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paulodybaeeela · 1 year
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Most people on unemployment 🤨😕☹️
James: 😁😄
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reapersluxury · 6 months
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What if Michael was the one who was killed by the bite?
This au is based on the timeline made by The Game Theorist team (Very loosely)
This is an informal post about the Afton family in the au I'm working on. I'll do some more info posts later on as I figure some more stuff out. As well as art. Like I really wanna draw this stuff 👀...
Afton family
William Afton - serial killer
/same as before kills a bunch of kids then gets spring locked
Michael Afton - Dies
/after a fatal head injury while trying to prank his younger brother Evan.
Evan Afton - Finds out about his father
/After growing into a paranoid young adult with no help from his father and sister he sets out to
undo all the harm his father caused. Able to see the dead, he speaks with Michael sometimes.
/During an investigation of his childhood home to see what he could uncover and finding the
bunker Elizabeth loyal to her father’s work pushes him into the scooping room where he was
thought to have died as well. (He doesn’t and has the soul of Cassidy inside him keeping him
alive as basically a corpse.
Elizabeth Afton - Daddy’s little girl.
/She was always such a good girl and once she caught wind of her father’s work she tired her
best to help him anyway she could. After his pronounced death she didn’t believe it and went
looking. He was alive and fused into the Spring Bonnie suit she had grown to love over the
years.
/One night while working with her father to gather more remnant from their latest catch Evan
stumbled into their lab where she pushed him into the scooping room, she believes that he is
dead and that they have gathered his reminet. (they didn’t)
/William is angry and scolds his daughter for killing her brother. None the less they flee the lab
and take what they can to a new location. Where Elizabeth to show not only that she is sorry but
also to show her dedication to her father lets him extract her reminet and put it into the bot they
were using to gather kids. Becoming Baby.
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aymayzing · 3 years
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Don't do that, it'll only hurt, from the WiP ask?? And I'm also intrigued by the I Cried Power one 👀👀
Thank you for the ask!
Okay, so Don't do that. It'll only hurt is very much a work in progress. It's a prompt I got here on Tumblr and still haven't posted as I don't have much done. It's going to be a small Handers.
I Cried Power, now that one has more to it. It's Lys x Dorian, though that is not the main focus of the fic. It's mostly about the way politics in Thedas work and how crucial alliances are - and how people show who they're affiliated with. Here's a longer excerpt, since I really like this one but I got stuck and don't know if I'll ever post it:
Magister Dorian Pavus doesn’t flaunt his status as one of the Lucerni. Everyone knows which side he backs. Far more interesting is, who backs magister Pavus? He's wealthy and popular, smart and charismatic – but these are not the only reasons for his quick rise to power in Tevinter.
Anyone who visits any of the many Pavus’s estates – maybe discounting the one still occupied by the magister’s mother – quickly learns that too. It’s especially obvious in his mansion in Minrathous, where the most important people visit him.
There are many clues scattered through the halls – a beautiful armor with a symbol of an eye and a flaming sword in the foyer. A series of crayon drawings, showing a man with twirled mustache, an elf clad in red, another elf with longer hair, a dwarf and a lot of bees, hung along one of the corridors. The staff Pavus is usually seen with is unlike any other in the Imperium – made out of dark brown wood, with spikes forming a crown at the top, holding in place an enchanted human skull, which always hums with spirit magic.
But the most important clue is in the magister’s study. When one speaks of a ‘study’ of a magister, it’s not about the room, in which the magister actually works – such rooms are jealously guarded against competition and often even family members are not allowed entry. No, in this case it’s the study, where the magister speaks with his guests – political allies and rivals, his clientelae – people he takes care of, in exchange for their support.
The study of magister Dorian Pavus is a spacious, round room. There are four big windows, located across the room from each other, looking out to the mansion’s garden, which most of the year is filled with blooming pink, orange and yellow flowers and fruit bearing trees. In between the windows are floor-to-ceiling bookstands, filled with books on varying topics – from long, boring treaties on Tevinter history, through the latest books by Brother Genitivi, to two shelves dedicated exclusively to Varric Tethras' novels.
In the middle of the room stands a desk – a big, heavy ebony desk, with half a dozen of drawers and four golden legs. It’s a family heirloom – the desk served eleven generations of magisters Pavuses, carefully taken care of by their slaves, now paid servants, each ink stain removed with magic. On one side of the desk stands a small, blue, satin upholstered sofa. On the other, on the side with the drawers, is a matching chair with wide armrests – the seat of the magister. The seats are much newer than the desk itself – it’s much harder to take care of soft silk, than lacquered ebony. It’s behind that chair, where the most important declaration of Pavus’s allegiance is.
The wall behind this chair is bare, no windows, no books. Only a painting in a golden frame. The painting is large, for it takes up almost the whole wall. On it, one can see magister Dorian Pavus – he sits in a chair with a high back, visible in half-profile to the viewer, as if to show off his well-formed nose. His gray eyes are lined with kohl and his hair is shorter than in reality – the painting must’ve been created a few years back. The black mole under Dorian’s eye looks more like a heart on the painting – hard to say whether that was intentional. Pavus seems proud, but in a casual, comfortable way, smiling at the viewer lightly from under his glorious, twirled mustache. Dorian is wearing long black, sleeveless robes, embroidered with golden snakes and he wears a matching bracelet - another golden snake wrapped around his right arm. Magister’s birthright, a big, golden pendant, hangs from his neck and his fingers are adorned in rings made out of precious metals.
Next to Dorian and slightly behind him is painted another man – an elf. He stands tall and proud, his right hand resting on the back of Dorian’s chair, while the left arm ends above the elbow.
His handsome face is pale but covered in freckles and a big, dark brown tattoo, which looks a lot like a tree – with the crown on the man’s forehead and the roots twirling down his face and disappearing under his clothes. The smile he wears amplifies the two scars he has – a small cut on his lower lip and a deep slash on his right cheek. His golden-green eyes are big – he is an elf, after all – and he looks at the viewer kindly. His outfit is simpler than Dorian’s embroidered robe but it’s still a fine outfit – brown leather pants and thigh-high boots, a long, green coat with a Dalish pattern over a white shirt with a V-shaped decolletage. The sleeve on the elf's left hand is tucked up, so it would end where his hand does. He also wears some jewelry – golden earrings on his long, pointy ears and one delicate, golden ring shaped like a snake, the tip of its tail and it’s open jaws holding an amber with a small flower in it.
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