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purrincess-chat · 3 months

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It's me. Hi! I've commissioned some art from the lovely @wiitchkins who is very nice and works very fast, and you should definitely commission them if you have the chance. I requested a few of Marinette's different looks from my secret project fic that is coming later this year! I can't wait to share the fic with all of you, and I hope you all like it when I start posting it. I'll have more info and teasers on it soon ;) Thank you so much to Noel for bringing our fashion queen to life! <3

#miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain-cheng #ml #commission #cats secret project #aartrp

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cienie-isengardu · 5 months

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MK1 fanfiction

EDIT: now all chapters will be collected under the title of Cracked mirror of black, cold soul

No one asked for it, but as I did not get enough Bi-Han & Shang Tsung interaction, I was forced to write about them myself. The first part is at least done, we will see if I managed to finish the second. Mainly written as a character study of MK1!Shang Tsung, a bit about his relationship with Damashi, General Shao and potential partnership with Sub-Zero post story-mode.

There was a time when Shang Tsung was nothing more than just a pitiful loser clinging to an even more pathetic life. All he could do to survive was to pretend to be someone else, someone better, wiser; someone worthy of trust, someone people like and listen to. Lying to people was easy. Lying to himself anyone would care if he died came much harder and harder with each passing day.

Then came Damashi and offered him not only power but also kindness, a praise for making progress, be it for fulfilling her plans or for his own growing skills. He would gladly burn the world just to earn her smile, a good word, anything really. She made him for the first time in a long long time feel valued, appreciated, even liked despite who he was under all the polite words and charming smiles.

But that was a lie too. A lie he foolishly fell for, like a stray, hungry dog falls for a kind pat on the head and a little treat before the new owner will kick it for fun.

Shang Tsung was many things but definitely not a dog to be kicked, be it by Liu Kang or his Titan self. If none of the gods cared for him, he wouldn't care for them either. And now, after he ran away from prison and a terrifying storm washed him ashore on a deserted island full of magic secrets to unlock, he had time and means to repay each of his pursuers, to make all the realms if not respect his skills then fear them.

Since Damashi’s - his own Titan self’s - betrayal many days and nights have passed and with each Shang Tsung’s mastery of magic grew stronger, his knowledge deepened, his confidence restored and strengthened. He claimed the island as his new home, the impregnable fortress secured by the most wicked, devilish and brilliant traps he could think about and for the first time in ages, he finally felt like belonging to the right place.

It was as good a life as it could be. Not perfect, as Shang Tsung still needed to figure out how to secure his food supplies before he would tame the wild land, unused for years and maybe the animals lurking in the shadows could be useful too. A domestic cattle would be a great addition for sure, as it was the only type of animal he had any skill to maintain but then again, there was no way he would engage in tedious farming. He had no time nor patience for that kind of work yet he did not want any stranger on his island either. All he could do for now was to eat the catched fishes and some plucked from tree fruits while bringing all the needed ingredients and supplies from a quick trip to the land. Using magic portals was a tricky solution - magic brought unwanted attention and once used, always left some traits to follow but after the last storm he did not feel safe on a boat sailing through the open sea. On the land, he did run into some of his former allies, exchanged important news and some secrets here and there, never truly betraying where he was hiding. The General and his men treated Shang Tsung with suspicion, always demanding more than he offered. On the other hand, he and Quan Chi worked well in the past, but after the last betrayal, Shang Tsung couldn’t trust anyone anymore. Everyone blamed him for his Titan self’s lies, like he was the one lying to them all. The Royal Family wanted his head, the Earthrealm Champions hunted him too. It was a mess, amusing and irritating at the same time.

He was going to deal with that matter too, when the right time came. For now, Shang Tsung enjoyed the new found magic - the power awaiting for those who will dare to reach out for it. A power he didn’t need to share with anyone.

Everything would feel much better though if Sub-Zero didn’t somehow find a way to break into his new home like all the deviously set up traps meant nothing.

Shang Tsung should know something was off the moment he felt coldness creeping into his bones, but in all fairness, it was always cold here. He did not have yet an idea how to heat the interior of an abandoned fortress and as much as he liked to not freeze in his own sleep, luxury like that was not on his priority list. He should be more cautious, more focused on the change in the air about him than walking straight into his own room and then be dumstocked at the sight of Sub-Zero looking through his books as if he had lived here forever and Shang Tsung was the unwanted guest.

“Your security is shitty” was all he got as a greeting. Cold, sharp, uncaring words judging him as an incompetent idiot. The bastard did not even bother to look at him, just kept rummaging through the books like it was the only thing worth this attention.

Shang Tsung wasn’t sure what offended him more - being ignored or watching as his precious belongings were touched without his permission. He liked books way more than he liked people.

In the last few years he killed people for less than that yet he smiled his most charming smile, the gears in his head working fast and furious on how to turn the unpleasant situation for his own advantage. The fact that Sub-Zero allowed him to see himself in the open instead of lurking in the shadows to cut his throat gave Shang Tsung a reason for a bit of optimism. As far as he heard from his former, maybe-still-maybe-not allies, Lin Kuei rejected Liu Kang’s authority and were on their own. It of course did not mean that Sub-Zero was his friend or ally nor that he wouldn't murder Shang Tsung at the end of day, either to reconcile with Fire Lord or to bribe the god to let the Lin Kuei be in peace.

Shang Tsung couldn’t blame Bi-Han for that - in this cruel world, everyone was looking after their own best interest, but the vision of losing his life did not sit well with him at all. He wasn’t afraid of fighting and he did beat down great Champions in the last battle, but out of all opponents, it was Sub-Zero's ice axe that was the closest to beheading him for good.

He did not plan to forget that anytime soon.

“What an unexpected surprise,” he said, all the soft, so sweet smile, velvet voice and sharp eyes analyzing the danger standing before him. “What can I do for you, my friend? Or did you just miss my humble company?”

He teased with feigned innocence because men hated when he said ridiculous stuff like that. Shang Tsung hated it himself, because he knew no one would miss him at all.

“For one, drop the false politeness” came Sub-Zero’s cold reply, a mix of disapproval and command that Shang Tsung was so used to, because this was how people treated him, the real him, all his life. “We are not friends.”

There was a flare of anger in Shang Tsung now, the desire to prove himself the superior, not a pitiful dog anyone could kick and command - but he knew better than to allow this fire to burn inside him. Emotions were a weakness he couldn’t afford. Did the man even know how much he provoked the sorcerer with his cold disdain? Shang Tsung had no idea. He heard a lot of stories about Lin Kuei; even in the backwater hole from which he crawled out everyone heard the terrifying tales of Fire Lord’s secret army. Of the ice demons stealthier than shadows and more deadly than night itself and for a long time Shang Tsung did not think of them as living beings from this world.

Still… Sub-Zero was mortal, wasn’t he? A special one no doubt, with control over ice yet he could bleed too. Shang Tsung wondered for a moment what he could find under the fine, cold skin if he ever had a chance to look for the answer. An ice demon, human or hybrid of both?

“But we are still allies, aren’t we?” he asked, still polite and careful, yet walking up to the other man with his typical swagger. Not close enough to be in arm reach, but close enough to show he wasn’t that easily intimidated.

The great military hero of Edenia always looked down on his movements; how he fought, how he gesticulated, how he walked. No self-respecting soldier would walk like some pleased prostitute after a well-paid job, the General said not once nor twice and all Shang Tsung could do then was to smile the brightest smile and thank him, like his disdain was the best praise he heard that day. The only thing they really have in common, beside the desire to take down Sindel’s regime, was being self-made men for both worked hard to be who they were. Yet General came from an old, aristocratic family with even older military tradition and everything that did not fit his narrow-minded idea of the world was treated with hostility and contempt.

Shang Tsung’s skinny body, swagger, shrewdness, curiosity and wordiness unsurprisingly annoyed the great warrior and to say he took no pleasure in that fact would be a blatant lie. Even if it was childish and unproductive pleasure, it amused him to know how little effort he needed to test the patience of such a stern and manly man.

Sub-Zero reminded him a lot of Shao and he suspected it was the soldier thing; the body built for fight and hardship, no-nonse attitude and the way both men moved - with deadly precision and confidence only a person that in fact killed an enemy in battle could muster. Even the way they spoke sounded similar, a barked command that everyone around instinctively wanted to obey, either out of respect or fear.

For that similarity alone, Shang Tsung expected the Lin Kuei Grandmaster to snarl at him some nasty remark about how his Titan self betrayed them all and thus how little he himself was worth of anyone’s trust. Anything to put the sorcerer down even a bit, to remind him what a failure he was.

“That is yet to be seen” was all the Grandmaster said, finally glancing from the book to Shang Tsung.

It was hard to read anything from the man’s face, as half of it was hidden behind that damned Lin Kuei mask. All he could do was to rely on the move of a brew and the incantation of voice, each syllable, a moment of pause. It was a hard task, as the man showed no emotions and spoke so little so far. But the sorcerer knew there was anger, always lurking in each word spoken by Sub-Zero, but also… an excitement at finally being free of Liu Kang’s control. As Damashi foretold.

Shang Tsung couldn’t help but to think there was something much deeper about Damashi's interest in breaking Lin Kuei from Fire Lord than he ever suspected before. Back then the choice sounded logical - every action that would deprive Liu Kang of the advantage was worth taking so he did not question his benefactor. How could he, really? Now though? The truth burned him to the core and he learned the hard way that each of Damashi’s words had a hidden meaning, each action served a different goal than was promised; the victory he was in fact never part of. Yet… even the deepest shade of lie had a grain of truth. He knew that one well, for he lied all his life.

His Titan self for some reason wanted not so much the Lin Kuei itself as the Sub-Zero specifically on his side. Maybe more than Titan Shang Tsung even wanted his own younger self, corrupted by Liu Kang.

The mere thought made him want to curse all gods alike. There was no difference for him between Liu Kang and his Titan-self, as both played him like some pawn, not even an important figure. Just pawn, to hold away from power, to sacrifice it when times would come.

But there was more to it than just jealous anger and the never ending feeling of never being good enough. If Sub-Zero meant so much, if not in the grand scheme of things itself then just for personal satisfaction of Titan, then maybe he could be important to Shang Tsung’s own plans. Allies were hard to come by and these days he could use some, well, not protection really, he was done with living under someone else's wing but he wouldn’t say no to some partnership or at least casual support. The little favor here and there where things were still thick and troublesome to deal on your own. After all, freedom always came at some cost.

Maybe Sub-Zero came to the same conclusion and his unexpected visit was just a reconnaissance. They were more alike than one would think, as similar desires drove them into this madness of Titans. To prove their own might and skills to all those that looked down on them their whole life. But above everything else, to be free and powerful enough to keep that freedom.

To his own surprise, Shang Tsung took comfort in that thought.

If they were meant to stay allies - or as close two stubborn outcasts with grudge against gods could rely on each other, some sacrifices were to be made. Shang Tsung did something he rarely did - he dropped the false politeness under which he hid himself for years.

“How did you find me?” he asked Sub-Zero directly, raising his chin challengingly. He was not afraid of Lin Kuei, just curious.

“You are not as careful as you think you are” Bi-Han answered with no less challenging stare, yet the flick of an amusement in his eyes was unmistakable. Shang Tsung knew the man was smirking under that damned mask and that thought alone made him puff in anger.

The brown eyes shone even more.

Sub-Zero moved from his place, slowly walking from one bookshelf to another. His fingers traced books, never stopping at any particular volume, but always touching the book spines, like there was something interesting in their textures. The man did not pay attention to Shang Tsung and not really to books either. He was studying the room itself. The sorcerer couldn’t place why it bothered him so much but he knew better than to allow Sub-Zero to learn even the most trivial things about himself or his fortress.

Damashi warned him against that the first day when she spoke about Lin Kuei. They are thieves, the mysterious being said, all grace and patience and praise for the unwanted Shang Tsung who drank in her words like the wisdom of gods, who will steal your fortune, life and secrets. Always be on your guard around them, especially around the one named Sub-Zero. If only he was smarter back then, less in need to please his generous benefactor, maybe he could hear in her sweet voice the longing for something, someone, that was not anymore. For the old partnership that was broken and defiled by Liu Kang’s peaceful vision of the world. But he was a fool who thought her yearning was for him alone.

Shang Tsung was done with being played like a fool.

“Who told you about my island?” he demanded, voice still quiet yet no less burning with an old anger. He would get his answers, whatever kindly or by force.

A long sigh escaped Sub-Zero’s lips and frankly it took him out by surprise. Shang Tsung - or rather his Titan self - knew the man was running on frustration for years, but that sounded as a whole new level of annoyance.

“I heard about it from Havik, who heard that from Rain, who heard that from Reiko, who heard that from Shao, who heard about it from Quan Chi. But the whole Sun Do is full of similar gossip.”

For a moment none of them spoke. Shang Tsung stared at Sub-Zero’s impassive, half-hidden face that still somehow emanated his disgust at their maybe-allies-maybe-not-but-definitely-idiots who apparently couldn’t keep a secret to save their own life. The feeling was mutual, because this was the reason why the sorcerer hated working with others. No one apparently could keep their mouth shut down if you didn’t help make that permanently.

He closed eyes and rubbed his forehead, like that could ward off all the bad thoughts assaulting his mind right now. His fingers were cold, too cold for his liking, unpleasantly stiff and numb. He did not like how the mere presence of a cryomancer affected his body, how it made him shiver and weak. He was an Edenian for fuck’s sake, and Edenia did not even know what winter cold was. He did not know that himself, until Damashi led him to a snow-covered fortress and he almost freezed there the first night.

It took him a moment to realize something bad was happening. He couldn’t focus, all his senses dulled, body so clumsy and weak. As if his energy suddenly dropped to zero and fatigue was taking over. A flash of panic crossed his mind, but he was too tired, too cold to even be afraid for his life.

He had no idea how long he remained in the grip of this piercing soul frost. A few seconds? Days? He couldn’t even say. What mattered was that once the control of his senses came back, he was still alive and Sub-Zero gone.

And the fact the bastard stole a few of his precious scrolls and books.

***

The books showed up on his desk a few days later. There was no thank you or sorry about that note, not even the fuck you, loser. Shang Tsung both admired the man's boldness and hated him for it. Still he appreciated the books were returned in a good condition, as there was not a single scratch on any of them, not even a new page crease. He had no idea if that was some sort of weird Lin Kuei’s way to test him, disrespect or Sub-Zero took the books simply because he wanted to read them but he was a bastard with no sense of social politeness to just ask as any normal human being would. Damashi mentioned cryomancers were naturally difficult like that.

Shang Tsung had better things to do than to wonder what the check was wrong with Sub-Zero yet he was too curious for his own sake. Sadly, the titles alone did not say anything useful on the matter and even though he read each book just in case, there was hardly anything worth the time it took to finish them. No grand secrets revealed, no magic or military knowledge, not even historical value. Just some technical nonsense that bore him to death and if Sub-Zero was into stuff like that then no wonder the man lacked any social grace.

The Grandmaster of Lin Kuei so far did not try to kill him and returned the books so Shang Tsung decided to give him the benefit of doubt and so he did not cross out the man from the list of potential allies. It did not stop him however from improving the traps just in case the man decided to return solely to steal again.

***

The scrolls showed up on his desk three days later. Their appearance actually worried Shang Tsung, not just because the trap again turned out to be useless. He was not worried even by the possibility Sub-Zero found some secret entrance he did not know about yet. No, what worried him was the fact he spent the whole morning in his chamber and walked out for like twenty minutes at best and when he returned, the scrolls WERE. THERE.

That actually unnerved him much more than he wanted to admit.

The scrolls turned out to be written in a language Shang Tsung did not even know and the implication that Lin Kuei could read it only added to the feeling of cold unease. There was however a note left on the scrolls; a small paper with only Royal Army searching the coast written in Shang Tsung’s own language.

He was not afraid of empress Mileena’s army but he did appreciate the warning. Of course, the warning could be a fraud, a means to build trust only to betray him. The common sense advised caution yet there was a weird sense of peace within Shang Tsung. A hope or hunch, he did not know, but deep in his heart he felt everything was alright.

All he could do for now was wait to see if Sub-Zero will lead the enemy to his fortress or not. So he waited.

(The fact that another book disappeared with Sub-Zero did not surprise him much. Irritated, yes, but not worried. For some reason he felt everything was like it should be, like some almost forgotten memory of past life came back to him and the sense of deja vu was weirdly comforting.)

#mortal kombat #shang tsung #bi han #sub zero #cienie's fanfiction #and to think i started to write if for the cat propaganda that i did not use yet lol #i'm here for #bi han and shang tsung #relationship colored by various source material #sub zero's love for ancient scrolls full of secret knowledge though in this fic he steals stuff for sektor's project from the mk1 ending #and how he get inside a highly secured places #and don't tell me i'm the only one to think damashi was special person to shang tsung #also lol at how all of the bad guys gossip no one in mk cast know what secret means or what? XD #as for bi han's powers i was inspired by mk book i guess #and it turned out like he changed the ambient temperature unnoticed until it was too late and then get the hell away with books XD

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theimpossiblescheme · 4 months

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On clearer nights, when the near-constant clouds and light pollution saw fit to lift a little, you could actually see the stars above the Junkyard. On those occasions, Mistoffelees liked to celebrate by creating a few stars of his own. All the kittens who could stay awake that long would gather at the base of the old car boot as Misto sat above them, waving his paws like he was conducting a symphony, and conjured bursts of color and light. Wheels of red, flashes of green, streaks of blue and purple, and bright flutters of pink and yellow. Better than any human fireworks display as they pranced among the existing stars, bouncing between them with frenetic energy or taking the forms of various constellations to tear through the sky on shimmering paws. Sometimes they would whistle down to ground level, daring Electra or Pouncival to join in the game and chase or touch them, only to explode into sparkles if they got too close. And every time, they would cheer and clap their paws and beg for him to do it again, and Misto would grin from ear to ear and gladly oblige.

Demeter could never remember Macavity using his magic so frivolously. For him, magic was like… a sword, she supposed. One of those enormous lumps of steel humans needed two hands to wield, and even then not very gracefully. Heavy, cruel, devastatingly effective at knocking both the wind from your body and every thought from your head… but in essence, just a blunt instrument. A tool he used to get what he wanted in the quickest, most brutal way possible. And apparently equally exhausting to use, too–Macavity always wielded his magic like every time might be the last time, so he may as well make it count. One massive blow like he was trying to level the entire battlefield at once, and that was it–back to claws and teeth and wits, never daring to let on how much had been taken out of him. It used to fill Demeter with concern, but in the later days it became a mingling of fear and dread.

She’d wanted very much to be afraid of Misto when they first met. But he made that very hard, even from the word go. How could she be afraid of any magical cat who wielded his power so gently, so joyfully? Who seemed aware of what a tremendous gift he’d been given and wanted to share it with everyone (even just for the sake of showing off a bit). Who thought nothing of “wasting” his magic and would use it for anything from lighting a broken streetlamp to setting Tugger’s tail on fire. Who greeted you with fire and chaos and something ancient and unknowable in his soul (how many lives had the Everlasting Cat given him, Demeter often wondered), but reflected back the creation of some new star you’d never seen before and left you with glee and wonder instead.

Who reveled in that act of creation, never destruction, even if it was little bits of illusion like this that wouldn’t last. But then again, she had seen him bring Old Deuteronomy back seemingly from the dead. There was something comforting about a cat who could do something like that still wanting to do silly little color and light shows for a bunch of kittens. “Comforting” wasn’t really a word that felt immediately intuitive for Misto, not the way it did with Munkustrap or Deuteronomy himself; but when they danced together at midnight and smirked at each other over familiar beats in Gus’s stories, that was exactly the way he felt to Demeter. Which, these days, was one of the highest compliments she could give.

Presently, Misto was asking for more “walkabout” requests. A chorus of little voices immediately rang out, only to descend into arguing about We’ve already seen that one, that one’s not real, you always ask for that one, do something cooler this time! With no consensus reached, Misto cocked a sly eyebrow at Demeter across from him, where she was lounging across the steps to the tire. After a moment’s contemplation, she asked for the Lynx–it was always her favorite constellation, even if the Lion was more impressive. He gave her a brisk nod, clapping his paws together and rubbing them briskly before opening them with a flourish and blowing the sparks from his claws. Sure enough, the sparks coalesced to form the figure of a great spectral beast, lumbering down to earth in a mass of flickering gold like a swarm of fireflies. Tumblebrutus gasped in delight and Jemima gripped her little sister’s shoulders as it passed, stopping in front of Demeter and lowering into a deep bow at her feet.

She knew how she must look as she glanced up at her friend–like a kitten herself seeing the Jellicle Moon for the first time, a big dopey smile across her face. Misto echoed the smile back at her and cocked his head to one side, beckoning her to join them. And she did, rising from the steps and coming to sit behind Pounce and her daughters, but not before reaching out a claw to touch and scatter the stardust before her.

#Little sneak-peek to a similar Secret Santa project I'm working on right now... <3 #cats the musical #demeter #mistoffelees

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plan-3-tmars · 8 months

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okay i know I preach about voting however you want because that's the point of milgram but I genuinely don't know how you can listen to kazui's voice drama and then vote him guilty

kazui is litteraly asking es to give him a reason to stop lying (cough cough an innocent vote)

an innocent vote is NOT going to make Kazui think what he did was right, nor that lying was a good call. He didn't think that in Trial 1, he hasn't shown any signs of thinking that in Trial 2 and that is not the thought process he will go down in Trial 3!!!

He's not asking for his lies to he forgiven, he's asking to be FREED from them. The guilt of what his lies caused now more then ever is waying so heavily down on him that he just wants to see a reason that tells him that telling the truth will be okay and that his 'sin' is not this horrible thing that he or others around him chalks itself to be

#im not saying i understand him better then you... but if you want to take it that way!#joking joking im not serious #obviously i cant predict the future but i highly doubt an innocent vote will make him think he did the right thing all along #you guys forget that he genuinely cared about hinako and still does #yes he feels guilty for her death because he was the reason for it but also that was his friend bro!!!!#just because he didnt love her romantically and was well aware of that while going into their marriage #doesnt mean he didnt feel bad about what he was doing!!! he did!!! his sad moping is litteraly everywhere in half and cat!!!!!!!#maybe its because im gay and can relate heavily to the feeling of being terrified that someone will find out your dirty secret #hashtag outted gang #but idk... i just dont think he deserves such a tight ratio #milgram project #kazui mukuhara #milgram

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tontalunar · 9 months

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Cat Cafe Mishap; Progress Report 1

I was serious about making the dating sim >:^D so this is gonna be a really long post (wip name, im up for ideas :[])

Started actually making the game earlier today, it looks like shit but that's how most games start lol here are some screenshots

Then I realized I had to give Rick a coworker so I made a quick OC, if anyone has some good name suggestions let me know!

Made and cleaned up a sketch of the game's icon and then i made it pink and cutesy, so I have two versions. Was tired when i made it so it's a bit rough

AND FINALLY, I have some concept art of the title screen

Empty space around rick is for the characters i may or may not add later on, but I'm getting ahead of myself teehee (I can't draw flipphones skull)

#spooky month rick #spooky month kevin #spooky month radford #spooky month bitterpopcorn #spooky month sourcandy #spooky month fanart #spooky month #spooky month dating sim #cat cafe mishap #cat cafe mishap progress report #concept art #rick hedony #spooky month rick hedony #spooky month oc #long post #I’m bad at keeping projects secret I just always gotta tell the world 😭#ricks wearing clip on earrings #is it obvious I love Rick?#tontalunar’s art

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mayhemlovesenvy · 4 days

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Testing scenes 🕯💜🤍 (and also me yapping (wayyy too much) under the cut) (you've been warned)

Fixing the arc camp has proven to be harder than I thought,,, it's really damn hard to write 5 parallel stories at the same time in comic(?) Format, bc in the series it's a bit of each group per chapter (except the funtimes part but fuck them)

My idea is to just. Finish each group story and tie them up in the end. Shape of you time and they sing so bad cami dies. But since I want to give them more to do I confuse myself,,,, and also owynn didn't exist so I have to stick him somewhere, and also eak and ttrap do smth else, and also Margo is a whole thing

And Im going crazy BUT IM ENJOYING THE CRAZY. It's like suffering with math but instead of numbers it's just text and I do it for fun bc crazy? I was crazy once. They locked me into a room. A rubber room. A rubber room with rats. The rats drove me crazy.

So. What are you seeing in the drawings?? Those orange/red blobs are fire thingies, and the bighead kids are around them :3

- bonnie, freddy, ann, aiden (who would be looking away from the fire lol)

- Meg, joy, bon and spring (but they're not by the fire)

- The nightmares (+ toddy)

' And then probably the funtimes + pup and mai

Where golden? Well with his dad + other rich parents + jeffrey and he's looking sadly bc damn. He wants to be there :( or maybe be just really likes looking at fire and wants to be closer who knows

is jeffrey who lets her go with her friendos !!!¡! Hoorrray jeffrey. Also gives him the lighter

Then golden fucking dies

And jeffrey is on a date with vincent :)) bc he can and he wants and I want them to, too

And . And this is where i go crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once

Bc yes this is about golden BUT ALSO it IS jeffrey's big moment as fucking well. The fire both from the lighter and the candle representing literally how he's warming up to the idea of forming actual, meaningful relationships with people. He WORRIES so he starts to CARE which means he starts to DO .

HE STOPS BEING A BITCHHHH AND WE LOVE THAT FOR HIM AND IIIII AMMMM GOING CRAZY. oh also Golden in that time decides to escape once they get back home but that will be a s2 problem that def wont develop Golden's father and jeffrey a bit more and realize how fucked up they actually are (maybe). And def wont end with golden left as homeless and pathetic for the joke I PROMISE I DOOOOOOOO

Okay. So. Um. The fire represents the want to have relationships (any type). Golden longs for fire (a family) Jeffrey lights it for him (show that maybe he can give him one);

but Jeffrey is the one asking for a deeper relationship to Vincent represented throught a candle (and asking for/having a date), or smth like that. Needs more work. Maybe. What matters is that Jeffrey wants more *with* vin (not of, with) while vincent thinks he overstepped wayyy to much and is in this weird attempt to gain control over it by sabotaging himself. The fire IS THERE RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM BUT IT WILL DIE IF HE WAITS TOO LONG OR IF HE BLOWS IT .. AAAAAGHHHHHHHHH. The chance is there and he has to take it. And yes Golden takes the lighter aka golden acepts the chance while vin... lets it drip..lets the wax burn him, but he will run out of time

#um. i got too excited abt this one im sorry #but then again this is just a tiny fraction of what goes in my head all the time and that is probably worrying #jeffrey save me save me jeffrey #jeffrey has to save us all #fnafhs #secret silly project #vinrey #vincent x jeffrey #vincent abston #jeffrey allen #gabriel golden #vincent is soo mentally ill i love him #me and the wet cat men that gaslight gatekeep malewife self sabotage boyfailure amd treathens people no matter if theyre 20 or 11 #fhs

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secrets-off-blog · 1 month

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Hello! This is the first post of the Secrets official Tumblr account! Secrets is a passion project with it’s first episode in productions right now! This tumblr was made to bring attention to it and it’s story, some posts will be about the story or episode release dates! Or some characters and their information! So if you’re interested in this project follow any information here! (The art above is a drawing of Hollow /the main villain of S1)

#Secrets #hollow #hollow secrets #passion project #show #upcoming #official art #upcoming show #official update #official media #announcement #show announcement #new show #indie show #art #warrior cats #cats

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purrincess-chat · 3 months

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I finished chapter 1 of my secret project! ☺️ I'm hoping to really tackle writing it this year. As of right now, I have 37ish chapters planned, and I will plan to announce it when I get around 10 done. Having officially started on the writing for it, I'm feeling motivated to work on it more, so hopefully I'll be able to tell you all about it soon. 😘

#cat speaks #cats secret project #aartrp #dear agony

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