#THAT MANY STILL EVOLVED TO LOOK LIKE DOGS AND SHIT

[inkskinned]

no, actually, where is the whimsy?

my ex had a best friend named larry who asked me once: what do you think comes after irony?

we were at the bar where larry worked. it was a quiet night, and he'd hopped over to sit with us on the patron side. i swirled the lemon around my limoncello martini.

earnest positivity, i said, while my ex said, art self-destructs.

i stared at my ex. he stared at me.

his argument was the cinemasins argument: look how bad media is becoming! look at the loopholes and the dumb shit!

it was roughly 2011. galaxy print was still in. at the time, i had a favorite shirt that was a wolf howling at the moon. it got ripped in half in the wash and i honestly still mourn it. i dressed like effie stonem, because everyone did. and irony was the name of the thing. men liked MLP "ironically." the internet liked the kind of crass, "anti-mainstream" vibes of things like fuck romance, touch my butt and buy me pizza. we put cats in sunglasses everywhere, which was because we only liked things in irony.

and media had the same vibe in it: anti-hero white men would be "hard to love" and then storm off the scene. nobody was just earnestly trying to save the world: they were jaded, angry, unoriginal. mad you even asked them to try to help.

my ex ends up not being wrong. cinemasins becomes super popular. a lot of people start viewing media with this lens that is the cruelest, most jaded depiction. it's wrong for your character to have unexplained powers, even if the entire movie is about how strange it is she has unexplained powers - that is still considered a "loophole." characters make thoughtless, panicked choices? loophole. characters are actually kind people, despite hardship? loophole. features a woman doing literally anything without assistance? loophole. movies become hyper-aware of scrutiny, and now irony rules the media.

which means you go to a movie, and the character has to turn to the screen and say "beats me!!" or one of the side characters has to have some kind of quip like "are you seriously telling me that you think this is normal?" because nothing can happen in earnest. like a sitcom laugh track, we now anticipate the fourth-wall break: the moment that the media acknowledges it is telling a story. the media has to apologize for itself, or else someone like my ex rolls their eyes.

but here's the thing: i wasn't wrong either.

the difference might be that i am (and always have been) so soft-hearted that any crack in the light of this world will spear me into the ground. and i was the poet in the relationship. (he thought that was the same thing as being naïve and stupid). i was making things daily. i knew how all of us artists are driven by some strange desire to evolve. he notably liked to critique art, not to create it.

so yes, i've made things that are bitter and angry and even ironic. i've made long, sharp poems with all capital letters, and i've made poems about how the silence stretches out like a song. someone wrote once that we will spend our whole lives just circling the place we grew up. i think it's more that we spend our whole lives trying to remake a home. i think it's that as we age, it becomes less exciting to build the castle on the beach - we become aware of erosion, of windforce. we realize what we really want is to come home to our dog, castle or not.

and while art in the foreground is mired in white male violence and irony, and aggression, and not taking anything seriously - i don't think that's true of all art. i think more and more artists are leaning in to the things we love. the world has changed so much. they have taken so many things from us. the only thing we have left is love. at the bottom of the moving box - all we get is the faint sense that we have to appreciate what little we've got. i can't enjoy this stuff ironically anymore: what room do i have for irony? if it makes me happy, that is an amazing thing. there are so few happy places left for me. i want to be happy because of how leaves shiver beside each other like nestling birds. i want to be happy because of the color pink, and how magenta doesn't exist. i have spent so much of this life suffering, i have earned my right to a gentle ending. if nothing matters, i get to assign meaning to the nothing. i get to create meaning. i am an artist first and foremost, which means creation is my thing.

where is the whimsy? wherever i fucking put it. because if this is my last fucking chance to do any good in this world - i want to do it earnestly. i want to write things that make you happy. that make people feel heard and seen. what comes after irony has to be positivity.

it was close to my 21st birthday. in 7 years, i would end up writing a book about this relationship, which is hopefully coming out somewhere around May 2024. i come back to this bar scene in my memories a lot. i keep thinking of how pale my ex was. the look that crossed his face. how i looked back at him. how for a moment, both of us couldn't recognize the other person. like the gulf between us was a suddenly wide and cavernous thing. like we were alien to each other. he never took my opinion seriously, and he always seemed surprised whenever his manic-pixie-dream-girl ever broke free of the plot. like in the whole time we were together, i wasn't human enough.

this knowledge: where he said nothing comes after, my only instinct was what comes after is love.

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

ok some things i LIKED about tua 4 since we all have talked exclusively about what we hated (SPOILERS AHEAD):

idc what anyone says the baby shark bit was iconic every time it came on i jammed

klaus had a comic book storyline from hotel oblivion!! let’s go source material!!

diego and luther being himbos

allison and klaus friendship

the entire birthday party scene was hilarious and fun and so THEM ok

the road trip scene that was in the trailer such iconic sibling goofy clownery they’re fucking idiots

klaus. he was in it. any time i get to see my little freak is time well spent.

incredibly unpopular opinion but i liked the ending i think they need an end from the cycle of apocalypses and suffering like they deserve a rest they’ve earned it and it was sweet that they all went together and the “i love you guys………but you’re all such fucking assholes” and then “fuck you” and everyone laughing and crying and THEN AND THEN ALL THE CHARACTERS FROM THE VARIOUS SEASONS BEING AT THE END i was SOBBING

klaus having a podcast of himself giving himself affirmations like that’s so funny

they actually gave somewhat of a shit about each other like diego was so DAD my babies have grown up but not too much they’re still fucking toddlers

lila is so pretty and funny and hot and unhinged she means so much to me

lila and klaus friendship!! lila and allison!! bonding!!

gene and jean were SUCH classic umbrella academy characters. loved them.

viktor gets all the pussy

i cannot stress how much all of the group scenes were so fucking sibling i love them ok

NO LUTHER AND ALLISON INCEST THANK FUCK

THUNDERBOLT THE GHOST DOG <3<3<3

klaus and claire oh my god i love uncle klaus so much and he loves her so much

seeing sober klaus and how hard he tried and then the heartbreak when that went away because he’s KLAUS he’s gerard way’s trauma self insert. as much as i want klaus to be safe and content and free from all this bullshit it was just so consistent and i can appreciate that. and i cried like a little bitch it was truly devastating but it was just sooooo klaus. also getting to see him make it incredibly clear that he didn’t want his powers back—him being the ONLY ONE who didn’t want his powers back—was important to me idk. and he was LOVED like he has a family!! he is cared for!! ahhHHHHHH!! love it

claire was great and getting to see her and allison and their tumultuous relationship and their love for each other after all of these seasons of allison looking for her and just wanting to be with her daughter

klaus got dave’s dog tags <3

more flashbacks to brellie kids!!

getting answers to some series-long mysteries

the underground subway system between timelines was so fucking cool and mindfucky 100/10

klaus’s look being reminiscent of s1 sorry that was my favourite klaus look ok

their sort of evolved powers when they got them back

so many good one liners and comedic scenes

ben being a crypto bro is SO FUNNY

will add stuff as i think of it. this is incredibly out of character for me i am an eternal pessimist but i did enjoy s4 (mostly because, as an eternal pessimist, my expectations are always low) so here we are.

[villainsandvictimsalliance]

How is anyone okay with Tomura dying when it was stated that the trauma made him age super rapidly and that's why his body ended up like that.

There are sooooooo many panels of Tomura going through the worst shit imaginable and taking all the damage like it was nothing, 'cause he wanted so badly to survive.

He was solely born as a suggestion of AFO 'cause he needed a new body and a tool for his plans.

His age went white by age five 'cause AFO turned him into a weapon and tested him by massacring his whole family.

He was presented in the story as a young man with deep psychological and physical issues. We saw him destroying his neck with his nails the moment he failed at the USJ.

Tomura was sleep deprived and exhausted to the point of hallucinating while he fought on MVA. That was after he admitted that he couldn't remember most of what happened when he was a kid.

The amount of times he threw up because his trauma was overwhelming????

Tomura got that surgery because he wanted the power to destroy what made it so hard to live for his and his friends and ended up possessed by the man who had ruined his entire life.

That panel of Tomura agonizing in pain on the ground after the Star and Stripe fight, while AFO looked so fresh and patted him like a well-behaved cat makes me so sick.

AFO wanted to use as sacrificial pawns all of Tomura's friends, after Tomura had stated time and time again how much he cared for them and how far he'd go to protect them.

Somehow Tomura got rid of AFO and his body freaking evolved to protect him. His body was taking the form of his dead family and it was moving like a shield and a sword in his favor.

He lived in a freaking time loop where he'd live endlessly the day he killed his family.

Finally AFO got killed and he got "rescued" from his traumas by Deku, only for AFO to come back, reveal that Tomura was never free to start with.

AFO almost erased a screaming Tomura from existence. The only reason Tomura didn't die is because Deku had passed OFA to him and Nana shielded Tomura to protect him.

All that for Tomura to come back just to help Deku defeat AFO is the most unexciting panel ever, say his last words and die decayed.

All his family? Dead. His dog? Dead. His childhood friends? Probably turned into nomus. His found family? Either dead, hurt or missing. The person responsible for raising him, the one who actually fulfilled the parent role? A child soldier 16 years old boy turned into a zombie butler that died by trying to protect him.

The cherry on top is that the heroes would justify trying to help him by focusing on his 5 years old version, instead of acknowledging that the man Tomura Shigaraki became was worth fighting for and worth loving and rescuing. Tomura refused to stop being the leader of the League of Villains for a reason, yet Deku would still call him Tenko and All Migh would dare say that Deku "saved his soul" as if that was worth something.

The hero society is far from being fixed, the story is far from being over, the villains made progress but they are still fighting because there is still so much corruption and ignorance surrounding the most important points of what makes a villain, you know, a villain.

And the one character who deserved the most to have a second chance at life all is dead :(

Tell me how is anyone satisfied with this...

[altocat]

I noticed that Sephiroth never stands up for himself when people yell at him or are mean towards him. Glenn yells at him for being a cyborg in first soldier and he looks down both times. When Glenn shakes him and kicks his photo-necklace, he just stands there and takes it. Even when Matt calls him out for taking his time to get the dog, he can’t even look up. When Genesis has those moments of taunting in cc, Seph just is mostly quiet and upset. Even Zack’s harmless yelling at him in cc is met with Seph’s refusal to even push back. And then he jumps to attention with visible shock when Genesis commands him by name in the reactor. He is more subdued than people would have us believe and it’s one of the first things he changes when he turns evil.

Yeah, agreed. Sephiroth is actually kind of unexpectedly submissive in a lot of areas. I wonder if it's part of his natural personality or if it's the result of Hojo lording over him during his early years. Either way, Sephiroth really doesn't push back that much against conflict or criticism. There might be an occasional sarcastic remark here and there, or him actually getting hostile when pushed to his limit (like with Genesis), but for the most part he's really very subdued and not confrontational. He seems to internalize a lot of his shortcomings. Add to the fact that by the time he's an adult in CC area, he STILL doesn't view himself as any kind of "real" hero despite the fact that he DOES go out of his way to save lives. Sephiroth is only really confident in his skills in battle, but not in his actual qualities as a person. Inwardly, he really seems to convey a real sense of insecurity.

Whereas after Nibelheim, all he IS is confrontational. He believes himself to be the greatest, worthiest thing that has ever graced the planet and he will happily kill as many people as possible to cement that fact. When people shit-talk him, he just smirks as if gloating about it. His sole aim in life is causing as much suffering as possible and he really gives absolutely no fucks about how people feel about it. His self-confidence evolved, but in the WORST way. He fully recognizes his own identity and worth, but at the cost of him becoming completely arrogant. And it's ultimately his arrogance that continuously produces his own defeat.

[themourningfox]

A New Life

Iiiii have been obsessed with watching @grind-pantera and @reddesires write about Planet of the Apes. Like, heavily inspired and biting at the bars of my enclosure to read or write or both. Apologies for the tags, I wanted to give proper credit for my rediscovered obsession. Thank you both! *runs off like a feral gremlin*

Anywho, I had this in my head and wanted to get it out. Don't know if I'll continue it, let me know if y'all want me to expand on this or...well. Maybe I will regardless. WE'LL SEE. *dives*

Rating: E (for Everyone!!)

Plot: You're newly taken in to the colony, a human with no idea how it works. Because of this, you're trying to navigate your new life.

A/N: Could evolve into (Character) x Reader, but...well. That depends on if I continue. Have this!

You weren’t used to this.

This referring to living among the apes of the woods. The ones who could talk—well, talk in rough, choppy sentences or sign language passed down by the older orangutan Maurice. It hadn’t been long since you had been brought there among the whooping hollering of one of their patrols, shepherding you to their leader…king? You weren’t entirely sure what they referred to him as, but you know they respected him greatly and looked to him to decide all things regarding their colony.

Him, of course, being Caesar. The first ape to speak.

You had heard the rumor, now passed around human campfires like folklore, of Caesar’s first utterances from years ago. It hadn’t been a big deal then, but when you had first heard him speak in that low, rumbling voice like he still wasn’t sure where exactly the sound sat in his throat, it had rocked you to your very core.

Scared you, even.

During the first week in the colony, you treated them like wild animals. Of course, you had known about the intelligent apes living in the forest, but you had never thought you’d be living among them. Now, so far away from home, not even knowing how to return, you wished you had learned more. A checklist formed in your mind. A sort of “How To” in order for your own survival.

One: Don’t look them in the eyes.

That was something you had learned as a child when your father was teaching you how to interact with strange dogs. Animals often took eye contact to mean a threat, that you were challenging them. Well, shit. You didn’t want any of these apes to consider you a threat. God, the gorillas were huge. They could rip you apart limb from limb. How many news stories had there been in your lifetime about pet chimps eating their owner’s faces off? So you didn’t look anyone in the eye.

By careful observance, you had learned how to properly greet those around you. Body low to the ground, head down, fleeting eye contact, hand above your head. If you were lucky, you’d get a simple touch to let you know it was okay.

Two: Avoid Koba by any means necessary.

The scarred ape, a Bonobo you believed, scared you more than anyone else in the camp. His glazed-over, milky white eye seemed to follow you everywhere you went. He didn’t you, and you didn’t trust him. How could you when he only ever glared at you and sometimes even growled? There wasn’t a single doubt in your mind that he’d be the one to kill you if he was ever given the chance to.

Three: Stay as close to Caesar and his closest companions as was allowed and considered acceptable.

Caesar had a fondness for your kind, you learned. His closest companions and family, though you got the feeling didn’t share his sentiment, at least showed you kindness in their own way. Rocket, Luka, Blue Eyes, and especially Maurice. They were your key to survival.

There was one thing you were completely certain of: They were never going to let you leave.

You had seen too much. You knew too much.

Your knowledge was valuable to any humans seeking to destroy them.

The longer you stayed in the camp, the more you came to recognize your new reality. At times, late at night, when the camp was quiet, you would sit out underneath the canopy and stare at the stars peeking through. There were certain things you missed about other humans. The laughter. Full conversations. The community.

Here among the colony, the impending end of the human reign pressed and tickled along the back of your mind like an ever-present itch.

Your eyes slid up and up, following the path that led to Caesar’s abode in the cave.

Shadows danced from the large fire above, and a silhouette stood on the edge.

He was watching.

And you knew, deep down, he always would be.

[laurelnose]

here’s a speculative idea that has me in a HEADLOCK. first, infectious cancers are a thing: clonal cancers which can be transmitted from individual to individual without the aid of an infectious agent like a virus. best known are the canine venereal tumor and the Tasmanian devil facial tumors, both of which spread through direct contact with mucosal tissue. in the case of dogs, fucking, and in the case of Tasmanian devils, biting the shit out of each other’s faces. a handful more exist in clams, and the clam cancer cells are known to be able to survive in seawater and spread without direct contact.

modern bony fishes (teleosts) evolved in and still mostly live in seawater; they’re entirely covered in mucosal tissues, their skin having no layer of dead epithelial cells on top; and many species live in groups and engage in cannibalism. the major histocompatibility complex is what mediates tissue/allograft rejection. It’s possible that the ancestral condition of hugely diversified MHC class I alleles in teleosts is because an elevated risk of transmissible cancers exerted a selection pressure that’s just absent in mammals.

we’ve never found a transmissible cancer in teleosts so this remains fully hypothetical (but have we looked? I do not know) but god damn is it cool. bony fishes might have rearranged their whole fucking immune systems against the threat of infectious cancers. I really do need to reread Xenogenesis sooo bad

[gleefultogo]

Aira Character Talk

Since Aira was mentioned again in Saltyplaytoons (spongebob reference? Lol, funny either way) blog post I wanted to take a deep dive and talk about her. Plus at this point she’s the only pure character that deserves to be rescued from this shit comic and not written by a misogynist. She get’s shit on for no fucking reason. 

It is very well known now that kique has stated that she is his “least” favorite character. Why? Probably because she’s another female character he made and got bored of her. Honestly it saves her the injustice he would have given her if she had more screen time.  When we first met Aira, she was stuck in her creature form. I thought at first she was an evolved creature that was based on Aedra and her beast form was pretty cool in my opinion it looked like a mix between a cat and a dog. Which btw people was made and turned into by a Spirit, so that quickly leads my thoughts into rhov’s and feaf’s future kids. If a spirit can turn a dog into an evolved creature, then it’s very much possible because of the spirits for them to have hybrid kids. Will it be canon? I don’t know, like many have said; it’s obvious kique is bored of his own comic and shoved into our faces just to keep pages being pumped out with nothing really interesting. For me, I see the comic as a sitcom show that just goes nowhere and the characters do and say random stuff that doesn’t revolve around their world or plot. Besides, you can’t tell me half of the characters in this world wanna sit cooped up in one area based on “Tribes” Dog’s just don’t do that they would have way too much pent up energy and would need to run. Can you just imagine if this comic was realistic,  the dog's muscles and bone structure would become weaker because they aren’t doing anything really, they just sit in one place and that's it. Ok sorry, back to Aira :) 

   (Aira’s first appearance form)

You see what I mean though? She resembles a sorta dog and cat hybrid mix. The paws are a dead giveaway as they look like a feline and she has retractable claws. It’s a neat design in itself. I'll give kique that much of any positivity for his comic XD. 

Very Interesting design features if you ask me. Anyways, Aira gets killed by kargo and she wakes up a normal dog again and sets off into the woods to heal her wounds I guess? Probably also went to seek shelter maybe. We later on see her again on page 138. Heavily bleeding still and this when she meets keirr and you know how it goes. He ends up helping her and she’s taken aback from being surprised I guess, which is quite valid of her character, as we do eventually learn about her backstory and she was never treated kindly by others. Aira is a character who’s a really good example of someone who would have a “fixation” on someone, I don’t think it would personally be a bad thing and realistic to her character because she’s never been treated so kindly before and i don’t think she’d be able to help herself with that mindset. She obviously took comfort in keirr  as she hesitated to follow him at first, but also because he was offering to help her and wasn’t appearing a threat to her.

  (oh look when keirr was actually a nice guy, before becoming a dick to her) 

Moving forward. Keirr takes her back to her cave and was suspicious why she was living in such a large area for one individual. Aira remains mute and just eats the food she was given. Which I suppose was rude on her part, but her communication skills seemed to be lacking as she was trapped inside a body and couldn’t talk for a long time, ok at least that makes sense because there is a valid reason enough for her to be doing that. Eventually keirr leaves her behind as she is now safely placed back into her sheltered area. But she ends up following him and keirr ends up venting to her about why he couldn’t go back to his family, he was understandably grieving over zilas. I find these next few parts important to Aira’s character. She willingly sits there even if not knowing him for not a very long time. But she sits there and listens to him vent and doesn’t question him, that’s just an empathetic thing and it's wholesome to have seen that in the comic as they being the characters actually talked about things that troubled them, and it didn’t lead to sex confrontation. She may not have known him very long, but she’s a character that gives off a warm and comforting vibe, like a friend you can tell anything too without her judging because she obviously cares about others. 

Later keirr ends up following her and getting to know her more. Then we see a page with them together and keirr is giving her physical therapy? 

(hey keirr how do you know about PT?). They end up jumping over some logs to strengthen her legs or whatever. Kinda pointless in a way if she was born with a weak structure. It’s like saying you can just magically cure a dog with mobility issues with just some PT. Wellll nope, it’s much harder and time consuming. Plus it won't fully heal someone with a physical disability, it may help strengthen her a bit, but she wouldn’t be able to fully walk normally. Compare it to a dog who was born with swimmers syndrome or cerebellar hypoplasia. That’s a lot of PT work and also medication in order for them to walk to a degree. It’s not something that can fully be cured, so Aira’s 180 later on would be really stupid when the author wrote her this way. 

Now the next page (198) is important, keirr states he has to go back home cause he’s been gone for too long. Aira very clearly goes into panic mode and begs keirr to stay with her because she clearly states she doesn't wanna be “Alone” She’s told to basically just shut up and he’ll return soon whenever. Again Aira panics and kisses keirr forcefully. 

Now I find that quite sad and interesting for her. I’m not a therapist or a physician by any means. But this is my own take on this situation. Aira is using a tactic that almost feels like she is forcing her own affection onto keirr, not being in control of her own body due to her panicking. In a way, yes Aira did sexually assault keirr and he had every right to confront her about it because it was wrong of her. He leaves her behind anyway to go back to his family. Aira is then left with what looks like the expression of shock and most likely guilt because she’s being left behind again and most likely processing stuff in her head. I'd like to believe that her mind is very scattered due to her having issues of being left behind. 

We then proceed to see Aira again and most likely took keirr’s words to heart and goes back to the spirit of strength because she feels weak without and can’t survive. She practically feels hopeless without that spirit, keirr stops her and then asks was it because of him? Keep that in mind. Aira is obviously upset in this scene and then tells keirr her back story and the things she did. She basically claims that she went back to the spirit because of Keirr, she was upset. It’s like if someone told you as a person, that you weren’t good enough for them, nor did they want you around them because to them you felt like a burden. I wouldn’t be surprised if Aira was the first dog in the comic to commit suicide because she deems herself as a burden and was never accepted. If the spirits didn’t exist and the comic took more of a dark turn, I think she would have been a character to have that type of mindset. 

Eventually keirr takes Aira under his wing with a better understanding of her to a degree. She proceeds to then help him look for his family as she’s apparently traveled all over the map while being a beast at the time and saw many tribes fall and create new ones. We meet the deer rp tribe and then kique puts them there because he doesn’t know what to do with them at that moment. Aira is then very clearly seen to be hesitant and doesn’t wanna join them because they were just going to ask if they saw family members of keirr’s. But then the 180 happens and they join anyway. Keirr becomes a dick and then judges fucking Aira behind her back  because of the jarl confronting her leg structure. Yeah hey morons, maybe she's struggling because she got a giant ass heavy deer rack strapped to her head and has weak legs, antlers are not light things. Of fucking curse she’d be struggling. 

Honestly that’s when I started hating keirr the most, like why the fuck are you jugding her? She literally told you she was born with a mobility disability and was tossed aside for it. *sighs* She ends up stuck with Keirr as a Herbalist, like kique? The fuck man, how stupid can you be. You made a character with a physical disability who struggles with that and you give her a rank that requires to walk a lot? Like what? She’d be a terrible herbalist because she’d probably take much longer to even get to a location and back to the tribe. She has to carry her weight around. How frustrating, it’s like he literally forgets his own character traits they have. Like if you didn’t wanna deal with a character with a disability then why give her one if you're gonna 180 it.

Page 481. The page that did it all for me and hated this dude's guts. Ok so even if Aira did end up stuck in a tribe she didn’t wanna be, plus she looks absolutely miserable in the panel. She literally got excited when he returned with bootleg kargo after their little flirting session or whatever that was. 

    (look at the sweet baby… I love her)

Like damn keirr, you should be fucking honored that someone likes you for you and your company, plus she was even worried about you. He could have easily just told her he was being sent to scout, like keirr did you not forget that you joined the tribe when you didn’t have too? Like at all. Aira stated to you that she didn’t wanna be there and wanted to go back to looking for your family. But whatever, he gives her the cold shoulder and tells her to suck it up and build connections with a tribe of strangers. God I really want to just rewrite this page at times. Keirr should have welcomed her with open arms (or paws) and told her about his travels and that he didn’t find what he was looking for unfortunately. Like why did you diss the only character who showed remorse and care for you. She obviously likes having you around and because you took her under your wing, you have no right to be a moody dick to her. This is when I see abandonment issues come into play. As someone who has abandonment issues myself, Aira is so frikin relatable. It hurts a lot when you think about it and you're stuck in your head wondering what you did or if you're doing something wrong to have someone push you away like that. It’s the worst feeling ever and poor Aira here basically got rejected from someone she clearly cares about. 

    (She looks so lost and heartbroken in this page)  But like keirr, dude how the fuck did you forget that she told you earlier on before you joined the stupid tribe. That she literally went back to the spirit because of YOU. That’s basically her struggle, Rejection and being alone. I’m disappointed that some of the people were siding with keirr on this page. In reality if a friend asked about your mental health and you told them to fuck off in, just because your moody. Then be damned if they leave your ass. That's such a shitty thing to do to a person. Aira is no exception and didn’t deserve any of that. And sadly it only gets worse for her as even when he did do that, she still looked out for him and had to save his ass from a ghoul. 

(She cares about him still)

      (Fuck you keirr, you should have thanked her)

I’d also like to point something out. But in a certain page, Aira claims she lived with the meteor tribe. I’m unsure if she was referring to a beast or when she was a normal dog before cursing herself? 

If that’s true then could Aira quite possibly be a victim to rape as well? I didn’t think much of it at first because the wording confused me for a while. But going back it made me think. If she was used by MT before arenak rules then she’s very much understanding when it comes to her trauma and issues she has. In conclusion Aira seems like a complex character with her own trauma and if it was written better, it would have been interesting to see her overcome her said trauma. She’s a literal victim, a lot more than what kique claims rogio and his “mental chains” bullshit. Aira didn’t have a choice in her life,she didn’t ask to be born the way she was or have to deal with not feeling wanted by others. I feel if kique actually knew how people worked when it came to trauma and one’s mental health and emotions. Aira and keirr could have been a great duo for each other and helped support each other as friends and grew a good connection based on needing each other in a certain time because they were struggling. Sexual intercourse during trauma isn’t something that’ll help someone. It's only a distraction really at the moment. But again it shouldn't be a way out when you're in your feelings and all that. It’s quite unhealthy. I’ll say it again, Aira deserves better and needs out of this terrible comic. 

[moonfurthetemmie]

did i mention it was going to be rapid-fire lucidity lore. because it is.

btw there's a fair chance i didn't finish a thought before having to go do something else so there may be just. unfinished sentences. Or there was something here from before I decided what to do with Champ that contradicts what I currently have. please please please point any of that out if you see it. i will fix it

The Pieces Falling Into Place...

Rather early on, he runs into Nightshade and Shale. They don’t really like their chances against a radiant, but they do decide to bully him a little since he’s so clearly not okay.

Lucidity still isn’t terribly fond of negative spirits, nevermind corrupts, but he’s emotionally raw and concerned with hunting down the last of the people who took everything from him to really give a shit about these two assholes. But they’re still trying to fuck with him and, as i said, he’s a mess. He lashes out. And at that point they get the fuck out, because they like their chances even less when the radiant is pissed and being rather erratic. Also his dog seems really scared, seemingly ready to attack them if they get too close, and while they’re not really scared of a dog they are afraid of what Lucidity will do if they hurt Champ.

So this whole thing originally started by me going "i wonder if i could make DS Dream evil, and make him and Obsidian kiss, without it being too Yikes." So I had to make it so they wouldn’t kill each other on-sight.

It eventually evolved into a Dream/Obsidian/Jet evil toxic polycule, and also the focus shifted rather dramatically from toxic evil polycule to Lucidity’s quest for revenge, but the poly is still there. 

I threw Nightshade in for two reasons:

Chaos

I don’t think I could get Shale and Lucidity to team up the way I had in mind without him.

After their first meeting, they all find out that the people who Lucidity is hunting down are the same people that Shale and Nightshade have been looking for; for many, many years in Shale’s case.

They decide that if he wants to get rid of the resistance, who are they to refuse his help?

Well. Nightshade decides that. Shale doesn’t like the idea. But Nightshade makes a very convincing argument to both sides:

“If his organization really was trying to make his multiverse a better place, I don’t think the resistance would expect him to come after them. And a radiant—one who can fly—would be very helpful at times. Dream, was it? You know you can’t do this alone. We haven’t been able to track them down yet, but we know much more than you. What would it really hurt to work together for a little while?”

Both sides make a contingency plan in case the other betrays them. 

But it doesn’t come to that.

Unfortunately for Shale, Lucidity is an excellent tactician. He was able to figure out the most efficient way to use the few resources (people) they have; catering to their needs (ex. Paraiba and Silver refuse to separate) and talents (ex. Koroit is particularly good at capturing targets thanks to her strings), making sure they all get adequate rest and food, so on. The only people happy about this are Shale and Nightshade.

Shale and Nightshade keep mentally debating whether or not they should convince Lucidity to let one or both of them corrupt him. They aren’t enjoying his radiance, even when he turns his aura down to bearable levels. But ultimately, he stays as he is. He’s more useful as a radiant.

Also, while Lucidity is speeding things along rather well in the search for the Resistance, people slowly start to realize they haven’t seen any news of…certain ways Shale would terrorize the populace.

Jade and Zuli are also mostly being left alone, too. Zuli even gets pants. 

Lucidity took one look at what was happening, turned on Shale, and threatened to fry his ass if he saw that shit happening again.

“I will excuse murder but I draw the line at abuse.”

“Are you serious.”

“Do I look like I’m joking?”

Shale keeps trying to slip away while they’re out, but Lucidity keeps following him, saying something about helping him look for any clues about the resistance. “Two pairs of eyes are better than one.” Shale wants to call bullshit but then he’d be admitting to trying to do something Lucidity threatened to fry him for. So…

Shale and Nightshade absolutely were planning on betraying Lucidity, once they get rid of the resistance, but…they eventually caught feelings. And now they just want him to stay. Not that Shale will ever, ever admit it. As far as anyone else is concerned, it’s just because Lucidity is very good at his job and has made himself indispensable.

And slowly, Lucidity decides that, actually, he’s going to see Shale’s plans through to the end. He wants to watch the world burn. Shale won’t destroy it all; then there’d be no one to lord over. He’s having so much fun with them. Also Champ has a huge yard to run around in and lots of people who will give him scritches and treats, so. There’s that. Having a dog that he needs to take care of makes it a little harder to just wander around on his own.

Lucidity realized that he was wrong about radiants fairly early on. The full realization happened when they were discussing some pretty brutal and/or terrifying ways to get information out of someone, it suddenly occurs to him that if radiants truly were the pinnacle of moral purity, he would not be here entertaining any of these ideas, nevermind actually considering them. He’s also surprised to find that he’s having a lot of fun helping them. It’s…strangely therapeutic, in a way. 

And if he’s wrong about radiants, he’s probably wrong about corrupts too. At least, in general. Nightshade and Shale are absolutely the stereotypes he’d imagined.

And as he processes this, and also decides that killing Nightmare likely wouldn’t have done much anyway, he realizes that he does still care about Nightmare. And suddenly he’s so relieved that he never got anywhere with that.

Shale and Nightshade have rubbed off on Lucidity some. The most obvious one is Lucidity becoming notably more brutal, mainly when he’s fighting and/or taking out targets. He’s also gotten more snarky and teases them both of them quite a bit, though they absolutely didn’t realize he was fucking with them for a while because he never did it before, and was very good at keeping a perfectly straight face.

There’s another thing, but that won’t be realized by any of them unless a very specific event happens. I haven't written that out yet tho :)

By the way, the Meme Squad has seen them around a few times. Nightmare knows Lucidity’s not going to fuck with him anymore but he’s not sure if this is really better!!!

[foggyparadisecandy]

So much I want to say again.

K if you read this, well ... I guess it doesn't matter any more. You've heard everything I have to say a hundred times and it wasn't enough. So maybe this is a goodbye note. I hope not.

I will always be here for you and you know that. I hope that brings you comfort even if you never reach out again.

You have options even if you can't see them atm. You control your destiny. Remember it.

It's a core strength of yours. You've temporarily forgotten it. You are hurting horribly. I see it and it bothers me so much. I am not your savior. I know that. You are your savior. You will be your savior. You just have to remember who you are - the woman I fell for.

Strong. Capable. Self-driven. Good. Caring. Sharp. You are a good person. I know you will find your way. I believe in you and I'm no dummy so ... maybe think on that for awhile. Maybe it's all true ... maybe you are an ass-kicker? Worth considering, right?

It's ok and you're going to be ok. I know that and have faith in you. Even if you don't. lol

I dislike how you gave up control of your life to be on autopilot to mask your pain. I dislike it ... but I understand it. I feel for you.

Find your way back to your core strengths.

I want to say stop abandoning yourself but it's a shit statement. It implies you know who you are and I'm not sure that's true atm. That's why you are giving in to escapist stuff, on the go.

Do your best to pause. Remember the river. The warm water washing away your worries. Find yourself in your river in the center of your mind. Relax there.

Meditate. Use that to quiet your mind. Skip the weed - it’s not doing you any good atm :( I know how hard it is for you rn - please be strong and heal.

Explore your feelings - I know you are dealing wish some serious bullshit but explore them. Look into Anxious Attachment style healing.

Be ok with expressing your needs. No one worthwhile will reject you or abandon you if you express yourself. Don't suffer quietly in anxiety.

Lol.

Look at me lecture and give advice again. Whatever. IDC - you said you always loved it so I won't judge myself for caring and sharing. And fuck do I still love and care for you. I think you love me too. And I get it - it seems impossible for you atm to find space for me. It’s not really impossible. It only seems that way because you are hurting.

Relationships can morph and evolve. Good people are worth finding ways to keep in our lives. I know … I know … It's so complicated and messy, isn't it?

I really wish you had included me in your decision. Once again, I was shut out. I'm sorry I wasn't more approachable. I feel like I let you down in so many ways. Ugh. It hurts tbh. It really fucking hurts. I'll be ok though - don't worry.

Keep an eye on your subconscious. It needs to be watched like a hawk - it doesn't seem to be your best friend tbh. I would honestly say it actively wants you to suffer. That's a fucking harsh statement and I'm probably way off-base but ... I think it's correct.

Your parents are behind you and can no longer harm you. But they've wired your identity to hurt. Recognize it. Heal. Remember who you are: strong, capable, a fighter.

Nobody wants you to hurt. You don't have to hurt. Choose to heal. You are a good person. Find that truth … because it is the truth.

It's extremely hard for loved ones to push me away ... and yet here we are. How in the world did you pull that off? Lol

But despite your efforts, I'll always be here for you. Haha

Well ... maybe not here, but you know how to find me.

No different than before, my feelings are consistent. My offers are genuine. My love is deep.

I ... am so ... empty atm ... lol.

Goodbye everyone - maybe not permanently - knowing me I'll be back in a few days.

Tumblr is not good for me. I would have left sooner but K insisted on using Tumblr's chat so ... like her good puppy dog, I stuck around here.

Hypno is not doing it for me. I think I'm still a pretty good tist lol but I've lost my passion for it.

I like the idea of finding a new good girl to have fun with but ... also ... I'm just not right atm. As much as I wish I was. I need to sort shit out and figure out motivations. I don't want to hurt anyone else and I don't want to be hurt.

The real problem is ... everything on this blog was for K. A long-ass love letter to her. And I don’t regret a second of the energy and time I put into it. She is worth it and more.

But now … she’s gone. So ... I guess I am too. For now.

Empty.

[kariachi]

More opinion on new pokemon! Dear gods this has to end at some point, right? 63-72

Shroodle

The Toxic Mouse Pokemon, poison/normal type. It’s just, a little guy. They put a Salandit head on a mole body and gave him teefs. It’s cute, don’t get me wrong, but still. They’re normally chill, but apparently they’re venomous and their venom paralyzes fuckers when they get pissed and bite them. Also they mark their territories by marking them with poisonous and acrid liquid. Given there’s no description of where this fluid comes from I have to assume they do the standard animal thing of rubbing their ass on shit.

7/10, it’s certainly a pokemon, not a bad one, would definitely be on the ‘team mascot maybe’ list, but it would have steep competition

Grafaiai

I’m sorry this is what Shroodle evolves into? Bit of a fucking jump. I mean I can see the connections but still. It’s Grafaiai, we all know it. Poisonous saliva, color depends on it’s diet, uses it to paint markings on trees, patterns are unique to each individual, you know the deal

6/10, it’s not bad but I’m not feeling it

~

Fidough

Dough pupper! Not the best design in the world, but it’s a dough pupper. It breathes yeast, people have kept them for ages, things ferment in it’s vicinity. Forget sourdough we have fidough bread around here.

7/10, bread pupper

Dachsbun

They baked the pupper. They made him into pretty shapes and braids and baked him. Don’t know that I love the design, but it’s still a good, well baked, pupper. Literally it’s got a new ability called Well-Baked Body that makes fire moves raise it’s defense stat rather than do damage. Apparently they smell delicious and farmers love them because their scent makes wheat grow better.

7.2/10, you walk into the field, everything smells like fresh bread, you eat double servings at lunch but damnit if the crop isn’t gonna come in great

~

Maschiff

This pupper does not look happy. Dark type, the Rascal Pokemon, and it literally looks like a kicked dog in this image. I want to protect it. It’s jaws can crush boulders, it’s thick fat makes it bulky, and though it tries to scowl to make fuckers take it seriously, nobody can take it seriously.

8/10, my pupper now

Mabosstiff

Oh gods this one looks like it’s gonna cry. The 3d models matter be happier, Gamefreak, or so help me! But yeah, it’s a big fluffy dog to go with the little, less fluffy dog that was Maschiff. The Boss Pokemon, new ability is called Guard Dog- attack raises if intimidated and it can’t be forced to switch out. It stores energy in it’s dewlap and uses it to blow away opponents. Is gentle and playful with children, but will go right on alert and become intimidating if it’s loved ones are threatened.

9/10, what is with this gen and good puppers? So many.

~

Bramblin

It’s a tumbleweed with two eyes just, floating in the hollow center. Normally pokemon at least has a dark void there but no, this is just like that. Love it. Tumbleweed Pokemon, grass/ghost type, new ability called Wind Rider- takes no damage from wind moves and when hit with them or Tailwind is active it’s attack is boosted. A soul that couldn’t move on got tangled in some dry grass and turned into this fucker, who doesn’t know where the wind is taking it anymore than the rest of us do. They don’t like getting wet.

7/10, like the way they did this one

Brambleghast

It’s got thorns now, and a more defined face in a sort’ve jack’o’lantern style. Gotta have Bramblin walk 100 steps in the overworld to get it, so that another of those. Found in arid regions, sometimes an outbreak gets large enough to bury a town in the bastards. Apparently they trap prey within themselves, drain it of life energy, and then just discard them when it’s done.

7/10, I think I’d prefer this to Cacturne, if I had to pick a carnivorous desert plant.

~

Gimmighoul

We know this bitch. The capitalism pokemon. Some sort’ve ant, dowsing rod, alien, capitalism gremlin. The chest version sometimes gets left in shop corners because it’s too well camouflaged as storage, were apparently born in these chests like 1500 years ago, and drain the life from people to try to rob them. The wandering version apparently was born when a coin went missing and the desire for it got so intense it generated a pokemon and started looking for it’s way home. They survive by draining life energy from people who try to rob them of their coin.

6/10, hate the design but damn if that’s not some lore

Gholdengo

A steel/ghost dual type, the Coin Entity Pokemon, fucker is literally a person made of stacks of coins. Also it’s got hair kinda sorta. And a belt it carries a tiny chest on. New ability is Good as Gold, which grants immunity to status moves used by other pokemon. You need to give 999 Gimmighoul coins to a Gimmighoul and it’ll evolve. It’s made up of a thousand coins, defends itself by flinging them at fuckers, and is very friendly.

7/10, you don’t quite have me but it’ll do

~~~

Such puppers this gen.

[anthonysstupiddailyblog]

Anthony's Stupid Daily Blog (852): Wed 17th Jul 2024

I pulled the car into the driveway this morning so I could hoover the inside of it for the first time since I got it three months ago. Last week when Dad and I went to see Jenny he commented on the dirtiness of the car by saying “You know you are allowed to clean this thing don’t you?”. Now naturally I thought that this was just a lie put out there by the mainstream media and big pharma but it turns out Dad was right, you ARE allowed to clean your car. It was mainly biscuit crumbs in there due to month upon months of taking my lunch breaks in the car so that I didn't have to associate with my disgusting co-workers in the canteen (and by "associate with" I mean "sit in the same space as"). Thinking about it I could've just stuck Lucy in the car and let her lick the entire inside of the car spotless but then the car would've stunk of shit, so from now I'm going to squirt some of Lucy's breath freshener foam in my tea before I dunk my biscuits in them so that Lucy can lap up the crumbs and freshen her breath at the same time.

Later on I rewatched A Nightmare on Elm Street 4: The Dream Master. I think if the Nightmare series had ended after Dream Warriors of maybe just didn't do any more until New Nightmare and Freddy Vs Jason they'd be held in much higher regard by mainstream movie goers but unfortunately the chance to make more money meant that they just couldn't leave well enough alone. I have to say that although the plot is barely there and the characters are so poorly fleshed out that it’s impossible to care when they get killed compared to the kids from the last movies, the one major step up from the other films is the visuals. Holy fuck this film looks incredible and they go so many steps beyond what they did in the original three films. Some of the effects in the first Nightmare such as Freddy coming through the wall and Nancy's feet getting stuck in the stairs are impressive but they still look a bit fake. This movie finally chose to start mixing practical effects with digital and the result was amazing. The opening sequence sees Kirsten returning to the house from the original movie, sees a girl making a chalk drawing of Freddy on the sidewalk, it then goes from sunny to pissing with rain and when Kirsten goes to enter the house she sees the little girls from the first film skipping rope singing Freddy's song and the whole sequence is mesmerising. The major visual highlight of the movie is where the character of Alice goes to a movie theatre and midway through it fills with wind and light and she is then sucked into the movie through the screen which could rival any effect scene in a modern day fantasy film. I think to enjoy the Nightmare movies you have to think of them as fantasy movies with elements of horror because I've never found them all that scary as Freddy is just too funny to ever be truly afraid of. Kind of like if you go into Dr Strangelove expecting a full in comedy you’ll be disappointed but if you see it as a thriller with comedic elements you’ll get what you’re promised. I think the moment where we see Freddy on a beach rocking a pair of shades is probably the moment where a lot of fans of the original probably checked out and realised that these movies were getting too silly, sadly a lot of executives and money men clearly did not as they went on to make two more films after this. It always makes me laugh that the creative way they thought of to bring Freddy back from the dead was to have a dog piss on his grave. I would say that when one of the writers pitched that instead of having an evil cult resurrect him or some shit like that, this probably should've been the moment where they decided not to continue. I think that to continue breathing new life into the series they should have introduced not a new cast of victims with every movie but a new villain. This would've been a huge risk but sometimes you have to take risks to evolve a story rather than just keep it on life support like they were trying to do from this movie onwards.

[haptureratch]

I have to get this out so I can start to let the trauma of the last week go and let the healing and re-affirmation continue to permeate through me and dominate my mind.

Seeing Steven this weekend in Austin was everything I needed it to be. It did take the whole weekend; it was not reconciled in one night.

When I arrived, I saw his work truck. I took a look around the front of the house and peered into the side left yard once I noticed there were two front doors. Strange, I thought, he usually likes privacy and this might be a duplex with this door situation. I chose to knock on the left door based off the layout I imagined from the photos he had sent. I knocked once. I heard heavy footsteps start and pause. Then start start again, coming closer to the door. He opened the door and had such a beautiful, emotional, and surprised look on his face as he said, "You're here!" Later I learned he was in the bathroom and had not heard my knock at all and was headed out to his truck at that time to retrieve wrapping paper for Cameron's Titanic book. I love looking back on that moment and understanding his greeting fully.

He brought me in for a hug on the porch and, after hugging back a few moments and unsure of how much comfort to take, I asked if we could go inside. Once inside, I said I didn't want to cry outside. He pulled me to him again and I broke down saying, "I've been through so much," over and over again. He was crying too, saying, "I'll never give up on you." I sobbed harder and asked, "Really? I'm so relieved to hear you say that."

The details from here are hazy because there were multiple talks and the way I felt evolved through them.

We sat down on the deep little couch and I said I needed to know what was on his mind and how everything was for him since during our video call on July 4th, I had predominated the conversation. He said that call had been for him to check on me. But he said the conversation with Rilley helped him understand my better. That it was reassuring to know Rilley and I had been through a similar event (of me having a strong reaction to feeling set aside for something else). He was saying all these beautiful, reassuring things but I just couldn't let him back in fully. There were still things unsettled in my mind. I wanted to trust him fully but I wasn't ready yet. I said there might be many reasons for it but I was still in that same place I was Saturday and Sunday and my body would not let me calm down. He I could take all the time I needed.

I eventually cut us off after talking about how I still didn't understand his reaction because I had tried to explain EVERYTHING about how I am and why since the beginning. I said we had food to eat and a party to attend and I did not want to keep going down this path. [I was still not confident that I needed more from him. I thought it might still just be my anxiety/depression/attachment issues not letting go.]

We needed to get out there and do this stuff. So, we did. And it was friendly. Being friends again was easy. Going to Hopdoddy for take-out. Seeing dogs; going to pet them. I ate, got ready, listened to drafts of his letter to Cameron, and wrapped the book neatly for him. While eating I think we had more therapeutic discussion (and co-regulatory breathing).

We went out to the apartment, I felt awkward not knowing everyone but I tried. I could feel anxiety rising, could feel myself start to clam up, toward the end of the apartment portion of the night so I downed a little wine to just forget it and keep going. At karaoke I sipped a little alcohol to keep going as well. And bitch I let off some steam and performed for those fucking people and belted my SHIT out.

But they kept extending the room and it was going later than I thought I could hold out for.

Anxiety was turning to panic and I let him know I wanted to go. He easily got us out and we ubered back. Waiting on the ride and throughout the ride, the panic was setting in and making me probably unrecognizable. He was probably trying to figure it out. Back at the house I could barely give instructions on how to help me or explain what was going on. He did not do a very good job and I didn't let him anyway. I wished Rilley was there for me. We did talk a little about panic attacks and PTSD (acute stress disorder technically).

Going to bed that night was hard. Lying next to him and thinking I would be misunderstood and not well taken care of for the rest of our time together. So I vowed I'd talk to him when we got up. I barely slept that night. Again. I took multiple meds throughout the night trying to reach sleep; they all failed. Again. I still wasn't sure if any of this would ever be okay again.

He woke up before me and went into the main part of the house after using the restroom. I used the restroom as well, then returned to the bedroom where he was reclined on the bed. I sat down on the bed and said there was just one more thing I needed to open up and be vulnerable about. I asked if he was ready for another serious conversation just after waking up. He was. I said that I was still unsettled, that I felt like this all was just going to be me and my mental illness and him not giving up on me but that it was still essentially me needing to change (and him not understanding mental health and how to help support someone through the extremes like panic attacks). Though my reaction was extreme on Saturday and Sunday, I still felt so hurt, unseen, misunderstood, and abandoned by him. Again, I said my reaction was bad and I had apologized. But I reminded him how haunted I've been and how I still could not sleep last night. And I thought I needed him to owe up to his part and apologize for the hurt. I also said maybe he needs to learn more about all this. He started to apologize but used the word "intention". I said I'm sorry but you have to understand that I know you didn't intend to hurt me but the hurt was still very real.

He took my hand, looked me in the eyes with glassy profound emotion and gave me the apology I needed and that he would read anything I asked him. I WISH TO GOD I COULD HAVE RECORDED IT TO REPLAY FOR MYSELF WHENEVER I NEEDED.

I thanked him for that. And asked if I could hug him. I climbed into his lap and we held each other and caressed each other, running hands over skin and hair. Holding tightly, breathing chest to chest in synchrony. He placed kisses at my neck and I accepted them. I kissed him. At some point we pulled back and there was an unspoken understanding before our lips drew together. And it was us again. He kissed my breasts and reached down but I told him I wasn't ready for the latter yet. I made space between us and asked if I could touch him. He consented and we had a little more serious conversation, I said I hadn't been sure if we'd ever have sex again but that I came prepared for anything. We laughed at the act being done during the conversation. I asked if we could have gentle sex; not to achieve anything but just to start rekindling that aspect of our closeness. He asked if it was okay to set a timer since we were nearing the check-out of the airbnb. I said that was okay. 25 minutes set. We ended up completing with 8 minutes to spare. Him arriving right after me. (He had asked if I brought my vibrator and wanted to use it. Wasn't much longer from that point.)

We talked more at the Tiger bakery. I'm not remembering the details because I am so exhausted. I remember learning that is stronger than me as far as not letting the discomfort of 80-hr work weeks in the heat get the better of him and bring down his performance. That's why he doesn't really talk much about it or complain like I do. I admire that so much and wish I had that skill.

But I am ready to let this all go now and move toward progress with him. I was so moved by his tears and expressions and words. And the fact that he gave me the ones I needed when I asked for them.

I wonder if this was the trip the fortune teller saw. The one she said was successful. If it was 2-3 hours instead of the 2-3 weeks or months she had spoken about. It's all so fascinating to let coincidences be seen.

In hindsight I should have gone there Friday for me. But I'm glad he got to spend time with those close friends of his that night instead. I think it was all for the best.

I'm so glad I didn't lose him. And that he didn't lose me.

It went way better than I had thought it would.

Being back at my house SUCKS just a little because I'm just slightly on edge again. Just slightly. I joked on snap I need to sage this fucking house because of the last however many weeks of HELL that played out within these walls. I hope I can convince them that I am home again.

I wish I could vividly remember this morning the point I could play it like a movie in my head.

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Again, my mind and body are so exhausted.

And coming back to ground zero kind of sucks.

I think I'll sleep tonight. I hope I'll sleep tonight.

And he did like my second playlist.

[syrinq]

another bonus of being late diagnosed w/ any neurodiversity is that you get to play the fun little analyser and go ''how the FUCK did NO ONE NOTICE THIS SHIT''

aka sy thinks about all the fun little phases and collections i had as a kid mostly. or at least the ones i remember because i'm 99.9% sure there's a fuck ton i'm missing or plainly won't remember until it's dallying in front of me. anyway rediscovering joys of then & bringing back your inner child in your 20s for the fucking win baby!

SHIT I COLLECTED

particular pharmacy pamphlets on various illnesses just because it had cover arts of a cool green snake on it. my 6yo ass was running into the pharmacy every fucking time just to grab 1 copy of each new green snake pamphlet and get the fuck out

rocks. gems. beach shells. boxes of them after scouring them from the beach. markets. etc. my favourite remains (looks at wiki) donax variabilis because the shells were so fucking smooth

plushies of literally fucking anything but mostly animals. catch my 11yo ass upset that my room was empty as hell after my cat caught fleas

littlest pet shop. the headbobblerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. my stupid ass could already smell the cat & dog mould bias and thought it was so much fucking bullshit. my ass did not heal from selling most of my lps during my ''i'm so fucking cringe i need to grow up'' era. but rebuying and growing my collection in my 20s did :)

schleich figures. specifically horses because that's what they usually sold most of back then. i didn't even like horses all that much. what

other animal figures/toys etc. etc. because I LOVE ANIMALS AND THIS WILL NEVER LEAVE ME

my own art technically. aka drawing shit tons and shit tons and shit tons of shows/comics/animals/etc. i liked and having that shit plastered all over my room. fucking awesome

donald duck comics. those were the fucking shit & that was the only reason i looked forward to any sort of mail once a week

virtual pet animal things. when they had plushies. started with littlest pet shop vips at the bottom now we still at the bottom because every pet site fucking died < never got a webkinz

shitty 10 point deviantart adopts. that was such a good era. and then later that evolved into a general interest in writing ocs + worldbuilding. massive W

music. aka ever since i first got a hold on earpods i've never been the fucking same. NO BACKGROUND SOUND BABYYYYYYY GOOD NOISE INSTEAD i'll be dead in a ditch if i can't ever listen to music every single day of my life for the rest of my life

LE RANDOM XD PHASE (FOOD)

strongest longest living contender is cereal for breakfast 99.9% of the time since the age of 11 (basically 15 years ago at this rate)

raisins on their own as a toddler. nowadays my ass can't eat any raisins unless it's already in something else eg. my beloved cereal

noodles

noodles with cheese

noodles with a seafood mix abomination from iceland (THE UK STORE)

throat candy because the taste was nice even though i didn't have a sore throat but pop off king

peppermints for many. many. many years in middle school i was fucking eating these like drugs

nuts. specifically ones advertised as japanese/seaweed ones. this one had its resurgence in late 2023 and then fucking died off again

penne pesto from this one specific pizza joint because they just Did It Really Good. and also in a nice bucket

skittles & cup a soup (NOT TOGETHER) to get me through the horrors of high school. i also spilled cup a soup on myself like twice and then i smelled of chicken the entire day. awful behaviour

oh yeah. jelly beans too

oranges and tangerines. it's the Juice, Ok

these particular sugar cookies shaped like chicks from one specific brand store that were only sold during easter

doritos. but not the actual triangle doritos but the tiny bite-sized ones that looked like dog food pretty much and were sold in odd tubular bags

and to top off the gamer gg vibes there was also a mountain dew phase after i got tired of fanta

finally after 843920840923 years i got into regular hydration habit and now i'll freak out whenever i'm out and i don't have any water bottle on me regardless of being thirsty

LE RANDOM XD PHASE (EVERYTHING ELSE)

random XD phase that still lingers today because my humour is absolutely dogshit (affectionate)

mint toothpaste because the taste was good & then i was forced to get rid of it because UK prices for this specific brand and flavour were fucking abysmal (talk £7 a tube)

rage comics + lolcats phase after i freshly discovered the wonders and horrors of the internet

minecraft. one of such staples of childhood gaming moments

by that extension also papercraft because glueing together little cuboid creatures was fucking awesome

something about making tiny figures out of tin foil

pictures with 4382948329023 instagram filters slapped on

live laugh love tumblr girlie phase (god it hurts)

astrology phase for approximately 3-4 months

phineas and ferb (this one is very nostalgic). my little pony. gravity falls (this one i love legit). steven universe. we bare bears. miraculous ladybug. yeah in that order and yeah i got most of these from tumblr (skull emoji)

undertale. dark souls. fromsoft games in general. gundam stuff. monster hunter < lucky that i'm still into these

warframe is something that'll have to be ripped from my cold dead corpse to be dropped

HOW COULD I FORGET ABOUT MY MANS BLINGEES

browser game pet party was such the fucking bomb i legit made like 50+ alt. accs to fucking funnel FREE REAL DIGITAL FURNITURE to my main acc and it was so fucking awesome. and then the game died. i know party town exists but it's Just Not The Same

turning into a cat person with cat behaviours after getting my first cats because it Resonated So Well. headbutt will never leave my soul

watching isopods during recess under these specific tiles at school from approx. ages 6-9. usually? accompanied by other kids. bug watching party was awesome

okay that's all i remember tedtalk over. Bye

[sprucebark]

(vibrates so hard I clip into front) YEAH

So the Entelodons are based off Entelodontidae which were a real thing!

Big piggy guy :)

Entelolins and Sarolins are directly evolved from that in the "oh shit this creature learned to Use Tools and Become a Guy" way. Pigs as we know them now are the result of Entelolins and Boarlins domesticating Entelodons over a long period of time.

Sarolins are still pig-based at heart, but I imagine them having bat features, especially echolocation like the Warden does. They also have similar bat like ears.

I also imagine the Warden to be similar to the Iron Constructs (Golems, but I don't call them that) in the sense it's created and not birthed. Some sort of magical process goes into creating them, especially with how the shriekers work as alarms, but I think it IS just meant to work as a guard dog - again similar to the Constructs Boarlins have.

It's not 100% clear on how the Sarolins went extinct but as far as has been discovered there's no more remaining and what they look like has been mostly lost to time and can only be speculated.

While the Sarolins survived in the caves, Entelolins thrived on the surface and made many of the old ruins you find today including Jungle Temples, Ocean Monuments, and Trail Ruins!

Entelolins ultimately evolved into the Boarlins. Early iterations of the Boarlins traversed into the Nether, hence the ruined portals you can find around the world. As it was nigh impossible to grow crops in the Nether, these original Boarlins brought along some of their livestock - specifically the pig-likes, which then ultimately turned into Hoglins due to exposure to Nether plants. These Nether Boarlins also evolved to suit their new climate, thereby evolving into Piglins.

The zombification process of Hoglins and Piglins is still unclear, especially as to why they're afraid of portals. You could explain the fear by the genes they've evolved are no longer suited to the Overworld, but that doesn't explain why there are so many zombified Piglin in the Nether itself. It also doesn't explain the Pig > Lightning > Zombified Piglin process either. Maybe it's something with sudden extreme heat making them a Piglin its own right, but the incompatibility with the overworld strikes again.

So! Back to Boarlins.

Boarlins, I feel, are fully capable of building the structures the Entelolins once did - they just choose not to. They're a peaceful folk and tend to keep to themselves. There may be groups here and there that frown on how unprotected these villages are, but it's become tradition at this point to leave it as-is unless a Stranger* comes along to help out.

Illagers likely stemmed from these groups, if not just in general. Illagers still follow the general culture as listed on the Village of Pigs lore snippet:

Boarlin Illagers see the villager's way of life as far too soft compared to their shared ancestor's, and express this by shaving their fur, growing out their tusks, and displaying gold wherever they can.

Though in this lore, obviously, they haven't evolved from Piglins. It's believed that they still idealize the Piglins in their own way, though most Illagers have never even met a Piglin and the knowledge of them is passed down through folklore and mythology.

The Ravagers are mutated from unwilling Boarlin villagers, turned into mutated creatures for the Illagers' own purposes.

Due to the Boarlins having evolved immune systems, Boarlins can be cured of Zombification no matter how many times they're affected, provided the materials are available. The search for a cure for Piglins and Hoglins is still underway.

Witches aren't an evolution so much as a cultural shift; most Boarlin villages are wary to accept magic amongst them, especially forms of dark magic as it's believed Witches do. Witches have since been exiled from most villages, with some allying with Illagers to share knowledge between them.

As stated toward the beginning, Iron Constructs are created - not birthed - like the Warden. They function as security of sorts. It's not clear whether they are mechanical or magic in nature. Perhaps a bit of both.

sets my evolution flowcharts in your hands gently and runs away

[rararasputins-dick-mind-control]

Bro geography is fuckin wild, like with most maps its so easy to forget that:

russia and alaska are practically touching (they look like that one michelangelo painting)

alaska is also fucking way bigger than north american maps usually imply

Theres just. So many islands, everywhere. What are they doing. Why are continents so crumbly

How did people even get to some of those islands? Like dude hawaii is just sitting in the middle of the pacific how did human beings get there

Sandwich islands???

[hoaqins-funk-house]

Springtrap

Yandere

Male Reader

Part 1

Sitting in the black swivel chair, you spin once or twice before coming to a stop, grimacing at the feeling of sticky floors beneath your shoes. This place is brand new, how the hell are the floors sticky? 

Actually, on that note, how is everything so covered in dust?

Sighing, your mindless fidgeting comes to a stop as the phone, just as dinky as the walls around you, begins to ring. You pick it up but put it back on the table, eyes drifting to the laptop and swing-out tablet. When you flip the former open, you note the four buttons, each relating to something you would have to reset when it comes time to. The latter has cameras that are scattered around, including a separate tab for vents. There’s an option to block off vents, which sends a chill up your spine as you glance to the big ass one at your side.

You decide to block that one off for now.

Humming, you familiarize yourself with the layout of the place, deciding to ignore the shadows that crept through your vision.

Your unenthused eyes scan and take in everything. The replicas (you had seen the originals, and they were permanently stained with both the smell and color of pizza sauce and lawsuits) that were in and around the office, as well as the little bobbleheads that sat on your desk of the animatronics, which were, for some reason, human? You boop the one who you assume to be Freddy, hearing the familiar squeak. 

A small smile comes to your lips.

It was at this time that you realized you had completely ignored the man on the phone, but you couldn't really bring yourself to care. 

The little drawings that were put up were authentic; not just anyone could recreate what a child's mind spits out and decides to draw. 

That Freddy looks a bit fucked up.

The posters were cutely designed, and after getting the gist of what everything was and how everything works, you were on your phone the rest of the night.

When six strikes, you casually leave, giving the building a quick once over as you leave the doors, locking them behind you.

If every night is going to be like that, this is going to get boring.

-

He’s stuck.

This suit traps him like a rabid dog, eager to stay gripped onto his neck.

Still, things would be changing soon.

He can feel it.

He can feel it as a fresh breeze, the first in many years, hits his nostrils, sending a wave of euphoria through his system. The bloodied musk that hung in the dank room was not a pleasant one.

He can feel it as his body accepts this new host, more and more, until soon, quite soon, he will become one with his vessel. 

Just as the animatronics before him did.

He ponders. 

Why was he being freed from this prison of his own design?

Is he being taken somewhere?

…

Will there be a night guard to terrorize?

A grin takes to his broken lips as he ignores the pain and blood that comes from them. Oh, a night guard! Truly, that will be a sight!

He can't wait. 

For now, however, he must play dead.

My, that voice that shouts with excitement from behind him…

It sounds so familiar.

"Bring the truck around!" He calls. "I found one, a real one! It's got the rips, the weird colors, and what I am going to assume is pizza sauce! Ohohoh man, I hit the jackpot with this one! Fazbear's Fright needed something, and here it is!" 

His congratulatory tone made the man within the suit want to throw up. Finding him was nothing to be happy about; he is despicable, incapable of redemption, and an awful being. 

And you know what? 

That's just the way he likes it.

So to have someone happy to find him, especially for their own purposes?

He won't let it stand. 

Yeah, if this place has a nightguard, he'll kill them without mercy before burning the entire thing to the ground.

Might as well make it fun for himself.

As light peeks through, clearly originating from a flashlight, he feels his pupils shrink, resisting the urge to let out a groan as his weak eyes ache from their decades of being in the dark.

"Whoahoh! This one looks gnarly!" The same man as before speaks, probably referencing the organs and tendons that were showing. "C'mon, let's get it up!"

His grin only grows as two people lift him onto a dolly, beginning the move.

Goodbye, saferoom.

And hello, Fazbear's Fright.

-

Humming, you walk into the building, skimming over the decorations once more before noticing something.

The papers that had fallen onto the ground from before, they had dirt on them. Not surprising on its own, but when they were in the shape of tire tracks? 

You decide to follow them, using your memory of the cameras to guide you through the building, which was already rather linear anyway.

Entering the last area, you could see a rather dilapidated animatronic suit, with organs visible and its fur matted with blood. Real blood. The old Springbonnie suit was nearly green from how old and dirty it was.

Your eyebrows raise. "Is that guy just stupid or did he knowingly bring in a suit that has a dead body in it?"

Honestly, you didn't care. "Eh, whatever. It'll probably start moving when I start my shift… I've heard those rumors about the other locations." You turn, stretching, unaware of the eyes that followed you or the head that turned your way.

Damn, does he want to kill this one?

Well, he can think it over more soon. After the merge.

He grins again, feeling his uneven, gouged skin begin to flare with pain.

You exit the room fully, making your way back to the office with all the urgency of an ADHD-riddled person doing laundry.

Which is to say… not much.

You fall into the chair, cursing as the thin mesh cushion does nothing to protect your tailbone from the metal frame of the chair. The phone rings not a moment later, you picking it up and laying it on the table again, eager to ignore it just as you had done before. You stretch again, arms raising above your head as you begin to flip through cameras, finding the rabbit in the same spot it was in before. 

You yawn.

Hopefully it starts moving soon, or else the entire reason you took this job would be unfulfilled. 

You were bored, and you remembered this place from the times you had gone with your younger brother, who was now in his early twenties. You, however, were 28 years of age, with nothing better to do than 'investigate' the Fazbear's Fright that opened up. Still, if that rabbit has a corpse in it, it should make things more fun.

As you lazily flip through your cameras, you set it down and look to the side, seeing a rather dirty looking man with an eyepatch and fox ears. To his confusion, before he could lunge at you, you reach out and swipe a hand through his chest. You continue to swipe forwards and backwards, the incorporeal man stuck standing there until you leaned back.

"So, you're a ghost."

His mouth opens as if to retort, but he just gives up and leaps at you, you not even looking at him anymore. He closes his mouth halfway through the jump, and with an unsatisfied sigh, he disappears.

You continue flipping through the cameras, checking in on the rabbit a couple of times before shoving the tablet out of the way, opening the laptop to have it ready and sitting back in your chair.

You glance towards a shifting figure in front of the window, the hat and bear ears telling of who it is. He limps along, eventually falling beneath your view before seemingly phasing through the wall and leaping at you. You stare passively as he does so, him not completing the jump to instead stand in front of you, confused. 

For shits and giggles, you wave your hand through his chest once or twice.

"Why… aren't you… scared?" He croaks, voice ruined from years of no use.

"Oh, was I supposed to be scared?" You genuinely ask. "Uh, sorry. If you do it again I promise I'll hyperventilate."

"Don't try to… lessen your survival chances…"

"Okay. My bad." 

He sighs, and after annoyedly rubbing his face, he disappears.

You flip out your cameras once more, finding the screen obscured by static and a small error in the center. Lazily, you reset cams.

When your screen clears, you check the rabbit. He looks… strange. Like his body is evolving in front of your eyes. 

To be honest, you don't give enough of a shit to watch a potentially world-changing discovery if it looks that gross. You aren't paid enough to, anyway.

At this pay grade, you even coming into the damn building is volunteer work.

You check your phone for the time, seeing a cool time of one in the morning. 

"Aside from that science experiment gone wrong happening in the back room, it's still really damn boring."

However, it's still not boring enough to watch that transformation or whatever. That corpse (well, at this point, you kinda doubt it's dead) can do whatever the hell he wants with that suit. It's his body, not your business.

After another fifteen minutes of staring at a wall, you check the cameras to the sound of loud clicks and pops, now seeing a heavily scarred man with 1.5 rabbit ears in place of the suit. He takes one step out from his original spot, body heaving forward before he lifts himself up, looking up at the camera with a grin.

"Huh. That's new." You say, watching him jolt forward, continuing to take steps before relearning how to walk smoothly.

It only takes him a moment to rocket off.

"I doubt that's good." You mumble, beginning to flip through the cameras to follow him before playing a sound in the room behind him, making him pause. He turns, walking back with a confused expression.

Continuing to flip through cameras, you watch as the man, who you'll dub Rabbit Guy, wanders, seemingly having lost his focus. Hearing a sound to your left, you pay no heed to whoever it is, instead waggling your hand in what you would assume to be their torso.

"You're strange…" They say.

"Uh-huh. If you'd excuse me, I am currently working on keeping Rabbit Guy the hell away from me." Your voice is monotonous but sincere; you aren't trying to be sarcastic or mean, just trying to tell them the facts.

Glancing to the side, you see that it was a child, so you were waving your hand in his collar. "Oh, my bad. Does that… make you guys uncomfortable?" You ask, retracting your hand.

"No, we can't feel it." 

"Huh." You blandly respond, playing the sounds to lead Rabbit Guy back to where he started, before resetting sounds as you weren't able to play them anymore.

It seems like Rabbit Guy is getting progressively more and more annoyed at being led back, if his attempts to move fast enough to avoid the sounds or block out his ears meant anything. 

His body was responding to the sounds, not him.

It was then that he disappeared, so you check vents, finding him in one that led directly to the room beside your office.

You block it off, much to his annoyance, before yawning and sitting back as any thumps you hear from inside the vents come to a stop. 

You find him standing in the room where he had entered the vent, irritated as he glares at the camera. Preemptively, you reset all, thankfully right as cams and sound go out. 

Sighing, you lazily check through cameras, brows slightly furrowing as you look for him. He was completely gone, not in vents or in rooms. It really is unfortunate how many blind spots and shadowed areas there are.

When you hear the thumping of the vents, you search through them, only finding a stupid knick-knack laying on its side halfway in your sight.

Looking to your side, you peek into the vent, leaning down to see if anything was there. Your gaze meets Rabbit Guy's. 

"Shit." You say, quickly switching cams over to this one and holding down the seal button. 

Your eyes shift back to him, finding him way too close for comfort. As you lift your finger to let the gate close on the vent, the man (who was crouch walking) catches it, forcing it back up. You hear something grind that definitely shouldn't be grinding, and you have a feeling that that vent cover just might be broken.

Getting out of the vent, he stands over you, waiting for some sort of plea or… literally any response at all.

"So, you, uh… come here often?" You ask, leaving him genuinely at a loss. 

"Wh- was that a pickup line?" His rough, baritone voice catches you slightly off-guard. 

You weren't expecting something that was pretty much a zombie to have such a good voice, or a slight british accent for that matter. "Was it? Shit, more people've flirted with me than I thought."

"Really? That's all you can come up with before your death? I'd hate for those to be your final words." He lightly teases, leaning against the wall with a mean grin. 

You look up at the ceiling with a vague smile, his eyes widening momentarily. "To be honest, of any place to die, I'd much rather have it be in a place where I know I'll reach the front pages than in some random alley."

His grin falls into a frown as he watches you turn to him, the smile still on your face. It feels strange.

He feels strange. 

Why does a random night guard make him feel so…

So… comfortable?

You were calm, collected, not making any sudden moves or even attempting to exit the chair. Theoretically, the perfect prey, but not a satisfying kill. 

If he even wants to kill you, that is.

“What’s your name?” He asks, watching as you spin to face him in your chair. You would be taller if you stood, but he would still have a few inches on you.

“Y/N. You?” 

“I’m… William. Or, rather, I was, when I was well and truly human.”

“And now?” You ask.

“I don’t exactly have a name.”

“Can I still call you William, then? Well, if I live long enough to do so?” You ask, eyes moving up to meet his. Looking up at him like that… He wishes the hot feeling in the pit of his stomach would go away.

“...Fine.”

“I mean… are you going to kill me?” You ask, face not shifting as he glares down at you. 

“I won’t kill you on the first night, you need to give me more entertainment.” At least, that’s what he told himself.

“Oh, so we’re both here for the same reason.” You blankly say, his face contorting from a glare to confusion once more.

“You’re here… for entertainment?” He slowly asks, answered by your nod.

“I’m certainly not here for the pay. This place gives like half of minimum wage but I can’t complain about it because the other part is supposed to come from tips. Somehow.”

“How do you even live?” 

“Well, right now I’m on an paid leave due to some unfortunate deaths in my family. To be honest, I never really cared for any of them, but hey. I’ll take any chance for a break I can. Then I got bored.”

He huffs out a laugh. “So you went to another job on your break?”

“Listen, getting a month off leaves a man with little to do when capitalism has left me with no hobbies. Besides, this gives me a great excuse to continue avoiding people.”

His lips curl into an amused grin as he leans forward, lowering his head to be eye level with yours. "Well, you won't be avoiding me." He practically purrs, you averting your eyes at the tone he uses. 

Why would he say it like that?! 

His golden eyes follow you as you close the laptop's screen, enjoying your reaction. You…

He'll keep you around. 

You're entertaining and friendly. Open, and… warm.

He wonders. 

You're human, and fully alive. He's a revived corpse who merged with his vessel. You probably are very warm compared to him.

When he comes back to his senses, he notices you slowly raising out of your seat, hand outstretched towards him. 

Well, might as well take the chance.

He grabs your wrist, looking down at you unimpressed. You quietly huff, falling back into your chair and forcing him to move away from the wall in order to not dislocate your wrist.

Well, his hypothesis is correct. You are very warm. 

He feels the tightening in his gut, not wanting to let go but knowing that he will have to.

You, however, don't actually care either way. You begin your attempt again, this time with your left hand. Slowly raising out of your seat, you actually manage to stand fully up before he notices again, grabbing your other wrist. 

"What are you even trying to do?" He asks, a light sneer on his lips.

"Well... uh, I was trying to… boop your nose? If you're bonded with one of the original suits, then I figured either you or Fredbear would have the sound effect."

He lets out a few short laughs, his sneer replaced with the same amused grin as before.

"I'm afraid neither of us have the sound effect. That only came about with the second and third generations of animatronics."

You hum, interested.

His eyes quickly scan over you, taking in your form. This position, practically holding you hostage… Needless to say, he didn't dislike it.

Still, he releases you as he catches you glancing at what he assumes to be a phone. Things have advanced quite far since he was trapped. 

You turn it on quickly, checking the time. “Well, we have around an hour and a half before my shift ends, so…” Pausing, you check the time again. An hour and a half?

He steps closer, you glancing back up at him before leaning back as he leans forward, looming over you. “Tomorrow, you best make this more fun for me. I’ll greet you, but then I’ll head to the back. Try and stop me from getting in.”

“Uh, sure. Are you still planning on making the punishment for loss, uh, death?”

His eyes narrow in coordination with a widening grin. “That’s for me to know. You either figure it out, or you don’t. It all depends how well you play.” His gruff voice slightly echoes in the mostly empty building, you nodding in response. 

“Oh, cool. Can I tell my brother about you?” You ask suddenly, him quirking a brow as he stares down at you, easily at least half a foot taller than you. He was always tall, but now that he’s in this new form, he grew to be somewhere from 6’6 to 6’8. You sit down once more, exacerbating the height difference.

“Feel free to. Just know that if he ever comes around here, he won’t be alive for very long.”

“I doubt he will. He’s always preferred Foxy the most because he has taste, but-”

“Taste? For liking that liability-strewn fox? You like him as well?”

“To be honest, I never really liked any of them more than the other. I was in my emo phase when I went to see them, so it was practically illegal for me to like anything. But Foxy had sharp teeth and a wicked lookin’ hook, so… I guess I did.”

He hums, clearly slightly annoyed.

“Are you jealous that I liked the fox more than the rabbit that isn’t even the same generation as you?”

“I really should kill you.” His irritated expression shows the truth to your statement.

“It’s okay, I’m willing to call Springbonnie my favorite.”

Now, William was confused. Your tone… you weren’t joking. You were being genuine about something as stupid as this? What is with you?

“You’re very confusing. I think you joke, and then I listen to your tone and you’re genuine. But still, I wouldn’t mind if you did so.”

“It’s not nearly as confusing as how time passes in this place. It’s been like ten minutes since I met you but the clock says like three or four hours have passed.”

“What? Really?” His brows furrow as he steps closer, finding another excuse to close the distance between you both as he leans over the chair, seeing you pointing to the screen. “How strange…”

“Yeah. It doesn���t seem like tomorrow’s hunt will last for six hours, then. Thankfully.” You sigh.

“What, do you not want to feel like my prey for six hours straight?” He grins, leaning over further until his arm rests on your shoulder.

You shiver. “Why do you have to say it like that?”

“Because it makes you react, obviously. It’s entertaining to watch you squirm from something as simple as... the tone of my voice.” Of course, in order to prove his point, he does exactly what he did before, lowering his voice a few pitches and upping the growliness of it.

In covering your eyes, you also cover your cheeks, which have gained a slight flush. “William, I am begging you. Please, please, please, stop talking like that.”

And, naturally progressing, he was left somewhat stunned by the sound of your pleading tone. There’s just something about it, especially as you say his name, that makes him want to…

...makes him want to chase, and capture, and possess forever.

You as his prized prey, and him as the hunter.

“I’ll use it when necessary.” He vaguely answers, watching your head droop.

“I’ll take what I can get.” You concede breathily. 

He chuckles, hearing the chime of a bell, signifying 6 in the morning. "Well, I suppose I'll see you tomorrow, then. Don't keep me waiting."

"Asshole. I won't." You turn your head away from him, hiding the flush on your face, and stand up, stretching. "See ya, William."

He hums, eyes tracing your form as you stretch. It was a nice view, watching the button up shirt crease around your back as you stretch, clearly hinting at the muscle beneath. His eyes did drift lower once or twice, and that's how he figures out that damn, you have a really nice ass!

You begin to walk out, and he follows you with his eyes, watching you turn past the replica Freddy husk and unlock the door, exiting into the fresh morning. His eyelids droop, gaze slipping up as his lips curl into a wide grin.

“Y/N… I won’t kill you. Especially not when I’m presented with such an ample opportunity to make this into something so entertaining.” 

Well…

Is that the only reason?

Of course, he knows it isn’t.

His grin falls, leaving him coldly leering at the aged panels above him before his sight shifts back to the room around him. As he exits the office, he glances at the stained and shaded glass of the door, not allowing much, if any, light in. He turns away, heading back to where he was originally.

As he walks, he lets his form shift, feeling his body grow to his previous monster rabbit self, the creaks of his metal joints loud in the silent building. 

He ignores any shadows that creep in the edges of his vision, the specters traversing without sound. 

“This is going to be… boring.” His voice, far rougher than before, comes out unfeeling and croaky. As he returns to his previous position, slouching over once more, he decides to use his old tactic to pass time; inflicting enough pain on himself to fall unconscious. It doesn’t matter if his dreams are infested with darkness, nor how much he suffers in them. 

It was better than the boredom of sitting in one position with an unchanging environment.

He begins forcing his muscles to flex and strain within the suit and pull against the beams they have welded to, making him grit his teeth before the searing pain fades away, along with his vision.

Goodnight, Y/N.

-

“Yo.” You greet your brother, the man tiredly yawning as he ruffles his hair.

“Heya, Y/N. What’re you up so early for?” 

“Well, I got bored and got a night shift job at this dinky little horror attraction opening up next week. I decided to tell you about what happened there before I head off to sleep.”

“You got bored during a break from your job so you… got another job?”

“Y’know, William said the same thing.” You say, your brother narrowing his eyes at you.

“A coworker?” He asks. 

“Eh, not quite… he is the reason I stayed up to talk to you, though.”

He hums, walking around the couch you were splayed on with your shirt half unbuttoned. 

“So, to begin my tale, you remember Freddy’s? The pizzeria with the animatronics?” You question.

“Yeah?”

“Well the horror place I went to is based off of that; it’s filled with replicas and a few actual things from the pizzerias of the past, but something came in tonight that was… different.”

“Which was?”

“An animatronic. One of the originals, Springbonnie. Granted, the suit was ripped to shit and covered in enough dirt to be green, but it was authentic. It even has the dead body! Well - not so dead body, but still visible.”

“Did you call the cops?” He asks, worried.

“Hell no! I’m not paid enough to give a shit about what could-or-could-not-be a dead body. Either way, he transformed into a human, which was rather odd, but-”

“Just to be clear, this rabbit had a dead body inside and transformed into a human, and you don’t question it?”

“No. Continuing on, he got into my office and then we talked for a bit, I learned that his name is William, time passed really weirdly, and then we struck a deal where I have to keep him out of my office or I'll maybe die.”

“You’re still going back there?! And ‘maybe die?!’”

“Yeah, he said the knowledge about whether or not I die from losing the hunt was ‘for him to know.’ I didn’t question it further.” 

“You know, Y/N, sometimes it feels like I’m the older sibling. You’re fucking stupid.”

“I’m well aware.”

He leans over the couch, glaring down at you. “Then wisen up and quit that damn job.”

“I’m good. William is good company.”

“He threatened to kill you!”

“And? He hasn’t. Yet.”

“You infuriate me, gayboy.” He says, stepping away from the couch.

“Cool. I’ll sleep here for now, when you get back from work I’ll definitely be up.”

“Whatever.” He waves his hand at you, ignoring the middle finger pointing his direction from behind the couch’s back.

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Part 2

also a lot of the stuff i write from now on may be male reader inserts lol

heres my springtrap design

here's the updated design lol