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#its a little game in my head by now to look for which entity is on what end of the scale

majorproblems77 · 1 month

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Sacred Realm updated which means im actually so excited to be making this omg

Hi there Sacred Realm fans! :D

It is I, the one who makes the analysis posts on various comics on the internet. (With permission course) Because I love doing them and they bring me joy.

If you are unaware of what Sacred Realm is, it's a Legend of Zelda AU about a new Link who gets a little medallion that makes him a badass, also it can hold the spirits of heroes from across the realms (Including my fave boy ever okay)

Before I begin, I'll get the important stuff done, This is done with permission from @zelda-the-sacred-realm, and all art from the comics belongs to the comic artist. Please do me a favour and go and check it out because it's a wonderful comic and extremely well-drawn and written.

Now, grab some popcorn, and a drink and please enjoy me rambling about a comic that I enjoy so much. :D

Lets begin!

First, some sass

Damn, possessed Link got a mouth on him. Low key I love him, he looks like he could go for round two like right now. Wouldn't be surprised if he went for the hero of time next.

My eyebrows shot up at this.

Time KNOW's

let me repeat that

TIME KNOWS. HE KNOWS WHATEVER IS IN THE MEDALLION CAUSING THIS.

(More on this later)

He knows he knows he knows he knows he knows

I can hear the mocking voice of Link while he is saying this. Time has experience with this particular entity before.

Okay, so here is when it gets interesting.

Possessed Link or this entity I suppose, referring to Time and in turn Hylians as 'Your Race' Tells me a couple of things.

This thing in the medallion isn't a Hylian spirit. So as much and as fun as a dark link theory is, I dont think it could be.

Time arguing that we're not perfect, again referring to Hylians sounds very much like an "I'm speaking with a god speech"

I present my theory on what is in the medallion.

An extra spirit, a god of some description, from the spirit realm. Out to get revenge on Hylians.

Time has been to the spirit realm, in his games. (I am under the assumption that those still occur in this canon please do correct me if I'm wrong here.)

I'm convinced that this thing in the medallion is a deity of some kind because of the eye colour. I can't get over it.

This style of blue, with no pupils.

We've seen it before.

On Hylia.

From Chapter 2 fate PT2

And here is the first time we see it on Link for comparison, With Sky's alongside him for comparison for what Hylian eyes look like.

From Chapter 2 Fate PT3

The colour isn't exact so it can't be Hylia herself I dont think, but, i believe that there is a spirit trying to escape the sacred realm and is using Link to do it.

Okay, enough of my conspiracy theories moving on!

Link you gotta wake up!

Sky thinks so, I love the coloured speech bubble, what a good idea.

OH BOY I LOVE THESE PANELS

You know those scenes in video games when you're fighting off something that's trying to possess you and you have that ominous-sounding echo that seems to reverberate through your head. But is also muffled at the same time?

(If I find a game example I'll link it)

This. Put that noise you think off over this.

KICK ITS BUTT LINK GET IT, GET BACK IN HERE.

These five panels tell so much when it comes to how much effort Link has to go through to fight off the medallion possession. I wonder if its going to be easier or harder for him to fight it off as he gains spirits in the medallion.

You can really feel his struggle and I just love it. The visual storytelling is incredible in this comic and I will fan girl about it all day because I just love it so much

I'm thinking he says this to gauge just how bad this possession is. time seems like the guy who would, especially as he already seems to know what this is.

I wonder if he really is the hero of realms?

Yes, Time. Yes, he is.

The face he dosent remember any time he's possessed by the medallion is a little worrying.

Makes me think that could be used later.

Like, Link dosent remember fighting this ice comet now. What if he fights an enemy while possessed, breaks the possession then has to relearn how to defeat it because as possessed link he's not gained any information.

Man Link is a cinnamon roll sometimes and I love him dearly okay.

Alrighty, thats me finished with my rambling. Thank you so much for sticking with me through this! And thanks again to @zelda-the-sacred-realm for the permission to do these i really appreciate it.

Please please go and check out the rest of the comic if you haven't it's amazing :D

Thats me finished for this chapter, so I'll be headed out!

Hope you have a wonderful day! :D

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mint-yooxgi · 1 year

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No Escape - Yandere!Trickster Entitity!Seonghwa X Reader

Yandere AU & Trickster Entity AU

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst

Pairing: Seonghwa X Reader

Words: 1,100

Warnings: Violence and blood. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: So, here’s that little Drabble idea I had!! It was inspired by a video I saw of Ateez’s Halloween Wonderland performance where someone reversed Seonghwa falling to the ground in the end so it looks like he just pops the fuck right back up, and I was like hmmmmm, anyways... enjoy this short little Drabble!

The sound of your heavy footfalls echo around the hallway as you race down the corridor. Every breath you take burns your lungs, throat feeling as if it’s been scraped raw as you desperately attempt to catch your breath, eyes flitting around every corner for an opening to escape.

You have no idea how your friends and you ended up in this horror house. All you do know, is that you’re slowly being hunted down one by one.

There were seven of you in the beginning, but now? Now, there’s only Three. Two that are currently being hunted down by the third. Hunted by someone who you thought was your friend.

You can’t even remember the last time you saw Ricky. You just hope to all hell that he’s alive, and that he’s already managed to find a way out of this hell hole.

You can still hear his voice echoing throughout your head, telling you to run, and knowing he was right behind you until you rounded a corner. Then, suddenly, it was like the house had a mind of its own, and you were running down the hall with only the sound of your single footsteps to keep you company.

That, and the sound of that awful maniacal laughter.

“Darling,” his voice echoes, seemingly inside of your head as you skid to a stop right in front of a dead end. “You know there’s no escape from me.”

Your chest heaves, shoulders rising and falling with the intensity of your breaths as you scan the area for any potential exit. Unfortunately for you, you’re trapped.

As soon as you turn around, you see him, and a fear unlike any other takes hold.

“Seonghwa,” you pant, eyes going wide as you take in his new appearance.

A pleasant shiver runs up his spine. “I love it when you say my name.”

Red covers his once white jacket in splatters, staining the material in the blood of his victims. A bright red, which matches the symmetrical lines slashed vertically right down both of his eyes, as if they are markings. Branding him with his true nature.

A malicious smile stretches across his features, only accentuating the blood he’s smeared over his lips. A moment later, his tongue darts out to taste the substance, a pleased hum escaping him.

“I told you I would find you,” his pale blue eyes flash excitedly in what little light that is left to illuminate the hallway. “After all, I always win.”

You swallow thickly, doing whatever you can to keep your entire body from trembling for the moment.

“I thought I told you that I wasn’t going to play this sick, twisted game of yours,” you spit, backing yourself even further against the wall to get as far away from him as possible.

“Oh, but sweetheart,” he coos out the name almost lovingly, “the moment you met me you fell victim to my games, whether you know it or not. I caught you, fair and square,” the grin he wears stretches wider across his face, “and now, it’s time I claim my prize.”

He licks his lips, those luminescent eyes of his flashing wildly once more as he takes a step towards you.

Your heart pounds in your chest, and at the way his gaze flicks downwards slightly, you can just tell he can hear the sound loud and clear. You freeze.

In the blink of an eye, Seonghwa collapses to the ground in front of you, an axe protruding from his back.

Lifting your gaze, you see Ricky standing there, panting as he stares at you with wide eyes.

“What are you waiting for?” He yells, expression frantic and whole body tense. “Let’s go!”

You do not need to be told twice.

Rushing over to Ricky, he catches you in his arms. He gives you a quick once over, eyes scanning your figure as his hands rest on your shoulders.

“Are you okay?”

You only have the strength to nod your head, voice failing you for the moment as you prepare yourself to begin running back down the way you came.

Only, the expression of pure horror that paints Ricky’s face has you turning around in an instant.

Your gaze lands on Seonghwa’s body, which seems to be spasming on the ground. Then, in the blink of an eye, as if someone pulls his entire body up by a string, Seonghwa stands back to his feet. His back is turned to you, and you can only watch on in terror as he reaches behind himself to pull the axe out of his back.

Turning around to face you once more, Seonghwa tilts his head, almost mockingly, at Ricky. “That wasn’t very nice.”

“When I say ‘run’, you run.” Ricky whispers lowly into your ear.

A single, subtle nod from you is all he gets in response.

“Run!”

The second you turn around, it’s as if your whole body is frozen to your spot. You can only watch on in horror as Ricky realizes you’re not following him, causing him to turn halfway down the hall and look at you with a newfound fear in his eyes.

“Don’t worry, Darling,” Seonghwa whispers lowly into your ear, his touch trailing lowly over your back and causing a shiver to caress your spine. “This will only take a second.”

A blink, and he’s in front of Ricky. Another, and the axe is now embedded in your best friend’s head, his body crumpling to the floor as his blood begins to spill from his skull.

Seonghwa turns once more to face you, an unnerving smile stretching across his features as he chuckles.

“Ah,” he sighs, eyes falling shut in bliss, “alone at last.”

His approach is slow, purposely drawn out as you are forced to stand there, frozen in your spot. It’s as if he has control over your body, for you find you cannot even tear your eyes away from him as he continues to stalk towards you. Like a predator approaching their prey.

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this,” his voice is barely above a whisper as he comes to stand in front of you. His one hand comes up to cup the side of your face, thumb smearing the fresh blood on his hands over your cheek as he brushes over it affectionately. Those pale blue eyes of his flit over every feature of your face, committing it all to memory, just like this victorious moment in time. He smirks. “Finally, you’re mine.”

#yandere ateez #yandere seonghwa #yandere au #yandere kpop #kpop au #seonghwa scenario #ateez scenario #ateez imagines #kpop scenario #kpop imagines #trickster au #drabbles

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sholangagaga · 9 months

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So I finished Ruin and. . . Hoh boy.

Per usual, everything will be below the cut (THERE WILL BE SPOILERS)

The dlc was short but it was super immersive! I was at the point where I was easily losing track of time because I was so lost in the scenery but, we're gonna go in order here of everything that happened!

First, the walkie talkies!! They're so cute, and I love how each one is related to an animatronic (or at least two of them with the Roxy Walky and the Freddy Walky)

Next, the Faz-wrench was such a neat little addition to the mechanics. It gave Cassie her own thing compared to Gregory and it tied into her background of her father being a technician. Plus, the mini game associated with it was super soothing to me for some reason!

The VANNI system and mask was also a SUPER neat touch. It felt like playing Help Wanted with the AR and electronic aspect. I loved how you had little tasks to complete to "breach the security" of each little area which ended in the Parent Node having its own little puzzle to solve in order to full breach it. Not to mention the goddamn Entity who stalked you in the AR world

A little sus that the mask was tied to Vanny, which makes me wonder if the game in Help Wanted was VR but instead of like an occulus or whatever, the item you needed to use was the VANNI mask. It would make sense considering the mask was one of the items you got in Help Wanted and it was the game that "made" Vanny herself

I wish the mask was explained more but I still understood why they didnt focus too hard on it. Maybe in the next DLC/game we'll get an explanation

The Daycare scene was just as jarring as the original game! I both hated and loved it! I did find it super interesting how this time instead of trying to turn on the generators to stop Moon, you needed to turn them on to save Sun.

When Cassie used the Faz-wrench to "create" Eclipse I was pretty flabbergasted! there was a setting, apparently, at all times to combine Sun and Moon to create what looked to be the perfect Daycare Attendant. Which confused me as to why Fazbear Entertainment would risk ever letting Moon out if they could have just gotten rid of him completely?

And it was apparent that Sun and Moon were both suffering, but Sun was more so since he seems to be the dominant personality. The way he begs for help and even thanks Cassie as she leaves is tell-tale that he was having a horrible time being alone and trapped within his own mind.

Oh well, Eclipse is my baby and Kellen's soft voice for him was wonderful!

The part with the walking Endos was awful! Just like in the original game! I'm not even gonna bother posting screenshots of them! I hated them!

The nod to the Freddy and Friends TV show was super cute, I loved it!

Monty's backstory in the Monty Golf was an eye opener as well. You see Monty's roots in the first scene as a One Man Band, playing in his swamp/bayou to whomever will listen.

In the second scene you can see his admiration towards the original band of Freddy, Chica, Roxy, and Bonnie. Notably, Monty and Bonnie seem to be looking at each other, which makes me feel like Monty was more so admiring Bonnie rather than the entire band or even Freddy. Freddy is also completely darkened/outside of the light. Which matches what we know about Monty and his inferiority complex towards Freddy and his fame as the face of FazEnt and the Pizzaplex.

In the next scene, you see Bonnie (partially cut off) giving his guitar to Monty, a passing of the torch. The final scene is Roxy "glamming" Monty up for his spot on the band

Now, this all sorta flips what we know about Monty and Bonnie's relationship on its head. In the prior game it's hinted that Monty might have shattered Bonnie in order to take his spot because he was jealous of him or hated him or whatever but. . .If that were the case, why would Monty use Bonnie's bass and wear his glasses? If he hated the guy so much, why use his items and therefor constantly be reminded of him? And why would his attraction in Monty Golf revolve around his admiration for Bonnie if the feelings he had for him were the complete opposite?

I think Monty and Bonnie were fine with each other, or at least friendly in a mentor/student way, and Bonnie being shattered was either something William/Glitchtrap/Burntrap and Vannie facilitated or could have been something where Bonnie fell from the catwalk above Monty Golf and got shattered that way.

Monty seems to hate Freddy more than anything or anyone else, judging by the decapitated Freddy statues in Monty Golf and his cutout being blacked out. and it would fit with that one ending where Freddy ran away and Monty took his place. Idk man, my brain was SWIRLING over this

Plus that whole scene/puzzle in Monty Golf catwalk was both annoying and fun with the blasters. Hate/loved it!

The addition of the jammers was a neat little touch too. It made the game more difficult while also giving you a reason to actually perceive the Entity as a threat (since sometimes the jammers locked you in the AR mode, which is the only way the Entity can catch you)

C....chowda....

Is it Chicken chowder? Seafood? it's even served in a bread bowl and I....I love breadbowls....so much.....

Poor Roxy, man.... She can't see anymore, but she still sits in front of the broken mirror in her Salon and berates herself.....

They're echoing each other.....

This is pretty heartbreaking.

Here's Cassie, presumably on a birthday or some outting to the Pizzaplex, spending time with her favorite animatronic and getting dolled up to look like her, only to end up sobbing all alone and ruining her makeup. And then here's Gregory to comfort her, implying this might've been when they first became friends.

And it explains why Cassie cares so much about him. Gregory helped her when she needed it, and now she's here to do the same

Every single part with Monty in the water was anxiety inducing and I hated it!

Oh. . .what cruel irony. . .

The one to decommission Monty was a neon sign of Bonnie, who was (presumably) either shattered by Monty or because of Monty, and was Monty's biggest inspiration and the object of his adoration. . .

Owch. . .

I was not expecting this fucking go-kart to kill if it hit you so imagine my surprise when I see this cutscene and my brain hasn't registered my flight response so I end up getting knocked out of my fucking sketchers by some kart going 30 on a small stretch of asphalt.

1/2

#this post ended up being way too long so Im gonna reblog with part 2 once i finish it #stay tuned cause im only like halfway done!#fnaf security breach #security breach #fnaf #shoucan says #five nights at freddy's #shooting the shit with shoucan #ruin dlc #fnaf ruin #security breach ruin #fnaf ruin dlc

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thatdeadaquarius · 1 year

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OP your addtion about the Harbinger's reaction? Sent me wheezing to the moon 🤣🤣💀

I dont have any additions to Teyvat language yet (other anons have a more in depth explanations while mine is just shitposts wheEZE--) but I did have an idea for a Genshin AU.

I'm pretty sure everybody has heard about the blue alien people Avatar. Tribal people from another planet. (Also I just stumbled upon the forests of Sumeru while going through Chasm quests. The one that has giant mushrooms).

Imagine Genshin in the Avatar Au. Sumeru can be based on the first movie (It fits cause from what I can explore of Sumeru reminds me of the time I watched Avatar of the first time. Pure awe and wonder..) While the Water nation can be based on the 2nd movie, Hoyoverse hasnt released the name of the Water Country yet so we're just waiting. Mondstadt can be based on the upcoming 3rd (4th or 5th? Idk they had it lined up) movie that involves being high above the clouds. Kind of like the Jade palace or the Floating Abode in the serenitea pot.

Its all I could base for now since the other movies dont have that much info yet to be paired with Genshin's countries.

Bonus idea that randomnly popped into my head:

Still going with this Au but its sagau themed. Creator!Reader arrives to Teyvat and is considered as Eywa

NOW THIS

THIS IS AN ✨️IDEA✨️

I just want u to know i feel b l e s s e d that u put this in MY ask box , when this coulda been a whole post of ur own 💖💖🙏🙏

WARNING: So i havent seen the new movie, just the og Avatar one, and i totally loved that concept about Eywa and how their world works so ill refresh myself but if theres any new lore from the 2nd movie i aint got it yet 💁 srry babs

🎵 FROM THE DAY WE ARRIVED ON THE PLANEETTT

AND STEPPED OUT BLINKING INTO THE SUN

AND THE SUN ROSE HIGH IN A SAPPHIRE SKY

ITS THE CIRRRRCCCLLLEEE OF LIFFFFEEEE 🎵

^ except ur like the life itself bc ur god now

Thats why i put that there

This AU radiates that energy

♤

BRO I TOTALLY FORGOT ABT U MENTIONIMG THE COOL CHASM STUFF AND PICKED THAT GIF ALL ON MY OWN

BC I THOUGHT IF ANYTHING LOOKS LIKE EYWA TREE IN GENSHIN ITS THAT BEAUTIFUL MUSHROOM GOD

ANYWAYS-

So I accidentally posted this too early so keep refreshing or coming back bc if theres no "♡the beloveds♡" im still updating this then LMAO

SRRY GUYS

So anon's a genius and i could listen to u talk about this all day

I fucking love combining world building or lore together

Esp like making one the AU or just the setting like u said with Avatar worlds as settings and same characters-

EEEEEE U ARE EYWA- YESSSSS YESSSSSS I AM YOUR GOD BITCHES!!! SUCK ON MY BIG FAT MAN TIDDIES BITCHES RAHHHHH /REF

♧

So they deffo use "Eywa" as a term for you instead of your name

Honestly, before when u were a mysterious af planet creature thing (lets say u get isekaied there i mean)

Nobody rlly knew if u even could take a mortal form or even thought of that as a concept

I feel like the younger generations immortals and Teyvat's current countries kinda think of you Eywa as more of a passive entity life force thing

Rather than the older immortals and creatures that had seen thru eons or over the course of a couple thousand years

That u were very aware and intelligent

Not that ur energy or aura didnt tell them that alone

◇

So a little deeper into the Teyvat lore here but i dont see anybody else talking about it so I will

Originally, it was the Seven Sovriegns and you, and eventually Phanes and their Four Shades,

And they literally all quickly came to realize u literally made this planet and began to start the first traditions of worshipping you!

Like putting gifts or hand made goods at the base

(Ppl have also gotten a tradition from Morax/Rex Lapis and Guizhong and other adepti to leave birthday letters to offer you, which ties into what i say below⬇️)

Ya know,

Eywa the tree could even be a sort of source to the eyes of Teyvat of what you look like while u were playing the game

Like how Eywa's little jellyfish reach ppl in the forest and shit? I think?

So like i would imagine that whatever u make certain vessels or acolytes do most often, is what they think they should offer u :0

◇

Claymore users give u gemstones and ores

Bow users give u hunted game like fowl, or the treasure from puzzles that required arrows (like those bursting blue balloons?)

Catalysts and Polearms give u all kinda of crazy shit lmao

Bc they can be used for a vareity of things

◇

Bc of ur player status and abilities, people of Teyvat attribute a gain in power or talents or whatnot to you, Eywa

So say u actually physically there now, and u just wake up under the coolest sickest tree youve ever seen in ur life

Omg could u imagine????

Seeing Teyvat irl? But AVATAR WORLD IRL???!!!

You would stand there lookin around like a drunk fuck for like 20 minutes, maybe longer lmao

Its just so ✨️pretty✨️ here

Also the tree itself just feels like, the equivalent to ur bedroom basically but like specifically if it was hella comfy and like just the way u want it (all the decor is up, the floor is clean, u got like hot choco on ur desk, theres a candle burning, etc.)

♤

Oh so since ur like weirdly connected to the land, like u know how theres a voice line abt walking in that glowing aranara part of Sumeru and ur steps light up?

I saw that too in the OG avatar movie

So i feel like u would have a map with ALLLLL the peoples on it and little icons

U can focus on just vision users or bosses or big nature things like Dragonspine

◇

Oh so Eywa can control all animals and whatnot and so u as a mortal person can too

So anytime theres a threat u can deadass just become a pokemon trainer LMAO

Ok but think how badass it would be to just like,

Get the Primo Geovishap or Giant Bird Jadeplume Terror thingy to just leave their territory and wipeout some mfs

(coughunknowngodasomodaycough)

It would be fucking amazing

♧

Unrelated to above bc im just spitting out ideas srry guys

but like

I feel like if u were a lifeforce sort of ancient eldritch god for the entire goddamn continent of Teyvat let alone the whole planet-

You would have to maintain said continent/planet

Like, make sure the Irminsul is growing okay, protect from mfs like Dottore,

Stop diasters if ur Eywa too, esp bc u can hear prayers now, and would hear ppl crying out to help them geez

while the prayers of the many kinda just glob together to form the major "feeling" of the prayer for most creatures,

Vision users, gods, ancient creatures u can get their exact sentences

Basically more magic = better heard to connect with u

◇

Oh u know, i could even see it being even more manual or personal labor bc ur not like a tree connected to ur roots thruout the world technically

Like if volcanoes erupt in Natlan, the archon and gods there help and u r also wanted/needed in person for it to work

U would still be powerful, but yeah like say the tree was u just playing genshin before,

The game automatically regulated diasters and stuff other than what was supposed to happen in game

◇

So kinda bouncing off that I read smwhere that the Na'vi dont actually view Eywa as like omnipotent or omniscient

(like the God™️ from the Christian bible for a example of what your not)

And also! Dont blame/attribute natural diasters, plagues, or other bad stuff on Eywa

So good for you whew 💦

Ur actually supposed to kinda just be the collective lifeforce or Teyvat/world and nature, and a defender and guide of life :0

Which kinda fits with the whole "upgrading characters" thing actually

◇

Okay but I saw somewhere in SAGAU tag someone did another name instead of Creator to spice it up and its "All-Mother"

And interestingly, Eywa in Avatar is also called that and "Great Mother"!!

How fun :0

Also, the reason Eywa still got people with free-will is bc they kinda described the relationship to Eywa being something like a mother or parent

Maybe where name/titles came from ig?

Either way, ppl be calling u all types of nicknames u aint heard before lmao

I mean ur sacred, they dont just say ur name,

Nobody knows ur real name or what u call yourself

Just what they call u

Bc they couldnt communicate with u super well before, (the bday letters were the closest they got verbally, and even then they had to be addressed somewhat to ur first vessel the traveler to get thru/be seen)

Otherwise yeah u operating them lets say before on Earth you rlly felt like an eldritch nature deity 💀

Cause u guide them in battles, strengthen their talents and skills and bodies, and feed them food

If they were in battle like needing healing food, u help them heal by consuming it for them so they dont have to take a snack break in battle and

Let me tell u, these denizens of Teyvat who have to constantly deal with magic and monsters and abyss stuff, so a stroll outside ur house gets u in a fight...

...They are very grateful for that needless to say.

Plus i like to think u make fighting easier on them bc ur "guiding" their bodies

◇

Anyway thats a long winded way to say, help me think of all the names Teyvat's given you lmao:

Eywa

All-Mother / Great Mother

All-Father / Great Father

All-Parent? / Great Parent

Creator

Their Grace

Great Puppeteer

The Puppeteer

Soul of Teyvat

Greatest Soul

☆

She aint long bc im not that creative and this idea has sm potential too😔

I would love to be Eywa sounds fun and powerful af and i dont get expected to be Jesus and they know i dont cause the natural diasters, like that sounds nice

Aight im no genius and this writing feels like im just rambling like a drunk guy sittin on the sidewalk mumbling to myself, i had to stop writing 💀

Like that energy specifically-

So lmk if yall got any other cool titles or names :0

I couldn't think of anymore :/

Also srry about the updating this post and making u check back in if u already read this before i put the taglist

(Me putting the taglist means im done editing/writing this dw if u seein this)

Cheers,

🌒🌧🌊Aquarius♒️🌌🌘

♡my beloveds♡

@karmawonders / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylaza / @genshin-impacts-me / @wholesomey-artist

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doodle17 · 4 months

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PAYING RENT SOOOOO

What does T.J's mental world look like? Also her clairvoyance of Raz? RAMBLE AWAY BROSKIII

Sorry for taking so long AAAAAAAA

I was just busy thinking about this for a bit! I'm just going to get right into it,

So, the basic idea I have so far is that the layout and level will be based on a cabin. The cabin is inhabitated by a two headed dog thing, called the hound. The hound patrols around the cabin, kind of similar to an El Odio type of deal, only he's slower. Just don't get caught- also Raz gets shrinked down to the size of a penny (okay exaggeration, but still he's tiny)

HOWEVER she does fall asleep after a certain amount of tasks are completed. She'll curl up on big a pile of emotional baggage, and you can sneak by and enter new areas, get some T.J lore drops, and then the final level which is the outdoors. A lot of it is kind of a stealth level, because even though they tend to be widely hated, I actually really like stealth missions in games!

Anyways, the outdoor area is where the final boss occurs! The Hound wakes up and has been hunting Raz the whole time he's been in the outdoor level, and before he can enter the cabin, she blocks the entrance and the fight begins!

After she's almost defeated, she manages to pin Raz down with her massive paw, monologs on how she's her full size, and there's no way she can ever go back, how she's the lead emotions and she's in charge of all feeling. Then, a new entity called the Hunter pushes Hound off of Raz, and lifts up her Axe, slicing them down the middle. The hound, is now split up into to little puppies. Hunter grabs them by the scruffs of their necks and sighs, shaking her head. The aggressive one is barking and nipping, while the sad on cries and howls.

Hunter is basically T.J in lumberjack attire LMAO. Anyways, Raz is his normal size again, and the two of them are back in the cabin. The puppies are both sleeping soundly by Hunters feet. Raz asks what she plans to do with them, to which she says: "I'll probably try my best to take better care of them, I suppose. I can't just get rid of em, y'know? They're still part of me, always have been. I'll just have to start over, that's all... That way I can control them better to avoid another mess like this."

SO the metaphor I'm trying to use here is, y'know how if people neglect and don't take care of their dogs, they get aggressive and harder to control? Well, that can be similar to emotions, so yeah :)

Its pretty basic, BUT it's similar to what I've got going on so mmmmyeah

As for her clairvoyance of Raz, I'm still thinking about it. I think she'll probably see herself as a kid, since they were both similar when she was that age.

#doodles rants #psychonauts #psychonauts 2 #psychonauts oc #moots and babble

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m1st1x · 9 months

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RUIN Theory! - Candy and Costumes

Spoilers for the RUIN dlc up ahead! I’m gonna be honest—when I saw the RUIN dlc, this is not what I thought I would be theorizing about. This would’ve been last thing I thought of for my bingo sheet! .

When you’re going down to the deep deep basement, you run into Candy Cadet, which gives you some nice foreshadowing that I was not expecting. I’m realizing I should probably look at the previous games more, because he does appear in Pizzeria Simulator as an animatronic you can buy. Candy Cadet is in pretty good condition though, all things considered. The other animatronics we’ve seen that survived that fire look terrible in comparison (namely the Blob, Burntrap, and the animatronic from the basement, though they all are a bit dubious with their origins). Candy Cadet does look different design-wise though, which puts into question whether we can trust the designs of other animatronics (another example of a changed design is possibly the Blob, who is speculated to be created from Molten Freddy’s remains. Their head being the Funtime Freddy head makes more sense overall, so I’m considering it a retcon moment). That could be good for my previous theory about the animatronic in the basement being CB / Scrap Baby.

Beside that, as you give Candy Cadet more coins, it gives you a story. Here’s the full thing so you can make your personal theories and have more context for my own;

“Now I will tell you a story about a mother and a little boy who lived alone in a cabin in the dark woods. There was a monster in the woods, but the mother caught it and kept it locked in the basement. The monster always made scary noises at night, but the mother would tell the boy not to worry because it could never get out. Then she would sing the boy a lullaby to sleep. One day, the monster stopped growling and instead, listened and learned the lullaby. The next day when the mother went out to find food, the monster sang the lullaby from the basement. The little boy heard the lullaby and opened the door.”

Following that, a loud, warning siren-like noise blares.

Like the other stories, it seems to be a parallel for other events. Specifically, Cassie being lured down to the basement by the “monster.” The real question is who the mother is. My first thought was Mrs. Afton or the Entity trying to stop her from helping the animatronic, but I realized that probably wasn’t the case. Given that it says the monster copied a lullaby, I’d say that the mother adjacent is probably Gregory. Cassie only went down when Gregory left and the monster called her to help in his voice—the going out to get food parallel. Unfortunately, it doesn’t give us much to work on from there. The story is mostly just foreshadowing for what’s going on, warning Cassie not to go down. It does make me wonder though, how does Candy Cadet know all this stuff?

Another thing I noticed is that the animatronic in the basement wears a destroyed lion mascot costume in the “scooper” ending, which reminded me of the white tiger that the mimic uses as a symbol for itself in the books. This is yet another connection to the animatronic in the basement and the mimic, showing the parallel through two large feline characters. There aren’t any other felines that I know of in the franchise, so it isn’t just a coincidence. Lions are often used to symbolize strength, courage, and justice (also royalty, but I can’t see how that would connect to anything). I’m not sure if that has any implications for lore, but it could have something to do with how that animatronic feels or its purpose. Maybe it has some justice it needs to fulfill, for whatever side it’s on.

EDIT: if Gregory is the mother in Candy Cadet’s story, why does it say the mom caught and trapped the monster? Is it because of the supposed earthquake that trapped it? Did he find it and decide to lock in away with the security? But Gregory had said that it had been down there a long time, wouldn’t that make Henry or someone at Fazbear a more likely suspect? What about Vanessa? The nodes do look like rabbits. If so, then why? She’d have to have done it near the beginning of getting hired, but she would’ve been corrupted. I wouldn’t think Glitchtrap (or whoever/whatever it is) would want to leave it down there. If it is William or William adjacent, it would probably want to let it run free. Maybe it’s even a mix of both Gregory and Henry.

EDIT II: I noticed that Candy Cadet says “I am a Candy Cadet” instead of “the Candy Cadet,” which makes me wonder if there are multiple. It would explain the design discrepancies.

EDIT III: another candidate for the mother is Cassie’s dad. He was a technician who loved Bonnie and collected old Fazbear trinkets. He could’ve possibly locked the animatronic down there.

EDIT IV: if the mother was Mrs. Afton and the boy was Gregory, it could possibly explain why he knew about it. If he went down before and got killed/nearly got killed, then he would be all too aware of the animatronic down there.

#fnaf security breach #fnaf ruin #fnaf #theory #five nights at freddy's security breach #five nights at freddy's #security breach ruin #security breach #ruin dlc #candy cadet #symbolism

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On Deviantart I titled this Dream Sketches page "A New Record" because 21 is the largest number of entries yet, and also because I spent the longest time procrastinating on posting them...

Also, I decided that the grid format with six drawings to a page makes them way too small for my liking. On the other hand, I tried a new method of cleaning them up, by meticulously painting the sketches with a selection brush so I can leave all of the dirt behind when I move them... and it does produce great result, but the time waste is crazy.

Anyway:

1) Something like a living cavern monster, with a rock shell and jelly-like flesh. It`s basically hollow inside, and its organs are semi-autonomous entities crawling among those giant papillae on the floor. The bubble-backed thing crawling out is a reproductive one, it produces some strange reproductive bodies that look like either fried eggs or sausages crossed with some unicellular organisms (2). They`re not sex cells, hovewer, but still multicellular structures more like gametophytes.

3) Giant sand-swimming dragon with a bunny face and some fucked-up sand-ship glued to its back.

4) Just a trio of little guys! May have been video game characters who have to escape some sort of bad place by using their abilities (umbrella, spinning hand, and a fucking gun) in combinations. They`re colored red, blue and green.

5) Some sort of sea creature calles something like "trychnotus" or "trychaetus".

6) Another sea monster that kinda looks like a rubber toy.

7) Ghostly transparent axolotl-creature.

8) An erect-limbed toad. For some reason it`s important to note that it is exactly 12 cm tall.

9) A gliding, stinger-tailed draconic creature.

10) A bear-like omnivorous therizinosaurid survivng to the modern day. Started as spec evo but suddenly tranformed into horror movie monster for some reason.

11) Tiny-headed deer-o-saurus.

12-13) Two weird pitch-black horses from two unrelated dreams. Number 13 had its eyes and those weird cracks glowing bright neon green.

14) Bizarre elephantoids. The pitcher-trunk is especially fun.

15) Allegedly some sort of early pterosaur.

16) Don`t really know what that is... Seems to be made of brown rock?

17) Now this was a dream about some superhero who could shrink down do bug size and interact with sapient bugs (of the freakishly human-faced cartoon variety). These bugs had cars, which were also bugs (pictured). Bizarrely, the bug civilization existed in the same exact spaces as human civilization despite the size difference, with human roads having lanes for bug-cars.

18) A giraffe-dragon of some kind?

19) Another thing I don`t even know the context of. The humanoid head does not have a mouth despite the teeth.

20) Something like a gorgon.

21) Pelican dragon. Apparently can spray toxic mist like a crop duster, presumably through pores in its pouch.

#my art #sketches #dreams #creature design

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opal-owl-flight · 1 year

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Please please what are your thoughts on the final boss of the epilogue, I got spoiled on day one and have been waiting for you to see it in game before I asked because it's just so cool and your stuff is all so cool and I want to know your thoughts and potential lore

SO this is quite a lot! My method for handling new info is to take what works and leave what doesnt. Canon is a suggestion, not a rule.

About the Crown:

Mistellin was originally made to seal away Termina (the dark heart pf which was rampaging around the galaxy) and use its power to fight against it, but only a shard of It was captured. Seeing that the shard still held incredible power, the Ancients decided to use It's power for good instead of destruction.

Monarchs have worn the Crown, but several of the weak willed fell to Its influence and used it for their nefarious ends ("It strengthens the darkness in the wearer's heart..." so its Power at a price. The reason why the Crown's claws constrict corrupted souls like Magolor Soul is for damage control). Why the Halcandrans continued to use this Crown I can only assume to be survivorship bias/majority chosen did not fall...until the last king of Yore, who was possessed by Termina midfight in the war to seal It away. (The magitech civil war happened a little after this, as the loss of the monarch due to misunderstood Dark Matter magic research/practice raised tensions between magic practitioners and the tech faction.)

How the lore changes affect my telling:

Why the past monarch chose Mags as successor then (a story beat in my interp of things) -- well he didnt have much of a choice at first. The shards of the damn relic rooted itself on Mags' head. Literally. (Thanks Termina.) The dark entity did nothing but send waves of searing energy through the Crown shards to cripple him, to prevent him from stealing the Rejuvenating Crystal Fruit that It plans to use for Itself. (Dunno what this fruit is in canon, but judging from what the fragments of it do to Mags -- I assume its an Ancient artifact that holds an insane amount of energy. Gem apples exploding is a convertion of his high energy supposedly used to heal, to fuel a more destructive outcome. What can heal/restore can also destroy.)

*What Mags does in Epilogue is what I can simply say as "gathering painkillers". The magic energy he stores up allows him to block out/create a dam against Termina's crippling energy waves, and also allows him to do more powerful, complicated spells in the process. (No wonder one of his emotes is him crying.)

After Magolor Disrespects the Lorax by slicing a tree in two, the voice goes MUCH quieter. The tree (and the Doomer) held majority of the Crown shards -- by destroying them, Termina's way of communicating with him grows weaker. But not fully gone. (He cries in the end bc its sweet, sweet, relative silence...)

Did Mags learn his lesson? Not yet. If anything, his ego is the size of a galaxy now, bc he killed an eldritch god on his own. Without Kirby's help.

Im going to set Clash aside bc jfc that looks complicated as hell. The only thing Im taking here is the fact that he set up a Shoppe in Dreamland (no alternate realities here either -- itll complicate things)...but its not exactly a fresh new start just yet. Hes doing this to gather Nova parts easily. What better way to get parts and artifacts without raising too much suspicion than by trade? (His full redemption happens after Robobot, in the Nova Incident. Which is another thing I wrote)

Back to the previous monarch choosing him as a successor. Termina kept It's clutches on Mags. The Crown has rooted itself deep into his soul enough that hes still at risk for easy possession. SA rolls around, and Termina is supposedly at It's strongest.

Mags doesnt get possessed. Out of sheer spite and will alone he keeps the gate on the Crown's power and influence shut. Hes not going to fall, not again, not when he finally has something, and (several) someone(s), to care about. At the end, its him who deals the final blow on Termina in his mindscape, as he is yhe one who holds the last fragments of It's consciousness.

Free at last.

This is what makes the King of Yore choose him as an heir. He couldve decided to trap the dark entity in the Crown, like intended, and kept it fed so the Crown's power will never run out. But he chose not to...not wanting to suffer any longer nor make anyone else potentially suffer what he had.

He freed both himself and the Crown. Now the power that sleeps within is clean, with no Dark Matter almost guaranteeing a corruption.

* If anyone falls with this version of the Crown, it is not bc of any Dark Matter. Thats on the bearer's character/lack of control. Mags still losing it in Overlord form time and again shows that....

#kirby #magolor #kirby return to dreamland spoilers #krtdldx spoilers #rtdldx spoilers #rtdl spoilers #kirby return to dreamland deluxe spoilers #kirby spoilers #krtdl spoilers #opal owl hoots #THIS IS ONLY PART 1 OF THE LORE UPDATE #THE SECOND ONE INVOLVES THE FUCKING BOMB DROP IN EX MODE AND ITS SO LONG I WONT POST IT YET #it needs to be more properly summarized I mean

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A few more observations on Hoshiko. This is a character I'm going to play on a TTRPG with friends and where was a little context I couldn't fit in naturally. I tried, tho!

While not a full-on deconstruction, Hoshiko nonetheless represents a small subversion (maybe a reconstruction?) of the Magical Girl archetype. She's a bit too old for the role, with the responsibilities of her age on her shoulders, and this is a cyberpunk world where "magical girls" can look forward to be sent to the frontlines of a war for mankind's survival against forces beyond comprehension. Which is why she freaks out when she realized some otherwordly entity hijacked the familiar she had conjured forth. Luckily for her, the creature turned out to be benevolent, at least for now.

That being said, Hosiko is a young adult who routinely suppresses her more creative and playful side to project an appearance of a level-headed responsible woman. While a lot of stories in the genre focus on empowering young girls by letting them having a real impact on the world around them like grown-ups, in Hoshiko's case she might have the opposite effect of reclaiming a spontaneity too quickly put aside, and growing up as a person as a result..

Also, Hoshiko is a nervous mess. She constantly worries way too much, has cut herself off most ways to wind down and release excess stress because she considered everything to be childish. She usually holds it together relatively well, but she's been catching herself having mental breakdowns more and more often lately, even because of relatively minor setbacks.

It made sense to me that the obligatory magical girl's talking mentor mascot who looks over her and grants her powers doesn't actually talk, and yet has the arguably better power of calming her down with its only presence and letting her find balance. After all, the first tangible impact it has on her life is to make her reconnect with an old childhood friend after she realized how thoroughly she isolated herself in pursuit of her studies.

And this is the point where this little introduction reconnects to the wider narrative of our TTRPG game, as her childhood friend is another party member. She's got a smartphone in the 2080s because she's into the vintage and retro aesthetics of the early 2000s. She had tried reaching out to Hoshiko more than a few times before but with little success. Now, she has at least one friend in her corner she can confide in.

Well that's all for now. I mean, not really, but I've been going on for long enough and I know you have families to go back to.

Thank you for your interest and support! A small trivia before you go: a solid portion of the inspiration for this character in its very early stages came from listening the song In My Eyes by Robyn.

#Hoshiko Yukimura #art #Illustration #OC #new OC #TTRPG #TTRPG art #TTRPG OC #ttrpg character #magical girl #witch #young witch #modern witch #cyberpunk magic #comic #OC comic #OC rambling

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stry-someone-to-remember-you · 1 year

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Didn't have much for you today. Concept Art!!!

So I thought I'd share a color sheet I did back in early November 2022 when I finally came to a conclusion of Dave's final look.... this isnt the Final Look, but the first sketch of what became his final look.

I made this in November on my phone. I was playing around with character colors then.

Also...

This post is my confirmation....

Dave's name is for the comic.

DEWEY

*Hands shaking*

*Breaths in...*

*Breath Out

BREATH IN!!!

Now...

I have something I've been needing to admit for a while now.

It's not bad....

But...

It's about the story....

It's still coming out 😅😅😅(soon actually)...

Dont worry about that....

So what's up?

I want to make sure I've told you... This Comic is officially ONLY inspired by Henry Stickmin.

This comics been 3 years in the making, along with the novel that I write along side this... and 6 months in, back in 2021 around May, when I literally found out Google docs has a character limit which all my notes and writings by then exceed.... I came to a hard choice. With how hard I've been working on this, do I make it original or keep it fanbased?

It was a long thought. But... after 1 1/2 years going back and forth, over this time I let several people I've known for years look at it. Many who are trusted... and they all without knowing my dilemma gave me the same advice "Make it Inpsired, cause I want to see this published" (talking about the novel and little comic stuff they saw).

By this last summer, around when my surgery and emergency happened I made my decisions after on of the last people asked to see it and told me the exact same words.

After several gave me the advice. I decided, what my gut was telling me six 6months in was this needed to be it's own work. I already was changing so much and... honeslty it's the best decision I made for the comic.

Starting August the comic and the novel have grown immensely (as though a short work break also halted it, it hadn't grown more then several pages since tranferijg from google doc). I already planned on changing the art *hense the few pics I posted with faces not exactly proportional, early concepts from the early days of changes already being made). The comic will be made more manga human style. But that's not to say their wont be an occasional non human entities about.🤪😏😉😉😉

I couldn't thank the people people who all told me to go a different t direction or even all you still supporting me and those who supported me since the start. I HOPE YOU STAY AREPUBD FOR THE COMIC STILL... with this know . I hope it's cool to still post the old art work. And if it's okay with you since this was completely inspired by Henry Stickmin, I still hope to post in the fandom. Comic updates and such.

How will You Know Who People, Places or Things Are?

I'll make changes clear, especially when asked.

I had to make these for copyright reasons, including characters and such. But most should have something about them that makes it clear who they are or were in the original game.

I will say the direction while headed the same way... their are definetly story lines as a original work I didn't plan on or at least wasnt headed towards, or used as some inside joke that was a red herring to make you guys think maybe I was headed a direction to throw people off. But with the changes made even that has become a actual plot and no longer is a joke hint.

But all elements from codes, secret languages, mysteries, and the overall story have remained. They've like everything else just grown from what they were. So have the characters. Some character aspects and personalities may have slightly changed but otherwise their still I hope going to be enjoyable to you guys and you can see who they were inspired by.

Wait CODES (SPILL THE COFFEE!!!😱😱😱 WWWHHHAAAAAAAAATTT!!!)

Yep😉😏😊 Its a secret I've been keeping a long time. You can look back at my oldest posts on the S.T.R.Y page give you a hint if you look far enough of codes being a thing.

How are you using them???

WAIT is this...😶😉😏 Like that

TWINS OREGON MYSTERY Show with a certain evil force Type Deal???

😏😏😏

Ding... ding... ding...

we have a winner. WInner Winner Chicken Diner...! However, the types of codes used may change up so keep a look out. You don't know the lengths I'll go even in the fan art... to hide secrets (mahaha!!!)

Phew you dont know How Nervous I am Admitting this...

I'M SUPER NERVOUS!!!

But hey that's the fun if it.😊😊😊 Right???😅

This post is along time coming.

I've made different ones, but I honestly get so nervous about this. Admiting it's just inspired fandom piece but not a fancomic. One that Hope's to become a novel and thus I had to make changes in order to have no issues with copyrights.

Theirs things that allude to game events. But they dont happen the same more like the idea of the evtns is there but they rent the same events.

Just the idea of something that you can pinpoint, like Oh this is a reference to that experience in game. But it's a completely different tale, different journey with several new characters and characters similar to those you love while being their own. However, if asked I will confirm if a character is fully inspired by a HS Character or are their own entity.

Alot of characters from in game I used aren't often seen characters anyways. But I still dont want to fringe on copyright. Some may have a single name similar. But it's rare. In some characters I kept like an Initial the same. But names came ot have meaning in the story, so I can't promise for how many this remains true as names changed a few times before locking in as they are now.

EX.

I admit Ruperts name I still haven't changed but the rest of his name is changed. It's just I got in the habit of saying Rupi or Rup depending on the character talking and I got to attached to it...if I have to change it maybe I'll go for Ruberto... Or Something that way. But I like rupi especially as Rupi used to be a form of money, the name... in the old story this held some importance.... so it's something that changed while the rest of the character remained. In other words they have human apperances as previously stated and because this was original those who had hair I couldn't give their old hair styles. It was hard but I found stuff I liked for everyone. Oddly enough it worked out cause funny envy RHMs hair I had in mind was a nightmare to draw. I wasnt looking forward to drawing it, but I coukdnt find other ways I liked ti. This allowed me to go a completely new direction. (HE'S still a Red Head)

It's also why I've been so careful with what I post Admiting this has been one of the hardest things for me.

I hope you guys still will still strick around and enjoy what I will bring. It's still a fan work being inspired. It's just the names won't be what you expect. And the world though similar isn't the same.

Will all the favs show:

YES!!!

Yes favorite characters will show, most of the mains have a character of somesort that who they are is greatly inspired by them..

Henry-The character whose this stories Henry Character, DOES HAVE POWERS SIMILAR to the game... Powersare important to the story.... But I did have to make rules and differences so they arent a copy of them..

Because of this, I will have characters that Allude to all the favorites (Also same favorite ships... Copperright is part of this story... just they are the same while they arent... their names arent the same nor are their features but one still has brown hair the other red. And yes they run a "Mysterious Clan" of Thieves that a branch fo the Government called the BATs (Battalion Against Terrorism) goes particularly after.

Sadly,

There are characters who didn't make it in, I intended to have everyone as a fan work earlier. But its a lot of work, then there were the original characters since the "Main Main" character would have different people she'd run into as her story was going on kn the background of the game, and long after... It just even when a fan work didnt make sense to have all characters. My least favorite cut was not having Policeman Panza in it. I really wanted to fit him in... it just didnt work out.

WILL asks still be a thing???

YES!!!! ABSOLUTELY!!!!

How????

Simple, I will still be making short comics on occassion that aren't part of the weekly updated ones. And this is where characters can still have interactions. I'm considering using the simplified more Stickminverse version of the characters, kinda also so the comic never loses its inspirations and where it got its start from.

SO Asks, Anon Magic Fun, all that will still be a a part of it. Just not within the main comic. But maybe some things still will occure in comic we'll see. It's literally up in the air situation.

Do familiar places still show up???

Confidently YES!!!

Bats has alot of meaning like Batsh@t crazy. You chat be just anyone to be in that chain if service. Most civilians dont even know it exists.😏😏😏 why is that???

What are the GOV'T must a new form, their own branch of armed forces. As stated above Battalion Against Terrorism.

But the people who are recruited also, aren't the easiest to work with, often are the ones who'd ahve been sent home. But if they ahve potential often they're recruited for a league that need those who dont have a normal mind of a soldier to go up against the GENTS...

GE TS, I'll explain another time what they stand for. As theres some spoiler territory I dont want to get into.

The Wall, shows in a new prison form (the design I came up with looks like a creepy medieval Boss level prison)😬😬😬😬

It's a name people dont want to evoke I fear of disappearing. Even those who work there arent safe... or gaure teeded sanity. You either disapear or you dont come out the same.

It's called 'The Grave Pits'

It's even nastier then the name may sound. It's not someplace you want to work or be prisoner.

Lastly,

CCC

Exists as, CAC or CATCA. I don't want to say the name fully now. I think I did in a prior post. But if I ddint I want to lime GENTS acronym keep the meaning secret. Otherwise, whoops of I ddi say it in a prior post.😅😅😅

Actually all of these decisions most civilians dont knwo about or believe are TALL Tales.... WHY IS THAT????

You'll have to find out in the story.

(Yes unlike HS world most of these places arent known by the greater populace and most are sworn to secrecy about them. The only widely known somewhat confirmed real is Grave Pits. Only die to the state that Anyone Employee or Prisoner goes in they dont come out!) Theres more going on in its depths if you care to dig.😈😈😈

All the usual sites as described will be seen but obviously dont have the same look and while a similar function dont serve under the same reasoning eaxactly... Just in new ways.

Towns and cities, are another thing that obviously changed and the direction I'm going, I decided to make completely new landscapes. Do we start in a desert town/city with a corrections facility/jail Yes.... but the surroundings even the layout of the Jail is different. Has different functions, etc.

Is there a city with hinted mob activy.

DDOUBLE YES!!!😊😊😊 That I couldn't pass up... But the cities different. It also services a new purpose and focus then in game for the story. It's become something totally different then the site of a museum. Obviously Dewey, as you can tell is originally Dave Panpa and will still be a Sevurity guard. He just doesn't have the same events happen. And while a Museum lime that in the game, will play a small roll. It's not going to be the same purpose it held in the game. Nor the main place of his work. Thus the whole purpose of teh city is completely changed...... and as stated there's a prison like The Wall (*cough* the Wall seems tame in comparison when this place is introduced *cough*😅😙🎶🎶 Had nightmares after writting its first introduction. It wont be the giant of heart when things occure there.)

Like I said everything will show, you can easily see what was inspired by. But in order to be its own work it holds a lot of it own location, sites, stories and such.

It's really exciting. And I do hope everyone stays with me for it.

I've just been so nervous admiting this. I need to finally say it all clearly.

So is ths another blah.... blah.... blue BORING Convolutedly llloooooooooooooooooooooonnnggg Worded Super wordy Post???

😊😅😅😅 LOL, You definetly spotted my bad habit.

<<<Maybe I should thi I of having a moderator to help!!!😅😅😅>>>

BUT Nope,...

I BRING YOU

Timeline UPDATES: PROGRESS AND POSTS TO COME!!!

I will in the next few days post the Valentines art (my hours are still off after taking care of my grandma and being up at graveyard shifts from dusk to dawn in that order with her... So I admit my bearing on time for the next few weeks may be askew and off)....😅😅😅

Once I have that, I'm going to have for the Five main characters a little sneak surprise art that shouldn't take more then two weeks to have all of them out if all goes well.. just like a little teaser reveal of them.

Then within a week or two following that (due to Holidays East and Mothers Day occuring by these times I'm also giving leeway fo three qeeks)

Then I'll post the five main characters profiles, maybe a height chart if I get around to it.

After then. I should be Posting my Henry Stickmin Art from original concepts of characters ect when it was a fan comic exclusively... and/or Comic art periodically at least once a week. Or at least some form of an update.

AM I STILL MAKING HENRY STICKMIN ART??? Yes

I will admit, I'm still making Henry Stickmin art. I still have a few Animatics that have either been in the works or planned for a while. (When you have a song that inspires you... you cant help it... you know what I mean)😊😉 So I'm still Making Henry Stickmin Art. I can promise you that. Some are big projects.

Also dont forget S.T.R.Y wasn't my First Planned HS comic. I still plan to work more on the first comic I had. I just am focused on this one. But have looked at in, as mentioned in a late last year update and I like what I had. I just have more work to do on it.

But this is FAR FRON THE END oF me MAKING HENRY STICKMIN COMICS AND WORK.... So if that's what you want.... My main blog will be the place for it.😊😉💗🤩😍

RELEASE DATE???

I've done a rough estimate. And long as everything goes well I should have some form of the comic out to you by the the next several months. I can't gaurentee if that's 2-or six months. Again I periodically help take care of family members and am currently job hunting. I just know it will be soon.

As shown concept for a later scene was made a while back in rough sketch form and posted a progress in February about it.

That shows how far this is coming.

I am doing something different. I'm treating the comic like a novel, so I plan to long as I get a job soon and have the first ten chapters where I want them see if I can get professional beta readers (and if theres such thing as an editor and beta readers for a web comic). And also I hope to get an editor. If you notice I even when tedious miss mistakes in words and grammar (mostly cause I'm using my janky phone and not my laptop) and am constantly editing thanks to it l, as I'm a perfectionist. I know that can't happen in posted work. So I kinda need that for myself. I know its gunna cost money to hire. And I want to see if there are ones in the industry who would work with a weekly webcomic format.

What are the comic plans???

Currently, the plan I have in place after doing research is going to be to have the first 10 chapters done before the first chapters are posted. Posting three the first day and from then on once a week.

I say I want the first ten done. As the last three years have allowed me to know my schedule and with a job that demanded alot of me prior I have a better feeling of that type of work and what it will take to get this done. This will allow me to stay ahead and not have to many breaks between.

If there are Holidays then I will jump to a fun mini comic episode rather then post a regular post. Cause I think it's nice to have a break fun one. Even if the middle of the story.

The comic will contain a MULTITUDE of arcs. Be warned small details may become important later. (There are small details hidden in my Dave Panpa pic that have not changed in the comic... as are early post tags have some strange wording???)🤪🤪🤪

[Honeslty, good luck deciphering those codes from my old posts. SADLY, I lost my personal notes of a key for them. I've looked high and low on my devices and where I would save them. I seriously, Can't find them anywhere. Honestly, if you crack those codes I did leave let me know. I'm glad it happened since it allowed me to find a new way to save these for the future]

The Story so far is split into what I've been calling when talking about the comic 3 ACTS and when talking Novel 3 BOOKS

SO to say the least it's a big story. But it's worth it. It's a journey and I have fun writting it. It's all planned out just haven't finished writting the whole thing. I have my outline and timeline of events locked in. So dont worry it's a work that knows where its headed. and what needs to happen to get to the end.

Lastly, I should Mention:

The DEEADED PATREON and Tumblr Pay:

WHAT OD I HOPE TO ACCOMPLISH WITH THEM????

Not now, but closer to the comic I have plans.

I've decided for myself since I can't put humor, lightheartedness or fun little stories like the end of some webcomics or even some animes after credits theres usually a simple fun little goofy comic.

I'll be having either a goofy comic or some mini comic based on some even in the story. These will use simplified versions of the characters. But they could appear like full versions. This is so whne I'm dealing with heavier topics, for me I cja find a place to get the edge off. And I feel this will be the incentive I will post there, along with early looks at the art. And some early access.

But otherwise I'm not blocking you guys from enjoying the comic. Because it deals with secrets. I'm not going to post the comic early, I'll give sneak peaks on there. But that's it, they won't give away that weeds codes or anything like that.

I want to make it a fair system.

I only have them started but not set up. I'm in no way obliging anyone to support me on those sites. I just want to qualm worries, and give the promise of what I'll be doing. I may eventually release those fun minuses on here.without the pay. But I can guarentee those will have long times between. And it's not a gaurentee yet. Like I said I'm trying ot work out a system so no one feels there missing out on some fun they can have here.

Are these minisodes the same asks the asks ans other fub???

No that will remain here. The ones that will be in there are purely ones I come up with for each episode. I'm thinking Peanuts stule strip tyle situation. So hey if that's your jam, I'll let you no more when I ahve the structure of these more planed out.

SO THOSE OF YOU WHO HATE MENTIOSN OF IT... Don't worry I'M ONLY MENTION IT TO PROMISE to you that I'm not LOCKING ANYTHING from you guys. So I can be completely clear to you what up. Or why I ahve that up. I'm still learning my need tooz for it. Only thing normal people wont see is something I'll do only for paid. But again you wont miss out on the main fun. As that comic will be me releasing steam and being free and just comedic. Again it doesnt mean that I won't release those eventually to you guys. So you will get all the same content you can enjoy on here as there in a sense... theres absolutely not when I have them ready will there be any obligation to support me by paying to enjoy my content. I've lived litterally with no money to my name even when working, I know how it can be and the struggle. So seriously I dont want to make anyone ever uncomfortable. Which is why I'm making my last note here. To clarify everything to you guys.

I just wanted to tell you more on that situation. The funds would go towards way of living and/or if I manage to get someone to at least help edit of not the comic at least the script and paid beta readers... then it may go toward that. WHILE I hope my job when I get a new one will better cover living expenses... AGAIN THIS IS NOT SOMETHING THAT IS OPEN YET. ITS STILL BEING WORKED ON.. Dont worry...

ABSOLUTELY NO PRESSURE to pay... IM MAKING this last part of trh post... TO MAKE THAT ABSOLUTLY CLEAR. I DONT WNAT ANYONE EVER PRESSURED INTO ANYTHING!!!

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With that always hard to talk about later topic lut of the way...😅😅😅😅

I do really hope you enjoy it.

And I hope those of you on either blog stay with me for it. And continue to enjoy this awesome journey together. Cause I'm excited for what's to come and hope you are too.

It took alot finally admitting this out loud.

I appreciate and love all of you for all your support!!!

💗💗💗 THANKS FOR READING!!!💗💗💗

Have an incredible day everyone!!!💗💗💗

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Pinky Unleashed Ch 1

Summary: Due to a tip-off from Snowball, the mice investigate a powerful energy source that can power Braintopia, a gigantic dream city that will span the entire American continent. But they find themselves in over their heads when the repercussions turn out to be...world shattering. Neither of them knew just how far Snowball was willing to go to achieve world domination until it was too late.

Now an ancient planet-destroying entity residing within Earth has been unleashed, and one of its energy fragments has forcefully tethered itself to Pinky. Now Pinky must hold onto himself at night, when the dark energy painfully transforms him into a monster.

And Brain, horrified at Snowball's actions, vows to reunite the world for Pinky's sake, no matter how impossible it seems.

There are many obstacles to overcome in their quest to unite the world. But with Pinky's companionship to comfort Brain, Brain's willingness to stay by Pinky's side no matter what, and a little help from a strange amnesiac fairy, they won't give up the fight just yet.

AN: So this story is going to be an unusual one. I got the inspiration from watching the opening cutscene of Sonic Unleashed.

This story will use the real continents and not the ones in the game of Sonic Unleashed, and I’ll only be using three NPC characters that are exclusive to that particular game.

AO3 Link

Sonic Unleashed Opening Cutscene

New World Symphony Song Link

Ch 1: Prologue: New World Symphony Part 1

"And there's a narfty chance of sunshine, sunshine, and more positively beautiful sunshine, with highs of poit and lows of-ack, Brain!"

A sharp, tingly feeling traveled through Pinky as a hand yanked on his snout. He dropped the toothpick he was using as a makeshift microphone, a pair of pretty rose-pink eyes glaring at him.

"Cease with the meteorologist act, Pinky," Brain said, releasing Pinky's muzzle with a sharp tug. "I don't wish to be reminded of tonight's failure."

"Oh, but manipulating the sky to make it look like Mars was in the twelfth house was so fun, Brain! Especially when you set off that gorgeous firework display!" Pinky exclaimed.

It had been such a fun fun silly-willy plan! Well, they were always fun, but last night had been even sillier-willier than usual.

Shame the thunderstorm blocked out the pretty sight before Dwayne Johnson could see it though.

Brain rubbed his head, his singed fur still carrying a faint whiff of smoke from being electrocuted after a sudden bolt of lightning. He plopped himself in front of the television with a sigh and audible crack in his spine. “We were moving Pluto to the twelfth house, not Mars,” he corrected as he hit the on button for the television remote. “Get your planets right, Pinky.”

“But Brain, Pluto isn’t a-”

Brain glared at him, and Pinky quickly zipped his mouth as best as he could without a zipper.

“Those NASA hacks wouldn’t know a planet if one crashed into their building,” Brain muttered. The fur on his head stood up in wispy tufts, but when Pinky tried to reach over and smooth it down, Brain batted his hand away. It wasn’t unusual for Brain to push him away, sometimes literally, but Pinky still wished Brain would at least allow himself to have the tiniest bit of intimacy. “Now quiet, Pinky. I’m going to watch a relaxing program to take my mind off tonight’s failure before I go to bed, and you will not interrupt. Understand?”

Pinky nodded.

Unfortunately, one of the scientists had left the channel on Faux News, which wasn’t helpful in getting Brain to relax at all.

“-and after we come back from commercial, join me and this dead opossum I found on the side of the road for a discussion on why climate change isn’t real!”

Brain slammed his fist on the mute button. “I said relaxing, not mind-numbing,” he growled as he pulled up the guide and scrolled through the channels for something else to watch.

“Troz! He’s seen better days.” Pinky rocked back and forth, holding his feet so he could feel just like a wobbly toy.

“Agreed. The roadkill is much more photogenic,” Brain replied, and after several minutes of scrolling, he selected a nature documentary from the National Geographic channel. Tuck Buckerson was immediately replaced by a penguin waddling on the ice.

Pinky rolled onto his stomach, legs kicking lazily behind him. He just adored penguins and their adorable waddle. And his heart melted at the sight of a fluffy penguin chick standing on its parent’s feet, flapping its wings as it squawked for food.

“Aren’t they the cutest little things?” Pinky cooed. Brain scoffed, but his nose twitched, like he found them cute too but refused to say so. “Brain, can we go to the Arctic sometime? I wanna know if penguin chicks are really as fluffy as they look.”

“The Antarctic, Pinky. Penguins don’t live that far north,” Brain replied. “And there are many complications when visiting that particular continent. Weather, supplies, and the fact that neither of us are built to handle subzero temperatures. While I’ve considered a plan that would involve harvesting the local krill in that area, it ultimately proved unviable and I was forced to scrap it.”

If Brain said they couldn’t go, then he wasn’t going to budge on the issue.

But it would be really nice to see a penguin….

“However, I do have a roughdraft of a plan that will take us to the Monterey Bay Aquarium. They have a penguin exhibit there,” Brain continued. “I suppose I could account for a…slight detour.”

A detour?

“You mean…an aquarium date?” Pinky gasped, clapping his hands to his mouth in surprise.

With all the fishes swirling around and around in their huge tanks and waddling, honking penguins?

“It’s not a date. Merely business with a little leisure time thrown in,” Brain corrected.

So it was definitely a date then!

Pinky scooped Brain up and twirled him through the air. Brain squirmed in his arms, but Pinky didn’t let go. “Oh, this is gonna be the best date ever, Brain! Even better than that fancy restaurant we got kicked out of! Do you think they have good mac and cheese in Monterey?”

“You can have your mac and cheese with lobster if you choose, but you have to release me first!” Brain shouted, placing both hands on Pinky’s snout and his legs on Pinky’s chest in an effort to get away. Pinky just laughed as Brain’s feet dug into his ribs. What could he say, he was ticklish!

Then a voice sounded nothing like David Attenborough, David Tennant, or any other David came from the TV.

“-afraid Bill couldn’t make it today. He’s dealing with some, ah, personal matters with Melinda. Naturally, he asked me to represent Microsponge in his absence for today’s press conference. Of course, I obliged.”

The mice froze and stared at the TV.

An amber-furred hamster stood on a high podium, surrounded by an entire security team, countless cameras, and microphones. His hands were clasped behind his back, and he wore a black suit with a red tie for the occasion.

Snowball.

“Pinky, you stepped on the remote!” Brain snapped, breaking out of Pinky’s hug and hurrying over to the remote. But Pinky didn’t recall stepping on it. The remote hadn’t done anything to him, except run out of batteries every once in a while. Brain smacked the back button so the TV would return to National Geographic, and although the channel number in the corner changed, Snowball and the press conference remained onscreen.

Confused, Brain flicked through every channel and turned the TV on and off several times, but nothing changed. Snowball’s smug, self-assured grin was on every network.

“Brain, what’s going on? Where are the penguins?” Pinky asked. The penguin parents were about to reunite after not seeing each other in months! He wanted to see the chick meet her father for the first time!

“He must’ve hacked into the airwaves,” Brain growled, his fur bristling as he glared at Snowball on the big screen. “Whatever he’s planning, he wants everybody in the entire world to see it.”

Brain’s fists clenched against his sides, his entire body tense. He got either really angry or really sad whenever Snowball was involved, so Pinky rested his tail over Brain’s to keep him calm in case he wanted to concentrate on whatever Snowball had to say.

Slowly, Brain relaxed. A hand patted Pinky’s back, and Pinky accepted it as a silent thanks.

“Mr. Snowball, rumor has it that Microsponge has partnered with the US military to produce a satellite-based defense system for the entire world. Is this true?” a CNN reporter asked.

“Not quite, Dan,” Snowball replied. “But I understand that my plan is rather complex for the vast majority of minds, so I hope this press conference will clarify things. You see, the satellite defenses work in conjunction with a new line of bioengineered robots, which I have aptly named Microbots. The US military was merely funding the project. Everything else is the product of my brilliant mind.”

“And what can your Microbots do, exactly?” a female reporter called.

Snowball smiled, but it wasn’t a genuine smile. Pinky had fallen for it once, when Snowball had convinced him that Brain didn’t care for him at all.

“The Microbots will serve as the primary defense system for a grand city, one far larger in area than Tokyo, Shanghai, and New York combined. A city that will serve as Microsponge’s new headquarters, house all people and cultures in a diverse melting pot, and become the world’s foremost technological center and leading energy producer. Where no crime will be tolerated and everyone can have bread on the table,” Snowball continued.

The reporters murmured among themselves.

“That’s impossible!” Brain spat. “How will you hope to sustain a city that large?”

The reporter named Dan stood up, microphone in hand. “Where will you find the energy for such a city?” he asked.

Snowball paused to consider his words. It was several minutes before he spoke again. “There is an energy source out there, which will not run out like fossil fuels. It will be more cost effective than solar, nor is it radioactive.”

Everyone waited with bated breath, but Snowball did not elaborate further.

“If you aren’t using fossil fuels or renewable energy sources-”

But Snowball interrupted her. “It’s still a work in progress. I can’t risk any of my…competitors finding out more information or stealing my resources.”

“Competitors like Pineapple?” somebody asked, and she quickly covered the pineapple logo on the back of her phone.

But Snowball made a face at that, and though he said ‘yes’ to her question, it was clear that Pineapple was not who he had in mind.

Brain inched closer to the screen, and Pinky pulled him back before he could hurt his eyes.

“How much progress has Microsponge made in this project so far?”

“Progress has been swift, courtesy of the energy cannon I’ve recently launched into orbit,” Snowball replied. “And I believe the fruits of my labor will pay off in the near future.”

Though reporters shouted more questions and their crew waved cameras in Snowball’s face, the interview nowhere near over, Brain shut off the TV. He faced his reflection in the black screen for just a moment, his ears pinning back as he stared at the spot where Snowball had once been. Then he crept off to bed without another word.

“Brain?” Pinky called.

But the smaller mouse only faced the cage bars, and only his head poked out from the blanket.

“I know you’re still awake,” Pinky said quietly as he slipped into bed next to him. He reached over and poked Brain on the back.

Brain slapped Pinky’s hand away with pinpoint accuracy, even though he wasn’t looking.

So Pinky poked him again, and again, and again. He didn’t care how many times he had to do this. He knew from experience that if Brain went to bed all huffy, he’d be cranky in the morning.

Well, Brain was always cranky. But even crankier and grumpier and stompier than normal.

“Cease, Pinky!” Brain yelled. He furiously sat up and threw his pillow into Pinky’s face. “Sleep in the straw if you’re going to be this aggravating!”

“You go sleep in the straw if you’re going to be a little crankypants!” Pinky argued, his tail lashing underneath the covers as he sat up alongside Brain, tossing the pillow back onto his side. “I just want to know what’s wrong!”

Brain drew his knees up to his chest, ears pinned back in frustration. “Nothing’s wrong!”

But Pinky knew Brain had been just fine before Snowball cut into their regularly scheduled penguin programming.

“It’s Snowball, isn’t it?” Pinky asked.

Brain remained silent, burying his head into his knees and refusing to look up. Pinky hadn’t even known Brain had a childhood friend for a long time, and Brain had only explained their history when the hamster had unexpectedly stolen Brain’s chain letter plan and showed up to the lab to drive a wedge between them. That was back when Snowball had first taken over Microsponge, and he’d been running the megacorporation ever since. Nobody except for him and Brain were aware that the official CEO, Bill Grates, was being puppeted by a hamster.

It wasn’t like anyone would believe them if they tried, so they just moved on and let Snowball live his own life. Occasionally, Snowball would show up again, try to toy with them or kill them, sometimes both, but he’d always fail.

“...he has press conferences, Pinky,” Brain said quietly. “Money. Luxury cars. A team of lawyers and secretaries at his beck and call, no trouble getting away with tax evasion…”

“You don’t pay taxes either,” Pinky replied, nudging him.

Brain sighed. “It’s still a hassle to forward all those letters and calls to ACME’s legal department. But I digress. Snowball keeps inserting himself where he doesn’t belong, and it’s tiresome.”

So that was the problem then. Brain was jealous of Snowball’s success, and how Snowball kept returning to rub that success in Brain’s face.

Pinky wrapped an arm around Brain’s shoulders, and Brain didn’t fight him off this time. He only rested his cheek against Pinky’s chest.

“You remember when Snowball gave me a theme park and I left you?” Pinky asked, though Brain’s grip around Pinky’s wrist tightened in warning, like he’d rather forget. But Pinky didn’t want to stop talking, not until he got this off his chest. “Which is kinda creepy that he had all that ready, now that I think about it, but anyway, it wasn’t the same. The rides were fun, yeah, but I didn’t have anyone to share them with. There was a Tunnel of Love, and Tunnels of Love aren’t meant to be ridden alone! And if I tried talking to Snowball, he wouldn’t tell me anything! At least you’d let me talk before bopping me on the head, and you actually explained your plans in a way that I could understand, and you’d act like you’re in a cool mecha anime fight to save me and the entire world!”

Brain’s face turned red, and he ducked his head to try and hide it.

“Anyway, what I’m trying to say is that even if you’re a poor lab mouse, I still wanna hang around you more than a life of luxembourg with Snowball,” Pinky said, smiling in reassurance as Brain finally turned to look at him with those pretty rose-pink eyes.

Brain squeezed Pinky’s hand. “You mean luxury, Pinky. Luxembourg is a country. And…even if I can’t give you a theme park…yet…I, well, I need you here.”

Pinky’s heart fluttered. “You mean that, Brain?”

“Need you to block the draft from the AC so it won’t reach my side of the bed. So don’t move to the straw tonight, capiche?” Brain said, and he laid down, facing Pinky this time.

“Ca-peachy,” Pinky giggled as he laid down, curling around Brain to protect him from the AC. Pinky didn’t mind the breeze as much, but Brain’s ears were more sensitive. Pinky relaxed against Brain’s warm fur. It was like hugging a grumpy life-sized plushie. “And besides, I bet you could build an even bigger and better city than Snowball ever could.”

Pinky let out an ‘oomph’ as Brain’s knee suddenly came down on his chest as he pushed himself up. But he let it slide, because Brain’s excited grin was completely worth it.

“Brilliant, Pinky!” he exclaimed. “We’ll build an enormous city to span the entire American continent, from the tundras of Northern Canada to the pampas of Argentina! With enormous skyscrapers, parks to preserve the greenery, an effective public transportation system, affordable universities, and more! And we shall call it…Braintopia!”

“Egad, that’s a wonderful name!” Pinky clapped his hands in appreciation. “Braintopia’s gonna be the place everyone in the world wants to live in for sure! But can I have a teeny weensy block for myself, Brain? Please?”

“It was your idea, Pinky,” Brain admitted. “For that, you can have…the Pink Light District that you can prepare as you see fit.”

Pinky hummed in satisfaction. He was gonna need a ton of pretty pink lights to line the streets!

But then he remembered what Brain said earlier, about Snowball’s own city needing a ton of energy to keep running.

“Wait, no, no…also, your knee is digging into my spleen,” Pinky said, and he exhaled in relief once Brain moved his knee. Brain frowned at him. “You said it would be impossible for Snowball to find enough energy for his city, and ours is going to be even bigger than his! And besides, I played enough Sam’s City to know that a working city costs a whole lotta money and resources!”

Brain’s excitement waned, and he put a hand on his chin in thought. “You better not be handing the EA our entire domination budget.”

Pinky shook his head. “Oh, I’m not. I’m using the money from my How To series to pay for it.”

Just a small amount though. He was happy to use the majority to help Brain with world domination. Every little bit helped.

“Well, Snowball did mention an energy source in his broadcast. Everything else he needs is of little consequence to him,” Brain mused, pacing back and forth across the bed, which bounced with every step. “But he’s deliberately withholding the type. If it’s not fossil fuels, nuclear, or green energy, then how…of course!”

He pounded his fist emphatically.

“If we investigate the energy cannon he launched into orbit, we can find out what he intends to use and harness that power ourselves!”

“Yes!” Pinky exclaimed, and his leg accidentally thumped Brain’s side, knocking him off the bed. He smacked the underside of his chin against the floor. Brain groaned, rubbing his head as he sat up. Pinky peered over the side of the bed, so that Brain’s face was upside down and their noses were touching. “Sorry, Brain. Poit.”

They stared into each other’s eyes for several seconds.

“NYAH!” Brain screamed, and his forehead collided with Pinky’s as he tried to get away.

Pinky dizzily swayed and fell right off the bed, landing next to Brain. The stars were so pretty and swirly tonight…

o-o-o-o-o

The scientists weren’t around for the weekend, which gave Brain enough time to plan their route and build a plane to get them up to the energy cannon. And since Brain didn’t like being disturbed while working, it gave Pinky plenty of time to play Sam’s City while he waited.

While he’d opened the game intending to create his own virtual Pink Light District so he could have practice for the real district in Braintopia, he’d gotten a little sidetracked with pushing Samuel and Samantha into a relationship.

“Narf! Stop trying to go back to your ex, Samuel! She’s not good for you!” Pinky shouted as Samuel ignored Samantha in favor of Sami yet again. And Samantha was wearing her best red dress too!

Now Samantha was thinking of giving up on Samuel entirely!

“No!” Pinky screamed, and he quickly exited out of the game to erase his progress. He wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, glad that he’d saved Samuel from getting back together with Sami. She cheated on him twice! How could he possibly get back together with her when Samantha was giving him all those hints?

Pinky fell onto his back, feet up in the air as he let out a frustrated huff. He’d learned how to make that noise from Brain, after all.

Alright, twentieth’s time the charm. But before he could sit up and try again, a shadow fell over him.

“Having fun?” Brain asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Samuel still won’t notice her!” Pinky complained. “I don’t get it, Brain! What am I doing wrong?”

Brain brought a hand to his forehead and looked up at the ceiling before his eyes flicked down to Pinky. “You’re too invested in fictional relationships at the cost of your health and questionable sanity?”

“I’m not too invested. I’ll have you know that I only spent six entire months trying to get my Sams together using every Youtuber guide and wiki on the Internet!” Pinky crossed his arms defiantly, only lowering them when he realized that maybe Brain would consider that ‘too invested’. “Okay, maybe just a tiny amount of invested…” he admitted sheepishly.

“My point stands. Now come, I’ve finished our preparations so that we can get up to the energy cannon.” Brain grabbed Pinky’s wrist and dragged him out of the room while Pinky laid on his back. Pinky giggled, enjoying the ride while it lasted. It was so fun fun silly-willy to mop the floor with his back!

Brain released Pinky’s wrist halfway down the hall, snapping at him to keep up and not dilly-dally, which was just as fun as silly-willy to say. He just adored rhyming words!

They didn’t have to hide in the shadows or pause to listen for footsteps this time. Once Brain ruled the world, they wouldn’t ever have to worry about being caught again. It was going to be so nice.

The back doors of ACME Labs were propped open, revealing a purplish-orange sky dotted with the first stars of the night. The sunset was absolutely breathtaking, and Pinky leaned over Brain’s head, admiring all the pretty colors.

“Twilight is such a beautiful time of day,” Pinky hummed. “Don’t you think so, Brain?”

But Brain moved towards a large, lumpy tarp sitting just outside the doors, and Pinky almost lost his balance.

“It’s just the sunset, Pinky,” Brain said, waving his hand dismissively. “It happens everyday. There’s nothing special about it.”

Well, Brain may not have thought so, but the colors were always shifting, no two twilights ever looking the same. Sometimes Pinky wished Brain would stop and look, because he was missing out on so many wonderful sights.

Still, Pinky pushed that thought aside. Brain’s plan mattered more.

“It’s time you experienced a real sight, Pinky. Behold my latest creation!” Brain announced, yanking off the tarp to expose the lump underneath. Except it wasn’t a lump at all, it was a plane!

The nose of the plane was long and cone-shaped, and the body was sleek with two sharp, long wings extending out on both sides. There were small windows along the side, and a tinted dome covered the cockpit. The metallic panels were a mixture of white and gray, and a coat of red paint streaked the wings, back, and tail.

“Narrrrf!” Pinky exclaimed, walking underneath the plane to admire its belly. “The red is a very nice touch, Brain!”

“Thank you, Pinky,” Brain said proudly. He stood up a little straighter and puffed out his chest. “There was plenty of paint leftover from the kitchen remodeling last month. Now if you’ll direct your eyes to the left-”

Brain launched into a technical explanation of every cool science-y feature he’d added to the plane, which Pinky tried to follow, but either Brain was saying ‘the aerodynamic shape will maximize our speed’ or ‘the pterodactyl ape named Max needs to be fed’.

It could be either one, really.

Wait, did Brain ever name his creation? They couldn’t just call it ‘The Plane’! That was too…well, just too plain!

“We can’t just let your plane go unnamed! Otherwise she’d just be a plain plane, Brain!” Pinky cried, grabbing Brain by the shoulders and shaking him.

Brain’s eyes swirled dizzily before he shook his head and came back to his senses. He broke Pinky’s hold, stumbling a little before regaining his balance.

“Now where did I put that book of baby names…” Pinky murmured, trying to recall if he’d left it under the sink or the closet of his Barbie dollhouse.

“No, Pinky,” Brain said, squinting up at the plane. “What we need is a name befitting of this vehicle’s swiftness and agility. In other words, something fast.”

It didn’t take long before Pinky came up with something.

“Speedy Gonzalez?” he suggested.

“Too controversial.”

“Millenium Falcon?”

“Good try, if only it wasn’t owned by Disney now.”

Pinky shrugged. “I don’t have anything else, Brain.”

So Brain walked around the plane, looking over every feature to see if there was anything striking he could use.

“Something fast, but intimidating too,” Brain said to himself. Then his eyes widened in realization. “Yes! We shall call it…the Hurricane! The combination of swift-moving wind and water is terrifying for anyone caught in its path. It’s perfect!”

Pinky bounced on his toes in anticipation as Brain hit a button on a small remote, and a hatch opened on the underside of the Hurricane. Then a ramp slid down, landing at their feet.

Oh, he couldn’t wait anymore! Pinky hurried up the ramp to get a good look at the interior, while Brain plodded along behind him. It was roomy with enough space for a human to stand in, but there wasn’t much going for it. The walls only had two mouse-sized orange spacesuits hanging on the hooks besides the windows, along with several chairs lying haphazardly along the floor. There was a small refrigerator in the corner, and when Pinky opened it, he found it was stocked with several varieties of cheese, two fruit trays, boxes of apple juice, and tiny water bottles from the lab kitchen. A pack of bagels sat atop the refrigerator, which was firmly bolted to the floor, though there was no toaster.

"The exterior is lovely, Brain. The red really adds a lot of character. But if you were trying to go for a minimalist design for the inside, I think you went a bit overboard," Pinky said. "Also, there is zero feng shui."

"The Hurricane's purpose is to transport us to the energy cannon. You are not to use it for one of your ridiculous interior design shows," Brain replied.

He stopped by the refrigerator, popped a few cheese cubes into his mouth, then gestured for Pinky to follow him into the cockpit. Pinky quickly grabbed a bagel and juice box, hurrying after Brain.

The cockpit had much more going for it than the back did. There were countless gauges, dials, levers, and buttons, all waiting to be pushed and pulled and spinned! There were two cushioned seats, just large enough for a mouse to be comfortable.

The glass offered a panoramic view of the twilight sky, and Pinky excitedly bounced on his seat, ready for takeoff.

Brain took his own seat in the pilot’s chair, unfurling a blueprint of a large satellite-like object. Except it didn’t have those panel thingies of a regular satellite. The most striking feature was an extremely long cannon that extended far beyond the main body.

“The schematics of the energy cannon were easily accessible through the Internet. Microsponge’s security was no trouble for me to bypass,” Brain said. He pointed to a part on the back of the main body. “We shall enter through this compartment here. After I enable the cloaking device on the plane, we will exit and make our way to the topmost level, which hosts the controls of the energy cannon in addition to a computer that controls the mainframe. I’ll download all the relevant information about the energy cannon into a flash drive, and then we’ll take our leave so I can analyze the data in the relative safety of the lab. And once I find that energy source, Braintopia is certain to become reality!”

“And the Pink Light District too?” Pinky asked. A street filled with romantic pink lights and cherry blossom trees and restaurants that served mac and cheese…he couldn’t wait for it to come true!

“And the Pink Light District too,” Brain confirmed as he stored the blueprints under his seat, to Pinky’s delight. “Now, the energy cannon is hovering just above Earth’s exosphere layer, so we won’t have to travel too far into space. Are you ready, Pinky?”

Pinky saluted. “Aye-aye, Captain Brain!”

“I will never tire of hearing that,” Brain smirked.

With that, he turned the keys in the ignition. The engine thrummed, rumbling the entire plane. Pinky sank back into his seat. He’d always wanted his own massage chair, but it was so hard to find one in his size.

Brain yanked on the throttle, and a deafening boom filled Pinky’s ears. He only had enough time to grip the x-shaped seat belt that crossed his chest before he was thrown far back into the cushion. His stomach flip-flopped, and all those squishy organs inside him scrambled themselves like an omelet as the world outside the plane became one enormous blur.

Someone was screaming, but Pinky didn’t know if that was him, Brain, or both of them.

Pinky usually had a strong stomach, but even he started to regret that bagel now.

The sensations lasted seconds, minutes, maybe an hour or two, only lasting until Pinky was thrown forward in his chair, and the seat belt was the only thing that prevented him from slamming against the window.

And finally, the plane leveled out. The long nose was still pointing up to the darkening sky, but they were moving at a slower pace now.

With the rollercoaster ride over, Pinky figured it was safe to unbuckle himself and check on Brain. There was only a few inches’ distance between their seats, so Pinky kept hold of what he could as he climbed over the control panel to Brain’s chair, careful not to touch the colorful buttons though he really wanted to press them more than anything.

There was plenty of room on the main pilot’s seat for both of them, though Pinky had to lean on Brain a little so he didn’t fall off the arm. Brain barely noticed, his face slightly green and his eyes unfocused. He was clutching a small plastic bag with a death grip in one hand, trying not to vomit up the cheese cubes he’d eaten just before takeoff. His other hand was white-knuckled against the throttle.

Pinky gently rubbed Brain’s back, and the green slowly disappeared from the smaller mouse’s face. His grip on the throttle and bag slackened, the tension leaking out of his body.

“...thanks,” Brain said, his voice still shaky.

The ground was far beneath them now, hidden under a thick cloud layer. Here, the sky was a mix of black and navy, the stars twinkling far away.

“I wonder what it’d be like to touch a shooting star…” Pinky murmured. Would touching one help his wishes come true? He hoped so.

“Pinky, shooting stars are just meteorites hurtling through Earth’s atmosphere at terminal velocity,” Brain said, nudging Pinky away from him. “You might be resilient, but you would still be burned to a crisp if you tried to touch one. Now return to your seat and let me concentrate. We still need to cross two more layers before we reach the energy cannon.”

But Pinky just perched on the armrest, not really wanting to go back to his own seat just yet. Brain didn’t protest the compromise too much. Pinky knew that as long as he didn’t jostle the seat too much, Brain would let him stay where he was. The tip of Pinky’s long tail rested close to Brain, occasionally brushing against his fur when he moved the steering wheel.

Pinky hummed all the songs he knew to pass the time, and a low hum occasionally joined in. He was pretty sure it wasn’t the engine harmonizing with him.

He’d just gotten through Yakko’s World, with added commentary from Brain about all its inaccuracies, when the radar on the dashboard started to beep.

Several red dots appeared on the blinking radar, followed by a much larger red one.

“How much longer ‘til we-"

A sudden gasp from Brain cut him off.

"BRACE YOURSELF, PINKY!"

That was all the warning Pinky had before he was flung right off the armrest and into the wall next to the door of the cockpit, the entire plane tilting up at an extremely steep angle. Brain yanked the steering wheel to the left, and Pinky was thrown against another wall.

After a few seconds of being stuck against a metal pane, the plane stabilized and Pinky was able to crawl back to his own seat and buckle himself in.

"Sorry," Brain said, not taking his eyes off the window. "The radar didn't pick up on our proximity to the energy cannon. I had to maneuver quickly or we would've smashed into the barrel."

He pointed at a massive cylindrical shape outside, and Pinky did a double take when he realized just how enormous the barrel of the energy cannon was. It must've been the size of a a gazillion football fields! The main body was on the distant end, and though it wasn't as ginormous, it loomed ominously over them.

"Narrrrf," Pinky said in awe.

"Narf indeed," Brain whispered. And the energy cannon must've been really impressive if Brain said narf.

Halfway up the barrel, the radar beeped rapidly as a dozen fast-moving red dots rocketed towards the plane-shaped sprite. And when Pinky looked through the window, there were a dozen metallic spheres hurtling towards them. They were dull gray and tiny with metallic bits sticking out all over the place. Three of them smacked against the windshield, though the glass thankfully held. Annoyed, Brain flicked a lever on the side of the steering wheel, wiping the half-broken spheres off like they were bugs.

Several more bounced off the ceiling with loud pings, bits of lens chipping off the cameras set in the center.

"What were those things?" Pinky asked as Brain steered the plane away from the cannon barrel and towards the backside of the body.

Brain gritted his teeth, his eyes flicking back and forth between the radar and the windshield. "Microbots," he said tersely. "I researched them extensively after Snowball mentioned them in his broadcast. The ones we encountered are likely a surveillance team composed of individual units. But they are capable of combining into countless forms for defensive purposes. Snowball wasn't shy about demonstrating how powerful his Microbots can be to the Silicon Valley executives during his last tech demonstration. There's no telling what the Microbots are capable of, especially when Snowball spearheaded their development. I can only hope I threw them off our trail in case any defensive measures are taken."

But the Microbots didn't follow them. Maybe they couldn't keep up with the Hurricane's speed.

Though Brain wasn't relaxed by any means, he gradually became less tense once the Microbots were left to eat the Hurricane's stardust.

They circled towards the back of the main body, which thankfully didn't have any patrolling Microbots.

Brain pointed to an open panel at the bottom of the structure. “A weak point,” he said. “We’ll enter through there. Deploying landing gear now. Prepare for landing, Pinky.”

He lined the Hurricane with the open slot, and they slowed down considerably as they passed through the entrance. The plane’s wheels made contact with the metal, and Pinky jolted from the impact, ears pinned back at the loud, nails-on-chalkboard screech.

“Brain, we’re gonna hit the wall!” Pinky yelped, hanging onto the armrests. They’d slowed down, but not nearly enough! The wall was gonna smash them into mousey pancakes, and not the good kind with maple syrup and butter!

“Hold on!” Brain shouted back. His foot slammed against the brake, and the entire plane screeched to a halt.

Pinky nearly choked from being thrown forward in his seat belt, while Brain smashed into the wheel.

“Narf…” Pinky said, undoing his seat belt and taking a moment to just relax and catch his breath now that the turbulent ride was over.

Brain groaned, unclipping his own belt and sinking back into the cushion. “I hope the return journey will be smoother…” he muttered, rubbing his temple.

With some difficulty, Pinky climbed out of his seat, grabbing onto the armrest to support himself since his legs were still shaky. Brain fell out of his chair more than he climbed down, his legs buckling as he landed. But he recovered quickly, eager to find out more information about the mysterious energy source.

There was a loud creak, and the panel where they entered started to close like a giant space garage door. With a final bang, the Hurricane was shut in completely.

Several lights on the ceiling flickered on, illuminating a stairwell that led to the upper floors.

“The Level Three entrance is now closed. Activating airlock. Please standby,” a pleasant woman’s voice announced over the intercom.

Pinky covered his ears as a deafening hiss filled the room, only letting go of his ears once the noise died down.

“Airlock activated successfully. Oxygen levels are sufficient for life. Have a nice day.”

“We won’t need the suits then,” Brain said with relief. “Good. The orange color isn’t flattering on me.”

Though Pinky thought Brain could pull off orange just fine, he was glad they wouldn’t need the suits after all. He didn’t want to say anything since those were the only mouse-sized spacesuits available in Target’s doll section, but he didn’t like how they restricted his tail movement.

Brain opened a small compartment between their seats, revealing a small red flash drive with a black strap. He pulled the strap over his head, securing the flash drive to his back.

“Come, Pinky. Let’s begin our ascension at once,” Brain said, and Pinky followed him out of the plane.

The ramp retracted once they were out of the plane, and the Hurricane shut off entirely. It sat in the middle of the chamber, quiet and unassuming.

Except for their footsteps, it was quiet aboard the energy cannon. A little too quiet.

Pinky hummed a song to fill in the silence, though even his happy little song about all his favorite things wasn’t doing much to stop the fur on the back of his neck from rising.

Maybe it was the corridor’s dimness, providing just enough light to see by yet lacking any warmth. Or how enormous and empty the energy cannon was. Pinky hoped they’d run into an astronaut or two, but if any humans were here, they didn’t show themselves.

“I’m getting all these weird tingles, Brain,” Pinky said, clutching his tail just so he’d have something to hold onto. “Th-this place doesn’t feel right.”

“You always have weird tingles, Pinky. I don’t need a newsflash every time they happen,” Brain snapped, and he continued down the hall without looking back. Pinky quickly caught up to him, grabbing his shoulders and stopping him in his tracks. Brain scowled and flung his hands out, shaking Pinky off. “You’re only reacting like this because you aren’t familiar with the layout. We’ll get out of here much sooner if you quit impeding our progress.”

Pinky’s tail drooped. He didn’t mean to impale…impala…whatever Brain just said.

"Poit," he whispered. "S-sorry…"

Brain stared up at Pinky, his expression carefully neutral. Sometimes it was just impossible to tell what Brain was pondering, no matter how hard Pinky tried to ponder the same thing.

Then he sighed, gingerly taking Pinky's hand in his own. After a few seconds, his grip became firmer.

"But…you may be onto something, Pinky. For once. Forgive me," Brain stammered, shifting side to side nervously. Pinky just smiled and squeezed Brain's hand, accepting his awkward apology. Then Brain led Pinky down the hallway, never letting go of his hand. "We haven't run into any Microbots past that first encounter. I assumed there would be some guarding the interior as well."

"Maybe they're playing hide and seek?" Pinky asked. "Plenty of places for a cute little bot to hide. You think they'll let us play too?"

They paused at a T-shaped intersection, and Brain's ears flicked as he listened for any sounds in both directions. Then he led Pinky down the right fork.

"They're watching from the shadows," Brain said, pointing to a tiny red light in the corner of the ceiling. "I'd need to capture one and disassemble it to determine the specifics of their programming, which we don't have time for. Perhaps they aren't programmed to attack until the facility itself is in trouble."

So Brain didn't know either, and he was using big words to hide it. But that was okay. Brain was a smartypants, but he didn't have to know everything.

"I wish we had a map," Pinky said, remembering how that trick worked in that really hard maze the ACME scientists had once trapped them in.

To his disappointment, no holographic map popped up to help them find their way.

"A directory would be convenient," Brain agreed.

"And a food court," Pinky added. "With a nacho line and soda fountain."

Brain raised an eyebrow. "How can you possibly think of food at a time like this?"

"I'm hungry," Pinky shrugged.

His stomach finally settled down after that bumpy ride, and he was craving cheese and jalapenos.

Brain just sighed and led Pinky through a short hallway. At the end, there was a stairwell that was marked with an arrow pointing up and the number two next to it.

"Yes!" Brain exclaimed, and Pinky grinned back at him. It was so nice to see Brain excited. His pink eyes always glittered so beautifully when that happened.

They hurried up the stairs to the second level, boosting each other up since the stairs were designed for humans and not mice.

Pinky boosted Brain up to the top landing, and Brain grabbed onto the ledge, hauling himself up the rest of the way.

"One more level, Pinky. It won't be long until Braintopia becomes reality," Brain declared, adjusting the flash drive on his back. "Let's hurry and…hurry and-"

He didn't finish his sentence, staring off into the distance instead.

Pinky stood on his tiptoes, trying to see what Brain was looking at. But the stairs were in his way! All he saw was dull gray!

"Brain!" Pinky shouted, leaping as high as he could and waving his arms to catch Brain's attention. "I! Can't! See! Must! Stop! Talking! Like! Shatner!"

Brain started to walk away, mesmerized by whatever he saw. But Pinky shouted his name, over and over again, and Brain broke out of his trance at the sound of Pinky's voice.

"Sorry," Brain said as he hauled Pinky up to the top step. "I…I don't know what came over me. It's just…a sight to behold. Where to begin? I don’t know how to describe it…that’s what it is, Pinky. Indescribable.”

Brain wasn’t even saying his usual big words. Did he suddenly lose them?

Pinky tapped his chin, trying to think of anything that might help Brain describe whatever he saw. “Maybe narf?”

“Maybe,” Brain murmured. “Now toss in all of your other nonsensical words.”

So it was narf with poit and zort and troz and egad all mixed together like a delicious cake? With a little fjord as the cherry on top of course.

Brain’s arm swept out to the area around them. “See for yourself, Pinky.”

And Pinky’s jaw dropped.

Swirling blue. Solid green. Drifting white.

All of those colors made up the planet Earth.

It was the most beautiful sight Pinky had ever seen in his entire life.

End AN: Special shout out to @wimsiecal for all their wonderful work in the PatB fandom, especially the werewolf Pinky art that was an inspiration for this fic. Pinky playing a knockoff version of the Sims is dedicated to you.

No corporations were harmed in the making of this chapter, save for their pride maybe.

New Brainfels and Braintropolis were working names for Braintopia.

The plane in this story will be named the Hurricane cause Sonic and Tails’ plane is called the Tornado.

The chapter title went through a lot of working titles. I was originally gonna go with the overture for Sonic Unleashed itself, but it has a more adventurous vibe and the New World Symphony has more of that incoming danger aura.

Moral of the story: Microsoft is evil and Bill Gates is a hamster.

#pinky unleashed #pinky and the brain #patb snowball #patb fanfiction

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brooklynislandgirl · 1 year

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laksa

While Beth nurses tea, the Senator’s son’s in his briefs, plucking the heads off prawns.

Clothes-off eating appears to be another idiosyncrasy on a long list of oddities, fixations, and goof-arounds, and not at all because he fears getting curry on the good shirt and dress pants like he fears getting smacked on the hand with a clipboard. Ben’s usually infernally, deafeningly alone when he eats in his underwear, but over time, it’s become something he does around Beth, too.

He could have sworn he left back up at her place: one of the worst lounge sweaters of all time, and several tees, a clearance rack’s worth of cotton polyester. Beth, though, the little dryad cross-legged at her kitchen island, has spirited them away. Not returned them as claimed.

“This is a hostage situation now,” he says. “I’m negotiating with a criminal.”

Ben pulls at the legs of a stubborn prawn with a bit more force than needed, and broth hits the counter like blood spatter; the rest splatters his chest. Little orange flecks join the composition of moles on his lower breast. A bead of coconut soup rolls down his stomach, pooling in his belly button.

He looks down at himself, then up at Beth. The heat hits his face a little late in the game.

“Nothing sexier, right?”

~*~

Maybe it started with the insistence that he leave his shoes at the door, so that he doesn’t track the Devil in. He never had the cruelty in him to tell her such an entity does not exist outside of morality plays and even if it did, it would have better things to worry about than trying to sneak into the mansion-sized mausoleum of an apartment, where her past is enshrined. She would only take away from such a comment that she’s not worth the time or effort and Beth already believes that enough. Maybe it has nothing to do at all with her benign requests and like her own fractions and lack of self-confidence stems from a childhood better left sensationalised in tell-alls that they’ve never contributed a single word to, not even with each other. Wherever the truth lies, it is a foreign shore that as strong a swimmer as she is-- Beth doesn’t really think she’ll ever make it to. She contents herself with his warm-water shallows and tide-pools. Someday he’ll carry her out into his rip-current and she’ll drown in its cold salt kiss. “Wit’ a background in politics,” she replies with a brow raised in challenge, “I would t’ink you were use to dat.” Maybe she likes the idea that he thinks she’s dangerous even in fabricated iniquity. Or maybe she likes Ben more than he can ever know because she certainly isn’t about to tell him. Not enough that she joins him; her modesty remains with her crucifix, her earrings, and the faintest wisp of a purple paisley sarong. Let it never be said though that she isn’t prepared for natural disaster. Particularly when it’s the six-foot-plus-can-you-stop-already kind. The atrophied leg is the first to stretch toes enough to reach the floor. Followed by its shapelier match. But she isn’t reaching for fine linen or dry-as-sand paper napkins. No, his is a worse fate if he knows how to read her eyes, which map his skin as she braves his personal space. Soft lips part and the tip of her tongue darts out to drag a wet line from his stomach all the way up in reverse of the drip. Her breath fans across his chest. Her hands settle on either side of his hips for balance. Least that’s what she’d tell him. And when she finally looks up? Eyes are half-lidded and dark. Woods at night far away from any artificial light. “Wha’? Dey come take my Kanaka card if dey heard I was wastin’ coconut li’dat.”

#submission #kylo-wrecked #He Liko Alii'i|Ben Solo #Ho'okahua|Ben and Beth #Look Both Ways|Modern Verse #Brooklyn Stories|New York #{SenSon}

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volot · 2 years

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mini-headcanon: arceus’s appearance.

talking with jack maybe me remember that a popular fan theory is that volo doesn’t have a clue as to what arceus looks like, because he says something to the effect of this:

"My desire to meet Arceus cannot be contained any longer! I need to know what it is! I MUST know what it is!"

this was a theory that always made me personally a little confused, because i couldn’t wrap my head around how he wouldn’t know what arceus looked like when his ancient sinnohan outfit very clearly resembled arceus down to extremely fine details, as did his hair.

so, i thought to myself a little harder about it. and i remembered: what do we learn about arceus in pla specifically? we learn that the arceus we have come to know is nothing but a fragment. an avatar of its true form, on a plane that it can roam alongside human kind, but not it’s true self. it’s true form, from what we could potentially gather from the opening cutscene, is possibly eldritch, or at least highly unknowable to the human eye; it is a divine light, a holiness that the human mind cannot comprehend, something far, far greater than we ever possibly realized. an entity that is not the arceus we know and have been taught about.

and i believe the same goes for volo. yes, volo would like to meet arceus, he would like to be given his answers, he is determined to subjugate and control arceus. but beyond that... i believe volo knows precisely what arceus’s ‘avatar’ looks like: and what he really wants to know, most of all, is what arceus really is.

he spends the entirety of the game questioning its existence, questioning its motives, questioning why it is the way it is - eg, ‘if you have any heart within you’ - and talking about how curious he is regarding arceus’s realm beyond this one. another quote worth putting down is this:

Now, if we can find the realm that exists on the reverse side of our world...and meet the creator's unwanted child banished therein... perhaps then we'll be able to understand the nature of almighty Sinnoh itself! Don't you want to see it with your own eyes?!

volo, as we know, is driven by curiosity. he says it himself that he it is in his blood to want to unravel hisui’s greatest mysteries - and what greater mystery is there than that of creation itself? the root of the world? what greater mystery is there than god, and it’s hidden agenda which we cannot understand, with behaviors that go against what we are taught with the actions it takes against its creations, in a realm we cannot reach, where it parades around in avatar to hide a form we cannot fathom? he doesn’t want to just meet arceus: he wants to break it down to a science, he wants to understand it better than anyone else because he believes he is entitled and it is his divine right, and that means going to the very source of it all. he wants to unravel arceus, seam by seam, holy light by holy light.

so he reaches for heaven, towards the divine sun that he also believes himself to be, and aches to tear it down from the sky to marvel at it like a fine marble.

granted, of course... this is nothing volo is meant to see, much less any human. if arceus is in fact eldritch, or at least a being far beyond this mortal plane of understanding, then it’s very likely that seeing it’s true form would drive someone madder with the divinity of it all. but still he will persist, always wanting, reaching, searching, just to try and control something so powerful, something so divine, to take control of his faith and the god who wronged him.

#ooc.#hc.#when i figured this hc out like a month ago i Lost My Shit #scopohobia tw #just to be safe for the icon!

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dreams-of-cerulean · 1 year

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∞:

“What do you want from me!?” the old man screamed hoarsely. His one-eyed gaze desperately hunts for something merciful - compassionate - in her only to find nothing. “Just stop! I’ll tell you anything! Please!” He avoids gazing into the mirror standing a few feet away which revealed what was left of his face and limbs.

> You lift the dentist’s drill away from the man’s mouth, its bit still spattered with flesh.

“James, James, I told you I don’t need anything from you,” she said gently. “And you make me sound so cruel. I left you with an eye, didn’t I?”

“Of course, at the time, you believed that total blindness would enhance my experience,” she said calmly, “But I believe that letting you see the horrors of what I’m doing to you is worse - and I can always put out your other eye.”

> “But what do I know?” you shrug your hands apart, drill in tow, “I’m just an archivist, an amateur. Not an expert like yourself. All I have going for me is being well-read and my memories of what you did to me.”

James keeps his mouth shut. He’s learned not to speak unless it’s to scream or to answer her questions. Not that she’s asked many beyond that of whimsical curiosity - what did he like to eat? what was his favorite animal? He learned very quickly he couldn’t lie to her, and ignoring her has its own consequences.

James immediately flinched as she whirred the drill once more, blood and tooth pulp flicking away.

“Besides I doubt there’s anything you could tell me that your subordinates haven’t.” she brings the bit closer to the man’s squirming head.

“The girl! The girl you’re in!” he hurriedly screeched as the bit came closer to his teeth, “I know why we’re watching her!”

“I already know,” she snorted dismissively, “You’re looking for a herald for your god. Just like 15 years ago when you sacrificed a girl of the church and failed... Now I think that molar of yours has a cavity - it might need to com-”

The drill inches closer to his immobile jaw, its unpleasant screech making him sweat.

"It failed because her alignment wasn’t Kether! She wasn’t a goddess candid- AAHHH!”

The screech of metal on enamel is briefly heard before stopping.

> “Hmm. That’s a little intriguing. Alright, new game. And it might even end well for you.” You smile. “This is your last chance to speak. You talk until my curiosity is satisfied. No lies, no omissions. Otherwise, l cut out your tongue, and we’ll see how long I can keep you alive - I lasted two weeks, I bet I can keep you alive for longer...”

“If you win though, I simply kill you. No more drills, no more knives.” A couple seconds pass in silence before she adds, “I suggest you start talking now.”

He sputters for a moment and then starts babbling for all he’s worth.

“Kethers like that girl have souls furthest from the physical world. It’s because of that they could be used as conduits to similar entities...”

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End:

< Fourth Wall > has been activated.

> You cut open his throat with a metal shard and calmly watch the light in his eye dim. Despite convulsing and choking, his expression turns lax as if letting himself go. And when he finally does turn still, his broken face is relaxed in peace.

> A shitty man dies a death fit for no one.

> You - or rather Samantha Golden - were tempted to renege on the deal, but that wasn’t how you operated. And ultimately it was you who decides.

> From allowing the fragments of Samantha Golden to blend into you by disabling < Fourth Wall >, to convincing the Templars the best way to get information was to pretend you weren’t after it, and to torturing an awful, but ultimately fellow, human being... that was all you.

> You look at the mess of what once was a man.

> A sane person would probably be feeling revulsion, disgust, or even self-hatred right now. But you don’t. Instead, you feel vindicated. Satisfied. A revenge well done. Perhaps not perfect, but you’re a step closer to what you promised yourself and Golden - that you’ll get all these assholes in the end.

> The others have finished up within a day. You’ve been here for three breaking this man, playing the part of a torture victim back from the grave. And now you’re done.

> You were going to go home and return to your daily routine. Pretend that you weren’t a monster hiding in a child’s skin. You were going to say hi to Sato and Sasha, greet your sister and mom, go to bed, and then return to school like nothing ever happened.

> You were glad to have left Sylph and the Blank Canvas at home this entire time. You didn’t want what was supposed to represent your childhood and an echo of your younger sister see what you did here. Maybe that bit of shame was all that separated you from the deep end.

> In any case, you knew a lot more than you did before.

> You don’t have to worry about being unable to find the Radiance anymore.

> They’ve already coming after you.

#end post //#dentistry as torture //#eye trauma mention //#eye gore mention //#torture //#longpost //#meta //#offline::Levant

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polkadotpatterson · 2 years

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fic writer ask game: 7, 16, 17, 30, 42, 50. one or any or all :p

ALL. I do not back down from a challenge

7. Any worldbuilding you’re particularly proud of?

Worldbuilding has always been one of my weaknesses, and I can honestly say I don't think I've ever really been proud of my worldbuilding until The Salt. I can't take credit for creating the world itself, and it's very much been a collaborative effort, but I've contributed so much more to it than I ever thought I could! I'm really proud of how I’ve helped shape the Salt as a place that is also An Entity who is very much alive, and come up with concepts like “what if there was fog when there shouldn't be fog, and a fucked up lighthouse that used people's life force as a beacon” and “okay so you know how there are actually a bunch of cars that got dumped into the real-world Halifax Harbour? what if there's a weird car salesman who tries to sell the old rusty salt cars to people” and “what if there was a cat. but, like, a MYSTERIOUS cat”

like. I love writing about it so much it's so weird and messed up and I love it dearly. look at my strange place-child (that I have shared custody of):

There's a strange, aching loneliness to the Salt, and yet Weston always feels as if they're being watched every time they step out there. In some ways, it's not unlike the prairie; a vast flat expanse, cold and still and silent under the stars, but the quiet of the prairie is comforting. It always made them feel as if they were a part of something, as if they belonged out there with all the other creatures that wandered beneath the open sky, wild and free.

The Salt feels almost hostile, as if it's waiting to decide whether or not they're worthy. They don't want to find out what might happen if it decides they aren't.

All the same, she walks it at night, not wanting to disturb the stillness with the roar of a motorcycle engine. She can be quiet, when the situation calls for it. Respectful. This is her home now, and she will not fear it. The stars are dusted across the sky like little fragments of the Salt itself, white and desolate. There is no warmth to them, or to the lights that flicker here on earth as she walks, signals in the dark that she always ignores. She knows better than to poke a rattlesnake.

No, it's not alive like the prairie. It's… comatose, perhaps. Waiting to die, or to be revived, uncertain of which it would prefer, lashing out in its dreams.

16. What’s an AU you would love to read (or have read and loved)?

one of the AUs that lives rent free in my head is the one where Workman survives the instability but CV ends up forming out of their cloud anyway, and they're like “huh okay I guess I have a vapour child now” and end up in a strange sort of co-parenting situation with Mooney. And then Dot gets unshelled and York falls to the Talkers and the teen squad happens and Dot & Workman happens and Mooney’s wife gets sucked into a black hole and over the grand siesta they’re like hey. let's get a house. so the Patterson-Gloom-TeenSquad-Doctor family gets a nice big house by the sea with a nice big yard for Beasley and Budy to run around in and a lab in the basement for Mooney to do her work and everything is good and happy :)

until the return and York dying and CV running onto the field to take his place

17. What highly specific AU do you want to read or write even though you might be the only person to appreciate it?

This is probably the weirdest possible answer but @mossy-kit came up with this idea of a cheesy hallmark holiday movie AU for the Talkers that I think is just such a fun concept… everyone's in this cute little winter town like “ah yes this is our nice normal everyday lives” except for Lachlan who knows that something is Strange and Wrong here even if he doesn't know exactly what or why… for everyone else it's a happy romcom but for him it's kind of a horror movie because he's trapped in this strange and unsettling place with people who insist that Everything Is Fine And Normal, but it’s not! He knows normal and this isn't it!

Meanwhile, Dot knows exactly what's going on but they're just kind of vaguely amused by it and vibing in Workman’s shoe store.

(We have so many other assorted silly ideas but this post is long enough already lol)

30. Already answered!

42. Have you ever received a comment that particularly stood out to you for whatever reason?

I genuinely treasure every comment I get, the blaseball community is so supportive and wonderful and I always appreciate when people take the time to say something about my writing and feel very blessed that they do <3 Special thanks to:

everyone who's ever said that my writing is what made them care about Dot or the Patterson-Gloom family

My blesties Kit and Kosmo for all their incredibly kind words

pretty much every comment I got on my blaseball-only fic

Crab saying that The Salt is one of the coolest blaseball fanworks ever

But if I had to pick one, it would be Hayden’s comment on apsides: “the love with which you wrote this is astounding. this is the kind of thing where i care about it because you care about it so much, built this whole thing so carefully, and it was phenomenal to read. just... fantastic.”

It reminds me of my favourite comment I ever got on a pokemon fic, where someone said “it feels like i’m reading love” on my PMD fic. bc that’s what it’s all about to me! I want to write things that are full of love even if there’s bad stuff going on too, because that's how you get through it! blaseball in particular is about people sticking together and supporting each other through incredible tragedy and chaos. Yes, I write angsty things, but I want them to be hopeful, too! I want them to be full of love because it's worth fighting for! And I'm so glad when it comes across and people appreciate it <3

50. Answer any question of your choice, or talk about anything you want to talk about!

okay I lied I can't think of anything else so here’s my favourite out of context lines from the hallmark conversation

siblings with a very wacky uncle who definitely never did any murders

the greernch

tony is a halloween decoration that someone left outside and he eventually gained sentience through the magic of christmas

Jasper was Late To Elf Practice

Quack the Reinduck

"Workman, did we....make elf shoes?" "...no?"

HOT FISH WINTER

they come back through the magic of christmas and/or necromancy

#ty astrid!!! sorry this is so many words lol #for those of you who have read the salt and are going wait a minute! there was no car salesman in that!: stay tuned for Salt 2 ;)#for those of you who haven't read the salt: go read the salt #deathmason #answering moistly

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