#death the kid fictive

[markrus]

Marriage Partners (@krislet & @kablow)

[kristalpepsi]

@kablow ok! i mde an img of u! :^)

(every1 els: dnt tg as kin or use as ur icns, ty)

[justanotherstardrop]

our Death The Kid fictive. (he/they/it) he's mixed. i love drawing him. he's showing he can be a protector evem with his struggles with mental health

[holdmytesseract]

The Equation of Love

☆ The Baby Fever AU ☆

Loki x Y/N feat. Ella & Narfi

Summary: When fears and doubts overcome Loki and he starts to question a lot of things, you are his safe haven he can return to.

Warnings: fluff! a lot of fluff! a bit angst, tears, small 'hints' and 'references' to Ep. 6 - but no spoilers

Word Count: 1,8k

a/n: This story is me, trying to cope with the season finale. I don't know why, but my mind just led me here. To this universe. ❤️‍🩹

Baby Fever Crew: @lady-rose-moon @muddyorbsblr @chennqingg @smolvenger @alexakeyloveloki @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @jennyggggrrr @stupidthoughtsinwriting @eleniblue @loz-3 @mishkatelwarriorgoddess @fictive-sl0th @iamlokisgloriouspurpose @lovingchoices14 @glitchquake @lokidbadguy @icytrickster17 @mandywholock1980 @november-rayne @xthatpottahfanx @simping-for-marvel @lou12346789 @aagn360 @anukulee @multifandom-worlds @hisredheadedgoddess28 @vbecker10 @jaidenhawke @km-ffluv @lokiforever @crimson25 @kimanne723 @cakesandtom @buttercupcookies-blog @salvinaa @javagirl328 @noideakitten @zombiesnips-blog @dustychinchilla74 @frzntrx @lokisgoodgirl @princess-ofthe-pages @coldnique @asgards-princess-of-mischief @lokisrealpurpous

Baby Fever Masterlist °☆• Loki Masterlist °☆• Masterlist

There was nothing. Just silence. No birds singing their songs, nor crickets chirping in the crisp air of the night. No loud voices, car horns or crying babies. Nothing. It was just Loki, his steaming cup of tea and the rising sun above New York City.

Peace... That was what he felt.

The god smiled; tired but happy eyes gazing out of the window to watch the sun replace the moon. Messy curls, tousled by sleep hung in his face. The hem of his green and black checked sleep trousers hung low, but comfortable snugly around his hips.

He wiggled his toes in his slippers; feeling the warmth of the fluffy socks he wore.

Loki took a deep breath - and a sip of his tea. His restless head had ripped him out of sleep; kind of forced him to get up. Sometimes, his mind could wander to very dark places. Especially at night. And he knew exactly that it was not good at all, but... Escaping the claws of your own fears and doubts wasn't easy. A battle the most people might already lose before it even started - and Loki was certainly one of them.

This is the here and now, Loki, he told himself. This is your present. Your future. Y/N and the kids are your future. You found your glorious purpose. Your place in the universe. This is exactly where you need and want to be. Don't revel in the past. It's history. Just a written chapter in the story of your life. Just a-

In order to silence the million voices in his head, he made himself a cup of tea, decided to watch the sunset and think about all the good things in his life... You. Ella. Little Narfi. His brother. His parents. The second chance life - and especially you gave him...

It was a tough process, but through the years, the god learned how to let the good thoughts overweight the bad ones. Nevertheless, was it a cruel battle every time.

"Daddy?"

The god ripped his eyes open at the call of the term that never failed to give him chills and causes his heart to beat just a little bit faster. Within the blink of an eye, he turned around; away from the large window pane in the living room - only to be greeted by the frame of his daughter. She was tiredly rubbing her eyes; cuddle blankie held by her in a death grip.

"Ella?" Loki said with a slight surprised voice; immediately magicked away his mug and squatted down to be on eye-level with the seven-year-old. "Princess, why are you awake?" "Wanted to cuddle you, but you were not there, so I looked for you." She slurred; voice thick with sleep. Ella had slept in yours and his bed tonight, because of a nightmare which had plagued her...

Loki’s heart jumped at the little girl's words; eyebrows slanting. "Oh no... Apologies, sweetheart. Daddy just... needed a moment to think." She yawned. "Think? About wha'?" He shook his head and opened his arms. "Nothing you should worry about, princess. Come here." Ella smiled almost deliriously, before she slurped into Loki's awaiting arms and cuddled against her father. He wrapped her up in a tight embrace; gently lifting her off of the group. Ella slung her legs around his back; even deepening the hug. "Love you, daddy."

Loki smiled; his heart pumping pure love through his veins. "I love you, too, princess."

He pressed a soft kiss against the crown of the girl's head and just held her.

Soon enough her grip on him slackened; legs no longer wound around his torso, but rather dangling loosely at his sides. Soft snores and deep, even breathes signalled the god that Ella had fallen asleep again... In his arms. His smile even widened, as he kissed the top of her head again; identical raven curls tickling his lips. His... She was his. One of the good things he accomplished in his life.

He smiled. "My love..."

Loki redirected his gaze on the rising sun again. It was almost over. The night was barely hanging on - just like the dark cloud above his head.

The god kept his gaze glued on the breathtaking skyline; totally lost in his thoughts once again. That was until he felt a pair of warm, familiar palms gliding over the small of his bare back and settling on his sides.

You pressed your chest gently against his muscular back and pressed soft kisses onto the skin of his shoulder blades; your lips leaving a tickling, sizzling sensation behind. It was magical.

He chuckled. "Well... Our princess came to look after me, too. She wanted to cuddle - and just slept in in my arms." Loki felt your lips on his skin again - and he could swear that you were smiling. "Thought so... My sweet daddy's girl." You whispered; lifting a hand to run your fingers gently through her loose, wild raven curls, as her head was resting on Loki's shoulder.

"What are you doing here, babe? This early on a Sunday morning?" You felt how he took a deep breath. "Thinking. And you?" You pressed your cheek against his bare skin; inhaling his scent. Home. He smelt like home.

"I just finished nursing our baby boy, and then decided to look where my husband and daughter vanished... The bed is way too big without you. And cold." Loki’s heart fluttered, before it felt like exploding - a firework of oxytocin and love.

A pleasant silence settled over the both of you for quite a few moments, in which you relished in closeness of the other.

"What's on your brilliant mind, huh?" Loki didn't answer you; only swallowed hard. And he did not have to say a single word to you. The sudden tension which built within his body was enough for you to tell what was going on.

You and Loki were in no need of words to communicate.

"I see... The clutches of your past wound themselves around you once more... Am I right?"

You heard your husband sigh deeply. "It's not just that, darling." "What else? Do you wish to talk about it?"

"The what if, darling."

The god stepped out of your hug and walked over to the sofa, on which he laid down Ella. He made sure that she was comfortable and draped a blanket over her, in order to keep her warm.

Then he returned to you; a longing look on his face. You welcomed him with open arms - and your husband didn’t hesitate for a moment; immediately sinking into your embrace and touch. You just held him with your hand buried in the soft raven curls on the back of his head. "What is bothering you, my love, if not the past?" You whispered and placed a sweet, reassuring kiss on the side of his neck. Loki needed another moment, before he answered you.

"The what if?" "Yes." You pulled back from the hug, just enough to look into his stunning, but tears clouded eyes; awaiting his further explanation. "What if... What if I've never been given a second chance? Here, on earth, to prove myself worthy of the mercy I received? What if I've never met you? What if you would've never given me a chance? What if... What if Thanos would've been successful?" He swallowed hard. "What would have happen to me? Where would my place in the universe be? Without you, Ella and Narfi... Where do I belong?"

You listened to his every word, patiently. His worries and fears send a jolt of pain through your heart; causing your expression to change. With furrowed eyebrows and tears in your eyes, you looked up to Loki. "Oh, my love..." You said; starting to gently comb your fingers through his long hair. "I wish I could give you an answer to all those questions, but... I'm afraid I can't. I understand why you are asking yourself this, though. Life has been not always very kind to you and left you standing more than just once at the abyss - and wherever your path may have led you without all the things that happened between us... Know that we were always destined to be. There's no version, no outcome of this - of our story, where we wouldn't have ended up together." You softly smiled at him through tears; lifting your other hand to cup his cheek.

"Besides, you are free now, my love. Free to make your own choices. No mind control. No one who decides for you. This..." You gestured around yourself. "Me, Ella and Narfi... This is yours. The story you've written and still writing. This is your story, Loki."

A few tears rolled down the god's cheeks; a breathless chuckle left his lips. "You... You truly think that, darling?" You couldn't help but smile even wider; your thumb gently wiping away his tears. "Know so." You whispered, before you leaned in and captured your husband's lips in a tender, almost feather-light kiss. "I am convinced that in every possible timeline, every parallel universe - if something like that exists, we are exactly where we belong... Together."

The god answered nothing, was too overwhelmed by your beautiful words and all the thoughts and feelings coursing through his mind and body. Instead, he dropped his forehead to rest on your shoulder; tears soaking into the fabric of your comfortable sleep shirt and hands holding onto your body for dear life. You let him cry; comforting him as best as you could.

You didn't know how much time had passed; how long you were standing there with Loki wrapped up in your arms, but at some point you decided to leaven the situation a bit. Once more wandered your hand into his wild locks. "You still here with me, baby?" All that you got was a low grunt. You giggled; twirling a strand of his curls around your finger. "Have I rendered you speechless, my love? Silver-tongue turned to lead?"

Loki couldn't suppress the small giggle, which bubbled up within his throat at your sentence. "N-No..." He lifted his head again; smiling, with dried tears on his cheeks and slightly red and puffy eyes. "I-I just... Your words touched me deeply. Thank you. Thank you for your advice. For your love. For being mine - and for giving me all this. A life, children... A purpose." This time, you were the one who didn't give him an answer. You pulled him in another kiss; letting him feel all the love you could give.

"I love you, Loki. Always have. Always will." Loki took your hands in his; fingers intertwining. "I love you, too. I just can't grasp all this sometimes. My mind needs a reminder from time to time that this is truly the reality." You squeezed his hands. "I know - and I'm here to remind your mind, because you deserve this... Happiness."

[pokidot]

MANDELA - PROLOGUE

warnings: spooky kooky doppelgangers, kys/kms jokes, cursing wc: 1108

“I’m beginning to think you’re a child!” The aggravated, nagging shouts of a woman in her mid ages began in the home. “I told you for the millionth time to stop doing this late at night, and you continue to flirt with death!”

“You need to learn not to be so dramatic,” Taro stared directly at her before proceeding to leave little room in his hiking bag with essentials. "I have a mission, Kane. Something you wouldn't be able to understand."

“I’m sorry?” The woman’s eyes could have bulged so far out her head that they could have fallen out of their sockets. “Repeat that if you want to see tomorrow. Actually, I dare you to.”

Blinking against the harsh bite of his wife’s words, he turned his head back down to zip his fanny pack. “I’m not sure why you’re so anal about me going this time compared to the others. This is nothing new, and I thought you were aware of that. I used to go even when you were sleeping.”

“Are you kidding me?! Ohh, this is a scandal worse than cheating to me.” The wallowing wife complained. “Jesus, Taro, you’re losing it.”

“I’m perfectly sane, honey.”

“Look at you! You’re looking for things that you can’t even find, you’ve got your coat all dirty from these completely bizarre expeditions you put yourself in, and you look fucking stupid above all!” She pulled the goggles the size of giant saucers off his eyes and back down to his neck aggressively, almost making him wobble.

“It’s how I see…” Taro’s pride had spoken, looking away quietly as his lips pulled together into a pout. “Looks like someone’s not getting their early morning coffee.”

“I’m so glad you think that’s what this is about, you absolute…” The woman ceased herself from her impending thoughts, taking a sharp breath in before nearing closer to her husband. “Look at you, sweetheart. You’re reeling. This isn’t some type of game where you can easily scout the source and find what you’re looking for. And what even are you looking for anyway? Those things don’t even exist.”

Taro gasped, eyes widened. “Kane!”

“I’m serious! They’re not real, they’re just fictive depictions of something that wasn’t as dramatic or folklores.” Kane hazily rubbed her temples. “A man in a goalie mask is more likely to kill you than whatever you’re trying to find. Is that what you want?! I didn’t know you wanted to get away from me so easily.”

“You just have to make it about that and not about how we could get some serious money from this, huh.” Taro sighed, "Come on! We could have everything if I stick with this just for a little while longer. I'm so close to the truth, I can feel it, Kane. It's festering in those woods, there's a reason why I went out after I heard sounds! Who else could it be other than Bigfoot!?"

"Oh, I'm not stopping you from doing what you want, Taro. In fact, I'd rather you be out there than in here right now." Kane beelined towards the door, swinging it open and utilizing her arms to motion him out. "If you want to be an idiot, do it where I can't see you. Come home when you wake up."

He may have made a mistake not taking her concerns to mind.

He was caught like a deer in the headlights that one night in the sleeping woods. Having been already awake, he strove to find what had been plaguing his mind for years. Eating at his frontal lobe, relentlessly kept him thinking of the possibilities. The idea of finding Bigfoot was the only thing keeping this man up for the past two years.

And after finding evidence of suspicious creatures hanging around his tall-structured wood cabin, he grabbed his gear quicker than you could blink.

The smell of early morning rain dissipating, dew drops and crisp, cold air greeting his senses in a warm hug. A charismatic welcome to his endeavors. But the further he walked into the grass complexion of his surroundings, he was suddenly struck with an object dull, yet powerful enough to knock him to the ground.

Darkness shadowed out a lonesome man’s venture in the forest, his night vision goggles laying pathetically next to him. His head had a huge gash on it, remaining there as visible even in pitch black. It shone against his skull like cruel diamonds, a festering and luring tragedy. The only thing he could make out amongst the agony of his head, feeling like he was splitting into two endlessly, was the footsteps of another person nearing towards him.

“Hello,” He blubbered mindlessly, following the voice nearing him. “I need sum’ help ‘ere, if you don’t mind…”

He remained in a daze-- the other was as silent as they were nearing him. It thickened with tension; his head hung too heavy on the ground to lift it as the sound behind him wouldn't stop laughing in shrills as if it were grating its nails on the walls. He desperately attempted to fish for his flashlight, until his hand was stopped by a foot.

Usually it wouldn't phase Taro, he's dealt with most of the mind-grating pains when he was hunting, but the boot was emitting something seething like no other, equal to his head wound. He felt the bones under his skin become brittle the harder he pressed down. In a state of panic, he started to squirm, causing himself to shout in agony at his voracious movements.

His fight or flight started to active as soon as he managed to look up to see himself. Staring down on him like he was rubbish, the contorted smile of Taro himself only becoming screwed and jumbled up. His smile lifted to the tops of his cheeks and his eyeballs expanded. He could only see his deformed appearance, and he couldn't help but scream himself.

"Help..help!! Anybody! Kane!!" Taro hollered, his pain causing his vocal cards to rumble in his throat. He dry heaved, attempting to move his body away, but the slick boot of his own self casually slid off his hand to grant him a kick to the bottom of his jaw, rolling him over on his back.

He was spent. And the doppelgänger knew this too, because before Taro could even process a sliver of a sentence, the imposter looked down now with a malicious glint in his eyes. "Y̸̺͑o̶̘̔u̶̯͠ ̶̻̅s̷̩̈́h̶̠͛o̴̮͑u̵̪͑l̵͙̃d̶̖͘ ̴͍̈ȟ̶̻ḁ̸̉ṿ̶͋ẽ̴͚ ̸̗͒l̷͕̕i̶̭͂s̷̯̿t̶͎̎e̶̙̔ń̴͙e̷͔͛d̴͓̃ ̸̜͑ţ̴͛o̵̬̚ ̶͈̚o̴̿ͅu̷̬͠ṟ̵̈́ ̵̟̚w̷̙̿ĭ̶̹f̶͎̔e̵̩͂.̷̟̀" He spoke slow, every syllable dragging. "B̷͔̀e̸̡̅ç̸̅a̴̤͝u̶͓͊s̴̮̏e̴̻̎ ̵̞͘I̴̡̋'̷̢̾v̶̻͠ë̵̝ ̷̫̋b̷̖̌ẽ̷͜ẹ̸̔n̴͎͒ ̶̯͑w̵̲̎a̷̤̓i̸̼̿ţ̸̍ï̸̗n̸͓͑g̵̹͌ ̸̜́f̸̖̌ȏ̷̭r̶̢̓ě̸̠v̵͉͛e̵̟͂r̸̖͂ ̶̫̊t̸̲͠ò̸̡ ̷͉̚g̵̙̋e̸͇̔ť̸͇ ̴̥̒y̷̗̔o̵͖͛ȗ̶̳ ̷̝̒a̸͔͌l̵͙̃o̸̢͘n̷͑ͅé̶͔.̸̫̅"

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NOTES || i'm actually so excited to write this omg

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[fictionkinfessions]

Canon children ask game

Tw for death.

On my planet, names are reserved for immediate family. Because of this I will not name my children here.

I had four children on Gallifrey. They were the most amazing individuals I have ever had the honour to meet.

My eldest was our equivalent of a police officer. I remember the day we got the news, that they had been accepted. We had a picnic in the Constellation of Laughter, where the colourful gases sounded like they were laughing. They were incredibly similar to their other parent, but they had my eyes. In every regeneration.

My middle child was a chef. They were the greatest in seven galaxies. Every species around wanted them to cook for every special occasion going. And they did! One of the benefits of time travel. They could make the most delicious meals with two or three ingredients. They laughed like I do.

My youngest was an archivist. They recorded our history and carefully stored it for future generations. Despite it being against the laws, we would occasionally go back in time to see what previous generations were like. They were the most like me, I think. No respect for any rules.

My final child is a difficult story to tell. During the War, there were creatures called Never-Weres. When they killed someone, that person got erased from history. They never existed. Every Time Lord that went into battle had a Time-Locked box holding pictures and important documents about themselves. These boxes were placed on a timer. If you didn't access them within three weeks of updating them, they would send themselves to your next of kin. I received one of these boxes, showing that I had a fourth child. I don't remember them at all. That box was one of my most precious belongings before I introjected here. The longer I go without seeing it, the less I remember. Soon I might forget they ever existed.

I had a fifth child through a forced form of asexual reproduction. Her name was Jenny. Her name can be shared because she wasn't raised a Time Lord, in our culture. She was born full grown, and a soldier. I promised to take her to new worlds and show her that there's more to life than fighting. But she died. She was only 4 hours old. She loved adventure as much as I do.

All of my kids are dead now. I haven't talked about them in a very long because it still hurts so much. But I think talking and sharing might help.

- The Doctor (Tags as fictive please).

x

[introject-confessions]

Shout out to fictives that that some form of relationship with a fictive that’s from a different source. Weather that be besties, romantic, familial etc. it’s like a fun crossover episode.

I (Adricat miraculous) am the son of L death note and I couldn’t ask for a better dad. My source dad sucks actual ass, but L? He actually gives a shit about me I love him. But we do find it hilarious I’m form a dumpster fire of a kids show and he’s from this dark psychological anime.

Btw L if you’re reading this you should totally give me a mum/other dad, I gave a few ideas who it could be >:)

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[renegadesfic]

Hello everybody new fandom new pinned new me. I am DETERMINED to establish myself as The verneider author on whatever platforms I post on SO. Here we go.

I'm Nathan, or Angel. We are a system, our main blog is @renegadessys and you can always message us there, that's also where we follow from. Our pronouns are he/it. Most of the stuff we write is highly self indulgent and written for our fictives of various characters but especially with the list that will follow lots of this is just for fun!

Our main fandom and the one we will be posting a lot for as of now is Reverse: 1999, our main ships are Schneider/Vertin, Sonetto/Vertin, Lilya/Sonetto (rarepair central LMAO), and some poly variations thereof (Vertin has two hands!!!!).

Fic ideas and links below!

EXPLICIT

1. A followup to the first smutfic I wrote on ao3, Vertin/Schneider reuniting post Storm resolution and having some wonderful heartfelt moments and then. You Know. POSTED HERE

2. A followup to that followup - several months later, their anniversary.

3. An alternative followup - Vertin wakes up from a nightmare and there is comfort and also You Know.

4. College AU - Vertin meets Schneider at a party. There may be follow up oneshots to this one! POSTED HERE

5. Vampire Schneider/Vampire Hunter Vertin AU. Mostly just insane flirting and nsfw. POSTED HERE

6. Either standalone or potentially a followup to 4: Schneider inviting Sonetto to join her and Vertin

7. Lilya and Sonetto fuck around after that one scene in the story where they do the training simulation together. (NOTE: in this fic and all other fics I write with Lilya in them I will be writing her as a non-op trans girl. This is for one of our system members' sake because that's how she identifies. Don't get weird)

8. Schneider/Vertin and Sonetto/Lilya partner/sub swap. Very simple.

9. College age Vertin meets Schneider after she and her friends visit a bar that is not expressly a gay bar but sure comes close!

NON EXPLICIT

1. Vertin being diagnosed with some variant of Hanahaki disease while in the artificial somnambulism treatments post-chapter 2. Very angsty. NOW POSTING HERE

2. Vertin/Schneider coffee shop au. Someone has to do it. Vertin is a perpetually tired college student, Schneider is a perpetually flirty barista.

3. Future domestic oneshot where Vertin and Schneider are??? Married???? Have kids??????? Idk I just live here

4. End of chapter 4, Sonetto finds out when Z's birthday is and convinces everyone to throw her a surprise party as thanks for helping Vertin and co. (NOTE: I will be referring to her as Dr. Z regardless of canon, she worked hard to get a phd in whatever weird science she does and I refuse to discount it)

5. Ghost Schneider AU. Basically Vertin is "haunted" by Schneider's ghost after the Storm takes her, presumably due to some arcanum fluctuation that sticks her to Vertin (handwaves away the details). Romance. But sad.

6. Time travel fix-it - Vertin goes back in time to try to stop Schneider's death. NOW POSTING HERE

I will update this list as I get more ideas and write these. Please send me asks or let me know if there's one in particular you want to read!

[rq-sourcecalls]

Canon name: Lil Hal, (Dirk's) AutoResponder

Source: Homestuck

Looking for: Anyone, preferably other Striders.

Age: Chrono adult, intra nullage adult. Anyone can respond, however.

Relationship: preferably non romantic, though I'm not uncomfortable with those who have romantic memories of me/their AR.

Canon Compliance: I don't have many exact memories, mostly just emotions. Of the memories I do have I can tell you I was not in the alpha timeline; we never met the beta kids or the trolls. However, I did speak to some of them post death (it is quite complicated.) I believe I met a Kankri and we had a positive relationship. We did not complete the game. (clearly - we didn't have a space player). I had a body.

Okay with KFF, kin, fictives, endels and all others. Okay with doubles. Okay with those from different timeliness.

Message us here or on discord (safetypinsys) and ask for me.

!!!

[moonpool-system]

Fictive & other introject source list!

Partway for personal records and partway an invitation to ask us about source/fictive related things! Our system management can make sure no questions are directed at members uncomfortable with answering, so please feel free to engage respectfully regarding source stuff! 💙

While most of our introjects do identify as an iteration of their sourceselves and have the memories to match, please keep in mind that some things about us and our memories might be divergent or completely different from source, and consider that you might get an answer different from what you expect because of this.

Please remember that we don't agree with every single ideal expressed in every single one of these sources! Just because we have fictives from somewhere doesn't mean we're caught up on The Discourse™ or support every sketchy ideology connected to it. Thank you!

Sources marked with a ✨ are our sources most important to the system in some way!

Sources marked with a 🪶 are our sources most important in a different alterhuman context in some way!

And now, on to the list!

🎲 Game sources 🎮

- Celeste ✨🪶

- Splatoon ✨

- Hollow Knight 🪶

- Cookie Run (Ovenbreak & kingdom) ✨🪶

- Kirby

- Danganronpa (All 3 main games) 🪶

- Persona (3 & 5) ✨🪶

- Genshin Impact (note we don't know ANYTHING about this source lmao)

- Pokémon

- Super Paper Mario

- Kingdom Hearts

- Hades

- Sonic the Hedgehog

- The Legend of Zelda ✨🪶

- Octopath Traveler

- FNaF: Security Breach

- Final Fantasy XV

- Solar Ash ✨🪶

- Star Wars: The Old Republic (Considered the same source in-system as regular SW)

- Omori

- Monster Camp

- Portal

- Warhammer (considered the same source in-system as ITEHTTS)

- Dungeons & Dragons

- Rain World 🪶

- Undertale/Deltarune (Considered nearly the same source in-system) 🪶

- Catherine: Full Body

- Slay the Princess ✨

- Cult of the Lamb

📺 TV, movies, animations, etc sources 📽️

- Red vs Blue

- Bungou Stray Dogs 🪶

- Inanimate Insanity

- South Park (we see a kid gettin treated badly and they get adopted. simple)

- Sk8 the Infinity

- Kanata no Astra (Astra: Lost in Space)

- Assassination Classroom

- Mai HiME

- The Promised Neverland (Season 1) (the rest in: books, comics, etc)

- Lucifer

- Steven Universe

- Our Flag Means Death

- The Good Place

- Moon Knight (series)

- Star Wars ✨

- Bee & Puppycat

- Kyou Kara Maou!

- Kung Fu Panda

- O.K. K.O.! Let's Be Heroes

- The Owl House

- Beyblade

- Inuyasha

- Puss in Boots

- If the Emperor had Text-To-Speech (ITEHTTS) (Considered the same source in-system as Warhammer)

- Lackadaisy (have yet to read the comics)

- Helluva Boss & Hazbin Hotel (Considered the same source in-system)

- Lego Monkie Kid (Sometimes seen as intertwined with Journey to the West source)

- Adventure Time / Fionna & Cake (Considered the same source in-system) 🪶

- The Amazing Digital Circus

- ENA

- Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood

📻 Podcast, songs, & theatre sources 🎤

- Rabbits (podcast) 🪶

- REPO! The Genetic Opera

- Addict by Silva Hound

- Collared by Lily Vane

🌘 Mythological sources 📜

- Journey to the West & related media

- Hellenistic mythology 🪶

- Chaos Magick collective deities 🪶

📚 Books, comics, etc sources 🔖

- Warriors ✨

- The Promised Neverland (Season 1 also in: TV, movies, animations, etc. The rest by this source)

- Moon Knight (comics)

🌌 Original Sources 🌊

- [fill out info later]

[tiptapricot]

Some extended MCU MK system headcanons!

I’m probably going to be adding a couple more peeps/expanding on stuff already here, including coming up with some totally original characters, but the list rn only consists of canonic or semi-canonic alters. Some of my hcs are based on bits and pieces of general fandom discussion and meta, as well as discord convos. Ideas, suggestions, and questions abt anything here are totally welcome, I hope u like my thoughts >:-)

(Characters already in the show have less info as we already see more ab their dynamics and roles, and characters set up in comics will have a note for their source)

Marc

Main trauma holder, having the memories of Randall’s death, their mother’s abuse, and some of the system’s medical trauma

Physical protector of the system in most situations

Name and characteristics/self-perception are based off the body at the time of splitting

Has lots of internalized ableism to work through

Cohost

Positive triggers: Layla, Steven fronting, Frenchie, the Chicago Cubs, pizza

Steven

Emotional and spiritual protector for Marc as well as the system as a whole

Introject/fictive of Dr. Steven Grant from the Tomb Buster movie

During their childhood years he was the one to take their mother’s abuse, but doesn’t hold the memories of it

A caretaker also, often patching up the body’s injuries

Holds the good memories of their mother and father

Cohost

Positive triggers: Egyptology, Layla, Marc fronting, Wham!

Jake

Protector of the body in cases Marc can’t handle, AKA physical threats outside of their mother’s abuse during childhood, imminent life threatening situations when they’re older, and self harm/sui attempts

Also somewhat of a gatekeeper

Is there to get rid of the threat and then get the body to a safe place

Holds the memory of crawling out of the cave

Lives very moment to moment, no clear sense of time passing for most of his life beyond time working for Khonshu or when the others couldn’t front, getting most new memories outside of that from bleed from the others/moments of blurriness

Once headspace forms spends most of his time there

Eventually, once no longer needing to stay secret from Marc and Steven, becomes a more regular fronter, though never really considers himself a host

Positive triggers: leather, cars

Commander (Lemire, 2016)

Supernatural trauma holder/processor

Formed when Khonshu appeared to Marc as a child, and is the one to hold that memory specifically

Was only meant to hold that memory but came out of dormancy when Khonshu made the system his avatar

Introject/fictive of a spaceman version of Marc that Marc pretended to be and drew as a kid

Shares his childhood love for space as well as memories surrounding it

Lives near completely within a section of the inner world simulating a battle with space wolves for Earth, isolated from the rest of the system

Any interactions fronting he perceives as dreams, or a psychic connection to inter dimensional aliens

Started out as a more fragmented piece of Marc, but developed into his own person

Positive trigger: space

Inner Child (Bendis, Ultimate Marvel universe)

A little who both holds the system’s childhood whimsy and adventure, preserving the childhood they lost, and their sense of their mother’s innocence that was also lost

Trauma free

Started out as a fragmented piece of Marc, his younger self frozen in time, and still considers that to be her, but eventually felt more like a girl and presents that way in the headspace in present

The others refer to her as “child”

Doesn’t age

Maintains a passion for many of the things that have been tainted by trauma for the other system members, including rain, swimming, exploration, and make believe play

Doesn’t front often or fully and never by herself (unless Layla is there)

Really loves Steven because he’s got the same name as Dr. Steven Grant!!!

Positive triggers: action figures, puddles, hiking, kids shows the system watched when they were younger, dresses

Mr. Knight (Ellis, 2014)

Emotional protector for Marc and Steven, and physical protector for the system as a whole when Jake is unavailable

Formed off of Steven when he fronted post show during one of Jake’s missions for Khonshu

Holds most memories of accidental discovery that the system is still tied to Khonshu

Not a fictive, but formed with similar vibes to famous British spies and detectives, AKA a very good detective and fighter

Has a very gentle but firm British accent

Somewhat of a logician, but not completely

So calm, collected, and precise that he can sometimes make bad decisions

Never really gets ruffled or scared, but can get angry

Shares Steven’s suit, though his is slightly different, having a few more moon designs

Wry sense of humor

Doesn’t front much outside of filling his role, and never when the body isn’t wearing the suit, but does vibe in the inner world

Positive triggers: not having the body’s face visible, white cloth, Debussy

Dr. Harrow

Formed post Duat as a maladaptive protector/prosecutor

Was more of a fragment before, holding a lot of the system’s internalized ableism, but formed more solidly with the image of Dr. Harrow

Holds most memories of the system’s medical trauma (though is distanced from it, seeing it from the POV of their doctor), as well as ableist ideas about alter creation/personhood (stemming largely from Steven after finding out he was a fictive in the Duat, as well as Marc’s own struggle to recognize himself as an alter)

Initially is unaware that he is a headmate, very much seeing things as “I’m fine but you guys need help”

Formed additionally as a way to process separating from Khonshu’s abuse, somewhat clinging to/reinforcing ideas that Khonshu pushed on the system of distrust in reality and reliance on a caretaker figure

Continues to harm the system through digging up trauma memories and enforcing harmful ideas because that’s how he’s able to process the trauma he holds

Eventually and very slowly is able to discover and accept his place as an alter in a system, and starts trying to work towards a more constructive role

Is eventually (like after a lotttt of work) able to shift into more of a gatekeeper/organizer role, giving the system structure and support that it needs, and creating a safe internal space for headmates to process trauma memories and their own systemhood

Doesn’t front

Moon Knight (no specific source but is sometimes treated as or referred to as something more separate from other established alters)

A fragment that forms after the system separates from Khonshu, mainly displaying/spreading either feelings of anxiety and hopelessness, or feelings of anger

Formed from a piece of Marc that was always sure he was going to be stuck serving Khonshu forever, and who wasn’t able to move on after that reality was broken

He is solely Moon Knight, dehumanized from being anything else by his perception of being perpetually stuck in the role of Khonshu’s tool

He doesn’t think they’ll ever be free, and views himself as a monster, always stuck in the past, always stuck in Marc’s worst days in the suit

He rarely fronts, and doesn’t interact very often with other headmates, mostly sticking to himself or not really appearing at all, except in moments of either very high distress, or extreme joy at being free, where he can often blur with whoever’s fronting and either increase their anxieties, or pull back their enthusiasm

Jake is the one most aware of him, as he comes close to front pretty regularly while Jake is on missions with Khonshu

General trigger: in depth/extended talk of Khonshu

[holdmytesseract]

It's Okay To Be Scared

Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader

Summary: A 'slumber party' ends in a distaster for you and your son. Can Daryl save you two?

Warnings: usual twd stuff, walkers, weapons, angst, panic? fluff! Daryl being an amazing dad and husband

Set in Season 4!

Word Count: 2,5k

a/n: Here we go! 😄 This just randomly popped up in my head, when I watched this scene (I think you'll know which scene I mean.). I had to write it, hehe. ☺️ Also, Teddy's the cutest. I love him. 😍

Divider by my lovely friend @fictive-sl0th <3

Tagging: @km-ffluv @stitchintimefan @sweetpeapod @loz-3 @peaches1958 @fictive-sl0th @lou12346789 @bookofsecretjourneys @azanoni @fuseburner @hotgirlsshareaccounts @in-this-minute

Masterlist

"Mommy?" You turned your head at the sound of your five-year-old son's quiet, hesitant voice urging to your ears. "Hey, bud, what's up?" You smiled at the young boy, squatting down to be on an eye-level with him. The bright sun of Georgia shone through the barred windows of the C-Block, dipping the grey hallway in a soft yellow light. The sunrays got caught in the little boy's brown curls, causing them to shimmer. He may have inherited Daryl's hair colour, but not his actual hair. The kid definitely had your soft curls. Your eyes scanned your son's face and body. From his blue-grey eyes, which resembled his father's, over his little snub nose and rosy cheeks, all the way down his slightly too big clothes. His black t-shirt fitted him perfectly, but the jeans vest was definitely too big, just like his tattered and ripped jeans. You had to smile. He looked so much like his dad. Speaking of... "Where did you leave your daddy, huh? I thought you wanted to help him outside, checking the fences?" You wouldn't have let him join his dad, if you weren't aware that the boy was in the safest hands possible. He nodded, but looked at you with a sad and angsty expression. "Y-Yes, but... There were so many m-monsters, I-I got scared." Your expression softened, before you pulled the boy into a hug, "Oh baby..." and kissed his head.

It hadn't been easy for Teddy to understand, that the world was suddenly different now. Dangerous. Scary. He had been still a toddler when the world went to shit, but that didn't make it easier to explain. Why there was so much blood and death. Why there were suddenly scary looking people, who wanted to literally eat him. You and Daryl had a hard time adjusting Teddy to all of this. He had already seen so much. Things a kid should never see, but you couldn't change it. It wasn't in your hands. You never wanted this life for him, but it was how it was now.

Teddy looked up to his dad, of course, saw how Daryl helped the group, got food on the table and so on. His dad was his hero, without a doubt - and he wanted to be just like him. Be just as brave and fearless. The problem? Teddy was, after all still a child - and got scared very easily. Something he inherited from you. You were just the same, especially as a child and quite often even today. Some might say Teddy was a bit all bark and no bite - what you thought was quite cute. It was okay for him to be a child. He had to grow up into a man soon enough...

"You know that it's okay to be scared, yes? Always remember that, because being scared helps us sometimes. It's important." Teddy cuddled closer against your chest, both little arms wrapped tightly around you. "I-I know, but daddy's never scared..." You backed up from the hug, shaking your head. "Oh he is, Teddy. He's very good at hiding it." You said, running your hand through his long hair. It reached almost his shoulders by now. You could've cut it, of course, but Teddy looked way too sweet with longer hair. The boy nodded, although visibly not entirely convinced by your words and shuffled his feet nervously. "What was it you wanted to ask me, sweetie?" You decided to change the topic, distracting your son's mind from the walkers. It seemed to do the trick. Teddy smiled softly. "Can I stay at Nick's cell tonight?" Nick - one of the Woodbury kids and now Teddy's best friend. "Of course, bud. Does Nick's mama know?" Again, the boy nodded. "Uh.Huh... Nick said he's goin' to tell her." "Perfect." You smiled at him and stood up again. "Now go out play, while the sun's still out. I saw Patrick and Carl playing soccer outside. Maybe you can join, huh?" Teddy nodded, but tugged nervously on the red bandana around his neck, which his daddy had gifted him. There was something else occupying his mind. You could tell. "Is there something else, sweetie?" Once more he nodded, blue-grey eyes meeting yours again. "Can you, uh, stay with me tonight, mommy?" "At Nick's?" "Uh.Huh..." You smiled softly, tucking a few wild curls behind his ear. "I thought you are such a big boy already?" "Y-Yes, but... Please mommy..." Teddy looked at you with big, pleading eyes - and suddenly, you had a guess. "Are you having nightmares again?" The little boy nodded, grimacing, in order to suppress his tears. He tried so hard to be strong. "Oh no, I'm so sorry. Come here, baby." You opened your arms for Teddy again. An offer he took gladly. You lifted him up in your arms, not caring that he got pretty heavy for you to lift meanwhile. A few silent tears wetted your t-shirt. Teddy was plagued by nightmares almost regularly. He always had a hard time sleeping peacefully, but since the death took over the world, it became even harder for him - which was understandably. And whenever he woke up at night, afraid and crying from another nightmare, the only way to help Teddy was his dad. When Daryl wasn't here, you tried to help your son as well, but nobody was as helpful as his daddy.

"I'm coming with you tonight, okay?" Another nod. Teddy wasn't a child of many words - just like another important man in your life was. His small tear-stained cheeks glistened in the sun, causing your heart to ache. You knew exactly what you had to do now. "C'mon." You adjusted him on your arms, before you left the C-Block and made your way through the corridors out on the yard, eyes searching for your husband. Luckily, you found him pretty quick. He was preparing for the run he was about to go on, with Sasha, Glenn, Tyreese, Bob, Zack and Michonne. Daryl saw you approaching him, of course and was immediately alerted, since you were carrying Teddy. He wiped his dirty hands on a rug, stood up and met you on your way. "Hey, babe." Daryl looked at you and his boy, concerned. "Wha' happened?" "Nightmares," you mouthed, which was enough information for Daryl. He didn't need to know more. He placed a hand on the boy's back. "Hey, buddy, c'mere." Teddy didn't let himself tell that twice, unlocked his arms from around your neck and wrapped them around his father's, clinging to him for dear life. You gave Daryl a sorrow look, causing him to lean over to you and place a quick kiss on your cheek, "I got it." before he turned around and walked away with Teddy in his arms. Guess the run had to wait...

"Alright, baby, I'm going now, okay?" Daryl nodded from where he laid in the bed of the cell your small family shared, hands crossed behind his head. "Ya really wanna leave me alone tonight?" He almost pouted, causing you to giggle softly. Teddy wasn't your only child sometimes. "You know that Teddy asked me to, but you can join if you want." He scoffed at your words. "Nah, wouldn't wanna interrupt your girl's night." You giggled again and stepped over to him, in order to kiss him. "Love you." "Love ya, too." "Sleep tight, see you tomorrow." Daryl nodded, pulling you in for another kiss. "See ya." You grabbed your things, blew him a kiss and left the cell, tiptoeing down the dark corridors to cell block D. Little did you know, that staying with Teddy that night in the D-block was going to end in a disaster. A deathly disaster.

That night, you slept way too tight, to hear the soft snarling and growling of the polite and kind young man Patrick had once been, nor the heavy, slurping footsteps which passed the empty cell you were sleeping in, right beside the cell Teddy was sleeping in with Nick and Anne - his mom. You were completely exposed to the threat, lurking in the shadows of the night - but you didn't know it. Nobody knew it.

Daryl had been up quite early that day, just like Rick and Carl. He had just slipped into his beige shirt with the torn off sleeves, as he heard a loud noise ringing through the corridors, causing everyone which was still asleep to wake up - without a doubt. He furrowed his brows. It sounded like a... gunshot! Without hesitation, the archer grabbed his crossbow and stormed out of the cell, just like several others. Carol for example. "What was that?!" "Sounded like a gunshot." "Where from?!" Just after the words had left Carol's mouth, another gunshot was echoing through the walls. The answer of Carol's question was quickly answered, causing the man's eyes to widen and heart to run a hundred miles per hour. The D-Block. It came, without a doubt from the D-Block. "It comes from the D-Block." Daryl breathed out, before he started to run like a mad man, straight towards the block; Carol following him.

The scene he walked into wasn't one he hadn't seen before and yet it scared the shit out of him, because he knew that his wife and son were somewhere in the middle of it... There was blood everywhere. Dead and bitten men and women laid on the floor. The still living people ran around in panic, trying to flee from the walkers, which were trying to get another bite out of the people. There were screams and cries everywhere. "Shit!" The archer cursed, his mind immediately wandering to you and Teddy. He desperately hoped that the both of you were alright. Without wasting another second, he threw himself into the fray, killing every walker on his way. "Teddy! Y/N!" He screamed out, eyes frantically scanning his surroundings. It wasn't easy to overlook this chaos. "Daryl!" He heard Rick shouting at him. "I got it!" Signalling him, that he had the door situation under control. Not that Daryl cared about this in that moment. All he cared about was you and his son. Nevertheless, he gave Rick a short, hasty nod, before he continued his search.

"Teddy! Y/N!" He screamed from the top of his lungs through the loud noise. "Daddy!" Daryl heard a child scream out - his child. He would recognise Teddy's voice everywhere. "Teddy!" He yelled again, looking around to find him and point out where the voice was coming from. To his sheer luck he found him - just in time. The boy sat on the ground, crouched into a corner, crying, with a walker stumbling straight into his direction. Daryl's eyes widened in shock, but nevertheless he reacted fast, ran over and rammed his knife in the back of the walker's head, carelessly throwing the dead body aside. "Teddy!" The archer fell to his knees in front of his son, pulling his small, trembling body immediately close to his. "Are you okay?!" Daryl's eyes scanned Teddy's body for any bites or injuries. The small boy nodded, yes, and clung to his father, still crying. Daryl held him close to his body with his free arm, standing up again. "Teddy, where's your momma?!" "I-I dunno." Cried Teddy. Once again, Daryl looked around frantically, still not able to find you - but he found Carol. "Carol!" His best friend turned to face him. "Can ya take Teddy somewhere safe? I-I gotta find Y/N!" Carol nodded, of course, took the boy immediately in her arms. "You go with aunt Carol, okay? I'll go, find momma." Teddy cried even more, but let himself got carried out of danger from Carol. It broke Daryl's heart to leave his son like that, but he had to find you. "Y/N!" He ran to check the cells, killing another walker on his way. Remembering, that Nick's and Anne's cell was on the second floor, he was quick to run up the stairs, checking the upper cells as well. "Y/N!" "Daryl?!" He heard your voice calling out immediately, causing relief to wash over him. You were alive. He found you locked up in a cell, with a dead walker to your feet and another one in front of the barred door, trying to get its filthy hands on you. Daryl was quick to get disposed of the walker and opening the cell door with shaky hands. "Daryl!" You cried out, running into his arms. You were utterly rattled, covered in blood. "You okay, sunshine?!" Daryl asked you, strong arms keeping you close to his body. "Y-Yes, b-but I lost Teddy. I-I don't know where he is!" You cried, sobbing into your husband's shirt. "W-What if he's dead! Oh g-gods!" You felt how your knees gave in, but Daryl caught you. He immediately shook his head, trying to comfort you. "Hey, hey, hey, Y/N, stay with me, 's alright. I found him. He's alright. He's with Carol." "O-Our baby's o-okay?" "Yes, sunshine. He's safe. Teddy's safe." "O-Oh thank g-god... I-I was so afraid of him, b-but I couldn't leave to search for him. T-This walker had me trapped a-and- oh gods..." "Shh, shhh, it's okay, 'm here." Daryl's calming voice urged to your ears, despite the loud noise. "We gotta get you outta here." He said, before hoisting you up into his arms, carrying you bridal style down the corridor, the stair and past Rick. "You got this?!" Rick nodded. Glenn had joined the chaos as well in the meantime. "We got it! Look after your family!" Daryl gave Rick a thankful nod, before he left the horrendous scene and took you back to the C-Block.

The archer laid you down on the bed in your shared cell, before he called out for his friend. "Carol?" No minute later, she approached with a still shaking Teddy in her arms. "Did you find her?" Daryl nodded, taking Teddy back in his arms. "Thank god. She alright?" "Yeah, jus' quite rattled." Carol nodded in understanding. "I'll go, take care of the other survivors." "Thanks." "No need to thank me," she said, giving Daryl a small smile, before she left.

"Daddy... Where's mommy?" His son asked, voice trembling. "She's here, buddy. She's okay. We are all okay, alright? Everything's goin' ta be fine." His words seemed to calm down the boy a bit, but not as much as being back in his mother's embrace. Daryl stayed with you and Teddy for a long while, even after the boy had passed out from all the exhaustion, sleeping tightly. Hopefully without having nightmares...

Now Daryl sat behind you on the bed, while you leaned against his chest, hands intertwined. "What happened?" The archer asked in a quiet voice, eyes trained on the sleeping Teddy. You shrugged your shoulders. "I don't know, honestly. I was sleeping and suddenly I heard those screams. I got up quickly, looked outside - and there were walkers everywhere. People we knew, suddenly turned. Then everything became chaotic. I tried to react and look for Teddy, but then there were those two walkers..." You said, shaking your head at the vivid memory. "Do you know what happened? What caused this? Did Rick say something?" "Not yet, but we're gonna find out."

[ayerschaos]

Eye for an eye. No one is happy until everyone is. Why does everyone try to gaslight me into thinking I'm not in pain instead of listening to me! Theater kids are being sexualy harassed gaslit, and taken advantage of, rape victims are committing suicide, the Police didn't even consider such things a crime. If they're even considering suicide they've been though enough to consider it a crime. If sex is a Trigger than they don't even have a safe space to heal or figure out how THEY, NOT YOU, feel about sex and romance. This specific book is about people like them. An instead of respect people are treating the characters the same way abuses do. Like puppets they own that belong to them, that they can make do whatever they want, in the name of art, without consequences. The fighting in Theater is fake. The death in Theater is fake. The romance in Theater is fake. Why is sex out of all of these not fake?! If the body of an actor is worth protecting from physical pain then why is this different? Director probably don't expect actors to even HAVE BOUNDARYS they won't cross. You've made your fun, your hobbies, more important than human LIVES. I apologize for having such a hard time explaining this. But I'm fighting for justice. If you have a problem, it better be with my methods, not my goal. Also, DID fictives exist, I wouldn't sexualize or romanticize fictional characters just because you think they aren't real. They are. Not just in people's hearts, or an alternate universe, they are real. Them being real is a necessary coping mechanism. They need them, in order to survive. I don't see how it's unreasonable to give up something you don't need to save lives. Listen to there silence! It isn't supposed to be this quiet! Where are they?! Let there silence ring loudly. Don't let them die in silence just because they thought no one would listen if they spoke up.

[featheredartist]

stuff abt us (system)

SYSHOST:

Proxy: 🐍 / no proxy

Names: Zagreus / Cerbu / Eli / Robin /Nebu / Toz

Pronouns: he / astral / jade / coral / ocean / star / snap / death / asphodel (basically he/neos)

Requesting rules: no NSFW, no in//st, no p///philia or z//philia, no yandere stuff (its not okay to romantize toxic relationships and crimes guys !!!)

Requests are always open, just ask.

Uh hi I'm cerbu!! A therian teen who's transmasc and has ADHD. I'm v silly and use much abbreviations. I own three snakes and two cats :3 son of athena, and please, for the love of the gods, use tonetags when talking to me T^T I'm still getting used to Tumblr as of posting this. Also my theriotype is a lynx and I'm also a furry :]

Fandoms:

Monkie kid, wings of fire, warriors, pokemon, the Skybound saga, hunger games, and I've read all of Percy Jackson and The Olympians,, and im trying to get my hands on House of Hades (HoO). Im also playing Hades. Ive also dipped my toe into the tadc fandom, and ive been in the hazbin and helluva fandoms for a bit now.

Fictionkins:

-Snowkit (Warrior Cats)

-Fawnspots Kailo (oc, Riordanverse)

-Zagreus (Hades + THIS IS A SELFHOOD)

-Robin Ayou (Subnautica: Below Zero + selfhood)

-Macaque (Lego Monkie Kid)

F/o's:

-Megaera (Hades)

-Thanatos (Hades)

-AL-AN (Subnautica: Below Zero)

Copinglinks:

-Nico Di Angelo (Riordanverse)

-Gangle (TADC)

-Darkstalker (WOF)

-Queen Glory (WOF)

-Squirrelflight (Warrior Cats)

Synpaths:

-Kipo (KatAoWB)

-Cricket (WOF)

-c!Tubbo (DSMP)

-Sunny (WOF)

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PROTECTOR:

Name(s): Hera

Proxy: 🦚

Pronouns: She/Peafowl

Other Role(s): Fictive

Source: Lore Olympus

All About Hera:

🦚Greetings. I am Hera, and I am the other person you'll see the most often. I can't wait to meet you all, mortals are so fascinating.

___

PERSECUTOR:

Name: Chav

Proxy: 🇬🇧

Pronouns: He/Fae

Other Role(s): Factive.

All About Chav: N/A.

[fictionkinfessions]

Tw: graphic mention of the bite of 83, child death I. I. I had a mem dream about the bite. And just. How everything went down. I wasn’t. I wasn’t as far away from them as the games showed. I was distracted but. I was much closer. I heard. I heard everything happen. Everything once the head just. Clamped onto Evans skull that is. The scream. The crunch. The squish. The blood spray. I remember immediately looking over as soon the crunch and squishy were heard. My heart stopped right then and there. Everything did. I ran there as fast as I could screaming for everything to stop. I ordered everyone but my family and Henry to leave. All of them. Even the kids Mike was hanging with to just. Leave. Henry turned off everything on stage and helped me open fredbears jaw. Oh. Oh god my stomach churned at what I saw. I fought to keep my lunch up. We got Evans head or what was left of it out. I ordered Michael to get towels out of the kitchen. I wrapped his heavily bleeding half head into the towels as best as I could to try to stifle the bleeding. It was a very silent drive to the hospital. Mike kept staring ahead looking like a soldier at war with a thousand yard stare. Elizabeth was crying the entire time and I was completely in silence too shaken up to process a fucking thing. Evan…Evan died not too long after he was put in his hospital room. I never left his side nor did the others. Jesus Christ did my heart drop when I heard the flatline. From my throat to my stomach. Henry just. Held me as I let out all the sobs I had being holding back. I. Just. I. -William Afton fictive 🟣

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[walking-fnaf-encyclopedia]

That's so real- our fictives tend to influence that stuff for me too, like my danganronpa AU having influences from my Junko and Makoto (villain and hero of danganronpa) headmates, but I think Sophie (from The Walten Files which is what TWF is) is the only one who's rlly made an AU of her own.

In my swap AU, basically, the order and circumstances surrounding each death are switched, and the killer is... kind of different as well. My current thought process is that William murdered Sammy- he hadn't intended to kill him, but he more or less beat him until he died from a traumatic injury- but he didn't kill any of the other kids. Instead, Henry, desperate to bring his son back, killed all the missing children. Elizabeth was still killed by Baby, but this incident was caused by the well meaning but unaware older brother Cassidy (crying child) leaving her alone in just the wrong moment and panicking and protecting himself instead of her. He later gets springlocked in Spring Bonnie. Spring Bonnie and Fredbear were actually from a totally different sister location. Michael was kind of an. extra murder on top of everything else just to take everything away from William but idk who he'd possess. Puppet maybe? Its weird creepy design feels up his alley.

The band in this AU is fronted by Baby. Freddy is a more or less scrapped character barely used for shows if at all, and as such, Susie is stuck in the back most of the time. Chica, Bonnie and Foxy make up the rest of the band, and Gabriel takes over Chica where Jeremy is Foxy and Fritz is Bonnie.)

All of this.. disaster leaves Charlie alive, and Charlie was actually childhood friends with several of those kids, including Elizabeth. She has genuinely no idea what happened to all of her friends, and has carried that with her, hoping that one day she might be able to track down Elizabeth and figure out if she's actually still alive. Which she is not, and Baby, angry at Charlie for her father's actions, really.. rubs this in. On the other hand, Cassidy is being manipulated with his own fear into being on Henry's side.

This is one of my less developed AUs (my two main aus have a RIDICULOUS amount of lore) but here it is :D

ohhhh the walten files. ive never seen it shortened to that and havent watched anything related to it in a while so i didnt pick up on it lol

ohhh william killing sammy and then henry killing everyone else - thats good, love that!!

CASSIDY CRYING CHILD CASSIDY CRYING CHILD (<-has a cassidy crying child fictive)

the puppet being possessed by a character thats so drastly different from the original puppet is fascinating! and mike as a murdered has me curious 👀

poor susie, but baby getting to be the face of the band is cute! does her design - or the others’ designs - change to make them mesh better with each other? shed look kinda out of place with the og’s, hell even with the toys.

charlie being alive, and seemingly taking a similar role to og mike is neat!! and cassidy being manipulated UGH i love casskdy crying child it feels very. underexplored?? i feel like i never see it. i love evan crying child and his bestie cassidy but you can pry lonely cassidy crying child who blames their dad for their death more than they do michael out of my cold dead hands

LOVE this au!!! thanks for sharing!!! if there are any yall want to talk about in detail - or any of my aus you want to ask about in detail - go ahead! sorry that this answer took longer, lol

also HAPPY FNAF MOVIE BIRTHDAY!!!! hope you guys get to go see it if you want!!!