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[chloesimaginationthings]

Poppy playtime got a guy worse than William Afton

[mo-mode]

[yelrabmena]

fnaf analog horror series where each episode is just 20 minutes of william afton kicking puppies, stealing candies from and popping balloons of small children, causing 9/11 sixteen years earlier (he does it again on the correct date later on don't worry) , all including a loud screaming audio for everytime he does something evil that goes for longer than it should. Also Freddy's barely if is important except for it being where he does the evil and there being a fazbear branded plane

at least 10 videos, each by different people, will be made for each episode talking about how it's "the scariest fnaf content ever made" and "made fnaf ACTUALLY SCARY again!!!" while the thumbnail is something like a monochrome photo of the twin towers with a fucked up looking springtrap facing the viewer with "HE DESTROYED THEM" written in bold, big red text

[uruwashi-no-nightingale]

update was literally devastating

[thirdwheelravi]

sorry I’m actually not chill at all and I am pissed off because if you think “a woman who survived a violently abusive relationship can’t be trusted to give romantic advice” is anywhere near a reasonable thing to say GET FUCKING HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[nell0-0]

I caved and ended up drawing some designs for a links meet au I've been working on, so here are: Mask, Ravio (+ bunny Oracle), Sol (from Soldier) and Tune!

Ravio may not look as goofy but that's because of culture shock between Hyrule and Lorule. Poor guy does not realize this at first

Not that Mask helps much, but there's that

Part 2 with the rest of the designs -> HERE

[moeblob]

Their designs are literally stunning to me.

[neongalaxiie]

Hero came to a sliding stop just as the office building crumbled to the ground. Dust and screams filled the air, and everyone was running for their lives. Hero examined from a distance the remains of the building for anything that could be salvaged, but the explosion had ruined it entirely.

Then they heard Villain's undeniable cackle, and Hero's heart stopped and dropped to their stomach. Dread? It couldn't be, but why, oh, why did it have to be them?

Hero's half-dead heart rose from its own ashes, reignited, and a bubbling frustration mounted up alongside it. Hero stomped their foot on the asphalt.

Why?

WHY?

Hero stomped again and again, turned and kicked over a trash can, raised their hands to their head, and let out a guttural scream.

Terrible. That last fight was just absolute, dogshit, terrible.

Villain's obnoxious cackle overpowered the thoughts in Hero's head, and the latter straightened up, attempting to regain their composure. They puffed out a breath.

It'll be fine. This fight will be fine.

"Oh, Hero," Villain singsonged, which just managed to wind up Hero even more. Their enemy emerged from the smoke, tossing and catching a glowing, blue bomb. Their teeth glinted in the sunlight. "Have you come out to play?"

Hero resisted the urge to bare their teeth, twitching their lips instead. "I don't play games, Villain. You're gonna pay for what happened last time."

"Oh, that's right. Last time," Villain laughed, almost dropping their bomb and setting off Hero's anxiety. "You know, I had so much fun, I was hoping we could reenact it for old times' sake."

Hero muttered, "Not gonna happen." In the time it took for the bomb to land back in Villain's palm, Hero had disappeared, and had Villain in a chokehold. The bomb dissipated.

Villain gasped for breath and elbowed Hero in the chest, knocking out their wind and leaving them both sprawled on the ground.

"I..." Villain wheezed. "I'm gonna tell Mom."

"Well, I'm gonna tell Dad," Hero coughed. "That you blew up a freaking building!"

"I got the stupid people out first!"

"I don't care!"

The cops arrived two minutes later to the two siblings still bickering. Needless to say, their parents were not disappointed in either Hero nor Villain, but their older sibling Superhero, who should have "been the responsible one" and "dealt with it as such". Superhero was not impressed.

[whatwhywhowherewhen]

SVSSS au in which in denial trans woman Shen Yuan transmigrates into a not medically but very much always has been socially transitioned trans man Shen Qingqiu. Shen Yuan internalized transphobia double reach-arounds him(...her?)self into coming out to all the Peak Lords and the sect and the cultivation world because "he" (she?) can't just not reveal the Scum Villain was a woman all along?! What a plot twist that is definitely the most important and relevant thing.... she... is meant to discover. System: *side eyes*

They do not have transphobia in PIDW, but the only person who knows Shen Qingqiu isn't cis is Yue Qingyuan. The Peak Lords all think Shen Qingqiu has just come out as a trans woman, and are mostly just surprised Shen Qingqiu has a gender that isn't Rage and Spite. Yue Qingyuan is surprised Xiao Jiu has switched genders??? Somehow?? Qi divinations can do that now???? Mu Qingfang is surprised when Shen Qingqiu refuses the Ever Blossoming Transformation Peony on the basis of "of course not! Haven't I already said I have one of... those things..." and now neither Mu Qingfang or Shen Yuan have any idea what conversation they're having

Shen Yuan expects this to massively change the plot, and is actually prepared when Binghe goes goo-goo eyed. However, she fully believes she will be a plot-relevant but mostly ignored redeemed villain wife, and is still shocked when Binghe is heartbroken and pleading rather than just betrayed and seductive. "Binghe why do you care more about this old crone than all the pretty little sisters vying for your attention huh?!?! And if you want me so bad why am I still in the dungeon!?" The treatment (which she doesn't know is how Binghe acts when actually hurt and caring about a person rather than just wanting to win) leads her to fear she might have imagined Binghe's feelings and have an angst session about it, leading to the escape attempt and the self-sacrifice

She also has to contend with sexism and heteronormativity in the trial. Every motivation is attributed to romance and irrationality. Shen Qingqiu is being accused of being in love with Qiu Jianluo and murdering him out of jealousy when she was engaged to Qiu Haitang instead. Shen Yuan: "that doesn't sound right but I don't know enough about Shen Jiu to argue"

During the years when Binghe's in the abyss, Yue Qingyuan tries to talk to her about what she's comfortable with now compared to before the "qi divination", during which she gets the big hint that Shen Jiu was not, in fact, secretly a woman. Confirmation comes from a chaotic and mutually politically incorrect conversation with Shang Qinghua (tentatively, he would be a trans man in his first life who was happy with his gender presentation, but cis in the second. He feels weird about it and is on his own journey to realize gender identity and presentation do not have to match up to societal expectations. He/him gender-exploring queen.)

Shen Yuan, rather than having to accept being gay with and for the protagonist, has to accept that she is a woman even though the Scum Villain wasn't. She still grows a mushroom body with Shang Qinghua, meant to look like "Shen Yuan The Boy", in order to get back to her "real" gender (and escape all the awkwardness of Being Perceived, both as Shen Jiu (oof) and as a woman (which she really is? Isn't? Can't be??? (...always was?))). As "peerles cucumber", she then has to accept it doesn't feel right anymore, and with some deeper reflection maybe never did (but that's just because [excuse excuse excuse]!!!). Anyway she willingly returns to the Shen Qingqiu body to live as a woman, peak lord, and the only wife of Luo Binghe. The end is just her beginning.

All this chaos and Shen Jiu is just in the modern world staring at the "Peerless Cucumber" like "...nice"

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[overtake]

I’m sorry we need about 5k more words of mechanic Daniel driver max pls and ty!!!

Part One

I’m actually so shocked (but pleasantly surprised and honored!) by people enjoying this verse because I almost deleted it without posting. I don’t have 5k more, but I can offer 1.2k!

I still lowkey hate this - and you can definitely tell I have no vision for where this story would go, hence why it’s just harping on the same 3 details we already knew - but it’s all yours and I hope you have a good time reading it anyway :)

Five minutes into pretending to examine an engine instead of obsess over what Max said, Daniel breaks.

“Did you mention me to Max?” he asks Cyril, trying to come across casual.

Cyril looks at him disbelievingly. “Max Verstappen is in our garage and you think I talked about you at all?”

Daniel lifts a hand to his chest and feigns being shot. “People love me, you know. Guys are all over this.”

Cyril heaves out a long-suffering sigh. “Get to work, Daniel.”

Daniel’s lucky, given his condition, that everything is relatively routine today. He does three oil changes, and he could kiss those people’s feet for it.

He’s mentally preparing himself to slide under a car, wincing at much more congested he’ll be once he emerges again, when Max suddenly appears in the corner of the garage.

“Hello,” he says. He does a cute little half-wave to get Daniel’s attention.

“Hey,” Daniel says, straightening and rubbing his grimy hands on his thighs. “Cyril’s working on your car, so he’ll have any updates you need.”

“It’s not my car, just a rental,” Max dismisses. “No, I just have …” He cuts himself off, turns a sweet pink on the apples of his cheeks. “You sounded sick earlier and looked really pale. I brought you soup.”

He lifts a takeaway bag from the cafe down the street, which usually specializes in ten dollar lattes and sandwiches with names so cutesy, you have to practice five times to order without shame.

Daniel smiles at the idea of Max Verstappen, world champion, saying one of those horrible names for Daniel’s benefit. “You didn’t have to do that. Thank you. Let me pay you back.”

Max shakes his head. “It’s my thanks for fixing the car.”

Daniel raises his eyebrows. “So what soup did you get Cyril, who’s actually doing that?”

Max scrunches his nose in disgust. “You cannot expect me to say the name Noodle Nest Paradise more than one time.”

“How many times did you laugh trying to get that out?”

Max shudders. “I pretended to speak really bad English and just pointed at the menu.”

“So you could’ve ordered multiple,” Daniel points out. Max very blatantly pretends not to hear. He focuses instead on pulling a little bag from the order and holding it up proudly, smiling a crinkly-eyed smile.

“I got you crackers!”

Eating soup with Max Verstappen is an out of body experience.

Daniel’s been eating his soup over the coffee table in the office because it felt wrong to make Max sit at the grimy, wobbly table in the closet-sized corner of the garage where Daniel and Cyril usually change and scarf down meals. This, however, means they’re stuck together on the loveseat. Max’s expensive skinny jeans knock knees with Daniel’s greasy coveralls when they get too into the conversation.

Daniel knows he’s being a terrible conversationalist, especially at first. His normal easy charisma is buried somewhere in the pile of tissues he’s burning through. He’s basically just answering Max’s rapid-fire questions about his life, his job, his family, his non-existent partner (“do you have a girlfriend or boyfriend or anything?” Max had asked, and looked remarkably pleased by Daniel’s answer of no).

Daniel’s about 87% sure he’s being hit on right now. It’s a nice confidence booster given how much of a mess he looks, but it’s not like it matters. Max is Max, and Max is F1, and Max doesn’t live here.

He likes Max, though, the longer they talk. He likes his eagerness, his down-to-earth nature, his total lack of interest in discussing racing. Max delights in all Daniel’s behaviours that usually make people roll their eyes and wait for him to be done, whereas Max leans into Daniel’s dumb songs or drawn out jokes. He likes the long lashes that frame Max’s bright, happy eyes, and soft double chin he gets when he ducks his head into his laugh.

Daniel’s not sure how much time passes before Cyril comes in, but he knows his voice has faded to practically nothing, and he’s having to constantly turn to avoid coughing on Max.

Cyril’s timing is rather unfortunate, entering just as Daniel breaks into a particularly rough wheeze. Max is patting his back gently, which Cyril will definitely have words about later. Presently, however, he seems too concerned about Daniel’s wellbeing to lecture him about appropriate contact with famous customers.

“Daniel. Go home,” he orders, voice kind but firm. His tone leaves no room for argument, not that Daniel really wants to fight him on it. He’s enjoying this, but his brain and body feel as if they’re wading through a pool of thick custard.

“Are you okay to drive?” Max checks. His eyebrows are knitted in sweet concern, like Daniel actually might keel over and die in the ten-minute ride home.

“All good,” Daniel promises. He stands, then promptly has to collapse back onto the couch when black spots dot his vision.

“I’m driving you,” Cyril says firmly.

“I just stood up too fast.” Sure, he’s a little woozier than expected, but he could do this drive blindfolded and half-dead.

“I’ll drive you,” Max says. “I mean, Cyril has work to do, but I’m just sitting here.”

“How do I know you won’t kidnap me or steal my car?” Daniel rasps.

“He’s not worth kidnapping, and selling his car probably couldn’t cover an oil change for the kinds of cars you drive,” Cyril informs Max. He ignores Daniel’s protests, then pushes Daniel back down to the couch when he half-rises from it.

“Stay. I will get your keys and bag.”

The second Daniel’s brain understands that he’s off-duty, that it’s no longer expected to carry him through the day, it mostly blacks out, and everything is a blur from there.

He’s pretty confident Cyril steals his phone to call his mum, which is vaguely embarrassing but perhaps necessary given his current state. He knows Cyril gives Max directions to Daniel’s parents’ place instead of his own. He feels Max’s hands help him into the passenger seat, and he definitely mutters some fever-addled sentences on the drive. That’s about all he remembers until he wakes up in his childhood bed, shivering and sweating while his mum runs a hand through his hair and forces medicine down his throat, before he falls back asleep again.

When he finally comes to enough to make his way downstairs, he finds his parents seated at the kitchen table. His mum jumps up, forces him into a chair and fusses over him while simultaneously lecturing him about going to work sick. His dad just sits there, eyebrows half-raised, until Daniel is settled with food and water.

“So. You had an exciting day at work.”

He slides a piece of scrap paper across the table. There, under some advertisement for gardening services, is a scrawled message in red pen:

It was lovely to meet you (again). I hope the terribly named soup made you feel better! :)

- Max

Under his name, Max has scrawled a phone number.

Daniel runs his finger over the lines, feeling the imprint of each number that Max etched into the paper. It’s neatly written, far more cautious and intentional than the rest of the words, as if to ensure that no digit could be misread or smudged.

Daniel pauses, processes the full note, and double backs to the word ‘again.’

“Yeah,” Daniel croaks through the stabbing pains in his throat. He stares at the word harder, like it might reveal what the fuck Max means by again. “I guess today was pretty interesting.”

[cheruv-ii]

The ableism in this fandom is actually vile.

This shouldn't even be a QUESTION. Yes, disabilities transcend EVERY universe, if Brooklynn became an amputee at 18/19 in canon, she became an amputee in every universe no matter the circumstances. You do NOT erase a character's disability for the sake of plot or "would it be more interesting?"

On that topic, insinuating that an au would be more interesting if the disabled character was able bodied is disgusting, its grossly ableist and should not be something you consider. Brooklynn. Is. Disabled. You can write a different reason for her losing her arm in aus where dinosaurs aren't around, but you cannot write it out or push it back.

Also, referring to her pre-amputation as "whole" is also incredibly, once again, ableist. She is still whole, she is human, disabled people are not objects and they do not become less than after an amputation. Whether or not the words were purposeful they were still vile.

Ableism is so deeply engrained in every fandom (and honestly the media as well a lot of the time) and as a disabled person myself it's so goddamn tiring, I just want to be in a fandom or watch a show that doesn't make me feel subhuman because I'm not able bodied.

[luckthebard]

I’m probably going to make a longer post about this addressing a specific situation on my side blog, but I am completely over people who engage with intense, dark, adult, and violent media because of canon queer characters or couples and then throw a tantrum when those queer characters don’t have plot armor or the story doesn’t consist solely of them living in a fluffy rom com where nothing bad happens.

[amber-angel]

What's the POINT?????

I half expected Misty's fucking chocolate martini to be poisoned, that's how out of left field these stupid plotlines are getting

[nagipilled]

I've seen a lot of people saying things like 'Reo will leave blue loxk if Nagi leaves' after the leaks, but honestly. I don't think he will.

Cuz let's not forget that, unlike Nagi, his dream started as something individual, something for him and only him. Even if it eventually morphed to include Nagi, his dream still has that base of individuality. Because of this, it's much more important to him than it is to Nagi.

There's a huge difference in the way that him and Nagi perceive their shared 'dream'. For Nagi, he dreams of winning the World Cup with Reo because that's what Reo wants. It never holds any other meaning or importance to him besides that, and that's why he would've left blue lock if Reo never made it to the third selection. Reo is the base of his dream. Without Reo, there's nothing else to support it. Without Reo, Nagi's dream crumbles.

This is something we see from the very moment we get access to Nagi's perspective. Throughout the entire story, his motivation was always Reo, even during their fallout.

The same goes for Reo, but only to a certain degree. Different from Nagi, we're shown that Reo's actually able to move on from their duo and better his skills for himself. This is because even though Nagi is a huge part of his dream, he isn't the base of it. Without Nagi, Reo's dream can still exist because it has other support, said support being the thrill of having to work to get what he wants and building himself an identity outside of Mikage Corp. and his family.

Obviously, he cares about Nagi a lot, and he definitely will protest against him getting disqualified in the upcoming chapters - but he doesn't really need Nagi the same way Nagi needs him, at least not in terms of playing.

Reo's dream is something so incredibly important to him, and while Nagi does contribute a whole lot to his it, there's no use in destroying it all just because Nagi can no longer be a part of it. He still has something to support it and to keep him determined even without Nagi, so why would he give up now? It just doesn't seem like something plausible to me. Having Reo leave Blue Lock and throw away his dream just because Nagi locked off feels out of character.