#which i'm allowed to say as an australian haha

[pynkhues]

One of my friends was almost beaten to death by a classmate my senior year of high school (he was a spoiled psycho rich kid who wanted to kill someone and chose a pretty girl who was nice to him, for misogynistic reasons), and it's weird, very little about that situation or my own behavior after resembles Promising Young Woman (fortunately), and it's been a pretty long time now, but that movie did capture something for me about how poisoned your mind can feel -- the way you feel like you can't stop thinking about this one event you can't change and it feels like the entire world is colored by it, like you're looking at the world through a filter that other people can't see. 

That's not to say I loved everything about the movie (and I haven't seen Saltburn), but yeah, I had a stronger emotional reaction to it than I expected. Thought Carey Mulligan was excellent.

Does seem odd in this day and age though to do Wuthering Heights with a fully white, anglo-looking Heathcliff. You could go a lot of different directions with it, but isn't it pretty clear in the book that he physically looks different from everyone around them/not "English" as they thought of it then? I get why people overlooked that in the past since it's only mentioned a few times, but nowadays most people who read the book are aware of it, no? 

(x)

I'm really, really sorry that happened to your friend, anon. I hope they were able to recover and get justice for what happened to them, and that you've been able to work through it too. It's really interesting to hear that it struck that sort of chord with you and such a wonderful demonstration of one of the things that I love about storytelling and art. I think the fact that we bring so much of our own experiences to stories is what makes art such a uniquely human experience, and what we connect with and how we connect with it can make it all so personal.

And yeah, I mean, Wuthering Heights is a book that really utilises both race and class to other characters in a way that not only amplifies tension and conflict, but is pivotal to the interiorities of these characters. Heathcliff is singled out due to his race and background and to whitewash that away feels like it misses a crucial part of his motivation, particularly when it shifts from a love story to a revenge story. It's wild to me that Emerald would choose to wind back the clock and go with a white guy.

[asbestos4president]

Hamuel Burger and the American Dream episode 4 trancript

Episode title: Indeterminance Night and the Mercurial Vision (audiobook part one)

Patty: How about this?

Indie: So you're wearing a minecraft hoodie. Puke green cargo shorts. A tamagotchi necklace permanently stuck on the death screen. And on your head is a baseball cap with the text "the only thing I love more than chess is being an aunt". 

Patty: It's funny cause I'm not an aunt! 

Indie: I love it, I really do, but I'm just worried the Australian Prime Minister will see your outfit and not be able to avoid falling in love at first sight. That's how the Trojan war started! Another Trojan War would ruin my vacation!

Patty: You don't have to worry about that. I would never let a horse inside my home. In fact, I'm very afraid of horses. They have this permanently disappointed expression that always reminds me of my mother. Have you ever noticed that?

Indie: Fair. You know we didn't have to go to a thrift store to get you clothes, right? You are currently one of the richest women in America.

Patty: Which is exactly why we had to go to that thrift store! Look at all the bargains I got. Here's a mug that says "I Heart Root Canals!" Here's Glee: The Board Game! Here's a sock I lost back in 2014! I needed to buy all of this for my emotional wellbeing.

Wait, you're not mad, right? I know you weren't exactly your husband's biggest fan, but I get it if you don't want me spending his money on- have I shown you this one? It's a toaster that prints Hello Kitty on your breakfast! Yeah. Sorry. I'll ask if they have a return policy.

Indie: Actually, I think we can salvage this. Just put one of my blazers on over your hoodie and we can call it business casual. If anyone asks what business you're trying to be casual about, run.

Patty: Not the blazer! I don't want to look like Hillary Clinton.

Indie: Oh, honey. Hillary Clinton wouldn't be caught dead in those shoes. Now get out of here! Scram! Pokemon Go to the golf course! I love you.

Patty: What?

Indie: What? That was an exceedingly normal thing for the first lady to say to her wife. In fact, it would be highly suspicious if you didn't say it back.

Patty: Oh. Um. I love you too!

Indie: Oh, you love me? Embarrassing. I'm going to hold a press conference to tell everyone, and they're all going to point and laugh. 

Patty: Ugh. 

Ah, wait. Just one thing before I go. So I had this stack of letters… I usually keep them with me, but I can't find them. I'm really worried they were in that bag we threw out. If you have time to look through our stuff to see if they're there, that would be nice. They're really important to me.

Indie: Okay, love you, bye!

Patty: Nice try. If you find those letters, maybe I'll say it back!

[door closing]

(quieter, to herself)

Oh my god. Was that smooth? That felt smooth. Haha! I am a romance wizard!

Judith the Butler: Is Mrs. The President ready for her private jet to the golf course?

Patty: Ah! Judith! You scared me. Have you been here the whole time?

Judith (over creepy sfx): I have been here since before the world began and I shall remain here long after it ends, sweeping up the ashes in preparation for the next species of sentient life to find themselves in need of a butler. I see all and I know all, but what I see is none of my concern and what I know is none of yours. Does Mrs. The President have any further questions?

Patty: Many!

Judith the Butler: Good. Allow me to escort you to your ride. 

[scene change signified by music change to Mysterious Jazz]

Indie: Indeterminance Night and the Mercurial Vision, book the first. Based on a true story. Dedicated to Dr. Medulla O'Blongata, who said my work was derivative. Look at me now, bitch! Please call me if you read this. I miss us. 

Chapter the first.

Sitting alone on her bed, Space Baroness Indeterminance Night found herself conveniently reflecting on the events that had brought her up to this point. She had been but the Baron's lowly wife before a dashing assassin burst into their bedchambers and vanquished him with a laser sword. 

"Oh my," Indeterminance said, for she was wearing only her bedtime spacesuit, which was lacy and diaphanous but in a sort of futuristic way.

That was when the assassin had removed their helmet to reveal a torrent of violet hair. The most beautiful woman Indeterminance had ever seen was standing in her bedroom, and she made a mental note to introduce her to a better brand of conditioner. 

"My lady," said the assassin, dropping to one knee and taking Indeterminance's hand in her own. Indeterminance couldn't help but notice her sultry Space Australian accent. "My lady, I have come to save you from this wretched fate, for tales of your intellect and beauty have spread throughout the galaxy, and I knew I could not rest until I had you for my own."

"Aha!" Said Indeterminance. "Wait until the groupchat hears about this! They all said I needed to lower my standards because I would never find a hot butch space knight. Fools, the lot of them, and lacking in whimsy, too!"

"I must leave you now," said the assassin, her wide brown orbs clouded by sorrow, "for I have to fight off the guards. Would you do me the great favour of disposing of the body?."

"Anything!" gasped Indeterminance. "But what is your name, beautiful stranger? Will I ever see you again?"

"My name is Petroleum Hotdog. I have hidden seven letters around the space palace. If you collect them all, you shall find within the secret code by which to summon me. Until then, farewell, my love!"

"Like Slenderman!"

"This story is set on planet Mercury. I don't know who that is."

Then Petroleum vanished in a gust of violet petals, and Indeterminance was left holding only her right glove, still warm. She shook her head, dispelling any thoughts that might distract her from her mission, and slung the baron's corpse over her shoulder. Her biceps were large and hauntingly beautiful. She scuttled through the space palace, careful not to knock over any of the baron's space vases in which he kept clippings of rare space plants like dandelions and spinach. Under the sounds of fighting outside, she was able to make her way to the doors of the kitchen. They were wooden, a reminder of the planet humans had fled from long ago, and though Indeterminance had never seen a tree in person, the sight of them filled her with nostalgia. She pushed the doors gently, and-

Judith: Mrs. First Lady. What are you doing in the hotel kitchen, if I may ask?

Indie: Uhm.

(back into reading mode)

The space butler! There was no way she could tell them her secret plan to put the Baron's corpse in a blender and feed him to her pet asteroid, Cousin Rockmorton. They would never understand!

Judith: A blender, you say.

Indie: No! I just got lost looking for the hotel pool. Can you point me to it? And let the staff know that the first lady is in there and wishes to remain undisturbed.

Judith: Of course, ma'am.

Indie: Phew!

(back to reading mode)

Her plan having worked effortlessly, Indeterminance set forth for the space palace gardens, which were mostly full of rocks. Space fact: space has a lot of rocks in it. At the centre of the garden was a crater filled with clear blue water, a man made pool heated and dyed to mimic a geothermal spring. She dipped a finger in and tasted it. Chlorine and food colouring. This pool was the crown jewel of the garden, for though it was neither large nor deep, being able to afford decorative water on Mercury was a powerful status symbol. She positioned the baron's body at its side, ready to push him in. Surely he had just been staring at his reflection in the water when he lost his balance and fell.

Judith: I've brought refreshments for you and your companion, ma'am. I do hope I'm not intruding.

Indie: Gah! 

[splash]

My… Companion?

Judith: Yes, your gentleman friend. I can't quite make out his face under the… Is his skin rotting?

Indie: None of my friends are gentlemen, Judith! You know very well that I only associate with harlots and scoundrels. This is just my inflatable liferaft, and it has a skin condition that it's extremely sensitive about.

Judith: My apologies. I shall sit here and perform lifeguard duty as per section 46 of the Good Butler's Guide to Butlering Goodly, Swimsuit Edition. Look, it even has a centrefold containing a diagram of the proper technique by which to build a construction code appropriate sandcastle. In full colour! How very salacious.

Indie: You know, Judith, I suddenly feel rather too cold to swim. I may retire indoors. Is there a fireplace in this hotel at all? Do you think it may need topping up? I have acquired a rare and beautiful piece of kindling that looks like a dead man and smells like a dead man, but has been certified by several coroners to be a log. No need to look too closely.

Judith: There is a fireplace in the dining room, ma'am, however-

Indie: Say no more! I'm off!

(back to reading mode)

So there she was, Space Baroness Indeterminance Night, stalking through the palace like the mighty tigers of yore. Rather than an antelope, her prey was that most elusive beast: the fireplace! 

Writing fact: there are no tigers in space, but I couldn't think of another simile. 

Space fact: Well, actually, space is famously very large, so there could totally be space tigers out there somewhere, chilling. You're just not cool enough to be invited to their parties. 

Indie fact: Now I'm thinking about all the space tiger parties I haven't been invited to, and it's making me sad.

(out of reading mode)

Oh, there's the fireplace! 

(into reading mode)

She approached it trepidatiously, for it could attack at any moment, but all it did was hum quietly and loop the same gif of the platonic ideal of a fire. Gently, as she was a little sorry despite herself, Indeterminance placed the body down and turned her face away. However, instead of the scent of burning flesh reaching her nose, there was only 

(out of reading mode)

- is that seaweed?

Judith: 'tis merely my cologne, ma'am. It's supposed to be elegant and sensual, yet dangerous and masculine.

Indie: You smell like a dead jellyfish.

Judith: Elegant and sensual, yet dangerous and masculine. I came to inform you that this fireplace is electric, so you may have to find some other method by which to dispose of your government certified log. 

Indie: God. Alright. Well, I suddenly feel the need to perform a governmental inspection of the hotel garbage shoot in accordance with current health and safety standards. You know, making sure it's in good enough working order to transport large, cadaverous, formerly presidential items, just as a random example.

Judith (over creepy sfx): You needn't worry. I already tested the strength of the rubbish shoot this morning by tossing down the head chef of this hotel after he tried to serve you eggs that were one degree too cold. He's still in one piece, but so are airpods after you accidentally run them through the washing machine. 

Indie: I see. Are we paying you for these inspections, Judith?

Judith: Oh, no, I do it for the love of our glorious nation.

Indie: Alright, I'll hide this corpse the old fashioned way- with a shovel and a dream. You must have a shovel and a dream in you somewhere, Judith. Please?

Judith: I own no shovel, and I haven't had a dream in years. What's this about a corpse?

Indie: It was here that Indeterminance was confronted with a choice that would change her life forever. Could she trust the butler with the knowledge of her crime? Between her saintly dead mother, her neglectful father and her two horrible step sisters, Rutabaga and Trout, the only one left to raise her had been the butler. They had brushed her hair, tied her laces, soothed her when she cried… If she could not trust this one person, she could trust nobody at all. And yet, still she hesitated.

Judith: You hired me two weeks ago, ma'am. You're paying me ten dollars an hour.

Indie: Fine. Whatever. Just go ahead and ruin my narrative suspense, why don't you. Here's the deal: the president is dead. I replaced him with a purple-haired bisexual woman who wears sandals with socks and is overly passionate about moving horses around in some ancient boardgame. I feel pretty good about this decision. Now, are you going to help me hide his body, or am I going to have to hide yours as well?

Judith: Oh, the president? I've been trying to kill that fucker for years. Pass him over.

[thump]

Thank you. I shall wrap him up and dispose of him discreetly. Like a tampon!

Indie: It's that easy?

Judith: You're rich, you can kill whoever you want. Would you like a lemonade? 

Indie: But Indeterminance had no time to partake in the sweet juice of the lemon, for one more mystery remained to be solved: where were the seven secret love letters of Petroleum Hotdog? She checked the kitchens, the bathrooms, the dining hall, the study, the jewel-counting room, the observatory, the… Aha!

[phone dialling sounds / ringing]

Patty: Hi, you've reached the voicemail of Patricia Bur-

Asbestos: Whatcha doin'?

Patty: Recording my voicemail. It's kinda like when the library's closed so you have to stick your books in the return slot outside, but the slot is a recording of me saying "please leave a message after the beep". Say hi to whoever's listening to this!

Asbestos: No. I don't trust them. What are your intentions with my earth hostage, stranger? State them immediately or I shall blow up your mobile communication device with my mind! Also, please call back and explain to me what a library is. I've been pretending to know so that Patty thinks I'm smart, but based on the metaphor she just laid out, my prior hypothesis that it was some kind of dairy product or perhaps a fancy dog breed has become somewhat challenged. Love and kisses, Asbestos Sputnik Le Guin. 

Patty: What? You didn't tell me you had a cool middle name! Mine is Tomato. Anyway. Please leave a message after the beep. Bessy, do you want to…?

Asbestos: Beeeeeeeeeeeee-

(prolonged coughing fit)

-eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep! And don't call this number again, you hear me? Bad things will happen if you do! Real bad th-

[recording ends]

Indie: Hello my normal wife. I'm choosing to ignore whatever that was in favour of informing you that I have found your missing correspondence, and that it was in your other jacket. You know, the one that's exactly the same as your regular jacket except in a slightly greyer shade of green. Don't worry, I haven't read your letters! I am a woman of great honour and standing. Sometimes great sitting. I'm multifaceted that way.

[end voicemail]

[Indie hangs up, then picks up the phone again]

[phone ringing]

Operator: You have two new messages.

[beep]

Indie: Hello again, my single-apparition comet. Because I value transparency in our relationship (which we founded entirely on lies) I'm just calling to let you know that I opened one of the letters. I only did it in the interest of national security, and freedom, and because I really wanted to know what was inside. I haven't read it! But I will. I definitely will. Yours truly, love and light, her first ladyfulness Independence Liberty Day.

[beep]

Indie: Hi Patty! I didn't know you had a little brother. He appears to be in severe mental distress. How cute! Listen, there was a letter in there that you must have forgotten to send. So, because I felt a little guilty about reading it, I posted it for you! No need to pay me back for the stamp. XOXO, Indie.

P.S: Okay, if anyone is tapping this phone call, stop it now. I need to talk to my wife ALONE.

Okay, so you want to hear the real gossip? I heard that Independence Day is voiced by Jenny Wang, Patty is voiced by Monkozia, and Judith the Butler is voiced by N.V. May. Asbestos Le Guin is apparently voiced by Bulk, which is wild. I also heard that Spikes edited this episode! Really scandalous stuff. It could ruin their whole careers if it got out that they were such sick freaks! That's why I'm only telling you, and nobody else. K, love you, bye! 

[amphiptere-art]

Still not done with the crimple introduction. Remember you can just ask about them now. I'll be giving little tidbits of the introduction so you guys can at least see how they interact and work.

Here's what I got so far after today. Not too much different from last time but a couple more paragraphs.

Blue Moon was confused. They had been teleported randomly. He was in the daycare. Well, what they perceived as the daycare. It had the same jungle gyms and basic layout. The only difference is that the theme seem to have shifted. There was no more Castle. It looked like somebody had properly themed it with kids cove. Big wavy decorations with ships and sand. As if the entirety of the daycare was an island.

Thankfully this daycare was closed at the moment. So they did not cause a fright. Although the lack of a moon demanding where they came from was a little confusing. Then again they had been to many places. But no one had approached them yet. Certainly somebody was running the daycare? Thankfully they're question was answered as they saw movement.

The thing crawled out of the Play structure. Planting itself on the bridge. It looked strange. It crawled like a spider. Which wasn't the strangest thing they've seen, but this thing moved.. differently? It was reminiscent of a mini music man. There was more poking out though. It almost looked exposed. That there are pieces out of place. There was a snakey nature to it too. I like it slithered and crawled at the same time. It was very alien.

Description intermission- description at bottom of page.

Blue Moon caught its eyes. They were very interesting. Mismatched and moving in all the wrong directions. Well some of them were. They started to peep their head above the bridge sides. Their face was like a dog, but the more they crawled forward the more Blue Moon realized this was not the standard animatronic. It was a mishmash of parts. Two different heads. Too many arms. Not enough hands and legs to match. All of it was exposed to. The scent of metal filled their sensors.

Blue Moon flinched as they were addressed. Not expecting the almost southern, Australian sounding voice. The thing tilting their head to the side as the hand that was on where their head should go grappled onto the side of the bridge. Allowing the rest of the body to dangle.

“Well hello there. You don't look like you're standard animatronic. You got some height on ya buddy. Look like some sort of giant statue. Although I suppose those questions should be for later. Greetings are always a first. So hi buddy. I'm Crimple. The lovely caretaker of this fine place. Who are ya?”

Blue Moon could do nothing but stare for a second. The thing moved exaggeratedly. Hands waving wildly. Although there was a pose with every movement. It looked more like a performance. The hands and arms also extended. The little discs that made up the animatronics upper limbs and neck moved about so arms and legs could be made longer. It was like some exaggerated magic trick with how they were thrown about. Dancing around almost like nano machines extending and contracting a limb.

Blue Moon finally snapped out of their stupor. Cut off guard as the thing move the discs that made up a long arm into their neck. Stretching it forward to reach Blue Moon's face.

“Come on! Don't leave me hanging!”

A couple of the discs and a hand moved forward on the extended neck. Extending a shorter hand and arm right below their head. In a similar motion to a handshake.

“Blue Moon is what my name is. I would say it would seem strange but I feel it is inaccurate given what yours is.”

“Haha. You and me buddy. Strangest names in all the pizza plex. Although I would say you're stranger. You definitely don't look like anyone I've ever seen.”

“No you would have not seen me before. For I have opened many universes doors. Not on purpose as much as I wish. If I could have the control of others I would gleefully switch.”

“Ahh. You're one of those universe hoppers. Seen a couple, Although not many. Definitely not one like you. You're so big! What are you?”

Blue Moon was about to answer before they stuttered. The little thing finally jumping off of the bridge and scuttling over. All of their discs combining to make a very long neck. Hands and leftover feet hanging off the sides of it. They sacrifice one of their more normal looking limbs to the neck also. Finally meeting Blue Moon face-to-face. Where they could only stare into their eyes as they let out a small cackle.

“Dear goodness, 14 feet-ish. You really are a tall bugger.”

The Tower that allowed them to look Blue Moon in the eyes started to crumble. Discs falling off in an exaggerated fashion as a reformed back into the previous shape.

“Bet that's got to make life a pain sometimes. Wouldn't you like to be like me? Able to freely shift your limbs just in the right places. Who's got to be worried about being too tall when you can make yourself a snake.”

Some of the discs moved towards the smaller head. Lengthening its neck length while also giving it a tail without moving it. The whole contraption slithering comedically before it started to move back to the previous positions.

“Then again, it's not like you can freely change your shape like me. You have an interesting design nonetheless. Nothing wrong with it. Just unfamiliar to me.”

“yes… if I could inquire. What is your design's desire?”

“Why wouldn't ya- Oh right you're not from here. Ya ever heard of mangle? And I don't mean no Toy glam-rock foxy. I'm talking about good old toy foxy. The one that got ripped apart and renamed mangle. If you know who they are, The rest shouldn't be that hard to conclude.”

“I've heard of the name yes. But it seems like something the company would detest.”

“Ha. Perhaps. But mangle was the star show of the kids corner. It was a whole new thing that she could come apart Willie nilly. So the company just decided to make that kid safe. None of my metal is pointy, and snapping off my limbs won't cause me any harm.”

“But your bones are made of metal. All of it exposed. A tasty treat to me, but a danger exposed.”

“Don't worry about me smashing a kid. Casing isn't exactly the softest thing to be hit by anyways. I got control of me motors. Although what's with you calling me a tasty treat. You like what you see.”

Krimple widened their arms and leaned back dramatically. Attempting to show off the most of their exoskeleton. The site made Blue Moon cringe. But not because they found it appealing. It was because it was far to appealing as a meal. Shaking their head in firm denial.

“Ohhhh. You meaning that more literally aren't ya. Well trust me I got a couple of metal pieces to spare. It's not like I'm exactly keeping this whole body together.”

Crimple exaggeratedly disconnected all their discs. Their parts falling about in an uncoordinated fashion. it really looked like they were a tower of blocks that had fallen over. Although their pieces were still functional. They're Jaws opening wide in a smile. What hands had landed upright splayed their fingers. Even the feet wiggled their toes.

[pynkhues]

https://www.tumblr.com/fishjellylou/766623772774137856/yall-white-mfs-need-to-stop-speaking-on-louis?source=share

As a disclaimer, I swear I'm not trying to start something, but this person is clearly talking about your post. The only reason i bring this to ur attention is bc

1. They seem to be purposely misinterpreting a lot of what u said and

2. It sums up a certain attitude in fandom that's been bothering me.

You always back up your interpretations with textual evidence and seem very open to other people's interpretations as well, so this type of reaction seems very hostile to me for no reason. And I feel like this readiness to call racism over any differing opinion on Louis only manages to reduce his character and discourage people from exploring his complexities or engaging with the character at all.

At least for me, it makes me scared of sharing any opinion, because people in fandom don't seem to be open to debate and conversation, they just claim one interpretation as the only valid read of the show and anyone who disagrees is suddenly racist.

I guess i just wanted to get your take on it and ask for advice on how to deal with this type of backlash when it comes to engaging in character analysis. Your insight is always appreciated <3

Oh! Yeah, I mean - - they certainly seem to be referring to me without @'ing me!

And mmm, yeah, I'd say it reads to me as a bad faith interpretation of my posts, especially as I certainly wouldn't describe how I wrote about Louis today as a 'diabolical jezebel' - in fact, I think it's lowkey the opposite given I think he's a character who has a healthy sexual appetite which sometimes manifests in the wrong direction as a result of trauma and circumstance, as opposed to the puritanical virgin some would depict him as - and literally, explicitly said that I don't think Louis' a liar, but rather has the normal response of trying to paint himself in a better light in his memories, but y'know, they're allowed their interpretation of my posts, just as they're allowed their own readings of the show.

As someone who's been around the fandom traps for more than a decade, I can't say this isn't something I'm used to, and I kinda think it's important to be okay with it? I make these posts publicly (even if I do try to avoid using main tags lowkey for adjacent reasons to this one), so people can respond to me publicly. That's okay! I've kinda been doing the same with the l*slou fest, so I'd be a huge hypocrite to have an issue with what they do when I'm doing it a little myself, haha.

But to me posts like this also just try to weaponise the idea that being called racist is worse than being racist, and as a result is a way to shut people up, like you said. I'm open with the fact that I'm white and Australian - arguably the worst type of White, haha - and I know that I have race biases that I'm working constantly to unpack, and I work in DEI at my theatre company, so trust me when I say I've done a lot of 'official' training too, which feels stupid to talk about here in this context, but is a reality of Things I've Done.

I engage and read and listen a lot, which is all to say, I suppose, that I do try to be very conscious and present in how I exist in these conversations, and it's a funny thing to come back to fandom spaces where people do want white people to take on a cultural load, want them to engage particularly with characters of colour, want them to create fanworks involving POC - all things fandom is notoriously bad at! - and then ultimately - - y'know. Weaponise race in an attempt to shut down conversations they don't like (and I include a lot of white people in that too). It too often feels like race becomes a moving part to keep characters under certain fan interpretation ownership, which feels symptomatic of broader fandom entitlement.

I don't know. I hear you, basically, and I get your nervousness about engaging, but at the end of the day, conversations won't happen if they don't happen. Sharing your thoughts and knowing - and being able to articulate - your intent while keeping an open mind to criticism and an eagerness to learn is always a positive, at least to me. Some people are going to engage in bad faith - that's kind of inevitable these days, I think - but there are going to be a lot of people who engage in good faith too, and I don't know. A lot of people tell me I have a bit of a crap nose for it, haha, and tend to engage more of the bad faith than I should, but I always try to take things optimistically and in good faith. I like to trust that people mean the best, and when they don't - - well, that's for private chats, haha.

[amphiptere-art]

Still not finished with the introduction. But I think at this point I'm going to start asking people about crimple. If you guys want to read this and get a general idea of their mannerisms you can. I'm going to ask you about em anyways.

Blue Moon was confused. They had been teleported randomly. He was in the daycare. Well, what they perceived as the daycare. It had the same jungle gyms and basic layout. The only difference is that the theme seem to have shifted. There was no more Castle. It looked like somebody had properly themed it with kids cove. Big wavy decorations with ships and sand. As if the entirety of the daycare was an island.

Thankfully this daycare was closed at the moment. So they did not cause a fright. Although the lack of a moon demanding where they came from was a little confusing. Then again they had been to many places. But no one had approached them yet. Certainly somebody was running the daycare? Thankfully they're question was answered as they saw movement.

The thing crawled out of the Play structure. Planting itself on the bridge. It looked strange. It crawled like a spider. Which wasn't the strangest thing they've seen, but this thing moved.. differently? It was reminiscent of a mini music man. There was more poking out though. It almost looked exposed. That there are pieces out of place. There was a snakey nature to it too. I like it slithered and crawled at the same time. It was very alien.

Description intermission- description at bottom of page.

Blue Moon caught its eyes. They were very interesting. Mismatched and moving in all the wrong directions. Well some of them were. They started to peep their head above the bridge sides. Their face was like a dog, but the more they crawled forward the more Blue Moon realized this was not the standard animatronic. It was a mishmash of parts. Two different heads. Too many arms. Not enough hands and legs to match. All of it was exposed to. The scent of metal filled their sensors.

Blue Moon flinched as they were addressed. Not expecting the almost southern, Australian sounding voice. The thing tilting their head to the side as the hand that was on where their head should go grappled onto the side of the bridge. Allowing the rest of the body to dangle.

“Well hello there. You don't look like you're standard animatronic. You got some height on ya buddy. Look like some sort of giant statue. Although I suppose those questions should be for later. Greetings are always a first. So hi buddy. I'm Crimple. The lovely caretaker of this fine place. Who are ya?”

Blue Moon could do nothing but stare for a second. The thing moved exaggeratedly. Hands waving wildly. Although there was a pose with every movement. It looked more like a performance. The hands and arms also extended. The little discs that made up the animatronics upper limbs and neck moved about so arms and legs could be made longer. It was like some exaggerated magic trick with how they were thrown about. Dancing around almost like nano machines extending and contracting a limb.

Blue Moon finally snapped out of their stupor. Cut off guard as the thing move the discs that made up a long arm into their neck. Stretching it forward to reach Blue Moon's face.

“Come on! Don't leave me hanging!”

A couple of the discs and a hand moved forward on the extended neck. Extending a shorter hand and arm right below their head. In a similar motion to a handshake.

“Blue Moon is what my name is. I would say it would seem strange but I feel it is inaccurate given what yours is.”

“Haha. You and me buddy. Strangest names in all the pizza plex. Although I would say you're stranger. You definitely don't look like anyone I've ever seen.”

“No you would have not seen me before. For I have opened many universes doors. Not on purpose as much as I wish. If I could have the control of others I would gleefully switch.”

“Ahh. You're one of those universe hoppers. Seen a couple, Although not many. Definitely not one like you. You're so big! What are you?”

Blue Moon was about to answer before they stuttered. The little thing finally jumping off of the bridge and scuttling over. All of their discs combining to make a very long neck. Hands and leftover feet hanging off the sides of it. They sacrifice one of their more normal looking limbs to the neck also. Finally meeting Blue Moon face-to-face. Where they could only stare into their eyes as they let out a small cackle.

“Dear goodness, 14 feet-ish. You really are a tall bugger.”

The Tower that allowed them to look Blue Moon in the eyes started to crumble. Discs falling off in an exaggerated fashion as a reformed back into the previous shape.

“Bet that's got to make life a pain sometimes. Wouldn't you like to be like me? Able to freely shift your limbs just in the right places. Who's got to be worried about being too tall when you can make yourself a snake.”

Some of the discs moved towards the smaller head. Lengthening its neck length while also giving it a tail without moving it. The whole contraption slithering comedically before it started to move back to the previous positions.

“Then again, it's not like you can freely change your shape like me. You have an interesting design nonetheless. Nothing wrong with it. Just unfamiliar to me.”

“yes… if I could inquire. What is your design's desire?”

“Why wouldn't ya- Oh right you're not from here. Ya ever heard of mangle? And I don't mean no Toy glam-rock foxy. I'm talking about good old toy foxy. The one that got ripped apart and renamed mangle. If you know who they are, The rest shouldn't be that hard to conclude.”

“I've heard of the name yes. But it seems like something the company would detest.”

“Ha. Perhaps. But mangle was the star show of the kids corner. It was a whole new thing that she could come apart Willie nilly. So the company just decided to make that kid safe. None of my metal is pointy, and snapping off my limbs won't cause me any harm.”

“But your bones are made of metal. All of it exposed. A tasty treat to me, but a danger exposed.”

“Don't worry about me smashing a kid. Casing isn't exactly the softest thing to be hit by anyways. I got control of me motors. Although what's with you calling me a tasty treat. You like what you see.”

Krimple widened their arms and leaned back dramatically. Attempting to show off the most of their exoskeleton. The site made Blue Moon cringe. But not because they found it appealing. It was because it was far to appealing as a meal. Shaking their head in firm denial.

“Ohhhh. You meaning that more literally aren't ya. Well trust me I got a couple of metal pieces to spare. It's not like I'm exactly keeping this whole body together.”

Crimple exaggeratedly disconnected all their discs. Their parts falling about in an uncoordinated fashion. it really looked like they were a tower of blocks that had fallen over. Although their pieces were still functional. They're Jaws opening wide in a smile. What hands had landed upright splayed their fingers. Even the feet wiggled their toes.

“As long as I got my main components. I continue living!”

“But isn't it a struggle? Would you not prefer that you stay in one bundle?”

“Well I think anyone would like to stay in one bundle. But I don't really need to.”

The three feet, hands, two heads, and the tail recombined onto the torso. The limbs and the discs were left alone.

“I got everything I need right here! I got a nice little compartment that makes more discs if I need em. The limbs are a little harder to make. But I can make them nonetheless as long as I get the materials. I'm sure that's all you're doing. Eating metal to fix yourself.”

“You misunderstand my plight. It is the specific metal that I bite. Has to be alive and thriving. Something that feels conniving.”

“So you like the exoskeletons? Still don't matter that much.”

Crimple starts to reform into their previous state. Getting their limbs back into position. The whole arrangement of parts just flying towards the main torso. Assembling themselves once they hit the metal. Crimple starts to crawl back towards Blue Moon.

“Still the whole picture is not fully arranged. I hunt the ones with brains. Liken to you, or any of a similar crew.”

“Ohhhhhhh. I'm guessing none of them were your friends then.”

Blue Moon could only gasp and back away from them for a second. At least none of them were your friends? Blue Moon was eating animatronics. How could they be so lackluster about this information. They spoke about it as if it was a day-to-day occurrence. Was it a day-to-day occurrence to them?

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My brain is starting to melt. Here's a little teaser for the introduction to Crimple. Got to the point where introductions are basically done and they just start talking. Which means Blue Moon rhymes. Which sometimes I'm just not ready for.

Blue Moon was confused. They had been teleported randomly. He was in the daycare. Well, what they perceived as the daycare. It had the same jungle gyms and basic layout. The only difference is that the theme seem to have shifted. There was no more Castle. It looked like somebody had properly themed it with kids cove. Big wavy decorations with ships and sand. As if the entirety of the daycare was an island.

Thankfully this daycare was closed at the moment. So they did not cause a fright. Although the lack of a moon demanding where they came from was a little confusing. Then again they had been to many places. But no one had approached them yet. Certainly somebody was running the daycare? Thankfully they're question was answered as they saw movement.

The thing crawled out of the Play structure. Planting itself on the bridge. It looked strange. It crawled like a spider. Which wasn't the strangest thing they've seen, but this thing moved.. differently? It was reminiscent of a mini music man. There was more poking out though. It almost looked exposed. That there are pieces out of place. There was a snakey nature to it too. I like it slithered and crawled at the same time. It was very alien.

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Blue Moon caught its eyes. They were very interesting. Mismatched and moving in all the wrong directions. Well some of them were. They started to peep their head above the bridge sides. Their face was like a dog, but the more they crawled forward the more Blue Moon realized this was not the standard animatronic. It was a mishmash of parts. Two different heads. Too many arms. Not enough hands and legs to match. All of it was exposed to. The scent of metal filled their sensors.

Blue Moon flinched as they were addressed. Not expecting the almost southern, Australian sounding voice. The thing tilting their head to the side as the hand that was on where their head should go grappled onto the side of the bridge. Allowing the rest of the body to dangle.

“Well hello there. You don't look like you're standard animatronic. You got some height on ya buddy. Look like some sort of giant statue. Although I suppose those questions should be for later. Greetings are always a first. So hi buddy. I'm Crimple. The lovely caretaker of this fine place. Who are ya?”

Blue Moon could do nothing but stare for a second. The thing moved exaggeratedly. Hands waving wildly. Although there was a pose with every movement. It looked more like a performance. The hands and arms also extended. The little discs that made up the animatronics upper limbs and neck moved about so arms and legs could be made longer. It was like some exaggerated magic trick with how they were thrown about. Dancing around almost like nano machines extending and contracting a limb.

Blue Moon finally snapped out of their stupor. Cut off guard as the thing moved the discs that made up a long arm into their neck. Stretching it forward to reach Blue Moon's face.

“Come on! Don't leave me hanging!”

A couple of the discs and a hand moved forward on the extended neck. Extending a shorter hand and arm right below their head. In a similar motion to a handshake. Which Blue Moon reached out to awkwardly shake.

“Blue Moon is what my name is. I would say it would seem strange but I feel it is inaccurate given what yours is.”

“Haha. You and me buddy. Strangest names in all the pizza plex. Although I would say you're stranger. You definitely don't look like anyone I've ever seen.”

“No you would have not seen me before. For I have opened many universes doors. Not on purpose as much as I wish. If I could have the control of others I would gleefully switch.”

“Ahh. You're one of those universe hoppers. Seen a couple, Although not many. Definitely not one like you. You're so big! What are you?”

Blue Moon was about to answer before they stuttered. The thing finally jumping off of the bridge and scuttling over. All of their discs combining to make a very long neck. Hands and leftover feet hanging off the sides of it. They sacrifice one of their more normal looking limbs to the neck also. Finally meeting Blue Moon face-to-face. Where they could only stare into their eyes as they let out a small cackle.

“Dear goodness, 14 feet-ish. You really are a tall bugger.”

The Tower that allowed them to look Blue Moon in the eyes started to crumble. Discs falling off in an exaggerated fashion as a reformed back into the previous shape.

“Bet that's got to make life a pain sometimes. Wouldn't you like to be like me? Able to freely shift your limbs just in the right places. Who's got to be worried about being too tall when you can make yourself a snake.”

Some of the discs moved towards the smaller head. Lengthening its neck length while also giving it a tail without moving it. The whole contraption slithering comedically before it started to move back to the previous positions.

“Then again, it's not like you can freely change your shape like me. You have an interesting design nonetheless. Nothing wrong with it. Just unfamiliar to me.”