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shaesinflames · 3 months

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🌥️ Rainbow Factory Infection AU🌥️

Hello everypony!! Ive been loving the infection stuff and wanted to jump onto the trend myself with an AU that came to me very suddenly. I'm gonna try and get all my thoughts out here:

☁️ Scootaloo fails her flying assessment by getting disqualified for checking on her injured friend who had crashed during their turn. The two of them get taken to the Rainbow Factory as a punishment for their failure, and quickly realize the deadly situation they're in.

🌈 There are few dozen pegasi there already. All of their wings have been torn off of them, their cutiemarks are branded over, and chains are fastened around either their legs or neck. They all seem so... dull. As if the color has been stolen from them.

☁️ Rainbow Dash enters to examine the new sacrifices, and is mortified when she sees Scootaloo. She had trained her every day to prevent this from happening; she never wanted the pony she thought of as a little sister to end up here. Dash had to quickly decide if she was more loyal to her career, or to her friends.

🌈 She chooses Scootaloo. This does not go over well. Whether you enter the Rainbow Factory as a prisoner or an employee, you were not allowed to leave until you died. Rainbow Dash grabs Scootaloo and attempts to flee with her.

☁️ A chase ensues. She realizes that even if they do escape, they wouldn't be free. They would be hunted for as long as the factory existed. The answer suddenly seems obvious. Dash veers away from the exit and heads deeper into the building, straight for the core.

🌈 Because of her high status in the company (and a lot of kicking), Rainbow Dash gets into the restricted access room and corrupts the core, sparking a reactor meltdown. Her and Scootaloo manage to escape seconds before the core collapses, and the Rainbow Factory is lost to the rainbows it created.

☁️ Not long after, ponies begin to emerge from the ruins. Well, they seem to still be ponies. Mostly ponies. The Inital Victims. The pegasi who had been deemed useless and dispensable in one way or another, and had been put through torture for weeks or months in order to drain them of their very magic and soul.

🌈 The Victims seem to have a symbiotic relationship with the Rainbow Infection in their body. They live just out of reach of death; gaunt and hollow, yet somehow surviving. Blind, weak, and terrified, they seem to believe they're still trapped in the factory, and will viciously maul any living being they sense with a newfound strength. So far, they don't seem to be curable, or killable.

☁️ The Infected pegasi have a much more unpleasant experience. Every waking moment is nothing but agony as the infection consumes their magic and feast on their vessel, reducing them to nothing more than another fluffy white cloud looming in the sky.

🌈 The Infected aren't hostile, and seem to still be lucid up until their death. However, they are incredibly contagious, and the final stage of the infection seems to be designed specifically to further the disease.

☁️ Unicorns and Earth ponies are completely immune to the Rainbow Infection. Alicorns are not. The princess's have been barricaded in Celestia's castle to protect them all.

🌈 Without any pegasi to moderate the weather, it has become increasingly unpredictable and harsh, making typical farm work almost impossible. The Survivors are getting low on rations, and they're getting desperate and hungry.

I think thats about it. Idk at the time of writing this its 3am lol.

#tw body horror #my little pony friendship is magic #my little pony infection au #mlp fim #my little pony #mlp au #infection au #rainbow factory #rainbow factory au #shaes art #procreate #digital art #alternate universe

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lumi077 · 6 months

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Hi there! I absolutely love your fanfic on jealous rainbow factory Wally, and was wondering if you could make another fanfic of him with the reader? It could be anything (please no angst I’m a sensitive gal). Have a great day!

Hello there lovely! This took forever and I am so sorry for that <3 I've just been quite the busy bee lately. So here's your man, I hope you enjoy.

Late Nights into Early Mornings: Warnings: None, just some nice fluff with trauma magnet RF!Wally

Darkness flitted into the room, the lamp on your nightstand could only do so much to fight off the tendrils of darkness from the room, and your eyes flickered to the clock next to the lamp. It was very late, later than he said it would be when he finished up. 3 am. You have to give him credit, if it weren’t for you seeking out his warmth in your sleep you would have never known, but now that you do you can’t simply leave things be. No, you're his wife and so the duty of dragging him to bed is yours.

A groan escaped your lips and you heaved yourself up from the lying position, one hand going to rub the sleep out of your eyes. Lifting the blankets that provided mouth watering warmth and comfort, your feet made contact with the floor. Which was freezing, making you shiver at the intense temperature difference. You could almost curse him for not being truthful tonight, you were exhausted and now here you were at 3 in the morning trekking to retrieve your husband.

Your soft padding footsteps echoed throughout the hallway, your arms tucked to your chest to contain some of the heat from your bed. It was dark, the white glow of the moon shining through the large windows was your only source of light. Another thing you would have to scold him about, but not tonight. Or rather this morning, way later in the morning maybe.

Eventually your sleep muddled brain reawakened itself to see that you were finally at his office door, lights shined through the crack between the door and its frame and you felt yourself deadpan. You could also hear the shuffling of papers and his breathing, and you sighed.

Not bothering to knock at this point, you shouldered the door open and looked at the culprit of this light night escapade. “Walden.” You sighed, voice thick with sleep and brilliant eyes muddled.

The 6,11 man you called your husband jumped like a startled cat, wide eyes looking at your half lidded one with well hidden sheepishness “My love.” His own voice was affected by sleep as well, or the lack of it.

“What do you think you're doing?” Your deadpan made itself well known as you started in open disapprovement. “You said you would wrap all this up 4 hours ago for god's sake.” Your hand reached up to lightly pinch at your nose bridge in exasperation.

Silence was all that answered you, he knew that nothing he could say would excuse this at all.

“Mm.” you hummed, hand falling away and resting at your side. “Well, let’s go then.”

He nodded and stood from his chair, the grating sound of the chair dragging on the floor made you wince. But you held out your hand, and soon the warmth of his skin slid against your own as he gripped your hand in his vice grip.

“I’m sorry.” He eventually stated as you two walked the halls to go back to your shared room. Your eyes flickered to look at him in your peripheral and you repressed a sigh. “It’s…alright.” You mumbled, leaning on his arm as you two walked side by side and hand in hand. “You can’t keep doing this though. You’ll crash sooner rather than later.”

He knew you were right, I mean c’mon you are barely ever wrong when it comes to his limits. You knew him so well, it was a surprise you didn’t scold him like a child. “I know…” he trailed off, bringing your intertwined hands to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles.

It made you giggle, free hand going to cover your mouth as you smiled “I know you know, but you never listen. You’re too stubborn for your own good.”

He conceded to that, nodding “You know me so well, my love.” He hummed in his baritone voice, opening the door for you before entering himself and closing it with a click.

“Ooh Mr. Darling, what am I too do with you.” You giggled and shook your head, teasing.

“I don’t know Mr./Mrs. Darling, what are you going to do with me?” He tilted his head, long blue hair cascading down his shoulders as he took off his lab coat and threw his shirt over his head.

You sat down on the bed, snuggling back into your pillows as your husband got ready for bed. Shortly after he joined you, arms snaking around your waist and pulling you into his chest. His warmth spread over you like the softess blanket and sighed happily.

“This is much better.” You muttered, head going to rest on his chest and arms wrapping around his neck.

He hummed lowly in agreement, one clawed hand going to massage your scalp and play with your hair, his robotic hand rubbing soothing circles on your back.

“And you tried to skip out on this.” You pressed a soft kiss to his chest, right above where his heart was hammering away.

He purred quietly, a soothing sound that lulled you even closer to sleep.

“Just go to sleep, my darling.” He mumbled in your ear before giving it a small kiss. “You can scold me in the morning, way later in the morning.”

You giggled, eyes drooping and voice nothing but a whisper. “Ok…”

Being in the arms of the man who stole your heart worked wonders on allowing you to sleep again.

#rf! wally x reader #lumiwritings #welcome home x reader #rf wally #wally darling x reader #walden darling #welcome home #welcome home au

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frostythievery · 3 months

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I'm not immune to pony propaganda! The return of mlp horror has brought back my mlp phase, only I don't think it's a phase anymore. I've watched it before, but I could never get past season 1 lul

Naturally, my take on the infection begins with a miscommunication inside the gruesome Rainbow Factory. RF and Cupcakes are canon to this AU of mine, though they diverge from the stories. Scootaloo hasn't taken the flight test yet, and Pinkie pulled a different Pony's number.

Dash tries to keep this upset under wraps at first but it somehow got out in Cloudsdale. It mutates, going from the Pegasi, and starts to infect Unicorns and Earthponies.

I'm slowly working on 6 Special Infected, based after the Mane Six! I have three done so far, but I'll wait to post them when I finish the rest.

This whole au is also heavily inspired by Left 4 Dead!

Rainbow Dash facts: She was holed up in the factory for a while, attempting to direct her efforts into hiding the virus to keep the perfect image of the Pegasi. However, it gets out regardless and infects the employees and civilians of Cloudsdale. She takes her work to Twilight, who has her own suspicions on Dash and the origins of this disease.

She had to cut some of her tail to escape the Factory from those infected.

Rainbow Dash's Main Items:

Cattle Prod, meant for the Flight Test Failures. It can hook to the loop on her flank. It still triggers the muscles inside those infected.

Secret Files. She was lucky enough to grab them before they got ruined. Typically something only for her eyes, but she has no other choice but to head to Twilight for added help.

Pigment Samples, infused with the infection. The glass vials are strong, and won't break easily.

CONTENT WARNING UNDER THE CUT:

Bite Marks

Gore

Horror & Blood

Eating Disorder Mentioned

Here's the infection sheet for the Horde aspects!

#rainbow rabies au #mlp infection au #rainbow dash #rainbow factory #mlp cupcakes #gore au #violent au #zombie au #rainbow dash au #Might make a comic and post it over on AO3 #cw: gore #mlp rainbow dash #mlp rainbow factory

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thec00lanon · 1 year

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Pt 1 of the ‘Tickle Drones’ Au

So basically, as you all possibly know already, instead of the murder drones killing the worker drones, they tickle them! (Story/lore part) this one’s a bit long so bear with me 😅 (this was also inspired by a rainbow factory tickle fic that I read a long time ago, if anyone can find it comment pls!)

J,N, and V were a faulty line of murder drones that was sent to Copper-9 by JCJenson (when they arrived there, J decided that it was best for them to hide away from the worker drones because of the way they looked and because J knew that the company would try to kill them if they don’t). The company didn’t know about the faulty errors that they had until they notice a lack of kill counts from them. And because of that, the worker drone population grew on the planet. So, the company sent humans to finish the job. The humans ended up capturing majority of the population to be slaves once again for the company. Khan and Nori (mostly Nori) lead a rebellion to get rid of the humans once and for all. Unfortunately, she was one of the worker drones to get captured as well (during that time, Uzi was only about 5-6 yrs old). The “murder” trio had decided that it was time to stop hiding and help their counter drones by scaring the humans, luckily, it worked, the humans fled the planet. But still wary of them coming back, Khan and the other workers had no other choice but to build a place where no human can find them, the colony that we all know today.

Workers that seen J and her group had spread rumors about them, those rumors became stories that were told to the children in order for them to not go outside the colony’s three doors. “These drones are not like any normal drone, with razor claws and sharp teeth that could tear you to robo-bits! I heard that they favor children the most, which is why you should never go outside the colony, or you might be their next victim” the story mostly works and the children don’t even bother on tampering with the doors.

Lil Uzi, however, was curious about these so called ‘savage, monstrous drones’. So one night, she snuck outside the colony to look for them (The poor thing only had her pajamas on!). Unfortunately, during her search, she ended up getting lost during a bad snowstorm and had trouble getting back home. Luckily, for Uzi, she was saved by the drones she was looking for. They took her back to their hideout (which were made out of the softest pillows, blankets, and mattresses they could find).

Years later, Uzi is the angsty teenager that we all know now. Uzi notices that some of her peers have gone missing for the past few days. “Probably because they broke the rules. They’re either dead or captured by those humans” Uzi’s teacher would say. Uzi’s furious by the fact that no one is doing anything to find them, so she decides to find her missing classmates herself along with Thad (bc he would be the type to help :)).

Fast forward outside and far away from the colony, Uzi and Thad are looking for clues regarding to the missing classmates. However, they never noticed that two someones were watching them. Thad gets taken first which alerts Uzi a little too late before she gets carried off as well. Later on, Uzi’s captor let’s her go inside their hideout (which brings back nostalgia to Uzi). Uzi’s captor was no other than N, he tells her to wait in the main area before it’s her turn to go into the ‘fun room’. Uzi decides to fight back and try to escape to find help, N tells her that a storm had begun outside so she can’t go outside unless she wants her gears to freeze. N reassures Uzi that it would be okay and that her friend is alright too in the Fun room. N leaves Uzi alone in the main room to help his leader. Uzi tries to think up an escape plan without freezing to death, unfortunately, it was her turn to go into the fun room. Uzi tries to fight back again, but N was too strong for her.

When they got into the room, she expected to find dead drone corpses and oil everywhere in the room. Uzi was surprised that the room was filled with fluffy stuff from the walls to the furniture. She looks over to see Thad getting wrecked by another drone that looked like N but was female. N explains that they need their laughter to survive and tells her that the drone tickling Thad was V. Uzi joins Thad on the ground next, getting tickled to pieces by N, but now she feels safe with these strange drones like when she was younger.

After the tickle fest, Uzi and Thad are brought to a resting room where all of the missing classmates were all along. The two grab a snack and a drink ( that was safe for drones) and relaxed for a bit. Another drone comes up to them and asks for their hand, Thad and Uzi are unsure but they take their hand out anyways because they felt safe and the other two didn’t hurt them, so they had no need to be afraid. The other drone stamps their hands (it’s a star stamp) and congratulates them for going through the fun room. She introduces herself as J and that she is the leader of the trio and all that to the two worker drones. Uzi asks J tons of questions about their existence that J replies ‘should wait for another time’. After the storm resides, J tells Uzi that she and Thad could come back at anytime since they were the first two to come close to finding their hideout (and that J didn’t want them to tell their other peers about it). N and V takes Uzi, Thad, and the rest of their classmates back inside the colony by the vents. ( it’s also midnight, so most of the adults are asleep and won’t question where their some if their children were lol). On that night, Uzi found three new friends and new tickly shenanigans that she was going to deal with in the future. :)

the last few paragraphs were a bit rushed, but I hope you guys liked the story overall. Next time, I’ll post about the Tickle Drones and how the laughter thing works.

But I hope you all have a wonderful day/night :)

Also reblog and show me your headcannons for this au ( I’ve been meaning to put some other tickle creatures in this au, so you guys can help with that also lol)

#Murder Drones Tickles #tickle monster #sfw tickling community #the skrunkly #i cant stop thinking about it

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rosey100 · 2 months

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Just thought I'd draw some roses 💐

Some Rose inspired by @kazzykatt 's aus

Wanted

Brair

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I closely based on Loona from Helluva Boss and Batgirl/Barbara but with a black market father who sold her and her parakeet for "a check up" and has never been adopted once growing up. By the time she runs away at 17, Bair survives whatever is needed to steal, sells scams, everything for money to even get some fries or a small place to stay till she makeshift a shed from an abandoned train. She adapted skills and knowledge to make it where if it were making distractions or trying not to get caught by anybody, whether they were a dog fighter or police she can a brothel paunch the light bulbs out of them easy and also has some special effects from the check up let just say no one can't make this up but nobody will believe it.

Her personality is mostly cold, and she can be a bit stubborn and harsh, but she is understanding, bold, outgoing, convincent, and sociable. She is a very smart (street smart) and calculated too. Brair mainly cut off, showing her emotions or physical even her weakness in life are off limits and her feelings are merely closed off to everyone who meets her but she might well threatening people if they give off her the wrong way.

Can things get more crazy for her life(the answer is yes) on her regular " business" routes to a factory to give someone "a simple pack", but things got too fresh with that and she had to go in the place to get the money she was going for leaving the client outside while going in with his lab coat. Managin to get caught by fixing her looks and going through the vents to get to the locker. After getting the money, she stumbled into an explosive sound of glass breaking and birds chirping? Not wanting to be nosey she kept walking towards the exit and go home but curiosity had other plans, peeping in the lab she started to see two dudes trashed the whole room beyond prepare and Brair was mostly known the situation too well on why. The site of motion of the two men usually motive that she heard about and her knowledge of the is entire area suspected of starting animal testing for their products it was no surprise why two people wanted for their crimes to come in the factory to make damage and let out some animals that were almost ready to be tested on. As fate had it she was caught by the two men and she didn't have any cover up leaving her expose to a whole, got even more worse when someone caught all of them ran out to call cops but got " knocked out ".Let's just say no one knew what to do except run the fu#k out of there as fast as possible (but now without a few animals or more), and before that, a security guard came in front of her asking why she was doing in the factory hall realized she had no disguise she was about to going to the head office while the bros were almost free til the guard grab her wrist, turned around and saw them mid of escape. When he was about to alert the cops, the guy lost consciousness as Brair's teeth slowly vemon enough to tranquilize him, as all three of them ran out while throw another ball of dynamic on the roof for a distraction.

Apocalipsis

Rosa

18 ?

🦴🧫⚔️🐦‍🔥

She is the first child who came to the chew somehow at 3 y/o alive of terror and chaos. The group was not in the most likely position to even be able to look after themselves, let alone an three year old nearly covered in bl00d that is not her own( Mero almost thought of dangled her off the roof but decided to not go with it calling her Edge for awhile before changing her name 🫣) but kept her knowing the Threats outside the Tortuga so far she was kept in a room for safety measures. Rosa may have been grateful for the hospitality spake that she would leave if she had anywhere to go anyway, and that when everyone else knew things definitely changed.

Life may not be sunshine and rainbows, but she can picture a good glimpse of the life that could be. Some may think she is a defenseless wallflower jokes on them she's a beast and a wild and dangerous one at moments of disaster comes at the door, one time in particular when she was playing with some rocks and a hyena came in the room seamlessly fear wasn't coming into mind was is gruesome, by the time Mero come in to see a red splatter room and a little girl holding out a detach head in front of them bl00d covered mouth.. chewing whatever face it had (no amount was wasted that day).

Ro is pretty smart and observative even at a young age but mostly less humanly emotionally than the chew suspected that she would be growing up, though it could be the isolation and the small notion of the chew (besides Collin)tolerance of just keeping her alive. Maybe she's a small bit they had to deal with or was a bitter reminder of the past either way she knows all too well about faces, meaning that knowledge every single feature is clear to her without even a word and she can prevent any attacks from any animal even without falls through it took a lot of practice and scratches.

Xverse

Aose

👩🏽‍🎨⛓️‍💥🪆🪢

She was a new art school sophomore student who was bubbly, full of ambition ( I got inspired by Harley Quinn and characters like her)and who mightily have known she'd been followed by who came in her dorm that night. She had calls last at night, random creepy notes on her desk, dead flower buds at her door, and by then, it had gotten worse as she'd grown a bit more paranoid before the day happened

She has burd and badly missing memories about the night she was kidnapped. She's kind of has half of memories of her fighting off someone to the ground, but something hit her head, and nowadays, it was just a rain cloud painting, a broken bottle, and yellow eyes? Her mind is still in a blur due to that night and nothing else. In one incident, a test was performed in where she was injected with something, and she was in room full with endless supplies of medications. She was more concerned with what the results of the injection than whatever medicinal effects it could cause. It didn't really help when her body (she was unconscious) laying on the floor shaking when she came to half of her facial and physical form was unrecognizable and that,she looked down at her hands now in chains and hread a voice say "it was for her own good". Enraged with everything that happened, she started at whaling and screaming in on the top of her lungs. Asking what happened to deserve this? She started hitting the walls even if her hands were blooded, but they didn't, then someone came in-and-in a fit of rage. Sheet, you didn't know what happened. But for everyone else, all they saw was the dead body. At least her hands were somewhat free, but her mental state cracked, and since then, she always had a smile on her face.

The effects of the medicines mix in her did much more to a physical form, but a somewhat form, she started to become more aggressive and feisty when five stronger people have to force her to the task room, become more faster on her own two feet even if she ran on broken glass or lava, annihilated a whole steel table in minutes using one hand and her hearing is Is almost third percent of naturally hearing in a more normal human way and because of the incident she grew more tolerant any pain since.

Trottamundoss

Rosita

25?

🪷🎀❤️‍🔥🩰

For what I can say about her: she's mixed with Pinkie pie's personality, golden retriever vides, and a dash of calm blanket of 60's flower power in a large bowl and I throw it in a garden bed ( but sprinkling some thorns in the mix so) and the rest is sun baked for a while. Mostly sweet, bubbly, fun-loving, graceful, cheerful, and smiling girl with a heart of gold 💛

What I think she likes is that it's basically enjoying sunny days, music, friendly company, walks in parks, blowing bubbles, playing with the critters, dancing in the field, etc. ( Gosh, bless her, I made a fu#king deer). I also think that since she likes a big pile of wholesome, Rosita is very good at 🥁 air flying (yes believe it) where she can find a high place dropped herself off and she can just float in the air kinda like a dandelion but without the process of dying just float for long time till she finds a place to lands on

Defenseless as she is for a lot of would take their chances for the kill, but don't think she's knows her opponents will do, that why this little ray of sunshine can burn you when she exposes her bristles that gives a temporarily painful experience for anyone who came to harm her or anyone who seems to be in danger. There's something else she can bo where if she's surrounded , she could spin round liking one of those ballet moves and could just throw up thorns from all of her hair and body and we strike people down like a russian ballet dan throw loose throwing stars at the same time dancing, Also turns into a pack of flowers. FYI

Space

Rosaclipse

🪐🌠🩷🤓

Something happened... something weird happened the day she was born, a long solar eclipse happened and let just say no one survived except her a small, crying, defenseless slime baby who was just hungry and had no idea what happened(or at least that what was said), No one know what happened, whether it was a monster that came in or at a sessionation assassination or anything if for some reason, they left her alone and alive for what . Basically, with bodies who they might believe were her parents. But no one knows since no one couldn't tell since everything was covering like some weird acid. But did not come from her as a baby.. Luckily, she would be in good hands after a long time looking for a good home and have no knowledge of her past, but figured that good for her.

She has been a working experience for almost anyone who's currently knows her, at most shy, fearful, very docile, but is smart,kindhearted, and free spirit. It was between trust and people in general for her. Basically, just being nervous about strangers and having to talk about her to caretakers was hard before she warmed up to them, but that aside is just a sweet, loving star hiding behind the clouds. Ro is also really smart, like her IQ sore would be higher for even university professors to quit and let her take their jobs saying fu#k it.

Ro could do more than just floating all over the place, and being a smart cookie, she actually runs super fast though not much light speed fast but it's hardly anything can catch her so that good right. Also she gives off electricity her can subtract thousands of debris and other times where if you shake her a bit she glow 100% natural light from her own body just like that nobody knew till they found her upside down on the floor just shining bright 🌟. She has been doing well at teleconesis she a little shy about showing that, but she is good at it

Wild school

Rosalie

🐺🎆🕵🏽‍♀️🏍

She's Jade from Victorious, but softer and "secretly" a sweet pea holding a "Don't try me B!cth til I have my coffee " coffee mug with a small breeze of Belle from Beauty and the Beast (but not in the whole stockholm syndrome thing ) so she can be a bookworm as well.

It is no surprise that her background is a mystery. Besides, she was just transferred to the principal's understandings, but there are times when rumors may progress in the mix is almost a theory, and Ro could never care less than a ferrell cat in the middle of fu*king traffic😑. Besides, it's not like she's there for "something else" or something magical, just some good ol' learning is all

Rosalie isn't really social, it can be on for mostly any type of gathering or parties, that she would be forced to go to but as long as you don't underestimate her or judge her for anything( She checked a whole gallop mix of Spite and cocktail mix while filling knives for darts all in the center at the same time for being call a whimp of a female and no one can't say sh!t to her without being out did 🎯 no joke ) you think on the top of your head. Her own willpower can be quite terrifying, especially when her really knows what the situation she could be in, whether it's deadly round house kick a door down closed by some bratty girls or kicking some jeck's ego down on a flirting attempt while Tempting her for a few drinks plus she can read body language real good and surprisingly excellent fighting skills.

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coochiequeens · 4 days

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An old article but relevant with some moid musician turned activist attacking women on the basis that sometimes their views line up with conservatives

https://unherd.com/2023/10/does-billy-bragg-have-a-woman-problem/

Julie Bindel OCTOBER 3, 2023

Louise Distras was once a darling of the anti-establishment Left. An underground punk singer whose hits include “Dreams From the Factory Floor”, this working-class woman is unafraid to speak her mind. Five years ago, she was being invited onstage by Billy Bragg, the folk singer and progressive activist — but since then, a lot has changed. Recently, Bragg has publicly and repeatedly condemned Distras, because she had done what she has always done: speak out against misogyny. This time, though, she was criticising the backlash against women who refuse to recite the “trans women are women” mantra.

Distras has been expressing concern about gender ideology in private since late 2021, but the first time she went public with her opinions was in May of this year. “I’m a woman, and a woman is an adult human female,” she said in an interview with Louder than War, a music website. “I’m a woman that’s experienced domestic abuse.” She later made comments, on Twitter, about how women are silenced for questioning gender ideology: “No amount of rainbows and ‘kindness’ can hide the authoritarianism and misogyny and homophobia that’s on display here, especially in the arts.”

Born in Wakefield in 1987, Distras ran away from home in her teens and, she told me, “stayed with a lot of dangerous people who took advantage of me”. She turned to song writing as a form of escape. Her bravery is remarkable. But as soon as her straightforward resistance to gender ideology became known, she was met with horrendous abuse. Distras has been called every name under the sun, including anti-trans, Nazi, scum, prostitute, grifter, child serial killer, and witch. She soon realised that she had been “marked for life” as a “disgusting terf” — that no redemption would ever be possible. She was told she deserves to be chucked out of the music industry. Her booking agency has said that her attitude towards transwomen could “have detrimental effects on [her] musical career”. Radio stations have stopped playing her songs and venues cancelled her gigs. “If I go back to the industry as it stands,” she says, “if someone had the balls to book me for a gig, I would likely be physically attacked. It’s not safe.”

Having been rejected by the majority of her contacts in the music industry, Distras decided she might as well use her voice to speak out. Alongside five other women, her testimony featured in the Daily Mail about the experience of being ostracised for daring to question gender ideology. One of the first derogatory reactions was from Bragg. “What??”, he tweeted, linking to the feature, which included a photograph of Distras — who usually wears black and leather on stage — wearing a formal dress. “Louise Distras hates trans people so much that she’s willing to dress in a style acceptable to Daily Mail readers in order to have a go at them. What does this have to do with feminism Louise? Or punk rock?”

Bragg fancies himself a bit of a trans ally. And prides himself on being an all-round anti-sexist bloke. In 2014, he posed with a sign, “I pledge never to commit, condone, or remain silent about men’s violence against women in all its forms,” as part of the White Ribbon campaign.

Back in the early days of her career, Bragg championed Distras as one of a “new breed” of singers, tweeting in 2013 that her song Love Me The Way I Am should be our next Eurovision entry. Another of her songs, The Hand You Hold, is about how what women say and do should matter more than how we look, and she tells me that “Billy for some reason loved that song and that’s why he invited me to go play on his stage” — which she did that year, at Glastonbury, and again in 2017. “So for him to now take a pop at me and start criticising what I look like instead of actually listening to what I have to say means he is the biggest hypocrite.”

But it is not only men who have gone after Distras. In a recent interview with Kerrang!, Phoebe Lunny of the Lambrini Girls reacted to Distras speaking out against trans ideology and the silencing of women: “I will scrap any Terf, any day, in person, with my fists.” In a tweet, Distras pointed to the hypocrisy of claiming to be progressive while “inciting violence against women”. She also condemned Kerrang! for publishing the remarks, saying she is “ashamed my face was printed on its pages. Vile!”

Spoken word poet Amelia Vandergast also responded angrily to Distras’s public statements about being cancelled by trans activists. In a feature entitled, “Wipe away the terf tears: freedom of expression was never permission to perpetuate hate in the music industry”, published in A&R Factory website, she wrote:

“In the recent Daily Mail article, which attempted to portray women as the victims of their transphobic hate, Louise Distras bemoaned the journalists, radio stations, and her booking agency who rightly refuse to have anything to do with her for the self-piteous bile spewed across her social media platforms (anyone got a tiny little violin I can borrow?)”

For Distras, the hypocrisy within the so-called radical music scene is appalling. While the misogyny of trans activists is ignored, women are viciously attacked for daring to defend their sex-based rights. She is one of a growing list of female artists criticising cancel culture — a phenomenon of which Bragg denies the existence.

But Bragg has form. He has dismissed feminist concerns about self-identification and argued that, owing to our incompatible “hardware”, lesbians are biologically ill-equipped for sex with other women and should therefore understand the plight of men claiming to be female. When Maya Forstater was harassed by trans activists in the street, Bragg suggested that she could not possibly have been scared or upset, because she appeared to be smiling. This is a classic sexist trope. Too often, women are told by men to “Give us a smile” when we complain about being sexually harassed by them, and yet women are informed we must have enjoyed the harassment if we attempt to laugh it off.

“I think he’s a misogynist,” Distras says, of Bragg. “I think it’s just plain to see for everybody and the way he is — the way that so many men are in the music industry.” She talks about how uncomfortable she has felt with him, describing him as “creepy”. “He’s everything he says he’s not. His words and his actions just don’t match up for me… The way he goes after women over the trans issue has made it really clear to me that he’s just a misogynist, and that he just doesn’t care about women”. She says what many feminists have said of many men in recent years: “The trans thing is just an excuse for him to bully women with impunity and do it publicly and get applauded for it.”

Bragg also showed no sympathy for Róisín Murphy, another female singer-songwriter who has faced the wrath of trans activists. After a private Facebook conversation in which she criticised the policy of giving children puberty blockers was leaked, she was admonished by Bragg for holding the wrong opinion. “Them’s the breaks,” Bragg tweeted when it was suggested that Murphy was being punished by having BBC coverage and concerts cancelled. “Think before you post is my advice, especially on issues that are contentious.” This is cowardice.

Distras strongly feels that the music industry used to be about “freedom of expression and freedom of speech”, but is currently in thrall to gender ideology and “totally monotheistic”. “There’s an urgent need to build a new one, with a proper counterculture that isn’t dominated by misogynists like Billy Bragg, where women have actually got a proper say,” she says, telling me she has had numerous messages from female musicians who are too scared to speak out — especially after seeing what happened to Murphy. “It’s well established that violence towards women is a massive problem in the music industry,” says Distras, “and here they are inciting more violence, and the rest of the music industry just applauds them for it and tells them they are stunning and brave.”

“We need more musicians to come forward courageously and without apology. There’s been so much support for me, and there will be for the other women. And the more of us that stand up, the more these men like Billy Bragg will not be so dominant.”

#Louise Distras #Dreams from the factory floor #Billy bragg hates women who speak up about their experiences with sex based oppression #Trans women are men #Women is an adult human female #Louder than War #Blacklisting women #Speaking the truth against the gender cult is more punk then some moid virtue signaling #Róisín Murphy is right about be cautious in giving life altering medical interventions to minors

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No Escape from the Rainbow Factory, chapter 1 full

“...All together now, Wonder group, what is the motto of the Rainbow Factory?”

“IN THE RAINBOW FACTORY, YOUR DREAMS AND HOPES COME TRUE!” a dozen young voices shouted at once.

The guest presenter had to take a moment to check his hearing still worked, while Ms. Cheerilee held a hoof to her mouth to block out a giggle. “No windows broken? Good! Because THAT’S the kind of enthusiasm I need to hear! I only wish some of my co-workers could be so cheerful. Well,” he adopted a mock thoughtful expression, “I suppose if some of you came to work for the Rainbow Factory now…”

“Rainbow Dust!” Ms. Cheerilee chided with a grin.

“That’s my name, don’t wear it out!” Now a few groans could be heard from the foals (“Gag me with a silver spoon!”), with Sweetie Belle taking the lead in volume, and those mean fillies Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon miming gagging to each other. “What? What?” Rainbow Dust declared in his best impersonation of a baffled old granny mare. Then he gave a little smirk before pulling a serious face and stating, “It’s probably for the best that you don’t like old ground-up cliches (most foals were confused when he said this) like that, since”, he sighed, “I have to leave now.”

“Ah, c’mon!” Snips whined, “Why do ya gotta go?”

“Yeah!” Rumble joined in, “Tell us another story!”

After the roar of assent that shook the room, it took Cheerilee a couple moments and a classic teacher counting diversion to get the class on track and keep them from rioting.

Rainbow Dust had a twinkle in his eye and another winning smirk. “No. Stop. Agh. I want to go to work.”

Apple Bloom piped up, “Ah, horsefeathers. (“Language!” Cheerilee admonished) Ahm sorry, Ms. Cheerilee, but,” she sat up and put her hooves up, “t’ain’t no way he would wanna go back ta workin’ insteada hangin’ out with us,” she focused her classic puppy-dog stare on Rainbow Dust, “wouldn’t y’all?”

At that Rainbow Dust just gave a reserved grin and a not unkind look to the little yellow-and-redhead. “Well, I guess I can answer a couple of questions from my Wonder group before I fly off…” Cheerilee agreed, and the class went into a romping cheer before calmly sitting back down.

“Okay, who’s first?”

About everyone’s hoof was in the air.

Scootaloo’s was waving more energetically than anyone else’s.

“Alright… you, there, sir!” He pointed.

“Yay!” It was Snips, who asked a question and got an answer that Scootaloo didn’t hear, since she was waiting for the best moment to get to raise her hoof first.

Rainbow Dust took a look out the window at the sun’s direction, and back at his sundial. “Alright, I’ve only got time for one more question…”

“Ooh! Ooh! Pick me!” Scootaloo was waving both hooves in the air and fluttering her wings, gaining a hover. Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon sniggered at this, while Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle giggled goodnaturedly.

“Alright, calm down, missy. What do you want to know?” He was amused by the display.

“Ooh! Oh. Uh…” Think, Scootaloo, think! “What’re rainbows made out of?”

Cheerilee’s jaw dropped, while Diamond Tiara was still sniggering. Nopony saw the look that Silver Spoon pulled at Scootaloo.

Rainbow Dust flew over and put his hoof on Scoot’s muzzle. Now, before this point, almost everypony’s gaze was directed straight at where Rainbow Dust stood, so they didn’t get the time or chance to see the look on his face as he flew over, quicker than a young foal’s reflexes. Even Scootaloo was too distracted mentally kicking herself over forgetting her many questions to notice the emotions crossing his face.

But Silver Spoon saw.

He gave Scootaloo a sly smile as he booped her nose and she scrunched her muzzle in shock. “Now, that’s a trade secret, little lady! I couldn’t say, or I might get fired (“Aww…..”). But don’t be discouraged! Work hard and pass your flight exam, and you can work for our wonderful feathermilitary Factory too! I’m counting on you, chief!” And Scootaloo could tell he meant it! Scootaloo was in awe! He talked to her! Maybe she’d have to take him up on that offer…!

Rainbow Dust flew back to the front of the classroom where a blushing Ms. Cheerilee stood. They exchanged a few whispers that were lost in the bustle of the class, after which Ms. Cheerilee looked as eager to teach as she usually was.

Rainbow Dust stated, “Well, that’s about it for today—and yer takes what yer gets!” he added to the increasing pleading from everypony in the room.

“Say thanks to our guest speaker today, class!”

“THANK YOU!” they shouted, twice as loud now.

“This is the only thing that keeps me going in this job,” Rainbow Dust admitted to Cheerilee with a warm, peaceful smile.

“I know just what you mean,” Cheerilee confessed, “My cousin works in the Rainbow Factory, as a—” Cheerilee gulped, “well, I get it.”

He looked at her. “Yeah… hey, I gotta get going. I’ll go grab my stuff!” He pranced out of the room with a twinkle in his eye and a shine dancing through his teeth.

“How does he do that?!” Sweetie Belle pouted. She tried to

“Weren’t ya listenin’? MAGICAL RAINBOWS!” Apple Bloom responded.

Scootaloo was engrossed in a day-dream of her being the most awesome Rainbow Pourer who was so good she made an eighth color appear in the rainbows and was made into the owner, so she didn’t say anything.

“Alright class, break for lunch!”

After taking part in the mad stampede of foals out of the schoolhouse, the Cutie Mark Crusaders sat at one of the bench tables in the shade.

Sweetie Belle asked, "Wasn't that pretty cool, Scoots?" Scootaloo was looking off in the distance with her chin grinding on her hooves. Off in a world of her own.

"Air control to Scootaloo! ("Huh?")" Sweetie Belle opened up her fashionable lunchbox and tore off the lid of a yogurt cup with telekinesis. "Sheesh! I knew that would wake you up," she smiled as she shot the yogurt into her mouth magically, making a big mess around her.

Scootaloo wasn't affected, since she expected Sweetie Belle to do that (show-off!) and could duck down in her seat across from Sweetie Belle to shield herself from the blast. Apple Bloom, however, was seated on Sweetie Belle's right and preoccupied with her construction worker-grade lunchbox, and took the full force of the yogurt explosion.

She licked her lips. "Mm-mm! Purple huckleberries! My favorite!" They all giggled at that...

... Something feels wrong. Oh, yeah!

Scootaloo cocked an eyebrow at Sweets. "Wait, what's 'air control'? Some type of pegasus force?"

"Yer not all wrong," Apple Bloom stated in bemusement, huckleberry still on most of her face. Sweetie Belle wiped off her own face with a red fabric handkerchief and offered it to Scootaloo, but she waved it off since her own orange coat was untouched.

Sweetie Belle took on a poised pose with her hoof raised, eyes closed, and smile present before kindly explaining to her friend, "That guy that was in there from the Rainbow Factory talked about it when he answered Snips's question. From the top of the spiraling tower in the middle of the Rainbow Factory, they direct the pegasuses ("Pegasi!" Apple Bloom interjected, coat now clean and naturally yellow with some help from the ornate green handkerchief Sweetie Belle floated over to her as well. "Whatever...") They direct the pegasi to fly the rainbows out all over the world super fast to make people happy and make peace and harmony," she concluded magnanimously.

"Ahh, mare! I totally should have paid more attention to that part..."

"What were y'all doin'? Playin' with yer tail?" Apple Bloom drawled with an innocently knowing look.

"Heh heh... Just spacin' off, y'know?" Scootaloo replied with an embarrassed grin and an uncomfortable shoulder shrug.

"Aw, horseapples, Scoots. You were daydreaming of bein’ a worker in the Rainbow Factory,” Apple Bloom stated very matter-of-factly.

Scootaloo’s ears twitched in embarrassment and her wings fluttered her into the air briefly as she whined, “Nuh uh! I’m gonna be the owner!” Her friends looked up at her skeptically for a moment as she hovered there for a little bit. She realized where she was and fell onto her seat. “—I mean, no I’m not…”

Bloom giggled, and Scootaloo glared at her.

Apple Bloom threw out her forelegs in defense. ”What? We-all already know y'love rainbows! Ah mean, ya practically mob Rainbow Dash ta ask fer auto-graphs every time ya see her!" Button Mash, who happened to be walking by and heard this, stopped and snorted at Scootaloo.

Scootaloo whined, "Dude, c'mon you can't embarrass me like this!” She glared at Mash, who gave a nonchalant whistle and trotted away. "I mean, at least I'm not the one who explodes a cup of yogurt every day at lunch now for like, what," she turned to Sweetie Belle, "five days?"

"Ah yeah! What'n tarnation'rya even thinking doin' that all the time???" Apple Bloom squeaked. Sweetie Belle was looking absently at her muffin, wondering if Rainbow Dash was related to Rainbow Dust.

Apple Bloom headbutted Sweets’ withers and said, "Earth control ta' Sweetie Belle!"

"Huh? Oh, heh!” Sweetie Belle had a smug look on her face. “Rarity’s been teaching me to move stuff around for a couple weeks now. Apparently, when ponies get to be our age, their magic starts really coming into their own. ("Their own what?") Unicorns get magic magic, earth ponies get... earth magic, and pegasi get, y'know, air magic."

"Ooh! Ah got that talk from Applejack, too! Lemme show y’all what Ah learned!" Apple Bloom held up her lunchbox from earlier. Opening it up, there was a little sapling inside, nestled in too much dirt for a food receptacle. It was kind of leafy, but kind of gray, and a little cracked and dry.

"What?" the others chorused. Scootaloo followed the thread first. "Was that just in there without sunlight for the whole day? They're not meant to do that..."

Apple Bloom shrugged. "Well, Ah know Ah could take care of it through the day. Applejack told me, and showed me, that Ah could use mah earth pony magic to grow apples from trees! So Ah got this one to practice on here! Ah kinda like how it survives and thrives away from the world… Oh, yeah,” she added, “please don't tell mah family!” She pleaded, “They wouldn't like it!"

“‘Kay, ‘kay,” Sweets agreed.

Scootaloo was thinking about her own magic. She thought about her parents.

... She was starting to feel uneasy. Just where do I fit in here, anyway...? What right do I have to be here?

Scootaloo decided right then and there that she would get cool magic someday, too! She turned to Apple Bloom and spoke her mind. "I'm gonna get cool magic of my own someday, too! Oh yeah, first, let's see you make that apple grow, mare!" she shouted.

"Boy howdy! Let's get to it! Alright, let’s see if this works,” she added under her breath. Apple Bloom gently pushed her hooves into the dirt around the sapling and took deep, rhythmic breaths. Five seconds in, five seconds held, five seconds out, five seconds held. Over and over.

After the other fillies were starting to grow bored, some movement perked up in the modest leafy sapling.

"Oooooh!" Sweetie Belle sung. "It's blooming! There’s a bloom, Bloom!" The bow-haired filly nodded her head vigorously for a moment, continuing to massage the earth and breathe in her routine. "There's a flower blooming at the tip!" And there was, and it was starting to weigh down the little sap.

… Poor, poor tree. Scootaloo couldn't shake the feeling that this was hurting the tree, like Apple Bloom should have just left the sapling home and left it to its own devices. It’s not right, she thought, it’s not…

She couldn't watch. Her ears flattened to her skull. She hid the sapling from her eyes with her hooves.

Sweetie Belle squeaked, "Something's growing!" Something’s wrong. Something’s going very, very wrong. Her natural pegasus instincts were just screaming at her, making her feel like the world was spinning before she closed her eyes and tried to stop the gagging sensation of almost throwing up from overwhelming her. She felt like bigger things than her—bigger than Equestria, actually, were rushing around her head in circles among the oppressive breeze, pounding at her head.

After what seemed like minutes of this, she heard Sweetie Belle exclaim, "WOW! Just look at it, Scoots!"

"Huh, ah wasn't 'spectin' that..."

Scootaloo peeked out from behind her hooves, a cold shiver wracking her body and a faintness starting to come to her. The nausea and the sensation of phantoms dancing around her skull had suddenly stopped, but the sensation wouldn’t end. Her shakiness and instinctual fear still escaped the attention of her friends.

"It's blue!" Sweets exclaimed.

A blue apple was weighing down the sapling. Sweetie Belle snatched it from the tree (gently!) and took a bite. "Mmmm! It tastes pretty good, Bloom!"

"Well, it's kinda a bad omen in th’ Apple family for an apple ta turn out blue, but there have been a coupla cases of this kinda thing’n Cousin Gene’s farm a few years back, where—"

Sweetie Belle rolled her eyes and stuffed the apple in Bloom’s mouth, who took a bite, and said, "Huh! Kinda sweet! (Not as sweet as the ---- apple, but... ...)"

Sweets swallowed her bite and just then noticed Scoots, whose head was on the table with her hooves on her muzzle, shaking. “Hey,” she nickered worriedly, “are you okay?”

Scootaloo’s ears started twitching again. She peeked an eye out from behind her hoof and meekly said, “O-oh, I’m j-just feeling a little… sick. T-that’s it,” right before she quickly hid behind her hoof again and shuddered.

Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle exchanged worried glances, mentally coming to the same conclusions. This was one of Scootaloo’s panic attacks. They knew that this was a part of being friends with a growing pegasus by now, that the young fliers could be set off by a sudden unplanned change of air pressure around them or some weather thing that only a pegasus could feel, and that they could be a bit mood-swingy sometimes, just like Sweetie Belle’s drama-fiend sister.

They might have not known why Scootaloo was panicking, but they knew they had to help out as much as equinely possible.

Apple Bloom reached across the table, which was not an easy feat by any means, and nuzzled Scootaloo’s forelegs while grasping them in her hooves. The calming repetition of Bloom’s warm breath on her fur combined with the soft nuzzling served to soothe Scoot’s overpowering flight/flight/freeze instincts, and she stopped twitching her ears or shaking.

However, her expression, which was now distinguishable as that of horror, was still hidden behind her forelegs, and her breathing now had a distinct shuddering quality to it.

Sweetie Belle stepped in now. She gently said, “Scoots…”

Scootaloo flinched away from Apple Bloom, before returning to her softness.

Sweets said, firmly now, but not unkindly, “Scoots—Scootaloo. I might not understand what you’re going through, but I do understand that you’re having a bad time right now and need help. Do you want to talk about it?” She raised an eyebrow and tilted her muzzle at Scootaloo.

Seeing her friend shake her head in the negatory, she pushed her muffin across the table to touch Scootaloo, who peeked out from behind her hooves, eventually broke down her defenses with a sigh, and popped it in her mouth. It was her favorite flavor, blueberry. Apple Bloom rested her head on the table, looking up at Scootaloo with a big smile across her face.

“‘Bout time ya woke up from yer coma!”

Scootaloo glared behind her, appearing bemused but feeling as wing-achingly embarrassed as if she broke down crying in front of her friends. Nopony else seemed to have noticed her breakdown, which was good. Her ears twitched with the shame of it all.

Bloom grinned. “Now that looks more like th’ filly Ah know! Why—” she flashed her most innocent, most naive smile as she pointed at Scootaloo’s glare, “Ah mighta thought y’all were scared of mah earth magic earlier if not for this!”

Scootaloo shot up again. “What! Me? No, fluttering, way!” Sweetie Belle sighed in relief and exhaustion; the spell was broken.

Apple Bloom could just giggle. “Ya can talk tough,” she drawled and pushed the apple towards Scootaloo, “but can ya back it up? Ah promise mah apple’s not bad fer ya! After all, Ah tried it mahself!”

Scootaloo gulped as she hovered down to the table bench uncertainly. Then, she steeled her stare toward Bloom and took the apple in hoof. After all, she couldn’t very well be scared by a little old apple that her own friend made with her own hooves and sweat! She wouldn’t forgive herself if she did.

Scootaloo nibbled on it a little.

It tasted bitter.

#my little pony #mlp #mlp fim #cutie mark crusaders #apple bloom #sweetie belle #scootaloo #rainbow factory: escape #no escape from the rainbow factory #writing #fanfic #fanfiction

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Going Home in a Box- Chapter 46: Teaser

Since the chapter is not quite done, here’s a teaser!

It didn’t take too much perception to read that response and know something went sour. Jake didn’t press her for answers yet, instead turning to Jeremy who still had his hands full.

“Who’re these little guys?” he asked in a friendly way. Even though the dolls were now eyeing him.

“Daisy, Rose, and Forget-Me-Not’s in the pouch. My girls,” Jeremy introduced. He smiled a little and it seemed like he was doing a little better. Charlie hoped so, at least.

“They’re pretty cute. Nice to meet you three too! I’m Jake,” he introduced. “I’ve got an idea! Why don’t you show them to Sunny? He could use a pick-me-up and it’ll give me a minute to, uh… get up to speed on what’s going on. I don’t want to stress him out.”

“Sure, I’ve been dying to meet him,” Jeremy agreed. He scooted over and crouched in front of the open tunnel. “He’s not going to be upset if I go in?”

“No more upset than he was when I came out,” Jake answered.

Taking that as probably a ‘no’, Jeremy crawled into the tunnel. Taking care not to jostle Forget-Me-Not while Daisy and Rose hopped down to lead the way inside. Meanwhile, Jake turned back to Charlie.

“Let’s go up on the balcony,” he suggested. She looked a little surprised.

“Aren’t you afraid someone’ll see you?” she asked.

“Nah, not really. Not tonight,” Jake said. He headed over to the little ladder that climbed up on the balcony stage. She followed him up the ladder and out onto the balcony.

The view was pretty impressive. It didn’t look like it would be much seeing it from the floor, but from up here the room looked huge. The colorful playground stretched out beneath them. The stadium lights above keeping the room comfortably bright. A far cry from the cold, dark basement tunnels crossing the underside of the Pizzaplex.

Jake sat near the edge with one leg dangling off and the other, the endoskeleton one, bent and resting before him. Charlie sat alongside him and let both of hers hang. Far beneath her she could see the rainbow-colored moat of plastic balls.

“Did you see the endoskeletons down there?” Jake asked.

Charlie shook her head. “We didn’t get that far.”

“That’s for the best. But if you need a description, try to imagine a metal frame in the shape of Freddy. They’re pretty sturdy,” Jake explained. “…You know, this leg didn’t come off one of those endos.” He tapped his leg.

“Where’d it come from then?” Charlie asked.

“It came off of the endo that we were sharing before we became these guys, the Sun and Moon. See, back a long time ago, Andrew and I ended up in the same body. It was pretty rundown, but we made it work for a long time. We used to hide out at this old factory and made trips to the dump. We had a couple of hideouts and just sort of survived together. The three of us.”

“The three of you?” Charlie asked questioningly. “Not you two and the endo.”

“No. We had a third friend. He didn’t share our body; he had his own. Except that it was a plush toy instead of an actual robot. Didn’t really seem to bother him too much. Like, he would complain about it occasionally, or us not picking him up fast enough, but he never seemed too upset about it…” Jake trailed off for a long moment.

“What happened to him?” she asked. She noticed he hadn’t given his name either but decided this was the more important question to ask.

“The long and short story is Freddy Fazbear’s happened. One day they come into the factory looking for parts to be used in this place. We didn’t have a chance to escape, so we just… let them take us… We were dumped off in the basement with the rest of the endos and that was when we decided that maybe it was time for a change. Or, well, we ended up finding a pair of bodies that might work better. Our old one was really showing its age.”

“And Andrew’s Sunny,” Charlie confirmed.

“Right. Just don’t call him that. He gets touchy about it. It’s okay if I do it in private, but he tries sticking to his character.”

“Foxy’s like that too. I guess maybe it’s easier to stay in character than switching back and forth. Or maybe staying in character keeps you away from what you left behind,” Charlie suggested.

“I could believe either. I was never great at it, but I never made it to opening day.”

“Jake, what happened?” the puppet asked more directly.

“…I don’t- I don’t really want to talk about it, but… this.” He gestured to the entirety of his body. “A lot of this came from them taking out my light emission system to put into Andrew. When they decided he would take over both roles.”

“But you were damaged before that.”

“…Yeah, I was… disassembled a few times…” Jake trailed off, resisting a further explanation.

Charlie looked at him for a long moment before lowering her head in understanding. “It’s okay. I’m not going to make you talk about it. I appreciate you telling me this much, what with all that’s been going on.”

“No problem. I thought maybe you’d get a kick out of it. You know because the leg?” Jake asked with light playfulness. She smiled back at him. “So, it’s your turn. What did you see down there?”

He tensed up as though bracing himself for the worst.

“We saw that woman in the rabbit costume.”

Jake relaxed right afterwards. “Oh, it was just her? Huh… Well, at least you got to see her for yourself.”

Charlie sent him a deadpan look at his lack of a reaction and clarified, “She pulled a knife on us.”

“She what?!”

He hadn’t noticed that her opposite arm had been staying at her side with her hand in her pocket until she drew out the knife she had been partially concealing in her pocket. He made a startled, nearly choked-up noise.

“She actually drew a knife on you!” he blurted out.

“That’s right,” Charlie said. “I slapped it out of her hand, so I guess it’s mine now.”

“…Oh okay. This is a big problem now,” Jake said. He looked ahead in a sort of state of shock. “A knife. Can you believe that? I know she was trying to copy the murderer back at Freddy’s with the whole rabbit thing, but THIS?”

Charlie almost asked him how he knew about Afton before remembering that Andrew was one of his victims. Though that still raised questions about Jake.

“Did you ever see him?” she dared to ask. He shook his head.

“No. I died at home. I was a sick kid, and I didn’t make it. Next thing I knew, I was sitting in a doll in the basement of some crackpot would-be scientist with something to prove,” Jake lamented with a humorless laugh. “…You?”

“A few times. He’s gone now but he had a direct hand in me becoming this… But that’s okay. He didn’t get what he wanted and that’s what counts,” Charlie said.

They fell back into silence for a few minutes as they continued looking out over the daycare.

“So,” Jake broke the silence with a lighter tone. “If you don’t mind, how’d you wind up living with the Puppet and a bunch of humans? And what’s the deal with Foxy’s? Is it really its own thing?”

Charlie began to tell her story from the beginning and once she made it past the tragic beginning, she was able to smile freely at the anecdotes. Jake seemed to appreciate the escape; he was fully invested. For a little while, it was as though the rabbit lady didn’t exist at all.

#Going Home in a Box #GHIAB #Charlie Emily #Jake #Security Puppet #Old Sun #Superstar Daycare #Jeremy Fitzgerald #Teaser

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boundingcanine · 1 year

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my first ever ponysona, iPad soundwave … i redrew her. This isn’t finished btw lol , her main coat color was green and she was half robot and escaped from the rainbow factory

i was an internet child alright.

I made her in 2012-2013.. WHO NAMES THEIR OC IPAD SOUNDWAVE?

HERE WAS HER FIRST ART PIECE.

#being autistic #mlpoc #brony #fandom #disabled artist #why did i do that to myself #what the fuck #tbh her design was okay #ponyposting #my little pony #art improvement

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Who Would Attack the Anti-Authoritarian Left?

Stephen Jay Morris

3/20/23

For the simple minded, American politics have always been about “who’s the bad guy, and who’s the good guy?” Sorry people, but it just doesn’t work that way. That infantile, third grade message is intended for the White working class. Delivered in a high feminine voice, such tripe regards the American people as naive, little kids. Obscurantism is like a magic potion slathered onto the unwashed masses heads: Hey boys and girls! Government is bad for you and your puppy! Look, here is a new word: Can you say “woke?” Everybody, repeat after me, “woke.” Choke the woke!

Inherent in social engineering, one must find a boogeyman. Now, from the Right, it’s this woke shit! Well, guess what, boys and girls? There is a new word in town! It is, “chud.” Spelled C-H-U-D. Can you say “chud?” Everybody say, “chud!” Chuds are bad people! They are bullies! They pick on people weaker than them! They hate poor people, gay people, black people, workers, women like your mom! They hate little children, like you! They hate rainbows! Say, “Boo to the chuds!! Boo! BOO!”

Okay, enough of chud propaganda techniques! Its seems that the word, “Left” just wasn’t making it among the Right so, now, its this “woke” horse shit! Back in my day, we leftists comprised 17% of the Baby Boom generation. Our chimerical idealism made us look like fantast layabouts. We smoked the magic weed and songs of utopia floated from our vocal chords. The so-called “Establishment” thought, for a summer, that we were harmless, starry-eyed goofballs. Then came SDS and the Black Panthers, and the shit got real! No, it wasn’t the Soviet Union behind the urban riots and student strikes! One glaring fault about the Right is that they can never conceive that oppressed people do organize themselves. Believing that people don’t become rebels of their own volition, that they must be brainwashed, or that it’s Satan who makes them into revolutionaries, is the deadly mistake the Right continuously makes.

Anti-intellectualism has been a staple for narcissistic conservatives. The narcissists will always tell their subjects, “Do not think! I will do all the thinking for you.” When you are a child, you are completely dependent upon your parents. This is as natural as morning dew on grass. A six year old kid can’t fill out a tax form. So, their dependency is justified. Then comes adulthood. The servants of the ruling class send you mixed messages. They tell you not to be dependent upon government handouts; to pull yourself up by your own bootstraps when you are barefoot and pregnant! Then, they tell you to be authority dependent on the ruling class, and fully dependent on God! If a cop beats the hell out of you, well, you probably deserved it.

The most benign place I have ever been to is the public library. The librarians were always the friendliest people I encountered. They graciously helped me find whatever information I needed. The place was always kept at the perfect room temperature. To escape the summer heat, I could go inside, find a novel, and read the day away. Alan Ginsberg, the late poet, asked the immortal question, “America! Why is your library full of tears?” I never knew what that line meant. Then, I started my quest for political truth. It is said, “The truth has a Left wing bias.” What does that mean? Slavery existed in America. America committed genocide on the Native Americans. Women weren’t allowed to vote until 1920, or to have a credit card until 1972. America exploited its children by having them work in factories for pennies on the dollar. America dropped a nuclear bomb on Japan and it placed Japanese Americans in concentration camps to protect them from angry white men. (Well, that is one explanation; I don’t know if its true,)

Now, public schools, teachers, and libraries are under attack by the Authoritarian Right. They want to replace objective history with White Nationalist propaganda: White Anglo Saxon people are the master race, America is like God, it is perfect and never committed any wrongs. They don’t want critical thinking, they want magical thinking! As far as the master race goes: Marjorie Taylor Greene. Do I need to say more??

Make America Woke! Not Chud!

#stephenjaymorris #poets on tumblr #american politics #anarchism #anarcosindicalismo #anarcho syndicalism #anarchopunk #anarchocapitalism #anarcho nihilism #anarchofeminism #anarchocommunism #Anarcho queer

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zook-x · 2 years

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(I can't draw but I wanted to do a rainbow factory ask blog since rainbow factory is one of my favorite things in the fandom. Outside of the original series and FIM that is. Anyways I hope I get some asks)

*absentia's scratches the back of the head near her collar. The small orange filly moves her purple mane out of her eyes as a camera is adjusted to stair that her. Absentia is sitting in a small uncomfortable chair*

Absentia: W-What are we doing?

*a voice comes from behind the camera*: an ask blog, that should be obvious, or did you hit your head in another escape attempt.

Absentia: no rainbow dash, but this is stupid!

*absentia glares but starts to shake in fear

RD: I could always throw you into the pegisus devise if you prefer.

*absentia shakes her head*

RD: that reminds since this failure absentia here has made another escape attempt, any suggestions on a good punishment, one that won't kill her.

#rainbow factory #mlp #mlp rp blog #mlp ask blog #mlp grimdark #rainbow dash #absentia #scootaloo

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From Wonka's Factory to Nightmare Alley: "The Unknown"

Remember that disastrous Willy Wonka experience that went viral? Yeah, the one with the low-budget costumes, empty chocolate rooms, and creepy dude in a silver mask who scared the living daylights out of everyone? Well, get ready to relive the nightmare, because that masked menace, "The Unknown," is getting his own horror movie. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I2ei4EXX8jQ Wait, what? You heard that right. Kaledonia Pictures, a Scottish film production company, is bringing "The Unknown" to the big screen. This isn't your typical Wonka tale of singing Oompa Loompas and everlasting gobstoppers. This is a full-blown horror flick inspired by the unintentional chills sent down the spines of unsuspecting children (and probably some adults too). So, what's the story? The movie follows a renowned illustrator and his wife, still haunted by the tragic death of their son, Charlie. Seeking solace, they escape to the remote Scottish Highlands, where they stumble upon an "unknowable evil". Now, we don't know exactly what this evil is, but considering the inspiration, it's safe to say it's not rainbows and sugarplums. Is this just a cheap cash grab? Maybe not. The original "Unknown" experience, despite its hilariously low quality, became an internet sensation. It tapped into a strange sense of nostalgia mixed with horror, reminding us that even the most beloved childhood memories can be twisted into something unsettling. Will "The Unknown" be good? Only time will tell. But one thing's for sure: it's certainly unique. It's not every day you see a horror movie inspired by a botched promotional event. Plus, with a late 2024 release date, we don't have to wait too long to find out if this "Unknown" entity will truly terrify us, or leave us scratching our heads in confusion (or maybe both). So, buckle up, horror fans and Wonka enthusiasts alike. "The Unknown" is coming, and it promises to be a wild ride, even if it leaves you questioning your childhood memories of chocolate rivers and singing candy makers. Source: Bloody Disgusting Read the full article

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Palworld Devs Accused of Plagiarism and Using AI Art

Palworld has seen a good bit of success recently with the sport topping Steam charts and promoting hundreds of thousands of copies in its first day of early entry launch. Nevertheless, it’s not all sunshine and rainbows for the title because it’s now being accused of plagiarism and using AI artwork by a number of social media customers on-line as spotted by VGC. Whereas Palworld has its justifiable share of distinct and notable variations from the Pokemon collection, internet denizens have identified the sport’s similarities to the collection particularly between its Buddies and Pokemon. Some have additionally identified Pocketpair CEO Takuro Mizobe’s historical past with AI, and his reward for the expertise, and because of this, a number of have additionally claimed that Palworld makes use of AI expertise to generate its buddies however these claims have but to be confirmed in any means. It’s additionally value mentioning that CEO Mizobe lately claimed that Palworld’s 100 character ideas have been largely created by a single graduate scholar. Nevertheless, despite all these claims Palworld continues to be at present an enormous success with numbers steadily rising. Palworld launched on January 19 and is offered now for Xbox Sequence X/S, Xbox One, and PC by way of Steam and Microsoft Retailer. Additionally it is accessible on Xbox Recreation Go. Reminder to not assist palworld, it is not even delicate about its rip offs, how a lot else has it stolen? pic.twitter.com/amoWemNcpC — AutumnRaptor (@AutumnRaptor1) January 17, 2024 here is the CEO of Pocketpair speaking about utilizing AI to bypass copyright, producing fakemons with it, calling AI: Artwork Imposter a real-time picture technology recreation, and being excited for video games powered by GPT-4 pic.twitter.com/79xwZr0yEI — Zaytri 🍉 FREE PALESTINE (@imZaytri) January 19, 2024 since I am bored as hell, I am gonna be making a thread of this i feel… Palworld design evaluation attempting to identify each pokemon they mixed in pic.twitter.com/Ch9jcx5hCI — onion_mu (@onion_mu) January 18, 2024 The sport’s particulars by way of the developer: Palworld is a recreation about residing a gradual life with mysterious creatures “Pal” or throwing your self into life-and-death battles with poachers. You may make Buddies combat, breed, assist with farming, or work in factories. You may as well promote them off and even slaughter them to eat! That nonetheless, is forbidden by legislation. Key Options Survival – This world is filled with risks equivalent to meals shortages, harsh climate, and unlawful poachers. You have to be ready to do something if you wish to survive. You might even must eat Buddies generally… Using and exploration – Fly, swim, dig holes… you possibly can discover all types of locations on lands, the ocean, and within the sky by using Buddies. Constructing – Do you need to construct a pyramid? You'll be able to have numerous Buddies work on the development. Don’t fear; labor legal guidelines gained’t be utilized to Buddies. Life – Make your life extra comfy by amassing a wide range of helpful Buddies to mild fires, generate energy, and mine minerals. Farming – Completely different Buddies are good at various things equivalent to sowing, watering, harvesting, or else. Create engaging farms and orchards along with your Buddies. There are additionally Buddies that may duplicate themselves once they’re planted. Manufacturing facility and Automation – It's important for automation to let Buddies do the guide work. Construct a manufacturing facility and place Buddies in it. They are going to work ceaselessly so long as they’re fed till the top of their lifetime. Dungeon Exploration – With Buddies, you’ll be secure in harmful areas. In case you are in peril, you utilize Buddies to cowl your escape! They’ll give their lives to guard you. Breeding and Heredity – While you breed Buddies, they inherit the dad and mom’ traits. Combine uncommon species Buddies to lift the strongest Buddies! Poaching and Crime – Endangered species Buddies reside within the searching prohibited space. When you sneak in and catch them, you’ll get tons of cash! It’s solely unlawful in the event you get caught. Multiplayer – This recreation helps multiplayer. Invite your folks to go on an journey collectively. After all, you possibly can battle and commerce with different gamers! Keep tuned at Gaming Instincts by way of Twitter, YouTube, Instagram, and Facebook for extra gaming information. Source link Read the full article

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Thoughts on Invisible Man? a little surprised you never reviewed it. And did you ever read any of Ellison’s other work?

I didn't review it because I read it before I started writing those and haven't reread it yet. But it's a masterpiece, one of the true Great American Novels, responding to and extending the prior entrants in what retrospectively appears to be a sequence (Moby-Dick, Huckleberry Finn, Absalom, Absalom!) and preparing the way for the later entrants (Gravity's Rainbow, Beloved, Underworld), while also ringing changes on international modernism and Existentialism, especially the works of Dostoevsky, Kafka, Eliot, Joyce, Sartre, Camus. The discursive passages are true Emersonian essays on the meaning of America. The great narrative passages—especially the two set pieces of the battle royal at the beginning and the paint factory in the middle—prove that something like genius has to exist, because you can't as a novelist will such scenes into being, scenes that seamlessly fuse symbolism and naturalism, allegory and realism, with an almost Dante-like compression, so beautifully and so powerfully that even he could never do it again.

The common complaint is that the second half is weaker than the first, which I think is true—my memories of the second half are a bit dim—but so what? A large book, a book whose size and scale are part of its meaning, will have its longeurs. The other common complaint, one also made about Ellison's friend, Saul Bellow, who wrote another Great American Novel with The Adventures of Augie March around the same time, concerns the novel's politics, its Cold War liberalism or incipient neoconservatism attacking both leftism and separatist identity politics as Soviet- and Nazi-like inner threats to the American experiment:

No indeed, the world is just as concrete, ornery, vile and sublimely wonderful as before, only now I better understand my relation to it and it to me. I've come a long way from those days when, full of illusion, I lived a public life and attempted to function under tbe assumption that the world was solid and all the relationships therein. Now I know men are different and that all life is divided and that only in division is there true health. Hence again I have stayed in my hole, because up above there's an increasing passion to make men conform to a pattern. Just as in my nightmare. Jack and the boys are waiting with their knives, looking for the slightest excuse to....well, to "ball the jack," and I do not refer to the old dance step, although what they're doing is making the old eagle rock dangerously.

Whence all this passion toward conformity anyway? — diversity is the word. Let man keep his many parts and you'll have no tyrant states. Why, if they follow this conformity business they'll end up by forcing me, an invisible man, to become white, which is not a color but the lack of one. Must I strive toward colorlessness? But seriously, and without snobbery, think of what the world would lose if that should happen. America is woven of many strands; I would recognize them and let it so remain. It's "winner take nothing" that is the great truth of our country or of any country. Life is to be lived, not controlled; and humanity is won by continuing to play in face of certain defeat. Our fate is to become one, and yet many— This is not prophecy, but description. Thus one of the greatest jokes in the world is the spectacle of the whites busy escaping blackness and becoming blacker every day, and the blacks striving toward whiteness, becoming quite dull and gray. None of us seems to know who he is or where he's going.

Ellison's later stances, such as his support for the Vietnam War, can certainly be questioned. But for the leftist critique of the novel's individualism and pluralism to be persuasive, communism and separatist identity politics would probably need to have a better historical record than they do.

Other work: I like Ellison's literary essays, especially "The World and the Jug" and "Twentieth Century Fiction and the Black Mask of Humanity," but I haven't read his other fiction (the whole Juneteenth/Shooting situation seems like the occasion for a graduate seminar, not one or two novels one sits down to read; sometimes I wish what writers didn't finish, what writers didn't intend to publish, wouldn't be published, speaking more here as writer than reader).

#ralph ellison #american literature #literary criticism

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