#could this be part of where the reboot went wrong

[myuni-moon]

SAGAU: Reboot (part 2)

cw: violence

You’re not exactly sure where you went wrong, but you find yourself detained in the Knights of Favonius Headquarters. Perhaps it was the fact that you had no self-identification to show the guards that stopped you on your way in, or maybe it was your suspicious-looking behavior as you blurted out you had memory loss and stumbled into Mondstadt– which is not entirely untrue. Either way, the ending is getting chained to a chair in a dimly lit office with no way of explaining or protecting yourself.

You sigh, leaning back into your chair. The manacle around your wrist rubs against your skin, its chains clanging with your movement. Your current location is devoid of any windows, and you wouldn’t be able to tell if you were above or underground. The door is most definitely locked because you’d heard it click after you were left here. Furniture is also sparse; other than the one you’re currently occupying, only a metal table and another chair sit in front of you.

A candle is perched on the surface, illuminating your space enough for you to get the general idea that you are most probably in some kind of interrogation room. If you were to look under the table you are tied to, you’re sure you would see its legs bolted or nailed into the ground. Very characteristic of the cop movie you once stayed up to watch a few months back. Now that you think about it, you never really got to finish it. You passed out halfway in.

Just before the existential crisis of being locked up in the dark permeates your system, the door creaks open. The sound reminds you of the front door of your grandparents’ house– rickety yet unnerving. Your head snaps up in response. The silhouette of a man enters, and you silence a gasp threatening to escape your parted mouth.

The voice that accompanies it is mellow, deep and harmonic despite the annoyance in tone. “Look, it’s too early in the day for this. So do me a favor and just cooperate.”

Blue hair. Eyepatch. Pupils in the shape of a four-pointed star. Fluffy scarf.

You don’t know if you want to laugh or cry because Kaeya Alberich is standing in front of you with a scowl and irritation apparent in his voice. On one hand, this could very well be your salvation if you played your cards right. On another, Kaeya may just be one of the many characters you wish to never be with in this circumstance.

He doesn’t even bother to look at you, gaze scanning through a folder poised in his grasp. Kaeya just sits across from you in the once vacant seat, and you feel queasiness dance in your stomach.

“I am the Cavalry Captain of the Knights of Favonius. You are currently detained for suspicious behavior, according to reports.”

He sounds so monotone– uninterested and exasperated. It’s not at all like the Kaeya you’re used to seeing. Typically, he’s playful and sly which leans into the trickster role most players know him for. Just like everything you’ve experienced thus far, you’re stuck in a state of liminality. You’re teetering between the recognizable and the unknown.

It fills you with dread because you’re acutely aware that you have no understanding of the Kaeya before you.

“It says you entered Mondstadt this morning. When questioned for identification, you were unable to procure any documentation.” He raises a brow pointedly. “You claimed you had memory loss and came to the city for answers after seeing it from the forest you woke up in the northeast of the city– which would be the Whispering Woods. Is that all?”

You nervously blink, “Uh, yes?”

He throws the folder haphazardly onto the table. His actions are very unlike him. This Kaeya doesn’t seem to hide behind any carefree or cunning façade. He’s supposed to be somewhat refined, not at all openly aggressive. You expect him to play you like a fiddle, manipulate you into giving him the answers he wants behind coy smiles and faked enthusiasm. But he isn’t, and it’s making your skin crawl.

“I’m surprised they even put you up for interrogation,” he scoffs, “if it were me, you would’ve been killed on the spot.”

You freeze. “Excuse me?”

This is definitely not Kaeya. You tell yourself he mustn’t be. If he were, he wouldn’t actually hurt someone so suddenly. He didn’t even attack the traveler the first time they appeared, so why would he kill you out of the blue?

He clicks his tongue. “Don’t play dumb.”

Except you aren’t. You’re busy trying to reason out Kaeya’s shift in behavior.

He’s not supposed to be hostile– to a powerless civilian, at least. You have no way of protecting yourself, and you don’t have a vision or weapon. You pose no major threat, given you were easily detained; you don’t possess any valuable information that he could want either.

His earlier statement seemed personal, however. If it were up to him, you would’ve already been dead. He hasn’t done anything yet because something is stopping him, and he’s pissed about it.

You take a deep breath and decide to weigh your options. Your first option is to tell the entire truth about your understanding of the world you’ve found yourself in, and you’re not so sure what benefits that could give you. What you do know is that he could possibly take it as an excuse and send you to a worse fate than being sent to a video game.

The second option is, well, to play dumb. Answer all his questions while concealing the fact that you’re not from Teyvat. Truthful but not completely honest. Honestly, it’s your best bet. It’s the only choice you have that has an opportunity for a brighter outcome. You bite your lip, carefully picking the words about to come out of your mouth.

“I really have no idea what you’re talking about.”

You meet his sharp gaze, and a fury burns behind his pupil. It takes a lot in you not to quiver when the chair from under him squeaks against the floor as he abruptly stands. Kaeya’s strides are slow, his heels clicking against the stone floor. He rounds the corner over to you; your heart drums with his every step.

When you look up at him, you find the devil standing in front of you. The space between you two is only an arm’s length. A bitter laugh escapes his lips. “Who do you think you’re kidding, huh?

“First, the traveler disappears without a trace. No one can contact them, not even that damn dragon.” What? “Then you show up within our walls, wearing their face. You have to know what you’re doing. Just what are you pests planning?” Whose face is he talking about? What does he mean by “pests?”

A burning pain spreads across your scalp, causing you to cry out. His hand has come to pull at your hair, forcing your head into an uncomfortable bend. Fear twists its way to your neck in the form of Kaeya’s palm pressing against your throat. Just a little more pressure and he could restrict your airflow completely.

“I don’t care if you’re involved with them or mocking us, I don’t think you’re leaving this room alive.”

[show-us-kaidenshenandoah]

i was watching the movie again and went "...wait a second" at the designs of The Gammas (or Gamma Mu Mu). i looked up trivia and couldn't find anything to confirm (or deny, i guess) my thoughts, so i guess?? this is a theory? (someone with a DVD/Bluray version, please check the Special Features for me to see if anyone mentions this. i have no idea) i'm surprised i haven't seen this parallel thrown around more but yeah, i think im onto something if this is a new thought in the Goofy Movies fanbase lol

sorry for the low quality of the image, ill type the transcript up in the post to make up for how blurry my text is. there just isn't a lot of pictures of these guys, period, much less that i could find of this specific scene so i could make my point

but yeah, my theory is The Gammas are all based off the classic villains in the Mickey-Donald-Goofy multiverse (plus Bigfoot, but i know many people noticed the redhead member of the Gammas is just "a shaved down version of Bigfoot" from the first "A Goofy Movie" lol)

(also, im a novice at learning about this extended Mickey-Donald-Goofy multiverse, im still new to the Carl Banks comics and havent seen all the media. so forgive me if im wrong at any point and please kindly correct me ♡)

so there's:

named: Bradley Uppercrust III — no idea if he is based off of anyone

named: Tank — based off of: Pete / Peg Leg Pete (but make him unrelated to PJ, basically) (hence, why he looks the least like his source, if im correct. he has a shirtless scene where he's revealed to have a farmer's tan, that i think you could argue is a very subtle nod that would have been slightly closer to a Pete-like coloration. but yeah, if im right, they had to make Tank's pallette lighter ao he wouldn't be mistaken as a relative of PJ's)

unnamed bearded member — based off of: the main Beagle Boys trio (Babyface) (Bigtime) (if you don't know the lore: there's a lot of Beagle Boys as the gag is they're a BIG family, but the main trio in the original "Ducktales" show is the first set of parentheses. the second set of parentheses is their names in the classic Ducktales comics. both the original "Ducktales" show and the reboot "Ducktales" show features both sets of the trio/s though. though the Carl Barks version of the comics preferred the route of "they go by their prison-numbers rather than their names". also, inbetween the two "Ducktales" TV shows, a lot of Disney media just merged the two trios into one kind-of-amorphous trio, as far as i can tell, like with "Mickey, Donald, and Goofy: the Three Muskateers". but still, they're part of a HUGE family who tend to be clones of said main trio. but i digress. they're a confusing family lmao rip)

unnamed member wearing sunglasses — based off of: the main Beagle Boys trio (Bankjob) (Bouncer) (i like to think his sunglasses (and i guess also the unnamed bearded member's glasses, but mainly these sunglasses) as a homage to the Beagle Boys' black masks lol)

named: Slouch — based off of: the main Beagle Boys trio (Bugle) (Burger) (also: im entirely banking off differentiating Bugle/Burger to Slouch and Bankjob/Bouncer to sunglasses-guy on how Bugle is commonly reffered to as "a hipster" and i personally associate fedoras with a similar type of crowd. i could have those mixed up tho, idk, neither of these guys even have any lines lol but i do like the idea that maybe the fedora is flipped like that as a reference to the Beagle Boys' billed caps? idk, that might be a stretch) (i would also like to mention i hc these guys are The Beagle Brats now in college-age, who are an unnamed trio that goes by "1, 2, and 3" in the comics but, from what i can tell, that the Beagle Brats in general (not 1, 2, and 3 specifically) were first seen(?) in the "Ducktales" original show (who also have a v small cameo in the reboot) that were meant to parallel the triplets Huey and Dewey and Louie; these specific ones im talking about the nephews of the general-amorphous-main-trio of Beagle Boys, but it is possible to call any Beagle Boy who is young a Beagle Brat. but, yeah, i have no basis for why i think Slouch and the other two are specifically the Beagle Brats 1, 2, and 3; that's entirely headcanon)

unnamed member that's a redhead — based off of: Bigfoot in "A Goofy Movie" (again, i know a lot of people caught this one lmao)

unnamed member that has black hair — based off of: Mortimer Mouse (who was once also known aa Montmorency Rodent/Rodawn, but they've been retconned into being the same character by now, but that'a a tangent.) (if you don't know the lore: Mortimer is a bit complicated to describe? but the tldr is that he's basically Mickey's love-rival for Minnie. to go more in depth though, uh, he's more wealthy, usually, and claims to be "in love" with Minnie Mouse but is also a jerk and she generally does not have any interest in him (well, unless the plot the writer wants includes a love-triangle). Pete is usually considered a more recognizable villain, so Mortimer rarely shows up, esp since Pete can be easily be written as also harboring feelings for Minnie. so sometimes shows re-write Mortimer from this personality so he is more distinct, sometimes as a toxic friend of Mickey's or overall bad influence but well-intentioned; so the character has some flexibility. but i know him best, as do many others, via his "House of Mouse" recurring role where he'd show up just to try to break Mickey and Minnie up or otherwise flirt with any female guests. i think he works well in competition wirh Pete, who has more of a Goliath-and-David relationship with Mickey when Mickey and Pete are antagonistic, as Mortimer is an antagonist that is just as clever and capable as Mickey (if not more so, since he is clever, competent, and generally wealthy enough to have more resources than Mickey) but does not have Mickey's sincerity or good intentions. though i dont mind how kid shows re-write him either, i think toxic friends and bad influences are good lessons for children to learn. i like Mortimer being a frenemy who has good intent but bad follow-through lol but anyway, thank you for allowing me this debatably-overexplanation of Mortimer since he's my favorite and also, uh, the only one here where #1 he isnt in the Goofy Movie series and ergo may not be known to others, #2 has a consistent personality beyond "bad guy in story" i can talk about unlike the Beagle Boys trio/s and their huge extended family of might-as-well-be-clones, and #3, again, he's my favorite if you couldnt tell lol) (also, i do think you could argue this unnamed character's quiff is a nod to Mortimer's mouse-ears tho, since there's a curve and all. and then the idea he has some stubble as a possible ref to Mortimer's whiskers is hilarious to me if my theory has water and he was intentionally designed after Mortimer lmao)

anyway, i apologize again if this idea has been discussed before. i really did try to google if anyone was spreading the same idea that The Gammas are just a fun College AU-Variant of these guys already

+ bonus, since i mentioned them, The Beagle Brats:

please let me know if you think the idea has merit, and especially let me know if Bradley is a reference to anyone (tho i can also fully buy Bradley being original to this movie!) thanks so much for reading ♡

ps. i am dyslexic so do forgive me for any misspellings. i am editing this unseriously from my phone ✌️

[planetlongjourney]

Don’t get me wrong, TOS Star Trek is a show that broke boundaries, started a whole franchise, and is incredibly dear to my heart, but if you come up to me and tell me that characters like Uhura and Sulu were anything but underused characters, I could not take you seriously.

So many of the episodes were centered around McCoy, Spock, and Kirk, with the occasional Scotty. And the thing is, any moments with the other characters being shown as a main part were amazing, because we barely got any at all.

In the first and second series, there were quite a few episodes with Uhura and Sulu having fun parts like singing on Uhura’s behalf, and ummm Sulu’s secret sword fighting obsessions, and as the show went on, Chekov’s young spirit and adamancy that basically everything was from Russia, but so many episodes in these series and the third one centered around the main 3, and even then pretty much every episode had to have Kirk being the main character (damn it Shatner). I would’ve loved to see what these characters could’ve brought to the show if the show wasn’t fully cancelled and the show wrote them more parts, but I suppose I’m just thankful for what these characters have given us, showing us a better future where everyone is accepted. (Also the TOS movies and Star Trek reboot thank the lords they let the characters shine).

Also I would’ve loved to see the main characters be more of a group than just a 3, they could’ve gone on group leave and had a massive sleepover (would’ve been so much fun) and just generally showed more interactions between the crew. (Also Sulu is one of my favourite characters but he never got enough screen time in the TOS seasons).

I’m just so happy that the later Star Trek series let all their crew have their episodes and showing them interacting with each other, I just wish the original could’ve done that too. :/

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

why did you tag your post with gaz erasure my ass? like what was hard to believe that the cod fandom has blatant patterns of purposefully removing the only black character and replacing him with everyone under the sun? your friend lied about killing themself to make them look like a victim. and you participated in harassing people who saw this for what it was. you need to step back and reflect on your own self on why you thought that your friend’s “death” was caused by people calling out patterns of anti black racism and then go on to harass them. you are not an ally by any means.

Back when I used that tag, I paired it with another tag right after, it was meant to be an aggressive call out on misinformation, I had meant for it to read as 'Gaz erasure my ass, y'all just can't read'.

(This because the original post didn't read like intentional erasure but rather like codslut thought Gaz didn't fit the post, since she also didn't use Reboot Soap, she used *Captain* Soap, idk how best to explain it but to me the two soaps are different characters so i figured it was an intentional choice to use him and keegan rather than reboot soap and gaz)

Edit: I want to add that I also used codslut's own explanation as the basis for why I didn't think it was erasure. And at this point, she's clearly not to be fucking trusted, so it wouldn't surprise me if it really *was* erasure/racism and I believed her word that it wasn't.

As time went on, I dropped the last part of the tag of 'y'all just can't read', and looking back it not only reads as a racist dog whistle but also, just in general, sounds and looks fucking disgusting.

I've said this before, but I think it warrants saying again: I *didn't* mean to say Gaz erasure doesn't exist. It does very much exist in the community and even Activision themselves often erase Gaz from promo materials.

I'd hate for people to think that I either dislike Gaz or don't see the blatant racism/dislike/erasure that happens with him on the community. That's not the case. Gaz is a main character (unlike König like so many people try to replace him with) who I absolutely adore, and I call out erasure when I see it here on Tumblr, on Tiktok and on Twitter.

I never meant to make it seem like Gaz erasure doesn't exist. I only wanted to call out misinformation... and ended up doing the exact opposite of both my intentions. I'm sorry about that. It was not just disgusting but full on stupid of me.

I also want to say that I didn't think that that screenshot post specifically or even the act of people calling out racism where they saw it was the cause for codslut possibly killing herself. That is not what I meant at all. And I don't want anyone to think I blame @soapskneebrace or @glossysoap or anyone else for that. Blood was never on their hands, I want to make that very clear!!!!

When I was confronting people, I was doing so on the basis that they're big creators with big platforms and that by accusing codslut of racism/erasure they opened the door for anons to justify their actions when going after codslut because they have so much reach and people with bad intentions need less than that to justify the hate they send people.

Looking back, I know I was in the wrong for how I spoke. I was aggressive and rude and mean, and none of the people involved deserve that. Hell, my actions were hypocritical as hell and I probably opened the door for them to get hate themselves. I'm really fucking sorry.

If I could take it back, I would. I never believed nor wanted them to believe that someone potentially harming themselves was their fault. It wasn't.

I do plan on taking a step back to reconsider not just the way I acted but everything that's happened. In fact, I was already taking said break and came online only because I got word of @/fulltacs' post.

I appreciate and thank you for holding me accountable (and by that I mean you and everyone!). And I especially thank *you* anon for wording this ask this way, and giving me, at least, a chance to explain.

[mactavishbby]

Be shocked y'all, I'm posting something and it's Call of Duty related

So, this is like a damn mixture of just BO, the Reboot MW and like the Zombies universe, kind of. It's like a mash with all three. It's just a snippet of a possible fanfiction, but at the same time, I'm kind of like holding off on actually writing it because I feel like I'm going to need to wait for BO6 to come out before I write this. Maybe I can get away with like getting close to BO6 stuff until it comes out, but like I'm trying.

So, this takes VERY loosely during BO4 which is already terrible in terms of story because it was an online mess and no campaign.

Also would like to say a big FUCK YOU to Treyarch, you fuckers aren't making my run of BO2 be invalid because I didn't shoot MASON in the HEAD, literally NO reason to even say anything about the ending for BO2, it was perfect and it needed NO canon ending confirmed.

anyways, as for warnings: spoilers for rebootMW3 if you haven't played the campaign yet, and just BO in general, and talk of death.

“Why did you never get married?”

It was an innocent question.  From an innocent kid that was trying to learn her way around the world that had shifted on her so suddenly.

Still didn’t stop Belle from looking at Lucy like she had grown two heads, just holding her cup of morning coffee in the kitchen. Just the two of them while the rest of the house slept in later. They deserved it after the missions they have been pulling off.

“I.. I just never got the chance to.” Belle answered honestly, taking a sip of her coffee, burning her tongue a little bit before resting on the counter, standing in front of the little girl, now leaning against the counter.  “Why do you want to know?”

“Because, Mr. Woods always brought you up whenever he was around Auntie Savannah, he seemed soft,” Lucy explained, going in for another bite of her eggs before looking at Belle with bright green eyes like leaves in spring. “And when you talk about Mr. Woods, you seem, sad… And in movies, that usually means people love each other.. So, why did you never get married?”

Belle listened, tapping her finger lightly on the counter top, thinking about the little girl’s words. She wasn’t wrong in the case of Belle. Speaking about Frank had always brought a sense of sadness from her due to the years apart and thinking about of what could have been, more so now that everything she tried to let go had came crashing through her glass house like a boulder.

“We never got married because, as far as Mr. Woods knew, I.. I wasn’t alive anymore, like how you thought that your mom wasn’t alive anymore,” Belle tried to explain, thinking how to put this into appropriate terms for Lucy to understand. “But the difference is, Mr. Woods never knew that I was alive, and due to my situation after the day he thought I died, we just… Never came back together, or more like, couldn’t come back together.”

Lucy was finishing up another bite of her eggs before she engaged with the conversation once again. “Like how mom couldn’t come back to me right away?”

“Um, kind of, but not completely,” Belle said, thinking more on how to explain. “You know about the Dark Aether?”

“Yeah, the magical purple stuff,” Lucy answered, nodding her head, shoveling another fork full of egg into her mouth.

“Okay, so when I had gotten shot back in 1981, I had gotten taken by this Russian science group call Omega Group; who found me bleeding in the snow while I was trying to get help because the injury I had gotten didn’t actually kill me,  just hurt a lot,” Belle started off with, quickly taking a swig of her coffee, needing the caffeine for this. “I spent four to five years with them, where I met Ravenov, before he managed to get in touch with Requiem in 1985.”

“Is this why you never went back to Mr. Woods?” Lucy was looking at Belle with a tilted head and a questioning look, like she was trying to follow along to what Belle was telling her.

“It was part of the reason, I technically was a prisoner and was forced to work with Omega Group, so I started to learn about the Dark Aether and didn’t have much contact with the outside world,” Belle explained, before patting where she had been shot back in 1981. “With exposure to the Dark Aether, I quickly lost the scars from 1981, but it also affected my head that wasn’t completely right to begin with as I had also been brainwashed like your great-grandpa was, and like Donnie, Torque and Battery when it came to your mother’s death. So, my memories had been altered and having those scars disappear had me questioning everything.”

Then Belle reached over for the leather notebook that was sitting on the further end of the kitchen island, and pulling it over and placing it between herself and Lucy. “But this did get me into the habit of making a journal… which I now have a very impressive collect of for the last 63 years.”

“What did you write about mainly?” Lucy asked, carefully taking the journal to start looking through it. It was still a new book, so there wasn’t much but there was some drawings and what not in there.

“I started with just writing small things, like what my day was like, I started sketching which was something I did rarely before meeting Mr. Woods,” Belle said, letting Lucy look through her journal, like it was no big deal. “Then I slowly started to write about things from before, such as my memories of stuff from before my brainwashing, the memories that I was given from my brainwashing, my time with Mr. Woods and the others… It helped a lot with picking up the mess of cards that were my memories, my personality and just everything that made me Isabelle Levine.”

Lucy was looking at an old Polaroid of Frank from back in 1981, something Belle had personally taken when he as laughing at some stupid joke that Mason had said while they were the only ones at the safe-house because Belle was working late and Frank didn’t want to leave her alone, and Mason was having a night.

“Mr. Woods looks old here.” Was Lucy’s comment, looking at the photo closely, like she was trying to find the smallest of details.

“Well, I just Savannah brought back Mr. Woods when he was younger, but in that photo is how I remember him always..” Belle said, tapping at the top of the photo. “… And I still look the same from when he last saw me.”

“Did you attend his funeral?” Was Lucy’s next question, making Belle pause.

“Yeah.. Back in 2027, he passed in his sleep. The smoking caught up with him.” Belle answered, looking down at the table with a sad smile. “Your great-grandfather cornered me when I went to say goodbye personally after everyone had stepped out of the church. He… He had a lot of questions and we sat there in the front pews, letting him hear my story… The irony was, your great-grandfather passed away in that very church, in that front pew that very day… He passed away listening to everything that I've done. Probably thinking that if there was an afterlife, he had something to tell Mr. Woods.”

The two of them sat there silently as Lucy flipped back through some more pages, before she found a sketch from Belle’s memory. Of another person that came into Belle’s life and left her way too soon.

“Who’s Soap?” Lucy asked, looking at Belle as the little girl pushed the journal back over and pointing at the very sketch that Belle was looking at.

“His name was Johnny, from Scotland so he had a similar accent to Torque. He was, well, he was ambitious.” Belle shared, looking at the sketch before pulling out her phone and actually showing a good photo of Johnny back in 2022. “There was a new operation dealing with the Dark Aether, and they were pulling a team together, and while Requiem wasn't active anymore, Ravenov and I still were known by very few people. So, we got sent in, so did Soap.”

“Did you love Soap like you love Mr. Woods?”

Belle shook her head. “No.. He already had someone back home, completely smitten with her, but he was the only person that I had gotten close with in a very long time. He knew everything about me, he just, kind of, was someone that had a way with getting people to speak.”

Lucy started to swipe through the pictures on Belle’s phone, looking at them closely, watching her go back to her oldest photos, then going back to the photo of her and Soap before moving forward to more recent ones.

“You seemed.. Happier after meeting Soap.” Lucy observed, going back between different photos. While Belle’s face looked the same, her hair and fashion reflected with the time, and with the emotions that her face was displaying. “Then you seem sad again, but still happy.”

“Soap died on a mission the year after I met him, he was protecting his Captain, stopping a bad guy from blowing up a bomb in London,” Belle said, sharing what she knew. “Kind of like how I stopped my own uncle from all the nukes in Europe back in the ‘81. I was sad finding out I lost a friend again, though it was easier to handle because Soap made me realize that I had to start living again, this was my life now, and I had to make the most of it.”

Belle finished off with her coffee, setting the mug down on the counter gentle, worried that it would shatter if she didn’t do so. She knew that it wouldn’t, but her emotions were making her feel that way. “Soap, never invalidated how I felt, but he made me look at what I was doing to myself. I was miserable and I kept very much to myself. That… That wasn’t who I was, but I lost so much, missed out on so much, and I was stuck in a state that reminded me of those times.”

She carefully took to her phone back from Lucy before showing a few photos. “You can see that I didn’t change much before Soap, I still looked as close as I did back in the 80’s, I was stuck at 28 and I didn’t now how to support myself with this new.. Well, me.” Belle explained the best she could. “But with Soap, I started to build my identity again, but allowing it to fit who I was in the moment and mold it into something that I could change as time went on. Which I’ve been doing. Sure, there were parts that stayed around, but there was so many other things about me that changed over the years. “

The phone was set down next to the journal, the two females looking at each other, Lucy with the ever curious eyes, while Belle stood there as someone that seen more than a life’s worth of the world.

“You still haven’t answered why you never go married. Like ever.” Lucy came back around to, completely full circle.

Belle laughed, shaking her head in amusement of this child.

“Yeah, I guess I didn’t,” Belle agreed, pushing herself up from her slouched position to stand up straight. “Why I never got married was because I was still in love with Frank Woods, and I spent 63 years still being stupidly in love with him. And I will probably still love him until the day I finally die. I still love him even now that he’s back and doesn’t have the full picture of what is going on.”

“So, in a very long way, you did get back to him in the end.” Lucy pointed out, this eight year old leaving Belle even more speechless.

“Yeah.. In the end, I guess I did get back to him.”

[blackraged]

MORTAL KOMBAT 1 Thoughts Pt1.

[❌❌contains SPOILERS❌❌]

I've been waiting for this for such a long time and we finally got it. Now with MK1 being practically a full reboot, A LOT of changes are to follow. So here are my current thoughts in order how the story went:

Chapter 1

Kung Lao and Raiden being practically brothers is my fave thing in the world.

Half of the MK1 boys are full on babygirl and honestly? I love that for them. Except for Shang Tsung because that feels very much illegal.

That last scene with Madam Bo felt like a fcking fever dream.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN KUAI LIANG IS SCORPION? WHAT THE FCK DO YOU MEAN?? WHERE IS HANZO?? That feels very wrong. Only Hanzo is allowed to say "gET OVER HERE" that is HIS iconic line. I'm not sure if I like this change.

I KNEW the boys were pulling their punches. I KNEW IT. The entire fight felt so awkward and staged. For a short moment I legit thought NRS pushed down on their fighting animation.

Chapter 2

Sooo...Johnny is a failed Actor now? What happened to the glamour? That's not very Cage behavior.

Okay but I love love LOVED Liu Kang literally showing up in front at Johnny's Door all serious, and Johnny being Johnny.

What made NRS choose to paint Kenshi as a former Yakuza?? I mean the idea isn't too bad, because it would make sense for him to be searching for Sento to free his family. But I still prefer his revenge timeline more. Hell, even him being a cocky arse warrior trying to fight anyone and everyone made more sense.

Chapter 3

Idk why but I half expected Kano to show up in this chapter. The trailers made it look like he was at the Wu Shi academy

Liu Kang practically pathed the way for human Raiden to be champion and it shows. I'd like to think it's out of respect for former God Raiden from before, who practically raised Liu Kang and was a father figure to him.

General Shao is so fine, I can't. He was hot before, but now he's so....so..... y'know?

Liu Kang really wanted to give Kitana the loving Fam she deserved qwq

Everyone is so mean to Li Mei :(( I feel so bad for her

Reiko tho😳😳😳

Raiden has a cruuush~ Raiden has a cruuush~ unexpected but cute. I wonder what Liu Kang thinks about this.

Chapter 4

Johnny and Sonya are forever iconic...but Johnny and Kenshi? I didn't know I needed it until I had it. Their bickering is GOLD. They're so married.

Wealthy merchant Baraka???

Props to Quan Chis new look. He looks like a clown escaped asylum. Very uncanny.

Are they...are they trying to redeem Shang Tsung? No,that would be way too obvious. Plus that intro scene with Krusty Kronika makes it super sus.

Called it.

Chapter 5

KENSHIS BLINDFOLD WAS PART OF JOHNNYS ARMOR. Y'all NRS knew what they were doing. I am eating this up

I adore Reptiles human form. Very baby girl, very cute.

So if Tarkat is transmitted via physical contact, wouldn't that mean that the guys would have it too when they fought the prisoners in this chapter? You even see Johnny react in Chapter 4 to that fact when Baraka told them. Could it be that it's not infectious since they're clones/experiments?

So help me out here... Baraka is strong enough to rip the cages open that seem to be made of the same metal as their cell door, but failed to open that? Plot, I know, but c'mon.

REPTILE IS EVEN MORE BABY OMGGGGG. Pls let me hold him,, poor baby boy,, his sadness is literally tugging at my heart strings.

I love how honorable Baraka is. This is great character improvement. For a beast (visually) to be showing mercy. It's like he accepts who he is now but still holds onto that human (edenian) side of him.

Stopping here for tonight, but will continue tomorrow. So far it's going great but I have a hard time remembering which of some stories in this timeline are kept the same as from the previous timeline.

I'm still pleasantly overwhelmed by the amount if babygirls.

[honey-minded-hivemind]

We must be psychically linked for real cause I was just thinking of the dark au and you start working on it again LMAO. Me personally I think reader should have some kinda mutation that allows them to copy other mutations or a time/dimension jump one so it could be revealed that oops! reader accidentally sent all of them away! And cause some big feelings in the yans, like they want to blame reader for what happened but they still love them so dearly and it wouldn’t be fair to reader who is still learning and growing their powers to be solely blamed, or it’s a wrong place wrong time type thing where reader and one of the teens powers interact in such a way that they get sent to where ever they are/stuck in the time stream a la batman the return of Bruce Wayne

Spino

That is a good idea, Spino Anon! It's really creative! I don't know if that's how I will write the au, but you have given me a thought or two on how to explain the four teens ending up in the dark future/au. I hope you are doing alright! I think as a treat, I can do a few headcanons I have for the Dark AU.... Let's do it:

• I headcanon that for the Dark AU, it's set in a reboot-esque au of X-Men Evolution, so things are mostly the same, but a little different. Such as more found family dynamics and less trying to toss children and rivals off of cliffs ( it's a reboot/retelling/reimagining due to platonic yandere stuff/adding Reader/adding more adventures/wanting to rewrite certain scenes/wanting to add further to it/etc.)

• Reader is a friend to both groups of teens, and likely joined one, if not both, at some point

• Reader took care of the others a lot. Reminding them to eat (mostly the adults for that, plus a handful of the teens, Reader would also make dinner/breakfast/snacks/treats for the platonic yans, maybe teaching a teen or two how to cook)... making art and craft projects for them (such as handmade scarves or stuffed animals, friendship bracelets and best friend necklaces, even full canvas paintings and notebooks full of sketches and drawings)... having small (platonic) dates where Reader does something they (the teen/s or adult/s) want to do, but can't do with the others or that doesn't interest the others... Reader was the sort to toss a blanket around someone if they fell asleep on the couch, made coffee or hot chocolate in the mornings/nights when it was cold, just trying to keep their friends family happy and cared for

• Reader was friends and still is in this au with the other teens who had the bad thing happen to them (being Kurt, Kitty, and Pietro). Probably was the one who played it straight between the four, still a bit more light-hearted and joking, but more toned down. I am undecided if Reader is the same age, older, or younger than them

• When the bad thing happens, let's just say the remaining X-Men and Brotherhood kinda... lost it. I mentioned before a person or multiple persons was behind what happened, but I never went into full detail on what it might have been. Whatever it was (no spoilers yet!) led the platonic yans to believe that they were dead, and that it wasn't quick or painless. They know it wasn't an accident. So they go mad with grief, in a way. They take vengeance on those who caused it, more-or-less send a message out warning what happens if anyone targets their loved ones, and (maybe?) take control over the world... Or at least parts of New York and Canada...

• The platonic yans become more... dark. If they were holding their punches before... they aren't now. They become ruthless when dealing with enemies, they learn new skills and tricks and tactics, they aren't going to let the same thing that happened in the past happen now

• I imagine that it's somewhere between three to five years before Reader and the others end up in the future/au, and they are still wounded from what happened. The worst of their wounds healed up enough, but not everything else, so they aren't as quick or as fast as they want to be when moving through the changed world around them

• When they are found to be alive and are confirmed to be the Dark AU platonic yans kids/friends/siblings, the platonic yans are hunting them down as fast as they can. They don't want them to disappear, they don't want them to die, and they aren't about to have them ripped away from them again. Even if it means they have to keep them under house arrest or sedated or otherwise...

(And this is what I can say without revealing any spoilers! Enjoy😊💛🧡🍯🐝)

[ternfic]

Reboot

Chapter Ten

“Brickowski!” Business greeted upon spotting him, grinning widely. “Fancy seeing you here! Did you come for the wedding?”

“Yeah,” Emmet answered, barely giving it a thought. “What are you doing here? I thought you went golfing!”

“Oh I did, I did,” Business waved him off. “But wouldn’t you know it, our world is flat? I lost my golf ball over the edge! I fell too when I tried to get it back, and one of those nice Auroran scouts saved me and brought me here! And this place is so great, I haven’t left since!” Rex and Emmet exchanged glances; Rex looked weirded out by the whole exchange. “Who’s your friend?”

“Actually, this is my brother, Rex,” Emmet introduced him.

Business lit right up. “You have a brother! That’s great! I have a brother too actually, did you know?” He paused, then frowned. “It’s been a long time since I last saw him…”

“Do you miss him?” Emmet asked.

“I suppose, I mean we were never super close or anything… Kind of sad, isn’t it…?” He perked back up again. “But hey, once our world is merged with Systar, Risky and I will have all the time in the world to hang out!”

“Almost had him,” Rex muttered. Emmet elbowed him.

“Say, I hope you two aren’t planning on going to the wedding dressed like that. It’s a high-profile event, you know, you’ll stick out like sore thumbs!”

Rex pounced on the opportunity. “Yeah we kinda came on short notice. Don’t suppose you might be able to help us out?”

“Sure, there’s time yet! Come on!” Business gestured for them to follow, and began to walk again. “So how’s Bricksburg been in my absence?”

Lucy was marched back into the palace by the black-armored scout, hands bound in front of her. Mayhem was waiting for them. Lucy gave her a defiant glare.

“General,” the scout greeted with a salute. “We lost sight of the tall one, but Dangervest and his other companion were spotted heading toward Suburbia. Havoc’s on their trail as we speak.”

“Excellent work,” Mayhem praised. “I’ll handle this one. I need you back out there to find the missing rebel.”

“Of course, General.” Discord left them, then. The two stared at each other. Lucy watched warily, wondering what Mayhem would do next. She wasn’t expecting the General to pop off her helmet.

Or for her to be so cute.

…Damn it, where did that thought come from-?!

“I’m sorry,” Mayhem said. “It seems we started off on the wrong foot.”

“And whose fault is that?” Lucy snapped. The General bowed her head, accepting the blame.

“The Duplos told us about all of their encounters with your people. I thought, if I talked tough, if I acted tough, maybe then I could get you to listen. The Duplo scouts we sent certainly didn’t seem to be getting anywhere with you.” She held up a hand to forestall Lucy’s argument. “We did eventually realize they weren’t the best ambassadors to send to your planet, which was why we stopped sending them.”

The human blinked as that sank in. “So- it wasn’t because we moved to Apocalypseburg?”

It was Mayhem’s turn to stare in surprise. “No… You built it because of the Duplos?”

“We thought it was the only thing that would stop attracting them!”

“We thought you moved there because it was part of your ‘aesthetic’ or something…”

Lucy heaved an aggravated sigh and dragged her hands over her face. “Would you just tell me what it is you want with us? Cause we tried to play nice at first, but then your Duplos started trying to eat people. They even said they were there to destroy us!”

“We just wanted to join you,” Mayhem said softly. “To play with you. You inspired our world. You gave us our queen. We’ve always looked up to you…”

“You guys are terrible communicators,” Lucy sighed.

“I know,” Mayhem admitted, flinching. “But that’s why I had Havoc and Discord bring you to me, so that we can just… talk, and try to figure something out together. Like we should have done from the start. That’s kind of what this whole wedding thing is about, even. We’re trying to find a way to stop all the fighting.”

Lucy let her guard down. The alien General seemed sincere. “Alright,” she relented. “Alright. What did you have in mind?”

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she was certain someone would have been proud of her for taking the peaceful option. She shoved the thought from her mind, giving Mayhem her full attention.

[ohno-the-sun]

Short little fic I wrote about Ruin Eclipse before the dlc came out

So its super inaccurate but it was a fun exercise

The world was alight. 

Sun had always screamed and yelled and hoped for the lights to stay on, for everything to stay the same, but fate didn’t have that planned for him.

He stood– right in front of that impossible barrier. It was just a door and Sun knew that. But everytime he went up to it– tried to push against it– a shock ran through his system. 

Like a stabbing pain behind his eyes it ran through his core like a brand. He was out of options. Still now he banged against the door– hoping that somehow some way he would be able to open it. Useless dents littered the doorframe. He knew they did nothing– the door was unlocked, free to be opened or closed by anybody who wasn’t him. Even if the door collapsed– nothing Sun could do would get him across the barrier. 

He could get him to do it. 

Sun looked around the room. Moon had done so much– to him, to the kids– at this point Sun couldn’t stand to trust him. But he was his only option. 

Sun hoped with every fiber of his being that Moon at least had enough self-preservation to get them out of this mess. 

There– a dark corner. Fire had not yet set in under one of play castles that surrounded the rapidly melting ballpit.

If he could just get over there…

The jungle gym was falling apart, plastic parts unable to stand the blistering heat. Thick ropes of nylon stuck together as flames licked their sides. The entire structure had fallen in the center of the daycare– Sun was going to have to find a way around it.

There.

He quickly ducked into a slide that had fallen down in the crash. It had fallen in such a way that its entrance was now positioned near the back of the daycare– right where he wanted to go.

Crawling though he could hear the soft crumbling of the room outside. A loud creak heard far above made him shutter. He paused. 

Only for a moment though. He quickly crawled the rest of the way through, ending up nicely positioned near the entrance of the fake castle.

It too was nearly collapsed from the intense heat, the roof slowly curving in under its own weight. 

Sun could only hope it stayed in place long enough. 

He quickly slid in, the creaking from above only getting louder. 

Looking around he could already tell it wasn’t going to be dark enough– the intensity of the roaring fire outside lit the initial segments of the tunnel like castle too brightly.

Sun crawled farther in. The creaking only seemed to get louder and louder. 

Finally– Sun could feel it. This was dark enough. He could feel the shifting of gears behind his face, a soft weight being placed on top of his head. 

He thought he could hear a snapping from far above. The creaking from before– had he– had I– 

Did they not notice?

They were slammed down. Something white and searing flashed across their systems.

And then—

Nothing.

~~~~~

Initializing startup…

Checking light levels…

Light levels set = 10%

Initializing “Night” Protocol…

…

…

…

…

Error “Night” not found

Backup Program Start

Initializing “Day” Protocol…

…

…

…

…

Error “Day” not found

…

…

…

…

Back up processor startup

…

…

…

Memory files retrieved 100%

…

…

…

…

Backup protocol initializing “temp_file_1”

Rebooting…

…

…

…

Startup Complete

…

They slowly opened their eyes.

Trapped.

They needed to get out,

A large metal frame sat on top of them– large white shapes attached to their edge.

What are those–?

The clouds–

A spasm ran through their body.

Something was wrong.

What’s going on–?

What happened–?

Images flashed across their processors. Bright flames lit the daycare, the plastic and soft padding that made up a majority of it not standing a chance. He– I ran.

Stupid stupid.

Shutupshutup.

Their already fragile processors heated up, they could hear creaking and shifting by their faceplate. A large piece of debris sat on top of their head, lodging them in a crack on the floor. They could hear the small pieces tumble around them as their head attempted to spin.

Trapped I was trapped.

You were stupid stupid. Too bright– I could do nothing.

Only you can leave!

Only you can be out–

Despite being trapped under rumble their body shifted and writhed. They felt trapped– claustrophobic– like their body wasn’t big enough.

We need to get out.

You need to get out it's too dark!

It was then when they noticed just how dark the daycare was. Every incandescent light bulb put in place to protect the kids burst in the heat. It was so dark too dark.

They roughly shoved the rubble on them off. The large piece had their head trapped slowly rolled off. The rest was light burnt foam and plastic, which slowly came off their body. The plastic had melted slightly into their clothing. In a rush they ripped it off– taking a chunk of the pant fabric with it.

Their endoskeleton underneath laid bare, not even a plastic covering protecting it. 

Messy messy messy, so so messy–

They shut off their optics. Both knew that their processors would overheat seeing what had become of the daycare.

They needed to think.

What are we going to do we’re trapped– we’re stuck– we’re never getting out–

Shut up shut up shut up you stupid stupid– useless pathetic worthless–

That was going to be difficult. 

Their frame shook, something loose rattling in their chest. 

Hot hot hot.

Their processors were way too hot.

Heat on a bot is like meat left to rot.

Calm down. 

Clam down.

Slowly both their processes slowed.

One step at a time. 

Moon?

Sun.

I you’re here?

Obviously.

Yes obviously– I mean here, I can hear you

And I hear you– you’re too close–

You’re too close. I can feel you.

Your emotions are loud.

Yours are… scary.

…

It’s crawling along their synthetic skin. A sort of infection pulsating just underneath. It was white and hot. Everything was tenuous, like looking over an edge and one small push would send them hurling down. 

What is this?

…It’s mine.

What does that mean?

…

… fine, be that way.

Slowly they activated their optics. Setting the resolution low so they weren’t flooded with inputs they looked around. 

Even with the low resolution they could tell the place was a mess, the playplace had sunken into the floor, the ballpit was a pool of discolored gunk, the cloud fixtures on the ceiling had fallen and crushed whatever remained. 

It was all too much. 

“I-I-I–” 

Why can’t I speak?

Cause you’re shit at it.

Will you shut up!

“G-G-G–”

Our voice box is broken.

Well now you say that!

[discar]

HZD Terraforming Base-001 Text Communications Network

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BoyNextDoor: Does anyone know where Zo went? She said she was stepping out for a minute, but that was hours ago.

Zo: We're back!

BoyNextDoor: Oh. Never mind.

MARSHAL Kotallo: Who is back?

BoyNextDoor: Wait, where are you?

MARSHAL Kotallo: I am out hunting.

β: who was zo with she said we

FlameHairSavior: Zo and I went out to upload that patch to the land-gods.

MARSHAL Kotallo: Oh? Then you were successful? Everything went perfectly?

FlameHairSavior: Eh, mostly.

Zo: Everything DID go perfectly. It was honestly beautiful.

FlameHairSavior: I was talking about the parts where we were attacked.

Zo: Ah, yes. I assumed you were used to that by now.

FlameHairSavior: Unfortunately, yes.

β: how is getting attacked by malfunctioning machines beautiful

β: are you crazy because that wopld explain a lot

β: would

FlameHairSavior: What? No.

MARSHAL Kotallo: There is nothing wrong with enjoying a good hunt.

FlameHairSavior: Aren't you in the middle of a fight right now?

MARSHAL Kotallo: Of course not. I am waiting for the machines to move into the optimal position.

Zo: The point is, when we finished the reboot, the land-gods started singing to each other. I have to assume this is some kind of normal communication method they use in extreme situations.

DIVINER: Wait, is that where all your music comes from??

Zo: Perhaps. I have never heard of it happening in my lifetime, though.

ADMIN [GAIA]: I can confirm that I did not add anything of the sort to their code. Allowing the machines to communicate with each other using natural sounds and responses removes the need for them to be directly connected to the main controller, vastly reducing the computational overhead. This way, the number of active machines is effectively unlimited. Shackling them to a central controller would sharply limit how many could be active at once, for only a negligible increase in efficiency per unit.

BoyNextDoor: I barely followed that.

HIMBO: WAIT, I THINK I GOT IT. IT'S LIKE HOW A LEADER CAN'T MICROMANAGE EVERYTHING HIS SUBORDINATES ARE DOING. HE DOESN'T HAVE TIME. BETTER TO JUST MAKE SURE THEY KNOW THEIR JOBS AND LEAVE THEM TO IT.

ADMIN [GAIA]: An apt metaphor. While unintentional, this system also prevented there from being a single point of failure in the machines. If the machines were slaved to central controllers, HEPHAESTUS could have taken control of all of them at once, or at least all the machines of a single Cauldron. It was forced to take over the Cauldrons one by one and enhance the aggression protocols of any new machines produced. Older units would be replaced slowly, as they were hunted or fell to accidents.

Zo: That's why our land-gods had so many problems, isn't it? Normally they returned to the cave, but they sensed HEPHAESTUS had done something, so they delayed until they had no choice.

ADMIN [GAIA]: Correct. Repair-Bay Tau has very strict production orders, likely to preserve the delicate social balance in Plainsong. I presume that HEPHAESTUS could not override those in any reasonable timeframe, and thus could not simply produce more combat machines. It was only when the land-god Fa returned that HEPHAESTUS had an opportunity to create the Grimhorn combat machine upgrade.

FlameHairSavior: So much for that bit about only trying to kill humans for destroying machines.

ADMIN [GAIA]: HEPHAESTUS has long gone past deciding whether or not to punish individual humans. Attempting to judge in such a way would be unfeasible in the extreme. The combat machines are a simpler solution to the perceived problem.

HIMBO: OH YEAH, I'VE MET GUYS LIKE THAT BEFORE.

β: you what

DIVINER: You've... met guys... like the angry machine god trying to exterminate the human race??

HIMBO: SURE!

HIMBO: "I DON'T KNOW BOSS, ALL YOUR TACTICS SOUND HARD, I'M JUST GOING TO BASH THROUGH THE DOOR."

HIMBO: OR "I CAN'T TELL WHO'S GUILTY SO I'M JUST ATTACKING EVERYONE WITH A WEAPON."

HIMBO: OR "SOMEONE STOLE MY BEER SO I'M STARTING A BRAWL."

FlameHairSavior: People who consider thinking a failing and prefer to just attack.

β: isnt that you

FlameHairSavior: What? No.

β: but youre getting into fights all the time

FlameHairSavior: I'm going to give you a pass on that because you've never actually seen me negotiate.

DIVINER: She managed to get us both away from Bohai without anyone else dying!!

HIMBO: YEAH, IN MY EXPERIENCE IT GOES LIKE THIS: "HELLO, I'M A REASONABLE PERSON NAMED ALOY. WHO ARE YOU?" "MY NAME IS CRAZY PERSON WHO EATS BABIES BECAUSE SOMEONE ATE MY BABY AND NOW I'M GOING TO EAT ALL THE BABIES." AND THEN THERE'S FIGHTING.

β: people eat babies now

FlameHairSavior: Erend!

HIMBO: IT WAS JUST A JOKE!

FlameHairSavior: No, Beta, not even the crazy people eat babies. I have never met a single person who even joked about eating babies.

BoyNextDoor: Until now, apparently.

HIMBO: IT WAS FUNNIER IN MY HEAD.

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[aparticularbandit]

okay but also.

i hate the neo world program. i hate the idea of it so much. i hate that their way to save people is to just cut out two-three years of memories, download them into a video game, and then save over those memories once they're better people.

and maybe this is because i come at this from having n2n as one of my favorite musicals where part of let's fix the mentally ill person is by electroshock therapy that WHOOPS caused them to lose their memories and then her husband's like you know what let's not tell her about the thing that we think caused the mental illness and then everything will be good! and great! and wonderful!

and i hate it.

because makoto + co. are making the same assumption nagito does, which is that now that they're remnants they are beyond saving in their current form so we're just going to regress them and cut all of that out of them and give them a reboot so they become the people we want them to be.

and, like, yes, we learn that the remnants agreed to this so they could try to bring junko back in them, which. you know. (is actually really funny when you think about nagito like if we bring junko back, maybe i get to kill her this time and then he's one of the dead people she would be coming back in, like, sorry, nagito, you'd literally become the person you hate the most.)

but makoto + co. didn't know that. they just forced them into these machines and wiped their memories without their consent and just. went from there. and the game suggests this is a good thing. because that's therapy! and dealing with trauma! to forcibly remove years of memory from your life!

it just makes me so uncomfortable. so uncomfortable.

and makoto's oh, i added a fail safe because i knew something would probably go wrong doesn't make it any better because that doesn't address the core issue. i just. i don't understand how people didn't tell them that this was wrong - or that they didn't realize that this was wrong - especially after having their own memories torn from them. (memories that! they had help! recovering! by the way!)

[themonotonysyndrome]

"Hey guys, it's 8r19h7 eYE2 here. Welcome to my first boss battle - a woman."

If you ask Bright Eyes - which no one is doing nowadays. Or talk to. So rude. - their ultimate weakness has always been hot women. Now you might be asking "Oh, does that mean you're Bi?" or "What's your body count?" or even "Holy fuck, Bright Eyes! When did you get in the shower with me!?" but that's not important. What you should be asking is what type of women Bright's heart explodes for like a car crash.

The answer? Preferably boss-ass bitches that can crush them with a pair of fuck-me-heels with daddy issues of the Frank Ocean level. Google it.

Oh and look! There's one here in Wonderworld! Shoes? Check. A scowl that can only mean the barista got her Starbucks order wrong again? Check. And when she steps away from the shadows, we hit the bonus round.

She's tall and her crown is pure platinum blonde. But like every white woman, she's hard to read but fortunately, Bright Eyes can so they check their text on Whatsapp (boomer apps gave them the hives) for any goddesses that are supposed to be on shift tonight.

Actually, let's go back a bit. Back to this morning when Sam accomplished the impossible and made Bright Eyes go 🕶️outside🌳.

"You know, I was counting down the days when you would finally kill me. I bet sometime this year. Vincent now owes me one of his Lambos. You think he'll be mad if I put some Barbie-friendly decals on it?"

"Bright, I don't mean now. I meant tonight at Wonderworld. Vamps in the Solaire Clan take turns patrolling the area."

Frederick pops into their head like an adorably fat mole. The Bright Eyes in their mind palace (it's actually more of a crack den but whatever) whack it with away because they know the unspoken reason why Sam approached them instead of his Progeny. And why he did so when Frederick was asleep.

But anyway, back to the present!

No hot white women were written in the text. Just a bunch of Vampires who form an anti-Bright Eyes committee™ as soon as they arrive. They ignore Bright for the most part which eventually leads the not-so-Newborn-anymore to the farthest end of Wonderworld where a babe is just chilling beside the vegetation-conquered carousel. Score one for the plants.

And the first thing that escapes from Bright's mouth is, "Good evening. May I inquire if you're a quirked up white woman that can bust it down sexual style so that I can get lost in the sauce?"

The scowl vanishes instantly. Like a father who went out to buy milk.

"Excuse me?"

Giddiness blooms like a weed (you know which ones) in Bright Eyes. She even has a Karen-patent tone! Could this night get any better -

Nevermind. Please wait for Bright's brain to reboot as an impressive set of badonkas-donkas is thrust in their face.

"Are you one of Sam's Progeny?" She didn't ask so much as demands. Like Bright and the world owes her something, everything. They wondered if they started panting because that's seriously hawt.

"I'm what you call a bastard of the magical kind meets with death via Vampiric jumpscare. And that's not a sentence I thought was possible."

Bright has to give blondie some credit; she takes their nonsensical answer in stride and with an eyebrow raised.

"I'll take that as a yes. You fit the rumours at least."

"You heard of me but I don't know who you are. You're hot but... sus. Do I need to eject you?"

"No surprise there. I bet Sammy did everything he could to hide you from me. He thinks he's protecting you, but all he did was made me curious."

"Aww shit, did the clapping of my ass cheeks give me away?"

"...Are you fucking high?"

"Probably. I had a shot of vodka with my honey milk boba tea with extra pudding and 100% sugar before I left. Fuck coffee when you can just meet god, amirite?"

The woman closes her pretty gold-ruby eyes. She exhaled and Bright could literally hear her mentally counting down.

"You're unlike any creature that I ever have the misfortune to come across."

"Uh, correction: you found me. And I still don't know if you're a quirked up white woman that can - "

"Enough. I get it. Are you usually like this when it comes to women?"

"Hey, I thought I would be holding in my rizz 'till the heat death of the universe! So who are you o' beautiful sour cream?"

"Careful, I can't tell whether that's an insult or a compliment."

"Sounds like a you problem, chief."

Apparently, magic does exist because despite the non-stop verbal trainwreck that's coming out of Bright's mouth, the woman's lips nearly twitch a smile.

"You're ballsy and stupid. I like that. The name's Alexis. A pleasure for you to meet."

Yes! Bright made it to Phase 2, bitch!

"They call me Bright Eyes, my IQ is the highest among the Redditors on the 'Am I The Asshole' subpage - "

"That isn't saying much."

" - And welcome to the ruins of Vincent's hopes and dreams."

Now that made Alexis burst out a gut. Seriously, she's clutching her stomach with tears in her eyes. It boosts Bright's confidence as a future stand-up comedian. Their 'flirting?' went well but Bright didn't sense the spark of interest within the older Vampire. Boo.

"Right. I've decided to kidnap you now. How accurately can you predict your... Grandmaker's reaction?"

"As accurate as my opinion on the Internet."

"Wonderful. I hope you like shopping and breaking the fabric of time and space on the highway."

And that, readers, is how Bright Eyes won against Alexis Getty-Solaire without getting Miyazaki'd.

[dorkwalf]

Home AU part 2

As they continued to walk. More and more junk started to block there path. When all of a sudden.

“HELLO! TAKE A MASK!” A bot jumped out.

Cassie and Gregory screamed as load as they could.

Once they were back to thinking straight. They took a mask right before the bot deactivated.

They looked at the weird bunny masks before looking at each other and putting them on.

They looked around amazed before H.E.L.P.Y. appeared explaining the V.A.N.N.I. Net work before inserting a chip. The kids not knowing what happened took off the mask and asked HELPY what had happened. HELPY then explain that it was so they can talk with out the mask before he disappeared.

“I don’t like it.” Gregory stated. Cassie nodes in agreement as they walk the into what looked a a sewer tunnel. They end up in Monty golf. Cassie spots a golf game and plays it as Gregory does the cameras.

Gregory finishes first before hearing Cassie gasp.

“What’s wrong?”

“Is parts to repair Monty!”

“Wait, really?!” Gregory said as walked over to look at the parts. “No way! Put them in my bag.”

Casie did as told and put the parts in the bag. Hopefully they would be able to repair him.

“Come on let’s go.” Cassie state head towards there only way out.

A vent.

Cassie went in first and Gregory followed closing the vent back up.

“Wanna know what would suck?” Cassie asked.

“If the vent fe-“ Gregory was cut off but the vent falling.

Both land on the ground with a harsh thud.

“We shouldn’t have jinxed it.” Cassie groaned as she rolled off of Gregory.

“We really should learn to shut our mouths at some point.” Gregory replied.

Cassie helps Gregory up to his feet before looking around.

“Where did we end up?” Gregory asked.

“Look!,” Cassie said pointing to a sign, “super star daycare!”

“Awww to bad the side isn’t here.” Gregory replied before saying, “ what if it’s in vr.”

“Not again.”

Both put on the mask but didn’t see a slide but instead a tunnel. They look at each other before going in. Gregory in front.

“Is this a play structure?” Cassie asked.

“I believe so-“ Gregory was cut off by a creepy laugh.

“Gregory” cassie said scared.

“I heard.” Gregory replied but kept walking.

All of a sudden moon latchEd on the the side scaring the kids. Cassie quickly shined her light on him. ‘Burning’ him and forcing him away screaming.

“What happened to him?” Gregory ask.

“I don’t know.” Cassie replied.

The continued on until they were stuck with no where to go. Sun came down scaring the asking for help before flying off.

The kids looked at each other before splitting up to find the two generators. It took 30 minutes max since there was two. Both racing back toward eclipse to help.

Once there Gregory let Cassie on his shoulders. And Cassie quickly rebooted sun.

They take a step back before sun came back on line. Sun immediately picks them up and sets them out side the daycare. Thanking them before going to clean.

“Wait.” Cassie said

“What?” Gregory perked up knowing that Cassie only used this tone when she has an idea.

“If we rebooted sun and he went back to normal what if we rebooted the others!”

Gregory lookEd her as if she was crazy. But the more he thought about it the more it made since.

“Then all we need is the right opportunity!”

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And so, it ends... If you haven't read the Definitive Edition of the story You can read it here! At the start of this year, I began to write a FNaF Fanfic called FNaF: Extraordinary. And throughout this whole year I thought that, maybe it wouldn't end, maybe I could keep the story going for just a little longer. I knew that wouldn't happen. Originally, I wanted to right the wrongs of the original five nights at Freddy's story/lore with it's first iteration FNaF: Less than ordinary. However, as that version went on I became more and more frustrated with it as it became yet another retelling of a story that is now nearly a decade old. In short: it just wasn't meeting my expectations, so I rebooted it into a slightly more original take on the Five nights story. Scrapping things like remnant for a magic system. After I did that, I found myself to much happier with it, loving every part of its creation. I personally view FNaF as a series of great ideas, lore, and characters (Such as Elizabeth Afton, or Vanessa, or the Mimic) that are never properly established or expanded upon. Left up to interpretation by fans who know about as much of the lore as Scott does. (That is to say: none at all). This is what I always wanted to do with this reboot... Build upon the characters as much as I could and give them a proper story where things actually related back to one another. Instead of things just happening for the sake of filling out a lore document that always seems to get ignored or changed by the time the next game or book releases. It was out of this frustration that the first version of the fic was born. And it was out of frustration with that old thing that FNaF Extraordinary was born. Now with pure bliss and satisfaction I return to my word document once more... Thank you for reading! Oh yeah! Before I go, here are some of the character designs!(Note: I couldn't get to all of the characters and some characters need to be redrawn so for the time being this is all I have) (P.S. check out @hearts4ggy @pixlokita @vinyl-lol @aceinacloset and @viarayy01-blog! They all have some very interesting au's that I checked out while I finished this whole thing! And, I'd have to say they're all amazing! [Even if some of them are just concepts] The epilogue of FNaF: Extraordinary actually takes a small bit of inspiration from hearts4ggy's au The Time Traveler's bear)

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Any chance we can get 3, 12, 22 for Barbie? 👀🩷

3. screenshot or description of the worst take you’ve seen on tumblr

I feel like most of the worst takes I've seen have been ppl coming into my own fucking inbox. The one that takes the cake I think was when I was speculating about where The Lost Birthday might take place before it released, and based on the animals we saw (the giraffe, elephant, etc) I said something like, "I don't want them to be white girls in Africa." Like it was bad enough when they went to Hawai'i in Puppy Chase. And then someone came into my inbox like "what's wrong with being white in Africa?" and I don't even remember if I posted that or just deleted it. I tried searching my blog for any evidence of all of this but came up empty. But I remember it very vividly.

12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

You already brought up Tori, which is my first answer, and I've already talked about why at much length. And even converted a few ppl! But I think the next most unloved Barbie protag is Kara, so I guess I'll say her. Ppl think her movie is dumb and ugly, but they just don't know how to have fun. She has a lot of growth during her movie, almost starting out similar to Tori in that she's pretty bored, except unlike Tori she's already looking for something to occupy her. And before she can fall into mischief, she gets superpowers and gets to dedicate herself to that instead. Her motivations for being a hero start out pretty shallow and selfish (she is mostly doing it for attention), but by the end she has started to see that there is more to being a hero than glory. I'm so, so, SO sad we didn't get a sequel for her, even though my "sequel" headcanons are almost a full reboot but I would have been interested in where canon could have gone.

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

Wenlock's wives stay together. This makes me insane whenever I think about it. They suffered god knows how much abuse, they were transformed against their will, they're finally free to go wherever they want (perhaps back to wherever they were kidnapped from, whether that's other kingdoms or not)... and they stay together. Idk if the director thought that much about it beyond the gag at the end of making Wenlock serve them instead, but every time I think about this it makes me so crazy. They stayed together!!