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emergency-plan · 8 months ago

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DPxDC Idea

I had a little idea an have no time to actually write a fic, so I just wrote a sorta-summary and am posting it like this.

This is inspired by the game Home Safety Hotline and may contain hints to spoilers for that game. It's really clever, I really like it. I recommend you play it if slightly spooky without any "real" horror appeals to you.

Alright, Danny's been Ghost King for a few years and has realized more than just his usual rogues make their way to the living world, and a lot of those ghosts don't stay in Amity. By himself, it'd take forever to track down all those spirits and specters that are out causing mischief. Luckily, not many that escaped his notice are all that powerful and could only cause minor disturbances, just enough to get noticed by the living.

Many people outside Amity don't even recognize the activity as ghosts, so they blame other sources. Scratching in the walls is mistaken as mice, whispers and apparitions are mistaken as hallucinations and carbon monoxide hallucinations, attempted overshadowings mistaken as stokes or migraines. In this day and age, where does everyone turn to when looking for advice or how to solve problems? The internet.

Team Phantom devise a method to try and track down ghosts that are stuck or tormenting the living by building a website meant to look like a help hotline, and with some algorithm trickery make it one of the top options when searching for signs similar to ghost presences. Add some bits and bobs to make it appear as a more normal-looking website on any computer affiliated with government organizations, and you’ve got some protection from the GIW.

Calls start slowly, so the three of them can handle it by themselves. Once more people are calling, they decide to start a call center. They hired some trusted people around Amity and even a few ghosts who want to help. To get around worrying about the ghosts messing with the tech while personally taking a call, they decide to automate the system to record caller’s reports for the employees to listen to, and then send a report back, offering their services to bring the spirit back to the Realms.

It’s been surprisingly lucrative, and Danny hasn’t had to dip into his kingly funds much other than at the start. He still keeps prices low, just enough to not garner suspicions at offering a free service while paying his workers fairly (he doesn’t want to know why some of the ghosts want mortal money). What he’s started having more trouble with is not enough employees to take the calls. Sometimes ghosts lose track of time and don’t show up for their shifts (he doesn’t blame them, time gets weird in the Ghost Zone), and he’s run out of people he trusts who want the job.

Eventually he decides to put out an ad, deciding he’ll slowly trust whoever takes the job with a little more information over time, see how they react, and measure to see if they’re trustworthy.

What he doesn’t think about is how posting it on the website will let more people than just those that live in Amity apply.

Meanwhile, in Gotham, one Cassandra Cain is looking for a job. She doesn’t need the money, B gives her access to way too much, but she wants the experience. She’s at the age she’s heard most kids get a job, and she wants to see what it’s like.

And she quickly found out retail and fast food are NOT for her. She doesn’t think those conditions are fit for anyone, honestly. She’d have to see if she could get Bruce to work on that. But that still leaves her out of a job. She got overwhelmed with a lot of people, so virtual options would probably be best, and something that let her interact with people without having to speak. There weren’t a lot of options out there, and she wasn’t skilled enough with a computer yet to take programming ones.

That’s when she found the listing for the hotline call center. Based in a small Illinois town, but had virtual options, listen to recorded customer calls, diagnose their issue, and send an information packet on potential next steps. It was indirect, could also help her practice her reading, and flexible. It was perfect.

It didn’t take long to hear back after she applied (Danny was freaking out, he didn’t think anyone outside Amity would apply. He’d turn this kid down, but she’d mentioned her difficulties with speaking in her application and SWEETY YOU DONT MENTION STUFF LIKE THAT ON AN APPLICATION. But she said the job would be perfect for her and he just couldn’t…) and she got the job!

Her first day rolls around and she’s given access to the database. A lot has been redacted, but she has descriptions for common problems like mice, carbon monoxide, black mold, etc. she gets her first call recording and carefully reads through the entries before selecting the one that sounds right. She sends it off and waits for the next. The calls come a little too regularly, with too similar intervals between them, so she figures her new employer is testing how well she’s doing (Danny’s giving her previous resolved calls that weren’t anything supernatural. She even got the ants right! He had even gotten that wrong!)

Eventually, her shift ends and she tells her family how well her first day went at dinner. They congratulate her and go on patrol as usual. The next day, things ramp up a little.

She logs into the database at the beginning of her shift and noticed some new entries. She now had access to descriptions of shades, blob ghosts, will o’ wisps, and more minor spirits. She gets a recording reminding her all this info is confidential and that she’s not allowed to share it with anyone. She’s a little confused, but she reads through each just as carefully. The calls come less regularly, so she figures she’s actually connected to the system now (Danny gave her access to the most common ghosts they get calls about and is listening in while he’s handling ghosts to make sure she doesn’t get anything she’s not prepared for).

Her shift ends and over dinner, she mentions that she’s had to diagnose some odd things. They assure her there’s more pests and hazards out there than you’d expect. She doesn’t tell her family about the distraught woman haunted by the Ecto-Echo of her husband’s habit of making her coffee every morning after he passed a few weeks ago. Or the person who had a Shade masquerading as their shadow. Just about one of her caller's cockroach problem.

The next day follows a similar pattern; more entries, slightly more powerful ghosts, reminder that the info she's been given access to is confidential and could get people hurt if it got in the wrong hands, congratulated for her good work, read through carefully and learn signs of each, diagnose calls, before calling it a day (Danny was so proud of her, she'd only confused a blob ghost with a ghost animal once, and it hadn't caused him any trouble when he went to collect them).

She'd used the bat-computer to check up on some of the callers she'd diagnosed, and they seemed to be doing fine. Some had posted about their weird experiences on their social media and how her employer had somehow helped them, but often didn't quite know how (Danny liked to hide his powers, so most of what customers saw was him using ghost tech. When it couldn't be solved with just a quick souping, he had to pull a little ghostly trickery while the customer wasn't watching). She didn't know how her boss was somehow across the world multiple times a day to help clients in different countries, but he seemed to at least be helping people. She started not having any stories she could tell her family at dinner.

At some point, she heard reports that one of the speedsters probably messed with time travel again before clocking into her shift. She had almost all the available entries and had gotten very good at recognizing tricky cases. She answered a recorded call, just like at the beginning of each of her shifts, but this one was a little different. Danny had sent out an announcement to be on the lookout for a specific phenomena that often occurred after shifts in reality, as they were highly dangerous and needed to be dealt with swiftly.

She studied each entry and paused on what she was supposed to keep a careful eye out for. Revenants, corpses that came back to life, often seen shambling around the graveyards they were buried in. Something about that sounded familiar. A section in their entry said the person brought back often had a ghost in the Realms (which she still didn't know what that was) that was in terrible pain from shifts in reality trying to pull them back to their body, but the separation of dimensions preventing them.

Expectedly, she did get a call from someone convinced there was a zombie wandering somewhere along the east coast. She double checked it couldn't be anything else before submitting it and notifying her boss.

Curious, and she knew no one would be in the batcave around this time of day, she brought her laptop with her down to the bat-computer. She found cameras in the area the caller reported, and froze at what she saw. Shambling across an abandoned street was a rotting corpse. It really did look like a zombie. It was covered in dirt, wearing an old-fashioned suit, and had skin sloughing off its bones.

But what Cass could only focus on was how much its movements read that it was in pain. It was suffering in such a horrible way its mindless being didn't even deserve. It was horrible.

Then, there was a flash of green and an area of the cameras were covered in static. The glitched portion somehow read with kindness and pity. It slowly approached the corpse, simple reaching out gently (what was presumably a hand), ignoring the way it lashed out. It suddenly fell, caught and slowly lower to the ground by the strange being she couldn't see. It closed the thing's eyes before carrying it off in the direction the map said a graveyard could be found.

After that, she finished her shift and went to dinner. Her family asked if she was alright, and she only replied it'd been a long day.

She clocked in early the next day and messaged her boss for more information on Revenants. Dinner that night was one of the few times Jason agreed to come by, and if he noticed how she kept glancing at him, he didn't say anything.

A week later, she asked her boss what might happen if a Revenant was exposed to, as it was called in its entry, a "Corrupted Ecto-Spring" ("...an ugly hole in the fabric of reality that connects the world of the living to the Realms. The ectoplasm that leaks through the tear stagnates and festers into toxic pools that kills humans and makes ghosts sick."). Danny requested a video call.

#dpxdc #danny phantom #cassandra cain #i might continue this later but i REALLY need to get back to my homework #got so many ideas but no time and no energy :(#dcxdp

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lunarmoves · 1 year ago

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for evermore

summary: you laugh—loud and carefree—and they have never wished so desperately before to be human. if only to love you for the rest of their life.

pairing: DCA sun/moon/eclipse x reader

mentions: gender neutral reader, possessive (obsessive) behavior, ruminations of a robot, dark thoughts ahead tbh (human mortality, fragility, death), oblivious reader if u squint, non-sexual intimacy, forehead kisses, mentions of blood and gore, moon is glitch'd, sun too tbh but its more subtle, sun's pov is like. sm lighter and then moon's is right out of an mcr song, unreliable narrator

a/n: this fic is inspired by @bamsara's iconic solar lunacy. sun&moon in this are very much deeply, irrevocably in love with u, but! when taken from the reader's pov, u can interpret that as you like! hope yall enjoy my silly little 4 am thoughts LMAO hope they make sense

word count: 2k

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One of the kids has a bit of a crush on you.

It’s cute, really. Sun watches the way little Riley holds out a drawing to you—two stick figures holding hands together in a field of flowers colored lavender and cerulean. It’s clear that it’s supposed to be you and Riley, both of you happy as can be. You smile as you take the drawing, admiring the care Riley put into every stroke of their crayons.

“It’s us!” Riley says proudly, tiny fingers gripping onto your arm that holds the paper. Bright eyes look up eagerly at you for your reaction. “Do you like it?”

“I love it!” you reply with all the care and adoration you can muster into your voice. Your free hand reaches over to smooth down the hair on Riley’s head. “Oh, you’re so talented! Look how cute we are!”

Riley beams, bright and happy, and Sun thinks it’s so wonderful that you’re able to get along well with the kids. He twirls a crayon around in his hand, idly spinning it across metal joints and silicon, then returns to doodling across the paper in front of him. Long limbs have pretzeled their way into sitting at one of the kid’s tables not too far from your own.

“When I grow up,” Riley continues in a steadfast voice, “I’m gonna marry you. And we’ll get a biiiiig house with lotsa puppies! And kitties!”

“Lotsa puppies and kitties, huh?” you ask as you set the drawing down on the table and pull Riley closer so you can set them on your lap. You pinch at their chubby little cheek. “You ready for that much responsibility, squirt?”

Riley nods. Sun rests his chin on his palm, propped up on one of his legs. The hand holding his crayon continues to doodle. “Yeah! We’re gonna feed ‘em, and we’re gonna walk ‘em, and dress ‘em up!”

You hum out a response, but by then Sun is lost in his thoughts. It’s cute, he tells himself again, gaze not really seeing what’s before him as he glances at you and Riley. Humans and their little dreams. Their bonds and their emotions. The freedom they hold within their grasps. Silly, silly humans. Silly, silly, silly.

Sun looks down at his drawing. You and him, standing in front of a little house. Free as can be to live under a bright blue sky with puffy, cotton-candy clouds. He wonders what that is like. To live with someone so closely. Being there when they wake up and when they fall asleep. Seeing them at their highs and their lows. He wonders if that is even feasible, for someone like him. The freedom he dreams about rests just beyond the tips of his artificial fingers. He tilts his head to the side and releases the tight grip he has on his crayon.

Silly robot, he thinks to himself.

Then, he folds up the drawing and stuffs it into his pocket.

The pizzaplex, above all else, is a cold place.

Sun knows its lights are too bright and its colors too jarring at times. It’s something he has grown used to—the only thing he has ever known, really. He is not exposed to much, with how limited his boundaries are and how restrictive the access he has to the internet is. You give him new things to ponder about. You blow away the coldness like it’s nothing. And he thinks the warmth you bring along with you is something he has perhaps always craved, deep inside. Him, modeled after the sun. Ironic, he thinks.

You play around with the children as he tends to a checkout by the door. It’s quick work, it usually is, and he gives his regular old smile to the parents who pick up their kids and press kisses to their scrunched up little faces in greeting.

What a concept—kissing, that is. An action done by humans to express some of their pesky little emotions. He waves away the parents and closes the door, white gaze falling on you as you laugh while you chase a few kids around. The daycare was what introduced him to all the idiosyncrasies humans have—it is the only form of contact he has with people. And it is the only way he really learns about certain things he wouldn’t have known about otherwise.

He thinks back to Riley. He thinks about the rings he sees on humans’ fingers and the terms of endearment they call each other. He watches you spin around and lunge after another giggling kid who squeals and barely evades your grasp. You laugh—loud and carefree—then make eye contact with him for a split second. And Sun feels something strange in his chassis. Something that lights his insides on fire and makes his wires buzz in fervor. Maybe this is the warmth he’s meant to hold—that he is meant to be. His rays do a little spin.

Then Sun does what he does best. He swoops in, snatching you up from the ground and yelling out something-or-other about kidnapping you for his very evil, very nefarious plans. All in a day’s work, at the daycare. You smile up at him—so small, so tiny in his hold—and he thinks he wouldn’t mind seeing it again and again and again.

Moon thinks about the stars often.

He wonders what they look like, if they match the designs that dot his hat and pants. He thinks about you, standing under the night sky. Do you like the stars you see? Do you come to the daycare and compare the artificial ones plastered to the ceiling to the ones you experience every night? Moon doesn’t know if it is enough—if it will ever be enough.

He glides around the daycare on his cable, keeping a watchful eye on the slumbering kids below. You had been subjected to Riley’s grabby hands as they refused to go down without you by their side. So now you lay next to them, idly stroking their hair as they suckle on their thumb and snooze close to your chest.

Trapped now, he’d told you when he saw Riley latched onto your leg earlier. Bedtime for you. And you simply gave him a defeated smile and caved to the whims of the child.

Moon ponders about what that must be like—laying so close to another. Would you be as comfortable with him—with his body made of unyielding metal? Would you let him soothe you to sleep with the music box in his chest chiming out a gentle song that would waft through the air? Or maybe you would prefer another human. Hmm, another.

He remembers the kiss you had pressed to Riley’s forehead at their insistence and his fingers reach up to rub thoughtfully at his own. Pesky little emotions. His red gaze always finds itself trailing back to you, lingering on your form through the rest of naptime. And when the lights flick back on, he thinks that his time with you is always too short for him to bear.

It’s the middle of the night, long after you’ve gone home, and Moon stands in front of an arcade machine that’s turned off. He stares at his reflection in the dark screen, fuzzy red eyes lighting the space up in a hellish glow. One of his hands passes across his mouth smoothly—the sharp teeth that make up his grin. And he thinks back to the parents kissing their children on the cheeks. He thinks about all the ‘sweetheart’s, and the ‘baby’s, and the ‘love’s. He thinks about you.

Moon wonders what it would be like to be human.

To just—feel everything, all the time. To hear his heart pounding in his chest. He doesn’t have a heart—never will—but he wonders what it would be like to have one. He’d give you his heart without batting an eye, he thinks. Would you do the same for him?

He ruminates on what it would be like to hold your hand. To feel the plushness of your skin against the firmness of his metal. To look and see the difference between the two. Unnatural, he frowns. Disconnected. Two puzzle pieces that don’t fit together—not in the way he would like. He doesn’t belong to you and the thought strikes him hard enough to frazzle his wires. He imagines you with someone better suited that can live with you, grow old with you. Someone that is not him—not like him, broken and robotic as he is.

And Moon wonders if this is what it feels like to die. To have the wires ripped from his body and turned into dust. Something nasty festers itself in his hardware, sears through him like a vicious piece of malware.

He stares down at his hands, fingers slim and painted blue. And he sees them doused in ruby red. He wonders what it is like to have it running through tiny, tiny veins. So fragile. He wonders what it is like to hold your skin between his fingers and feel it rip into shreds. His grin tightens and he shakes his head minutely. He looks back up at his reflection and a gleam of purple flashes across his pupils before he seizes it and locks it away.

Eclipse stands in the middle of an empty daycare and watches as you enter through the large, castle doors.

It’s you, you’re here. They missed you so much, you were gone for so long you were gone for so, so long. But you’re here, and you’re safe, and you’re you.

You freeze when you notice them—looking at you with a too wide smile and too sharp teeth. Their head tilts at you and before they can even process their actions, they’ve already taken several long strides up to your form. Because you’re here, with them, so close they can touch you.

You’re looking up at them with an expression they can’t quite decipher. But they know it must be adoration! It has to be, it must be, what else would it be? And they lean down and reach out two of their hands to grasp at your smaller shoulders. They can feel your heart beating through their fingers.

“I love you!” Eclipse chimes out, hunkered down over your smaller figure. Casting you in their deep, deep shadow. And then they curl down to press the gleaming metal of their grin against your forehead. Again and again and again. I love you I love you I love you so much it hurts what are you doing to us don’t you know this hurts? You smile (you’re smiling, right? You have to be!) at them—confused, sincere maybe—your fingers balled into fists. And Eclipse thinks that if they were to dig through their software, through lines and lines of code, they’d find a little version of you there. Infecting them—constantly there with your kindness and your adoration. Their grin twitches, their eyes upturn. “Marry me!”

You say nothing, only look up at them, but that’s okay! That’s okay, it’s okay it’s okay, right? They are bubbling and boiling alive with the fire that runs through their wires. And they have never wished so desperately before to be human. So they can be with you—outside, under the stars, under the sun the real sun—and hold you, and treasure you until the end of time until you both die.

They think about you and them, standing in front of a little house in a field of lavender and cerulean flowers. They think about waking up with you and going to sleep with you. They think about the softness of your skin and the brightness of your smile. The blood in your veins that can so easily spill over their fingers.

And they know they are not human. They know you will grow old and you will inevitably move on—leaving them for a place they cannot reach.

But still, they think, they will love you until the end of your life. And until the end of theirs.

#i cant draw and solar lunacy made me insane so this happened #solar lunacy #dca x reader #fnaf moon x reader #fnaf sun x reader #moon x reader #fnaf sb #running on fumes rn #i can smell colors bro #sun x reader #the daycare attendant #daycare attendant x reader #dca #dca fanfic #fnaf eclipse x reader #fnaf eclipse #eclipse x reader #btw i can take this down if bam wants sdksjfhf no harm no foul

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alexxncl · 2 months ago

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‼️NIGHTBRINGER LESSON 49 SPOILERS‼️

lesson 76 spoilers

gonna be using race and racism as an allegory and an explanation. don't like, don't read

(for context, the other response was something along the lines of "he really cried his eyes out, huh?")

regardless of how much luke has grown and matured, he's still a kid. like, a kid kid. they cry when they're upset, when they're angry, when they're throwing a tantrum, and when theyre confused and/or overwhelmed. i feel like the latter might be the case with luke, which is why i chose the "i'm sure he'll be ok" option

luke was raised with ideals that painted everything in black and white, as good and evil, and as right and wrong. up until his time as an exchange student in the devildom, he was, for lack of better phrasing, undeniably racist and prejudice to all of demonkind because of the way the celestial war was taught to him, because he was taught to think that way during some of the most foundational years of his life

he was thrust into a world that forced him to not only unlearn every harmful and incorrect thing that the people he believed knew best, that knew everything there is to know about the world, but it forced him to realize that everything that was taught to him was built on some sort of lie, that the life he'd been leading and the way he'd been treating the demons he interacted with made him act no better than, if not even worse than, the way that angels believed demonkind acted in their everyday life

with all of this in mind, he understood why the brothers fell and became demons. they disobeyed their father for (imo, not at all) selfish reasons and started an all-out war, costing who knows how many lives. while harsh, the punishment could be seen as justified

but with simeon, it was different. he was someone who disobeyed their father by stealing a ring with the intent of saving not just the celestial realm, but all three realms, and was banished to being mortal. being punished for acting selfless, for risking your life and immortality for the sake of billions doesn't make any sense, right?

and what makes even less sense is that despite his good deeds, despite being on the right side of the war, despite being an overall good person with good moral standing, despite already beinh punished to a life of mortality, simeon still is faced with the same fate as people who committed treason against god himself and cost thousands of angels their lives

imagine how hard it would be for a 10-year-old or 12-year-old to understand and process his entire life and moral code being flipped on its head, still working through and unlearning his negative biases, followed immediately by his big brother/pseudo father figure being faced with an unimaginably harsh punishment for a "crime" that shouldn't even be considered a crime

luke, to me at least, is an example of why it's so so important to teach kids at a young age how to live in and interact with the people and the world around them, whether they're part of a marginalized community or not. it's so easy to fall down the alt-right pipeline given how easily accessible the internet is to young boys, and unlearning the prejudices, biases, racism, sexism, misogyny, etc. that those things can teach you is not only extremely difficult, but a long road to walk down

idk how many people are gonna read this, and i doubt that it's gonna go outside of the obey me community, but i felt like i had to talk about it

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ggswaywardgifrepository · 9 days ago

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Ah. I have now received my first “u mad?” text from my Tr*mper dad.

As much as I wanted to cling to the election being rigged (attempts were made, primarily at the misinformation level imo but anyway) he is proof of how someone like Tr*mp won.

He votes based on what his evangelical pastor says, even if he wrings his hands about it because there is a moral compass inside of him that’s spinning like Sonya’s compass in the 95 Mortal Kombat movie.

The only reason he isn’t an outwardly hostile man about this is that he simply doesn’t have access to the radicalization tools many others fell victim to (or ran to with open arms in a field of daisies spent assault rifle casings). He has no home internet, no computer, no cable package.

I can only imagine how much more horrible he’d be if that was the case.

He’s moping and sad and doesn’t want me to be angry with him for just doing what’s in his heart. Motherfucker, you voted to strip the rights away from everyone who isn’t a rich old white man. That doesn’t start and stop with your queer daughter but it sure as shit includes me.

And I KNOW why, despite his hesitation and regret now, he’ll do the same thing again, should we ever have another election that isn’t just for show. He believes this is destined. That the rapture is imminent and if he’s a good enough Christian he’ll get sucked up in the Jesusnado and too bad for the rest of us unrepentant saps.

At least I can take solace in knowing my mom is likewise ripping him a new asshole. (They have been divorced since 1984; she gives no fucks.)

#us politics #election #voting #politics #rant #idk if it’s a rant but whatever

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nogacheloveka-blog · 4 days ago

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The Bad Sanses somehow ended up in the Backrooms. №15

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This is the translation of the another post from Russian to English. I understand English, but it is very difficult for me to write in English, so I asked chat GPT to help me. I have corrected some parts, but there still may be mistakes.

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Sometimes I notice that I don't spend enough time on all six characters, as I can't come up with a suitable activity or mini-plot for them. For example, poor Horror or Cross, whom I mention so rarely, *sigh*...

This part was half done even before I mentally broke down a bit, and I finished the rest just a today. I don't even remember where I planned to take the plot. So I'll just improvise.

I find it ironic that the story has stalled at a level where the characters are meant to wander for a long time. Here’s the original draft creation date on Tumblr, and here’s the publication date. So, it seems they’ve been wandering for about 7 months?

Thanks to @geno2108

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Killer wagered his body in a card game.

But it didn't have much effect. In the end, he reached for the bottles of alcohol in the mini-bar and managed to convince Dust and Horror to play cards with him. Cross refused but sat nearby, keeping an eye on the group. No one needed any new broken arcade machines. This place had already suffered enough.

Dust and Horror teamed up to win. But they overestimated the Killer: he was drinking shots too heavily and at some point passed out. He fell, knocking over bottles and a plate of snacks.

Well, he’s their prize, and Dust has plenty of colorful gel pens and markers in his pockets.

Cross was worried about what was on his face. It didn't bother him, but he felt foolish. The color wouldn't wash off (it was clearly getting brighter). It was uncomfortable. Was this normal for mushrooms? Some kind of natural dye like turmeric? Could natural dyes be this persistent? Maybe the mushroom had sprouted in the pores of Cross's bones? The swordsman nervously scratched under his eye socket, even though he didn't feel any itch. He had, of course, used Almond Water. But maybe he was only making it worse with the extra moisture?

Cross glanced at Dust. Even though they could use the local internet and had to update their notes less frequently, Cross and Dust continued to keep a notebook during their breaks (the internet was a luxury and not always available at their levels).

Since the day moths began to swirl around Dust, he had become calmer and more confident. Cross noticed that his hands no longer trembled when he wrote. And Dust no longer flinched from accidental touches, allowing them to sit close enough without unnecessary wariness (he had to get used to the feeling of insects on his bones).

Cross ran his hand over his face once more. Maybe not everything here is trying to kill or maim them?

During this time, Nightmare and Error were exploring the arcade machines. The others were useless in this activity, so they watched their games through their fingers. The main thing was to ensure that the mortals didn’t get in the way.

Nightmare didn’t want to be around his gang of kids when they were in a good mood. Error’s company was preferable: a lot of irritation, uncertainty, anger, and mental issues. Nightmare fed off them, and Error could fully concentrate on exploring the code. They both benefited.

Level 25 was a valuable place. Nightmare thought about taking it over and establishing himself there. If he could get the arcade machines to work, he could bring in the Smilers or Skin Stealers to scare away people (with particularly annoying ones, he could deal with them using his gang. Or personally).

It was frustrating that he couldn’t feed off the residents' distress when they realized such a useful place was no longer accessible to them. The liquid negativity was becoming scarcer as they moved forward. This made him feel weak, not like he used to be.

Error felt as if they were being manipulated. As if walls were being put up, forcing them to walk down a single correct path. Fine. Okay. Error would play along. And then he would kill the jester.

The killer dimension was probably clapping its hands happily, because if they found a suitable arcade machine, then—

The World Destroyer would try to fix it.

Is this a joke? Does he look like an idiot wit-h-h a paintbrush?

Let this stupid world create some kind of Behind-the-Scenes Sans and have fun with him.

S0 frus*rating. Destr0y it all t0 h3!!

Suddenly, he stumbled upon an arcade Tamagotchi. It made so little sense that it immediately caught his attention. The arcade led to Level 87, which was poorly explored by humans. Its code turned out to be open and quite simple. (Come on, I invite you.)

The damage to the casing wasn’t too severe — just a couple of broken buttons and a burn mark on the screen that looked like it came from a cigarette. People could fix it themselves if they wanted to.

Once the repairs were done, all that was left was to wait for the others, especially the Killer, who was scrubbing off marker drawings from his skull with vodka.

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The new level greeted them with a boring straight corridor. Then a crossroad of boring straight corridors.

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Then doors appeared.

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Closed, open.

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They led to boring straight corridors.

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From time to time, there were supplies. And corpses.

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And intersections of boring straight corridors.

There was nothing to explore here.

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But then they ran into themselves.

Nightmare belongs to Jokublog Killer belongs to RahafWabas Dust belongs to Ask-DustTale Horror belongs to Sour-Apple-Studios Error belongs to CrayonQueen Cross belongs to JakeiArtwork

#bad sanses #cross sans #dust sans #error sans #horror sans #killer sans #nightmare sans #the backrooms #au #undertale au #bad guys in backrooms #bad sans gang #art #undertale #utmv #level 87

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alpydk · 6 months ago

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Eclipse (Part 8) - "Speak With Dead."

I just want to post part 9 before I move next week, Still expected Tue/Wed depending on the internet here...

Thanks to everyone reading <3

I will be but an illusion. The words rang out to him, and he wished for a moment that Elminster could access the tadpole that wished to share. Words he didn’t remember ever speaking, but with them a deep emotion long since buried stirred in him. A gentle arm wrapped around him, shadows of a time never passed, and Gale considered speaking for a moment before he looked over to see Elminster preparing to leave, another demand sent from their former lover.

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“As you embark upon your journey to reunite with Gale, may the winds of fortune guide your steps, and the wisdom of ages illuminate your way.”

Elminster had genuinely meant the words he’d said as he had left Tav’s home. He was thankful for the outcome, especially as he thought of the day when he had been there ten years ago. Seeing Gale’s face in the glass of the crystal ball had given Elminster a deep sense of relief and though he had instantly wanted to leave to find Gale, he had held back; instead, watching over the young wizard’s condition and how the orb worked. Mystra may not have been willing to aid in Gale’s situation, but Elminster was not so pessimistic when it came to the lives of mortals.

The Shadowlands were as bleak as ever as he stood watching the ethereal tendrils rise from the vines that stretched out before him. He had tracked Gale’s movements and knew in a few short while the party would arrive, their journey now entering one of the most perilous stages they would face.

“Elminster?” Gale’s voice spoke out to him.

Elminster felt as his heart rate quickened. Despite the centuries of adventure, near-death experiences, and even conversations with the gods, hearing the voice of his old mentee brought a sense of nervousness to him. He worried that if he looked to the voice, then maybe the spell would be broken, and his friend would be lost to him again. He breathed deeply before turning around. “Gale, m’boy. It has been some time…”

As much as he wanted to hug his friend, he gripped hold of his emotions, time having aided well in the need for concentration. He stood by as they prepared a small camp where they could discuss matters further with little worry about the darkness of the surrounding lands, and he made up lies of being hungry and weary after travelling, knowing that after this day it would be unlikely that he would see Gale again. For now, all Elminster wished for was to spend some time with the young man whom he had practically raised from a boy.

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“We have indulged your need for food and rest, Elminster. What brings you all the way out here?” Gale spoke in an impatient tone. He had heard nothing from Mystra nor Elminster in the year since the incident with the orb, despite his prayers or messages sent, and now to see his former mentor standing so freely in front of him gave him almost an anger at the fact that he had been ignored for so long.

“You know why Gale. She sent me. You know of whom I speak.”

After all this time, Gale had to hold back from shouting, remembering who it was he was facing. Elminster had never wronged him and now would come with the answers he sought. “Then we must speak alone, away from prying ears, for there is much to discuss.” He gestured to a small area near the camp; silence spells set up and lights protecting them from the curse that burdened each one of them.

“I stand before you bearing tidings of the orb, a matter of great import from the realm of Mystra herself. She knows of your strife with the Absolute, the most insidious of evils, and has sent me here to charge you, Gale, with its destruction.” He spoke with a grave tone conveying his meaning without speaking the words; that the orb was to be the catalyst for their end.

So much time had passed between them both and Gale could not help but be disappointed at the outcome. This was not a matter of forgiveness for his failings, but an ultimatum for continuing to live after acting so recklessly. He understood why Mystra would not aid him in this time; he simply did not deserve to live. The guilt ate away at him like that of the orb and, as Elminster explained the stabilisation of the device; it brought him little comfort.

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Elminster looked over at Gale, resisting placing the comforting palm on his back. “It brings me no pleasure saying this, my friend, but such is Mystra’s will.” He thought over the words that she had given him and bit his tongue at the venom that rose in his throat. Just deal with the problem. It was one thing to make these kinds of commands, but a completely different matter to carry them out and for a moment he considered just giving Gale the truth; of all that had occurred the last ten years of Tav, Lúthien, and Gale’s demise.

He watched as Gale nodded and then seemed lost in thought, the dark eyes closing in acceptance of the magic bestowed upon him, and Elminster longed to say more, to spend more time with his friend and speak as they had so many years before. He heard the ever-present whispers of Mystra calling to him, another potential in need of guiding, another catastrophe to be averted at her bidding, and so he gave his farewell, not knowing if he would ever see Gale alive again.

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Gale had wanted to ask so many questions before Elminster had vanished as quickly as he had arrived, his reasoning being that he had Mystra’s duties to carry out. The young wizard had wanted to ask of his memories, of the year in his tower that now stretched out into nothingness in front of him, of Mystra’s symbol that seemed to have changed without his recollection. Be a moon unto yourself. Words spoken not as Elminster left but under stars; emotions mixed between elation and anticipation, and the knowledge that something close would soon be lost.

Even with the orb stabilised, the thoughts in his mind fractured as if he were losing pieces of himself each day and he truly started to believe that the stress was tearing him apart, that he was going mad and soon would be but a shadow of the man he once was. Astarion’s arm around him very nearly broke him in that moment, as he faced an uncertain future, seeing nothing but his own death lying ahead of him, and also in the distant past.

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You watched as Elminster spoke with him, as the orb was calmed, and a glimmer of relief passed across Gale’s face before again descending into darkness; the gloominess of the surroundings draining on all your hearts. You wondered why neither had spoken of you, why Elminster especially had only talked of the orb and Mystra’s will. The rage that had overcome you was immense as he explained Gale’s fate to him, of the sacrifice that was due to be made and you had to bite your tongue from shouting the sending messages at Elminster for his betrayal to you; for him to utter the words of hope at your reunion, only to then swiftly dash them. Your spells instead would be saved for Gale, to provide him comfort in this time; something Mystra had never and would never give to either of you.

Gale looked so abandoned as Elminster left and you uttered the spell, only to watch as Astarion approached slowly before placing his arm around his friend in solace. You wished it could be you instead, holding your love closely just as you used you. You remembered a time when you were both younger, shortly before Gale had left to be with Mystra, when he had confided his worries to you. He believed he would fail, that even with his natural abilities and talents with the Weave, he still was not good enough. He felt all he could provide Mystra was an act, an illusion of the man he wanted to be for her, and you had watched as the confident mask had cracked momentarily. Holding him had been the only solution you could provide after so many years of preparation for the moment of his departure. There was no turning back for Gale after he had been claimed as her chosen; there was only what she commanded.

As he retired to his tent alone, you watched him as he wrapped himself in his tattered purple robe, trying to find some comfort against the torments of the night. If you had been there, you would have placed an arm around him, whispering words of love; words that you knew could do little other than show that he wasn’t alone. You spoke your first sending spell tentatively, afraid of what the response would be if anything.

“Gale, it’s Tav. I saw what happened and I’m sorry. I didn’t know her plan at all. How she would take you from me.”

He stirred and wrapped the blanket tighter around him and you thought for a moment that he was going to ignore your words; that all you were doing was creating further pain for him in this difficult time.

“Am I going insane? Are you the tadpole devouring my mind? Who are you to say you love me so?”

Your heart broke hearing his voice in this way. He sounded so fragile, and you worried that speaking the next words would only cause more harm, but you only wanted to give him hope, you wanted to help him in a way his friends close by could not. It was a hasty decision, but you wondered if it would work, if fate would be on your side, if Mystra would even allow it.

“I’m real. I’m in Waterdeep. Will go to Baldur’s Gate. I wish you could remember me. We were due to be married. I love you.”

Minutes passed as you watched him, as he closed his eyes, turning away from where your invisible sensor lay. You whispered to yourself out loud, wanting him to turn back to you. “Please Gale… speak to me.”

“Baldur’s Gate. I will aspire to meet you there. You are the shadow of my recent memories, are you not? Under the stars? The library?”

Your heart pounded as you heard the words, the memories you had clung onto in recent days. He remembered you, at least in some small way, even if not completely, and he would try to meet you in person. Maybe on seeing your face, it would all come back to him. Everything would be like the fairy tales you read when you were young; love at first sight, and a reunion so spectacular that the world would disappear around you. Sleep drew you ever closer, but you watched over him as he lay restless in his tent for hours to come. The events of the day weighing heavily on both your hearts.

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Be a moon unto yourself. She believed he spouted such nonsense; words to sway the minds of mortals from their fates, hope that there was little point in providing. Mystra gazed over the moonlit skies above the happy couple and her loyal chosen, sighing at the sight that lay before her.

“We will be wed in the Winter, should Mystra allow it.” Gale’s naïve optimism shone through, and she rolled her eyes in contempt of his actions. To be wed would certainly not happen whilst he was under her, at least not until he was on his way to serving her as Elminster did. Possibly the two young lovers could be married in a few mortal years, providing the young girl survived or even accepted the idea of the relationship once she came to realise that Gale would outlive her considerably.

Elminster had approved of their choice and congratulated them before taking Gale’s hand and leading him away; the moment of their departure having now arrived. Mystra would wait for them before claiming Gale as her own, before making the bright-eyed woman beside him seem like nothing but an illusion when compared to the goddess and the love that only an immortal could provide. Fate was not something which could be broken or bent; it was nothing but the whims of the gods and the games that they played for amusement. Elminster’s words were nothing but the lies he told to lessen the ache of her delivered orders.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 gale #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #bg3 fanfiction #gale bg3 #galemance #eclipse8

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livixbobbiex · 11 months ago

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More on ADHD and acceptance in Percy Jackson

TLDR: Percy Jackson was a formative ADHD representation experience for me, even though I didn't know at the time, and I hope it can be that for others too. Mostly a slightly tmi personal tale, but this has a point I promise.

I was a teenager during that specific sweet spot where internet culture had taken off, but Tiktok wasn't a thing yet. Social media was less algorithm based. This meant that my exposure to ADHD as a concept was somewhat less than what you see nowadays.

Percy Jackson was pretty much the first (and only) exposure I had to ADHD. And because I was around 13 when I first picked it up, I hadn't figured myself out yet, so I didn't have that instant relational experience. What I did relate to, though, was the emotional weight. Percy's narrative voice sucked me in, because even if I didn't understand 'ADHD' fully, I fundamentally got the otherness. The weird sense of just being different from other people. I used to daydream about being whisked away too, that I would get some explanation for why I was Other. So when I read the PJO books, it was a case of deeply understanding that narrative, but not fully knowing why.

I was able to fully pin down that I was probably an ADHDer by 16 or so (more after things like internet quizzes and specific research). And I was only able to actively start the diagnosis process when I was 18.

So when I read the Percy Jackson (and Heroes of Olympus by this point) books again with that context, it was a different experience. It didn't teach me that I was ADHD (I will say, the books don't really focus on that and consistently tie behaviours back to it explicitly). But they don't portray ADHD as a negative thing and that's very important. There is legitimate room for criticism of the 'ADHD superpower narrative' in the early books especially, don't get me wrong, but for my young self this was legitimately so helpful.

What it meant was that for me, my first true experience with ADHD was a sensation of okayness and acceptance. As Percy was told, there's nothing wrong with him, he was just built different, brain tuned to be better at different things. Yeah, the 'mortal' world is difficult to cope with, but that doesn't mean that Percy was somehow wrong or broken. Just... different. Which I suppose is the reason Rick started telling those stories in the first place, too.

That message is what stuck with me super hard, when I could directly apply it to myself. It's a fundamental part of why I have never been afraid of my diagnosis, and why I'm comfortable being super open about it both online and in my day to day life. I genuinely do not think I would be in nearly as good a position in life as I am today, had I not read those books.

So yeah. I'm stoked that the series is back in huge relevance. I absolutely love the way that ADHD has been portrayed so far in the show. In general I think access to information about ADHD nowadays is a net positive, though I do share concerns that there's a tendency to over medicalise/hyperfixate on the condition part of it. So, it does make me happy to get the kind of representation that's far more in the 'you're not broken by being different' lane, because that's something we could frankly all use more of.

#percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #adhd #actually adhd #this turned into a whole self analysis session #But who knows maybe some people will relate #I was also just really into greek mythology #Totally blame pjo for making it into a full blown hyperfixation though

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fireflowersims · 7 months ago

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Pinned post for reasons:

Why make this post

Bunch of reasons. Mostly bc I currently have a lot on my mind

Who are you?

Fire(flower)(sims); a simmer whose most popular posts are about international events for some reason

Full legal name, age, address and credit card details?

Haha no

For which games do you create?

Sims Medieval of course! (just kidding).

No, I create for the Sims 2 and Sims 2 only.

Aren't you part of Sun&Moon?

Yup. I mostly do coding, optimization and localisation stuff.

Why is a simblr posting about politics and news sometimes? I came here for pixel people, not flesh people!

Sometimes rl news and crap just gets ya and you gotta release those emotions. Politics? They're unfortunately pretty inescapable. Also tumblr is often so US-centric, someone has to post about things affecting Europe too.

Why do you have opinions on the Israel/Palestine situation?

Because I think that shutting off people's access to water, food, electricity and medicine and then bombing their housing and killing civilians is a crime against humanity. Not to mention the whole colonization aspect. Also, my grandfather lived through the Dutch winter famine of 1944 and I do not wish the trauma he got from that on anyone.

Why aren't you (more) active?

RL shit. I have a job that takes up a lot of time and energy. Rn my dad has a type of cancer that is both relatively rare, difficult to treat and a high mortality rate to boot, very stressful to say the least. Insert wayyyy more shit besides that.

You're a metalhead? What type of metal? Got any recommendations?

Folk metal, black metal and death metal for the most part atm. But I also listen to other subgenres. Do ask me about cool songs, albums or artists I've been vibing to. I'd love that. (I need distractions)

Folk metal? Black metal? You some nationalist or alt-right wackadoodle?

There are things I like about my country and things I absolutely despise about it. I do not believe anyone's religion or ethnicity makes them inherently superior to others, so no: I'm no nationalist alt-right wackadoodle. If anything, I'd call myself anarchist-leaning. I just got into metal via blackened folk metal, that's all.

Ew politics

Yeah, agreed. Politics ew, yucky stuff

When are you going to be posting sims stuff again?

Difficult to say. When I have time, when I have energy. I do have a whole lot of stuff I want to finish up and post.

Hobbies

Sims, sleeping, cooking, music, travel, doing weird stuff for shits and giggles sometimes

What languages do you speak?

Depends. Dutch natively, Low Saxon ??? (It's complicated), English fluently. German and (EU) Spanish decent enough but fluctuate depending on how often I get to use them.

A bunch of others to various much lower levels. Just bc I can conjugate some verbs, string together a sentence or two or know some words, doesn't mean I can have a conversation or understand anything beyond "hi, yes, thank you, bye"

What do you do irl?

Internet stuff. You're not gonna get anything more specific. It describes it perfectly.

Fandoms?

Wouldn't you like to know

Will this post or your awful theme ever be modified?

Probably and possibly. We'll see

END

#pinned post #fire flower speaks #making a pinned post bc I really don't feel like doing much social media rn

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father-imperator · 11 months ago

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obligatory intro post.

also my user used to be eli-being-silly if you're confused about who i am

hello! i'm eli (if you're a terf i'll bite you)

name - eli

age - 16

pronouns - he/him (kind of apathetic though)

nationality - live in australia, scottish culturally

religion - agnostic ex christian, though i intend to convert to judaism once i'm 18

FANDOMS

like everything. bbc ghosts, sherlock, hell followed with us, the spirit bares its teeth, pjo, magnus chase, the kane chronicles, the magnus archives, malevolent, hozier, will wood, camp here and there, archive 81, the penumbra podcast, it, i am not okay with this, the secret history, the atlas six, if we were villains, dead boy detectives, the band ghost, mortal instruments, atla, etc. i like so many things i can't keep track of them.

DNI

i don't have any strict dnis. this is the internet, i'm posting on it, the general majority of the earth has access to the internet, so i can't expect that no one i don't like will see my posts.

that being said, the block button is my best friend, and please don't let my blog be a place for hateful bullshit.

DISABILITY

this might not be relevant for a lot of blogs, but i do post about disability on here, so i thought i should do a quick summary. i have hEDS, affiliated chronic joint pain, fibromyalgia, localised muscle dystrophy, autism spectrum disorder, pots, and chronic fatigue syndrome, among other things.

AHH. THE FORSAKEN PART: POLITICS

i am a leftist punk. i indiscriminately hate fascism, capitalism, and bigotry, and any and all byproducts.

trans people are facing a genocide in many places throughout the world.

respectability politics is bullshit. if you can support a white skinny cis gay man, but as soon as you see a black fat trans lesbian, or a trans person who doesn't want hrt, or someone who is kinky or a furry, or someone who uses neopronouns, or disabled queer people, or cishet ace men, or people who call themselves faggots or transvestites or transsexuals, your allyship is irrelevant.

palestine must be freed. israel is a fascist, colonialist theocracy. that being said, jewish people have a right to self determination, and i'm fucking sick of people using the ongoing situation to justify antisemitism. hamas is evil, the idf is just as evil but much more dangerous because every major political power sponsors it.

(tl;dr) i hate netanyahu, i also often hate people who hate israel because they think that israel is jewish. they're antisemitic, not decolonialist. just like how decolonisation doesn't mean we have to push every white person out of america, israeli people should not be forced off that land

political and religious zionism are different and people's actual thoughts can't be expressed over a tumblr post, you need three hours, a pot of tea, and two armchairs to properly understand someone's beliefs.

if you're confused, i'm very very happy to talk with you in dms, even if you just want to make some casual conversation :) i love making friends

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vampirelover890 · 4 months ago

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It's that time of year again,

I'm doing the

Writerly Question Tag

thingy...

Thanks to @leahnardo-da-veggie for tagging me

About You

When did you start writing?

I think in about 1st or 2nd grade, I ended up attempting to be cool and famous in my school by writing a stupid comic or something about a cat that gets superpowers. I vividly remember writing an entire 3 page comic about the cat and his evil doppelganger doing a trivia game show to prove which is which.

Are the genres/themes you enjoy reading different from the ones you write?

Little known fact, I love vampires. I love dark fantasy, and everything attached, but I also enjoy Dystopistic SciFi. Really enjoyed the Bladerunner series and ever since, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep has been on my 'to read' list. So maybe sometime soon I do something relayed to the concept of mortality and robots or something.

Is there an author (or just a fellow writer!) you want to emulate, or one to whom you’re often compared?

I don't really try to imitate anyone when it comes to writing, I just kinda let the mind guts spill and whatever comes out I live with. I do me best, I don't want to try to be someone else.

Can you tell me a little about your writing space(s)?

I write laying stomach down on my bunkbed/desk from about 10pm-12am PST. Also on the bus sometimes.

What’s your most effective way to muster up some muse?

Monster, situation, in that order. Vampire, Crazy Person. Werewolf, Imposter Syndrome. Zombie, Janitor. Skeleton, Fight Club. Shapeshifter, Isolation. I'm actively running out of ideas because I can't think of any more cool monsters to write about. Maybe more vampires.

Did the place(s) you grew up in influence the people and places you write about?

Not really? I grew up in the suburbs near a beach, but didn't really go out for the sake of going out all that much, and now we've moved to a place where the nearest town is a 20 minute drive away so I can't go out for the sake of going out. It was definitely the early and fairly unrestricted access to the internet that created the author who spouts nonsense to you today.

Are there any recurring themes in your writing, and if so, do they surprise you at all?

Please refer to the vampirelover890 Blog Description.

Your Characters

Would you please tell me about your current favorite character? (Current WIP, past WIP, never used, etc.)

Easily it's Mirage, The Blue Knight. She started as a stupid joke for a one shot, got translated from sci-fi to fantasy, lost some character elements, gained an actual backstory, I wrote an unused campaign which revolved around her as an antagonist. Some close contenders are Anders Deephall and Jones + Nathaniel MacGee

Which of your characters would you be friends with in real life?

All of the people I write about are horrible and murder on a weekly basis, but I would have to go with Siobhan, just because I imagine she's chill and mellow when she isn't thinking about also eating you.

Which characters would you dislike the most if you met them?

Probably Ava, because she doesn't have any redeeming qualities (I haven't written them yet), she's a murderer, and she's named after a character in Borderlands 3 who I like as a presence on screen, but definitely not my favorite.

Tell me about the process of coming up with your characters?

As outlined previously, I come up with a monster, and then a scenario, but that applies to the story as a whole. When I make a character, I go after personality first and foremost. Ava is naive and overenthusiatic about something she definitely shouldn't be, Prometheus makes sure hes groomed, dressed nicely, and speaks properly because it reflects the way he thinks he deserves to be treated, and Siobhan is socially awkward because she's dead and doesn't entirely get society. I almost never describe a character's physical appearance. This is because I personally think that a picture is worth a thousand words, and so why waste a thousand words trying to describe a picture when you can use them to describe the way a person feels and thinks which is infantismally more complex than how a shirt looks, and gives you a better feeling of the character and their personality.

Do you notice any reoccurring themes/traits in your characters?

Every single character I write is a freak, physically or socially. Anders is a maniac when it comes to learning something he doesn't know, and has no qualms with a letting Monster inhabitants headspace if he gets to know more. Siobhan is socially bereft, she doesn't understand how the construct of society itself is supposed to function, and also is dead and eats people. Ava pulled apart the corpses of the people who loved her to learn how a body works. Mirage has spent the last 100 years living and crying and killing in an abandoned castle in the deep woods of a land declared lost by all factions. Everyone is a freak. Also I once again implore that you read the vampirelover890 Blog Description.

How do you picture your characters?

Anders is an average height guy with brown hair and maybe unkempt sideburns. His defining trait in my mind is the white dress shirt, brown vest, and tie he wears that are tailored for a beast 2 feet taller than him. I see Siobhan as a woman in her mid 20s who's skin has gone gray. She feels like she'd hunch on her mop for support and have awful posture. Those are the only two I feel like describing though, because Mirage has no definite shape, Ava's looks do not matter to me, and I actively avoid Nick's series.

Your Writing

What’s your reason for writing?

I would fucking explode if I didn't. Also I get to elaborate on TTRPG characters without having to worry about scheduling.

Is there a specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating coming from your readers?

Anything. Literally anything. I once got a comment that just said "fucking sick" or something, and it made my entire day. Any sort of interaction be it commenting or likes let's me know I'm not just screaming fruitlessly into an endless abyss where no one can hear me.

How do you want to be thought of by those who read your work?

Goblin who emerges from his cave every 2 weeks to put out, at worst, a mediocre fruit cake.

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

Idk? Originality? I've never heard of an Illegal Necromancer Mecha Skeleton Fighting Ring before, but maybe I'm just not looking hard enough. Or maybe I'm clueless to some big massive story that I'm accidentally ripping off. Or maybe it's my ability to write "I'm" in the same spot, 3 times in a row.

What have you been frequently told your greatest writing strength is by others?

"Fucking awesome" -tashaiseverseeing1.

How do you feel about your own writing?

Other than To Hunt A Vampire, which I have said many times I don't like because it felt rushed and whatnot, I think I'm just fine. I know people who have been driving cars for years and still don't know the difference between Their, There, and They're, so I'm probably alright.

If you were the last person on earth and knew your writing would never be read by another human, would you still write?

If by some miracle I lived long enough to write at all, I would write. Maybe in something that would stand the test of time, so that when the light in my eyes exits stage left, my story may still be felt, or heard, or maybe even read by some distant intelligence.

When you write, are you influenced by what others might enjoy reading, or do you write purely what you enjoy?

I wrote a very long rant about the sanctity of writing and how Jesus died so that humans could sin, but the short answer is that I would not stop loving vampires if I thought that might get more people to read my stories.

That was fun but it took a very long time. There was probably an easier way and I'm just being dense but it is 1:27 am as I write this and I would rather be asleep than contemplate the ways I could have written this better.

I have no one to tag and as such I leave this to an open tag.

Good night

#writing #writers on tumblr #tag game

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raptorfae53 · 7 months ago

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Monster High Reimagined: Ghoulia Yelps character bio/redesign

Ghoulia Yelps (they/ze/zom)

AroAce

Zombie child of the Yelps family (Haitian-Canadian)

Whip smart,pop culture savvy and often very snarky despite being a Ghoul of few words. (Literally, having decayed vocal chords makes communicating verbally in human languages near-impossible) Ghoulia Yelps is widely considered by zom's peers as the go-to for anything tech and fandom related they have trouble understanding,something they as an autistic person are usually very happy to divulge in. Between all this and being the best friend wing-person and number-two of wannabe queen bee cleo de nile,its a wonder ghoulia actually has time for schoolwork,but somehow they always get the best test scores and grades within zeir year.

Likes: video games, comic books,sugary drinks and snacks,making zines and other such doodads and attending conventions and fan events.

Dislikes: being underestimated or infantilized for their disabilities, last minute schedule changes,people handling zom's mobility aids without consent, slow Internet and cleo doing stupid stuff for clout and popularity.

Killer style: 2000s inspired alternative,scene and emo fashion all the way! and on lazy days when there's nothing better to do, ghoulia loves to browse the web looking at stylish new alt items and accessories in the big character hoodie Sloman got for their 15th birthday.

Familiar: Hootsalot, the ghost of an owl. Ghoulias mother works as a veterinarian and Hootsalot was one of her patients,who'd been mortally injured by a car and died despite her and the other vet techs efforts,or at least his body did. His spirit, seemingly appreciating the effort to help imprinted on the vets but with all the trouble that what is essentially a flying cat with the ability to phase through walls can cause in a workplace,the Yelps decided to take him in,and he and Ghoulia have been inseparable since.

Pet Peeve: people underestimating her intelligence purely based on the fact ze only verbally communicates in Zombese. It makes Ghoulia thankful that Monster High offers courses in zombese and ASL,as well as that zom's peers there are willing to take those courses instead of simply infantilize her for zom's disability.

Freaky Flaw: like many of their fellow neurodivergent classmates, ghoulia likes to really focus on doing one thing or interest at a time,keeping to a tight schedule and often being unable to work with last minute changes to plans or something throwing said schedule out of whack. This often jars with the more "drop everything we're now doing X" way zeir best friend cleo does things, and whilst ghoulia knows it's just something that's a part of how ze is,ze really don't like how they're not able to give their best and most focused effort when it does happen.

Spooky Secret: ghoulia has more followers and account activity than cleo on all their social media. Ghoulia having hidden said follow counts on everything out of a fear that if she found out,cleo would do something rash for followers and end up losing or hurting more than simply her dignity and pride because of it…

Dream job: Ghoulia may be very smart and enjoys highschool, but otherwise has little to no interest in a career in anything, preferring instead to earn an income via monetizing their interests, such as through livestreaming, esports competitions or art commissions, or getting a job not involving them at all.

Five Fearsome Facts

Zombies like all undead have mobility issues due to their decaying bodies,and Ghoulia is no different, using an ambulatory wheelchair and cane to aid movement,luckily having an influx of undead students like zem means monster high is readily wheelchair and disability accessible.

Their decayed vocal chords also mean Ghoulia finds speaking english very hard,but zom's far from unwilling to talk and is actually very sociable. Instead, ghoulia communicates using American sign language and written words on a whiteboard as well as using Zombese,a monster-developed conlang designed to be easy on the vocal chords.

Ghoulia is autistic. And who outside of their neurotypical best friends Cleo and Duece and regardless of their wildly different interests tends to get along best with their fellow neurodivergent classmates regardless of interests best. (Although considering the sheer berth of Ghoulias pop culture knowledge theres probably something that they each mutually enjoy and talk together about) Zom primarily stims verbally, making small whistles and mumbling phrases in zombese.

Far from the stereotypical hunger for brains, ghoulia can't function without sugar,with sugary snacks and energy drinks being among zeir favourite snacks when gaming or drawing, and zom just can't survive without caffeine in the morning (often graciously provided by cleo,who in turn claims coffee “calms the nerves”,being seldom seen without a super-sugary latte or frappuccino herself)

As well as playing,reading, and watching a lot of different media,ghoulia often tries their hand at making their own stuff, making zines, animations, and little games using their skill in art and coding. Often giving out physical copies of their work to people during conventions and events ze attend.

Hi again, I'm back with another profile,this time for Ghoulia.

This time around however theres not really much in terms of lore as i generally do like Ghoulias g1 charachterisation, so I just exaggerated it a little,giving her and cleo an almost jeeves and wooster or even wallace and gromit type dynamic (the latter more to do with ghoulias way of communication exemplifying body language and expression if nothing else).

Also as mentioned in Cleo's profile I want all the undead monsters to require some form of mobility aid (what with decomposition and all) and Ghoulia is no exception. Seeing artists like @katetorias ,@alexiseatzbeez ,@jet-apologistmybadhomies and @spookberry 's works with characters like ghoulia needing mobility and speech aids inspiring a lot of the concept seen in this continuity, I know its only a small thing to pay it forward but please go check out their pages because their art,monster high or otherwise,is just brilliant.

Also some non character-related but important stuff regarding this whole fan continuity's near future below:

Unfortunately, since I've had a bunch of other hobbies take up my time recently (most notably drawing as well as stuff like gardening and just going out now that the weather's nice again where I am) the profiles I've started are pretty threadbare compared to the last few who in turn are those of the central cast, who i felt needed there's done first, the thing is with there being sooooo many monster high characters who all have a loyal fanbase I'm finding it hard to pick,so I ask you fellow monster high fans...

Anyways, shares and comments are appreciated and I hope you generally like this post. See you for the next one of these,whenever that is...

#monster high #ghoulia yelps #monster high reimagined

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foma2000info · 5 months ago

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Jimmy Cage: Member of the Black Dragon?

And now, it's time to talk about one of the biggest losers in MK history: Jimmy Cage! 👏

A little introduction for anyone who is sane enough not to care about FOMA's story and characters, Jimmy Cage is one of the two (or three, I'll talk about that later) newcomers of the show. Johnny Cage's brother, who in the series does practically nothing but getting defeated by Kitana.

Some sources claim that he was introduced in the series to replace Johnny because he died in Mortal Kombat: Annihilation and this series is somehow connected to the movies, despite the fact that characters like Ermac, Shang Tsung or Rain are allowed to just appear. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

If you search for him on the internet, you may also find sources claiming that he, unlike his brother, is a villain and a member of the Black Dragon.

I may share more information about this buffoon another day, but today I just want to share sources which confirm these two facts about him.

At first I believed the Black Dragon thing was simply a headcanon popular among the fandom, since I didn't find anything backing it up, and his old bio in the official MK website made him sound like a complete clone character of Johnny (comes from Hollywood, has Sonya and Liu as allies and Shao and Tsung as enemies). Hell, they didn't even bother using a picture of him and instead used one of Johnny from the 95 movie.

Nonetheless, when I searched through the MK: FOMA forum (instructions on how access it in the pinned introduction post), I found some threads discussing the characters in which it is confirmed that he is a member of the Black Dragon, as well as the fact that he was introduced because Johnny died in Annihilation.

Here are some screenshots, from threads which are in the 11th, 12th, 26th and 41th groups of threads of the forum (respectively), which give all the evidence needed:

#mortal kombat #federation of martial arts #Jimmy Cage

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springfallendeer · 2 years ago

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Brothel AU

Also known as the Pimptrap of AU.

5K+ info dump so be prepared if you click the read more, fuckers

FNAF Brothel AU (Pimptrap AU)

Background: Do you really even need a background for this? It’s a shamelessly horny AU in which the Fazbear animatronics have gone a horny route. Because the internet will do what the internet will. I also wanted to make Afton a pimp for a joke.

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Lore: Following the creation of Fazbear, instead of getting into child killing, Afton discovered just how deviant humans tend to get. Faced with the reality that people were weirdly invested in the idea of fucking his animatronics, he set out to design a series of animatronics that could be safely used in that manner.

When these animatronics proved to be more popular and more financially successful than their kid-friendly counterparts, he abandoned the Pizza Plex and Arcade idea entirely in favor of focusing all of his efforts on building a sex-bot empire.

This led to the development of Freddy Phazbear Brothel and Escort Services; an organization built upon the foundation of whoring out specially designed animatronic sex bots.

With this, came the creation of his rabbit mascot/persona: Pimptrap, the Gold painted plush rabbit.

In the many, many years since Phazbear B&E Services was founded, the animatronics have only grown more sophisticated and specialized.

Afton, by all accounts, should be dead. Some say he did die, but that his lust for wealth and success has trapped him in this mortal plane. Who can say. Certainly not the animatronics, who serve him (and service him) dutifully.

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Brothel and Escort Services: As is hinted by the namesake, Phazbear Brothel and Escort services offers Brothel and Escort services! These services can be sexual or nonsexual, and come in a variety of prices.

Phazbear B&E services considers itself to be a classy establishment. As a result, subtle, classy language tends to be used when clients are purchasing an encounter with one of the available animatronics.

Encounters are referred to as “Date nights”, and they come in two basic forms; Intimate(Sexual), and non-intimate(Nonsexual).

To request to use the Brothel, one must ask for an “Indoor” Date night. To request an Escort service, one must ask for an “On the town” Date night.

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The Brothel is treated like a hotel; where rented rooms are provided for the clients to be used for a period of up to 3 hours. Bookings can be placed the day of, but are generally recommended to be placed at least three days in advance to assure that the animatronic of your choice will be available when you arrive.

The rooms provide access to a fully furnished bed, a television (All channels are free), and a bathroom. A single meal will be provided to clients free of charge, so long as they have remained in their room for a minimum of 2 hours. A list of possible meals can be found on the inside of the room door. There are multiple luxuries available in room or at request of staff; but let it be known that these luxuries come with an additional charge, ranging from $10 to $100.

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Escort services allow you to take one of these animatronics off site for whatever purpose you desire. Just like with ordering the Brothel services, once you have a booking, you’re entitled to a period of up to 3 hours with the animatronic in question (Excluding travel time, which the animatronic keeps tabs on and relays to staff). Unlike the Brothel services, you are required to place your booking a minimum of 7 days in advance.

If at any point it is suspected that you seek to do harm to your animatronic Escort, then the animatronic in question is fully authorized to use any means necessary to leave your presence and return to the brothel. If you should somehow succeed in harming or even stealing your animatronic Escort; let it be known that Phazbear B&E services has assured that all of their workers are 100% trackable at all times. Rest assured that you WILL be found and you WILL be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law.

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As a basic rate, Phazbear B&E services offers top quality animatronic companionship for a starting rate of $250 to book a non-intimate Date night, and $350 to book an intimate Date night. Requesting an Indoor or an Out on the town date will not run you any difference in price. However, prices may increase or decrease depending on supply and demand; with more sought after animatronics naturally being more expensive than the others.

Booking certain animatronics, such as (Sundrop,) Moondrop, Twilight, Monty, and Roxy will run an additional (refundable) insurance charge of $100; because these animatronics have been known to injure clients in the act. If this insurance is opted out of, then Phazbear requires clients to sign a waiver decreeing that the client in question forfeits any right to on site medical care, and that any ensuing medical bills will not be paid out by the company.

Additional luxuries that can be charged to rooms include extra food items, lingerie, date aids (such as lube and condoms) and date toys (such as vibrators, chains, and gags). These items are taken note of before and after each booking, and the upcharge that you will be given should these luxuries be used will be written somewhere on the item itself or on its packaging.

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Non-Animatronic Employee benefits: As a human employee of Freddy Phazbear B&E services, you earn yourself a number of fancy benefits!

Competitive™ , weekly pay!

Guaranteed two days off a week.

Consistent scheduling.

Female employees get optional Paid time off (½ general rate of pay) during their monthly bleed (Female employees who continue to work will not be allowed to calibrate the animatronics to prevent unwanted messes).

Free access to kitchen/dining area + 1 free meal a day (2 free meals for employees who live on-site).

Opt-in rented rooms (rent is deducted automatically from weekly paychecks and is exclusively used to cover heating/air conditioning, and is guaranteed to cost more than 25% of your weekly check).

Earn 1 hour sick pay and 1 hour vacation pay per every 24 hours worked!

You get to fuck the animatronics for free (during work hours when calibrating the animatronics)

You get a fun new name! (all non-animatronic employees are specifically to go by an assigned alias while on work grounds, regardless of whether or not they are on the clock).

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Layout: Freddy Phazbear B&E services has been established in the remains of a former hotel! A choice which was made purely to reap the benefits of owning a completely paid off property; as paying an annual property tax proves to be much cheaper than paying monthly rent to some scummy bank.

The building consists of three levels, one of which is underground. The space itself contains over 70 rooms, many of which go unused due to the limited number of animatronics available for use.

There are plans to increase the number of available animatronics, which would in turn lead to more rooms being used, which would in turn lead to additional yearly profits.

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The lower level (aka the bottom floor) is used to both provide housing for Non-animatronic employees and to store the various supplies needed to keep the establishment running. There are multiple rooms found on the bottom floor; many of which act as personal living spaces for Non-Animatronic employees.

These personal living spaces measure approximately 900 Square Feet each. Each of these living spaces contains a bedroom, a bathroom, a small personal cooking space, and a small living room. These employee spaces have access to heating/air conditioning, electricity, and running water. They provide everything that an employee needs to remain comfortable.

The animatronics undergo their most intense maintenance on this floor, as Parts and Services is also kept here.

Every personal room and P&S is completely soundproof, assuring that guests on the upper floor cannot be bothered by anything that takes place beneath their feet.

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The middle level (aka the first floor) is where the majority of the fun happens. The lounge is found on this floor. There is a large kitchen/cafeteria on this floor, where employees and guests are able to enjoy their complimentary meals (or purchase extra meals). All of the guest rooms are found on the first floor of the establishment.

Every guest room measures approximately 300 Square Feet. These guest rooms contain a bed, a television, a small bathroom, a mini-fridge/pantry, and a small closet space. Every guest room is completely soundproof, assuring that visiting guests will not be overheard by or overhear anything that might be taking place anywhere in the building.

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The top level (aka the second floor) is where all of the Animatronics (and Pimptrap) live. The majority of these rooms measure approximately 900 Square feet in space. They consist of a large bedroom/living room, and a small tech area that is used during small scale, routine maintenance.

Each animatronic has a customized bedroom made to suit their taste.

Pimptrap has the largest room in the establishment, with the room measuring approximately 2000 Square Feet in length! The space contains all of the same necessities of the non-animatronic employee rooms, plus all of the other luxuries he’s gone out of the way to purchase for himself. Very, very fancy.

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Characters: (This is not an all inclusive list, but simply explores the animatronics working at Pimptrap’s specific location. There are other locations with completely different animatronics)

You, the reader: You, as the reader, are someone desperate enough to have decided that it would be a good idea to work at the animatronic brothel. The job pays well enough; but you regularly have to have your back blown out by the animatronics for the sake of your work. Your job largely entails cleaning the animatronics after each use, checking their calibration (most often with your body), and attending to any other needs that the animatronics might have.

As part of your job, you live at the brothel; but you are not up for sale when guests come by (an agreement that is thoroughly upheld). You have your own room and have access to all essentials; bathroom, toilet, and food. Your rent is deducted automatically from your weekly paychecks. You can use the kitchen freely and have access to any food in the kitchen free of charge, but will need to pay for anything else that you might want out of pocket.

I will largely be depicting the reader as a female character (or AFAB), but may indulge in a male reader (AMAB) from time to time.

The Alias assigned to the female reader is “Primrose” or “Rose/Rosie” and the Alias assigned to the male reader is “Fern”.

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William Afton (Pimptrap): The founder of Phazbear B&E services and the one in charge. Afton, aka Pimptrap, is almost never seen outside of his trademark golden rabbit costume. Rabbit in this case meaning an actual rabbit costume, and not the “bunny” costume so regularly associated with playboy/playgirl bunnies. He is rarely interacted with directly and will generally communicate through his animatronics; his favorite being “Twilight”, aka Eclipse.

His costume is nothing short of what could be expected of a high-value fursuit. It has internal air conditioning and heating, a fully functional mouth, and an easy access lower area for those bold enough to try and buy a night with him. He wears a gold chain decorated with a charm in the shape of pepperoni pizza, as homage to his humble beginnings. The pepperonis on this golden pizza slice are made of rubies.

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Freddy Phazbear: The better known mascot of Phazbear B&E services. We know him, we love him. If you know what Glamrock Freddy looks like, then you have the idea of what Freddy Phazbear looks like; because there’s only so many ways to improve upon perfection. He’s just Glamrock Freddy, but sluttier.

To give a more realistic design description, Freddy is a bear themed animatronic sex-bot who has largely been designed to cater to a specific male audience, though he has plenty of female fans. His metal workings are wrapped in any easy to clean felt material, making him more pleasant to the touch during the act of sex. For the sake of some modesty, he often wears a red vest and a red speedo. His design could be described as “semi-muscular”, as he has been given a fair amount of muscular definition by design through the use of silicone padding. The inside of his mouth and his tongue are also a strikingly blue color.

He has a docile personality that can often come off as “fatherly”, meaning that he most often draws the attention of troubled individuals in need of a positive male role model type figure. He has been made exclusively as a top/dom, and ergo lacks any orifice that could be used to simulate sex (outside of his mouth). He has a singular penis that can be either pink or blue, depending on the preference of his partner; though arrangements must be made ahead of time if a specific color is desired. By design, he is knotted; the knot will inflate upon orgasm, effectively locking him inside of his partner for an extended period of time.

Freddy easily appeals to those with “praise” and “daddy” kinks. He also largely appeals to “twinks”. Thanks to his knot and his trait of locking into place, it could be argued that he also specializes in cockwarming.

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(Montgomery Gator) Monty: One of the more popular animatronic sex bots of Phazbear B&E services. We know him, we love him. If you know what Montgomery looks like in Security Breach, then you have the idea of what Monty looks like; because he’s just Montgomery, but sluttier.

To give a more realistic design description, Monty is an aligator themed animatronic sex-bot who has largely been designed to cater to a female audience, though he has plenty of male fans. His metal workings are wrapped in any easy to clean material that mimics reptile scales in look and in texture. This makes him more pleasant to the touch during the act of sex, and gives him a natural sparkle. He wears dark green leopard print pants along with purple fingerless gloves. He can also often be seen wearing a pair of star shaped sunglasses. He has been made muscular by design, as he has been given a fair amount of muscular definition through the use of excessive silicone padding.

His personality could be compared to that of a typical rockstar; as that is his preferred persona. He gives off the confidence of a celebrity, and in the process, is prone to making his clients feel special due to the time he spends with them. He openly flirts and can be quite crass, and he is not shy about letting clients know what he wants or is willing to do. He will choke you as he fucks you slowly. He will gag you with his cock. He will chain you, blindfold you, and tease you. He will be dominant, demanding, and attentive all the while. He makes sure his guests always leave exhausted and with a smile on their faces.

Monty is exclusively a dom and he is unwilling to take on any submissive rolls; though he is willing to be docile if the mood takes him. He has two penises and a functional anus, though few have been given the luxury of being able to use it. His penises are equipped with knots, and it is advised that only the most adventurous guests allow him to knot them; as Monty is known to enjoy oviposition. His genitals are pink in color.

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(Roxanne Wolf) Roxy: One of the more popular animatronic sex bots of Phazbear B&E services. We know her, we love her. If you know what Roxanne looks like in Security Breach, then you have the idea of what Roxy looks like; because she’s just Roxanne Wolf, but sluttier.

To give a more realistic design description, Roxy is a wolf themed animatronic that has largely been designed to cater to those who are into alternative girls. She could largely be categorized as a Punk/Goth bad girl. Her metal workings are wrapped in any easy to clean felt material, making her more pleasant to the touch during the act of sex. She wears a dark red crop-top and skimpy red matching shorts, along with a studded dog collar for obvious reasons.

She’s been given some muscle definition through the use of silicone padding, to further play into her role as a “bad girl”. Extra silicone has been applied to her chest region, making her breasts particularly plush and pleasant to squeeze. The inside of her mouth and her tongue are pink, and she has a studded tongue piercing.

She has a tough girl persona that is used to mask her softer, almost motherly self. Roxy takes on a different dynamic depending on her clients; with more aggressive clients getting her “bratty” persona, while the more timid or docile ones get to see her motherly side. So she can either be the bratty bottom who keeps talking back and ergo needs to be disciplined; or she can be the sweet pillow princess who tenderly walks you through your encounter with her.

She has been largely designed to cater to a male audience. She has a fully functional vulva (and anus, for the adventurous sort), but due to her recent popularity with a female audience, she has been given some modifications. Her clitoris has been made into a tentacle-clitoris, meaning that it will grow in length as needed for the sake of additional stimulation for vulva on vulva sex.

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Bonnie Bunny: One of the animatronic sex bots at Phazbear B&E services. He bears a striking resemblance to Pimptrap, if you ignore the fact that he’s an animatronic. And purple. And more pleasant to be around.

To describe Bonnie in detail; he is a literal playboy bunny. He has a sweet, charming personality that tends to appeal to the broader female audience. And male audience. Bonnie is the ultimate example of a bisexual powerhouse. He swings both ways without any signs of preference. He is eager to please and eager to be pleased. A bit flashy, a bit cocky at times, but overall very fun to interact with. He is the animatronic most frequently booked for quality time, as opposed to sex, because he’s just that easy to hang out with.

Visually, Bonnie is a purple bunny animatronic. He has black stripes that run up half of his ears. His metallic body has been padded with an excess of silicone to give him a semi-muscular physique. His body has been covered with an easy to clean felt-like material, which makes him pleasant to the touch. His long ears, in particular, are very pleasant to touch (and he quite likes it). To play into his playboy bunny persona, Bonnie wears a pair of form fitting black shorts. He also wears a black tiara, which matches the black stripes on his ears; creating the illusion that he is wearing a pair of fake bunny ears in addition to his real ears. When he’s feeling particularly Gay™, he’ll put on a pair of black fishnet stockings.

When it comes to sexual encounters, Bonnie is a sort of go with the flow sort of guy, making him a switch. He can be dominant or submissive depending on the needs of his partner. He likes to keep the energy of the room upbeat, so he’s unlikely (but not unwilling) to partake in the darker, more deviant forms of sexual debauchery. He has a singular penis and a functional vulva. His genitals are a pretty pastel purple color, and they glow neon purple under a blacklight.

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Foxy (the Pirate): One of the more popular animatronic sex bots at Phazbear B&E services. He is often treated as the deviant elder brother of Roxy. Even though he’s a Fox. An animatronic. And animatronics can’t really have siblings. Anyways!

To describe Foxy in detail; he is a fox themed animatronic with a primarily dark-red body and a white muzzle/stomach. He has a mane of fiery red hair and a long bushy tail of the same color. Rather than appeal to a specific male or female audience, Foxy has been made to appeal to a particular trait found among many people; a deviant, adventurous trait. Foxy is the only of the animatronics that is known to leave the brothel in order to bring his clients to the brothel. This is all for the sake of playing into his pirate persona. He goes to a predetermined location, abducts his client, and drags them back to the brothel; where he will proceed to do all manner of sexy things to them. Aspects of his play could be considered problematic, but it is all in good fun and he is genuinely fun to interact with.

He plays into his pirate persona quite readily. He makes jokes. He exaggerates his speech. He wears an eye patch over one eye, despite that eye being fully functional. He is even known to remove one of his hands to replace it with a hook, for the sake of further playing into his pirate persona. He knows that what he does can be considered cheesy, and he doesn’t care. All that matters is that he and his clients are able to enjoy themselves. Naturally, the clothing he wears is pirate themed. But specifically “sexy pirate” themed. Because he is an animatronic whore and he’s proud of it.

Foxy is strictly a top/dom. As part of his little act, he forcibly takes his clients and he makes sure they adore every second of it. How rough or how gentle he will be will be pre-discussed, assuring that he has a general idea of how to behave whenever he performs. He has a singular penis, with a knot, and the knot is fully functional. His genitals are fiery in color, displaying a gradient of bright orange (at the tip) to dark red (at the base).

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(Cheeked up) Chica: Another of the animatronic sex bots of Phazbear B&E services. We know her, we love her. If you know what Glamrock Chica looks like in Security Breach, then you have the idea of what Chica looks like; because she’s just Glamrock Chica, but thicc.

To give a more realistic design description, Chica is a Chicken themed animatronic that has largely been designed to cater to those who are into heavy set girls. She is a sweet, affectionate girl with a love for food and socializing. Her metal workings are wrapped in any easy to clean felt material, which has been further decorated with an array of beautiful feathers. The longest of these feathers being atop her head. This makes her pleasant to the touch during the act of sex. She wears a pretty pink tank top with a pair of matching pink shorts, along with fingerless green gloves and leg warmers. Her leg warmers are pink with zebra stripes, and green with leopard spots. Through the use of some extra silicone padding, Chica has been made into a very plush girl. She could be described as pear shaped, with a slimmer upper body but wide hips and large thighs (and a phat ass). Her stomach has likewise been given some extra padding to make it soft and squeezable.

Chica largely appeals to those with an attraction to larger women while also catering to those who may be suffering with body image issues. She finds the beauty in all body shapes and is largely proud of her own unique design. While her actual tastes in sex could be described as vanilla, she’s quite fond of food play and likewise appeals to others who enjoy the use of food during sexual encounters. Particularly those with a feeding/stuffing kink.

She has a fully functional vulva and anus, but is not as well modified as Roxy in terms of her clitoris. She makes up for this lack of special equipment through the use of creativity and toys when she happens to be spending the night with a female partner.

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Sundrop (Sun): One of the more popular animatronic sex bots at Phazbear B&E services. Known as the Daycare Attendant in Security Breath, but given some creative changes to better suit his role as an animatronic whore.

Sun is a humanoid animatronic made to resemble the “Sunman” as well as a jester. He is tall and lanky, given minimal silicone padding to make his body more pleasant to the touch. His body is painted yellow and gold, and his face is decorated with a marking that resembles a crescent moon (as a lingering homage from previous iterations of himself which shared a body with Moondrop). His head is decorated with a series of solar rays, which act as erogenous zones on his body.

He wears a surprising amount of clothing, despite his status as a sex bot. He wears a pair of baggy red pants decorated with yellow stripes. The ruffles around his neck and waist are similarly red with yellow stripes. He has red ribbons around his wrists, which are decorated with gold bells. He also wears a pastel yellow vest with white stripes, which he keeps buttoned up with two red buttons.

Sundrop is classified as a switch with strong sub/bottom tendencies, though he has a secret dark side that is rarely seen, thanks to his connection with Moondrop. By and large, he has an energetic and excitable personality and he is eager to please. He is playful and has a love of games; in or out of the bedroom. He is well known for having a praise kink and for going out of his way to make every encounter enjoyable.

Sun does not have claws (false) or sharp teeth (also false) making him the safest of the celestial animatronics to deal with (partly false). He has a singular penis with a functional vulva but no anus. His genitals are a pastel yellow color and they glow in the dark. As do the various sticky substances that come out of his body.

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Moondrop (Moon): One of the more popular animatronic sex bots at Phazbear B&E services. Known as the Daycare Attendant in Security Breath, but given some creative changes to better suit his role as an animatronic whore.

Moon is a humanoid animatronic made to resemble the “Moon” as well as a jester. He is tall and lanky, given minimal silicone padding to make his body more pleasant to the touch. His body is painted blue and white, and his face is decorated with a marking that resembles a crescent moon, which is largely where his name comes from. To hide his bald head, he wears a nightcap. It is a little known fact that he has four distinct lunar rays that he keeps retracted, as they act as erogenous zones that could be used to make him melt in your hands.

He wears a surprising amount of clothing, despite his status as a sex bot. He wears a pair of baggy blue pants decorated with yellow stars. The ruffles around his neck and waist are red with yellow stripes. He has red ribbons around his wrists, which are decorated with gold bells. He also wears a blue and white vest, which he keeps buttoned up with two blue buttons.

Moondrop is classified as a switch with strong dom/top tendencies, though he has a secret soft side that is rarely seen, thanks to his connection with Sundrop. By and large, he has an energetic and excitable personality and he is eager to play with his guests. He is playful and has a love of games; in or out of the bedroom. He is known to enjoy the concept of power play, and is more prone to treating his partners as pets or as toys than as companions; something which is warned of well ahead of time.

Moon is equipped with claws and sharp teeth, making him capable of doing real bodily harm to his guests in the bedroom. He has sadistic tendencies and the use of a safe word is a must with him, otherwise he may get carried away. He has a singular penis with a functional vulva but no anus. His genitals are a pastel blue color and they glow in the dark. As do the various sticky substances that come out of his body.

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(Twilight) Eclipse: Pimptrap’s favorite animatronic and right hand man, “Twilight”, aka Eclipse, is an animatronic that was made to embody the best traits of Sundrop and Moondrop. He is a stunning animatronic with a body decorated in all the colors of the twilight; a gradient of blue, purple, pink, and orange mark his metallic frame.

He has Sundrop’s solar rays and wears a nightcap just like Moondrop. He wears the standard pants, ruffles, ribbons, and bells as seen on Sundrop and Moondrop. However, his bells are white instead of gold. He does not wear a shirt, but instead wears a vest, which he often leaves conveniently unbuttoned to show off his beautiful chest.

All of his clothing is made of silk, making it pleasant to the touch. His clothes are not decorated with any patterns, but simply portray a gradient of color, generally starting black closer to his body and fading out to a vibrant purple hue.

He has four arms, four eyes, two tongues, and two penises, along with a fully functional vulva. Along with claws and sharp teeth. He is the ultimate switch in bed, able to dominate and able to be dominated. He will praise you. He will degrade you. He will beg for you, or he will make you beg. Whatever you need him to be, he is willing to be it. So long as you’re able to afford him.

As Pimptrap’s right hand man and the largest of the animatronics, Eclipse also doubles as security. He may not always be the first to called in, in the event of an issue, but he will certainly be the one that you don’t want to deal with. Any kindness he might display towards potential guests is abandoned the instant that someone decides to start causing problems.

His dedication is to the well being and security of the other animatronics, and his deeper relationship with Pimptrap is largely difficult to grasp.

#Brothel AU #Pimptrap AU #i accidentally deleted the original post #afsfsfsef

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Candle’s whole exit interview but I wrote it while moving

You’re very welcome

Indigo: Welcome dear listeners my name is [idfk what they said] and I could not be more eager for today’s guest. No one carries a more powerful presence, she’s a voice in the wind that I long to capture even the slightest murmur of. In the darkest of times, she offers all the guiding light. Prepare yourself, mortals, for Inanimate Insanity’s own.. Candle!

Candle: Thank you for the hyper aesthetic introduction, Indigo. You truly set the scene in a manner that could not possibly be broken by any manner of interruption.

Indigo: Thanks? Hmm, that’s awfully specific.

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Candle: And there it is, the return to your carefully crafted atmosphere. Despite the pause, your enthusiasm is already healing the deep wound in my soul.

Indigo: I’m glad to hear it. So, Did you actually feel hurt by this elimination? Cause if-so, it seems like you must’ve held back emotions when you got voted out, even Mephone said you were oddly calm.

Candle: To be honest, I always had sensed my time was drawing near. In fact, I felt as though I was dodging the thralls of time ever since I avoided the elimination in Episode 11. Perhaps I have been running on borrowed time ever since. It was only a matter of time.

Indigo: Oh, so in that case, Do you feel it’s worth staying on Indefinite Island for another chance?

Candle: Oh yes, I will be staying on Indefinite Island. I still feel that I have a purpose here in the game.

Indigo: Fantastic, I’m sure there’s still lots you can do here on the island while you wait, like your aura stand. How do you read auras?

Candle: It’s definitely an art. To put it as simply as I can, I use my third eye chakra to see into the depths of an individual soul. An aura is emitted during this process and the rest flows out naturally. In a sense, it’s communicating with someone as they bear their soul.

Indigo: Ohh! Speaking of which, you’ve had so many great connections out in the game. Do you think you may have made it any farther is Silver Spoon wasn’t a contestant? Or do you think he was helpful in how far you got?

Candle: Who can say? The strings of fate are ever unwinding and intertwining in new ways. I guess it would have just depended upon what type of game I wish to play. I will say this; there was a time I was sure he’d move on like everyone else, but had not. It was.. fascinating.

Indigo: Absolutely. I just want to say that you played a great game! But what is your biggest regret?

Candle: Thank you so much. That really means the world. I suppose it may be how I dealt with Yin-Yang when moving away from the Thinkers or rather, lack thereof, meeting Yin and Yang was definitely a highlight of my journey and I’m so proud of their personal growth. On a separate thought, I wish I would have started to play for myself a little sooner. I was so enthralled with aiding in my teammates’ victories and personal growth, that I may have forgotten about myself for too long. I’ve learned that it’s okay to take time to take care of oneself as well. Healthy body, happy mind, healthy aura, happy life.

Indigo: This question came from a viewer in the middle of an emergency, which is why I saved it until now. Let’s just see here.. Candle? I forgot how to breathe.

Candle: Oh my! Quick, call Dr Fizz!

Indigo: Great idea, I’ll message this listener with your advice long after this interview.

Candle: Praise the Earth Mother

Indigo: Next question. Candle, do you think Silver has any chance of winning the game?

Candle: Yes indeed. He’ll have a one in six chance; who’d have thought?

Indigo: Not me, it’s a steep competition. Did you ever feel threatened by anyone in the game, both strategy-wise and challenge-wise?

Candle: Oh, absolutely! Nickel and Balloon’s baneful friendship made for a formidable alliance, even if Balloon may have been wearing some rose tinted glasses. I’d also say Clover, as her lucky abilities defy the laws of fate and nature altogether. Although, how is one truly to compete with that? She is sweet though.

Indigo: Very sweet indeed. What is your favourite thing to do in your free time?

Candle: This may surprise you, but I do enjoy playing tabletop RPGs. I love creating stories with my friends. My favourite class is warlock.

Indigo: Hm, feels fitting, well with you and your magical abilities. Why is it that when you had swapped bodies with Silver, he couldn’t fly when he put out your flame?

Candle: Oh, Indigo, one cannot learn to fly by pouring water onto oneself.

Indigo: Ahh, of course. Will you teach me how to fly?

Candle: Step one, remove water out of the equation.

Indigo: ..remove water.. also noted. But any insight in general into how your Inner-Flame works?

Candle: Well, ‘works’ implies a sense of ability. As though I’m tapping into some whimsical superpower. However, while the Inner-Flame shares my soul, it carries a mind of its own. That’s why when someone connects to it, they best be wary, lest it consume you. But we’re on pretty nice terms, so we’re fine.

Indigo: Oh.. wow. I’m not quite sure if the flying is quite worth a hassle. Nextly, why is it that you decide to split up Balloon and Nickel? They were fun!

Candle: You mean at the glacier challenge? Well, Silver and I had established ourselves as key players of the Loony-Balloony alliance, as the two who ensured their survival against the Thinkers, the next step was to ensure that we weren’t the lowest on the pecking order. Therefore, poking at the inherently unstable relationship between Balloon and Nickel was our surest bet disrupting their trio with Bot. However, witnessing the aftermath, even I was surprised at how quick their bond was to snap. I sense that if they cannot work this out soon, it will be their downfall.

Indigo: Ooh, spooky. Following all of the craziness in that last vote, do you respect Balloon’s decision for voting for you?

Candle: Yes and no. Yes because he made a strategic choice. Can’t hold it against him if you’re participating in a game like Inanimate Insanity. And no because part of me feels like he may have been swayed into it by a certain someone who is just as strategic.

Indigo: You made plenty of bold strategic decisions as well. How do you feel about the whole villain arc you went through? Did it feel good?

Candle: Goodness! Me, a villain? Was it really that bad of me to want to try and focus on my own needs for once? My teammates had all started to find their own paths, and I felt like I was soon to be left behind. Such as the nature of the game. If being there for myself when I felt lost makes me a villain, then I guess it was an arc for me.

Indigo: I hear you. Speaking of villains, to wrap this up, I’d love to know how it feels to have left Silver Spoon behind. He was very sad to see you were eliminated, not sure if he’s the same.

Candle: Was he now? Interesting. Perhaps we will need to reconnect regarding that.

Indigo: Wonderfully vague as always! Thank you, Candle! Best of luck whenever the rejoin challenge comes along. And to our Inanimate audience, a very special thank you for all of your questions. Curiosity is a powerful thing! Be sure to subscribe to catch the next opportunity to have your question read. This has been Indigo Zircon Rose with IPR, signing off!

#inanimate insanity #ii #candle ii #candle inanimate insanity #i was hyperfixating so bad #silver spoon ii #inanimate insanity invitational

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