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itsgirlcraft · 7 days ago

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Okie dokie mfs hereeee comes the TR weirdcore au!! >:3

This was posted on yt originally, btw.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: blood, unsettling imagery, unreality, paranoia, eyes/mouths where they shouldn't be, body horror

@its-indigos feels like your vibe ngl

Have fun!!! :D

First off, Sabre (thruout series) and a Yellow Steve, then Twisted Rainbow and The Great One:

Next up we've got: Elite/Shadow, M, and Assistant Steve

And finally there's The First Curse, Hypno, and Prof. Red!

I love violence and murder /lh

Shoutout to Ena's Dreamcore Picrew, which is now sadly gone, for the designs! Miss you </3

Sooo- we've got Assistant, Sabre, and Hypno as TV heads, Shadow/Elite as a scribble head/abstract head, M and the Yellow Steve as flower heads, TFC and Twisted as lollipop heads, and Prof. Red and TGO as eye heads.

Idk if that's what you call that but whatever. I had fun with the symbolism :D

Okok so let's just get into the AU first- I'll explain the designs along the way ig-

The AU starts off with the ladybug duo arriving in a weirdcore version of their universe, having changed with it. Since the actual picrew's outfits didn't have hands, they don't have visible hands either. They also notice their outfits are completely different yet slightly emulate their original outfits still. Pretty much everything about their actual appearance is the picrew design entirely, and they notice this.

Later on, eyes appear in the centers of M's roses. At first, Shadow takes on the first design - headless, with an abstract rectangle with question marks around it. Later on, once he recognizes his identity as Sabre's shadow, he has the scribble head with a single eye.

They travel into the core/lab, which has transformed into an ever-changing abandoned building. It is made up of many, many weirdcore and edited real-world images, constantly shifting. At first, it has no door and directly leads into the core, where they find Assistant's strangely non-mechanical body laying in a pool of blood. The inside of the core looks more like an abandoned house than a labratory or anything like it's canon appearance.

M tries to pick up the broken machine, but Assistant begins to glitch...physically, clipping through the ground, spazzing out, like you'd see happen to an npc. Shadow is wary, warning M not to touch them. At first, he listens. But concern for both his uncle and the robot brings him to grab them protectively, just as they glitch again...

M's and Assistant's heads swap, leaving M catatonic and Prof. Red awake. Shadow was about to attack, or run, he wasn't sure what, but he remembered that this machine mattered a lot to M. And if this machine has a sentience, he's going to get answers, whatever this...thing is that's swapped heads with the poor apprentice.

Prof. Red, still without a voice, manages to get Shadow to explain. He tries his best, explaining that M tried to help Assistant and that the whole world had become strange. Unable to communicate much, Prof. Red had to turn to using the blood on the ground to write on the wall. Shadow asked him, "who are you, and why does M care for you so much?" The half-dead scientist responded, "uncle of M."

Things started to click for Shadow at last, but he still had so many more questions. But he knew the one he wanted to ask. "If the world were normal, I'd be able to see that you, too, are a Red Steve, since you and M are related. If the world were normal, the robot's head could just be taken off.. But things aren't normal anymore. I don't know why you're... apparently inside that robot, or how long. But if you're willing to, can you try taking that robot's head off? I don't want to lose him..." Prof. Red nodded, knowing what may happen to him if this just reverses the head swap. The glitch intensified as Prof. Red held M, still trapped in Assistant's body. And once again, trapped in his own creation.

M woke up, disoriented, the pain in his neck vanishing. His eyes opened up, only to see the fallen body of Assistant Steve holding him, completely unresponsive. M rushed to stand up, and looked to Shadow, and then to the words written in blood. "Your uncle is in there. He returned to...whatever this fate is, for you.." Shadow said, nervously looking at what once was a machine. The glitching started almost as soon as he'd spoken.

M jumped, not wanting to go through..that again. M was uncertain what to do now, unwilling to leave his uncle behind, but unsure how to save him without sacrificing himself. Shadow convinced him to look for help or resources, since clearly Prof. Red didn't want M sacrificing himself for him, and M reluctantly left the core with Shadow.

In the ruins and dying forest, things are still strange. Above the duo, the sky is lined with eyes and symbols and patterns. Some patterns hurt to look at, too bright and yet somehow alluring to stare up at. They moved quickly into the shade of the trees that still had leaves, avoiding the sky as much as possible. The trees had strange eyes in their knots and in the dark spaces between leaves, but things felt a little safer when unexposed to the sky. The grass and dirt squished strangely beneath their feet, not unlike flesh or rubber. Something... different.

They kept moving. Looking. Trying to ignore the questions that came with every step. But then they saw a strange glow coming from between the trees, and an all too familiar voice with it... Sabre. Neither were prepared to face him, whatever he'd become. But what arrived was not the vengeful man he'd been before. (They're all more or less from the beginning of the last episode, forgot to mention that.)

Sabre wore a long sleeved, white shirt with a collar, and where his head should've been was a broken TV with a deep red heart on it, casting a strong glow against the forest around him. But most notable was his fear. He was just as scared as them. He was from the past, before this world had wronged him. Before Shadow had hurt him.

Shadow wasn't sure if he should be relieved or terrified, but he certainly felt both. As was M. Sabre didn't know where he was, but he knew this world wasn't normal. He didn't know normal, but he knew this...wasn't right. He knew he shouldn't be casting a glow on anything he looks at, he knows trees and skies don't have eyes.

But all he wanted was to find a person. Anyone at all. A tree with eyes is not a person. They didn't respond to his cries of loneliness. He saw the duo and couldn't tell if they, like so much else, were unresponsive and silent. Objects. But when he finally saw M had eyes that looked back at him, he knew they were real. "Hello?"

Silence.

Maybe he was wrong.

"Hello? Are you...okay?"

"I knew it! I knew you were real!!" Sabre was so excited to finally find someone out here that he completely disregarded the question. He started running towards them, the heart beating against the cracked monitor. And then stopped, realizing they flinched as he grew near. "...sorry. I got excited.."

"...it's alright."

Sabre noticed the one lacking a head at all was the one speaking, while the rose-headed one simply watched. It didn't scare him. Being alone scared him.

"Sorry if I scared you, I've been wandering around here for so long..I was starting to think I was completely alone." Shadow noticed Sabre's heart glitch, just like Assistant, when he mentioned being alone.

"I get it. We've been looking around...found things we didn't want to see. I wasn't sure what was out here."

"Oh? What kind of- wait yeah right I shouldn't ask..." he looked up at the sky, illuminating the treetops. "This place doesn't really make sense.."

"It really doesn't, even our clothes are different, it's so small but so obvious."

Sabre looked at his own outfit.

"Oh, that's what it is! Something kept feeling strange, I couldn't put my finger on it. ...And that everything glows when I look at it. Do you know why that's happening?"

"Oh, your head is uh..mechanical? It has a glowing screen."

"Wait, mechanical?" He reached up to touch his face. "Wha..it's totally flat..?" The heart glitched to an eye. "This..doesn't feel right..." The eye kept glancing around quickly, trying to understand what was happening. "Can you..describe it?" Fear was settling into his voice.

Shadow glanced to M. M pushed him as if to say, "this is your mess, now clean it up!" Shadow looked back to Sabre. "You have a black box with rounded edges, the screen has cracked glass. Beneath the screen, there's several dials and buttons. The screen shows a de-saturated green background. Originally it had a deep red heart on it, but when you got scared, it changed to an eye quickly glancing around." The green background temporarily shifted to monochrome static, before Sabre let his hands down. It returned to green, and, eventually, the heart.

"...thanks. That..makes me feel a little better. It's hard to find anywhere to see yourself properly. It's all weird and broken.."

"..yeah it is. Are you.. okay?"

"...I don't know. I'm just happy to find someone else out here."

"..."

"...What's your name? I'm Sabre..."

"Uh. I'm.. This is M. I'm...Elite."

"Oh, okay. Nice to meet you two."

Shadow kept thinking about the glitch. If it happened to Sabre, but he kept standing, then... No, there's no way that'd work. But if it did.. He wasn't sure if Sabre would agree, much less actually do it once he got to the core. But Shadow kept wondering. Finally, he asked.

"I know we've just met, but the way your heart changed to the eye...it reminds me of something we saw earlier, when M tried to help someone. We found this robot completely unconscious, and M tried to lift them, but then they glitched. Their body just...went out of wack. And when M tried to help again, they glitched while he was holding them, and the two..swapped heads?"

"What?"

"I don't know. But there was someone inside the robot, M's uncle. He tried helping M, but he swapped back and fell unconscious again. I don't know if it'd work, but it seems your screen glitches the same way and you're okay still... Maybe there's hope..?"

"Oh... so M's uncle is trapped in a robot? And it attached..itself to M when he tried helping them?"

"Yeah, pretty much.."

M looked excited but concerned.

"I wanna help. I don't really know what you want me to do, but sure. Helping someone is always important to me!" Sabre's heart beat stronger against the glass.

M nodded, still wondering if this was a good idea.

"..M thanks you. Are you sure you want to try this? The whole...swapping heads thing was terrifying, just from an outside perspective. And I should probably mention, the robot was laying in a pool of blood..."

"Blood?" Sabre gulped. "Well...I'll still try. I don't like blood. But things are so weird around here...it's practically worse than blood."

The trio went back to the core, but the interior changed. Now it had its elevator back, creaky and rusty, but working. A single light flickered menacingly inside. "This is...different?"

"What?"

"There was no door here, and it led straight into like..an abandoned house? But now there's an elevator here..?" Shadow contemplated whether they should do this or not. He looked to M, and remembered why they're doing this. "We can still try if you want, Sabre."

"Sure. I wasn't here before, so...I don't know what to expect."

They rode the elevator down. Its familiar mechanical screech was not comforting to M. It only reminded him of an echo of the past. Cold air flowed in from the core room. The red mass glowed strangely dim, its light barely touching the walls of the massive room.

"Where to..?" Sabre piped up first.

"Uh..to the right I think. M knows this place well.." Shadow looked up towards the walls around the elevator, recalling the fight he had with Sabre. He swore he could still see the green glow of the hole Sabre punched him through..

They followed M to where Assistant was usually held. Within the labratory room, the telltale blood could be seen even from the hallway. The robot was slightly more mechanical now. The orange long sleeve shirt was replaced with a short sleeved version, revealing rusted metal plating with peeling orange paint. Their jeans were now ripped, revealing pistons and torn wires in their knees.

"O..Oh...this is what you meant. I see..." Sabre tried to contain his nervousness, but seeing the ruined robot and room sent shivers up his spine.

M was the first to walk in. He knelt by Assistant, noticing the bloody words of his uncle still on the wall. The glitch revealed itself again. Sabre jumped, but stayed silent. It stopped just as suddenly as it'd started.

Sabre walked up to M. "Should I try just lifting them or try taking...off...the..head..?" He mumbled.

"Sorry, M can't speak. His voice is gone somehow..."

"Oh. Uh..nod once if lifting, twice if taking off the head."

He nodded once.

"Okay..well, uh, stand back just in case."

Sabre took a deep breath, waiting for the body to stop glitching. He picked up Assistant by the shoulders, setting them down away from the blood. He let them glitch again. He picked them up again with ease, and stood there, practically hugging them.

Waiting.

They glitched together.

Sabre held his breath.

Nothing happened.

"Oh thank God you're okay-" Shadow started, before Sabre looked at M. M nodded twice.

Sabre set Assistant down, and held their head with two hands. He tugged on it. Glitched. Again. He could feel a liquid dripping on his hands. He looked to M. M nodded. He tried again. On the third try, the TV flung off, making Sabre fall backwards. It wasn't just blood, but oil on his hands. It had splattered on the ground and walls around him. He dropped the TV carefully, disgusted, and looked up to Assistant. A single large, red eye opened where the TV once was.

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duckapus · 10 months ago

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Incorrect Quotes (ssenmodnaR Edition)

Now that it's been a while since "It's Gotta Be Perfect," SMG4's once again feeling comfortable with the idea of being more ambitious with his videos. Thankfully he has learned his lesson and won't be striving for perfection, and he also won't be trying to go it alone. Instead, he's taking inspiration from the man he was designed as a self-insert of and putting together a production crew (of actual employees, not enslaved Toads. That's another low point he doesn't want to go back to.

Next up on the applicant list is Baljeet, for some reason, who's been asked to put together a meme compilation as a test of his editing skills.

"Alright kid, show me what you got."

"Of course," he moves to hit the play button, but pauses to add, "I should warn you, however, that it is a bit... strange, at certain points." He hits the button before 4 can ask what he means.

ssenmodnarssenmodnarssenmodnarssenmodnar

FM: *gestures incredulously at a car* Who parked their car...

*the view shifts slightly to reveal a jpeg of a BLT under one of the tires*

FM: On my sandwich!?

Steve: I did!

FM: *gets so angry he explodes into a coin*

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*MarioMario54321 and Tari face each other on a version of final destination, with MM wearing a Duel Disk and Clench transformed to fulfil the functions of one*

MM: You ready?

Tari: *grins* Born ready.

MM: Well then... *starts using the Yu-Gi-Oh! intro Yami voiceclip* It's Time to D-D, DD-D-DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD *D-ing continues as he starts spazzing out*

Tari:

Clench: 'da fuk?

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Elanore: *runs around in an office building, throwing raisins around like confetti* RAISINS! RAISINS! THEY USED TO BE GRAPES!

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Meggy: *wandering through what's clearly a Zelda dungeon for some reason*

Random Evil Wizard Dude: *appears from the shadows, pointing menacingly with a staff* Stop right where you are, Maddy.

Meggy: *gasps* How did you almost know my name?

Wizard Dude: I have approximate knowledge of many things.

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Desmond: *sitting on a bench, minding his own business*

Franky: *rises up behind him* I can smell you.

Desmond: *jumps up in shock while yelling in Homer Simpson's voice*

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MM: DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

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Perry: *assumes a fighting stance in the middle of a warehouse while Doof does an evil laugh off-screen*

Doof: You are too late, Perry the Platypus! I am now... *drives on-screen in a forklift* FORKLIFT CERTIFIED!

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*this would work better in a visual format, just picture Paige doing the same actions as the music video while Crabcake keeps showing up in the areas they point out in funny poses*

Paige: Now everything smells like salmon!

My shirts!

My couch!

My sheets!

If I had a couple more square feet,

I imagine this would not happen!

Everything smells like salmon!

Straight-up salmon.

Smell it from the bed to the door,

when you're living in a space that's not much more than a cabin,

well sometimes this happens

Everything smells like salmon.

FUCK IT UP ANDI!

Andi: *epic keyboard solo*

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Avatar Kirby: *reenacting Speed of Kirb...through the Showgrounds, while the SMGs watch him through the coffee shop's window with resigned annoyance*

SMG3: I'm not helping him if he pisses off Marty.

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*back at the Yu-Gi-Oh! duel, Tari and Clench have resorted to playing against each-other while they wait for MM to hopefully pull himself together*

Clench: ...Well this sucks.

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*The Abyss and Juliano are in the middle of a fancy restaurant...for some reason*

The Abyss: I poisoned one of our glasses, but I can't remember which.

Juliano: The way this dinner is going I hope it's mine.

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Mario: Fuck you, Baltimore!

Bob: If you're dumb enough to buy a new car this weekend,

Mario: You're a big enough schmuck to come to Big Bill Hells Cars!

Bob: Bad deals!

Mario: Cars that break down!

Bob: Thieves!

Mario: If you think you're gonna find a bargain at Big Bill's,

Bob: You can kiss my ass!

Mario: It's our belief that you're such a stupid motherfucker-

Bob: You'll fall for this bullshit!

Mario: Guaranteed!

Bob: If you find a better deal,

Mario: Shove it up your ugly ass!

Bob: You heard us right!

Mario: Shove it up your ugly ass.

Bob: Bring your trade!

Mario: Bring your title!

Bob: Bring your wife!

Mario: We'll fuck her!

Bob: That's right! We'll fuck your wife!

Mario: Because at Big Bill Hells,

Bob: You're fucked six ways from Sunday!

Mario: Take a hike!

Bob: To Big Bill Hells!

Mario: Home of Challenge Pissing!

Bob: That's right!

Mario: CHALLENGE PISSING!

Bob: How does it work?

Mario: If you can piss six feet in the air straight up-

Bob: -and not get wet-

Mario: You get no down payment!

Bob: Don't wait! Don't delay,

Mario: Don't fuck with us, or we'll rip your nuts off!

Bob: Only at Big Bill Hells!

Mario: The only dealer that tells you to FUCK OFF!

Bob: Hurry up, asshole!

Mario: This event ends the minute after you write us a check!

Bob: And it better not bounce or you're a dead motherfucker!

Mario: Go to hell!

Bob: Big Bill Hells Cars!

Mario: Baltimore's filthiest,

Bob: And exclusive home to the meanest sons of bitches in the state of Maryland!

Mario: Guaranteed!

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*several robed figures stand in a circle around a chained up Teletubby*

Robed figures: Chanting in unison, chanting in unison, chanting in unison... (yes, they are actually chanting the words "chanting in unison" in unison. it's even an actual voice clip from the Adventures of Jimmy Neutron: Boy Genius.)

Luigi: *opens a door to whatever room these guys are in, sees what's happening, and swiftly backs out the way he came*

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Hex: *dancing to Buck Bumble's theme music*

fucking Jerry the Goomba kid: Buck Bumble sucks, ya dumbass!

Hex: *the music stops with a record scratch and she slowly turns her head to look at him with a vacant expression*

A Few Seconds Later

Hex: *back to dancing, now with Jerry's burning corpse off to the side*

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MM: DDDDDD-DUEL! *finally done, he looks up to see that Tari got tired of waiting and left* Ah, crap.

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"...The hell was that?"

"That is what I said! Oh sure, give all the weird stuff to Baljeet! It definitely will not make no sense without context! I do not think some of them are even from our universe, and I am not sure how that is even possible!"

"Well...it's at least well-edited? Might work as part of a "Ssenmodnar" video or something, we haven't had one of those in a while. I'll, uh, I'll get back to you later, alright?"

After he leaves, Baljeet sighs and looks back at the monitor, "I need better clips."

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rjalker · 1 year ago

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Timestamps for Flashing lights and stuff in the 2007 Flatland Film, which you can watch on youtube for free.

The creator, Ladd Ehlinger is a virulently racist and misogynistic conservative who thinks feeding school kids is the same thing as slavery.

Please copy and paste these or share this to other websites, or even just make it a new post on your own blog. I don't need credit. I just want people to not have seizures or get headaches or motion sickness.

26:23-26:31 has his brain flashing and shaking as the camera zooms in on his neurons with dial-up noises playing until

27:20-32:10 a white light strobes across the screen starting at 15 seconds apart, then strobing when the king of Lineland demands A. Square prove what he's saying. All the while the people of Lineland light up whenever they speak. This scene ends with A. Square being peirced through the eye by the King of Lineland, and spinning rapidly until he wakes up in bed with his kids yelling.

38:10-16 has A. Square zipping through the marketplace so the talls go by in a blurry flash at the top and bottom of the screen.

46:09-46:25 The camera starts rapidly spinning to follow President Circle as he spins.

50:37-50:50 the camera spins and A. Square flashes white as A. Sphere pokes in repeatedly in the stomach from the 3rd Dimension. A Square is screaming during this.

51:19-51:52 The camera spins and flashes rapdily as A. Square is lifted out of Flatland.

58:49-58:52: The camera spins along with A Sphere a he leave Flatland again

59:16-59:20 The camera spins again

1:02:26-1:38:07 The camera spins as they come in to land at Messiah Incorporated

1:03:50-1:04:25 the camera spins again

1:04:33-1:11:45 The lights flicker irregularly throughout and flash as the desk shakes while A. Sphere types. The room also spins after 1:06-something.

1:06:10-1:06:13 light strobe as A Sphere takes flash photos of A Square

1:11:55-1:13:28 The camera spins as other characters enter enter the room, then as they descend in the elevator. Lights then flash as they fly and enter the room with flash photography.

1:13:28-1:19:15 Constant flahing light from endless flash photogragy at all time, plus the camera pinning. A. Square becomes incresingly more sicker from the force of gravity and falls over.

1:19:22-1:19:45 We zoom in on A. Square's spinning and glitching eye as the background swirls and spins.

1:20:40-1:21:46 Red lights flash as ships fire on eachother in the sky with lazers.

1:21:46 The screen flashes white as a bomb is dropped, and we see A Sphere's insides against the white background.

1:22:28-1:25:44 More flashing red and green lights as ships fire on eachother, then an explosion, and the screen begins to shake violently with more lights flashing. We see A Sphere's car, with a message highlighted on the screen, "A Sphere is dead! Denial. Anger. Bargaining. Depression. No acceptance. Revenge"

1:25:44-1:27:08 A Square glitches as he falls back to Flatland, then falls through and into streams of white mathmatical equations falling past. The music gets louder than is necessary.

1:31:49-1:32:07 One of A Sphere's eyes pops out and the camera starts to spin.

1:34:24-1:34:47 The camera spazzes out and swirls around absurdly fast as A Square's wife roars to knock out all the guards.

1:35:38-1:36:01 The screen shakes as a smaller bomb goes off, then triangles in flashing colors stream past.

___

Edit August 20 2024: Ladd Ehlinger, the creator of the 2007 Flatland film, is disgustingly fucking racist and misogynistic. He is literally a proud conservative.

He made a political ad in 2011 that's literally so blatantly racist and misogynistic that youtube has literally restricted it so you literally cannot share the link outside of youtube.

Because it's that blatantly fucking bigoted. I wish I could say I'm shocked but considering how terribly the 2007 film handles the themes of the original novel, I'm not surprised in the least.

The ad literally has Black men chanting, "give me your cash bitch so we can shoot up the street", while a white woman, with the face of the politician the add is against photoshopped over her, pole dances as a sex worker

He runs a tumblr account so make sure you block him. His username is filmladd.

He's literally a racist misogynistic conservative.

For the love of all that's holy everyone please stop promoting this film immediately and make sure people are aware of exactly what kind of person produced it.

#Rjalker watches Flatland #Rjalker watches Flatland 2007 #Flatland 2007 #Flatland #Epilepsy #photosensitivity #ect

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eldritch-spouse · 1 year ago

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ah fuck I didn't put my age on the ding dang arts I sent in. I'm 29 years old! i don't need this ask answered, just wanted to make sure I followed the rules for sending in artworks, albeit a bit too late. signed, Pizza Anon

No problem, thenk you!

Though, I'm going to be honest, everytime you send submissions to me they make the Tumblr app spazz out (not allowing me to add anything onto them or even just post) and I can only ever edit them on my laptop, which is a bit weird. I never encountered that before. Maybe it's just on my end.

#unrelated⭐️

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secretariatess · 4 months ago

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So.

I have had four laptops in my time. I am on my fourth laptop.

The middle two laptops were a joke. I got them because they were HP and my first HP laptop was good enough for me to like the brand to stick with it. But the hard drives kept having issues, and both of them had issues with the hinge popping out of the base. The second HP laptop went because the hinge wouldn't stay glued and my last attempt ended up pinching a wire to the screen. It would give me a cracked screen effect and not work. The third laptop had to have the hard drive replaced a couple of times (as did the second) and when it started showing signs that there was an issue with the hard drive again, I said screw it. I was going with a gaming laptop because with the expenses I was putting into those cheaper laptops just to keep a good hard drive going, I might as well splurge on something that can handle more. Also, light up keyboard.

But my first laptop.

Mind you, I've kept all the laptops. One will be going to my nephew so he can pull it apart and put it back together. The third is used to prop up the fourth, and is kind of a back up I don't want to use because it's so freaking slow.

My first one, though?

I had to get a new laptop. My first laptop is now ten years old. When I replaced it, it was dead pixeling if you didn't have the screen in a very specific spot, the battery was dead so it worked on charger only, the keyboard was in need of a very good clean, and closing and opening the lid was a procedure because the hinge kept getting banged up because of the way I would carry it (it would knock into door frames). It still worked, but it needed to be hooked up to a monitor if you wanted to see what you were doing. It lost the ability to be portable.

Mind you, that's the reason it had to be replaced. It didn't stop working. It just couldn't be moved around anymore. It had to be treated kind of like a desktop.

It runs Windows 8 and hasn't had an update in years. It's probably too old for Edge, so it still has Internet Explorer on it. For some reason, probably because it's old, it won't load up Civ VI. It now has a broken fan it tells you about before you can go to the login screen. Every time you turn it on.

It still runs faster than the third laptop. It's never had a hard drive replaced. It was cheaper than the middle laptops and has more processors. I'm pretty sure the CD drive still works.

A couple of weeks ago, though, I thought I ended its existence.

I accidentally spilled root beer on it. Liquid and sugar- the death of computers, right?

When the spill first occurred, it could turn on, but I was like, "That's because the damage hasn't settled yet." Within a couple of days, I noticed that the charging light was spazzing, as though it wanted to indicate the computer was plugged in and getting power, but it couldn't figure out why it wasn't working. Laptop wouldn't turn on.

Ah well, I thought. I have been thinking of getting a tower, so I'd have more space for games and video editing programs and whatnot.

Today, I noticed that the charging light was solidly on.

????

Must be a fluke.

Pressed the on button anyways.

Computer turns on.

EDSR;OGAIHSR;GLAKDN;AOIDRNSG'Asdg????????

Now this is likely a false alarm, since I don't have it plugged into the monitor, so I don't know how far it can actually go and what kind of damage it sustained, but.. . .

IT TURNED ON????

IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD!!!!!

#zombie computer over here showing weaker newer laptops how it's done #what the crap #A lesser computer wouldn't survive half of this thing's been through #if I plug this into the monitor I 100% expect there to be an issue right off the bat

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gyozumaki · 7 months ago

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By singular demand, I have compiled some lists so welcome one and all to...

Can I beat up a fox?

I'm listing all these characters from memory and in the previous post, I forgot about the Rockstar lineage. So to make up for it, The Joy of Creation is now canon to these lists :P CRITERIA IF YOU FORGOT! I am a 5'7" twink with extensive FNAF and horror knowledge going against these bastards solo.

EXCLUSIONS: Help Wanted 1+2, UCN, AR, FNAF World, anything from the books (FUCK THE FNAF BOOKS AND COMICS 🗣️) lets go

Bottom of the list, we have Phantom Foxy. Does he have a hidden crowbar? Maybe. But I'm fine if I ignore him. He's like a zit on my face; if I forget about it, it goes away.

Up the list is Rockstar Foxy, my personal favorite of the Rockstar line. There is a non-zero chance of dying but he's pretty chill. Cool bird 👍

Now we are upping the ante QUICK with Nightmare Foxy. Flashlights work but my hearing and vision aren't the best, I won't notice he's in the closet until he's lunging at me. But I think I have a chance.

Nightmare Mangle is basically the same but gets a point ahead for their looks. Jesus fucking Christ.

Foxy the Pirate, the captain of Pirate's Cove! One of the weakest jumpscares of the game but he is still troublesome. If we got into some fisticuffs, I would probably struggle a good bit. He's speedy and has a sharp ass hook, what can I do about that on the spot? Throw Carl at him??

The enigma themself, Mangle. Taking a single look at them from the hallway should say enough. They're nimble, quick, jumping over the candlestick and all. There isn't much I can think of on how to fight them aside from a baseball bat and my legs. Freddy mask can only do so much in this case.

Funtime Foxy, our genderfluid icon! If I'm in a dark room and see them spazzing twenty feet away from me, I'm probably gonna fold right then and there. Fast and erratic, just yikes. Sonuvabitch better fall over at the first uppercut or I'm gone.

Required TJOC entry, welcome Ignited Foxy. I know how to deal with him, he's not too difficult in theory, but in the ring?? I'm a goner (insert shitty twenty one pilots joke in there, the new album was mid and I'm not 13 anymore) he's original Foxy on crack and requires concentration to manage.

AND AT THE NUMBER ONE SPOT, WE HAVE WITHERED FOXY!! Insert Piemations joke number two in here, how can I dodge something lunging at my face with sheer vitriol? A light works until FUCKING BALLOON BOY STEALS MY (insert another cheap Piemations joke here) I'm done for. A slight chance of survival but that's a level of math I don't feel like putting my brain to. He's number two on the Withered line. My reflexes are that of a dead crawfish, I'm so cooked.

A thank you to @maple-flavored-whiskey for giving me something to do tonight 🤘

Edit: I FORGOT PHANTOM MANGLE SORRY

#horror #horror games #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #foxy #foxy the pirate

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j0kers-light · 1 year ago

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If you been here since the beginning, you remember I had hand surgery October of last year. Haha… guess what’s giving me problems tonight?

I thought I was gonna get some major writing done this weekend but my hand literally glitched out on me when I was editing the latest head canon. I hope my cyst isn’t back. Anyhoo!

Back into my old brace until the muscles stop spazzing.

#chaos is not a happy camper rn

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thefreelanceangel · 22 days ago

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Thrav's player is finally popping open comissions so grab one!

https://www.fiverr.com/sdpauwels/draw-an-original-character-of-your-choosing

{Edit: Trying to fix the link that Tumblr spazzed over. ><}

#Signal Boost #FFXIV #Art #OOC

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braveclementine · 6 months ago

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Mrs. Davis

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OC Elizabeth Lightwood. I do not condone any copying of this.

"The sandwich was fair, the spring was a little rusty, the rest of the materials, I'll make do." Tony said as he walked towards one of the alleyways, "By the way, when you said your sister had a watch-" He slid his sleeve up to show the kid the dora watch on his wrist.

"Yeah?"

"I was hoping for something a little more adult than that."

Harley laughed, "She's six! Anyways, it's a limited edition. When can we talk about New York?"

"Maybe never. Relax about it."

"What about the Avengers? Can we talk about them?"

"I dunno. Later. Hey, kid, give me a little space." Tony said, lightly pushing the kid.

Tony looked at the memorial that was in front of him. Most of it was lit by candles, with lots of small notes and presents around them. There were several black figures on the walls, as though they had been painted there. They reminded Tony of the stories of the eruption of Pompeii or the explosions in Nagasaki. Where the heat was so intense, people were blasted into nothing but shadows.

"What's the official story here? What happened?"

"I guess this guy named Chad Davis used to live roundabouts. He won a bunch of medals in the army. And one day, folks said he went crazy and made, you know, a bomb. Then he blew himself up, right here."

Tony touched the wall where the black was. There was nothing to feel as though there was paint. These weren't painted.

"Six people died, right?"

"Yes."

"Including Chad Davis?"

"Yeah, yeah."

"Yeah. That doesn't make sense." Tony said after a moment, looking around. He sat down next to the kid, "Think about it. Six dead. Only five shadows."

"Yeah. People said these shadows are like the marks of souls going to Heaven. Except the bomb guy. He went to hell, on account of he didn't get a shadow. That's why there's only five."

Y/N would've liked that theory, Tony felt. "Do you buy that?"

"It's what everyone says."

There was some more silence as Tony contemplated everything in front of him.

"You know what this crater reminds me of?"

"No idea. I'm not- I don't care." Tony sighed.

"That giant wormhole in, um, in New York." Harley said with enthusiasm. "Does it remind you?"

"That's manipulative. I don't want to talk about it."

"Are they coming back? The aliens?"

"Maybe. Can you stop?" Tony asked, frustrated. He wished he wasn't like this, but he had never been good with kids. He knew subconsciously he was acting like his own father, but he was frustrated. He missed Y/N and Everleigh. He wasn't sure what was going on or anything that could help him find the Mandarin.

"Remember when I told you, that I have an anxiety issue?"

"Does this subject make you edgy?"

"Yeah, a little bit. Can I just catch my breath for a second?"

"Are there bad guys in Rose Hill? Do you need a plastic bag to breathe into? Do you have medication?"

"No." Tony breathed out.

"Do you need to be on it?"

"Probably."

"Do you have PTSD?"

"I don't think so."

"A-Are you going completely mental?" Tony huffed. "I can stop. Do you want me to stop?"

"Remember when I said to stop doing that? I swear that you're going to freak me out." Tony growled. Tony got to his feet, "Aw man, you did it, didn't you? You happy now?"

"What did I say?" Harley called after him. Tony ran away and Harley had to run to catch up with him. "Hey! Wait up!"

Tony ran and then slumped against the Stop sign, falling and sitting in the snow. "What the hell is that?" Harley asked as Tony pressed snow to his face. Tony took the snow and threw it as a snowball at Harley. "You're fault. You spazzed me out. Okay, back to business. Where were we? The guy who died. Relatives? Mom? Mrs. Davis, where is she?"

"Where she always is." Harley sighed.

"See? Now you're being helpful."

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Harley went home and Tony headed to the small town bar that Mrs. Davis would be at. Even as he crossed the street, he could hear the loud music playing from the bar. It was lit nicely with colourful Christmas lights and had a home-like feel for it.

As he went to enter the bar, he accidentally jolted shoulders with a woman as she walked past him. "Sorry." He said, before noticing that something had fallen out of her pocket. "Lady?" He bent down and picked it up. She turned back to him and he held it out, "Is this uh-"

"Thank you." She had a soft voice, very nice. Tony might've looked at her twice if he didn't have Y/N. She had a nice hair colour as well, and would've had a pretty face if it wasn't for the scars on her cheeks. Not that they made her ugly, just changed her.

"Nice haircut." He said to cover up the fact that he'd been staring, "It suits you."

"Nice watch." She said, nodding to the kid watch on his wrist.

"Yeah. A limited edition." He said.

"Oh, I don't doubt it." She smiled and Tony nearly kicked himself for liking her voice, "Well have a good evening."

Tony quickly turned, mentally berating himself. He was so happily married it was unbelievable. He really needed to get out of his playboy mentality. He could never hurt Y/N like that.

The bar was filled with mostly older men, sitting at the bar itself. The Sherriff was there as well, with his gun casually sitting in his holster.

The atmosphere was cheerful, farther back there were families sitting there instead. Some people had clearly been newly soulmated, with animals in laps or kneeling by their feet. Some children played in the corner as they waited for their meals.

Tony found Mrs. Davis sitting by herself, holding onto dogs tags. She had a folder on the table in front of her as well as an empty glass. He set his own down.

"Mrs. Davis? Mind if I join you?"

"Free country."

"Sure is."

"All right." She said, leaning back in her chair a little. For someone who was supposed to get drunk every night, she looked rather alert, "Where would you like to start?"

"I just want to say, I'm sorry about your loss. I want to know what you think happened." Tony said sincerely.

She stared at him for a moment, contemplating, and then looked away, picking up the file to put in front of him. "Look. I brought your damn file. You take it, go." She made a slow shooing motion with her hands. "Whatever was in here, he wanted no part of it."

Tony opened up the file and saw pictures of her son in his military garb in another country. "Clearly, you're waiting for someone else. Huh? Supposed to meet someone here?"

"Yeah." She said softly.

Tony lifted the pictures to scan the rest of the information in the folder. Names popped out at him, little bits of information. He closed the file and leaned forward, "Mrs. Davis, your son didn't kill himself. I guarantee you, he didn't kill anyone." She gave him a sharp look. "Someone used him."

"What?" She questioned.

"As a weapon."

She drew herself up and then leaned forward to whisper, "You're not the person that called me after all, are you?"

So maybe she was a little bit more drunk than he had thought. But still, from one alcoholic to another, he could admit that she was definitely not a lightweight.

Suddenly, an object was slammed on the table and the familiar voice from outside said, "Actually, I am."

Both him and Mrs. Davis looked down at the badge in front of them, before the lady nearly ripped Tony's arm off as she twisted it behind his back. His face hit the table harshly and he grunted. The commotion brought the attention of the others around the bar.

"What's all this about? What the hell is going on here?" Tony recognized the voice of the Sherriff who he had seen when he'd first come into the bar. Using his free hand, he quickly tucked the dog tags into his inside jacket pocket.

"It's called an arrest." The woman above him said, tightening the handcuffs. She tossed him out of his seat and onto the floor, "Sherriff, is it?"

"Yes, ma'am, it is. And you are?"

"Homeland Security. We good here?"

"No, we're not 'good.'" The Sherriff gave a short chuckle, "I need a little more information than that."

Tony watched the scenario in front of him while his back was against the brick wall. Who the hell was this woman?

"Well, I think it's a little above your pay grade, Sherriff." She smirked.

Tony motioned to Mrs. Davis, you took the note and leaned back in her chair, putting the file on the floor and sliding it under the counter.

"Yeah? Well why don't you get on the horn to Nashville and, uh, upgrade me?"

"All right. You know what? I was hoping to do this the smart way. But uh," She took a few steps towards the Sherriff and Tony watched with widening eyes as he saw her hand start to glow around her badge. "the fun way is always good."

"Deputy, get this woman out-"

He didn't get to finish as she shoved her arm forwards, the badge sizzling hot against the Sherriff's cheek. Screams erupted. She yanked her hand away and the Sherriff looked dazed, before she grabbed the gun and shot both him and deputy.

Tony got to his feet and ran, his hands still cuffed behind his back. He managed to make it out of the bar and looked behind himself.

"Hey, hot wings, you want to party? Come on, you and me, let's go." He knew she must've known who he was right off the bat. Tony was going to run one way, before recognizing the man that Happy had facetimed him about was getting out of the car. He tossed his coffee to the side, raising his eyebrows at Tony.

Tony decided it was time to go in a different direction.

He ducked behind a car and saw that there was a man laying on the road, "Crazy huh?"

"Yep."

Tony looked over his shoulder and then said, "Watch this."

He ran, ducking through a glass window. When he rolled back and then got to his feet, his hands were now in front of him. He watched through the window for a moment as someone from the bar ran up behind the lady with his personal gun to shoot her. She grabbed it from him, butting him with the end of it, before aiming it at Tony.

Tony didn't hesitate for a second, running and leaping over the counter of whatever store or shop he was in. He heard the sound of the shotgun going off and the shattering of glass.

He could see her taking off her jacket as she approached him, he could see through the bullet hole in the wood.

He got into a crouching position, sliding along the counter. He went to hide behind the pillar, before getting a jump scare as she was right next to him. She grabbed him, slamming him against the wall before punching him.

The two of them fought- well she fought. Tony was mostly getting kicked and punched around. Finally, his foot found leverage on one of the counters and he managed to get on the other side of the counter, while also bring the handcuffs around her throat so that her head was against the counter.

She started to glow and he pressed down tighter with the cuffs. When they melted, he went flying backwards and he had to shake them off to avoid getting burnt.

He quickly grabbed a jug of gasoline, kicking it through the doorway to the room that she was in, sliding the still flaming handcuff in as well. A well lit fire was going immediately. Tony immediately set up his next trap, knowing that she was going to just walk through the fire.

"You walked right into this one. I've dated hotter chicks than you." Tony smirked.

She burst through the doors, her clothes and skin singed, but she seemed as though it hadn't hurt her at all. As she got back to her feet she said, "That's all you got?" He pulled out the gasoline. "A cheap trick and a cheesy one-liner?"

"Sweetheart, that could be the name of my autobiography." Tony replied. He quickly ducked out the door, slamming it closed behind him. He hoped that the metal dog tags in the microwave would do the trick as fast as he needed it to.

He didn't have to wait long, ducking behind the ice box outside and heard and also felt the explosion. He looked around, hearing people's screams when he thought it was safe enough to look, and saw her body lying across the electrical wires on the telephone poles.

Good. It was what she deserved after killing those Police Officers.

Suddenly, Tony became aware of a loud creaking sound and looked around for the noise. It was the water tower, which the man was standing under, melting the metal that was keeping it from falling.

Tony quickly turned, running into the Christmas tree farm to get away from it.

Tony jumped, landing harshly in the grass before it fell around him. He held his breath as the water rushed over him for five long seconds, before it was gone. He gasped, the cold and the water combined making it even colder.

His foot was trapped in the metal works, and he twisted his ankle until he heard a familiar voice cry out, "Let me go!"

Harley?

"Help me!" A mocking voice cried.

He looked to see that Harley was over the man's shoulder, grunting.

"Anyway." The man said, sitting down on the chair and putting Harley on his knee, wrapping one arm around him, "Hey, kid, what would you like for Christmas?"

"Mr. Stark, I am so sorry." Harley cried as Tony tried to get himself free. There was no way that he was going to let this kid get hurt. Not after all that he'd done to help him.

"No, no, no. I think he was trying to say, 'I want my goddamn file.'"

"It's not your fault kid." Tony said. "Remember what I told you about bullies?"

It didn't take long for Harley to figure out what he was talking about, using the weapon to flash him in the eyes. The man grunted, letting Harley go and Harley took off.

"You like that Westworld? That's the thing about smart guys, we always cover our ass." He raised his hands, bracing his right one in front of his left, and let the hand blaster go off. It shot him in the chest, and he flew back into the tubing.

Tony quickly threw the melted Limited Edition watch away from him before it could burn his skin, and grabbed a pipe to get himself free.

Once he was free, he checked the pockets, and grabbed the car keys.

Jackpot.

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