#all the flashbacks and nightmares

[cringefail-clown]

turnabout kids and their sprites! ive had an ask laying around in my inbox about them for far too long lmfao, so ive finally decided to draw em out

jane: mime porcelain doll + poppop

dirk: seagull + hal

roxy: wizard figurine + frigglish

jake: gcat + his dreamself

[alexandriaellisart]

So now i have migraines apparently 😭

[winchester101]

How many times do you think Sanji’s looked at Luffy post wci and instead of seeing regular perfectly fine Luffy he sees a bloodied beaten Luffy

[send-me-a-puffalope]

For the FNAF 2 movie, I wish they’d shift the main character to be Vanessa and have Mike be the side character cause it feels like we should be following Vanessa now because she’s so pivotal to the William story as opposed to Mike. Because by the end of the FNAF 1 movie, Mike and Abby both seem in a position where they’re kind of satisfied with where they are and have had their character arc, relationship repaired and situation stable and all that (especially in the movie novel since mike had a construction job by the scene in Vanessa’s hospital room). Their only loose end is Garrett, who Mike kind of accepts that he needs to let go and focus on Abby (and who is kind of avenged by his killer dying) and Jane. Who isn’t exactly the most important character.

Meanwhile, it feels like Vanessa has more backstory and character and motivation to explore than ever before. Especially because Mike doesn’t have the same motivations as in the games because he’s not related to William in any way so he has no reason to keep chasing him down but Vanessa does.

Like it feels that with Mike protag, the FNAF 2 movie is only gonna have him be there to follow Vanessa’s plot.

[violettierre]

Society has fallen down ever since Shio stopped making an appearance in chapters.

[deus-ex-mona]

2/2 for mv bamboozlement on the past 2 fridays btw. i’m looking forward to next week’s mv of subverted expectations

[twelve-nights]

man. sometimes i wish our amnesic barriers would just amnesic barrier. i like i can "give" our protectors my memories but i still partially remember them, but i don't feel them as strongly anymore. but they're still there and it bothers me

[r0semultiverse]

Some memes in light of The Amazing Digital Circus pilot dropping! 💜

🎪 If you use/reupload these anywhere please credit me! 🎪

[plusultraetc]

impulse posting a snippet from the next fic in the star wars au bc I'm so so thankful to have been able to write anything at all today (this fic already has a title, but it's alternate name is 'Yamada Hizashi's Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Star Wars AU')

[atopvisenyashill]

listen. we know i love robert’s rebellion era, i really wish we could get a show that was GOOD but i know if we get a show or movie for rr it is going to wildly mischaracterize so many people and i am going to take it as a personal affront and i don’t want to deal with that

[angria]

Fifth grade The year I don't remember The year that made a difference between life and death I chose death But was dealt life Fifteen years later, I'm stuck in the inbetween The ghost of possibilities Memories are found under my fingernails Nightmares encase themselves in my senses Lines take their possession across my body Definition found in a blade Death found even in life A choice is made every day, between life and death This year tries to make a difference Yet, I don't remember And I don't want to

(12/25/15)

[velvetjune]

i played the remastered alan wake a while back and am replaying the original on steam, and, honestly, they’re so similar, I couldn’t tell which is which if you held up comparisons. ive come across reviews about the game looking outdated and bad (mostly compared to other releases in that time), but the original looks great and I like the hazy dark lighting for both this and awan

[nekoprankster218]

[pagesofkenna]

doing the math and i'm pretty sure chilchuck is getting his bow back next week, and we might finally get to meet the canaries (the elves), if not next week then definitely the week after!

[ash-the-porcupine]

Little one shot I made a while back :) I'm supposed to be learning about viscosity in Chemistry right now but I'm tiredddd

Buster Moon sighed as he placed himself on the couch. It was three in the morning, and this was something of a ritual by now. He struggled to keep his eyes open, yet was far too awake to close them.

His little paws clung to a cup of steaming tea, where a teabag bobbed up and down at the surface. He made it for the smell more than anything. He hated himself for his trauma, and for the trouble it caused. He was always so anxious and jumpy, and it made it hard to get anything done.

Rosita and the others noticed, of course. It was hard to miss. But he hated to see the worried stares of his friends. He hated to know he was hurting them. And yet still when they inquired about his wellbeing, the lie that escaped his mouth was impulsive, and he could never even think before it slipped out.

When he said he was fine, he never meant it at heart. But oh, how he wished he did! It hurt him to know that his words dampened the spirits of those he cared about. He was aware that not a single on of the troupe believed Buster was 'fine,' or anything of the sort, for that matter.

He wanted to tell them how much he was hurting, but his thoughts would not allow it. Most of the time, his pain presented itself in the form of a tight feeling in his chest, nightmares, and little flashbacks. Sometimes these flashbacks were just little flickers, fissures in the present reality, but he couldn't ignore them.

He couldn't help the stab of fear when the face of a friend, a warm and loving figure, was suddenly replaced with the face of those who wished him harm. Sometimes that face was Jimmy Crystal, sometimes it was Angus Chrome, and other times it was Norma Hawkins - as the freshest trauma in his mind.

And these faces plagued his nightmares. He couldn't control it - despite his fervent wishes - but they did. And the fact that Buster was becoming increasingly phlegmatic plagued the dreams of his friends. No, his family.

Buster was slowly forcing himself to appear emotionless. He didn't even realize it himself. And when he wasn't, the happiness and charisma he put on display were just that: a display.

But wanted to apologize. So why couldn't he? He had the capability, of courze. Maybe he just didn't have the heart, as much as it pained his to say.

He sipped at the tea, looking down at it and watching the little swirls in the liquid drift apart and together in the surface, a paper-thin barrier. He closed his eyes for a brief second and breathed in the scent deeply, taking it in.

Maybe he should tell somebody. But how? He knew that the moment they said something, his mouth would only spill lies. He was disgusted with himself. Is this all he was? A charlatan and a negating runaway?

That. That's what he was doing. He was running away from his problems. He sniffed, looking up and out his office window. He could see the odd car driving by, headlights illuminating the streets and the darker corners of his room. A few street lamps flickered dimly, the light just enough the draw his eyes, and he saw an animal walk down the sidewalks once or twice.

And he had to wonder now as he tilted his gaze to look at what little of the night sky he could see through the window: would he be like this forever?

He felt like all he did anymore was chase the approve of others, trying to find some way to, what, confirm that his own self was valid? Why did he need a random stranger to validate him? Ash had told him so many times, as had the others, that he didn't need strangers to tell him he was good enough, he just had to believe it himself.

And that is where it all went wrong. He didn't. And so he took desperate measure after desperate measure to try and fix some part of himself that he couldn't even recognize.

First he flooded the theater, then he lied and got him and his family incoorporated with Crystal, then with Angus Chrome, and again with Norma Hawkins. It felt a god-awful Groundhog Day at this point.

And each of his mistakes came back to haunt him. He would have been willing to do anything to escape his problems at this point, but instead he just wallowed in his sadness.

As another flash passed before his eyes, a milisecond of Norma's talons, he made up his mind. He opened up his laptop, clicked Ash's email, and finally said something.

"Can I talk to you?"

[hidefdoritos]

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