#vincent heliotrope

[sweetdreamfallx]

Night Terror Redemption (AU)

So I made art of this AU (not canon, just fanon). There are many references in this. Like art itself looking like old Night Terror cover, loss of Darren in story, idea of Jester's cards from "Deadpool and Wolverine" movie character called "Gambit", "Redemption" title is from a music with the same title made by Savant from album "Alchemist 2" (I love their music) (also old Night Terror title like "Hero from the past" was also a music title made by Savant from album "Vario"). Hope you all got nostalgia from it, and I hope you'll like it (it took me days to make).

(Also check out Savant's music. It is really great.)

[fivenightsatfreddysfanfiction]

Sing The Song of Sorrow and Grieving

Vanessa and Sydney take Gregory to see Vincent about a recurring dream that keeps interrupting sleep for them all. Vincent looks into it, but what he finds is especially confusing...

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“So another nightmare issue?” Ven murmured, sketching a few more lines of his concept design to get the idea on paper before the start of the session. Vanessa and Sydney sat together on one sofa while Gregory lay on the other, the boy watching him with faint interest while propped up with throw pillows. “My sister said she helped out that friend of yours. Didn’t say for what and Vincent does that whole client confidentiality thing, but I could sense that whatever went on, it seemed to go well for him.” He glanced up and managed a quick smile, “So I guess what I’m trying to say is that, if you had any worries about him, you can relax. Extra stress from other factors could affect the nightmares and make it a little bit harder for Vincent to pinpoint the issue.”

“That’s good. And yeah, I already know what he went through, it’s fine,” Gregory replied and sighed, relaxing into the cushions and pillows, “He’s a nice guy. Dunno how he got caught up in Fazbear Entertainment’s shit but at least he didn’t lose anything important.” He shrugged a little, “And calling what I got a ‘nightmare’ doesn’t really seem like it fits. It’s just a weird dream, not really all that scary. Just.. weird.”

“Whatever it is, it’s happening often enough that you keep coming to our room and waking Sydney up for hot chocolate,” Vanessa said worriedly, sharing a glance with the man beside her. He signed a response and her frown deepened. “Yeah, I know you don’t mind getting up to comfort him, but I think we’d all rest easier if we sorted out what’s causing the nightmare so he doesn’t lose sleep so much.”

“I’ll sleep when I am dead,” Gregory intoned, hands folded neatly over his stomach. His mouth twitched into a smile and he laughed when the three adults stared at him in muted horror. “What?! I was joking! C’mon!” he declared. Sydney signed again and Gregory pouted. “How was I supposed to know we’re almost out of those chocolate things you use? You keep them up on that shelf where I can’t get to it!” he complained and threw his hands up, “Not my fault I’m short!”

“Still, Vanessa has a good point,” Ven told him, closing up his sketchbook and setting it aside, “Sooner we sort out why you have this recurring dream, the sooner you’ll be able to sleep through the night. You won’t grow if you don’t sleep.” Gregory rolled his eyes and Ven just chuckled, sitting back and taking a deep breath. He relaxed and withdrew mentally, feeling the slight mental brush of Vincent drifting past to take over as he faded into sleep.

“Before we begin, I have to remind you of the starting procedure, just so we’re all on the same page,” Vincent said calmly, eyes kept mostly closed as he remained relaxed in his chair, “Gregory, you relax and let yourself feel like you’re getting ready to sleep. I’ll connect with my Remnant and knock to let you know I’m ready to enter your dream.”

“Okay, just remember. It’s not scary, just.. weird,” Gregory repeated with a slight strain on his voice, “So, maybe it really isn’t that deep. I’m only doing this cuz Vanessa doesn’t sleep well without Sydney and I kinda feel bad taking him away so much.”

“Oh my god, Gregory, I’m fine,” Vanessa sighed in exasperation, flopping back on the sofa while Sydney just gave her a fond grin, like he was used to being pulled back and forth between them.

“Relax, and rest,” Vincent said again firmly, reaching out with his Remnant to gently touch onto Gregory’s mind, prodding at his defenses to be let in. There was a slight bit of resistance, then a pull, and then everything went dark.

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The neon color Vincent expected was far muted than usual, the Pizzaplex atrium thick with fog clinging to the walls and drifting around the floor, obscuring the 80’s aesthetic of the building. As he waited for the check Gregory’s mind did to be sure he was safe -the static felt oddly pricklier than usual-, he watched the performance on the stage with uncertainty. Something seemed.. off.. about it.

Glamrock Freddy wasn’t front and center this time; instead he was more towards the back of the stage, sitting on the floor in the shadows of the curtains and looking down at his feet, head tilted aside as if in contemplation. The space he usually took was left empty, though there was the faintest shadow of something moving in his place, bear-shaped but not quite. Vincent could only really see the edges of some figure, where the spotlight could catch for a moment, outlining ears, a hat, a microphone clutched in a hand.

Chica played her guitar with the same enthusiasm, often sweeping her hand up into a gesture that looked like she was holding something there, palm up and flat, while she swayed in place. On the other side of the empty space, Monty barely played his own guitar, plucking at strings stiffly and looking away from the empty space. His jaws were taped shut, bound in several layers of silvery color, as if whoever did that didn’t trust him to have an open mouth for any amount of time. There was a faint and flickering ghost-like figure transposed over him, edges appearing in the light like the shadow in Freddy’s place to show longer, taller ears over his head, like a rabbit was meant to be there.

Roxy also seemed less energetic as she played her keytar, her hand on the keys held strangely, fingers pressed together tightly and curled over the ivories, shaped like she was trying to scoop at them and tapping with just her fingertips one key at a time. Her tail curled close to her legs, her chin tucked close to her chest, as if she was trying to shrink in on herself and be overlooked, so different from her known bold and brash personality that painted her as the tough gal of the group.

The prickling faded and Vincent breathed a sigh of relief, rubbing at his arms to disperse the feeling as he began walking. As usual, Gregory wasn’t anywhere to be seen right away. The boy tended to be where the scene of the nightmare took place and Vincent had to explore to find it or call out for a guide. With how strange the dreamscape was looking, maybe a walk would reveal more clues to what was going on?

He stretched his Remnant out to prod at the band on stage, trying to read the emotions building the images, the memory. Just a passing gesture, harmless, but he paused at the returning prickling feeling that met his touch. Whatever was composing the Glamrocks on stage in this very different formation, it seemed Gregory’s defenses refused to share why the change happened. Vincent withdrew the trail of Remnant with a puzzled frown; it wasn’t really part of the issue he was here to address but he just noted it for later discussion.

The stairs to the next level of the atrium seemed a good bet until he actually got to them and found security gates blocking his access. He folded his arms over his chest and frowned harder. What was going on?

A loud clap sounded in the air and lights went out at one end of the atrium. Vincent looked up in concern, watching as row after row of lights shut off with the same loud clap until the whole building was plunged into shadows. The only source of illumination now were the emergency lights, glowing faintly red from hidden spots all around the structures. The music had long faded and Vincent was left wondering what Gregory would do next.

Had he actually fallen asleep?

The fog poured down the stairs from the upper levels of the atrium and he stepped back hurriedly, preparing his Remnant to defend himself. He watched with alarm as the levels melted down with the fog, as though they were being eaten away and letting the fog cascade down in sheets. It washed over the floor, roiling in far thicker mass and flowing around Vincent’s feet, swallowing his ankles and flowing up in a cloudy wave over his shins. The shock of sudden guilt and regrets from the contact hammered at Vincent’s thoughts and senses, staggering him before he could reinforce himself. A lance of fear, of dread, shot through him and he dropped to his knees, hands clutching at his heart as he breathed hard, shallow but even.

What was happening?!

He was still breathing, trying to get himself under control, as he stared up at the fog solidifying into walls and attractions, smaller than what’s often seen in the Pizzaplex. A carousel, dilapidated and broken down; kiddie rides in the shapes of a bear, a bird, a rabbit whose head lay on the floor, a fox colored half red and half grey, all stood in a row, paint chipping and fading; black and white tile in a familiar pattern on the floor reflected decades of scuff marks and stains from management that no longer cared about the place.

Vincent’s gaze traced over the attractions in faint confusion. Damien had said Gregory had been looking into information about Mike Schmidt and the Bite of ‘87, so clearly some of that research was bleeding into his dreams. But this.. it felt too close like having been in the building. And why was it so dark?

Giggles sounded in the air as a chill crept over him and his breath stuttered. Ghostly figures of children floated through the remade pizzeria, moving as though frolicking. Their laughter clawed at him, and one voice that no one else should have known -so how, how, did her voice end up here?!- inflicted so much pain Vincent didn’t even realize the weight of it until he was struggling to hold himself up from the floor with the entirety of his forearms. A thin film of water over the checkered diner tile reflected his devastated expression.

“..Please..,” he found himself whispering, “Please, stop. M-my daughter.. just give her back... I’ll do anything.. just give her back.”

Why was she here? How was she here? Her voice, laughing darkly, haunting these halls. Trapped here because of...

Jonathan’s curse as The Influence.

Rage flashed through him, hot and irrational, and was just as quickly snuffed out as a sob escaped him. He had already been through those nightmares, felt the guilt and the shame from the man who admitted his fear had empowered him to hold all those souls in place, desperate to give them life by rejecting death and blind to the understanding he kept them all from moving on.

But it still hurt, so, so much...

He couldn’t move. Couldn’t get up, crushed under the weight of grief, and all he could think was how tired he felt. The realization that he never really healed himself.. and now this. If he couldn’t pull himself together, if he lost himself to Gregory’s mindscape, what would happen to Ven and Stephanie? He was the other side of their souls; they were supposed to be able to live on without him, but what would the spiritual damage be? Could he risk their destruction with his want to just collapse here in the memory of his daughter’s laugh and never get up?

Yes, that’s right. Gregory’s mindscape. He was here to find out why the boy was having a recurring strange dream. Was this part of it? The old Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza Place, the Bite of ‘87, the Missing Children Incident; Gregory looking into the past must have constructed all this, so real and so close to reality that it even fooled him.

Slowly, laboriously, Vincent pushed himself back up to his knees, rubbing his face with both hands until his tears were dry and he could shove the rest back in and down where he could pin a lock in place for now and deal with it later. Better not to think about how the children had been reborn, not to think about Violet among them, not to think about how his daughter was still far out of reach, keeping her distance for whatever reason. He was here for Gregory’s sake, his personal issues were a problem for future Vincent.

He took another deep breath, shaky but calmer, willing his Remnant to return to the tranquil coolness that soothed minds. A faint echo of steps caught his attention and Vincent turned his head to watch what looked very much like a funereal procession heading down the hall towards the room he was in. There was a tall and slender figure, cloaked in black, a plastic orange beak poking out of the shadows of their cowl pulled low over their head. Gregory walked beside her, slouched and far less exuberant and energetic than he tended to be.

He looked almost drained of life, his face pale, eyes dim and flat. He had one hand up, held by the cloaked figure as they walked together at his pace, slow and shuffling. Vincent watched the two of them approach in confusion, cautiously getting to his feet. Should he approach them or wait? He tried to take a step, but couldn’t lift a foot, as though he’d been locked in place.

“Wait, what?” he murmured in alarm, pulling at his legs to try and get them moving. He tried wrapping his own Remnant around himself to isolate from the dream, freeing himself from the lock, but that didn’t seem to take effect either. Was his own will not enough? How strong was this kid’s mental focus to carry things out to the end?

Since Vincent couldn’t move, he could only watch the scene play out and try to figure out what he was seeing. The cloaked figure and Gregory continued walking into the games and attractions room. As they drew closer, a soft yellow light began glowing in the corner of his eye, catching his attention. He looked towards it, sucking air through his teeth in shock at the dull gleam of a burnished gold coffin resting on the checkered tile. Surrounding it were statues clad in colored hooded robes all in varying bent forms, leaning over the open coffin. Nearby was another figure, laid out on the floor with a larger statue bent over them as if to guard them.

Why was that coffin so large? It was sized for a full grown man, but the figure on the floor didn’t appear to be the intended person for it. Briefly Vincent wondered if he was to be put into it and tried again to get his legs moving. Gregory and the cloaked figure walking with him finally reached where he was but neither of them paid him any attention. As if he wasn’t even there.

“Gregory! Hey! If you’re locking me in, let me out! I can’t start unraveling the illusion here until you do!” Vincent called out to him. The boy didn’t even pause, just blinked as he glanced at him and kept walking on towards the coffin.

Wait, was it meant for Gregory then? Was this the recurring dream? A funeral procession in a pizzeria?

Vincent watched in greater confusion as the cloaked figure helped Gregory step into the coffin and lay back into it, the boy just looking up at the ceiling. The figure reached up to the beak on their face, popped it out of place, then held it in one hand as they bent to press a makeshift kiss to the boy’s head before stepping back to kneel in solemnity. Only then did whatever was anchoring Vincent in place release and he stumbled forward in surprise.

None of this made sense. Vincent drew closer, already trying to keep his steps quiet in the face of the funereal scene. His Remnant spread over the scene, tugging at everything to pull up the illusion, but nothing was coming apart. So, this was reality? This was the true memory?

“But this.. this never happened to you. How can this be truth?” Vincent muttered, lowering himself to one knee as he placed a hand on the coffin. It felt solid and real, the emotions of fear, regret, anger, and despair layered onto it made perfect sense to associate with coffins and caskets like this. But how would there be one inside a pizzeria? “Gregory?” he called again.

The boy lay in the coffin, one arm draped over his stomach, hand resting lightly against his side as he slowly opened his eyes to look up at the ceiling again. “Told you it was weird,” he said quietly, his voice dull and lackluster, “Not my first time in here. Don’t like how cramped it is.”

Vincent frowned at his words and looked at the interior of the coffin. Again, it was sized for a full grown person, and Gregory barely took up a third of the space. Actually.. wait, what was that pattern? Vincent narrowed his eyes at some linework etched into the interior of the coffin, dividing it into three segments. There was a section at the ‘head’ of the coffin, the middle section for the torso and arms, and the final section for the legs. Gregory had been placed into that middle section with plenty of space above and below him.

“According to my detection all of this is already truth,” Vincent muttered, looking around at the bent over statues, “There isn’t any illusion to dispel. So what does this mean?” Of the statues surrounding the coffin, one was dressed in a white and pink cloak, the black cloaked figure who brought Gregory in remained closest to him, and one that was bent over the head of the coffin was in a black and white striped cloak. That left the last two figures of the scene nearby.

Vincent got back up to investigate those two figures, the large statue was covered in a tattered purplish cloth, a solid black faceplate over its head making it appear like looking into a void. It didn’t move as he approached, still bent over the figure laying on the floor. Now that he was closer, he could recognize them as Jeremy Fitzgerald, likely as Gregory had last seen the man in his workshop. Dressed in a long-sleeve sweater and work jeans, hair tied in his usual ponytail, the animatronic engineer seemed to be unconscious but otherwise unharmed. Vincent reached down to press fingertips against his neck to check for a pulse as well as check the emotions building the man’s appearance.

Still alive, and with the expected emotions of care and love. Gregory really adored and admired his mentor in engineering. And yet this scene was still ‘truth’ to Vincent’s attempt at pulling apart illusions. How? Jeremy hadn’t recently been in a state like this. Was this something that happened in the past?

“But he’s never mentioned anything like this happening,” Vincent mused aloud, standing back up to study the scene, fingers curled over his chin. And the way his Remnant was responding to it all meant this was something Gregory remembered. So how did he experience something no one else did? Especially something as nonsensical as being put in a coffin in a pizzeria. Did this happen in the Pizzaplex? “No, Jeremy was with Damien the whole time,” he answered himself, “He would have known if something happened, and Jonathan wouldn’t let anything happen to his son if he could help it.”

So how was this real?

“A child understands things differently. Complex matters broken down into simpler forms,” Vincent muttered, taking a few steps back to squint at the large cloaked statue. Tattered purple cloth; maybe that was a clue? Same as the black faceplate. He tried to take mental notes on everything. If Jeremy was involved, asking for his perspective could help clarify things.

Distressed whimpering from the coffin pulled his attention back to Gregory, and Vincent hurried to check on the boy. His eyes had grown wide and panicked, one hand gripping at his side and the other now grabbing the edge of the coffin. “I don’t like the way it ends!” Gregory blurted as soon as Vincent came into view of him, “I need to wake up! I gotta wake up right now!”

“Why? What happens next?” Vincent asked him, looking around quickly for any threats approaching. The room remained exactly the same and yet Gregory grew even more distressed.

“The monster gets him if I don’t wake up!” he exclaimed, struggling to sit up from the coffin, “Look! Look!” Vincent reached in to help him get up as he glanced over the room again. Still no changes, except he could feel the checkered tile under his knees give way to the feeling of asphalt and concrete. And once he detected that, the room began growing dimmer and dimmer, fading into shadows as the soft gleam of moonlight passed over the floor.

It looked more like parking spaces than tile.

“What the hell?” Vincent muttered, wincing as Gregory clawed his way up his arm, the boy screaming in panic.

“Wake up! Wake up! The monster’s coming!” he wailed, one hand reaching out towards something moving in the shadows far beyond their sights. Vincent pulled him free of the coffin, setting him on the ground just as a bubble of Remnant rushed out from him in a pressure wave that slammed the guard back and away. Senses dulled and muted, Vincent flailed in a void that was both full and empty of various emotions until he felt himself thrown out of the dreamscape completely.

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He came to with a pounding headache, hands pressed to his temples as he cracked one eye open in time to see Gregory bolt from his couch and practically lunge across the room towards Sydney and Vanessa. The two of them looked alarmed as Gregory slammed into Sydney, wailing as he hugged the man tightly.

“What happened?!” Vanessa demanded, one hand quickly going to the boy’s head to offer comforting strokes.

“I don’t know!” Vincent replied, doubled over in his chair as he tried to will his headache away. His arm felt scratched up from Gregory’s nails digging into him, which meant Ven was going to be pissed off yet again. “I’m still trying to make sense of his dream, but he panicked at the last phase. Something about needing to wake up before a monster got to someone?” The ache dulled to a faint throb after a few moments and he sat back with an exhausted sigh. Good enough.

“We’ve seen plenty of ‘monsters’ already,” Vanessa told him flatly, “and Gregory didn’t react like this to them.”

“Those were his words,” Vincent countered sharply and winced again, rubbing his forehead, “From what I could tell, the dream seems to be based on a memory, but there weren’t any illusions on it. I’ll have to figure out what he translated from reality into the images in his dream because trying to pull them apart in his mind didn’t do anything.” He gestured at Gregory, who seemed to be burying himself into Sydney’s hug with a scowl, teary-eyed but refusing to cry. “Considering that you said that Gregory immediately goes looking for Sydney to get hot chocolate after experiencing the dream, I’m just going to assume he means the monster in his dream goes after Sydney.”

“So the hot chocolate is just his way of making sure Sydney’s okay,” Vanessa realized with a blink of surprise, sharing a glance with the young man who only gave her a confused expression. “What sort of monster does Gregory think is after him? Sydney, did you piss someone off the last time you did mercenary work?” She frowned at his shrug and kept running her fingers through Gregory’s hair. “Huh, even if you did, how would Gregory know about it?”

“The complicated issue is the timing and placement,” Vincent told them, leaning tiredly on the arm of his chair. “Whatever leads to his fear for Sydney’s safety, there’s a golden coffin, a pizzeria, and Jeremy involved.”

“Mr. Fitzgerald? A coffin?” Vanessa echoed in confusion, “There wasn’t anything like that in the Pizzaplex.” She frowned again, “At least, not that I can remember, and Vanny kept erasing my memories. Sydney, was there ever a gold coffin in the Pizzaplex?”

Sydney shook his head, chin resting on Gregory’s head as the boy curled up against his chest in hiccups. Vincent watched them all and sighed. So no clues from them on what the symbols in the dream meant. Jeremy would have to be his source of information then.

“It doesn’t look like I can affect the dream until I understand the meaning of it first, so that’s gonna take me a bit of time to research,” he explained to the makeshift little family, “As for advice for the time being, there are these bracelets that monitor heartbeats remotely. Gregory likes checking cameras on that watch of his, right? Sydney, how about you wear a heart monitoring bracelet and let Gregory connect an app to it on his watch or phone?” He gestured to the boy who seemed to perk up at the suggestion. “This way he can instantly check on your condition from his room to reassure himself without disturbing himself or you two from being able to go back to sleep. It’ll be temporary, until we can sort out why this dream comes up for him.”

“I like that idea. Let’s do that,” Gregory agreed immediately and Vanessa sighed.

“Well, if you think it’ll help, I suppose we can buy one,” she relented and gave Vincent a weak smile. “Thank you for trying. When’s the next appointment?”

“I’d like to resolve this as soon as possible, so come back same day and time next week,” he told her as they began getting up to leave. He managed to get to his feet to walk them out. “I’ll make some calls, see if I can get Jeremy to tell me anything about any situation that could be similar to Gregory’s dream. We should have answers by then.”

Goodbyes were said and then they were gone, leaving Vincent alone as he closed the door and headed back to get a first aid kit to treat his arm. He frowned to himself at the amount of force that had been thrown at him by Gregory to get him out of the dreamscape. There were still inconsistencies there, questions he wondered over regarding that dream. How was Gregory’s will that strong for a kid? Why did that dream feel so much older than it should have been?

And why did Gregory fear for Sydney when the man was nowhere to be seen in the dream?

“What a strange child,” he finally muttered, and went on to look for the kit.

[ask-the-fox-guard]

Security Profiles Batch 1

Brief Information about our Security Team

Head of Security and Mascot - Foxy

Mike Schmidt

Vincent Heliotrope and Scott Owen

Notes:

Vincent is not a staff of Freddy's but is free for asks! In lore, he sometimes visits Freddy's to take care of the wellbeing of the children there, giving help they needed.

Felix did used to work at Freddy's before as a nightguard and has a degree

Scott and Vincent knew each other in highschool, as well as the twins' father

Mike Remembered, He Doesn't

[re-pilot-info]

How do you think Dreamscapers (like Vince) became a phobia? Was it by magic or when emotions takes over?

For me personally, I feel like Dreamscapers becoming Phobias is the result of The Boogeyman's magic overpowering/corrupting any other magic that may be around.

Mind you, The Boogeyman is practically a God (or, in the case of the rewrite, close to becoming an Elder God,) he has a lot of power and if you were to compare his fair share of abilities with that of a Dreamscaper, there's a rare chance of the latter winning.

A Dreamscaper might have powerful magic in the realm they're from, but not all of them will end up being safe from the corruptive, mind destroying nature of The Boogeyman's power.

[slasherhoe87]

What Cologne I think the Slashers Would Wear:

ART THE CLOWN

Fcuk Friction by French Connection

"Fcuk Friction is an attention-getting fragrance for men. Let it tickle your senses with a musky ensemble of fruit, lavender, coconut and geranium notes. This well-balanced fragrance has a spicy finish and is perfect for everyday use. It is an excellent choice for the man who wants a magnetic fragrance that is appropriate to wear to work or a date. Make this warm, fruity and aquatic fragrance your new signature scent"

JASON VOORHEES

Minotaure by Paloma Picasso

"Mysterious and virile, Minotaure for men embodies the symbolism and spirit of a mythological creature. Its bold Oriental composition features tart bergamot citrus in juxtaposition with savory spice notes of coriander and tarragon. Wear this intriguing masculine scent to stamp yourself as a rugged individual possessing an uncompromising free spirit"

MICHAEL MYERS

Obsession Night by Calvin Klein

"Anticipation builds when evening approaches and Obsession Night casts its seductive spell. The alluring oriental elixir blends crisp pear, sweet vanilla and incense-like patchouli with spicy accents of cardamom and nutmeg"

Bonus cologne because Michael is my one true love:

Halloween Man by Jesus Del Pozo

"Wrap yourself in mystery with Halloween Man. Its intriguing contemporary formula for men combines tart mandarin and the crisp note of apple martini with ginger spice and pungent violet leaf. A fine example of aromatic alchemy, the unique masculine fragrance conveys a free-spirited attitude along with dark allure. Dare to show your devil-may-care spirit with Halloween Man"

BRAHMS HEELSHIRE

Toy Boy by Moschino

"Liberate yourself and feel wild and free every time you walk out the door wearing Moschino Toy Boy, a playful men's fragrance. This tempting cologne blends spicy, floral, fruity and woody accords for a well-rounded, exhilarating scent that's sure to leave you feeling confident as you glide through the night in style. Top notes of Indonesian nutmeg, elemi resin, green pear, pink pepper and Italian bergamot immediately set the tone with their bold, bright intensity, only to be smoothly calmed by middle notes of flax flower, clove bud, magnolia and rose absolute. This tantalizing bouquet is further enhanced by base notes of sylkolide (musk), amber, cashmeran, Haitian vetiver and sandalwood for a warm, seductive comedown that saturates the air with its luscious charm"

BO SINCLAIR

Old Spice

"Top notes are Nutmeg, Star Anise, Aldehydes, Orange and Lemon; middle notes are Cinnamon, Carnation, Pimento, Geranium, Heliotrope and Jasmine; base notes are Benzoin, Vanilla, Musk, Tonka Bean, Cedar and Ambergris"

LESTER SINCLAIR

Hunter by Armaf

"The top opens with a refreshing burst of citrus notes, coming in strong and zesty with a combination of grapefruit, bergamot, lemon and mandarin. The heart settles into floral accords, the romantic aroma of lavender, geranium, tuberose and ylang-ylang spiced by fragrant hints of cardamom and black pepper. The cologne finishes on a warm, aromatic base, featuring the alluring aroma of cedar, labdanum, musk, patchouli and vetiver"

VINCENT SINCLAIR

Close Up by Olfactive Studio

"This fragrance almost defies categorization. It's a little tobacco, a little Oriental, a little gourmand, and everything you want a perfume to be. It opens warm and sweet with top notes of Santos green coffee, Griotte cherry, and fresh spices. The heart notes are complex and mysterious with white tobacco, California rose, Atlas cedar, and patchouli. Base notes of amber, tonka bean, and musk shine through in the dry down for an earthy finish to this alluring scent"

HARRY WARDEN

Craftsman by Tabac Original

"Sharp and confident yet charmingly balanced, Tabac Original Craftsman is a spicy-citrus cologne enhanced by accords of aromatic herbs, clean florals and spice. The opening refreshes and invigorates with a bright blend of tart-sweet grapefruit, bergamot and piquant black pepper. Crisply herbal florals of lavender and peppery geranium merge with almond nuances of tonka bean at the heart. A smooth, enveloping base of vetiver, patchouli and supple leather leaves a clean masculine trail that’s perfect for casual wear"

THOMAS HEWITT

Brut by Faberge

"This manly mix features woody and balsamic accords accented by aromatic and sweet notes for an exhilarating yet simple aroma that enhances your image"

JENNIFER CHECK

Psychedelic Love by Initio

"Fall under the dizzying rush of Initio Psychedelic Love, a powerfully seductive essence that can leave you in an emotional trance. This decadent elixir blends floral, citrus and exotic accords for a deeply bright and satisfying scent that has the power to ensnare that special someone from across the room. Top notes of sparkling bergamot and sweet ylang-ylang work together to form a radiant energy. Following this is a provocative heart of hedione, heliotrope and Bulgarian rose, which walks a fine line between playful romance and immense passion. Completing the alluring perfume are spicy and sensual elements of myrrh and sandalwood, creating a mystifying foundation that intrigues and attracts with ease"

BUBBA SAWYER

Mickey Mouse by Disney

"Mickey Mouse is classified as a refreshing, fruity fragrance. This masculine scent possesses a blend of citrus, lemon and lime"

BILLY LOOMIS

Thallium Black by Yves De Sistelle

"Thallium Black is an enticing men's fragrance that is both sensual and gentle to attract plenty of attention. Fruity notes of apple are warm and welcoming, while cardamom is spicy and aromatic. The scent of bergamot adds a fresh citrus quality to the fragrance, plum notes contribute sweet and fruity tones, and nutmeg infuses a warm spiciness to the scent"

PENNYWISE

Realm by Erox

"Transcend the veil of the mundane, and enter into a realm of otherworldly sensuality with Realm. This seductive scent for men sets itself apart with its bright notes of orange and ginger, offset by the deeper and more mysterious notes of lavender, patchouli and juniper"

STU MACHER

CK In 2U by Calvin Klein

"A fragrance for men that consists of perfume notes of lime, gin fizz, grapefruit leaves, frosted tangelo, pimento, shiso, cocoa base, vetiver, white cedar and musk to form a well balanced cologne"

[venbetta]

Sometimes I just wanna say fuck it and write an actual fanfic about Ven/Freddy for my own self pleasure

I remember when I had a crush on Vincent Heliotrope from that one Rebornica webcomic Night Terror, 12-13 year old me wrote a royal fantasy au of my oc and Vincent ... I need that energy man.

[brookston]

Holidays 10.27

Holidays

Big Bang Day (London, UK)

Boxer Shorts Day

Černová Tragedy Day (Slovakia)

Cliche Day

Crack-Nut Night (a.k.a. Nut-Crack Night)

Cranky Co-Worker Day

Dress Purple Day (Ontario)

Etiquette Day

Good Bear Day

Heliotrope Day (French Republic)

Infantry Day (India)

International Be More Toddy Day (UK)

International Day of Text Corrections

International Mentoring Day

International Panda Day

International Religious Freedom Day

Kashmir Black Day (Pakistan)

Local Communities Day (Kyrgyzstan)

Memorial Day for the Victims of the Armenian Parliament Shooting (Armenia)

Mishinden (Mouse Feastday; Bulgaria)

National Black Cat Day (UK)

National Civics Day

National Day of Action Against Antisemitism

National Duty Counsel Day (Canada)

National Electricity Day (Indonesia)

National Henry C. Ramos Day

National Hostage Awareness Day

National Mentoring Day

National Tell a Story Day (Scotland)

Navy Day (unofficial) [also 10.13]

New York Subway Day

Occupational Therapy Day

Radio Broadcast License Day

Read for The Record

Scanderberg Commemoration Day

Social Workers’ Day (Kazakhstan)

Sylvia Plath Day

Ukrainian Writing and Language Day (Ukraine)

World Day for Audiovisual Heritage (UN)

World Occupational Therapy Day

Zero Waste Day (Tennessee)

Food & Drink Celebrations

American Beer Day

National American Beer Day

National Cheese Toastie Day (UK)

National Potato Day [also 8.19]

Sandwich Day

4th & Last Sunday in October

Bible Sunday (UK) [4th Sunday]

Day of Automobile Workers (Belarus, Russia) [Last Sunday]

European Summer Times Ends (EU) [Last Sunday]

Global Day of Prayer for the Media [Last Sunday]

International Creole Day (Dominica, Saint Lucia) [Last Sunday]

Jounen Kwéyòl (Creole Day; Dominica, Saint Lucia) [Last Sunday]

MassKara Festival (Bacolod, Philippines) [4th Sunday]

Mother-In-Law Day [4th Sunday]

Mother of Pearl Sunday [Sunday of Last Full Week]

National Grandparents Day (Australia) [Last Sunday]

National Jamaican Jerk Day [4th Sunday]

National Pension Tracing Day (UK) [Last Sunday]

National Sleep-In Day (UK) [Last Sunday]

National Student Baptism Day [Last Sunday]

National Tight Ends Day [4th Sunday]

Pumpkin Day [Sunday before 31st]

Reformation Sunday [Last Sunday]

Seven For Sunday [Every Sunday]

Soothing Sunday [4th Sunday of Each Month]

Souper Sunday [Last Sunday of Each Month]

Spud Sunday [4th Sunday of Each Month]

Sultry Sunday [Last Sunday of Each Month]

Sundae Sunday [Every Sunday]

Sunday Funday [Every Sunday]

Swap & Repair Sunday (Canada) [4th Sunday]

Visit a Cemetery Day [Last Sunday]

World Mission Sunday [4th Sunday]

World Priest Day [4th Sunday]

World Swim Day [Last Sunday]

Independence & Related Days

Mount Henadas (Declared; 2011) [unrecognized]

Saint Vincent & Grenadines (from UK, 1979)

Soda (a.k.a. Bicarbonate of Soda; Declared; 2021) [unrecognized]

Suverska (Declared; 2013) [unrecognized]

Wyvern (Declared; 2009) [unrecognized]

Weekly Holidays beginning October 27 (Last Week of October)

Bat Week [Last Week]

International Brain Tumour Awareness Week

Kids Care Week (thru 11.2) [Week Including 10.27]

National Chemistry Week [Last Week]

National Magic Week [Last Week]

Red Ribbon Week [Last Week]

Respiratory Care Week [Last Week]

Rodent Awareness Week [Last Week]

Festivals Beginning October 27, 2024

Florida Gateway Fair (Lake City, Florida) [thru 11.3]

Oak Street Po-boy Festival (New Orleans, Louisiana)

Outbreak Autumn (Manchester, United Kingdom)

Taste of Newport (Newport, Rhode Island)

Feast Days

Abbán (Christian; Saint)

Abraham the Poor (Christian; Saint)

Anthony Doerr (Writerism)

Boris Chetkov (Artology)

Buffon (Positivist; Saint)

Charles Spencelayh (Artology)

Clam Sauce Day (Pastafarian)

Desiderius Erasmus (Writerism)

Dylan Thomas (Writerism)

Elesbaan (Christian; Saint)

Festival of the Conspiracies (Church of the SubGenius)

Frumentius (Roman Catholic Church)

Gaudiosus of Naples (Christian; Saint)

Jan Duursema (Artology)

Kaleb of Axum (Christian; Saint)

Lee Krasner (Artology)

Leo Baxendale (Artology)

Mary Moser (Artology)

Mauricio de Sousa (Artology)

Mice Wedding Day (Pagan)

Namatius (a.k.a. Namace; Christian; Saint)

Nekhebet’s Day (Pagan)

Oran of Iona (Christian; Saint)

Peter Blume (Artology)

Quackers (Muppetism)

Roy Lichtenstein (Artology)

Sigrid Hjertén (Artology)

Silly Walks Day (Pastafarian)

Sylvia Plath (Writerism)

Tunch Paddling Festival (Shamanism)

Walt Kuhn (Artology)

Zadie Smith (Writerism)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Sakimake (先負 Japan) [Bad luck in the morning, good luck in the afternoon.]

Unfortunate Day (Pagan) [50 of 57]

Premieres

All Quiet on the Western Front, by Erich Maria Remarque (Novel; 1928)

The Americanization of Emily (Film; 1964)

Andersonville, by MacKinlay Kantor (Historical Novel; 1955)

Back to Black, by Amy Winehouse (Album; 2006)

Barbara Broadcast (Adult Film; 1977)

Blow Me Down! (Fleischer Popeye Cartoon; 1933)

Buddy the Woodsman (WB LT Cartoon; 1934)

Come See About Me, recorded by The Supremes (Song; 1964)

Congratulations It’s Pink (Pink Panther Cartoon; 1967)

Crocodile Rock, by Elton John (Song; 1972)

Don't Give Up, by Peter Gabriel and Kate Bush (Song; 1986)

Dune Bug (The Ant and the Aardvark Cartoon; 1969)

Foyle’s War (UK TV Series; 2002)

Fun with Mr. Future (Disney Cartoon; 1982)

The Gathering Storm, by Robert Jordan (Novel; 2009) [Wheel of Time #12]

Godzilla (Film; 1954)

The High King, by Lloyd Alexander [Chronicles of Prydain #5]

Jesus Christ Superstar (Soundtrack Album; 1970)

The Last Ship, by Sting (Musical Play; 2014)

Leaving Las Vegas (Film; 1995)

Lego DC Comics: Batman Be-Leaguered (WB Animated Film; 2014)

The Matrix Revolutions (Film; 2003)

The Moonspinners, by Mary Stewart (Novel; 1962)

National Velvet, by Enid Bagnold (Novel; 1935)

1989, by Taylor Swift (Album; 2014)

1999, by Prince (Album; 1982)

The Phoney Express (Ub Iwerks Flip the Frog MGM Cartoon; 1932)

Phoney Pony (Woody Woodpecker Cartoon; 1969)

Rebel Without a Cause (Film; 1955)

Rescue Squad Mater (Pixar Cartoon; 2008)

Romeo + Juliet (Film; 1996)

Skylarking by XTC (Album; 1986)

Stand By Me / Spanish Harlem, recorded by Ben E. King (Song; 1960)

Tale of the Vienna Woods (Happy Harmonies Cartoon; 1934)

The Valiant Tailor, a.k.a. The King’s Tailor (ComiColor Cartoon; 1934)

Waiting for the Barbarians, J.M. Coetzee (Novel; 1980)

Wideo Wabbit (WB MM Cartoon; 1956)

A Wolf’s Tale (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1944)

Yankee Doodle Donkey (Noveltoons; 1944)

You Bet Your Life (Radio Series; 1947)

Today’s Name Days

Christa, Sabina, Wolfhard (Austria)

Nestor (Bulgaria)

Bartol, Florijan, Gordan, Namat (Croatia)

Šarlota, Zoe (Czech Republic)

Sem (Denmark)

Eila, Eili, Häili, Hälli, Heili (Estonia)

Hellä, Helle, Helli, Hellin (Finland)

Emeline (France)

Christa, Sabina, Stefan, Wolfhard (Germany)

Louppos, Nestor (Greece)

Szabina (Hungary)

Delia, Fiorenzo (Italy)

Irita, Lilita, Lita (Latvia)

Ramojus, Sabina, Tautmilė, Vincas, Vincentas (Lithuania)

Sture, Sturla (Norway)

Frumencjusz, Iwona, Sabina, Siestrzemił, Wincenty (Poland)

Dimitrie (Romania)

Sabína (Slovakia)

Bartolomé, Florencio, Sabina, Vicente (Spain)

Sabina (Sweden)

Nestor (Ukraine)

Cale, Caleb, Feodor, Isaac, Isaak, Issac, Izaac, Kaleb, Ted, Teddy, Teodor, Theodora Theodore (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 301 of 2024; 65 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 7 of Week 43 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Hagal (Hailstone) [Day 1 of 28]

Chinese: Month 9 (Jia-Xu), Day 25 (Jia-Zi)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025) [Wu-Chen]

Hebrew: 25 Tishri 5785

Islamic: 23 Rabi II 1446

J Cal: 1 Wood; Oneday [1 of 30]

Julian: 13 October 2024

Moon: 20%: Waning Crescent

Positivist: 21 Descartes (11th Month) [Leibnitz]

Runic Half Month: Wyn (Joy) [Day 5 of 15]

Season: Autumn or Fall (Day 35 of 90)

Week: 3rd Full Week of October

Zodiac: Scorpio (Day 4 of 30)

Calendar Changes

Hagal (Hailstone) [Half-Month 21 of 24; Runic Half-Months] (thru 11.10)

Wood (Month 11 of 12; J Calendar)

[brookstonalmanac]

Holidays 10.27

Holidays

Big Bang Day (London, UK)

Boxer Shorts Day

Černová Tragedy Day (Slovakia)

Cliche Day

Crack-Nut Night (a.k.a. Nut-Crack Night)

Cranky Co-Worker Day

Dress Purple Day (Ontario)

Etiquette Day

Good Bear Day

Heliotrope Day (French Republic)

Infantry Day (India)

International Be More Toddy Day (UK)

International Day of Text Corrections

International Mentoring Day

International Panda Day

International Religious Freedom Day

Kashmir Black Day (Pakistan)

Local Communities Day (Kyrgyzstan)

Memorial Day for the Victims of the Armenian Parliament Shooting (Armenia)

Mishinden (Mouse Feastday; Bulgaria)

National Black Cat Day (UK)

National Civics Day

National Day of Action Against Antisemitism

National Duty Counsel Day (Canada)

National Electricity Day (Indonesia)

National Henry C. Ramos Day

National Hostage Awareness Day

National Mentoring Day

National Tell a Story Day (Scotland)

Navy Day (unofficial) [also 10.13]

New York Subway Day

Occupational Therapy Day

Radio Broadcast License Day

Read for The Record

Scanderberg Commemoration Day

Social Workers’ Day (Kazakhstan)

Sylvia Plath Day

Ukrainian Writing and Language Day (Ukraine)

World Day for Audiovisual Heritage (UN)

World Occupational Therapy Day

Zero Waste Day (Tennessee)

Food & Drink Celebrations

American Beer Day

National American Beer Day

National Cheese Toastie Day (UK)

National Potato Day [also 8.19]

Sandwich Day

4th & Last Sunday in October

Bible Sunday (UK) [4th Sunday]

Day of Automobile Workers (Belarus, Russia) [Last Sunday]

European Summer Times Ends (EU) [Last Sunday]

Global Day of Prayer for the Media [Last Sunday]

International Creole Day (Dominica, Saint Lucia) [Last Sunday]

Jounen Kwéyòl (Creole Day; Dominica, Saint Lucia) [Last Sunday]

MassKara Festival (Bacolod, Philippines) [4th Sunday]

Mother-In-Law Day [4th Sunday]

Mother of Pearl Sunday [Sunday of Last Full Week]

National Grandparents Day (Australia) [Last Sunday]

National Jamaican Jerk Day [4th Sunday]

National Pension Tracing Day (UK) [Last Sunday]

National Sleep-In Day (UK) [Last Sunday]

National Student Baptism Day [Last Sunday]

National Tight Ends Day [4th Sunday]

Pumpkin Day [Sunday before 31st]

Reformation Sunday [Last Sunday]

Seven For Sunday [Every Sunday]

Soothing Sunday [4th Sunday of Each Month]

Souper Sunday [Last Sunday of Each Month]

Spud Sunday [4th Sunday of Each Month]

Sultry Sunday [Last Sunday of Each Month]

Sundae Sunday [Every Sunday]

Sunday Funday [Every Sunday]

Swap & Repair Sunday (Canada) [4th Sunday]

Visit a Cemetery Day [Last Sunday]

World Mission Sunday [4th Sunday]

World Priest Day [4th Sunday]

World Swim Day [Last Sunday]

Independence & Related Days

Mount Henadas (Declared; 2011) [unrecognized]

Saint Vincent & Grenadines (from UK, 1979)

Soda (a.k.a. Bicarbonate of Soda; Declared; 2021) [unrecognized]

Suverska (Declared; 2013) [unrecognized]

Wyvern (Declared; 2009) [unrecognized]

Weekly Holidays beginning October 27 (Last Week of October)

Bat Week [Last Week]

International Brain Tumour Awareness Week

Kids Care Week (thru 11.2) [Week Including 10.27]

National Chemistry Week [Last Week]

National Magic Week [Last Week]

Red Ribbon Week [Last Week]

Respiratory Care Week [Last Week]

Rodent Awareness Week [Last Week]

Festivals Beginning October 27, 2024

Florida Gateway Fair (Lake City, Florida) [thru 11.3]

Oak Street Po-boy Festival (New Orleans, Louisiana)

Outbreak Autumn (Manchester, United Kingdom)

Taste of Newport (Newport, Rhode Island)

Feast Days

Abbán (Christian; Saint)

Abraham the Poor (Christian; Saint)

Anthony Doerr (Writerism)

Boris Chetkov (Artology)

Buffon (Positivist; Saint)

Charles Spencelayh (Artology)

Clam Sauce Day (Pastafarian)

Desiderius Erasmus (Writerism)

Dylan Thomas (Writerism)

Elesbaan (Christian; Saint)

Festival of the Conspiracies (Church of the SubGenius)

Frumentius (Roman Catholic Church)

Gaudiosus of Naples (Christian; Saint)

Jan Duursema (Artology)

Kaleb of Axum (Christian; Saint)

Lee Krasner (Artology)

Leo Baxendale (Artology)

Mary Moser (Artology)

Mauricio de Sousa (Artology)

Mice Wedding Day (Pagan)

Namatius (a.k.a. Namace; Christian; Saint)

Nekhebet’s Day (Pagan)

Oran of Iona (Christian; Saint)

Peter Blume (Artology)

Quackers (Muppetism)

Roy Lichtenstein (Artology)

Sigrid Hjertén (Artology)

Silly Walks Day (Pastafarian)

Sylvia Plath (Writerism)

Tunch Paddling Festival (Shamanism)

Walt Kuhn (Artology)

Zadie Smith (Writerism)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Sakimake (先負 Japan) [Bad luck in the morning, good luck in the afternoon.]

Unfortunate Day (Pagan) [50 of 57]

Premieres

All Quiet on the Western Front, by Erich Maria Remarque (Novel; 1928)

The Americanization of Emily (Film; 1964)

Andersonville, by MacKinlay Kantor (Historical Novel; 1955)

Back to Black, by Amy Winehouse (Album; 2006)

Barbara Broadcast (Adult Film; 1977)

Blow Me Down! (Fleischer Popeye Cartoon; 1933)

Buddy the Woodsman (WB LT Cartoon; 1934)

Come See About Me, recorded by The Supremes (Song; 1964)

Congratulations It’s Pink (Pink Panther Cartoon; 1967)

Crocodile Rock, by Elton John (Song; 1972)

Don't Give Up, by Peter Gabriel and Kate Bush (Song; 1986)

Dune Bug (The Ant and the Aardvark Cartoon; 1969)

Foyle’s War (UK TV Series; 2002)

Fun with Mr. Future (Disney Cartoon; 1982)

The Gathering Storm, by Robert Jordan (Novel; 2009) [Wheel of Time #12]

Godzilla (Film; 1954)

The High King, by Lloyd Alexander [Chronicles of Prydain #5]

Jesus Christ Superstar (Soundtrack Album; 1970)

The Last Ship, by Sting (Musical Play; 2014)

Leaving Las Vegas (Film; 1995)

Lego DC Comics: Batman Be-Leaguered (WB Animated Film; 2014)

The Matrix Revolutions (Film; 2003)

The Moonspinners, by Mary Stewart (Novel; 1962)

National Velvet, by Enid Bagnold (Novel; 1935)

1989, by Taylor Swift (Album; 2014)

1999, by Prince (Album; 1982)

The Phoney Express (Ub Iwerks Flip the Frog MGM Cartoon; 1932)

Phoney Pony (Woody Woodpecker Cartoon; 1969)

Rebel Without a Cause (Film; 1955)

Rescue Squad Mater (Pixar Cartoon; 2008)

Romeo + Juliet (Film; 1996)

Skylarking by XTC (Album; 1986)

Stand By Me / Spanish Harlem, recorded by Ben E. King (Song; 1960)

Tale of the Vienna Woods (Happy Harmonies Cartoon; 1934)

The Valiant Tailor, a.k.a. The King’s Tailor (ComiColor Cartoon; 1934)

Waiting for the Barbarians, J.M. Coetzee (Novel; 1980)

Wideo Wabbit (WB MM Cartoon; 1956)

A Wolf’s Tale (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1944)

Yankee Doodle Donkey (Noveltoons; 1944)

You Bet Your Life (Radio Series; 1947)

Today’s Name Days

Christa, Sabina, Wolfhard (Austria)

Nestor (Bulgaria)

Bartol, Florijan, Gordan, Namat (Croatia)

Šarlota, Zoe (Czech Republic)

Sem (Denmark)

Eila, Eili, Häili, Hälli, Heili (Estonia)

Hellä, Helle, Helli, Hellin (Finland)

Emeline (France)

Christa, Sabina, Stefan, Wolfhard (Germany)

Louppos, Nestor (Greece)

Szabina (Hungary)

Delia, Fiorenzo (Italy)

Irita, Lilita, Lita (Latvia)

Ramojus, Sabina, Tautmilė, Vincas, Vincentas (Lithuania)

Sture, Sturla (Norway)

Frumencjusz, Iwona, Sabina, Siestrzemił, Wincenty (Poland)

Dimitrie (Romania)

Sabína (Slovakia)

Bartolomé, Florencio, Sabina, Vicente (Spain)

Sabina (Sweden)

Nestor (Ukraine)

Cale, Caleb, Feodor, Isaac, Isaak, Issac, Izaac, Kaleb, Ted, Teddy, Teodor, Theodora Theodore (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 301 of 2024; 65 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 7 of Week 43 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Hagal (Hailstone) [Day 1 of 28]

Chinese: Month 9 (Jia-Xu), Day 25 (Jia-Zi)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025) [Wu-Chen]

Hebrew: 25 Tishri 5785

Islamic: 23 Rabi II 1446

J Cal: 1 Wood; Oneday [1 of 30]

Julian: 13 October 2024

Moon: 20%: Waning Crescent

Positivist: 21 Descartes (11th Month) [Leibnitz]

Runic Half Month: Wyn (Joy) [Day 5 of 15]

Season: Autumn or Fall (Day 35 of 90)

Week: 3rd Full Week of October

Zodiac: Scorpio (Day 4 of 30)

Calendar Changes

Hagal (Hailstone) [Half-Month 21 of 24; Runic Half-Months] (thru 11.10)

Wood (Month 11 of 12; J Calendar)

[mentalmeles]

Goodness, i almost forgot Pilot was a thing. Hmmmm... I always felt like Killian never got enough screentime, so either her with 4-b and cherry soda. Or maybe Vince Heliotrope with a-6 + sodas & skateboard if you prefer that, but i'm leaning mostly towards the first one.

I wanted to do both <3

[night-terror-reborn]

First in a series of redesigns, Vince! Vince goes by he/him pronouns and helps those over 21 with their phobias! I also have a discord for the Night Terror Reborn project! Reply to this post if you want me to upload the link.

[smol-dap]

Id hate to say it but

Man behind the slaughter

[ryukodragonfnaf]

So, you've probably been asked this before, so sorry if I'm making you repeat yourself, but who/what is different in the Reborniverse Revival? How have the characters changed, if at all?

Good question! I don’t remember all of the details, but I’m sure @fivenightsatfreddysfanfiction can correct me on anything I missed ;)

Let’s see - Mike is still the Bite victim, but it was an unintended consequence of his father Andros (the Purple Guy) getting up to his murder-y shenanigans! Andros was never caught, so he’s still alive and free, AND working at Freddy’s when Mike works there. They do have a happy reunion at work, but Mike has no ideya what Andros did - nor what he STILL plans to do..! (spoilers, it involves more murder!)

I believe the Puppet/Marionette holds the soul of Mike’s mother - again, Mike doesn’t realize this, but she recognizes him! Things get tragically complicated~

Jeremy is transgender, and still the best fluffy boy!

Doll is revealed to be a handsome man, even taller than Mike! I don’t believe we know his legal name, but he’s as sweet as any Doll!

Vincent is still around, as Mike’s therapist!

I’m pretty sure the animatronics’ personalities are generally the same, along with the ghost kids, and we still have Scott and Byron and Fritz, but I can’t recall other details beyond this. Avec, if I got anything wrong or missed, let us know! X3

[fivenightsatfreddysfanfiction]

Of Words and Weapons

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Sunlight streamed through the kitchen windows as Vanessa looked over the various documents on the island in the center. She could hear Gregory laughing outside, playing in the yard with Freddy. Alex was upstairs in his room, a sign on his door letting them know he was broadcasting so it was better to send messages to him via phone. And Sydney was in the kitchen with her, preparing ingredients for making lunch, something with rice and vegetables.

She couldn’t keep her focus on her papers, looking up to watch him chopping broccoli in silence. If there was anything Vanessa hated in the world, it was that forced silence from him. The Pizzaplex used it as her punishment if she didn’t meet expectations or was ‘disappointing’ for them in some way, taking away Sydney’s voice so she’d have no other sounds in solitude but her own voice, which would end up meek and submissive from her uncertainty that he’d ever be back to himself. But this was different; this silence was one Sydney put upon himself out of fear of what he could do with his voice.

Alex had explained it, sort of. How in their past lives as the mercenaries of some renown Panther and Router, Sydney had been the Panther, who would capture persons of interest and then use any information he gained about them to speak them into submission. Words to break their hearts and spirits, to demoralize, dehumanize, destroy their sense of self-worth and autonomy; with just his voice, Panther could hollow out a person into shells of themselves, a fate worse than death.

And Sydney had some understanding of that, so his solution to his fear of even unintentionally using hurtful words was to just go mute. Vanessa thought it was stupid and had hoped that, in time, he’d realize how dumb it was to just stop talking and just talk to her again. She missed their conversations and she just wanted his past to not be constantly a shadow over them.

She set her pen down and took a deep breath. The contract she despised was tucked in her pocket as usual, and she took it out to look it over again. The legalese was densely packed and had taken forever for her to pick through to understand. What she got from it was the idea that him being bound to her like this meant she could give orders and he’d carry them out. Just thinking of it made her feel ill, but maybe.. maybe this could actually work?

She shouldn’t, she shouldn’t, just thinking of it was awful, but how else was she to get any progress?

“Sydney?” Vanessa began and hated how meek she sounded, like she was in front of Vanny, unsure of herself and her place in the world. She coughed and tried to clear her throat while Sydney paused his work to look at her expectantly, his head tilted in that way that made her think of a confused puppy. ‘Just say it and see if he’ll actually do it and maybe things will go back to the way they were!’

She tried again, tried to make herself sound more confident. “Sydney, I know you think you’re keeping us safe by not talking, but we’ll be fine so you can stop giving us the silent treatment,” Vanessa tried to joke, playing for casual and cool. “I’d like to have our chats again.”

Sydney just gave her that little smile of amusement and shook his head. Frustration flooded her, surging past a shallow current of attempted calm that tried to soothe her. ‘Just say it!’

“I’m ordering you to stop being silent and talk to me again!” Vanessa yelled tearfully and almost immediately regretted saying anything, hands flying up to cover her mouth as Sydney’s expression went blank.

“..I was wondering if you’d ever use that,” he finally said softly, then gave her a slow smile, laughing as he shook his head. He headed for the sink, washed the blade of the knife, wiped it dry and then set it into the wood block with the others. With that done, he returned to the kitchen island and laid his hands on the surface, leaning forward on it in a relaxed pose. “So, what now?” he asked her with a lopsided grin, hooded eyes just watching her fidget in her chair, “You wanted me to talk. What do you want me to say?”

Well, she got her wish. Her vision flickered, like the world seemed to distort for just a moment and then snapped back into place. Sydney was still waiting on her to say something. To issue another order. Vanessa swallowed, a lump in her stomach making her feel queasy. She wasn’t much of a supervisor, she couldn’t do this. Following orders was more her thing, dependable, reliable, comforting directions that she could follow or find loopholes in. Structure in the world that kept the chaos of the unknown at bay.

For all that Sydney was her best friend, her constant companion since awakening with no memories of her past, he was very much still an unknown to her.

Chaos she unbottled without thinking.

“That’s a familiar expression,” Sydney murmured when she didn’t speak up, that grin still on his face, “If your face freezes like that, I’ll get the blame for it.” Familiar words, teasing as usual, so why didn’t this feel right? Vanessa didn’t know what expression she had on -Fear, typical reaction to a mercenary with Panther’s reputation, even if his memories are gone, those skills didn’t fade.- but her eyes remained focused on him as he pushed himself away from the kitchen island. Away from her.

“My silence was your safety, Vanessa,” he went on with a casual shrug, “I don’t know why you wanted to remove that, but then you’re always looking for loopholes to exploit to get what you want.” Sydney’s expression and tone darkened, “Seems like I’m forever being partnered with hackers of one kind or another. People who think they know it all and still manage to fuck up on the most basic shit.”

“I’m sorry,” Vanessa said meekly, a memory of being threatened by a harsh voice and a British accent flashing through her mind. -What was that? I’ll have to come back to that in another session.- “I just.. I...” she trailed off brokenly.

“You just wanted to talk again, even though I’ve told you before,” Sydney filled in for her, “talking leads to trouble. You can’t afford trouble, Vanessa.” He gestured towards the household. “We have people depending on you! You’re the head of the house!” The look of contempt on his face had her whimper, tears welling up as pinpricks covered her skin.

Alex had warned her, didn’t he? Had told her about how his brother in their past lives could dig out a person’s weakness and just keep hitting it with his words. Find what scares them most, what they don’t want to face, and force it in their faces until they broke. -It’s what he was good at, according to Mike at least. Didn’t have much to him by the time I faced him in that attraction.- But Sydney wasn’t like that. He was always trying to lift her up, cheer her up, keep her reminded of things she liked and things that were her strengths. -And that can just as easily be flipped. Is this what you think he would attack with?-

“You don’t arm a weapon unless you intend to fire it at a target, Vanessa,” Sydney murmured, slowly circling the kitchen, moving out of her line of sight as she sat there, frozen in rising despair, “Otherwise it’s a waste of resources. Is that what you do? Waste your resources? You have so little to work with, and you squander some for a fantasy?”

Not enough money in the account. Not enough memories to hold her identity. Pounding against an iron door, screaming in desperation at the glitchy smile hovering in the shadows.

-There’s so much to address, you people are far too good at burying your issues. I can’t help you guys if you add a third layer!-

“N-no, you’re not a waste!” Vanessa tried to protest. This wasn’t really him, this wasn’t, this wasn’t!

“Do you have a target for me?” Sydney purred, leaning towards her from just behind her shoulder. How did he get there so fast?! -Apparently he could move pretty quickly and quietly for being a big guy. At least, back when he was alive. Or so I’m told.- “Or a topic to talk about? Because if you don’t, then this was a waste, Vanessa.”

She shivered, eyes wide and teary as his voice lowered, close to her ear, cold and biting. “What a waste, just like you,” Sydney whispered, “All that effort Vanny put into you, all that pain I put up with for you, and at the first chance to prove yourself all you did was show off how useless you are. Pretty face and empty head, no wonder she thought you were perfect as a host body. She gave you that contract, gave you power, and you don’t even know what to do with it.”

She felt lightheaded, her breaths quick and uneven as her vision glitched out more in that familiar way. -Wait, he doesn’t call her by that name, you do.. Ah! That’s where the lie is!-

“Maybe you should sleep,” Sydney murmured, gently taking hold of her chin and turning her face to his, lopsided grin in place again. “Life is too hard for you, isn’t it?” he added, tilting her face up closer, “So much easier to just.. Sleep.”

“Yeah, no. The Sydney we know tends to stay out of people’s personal spaces,” another voice declared in an unimpressed tone as mist of blue-tinged white rolled over the kitchen and crashed up against the two of them. Sydney was shoved away from Vanessa as she staggered back, hugging herself tightly with a sob. “Now I see the lie in this nightmare. You’re a lingering fragment of Glitchtrap’s programming!”

The kitchen flickered, the cute cabinets and household appliances vanishing in favor of black walls spattered with deep purple pixels, an incomplete rabbit’s head formed in the mess, mouth moving as if in slow laughter. Vanessa looked around herself, the fear and desperation of that night in the Pizzaplex surging back up. The sound of Gregory and Freddy playing had long faded, never there to begin with, and Vincent stood before her like a shield, facing down a Sydney who wouldn’t say things like that to her but did in this nightmare.

Or he could but refuses to and that can change any moment and what could she do then?

“What’s the truth here? Show your real form!” the guard declared, “Vanessa, focus on your memories of who Sydney is, to you and your family.”

She blinked, casting about for them, between the haziness and the gaps where Vanny, Elizabeth Afton, had scrubbed her memories. Little pockets of clarity, where Sydney was persistently trying to keep her memories fresh, rewrite her identity when it was being worn away, poking and prodding during their exercise routines. He was her friend, her protector, her teacher of sorts, who grinned proudly up at her when she finally took him by surprise during one sparring practice and brought him down.

‘This version of Sydney knows my weaknesses? Well, I know his too!’

Vanessa wasn’t sure when that retro-Freddy head appeared at her feet but then dreams were weird things anyway and very much not her department. She quickly reached down to grab it and put it over her head, then grabbed the stool she’d been sitting on, hefted it up, and ran screaming at Sydney in the most threatening way she could.

It was almost funny the way the man just froze up and stared at her like she was Death itself coming for him, absolute horror on his face up until she smashed the stool against his arm and knocked him over. Vincent’s gobsmacked expression might be hilarious to her later, but for now it was irritating as it meant he was wasting time gawking when he could be fixing this mess in her head. Vanessa smacked the stool down on Sydney’s back to be sure he was staying down and then lifted the Freddy head from her own to glare at the purple-skinned dream guard.

“Well?! You’re being paid by the hour; don’t milk it!” she declared. Vincent startled back into motion, pouting at her with a blush.

“You’re getting a discount already, I’m not haggling more when I have to keep taking Ven’s place and distract him from his commissions!” he countered and raised a hand towards the dazed man on the floor. Vanessa watched intently as Remnant wrapped over his body and pulled, unwrapping the image of Sydney like paper covering a present.

Her determined expression gave way to shock at the half-formed figure of the rabbit lady Vanny that lay in place of her best friend, blood-red eyes flickering to rainbow static erratically as she twitched like an animatronic on the fritz. He was right and her own fears were right; there was still Vanny’s influence left in her, pieces waiting to rip control of her body from her, prepare her still for Emelia’s ‘resurrection’. She still wasn’t truly free.

When would she ever be free?

The rabbit woman’s eyes rolled in her head to lock onto Vanessa’s face and before Vincent even registered what was going to happen, she lunged from the floor to Vanessa, hands outstretched as if to strangle her.

Her body moved in reaction, no thoughts, no doubts, not even a moment for either. A large kitchen knife just flashed in Vanessa’s hand and she lunged forward herself, slamming the blade into the rabbit woman’s body. Her palm pressed against the butt of the knife’s handle to increase the force, moving downward to let gravity help drive the blade in deeper. Vanny’s scream in response was strangled and electronic, artificial and grating on the ears. Vanessa just twisted the knife, then kicked the woman away, the knife ripping out from Vanny’s body being flung back in the motion.

When Vanny hit the ground this time, she burst apart in a cloud of purple and black, and Vincent’s cooling Remnant tore through the cloud, burning away the fragments before they could touch anything else in her mind.

“What the hell was that?” the man breathed in shock, staring at Vanessa as she swallowed and looked down at the dripping knife in her hand. Some part of her thought she should feel a lot more horrified by her own actions. Some part should be demanding to know how she learned to do that, if Elizabeth Afton had implanted these killing capabilities into her for Emelia to use.

But that wasn’t where these came from, was it? ‘She wanted Emelia’s hands ‘clean’, that’s why she made that contract with Sydney. Sydney was supposed to do the killing for me.. for her.. when it was needed.’ And instead Sydney taught her self-defense during their hours off from work before and during the Pizzaplex. Told her that she’d forget what he taught her sometimes but that it would be okay because they practiced enough her body would remember for her.

So the things in her head that would use her knowledge against her wouldn’t be able to predict her movements if she could do them on instinct.

The distortion of a rabbit hovering over them flickered and fell apart soon after, fading out before Vincent could tear into that as well. She heard him swear under his breath for failing to burn that bit of Glitchtrap out but all Vanessa could do was just lay her knife down on the kitchen island surface. The words were muffled anyway, the blade had grown heavy so she set it down, and now her skin felt clammy.

She could really use a shower and a few minutes to cry. Maybe she could yell at Sydney later for doing this to her, and then hug him tight for teaching her how to protect herself from her demons.

Maybe he had something like this in his head too, and that was why he still refused to talk. Maybe that was why he taught her how to do this, so if he couldn’t stop his own demon, Vanessa could stop him.

“Can we end the session now?” she asked weakly as Vincent dragged a chair over for her to sit in. Her legs wobbled and she all but dropped straight down onto it, but it was a relief to be off her feet.

“I’d like to discuss what happened here first,” he replied, gesturing at the mess in the kitchen. A lot of the room had broken apart into a cloudy void thanks to Glitchtrap, blank and formless like her focus.

“I don’t,” Vanessa countered flatly. She was already aware of what happened. Even with Gregory doing his best to break the network control over her, Elizabeth Afton still managed to get some programming into her head before Vanessa escaped the Pizzaplex and now she had to clean it up. This was her mind, her body, her identity; she wasn’t going to give any of it up to some little ghost girl who demanded to skip to adulthood and steal a new life instead of just be reborn like Alex said some ghosts could.

Vincent opened his mouth, then closed it with a sigh. “I’d really recommend talking this out, but I can’t force you to do something you don’t want to do,” he said reluctantly and offered his hand to her. “At least get some rest once you get home, indulge in all your favorite comfort things. Rebuild your mental stability and defenses.”

“I’m going to stick my toes under Sydney’s thighs,” Vanessa told him just as flatly and watched his face turn a darker shade of purple.

“There are some things you really don’t need to share with a counselor,” Vincent complained. She rolled her eyes; he did say to do something comforting, and warming her toes that way was nice, especially when she could then pester her best friend for a foot rub after and Sydney always indulged her while fake-complaining about it. Why did everyone else make such a weird big deal out of it?

She reached out and placed her hand in his and closed her eyes as the world faded away.

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When Vanessa opened her eyes, she was staring up at the ceiling to the apartment Ven shared with his twin sister and Damien. The sofa she lay on was thick and soft against her back, the plush cushions rested against her head and neck, her feet resting in Sydney’s lap while he read a magazine. She blinked and looked down at him while he pulled his attention from it to her, a concerned frown on his face as he studied her carefully.

Rather than say anything, Vanessa pulled her feet from his lap and jammed them under his thigh, relishing in the warmth and the reminder that he was real, he was there, he hadn’t left her behind. Sydney just blinked at her actions, then patted the ankle he could reach comfortingly. She managed a smile at him even as her stomach still flip-flopped at knowing he taught her how to kill the Vanny in her head that tried to pull her sense of self down.

“I’d like to schedule a follow-up for this weekend to properly discuss this session as well as examine Sydney for correlating incidents,” Vincent said through Ven’s mouth as he pulled a notebook closer to himself on the coffee table.

Sydney’s grip on her ankle tightened and Vanessa looked to him as his face turned ashen, eyes wide and alarmed as he shook his head desperately. “Why don’t you want to get checked?” she asked him and sat up, dread creeping up her spine, “I told you I was afraid there was something still in me.. is there something like that in you?” she whispered, watching him intently as alarm turned to fear in her best friend’s eyes.

There had to be something like that if Sydney was panicking at the idea of letting Vincent in to see. She reached out to pat his shoulder as comfortingly as she could. “Hey, whatever’s going on, I’m sure we can handle it together,” Vanessa told him with a grin full of a confidence she didn’t fully feel, “You taught me how to take out the Vanny in my head, we can take on whatever Glitchtrap put inside yours!”

The complicated expression on his face was not all that comforting, not when it was paired with him pulling his hand from her ankle to fold his arms over his chest, shoulders hunching as though to protect himself from her words. Vanessa wondered if the same thing was happening to him that had happened to her; an implanted voice taunting him with his failures and mistakes, breaking him down where she couldn’t see, couldn’t reach.

She hoped fiercely for a chance to smash a stool on that other voice if that was the case. Sydney was a source of strength she could count on when she felt unsteady so of course she’d have to be one for him when he needed it most. That’s what made them such good partners after all.

“You are not a waste. You taught me so much, enough that I can lose my memories and still be a weapon against our enemies. So you can count on me to take out the ones in your mind and set us both free someday.”

[ask-the-fox-guard]

Vincent, your smile isn't helping my crushing, if it wasn't because a certain someone hadn't already "arrested" you for heart stealing i would have made such a comment by now. >///>

"It's not a romance >///>..."

[re-pilot-info]

Vince x Darren is still canon?

Yep! It is still gonna be canon, though they have a falling out pre-NT2 then they get back together after The Boogeyman is long gone.

[emilys-locket]

Sadly most of my old old pictures have disappeared but have these!

⭐Bonus self indulgent portraits⭐

Special thanks for these guys for getting me through the rough times and motivating me hopefully times will change for the better and thank you all for the support and i hope you all have a lovely new year!