Fred Fischbach (Hiatus; Queue on)

Roleplay blog only. Not the real Markiplier.Magical Engineer. 33 years old. Teaches Criminology and Computer Science. Mun is of age (21+) Temporary Hiatus; Queue on

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Future Hiatus

Please note! From the 17th until early January I will be MIA. It is Dorian’s first birthday, Christmas and then my own birthday the day after Christmas, followed by New Years so I will be pretty wrapped up in family and celebrations.

We are possibly moving house in January too so this mini hiatus might turn into a full one depending on if we find a house since Australia’s ability to connect internet at new houses is butts and sometimes takes weeks.

Hopefully I’ll just be back in January though!

Love you all!

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Hot for Teacher || Pyo & Fred

A new school year, a new intake of students. This year Fred might have students who were intollerable bullies, or perhaps he could have a class of special needs students. He had read it all in his text books, but there was nothing that could have prepared him for what was actually in store for him and not even his imagination could fathom it.

“Good morning students my name is Mister Fischbach, I’ll be teaching science for you this year. Miss William’s won’t be back for another year so she can spend time with her newborn son so I hope we can get to know each other and have a good year” Fred introduced, writing Fred Fischbach in capital letters on the whiteboard with the lightest squeak from his pen.

His casual shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, giving him a casual appearance - at least for a science professor - and his jeans fit nice in a way that allowed him to keep comfortably on his feet during the long lessons, especially on the first day of the new semester from break. He dressed for comfort, not authority, not realizing that he looked less like a professor and more like someone’s boyfriend snuck into the classroom. Probably a bad choice for the first class.

“How about we go around the room and introduce ourselves? I’ll start. I’m Fred Fischbach and I like chicken and biscuits and the space and science museum” he said before leaning against his desk, revealing to his students that he was an amputee, his prosthetic leg crossing over his actual leg comfortably.

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What Really Grinds My Gears //Freddy and Inguk

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Besides knowing he was in good hands, a small grumble still left the bot as he relaxed in his laying position and waited for the other to get started. Inguk had become used to that grinding sound, albeit it was more muffled when he wasn’t wide open like this and now it just sounded sad and did make him cringe the slightest. “Supposed to, yeah. That’s the keyword. I guess it’s pretty bad, then?” He gave a sad chuckle and a small cough followed. 

He thought about it for a minute. “Nah, I should be fine if you have to remove my tank. I lasted years and years without proper water once in the past when I kinda.. conked out. I won’t lose my enchantment without water, I just won’t be able to move.” He figured he would only lose the enchantment and go brain dead when he got bad enough that everything shut down. “Go ahead.”

Of course, not only with sticking pistons, loose screws, and the like, it made sense that the oil and water mix was making him feel like shit and cause some serious side-effects. Most likely, that (and perhaps his vents) were the reason for the nasty smelling puffs of dark smoke that would escape rather than the clean white smoke he was supposed to be emitting.

It was a strange feeling, the gloved hands tinkering through his parts. It was ticklish and often sent a shiver up his spine which he was embarrassed to let be shown. He felt the twisting of what he figured was the connecting piece between his tank and the rest of his body and he closed his eyes tight in anticipation. He truly was at a low and embarrassing point, eyes squinched in fear of serious damage or pain caused rather than his natural stoic and charming exterior he held. A bit of rust seemed to make the removal bumpy but besides that, not too bad at all. Taking a deep breath, he then released it and the last bit of steam blew from his mouth. 

“Aah..yeah.. can’t move.” He half-chuckled again. “Dear Elven overlords, am I glad I trust you even the slightest, Freddy boy.” He already admitted to himself the man probably knew much more than even himself of his inner workings anyways. His eyes closed and he just decided to wait it out whilst the other male teacher continued his work. Who knew exactly how long this would take?

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The tank was disgusting to say the least, if Fred didn’t know better he would think that there was no water in there to begin with, it certainly wasn’t the colour of water that he would ever feel comfortable having in his car, let alone his body - No wonder Inguk was malfunctioning so darn much! It smelled of mold and oil but it looked something closer to swamp water with how it seemed to have randomly congealed in places. Definitely not something safe to be inside any kind of machinery.

“You make it sound like I’m going to take advantage of you while you’re all locked up” he chuckled, taking the water tank to the sink in the back of his workshop and tipping out the offending liquid, doing his best not to gag as the liquid fully hit the air and let its smell free.

“Oh jesus textbook throwing christ on a cracker. You have to promise me you won’t let it get this bad again” he poured a fair amount of vinegar into the tank and like magic it began to clean up a little, the sour smell certainly doing a good job at covering the stagnant water-oil one that had been left inside. It took a fair bit of shaking and a little bit of scrubbing but Fred was certain that he would be able to still use the tank that he had, which was good since Fred wasn’t certain he could make him a new one so quickly. And it would do neither of them good to leave Inguk immobile on his table all that time.

For now though he would let it soak in the sink, to let the vinegar get at that rusty coating that seemed to be growing inside it.

“I’m surprised you didn’t combust honestly, that definitely didn’t look like it was all water. Do you think you might have a leak anywhere? I mean you could probably feel it a little better without the tank clogging it all up right now, right?” he checked in the chest casing himself, prodding at anything that wasn’t going to break his fingers in a moving part touching with his gloved fingers. He was looking for a loose oil pipe, or perhaps a hole in a valve somewhere. But it was difficult seeing past the patches of rust and mildew the other had seemed to have collected in his unprotected water logged days.

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Let them shine - H&F

The young dragon took his steps to the signed way to found his professor in a calm not too hasty tempo. He didn’t care if the older thought about him that he was lazy and would be able to do more when simply slipping through the exams needed much less effort. Although in the last weeks when the threat behind his fail got serious and he started to actually listen on the classes his grades also started to improve with a quick twist. But alltogether it still wasn’t enough that was why he was now standing in the dark floor to the old dungeons searching for some sign of electricity. But the object what his hands found on the wall wasn’t some light switch but… a torch? He couldn’t believe it, someone had serious problems there although in his case it was surprisingly handy too. With a light breeze of control he lit up them on the wall one after the other making the whole scene just a bit dramatical before he found the door to the teacher’s shelter and after a light knock entered. The new sight was the complete opposite of the floor so much that he had to take a step back and check if he was still there. “Wao this is… really…fancy.” He said with real amazement in his eyes to the sight of the various other things what looked super cool what that was all he could tell about them. @freddy-ia

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Fred had been preparing for his extra curricular excursion with his student since he had finished up with his class activities for the day. Across one metallic bench to one side of the room was a rucksack, greyish brown hempen fabric bulging with notebooks, electronics and the faintest glow from crystals that were losing their charge, or simply waiting to have something more powerful placed inside. It was a variable collection almost making a mockery of a hikers pack, but to the professor it was everything he needed for the night’s study with his student.

“Not really, it’s just my workshop. It’s probably the most modern thing down here but fancy it is not” he said with a smile, bumping shut one of the drawers that housed various lengths of wire for his robotics and computer science experiments. Really the place was a mess of cables, parts and paperwork but compared to the dank halls that were the dungeons it probably looked like a welcoming hotel lobby.

“So did you bring everything you needed?” he asked pacing towards his things, checking over the contents of his rucksack and making sure he hadn’t forgot anything. He wanted to make sure he had everything to study Heechul’s abilities as close as he could without needing to get invasive.

“This will be a long night if you didn’t” he offered the other a patient smile, knowing how the other was so flippant with his responsibilities in the past.

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THERE it was, a smirk playing along his scarred lips, hell, he even WINKED at him. Like he would forget something like that. Jack pulled the blanket further up his body, free hand coming to the MESS of green as he snickered.

“REALLY? So, wankin’ t’ guys was yer solution? Bullshite, ya watch it an’ we BOTH know it, don’t lie t’ me, Fredbear. Don’t WORRY, ‘a won’t tell anyone yer dirty little secrets.” Arms folded across his stomach, like he was going to buy that story, he knew the guy well enough at this point.

But with the question on food, he nodded his head, smirk CHANGING to a smile once more. “Hell yeah, ‘m such a slut fer pepperoni. But tell me this, Fred, we’ve had sex an’ yer WORRIED that ‘a know ya watch porn, the fuck is up with that?” For once, his tone was SERIOUS, actually worried about the reasoning behind it.

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“I don’t know Jack” Fred started, shuffling slightly and adjusting the way his prosthesis sits, an automatic response of nervousness much in the same way a student would rapidly click their pen during a test, or tap their toes - Fred’s own unique nervous tell.

“I guess I just don’t want you to think I’m a pervert or something” nevermind the fact that he was a little bit of a pervert but it was people thinking that, that made him uncomfortable. He was a well established professor not some serial flasher in a brown coat.

“I just want you to think I’m a nice guy that you can just fuck around and eat pizza and play video games with without thinking I’m going to grab your junk” he says pulling out his cell phone and flicking around in his apps to order some pizza, a garlic bread and a large cola - his standard stock comfort meal from back home in the States.

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JACK grabbed the blanket to COVER himself, cheeks flared red, unable to make eye contact with the other. This was just EMBARRASSING, but he raised a brow as the other mentioned it be- ing ‘filthy’, like he’d never watched it before.

“EXCUSE ME? Yer the one that told me that ya watched porn but focused more on the MEN, don’t give me that bullshite, Fredbear! But.. uh.. Pizza sounds good… ‘a GUESS…”

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Fred sputtered, cheeks going an even darker shade of scarlet as the other remembered one key part of Fred’s sexuality discovery. 

“W-well yeah but I had to find out if I liked guys or girls somehow!” he said flailing his hands in front of him, tipping himself slightly off balance of his prosthesis in his enthusiasm for his perceived innocence.

“Erhm, sure. Pepperoni okay with you?” he tried to derail the conversation, not wanting to admit that he owned, watched and enjoyed something that he should rightly consider filthy. But be damned if he made it to his thirties without some sort of pleasure. Even from his own hand.

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“You know what? Forget it I’m not even shocked any more.”

WITH that said, he closes the lid of his laptop; HORRIFIED expression on his face.“You might not be but ‘a am! Should ‘a KNOCKED first! B-But porn is normal…”

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Fred’s face was bright red, even if he said he wasn’t shocked it was still embarrassing to find the other self pleasuring like that. He tried to be mature about it but he was still not accustomed to sexual things. Even if he was no longer a virgin.

“Porn is normal? But it’s so filthy” he tried to defend even though he himself had quite a pornography collection hidden deep in his computer. 

“But-- uh-- sorry for not knocking. I just wanted to see if you wanted to split a pizza but I see you’re busy so I’ll just...”

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GO TEAM WHALES!

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“A big deal that ya fucked me so hard that ‘a could barely move the next day? Suppose it is a big deal,  it was good, too. An’ ‘a could ASSUME that ‘a wasn’t gonna be the strangest lookin’, since ya said that t- hey were SUPERNATURAL beings, didn’t ya? Fuck it, call it what ya want, it’s still a school in the end. All do the same thing but ‘m really interested in this bakery, maybe ‘cause ‘m really hungry right now… An’ h- er name is lovely! But please, fill me ‘til ‘m BEGGIN’ ya t’ stop!”

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“Phrasing Jack! You made that sound way dirtier than you intended. Even worse that I almost began regaling you in how delicious her fresh cream apple crisp is... I could devour anything in her shop as long as it was cinnamon free. Can’t stand cinnamon, which gets me a huge stink eye from many of my colleagues I must say. But I mean, I don’t drink blood or eat raw meat so I think my dislike of cinnamon is far less strange than some other eating habits I’ve seen in the student body...”

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“OH god, we still talkin’ ‘bout yer virginity? Ya know ‘a still feel a LITTLE bad ‘bout that? But it is a lot of TRUST, ‘m still surprised that it even happened. Is the college, school, whatever it is… Gonna be okay with some WEIRD burnt up motherfucker t’ do this? ‘A don’t wanna get ya in TROUBLE, Fredbear. But I’d be m- ore than happy t’ see the workshop an’ the dorm! There’s a bakery? Sign me the FUCK up, drag me there!”

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“Well sorry mister cranky, but it’s a big deal for me. It’s not every day you get to experience that sort of thing. Just trust me on this when I say you’re not going to be the strangest looking person on campus. Just... Yeah. It’s an Academy, but I often just call it a school since academy sounds so formal and high class. Of course there is a bakery! It’s owned by this woman named Jasmine and she is the cutest little thing, but her bakery is the best. I am going to fill you with so much food!”

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“At least you trust me then… Otherwise, this friendship might have just gotten a little more awkward than it already is. But ‘a promise ya, right here an’ right now, ‘a won’t harm anyo- ne, ‘a know my limits. I’m not completely insane but it would be hilarious t’ see! It’ll be one hell of an experience, I’ll be like yer little pet fer the day, too!”

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“Of course I trust you. I gave you my virginity, that is a hell of a lot of trust right there Jackaboy. But seriously, I am signing you up as a guest speaker now just for the entertainment value. Plus you’d get to check out my workshop and my dorm, even if I don’t use the dorm very much, it’s still something new for you to check out. Plus the bakery in the village is to die for. Seriously I am taking you”

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“No wonder, ya are a fuckin’ genius. An’ ya keep provin’ it every time ya speak, ‘a guess it would make sense if ‘a was allowed t’ make some snappy comments. ‘A feel bad that ‘a can’t control the anger, though… But I won’t kill ‘em, what the fuck d’ya take me fer? I don’t wake up one mornin’ an’ feel like killin’ someone, Fred…”

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“Oh I trust you, what I don’t trust that my students won’t push your buttons enough to deserve it. I have a duty of care to them even if they drive me insane some days. But I think it would be amusing to see them squirm under pressure. This would be entirely different from reading about it in a text book”

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“That’s fuckin’ genius, yer a fuckin’ genius. I’d like t’ see them figure out my methods, find out why ‘a haven’t been caught yet… Jus’, it might be hard t’ hold my tongue if one ‘a tho- se little bastards try an’ say that the methods are stupid.”

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“Why thank you, I do pride myself on my intelligence. But you know if your ‘character’ is supposed to be crazy, who says a little snappy retort is out of the question? It’d sure help them shut up and listen if the person they think they are profiling has their target set on them. But uh, don’t kill my students please”