#The amount of suffering he's caused William!

[ask-elland-n-will]

Will has been curious about when The Day would come for months and months without a clear answer. Asking other students was fruitless and the prefect refused to just ask Sebastian. With his Sebastian file burned to a crisp, the prefect cannot let himself fall down the rabbit hole again to keep records about his dorm mate in the open. He should start a Nosy file instead. The sly snake knows approximately when the fated event occurred but since he wasn't sharing a room with Sebastian at the time he couldn't be 100% sure. And then it started happening.

Something seems off at first: Sebastian is clearly planning something. William thinks he sees a large fairy cake in passing but who for? Surely not for Will since the prefect would rightfully question if Sebastian is out of his mind, he never just brings him cake. Which, honestly, more people should consider doing, really, Will is always open for some tea time. But coming from Sebastian, such a gift only means one thing.

"IT'S TODAY!" he whispers to @adallegra excitedly as he lightly shakes her. Well, lightly but for quite some time while he watches Sebastian's back disappear in the direction of the dorm rooms.

Will feels like Christmas but he is not the one getting a present today. He will wait until Sebastian and Nosy have their sweet little moment. Or big, who knows what craziness Nosy would be up to the moment he gets the cake. And then Will show up with his speech! …

Or maybe not? Maybe he should just sit this one out? Oh, perhaps he actually should. It is not about him, after all. He'll just say a few words! That's it. Just a quick "I cannot imagine my prefect duties without you, Nosy." Yes. Something like that. STOP CRYING WILL, STOP IT, TOO EARLY, TOO EARLY!

He is in the middle of wiping away the unwanted tears which always come up when he is getting emotional, and a brush along his robes suddenly leads to the realization: his prefect badge is gone again. Will looks up at Allegra incredulously and points at the empty spot on his vest.

"See what I have to deal with? If only—" he begins complaining but starts hiccuping instead. The niffler's action that usually sends him into a furious blaze instead just makes him cry more. Fine! Damn you, Nosy! JUST THIS ONCE YOU CAN HAVE IT!

*sets a plate with an extra large fairy cake topped with a singular shiny, golden candle in front of Nosy's nest*

Happy Mine Day.

You absolute menace.

Happy Mine Day 💚🧁

Nosy was busy adoring his treasures when a shiny golden light suddenly caught his attention. His sparkly eyes widened, fixating on the gleaming beacon of brilliance. Abandoning his current conquest, a particularly captivating silver badge, Nosy scurried towards the source of the golden glow.

There it was - a sight that made his heart skip a beat! A plate adorned with an extra-large cake! Nosy blinked, his small heart fluttering with excitement. A cake for Nosy? A whole cake? For this humble Niffler? The very thought seemed too good to be true. Well deserved, of course, but still so unexpected.

Nosy's gaze darted back and forth between the sugary, creamy delight and Sebastian. With each passing second, the Niffler's excitement grew, and he couldn't contain himself any longer.

His tail began to wag furiously, and with a bound, he leaped towards his beloved wizard. His tiny claws finding purchase as he scrambled up to Sebastian's face to shower him with affectionate pecks and kisses, his happy honking sounds filling the air.

A few moments after his wet display of affection, Nosy gracefully descended from the Niffler Papa, and with a decisive huff, the little master of flames extinguished the golden candle. Time to dig in!

Diving snout-first into the cake, Nosy savoured the sweet taste of victory with each delectable bite. It was so delicious! And yet, amidst his indulgence, a fleeting thought crossed his mind. Pausing for just a moment, the little Niffler pondered before reaching a conclusion.

With a determined glint in his eyes, Nosy carefully selected a sizable portion of the cake, cradling it in his little paws. With purposeful steps, he waddled over to Sebastian once again, offering him the (in Sebastian's hands rather small) morsel with a honk of generosity while still wagging his tail incessantly.

Nosy would always share everything with Sebastian. That's how it always has been, and that's how it always will be.

With a gentle nuzzle of his head against Sebastian's hand, Nosy looked up at him with eyes that sparkled with gratitude and devotion. The two of them had been together for so long now, a constant companion through thick and thin, partners in crime, friends, and family rolled into one.

Every day with Sebastian was an adventure, filled with laughter, mischief, and love. And as he settled against Sebastian's side, Nosy knew that no matter what the future held, he and Sebastian would face it together, forever bound by their unbreakable bond.

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Art by the amazing @lil-grem-draws The very first Nosy fan art, and I love it so so much! Thank you once again, Lily!! 💚🌸🥹

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

I’m gonna write this down now so I can look like an absolute genius later (or look like a clown, but at least I said it with my full chest!)

❌ Spoilers for the FNAF Movie below! ❌

Ok, I might be huffing hopium here, but in my heart of hearts I STILL think Mike Schmidt is Mike Afton. If (or when) they make a sequel, there’s a way they can reveal this

So the most obvious thing from this movie is when Mike is in “Steve’s” office, and when “Steve” is reading Mike’s name out loud from his résumé, he stops mid-sentence. He looks at Mike for a weird amount of time, almost studying him, before completely changing the subject. There’s no way in hell “Steve” recognizes Mike from when he saw him as a kid when he kidnapped his brother Garrett 10+ ago, no chance. Also why would he go to Nebraska (unclear where the movie takes place, but let’s assume Utah because of the books) to kidnap a random kid and just drive off? Here’s what I think is going on…(also I’m gonna call him William from now on cuz we all know lol)

William fingered out that Mike is his son during that interview. My theory is that at some point, William was married and him and his wife have a son named Mike. And for one reason or another, they got divorced. This is when Mike was too young to really remember which is why he doesn’t recognize William during their meeting. Mike’s mom gains custody of Mike and remarries, she marries Mr. Schmidt. They have a child together, Garrett. Sometime after the divorce, William adopts a child, trying to cope after losing his only son. He adopts Vanessa.

William finds out about his ex-wife having another kid. He wants to cause her pain and suffering for leaving him. He follows the Schmidt’s and takes Garrett during the camping trip. Unable to handle the pain, Mike’s mom takes her own life, leaving Mike and his stepdad. Mr. Schmidt marries a little later to another woman, and she has a daughter named Abby. Sometime after this, both Mr. Schmidt and his new wife die, leaving Mike to care for Abby.

Vanessa owed William so much, he had adopted her while she had suffered in an orphanage for years. She would do anything he told her, even if it meant covering up his crimes. Years later, realizing what she was doing was wrong, she left her father and became a police officer, hoping to stop people like her father as she had failed to stop him.

Here’s another thing. Scott Cawthon knows that the fans are obsessed with the lore of FNAF. I think he knew he could make more movies, this isn’t going to be a one and done deal. Plus, he had his hand on this project every step of the way, he wouldn’t agree to anything that he didn’t want to happen in the story. Mike being William’s some is CRUCIAL to the story of FNAF (at least in the games). I think he’s trying to fake us out, you know how he loves to troll the fans!

Again, this is just a theory (A GAME THEORY lol), but I don’t think the idea of Mike being an Afton is dead just yet. Hoping and praying so I can look incredibly smart if or when the sequel drops 🙏🏻

[kjhbsies]

Waiting Room

Ellie Williams x fem!reader (wc: 1,156)

Synopsis: Ellie Williams married you, but her heart is occupied with someone else.

Warnings: angst??? arranged marriage trope bc i like to suffer. this is my first time to write a story, please don't mind the incorrect grammars.

pt. II pt. III

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You should be celebrating. 

Finally, the girl you’ve wanted ever since you were 16 years old married you. Of all people, you really thought you would never get the chance to be with her. After all, everyone used to say that Ellie and Dina were good together, and that they were each other’s soulmate. You can’t really disagree about that. You can see how both of them loved each other, and even if they broke up, you can feel that they cared for each other deeply.

So… why did she marry you?

Ellie and Dina broke up one year ago after a huge fight between them happened. Up until now, no one knows about it. Rumors say that Dina wanted to settle down, far away in Jackson, to start a new life with her and JJ. But Ellie couldn’t leave this town, especially her family, and Joel. Apparently, this caused them to break up eventually. Shortly after the breakup, Dina and JJ went and lived in a small town in Illinois. For months, Ellie tried to remain strong, seemingly fine and unfazed about the breakup with Dina. She went on to continue her life as if nothing really happened. For months, Ellie went on to continue the routine of drowning herself with alcohol, going home with a lot of girls, and throwing them away like trash. That was her life. And you just watched it from far away and you tried to avoid her like a plague. You liked her, but you don’t want to be her sex toy. 

Until Dina came back.

After a year, Dina and JJ moved in with their old house in Jackson when her older sister, Talia, got sick. Since both of their parents died before, no one is there to take care of her. So she came back, and Ellie’s life became worse. 

Her failure of coping healthily about their breakup started to show up when her mood became the worst. Ellie became a ball of rage, bursting into anger even in the smallest little thing. 

��You should take a vacation somewhere else. Breathe fresh air, enjoy other things, just don’t…” Joel tightly shut his eyes, “...don’t turn into a fucking monster, Ellie.”

Ellie lifted her brows before chuckling sarcastically. “So that’s what you think about me now, huh?”

“Everyone does. They’re scared of you. Do you want JJ to also be afraid when he sees you?” Joel’s voice started rising.

Ellie looked at him pointedly. “Don’t bring him into this.”

Joel sighed. “I know you were still a mess, Ellie-”

“I’m not.”

“-But you can’t keep living like this.” He says, eyes softening at her. “Forget Dina and marry someone else.”

Ellie’s brows turned into a straight line. “Are you insane? The fuck?” She coughed out a ridiculous laugh. 

“You should think about it. Y/N’s family is offering up a fortune if you marry their daughter. You knew her, right? Y/N?”

“Yeah… but-”

“Good. We can arrange a family dinner tonight.”

“Are you for real?” 

“It’ll be great. Her dad and I were pretty close and he always brings up that his daughter may have a little crush on you. Apparently, it’s in her grandmother’s will that she will not inherit the money, or have her farms and businesses if she’s single. She needs to be married in order to have those. Her dad offered that you will share a huge amount of money if you married her. Ellie, she’s a pretty young lady. And both of you need each other.”

“Little crush?” Ellie repeated, her ears perking up at those words. 

“Think about it, kid. You’ll like her, she’s a great girl.”

And yes, you are. 

Ellie thought about it for a week. Sure, she heard some great things with you. You're a prissy prim princess and the daughter of one of the richest families in the town. She’s always seen you hanging around the diner sometimes, wearing your dainty skirts and dresses, with bows clipped in your hair. She’s seen you in different spots of Jackson, immersed in your sketchbook, or oftentimes, you’re painting different portraits and landscapes. Ellie was always fascinated by you, because you and her are… contrasting.

The first time you and your family went into their house for dinner, Ellie couldn’t keep her eyes away from you. You noticed it, and it somehow made you uncomfortable. So, the whole night while your parents and her dad were talking about the future wedding, you were just looking at your plate. Sometimes looking up when one of them says something funny, cracking up a small smile or letting out a silent chuckle. But you couldn’t look at Ellie.

Ellie noticed it. The whole night you weren’t even sparing a glance at her and it made her curious as to why you seem to avoid her. Did you know about her history of girls? Did you see her at the diner, drinking her ass off? Why aren’t you looking at her?

When the dinner was done, Joel and your dad stood up and went to the living room to talk further about the said wedding. Your mom politely excused herself as she went to the bathroom to have a quick touch up. And you and Ellie were alone in the dining room.

The one time you looked up at her, Ellie was mesmerized. But of course, she wouldn’t show it, nor would she accept it. You were pretty. Everyone was right. You are pretty like a precious flower; your eyes were soft and gentle as you stared at her. You are a precious gem. And Ellie is a master of destruction.

She couldn’t touch you. She’s afraid that you’ll break. And maybe you might. 

“I’m sorry.” You said, kindly, as you looked straight in her eyes.

Ellie’s brows rose. “Why? You didn’t do anything.” She said, voice raspy.

Your heart beat doubled. “You didn’t have to agree to this wedding, you know. My dad proposed this crazy scheme to Mr. Joel and I feel like it’s all my fault.” You sighed.

“I will marry you.” Ellie says, determined. “Just… don’t expect that I’ll love you. We have to agree that you won’t fall in love with me, and I’ll assure you that I won’t bother you. You will get your grandmother’s money and land, and I will share your money. Both of us need the same thing and I don’t want you to think that there’s a single hope that I will love you eventually. Is that okay?” She asked.

You should be celebrating. 

Finally, the girl you’ve wanted ever since you were 16 years old married you.

But her heart is with someone else. 

“Okay.” You agreed, while staring at the small picture frame at the corner of the dining room.

It was Ellie and Dina kissing each other.

[lyranova]

Black Clover Characters as Gods:

I was inspired by my lovely mutual @loosesodamarble and her Butler AU! To make these, and I hope you enjoy~!

Fanfic HERE

In the world of Elysia resides the King of Gods Julius, and in the Underworld resides his twin brother Lucius.

The World of Clover is inhabited by mortals, who are ruled by an idiot king named Augustus Kira-Clover.

Alongside the mortals are the mysterious Fae. Beings said to have been created alongside the gods but not much is known about them and even rarely do you see one.

Alongside the Fae and mortals reside the Elves. They aren’t as mysterious as the Fae, and aren’t as elusive as the Gods. They are curious people, but are also skittish.

Each god has their own temple where the people of Clover can worship them, give them offerings, etc;

Once an Offering is made it cannot be taken back. Each God must get their own unique offering.

Gods are not Genies. They only grant wishes that they want to grant, or are within their power to grant. They also cannot grant wishes that include, or pertain to, another God.

Only one temple is consistently vacant, and that is the God of Dooms.

Yami Sukehiro: The God of Doom. Even though he doesn’t like to, he must always create some sort of chaos or doom in order to “keep the balance”. He has the least amount of worshipers, and is always blamed for the terrible and unfortunate things that happen in life, even if he isn’t the one who caused it.

William Vangeance: The God of Hope. He has the most worshipers out of the gods aside from Julius. He tries his best to instill hope in those that visit his temple, or to those that he believes needs it most. Has noticed that he has been getting less and less visitors lately. Meaning that the humans have begun to lose hope.

Fuegoleon Vermillion: The God of Passion. He tends to get mistaken as the god of lust, which means that he hears a variety of different stories before they figure it out, but he doesn’t mind. After all, he may be the wrong god, but he can still help them in a small way. His visitors tend to be those who want more passion, who are struggling with it, or who have too much.

Morgen Faust: The God of Day. He is probably the most positive god out of the group. He provides light to the mortal world and tends to have a lot of visitors. Usually it is people who wish for there to be more daylight or for the sun not to burn so hot that it destroys their crops. But he doesn’t mind as he enjoys seeing the mortals and hearing their stories.

Nacht Faust: The God of Night. He tends to get less visitors than his twin, but doesn’t really mind as he isn’t a fan of people, especially humans. He is the opposite of his twin in nearly every way, and is pretty close to the God of Doom. He is fond of using trickery to mess with humans and gods alike, but knows when he needs to be serious.

Nozel Silva: The God of Regret. He is the most serious of the gods, and doesn’t like it when they slack off on their jobs. He has 3 siblings whom he loves, but also keeps at a distance, especially after their mother, who was also a god, disappeared mysteriously. His visitors tend to be those suffering from some sort of regret or grief, which means the burden he carries is the heaviest, or second heaviest, out of all the gods.

Yuno Grinberryall: The God of the Stars. He is the son of the God of the Sun and Moon, and is still relatively “young” as far as gods go. But despite that he still gets quite a few visitors, mainly young women who seek his affection, but he refuses them all and only asks that they come to the temple for official “business” like the others. His visitors tend to ask when the next meteor shower is, or if the stars are aligned for things, or what the stars say about certain events.

Asta: A Demigod. His mother and younger brother are both mortals, but their father is a god. He has only recently discovered this fact, and has been living with the gods for the last few years in order to obtain “full god status”. He has been entrusted to the god of doom, and while working as a priest in his temple, has picked up a few of his habits.

[mamamittens]

Oh, Sweet Child of Mine (pt. 7)

Platonic Yandere Whitebeard & Reader-Insert

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Featuring: Thatch nearly not being yandere before sliding right into it. And Reader showing that they've got both layers and a fair bit of madness. I kept the implied backstory vague as shit, so feel free to project or assume things, I'm kind of curious what you guys will come up with, ngl.

Warnings: platonic yandere behavior and manipulation. If yandere content or anything of that vein makes you uncomfortable, please do block "oh sweet child of mine" as well as any relevant tags for "one piece yandere". Do not tolerate coercion or this manipulative behavior in real like.

Have fun and stay safe!

Word Count: 2,119

There was something to be said about how vast the ocean was. Sometimes, you’d just… look out at the waves and get lost in the ebb and flow of the tides. It was difficult and chaotic at times, sure, but never not beautiful. On the Grand Line, the weather was notably more erratic than anywhere else. You considered yourself lucky that there had only been a small storm while you’d been on board the Moby Dick so far. And due to the vast size of the vessel, even large storms were unlikely to dump you onto the floor.

It had been almost two months since you’d been taken by Marco. By now, the crew was relatively certain you wouldn’t try and make a run for it on your own so you were mostly allowed to run around at your leisure. Meal times were still strictly enforced, as was bed time funnily enough, but outside of that they seemed to want you to integrate at your own pace. You supposed that even your great reluctance was preferred to swinging an ax at Whitebeard’s head—what the actual fuck Ace?!

You sat on the railing, looking out at the ocean.

You felt… not quite homesick but something close. You missed doing drills with the other ensigns. Running gopher for your commanding officer. You even missed Williams, for all that he was an ass. He was somehow the most tolerable one of the many partners you’d had. You spun the fabric around your wrist, thinking about how hard you worked to better your skills as a marine.

It wasn’t all about fighting after all. Procedure and bureaucratic red tape was a massive part of the job. Unless you had a very high rank, you couldn’t just go wherever you wanted and do whatever. You had to transfer home bases, file paperwork, ensure arrangements for payment were made, and a whole host of other things. And though everyone expected to move around a fair bit, there was a sense of comradery in the marines. You all had to suffer the same dorky uniform and insufferable training.

Everyone was working towards the same thing. More or less. And there was an expectation that you would be doing your best to help others.

But here you were. On a pirate ship seemingly fighting as a one-man-army to not be officially recruited as one of them. To stay a marine. Even if you didn’t feel like one very much these days…

“You look like you’re having a lot of deep thoughts there.” You jerked, head swiveling around to find Twin-Blade clambering up the railing to sit next to you. He left a decent amount of space, thankfully. He settled down and looked at you, grimacing a little with a soft laugh. “Look… I know we got off on the wrong foot—hey! Hear me out now! I just… I just wanted to officially apologize for the tea. Most of the time, new recruits are so wound up they don’t sleep the first night and it’s a rough start for everyone. Considering what I’d heard, I thought you’d need a good nights sleep more than most. I should have asked you though. So… I’m sorry.”

You stared at Twin-Blade for a long moment.

“…Bit more than just a night of sleep.” You commented dryly, causing Twin-Blade to wince.

“Y-Yeah… the tea really shouldn’t have worked that much though. You probably did need the extra hours but that doesn’t make it right.” Twin-Blade apologized again. You gave a soft smile before looking back out at the sea.

“Thanks, Twin-Blade.” You sighed, resolving to not tease him so much from now on.

“Is it me?” You paused, looking back at him as he spoke, his eyes serious. “Have you not joined because of me?”

“No. It’s not because of you. Or at least not all because of you.” You explained stretching until your back popped satisfyingly. “I’m still a marine you know. You can’t be a marine and a pirate. Kinda conflicting job titles there.” You gave him a side glance.

“Why do you still want to be a marine? We’re not exactly like other pirate crews out there. We’re a bit rough around the edges, sure, but we don’t do the whole ‘pillaging’ thing. And we have a lot of power and status. What are you losing by joining?” He asked like he couldn’t imagine a world where his crew wasn’t the best option.

Part of this you excused as all of them being just a little bit batshit crazy. And weird. That too.

“I didn’t ask to be here. I didn’t ask to be rescued or recruited. What other reason do I need?” You pushed back and he pouted.

“But we’d love to have you here with us. We have such a big family that anything you wanted to learn or do would be feasible. You’d never be alone. C’mon, isn’t there anything tempting with us?” He pleaded, unable to wrap his head around your persistent but quiet refusal.

You supposed that for most people, the reasons to not join would be few. Most pirates don’t have a lot of options. Unless you’re clever or strong or lucky it’s a tough way to make a living. Ruthless and cruel at times without even the thin veneer of bureaucracy to hide behind.

A fat raindrop fell onto your nose, breaking you from your thoughts.

You sighed wistfully.

“…I think you forget what it’s like to be small. If you ever knew to begin with.” You watched the sky darken to a soft gray as rain began to fall, your eyes fixed on the dwindling blue horizon. “Nothing to hold onto but a choice—shit as it is—to do something. To one day not be so small after all. All I’ve got are my choices, Twin-Blade. There’s nothing left to go back to. And I know I’m not the only one. Maybe as a marine I could keep someone else from having to make a shit choice too. That’s not something anyone on this ship can give me, though. Might not even be something I can give myself. But what else can I do but try?” You lifted up your legs and turned around, hopping off the railing.

Leaving Twin-Blade behind.

--*--

Thatch thought about your words for several minutes as the rain poured, showing no signs of stopping or getting worse.

He… actually did know what it was like to be small. He didn’t like to think about it often—if at all. But he remembered. It made him desperate. Cling to every bright spot in his life like it would leave him if he looked away. The idea that you felt small even now made his chest ache.

He wanted you here because Marco wanted you here and because Oyaji accepted your presence. That was all he needed really. Hell, Oyaji’s word was all he needed for Ace, and Ace was a feral little bastard man trying to commit murder daily.

Joining Oyaji’s side made him grow in a lot of ways from that small boy he used to be.

Thatch grinned, resolutely setting his shoulders as he hopped off the railing and headed back inside.

You didn’t feel like you had any real choices in your life. Any connections or anchors aside from your ‘shit choice’. So Thatch would just have to show you how free life is on board the Moby Dick.

Thatch slammed open Marco’s office door.

“We need to throw a party!” Marco gave him a dry look as he picked his pen back up to finish paperwork. “We need to show them how to live a little!”

Marco perked up the moment you were mentioned, naturally.

“Did someone say ‘party’?” Ace ducked his head under Thatch’s arm with a wide grin.

“Yes!”

“No, yoi.” Marco grumbled, cutting out the fun Thatch and Ace were starting to have. “You’ve got a mission the day after tomorrow and you can’t go with a hangover.”

Thatch frowned.

“I have a mission?” This was the first he’d heard of it.

“A small supply run for medical. Oyaji’s meds are almost out. The island we stopped at didn’t have any. I’d go but someone needs to bully him into taking what’s left.” Thatch grimaced but didn’t protest any further. “We can throw a party when you get back.”

Thatch grinned, brightening up instantly.

“Yes!”

--*--

You made goofy kissy noises at Stefan as you played with his ears. The dog amicably withstanding your teasing as he laid over your lap on the main deck. Whitebeard watched on with an amused stare as you ignored his existence. The Yonko pirate would, occasionally, try and talk to you or draw you into a conversation, but you’d been dodging him fairly well so far.

“…My child—”

“Sea king starboard!” Your head whipped up as you gently shoved Stefan off your lap. Instantly, looking towards the area that had been called out.

Whitebeard glared at the sea, his weapon at the ready.

“Go below deck—” Your eyes widened as the sea king raised it’s head over the railing. It resembled an eel in form with large black eyes. Baby blue scales with vivid pink frills running down it’s spine.

“Baby! Look at you~!” You cried out, darting to the railing to hold out your hand. “What are you doing all the way out here~?” You cooed, rubbing your hand on the shocked creature’s chin. The scales were hard as a rock but undeniably warm and softer than an adult’s scales.

You heard several very startled calls of your name but ignored them.

The sea king opened it’s mouth just barely, a low buzzing sound emitting from it as it lowered it’s head to look at you. You were smiling so wide it almost hurt, admiring it’s beautiful scales.

“D-Do you know them?!”

You laughed loudly.

“Ahah~! Not at all, but who wouldn’t want to know a precious baby like you~?” you rubbed your nail under the ridge of it’s jaw, the buzzing sound intensifying as you laughed, absolutely delighted. “You’re so pretty, baby! Look at this cute baby blue! And the pink ruffles! Ah! You look fancy~!” you praised it gleefully.

The buzzing warbled in shared delight.

“Aren’t you just the sweetest thing~? But where is your pod, baby? It’s not safe to swim alone like this!” You cried out, standing on the railing to cradle the massive sea king’s chin. The sound it made vibrated your bones, a deep rumbling call.

“Not safe for who?!”

“Holy shit is that more?!”

You leaned your head back to see several more sea kings just barely poking their head out of the water. You waved excitedly with one arm.

“Hiiii~! Are you cuties going to come up too?”

“Please don’t!”

“Oyaji, stop them!”

You pouted, glaring over your shoulder.

“You’re being rude!” The pirate gaped at you.

“I-I’m being rude?! Those are sea kings!”

“Duh? And I want to pet them and give them love, damnit! Stop! Being! Rude!” You enunciated firmly, ignoring Whitebeard as he laughed. You turned to the shy sea kings, “Ignore them! I’d love to see you~!”

The sea king in your arms buzzed again, withdrawing to sink into the water until it was eye level with you. Pretty black eyes blinking slowly as the pink frills fluttered, lights like an aurora going down it’s spine. You gasped in delight as it opened it’s maw wide. Rows and rows of needle like teeth on full display. It was big enough to probably eat Whitebeard whole, but the only thing you could think of was how impressive the baby sea king was.

“Mmmaaooo~! Mmmmmaaaaooo~!” You stared in awe as it closed it’s mouth and brushed it’s nose against your front, buzzing long and low one last time for good measure before sinking beneath the waves for good.

“Mao? What a cute name, ahah~!” You laughed, spinning on your heel with a skip in your step. “Mao’s so cute~! I can’t wait to see him again!”

Whitebeard fell back into his seat with a laugh.

“Gurarararara! I’m glad you had fun, my child! We don’t run into sea king’s often, but I’m sure you’ll see plenty more soon enough.”

“Ack! O-Oyaji! No!”

You huffed.

“Don’t get it twisted, Whitebeard! I’m still not joining just because that’s the closest I’ve ever gotten to a sea king!”

Whitebeard just laughed again as his children despaired the prospect of encountering more sea kings willingly.

You didn’t get the drama. Sea kings were just darling, in your eyes. More darling than any of the pirates on this ship at least!

[cheese1616]

suzuka wrap-up

well i was very late to do this since i forgot lol

Red Bull : well what the hell guys you did it again. props to checo for absolutely killing it in quali and not being ten minutes off his teammate which is what everyone else is doing. absolute 10/10 for max verstappen for winning probably the first of 20 races this season in a row.

Ferrari: kind of exactly where i expected. carlos crushed it, amazing job from him although not as good as his previous result in australia, what do you expect from a man without an appendix and a job- podium every time he’s raced. Bad quali from charles although he very much made it up in the race very well deserved driver of the day great finish from both nothing better to be done really.

Mercedes: guys please come on you can do better than this. george had a terrible quali then came back and did probably some of the best racing on the track and i’m not even glazing it especially with that battle with piastri. hamilton shockingly out qualifying george which was a little bit sad cause i thought george could do a sweep of the season tbh but good race overall i suppose. not amazing finish but come on you’re in like the 5th best car what do you expect.

Mclaren: solid. not much to say. piastri not his best race, suzuka doesn’t seem to be a good track for him so i expected it. norris pretty solid finish amazing qualifying deserves tons of credit for that. couldn’t hang onto third but hey it’s a mclaren not a red bull.

Aston: Fernando i love you so much you are an amazing king who may or may not be the greatest to ever touch the sport i hope the Taylor Swift dating rumours are true because you deserve that much credit. Lance Stroll i think is scum of the earth who is somehow fighting in formula b even though he’s in like the 4/5th best car on track. absolutely unacceptable to lose positions to tsunoda and hulkenberg in that car.

Minardi: idk what Ricciardo has been doing lately but i hope it’s just one realllyyy long april fools prank because what is this. the crash was kinda his fault tbh. very very sad and i hoped he could turn it around since he got a very good quali result. Yuki tsunoda absolutely crushed it and gets my second 10/10 for his home race. overtakes were insane. so so happy to see you thriving and getting points.

Haas: kind of a quiet race. no points for either so not much to say, both drives are 6/10s for me.

Williams: Absolutely terrible. Excited to see if they will even have a car by the end of the season from the progress they are making. Albon out immediately Sargeant not managing anything good. Hope they can turn this around soon because my fantasy team is suffering hard. Although sargeant very good turn around in the dirt have to compliment that.

Steak F1 Team: The amount of times this season i have been CONVINCED of the points possibilities only for them to be taken away by the kindergarten class that is their pit crew is insane. this really should not be tolerated at all. feel very bad for zhou as it was an unfair way to end.

Alpine: I mean there were some parts of the race where the cars didn’t even look like they were moving.

[rou-luxe]

Ikevil OC: Elsie Juniper

The Juniper Tree fairytale is very violent. If you search it up, do so with caution.

I drew this a while ago but I forgot about it 💀

more under the cut

Elsie Juniper. Quiet and deadly. If she snaps, no one is making it out alive.

Birthday: May 14th (Taurus)* Height: 160 cm Affiliation: Theater, Crown (temporary) Curse: The Juniper Tree: Marlinchen *not intended to be recently, that's just a coincidence

"My mother she killed me, My father he ate me, My sister, little Marlinchen, Gathered together all my bones, Tied them in a silken handkerchief, Laid them beneath the juniper-tree, Kywitt, kywitt, what a beautiful bird am I!"

In "The Juniper Tree", Marlinchen's tears assist in bringing her brother back to life. Following the tale, her tears provide physical comfort to someone for a set amount of time, but like numbing rather than anesthesia. She tends to use it more on people suffering a fatal wound, to let them pass in peace. Elsie is rather sensitive and prone to crying... in conjunction with her ability, her ability tends to be rather inconvenient for herself...

She hates the stench of blood and flesh. However, her ability does come in handy when helping out Roger (he tends to accidentally cause more damage to the person when this happens because he doesn't know when he's going too far) Roger sometimes uses the tears as numbing.  Then the members have to drag her away from Roger lest he get turned-

She works as a costume designer for the theater where Liam works at. Occasionally she writes her own plays. Sometimes she'll go to the bar and write with quill and pen for hours on end...

Relationships (read: delusion / headcanons)

oh lovely sylvatica... yk how Alfons loves watching Liam at plays? Elsie likes to watch front row seat to see all her hard work and Liam usually has them sitting next to each other* Elsie can't take much more flirting. Save her. Please. + their relationship is a complicated one. might write sometime.

Ah, yes. Coworkers and great friends. Elsie loves designing new outfits for Liam ❤️ He's really good at comforting her and Elsie repays him any way she can. Always the small things. She probably loves messing with his hair.

Elsie is painfully honest. Harrison teases her a lot about how obvious it is whenever she lies. He doesn't even need to use his ability. They both love sweets, though, and Harrison loves treating Elsie to the bakery. (BIG BROTHER FIGURE SPOTTED!!)

William and her are on okay terms. Elsie respects him a lot. wtf what else do I say (<- just finished William route but is still confused)

Elsie feels really comfortable around Elbert. They can have silent moments in peace, and she likes taking care of him, whether it's making sure his hair is brushed or making him tea. He is ADORABLE.

Victor has too much energy for her, but she sometimes helps him take care of Crown. She loves messing with Victor's hair also...

Other than to study her ability, Elsie and Roger don't interact often...

She's constantly under the impression that Jude is really scary. She once bumped into him and wouldn't stop apologizing

*I CAN SEE LIAM BEING A MATCHMAKER SO BADDD THIS HEADCANON LIVES IN MY BRAIN I NEED TO SEE MORE LIAM AND ALFONS RELATIONSHIP PLEASE CYBIRD

In the Victorian era, if a woman was single, it was commonplace for a woman to be escorted by an older male servant (like a butler) or an older family member. If she was NOT single, the woman would typically be escorted by her lover. Alfons takes advantage of this fact

Of course, Liam wants Elsie to be safe, so he asks Alfons to sit next to her. Alfons is already there, anyway. He can trust his coworker enough in case anything goes wrong... right? 😇

(she has her own backstory with explanations of certain likes / dislikes, but I'm not revealing it. maybe in a separate post. I don't want to traumatize anyone just looking at this)

watch me forget she exists

"...What do you want from me?"

[liquid-geodes]

I'm just thinking about how much he physically is suffering, like all the fucking time, I'm pretty sure it's mentioned in a book or hinted at it that he still felt things while springlocked. Like holy shit you survived springlock failure once, was probably in a body cast for months upon months causing weight loss and him not taking care of his teeth, or hair, and not getting decent sleep being in constant pain.

Then he goes through it but permanently.

Permanently.

And he feels those springlocks in his body all the time 24/7 every time he moves, blinks, opens his mouth, or moves a finger.

That's horrible.

Then you get burnt alive multiple times.

No wonder you're out of your mind and have completely fucking lost it.

Not to mention the remnant desperately trying to heal around the twisted and heat-warped metal all the time!!

Every single day his body is trying to mend itself, but every single move he makes completely undoes that progress!!

And I think that if William enjoyed ANY incarnation of himself, it would have been Glitchtrap. His movements weren't hindered anymore, he no longer felt the pain of his physical body, he was free. And I think it shows in the excited movements and carefree dancing we see from Glitchtrap. I don't think it was just an act tbh, why would he NEED to keep up the act once he already had Vanessa right where he wanted her?

He didn't.

He didn't need to keep it up anymore. That dance in the end was for him. Not because it was an act he needed to keep up anymore, but because it was something he could do.

And yes it's frustrating to see so little of him in Security Breach, but it makes sense. His body is trying to come back from the WORST injury yet, he's trying to regrow his ENTIRE BODY, and it probably hurts! It's a process his own remnant can't do on its own, so much so that he needs MORE remnant than he had available. He just can't do it on his own anymore, so of course he's not doing much of anything, he wasn't ready to do anything yet. But of course, once his life was threatened, he reacted exactly as expected. I think all that pain, all that agony keeps him going, because it's the only thing he can still feel anymore. It reminds him that he's still alive.

William is far from done with his life. Giving up is the easy option here, but he has something in mind. He has a goal so meaningful to him that all this pain is worth it. It all cycles back to that devotion I keep talking about. William Afton is the most devoted man you'll ever meet, and that can be a good thing... until his obsession shifts towards revenge.

And I also think a lot of his newfound unhinged behavior is directly because of UCN. Trapping a man like William in a world where failure is the ONLY option does horrible things to his mind. Reliving the same failure over and over again, putting him in a position where he is powerless to the outcome... It's just going to reinforce his need to be in control. It's going to make him want to prove that he is the one in control of everything, no matter the cost, no matter how long it takes.

He's had to have learned an incredible amount of patience after thirty years of sitting in rot and decay...

[furaflictedhost]

Afton Family Stupidity

~Nightmares~

That stupid rabbit always made it 100 times harder than It needed to be.

Evan creeped down the hallway towards his parents bedroom. 

Plushie Bon stared him down with every step he made. He could’ve sworn when he wasn’t looking at it it moved, but all things considered, Spring Bonnie was his favorite. The bunny never gave him any frights at night, unlike the other characters, twisted and gnarled to become nightmarish apparitions by his young imagination.

A foot from the door. Slowly reaching for the handle, Evan was tense as a bowstring, ready to leap away at a moment's notice. His fingers brushed the handle, and he felt hope begin to build. 

Then Plushie fell over.

Evan leaped away, tumbling to the floor with a loud squeak. The rabbit made no move, but Evan was fear stricken. He swung his flashlight at the toy and sent it into the wall with a soft poof, and bolted past it into his parents room, slamming the door behind him. 

His parents room was dark, illuminated dimly by his weak flashlight. The circle of light illuminated his path over to his father’s side of the bed. Best not to wake momma this late.

Tiptoeing over to the left side of the bed, Evan clutched his flashlight like a security blanket. His parents' bed was tall, and he had to climb the side to reach his father. Once on top of the bed, Evan searched the sea of blankets for signs of life. 

Under a mound of pillows and fabric, He spotted his father’s hand poking out. Without a second thought, Evan lunged forward, and grabbed hold. Not a moment later, a bleary-eyed William unburied his head from the blankets and squinted at his son. Rubbing at his eyes with his free hand, William yawned and then addressed the child.

“Evan? Whats- ”

Without any warning, William suddenly had a bundle of child pressed firmly against his chest, quivering like a leaf. 

“Oh, dear.” 

He wrapped his arms around his youngest, soothingly rubbing his back.

“What’s wrong, little one?”

Sobbing quietly against his father’s chest, Evan simply pointed towards the door. William brushed his hand through his hair, and looked towards where he’d been directed, not understanding his son’s adamant motion.

“I don’t understand…Do you want to show me?”

Evan shook his head adamantly. 

“N-no! They’re still out there!”

Then William understood. Sometimes he wanted to curse his eldest for those pranks. Gently picking up Evan and holding him to his chest, William swung his legs off the edge of the bed. The small boy clung to him like a koala. 

“Do you want to talk to me about it?”

He knew what Evan was going to say. Nightmarish versions of the characters he loved so much, trying to get him. He hated that his creations caused his children so much distress, all because their eldest sibling decided to be cruel.  

“It’s Bonnie and Freddy and all of them. But they’re not nice. They’re mean and scary and they’re trying to get me.”

A long suffering sigh left him. 

“Right.” He ran his hand through Evan’s hair. “Cub, you know they would never do anything to hurt you, right? Freddy and Bonnie and the rest are nice.”

Evan looked up at him, eyes watery, and bottom lip quivering. William motioned over to the Spring Bonnie costume sitting in pieces on his desk. 

“Look at Spring Bonnie. He’s friendly.”

Putting his head against his father’s chest, Evan clutched his flashlight.

“But Spring Bonnie’s always friendly because he’s papa.”

Chuckling softly, William stood up.

“That’s right. And Papa built the others, so they should be just as friendly.”

Evan was having none of it. He knew they were out there, and they were trying to get him. No amount of consoling was going to change his mind. Placing his head firmly against his father’s shoulder, Evan just sobbed.

He heard his father sigh, feeling the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. It was comforting, reassuring to know he wasn’t the only living thing awake right now. The feeling of something fuzzy being pressed against his head brought his attention back to his father. 

William was holding a Spring Bonnie plushie, the same one that he usually slept with. It was worn from several years of being held, some of its fur was matted and it clearly had been repaired lovingly whenever wear would break open the seams. Its purple vest was faded, and the ribbon of the same color had been re-tied too many times to count.

“Here. How about you take Springs with you. He’ll protect you.”

Taking the old plushie in his small hands, Evan held him close. It was still warm from being held by his father not a few minutes ago.

“But don’t you need him to sleep?”

William shook his head, brushing Evan’s hair away from his face.

“I think you need him more than I do right now.”

He stood, and carried Evan over to the door. Before he opened it, he looked down at his son, still shaking in fear. 

“Are you already?”

Only after Evan nodded did he press forward, carrying his youngest child back to his room. No nightmares would dare come for him, not while he was with his father. Then they were back in his room, and William set him down on his bed, and began to tuck him in. 

Pressing a kiss to his forehead, William told him goodnight, and headed for the door. He listened, holding onto the receding sounds of his father’s footsteps, and clinging to the stuffed animal rabbit like a shield. Alone with the monsters once again.

He could feel exhaustion creeping into his mind, and he fought to no avail. He could feel the darkness of sleep clouding his senses, and in a moment, he was sitting up in bed again. The footsteps of the nightmares, growing ever closer. 

Poised to spring into action, to close the doors, grab his flashlight, he spotted a figure sitting on the end of his bed. Fear surged through him, and he snatched the flashlight off his side table.

A familiar gold fur shimmered in the flashlight beam, and the yellow rabbit looked over its shoulder at him. Its silver eyes were gentle, and unwarped by the nightmarish thoughts that tainted the others. They made no move to get closer, only looking at him with curious interest.

He watched the rabbit’s every move, but fear became confusion as they stood from the end of his bed, and held closed the closet doors. Springs kept Foxy at bay, and then stepped over to the door, closing it to prevent Bonnie from entering. 

Spring Bonnie moved in familiar patterns, protecting Evan in much the same way he had defended himself so many times before.  He stood guard while Evan watched, sitting on his bed, nestled under the covers. 

There was no need to get out of bed, so he just watched, and rested. When he awoke in the morning, he felt more rested than he had in the last few months. Tucking Spring Bonnie under his arm, he headed downstairs, leaving his Fredbear plush on the bed.

He crossed the hall towards his father’s office, avoiding Michael. Gingerly, he pushed open the mahogany door, and stepped into the space. It was painfully orderly as usual, but he didn't mind. Slipping around the corner of the mountainous desk, Evan stood next to his father to avoid startling him. 

Without looking up from his paperwork, William reached over and patted his head. 

“Good morning, little one. How did you sleep?”

“Can I hold onto Springs for a while?”

Setting down his pen, he turned to face his son with that knowing smile on his face.

“You hold on to him for as long as you’d like.”

[crumbleclub]

I've been putting some thought into what various Aftons might be like when seriously panicked, and this is what I've got so far.

Evan:

We have the most canon information for Evan in this area

Fear makes Evan cry. In a panic, he'll cry, have difficulty breathing, pretty standard stuff.

It's not uncommon for him to lose coordination and kind of just fall over

Panics easily, but maintains awareness well enough even at his lowest points

Almost always a freeze response, even though he wants to run. Becomes as small and unnoticeable as possible, aside from occasionally trying to seek outside help. (Nobody ever helps.)

Cries nearly silently.

Shakes like a leaf when he's afraid.

Responds the best to comfort out of any of them. Literally just acknowledge that he's suffering and don't torment him further and you'll make it like 10% less bad

Give him something comforting

Elizabeth

Rarely panics. Getting her to panic would require something to be both extremely distressing and surprising, and not many surprises escape her intellect

That being said, enough stressors piled up will result in a sort of burst of frustration that's identical to what a panic attack would look like for her anyway

Fight response. So much fight response.

Throwing things, breaking things. She tends to end up destroying things she really loves, and it often makes her cry afterward.

If anyone else is present, it's yelling, starting arguements about literally anything, insulting anyone within her sight, etc etc.

It's best to give her space and a safe place to calm down without breaking anything she really cares about. She'd benefit from being given the idea of punching something soft or screaming into a pillow or something like that. Put her into martial arts also maybe?

Calms down quickly when left alone, but it makes things worse if anyone tries to engage.

She would benefit from talking about it after she's already calmed down, because at that point she's tired and sad and could use the comfort

Michael

Michael generally doesn't panic during stressful events. He panics after they've ended.

During actual stressors, Mike will either be eerily calm and rational or dissociated to the point of it being obvious to anyone around him. This is directly related to how much focus is needed to survive a scenario; his brain will protect him in the face of danger by keeping him aware, but he's more likely to have to pay for it later during the inevitable panic

He tends to panic about something small and unrelated shortly after something major happens

And Michael's panic attacks are scary.

There are less severe instances ofc but when they get really bad

It's the kind of presentation that would get emergency services called if it happened in public.

It's the ugly kind of panic attack that makes onlookers think you're actually posessed. That strangled, scream-talking that's difficult to understand, sobbing, choking when he tries to breathe, red in the face, falling on the ground– it's really, really bad. It's a huge scene every time

He's got a fight response turned inward, and he's very likely to be a harm to himself in an actual panic

Because of this, he goes out of his way to avoid any possible chance of this happening in front of anybody. He will legitimately hole up in his room for weeks if he's worried something is going to set him off

Or he'll try to trigger one on purpose so he can control the circumstances and maybe lessen the severity

The really bad ones generally don't even happen that often but they really do fuck with him

Best response for Michael: stay with him and don't act like he's the spawn of satan

The drinking water trick works to steady his breathing somewhat

His attacks generally last <10 minutes anyway just bc of the sheer amount of energy consumed, so they basically just need to be waited out

Bonus round:

William

I cannot think of a circumstance that would cause William to have an actual panic attack

That being said, he's a flight response when he's actually frightened. If he thinks his life is in danger, he'll get shaky and sweaty, and he'll run

He always tries to put on the facade of having some kind of power, but it's not always that convincing. Faced with a life or death situation, he's one of those types who would stumble backwards and fall to the ground rather than find some way to fight back

In order to be conniving, he needs the upper hand. If you want to defeat William, scare him.

[lucy-the-demon]

Spoiler alert for the fnaf movie

Im gonna rant for a minute

Are people really victim shaming Vanessa and simping for an actual child murderer?!

Vanessa tried to stop William afton from killing a little girl and her brother, and he stabbed her in the stomach!

William afton killed multiple children including Mike's brother when he was young, and attempted to kill Mike and his little sister!

You guys need to get off tiktok! I'm pretty sure those serial killer edits have rotted your brains in the most horrific ways possible for you to shame vanessa for actually trying to help and possibly dying for it!

She's the victim! Not William, he made multiple people into his victims, including mostly children!

He got what he deserved, to get himself stabbed multiple times in his innards feeling exactly what he did to his daughter but much more times possibly worse if he's still alive somehow, just to live eternity suffering and rotting alive for what he did to those children and his own daughter, what he attempted to do to more innocent lives.

Don't know what movie afton's motives were (I know what the afton motive was in the games was but not in the movie, the movie is kinda different then the games in my opinion..i don't think Vanessa in the game is afton's daughter, but i doubt security breach is cannon to the lore to the fans i assume) whatever it is, no motive justifies murder especially towards the amount that he's caused to multiple lives of innocent children who didn't know any better.

Vanessa is the victim, if you are a victim shaming Vanessa your disgusting, seek therapy because you clearly need it it if you think a murderer is in the right to stab his own daughter, possibly killing her for trying to save innocent lives her father was trying to take.

-

Rant aside I really loved this movie, I'm not even a fan of fnaf but i loved this movie. I'm excited for the sequels I'll watch the movies, but i can't play the games it's too much for me.. I don't like jumpscares unless I expect the exact moment and second when it happens.

It's easy to digest for me i guess despite the lore dumping y'know I already knew the lore a bit before watching the movie. I mean knowing the basic lore before watching a movie about anything based on an existing thing (ex. mlp gen gen 4 & 5 movie, sonic the hedgehog, mario? Marios a bit of a stretch but if you know Mario lives in Brooklyn it'll make more sense where he's at..i would recommend the smbss its bad but its hilarious if your not taking it seriously i got off topic, sorry it happens)

But loved the movie, would watch again, in fact it's been playing for days on my DVD player, I can't stop it it plays without me knowing i don't even press play it starts playing then the Next thing I know I'm in the middle of the movie again..

The scariest thing in that movie was matpat showing up, that was the biggest jumpscare.. we need Markiplier to show up next time, please hire him movie directors id start dying in the theater if he just randomly showed up and said something as a cameo. Id literally die.

[eoinmcgonigal]

@dumpster-fire11011915 giving me the wonderful gift of an excuse to ramble about something, thank you so much

I must preface this by saying that some of the stuff I read a while ago, and I can't remember names of the papers' authors so... if you want that lemme know and I'll dig it out... at some point. I'm just repeating stuff so don't take my word as gospel please!

But basically it's like... it would be nice if there was one neat, easy to find reason for all those men dying, but there isn't. No smoking gun type thing (and there rarely is in history, it's a web/weave of factors and such, and sometimes we just will never know for sure)

ANYWAY. The lead poisoning is a pretty common theory, it was quite popular a while ago but has since been... well disproven as the main cause, but it would have been a factor in the deaths of some men. Lead levels don't seem to be higher than in others people of the same time. Other expeditions around the same time and for the same length didn't fare as badly. Compared to today, there was a lot more lead around, and in building up in people's bodies. Also, different people react differently to the same amounts of lead, so while it probably caused symptoms in some of the men, it might not have been the main factor for others, maybe not even more than a minor factor. As for the source of lead, I think they concluded that the tins weren't a very likely source? The water system would have added lead content. 19th century England had a lot of sources of lead. But also, I haven't retained this info very well.

A thing to note is that, when starving, the body begins to break down tissue it wouldn't normally break down. The high levels of lead found in a crewman's fingernails can be explained by the fact he was badly underweight as his disease accelerated towards his death, and lead was being released from his body into his body as it broke down. I need to find this paper/bit again because I'm not repeating that with much confidence... But the lead levels could be explained a few ways.

The tins, often pointed at for the lead issue, more likely added another problem: botulism. Food poisoning would do absolutely no favours to the crew, especially as many of them would have been carrying diseases already. Things like typhus were a problem in the Royal Navy at the time. There is an account that one author took from Inuit testemony and suggested could be referring to a hospital, set up away from the ship. The same author also suggests that some of the items found on King William Island could be explained by the men leaving the ship as a result of infectious disease, and all of them bathing and changing their clothes before walking south. While I'm not sure how much I guy into it, the suggestion is worth bearing in mind, because we KNOW there were diseases preying on the crew.

The three men who died at Beechey have been autopsied, so we know (and I forget lol don't mind me) what they died of. Tuberculosis was definitely one of the causes, and it's one I sort of stick with because TB was rife at the time. It was caught by breathing in infected particles from a sick person and it could lie dormant in the body for someone's entire life without killing them. The immune system of a health person was often enough to keep TB in check. However, many people in the 19th century were not healthy. You can imagine that it wouldn't take long for every sailor on a ship to at least have TB in their system, even if they didn't become symptomatic.

But, with nutritional issues weakening the body, things like TB would leap at the chance to ravage the body. I would guess that a lot of men were sick with it. There is another paper (the one I read most recently) that uses Inuit testemony again to explore the idea that it was TB the men were suffering with - the reference to mouths being black was the focal point for that. There are things like tobaccoo and poor oral hygiene that could account for blackening, as well as something you may have noticed I haven't mentioned yet: scurvy (more on that in a minute).

TB, as we think about it, is the coughing up blood disease. It can attack other parts of the body, and miliary TB could account for some of the symptoms the Inuit noticed in the surviving men. But, then again, a fair few things could. I'm not a medical person so all of this is just me repeating details I've gathered by being completely normal about dead people.

Anyway, scurvy. The scourge of all voyagers and adventurers left for too long without access to sources of vitamin C. Bleeding gums, teeth falling out, wounds un-healing, bruising, weakness, sudden death. If you've seen The Terror, you know. Deny a human their Vit C, and shit starts to go quite horribly wrong. Undoubtably, this was a contributing factor in the mens' deaths. But also, other vitamins and minerals would have been deficient in their diet. I'm not a medical person, so I don't know specifically what an absence of each vitamin does to the body, but it's not good. The deteriorating quality of food, the deterioration in the mens' contidioning, etc... They're going to get sick. And, remember, food poisoning. Something we think of as quite simple these days, like diahorrea, is a killer.

Remember those dieases the men would likely have come onboard with, and spread to crewmates? Guess what also sucked at the time: Healthcare. Never mind diminishing supplies, often the treatment administered was to bleed the patient, and give them an emeic. It's something that wouldn't be done these days, but was a part of medical care back then.

We've also not touched on the environmental things, like exposure. A disproportionately high number of officers seem to have died between the two Victory Point Note 'entries', and a suggestion for this is quite simply that officers put themselves at risk more often than the crew. They led the men, and were the ones who did the scientific experiments - it was a scientific research expedition, after all. But the numbers of men dying (at Beechey, and then up until the ships were abandoned) wasn't typical for the time. A lot of factors seemed to come together very unfavourably.

As for the mental state, and compromised decision making... We all know you only have to be a bit sleep deprived, somewhat stressed, run down with a cold, and things get so much harder. What might look like an irrational decision to us now might have made more sense in context, but there were illnesses and nutritional deficiencies which would really mess with cognitive function (a thing I've not retained as much detail about, which is ironic!).

So, so far we have: diseases endemic at the time (TB, typhus, etc), illness (food poisoning, dysentry, etc), nutritional deficiencies that would lead to disease (vit c/scurvy, etc), environmental injury and expose (hypothermia, accidents), starvation that would have weakened the body's ability to fight off/recover from the aforementioned factors, and environmental toxins (i.e. lead).

I haven't mentioned venereal disease (VD) yet, I wish I could do more than just a paragraph on it, but it gets a mention too, because we know at least one of the sailors had syphillis. VD was fairly common, so a number of the crew would have had it, and sypilis is one that progresses quite horribly (not that any of them are fun). Tertiary syphilis does not fuck around. Even if those who had VD weren't experiencing severe symptoms, treatment for the diseases was unpleasant. And how long would medicine supplies have lasted??

SO yeah, that's... some of the stuff gathered together in my brain about the health/illnesses of the FLE crew. There isn't one thing we can point to as the culprit, although some sweeping statements can be made (e.g. poor nutrition would have contributed to their deteriorating health). I think if looking a this topic (like with every other one) it's important to hold all the details in mind and consider how they fit together. There's also stuff I haven't looked much at (clothing, victualling, etc), and this is all just cobbled together from reading academic articles. As I said, I can list the ones I've read, they're somewhere...

...After a brief scroll up, if you read all that and paid attention/enjoyed it, I love you XD

[pennstateuniversitypress]

A Black Philadelphia Reader: An exerpt

The common date given for the settlement of Philadelphia is 1682, when William Penn established a Quaker colony, providing it with a name that means “one who loves his brother.” Penn intended an idyllic “greene country towne,” one that was well ordered, with large open spaces within its twelve hundred acres. It “was the first major American town to be planned.” Penn envisioned his “towne” as a place of freedom, particularly in terms of religion. As with a certain amount of history, much of this is myth. The land, of course, had been settled by the Lenape Indians long before the Europeans arrived. Additionally, Penn’s “greene country towne” soon became a highly congested city, plagued by disease, crime, and fires. Its vaunted freedom was largely limited to White Protestants, and its “brotherly love” certainly did not extend to most immigrants, to non-Christians, or, in particular, to its Black residents.

Blacks have been at the center of Philadelphia’s history since before it was even known by that name. More than two thousand Blacks lived in the area once called New Sweden between 1638 and 1655. The fledgling colony encompassed parts of western Delaware and parts of Pennsylvania that now include Philadelphia. One of the most famous of these settlers was Antoni Swart (Black Anthony), a West Indian who arrived in the colony in 1639 aboard a Swedish vessel. Though initially enslaved, records indicate he eventually became free and was employed by Governor Johan Printz.

The history of Black Philadelphians has been one fraught with both great promise and shattered dreams from its beginnings until today. Philadelphia was, as historian Gary Nash observes, “created in an atmosphere of growing Negrophobia”; still, despite ongoing racial prejudice, “it continues to this day to be one of the vital urban locations of black Americans.” It is this paradoxical condition that is the most characteristic dynamic of the city’s relationship with its Black citizens. One facet of this relationship has been constant: whether African Americans have thrived here or suffered egregious oppression, they have never remained silent, never letting anyone else define their situation for them. They have always voiced their own opinions about their condition in their city through fiction, poetry, plays, essays, diaries, letters, or memoirs. The city has been blessed with a number of significant authors, ranging, among others, from Richard Allen to W. E. B. Du Bois to Jessie Fauset to Sonia Sanchez to John Edgar Wideman to Lorene Cary. In addition, there have been numerous lesser known but also forceful figures as well, including the enslaved people Alice and Cato, who were only known by those names. Whether they were native sons and daughters or spent significant time in the city or were there only long enough to experience the city in an impactful moment, Philadelphia has touched them all deeply. This anthology is a documentation of and a tribute to their collective voice. The focus here is not just on writers with a Philadelphia connection but on the authors’ views on the city itself. The hope is to provide a wide variety of Black perspectives on the city.

There is something special about what leading African American intellectual W. E. B. Du Bois once labeled “the Philadelphia Negro.” One reason for this uniqueness is the city’s relationship to its Black inhabitants, in part caused by their intertwined, virtually symbiotic, history. No other major Northern city in the country has had such a long connection with African Americans, one forged in the seventeenth century, and Blacks have never stopped coming. They first settled largely in what are now called the Old City and Center City, where some Blacks still live. They have since scattered throughout the city, sometimes by choice but often by necessity and force, today mostly residing in Northern and Western Philadelphia. Migration patterns have changed over the years, as in other cities, but the Black population in the city has rarely declined and has often increased in number. Philadelphia was, as of 2020, the sixth-largest metropolis in the nation, and Blacks make up more than 40 percent of the population there, more than the percentage of any of the other top ten cities in the country.

Philadelphia has a vibrant and culturally rich history, offering enormous promise to its inhabitants since its beginnings. It was founded with the premise of religious freedom and steeped in the radical independence movement that created this country. The city was settled by Quakers, perhaps the religious group that, in popular opinion if not always in fact, has most vociferously been associated with opposition to slavery. The “peculiar institution” was, in fact, almost nonexistent there by the early years of the nineteenth century. Philadelphia was the center of the Underground Railroad, with such legendary conductors as William Still. As the closest major city situated above the Mason-Dixon line, symbolically separating the North from the South, many fugitives from enslavement passed through Philadelphia. Some moved on, but a large number stayed, as the city seemed like the promised land for many African Americans. This is the powerful narrative of the city’s history that still holds true for numerous people today when they think of Philadelphia.

There is also something unique about the Black experience in this city. Blacks have had a nominal freedom throughout most of their existence in Philadelphia, yet when we look under the surface, Philadelphia’s treatment of African Americans has hardly been benign. The city has held out promises, but unfortunately many of these promises were not kept. Philadelphia may be situated in the North, but as Sonia Sanchez so eloquently writes in her poem “elegy (For MOVE and Philadelphia),” in many ways “philadelphia / [is] a disguised southern city.” There were Quakers, many of whom were abolitionists and worked for the Underground Railroad, but there were many others of the faith who were slaveholders, including the colony’s founder, William Penn. And even if the city was replete with abolitionists, it did not ensure that they viewed African Americans as equals. Blacks were, in fact, disfranchised from the vote in 1838, never to regain it until the ratification of the Fifteenth Amendment in 1870. Although the city was the center of the antislavery movement, not all of its White residents opposed slavery, and even if they did, the Fugitive Slave Acts of 1793 and 1850 hampered efforts to keep Blacks out of bondage. Before and after the Civil War, as demonstrated throughout this text, the city experienced a series of violent racial conflicts and has continue to practice an ugly pattern of segregation in housing, transportation, education, and employment, severely limiting the prospects of improvement for its Black citizens. There is a long history of racial injustice practiced by Philadelphia’s police as well as Black residents being ignored, at best, by the city government.

A Black Philadelphia Reader: African American Writings About the City of Brotherly Love is available for pre-order from Penn State University Press. Learn more and order the book here: https://www.psupress.org/books/titles/978-0-271-09731-2.html. Take 30% off with discount code NR24.

[radiance1]

Just a random thought I had, won't even be canon, probably could be picked apart extremely easily and has probably been thought of before, but I have this kinda small theory.

What if William's hell isn't actually Hell?

Now, I'm no major nerd about the Lore, I only really know the surface level, but here me out at least.

It'll probably get pretty wishy washy with the details, but when have this not in this fandom tbh?

Okay so, what if UCN isn't an actual physical place, but just a dream?

Taking something from The Man in Room 1280, where The Man is being kept alive by Andrew, dead spirit kid wearing an alligator mask.

This min-theory will also have to involve the Golden Duo, which it obviously has to include Cassidy, C.C's involvement will be both a minor yet key role I believe in this.

So, we know Cassidy.

Vengeful kid with a MASSIVE (which is still an understatement) bone to pick with one William Afton for murdering her. In a case, we can believe she died in a particularly gruesome way, far more than the other kids, which is why she's so angry.

Either that, or she's just an extremely petty little ankle biter who can hold a massive grudge for a long time.

Carrying on.

So, we know she has already killed him once, via the springlock suit, and then every other kid done went and passed on. But Cassidy, probably, wasn't satisfied with William's punishment being just death by her, Charlie, and the missing children's hands.

So she stays around, probably assuming that William Afton is still alive, and that's enough to deny her rest.

So, cut forward a while later, and we have another brat that was killed by William Afton, cause we know he killed a lotta brats. This one, is Andrew, who hasn't been able to rest because he doesn't have the knowledge that his killer isn't, well, you know, fucking dead.

Probably also was unable to get his revenge because he was never able to find the fucker.

So, Cassidy tells Andrew that William Afton is still alive and Andrew? Well, how would he be able to tell if she's lying or not? Hell, Cassidy doesn't know for sure if William is alive, but if she acts like she does, shares that she too, was murdered by William and seeking her revenge, and has a noticeable amount of anger behind it.

Who can say what she says isn't true?

So, they strike a deal. Find William Afton, make him suffer for all he's done to them and the other children he's murdered.

I would believe that they would further convince themselves that they aren't doing this just for themselves, but for the other children who was unable to seek their own justice for being murdered.

So, let us assume that Cassidy and Andrew both arrive at the location in FNAF 3, finding the burnt corpse of one William Afton. They then do some fuckery with Agony and the place burning down to create some kind of body that they place him into or whatever.

Said body, made mostly of Agony, is highly unstable and could be easily taken out.

Which is where Andrew would come in.

He keeps William Afton perfectly fine and dandy in the physical world while Cassidy crafts the perfect hell for William Afton. It takes some trial and error, which she gets better and better at crafting it which would cause it to get harder and harder as time goes on.

But, alas, she hit a wall.

She doesn't have enough power to do what she wants, and her ideas are running out.

So she goes to the afterlife.

Not to rest, no, to ponder on how the hell she can make William Afton's dream hell even worse. Leaving Andrew to take control of William's torment, which he gladly takes too.

There, she meets Old Man Consequences, who obviously tells her that she needs to rest and to let go of her hatred because she's dragging this out for longer than it should've been and he already had his punishment yada yada.

Cassidy then laves to wander and ponder.

There, she meets a familiar face.

C.C.

There it was, the perfect piece of the puzzle!

C.C's agony was, and she means it, stronger than her own. His sadness, fear, and well, despair proved to make a far more potent source of Agony than her own fueled by anger and vengeance.

So, she manages to convince him to come back to the living world with her, she needs him, needs his power and she would like to have one of her few friends back and standing at her side.

How could C.C say no, after just a little more convincing?

However, C.C's own recognition of his power and how to use it is, well, certainly far lacking than Cassidy's own. But C.C didn't need to do anything, she just needed permission to tap into his power, and she'll take care off the rest.

When they returned to the living world, Afton's purgatory got worse and worse, changed a bit by Andrew's design, more difficulty, then molded even further by Cassidy's newfound power and C.C's own experiences with the nightmares he's had throughout his life.

Cassidy was the main architect of William Afton's personal hell, Andrew was the one who guarded it's gates and C.C was the source of power making this entire thing possible.

Of course, that doesn't mean that Andrew or C.C couldn't pitch in with new ideas here and there.

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Okay! That's it!

Basically a mini-theory but honestly? I don't even know if this counts as a theory since I have like, not much understanding of FNAF lore as a whole lmao.

Just a brainfart I wanted to expand a little more about I guess!

Honestly? Seems more like an au not gonna lie.

[bloodyraremedium]

Hello! I have seen you comparing the songs (mostly to how Mike is), could you go into a more detailed analysis of the last two, please?

aw yiss okay!!! i mainly think of them in animatic form so it was a bit hard to transfer that into writing but here we go!!! a bit of it needs theories to work but. oh well

so moonsickness i think works best for around ffps time. mainly cause of the lyrics There's so much to do/I'll never have the wherewithal to do it all again/Or fucking do it all at all and I've got one hundred hours to rearrange the stars

i think that works even better if you think that mike and henry worked together on ffps, and it really shows how much mike is just tired. Also with the amount of planning it must've took to get all the scraps and prepare for the end

lyrics like I am such a fuck up/If you only knew that I am such a fuck up and I'm the worst mistake that God has ever made are just like. general mike hating himself and thinking of himself like a monster etc etc, but if you wanna go deeper with the religious imagery of Henry and William you could really call either of them "God" depending on how you want it.

the repeating of The beast refuses to die is about springtrap/scraptrap "i always come back" stuff that mike is probably fucking sick of at this point.

Blood clots and death cramps would be good for michael getting scooped, while Blood clots and death camps could be a combo of william getting springlocked and the mci being led to their death unknowingly

Aztec circles of the death of all deaths/Concentric circles of torture wheels could defo be about william's remnant research and how it runs on suffering.

And in your blood you know what's right/And in your bones you know what wrong could play off the fact that mike no longer has blood or most of his bones lol, and how he's kinda morally grey for most of the story.

And you know nobody belongs in this hell/And there is not a single choice left to make would be mike knowing how it feels to be alive when you shouldn't, and that him and henry know there's only really one way to end it

I can't get the numbers right, I can't fucking count/Because not one goddamned thing is in its place would be how everyone including him, should be dead and buried and at peace. Or even alive and healthy and thriving.

Fucking up your definitions even though it's life or death/Who fuckin' told you you were selfish or even self-interested? is how the way william raised him sometimes make him question if maybe he's in the wrong somehow, the murders were justified etc etc

And it's not all you, man, you were just a kid once - how mike knows that his father had a terrible childhood too and at some point will was just a little kid like he was.

Everybody knows this place is dying, as am I/I might not get another chance/It's such a careful dance could be the difficulty of surviving the night, but mike knows they're just kids.

so for Feel Better. this would be super willry and charlie heavy. i like just thought of this so bear with me on this... it would also work with/without robo charlie (the whole thing is a little bit of a stretch but idgaf)

The book sits on top of clean and messy blankets/On a bed that fuckin' creaks at night when I get in it late and Or I'm a healthy baby-girl who traded sunshine for disease could be henry's depression and self-isolation after charlie's death and how he spends most of his time inside his house

I'm a communist, a terrorist, an MPDG thot/I'm a socialist, Marxist, libertarian slut/I'm a nihilist, a soldier, an OCD-machine could be a couple different things, but what I like most is Henry getting blamed for the MCI because of how suspicious he seems, and the town making up stories about him.

I guess I loved you, I guess I really loved you/All my filthy life I loved someone I barely knew is how henry didn't really actually know william, he just knew the mask he always put on. This is also assuming Henry knows abt the murders at this point.

and we were all a train-wreck/And also somehow making it/I think I might've died there twice and I would do it all again is henry having good memories of when the restaurant first opened, and things were good.

I don't wanna get over it, I wanna rip the stars to shreds and I could tell I had a heart/And I wanna tear this fascist Milky Way apart would be henry's decision to start ffps and put everyone out of their misery

pretty much all of verse three is just henry being Sad and Reminiscing

Or I'm just really fuckin' selfish and really fuckin' lost would work great if you go the Robo Charlie route, since that was kinda a... not good thing to do.

I had my cake (I ate it, it ate me too and, God, no) is pretty much what the metaphor already means. He let William get close to him and paid the price for it.

And then all of the choruses are a combo of him being sad about Charlie's death and the "death" of the will he thought he knew. very sappy sad stuff

is this even coherent? i wrote half of this at like midnight,,,

[chloe-caulfield94]

Chloe's request for assisted suicide

Chloe's request to be put out of her misery in Episode 4 is the only decision in Season 1 I spent a considerable amount of time agonizing over before I chose. I'm not saying that the other choices Max faced during that crazy week in October of 2013 didn't hold much gravity, because of course they did, but in all other cases I quickly had a pretty clear picture of what I would do, and more importantly, what Max would do.

Ultimately, I decided not to honour Chloe's request and I repeated that decision in all subsequent playthroughs.

I'm not ideologically opposed to medically assisted suicide. While I personally am extremely lucky to enjoy perfect health, I realize that sometimes a person's illness may cause them so much physical pain that their existence becomes unbearable and is worse than not existing.

Everything seems to encourage Max to grant Chloe's last wish. Chloe's condition is terminal. Her family is being crushed by debt. She clearly says that she wants to go out on her own terms.

But I couldn't escape the feeling that Chloe's pain was more emotional than physical in nature. How happy she was to have spent one day with her best friend. Wasn't her feeling of hopelessness, which made her wish for death, a product of being abandoned, at least in part? Wouldn't she be more willing to stay for whatever time she had left if she had someone to share that time with?

Overdosing Chloe felt like an extremely cheap way out for Alternative Max. Just one day with Chloe and that's it? It's not entirely clear if that timeline stopped existing when Max undid her rescue of William. When I played the game my understanding was that there is only one timeline, which can be modified by changing the past. But the LiS comics introduced the notion that all the timelines exist simultaneously. So after our Max went back to the main timeline, the timeline where William lived persisted somewhere out there. Assuming that Alternative Max would retain our Max's feelings for Chloe, wouldn't it be better if she spent whatever time Chloe had left with her? Making her lot in life more bearable? Showing her that there's at least a little bit of hope? Spending many more days with her like the one she spent with her on the beach and watching movies? Maybe after more days like that Chloe would stop wishing for death?

We don't know how long Alternative Chloe had left. Maybe a few years? Maybe a few months? But however long or short period of time that would be, I feel it would be wrong to say that there couldn't be any moments of joy, happiness and love in it. I think that Alternative Chloe's request was predicated on her not believing that Max would want to spend any more time with her. If Max refuses to overdose her, she says "You're just bailing on me, like everyone else". Alternative Chloe is so used to being neglected that she instinctively assumes that Max popped back into her life just for a minute. But what if she stayed for a while longer? After refusing to honour Chloe's request, Max says "I am never leaving you again". I'd like to think that this was not only a promise from our Max to our Chloe, but also a promise from Alternative Max to Alternative Chloe. A promise to stay with her and make her days a little less dark.

I don't know and I can't imagine how it is to live with a terminal illness. I don't know and I can't imagine how it is to be paralysed from the neck down. But the notion that the only thing a terminally ill, paralysed person can wish for is the embrace of death felt deeply wrong to me.

Chloe rationalized her decision by saying this is to spare her parents from suffering. But both William and Joyce are adamant to fight for their daughter till the very end. I don't think she gets to decide for them. I recently watched a great movie, "Words on Bathroom Walls". It's about a highschool boy who is diagnosed with schizophrenia. He hides his condition from his girlfriend and when it's no longer possible to hide, he breaks up with her, because he doesn't want her to suffer due to his illness. He assumes she would not want to be with a sick boy. When she finds out why he broke up with her, she's angry. Because it was not his decision to make. She should be the one to decide if she wants to be with him and support him in his illness. And she chooses to be with him, despite knowing that it will not always be easy. I think it's William's and Joyce's decision if they want to share the burden that was so unfairly thrusted upon Chloe. And they decided to share it.

As an aside note, Max sleeping with her head on Alternative Chloe's knees is such a moving picture. It's both cute and sad.

I'm curious, what was your decision and if you don't mind sharing, what swayed you one way or another?