#he's just a silly little guy that loves murdering and causing chaos

[starryeyeddreamer21]

I think Alastor would ALWAYS have a problem with the people his friends are dating

I bet he often flaunted how close he was with Rosie to every single one of her husbands and Rosie thought it was hilarious. Those two are scheming or gossiping 24/7 which means when they talk they are standing very close and whispering so no one would hear what they say. Every single one of her husbands hated it and it was step one of their downfall EVERY SINGLE TIME

He's absolutely killed/helped kill Niffty and Mimzy's exes and men that wouldn't leave them alone in general (this is literally canon with Mimzy)

He constantly says Charlie is too good for Vaggie even when him and Vaggie become more civil but it's fine because he's joking... Mostly

And when him and Vox were still close??? Omg he was convinced Vox had the worst taste in men EVER and him ending up with Valentino honestly just proved his point

It takes a little bit of a turn with Husk and Angel because he's just equally unimpressed with both of them like he'll look at Angel and be like "Really? The drunk?" And then he'll turn to Husk like "Really? The whore?" And then decide that neither of them can do better in the most derogatory and secretly caring way possible

[screamingcryingandthrowinguprn]

Jealous (Wally Clark x Reader)

A little Wally Clark blurb, because I love him.

Warnings: A little angst, but fluffy comfort! Tried to keep it gender-neutral, and did not use (Y/N)!

Hope y'all like it, and other people will start writing for Wally too!

xXx

You loved you boyfriend exactly as he is, an outgoing and very likeable guy, extremely welcoming. This extended to everyone he met, with the new girl, Maddie, being no exception. You were sympathetic to her situation. It was not easy finding out you died, especially considering she was murdered with no recollection of her death.

It seems like Wally made it his life mission to cheer her up or at least make her feel a little less miserable. While you loved that he wanted to spread his cheer, you felt a little left behind as he shifted his focus to her.

So, when Field Day came, you saw it as a way to not only trash the school on retaliation for your imprisonment, you could also blow off a bit of your anger at the Wally-Maddie situation. As soon as you made it to the field, you picked up a metal bat and began swinging on a wooden pole nearby you. When you heard a vehicle pulling up, you perked your head up, hearing the laughs of Wally and Maddie. You watched as he guided her swings against the vending machines, then whipping off his shirt as he runs around cheering.

As stupid as it was, you could feel angry tears prick at the corners of your eyes. You quietly slipped away from the group, heading back to the school. You had almost made it back without being noticed, until you heard Mr. Martin softly call your name. You stopped, wiping your eyes, and turned towards him.

"Where are you going? Field day is out here," he asks, motioning towards the group of ghosts causing unseen chaos a few yards away.

"I think I'm done for the day. Just need to go take a walk inside, Mr. Martin. A little break from the crazy," you explained, trying to come off as nonchalant. You could tell Mr. Martin did not fully believe you, but he let you go without any further questioning, letting you know you could talk to him later if you needed to. You nodded and slipped back inside.

You roamed the halls of the school, allowing memories of your time whilst alive swirl through your head, some from after your death as well. Anger and sadness swelled in your chest, and paired with your slight jealousy of Maddie, as ridiculous as you knew it was, sent you over the edge. Hot tears blurred your vision, leaking down your cheeks as your forehead met with the cool metal of the lockers. Your fists slammed against the red, the sound echoing down the halls as a soft sob left you.

You were angry at yourself for getting this upset. You knew Wally loved you, that he would never intentionally hurt you. And you were sure Maddie was not looking for anything more than friendship, if she was even looking for that among her investigation.

Your loud thoughts and sobs left you deaf to the boy calling out to you from down the hall. you weren't made aware of his presence until his hand made gentle contact with your shoulder. You whipped around, startled, until your eyes met the rich brown eyes that you love so much. His eyebrows furrowed together as he glanced at the wet marks running down your face.

"Hey, what's wrong," he asked, concern laced in his voice.

"It's nothing, Wally. I'm just being silly," you replied, moving your arm to wipe your face.

"It's not silly if its making you this upset." His hands moved to your face, cupping your cheeks and tenderly wiping the wetness from under your eyes. You groaned, wanting to hide your face from him as you realized he wasn't planning on letting you go without an answer.

"Okay, okay, I have been feeling a little off lately," You started, only continuing once he nodded at you to. "I feel like I should be used to being dead by now, and I am pretty accepting of it, but days like this just remind me that I AM dead. Then I start thinking about my life, which sucks. But also… I haven't seen much of you recently."

He urged you to continue, bringing his face closer to yours.

"You've been a bit busy lately… With Maddie. Don't get me wrong, I love that you are trying to make her afterlife a bit better, and there is no one who can do it better than you. I am just feeling a little left behind."

Wally's eyes widened as a panicked look shot onto his face, dropping his hands from your cheeks, opting for wrapping his arms around your shoulders, crushing your body against his.

"No, no, no. That's not even close to what is happening, I swear. I just want to be friends with Maddie, nothing else," sincerety was apparent in his tone. You let out a quiet chuckle, wrapping your arms around his midsection and holding him as close as you could, burying your face in his chest.

"I know, I know. Call it paranoia. You would never hurt me," you mumbled against him. He pulled back, cupping your face again, staring into your eyes.

"Never ever. You're it for me. All I want and more."

"I don't regret meeting you. You are my everything, Wally Clark."

Your lips met in a sweet, firm kiss, trying to convey all the love you held to each other.

[beth-purcell]

Another Finding Frankie fic

A silly little drabble with the Lucky Contestant as he tries to make conversation with the other human post adventure and is left with more questions than answers.

“Why do you call me Lucky?” The IT person looked at him and shrugged.

“That’s what the bosses call you.” Was the retort. “And it’s not like we’ve had a lot of time to talk since you’ve survived.” 

“Ok, fair, but don’t you think that’s a bit misleading?”

“Well, ‘Dumbass who managed to survive a rigged murder game show when they weren’t supposed to and managed to get the Sentient Cartoon to say a variety of new swear words that people didn’t realize exist’ doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue.” 

“Seriously?”

“Ok, fine, what do you want me to call you then?”

“Hey, I’m not saying I don’t like the nickname, I was just curious.” If looks could kill, he would be dead before the IT Guy rolled her eyes and turned to the tablet to continue to type. “So, uh, what are you doing?”

“I have to install the new POS system manually on the registers.” 

“A POS system?”

“Yeap, we are open during the off season, and the expectation is that we’ll be at max capacity given your performance.”

“Even with the police raid?”

“Apparently.”

“And the bodies?”

“You see any around?” Lucky stopped and looked around, noting that the amount of blood stains and dead bodies were significantly lower than when he raced. “You were out for at least a week.”

“I doubt moms will be cool with their kids dying because they suck at parkour and that monster grabs them.”

“Technically, the obstacles are being reworked for a younger audience.” Lucky’s expression was priceless. “The boss absolutely hates it too, but he was giving the ultimatum that he does this or else the In-Person Frankie gets to be the one calling the shots next season.”

“Huh…didn’t think he reported to anyone, but good to know…” A shrug. “So what am I doing?”

“What?”

“During this off season or whatever….I’m not working retail.”

“You wouldn’t join a murder game show if you did.” The tech sighed as she pressed a few buttons. “I don’t think you’ll be running registers, if they are having you work; I think you’ll probably be acting as a meet and greet; You are the “Lucky Contestant” after all,”

“I don’t do well with crowds.”

“Then just call the big guy. Loves an excuse to cause chaos.”

“Call…the big guy?” A nod. “I don’t think he’d forgive me for the whole Hexagon Havoc and murdering him thing.”

“Well, the place won’t open for another few weeks, so you two can work on bonding.” Was the simple response, as the tech began to walk to another side of the floor, to the other registers. “He likes the pink cake pops by the way, and don’t even think about the carrot cake ones; those aren’t very throwable!” The contestant blinked slowly as they were soon left by themselves at the registers.

“...What?”

[blametheeditor]

Do you know how much the thought of giant Eggs and tiny James makes my brain go brrr????? Idk why they are so silly.

They're that one duo where you don't think they would cause much trouble together, but the moment you let James supervise Eggs is the moment chaos reigns. But when the quote unquote 'responsible' one is tiny?

Content warnings: Cursing. Blood. A small injury being treated as a much larger one. Trapping someone against their will. Mentions of violence and murder.

Anon, please accept my humble offer

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“You locked him inside a room with a vent!” 

Oh shit.

At the sound of Circus Baby’s yell that was both a curse toward her incompetent subordinates and a warning that the ’him’ being spoken about is no longer safe, Eggs Benedict stops trying to be as silent as possible in order to book it. 

Which you would think it’s hard to crawl through vents quickly! Not for this guy, though. He was born to use vents to escape from his responsibilities and murderous animatronics.

Normally he wouldn’t be too worried. Despite the fact the Funtimes have rarely ever seen him use doors despite having access to them and therefore he no longer needs to crawl through the dust covered air ducts, they fail to remember just how much he prefers them. It really only ever becomes a problem when he’s being actively hunted down either for fucking with the wrong animatronic, or if it’s Tuesday and therefore it’s their scheduled weekly kidnapping. 

Well it’s Tuesday. And Eggs escaped in record time. Meaning he. Is. Screwed. 

“Motion detected near East Hallway.” 

“Fuck!” the mechanic hisses as he quickly crawls toward the nearest vent that leads out of the metal maze. Which isn’t ideal since he might end up landing himself directly in front of the larger animatronics, but he’ll take that over the Bidybabs. Those fuckers bite and they always steal his wallet! 

“Better run, Eggsy!” a voice taunts that becomes distorted as it echos, followed by the nightmarish sound of something crawling after him at mac 20 speed. 

He doesn’t reply, instead carefully turning himself around so he can kick the vent opening into the hallway out. One glance behind him and he sees who he’s pretty sure is Bidy rounding the corner. Without hesitation, he grabs the edge of the vent before launching himself out. Slides out into the hallway on his back as he flips off the animatronic. 

Good news! The Bidybab’s won’t be chasing him anymore! Bad news, he sees an all too familiar silhouette standing at the very end of the hallway. 

“Eggsy!” confirms it’s Funtime Foxy. So instead of getting his wallet stolen, he’s going to be used as a living chew toy. 

“Foxster!” Eggs greets as he springs to his feet, angling himself so the moment the fox so much as shifts, he’ll make a desperate sprint for the office. “Did you hear how Fred fucked up this time!” 

“I did not,” she grins as teeth as big as his hand and as sharp as a blade glint in the flickering light. “I’d love to hear more, though.” 

“Well this dumbass had completely forgotten to pat me down after he snatched me out of my chair,” the mechanic explains as he makes wild gestures with his arms to help paint the scene. “What was I supposed to do, not try and disassemble him when my screwdriver was already in hand? It was like he was begging for it!” 

“It wAs LIkE hE wAS BegGInG foR It,” Funtime Freddy mocks back in a perfect coping of Eggs’ voice. Which, in his opinion, was completely unwarranted. He’s trying to tell Foxster how the bear essentially let him go free! 

In retaliation, Eggs shouts back “Well you were!” 

“I was not!” is a little louder from before, but there’s still enough distance he doesn’t need to worry about Fred just yet. 

“Were too!” 

“Were not!” 

Eggs’ next yell is cut off by Foxster teleporting an entire inch closer as the hallway light flickers off. He tries to play it cool, act like he didn’t notice the animatronic moved, but the way Funtime Foxy tilts her head says that she knows that he knows that she’s about to pounce. 

And with that, the mechanic turns on his heel and sprints. Immediately the sound of heavy machinery chasing after him echoes through the halls, giving the impression he’s being hunted down by a t-rex rather than an animatronic. 

Truthfully, he’d prefer the dinosaur, but beggars can’t be choosers. Especially not when he isn’t nearly fast enough to outrun Foxster. But he doesn’t need to be quicker, just smarter. 

So when he hears the distinct sound of a hydraulic pump locking intto place, Eggs doesn’t hesitate to hit the floor despite being only five feet away from the office and essentially home free. Because he doesn’t care who you are, no one can outrun Funtime Foxy’s lunge. But you can certainly evade it! 

Exhibit A: Foxster jumping right over him and slamming into the wall. 

“HA!” he shouts as he leaps to his feet and runs into the office. “Snooze you-!” 

Eggs gasps involuntarily as a claw suddenly appears to grab his arm. Not out of fear because it means he’s about to be dragged back out into the hallway, but from he sheer audacity. At the fact someone’s being a sore loser despite how he clearly won fair in square. 

He quickly yanks his arm away to keep it out of an iron grip that would be impossible to escape from, and belongs to someone not nearly as dumb as Fred. Suddenly becomes frozen when it ends with him getting grazed. 

Foxster freezes the moment she realizes too. Watches Eggs closely as he stares down at his arm. 

The moment a tiny bead of blood appears from the single inch long cut, he screams. 

“I’m sorry!” Foxster immediately apologizes her ears flatten. “I didn’t mean to, that was an accident!” 

“You maimed my arm!” the mechanic wails. “This is going to take weeks to heal! I’m going to have a scar!” 

“I’m sorry, why are you screeching like a banshee?” Baby demands as she storms down the hallway. Eggs thrusts his arm toward her the moment she’s by the office doorway with an expectant look. Instead of consoling him, she gives a flat look. “You got a paper cut?” 

“No!” Eggs shouts, absolutely appalled by the severe lack of concern. “Foxster maimed my arm! I’m going to need stitches! And a blood transfusion! Do you how much my doctor is going to up-charge me on this!” 

The clown animatronic gives a fierce glare. “If you're doing to a doctor for that, then let me give you a real reason to visit a hospital.” 

Eggs’ mouth drops open as he cradles his injured arm close. “I can’t believe how heartless you are! I don’t want to see you for the rest of the night!” 

“Don’t you dare-!” 

He doesn’t let Baby finish her sentence, punching the door button as a sheet of pure metal slams into place. Then, to ensure she knows he means it, he hits the second button to effectively seal him inside the office. 

There. Now he can tend to his life threatening wound. 

“James!” 

Eggs carefully opens the top left drawer of his desk to reveal a first aid kit. Not just any kit, though. One that he has been carrying around for a few months now. That’s small enough to fit inside his pocket. Is capable of being useful in all situations despite only containing a few band-aids and cleaning wipes. 

Though that last part is only possible when certainly qualifications are met. And thank goodness tonight is one of those nights. 

After sending a stack of papers flying across the desk, Eggs gently sets the first aid kit onto the cleared space. Flips the lock to reveal a meager stash of medical supplies, and a tiny figure a little taller than two inches looking up at him with interest. 

“You called?” James greets from where he sits in a designated compartment, curled up with a book in his lap. 

“James I’ve been wounded!” Eggs cries. “You have to help me before I bleed out!” 

“Oh, this sounds serious,” the on call doctor for Fazbear Corporation murmurs gravely. The one who isn’t normally found inside a first aid kit, but that’s only because Scott has absolutely no creativity. “Let me see.” 

Eggs obediently sets his arm down on the desk, tilting it toward the minuscule man who carefully climbs over the kit’s plastic walls in order to get a better look. The mechanic is then left holding his breath as James puts a hand on his chin thoughtfully before humming as he looks over the scratch about half the doctor's size in length and no thicker than the width of his palm. 

After a minute, Eggs can no longer handle the suspense. “Tell it to me straight, Doc, how bad is it?” 

“I won’t lie, few have ever recovered from such an injury,” James admits. Looks up to sadly shake his head at the expression of pure devastation hovering directly above him. “I will do everything I can, but it might not be enough.” 

So...this is it. The end of Eggs Benedict. Even though he has accomplished a great many things, there is still so much he could have done. And now, he will never be able to. 

Eggs lets his forehead thunk onto the desk from despair. Appreciates James’ attempt to console him by patting his cheek that most likely has gone pale from blood loss. 

“Is now a bad time to bring up how much the operation will cost?” 

The mechanic carefully turns his head so his left temple is pressed against the cold, hard, unforgiving surface. Goes cross-eyed as he tries to focus on James standing a few steps away from the tip of his nose. “Depends. Are we talking an arm and a leg?” 

The doctor sighs. “We might as well be. A single standard sized adhesive bandage and a drop of antiseptic is expensive of their own, not including the fee for my services.” 

Eggs huffs through his nose, making James’ brown hair ruffle as the doctor raises an eyebrow. But rather than turn away the only person who can save him, the mechanic shutters dramatically. “Do what you must.” 

He’s rewarded with a smile and a pat on his nose before James walks over to the first aid kit. 

Not wanting to miss the show, Eggs lifts his head up before putting his uninjured arm up on the desk to rest his cheek on his fist. Now he has a perfect view to watch James haul himself into the kit filled with items taller than him. 

“Mind if I ask how you acquired such a devastating injury?” James asks as he kneels down to lift up a bandage wrapped in plastic. Proceeds to stand it up before letting it fall at an angle against the kit’s wall. 

“Someone was a sore loser and tried to cheat even though I made it to the office,” Eggs explains as he glares at the closed door to his left. “My arm was nearly cut cleanly off.” 

“I see,” James muses. It looks like the doctor wants to say something else, but he pauses to flip the selected bandage over the wall so it slides onto the desk. The doctor then jumps out after it. “You know, despite the situations you find yourself in, I’m surprised I have yet to see you get hurt enough to require stitches.” 

“Hey, I’m careful!” 

“Oh yes, very careful,” almost sounds like James doesn’t believe him. “But, and I hate to say this, it doesn’t seem like you necessarily need me.” 

Eggs gasps at the declaration that him kidnapping an easily pocketable doctor and putting him inside a custom made first aid kit to be readily available to tend to any kind of wound is unnecessary. 

And, well, maybe James is right about Eggs not needing a portable doctor, but Mike certainly does! This is just a trail run. How else would he know what kind of things the first aid kit needs? Or how to make the area dedicated for the doctor as comfortable as possible? 

Honestly, it’s like no one is at the same level of genius as he is. “Uh, yeah I do. I’m currently bleeding out right now.” 

Despite them currently running through a super serious scenario in which time would be of the essence, James stops the laborious task of ripping away the paper surrounding the bandage in order to blink up at Eggs. “You do realize you can’t keep me inside that first aid kit forever.” 

“And why not?” 

“Cawthon would start asking questions,” has Eggs tensing up at the realization his entire plan could fall apart if Scott catches wind of it before it’s ready to be field tested. Good thing James doesn’t notice his fear, the doctor going back to wrestling with the bandage. “Like why I’m not there to stop Schmidt from going home without first receiving proper medical attention.” 

Fuck! That’s one of the fifty reasons he’s doing this in the first place! If he proves this method hurts Mike instead of helps then he’ll never get the funding! 

“Well, it’s not forever,” Eggs quickly counters. “The first time I grabbed you, it was only for a day. And this time it’s only been for a week!” 

“And I can guarantee he’s suspicious of my ‘no injuries’ reports,” James says as he finally manages to shove the packaging away before grabbing the bandage to drag it toward Eggs’ arm. 

The mechanic groans in defeat, letting his head fall back onto the desk. “Scott takes the fun out of everything.” 

He feels a sympathetic pat on his arm before the odd sensation of minuscule shoes climbing up make goosebumps appear. Turning his head to better see the doctor, Eggs watches as James pulls the bandage up onto the arm next to the waiting cut. Proceeds to methodically jump down on one side to peel off the tab to reveal the sticky part, carefully maneuvers it so he doesn’t get caught in the glue before flattening it down, then repeats the same thing on the other side. 

Once he’s finished, James places the two tabs with the rest of the packaging as he carefully folds everything together. Turns to his patient with hands on his hips and a smile. “There, saved your life.” 

The mechanic slumps in relief. “How can I ever repay you?” 

Eggs hesitates at the thoughtful look. "How about an entire month of not having to worry about you grabbing me when I’m tiny.” 

“Well that’s just cruel,” earns him a shrug from James. 

“I did say it would be rather expensive for my services today.” 

Eggs sighs long and hard, grinning when he manages to completely mess up the doctor’s hair. “I guess that’s fair. Ooh, can I least take you to Mike first!” 

It’s definitely too soon to do a proper field test, and it’s a 50/50 chance whether or not Mike would join in his mission on making James portable, or end it all right then and there. But, if he manages to play his cards right? He could have something beautiful on his hands. 

The doctor looks between Eggs’ innocent smile and the first aid kit before narrowing his eyes. “You’ll take me to Schmidt?” 

“I swear,” definitely isn’t said with his fingers crossed. 

James still looks skeptical. “Right now?” 

Eggs glances at the clock. Curses when he sees it’s 5:55, meaning he was supposed to leave ten minutes ago if they wanted to catch Mike on time. “Yep!” 

The doctor doesn’t try to avoid the pinching fingers that carefully snag him off the desk, nor does he struggle or attempt to jump back out of the first aid kit once he’s plopped inside. Instead he simply gives a look that says if Eggs betrays him, the mechanic isn’t going to like the consequences. 

It’s a good thing Eggs has absolutely no desire to, at least in a way that will actually get him into trouble. Because trust him, James can be terrifying when he wants to be. And he’s only 50% sure the doctor had meant to be scary when he commented about knowing the most efficient way to knock someone out if they need to be. 

Though, then again, he could’ve been talking about Mike instead of some super fancy technique only doctors know about...point is, don’t cross James! 

After Eggs carefully shuts the kit and slips it into his pocket, he pauses to press his ear against the door to listen for any sign of an animatronic waiting for him. When it seems like the coast is clear, he punches the button before jumping away in case someone tries to grab him. Pumping his fist in silent celebration at seeing the hallway completely empty, he books it toward Ballora’s auditorium. Waves a goodbye at the ballerina as he runs straight through it to the staircase. 

After taking the stairs two steps at a time and running as quickly as he can about halfway across town, Eggs manages to make it to Fazbear’s Pizzeria in time to catch Mike before he went home for the day. It comes at a cost, however, that be him hunched over and panting like a dog as the veteran night guard stares down at him with keys to lock up the restaurant in hand. 

“You better not be running from trouble, fucker.” 

“Not...from,” Eggs tries to explain as he gasps for air that refuses to fill his lungs. “Running...to.” 

“If you’re dying, Snitches isn’t here to stitch your ass up.” 

The mechanic shakes his head before finally straightening up, flashing a grin at Mike’s raised eyebrow. Taking a deep breath as he brushes his hair back, Eggs points to the taller man. “See, don’t you just hate it that whenever you need James the most, he’s just never in the right place at the right time?” 

That grabs Mike’s attention as a smirk appears. “I don’t, but Phone Guy’s been asking where the hell he’s been all week.” 

Oh shit. “Well then I’ve got the perfect solution!” 

Eggs presents the first aid kit with a flourish before his entire pitch comes crumbling down, opening it before Mike loses interest and assumes it’s nothing special. 

It takes a moment, but then blue eyes brighten as the smirk morphs into a smile. “No fucking way.” 

“Morning, Schmidt,” James greets as he carefully sits up after looking like he had been thrown around. “I was worried we missed you with how bumpy the ride was.” 

“Oh, right,” Eggs hisses at the realization running might not have been the best idea while in possession of a portable doctor. “But hey, no concussions!” 

James gives him a flat look. “No, just contusions all across my arms and legs.” 

“...is that bad?” 

“Yes that’s bad.” 

“I’m keeping Sitches,” Mike announces, not leaving any room for argument as he plucks the kit out of Eggs’ grasp. But instead of helping James climb out, the veteran guard looks it over before gently closing the lid to watch their doctor disappear from sight. Latches it shut with a hum. “He can breathe and shit?” 

“Oh yeah, he’s got plenty of air,” Eggs reassures. “And he won’t get hurt as long as you don’t run with him.” 

He can see Mike think it over as he opens the kit again, which means at the very least he won’t get in trouble for putting his coworker inside a first aid kit after kidnapping them for a week. 

“You okay, Snitches?” 

“I’m fine,” James says. “I would just prefer that never happens again.” 

“Deal.” With that, Mike begins to close it again. 

“Schmidt, wait-!” 

The doctor’s cry is silenced by the latch snapping into place. And then the first aid kit is carefully slid into Mike’s chest pocket as Eggs waves his hands excitedly. “Great idea, right?” 

“Hell yeah it is,” means he’s got his backing, baby! “Mind if I keep him for a while?” 

“Of course not,” Eggs grins. ”As long as you cover me with Scott.” 

“He’ll be glad Stitches can send in a report today,” Mike smirks, which means he got off Scott free, baby! “But if Phone Guy says he needs his goddamn doctor back, no more shoving him into a goddamn kit.” 

Hey, all he wants is for Scott to give it a try! If the fossil can’t see the brilliance of it, then that’s on him. Eggs is just glad someone sees his vision. 

“Deal!” 

Mike gives a lazy salute. “See you later, Been A Dick.” 

Eggs does a quick celebration dance as the veteran guard starts walking home. Briefly stops to check his phone when he hears the distinct tone he’s assigned for his coworkers. Feels dread flooding through his veins as he reads the most foreboding text he will ever receive in his lifetime. 

J- I’m telling Scott

Welp. Time to rewrite his will so James doesn’t get his prized random collection of screws he’s acquired across all Fazbear locations, most are which are from David’s desk and it’s a miracle it hasn’t fallen apart yet. Tattle tails don’t deserve such an honor. 

[centrally-unplanned]

I have begun watching House of the Dragon btw - it is fun! I like it just fine. I think the core cast is very good - Emmy D'Arcy & Olivia Cooke imbue a ton of pathos into their roles while keeping everything grounded, and Matt Smith, I mean he is Matt Smith I don't think anyone alive holds a candle to him when it comes to bringing aggressively compensating levels of caustic superiority to a character. They work these scripts really well.

I think the core of the changes are right. The Dance of Dragons, in the books, is a Madness of War story; everyone is an asshole. Rhaenyra is a murderous autocrat, Alicent is a scheming backstabber, both sides are run by awful people. Those awful people sometimes do glorious things, but their glory or loves are in service of foolish ends that destroy the Targaryen dynasty and ruin the country for the common man. It is told as a history book after the fact, and I really like it - I know some don't, but I think as a match to the medium it works well.

That was never gonna work on TV. There is the idea of doing the "everyman" approach, where the main characters are commonfolk soldiers trying to survive or the like. Not saying no one could make that work, but it is a problem of adaptation; the source material gives you nothing to work with there. It is a story of queens and battles, it would tonally be a mismatch to the previous Game of Thrones show as a brand, as an audience expectation, but (unlike say the Hobbit) a mismatch with the source material as well. And doing like a high concept "historian's tale" ehhhh again someone could do it but that is a risky bet. Telling a period drama is what the market can bear, and the story's details are amazing for a period drama; it just needs protagonists.

So you change up the characters. Rhaenyra is now motivated by justice and a desire to rule well alongside ambition, Alicent believes Viserys changed his mind at the last minute, miscommunications and the chaos of war cause the most heinous early actions as opposed to pure malice. I think this works well because the core darker elements are also preserved; the fear that Rhaenyra must kill Alicent's sons to preserve her rule motivates Alicent to roll the dice, her character doesn't matter so much for that dynamic, and so on for other changes. The story's core is still there, but now it has more depth to it, more realistic political dilemmas causing the level of tragedy.

I do think they are going a bit too far on a few of these tracks though? The latest episode (S02E03) screams of modern morality mucking things up as Rhaenyra, despite the fact that she murdered the King's son and the opposing faction is openly mobilizing armies to attack, is not only saying "let's give peace a chance" (that is fine) but refusing to do anything proactive to prep for the alternative. Her counselors propose flying around via dragon to make houses join her cause, and she is like "no, we can't use them, it's too violent"...then don't use them. Just threaten to use them, fucking bluff, get people on your side. Burn just one little household, as a treat. Be trying to make deals with Lord Paramounts, be gathering sellswords, show us something active so you don't look incompetent.

I feel the same way about Viserys deathbed statements to Alicent that trick her into thinking he changed his mind - why do you need this? You already did all that work showing me that Alicent felt she had to put her sons in power to protect them, that most of the council was already planning to do it, and all that season of buildup. Just let that good, justified stuff happen without a silly name mixup from a dying guy. Let Alicent be a little evil.

There is more than one whiff of "boys rush to war while women in their wisdom counsel restraint" in this show, and it is a bad look. For one it is a little sexist, and for two by mixing it with modern sensibilities, they look like rubes in their non-modern war. God forbid a woman do a single coup, that is my gender equality.

Hopefully they get this out their system as the war ramps up - I do think they will.

[sayakxmi]

[Magi reread] Night 66: Holy Palace's Aladdin

It almost feels weird to return to Aladdin right now

Weird thingies

Idk, just that giant head is kinda silly

Also, damn, Aladdin's wobbly legs

Nvm, they aren't Schehe's clones. But it still confuses me a little, cuz I feel like it's sort of implied later on that they are? But I might be misremembering thing - I'll comment on it when I get to the Magnostadt Arc. For now it's just a bit ?? Like, it's a real possibility Ohtaka didn't plan that far ahead yet.

You look really sad about it for a guy who nearly murdered him in blind rage

Ok, to be fair, I can imagine him feeling bad about it after calming down. Still, weird choice to want to explain Alma Torran to Judar instead of, idk, Yunan for example. I feel like it would have made the whole dying-and-coming-back-over-and-over-again a little more bearable. To actually know the point of that. Bc when Aladdin and Yunan talk, Yunan admits that Ugo'd never explained anything, and in that form (the blob, probably) form he couldn't ask. So. That fucking sucked.

Anyway. Giving Solomon's Wisdom to Judar? Really? I think you're putting too much faith in that guy.

F

I... forgot that's what happened. I remembered they were the same guy, but that magic turning into one? Tbh, cool.

Pretty!

Hello there, characters nobody cares about, least of all Ohtaka

Don't worry, grls, I've got u.

Look at this annoyed Alibaba, lmao

F A T E

I mean, I jest, but it's pretty cool. Fate is one of Magi's main themes, that for sure, and to have it explained the way it is, I think it really works.

Black Sun

Honestly, I just love it being explained like that. Things becoming inverted, distorted.

Idk man, there's not much I think I can say about it. The explanation is solid on its own, and it's pretty damn cool.

Tho later Ohtaka will come and try to convince us that maybe falling isn't so bad after, yeah, sure, all these brainwashed people are a good proof of that...

That's... yeah. I was thinking about it lately, cuz I was thinking about the Kou Empire Arc.

Maybe that entire becoming more powerful god than the other guy then that guy becoming more powerful than you and then you becoming more powerful than him... etc didn't come out of nowhere here, bc Hakuryuu's falling feels kind of like that. Abra is fallen, so she works against fate, so she fucked up the fate for Hakuryuu, who then proceeded to, idk, +2 to that by also falling, and, since he's not returning things to the actual fate's course, he just makes even bigger of a mess... Which is ironic as fuck. He tried to destroy Al-Thamen by literally doing what they wanted to - sowing more chaos and disasters all around, which at worst could have led the world to an end (given Judar could cause Il Illah to descend, apparently). Idk man, put some make up on to the clown music, you fucking moron.

Like, don't get me wrong, I like Hakuryuu for the most part, but Jesus Fuck he's an idiot. This is why he's constantly painted as immature. Because he fucking is immature. He never thinks things through, has no patience to speak of once he snaps, and ends up just making everything worse for everybody and himself, and wakes up with a hand in the pot, because turns out he has no idea how to handle the aftermath of his stupidass choices, because he was too busy fucking up people's minds to consider what happens after the war.

Ok rant over.

Foreshadowing

(soon) RIP Alibaba

Honestly, that's such a cool moment.

It kind of looks cute

Idk man, awesome moment all around. The fact that all of these blobs are helping him up is really cute, too

That crying Aladdin : (

Also, not gonna lie, this feels like the theme of this arc, among other things. And I'll definitely talk about it more. It's about losing the people you love, but at the same time meeting new ones, too. Of course they won't replace them, but the point is simply you're not alone.

;;;

Honestly, it just looks aweosme

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Group E Round 2

[image ID: the first image is of No Significant Harassment, a shadowy figure standing behind a sleeping pink-red, fox-like creature. their green hands seem to be holding up the floating creature. the second image is of Libby Day, a white woman with short blond hair, wearing a green cap and a gray leather jacket. end ID]

No Significant Harassment

They're just a silly little guy. A jokester. Significant harassment if you will. Anyway, a more in depth run down: They're a city sized supercomputer built by a Buddhist adjacent society to figure out how to transcend the 'Great Cycle' (semi-metaphorical cycle of death and rebirth) in a safer way than the previous method (submerging oneself in the 'void sea' which is a mysterious golden liquid that dissolves whatever it touches). Despite being built for this express purpose NSH never really shows a pressing interest in ascension, even cracking jokes about those who are still looking for a solution. Whether this is due to indifference, dislike of, or humor to cope with being unable to ascend is not clear and really up to interpretation. Example: NSH: I wish them super good luck in that endeavor. How is it going to happen? Have the overseers gnaw through bedrock until their entire can crashes down in the void sea? BSM: Please be respectful when speaking of the Void Sea. Grey Wind, where did you hear this? CW: I really shouldn't say. He's going to attempt some sort of breeding program. Thought you might want to know. NSH: Haha with the slimers, lizards and etceteras? Surely the answer was in a lizard skull all along! He's very flippant, but does care very intensely for those close to him. NSH: Moon? It's me again. NSH: I do not know if you are receiving these. Please signal in any way you can. NSH: I need to talk to you. I need to know you're okay. NSH: … NSH: Its difficult for us to assist you over this distance. NSH: Even more difficult for us to do anything in the midst of these tantrums. NSH: Were going to try everything that we can. NSH: Just hold on a little longer. (Context for previous convo: They genetically engineered a super organism of a slugcat (the species you play as in Rain World) to help reset his coworker/sibling after her collapse and restart her systems. He was so desperate to fix her that he accidentally messed up the slugcat's (Hunter) genetic code and as a result it became riddle with the Rot (relatively similar to aggressive cancer) :( which parallels his other coworker/siblings condition who also has the rot. ) He canonically uses he/they pronouns too! Nonbinary swag! NSH has major internet troll vibes. He has sent a data pearl of "something distasteful" to his neighbors on several(?) occasions and causes chaos. If he had access to the wider internet he'd probably be an influencer So…yeah! Vote NSH this website likes the allure of heavy machinery and stuff like that so… there you go. Kind of a blorbo. End post.

Libby Day

She's the sole survivor of a mass murder for which her brother was blamed, and she uses her fame to get money to put meals on the table, until one such money-seeking job gets her to start thinking about the truth of what really happened all those years ago. Literally the bitterest bitch, she's so mean and spiteful, I love her so much <3. I feel like Libby's the least known of the Gillian Flynn main character girlies because the movie adaptation was neither popular nor all that good (compared to Sharp Objects and Gone Girl), so I'm really hopeful that one day people will appreciate her :) [additional propaganda 1]

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Recently I have been thinking about the phenomena of 'forgetting or minimizing the terrible things a character you like does and treating/writing them like an innocent lil guy even though they have done some SHIT.' I am personally dubbing this 'Rose-Tinted Blorbo' until such a time as something snappier comes along. It's something I have noticed myself doing without realizing it, and then I got to thinking about why.

Not going to write a post telling anybody HOW they have to enjoy a character, because that's... silly, and really none of my business. Enjoy what you enjoy, interoperate your favorites the way that makes you happiest, anyone telling you to stop is a cop. People can consume other fan content, the ORIGINAL content... and make their own to better cater to their tastes, no one can stop anyone else from doing this. But examining WHY this is a thing feels worth-while, so hey, why not.

I am not and expert, but I can think about why I have done it and offer some thoughts...

For me, at least... I am a terrible sucker for the general theme of 'Needing and FINALLY GETTING help'. So when I see a character that I like.... who has been through it and has definitely not finished processing it... Well, my little heart focuses right in on that aspect of their character. Like, for a recent example..... Astarian from Baldur's Gate III.

The man is a murderer. Not even remorseful about it, he has killed people and killing whatever is theoretically threatening him is the first reaction he has. It is clear that this is coming from a very dark place for him if you pay attention... But the man is still a murderer with no real plans to stop. In my brain, however... well, it knows the parts that really got it interested in the character, the aspects that it wants to play with, so this gets, on occasion..... sidelined. This also showed in my early fics with other characters I liked, where their need for support would be prioritized over all other characterizations... to their and the fic's detriment.

Does taking Astarian's volatile and extremely unhealthy coping mechanisms elevate the trauma and how intimate and scary it would be to work through it? Definitely! Is facing the consequences of a smarmy bastard's own behavior really great to watch? For sure! Does my brain still sometimes focus in on how hurt a character is instead of what they have done with that hurt and the sheer cruelty they used their pain as an excuse for? ....Some moments, yeah.

Some days I just want this person I like to see feel a little less hurt. Sometimes I want the glimmer of good inside them to be bigger and brighter than it really is. Sometimes I want them to have made different choices and see just how different they would be because of that. And sometimes, I want them to be horrible gremlins gleefully causing chaos on purpose and living for it, or complicated and tragic and screaming for blood the whole way down.

And I don't think that's a bad thing, necessarily, as long as you can stop and notice when you do put blinders on. Characters have multiple dimensions, and they feed into each other and strengthen each other when they are written well! Realizing that someone is a product of a really fucked up situation and holding them responsible for what they CHOSE to do are not mutually exclusive concepts.... but they are nuanced and complicated and there are some days where I don't want to think that hard.

That's okay. But it is so much more fun when you can look at a character from every angle and see both someone in need and deserving of love... and someone who is causing problems on purpose and needs to be stopped for everyone else's sake.

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[Image ID: Tags reading #won't let me view artfight without making an account the homophobia of it all 😑 #but ahhh yeah please elaborate on zero but also water dragon lady that sounds sick as fuck #arranging a playdate for my ocs and ur ocs btw. if you even care #mine are a fantasy adventuring party so always imagining them going on sidequests for my mutuals' ocs. End Image ID.]

I HONESTLY FORGOT ABOUT THAT IM SO SORRY LOL. i will highlight my other fav oc from my artfight here since you couldnt see them hehe but i love all my ocs ofc

Zero (it/he) [image link] is my silly little sonic wolf oc [but also exists outside of the sonic universe bc he breached containment]. its Thing is that he is a robot but also not he's alive but also he's a ghost 😁formerly he was a cat named maeve with a special interest in the chaos emeralds who was studying ways to make fakes that worked just like the originals, so that they could be used to better society by powering things and such :] and he had prototypes that worked well but was never able to finish his work because he died in a lab explosion [he was murdered] 😁 but as he died his soul got sucked into one of the fake emeralds [a red one/power emerald] and was eventually found among the rubble and used to power a robot which is ZERO!! and so he has the robot body robot brain etc etc but with a mobian soul that gives it more autonomy than simply being an AI which is what the people who made it think he is [just an AI]. it doesn't have any of his memories though and in getting sucked into the power emerald he was kind of "corrupted" and is now like. campy gay villain brand of evil [that is to say. nothing truly abysmally evil like people are capable of in real life] but a little more fucked up because he does not remember ever being good! he's my silly little guy i love him it likes to cause problems on purpose and is now continuing its work on the fake emeralds but for world domination reasons ^_^ it has a scythe made of his chaos energy. very emotive when he's being real and usually smiles in the face of danger/enemies in a way that suggests he doesn't take it seriously, but usually puts up a front of smiley polite organic-non-robotic guy who isn't fucked up and evil at all. it does think its better than regular mobians for being a robot. trying to describe this in a way that's not like "this is my edgy oc he's EVIL and he KILLS PEOPLE" but. here you go HAHAHA this is just the spark notes version in favor of keeping this post from being 10 miles long [i know i wrote more for Aylin but trust. trust. if i wrote as much as i wanted to about it this would be MUCHHHH longer]

coughs. erm. moving on. Aylin (she/they/any) is my water dragon lady oc!! they were originally made for an ancient greece-themed D&D campaign but even though i'm not in it anymore they are still my babygirl. they are a water dragon who is able to shapeshift, and when underwater they are usually in their more mermaid-like form as they live among their mermaid friends. they are the main protector and overseer of the smaller sea that they live in. [it is so fucking loud here at work please excuse me if anything seems incoherent i am doing the impossible task of trying to think amidst a bunch of theatre kids (i love you theatre kid mutuals it is jsut SOOOO LOUD) <-techie voice] how their story goes is that in their world, mermaids are highly coveted by humans on land to be kidnapped and kept as wives or used to farm their coral antlers for jewelry. well one day a group of sailors comes by and attacks their little mermaid family, which she had been intentionally drawn away from by people working with the sailors causing a disruption in a part of the sea. they had expected their family to be able to protect themselves, but with advances in human technology, the sailors were able to overpower them and capture them, and those that they didn't capture they killed and took for their coral. when she returns to find the aftermath she doesn't know if any of her family/friends are still alive, just that they are gone and she knows the culprit- human beings -but doesn't know which ones in particular. so she makes it her mission to hunt down these people and rain hellfire [hell...water?] down upon them, and to find her missing family if she can. but in losing everything she has become a being basically made of grief and anger, thinly veiled under an expressionless face and mask. she now lives on the surface (with a human medic girl who lives by the sea, who she fell in love with but that's another story) disguised as a human trying to find the people who took her family from her and overthrow the establishment that allowed it to happen in the first place along with other non-humans hidden within the city who hate it just as much as them.

aaaaand honorable mention: Olly/Hollyhock (they/it) another silly robot oc but this time they don't know that they're a robot because they were raised in isolation. rapunzel kinnie 9000. they live out in the salt flats/desert with their "mother," living in an abandoned boat that fell out of use once all the water in the region dried up [very much based on the boats stuck out in the salt flats left by the receding aral sea in uzbekistan]. they are an artificer who makes things out of scraps that they find in and on other boats, plus materials that their mother occasionally brings back for them. these inventions often explode HAHA but that doesn't stop them, and thankfully since they live out in the middle of nowhere no one notices. they have a little hamster who likes to stay in their pocket named dustball and a puppy named rusty [they cannot die or age because i said so 😁 magic]. they are very naive and inexperienced with the real world, but long for connection with others and to leave their little isolated boat home. they have no idea that they're not a regular human being like their mother because she isn't around much, and when she is there's nothing that really tips them off that they're any different, because they look like a human in terms of appearance [underneath, their porcelain robot body has designs on it resembling uzbek ceramics] due to a magic core within them that gives them the look, feel, and sound of a regular human being. one day though their mother leaves and doesn't return. they wait, and wait, and wait, for a loooooooooong long time (their sense of "a long time" is a lot different (longer) obv being. a robot who lives out in the desert). when she still doesn't return and their boredom and loneliness becomes more than they can bear, they venture out for the first time :] so yeah. rapunzel kinnie

AND YEAH thank you for reading this if you got all the way through ^_^ peace and love and light etc etc

accidentally unfollowed you trying to send an ask i'm sorry :(( but i'd like to hear some stuff about ur ocs if you want! 👉👈

YOU'RE ALL GOOD i thought that was what happened when i saw the notif HAHA i've done that myself soooo many times

AND OMG..... [COMBUSTS] i have so many ocs its hard to choose just one to talk about... the one i* am the most mentally ill about is zero i'm spinning him around in my brain microwave i'm squeezing him like a squeaky toy i'm dropping him into a test tube to study im putting him in a centrifuge at maximum speed i'm sending him down a path of self-destruction i love him 😁

i also have several other ocs though most of the active ones you can see on my artfight [this is where i store my ocs sorry i could not figure out toyhouse even if my life depended on it i tried :pensive: zero and a couple others are not on there bc we're redoing their profiles.] some of the ref sheets are outdated (ex: aylin i need to update them OTL they are now a water dragon lady ^_^) but YEAH if u wanna ask about any of them.... smiles so nicely