#indigo vhs

[cl0verdrag0n]

NEW OC COMING THROUGH!! :3

Meet Indigo VHS, or simply "V", the "VHS everybody's raving to"!

Lately, they've been becoming more popular amongst certain people and probably EVERYONE on online platforms. Man, they must be living the LIFE of paradise if they're getting famous over a piece of music and all!

However, it's not really what they want.

Among the desire to be noticed by others and the passion for music, there is something else they want.

A healthy relationship in their personal life.

They just want to be acknowledged instead of judged for who they are.

ANYWAYS HERE'S INDIGO [VHS] W/O THEIR WHOLE PERSONA AND ALL

AND HERE'S THE V PERSONA THEY APPEAR AS

This is half objectsona and half OC since I'm not really that famous :,)

But it's me nonetheless.... :D

YEAH THERE MIGHT BE SOME MORE LORE FOR THEM EHEHEHEHEHE :333

Do what you must with this post. Draw 'em. Or don't. I don't mind either!

Also, why do they kinda remind me of Hannah Montana?

I mean, hear me out, the followers get the best of both worlds lol-

*LEAVES THE SONG HERE*

IN CASE YOU WANT SOME NOSTALGIA

[reimidy]

classic anime za protag

w/ vhs effect:

[in-the-nights]

Found a CRT I grew up with and threw on one of my childhood Pokemon tapes! ^_^

[wickedwitchoftheweigels]

[traceysketchit]

Indigo League VHS covers, 1999

[cocoapowderpictures]

To Finley: How's your job as lifeguard going for ya?

"Vh'i hjgn, bmg tpme. V ginw hm smfn hxn edhnj. Rgh pme... dzhnj exdh hxnb wvw, V odp'h nfnp ihdpw hm smmt dh vh."

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Thank you once again to @welcome-to-hotel-california for the ask!! And thank you everyone else for the wonderful questions you've been sending my way. It's really, really wonderful to see people curious about the story behind my AU heheh.

I've been working on the responses for the other asks but they may take some time to finish because I've recently lost my apple pencil.... so I've been drawing everything using my finger 🥲. Hopefully I find it soon aha.

For those who want to decipher the encoded message, just know that this one is a bit tougher compared to the last one. Small hint: The key to the message is in this text (:

For those unfamiliar, these characters are part of my Cast Chronicles AU, an Indigo Park AU set in the 1960s. In this alternate reality, the main cast mascots are human employees who worked together at Indigo Park. As the story unfolds, we delve into their roles within the park and the friendships they form. However, things take a turn for the worse when they begin to mysteriously disappear, one by one.

Feel free to ask any questions you may have about the AU!!

[schrodingerspsycho]

I Just Want You To Be Happy - Chapter 2

Pairing - Taissa Turner x Van Palmer x Reader

Warnings - Angst, implied smut at the beginning, spoilers for This Is Spinal Tap

Word Count - 5.5k

Summary - Van tells Taissa how she really feels, and comfort is found in the most unlikely of places.

Chapter 1

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The next morning, just like every morning, a harsh beeping sound jolted you awake. You groped at your bedside table, trying to turn the alarm off before it woke Van. When you finally opened your eyes you found that she was lying directly on top of you. You smiled; you woke up in this position more often than not, and you secretly adored it no matter how much you teased her. You stroked her hair lovingly as you watched the slow rise and fall of her chest. She looked so peaceful in her sleep. You knew that she had probably stayed up for at least another hour after you drifted off, her anxiety keeping her awake. If it were up to you, you’d close the store for the day to give her time to deal with everything, but you knew she would never allow that. She would want to keep as much of a sense of normalcy as possible, no matter how badly she needed a break. But at least you could grant her a few extra minutes of rest.

“Good morning, baby,” you whispered when she began to stir.

“Hey,” she smiled up at you sleepily. You grinned. You would never stop being amazed by how beautiful she was. She leaned forward and kissed you lazily, humming contentedly against your lips.

“How are you feeling?”

“Tired,” she chuckled, stifling a yawn.

“Why don’t I go out and get us coffee after we open the store? How does that sound?” you asked, still stroking her hair. Then you trailed your hand down to her waist. “Or I could help you wake up another way.”

She lifted her head to smirk at you, fully awake now. You wiggled your eyebrows mischievously. Then she sighed. “We shouldn’t.”

You flashed her a dramatic pout before kissing the tip of her nose with a giggle. “Alright,” you agreed, though somewhat reluctantly. She gave you a piteous smile and kissed you deeply, bringing her hand up to cup your cheek. She still pulled away too quickly for your liking, but you could understand why her mind was elsewhere.

“We have to open the store, my love,” she said gently.

“I know,” you lamented. Van tried to get up, but you threw your arms around her neck and pulled her back down. “Not yet,” you gasped out before kissing her again. “Okay, now we can go.”

“You are something else,” Van murmured with a lovesick smile. Then she finally got up and you followed, admiring her shamelessly the way you did every morning. She was wearing your old Bart Simpson t-shirt and a pair of plaid boxers, and call you old-fashioned, but she’d never looked sexier. You really hated it when she decided to be the responsible one. “I can feel you staring,” she said without looking at you.

“What can I say? I like it when you get protective.”

“Oh, I can see that,” she teased.

“My white knight.”

“Shut up.”

You fell into a comfortable silence for a bit after that, going about your morning routine as you did every day. You brushed past her as you made your way to the dresser, not noticing that it was her eyes that lingered this time.

“Did we have any donuts left over yesterday, or did you eat them all?” you asked as you decided on an outfit for the day.

“Yeah, we do. And if I recall, you’re the one who ate three.”

“It’s your fault for buying so many jelly-filled! You know I can’t resist them!” you defended with a grin. “Jelly-filled are my favorite. Nothing beats a jelly-filled donut!”

“Did you just quote Pokémon at me?”

“Maybe.”

Van snorted. “Sounds like somebody’s been watching the merchandise.”

“We just got the entire Indigo League season on VHS, you can’t expect me not to watch it!”

“Hey, I’m not complaining,” she smiled. “Just don’t forget to rewind it and bring it back down so the customers can watch it too.”

“When have I ever done that?” you said indignantly. Van raised an eyebrow. “…Recently?”

“Last month.”

“Hey, that was not my fault! We were watching that movie together, you forgot it too!”

“You brought it up, it’s on you to bring it back down,” she shrugged, smirking. You rolled your eyes.

“Whatever,” you conceded, kissing her on the cheek. “I’m gonna take a shower.”

“Wait,” she said softly, hooking her finger on the waistband of your pajama pants and tugging you closer. “Y’know, I don’t think coffee’s gonna be enough to wake me up after all.”

You smiled at her as she bit her lip, dropping your clean clothes on the floor and grabbing her hips. She gasped when you pulled her in, pressing her chest to yours and kissing her roughly. She wrapped her arms around your shoulders and held you in place, her fingernails scratching lightly against the nape of your neck. You lifted her off the ground without breaking the kiss and carried her back to bed. Then you laid her down gently and pulled away. She let out a soft whine.

“If we’re gonna do this, you’re going to have to be quiet,” you whispered, playing with the hem of her shirt. She nodded. She was staring up at you hungrily, in the way that always made your head spin. You leaned down and began sucking at her neck, relishing in the familiar way her body shuddered underneath you. If you had your way, you would spend the whole day worshiping her like this.

“God, just fuck me already,” Van hissed, grasping a fistful of your hair and shoving you downward.

“As you wish,” you grinned.

Tai blinked slowly as light from the window shone onto her face. She sighed and rolled over, her head throbbing. Then she remembered.

She sat up slowly, gazing around the empty apartment. She checked her phone; she had fifteen missed calls from Soyun and only eight percent battery left, and it was already past ten thirty. She put her phone back down and got up, pacing aimlessly. There was a donut box on the counter next to a note scrawled in Van’s familiar messy handwriting. Taissa smiled to herself as she picked it up.

There’s one donut left that you can have for breakfast, or you can help yourself to anything in the fridge.

Tai opened the box and took a bite, the sugary goodness melting in her mouth. It had been a while since she’d had a donut. Maybe she should start eating them again.

Then she noticed a picture frame in the corner that she hadn’t seen the night before. It was a photo of you and Van, standing on a beach somewhere with your arms around each other. You both had wet hair and a slight sunburn on your shoulders, and Van seemed to be laughing in surprise at the kiss you were planting on her cheek. There was no gray in your hair, so the picture must have been a few years old. Taissa’s smile fell.

After changing into the clothes that were left for her on the coffee table (another sweater she could tell was yours) Taissa headed downstairs. As she neared the beaded curtain that led to the back office, she heard the music playing faintly from the speakers in the store. It was a song she hadn’t heard in years and it took her a second to place it, but she recognized it as Bon Jovi’s “You Give Love a Bad Name”. 

Taissa stepped through the curtain hesitantly and saw Van sitting at the desk. “Hey,” she said softly. Van barely glanced at her. “I’m sorry about last night. Whatever I did, I-”

“Whatever you did?” Van repeated, her voice dripping with scorn. “Do you really think you can just waltz down here and give me some empty apology without even knowing what you did?”

“Alright, then what did I do?”

Van scoffed and finally turned around to glare at her. “You tried to kiss me,” she snarled. “And then you put your fucking hands on Y/N.”

Taissa’s eyes widened in horror. “Van, I’m so sorry,” she breathed. “Did I… did I hurt them?”

“Thank god, no.”

“Well, did I say anything?”

“Yeah. Yeah, you got right down in their face and said ‘you’. You practically growled it, I mean, you sounded like an animal.”

“That’s it? What does that mean?”

“I don’t fucking know, Taissa,” Van snapped. “It sure sounded like a threat, but I wasn’t gonna wait around and find out.”

“I’m so sorry, Van. I never meant for this to happen-”

Van let out a laugh. It was dark and humorless, and the sound was haunting coming from her. When Taissa looked up, she saw a flash of coldness in her eyes. The familiarity of it sent a shiver down her spine. “Oh, don’t act like you didn’t know this was going to happen. Like you thought that all of this would just magically go away when you got here. No, you knew exactly what you were doing.”

“You think I wanted this? I don’t remember anything, Van! I wasn’t in control, you know that!”

“Yeah, like that makes it any better.”

“That’s not fair.”

“Oh, I’m the one who’s not being fair?” Van yelled. “Not you, who came crawling back to me because you ran out of people who will put up with your bullshit? Who can’t hide behind your denial and your facade of professionalism anymore and decided to make it my problem because you never learned how to cope? Who expected me to pick up the pieces without giving a second thought to how you or your alter ego might affect me and the people I love? Give me a break. You haven’t been fair a day in your life and you know it.”

Taissa felt tears pricking the corners of her eyes just as she noticed them welling up in Van’s. “Fine,” she croaked after a moment. “You’re right. I’m so sorry. Maybe I should go.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I know when I’m not wanted.”

“I never said that.” Van stared her down, and Taissa found herself unable to walk away. “I told you I was gonna help you, and I meant it. But I gotta take care of myself, too. And Y/N. So I’d appreciate it if we could just cut the bullshit and see this for what it is.”

“And what is it?”

Van chuckled. “It’s fucking terrifying. This blast from the past is fucking up both our lives, just like always. And now we’ve gotta figure out how to be fucking civil about it.”

Taissa nodded solemnly. “I really am sorry about what happened last night.”

“I know you are,” Van sighed with a small smile. “And I know it wasn’t your fault. I’m just trying to keep Y/N as far away from this as possible. They’re the best thing I have and I can’t let them get poisoned like we are. They don’t deserve that.”

“Of course. I would never want that.”

They stood there in silence for a few moments, the atmosphere heavy but not awkward. Tai gazed at Van timidly as she processed everything she’d said. It was amazing how even after all these years, she could still read her like an open book. Tai wasn’t sure if she liked it or not.

“You said something else, by the way,” Van said, breaking the silence. “Before. You said ‘This isn’t where we’re supposed to be’. Does that mean anything to you?”

“No. I have no idea,” Taissa sighed. Van shrugged. “Wait. I said “we”? Who’s “we”?”

Van gave her a sad look, but before she could respond they heard the sound of the side door opening.

“I have returned!” you announced with a goofy grin. Van lit up at the sight of you, the pain from their conversation all but vanished from her face.

“Hi, baby,” she greeted, kissing you on the cheek as she took the bag from your hand. “What’s this?”

“I got you one of those breakfast sandwiches that you like,” you smiled. “I figured a leftover donut didn’t quite make a full meal.”

“Oh, yes! That sounds delicious. Thanks, babe.” She set the bag down on the desk and gave you a lingering kiss as she took her coffee from you.

“And Taissa, they only had one vegetarian option, so I hope you like avocado.”

“You got me a sandwich?” Taissa said, dumbfounded.

“Of course,” you smiled. “And here’s your coffee. A brown sugar oat shaken espresso.”

Tai took the cup slowly, her eyes flickering between it and you. “How did you know?” was all she could get out.

“Van told me,” you answered before taking your own sandwich out of the bag. Tai turned her gaze to Van, who had gone back to shelving the tapes.

“You remembered my coffee order,” she breathed as if she was afraid to voice the idea. Van shook her head like she was dismissing an unwelcome thought.

“Of course, I remembered,” she mumbled.

“Thank you so much,” Taissa blurted, taking her eyes off Van and turning back to you. “And I’m so sorry for what I did last night. I never wanted to-”

“It’s okay,” you assured her. “I know you weren’t in control. No harm, no foul.”

“A-are you sure? I just feel awful, and I-”

“Don’t worry about it, Taissa,” you insisted. “Seriously, it’s fine. Just relax and enjoy your coffee.”

Tai glanced over at Van, who was intently avoiding looking at either of you. She took a sip, and the familiar taste of the coffee calmed her nerves. “Thank you again. This really hits the spot.”

“I’m glad you like it. It’s from the best cafe in town,” you said with a wink.

Taissa ate her breakfast in silence, leaning in the doorway and observing as you and Van shelved the tapes. You moved so seamlessly together; the way you handed each other tapes without looking and passed each other your coffees from the desk without a word was honestly impressive. But the loving glances and whispered inside jokes you kept exchanging made it hard for her to watch. A pit had formed in her stomach, and she’d never felt more out of place. God, I’ve really fucked everything up, haven’t I?

The bell chimed out in the lobby just as Taissa was finishing her sandwich, and they heard heavy footsteps approaching quickly from the front door. You and Van shared a look.

“Maddy,” you both said in unison.

Van headed to the front of the store, and soon the muffled sounds of a cheery conversation drifted through the beaded curtain. “Who’s Maddy?” Taissa asked you.

“She’s our most loyal customer,” you explained. “Comes in about twice a week. She and Van are pretty close. She’s always giving her recommendations, and they can talk about movies for hours if you let them. She’s a really sweet kid.”

“Oh, that’s nice,” Taissa smiled.

“Do you want to go out and meet her?” you asked. “I mean, if you’re going to be here a while, then you’re bound to run into her eventually.”

“No, I couldn’t do that. I mean it would be weird, right?”

“Only if you make it weird,” you said. Then Van walked back into the office and handed you a tape of The Watermelon Woman. “Wait, did she watch this already? I thought she had a term paper due?”

Van just shrugged. “Maybe she finished it. I don’t know, I’m the cool one who gives her movies, and you’re the lame one who asks her about school.”

“Hey!”

“Love you,” Van smirked.

“Did she like it?” you asked as you reshelved the tape.

Van grinned. “Yeah, she loved it. She said it spoke to her. Motivated her to start working on her screenplay again. She said she wrote a whole half page after she watched it.”

“That’s great!” you smiled. “Y’know, Taissa said she didn’t want to meet her.”

“I-I didn’t say that!” Taissa insisted. Van raised an eyebrow at her and you snickered. “I just… thought it would be weird.”

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Van said, sharing a mischievous grin with you. “But if you’re here long enough, you’re gonna meet her eventually.”

Taissa nodded dumbly as you followed Van through the curtain. She considered her options for a moment and decided that meeting Maddy would be less awkward than just standing there. So she took a deep breath and stepped out into the lobby. 

“Oh, Maddy, this is Taissa,” Van said when Maddy noticed her. “She’s my old friend, and she’s staying with us for a while.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Taissa said, reaching out her hand. Maddy shook it with a smile.

“Right back at ya,” she said. Then she snapped and pointed a finger gun at Taissa with a smirk. “What’s your favorite A24 film?”

“My favorite… what?”

“It’s a movie production studio,” Van chuckled as you giggled into your hand. “She asks everybody that.”

“You don’t know what A24 is? Oh, you gotta give her the crash course, VP,” Maddy grinned. Taissa turned to stare at Van.

“You saw Moonlight, right?”

“Uh, yeah. It was amazing.”

“Then there you go. That’s your favorite.”

Taissa nodded.

“Well, I’ve got to run,” Maddy said, slapping the counter. “It was great to meet you… Taissa? Right?”

“Yeah, it’s Taissa. It was nice to meet you too.”

Maddy smiled and waved at them as she walked toward the door. “I’ll see you guys tonight!”

You and Van grinned at each other as the door slammed shut, then you headed back into the office. Taissa raised an eyebrow at Van.

“VP?”

“What? It’s a nickname,” she said, rolling her eyes.

“It’s cute,” Tai smiled. “She seems like a good kid.”

“Yeah, she’s the best.”

“So what’s going on tonight?”

“It’s movie night,” Van grinned. “Every Saturday night we set up a projector and chairs and show a movie in the store. People love it, it’s a lot of fun.”

“That’s sounds awesome. Do you make any profit off it, or-”

“Yep, we sure do!” you exclaimed, appearing behind Taissa and moving to stand at Van’s side. “We sell tickets, popcorn, candy, and drinks all on the cheap! ‘Vintage movies at vintage prices’ is our slogan.”

“Y/N came up with that,” Van said proudly, putting an arm around your waist and leaning into you. “They were an advertising executive before they started working here.”

“Oh wow,” Taissa said. “That’s impressive.”

“Thanks. It was a good job. Nice office, big paycheck, and I got to flex my creative muscles. But I love this job so much more,” you beamed, holding Van close and rubbing your thumb up and down her bicep. “Plus it helps that I’m sleeping with the boss.”

“Shut up!” Van laughed, shoving you playfully. But you kept your arm around her and pulled her back in, kissing her on the cheek. “You co-own the store now, you idiot. You gotta stop making that joke.”

“Never,” you grinned, shaking your head. “It’s too funny.”

“You co-own the store?” Tai asked, her voice quivering slightly.

“Well, I wasn’t gonna make them invest in, work at, and live over a store they didn’t own,” Van explained. “We finalized things a few months ago, but it’s felt like our store for a long time now.”

“Oh, wow. That’s nice,” Taissa mumbled halfheartedly. Then she cleared her throat. “So what movie are you playing tonight?”

“This Is Spinal Tap,” you answered. “Have you seen it?”

“Yeah, I have. Van is actually the one who first showed it to me. Remember? It’s a great movie.”

“Oh yeah, I do remember! Wasn’t that the night we drank those Zimas that you stole from your aunt?”

“It was!” Taissa laughed. “And we got too drunk to remember the end of the movie so you made us watch it again the next morning when we were hungover!”

“Hey, I stand by that. You needed to see it through to the end!”

“Of course, you would say that,” Tai grinned. Van laughed, her eyes shining. God, how Taissa had missed that laugh.

“That sounds fun,” you said, a hint of annoyance in your voice.

“Oh, it was,” Van nodded, winking at Tai. “And we haven’t even told you the best part yet.”

“Hey now, we don’t need to-”

“Taissa thought it was a real documentary,” she said gleefully. “She thought the whole thing was real, you should’ve seen her, she just kept getting angrier and angrier at all the jokes!”

“That was only because you told me it was a documentary!” Tai accused, pointing a finger at her playfully. “Excuse me for trusting my best friend!”

“It took her until the amp that goes to eleven to figure it out.”

“No way!” you cried, bursting into a fit of laughter when you caught sight of Taissa’s sheepish expression. “That’s like twenty minutes into the movie! How did you not realize?”

“I don’t know, I was probably too drunk to be paying attention,” she shrugged.

“Not yet, you weren’t,” Van smirked. “You were paying enough attention to shout at the screen every thirty seconds. You kept complaining about how they were ‘getting things wrong’ and ‘how could they put that in the documentary’?”

“Okay, you know what? That… that was a long time ago. I was a kid.”

You and Van laughed at her weak attempt to defend herself, and Taissa smiled in spite of everything. She felt a flutter in her chest when she looked at the two of you. What was it? Happiness? Hope? It had been so long since she’d felt either.

But whatever it was, of course, it was too good to last.

After lunch, Taissa was able to borrow a charger from you and Van and had excused herself up to the apartment to make a very important phone call. She adjusted her hair anxiously as she stared at herself on the screen, waiting for her to pick up. And on the third try, she answered.

“What the hell do you want, Taissa?”

“Uh, h-hi, Denise,” she faltered, shrinking under her mother-in-law’s disapproving gaze. “Um, I was just calling to see if I could talk to Sammy.”

“He’s not here right now.”

“Well, where is he?”

“Harold took him to the park. Something his mother should be doing. But she can’t, because you put her in the goddamn hospital!”

“I-I know, and I will never be able to apologize for that enough-”

“Oh, you got that right,” Denise scoffed.

“Um, well, can you call me later so I can talk to him when he gets back?”

“No. I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why not?”

“Because first, you throw him and his mother out of the house, then you leave him at school for hours and put his mother in a coma, and then you run off to god knows where without a word! You’ve traumatized that poor boy enough, don’t you think?”

Taissa felt tears sting the corners of her eyes. “Okay, you’re right. I have done some bad things lately. I haven’t been doing well. But I’m getting help! That’s why I left, to get help so I can get better and be there for Sammy. I-I just want to let him know that I’m okay and that I’m getting help and I’m gonna be home as soon as I can.”

“Yeah, sure you are,” Denise snapped dismissively. “Where the hell are you anyway? That doesn’t look like any hospital.”

“Well, I-I’m not at a hospital, I’m staying with an old friend. B-but she can help me, I swear! Please, just tell Sammy-”

“Trust me, Taissa, he does not want to hear from you right now. It’ll only hurt him more.”

“That’s not your decision, he-”

“You put my daughter in the hospital,” she seethed, tears threatening to fall from her eyes. “She nearly died because of you! And then you abandoned her and her son! You are in no position to be asking anything from me!”

“I know,” Taissa croaked. “I know, I know, and I’m sorry! I’m so, so sorry. Just please, tell Sammy I’m going to get better and that I love him. Please!”

“He’s more worried about his mother right now.”

“I’m his mother too,” Taissa quavered.

“Then start acting like it.”

And with that, Taissa’s phone screen went black. She stared blankly at it for a moment as tears spilled from her eyes, then she let it fall to the floor. Her hands shook as she covered her face, finally breaking down and sobbing.

You sighed as you finished a sale to a couple in their sixties. The man had poorly concealed white hair and could barely stop bragging about still having his own VCR long enough to pay. He put his hand in the woman’s back pocket as they walked out, and you winced in disgust.

“Why do men always have the worst taste in movies?” you said as Van approached the counter. “He said he wanted an action-comedy, and then he ignored all my suggestions and picked Howard the Duck. Howard the Duck! Why do we even have that movie?”

“Yeah, I don’t know what to tell ya,” Van chuckled. “And you know he’s going to come back in and blame you when his girlfriend hates it.”

“Yeah, well, I hope she leaves him,” you said, and Van smirked. “I’m gonna go upstairs and get a pop, you want anything?”

“No, I’m good. Thanks though.”

You nodded and headed upstairs. But when you entered the apartment, you heard sniffling and noticed that Taissa was curled up on your couch with her head in her hands.

“Taissa?” you called softly, stepping toward her. “Are you okay?”

She wiped her eyes and sat up slowly, refusing to look at you. “No. No, I’m not.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“I called my mother-in-law to ask if I could talk to Sammy,” she sighed. You sat on the other side of the couch and she continued avoiding your gaze. “But she said it wasn’t a good idea. That I’ve already traumatized him enough. And she’s right. My own son doesn’t even want to speak to me, and I can’t blame him.”

“I’m so sorry,” you said softly, and she finally glanced up at you. “I can’t imagine how difficult all of this must be for you. I wish I could do more to help. But I can see how much you love him. I’m sure he knows it too.”

“Why are you being nice to me?” Taissa snapped. “Why did you even agree to help me at all? You should hate me!”

“Because of what you did last night?” you asked gently. “Taissa, I already told you, I forgive you for that. I know you weren’t in control. Of course, I’m not going to hate you for that. It’s water under the bridge.”

Taissa stared guiltily at the floor.

“Oh,” you nodded. “You’re asking why I don’t see you as a threat to my relationship with Van,” you said, finally voicing the concern that’s been itching in the back of your mind since Taissa showed up in your store. “Should I see you as a threat to my relationship with Van?”

“I-I don’t know, I mean I… no! No, of course not! Of course not.” Taissa shifted uncomfortably.

“Look, I’m not stupid. I know what kind of relationship you and Van had. I know it meant a lot to her, and I imagine it meant a lot to you too. But I also have complete trust in my partner,” you smiled. “I’m not a jealous person. You’ve given me no reason to question your intentions, and I trust that you aren’t going to. Van and I are in a committed relationship, and so are you. There’s no reason for anyone to mess with that, and no reason we can’t all be friends.”

Taissa stayed silent, an unreadable expression on her face.

“I’ll give you some time,” you said gently, patting her knee. “If you need anything, you know where to find us.”

“Thank you,” Taissa breathed just as you started down the staircase. “But you didn’t answer my question.”

“What question?”

“Why are you helping me?” She was staring at you now, her expression cautious and probing. You sighed.

“Because you’re important to Van,” you answered. “She’s everything to me. So if she says she’s going to help you, then I’m going to help you. If she goes, I go.”

Taissa’s face became unreadable again, and you headed back downstairs without a word.

“Hey, where’s your soda?” Van asked.

“I didn’t end up getting one. Taissa’s phone call didn’t go well.”

“Oh no.”

“Yeah, I tried to help, but I think she just needs some space. I can’t imagine what she’s going through.”

“Yeah, it’s… a lot,” Van said sadly. “And she never lets anyone in, so she just makes it that much worse.”

“Let’s hope we can get through to her and help her this time. Just like you did before,” you smiled, putting your arm around Van’s shoulder and kissing her cheek. She nodded distractedly, staring at the floor.

“Yeah. Yeah, I hope so.”

Hours passed as Taissa lay on the couch, thinking about everything… or nothing at all, she couldn’t tell the difference.

“Taissa?”

At the sound of Van’s voice, Taissa scrambled to her feet, smoothing her (your) shirt timidly.

“Y/N told me what happened,” she said gently. “Are you okay?”

“No,” Taissa sighed. “I’m not.”

“I’m sorry,” Van said, walking over to sit on the couch. Taissa sat next to her awkwardly. “Do you want to tell me about him?”

“Who, Sammy?”

“Yeah. What’s he like?”

“Okay,” Taissa smiled gratefully. “Well, he’s smart. And so creative. He loves drawing. We have to buy him a new box of crayons every few months, he goes through them so fast. And he, uh… he hasn’t been lately, but he’s such a happy kid. And funny too; he loves telling jokes and stories. I mean, his imagination is limitless. When he was in first grade, his class had a writing contest and he won first place for his story about a robot kingdom. And he’s already reading at a sixth-grade level! He was the first one in his grade to start reading chapter books.”

“Sounds like he takes after you.”

“Yeah, not all the time. He hates soccer,” Taissa smirked. “I signed him up when he was five, and half the time he wasn’t even on the right side of the field.”

“Oh no, really?” Van chuckled.

“Yeah, no matter how much I pushed him from the sidelines he was completely uninterested. One game he was actually playing pretty well, and then he just stopped. And at first, I thought he was hurt or something, but then he pointed up at the sky and shouted, ‘Mommy, look! That cloud looks like an elephant!’”

Van laughed. “Well in his defense, a cloud that looks like an elephant is pretty cool.”

“True,” Tai chuckled. “But the game was tied! He could’ve scored the winning goal, one of his teammates passed it to him and everything!”

“Do they even keep score when they’re that young?”

“I was.”

“Of course you were,” Van smirked. “You haven’t changed.”

Taissa glanced down at her lap. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” Van said softly, rubbing her back with a smile. “Anytime. Now, Y/N and I were going to figure out dinner before we get the store set up for the movie. Would you care to join us?”

“Sure,” she smiled.

True to your word, you insisted on showing Taissa the city, starting with the best Mexican restaurant in town. It was indeed delicious, and the three of you spent the whole night talking and laughing, last night’s awkwardness all but disappeared. The movie night turnout was impressive, as the store quickly filled with adults looking to relive their childhoods and teens who had no idea what they were in for. Taissa grinned from the back row as she watched you and Van present the film to the eager audience. It was the same way Van used to present movies to the team at sleepovers. It almost looked rehearsed, the way you two traded lines with such perfect timing. The audience was eating it up, and by the time the movie started, Taissa had forgotten about the phone call.

“That was amazing,” Taissa said as you and Van joined her in the back row. Van grinned and patted her shoulder as she sat next to her.

“Thanks,” you smiled.

“Y’know, this is my favorite documentary,” Van whispered in her ear.

“Oh, shut up,” Tai scoffed, slapping her playfully. Van giggled. Tai rolled her eyes and shook her head, thinking for the first time that she was glad she had come.

[mable-stitchpunk]

Hey I was just wondering, now that we have the Indigo Park chapter 2 teaser, as well as a VHS video ARG thingamajig, do you plan on retconning/changing/editing the story to fit canon or are you gonna leave it as it is?

(Or did you already do that and i missed it because i don't usually re-read chapters._.)

Also what does it feel like to get decked in the face with a rubber ball by Apollo, the god of prophecy?

Hello! 😊

Well, thankfully I prepared for this moment! If you look back at chapter 1- or, well, at some point around there- Ed mentions that he already visited Oceanic Odyssey. That, uh... doesn't change a whole lot- BUT, but that does give me a little wiggle room to work with.

And that wiggle room is that Chapter 2 already happened before Behind the Screen and Ed didn't mention any of the stuff in it beeeecauuse, uh... Because he was distracted by this adorable fluffball!

Yeah, that works, right?

Okay, the actual answer is that I am going to try to work in these elements of chapter two into the story (maybe ANOTHER trip to Oceanic Odyssey XD) but I won't be going back and changing things or anything like that.

Back when I was writing my first FNAF fic I tried to make it canon compatible for a long time before I got to the point where I couldn't, and once I decided to go totally AU I realized that it actually gives you a lot more freedom! So, I'm just gonna go with the flow and see where it takes us. ^_^

And hilariously, this is not the first time I've had this happen. XD I wrote a Digital Circus Candyland fic with a molasses monster before the second episode of Digital Circus came out and I somehow predicted three different Fnaf characters, lol. If only I could use my powers for... well, not GOOD, but something more profitable- like the lottery!

[kitsumidori]

So I've caved and added Borderlands 2 (+my save date via cloud save) to my PS5 console mainly so I can easily get screenshots for ref's

Along with starting a new campaign with Maya (I'm very normal about her /lies) I was messing around with the quick change station try to come up with neet combinations (I also have cosmetic combos for Zer0 and Gaige but I'm saving that for when I get more higher quality pics along with the other VH's)

Head + Skin names for top left to bottom right

Cutthroat Combatant + Dolphins are Badass

Blight of the Valkyries + Lords of Powers

Shrapnel Slayer + Dahl Predator

Thoatcutter + Indigo Lady

Spin the Cylinder + Jakobs Family

[akylesibarra]

@nzcomicsstuff and I present:

Indigo Park VHS - Mollie Macaw Tape

[cl0verdrag0n]

"Hey! Wanna have some REAL fun?"

Based on the thing @notdussy did simply with my little response of crashing on his lawn and saying "HELLO >:3"

Bro got their own sax mobile 😭

[gorgon-goddess-of-chaos]

Antique

Heist wants his house to look like a museum, prove me wrong.

Heist!Mark (Indigo) x GN!Reader, TW: none Words: 727

The air smells of dust and must, feeling like you’ve stepped into the past as you hear the chime of the old brass bell above the door. Indigo’s eyes light up as you’ve uncovered what may as well be a treasure trove for him. His fingers start twitching, and you cover his hands with yours.

“Remember, we’re buying things for the house.”

“I know, just excited.”

“Why don’t we start with furniture?”

“Yeah… probably a good idea. Hard to hide a couch in your pocket.”

The antique store is filled to the brim with things stacked upon others, any flat space crammed with various small objects and decorations. Kind of feels like those old iSpy books you’d flip through in the library. Simply trying to find second hand things for the house may be a little more difficult than you thought. Indigo comes up to two side tables, inspecting both of them for any signs of damage. Considering the state of the shop, they’re actually in quite good shape, and you take a picture of them on your phone.

Continuing walking around, next comes a pair of matching lamps for the side tables, a television console, a record player, and you even find yourself thumbing through old VHS tapes and records. Indigo has struck up a chat with the old lady at the register, laughing occasionally at whatever is being said. He took your phone to show her what items you were hoping to purchase. You gather up your finds into a basket you liked and bring them up to the register. He seems impressed with your haul, setting a hand on your shoulder as you step up beside him.

“You seem rather happy with your finds.”

“I had to show restraint and not take everything.”

“Why not? We recently got paid plenty for you to get what you want!”

“The basket got too heavy.”

He laughs, not expecting that to be your reason.

“You know what, I can understand the restraint now. I’m eyeing those pots over there… although I wonder if it’s worth bringing those home with how rowdy Thief can get.”

“We could build a greenhouse, and just keep them in the garage until we can. It’s too cold to start planting anyways, so it gives us plenty of time to get a garden built.”

“Would we even be able to maintain a garden with how often we go on business trips?”

The older lady isn’t behind the counter anymore, but a glance up at the camera facing the two of you means you probably can’t reveal any true details anyways.

“We could go on one of those apps where you hire someone to take care of your pets or plants while you’re gone. It’d be even better if we do that and get someone consistent to watch Thief. He might like having a sitter instead of the neighbors popping over to let him out.”

“You know, I didn’t even think of that. I’ll look into it.”

“Not today, you’re not! We gotta get this stuff home and clean it up! We can get some takeout and sit on our floor for one last night before our couch gets there.”

You take your phone, showing the several online listings for second hand furniture you found and purchased. He scrolls through, eyes widening at some higher price items that usually are impossible to get your hands on.

“Oh these will give the house a ton of character. Maybe it’ll finally look like the museum of our dreams.”

“As long as you don’t plan on sticking lasers everywhere in the house. I refuse to be woken up by alarms because you tripped on Thief in the middle of the night.”

“Fair point. No lasers. What about trip wires at the doors with nerf guns?”

“That might be worse.”

The two of you laugh as the older lady brings the tags for the furniture you chose back to the counter. A couple of guys, assumedly her grandsons, come out from the back and begin moving them out to your car. It takes a bit of finessing, but luckily you get everything in. You pay for the things in cash, waving to the lads as you drive away.

“Please tell me I didn’t just hand a family business counterfeits.”

“Nope, used them all up at Walmart.”

“Oh good.”

[twist-is-not-sane-lol]

Some shows made by a fiction TV studio I'm making bc I have no life:3

🌈 The Color Kiddos!

Target Age: 9–13 Genre: Magical adventure / team-based action Summary: A rainbow-coded group of teens—Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, Violet—travel through the Color Realms to restore balance after the villains, the grayscale gang, drains worlds of color and joy. Think Captain Planet meets Rainbow Brite, with a strange amount of lore by Season 3. Fun Fact: The “Color Fusion” episode was banned for “unsettling visuals.” Status: Several lost episodes. Color-coded VHS tapes exist.

🌦 Hello, Stormy!

Target Age: 4–8 Genre: Wholesome educational / light surrealism Summary: Step into the bright and breezy world of Hello, Stormy!, where Stormy, a cheerful cloud-shaped friend, leads kids on fun-filled adventures all about weather, friendship, and learning. Alongside his best pals—a magical spotted puppy named Spotty, the ever-punctual Mr. Time, and a colorful cast of quirky friends—Stormy explores everything from sunny days to storms, sharing heartwarming stories and important lessons! Status: Cult classic. Merch highly collectible. The theme song lives rent-free in your head. One of, if not the most famous show produced. ✨ “Whatever the weather, we’ll always be together!” ✨

💔 Heart & Soul

Target Age: 18+ Genre: Tragic romance / drama Summary: Landmark’s bold attempt to break into late-night television. A live-action series chronicling the doomed relationship between a painter and a musician. Explores themes of addiction, love, mental health, and the cost of ambition. Fun Fact: Episode 8 is rumored to have caused a staff walk-out due to the “rain scene.” Status: DVD boxset released in 2009, now rare. Some actors refuse to discuss it.

🧸 Tiny Tots Adventures

Target Age: 1–3 Genre: Early childhood learning Summary: Soft, pastel puppets and gentle animation teach shapes, numbers, emotions, and friendship. Each episode ends with the characters saying goodnight to the viewer. Fun Fact: The “Goodnight Parade” segment reportedly made some kids cry from happiness. Status: Digitally preserved for modern parenting apps.

🎶 Once Upon a Rhyme

Target Age: 1–3 Genre: Musical / nursery rhyme Summary: A half-hour program entirely devoted to stylized musical renditions of classic nursery rhymes. Claymation, live action, and 2D animation were used interchangeably. Fun Fact: The episode “Baa Baa Black Sheep” was remade three times for “tonal inconsistencies.” Status: Several episodes archived in poor quality. Live taping footage rumored to exist.

💥 A Blast and a Half – Movie

Target Age: 12+ Genre: Animated action-comedy Summary: Teen siblings find out their parents are secret agents when they’re kidnapped by a mafia. Wild action, big explosions, and surprisingly heartfelt scenes about family. Fun Fact: This movie made one kid throw up in theaters because of the roller coaster chase scene. Status: VHS-only release. Cult status online.

⏰ The Mr. Time Show!

Target Age: 4–8 Genre: Spin-off / Educational Summary: After his rising popularity in Hello, Stormy!, Mr. Time got his own short-lived show! It focused on time, numbers, schedules, and patience. Occasionally featured cameos from other mascots, and introduced a few new one-off friends like Stopwatch Sally and Professor Pendulum. Fun Fact: The show was cancelled because kids couldn’t stop drawing clocks with fangs after Episode 4. Status: Rare promotional lunchbox sells for $300 on eBay.

📚 "Booker & Brain"

Target Age: 6–10 Genre: Educational mystery / comedy Summary: A talking book named Booker and a literal brain in a jar named Brain help kids solve everyday mysteries at school, like “Who stole my lunch?” or “Why does Jamal keep skipping recess?” Vibes: Wishbone meets Arthur meets Goosebumps but G-rated. Fun Fact: Brain used to faint whenever someone said "test."

🐸 "Ribbit High"

Target Age: 10–14 Genre: Musical dramedy Summary: Teen frogs attend a performing arts school inside a swamp. Each episode had a music number and a Very Special Message™. Think: Glee meets Doug but they're all amphibians and one of them might be haunted. Merch: Limited-edition Ribbit High locker sets.

👽 "Galaxy Buddies!"

Target Age: 5–9 Genre: Sci-fi adventure / comedy Summary: Three alien friends crash-land on Earth and disguise themselves as kids. They try to learn about human life while secretly building a new spaceship in the garage. Catchphrase: "Zorp me sideways!" Status: Had a toy line and a breakfast cereal (Zorp-O's). One episode was animated entirely in clay as an experiment.

🧼 "Clean-Up Crew"

Target Age: 3–6 Genre: Musical hygiene PSA Summary: A group of anthropomorphic cleaning supplies—like Brushy the Toothbrush and Bubba the Soap—teach kids about hygiene and chores through songs and animated skits. Fun Fact: A toothbrush dance challenge from the show resurfaced on TikTok in 2022. Theme Song Line: “When you’re in a grimey groove, the Clean-Up Crew knows how to move!”

🎭 "Penny's Puppet Parade"

Target Age: 1���4 Genre: Puppet theatre Summary: Hosted by a soft-spoken woman named Penny and her ever-rotating cast of homemade puppets. Each episode was themed (friendship, animals, feelings, etc.) with original puppet skits and lullaby-style songs. Cult Status: Basically Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood for kids who also liked fairy tales. Lost Episode Rumor: Supposedly there was a storm-themed episode pulled after one airing.

🕵️‍♂️ "Operation: SmartyPants"

Target Age: 8–12 Genre: Spy-action game show hybrid Summary: Kids trained to be junior agents solve puzzles, crack codes, and navigate wild obstacle courses—filmed like a hybrid of Legends of the Hidden Temple and Spy Kids. Merch: Branded decoder rings and “Agent Training Manuals.” Note: The host once got slimed on live TV and never recovered emotionally.

🦴 "Graveyard Pals" (Halloween Limited Series)

Target Age: 6–10 Genre: Spooky but sweet Summary: A skeleton, a ghost, a witch’s cat, and a werewolf cub solve mysteries in a cemetery—but it's all cute, not scary. Aired each October leading up to Halloween. Mascot: Bonie the Skeleton had a plush that glowed in the dark. Status: VHS tapes are highly sought after by collectors.

🧠 "Think Tank!"

Target Age: 11–15 Genre: Sci-fi / psychological / a little weird Summary: A group of gifted teens are recruited into a special "Think Tank" where their ideas literally reshape their reality. Status: Critically acclaimed. Kids didn’t get it. Adults now cry over it. Real Quote: “If your thoughts make the world, what happens when your thoughts aren’t kind?”

💫 "Dream Drop Doodles"

Target Age: 3–7 Genre: Animated, artistic Summary: Whimsical characters that lived inside a sketchbook. They popped out to help kids with imagination, creativity, and emotional expression. Each episode was half-animated, half-live drawing. Tagline: “Your dreams are only a doodle away!” Legacy: Famous for its paper-texture animation.

🌈 “Rainbow Riders”

Target Age: 6–10 Genre: Adventure / fantasy Summary: Join a group of kids who ride magical creatures that can travel across different weather realms! Each episode takes them on a colorful journey—from sunlit meadows to stormy mountains—as they learn about friendship, bravery, and the magic of nature. Expect soaring action, heartfelt moments, and plenty of glitter.

🤖 “Circuit City Crew”

Target Age: 8–12 Genre: Sci-fi / comedy Summary: In a bustling city run by robots and gadgets, a quirky team of misfit machines solves everyday problems with wild inventions and hilarious results. When the city’s power goes out, it’s up to the Circuit City Crew to get things humming again! Laugh along with their zany antics and unexpected heart.

🐰 “Bunny & the Book Club”

Target Age: 4–7 Genre: Educational / slice-of-life Summary: Bunny loves stories and invites neighborhood friends to join her magical book club. Together they hop into different tales, learning life lessons, solving puzzles, and making new friends. It’s storytime every time with fun crafts, songs, and cozy adventures.

🧙‍♀️ “The Spellbound Squad”

Target Age: 9–13 Genre: Fantasy / mystery Summary: Four young apprentices in a magical academy band together to solve enchanted mysteries and uncover hidden secrets. With spells, potions, and ancient lore, they prove that teamwork and courage can break any curse—even when things get spooky!

🦕 “Dino Detectives”

Target Age: 5–9 Genre: Adventure / educational Summary: Join a fearless team of dinosaur friends as they explore prehistoric mysteries, solve riddles, and discover facts about their ancient world. Packed with fun facts and exciting escapades, this show teaches kids about science and history through dino-sized adventures.

🎪 “Circus Stars”

Target Age: 7–11 Genre: Drama / music Summary: Follow the lives of young performers in a traveling circus, balancing friendship, ambition, and the magic of the spotlight. With dazzling acts, heartfelt rivalries, and soaring dreams, Circus Stars brings the big top to small screens.

🍎 “Farmyard Friends”

Target Age: 2–5 Genre: Educational / musical Summary: Sing, dance, and learn with a lively cast of farm animals! From feeding the chickens to counting eggs, every day is a new song and a new lesson about nature, caring, and friendship on the farm.

🛸 “Space Explorers: Mission Mars”

Target Age: 10–14 Genre: Sci-fi / adventure Summary: A crew of teen astronauts embarks on their first mission to Mars. Facing challenges like alien landscapes, technical glitches, and interstellar mysteries, they must work together to complete their groundbreaking journey—and save the day.

[meadow-of-mogai-melodies]

stupsyqueeric!

stupsyqueeric-

a gender related to stu macher from scream, electricity, lightning/electricity scars (especially of the eyes) and blindness, being stabbed, a foggy memory of having blue-green eyes like sea glass in the sun, bright lime and chartreuse, revelling in a crowd that boos at you and hates you and laughing at said crowd, the line "fuckin hit me with the phone, dick!", tv static and the feeling of the static on the screen of an old crt tv, vhs tapes, being bi and gay and queer at once, conflicting and/or overlapping memories/feelings of being trans and cis, being very physically affectionate and touchy-feely with everyone, rotary phones and the way the receiver feels in your hand(s), pagers, the feeling of holding a pistol, arcade carpet patterns/colors, the reanimator movie, being very convincing when you speak, the slightest hint of a connection to dogs, a connection to the concept of (not necessarily sexual) sadomasochism, a fluctuating connection to piercings and dyed hair, and schizophrenia and psychosis!

[Image ID: A flag with eleven equally-thick straight horizontal stripes. From top to bottom, the colors are brown, medium yellow, pale blue, indigo, medium grey, black, medium grey, light dull brown, pale orange-brown, olive green, and rust red. In the center of the flag is an image of Stu Macher from 'Scream'. He is white with short brown hair, and is wearing a beige cardigan and smiling creepily. End ID.]

term and flag by me, requested by anon! tagging @radiomogai :3

[starsfic]

"I dunno, buddy. I've been digitally copying and analyzing every VHS recording you play back in this facility, but I still feel like I'm getting more questions than answers," Rambley's voice chimed through the system speakers.

"Perhaps there's one more recording you and your friend should see." Poppy emerged from an opening on an upper platform, her tone and expression sober. In her hands, she held another video tape like all the previous ones Ed had found. "You wanted to learn the fates of your co-workers here? We called it...the Hour of Joy."

Without another word, Poppy turned and slipped the tape into a VCR lying next to her. Down below, Ed saw the connected TV crackle to life; he knew Indigo's main mascot could see it as well from within the factory's network. The images both were about to see were not only disturbing but also eerily familiar. Down to the timestamp.

((Just a quick reminder to be sure, due to the timestamp factor: the canon events of PPT and IP are shifted approximately a decate forwards and backwards, respectively, in this AU to make them align.))

Oh boy.

[ur-not-real]

I went shopping in The Big City 😁‼️ (and also a little one)

My father had an drs appt up in the big city n may have needed to be driven home... so he asked me to go with n i went shopping while he was in his appt

I bought the 2 games (wipeout 3 (wip3out? Idfk) and shadow of the colossus) in a smaller town in a stop along the way! Idk much abt either of them but i've wanted to try one of the wipeout games and shadow of the colossus is regularly ranked as one of the best ps2 games so for $25 i said to hell with it n grabbed it! Very happy about this

On a side note, i was at that store a few years ago and they had a copy of clock tower 2 for $698.. unsurprisingly still there lol

We travelled onward to the Big City and we grabbed some lunch, and then i dropped my dad off at his appt and went explorin'!!

Went to a Gap outlet but there was nothing good sadly, moved on to a chapters/indigo and hunted for books, really wanted to find laura palmers diary but no dice. Grabbed that animal crossing book and dubliners there. Very excited to read dubliners, i had to read The Dead for a course i took this year and i really wanted to read the rest

From there i drove off to a gamestop (THEY CHANGED THE NAME FROM EBGAMES TO GAMESTOP BECAUSE THEY STOPPED STOCKING GAMES😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂(😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭)), found nothing good there gamewise and moved on to socks... i love socks... it was bogo free so i got the kirby socks and the bulbasaur socks... love them but also BRING BACK PHYSICAL GAMES!!!!!!!!!!!!

After that i went over to an asian grocery store to look for gluten free oyster sauce from my dad... got this starburst-esque candy that was named "dorothy" and tasted like plastic lol whatever ig cute store tho! Cool goldfish tank there

From then on i treked up to a value village where i found Some Goodies....

I immediately crawled to the music/movie section, 2 guys were there, 1 looking at cds one looking at records, but they both had carts blocking anyone else from looking at either section (RUDE!!!!) so i moved over to the cassettes. I was scanning through them looking for goodies when...

Quite literally felt my heart skip a beat and I dropped a generational brown in my pants... grabbed this n didnt let it out of my sight or touch the rest of the time i was there.

Thinking if this tape is here maybe twin peaks dvds or vhs or smth else cool will be jn the movie section i did a 180 and started looking there. Found family guy season 3 dvds and immediately had to get them #lovefamilyguy, moved on to knickknack section and found the HORSE and the little samurai(?) cat! Got them too

And then we trekked home and i made this post lol bye