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[xx-akubara-xx]

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-and-others]

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[bouqet-of-bones]

Lilith knew this would invade Atticus’s privacy. She knew she shouldn’t dig into his personal stuff, but…it was so tough understanding her new brother. She wanted to help him, but to do that- she needed to know more about him. And she was curious.

I mean…as long as he didn’t know, right?

So Lilith reached into the shoe box and pulled out a random cassette tape, running her fingers over it and looking it over, before putting it into the weird radio thing. “Why’d he even leave this stuff here anyway?”

She turned it on, taking a deep breath.

Open starter rp: Secret Cassettes.

There was a new kid at camp, Atticus. He was...Odd to put it nicely, He jumped at loud sounds, was terrified of doctors (even the infirmary and apollo kids) refused to wear shoes, and had an odd tattoo on the inside of his left wrist

"M.G's Institute of Science and Impure"

and then the numbers "#006."

When the boy had arrived at camp he had only a small bag. he refused to let anyone touch, or see what was in it.

One day, Cabin 13 was empty, Kids where training, and playing volley ball, or doing arts and crafts.

In the very back corner of the cabin was Atticus's bed, and on top of it was a shoe box full of old Cassette tapes, beside the box was a small radio with a slot for the Cassettes. What do you do? Does your curiosity get the better of you?

(Note: no real interaction happens with Atticus here, this is just a fun way to learn his lore ic, kinda like a chose ur own adventure game :3 it can be Cannon or not whatever u want lol.)

[kayfey]

damn i love eye themed eldritch horror

[midwest-indigo]

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

[falconearring]

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

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

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HOLY SHIT

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

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[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.

[infinitethree]

[[Timeframe: The start of Exile in the roleswap world.

Summary: Day talks to s!Skeppy (Quizzy) shortly after Atlas has been taken away by Darkza.]]

Skeppy knows approximately three things about DayDream.

Firstly, he’s Atlas’ dad. Secondly, he loves his sons. Thirdly, he’s absolutely fucking terrifying and Skeppy wants to escape the conversation he’s found himself in now.

Because roughly two hours after Darkza had demanded Atlas be immediately exiled for a prank he and Skeppy had done that went out of control, DayDream and Theseus show up. Skeppy just counts himself lucky that the latter is busy trying to calm Orpheus, who had desperately tried to stop everything before Atlas agreed to the exile, instead of focusing on him.

“I’msosorrypleasedon’tkillme–” Skeppy’s squeak of fear would be embarrassing normally, but he feels justified. Especially because there’s something about the way that DayDream is watching him that makes his skin crawl.

It’s like he’s seeing too much of him.

The man sighs, long and slow. He looks exhausted. “I’m not going to kill you. Theseus won’t, either. It’s not your fault this happened; you just got wrapped up in things out of your control. I need you to do something for me, though.”

Skeppy’s heart sinks. Okay, fuck, whatever it is has to be important, right?

DayDream is gravely serious when he says, “When we find out where Atlas is, I need you to visit him. He does…he does badly, when he’s isolated. Theo and I will be doing everything we can to get him out of there, but it’s–” his expression twists for just a moment, his hand rising to the amber stud on his ear. “It’s complicated.”

It’s really not what he expected. “But–what about Orpheus–” “He’ll be being watched by Darkza or his allies, the same as Theo and I will be. But as far as he’ll be concerned, you’re not worth paying attention to.”

Then he does something that Skeppy, for all that he’s heard mixed things about what the man is like, never expected.

He grabs his hands and says, quietly, desperately, “Please.”

Any resistance that remained crumbles like sand.

“Okay,” Skeppy tells him, eyes wide. “I’ll–just tell me, uh, when you find him. He’s…I tried to get us both–it shouldn’t have just been him. Darkza said it was–that Atlas knew better, but I was new, and something about an example–”

He cuts himself off when the relief on Day’s face shifts into dark anger. “No. He just wants Atlas to be cut off from everyone. If it wasn’t this, it would have been something else.” Suddenly, the idea that this man is capable of turning Theseus into the infamous legend he is seems a lot less far-fetched than it had been when Atlas first told him that.

That anger is wiped away after just a moment, though. “Thank you, Skeppy. And tell me if Theo tries to threaten you–I’ll talk to him. We’ll all owe you more than we could ever hope to repay.”

Day inclines his head, and then turns and walks away.

The only thing that Skeppy can think of is that he doesn’t remember introducing himself.

[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.

[amethystplease]

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