nekmira
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Doctor Stone modern au
Окаменения не было.
Окаменел только Бьякуя, от шока. Но поймите его правильно.
Возвращаешься из космоса спустя пару лет с сувенирами и роботом с ИИ, думаешь как в восторге будет сын от рассказов и робота, повторяешь на всякий случай устройство ракеты.
Около дома несколько дорогих машин. Дом не дымится, но крыша подозрительно новая.
В доме куча народа, словно после чумовой тусы, но ты знаешь сына, у него 3 друга из которых 1 это Наука.
В куче тел на полу (все одеты, но все ещё шок) опознаешь наследника корпорации Нанами, парня фокусника из телека, ещё несколько спортсменов, один говорят охренеть сильный, несколько шикарных девушек. И с кухни пахнет едой, а не гарью.
А из окна во двор видно ракету. Прям реальную, хоть сейчас в космос. Человек не влезет, но долететь и вернуться у механизма скорее всего выйдет.
Пока ты думаешь как бы пройти на кухню, все просыпаются и ведут себя так, будто они в этом доме живут.
В доме, где буквально 2 комнаты и кухня.
При этом твоя комната закрыта и там явно максимум только кто-то пыль протирал. Что тоже жуть как странно. Сенку у себя то пыль протирал только перед экспериментами.
Чуть нервно шутишь что с таким количеством помошников сыну нужна новая лаборатория.
Наследник Нанами ("да просто Рюсуй, чего чинится-то") радостно улыбается, получает подзатыльник от твоего сына, все ещё радостно лыбится и говорит что-то про договор с корпорацией Нанами.
Парень который капец сильный почти на руках держит твоего обсалютно нетактильного сына.
Парень с телека, который фокусы показывает, жалуется что опять закончилась кола и ему вечером выступать, а у него руки дрожат после сбора схем.
Из привычных людей только Тайджу с Юдзурихой. Но они спят. В обнимку. Единственные кто спит на диване.
Робот на этом фоне уже не кажется чем-то необычным.
Тем более что за 2 минуты, робот из "вау, прикольно" стала "Рей-тян, твой старший брат эксплуататор"
Компания разбредается по школам (ну наверное по школам, хотя про некоторых есть сомнения). На Рюсуя, предлогающего вместо этого рвануть на море все шикают. Кроме Гена, тот почти согласен.
Пока сын в школе рассматриваешь дом, жуя шикарные булочки от дворецкого Нанами (и это называется "Простите, не ожидали прихода, вот на скорую руку")
В комнате Сенку целая стена с фотографиями, на некоторых даже он сам, явно снятый профи и явно в тихую. Ракета во дворе блестит ещё.
Сына из школы провожает офигеть сильный парень (ещё и по волосам треплет, Бьякуя ж только из шока вышел!) И говорит что в понедельник увидятся и советует найти занятия быстрее чем это за них сделают Кохаку (это одна из девушек, вроде бы, Бьякуя не уверен, там какие-то локальные мемы и прозвища) и Рюсуй.
Сын недоволен что все друзья отменили общие с ним планы, типа дать им побыть вдвоём аж два дня. А некий Хром даже согласился уступить билеты на выставку минералов. Типа вау как впечатляет.
Бьякуя жалуется друзьям космонавтам по видеосвязи что у сына вдруг активная социальная жизнь, а он пропустил начало.
Как оно вообще все завертелсь Сенку молчит и спрашивает про космос.
Шамиль предлагает методы воспитания СНГ. Яков и Дарья предлагают Шамилю психолога, а Бьякуе расслабиться и плыть по течению. Лилиан предлагает приехать для моральной поддержки.
Бьякуя думает что соседи уже ничему не удивяться
The entire reanimator fandom can be sorted into either monster high fans or trekkies
You discover that you have control over a certain thing, as determined by spinning this wheel. We're talking full-on magical girl/superhero/supervillain/your label of choice control.
This is the thing that sits in my chest. It's the one who doesn't let me enjoy life the way I used to. It's because of it that I don't feel like I can do anything. It's because of it that I don't feel like I'm worth anything.
I'm getting worse. I have undiagnosed depression. I thought it was over a couple of years ago, but it started again. I used to look forward to some things. Now it's hard for me to even think about them. There is also a constant disgusting feeling in the chest. I do not know what to do. Please help me.
Things cats were right about all along:
Fuck staying hydrated by drinking enough water - eat! more! wet! food! (watermelon, cucumbers, SOUP!)
Feels great to be really high up in your house where you can see the whole place (loft bed loft bed loft bed loft bed!)
Express yourself as clearly as possible when people are touching you and you don't want them to.
Optional, but you can also express yourself clearly when your people are not touching you and you want them to.
Sometimes it's important to just go "hmm. actually, I don't care" and wander off.
You don't have to be the strongest or toughest to defend yourself, it's enough to just be difficult enough to not be worth the trouble.
Ghosts will eventually leave if you stare at them for long enough.
I don't know. Maybe i will make gaster next
I made this spamton around six months ago. He's not very good, but i think he could be worse.
Update: omg. The only thing I need to do to become popular is make spamton. If you want me to make other characters, please, tell me
reblog to have Magnus casually lean on your blog
Spamton and Y/N's dynamic, basically
Does anyone else have this feeling when they see a long text post like "I'm too tired to translate this"😩
Maybe Stanley actually does need to sleep but the runs never lasted long enough for The Narrator to know.
Then one run gets quite long and Stanley yawns. The Narrator thinks Stanley is bored with this ending and starts telling him off. Stanley of course quickly starts trying to “tell” The Narrator that no he isnt bored please calm down. So they keep going and Stanley gets more and more tired. But he doesnt want to upset The Narrator. He knows how sensitive he can be about his story. So Stanley just tries to push through. After all he wont fill tired anymore after a reset. They just gonna finish this run. Maybe its the ultra deluxe convention (i think thats what its called) so its a pretty long one.
The Narrator is going on and on about it and Stanley is trying very hard to listen. He starts wobbling a bit while walking. His vision is getting blurry. Oh what was the Narrator saying? He cant focus on it.
Then PLOP. He just passes out then and there. Freaks The Narrator out pretty bad. Stanleys not getting up. Sure the man has tripped before but normally gets up pretty quickly. Not like this. Hes just laying there. Unresponsive. This isnt funny Stanley. This little prank you are playing isnt going to work… Stanley? Oh god what if Stanley just died?? But how?? Nothing in this walk could harm him?? The Narrator is looking closer and sees Stanley is still breathing at least. Letting out a breath he didnt know he was holding he starts to get a closer look at Stanley. What if he hit his head to hard after all. Maybe he should reset.
Then he sees the bags under Stanleys eyes. How long has he had those? Now really looking he can see how exhausted Stanley looks. Hmmm. Well laying here face down on the floor isnt gonna do the man any good so The Narrator resets anyway.
When Stanley jolts up right at his desk The Narrator gives him a moment to get his bearings back. Watching closer now at how Stanley is reacting. He can notice the bags still slightly under Stanleys eyes. He can see how tired the man really looks still even though he reset. Odd.
“Stanley?” He jumps slightly. Then looks up confused. “Sorry but are your.. tired?” Stanleys eyes go wide as he too realises hes still feeling tired. That last run really stuck to him. Holding his head in his hand he nods slightly. “Well thats just not right? You shouldnt be able to get tired. Not to mention i just reset so you should have reset too. Now this is did not put jnto the game. I mean honestly what kind of game would it be if the main character had to sleep. In this setting of all his coworkers missing! it sees a little out of place. How little must the character care for their coworkers for them to stop on the way to their bosses office to nap. Really how…” clearly gone in a rant and Stanley is hardly able to keep his eyes open.
Still he goes. Shakily he gets up from his chair and starts to make his way out of his office. Hes hardly even able to focus on The Narrators rant as he uses the door frame to steady himself. Really why is he still so tired. It just doesnt make sense to him at all. Hes been a bit tired before sure. But that always went away with the resets and its never been this bad.
“Stanley?” When he hears his name he can sorta focus and looks up to where he think The Narrator might be watching. “Are you um.. doing ok? You have just been standing there for a few minutes.” Oh had he? Well the confused look on his face isnt helping The Narrators worry at all. “Maybe we should reset again? Though that didnt do much last time did it. Hmm” a moment of silence passes between them but Stanley slightly jolts when The Narrator speaks up again “Maybe you should sleep for a moment? The sofa in the break room might be large enough for you to lay down comfortably. That is if you think you can make it that far. You look like you could tumble over again in any second.” And it was true. Stanley felt like he could collapse right here and the floor did look so comfortable but no The Narrator had a point. The floor would do him no good. So he nodded and slowly made his way to the breakroom. Luck had been on his side as he only stumbled once on his trip too. The Narrator stayed silent almost the whole way but when he did speak Stanley could tell he was trying to be soft about it. Which Stanley greatly appreciated.
Once he reached the room he could already tell some slight changes. For one the lights had been dimmed and there was a small blanket and pillow on the sofa. “While i cant really make you a bed jn here i can change a few things i suppose. Hopefully the sofa there is comfortable.” Stanley looks up at the Narrator trying to convey his thanks which ofcourse The Narrator understood. Stanley made his way over to the sofa and promptly plopped over onto it. The moment his head hit the pillow he was out cold. The blanket lay half hazardly across his back. Finally able to get his first real sleep since stuck in the Parable.
Though the Narrator waiting nervously for Stanley to wake up. After all he couldnt voice it since he saw how bad Stanley was getting but he was very afraid of being left alone while Stanley slept. And knowing the man he knew Stanley would have tried to fight off sleep to keep him company. So he now sits alone with his thoughts till Stanley wakes up. After about an hour he started to spiral of course. At the three hour mark he couldnt take it anymore and just went down and sat on the floor next to the sofa to wait for Stanley to wake up. At least now he knew he wants alone. And from here he could hear Stanley breath. With his back to the sofa he too soon was asleep.
The Parable was left silent as finally they both got some well deserved rest.
