Of all the universes they could have had, this was theirs: A Newton Geiszler shaped thing trussed up in a cell, and Hermann Gottlieb desperate and unable to give up hope. . To save Newton’s life, Hermann is driven to tinker with the very handwriting of god.
Cambridge Hermann comes to terms with the hand he’s been dealt at this card table he didn’t sit down to.
Newt loves his glasses. They have been a part of him since the beginning and are an important part of his rock star aesthetic. The Precursors hate his glasses. They are inconvenient and inefficient and too reminiscent of the man that defeated them. All it would take is a simple surgery to correct the problem. Years later, Newt still isn’t okay with it. Hermann tries to help.
it has come to my attention that @bae-science aka newt’s absolutely fucking beautiful post uprising recovery ficFacing Into A New Night has not been and is not currently receiving the amount of love and support it deserves so i’m here to implore all of you to read it right now!!! thank you for your time please send newt some love!!
Of all the universes they could have had, this was theirs: A Newton Geiszler shaped thing trussed up in a cell, and Hermann Gottlieb desperate and unable to give up hope. . To save Newton’s life, Hermann is driven to tinker with the very handwriting of god.
This is my dimension-sliding, crazy complex, soft sci-fi, multi-media, multiverse fic. Now officially at the halfway mark. It’s a bit depressing, but I promise everything will be alright.
(CW for drug use metaphors, and violence)
ARE YOU ALL READING THIS
Because if you’re not, I’m seriously questioning your priorities
Anyway I wrote a short fic and I’m kinda proud of it so if you wanna check it out and maybe leave kudos to feed my ego
It’s called “In a Heartbeat”
the fic summary is:
“Suppose the precursors hadn’t been wiped out. Suppose somehow They
came back. What if they took someone else this time? Someone you knew.
Doctor Gottlieb perhaps. If They were willing to trade his life for
yours, would you make the trade?”
After “Phone Home,” Ray remembers his new timeline.
*
Zari recalled vividly the hero worship in young Ray’s eyes—oddly pointed at her, not his older self or any of the others. It had been—disconcerting.
Ray, next to her, smiled to himself, and spoke words that had her wondering for a second if he could read minds. “I guess I’m egotistical enough to think that I read people pretty well, and apparently I did, at least then.” He looked up at her. “I thought you were the coolest person I’d ever met—wise and brave and strong and smart—“
His smile became brilliant. “And see? I was right about all of it.”
*
So much thanks to beta-readers avelera, by_heart, and inkling, and for Undertale info provided by GamerAlpha.
Of all the universes they could have had, this was theirs: A Newton Geiszler shaped thing trussed up in a cell, and Hermann Gottlieb desperate and unable to give up hope. . To save Newton’s life, Hermann is driven to tinker with the very handwriting of god.
This is my dimension-sliding, crazy complex, soft sci-fi, multi-media, multiverse fic. Now officially at the halfway mark. It’s a bit depressing, but I promise everything will be alright.
(CW for drug use metaphors, and violence)
GUYS if you’re not reading this you are sleeping on an AMAZING fic
Of all the universes they could have had, this was theirs: A Newton Geiszler shaped thing trussed up in a cell, and Hermann Gottlieb desperate and unable to give up hope. . To save Newton’s life, Hermann is driven to tinker with the very handwriting of god.
This is my dimension-sliding, crazy complex, soft sci-fi, multi-media, multiverse fic. Now officially at the halfway mark. It’s a bit depressing, but I promise everything will be alright.
Prompt from Here: 53 Mutual Pining + 73 Stranded Due to Inclement Weather
i’m a sucker for the stranded trope, and i actually coincidentally already had a WIP of post-PR1 one that i wrote back in like january before uprising came out so i edited it up a bit! (originally it ended in kissing but since you requested mutual pining……i revised it) it’s very sappy but so i am. please enjoy
It’s the first weekend since the spring semester started that neither of them are overwhelmed with work, which means Newton is insistent on them spending as much time together as possible. Hermann, ordinarily, wouldn’t object, but Newton has decided they absolutely have to go to some outdoor cafe that’s just opened up a mile or so away from their flat. He ended up there last weekend on a quote-unquote boredom walk, when Hermann had been out of town at a conference, and he hasn’t shut up about the sandwich he got there since.
Hermann doesn’t have strong feelings either way about sandwiches or cafes, but he does have strong feelings about going for walks when there’s an 80% chance of rain.
“I’ll bring an umbrella,” Newton insists. “Come on, they’ve been calling for it all week and there’s been jack shit.”
When Hermann gives him a skeptical look, Newton waves his little travel umbrella around obnoxiously until Hermann sighs. “Fine,” he says. “Just don’t get us lost.”
Avelera 