#waylon forge

[wecouldvebeenbeautiful]

Thank you to @project-walrider for these absolutely perfect hero forge designs!!

Waylon and Eddie miniatures from multiple angles

[cranes-menagerie]

Since my artstyle is still developing and I wanted to give you guys some designs, I decided to use hero forge to make some designs,

That being said

HERE IS THE BEWARE THE BAT KILLER CROC

influenced by classic 80s clothing and such, enjoy^^

(obligatory mutual tag @standard-human @littlemissatlas @gay-trashcan-cat @mjtheartist04 )

[hyperion-catboy]

(sorry for the re-upload I made some changes) Here's Waylon! I didn't want to put him into the potato sack and thought this looks just nicer on him.

[shit-people-probably-didnt-say]

Crows Name Meanings because why not?

🐦‍⬛ Kaz:

Meaning: Destroyer of peace; One who declares peace; Child of peace or harmony

Kaz is an incredibly dynamic name popular for boys and has Slavic origins.

Kaz comes from the name Cassius, which means “hollow”, and was famously worn by one of the conspirators against Julius Caesar. This may be why it has gained the meaning “destroyer of peace.”

However, Kaz has an endearing connotation, too! In Japanese, Kaz comes from Kazuko, which means “harmony” and “child of peace.” This powerful title will find a home in a soul who is unafraid of forging their own, unique path.

Baby Kaz will undoubtedly stay true to themselves as they journey through life, carrying a remarkable presence everywhere they go.

🌺 Inej:

Meaning: Faithful, The faithful one

Inej is a girl's name of Spanish origin.

Meaning "faithful" or "the faithful one", this name is for the parent intending to raise baby in a life of faith.

🎲 Jesper:

Meaning: King of the treasure; Treasurer

Jesper is a masculine name of Danish, Dutch, and Persian origin.

A variant of the Persian name Jasper, this name translates to “King of the treasure” or “treasurer.” Wealth comes in many forms, whether it’s gold, knowledge, or moments with your loved ones.

Of course, baby is going to be a priceless new addition to your family. If you want to always remind baby how invaluable they are, the name Jesper makes for a bountiful choice.

🎼 Wylan:

Meaning: Wayside land; Crafting one; Brave in battle

Wylan offers a dapper appellation steeped in cool kid vibes. A form of Waylan and Waylon, masculine Wylan is a topographical name meaning “wayside land.” Wylan’s origins don’t stop there, as the name also has Germanic and Old Norse roots, where it derives from Wayland.

Wylan adopts the meaning “crafting one” from Wayland the Smith, a mythological master blacksmith who escaped the king’s custody by flying away with a winged cloak he crafted. He is mentioned in several Germanic and Old Norse poems, including the Old English classics, Waldere and Beowulf.

Wayland may also mean “brave in battle,” equipping baby with a warrior-worthy title. Not only is Wylan effortlessly chill for the cool-as-a-cucumbers, this handsome title comes steeped in ancient lore and ingenuity.

🫀Nina:

Meaning: Little girl

Nina is a girl’s name with various possible   origins, arguably the most well-known being Spanish.

Aptly meaning “little girl,” this simple title never seems to go out of style.

Sharing her name with the Incan goddess of fire, Nina can be inspired to let her flame burn bright. Also connected to a Babylonian goddess, there is no shortage of heavenly influences for this little girl.

🐺 Matthias:

Meaning: Gift of God; Bear

Matthias is a refreshing twist to the ancient masculine name Mathew sure to give baby a distinctive edge.

Emerging from the Hebrew Matityahu, meaning "gift of God," Matthias bears this definition with all the swagger of a rock star.

As much as Matthias seems to push against tradition, its very sound directly links it with the Ancient Greek translation of Matityahu, Mattathias, which pre-dates even Mathew.

Touring overseas to Celtic shores, Matthias finds an intriguing kinship with the Irish mathúin, which means "bear." A relic with a rugged appeal, as names go.

Matthias serves up stage presence before baby has even taken their first steps.

Do with this what you will

[flawofbeing]

tell us about your outlast oc <3

anon you’ve just awakened my neurons…

she’s called charlotte kinley, the worlds worst fbi agent who continuously goes against protocol for results and justice. she’s super reckless, puts herself in danger ALL of the time and through doing this has ostracised all of her coworkers.

the idea around her (specifically bc she was crafted for roleplay so it’s gonna take a slight difference on the actual outlast lore) is that she used her position in the fbi and her specialism in violent and organised crime to put tracks on certain journalists nationwide ultimately locking in on miles upshur. so she goes to mount massive to hopefully pull the entire place down y’know? kinda similar to what miles has going on

i also wanted to incorporate a piece of content that red barrels ultimately left out of the game (i’ll post the image below and also remember this is specifically crafted for a roleplay setting 😭) so she’d have a big role in helping miles navigate mount massive. in my mind the two forge a bond exacerbated by their circumstances

ofc like not everything goes to plan and during their shared escape attempts she ends up blinded in her right eye as well as gaining other general injuries. after the stuff with miles and the walrider she figures there’s not much else she can do for him, escapes and finds waylon in miles jeep- they escape together.

because of her injuries and her complete lack of care surrounding the operation, she’s discharged from the fbi and takes to her own kinda private investigation focused on mount massive. she’s forever changed and has a massive vengeance.

i’ll attach a painting ref i did of her and also the red barrels thing and my better worded basic lore for her too… thank you sm for asking

[wiredaughter]

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@tropetember #6: highschool au

camerashipping ☆ outlast ☆ religion critical ☆ school critical ☆ first kiss ☆ waylon park/miles upshur ☆ implied csa ☆ explosions ☆ be gay do crime and read it on ao3!

Light of the World

'That's the most disgusting thing I've heard in my life.'

'I know! Mate, I knew Loutermilch gave me the creeps, but...' Miles cut off, making a gagging face. 'It wasn't even him who got the nonce jokes right? It was father Sullivan.'

'For all I know it might be all of them.'

As soon as he said it, the idea made a shiver go through Waylon's spine, prompting Miles to wrap his leavers jumper around him. He gave him a grateful smile. The weather wasn't cold enough that he felt he was imposing and, on the other hand, it was a comforting weight; what with what he'd just learned about that kid's death. The kid.

'Wait, how's Lynn taking it?'

'Better, now that she knows she didn't do it to herself. Angry as all hell, but better.' He flicked his cigarette into the football field. 'Now, Blake - her friend, he found her- is a different thing.'

'Found her? Yeah, I'd imagine.'

'It's not just that, he went along with Loutermilch's story until Lynn managed to get the truth from him. Now he feels guilty.'

Waylon hummed, a small smile managing it's way through his face. He knew Miles sister, who was simply unfamiliar with the concept of not getting her way. 'And didn't she say something?'

'Sure she did. Dragged Blake along and, when their homeroom teacher didn't listen, she camped outside the headteacher's office.'

'Reckon old Matthews wasn't thrilled about that.'

Miles started pacing, angrily. 'That senile old bastard. All understanding; of course it's hard to lose a friend, he said, but no reason to make up stories. He threatened to write her up for cutting class!' He lit another cigarette. 'Then she tried speaking with that counseling nun, yes? Well she said the official version was already out there.'

'Give me a cigarette.'

Miles arched a brow at this, but stopped his pacing to light it for him, eyes lingering on his friend's mouth as he took a drag. When he spoke, his words had lost their heat. 'How I wish they'd all burn.'

'We could burn them.' Waylon offered, stopping to cough at the smoke before continuing. 'We should burn them.'

Miles looked at him like he'd never seen him before. 'What do you mean?'

'I think we should make a bomb.'

🔥

'Are you sure this is gonna work?'

'Early admission to Berkeley, hello? It's gonna work.'

Miles swatted his head jokingly, getting a handful of crisps thrown at his face for his trouble. 'I'm so lucky to have a computer nerd for my best friend.'

'As am I that you're uncannily good at chemistry for someone that skipped half the classes.'

'Hey, if this works we'll all graduate by default anyway, won't we?'

'When this works.'

'Right.'

Evening was just setting in when Waylon got into the security camera in the gym where the PTA night was bound to start later that night. With baited breath, the lads watched as the staff poured in, readying everything.

'Are you sure he'll be there?'

It was Miles turn to sigh this time. 'How many years I've been forging your excuses? The old man will be there, I guarantee it.' He ate some crisps and continued. 'Made it look all official, lightly threatening.'

Waylon changed to the window showing the final draft of the letter they'd sent Jessica's father, asking him to arrive to the meeting before the other parents, going over it until Miles made him change back to the cameras. It was boring work but, leaning against each other in the abandoned observatory, neither minded that much. The building was old and unstable, but that never stopped couples to go there to make out so they figured it was a good enough place to watch the destruction from a distance.

'There he is! That's him!'

For a moment, they just looked at each other, at the Voip call waiting to be placed in the screen. Waylon got up, carrying the laptop, walked to the edge to have a better final view of St Sybil. The anticipation was like an electric current going through him. He sighed when Miles' hand came to rest against this small of his back. It felt familiar, even though he had never done something like that before.

'Together?' He asked. Miles nodded, and they hit enter, eyes fixated in the building as the gym area started crumbling into itself.

'YES! Yes! It worked!'

Waylon hadn't realised how much he'd loathed that school until its destruction was underway. Until he had Miles jumping by his side, cheering and laughing, with too much joy to be held inside. He, however, didn't cheer, didn't jump. With an exhilarated breath he let the computer fall to the ground, arms busy wrapping around his friend's neck, pressing an euphoric kiss against his lips. Miles, startled, laughed into the kiss but held him closer all the same, hiding his face against his neck. 'We did it, Way, it worked!'

Waylon held him there, a hand running through his hair, heart racing with Miles arms around his waist, as he let their victory wash over him in waves now, rather than the tsunami Miles was.

'Oh my gosh.'

They jumped at that, not breaking their embrace, but turning to the small figures looking on from the trapdoor.

'Lynn?' Miles' voice was bewildered, but still older brother enough that she climbed through, followed by Blake. 'What are you two doing here?'

The boy looked embarrassed, but Lynn merely stomped her foot. 'He' She pointed accusatorily at Blake 'Told me you guys were dating, and...'

'I asked if they were!'

'Whatever.'

'So you decided to make a bet out...' Blake insisted.

'Sellout!'

Waylon giggled at that, unable to hold back, considering. Miles gave him a dramatic look of betrayal before he moved apart to manage sister down, leaving him to this sort of hysteria by himself. Miles incensed speech was, however, cut short by Blake, who'd wandered along and was now holding the laptop, staring out of the building.

'Is that our school?'

Lynn was happy for the excuse to stop listening to her brother and ran up to him, turned around, mouth agape and eyes wild. 'Well, is it?'

Miles was, for once in his life, speechless; so Waylon pulled himself together, sort of. Still grinning like a maniac he threw his arms around. 'Surprise?'

Lynn's delighted squeal, her air punches, had him rolling his eyes. Of course she was Miles sister. She clapped Blake on the shoulder. 'Classes are cancelled tomorrow!'

This got a small laugh out of him, which had Lynn continue to list the good news they cannot flunk us on English now until they were both chuckling and voting for which classrooms would better be caught in the explosion while Miles and Waylon exchanged an amused look. The latter's watch beeped on the hour, which had him give Waylon's hand a squeeze before turning to the kids, toying with his keys.

'Alright now, who wants to get Sonic?'

[sweettoothedtrickster13]

⭐ and if i may, choose from one of the outlast fics? 👀

-mattstrahm

Ooooh, of course! (A real secret is that i never actually played the game, I just watched a few playthroughs and read the wiki but that's just a bonus one). I really should finish up on the run, though, thanks for mentioning it and letting me know people still care! This got longer than I anticipated, so the rest is going under a read more.

Jess is a lot of fun to write- she has such a different life experience to me. Actually, all of them do. It's just that jess and Eddie have more bite to them than Waylon does, even though Waylon is tougher than he seems. Waylon can just be a doormat at times though. I like his inner dialogue and emotions better than his actions, but jess's actions I like to write more than Waylon's inner life.

Once upon a time, I had the idea of killing off Jess in the asylum, actually during the cannibal scene. But it didn't work out that way and I figured the story would be better served with a happier ending.

There are a few lines I'm particularly proud of- one with Waylon's thoughts right after they get Eddie on their side, when he's thinking about the Labyrinth and how the beast is on his and Jess' side now.

I actually have a little scene that is a little too...poetic I guess is the best word, but it doesn't fit the rest of the story. So I can share it here!

"

Eddie is sitting on the swing under the big oak, a picture-perfect setting. He’s rocking himself slowly, toes dragging in the worn dirt beneath the swing. Jess walks up and stands next to him. They’re silent for a time.

“Am I a good man,” Eddie asks the air.

“No,” Jess replies. Eddie nods and looks down. “But you could be. After all of this, after we get rid of Murkoff, after we all get some serious professional help…you could be. You have to apologize to all the families. You have to beg them for forgiveness. You have to repent. But yes. You could be a good man. Eventually.”

That comforts Eddie. And so the pair sit in the shade of the tree."

There's also another little thing that I probably won't put in-

"They have an understanding, Eddie and Jess. When she wakes up with a scream trapped in her throat, she goes to him. Eddie makes room for her. They don’t hold hands. They don’t touch. He doesn’t say any words to comfort her, because nothing he could say or do would help her at all. But he can just be there. So he does. And she appreciates it."

I feel like it develops their completely platonic relationship. They're friends, forged by common backgrounds and current circumstances. Their friendship is a hard one, but they have each other's backs. Like, Jess isn't afraid to call Eddie on his shit and doesn't sugarcoat, and Eddie knows what to do to get her out of her head.

I just really like writing characters, and sometimes I know that gets in the way of plot.

That got a little rambly, lmao. But if you (or anyone!) have more questions, my ask box is open for a reason. I'm happy to talk shop, even though I'm almost never sure of why I chose the wording I chose.

Thanks for the ask!

[5-7-9]

Okay I’ll just make my own original post, I can’t keep reblogging in the tags…

Batfam VS Gotham Rogues as narrative foils.

So Dick VS Harley are foils because they’re both acrobatics, duh. But also because Harley has a complicated loving relationship with Joker, similar to Dick’s and Bruce’s. They both forged a new identity as a way to separate themselves from Batman/Joker, but they keep going back.

Jason VS Bane or Croc because they are all against cops.

Bane was incarcerated for his father’s rebellion, but he took himself in stride by trying to conquer all that stands in his way as a criminal, while Jason also tried living up to his father’s sacrifice but in vigilantism instead. Waylon was always feared and mocked for looking unnatural, to the point where his only career path was either being a freak in a circus cage, or crime. While Jason and his dad also had to do crime, Jason was lucky a rich guy adopted him so economic status stopped being an issue, although he still holds resentment. Harvey is a different case. Harvey tried working within the law, like how Jason tried working within vigilantism. Both of them found issues within their own rules, and then adapted to more villainous tendencies. They don’t really differ here actually… maybe in Harvs case he does constantly want to be redeemed and failing, while Jason doesn’t want to be redeemed but keeps getting redeemed anyways.

Tim VS Clayface because they both struggle with finding identities. In my personal meta analysis, Clay adopts personas as a way to be more liked, like how Tim wanted to feel needed in becoming Robin. (I feel like I could do better but this is all I got (for now?). At first I thought Riddler but then I gave it to another person and I just don’t feel like sharing the characters).

Damian VS Deathstroke because they both come from a fighting raised background, duh. But obviously one continued to kill out of pride while the other stopped killing out of (his father’s) honour.

Barbara VS Riddler because both are really good at computer hacking, duh. But also because they both wanted their capabilities to be acknowledged, so they went out of their way to become a villain/vigilante to prove it.

Stephanie VS Killer Moth. (Funnily enough Mothy used to be Barbara’s nemesis, but I feel like there’s some underlining offensiveness reasons as to why a girl’s nemesis is always treated as a joke? Idk). (At first I also considered Riddler because her father was his low budget knockoff version of him but I reconsidered). Moth decided to help criminals out of pettiness of Batman constantly beating them up, similar to how Steph decided to ruin her father’s plans for spite (like obviously for deeper reasons but that way of handling it was definitely petty). Now I’m totally imagining them coming up with plans to ruin the others plans, constantly trying to one up the other, lol.

(Cassandra already has Wusan as a foil, but she doesn’t count as a batman rogue so…) Cassandra VS Poisen Ivy because they both were raised as their father’s experiments. While Ives came out of it hating humanity and used her powers to continue her passion of plants but for herself. While Cass came out of it caring about humanity (somehow) and used her skills to continue fighting but aligned with her morals. They seriously differ here, but in terms of their paths they followed a similar yet opposite reaction.

Harper VS Freeze because of their care for someone. Honestly too easy, I doubt anyone can fault for Freeze’s motivations so I won’t try pointing out a difference/disagreement. Their similar goals put them at odds anyways.

Duke VS Anarky because of the obvious accidental(?) metaphor for communism VS the literal representation for anarchism. I’m sure there’s enough debates already about this.

[notafraidofstopping876]

Literally just a compilation of Twilight behind the scenes photos that I’d never seen

[the-golden-onion]

mike grows up to be buttcrack santa 2.0

i am not taking any criticism at this time thank you

[paulxlahotee]

Waylon Forge (left) and Billy Black (right) on their annual camping trip to Mount Rainier National Park

- photo taken by Charlie Swan on a chilly August night in 1991

(the album)

[buttcrack-santa]

Me scouring Midnight Sun for the only passage I care about

WHAT WAS BUTTCRACK SANTA LISTENING TO ON HIS WALKMAN???? SMEYER HELLOOO????!?!??!!

[edwardcullenisace]

Can't believe that it's only last night that I made the connection between butt crack santa and the first on screen victim how am I this dumb

[repulsion]

[headinthestaticsky]

The Dusk Calls for Me, Jasper Hale x Fleur Swan: Chapter 9

AUTHORS NOTES: None of the characters in Twilight belong to me. All rights go to Stephenie Meyer.

“I go over every word you said to me Every single syllable I could repeat Certified to scuba dive in my memory”

Sawzall by: BANKS

“I can feel your heart beating out of your chest love.” Jasper said.

I couldn’t say anything, I just burrowed my in his neck and held him.

“I should go back there and rips those guy’s heads off.”

“N-no you shouldn’t.”

“You couldn’t hear what those, low lives were thinking.” 

“And you do?”

“Dammit Edward... you need to learn to keep your mouth shut.” I thought to myself.

“Well, it’s not hard to guess. Could you talk about something else? Distract me so I don’t turn back around.”

“Y-you should put your seat belt on.”

Edward laughed 

“You should put your seat beat on.”

I pulled my sweater tighter to me and took in a deep breath.

“Thank you.” I said

Jasper kissed my cheek and rubbed circles in on my side. We pulled up to the restaurant. I saw Jessica and Angela leaving, they both looked confused and worried.

“Where were you guys?” Jessica asked

“We called you like a 100 times but we never got an answer.” Angela said.

Before Bella and I could explain our selves, Edward and Jasper came up to them.

“Sorry to keep the girls from dinner, we all ran into each other and started talking.” Jasper said.

“Oh, that’s fine. Angela said.

“Yeah, it totally happens.” Jessica added.

“I think I should make sure Bella gets something to eat.” Edward said.

“Geez what am I chopped liver you jerk?” I thought to myself.

“Yeah, Fleur should probably get something too...” Jasper said and gave Edward a glare.

“Yeah, let’s go in and eat... I’ll see you guys on Monday.” I said.

“Yeah, see you Monday.” Jessica said.

We made our way inside the restaurant the atmosphere was warm and inviting. We made our way to a table in the back of the restaurant, the waitress was being quite flirty with Edward. The on Bella’s face made me want to laugh, the jealousy was seeping from it. Jasper sat next to me and draped his arm over my shoulder . It’s weight was comforting against me, he was using his Pathokinesis on me. I wasn’t complaining, the racing of my heart was beginning to drive me crazy.  The flirty waitress had come back with, our food coming along with her.

“Alright we have 1 mushroom ravioli, 1 chicken Alfredo, and 4 glasses of coke. Are you sure, I can’t get you two anything?” She asked.

“No.” Jasper said.

“No thank you.” Edward replied, his eyes not leaving Bella’s.

“Just let me know.” She said before leaving.

“You’re really not going to eat?” Bella asked.

“No, we’re on a special diet.”

“Alright enough with the games, you gotta give me some answers here.”

“Hmm, yes, no, maybe.” Jasper started.

“To get to the other side, 1.772...” Edward continued.

“I don’t want to know what the square root of Pi is.” Bella interrupted. 

 “You knew that?” Edward inquired.

“How did you and Jasper know where we were?”

“I didn’t.”

“Alright, let’s go Fleur. I’m sick of being lied to.”

“Wait... don’t go.”

Edward pulled Bella back down to her seat.

“I mean, did you follow us?”

“I feel very... protective of you. Jasper, of course is always protective over Fleur.”

“Sooo, you did follow us?”

“I was trying to keep a distance, but I knew you two needed my help. I then heard what those low lives were thinking and I just..”

“Wait, wait... you said you could hear what they’re thinking?” Bella interrupted again.

“You’re burying yourself here Edward.” I though to myself, his eyes glared at me for a second... I almost forgot he could read minds.

“I can read every mind in this... except for yours.” 

“Is something wrong with me?”

“Bella, I just said I could read minds, and you ask what is wrong with you?” Edward asked in shock.

“Well, what are people thinking then?”

“That guys right there with the goatee, Money.” He then started pointing out the other people in room.

“Sex, money, sex, cat but with you, I hear nothing.”

“I’m going to confess Bella, I don’t have the strength to stay away from you anymore.”

“Then don’t, you don’t have to anymore.” She said.

 After dinner, we were off on the road again only this time, the ride wasn’t as intense. I was dosing off in the back, my head on Jasper’s shoulder I was almost asleep when I heard Bella speak.

“Okay, I think I’m warm enough now.”

I heard Bella gasp before speaking again.

“Your hand is Ice cold.”

Edward didn’t say anything in return.

“Whoa what is going on? Dad’s still here Fleur.”

I opened my eyes in confusion, I saw we were at the police station.

“Our dad’s car is here as well.” Jasper said.

“What’s he doing here?”

“Could you pull in Edward?” I asked.

He obliged my request.

“Carlisle what’s going on?”

He sighed

“Waylon Forge was found in a boat near his place. I just examined his body”

My eyes widened

“He died?”

Carlisle just nodded.

“Maybe it was the same thing that killed that guard out in Mason.”

“You two should go in and see your father. Waylon was his friend.”

“You go ahead Bella, I need to talk to Jasper real quick.”

“Okay. I’ll see you around Edward, Jasper.” Bella said before going in the building.

I pulled Jasper away from Edward and Carlisle, wanting to talk to him in private.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

“Please don’t be mad at me, they’re somethings I haven’t told you about. Could you come by later on tonight. I’ll explain everything to you.” I said.

“Of course, I love you darlin, stay safe.” He said, he kissed my cheek and the hugged me.

“I will... love you too.”

I saw him leave with Edward and Carlisle, I just hoped he wasn’t hurt by the fact I was keeping things from him. I jogged to the police station door, my dad looked up at me with sad eyes.

“I’m so sorry dad.” I said, I gave him a short hug and then rubbed his back.

“Thanks Petal, Bella, Fleur could you do something for me?” He asked.

“Sure, what is it?” I said.

“I want you two to carry this.” He handed Bella and I a can of pepper spray. 

“This would’ve come in handy earlier.” I thought.

“Dad...” Bella said apprehensively.

“It’ll give your old man some peace of mind.”

Bella and I each took a can, putting it in our purses.

“Come you two, let’s go home.”

As soon as I got home I got ready for bed. I kissed by dad on the cheek and bid both Bella and him a goodnight. I the ran up to my room, my heart was pounding again. When I opened the door, Jasper was already there. He had a look of curiosity and concern on his face. 

“What’s going on?” He asked.

“...Where do I start?”

[regalbois]

3 and 9 for BtS

3. What's your favorite line of narration?

THIS IS HARD, I actually like a lot of what I've written for this fic. Buuut Chapter 11 is my favorite. This part is literally a Citizen Kane reference but if the show can do it so can I, also I spent like an entire day on this alone:

"He'd often seen the room boasting Monty's antiques. Fabergé eggs, ornate glass ornaments, porcelain vases; all gleaming, the likes of which he had never seen elsewhere save museums. He marveled at how much it must all be worth. Furthermore, why Monty even had all of this. What did it mean? What did it all amount to, aside from hundreds of thousands of dollars? The old man didn't care about any of this; he never spoke of it. And Waylon began to wonder: did Burns have any real interests? Aristocrats perplexed him; they lacked the combination of traits that served to make one human, at least at first glance. Monty was very human, so was Nigel, but it was clear they were born and bred for this peculiar role in life that their family had assigned to them: heir to a great fortune and legacy. How profoundly sad. Was any of this a token of Monty's past, as his stuffed bear had been? Or was it all just fragile oddments, meant to somehow piece together and spell out the meaning of an else-forged life? Smithers could only ponder, and nothing more."

9. Were there any alternate versions of this fic?

Kind of! Originally it was just going to be a one-shot, so Chapter 1 was going to be the only part to exist. I also have a couple outtakes that I plan on sharing when the fic is over that would have altered the pacing or given us a completely different pov. For instance, in Chapter 7 things originally got… suggestive, LOL. And Chapter 11 was originally going to be in Burns' pov but it worked so much better as Smithers' even tho I had to scrap a nice paragraph. Chapters 13 and 15 were originally going to be in the same chapter but worked much better with an interlude.

I do have some actual AUs in mind tho, and I hope to get around to them.