#yea; it's a spinoff

[divinit3a]

oh, no. it's another au ⚠️⚠️⚠️ somniphobia spoilers, if you are... worried about that... 👍

and this one is just -- 100% silly

without further ado, Go my scarab: Somniphobia AU, But (animatronic) Moon actually has to be Sam's Dad Now. No take-backs. That teenage boy ghost is your son.

additional sketches & rambling below cut 👇

Let's go on a walk down memory lane together, shall we?

I, Pom, am doing a little research into Sun & Moon, because well, this is FNAF. The ghosts-inside-robots series. I am mildly concerned that the robot has a ghost inside it that I should really, really, know about.

Enter: Moondrop Hologram from Tales of the Pizzaplex Novellas, Somniphobia

Alright, I say. In a spin-off, there is a hypothetical Dad Moon. And so, I read Somniphobia. And then, I draw silly shitposts bc thats what I do.

the FNAF SB fathers support group (Freddy & Roxy) gains another member

[despair-tea]

[superbellsubways]

i spent an hour filling out this chart because im extremely autistic about these guys. this isnt even all the faves i cant fit everyone here please

source

[raiiny-bay]

dressing up the boys again pt. 2

[beardedhandstoadshark]

In other news, F’s in the chat to the few people who‘re gonna play Four Swords because of the manga/fanon/comics only to find out it was a basically-plotless side mode party game all along. Your bbgirl‘s from FSAdventures and it‘s its own thing as well, I’m sorry you had to find out that way

[spitblaze]

brain: you're heavily invested in an rpg that doesnt engage with moral nuance?? thats pretty cringe bro

me: hey just checking we're still heavily invested in pokemon right. the pokemon series that is made primarily for children and whose deepest moral diving is 'peta sucks'. that pokemon series

brain: yeah why

me: cool just checking

[cyber-phobia]

I forgot how much. Stuff™ showman has.

[itzphynix]

Man, if the illusion discs in the game bullshit was real, FNAF SB COULDA done something REAL funny w/ DJ Music Man.

[catfuyus]

Already read anime and manga. Should be more of him

Ikr ! I mean he did get his own spinoff but that wasn’t the the type of stuff I wanted to see tbh ! I think it started before the manga ended, but I would’ve liked to see the bajitrio and their little pet shop at takemichi’s age when the manga started (27 I think), that would’ve been more fun for me to see personally !

[procrastinatingattorney]

i still have not finished aa6 and never will lmao

[fragilescales]

am i crying about a sonic spinoff from 2003 rn? yea.. 🥺

watercolor on paper

[casscainmainly]

Kon fan! I haven't had the chance to read much of his later stuff but early on? Yea absolutely he talked like that.

One of my favorite panels with him is from this spinoff series he had in the 90s (Superboy and the Ravers) where he joins an illegal interdimensional space rave and has some adventures with the people he meets there. One such friend comes out as a gay man, and another starts being loudly homophobic about it. To which Kon's immediate response is just "why are you being so uncool about this?"

And now the idea that Kon's first response to bigotry is to call the offender a wet rag lives in my head rent free.

Oh my god I love this so much. You heard it from Superboy himself - homophobia is uncool!

Also the way he talks is, like, absolutely incredible. The more I read the more I love him:

This is TRUE comic book writing. This is TRUE allyship. This is the man Cass chose for her first comphet relationship for a reason!

(Panels from Superboy & The Ravers #19)

[chiming-bluebells]

🧺🍓🎀💌

tysm for the ask!!! :D i’ll answer 🧺 for my fantasy dr and the rest for my maze runner dr!

˖˙ ᰋ ⋆ ˚ ⊹ യ *◞ ˚ ꕀ .*

THIS LITTLE LIFE ᰋ shifting ask game ii.

answered for my

FANTASY DR & MAZE RUNNER DR !!

⋆ ˚｡⋆ ᨳ FANTASY DR

🧺 : SOFT LAUNDRY . . . what is your comfort item? a necklace you always wear? the soft blanket at the end of your bed? a certain drink you pick wherever you go?

the tiny music box that sits on my nightstand has been with me since i could stand and walk on my own two feet. it was a gift from the king and queen of neighbouring veridion, a gift of formality. the melody it plays is basically flowing in my veins at this point, my heart beating in its rythm. the tunes are from old terabitian lullabies, a gentle balm for my soul.

the music box has a key in the form of a flower necklace: anastasia style. the music box itself is bejewelled and gilded, its inside projecting the current night sky onto the ceiling above.

⋆ ˚｡⋆ ᨳ MAZE RUNNER DR

🍓 : SAPPY STRAWBERRY . . . what makes you sappy and all nostalgic? listening to a song you once played one too many times? a movie about the underdog saving the day? seeing older couples walking down the street?

might’ve mentioned the existence of glader songs before, might’ve not. either way, gladers songs are (for those curious ones wondering) drinking songs written by gladers, for gladers. they’re mostly sung during sittings, and mostly after one too many glasses of gally’s special brew. we even have our own song books handed out to each picknick table in preparation.

the songs usually consist of inside jokes about the glader jobs (the track-hoes specifically have many MANY songs about them, for obvious reasons,, see their name), the maze, the grievers, greenies, and the box. the melodies themselves are direct spinoffs of old nursery rhymes and melodies dusted off from the deepest parts of our brains. but we also have rewrites of popular songs such as hallelujah (parodied into a med-jack song mentioning one too many ailments in gruesome detail) and sweet home alabama.

they’re usually sung in a specific order, and there are many rules and traditions that i won’t be able to fully cover right now. some experienced gladers stray away from the lyrics, while greenies are usually left bewildered.

i know them all by heart.

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🎀 : CLASSIC BOW . . . what do you love about life? do you love hearing the morning birds signing to you as you sit on the porch? do you enjoy partying too much and not remembering it in the morning? or maybe just hanging out with the people you love?

my favourite part of the day is the evening, when everything has died down, and the air has a certain warm, peachy softness to it. the fireflies swarm in the high grass, someones muffled laughter can be heard through the opened kitchen door, and the tree leaves cast dappled shadows over the ground, filtering through the golden sunlight.

i usually sit on the porch this time of day, listening in on the crickets singing their symphony around me. sketchbook or journal in lap, pen in hand, and my thoughts scribbled down on cold-pressed paper. sometimes someone joins me on the porch, and conversations ensue; othertimes we sit in comfortable silence.

i also adore the bonfires and the sittings. now, i know what you might be thinking to yourself: yea yea, what’s it with her and these damned sittings????? but, look, they’re everything; the good vibes, the people drunkenly singing in unison, the toasts and the cheers, the inside jokes, the games (which yes, games are a part of sittings), the food, and the chaos dragging on deep into the night.

someone always ends up standing on the table, another one thinks it’s high time to roll in the grass, and the deepest of conversations always ensue a while from the party. 1–2 times a month we get to just live a little and momentarily forget about all the responsibilities and the stress put upon us.

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💌 : LOVE LETTER . . . what random things do your friends associate with you? a fictional character you resemble? the scent you always wear? a dumb phrase you made up?

◞ light coloured clothing and ballet flats : i might just be…. the most impractically dressed glader in the glade. you’ll usually see me wearing maxi and midi skirts, linen pants, babydoll tops, and ballet flats (ouch!)… the fabrics usually in colours such as pristine white, cream, warm browns, and dusty rose. of course i’ll wear practical clothing as well,,, yes, but under protest.

◞ rubber boots : the first impression they had of me was me throwing my rubber boots at them from the treetops.

◞ embroidery and sewing needles : i’m usually the one patching up their tattered clothing (and their wounds…). what would they do without me, huh?

◞ the scent of jasmine and coconut : from my shower gel, shampoo and conditioner.

◞ bouquets of flowers and pressed wildflowers : i always leave bouquets of flowers hanging upside down to dry around the homestead. in each book there’s also probably a pressed flower between the pages.

◞ ribbons and bows : ever since i arrived, the farm animals have been adorning pink and red ribbons. not even the furnitures are exempt from my girlish wrath.

◞ intricate updos : i like to feel pretty, despite the circumstances. the intricate updos are saved for special instances (…mentioning sittings….again… sorry but that’s like the only fun thing we do). 90s prom bun is my go-to, topped off with some wildflowers tucked into my locks, or some pearl hair accessories.

[curleyclown]

so i took the forgotten Lupin Junior and made him my oc.

You guys remember the spinoff manga Monkey Punch wrote called Lupin Jr.?? Bout Lupin's son? I miss him. So here's a continuation / Lupin the 4th concept I made for a grown-up Junior goin on heist adventures with a band of thieves and an inspector on his tail, just like his old man!

Cast info below:

♦️ Arsène Lupin the 4th-- known by all as Lupin Junior (much to his chagrin sometimes)-- is the son of infamous thieves Lupin III and Fujiko Mine. Though he isn't well known just yet, and he is widely underestimated, Junior knows one day he'll be able to surpass his own dad as the world's greatest thief!

💚 Marilyn Aiki-- Junior's childhood friend (also a character from the original manga)-- a witty, charming and adventurous girl who became Junior's self-declared partner in crime. She sticks by Junior's side through thick and thin, though she has to reel him back from his impulsivity sometimes.

🌂 Jiro Yamazato-- A reserved and gruff former assassin, he was saved by Junior despite the thief being an assigned target, and now vows to protect the gang. Despite his roughened exterior, Jiro is gentle and selfless.

🗡 Goemon Ishikawa XIV-- Daughter of samurai Goemon XIII, wielding the Zantetsuken passed down to her that can cut through even the toughest steels. The stoic yet confident and sarcastic Goe grew up with Junior, and as much as they annoy each other their sibling-like bond is too strong for even her sword to cut through.

☀️ Inspector Hiromi Zenigata-- Daughter of Koichi Zenigata, Hiromi is an excitable, optimistic and determined ICPO officer. She's just as loud and persistent as her Pops, stopping at nothing to track down and arrest Junior, though it's clear she has a great soft spot for the entire gang.

Anyways yea!!! I really wanted to share them to my tumblr!!!

[drinkpisser]

welcome to the HOW IT CAME TO BE spinoff, BACK IN SUMMER ! 🌞

and ... HAPPY (almost) ONE YEAR BDAY TO THE ORIGINAL FIC !! >v< 🎉✨️

How It Came To Be: Back In Summer will be a mini series of oneshots from around the beginning of the fic, where Ficrard and his pals are still in the summer camp !! I wanted to explore the absolute shenanigans i imagined them getting up to during this period, so this is kind of like an AU where things stayed relatively normal after the first alien encounter,, its all about fun, whimsy and sliiiight insanity ! :3

🌲 click read more to begin the first one-shot ! 🌲

ONESHOT 1: All that for a picnic?

Gerard woke up to the exact buzzing he fell asleep to, as the insects swarm outside of the windows, forcing the dormitory to become it's own greenhouse, an ecosystem of the dreaded wonders you find in adolescence. More prominently, the pungence of teenage boys sharing a summer bedroom. Frank was still occupied drooling into his damp pillowcase, and Ray was practically falling out of bed in the wildest yet world's comfiest sleeping position.

I'll leave them to it , he thought, making his bed with little effort, the mattress cover concealing only half of it.

Yawning and stretching, Gerard makes his way to the bathroom to get ready for the day- thankfully no falling into shit and dirt this time, as he had soon been directed to the real, functioning facilities that are most certainly not porta-potties in the middle of the woods. He then spends about 20 minutes fixing his unwashed hair in place with a half-empty can of Got2be.

It had probably been two weeks, give or take, since Gerard was dropped off at this dumpster by his mildly disappointed parents who were shocked to learn he still couldn't swim or tie his laces. Lord knows how his younger brother Mikey swept under the radar, still at home, probably having the best summer of his life. Gerard doesn't like to think about that fact- it pisses him off immensely that he's the eldest and therefore faces all the music of life's responsibilities.

"Hey," a puppy-reminiscent punk appears from behind.

Gerard spits out his toothpaste, wiping his mouth on his hoodie sleeve and turning around;

"Oh, hiya Frank." Gerard smiles, "Whazz'up?"

"Okay, so, basically, y'know the bigass hill? I say that today we go there and have a picnic. Eat like kings!" Frank proposes, large gestures and all.

"The 'bigass hill' that's closed off and we're told to NOT try going to?" G raises an eyebrow.

"Yea but-"

Ray enters, midway through tying back his hair, yawning: "I'm in, let's jump the gate and go! It'd be so sick, right?"

And it's settled, by the devious grins of 3 teenage boys, that they are going to do the one logical, one well-advised thing they could possibly do today: trespass.

They get ready for battle; Frank throws on a sleeveless Misfits shirt and spikes up his mohawk. Ray smudges eyeliner across his waterline excessively. Gerard tries spraying the last of his deodorant to no success, shrugging and tossing it in the overflown trashcan. Then he tiptoes around the dorm, asking the boys if they're ready, to which Frank responds in unintelligible noises- huh, sounds familliar. Oh well, off they go.

The three exit the cabin, sneaking past everywhere they were supposed to be. They take it in turns, boosting eachother over the fence that cuts off the land.

Whilst that was successful, what appeared next proved to be less than desirable.

A ... swamp? A swamp obstructing the hill?

The air was muggy, a suffocating steam evaporating off of the sunkissed pool of dysentery. Bushes with thorns surrounded it, deeming the boys unable to go around unless they wanted bare, nettle-stung legs. Dragonflies briefly swept across the swamp, whilst wasps lay still, bottoms up, ready to prickle an innocent bypasser.

Ray stares into the deep, swirling body of dirty water, gulping away any sprinkle of confidence he once had;

"Uh, gang- I don't think I like this anymore." He chirped with nerves.

Gerard, with his stolen shopping basket of treats in hand, side-shuffles towards Ray in silent agreement, verbally avoiding the eggshells of a stubborn Frank. Something you never want to do is disagree with him, unless you want to hear about it for the rest of your living days (Gerard learnt that lesson early on, after they had an arguement over dogs and cats).

"Pschhhh, you guys never seen a swamp before?" Frank chuckles, "It'll be fine. See?" He walks off, in search of mother nature's own bridge. Persistent as ever.

Frank takes a log and places it across the pond, noticing that the seemingly deep water below where it had been placed felt solid.

"Hm", he shuffles closer in curiosity to assess the problem-

SPLASH!!!!!!

The sludge almost explodes into the air, throwing Frank ten feet into the surrounding greenery and drenching the boys.

"WHATTHEFUCKWASTHAT?!" Gerard screeches, clinging onto Ray, who is doing the same back.

Ray looks down at the ruined basket, "My sandwiches..." He frowns. :(

Two beady eyes rise from beneath the water, it's scaly face resting on the surface.

"IT'S A GIANT LIZARD!" Frank points repetitively and wails, latching onto Gerard's leg.

Upon this recognition, they all scream in unison like baby chipmunks. Of course, this only disarms their plan, as two volunteers for the camp rush over, gently shoving the boys out of the swamp area.

"Didn't y'all read the sign?" The disappointed janitor taps his foot.

"Or listen to a single word of my debrief when you got here?" The PE coach sighs.

The head girl Jamia skips over, a smile on her face as she sees Frank hiding himself in a blanket.

"Did Lizzy scare ya that bad?"

"Sorry, what." Frank looks up, stuttering with slight attitude and hiding his embarrassment.

"Yeaaaah, s'just Lizzy. She's pretty harmless, I feed 'er. But I'd never jump the barbed wire fence to do it!" She bursts into laughter.

"What were y'all doin' anyways?" The janitor continues to interrogate.

"We uh, we wanted to sit on the hill and have breakfast." Ray confesses and points at the glorious hill, receiving a nudge from Frank in the process.

"Why didn't y'just say so? There's a nice set of stairs that lead right on up there!" he replies, casually wandering off.

The faces of the three moss-covered lads is priceless as they stop in their tracks.

"So, literally fucking everyone failed to mention that!" Gerard grumbles, his face like thunder as he kicks the broken basket into a bush.

Jamia laughs nervously.

"Oh well, now y'know for next time," she shrugs, lightheartedly trying to move on the conversation;

"Why don't me n'you go up there sometime, Frank?" she offers, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Frank hides away even further in his towel, scratching his freshly-stung knees, flustered. A buzzing "ooooooo" fills the air by Ray and Gerard as they get to the showers and go their separate ways, quietly chuckling together on their way out.

After a few seconds of awkward silence Frank turns to Jamia, uncovering himself from his wet blanket and smirking,

"I'd like that."

[rosencrantzsguildenstern]

Best Shakespeare Adaptation

since the 1600s, people have been rewriting shakespeare and writing spinoffs in good, bad, and frankly just kind of insane ways. today, they will compete until only one is left standing!

during the poll craze i ran a lot of brackets and had fun, but ended up with a couple spare blogs i ended up having to delete, so i'm running this one off my main.

q. is this a tournament for productions or adaptations?

a. adaptations! stuff that changes dialogue or medium (beyond play -> movie) or takes a really new spin on it! west side story counts, romeo and juliet (1996) doesn't.

q. will there be a limit on contestants?

i'll cut it at 64 or 32 depending on how many submissions we get! if we get a lot of adaptations of a few plays and less of others, i won't cut any of them out, but i'll make some of them face off in round one

q. are you biased?

yes. fortinbras sweep. i've been reading 'these violent delights' too and it's pretty good. oh and can't forget haider, and requiem of the rose king is an all timer... basically, yes i really like rosencrantz and guildenstern are dead, but i have much room in my heart

q. is it most best portrayal/analysis, or best on its own merits?

a. a little of both, but mostly the latter

q. does [x thing] (that's pretty different than the original inspiration) count?

a. if it is common knowledge that it's shakespeare inspired

q. does the lion king count?

a. yea

signal boosting! if yall great bracket blogs will help out @gayest-classiclit @byronicherobracket (this one's still in qualifiers, it seems cool!) @straightplayshowdown (this one's getting going again!) @bestadaptationtournament @gayestshakespearecouples