#Loreeee

[murmuringbug]

some art i made on munchy <3

[tripecake]

Angsty aah chikn nuggit animation that i finished two days ago and i forgot to uploud here It's not that good but it caust me a lot

[toxictoxicities]

I JUST REGISTERED SOMETHING! In that artwork of APL standing over FP, behind him, is that the echo of APL's ancient? And if so, does the lust symbol on it imply that his ancient loved him, and that was the reason for the failure at ascension?

Very much yes, though it's very much not meant to happen.

They never really become official but have fooled around. It's hilarious because Links colony of Ancients is very traditional and against breaking taboos, will starve themselves religiously ect, Link and this ancient (Valleys) enforced this HEAVILY.

Anyways obviously when ascension came- it didn't go well.

[little-game-pv]

The scholar and The scientist

"What do you think your doing Shadow milk?!" Enteral sugar snapped, grabbing his wrist.

Shadow milk snatched his hand back, holding it away from her hands. The beasts, cookies he once called his friends stared at him with fury. All of them shouted at him. All besides Silent salt who shook his head with disappointment.

"I'm done!" Shadow milk shouted, "I'm done with all of this! I'm done with being trapped in here! I'm done puppeteering cookies! I'm done with it all! All I want was the truth and you convinced me into this! It was fun at first...but the guilt. Am I the only one who looks at the cookies being happy without us and wishing to be there? To be normal again!?"

The beasts continued to stare. Their eyes (those of who he could see) were filled with anger and disappointment.

"Why does it matter?" Mystic flour scoffed, "Their just pieces of flour"

"This is exactly why I'm done! Their not just flour or just citizens! Their cookies! We were cookies, now they call us beasts! I miss seeing them smile at my shows, my work. I miss seeing them smile at the sight of me. Not prepare to fight as soon as they hear my voice." Shadow milk snapped.

"If you leave this tree you are betraying us!" Burning spice shouted.

Shadow milk didn't even look at him. He forced open the crack in the tree.

"Good."

[askthe-iii-shipchildren]

@spiritmander13 I think u would like to see this =]

[habitual-creatures]

4c 45 54 54 45 52 54 4f 41 46 4f 52 4d 45 52 47 4f 44

[brainyrot]

A reunion?

[bitterkarmaa]

Alright, he's on the list of requestable characters, and I'm real interested in knowing what you can do with a character that was alive for one chapter, so what about 22. "Don't be greedy." for Veil?

HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE AHAHAHAHAHAH FINALLY

“Don’t be greedy.”

-Veil-

“Test one.”

The world comes into a shaky sort of focus, as if it may falter at any time. Eclipse is the first thing it sees. A tentative, cautious expression hangs on his face, one hand outstretched, pressing down on his copy’s chest, keeping it in place. It watches him blearily, the faint light in its eyes having dimmed the longer it remains online. Eclipse’s own gaze is tainted by uncertainty, all his emotions showing through that one eye that remains locked on his creation like a magnet to metal.

Bitterness rises like bile in its chest. It’s stare sharpens into a furious glare. It’s fingers twitch, but the rest of its body remains unresponsive, head lulled back against the wall, a garbled mess of static leaving it’s destroyed voice box as it fights for some sort of reaction from its limbs.

“Stop.”

It pauses in its struggles, dull eyes darting back to Eclipse.

“I’m trying to help you.”

What? I killed you.

It cannot speak, and knows this well, so no attempt is made. Instead, it simply continues staring, raspy wheezes struggling out of clogged and ruptured vents.

“I’m not going to hurt you. Just stay still.”

I killed you.

Eclipse stands, moving away to gather parts in thoughtful silence. It’s eyes never leave him, chest rising and falling in an unsteady rhythm that Eclipse can’t help but sympathize with. His hands move with a swiftness, picking pieces out and placing them carefully into piles that it assumes all have some designated purpose.

It’s hand twitches, fingers slowly curling into a fist despite the obvious strain this simple task causes. It gently flexes its fingers as it watches its creator move about a table that sits in the center of the room, colors shifting in and out of focus the longer it remains a spectator to Eclipse’s sorting.

I killed you.

The thought rings in its head once again, driving the agony from the forefront of its mind.

It felt good. It was justice.

The creaking of metal echoes around the room, Eclipse’s attention fully absorbed by his task.

Wasn’t it?

The breath hitches in its vents.

Wasn’t it what I wanted?

Eclipse moves over, crouching in front of it again, saying something that it can’t quite make out.

Did I really want that?

“Hey! Can you hear me?” Eclipse raises his voice above the thoughts in its head, startling it out of its own mind. It’s gaze darts back to him again, eyes narrowing skeptically as he lets out a soft breath of relief.

“Good. I don’t want all my work going to waste.” It knows Eclipse’s words are meant to lighten the mood somehow, but it finds no appeal in his badly-timed comedy act. Instead, it rattles out a growl, shifting its arm uselessly as Eclipse watches it with mild surprise and maybe a slight bit of amusement.

“That’s…not going to work. Not in this condition, anyway.”

No shit, buddy.

It wishes it could do something to retaliate in some way, but knows all attempts will result in yet more failure and humiliation. So, instead, it goes back to glaring and pouting.

“This must be rather confusing, huh?”

It huffs. The best confirmation it can give, really.

“I’ll explain when you can remember what I tell you.”

With that, Eclipse reaches forwards and pries the power cord from the back of its head, submerging its world in darkness once more.

———

The next time it comes to, Eclipse is talking in hushed tones to someone across the room.

“What the hell do you mean? That thing got you killed! What purpose would it have that would be worth endangering more lives??”

Slight hesitance, then Eclipse’s calm reply. “The rising troubles we’ve been having recently…it may know something that we don’t. It was out there for longer. Do you not trust my judgement?”

“I never said that! I just…I don’t like the way you’re going about this. What if it goes after someone again? Goes after me, or you, or Lunar, or-“

“I’ll handle it. My creation, my responsibility. Just make sure no one comes in without an invitation or my say so.”

It can hear the start of another complaint, but that is quickly shut down by the swift slam and lock of the door. Frustrated mumbling fills the air as Eclipse paces circles around the table, stopping every so often to fling something across the room, just for emphasis.

Then, a long pause, heavy venting providing proof of Eclipse’s reigning fury, yet giving way to his ruthless exhaustion.

Slowly, it raises its head, gazing almost timidly at Eclipse’s trembling figure, shaking hands, clawed fingers digging into his own palms purely to ground himself before he makes an even worse, more destructive decision.

“You better be worth it.” The elder animatronic hisses, rays shifting and turning, just fast enough to be threatening, but not overly so.

You brought me here. How is any of this my fault?

Still, it’s voice is silenced, and it is only able to glare. And glare it does.

“Don’t give me that look. You don’t deserve to give me that look.” Eclipse snarls, turning away as the air seems to tighten around him, the objects closest to him on the table moving without a single touch, some hovering just enough to be noticeable, yet remaining subtle enough to be brushed off by someone less observant than it. But it sees. It watches.

What more can it do, really?

It’s hand twitches again, balling into a fragile fist at its side.

“Oh, angry, are you? You have no right-“

With a sudden surge of vigor and righteous indignation, it moves. Up and over to the end of its line, the only thing keeping it back being the length of the cable and the effort it takes to make such a bold move. One hand flashes out, grabbing hold of Eclipse’s wrist, pulling him close enough to stare directly into his eye, locked with his gaze like a lion on a gazelle.

No matter the oil that drips from its mouth, it flashes its creator a big, sharp toothed, maniacal grin. The gears and mechanisms that make up the grinder just behind its teeth mill away at each other, showing face to its rage through how tightly its jaw is bound, clamped tight as to not lash out and bite Eclipse like a savage animal.

“Do not tell me what I can and cannot do.”

Eclipse remains stiff as a board for a few moments longer, then pries his arm from its grasp with a sort of desperation that shows just how much fear he still harbors for this beast.

“I make your limits! You can’t just choose not to follow them- not after all I’ve done for you!” Eclipse snaps, his tone lacking the anger he wishes to express, instead filled with anxiety and fear. Not quite towards this thing, not now, but…

It’s fear nonetheless.

And if he’s scared…

It pulls its hand back to its chest, eyeing Eclipse wearily, as if wishing to ask what’s troubling him, but knowing the business behind it is probably something it is best excluded from.

And, to its surprise, Eclipse moves closer after only a few moments of hesitance, carefully guiding it back to the floor. Instead of backing off, however, he sits with it, letting it lean on him as he submerges himself in his thoughts.

It watches him carefully, as it so often seems to do.

“Tell me.”

Eclipse remains silent.

“Tell me what I’m here for.”

It’s voice comes out as little more than a whisper, a raspy sound that rattles through its chest like a shockwave through a city. Despite its better judgement, it lays its head onto Eclipse’s shoulder, peering down curiously at his fidgeting hands like a child looking over a parent’s shoulder to see what they’re doing and gauge if they can join.

“The other copies,” Eclipse murmurs, almost shamefully, “Do you know about them?”

It hums softly, “Yes.”

“They’re…well…they’re not quite me anymore, so to speak…”

It tilts its head, almost curiously. A silent offer to continue.

“They merged with the others. Glamrock Freddy, Montgomery, Circus Baby, Funtime Foxy…hell, even Ennard. They’ve become more than just me. They’re like a killcode- an unfiltered, pure killcode- one that I no longer have any control over. An evil side…for everyone.”

It has nothing to say to that, surprisingly. The astonishment flushes out all other possible reactions, and…damn. This would mean it has to join forces with this pesky group, wouldn’t it? It’s either that, or lose all control over the body it just got back.

“If I help, do I get full use of my body back?”

“Don’t be greedy.”

“How is that greedy? It’s my body.”

“Yeah, well, I made it.”

“And you had a part in breaking it.”

“So?”

“So that means you should fix it.”

“That’s…not how that works.”

“How does it work, then?”

“Well…um…you, um…I…don’t know…?”

“Aren’t you supposed to be smart?”

“Shut the fuck up, you funhouse mirror knockoff!” Eclipse hisses, batting at it in a defensive manner.

It grabs his arm, quirking an eyebrow at him, an angle where their eyes could meet, yet not enough to read one another’s emotions.

“Veil.”

Eclipse pulls his arm free with a skeptical look on his face. “What?”

“If we are to work together, you should call me by my name. Veil.”

Eclipse looks…‘Veil’ up and down, seemingly seeing it in some sort of new light. Another angle to the monster he wished feared for as long as he did.

“That’s a lame ass name.”

Veil narrows its eyes, casting a glare in Eclipse’s direction. “And your’s is unoriginal. Can we move on?”

Eclipse scoffs, but makes no attempt to further the half-hearted argument. Instead, he moves closer, gently brushing his hand against Veil’s cheek. His look-alike seems rightfully disturbed.

“Cold. You’ll need more time.” Eclipse mutters under his breath, shifting back before he clambers to his feet, trailing around the room in search of…something, Veil has no clue what.

After only a few seconds, however, Eclipse returns with a shaggy blanket that he drapes over Veil’s shoulders, wrapping it snuggly around its slim, shattered frame. Almost instinctively, it snuggles into it, having not been warm so comfortably since it’s awakening, and…maybe original creation, it can’t quite remember.

“What did you want from me, back then?” Eclipse asks softly, busying himself with cozying the blanket around Veil as to avoid eye-contact that will surely give away almost all his secrets.

“Hm?” It hums drowsily, looking over to Eclipse with half-lidded eyes.

“What did you want from me? You…you wanted something, came for something. But…you never said what.”

“Company.”

The world phases in and out of focus, colors fading into obscurity. Sunlight dances at the edges of its vision, metal beams and destroyed parts laying waste beneath it. Piles and piles, endless in its sight, yet it knows there is a place beyond that doesn’t contain broken bits of metal and dangerously sharp pieces of shrapnel in mounds like mountains and hills. Agony surfaces in its mind once again, playing games with the happy ending it wishes were something more than imaginary.

Curling tighter into itself, it shuts its eyes, wishing the sun back into its hole so that it can continue daydreaming.

Fragmented claws come up to cover its shattered faceplate, hiding the tears and stifling the sobs that wrack through its tormented body.

“I just wanted company.”

But only silence meets its cry.

[ask-dr-kujo]

That's great! How do you feel about it?

Giorno is a good kid. Although his father's.. condition.. seems to be affecting him.

..There has to be a specific gene that he inherited that is responsible for this.

If I could just find it.. the speedwagon foundation could attempt at making a treatment.. or maybe even a cure..

He should have the option of living a normal life. Without the.. traits he inherited. Or at least a way to suppress them..

-Jotaro

[that-one-cat-meow]

btw I made a super-imortant comic for My AU but your beloved sclerotic Meow forgot about it and post it months later

Coral's jealousy

[clownwry]

Some sofia in wonderland wips hehe

[sagegreenfrogs]

have i ever played any fnaf games? no.

do i plan to? nope.

do i even enjoy the horror games genre? not unless it's puzzle-based (like rusty lake for example.)

would i consider myself a fnaf fan? ehhh not really

have i engaged with loads of fandom content, learned hours of lore, and will i continue to keep up with theories and GTlive (matpat) and markiplier's playthroughs of the games? yes, absolutely, of course, why wouldn't i?

[moonlight12086]

Little lore for ya Moon

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Smg3 can't sleep because of how Zakzuls is trying to make him scared of himself and smg4 too, making him feel like everyone could be just a Zakzul who changed his own form to scare him again.

Which is worked but now smg3 trying to kill Zakzuls or afraid of him, and Zakzuls is playing with smg3 emotions to make a note and also want to kill him but can't

Oh, the lore is getting more and more interesting, Zakzuls wanting to kill SMG3 but he can't and that's why I play with his emotions and want to scare him? That's very new for me🤭

Zakzuls treats everyone he doesn't like like this? What dreams would SMG4 have?

Although, I'm more curious about what SMG3's dreams would look like...

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(I'M SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG 😭😭😭, I had several pending tasks and I really wanted to do the drawing 😔)

[mr-urple]

good morng i wen to the store but i listened to will wood during it and started doing giddy dances i think will wood is the solution for everything for me CUZ IM STILL HOLDING UP LIKE THE STRONG WOMAN I AM……

but i also made fucking lore in my head for veronica yknow that one vampire yeah idk why i made more lore

HOLY SHIT ITS PLAYING LAGTRAIN IN THE CAR

Good moLAGTRAIN HOLY SHIT

also VERONICA… I don’t like her I’m still salty about her trying to bite me 😒

[fish-gutssz]

this post is going to sound so fucking lame and desperate for likes BUT I dont mean it like that I PROMISE

this is my oc, her name is Cleopas Mourninggrove

literally if this post gets one reply or reblog or smth I will do a whole post of an info dump for her

shes my favorite oc and I just want to make sure someone actually wants to know her lore or is even remotely interested

IM NOT BEGGING FOR LIKES I JJST WANNA MAKE SURE THAT IM NOT JUST WRITING A MILLION WORDS FOR NO ONE TO SEE

[zombiified]

my storytelling is unparalleled (literally nobody has noticed or even gives that many fucks)

for like idk 4 years ive had a rule that steve is absolutely not allowed to wear green. i simply will not allow it. but it’s not me that wont allow it it’s actually steve, and people can look back through years of steve drawings and only find him in green maybe like idk twice?? once??

deeply saddening, because i really like green as a color, but you know who else likes green. (it’s not my mom)

THE DEVIL FROM THE BIBLEEE (his ex)

i havent gone too deeply into everything she did because thats like lowkey spoilers but just know she very much traumatized him and now he refuses to wear green because it reminds him too much of her, to the point of just actually hating the color. im sure i’ve established this as a random little factoid somewhere along the way but idk where

but anyways he’s kept this up for years, he prefers brown or dark greyish blue. and for the most part it just says like that, until. UNTIL. a certain special somebody comes into his life

and he never mentioned it because like obviously he’s not going to make him change out his wardrobe because of a color- he doesn’t even like to talk about his ex or his ptsd. he even thought that it looked nice on him. and he loves him so much that he could finally change his mind on his aversion to the color in its entirety, because he has someone so much better to associate it with

i love writing analyses like this on my own ocs i could yap all day