#but mascot suit make way more sense

[donut-button]

Before the beloved comic con suit, there appears to have been another Sam & Max mascot suit made to advertise the cartoon. We know Max at least had one. This is as much confirmation as I can find at the moment. These of course could be wrong and I’m only speculating based on information here.

Sources:

The Sam & Max Homepage (fan site)

Totally Fox Kids Magazine - Spring 1998 

[bogleech]

well, you made a fighting roster for one of your favorite things, bugs, so why not do your second favorite? HALLOWEEN.....but you don't have to if you want.

I actually did that of my own accord with concept sketches once but it was two years ago so a lot of people haven't seen it.

It started when I made up a Darkstalkers fan character; a "scream queen" (type of horror movie actress in the 50's) and Bug Eyed Monster duo, with some more move ideas:

But then I decided to just make a dozen monster fighter characters of my own like it was its own distinct game and not Darkstalkers:

Mermaid who was partially eaten by people who thought it would make them immortal, instead it killed them because she was poisonous but she doesn't know that so her ghost is stuck on a revenge killing spree that can never be satisfied

Cartoon werewolf in a zoot suit and punk rock vampire with boombox coffin, I didn't come up with storyline for them, I just needed a werewolf and a vampire

Frankenstein's daughter who put her brain into her own monster in order to defend humanity against her dad's creations and other supernatural threats, I decided on this partly because I'm not really into superheroes but they're one of the top most common Halloween costumes so I tried to make a Halloweeny one that I'd like

Nurse who accidentally transfused herself with cursed mummy blood. I made this one because there's a picture I drew when I was real little of a bleeding mummy with the words "MUMMY BLOOD" on it that child-me thought was the scariest picture ever, and also because I love the (mostly Japanese) trope of medical themed mummies. Also based on the fact that "sexy nurses" are a top selling Halloween costume and then that easily ties into a Silent Hill reference. This all felt creepypasta-like so she's also like a slendersman

Old fashioned Halloween mascot pumpkin man with a vegetable ghost gang, actually the ultimate villain of the setting and a monster that eats children

"Bogeyman" fighter inspired by edgy 90's comic books, a ragdoll scarecrow grim reaper clown. She's a manifestation of the fears of children, but in the sense that she exists to destroy whatever threatens them so her main goal is to kill all other monsters and especially the pumpkin guy

Entire zombie outbreak as one fighter, represented by a cute little fungus mascot, but every fighting move is performed by zombies coming and going from the ground

shapeshifting space alien disguised as a generic housewife, the human disguise would animate like a doll being played with by invisible hands

Ideas for extra-weird, secret unlockable fighters:

Photorealistic giant insect

Vincent Price parody and all his moves are obvious special effects performed by a film crew in the background the whole time

Mysterious entity in a "morph suit" because that's become such a staple of Halloween costumes. Changes into all manner of colors and printed textures for different moves or is the token "mimic" character.

Completely normal middle aged office worker who was on his way to work when he was accidentally caught in the monster brawl, battles on the power of pure blind panic. The tournament put his name down as "I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE"

[hyuckwrlds]

>> caught up

wc: 1.6k you win some you lose some

There are three moments that Jisung will always regret in his life, no matter how hard he tries to forget them. In no particular order, those things are:

Letting Chenle give him a bowl cut before freshman orientation

Sitting with Jaemin during the Calc 122 final (their tests got flagged for cheating)

Meeting you (this might actually be the worst one)

Sure, he knows things could be even worse. In fact, he was really close to peeing himself in his organic chemistry lab once. But even that would be more favorable than his biggest regret—the day he met you.

That day, he’s working a shift at the student store when Chenle suddenly turns to him, gesturing to the tour of prospective students standing outside the glass doors.

“The next group that comes,” he begins, spinning the register keys around a finger. “Over or under fifteen people?”

Jisung snorts; surely the answer is obvious. “Over.”

“You sure?”

“I’ve literally never seen a group with less than fifteen people.”

“Wanna bet on it?”

Jisung snickers, already sensing success. “Bet.”

That was his first mistake.

Because soon enough, the next group arrives and he’s watching, mortified, as Chenle counts a total of fourteen people. Jisung was merely two bodies shy of a victory.

Next thing he knows, he’s trudging out of the storage room in a poorly-ventilated costume of the school’s beloved mascot: Neo, an oversized wolf in a neon green jersey. 

Chenle immediately bursts into a fit of laughter, earning a few stares from the freshmen nearby. Jisung considers smothering him right then and there. His next mistake was not doing that.

“Dude, this thing smells,” he gripes, voice muffled by the large head.

“Yeah,” Chenle agrees, clearly amused. “I don’t think anyone has ever washed that thing.”

Jisung winces at the thought. Then through the perforated plastic eyes, he catches Jaemin barrel into the store, undoubtedly arriving on behalf of Chenle’s erratic texts in their group chat. His face lights up once he sees the giant wolf figure.

“Oh, aren’t you cute?” Jaemin grins, nearly slamming his gym bag into someone’s mom as he makes his way over.

In response, Jisung tries his best to fold his paw into a middle finger.

“Ah—speaking of, I passed by another tour group on the way here,” Jaemin adds. “I think it’s only right that our lovely mascot goes outside to greet them.”

He reaches up to tug at the fake ears and Jisung swats his hands away, scowling behind his mask.

“I’m not doing that,” he groans.

But he stood no chance against the two of them. Chenle and Jaemin easily wrestle Jisung into going outside. They end up (quite literally) having to drag him out the doors and he blames all the time Jaemin spends at the gym.

Now standing at the top of the front steps, he’s held captive by a firm grip around each furry arm. The warmth (and smell) of the suit is starting to get to him so in hindsight, he kind of wants to get it over with as fast as possible. If he can just wave at the group then leave, it'll be fine. It’s not as if anyone will know it’s him anyway.

All of that changes though, once he sees you round the corner.

Fitted in that bright green ‘tour guide’ jacket, Jisung feels his knees buckle as you lead your group towards the store. 

He blanches. “You’ve gotta be kidding—”

There’s a desperate attempt to wiggle away from his friends but it only causes them to hold on tighter, their fingers pressing into the glossy gray fur. Chenle makes it a point to smile widely at him.

“Hey, we can’t have a wolf on the loose when there’s visitors,” he beams.

Jisung’s gonna kill him.

You stop just short of the stairs when you notice their presence, blinking up at Jisung (well, Neo the wolf) in surprise. His heart is pounding in his chest as your eyes flicker between him and his friends.

You’ve shared a few classes with Jisung, and while the two of you have never spoken to each other before, he’s always thought you were pretty (like, really pretty). Meanwhile, he’s not even sure you know his name.

Or that he exists at all.

Beside him, Jaemin coughs out a low, “Wave.”

Hesitantly, Jisung raises his stupidly oversized paw in the air. He can hear you start to tell the story behind the school’s prized mascot but even worse, he can feel Chenle’s hand on his back, pushing him to move closer. Tentatively, Jisung takes a small step forward.

And like the idiot he is, he trips.

With his giant wolf feet, he somehow misses the first step and is sent tumbling to the ground, landing on his stomach as he slides down the concrete stairs. 

This earns a chorus of gasps from you and your group which is soon followed by a stunned silence. He lays still on the ground, frozen under everyone’s stares. Yet that isn’t the most horrifying part.

The worst part was that in the midst of falling, the obscenely large wolf head had come off too.

With his face now smushed into the concrete, Jisung feels the embarrassment coil in the pit of his stomach. He hears someone kneel down beside him.

“Shit, are you okay?” you ask.

Even though the steps were small and the suit had cushioned most of his fall, the lack of a mask meant that he had, in fact, hit his nose at some point. He feels it start to ache. Though the last thing he wants to do right now is face you. He can’t get himself to do it.

Instead, he stays facedown and settles on giving you a thumbs up. You don’t immediately move, so after what feels like an eternity, he hears your shoes shuffle a bit against the pavement. From the corner of his eye, he sees you set down the wolf head beside him. It must’ve rolled away at some point (oh god).

“Jisung…right?”

He stiffens. That might’ve been the worst possible thing that could’ve happened next. He would’ve never expected his name to fall from your mouth and slowly, he lifts head up in humiliation. So much for remaining anonymous.

The sight that greets him, though, could’ve came straight out of a shoujo anime.

Bathed in the afternoon light, you’re hovering over him with knitted brows and a look of concern. He catches you sigh out in relief once his eyes meet yours. Now he’s stuck staring dumbly at you, suddenly at a loss for words. You’re somehow prettier up close.

“You okay?” you ask again, setting a hand on his shoulder.

Jisung is just about to respond when he realizes that his nose is very much going to start bleeding. He quickly pushes himself into a seat and reaches a paw (oh god) to his face. His mouth is uncomfortably dry as he looks at you, nodding sheepishly.

“Y-yeah,” his swallows. “I’m okay.”

Your eyes scan him and his cheeks burn. He looks away, praying you don’t notice how flushed his face probably is.

Unknowingly, you scoot closer. “Are you sure? I can call someone, if you need me to. I’m also First Aid certified.”

He nods again, only to pause at the feeling of blood rushing towards his right nostril and he really can’t risk getting it on the suit. He gives you a bashful look, “Actually…do you have a tissue?”

You smile at the sudden request, laughing softly. “Yeah, I do.”

His heart swoons.

Reaching into your tour guide backpack, you take out a packet of tissues, sliding one out before handing it to him. As best as he could, he presses it against his nose with the stupid paw. You help him stand back up.

“Thanks,” he breathes, giving you a small nod. 

“Yeah, no problem,” you say. “I didn’t know you were the mascot.”

“I’m not,” he admits, nodding towards the two idiots behind him. “I lost a bet.”

This earns another dazzling laugh from you. “Okay, good. I think you look better without the fursuit anyway.”

He blinks at you and suddenly, it’s your turn to blush, waving your hands frantically in the air. “N-not that you don’t look good in the costume. Because you do. You always do. I, um, I just meant that—you know...”

Your words falter and honestly, Jisung is still stunned that you think he looks good at all. He lets out a small laugh, one short and airy to ease you.

“It’s okay,” he reassures. “I know what you mean. Thanks.”

You pause for a split second then, looking up at him as if there’s something more you want to say. Only, your attention is snatched once you seem to remember the unfinished tour waiting for you. You look from the group back to him and take a step back. 

“I gotta go.”

With his free hand, he gives you wave, still a bit dazed. “Oh, right. See ya.”

Though just before you leave, you meet his gaze, adding a quick, “I’ll save you a seat in class tomorrow, yeah?”

He stills. This can’t be real. His pulse picks up again, thrumming against his ribcage.

“Y-yeah, sounds good,” he stutters, a smile tugging at his lips. “I’ll see you then.”

You resume your tour and Jisung turns to head back inside, but not without first smacking both Jaemin and Chenle with the stupid wolf head in hand. Even then, he’s undoubtedly smiling like an idiot.

So sure, while Jisung may always regret the way he met you, he can’t really say he’d change a single thing about it either.

After all, it brought him to you.

[mira--image]

ROTTMNT EPISODE ORDER

We fans know how hard it is not only to access the show's episodes, but to watch them in order as well. I created this list when I was rewatching the show and noticing all the inconsistencies in the timeline. I went off the production codes for the base order, then rearranged it based on what made sense to me. I organised the plot into more consistent arcs. So this isn't THE order, but it's the order I watch it in and enjoy. Hopefully it's a useful resource for some of you too!

Some spoilers below, because I left notes for myself to explain the order. (Dm me if you wanna know where I watch the show 🏴‍☠️)

SEASON 1 

The Mad Dogs are born, and decide to start going on missions to help the city.

Mutant mayhem. Turtles, April, Draxum, Hidden City, and weapons introduced.

Origami tsunami. Inspired, the team decides to go on a hero mission. Foot clan introduced. Raph makes a full mystic body, only briefly.

Newsworthy. The team continues to do missions of a much smaller scale. First mutant introduced. Raph can make a full magic arm.

The turtles explore ways to better their new hero team in between living their regular lives.

War and Pizza. Donnie tries to use his tech for good. Raph fails to activate his ninpo.

Donnie’s gifts. Donnie tries to use his tech for good again, and it works this time. Too bad the team doesn't like it. Meat sweats introduced.

Down with the sickness. Raph and Leo’s leadership skills are explored. 

Shell in a cell. PBJ duo and leader duo navigate their dynamics. Ghost bear introduced.

Repo mantis. With their friendship renewed, Donnie and Mikey hang out. Todd is introduced, the turtle tank is acquired.

Hypno! Part Deux! While Mikey and Donnie are gone, Leo and Raph help April with a problem at school. April has no friends, her side plot of wanting to be normal is introduced.

Minotaur maze. Hueso and the mystic pizza restaurant are introduced.

The Fast and the Furriest. The turtle tank is completed.

Mascot Melee. Raph explores the surface.

The gumbus. Baxter Stockboy is introduced.

Bug Busters. The team tries to deal with the oozesquitos themselves. Big Mama is introduced, Baron Draxum lore, Leo’s strategy explored. Raph’s mystics improve.

The longest fight. The team is a bit reluctant to sacrifice their time for missions. Armor plot introduced.

Al be back. Satisfied that they seemingly stopped the foot clan, the team carries on with their lives. Stockboy returns. Alberto is taken care of. Splinter is shown to be musically inclined.

Mrs. Cuddles. Mrs. Cuddles only shows up here.

Nothing but truffle. Todd and Meat sweats return.

Stuck on you. Raph tries to get the Mad Dogs to improve their teamwork. The shell hogs are introduced. The armor plot is furthered.

Pizza pit. Bug buster suits and shell hogs are used again.

The purple jacket. The purple dragons are introduced.

Smart lair. After meeting the purple dragons, Donnie has a renewed interest in his tech. Donnie tries to use his tech for good. Shelldon is introduced.

Late fee. Ghost bear returns.

Mind meld. Donnie tries to lead a mission, and it doesn't go well. Donnie tries to ‘fix’ his brothers again using tech. The purple dragons are mentioned.

Hot soup: the game. Mikey goes on the team's first solo mission. Donnie puts more faith in his brothers. The foot recruit is introduced.

The Evil League of Mutants. The team goes on a mission again to stop crab men at the greenhouse, and it doesn't go well. They ask Splinter to train them again. The mad dogs aren't satisfied with Splinter's training, but Splinter teaches them to be more creative and improve without weapons. They get targeted by Baron Draxum. Baron Draxum backstory.

Bullhop. After seeing how many enemies they have, the team decide to fix at least one mistake and make a friend. Bullhop is introduced. The team carefully plans a mission together, but it doesn't go according to plan. Big Mama's web plot hits a dead end.

Turtle-dega Nights: The Ballad of Rat Man. Splinter backstory mentioned. Big mama mentions how they stole her webs in bullhop. Warren doesn't wear the gauntlet all the time. Splinter vows to be a more attentive father.

The world becomes more dangerous, and Splinter begins formally training his sons.

Shadow of evil. Splinter pays more attention to April, and discovers a strange symbol on her shirt. Splinter and armor plots furthered. Splinter has to step up to meet his destiny, and promises to train his sons.

The ancient art of ninja hide and seek. Splinter makes good on his promise to train them. He trains them to improve without relying on weapons again. Lou jitsu and big mama lore.

The purple game. The mad dogs go to a sci-fi convention, except Donnie, who gets addicted to a game. The purple dragons are involved.

Jupiter Jim ahoy! Day two of the sci-fi convention. Splinter talks about being Lou jitsu. Jupiter Jim introduced.

The mutant menace. Baxter Stockboy causes mutant panic. The team needs to lay low for a while. Leo's portals grow in size and maximum distance, but struggle with going to the right location.

Warren and hypno sitting in a tree. The armor plot is furthered.

Portal jacked! Leo's portals send his brothers to the wrong location without him. The Hidden City is explored, Leo’s magic improves. Captain piel is introduced, Hueso and Leo grow closer.

Mystic library. The team finds another mystic location. Mystic library introduced, Raph’s magic improves.

Operation normal. Sunita is introduced, April's friendship plot and armor plot are furthered, Leo���s portals improve.

How to make enemies and bend people to your will. Draxum and armor plot furthered. Foot recruit returns.

Man vs sewer. Raph gets lost in the sewers. Leo’s leadership improves as his brothers don't take it seriously.

Sparring partner. Raph finds training a bit too easy, and rescues a paper ninja. With more free time and less of a power dynamic since Draxum became leader, foot recruit and foot lieutenant grow closer.

You got served. Huseo gets Leo and Mikey to be waiters for one night.

Snow day. Leo is using portals reliably. Ghost bear mutates.

One man’s junk. Donnie and Mikey go on their own mission to collect mystic metal, but aren't trusted in their decisions. Leo’s portals improve. Repo mantis’ cat introduced.

Cloak and swagger. Splinter tries to train the boys in the woods, but get stuck indoors. Sunita and April hang out. Shelldon is like Donnie’s son.

Todd Scouts. The mad dogs aren't taking training seriously. Splinter and the boys actually go to the woods this time. Donnie uses sign language, Todd reveals his mystic power.

Insane in the mama train. The boys choose to give themselves entirely to training. The armor plot is almost finished.

End game. The boys decide that being themselves is more effective than what they learned while training. Continuation of insane in mama train. Shredder introduced.

SEASON 2

Many unhappy returns. Continuation of end game. Lou jitsu backstory. Leo’s strategy improves, but he fails to communicate and coordinate with his team. Mikey’s powers improve. Raph’s powers improve (both in size and his first raph clone limb).

Goyles, Goyles, Goyles. Turtle mutation flashback.

After facing such a foe, the appeal of being a hero team fades a bit. Only Raph seems to be interested in continuing training and missions.

Flushed, but never forgotten. Mikey is playing the hot soup game. Buddy the paper ninja is there. Splinter says ‘you only learn lessons the hard way’, which I interpret to reference the harsh lesson from Todd scouts. 

Lair games. Leo’s strategy improves. Leo gets on Donnie's bad side.

The hidden city job. Leo tries to get back on Donnie's good side. Leo goes to the Hidden City with Huseo. The shadow fiend is mentioned, the upcoming battle nexus mentioned.

Repairin’ the baron. Baron Draxum becomes an ally, and gets a job.

Pizza puffs. Raph is the last one still taking heroing seriously. The first villain is kidnapped.

Sidekick ahoy! Jupiter Jim returns. Raph is the only one acting rationally at first, then he too gives in.

Air turtle. Leo becomes a basketball mascot. Leo is still not a good communicator and fixes the problem himself.

Breaking purple. Shelldon is 13. Donnie tries to 'fix' Shelldon through discipline (he learned his lesson from Mind Meld not to mess with his mind), but learns his lesson not to forcefully change others once again, this time for real. The purple dragons are back.

Always be brownies. Foot recruit tries another way to gain power. Splinter bonds with her and April. More kidnapping.

Mystery meat. Draxum likes his job. He grows closer to the turtles.

Raph’s ride along. The team goes to the Hidden City for a holiday.

Donnie vs witch town. Donnie reveals that he wishes he had mystic powers. He learns that tech and mystics can work together.

Hidden city’s most wanted. Baron Draxum and Splinter grow closer.

Bad hair day. Leo has a spa day.

Fists of furry. April becomes a more integrated part of the family, and practises ninjutsu.

The clothes don’t make the turtle. Movie makeover montage! More kidnapping.

The Mad Dogs are forced into fighting once more.

Battle nexus New York. Kidnapper and shadow fiend revealed.

Finale part 1 & 2.  Splinter’s memories are explored. Shredder returns. Karai is introduced, and lost. The lair is destroyed.

Finale part 3. April is accepted as a Hamato. The Mad Dogs unlock their ninpo.

Finale part 4. The final fight against the shredder. Cassandra Jones switches sides. Leo is made the leader, but he hasn't yet learned to be a good communicator and not do everything himself. How will he lead the team after seeing how dangerous this life can be? Does he double down like Raph would, or pull back and encourage fewer, safer missions without giving a reason?

[k-looking-glass-house]

Sam Fairy Gala~ Flower and moonlight

Gah I'm a bit shy to share my "crazy" lore" about twisted wonderland, but you already know that I love making outfits.... Kinda the reason my mascot/"oc" can sew and create outfit.... I also have an obsession with the NRC staff.....hnnnnnnnn *help them*

Anyway in my lore Sam was an NRC student for only his 3rd years (around 17/18 y.o), getting his mage certificate and taking shortly after the shop! He already has his familiar K and tried all sort of way to get very rare items during his scholarship!

Mister Crewel was the almost futur NRC alchemy teacher, he tried an only girls school before thinking it would be only cutie, soft stuff and talk.... While it was only cat fight to panthers/lioness fight and love letters, with some crybabies moments (that's what he said!). He returned to his former school making Trein already tired about the situation! He tried each time to put every puppies in good stylish outfit!

Mister Crewel took a soft spot about Sam (knowing since his teenage days about Sam's grandfather and the shop) and vice versa. They help each other to get items they want (actually they kept from spilling:blackmailing the fact that they both smoke behind Mystery S shop, catching the other by surprise from time to time)~ And so Mister Crewel helped Sam getting some fairy powder, while K would help with sewing the fairies's dresses and they would both promote his fashion collection during the next Fairy Gala~

In the end the fairy gala is a success, K is revealed to eat blot (canon to her disney counterpart), Mister Crewel has fairy blood and can't stand alcohol and Sam believe in fairy tale and has one of the pure heart a fairy could sense (the Fairy Queen said so).

You can see more of it ....somewhere on my tumblr ah ah

Sam (NRC student)~ SR Moonlight De Vil suit

Summon Line: "Even shadows appear under the moon light, gnee hihihi" Groooovy!!: ....Finally....FINALLY HA HA HA!! I got the fairy powder! Home: I am ready, so are my friends on the other side gnee hihi~ Home Idle 1: I must say that when Mister Crewel told me that he could help....I didn't believe it at first! Looks like everyone has their secret! Home Idle 2: Fairies are truly something, my sisters* were right about them, back in our childhood stories! Home Idle 3: This night is truly something, between Mister Crewel "STAY!" and K making him berseck....*sigh* I must stay strong and not get eaten by shadows~ Home Idle - Login: Glitters! Jewel! Silk!! IN STOCK NOW! That's what I would say if I was a seller! Home Idle - Groovy: Thank you Ko-yousei-chan! Yes I'll give you Mister Crewel personal jewel designer contact~ Gnee hihi! Home Tap 1: Mister Crewel is part of the De Vil fashion's house, that's truly something, no wonder he has such style! Home Tap 2: If you want to attract fairies, be kind, be nice, be polite and pour a lot of glittery things! ....Also being handsome help! Home Tap 3: I don't need a bell to talk to fairies, we learned it with grandma it's important to talk to any kind of friends gnee hihi!! How? It's a secret, I'm not going to tell you! Home Tap 4: Arwwghhrr K please stop eating the flower, we'll get scold again by "KURUELLA"! Also stop eating the remain blot TOO!! Home Tap 5: I'll be sure to make good use of that fairy powder! Home Tap - Groovy: Ha ha ha! Somehow it was a good night! We had a lot of fun! Right everyone?!

.....we don't even see the lotus pattern huh....

-Credit-

Sam fairy gala (young version) concept done by me

The lanther bell was ref from "Handbook of ornament; a grammar of art, industrial and architectural designing in all its branches, for practical as well as theoretical use" (1900)

[dust-corner]

All info we have (so far) from Secret of the Mimic (PAX West 2024 Demo)

(WILL BE UPDATED / CHANGED AROUND OVER TIME WHEN NEW INFO SURFACES) For abit of a refresher... Secret of the Mimic is a game that Steel Wool Studios have supposedly been teasing in both RUIN and HW 2 under the code name "Carnival"; from dev notes, to various props that reappear, to more subtle things like Daycare Attendant and a spinning (and burning) Carousel seemingly originating back to a 1970s Fallfest.

Various lead directors and writers at Steel Wool Studios have stated they've also wanted to do a "FNaF Origins" style of game set in the 1970s. This seems to corroborate with the following information. (timestamped)

With that out of the way, here is what we know. Teaser Trailer: Five Nights at Freddy's: Secret of the Mimic - Teaser Debut - YouTube Playstation Store: Five Nights at Freddy's: Secret of the Mimic (playstation.com) > Dig deep into the past to discover the horrors of the future. - Playstore > To see the future sometimes you need to understand the past. A brand new original nightmare in the Five Nights at Freddy's universe! - Steel Wool Studios (as an aside, the teaser trailer gives us the date 1979, probably indicating the time period of the game) Technical Specs: From what the Playstation store page says, the game is both PC and PSVR compatable on launch. The PAX Demo is also stated to have both PC and VR movement options, although the demo showcase itself is VR. The Demo's First Section: The Office:

The Demo's Second Section: The Chase:

(gameplay descriptions courtesy of Wheat (@Wheatttttt) / X) (the name Jackie + pronouns confirmed by employee at the booth)

Booth Posters:

lots of interesting stuff to dissect here (official prop of) Jackie: The main atagonist of the Demo:

(+voicelines!)

(video courtesy of EVA 🍉FREE PALESTINE (@Bravvyy_2) / X) (note: Jackie is stated to have a yellow tutu, and under that is a large spring coil instead of legs. When she first comes out of the box, she pulls out and seperates her upper torso when they get stuck in a doorway trying to reach you. Their eye coverings fall off during the paper shredder destruction, revealing the orange Mimic eyes beneath, and finally they have a more broken appearence at the very end after another encounter with a door to the face.)

Camera screens of various Rooms in the Factory:

(keen eyes might notice the Spring Bonnie poster, a carousel under construction, and shadows of a few mascot suits hanging around)

(also image i cant make much sense of besides just the main menu for the VR demo lol)

Other info from various PAX attendees: -The jumpscare sound is a mix of SB's scream and the laughing from the teaser trailer -Instead of death static, the game over transition is a visual of a film reel ending (aesthetic flair) -Ray (the co-founder/creative director of SWS) was at the booth and said "8 DAYS". no idea what that means! 8 days til trailer? new demo? announcement? (note: It's unknown if the "Balloon Circus" released merch designs, while fitting, are for this game specifically, although their merch descriptions state they are indeed for a game)

[princess-of-the-corner]

Idea, with the negative reads on both Chloe & Adrien's parents, imagine a parent swap?

IE, Gabriel/Audrey & Emilie/Andre.

Gabriel/Audrey

Its two massive egotistical perfectionists who ae incredibly callous and easily given to cruelty. They are a power couple in the most terrifying sense of the word and place basically no regard on those around them except how it serves their interests.

When things are good.

If there's ever a problem a mishap. a failure, oh boy can it become destructive & given Audrey is intensely independent and Gabriel is a massive control freak I can envision there being no shortage of room for conflict.

I imagine whichever kid they end up with is either a traumatized and nervous wreck, often used as ammo against the other parent & needing to navigate their endless expectations & drama. & or wound so tightly they're going to pop and kill someone.

Emilie/Andre.

They are on the surface loving and indulgent parents. Unfortunately they are also intensely selfish and toxic people who are just instinctively good at dressing up their behavior.

Andre is blatantly corrupt and considers this fine, he will oscillate between sycophant's and stern power house as needed. His relationships exist to make him feel good about himself & stop mattering the moment he's not in the mood.

Emilie is more on the surface moral, but will happily compromise any moral or belief if it gets her what she wants. What she wants is to be the apple of of someone's eye, their sun, their moon, their definition of love. Andre showers her with gifts & her to him affection.

Their child is someone they have insulated and isolated, they don't want to share, they don't want them to leave, they want them always around (When they are wanted) and always focused on how great they are. Its looks loving but it basically two parasites using their child for food.

I would have suggested Gabriel/Andre & Emilie/Audrey but that'd just canon with the genders swapped right? Huh... Maybe not?

If one were to touch on the sociological side of things, gosh being openly queer would potentially affect a lot. Especially whether some of them could even make it big. If nothing else their trajectory might change a bit.

If we ignore the sociological and treat their relationship as totally normalized culturally, so its just their personalities being kept in mind...

I think there is stuff to muse on definitely, but needing sleep I might be less than my best with this one XD

Emilie/Audrey

High flying famous stars, they go where their work is. For Emilie this means studios and locations, for Audrey its a mix of New York, Paris, Milan and so on.

Their child is likely used to being carted around as Emilie's luggage, essentially a mascot and emotional support dummy she says she loves cos she likes the idea of them adoring her.

Audrey is far more indifferent unless they impress her, but is more keyed into the marriage itself. Emilie is exceptional and while inclined to be swept up in Audrey's wake, can coax some tact from her.

She is still distant, harsh and near impossible to please however and neither think much of their Childs needs & tend to be very much enamored with one another when times are good & when not... There's work.

Likely a very unpredictable, isolating and unstable childhood with an affectionate but emotionally selfish parent and a callous impossible to please parent.

Gabriel/Andre

Definitely a bit more public than the hyper private Agreste of canon; Gabriel's penchant for isolation and antisocial behaviors, would still exist.

This would n many way ways suit Andre as it lets him be the socializer, the face, the mover and shaker the one who meets people and is protecting his dear husband by handling all this stuff in one way or another.

Gabriel's more aloof nature would beckon one like a moth to flame however and he likely thinks of himself as the protector in the same way the viziard who rules through the puppet prince is a protector.

Both are very much in favor of corraling their child in the home, Andre so he can always have a source of easy affection & praise & Gabriel because he wants everything under his control.

Andre is probably the "Fun parent" but provides nothing but superficial acts. While Gabriel does want to raise said child to be a success, he also doesn't care if they are happy or have opinions.

So in both cases rather similar to canon but also distinct I think?

Either way these kids are FUCKED

[fandomwritingbit]

Could you do one with William afton's wife walks in on him putting the bead boy in the Freddy suit and he knows she would tell but he doesn't really want to kill her but she would try to take they're daughter away from him

Hiya, finally got around to doing this one lol. I broke two of my fingers at work so this was a mare to type lmao. Hope you enjoy!

Red-handed. 

William x wife reader 

Warnings: child murder, threat, violence, reader makes a bad decision.

Something felt off the second you entered the building. The air is heavy with knowledge you don't have a clue about, but it still chills you, making you pull your cardigan tighter around your shoulders. Your husband should be here somewhere, no doubt sorting something out that happened earlier in the day; he often made use of late hours for work, leaving you home alone and frankly bored. But tonight was different, call it a sixth sense, but sat at home watching it get later and later you just knew something was wrong. So here you are, looking for your partner and silently begging for him to be alright.

If something happened to him you don't know what you'd do.

This place is full of potential accidents, those mascot death traps being at the top of the list. Since you met William all those years ago, the thought of his creations being his downfall nestled in the back of your mind. You thank the stars every day that your children aren't as scared of the animatronics as you are.

Your footsteps are the only thing you can hear in the building, the usually lively corridors hushed with the silence of after hours. It's creepy as all Hell, but the knowledge of your husband being here somewhere was a great comfort. You try ringing him. Again. Your phone is ringing but his is deadly quiet. It must have run out of battery because you can't hear it in the building.

Eventually you've made your way to the back offices, calling for William as you peek in his office, then Henry's, both are empty. But a coat hook proves to you he's here, his jacket hung up on it from the end of the hallway looking almost like a figure standing there.

You're starting to feel a little bit pointless, looking from room to room, including the showroom for William, each coming to no avail. There's only one place you haven't been, and his words replay in your mind as you recall a previous conversation. "Don't come in here without me. It's not safe." You asked him why at the time and he frowned. "It's full of endoskeletons and unfinished characters." He answered bluntly, before adding, "Not to mention it's practically made of asbestos." 

And you listened. Until now. It's a push come to shove situation, you have no choice but to look in there, though you still feel a tingle of guilt as you approach the door. The ‘parts and service’ sign amplifies your apprehension. Reaching out for the handle, you hesitate as your fingertips brush against it, thinking about how William was going to react when he found out you've gone in here. But you push through, the worry of his well being outweighing any doubt.

The very second you open the door you’re greeted with the overwhelming stench of iron, familiar enough to you that you gasp. Blood, undoubtedly, the metallic smell invading your mind and stimulating an animalistic impulse to bolt, to get as far away from this scene as possible. You carry on, entering the room but unable to see anything due to large shelves blocking your view. 

“William?” You speak, hardly audible. “William?!” You manage more firmly this time. There’s no response, but a sudden metal clanking sound rang out, making you flinch. It's enough to see you turn the corner in a panic, spurred by fear that your husband could be hurt. When you do you freeze, as if life was taken from your body and you suddenly became inanimate. It is subconscious, forcing you to look at the gruesome scene in front of you. You would look away if you could, you don't want to see the blood on the floor leading up his leg, coating his hands and the small, unmoving body within them. It’s like your mind needs you to know exactly how real this is. And you resent it. 

A hoarse breathy sound leaves you as your husband glares at you, a cruel expression warping his features that you’ve never seen before. You want to ask what happened, but you don’t need to. Your eyes flicking around the room reveals it all. A knife dripping with red, the child dead and suspended above the open mascot suit. 

“W-what…?” You start shakily. William grunts with the effort of lifting the corpse, steadying the suit with one hand as the other slowly drops the child inside, letting you watch in horror as he lowers them until it’s secure enough for him to let go. You continue staring, no legitimate train of thought in your mind, before he sighs, finally turning his attention to you. 

“What are you doing here?” He asks, the question sharp, tinted with accusation like you had done something equal to him just by being here. 

“I-I came to ch-check on you. I thought something had hap- something has happened. What is this, William?” As your speaking the gravity of this catches up to you, your husband has hurt- killed this child. And there’s no remorse in his face, just a cold realism. In the pit of your stomach you know that this wasn’t an accident and it terrifies you. 

An almost amused expression crosses his face as he scoffs, but it’s still mean. “What have you done?” You’re suddenly incensed, a rage like you’ve never felt coursing through your veins. “What have you done?” You ask again, scowling. You’ve known this man for what felt like your whole life and now you hate him, he fucking disgusts you. 

“Easy.” He raises his hands like he’s trying to defend himself, trying to justify the unjustifiable.  “We can-” He steps towards you slightly and you immediately recoil. 

He stiffened, his expression completely changing, as the grave and serious feeling finally reached him. He looks at you with an unnameable emotion, ��Don’t you fucking dare flinch away from me.” It’s said so harshly, so venomously that a pang of fear spreads through your chest. All of a sudden you’re aware of what William is capable of and whilst it still repels you, the violent reality chills your blood. You’re alone, with him. With that. 

He watches the cogs turn in your head. He always knew you’d find out who he is eventually. It's inevitable, if not exactly like this then through a firm knock on the door concealing two uniformed officers. What’s the saying? ‘All things done in darkness will come to light.’ Well, here’s the fucking light, and it’s looking at him like he’s a monster. And it equally pisses him off and excites him.

 “Come here.” It’s an order. 

“No, William… I…” There are tears in your eyes at the emotional whiplash you’re experiencing. When he again steps towards you, you jump back, bumping into the shelving behind you, odd objects clattering on the floor. “Dont! Don’t touch me.” You hiss, panic making you raise your hands to strike at him, him touching you seems like the worst thing imaginable. You hit him in the chest, then again in the face before he stops you, grabbing your wrists and banging them above your head. The force of it again shakes the shelves, proving your terror right. 

“Don’t be fucking scared of me. I’ve never hurt you before, have I? Why would I start now?” He speaks through his teeth and it’s soberingly firm. 

“Get off me.” You struggle against him, thrashing as much as his brutal grip will allow. 

“You,” He lowers his head so he’s speaking directly in your face. “You are the mother of my children, I’m not going to lay a finger on you… Unless you make me.” 

Instantly you go still, his threat thinly veiled but clear as crystal in the damp and bloody room. There’s a man you recognise. A man who likes to bargain. Only this isn’t business, it’s life or death, his life for yours. 

“There you go. You need to get your head on straight, this is nothing to you.” And despite the poisonous hatred you feel you find yourself nodding, you have more than yourself to worry about and you’re as obligated to him as he is for you. For better or worse. 

[swampgh0stt]

That's not Child's Play

art by: @stardustrobin

Vanessa doesn’t trust the plush Spring Bonnie that T’aaku found. He isn’t willing to throw it out. Spring Bonnie comes to life and attacks Vanessa.

Something new sat in the nursery, staring with blank purple eyes. Settled beside the baby crib, the plush seemed like a sentry over the young infant Deishu. But Vanessa thought it more horrifying than anything else, and she couldn’t wrap her head around why T’aaku would have added this to the nursery… or when. She didn’t remember it when they first moved in together, and she had helped set it up when he came to live in her home. Yet, there the golden rabbit plush was, as if it had always been there. 

“T’aaku?” Vanessa called, never taking her eyes off the plush golden Bonnie. They had been through entirely too much to not question this strange appearance. “Can you come here?” 

He didn’t leave her waiting for long, hurrying into the nursery in case something was wrong. “Yeah?” His voice was soft, dripping with his own anxiety. “What’s wrong?” The blonde pointed to the plush rabbit, his yellow eyes following until they fell on the strange plush. Then his heart ached, tightening in his chest. 

Golden Bonnie. --William’s mascot. He had only ever known the man as the costumed character, having pulled William out of the secret room while he was trapped in the springlocked suit. The imagery of the golden rabbit was so heavily tied to everything T’aaku knew of his ex-lover, how could it be anything or anyone else? And then he felt guilty for not moving it sooner, now seeing the confused and terrified look in Vanessa’s green eyes. “Oh, that…” The mechanic swallowed down the lump forming in his throat. “Yeah, I… I don’t know where it came from. I think Aniu may have got it for him?”

But that didn’t make sense either. Aniu had made it her mission to bring justice to the children who lost their lives, to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that William Afton was the murderer never charged. 

“Deishu really likes him,” T’aaku tried to add as he slipped past her and closer to the crib. He took the golden Bonnie plush gently in hand, his gaze softened as he looked it over. 

Vanessa struggled to find the words. She didn’t blame T’aaku for any lingering affection (even if she didn’t quite understand it), but… “It’s creepy,” she admitted. “I don’t like it.” Her lover shrunk back like a kicked dog, falling quiet for the moment. He didn’t see the harm in keeping a toy around. 

“It’s not real, Vanessa…” Rarely was there a moment he would try to argue with her. Oftentimes, they agreed on… well, everything. Having spent so much time together, Vanessa and T’aaku found themselves in sync with each other. 

Was he really going to get upset over a stuffed animal? Then she paused, her green eyes shifting down. Was she really going to get upset over a stuffed animal? She clenched her hands, feeling something bitter bubbling in her gut as her eyes narrowed. Unable to explain, Vanessa was forced to resign, even if there was something off about the plush. Clearly, T’aaku didn’t feel the same way. And wouldn’t he know? His goggles were special, even if he never told her how or why. He would be able to see if there was something truly wrong with it. “Nevermind,” she mumbled, retreating from the nursery. 

That would not be the end of it. 

Vanessa swore the plush began moving around on its own. She would remember seeing it in one spot, only to find it in a completely different area of the house later. T’aaku was soft on the plush, wanting its company and somehow finding comfort in it. Vanessa didn’t understand, but she wasn’t going to give him much pushback for it either. Feelings were complicated. Despite how she felt about William, and the hell he put them both through-- she understood that her partner’s feelings (while messy) were genuine. And to his credit, T’aaku never argued in defense of their tormenter. At the end of the day, the mechanic had still come through for her-- saved her from William’s hold on her mind. He stood his ground and worked hard to take down the Monster in the pizzaplex. Together, they trapped the Mimic animatronic below, and brought MXES out to tackle the electronic beast William had become. 

She trusted her partner. And so, she kept her mouth shut about the oddities surrounding the Golden Bonnie plush. In the wake of her freedom, Vanessa knew she was prone to hallucinations and wrote off what she saw as nothing more than that: hallucinations. Her mind playing tricks on her. 

It was nothing to worry T’aaku over. Until that day--

Sharp pain shot through her whole body from the force of something metal penetrating her side. Vanessa immediately recoiled and fell to the floor, putting pressure on the open wound that took her by surprise. Blood seeped out, staining her white tank top. Her body trembled, overcome by agony and shock. What just happened? 

And then she was answered with a sneer. Her green eyes shifted up, finding the now animated plush of Golden Bonnie, his little paws bloodied. How he managed to shove a small pipe through her was beyond the blonde, who crawled back to create some distance between them. “Does it hurt?” William’s deep voice purred out from the plushie. “I guarantee it doesn’t hurt as badly as what you did to me.” 

“Fuck you-” Vanessa breathed out, but the pain in her voice made the statement lose its edge. It betrayed her, showing how truly scared she was in the moment. Her body pressed against the wall, one of her arms slapping against it for support-- to keep her weight off the protrusion in her side. Her voice might have failed her, too weak to call for help, but the scraping and scrambling done in her weakened state was enough. 

T’aaku’s white German Shepherd-- Shane, had heard the subtle sounds of distress. His sensitive nose immediately caught on the smell of blood, and he was off hunting down the source. Nose to the ground, the massive canine padded around the home until he found the threshold to the room Vanessa was trapped in. 

--the room where the living plush stood, taunting her. 

Shane’s fur bristled along his shoulders and neck as he let out a vicious bark, loud enough to catch T’aaku’s attention outside. Then, the canine lunged for the plushie, his metallic fangs ripping through cloth and stuffing with ease. There was nowhere to run. And no matter what William did, what scheming he came up with-- this damn dog was always there to ruin his plans.

[fire-of-the-sun]

Speculation on Lotor's Armor

It's time for more unnecessary speculation about Lotor because I miss him. Last time we addressed Lotor's appearance, we talked about what was up with his incredible hair (here), now I'd like to discuss his iconic armor, the potential history behind it and how it services his character.

Even just at first glance in his introductory scene, Lotor clearly stands apart from his fellow Galra and not just due to his features. Even before we see his face, his unique stature and attire speaks volumes about the character we're about to meet as the colors and overall style bears no resemblance to anything we see a typical Galra wear - nor anyone else for that matter - singling Lotor out as a unique and unpredictable individual. So, why does he choose to dress so differently?

One interesting and inescapable truth about Lotor's armor is that it perfectly matches the color scheme of his cat, Kova, to such a specific degree that it can be no accident, so it only makes sense that Lotor himself decided to create or commission a suit to match. But why? Well, given the childhood that Lotor had to endure, it's not hard to imagine the inspiration was simply due to his allegiance to the fellow quintessence-touched creature. A way to honor it as the only true friend and companion he's ever had and the only thing that's ever truly been his or, at least, the one thing he chose for himself. Kova no doubt played a huge role in his lonely life and was probably the only decent thing in it as, for someone who had no real or meaningful connections, this relationship would naturally become incredibly important to him - important enough to showcase visually. In this way, perhaps the decision isn't just a matter of honoring a friend, but also perpetuating his own individuality as defined by his relationship with his cat as something that belongs solely to him.

However, if we dig deeper into this, things get more interesting.

When I was originally writing this meta, I was looking for clues in Lotor's main design that could legitimize the idea that he would have tailored it to honor his Altean side (as he clearly isn't dressed like a Galra), as I think that would make a lot of sense for his character. Unfortunately, there's nothing incredibly obvious in his clothing that matches the aesthetic of the Alteans we see in the show as the style and color palette just don't align. This makes sense, I suppose, given that Lotor would never know exactly how they dressed even if he wanted to emulate them. And then I thought harder about Kova...

Given that he was originally Honerva's pet and she's Altean and therefore is from there as well, one could argue that designing his appearance after Kova was, intentionally or not, reflective of Altean culture to some degree. And if Lotor devised that Kova was originally Honerva's, his signature look could also be a way to remember his mother as well as her culture, both of which he deeply admires and are intrinsically part of himself. At this time, he believes all Alteans to be extinct, making him (and Kova) the sole keepers of their legacy and he chooses to wear that proudly. Ultimately, Kova isn't just his best friend, he's also a connection to his mother and Altea and all the things he holds dear and thus becomes his own personal mascot of sorts.

This decision is also deliciously ironic given that his chosen appearance is simultaneously an unintentional extension of Haggar as well, whom he despises but cannot fully escape. Just as Honerva and Haggar are two halves of the same person and Kova, therefore, belonged to both, the style Lotor chooses is also inextricably a reflection of Haggar just as much as it is Honerva and what they represent to him: corruption as well as purity - which is an interesting contrast in regard to Lotor's character.

Speaking of contrast, it's worth noting that there is, of course, a distinct and purposefully clashing styles between the Galra and Alteans. The former made up of sharp edges and intimidating reds and blacks while the latter is defined by soft shades of blue, gold and pure white. Both designs are successful in respectively encapsulating a race who's known only war and another that promotes peace. With a parent from each, Lotor naturally stands somewhere in between these opposing views both in his internal struggles as well as an outward appearance that doesn't conform perfectly to either. Lotor's style, therefore, is an interesting amalgamation of his roots, an echo of their inherent conflict, and a bold statement to all who see him who he is and where he stands.

So, we have an idea of the inspiration behind the armor, but when did he implement it?

We see in some flashbacks that young Lotor did wear Galran styled clothing. Though he cannot change the reality of his mixed blood, he can try to speak, act and dress as a Galra - all actions that a young prince would be expected to uphold but also probably pushed himself to practice and perfect in order to assimilate himself better into their society and appeal to his father. However, there's a huge unexplored time gap between what we see of Lotor's childhood and him as an adult who has already adopted his very divergent final look with no real explanation. That's why I mainly want to address the flashback in 8x02, as it's the youngest adult version we see of Lotor and marks an influential event that I feel could have had a grander effect with a few tweaks to his design.

At the beginning of the flashback, we see Lotor and Kova together - the proximity affording the audience a strategic reminder of their unmistakably similar color schemes and of their bond. Now, perhaps his appearance remains unchanged here simply to make it easier for the artists and animators so they could avoid designing a new look for him for only one scene, but I personally find it a wasted opportunity to benefit the story further by showing Lotor at a very different point in his life and a different appearance would certainly help reflect that.

Personally, I would have liked to have seen him in more traditional Galran clothing here and maybe even sporting slightly shorter hair - even if only for the selfish desire to see Lotor look somewhat different at some point during the course of the entire show. The hair would help to indicate that he's a little younger here (though we don't actually know how long ago it was) and the traditional armor would supplement the story visually by showing him still bearing some ties to his Galran heritage at this point as he continues to try to prove himself to his father that he is an effective and worthy son. He does want to change things though and help his father see there are other, more merciful ways of reaching their goals and by appearing as a Galra in the best way he can, he could perhaps make his sentiments more palatable.

Of course, things go horribly wrong and this flashback details one of the biggest shifts in Lotor's life. In the span of one scene, he transforms from dutiful Galran prince trying to please his father to exile who has severed all ties to the Galra, all hopes of appealing to Zarkon and is now determined to bring him down. Until this point, Lotor has struggled and failed to be the prince his father and the rest of his people would approve of and changing his entire appearance after his exile would really punctuate his literal and symbolic divergence from the Galra by creating a look and identity all his own with no aesthetic connection to them. Lotor, at last, is taking control over his own life and no longer living in his abuser's shadow. Naturally, the change is openly rebellious - an unmistakable rejection of a culture that rejected him and a slap in the face to all who see him. He's charted his own course and pledged allegiance fully to himself and what he believes in. Lotor's generals are also tasked to wear the same style clothing as him - a clear sign to all who see them to whom they serve.

Of course, there could be other explanations that accommodate the writers need for him to maintain this look:

Perhaps Lotor just changed his look as an angsty teen who wanted to rebel perhaps. My issue with this idea though is that I don't think Zarkon would have approved of him dressing as anything less than a Galran prince is expected to and, as we see of Lotor even as an adult in the flashback, he's still trying to present himself the best he can to his father, and I don't think he'd take the risk of angering him just to feel more independent as Zarkon will use any excuse to punish him. I like to think that Lotor's outburst against his tactics in this flashback is the first real time he's ever rebelled against his father, hence the surprise and severe punishment. Lotor would never want to willingly incur his wrath unless over such an important thing as the lives of others - another reason why I think changing into his final look after his exile is the best narrative choice. Only after being formally expelled from the empire, I imagine, Zarkon would no longer care about seeing Lotor maintain a Galran appearance and would no longer protest to seeing him dressed differently.

Or, maybe he only recently adopted the new look while staying on Ven'tar's planet with Kova for a year. Perhaps, in his first real venture outside of Zarkon's shadow and Galran culture, he became more independent, more self-assured and wanted to adjust his attire to reflect that growth. To make something of himself on his own and define himself as an individual who is open to clothing untethered to just one culture. Maybe this decision was also partially bolstered by his inclination to make the people he's leading feel more comfortable around him as well by presenting himself as different than the other Galra they know and fear. Of course, during his conversation with Zarkon, we also learn that Lotor now knows about his Altean roots and that potentially recent discovery could also have played a role in his desire to alter his appearance (using Kova as his muse) as his time away gave room for him to begin to distance himself from the Galra and begin his exploration into his Altean heritage. Again, though, I don't think Zarkon would naturally approve of seeing him in foreign attire (especially inspired by Altea). He doesn't care about Lotor but he does care about maintaining his image as a Galra prince and projecting the strength and authority that title brings over others as demonstrated in this scene.

Ultimately, regardless of the exact origins, this visual separation from the Galra serves to aid Lotor in his quest to transform the universe by presenting himself as someone who stands apart from the rest of his race and their ruthless ways. He's independent with a unique appearance to match his unique manner of leadership and ideas for the future. Presenting a wholly personal choice of style that acts as a natural extension of himself and a love for his Altean heritage as inspired from the only friend he ever really had.

So, there you have it! That's my unnecessarily long take on why Lotor dresses to match his cat.

[lizardsfromspace]

When thinking about how wide a net TTRPG games used to cast there's a few major examples. Like how there was a James Bond RPG in the 80s that was both extremely popular & mechanically unique (it could function with just one GM and one player as Bond or a Bond-like secret agent, and was designed to feel like a Bond movie), or the Dallas RPG that was a massive bomb that killed the company that made it but is conceptually funny (it was only the second licensed RPG ever! The first was Star Trek and the second was somehow the primetime soap opera Dallas)

But a while back I stumbled across the knowledge that there was a Tales from the Crypt RPG in the 90s. I was kind of fascinated with how that worked. It was for a system I'd never heard of called Masterbook

I did some reading on it and it seems like nobody liked Masterbook. At the time or now. One thread I read said it seemed ill-suited to Tales from the Crypt, but also it was "ill-suited for anything". I still don't know why. All I can see is that it somehow involved a deck of cards and the company soon ditched it for a new d6 system

So that thread says there's two ways to play it, one as a one-shot, and one as a campaign where your characters assume the bodies of different characters each setting. Which, they somehow managed to come up with the perfect mechanics for a Quantum Leap game for a Tales from the Crypt game. Except your physical stats change every time which makes them pointless (in a Quantum Leap game that wouldn't apply bc Sam actually wasn't leaping into someone's body, his body was made to look like the person he leapt into, who was transported to the future. This is shown in the episode where he can walk when he's leapt into someone without legs & the one where the guy he's leapt into escapes into the far-off cyberpunk future of four years after the episode was shot. Even though every part of that would make more sense if he was just mentally leaping into their body)

Anyway West End Games picked some weird ass titles to turn into RPGs under Masterbook. In addition to an original setting they did Indiana Jones (later converted to D6), Tank Girl, the horror novel series Necroscope, and? Species (1995)? Once upon a time a mediocre monster movie about a hot lady alien with a cool but poorly translated-to-screen HR Geiger design could get an RPG with a totally unique system nobody really liked, and now we can just get people hacking it into 5E, or possibly making an April Fool's Day joke game where advertising mascots date each other

[corendisguise]

Mascot locker room fantasy

Chapter 2

Ben felt the afterglow of their intense encounter linger in the air, a tangible warmth that enveloped the room. Jake sat on the edge of the locker room bench, his naked form glistening with sweat, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. His eyes were still hazy with pleasure, a look of complete surrender etched on his face. Ben watched him for a moment, savoring the sight of Jake’s vulnerability before turning his attention to the mascot suit crumpled around his feet.

The suit was a mess—sweat-soaked from their earlier activities, the fabric clinging to itself like a second skin. Ben knelt down, running his hands over the material, feeling the stickiness of it against his palms. The smell of their combined exertion filled his nostrils, a heady mix of sweat and musk that sent a thrill through him. He smirked, imagining the reactions of the people if they could see him now, stepping into the suit completely naked. The thought alone made his cock twitch, already hardening again at the prospect of pushing boundaries once more.

“Help me with this,” Ben said, his voice low and commanding as he glanced up at Jake. “I need to get into it.”

Jake nodded eagerly, his eyes lighting up with excitement. Without hesitation, he stood, stepped out of the suit and moved to Ben’s side, his hands reaching out to assist. Together, they lifted the suit off the ground, the weight of it making it cumbersome to handle. Ben stepped into the legs first, the wet fabric clinging to his skin, the sensation both uncomfortable and exhilarating. Jake helped him shimmy into the upper half, the tightness of the suit accentuating Ben’s muscular frame.

“Damn, this is harder than I thought,” Ben muttered, struggling to align the zipper at the front. His hard cock pressed against the fabric, trapped between his body and the suit’s confinement. The friction only heightened his arousal, making him growl low in his throat.

Jake’s hands were steady as he helped guide the zipper, his fingers brushing against Ben’s skin and sending shivers down his spine. When they finally managed to close the zipper, Ben let out a relieved breath, though the discomfort persisted. The suit was tighter than usual, the sweat making it cling to him even more. But despite the challenge, there was a thrill in the discomfort, a sense of being pushed to his limits—both physically and sexually.

“Looks amazing on you,” Jake said, his voice laced with admiration as he stepped back to admire Ben’s transformation. The suit fit snugly, the fur exaggerating his muscles, making him appear even more imposing. Jake’s gaze lingered on the bulge in the suit, his own desire evident in the way his cock twitched.

Ben adjusted the suit, feeling the weight of the head resting beside him. He picked it up, holding it in his hands for a moment before turning to Jake. “Stay here,” he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Wait for me. I’ll be back soon.”

Jake nodded, his expression eager and submissive. “I’ll be here,” he said softly, his eyes never leaving Ben’s. There was a promise in his gaze, a silent agreement that this wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.

With that, Ben placed the head over his own, the world immediately shifting as his vision was reduced to the narrow view of the eyeholes. The familiar sensations of the suit returned, the heat and humidity closing in around him. He took a deep breath, smelling the remnants of Jake’s scent within the confines of the mask, the combination of his own sweat and Jake’s arousal fueling his desires even further.

“Let’s go put on a show,” Ben whispered to himself, his voice muffled by the mask. He turned and walked out of the locker room, the weight of the suit and the anticipation of what was to come driving him forward. The corridors of the arena were quiet, the usual hustle and bustle of game day temporarily subdued. Ben moved with purpose, his steps echoing through the empty halls, each one bringing him closer to the spotlight.

As he made his way to the entrance area of the arena, Ben couldn’t help but think about Jake waiting for him in the locker room. The image of Jake’s naked form, his submission and eagerness, kept flashing through his mind, fueling his excitement. He knew what he wanted when he returned—he wanted Jake to take control, to claim him in the same way he had claimed Jake. The idea of now being dominated in return, of surrendering to Jake’s strength and desire, was again intoxicating. It was a role reversal he hadn’t anticipated, but one that excited him beyond measure.

When Ben finally reached the entrance, the lights were dimmed, the rest of the arena almost empty except for a few staff members tidying up. He stepped into the center of a platform in front of the audience, the spotlight instantly finding him. The familiar rush of adrenaline surged through his veins as he began to perform, the movements natural and fluid despite the added challenge of the sweat-soaked suit. The audience now may not have been large, but the energy was still palpable, the cheers and applause filling the space.

But as Ben danced and interacted with the crowd, his thoughts kept drifting back to Jake. He could feel the weight of the suit pressing against his body, the moisture clinging to his skin, and the ache in his muscles from their earlier exertions. It all served as a reminder of what had happened, of the connection he had made with Jake. And as the performance went on, Ben found himself growing harder, the pressure mounting inside the suit.

By the time Ben finished his routine and made his way backstage, his arousal was nearly unbearable. The suit was stifling, the sweat pooling beneath the layers of fabric, and his cock pressed tightly against the material. He needed relief, and he needed it now. With a sense of urgency, Ben removed the head of the suit, his breathing heavy as he tossed it aside. He quickly shed the rest of the costume, his movements frantic as he stripped down to nothing.

“Jake,” Ben called out, his voice hoarse with need. “Get over here. Now.”

Jakes eyes locked on Ben, a mixture of awe and hunger in his gaze. Without a word, he crossed the distance between them, his movements deliberate and confident.

Ben grabbed Jake by the shoulders, pulling him close. Their bodies collided, the heat radiating from Jake’s skin sparking an instant response in Ben. He kissed him hard, their lips meeting in a clash of passion and desperation. Jake responded eagerly, his hands roaming over Ben’s chest, his fingers tracing the contours of muscle and sinew.

“You liked wearing the suit, didn’t you?” Ben growled, his voice low and commanding. “You liked feeling how it feels to be me.”

Jake nodded, his eyes wide with desire. “Yes,” he admitted, his voice barely a whisper. “It was… incredible.”

Ben smirked, his confidence returning in full force. “Good,” he said, his tone dripping with dominance. “Because I want you to do it again. I want you to wear the suit. And this time, I want you to fuck me in it.”

Ben’s hands moved with precision, zipping the back of the sweat-soaked suit snugly around Jake’s body. The material clung to him, heavy and damp from their earlier activities, but Jake didn’t resist. He stood still, his breathing heavy as he felt the suit encase him once more. The musky scent of Ben’s sweat filled his nostrils, stirring something primal within him. He was entranced, lost in the feel of the suit’s fur against his skin, the way it stretched over his muscles, exaggerating them as if they had been sculpted by some unseen force.

“There,” Ben said, stepping back to admire his work. “Perfect.” His voice was low, almost a growl, and it sent shivers down Jake’s spine. Ben grabbed the mascot head and held it up, examining it for a moment before placing it firmly over Jake’s own head. The world went muffled, the sounds of the locker room fading into a dull hum. Jake could hear his own heartbeat pounding in his ears, each thud echoing like a drumbeat.

Ben stepped closer again, his hands moving to the front of the suit. He found the hidden zipper there, sliding it open with ease. Jake’s cock, already half-hard from the sensation of the suit, sprang free, exposed to the cool air of the locker room. Ben smirked, his eyes glinting with satisfaction as he surveyed the scene before him.

“Now,” Ben said, his voice commanding, “I want you to take me. Hard. Show me what kind of man wears this suit.”

Jake hesitated for only a moment before nodding. He could feel the weight of the suit on his shoulders, the way it seemed to amplify his strength, his confidence. He moved toward Ben, his movements slow and deliberate, the fur of the suit brushing against Ben’s skin as he approached.

Ben turned, presenting his ass to Jake, his legs spread wide. He leaned forward slightly, bracing himself against the table, his muscled backside on full display. The sight of it was enough to drive Jake wild. He adjusted his position, aligning himself with Ben’s waiting hole, and without further hesitation, he thrust inside.

The sensation was unlike anything Jake had ever experienced. Ben’s body clenched tightly around him, hot and wet and perfect. Jake’s hips snapped forward, driving deeper with each thrust, the sound of flesh meeting flesh filling the small space. Ben groaned, his hands gripping the edge of the table as Jake took him with brutal efficiency.

“Fuck… yes…” Ben growled, his voice ragged with need. “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.”

Jake obeyed, his movements growing faster, harder. The suit restricted his range of motion slightly, but it only added to the intensity of the experience. He could feel the sweat dripping down his face, pooling at the edges of the mask, but he barely noticed. All that mattered was the man beneath him, the way Ben writhed and moaned, the way his body responded to every thrust.

Ben’s fingers dug into the table, his nails leaving small dents in the surface as he fought to hold on. His chest heaved, his breath coming in short, desperate gasps. The pleasure was overwhelming, bordering on painful, and yet he craved more. He needed more.

“Harder,” Ben demanded, his voice cracking. “Goddamn it, Jake, harder!”

Jake obliged, his hips snapping forward with renewed vigor. He could feel the pressure building in his balls, the tension coiling tighter and tighter. It wouldn’t be long now. He licked the sweat from the inside of the mascot head, breaths coming in heavy pants as he continued to pound into Ben.

“That’s it…” Ben murmured, his voice soft but no less commanding. “Take me. Take everything I have to give.”

Jake’s thrusts grew erratic, his movements faltering as the pleasure peaked. He could feel the heat rising in his chest, his vision blurring behind the mask. With one final, powerful thrust, he emptied himself inside Ben, his release washing over him in a wave of pure ecstasy.

Ben shuddered beneath him, his own orgasm hitting him like a tidal wave. His body convulsed, his muscles tightening around Jake as he came, his seed spilling onto the floor below. For a moment, the only sound in the room was their labored breathing.

Jake pulled out slowly, his body trembling with exhaustion. He stood there for a moment, trying to catch his breath, the weight of the suit feeling heavier than ever. Ben turned to face him, his eyes dark with desire, his lips curved into a satisfied smile.

“Not bad,” Ben said, his voice low and approving.

Jake reached up with shaking hands, pulling the mascot head off his own. The cool air hit his face, and for a moment, he simply stared at Ben, his mind racing. He felt a mixture of pride and disbelief, unsure of what to say or do next.

Ben stepped closer, his hands reaching up to cup Jake’s face. Their eyes met, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. Then, Ben leaned in, pressing his lips to Jake’s in a slow, lingering kiss. The taste of sweat and musk and sex lingered on their tongues, a testament to the passion they had shared.

“Stay with me tonight,” Ben murmured against Jake’s lips. “I want to see where this goes

to be continued…

[cat-shouty-13]

I may be cringe but I am free

Magical girl benbaro au !

I love them and I love magical girls so I make content that appeals to me only :)

Lepus (the genus for hares)

Albert is just a cute design, he's fluffy and has bells that jingle. His glasses are purposely over sized here as a sort of mask/identity hider

Fun fact: in doing this design I realized that Juliet sleeves are my one true love and I will put them on more people <3

Reaper (I hope the name reason is obvious)

The skirt is just Cure Finale's skirt but it's a great design and I think it suits him. The torso draping's are meant to look like ribs. He still has his boots because I like them and also because it would feel wrong if he didn't have them. His mask has little fang-like protrusions because vampire

Lore Time !

So ! Albert and Barok both have little mascot creatures called Standards (like the flag) Albert's is a hare called Helle and Barok's is a skeleton/reaper called Angel.

People who transform and use the Standards magic are called Champions, so Albert is the current Hare Champion and Barok is the current Skeleton Champion.

When transformed, Champions can give people a kind of magical stupidity, this just prevents people who know them from recognizing them. It manifests in a Champion just looking like a completely different person (this different person is actually just the human form of their Standard)

For example Reaper looks and sounds like a tall, slender woman with straight, black hair to everyone else but himself and other Champions. To himself and other Champion he looks and sounds like himself (the way he looks in the above designs). His mask is purely so that other Champions don't see his scar and have the chance to work out that he is Barok van Zieks dispite the magical stupidity.

Their weapons are a scythe for Reaper (very creative I know) and a pair of pistols for Lepus (like the dualies from splatoon).

Lepus can control electricity to a degree and can also teleport to any place he's been before or any place within sight (super high voltage instantaneous kinesis is real now). Reaper can control blood but he has to have an access point, if that makes sense. Essentially, if someone has an open wound he could just take that blood and use it in the same way most magical girls with water powers use water.

I do have more lore but I feel like I should put that in a separate post

Anyway ! Yippee magical girls !

[jellycreamjammedart]

Lost and Found (Super)Stars

[THATS IT YALL THE BRAINROT AND HEADCANONS FINALLY KICKED ME IN THE ASS AND NOW I WANNA MAKE IT AN STORY]

PT. 1 (index/parts) (Tag: desktop/mobile)

FNAF Security Breach Ruin, post-"betrayal" elevator ending hurt/comfort, Found Family, something I like to call "Hopeful Horror"

Summary: Having had her kindness stomped on then spat back at her, betrayed by who she thought was her friend, and now stuck at the ruined remains of Freddy Fazbear's PizzaPlex, Cassie tries to find the slightest bit of meaning and worth in all of this.

"Cassie?"

Roxanne Wolf uneasily called out to the silence that was following the very nasty, loud metallic sound of heavy free-falling and crushing. The kind of noise that makes one feel the vibrations of it through the air and reverberate over the walls. When it comes to that, the dead silence that came afterwards was anything but reassuring. The wolf's endoskeleton ears pinned back against her exposed metal skull.

'Please let her have left this accursed place,' she thought to herself.

Even without her eyes, the view before her sends an sinking feeling into her non-existent stomach.

The elevator shaft that was supposed to lead her twice number 1 back to freedom was squashed to around half its former height, almost like a harmonica. The damned creature she fought not long ago was motionless on the floor, likely knocked back by the crash-land of the elevator; interestingly, it was missing an arm now.

No matter. Roxy walked past the rogue endo, bee-lining to the elevator, internally begging for it to be empty. With what remains of her sharp claws, as well as robot strength, she slashed and forced open the elevator doors, and her ears drop at the sight before her.

"Cassie!?"

Roxy doesn't hesitate to gather the unresponsive child into her metal arms, a million thoughts racing through her head, most of them along the lines of what happened and how could this happen?

How could this happen!? How could she have let this happen to her twice number 1!?

She shifts the girl into one arm, her other hand brushing the curling hair off Cassie's face; her metallic spine shudders uncomfortably at the feel of something wet upon doing so.

Any laments are momentarily halted when Roxy feels some ominous rumbling, like land shifting. But not under them. Somewhere above. Something is tunneling around through the earth above their heads.

It's become a lot more urgent the moment a large boulder results from that, and lands right onto the squashed elevator shaft, crushing it completely (as well as the endo arm that was in there.) If she had taken Cassie out just a little later...

Roxy shifts the child again, holding her in both arms with her head resting over her shoulder, before she twisted on her heels and bolted down the hall, knowing the sign of a boulder means, usually, more boulders. She leaps over the endoskeleton, seemingly just now starting to recover its senses. More boulders fall over the elevator shaft, rendering it and even the possibility of scaling it up null.

Roxy can hear that creature screeching after her, almost as if frustrated at having its planned way out buried under boulders and rubble, but the wolf ignored it, refusing to look back let alone slow down even the slightest bit. Especially when she can still hear some rumbling above them. She dashes through the doorway right before boulders fall, partially blocking it, which buys them time as the rogue endo has now to plow its way through it. Roxy rushes through the raw tunnels, feeling like the world was crashing down over her and her precious winner, even though it was probably only a few more isolated boulders crashing onto some of the dead-ends.

Upon reaching that mossy room full of creepy mascot suits, Roxy can hear the rumbling of earth calming down a little. She wouldn't have stopped at all, but a certain other sound caught her attentive ears.

"... Roxy...?"

"Cassie??" Roxy skids to a halt upon hearing the girl's hoarse voice, carefully setting her on the ground but still holding onto her shoulders. "Cassie? Cassie, are you okay??" If she had lungs, her torn up torso would be raising and lowering rapidly in anticipation of the answer.

Cassie's eyes do drift to her favorite bandmate's endoskeleton face. She's conscious but still dazed, a trickle of blood leaking down the side of her forehead from under her hair; no wonder she's dazed, she must have hit her head back at the elevator. That definitely will need some looking at. "Roxy, you... You actually came back for me, even after... after what I..." She trails off, seemingly struggling to get her bearings, and yet understood perfectly how far Roxy had just gone for her. Something catches the corner of her eye, and she slowly bends down to pick up the Freddy-talk that had been used to play her like a fiddle, staring down at it.

Roxy would've said that of course she came back; she didn't exactly understand why Cassie had tried to deactivate her, but could see crystal clear the pain and grief in the girl's face every second of it, it was like Cassie was murdering her and hating every moment of it. But before the wolf could say anything, a sound once again catches her ears. "CASSIE, WATCH OUT!"

She basically tackles herself and Cassie through the formerly barricaded door and into the next room, the girl held securely into her arms, turning so that her robotic body scraped by the floor rather than the kid's. She had pushed them both just before a boulder in the other room would've crashed onto them both.

They both sit up and stare at the fresh debris right next room.

"... that was a close one." Roxy exhaled stunned, while Cassie scrambled onto her feet and nearly stumbled over to the old computer off to the side. "Cassie? What are you doing?"

Cassie groans to herself still a little dizzy; of course the computer is lifeless and useless. ... in the Real World, at least.

She wipes the blood off her forehead with her sleeve, then reaches for an ominous-looking rabbit mask from under her red sweater, putting it over her face.

Now she can see the power on button highlighted, in the Augmented Reality, which she presses, bringing in a message onto the screen:

WARNING: SECURITY PROTOCOLS DEACTIVATED. TURN SYSTEM ON ANYWAY?

[YES] [NO]

Cassie presses YES, prompting a BOOTING UP... message to pop up on the computer screen, the sound akin to the humming of a CPU starting to run in the large server right behind her.

To Be Continued...

[trainer-sean]

Indigo Park: compiled Theory info.

Firstly: certain info has been presented by UniqueGeese, the main developer of the game regarding pre-existing content. Such as Animatronic Mollie's glitching babble being nothing but gibberish, not an actual statement. Also, Rambley will not be a plot twist villain or villainous in anyway.

A number of parts in this are basically the same information over and over, and I'm not in the mood to editing, sorry.

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Mollie is also in a cage in Rambley rush, somehow. Maybe it symbolizes that the Ai are locked up somewhere, and Salem has corrupted the Bio-mascots(as I've been calling the monsters). Considering the implied Abuse they must have gone through from the Park Staff(willing to bet they didn't even get proper Animal caretakers). Also the possible Supernatural forces in this setting, considering a Rambleberry somehow popped out of Rambley rush.

Maybe Salem can possess her Bio-Salem counterpart, or she herself(im gonna assume Salem is female, just gives off the Female punk vibe for me) has leapt from Cyberspace, into Reality(like the Rambleberry, but this could even be more dangerous then we think, considering what can be designed in Cyberspace, I'm sure some of us have watched Digimon enough to know what kind of damage a Digital entity can do in the physical world). Maybe even Fused herself with her Bio-counterpart for all we know. The potion in Rambley Rush probably symbolizes her influence in how she got the Bio-mascots to go wild, which lead to Indigo Park being shut down. And considering Bird Up(the Indigo Park brand soda) is still out, its a Corporation similar to Disney(even if that wasn't obvious before), where they have multiple assets and money, that they could cover up what shutdown the park.

In a Previous shot, from a Trailer, it shows the game takes place in 2023/2024(can't remember which one, sorry) so can't really be the future.

There's also the concern on how the Bio-Mascots are sustaining themselves. They've been trapped in the park for 8 years, alone, sure something small like Bio-Mollie COULD sustain itself on rats if need be, but I doubt the rest of them as big as they are can't sustain themselves the way things are. Maybe they don't NEED to eat, but have the instinctual need or desire to, considering Bio-Lloyd dragged Bio-Mollie's dead body back to his den to eat her. Possibly another supernatural thing to do with the park.

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WAIT! I have a theory that all the Park ai are locked up somewhere and Salem has influenced the Bio-Mascots somehow, probably coaxing them into fighting their abusers(the Park staff). THE MOLLIE ANIMATRONIC ITS WRAPPED IN RUBAR, BARS, MOLLIE'S AI IS TRAPPED IN THE ANIMATRONIC THAT IS CHAINED UP!!! IN SALEM'S SECTION OF THE RAMBLEY RAILROAD!

May leading theory is that Salem can possibly either exit and enter cyberspace freely(i believe this due to the Rambley rush game, popping out a Rambleberry, something even Ed(the games protag) is in Disbelief about)) or is somehow possessing her Bio-Mascot Counterpark. Considering her Section of the ride is utterly destroyed, who knows.

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The mascot suits were put in storage though, Rambley's was actually so new that they didn't give it an ID number when the Bio-Mascots were brought in. Rambley serves as a Guide and Primary Ai for most park functions, its makes sense his Ai is split in between multiple Systems and drives(kinda like a Single Consciousness Hivemind, a Hivemind made up of a single person).-(this statement is based on the fact Ramblet talks about Defragmentation)-

Plus there's a Possible plot element, the Rambleberry from Rambley Rush, a item from Cyberspace popped out of the Cabinets screen. Who knows if its limited to items.

The Game possibly symbolizes some plot elements as well, A Second Mollie in a Cage, that causes things to glitch out. A Animatronic Mollie in Salem's Section of Rambley's Railroad thats Tied up in Rubar that Glitches out when you approach her. And a Feral and Malicious copy of her, a 'real' Mollie. Who attacks due to Salem Influence.

Its easy to call a Robot/Ai the fake while the living breathing one is the real deal, kinda like its viewed in Rambley Rush that the Mollie whos not in the cage is Assumed to be the Real Mollie, while the one in the cage remains silent and who can't even approach without a Glitch happening that keeps you from talking to her. Sound familiar? And event wise, you should find the Caged Mollie before encountering the 'real' Mollie.

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i actually have some speculation related to the Rambley Rush Arcade Cabinet and its connection to the events in-game. Both on how its portraying events in game, and something.... supernatural, that could occur.

Firstly, two mollies in the RR. One in a cage, and one portrayed as Real being corrupted by Salem. Thing is, we see a Mollie 'caged' in Salems Destroyed section of Rambley Railroad, an Animatronic that Glitches out as she tries to talk to you as you walk up to it, an Animatronic buried under Rubble and Wrapped in Rubar, very artificially done. And in RR? When you approach the Caged Mollie, the game glitches out, forcing you to restart.

And a fact of the matter is, its easy to assign the role of the Real-deal to the living breathing creature then to the Ai.

We've got a Reverse of Metal Sonic/mecha Godzilla here, and Organic creature created and designed in the shape of a Machine/Ai.

We see the 'real' Mollie as a Uncontrolled and Feral monster trying to kill us. Possibly from Salem's doing. The Bio-Mascots were abused by park staff, Salem probably was able to give them a push in the direction where they fought back, which wouldn't be hard, the Bio-Mascots aren't human level intelligent, they're modified animals.

Ai Mollie is Caged in the animatronic in Salem's Section of RRR(Rambley Railroad) and glitches out when you approach, keeping her from talking. But she has a conflicting message, of course. "Rambley hurts Lloyd" essentially, which could mean a number of things really. Could very well mean his feelings for all we know, could be a fake memory. Also, Salem doesn't seem to like Friendship and stuff like that, but the Character design described her in a Twitter post based on her and all the other Characters inspiration, two of which being Mackey Mouses main Baddies, Pete and that one rat guy. And Miss Kitty from Reivel goes west, primarily her secret softer side. From what I can tell, the characters have pre-programmed traits that can be altered from learning, Rambley Dislikes Lloyd, but he actual finds a Small reason to, the throwback Plushie. Salem may dislike Friendship but she still has a Softspot that wants it, she doesn't know how to express it. Maybe she thinks humans, their creators are bad, and its easy to find why in her point of view, they pre-programmed their personalitys, and made them self aware and sentient(no choice in who they get to be). They create creatures to look like them and then abuse them. Maybe she sees it all as a way to bekind to them, to be friends without all the fluff.

Now the Rambleberry... a item popped out of CYBERSPACE! Rambley even asks the player not to eat it, cause maybe he'll be able to one day. Is this, REALization limited to the items in a video game, or could the Ai Pop out too?

Added note: I saw Video for 'things you missed' and when they got to Rambley Rush, they zoomed out, and you could see stuff outside of the usual games view, and in a hidden box bellow the map, was a Two Corrupt Mollie's(the purple version from Salem's potions) and a Trophy. I dont know if this is just something they put in as a weird Easter egg. Or it could be implying, two more Bio-Mollies, and the Trophy could symbolize the end of the game. In the recent update, it adds Codes and hidden files you can access when you figure out the codes, one shows a Lab with an Egg, and another code, saying something about Subject 2 or something like that. Maybe the lab that made the Bio-Mascots are under the park, and the end of the game leads you there, where ya face them and ultimately beat the game? And maybe Salem is being used as a Placeholder to the scientists that made the Bio-Mascots? She/they make Potions and inventions and stuff, so she'd make a perfect placeholder. And all the squirrels in the game are placeholders for experiments before they started making the Bio-Mascots.

[artzychic27]

You got to admit that Marc and Nath have always had Adrien’s back in a way others haven’t. Like, them automatically sensing he was genderqueer/genderfluid? (Marinette probably dictate she was supposed to be the princess in their comic but they took one look at Adrien, and said “yeah no they’d wear a dress. There’s something gay going on there.” And take creative liberties because we all know Marc and Nath have good taste.) and to top it off on the Boys Only Party they literally kissed Adrien on his cheeks. That party was extremely gay and like I feel like Nath and Marc both said to Nino “we know he’s your baby chick but it’s obvious he’s not straight or Cis. We can break it to him gently or do it the fun way.” And Nino is saluting them like “I leave it to you. Don’t break the baby chick.”

Basically I’m just imagining Nath and Marc making plans with the Science kids to kidnap and adopt Adrien. He really needs it. I mean, a queer magical catboyTM who was literally born out of magic? He’s the perfect mascot for the Science Squad. From what I’ve seen they’ve all had some weird experiences with magic. Adrien literally is the definition of “weird experience with magic.”

Marc: *Pulls Adrien out of the body bag* Sorry, but we didn't know if you'd go with us willingly.

Adrien: But, I would have!

Nathaniel: See? I told you.

Marc: You suggested using chloroform!

Adrien: Guys! What's going on?

Jean: Why tell you... When I can sing to you?! *A spotlight shines on him, dressed in a sequin suit* Maestro! *Piano music plays* Weeeelll~

*After a lavish musical number written and choreographed by Jean*

Jean: And that's how they do it, from England to Pompei! My dear, sweet sunshine child, you're totally... GAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYY! Yeah! *Confetti rains down*

Adrien: *Clapping* Oh, my gosh! That was amazing!

Jean: Thank you! Thank you! Yes, I know! So, did you get the message?

Adrien: ... The what?

Cosette: How can someone so cute be so oblivious?

Zoé: It's one of life's mysteries.

Nathaniel: Alright, I'll just come out and say it. In fact, this is so serious, that I'm gonna drop the shy voice. *Lower voice* You're obviously queer and genderfluid.

Adrien: ... What?

Aurore: Way to lay it on gently, Nath.

Adrien: But, I'm not. It's normal for guys to enjoy being girls for a bit... Right?

Science Kids/Nathaniel: *Raised eyebrows*

Simon: Sure. And, you're probably gay or bi.

Adrien: What? No, I'm not. I like girls.

Denise: Nothing about the way you look at Luka is straight, penqueño sol.

Reshma: And, what is it about Marinette that you truly like?

Adrien: ...

Reshma: What about Kagami?

Adrien: ...

Lacey: Yep, he's gay.

Mireille: Knew it. Now, he's obviously not a disaster gay. And, I don't think he's functional, either.

Cosette: More like a cross between distinguished and disaster, really.

Reshma: We'll settle that later. Adrien, we're going dress shopping. I'll pay so your dad doesn't see the charge.

Adrien: ... Can I get something in floral print?

Ismael: As long as it's tasteful and accentuates your shape. *The others look at him strangely* What? I hang out with Reshma, so I pick up fashion terms!