#tinkering with stuff for the heck of it

[quackysmackk]

How the heck is our guys not setting off STAFF bots? All this mayhem they have seen, and they haven’t told Corporate? They must have become like the human employees and have ceased to give a f.

Actually!! I have an explanation for this!! :)

Cassie’s dad isn’t just any regular old techie. He’s the current head fazbear technician. So he’s in charge of EVERY animatronic. Mainly because he’s one of the only humans who the animatronics collectively agree to let work on them.

With that position tho, he’s able to tinker with a lot of things in the background, things that other employees usually can’t. This also included the staff bot recognition systems! So he did some background stuff and now they don’t bother them unless triggered. Meaning that Gregory could walk by one and it’ll completely ignore him. But if he touches/hits it? Alarms go off.

I guess you can think of him kinda as.. the Henry of the Pizzaplex.

[starwrighter]

I am not a baby!! (Yes you are)

(Ao3) (Masterpost) (Previous) (Next)

(Part seven lmao)

Sometimes Danny hated being right. Mentally he cursed himself as he clamored into his lifepod. The Aurora was spilling radiation into the water just like predicted it would. A damaged drive core... That didn't bode well for him or the local wildlife. He was a Fenton! He knew the terminology for "This might blow up," in every language, no matter how needlessly complicated you said it.

A radiation suit would be helpful when the ship blew up, if not for him, then for the other survivors. Danny grew up surrounded by radioactive material, he was about as fucked up as one could get, but there was still time left for the other survivors. If there even were any left.

Shaking his head, Danny opened the storage plucking out the remaining Creepvine clusters, and started fabricating. It was hypnotic, Creepvine clusters to lubricant, copper and mushrooms to a battery and copper wire all that and a piece of titanium gave Danny a functioning Seaglide. The device was heavy, the PDA altering the blueprint so it was usable for him.

Opening the hatch up, eager to test his new toy out, Danny dove back into the water faster than ever before. Propellers spun at speeds that would chop his finger clean off if he touched them. A glowing map at the top and a flashlight he could turn off by squeezing the handles. Quick enough to keep up with the peepers while still being able to make quick sharp turns.

The Device whirled as he swam in circles, up, down, left, right, zigzag! Through coral tubes, around stone arches till he got dizzy, divebombing fish and kicking up sand.

"Congratulations, survivor. you have exceeded your weekly exercise quotient by 500 percent. Data indicates that swimming was your favorite activity,"

Heck yeah it was! Swimming is great! He's fast as hell man, radiation could eat shit! Stalkers wouldn't stand a chance, he'd just outpace them! Swimming around, breaking outcrops, and taking samples of table coral for a computer chip. Danny was having a blast!

In time he would have the materials to fabricate a habitat builder and in turn a super cool sea base! A home away from home while he's stuck outside federation space. Currently, the seabase blueprints he had were...limited, but he could work with that!

Rushing to his fabricator the blue lights felt agonizingly slow as he bounced on the heels of his feet, flippers squeaking against the floor. A habitat builder fell into Danny's impatient hands.

Back in the water, Danny scoped out the area. Access to an abundance of resources, food, and water was a necessity. Along with awareness of local predators. The shallows are a perfect place for him to build right now. A temp base to rest and store stuff before moving somewhere more convenient as he explored and met up with any of the other survivors.

Deciding to test out his new tool, Danny placed down a basic compartment. A tiny little tube that would've been big enough if he only needed a place to sleep. Yeah, that wasn't going to work. How was he supposed to pace aimlessly while he wrote notes? How was he supposed to work and live in a high-tech pool noodle? Disassembling the pathetic tube, Danny swam through the shallows plucking up the quartz needed for glass. More materials would be needed to build his base. Thankfully, he’d crashed in a ship made from and carrying the materials he needed. Danny saw no moral issue with “borrowing” titanium from supply crates light enough to lift, but the PDA seemed to have a small issue with it. With a few minutes of tinkering, it was easy to change the machine’s artificial mind.

A loop, he was going to make a base shaped like a zero because that’s how many fucks he gave about Alterra’s dumb rule. Placed upon foundations was the start of his perfect space base. The sides of the Zero became glass compartments, a perfect place to observe the local wildlife. Solar panels mounted jumpstarted the oxygen production, lights blinding when they snapped on. Fish drifted by his base, some ducking underneath his foundations settling comfortably in the shade provided. Maybe if he was here long enough, he’d grow some plants for fish to nibble on?

A hatch was placed on the front of the Zero, finally giving him access to his new base. Cold air punched him in the face as he stepped inside, but it was a welcome attack. Air conditioning at last! Throwing himself to the floor, Danny giggled, noise bouncing against barren walls. A sterile smell cycled through the base with the air filtered in. Like his parent's lab or a hospital room freshly sanitized. Familiar, it smelled like home.

Peeling off his flippers, Danny propped them against the wall. Bare feet against metal floors, Danny took to running through the loop. Brushing his hands against empty walls, he ran laps like it was gym class. The only difference was this wasn't gym class, so it didn't feel like hell. Several laps ran throughout his base until his breath ran out, and he collapsed to the floor.

Winded and panting, he glanced around his base mentally, planning where everything would go. Blueprints were limited, but brainpower wasn't. Making new blueprints for shelving units or a bed should be easy enough. The hard part would be finding the space for it. If he tinkered with the PDA, he could fabricate some blankets and pillows that he could sleep on and store away when he was awake.

First things first, he needed to get a fabricator and some storage set up. A few wall lockers on each side of the fabricator made his little crafting station. His base still felt bare. White walls would get boring real fast. No paint or paper he could use to decorate. No stickers or wallpaper to paint his base to match the stars. Untapped Potential, something to add to his to-do list. If he couldn't decorate anything else, changing the locker's text font would have to do.

Walking in a loop, Danny muttered, his brain working better than his mouth. Words failed, coming out jumbled if they were more than one or two easy syllables. Fangs created a lisp that'd get him verbally castrated if he was back at Casper. That was if he didn't maul them with his newfound face knives. Like a piranha, he was dangerous! Fierce!

Tap...Tap...Tap

Feet freezing, Danny turned to the window, heart jumping to his throat. Several glowing eyes stared back at him, burning a hole into his soul. Stripes of colors ranging from blue, purple, and forest green ran along its massive scaly body and dragon-like head. Two razor-sharp fangs poked out of a closed mouth. Arms glowing blue that faded to pitch black when reaching its four-fingered hands, each claw sharper than a sword. Hands, oh ancients, why does this one have hands? The other one didn't have hands! Curled up, it would be the same size as his base. Danny pointed his scanner at the guy, the results striking terror into the deepest depths of his core...

What the fuck do you mean this guy's a juvenile!?!

@ashoutinthedarkness @avelnfear @meira-3919 @thought-u-said-dragon-queen @hugsandchaos @blep-23 @zeldomnyo @bytheoldwillowtree @justwannabecat @shepherdsheart @starlightcat04 @stargazing-bookwyrm @pupstim

[hyperpsychomaniac]

Okay I need to talk about the fact that Cooper's lost memory… broke.

Like it just... broke.

And its not just a memory of something. It's like all his mech/tech/engineering skills??? Is it gone for good? Like, I don't have this kid's hands on skills, but my day job is a mechanical engineer and... this just hit me right in the soul. You can see he's devastated, but then he downplays it because he doesn't want to upset Izzie.

I do like that he ends up thinking outside the box with the creme brulie (? whatever the heck this was I don't know the point is its got good dampening properties). So maybe this will force him to think up some solutions to things outside his normal mech skills, which is actually a good thing. But I do feel like he needs to get his skills/memory back (and integrate whatever thinking outside the box stuff he learns), or at least be able to re-learn them, like, this is important to me.

I mean, probably some of being so good at it is because he's got all the family pressure to preform, but he also does seem to genuinely enjoy tinkering with things. So this would definitely suck.

[nerves-nebula]

The terrifying ordeal of seeing your abusive parent again after having finally escaped them: Mikey Edition

——

Mikey was never the perfect ninja. He didn’t really want to be. Ninjutsu was fun, but the only practical use he had for it anymore was evading the cops if he got spotted tagging.

And, apparently, this.

He dropped down into a tunnel that felt much smaller than it used to be. Despite the years that had passed, he still knew the tunnels, the way into a place he never thought he’d be back to.

He never would’ve returned without reason.

This was a good reason.

The other day, Donnie idly mentioned some old computer bits he’d had when they were kids that he’d tinkered with. He mentioned he had some old photos of them stored on there he wish he could get back.

Raph had laughed and made a joke about if they ever got those photos back he’d learn scrapbooking and make the cheesiest, most ridiculous scrapbook he could for them.

How could he not come down?

Usually Leo would do this. Leo was the only one who still talked to the old rat, the only one who still visited, and even those were getting rarer.

Leo was off meeting Usagi’s family.

Meaning Mikey would do it.

Could he technically wait a week or so before asking Leo when he got back? Sure.

But that meant waiting.

Mikey hated waiting.

So here he was, putting all of his ninja training to use to sneak back into his childhood home (yuck) and grab some of Donnie’s old stuff to bring home.

He could totally do this.

Getting in wasn’t hard. The rat hadn’t updated any of Donnie’s old security, so it was a breeze to slip in. He skirted the edge of the lair in the shadows, keeping an ear out for any signs of movement.

He made sure to get to the entrance closest to Donnie’s old room and slipped in.

“Fucking hell.”

The place was trashed.

The old mattress was shredded in some placed, the desk toppled over and broken. Donnie’s old LED strips were torn at and his posters all ripped from the walls. Dust settled over all the wreckage. He could see a couple footsteps in them, all very obviously Leo’s. He followed them, ducking next to the busted desk, looking to see if he could salvage anything from there, but it seemed Leo had gotten it all.

Which meant he had to go looking for one of Donnie’s hiding places.

God damn it.

Okay, he remembered Donnie mentioning a lock box hidden in the back of his old closet, which was thankfully still upright. He dug through that, nearly gagging at the smell of mildew and dust that had built up over the years. He regretted not bringing his respirator.

He was taking so many vitamins when he got home.

He grinned to himself when he found the box, hidden in a secret panel near the back. He only found it because he accidentally leaned on it too much and fractured the wood, but Donnie didn’t have to know that.

He looked around the room again, wanting to be thorough so he wouldn’t have to come back.

Oh! The ceiling. Donnie said once he’d managed to hollow out a panel up there to hide things. Heck, he’d even hidden a couple things up there for all of them before.

If he remembered correctly…

He grabbed an old metal stool and clambered up to push against the stone. He barely restrained himself from shouting in victory when the piece moved and he was able to slide it from its place and retrieve everything inside.

He piled it all in his backpack, tucking it carefully so it would make as little noise as possible.

He went back to the bed, where the last hiding spot was, but found nothing. Leo or the rat must’ve found it.

Two out of three wasn’t bad.

He slid his backpack on and tightened the straps, sneaking to the entrance of the room, steadying his breath to check for-

“I know you are there.”

The voice cracked when it spoke, but it was the same.

A thin hand slid between the curtains that had been Donnie’s door, “Your skills are getting sloppy, Leona-“ The snout peaked through and black eyes that bore into his soul like the poisonous insect they inhabited.

“Michelangelo.”

He couldn’t help himself.

He laughed.

Well, it was more of a snort than a laugh, but still.

Mikey shoved the curtain open, shouldering his way past the rat as he did, taking advantage of Splinter’s momentary disbelief to prevent himself from being cornered.

“Shocked you remember my name, old man.” He said as he pushed past, resisting the urge to step on his tail.

Violence begets violence, Doctor Bright had said. If he instigates then Splinter has the right to defend.

“Why would I not?”

He laughed again, this time more of a snicker, “Don’t play dumb, you barely ever called me anything other than ‘Orange’ as a kid. I figured you’d finally gone senile or got dementia and forgotten entirely.” He shrugged, turning to walk backwards so he wasn’t letting Splinter get behind him.

“Why did you return?”

“Taking Donnie’s things back.” He adjusted his bag.

“Where is Leonardo?”

Mikey shrugged, “I think he died. Though, maybe he’s just on vacation. Oh, no, wait, he got arrested and is serving time. That’s it.”

Splinter rolled his eyes, gritting his teeth, “Your lies are annoying, child.”

“I’m twenty-three.”

“And yet you still act like a child.” Splinter hissed at him, “You intrude back into my home and refuse to even speak with me?”

“This is me speaking. I’m saying words that are audible and you can hear.”

Splinter’s anger grew more evident on his face, “I do not need your sass, child.”

“Not a child.”

“Where have you boys been? Do you know how worried I’ve been? You disappear suddenly one day and never return!” Splinter threw his hands in the air, getting more animated as the conversation went on, “You could be dead and your father would never know!”

Mikey shrugged, “I mean, that was sorta the plan.” He quickly glanced around, taking note of potential exits. He should be almost at the tunnel leading out of the lair by now, he just had to keep Splinter distracted.

“How dare you?” Splinter slammed the end of his cane into the ground, “I raised you! I gave you four the best years of my life and this is how you repay me?”

“Would you prefer a check?”

“At least Leonardo still visits me! At least I did right by one of you ungrateful little brats.”

Mikey hummed, his foot finding the lip of the tunnel entrance, “Yep. That’s me.” He took a few extra steps back, “Ungrateful and a brat. Not so little anymore, though.” He smiled, “Well, it’s been terrible to see you again, but I gotta go-“

“Stop right there!”

Perhaps it was the tone Splinter used, the same that used to scream at him for being destructive. Maybe it was the boiling rage in his eyes that Mikey still saw in his worst nightmares. Or perhaps it was the way he held himself, adjusting his feet like he was ready to pounce, to attack.

Maybe it was all three.

Whatever the reason, Mikey froze. His left foot wasn’t even properly touching the floor, his right arm slightly outstretched where it had been reaching for the wall. His breath caught in his throat and for a moment he thought he might vomit.

Splinter was speaking.

“You were always a disappointment! How you’ve even managed to survive this long is a miracle. How many drugs are you on? I can practically see you shaking. You better not be burdening Leonardo with your incapabilities.”

Something was building in his chest. He could feel it growing with every word Splinter spat at him, a pressure that pushed against his plastron from within, filling his lungs with something he couldn’t quite describe.

“I paint dead rats for a living.” He wasn’t even aware of his mouth moving, “My last commission paid out five hundred dollars.”

Why was he sharing this?

Even his brothers didn’t know about that painting.

“Wh-what? Who would but such a-“

He didn’t know why he said it.

“Draxum.”

—

Donnie looked up as the apartment door slammed open, Mikey bursting through singing Fearless Hero from Puss in Boots.

“I wonder if Mikey’s home.” Raph hummed, turning a page in his book.

“M-maybe.” Donnie shrugged, “Could be a b-burglar.”

Mikey slumped over the back of the couch, “Why do you guys never sing with me?” He groaned dramatically, “I wish I had brothers who loved me.”

“Have you t-tried Craigslist?”

Mikey huffed and wiggled out of his backpack, dropping it onto the couch to dig through it, “And after all I went through today, just to make you happy!”

Donnie and Raph immediately turned to him, curious.

“I went on a terrible and dangerous quest to make my favorite brothers happy and I’m rewarded with only pain and hate.”

Donnie chuckled, “Mikey, c-come on. Show us.”

He pulled his spoils from the bag, grinning as Raph and Donnie’s faces showed their amazement at his finds.

“Dude!” Raph grabbed the ceiling box and dug through it, “Holy shit, look at all this old junk. Ah! My old Polly Pockets! I forgot about these.” He grabbed the dolls, laughing as he carefully picked out the dusting accessories, “Oh my gosh.”

“M-Mikey!” Donnie sorted through the closet box, beaming wide enough that his cheeks hurt, “These are the f-files I mentioned. I have to see if they’re salvageable.” He practically scrambled off the couch, hurrying off to his room with the box in his arms.

Raph rubbed Mikey’s head, his trimmed claws scratching gently over his scalp, “This is great, Mike. You okay, though?”

“Hm?”

Raph just raised a brow.

“Oh, yeah. I’m fine. Rat wasn’t home.” He lied, looking away from Raph to dig through his backpack, “Just grabbed it and got out, no problem.”

He didn’t know if Raph believed him, but he went back to his book, so he was probably in the clear.

He grabbed his phone, humming as he scrolled through his notifications, smiling at a picture Leo had sent into their group chat of her and Usagi posing with some daruma dolls.

Leo👏nerd👏o: usa made some gay 🏳️‍🌈 ass wish 2 b happy or sum shit

Leo👏nerd👏o: my wish is 2 bang his mom 🥴

Mikey snorted.

👾Mad Scientist Supreme👾: Pics or it didn’t happen.

Leo👏nerd👏o: bet

“Hey, speaking of moms in a weird roundabout way.” Mikey piped up, getting Raph’s attention, “When’s the last time you saw Draxum?”

Raph frowned, entirely confused, “Uh… fuck, man, ages ago. I think I saw him a while back while shopping but I didn’t go say hi or anything. Why?”

Mikey shrugged, “Just thought about him while at the lair.”

“When’s the last you saw him?”

He shrugged again, “Probably before the farmhouse arc. Canon events aren’t set in stone. Not recently, though.”

—

The scrapbook came out fantastic. They left pages in the back untouched to add to later for milestones in their lives.

——

Was Mikey lying about his commission?

Was Mikey lying to Raph about seeing Draxum?

You decide!

- Monster Anon 🐗🐗🐗

Love him referring to splinter as “the rat” hahahfdshag. Thats such an abused kid thing to do. Funny you mention polly pockets because i just watched a youtube video about the history of polly pocket :) mikey is such a fun guy thank you fhasdugha

[tinkersclankandbobble]

I have a beef with Fairy Gary.

This topic came up at work last week when my coworker was watching Pirate Fairy at their desk, so I’m going to include many of their thoughts in this post.

We think that Zarina’s desire to study and understand Pixie Dust is a perfectly normal thing for a Dust Keeper to want to do. I mean, if your whole Talent revolves around the very lifeblood of Fairy life, wouldn’t you want to understand anything and everything about it? It’s honestly crazy that Zarina is the ONLY fairy that thinks this way. But any time she brings up the topic of “Why does Pixie Dust do the things it does?” She’s always shut down… by whom? Fairy Gary. Well, ok, other Dust Keepers also think she’s weird for her fascination, but they likely learned that from their leader, Gary.

So why does Gary think Pixie Dust shouldn’t be tampered with? We don’t know! The films never tell us. All we know about before Zarina is successful with her alchemy is that we’ve got the gold flying dust and the blue dust that makes more dust… or whatever it does in Lost Treasure… sustains the Tree? I’m admittedly a little confused about Blue Dust’s purpose outside what it does in The Pirate Fairy.

So Zarina does her little alchemy stuff. Makes the Light Talent, Fast Flying Talent and Garden Talent dusts, and really, it’s INCREDIBLE!!! Tink of course is concerned with what Zarina is doing, but that’s understandable. She’s a Tinker, not a Dust Keeper. In all likelihood, she’d be on the side of “dust shouldn’t be messed with” because she doesn’t understand it. But Zarina has been shown to be studying Dust for a while, and she clearly had a handle on her alchemy from the moment it started working. The only reason why there was a problem was because she tripped! Sure she was doing a lot at once, but who wouldn’t be excited about their life work suddenly bearing fruit?

So this is where our beef with Gary starts. When Zarina’s plants destroy the dust depot ON ACCIDENT Gary sees the pink dust, and is fearful, not astonished, and what does he do? He fires Zarina. He doesn’t even ask her how she did this, or question if she may have just found Pink Pixie Dust. Nope, just fires her and says she’s too dangerous, doesn’t hear her side of the story at all.

Cut to the end of the movie to explain why I have such a problem with this sparrowman. He fires Zarina, and yeah he may look a little sad in the moment, maybe a bit fearful, but between that moment and the ending where he welcomes Zarina back with open arms and no questions asked, we see NOTHING suggesting that he regrets his decision to fire her. We see him in the crowd at the all season celebration sitting beside Terence and looking happy as ever. So we’re just supposed to accept that he went from “You’re too dangerous, you’re no longer a Dust Keeper” to “Welcome back! Does your talent have a name?” With no context of what he’s been thinking for a year? Heck, to me it feels more appropriate for him to be upset that she was still Tampering with Pixie Dust rather than having learned to not mess with it!

Ok, so how do we make this better? Honestly, one little tiny scene in the all season celebration would have fixed this for me. So, there’s a couple points where the camera is on the crowd and focuses on Clank and Bobble (Yay!!!!) if they had taken just ten seconds to pan the camera off of them and down to where Gary is sitting with Terence, they could have had a somewhat sullen looking Fairy Gary. Terence could ask him “Something wrong Fairy Gary?” He could sigh and say “Zarina would have loved this.” And Terence could nod, understanding. We could see in that moment that Gary regrets sending her away. He misses her. He wants her back. But we never got that. And I think it made Gary’s character suffer.

Here’s another idea that my coworker suggested. Could the movie have taken a moment to show us WHY Gary thinks tampering with Pixie Dust is dangerous? Lets think, Gary has clearly been around for a while. What if he in fact had tampered with Pixie Dust when he was young? What if he was just like Zarina? No, what if he was WORSE than Zarina? What if his experiments caused a real disaster, not just overgrown vines? That could give us a reason behind why he’s so afraid of Zarina’s experiments… her successful experiments. Perhaps if this was Gary’s past, somewhere in that time skip he could have realized that Zarina’s work wasn’t dangerous, that she had actually created something beautiful and extraordinary that could be beneficial to Fairies for years to come. Perhaps this could be why he is so accepting of her when she returns.

Whatever the case may be, I really feel like Fairy Gary was not well written in the Pirate Fairy. Also if there are any deleted scenes that show his remorse or anything like that, PLEASE let me know. I’d love to see them. I want to like Fairy Gary again.

[liviavanrouge]

Beth: *Walks up to Livias room, staring at her* Your Uhm...friend, Daze, is worried about you but he's in high spirits and staying hopeful...

Livia: *Stared at the TV playing cartoons, staying silent*

Deuce: Hey!! *Bangs on the glass* Hey, don't talk to her after what you've done!!!

Beth: We're trying to keep you kids SAFE!

Deuce: YOU KIDNAPPED US!!

Epel: *Comes up to his glass window, banging on it* YEAH, WHAT THE HECK!!

Floyd: This ain't how you keep kids safe, Lady.

Neige: A-Agreed! This is so wrong in so many ways!

Najma: YEAH!! Let us go home!

Beth: Kids, please, if you cooperate with us-

Beth: *Freezes as the lights in Livia's room started flickering*

Deuce: LIV, SHE'S LEAVING!! It's okay!

Epel: *Scowls, things around his room starting to float*

Beth: Alright! Alright....I'm gonna leave, I'll have food and electronics sent to you kids, okay...

Najma: .....Can I have a novel?

Beth: Of course, sweetheart, is there anything else anyone knees

Epel: .....A knife and some apples..

Beth: *Looks at Epel*

Epel: *Glares at her* I like to carve apples into things, can I have it or not.

Deuce: ....I want some gizmos to tinker with

Neige: I'd...like some stuff to see with!

Floyd: .......well..something to distract me would be nice..

Beth: *Smiles* Alright, I will get everything for you all okay

Beth: Livia, would you like anything?

Livia: .........can I have a picture of my family..

Beth: *Nods, sighing in relief* I'll see what I can do

Beth: And...you kids are not prisoners, I'll get you some proper clothes and see what I can do about getting you out of these...cages..

Floyd: *Watches Beth walk away then walks back to his bed, sitting down* What now?

Epel: HAH, No idea but even she saw these rooms as cages..

Neige: *Stares at the others then turns away and sits in a chair*

Livia: Guys, I wanna go home..

Deuce: We know Liv and we're gonna find a way to get that bracelet off you..

Livia: *Stands up and comes to the glass* This room is tight...

Deuce: *Chuckles* Very tight

Livia: *Grabs a book, sitting in a chair*

Deuce: *Walks away from the glass* We gotta get out of here

Najma: Agreed, before we loose our minds..

Epel: Yeah...

~~~~~

Beth: Alright kids, go ahead!

Deuce: WOAH!! *Runs over to a court, finding gym supplies there*

Najma: *Looks through the moves surprised* Wow...

Neige and Epel: *Heads over to the kitchen area, finding snacks there*

Floyd: *Grins dribbling a basketball, playing a round with Deuce*

Beth: Livia, do you not wanna play?

Livia: *Narrows her eyes* ....I wanna go home..

Beth: I know, sweetheart, and I promise you, you'll go home soon...we are just doing some final tests on your spells to figure out which one is what

Beth: Once they're identified, you all can go home and tutors who'll teach you how to cast those spells will visit twice a week

Livia: *Looks at her* Promise...

Beth: I swear on my life, I know I'd be worried sick if someone took my daughter from me, so I will make sure you all go home, safe and sound

Beth: Later we're gonna do some final scans and you go free

Livia: *Nods and hurries away, joining Najma in watching movies*

Beth: *Walks over to a chair and sits down, smiling as she watched the kids*

Floyd: Too slow! *Dodges Deuce and slams the ball into the hoop*

Deuce: Ah, no fair man!!

Neige: *Laughs, eating snacks with Epel, smiling*

Epel: Nice try Deuce!

Najma: *Sits on the ground beside Livia, watching a scary movie and sharing a bowl of popcorn*

Livia: Woah..

Livia and Najma: *Screams when the monster popped out then laughs, smiles on their faces*

@queen-of-twisted @yukii0nna @zexal-club @fair-night-starry-tears @abyssthing198

[rubykgrant]

I don't know why I'm thinking about it, but here are some rambling thoughts I have for Grif and Simmons' surgery-

While Sarge was indeed reluctant to give cool cyborg parts to the lazy soldier, the real issue was; Grif's body had been so crushed and damaged, it needed new organic tissue, there just wasn't time for his body to accept the various cyborg implants, it all would have been rejected. Simmons was a match for him, so he agreed for a "swap", and because Simmons' body wasn't in shock, it was easier for him to become a cyborg. This was especially important in terms of the organs; Grif's body was in too much turmoil for synthetic ones.

Because of different body-types and mass, Simmons had to give up a little extra skin here and there (so although the locations are the same, he has a little more "metal" than it looks like Grif has skin-grafts. Grif's limbs are thicker, so Simmons gave donated more from the shoulder and chest area, and from the waist down for one leg. Simmons also has metallic bits around his eye, down one side of his face, and on that part of the jaw, while Grif mostly has the skin-grafts around his eye and cheek).

A lot of the cyborg parts are experimental junk Sarge had been tinkering with, and spare robot parts for Lopez (which were actually meant as optional bodies for the Alpha AI, so some of them are highly advanced), but Sarge actually had some legit prosthetic organs "just in case" (he was definitely preparing to use these for himself if he ever had to perform surgery on himself). When he talks about using car parts and stuff to fix Simmons up, he's exaggerating to mess with everybody. Even Simmons isn't sure how much of this is true... what if his new heart really DOES have stuff from their coffee maker in it!?

It took a long time for Grif's body to bounce-back, at least in terms of how it all looked. His surgery areas were pale and withered for a while... but by the time they got to Rat's Nest, he had gained back enough weight for his limbs to even-out, and his own melanin was more "absorbed" (still a shade lighter than his natural skin). His own hair grows back in, even in the skin-graft spots. He technically only has the "inner" part of Simmons' eye (Grif is too afraid to ask Sarge what the heck this means), and so the colors of his eyes still match (dark brown/almost black). Simmons naturally got a glowing red cyborg eye, because how could Sarge NOT do that. Way down the road, Grif realizes he's had these mis-matched skin-grafts for half his life, and not only is he used to it, he kind of just... feels like this is "him". Like, if he imagines himself, this is what he sees, and it is sort of... OK.

Bonus Simmons thoughts; he is indeed trans, but he had his own bottom surgery done before he ever joined the military, and never had any top surgery (he had always been flat-chested. he used to still stress about it, over-binding to an unhealthy degree... but after the whole cyborg surgery thing, it weirdly helped him relax about his own body a bit more. he's still anxious about other people SEEING his body, but that's gonna take more time to work through). Sarge is aware he's trans, and just accepts it without any fuss/never brings it up (which Simmons found to be a HUGE relief. it is actually a big sore spot for him to even let people know, to the point he denies being trans in his own head. family problems, dad force-feeding him internalized misogyny, and all kids of other gender/sexuality/body issues have become so ingrained, Simmons just can't imagine TALKING about any of this)

[stars-obsession-pit]

Danny Phantom - Worm fusion

Or well more of a “parahumans AU” of Danny Phantom; pretty much the only thing from Worm is the parahuman power stuff rather than the specific characters/locations being explicitly included. Basically “what if Danny Phantom involved Capes instead of ghosts”

Btw the links throughout this are generally to the wiki pages for things in case anyone is unfamiliar with anything. Or the general wiki links are here (DP) and here (Worm)

Jack and/or Maddie Fenton previously triggered and gained Tinker powers due to their ongoing obsession with trying to prove their scientific theories (which could be about ghosts or be something more Worm-y (e.g. potentially involving alternate earths or trying to find the origin of parahuman powers)).

Those new powers certainly didn’t improve the chaotic nature of their lab, but it did allow them to make far more complex devices.

The biggest of which is in the form of a portal. It’s taken a lot of work to create, but they’re hopeful that it will finally prove them right now that they’ve completed it. Finally make all the hardship they went through (enough to hardship to trigger) worth it.

…Except it fails. They plug it in, and nothing happens.

Well, nothing yet…

Later, their son Danny takes a few steps into the portal frame on a dare, and his hand knocks against a panel on the wall. A huge burst of electricity surges through the structure as a rift tears through the air.

Right on top of his fragile human body.

Energy courses through him as his vision is filled with the impossible sight of countless dimensions, of the near-endless expanse of space, and of gargantuan creatures spiraling through it all.

And then he collapses, the memories of what he saw slipping away from his brain as his new powers settle into his body.

(His parents, if they are nearby, see the visions too. The sight feels familiar, even if they can’t remember why. But any further consideration is shelved when they realize the portal is on.)

More misc thoughts about this idea beyond the cut:

I figure this’d be a setup that leads to getting a Trump power, since the trigger directly relates to another parahuman’s powers. Plus, a Trump power that allows for a bunch of different facets would align with his array of ghost powers from the show.

Specifically, it’d probably fit the “Infinity/Ten” subtype of Trump; those are caused by triggers that involve “a power breaking reality in the vicinity.” I think an unstable portal being opened on top of you should definitely count for that.

…But then idk how one would design a power of that type well. The description of “Power sets nearly limitless in both option and choice” feels hard to design for in a way that isn’t too OP, even with the “but where other large drawbacks often apply” caveat. Mainly from like, the word “limitless” interfering with my ability to tell what restrictions are reasonable.

…although. The subtypes are’t meant to be strict in-universe guidelines; I could just rebalance it based on ideas from other Trump power types that I find easier to conceptualize and it’d be fine even if it’s not “objectively correct” for the Infinity type.

Heck even if I felt that need to strongly justify it, the situation fits pretty close to triggers for the “Four” subtype (power sets that are limited to a few usually weaker/clunkier power options). His parents were obsessive tinkers; powers would have been a factor influencing his life for a while.

Also, outside of Trump power stuff, a Breaker state would make sense to fit closer in line to his ghostly nature from the show. Not 100% sure if that’d fit his trigger, but whatever. Maybe could just argue that the portal mucked with his senses/thoughts enough to justify an intertwined mental aspect of the event, idk.

…oh I just had an idea for what the actual power could be!

What if he has to be in his breaker state to use powers, and he can only select which powers to use at the moment of transformation? Meaning he has to choose his powers before he enters any fights and likely stick with just them for the duration of that fight.

Limits could be imposed based on what he chooses (e.g. if his powers are weaker the more he has active) and how he switches back and forth (he’d have to deactivate all of his powers to swap any out and maybe he has to recharge them before he can access them again, leaving him vulnerable in the meantime).

Might want to limit his power options too (unless just limiting the strength of the powers would be enough), but idk what a good rule for that would be. Like it could just be an arbitrary list of options I guess, but something more distinctive might be interesting. Maybe he has to experience something similar to a power before he can use it? Idk.

Also, outside of his powers, I’m not fully sure how one could best work in an equivalent to the ghost fights from the show. Like they could absolutely just be other capes in Amity Park, but I feel like it’d be cool to connect them to Danny or the portal somehow.

For some possible ideas for that, I guess:

They could have been in a cluster trigger with Danny (as long as the other triggers could be reasonably justified to have coincided with the portal activation)

The portal could have let some Eden material leak through, causing some people in the area to randomly gain powers (and probably mutations too) after consuming anything contaminated

If the portal is a unique phenomenon (e.g. if the straight-up Ghost Zone is included on top of the Worm stuff), the Shards could be incentivized to create more triggers in the area or prod existing hosts towards Amity Park to create more conflict and help them study it

If the portal leads to another world (or periodically connects to multiple other worlds), they could just be “regular” capes but pulled through from there

It wouldn’t be related to that portal incident, but if Vlad Masters was a power-granting Trump (akin to Worm/Ward’s Teacher), the ghost-analogues could be his empowered minions sent after the Fentons

…or they could just still be ghosts I guess, but I’m trying to lean this more on the Worm side of worldbuilding things than DP.

And some even more one-off random thoughts:

The GIW would just be a government-backed group akin to the PRT. Heck they could just be replaced by the literal PRT and Protectorate if it’s meant to be a full-on fusion with Earth Bet

If the portal is causing Eden material to leak through, Amity Park might end up evacuated/made into a quarantine site.

Instead of being given tech by Vlad like in the show, Valerie Gray’s situation could be reworked into a trigger event, with her probably being a vigilante afterwards (like as opposed to joining an actual hero team). Or if you wanted to keep the “given powers” thing in a slightly more directly parahuman-y way, she could get a Cauldron vial (maybe one supplied by Vlad to keep more similarity with the show). (though that would require including Cauldron in the fic too, at least in the background)

Skulker could be a Deviant/Case 53 who is similar to Trainwreck

I guess the implication of Fenton Works existing would be that Jack and Maddie are rogues who are open about their identities

Which could connect to why Danny is hiding his powers from them - unlike the original show, he has no reason to fear them taking the reveal badly, but he could want to keep his cape and civilian identities fully separate and thus not want to tell them lest they reveal it to the public

[fivenightsatfreddysfanfiction]

Random Snippets

Just lil things that popped up in my head that don't go anywhere or are connected to anything, so just have them.

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“If you finish that sentence,” Gregory said aloud in the flattest tone Oswald had ever heard, “I’m going to beat you so bad, they’re gonna name a bill after you, and anyone who reads why it was made will say you had it coming and vote against it.”

Dylan closed his mouth. Oswald felt his face burn. Cassie just grinned at him and nudged him with her elbow, waggling her eyebrows. Sometimes he wondered about his choice of friends.

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When Gregory missed a day of school, there was some concern shared between Cassie and Oswald over what might have happened. When one day became two, became three, the concern became full blown worry. Text messages went unanswered, his mom didn’t show up in person with any explanation, just phoning in and their home room teacher passed on the message of simply ‘Gregory isn’t feeling well’ and then everyone moved on.

Some kids had concerns for him, but Cassie wondered if they cared for Gregory as himself or because of his last name of Afton. She didn’t see anyone else check on him when he was having his headache bouts or bring him medicine or comfort.

On the fourth day, Gregory finally returned to school, a quiet shadow of his usual self, a cast on his right arm and note explaining he’d fallen out of a tree in his backyard. Cassie didn’t buy it for one second, glancing towards Oswald who only pressed a hand to his own left arm, right where the scars of an animatronic bite still lingered.

Something bad had happened, that’s for sure.

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“What the heck, Gregory? I thought you were good with arcade games!” Cassie remarked in surprise, her hands on her hips as she watched the boy sit on top of an arcade cabinet, his legs dangling over the side of the machine.

“Yeah, good at playing them and hackin’ ‘em, not the actual guts of the thing!” Gregory protested, kicking his feet idly, “Vanessa bought these cuz they were on discount in those catalogs she borrowed from Miss Corbett, but they’re old and when they break down we’re stuck without a game until we can get a repair guy out to fix it.”

Oswald popped out from behind the machine, his usual jacket tied around his waist and a circuit board in one hand. Cassie blinked at him, finally realizing the sounds of tinkering coming from the arcade cabinet was from the boy working on it himself. “Is that why you got excited when I said I learned how to fix stuff from watching my dad do general maintenance for side cash?” he demanded with a winded huff. He shook the board up at Gregory as Gregory just looked down at him with a raised eyebrow and crooked grin.

“You’re getting paid, ain’t ya?” he countered. Oswald squinted at him, then sighed and rolled his eyes, setting the board on the arcade machine’s console..

“It got burnt out from a dust build up. I replaced it with a spare I pulled from a machine at that old Freddy’s but you really gotta work on cleaning these more often,” he told the other boy and went back to tinkering inside the cabinet. “You’re lucky I like you enough to do this!” Oswald added as an afterthought, oblivious to Gregory smiling gleefully at his words.

“You’re crazy if you even think about asking me for help there,” Cassie declared when she spotted him turning towards her with a hopeful look. “My dad was a Fazbear technician, not a janitor. Cleaning is your duty.”

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Oswald paused in sipping his soda, mouth still on the straw as he narrowed his gaze at Gregory in disbelief. Beside him, Cassie was doing the same, her head tilted as she looked at the scene before them in Radical Eats, incredulous expression on her face. Gregory just dipped his fries in ketchup and ate them without a care in the world.

“You’re gonna have to explain all this one more time, ‘cause I don’t think I heard you right the first time,” Cassie finally said, gesturing at the mostly empty dining area that was Radical Eats before the lunchtime opening.

“It’s just my family, what’s the big deal?” Gregory replied with a pout, but pointed again anyway, “That’s Vanessa, she’s kind of my mom but we don’t really know for sure cuz we both have amnesia and the records that say she’s my mom were written up by a crazy old lady in a rabbit suit.”

“Rrrrright,” Oswald muttered in that tone that sounded like he was still sure he was being pranked somehow.

“That’s Sydney Herrera, Vanessa’s Not-Boyfriend. She’ll tell you they’re just best friends but she keeps asking him to marry her so she can get bonus financial aid and loans and he keeps saying no,” Gregory went on, pointing to the tall quiet guy dressed as a security guard leaning against a column, “But then he’ll go and do mercenary jobs for a few days to get a bunch of money for her. Last time he did one, he brought me back this chunk of green rock from Guatemala.”

“The one you wanted to bring to show and tell day and he told you if you did that, he’d be arrested for illegal smuggling of gemstones?” Cassie asked him and Gregory sighed in exasperation.

“It’s just a rock, he’s being too paranoid,” he complained, “I put it in my desk drawer anyway.” He pointed to the other guy on his laptop at a dining table. “That’s Sydney’s little brother, Alex. He works as the dayshift guard at Circus Baby’s Pizza and Parties and teaches me stuff about hacking and how to defend against attacks online.” He grinned gleefully, “He’s also a virtual streamer who livestreams games but if I tell you his identity he’ll probably murder me in my sleep. He says the streams help him not be annoyed he’s not a hacker mercenary anymore but he still gets pissed off when Sydney runs away to do jobs.”

“I didn’t think he’d be a virtual streamer type, but I guess it makes sense with how much he likes technology,” Cassie mused aloud. Gregory nodded and then pointed at the kitchen window, where the figure within waved at him with perked up ears.

“And that’s Glamrock Freddy Fazbear,” he said happily, “I stole him from the Pizzaplex and now he’s my sort-of dad figure. He makes most of the pizza for Radical Eats and sometimes he performs but he can be too loud which is why his backup job is being a cook with Sydney and Vanessa.”

“Your family is very.. not conventional,” Oswald said carefully, looking between Freddy and his own plate of pizza. “I’m eating food made by your animatronic dad,” he muttered with a blush, “I feel like that should freak me out more.”

“I feel like we should go back to the Pizzaplex and get Roxy for me,” Cassie said, rubbing her chin thoughtfully, “Can we borrow a truck and a couple of crowbars?”

“Oh I see! She can say ‘let’s borrow stuff’ and nobody says anything!” Oswald exclaimed, throwing up his hands in mock outrage as Gregory laughed, “But me? It’s all ‘nooo, Oz, you can’t borrow something you can only use once!’ Totally unfair.”

[heartbeatbookclub]

I absolutely adore all of your analysis so far, they are so indepth and it feels like you’re able to explain stuff that I’m only able to vaguely think in an abstract sense when it comes to ddlc and dhdhdj so so good

I do wanna say that for you mc analysis, there’s one thing missing. I’m someone who got into ddlc cause of plus so I have hyperfixated on all the lore. While the employees imply that Monika made MC, I don’t think that’s actually true based on what we know about Monika. If she could make a whole character then why couldn’t she make herself a route? Heck in one of her act 3 convos, she can barely change the music before saying “well I just break everything anyway”.

So I believe based on other emails, that it was Ive Laster who made MC since they were the one who wanted to make ddlc a game. In the first meeting notes, we are told that Ive tends to ramble a lot. But in the next one when MC is mentioned in a meeting, they are silent. Another thing is that in one of the ddlc plus trailers, ive is the name of the MC.

It could be said that Ive based it on the stuff in the control group, but the control group was made AFTER the main vm (That’s not how a science experiment should work but ya know, I don’t think they are smart). So really the control group is based on main game first. Honestly so much of the issue of the plus lore is how it’s so convoluted to get, but reading it all on the wiki helped me alot.

Plus seemed to add a new sense of horror to the og, the horror of knowledge that one plagued Monika is now plaguing the player as we have all this information but can do nothing to help them. I think the idea of MC being made by someone else adds this new layer to him along with this new layer of horror. But that’s more just my own thoughts on it that I thought you may find interesting along with all the lore from above.

Anyway, I hope you have a good day! Your post are great and I’ll make sure to keep up with coil more!

aw, thanks anon! i often find it difficult to find the exact way to explain what i'm thinking when i do analysis like i have on this blog, so i'm glad i can at least help to put it into words for other people who have even more trouble with it than i do.

as for the rest of your statement...i think you make a compelling point. full disclaimer; a lot of my knowledge on what's presented in + outside of the full text of the side stories is secondhand, and when talking about the original game, i think it's important to keep in mind that my reference for most of this is my playthrough with my friends back in like...2017-18ish a little after the game came out...? aheh, i won't lie, though i am rather obsessive in the course of scouring information i remember via the wiki/elsewhere to verify i'm not just making it up, putting off my replay of the og game has not been helpful for me.

i think it's very much up in the air as to how much influence that Monika actually has over the game, which is something i talked about in my analysis of Natsuki in the Side Stories. in my opinion, what + demonstrates more than anything is that in whatever she DID do in the main game, she mostly worked with material that was already there to make things easier on her. one of the things i based that claim on was the reference of the Protagonist in the Side Stories, but it's not a necessary claim, and in fact, i think you do make a good point in how it's unlikely that she'd be able to do this (at the very least, by herself) based on what's been shown of her ability in the game.

i think, in regards to your comment on the reference to MC in the Side Stories, it's important to consider the wider conceit of DDLC--i have a deeper analysis i'm tinkering around with on terms of it as an exploration of fiction vs the concept within the "universe", but that's another story--namely, all of the girls aren't (or at least, are heavily implied not to be) just static fictional characters following a pre-written script, they're genuine artificial intelligence!

this is part of what i meant when i said that the Side Stories demonstrate the raw character of each of the girls independently of any 4th wall shenanigans--within the world of Doki Doki Literature Club, they're essentially just people living in the confines of a computer, and therefore have essential, largely immutable character traits which exist within some fundamental essence of what makes them who they are. i think there are a shitload of really, really terrifying things this opens the door to if you really think about its nature (independently of DDLC, i've personally had longform discussions with a friend about the morality and potential horrors which would exist within a similar universe concept, and it's somewhat ubiquitous in a lot of sci-fi universes), but like i said, that's a different discussion entirely!

what i'm trying to suggest here is that it's likely that Sayori's relationship to the Protagonist is something inherent to her character, so it doesn't necessarily have to be something gleaned entirely from the Side Stories.

of course, this is all post hoc reasoning with what we're given! occam's razor suggests that it's actually just likely that (given that DDLC was written and released a long while prior to the Side Stories) they didn't necessarily plan every part of this from the outset, so some things just naturally seem to fit together a little weirdly, with little details added here and there just for flavor! i think that given the nature of the entire thing (and how Dan Salvato has talked about DDLC and the statements he's given with about in universe details in the past), it's unlikely that every single element of this was planned out from the word go.

this might be a bit of a controversial opinion, but there's a lot about how + handles the lore of ddlc that i didn't really like, just because it adds a whole new layer of lore and context, which soured a lot of my impressions, because the original game really flourished in its simplicity. that said, with all that's been given in the Side Stories and the deeper layers to the actual horror which are now visible in the original game, i think it pretty well makes up for it!

awa, i didn't plan for this to become an entire essay in itself...but i do appreciate this kind of thing! i really like digging deep into what's explicitly provided in canon to get a deeper understanding of the characters and universe as it's actually been shown, so any encouragement and correspondence related to either my analysis or my opinions in general are welcome! honestly, i'm also welcome to read others' analysis like this, because i like to see when people read deep into it like i do! typically it ends up reshaping how i see the entire thing, and it sorta just makes my heart happy to get people thinking about this stuff!

i think, as a last thought, if MC is actually conscious in any way similar to the other girls (which I think is a definite possibility, given his ability to respond in contexts impacted by Monika's manipulation, even if barebones), it actually makes him a very interesting character in his simplicity. i know that Dan Salvato doesn't see him as one, but i think it'd make for an interesting study in a fanfic or something.

i hope you also have a good day anon (even though it's 2 am here as i'm writing this...) and you BETTER KEEP UP W/IT I PUT MY HEART N SOUUL INTO THAT BABY (/lh /hj i'm just glad other people are liking it, even if it's just silent kudos :))

[changingplumbob]

York Household: Chapter 9, Part 5

Deanna and Paris have some time to talk amidst Deanna's university schedule.

The Yorks are Italian so if you see them using words that don't look like English it's Italian, or what google assures me is Italian. Caro/Cara: Dear Buongiorno: Good morning Piccolo: Little one Tesoro: Treasure Nonno: Grandfather Nonna: Grandmother Si: Yes Grazie: Thank you Per Favore: Please Buon Compleanno: Happy Birthday

Post brunch the household do their own activities. Kelly does some more biking around the neighbourhood, loving the feel of flying down the hills, almost able to imagine he’s skiing again. Deanna begins work on her projects. She has one presentation and one term paper to work on, getting both drafted up. Paris goes for another run to try clear her mind.

Following dinner Deanna wants to have a practice run at her presentation. What better sim to ask for tips than Devin? She begins to talk through her work, encouraged by her smiling sister.

Deanna: So, what did you think

Devin: I understood very little, but that’s just because I’m more arts minded than... was this physics?

Deanna: *laughs* don’t worry about the content, I need presenting tips

Devin: Your smile was good but your posture could do with some work. Straight back, head high. Act like you know what you’re talking about even if you have doubts and whoever you’re presenting to will believe you

Deanna: Thanks sis

Devin: Just keep practicing your key points and you’ll sail through it

Paris: Hey De, can we talk

Deanna: Sure baby. What’s on your mind?

Paris: I’m struggling. I don’t know what to do to fill my days

Deanna: You’re creative right? Maybe start making stuff to sell on plopsy

Paris: I guess I could…

Deanna: But that’s not the answer you were looking for

Paris: Not really

Deanna: Paris, I can’t read your mind

Paris: I know and I’m not asking you to

Deanna: If you’re worrying about something then tell me. We’re in a relationship, we’re supposed to be able to communicate

Paris: I don’t think I know who I am and I don’t think you know who I am either

Deanna: What the heck is that supposed to mean

Paris: Well you’re smart. You love robots. You care about you family and your friends. You want to help others, especially if they can’t help themselves. And me… I’m just blonde

Deanna: That’s what you’re worried about

Paris: Yes

Deanna: You have personality baby

Paris: Really? Then what the hell is it? Because I’ve been thinking and I can’t come up with anything except orphan slash girlfriend

Deanna: What’s got in to you

Paris: I want to be a person

Deanna: You are a person

Paris: Not like Devin who is dramatic. And not like Reece who has a passion for nature. I want to figure out who I am

Deanna: I’ll tell you who you are. You are my adorable girlfriend. If you want to figure out more about yourself then start trying things. I didn’t know I loved tinkering until I started doing it

Paris: *sighs* Right. I try new things…

Deanna: And you can always revisit old things you love. Like me… in our bedroom…

Paris: *giggles* After you

The two woohoo and fall asleep. In the morning Paris is first up. Despite having talked to Deanna she still feels unstuck but perhaps that’s a normal post high school feeling.

Paris begins her morning run, doing her best to clear her head. For what must be the millionth time she wishes she had her parents to talk to.

Calista is doing a workout before her shift and notices that the apple tree has finally produced some apples. Perhaps tonight or tomorrow her and Aaron will be able to start properly making nectar.

When Deanna heads out for a run before the university grind begins properly she thinks back on her argument with Paris. Maybe she hadn’t been sensitive enough. She wasn’t trying to dismiss her girlfriends doubts but was concerned it might have come across that way.

Paris: Hey Calista, need any help up here

Calista: I’m running late for work but I have to pick these berries

Paris: I could do that, help out

Calista: Oh grazie, see you later

Paris looks at the garden. Dirt under her fingernails isn’t her first choice but Deanna said she should try.

Deanna: You’re gardening?

Paris: Making myself try new things

Deanna: I didn’t mean… are we okay

Paris: We had woohoo, we’re fine

Deanna: Yeah but it wasn’t like the best we’ve had, it was tense

Paris: Did you come up here just to criticise my woohoo technique

Deanna: No. I wanted to have a proper conversation but I see you’re being childish

Paris: Just following your instructions babe

Deanna: Look, I know I’ve been busy with uni and you probably feel like you’ve been left on your own. That wasn’t my intention. I want you to feel at home

Paris: I know you do. You keep saying it and I am trying to feel it

Deanna: So, can I take you on a date?

Paris: What?

Deanna: I’ve got time and there’s that cute food shop in town. Please, I want to spend time with you

Paris: Sure. Just let me wash this dirt from under my nails first

Deanna: Deal

Deanna: Two scones for me and my girlfriend please

Vendor: Here you go ladies

Paris: This is nice De, you always look after me

Deanna: Happy to do it. I love you after all

Paris: *smiles* Thanks

Deanna: Do you want to brainstorm some more things for you to try?

Paris: Maybe later. I just… want to enjoy being with you

Deanna: You softie

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[msdrprofessorjessica]

Five Nights At Freddy's: Alchemists Apathy Introductory Post

I don't know if you would call this a mega post but I do plan on making one of those in the future. This is moreso a follow up to the post I posted earlier today as well as last night at like twelve in the morning. It's now ten pm and I hope this doesn't take too long. I guess it is also a reiteration as well but it's more in depth.

Ever since I was a wee lad, and by wee lad I mean 9 years old, I have been pretty much obsessed with Fnaf, sure, there was a point where I stopped paying attention to the franchise (Fnaf 4 and World times were tough for me) but I always bounced back and have been loving the franchise since. I soon became a writer around my teenage years and have improved greatly, but have always been afraid of showing off my work to the world. (I pray to god my lost media stays lost I'm sorry no one needs to suffer that cringe). But I have made countless AU's, countless stories of Fnaf and as of recent, huge thanks to my friends on discord (who might not see this post but if they do I hope they know who they are) as well as my therapist, I have started to dip my toes into sharing my works with the interwebs and the people on it. I dipped my toes in sharing one of my works on Deviantart (lmao) and ArchiveOfYourOwn. I thought I would do the same thing here but I've been tinkering away with an AU idea that I think we would be really interesting to share, even if there is some controversial stuff added. Well... I don't know if it's controversial or not until the general public decides but it is mostly considered controversial.

This AU encompasses all Five Nights At Freddy's games, including spin-offs. Books and the movie are not included within this AU, aside from The Week Before. So everything here in this list will be in this AU:

Five Nights At Freddy's Five Nights At Freddy's 2 Five Nights At Freddy's 3 Five Nights At Freddy's 4 Five Nights At Freddy's World Five Nights At Freddy's Sister Location Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria Simulator Freddy In Space 2 Five Nights At Freddy's VR: Help Wanted Five Nights At Freddy's AR: Special Delivery Five Nights At Freddy's Security Breach Five Nights At Freddy's Security Breach: Ruin Freddy In Space 3 Five Laps At Freddy's Five Nights At Freddy's: Into The Pit Five Nights At Freddy's: The Week Before (Book) Five Nights At Freddy's: Secret Of The Mimic

Now that's the main series including the spin-offs, here is what you can look forward to for the Fanverse side of things... which I could have included in the list since they are also official spin-offs but whatever:

Five Nights At Candy's Five Nights At Candy's 2 Five Nights At Candy's 3 Five Nights At Candy's 4 FNAC Fur Popgoes Evergreen Popgoes Arcade: The Dead Forest & The Machinist myPopgoes! The Joy Of Creation Five Nights At Freddy's: Plus

Yeah, the last one is a controversial one. I was always a little interested in Plus, even if it kinda was a spite game. I think I found an interesting way to add it in while also paying homage to other types of games that followed a similar format, that being a remake of Fnaf 1.

While we will only focus on these games, to pay homage to other fangames I grew up with, there may be dedicated posts for certain fangames where I get to talk about them for my AU as well as maybe teach you some information about these games you never knew... or maybe you never heard of them until now, I'm not sure how many people know about Six Horror's at all lmao. Here is a small list of what you can expect!:

Five Nights At Treasure Island The Return To Freddy's Fazbear's Return Jolly Dormitabis

These are just some of the fangames that you will be able to see, some may be controversial, I'm expecting some heads to be lifted when they see "Dormitabis". It might ring a few alarms but trust me, I'm not Blackout and I never will be. And if you don't know who that is or what the heck a Dormitabis means, you sweet innocent child don't look it up. ANYWAY, how about some actual information about your AU, huh Jess?

The AU does feel a little closer to the Fnaf story so if someone is looking for some dramatic retelling where it's so different and Freddy is blue and Foxy is replaced by Chipper except he's not and Chipper is replaced in lore by a snake or something, I deeply apologize. You got your favorite human characters as well as your favorite animatronic characters. There's enough there I feel to differentiate them from canon like the children outside of Susie having, well, depth. William is not a caring father and there are slight, and I mean, ever so slight hints of Willry, but I have never been a fan of Willry so if anyone out there is looking for Willry, you may see it every once in a blue moon but it's not happening. Ships will be a thing though, either straight up in the tags, possibly hinted, or shown in writing.

A diverse cast of characters. You got your straight white people, you got your cis people, but you also have trans people (like me :3), as well as black, asian, gays, lesbians, non binary's, and much more that I think I would be here forever trying to list what there is and what characters are what. Safe to say, there's a lot going on. I have done a lot of research to make sure I'm not stereotyping or hurting anyone's feelings.

Wholesome moments but remember, this is a horror AU. I'll make sure there is a balance between horror and wholesomeness. That way, you can have your sillies being silly, your ships being in love, but at the same time, you can also have your BLOODSHED! YOUR ANIMATRONICS SHOVING PEOPLE INTO SUITS! YOUR DEMONS ESCAPING FROM THE UNDERWORLD! So yeah, look out for all that.

A mega post... eventually. I plan on having a mega post so that way things can be easily accessible for anyone. I also plan on having one of my best friends brother draw some art for me... maybe. I'm sick right now and can't come up with a good decision (I'm coughing up a lung while writing this) and I'm really picky about the artstyle of this AU.

References! Enough said, some characters from the books may be taken and given a new purpose, other characters may be one off.

Animatronic characters having enough screentime as the human characters. I always found it weird how most AU's never talked about the animatronics themselves, mostly the Afton's or the Emily's. Well this AU will be giving characters (hopefully) equal screentime. So if you like other characters outside of the main two families, are tired of good ol coffee shop slop Alive AU's, or just want to see the animatronics do cool horror or fun stuff, this is the AU for you.

The Alchemists will have an apathy. This is just a fun jab at my best friend, I stole the name from a canceled project. Be happy it wasn't Twisted Truth... wait-

Character profiles, art, and writing works! All three will hopefully be here for the AU, just to make things interesting. Writing works will mostly encapsulate short stories, maybe sometimes be connected to one another but will mostly be their own thing each time, tackling many different corners of the AU. I will make sure to tell you what is a sequel story and what is not.

The Fnaf cast is still here :D

There we go, a better introduction post. Hopefully when I feel better I will probably post some stuff about the AU. I do plan on going on a small vacation soon so I'll try to get to a master post and such as soon as I can. That's all, take care!

[c0smiccom3t]

A Lemur's Current Duty

"Yes, yes! The kind we keep shut! We have to go through, find my siblings, and fix this before some putz with a big evil plan and a bigger ego does something monumentally stupid!"

[Meanwhile... In the villains' base, Cortex is scratching his butt, yawning. After that, the mad scientist walks away, still tired, or bored. N. Tropy, meanwhile, is standing before his rift generator, monologuing. in the meantime, Ryonna, sat down with her legs crossed and her arms behind their head, is leaning on a device which Cortex starts to tinker.]

N. Tropy: Uka Uka unknowingly paved the way for our bright future. Once my Rift Generator is complete, dominion over all of time and space will be within our grasp!

[While he's saying that, Cortex silently mocks him by doing a "blah blah blah" hand gesture. Typical of him, of course. Except, Ryonna starts to silently snirk at it, since she thought it was pretty funny. Once they feel like N. Tropy is turning his head at them, they stop doing that and get back to what they're previously doing while N. Gin and N. Brio are walking towards Cortex]

Dr. Neo Cortex: N. Gin, N. Brio... You had some little projects you wanted to tell me about?

N. Gin: Master, my mechanical marvel will hypnotize you an army!

N. Brio: And my potion will make me-- (ahem!)--Them unstoppable.

[Cortex, uninterested, keeps tinkering with the device. Ryonna in the meantime is just waving "Bye-bye" at them while having a smug smile on her face.]

Dr. Neo Cortex: Right, yeah, fine, sure, have fun with your... Rayguns or whatever.

[As N. Gin and N. Brio turn to head to their respective rifts, they bump into each other. N. Brio angrily tries to kick N. Gin, only for N. Gin to dodge and bite down on his shin.]

N. Tropy: Hasten your steps!

[After that, N. Gin and N. Brio stay away from each other and go to their respective rifts. N. Gin runs while N. Brio is just waving the pompous peacock off, annoyed.]

N. Tropy: By my calculations, our enemies are already moving against us. And We. Will. Prevail...

[N. Tropy smiles menacingly, but then he of course, in the middle of his moment, gets interrupted by the sound of a stereo, playing a song. His eye twitches as he turns around to see Ryonna rocking out while Cortex is still tinkering with the device, meanwhile, the lemur lady is humming a little, as well as banging her tail on the ground to the beat while the music plays. N. Tropy gets annoyed. As he turns around he notices what's Ryonna doing, along with noticing a boombox stereo next to her, playing the music, suddenly he shoots the boombox, reducing it into ash, Ryonna of course gets startled when he did that, and so does Cortex, Ryonna then turns at him annoyed]

Ryonna: Hey, that was my boombox!

N. Tropy: So? I thought we agreed that you wouldn't fool around.

Ryonna: This isn't called fooling around, it's called minding your own business. Besides, what are we supposed to do anyway, tinker with stuff and do nothing?? I came here to break a leg and some bones! So, where's the action, where's the thrill, WHERE ARE THE EXPLOSIONS?!

N. Tropy: If you want to do something then how about you do something productive and not slack off at once?!

Ryonna: I'm not slacking, i'm relaxing. And heck, I don't even know what to do before our enemies get here! So, what's the point if i got nothing to do?

[N. Tropy snarls at her. Annoyed on how she's talking to him like an impulsive thrill-seeking moron. But then he gets an idea on what she would do.]

N. Tropy: Now that you question that last part, I do have a task for you.

Ryonna: FINALLY, That's all I was asking for! Now, what's it gonna be? Break intruders' bones, get some rare but powerful treasure, test out the rift generator, capture some people, guard the entire base top to bottom, build deadly traps, or maybe--?!

N. Tropy: It's none of them.

Ryonna: Uuuugh!

N. Tropy: Though i've got one question for you... Have you ever experienced with technology before?

Ryonna: Tech-no-lo... Wait a second, of course i have experience! Though it's been a long time since i've worked with technologic stuff, but i gotta say im a FAN! All the tinkering, all the coding, all the calculating, it's just so futuristic and that's definitely my aesthetic as a whole along with my tough-as-steel version o' it, y'know, one time i hacked into a supercomputer and despite a few errors here and there I successfully ran out of the scene with a USB Disk full of important information inside my back belt pouch! More importantly, I do recall that time I--

[While the ringtailed huntress continues on with her infodumping about her experience for technology, Cortex is quite suprised on what she's telling... Which causes him to have an inner monologue and talk to himself inside his mind]

Dr. Neo Cortex: Wait, how does this oversized furball have involvement in technology..?! She can steal treasure... And she's a genius, too?! As if the bounty hunting part wasn't enough... I don't know if i'm starting to like her... Or HATE her!

[Cortex of course, enrages a little during that last part. But in the meantime, Ryonna is still rambling on and on]

Ryonna: And more importantly I knew about the codes about deactivating a radioactive machine that was gonna--

[N. Tropy groans while facepalming in annoyance, Ryonna then stops talking after noticing that]

Ryonna: Oh, I-i'm sorry, was I talking too much?

N. Tropy: A lot. [Ryonna of course, after he says that, starts to pout while having puppy dog eyes, indicating that she feels bad for talking too much]

N. Tropy: No matter though, because this task will certainly be of your interest.

[N. Tropy then puts a technologic device which is used like a monitor to watch the bandicoots' every move. Ryonna, looks at it, extremely confused]

N. Tropy: Now, I want you to keep an eye on the marsupials through this device, in which you'll have to watch the progress our enemies are making, and if something happens to our two comrades, you'll have to notify me. Do you understand?

Ryonna: .... I really don't. THATS IT?! JUST MONITORIZING THEM LIKE THEY'RE BABIES?! I Thought it was something else that had to do with tech! Though... I do think it would be good to me now that i think about it... Hold on, why don't you also do it? I could help making the rift generator, after all i did say-

N. Tropy: Look. Ryonna, I do know you want to help me but the rift generator HAS to be worked on by somebody who knows how it's features work, more especially how time travel and interdimensional travel work. And you working on it? Honestly, I dont see it in you, you may be experienced with bounty hunting, technology and anything else you may mention, but time and space?! I don't think so. I am the master of time itself, and I shall get to work on it. In the meantime, you stay alert on our enemies, Cortex will keep doing... Whatever in the world he's doing, and I'll make sure the rift generator is complete. Have we come clear on this one, Ringtail?

[Ryonna looks disappointed, but yet she doesnt have no fear, she tries to stand up to him, but she fails to. she just sighs and looks away]

Ryonna: I... Yes, doctor.

N. Tropy: Good. Now, get to work.

[Her ears floop down in disappointment, she then gets close to the device and starts to look at it, beggining to watch the bandicoots' every move, all while still looking bored.]

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 - you're here! Chapter 3

[il3x]

[clears throat]. okay. chrisposting time. warning: mostly bullshit, I'm just saying stuff. poking characters with sticks to see how they react.

The internal experience of Chris disguising his power was much more like Lab Rat having a second trigger that reconfigured his power into a Changer ability than like, say, Gallant passing himself off as a Tinker. He's a different person than Lab Rat was before he died*, and Changer literalises his trauma in a way that Tinker no longer does.

Consider some hypotheticals:

You die, and your consciousness is recreated in an unfamiliar, immature, barely-human body. Recreating you damages this body. You're a crude facsimile of who you used to be, with the body's own independent selfhood bleeding around the corners. You gain the power to transform into monstrous reinterpretations of other capes, fixed predetermined forms, damaging and altering your body in the process.

Or how about:

You're trapped in a Tinker's lab, forced to impose artificially heightened emotions on yourself in an endless cycle. This process is grafting an alien consciousness onto yours, engraving new memories into you, replacing you. You gain the ability to transform your body, with each transformation coupled to a fixed emotional state. The transformation potential renews in a day/night cycle.

Sound familiar? I don't know about you, but I can picture these in the weaverdice Changer doc.

On a meta level, this is the same ol' powers=trauma extended metaphor, like how vial capes still get ironic powers. In-universe, I think the decision to disguise his powers - and to disguise them as a fixed-emotional-state, cyclically renewing Changer form with permanent impacts on his body! - had a subconscious emotional motive, as well as being pragmatic. Heck, he states that the body alteration aspect, at least, has an emotional motive:

“And the side effects of your transformations, and your insistence on transforming yourself?  Is that optimizing too?” (...) “That stuff’s for fun,” he told her.

But really, narratively, characterisation-wise, this serves the purpose of a second trigger. Heck - I can pinpoint the trigger moment:

All the power elements I described in the hypotheticals culminate in this moment, when he first uses his power like a Changer. And four paragraphs later, we get this:

Maybe when he was looking for artistic inspiration, he would do something similar to this form.  No need to tie things down, but if he was going to pretend to be a changer, it would be best to appear like someone who didn’t have all of the choices in the world.

the decision to disguise his powers.

Or, in this interpretation, the new power. Reconfigured (applies only to the self), re-classified (Changer). It is altered, this alteration is caused by a traumatic event happening to the parahuman; it's just that the alteration is forced by his conscious mind, not his Shard and Corona. Later, I think he does get closer to Lab Rat's power, but he sticks with this for most of what I've read.

Don't ask for a conclusion, I've exhausted my brain rations for tonight.

TLDR: Chris/Lab Rat is an honorary second-trigger cape, at least for a while, and Changer is absolutely an accurate classification.

*As Chris himself says, "We could debate it all session.  Oh wait!  We have!". But for the purposes of this post - a different person, of whom Lab Rat constitutes a part.

[chickenpeep77]

The development of my au Marx

I watched some character analysis type videos and felt the urge to do a deep dive on my au Marx's development and stuff. Many many words under cut.

My previous major hyperfixations were the protagonists and worlds of two of my favorite ps2 games Spyro, and Scaler. (There was also Pokemon and Digimon but I didn't have a central character I latched onto with these.) More with Scaler than Spyro, I tinkered with the character some to make what I guess would be an au but I didn't know that was a thing yet.

It was the summer before I think either my second or third year of high school; I'd be around 15 or 16, when my siblings discovered there was a Kirby anime and decided to watch it. Then I obtained a hyperfixation on Kirby. (Even before this, I enjoyed Kirby games.) Rather quickly, this shifted over to Marx. Originally he was round like a regular Kirby character; then over time made changes: removed shoes because I dislike wearing shoes, gave him claws on feet and then arms with claws (unaware of manga Marx.), made the bow tie just for special occasions, randomly thought to myself what if I made Kirby characters not round; resulting in an anxiety attack and then major redesigns. Marx's not round redesign was in development hell for a long while, maybe even more than a year; it was a miserable time as I took my major perfectionism plunge into realistic anatomy and physiology. His body was gradually stretched out and head shrunk until I have my current design which I really like so it was worth it in the end.

Not sure why I decided that he used to be one of Kirby's species altered by Nightmare's underlings. It did add some tasty angst as I was an edgy ish teen getting into grimdark. And my decision to make him a regenerative immortal was partly based on 'how the heck could he have possibly survived Nova otherwise' and I guess partly something to do my interest in whump starting as a strangely(?) young age. He can go on all these dumb reckless adventures and reap the consequences of his actions, sometimes involving military involvement. There's also this conflict between his nature; influences, and wanting to belong; not be shunned and feared as a monster.

I'm with the group that believes that Marx had his powers before Nova. (Nova just temporarily increased his power level.) The game called his winged form his 'true form' like this was something he already had. Also how else could he have gotten to space?

I later added Magolor so he could have a permanent found family. He was more of a more serious foil until I started being on Tumblr and got influenced by others Magolors and realized how his character actually was. (How did I miss that??) Decided to have Magolor be immortal too, if he tends to join Marx on his misadventures sometimes he'd need it. Later realized this immortality kinda fits in with canon lore more than I thought, as Magolor and Marx seem to be the only antagonists who seemed to meet their ends in their original games yet come back later (there's also dark meta knight but he's not the hyperfixation).

I enjoy daydreaming with my Marx. Putting him in situations. When I watch shows I like I imagine him in there. So he gained the ability to travel to other universes. He just travels and goes on adventures. He wants to use his powers for good. To be liked. To belong somewhere. He doesn't really seem to have an end goal. Its just off to the next adventure. He's kind of purpose less, but I guess that's the point. He's searching for a purpose. He has no idea who or what he is. Magolor has a purpose. He's charting stars on the Lor; searching for his home world and to save his family and right wrongs. Maybe become a benevolent ruler to guide his species out of conflict and into peace and unity. Make sure no one else has to go through what he did when he still lived there.

My Marx is also a power fantasy thing to me. Not just the super powers. Parts of him feel like over corrections for my mental/sensory issues. I have a limited list of things I can eat, partly due to my sensitive stomach causing me pain from things, some processed stuff especially processed sugary baked goods (even just a small piece with some things) that the majority of people have no problem with. If I eat a non organic banana I feel Off. (My mom actually agrees she does too????) I can't eat oranges due to the pesticide nonsense or whatever they put on it - makes stomach hurt. (Glad to have a garden so I can at least have vegetables and strawberries some.) City water makes my stomach hurt. Lactose intolerant (why does dairy make my ears and throat itchy too????). I have contamination ocd and any thought about bugs/etc potentially being in my food makes me nauseous. My Marx can eat whatever the heck he wants, including things in the garbage and plenty of bugs. Blood and guts and old carrion? Absolutely! Drinks puddle water and is fine! No stomach aches from the biggest bunch of sugary processed mess! More sugar actually makes him more powerful! Nothing is safe! He can be filthy and sleep on the ground - he doesn't care! You adventure all the time you need to get used to a low standard of living, after all. Often what he considers a bath is just playing in a lake or river for a while. I have hyper empathy, making me distressed about fictional animals (mostly birds), and broken things, and fictional broken things, and objects in general sometimes. Marx can be all destruction and violence and hunting things in the woods to eat.

Although we share having anxiety and depression.

I like to try to enjoy my dreams, and I often end up playing as my Marx as soon as I realize I'm dreaming. Its fun to fly fast.

More info on my Marx here

[monstersinthecosmos]

Thought I’d ask here. I’ve been loving Scrivener so far!! It’s actually improving my writing tempo a lot and I love the option to slice everything into little bits that don’t overwhelm me. Anyway onto the question. Is there any way to share the document, like a link or any downloaded version ? Me and Eva would also love some option for active cowriting but I have a feeling that won’t work, unless…? Thank you for you answers

As far as I'm aware, they don't have any collaborative functions as of now, which makes this a little fuckin annoying!

I don't really write collaboratively with anyone but I do often park my WIPs into Google docs so that I can open them easily on other computers (like I write at home in Scriv and then make a copy so I can tinker on my work computer instead of working lol) and in that case it's just adding the extra steps of copy & pasting your session back into the other software. It would make it a little trickier to keep your projects organized in gdocs the way Scriv can, but that kinda leaves Scriv as your home base, and gdocs where you can get messy and collaborate.

I think you could also sort of park links to your gdocs in the Scriv notes in the side panel or find other interesting ways to create a navigation system, that way like, if you split your chapters into different gdocs or anything like that you can park all the links in Scriv so you can see what the heck you're doing, which I think is part of the reason you were looking for more organized software to begin with!

Good luck with it and have fun! Scriv has so many functions I haven't even had to use and it has so many tools for keeping your shit organized, I'm sure you can find a way to park a tab of your links and stuff! Otherwise you just have to take the extra step to back things up into one space or the other when you're done working!