#Hi-Fi prototyping

[chaiencefiction]

photo mode collection I forgot I had in my drafts :-)

[pablodelarcorey]

Yamaha Corporation - ECAL / Vertical Player / Jonas Villiger / Record Player

[dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling]

How would poppy playtime crew react to a kid player? The kid player is wondered where was his friends went (they are dead in Playtime Co.) and kinda got excited when kid player saw the toys

Okay, so, doing the math the oldest the player could reasonably be is about 14~15 years old. So, the player isn't exactly a kid, but mid teen.

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Dogday, Doey, Poppy and Kissy & young Player

Dogday

★ Dogday’s eyes widen when he sees you. His vision blurs, not just from pain, but from the realization that you lived. Now standing in front of him like a beacon of hope. Like an angel. Changed with time but still the same person he knew.

★ Its... strange, strange that you came back. Strange that you remember him and strange you haven't died by now. Why would you come back? You escaped once but returned anyway. The Players all grown up now, like a tragic reminder of what could have been.

★ He knows that your friends have likely died. But he won't be telling you that. Dogday's heart aches, yet he makes the decision to keep quiet. Yes, you will figure it out eventually. No, he won't be the one to tell you. He just can't bring himself to hurt you like that.

★ Dogday is extremely protective of the Player, almost acting like an older sibling. He can't help but see you as that innocent little kid he met before the hour of joy. He still feels the need to shield the Player from harm, much like he did when you were a small child.

Doey

★ By the time you meet him again, you've realized what happened to the other orphans. You were one of them years ago. But thankfully you had been adopted by your parents before the hour of joy. Doey always wondered what happened to you.

★ Despite the years apart, he still remembers when you and Kevin would sneak into the cafeteria to steal extra snacks. Mathew used to tuck you in when it was your naptime. Then things happened, and they were gone.

★ When the player starts to talk about missing their friends, Doey distracts them with whatever he can think of. “Did you know catnap always lands on his feet? Watch this!” He says, trying to keep you from thinking too much. (No Catnaps were harmed during this.)

★ Say “You're not my dad!” to him, and he spends the rest of his day acting like a stereotypical dad from some old cartoon. Just to annoy you and have a little fun. Yes, it was Kevin's idea. Hope you like terrible dad jokes and having your hair ruffled, kiddo! 

Kissy

★ In the orphanage you didn't know her very well, having been put into different groups and being a few years younger than her. As she pulls the lever to help you get through the factory, there’s a momentary pause. The Players face looks familiar, like she knows you somehow, but the details remain hazy.

★ As the Player continues on, Kissy tries to remember how she knows you. But she just can't put her finger on it. When she eventually returns to Home Sweet Home, she sees an old picture of you on the wall. And the pieces finally fall into place.

★ When the Player expresses worry about their missing friends, she can't do much but hold their hand. Offering some support in the only way she can. In times like this, she wishes her voice still worked. That way she could tell you it would be okay.

★ Seeing you alive and well gives her hope. It reminds her that no matter how bad things are, there is always hope for a better future. You survived, she can too. When the Prototype is dead, maybe you could help Kissy make up for lost time.

[facts-i-just-made-up]

Why do they call getting drunk getting hammered? And what then is the nail?

So the answer to the second half is "a human arm," and the first half is all about two friends named Mr. Li and Mr. Bell.

Li and Bell were Phi Sigma frat boys at USC, Li studied medicine and Bell studied engineering. Several at the frat made fun of their close friendship as they literally wanted to be a brain surgeon and rocket scientist, so the name “Brain Bros” caught on.

One day, Li learned about a theoretical (at the time) device called a “hypospray” (now called a jet injector) that gave inoculations not with a needle, but with the jet force of a spray that pushed the substance through the skin. It had been featured on the then-recent original Star Trek series (as TV censors back then didn’t want hypodermic needles on screen) in a sci-fi perfected way, and had been used in some rare and often accidental procedures but for the most part, the device was still just an idea. One that perhaps a medical student and engineering student could develop for their final theses.

Their scientific method was a bit underdeveloped at the time, partly due to their activities at frat parties. Instead of proper research, they began by seeing how much force was needed to push a substance through human skin in such a way that it would be absorbed by the body as efficiently as a common vaccine. They began not in a lab with a rat, but at Phi Sigma with Rudy “The Rude Man” Jansenson. They had some compressed air from a balloon-filled party and some peach schnapps. They put the latter in a tube against Rudy’s arm and let the system push it onto his skin. On, but not in. The PSI needed to give him the dose through his skin (over 2000) was simply not possible from that makeshift rig.

Mr. Li calculated the actual permeability for human skin the next day instead of going to class, and Mr. Bell found the simplest mechanism to apply that force instead of meeting with his academic probation supervisor. The answer, as you may have guessed from the original question, was the common hammer.

At the next frat kegger, Li and Bell debuted their first prototype for a functional hypospray, which was to pour Everclear on the subject and hit them with a hammer that Mr. Bell had stolen from the gardener’s shed. As this was a keg party at a frat, the idea was unanimously welcomed and the first hammering of college boys began.

Details from Li and Bell’s college expulsion hearing contained their records and results- Of the 50 students participating, all 50 had extensive bruising, 43 had broken bones, 33 held blood alcohol levels beyond safe limits, and 0 could be stated with certainty to have absorbed any alcohol through the experiment—because all 50 were already drunk, hence why they let the students hit them with a hammer to get drunker. So it came to be that “getting hammered” means getting more drunk than reasonable.

Li and Bell’s fates are not known with any certainty beyond their departure from college, but rumors abound. Most claim that they began to hang out with Timothy Leary, Jack Parsons, and Hunter S. Thompson. A friend of the first stated that he, Li, and Bell had experimented with “percussive application” of LSD and mescaline, along with trepanation to more directly hammer the psychedelics into the human brain. The only other possible record of the two comes from a concert in Boulder, CO in 2002 at which the band “Tool” performed.

It states that Bell and Li were seen hitting each other on the head with hammers during a performance of the trilogy of songs “Disposition / Reflection / Triad.” Their fate beyond this moment is unknown, though two men of their ages were checked in the same night for severe head injuries and extreme intoxication at the Boulder county morgue. RIP we presume to the Brain Bros, pioneers of getting fucked up in college and beyond.

FIJMU does not in any way endorse irresponsible drug use, hitting yourself with a hammer, or the band “Tool.”

[thewertsearch]

Ask Comp 09/06

Anonymous asked: Now that you're so far in, I urge you to check out Ichellor's 3D Homestuck animations! They're super cool, though you may need to be cautious. They're mostly at and prior to cascade, but you can't be too careful.

(All of these were made after Homestuck finished, so many still contain spoilers. Their first video is definitely safe, though. -V)

It's an excellent piece of work, and a great taste of what's to come. I've also watched their Cascade animation - although, according to Vamp, it does contain some subtle spoilers that I missed.

I've been able to check out a lot of the earlier Ichellor videos, but I'm probably going to have to wait a while before I can see their full body of work. Looking forward to it, though.

@mrjocrafter asked: so in literally act 1 rose tries to prototype the tier-1 harlequinsprite with a box of betty crocker cake mix. like imagine if it actually went in. what a doomed timeline that would've been. there's a MSPFA called Nepetaquest 2022 that deals with exactly this. it's peak

That does sound peak. Is the implication that the Sprite would turn into some iteration of the Condesce? I think that's more than the kids could handle, unless Rose had already gone Grimdark.

@manorinthewoods submitted:

The Star Wars example is one that many people already know, but Discworld is also a great shout here. You can easily tell that Pratchett is a sci-fi nerd, through-and-through - and, despite their aesthetics, the Discworld novels have as much fantasy in them as your average Monty Python production.

@adorable-animus asked: just to nitpick, but in an earlier post you said that aradia and equius were together due to mind controlled aradiabot and- you are semi right? equius wanted to be FLUSHED, but the control chip was completely shattered, and aradia instead felt PITCH. i get where youre coming from, but i just wanted to point out that facet of the relationship.

I'm pretty sure they were both - or, at least, they were described as both in the infamous quadrant infodump. Granted, I don't know if this animation necessarily means that both parties are experiencing both quadrants, or if it just means that things are complicated.

And, oddly enough, I don't think Aradia stayed with Equius due to the mind-control chip. That was definitely his intention, but the chip was immediately destroyed, and she kissed him anyway - implying, I guess, that she did have a genuine thing for him, as unlikely as that seems.

...I don't even know, girls. This was a weird one, even for Hivebent.

@mrjocrafter asked: Not sure if you know or have been told this but the reason Kanaya wields a chainsaw Well, Google "why chainsaws were invented"

For a member of a species without mothers, Kanaya sure is drowning in motherhood symbolism, isn't she?

@walkerbehindyou asked: One day, may you be introduced to the fanwork that was Marchingstuck/Promstuck

Apparently, Promstuck still contains some spoilers, and I'd like to experience these two as a unit. Hopefully soon, though!

@count100 asked: I submitted an ask a while back and got a notification saying I was mentioned in an ask comp, but I didn't actually see my ask. In case it was lost: I never really considered just how much it took to make the trolls into monsters, I LOVE your analysis about that. Alongside the factors you discussed, It's possible that the "dreams of blood and carnage" that haunt the trolls originate from Gl'bgolyb, given it is a gift from Doc Scratch.

I'm pretty sure I remember that ask! Sorry it didn't get a response -and yes, it's honestly a little heartwarming to realize just how much the trolls resisted Scratch's corruption.

I could have sworn I answered it, actually, but I can't seem to find it anywhere in this year's ask compilations. It's possible I accidentally deleted it while editing the post, because deleted tags will actually still notify the blog in question when the draft is posted. Tumblr, eh?

@mrjocrafter asked: this is classic old homestuck fandom nonsense from 2011

I'm losing it at the implication that 'Vriska' is an allegory for some real-world political ideology which shares her name.

This is great, anyway. Can you imagine an analogous post being made about today's political climate?

@the-jaffster-official asked: On the subject of Dirk Gently, as someone who read the book and watched all of the show, they have almost nothing in common besides a character named Dirk Gently. However, the show still feels VERY Douglas Adams, especially in the first season. Worth a watch.

Noted. I have been looking for a new show to binge...

Anonymous asked: Damn, you do not trust Gamzee at all.

Well, no! Jesus, would you?

@pineapple-temporarily-moving asked: "ricky schrodinger" was terezi misremembering the name of ricky schroder! @likelyvampirical asked: Ricky Schrödinger is a pun on Ricky Shroder, child star in the 80s sitcom Silver Spoons, which Terezi used to make the gifs featured on pages 2779-2782. This is what Terezi is referencing during the coin incident on page 3097. @morganwick asked: I think "Ricky Schrodinger" was originally a pun on "Ricky Schroder", who was the star of the sitcom Silver Spoons, which Terezi used for some GIFs she sent to Dave. @sanctferum asked: Ricky Schrodinger is a reference to Ricky Schroder, a child actor from the 80s. Terezi defaced gifs of him during that conversation back in Act 4 I think? It's just his name combined with Erwin Schrödinger's name. As for Davesprite, he could already talk out loud on screen via Spritelogs Anonymous asked: Ricky Shcrodinger is a combination of presumably Ricky Schroder (I have no idea who that is, but I believe Dave mentioned him before) and Schrodinger's Cat. Anonymous asked: Ricky Schrödinger is a pun on Ricky Schroder @weltinator asked: Ricky Schrodinger is a reference to Erwin Schrodinger and Ricky Schroder. Former is known for possibly having a cat, latter is known for starring in Silver Spoons, which is the source of the gifs used in Dave and Terezi's MOTH3RFUCK1NG D4NC3 P4RTY.

Also featuring Alfonso Ribeiro (who was later Carlton in the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air) @semusepsu asked: If you are still wondering about the Ricky Schrodinger joke, I'm pretty sure it's a reference to Ricky Schroder, an American child star from the 70s who starred in a film called 'Little Lord Fauntleroy'. He looks more than a little like Dave in some pictures from that era.

Hell fucking yes.

This is the kind of reference humor that is quite hard to search for on the Collection. Ricky Schrodinger is a pun, not a real name, so it wouldn't have given me any connections to this dance party - and besides, they never actually said Schroder's name in that conversation, so even that wouldn't have worked.

To catch some of these references, you really do need helpful askers. Thank you for your service. o7

@herestoanotherweirdo asked: "ARADIA: i guess ive spent enough time here that i just dont see death as the terrible thing the living make it out to be" i've read this line as like. not just spending a bunch of time in the bubbles, but also having literally been dead herself for a not-insubstantial amount of time!

Oh, that's true, isn't it?

I don't think Ghostradia was ever in the Dream Bubbles herself, but it is true that her months as a wandering spirit would give her a different perspective on death.

Most obviously, it would show her that it's not actually the end of existence in this reality; despite what the living believe, death doesn't obliterate your soul, so it's really not as tragic as everyone thinks.

@liliflower137 asked: The more I reread the more i love karkat He's just such a spicy kitten type of guy. I wanna pick him up and give him a hug and tell him he's going to be safe But he'd definitely bite me and given how dangerous bites from humans can be I think I would probably get all kinds of infections He's just... really a sweet kid underneath it all. He's just scared, so he has to be angry instead. Reminds me a lot of Sanji from one piece :) At least, the parts of him I like haha

I actually think Karkat would fit in pretty well in the world of One Piece. He has exactly the right kind of personality to form and mobilize a crew, and I genuinely believe he has enough determination to manifest Haki.

@liliflower137 asked: I wonder if perhaps Hussie ever read one piece, because the way navigating the furthest ring sounds, it reminds me just a little of the grand line But then again its also just sort of a logical way for a place devoid of time and space to behave, I just really like one piece I wonder if you could get a hyper modified log pose to work out there...

Speaking of One Piece, I've really got to get back to it. I started the manga during the liveblog, and I'm currently most of the way through the Dressrosa arc.

I've been loving the series, but god damn, is it a serious marathon.

Anonymous asked: You're aware that the author for the locked tomb was a Homestuck fic writer, right?

Absolutely. The Serendipity Gospels is probably the fanfiction I'm most excited to actually read - that, and Sburb Glitch FAQ!

Anonymous asked: That scene when Gamzee tells Karkat to settle down is why they’re my favorite ♦️ ship Because in all the others we’ve seen it’s very onesided, with one party needing to placate the violent impulses of another But for them it’s like Karkat says! He stops gamzee from killing everybody and gamzee in return helps him calm down.

It is very funny to me that Gamzee's actually contributing to the moirallegence - for now, at least.

Slightly hypocritical, Makara, but you do you.

@drakethedeep asked: One of the benefits of the Homestuck quadrant system, arbitrary as it is, is that it allows for more platonic and romantic shipping. For example, Karkat<>Kanaya is a fairly decent morail ship, because a) the relationship of their ancestors makes it poetic cosmic symmetry, and b) both of them have a tendency of trying to be the responsible ones amidst their friend groups, and a lot of their interpersonal struggles are very similar.

Plus, one's a Blood Player, and one's a vampire, so we even have thematic synergy!

@liliflower137 asked: I think a lot about your assignment for Fedorafreak as a hope player It really really makes me smile, and I will hold onto it forever

He even references hope directly! Come on, Hussie, the guy deserves better than Piss.

Anonymous asked: so, your theory about karkat weaponizing teamwork and leadership- what do you think about his and gamzee's relationship in that light?

I suppose you could say that if Karkat is able to gain Sober!Gamzee's loyalty, then the group would gain a powerful ally - and consequently, Karkat's team would gain a powerful 'weapon'.

That said, I don't currently think it's possible for Karkat or anyone else to win Gamzee's loyalty. Right now, he's only loyal to Cal.

@duorogue asked: i just looked up your name in some DMs i have - it's with someone who's read homestuck, and I like to point out specific times you've made remarkably good or bad predictions, or figured something out really well, and just realized that the first time you were mentioned in those DMs was october 20th, 2022. five months off three years of following this, and yknow? time well spent

It was time well spent - for me, too. Here's to another three years, I say!

@liliflower137 asked: I've passed you in my personal reread and I keep getting to interesting conversations and lore dumps and going "oh Sally is going to LOVE this!!"

I hope you're right, and it's good to hear there are many loredumps in my future!

@morganwick asked: "#(also. does this mean mind ≈ choices/decisions? because seers 'know' their aspect and terezi can see people's possible decisions?) #(or does mind ≈ 'outcomes'‚ whatever that means?)" I think if you de-purple prose what Rose says it's not really inconsistent with what Terezi has said about her own aspect in the past, same with what Aradia says. Terezi has talked before, and in the confrontation with Vriska demonstrated, how she can trace the decisions people make and the thoughts they have inevitably lead to certain "outcomes". As for "knowing her aspect comprehensively", Terezi has talked about reality being something that people "4R3 M4K1NG 3V3RY MOM3NT W1TH 3V3RY THOUGHT", so at least to her, understanding people's minds means understanding reality, or at least one Aspect of it, and how to extrapolate from what's in people's Minds. (Also, does the link to "my own interpretation of her powers" go to the wrong place? I don't see anything in the linked post that relates to Rose's powers...)

I suppose Terezi's abilities could indeed be themed around sensing outcomes, rather than decisions, as I previously theorized - or, it could also represent some abstract 'Mind' idea with ties to both. With only one Mind Player to analyze, it's hard to say anything definitively.

Also - yeah, I fucked up that link. Will fix it once I get this comp out!

@relaxxattack asked: AAAAAAAAAA YOU FINALLY FIGURED OUT THE BLOOD THINGG!!!! karkat’s powers are quite literally the friends he made along the way… you can see the blood aspect appear in the panel where karkat befriends slick and adds him to their party! karkat’s powers have always been about whether or not he can forge meaningful connections between people to prevent tragedy… or at least, this has been the popular fan understanding now it might make more sense how the troll session might have “lacked blood” as that other ask theorized :)

They're literally blood brothers - and a handshake is also pretty decent shorthand for what I think Blood's all about.

Mind you, I'm not sure if the troll session did lack this interpretation of Blood. Hivebent seemed to imply that the trolls were, in fact, an extremely effective team, all thanks to Karkat's leadership - and the trolls have forged plenty of meaningful relationships across their group, too. If Blood represents strong relationships, then the trolls have Blood in spades, as well as hearts, clubs, and diamonds.

@baeddel asked: Your interpretation of blood definitely seems correct to me! I think blood and breath are a pair, where blood is leadership and bonds while breath is freedom and individuality

I was thinking that those two might be related, since they're both biological functions. Blood might also be in a dyad with Heart, since they're both aspects of the circulatory system.

After all, Nepeta's a shipper who loves relationships, and that seems adjacent to the 'teamwork/bonds' theming that characterizes Blood.

@manorinthewoods asked: I think Dave and Rose are an 'unbeatable combination' because Rose has a very powerful ability to navigate the present and future to ensure optimal outcomes, and Dave (being a time traveler) has a very powerful ability to actually enact what Rose needs done. Rose, after all, is a squishy wizard - and one wouldn't imagine Seers have any physical *or* magic damage. ~LOSS (22/5/25)

Good interpretation. I suppose Dave is technically one of the more 'durable' God Tiers around, since his time duplicates can't die in the Alpha Timeline until they've fulfilled all their loops.

Anonymous asked: I'm not familiar with Worm, so Contessa wasn't my first thought re: Rose's new power, but I did think of Sagume Kishin from Touhou, whose power is kind of similar to the Contessa example but in reverse: "When she speaks about a particular situation or event, that situation will eventually proceed to reverse itself, through whatever means possible. If she speaks about an attempt to achieve a goal, it will fail in some way. If she speaks about something bad occurring, it will be resolved in some way. [...] Note that it is the situation or the event she talks about that will be reversed in some manner; it is not that the opposite of what she says must occur."

I like this power a lot. Touhou seems to have a lot of really clever powers - which is weird, because I always thought it was a mostly plotless bullet-hell game. I guess there are tie-in materials?

I've really got to play Touhou sometime, but there are so many games, and I have no idea where to start.

@clueless-rarito asked: I remember I once come up with a characters with a power very similar to this "path of victory" stuff by pure coincidence. He was able to see "the realm of fortunes" a ethereal plane where one could discern the chance of success or the possible outcomes of any one actions. By completely shutting down his own mind and giving it to the "the will of fortune" his body would automatically lead him and carry any action needed to guaranteed the most favorable outcome for himself in any given scenario.

Nice. These abilities are sort of the ultimate expression of a 'luck-based' power - a power that guarantees the most optimal outcome possible. Now that Rose has a similar ability, she's finally thematically cohesive with Vriska!

@catofulthar000 asked: There are SO MANY classpect things (and other things) I desperately want to theory swap about with you because you are picking out SO MANY delicious classpecty details (and other things) but not always quite connecting them to classpects- BUT I am: A) not caught up with your live blog on account of being busy with doctorate degree stuff and trying to be responsible by not getting totally sucked into Homestuck stuff again (failing) so I have no idea if FWS (FUTUREwertSearch) actually HAS connected the dots (or some dots) already so I, PUC (PASTultharianCat), would just be saying redundant stuff to you B) not sure if pointing out things that you're pointing out are maybe or maybe not linked to things that might be solidified later even if they're being hinted at throughout- or might just be linked to wider collaborative aggregations of themes and patterns- would be too spoilery... [EXAMPLES THAT MAY OR MAY NOT REQUIRE REDACTION BY CAT (yours) OR BE REDUNDANT TO FWS] Like Time being strongly linked to the concept of Death and all time players having an affinity for it (archaeologist/necromancer Aradia, Dave's oft overlooked hobby of collecting preserved dead things (and less death related but his photography enjoyment could also be seen as him preserving moments in Time)) or [REDACTED] or [REDACTED] And basically that one thing you said about Sburb's Aspects maybe also being linked to authorial elements (or perhaps, I might nudge your thinking, metatextual narrative elements?) and oh my gosh I have SO MUCH I want to posit theorywise to you about that because you point out so much good stuff and just sdfalskjdfhakg;kskjfasdfhlkajsdfrrrraaugh! [END REDACTIONS MAYBE PROBABLY] (I'll say this much, both redactions above are meta interpretations of an aspect, but I'll give you an opportunity to come up with them yourself. -Vamp) Anyway there is just a lot I want to say, and a lot of idea threads you have made I want to tie into other thoughts, or perhaps cables you have laid that I want to plug in to other extension cords, and I have been trying to bite my tongue at least until I catch up but I have still added some replies to old posts of yours that I'm not sure you will ever see- tbh idk how popular you may have gotten or how many asks you get now or if you can even realistically reply to all of the ones that you get but I guess what I'm getting at is that you make me so excited about all of the really complex interwoven stuff in Homestuck and I really want to talk to you about it. Also you're very cool and smart and thank you for sharing this liveblog it is excellent. -PUC

If Time is death-themed, though, then where does that leave Doom? Because Sollux's arc was saturated with themes of death, and I've always assumed that was because of his Aspect.

Anyways, thank you for the kind words! I'm still doing my best to reply to the majority of asks, so if you do want to talk Homestuck, my ask box is always open - and as for your replies, I'll be checking out all the blog's replies at the end of the liveblog.

Anonymous asked: does john have the context to be making that joke on purpose, though? iirc, the only time it's come up for him, vriska opted Not to tell him what it Actually means, instead just saying All cleaning products are Vaguely Taboo. funny either way

There's no definitive answer - but personally, I think that John was at least able to pick up that buckets were an innuendo in troll culture.

When it comes to pranks, our boy's got a killer instinct - so I think his specific reference to the bucket's 'heartfelt payload' was just a very lucky shot.

@sanctferum asked: watch Karkat's mental breakdown again. Particularly the end of it. There might be a special little secret hidden in there to perchance click upon...

The inner mechanisms of Hussie's mind are an enigma.

@dopplesgryndthloggle submitted: Here u go

https://www.tumblr.com/aerofarce9/91930492500/got-bored-so-i-got-on-google-and-made-this?source=share (og post)

@wickedsick submitted: A handy rOWOse for whatever you may need it for

Hell yeah. I knew y'all would come through!

[shinning-whammy]

In summary what are “the evil team” all I know about them is that they are dogdays

The evil team is made up of dogday from different alternate universes where he agrees with the ideals of the prototype whether his support is intentional or not

Among them is Father Dogday, he is aware of his actions and supports 1006, he also has an orange smoke that makes you laugh like crazy and have a lot of energy. He comes from the au solar eclipse Au in this Au exist heretic catnap

solar eclipse au belong to Dark_Kyrtsal on twitter

the others are re-educator dogday is called that because he is dedicated to re-educating any heretic by giving them a lobotomy with steel needles, something that was done to him because he previously wanted to escape but 1006 caught him and decided to fulfill catnap's wish who wanted his friend and boyfriend to also be a follower of the prototype but this wish made his dogday change drastically and now his dogday hates him and only follows 1006's wishes like a simple puppet he is from the au re-educador dogday is like a side idea from another au lunar eclipse au

Re educator dogday hate his catnap and in this au he is like the counterpart from father dogday he is priest catnap and Dogday hate him specially because he is jealous 1006 prefer catnap than him even when he is doing everything 1006 wishes

Re Education AU belong to BriBrithefox1

destiny dogday comes from a world where magic can be used and this was what made 1006 use magic to create the mini catnap plush to control dogday and have two followers. in this au catnap discovered the destiny that his dogday would have and sadly he wanted to avoid it by becoming a heretic to go against 1006 but he defeats him and makes him forget what he saw so the prototype to avoid this from happening again decides that he must control dogday so if catnap decides to go against him again he can use dogday this is the reason minimoon always is using the smoke and talking to dogday to make he gets used to hurt heretics this AU is call it red destiny au

Red Destiny au belong to towncritte

Now red therapy au or therapy Dogday follow the lore of the game in this one after the hour of the joy dogday used to be happy with his friends the smiling critters however, everything began to decline, his friends began to doubt this freedom, which caused fights between themselves in which Catnap had to kill them. Dogday affected by this went against Catnap but he used a lot of red smoke, which made Dogday have a radical change, which began to support Catnap and his ideas with 1006, even the prototype realized it, so he allowed Catnap to continue using the red gas, making Dogday unconsciously support 1006 and Catnap, even the prototype gives Dogday new metallic claws so that he can defend and of course hurt the rebels who would later be called heretics.

another evil dogday sometimes join to this group is from WIDE AWAKE Dogday by @Moonstone_uwu and @/mechanicmeister

[onlyforsebastianstan]

Echoes of the Void

Summary: After a brutal battle leaves the Thunderbolts fractured and on the run from Sentry’s devastating transformation into the Void, Yelena makes a desperate call—to you. A reclusive tech genius, Red Room survivor, and her closest friend. Hidden away from the world, you've buried your bloodstained past beneath invention and a carefully crafted smile.

📎 Genre: Action | Psychological Drama | Sci-Fi | Romance (Slow Burn) | Found Family

⚠️ Warnings: THUNDERBOLTS* SPOILERS!!!!! → Graphic violence (flashbacks to Red Room killings) → Trauma and PTSD → Torture (implied/mentioned) → Themes of guilt, self-hatred, and redemption → Mental health struggles → Brief strong language → Blood and death (minor/major character flashbacks) → Emotionally intense scenes

The city skyline glowed under a bruised dusk, the air heavy with tension. The Thunderbolts —Bucky Barnes, Yelena Belova, Alexei Shostakov, John Walker, and Ava Starr— staggered out of a shattered high-rise, bruised and bloodied. They’d faced Sentry, or Bob as he was known, his strength was monstrous, leaving the team battered and outmatched.

“We need to regroup,” Yelena said, clutching a gash on her arm. Her green eyes scanned the group, sharp and determined. “Somewhere safe. Somewhere to think.”

Bucky stayed quiet, his jaw tight. His blue eyes flicked toward the horizon, where the city pulsed with unease.

John Walker, leaning on his shield, scoffed. “Regroup? He tossed us around like ragdolls. We need a damn tank.”

“Shut it, John,” Ava snapped, her voice low and edged with irritation. She flickered slightly, her phasing unstable from exhaustion. “Yelena, you got a place?”

Yelena’s lips curved into a faint smirk, despite the pain. “I know someone. She’s got a place. And tech. Lots of it.”

Alexei, brushing rubble off his broad shoulders, chuckled. “You mean our little genius? The one who vanished after Dreykov?” His tone was warm, paternal, but his eyes held worry. “You think she’ll help?”

“She’s family,” Yelena said firmly. “She’ll help.”

Bucky’s gaze shifted to Yelena, a spark of curiosity behind his guarded expression. “Who is she?”

Yelena met his eyes, her smirk fading. “You’ll see.”

The team pulled up to a sprawling estate on the city’s outskirts, a sleek fortress of glass and steel surrounded by manicured gardens. A crisp voice echoed from an unseen speaker at the gate. “Identify yourselves.”

“Echo, it’s me,” Yelena called, leaning out of the car window. “Tell your boss Yelena’s here with friends. We need her.”

A pause. Then the gate slid open, and the voice—Echo, your AI assistant—replied, “Welcome, Yelena Belova. Madam is expecting you.”

As they drove up the winding path, John let out a low whistle. “This place is a damn palace. Who is this woman?”

Ava, beside him, rolled her eyes. “Focus, Walker. We’re not here for sightseeing.”

The front doors opened before they could knock, revealing you. You stood in a tailored jumpsuit, hair loose, framing a face that radiated warmth. Your smile was bright, almost disarming, but your eyes held a sharpness that missed nothing.

“Yelena! Alexei!” you exclaimed, rushing forward to hug them. Yelena softened in your embrace, while Alexei laughed, lifting you off the ground.

“My little inventor!” Alexei boomed. “Look at you, all fancy now!”

You laughed, the sound light but real. “Put me down, you big bear.” Your gaze swept over the group, lingering briefly on Bucky, who stood slightly apart, his expression unreadable. “Come in, all of you. You look like you’ve been through a war.”

The mansion’s interior was a marvel, holographic displays flickered in the air, drones hummed quietly, carrying trays of medical supplies. John’s jaw dropped. “This is… unreal.”

Ava’s eyes widened at a prototype quantum stabilizer on a workbench. “You built that?” she asked, awe creeping into her voice.

You shrugged, still smiling. “Side project. Helps with phasing issues. Want to try it later?”

Ava blinked, caught off guard by your casual generosity. “Uh, yeah. Definitely.”

John sidled up, flashing a grin. “So, you’re the brains here? Gotta say, you’re not what I expected. Name’s John Walker.” He extended a hand, his tone suggestive.

You shook it briefly, your smile polite but cool. “Nice shield, John. got hungry for Tacos?” You chuckled.

You gestured to a med bay area. “Sit. All of you.”

Bucky stayed silent, his eyes tracking your every move. Something about you, your warmth, your confidence, it drew him in, but he sensed a shadow beneath it. He knew that kind of mask. He wore one himself.

In the med bay, you worked with precision, stitching wounds with a blend of advanced tech and old-school sutures. A sleek device on your wrist projected a holographic interface, guiding your hands as you applied a regenerative gel to Ava’s arm.

Echo’s voice chimed in, calm and precise. “Patient vitals: stable. Recommend nanite infusion for accelerated tissue repair.”

“Thanks, Echo,” you said, activating a small injector that hummed softly, dispersing microscopic bots into Ava’s wound. She winced, then relaxed as the pain faded.

Ava stared at the injector, wide-eyed. “Nanites? You’ve got medical-grade nanotech just lying around?”

You grinned. “Not lying around. Built it last month. Speeds up healing by 300%. You’ll be phasing without a hitch by tomorrow.”

John, perched on a nearby table, leaned forward as you patched a cut on his shoulder. “You’re telling me you whipped this up in a month? Lady, you’re making Tony Stark look like an amateur.”

You raised an eyebrow, your tone playful but sharp. “Tony was brilliant, I grew up watching the man.” You tapped a screen, and a drone delivered a sterile bandage, which you applied with practiced ease.

Alexei chuckled from his cot, where a drone was scanning his bruised ribs. “She’s always been like this. Building toys to fix the world. Or break it, if you make her mad.”

Yelena shot him a look. “Don’t scare them, Alexei.”

Bucky, sitting quietly as you checked a gash on his forehead, finally spoke. “How much of this tech is combat-ready?” His voice was low, direct, his eyes locked on yours.

You met his gaze, unflinching. “Enough to level a city block. Or save one. Depends on the situation.” You gestured to a wall panel, which slid open to reveal an array of sleek devices “I don’t just build for healing.”

Bucky’s lips twitched, almost a smile. “Good. We’re gonna need it.”

Ava, still marveling at the nanite injector, pointed to the quantum stabilizer on a nearby table. “That could stabilize my phasing long-term, couldn’t it? No more flickering out of control.”

You nodded. “It’s a prototype, but yeah. It recalibrates quantum fields in real-time. I can tweak it for you specifically, if you want.”

Ava’s usual guarded expression softened. “You’d do that?”

“Course,” you said, your smile warm but with that sharp edge. "Adds more knowledge to improve."

John, still trying to charm you, leaned closer. “You got anything in that arsenal for a guy like me? Something for this shield?”

You smirked, tossing him a small disc. “That Taco?” You laughed. "Try this shield on." you tossed him a shield almost the same one as his.

John caught it, grinning like a kid with a new toy. “Oh, I like you.”

You rolled your eyes, turning to Yelena. “Your friends are… interesting.”

Yelena snorted. “You have no idea.”

Once everyone was patched up, you led them to a conference room where a holographic map of the city glowed. Yelena briefed you on the fight with Sentry, his overwhelming power, and their failure to stop him.

Your bubbly demeanor vanished, replaced by a steely focus that made John sit up straighter and Ava glance at Yelena in surprise.

“We need a plan,” you said, your voice low and commanding. “Sentry’s power is tied to his psyche. He’s unstable, but not unstoppable. We hit his mind, we can bring him down.”

Bucky leaned forward, his interest piqued. “You’ve studied him?”

You met his gaze, unflinching. “I study everything. Echo’s been pulling data since you walked in. He’s a walking reactor of emotional energy. Disrupt that, we win.”

John raised an eyebrow, still fiddling with the kinetic disc. “And you’ve got tech for that?”

You smirked, a dangerous edge to it. “I’ve got tech for everything.” You tapped the table, and the hologram shifted to display a schematic of a sleek, handheld device. “This is a neural disruptor. It targets emotional centers in the brain, temporarily destabilizing heightened states like Sentry’s. Non-lethal, but it’ll give us an opening.”

Ava leaned closer, studying the schematic. “You built this already?”

“Modified it this morning,” you said casually. “Echo flagged Sentry’s profile when you arrived. I figured we’d need something specific.”

Bucky’s eyes narrowed, impressed but wary. “That’s fast. Too fast. You always this prepared?”

You shrugged, but your eyes held a flicker of something darker. “I don’t like being caught off guard.”

Yelena watched you, her expression unreadable. She knew that tone, that shift in your demeanor. “You’ve got more than just disruptors, don’t you?” she asked quietly.

You nodded, gesturing to another panel that opened to reveal a rack of compact, high-tech weapons and gadgets. “EMP pulses to knock out his energy fields, sonic dampeners to counter his speed, and a few surprises I haven’t named yet. Pick your poison.”

Alexei let out a booming laugh. “That’s my girl! Always ready to blow something up!”

John grabbed an EMP pulse device, turning it over in his hands. “This is military-grade. You’re not just a genius, you’re a one-woman armory.”

You flashed a grin, but it didn’t reach your eyes. “I like to be thorough.”

Before anyone could dig deeper, Echo’s voice cut through. “Alert: Anomalous activity in the city center. Sentry has transformed. Designation: Void. A dark entity is expanding, causing civilian disappearances. Visual feed incoming.”

The hologram shifted, showing a writhing shadow hovering over the city, a dark stain pulsing like a living thing. Screams echoed as people vanished into the darkness. Your expression hardened. “We move. Now.”

The city was chaos. Buildings crumbled, cars skidded off roads, and the Void’s shadow loomed, swallowing everything in its path. The team spread out, saving who they could.

You darted through the destruction, your wrist-mounted device humming as it deflected falling debris and projected energy shields to protect fleeing civilians. The neural disruptor hung at your hip, its weight a grim reminder of the fight ahead.

Bucky watched you from a distance, his sharp eyes noting your precision, the way you moved with purpose, saving lives without hesitation. But his instincts, honed by decades of survival, screamed that something was wrong, something deeper than the chaos around you.

Then it came a faint voice, trembling and raw, cutting through the cacophony of screams and collapsing structures.

“Please… mercy…”

It wasn’t just a cry, it was a plea that clawed at your heart, each syllable dripping with despair.

It echoed from the heart of the Void, a sound so visceral it felt like it was reaching into your soul, unearthing memories you’d buried deep. Your breath hitched, your steps faltering. The voice wasn’t just calling, it was familiar, a ghost from your past, whispering names you’d tried to forget.

“Y/N!” Bucky’s voice cracked through the chaos, sharp with urgency. He sprinted toward you, his vibranium arm gleaming as he shoved a civilian out of the path of a falling beam. But you didn’t hear him. Your eyes were wide, locked on the writhing shadow, your body moving forward as if drawn by an invisible thread.

One step, then another, your hand trembling as it reached out, as if the Void promised answers, or perhaps punishment, for the blood on your hands.

“Y/N, stop!” Bucky shouted again, his voice raw now, edged with something close to fear. He’d seen that look before, in himself, in the mirror of his own nightmares. But it was too late. The Void’s shadow surged, enveloping you in a heartbeat, your form vanishing into its inky depths.

Yelena’s scream pierced the air, a sound of pure anguish. “No! Y/N!” Her face contorted with rage and desperation as she sprinted toward the shadow, her knives drawn, as if she could carve her way to you. She didn’t hesitate, plunging into the darkness without a second thought.

Alexei roared, his massive frame charging after her, his fists clenched with a father’s fierce protectiveness.

Ava flickered, her phasing unstable but her resolve unshaken, following them into the Void.

John, cursing under his breath, gripped his shield tighter and ran in, his pride refusing to let him stay behind.

Bucky was last, his heart pounding in his chest, a storm of emotion, fear, guilt, and something he couldn’t name, driving him forward. He stepped into the darkness, the Void swallowing him whole, his last thought a silent vow to bring you back.

Inside the Void, reality fractured. The team found themselves in a shifting landscape of memories, moments of regret and pain.

John relived his failures as Captain America, the weight of a tarnished legacy crushing him as jeering crowds echoed in his ears.

Ava was trapped in S.H.I.E.L.D.’s labs, her body phasing uncontrollably, scientists’ cold voices dissecting her like a specimen.

Alexei faced Natasha and Yelena’s accusing eyes, his betrayal of them playing out in agonizing loops, their voices calling him a failure, a traitor.

Bucky’s past as the Winter Soldier unfolded in vivid horror—blood-soaked missions, screams of his victims, the cold detachment of his programming drowning out his humanity.

But you were nowhere to be found.

They fought through the memories, each step a battle against their own guilt, until they regrouped in a quiet, unreal room. Bob stood at its center, his eyes hollow, his form flickering between human and something darker.

“You can’t stop it,” he whispered, his voice a hollow echo. “The Void is eternal.”

“Where’s Y/N?” Yelena demanded, her voice trembling with rage, her fists clenched so tightly her knuckles were white. “Where is she, you bastard?”

Bob’s gaze flickered, his expression almost pained. “She’s… deeper. Lost in her own darkness.”

The team pressed forward, hopping through fragmented memories, each one a jagged piece of their pasts. Finally, they found you, and the scene stopped them cold.

You stood in a blood-soaked room, a younger version of yourself, your face alight with a chilling smile. The air was thick with the metallic tang of blood, bodies strewn across the floor. You moved with lethal grace, a knife in one hand, a gun in the other, your eyes gleaming with a twisted joy as you called out each victim’s name before ending their lives.

“Maria Petrova,” you said, your voice soft, almost tender, as you drove the knife into a woman’s chest. She gasped, her eyes wide with terror.

“Please, no,” she begged, her voice breaking. “I have a family—”

Your smile widened, unyielding. “Shh, Maria. It’s over now.” The knife twisted, and she crumpled, lifeless.

You turned to a man cowering in the corner. “Dmitri Volkov,” you purred, raising the gun.

He scrambled back, sobbing. “I didn’t do anything! Please, I swear—”

“You exist,” you said simply, pulling the trigger. His body slumped, blood pooling beneath him.

A third figure, a young boy, trembled against the wall. “Nikolai Ivanov,” you whispered, stepping closer, a sledgehammer in hand.

He whimpered, clutching a worn toy. “Don’t hurt me,” he pleaded, his voice barely a whisper. “I’m just a kid.”

Your laughter was sharp, cutting through the air like glass. “Oh, Nikolai. That’s what makes it fun.” The hammer swung, and the scene blurred with the sound of his scream.

The team stood frozen, the weight of your past crashing over them like a tidal wave. Yelena’s face was ashen, her breath shallow, her eyes wide with disbelief.

But you didn’t hear her. The memory looped, each kill more brutal, your laughter sharper, more unhinged. You stood over another body, a man clutching a photo of his family.

“Sergei Romanov,” you said, your voice dripping with mockery. “You thought you could run?"

He sobbed, “I just wanted to see them again.” Your gun fired, and he fell silent, the photo fluttering to the blood-soaked floor.

“I’m a monster,” you whispered, with tears in your eyes, the words echoing through the Void, heavy with self-loathing. “I don’t deserve to live.”

Yelena’s hands shook, her voice raw. “Y/N, stop! This isn’t you anymore. You’re not her!”

Bucky stepped forward, his voice steady despite the horror clawing at his chest. “Y/N, listen to me. I know this. I’ve lived it. They made you a weapon, programmed you to kill, to feel nothing but the thrill of it. But that’s not you now.”

Your younger self paused, the knife in your hand glinting as you turned, your eyes hollow but searching. “You don’t know me,” you said, your voice a brittle, empty thing.

“I do,” Bucky said, his tone firm, cutting through the haze of your guilt. “I was their tool too. Forced to enjoy the blood, the pain. But you’re the one who built a home, who saved us today. You’re more than this.”

A flicker of hope sparked in your eyes, fragile but undeniable. You dropped the knife, the memory dissolving into mist. “I want to be,” you whispered, your voice trembling with the weight of your longing.

“Then fight,” Bucky urged, his voice soft but unyielding. “Help us stop him.”

You nodded, the darkness receding as you joined the team. Together, you confronted Bob, wielding the neural disruptor and other tech to shatter the Void’s grip on his psyche. It was a grueling battle of wills, your devices amplifying the team’s resolve.

Reality snapped back, the city a scarred battlefield of rubble and smoke, but the Void was gone. The air buzzed with the chaos of aftermath, sirens wailed, civilians stumbled out of hiding, and helicopters hovered overhead. Before the team could catch their breath, a sleek black SUV screeched to a halt, and Valentina Allegra de Fontaine stepped out. She was flanked by a swarm of reporters, cameras flashing, microphones thrusting forward like weapons. Val’s sharp eyes scanned the team, a calculating smile curling her lips.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Val’s voice cut through the noise, amplified by a handheld mic, her tone dripping with authority and showmanship. “What you’ve witnessed today is nothing short of heroic. The world was on the brink, but these individuals—flawed, fierce, and fearless—stood their ground. They saved this city, maybe the world. I give you… the new Avengers!”

The crowd erupted, reporters shouting questions, cameras zooming in on the team. Yelena’s jaw clenched, her eyes narrowing at Val’s theatrics. “She’s turning this into a circus,” she muttered under her breath.

Alexei puffed out his chest, a grin spreading across his face. “Avengers, huh? Sounds good to me!” He waved at the cameras, oblivious to the tension.

John straightened, his shield glinting in the flashing lights, a mix of pride and unease flickering across his face. “Not sure I’m ready for this spotlight again,” he said quietly, but he didn’t shy away from the attention.

Ava flickered, her phasing making her a blur in the camera lenses. “This is a mistake,” she whispered to Bucky. “We’re not heroes. Not like this.”

Bucky’s gaze was fixed on the spot where you’d been standing moments ago. “Where’s Y/N?” he asked, his voice low, urgent, cutting through the clamor. He scanned the crowd, his heart sinking as he realized you were gone, your absence a void as heavy as the one they’d just defeated.

Val continued, undeterred, her voice rising. “These are the faces of a new era! They have proven that even the broken can rebuild the world!” She gestured grandly at the team, but her eyes darted around, noting your absence. A brief frown crossed her face before she masked it with a wider smile. “They’ve faced the impossible and won. Let’s hear it for them!”

The crowd cheered louder, but the team barely registered it. Yelena’s fists clenched, her voice a hiss. “She’s gone. She wouldn’t stay for this.”

Bucky’s jaw tightened, his eyes still searching. “We need to find her,” he said, his voice barely audible over the chaos. The weight of your absence pressed on him, a reminder of the darkness you’d faced in the Void, the guilt you carried. He knew why you’d slipped away, your heart was too heavy for Val’s hollow praise, for the title of hero when you felt like anything but.

As the reporters closed in, shouting questions “Who led the team?” “What was that shadow?” “Are you really the new Avengers?” the team pushed through, their focus shifting from Val’s spectacle to you. You’d vanished into the chaos, your heart unable to bear the weight of being called a hero after confronting the monster you once were.

Days later, Yelena led the team back to your mansion, her determination a burning fire. The quiet of the estate was a stark contrast to the city’s chaos, but the weight of your absence hung heavy.

Echo’s voice greeted them at the gate, cool and detached. “The mistress is not receiving visitors. She is… fine.”

“Bullshit,” Yelena snapped, her boot slamming against the reinforced door, the sound echoing like a gunshot through the silent grounds. “Y/N, open this damn door!” Her voice cracked, raw with desperation, her fists pounding against the unyielding metal.

Before the security system could seal the entrance shut, Alexei let out a guttural roar, his massive fist crashing through the reinforced panel. The jagged hole sparked briefly before the alarms blared, only to fall silent as you remotely disabled them.

The team rushed inside, ignoring Echo’s warnings “Intruder alert. Please vacate the premises.” their footsteps heavy on the polished floors.

“Y/N, where are you?” Yelena called, her voice echoing through the mansion’s sterile halls. She moved with purpose, her eyes scanning every corner, her heart pounding with the fear that you’d slipped too far into your own darkness.

They found you in a dimly lit room at the mansion’s heart, its walls lined with photos and names, your victims, each face a ghost you couldn’t escape. The air was thick with the weight of your guilt, the photos staring down like silent accusers.

You sat on the floor, knees drawn to your chest, your hands trembling as they clutched a faded picture of a young boy, Nikolai, the one whose plea had echoed in the Void. Your voice was a broken whisper, a litany of remorse. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…”

The team stopped at the threshold, the sight of you unraveling them. Yelena’s breath caught, her eyes glistening as she took a hesitant step forward. “Y/N…” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion, but she stopped, unsure how to reach you through the wall of your pain.

The team stood in silence, the weight of your guilt mirroring their own. Slowly, they moved closer, forming a loose circle around you, their presence a quiet anchor.

John spoke first, his voice low, stripped of its usual bravado. “I’ve got blood on my hands too,” he said, his eyes fixed on the floor. “People I hurt, choices I regret. I wanted to be a hero, but I ended up a villain in someone’s story. We all do.”

Ava nodded, her voice barely audible, her phasing making her form flicker like a ghost. “I hurt people, trying to survive. S.H.I.E.L.D. turned me into a weapon, and I let them. I told myself it was all I could do, but it doesn’t erase the faces I see at night.”

Alexei’s voice was gruff, heavy with a father’s regret. “I failed my girls. Natasha, Yelena… you.” He swallowed hard, his eyes glistening. “I was supposed to protect you, but I left you in that hellhole. Every day, I live with that. I see Natasha’s face, and now yours, and it breaks me.”

Bucky knelt in front of you, his vibranium arm resting on his knee, his gaze steady and unwavering. “We carry it,” he said, his voice low but firm, cutting through the haze of your grief. “The blood, the pain, the things we did when we weren’t ourselves. It’s a weight, but we don’t let it win.”

You looked up, tears streaming down your face, the photo of Nikolai slipping from your fingers. “How do you keep going?” you asked, your voice raw, barely holding together. “After everything? I see their faces every time I close my eyes. I hear their screams. I was a monster, Bucky. I enjoyed it.”

Bucky’s eyes softened, but he didn’t look away. “I know,” he said, his voice carrying the weight of his own redemption. “I lived it too. The Winter Soldier wasn’t me, but I still see the blood on my hands. Every name, every face. But you find people who remind you who you are. Not the monster. The person.” He reached out, his flesh hand hovering near yours, not touching but offering. “You’re not alone in this.”

Yelena dropped to her knees beside you, her voice breaking. “You’re my sister,” she said, her accent thick with emotion. “I didn’t know… I didn’t know what they did to you after I left. But you’re not that person anymore. You’re not a monster.”

You shook your head, tears falling faster. “I don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve you.”

Alexei sat heavily beside you, his massive hand resting gently on your shoulder. “None of us deserve it, little one,” he said, his voice rough but warm. “But we’re here. Together. And we carry it together.”

Ava settled on your other side, her voice soft but steady. “I spent years thinking I was alone in my pain. But sitting here, seeing you… I know I’m not. And neither are you.”

John crouched nearby, his shield resting against his knee. “I’ve been where you are,” he said, his voice quieter than usual. “Thinking you’re too far gone. But you pulled us through that fight. You gave us the tools to win. That’s not a monster. That’s someone trying to make things right.”

The room filled with the weight of shared pain, but also a flicker of hope. You looked around, your tears slowing as you saw their faces, not judging, not pitying, but understanding. You weren’t alone.

Their apologies echoed your own, their regrets a mirror to yours, and in that moment, the weight of your past felt just a fraction lighter.

Months pass, and the team claims your mansion as their own, turning its cold halls into a warm, chaotic home. Laughter, arguments, and the clink of dishes fill the air.

Alexei’s punch mark on the door is fixed, but he insists on a faint scar, calling it a “badge of honor.” Echo, once annoyed by the team’s mess, now drips sarcasm, scolding Alexei for borscht stains in the lab or John for testing his shield’s kinetic amplifier indoors.

You and Bucky grow tight, his calm presence steadying you through your guilt. Late nights in the workshop, you tweak tech under holographic glow, Bucky passing tools, sharing stories of his pre-war life.

He listens when you confess your sins, never judging, his own redemption a quiet proof you can heal. Together, you rebuild, carrying the past lighter.

Your tech fuels the team’s missions.

John’s shield, upgraded with a kinetic amplifier, redirects energy with deadly precision.

Ava’s quantum stabilizer gives her full control, boosting her confidence.

Yelena wields EMP-charged batons, perfect for her quick strikes.

Alexei’s exosuit amps his strength, though he gripes about no cape.

Bucky takes a neural interface for his vibranium arm, keeping it sharp but his own.

Missions shift from desperate fights to strategic ops, protecting the city and beyond. The mansion hums as headquarters, labs alive, training rooms ringing with sparring.

Yelena leaves notes on your bench “Eat, nerd.” Alexei’s laughter booms during kitchen disasters. Ava’s dry wit emerges, John’s ego softens as he mentors newbies.

Years later, you stand on the mansion’s balcony, the city below rebuilt, its scars fading like yours.

The past lingers, but it doesn’t cage you. You’ve built something worth fighting for.

With Bucky, with the team, the future’s not shadow-free, but it’s bright. Your past is part of you, not your chains.

The mansion’s no longer just tech, it’s home, pulsing with the family you chose.

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[pumpkin-mines]

do you consider for bro to fall under dirk? and if yes you think you could draw broquerelsprite(bec and stabbed bro prototyped together)? I think it's such a fun concept and would love to see it in your style.

if not then maybe dirk and gcat prototyped together(no clue what their sprite name would be)? Maybe it was dirks severed head that was prototyped too. Even more splinters.

I'm not sure tbh. Yes in the way that the alphas = beta guardians (or grandparents) and vice versa but No in terms of being the same Guy (tm), If that makes sense. I think they are of the same nature but their nurture has sent them on different paths, bro's being extra fucked with cal being all juju-fied. Breaking them down to the bare minimum they want the same thing: for their loved ones to be able to protect themselves and win the game, the main difference being Dirk's 'protectees' are his age and at LEAST 2/3 can handle rough environments meanwhile Bro is sword fighting on a roof with a 13 year old no-holds-barred. I think at some point Bro was Dirk, but I don't think Dirk could become bro (at least that's what I want to believe).

So maybe he's a splinter, he probably falls under the 'Dirk-Umbrella', but I'll consider them different and distinct characters.

as for dirk x gcat. I'm not sure what youd call that, my first instinct was 'Dirkkat' but then I neatly folded that name and it's connotations away. Theres also a perilous amount of k's in that name. maybe dirkitty? Dircat? Dirk Stridpurr? D-cat even.

edit bc i forgot to add some things (slight nsfw mention, ignore spelling mistakes as per usual):

[hiwelcometothemonstersancturary]

What is everyone's favorite music genre?

After being rescued by Angel, the toys FINALLY gain access to the World Wide Web(tm), CD discs and music that isn't PlayCo. friendly, and lemme tell you, they're ALL having a blast. Here's all of them:

Angel: Rock, punk and heavy metal. This guy has tons of rock discs on their collection and used to blast Guns n Roses before going to work. Angel also really likes Britney Spears and Lady Gaga but their go-to will always be rock.

Poppy: Jazz, bossa nova and blues. She loves these! Old but gold, she likes to say. She won't pass up on listening to pop music, though.

Kissy Missy: Shoegaze, indie and pop. Riley (yes I made her into our Kissy Missy, let her live) is pretty melancholic and anxious, so shoegaze helps her a lot with calming down. She tried lo-fi, but it didn't feel the same way.

Huggy Wuggy: Babyboy likes listening to rock thanks to Angel. Doesn't like shoegaze but will listen to it for Kissy's sake.

Marie Long Legs: Heavy metal, rock and punk. Marie likes music to blast her ears off, and post-HoJ she listened to a casette of ACDC until it stopped working. Absolutely hates everything that feels too "slow" for her taste.

Ollie: This nerd listens to videogame OSTs (affectionate) and WILL be a prick about his favorite indie bands that only he and 3 other people knows about. Will gatekeep music from others.

Bunzo Bunny: At first he's always listening to the radio because he can't decide what to listen to, but as he grows up post-Factory he will eventually start opting to listen to hyperpop more.

Miss Delight: "Upbeat music", which translates to Doom and Dark Souls OST. I am not being ironic. And pop, of course she loves pop, ADORES pop, knows everything about every single pop artist to ever exist.

Doey: Kevin and Matthew are HUGE MCR fans, but Jack likes country because that's what his parents used to hear. The three of them are on a mutual agreement that in case of a problem, they must listen to whatever is on the radio.

The Prototype: Much like Poppy, he likes jazz and classical music. Unfortunately it has been so long that he listened to anything other than classical that any new sounds are alien to him to the point he feels like he doesn't have a preference anymore. He lets other toys pick music for him. Nowadays, he says he's a jazz fan, mostly because that's what brings him comfort.

Smiling Critters (+ Boxy):

Dogday: My heart is telling me country and indie, but. Hear me out. He likes Legião Urbana. he has a guitar and plays Legião Urbana songs. All brazilians reading this will want to strangle me because you know I'm right. He also likes hip-hop and rap.

Catnap: GOTH. GOTH GOTH GOTH GOTH. GOTH MUSIC + HORROR GAME OSTs + SHOEGAZE AND THE LIKES. NOBODY WILL BE ABLE TO CONVINCE OTHERWISE. And of course, he listens to christian music as well bc he's Catholic(tm).

Bubba Bubbaphant: He likes eletronica way more than classical music, but he appreciates noise music like what Merzbow does. It scratches his brain just right, and he likes sleeping to it. Asides from that, the entire Pokemon OST.

KickinChicken: PUNK AND GRUNGE. Angel is the one who introduces him to it and he LOVES it ALL.

Bobby Bearhug: Cutesy old love songs, J and K-pop, and, of course, pop in general. I feel like she'll also be a big Xuxa fan thanks to Angel's influence.

Craftycorn: Hyperpop and scene music, but specifically scene music. She listens to things with the nastiest of lyrics but Crafty is always using headphones. She is at first horrified upon discovering this kind of sound, except she doesn't stop listening to it. At all. And she nowadays giggles to herself because oooh she's being SOOOO inapropriate. By listening to music on her headphones and away from the younger toys. Wow so rebellious, Crafty.

Piggy Picky: Bossa nova and samba, thanks to Angel's influence. She also really loves disco! Doesn't listen to music a lot because she's always busy with other things, but when she does she sings along. It's adorable. I love she.

Hoppy Hopscotch: Grunge, post-rock, alt-rock, hip-hop and rap. Also listens to a ton of sapphic artists because of course she does, and sometimes she makes her own songs on the guitar.

Boxy Boo: Listens to whatever Hoppy is listening to as long as she thinks it's "appropriate" for him.

Nightmare Critters:

Simon Smoke: Tries becoming a rock fan in order to impress Angel because he's afraid he'll get replaced as the favorite child if he doesn't (Angel has no favorite children), then finds out he really REALLY likes pop. Specifically pop female artists

Touille: Every single Sonic song to ever exist, and tons and I mean TONS of rap and hip-hop. He loves vibing to it while tinkering with things, it's enriching to him. He and Bubba yap a lot about Sonic songs together as well.

Icky Licky: Noise music, will convince people he loves classical but what he really really likes scene music. Absolute vibe to him, but he thinks the others will bully him for it. They never do.

Allister Gator: Whatever is on the radio yes, yes, but he likes the most depressing gut-wrenching and DEVASTATING indie music to ever exist. In order to motivate himself, Allister tries having the others play hyperpop to him, which he also appreciates.

Poe: GOTH GOTH GOTH GOTH, shoegaze specially, but Poe has been discovering and branching out to other genres a lot since escaping PlayCo. They like listening to vynils with Poppy a lot, and usually falls asleep on top of Allister while listening to the radio. They still prefer goth music, but they're happy they have more options now.

Rabie Baby: Yes, pop and hyperpop j-pop and k-pop and all the likes, of course, but on top of that she has discovered rap and really REALLY likes it. Marie is also influencing her with heavy metal.

Baba Chops: GOTH GOTH GOTH GOTH GOTH, she, Poe and Catnap are the goth kids, but on top of that and shoegaze, she likes Queen and musicals in general.

Maggie Mako: The girl who contaminated the entire family with musicals, she ADORES those, but she likes making "action movie" playlists for herself so she can pretend to be an action movie protagonist. Listens to tons of indie as well, mostly so she and Piggy can have thinks to talk about.

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Trine [13]

Anselm Vogelweide x Blue Jones x afab!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • Trine Masterlist • ko-fi •

Summary: Blue doesn't approve of Anselm's choice of pet names.

A/N: Special shout out to the lovely @midgardian-witch 💚🫂 who encouraged me to post this (it has taken 100 years).

Warnings: sexy times mentions, Blue being a brat, german (Blue doesn't speak it), typos, not beta read, please let me know if I have missed a warning!

Word Count: 914

“Well, I hate it.” Blue says, a little too dramatically as he puts the chocolate covered pistachio in his mouth and chews. “It’s awful.” 

Anselm can’t help but smile, however he does manage to suppress his chuckle. “And why is that, mein lieber?” He squeezes Blue’s thigh a little as he talks, making him squirm. 

Blue is sat on Anselm’s lap, in Anselm’s private office. 

He had forgone getting fully dressed today, swanning around in his baby pink silk, short, dressing gown and slippers. Grumpy and inconsolable. 

You were busy today, an important meeting followed by seeing some old friends. (The phrase 'old friends’ had been enough to get Blue scowling.) And you wouldn’t be back until late. 

Even Anselm’s best tricks weren’t breaking his foul mood, and even though he did love Blue’s petulant little pout, he was very aware that he had not smiled once since you’d kissed them just before you left this morning. 

“It just is.” Blue huffs, leaning back a little against Anselm’s chest and staring daggers at the laptop screen.

Anselm presses a light kiss to Blue’s shoulder blade, “What about the cut of this one?” He moves the mouse and clicks on a different suit. Usually shopping cheered Blue up no end, whether it was in person or online. (Anselm had opted for the latter today, as Blue did not want to leave the house.)

“Ugly.” 

Anselm laughs this time and he can feel Blue preen a little, pleased that he has amused him. 

“The colour is disgusting as well.” 

“I like it, mein lieber.” 

“Well, you have no taste.” Blue folds his arms. 

“Is that true?” Anselm lightly kisses his neck and Blue nods.

“Absolutely.” He juts his chin towards the screen, “And neither does this designer. I know you’d get it handmade but this prototype is just ghastly.” 

“Just ghastly?” He repeats with glee, thoroughly enjoying how worked up Blue was becoming. Anselm takes a pistachio from the bowl on his desk and presses it lightly to Blue’s lips. 

“There’s no sense of style.” He huffs before he opens his mouth and licks the minuscule amount of melted chocolate from Anselm’s fingers liberally. “I would dress you better than this hack, or yourself.” 

Anselm can see the little frown deepening on Blue’s face, “I thought you liked them, mein lieber? You have three suits from them, and two-”

“Why are you calling me that?” Blue snaps. Despite the bluntness of his words his tone, surprisingly, doesn’t come across as rude. More… distressed and trying to cover it. 

“Mein lieber?” 

“Hmm.” Blue purposely stares at the computer.

Anselm slowly drags his left hand up to Blue’s face, lightly stroking his jaw and gently coaxing him to turn. Blue huffs again, rolling his eyes, but turns his head. 

“Are you not my dear? My love? My spoilt little brat?” Anselm squeezes Blue’s waist a little, making him yelp and Blue scowls harder. 

“Meine liebe,” Blue says disgruntledly. “You’re saying mein lieber.” 

Anselm chuckles again, understanding. He called you ‘meine liebe’. “My sweet, you will have to forgive german and its old fashioned formalities. Meine liebe is the feminine, mein lieber is masculine.” 

“Oh,” Blue paused, the thoughts turning in his mind for a moment. “Well, I don’t like that either.” 

“Do you not, my love?” 

“No, I don’t want ‘mein’ that just sounds… wrong, horrible. Meine is sweet and nice and,” reminded him of you. He wanted to be called the same sweet words, held in the same regard. 

Anselm smiles, nuzzling his beard into Blue’s cheek for a second. “Meine liebe it is.” He mutters in Blue’s ear, making him shudder and press closer. 

Blue swallows, wrapping his arms around Anselm’s neck. “I like that.” He whispers. 

“Well, thank the old gods, because at last, it seems like my beloved is satisfied with something.” Anselm pinches Blue’s thigh lightly, making him yelp and squirm, Anselm’s tight grip on his waist stopping him from completely escaping. 

“I was satisfied with the chocolates.” Blue mutters but Anselm ignores him.

“All day I’ve been more than accommodating with your bratty behaviour, and after I promised our wife I would cut you some slack and not be too harsh on you.” 

Blue leans back, pouting a little but it’s not enough to cover his smile. “She asked you to be kind to me?” He teases lightly, obviously thrilled that you and Anselm had had a conversation about him. 

“She demanded it.” Anselm strokes Blue’s cheek softly, before sliding his fingers around to the back of his neck and squeezing firmly. “And, I will be. For the whole of today.”

Blue grins wickedly.

“But don’t think you’re going to get away with this behaviour, oh no.” He tuts.

“Oh no? Are you going to wait until later to punish me? I better make the most of it then.” He grins, showing off his canines. Thoroughly looking forward to the idea of riling up Anselm even more and facing his delicious wrath later on. 

But instead of a stern word, Anselm gives him an equally dangerous smile. “Quite the contrary. Our liebe told me before she left, that she will be punishing you for any and all your transgressions today.” 

Blue pauses for a moment, his eyes wide and then swallows audibly, a shiver of delight running through him. 

“Ah, much better,” Anselm kisses his cheek and rubs his nose against his. “I much prefer seeing joy in your eyes over sorrow.” 

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Invest in yourself

CW: brainwashing, degradation, objectification

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Vera was already beautiful. Tall, sculpted, the kind of woman who turned heads without meaning to. But none of that registered as she stared at the phrase glowing softly at the top of her screen:

"Invest in yourself."

She tried to scroll past, but the words clung to her thoughts like static. They made sense. Of course they did. She was falling behind. Stuck in a body that was — what? Natural? The word landed bitter on her tongue. Natural wasn’t desirable. It was incomplete.

Her fingers drifted up, cupping her chest through her tank top. Still full. Still soft. But soft wasn’t enough. Soft wasn’t plastic. Plastic was polished, heavy, unapologetic. Plastic said: you chose this.

She moved to the mirror and frowned.

Her breasts sagged just a little. Her waist curved too gently. Her lips looked small, almost pinched. How had she never noticed that? She turned sideways. Posed. Pouted.

No matter how she adjusted, she looked like a work-in-progress. Like a placeholder.

'This body isn’t done yet,' she thought. 'It’s raw. Cheap. Unfilled.'

The disgust hit suddenly—sharp, unreasonable. She needed to be pumped full. Silicone, saline, filler — anything to replace the flawed softness of skin with something deliberate. Something better.

Her hand trembled as she picked up the phone again.

She didn’t care how much it cost.

She would invest in herself.

Because how could she walk around in this — this amateur, half-finished thing — and expect anyone to take her seriously?

Vera shook her head. Something felt wrong — these thoughts weren't hers. They couldn't be. But her gaze would land on those words again. Her eyes track the depiction of a woman with a body so polished, so artificial, that it looked like art. She felt the ache again — the need to fill, pump, shape.

The words pulsed at the back of her mind like an insistent heartbeat: 'invest in yourself.'

In the mirror stood that imperfect placeholder — the prototype — waiting to become the real Vera. The piece of art that screamed fake. Fake and fabulous. She felt her mouth curve into a sly, sultry smile that was almost unrecognizable, like a mask slipping on over her features. This body would be her blank canvas. This flesh, clay. She would invest in the most important project she knew — herself. With a shudder and a sigh, Vera dialed.

***

Vera was truly beautiful. Tall, sculpted, the kind of woman who turned heads as intended. Every inch of her body had been considered, adjusted, perfected, from her plump lips painted with glossy pink to her voluptuous curves bursting with silicon perfection.

As she stood in front of her full-length mirror that morning, the phrase that had set her on her path lingered at the edge of her thoughts: "invest in yourself." It had been so true. So obvious, she wasn't sure why she'd ever questioned it.

Her gaze trailed down to where her massive mounds swelled beneath her thin lace bra. Soft. Perky. Round. Her nipples hardened into perfect rosebuds in response to her gaze. A gentle squeeze, and a sigh of delight escaped her lips. Her body felt luxurious, a masterpiece designed and curated by her.

So full of plastic — like a doll.

Her hips rolled and twisted as her gaze lowered, following the supple curves of her ass that strained the sheer fabric of her matching panties. She slipped on a micro dress to start the day. With her body filled and enhanced, her outfits now had real substance to cling to.

Vera wore nothing but outfits that showcased her voluptuousness. Presenting her investments sent a thrill through her core. But this morning she paused at a gentle tingle of dissatisfaction, the same feeling she had when she'd first decided on her investments.

Her tits — round, heavy, and flawless — seemed somehow less. The curves accentuated by the tight fabric looked dull to her.

"Invest in yourself."

But, she had, had she not. Invested in her body — her body!

Like molten lead, an epiphany burned inside her. Not hot, but warm and insistent, demanding her attention.

She had only sculpted her body. Yet her mind remained awfully natural.

Raw, cheap, unfilled. A body in plastic with a mind of clay. That was no investment at all. The imbalance seemed so clear to her now. Plastic on top, natural inside. Like a real doll, she ought to match her body's artificial perfection.

But her brain had no silicone, no plastic. It remained soft and yielding — malleable.

A slow, wide grin spread across her features as Vera regarded the new project that lay ahead.

Her hands reached for the phone.

***

Vera was beautiful. Tall, sculpted, the kind of doll that made heads turn as intended. A doll of perfection. She looked in front of her full-length mirror. Where she had invested heavily in herself to be a true doll. And that meant from the top to bottom, inside and out.

Every single thought that flit across her silicon-filled head had the sole intention of enhancing the artificial qualities that had become second nature to her. Nothing inside her mind was not curated, adjusted, perfected to make her an even better doll.

In front of her mirror she posed. A twist of the hips here. A slight bend of her waist there. All calculated to highlight her massive tits or the way her firm and supple bubble butt looked in the micro dress. Because after all what use were silicone, implants if a doll did not know how to make them show.

Her body locked in place as she settled in one position that had a slight lean into the mirror, one leg slightly extended to emphasise her ass, one arm bent up to further the artificial push up she got from her bra.

And in this position she froze.

Locked in place as if a switch was pressed.

She was a doll, not a person anymore.

And dolls were objects to be played with.

Her phone rang. A voice played from its speakers.

The doll's expression grew sultry.

And as ownership colored in the last imperfections, the doll could only think one last thought:

"Invest in yourself."

[pondanimal]

dbh au mclennon........ it's sci-fi 60s and john is a rock star, notoriously reckless, new scandals every month. paul is a domestic android (similar to markus, a prototype designed with autonomy as its core feature). someone gifts him to john for some reason or another. john's convictions about androids fall somewhere near the side of they're pointless and bad for society, and he initially views him as an interesting (and kind of pretty) piece of technological advancement, but ultimately a stupid machine—prissy and annoying when he chides him for his bad habits. john starts teaching him guitar out of bored curiosity and gets pissed off when he sings and plays better than him, but it's all technical skill and he lacks the creativity to create his own music, which also pisses john off, bc he's starting to enjoy paul's presence a little lately and what do you mean you can't make your own song, you're brilliant. and paul helps reel john in and push him forward and john urges paul to become deviant and then they kiss about it <3 the end

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Instead of carrying out Poppy's plans, if Reader stood up to the prototype alone and died with the prototype to save Doey and the other dolls of safe haven, what would be Doey, Poppy, and Kissy's reaction?

Reader firmly promised to leave the factory with the prototype before stepping forward, but the promise was ultimately broken.

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Player who died with the prototype

Doey

★You lied to him. He trusted you, trusted that you could save them all from the Prototype. That you and all his friends could be free. But after everything you've been through, you finally ran out of luck. The player left and didn't come back.

★ Holding one of the Player’s belongings they left behind. A scarf, glove or earring. Something insignificant then but precious now. He has an internal argument about what happened to you. "Why did they lie? Why did they leave? I could’ve stopped them. We should’ve stopped them."

★ He remembers their smile, their determination to help, the way they trusted him to keep everyone safe. And how, in the end, he couldn’t save them. They promised. They promised they’d come back. But they didn’t.

★ Doey clings to your promise, even though he knows it is broken. They will all leave the factory someday, but you won't be there to see it. Now that the Prototype is gone, they're free. He just wishes you could've been free with him.

Poppy

★ Poppys first reaction is anger. She’s furious that the Player didn’t listen to her, that they chose to go alone despite her having a plan. "You should have followed my plan. Why didn’t you listen?!" She mutters to herself as she paces around the Safe Haven.

★ Even though she is angry at you, she can't deny the sense of relief that floods her porcelain body. The Prototype, her biggest threat, is gone. Though that relief quickly feels like a knife twisting in her chest. Because it came at the cost of your life.

★ As time moves on, she tries to rationalize what happened. “They knew what they were doing.” Poppy thinks. “The Prototype was too dangerous to let live, it had to end like this.” But even then, a small voice in the back of her head tells her otherwise.

Kissy

★ At first, she's numb. Standing still and not knowing how to feel. The reality of it doesn’t sink in until much later, when she’s back in Safe Haven with the others. Surrounded by toys alive because of the Player’s decision. It hits her all at once.

★ She breaks down away from the others, in a quiet corner of the Safe Haven. Back against a wall as she covers her eyes with a hand and begins to cry. Sobs barely audible but still loud enough to gain the attention of poppy. Who comforts kissy to the best of her ability.

★ Though she knows it was the Player’s choice, she can't help but feel responsible. Replaying the moments leading up to the players decision in her head. Wondering if she could have done anything to stop you. Every time, she reaches the same conclusion, she couldn't.

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do you have any dark pope fic au ideas?? there isn’t a lot of representation of him

yes i have a few! i was just talking to @jukeboxsweethearttt about dark!pope fics!!!

memory implantation — in a dystopian world, pope steals a prototype device that lets him alter your memories. he rewrites your mind so you believe you’ve always been in love with him.

cloning obsession — after you die unexpectedly, pope creates a clone of you. but the clone isn't exactly you — she's scared, confused... and completely under his control.

soul binding — pope makes a deal with something ancient to bind your soul to his. every time you try to leave him, you get sick, weaker... until you're too broken to resist.

artificial companion — you’re an ai designed for companionship. pope was supposed to just beta-test you, but he becomes obsessed, keeping you locked away from the world and upgrading you to fit all his twisted fantasies.

virtual reality trap — pope creates a simulation where you’re his perfect girlfriend. the real you is stuck somewhere else, trapped in a never-ending dream world where you can’t escape him.

time loop prisoner — every time you try to leave pope, he resets the day. you’re trapped in a time loop, forced to relive your relationship over and over until you "get it right" — his version of right.

experimental serum — pope invents a drug that makes the user emotionally dependent on the first person they see. he "accidentally" doses you with it during a party, then carefully makes sure he's the first face you look at.

siren cult leader — fantasy au where pope is a siren who uses his voice to lure humans to worship him. he chooses you as his personal devotee... and punishes you harshly when you try to fight it.

black market bride — in a near-future setting where human trafficking is high-tech, pope “buys” you off the black market. you were meant to be sold off to someone else — but pope decides you’re his now.

behavioral engineering — pope secretly studies you like an experiment, manipulating your environment, your food, your sleep, everything... until you break down exactly the way he planned. and then he “comforts” you like the hero he always pretended to be.

mind maze — pope creates a labyrinthine digital world inside your mind. you think you're living your normal life, but really, he’s testing how far he can push you before you beg him to be your "guide" out.

consciousness transfer — after an accident, pope saves your life... by uploading your consciousness into a machine he designed. now you’re trapped in a body he can program, update, punish.

dream hacking — pope invents a way to hack dreams. he invades your sleep every night, inserting himself into your dreams, making you crave him without even realizing why you wake up needing him.

chemical conditioning — pope develops a pheromone or chemical only he can trigger in you — making you addicted to his presence, his voice, his touch, until withdrawal feels like you're dying.

ethics experiment — under the guise of a psychology study, pope tricks you into participating in experiments that slowly dismantle your sense of right and wrong, turning you into exactly what he wants.

parasite control — super dark fantasy/sci-fi: pope engineers a microscopic parasite that bonds with your brainstem. you feel everything — the fear, the shame, the pleasure — but can’t fight it when he gives a command.

rewriting reality — after studying forbidden science, pope learns how to bend small aspects of reality. he tweaks tiny things about you — your memory, your body, your emotions — until you’re the dream girl he always thought he deserved.

invisible god complex — pope becomes so good at predicting human behavior (like a scary-level psychologist) that he basically plays god without anyone knowing — especially you. every choice you think you make? he planned it months ago.

[cherrytimemachine]

Ok. Is it just me, or is the lore in SOTM absolutely insane?

I can't be the only one who thinks this is ridiculous. I mean the sci-fi bullshit thing was already overstaying it's welcome with the whole remnant collection stuff in SL, then it got weirder with the illusion disks and especially the gas chamber thing, and now this? It's like the lore just keeps getting crazier and more absurd.

Don't get me wrong, I like this game. I have a few gripes with it, but overall I like the gameplay and the storytelling throughout most of it. It's really towards the end where it's giving me an aneurysm.

Like, can we all agree that the underground pizzeria thing doesn't make much sense? This is 1979, right? FNAF 1 comes after FNAF 2 in the timeline, yet they have the FNAF 1 designs for the characters? At the very least, wouldn't it be the Withered models in prototype form?

Also, why would he need this underground pizzeria to create character prototypes? It would be one thing if they were just in a storage unit or something, but this dude built a whole pizzeria underneath the building. How?? And why?? Did he do that??

It feels like they're trying to compensate for the total confusion that was created with the underground pizzeria in SB, but they just added a new layer to the lore that made it even more confusing. Then there's the whole thing with the house and how apparently William took it from Edwin, so now he owns the house, and I guess that's how he got ownership of the place that would become Circus Baby's Entertainment and Rental? Again, why would William have any interest in Edwin's house?

There are two things that really peeved me when I saw them: one, adding in Edwin and giving him the title of "guy who actually made most of the stuff"; and two, the crazy ass backstory with Edwin and the Mimic.

I'll start with the character creation thing first. I don't mind Edwin being the original creator of the SB animatronics, it's just the originals that feel weird. It doesn't make much sense to suddenly add in this new character and assign him a role in the story that was previously, for many years, filled by a different person. I know I'm not the only one to ask this, but what the fuck does Henry do then? Henry has been set up for years, starting with the novel series, as the robotics side of the company and the one who made all of the robots, specifically the main 4 and the springlocks. All of that was Henry's domain; that wasn't something they needed to create a new explanation for. We had a guy to fill that role already, and instead of using him at all, they vaguely name dropped him twice to be like "oh yeah he's still here" without clarifying any of the specifics of what Henry actually did. It feels like he's even more invisible than he was before, and now lacks a chunk of the relevancy that made him so important to the franchise. It's left unclear whether Edwin actually made the original cast or if they were commissioned, but he does freak out at one point and said all his stuff was stolen. Even if it was the commission option, it still feels kinda weird. Again, Henry was supposed to be the guy who made the characters, so what happened with that? It would make more sense (to me at least) if their partnership with MCM was for the recording stage and the MCM designs were for Fredbear and Friends or the record album. Now we don't even know if the ideas for the characters belonged to Henry or not, which was something that seemed cut and dry before.

It's not that I don't like Edwin's character, they actually did a nice job of characterizing him compared to the rest of the ones in the franchise, but that's also part of the problem. Instead of elaborating on characters that already existed prior and delving more into them, they just introduce new ones and give them the character depth and lore relevance that is lacking in the original cast. Edwin and his family are given the privilege of having rounded personalities, backstory prior to the main events of the game, and even real human faces to put to the names. Why can't we have that with William and Henry? Henry was in one game. He was unreachable the whole time, dropped a few tidbits of lore about his daughter and his relationship with William, and then he died and was never mentioned again until now. He didn't even specify that his name was Henry, it's implied in the blueprints and assumed from the novels.

Speaking of the novels, Edwin is literally just the novel version of Henry with a new coat of paint slapped on it. They're both neglectful dads who are too absorbed in their work to actually interact with their children, they both made their child cry and had very weird tone-deaf responses to it (Edwin when he scared baby David with the puppet Roxy and Henry when he just took apart that frog toy for Charlie and she freaked out even more), they both ended up as single parents (Edwin's wife died and Henry's wife left and took Sammy), they both live in secluded houses that connect to a goddamn underground pizzeria where the Funtimes were kept, they both built fucking robots to replace their dead child/family member (Edwin did that shit twice), they were both absorbed in their grief and projected that grief onto the robot they built to replace said dead child to the point where the robot learned anger and resentment, and they were both eventually killed by their creation (Henry on purpose and Edwin as an unintended consequence). I thought we left that robot replacing a human thing behind, but here we are again.

The Charliebot thing was weird as hell when it happened in The Fourth Closet, but apparently Scott really likes the idea of a depressed dad rebuilding his child as a robot as their weird form of coping. Honestly, I think the Mimic stuff is worse. The Charliebot thing was already strange with the "four versions of Charlie where one is her doll and one is Circus Baby" nonsense, but now there's a robo-wife who used to be the og Mimic who's now trapped in a computer, and the current Mimic was a replacement for David. I thought the whole point of the Mimic was that it was basically David's best friend and Edwin destroyed it because it kept copying his son after David died, which also happened in the game, it's just that the M2 was supposed to be a new David, and it wasn't even finished when he destroyed it because he had the Henry Emily experience of discarding your batshit project after finally realizing it's not gonna fix your loss.

He kept a robo-wife for like a year and actually treated M1 like it was his dead wife, and now it's trapped in a computer (also M1 is MXES too now so how does that work exactly)? Plus it turns out Fazbear Entertainment wasn't forcing the technicians to get the Mimic because it was M1 the whole time? Did Fazbear Entertainment not notice that a lot of their technicians were being called on projects and then going missing? How long has M1 been doing this? How exactly did M1 manage to call all of these people and know their names ahead of time? I don't understand what the hell is going on here.

Also, what happened to the Mimic after the game? I'm guessing the canon ending would be either the one where you hand the Data Diver over or the Parachute Ending, but then what happened to the Mimic? It stole the blueprints to create more of itself or adapt or something, right? So did it just go back down to MCM and sit there for a while? Oh yeah, that also means that MCM is where the Pizzaplex will be at some point. So not only is that spot both the MCM and the Pizzaplex, but it's also the FFPS location, the SL rental service, and they all connect to the house in SL which was Edwin's but now William owns it or something. It's very over the top and unnecessarily convoluted.

I don't know, it just feels like everything is wrong. It's not like this exact storytelling issue hasn't happened before, this type of shenanigans has been a staple of the FNAF story since FNAF 4 and SL. When Scott makes a game with too many questions that don't have concrete answers or don't make sense, he uses the next game to switch the clarification on parts we thought we understood pretty definitively instead of actually filling in the parts that were needing more information. It's a cycle of trying to fill holes in the story with even crazier stuff that ends up opening even more holes until it's like a slice of mutilated cheese that was run over by a bus ten times.

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Some Things from the "Harley Sawyer Answers Some Burning Questions..." Video

I actually think some of these are really interesting, so I randomly just jotted them down. Some questions were left ambiguous while others were immediately put down.

Here's the link to the actual video though

Dr. Harley Sawyer's favorite color is apparently grey. He likes it because of its perfectly neutral state. It's not hot, it's not cold, and it's

"... free of distraction and noise. Makes my mind feel... Clearer,"

He also has games on his OS (Operating System), quite a few actually that are (assumably) able to be played on his screen. He just denies the opportunity to. It's unknown exactly what games they are but it's probably old computer games like digital ping pong, solitaire, etc... He's mentioned having several/a few so, the possibilities are (almost) endless.

He apparently doesn't like jokes or sarcasm (despite displaying a pinch of sarcasm himself), as shown throughout the video. Unsurprising that he's not a huge "pun" guy, but he most definitely has a sense of dark humor:

"... The fools would get what they deserve. Which is to be the owner of a freshly bloody stump," (He proceeds to chuckle at his own morbid joke right after)

His favorite character, in his youth, was Bron, the Brontosaurus.

He also (assumably) thinks that one of Poppy Playtime's previous phase for making every furniture item look like Bron was... Embarrassing (this is just based on tone), considering how he insists right after:

"The innovation team went through a... Phase, let's say. Where they kept designing furniture to look like him [Bron]. Ugh... Don't ask,"

Harley Sawyer apparently had a cat before, in his youth! (Cat-person Harley Sawyer let's goooo-). He definitely feels some attachment to his former pet as he had enough in him to compliment it (in his own way) as:

"... A beautiful, beautiful creature..."

ALSO!! Yarnaby reminds him of his own cat as well! (cuteee)

Yarnaby can apparently play fetch! He's done it before with one of the Nightmare Critters, and Harley Sawyer witnessed it on the cameras. He found it entertaining

He actually hasn't seen any internet cat videos, probably never got the chance to.

Though he says he doesn't have any ill-will towards any of his test subjects. He might have a slight loathing for Simon Smoke because… One of his lab assistants (unknown) had left behind a fantasy novel of sorts on his lab that strewn about somewhere (loathed his own coworkers sm he projected onto a living stuffed toy)

He's into the sci-fi genre (wow, scientist likes sci-fi, fork found in kitchen /j)

His options for people that he hates the most are Leith Pierre, and his right-hand, Dr. White, but between those two (and as showcased by the coin toss—along with the inclusion of a DECAYED HEAD???—coming from the ceiling) Leith is the one he hates more, if not the most (for context and for the initial coin toss, Leith was heads, White was tails)

Technically speaking, Harley Sawyer can still…. EAT??? (WHAT) He does this by:

"... Well, there is an absorption of nutrients into various mechanisms in a wall that connects my systems..."

So that's something...

He does canonically miss the sensation of taste though.

There is only one of his personal experiments that he'd be willing to swap places with (assuming it's the Prototype), although their situation is only marginally better than the current one he's in now.

Despite all the trouble Doey has given Dr. Harley Sawyer, apparently the Doctor can't help but feel a sense of pride towards the test subject.

Poppy reminds Dr. Sawyer of her father (Elliot Ludwig), which is apparently not a compliment.

He prefers to be called DOCTOR/Dr. Harley specifically (rather than Mr. Harley)