthews.

"Getting in here would've been impossible, you know?" It smiled a fanged smile, picking up a severed arm from a deceased soldier, killed right in front of Paul's eyes. He gulped as he watched the alien slurp up the blood from the limb. "But hey, thanks to One, and some careful planning, PEIP was easily taken down from the inside." It continued, blood trailing down its chin.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Paul responded, his fear visceral, freezing him to his chair. Not that he could do much since he was entangled in that thing's vines. He watched it pace, gesturing with the arm in hand.

"Well, you wouldn't really understand. The inherent nature of this town and its timelines... Let's just say we've been here before." It grinned, glowing blue eyes seemingly staring directly into Paul's soul.

"We? As in... me and you?" He asked, frightened, averting his eyes from the gaze of the being. He didn't want to think about the implications, but he couldn't stop himself.

"You, definitely. Me? This is my first time in Hatchetfield, but not my first time taking over the world." It chuckled lightly, stepping away from Paul. "Yet every one of us starts the same way here. By dropping the meteor."

Paul knew immediately. That's why it called itself the Hivemind- it was responsible for this whole thing. He started to struggle against the vine, but they only gripped tighter.

"Oh, don't even try Paul." Four turned back to face him, cocking its head lightly and grinning once more. "I know what you're thinking. We have always known, ever since the first time. Take out the head, and the whole thing goes down." It steps closer to the man, a little too close. It lifted up his chin, forcing him to look at it closely. He could make out floating blue... particles? Surrounding it. He grew shaky as the thought crossed his mind. Spores. "But I wouldn't be here if it were that easy now, would I?" It laughed. "As I said, this isn't my first invasion! Earth, humans, you all are so weak and small-minded. You couldn't stop us if you tried." It stepped back and let go of Paul. He immediately covered his mouth, looking around the room frantically. There! Grenades! He rushes over, grabbing one. He glares at Four, pulling the pin and throwing the explosive. Truly, a suicide mission befitting of every version of him in this apocalypse.

The smoke clears. The building was destroyed, but still standing was Four, approaching Paul's blown-up body. A good dose of the blue shit and he's back. He got up, blinking. "What a demonstration! You truly are fit for ruling the world!" He smiled widely.

Four chuckled. "This is just a test run. My next plan will be much more to my... taste." It turned away, starting to head to its next destination. Clivesdale. "Can't believe Three needed to create a whole creature for this..." It muttered, shaking its head lightly, as it headed off, followed by Paul and other infected.

[fluffle-system]

Look I.

OK weird ass kin talk upcoming if you don't like fictionkin stuff/non source compliant canons turn back

I kin the bitch that created the Black and White and even I don't fucking know where the Sniggles came from, but I do think each HM treats them differently, because as One, who also created Wiggly, I liked them. They were my backups, and I treated them well, but as Two, I feel like I was definitely more of a bitch, which honestly, fits it. And since Two created Blinky, I suppose it reflects on the Sniggles, who were rightfully frightened of the demon octopus thing that even when wholesome is kinda a big ass creep. That only leaves Four and Nibbly for my side, you'll have to ask @melody-musings if falls wants to, about the rest. I think I treated the Sniggles decently enough, but was more focused on my own thing, which I guess is why there's not really much to the Nibbly Ditty? Also I have no fucking clue what or where Drowsy Town is, maybe one day I'll think about it and go "oh yeah, Drowsy Town!" But for now it's just a big ass shrug from me.

i need more lore about the sniggles. where do they come from? are they born from the black and white? are they from drowsy town? how does drowsy town function in relation to the black and white? do they have differing relationships with each of their respective lords in black? because wiggly's sniggles seem on board with everything he's doing, but we see that blinky's live in fear of him. i need answers.

[commandergrahamgore]

NEW BLOG POST

A hit from Tumblr remastered: Some considerations about the ship dog(s) of HMS Erebus.

Landseer, Edwin Henry (c. 1838): A Distinguished Member of the Humane Society Source: © Tate Britain, Millbank, London (UK). Object ID N01226 (CC-BY-NC-ND 4.0)

[thosefuzzywordfeelings]

i hope i'm not too late for the smutty weekend!!!! but i need to know how the boys (Steve, Baron and Gator) would react being caught/walked in on having sex

(also i love your writing)

Never EVER too late baby! I’ll write smut always in all fairness, i’m just a fan of alliteration 💁🏽‍♀️✨

CW; exhibitionism, bar the first one the people catching you have no idea whats happening 🤍, handjob (m receiving), oral (f receiving), car sex, being caught ofc ✨

i’m into getting caught writing this one 😮‍💨

Gator;

The dirt track. Right underneath the willow tree tunnel. Meeting place with Gator when things got tough, boring, late, needy, heated, whatever. He’d pick you up in his SUV and take you there immediately, knowing you’d drop call him specifically twice and he’d be on his way for you.

For it to end up the same every time, windows steaming - keeping them shut in fear of anyone listening. Though as Gator bent you overloaded the middle console from the backseat, the noises falling from your mouth were often loud enough to hear through soundproof glass.

“You needed this, hm?” Gator grunted, pulling your ass back against his hips; fingernails indented into the folds between hips and thighs. You’d nod, moaning out a weak “yes, sir”. This would always make him pick up the pace, rocking the car and forcing you to balance your hands on the front seats just for stability. You’d feel it climbing, the perfect ache forming in your lower tummy and he knew it.

“Can feel you baby, you close?” He’d breathe out, grinding his hips forward. With a quick tug of your hair, he pulled your head up and you immediately gasped.

“Yeah? Right there?” Gator grunted.

“Gator stop - it’s -“

“Not too much baby, you can do it -“ He carried on, too lost in you. But you reached back and pushed him off you, sitting in the furthest corner of the backseat.

“What’s wrong? You were right there -“

He quickly shut up when you pointed towards the windscreen, the low headlights illuminating none other than Roy Tillman, hat and all. He stood relaxed, hands on his hips as he waited for the two of you to realise.

“Shit. Shitshitshitshit.” Gator mumbled, pulling up his camo pants and scrambling out of the backseat door, hoping he could either make it up to his dad or at least save you from a lecture. After what looked to be the most awkward conversation ever, surprisingly Roy looked towards the car, tipping his hat and walking away. Thank god.

Steve;

You couldn’t shake the feeling that you were going to hear the pitchy ding of the door bell, scared that a customer would walk in and see your head thrown back against the counter. Supposedly if they did, they’d have no idea that their video store sales assistant was tongue deep in his girlfriend. On his knees and whining against her clit as his arms wrapped around her thighs.

“What if -“

“Nobody’s coming in, honey.” He’d pull off just to say before diving back in again, somehow hungrier than before. He could stay there forever, blocking out the world and only tuning into the sounds tumbling from your lips. His mouth left you again, hands spinning your hips so your top half faced and collapsed against the Family Video desktop.

“Now you can keep look out while you come.” He growled, shuffling so he had his back against the counter so he could find comfort in your core again. Your hands gripped the edge of the counter as you felt that knot grow again, hips grinding back against his face.

With each ‘mhm’ he muttered against you, you throbbed in response. And just as that crescendo reached its highest peak, you saw her. Robin, jumping out of Vickie’s car and waving her off as she headed right towards the store.

“Steve - Steve - stop, Robin’s here, Robin’s coming - fuck -“ You mumbled nervously, trying to buck away from his mouth but he just chuckled.

“So act naturally then, Miss 4.0 Drama major.” Steve whispered cockily, mouth wrapping around your clit again as you tried to regain composure.

“Oh hey, didn’t expect you to be here so late, ignore me - Keith said he’d called nine times and no answer so I had to get my ass outta bed and come and stock check quickly. Do you know where Steve even is?” Robin rambled as she usually did, not even looking over at you as she headed straight to the first row of tapes and checking them.

You were already on the brink, but as Steve slipped two fingers inside you. “I - I uh, he was in the break - break room when I got here, I’ve just been - waiting -“

You could feel Steve smirking against you as he curled his fingers harder inside you, bringing you right over the edge as you closed your eyes and let it happen. Robin stood up.

“Oh, I’ll check. You okay?” Robin asked kindly, looking at you for a moment as you gritted your teeth and smiled softly. She headed towards the break room and Steve got up with a smug smirk, lips glistening as he giggled and wiped your mess away with the back of his hand. You fixed your skirt, hopping up on the counter and giggling with him. Robin came back out of the break room confused, sighing in relief when she saw Steve.

“Idiot, Keith’s been calling and calling you - why do you bother coming in if you don’t do anything?” Robin sighed as she slung her bag over her shoulder and headed towards the front door again.

“I got caught up.”

Baron;

Needy. Baron’s new middle name. He’d call you throughout the day, mumbling that he was just ‘checking in’ but he wanted to know where you were and how long it would be till he could see you again.

Now here you were, pressed against his chest as his back was against an incredibly wide oak tree on the outskirts of town, civilisation a short bike ride away, but away nonetheless. His head was back against the bark, brown eyes looking up at the sunlight through the trees as he felt like he was ascending.

“Still with me, darling?” You’d say softly as your lips carried on pressing to his neck, one of your hands cupping his face and the other stroking the outline of his arousal through his shorts.

“Mhm.” He mumbled sweetly, tilting his head back down to meet your gaze, his eyes hooded immediately as he saw how beautiful you looked in the afternoon sun. Mischievous twinkles in your irises as you smiled almost innocently, before your hands were unzipping the shorts and pulling them his mid-thigh.

“Oh honey - are you sure? We’re, well we’re outside and -“

“I can stop, I thought that’s what you wanted, you said on the phone and I quote, ‘if I don’t feel your hands on me, I’m riding this bike into Ron’s shop window’ end quote.” You’d say with a giggle, halting your movements.

“I did - I did say that, you’re right,” He mumbled, his drawl thicker as he grew more and more needy for you now he knew you met him just to give him the pleasure he begged for, “I want it- want you.”

Pressing a sweet kiss to his lips, you pulled away only centimetres, cupping your hand underneath your mouth and spitting crudely into your palm before gripping his cock softly.

“Now just focus on me, okay darling?” You’d reassure him, matching his smile as he nodded eagerly back, his knees almost going slack as you stroked him. Unfortunately for the pair of you, the intense and thrilling moment came to a halt as you heard a dog barking loudly, followed by the sounds of crunching leaves and women’s shrill voices cackling.

“Shit - who - why is there -“

“Baron, pull your damn pants up and kiss me.” You whispered hastily, wiping your hands on your clothes and almost screaming with shock as Baron did what you said and spun you round; your back hitting the bark as he kissed you hard.

“Ow fuck-“ You giggled against his lips, kissing him back as you opened your eyes and looked over his shoulder. A familiar face with a friend walked past with her dog and the two women clocked you both.

“Oh young lovers - Baron?” One of the ladies spoke, pulling her dog on its leash closer to her and picking it up into her arms. Baron turned halfway around, hyperaware of the heavy erection straining in his shorts as he smiled and waved haphazardly at the ladies.

“Hi. Hi Biscuit.” Baron mumbled awkwardly as he waved at the dog. Nudging his elbow into your ribs playfully as you giggled at the situation.

“You got yourself a lovely girl there, huh? I remember those days.” The two ladies stood not that far away from you both as they started reminiscing together. Baron turned his head back to look at you before looking down at his…predicament, before the two of you burst into a fit of giggles, shouting a ‘we’ll catch y’all later’ to the women and running away, Baron almost limping with the need for relief.

[fluffle-ocs]

One: Tiny cheese sandwiches, our only weakness

Two: They're just so delicious

Four: what the FUCK are you guys talking about.

I really do believe that I could be friends with Wiggly. We’d go for afternoon tea together - he’s paying, he clearly has money - and I’ll eat tiny cheese sandwiches and drink Diet Coke from a huge glass as he bemoans his latest failure, but little does he know that I’ve put the lenses of my actual glasses into spy glasses that are recording his every word, and I’m reporting back to PEIP as soon as our tea is finished. Blinky knows this but I’ve bribed him with a Bridgerton marathon where I will also eat tiny cheese sandwiches - we’ve themed afternoon tea to the show as well. And what do all of these encounters have in common? Tiny cheese sandwiches. That’s how we’ll defeat the Lords in Black, write this down.

[st4rb3rries]

the main 4 meeting you for the first time

pairings; stan, kyle, kenny, cartman x fem!reader (all aged up 17-18)

summary; reactions and meeting you

warnings; cussing and suggestive language

a/n; hopefully you guys understand the kyle and stan one😭

how kyle and stan met you:

you met them senior year. they saw your fine ass in class and were like "gawd dayum 😍😍🔥❤️" NAH JK kyle and stan secretly talked shit about you because you were the smartest in class. (they haven't even talked to you once) it was mostly kyle because he was jealous of your academic intelligence.

kyle: "who does she think she is acting like a goody two shoes and she shouldn't even be talking with that big ass forehead her calculations aren't even correct dude i'm totally way smarter than y/n🙄"

stan: "ong bruh like her forehead is bigger than my relationship with my dad😭 and no one can outsmart my super best friend dude🤨"

y/n: ....

like y'all sit close by each other in class and they still have the audacity to talk shit😭. they weren't even slick either you could clearly hear them but they thought you couldn't.

but one day things changed. they were struggling in algebra so you decided to help them. out of the kindness of your heart? no. the teacher told you to help them. this was the moment that would change everything.

y/n: "hi do you need some help it looks like you guys are struggling"

kyle: "no were fine we don't need your help"

stan: "yeah dude you can go away, kyle is way smarter than you we don't need you"

kyle: "yeah that's right i'm smarter than you punk so you can go away now🤓"

y/n: "ok kyle why did you pick 'd' instead of 'c' for number 1🥱"

kyle: "WHAT I THOUGHT IT WAS D HOW COU-"

stan: "DUDE WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE US FAIL"

y/n: "ah look at that so you need my help after all"

stan and kyle: "smart ass"

y/n: "what was that hm?"

kyle: "smart class"

stan: "y-yeah we have a smart class😇"

y/n: "i know you guys talk shit about me don't think your so slick"

stan and kyle: ��😮

they stopped talking bad about you. since you found out you started "helping" them more and they both started getting to know you better. even though they still had their attitude. and with all that helping there formed a friendship<3.

how cartman and kenny met you:

you also met them senior year. you however only met them because you decided to ditch class and do your business under the bleachers. both of them have seen you in class and they know your smart. they just didn't really care about you though.

*you walk over to the bleachers*

cartman: "oh shit teachers, RUN KENNY'

y/n: "im not a teacher wtf😭 "

they got scared there for a minute. but they weren't anymore until they recognized your annoying voice. cartman and kenny also thought you would never ditch class because your so smart🤨. (they were generally surprised)

cartman: "sorry there's no nerdy bitches allowed😘"

kenny: "you can be my nerdy bitch😏"

y/n: "and that's why your moms should've swallowed both of you when she had the chance."

cartman: 😮

kenny: "HAHAHAH" *bros tryna get into them baggy jeans💀*

cartman: "what the hell are you even doing here"

y/n: "no what are you doing here🤨"

cartman: "ditching class duh you dumb slut🙄"

y/n: "ok tubby well i need both of you to leave"

kenny: "why🥹"

y/n: "don't worry about it"

kenny: "YES MA'AM😍"

unfortunately they stayed because they're nosy as hell. anyways after they both saw you make money by doing peoples homework. they had mad respect for you. cartman was even a bit jealous that you came up with so much money. kenny on the other hand was wondering if you provide other types of services🤔.

cartman: " here y/n take this why don't we talk for a bit"

y/n: "are these crushed up smarties🤨"

kenny: "ya you can smoke em' or snort em' "

y/n: "y'all can't afford the real stuff💀?"

cartman: "so about your services, i'd like to be your manager i can make you stronger and smarter"

y/n: "do you have a gpa of 4.0"

kenny: "does 2.8 count"

cartman: "kenny stfu im tryna make us some money here"

cartman: "anyways so-"

after talking with them you agreed. but little did know that agreement was gonna be a long one. both of them truly admired your hard work and at some point it wasn't about the money. they really just liked hanging out with you😭.

[galaxytittus]

Frat party.

the Alpha Kappa Rho house, c. 2016

(2/4) prev/next

transcript:

A: Look at youuu. Lookin' like a redheaded Ryan Reynolds over here.

?: What, me?

A: Yeah, you! Are you, like, one of the frat members here or whatever? Honestly, I dunno how all that works.

?: Pshh... Yeah, I am. Actually, my great-great grandpa founded Alpha Kappa Rho 60ish years ago. My family still owns this house, too.

A: Oh, really? So I just happened to come across the head honcho over here, wow! How 'bout that?

?: Ohh, I wouldn't say that, I'm more like a—

A: What's your GPA?

?: What?

A: You heard me. What is it? Just curious, you seem smart.

?: Um... 3.4, last time I checked?

A: Tsk, tsk. Listen—What's your name?

?: Daniel.

A: Listen, Daniel. I usually never offer this, but you're... cute. So, what if I told you I got something that could help you bring it up to 4.0 by the end of the semester, hm?

D: What exactly are you trying to do here?

A: Sell you something, is it working?

D: Ehh, that depends on what you're selling. Or who.

A: Yeah, you wish it was me. [whispering] It's a perfectly legal study aid that I'm just making more widely avail—

D: How much?

A: Do you... know what it is..?

D: Yeah, Adderall. Am I wrong?

A: [chuckling] Nope. Straight to business, I like that. So $45, 30 milligrams, brand name. And that includes the first-purchase discount of 25%, another discount if you spend $200 or more.

D: Huh. How can you prove it's brand name?

A: By the bottle, baby. Don't worry, it's prescription.

[loud, exaggerated humming]

D: Yeah, whatever. Fuck it, I'll take four of them. [laughing] Just don't let my dad know, yeah?

A: [stammering] Wh-wh— [whispering] God, not out here, dumbass! Goddamn, have you never bought drugs before?!

D: Shit, sorry. No, not really, honestly.

A: Come with me.

[fluffle-system]

Update: Twoey has a counterpart and Glitch now has an alias! Hopefully receiving an answer for an ask soon and then I can get going on my Hatchetfield ocs

Me, having the perfect idea for my Starkid OCs

Me, looking at Four (ship): whomst the fuck plays you guys.

Like everyone else has the perfect live action counterparts. Except these two fuckers!

[d0nks7]

Dakota’s sister works with the Umich hockey team because she wants to work in sports, but despite her love to party she’s smart, and the only one who sees her partying that was Will. What if Will needed more help to adjust to the academics and the coach assigned Dakota’s sister to be his tutor? This all happens after that party scene so it’s a little awkward for them because they have discussed what happened after that

i love you, i'm sorry

will horcoff x rhéaume-mullen sister!reader

word count: 1.0k

part 2

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you just finished asking all of the players the monday question when coach naurato calls you into his office.

"i need you to tutor one of the guys for me. he's not doing so well in econ."

you nod. "okay, who is it?"

"horcoff."

of course it is

︵‿︵‿later that week︵‿︵‿︵︵‿

he's sitting at one of the tables with his airpods in on his phone when you get there.

you drop your bag onto the floor before sitting down, making him jump. he takes one of his airpods out and stares at you.

"naur assigned you?"

you nod, pulling your laptop out. "econ, right."

"i- uh. yeah. you don't have to do this."

you raise an eyebrow. "yeah, i kinda do actually. coach said if you fail another quiz, you're benched. so here i am."

will shifts in his seat, suddenly very interested in the label on his water bottle. "i just didn't think it'd be you."

"what's that supposed to mean?" you ask, typing in the password to your laptop.

"nothing," he mumbles. "i just thought they'd get, like, an actual tutor."

you pause mid-click on your laptop. "okay, rude."

his ears go red. "no, i didn't mean it like that. i'm sorry."

"hm. i actually know what i'm doing, believe it or not. i got a 4.0 last semester and econ's kinda my thing. so unless you'd rather flunk and have naurato breathing down your neck for the rest of the season-"

"okay," he interrupts you. "teach me."

you pull up the shared drive folder and slide your laptop slightly toward him so he can see the screen.

you clear your throat. "okay, so this is the outline for the next quiz. it's mostly marginal analysis and opportunity cost. pretty basic stuff."

"mm," he hums, nodding like he understands, but the blank look in his eyes says otherwise.

you glance at him. "you don't know what either of those things are, do you?"

will shrugs. "i mean opportunity cost is like, uh... choosing one thing over another?"

"not terrible," you mutter. "but also not helpful. we'll start from the top."

he sits up straighter, trying to look like he's ready to learn, but you notice the way he keeps fidgeting, tapping his fingers on the table, bouncing his knee under it. you ignore it, or at least you try to.

"so, say you've got two hours free on a friday. you can either study for econ, or go to a party-"

"really?" he interrupts again. "we're using that example?"

you shoot him a look. "do you want to pass or not?"

"right. sorry."

you hate how polite he is now. ever since that night, ever since he pulled you down from the table, he's been treating you like glass which has led you to avoid him as much as possible. 

you shake the thought away and refocus. "okay, so. if you choose to party instead of study, the opportunity cost is the time you could've used to improve your grade."

he nods slowly. "right. so if i fail the quiz, it's your fault."

you laugh. "no. it's your fault for choosing to suck at econ."

he smiles a little and you look back at your laptop. 

"we'll talk about it after."

"talk about what?"

"y/n."

you sigh. "why?"

"because it's weird now, and i don't want it to be."

"it isn't weird."

will rolls his eyes. "you've literally been avoiding me since it happened." 

you press your lips together, staring hard at the spreadsheet on your screen. "i haven't been avoiding you."

"you left without saying anything."

"i didn't want anyone to walk in on us like that and get the wrong idea."

he nods. "but you didn't go to truss' saturday."

"i slept in."

"and you ghosted the group chat for the whole week."

"i was busy."

he leans back in his chair, crossing his arms. "you always have an excuse. doesn't make it not true."

"kay. fine. maybe i was avoiding you."

he blinks, surprised you actually admitted it. "why?"

you hesitate, starting to mess with your bracelet. "i was embarrassed." 

"why?"

you scoff, eyes glued to your bracelet still. "i literally danced half-naked on a frat table."

"yeah, but i wasn't judging you. even though i was pissed. i was scared too."

"scared?"

he nods. "i've heard how those nights end. drunk girls with the wrong people. and i just kept thinking, what if i hadn't been there?" his jaw clenches a bit. "you could've gotten hurt."

your stomach knots. you know he's right. you knew it since that moment he dragged you off the table. you just hadn't let yourself really feel it until now.

"i didn't mean to worry you," you whisper. "i just felt really alone that night and i wanted to forget all of it for a little bit."

will exhales, uncrossing his arms. "i get that, but next time if you're ever feeling like that again, call me. i don't care what time it is. just call or show up."

you nod. "okay."

"good. now back to opportunity cost and marginal analysis or whatever it is."

"right. so, opportunity cost is about making choices. the opportunity cost of choosing the party is the potential better grade you could've earned by studying. marginal analysis looks at the benefit of choosing one option over another, basically measuring how much better you're off with one decision versus the other. so if you choose to study, your marginal benefit is the potential for a higher grade. if you choose to go to the party, the marginal benefit is.. well, fun and socializing, i guess."

he raises an eyebrow. "so the cost is what you're sacrificing?"

"exactly. choosing to study costs you the fun of the party, but the marginal benefit of studying is a higher grade."

will taps his fingers on the table, thinking. "you're actually kinda good at this. i actually kind of understand now."

"good, then try your worksheet. if you have questions ask."

"okay."

he pulls his laptop closer to him and gets started. you work on your assignments while he does it, glancing over every so often to make sure he's not stuck.

after about twenty minutes he turns his laptop towards you. "check please."

you go through his worksheet and surprisingly they're all right. "you got the hang of those ones pretty quick. you got them all right." you tell him, turning the laptop back to him. 

"all thanks to you. are we done?"

you nod. "for today. you did good."

"thank you. and you’re good now, right? with... everything?"

you take a deep breath, nodding slowly. "yeah, i'm fine."

he gives you a small smile before standing up. "cool. well, i’ll see you around. thanks again."

"yeah,  no problem." you tell him, standing up too. "have a good night."

"you too."

[archivalofsins]

Lope:Ah, yeah- our recording devices still seem to be picking up noise from all facilities properly, our temporary one included. So, the prisoners are being recorded as they should be. I heard one facility had sprinkler issues? We're lucky that didn't damage any equipment but- Huh, management really should stop sending cottontails to do a hare’s job. Well at least everything’s still good- Oh, they've been up for a minute now haven't they? I'm late and the profiles weren't up in time. Stop the complaining. I did say I'd be testing things on top of running this Milgram. The transcripts of what has transpired will be up later.

Lope's Commencement

Daniel Prisoner 001

Mirelle Prisoner 002

Zareth Prisoner 003

Afra Prisoner 004

005 - Nell Newell

Place of Birth: Winona, Minnesota

Date of Birth: 11/11/2011

Age: 12

Ethnicity: African American/Caucasian

This one’s a bit of a strange case. He’s very relaxed in these circumstances and walks around as if this place were his own house. I haven’t really figured out what gets to them yet. He mentioned something about some time offline doing him some good. A decent cook for someone that age. His mannerisms make him come off like an old man. Maybe he was raised by older people. That sometimes happens, doesn’t it? Might have picked up the mannerisms from them.

Prisoner Color: #757D42

Permanent Record

Nell has perfect grades with 4.0 GPA. However, his attitude is rather perplexing for a child of his age. He complains about leg pain, the school chairs being uncomfortable on his back and the teacher writing too small on the board. His vision and physical health are good. We don’t understand why he’s behaving this way. We thought he was joking at the beginning of the year, but it’s persisted.

We assumed he had grandparents he was imitating but his mother says his grandparents passed away before he was born. It’s not as though it’s a large issue but it certainly isolates him from his peers. It is recommended that communication counseling continue for the rest of his middle school years until we’re able to help him out of this period he seems set in.

Nell: …

Worker: Hm? Are you- Perhaps interested in volunteering?

Nell: Yes. I would like to if that’s okay.

Worker: Oh, that’s perfect I’m sure they’ll love you! I never thought a kid your age would be interested in things like this.

Nell: …

To the Newells,

Nell has been a great help! He seems to be enjoying his time volunteering greatly. Thank you for giving him your permission to volunteer his time after school.

Sincerely,

XXXXX

Ms.Newell: Where have you been all this time.

Nell: Library. I walk over to it after school closes.

Ms.Newell: You know when you answer so quickly and in depth like that it comes off like a practiced response.

Nell: . . .

Ms.Newell: They still haven’t taught you how to speak in natural way at that school… What point is there in me having you go there then?

Nell: Education is important. You said so.

Ms.Newell: Education can only get you so far being a decent communicator is important to. People need workers that seem personable.

Nell: I’ll work on it more.

Ms.Newell: Well if you’re good looking enough when you’re older you’ll just have to stand around and saying nothing. If you can’t be personable the next best thing to be is attractive! It’s not a full dead end so chin up.

Nell: . . . Thanks for the encouraging words.

Ms.Newell: What do we do when we thank someone?

Nell: Smile…

Ms.Newell: . . .

Nell: Thanks.

Ms.Newell: That’s better! That’s my baby boy, great job!

Missing child found sleeping in woods ten miles south of the local senior citizens center. The child was found with-

[wander-wren]

got another bot-spam comment on ao3, but this one is extra weird. let’s do some investigating!

for those not in the know, The Haunting is my dark whumpy “todoroki gets adopted by aizawa” fic. it’s also 60k words long. so right away i’m doubting this person read it. that plus the generic vibes? bot comment. but i’m also pretty sure i’ve heard of this channel before, specifically because it wasn’t crediting authors. hm. so i go check it out: http://www.youtube.com/@DnWhatIf

first of all, these are the videos i’m greeted with:

now, i don’t want to bash anyone’s taste, but this is so extremely not my thing. nooooo way. some of these read more like crackfic, which is fine, but tonally the difference is SO much. and just makes it even more glaringly obvious that they aren’t reading the fics they’re spamming or even giving them a cursory once-over (or putting strong filters on the bot? i’m not clear how bot comments work)

because this is the first thing you see about The Haunting:

i’m guessing, if it wasn’t completely random, it’s the fact that i tagged izuku as a character. and really it’s just lazy, the whole thing. it’s all bots. ai art in the thumbnail, ai voice reading the fic, bot making comment spam for you. zero respect. if this was an actual podficcer i would consider it! hell, i might even accept ai voice readings (MAYBE), if it was obvious there was a human person who cared behind them. it could certainly be a tool for good, since podficcing isn't very common (we love you podficcers. if i had a little bit more confidence i would be one of you).

but anyway, hang on, lets back up a step, because the whole reason i looked into this was the credits issue. the video “what if deku became a teacher at ua” (ugh) (i hate the title gimmick also) is going to be my guinea pig.

so in the little intro (also done by ai), it says “all credits to their respective authors” which, yikes. however, they do link to their permission statement and the fic in the description, so it….could be worse. but also, these are the comments

(and it continues like that for a bit)

the channel name also has a 4.0 after it [edit: it did when i started this post, then i got distracted for two days, and now it is gone. hm], which implies they’ve had a lot of trouble with keeping it up. so it seems likely that this is the channel i heard about stealing fics, they just finally learned to get permission and give credit to try and keep it up this time. the permission statement on this video is real (i wondered if they would just link to something else and assume no one would check), but even THAT author references being “freaked out” (positive?? unsure) when they heard of people finding their story on youtube. before giving permission to upload with credit. so that’s not great

also this sludgepit of content is absolutely the thing that attracts people with no patience clamoring for updates literally one day after the video goes up. go figure. bad vibes all around.

also, if you’re wondering about the quality of the reading (i’ve stumbled on some pretty good ai voices as of late!), it’s, uh. i don’t actually know about how all this works, but i feel like when you pick a voice to read a story it should at least be able to approximate character name pronunciation. and flow.

but alas.

i also don't want to bash the authors in question but the truth is from the very minimal poking around i did (not giving this channel any more of my time than absolutely necessary), the writing featured is....mediocre at best. which is fine and good for the fandom ecosystem and i will NEVER be anything but happy that people are writing and posting less-than-perfect works, especially since some of these premises are pretty unique and i think it's better to have the fic than not. we all start somewhere, fanfic is an excellent way to practice and get feedback at the same time, etc.

but these channels, these kinds of operations, they're going to prey on new and young authors and that's who is going to be saying yes to them. because they want the exposure, they want to be told their work is good enough for someone else to care to record it for youtube, they haven't been around long enough to recognize this for what it is: someone taking extreme shortcuts to get views and likes and a bit of notoriety off of other people's work. and that's shit.

and remember that youtube videos can be monetized!

now, i doubt this channel in particular has been monetized, although it does meet the minimum requirements as far as numbers go:

it shouldn't meet the requirements for the monetization policies, specifically these ones:

especially with the disclaimer in the beginning that the content is not their own--which might be why previous versions of the channel did not give credit. who knows.

however, youtube DID just have some scandals about people making videos that were pretty much entirely plagiarized, which were monetized, so i don't have the highest hopes in the world. still, it doesn't seem monetized, so no strikes against this particular creator for that, at least, but defo something to look out for if anyone ever brings up hosting podfics on youtube.

so yeah, bot spam, not a complete scam this time but definitely really sketchy, bad vibes all around. and i still kind of want to give them permission to use my fic just to see what would happen, lmao

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[dkniade]

He’s from Snezhnaya??

Marcel: So that's why you suspected me... *sigh* Even after hearing your reasoning, I still can't help but find it a little preposterous.

Marcel: I'm used to it, though. You've always been an impulsive and sentimental child, Navia. It's one of your most endearing traits.

Silver: No need to appeal to pathos.

Navia is drawing conclusions from the evidence she gathered while Marcel is, as Silver states, appealing to pathos. Hm

-

Marcel: Alas, who won't feel at least a little hurt by an accusation of murder from a girl you see as your own daughter?

Marcel: But if I were to dismiss this completely, you'd also think I'm not being considerate of your feelings. Ah well, let Uncle Marcel teach you another lesson.

Marcel: Do you know what the biggest flaw in your reasoning is?

Navia: I suppose you're going to tell me anyways...

Marcel: It's "timing," again.

-

Marcel: I think you've done a superb job of dissecting your father's feelings as he neared the end of his life.

Marcel: But aren't you going against all of his wishes and expectations right now?

Marcel: He wished for you to become more rational, collected, and conscientious, instead of dwelling only on your own feelings.

Marcel: Once you've learned to be more considerate of others' feelings, and to stop rushing headlong into things, you'd have met most of his expectations.

Ironic, since he’s kind of describing himself here, and what he did to the women. As Navia points out later on, after the traveler brings in the edvidence:

Navia: You fixated your gaze on the lover that passed away, instead of paying attention to the living people around you.

Navia: So you never noticed how we changed, or how we grew as individuals.

Melus: You also never understood Boss' real expectations for his daughter.

Silver: Or our determination to see things through.

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Warning: drug use, human trafficking/experimentation

Sinthe is known as 乐斯 (Lèsī) in Chinese. Phonetically they don’t sound similar, but as the Sinthe page on the wiki says, “The Chinese term for Sinthe, 乐斯 Lèsī, is possibly derived from the semantic meaning of the character 乐 lè, ‘joy, pleasure,’ referring to the euphoriant effects of the drink, and the Chinese transliteration of absinthe, 艾碧斯 Àibìsī.”

And before the trial (though this scene is spliced together with the accusation scene itself, which is great in terms of how the information is conveyed), Traveler and Paimon investigate the lair, and from a gaming perspective, this is environmental storytelling…

-

i. The Labeled Belongings

Paimon: What's all this... Ah, it's a bunch of really cute things!

Paimon: Pink accessories, a hair tie, a necklace, even a makeup box...

Traveler: There's a name, too.

Paimon: Oh, Paimon sees it too. But... why are all these cute things labeled with different girls' names?

Traveler: They probably belonged to the victims.

Paimon: Huh!? You mean, the girls from the serial disappearances... they were brought here!?

Paimon: And then, they were turned into water...

Paimon: And all these boxes of things... these names... that means... This is terrible...

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ii. Vacher’s Notes

Paimon: What's this over here? Looks like some kind of place for research.

Paimon: "Experiment number sixteen aims to verify Jakob Ingold's research conclusions on the Primordial Sea, and use his theory as a foundation to achieve a breakthrough."

(—WHAT DID JAKOB DO. WHY IS IT HIM AGAIN. what is this Narzissenkreuz Ordo. Although if his research is used as the basis of Vacher’s experiments, did Jakob also do some pretty terrible things in his own research?)

Paimon: "The experiment was a failure. No individual managed to resurface from the Water from the Primordial Sea. Female specimens twenty-two, twenty-three, and twenty-four were dissolved..."

Paimon: Waaaaaah!!!

Traveler: Calm down, Paimon.

Paimon: Sorry, (Traveler), Paimon will try her best! It's just that P—Paimon's never read something so scary before...

Paimon: How can someone write something that terrible in such a matter-of-fact tone!?

Paimon: You read the rest... Paimon's too scared to keep going...

Traveler: The goal of the researcher...

Traveler: Is to save his lover, a woman called Vigneire, who was dissolved.

Paimon: So that's why he did all of these experiments...

Paimon: But did he really think he'd be able to find a way just by dissolving people over and over? That's just insane!

Narratively, Paimon appeals to pathos and highlights the tragedy of the situation while the Traveler and to a more extreme extent, Vacher, reveals more information to piece together what’s behind the mystery itself, huh. So we get both the emotional reaction and the truth of what’s going on, with two characters. That… yes, that works very well together. This also happened with Navia and Marcel earlier in the trial scene, so Neuvillette’s comment in his demo was…

“The court is always filled with a cacophony of voices. Passion, schadenfreude, indignation, terror… Emptiojs burst forth from the depths of the heart, and surround their host like a dense fog.”

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iii. Vigneire’s Diary and Marcel’s Name

Paimon: "Vigneire"... Isn't that Vacher's lover's name?

Paimon: Then, you found her diary? Let's see...

Paimon: Aw, it's just a normal diary chronicling their love story. She was so sweet too, Paimon feels even worse for her now...

Traveler: Take a look at this page.

Traveler: She made a list of baby names.

[image of a list of baby names]

Paimon: So many... A whole page's worth! But they're all crossed out. Was she unhappy with all of them?

Paimon: The final name she decided on was...

Paimon: "Marcel"!?

Paimon: Wait, but Marcel's pretty old... Has this case been going on for so long that he's Vacher and Vigneire's grown son?

Traveler: I've figured it out.

Traveler: Let's go, Paimon.

Interesting! So that’s where he got the name. And then, I’ve already watched the rest of this scene as the original post suggests

—

Childe: Ah c'mon, is this really necessary? Haven't you already caught the real criminal? Isn't it time for side characters like me to exit stage left?

Theatre metaphor…

Ah, so, this line from the 4.0 trailer:

You only have yourselves to blame! You set up this ornate opera house in pursuit of your so-called justice, your beloved drama, while turning a blind eye to the suffering of the people!

Is spoken by Vacher during his trial in Act II. That makes more sense in context. (He’s not Fontainian? Huh)

[moving-to-dreamwinged]

actually... hm. what if idont tell them about the Cs... what if i just say ah yeah my gpas a 3.7 now... cuz that doesnt sound that bad. i could almost explain and theyd understand bc one of the classes was japanese and when they heard i was taking it they were like "omg thats gonna be so hard" so MAYBE theyd give me a pass on a C in there but the other one was a research class for my major... theyd be reaaal real pissed if they found out about that. bc honeslty i dont even know how i fucked that up. just a general lack of motivation and time-gated quizzes , bc the work i submit for classes is always usually pretty good so if i could just actually stop being sick in the head and Do Everything id proibably still have a 4.0 but it's just a matter of If i actually submit stuff these days. which i dont. so i reap what i sow sigh. but bottom line i suppose i live another day.. i feared i would fail a class this quarter so i m happy...