#is that *freddie* pretty much drops it after this point?

[menciemeer]

I agree--this was my (tentative) conclusion as well. I mean, it seems like it’s one of these two choices: either the scene with Freddie and Hannibal didn’t mean anything, or he encourages/approves of the article. Since we’re fairly starved for options, we might as well pick the latter!

I went script-diving for backup on this and only really found a bit, but I think that bit is pretty interesting. Immediately after the scene with Freddie, we cut to Jack and Hannibal having dinner. They’re eating pork (quote/unquote? I mean, probably) which on first viewing you of course assume is Freddie! I do think it’s funny that she gets fake-cannibalized twice.

In a bit of deleted dialogue, Jack asks Hannibal why he thinks Will went back to therapy. Will has already been rubber-stamped at this point; he no longer needs to go in order to keep his job. Hannibal’s response is:

JACK CRAWFORD Why did he [Will] go back [to therapy]?

HANNIBAL A guy like Will Graham? I'm sure he recognizes the necessity of his own support structure if he's to go on supporting you in the field.

JACK CRAWFORD Will Graham knows exactly what's going on in his head, which is why he doesn't want anyone in there.

The conversation from there shifts more towards Jack’s feelings of responsibility in general, rather than their theories about Will’s current mental state. So, ok, here’s some wild speculation:

At this point, it’s really not a foregone conclusion that Will is going to continue therapy at all. As I said already, he doesn’t need to anymore, and both Jack and Hannibal know that he’s resistant to the whole idea.

Hannibal, of course, is already interested and wants to keep him in therapy

In order to do this, Hannibal would like to set himself up as Will’s support network--ideally, maybe, his only source of stability. Later in this same episode is the point they first talk about Hannibal as Will’s “paddle.”

What better way to do that than to make sure Will feels particularly isolated because popular(?) journalist writes a hit piece on him? This can definitely be read as an early attempt at destabilizing and isolating Will, which he continues and intensifies through the whole of S1.

Of course this is all in addition to the angle where this article leads Stammets in particular towards Will. Never only one train of thought & all that. I just think this is a nice confluence of some of Hannibal’s short- and long-term goals.

love that moment when hannibal is like "you've been terribly rude ms lounds, what's to be done about that" and then absolutely nothing is ever done about that

[rooniper]

The inevitable Ralph Lore Masterpost

Here it comes. After my second re-read and a week of talking about this fictional cringefail tragic girl dad to anyone who would listen, here it finally is, because I felt a need to write all of this down for future reference and also because I am very close to exploding at any given second of the day.

Also: do keep in mind some of this is my personal speculation/theories/ramblings and probably not canon, but I did try to stick to just the book as much as possible. This is not a coherent essay. Really, it’s a word vomit because I can’t stop thinking about the funny Phone Man. I still probably missed some things, feel free to chime in in the replies, might make a Part 2 unpacking some of the lore/non-Ralph related bits in the future who knows.

Anyways, in no particular order (AND OBVIOUSLY; SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT):

Pre-Freddy’s Era Details I Couldn’t Fit Anywhere Else (Or: Upbringing, College and some Coppelia’s Mom Speculation)

There’s not much info about Ralph’s childhood from what I could gather, except two things: he was bullied in school to the point where he had to hide in a locked bathroom stall to get away from his classmates, and his father was a major a-hole who had extremely high expectations for him and also used to scare him out of wanting to play hide-and-seek with him which. Goddamn. The quote “all your life you’ve gotten used to not pushing buttons” really, really doesn’t help the horrible parents allegations. So yeah the man has daddy issues, jot that down.

Expanding on the previous point: a lot of his parenting of Coppelia seems to be directly influenced by his own upbringing. The paragraph-long tangent about how he’s purposefully awful at hide-and-seek because he never wants Pel to feel as scared as he did is an obvious example, but he also brings her gifts from work pretty much constantly (and sidenote: he thinks of taking things from his job that he never breaks the rules at to bring to her all the goddamn time, while being actively hunted by murderous animatronics. That’s so goddamn wholesome I’m sorry even when he’s scared out of his mind he’s constantly thinking of her). He never puts her down the way it’s implied he was put down as a child, he seems really supportive of her hobbies by the way he talks about her reading. I have more to say about his parenting skills, but the fact that he’s terrified of becoming like his own father/parents seems to be a giant part of them.

He’s a college dropout who majored in psychology, aiming to specialize in child psychology, which makes so much sense but also I find incredibly ironic considering he later exhibits very VERY obvious signs of what’s probably PTSD and doesn’t clock it at all. But that is also going to be its separate point, put a pin in that.

It’s not just implied, but pretty explicitly stated by Ralph himself that he’s a massive overachiever. He was probably pretty academically successful in college, considering he mentions it was a surprise to most people that he’d drop out to get into security work. It’s pretty strongly implied this was mostly because he was pressured into succeeding by his parents. My man has that helicopter parents burnout syndrome, and escaped it by going into a job where he could still interact with kids like he wanted to as a psychologist but actually be happy, and that means a lot to me actually.

(Very important sidenote, because I don’t know where else to put this: the fact that his real dream job is to make children’s toys is just so real to me, especially as someone who’s also experienced academic burnout. It makes so much sense for him to want to do something with his hands where he can create something tangible after being pushed into being traditionally ‘successful’ in academia by his environment. Also put a pin in this as well because I have another point to make about the whole toymaker thing)

He seems to be at least low-contact with his family, which is understandable from what we know about his father - I’d say it’s likely he even cut contact completely after dropping out of college. The fact that he never mentions his parents as a possibility when he talks about babysitting options, or the fact that he doesn’t even consider them taking care of Coppelia when he is literally about to die seems pretty telling to me. I mean, alternatively, they could both be dead, depending on how old Ralph is, but since Coppelia’s only eleven that seems a bit unlikely.

Coppelia’s mom is a mystery. There is exactly one mention of her in this entire book and it doesn’t come from Ralph, but from Pel, so we know she does in fact exist but that’s about it. When Ralph talks about parenting Coppelia he never mentions her mom, even as far back as when Coppelia was one year old. They probably divorced when Coppelia was really young, and Ralph likely has full custody, since he never mentions Coppelia going to her mother’s for the weekend or anything like that. And that’s all we know.

Freddy’s and Related Tidbits (Or: I Stuffed Everything Related to his Relationship to Fazbear Entertainment in this Section)

He’s worked at Freddy’s for at least eleven years, because he mentions Coppelia being a month old when he already had the job and recorded his first training tape. If FNAF 1 indeed takes place in 1993, that means he was already working at Freddy’s by 1982 and likely earlier. Which, side-tangent, would imply that either Fredbear’s Family Diner was removed enough from Fazbear Entertainment by then for him not to know anything beyond the vague existence about the bite of ‘83, or that FNAF 1 takes place after 1993. But at this point the timeline is confusing enough that who knows.

He’s never moved up to management despite being there for more than a decade, also doesn’t appear to know Henry or William (especially if you believe the whole Dave-is-probably-William theory).

He was employee of the month 22 times. He also likely competed against his murderer ex-boss in disguise for the longest employee of the month award streak which is the best goddamn thing I’ve ever heard.

He’s written some of the rules at Freddy’s. Because of course he has.

He leaves passive-agressive notes to the dayshift guard and also thinks about shoving a ballpoint pen in the cleaning staff’s faces. And also talks about reporting people for slacking off. What I’m trying to say that he’s probably not the most popular of people with the rest of the staff, and doesn’t appear to realize why that could possibly be. Worst enemy of folks who don’t want to take their shitty minimum wage job extremely seriously.

On a related note, he takes his job so seriously oh my god. He does like twenty other jobs each night while the animatronics are trying to kill him. He’s probably the only person still doing reports. Management is very much implied to never read them. He writes them anyway. The fact that he was genuinely called ‘the Phone Guy’ and also was in training videos is also amazing (and also pushes the Trans Phone Guy agenda for anyone who considers Kim from the FNAF movie to be a stand-in for him).

This is specifically night-shift related: While it’s true that his survival instincts are absolutely shot, he is, when pushed, demonstrated to be capable of extreme violence against animatronics, which actually good for him. He kicks Bonnie’s head off. He beats Chica to death with a mop. He shoots Foxy with a watergun and also throws a lightbulb at him. This is not particularly important to anything but it’s extremely important to me.

Anyways, he’s really, really loyal to this company. Like, too loyal. Like, he was very much responsible and instrumental in shutting down rumors and speculation among staff after the bite of ‘87 and likely after the MCI as well too loyal. He’s management’s mouthpiece for their dirty work and that makes me feel a certain way because it’s so obvious he cares a lot about this shitty kids’ restaurant, enough that he’d defend it at all cost even when there’s so much evidence against it. This will come up again when I talk about him gaslighting himself.

This is mostly me speculating on the previous point, but I’m pretty certain a lot of his defending of the company is also a coping mechanism that he uses to grapple with the trauma brought to him by the fact that he’s spent a huge chunk of his life working for a conglomerate that’s gotten people killed. He genuinely insinuates Jeremy was responsible for getting chomped, because he must’ve done something wrong, the animatronics would never attack anyone without reason (right?). When he talks about how the media blew children going missing out of proportion, it seems less like he believes it and more like he doesn’t want to believe it - especially considering he’s only brought Coppelia to Freddy’s once in her life. He never lets her near it. He shuts her down immediately when she talks about working at it. Which, at least to me, demonstrates that on a subconscious level, he knows what he’s saying isn’t true. It’s just easier to say it than face the facts.

And lastly, he’s so clearly and passionately loyal to the Fazbear’s franchize. This fucker genuinely loves working here and is sad to go, even though management treats him like shit. We already knew that, but still, dear god those people could not care less if he lived or died and he STILL takes his night guard duties so goddamn seriously. He’s so clearly really invested in it, he talks about what a magical place Freddy’s used to be for kids, he talks about how much the job means to him, all the while it’s actively trying to kill him, he defends it to the point that it’s actively ridiculous, and in multiple endings he still gets blackmailed, disappeared or worse by the people he’s defending. And- I don’t know. It just makes me really sad. Again, I do believe his over-the-top enthusiasm for his job is probably him compensating for the fact that he doesn’t want to face the incredibly traumatic stuff happening to him, especially because as the week goes on, he gets less and less enthusiastic with every night, and just- Yeah. Fazbear Entertainment doesn’t deserve him.

Characterization, Diction and Things Like That (Or: Everything Else)

Let’s get the more positive stuff in this section out of the way first: we already knew this from the phone calls, but the way this man talks just sends me. “Time to make the donuts” when walking into a shift my favorite of his Phone-Guy-isms, but also unironically saying “oh boy!” and “what rotten luck!” right when you’re about to die is equally important to me.

Kind of related but not really: this man truly is a dad through and through because MY GOD the amount of bad puns and/or stupid references he makes is criminal. The fact that they get him actually killed in some of the endings because he keeps laughing at his own terrible jokes is also great. My favorite examples include thinking “my, what large ears you have” immediately before Foxy mauls him, the Irony Curtain, the how many night watchmen does it take to change a lightbulb, and so on. The fact that he also finds all of this absolutely hilarious means so much to me. Ralph truly is a cringefail girl dad, RIP to him he would’ve loved those awful shirts with puns that were popular with dads going to Disneyland in the 2000s.

Not gonna lie, and I’m not sure if this is just me reading too much into it, but he also reads as at least slightly neurodivergent to me. And I am ready to die on that hill. He doesn’t really seem to be the best at social interaction or with figuring people out, from the way he talks about not being able to tell if his coworkers are only laughing at his jokes to be polite or not and how he doesn’t seem to understand why they would be upset with him shoving minimal errors in their faces. He notices a single hat out of place in one of the Party Rooms and immediately goes to correct it. He makes a point about how much he hates messes and the whole “you need order, you crave order in your life” quote resonated so deeply with me that it’s uncanny. He’s a “stickler for rules”. The fact that he worked at one place for eleven plus years also makes me think he’s probably not the best with change. I could go on. I don’t know, I wouldn’t be able to tell you why, but I just can’t see him as fully neurotypical.

He’s also just a really curious dude, to the point of his curiosity overriding his survival instincts. Which is a horror protagonist trope if I’ve ever seen one. The scene where he lifts up a strange robot cupcake he just found directly to his face with zero hesitation is just. Yeah.

He loves Foxy, which we already knew, but also the fact that he explicitly states that he’s still scared of him and Pirate Cove by association makes me kinda sad. Also, related point, he’s a self-proclaimed fan of pirate stories, so I’m pretty sure that’s where Coppelia gets her taste in books from, but that’s besides the point.

In general, he just really loves the animatronics, too? Like he waves at them after his shift. Like I already mentioned, he talks about how much they mean to him, and how much he loves the fact that they brought joy to kids. It’s kinda sweet.

The most questionable thing about him is the way he. Uh. Talks about guns/cops in a way that kind of makes me remember he was raised in Utah around the 1960s. There are a few specific passages that make me extremely concerned about what his opinion on the second amendment is. But that is luckily left unspoken so I’ll be moving along.

The job stresses him out so much he consumes a packet of raw poptarts because he’s so hungry by the end of it. Which, while iconic, is also very deeply concerning. Which brings me to my biggest point

My god this man has Trauma. So much Trauma. He represses so much. The entirety of the beginning of Night 3 is just him describing that he forgets details about his shifts as soon as he leaves them. He gaslights himself constantly that nothing bad is happening (after Night 1, for example, he calls the entire shift the night before a bad dream and convinces himself he’s just “misinterpreting” events, which is goddamn concerning), but he’s also actively wasting away despite telling himself he’s not (my man looks into the mirror and his only and first comment is that he looks terrible). Not to mention the dissociation. He spaces out when he comes home on two seperate occassions, and loses and entire hour each time without realizing it. God I hope in the endings where he survives he eventually gets therapy.

Coppelia and Life Outside of Work (Or: This Section is Concerningly Short)

This man loves his daughter so goddamn much. So, so much.

No but seriously the interactions between him and Coppelia are so pure and well written and they were my favorite part of the book, somehow, even though I wasn’t originally sold on the concept. The “with what?” “excellent point, I’ve got nothing” kills me still. The scene where Coppelia curls up next to him after he comes home from his shift makes me want to sob. He makes her pancakes and they banter and she test limits but it’s obvious she also loves her dad, and that is- AAAAAA

Back to my bullshit, though: Ralph does kinda read as the type of parent who’d spoil a kid rotten if given the opportunity to do so. At some point Coppelia directly says that he “gets her everything she wants”, and- yeah. This is similar to the point I made previously about him bringing her gifts all the time. She does seem like a good kid, though. He’s just a girl dad to the extent that he’d probably wear a shirt with girl dad written on it, you know?

He’s also really protective of her. And worries. A lot. Not just when he calls home or rushes home to check on her, but also when he talks about being a security guard at her school and whenever he forbids her from ever ever going near Freddy’s. Say what you will about him defending a company to a possibly unethical extent, but he’s not about to endanger his daugher over it, and I respect that.

The only concering thing about him and Coppelia is the fact that Coppelia apparently drew herself stabbing him when she was little. Which is. Well. Not ideal. The fact that he finds this completely normal is very in character, though.

On Coppelia by herself, though: the fact that she ‘tinkers with stuff in the basement’ concerns me. I wouldn’t at all be surprised if after the canon ending, she ends up to be a technician at Freddy’s at some point. Also, the fact that she’s a gamer warms my heart.

Now, on other outside-work activities: I love the implication that my man not only bowls and always pays for dinner, but that he bowls and pays for dinner while dining with his serial killer ex-boss. God, that’s awesome, I love that so much.

Tying back to a point I made previously and also to a point I saw some people make that I really, really resonated with: there are actually a lot of parallels between Henry/William and Ralph, especially concering parenting. I don’t think the fact that his dream to be a toymaker is accidental, either, or the fact that he goes out of his way to point out that he wants to make toys that aren’t at all mechanical. Because even though he’s also a dad trying to make his kid happy with his creations, unlike William and/or Henry, he doesn’t want to make anything bigger than himself, or anything innovative; just wants to make simple things and make a kid’s day better. I don’t know man keeps me up at night, you know?

And, because this is only important to me: he owns a Kit-Cat Clock. This is somehow the most fitting thing I could’ve read about his taste in home decor.

And because I don’t know how else to end this: that’s a wrap! Was this book perfect? Hell no. The Bronwen plotline makes my brain hurt. But was it incredibly fun? Oh hell yes. And now I have a reference point for any future writings I do where Ralph is an active character, so that’s a major bonus. I have many thoughts but not enough time to put all of them down so I’m stopping here, major thanks to @graceandtheidiotsquad for pushing me over the edge and making me actually finish this with a reply lmao. And that’s all! Phone Man please get out of my head now before I go insane.

[midnight-mourning]

DCA Promptober Day 27: Stalking

This got long, but it's very spoopy so I think that's alright, hope you enjoy!

Word count: 1319

Content warning: Small injury and blood mentions

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You should've taken the bus.

You had meant to. It was entirely in your plans. You scheduled your shifts the past few weeks around the bus and its run times. So that this exact thing wouldn't happen. 

But then, of course, your coworker had bailed on you and you had to work alone, which meant you had to stay later and clean up, which meant you missed the bus. 

So now, you're walking back home, hoping you'll get in and still manage to get a decent night's sleep. 

And hoping you'll make it. 

You've been having some, issues, the past few weeks. Something's been following you home. 

And you know it's something and not someone because you've managed to catch a glimpse of it. Just once, but it was more than enough. 

It had been back when you'd first notice that you hadn't been going home alone at night. Nor had your shifts been as lonely at you'd first assumed. 

Your coworker at the coffee shop was the owner's son, and he really only came in when he felt like it. So, it was pretty quiet. A few customers every now and then, may some groups of students, but otherwise, quiet. 

One night, while taking out the trash, there'd been a flower laying out on the step when you went to head back inside. Small, slightly wilted, but noticeably one of your favorites. Given that it was October you found it odd and assumed it must be deliberate, you just weren't sure from whom.

But, you picked it up and stuck it in your apron pocket and went about your night. 

The night after that, a few more flowers, again, you accepted and went about your work. 

Another night, after you tripped and dropped your dinner all over the sidewalk on your way in, there was a bag of, really good, Chinese takeout waiting again on the step. It was, starting to get a little odd, but you were starving and having a bad night so you shrugged it off. Same could be said of the random candy that would sometimes appear.

Then the gifts started getting, specific.

Before the coffee shop, you worked at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza Plex. After the place burnt to the ground however, you'd been out of luck. You really loved that job though, helping out in the Daycare with the two animatronics that ran it. 

So, you can imagine your surprise, and confusion, when a doll, looking like the playtime attendant, was propped up against the front door when you were locking up one night. Picking it up, it was a little torn up, dirty, and smelled of ash. Someone had tried to clean it up, and-sort of-succeeded. Not seeing anyone else on either side of the darkened street, you could only assume this was still the same person. 

You took it home, cleaned it up, and sure enough a few nights later it had a blue and white companion to sit with it in your windowsill.

There would be other things, always burnt or ripped in some way, but things you know had to be coming from the old Plex, coming straight from the Daycare, even. You'd tried wracking your brain over and over as to who would be behind this. And what they wanted from you. 

At this point, besides being a little unnerving, it made you feel so much worse about it all. You missed the Attendant dearly, and it was beginning to feel like this person was rubbing it in your face. 

Until one night. Your coworker was late as usual. It really had started to grate on you. So, you calmy asked if he could start showing up on time, stating your concerns as nicely as possible. He didn't take it too well. 

You'd ended up crying in the bathroom after getting berated, and basically told him 'fuck off, take out the trash yourself' though in slightly more polite words so he couldn't go crying to his mom about you being-rightfully-rude. 

After quite a few tears, you were cleaning up in the sink and you think to look up.

Something's staring at you through the vents.

Before you can react, the glowing red eyes disappear, and you assume it must have been your imagination. What else could it be?

When you walk back out to the shop, your coworker isn't there. You figure he must've went home until you hear a scream out back, followed by crashing sounds and the door bursting open.

You jump up as he rushes in, clutching his eye and blood running down his cheek. 

"What happened? Are you okay?" You ask but he waves you off angrily.

"Some, fuckin' cat, or or something, I don't know! Just, lock up and go home, forget it. I'm not dealing with this shit tonight. Fuck," He tossed the keys at you and stormed out, you heard him peel out of the parking lot a minute or so later. 

Lost, you just do as he says. 

The walk to the bus stop is cold and unsettling. You easily pick up on the sound of someone following you. It's just that, it's not the sound of normal human movement. 

Every heavy footfall has mechanical clicks, metal scrapping the ground, and twinkling bells. It's quiet, a bit behind you, but it echoes throughout the street as your feet unintentionally start to move quicker.

Unfortunately, so does the person behind you.

By the time you've made it to the bus, it's yawning doors and blue light beckoning you like salvation, you're in a full on sprint for its safety. 

You all but launch yourself onto the steps, the doors closely behind you shortly thereafter. 

The bus driver gives you an odd look, but says nothing and puts the vehicle into drive. 

As you collect yourself, gasping for air, you think to look back. 

Standing, at least eight feet tall on the other side of the glass is something. Made of metal with dark red eyes, it stares down at you. It doesn't seem happy. 

As the bus moves away, light flashes across the machine, and it's eyes briefly flash from red to white. It's head swivels to follow you as you fade off into the night. Never breaking it's gaze.

You stopped accepting gifts after that night. 

You don't have another close encounter after that, and so while you're walking through the dark tonight you try to reason with yourself that you're relatively safe, passing from streetlight to streetlight, still ever cautious just in case. 

You're almost home, just a few more minutes really, when something moves across the street.

You turn to look at it, eyes straining and hands pulling tightly at your jacket to protect against the cold.

The only movement is just the clouds of steam caused by your breathing.

You listen for any sign of life. Nothing. It's dead quiet on this street. 

You start walking again.

Out in front of you now. You know you saw something move through the night. And yet, nothing. 

You stand there, watching, waiting. It's just your breathing that you can hear, save for your heart pumping in your chest. 

Then, something landing behind you. A cacophony of mechanical sounds breaking through the night. Though in reality it was probably not much louder than a whisper.

You turn around. 

Standing tall under the nearest streetlight, is Sun. He looks worse for wear. Like he's been through hell and back. Like he's been through a fire, and survived.

"Hello, friend," He steps just slightly out of the light just slightly, faceplate spinning, and one eye becoming red, "It's so good to see you."

You stare up, wide-eyed. Something about their words doesn't match their tone. You feel, threatened. Frightened. And as you've come to find out, have nowhere to go.

Because they are much quicker than you.

You should've taken the bus.

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Wowza! What a cliffhanger. I'm sure you'll be fine tho :)

Other promptobers are here, and if you'd like to see the Spookvember Schedule while I catch up with everything it's here. Thanks for reading!!

[kitabasis]

All Grace backstory lore I’ve been able to dig up:

Grace associates gyms with childhood trauma

Athena reminds Grace of her mom, although she also said she wasn’t sure if Athena was a “scary mom” or a “cool mom” so I’m not sure what this actually says about her mom, other than that I think their relationship is mostly positive, because of the “Mostly she just seemed like my mom. Or anyone’s mom. Maybe that’s what she is to the Idols—the mom who looks after them and keeps them going,” so it seems she thinks of moms as generally positive figures

She and Freddie met and (presumably?) became friends when Grace sat down next to her at lunch in elementary school

Grace learned to pick locks at some point

After Grace dropped out of college, she started drifting away from Freddie, until Freddie started the band

Grace is the source of all the band’s drama (perhaps hyperbole by Freddie for humor), and seems to generally have a lot going on, which she feels like she drags Freddie down with; I mention this here because the vibe I get is that she’s been feeling this way for years

Grace is familiar with the type of guy who wants to “take home” “lost girls,” and has “been hurt before by mysterious men,” suggesting she’s had some pretty bad relationships or at least experiences with guys

She has a drunk uncle

She has 3 brothers

Grace knows how to play the guitar, and has done it so much she got calluses from it (this is from a backer thing, so it may not be canon anymore)

Freddie is the “only person in the world who always has [her] back” (again, from a backer thing)

Freddie somehow betrayed Grace in sixth grade

Grace is somewhere around 25

Grace left college because “nothing ever works out like you think it should. Times ten,” and because “[she] didn’t feel like she belonged there. But [she] still hasn’t found [her] place”

She had a guidance counselor who was concerned about her

Her parents are, presumably together, from the way she talks about them; also, she acts like she’s 14 around them

She’s had a crush on Freddie for years but didn’t realize it

[thebluestbluewords]

An offer she couldn’t refuse…

I don’t know what’s going on with the new Rise of Red trailer, and at this point I’m too afraid to ask. I’m not too afraid to speculate though!!

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Uma grinds her boots on the carpet as she walks into Mal's office. It's not muddy enough for her to track much in, but she's still got old blood on her heels, and bloodstains never really come out. 

It's petty. Evil knows it's petty, but after all this time, Uma's pretty sure she deserves a little petty when it comes to the new queen. She's not the one with the ostentatious royal sign on her door, and she's certainly not the one putting kingdom business on hold so she can host the fluffy, stupid wedding of her dreams. 

Not that they're here to talk about that.  

"Princess." 

Mal spins around. "Uma." 

Uma steps closer. There's a desk in between them, but that's not a problem. The little queen is short, just like her wicked mother, and Uma's got practice looming over people taller than her. With Mal's fairy stature, it's not trouble at all for Uma to lift her chin and glare down her former archnemesis. In fact, it's a pleasure. 

Mal drops her gaze first. Hah. 

"Thanks for coming," she says, dropping into her fancy fucking desk chair. "I appreciate it. I know you're busy, what with the pirating and all. It means a lot that you came." 

Uma drops into the other chair that somebody has so conveniently placed on the visitor's side of the desk. "Cut the shit, princess.  You called me here for a reason, and I'm here because I want to know what it is. No more, no less." 

Mal's eyes flicker back up to meet her own. They're bright green. Magical bright green. 

Well, shit. 

"I have an offer for you," the Queen of Auradon says slowly. "Which I think you're uniquely qualified for. You can turn it down if you want, but I'm asking you to hear me out first. Fair?" 

Uma lifts a finger up to tap her mother's necklace where it sits hot against her collarbone. The problem with magical items is that you can't always turn them off. It's not that she wants to take advantage of her mother's ocean magic and use the locket to steal whatever spell Mal's got sitting behind her eyes, but sometimes the magic just slips out, and she ends up absorbing spells that weren't intended for her. 

Sometimes they're even useful. 

"Life ain't fair, princess," Uma drawls. "But sure, I'll hear you out. What'd you got for me?" 

"Headmaster. Of Auradon Prep." 

"No."

Mal's eyes flash. "Hear me out, Uma."

"No way. A school full of royals is never gonna listen to a pirate from the Isle of the Lost. You might as well ask an orge to be headmaster." 

"Good to know you consider yourself on the same level as ogres," Mal snaps. "But you said you'd listen to me. I need someone from the Isle to serve as acting headmistress while Fairy Godmother is on sabbatical, and I want it to be you." 

Uma swings a foot up to grind her boot heel on the chair too. "Why me? Why not Princess Blueberry, or your precious Freddie Facilier?" 

"Freddie's busy. Evie's not available. And they're not the leaders of a pirate crew. They don't have your experience with managing idiots.”

"If you only brought me here to insult my crew, I can leave." Uma offers, jerking a finger over her shoulder towards the door. 

She takes a special satisfaction in making the queen of Auradon grind her teeth. Sure, her ex-girlfriend can just grow her magical dragon teeth out bigger and better than before, but Uma's got to make her use those magic powers. No easy roads out for the princess who grabbed freedom with both hands and left the rest of them behind. 

"Please," Mal grits out. "Uma. I wouldn't be asking you if I had anyone else that I thought could do it, you know this. Auradon Prep is--" 

She cuts herself off. 

Fascinating. 

"Auradon Prep is what?" 

"It's-- look, I can't give you the details unless you want the job." 

Oh, she wants the job.

"I can't accept the job," Uma says carefully, letting each word slip out like a pearl from her mother's oysters, "Until I know what it entails. I have a whole crew relying on me, and I can't just abandon them for just any old headmaster role. I need to know it'll be worth my while." 

The office door clicks shut. 

Uma leans back in her chair as Mal's eyes glow green, greener, and slip closed. 

"Swear that you won't speak of this to anybody outside this room," Mal intones in a voice that is both hers and not her own. "Swear on the ocean." 

Uma scoffs. "I'm not swearing anything. I tell my left hand man everything that I know. It's why we work. Honesty, princess, ever heard of it?" 

Mal's eyes crack open. They're glowing scary green, like the bioluminescent algae that Uma pulls up from the sea floor sometimes when she's bored with waiting for the Southern Isles' trade ships to appear. Sort of a freaky color if you're not ready for it. "You can tell Harry. But that's it, and if he tells anybody else, I get to send my crows after him." 

"Deal." 

Her eyes slip shut again. That voice, the creepy double-edged rasp of magic, creaks out of her throat.  "Then swear it, daughter of Ursula. Swear that what you hear today will not leave this room, except to confer with your second in command." 

Aw, hell. 

"I swear." Uma says, mostly just to get her to shut up. "Swear it on my mother's watery grave." 

"It is done," Mal intones. "Remember your promise, daughter of the sea." 

Uma rolls her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Give me the deets, Mal." 

Her ex's head flops forward. The light cuts out abruptly from her eyes. It's creepy, but they were born and raised in creep central, so it's not like Uma's freaked out by the frankly gratuitous display of magic bullshittery. 

Her head snaps back up before Uma can think to poke her with one of her knives. "There's a time distortion." 

[freddiemercurylegendabovelegends]

Today - March 12th, 1974 - Queen Story!

Interview with Freddie Mercury – NME

by Julie Webb

It was clear for all to see that Queen’s Freddie Mercury wasn’t in the best of health. His hair lacked the recent attention of heated curling tongs; a cold sore was erupting above his upper lip; and horror – seems he’d not been able to summon enough strength to apply Biba black nail polish to more than one hand.

Mercury was worried as the camera lens zoomed in on him. He beseeched us to “touch up the picture to remove the cold sore if you can.”

I know it sounds like we’re setting the guy up, but he takes it all in good heart. Why, last time we met he stated he was “gay as a daffodil” – and here he was, willingly holding a daffodil in hand, outside Buckingham Palace. He posed regally, shirt temporarily coming unhitched from his trousers, revealing a hairy chest.

The British tour sapped most of the Mercury energy. Bedridden with laryngitis when it finished, he had just a few free days to repair any mental or physical damage before Queen joined Mott The Hoople on their two-month tour of America.

He is, in short pretty knackered – and if the American tour seems to be happening too soon after Britain, there’s no way he can change things.

I’d like a couple of weeks off, but you’ve got to push yourself. But we’re at a stage in our careers, my dear, where it’s just got to be done. I shall be resting on my laurels soon…”

He stops, considers the last remark and realises he may have said the wrong thing. Hurriedly he comes in with, “To put it another way, I shall try and reap my profits. I’ve worked my ass off these past few months. I’ve worked till I’ve dropped and after a while you physically can’t do it.”

Didn’t he think the British tour was a bit too busy, what with so many gigs included. “Yes it was a heavy tour, but it put us in a different bracket overnight. It’s a tour we had to do and I think now we’ve done it we can do the next British tour on our own terms, exactly how we like.

“With this tour we were booked in well beforehand at semi-big venues and, by the time we came to doing them, we had the album out, we’d got a bit of TV exposure and everything escalated. I think if we’d waited we could have done all the big venues – it’s just a matter of timing. But I’m glad we did the tour when we did. Even though there was a lot of physical and mental strain – so many things to worry about other than the music.”

A situation not improved by the fact that all members of Queen are, according to Mercury, “very highly strung”. Add to that his admitted bad temper. “I’m very emotional. Whereas before, I was given time to make my decisions, now nearly all of us are so highly strung we just snap. We always argue but I think it’s a healthy sign because we get to the root of the matter and squeeze the best out. But lately so much is happening, it’s escalating so fast that everybody wants to know almost instantly, and I certainly get very temperamental.”

“You’ve got to know where to draw the line. But the public always come first – it’s a corny thing to say but I mean it. Lately I’ve been throwing things around which is very unlike me. I threw a glass at someone the other day. I think I’m going to go mad in a few years time; I’m going to be one of those insane musicians.”

It’s at this point that I begin to wonder about Mercury. On stage he lords it around like some old slag. Offstage, he’s vain, camp – yet a nice enough dude.

He just has an unfortunate way with him during interviews, coming out with quotes and stories that are bound to be misconstrued or lay him wide open to mickey-taking. This could well account for some of the unkind press the band have received.

“I think, to an extent, we are a sitting target because we gained popularity quicker than most bands and we’ve been talked about more than any other band in the last month, so it’s inevitable. Briefly, I’d be the first one to accept fair criticism. I think it would be wrong if all we got were good reviews – but it’s when you get unfair, dishonest reviews where people haven’t done their homework that I get annoyed.” Unlike many British bands, they’ve waited until the time was right and are appearing on the same bill as Mott, who will assuredly pull in large crowds.

So the present and the future seem well assured I enquire about the past – like, what kind of family background does a guy like Mercury have?

“Middle-class. Musicians aren’t social rejects any more. If you mean; Have I got upper class parents who put a lot of money into me? Was I spoilt? – no. My parents were very strict. I wasn’t the only one, I’ve got a sister, I was at boarding school for nine years so I didn’t see my parents that often. That background helped me a lot because it taught me to fend for myself.”

Boarding school… if we are to believe stories that circulate about boarding schools – brutish behaviour, homosexual goings-on – well, the mind positively boggles in Freddie Mercury’s case.

I broach the subject…

“it’s stupid to say there is no such thing in boarding schools. All the things they say about them are more or less true. All the bullying and everything else. I’ve had the odd schoolmaster chasing me. It didn’t shock me because somehow boarding schools… you’re not confronted by it, you are just slowly aware of it. It’s going through life.”

So was he the pretty boy who everyone wanted to lay?

“Funnily enough, yes. Anybody goes through that. I was considered the arch poof.”

So how about being bent?

“You’re a crafty cow. Let’s put it this way, there were times when I was young and green. It’s a thing schoolboys go through. I’ve had my share of schoolboy pranks. I’m not going to elaborate further.”

Oh dear. And just when we were doing so well.

📸 Pic: 1974 - Freddie Mercury posing

[blood-and-pizza]

Allow me to drop a Fazbear Estate lore bomb on y'all

Remember how I said Glamrock Bonnie's death was an accident in this AU? And that the company basically decided it wasn't worth spending the time and money to fix him, so they just replaced him with Monty?

Remember how I also said William Afton is retired and he's not supposed to be in the charge of Fazbear Entertainment anymore, but he kind of still is because he has influence over Elizabeth, his daughter and current CEO of the company?

Yeah, it was actually William's decision not to bring Glamrock Bonnie back.

The Glamrock animatronics and the Pizzaplex itself were mostly the brainchild of Michael Afton. William has always been jealous of his son's creativity, seeing it as a threat, holding it against him for pretty much Michael's entire life. For this reason, when William saw Michael's design for Glamrock Bonnie for the first time, it infuriated him. How DARE Michael take HIS character and warp it into... whatever the HELL that thing was!

So when Glamrock Bonnie was accidentally crushed into pieces by the Hurricane Bucket, William told Elizabeth to make the decision NOT to fix him, because FUCK Michael, and fuck anyone who thought that version of Bonnie was worthy of being attached to the Fazbear name.

None of the Glamrocks, not even Glamrock Freddy, know about William Afton's involvement in the decision to replace Bonnie with Monty. Michael only knows the truth because he is way too familiar with his father's bullshit, and he resents William for all the distress he caused for the animatronics.

I'd like to think that at some point, William attends a party at Fazbear Estate, gets a little too drunk, and accidentally reveals his involvement with the Glamrock Bonnie situation. Needless to say, NOBODY is happy with him after that.

[an-archaic-archivist]

Glitchtrap the puppet master

You ever think about how it must feel being possessed? Not being in control of your own body? I always thought that idea was horrifying. Fnaf Security Breach dabbles in this concept a little and leave some very dark implications as to what it's like. And because of the unsung main antagonist of the game, Glitchtrap.

It seems to me like Glitchtrap gave Glamrock Chica the ability to feel hunger just so he could torture and manipulate her into listening to him. She's always talking about working off those calories. Why else would she be able to feel hunger if she can't even process the food? What would be the point? It's to give Chica a stronger motivation. It's very common for people with anorexia to feel lightheaded and thus, more suggestible. Then, when Gregory crushes her, He amps up that feeling of hunger even more. no living thing can resist the feeling forever, after all. He would egg her on how she isn't good enough, that she isn't as pretty as Roxy. That she would only be useful if she caught Gregory. Speaking of Roxy...

Roxy seems pretty self absorbed most of the time. She's always talking about how she's the best and that no one can beat her. Glitchtrap probably amplified that trait of her so make her easier to control. All he would have to do is keep reinforcing the ideas she already has. You can even see her talking to herself in the mirror at the start of the game. I like to think that's Glitchtrap talking through her in that moment, sensing that Gregory showed up and getting her ready for it. Later on, when Gregory steals her eyes, Glitchtrap decides he's had enough of her failures and drops the kind act. Instead, he constantly berates her, telling her that she's worthless and that no one loves her, which Roxy echoes as she chases you.

I honestly don't have much to say about Monty. I feel like his is more self explanatory. He's somehow even more egotistical than Roxy and is also very aggressive. Glitchtrap heightened both aspects of Monty's personality for the same reasons as Roxy, except now, he wanted to created something much more mindless and persistent than Roxy. Like a wild animal on a leash. Who knows? Maybe that's why Monty might have killed Bonnie. Or maybe Bonnie broke free like Freddy did and tried to save someone. Except Freddy succeeds where he failed. But Gregory was already broken before he had the chance to help him...

While Gregory was Dr. Rabbit, Glitchtrap most likely magnified Gregory's stoicism and lack of empathy. Gregory isn't shown to be the most empathetic person in Security Breach. When Freddy is having an existential crisis when seeing the endo basement and he looks to Gregory for help, Gregory just says that he's a kid and doesn't know these things. Then when Gregory suggests stealing parts from Freddy's friends and Freddy is upset about this, Gregory just says that they're trying to kill him anyway. Keeping in mind that Gregory knows by now that all the animatronics are brainwashed and not acting of their own free will anymore, but he just ignores that. We also see him act very coldly at the end of G.G.Y. Telling Tony to meet him at the Pizzaplex, knowing well that Tony will probably die there. Likely at the hands of our favorite, criminally underutilized character, Vanny.

Vanessa is described in the emails as being a stereotypical girly girl that gets excited about everything and loves glitter and pink and rainbows. She's shown to have a childish side to her. So our old pal Glitchy focused on that part of her. Making it so that his new puppet would not only obey him without question, but would love doing so. Children require attention, Something only Glitchtrap will give her, isolating her from everyone else. Speaking to her like a showman would. Telling her that it's all one big game. A play where she's the star. A game she must win for his approval.

[virginmiri99]

The second act! (+ doxxing story)

After the title screen breaks away there is a pixelated set of purple animated eyes (really cool pixel animation I will say), this is basically the character embodiment of the fucked up parts of the internet and the hate Tommy dealt with. It is voiced by Schlatt. My memory gets fuzzy around these part in where the order happens, but I'll get to where he starts explicitly talking about doxxers. At this point he's completely dropped character, this is just him. He starts off saying how Dream called him one night and explained that the group of people who were targeting him and his friends were now targeting Tommy, giving him advice on how to be careful. This leads to the moment he goes to the door and his entire street is filled with cars with deliveries, and saying he owed them thousands (this went on and off for a while). How one time he came downstairs to find police and his parents talking, his mother crying and a letter being signed in his name saying his parents were abusing him and tried to kill him - he expressed alot of guilt for his parents during this. How they were hearing glass shatter one night and found his mum's car wrecked (they didn't know if it was a hired attack or direct). And how they started recieving so many letters and that they were told by police not to open them inside due to the threat of them being laced or containing dangerous things. All the while bags are being thrown on stage from the mention of the deliveries. I believe he did make mention of being followed but I got distracted because one dickhead was shouting during this part. Tommy expressing how scared and low he was emotionally, and how even the thought of going outside made him want to throw up. All the while this is a very raw and emotional telling of the events. The tonal shift and character drop was sharp and alot more intense than what I anticipated going in.

At a certain point act one ends, and a 20 minute break later act two begins with a black sheet being brought onto stage. Some of the bags being cleaned up onto the sheet by some behind the scene people, before switching to Jack (Iain) and Freddie as (Binda) cleaning them up and talking about it, with Binda being naive, opening the letters and talking about how horrible they are. Jack says how Tommy is depressed, and they've not seen him in hours, reiterating again how shit and dangerous the situation is, and the line 'no kid should have to go through this' is repeated. It was very easy to tell it was heavily written by Tommy's dad. After realising they've not seen him in hours they go in different directions of stage looking rather desperately for him. There's a mild allusion in this part to Tommy having been a danger to himself, it is not as explicit as the external dangers they talk about.

From the black sheet previously placed now it's the bag on, Tommy's hand raises (he's been there since the break) and he gets up, to check his fake prop phone, with the joke of trying to film tiktoks and he can't. (It's a writing attempt to make sure the mood doesn't dip too low before it gets even lower). Binda comes back, elated to see Tommy but he is far too distraught, getting angry at Binda and having one of the most realistic breakdowns I've seen in stage acting, to the point he kneeled, curled into himself and pretty much half sobbed. His voice during this read like he was reliving it more than portraying it, but given how many shows it was I'm guessing there wasn't unhealthy acting practices or mindset. After more talking and genuinely kind of heart wrenching acting, Binda brings up the idea of quitting, Tommy debates with this, before leading onto to how he lost the ability to care about his safety, and aka the irl manhunt stream, where he acknowledges how poor an idea it was, and how his parents were watching it kinda horrified. After that Tommy's dad took alot more of the reign with behind the scenes stuff helping him. Tommy talks with Jack, begging and asking things to go back to normal (he repeats that part alot), Jack says confirms again he'd have to quit. This leads to Tommy's decision not to out of love for what he does, and the start of him vlogging (Jack also plays Big Russ painfully well).

My memory around this part gets messy cause there was one kid shouting and and I struggled to focus (he did get told off by staff, but this is definitely a recurring issue between shows). Jack does explicitly say, in paraphrasing, that Tommy made the show for closure. That's the meta reason and the driving force for it. Anons and everyone saying it were unbelievably right.

Schlatt, aka. the representation the worst of the internet, referred as Bob much to his dismay keeps popping up and confirming he'll be everywhere and Tommy can't escape him - the story goes on an incline again, talking positively about being about the Spiderverse premiere and laughing at his outfit, moving to Brighton (Binda gets thrown in attic, not the last we see in the show but apparently where he is currently in real life), and a fair few more things (the show doesn't go too far into the current year or most of 2022). All is going well.

Schlatt comes on again, and there is a song duet where Tommy sings around the the topic of taking the reigns and essentially being happy, with Schlatt joining in to try and counter it. Tommy ends the song holding a note for so damn long, it was also one of the bigger cheers in the show.

Schlatt then continues to trying to upset Tommy, only to go from on screen, to be portrayed by Comedy Joe in one of the purple fabric looking suits with Schlatt voicing over. There's talking and Binda, ever so innocent, breaks away from that characterisation and openly swears, calling Schlatt's character something along the lines of twat I think. This devolves to a fight scene with a surprisingly good starting choreography and sound design where you have Tommy being lifted into the air by his neck and Jack jumping on Joe's back. The sound tech team adding a variety of weapon noises and Binda having to be forcibly restrained for being incredibly violent. Comedy Joe's body ends up getting dragged off stage, and from that we get a lovely conclusion to to the show and a small aftermath of the attic, proclaiming Binda will return. (You can tell I'm getting tired writing this part my bad, it was a cathartic ending)

My brain is doing my best to remember all of it and it is failing simply for the sake of how much was in that 2 hours. And while I don't want to seem biased I will say if there's any part of what I've said that doesn't make sense or doesn't seem entertaining I assure you it's on me and how I'm describing it - in person it is a very enjoyable experience, and I do really hope it gets its American counter part (though I dread how some of the humour may transfer over)

The entire thing was pretty much a Trojan horse for Tommy getting closure and being able to talk about some traumatic shit, with the Trojan horse itself being a well written comedy show. My only criticism is there was one or two of the cruder jokes that the show would've probably been better off without, and maybe less time for the attic scene at the end to show up (because people got out of their seats and kinda stood awkwardly once they realised)

Good show, if you or any anons get the chance to see it if it gets its American counter part I'd vouch for it 👍

Hey so I started crying really hard overt this. Idk if I can even form a response rn I just feel for this kid but I'm so glad that he got a cathartic ending out of this

[lavalampstealer]

hello.

tell me about yellow and cyan please.

i am obsessed with your things

YAAAAAYYYY I GET TO DUMP ABOUT THESE IDIOTS!!!!!!!

game spoilers ahead, obv

They gave each other their nicknames, Cyan getting theirs first from the fact that they’re almost always wearing blues while nearly every other EOD field agent lean towards reds and oranges, and Yellow getting his from his love for the color (yellow sweaters and the like fill his wardrobe, his signature headset is yellow, he loves marigolds, daffodils, sunflowers, etc).

Whenever they’re next to each other and Cyan starts getting anxious or starts to spiral, they grab onto Yellow’s sleeve or the hem of his sweater or something to let him know ‘Hey I’m not doing okay.’

Cyan’s flowers are blue salvias and blue irises (thank god I was able to find blue flowers with meanings) and Yellow’s are daffodils and sunflowers. (flowernerdflowernerdflowe-)

Cyan’s shirts are almost always wrinkled (Yellow gave up trying to convince them to iron their shirts, they’d just shrug it off and say that they usually ruin them on missions anyways so what’s the point).

Cyan is a chronic tinkerer. Before the Agency, they worked as a car mechanic, and they can’t keep their hands off of things. They want to know how a thing works, what it’s made of, how it was made, etc. They absolutely adored having Friendly Skies as their first real mission, they spent so long looking around in every nook and cranny of Zor’s car. Anything with buttons and switches and plugs has them like a moth to a sparkler. The anti-grav machine in Winter Break? You’re telling them they could fiddle with sliders AND pretty crystals?? Some other ones they wanted to figure out: the chair in Seat of Power, the panels in Jet Set, Fabricator’s desk in Eaves Drop, and the map and hidden cabinet in Party Crasher. I could go on about how they were practically VIBRATING when they saw Robutler in House Call, but then this would turn into a whole essay lol. When they got their leg, Yellow had to stop them from disassembling the thing because they were fascinated by it.

Also adding to the above, even though Prism designed their prostheses, they hardly met her. Granted, most of the time when she was there it was to take their measurements and they were most likely unconscious.

Cyan looked up to Prism in some respects, they knew that she was an amazing engineer and were really impressed with her work, so they were crushed when they got to meet her properly in ieytd 3 and it turned out that she hated them. Their heart nearly exploded when she called Phoenix her greatest creation in KBOOM (that or the traces of kinesium in their bloodstream wasn’t doing so hot near the lava and destabilizing core).

Oh also, Cyan has a tiny amount of kinesium in their blood from the implant. After Death Engine, the explosion from the gravity crystal messed with their TK a bit, destabilizing it ever so slightly. The main side effects were occasional headaches and their eyes let off a faint glow when they used their telekinesis in any way. They never figured this out themselves, poor Yellow was the one to discover this. They were both in a pitch black room and Cyan, thinking he knew they were there, came up from behind Yellow and used their TK to search for a light switch, scaring the shit out of him Freddy Fazbear style.

Cyan has anxiety and picks at the skin around their nails. Yes I’m projecting and no they can’t break the habit.

Cyan only wears their gloves during mission because it’s required by the Agency (something about not leaving fingerprints behind). They despise the feeling of any gloves but they found some bearable ones that they can deal with.

Yellow is pretty much blind without his glasses.

Yellow has a scar on the back of his neck, but Cyan (or anyone for that matter) hardly ever see it because he’s almost always in a turtleneck of some kind. Cyan only knows about it because Yellow told him the story about how he got it when they were bored in between missions.

Yellow went from handling 3-5 agents at a time to having 1-2, mainly because Cyan/Phoenix was being put on more assignments due to their success rate, but also because he stopped taking on as many because he was starting to become attached. To him, they were just more nameless Agents that got caught in Zoraxis’ traps and after bonding with Cyan, he couldn’t stand to listen as agent after agent was put out of commission.

Yellow really likes his headset and is hardly ever seen without it on. It’s comfortable, it dampens harsh noises, and he can hear people just fine with them on. When he’s not using it to talk to an agent, the mic is pulled aside and they’re switched off.

Cyan also likes headphones, although they prefer in-ear ones. When they’re not on missions, they usually have an earbud in playing some kind of music, like Frank Sinatra or some big band songs as background noise.

If they had access to modern music. they would both listen to Womanizer. and they’d both be girlbosses. Neither would tell the other about this.

Cyan loves any kind of animal, cats and reptiles especially. Yellow says he doesn’t like many animals, but he would absolutely melt if a cat jumped up on his lap.

Cyan very much has orange cat energy. Dumb. Dumb agent. Little braincells. /aff

[zappedbyzabka]

silverlaw getting steamy while fighting..

Terry had gotten mad at Johnny over a situation in a bar, jealous that he was supposedly flirting with another man. Johnny, stubborn as always, refused to give in to Terry’s antics. Terry continued to scold him about it and Johnny got tired of it, he had enough of hearing Terry’s accusations.

Terry continued dragging on, “-and he should know you’re taken, I bought you that ring for a reason.”

“You talk too much.” Johnny scoffed, already moving on to putting away something in a closet. He heard Terry go silent, which usually meant he was angry.

“What?”

“It wasn’t that serious, Terry.” Johnny shut the closet door, turned, and was met with Terry glaring right at him.

“It was, Johnny. I don’t like people touching what’s mine.”

Johnny knows that Terry means it. He likes the thrill of riling Terry up though. Terry takes a step closer.

“Just let it be. It’s stupid, Terry.” And that’s the nail in the coffin. Terry tugs Johnny in by the waist and kisses him, leading him to the bed. He pushes him down and starts stripping off his clothes.

Then, Terry has Johnny riding him, grasping at Terry’s hair, gasping for air.

“I- I’m sorry, fuck! ‘M sorry. Didn’t mean it!”

“Yeah? You were so confident earlier that you could talk back like that.” Terry presses his ring, snake shaped, into Johnny’s arm, and it leaves a little indent that’ll last for a few hours if he presses hard enough. Johnny hisses at the cold feeling but continues bouncing, whining out little mutters of, “sorry, sorry, sorry!”

By the end of the night Johnny is left with a few snake indents on his body, a litter of hickeys, and bruises from Terry’s hands. He couldn’t have thought of a better conflict resolution.

(Their fighting is really just foreplay at that point)

YESSSS ANON

Johnny is used to people (cough Kreese) being possessive over him. He likes it in some ways, but hey, he likes to flirt too. It’s fun to watch guys dicks get hard just by watching him do something as simple as sucking on a straw.

But he wasn't flirting this time. It was just some girl he knew in high school who thought dropping weirdly lovey-dovey notes in his locker would get her somewhere even when he was dating Ali, which was just funny to Johnny. He wasn’t the nicest, he admits—at least Silver likes that.

She meant nothing, really, so why was Terry acting like that?

This isn’t the last time it happens at all. Actually, the next time it happens, it might have been purposeful.

Because there Freddy was, the nice guy he liked to intentionally piss off and enjoy the way he looked, ready to hold him down and fuck him numb. Those days were fun, teasing Freddy and his group when the cobras weren't around. He liked the looks on their faces when he said something slap-worthy, how they clearly wanted to "put him in his place", on his knees, on his back, on their laps. He had to flirt with him.

He remembers Freddy calling him pretty boy, that handsome face smiling with dimples, and the feeling of a heavy hand patting his shoulder. He’s sure he would have told his friends if Johnny had given it up, or maybe he wouldn't have. He seemed…gentlemanly, but Johnny's never known a good man. He wonders what life would’ve been like if he had chosen a guy like that….Silver would hate the way he’s thinking; he's so damn paranoid sometimes and hellbent on keeping him all to himself. Johnny is loyal, something he’s always prided himself on; he’d never leave his husband—not after all his promises, not after seeing the way he looks when he’s just waking up, not after seeing his tears shine in the bathroom light. Feeling his shoulders shake after waking up for the third time that night from nightmares.

He's possessive too anyway; sometimes he feels like knocking someone's teeth out seeing the way people look at Terry, as if there isn't a ring on his finger. But they're each other's; Terry always likes to say, "You belong to me," but Johnny knows Terry belongs to him too, he could raise hell if Terry ever left him.

He loves him, and he loves the way he handles him. He’d kiss that ring 100 times and ask for more marks.

And Silver knows how to fuck him right, hits that spot and presses those long fingers down in his tongue, promising darkly to cum all over it and paint pretty pink with white. Makes him feel weak in the best way.

He’s brought up Johnny getting a tattoo "Right here," rubbing a thumb right above Johnnys ass before pressing it into his back dimple. "My name in cursive, so everyone knows you’re mine."

Johnny shuddered, chuckling. "Only if you get a big one of mine on your back."

"Gladly. So we have an agreement. I’ll make us appointments."

"What?—"

Johnny’s never gotten a tattoo; he never had the money. He has scratch tats of the cobras' initials, faded to almost nothing, on his shoulder. (Silver always leaves the most marks there)

It was his idea, and the others were too afraid of the needle to do it. He was allowed to at least scribble a "J" on Dutch’s bicep. He wonders when they’ll call again.

He wondered out loud after a hard day. He’d been talked down to, like usual, multiple times by people who believed he really was just a dumb blond. Sure, he played up the act a lot, which gets him out of a lot of situations to play pretty and stupid. But Is he actually just stupid?

"I wouldn’t marry a stupid person."

Johnny huffed, a headache forming. "But you’re all about books and history, and I'm—"

"Darling, you're a brat and play dumb, but you're anything but. The dumbest people think they’re smart; they’re the easiest to strike down. There are more pretentious people who think they’re intelligent than there are dull people who know they’re dull."

He’s played the game enough to know that.

"Thanks, babe…" Johnny sighed, pulling away to grab his phone and check it, his heart aching with nostalgia. The cobras used to tell him something similar. Jimmy was a smart guy, but he never made Johnny feel lesser. "I tried to message my old buddies the other day."

Silver stiffened, not looking at him. "And how did that go?"

"I don’t think they like me anymore."

Maybe that has something to do with Terry, because the cobras still love Johnny and are worried because they can’t get in contact. Silver has seen a few photos of those boys all huddled around Johnny like fucking worshippers. Silver didn’t like the proximity and hands on what was his, so he made it just a little harder for them to get in contact. crucify him.

It’s not like they couldn’t find him if they tried hard enough…So, is it really his fault for their neglect? He doesn’t think so, that’s for sure.

He doesn’t regret it at all when he has Johnny turning to lay on his side and smiling so sweetly at him from under his gold lashes, telling him, "I’m glad I have you."

[panthera-tigris-venenata]

A casual dinner at the Hooks

This is the version in which their mother is a siren. And, yeah, no. She doesn't get a name.

They adopted Claudine Frollo. That's just a thing that happens.

And so, the dinner features:

One siren. Why, yes, also few murder attempts of hers.

Captain James Hook, completely oblivious to his wife's murderous intentions.

Three disastrous Hook siblings. But hey, they are having fun.

Claudine Frollo. She is not having fun.

Uma. She is there for the drama – and absolutely not because she loves Harry, duh, – and was tasked with retelling the whole affair to her mother later.

Oh, and Sammy Smee. They are gonna start stabbing soon.

The dinner notably does not include:

Anthony Tremaine. He waved away the invite, citing that „I'd like to live, but thank you for inviting me.“ This causes Harriet's mood to drop noticeably and she looks like she'd like to kill her dinner a second time. Claudine refuses to sit next to her.

Freddie Facilier. She, too, has a mostly functional survival instinct. CJ pouts right up until the first murder attempt distracts her.

The dinner starts about forty minutes late, when Sammy finally tracks down CJ, who was hiding at the roof of the Dragon Hall and carving her (and Freddie's) initials into it.

They are having fish.

The only fish that could be plausibly described as „cooked“ are James's and Claudine's.

Yes, Mr Smee still takes it as a personal insult.

Yes, James's fish contains few strategically placed bones, wires and fish hooks. The siren is getting desperate.

In reaction to this, James offers to cook the next meal himself, as Mr Smee clearly isn't up to it and she could use the time off anyway.

Claudine almost refuses to eat the meal when she learns it has pepper in it. Her father apparently though that seasonings is devil's invention meant to tempt people to the sin and gluttony. She promptly reminded that „Your father is a fucking cultist,“ by five people in perfect unison.

James says that while this is true, there is no reason to be so crude. This starts a chain of curses that cause Claudine to cover her ears and blush dark red.

„Claudine, no, don't drink that, please. That's for James.“ „... Okay?“

(The drink is poisoned.)

(The poison is negated by another poison in a desert CJ nicked for him from the Evil Queen so he wouldn't pay too much attention to the letter that scolds her for blowing up the lab at her school again. She should have been more concerned about Harriet finding out. Which she does in the middle of the meal. It's not pretty.)

Harry pretends to be a gentleman and pours drinks for Uma and serves her the food. James nods approvingly, CJ fakes retching, and everyone else finds it funny.

Uma tries to persuade Claudine to make crepes after dinner. This doesn't work only because Claudine's social battery is running low.

Harry offers to a) make it himself or b) make someone else do it.

This leads to another Hook siblings shouting match.

At this point, Claudine has pretty much lost it and attempts to stab CJ in the neck. The sirens smiles, says „Good job, sweetie!“ and promptly attempts to stab James. The fork catches on his coat and he doesn't even notice.

Poor Sammy Smee might or might not be doing shots at this point.

CJ wants to improve her fencing skills, and none of her siblings is amused. Harry because he wants to talk to Uma and Harriet, well, Harriet because fencing and fighting with knives are two different things. (They do end up fighting. If their meal ever was hot, it would grow cold before they got back to it.)

James attempts to entertain his family by reading some of Shakespeare's dramas out loud. It doesn't really work.

Claudine thinks that Shakespeare is in a pact with the devil.

CJ thinks it's funny, but she is also done listening to Shakespeare. She starts singing some pirate ditty or another and everyone but Claudine joins in.

[homosexuality-and-morphine]

I can't stop thinking about the mangle weed trio so I'm just gonna say shit about them here :

If they play Minecraft Mike has no clue what's going on ever and Jack has to save him from mobs all the time (Mike is completely oblivious to the mobs) and Michael is either lost or making their house pretty. They basically all have roles Jack Hunt's and saves both Michael and Mike from mobs (Michael just sucks at fighting) Mike gets materials and stuff and Michael builds and farms. Michael built their house in a lush cave Mike found while fucking around. Mike has somehow never died once in their Minecraft world dispite being the only one who hasn't played before. They have to have keep inventory on because Michael always forgets fall damage is a thing and also just in case Mike dies at some point.

They all express love in different ways Mike likes to give gifts and do stuff for people Michael likes physical touch Jack loves words of affirmation and physical touch (semi due to his dependency on touch to believe things are real)

They actually have three kids! Gregory was adopted by Michael before he even met Mike and Jack then one day they just woke up to see two eggs on the floor in front of Michaels bed and they named one nebula and the other goober (Michael named em)

Their wedding rings have stones made of their own blood (they have weird looking blood so the stones are very pretty)

Michael likes to bake and he always gives at least one treat to Mike and Jack (he usually gives some to his mom too but he has to go to heaven for that)

The original story of how they became good friends was that they smoked some weed and stole mangle from Freddy's and then Michael fixed it up but I ended up forgetting about mangle after a while

Jesus and god have this bit where they show up when they say "oh my god" or "Jesus Christ" and sometimes god will just call Michael baby girl to fuck with him and Michael does tend to call her a whore (she does not care when Michael insults her cause she can't even really do anything if she was bothered by it)

They're only gods because the old gods that were in their place wanted to retire and so picked them as their successors and just kind of left the responsibility of all the universes in the 3 dumbasses hands (they're pretty powerful but rarely use the full extent of their powers because they don't like to seem egotistical like some other gods are)

Jacks "true form" (basically a form a god takes in the afterlife) actually has two heads the other head is named Jackie and she's essentially a gender bent version of Jack and when Jack uses his usual form she's basically just in the back of his mind hanging out

Michael has done Mike and jacks makeup before and Mike didn't like it very much

Only Mike and Jack have pet names and they started out as Michael teasing them for something (Mike's is princess and it's because Abby forced him to go a whole day wearing a princess outfit and Jack's is puppy for obvious reasons)

Michael is an alcoholic Jack smokes weed a lot and Mike only sometimes gets drunk/high so he has to deal with British man and giggly idiot a lot (when Michael is drunk his fake American accent drops and he sounds very British)

[catflowerqueen]

There was a lot of densely packed lore in today’s episode! The stuff about the star is the most obvious, and it makes a lot of sense based on what we already knew about its capabilities and the baby witherstorms growing in Lord Monty and Lord Lunar’s domains. However, I’m not so sold on Eclipse being the master of the main universe’s star. If the rule is “the first person to use it is the master,” then wouldn’t that make the star’s master Monty? Because they did do a lot of experiments with it after they first stole it. The fireworks ring a bell? Or the fact that they did actually bring some sort of alien creature into the main universe (which they apparently then cooked and served to a homeless person who may or may not have been Trashcan Guy). Not to mention that it would bring back to the forefront that whole “Great Destroyer” thing…

In the grand scheme of things those are definitely smaller uses than Eclipse did (unless Monty did something else behind the scenes, which wouldn’t surprise me), but they still did it first. I guess it just depends on whether the rule is “first” or “first to use it for something extreme.” …Though I guess technically Moon might be the actual first one to use it, since as its creator he presumably tested it out. But that’s just semantics at this point.

Other bits of lore… I’m getting increasingly worried about Moon’s physical health. Again. The fact that Sun pointed out that this is the first he was hearing about the effects of dimensional travel on Moon don’t paint a very reassuring picture—because even if he did just brush it off as Moon probably always feeling that way and just working through it/ignoring it in favor of his goals at the time, we can’t know for sure that this isn’t a new symptom of something else going wrong.

And as to the computer… I’m pretty sure this episode does confirm it is holding some sort of weird grudge/not doing a very good job of processing grief because their claim that Moon’s personality is different really isn’t all that true. Moon pretty much does act the same as he always does, its just that he isn’t having to filter things through massive amounts of trauma anymore. He still plays pranks on Sun, after all, like when he didn’t mention he’d made a huge parts order and people would be coming to drop it off. And he still plays games and makes jokes and dislikes interacting with the daycare kids—even as he proved today how much he really does care about others and has a desire to teach and help given how he immediately tried to help the alternate Freddy. Not to mention that, in general, he’d been showing a lot of self-improvement that the computer had a front row seat for leading up to the whole amnesia thing, and I still think it is entirely possible that Sun was only listed as “test subject” as a joke or reference to the fact he’d been begging Moon to let him help with his experiments during the Roblox challenges.

Because just as the computer might be mad at Moon for “picking KC over them,” or just not being their Moon the way they want him to be or something, there is also a high probability they would be mad at Sun for technically putting Moon in that situation to begin with given that he’s the one who broke the magic, accident or no. And it isn’t like the computer was really all that fond of Sun to begin with.

[bittersweetaucreator]

After Everything

Made By Bittersweetaucreator and 1st-little-poet

Scott heads down Into the basement to see Shadow Freddy, his new friend (with benefits) after a steamy encounter with him. When he heads down into the basement Shadow greets him with a tight bearhug Almost knocking him down with his weight

“Hey Shadow” Scott said “Hello Scott” Shadow Greeted him still hugging him his head nuzzling his stomach

Scott politely asked Shadow to let go of him which Shadow obliged to wanting to respect his boundaries as not wanting him to leave. “It's good to see you” Shadow happily said “Well it's good to see you too” Scott said “I'm actually happy that you kept your promise to come see me” “Well you kept your promise too” Scott said remembering their promise they made that if shadow didn't try to hurt anyone then scott would come down here to keep him company.

“That's right” Shadow said “So do you wanna Have some ~Fun~” “Maybe another time I'm still a little out of it after last time” Scott said rubbing the back of his head. “Make sense after all i am pretty big i'm surprised you can still walk after” Shadow said With a smirk on his face. “Yeah I had some practice”

“So What do you wanna do?” Shadow asked. “We could talk about our day and stuff,” Scott said.

They both sat down and started to explain how their days went with shadow’s just Pleasuring himself multiple times Making Scott blush. Scott explains his day with it being just a normal Boring Wednesday But Shadow finds it interesting. After some time Shadow starts to get sleepy And suggests that They should snuggle each other which scott happily agreed with because shadow is soft and fuzzy and he's kinda tired too

Scott takes off his shirt and pants and Shadow puts on a big oversized shirt and lays down on the air mattress as Scott holds Shadow like a large stuffed animal you'd get at an amusement park and Scott uses the sleeping bags to cover themselves up. They both drift off into deep sleep

Shadow slowly opened his eyes to see his was alone. He’s been alone before, this didn’t feel right. It was cold and empty, he tried to take a step forward to explore the empty void.

But every step he took, his head ached with a agonizing pain… It was to the point that he couldn’t take any more and collapsed on the floor. He forced himself up with the strength that he could muster… Only to find himself face to face with a tall figure staring down at him.

Suddenly a force pushed him to the creature, who grew a terrifying set of teeth. “I think he wants a kiss!” It was a group of masked… WAIT. Shadow's heart dropped as he placed all the pieces together. “NO, LET GO OF ME!” He screamed in fear.

The masked didn’t listen, they only lifted him up to the monster’s mouth. His eyes were wide with tears as his heart raced. “STOP PLEASE!!! I'M BEGGING YOU!” It was too late, he was already in its jaws. He kicked, scratched and screamed at its face, hoping that it would help…

Nothing happened. It didn’t even flinch. Shadow screamed louder, begging for mercy… Until he heard a loud wet crunch. His body went limp and all he heard were screams…

Shadow shot up awake, screaming in pain. It all felt too real, his hands shook as he only heard static. But, it was short lived as he felt a slight blush of a hand softly rubbed against his back. He whipped his head back only to see it was Scott Looking concerned…

“I-”

Before he could even start a sentence, he was in a hug. The unwelcomed static was slowly replaced by Scott's calming, slow heart. It felt warm and safe, like a home that he could stay and never leave.

Shadow's eyes started watering again. “It’s ok.” Scott whispers softly in his ear. “You’re safe, I'm here.” The words were too much and he proceeds to break into heavy screams and sobs.

But Scott only continues to comfort him by rubbing his back and repeating the same words, “I'm here.”

After a few minutes Shadow started to calm down his cries turning into sniffles as he held scott tightly Usually he would be all alone Just crying until he fell asleep but now he has someone there… he has Scott there to comfort him

“Are you feeling better?” Scott questioned. Shadow shook his head yes “So i'm guessing you had a bad nightmare” Scott said “Y-yes” Shadow said still shaking “P-please don't leave”

“I won't”

Scott then continued to provide comfort to Shadow, something that he had forgotten. Soon Scott and Shadow would fall asleep in eachothers arms Peacefully drifting to sleep again and Shadow didn't have any more nightmares that night

[chillisreal]

Everytime I rewatch a playthrough I see something new.. I'm gonna do what I rarely ever do and make a theory! Watch me screw it up so bad lmao.

Spoilers for the FNAF ruin dlc and the endings!

I will likely edit back with some screenshots and stuff for reference but for now it's just text.

1. Glamrock Freddy in the Fazer blast... Is not the same glamrock Freddy from the original game. As it is labeled on its foot, it's just a prototype. And maybe your wondering "well what if Freddy was a prototype?" Id like to direct you to the scene where we find glamrock Freddy damaged in the original game. He's on the floor, clearly malfunctioning.. and there is very clearly no prototype label on him. ERGO, ruin Freddy is not our freddy.

2. "Gregory is evil, ohhh Gregory is good" yada yada calm down everybody! Not only do his alignments have yet to be confirmed (though I'm pretty sure he's a good lad), there's multiple things to consider regarding the endings!

On the main ending that is achieved in the dlc.. I'm very certain that it was the mimic that drops the elevator, because as some other people have pointed out, as Gregory is explaining what Cassie just released, he somehow interrupts himself off after a seemingly short cut off in the speaker. And speaks as if he is on some sort of stealth mission. He may seem to be not as empathetic as Cassie and we don't know that much about their relationship, but judging from in game imagery and evidence I'm pretty certain that he wouldn't be that willing to cross her out like that!

Along with the "we can't risk being followed" line. It just doesn't make sense to me, if he was worried about being followed, wouldn't he have tried to leave Freddy behind if we're following the burntrap ending? Also why would he be worried about being followed, Gregory's a bad ass boy and would probably just beat the hell out of whatever tries to crawl out of the wreck after him. I think it's just the mimic changing its mind about killing Cassie itself, and just decided to give her a taste of the situation it was stuck in. All while breaking her hope and trust with that final line, hopefully making her loose motivation to keep trying.

And im not finished even after all that! How would Gregory even control the elevator if he's not at the pizzaplex? I doubt he has a way to do it from wherever he is.

And with the theory of the mimic controlling certain parts of the pizzaplex growing in popularity with the evidence in the books we've gotten, I once again would like to say that the mimic was most likely the cause of the elevator drop.

That's all I've got for now.. maybe I'll add more to it later.