#they didnt have gay fuckery they just hanged out

[mewobrute]

it was their breakday so they decided to be irresponsible adults, (guess who was fhe most responsible....) (it was cross ofc.)

[basbearship]

Can I ask about your rewrite of FNaF Security Breach? I remember you mentioning Freddy doesn't know Greggory? Does your Self Ship take place in some kind of AU where everything is fine?

Yeah Gregory hasn't shown up in my selfship au, though I haven't written everything to be fine, because I've been to deep in the tisms of the fnaf lore to be able to reasonably say the plex opened without some kind of fuckery afoot.

this is specifically my selfship au, my "i rewrote this because the game sucked but i wanted it to be lore consistent" is very different

Fazbear ent opened the mega pizzaplex on the scale it did, with all the references to the "bad press" it had as a means to 'ooh shiny' away the company's prior reputation, and the idea of making the animatronics preloaded with sentience was to attempt to avoid a 'haunting' rumor, they're already Just Like That.

The fuckery afoot isn't suddenly, Springtrap! because given SW had their game broken in half by their new manager, and that plot point was, as per the dated files, finished two days before release so i hardly acknowledge it as intended.

instead, it's functionally a data collection dump, barely above the law because its collecting customer data on 3 year olds, pretty consistently fighting lawsuits and pushing back against laws that would prevent them from doing it. they sell the data + devices preloaded with the customer's data on for targeted as hell ads, which is pretty insidious as is, but the extra rub here is they're not exactly vetting who buys the data, so kids are getting targeted ads for bs like scam sites, violent games way above their age bracket, etc. fazbear ent makes a mint exploiting the fact kids arent at all tech savvy, the glamor of the plex is to distract the parents.

i honestly thought security breach was going to be a reference to an informational breach that released a list of people that had gone missing in the pizzaplex due to extremely shitty budget cuts the plex had made to keep the place alive on what couldn't possibly be profitable if run safely, and the reveal was going to be glitchtrap was leaking the data specifically to try and infect law enforcement. that would actually have been scary.

my selfship au doesn't include that necessarily, but there's always some kind of run in with law enforcement because of injury occurring on the premises. vanessa in this does exist, but she's basically one of the on-premises human security guards the plex was forced to have so there'd be someone to make decisions where robots couldn't be trusted to.

Freddy only ever got the rights to actually enter a relationship because of the plex constantly fighting lawsuits based upon the morals of exploiting data, they wanted to put off the moral implications of sentient robots not being offered some shreds of personhood if they could.

It's how I ever got the yes-man that just lets (most) things fly on that front. the public wont ever hear about the data lawsuits because they're so contained, but they would start a public discourse about the senitence = rights for the animatronics, because its something everyones decently qualified to have an opinion on.

this au does have a loose plot arc, sort of? its something ive thought about scribble comics for, because it's relatively lowstakes, fluff and guff more than high impact, and tldr's into "two gay furries struggle to let the gay robot furry have rights".

it also incorporates my friend's selfship with Monty depending on the version you're looking at, since our sonas hang out as well its fun worldbuilding a version of this with her.

i didnt want to go into the mega ins and outs, so this is the spark notes differences.

if you wanna know more though by all means drop me a line, i'm always gonna want to talk about it-

[pairodicelost]

lots of stuff this weekend - I keep overcommitting myself during my “free days” bc working 13 hrs every weekday leaves a lot of fun things/phone calls/letters/drinking/moving/unpacking/laundry for the weekends.

1. Put together the kitchen and did a big shop and am so stoked on having enough food and space that is MINE and I bought a cast iron pan and a baking dish bc I’ve decided to get into cooking now that I have my own kitchen where people won’t be constantly criticizing + mocking my efforts and also drinking my orange juice. 

2. My 1.5 month new earring got swallowed by my ear which I described numerous times as My Worst Fear and A Worst Case Scenario, and then I found out it had happened so I went in and got that dealt with (faced a worst fear!). Bonus: DIDNT EVEN HURT. Downside: indignant that they charged me for the replacement stud, something about it just irritated me. I tipped anyway bc right thing to do.

3. Later that day I learned the hard way that bug bombing a room doesn’t just kill the creatures where they’re at (I was trying to de-termite a gorgeous art deco vanity I got for 25$) (I think termites were the only bug not listed on the can’s Kill List), but it brings all of them out to the center of the room to die. I was out of the house running a tizzy of errands for hours (double bonus: not poisoning myself) and didn’t even notice them when I returned for a few hours. Just putting the kitchen away, listening to a podcast detailing Manson’s fuckery, when I noticed one roach carcass on the floor and then another and then another and I flipped out. I just can’t stand their bodies. I don’t want to even feel their bodies through a paper towel, or hard and clickety at the end of a broom. After one twitched when I finally nudged it with the broom, I called my sister: Why don’t you just wait for morning? They’ll probably be dead then. Yes, even cockroaches, most animals can’t survive twelve hours of dying. Well even if it’s not better, it won’t be worse. You’ve been preparing for this moment for the entire last year, you’re used to peeing in cups. Then I called O who advised me (from a cemetery and gaggle of girls she was with in California) Whose house is it Solana? Yours or the roaches? I feel like you just have to deal with it. I feel like you can do this and got me all pumped then left (a.k.a. got off the phone.) so then I called one of my best friends of this last year, my fairy godmother, O.G. punk/intellect/artist from the LA scene circa 1980 (who’d recently regaled me with stories of hanging with the Germs at the Tiffany theatre waiting for Rocky Horror back in the day) and she hung with me on facetime and was real cool about it, joked about how in LA half had rats, the other half roaches and isn’t it nice, most of the time you don’t have both? And we chatted awhile until she was like “okay let’s do it together, I’m here, XXXXXX is here, just put the phone down” and so I set it where they could see and swept those fuckers up, found another dead one in the kitchen, swept that fucker up, and an hour of conversation later heard a live one hidden in the blinds and got it out with the broom (those fuckers FLY down here) and walloped it to death on the floor so now my fear is CURED.

Not a year ago, while cleaning a restaurant I saw one and panicked and called the (hot cool gay) security girl for help and she cracked up (a native New Orleanian) and hollered “ain’t scareda no ROACH” and stomped it then swept it up for me, laughing that’s alright, here you go.

so I faced two fears in one day!

3. Got my hair cut by the lady across the street - she accidentally tore out the new earring (my jewelry is lost), nicked a mole, and left like, razor burn? some stinging pain all around the base of my neck. And I hate the haircut (I tipped anyway bc right thing to do lmao) BUT the best part about these months of awkward/unfortunate hairlengths are that I’m less and less attached to my appearance and am reaching a point of “it is what it is.” I’m sure someday when conventional femininity/prettiness is within reach again, the pressure (and pleasure) of it will come back, but rn I consider the bad look a halfhearted bummer. Fairy godmom reminded me that awkward look is a great thing and can be wielded - like the Ugly Hat she would wear bc all dudes fucked off whenever she wore it. Like her ungodly hot babe friend who used to put on a scarf over her hair, a yellow sweatshirt to bring out my acne, brown sweatpants etc to disguise herself and be able to work/walk/exist without getting hassled or hit on. 

4. Went to a different piercing parlor to get a new piece of jewelry - hot old punk had me lay down, swapped out the awful placeholder earring (cue involuntary whimper “ouch”) and put the new one in (”You okay?” “yes” bc wtf am I gonna do, say no over an ear piercing?) and then DIDNT EVEN CHARGE ME AT ALL. so they have my loyalty. pro: they’re nearby and cooler vibe than the other one. con: his name is same as my high school boyfriend and my middle school boyfriend.

5. Swept and mopped the house with bleach, sprinkled diatomaceous earth. Really love having a space mine enough and small enough that I love cleaning it. Super into mopping esp with the special floor washes I have/made.

6. Done buying furniture and dishes. From now on only free stuff.

7. Drove around A Lot, learning my corner of town better. Oh!!!! and I am embarking upon an era of plants! I have acquired an abundance (to me) of plants in the last week!! I’m gonna chill out with all this new stuff and the frenzy of stocking my home, but I’m really happy to have these babies in my life :’) now I just gotta keep em alive.

[gay-jesus-probably]

You have a lot of fans wondering what happened to you in fan fiction. Like me. My gay Jesus, where has our savior gone?

...bro....

Okay first things first: that is probably the nicest thing anyones ever said to me???? holy shit anon i love you.

Secondly... yeah theres not really an excuse here, i just... havent been feeling it. 

Not helped by the fact that I got a new laptop back in the spring, and while I transfered all my files over no problem, I was pirating microsoft word on my old computer, and my usual source of pirated materials (read: dad) gave me a file for it that my computer immediately read as a nasty virus and now refuses to ever interact with again, so. while i have everything, and can look at it whenever I want, i can’t interact with my files in any way shape or form. like, no edits, no additions, i can’t even fucking copy+paste. So I’m using google docs now, except with literally all of my WIPs, the outlining and new chapter files were not complete. So if I want to do any work on them, then it’ll have to be split between beginning on a Word doc, and then picking up on google docs partway through, which seems real fuckin inconvenient so it hasn’t happened yet.

My options are to either cough up and buy the microsoft package, which i dont have the money for, or to find a better pirate source, which is also not an option bcause dad is a giant drama queen and he flips shit and has a guilt trip meltdown if he thinks hes not being appreciated, so me informing him his pirated word didnt work several months after he gave it to me? will not go over well, so there is not a chance in hell i’m doing that. The only solution is to go on my old laptop where i CAN alter the files, and copy-paste them all into google docs, but like... hooooly shit. we’re talking a lot of content here. my outlines tend to get... lengthy, because they’re mostly me rambling to myself. and there’s a lot of WIP projects i’ve got. basically i COULD handle it, but i’m too lazy to actually do so lmao, especially since the whole process would take twice as long cause my old laptop has some case damage around the hinge, which is also by the power button, and means that if the screen moves at all there is a 75% chance it will turn off the laptop. and that gets real old real fast.

All that clusterfuck aside, if we’re talking specific projects, then the rough summary is under the readmore:

Displacement and Division: Haven’t been feeling it. Don’t think I’ve written any new content since I last updated, which was... aaa while ago. I promise, no matter how long it takes, I AM coming back to this one. It’s too far to walk now. It just... may take awhile. Doesn’t help that the outlines and a fair chunk of the next chapter for both fics are locked up in Word. Don’t obsessively check for updates, but hang in there. I’m coming back.

Hooked Into A Machine and Nobody’d Even Notice At All: Both were initially created due to the Great Gods of Hyperfixation causing me to lock into Be More Chill when i discovered it, quickly burn through the entire fandom, and start frantically producing my own content out of sheer frustration. When the hyperfixation wore off... i was able to enjoy non-BMC content again, and wandered off. Whenever I wander back in, updates will occur. ...Don’t hold your breath on these.

Ghost in the Machine: Mix of the two problems, as it was written in the middle of a hardcore Tron hyperfixation, and when I came down, I wandered away. Chapter 3 is about halfway done, only problem is that’s... all locked in Word. Yeah. There’ll probably be more whenever I come back to Tron. It ain’t dead yet.

Cold Flame/Lunam Ignis: Honestly, trying to write a full blown fic of this concept was probably stretching it a bit for me. I had ideas and scenes for Axelnort in DDD, and I wanted to use them, but I felt the need to build up to them first. That... was a mistake, because I didn’t really have anything for Days, and only a handful of stuff for KHII. Honestly, I’d safely call Lunam Ignis dead, I have 0 plans of coming back to that one.

Seemingly Simple Things: These were two blurbs written as a joke, that I probably should not have tried to continue. Don’t expect a chapter 3... well, ever. Apologies all, but I feel anything further would roll over from ‘funny’ to ‘forced’, and I’d rather not. It be like that sometimes.

I’m pretty sure that’s all of my WIPs? If any of these made you go ‘wait what the fuck when was that’, I’ve got an AO3 and an FF.net account, and tbh? my crossposting is not reliable. Some are on both, but a fair amount of fics have just been posted to one or the other. It be like that.

I know I’ve been dead since January (on FF.net) and April (on AO3), but you are going to have to wait a bit - we’re back into NaNo season, so fic is not high on the priority list at the current moment. Apologies, fam.

And now the good news! I AM still writing plenty! Just, none of its gotten to the point of being postable. I’ve had some less intense small fandom hyperfixation frustration fic bursts, so if anyone’s also into TribeTwelve, Stand Still Stay Silent, or Check Please!, then there may be some content going up from those - I’ve got multiple fics in progress for all of those that aren’t just self indulgent fuckery, and will be posted if I can work on them enough to make the plausible.

As for my WIP’s, as I said above, Ghost in the Machine DOES have a chapter 3 about halfway done, and a complete outline for part 1, so that finishing is looking very good whenever I get around to it.

With Displacement, while the next chapter doesn’t have much, the outlines done through to part 7, so I know exactly where we’re steering this trainwreck, and I’ve got a few rough drafts of key scenes in part 4 and 5. I’ve also started on interludes 4 and 5. For those curious, interlude 4 is several non-Evie clones in the 420th unknowingly re-enacting Die Hard, and Michelle’s hair dye saves the day while also causing some truly impressive property damage. The stains left by that incident are never coming out. Interlude 5 is less fun, and more character exploration - namely, the main characters and their thoughts on Michelle. After the events of Part 5, trust me - there’s going to be a LOT of conflict in that area. Especially from Obi-Wan.

As for Division, while I admit the outline is a lot more shaky, and there’s less actual work done, I DO know who the cast is and what I’m doing with them, and I’ve got some rough drafts of crucial scenes, even if I don’t know exactly where those scenes happen yet. It’s gonna be a ride, yall.

And the final, most important piece of good news: As I’m sure you’ve noticed, i am a bitch that really likes talking about their writing. Literally anyone can hit me up asking about anything of mine, and I will probs spam you with a small essay, such as I just did. Tbh, if someone actually did message me to talk about my writing, I give it like a few hours of chatting before I’m linking that someone to a relevant google doc, and/or explaining the entire plot. ...Provided they’re cool with the spoilers, mind you. I ask that first. So seriously - while updates may not be coming until december at the earliest, if you want something to tide you over, be it rough drafts or just paragraphs of information, hit me up. I am literally always down to enthusiastically rant about my writing lmao.

...That goes twice as hard for my original projects, fyi, if someone sent me a message asking about my NaNo project I’d probably cry with joy and tell them everything. it helps me Plot.

The other benefit to messaging me is that I have good cats who are very cute and loving, and I have a compulsive need to show Every Single Person i interact with pics of them, so that’s another inevitable to talking to me.

look at these good kids