#we know the sinkholes given before

[walking-fnaf-encyclopedia]

n. not to sound like a conspiracy theorist. but do we have like.. undeniable confirmation that ruin is a sequel. like.. ANY? at all? any dates? any references directly to sb?

anything?

[gamerbearmira]

The worlds my oyster im the pearl

I started this a while ago and only just finished it, as per usual LMAOOO

Nan but uhhhh in between writing for the giftless grandkids and art, I did this at some point. Finally decided to finish it, and then I finished the drawing too 🤧

lgi

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Luisa, Camilo, and Mirabel walked through the thick woods on the Encanto. Camilo led the way, the trio's only light being a lantern that Camilo was holding up. He had a smirk on his face as they walked, and Mirabel was close behind. Luisa's eyes kept darting around, and she nervously bit her lip.

"Guys, I don't know about this..." She said softly and Camilo snorted.

"Come on! We have to find something interesting. No one else will come up here. And it's not like anyone will notice we're gone," Camilo said nonchalantly.

He was right there. It was the dead of night. Well, not midnight, but late enough that the three could sneak out unnoticed. Normally people would've noticed; after all two barely 13-year-olds and a 17-year-old? Of course, people would notice. And they were the Madrigals no less.

"Come on Lulu," Mirabel gave her older sister a sympathetic smile. "We're just gonna find this cave, check it out, and leave. In and out."

Luisa's eyes flicked between her younger sister and younger primo. She sighed, continuing to follow behind them. She was the oldest, she was the strongest. Someone had to protect them if something happened.

They had been walking for who knows how long and were definitely a good ways away from the village. Camilo squinted his eyes, the lantern not much help. He was walking, walking, walking-

His eyes widened as his right foot suddenly found no ground and before he could even look down, he found himself slipping down a hole.

"Camilo? Camilo!" Mirabel had noticed quickly that her primo had disappeared and the lantern he was holding had dropped to the ground. Luisa stared, her eye twitching as Mirabel carefully walked forward, leaning forward.

"What happened?!" Luisa asked frantically.

Mirabel was panicking a bit too. "I-I don't know!" She moved closer, looking into the hole. It was big. Almost like a sinkhole but...there weren't many sinkholes. And the river couldn't bave erroded the ground this deep, especially near the base of one of the mountains... "Camilo! Are you okay?"

The two sisters waited anxiously before his voice finally echoed back. "Yeah I'm ok! I think I found the cave! It's mostly empty with some kind of pool!"

"Pool?" Luisa asked confused. Mirabek had gotten up looking around. Luisa watched her and she finally found what she was looking for. It was a vine, thick and sturdy. She watched her younger sister tie it around her waist and hand her the other end.

"W-What are you doing?" Luisa asked, following her sister to the hole.

"I'm gonna go down there and get Camilo. Hold onto the vine, and I'll tug so you can pull us up. Your gift makes it easier anyway."

Luisa shifted her weight from one foot to the other. With a hesitant nod, Luisa sghed "I guess."

Mirabel moved closer to the hole before sliding down. She watched the vine get shorter and shorter until finally it stopped. There was no noise, but then she felt a tug and heard Mirabel's voice.

"You can pull us up now!" Mirabel called. Luisa jumped before beginning to pull. It was hard, obviously, given her powers, but the vine jept getting caught on stuff. She wasn't paying attention and slowly it began to fray at where she was pulling.

It took only a second before a loud snapping was heard and she heard her hermanita and primito screaming as they were falling back fown. Luisa wasn't even thinking when she threw herself at the vine trying to grap it but instead slipped in the mud and fell into the hole herself.

After a minute she hit the hard ground, and she groaned softly as she sat up. Camilo and Mirabel rushed over.

"Luisa, are you okay?! What happened?" Mirabel asked and Luisa rubbed her now scrapped elbows. She'd have to eat some of her mamá food for that later.

"I...I don't know. The vine must've snapped under your guys weight. I tried to grab it but I slipped and fell in," she explained, standing up.

Camilo threw his hands up. "Well how are we supposed to get out now! The only other hole is up there," he pointed up, and above the hallow cave was the rest of the moutain, and a massive hole gave them a glimpse of the night sky, where the moon was slowly moving across it.

The three sat there for a moment beforr Mirabel looked towards the large pool of water. "Wait, if there's water coming in, than that means that there's gotta be water going out!"

Luisa amd Camilo nodded in understanding. "That must mean that this pool leads out to the main river! We could probably swim under and follow the current to get to the river!"

"And we'll be home free...you guys can hold you breaths for a whole right?" Camilo asked and both of his primas nodded.

"But how are we gonna explain coming home sopping wet?" Luisa asked and Camilo waved his hand.

"It's fine. Casita won't tell on us and everyone else will still be asleep if we're quick enough."

Luisa seemed satisfied withthat answered and the three made their way to the pool. Luisa offered herself to go in first. She was careful not to cause too big of a splash, and her eyebrows were raised as she treaded the water.

"What is it? Is something wrong?" Mirabel asked and Luisa shook her head.

"No, no it's just...not as cold as I thought it would be. It feels...different." She mumbled.

"Different how?" Camilo asked, slipping in with Mirabel. She was right, it did feel strange.

"I don't know...but we don't have time to worry about that, we have to get out of here as soon as possible," Luisa said, looking between the two. "I don't want to get in trouble and I certainly don't wanna die here." The two younger ones nodded in agreement.

Before they could duck underwater, a bright light shone down on the pool. At first they didn't think anything of it. The moon was high in the sky, and sitting directly above them; it was midnight by that point.

It wasn't until a few seconds later that they noticed.

"Uh...why is the water boiling?" Mirabel asked hesitantly as the water around them began to become more turbulent.

"Why is it not hot...?" Luisa asked.

"We're gonna die," Camilo said in a dead pan voice.

"What?!" Luisa asked panicked.

"We are not going to die!" Mirabel said, glaring at Camilo. But even she wasn't sure. While the water wasn't hot, it was stil acting...strange, when only just a few moments ago, it was calm amd still. Only when the moon came across did it change.

"Hey, does anyone else feel...weird?" Luisa asked.

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They’re so silly, I wonder what they will do…

Jkjk but uhhhh yeah they do NOT know what to and kinda just wing it 💀💀 and they have to keep it a secret. They’re excited asf when they learn about their new powers tho 🙏

This is dumb idek why I drew it

[monty-glasses-roxy]

Guess who just had a thought AGAIN

Gregory using an elevator to get somewhere (either by himself or with Freddy) nothing big or anything. Cassie happens to be nearby and gets such a dudden thought that its borderline impossible to turn it down. So she gives in to it and tries to do the same thing to Gregory she thinks he did to her, and tries cutting the elevator with him inside (probably with her Faz-wrench or vanni mask or both) before he can reach his destination.

Regardless if Gregory makes it out alive or not (but lbr he prolly would bc hes like a roach in that sense) Roxy being security, can probably see what happened, and likely be left with the choice of providing the evidence when others investigate it or try to cover up for Cassie by omitting and maybe? even scrubbing the evidence off the system.

Oh this went in different direction to what I was expecting lmao

I thought you were gonna say that Cassie took over the speaker system to say "Gregory... it's me. I think I need to explain a few things. You were never supposed to go to the Pizzaplex. That thing in the sinkhole tricked you. I really don't know what it is but it's been trapped down here a really long time. That MXES security system was designed to keep it hidden, but you shut down the security. Now it's free... It's not your fault. I know you did it for me. To save me... but we can't risk being followed. I'm sorry."

Lights go out. The lift is stuck in place. Maybe it starts going down or suddenly jerks down for a second, and then she just leaves it stuck there so someone else can let them out.

But no okay we're going full on murder route, got it lmao

I feel like Roxy would be the first to respond there given it's a security kind of thing she'd pick up on. She gets there and pauses. For just a second, she's back under the pizzaplex, trying to open the doors of the lift to save Cassie in the darkness, listening out for the thundering footsteps of Mimic in case it comes back...

The space between floors in the main pizzaplex isn't that big, so I don't think the damage would be as severe, especially if they got on at the ground floor and hadn't been gone up very far. Even still, this kind of incident is no joke. There's nothing you can do in these situations but hope and pray. The whole 'lie down on the floor' thing isn't even certain to help. The biggest risk if they don't fall far though, is ironically Freddy as well. If he falls on Gregory? Well... yeah.

If they're both relatively unharmed though, this is maybe a sign that Cassie should probably see a therapist... I mean it's a sign no matter what, but if something serious happens to Gregory, there's probably a lot more to consider there.

If she gives him the monologue and just makes the lift jolt before leaving it stuck between floors though, I can see Gregory yelling to be let out and Roxy or whoever answering like "What's the matter? Do you only like being in Freddy shaped metal boxes, or something?"

You know what? Everyone here needs therapy. I think they deserve it.

[astroprompts]

✧ —𝐁𝐎𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 [𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝟏]

“Why so gloomy, roomie?”

“I've had tapeworms that were less parasitic.”

“If you're looking for the toaster strudels, I got really high last night and ate them all.”

“I don't know how you can expect anyone else to love you when you so clearly hate yourself.”

“I pride myself on my ability to separate my professional life from my personal life.”

“I really gotta start putting my phone on airplane mode when I drink.”

“Sorry I haven't really been mingling. I get kind of awkward at parties.”

“I'm responsible for my own happiness? I can't even be responsible for my own breakfast!”

“Don't put things in my butt if you want them back.”

“Well, that was another in a long series of regrettable life choices.”

“Well, that went slightly better than the worst it could have possibly gone, so... Hooray?”

“Just like always, you're right, and everyone else is wrong. But if you don't swallow your pride, this is never gonna let up.”

“I'm not stubborn. I'm proud.”

“Is this a necessary conversation to be having right now?”

“You know what the problem is with everybody? They all just want to hear what they already believe. No one ever wants to hear the truth.”

“I want to hear the truth. I don't know if you want to tell it, though.”

“Your family will never understand you. Your lovers will leave you or try to change you. But your fans, you be good to them, and they'll be good to you.”

“No matter what happens, no matter how much it hurts, you don't stop dancing, and you don't stop smiling, and you give those people what they want.”

“People don't usually want to hang out with me after rehab. I'm really more of a before-rehab friend.”

“Morning, sleepy-pooh, you want pancakes?”

“The guest room is yours as long as you want.”

“Ahab's got a white whale to catch, baby!”

“You're not this girl's father, and you're not doing her any favors by refusing to set boundaries.”

“I get letters every day from boys telling me that I was the first girl they masturbated to.”

“You're not my dad. You're just a rugged, older man who provided me with a strong, masculine presence during my formative years.”

“I'm at a place right now where I never need to grow as a person or rise to an occasion, because I can constantly just surround myself with sycophants and enablers until I die tragically young.”

“I'm pumping out heartfelt anecdotes and witty observations left and right.”

“I really want to be here for you in your time of need, but I'm not really good with funerals or death or families or feelings or people.”

“My family made my life miserable, and then they never forgave me for leaving.”

“Well, he was a mean, sadistic alcoholic, who never supported anything I did and actively delighted in seeing me fail.”

“I'm just saying, if you can't find a way to let off some steam you're going to explode.”

“I should've known it was a waste of time to come back here.”

“Look, take it from someone with his own shitty parents; family is a sinkhole, and you were right to get out when you had the chance.”

“The stupid thing is, even now I still just want them to be proud of me and think I did good.”

“Closure is a made up thing by Steven Spielberg to sell movie tickets.”

“This is the sweetest choking hazard anyone's ever given me.”

“This has been fun, and also an offensive display of extravagant wealth, but maybe we should call it a night.”

“Give me a bottle of something to help me forget my problems.”

“I like being around you, and I don't know if I ever told you that in so many words, so I'm telling you.”

“You are a goddamn American treasure, you know that?”

“Am I just hungover, or are you talking like a Muppet?”

“You're the one who's always been there for me, so I drank a lot more bourbon and drove over to tell you how I feel.”

“Every time something bad happens, you come running to me for comfort.”

“We're just two lonely people trying to hate ourselves a little less.”

“You know the worst part? I knew this was gonna happen and I let myself get excited anyway.”

“Uh-oh. People only say they're fine when they're not fine.”

“I spy with my little eye someone who needs to shut the hell up.”

“Here. I got you a beer. It's on the house.”

“Did you think that I spent the last 20 years on my couch just feeling sorry for myself?”

“I think I need to head off to bed, and I hope I actually wake up later.”

“You have to live with the shitty thing you did for the rest of your life. You have to know that it's never, ever going to be okay.”

“You know what your problem is? You want to think of yourself as the good guy. Well, I know you better than anyone, and I can tell you that you're not.”

“You'd probably sleep a lot better at night if you just admitted to yourself that you're a selfish goddamn coward who takes whatever he wants and doesn't give a shit about who he hurts.”

“So... Should we talk about how you just tried to kiss me?”

“I'm not going to waste another thought on you.”

“Bad news-- I lost my driver's license.”

“Can you... Drive me everywhere I need to go for the next three months?”

“You know, with my knack for coming up with plans and your ability to hear them without contributing more than three words at a time, we make a pretty good team, don't we?”

“I was just trying to be a good friend in my own shitty, ass-backwards way.”

“You know, sometimes I feel like I was born with a leak, and any goodness I started with just slowly spilled out of me, and now it's all gone.”

“Why is it that 90% of our conversations these days revolve around plotting sabotages?”

“Look, all publicity is good publicity.”

“I need to go take a shower so I can't tell if I'm crying or not.”

“Maybe I just need to stop expecting you to be a good person, so that way, I won't get hurt when you're not.”

“You abandoned me, and I will never forgive you for that.”

“Unbelievable. When your powers combine... You are somehow even more stupid than the sum of your stupids.”

“They see a greatness in me, and they mistake it for goodness, but I... I know there's nothing there.”

“Look, if you really want to help people, it doesn't hurt to have a little money in your pocket.”

“I kind of think all you are is just the things that you do.”

[echoesofwisdomcountup]

27 Days until Tears of the Kingdom Release. More trailer analysis today for y'all. I have watched it an unhealthy amount of times but like the music slaps so hard that rewatching it is not a chore at all. I'm sure most of you by now have heard that the main lead in instrument is a Saxophone which is sick imo.

Spoilers under the cut for those avoiding things.

Picking up where we left off yeasterday, we know have giant sinkholes in the desert. They could be quicksand or pits of death but they could also grant access to an underground section beneath the desert. Considering this is Arbiter's ground, these things might be related to the rising structure earlier in the trailer. Whatever the case, I know that one of my first courses of action will be to walk right into one of these to find out just what they are.

This part to me really hammers in that the underground sections of the game are no joke. They seem to be large and extensive and I'm so ready to explore them. Of course this place is also giving me dungeon vibes which is awesome. Also interesting to see the fire resistant armor mostly unchanged (from what I can tell at least.)

FLYING BOATS!! Are they ghost boats? Magic boats? Zonai tech boats? Who knows but I like the way they look. I think I made it very clear in the first trailer analysis that I needed to explore the giant tornado in the sky. Thank you Nintendo for showing more of the stormhead (although I'll get to the similarities with Skyward Sword another day.) You can see that this boat the trampoline that we see later in the trailer. Its going to be fun to use those.

Now this construct is fairly massive and it isn't the same as the minecraft looking one from the previous trailer. However, I wonder if this one will actually fight us or if its a larger construction construct (hehe). Either way it looks very cool and I am leaning towards fightin given the amount of boss fights this trailer highlights.

My jaw dropped the first time I saw this (although tbf it might have been dropped lower since so much of the trailer had me in shocked awe.) I love the new jump animation Link has (its shown much better later on) which as far as I've seen is only used in gravity manipulation sections. Also yeah gravity manipulation. I've seen several reactors look at this and the weird steps later on and talked about slowing time. Nah its gravity. The little green circle is keeping the water orbiting it at the center. Although, I wonder exactly how common this will be. I hope its used more than once.

Look at that flight suit!! It reminds me of a flying squirrel and I love it. Also mission impossible style laser dodging is not what I had on my totk bingo but I'm not complaining. However, if this section is motion controlled I think I can confidently say that many of us will need several tries. Still a cool use of the new diving mechanics. After this is the shot in the orb but I don't really have anything to say about it except the thing in the background looks like a gumball machine.

If this isn't one of the labyrinths in the sky, I will eat my shoe. In fact, I'm willing to bet that this is in that cube that haunted me in the past trailer.

Sick new spear, same animation, horse that looks very similar to Epona (oh I hope), and most importantly NPC's FIGHTING ALONG SIDE US!! I'm very stoked to see the other members of Hyrule fighting in groups against monsters. It's not just Link. Hyrule is everyone's home and I'm so happy that Nintendo is letting regular the NPC's fight to defend it. Even if their equipment is a little haphazard.

I love Link's expression so much. A little guy. But also he has the shiekah slate and it's got a usb connection into the spool of wire. I'm guessing this is right after/before the little robot arms shot in the past trailer. I have no idea what this is about but I'm curious. Maybe they are viewing more memories stored in the slate? Either that or plugging the wire into the slate is for upgrades or it accesses a specific area.

I have no clue who this person is but I am intrigued. They kinda look like the wall painting showed off in a past trailer but I have no idea what that means. I give this figure props for being mysterious and interesting looking. (Some people said this was in the art book but again I avoided that.)

This part of the castle is very pretty but I don't believe for one second that Link is actually there in the present. He is either reliving a memory or has time traveled because the throne room for sure hasn't been fixed in his time. Magic is involved here.

Zelda looks like she is at an altar. I'm very much reminded of Skyward Sword. I don't know what this means for her but maybe it has something to do with the Master Sword or her goddess powers.

Hmm I mean the random figure saying Link is the last line of defense is cool and all but this shot confuses me. Link's hand should be damaged/be the ancient hand. Is this even Botw Link? Also why is he pulling out the Master Sword again? We know it was damaged so did Zelda stick it back in the pedestal to recharge? So many questions.

Random figure talking to Zelda (who I think might be related to the Owl/the Sage in OOT that talks to Link in the sacred realm) has a similar looking hand. Maybe it's the same one that Link gets or maybe several Zonai have arms like this. Either way we get the first look at the tears part of Tears of the Kingdom but I'll talk about them more the next time.

That's it for today. The only other news I have is that Nintendo has apparently confirmed we will be starting the game in the sky. I'm assuming we either have a very long starting cutscene before they let us have control of Link or we do Great Platau 2.0 first and then we descend to the ground and have to explain what happened to someone like Impah and then the game gives us the explanation cutscene. Anyway, bye for now.

[gra93fruit-blog]

Introductions Pt. 3

Sorry I am Ill and did not go into work today so this is a bit later.

Warning: Drug use,

Space marine Husbandry Verse.

You finally get your new friend out of the pit.

The chainsaw sounds were what did it—you quickly turned around. Feeling slightly pathetic, you realized you’d only made it about a meter from the sinkhole before the familiar crunch of a chainsaw caused you to run back. There was some shouting from the marine and a shattering crunch that must have been the concrete giving way under giant metal boots.

“Hey!” you shouted as you hurried over to the pit, your legs feeling relaxed and loose. The green-clad marine was diligently ramming the end of what looked like an oversized chainsaw into the frozen earth around him.

“Holy shit!” was your elegant response as you watched him press the chainsaw sword into the ground. You held your breath, half-expecting it to buck back and take a limb with it. You saw it try to buck a couple of times as the teeth hit small stones or stubborn pieces of ice, but instead of kicking back and lopping off a limb, the marine kept a steady grip, simply pressing the chainsaw deeper into the dirt.

When you reached the edge, the marine’s head jerked up for a second, and you got the feeling he was pleased you’d returned. His obvious enjoyment didn’t stop him from his task, though, as he pressed the chainsaw sword into the earth with more vigor, stopping only when he’d created a large divot in the frozen ground.

Task complete, he stepped back and did his best to look up in armour that clearly wasn’t designed for it. He gave you a quick nod before getting back to work, gesturing to the wall and then starting another divot a little further up.

“Okay, so you're making a ladder. Not sure even the permafrost will hold your weight, dude,” you said, attempting to catch his eye and gesturing for him to wait. He looked up, saw you, and then promptly ignored you in favour of continuing to carve into the side of the pit.

“Oh, you're a stubborn bastard, aren't you?” was all you muttered as you looked around, checking your phone again to see if anything had magically given you service in the last five minutes.

The answer was no. You could, however, hear the deep rumbling of a snowmobile, and given it was poker night, there was a good chance it was passing on the road behind you. Sure enough, a single headlight and the distressed sound of a snowmobile broke through from the woods. You took a deep breath.

“Hey! Jona, or Russ, or Asha! I need some help over here!” you shouted as the snowmobile zipped closer. It veered towards you, and as it got closer, you recognized Asha.

“Hey! What's up—oh, the sinkhole's back.”

“Yeah, and there's a marine in it too.”

“What?” Asha dismounted, well away from the sinkhole, and wandered over, sniffing the air before giving you a sly grin.

“Holy shit… Yeah, that’s a marine. He seems to be making progress on whatever he’s doing.”

“I think he’s making a ladder,” you informed her, looking down at the unfolding situation. The marine, undeterred by her arrival, continued to carve into the side.

“Want me to get my tow straps and the backhoe from public works? I have Gordie’s emergency contact. They’re heavy, but I bet they’ll be quick.”

You looked at the marine, who was making slow but steady progress toward what looked like a ladder. “Even at this hour, I’m pretty sure they’ll get here before he’s finished that ladder. Let’s call Gordie—you’re talking to him,” you decided, preferring to maintain some level of professionalism.

You waited for the chainsaw to ease up before shouting into the hole again. “Hey! We’re going to get someone to scoop you out of there!” The marine looked up, replied with something indiscernible, and went back to work.

“He’s dedicated,” Asha remarked.

“I just want to know where he came from. It’s not like we get wandering warbands around here, and the ice road would be too thin for him to cross on foot anyway.” She lit a cigarette. “I’ll let everyone know what’s going on and that you didn’t get lost in a drift somewhere. I’ll call Gordie using Russ’s internet, too. I’ll be back in a bit with news—Gordie’s still at public works, so he might beat me here,” she added, patting your shoulder warmly before heading back to her snowmobile.

“Thanks. I’ll stay here with him, then,” you said, inching slightly closer to the edge of the pit. You heard the snowmobile rev away and saw the marine glance up at the sound, then relax and return to his cutting.

“We’ll get you out,” you told him and waited. Talking didn’t seem helpful, so you waited in silence. Time passed slowly, and after about 20 minutes, the marine had made progress, creating three giant divots in the ground. You figured he’d need at least five more, given the spacing, and eyed them skeptically, unsure if the frozen dirt would hold him.

You were pondering how to mime this when you heard the distinct clunk-clunk-clunk of tracks on ice. The backhoe was coming. With any luck, the ladder wouldn’t be necessary. The rumble and clank of the backhoe seemed to catch the marine’s attention more than anything else had. As it got closer, the ground started to shake.

The marine’s head jerked up at the sound, and he suddenly turned off the chainsaw sword, scanning for the noise.

You made eye contact, smiled, and gave a thumbs-up. The backhoe had crept up the road enough that the ground shook noticeably, and its lights were visible. The marine froze, then, in an almost hushed tone, gestured for you to come closer, his helmeted head scanning around constantly.

You smiled—the backhoe was coming up. But the ground shaking and the sound of the tracks could be terrifying if you didn’t know what was coming.

“It’s what we’re going to get you out with,” you explained calmly, making sure to look relaxed. Your smile and casual demeanour didn’t seem to reassure him, though; he seemed more stressed, gesturing sharply and speaking in what sounded like angry hisses.

“Hey, you’re good. It’s just a backhoe,” you reassured him, waving at it as it rattled closer. The marine stayed tense, but you waved the backhoe over.

The operator eventually emerged from the cab, sleepy-eyed, and gazed down at the pit with you.

“I thought we fixed that.”

“I mean, you probably didn’t expect it to have to hold up a marine,” you remarked, still watching the marine, who’d gone stock still, his unseen eyes apparently locked on Gordie.

“Think if we dangle the bucket down, he’ll get in?” Gordie asked, nodding toward the marine.

“It’s worth a try,” you said, although you weren’t entirely sure; the marine looked like a dog deciding whether to bite or not.

“Well, let’s give it a shot,” Gordie replied, returning to the warm cab.

Before long, the bucket dangled clumsily above the pit, slowly lowering. While you could probably climb inside it, there was no way the marine would fit. A loud hiss marked it locking into place at the marine’s chest height.

For his part, the marine stayed tense but seemed willing to approach the bucket. He hooked one leg into it, and Gordie slowly inched the bucket up, dragging the marine up and out of the pit, eventually swinging him to solid ground.

There was a flash, and you realized Gordie had snapped a picture of the marine as he was trying to extricate himself from the bucket.

“So,” Gordie shouted over the noise, “what are we gonna do with him?”

You hadn’t thought that far. The marine, however, seemed to have a plan in mind, as he immediately made a beeline for you. Before you knew it, he was looming ominously above.

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Eldan looked down at the stinking human, with red glazed eyes and tried to decide what exactly he was going to do. None of his brothers were answering their vox and he did not know where he was. He should, go looking find out where he was, but something seemed to keep him by this humans side. He could still remember the sharp flair of panic that had taken over him when he thought they she was leaving.

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[phoenixcatch7]

The daycare attendant is so fascinating, I love talking about their designs. Like, if one were to build a da, taking into account everything we know about them, what would it involve?

I'm going to talk about their history, appearance, details, and potential theories behind their design, with a healthy dose of headcanon. And it's going to be LONG. I'll break it into reblogs to use multiple line breaks, but that requires I post it in unfinished stages, so bear with me.

First things first, what have we most recently learned? I said in another post that it's a theory that the attendant was originally created for the next door theatre before they were moved to the daycare full time. Similarly, we've just had proof of the existence of Eclipse, who's a absolute darling, if not at all up to date on the state of the plex.

Their arms were revealed to glow. In a dimly lit theatre relying on a light/dark gimmick, glowing forearms is both cool and helpful! But we never saw it in sb. Likely it's a conscious choice, given we see it after the plex is already destroyed, so it's not a lost or removed ability! It simply wouldn't have been very useful, with sun being in bright light at all times and moon trying for... A modicum of stealth.

Perhaps it's also a matter of battery, as another theory suggests the da, as the animatronic actively on patrol during the hourly recharge, and the first one you battle in the game, was originally supposed to be the source of the power upgrade that in the finished game is just readily available to freddy without explanation. Unlike all the other upgrades, which you have to defeat each other animatronic for. The increased power would certainly have been useful for both massively extended patrol times and those transformations, which certainly look power intensive! Booting up and switching over such all encompassing and high level programs has to be draining!

In a lot of the plex, but especially in the daycare, you see a lot of cut corners and animatronics not reaching their full potential (thankfully!). A lot seems hastily patched, from monty joining the band after Bonnie seemingly vanishes from the face of the earth, the constantly collapsing sinkhole in the raceway, the giant rubbish stuffed full sewer area like the underneath of a teenagers bed. Music man doubles as a cleaner. Moon works night shift as security (and a tva on the side lol).

In that regard, the da came across to me as very overworked, when I first encountered it. Sun was stressed and under a lot of strain, stretched thin. His barely contained mania is basically his whole character, besides his natural showmanship. He's jumpy, smothering, and basically five seconds away from wrapping Gregory in bubble wrap at any given moment.

What I found interesting was how he seemed tired. He talks about all these activities, but doesn't actually... Do any of them. He basically plonks Gregory down by the nearest distracting object (though it works against him, this obsession with having everything nice and tidy definitely read to me about trying to keep everything in your power when you have limited control) and doesn't let him leave from that spot. He doesn't speak or try and engage Gregory except to drag him back, he doesn't bother using the flying rope despite having the hook in his back. When he loses Gregory he just sits in a corner with his head in his hands. Whether he's playing hide and seek or crying or whatever you interpret it as, it's not exactly energetic. He's grubby and marked - either he or a staff member should be keeping him as sparkly as the other animatronics, and they're not keeping on top of it.

Moon, on contrast, uses the rope. He bounces and flips and jiggles and walks on his hands and pretends to swim. He's got no problem chasing Gregory into the tunnels once enough generators are flipped. He's not afraid to back off, either - he doesn't stop moving, but instead circles like a culture, muttering to himself. He most likely runs on the same battery as sun, but he's not afraid of using it. Not to mention whatever bizarre but super cool galaxy effect he can use on the hour change, possibly all the way across the map!

Eclipse, meanwhile, has a voice significantly less robotic than the other two, uses the rope, and activates those old glowing arms without a thought, despite the fact that sun and moon are slow and staggering by the time of ruin. For goodness sake, moon can't even get a proper grip on a child's arm, and is fended of by even a single torch beam, despite being completely immune to the torch and a game over if he even touched you in sb.

Theatrical expressive design

Eclipse as ring master

Child safety problems

Likely mechanics of mask/clothes

Implications of room

Chance of fazbear splurging on sign language/disabilities accommodation

Liklihood of bring connected to the Internet (not high)

Security desk barrier (they both can touch and climb on it only in cutscene)

Involvement of light levels

Human actors v endos.

Potential programming and maintenance.

[musetotheworld]

I voted but it's tied! Do I still get fic? If so what about supercat first kiss? Maybe it takes them by surprise?

Any vote gets fic! Obviously I like it better when Supercat is ahead, but any vote counts!

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"Do you kiss all the damsels in distress you rescue?" Cat asks with a careful nonchalance that Kara would absolutely not recognize without years of practice. She's too good at pretending to be unaffected by anything that comes up.

Including, apparently, surprise kisses from a superhero who swooped in to save her right in the nick of time. The car Cat had taken out for a quick drive was still settling to a stop at the bottom of the cliff, rocks from the sudden sinkhole and road collapse rumbling down the slope after it. Kara can still feel the chill down her spine at how close she'd come, and that chill had led to the perhaps ill-advised kiss.

Especially as Cat is just starting to date her cardigan wearing secret identity.

It's so new they haven't kissed, and new enough Kara hasn't admitted her true identity just yet. She plans to soon, now that things between them are official, if still a little hesitant, but she hasn't quite gotten around to it.

"I-"

"Because personally, I would've preferred after a calm night out, and the cape left behind," Cat continues before Kara can think of what she wanted to say. "Date night is so much better for these things than rescue night, don't you think?"

"You knew?" Kara asks, mind still working to catch up, the adrenaline coursing through her system making refocusing a little difficult.

"Of course I did," Cat says, a smile taking any bite out of the words. "But I think that's a discussion for another location, and given that the car is a lost cause at this point, what do you say you fly us somewhere we can talk, hm? And then perhaps we can have a redo on the whole first kiss thing."

Grateful for the reprieve, Kara nods and lifts them into the sky once more, already planning what she'll say, given that Cat knows and has known her secret.

And maybe also planning that redo.

Why waste a second chance, after all?

[kitkatt0430]

Spike for character ask game

one aspect about them i love

He's really such a disaster. For every badass thing he achieves, he also just completely screws something up. Kills Slayers, but also gets smacked with an axe by a Slayer's mom and it messes up his day. Makes dramatic speeches and gets immediately captured by the Initiative. Tries to kill Buffy, falls in love with her instead. Makes these impressive plans, gets bored halfway through the execution.

He would absolutely, unintentionally, re-enact Scotty claiming to know the Enterprise like the back of his hand and then immediately knocking himself unconscious from lack of spacial awareness from Star Trek. Just smack his head right into something - probably in the sewers - right after claiming to know the terrain well. That's just Spike's vibe sometimes. :D

one aspect i wish more people understood about them

Spike doesn't actually like himself much. He talks a good game, but even before he got his soul he saw himself as lovable because Dru loved him and when she cheated on him and broke up with him he spiraled because... if Drusilla didn't love him then who would?

Spike wanted someone who would love him when he was vulnerable as well as strong, who could love the poet, not just the monster. Who'd see something worthwhile in him even when he struggled to see it himself.

So if Spike isn't struggling with his feelings of self worth - soul or no soul - then is it really Spike?

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have about this character

He still writes his poetry. After what happened with Cecily, he's always been very careful to make sure no one - not even Drusilla - found it. Though clearly Angelous/Angel did at some point, given that Angel said he liked it. Darla and Drusilla never saw any of it.

one character i love seeing them interact with

Joyce. I think to some degree Spike saw some of his own mother in her. But also he just respected her a great deal. Quite the lady who would go after a vampire with an ax and no training. But would still give him relationship advice along with hot cocoa and marshmallows to cheer him up.

They both needed an adult friend with common interests and found that in each other.

one character i wish they would interact with/interact with more

Darla. I don't think we ever saw Spike with Darla outside of flashbacks and it would have been interesting if Darla had gone to Spike for help when she'd realized she was pregnant. I don't think Darla liked Spike much on a personal level, but she saw how he was with Drusilla. I could see her wanting to put that kind of protective focus onto her own child, especially as she came to realize that she wouldn't survive giving birth and was afraid of seeking out Angel for help.

Future fanfic idea? Maybe. :D

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have that involve them and one other character

The first anniversary of Joyce's death after Sunnydale became a sinkhole, Spike went back to the edge of what remained of the town to leave flowers and pay his respects.

[novemberthecatadmirer]

@saurons-pr-department​ @shrikeseams​

That’s a brilliant idea now you have given me some stupid cracky thoughts

(Making a new post because length) 

(I hope these all are not offensive! Also apology for not being able to write well)

…You know it can be arranged if we be VERY shameless and crumble Canon into a ball

and treat the Aman part of the Akallabeth as not-entirely-reliable history patched up by Elendil based on limited sources

When Ar-Pharazon’s troops sailed, Noldor got warned by the Valar; of course they evacuated this time. They learned their lesson

Tirion was a LARGE city! It took time to evacuate and it took time to hide the trace

And it took time to set up all the traps

We don’t know how far exactly was Tirion from the shore? It took 1 Valinor year for Noldor to reach Alqualonde; that’s like 9 sun years but they were mostly civilians not experienced for long distance travel and they were marching in the dark.

It did not seem to take long for Earendil to reach there from the shore. However everything about Earendil reaching Valinor was so tricky, maybe the Valar intentionally made the road shorter for him and Elwing

The Valar had no intention to make the road shorter for Ar-Pharazon’s troops

Let’s say it took at least a few months?

Did Ar-Pharazon even have a Valinor map?

Maeglin jumped out of nowhere: Hi there I can show you the way to this white city filled with wonder and wealth if you let me be a lord and marry my beautiful princess cousin

Ar-Pharazon: Obviously that’s a very convincing reason to turn traitor That’s a man of culture

Maeglin took them into the mountains avoiding all the small elf settlements along the way

They did not notice they were walking in circles because Aule subtly changed the landscapes from time to time and many trees in Valinor could move on their own

Sometimes some of their soldiers just disappeared and never be seen again.

Bad for morale, but people assumed those just fled because most of them were slaves

Food poisoning further delaying their march

“I’m awfully sorry I did not know those fruits and mushrooms are poisonous to mortal men” (He knew)

Meanwhile back at shore, elves ambushed the ships they left behind

Noldor: …It feels awful to say this brings up memories

Teleri: It’s not stealing they abandoned all those pretty ships behind it’s just aggressive adoption we will treat those poor babies as our own

Sindar: You know what I definitely heard this argument before

(Meanwhile there was probably some Numenor evacuation going on)

(Tuor finally got a chance to free some slaves and fix some wrongs his descendants had done, and save those of his descendants that still wished to be saved)

(Seriously, the grandfather of your first king used to suffer as a slave then you started enslaving other people what’s wrong with Numenoreans)

After it was done Earendil sent some signals through his flying ship

“Okay we are close! Tirion is just behind that mountain. I know a good place to set up the camp.”

Ar-Pharazon made his speech to a very empty city

Under the lovely hills around Tirion there was a lovely cave complex

Earlier, House of the Mole: Yes let’s get some mining explosives to set up a trap

Sinkholes happened and trapped most of the troops

Somehow Ar-Pharazon did not fall into any of the traps which ended up with him and Maeglin wrestling at the edge of a sinkhole, trying to push each other down the edge

Maeglin: Okay this is definitely familiar at least this one does not bite

(He did not need to as king of Numenor he had a very sharp sword.)

(Elros would be VERY disappointed.)

Then a crack opened beneath them and swallowed them both

(People still argued whether it was divine intervention or the land was just being unstable after explosion. It was a little bit convenient.)

Folk of the Mole dug them out in time.

(Some of them landed quite a few kicks on Ar-Pharazon’s face in the process and ‘accidentally’ broke his arms. They argued “he’s dangerous we must disarm him first”)

Dior and others came and sang the trapped troops to sleep

Eventually everything was done

“What should we do with all the political fallout? Now we have their king and most of their troops but Sauron is still there and... do we go on to war against him?”

(Some people immediately started yelling “no that’s a terrible idea don’t start the fire again”)

“What if Sauron take this opportunity to make himself king of Numenor and get his whole control over Middle Earth. I bet he has been plotting for this result all the time.”

Then the whole world started trembling and Aman got separated away and Numenor sank and Sauron drowned

“At least Sauron got drowned that’s the silver lining?”

(Some extra-mean Maiar had secret party afterwards celebrating Sauron losing his pretty face)

I think Sauron was definitely plotting something by sending Ar-Pharazon and his strongest troops and likely the most loyal generals away to invade Aman... While he himself stayed behind. 

It was like, he knew they would fail in some way and he was expecting it and actively encouraged them to believe they had a chance

I don’t think he liked Ar-Pharazon at all... (all the “getting defeated and taken as hostage” part.) I think his plan was always to make himself king of Numenor after Ar-Pharazon got dealt with in whatever way in Aman. 

He could tell Numenoreans that now the gods view them as enemy and only he could save them all. It’s not like he had no experience taking over someone’s legacy? No shame in picking low hanging fruits

Also I feel he was using Ar-Pharazon to test the water... Like, how hard could he push the buttons. And what kind of reaction he could get. It would also be nice to potentially lure some Maiar or even Valar into hurting the Children. Would be neat to make a few Ainur fall.

(Of course, always extra fun to fuck some elves up. They should not be allowed to feel safe in Aman!)

Anyway Sauron was using the move to achieve multiple goals. (He was SMART! And COMPETANT!)

The only thing he did not expect was the Valar would call for help from Eru and there was actually an response and the response was EXTREME.

Look, I don’t believe any of the Ainur even the Valar would be able to even imagine it’s possible to turn the world into a BALL...

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Okay, listen to more of my stupid cracky ooc headcanon

The elves and Ainur spent a while to figure out what to do with the captured mortal men

A lot of effort was spent on figuring out what type of mindset they were on

Some of them were slaves who got promised freedom for them or their family as reward for fighting in the army

Some of them joined the army out of desperation for money.

Some of them truly believed the Valar would come to kill them all if they did not fight back (learning that their island just got sunk did not help)

Some of them had aging family members and really wanted to make their family immortal

Of course there were the awful ones came here for power and pretty elves

(Tuor tried to have a TALK with Ar-Pharazon and failed.)

Even a lot of those who came for more innocent reasons had done war crimes before

Slavery and Colonization had been very thoroughly weaved into the late Numenor society

It was a MESS

Also it was not healthy for mortal men to stay in Valinor at all

Much of the “figuring things out” part happened in Tol Eressea

Later on some little islands raised by Valar further away

Anyway

It ended up with a few mortal men settlements at the edge of the sea

Multiple islands. The troops split into multiple groups that refused to live with each other. 

Lots of therapy sessions (as best as elves or Ainur could offer, which probably was not always enough)

The awful ones were banned from leaving their island 

(The former slaves now living on the neighboring islands took shift monitoring them very carefully)

(Some water Maiar patrolled the area in case someone tried to kill someone or started to burn down houses. There were a few assassination attempts.)

Some of the worst ones including Ar-Pharazon chose to be put into sleep because PRIDE

Eventually the mortals left in Aman learned to build ships

Elven ships could not pass the border of Aman

Somehow the ships built and sailed by the mortals was able to leave (It was pure chaos when it happened for the first time)

Nobody knew how it worked. But also, nobody knew how the elven ships found their way to Aman as well. 

Most of mortals eventually left on the ship back to the mortal world.

Some of them chose to stay. Including many former slaves who only had bad memories out there; it helped with healing when you were a world away from your past nightmare.

But many of their children desired to leave when they grew up.

Also half elves happened and not everyone chose immortality.

(There was a whole world out there to explore! Life is short for mortals.)

(And the world beyond the world after they took the Gift.)

So every once in a while there would be a ship departing from those islands, going to Middle Earth and never return.

Istari reached Middle Earth on one of those ships

[gwenbrightly]

(Re)Building the Future: Chapter 2

Thank you to everyone who read, commented, or reblogged for the first chapter! Here's the part where we all pretend like I know anything about first aid... I mean... Chapter 2!

As she clears the last of the elevator's wreckage away, Roxy steps back to examine her work. She doesn't understand how this happened. Yes, the elevator was clearly not very stable, but it made the trip down perfectly fine. What went wrong on the way back up? She was too busy with It to truly pay attention to what was happening elsewhere. And now… All she can do now is hope the crumpled body in front of her isn't already dead.

Just now, Roxy isn't sure having eyes again is a good thing, because she can see every cut, bruise, and twisted limb. She may not know much about human anatomy, but she's seen enough kids to know that there is something very wrong with Cassie. Probably several somethings. 

First things first. She leans over the small girl and holds a claw to her neck. Okay. Roxy is going to assume that the slight fluttering she can feel there means the kid is still alive. That's good,she tells herself. That's promising. Next, she examines the girl's face. There's a pretty substantial gash on Cassie's forehead, but that should be fixable - right? It's not like her entire head popped off like the Driver Assist bots. The cut isn't deep enough for her brain to fall out. Humans are pretty resilient from what Roxy has seen. 

"Oh, ewwww," Helpy interrupts her thoughts, "I don't think her leg's supposed to bend that way!"

Well. There goes her attempt at positive thinking. 

"And her arm doesn't look so good either! That sure is a lot of blood!" Helpy continues. 

Yeah, the positive thinking route has officially gone nowhere. It might be time to panic now. 

"Do- Do you think it's safe to move her?" Roxy asks worriedly. 

"I meannn… she looks pretty rough... But if we leave her down here much longer, she's gonna die anyway."

"Right. Okay. Let's get her out of here, then," Roxy decides, "What's the safest route to the surface, Helpy? I don't think I can carry her up this elevator shaft."

~~~*~~~

Maybe it's the sense of urgency. Maybe it's the added weight of Cassie in her arms. Whatever the case, the return trip feels like it takes a lot longer than her mad dash into the sinkhole had earlier that night. By the time Roxy reaches the surface, the pinkish light of dawn greets her through a hole in the ceiling high above her. She surveys the wreckage of her beloved race track for the first time. Furniture is overturned. Piles of garbage cover the floor, which has caved in in several places. It's even worse than she'd imagined it might be. Ruined. 

There used to be a first aid station over by the Information booth, if she's not mistaken. So she climbs over more rubble to find it, being careful not to jostle Cassie too much. She can't risk injuring the girl further. 

All for nothing, ultimately. All that remains of the first aid station is an empty stall equipped with  even emptier cabinets. The human staff must have cleared it out before they abandoned the building. Abandoned her. There have been juvenile delinquents and thrill seekers, sure. But there hasn't been anyone to care about the animatronics living here in a long, long time. Until Cassie. Who is an innocent child and shouldn't be here to begin with. One who has already been through so much. She deserves better than to die in this forsaken place. 

Roxy mentally goes through her list of options. If her first aid station has been cleared out, it's unlikely any of the others are still intact. Freddy is long gone, screw him. He was supposed to be the leader. The one with answers. But he left them all behind as soon as he had the chance. She's got no idea where Chica and Monty are. Or if they're in any condition to do anything useful. They probably wouldn't be much help anyway. None of the Glamrock Band members were ever given much programming in first aid. There were other bots for that. Bots she's pretty sure have been deactivated; she hasn't come across any signs of them in her wanderings. The Nurse Bots used to bring her updates about the kids who injured themselves doing stupid stunts at the Raceway. But now? Nothing. Silence. 

Is there anyone left to help her care for this broken girl? 

Wait… there's one other animatronic she hasn't ruled out yet. Someone who is almost guaranteed to be equipped with first aid protocol as part of his programming. Roxy just has to hope he's in the mood to help. 

~~~*~~~

"You're sure he's been rebooted?" Roxy asks for the third time. She's standing outside the Superstar Daycare now. If the attendant is inside, he might be of use in this situation. Of course, if Moon has taken over, he'll probably want to torment Cassie instead of helping Roxy save her. She's never liked Moon much. He's a little too creepy for her taste. Even if the whole Pizzaplex is looking pretty creepy right now. 

"Yep! Cassie took care of that earlier. She's so brave!" Helpy says with a hint of admiration. 

"I guess I'd better get on with this, then." Throwing caution to the wind, Roxy knocks on the daycare's door. When there is no immediate answer, she bangs harder. Where could Eclipse be? 

"Sheesh," a voice calls from within, "gimme a minute. The daycare opens in just a few hours and there's still so much to do!" 

"Eclipse, please - this is important," she replies, giving the door another rattle. She debates telling the attendant it is unlikely the daycare will open again ever, let alone in a few hours. It doesn't seem that important, though, right now. 

"Hello, Roxy," Eclipse's head pops through the doors, "are you here to help? I bet if we put some of this junk on one of your racecars we could -" 

"Actually… I need your help, Eclipse," Roxy interrupts, practically shoving Cassie at him. 

"Oh. Oh my stars, what happened to you, little girl?!" Eclipse asks Cassie. "I told you it wasn't safe here!" 

All he gets is a moan in reply. 

"Please, you know first aid. I know you do! You have to fix her." Roxy insists. Eclipse stares at the small girl for a moment before bursting to action. 

"Emergency, emergency! Injured child! Call an ambulance! Contact the hospital right away!" 

Roxy isn't sure who he's talking to (if anyone), but she agrees. An ambulance for Cassie is exactly what they need. She follows Eclipse into the daycare and over to the reception desk, where he proceeds to pull a corded phone out of… somewhere and presses some buttons. They both wait eagerly for some sign that a call has gone through. Eclipse cocks his head and fiddles with the phone. It emits a dull tone, then goes silent. 

"Well. That's not good."

"The phone line has been disconnected." Roxy isn't asking. Eclipse nods. 

"The phone line has been disconnected, and I'm beginning to think the daycare hasn't been open for quite some time."

"It hasn't," Roxy confirms, "the whole place has been shut down ever since the earthquake. How did you miss that?" 

"I-I don't know? It doesn't matter right now. This little girl needs us!" Eclipse reminds her pointedly. 

"You're right. What do we do?" Roxy asks, hoping he'll know. He scans Cassie with glowing eyes, then nods decisively. 

"My programming only covers basic procedures like stitches and setting broken bones," The daycare attendant says. 

If those are considered basic, Roxy wonders what paper cuts and bandaids count as. 

"I should be able to fix her head injury if you help me gather supplies. But… The rest of her might be a little more tricky…"

"Just tell me what you need," Roxy says. She'll do pretty much anything. 

~~~~~~

Roxy holds Cassie's limp hand as Eclipse ties off the final stitch. They've used an unhealthy amount of antiseptic from the stash of supplies Eclipse keeps in his room and forced a few pain pills down her throat. Her face looks better, now. Not perfect, but better. The rest of her, on the other hand? Not so much. 

"She should heal up in a few weeks," Eclipse announces, "so long as she keeps her face clean and gets plenty of rest for that concussion."

"What are we gonna do about…" Roxy gestures at Cassie's other injuries. 

"Don't get mad-" Eclipse starts.

"Why would I get mad?" Roxy asks indignantly. She's not the one with anger issues - no way. That's Monty. Definitely. 

"I don't know if I can do anything more to help her."

"What?! No!" Roxy growls. She begins pacing. She's always found that to help her when she's processing. "Are you seriously giving up?" 

"Her leg is shattered, Roxy. She may never walk again. And her arm is impaled with little bits of rebar in multiple places. And she's already lost so. Much. Blood. The phones are down and the daycare is closed and I don't know what to do!" Eclipse is practically hyperventilating. Roxy pauses. Maybe she's been a little too hard on him. He's tried his best, after all. And he's kept it together a lot better than she has up til now. 

"I know. You're right. I'm sorry." Roxy says, putting a paw on Eclipse's shoulder. "I'm not good with losing situations."

"You really aren't," Eclipse agrees. 

They slip into  a quiet vigil, both watching the unconscious girl. Occasionally one of them will share a "What if?" but nothing seems to solve their problem. Neither animatronic would last long outside the Pizzaplex, and even if they did, they have no idea where the nearest hospital is. Killing Cassie and getting her ghost to possess a deactivated bot is a horrific idea for obvious reasons. Clearly Eclipse's time in the theater took him places Roxy would rather not think to deeply about if he thinks that's a viable option. 

"What if…" Roxy says, preparing for her newest bad idea to be shut down. 

"Yes?" Eclipse asks. 

"You know how we just… replace things on the bots when they break?" Roxy continues, hesitantly. 

"Yes?" Eclipse repeats, tilting his head. 

"What if we… Replaced Cassie's broken parts?" 

The daycare attendant stares at her. Roxy's pretty sure his eyes have gotten even wider than usual - if that's even possible. 

"That's-" 

"Crazy, I know," Roxy interrupts. 

"It might be crazy," Eclipse acknowledges, "but it might just be our best shot at getting her through this."

[sluttytangerine]

Chapter 196 Spoilers !!

I was looking into the last panel of ch. 196 just now and it made me wonder:

What was Doll implying when she said she was going to "send them over to your hell"?

I'm no theorist expert, so please let me know if there's an error within my theory (there will definitely be some lol).

When I first thought of this, my mind went toward Sebastian and the servants.

It's been a long time since we've had more information on the event at the end of BoC and the recent chapters have barely given us any more details on what Sebastian had done to Doll, or if he said anything to her about the truth. All we have at the moment is Doll's vague dialogue with Finny and Snake in chapter 195:

Now, going on the basis that Sebastian and Ciel didn't have knowledge of bizarre dolls or any of Undertaker's antics at this time, we can assume that they wouldn't be so cautious of revealing the truth to Doll knowing Sebastian would kill her immediately after.

In chapter 193, the connection of Finny and Snake to O!Ciel was mistakenly revealed to Doll due to O!Ciel's alias in BoC.

Finny was of course a part of the murders of the circus troupe, but Snake wasn't. Once again, we don't know what Sebastian told Doll, or if he told anything at all, so for all we know Doll believes that Snake was a part of the murders as well and is also working with O!Ciel.

It wouldn't be unreasonable to assume that she would want revenge for what happened to the troupe, even going as far as to kill whoever is associated with it.

As of now we don't 100% know Undertaker's motive, but if we assume that he has no interest in keeping the servants (including Sebastian) alive, Doll will likely be interested in helping Undertaker in order to get her revenge. Although, we don't know if Doll has had any contact with Undertaker, and I have little evidence to support this part, so take this part lightly.

Now, it's completely possible that Doll is aware of Sebastian's true self before she was killed by him. She could also be aware that Sebastian is the epicenter of committing this tragedy, knowing how powerful of a being he is. With this information, Doll could be telling Sebastian she wants to send everyone who was a part of the troupe massacre to where he originates from.

This can explain why she specifically said "your Hell", since Sebastian is the only person Doll can know that confirms the existence of a hell, being his hell.

Of course, I have not mentioned the blood collection or much related to it. I simply wanted to assess this panel mainly using Doll's emotional and mental state, using evidence from her personal dialogue and experiences in the series. This will most likely put sinkholes into my theory, but I simply wanted to share a different perspective on Doll's consciousness and what her next moves may be going on into the current arc.

I would love to hear different perceptions of this panel from others, so please share them if you have any thoughts!!!

[ronearoundblindly]

The Stark Legacy (13)

Summary: Tony leaves for a long-term, interstellar mission.

Warnings for meh lousy parenting. Tony is still struggling. Rated Teen/Mature so 15+ only, please! Short chapter. WC ~1k

Deflection, part of Book Two: Mind (see previous or series)

CHAPTER THIRTEEN—July 2038

Tony couldn’t really focus on just one piece of the globe below, a vast marble rippled with land and sea, oasis and desert, life and death. The Avengers’ Satellite Station had launched only six years ago; it had taken that long to recover his wits and the integral structure that had exploded with…Pepper. This orbiting bulk was the reason her Memorial Garden had taken so long to build, and his mourning was the reason this orbiting bulk had taken another half-dozen years.

Orbit had its advantages, however, because it’s easier to notice a massive, red sinkhole leading to hell when staring down upon it. They may have never seen Mephisto coming from inside the Earth if not for being able to view a thousand miles within the space of an arm against the thick, triple pane fiberglass. That didn’t prepare Tony for who he would, and wouldn’t, see down there. Ever since Wanda had cut him off from such vivid experiences with Pepper, Tony lost so many of the minuscule details that kept her feeling real, kept her close to him. The delayed slipping away of his memory felt all the more tragic, for he had truly lost Pepper Potts long before he gave up on her. Loss seemed as inevitable as the rotation of the Earth below. You could change perspective to keep seeing what you wanted, but the surface would never stop moving away from your gaze.

Tony could sense a tentative presence at the door. He dropped his crossed, contemplative arms, turning to invite Maria inside. “What is it, Hill?”

The agent entered, holding up a slim file.

“It’s from the watch list. He was first mentioned in our interrogation of Simon Marshall, a pharmaceutical terrorist trying to create an ingestible drug to produce super soldiers…and he managed to alter several people. The unfortunate side effect was also to turn them into psychopaths.”

“To be fair, he probably just nudged them there,” Tony allowed. “Gimme.” He snatched the file from the agent. “Lem-u-el Dor-cas?” he snorted. “That is officially one of the worst names I’ve ever heard. It’s not even a syllable—it’s a letter away from Doctor Dorks. Are people trying to make us not take them seriously? What’s this guy done that’s so bad, eh?”

“He may have been behind the stolen shipment of bio-samples last year.”

“Two letters away from Dork-Ass. I mean…come on. At least Klaue could be, ya know,” Tony looked up with outstretched fingers on an ominously tense hand, “scary, sorta.” 

“Stark, this doctor has not only been linked to Professor Marshall but has also been linked to some created mutants. Unfortunately we do not have much information on those individuals or their abilities yet. We only know these were not given a little pill. Best guess so far is genetic manipulation.”

Tony shut the file and tossed it onto the nearest table. “Easy. Have Point Break electrocute him and send me the crispy bits. Next.” He looked around the lab, pushing some useless part over.

“That’s the thing, sir. Thor is currently off world helping the Guardians with annihilation—” she checked the file, “—Annihilus, ’scuse me, so you’re going to take the lead on this—”

“Are we trapped down there?” Tony gestured back to the view-ports.

Maria, after years of practice, snapped back and forth between Tony’s mangled thoughts easily. “We have protection, sir, more than most. You’ve put quite a bit of armor around the world now.”

“Yes, but how will people get away,” Tony whispered, “if I’ve locked them on a dying rock.”

“Sir?”

Damned if he did, damned if he didn’t. Build a wall and moat to keep the enemy out, and still all you’ve done is kept your loved ones in the crosshairs and the target on your forehead. He thought of a promise he once made Pepper. “Hill, why didn’t you have kids?” He blurted after a bright bit of light in Florida caught his eye. Maria replied with a touchy and annoyed expression. He continued, “if you’d had children, at what age would Disneyland be out of the question?”

Maria hesitated, confused, but Tony did not let her form an answer before trying to dismiss the wayward thought. “Nevermind.”

“Sir, Sam may not—”

“So Dorkmeister-Flex is where exactly now?”

“The bad doctor was last credibly identified in Morocco. The Atlantian King Namor is concerned at that proximity to his nation.”

“So what you’re saying is I get to go on a lovely vacation and possible Safari hunt?”

“Stark—”

“Don’t worry. I won’t raid the mini-bar this time.” Tony launched into the air and via comms added, “and keep the missions coming. Friday will keep a running tab.”

“Of course, sir,” his AI promptly answered.

“Tony,” Maria jumped in before Stark could swivel quickly out of the room and ditch the station’s monotony, “Sam Wilson woke up.”

“Duh,” Tony brushed, tapping his glasses, “Friday is keeping me apprised.”

“And I’d say she’s too old.”

“I update her regularly.”

“Samantha, Tony, for Disney,” Maria clarified, but Tony didn’t miss a beat.

“On second thought,” he said, “I think Thor and Quill may need some adult supervision. You know how their pissing contests can get,” he twiddled his fingers in front of him, “messy.”

She held up the file, wiggling it to keep him on track.

“T’Challa can handle that, land and sea united and all. I’m contacting—what did Quill call this new ship?—Blondie?” Tony disappeared in the space-safe, modified quinjet. He had a fleeting thought that perhaps he should make a pitstop on Sakaar and take a break from the relentless passage of time. Time only served to remind him of what he’d missed and could never have back.

[Ch 14: Rusted]

[Main Masterlist]

[monty-glasses-roxy]

I got one note on that post SO

What if Roxy is destroying staffbots and driver assists to prevent the Raceway from reopening? What if she's realised that people being in the Raceway that close to the Mimic is unsafe and is trying to keep people away?

She's part of the MXES now. People have and will continue to die to the Mimic is Fazbear Ent are left to reopen her Raceway that is the only way down to the Pizza Place. If we assume the final straw before she was put on the MXES was several teens sneaking down there and getting killed, then she would have to know about it.

So what if she's just doing her bit to make sure nobody else dies to that thing? The sinkhole is creating cracks in the track, and the Raceway keeps opening and closing. Clearly it hasn't been opened for a long while given the cobwebs in the Raceway lobby. What if she's being the best guard dog she can be and is making sure that Fazbear Entertainment has too many ongoing problems with the Raceway to ever open it again?

If this is true, several logs make sense. The one about everyone remembering what happened to those kids? What if that was the teenagers getting killed by the Mimic? Of course everyone remembers that! Roxy destroying staffbots in test races and the test drivers always being broken? It's on purpose to make sure there's never enough driver bots to reopen.

I just think that'd be really cool of her ngl

[aokuro-san]

Anyway… Continuing with the experiment.

I'm pretty tired now, so I won't start talking like usual.

New history! This time I have opted for one that I wrote in October of last year for a Wattpad contest in which I didn't win, but I received quite a few good comments about it. More than horror, it is dark fantasy, and its protagonist (or antagonist, rather) are characters from inca mythology.

I hope you enjoy it as much as the previous one (as you can see I'm happy with little, haha)!

@iwanttofuckereh69 I already tagged you, don't worry 💛😅

Thank you for reading^^

PS: If you see any errors, as always! Don't be afraid to tell me (after all, I don't speak English)!

They were there to investigate a sinkhole that had appeared near the mines, but that didn't stop the leader from preparing a small party. It was Halloween after all. He had organized it with one of the Asian guides, expecting some enthusiasm from the rest. However, when they returned, most of them gave exhausted smiles and dressed up more out of commitment. Although Dimara, no. As her best friend had warned them, she lived on celebrations. So it was no problem for her to put on the blood-colored dress that Victor had consciously given her and go out dancing.

"Asu mare!". The leader approached her as he took a step toward what looked like a makeshift dance floor. "You are just like Mina".

"Come on, don't talk to me about mines, Vicky!", she snorted as she grabbed his arm. "Let's better move our hips, huh? I like the music you've played".

It was just a random song on her phone, but Dimara always managed to make his feel like a genius. She was grateful that the Sernageomin and the company had recommended her for that job, even though the hole seemed to be a rather problematic case for everyone's safety.

According to her, that hole was abnormal.

"The first time it was thirty-three meters wide and about two hundred feet deep," she informed him a week before the party. "But in today's calculations the diameter has grown to almost four centimeters wide and we cannot find the bottom".

"I see it as normal," he had tried to reassure her. "We are surrounded by mining settlements, the sinkholes are growing".

"It's not that it's not normal," Dimara reflected, almost offended, "but the logical thing is that it wouldn't have changed so much. But it's not there! The fund has gone overnight! Isn't it amazing!?".

She didn't want to bring up the topic while they were both jumping to the rhythm of rock. She had made it clear. However, she had forgotten to ask the others about today's progress. So she gasped like a minnow, searching for the right words that wouldn't spoil the mood, until Dimara diverted his attention from his.

"Wow, who is that?"

There was a man dressed as Van Hellsing resting his ass on one of the tables.

"Does it sound familiar to you?", she insisted.

"No," answered the leader, before smiling. "I guess it's a good costume".

Dimara did not pay attention to him and said:

"He's looking at Ruth".

Her best friend was chatting with one of her fellow geologists, but the attention of the stranger made her lose concentration. He had the darkest eyes either of them had ever seen, and Dimara almost had the feeling that, more than flirting with her, what he intended was to eat her. However, that did not allow him not to let Ruth approach him with a shy smile and, later, she disappeared with him in the bathroom area, while she sent Dimara a look of pride. He thought that if he interfered, Ruth would not stop berating her, knowing that she didn't like arguing with her. Therefore, she ended up sighing simultaneously with the change of song and tried not to digress on how little she recognized that pale hunter.

Dimara didn't see her again until midnight, when she herself went to the toilets and Ruth's disfigured corpse appeared inside one of the individual tents. She gasped, screams of horror stuck in her throat. Her best friend was sitting on the portable toilet, without her nun outfit or her plump hips. In fact, her flesh and fat had disappeared from the thighs up and a kind of demonic, skinless cat was observing her, imposing, from inside her abdomen.

"Keep calm," the kitten meowed as he transformed into a tiny Inca with a dragon face, "or I'll have to shut you up."

As expected, this had the opposite effect on Dimara and the being was forced to modify itself faster than normal. She locked them both in the bathroom, attached to Ruth's body, and there animal metamorphosed into a broad man of medium height who silenced the geologist's screams with a suffocating hug.

"Stop it," he threatened harshly. "Do you understand, Diana Maria? Enough of nonsense. When I catch the pishtaco you can cry whatever you want. But until then I need a calm guide to help me detect it among so many false masks".

Her initial response was to cry, staring blankly at the zipper of the store. Afterwards, she sniffed while she tried not to vomit, and finally nodded; without really knowing why.

As she lifted her chin toward him, she thought she was being hypnotized by his glassy, piercing eyes. She didn't feel less than a rag doll.

"Now guide me," she ordered and ipso facto she left the bathrooms towards her ignorant colleagues, with the being's claws pressing on her shoulders. Would others see it? No one seemed to realize what was happening and he heard the creature's voice incessantly in his head, as if a swarm of flies had settled there inside.

"I'm sorry," she said. "It was my mission to ensure that he did not go out tonight. But that damn hole has given him the perfect opportunity to go out and do his thing for Kai Pacha".

"Why did he…?" Dimara asked him, practically gone. He couldn't find Van Hellsing.

"Who knows. Maybe eat? Maybe cover the scales of the Uku Pacha with your fat and thus earn our forgiveness? He has always been a peculiar guy".

Suddenly, someone whispered an apology to them. A man with a unique beard who brushed his cape with Dimara and made his hair stand on end. He didn't need to take a look at him eye sockets to know who it was, and he chased him through the crowd. Of course, the pishtaco quickly realized this and, almost knowing that his god was also tracking him, he pulled out a kind of knife from his sleeve and savagely cut the throats of several members of the team who were dancing around him. He continued to rip out their flaccid parts in record time; the rest panicked and hindered his captors' mission enough for he to flee down the valley, toward the place where he had come from.

"Run, Diana Maria!" the demon encouraged her as her leader begged her to return to the hill.

Dimara trotted across the broken earth, following the billowing cape the creature wore. How well he had done in not taking off his boots! She was grateful that she hadn't given in to his hedonism, for once, as she tried not to fall into some treacherous hole. Even though it wasn't easy for him to do it with a devil imprisoning his neck.

From one moment to the next, the sinkhole appeared in front of them and Dimara had to brake hard. The pishtaco had disappeared and he decided to look into the hole. Would he have returned to the world of the dead? He couldn't help but compare the darkness of that hole with the murderer's eyes and, almost instantly, he appeared solemnly on the other side of the gap, as if he had come from nowhere. Neither in his hands nor in his mouth was there a trace of what happened that evening. However, he pulled out the gun again; this time to threaten his own life.

Dimara's voice shook when he spoke.

"What have you done?", she asked. Nevertheless, the being didn't even glance at her. He spoke directly to the devil, who had already adopted the corporeal form of a red, hairy dragon that ran over the voluminous body of his guide.

"I still have fat, Supay," said the pishtaco. "We can treat as before".

"You know that evil must exist, but not be the only thing," said the evil one. "The scale always exceeds when you are around. Too many dead children in exchange for your little effort, too many crashed planes because of the fruitlessness of your methods. Recognize, at least, that you only bring misfortunes without teaching,” he laughed, bored. "And because? Because of your nature? Control is what defines the gods. Therefore, until you understand it, you must remain in me".

Then, Supay glided over the sinkhole and, transformed into a gigantic warrior with long fangs, caught the being with a bite and disappeared with him through the hole, without saying goodbye, or thank you, to a Dimara who was as stunned as she was silent. Afterwards, the geologist was finally on the verge of crying. But the sudden vision of Ruth's soul made her swallow every one of her tears. She was in the same place where pishtaco had just met her end, accompanied by the rest of the lost souls on Halloween. They smiled at him. And they didn't stop doing it even when Dimara saw them rushing towards the same place where his judge and her executioner had gone.

[emmybeearts]

Day 11: Cult

This has been the worst day. It’s been… I don't even know how to put it into words. It's been a disaster, an absolute disaster. Okay, just… how do I explain everything that just happened today. 

Trekking ever deeper into Atria’s immense Belt Desert, we came across a sort of oasis. Rather than a pond of spring water, however, it was a massive sinkhole that dove deep into the planet's surface. Looking across to the other side, the trees looked like minuscule red specks. thick clouds of cool moisture rose out of the sinkhole in heavy waves. This mist filled the desert surrounding this hole and transformed it into a dense tropical jungle deep in the middle of the desert.

Lily and I were collecting genetic samples from the abundant wildlife when we noticed the small yet irrefutable signs of civilization. Worn paths and bent branches, things that look like they were done more deliberately as opposed to an animal just passing through. We followed the trail to see where it might lead and that's when we ran into this planet's prime, if not only, sentient species. A Kyurall.

The Kyurall are a highly social species. They tend to live in densely populated towns, cities, and villages with intricate social rituals that are, while plainly distinct, so akin to what we do on Earth. Because of their social behavior, it’s almost unheard of to see a Kyurall living alone, so far away from any sign of civilization. They, most often, live high up in cold mountains or in the windy steppes.; Commonly places where they can easily take to the air and where their hardy pycnofibers keep them warm.

 The middle of the desert seemed so far removed from their ideal home, that I could imagine they had a good reason to be here. While the sinkhole would provide enough updraft for flying, the sweltering heat that permeated this landscape could not be good for their health. To further worsen the heat, they covered their entire body in dark fabrics which they adorned with strange symbols carved from red bone. 

On top of all that, they wore a mask of bark and bone that seemed to cut deep into their scarred face. Their eyes were completely hidden, but the bioluminescent glow of their nostrils and otoconia beamed through a central vent in the mask like one large, piercing eye. From their scarred appearance and isolation I feared something terrible must have happened to this person. I knew they couldn’t understand me, but there was a chance Lily could understand them. 

Lily’s colors flickered as they received the electrical message from the lone Kyurall. Brighter and more sporadic the colors became as their massage began to come though. Lily explained that they could only really pick up on every tenth or so word. They were essentially shouting, and what they were shouting was borderline incoherent. The further Lily pushed themself, however, the clearer the message became. 

They weren’t talking to us, they were rather using us as an opportunity to talk outward, past us. I don’t know how else to describe it other than like a monologue. They kept mentioning their higher purpose again and again. Things like ancient knowledge and how they found their purpose, the role of their society and how it clashes with their purpose, the “sickness” caused by their ancestors and how that led to their purpose. I wish I knew more but it was so hard to glean anything from desperately translated rambling.

Lily managed to pick an untranslatable word out of the scrambled message; an important word. More important than a person or a place, this word was a People. The Kyurall kept using this word; how they found their purpose because of this people. While the translation wasn't perfect, we were able to piece together what few concepts we could. 

This group of people were not Kyurall. They were something apparently far older. Something about the 'stars before the stars' was the only time frame we were given. We also were able to deduce these people were builders. We heard things like ‘cities that span the ocean’, wings without wings, the ever-growing thinking ore that never sleeps, and those who hid from calamity amongst the stars. 

It was hard to decipher, let alone glean anything, from the ramblings of an old Kyurall alone in the desert. But what we came to understand is that these ancient people had access to revolutionary technology. Things like megacities, powered flight, supercomputers, and even space travel from what it sounded like. It sounds hard to believe, and the translation was imperfect but what words we did get couldn't be strung together any other way. 

The Kyurall went back to talking about their purpose yet again. This ‘ancient evil’ as they described it, must go the way of this ancient people: buried and forgotten. They spoke of how the ramifications of that era will spell Atrias doom and how their great purpose is to save Atria from the creations of the ancients. Soon, they preached for the ‘metals’ and ‘ores’ of the past to be returned to the dirt from which they were stolen in order for Atria to live. And that is when fear began to set in. 

they must have begun speaking even louder around that time as Lily’s colors began to shift into the colorful geometric shapes, yet again, as they forced their mind open to translate. They stood, locked into place, as they used their body as an electrical receiver; the pulses of energy ripping through their entire body in hopes of matching them up with the patterns of known words. My thoughts on this Kyurall, up until that point, had been pretty neutral. I simply thought they were a lost old person, alone in the desert. I felt sympathy for them and wished to hear what they had to say. And now I'm sitting alone with the consequences of such a wish. 

They moved closer and closer to Lily, ever shouting for the ‘metal to be buried’, and ‘the evil to be returned’. I could feel as the air filled ever more with the charge of static electricity. Every hair on my body began to rise as I was too stunned to move. The Kyurall stepped closer as Static began to overtake Lily’s color which shifted further into a cacophony of reds, greens, and blues. Their eyes began to flicker as they spoke the phrase ‘must be buried’ for the final time. 

In an instant, Lily collapsed as thick white smoke began to pour out of them. Their, once vibrant, orange glow was now dull and inert, as all I could do was watch. The Kyurall grabbed Lily’s body as I, once again, felt the hair on the back of my neck rise. Once more they were shouting but now there was no one who could listen. Their head turned to look at me as they walked to the edge of the sinkhole. The single glowing eye of their mask staring daggers through at me, as if trying to bore a hole through my helmet with only their gaze. I was frozen. I was powerless. All I could do was watch as Lily’s body was unceremoniously dumped down into the abyss. There was nothing I could do to save them. They're gone because of me.

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