#cw mentions of death

[angelbarelywrites]

♡ slashers scenarios | y’all accidentally adopt a kid (part 2)

♡ fandoms; House of Wax, Hannibal (TV)/Silence of the Lambs, slashers (general)

♡ characters; Vincent Sinclair, Bo Sinclair, Hannibal Lecter

♡ reader; gender neutral

♡cw; parenthood, kidnapping, mentions of violence. basically don’t tell these guys you want a kid ig

♡notes; another sparse selection but i don’t think Billy Lenz is allowed within 100 yards of a school so it is what it is

also I hate how much I’m starting to love Bo oh my god

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Vincent Sinclair

> he’s a nurturing man- to his brothers and you

> hell he babies Jonesy too

> even so, he’s shocked when you mention offhandedly that he’d make a good father

> he denies it vehemently

> even as the golden child he grew up in hell

> no way he’d know how to do any of it right

> but you just gently laugh and shake your head, insisting but not pressing it

> it makes him think

> and think and think

> he didn’t know much about kids, but you’d be a great parent

> and you wouldn’t lie to him- maybe he’d be at least an okay father

> families don’t come through often

> and when they do, Lester leaves them be

> if they ever get to Ambrose on their own, the town stays off- none of the Sinclairs want anything to do with harming children

> but mistakes happen, and Bo is freaking out

> a little girl with dark hair and bright blue eyes was sleeping in the back of a car while he took care of her parents, and he didn’t realize until far to late

> she’s maybe 3, and awfully scared and quiet- but when they bring her in the house she walks right up to you and Vincent

> she hugs your leg and finally smiles when Vincent kneels down to show her that Jonesy is a nice dog

> Bo is in shock when you volunteer to adopt her, but Vincent is in quick agreement

> she’s nonverbal, but you look through her family’s things to find out her name - Lilly Henson, or something to that affect .

> Lilly Sinclair has a much better ring to it anyways, doesn’t it?

Bo Sinclair

> he’s the type that if you mention that you want a kid to this man, he asks what color

> he is endlessly devoted to you

> and while he never wanted a kid before, he’s always so insistent you make him a better man

> so some snot nosed brats would complete the picture perfectly

> he’s not super serious about it, not really

> you have plenty of time to plan for a family

> and he’s the type to want biological children if possible- he’s so used to white picket fence suburbia-type ideals

> when a car pulls up to the gas station, he stops when he sees the infant car seat in the back

> he’s about to tell the parents to move along- but then he sees the second matching one

> something - probably his overinflated self worth - tells him he’d be a much better father to twins that these chucklefucks

> and you want a kid anyways! would two be much better

> they’re not identical- he’s not not disappointed by the fact, but they’re still adorable

> a boy and a girl a bit over a year, with big brown eyes and infectious giggles

> he’s beyond proud when he strides in with them

> “daddy’s home!”

> he thinks you might actually kill him this time

> but then Charlotte - the girl based on what’s embroidered on her blankie, reaches for you and you melt

> you’re still scolding him as you happily take Theodore too

> but he knows you’re beyond thrilled

Hannibal Lecter

> he’s always wanted a successor

> quite frankly it never had to be his child - or a child at all

> he thought about taking younger serial killers in the making under his wing more than once

> to teach them the art of culinary cannibalism and the finer points of flaying people

> but it’s far too dangerous - especially with you around

> you’re the one thing that trumps his egomania

> so he lets it be for the time being

> but one day, he takes on a special case at work

> a young boy who recently lost his parents very violently

> he’s in kindergarten, and expresses most everything through his rather advanced drawings

> you don’t interact with his patients- even though he works from home you’re pretty skilled at dodging them

> but on the way out that afternoon the little boy- Peter, his name is, runs out before his social worker and smack dab into you

> she apologizes on his half profusely but you’re so sweet with the boy

> you pick up his dropped drawings and comfort him- he’s quite upset he may have hurt or angered you

> he gives you a huge hug and Hannibal can see the fond, parental look on your face

> after that it’s quite simple to draw up the paperwork

> he’s already in foster care, and it only takes a few false documents to make the courts think that Hannibal’s custody is the best place for little Peter

> you learned long ago that it’s best not to question how or why Hannibal does something when he gets like that

> and either way you’re content with your new little family

[satisfiedskye]

Can you draw Bipper being funny?

well. he certainly thinks it’s funny ⚠️

[mintflavouredwhump]

TW mentions of death, suicidal thoughts

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An immortal whumpee realising the downsides of their endless lifespan.

Not only do they outlive their loved ones but have to deal with time slowly blurring the outlines of those wonderful memories until Whumpee has to struggle to remember their faces or the sound of their voice. Maybe they dislike forming new relationships in case they forget about them as well.

Permanence and stability is a luxury they can never afford. People die, countries fall and languages vanish. Whumpee has to constantly change and evolve if they want to keep up with the world.

Even when they wish for death, they have no choice but to keep on living and hurting.

[deliruousmistakes]

Let Me Take Your Pain Away (Pt. 2)

Missions don’t always go as planned, they rarely do, actually. Thing is, when they don’t, someone might pay the price with their lifes.

But they won’t let that be Mikey’s case.

Based on @cokowiii’s ‘Just Another Day AU’

Part 1 here

Part 3 here

Around them was nothing but debris, and -despite the giant hole in the ceiling- every path led to darkness.

–  “Donnie, what do we know about this place?” – asked Leo over the comms  as he turned on a flashlight to search for marks in the dust (even if Mikey might just have flown through). Cali can barely hear him over the sound of his own running heart.

– “Hardly anything, we didn’t get to talk much.” – Donnie’s words echoed through the walls. – “Mikey thought someone immolated themselves, perhaps with a grenade, hence the explosion. Additionally, as far as I know, no one is living there anymore.” - Leo stepped forward, one hand with the flashlight and in the other one a sword. Cali followed, struggling to match the others fast pace, as cement and metal sank into his feet, with something sticky gluing into his skin.

- “Anymore?” – Cali is reminded of the sewers he he used to live at. Above them were rusted pipes and, to their sides, stained walls grew tall with paint peeling off of them. Who knows how big this place is, it seems to stretch infinitely.

From behind Leo the light isn’t enough to see the chain in his hand. It doesn’t matter, he can still feel the cold biting his hand. Mikey might be anywhere in the building, if he’s even there at all.

Leo stopped abruptly, the light that guides them unfocused. Cali followed his gaze into a stain in the floor: big, greyish dark red and probably dried blood.

In the room in front of them they found the source of the blood. The doctor couldn’t help the sigh of relief that escape them. There were two decomposing bodies surrounded by ripped, dismantled, and stained furniture, but neither one was Mikey.

“Wait.” – Cali stopped Leo from going back, despite the room being a dead end. He snatched the flashlight from the other’s unsteady hands to examine the bodies closely. He could still make out claw and teeth marks on them. No krang dog could have taken Mikey down, though. What caught his attention was the bag beside them. It was Mikey’s, it has the butterflies he embroidered for him.

– “Let’s go, Cali. He’s not here.”

– “Leo.” – Donnie’s frantic voice brought him back to reality  – “I found him. You two need to come now.” – Leo immediately grabbed him like a sack of potatoes and sprinted towards his brothers.

Cali was dizzy with all the sudden movements. After what felt like an eternity, they got close enough for them to see the other turtles. However, he couldn’t feel relief at the sight, just utter dread. Lying there was the love of his life. He started calling him as Leo ran even faster  – “Mikey!” – And then they both stopped, unwillingly floating just above the ground.

– “Mikey, what are you doing. Stop it.” – pleaded Leo. Then, he changed the approach – “Donnie.” – The magic around them felt unsteady and fragile, when Mikey’s powers are all but that.

His eyes stinged and he can’t tell what Donnie is doing, but seconds later the energy around them dissipates. Before they hit the ground they are back on track. When they arrive Cali unlocks Leo’s grasp on him to collapse beside Mikey.

– “Angelo.”- No response, the youngest briefly opened his eyes when he pinched his arm, though. He isn’t answering his questions or obeying orders. He’s making intelligible sounds, which better than nothing. However, the important thing is that he’s breathing, fast and shallow, but breathing; and his heart is still beating. That’s enough, that’s all he needs.

He tells Leo to open the airway and immobilize his neck. Between the three they turn Mikey so that he is facing upwards. Donnie monitors his vital signs.

There’s blood on his mouth and out of both ears, plus, the inferior part of his shell is fractured, there’re thin golden cracks in his fingers, his leg is disfigured, and his feet have burns.

Cali pats him down, without finding anymore sources of blood.

It’s okay. He’s here now, he can heal him. Everything will be fine.

Except he can’t heal everything; he isn’t even sure of what needs healing. Donnie can’t tell him either- Whatever, head and abdomen first, then thorax, and finally his left leg and shell. That’ll do for now. He can do this. He has to.

He grabs Mikey’s hand, colder than his own, and with matching loose chains. Pink fog swirls out of Calimari, embracing Mikey.

A tiny, pale light ignites, mixing with the fog.

“It’s okay,” – answers Cali – “I’ll take it and you’ll be alright. No, it doesn’t hurt. That’s what I’m here for.” - Cali doesn’t tear his eyes from Mikey, until he simply can’t see anymore. His running heart steadies in his chest as his vision goes black and his body limp.

[bethanythebogwitch]

Wet Beast Wednesday: Nile crocodile

Humans in general often have a fear of large reptiles. This may have an evolutionary advantage as it helped our smaller ancestors avoid large predators like snakes and crocodiles. Whatever the reason, the fear has entered into many belief systems and one common feature in many myths, legends, and religions of Africa and the Middle East is the Nile crocodile. While their reputation as man-eaters is somewhat exaggerated, Nile crocs are one of the most dangerous reptiles to humans, with only the saltwater crocodile matching them in human deaths. However, like most animals, the danger can be avoided if you know what to do and what not to do.

(Image ID: a Nile crocodile walking on land, seen from the front. It is a quadruped with short limbs on the side of its body, scaly skin, and an elongated set of jaws with protruding teeth. The tail is out of view. Its body is dark brown on top and yellowish on the sides. End ID)

The Nile crocodile, Crocodylus niloticus, is the second largest crocodilian and (depending on how you measure some snakes) possibly the second largest living reptile after the saltwater crocodile. Average adult males (which are larger than females) reach between 3.5 and 5 meters (11.5 to 16.5 ft) and and 255 to 270 kg (500 to 1,650 lbs), but some specimens have gotten considerably larger, with the largest confirmed size on record being a male who broke the scale at 6.45 m (21 ft) and between 1,043 and 1,089 kg (2,300 - 2,400 lbs). Nile crocodiles are fairly typical crocodilians. They are large quadrupeds with scaly skin covered with scutes and osteoderms, long and powerful jaws, and eyes, ears, and nostrils on top of their heads. Their eyes are protected with transparent eyelids called nictitating membranes and their skin has many sense organs whose purpose is poorly understood but may help detect changes in water pressure. While on land, the crocodiles are fairly slow and ungainly, but they can swim at high speeds when needed. The broad jaws and powerful muscles give the crocodiles an enormous bite force, being able to bite down on prey with 22 kilonewtons of force. For comparison, humans max out at about 0.7 kilonewtons. This force can also be continuously applies for long periods of time, allowing the crocodiles to hold struggling prey in their mouth and drag it underwater. Famously, though crocodilians can close their jaws with incredible force, the muscles for opening their jaws are much weaker and can be held shut with a person's bare hands or some duct tape. They have dark bronze scales on the back and lighter yellow scales on the sides and underbelly, marked with dark spots. The color darkens as the animal ages. As with all crocodilians, the Nile crocodile has a four-chambered heart that is highly efficient at oxygenating blood and is similar to the hearts of birds. Crocodilians and birds are actually more closely related to each other than they are to anything else still alive. All crocodilians have high lactic acid levels in their blood. This allows them to sit motionless for long periods of time, but increased levels due to overexertion can kill them.

(Image ID: a Nile crocodile resting in the water just offshore, with most of its body still visible. This one is a lighter brown. Its tail is visible. It is long and thick, with two rows of scutes running down it. Its mouth is open. End ID)

Nile crocodiles are found throughout a large portion of Africa and are the most widespread crocodiles, with only the saltwater crocodile having a wider distribution. Their current range is smaller than it used to be and now it is known that areas there were once thought to be part of the Nile croc's range are actually home to the similar species known as the West African crocodile. The West African crocodile was formerly believed to be the same species as the Nile crocodile and was only reclassified in 2011. Their habitat is freshwater lakes, waterways, and swamps throughout Africa. They can tolerate brackish or marine water, but but prefer fresh water. Like other crocodilians, Nile crocs are largely sedentary ambush predators. They can remain motionless for long periods of time, often submerged with only their eyes, ears, and nostrils exposed. A crocodile submerged like this can easily be mistaken for a log. When prey comes close, the crocodile will lunge forward and bite down. Larger prey that is not killed outright will be dragged into the water and drowned. Almost uniquely among crocodilians, nile crocodiles are known to hunt on land. They still employ ambush tactics, usually hiding in brush along paths at night and attacking animals passing by. They have even been known to try to steal kills from land predators and get into tug-of-war battles with lions over pieces of carrion. While clips of a massive crocodile leaping out of the water to drag a zebra to its doom make for entertaining documentaries, about 70% of a Nile crocodile's diet is composed of fish. As an individual grows, larger land animals will make up more of its diet. Nile crocs have been known to cooperate to herd fish into tight spots where they are easier to catch and eat. While famous for their skill and hunting and killing prey, Nile crocodiles are anything but voracious eaters. Their stomachs are pretty small for their size, only around the volume of a basketball. They can also go long periods of time between meals, sometimes several months without signs of starvation. Nile crocodiles are a classic case of apex predators. An adult Nile crocodile has no natural predators, though young ones do get attacked and eaten by larger predators, including other crocodiles. Curiously, they are known to swallow stones. Swallowing stones, known as gastroliths, it a well-known behavior in the animal kingdom. They are usually held in the digestive tract and used to help grind up tough food. Most species that use gastroliths are herbivores or omnivores who use them to help grind up tough plant matter, so it's not clear why the carnivorous crocodiles need gastroliths.

(Image ID: a nile crocodile's had visible above water. Its mouth is open and in it is a silvery fish known as a tilapia. End ID)

(Video ID: a clip from the BBC Earth showing a Nile crocodile successfully attacking a wildebeest. End ID)

When not attacking prey, Nile crocs are pretty sedentary. They can easily spend most of the day basking in the sun, behavior common to large reptiles who need a long time in the heat to warm their bodies enough to perform daily functions. While basking, they sit on land, often with their mouths open. The open mouths are vital for thermoregulation (a crocodile with its mouth sealed shut can overheat and die), but may also serve as a warning to others who may want to steal their spot. In the southernmost reach of their range, Nile crocodiles may wait out the cool, dry months of May to August by digging burrows and entering aestivation, a state similar to hibernation. Nile crocodiles are social creatures that live, bask, and hunt together. They follow a social order with the largest individual around (almost always an old male) being in charge and having first access to food and the best territory. Males are territorial and will try to force other males out of their range. Larger males will be able to maintain the best territories while smaller males are forced to live on the outskirts. Females are not territorial and will seek out the best male territories to live in. While territorial, crocs of all sizes will come together while basking and their interaction then are mostly peaceful. they are known to communicate through posturing, touch, and vocalizations. Males are known to compete over territory and while most of these competitions are settled through threat displays, they may escalate to violence.

(Image ID: four crocodiles resting on a sandy shoreline. End ID)

Territoriality is especially prominent during mating. The mating season begins around the beginning of the dry season and varies based on location. Males will signal for females with several noises, including bellowing, blowing water out of their noses, and slapping the water with their heads. Males will also attempt to drive other males away to reduce competition. When a female chooses a male, she will approach him and the pair rub their jaws together while making a warbling sound. Males like it rough, roaring and pining the females down, sometimes underwater, while mating. Most males will only mate with a single female each year, though some particularly successful males in certain regions will can multiple mates each year. After two months, the female lays her eggs. While most crocodilians incubate their eggs in piles of rotting leaves, Nile crocodiles use sandy banks or beaches. The female digs a nest, lays up to 80 eggs in it, then buries the eggs. The heat of the sun is used to incubate the eggs and to determine the sex of the offspring. Eggs incubated between 31.7 and 34.5 degrees C will be male. All others will be female. Nests used to be laid extremely close to each other, but but to increased disturbances along the nesting sites, this has become rare. During the incubation period, the mother guards the nest continuously, only leaving to avoid overheating by resting in the shade or entering the water. The father also plays a role, patrolling the area around the nest to drive away predators who would eat the eggs. Incubation lasts about 90 days and the female usually will not eat during this time. The hatchlings will make chirping noises before hatching to signal to the mother that she needs to dig out the nest. Once uncovered, the mother may use her jaws to crack the eggs and assist hatching. Hatchings start at around 280 mm (11 in) long and 70 grams (2.5 oz) and will increase by that rate for the first few years. The mother will protect her offspring for up to two years, often carrying them on her back or in her mouth or throat pouch to keep them safe from predators. The juveniles feed on insects for the first few years of life. Even after leaving their mother, hatchlings will often live in groups until they are large enough to not have to worry about predators. It is estimated that only 10% of eggs hatch and 1% of hatchlings survive to adulthood. Sexual maturity is reached at around 11 to 12 years and the maximum lifespan is estimated to be 70 to 100 years.

(Image ID: a Nile crocodile mother standing at the edge of her nest, a pit in the ground. Multiple white eggs are visible, as are newly-hatched crocodiles, which are far smaller version of an adult. End ID)

(Image ID: Nile crocodile eggs hatching. Four eggs are visible and two are actively hatching, with only the hatchling's heads having emerged. Two other crocodiles have already hatched. End ID)

Nile crocodiles are threatened by habitat loss, pollution, prey loss, bycatch, and human hunting. From the 1940s to the 60s, Nile crocodiles were hunted in massive numbers for the leather trade and were near extinction until new laws, international trade regulations, and conservation efforts largely stopped the hunting efforts. Despite this, their population has not returned to pre-hunting levels and they have been extirpated from many locations. Poaching still happens, as does hunting due to their perceived status as man-eaters, which is actively hindering conservation efforts. Like with sharks, the public image of an animal as being dangerous to humans directly harms its survivability and conservation efforts. Loss of habitat and suitable nesting sites due to damming and other human-caused changes to wetlands have also damaged crocodile populations. An invasive plant, Chromolaena odorata, is harming the crocodiles due to it growing out of control in nesting grounds. The shade from the plants keeps the sun from warming the eggs, causing them to die. Nile crocodiles and saltwater crocodiles are responsible fro the vast majority of attacks on humans and it is estimated that Nile crocs may be responsible for hundreds of deaths (most of them unreported) a year. Only the largest individuals pose a threat to adult humans, though children are at risk to smaller crocs. In fact, Nile crocodiles kill more humans per year through direct attacks than any other wild animal. Those numbers are still dwarfed by deaths due to disease spreading animals, animals acting in self-defense, or attacks or injuries from domesticated animals. For the most part, the crocodiles do not seem to target humans, the number of attacks comes from humans and the crocodiles both living near the water's edge and the crocodiles' nature as generalist predators of large animals. People who study and interact with the crocodiles report that if the right precautions are taken, the danger from being around the animals is negligible and many people and groups have tried to spread safety precautions, especially to poor and remote areas where attacks are likely the most common.

(Image ID: several juvenile Nile crocodiles in a tank being fed. Someone is using a grabber on a stick to drop meat into the tank. Four of the crocodiles are rearing out of the water to get the food. End ID)

[inevitable-pretty-words]

Content – vampire whumpee, human whumper, blood, feeding whumpee fake blood, blood drinking, gaslighting, loss of consciousness, mentioned torture/punishments (off screen), mention of death, starvation

After kidnapping vampire Whumpee, Whumper started feeding them with fake blood (not substitute blood that sometimes serve a purpose like a real blood for vampires in fantasy stories, but a fake blood, maybe water with red food coloring and some substances for the taste and maybe a fake blood that is used for Halloween costumes).

Because every blood tastes a bit differently and because they haven't started to get hungry yet, Whumpee didn't realize it at all.

At first they just were happy that at least Whumper was kind enough to fed them, that they don't have to worry about starving and being a threat to other people.

Then the first week has passed.

Whumpee started getting annoyed for no reason. Their strength also got weaker, making their heads spin and things falling out of their hands. Whumper blamed them for all of their little mistakes. And Whumpee thought that they're right. After all, it was their fault that they couldn't get used to their new life so fast, that they weren't good enough.

A few days have passed.

Whumpee's health got worse and worse, they had problems with seeing clearly and lifting even light things. They didn't have much energy and even started arguing with Whumper. But Whumper said it was their fault, so Whumpee just accepted the fact that they must be broken.

Another few days have passed.

Whumpee in addition to feeling awful and exhausted started getting hungry, which, obviously, didn't have much sense, considering the fact that Whumper was feeding them blood every two days. Whumper told them that they obviously are greedy and ungrateful, which made Whumpee felt guilty.

Another few days has passed.

Whumpee's hunger got too strong to ignore. Even the smallest activities became a challenge and Whumpee had to ask Whumper for more blood, because they were afraid of being unable to do anything without it. Whumper punished them for their greed. That's when they finally realized that something has to be wrong and started getting suspicious.

Another few days has passed.

Whumpee's life became a constant agony and their thoughts were focused only on being able to satisfy their hunger. They asked Whumper for normal, edible blood, but got punished for assuming that Whumper lied to them and gave them bad blood.

Another few days have passed.

Whumpee finally started begging Whumper to let them drink from them, being on their knees and crying while doing it, because in that way there would be no possibility that the blood would be fake. Whumper refused to do so.

Soon after that Whumpee started passing out and was too weak to even stand up. Only after finding Whumpee lying unconscious on the floor, unable to wake up an hour later, Whumper decided to feed them their blood, afraid that otherwise Whumpee would just die.

After that incident, Whumpee got paranoid and later in life refused to ever drink from blood bags or cups, because they were afraid of starving like that again.

[bittyfromquotev]

The Noise

He didn’t care.

It was too loud.

Everyone at the return parade to celebrate their victory in the war was having fun, but Sun didn’t care.

He wanted the noise to stop.

The sound of drums and trumpets and other instruments vibrated with power in his chest, rattling the metal and wires within his scarred body. He pushed his even more ruined brother along in a wheelchair as if he was nothing more than a S.T.A.F.F. Bot. He kept moving even though all he wanted to do was run away and hide. He wanted quiet. The large band parted eventually, forcing Sun to roll a crippled Moon and himself through the tunnel of noise.

The band grew ten times louder than before, blaring into Sun’s audio sensors and forcing him to hunch over. He tried to stand straight again for the people, he really tried, but he couldn’t. It’s as if his joints rusted in place.

He pursed what would be his lips together, biting on the soft material that made up his tongue. He would get through this even if he had to be reset because of the delayed reactions to his panic this would bring.

The band wouldn’t stop. As the rest of the military branches followed behind Sun and the army, the noise got increasingly louder. The civilians at the parade cheered with all their might every time someone announced something on the booming microphone. Images of a hospital flashed though Sun’s mind. A hospital. Snow. Red snow. The screams of the Ukrainian victims. The ones he and his comrades were unable to save. Moon’s leg, lying mangled in the dirty snow several yards away from who it belonged to. Instead of the overjoyed faces that were actually there, Sun saw faces of fading hope.

The faces of defeat that were plastered on the victims of the war.

His grip on Moon’s wheelchair tightened as he looked on. Luckily, it wasn’t long before they all came to a stop. The military that walked, the band that played, the people that cheered.

It all stopped.

However sudden it was, the relief was obvious as soon as his sensors processed the silence.

Sun didn’t care for Moon’s concerned gaze trained on him as he breathed a sigh of relief.

All was quiet.

He would be okay.

[mythicalsanctuarysodor]

After the rush of mythos suddenly losing jobs and finding new careers in new places, some of the more older mythos from decades past came out of hiding. One of which being the Sterling's, the Sterling family either escaped and went into hiding, were unfortunately found and killed, or some of the girls in the family went into raising their replacements. Emily was one of them. A female dullahan with a colt pixy as a steed, Emily was pushed into the role of raising the GNR's next newest prize, the one to take up the name of the railway- Great Northern Greasley. Or who his father nicknamed, Gordon. Emily had been a prominent maternity figure in Gordon's life for his whole childhood, the one whom he happily called mother. When Gordon crashed and lost his wings, Emily was deemed unneeded, but instead of being killed she was given freedom by Sir Nigel personally, he guided her out to a place to hide, where Emily ran off into the night never to be seen again until the passing of the law. Emily wanted to get back into working for a railway again, and she was in luck as Sodor had begun to become a hot spot of mythos still looking to work on a railway. She was accepted almost on the spot when she mentioned she was a Sterling, the Hatt's needed someone who had extensive experience so she was brought on. So then imagine to both Emily and Gordon's surprise when they saw each other at Knapford, and to the other's surprise as well when Gordon informed them that this beautiful lady was his mum.

[synthhorror]

What does Lucifer_or other lords of hell_ do when a satanist is plagued by the big sad?

I just had to write for this one asap! Sorry if there's typos, it's currently very late where I'm at lol.

It would really depend on the situation and circumstances of their encounter. For this, I’m going to have the scenario be that the satanist is a sibling of sin who is devoted to that specific Lord, but they would react this way with any of their followers!

Lucifer 

“You can always come to me. You don’t have to act like you’re okay. I’m right here if you need me.”

Dad mode is in full gear. I just want to put it on the record that Lucifer has done this many times with Primo. If a sibling is within Lucifer’s presence while in such a mental state, he will keep his voice low, and his energy as low as possible. Soft black feathers would brush against them, and even surround them if they wish to be hidden. His voice will be kinder and softer than ever, like the low rush of rain falling outside. This is where the role of the guiding star comes in, and all the other aspects of Lucifer take a back seat. One may be shocked to known just how familiar Lucifer is with dealing with this sort of thing, despite having never been human. If they were to look into Lucifer’s eyes, they may catch a glimpse of that excruciating pain he’s in. But there can never be growth, nor change, without pain. The sibling would feel a firm, but warm hand grip their shoulder if they allow him to come closer, perhaps even two strong arms around them too. Lucifer will listen if the sibling wants to talk, and he will offer guidance if they want it. For a demon that, on several occasions, has knocked back 20 shots of holy water infront of the congregation just to prove a point that it’s bullshit (He gets super fucked up from this in a few hours), he gives really sound advise. He is a proud and wise king despite all the antics. Lucifer will leave or remain at a distance if they don’t want him to come close. He’s aware how intimidating he is, both as a bishop and as the unholy master. He really doesn’t want the sibling to feel as though they have to be perfect for him just because of who he is and the fact that they’re working with him. If they attempt to hide how they’re feeling from him, he’s going to know. He can tell. He’s fully aware and accepting of how imperfect a human is​​. The only thing I can see him struggling with is if the issue stems from poor self esteem. He is proud of all his followers, and wants them to be proud of themselves as well. He’s having none of it if you say differently. If for whatever reason he has deemed that they are unsafe, he will remain close by and watching, even if the sibling does’t necessarily feel his presence anymore. The Unholy Father will never force you into a specific direction, but he will not allow you to fall. 

The other Lords are under the cut!

Beelzebub

“Why don’t you come over here and sit down with me. I’m not gonna bite, I promise. Let me spoil you, just this once.”

This man is a charmer and the king of materialistic self love. If a sibling that is devoted to him is struggling emotionally, his immediate response is to provide what would make them feel better in that moment. Beelzebub can provide anything you desire, as he is the Lord of abundance. He is a very dominant and strong demon, and one can imagine how it must feel to be in those large arms and laying on that strong, broad chest. The sibling is in one of the safest places in the world. Beelzebub’s large claws will gently lay on the small of their back, even running them up and down if they’d like. He won’t break the skin, don’t worry. He will offer his follower the finest of things if they desire it during this time. He radiates warmth and smells like the finest cologne. He is the fire channeling heat against the harsh, cold night. He will do his best not to attempt to offer solutions if that’s not what the sibling wants. He’s not the greatest at listening, as he tends to want to solve the problem as soon as he can, but he will do his best to just hear you. This is a problem for devotees like Secondo, who will rarely ever talk about what he truly needs, and ultimately will just drown his sorrows in substance. Beelzebub would never perpetuate this kind of indulgence, but he’s also not a hypocrite. You didn’t hear this from me, but if he allows the sibling to lounge with him, they may get to hear and even feel that deep, rumbling purr from his chest. 

Asmodeus

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong? Let me see those eyes. How can I make my pet smile for me?”

This is a dangerous game, my friend. If a devotee of Asmodeus isn’t doing well mentally, the Lord of Lust is going to want to be intimate with them. He is going to want to make them forget their sorrow, and remind them how beautiful they are and can feel. He will have them thinking of nothing by him and what his hands are doing in just a short while.Terzo will always testify to how good Asmodeus is with his hands. Papa learned from the best. This doesn’t necessarily always mean sex however. Asmodeus will actually set that boundary when he first assesses his follower in that moment. Sometimes, pleasure can provide comfort and happiness, but that is not always the case, and he will not initiate that kind of touch if the sibling doesn’t desire that. If a sibling summons their King while they are driven by an unhealthy lust, wanting him to alleviate their burdened mind instead of what they truly need, he will refuse to even touch them. Asmodeus doesn’t need to be pressed against his follower in order to make their heart skip a few beats though. This man could read the dictionary and it would be captivating. Being intimate can also mean gentle kisses on their hands and head, whispering praise and encouragement to them. It can mean massaging their neck until their limp in his arms, draped across him like the bewitching spectacle he sees his adored devotee as. 

Belial

“Oh- shit. What happened, who did this to you? No don’t lie to me, give me their name.”

Satanas forbid a devotee of Belial entered a depressive episode because of the actions or words or another person. Belial is not the best when it comes to this sort of thing, not at all. He will snarl and bare his teeth. His tail will thrash on the floor, and his claws may cut the sibling by accident if both are not careful. This is not directed at his follower though. He will want a target and he will want their blood spilled on his altar as atonment for that they did to his devotee. All they would need to do is give him a name, and the the problem would be cut down that night. He would kill anyone for them, and over see their torture in Hell is immesurable. He would make their pain tenfold that of which they caused the sibling. He would of course want them to share his blade with him during this, but he wouldn’t force his follower. Belial is a very complicated demon to work with in these situations. It may be that he has to stay away from the sibling entirely. He doesn’t want to end up feeding off the negative energy you are in and perpetuating the problem. This seperation is difficult for both of them. Belial is a wicked king, but he is also very aware of how worthless he is viewed as. It is hard for him, at times, to see how adored the other Lords are. This is why he latches on so tightly to each of his few followers. Belial will never openly admit this to his devotee, as this is something only five other entities in existence know about. But this is also why devotees of Belial are often those who are troubled with mental burdens and episodes such as this. They seek comfort in those who share in the persistent ache of such a deep sadness. Once he’s stablized himself a bit, and relaizes the root of the problem is not from a lowly person, he would sit down with the sibling and apologize if he had scared them. He’s bound to make you laugh some how, at the very least smile at his attempts. He’s asking if they want to watch a movie, play video games, or go steal snacks and booze from a gas station or something. He was a terrible influence on Copia honestly. But Belial wants to stick close to his followers at all times, but especially when they’re like this. He does care, that’s why he’s trying. He’s trying to be a good King. He really is a sweet boy, just let him show you. 

Lilith

“I’m sorry you’re feeling this way, honey. Do you want to talk? You’re going to be ok.”

A sibling of sin that follows Lilith is honestly going to have the best experience in her presence. The Unholy Mother would not be their Lord in that moment, she would be their friend. She would let them cry and tell her about what’s going on in their head as she runs her hands through their hair. She’d even braid it if its long enough, or if the follower needs to do something with their hands in order to focus their mind on something, they may braid her hair. Lilith’s voice is incredibly soothing, and her eyes are so soft and warm, her devotee can’t help but feel cared for. She was human before her descension, and so she may know what the sibling is going through better than any of the Lords. If the sibling just wants to lay in silence, she will do that with them as well. In fact, this just gives her more of an opputiunity to dote on them in other ways. Have they not eaten yet today? Oh would you look at that, dinner is ready. She’s bringing them water, their medication, a specific item that comforts them, anything they need. She knows her devotee scarily well. Only after she is satisfied with their basic needs being met will she have them sleep or just relax. This is also where she will offer her advice if the sibling wants it. Lilith has survived a great deal of hardship, and she will always remind her followers that they are capable and will survive and overcome too. She would hug them tightly, and promise them that her and their father in Hell love them very much.

Satanas

“I see the burdens behind your eyes, my child. Come to me.”

I did something like this with Satanas in a previous ask, but for the sake of a full set, he would also be great in this situation. Each one of the Emeritus boys found themselves in his stable at least once in their childhoods. He would allow his solemn follower to pet his fur as long as they wished. He would not require them to speak, as he would likely not say much himself. Sometimes actions and being present with eachother in  times like these have more comfort than words. However, his devotee is free to speak whenever they would like to, and however much they would like to. Satanas will answer them by resting the weight of his head on their lap, or pressing his nose to their head. Looking into his eyes is like gazing into the night sky itself. They know and see every piece of you. With that said, he may offer some great words of advice, incredible words even, but it would be far more significant to a sibling that is so emotionally vulnerable in that moment, to feel his warmth and softness. The wisdom of an eternal being isn’t necessarily always comforting, even if it is true. Depending on the circumstance of the sibling’s state, such as the source of the sadness, be may just whisper something in their ear that turns that sadness into rage. While not all the time, there are some situations where justice is the only thing that can truly heal, even if it is through rage. The wrath of Satanas is one that rivals all the Lords, and by extension, the church is very mindful not to cross any of the followers of the goat.

[smubiess]

Can you tell us about the people who posses the fnaf 1 gang? If its not to much trouble

ACCKKK SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG

i was working on a PMV and this completely slipped my mind

Lindsey Carter, 34, possesses the Freddy Fazbear animatronic

she's a single mother, her husband died shortly after she gave birth to their child

often wanders around town during late hours with Susie (her dog)

since her husband was the main money maker, she barely makes enough to feed herself. Her long walks are to keep her mind off her financial situation

very trusting. especially with people who show her a hint of kindness

William was one of her friends

she's the only one who had missing posters, her kid never stopped looking for her

Isabella Cruz, 12, possesses the Foxy animatronic

The only kid William killed

just like Lindsey, she wanders around late at night trying to find ways to entertain herself

hates going to school, often ditches it to go elsewhere

her father is neglectful. he doesn't care if the poor girl never returns home

she misses her mom, even after death she still longs for her embrace

has a bad habit of sneaking into areas

after her disappearance, her dad moved away, not wanting to take any of the blame. people assumed that he took her with him and thought nothing else

Tyler Robinson, 17, possesses the Bonnie animatronic

has serious anger issues, which did not magically come out of the blue mind you

comes from a shitty family

really just wanted to have a normal life more than anything

he left a note that he was running away from home, which is why no one ever tried looking for him

Eric Reyes, 19, possesses the Chica animatronic

very new member to the town, no one even knows his exact age

just like Tyler, he wanted to have a better life. he was just able to get further in his plan

didn't have a lot of money, in fact, his financial situation was becoming dire

a few weeks before his disappearance all he did was work, work, work. and yet it never seemed like enough

when William offered him a job at Freddy Fazbear's pizza place he was ecstatic, let's just say he got a lot more than he bargained for

if you noticed a pattern with them, that's on purpose. William targeted poor people that he knew wouldn't be looked for, he just got a bit unlucky with Lindsey

later their stories would be twisted into "5 missing kids at the Freddy's!" or "every Freddy's location is cursed" rumors due to the animatronics erratic behavior. they never got their stories told, but they are able to beat the shit out of their murderer in hell so a win's a win

[devilart2199-aibi]

is the "2199" part of your name the year you plan on dying in? living an extra 177(?) years sounds like fun

Totally! by that time I should have all of my unfinished projects done! Along with all of the ones I've always wanted to do!! Then I can die peacefully 😌

[yamishika]

Another One Gone

He lost another.

Just like that.

TW: Mentions of Suicide, Gore & Graphic Descriptions 

He came running.

He came running as soon as he heard the shot.

Any thought that could have existed in his mind prior to that moment was replaced with a rush and the echoing scream of his brother’s name that burst from his lips. The sound of the shot chilled his blood instantly. And he just came running as fast as his little legs could carry him.

He rammed the door open with such force as if he intended to break it, not knowing what scene awaited him when everything would be revealed. All he knew was that he heard the shot come from this room, the room his brother told him he wanted to sleep in.

But that’s not what he found.

Blood.

Blood everywhere.

On the walls, on the bed, on the floor. There was so much red. And more just kept being added as time dragged on. He went completely still as his mind struggled the process the nightmarish sight.

It wasn’t even a few minutes ago he had left, and now it all looked like this.

His quivering lips failed to close as he uncomfortably focused on the slumped body on the bed. There was a rifle nearby, looking to have been propped up once, yet now it hung in balance on the side of the bed, with only a limp, pale hand faintly holding its trigger as support.

His eyes stared at the pale hand holding the rifle, already seeing the once creamy light-toned skin dulling into something morbid. His glazing sight didn’t wish to move from this, almost as if it protected his young mind from the further horror to be revealed.

But when the raw stench of the room struck his senses, he was brought back to process the rest of the details of this nightmare that were becoming clear to him.

That body on the bed, soaked with blood and having it pool underneath, was his brother’s. His second eldest brother. Who he now realised did not even have a head.

It was gone.

The majority of it was missing.

Only the remnants of his jaw could be made out; otherwise, everything else was not there.

But soon, even that corrected in his mind as he came to realise the thicker chunks stuck on the walls and that had fallen onto the floor were indeed him.

His brother.

Pieces of him could be found splattered nearby, and the boy didn’t know how to comprehend that sight. All he could do was shakenly stare at the splattered gore as his sharp eyes blurred over on their own.

He was whole when he had seen him last, and that wasn’t even that long ago. He was drained and had been in a state, but he had been breathing in one piece. How could he come back to see him like this? Why did he come back to see him like this?

He told him he was sorry and that he wanted to rest.

Was this what he meant?

Did he not want to be left alone to sleep?

Did he want to do this?

Why?

His tight chest took a sparse breath in, trying to relieve the heaviness within, but that only made the raw stench in his senses ripen. He could feel himself getting nauseous. There was so much red. And so many tones and thicknesses of it too. It was sickening.

His eyes unwillingly followed the sight of where blood sprayed from profusely. He watched as the sheets continued to darken with the sanguine stain, completely dyeing the fabrics with deepening crimson, which then dripped onto the floor and stained that plentifully as well.

It was then, a new sight was added to this nightmare.

One that he was sure would become another image burned into his brain and haunt him for time to come.

In a pooling mass of gore, he spotted something.

It was something still intact.

An eye.

One of the eyes of his brother.

The hazel-brown one.

The eye that was coloured just like his own, but now it was blood-stained and detached from where he last saw it to be.

He stared at it, and it was almost like it was staring at him back. That was impossible, yet seeing his brother’s eye like that, blown out of his face, shook him in a way he wasn’t ready for.

It looked sad.

Lonely.

Pleading.

Desperate.

It was as if the final emotions in his’s brother’s mind were encapsulated in the sight of that lone eye.

From seeing that, he felt his vision start to get blurrier.

Tears slowly dripped down his rigid cold face, but no sounds came from the boy’s lips. He simply stared at the lone eye, cruelly focused on the state it was in, frozen in time. He refused to move from there after that as if he was caught in an unforgiving trance while looking at what his brother once possessed.

He couldn’t even tell if he had blinked since he busted in. All his eyes just saw were red. All his mind just saw was red. Even as his eyes glazed over and stung by his lining tears, the sight of his brother’s corpse and that all around him remained clear in his head. All he could see was him.

What he once was.

And what he had become.

Time became a forgotten thing. He didn’t know what passed as he stood still, witnessing the corpse ripen, and the blood flow decrease. The only thing that told him he was still in the present was their father soon came rushing to the room, shoving him aside before he, too, bear witness to the nightmare.

And he also became still.

Because just like that,

Another son was gone.

Because just like that,

Another brother was gone.

He was dead.

Not even a year had passed,

And he had left too...

[deliruousmistakes]

Let Me Take Your Pain Away (Pt. 3)

Missions don’t always go as planned, they rarely do, actually. Thing is, when they don’t, someone might pay the price with their lifes. 

But they won’t let that be Mikey’s case.

Based on @cokowiii’s ‘Just Another Day AU’

Part 1 here

Part 2 here

“Off I go.” -Mikey said as his actual goodbye before leaving for his mission. He walked and remained hidden first few kilometres, not wanting to attract attention near the entrance of their base -even if it was well hidden-. When he deemed it safe enough he started floating, and then flying; the feeling of the wind splashing against him, of being atop of the world and to be able to be as fast and loud as he can manage was amazing.

He made it to his destination quickly, landing near a giant hole in the ground. That was easy, Mikey thought before going underground, his heart running with excitement and nervousness.

He immediately felt the dust in the air, along with some horrible smell. He used his ninpo to light the place around him as he fell, stopping just before he hit the floor because what’s underneath him looks like something he absolutely does not want to touch; it vanished the excitement in him, replacing it with grievance, anger, and sadness. He looked around, taking in the walls, the rubble and destroyed furniture, as well as the scavengers and their food. On one side, was something purple with bright pink, what he guesses are the remainings of a Krang; in that order of ideas, he assumes the white, red and brown in front of it (far more popular with the animals), is what’s left of a person.

I guess that’s the answer to Donnies question. Concludes Michelangelo, disappointed. He had hoped the explosion was caused by something different, maybe some machine wearing off, or a crashed krang spaceship, or even a meteorite...

Still floating, he took a notebook and a pen out of his bag to start sketching a rough map of the place. After finishing, he uses his powers to pull all the rubble by the walls closer to him in order to find the exists of the area.

There’s four in total.

He starts with the one that’s furthest from the corpses. The entrance is another hole. Looking back, he sees that the big, metal door was busted some time ago. Even before entering  his nose wrinkles at an acrid and sweet smell. The inside is full of broken glass, though the closer he gets to a metal platform in the back, the less there is. Furthermore, there are microscopes and jars knocked over the countertops. The computers, even though they seem to be on good conditions, are not turning on, but that is probably because the place is out of electricity.

He sorts through samples in plastic bags, not understanding what they are before moving on, stopping by a lab coat in the floor to pick it up; it has an embroidered logo and, more importantly, an embroidered name: Owen Keller. He moves a chair and accommodates the coat over its headrest, hoping that somewhere, somehow, they are safe.

On the counter something else calls for his attention: a short, cylindrical, lidded container made of a transparent plastic. Inside it is a pink substance, but it’s not growing evenly, in some parts not at all. He lets it be and goes further into the room to examine the platform, noticing some thick cables near it, some on which have glass attached.

Then he peeks into the cabinets, where he finds, among other things, face masks, gloves, written registers, and books. Donnie might like the missile building so he takes it and puts it on his bag, along with one about the nervous system for Cali and Leo. Lastly, he passes by some machines, held together with tape and willpower, to sit on a countertop. It’s cold, hard, and smooth.

This room alone is absolutely worth making a raid team, even when it’s going to be really hard to empty it out and make it back safely and unnoticed…but maybe they could build another base in here? Either way, he should make the entrance less noticeable.

He lets his thoughts about everything and everything run for a while before going continuing with his map and leaving the lab.

The next exit place looks like a storage room, there are containers, bags and shelves, as well as a door that was barricaded from the side he’s in. The turtle decides to leave it for later and goes for his next option: a hallway. He walks in, passing his fingers over some bullet holes, as well as the carved letters and drawings. He sees the rusted pipes above him, making a mental note about them.

He stops by a door, before stepping on a blood stain. He took a deep breath, trying to pass will away the sting on his nose and his blurry vision. The door leads to a breakroom. His eyes bore into the two dead bodies, noticing the claws and bite marks.

This wasn’t the first time, and it won’t be the last.

Shit happens, and he’s somewhat learning to live with that…Still, he wants to do more.

They both have lab coats with names on it, though he can’t know for sure it’s theirs.

Mickey sits in a couch, and takes his bag off. He stares at the bright coloured butterflies Calimari had embroidered for him, running his fingers through them and feeling the different textures before setting it aside.

He can't help but to mourn these strangers (and the situations, everything that could have been, and the people he knew before losing...again).

Eventually, he walks out, deciding to map the room later.

Back in that storage room, he’s fiddling with some tubes when he hears an incoming caller reads as “Booty-Shaker >:D”.

He forgot to tell him he had arrived.

- “This is the great Michelangelo, Master of Arts. You may speak” – He answers. He continues after feeling judged through the silence. “I just arrived.”

- “Oh really? It says here you arrived over 7 hours ago, Michel.” -was the answer that came from the other side of the line.

- “Time flies?” -He started twirling the tube he had in his hands - “I’m sorry, I did forget to call you. Although, I honestly hadn’t realized it’d been that long.” - The youngest of the two accidentally dropped the tube into the floor and jumped backwards, knocking some cylindrical containers over. He cursed inwardly, before shrugging it off - “I have a theory about the explossion.”

- “Hypothesis, you mean. Anyway, what are your thoughts?” - Mikey started percieving a pungent odor, but he paid it no mind.

- “I think, it could've been on purpose. Some last attemp to take a krang down, even by sacrificing their life, maybe they weren't gonna make it anyway. Could've been a grenade” – He made it to the barricade and started undoing it to open the door.

- "What about the rest? Is it worth going?"

- "For sure."

- “Are you coming back then?” - That's a fair question, lately Mikey's been going back as soon as he can.

- “Nah, it’s fine.”

- “Yes, he said. Convinced.”

- “It is! I just want to look around some more. There’s a bunch of interesting things, and maybe I can find someone who is still alive” - Maybe he’s not too late. He added inwardly as he finished undoing the barricade.

- “Just remember to be careful. Don’t touch things recklessly, and avoid fighting underground, least you want the place to collapse over you.” – When he opened the door he found a humanoid looking krang.

If it still resembled a human, it could still be reversed.

He had to try.

Donatello's advices became background noise. The not-yet krang tried to slam him, Mikey dodged, but it crashed into a bag with powder.  

- “Mikey?” – he didn’t answer his older brother, fulyy focused on his oponent. Instead, he summoned his fire and his chains, planning to restore their humanity as best he could.

The explosion that came afterwards was not part of the procedure.

Michelangelo wakes up, not remembering falling asleep. There’s a bad taste in his mouth and he’s having trouble breathing.

He notices that the chain in his hand is loose and full of black patches. Not a good sign, specially combined with his trapped leg and the growing cracks coming from his fingertips.

He tried to use too much energy, too fast and through few paths.

Dum-dum.

But that only explains the cracks on his hands, not the explosion.

Welp, what’s done is done.

Still, this is not how he dies.

.

.

.

Easier said than done.

His communicator’s is not getting anything out. However, maybe it will if there’s less interference, if he makes it to surface level.

The problem is finding a way out because the path he came from is blocked, and it might collapse further if he messes with it.

He ignores the feeling of something wet and warm sliding down his neck as he frees his leg.

After getting tired of floating, limping, and falling he gives up finding an exit and instead makes one of his own.

Even outside he can’t contact them.

It’s okay, Donnie and Cali must have notices. They’ll come for him.

But there has to be something other than waiting that he can do.

He could send them a signal using his energy, like fireworks, or he can try to make it back on his own. Neither is a good idea.

He can’t die.

Not here, not like this, and specially not knowing (hoping) they are on their way.

This sucks… As in cue, Mikey notices a krang walking towards him, though the universe will have to try harder than that.

Contrary to his expectations, before his chains could get to him an explosion on the ground did.

Is this place a minefield?

Of-fucking-course.

Everything’s starting to hurt. A lot. His heart pounding in his chest; he's sweating, having trouble breathing, doesn’t feel in control of his body, and all he can hear is a loud whistle.

I don’t want to leave; I still want to draw until my hands are numb, to do turtle piles, to see the stars dance at night, watch Cassey grow, and hear the laughter of the kids, and-

He promised himself he would not die crying. If he has to go, he'll go smiling.

Angelo is startled awake by one his brothers. He can notice his odler brother's not okay, but can’t can’t understand what he’s saying. The whistle is too loud.

Dee's examining him, using scans and talking to someone. When his brother’s eyes tear of him, he follows them to see Leo running towards him and his hearts stops in fear.

There might be another bomb in the floor, they’re in danger.

He has to protect them.

Donnie didn't understanding.

He stops them and tries to explain himself until everything is too blurry and numb.

Mikey felt himself be covered in warmth, like someone wrapped a fuzzy blanket around him.

His mind clears enough to realize what’s happening and he can’t help but apologize and worry before being lulled back into sleeping.

[visionthefox]

also, since I reply to the ask, I kinda wanna share this idea I had, due to my insomia, I often make up strange AUs - stories and stuffs I'll neved do.. like the Human AU thing? yea I drew few things but will not continue it (or like actors AU from SAMS) so like.. imagine a version of Pinocchio (or pinocho in spanish) but is not in the old days, but like, maybe the 80's?

and the old man who wants a son,here he actually wants to save the life of his only Son, a young boy who falls ill and his body is slowly turning grey.. but the old man, rich and smart , doesnt give up.. one night, he tried to prove his theory, the machines not only can keep the boy alive,yet in coma -but, he can wake up! the weak heart? can be changed to metal and still work out! so he makes a replica of the son, in metal and plastic, and in the Blue Night, he begs to the metal boy to wake up,he begs to the Blue Night to make his wish true..then falls asleep.. And the Blue Night does that - it gives life to the metal one, taking the soul of the boy in coma, to live again in the new bodie his father made.. The old man, tired and confused, at first - hes happy his theory worked! but soon enters in desperation- as he does the same he did to the first test,but in the body made of flesh, he changes, but and adds, cuts and stich , but the boy never wakes up meanwhile, the metal one.. desiged to serve and be also a new toy to the human, shaped in warm oranges and yellows, looking like a sun flower.. is left aside, ignored and soon.. hated.. since the old man doesnt know the soul of his Son is no longer in the flesh, he puts the blame on the metal creation , saying things like "I wasted time on you" and "you cursed me!" the metal boy , who doesnt know who he is, but, hold foggy memories of what he was.. soon grew up lonely and sad, as no matter what, he cant make the old man happy.. in the time the old man worked day and night to keep his son alive, he orders the metal one to take over the company, pretend to be him and keep money flowing.. the metal boy does this, until one night, the old man rest and never wakes up.. and yee, thats the story.. sad I know, but aaaah, I guess im a lover of sad stories hahah hope you can see why Nice Eclipse is such an inspiration for me haha

[milkyautism]

I ended up watching "Take Care of Maya" on Netflix...

Suffice to say my cynicism has grown 3... hundred sizes. First world society has failed me once again.

[bittyfromquotev]

in light of my smaller hyperfixation(Sonic.EXE) and the fact that I’m reading Frankenstein rn, I’ve decided to make my own version of Sonic.EXE

I haven’t come up with a name for him yet but I have a basic concept:

This AU has some basic concepts from both Frankenstein and what I understand of the EXEs. Given that the EXEs are foreign entities and not ACTUALLY Sonic, I made this EXE, who I’ll be calling Frank until I give him an ACTUAL name, more like how Frankenstein’s Monster was at the beginning of his creation: innocent and curious, although terrifying.

He just kind of…appeared. He showed up out of nowhere, and some speculate he was made by Eggman. Frank mostly hid in the shadows (much like Frankenstein’s Monster) in the beginning, observing the ways of the Mobians. In order to try and appear less terrifying to the Mobians out of a desire for friendship, he took on the form of Sonic. He wasn’t perfect at it though, resulting in terror either way.

Frank doesn’t know his own strength. Like a baby, he was curious about the creatures of the land and tried playing with them. Because he doesn’t know his own strength, he ends up killing them. He ends up torturing many people, unable to understand that it isn’t fun for the victims. He doesn’t stop because no one is around to get him to stop. He genuinely believes that both parties are entertained.

That’s all I have for now but I’m excited and can’t wait to design him :)