#ah. asbestos

[astronnova]

my wilt and scatter predictions for @unofficialadamtaurus s fic

[bunnygirlheart]

@fishing-lesbian-catgirl

More Asbestos!

Thanks everyone for participating in the poll! What an absolutely wild last minute turnaround, and also a close race!

[superconductivebean]

#280

haven't been on YT for a while. can't say it did me horrible job of missing out on things although just now it suggested, i wasn't there for disturban history's new vids.

or for the wicked case studies.

or for the history of deceases.

or for netstalkings aka In Today's Trending On Internet

eeeeeh i dont really want to delve back unless 4hr long documentary about whatever else victorians did horrifyingly unsafe and dangerous in utmost fascinatingly wicked ways.

[agarthanguide]

im obsessed with all the new bells hells art you made, but especially imogen!

are there any aspects of the design/process that were a favorite of yours? (like the moon motifs, as an example)

Ah thanks for giving me this opportunity!

So in my dad’s office, he has a glass-fronted bookcase. My parents got it when they bought a furnished Victorian mansion in 1980 (don’t be jealous- the walls were filled with asbestos, it had no electrical wiring upstairs, and all the paint was lead.) So this bookcase was magical, to me. It was never locked, but it had a key in it all the time with a red silk tassel. Anyway, inside this bookcase was a copy of the book The Discoverers, which is a history of science. And printed on the spine was The Flammarion Engraving-

This is my personal definition of magic. Of celestial motif. Of the firmament. Of the concept of discovery.

So of course I pitched it to Laura. It started much punchier, and with a stronger likeness, but I hope the concept is still there.

So yeah. Easily my favorite part. Thanks s-o much for asking, and for the kind words!

[spidey-official]

you ever eat asbestos.

ah. i feel like i shouldn't answer this

[uncle-mojave]

Would you live in a retired ICBM silo?

I tried to buy one in Arizona. I had the money for it at one point but the issue is there were no water or power hookups and I'd have to go crazy off grid for it plus it was all rusty and stuff so there's a ton of lead paint to deal with and asbestos. Still, it'd have been awesome. I could have gotten it for about $27k. Ah well, Now days I'm outta money.

[indigosabyss]

Potential Ultimate Jailbreak Interaction

Musashi: A major drawback of the type of fire manipulation I have compared to the Colonel's is that I lose so many clothes to fire damage. Hitoshi: You know, I've heard that in olden times, they had fireproof clothing. Maybe that's just stories, but it's worth looking into- Musashi: That's real. And the clothes were made of asbestos. Hitoshi: Ah. Mustang: Wait, what's wrong with asbestos?

[firewoodfigs]

any royai headcanons? :)

hi anon!! I'm SO sorry it took me forever to respond, but ah thank you for the ask--this is especially fun now since ao3 is down, much to everyone's dismay!!

I should preface this by saying I've just been writing fic and hardly engaging with canon material LMAO so I unfortunately only have paltry crumbs to offer at this point but there have been so many interesting h/cs going around, and it's always fun to see the fandom coming back to life again :)

some completely random and bizarre royai headcanons (this is more crack than anything else because I have about two brain cells left):

roy is a simp

riza is a simp

roy loves shrimps (and also loves peeling them for riza because he is a simp)

riza forces him to finish his vegetables

they are each other's emergency contacts

they 100% got it on before the promised day. how else could they have been so agile after literally sustaining life-threatening injuries???

roy is a generally reckless driver but drives with extra caution whenever riza is on board as passenger princess bcs that's his precious cargo right there

riza has a nifty collection of his shirts that she routinely wears as PJs (back to point no. 2)

roy has a burgeoning collection of dog toys bcs he was the asian dad who claimed he didn't want a pet but is obviously deeply in love with the dog

riza would make breakfast first for the dog and give roy crumbs and roy would be like aww yea that's fair (also "that's my wife")

riza is secretly an amazing singer and roy is always looking for ways to sneak in karaoke sessions during team bonding activities

but nobody wants to go for karaoke because roy is tone-deaf and deadass cannot sing. when he's drunk he just raps and that gets everyone on their knees begging for mercy

roy was very excited when riza started growing her hair out because he's always dreamed of getting to braid it with his own two hands, yadayada

riza on the other hand adores it when roy rolls his sleeves up

tldr they are both thirsty and in need of something more than a drink or two

riza fell in love first but would sooner die than admit it

riza decided to pick up xingese while in the countryside so that she could listen to the songs and read the poems that roy enjoys in secret

roy on the other hand really loves buying first edition copies of poetry books for riza. i'm sure he's also loaded so no biggie (apart from the possible mesothelioma but honestly first editions are worth inhaling some asbestos or whatever for)

roy's nickname is tailor swift because he's really good at sewing and has made riza more than one dress

roy's black coat is gucci

[mvshortcut]

If this is a weird question, feel free to delete, but in the midst of trying to follow all the Maren/Milk Divorce/Marriage drama lore, I have to ask: why is your nemesis a turkey and how is he (or she or it, does the turkey even have a name? idk...) involved in this? Do you and this particular turkey have a deep complicated backstory of betrayal and hate that has been building to this fight or did you and the turkey just see each other one day and declare yourselves enemies?

I attempted to tell the abridged version of this tale. I really did.

The long and short of it is, despite going to college in a relatively urban environment, I have been haunted and stalked and vexed day and night by a gang of turkeys. Yes, a gang of wild turkeys that live in the city. No, I don't understand it either. They're like oversized pigeons at this point.

The turkeys have been a background presence in my college experience for some time. But, towards the end of last semester, I became aware that the turkeys appeared to be honing in on me specifically.

It started with one turkey, whom I have dubbed Victorian Maiden Turkey because the turkey looks very ill for some reason? very grey and scrawny and rumpled feathers and constantly seems confused about where she is and what is going on. She looks like a fainting waif of a Victorian maiden that needs to be sent to the seaside for her health, where she will magically be cured by the sun and fresh air. (No relation to the fact that she's been moved out of her city home, which is at least composed of 35% asbestos.)

ANYWAYS. so. Victorian Maiden Turkey seemed to like. follow me when I went to class? or at least wait for me? I had a long walk to class, and it was kind of through a residential area, and she'd just be like. hiding out in someone's driveway, staring at me as I walked past? On the way home from class I walked an entirely different route through a different part of town, and she was there too? (I know it's the same turkey because, again, none of the others resemble sickly waifs.) She was literally hiding in the bushes waiting for me to go past. I only noticed her, in fact, because I nearly tripped over her.

This continued for the next couple weeks. I kept running into this turkey, along with a few others, in different parts of town, going to class or the store or on my walks. I spoke to friends and my roommate and none of them reported being tailed by turkeys all over town. Only me. My roommate and my mom both agreed with me that there was only one possible explanation: someone had put out a hit from the turkey mafia on me, and this turkey was sent to scope out the scene and learn my routines, waiting for the best opportunity to strike.

Now, I’m getting nervous because the end of the semester is fast approaching. If these turkeys are gonna make a move, they’re gonna have to do it soon, right? Mentally I’m counting down the days until I can get the hell outta dodge. My days are numbered. And, on top of fearing for my life, I still have to study for finals, since I don’t believe any of my professors will accept “I’m being stalked by the turkey mafia” as an excuse.

Sunday. Last day before finals week begins. Trying to entice myself to push through the home stretch, I grab my picnic blanket, pick up some Chipotle, and bring my work to the park. First big mistake on my part - big open area. No shelter. No witnesses.

Second big mistake: I wear sneakers with laces. I remove my shoes and socks and spread out on my blanket under a tree to better enjoy the warm day. Chekhov is cocking his gun as we speak.

So. As an unsuspecting naive college student, I get straight to work enjoying my Chipotle and ignoring my studying. Then, just as the “ah shit, finals start tomorrow” reality begins to settle in and I finally buckle down on my work, I hear a rustling from over yonder.

Emerging from someone’s driveway and entering the park is—a turkey. Not Victorian Maiden Turkey—he looks entirely too well-fed. In fact he’s a rather hefty-looking fellow. The turkey slowly wends his way over to me; and, as I’ve seen turkeys several times around the city before, I assume we’re cool and proceed to ignore him.

Except—the turkey keeps approaching. We’re gonna call him Turkey Number One. (In the moment, I did not call him “Turkey Number One” for the same reasons that people in the early 1900’s didn’t call The Great War “World War I,” but we’ll get to that later.)

Turkey Number One continues to approach. As he approaches, he gradually becomes larger by puffing himself up. At some moments he simply seems interested in investigating me and my Chipotle and my water bottle. But at other times he begins to make a variety of unhappy turkey noises, but refrains from outright gobbling at me thus far. At this point he’s within 6-10 feet of me. Mildly annoyed—why is this turkey going to act all huffy at me if he’s the one choosing to invade my space? When he has a whole park’s worth of space in which to ignore me?—I stand up, grab my laptop, and make to step away from my blanket for a moment to let the turkey cool off for a moment.

Now, here's where Chekhov begins to chuckle ominously at me from the audience. Remember how I took my shoes off earlier? Well, as I now discover, the tree above me produces some rather sharp variety of seeds, which will easily stab the bottom of my feet if I attempt to step on them without shoes. The whole ground is covered in these seeds.

Not a problem, right? 

Think again, Milk. The turkey is impatient and unhappy with me bending down to tie my shoes. As soon as I stoop down, he begins to approach my blanket, gobbling furiously at full volume and fluffing up his feathers. He backs off when I stand up, but every time I attempt to bend to put my shoes on, he resumes his approach.

Okay. This is fine. It’s gonna be just fine. I mean, I’m actively texting good-byes to my friends and mother and roommate, but it’s gonna work out just fine.

And to be honest? It does. Turkey #1 and I go back and forth for a few minutes. He begins to calm down, seems unsure of whether to perform a mating dance at my water bottle or not. Eventually he decides against it and takes his leave and I, with a sigh of relief, resume studying, thinking that the ordeal is over.

The ordeal is not over.

About an hour later, Turkey Number 1 returns from a different angle of the park. And—he’s brought his girlfriend this time, Turkey Number 2! (She is also well-fed and bears no relation to Victorian Maiden Turkey.) I’m still unclear as to whether Turkey Number 1 wanted me to meet his girlfriend, or if he thought I was encroaching on his territory/relationship and was like, “See? I have a girlfriend, man! Back off!” yada yada.

All in all, the second wave goes rather smoothly. Turkey Number 1 is all puff and no bite. Turkey Number 2 is visibly embarrassed by the antics of her boyfriend’s posturing (I’m not a bird behavioral expert but I recognize The Expression. It is universal). She occupies herself with eating seeds for a few minutes, I have some more Chipotle, Turkey Number 1 gradually cools off—it’s nice. After a moment Turkeys Number 1 and 2 exit the park and I, once again, return to my studying.

Lulled into a false sense of security by the last turkey visit, I don’t bat an eye when Turkeys Number 1 and 2 return to the park an hour later. They were fine last time, right? No big deal.

Then, over the horizon, a challenger approaches.

At long last, my friends, allow me to introduce you to my nemesis. Turkey Number 3 is the largest turkey I’ve seen in my life, though I believe he’s at least 80% ruffled feathers and air. And he is mad.

To be perfectly honest I’m still not sure what he was mad at. I believe it was a combination of 1.) mad at Turkey 1 for having a girlfriend he wanted, 2.) mad at me for invading what I now realize is clearly His Park, or 3.) mad at me for being a potential challenger for Turkey 2, which. Isn’t actually his girlfriend. She’s Turkey 1’s girlfriend. But it’s whatever, yknow? 

(My mom has offered a potential fourth explanation, which is that Turkey 3 viewed ME as a potential turkey girlfriend, despite the fact that I am neither a girl nor a girlfriend nor a turkey nor a turkey girlfriend, or any combination of these. My mother believes he was attempting to woo me through impressive displays of force. I have henceforth refused to entertain my mother’s suggestion for my own sanity.)

So. Despite attempting to rationally and calmly explain to Turkey 3, my soon-to-be nemesis, that I am not interested in stealing anyone’s turkey girlfriend, he refuses to be placated. He puffs up larger than I thought possible for a turkey and charges directly at my blanket. Not only does he make deafening enraged gobbling noises that can certainly be heard halfway across the city, he also emits a variety of enraged puffing and huffing and squawking noises. Did you guys know that turkeys can extend all of their feathers at once, creating a “blast-off” sound effect that simultaneously propels them forwards? Neat, right? I didn’t know that either! 

Now I do.

Having failed on Potential Reason Turkey Is Mad Number 3, I move to Potential Reason Turkey is Mad Number Two. I attempt to explain, again calmly and rationally, that if the turkey will just allow me a moment to put on my shoes so I don’t stab my feet on the seeds and roll up my blanket, I will gladly vacate his park. 

Despite clearly wanting me to leave, Turkey 3 resists my each and every attempt to do so. He maintains a respectful 6-foot social distancing if I remain standing. The second I bend down and reach for my shoes, however, he puffs and gobbles and charges at me. And so I straighten up, my nemesis backs off, and the cycle repeats. 

Friends. My absolute bastard of a newfound nemesis holds me hostage there for thirty minutes like this. And he’s good at it, too. Sometimes he’ll give me false hope too, wander off to fight Turkey Number 1 for his girlfriend’s hand/wing (said girlfriend is still munching seeds off the ground, clearly disgusted with them both.) I’ll take advantage of his distraction, bend down and reach for my shoes—and my nemesis will come charging out from behind a tree or materialize out of thin air, squawking and gobbling and puffing with the force of a thousand suns. (I still have no idea how he knew when I was reaching for my shoes. He must’ve had some ingrained sort of nemesis-sense.)

Now, you might be asking, Milk, how on earth did you escape? Did you pull off some clever and daring maneuver? No. It was because someone else happened to be stupider than I was. 

We’ll call him Baseball Cap Guy. Baseball Cap Guy enters the park, sees the turkeys, and decides it’s a really smart idea to attempt to PET Turkey Number Two on the head.

That went about as well as you would expect. 

Turkey Numbers 1 and 3 immediately put aside their differences to tag team Baseball Cap Guy. Inspirational, really. Turkey Number 2 resumes eating berries and seeds, supremely unbothered and supremely disgusted.

And I, Milk, take advantage of the commotion to jam my shoes onto my feet, snatch up my blanket, and hightail it out of the park. I use the remaining 5% of my battery to inform my mother and friends and roommate that I have not, in fact, been murdered by the turkey mafia. Then I made straight for home, hoping against hope that Victorian Maiden Turkey wasn’t tailing me or hiding behind a bush waiting to trip me and suchlike.

Now, it would be easy to think that the Baseball Cap Guy was an absolute idiot for trying to pet a wild turkey. I’m not saying that’s an incorrect conclusion. However, there was a point during the first wave where Turkey Number One was approached by an older lady on her afternoon power walk. I was hoping against hope I wasn’t about to watch a sweet old lady get mauled by a turkey. She, delighted, whips open her phone and begins to coo—actually coo— at the bird like she’s his auntie, like ohh, what a handsome little man you are! Your feathers are so soft—and how puffy you are, mister! and all that.

And—Turkey Number 1 absolutely eats that up. He struts back and forth, posing for her and clucking at her and letting her take her fill of photos for a solid 5 minutes.

So. My current hypothesis is that there is a Continuum of Turkey Vibes, ranging from Old Lady (preen for photoshoot) to Milk (???) to Baseball Cap Guy (attack on sight).

And uh. That’s the story, folks. I survived finals, returned home unscathed, and have spent the summer anticipating a rematch. I’ve also spent some time reflecting—it’s strange, having a nemesis. I’ve always wanted a nemesis. I didn’t quite picture them as a turkey, per say, but for some reason it just feels right, yknow? I think we’re compatible. I both dread and oddly look forward to our next meeting.

You’ll be pleased to know that the first thing I did upon returning to school this fall was go back to the park, ya know, like a fool. The first trip was pretty quiet. I introduced Turkey Number Two and some of her besties to my mom. I went back once to study at the park. That time, I met no less than 12 turkeys, many of which were little turklings. I think I introduced them to my mom, so I get to meet the family now? Unsure. Anyways. 

I also witnessed a man, with a golden retriever and a turkey sitting side-by-side in front of him. The man tossed dog treats one after another to the golden retriever and to the turkey. (Spoiler alert: this one ended with a pack of five turkeys chasing the man and his dog down the street once he ran out of treats.)

Fun fact! Did you know turkeys can fly? No, really—not just “hold themselves aloft for short distances” but like “fly up into extremely tall trees, making a colossal ruckus as they beat their wings rapidly and gobble and yell?”

Anyways, once it was growing quite dark and impossible to make out anything other than the silhouettes of no less than five gigantic birds looming high in the branches above me, ready to launch themselves directly on top of my head at a moment’s notice, I decided it was time to exit the park for the evening.

I still haven’t run into my nemesis yet. That’s okay—I think I’m beginning to infiltrate the turkey ranks a bit. And I know he hasn’t forgotten about me. He’s just out there, biding his time.

Please admire these photographs of my nemesis as well as his magnificent ass. Thank you for your time.

[bwobgames]

Previous First

"Let's hide until the morning, destroy the clock, and then run away. It's the safest I can think of"

"A sensible decision, but didn't you say that we might not have the time to get everyone?"

"... We are gonna have to try"

"And, uh, call the police? Maybe?"

"Don't they come included with the bomb squad?"

"Oh, right"

"Although, what will happen then? Will they arrest the house? Us? Coli already has gotten out of jail without problems... this is an issue.

Agh, one problem at a time!"

"I'll message Vivi"

"Wait! Technology!"

"Ángel you're right!"

".... I am, yes"

"Aside from us three, the rest are all family! So they have eachothers numbers! We can just tell them to post about a bomb in the bar on the family groupchat or something like that"

"Yeah! I certainly was hinting towards that, no doubt"

"Tell Vivi to go to the main room. Did she answer?"

"Yep, take a look"

"... Does. Does she only communicate through images of cats?"

"Sometimes the cats have text over them. Other times, she writes a 10 paragraph message in one go.

Really, it depends on the situation"

"Is this a cat pictures situation??"

"This is not her first bomb threat. Look, she even has a kitty deactivating a bomb image"

"... Descriptive.

Anyways, let's get there"

They get inside the house and walk towards the main room

"So, how are we supposed to find anyone?"

"Well, Marigold is usually somewhere in the main room, but that's not assured. I think we'll just have to search all the rooms here until-"

"Ah, nevermind"

Simon and Owen appear from the room to the Lounge #2

"Private Detective Beebo and Detective Assistant Ángel here, we are gonna need you two to come with us"

"Oh wait, is this the wallet where I have the picture of Mozilla Firefox or the one with the shiny pokemon card. Guess it's too late now"

The teens are surprised

"We didn't do anything! And if we did it was an accident or in good intention!"

"The supermarket had a terrible cart organization. We didn't know they weren't allowed for racing!"

"It's not considered trespassing if the owner of the property wasn't watching and we didn't know!"

"We are minors! Legally we have the right to make a lemonade stand! It was just an alternative recipe!"

"It was the farmers' fault to have such an easily hackable door to his goose enclosure!"

"Hey, hey, calm down, it's nothing about - wait, you let out the 30 to 40 geese??"

"What Beebo here means is that this is not about your possible crimes. This place has received a confirmed bomb threat, and we are here to take you to a safe zone while we deal with it"

"Oh wow, Ángel is learning the ways of the detective"

"There's a bomb? Why"

"Uh. Probably for harm"

"That's so lame. I would rather have a cool bomb"

"... You need to be studied, little creature. Anyways, follow us"

They walk in formation

"By the way, Boss, why the main room?"

"Well, you said it. It's a relatively safe zone.

It's close to an exit and far away from the point of explosion. I fear that it might cause a house fire or that it could trigger the other bombs.

But we can't ask everyone to just stay outside in this cold, so, main room it is"

"Also, don't call me boss"

"You're so smart, sir"

"... Stick to boss

Sir is for, um, after job activities"

Ángel looks happily surprised

They reach the main room, Marigold is there

Vivi appears from the storage room and gives a wave

Then a middle finger

Ángel answers with another middle finger

Vivi makes a silly pose with double peace signs

"Um, Miss Marigold? I'm private detective Beebo and we have worrying information about this building"

"... So, it really has asbestos everywhere?"

"What? No"

"Wait, really?"

"Is it not?"

"No, no. Um, it's actually about..."

"How to say this without causing her to panic"

"There's a bomb at the bar"

"WHAT?"

"Yeah, we don't know when it's going off, so you guys should stay here"

Marigold goes pale

"Ángel that is very much what the detective handbook says Not to do"

"Sorry, my copy was pirated"

"Wh- Why?! Was it here before?! Where's everyone else?! Did someone put it!? How do you know?! I am calling the police. Where are Nadia and Nina?!?!"

"Um, uh, well, um, please calm down! We have this under control!"

"How?!"

"Excuse me, I need a quick word with my boss here"

She frantically calls the police

It might be a problem

"Wouldn't it be easier on everyone if we make them remember? I still have Vivi's book"

"... I don't know.

They are fine now, I mean, this is just a shitty night with a big scare.

With the memories... welll

This becomes the most terrifying night of their life

Bejng eaten by a house, being killed.

Knowing you might get killed again"

"Yes, but that knowledge will make them more prepared to face Coli in case he comes here and does something"

"We can just lie, though! just uhh something about terrorism?"

"In an abandoned hospital? With only 8 people?"

"I, I can figure something out!"

"I'm just saying it would be way easier if we were all on the same page"

"... But would it be the best for them?"

"Well, who are you to decide that?"

"A guy who has died 3 times"

"... That's fair.

Just do what you think is best"

[mousegard]

in the latest aria chapter, we find out what happens when you teach fucked up unethical spells to a magical girl's girlfriend!

also edelgard gets a smartphone and picks up a new hobby

Episode 3: Mirror Darkly

Hibiki and Miku adjust to new circumstances. Millaarc worries for her family. Edelgard picks up a new hobby. Kronya seeks revenge.

That was Dorothea’s cue to laugh. “Please, Hubie, you’re not still embarrassed, are you? Edie thinks your songs are delightful.” “Oh, please.” “No, she does! I asked her the other day. She even says they’re ‘cool.’” “Hmph.” “Anyway, doesn’t Bikky sound a lot like Edie?” “Their voices couldn’t be more different.” “I mean besides that, and you know it. I just wonder if… maybe Edie looks at her and wonders.” “Wonders what?” “What she might’ve been like if not for…” Dorothea made an aimless gesture with her hand. “The war, the Flame Emperor, Those Who Slither in the Dark.” “Who knows? It’s futile to dwell on such things as lives that could have been. What would Lady Edelgard’s life be like if she had grown up like Miss Tachibana? One might as well wonder what my life would have been like had I been born a daughter of House Vestra.” “Oh… if you had, you might’ve ended up something like poor Miku.” Heidrun couldn’t help but chuckle at least a little at the mental image of Tachibana Hibiki as Edelgard and Kohinata Miku as herself—she had certainly seen the same on that night the girl had come up to her and meekly asked her for magic lessons. They both had their suns, radiant and scorching, and the burdens of their own powerlessness weighing heavy on their shoulders. She crossed her arms over her chest. “And what do you mean by that, pray tell? Ah, I believe I recall your exact words—‘Just another servant suffering from unrequited love for their mistress?’” “And I don’t think Bikky even realizes it,” Dorothea sighed, craning her neck and lifting her gaze skyward. “Well?” she asked. “Well, what?” “Bikky’s your comrade! Aren’t you going to come to her poor friend’s defense? Say something like, ‘ah, how dare you imply I would think of her as nothing but a drooling simpleton plagued with unrequited love?’” “Why would I?” Heidrun asked. “You’re slipping, Dorothea. Your insults are becoming less coherent. I fear it might be something in this world’s atmosphere—lead, or asbestos, or microplastics.”

[untitledbandcomic]

UBC#2 - Paid in Exposure (to Asbestos)

{ID - six panel comic titled, 'UBC#2 - Paid in Exposure (to Asbestos)', featuring four characters (Laurie, Kaz, J and KC). Full ID under cut. END ID}

we're not talking about the month between these pages. i said low comittment for a reason. anyway if this happens to you IRL you run ok? yea.

Full ID: Six panel comic featuring Laurie Alistair, Kaz, J and KC, all located within a dingy, run-down club (Dreamscape).

J laughs bashfully and says, "So, uh... When I said this was a new venue... heh." Laurie stares back at J, fingers steepled as he processes. "SO. Let me clarify: You spent ALL your funds on a sign." He points both hands at J and closes his eyes, almost looking like he's praying. In the background, Kaz has stepped in something brown and sticky. They cry out, "LAURIEEE I'm gonna DIE here"

Laurie continues: "And you want Kaz to recoup the costs with a show... tomorrow..." He gestures around to the room, finally snapping slightly and looking stunned and slightly terrified. "HERE?!" J tries to respond, "It'll look BRAND NEW by tomorrow, trust me!"

KC enters the club carrying a large cardboard box. He looks oblivious to the conversation, and carries on a long, loud, non-stop monologue as he enters: "Hey J Babe Where D'You Want The Mould Remover They Didn't Have Enough So I Had To Go To Two Different Stores Your Change's In The Thingy In The Car OH. Also I Think That Maybe That Plumber Was A Crook Because The-" KC finally notices the newcomers and cuts himself off to greet them brightly: "Ah! You guys are the performers, right? Hi! I'm KC!"

END ID

Character Descriptions:

Laurie Alistair (he/she/they) is a tall, broad-shouldered white person with long ginger and grey hair in a ponytail. He has green-grey eyes and thick eyebrows. Here, he wears a brown suit with a matching tie, and a single green earring that dangles from his right ear.

Kaz (she/they) is a short, fat black person with a lavender buzzcut. She has teal eyes and vitiligio in patches over her eyes, top lip, each side of her neck and on her underarms. Here, she wears a short sleeved red leather jacket and matching boots. She wears red headphones with antennae on the cups.

J (he/him) is a tall, thin mixed man with ginger hair under a green beanie, and a matching ginger goatee. He has blue eyes. Here, he wears a tight fit navy turtleneck. He also has a silver ball tongue piercing.

KC (he/him) is a short, muscled white person with white blonde hair cut into a fluffy mullet, with two larger spikes that look like cat ears. He has hazel eyes. Here, he wears a red tracksuit with gold accents, black biker shorts, and a blue vest. He also wears a matching red sweatband.

[aidenlyons]

Aiden doesn't have a whole lot to move in, just a few boxes really. The rest of his furniture won't be delivered until the next day. But he can at least show Tony his new place.

A: Thanks for helping me.

T: What're friends for? This place is pretty sweet. The light is amazing.

A: That's what sold me on it.

T: I hope you're happy here, despite.. everything.

A: I will be.

A: Besides, if it gets to be too much, I'll just crash with you for a few days.

T: Damn straight. I'll make sure to get a sofa with a bed, just in case.

A: Just make sure it's somewhat comfortable, huh?

T: Nah, I'm gonna make you sleep on a lumpy mattress.

T: Seriously, you good?

A: I'm going to be. It's the next chapter. I gotta see where it takes me.

T: Ok. I'm just a phone call away.

A: I know. Go on, get out of here, you'll miss your bus.

A: Call me when you get settled in San Myshuno.

T: I will. Alright, no chick flick moments. Good luck, Aiden.

A: Ok, ok. You too.

With that, Tony returns home for a few days before her own move and Aiden is left to unpack and hopefully meet the rest of his housemates.

It doesn't take long for Aiden to meet some of his new neighbors. The first he meets is Alfonso Wolff who is probably around his age.

"Hey man, I'm Alfonso. My boyfriend and I are at the end of the hall, furthest from you. And speaking of..."

Alfonso introduces him to his boyfriend, Skylar Kilgore. Clearly protective over his boyfriend, but polite.

"Nice to meet you, Aiden. Welcome to the house. Al and I have been here for a year. Jayce is a good landlord, don't worry."

The next one to introduce himself is Kory Saavedra.

"So you're Aiden."

He's a bit unfriendly and for a minute Aiden doesn't understand.

"I'm Kory. I'm on the football team with your ex. Shitty thing you did, man."

Ah. That explains it. Guess Jake needed someone to talk to.

A: I thought football players had to stay in the dorms?

K: That's just first years. Besides, me and my roommate's dorm got shut down. Asbestos or some shit. School put us up here.

A: ... Oh. Sorry.

Aiden clearly isn't going to get along with Kory.

Al: Ah-hah. Sorry, Kory's kinda intense. Think we're just missing Jarod.. in the middle room. Has some job with computers. We don't see much of them.

A: I'll keep that in mind, and I'll try not to annoy any of you.. I'm a pretty quiet person myself, and I'm kind of an artist.

S: Al, you forgot about Kory's roommate, Elias.

Elias? Surely that's a coincidence? Not the Elias that Aiden knows?

A: Elias? Not Elias Anderson?

S: Yeah, you know 'im?

A: Weirdly, yeah. I went to high school with him. He used to live in my apartment building. Small world.

And of course there's Jayce Lockett, their landlord and owner of the house. A firefighter, he keeps an odd schedule and is often gone for days at a time, but they all have his phone number to leave him a message if need be.

Aiden has difficulty in new places. The new sounds, sights. He wakes before dawn the first full night after his furniture is delivered, and stares at his old couch, wondering...

"I hope Jake is sleeping well."

[william-murderface]

CYAN YOU TAKE MEEEEE HIIIIGHERRR🗣️‼️🥵😤

(I’m sorry, the asbestos hasn’t hit my lungs yet)

Ah, I see someone also has an excellent taste in music!!!

[sansfangirl24]

If killer was at Hogwarts

Killer: its Valentine's day you know what that means!

Cross: killer you need to stop slipping love potions to professors to try and get them arrested for pedophilia

Killer: I wasn't gonna do that.. I was gonna.. slip this to Filch to get him arrested.

Cross: KILLER-

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Dust: what are you doing?

Killer: oh I'm trying to make Crabbe and Goyle hook up so I put some love potion into two floating muffins and oh! they're eating them.

Killer:

Killer: oh.. I think i put too much. oh Oh OH! what a horrible day to have eyes! oh no no get a room!

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Draco: Killer?

Killer: oh! Draco hi

Draco: are you putting love potion in my pillow as well?

Killer: uh no.. this is asbestos

Draco: what-

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Killer: uh guys don't use love potion on cats.

Horror: why not? do they not fall in love?

Killer: no. they die. I killed so many cats

Hermione: has anyone seen Crookshanks? Crookshanks?

Killer: *whispering* she'll never find him. I already buried them all..

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Nightmare: Valentines day card for Killer

Killer: ah! for me?

Killer:

Killer: AH! ITS FROM FILCH AH WHY IS STICKY?! AHH

[famousfilmsfan]

Continuation of ‘The Model’

A year after that meeting with Vindi and Jon. Fazerton was built and the animatronics were moved into the new location.

Here are some mini shots from the town.

1. Suns new brother

Sun: *gawking over the new large daycare* Moony! What do you think this is awesome!…moony?

Sun turns around and moon isn't there

Sun: Moon?…moon!

Bryan pops up from around the corner with a crate

Bryan: Okay Sun, good news and bad news. Which first?

Sun: Bad news?

Bryan: Bad news is, Moon is destroyed.

Sun; What?! How?!

Bryan: He walked into traffic and was hit by a semi truck, and then another, and then another. Then one of those trucks carrying cars hit him

Sun was white and began to wail like a baby.

Bryan: Hey hey, it’s okay. I got you a new moon.

Sun: *crying* It’s not the saaaame!

Bryan: ‘Oh my god how is he an empath’ Well here

He opened the crate and a moon animatronic falls out snoring.

Bryan: uh. Moon?

Moon: *mumbles* Five more minutes dad. *snuggles into the packing peanuts*

Bryan: Moon!

Moon: Ah! *jumps up* Ugg, what happened? I just had a weird dream.

Sun: What happened?

Moon: I was falling, but not falling, and eating but not….it was cool.

Sun: This isn't the same, Moon is my brother.

Moon: *half asleep* Hey baby bro. *walks over to Sun and hugs him* Oh you’re so warm.

Sun: *freaking out* What? What is this?!

Bryan: Brotherly love

Sun; I thought that was a myth.

Bryan: No…Wow original moon really didn’t like you.

Moon; *snoring softly*

Bryan: He’s asleep again? Wow.

Sun: He likes me! *hugs back and spins him around, the two saying ‘weeee!’ In perfect unison*

2. Evilness draw back.

Glitchtraps gang was hiding in some bushes outside of a general store

Glitchtrap: Great! Just great! Not only did Bryan move, which means we lost all the progress we made, we can’t even move the portal because Sun is refusing to work with us now that he has ‘New moon’

Helpy; Also the fact that there’s nowhere in this town we can built a new base or a new portal. And the fact that moon was the only one who knew how to move all that stuff unnoticed.

Glitchtrap: Don’t remind me.

Nightmare: Master? I did hear about a warehouse a few miles out of town that was abandoned due to asbestos

Glitchtrap: Perfect!

Later that night!

The four animatronics walked through the woods.

Vanny: Ugh. Why is it so far?

Glitchtrap: I don’t know.

They approach an old warehouse to find it filled with bright lights loud music and people dancing.

Vanny: What the Hell is this?!

Bouncer: it’s a nightclub

Glitchtrap: We know what it is!

Bouncer: Then why did you ask?

Laterer!

Glitch trap: Any other places?

Helpy; Well there's an old bunker we can use.

Glitchtrap: Perfect!

They make it to the bunker it’s barely the size of a port a potty.

Vanny; This sucks.

Nightmare: Yeah you’re lucky i’m being used a chair.

Nightmare was being used by Glitchtrap as a chair.

3. The neighborhood

The animatronics were going to surprise Bryan, Vindi and Gregory but they were stopped at the gate to the hill neighborhood by a doorman.

Tippy(Get the reference?): Name?

Steve: Showtime Steve and the Glamrocks, and others

Tippy: *looking at a list* Sorry no on the approved list.

Foxy: There's a list?

Tippy: Yes. This is a private neighborhood.

Rockstar Freddy: Well we know Bryan, he lives here now let us in you overdressed gaurd

Tippy: do you have an invitation?

Steve: No.

Tippy: Then I cannot let you in.

R.Freddy: We’ll see about that.

He tries to storm past Tippy, but Tippy pulls out a tazer and shocks freddy with it, it makes him jolt about before collapsing.