#but inspiration fucking struck

[void-sand-cat]

Are remnant and souls 100% the same thing? As in, could remnant be something that is produced by the ghosts possessing the animatronics, and not the souls themselves? Ok, I'm making no sense. Let me explain.

So, remnant = soul metal, not gonna contest that, I'm more so saying remnant =/= souls. A common understanding I see is that if something has remnant, it's haunted. I don't think that is necessarily the case, I think that it's like... I have a venn diagram to explain.

I have reasoning, don't worry. First, I feel it explains a few details and makes the endings of 3 & 6 more satisfying with the rest of the story, but I'll get to that. Second, I do have some proof, although it is mostly just bending the evidence to my desire... yeah, this is very much not scientifically sound.

Anyway, the only real information I know of that relates directly to remnant is the scooper diagram

It is generally accepted that this means that heating remnant destroys it permanently, but all this says is it might destroy its effects. Meaning it loses its ability to animate things.

What this idea makes me wonder is if the reason William keeps coming back is that he doesn't want to move on? The scooper's note simply says that heat may destroy the effects of remnant, but if remnant and souls are separate things (and we have no reason to think they're the same), and haunted objects produce remnant (as all the animatronics having remnant seems to suggest), then why would high temperature make the ghosts move on? Have we ever been given reason to believe heat affects souls?

Maybe the real way to make a soul move on, is to help it find peace, then burn the remnant... like fnaf 3's good ending.

If we assume the good ending is canon (because unless it was retconned, why wouldn't it be?), then the missing kids - who aren't theorized to still be around at all in the recent games - would have moved on, and their remnant destroyed, fully ending their story. A satisfying end for them, minus Cassidy, who stuck around, maybe going with William to keep track of him?

That idea assumes that the missing kids aren't in Ennard/Molten Freddy/the Funtimes, though. Simply because I don't think they are. I think their remnant is, William may have extracted some of it before destroying the OG band, or if there are kids who went missing in '87, maybe they're haunting the Funtimes? I don't know, I'm fairly certain the Funtimes are in no way haunted by the '85 kids. It just makes no sense logistically. Either way, that remnant is destroyed in the fnaf 6 fire, the kids are out of the game from now on.

Cool? Cool. Fnaf 6 fire, the big finale... well not really.

It is possible that fire does make a spirit move on. Which sounds super contradictory, but hear me out. Maybe the fnaf 6 fire made the spirits move on because they told it would, but it wasn't hot enough to destroy the remnant. That... makes the most sense here, I think. It would explain why we see versions of these characters, but they don't seem aware. It's because they're simply a remnant of them.

It's possible certain characters didn't move on (Mike, he had both a thermometer and experience with this, could have realized it wasn't hot enough), but I think most did. (I am neutral on the glammike theory, btw. Simply pointing out these two theories are not contradictory, I am unaware of any modern theory that would contradict this one (Glitchtrap is remnant & AI with this theory btw, we know remnant can affect humans so...))

This was meant to just be a silly headcanon I came up with to smooth out some issues that have been bothering me, but I've been writing this for an hour, and I have fully convinced myself, oh no.

[webism]

rn trying to wonder just how much satoru/suguru action i can slip into this fic before you give me the stink eyes....

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

The urge to write Ifrit and Swiss getting freaky with other ghouls around and failing trying not to get caught won. This is much longer than originaly planned, but oh, well.

Ifrit's always been a very physically affectionate ghoul.

So when the fire ghoul slid a hand on the small of Swiss' back as he strode past, or later settled it on the multi ghoul's hip in the middle of the conversation they were having, Swiss didn't think much of it.

It takes a tail snaking far too high around his thigh, the spaded end resting just shy of his crotch, for him to realize Ifrit is fucking with him.

Swiss's head shots up from where it was lazily resting on Ifrit's shoulder, both of them comfortably sprawled on the couch, a blanket draped over them masking the fire ghoul's antics.

For now at least.

Ifrit's usual sweet grin has a teasing edge to it, sharp fangs peeking out. His tail squeezes a bit tighter around Swiss' thigh, head tilting in a silent question.

Licking his lips, Swiss glances around to assert the situation.

Chain is laying on their stomach on the floor, making fluorescent bead bracelets with Cowbell, Zephyr is reading in an armchair with Cirrus sleeping curled up against them, and Aether is doing crosswords on the windowsill.

They could get caught.

It's a very real possibility.

Unfortunately, Swiss loves a challenge.

He looks back at Ifrit and nods ever so slightly, settling back against him.

He's ready for the spade of Ifrit's tail creeping higher, rubbing against his crotch, just enough pressure that it would have made Swiss gasp if he hadn't expected it.

As it is, it stirs a warmth low in his belly that quickly spreads with each slow stroke of Ifrit's tail. And it's fine, pretty manageable, until the fire ghoul shifts, seemingly reajusting his position, his big hand finding the outline of Swiss's dick and grabbing at him, giving his now fully hard cock a good squeeze.

Swiss has to bite down on his own tongue, eyes rolling back. He can feel Ifrit smiling against his temple, now fondling him through his sweatpants.

It's good, a little too good. Ifrit knows him too well, knows exactly how to have Swiss fighting grunts a moans, muscles locked up in an attempt to stop himself from writhing under his touch.

But in his eagerness to make Swiss suffer -lovingly of course- Ifrit forgets that Swiss also knows him very well - and that the multi ghoul is very, very competitive.

What a terrible mistake.

Dislodging Ifrit's hand, Swiss pretends to be tired of his current position, deciding to sit fully on his lap instead, and uses a seemingly innocent stretching to grind hard on the fire ghoul's straining cock.

He hides his grin in the crook of Ifrit's neck as the fire ghoul barely manages to stiffle a gasp.

For a moment they stay like this, frozen, not daring to go on in fear of making someone suspicious, but no one reacts, and Swiss dares a few other subtle drag of hips. Ifrit's head fall back, throat exposed, in what surely is a very obvious hint of what is happening, but no one pays enough attention to them to notice.

At least, that's what Swiss thinks, until a barely there breeze brushes aginst his cheek, prompting him to glance behind.

Zephyr meets his gaze from their armchair, a slight smirk on their lips as they raise a knowing eyebrow. Swiss feels himself blush, face set aflame, until Zephyr points at their chest, then at Ifrit.

Oh.

Oh.

Of course.

How did Swiss not think about it earlier ?

With a face-splitting grin, Swiss slides his hands under Ifrit's shirt, squeezing his chest and giving his nipples a good pinch.

The reaction is imediate.

Ifrit's yelp turns into a moan halfway through, back arching off the couch and hips involuntarily thrusting up.

All eyes snap on them as a borderline oppressive hush falls on the room.

Swiss is grinning from ear to ear, too smug about making Ifrit lose it first to care much about the embarrassment of being caught.

Ifrit, on the other hand, is turning crimson, all the way down to his chest. He's so adorable like this, Swiss wants to bite him, coo at him while he squirms, really rub his victory in the fire ghoul's face.

He's yanked out of his thoughts by Chain wolf wistling, shark teeth in display. Zephyr huffs.

"So easy, Ifrit. All it takes is for someone to squeeze your tits and all your control goes out the window. Look, you even woke up Cirrus."

The sleepy ghoulette only shrugs, tail flicking in interest while Ifrit makes a strangled noise, equal part embarrassed and horny at Zephyr's slightly patronizing tone. Swiss winks at the air ghoul as Cowbell chuckles, raspy and full of air.

"You two thought you'd get away with this ?"

Swiss shrugs, pointedly rolling his hips to draw another soft gasp from Ifrit.

"Oh, no. He did."

Aether chuckles, setting his crosswords aside.

"Oh, but Fritter. You know you can never keep quiet, don't you ?"

Ifrit whines, shifting under Swiss, reeking of arousal as he let himself mirror Swiss' movements, carried by the ghouls' teasing.

"How cute. All worked up because he got caught, uh ?" Chain muses, the spots on their blue skin glowing faintly in their excitement.

Swiss himself is getting a bit noisier, panting as he starts to grind against Ifrit with the abandon he couldn't afford earlier. Ifrit keeps grabbing at him, his thighs, his hips, his biceps, like he cannot decides which part of Swiss he wants to hold the most, whimpering with each drag of their clothed cock against one another. Swiss has no such problem, keeping a firm grip on Ifrit's chest, flicking a nipple everytime he wants to hear an especially sweet noise from the fire ghoul.

The weight of the others' gazes on his back only spurrs Swiss on, and it seems to do the trick for Ifrit too, given how much of a sweaty, blushing mess he's been reduced to.

"Oh- that's a pretty noise," Swiss rumbles when a particularly well angled thrust has Ifrit keening hard.

"So loud," Cirrus remarks, now fully awake. "we won't be able to miss it when you come, firebird."

In the end, they certainly don't- hell, Swiss is pretty sure the whole ghoul wing hears Ifrit's final moan.

Good.

[lilliemadoka]

mfw im about to make a little goth girl fatherless

[a-resplendent-mushroom]

heard y'all like harlivy here...

[funkily]

hi @sharkful-nen heres your jimcest . she may have lost but won in my heart

first one was inadvertently based on this lpog comic . i didnt realize until id already finished it

[mwagneto]

kérlek, mi az a csodás muzsika a videó alatt 🥺 (anyám is reblogolta a videót btw lol)

you're tumblr mutuals with your MOTHER??? babe wake up new type of guy just dropped

song name is мой мармеладный (Я не права) / moj marmeladnyj (ya ne prava)

theres an original but i used the tiktok version for the edit because despite never having been on tiktok someone sent me a fancam with it like, well over a year ago and that version of the song came back to haunt me on monday and wouldn't leave til i made a fancam of two gay politicians with it

[the-punforgiven]

Pro tip take a song you like and just absolutely fuck it the fuck up in Audacity. Speed it up. Slow it down. Raise the pitch. Lower the pitch. Make that shit sound like demons. Make that shit sound like faeries. Add a shitfuck of reverb. Do whatever you fucking want. You will discover new inspirations and new genders previously unknown to you

[varjopeura]

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[27-royal-teas]

hey. hey. psst. ybc-fob-as-the-four-horsemen-of-the-apocalypse-fic whatddya think

[ihavemints]

fanart for @unluckyprime 's beautiful creation, little guy and fucking shittass robot. I'm very invested in them

[riot-control-camp]

EPISODE 191...THE ROMANCE DAWN TRIO OF IT ALL...

"guarantee my life." "got it." AUGH AUGH AUGH ROLLING ON THE FLOOR INCONSOLABLE THEY'RE EVERYTHING

ZORO JUST REFUSING TO EVACUATE BECAUSE HE KNOWS THAT LUFFY'S NOT GOING TO GIVE UP AND HE'S NOT LEAVING HIM AUGH

"what patience those guys have" SOMEONE FUCKING SHOOT ME I CAN'T KEEP DEALING WITH THIS!!!! THIS SHOW IS GOING TO KILL ME ACTUALLY!!!! much like the reject dial killed wyper who said that

[bittersweetblasphemy]

tfw you're making a little character or w/e and someone jokingly suggests a name, only for you to realize later when you sit down to narrow down names that the joke one stuck.

[caressthosecheekbones]

started writing another fic. halp*

*do not. I mean I wouldn't even know how. just wish me luck or something?

[kneecap-homicide]

God, one of these days music will be ai generated and films will be ai generated and stories will be ai generated and we'll lay in our beds watching ai generated netflix series and drive to work listening to an ai generated radio station and get out of our car and go into our office and sit down at our desk to sell insurance because real jobs aren't being done by robots.

Instead we get to attend business meetings and discuss profits and inflation while a program built on the skill of thousands of humans before it churns out rechewed content to satiate our desire to create.

But you haven't created, have you?

You are a facsimile of passion. You filter your desire for meaning through layers of perceived quality, yet your thoughts cannot be heard over the whispers of other creators.

No one will ever know what you find important or beautiful or repulsive, because you do not suffer the pain of creation.

Poems you could have written, stories you could have told, masterpieces you could have called your own.

No. You focus on what is important. Profit margins. Deadlines. Maximum efficiency.

Your life is a shell of what it means to be human.

[feralnumberfive]