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Bowser's Bedtime: FULL UPLOAD

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And here we are—all 10 pages! I think I'll try to refocus on the animation again before moving on to the main story.

Some of these details, like the two stars falling, will be brought up again in the main story. (We might even see Baby Bowser again - boy oh boy, do I love my flashbacks) Other details - will be touched upon in Warped... if I can spare the time to update that series haha (God, I miss Spike)

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MASTER POST OF COMICS

[ravens-and-rust]

*Cutely drops Blem's lore* Yeah, so, TW for SA, abuse, violence, and gore descriptions???

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  He felt disgusting. Horrible. Filthy.   Of course, he could do nothing about it. There were programs that prevented him from disobeying the mechanics; programs that kept him from refusing their advances. Every night it was the same: his systems and joints checked and cleaned, hands lingering where they shouldn't before roaming in areas they DEFINITELY shouldn't...   Melanie never did anything about it; she couldn't do anything about it, no matter how hard he pleaded with her. She oversaw all mechanics, sure, but they had dirt on her that could jeopardise her job. He couldn't afford to lose his only rock wall in the entire Megaplex. He couldn't afford to lose the one woman who made his dull, lifeless security job have life.   Then, as suddenly as she'd been in his life, she left it. That's when the real shit hit the fan. It wasn't just fingers anymore, it was mouths. Then, it was the humans' own nasty genitals. He was violated. Every. Damn. Night. He never got a break; they'd check his vitals, ruin the fuck out of him (almost literally), and send him off to work the next day. It hurt. It grated his sensors. They wore him down, replaced parts, and wore him own again. They ripped pieces off in their own blissfully fucked glee, then replaced those out of their own damn pockets. He'd occasionally get sad stares from the S.T.A.F.F. bots who'd hear him whimper at night, or he'd get mysterious looks from the main FazCrew themselves...looks he couldn't decipher. He ended up numb to them. He was ignoring it all.

  The only animatronic that had no care for him was the Daycare Attendant. "Nasty Rulebreaker," they'd call him; what for, he wasn't sure. Being violated? Was allowing himself to be violated breaking some rule he wasn't aware of? It's not like he could fight back. Any time he pleaded with his abusers, they'd smack him, or administer controlled shocks that blue-screened him. He couldn't feel anything for minutes after, but they certainly could as they'd begin climbing his bare body again and rutting against him like savage animals.   It was like the Daycare Attendant was...jealous of him somehow. He couldn't understand how they could like those fucking--no, no foul language--those stinking humans. Not after what they'd done to him. Maybe they'd installed some kind of program that made them loyal to them. That was likely.

  Then, children started to go missing. They'd disappear from the daycare, and the cameras just seemed to short out. Collin's "maintenance checks" still went on, more than ever, it seemed, and then he was sent out to go find the children. What he'd found on the third night of endless searching...sickened him. Guts, blood, bone, and brain matter everywhere. Vacant, decaying expressions. Odd, unnatural angles that limbs shouldn't be contorted into. He called it in. He called it in faster than he could fucking process it past 'oh my god, the gore.'   He was rewarded that night by blissful peace and the notification that the Superstar Daycare would be closed for the next few weeks as the incident was investigated.

  The Naptime Attendant had a virus and was being brought in for it. They were a strange AI, silent and calm when left alone and unprovoked, only glancing around with their red LEDs, the plastic orbs making clicking noises in their sockets. Collin, in his pod on the right of the Attendant, watched his neighbour curiously. Attentively. He wondered how this quiet scrap of rock-themed metal and plastic managed to contract a virus so murderous.   "H-hi, I'm C-Collin-" he'd started, only to be rudely interrupted with a hiss.   "We know-know-know who you are-are," the thing said, slamming metal palms against the reinforced glass of the pod, their faceplate spinning oh-so-very slowly. If Collin was to be honest at that exact moment, he would definitely say he was creeped out.

  At some point, while both animatronics were in sleep mode, the virus...travelled systems. Neither animatronic knew how it happened, but it did. Collin awoke with his systems bugging out, feeling weird, feeling...free. He felt like he could breathe. He felt like...he felt...   Unchained.

  They tried again that night. Did their normal check-ups. Did their normal hushed, excited chatter about positions in the corner. Sauntered over to him, smirking with beady, gleaming eyes. Placed fingers on the waistband of his security uniform. And he said no. They sneered, pressing the shock button. He writhed. Screamed. Hissed.   It only fueled his anger. He ran a mental checklist of what programs were unrestricted, then let himself grow. Watched the faces melt from smug to terrified, backing away. They wanted a fucktoy? Too bad. They got a monster.

  By the time he was finished, it looked as if the room had gotten a new coating of vibrant, red paint. A colour he liked, if he was honest with himself. Of course, he was horrified at what he'd done; he was no better than Moon. He needed a new name, he needed to hide, he needed to..to-   He needed to leave!

  Huddled below the stage, clothed in children's clothing, small and dirty, he shivered. Even his own touch made him uncomfortable. His own breath ghosting across his silicone "skin" made his gut clench. He hated his body. He hated himself for not just decommissioning himself as soon as Melanie left. And now he couldn't. Not only was that wing of the Parts and Services sector shut down forever, he was in hiding from the cameras. He'd ripped his chip out so they'd not find him. He was stuck.

  He was alone.

[done-anon]

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[angrytamilratmansocs]

made him cry

[midwest-indigo]

why did they have to remove Trees live at the LC pavilion :(

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HOLY SHIT

IS DANINA DENTO’S CANONICAL SISTER ? THEIR PHYSICAL RESEMBLANCE LEADS ME TO THINK SO

yea

[falconearring]

AH I LOVE YOUR COMIC SM ITS MY LIFE AND JOY 💚💚💚

LORELORELORE YOU'RE AMAZING>:DD/vvvpos<3!!!!!!

WEEHHHHHHHH :^)

[gaysceneslut]

Shakira? Shakira, eres tu?

lorelorelore

[dilfslayer69]

THEM

[hirokari]

the thought of should i stay or should i go playing if vecna ever does come and snatch Will is just bringing me to tears

[artofpiju]

[project peonies] Back in the olden days before the eastern continent got unified under one rule of Kourthlandian, it consisted of numerous clans ruled by warlords that constantly waged war against each other to expand their territories. One of the ancient folklores that emerged from that time tells a tale of children who are born with hair as black as the darkest winter night and eyes red like fresh blood on snow. They are believed to be blessed by Jor Kamgad, the god of conquest (commonly portrayed as a giant centipede-dragon with the face of a man), one of the oldest deities in the eastern continent's pantheon that reigned before Revelation. It's a sign that those children would grow to be mighty wiker warriors, and many of them would become powerful, terrifying warlords who bring destruction to everything in their path.

As time progresses and centuries passed, Kourthland changed from the land of one thousand wars to a unified but fragile country. After the failed invasion to the north left the country vulnerable, nowadays most wikers prefer to work in the ever-growing industrial fields to help build Kourthland back rather than risking their lives fighting in fruitless, endless conflicts. Though the legend of dark-haired crimson-eyed warriors never truly fades...

[veirsewrites]

hello, if it’s not super spoilery, what powers do werewolves have in your story? Like, can they transform at will or is it linked to the full moon? Are the transformations more wolf-like or like the bipedal wolf man? are they weak to silver? feel free to ignore this, just v excited for your story!

Lore questions make me feel a sort of way.

I don't think it's spoilery to the plot or anything. I'll answer in regards to werewolves in general, though, not about Eddie.

See below!

There are 3 kinds of werewolves: alphas, betas and regular werewolves. They all can transform at will. Alphas and betas are bipedal werewolves (think vanhelsing/skyrim) and the rest are large four legged wolves. Alphas and betas can also transform into the four legged version just as they can be bipedal (like digimon lol). Werewolves in their human form are strong, alphas and betas are stronger. Not on the same level as older vampires, but still up there. They can also extend their fangs or claws in human form.

Yes, they are weak to silver, but they have accelerated healing compared to humans. Vampires are way faster though.

What happens during full moons isn't werewolves becoming uncontrollable in the conventional sense. During the full moon, alphas get all the control. The rest of the pack, assuming you're in a pack, become highly suggestible to the alpha. They will do whatever they are ordered to do. The alpha retains their own sense of self. That's not to say that strong willed individuals couldn't resist a command, they could, but it's not common.

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another Very little detail i focused on for the silly pink citizens in general is their birthdates

Darles' is 13/10/1967

i also used this for a timeline very short

the show started in 1990, bep was born 2 years after

darles was 25 at the time, 38 at the time of his disappearence and in present time 58

i just wish we got an exact date for beps birthday (but that would warrant a cartoon...)

✨🌈darly boxman lore dump🌈✨

for those of you who don't know, The Darly Boxman Show is a short video made by gooseworx prior to tadc (you should watch it if you haven't already pls its really good, cw for eye contact)

it's connected to the Pink City universe (so like elain the bounty hunter and stuff) and is an in-universe kids show that follows Darly Boxman, Mimlimim, and milkpooch as they do weird stuff

more under the cut because this is going to be long

if you're reading this then beware you are about to dive into my crazed ramblings about a guy who has a lot of shit going on actually

actors in the darly boxman show

So, as mentioned before, the darly boxman show is a show in the pink city universe starring Darles nemeni as darly boxman, Thlouretta Gudds as mimlimim, and milkpooch as itself

(image 1 bright colors cw and image 2 eye contact cw)

milkpooch and mimlimim look the same out of the show, but darles looks a little different:

you may be wondering, "his normal eyes look so much friendlier than the box eyes why'd he do that lol" and the answer is.....

✨⭐nobody knows⭐✨

his eyes just kinda change when he puts on the box, its some "wacky cartoon logic that can't be explained" according to gooseworx

Hoonis Boogie's obsession

Hoonis boogie is the moon looking guy hugging the tv (see below). He is the host of the annual ghost of the year event. Hoonis most likely constantly rewatches the show, and wants to be "as good a host as [darly]." (sadly I couldn't find much information on this)

Darles nemeni's daughter

darles nemeni had a life apart from the darly boxman show (more or less), so lets talk about that. Starting with the fact that he has a daughter (:0 whoag) and her name is Bep nemeni

Darles mainly wanted a child to continue his legacy with the darly boxman show. Bep didn't like this and now runs an adult talk show and loudly hates kids shows.

Comic gooseworx made about darly and bep here <- link

What happened to darles

You may have noticed I said darles *had* a life apart of the darly boxman show. If you skip past the credits of the youtube video, there's a message.

The current pink city year is 2025. Darles has been missing for ~20 pink city years.

There are canonically 401 darly boxman episodes in universe and the show was running for ~15 years

However, signs are pointing to either darly coming back or hoonis going missing with him.

Since we more or less know how the eyes work with the box head, it's likely that hoonis and darly will interact at some point.

here's some more trivia that I couldn't figure out how to work into this post:

it's a kids show that wasn't really a kids show

I hit the image limit but at some point gooseworx drew darles being dragged somewhere screaming "no I don't wanna go to therapy" with the caption "he was on the verge of a creative breakthrough"

Anyway yeah darly boxman lore post because I'm fixating a little bit yay

[infinitethree]

[[Timeframe: Not too long after Day and his kids permanently move to the place that will become Sanctuary. Jacobs and Styll (s!Karl and s!Sam) haven't appeared there yet, either. Summary: Day offers to help Tommy get better at fighting after Theo has to go take a break from it. Turns out, Tommy and Theo can both be motivated by spite.]]

Day knows his son well enough to know when he’s being too stubborn for his own good. He especially knows him well enough to know when he’s being too stubborn for anyone else’s good, too.

It’s why he hops down from his perch on the stands in the arena–a place he’s glad is getting more use now than it ever did previously–and calls out to him, “Theo. You’re not being productive any more, you’re just getting pissy. Go sit down and cool off.”

He turns to Tommy, the subject of his son’s ire. There was no doubt in Day’s mind that everything was still very weird for him. And yet, he was still willing to let Day keep an eye on Theo.

Okay, well. Theo and Tommy had tried it by themselves once, and it resulted in them refusing to be in the same room for a week.

Day did his damnedest to let Tommy dictate as much of their interactions as possible; he knew both from his own experience and from supporting Atlas that the line between acceptable and not could shift at the drop of a hat. Anything and everything could become a trigger.

It’s for this reason that he turns to Tommy and asks, "Do you want me to take over, or nah?" He sees the blond consider it, so he adds, "I could try something without me using weapons if you'd like. Your call, either way."

Tommy’s brow furrows. "The fuck can you even do without a fuckin’ weapon?" He sounds curious, if a bit doubtful--but that's not terribly surprising. Theo had doubted it too, at least at first.

Day smiles. "It's not complicated. It does require pissing you off, though, so I need to know how angry you're okay with getting."

Even if it really wasn't meant as one, Tommy clearly takes it as a challenge. "I can handle it." Day studies him for a moment. Trying to change his mind won’t work, not if he thinks he’s been challenged. Besides, the kid can handle far more than a lot of others give him credit for. He nods. "Alright, then."

He takes a step back and says, "Try to land an attack. Use anything and everything at your disposal to do any sort of damage whatsoever. Bonus points for blood."

Tommy looks down at his netherite sword--a gift from Dee--and then back at Day. He isn’t wearing any armor, not even his bracers. Day grins at the doubtful and slightly insulted look on his face. "Especially that one. Infinite lives, remember?"

He doesn't even need to move his feet to twist away from the somewhat hesitant swing. He just raises his eyebrows. "We both know you can do far better than that."

The faint reproach in his tone makes the teen’s eyes thin, and he takes several more, increasingly fast swings. None of them land, Day dodging easily out of the way. "Don't you want to get some payback? This is just about the only context where you're not just allowed to try and stab me, it's encouraged. C'mon; where's the Tommy spite? Where's the drive to get me to shut the fuck up via any method possible?"

The swings are getting more and more precise, a familiar mulish glower already forming. "I'll fuckin’ shut you up alright," he hisses.

Day scoffs a little. "Not at this rate you won't." That's the thing that makes real anger flash in his eyes. He's finally stopped holding back; Day’s grin gets bigger. "Good! Now we're getting somewhere. I might die of boredom before you actually hit me, but at least you're moving forward."

Tommy snarls, adding well-timed kicks to his swings. They’re definitely closer to hitting, but Day doesn’t seem to have much trouble ducking and weaving around them. “That all you have?! Where’s the guy I fought a war against?!”

The taunts are having their desired effect; making him tap into the spite that he and Theo both have instead of blood. This is the exact method he used to get his eldest motivated. Sure, Day wound up with a massive scar for his trouble, but it had worked. Day doesn’t doubt that Tommy will be even more driven to prove that he’s very capable while up against a version of his abuser that is both less of a threat and more.

But it’s not quite enough, not yet. So he grins at the teen and says, “I know I’ve got a few more years now, but surely you can land a single, measly hit on me! I don’t have armor, I don’t have a weapon, I don’t even have a fucking shield! Did you manage to forget everything you knew while I wasn’t looking?!”

He sees the exact thing he’s been waiting for–the shift from mere anger to calculated rage. It’s now that Day knows to get a whole fucking lot more careful with what he does and how he does it.

He’s now forced to start redirecting the flow of Tommy’s swings and really using the terrain to his advantage. Just because he’s trying to get Tommy to hit him doesn’t mean he’s not going to make it easy on him.

Naturally, Tommy isn’t making it easy on Day either. He’s picking up speed, and Day can’t help but be impressed at what he’s picked up just from the short time he’s gotten real teaching. Techno was a good friend, but holy fuck was he a bad teacher for Tommy’s best means of engagement. Techno didn’t explain enough and would shoot past tapping into the spite and land squarely in the unhelpful kind of frustration.

By contrast, he’s pretty sure that Vio is able to get him to pay attention and listen via having truly earned his respect and admiration. Plus he’s the not-dad to the teen and his best friends and honestly, there’s a decent chance that he would be able to effectively ground them if he felt the need to.

The training ends with an error in judgement on Day’s part. It’s surprisingly small one; he launches himself away from a rock at an angle that, coupled with Tommy having just bent down, lets the teen sweep his foot to kick up sand to impair his vision.

That distracts him just long enough that Tommy is able to drive his sword forward and into his chest. Day barely can be surprised before the respawn takes him, but he does see the momentary flash of panic overtake the triumph on Tommy’s face.

The immortal blinks his eyes open in the respawn room of the arena, and immediately hops down to go make sure neither Theo nor Tommy are freaking out about that hit. He takes a moment to send a quick reassurance to the rest of the server over the com system–and notes that Dee publicly laughed at him, the fucking menace–as he trots back out to grab his items. He’s pretty sure that his general disregard of any and all pain or discomfort isn’t really a good thing, but whatever. He’s got it now so he’s going to use it to make sure nobody gets stabbed without it at least being productive.

Theo is there, of course, because he and the Fates are still a little overprotective. Thankfully he’s cooled down enough that he isn’t swinging, but he still doesn’t look very happy. He sees his son about to get pissy again, and puts a hand on his shoulder to stop whatever tirade he was about to go on before it can really start. “Theseus, don’t get mad at him. It was my own fault for multiple reasons. I did what I did with you when you gave me that scar on my right side.”

The warrior immediately understands, and narrows his eyes at him. “Fuckin’ asshole. Be less of a bastard,” he mutters, though visibly relaxes. Day shifts his attention to Tommy and grins at him. “Good job. I probably should have expected you’d go for the kill, but I always seem to underestimate you. I keep saying I’m an idiot and people keep not believing me about that, but, well…they’ll learn.”

Tommy blinks a few times, his shoulders dropping from where they had hunched up slightly. Guilt settles under his skin like it always does. “...So you did that with Theo, too?” “Wha, the fuckin’--dodging n’ being a massive fuckin’ prick bullshit? Yeah, he did. I gave him one of his biggest scars for it, too–n’ after I stopped feeling guilty about that, I was real fuckin’ proud. Show him the–” Theo elbows his dad, who rolls his eyes and pulls up the right side of his shirt to show where his son had wounded him.

“Holy shit, that’s a lot of scars.” Day blinks at the surprised statement, and glances down at his skin. Countless scars crisscross just the visible area, though none are anywhere near as large as the one that goes from his third rib to his hip. “I guess? I don’t really have a good frame of what a normal amount is any more.” “Aren’t you a fuckin’--badass n’ shit? What, did some of them get fuckin’ carried over?”

Day snorts. “Nah. It turns out that it’s a lot harder to suddenly adjust to giant fucking wings than you really stop to think about when you hear ‘hey you can get free wings’. I was too stubborn to really hide them, either–” “You can fuckin’ hide them?! The fuck?!” Tommy stares at the dappled grey limbs, baffled at the idea.

The immortal’s brow furrows a little. He’s a little amused as he lowers his shirt again and explains, “They’re magic wings I got because the other universe decided that anyone who beats the ender dragon should just get those. It’s a pain in the ass to de-manifest them, though, and it was always too much of a risk–if I hide them, they’re just not there. That’s a very useful tool that I could use to escape a bad situation that I’ve taken out of the picture. It’s also just as weird to get used to not having wings on your back as it is to get used to them in the first place.” Tommy and Theo both give him identical looks and he can’t help but sigh.

“Yes, I have that mentality because of the Vault. Both of you stop being so worried–I’ve lived this long with all of that, I’ll keep living with it. Tommy, you have your own trauma to deal with, don’t add mine to your plate.” He sees the slight flinch that gets from the teen, and immediately softens his tone. “I do appreciate the concern, however unneeded it is. But, seriously–I’m fine.”

His attention shifts to his son, who he narrows his eyes at. “And Theo, stop looking like you expect me to shatter at everything you think might possibly come from there. I’ve fought fucking wars with you, you don’t need to mother hen me. That’s my job. Prime fucking knows you need that–I’m always so much more in danger of a fucking heart attack from the shit you and your brothers pull than anything else! Or, you know, just my brain exploding from the headaches you all cause. Nightmare gremlin children, all of you.”

Theo’s eyes narrow back at him, and he knows that his son is damn well aware of what he’s doing. However, he allows it to happen; he grins a little smugly back at him and says, “Yeah, well, you’re the one who kept doing shit like fuckin’ pissing me off–” Day rolls his eyes and cuts him off. “By trying to make sure you didn’t end up killing your brothers? Or the other way around? Theseus, you still manage to piss them off enough to get them to try and stab you during dinner–yes, I know you’re doing it on purpose, and I know you’re doing it out of spite at this point!”

The vibrant blue eyes of his eldest get just a little moreso as he grins at his dad. “Oh, good, you fuckin’ noticed. I was worried you were getting rusty, what with your age n’ all–” “Theseus Was-Taken I swear to Prime–” “I really do fuckin’ worry about dementia setting in n’ whatnot–” “You chaotic little shit–” “and you seem to already be fuckin’ getting weaker, if Tiny Tom can just take you out like that–”

Tommy goes from the usual fascinated and somewhat jealous expression he always gets when Day and Theo start bickering to offended when he gets dragged into things. “The fuck?!” “I mean, no offense–okay, full offense–but you’re not exactly the same fuckin’ level as he is! Or, well, what I thought he was.”

Day takes a deep breath, a careful calm overtaking him. He smiles, and is gratified to see his eldest visibly tense at the reaction.

Good. He should be scared.

“Hey Tommy,” Day says, casually as anything. “You want to team up for a few minutes to help me stab Theo?”

Tommy’s eyes light up in an actually vaguely disturbing way, grinning at his alternate self. “Oh bitch, you fucked up,” he says with a low chuckle, pulling his sword out of his inventory. Day follows suit with his sword. Theo laughs nervously, backing up a little. “Hey, uh–no hard feelings, right?”

He starts backing up faster as the two of them advance. “NO HARD FEELINGS, RIGHT?!”

Unfortunately for him, there were definitely some hard feelings.

[sp-ud]

so ranboo just walked around in silence and moved a grass block before going back to his house.

i think its safe to assume we just got a bit of lore,

OH FUCK PUFFY IS THERE AT THE EXACT SAME TIME.

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