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imkinddassus · 1 day ago
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Soooooo
Your thoughts on chapter 4?
I can tell you liked the Catnap and DogDay plushie interaction.
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I love this idiots, don't judge me >:[
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I know people gonna hate for this but chapter 4 really didn't sit right for me, for me it's like a rollercoaster ride, at one point I like it! The visual, the horror elements. BUT THERE'S TO MUCH DAMN MISS POTENTIAL! LIKE LITERALLY!
Spoiler ahead!
I know yarnaby was going to die at one point but looking back at his death, it was hilarious to me and idk why😭, pianosaurs was a waste too. They hype it out like it's some kind of character with worth only to get killed by doey after being introduced. The Omni hand.. whatever that is has the same mechanic as the red and blue hand... Just redesigns I guess.
And don't even get me started with Harley Sawyer.
But out of all that, I love save haven, the vibe is there and the small little critters are just UGHH! Also I fuckin love how they present doey to us, his character is so fleshed out and so amazing in ways I couldn't describe. His death has been the most brutal way the player had ever done- because his story was fleshed out, the player had time to connect with this character and when killing them off would gave a big impact.. ehem pianosaurs.... Anyways that's all I think I can talk about chapter 4, it wasn't peak in my opinion.. but I guess it's alright.
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grvait · 1 month ago
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I don't know why, but I imagine Theodore and Quinn used to get in a fight to each other often when were children, I mean, before became experiments.
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THEO AND QUINN!! RAHH!!
you gave me an idea to draw them 😎 not quite a fight yet but it's about to be.. im also not sure what quinn might look like but my friend suggested blonde hair so i drew that
headcanon time!!!
i dont have many headcanons of quinn yet, but i feel like he might've met theo at the counselors office. they were both called 'troubled' by the staff, so it makes sense for them to be there at the same time. maybe they were enemies but in a friend way, sort of like siblings. though i feel they wouldn't have interacted a lot since theo was pretty non social
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immaculatasknight · 1 year ago
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Canada's invisible Nazis
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shepherds-of-haven · 2 days ago
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wish it was cool and acceptable to write fanfiction of your own work, especially before the original work is actually done 😂
#shepherds of haven#grgurghei bear with me here#but consider a fic where the game keeps resetting but MC retains their memory of every playthrough they've been through before#groundhog day where they just have to keep reliving everything over and over#they start speedrunning trying to find and make The Choice that breaks them out of the cycle#they romance different people--save Prihine but not Caine--go with Tallys and not Trouble--#but nothing works and they keep waking up that day in the Kinley Traders camp#they also never manage to fall out of love with their canon RO#but even then they still miss “the first one”#the one that they went through everything with the first time#when everything was fresh and new and thrilling and they didn't know the next words that would come out of their beloved's mouth every time#they start playing fast and loose with things because they know they'll just be doing the same thing over again soon enough#like yes it sucks when so-and-so dies but they get inured to it because they'll just do it over again when the whole shebang resets#doesn't matter when the hunters all die of sickness we'll just fix that up next time and no one will be the wiser#but then--during what feels like the thirtieth run of the Quiial mission#Chase or Blade or Ayla or whomever acts just a bit different#they say something they haven't said before#they balk at going through the door like they know what's about to happen#and after some weirdness MC and RO realize they *both* remember#they've been separately running through their own groundhog days--reincarnating over and over#and reliving the same missions and variations and pains and deaths while remembering the first run#but now they've suddenly landed *in the same version of the game*#and suddenly the stakes are wayyyy high again lol#am i insane or is this a cool idea#anyway lol i'd call it something like 'variations on a refrain'#spoilers#heavy#alpha build#alpha preview#random
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smilingcritterssafehaven · 4 months ago
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Welcome To Safe Haven AU
For those who are familiar with Saved AU, an ask-blog styled adventure featuring Angel and the smiling critters, i've decided to make a separate blog so that those who still like the more "canon" poppy playtime related stuff i used to do can go somewhere to send their asks and stuffs, while my primary blog is used for Space Riders, Coffee Spies, and Spellcasters.
Please be patient while I set things up
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ana-bananya · 1 month ago
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Support Hope and Haven for Refugees
With the international community turning their backs on Sudan, the responsibility of caring for refugees and IDPs has fallen to community based initiatives. One such group is Hope and Haven for Refugees (formerly Saving AlGeneina).
They have been working tirelessly to support displaced families across Chad and Sudan. Their programs help provide safe shelter, community kitchens, educational opportunities, and life saving medical care at their clinics.
Operating expenses for these programs are costly, especially for the clinics and kitchens. At Hope and Haven's medical field clinic, they treat at least 50 patients a day. They also offer mental health services at their trauma center, where they support children and vicitms of gender based violence. Across Hope and Haven's 4 community kitchens, they feed 1,000 children daily. To feed them, it costs $12,000 a month.
This work cannot be sustained without the help of donors like you. Maybe you don't think your money has much of an impact, but even the smallest amount helps. Just $12 is enough to keep one child fed for an entire month. And even if you can't do $12, your donation will stack with the contributions of others to have a bigger impact.
In Hope and Haven's linktree, you will find their donation links. You can donate through chuffed, gofundme, paypal, or a bank transfer. All the links are right there for you to choose your preferred method. You can also find the links to Hope and Haven's social media accounts, where you can follow them to see the impact of your contributions.
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bloodlinessave · 8 months ago
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Radio: “Hello LA, you're up way past your bed time, aren't you? Hope you've slipped into something comfortable, I know I have. If you're new to town or just new to this whole radio thing, you're listening to The Deb of Night, the only girl who will spend the night with you and leave first thing in the morning, guaranteed. Well, looks like the boards are lighting up! Aren't I the popular one? Lets see, eeny, meeny, miny, moe, who will be the lucky... caller, you've got the first shot at Deb tonight! So who do I have the pleasure of speaking to?…“
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Nothing like a lonely night in your apartment, accompanied only by scratchy radio sounds listening to Deb of Night
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curliiwurlii · 5 hours ago
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I really wish we could save him :(
I'm making a fanfic about saving him and it's barely done lmao
Also my player design!! Grumpy old man I love him so much
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bigmeandragonlady · 4 months ago
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thepro-lifemovement · 2 years ago
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Article link.
A baby was anonymously surrendered at a Safe Haven Baby Box in Kentucky last week, less than two months after the box’s installation.
The Safe Haven Baby Box organization installs monitored, temperature-controlled, alarmed boxes where parents can safely and anonymously surrender a child, per each state’s safe haven law. The boxes are installed in places like fire stations, police stations, or hospitals so that emergency responders can tend to the infant immediately.
Monica Kelsey, founder of the Safe Haven Baby Box organization, held a press conference to discuss the surrender, which happened at the baby box in Bowling Green, Kentucky. She noted that first responders tended to the child within 90 seconds of the baby’s surrender.
“This child was left safely and legally in this baby box so that the baby could be pulled from the other side by the firefighter,” Kelsey said. “The fire department did exactly what they were trained to do, and it worked flawlessly.”
Kelsey also spoke out with a message for the mother and/or father who surrendered the child.
“Thank you for doing what you felt you could for the life of this child,” said Kelsey. “This baby is healthy. This baby is beautiful. This baby is perfect. And the Department of Child Services is now looking for a forever home for this family… If this parent is out there to and they want the resources of counseling or medical care, it is available for you at no cost.”
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eclipsewarrior101 · 2 days ago
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A new idea for a poppy playtime au.
Mercy to Safe Haven
Teaser below
At first the i wanted to destroy everything. All they saw were monsters trying to kill them. They were lifeless, heartless.
But after seeing Safe Haven, after seeing all those tapes, all those files……..
These toys deserved to live. They were kid. Angry, hurt, forced to be monsters by every adult.
Poppy, poppy was supposed to be our friend. But all she had done so far was lead us into danger, tell us to kill kill kill. Betray us twice!!!! They were done listening to her plans for revenge. We were just HER puppet.
So instead of using those explosives the way she wanted. I decided to do what I wanted to.
Save these kids…. Save Safe Haven.
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yuri-is-online · 7 months ago
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Was planning on marrying Shang on my main but... Karish... I looked at his dialogue and this guy... this man is so fucking stupid
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Was? Was he going to jump down the wishing well for the baby?
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demisexualnathanvuornos · 1 month ago
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chronurgy · 1 month ago
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Another inquisition hot take - both Calpernia and Samson should have been present in all playthrough and dealing with them (as corypheus's two main lieutenants) should have been part of the main plot. Potentially shifting the order of their content, the difficulty of their fights, or even the level of content each one got based on the mage/templar choice would have been fine, but they both should've had some level of content and presence in every playthrough
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radioactivepeasant · 1 year ago
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Snippets: Free Day Thursday
Adopted Dadmas: Dadmas versus Haven
The red light was blinking on Jak’s talk-box again. Damas was no fool, he knew that meant someone was spying through the floating comm -- or attempting to. Doubtless, the eavesdropper thought they were being very subtle, keeping silent whenever adults were present. As if they believed Jak would keep their presence a secret. As if they believed he would never tell.
Damas tore a circle of flatbread into pieces and used them to scoop a mixture of cooked peppers onto his plate. He pretended not to notice the talk-box hovering next to Jak’s elbow in a terrible attempt at stealth, instead choosing to engage Daxter in a conversation. He was determined to get the kid apprenticed to the head of the merchant guild one way or another. Daxter had a head for business and trade that Jak, simply put, did not. He nodded along when his friend talked, but privately Damas thought it would do Daxter good to be around adults who could encourage his interests.
Periodically, Jak cast swift glances at his talk-box during the meal. He seemed like he was expecting someone to speak at any moment -- or more like he was expecting orders of some kind. His shoulders were tense, and he was shoveling down food much too quickly, like he thought he wasn't going to have time to finish it.
"Slow down, young one. The shrimp isn't going anywhere, and neither are you," Damas admonished.
Jak didn't slow down much, but he did start chewing a little more thoroughly. Small victories. Still, he looked tired, and on-edge. Had Ashelin or the sage been badgering him again when no one was around?
The initial idea had been to lay a trap. To feign ignorance and bait the spy into speaking aloud, thus forcing Unpleasant Diplomatic Discussions with Haven's motley assortment of would-be leaders. But just now, Damas decided, the health and wellbeing of his son took precedence over strategy. And he still had the element of surprise, anyway.
"Talk-boxes off at the table, Jak," he announced, gesturing directly to the lens watching them, "This is a meal, not a media interview."
The boy flinched and looked guilty. He had no reason to; he'd been open with Damas about the demands for labor since he first returned from Haven. But then, he'd been groomed from such a young age to believe that bad things happened because he didn't work hard enough for his "friends". Perhaps he still feared retaliation for establishing healthy boundaries? Better to confront the issue head-on then, Damas decided.
"If your uninvited watcher has an emergency, they are free to petition me directly," he said, leveling a stern glare at the talk-box. "On their own time, not yours. Come on, switch it off."
Someone made a muffled sound, barely picked up by the talk-box's speaker. It seemed they were not expecting to be so casually acknowledged.
"Jak-!" the watcher tried to protest, but Jak reached for the power button.
"Right. Sorry, Pa."
Once the light had faded from the little camera, Damas nodded, satisfied. He picked up a shallow bowl with tomango in it and held it out to Jak.
"Here. You need the vitamins."
Begrudgingly, Jak took two slices, then a third when Daxter gave him The Look across the table.
The ottsel cleared his throat meaningfully.
"Pal, you gotta get better at telling those people no. They can't hurtcha!"
Jak hunched over his plate, frowning.
"I know," he muttered sullenly. "I- I do know that, okay? They just don't listen!"
Daxter sighed and his ears drooped. "Yeah...I know. Old Greenstuff only hears what he wants to hear. Always has."
With a frustrated groan, Jak rubbed his eyes. "After everything he's done, I shouldn't be having trouble cutting Samos off. Why do I keep going back?!"
"He's familiar," Daxter admitted, and not without a touch of loathing. "He was all we knew for like, our whole lives. I hate him -- I'll always hate him -- but I get being afraid to lose that last connection to Sandover."
"....yeah." Jak winced. "I um...I think you're right. It's just. It's hard."
"I know, pal."
"And he knows I have two artifacts that go with those weird pillars in the forest!" Jak continued, "What do I do when he starts asking why I haven't brought them?"
"You end the call," Damas interrupted firmly, "or you give the line to an older Wastelander. Collecting those relics serves the interests of our people, and our people will be working in teams to locate them."
Perhaps this was Jak’s fight as much as anyone else's -- this Daystar and its coming threat -- but Damas was reluctant to involve him. Wasn't losing one son bad enough? He'd never survive losing a second one!
Besides, even someone as talented at sneaking into hidden places as Jak couldn't infiltrate places locked by the Seal of Mar. Whatever the Grand Council of Haven wanted with the catacombs, it was a matter for Damas to deal with, not the boys.
Jak picked at his tomango slices almost glumly. Whether it was his own struggles with setting boundaries that bothered him, or Damas’s advice for dealing with future calls, no one knew. But Daxter and Damas both knew that Jak wouldn't keep it bottled up for long. Sure enough, after a couple minutes of mangling his food without eating it, Jak finally looked up.
"You didn't tell me you were sending other people to look for the relics I told you about."
It was almost a question and almost a complaint.
"No, I didn't," Damas acknowledged, and sipped his tea. "The topic hadn't come up between us yet. Is there something about it that concerns you?"
Jak had difficulty putting his thoughts into words. He started and stopped three times before muttering, "It's dangerous. What if someone gets hurt and I'm not there?"
"What if someone doesn't get hurt and you're not there?" Damas countered. He leaned an elbow on the table and gestured to himself almost self-deprecatingly. "Age does not grace the Spargan who is careless, nor are many years added to the foolish. Do not worry so much about people who were hunting metalheads for sport before you were even born, son."
"Admittedly," said Daxter, "We're still getting used to the concepts of adults who can actually fight their own battles. Am I complaining? Only when they decide it's "Take Your Ottsel To Work Day". But even I still go into jobs expecting to have to save everyone's butts at some point."
"Justified with the monks." Jak pointed a piece of tomango at his best friend.
"Yeah, justified with Mime Club."
Damas threaded his fingers together under his chin and watched the boys a moment.
"How about this," he offered, "If an artifact is located but not yet retrieved, I will give you the option of participating in the mission. Or, you can wait until everything has been gathered, and we will go to the pillars together."
For a moment, Jak brightened. Then he looked pensive again. "What if there's trouble? I mean. I was never really- I never claimed Haven, but they act like I belonged to them. What if me bringing another nation into their forest makes trouble for Spargus?"
"Hmph. Perhaps it is better to settle this now, rather than engage in hypotheticals."
Damas held out one hand.
"Give me your talk-box."
Jak narrowed his eyes. "What are you going to do?"
"Not your concern."
"Papá...." somehow Jak managed to sound both suspicious and scolding.
Damas remained unmoved. "Hand it over, boy."
Reluctantly, Jak did so. He cringed when the device powered on, and Keira's voice poured out.
"Jak? Are you okay? Daddy came in fussing about someone interfering with- you're not Jak! Where's my friend?!"
By the mortified expression on his son's face, Damas guessed this was the sage's daughter. The childhood friend Jak still sort of had a crush on.
"Tell your father to stop harassing my son," Damas said shortly. "Especially during hours set aside for family meals. Was he raised in a barn? In fact, ask him that for me."
"Pa, no!" Jak hissed, making a futile grab for the talk-box.
"Your son?! Who are you? Who- hey, Daddy, c'mere. You know this guy? He says he's Jak’s dad!" Keira became muffled for a moment, stepping away from her own device to drag her father over. "Why's this guy think you're harassing Jak? We've only called him twice since he left. Right?"
"Insisting he keeps his comm on at all times so that you can all monitor every moment of his day is not an acceptable use of Federation communication lines," Damas cut in. "I shouldn't have to tell you that spying on the nation of Spargus in such a way could be taken as an act of war."
"This-! This is bigger than Haven or the Wastelands!" Samos sounded flustered- even a bit nervous. "Surely you understand the claim destiny has upon Ja-"
Damas made a dismissive sound in his throat, cutting the sage off. "Pah. Destiny. I should think the recent Praxis regime and my own continued existence would be enough to call concepts such as destiny into question. As it stands, my claim on Jak supersedes "destiny" -- or more accurately, you."
"The fate of the planet hangs in the balance!" Samos cried, though somewhat subdued compared to his usual confidence. "Can't you see that?! Don't be so bullheaded, Jak is needed-"
Jak recognized the glint in the king’s eyes as mischief. Daxter looked a little too eager to see where this was going. Jak resisted the urge to cover his face in embarrassment. Why and oh why did Keira have to be the one to answer the line?!
"Oh? Are you planning to challenge me for custody of my son?" Damas bared his teeth in an unfriendly smile. "Please, by all means! The Arena is ready whenever you are."
"Pa!" Jak gripped the sides of his head and stared at the man. "Not in front of Keira!"
"Look, old man-" Damas ignored Daxter's delighted cackle. "This planet will survive through united efforts, not by sitting back and hoping one boy alone will get the job done. Now, if Haven wishes to negotiate a temporary alliance to get this done sooner, there is no one stopping them from requesting a meeting with the Wasteland Federation. In the meantime, the Federation intends to continue preventing the apocalypse with or without your participation."
"You are?" Keira cut in over her father again, sounding genuinely curious. "You mean there's more people who can get into ruins?"
Jak got up and moved to the head of the table. Damas moved the talk-box out of his reach preemptively, but Jak made no move to grab it.
"That's their whole thing, turns out. You know Krew? Yeah, everything he sold you, he bought from Wastelanders. Even the defunct power cells."
The slightly warped image of Keira on the screen flickered as she leaned closer.
"Seriously?! I could've cut out the middleman and just worked with them all this time?! Ughhhhh. Hindsight is 20/20 I guess. You want to show them my research from the palace library?"
Behind her, Samos jumped. "The what?! Keira, the library was destroyed with the rest of the palace!"
"The building collapsed, sure," Keira retorted, "But the data cores are still mostly intact in there. If you don’t mind crawling through some tight places and bringing lots of Scout Flies, it's a cinch to get the files for Vin."
Samos looked apoplectic. "Keira! That's far too dangerous for you!"
His daughter rolled her eyes. "What? Jak and Daxter can do it but I can't? Don't you trust me?"
Damas stifled a chuckle and elbowed Jak. "I like this one," he whispered. "Invite her to Spargus sometime."
Jak wished the floor would swallow him.
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boyybites · 1 year ago
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What'd they'd go to prison for? Wrong answers only.
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