#apparently we're going RIGHT TO IT if you're a robot

[avauntus]

So I've been stuck...

...with my fiction writing, for a while. In a fit of desperation, I loaded up one of those "AI writing assistants" and thunked a solid section of the chapter that has been giving me fits for (*checks calendar* Good lord...) three years into it to see if the suggestions gave me any hope.

It's a mixed bag, but the reason I am sharing with you on this dark and blustery night is...even the A.I. cannot stop itself from shipping Hwi and SeonHo. Their gravity is absolute.

Seriously. All I gave it for context was (relative to the story) -- Hwi dreads talking to SeonHo but misses their friendship, SeonHo feels guilty because he (believes he) caused Hwi's sister's death, and SeonHo is irritated at BangWon, who is Hwi's boss.

Then I asked the A.I. to help me write a fight. Two paragraphs in, I get... THIS: Hwi lusting after SeonHo.

...I keep laughing, getting over it, going back to the "suggestion" and I start laughing again.

[fiber-optic-alligator]

(Not a request dw)

Re: Knock Out's human managing to escape during the game of Hide and Shriek via an Autobot helping them out.

My first thought is that the Autobot who winds up helping them out is probably Bumblebee, Arcee, or Smokescreen. Somebody fast enough to not get caught in the rescue process, or leave a significant amount of evidence behind that it was them.

For the sake of further discussion, I'm just gonna say that it was Bumblebee. So, he's patrolling when a human in rough shape, that smells a Whole lot like a certain Decepticon trots up to the side of the road waving him down. Now, Optimus has told him, and the rest of his allies that they are to remain hidden from humanity lest the Decepticons track them down sooner. But it seems Knock Out has already threatened this one so not helping them out just isn't an option.

After listening to the shortened version of their story about what happened, he pans through the radio stations to cobble together a response. "Hop on in, Baby! I'll get you -somewhere safe!" And then he pops open the passenger seat door. The human doesn't seem thrilled about the prospect of being inside of Another unmanned, probably alien car, but can't find it in them to refuse the offered help. So they get seated inside, and buckle in. Apologizing for the mess they're making inside as it's been quite the night.

Bumblebee closes the door quietly, and drives off towards Jasper. His radio piping up once more to say; "You're fine. -It's all good. -Where's your stop anyhow?" The human pointedly doesn't comment on the shifting voices, hoping that if the stranger elements of the vehicle went unmentioned, the "Driver" won't turn hostile. "You can drop me off by the grocery store, I can walk home from there."

"Well alright! -Do you mind if I ask -What happened -to you -out there?" Bumblebee hopes that it wasn't the kind of encounter he been hearing about lately. The kind where humans go missing, and if they ever turn up again, they're covered in solvent. A Decepticon looking for a quick snack, and a sentient pet, no doubt just snatching any ole' human they can find. The human tilts their head, feigning confusion.

"But I thought I told you what happened already?" Bumblebee ex-vents quietly, and tries again. "I know you were -cuttin' pieces out -of your story. It's alright! -I won't snitch if you won't." It's the human's turn to sigh, but this one sounds tired. "Fine. But it's gonna sound weird, yeah?"

"Go right on ahead."

"I was walking home when a red Ashton Martin pulled up next to me, and apparently had a taser? Of some kind? It zapped me, and I passed out. Only to wake up in the car, far outside of town roughly around that old trainyard, you know? I did my best to crash the car, and after some mild success, I bolted into one of the train cars." They pause to collect themselves a little, in utter disbelief about the whole thing. Though, unbeknownst to them, Bumblebee is dreading the confirmation about his prior theories.

"After a few minutes, I was found by a giant robot. An arrogant, 20-something foot tall bastard of a giant robot named-"

"Knockout!"

... ... ...

"You-uh, you wouldn't happen to be a friend of his, would you?"

"Nonono -He's an -aft -hat -and an enemy of mine. You're safe -with me. I'll get you -home safe." Bumblebee sighs again before explaining himself. "He's a real bad dude. -On the opposite side -from me, and my friends. -We're trying to protect -this -Planet Earth! -And the creatures that live -on it. Are you sure you don't -want to -lie low somewhere -safer? He may -know where you live." Bumblebee didn't want to scare them further, but if this is Knock Out they're talking about, he's probably looked into them enough to deduce that they're worth whisking away. It's better to be certain about things.

The human sits in silence for a moment, registering the idea that they might've been targeted in particular by the giant robot. They decide to derail the current conversation for a moment so they could think over his offer. "You, uh, are you the same... Species? As this Knock Out guy?" There's a notable pause before the self-driving car responds. "Yeeeeeaaahhh.... I'm sorry for -not mentioning it earlier. You already seemed -shaken -and I didn't want to -rock the boat -further"

The human sighs deeply, and throws their hands up a little. "Ey' you know what? At least You aren't forcing me into a game of Hide and Seek, or threatening to Eat me. ... I... I think I'll take you up on the offer to lie low somewhere safer if that's alright." They huff out a laugh before continuing. "As long as 'somewhere safer' isn't Your stomach. Haha" Somehow, Bumblebee doesn't find the idea of taking advantage of their awful situation very funny.

"I'm not that kinda guy -Honest! I just wanna make sure that you're okay!" The duo make it into town unfollowed, and they both seem to relax a little. "I can -hook you up -with a place -you can stay -where he -can't find you. After that, we can get -you -moved -outta town! -And far from -his -nastiness. Okay?" They sag in their seat a little, hoping he's telling the truth.

"Sure, that sounds great... Um-" "Bumblebee" "Yeah, that sounds great Bumblebee. Thank you."

"No problem!"

-Not a Request Anon

THIS IS SO CUTE!!! Bumblebee would definitely fit perfectly into his scenario!! Awww and the human gradually forming friendships with the Autobots while Knockout just seethes over the fact that he lost his human to Bumblebee of all mechs. It was supposed to be him! Don’t think you’ve seen the last of him, because even with the Autobots protecting you, he isn’t going to give up that easily.

[byfulcrums]

Fuck it. Invincible Tumblr

💥 explosionsbaby Follow

Wake up to see the aliens attacking again. God fucking damn it.

❤️ justamonstergirl Follow

Imagine how the aliens feel after seeing you

💥 explosionsbaby Follow

Get better insults. You won't be insulting anyone that way

❤️ justamonstergirl Follow

Nahhh. Don't need to. You already humiliate yourself every time you open your mouth

💥 explosionsbaby Follow

Your entire existence is an insult

☪️ superherofan Follow

i forget that superheroes have social media and regularly use it.... invincible has Tumblr holy shit

🌟 notsovinciblenow Follow

Boo.

☪️ superherofan Follow

OMG??

#HI MR INVINCIBLE SIR #I SWEAR ALL MY A/B/O FICS WERE WRITTEN OUT OF LOVE

🌙 artemislover Follow

Can't believe I have to say this, but can you guys please stop making Omni-Man x Immortal theories?!?!

Ik you think the idea of them having been romantically involved is funny, but c'mon, people

It is true that there should be more openly queer superheroes, but the fact that there are people who genuinely believe they fucked is wild...

Besides, we have to stop following the lives of superheroes that closely. They deserve to get some privacy too! They're still people

Also, didn't Omni-Man once mention his wife?? And son?? Shipping him w a man when he's clearly straight and in an established relationship is stupid

🌟 notsovinciblenow Follow

These are all great points but they've definitely fucked

🌙 artemislover Follow

INVINCIBLE?????

🌟 notsovinciblenow Follow

Godddddd. My parents just do not know what privacy is, PLEASE STOP HAVING SEX WHEN I MIGHT BE HOME... please you're killing me

🌟 notsovinciblenow Follow

Wait, shit, wrong blog...

🌭 hotdog Follow

shocking revelation: invincible has parents

🌟 notsovinciblenow Follow

??? Of course I have parents. Where'd you think I came from?

🌭 hotdog Follow

Honestly i thought you were from mars

🌟 notsovinciblenow Follow

from MARS????

#i'm not martian??? i don't even look martian #do i look martian?

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ATOM EVE LIKES MY FAVORITE BAND????

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really? How do you know?

💃 thedancingquinn Follow

Okay quick storytime

My friends and I wanted to go to see this band live for a LONG time, so we saved up money for years until we could finally afford it, right?

Well, the day we finally get to see them live, I look up and I see Atom Eve, just. Flying there. Above the crowd

She was singing, apparently very loudly and she looked like she was having sm fun. She saw me and waved!!! Atom Eve!!!! Waved at me!!!!!!!

🧬 atomevesss☑️☑️ Follow

:)

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WAIT R YOU THE ACTUAL ATOM EVE

🧬 atomevesss☑️☑️ Follow

Yeah. Check my Insta, there's a link to this blog!

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AFKFHFHFHFJDJDJDJDDJDHFHSUEUEJEJ

#ATOM EVE TALKED TO ME!!!!!!

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Today, Monster Girl told me to download this app and create a blog — I did not think it was necessary, but she insisted.

I decided to listen to her. She was very persuasive.

I will be sharing things about my day, as she has told me to do. Expect to hear from me after this.

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you really think we're gonna believe you're the real Robot?? C'mon.

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Dude, RP exists. Let people live their lives in peace

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This is so funny

‼️ notafurryyet Follow

That's... The real monster girl. Replying to a fake Robot post...

Dude I think he's real

🎉 partyshitter Follow

The new Guardians are a fucking shit show. Are we seriously meant to believe they're going to protect us? Really??

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Oh Id like to see YOU almost get killed every single fucking day without one fucking break only for asholes like you to shit on us like that. We almost die every single day!!! Were the ones geting our hands dirty not you

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I'd* assholes* We're*

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Your supposed to be with me in this one

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You're*

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The Immortal kinda... 👀

💥 explosionsbaby Follow

WHAT

💥 explosionsbaby Follow

I cant believe she cheated on me... what a bitch

🧬 atomevesss Follow

😐

☪️ somanykates Follow

We're going to have a fucking talk, Rex.

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Shit

🍐 shrinkshrek Follow

You had this one coming buddy

🌟 notsovinciblenow Follow

The fact that Miles Morales canonically reads JJK, though...

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INVINCIBLE LIKES MARVEL?? AND JJK???

🌟 notsovinciblenow Follow

Why is everyone always surprised when I like something? I don't get it

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:(

🧬 atomevesss☑️☑️ Follow

I cannot have just found out you're still alive through Tumblr...

🧬 atomevesss☑️☑️ Follow

Seriously though. Are you okay now? I know you're not mentally, after the whole Chicago thing w your dad, but at least physically?

🌟 notsovinciblenow Follow

I'll survive, I guess

💔 thisishowtobeah Follow

INVINCIBLE?? It is such a relief to see you're still here after the whole Chicago ordeal Mr Invincible

📸 definitelyinsanebaby Follow

Yeah maybe don't remind him of that rn??

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OH SHIT I'M SO SORRY

#I AM SO SO SO SORRY #omg i hope you're doing good mr invincible :(((

[atopfourthwall]

Tbh you lament what people say about you and bemoan "harrassment and bullying". Yet you told RLM to "eat a bag of dicks" unprompted. You said Oneyplays "Are assholes, fuck them!". You'll constantly lecture your own fans, angrily yelling at them for asking when new Power Rangers are out, or for giving you simple, solid advice like below. You say youve calmed down in reviews yet still yell at the comic creators over minor stuff. The comments you complain about getting seem tame in comparison.

Okay, first of all I did not tell RLM to "eat a big of dicks" unprompted. What I said was "Eat a dick, jackass" while talking about the Plinkett Reviews in regards to how parts of them have not aged well, in particular the line that I felt was a bit racist - "Black people don't like Star Wars" (to be clear - I don't think anyone at RLM is racist [AFAIK]. The remark itself feels like it is, though, but that's also emblematic of edgier, wince-inducing internet humor from the time - we're all guilty of awful jokes like this to some degree, myself included). Now I ended up removing this line from the Star Wars Prequel reviews compilation because I realized it was needlessly inflammatory towards them and some perceived it as me attempting to star a beef with them… when of course I don't want to start a beef with ANYONE, much less someone much, MUCH more popular than me.

And no, I did not say Oneyplays "Are assholes, fuck them" (unless I said this on Twitter a long while ago). I'm assuming this is in reference to a part of the Fallout: New Vegas streams. Someone in the superchats asked a question relating to them and my other guests didn't know who they are. I proceeded to spend all of 40 seconds calmly explaining (though admittedly with a bit of light irritation) "They're other streamers, one of whom apparently does a GREAT impression of me. They're also responsible for popularizing calling me Lightbringer, soooo… screw 'em." That was it. But apparently "screw 'em" was TOO MUCH for a lot of people, because I got flooded with hate from that - videos made about how I was "TRIGGERED!" and "HAD A MELTDOWN!" Because that was one of the first public times I ever talked about how I wasn't okay with the nickname. We'll circle back around to this in a minute.

"You'll constantly lecture your own fans, angrily yelling at them for asking when new Power Rangers are out-" Aaand right there you prove that you don't actually watch my stuff. You're just repeating the same garbage from people who ALSO don't watch my stuff, but assume I have not changed at all, that I am the same person forever whose opinions don't change, whose attitude doesn't change, never gets better, etc.

Because I haven't been angry at people asking when the next History of Power Rangers is out in ALMOST TEN YEARS.

And the reason I know that number in particular is because I started my Patreon in 2014. The question annoyed me so much because I didn't have an answer for them and it seemed like they didn't care about anything else I did. But then I started my Patreon and one of the Milestone goals was actual release dates for HOPR. And thus since then I've been able to answer when new ones are coming out.

You want to know how NOT angry I am about the question I am now? I put it on t-shirts.

You can buy them at https://atop-the-fourth-wall.creator-spring.com/listing/when-is-hopr?product=2 and https://atop-the-fourth-wall.creator-spring.com/listing/when-is-hopr-03?product=2 (I was going to post pictures of them but Tumblr keeps breaking when I try). There's a third one, but I don't think I put that one back up because it was intended for Shark Robot where colors are limited and it didn't do very well.

But this is a thing that's brought up by people who hate me - my irritation at the question as if it was still something that bothered me because, again, they cannot conceive that maybe I've changed. No, I am cringe forever and there is nothing I can say or do that will satisfy them.

But no, I "lecture people constantly" evidently. People say I'm obsessed about this topic, about the bullying, that I just talk about it soooo much and I can't move on from it and it haunts my every waking moment and that such "simple, solid advice" like "Be okay with being bullied" is met with unreasonable hostility and my mind fixated on it constantly.

Unless of course you actually look at what I post, what I reblog, what I tweet about and then you discover "Oh, he actually only talks about it when people bring it up to him. He only made that thread because he said the harassment is starting to rise up again and that was days and days ago and hasn't said anything about it since. In fact, on this very Tumblr he's only bringing it up again because somebody ELSE is bringing it up, allowing him a chance to further break down why asshole behavior is still asshole behavior.

So let's bring this back to the "screw 'em" thing. You'll notice that in none of these longer rambling statements I've made have I brought them up. Sure, in that 40 seconds during the stream I did… but that was in the middle of the first wave of it where it really WAS affecting me psychologically hard… and I have not talked about them on stream since then. I don't talk about them in these threads. I don't tell my fans to harass them. I don't make up some nickname for them or mock them or do anything other than maybe some frustration at them during the thread a few years ago (and I am explicitly telling my fans not do so - if you want to be an asshole to them, you can fuck off from my fans). Because I don't WANT to talk about them. They can do whatever the hell they want on their streams. They can call me Lightbringer there, make weird memes about me. It's THEIR space to do with as they please.

The problem is entirely that their fans come to MY space to be assholes. To repeat those memes, to bully me and call me the name. Some do it innocently, thinking I'm okay with it (which, again - is who that thread was directed towards)… but there are others who are being assholes about it. And I'm going to call them assholes about it and block them. And I'm still not going to talk about Oney because I don't want to - they're not the ones who are spamming Lightbringer in my chat or comments or trying to find some way of sneaking it into the comments past my comment filters to try to get a gotcha on me. Hell, I've gotten some people who have said they discovered me and love my stuff now BECAUSE Oney talked about me.

And I'd really like to know which recent review you saw where I was specifically attacking creators in the manner you seem to think I did. Because being angry at a plot point or a narrative decision is not the same thing as attacking a creator. I'll freely tell you about the ones I HAVE specifically called out for shittiness - the racist, the homophobic, the sexual harassers, the transphobic, the one that spread misinformation, or just the greedy assholes. But just looking at the list of the last 50+ episodes I've done that maybe… once or twice? And even despite ALL those horrible things, I STILL tell my fans to leave them alone - to not start fights with them, to not send my videos to them, etc. Because I don't want my fans to be bullies, either.

I will end this with one final thing: "The comments you complain about getting seem tame in comparison." Yeah, well, that's because you're you and I'm me. Something that seems innocuous to one person may be deeply triggering for someone else. Something that seems like an innocent joke might actually be really fucking with someone mentally, as it was for me. And that's why I've tried to tell people "Hey, please don't do that." Maybe I do it aggressively. But sometimes that's the only way people will listen. If people are still doing it even after I've expressed how much it harms me - telling me that I should just "get over it" or "let them do it and respond with a laugh" even though I keep saying it DOES affect me, then those people are assholes and I don't see why I should give them the time of day.

Hopefully this lengthy response (I really am a windbag) helps people understand or it clears up some bullshit. And if it's still not good enough for you, then nothing less than complete capitulation to being called Lightbringer is the only thing that will satisfy you… well, fuck off.

[sholangagaga]

Wait I thought that everyone knew in canon that Bonnie was decommissioned?

This is gonna be a long answer so I'll put it under the cut. Very slight spoilers to an easter egg in Ruin

Apparently there's some confusion about this in the fandom but to reiterate to everyone who doesn't know; No one knows that Bonnie was shattered and is still within the Pizzaplex

No one.

Not the technicians, not Fazbear Entertainment, not the other animatronics.

To everyone in canon, Bonnie just up and disappeared one day under mysterious circumstances.

But Lonnie! you ask, your eyes innocent and wide. That doesn't make any sense! How could a giant 7ft robot disappear???

Well, according to what we learn in Ruin, he didn't actually disappear. We as the audience know where he is and know what happened to him. Everyone else? They have NO clue.

Your first key in to this is when Gregory first sees Vanny and tries to inform Freddy. To which Freddy responds with There are no rabbits at the Mega Pizzaplex. Not anymore.

We've already seen the animatronics go through hell and back and still be functioning. We've also see how FazEnt is REALLY unwilling to change or fully decommission animatronics because of how much it'll cost unless something impossible to cover up happens (Ie. the Missing Children Incident, The Bite of 83 and The Bite of 87)

As far as we knew, Bonnie hadn't done anything that drastic. None of the Glamrocks have, so what on earth could warrant him not only being fully decommissioned, but also completely wiped from the face of the Pizzaplex?

We get the answer to this question in bits and pieces throughout SB in the form of the dufflebag notices. There are two (three if you're annoying like me) very interesting ones that allude to Bonnie's fate.

Re-Theme, MISSING, and Monty Mischief

What do all of these have in common?

Well, they tell a story, albeit a very patchy one, but a story nonetheless.

Now, its important to note here that while Bonnie was still active (either as a band member or after his retirement) Monty Golf was very much an established attraction. This means that Monty wasn't made or pushed into the Pizzaplex to replace Bonnie outright. He was just another animatronic who spent his time in his own little place and did his own thing.

In Monty Mischief, we learn about how we're to stop Monty.

ERRANT BEHAVIOR REPORT - Monty didn't show up for the main stage performance again. We found him in the same place we always do, the catwalks over Monty Golf. We can't have a repeat of last month. Someone hit the hole in one and the hurricane bucket knocked him down. Both legs were broken and required emergency parts and service work.

Monty heads onto the catwalk every now and then, which is dangerous for him because the catwalks are prefaced by the blasters and Hurricane bucket. So, Monty is in danger of getting whacked off the catwalk and getting damaged.

In MISSING, we get our first clue into what happened to Bonnie on his final night active

SECURITY REPORT - 12:24AM - Bonnie is seen leaving his green room in Rockstar Row heading East towards the atrium. 2:40AM - Bonnie enters the East Arcade. 4:12AM - Bonnie enters Monty Golf.

Now this notice doesn't explain much. But once you look deeper into it, you start to find some odd tidbits within the notice that doesn't make much sense.

At nearly 12:30am, Bonnie left his green room and headed East towards the Atrium (which is the big squarish space in the center of the Pizzaplex) To explain it better cause the map is a big nondescriptive, the Atrium is that huge area with the main stage and all of the tables that leads to each attraction

Bonnie went EAST (or right) from Rockstar Row (which is the area right above the Atrium, where all of the animatronics themed rooms are) So assuming he was standing in his green room and he walked out, he would have walked down the rightmost path, where Roxy Raceway and Bonnie Bowl are located. (On the map, that would be the lefthand side. I know, that's confusing directions wise, but it would have been HIS right being the MAP'S left)

He went towards and entered the East Arcade (which would be Fazcade according to the map. The West Arcade is the Super Starcade)

Now, Bonnie left his room at 12:24 and got to the Fazcade at 2:40. That's almost 2 hours and 16 minutes of movement time.

Now we as the audience know that it doesn't take 2 and a half hours to clear a straight walking path. Gregory (and even Freddy) can clear that distance in less that 30 in game minutes. So what took Bonnie so long?

Normally I would say that maybe he was being stopped by kids or something, but this was well after closing. There shouldn't have been any kids or autograph opportunities, and unless Bonnie was walking at a snail's pace or in slow motion, it shouldn't have taken him so long to get to the Fazcade.

The next time stamp is even weirder. At 4:12am, Bonnie entered the Monty Golf (Directly across from Roxy Raceway on the righthand side of the map while below it is the Daycare)

It took Bonnie an extra 1 hour and 32 minutes to round the rest of the Pizzaplex (assuming he didn't stop and do something in the Fazcade) and end in the Monty Golf. And then from there, the name of the transmission is "missing" and there are no further time stamps, implying that Bonnie never left Monty Golf after that point and there are no further reads on his location.

So, he spent 3 hours and 48 minutes going to two specific points on the map only to vanish without a trace.

The next notice, Re-Theme, we get a bit of the aftermath of Bonnie's disappearance.

MANAGEMENT REPORT - The bowling alley needs a re-theme. While most of the Bonnie art was removed, kids keep asking, 'Where's Bonnie?' Do we have an officially approved response?

This is a notice from management themselves. Apparently, even though Bonnie hasn't been active for a while at this point, there still isn't a company approved response for WHERE he is. Not what happened to him, WHERE he could be. This means that after Bonnie entered Monty Golf according to the timestamp and never left, they must've searched the area and ended up being unable to find him, which led to them quickly changing gears and throwing Monty forward to take over. (Which is another discussion all together, I personally don't believe Monty hurt Bonnie, despite what the game wants you to believe)

In Ruin, we see what became of Bonnie and where he actually was after all of this time.

In the rundown Bonnie Bowl at the end of the alley, there's a sign that fell to block off the pin mechanisms against the alley wall. Deactivating all of the patpats (Wet Floor Signs) in the Ruin campaign will cause the sign to be removed, leading to a little rabbit (haha) hole. Going through the hole leads to a storage/recycling area for the bowling balls (I'm not bowling alley literate, its that machine that catches the balls and sends them back to the sleeve thing near the seating/scoring area so you can get your ball back)

And, laying there amidst the ruined machinery and surrounded by four patpats, is Glamrock Bonnie

He's apparently been there for a while, but he looks relatively untouched from the decay and ruination of the other animatronics (probably because he wasn't moving around and instead was completely stationary) ((some people mention how he seems to be missing his endoskeleton/major machinery but this post isn't about what happened to him/how he was shattered, this is just about his disappearance and subsequent location))

The fact that Bonnie has just been laying here, untouched, his only company being a few bear-eared patpats, means that NO ONE knew he was back here. If the technicians or FazEnt knew he was back here, they would have repaired him. And we KNOW that they could repair him from any state of disarray or damage because we've seen and heard of this happening before (Monty with his broken legs, Vanessa mentioning to Freddy how they can "slap his shell onto another endo" if he keeps misbehaving)

And even if Bonnie couldn't be repaired enough to take the main stage again, they could at least repair his shell or make him a permanent fixture at the Bonnie Bowl and complete retire him without leaving him in the back of a bowling alley to rot away.

Now how he got back there, I've got a few theories but again, that's another post for another day. But it's a bit sad to learn that Bonnie never really disappeared. He'd been injured in some way and went back to his home to basically die, and no one knows what happened to him. Not even Freddy, who loved and misses him so much, who probably would have been so happy to learn that Bonnie was right there the whole time and all they needed to do was repair him

But he doesn't know.

No one knows.

And since that scene is an easter egg and not an actually scripted story event, there's a very good chance that no one will ever know Bonnie's final resting place.

And that's so very sad

[crystalizedcryolite]

/vent??

I am.. so sick of all this a/i stuff

Its just wrong- it takes away the beauty of all art forms, whether its writing, art, or music.

Generative a/i, character a/i, doesn't matter. It still steals from actual artists. It still steals from good, hard work, and for what? Roleplay? Free time?

It could've been great, really. Instead of using a/i to do the mundane- like chores, or using it to solve something revolutionary in the field of science and medicine, they use it for.. "art." For uncanny-valley, cocomelon-type pictures. For incorrect information in graphics AND in writing. We don't want a/i to draw and write for us so we can do chores (I saw this in a tweet once), we want a/i to do our chores so we can draw and write.

And I'm so, so sick of people acting like its a good thing, like using generative a/i is justifiable in anyway, or just cause others may be using it.

It's everywhere, now. My friend -idk if we're friends anymore, honestly- uses c-a/i and swears it's "just for roleplay," the pastor at church used generative a/i to get a picture of something from the Bible, and students at school uses ChatGPT to get the job done.

Don't they see how damaging it is to not only the art industry, but to the world?

C-a/i is never accurate to the characters they portray. They steal from fics and turn it into their generative slop. It's not even good slop! The grammar? Punctuation? Proper sentences? Don't need that, apparently! In fact, that very same "friend" showed me a screenshot of c-a/i messing up by saying Tails (from Sonic the Hedgehog) is the only one who'd be seen riding a motorcycle. And any STH fan would know that its not Tails, it's Shadow who rides a motorcycle. Tails rides a plane.

A/i "art" is even worse. I've seen how inaccurate the final stuff could be. A baby bird doesn't look like a real one when generated through that slop. It's actually damaging to how we see information. Not only that, but the "art" generated is still so, so harmful to actual artists. Who needs passion, anyway? Who needs love put into art, anyway? When generating an a/i image, you put love and passion... where, exactly? In the prompt box?

I'll explain this in hypotheticals.

Its the year 2030. You wake up and begin a brand new day.

You open a book and cringe. This doesn't look like a good plot. This doesn't look like a plot, at all?

You learn that it's written through character a/i.

You turn the TV on. All the cartoons you used to love is gone. An uncanny "cartoon" took its place, with soulless eyes and a robotic voice. You turn the TV off and go outside.

But wait- the world is.. crumbling?! That's right- A/I is bad for the Earth! It's ACTUALLY damaging the world!

And somehow- somehow- you develop a sickness, so you go to the hospital to get it checked out.

To your horror, the doctor merely shrugs and says that he doesn't know what sickness you have.

"But how could this be?! You're a doctor! You're supposed to know these things!"

You find out that the doctor used ChatGPT to get through college, and didn't actually perceive the information required.

Then you die. The speeches people read out for your funeral were generated through ChatGPT. Truly a terrible way to die.

People need to understand just why all this a/i nonsense is bad. I feel like they go, "yeah, a/i is bad" and turn around to their a/i roleplays and ChatGPT, ready to defend themselves for using that slop.

To the mentioned "friend", to the mentioned pastor, and to the students who may or may not read this;

I wish I could tell you just how bad this a/i stuff is. I wish you'd understand. I wish you'd listen.

I wish generative a/i never existed.

[britishsquidward]

Stargazing - A Chelley Week 2024 Fanfiction

Wheatley didn't really have a goal. Not anymore, not since he'd been sucked into space, left with no other choice but to float about aimlessly. So really quite literally, he didn’t have an exact goal. It was true, those first few days - weeks? Months? - had been spent rehearsing his apology over and over again (and once more to make sure), but after a while it became scarily apparent that he probably wasn't going to get out of this soundless void any time soon.

Of course there was Kevin, but he wasn't exactly the talkative sort in terms of coherent responses, so the bluer of the two had taken to chattering on to himself. Just to himself, his own brain, his own thoughts, and no-one else's, definitely never hoping or wishing that anyone else could hear him.

Or so he told himself. Maybe it was just another way to burden himself with the guilt he felt he deserved.

"Big place, this," he commented, drifting slowly and unsuitably peacefully, "space."

"SPAAAAAAAACE!"

Wheatley ignored him. "Do you ever look at all these bright holes in the sky?" he asked, trying to make it appear as though he was talking to Kevin, "Stars, I mean. They're called stars. Did you know that?"

"Staaaaaars. I'm in space," Kevin beeped, still as enthusiastic as ever.

"N-" Wheatley bit his metaphorical tongue. Kevin carrying on interrupting like this was beginning to - pardon the pun - bug him, and where his patience had temporarily run thin, he'd had to stop himself from blurting out a "not you" in the direction of the other. He had to keep up the facade. "-Yeah. Yeah, mate, you're... we're in space. Big ol' empty space..."

He took a moment to think, his eye half-lidded and his mental gears turning. "If... if and/or when you look up at these stars, I kind of wonder if maybe, by some chance, we might be looking at the same ones. They probably look different from down there, less- less 'big'," he wasn't feeling particularly jovial, and frankly he was not in the mood for stringing together long words.

It was silent for the beat that followed, what with Kevin being too enraptured in taking in every sight he could see, despite all this time they’d already been trapped. To anyone else, it'd feel soul-crushingly lonely, but to Wheatley, as a result of the conversations he’d grown accustomed to before he'd been flung up here, the silence was almost comforting; a response.

"Still not a big talker, eh?" he chuckled lightly to himself, "Dunno what I expected. Even if you could talk, which - I'm not sure whether you can, actually, I kind of assumed you were always too - you know - brain-damaged and all, but if you could, hypothetically, even then I don't think you'd be able to raise your voice just enough for me to hear- What am I talking about? Even if it did travel that far, there's no sound in space. I can't hear you. No matter how much I might want to - not that I've been thinking about it, or anything. And you can't hear me either. Not even when I say 'I'm sorry' and mean it. I'm sorry, by the way, in case you didn't catch the last -" he'd been keeping a record in his database, so sourced it, the answer coming out considerably more robotically than his usual tones, "476 - times."

He sighed, rattling himself side to side to the best of his ability as though to convey shaking his head. "I'm completely off it today, luv, I don't know what I'm saying. Of course you didn't hear it. I just explained how you couldn't have right before that. Blimmin' heck."

"Spaaaaace. Stars, stars, stars!"

"Yep, stars," Wheatley agreed half-heartedly, "some of them shine more brightly than others, don't they?” This prompted him further, “Actually, I've been wondering something else. Wondering and wondering this one, I have. If your eyesight was really good - which it bloody must be, the way you completed all those tests in the dark - then maybe, by some chance, some miracle, when you look up at these stars, and we’re looking at the same ones, you might also catch sight of me."

A sweet concept, he thought. One that brought him restfulness, hope, a foreign warm, tingling feeling bubbling up from deep inside his circuits. Finally he felt something. It wasn't much, but it had been a while before he'd finally experienced - emotion identified - happiness. 

And that lasted all of three seconds, before the anxiety in him revved up, and he was off backtracking and justifying himself once more. "N-Not that I'm saying you would or should be, or that you'd want to - because I'd completely, totally understand if you didn't want to look up here at me, after what I did. I wouldn't want to look up at me either, not with how bossy and monstrous and- getting off topic, I'm getting off topic, um, yes, I'm not saying that I want you to, either, because I don't. Well, I don't mean it like that, I mean as in I want you to, but I don't want want you to, yeah? Does- does that make sense? Yes? It does? Great, fab, let's crack on, then."

In every sense of the action, Wheatley didn't need to take a breath in, but he did so regardless. "Right, so. M-my point. I guess I... I wondered if maybe you could see me because... To put it bluntly, I miss you."

There was no point in trying to pretend he was still talking to Kevin at this point. He'd long passed the point of no return; if pretending he wasn't talking to that lovely test subject was a bar on the ground, he'd still manage to trip over it anyway. And he had, but by this point, he’d accepted it. In fact-

Core communication transmission disabled.

"Sorry, Kev, I need to focus.”

A little while passed as he reflected on his situation, on his choices, on his words. “And if we're looking up at the same stars, right now even, then this is sort of like my way of being close to you in some form. Not that I'd want to hear that from me if I were you, but it's- it's me trying to be kind, honest! You don't deserve what I did, I'm- I-I'm like that pathetic little star off in the distance, there," he made an attempt to gesture and failed miserably, "small, and- annnd in the distance. Not very... bright. But you, oh, man alive, you..."

Being pulled across slightly in his orbit, Wheatley was turned around and ended up facing a star much, much closer by. "Huh, what a coincidence... But, yes, this. There's a lot of these, but I can't always see how bright they are, because um, well, because my back is turned sometimes. Which! That's not my fault, actually, I don't have much control in zero gravity surprisingly, so I struggle to revolve at times. But even though I can't see them all the time, it doesn't mean it doesn't shine as brightly as when I could see it, yanno?"

Silence. He was giving her time to respond. Time to respond to his hopeless, unheard monologue. "Whenever I see one of these," he admitted, completely overtaken by the hollow, weighty feeling that now ate at his insides, scratching at his servos and gnawing at his wires, all bitter and uncomfortable, "a star that shines particularly brightly, I close my optic."

He did so, letting the horrid simulated emotional pain wash over him in one fell swoop.

"And I think of you."

[starsenha]

DUET - lemme kms (chapter 3)

You stood in the middle of the dance studio, your arms crossed tightly over your chest as you stared at Jay, who was leaning against the mirrored wall with that infuriating smirk on his face. It was the only time you had to reherase the duet for regionals. Just a couple of hours four times a week. That was it.

"Alright, let’s get this over with,’’ you huffed, tossing your water bottle aside. ‘’We need to Strat with the basics. What kind of vibe are we going for?’"

Jay raised an eyebrow, pushing off the wall and strolling over to you with an easy and confident walk. "Hip hop obviously. Something cool and fun would be good."

"Cool and fun?" your tone was skeptical. "We're supposed to impress the judges though, not make them laugh."

Jay rolled his eyes, hands on his hips. "You're taking this too seriously, sunshine."

Your eyes narrowed at the nickname. He had been calling you that ever since you got paired up, and it was driving you crazy. "Don't call me that," you snapped, your voice cold. "And this is serious, we don't have time to mess around."

"Relax, sunshine," he repeated with a grin, clearly enjoying how much it irked you. "We'll figure it out; we've got weeks to perfect this."

"Weeks that'll fly by if we don't start working on the choreo right now," you walked over to the sound system, scrolling through your playlist.

Jay followed you, leaning in closer than necessary as he looked at your phone screen. You could feel his breath on your neck, and you had to resist the urge to shove him away. “How about this one?” you suggested, pointing to a bass-heavy track with a strong beat.

Jay made a face. “Too slow. We need something that’ll really get the crowd going. What about this?” He reached over and selected a fast-paced, aggressive track.

You frowned. “That’s too fast. The judges won’t even be able to see the moves with a beat that fast.”

“That’s because you can’t keep up,” Jay teased, nudging your shoulder.

You shot him a glare. “I can keep up just fine, and you know it. But it’s not about speed, it’s about precision.”

“Speed and precision,” Jay countered, clearly enjoying the back-and-forth. “We can do both.”

You rolled your eyes and finally gave in. “Fine. We’ll try it your way, but if it doesn’t work, we’re going with my song.”

“Deal.” Jay grinned as if he’d won some great victory.

You spent the next hour trying to choreograph the first few sections of the routine, but it quickly became apparent that you were getting nowhere. You wanted clean, sharp movements that emphasized control and technique. Jay, on the other hand, was all about flair and big, showy moves, like he usually was. Every time you suggested something, Jay had a counter-suggestion, and it always ended in bickering.

“Your arms need to be straighter,” You said, demonstrating the move for the hundredth time. “Like this.”

Jay imitated you with an exaggerated motion, a mocking smile on his lips. “Like this, sunshine? Or should I be even stiffer?”

Your jaw clenched. “Stop fucking calling me that! And no, it’s not about being stiff. It’s about being precise.”

“Well, you’re starting to sound like we're in the military or something. Loosen up a bit.” He leaned in closer, his smirk widening. “Or is little Miss Perfect scared of not being perfect for once?”

“That’s not—” You started, but Jay was already moving into the next part of the routine, adding a flourish that completely threw off the timing.

“See? Like this!” Jay said, his tone teasing as he twisted the move into something flashy.

“No, no, no!” You exclaimed, stepping forward to stop him. “You’re totally ruining the flow. We need to keep it tight.”

Jay laughed, clearly not taking you seriously. “You’re such a control freak, sunshine. Maybe that’s why you can’t handle a little improvisation.”

You could feel your patience wearing thin. “And maybe you’re just incapable of sticking to a plan.”

“Plans are boring. Dance is supposed to be fun, not robotic.”

“It’s not robotic if it’s done right! It’s called being disciplined, something you clearly know nothing about," you said, crossing your arms over your chest.

Jay’s grin faded slightly, and his eyes narrowed. “Maybe you should try stepping out of your comfort zone for once. Might do you some good.”

You opened her mouth to retort, but the words stuck in your throat. As much as you hated to admit it, Jay had a point—you were always focused on being perfect, and it frustrated you that he could be so relaxed about something so important. But there was no way you were going to let him know that. Instead, you just called a 5minutes break and walked over to your water bottle. You two spent the next 5 minutes without exchanging a single word, and honestly, it was relieving you.

When you went back to practice, the sun had dipped below the horizons already. The overhead lights cast a harsh glare on the polished wooden floor, reflecting the tension between the two dancers. You were sweating from exertion and frustration as you tried one last time to get through to Jay.

“Jay, can we please just focus?” you snapped, your patience hanging by a thread. You were standing in the middle of the studio, your hands clenched into fists at your sides. “We’re not getting anywhere because you won’t stop messing around!”

Jay, who had been spinning lazily on one foot with a smug grin on his face, stopped and faced you. “I’m not messing around, sunshine. I’m trying to keep things light. You’re the one who’s being all tense and uptight.”

“There you go again!” Your voice was sharp, echoing off the walls of the empty studio. “You keep calling me that like it’s some kind of joke. I’m done with this, Jay. I’m done with you not taking anything seriously!”

Jay’s expression hardened, but he couldn’t resist getting in one last jab. “Maybe if you didn’t take everything so seriously, you wouldn’t be so miserable right now.”

Your eyes flashed with anger. “I’m miserable because you’re impossible to work with!”

“Funny, I was thinking the same thing about you.” Jay crossed his arms over his chest, his posture defiant. “Maybe we’re just not meant to do this together.”

“For once, I actually agree with you,” you shot back, grabbing your water bottle and towel from the floor. You were fuming, your entire body tense with irritation. “I’m done for tonight. I can’t stand another minute of this,” you said, taking your bag and belongings and heading towards the door.

Jay shrugged as if your words didn’t bother him, but you caught the slight flicker of something in his eyes—something that almost looked like regret. “Fine. We’ll pick it up wednesday, sunshine.”

You didn't even respond this time. You just turned on your heel and stromed out of the studio, the door slamming shut behind you. As you walked down the hallway, you tried to calm your racing heart. You hated how easily Jay could rile you up.

When you reached the exit of the building, you found Chaeryeong and Sunghoon waiting for you in the lobby. Chaeryeong was scrolling through her phone, but Sunghoon immediately looked up when he heard your footsteps. His eyes narrowed as he took in your flushed face and the tight line of your mouth.

“Hey, what happened?” Sunghoon asked, his voice laced with concern. He stepped closer, his protective instincts kicking in as he studied your expression.

You shook her head, trying to brush it off. “Nothing. Just a frustrating practice.”

Chaeryeong looked up from her phone and raised an eyebrow. “Frustrating? You look like you’re ready to kill someone.”

“Yeah, and I’m guessing that someone’s name starts with a ‘J’ and ends with an ‘ay’,” Sunghoon said, his tone darkening. “What did he do this time?”

You sighed, running a hand through your damp hair due to the sweat. “He just kept… I don’t know, he kept pushing my buttons. He wouldn’t stop calling me ‘sunshine’ and acting like none of this matters. It’s like he enjoys fucking with me.”

Sunghoon’s jaw tightened, and his eyes flashed with anger. “He called you that again? I’m gonna have a word with him.”

“Sunghoon, it’s fine,” you said quickly, grabbing his arm before he could march back into the studio. “It’s just Jay being Jay. He knows how to get under my skin, and I let him. I’ll deal with it.”

“Yeah, but you shouldn’t have to,” Sunghoon replied, his voice softer but still edged with protectiveness. “You’re working your ass off, and he’s just… messing with you? That’s not okay.”

“Hoon's right,” Chaeryeong chimed in, slipping her phone into her pocket. “Jay’s always been a bit of a pain, but if he’s making this harder for you, we’ll back you up. You don’t have to deal with him alone.”

You smiled faintly, grateful for your friends’ support. “Thanks, guys. But really, it’s okay. I’m just tired and frustrated. I’ll figure it out.”

Sunghoon wasn’t convinced. “If he keeps this up, I’m not going to just stand by. You know that, right?”

“I know,” you replied softly, reassuringly squeezing his arm. “But I can handle Jay. He’s not worth getting worked up over.”

Sunghoon’s expression softened slightly, but you could still see the protectiveness in his eyes. “Just remember, you don’t have to handle everything on your own.”

Chaeryeong nodded in agreement. “We’ve got your back, babes. Always.”

Your heart warmed at their words, the frustration from the practice starting to ebb away. “I know. And I appreciate it. Now, can we get out of here, please? I need to clear my head.”

“Absolutely,” Chaeryeong said, looping her arm through yours. “Let’s get you some food and forget about annoying dance partners for a while.”

Sunghoon lingered for a moment, glancing back at the studio doors with a frown. “If he tries anything else, you tell me. Got it?”

“Got it,” you promised, giving him a small smile.

As the three of you walked out into the cool night air, you couldn’t help but feel a little better. The tension from the practice was still there, simmering under the surface, but with Chaeryeong and Sunghoon by your side, it didn’t feel quite as overwhelming.

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[gildedmuse]

With credit towards @jhaernyl who shared some fantastic doctor/surgeon humor with me that ended up leading to.....

The ZoLaw AU No One Asked For...

Where Law is a surgeon on some small Northern Island.

Recently Transfered Nurse Sabo: Excuse me, sir, there is a man here? Roronoa Zoro. He's apparently suffered a small injury.

Law: *sighs* Let me guess, that loudmouthed robot made him come in.

Nurse Sabo: No, he-

Law: Robo-ya's wife then. At least one of them is sensible.

Sabo: He came alone, sir, said he was training and suddenly felt something was off balance. I couldn't -

Law: *Going completely still*

Law: *Turning and grabbing the poor new trainee by the shoulders* QUICK! Answer me this: did he finish his training?

Sabo: Err, no, he said he was worried and he came right in so-

Law: BEPO GRAB THE CRASH CART! WE HAVE A CODE GREEN!!!

Law rooming down the whole hospital.

Law: WE CANT LET HIM GET AWAY HE IS SERIOUSLY INJURED *Pointing dramatically as Shachi and Penguin nod to one another, both grab jing gurneys and blocking off the ER exit*

Zoro: *Raising an eyebrow, though also still suspiciously holding onto his arm* Honestly, Torao it was no big deal, I feel fine now.

Law: *sighs* Zoro-ya... *looking down at the floor.*

*....And there is just a trail of blood on the floor leading to Zoro who is holding into his arm which he has (roughly) bandaged on.*

Zoro: What?

Law: .... Zoro-ya, give me your arm. Now.

Zoro: Torao, I told you, its fine, I just needed some ba-

Law: Give. Me. Your. Arm.

Zoro: Tch *hands over his stupid traitor arm*

Trainee Nurse Rebecca: *passes out cold*

Law: Zoro-ya, what has Law said about cutting off your own limbs!?

Zoro: But you always fix it and it was easier than-

Law: That's not the point Zoro-ya! You can't just cut off limbs whenever it's easy!

Sabo: So are they always like this?

Older HCA Ikkaku, who is used to these idiots: *holds out popcorn bucket to share*

No words. Her show is on.

Sabo: But none of the TVs are-Ooooh HCA Ikkaku: I said shhh!

Ikkaku: Roronoa just mentioned Doctor Trafalgar just being sour over Zoro's ankle stitches. That ALWAYS leads to drama.

2nd HCA aka Perona: *appearing from nowhere to grab a handful of popcorn* Doctor Trafalgar hates those scars. Everyone in the hospital - depth, probably the whole town - knows as much. Law doesn't exactly make it a secret.

Like catching someone up on a your favorite long running television show.

Only its live and one of the people is holding a detached bloody arm.

Ikkaku: *ignoring the wide eyes stare from young nurse* Ooh, Looks like Roronoa is going to let him attach it.

Perona: *giggling* Doctor Trafalgar is gonna give him such a hard time! Horohoro, I'll bet he wouldn't even call for the anesthesiologist!

Law: AND DON'T BOTHER GETTING CESEAR! WE'RE DOING THIS NOW!

Ikkaku: Yo, new guy, stop just standing around and get your pal there off the floor.

Perona: And hurry up, we doesn't want to miss when Roronoa finally smiles. Doctor Trafalgar goes bright red! It's SOOO cute! 💕

She's right, too, as anyone whose worked there long enough will attest. It's the best part of the whole show.

The trainee and new transfer are not sure about all this, but the employees who have worked there awhile seem to be.... enjoying it?

Law: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, IDIOT!? WHAT IF I WASN'T HERE TODAY!? AND DON'T JUST ACT LIKE IT WAS A MINOR PAIN!!!

Zoro: Hey! Last time, when Robin made me come (damn noisy witch) and I showed the lady what was wrong, she passed out and you got all-

Law: Because you can't just show our poor check in team a gaping chest wound, Zoro-ya!

Law: *eyebrow twitching* Still! You're supposed to mention when you've CUT OFF YOUR OWN ARM!

It doesn't seem fair for Torao is getting so upset with him, especially since this time Zoro came in without even being made to. Oh, and he knew it wouldn't be a problem! Torao is the best surgeon in the world, Zoro knew he'd be able to fix him.

Sure enough.....

Zoro: Oye, Torao! Look at that! It's good as new! *Bright, sharp smile* See, ai knew there was a reason we kept you around!

Law: *immediately frozen*

HCA Ikkaku: *nudges nurse* Wait for it...

Law: *frozen*

HCA Perona: *holding onto the trainee Nurse too tightly, eyes wide* Here it comes....

Law: *whole face turns bright pink, pulling his surgery mask up as if hiding* Whatever you idiot! Now, stop getting yourself hurt! I'm not sewing on any other limbs for another month at least, I swear!

Zoro: You are the best, Torao *smile getting even brighter*

Perona: 💕 Ahh, aren't they so cute? 💕

Rebecca: Are they?

Sabo: Or are they just scary?

Zoro: *still with that sharp smile as he twists his arm, practicing all his sword moves. Absolutely glowing with pride* Not even a scar, doc. You really are the best.

Law: Of course I didn't leave a scar! I'm not some useless sack of flesh like that Hogsback asshole. I would never leave you with an unwanted mark.

Zoro: *still studying his arm, smile becoming softer, warmer* You know... I wouldn't mind a little mark. So long as it was from you.

And Law's mask gets pulled up so high he's practically got his eyes covered.

(It's both.)

(They're both adorable and scary.)

[spiderh0rse]

whoops short fic in the tag

Fool hit the bed of flowers hard, as always. Not the best part of being down here, he'll be honest. A parrot lands in front of him and kicks his hand.

"Doovid," Fool greets. "Did you pick up a parrot while I was gone?"

"Fool! You're back!"

---

Doovid didn't have much news about the state of the Kingdom, just something about a gradually developing rivalry with Leon, as the conflicting airline and boat transit fought for customers. Doovid was fairly sure it was friendly, but Fool elects to not use the airline, anyways. Leon's been around all seven times Fool's fallen, and he's not going to get on his bad side now.

He walks through the snowy forest instead. Ruby and Viking catch him in the act, as they are prone to do.

"Trog's probably seen you by now," Ruby tells him.

"Did they finally get local omniscience, or..."

Viking laughs at him. "Nah, they're the lead scientist now. Avid had to step down."

"Really, now?"

"Yeah, he kind of got his SOUL split in two? We're not too sure where the other half of him is. There's been search parties, though!"

Viking's new outfit is apparently just as new as it looks. Or maybe newer. It was an anniversary gift from Avid, and he hasn't taken it off since, which explains the three weeks worth of cat hair.

Asking after what else is new yields a lot. M1g's dead, but there was a massive cloning project at some point, trying to see if they could artificially create more human souls via hybrid nonsense, and of all the attempts, M1g took best.

There's a single clone each of Ruby (Rue is apparently NOT made of gems. There was also an incident regarding Vintage, but that's smoothed out.), Milkman (who Ruby and Viking both refuse to spoil some kind of surprise about), and Trog. Then there's apparently been hundreds of M1gs. Not all of them lived long, but the ones that did passed around the stories of the original, so there's a good chance they'll know some things about Fool.

"Don't tell Vintage," Ruby says with a wink, "but she's lived a lot longer than most would expect from her species of tree."

---

About as soon as he sets foot in the marsh, Josh pops up from the ground.

"I was wondering where you went."

"My patch at the jungle wasn't doing too hot. Here's more comfortable anyways."

Fool looks around the damp cavern, then back to the mushroom man in front of him. "I'd imagine so."

---

He does stumble across the witches, eventually. Tea catches him having issues with the mud and simply picks him up and moves him out. The mud slides right off her leaves. Their houses are as nice as ever, and have started to grow that soft glowing lichen that pervades the place.

Marmalade sloshes her way out of some crypt-like structure in the ground, her mud all over the ground behind her, gradually creeping back towards her. The fish in her kelp flit about.

It's not surprising that these two have lasted centuries, frankly. He doesn't know the particulars of what they do, but it's powerful stuff. Marmalade exposits briefly on the both of them searching for Avid's missing half. It's not really their business, but they think he'd like it.

---

Milkman grins as he runs across the lobby of the apartment building/hotel, which is a fascinating sight, considering he did not have legs the last time Fool saw him. Or arms, he reflects, as they greet each other with a firm hug.

"So you're a robot, now?"

"Kinda. I managed to talk a couple folks into building me something with limbs, and in I went!"

Fool nods. "I hope you don't mind my asking, but-"

"Not yet, no," Milkman sighs. "I'm still trying to get the moustache perfect."

"You'll get it soon," Fool promises.

"Oh, sure, but you'd better be around to see it happen!"

"I'm planning on an in and out, frankly. It should be my last time down here, unless one of my older SOULs broke."

"No, no. You're right. Come back quick, though."

"As soon as I can. Maybe sixteen, if I'm lucky."

"You're lucky that half of us down here cheat death in some way."

"Don't I know it."

---

The Barrier breaks later that day. The Underground emerges into the Surface, for the most part. Josh and Leon take a bit to uproot themselves (literally or via business.)

Sure enough, Fool arrives at their new town at the base of the mountain, freshly eighteen for the eighth time.

[averageclawcodeenjoyer]

Thinking thoughts again guys.

Thinking about Ganke (42)

More SPECIFICALLY thinking about Ganke as Doc Oct. Or at least, a variant.

I MEAN COME ON!!! TRYING TO GET ACROSS DIMENSIONS?? STUDYING THAT SHIT? That may be more of a 1610 Miles thing but I like to think that both Ganke"s are REALLY interested in it too. Or at least 42 is.

I feel like with the way their world is too, 42 Ganke is more likely to get a position at Alchemax. At the very LEAST for their science and tech and ease of access to stuff for his own projects.

But like. Come on. Look at him.

I just wanted to show that picture...

Assuming we know nothing(or little) about this Ganke's parents, is it too daring to think that, perhamps, his mother is Doc Oct? Or father, if we're being different. Just A PARENT in general?

And maybe I just like projecting onto them, but also maybe like... do you see what I'm getting at. Her ass probably hates kids. And isn't easily impressed. So imagine having a kid you probably don't even want (for science? Maybe.... more angst potential..) and he grows up absolutely DESPERATE to please you and get told that you're proud of him and that he's enough. And then he gets to an age where he no longer has to rely on you (or other people, her ass did nothing to raise him), and he starts thinking for himself, and since you're all bad and evil and stuff you realize something.

This whole entire time, the past thirteen long, dreadful years of your life, you haven't been using your full potential.

You have a pawn right at your fingertips.

A young mind full of turmoil and the overwhelming need to please you.

Someone who can be easily molded.

Manipulated.

Shaped.

Formed.

You have a tool.

Just sitting on the couch right in front of you. An entire person of just wasted potential. One who was sat on his ass for his entire life and done nothing (in her opinion)

And if you're all evil and bad, what are you gonna do with that information?

You're going to use it.

"Hey son I know I haven't really talked to you since your birthday three years ago but how would you like an opportunity to get close to the very grand and very loving mother that I suddenly am?"

He's going to say yes. That's like giving a mouse a cookie.

The chance to be with his mom some more? To finally get the chance to prove to her that he is worth loving? The answer might as well be a flashing neon green sign. Capital letters. Y-E-S. Because why wouldn't he

So she starts training him, in small ways at first, going easy on him since he's still just a boy, really, but gradually working him up with harder and harder tasks and missions until he's finally earned himself a pair of his own robotic octopus arms (that he had to engineer and build himself)

And FINALLY for ONCE in his fucking LIFE he is making his mom PROUD OF HIM. He finally gets the love, the praise, the appreciation he's craved ever since he was a toddler.

Ooh, and he's doing such a good job hacking into top secret shit and files and such a good job stealing and doing his mother's dirty work and-- what's this?

There's this new kid on the block.

Apparently, the old Prowler's retired. His alliance fell through. And the new Prowler? His loyalty has completely flipped. Motives, too.

Instead of aiding them in raids and taking out enemies, he's now actively ATTACKING them and foiling their missions.

Instead of being a villain like the rest of them, he's suddenly trying to get RID of the villains?

The fuck is this guy's problem.

Who does he think he IS suddenly poking his nose into shit he DOESNT belong in?? SCREWING UP GANKE'S CHANCE WITH HIS MOM!!! The chance he's been waiting SIXTEEN YEARS FOR! Oh, he's pissed.

He overhears hears his mom talking at a meeting about a plan to try and lure and trap this kid to get him off their asses (he's a master at sneaking and eavesdropping at this point.. even just to hear his mother's voice and think up ways he can make her like him) and he decided that this is his moment. His calling. His purpose.

That very night, he decides to make the Prowler (junior, as they're calling him) his very own personal mortal enemy.

But little does he know

The guy he's constantly trying to kill every night?

His roommate.

Yeah, The Prowler Junior(™️) is his high school roommate and (soon to be) certified best friend.

Blah blah blah they fight all the time oh but now they're chill and- I just blinked why are you guys kissing and holy hell your mother found out and tells you that you don't deserve your last name and will never live up to your potential (which, she claims she knew this, which is why she gave him his father's last name and not her own. Lee.) and you're fighting with Miles again and yet oh God now you've been disowned and have to go to him for help Oh No That's Bad What.

:3

Do you see the appeal. I need to draw him. And make more of this AU. What should I call it? I'll be thinking.. also open to suggestions I'm Bad at naming stuff......

OKAY BYE

[alex31624]

Duck Comic Reading Club Week 20: Paperinik New Adventures: Extraordinary Repairs

Ok, Camera, Action wasn't good, but I'm sure PK will be back on track with this issue. Let's go…

Oh God no… is Gianmarco Villa, the guy from Urk, the worst looking issue so far…

Why I have to keep suffering?

That was my actual first impression, but as I kept reading I realize that this issue looks pretty good. The problems of Urk aren't here. I apologize Mr. Villa.

The story begins with Angus reporting how PK stopped a criminal, but not in his usual way. He was a bit more profesional. That of course made everyone freak out. Angus Fangus, a professional reporter? Must be sick.

But the kiwi has a possible scoop. He knows that Everett Ducklair disappeared every now and then, and he has a way into his secret lair. His boss shutted down the idea, afraid of the legal consequence.

Here, I have to give credit to Angus, he's a jerk, but has guts.

This intrusion doesn't go unnoticed. Angus shenanigans cut Uno access to some levels, and our favorite IA sent PK to the rescue.

And here comes what I think is the best part of the story. Camera 9.

I didn't get the Camera 9 love at first, but a mysterious retired fearless photographer, you have to love him.

He saw PK and his instincts kick in. He has to follow a story when is right in front of him.

Fangus kept tapping any button in front of him and that causes some problems for PK. He was about to be crushed but he was saved last second.

Camera 9 introduced himself as Stefan Vladuck, and I'm betting my brother-in-law's arm that that's an alias. Anyway, PK now has a partner.

Meanwhile, Angus made a terrible discover.

Look, I hate Angus, but, if you find a scientific millionaire genius' secret lair full of crazy weapons, you're gonna make assumptions. Is fair to think that Everett Ducklair is planning a massive attack.

Back to PK and Stefan, they're attacked by the security system. The action in this issue is perfectly drawn. Once again, I apologize Mr. Villa.

I've seen much worse.

Please, someone tell me that there's a huge one shot about Camera 9 life.

Then, we found the greatest weapon in Everett's arsenal.

THAT'S A FREAKING MECHA T-REX!

Holy mother of God, that's so freaking amazing. PK! Take that T-Rex and go fight crime!

Angus is convinced that Everett is trying to take over the town, and his absence is a facade. And here, he turned on is fanfiction writer powers and said that Everett is PK.

Is so funny he said that Everett and PK don't look alike, while working with Donald almost everyday.

There's more PK and Stefan action against robots, and Angus finally show his face to the hero.

Why is the centaur open and with the keys?

Also, why take the centaur when you found a freaking Mecha T-Rex?

Angus runs away, and PK is done for. All Tower secret are about to told and he will be marked as a criminal.

Ja! Yeah, no way buddy, Uno has a plan.

He sent Angus to the roof, and we have one of the best PK looks ever. He looks so frightening, absolutely marvelous.

And then...

YES! YES! YES!

HE DID IT! PK HAS KILL ANGUS!

The men pray, the women cry, the kids laugh. The world is hugging. Today we're happier. Thank you PK, thank you…

Oh. It was a hologram. That works too I guess.

PK and Stefan brought Angus to the lobby and left him on a sofa. All the other Channel 00 workers found him and he proceeded to tell his story up to the moment PK throw him to his doom.

We're back to the status quo. Angus is a weird crazy that somehow is still employee (also, why's he the anchor? who though people would like to see his face?) and PK secret identity will live another day.

Or is it?

That smile while he said best friend.

Camera 9 you bastard, you're awesome.

We're so back with this issue. So full of action and with a Camera 9 who steals the spotlight. When PK is good, is really good.

Of course, we have more of Trip, son of Raider, who apparently is terrible at sports. He can't play even a few seconds.

But he has his chances to prove himself, he only needs to stop a penalty kick. Not bragging, but I'm really good at that. Anyway, Trip couldn't and instead of suck it up, he went back in time and stopped the ball. Trip is a hero.

But he's also a proud jerk, and needs to feel the glory again, but he fails. Loser again.

But turns out, Raider, who was wearing his best Marge Simpson wig, interfered with the ball, making Trip fail. Harsh but fair. I hope Trip learnt his lesson.

Only three reviews left.

[rogerswifesblog]

Request for a story where Steve hopelessly falls in love with the new hire for the avengers/ stark industries marketing department. So Natasha immediately sets up that she helps him with all things social media

Thank you for the request! I hope you like it, let me know!

Requests are open!

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: It's your first day at Stark Industries...and Natasha seems to notice Steve's little crush on you.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Steve Rogers x SI!employee!reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none I'd say

Keep in mind English is not my first language!

Nervously you entered Starks office. It was your first day at work and you were supposed to come here first. Probably to meet Tony himself-you we're supposed to take care of the marketing department of Stark Industries.

You've dreamt about this since you were in high school. This moment. Entering Starks office, meeting Tony stark himself. You haven't met him, since the job interview was with Pepper-and she was great. Such a friendly and likeable woman.

"Come in, Mrs Y/N", a robotic voice said, after you knocked on Starks office door. Slightly surprised you looked up. Wow. So it was really true-stark had a artificial intelligence in his whole building. Incredible.

You opened the door, a big smile on your face. "Good Morning, Mr Stark", you said while looking at the man mentioned. Your smile slightly fell when you saw the other person sitting in the room in front of Starks desk.

No way.

No fu-

"Cap-Captain-hi-yhm, I mean-Good morning", you said flustered.

Why was he  here? Of course you knew him. Actually you wrote an essay about him in Highschool. And in college.

God. This was embarrassing. You've never had a crush on anybody...besides him. Captain America. Steve Rogers.

Steve seemed to feel pretty much the same. As soon as you entered the room, he blushed. He could feel his whole body being on fire.

Of course Tony noticed this. A smirk appeared on his lips, while he slowly drank a sip from his coffee. "Hello, new employee. I guess you're here to introduce yourself-Y/N, right?", he started talking, while slowly looking back to Steve, who apparently thought the floor must be incredibly interesting, so intense he was starring at it.

You looked back from Steve to Tony. You could feel your cheeks heat up. "Yes, yes that's me. I'm here for marketing department and also the social media for Stark industries?", you asked, since you weren't sure about the last part. Pepper told you this could be a possibility-social media is important for Stark industries and Stark himself-but he wasn't allowed to post anything. It didn't surprise you to hear that...not after the last incident.

Tony nodded, while he gestured you to sit down.

He gestured to the chair in front of his desk.

Right next to Steve.

Oh god.

Deep breaths.

You slowly sat down, giving Steve a small-and tense-smile. He looked away.

Oh wow, great.

"Well, Y/N, Pepper already told me you seemed perfect for the job, so-", the door interrupted Tony mid sentence. Natasha-fucking-Romanoff just entered the room.

Oh god, please no.

A smirk crossed her lips, while she came to Steve and put her hands on his shoulders. "Hi Tony-I think our Gramps forgot he was supposed to train with me", her words made Steve sigh. He was used to the teasing of his teammates. Yet there was something different this time-

A quiet chuckle.

You.

He immediately looked up, which made you look away.

The two of you blushed.

Natasha and Tony noticed your reactions and looked at each other for a moment. Both of them smirked knowingly, while the two of you looked away from each other.  Clueless.

"Well, let's go, fossil or do you need help getting up?", Natasha teased. Steve sighed again and shook his head. "That's I don't need help with getting anything up", his whole face burned. He was mortified. Why did he say it like that? The whole room went quite, while everyone looked at Steve.

Wordlessly he quickly stood up. "We should-training", he mumbled while grabbing Natasha arm and leaving the room with her-the red head started laughing.

As you looked back at Steve, your eyes met. A small smile spread over your lips, before you looked away. So did Steve.

Tony watched the two of you with his eyebrows raised.

He may or may not texted Natasha something about what he saw-of course she already knew.

"So Steve-how's your Twitter going?", natasha asked Steve, while blocking one of his punches. He sighed. They had this conversation way too often. Natasha knew he didn't want any social media-at least nothing as Captain America. Just some small accounts he could use to scroll through Instagram or Twitter, but nothing where he would post. It's just not...him.

Slowly he put his hands down and shook his head. "Come on Nat, we've talked about it. The world doesn't need a...a Twitter account for Captain America", he mumbled, grabbing his water bottle and taking a sip. Unimpressed Nat raised one of her perfect eyebrows. „Whatever you say...Captain Iceberg." A cocky smile on her face. She already had a great idea...

This job was great. You loved it.

Tony was a better boss than the one you had before-and you could actually work in your department and not be the one who brought everyone coffee. That's what happened at your old workplace.

An hour before finishing, Tony came into your small office-which was also new, you never had your own office before. "I have a request for you-the last one for today. Natasha needs some help with a little...social media problem. Could you take a look? I let JARVIS know to let you out on the right floor", he said.

With a friendly smile on your lips you left with Tony your office and went to the elevator. "I'm sure it'll be fun", Tony said and guided you to the elevator with a cheeky smile. Before the door closed you could him hear saying something about...the captains floor? What?

Before you could process everything, the door opened.

You looked straight into the muscular chest of Steve Rogers himself. Slowly you looked up. "Hello Captain", you mumbled quietly, blushing. A small smile appeared on Steve's face. He seemed nervous.

"Hi-what-? What are you doing here?", the man before you asked, while stepping aside, to let you in.

Walking this closely next to him, made your whole body tingle.

Slightly nervous you took out your phone. "Tony told me Natasha needed help with social media? But I think he send me to the wrong floor-I'll call him and-" "Nope, you're in the right place...Natasha did it", he interrupted you quietly mumbling. He sighed. Of course Natasha had to pull something like that.

"She wants me to make a Captain America account on Twitter and Instagram. I don't really need that, but she thinks it could be useful." While telling you this, he put his hand on your lower back and guided you on the sofa to sit. Only a few seconds he realised it. Immediately he withdrew his hand from you, like if you had burned him. Steve could feel his cheeks heating up. God, would this blushing ever stop?

"It's a nice idea. You could use it to spread...awareness, love and important informations, you know? I can help you with making an account...that's kinda my job", you giggled in the end, which also made Steve smile.

Maybe he should give it a try. It had nothing with you to do, of course. But it definitely didn't hurt, that you would have to be here and sit with him for as long as he needed to create the accounts....

You looked at him for a moment. He raised his eyebrows slightly up. Did he had something on his face?

„Your phone“, you said with a slight smile on your face. Steve immediately nodded and looked down at his pants, where he had his phone. His face turned red-or maybe it still was-while he gave your phone over.

The corner of your lips twitched upwards. “Please enter the code and open Instagram, Captain.” “Steve-just-just call me Steve”, he mumbled, while doing what you asked him to do. Once again he gave you his phone.

“Great, thank you, Ca-Steve.”

Slightly Steve leaned over you, to watch you while you…whatever you were doing. You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing while looking at his Instagram account. “Brooklynboy1918? Really, Steve? I can’t believe you have a secret account”, grinning you couldn’t stop yourself from typing in your Instagram account and follow yourself.

Steve Rogers was your crush since Highschool-you would let your chances go by.

You still felt a bit flustered about doing that.

“Let’s…make the Captain account for you”, you mumbled. You could feel Steve lean over you-and it made your heart race. Why did he had to be so close? God it made your whole body tremble slightly.

Steve didn’t even noticed at first how close he was. Not until he could smell your sweet perfume. You smelt so, so good…

Immediately he backed away a bit. God, that was embarrassing. You probably thought he was weird, leaning over you like that.

You tried to not to show how shaky your hands were, while you thought about a Instagramname for Steve’s new account. Yet, it wasn’t easy to concentrate. Steve was just…so close. You could smell his shampoo. He smelled so good…so fresh and clean. You just wanted to bury yourself in his chest. Smell him, feel him…

Slightly your eyes widened when you realised what you were thinking about. “S-so, the account is made. Now let’s…do something about the profile picture. Maybe a picture from the photoshoot you had a month ago?”, you muttered, which made Steve smile a bit. You knew about his photoshooting. It made his heart jump, even though he had no idea why.

Steve nodded. “Yes, that’s a good idea. I liked a few photos from this one.”

It only took a few minutes finding the right photo-and you really had to pull yourself together not to ogle all of his photos you could find on the internet.

“Now to the biography, tell the world something about you, Steve…”

Within half an hour Steve had a Instagram and Twitter account just for Captain America.

And also Steve’s food had arrived, that he had ordered, before he found out you’d come to help him. It was enough for the two of you, since Steve always ordered a lot of food.

“Look, you’re getting followers. Told you it was a great idea. Natasha was right”, you said while taking another bite from your pizza slice. Steve already ate six, while you were at you second-and there were still three whole pizzas on the table.

Leaning back, Steve let out a quite sigh. “Maybe I should’ve done it sooner”, he mumbled while looking from his phone back to you.

Or maybe that was the perfect time to make these accounts. At least he spend some time with you.

You looked at your watch and gasped. “Oh, I should get going. My shift-“ “just stay for a bit longer”, Steve interrupted you.

The two of you smiled slightly, while blushing again.

You liked seeing Steve blush…and you were curious how far this blush could go…

“A bit longer probably wouldn’t hurt”, you mumbled flustered, biting in your slice.

A big smile crossed Steve’s lips.

Maybe he should thank Natasha for this.

Speaking of the devil, a massage brought him out of his thoughts. He looked back at his phone. “Natasha says it’s also important that I make a tinder account? What’s that?”, by the way you started laughing, he assumed it was, in fact, not needed.

He definitely will not thank Natasha for anything.

You but your bottom lip slightly. “Of course we can reconsider a tinder account for you, but…it wouldn’t be necessary if you…asked me on a date instead?” Grinning Steve nodded immediately.

Maybe he could thank Natasha after all….just maybe.

That’s it! I hope you liked it, let me know!!

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[phoenix-and-found-family]

Unconditional Love 2 (Phoenix's Perspective)

(I just can't stop I'm sorry)

Trevor adjusted their tie in the mirror.

Light blue. Her favorite color.

They hated how it looked with their braids. They would probably have to dye them blue.

Red is our color. It's always been our color. We got mad at our previous handler for trying to make us wear blue- what are you doing?

"Whatever she wants."

They snapped out loud at the voice in their head, causing Right Robot to jump a little (which made a very loud noise and nearly made them flinch.)

"Uh, Agent Phoenix? Are you sure you're okay?"

They sighed and tried to smile at Right.

"Yes. I'm fine. Just pre-date jitters, I guess."

Even they didn't buy it.

Robulter came over with their regular tie.

"Hey, uh... Good news! Dr. P said she's got something else going on right now that she totally forgot about but is really important, soooo she's canceling dinner! You can put this back on now."

They tilted their head.

"I thought you two would be happy I was dating your creator."

They looked at each other with what looked like concern.

Concern? For them?

Clearly, they were seeing things.

"It's just... You're acting weird. Usually, you're really fun! You laugh and give us pats, and teach us swear words in other languages Dr. Prism doesn't know so we don't get in trouble."

Right nodded.

"Yeah, but now you're not doing... anything. Unless Dr. P asks you to."

"Which is what we're supposed to do!"

"Not very well, but still."

"I said supposed to do, not what we actually do."

They didn't respond as the two talked.

Of course they weren't doing anything. If they did something, they could do something wrong. And she could leave them for it.

This is Prism we're talking about. You think she would do that to you?

"Shut up."

Both of them stopped talking and stared at them.

"Sorry, I didn't mean..."

They trailed off, noticing something out of the corner of their eye.

In the kitchen, Prism was talking to someone they couldn't see. She was pacing around, exasperated.

"I don't know, I feel like it would hurt them more if I suddenly cancelled our plans-"

"ROXANA."

Oh.

It was Reggie.

That made sense. If it was a hostile person, she would have said something by now.

... He followed them.

They felt their legs moving forward without them, as they recalled that conversation from earlier.

"Agent, are you... okay?"

They nodded, not looking up from some paperwork. It didn't really matter how they felt anymore. They had a girlfriend now.

"Phoenix, you never do paperwork unless you're upset. Tell me what's wrong."

They glanced over at him.

Nothing was wrong. That was the point. Doing something wrong gets you no love.

They grabbed a notebook with their tk and gave it to him.

I'm fine, Crane.

"Crane?"

He looked down at them, a little annoyed.

"You call me 'Reggie', or 'Reginald'. But never 'Crane'."

They didn't understand why he cared, but they took the notepad back and wrote "Sorry."

He shook his head at them.

"Agent, don't apologize. Just tell me why you're acting like this. I'm worried."

Worried?

Worried for who? Prism? Himself? He knew they wouldn't - couldn't - do anything to hurt her. And if they did, they would deal with the punishment themselves. Like a boyfriend should.

He couldn't be concerned for them.

... Right?

They realized what time it was and stood up, writing a final message as they walked out of the room.

Got to go. Date. Don't follow me, Reginald.

He followed them. He followed them. Why did he do that?!

They walked into the room as Roxana sighed.

"I'll go... talk with them."

"Talk to me about what?"

Both of them jumped a little. Apparently, they were being stealthy without realizing.

They saw him look them up and down, his face growing more concerned.

"Roxana, um, wanted to talk with you, about something important."

He gestured towards them.

She sighed again.

"I..."

She trailed off, so they tried to finish her thought.

"Is this about dinner? If you'd like, I could just cook. I've heard that's also romantic."

They turned back to look at their handler.

Why are you here?

"I thought I asked you not to follow me."

His eye twitched a little.

"Phoenix, this is unhealthy and self-destructive. I know how you feel about love, and I'm not letting you do this to yourself."

They felt their fist clenching.

Self-destructive? Self-destructive?! Of course it's self-destructive!!!

"You can say no."

No I can't.

"This is unhealthy when she says it's unhealthy."

They snapped at him so hard he took a step back, which immediately made them feel like shit. But they had more to say.

"This is whatever she says it is, Crane. If it's normal, it's normal. If it's not, then it's not. If I'm not giving enough, then I'm not being a good boyfriend."

The last phrase was said with every ounce of conviction they had.

"And I would have to fix that immediately."

Roxana put a hand on their arm, which caused them to look over at her.

"Phoenix, could you... come outside, please."

... Right. I forgot she was in the room. I'm not being that good.

"Of course, Roxana."

When they got out into the hall, she smiled at them weakly.

"...You... changed your tie."

"I figured it would match your outfit better."

"I didn't tell you what I was wearing for the date yet?"

"...I figured it would match you better."

Her face fell.

I said something wrong.

"I- I could get a different color! Or a bowtie! Or just not wear one! What do you want? I'll do it. Just tell me."

She looked even more upset. They almost slapped themselves.

"Phoenix... What do you want?"

"Whatever you do!"

They answered with no hesitation.

"I want whatever you want me to want, do whatever you want me to do, be whoever you want me to be. That's what a boyfriend does. You're in charge! Tell me what to do!"

They felt tears they didn't know were there start to fall down their cheeks.

"Tell me who I am."

She looked like she was about to cry as well. She reached for their hand. It took so much willpower not to flinch at her touch.

"You're not a boy, Phoenix..."

"I am if you say I am."

A single tear rolled down her cheek.

"... Should I change my tie, mi amor?"

She shook her head.

"No, Phoenix. You shouldn't."

"Then I won't."

They kissed her cheek.

"Because I love you."

Because I'm yours.

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@the-one-and-only-043 @wyvchard Guess what :3

If you guessed more angst, you win a cookie 🍪

[aardvark-123]

~Fallout 4 Companions React to Being Cheated On~ (By you, the Commonwealth's infamous heartbreaker.)

Ada would be appalled when she walked in on you and KL-E-0 making love on the armour workbench. "I don't believe my eye. That technique you're using is simply appalling!" she'd declare, shoving you to one side. "Sorry about them, babes. But now that I'm here, why don't we take this opportunity to have a practical demonstration?" Ada would purr, drawing a metal finger along KL-E-0's chin. "I thought you'd never ask," KL-E-0 would smirk, wrapping her slender arms around Ada's steel-clad shoulders. "Show me what that custom body can do, handsome. The shop can wait for a few hours..."

Cait wouldn't seem particularly bothered. "You and the Mariner, then, is it? I'd never have seen that coming!" she'd laugh. "Why don't I go and get Arturo or that lady from Vault 81, and we can have a double date? No, don't get up, sure I can fetch them right now if you want!" Cait would wander off, and then, after a reasonable wait, start beating up the nearest mannequin with a sledgehammer. She may be polyamorous, but you still should have told her you were seeing the Mariner, and sadly Cait doesn't know how to express that feeling while maintaining her party-girl persona. She settles for being increasingly passive-aggressive (and then just plain aggressive) until you get the message.

"B-by George!" Codsworth would cry, dropping his tea tray. "Sir and/or Mum, what on Earth is happening? I don't- I don't- I don't understand..." Poor Codsworth would want to believe it was all just a misunderstanding, and that somehow you'd cheated on him completely by accident, but in his CPU he'd know it was no accident. In tears, he'd pack his bags and hover out of your life forever.

"I was thoroughly aware zat exclusive relationships are ze most popular variety," Curie would weep with anger. "But never could I 'ave imagined 'ow painful it would feel, seeing you, twisted around zat jumpsuit-wearing harlot Kasumi! Y-you made me human! You showed me 'ow it felt to be in love! Was it all just a game?! Did you merely think you were toying with ze pretend feelings of a poor, naive little robot?! Putain! Get out of my sight, or I SWEAR I shall kill you!"

Paladin Danse would seem, if anything, to underreact. "I see," he'd growl. "Not like I could ever hope compete with Paladin Brandis's rogueish bad-boy charms. Well, I hope you're happy together..." And that would be that. ...Or so it would seem until you tuned into the Brotherhood of Steel's radio channel. "People of the Commonwealth, do not fall in love with the individual calling themself the Sole Survivor! They are single-handedly responsible for a trail of broken hearts from here to Sanctuary Hills," Scribe Haylen would recite. "Paladin Danse would like me to add that, contrary to some of his previous remarks, the Sole Survivor is terrible at kissing. And now, the weather..."

"I know I can't really complain about you keeping secrets," Deacon would say, "but you've got to be upfront about these things! If it's... if we're just something casual, say so! Don't just leave me hanging until I find you shacked up with some other handsome devil, okay? ...Okay, then. When do I get a turn with Fahrenheit?"

Dogmeat would be deeply upset. "How could you?! And with my sister, of all people!" he'd bark. "I never treated you wrongly. I was always there when you needed me, I fetched your slippers and that tennis ball you kept throwing for some reason! I was the PERFECT GENTLEMAN! But no, apparently that isn't ENOUGH for you!" he'd howl with despair. Dogmeat would flee into the night, his tears mingling with the rain dripping down his snout, and you'd never see him again.

Porter Gage wouldn't exactly be thrilled, but you're the Overboss of Nuka World, so what can he do? (Tell you about a secret stash of Nuka Cola Quantum, but neglect to mention that it's currently stored in a super mutant behemoth's fridge, that's what.)

Glory would kick you in the groin. "That's what you GET for playing stupid games, you wanker!" Since Glory is wearing a brand-new pair of adjustable women's Chore™ boots by the Original Muck Boot Company™, made of flexible cloth on the lower leg and sturdy rubber on the foot, her kick would be devastating.

"Wow," Hancock would chuckle, seeing you curled up in bed with Bobbi No-Nose. "Just... wow. I was feeling kinda bad about seeing Moe Cronin and Trader Rylee behind your back, in addition to sleeping with Mel behind Bobbi's back, but not any more! ...What? Oh, I know Mel's gay, but we're still doing it behind your back, Miss Noseless Wonder."

Old Longfellow would drink himself into a daze and forget about you.

MacCready would drink himself into a daze, shoot you in the head, and help himself to your things.

Nick should've known better than to get mixed up with you. From the moment you slunk into his office, lips red with lies and Maybelline, eyes dark with broken dreams, he could tell you were trouble. There was something about you, though - maybe it was how you drew yourself up like a cat when the detective held your hand, or maybe it was how those hips of yours swayed like an anaconda. None of it matters now, though. Nick opened up his heart to you, sweet cheeks, and he sure as Hell ain't making that mistake again. (You were found snogging Mr Zwicky, as it happens, in the bus on top of the school.)

Piper would confront you loudly and vociferously in public. "What the Glowing Sea was that, Blue?! Just how long've you been seeing Ellie Perkins behind my back, huh? What's going on with the two of you? And does Ellie think I'm cute?!" The questions would come in faster than you could make excuses, but Piper would offer you an olive branch when her head was clearer. She'd still be your friend, as long as you'd learned your lesson and wouldn't toy with a starry-eyed reporter's heart again.

Preston would be heartbroken, to the point that he wouldn't even be able to look at you for a few days. Nevertheless, he'd swallow his feelings and try to stay on good terms with you, because the Minutemen need a talented builder/pest control specialist on their side. What's his happiness worth compared to the safety of the whole Commonwealth?

Strong would wander in while you're in bed with Marcus and not react at all. "Strong here to borrow torch," he'd say, taking a torch out of the drawers. "Don't break the handcuffs, all right, Marcus?" he'd add, wandering back out of the room.

"I don't believe your nerve, seeing Strong behind my back! What's WRONG with you?!" Marcus would be weeping with fury and occasionally throwing things at you while he packed his bags. "I thought we had something special, but no, I guess I'm just another warm, green body to be used and thrown away! You pig! I'm taking the kids and moving back to Jacobstown."

X6-88 wouldn't know what to feel to begin with. He isn't programmed to feel anything, really; the sex was just to give you some enrichment. X6-88 is a Courser, nothing more. But why does he tense up so, and where does that fire in his heart come from, when he sees you in bed with Doctor Li? Kissing you and caressing you, letting you try on her lab coat... There's nothing else for it. One of these days, the good doctor will have to suffer a sudden, fatal accident.

[duckapus]

SMG4 AU Idea: Adventure Time With Meggy and Boopkins

Takes place in a post-Mario-series universe where the world was once again invaded by the Shroobs, and the resulting war led to an apocalypse that decimated both sides. Nearly every civilization fell to ruin, Shroob waste spread all over causing illness and rapid mutation, the heroes of the world all either died, went missing, or worse, a wide assortment of ancient evils were unleashed or reborn all across the globe, and the very rules of Magic were rewritten.

Fast forward a thousand or so years later and we're introduced to Meggy the Human and her younger brother Boopkins the Fish, who've just left their hometown of Port Aurora to become Adventurers on the mainland. They're a bit odd even by the standards of their bizarre world, since humans are believed to have been extinct for centuries, Boopkins has incredible shapeshifting powers, and their dad Joe and aunt Lily are 50-foot-tall ancient guardians of the sea.

One of the first places they end up on their journey is the Mushroom Kingdom, which is currently in a bit of a bind. The Mushroom people's ruler, Princess Apricot Toadstool, has been kidnapped by the evil Fire Lord and his army of monkeys. The Mushroom people would rescue her themselves, but they're not exactly...competent. Well, except for Guard Captain Shroomy, but if both he and Apricot are gone while the Mushrooms are already this wound up the whole kingdom will collapse in about three days. So, First Adventure Time!

After some traveling they get to the volcanic region where Fire Lord's home is and fight their way through the monkey army, and Fire Lord's demonic right-hand minion Saiko, to the Princess...es. Apparently Fire Lord has a whole Thing about princesses and there's a dozen or so in there. One of them is Bob the Thief Princess, who is a guy because there's no rule that says a princess can't be a dude. And if there is one he'll break it because he loves breaking rules.

Anyway, Apricot's with Fire Lord instead of with the other princesses, so Meggy, Boopkins and the princesses storm further into the fortress and find them.

And if you're even slightly familiar with Adventure Time you know just what kind of goofy pathetic nutcase they end up finding. Though Fire Lord is red instead of Ice King's blue, has a jeweled bracelet instead of a crown, and has the additions of incredible jumping abilities and an addiction to spaghetti.

Anyway, there's a big fight (where Apricot ends up with a massive axe somehow and decides she's never letting it go. Yes I'm repurposing Wapeach because It's My House), the good guys win, everyone goes home.

Afterwards, Apricot declares Meggy and Boopkins heroes of the Mushroom Kingdom, and offers to let them stay in her castle, but they decline since they saw a big hollow tree on the way back that they can turn into a Fresh home base.

Of course, when they move in they find out that the place is already occupied by a little camera robot named SuperMemeGenerator4, but he's excited to have some new roommates so it's not a big deal. Also Bob decides to live there too for some reason.

So there's the introduction, now some explanations:

Yes, Fire Lord is (or at least was) Mario. The bracelet he's wearing is basically a fire version of the Ice Crown. I went with him both so he could be a major character despite how long the timeskip is and as a nod to what becoming the Avatar did to him in SMG4 canon. His version of Gunther the Penguin is a monkey in a green vest named Terence. I haven't fully decided why Saiko works for him but I'm thinking it's some sort of Life Debt thing like Han and Chewey in Star Wars.

Since the Shroobs are mushroom aliens the war that ended the world is still called the Great Mushroom War.

Lily's entire backstory is still the same, except the apocalypse and the absence of the Crew means she got found and taken in by Diana, And has very clearly taken up her mantle.

Apart from Fire Lord, Lily, and a few other obvious cases, everybody has their canon ages and personalities. So Meggy and Boopkins ages are swapped from Finn and Jake's, and Apricot is a kid and a very different sort of person from Bubblegum.

Due to that and some other differences, (some obvious, others less so) this AU wouldn't really follow the same story beats as the show.

Melony ends up in Marceline's place in terms of her relationship with Mario/Fire Lord.

Most of the iconic Mario Species are either extinct or mutated/evolved almost beyond recognition, with Boos and Piranha Plants as notable exceptions, and Goombas as a prime example due to now being big pack-hunting apex predators instead of sapient footstools.

Apricot is actually Mario and Peach's however-many-greats granddaughter, and neither her nor Fire Lord are consciously aware of that connection. Apricot because the Apocalypse making it hard to map out family lines that far and Fire Lord because he doesn't remember that he's Mario and wasn't aware before All That that Peach was pregnant. Also, Apricot isn't considered human due to a mix of mutations during the apocalypse, interspecies relationships, and the fact that I'm convinced that Peach is half-Toad already (both here and in actual Mario canon). It'll be more obvious that she's not human if I ever draw her.

When SMG3 and Tari get introduced it's going to be as the previous iteration of SMG4's design and as an Android created by the same scientist who built the two of them.

Also, Luigi will eventually get introduced by way of accidentally falling through a one-way time portal, getting sent from E. Gadd's Lab before the War to the story's present day somewhere in the wilderness. His absence was actually a major contributing factor to everything going so horribly wrong. Also since he's Luigi and not Betty, and since the dynamic between twin brothers and fiancés is obviously very different, he's going to have a different reaction to Fire Lord than Betty had to Ice King.