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Six Baudelaires AU, Part Three {AO3} {Masterlist} {Part One} {Part Two}

Chapter Thirty-Five → in which the Baudelaires plan a mutiny

Friday cried a little, though she tried to make sure the Baudelaires did not notice. They let her sit against the book cube with them, and Klaus managed to get one loose from the top. She sat on Violet’s lap, head against her shoulder, while Klaus flipped it open.

“You might like this one, Fri.” he said softly. “Fairytales.”

“Fairytales?” Friday asked in a quiet voice.

Klaus nodded. “Cinderella. East of the Sun and West of the Moon. The Juniper Tree. Little Match Girl- might skip that one, actually. Do you want to try to read it?”

Friday shut her eyes. “Maybe you could read it for a bit?”

Klaus nodded and smiled, and he flipped it open and read aloud for a little while. Friday remained curled up against Violet, while Lilac kept pushing her hair back and investigating the raft of books, and Nick held Soli and Sunny in his lap and bounced them a little. Babbitt was hopping around with the Incredibly Deadly Viper, scurrying between the waves in some kind of game. After a bit, Solitude crawled off Nick’s lap to join them, while Friday just laid against Violet.

After what seemed like hours, she fell asleep, but Klaus kept reading until the sky had grown too dark to continue. He shut the book, standing up to place it back on the raft. “I feel guilty.” he said. “She shouldn’t be alone.”

“She also shouldn’t be with those people.” Nick said.

“She’s not alone.” Lilac said, glancing down at the girl. “We’ll take care of her as long as we need to.”

“Can we do that?” Klaus asked.

“Well, we’ve taken care of each other.” Lilac sighed. “And we’re all still alive, aren’t we?”

“I guess we are.” Violet said. Then, quietly, she said, “Do you think something’s wrong with Kit?”

“I think she’s alright. Just tired.” Klaus said, peering up. “Except her ankle. That’s gotta hurt.”

“She can’t have come far on a boat of paper. She must have crashed nearby” Nick said. “I hope she wakes up soon, and tells us what happened to her.”

“We need to get her down here for a medical examination.” Lilac said. “Anyone think they can do that?”

“Get her down or examine her? Cause we can’t do either of those.” Klaus said.

“I have an idea.” they jumped as they heard Olaf, from his birdcage; he’d been sulking for a long time in silence. “Let me out and I’ll tell you what it is.”

“Not happening, fuckface.” Violet said.

“Suit yourself.” said Olaf. “But you know what? I bet those islanders won’t let you back onto Olaf-Land, now that you’ve recruited one of their own.”

“We didn’t recruit her, shit-for-brains.” Nick spat. “And we can find a way off this shelf before it floods. Maybe somewhere to watch you drown.”

“If it weren’t for you,” Klaus said. “We wouldn’t be on this fucking island in the first place.”

“Don’t be so sure of that.” Count Olaf curled his mouth into a smile. “Everything eventually washes up on these shores. Do you think you’re the first Baudelaires to find yourselves here?”

“What do you mean?” Sunny demanded.

“Let me out and I’ll tell you.”

“Don’t listen to him.” Lilac said to her siblings. “He’s trying to trick us.”

“Of course I’m trying to trick you!” Olaf cried. “That’s the way of the world, Baudelaires! Everybody runs around with their secrets and their schemes, trying to outwit everyone else. Ishmael outwitted me, and put me in this cage. But I know how to outwit him and all his islander friends. If you let me out, I can be king of Olaf-Land, and you six can be my new henchfolk.”

“No chance, dickfuck.” Nick said.

“We don’t want to be your henchfolk,” hissed Solitude, “We want to be safe.”

“Nowhere in the world is safe.” Olaf said.

“Shut up.” Violet said, a bit too loudly; Friday started to stir on her lap. “Shh, Fri, it’s okay, you can go back to sleep.”

“What…?” Friday blinked and rubbed her eyes.

“No, no, it’s okay, we’re just telling bastard man to fuck off.” Nick said.

“No, I can…” Friday sat up. “I shouldn’t be- we should find somewhere to go.”

“Are you cold?” Lilac asked. “We can try to find you a dress. We said we would, but someone should say here with Kit…”

“I’m okay.” Friday stood up, giving Violet a smile. She wandered over towards Olaf’s cage, looking at him curiously. “Are you comfortable?”

“Not especially.” he said.

“Hmm, alright.” Friday said. She glanced at the shelf beneath her. “You can see where the sheep were standing over here. I wonder if they knew what was going on.”

“Animals can be smart.” Solitude said, leaning on the Incredibly Deadly Viper as Babbit jumped down. “Like Babbitt.”

“Yes.” Friday giggled. “Babbitt’s very nice.”

Babbitt hopped over to her, jumping on her shoe a moment, and then they leapt down and started sniffing around.

“Oh!” Solitude jumped up. “They’re looking for something.”

She ran towards Friday, grabbing her hand as they watched the frog hop around. They stopped above something dark in the sand, and Friday and Solitude moved that way, kneeling beside it. Soli pulled it out, and said, “It’s an apple core.”

“We only have apples on the far side of the island.” Friday said confusedly. “Nobody would have an apple core that would end up here.”

“Are you sure?” Olaf laughed, and Friday jumped. “Because that’s just a few feet from where Ishmael was sitting. The dumb bastard dropped it from his sleeve.”

Friday shook her head. “No… Ishmael may be a jerk, but he- he can’t even get to the far side of the island, his feet don’t work.”

“That’s what you think.” Olaf said. “Every day while you idiots do all the work for him, he sneaks off to the far side of the island and eats apples. His feet are perfectly fine, he’s just a lazy ass.”

“No.” Friday shook her head. “No, he’s hurt, he-” she stared down at the apple, and slowly, Nick picked up Sunny, stood, and moved behind her to put a hand on her shoulder.

Violet and Lilac shared a look, and then approached the birdcage. “What is your plan?” Violet asked.

“Let me out of this cage and I’ll tell you.” Olaf said.

“Tell us first and maybe we’ll let you out.” said Klaus.

“Let me out first.”

“Tell us first.” Solitude said, tossing the apple core to the ground.

“I can argue with you all day.” Olaf said. “Let me out, or I’ll take my plan to my grave.”

“We can think of a plan without you.” Lilac said. “We’ve managed to escape plenty of difficult situations.”

“I have the only weapon that can threaten Ishmael and his supporters.” Olaf said.

“Omeros took your harpoon gun away, asshole.” Nick said.

“Not the harpoon gun, you dipshit.” Olaf said. “I’m talking about the Medusoid Mycelium.”

Solitude let out a shocked screech, stumbling back. Nick grabbed her with his free arm, while Sunny let out a cry and Violet and Lilac stepped back.

“The mushroom you said poisoned Soli?” Friday asked. “I thought you said that was lost in the storm.”

“It was. It’s gone.” Klaus said.

“I’m not really pregnant.” Olaf said with a caged grin. “The diving helmet containing the spores of the Medusoid Mycelium is hidden in this dress I’m wearing. If you let me out, I can threaten the entire colony with these deadly mushrooms. All those robed fools will be my slaves!”

“They’ll never agree to that!” snapped Friday, turning on the villain with angry eyes.

“Then I’ll smash the helmet open,” Olaf smirked, “And this whole island will be destroyed.”

“And we’ll be destroyed, too, dickfuck.” Klaus said.

“Yomhashoah,” Sunny said, putting a hand on Solitude’s shoulder, saying, “Never again.”

“We’ll escape on the outrigger, fool.” Olaf said.

“Don’t count on it.” Friday said. “We can use the boat to leave this island without threatening everyone. Anyone who wants to leave can.”

Olaf smirked at her, and Lilac quickly stepped in front of the young girl. “You still believe Ishmael lets people do whatever they want? He sure argued with you quite a bit, and only relented because you’ll drown tomorrow. He’s always in control.”

“How would you know?” Friday said. “You’ve only been here a few days!”

“Just like us.” Violet nodded.

“Just like you.” the villain repeated mockingly. “Do you think your pathetic history is the only story in the world? Do you think this island has just sat here in the sea, waiting for you to wash up on its shores? Do you think I just sat in my home in the city, waiting for you miserable orphans to stumble into my life?”

“Boswell,” Sunny said, meaning, “Your life doesn’t interest me,” and the Incredibly Deadly Viper hissed in agreement.

“I could tell you stories, Baudelaires.” Count Olaf said. “I could tell you secrets about people and places you’d never dream of.” He then turned, with a smirk, to Nick. “Isn’t that right? Or have you already told your dear siblings everything you’ve learned?”

Nick shut his eyes, shaking slightly. “You’re a monster, and we’ll never let you out.”

“Did you tell them the full story of the poison darts? Or-”

“You can shut the fuck up, or we’ll shove something in your mouth to gag you.” Violet said, putting an arm around Nick as Soli and Sunny hissed.

Olaf smirked. “Aw, do they know about your little Snicket-”

“We know,” Lilac snapped, giving him a glare that could burn mountains, “Exactly what we need to know.”

Olaf turned to look at her, and she met his gaze with a cold, hard look. And then she said, “Die out here. See if we care.” She turned to Friday, and said softly, “Do you want to try reading?”

Friday glanced down at where the apple core landed and nervously nodded, and Lilac took her hand and led her to the cube. But as Friday looked at the spines, they heard a coughing.

“Kit!” Lilac said.

The Baudelaires ran to the edge of the crate, looking up.

“Kit, you’re awake!” Violet called.

Very faintly, they heard her say, “Baudelaires? It’s really you?”

“It’s us!” Violet said.

“We’re here!” Solitude cheered.

“Where are we?” Kit asked.

The Baudelaires glanced to each other. “The island!” Friday called. “Or, more specifically, a coastal shelf.”

Kit sighed, apparently not noticing the new voice was unfamiliar to her. “Of course. I should have known I’d be here. Eventually, everything washes up on these shores.”

“Have you been here before?” Klaus asked.

“No,” Kit said, “But I’ve heard about it. My associates told me stories of its mechanical wonders, enormous library, and gourmet meals. Why, the day before I met you, Baudeaires, I shared Turkish coffee with an associate who was saying that he’d never had better Oysters Rockefeller than during his time on the island.”

“What the fuck?” Nick said.

The Baudelaires looked to each other, confused, as Friday said, “You must be on the wrong island. We don’t have anything here but our tents.”

Kit sat up a little, looking down, just enough to see the shapes beneath her; the Baudelaires could barely see her blurry face. “I guess that’s true.” she sighed. “Thursday did say the colony had suffered a schism.”

Friday was silent for a moment, shocked, and then she said, “Thursday?”

“Yes, my associate. He had to leave because he didn’t agree with the new leadership, or something.”

“Thursday’s my father’s name.” Friday said, gripping tight onto Lilac’s arm and paling. “He’s dead. Not from a manatee, but-”

Kit shook her head. “No, I just had coffee with him. I told you-”

“He left the island?” Friday gasped.

Kit narrowed her eyes. “Baudelaires, who is that?”

“Her name is Friday.” Nick said. “How did you get here? Did you find the Quagmires?”

Kit hesitated. “Yes. We saw your smoke signal and knew the hotel wasn’t safe. I knew you wouldn’t fail me.”

Nick looked very, very angry. “We set. A hotel. On fire.” he said.

Kit bit her lip. “Well-”

“You sent us in there with no knowledge of the area, no idea what to do, and expected us to set shit on fire if it didn’t work out.” Nick said.

“Nick.” Lilac whispered. “Nick, she’s-”

“And now we’re stuck here with Count Olaf in a birdcage!” Nick said.

“And the Incredibly Deadly Viper.” Solitude pointed out.

Kit, who had been watching Nick with sad eyes, said, “I’m glad Ink is safe. Let me just come down-”

She gasped with pain, and Violet quickly said, “Don’t move! Your ankle is injured!”

“Both my feet have been injured.” Kti corrected ruefully, lying back down. “The telegram device fell on my legs when the submarine was attacked. I need your help, Baudelaires. I need to be someplace safe.”

“We’ll do everything we can.” Klaus said.

“Maybe we can move this raft to the island.” Violet said. “Sneak past the colonists- or Lilac and I could build a stretcher.”

Friday turned around, and then said quietly, “Or we could ask them.”

The Baudelaires followed her gaze, and saw flashlights on the horizon. As they watched, figures ran closer, and they saw the young face of Finn, and the older face of Erewhon, who was holding a basket.

“Finn!” Friday waved, and the young girl ran forwards and hugged her.

“Friday! Are you alright?” Finn asked.

“I’m fine. The Baudelaires are giving me books!” Friday cheered.

“We brought you some supper.” Erewhon said, holding out the basket. “We were concerned you might be hungry out here.”

“Is there enough for our friend?” Klaus asked. “She’s regained consciousness.”

“There’s enough for everyone.” Finn said. “So long as you keep it a secret that we came here. Ishmael might not think it was proper.”

“I’m surprised he didn’t forbid your flashlights.” Nick said coldly.

“He doesn’t forbid anything,” Finn said. “But he did suggest I let the sheep take it to the arboretum. Instead, I slipped it into my robe, as a secret, and Madame Nordoff has been secretly supplying me with batteries in exchange for my secretly teaching her how to yodel, which Ishmael says might frighten the other islanders.”

“And Miranda secretly slipped me this picnic basket,” Erewhon said, “In exchange for my secretly teaching her the backstroke, which Ishmael says is not the customary way to swim.”

“Mother did that?” Friday looked very confused. “She… she doesn’t seem the type to disobey Ishmael.”

“Well, all of us have secrets.” Finn said.

“Speaking of,” Erewhon said, “Turn the flashlight off. We don’t want to be seen from the island. We have one more secret to discuss.”

Finn flickered off the light, shadowing them in darkness, and Lilac said, “What’s going on?”

“Do you know the meaning of the word ‘mutiny’?” Finn asked.

“Yes.” Violet nodded nervously.

“I don’t.” Friday said.

“It’s when a group of people take action against a leader.” Klaus explained.

“A mutiny is going to take place at breakfast, instead of the Decision Day feast.” Erewhon said. “More and more colonists are getting sick and tired of the way things are going on the island, and Ishmael is the root of the trouble. When Decision Day arrives, we will force him aboard the outrigger after breakfast and push him out to sea as the coastal shelf floods.”

Friday gasped. “And you didn’t tell me?”

“We weren’t sure you could keep a secret.” Finn admitted. “But you seem to have been able to visit the Baudelaires secretly.”

Friday bit her lip. “But it’ll be unlikely Ishmael will survive, won’t it? He’ll be alone.”

“He won’t be.” Finn said. “If necessary, we’ll force his supporters out with him.”

“At breakfast,” Erewhon said, “We’ll find out who supports him and who doesn’t.”

“We’ll fight all day and night if we have to.” Finn said. “Everyone will choose sides.”

The children heard an enormous, sad sigh from the top of the raft of books. “A schism,” Kit said quietly.

“That’s why we’ve come to you, Baudelaires.” Erewhon said. “We need all the help we can get.”

The Baudelaires glanced at each other, and then Nick said, “What would we have to do?”

“We need you to break into the arboretum.” Finn said. “On the dangerous side of the island. All the forbidden items we’ve scavenged over the years should come very handy.”

“We hope to peacefully force Ishmael away,” Erewhon said, “But we’ll need weapons, just in case. Find or build us some weapons tonight, and bring them here before breakfast.”

“Weapons seems drastic.” Solitude said quietly.

Violet bit her lip. “Soli’s right. Ishmael may be a dick, but he hasn’t hurt anyone intentionally, like Count Assface over there.”

“He’s a cult leader, Violet.” Nick said.

“Nick-”

To their surprise, Friday said, “We’ll help.”

Lilac jumped. “Friday-”

“Ishmael can walk.” Friday spat. “He’s been sneaking off to the arboretum for the apples. He’s a liar, just like everyone else.”

Finn gasped, while Erewhon said, “Thank you, Friday. That will be useful for the mutiny.”

“Baudelaires!” Kit called, leaning over the top of the raft. “Don’t give these people weapons! I won’t hear of you putting your talents to such nefarious use. I’m sure the island can solve its difficulties without resorting to violence.”

“Did you solve your difficulties without resorting to violence?” Erewhon asked sharply. “Is that how you ended up shipwrecked on a raft of books?”

“My history is not important!” Kit said. “I’m worried about the Baudelaires.”

“And we’re worried about you.” Lilac said. “Finn, Erewhon, will you help get her to shore when we bring you your weapons?”

“Yes.” Finn nodded.

“And we’re not just worried about you, Kitkat.” Nick said. “We’re a bit worried that Ishmael’s started a brand new cult over here, because we keep running into that shit.”

“We’re sick of it.” Klaus said. “So we’ll help.”

“We’ll get your weapons,” Violet said, “And meet you here in the morning.”

“Baudelaires-” Kit began.

“We’ll be back soon, Kit.” Lilac said, looking sadly up at the raft.

Kit paused a moment, as if considering what to say. “I wish things were different.”

“So do we.” Sunny said.

Nick took Soli’s hand, and Klaus took Sunny’s, and Violet and Lilac took Friday’s, and the Incredibly Deadly Viper and Babbitt followed them off the beach.

#asoue #asoue netflix #a series of unfortunate events #six baudelaires au #asoue movie #six baudelaires official fic #the end #mine #my fanfic

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allow-me-to-speak · 7 years

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Book Rec List

I’m bored, home alone, and packing all my books. So here, have a list of book recommendations from yours truly!

Fantasy

Tuck Everlasting by Natalie Babbit

A young girl meets a family that gained eternal life after drinking from an enchanted spring, and is left to wonder whether living forever is a blessing or a curse. It’s a fantastic book that hurts your heart in 139 pages.

Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo

Six morally horrible people plan an impossible heist for selfish motivations. But the romances between the morally horrible people are somehow still very pure and wonderful. The plot also keeps you on the edge of your seat because you never have all of the information until the last possible second. And if you love fantasy worlds that include POC main characters and LGBTQ representation, this is the duology for you!

The Last Dragonlord by Joanne Bertin

Human/dragon shapeshifter romance with political intrigue. And really fun worldbuilding, too.

Green Rider by Kristen Britain

One of my favorite series. The overarching plot is wonderful, you genuinely care about all the characters, and this is one of those stories where “strong female characters” means both “well-rounded, well-developed females with agency” AND “kicks some serious ass”.

Artemis Fowl by Eoin Colfer

The protagonist is the villain. I wrote that correctly. Artemis Fowl is the villain. The entire series is about his personal journey from villain to hero, with all the beautiful and human mistakes throughout.

Also, it’s got fairies. With guns.

Dragon’s Milk by Susan Fletcher

A super fun (and quick-read) series about people smuggling dragons to safety in a world that is determined to destroy them. Also, lots of baby dragons. And dragons being dragons, and neither morally good nor evil. It’s wonderful.

Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett

The funniest fucking book I’ve ever read. God’s starting the apocalypse, but they’ve somehow managed to misplace the AntiChrist. And it just gets more insane.

Seraphina by Rachel Hartman

One of my favorite books of all time. It has a fascinating new take on dragons, genuinely fun political intrigue, romances you root for but aren’t the focus of the plot, and a half-dragon heroine that you absolutely fall in love with. And, if you make it to the second book, Shadow Scales, there is massive LGBTQ representation. I’m talking gay and bi characters, I’m talking trans characters, I’m talking people asking “How may I pronoun you?” and strongly-implied polyamorous relationships. And dragons. And plot twists.

Castaways of the Flying Dutchman by Brian Jacques

When the Flying Dutchman was cursed to roam the sea forever, a boy and his dog who were on board are spared from the curse due to their pure hearts, are washed ashore and granted eternal life and youth. Now they roam the world helping people and getting into adventures. Don’t let the fun fool you, though, it’s fucking heartbreaking. They really don’t skimp on the “we’re immortal so everyone we love dies” angle, and the “wow, this kid looks like he’s seen some shit”. Also the first book feels much more YA than the other two.

The Phantom Tollbooth by Norton Juster

I know it’s pretty much only known as middle-school assigned reading, but this book is clever, insightful, and absolutely fantastic. I definitely stood in line to get this book autographed in high school. A boy with no imagination is sent to a crazy world of unique perspectives and interesting insights to rescue Rhyme and Reason.

A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L’Engle

That book they made us all read in 5th grade that is actually all it’s cracked up to be. It’s absolutely trippy fantasy with a sci-fi edge to it, and the characters are so utterly endearing. Personally, my favorite is A Wind in the Door, but that’s book 2.

The Onion Girl by Charles de Lint

Contemporary fantasy at its absolute best. It’s modern urban fantasy that puts the fantastic in our world in such a wonderful and beautiful way. The best part is it’s also a story about dealing with physical disabilities, trauma, past abuse, self-healing, the complexity of forging and rekindling relationships with others when one is hurting, etc. Honestly, it’s just fucking awesome.

Dreams Underfoot by Charles de Lint

A book of short stories (all contemporary urban fantasy), and the best way to be introduced to Charles de Lint’s writing. So, if you want to read The Onion Girl but aren’t sure you’re ready for it yet. This is the first book I ever took a highlighter to.

Bridge to Terabithia by Katherine Paterson

Do you want to crush your heart and destroy your soul and cry like a baby in 128 pages? You’ll be happy you did.

Elantris by Brandon Sanderson

This is a standalone novel, and the best way to be introduced to Sanderson’s work. This book has phenomenal and complex worldbuilding, three-dimensional characters with agency you will fall in love with, and a book-long mystery that just blows you away when you figure out the answer. If you enjoy this book, you have to read Mistborn next.

Mistborn by Brandon Sanderson

Elantris on steroids. This is, without a doubt, the most fascinating worldbuilding I have ever encountered in literature. It’s so complicated, but completely logical, and the plot is so bewitching. And Sanderson can leave you as many clues as he wants - he will still blow your fucking mind when all the pieces come together at the end. The book takes a while to pick up the pace, but I swear to you it’s worth it.

Dealing with Dragons by Patricia Wrede

A princess gets bored, and decides to volunteer to be a dragon’s captive. Then she gets into a ton of adventures and ends up discovering a plot to overthrow the dragon government. It’s a lighthearted, quick and fun read, and Cimorene is my fucking hero.

Classics

Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

Oh God, read Pride and Prejudice. It’s my absolute favorite book.

Les Miserables by Victor Hugo

If you can, read the abridged copy. It’s kind of hard to find, so look for the one that was translated by Charles Wilbour and abridged by Paul Bénichou. It’s all the meat of the story and barely a third of the size.

Phantom of the Opera by Gaston Leroux

I mostly like it because it’s written from the rather limiting perspective of Raoul, which means you’re in the dark about the goings-on of the book until someone bothers to tell Raoul what’s happening. It’s actually a lot of fun.

Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier

A grim mystery wrapped up like a romance, where the second Mrs. de Winter is trying to discover what truly happened to her husband’s first wife. It’s by the woman who wrote The Birds (which you may know as the famous Hitchcock movie), if that clues you in to the vibe of the book.

I don’t really have enough classics on this list

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thestalkerbunny · 7 years

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Babbit

Stife specibus: umbrella kind, a parasol fits her image, it can be used as a shield or a spear when not just looking facny thief of rage: power, feeds on other negative emotions to strenghten herself, beocming faster thinking ,faster moving, stronger, more dextrous ect, althoguh her own negative emotion can cause it to leak out and weaken her, basiclly, the suffering games

Land of Games and Frustration : based on the gameshow aspect with the world being a giatn game board, a mix of various board games wiht little coherency, ei the world is made up of various hex abased island each with its own biome like settlers of catan, with sturcutresl ike generic game pieces(liek the ones form sorry) the denizens palacie being the board game spinner, which randomly spins casuing random shit to change ont he island, landing on a 1 might cause swarms of udnerlings to appear form nowhere, 4 might cause biomes or island locaitons to randomly shift, hence the frustration(also most of the puzzles are designed more ot be annoying then hard)

Nivano

strife specibus: canekind: uses them like a staff, usually stamping them on he gorund dramaticlly to change shti, alternatlyv cane whip ala bloodborne Prince of light: causes badluck to someone, can be more controlled once he gets used to it, causing specific unlucky events as long as there still reasonably possible and not straight up fucking over the person, ei he could cause a weeak floroign to fall out from udner someone but not a well kept one, he also coudlent just be “oh sure would be unlyucky if you had a heart attack” thats to direct, fittingly for a gameshow host he can basiclly control the environemnt, the world is his opsticle course

Land of flare and flash: land is a dessert, except instead of sand, its all glitter, everything about the land is more or less taking a genric land nad making it mettaton style over the top and fabulous, most of the consort villages have a stage for osme sort of entertianment, plays, fahsio nshows, singing contests, the rivers have sequins flaoting in them, any sort of equipemtns going to be place ina sutiably dramtic place(ei strong sword right next to the way overpowered enemy, so you cant get to it at first, and its hidden among worthless crap but gleems at the mmoment your about to loose so you can grab it and turn the tides, and of course the sword gem encrusted and gilded)

#Tsb submissions #Troll lands #REF #Antrolls #Fantrolls #submission

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bezazzled · 7 years

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BITCH one of my friends is got damn HO for drama lemme tell you some shit

OKAY SO this bitch. he messages me on facebook. and it goes like this

him: hey me: yo him: i wanna die me (trying to get him to leave me alone): ok so do i him: awesome glad to know we’re on the same page him: dad’s been a massive c**t and has been making me hear things

(probably bullshit)

him: thought about going to the hospital but am too afraid

i stopped replying there. and, before you tell me, “oh but babbit, he’s obviously in need of help,” let me tell you why i stopped replying. 1. he wants literally everyone to know about and listen to his problems. and when help is offered, he literally complains about how “that’s all people ever wanna do! is offer me pity!!!1!” 2. it’s the only thing he ever talks about. his problems. 3. i’ve literally been to his house! i met his dad and his stepmom! and they are both wonderful caring people i can never picture either of them yelling at him for existing like he says they do 4. i’ve had exes have to STARE HIM DOWN my first year at college because at the time i was the only person he’d talk to about his shit. and it not only drained my energy but made my own depression worse because when i tried to vent in return he dismissed me completely. 5. he’s perfectly fine when he’s not in a public setting.

(yes, that last fact had to be bolded. it’s important.)

now, i’m no expert and i’m not claiming to be. but i’ve come to believe that he’s malingering. for those that aren’t hip with psychology lingo: malingering is a term that refers to the act of exaggerating symptoms or problems to make it appear that someone has a mental illness (sometimes physical illness) that they just don’t have (or at least not as bad). granted, yes, there is the off chance that maybe this really is happening and maybe his mental illnesses really are that bad. but honestly, i’ve known this kid for five years. these more extreme symptoms are just now coming up with the introduction to college and its environment. and i think that, now that he’s not in a high school setting and he’s not constantly getting positive attention and reinforcements, he’s just looking for attention in any way he can.

#[[ ignore me i'm ranting ]]#malingering? //#death ment //#long post //#lost boy // ooc #caps //

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bones-of-a-rabbit · 3 months

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the babbit masterpost

HELLO welcome to the Babbit's Blog masterpost!!! On this post you'll find some fun facts about yours allegedly (me <33), some ref's for my different 'sona's, and a couple links to my fics and whatnot! Are you ready? No?? Excellent neither am i let's do this

Meet the Babbits!: the self-inserts/personas

the first ref is for my general/most commonly used persona, Babbit! They aren't really an anthro/furry as much as they are a humanoid with the head of a rabbit. I like to think of this one as the 'me' that's in my head- the purest form of my thoughts and feelings, but not the solid real-life me. The second ref is my self-insert persona, Rabbit, the one i picture using most often when i'm reading a fic or imagining a self-insert scenario lol. This one is like the me that people see and meet and speak to in real actual life, if that makes sense. It's the way I come across to people and all of the things I wish I could iron out of my crumpled up real-self <3 The third is a much more specific 'sona, Hazel, who started off as a FNaF:SB animatronic self-insert. She does have a backstory and lore now, which i think makes her more of an OC than a self-insert, but a lot of her is still me and a lot of what she experiences in her backstory is from my life/instills the same feelings that were taken away from things that happened to me, so I think she kinda counts enough to put a ref for her here sdkjfsdhfj (Why the different names?: makes things a little easier, and they hold meaning to me symbolically, I guess!)

Content!: Here's a short list of my various fics that will get updated as I create more! (it was, in reality, not fine.): FNaF Sun/Moon x Reader fanfic, gender neutral, for general audiences, fluff-fest, idiots to lovers "You're the new tech/repairman at the Fazbear Mega Pizzaplex, unfortunately. Your first task? To make the Daycare Attendant into two separate animatronics. It's an amazing opportunity, really, and there is nothing you love more than getting a chance to really work with such tech! The only bad part is that you don't know how to tell anyone that you just might be in over your head. (You are extremely in over your head.)" After Everything Was Fixed (but you were still broken): AU FNaF Sun/Moon x (Animatronic) Reader, gender neutral, read with caution, angst, harm to sentient robots, traumatized main character, hurt/comfort slow burn, romance slow burn "The virus was gone. Everyone was fixed. You had been put back together. It's a time for a new beginning, to do things right this time, to wash away the past and paint a better future. Their memories of the infection had- mercifully- been taken away from them. Yours had not. He doesn't understand why you try to avoid him. Even if you could tell him, you're not sure you would. You want to be his friend, but it's difficult; every time you see him, you remember the hundreds of times he killed you." A fic where you are a repairman-themed STAFFbot, taking place post-virus. In the past, Moon, infected by the virus, took delight in attacking and dismantling the reader during the night. Now, in the present, you find yourself burdened by the memories of the past while everyone around you has no recollection of the events. It gets more complicated as Sun and Moon, both now cleared of the virus, grow curious of you. This fic will follow a series of arcs, presently on arc one. For anyone curious, feel free to send an ask about the arcs in 'After Everything Was Fixed'! The Sun, the Moon, and the Blazing Comet (title subject to change): AU FNaF Sun/Moon/Eclipse x Reader, gender neutral, teen and up audiences, travel/journey, betrayal, hurt/comfort slowburn, reconciling, themes of breaking the mold, found family (TBA) Hold My Broken Hands (title subject to change): AU FNaF Sun/Moon x Reader, gender neutral, mature audiences, dark romance, dark comedy, severe bodily harm, mutilation, murder, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, lovesick (TBA)

My AU's!: i'm going to make a Babbit-AUs-Masterpost and then put the link here i swear, i just have so many im sorry jdfhsjdfhs (like more than twenty)

Fandoms!: I enjoy, have been in, made or make content for: Pokemon Undertale FNaF Creepypasta (YEAH I KNOW LET ME LIVE OKAY) My Little Pony (I KNOW OKAY LEAVE ME ALONE) Steven Universe Star Trek Warrior Cats i'm sure theres more but i just forgot everything i have ever liked wheeeeeze

Whomst the hell?: HI I'm Rabbit! Or Bones! Or Babbit! Or Avarice/Ava, if you want to go for a more legitimate-sounding name. I'm 24 years old, prefer to use they/them pronouns, and so, so incredibly ace. I've been drawing as long as I've had the ability to hold a pen, writing since I was in grade school, and being a plague to the ones around me since the beginning of time! If you've seen my art, its probably from the absolute mountain of fluffy-wuffy love-dovey (y/n) x Sundrop/Moondrop/Eclipse doodles I've been sharing for several years now sdfjhsdj. If you've heard of my fics, it was probably the one I made just for fun that's now turned into an actual fanfiction that I enjoy writing, the silly-lovey-fluff incarnate (it was, in reality, not fine.) !

Likes n Dislikes!: I'm a sucker for sap, fluff, and lots and lots of love-dovey bullshit! I also like stories about finding oneself and monsters being befriended or loved. I like space, aliens, robots, the odd and strange, injecting humanity into things not human, monsters, creatures, animals, the fae, concepts of spirits and karma and the afterlife, and more! I dislike 'fanservice', most anime tbh LOL it's not personal I just don't enjoy it im srry, FLY BABIES i know they have an actual name but i hate that word too pls just dont i will scream, sexually aggressive/forceful content/characters, being made to feel small, dumb, or trapped,

Other!: I have a pretty high gross-out tolerance! I also have a pretty high 'wow that's messed up huh' tolerance, in that sometimes I will just say stuff that's super grim or dark or messed up and not realize it lmao. I am full of random facts and anecdotes, especially weird or gross ones! sometimes i get on tangents that can go for actual hours so pls forgive that lol

WARNINGS: THIS BLOG MAY FEATURE CONTENT BASED ON/RELATED TO THEMES OF GUILT, CHILDHOOD LOSS, GRIEF, SELF HATRED, DISCONNECTION FROM REALITY/SELF, TRAUMA, AND SEVERE DEPRESSION/ANXIETY. YES I AM GETTING HELP. YES I AM OKAY. THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE AND UNDERSTANDING.

bonus persona: crybaby

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