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serickswrites · 14 days

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Make Me Your Villain II

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Warnings: referenced emotional manipulation, referenced death, referenced murder, grief, isolation

Liam teleported into the one place he would be safe, the one place that Jude would leave him be. As the decaying walls of the Haven materialized around him, Liam let out a sob. He had been lied to and manipulated for years. And people had died because of it. The Haven was in disrepair. The once resplendent estate of his family had fallen to ruin after a fire when Liam was eight killed both his mother and father and nearly took his life. Liam still had a burn scar on the back of his calf. A fire, Liam realized, Jude had likely started to kill him. And his father.

Liam’s father was a quiet, kind man. Liam was beginning to forget what his father’s voice sounded like, what his face looked like. He could remember his father’s eyes, the same eyes as his own, but not his hair color. Liam’s father had been a lightening wielder, and a powerful one at that. He could call lightening from the sky, pull it from the ground, and send it surging through the world. But he only ever used the power when there was a great need. Liam suspected that his father had given up his power when Liam’s mother came into the picture. Liam’s mother was his whole world. Liam adored her. But as he stood in the foyer, he realized that her face, too, was fading from his memory.

Liam wiped the tears from his cheeks. There was no point standing in the ruins of the place he had called home all those years ago trying desperately to remember the people who raised him. There was no point because they couldn’t help him, as much as he wished they could. The man who had raised him, the man who he thought was one of the best, the man he followed blindly for years, was evil. Jude had to be stopped. And the only way Liam could do that is by rebuilding the Haven first.

It took Liam hours to assess all the damage to the house. The east wing had smoke damage, but overall was habitable once it was cleaned. Between the three bedrooms, kitchen, library, and conservatory, Liam felt that it would be the easiest place to start. Liam was grateful that there was one bedroom and bathroom that was completely untouched. The west wing, on the other hand, needed more help. Two rooms—a sitting room and a bedroom—were mostly ash and blackened wood. Three rooms—the ballroom, bedroom, and dining room—were slightly better with severe smoke damage and partial burns. Liam shook his head. He needed help to repair these rooms.

He decided it wasn’t worth going out onto the grounds. Liam knew the pool, tennis courts, green house, labyrinth, and empty stables were unharmed. Though, they were probably in desperate maintenance needs, Liam didn’t really care. He had no one to share the grounds with.

No one.

Liam was alone. So completely and totally alone in this world. No family, no friends, no one. Liam was certain that Jude had probably already broken the news to the citizens of Hiraethian of his defection. Jude probably even blamed Liam for the recent uptick in crime and destruction. That wasn’t a lie, Liam had done those things. But he had thought they were the right thing. He had believed Jude so completely.

He couldn’t go back to Hiraethian for help. If he did, he was just as likely to be shot on sight or thrown in jail for crimes he didn’t commit. And so he would have to journey to the next town—a mid size city called Oxwell—to see if he could get help with the renovations. It wasn’t likely that a town four hours away would have heard of his crimes.

As Liam settled into the quiet, dark house, he tried not to let his mind drift to the betrayal he felt at Jude. How could he have been so stupid? He was a child of eight. Of course he believed the man who pulled him from the fire. Pulled him, but not his parents. Liam had clung to Jude in those early days. Following him everywhere. Jude had sent him to be alone in his new spartan bedroom. Liam had cried for hours, the shadows gathering around him. When Jude returned to find him, Liam’s shadows had struck. It was then that Jude took Liam to the gym in Sluagh to train. Liam spent days training. Years of his life dedicated to honing his shadows into lethal, powerful weapons.

When Liam turned fourteen, Jude sent him on his first solo mission. It had been such a roaring success—Liam had tracked down a bank robber and captured the man without any bloodshed. After that, Liam spent more time fighting crime—or so he thought—than anything else.

And so to find out it had all been a carefully crafted lie, broke Liam. Broke him more than he had the words for. He knew he had to fight back. Had to fight to save his city, his people. But for now, all he wanted to do was hide. And rebuild.

It took three weeks of teleporting back and forth between the Haven and Oxwell before Liam was able to find a contractor that was willing to travel four hours. Liam was sure his offer to double the contractor’s fee helped. It was just money. And he had plenty of it, though he realized in addition to lying to him for all those years, Jude had also been stealing from him, too.

It took four days of convincing himself that if he teleported the crew in, he might blow his cover. Teleportation was a rare ability, even among those with powers. Shadow wielding was even rarer. And so Liam offered, instead, to house the contractor and crew until the job was completed.

The east wing was restored in four months. In that time, Liam had worked up the courage to return to Hiraethian. Concealed by his shadows, Liam tracked Jude to city hall. He saw Jude meet with the mayor—a man who had commended and expressed undying gratitude for all of Liam’s service—and share a plan to hunt him—Liam—down and execute him for his crimes. Crimes Jude had committed. He realized even as he tried to convince the few civilians who saw through his shadows of Jude’s betrayal, no one would believe him. Jude was beloved. And he had struck first. Liam was the villain of the story. The source of all evil that plagued Hiraethian.

The west wing took another five months to restore. In that time, the contractor had brought in a crew to restore the grounds so at least Liam could enjoy the vast expanse of lands in his exile. Liam was relieved the project was done. Even if it meant he was alone once more. He needed space to think. Space to research. And space to plan on how he would take Jude down. Once and for all.

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nyrandrea · 2 years

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Motherhood

*le gasp* Oh my gosh, new fic?

I really enjoyed the character of Mommy Longlegs in Chapter 2 of Poppy Playtime so felt like diving a little deeper into it. Enjoy!

Also available to read here on Archive of our own!

Summary: As a new batch of orphans make their way into the Game Station, Mommy Longlegs takes notice of one quiet boy in particular...

Mommy loved all of her children, truly she did.

But recently she had been finding it more difficult to have any kind of real... connection with them since they came and went in a flash. Every day it was new faces and names; hairstyles and clothes; shapes and sizes. It was all becoming a bit of a blur, really.

She wasn’t even sure why she was here, in this wonderfully colorful yet painfully bleak place. There were...memories in there, somewhere, of laughter and screaming and yummy sweets and agonizing pain. But no matter how much she tried to focus; she just couldn’t pluck anything out of that plastic head of hers.

Which only left confusion and rage and—

“Hi kids! Welcome to the Game Station!”

Snapped out of her trance by the callout, Mommy immediately made for the train station and forced the corners of her lips upwards, hoping to make some resemblance of a warming smile as the next batch of children hopped off from the carriages.

Most of them just stood there in awe as they took in the grandeur of the hall, others had no hesitation in making a beeline for the soft-play area and punching the buttons of the cut-outs while a select few made their feelings be heard loud and clear by crying at the top of their lungs.

That was Mommy and Huggy’s cues to step in.

As she picked up and soothed a young boy, Mommy couldn’t help but glance up at the adults in white coats as they watched the children with beady eyes and hastily scribbled down on their notepads. It would be so easy just to reach up and tear those scribbling hands right out of their—

Mommy took a breath. She couldn’t. Not in front of the children.

The boy seemed to calm down and wanted to play on the swings, so Mommy let him down, patted his head and let him be on his way. Another nameless face to blend into the crowd that she would never see again.

Only he wouldn’t leave.

Mommy blinked as he grabbed her hand and tried to lead her to the playground and, as he ran ahead, didn’t seem to process that she wasn’t following. Only realizing when he stopped and saw that her arm had stretched all the way across the hall.

She didn’t even register the kids that were poking her elongated arm as her gaze was fixed solely on the boy. There was a whole range of expressions as he tried to process what was happening; first there was confusion, then fascination, and then of course the fear...

It always took her aback when kids were afraid of her stretchy limbs. She tried to show them that they were meant to be fun and silly and used in games like skipping rope. Now, she understood why the adults were afraid as she’d make a different kind of rope for them.

Mommy felt a tug and was surprised to see the young boy pulling to make her arm longer before swinging it from side to side, grinning from ear to ear as the others started to hop over it. Were...were they...?

“Candy, Candy, in a dish!” They started to sing in time to the swings, while others clapped along.

Beaming joyfully for the first time in years, Mommy couldn’t help but join in:

“How many pieces do you wish? 1...2...3...4!”

As they finished their song, the kids cheered and made a start for the other attractions.

Wait. Was that it?

Mommy’s heart plummeted and her free arm instinctively reached out to prevent them from leaving.

“W-Wait! Just one more go!” she pleaded, detesting the uncertainty in their eyes. Did they not want to play with her? Was it really that much of an ordeal? To make her happy? After everything she had went through for them?

“If you do, then you can get as many pieces of candy as you want!”

That seemed to sweeten the deal as the children glanced at each other and shrugged before going again. Though with a lot less enthusiasm this time.

Mommy watched the group stampede their way towards Candy Cat and demand their treats like she told them to, much to the dismay of the feline. Bribery was an easy way to get what you want, but it was sad that such cheap tactics had to be used.

She hadn’t even noticed the little boy from earlier had closed the gap between them, still holding her hand.

“Don’t...don’t you want some candy?” She asked, the break in her voice betraying her happy-go-lucky demeanour.

He shook his head, pointing towards the playground.

“Oh, that’s right, you wanted to play on the swings,” Mommy said as she ushered him along. “Go on then. Mommy will be right here if you need me.”

Shaking his head again, he pointed with new determination.

She frowned, wondering if the boy couldn’t talk or simply chose not to.

He frowned back, almost making Mommy chuckle a little, and then pointed at her. Such a gesture had the toy a little taken aback.

“You...want me to push you?”

Relief washed over the boy’s face as he nodded and pointed repeatedly. Mommy was almost mesmerized by the look of pure delight etched across his face and twinkle of triumph in his bright amber eyes. His hair brought on a hazy memory of golden wheat fields that swayed in the wind; a scent of sweet autumn leaves.

Her eyes trailed down to the sticker tag stuck to his yellow and blue striped shirt. ‘Isaac’ was hastily scribbled on it.

“Why, Mommy would love to, Isaac!”

Now it was his turn to be taken aback, a strange glazed look coming over his eyes as if his own name was foreign to him. Or perhaps he had never heard anyone actually say it. The thought made Mommy’s heart sink a little.

Deciding to snap him out of his little funk, the toy picked him up and placed him on the swing, thanking her lucky stars that it seemed to work as he started to swing his legs and looked at her expectantly.

“Okay, hang on tight!”

They played for what seemed like hours. Mommy hadn’t even bothered to check on anyone else because Isaac was the only one that gave her the attention she craved. He didn’t get bored and discard her like the rest of them did, he wouldn’t push boundaries and break the rules like they did, and he looked at her with those large doe eyes that silently pleaded for...she wasn’t sure what, but the other kids didn’t look at her quite so adoringly.

The perfect child.

“Where are your parents, Isaac? Your...mother?”

Mommy hadn’t meant to blurt out such an insensitive question, but she knew that the children who came here lacked a stable family life. The adults in the white coats made sure of that. For what reason, she wasn’t quite sure.

They were sitting on a play rug; the kind with colorful houses and tiny cars on roads weaved into a sort of neighbourhood. Isaac stiffened and shrugged before going back to his toys with a strange laser-like focus. The lion and lioness in his hands were butting heads with increased force.

Mommy picked up the tiny lion cub that lay nearby.

“Okay, so let’s pretend that this baby lion is you,” Mommy said. “Hi! My name is Isaac and I looooove you!”

Her high-pitched voice earned her a little giggle, and it was more than enough to make her feel a bit better about the conversation that she was about to attempt.

“This can be daddy lion,” she pointed, trying to ignore the boy’s flinch. “And mommy...lion.”

Strangely, the name left a sour taste in her mouth.

“And they all live here in this house,” Mommy picked one at random, pushing all the toys together. Isaac started to fidget a little; rubbing his hands together and focusing his attention on anything but the toys.

“Pay attention, Isaac,” she said, her voice firm but gentle enough not to spook him too much. It was a skill that had taken time and dedication to master, but it could be a useful tool when dealing with—or ordering around— the other toys.

“Now, it’s a lovely day outside! What does little Isaac like to do with his mommy and daddy?”

No answer.

“Does he...go to the park to play?”

A shake of the head.

“Well, how about the pond?” Mommy suggested, pushing the toys along. “To... feed the ducks!”

Shrug.

Sighing, Mommy looked back down to the rug. She was running out of places to go, perhaps this hadn’t been the most tactful of ideas. But these were the kinds of things parents did with their children, weren’t they? That was what she had heard from the other orphans.

She would relay these ideas to Daddy Longlegs; they often talked about what activities they should do with the other toys, if only to distract them from their pain and rage-inducing thoughts for only a moment.

Isaac slowly dragged himself across the rug and pulled the toys back towards the house. Mommy blinked for a moment, but quickly got the message, and observed.

The lion and lioness were tapping noses at first, as if they were kissing, and tending to the cub. The lion seemed to get less interested though, and tried pulling the lioness away, to which she seemed to refuse and stayed near the cub as if to guard him. Then they butted heads.

Harder.

And harder.

Until the mother’s head was bashed in and rolling along the rug.

“Oh, Isaac...,” was all Mommy could whisper.

But it wasn’t over. To wrap things up, Isaac tied a piece of string around the lion's plastic mane and held him up for Mommy to see.

All she saw were his glistening eyes.

“Oh sweetie , come here,” she said, wrapping her arms around Isaac and holding him up against her shoulder, with one hand on his head while the other rubbed circles along his back. Cooing and shushing as he started to sniff and whimper into her neck.

Good thing too, or else he would have seen the massive grin spread across her face.

She was ecstatic.

Obviously, it was a shame that the poor lad had to go through something so traumatic, but this was too good an opportunity to pass up.

“Isaac...,” she started tentatively as she lightly bounced him, praying to whatever God there was that her idea wouldn’t backfire horrifically.

“Can I be your mommy?”

The silence was deafening.

“I-I mean, nobody could replace your real mother,” she quickly added on in a panic. “But if you wanted to stay here, then I could take care of you! We could play games and eat candy and have lots and lots of—”

“I’m Stella and we’ve got three super duper fun games to play!”

“...fun,” she trailed off as she glared up at the speakers.

“These little tests show us just how crazy strong and smart you are! Follow Mommy Longlegs down the stairs and we’ll start by playing Musical Memory! See you in a bit!”

That woman. That woman. She always did this. Interrupting playtime. Ruining everything. Making the children nervous. So, of course it was up to Mommy to make everything better and force them down the stairs to do those stupid tests. They weren’t even fun. They were awful. Why did they have to do them? Maybe...maybe they didn’t have to. They could make a break for it. Mommy could hang the adults from their high and mighty walkway. Huggy could tear them to bits. They could. They...could...

Eyes stared at her from every direction. From the silent wide eyes of the children surrounding her to the narrowed eyes from above, the only sound a faint scratching of pen on paper.

The other toys had seemed to have read her mind as they looked to her for the go-ahead. One nod was all it took. A thin stream of drool trailed down Huggy’s furry chin. Candy Cat’s claws slowly unsheathed. Bron was the only one that appeared a little uneasy.

Issac's’ eyes were the most intense; they tore through to her very soul, begging for consolation and safety. To make everything alright. Like a mother should.

A massive grin spread across her face.

“Alright children! Let’s do what Stella says and follow Mommy to Musical Memory! We’re going to have oh so much fun!”

There was a collective sigh of relief as the children started to form a line while the adults hurried along to their respective posts to get ready for the test, their tinny footsteps echoing across the hall.

Their opportunity was gone.

Trying to ignore the disappointed stares that were being directed at her from her co-workers, Mommy let Isaac down and clasped his hand, bending her head down to his level.

“Don’t worry little Isaac,” she said, smiling when he grasped her hand even tighter. “You don’t need to give me an answer right now. How about we complete Stella’s games and then we can play together when we’re done, would that be alright?”

We’ll play forever...and... ever...and ever...as mother and son.

The boy considered it for a moment—as if he actually had a choice in the matter—and held out his pinky finger. Mommy caught on immediately and linked hers with his, almost engulfing the tiny, fragile digit.

“I pinky promise!”

XXX

As controversial as Mob games are, I can't help but love the whole concept and vibes of Poppy Playtime, especially that title screen music man it just /hits/ different. Anyhoo, I hope y'all enjoyed this little fic!

#poppy playtime #mommy long legs #orphans #huggy wuggy #fanfiction #My writing #tw referenced death #insert brooklyn nine-nine dog meme #that's it that's the fic

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queermentaldisaster · 15 days

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Rumor has it that the Riley family is cursed. First, their youngest son, kidnapped under mysterious circumstances. The nephew? Hit by a motorcycle that just happened to roll off the road. The oldest and his wife? Crashed into a tree that was in the middle of the asphalt. The father? Murdered in his hospital bed. The mother? Overdosed on pills she'd never had.

Task Force 141 knows the rumors. Who in the UK doesn't? One day, 141 is sent out to help a team in Las Almas called Los Vaqueros. Apparently, the Las Almas cartel is having a territory dispute with the neighboring city's cartel, the Zaragoza cartel. While Los Vaqueros is handling the Las Almas cartel with Gaz and Roach's help, Price and Soap go to handle the Zaragoza cartel. They go undercover, and discover someone with brown eyes and blond lashes, wearing a balaclava, being passed around like many of the blunts in that room.

Soap manages to get his hands on this person, who's clearly out of it. After some finagling, he manages to get them outside, wrapping them in his coat to provide them with some decency.

When they wake up, they're in a bed in the Los Vaqueros base. Soap asks them for their name and pronouns, and he introduces himself as Ghost.

#tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon #cw: sui mention #tw: mentions of death #tw: mentioned overdose #tw: implied/referenced drugging #call of duty #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #call of duty mw2 #ghoap au #ghoap #ghostsoap #soapghost #elo rambles

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winter-mornings · 2 years

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Operation Early Dawn

#dream smp #dream smp finale #tommyinnit #dsmp tommy #dsmp tommyinnit #dream smp tommy #dream smp tommyinnit #dsmp #tommyinnit fanart #dsmp fanart #dream smp fanart #dsmp spoilers #dream smp spoilers #tw: implied/referenced death #my art #original art

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mikodrawnnarratives · 3 months

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TW BLOOD

(bit ltr on)

TW REFERENCED CHARACTER DEATH

@naffeclipse

Part 1 | Part 2 | This is Part 3 | Extra

Gonna add some after comic shenanigans because I have thought of a LOT

It'll be linked as Extra

likely will be comprised of memes with maybe some serious

Long post under the cut!

And rambling right after like. a lot. jkfdjklsd

It’S DONE

Well besides the extras and memes I’ll include in another part that. I don’t know when I’ll finish. But stay tuned I’m gonna go ham. I can't wait to share the memes especially loll

Fair warning my rambling here gets a little all over the place so if I repeat myself. Sorry lol.

If I knew how to include a second read more I would

anyway , I think I've made this comic lighter towards the end of this comic (both on purpose with the backgrounds and story lol) but this ending I hope is a combination of bittersweet and hopeful. Y/n gets to have a new family and connection to humanity that I think would be beneficial.

How they’d take finding out Y/n is a VAMPIRE is it’s own can of worms that you can decide for yourself how would go down. Best outcome is that Y/n continues to watch over the generations influenced by Vanessa and her family during their immortality.

Gregory and Cassie still haven’t been introduced in the Naff’s Cryptid Sightings universe by the time I post this, so if/when they are their characterization most likely will be different. And ggy likely won’t be placed in the au. Which is completely understandable! Tho an alternative path following canon fnaf more with 3 star fam, ggy n such is a concept I LOVE in the Cryptid Sightings world! I’ll go into it more ltr

Greg and Cass already have cryptid parents but now they get Uncle Eclipse and Uncle/Aunt/Pibling/Auncle/Etc Y/n. And Y/n gets to have one more purpose in protecting these ppl they will grow to care a lot about that knew Vanessa when Y/n couldn’t connect with her. Lots of sharing stories abt Vanessa occurs.

I’ll joke abt this in the extras & memes part but I think It would be so funny if Y/n can one moment be depressed and then Eclipse mentions Cass & Greg and they’re like “RIGHT I NEED TO PLAN HOW IM GONNA SPOIL THEM FOR THEIR BIRTHDAY” or “I LOST TO GREGORY LAST TIME IT WON’T HAPPEN AGAIN” or “I NEED TO CHECK UP ON THEM AND MAKE SURE THEY’RE ACTUALLY RESTING AFTER THEY FOUGHT THAT CRYPTID”

Eclipse is simultaneously grateful they have a new source of motivation, they haven’t seen you like this in a while, and he doesn’t dislike Gregory or Cassie. BUT since Cassie and Gregory are still Cryptid Hunters, it isn’t IDEAL lmao

On to elaborating on the comic: I love 3 star fam (by extension cassie) and Vanessa had growth offscreen so now her dying wish to y/n is like:

Nessie: hey. Make sure my kids (that aren't kids anymore) don't die ok cool cool

Sure Greg and Cass have Freddy and Roxy but between:

Demonic cryptids that have no experience being a human NOR a cryptid hunter human at that

Friend that might just be there still since if these cryptids could have humanity there's a chance my friend sending me memes that are so in character with their personality is ALSO still human despite being vampire and maybe ness & them could reconcile and Greg and Cass could finally meet the only person ness would have considered family and-

Nessie never would have considered y/n still having their humanity if it weren't for Freddy and by extension Roxy

And btw Ness would not have given her phone to y/n if she wasn't sure that y/n wouldn't hurt Greg and Cass.

She. Didn't expect y/n to go the extra mile and meet them in person. The phone would give y/n their contact information and all the photos of memories they missed out on

Y/n cries when they unlock ness's phone and Nessie still hadn't changed her password

The video she made that y/n sees at the end is when she was first entertaining the idea of y/n possibly still having their humanity, but still wasn’t sure. It was a video that she only ever planned on y/n seeing if she either died and/or she was sure y/n was still human in some regard. She wanted to leave y/n with something in that scenario.

Vanessa here meeting Vanessa in Cryptid Sightings and Lost episode canon would certainly be something. Vanessas from canon Cryptid Sightings would just. Not know how Vanessa got over it and neither does Ness here know

Also, there are some details for this canon divergence au that are completely settled to me and other details I don't have a solid idea for. Like, I'm not SET on how Nessie and Greg would meet, ness and Cass, if it would be at the same time, who would be doing the glitchtrapping. Prob becuz some of those are still unclear in canon canon FNAF and others I'm just indecisive

I'll leave it a little loose, up in the air

Also the possession being done by the same cryptid wouldn’t be possible with Cryptid sighting’s universe rules so. I’m not gonna bother figuring out those details for this comic.

But I do love the idea of Nessie growing closer to Greg and Cass and at least Ness and Greg sharing a bond over dealing with Glitchtrap

Speaking of glitchtrapped GGY in cryptid au-

The wizards FAVORITE now being in same universe as demonic cryptids that would absolutely want to slaughter Glitchtrap for possessing a KID? Making him kill multiple people, including a kid his age? Tasty. Scrumptious. I want to make a separate post just thinking Abt how canon crew for cryptid sightings might react to GGY, especially Cryptid Sun & Moon/Eclipse. I'll save most of that rambling for that potential post since there's so much angst potential.

While im here, I’ll ask. Naff, how would Eclipse react to a child, possessed by a demonic cryptid, having killed other children? Or. Is that a spoiler since these characters could be introduced in a reunion work and whether Cassie gets possessed to mirror canon fnaf is still up in the air? 👀

@/puhpandas can be blamed for my brain rot of the GGY story and dr rabbit stuffs and the potential it could bring.

Tho I don't expect to see GGY in any continuations of cryptid sightings lol I don't know how that would work when cryptid sightings already has laid down rules for possession in that universe and Glitchtrap is already gone. I'll happily see what Gregory and Freddy are like when they (hopefully) appear in future continuations of cryptid sightings

But since this is canon divergence I can indulge in three star fam real quick

To follow canon canon FNAF (or at least the fanon built off of the scrapped security breach canon as well as what stayed in sb), Vanessa would be saved by Gregory and Freddy, I'm undecided if Cassie would join in sooner or later. Nessie would regardless have to stomach being around kids that remind her of her trauma since she can't just fully IGNORE them. Gregory would have no one since I love the angst of the theory he killed his loving family as GGY

So. Nessie would probably know that and it would make the situation hard.

Vanessa would grow a bond with Gregory and Freddy at some point, Gregory has a head start due to. Y'know. Glitchtrap. Hard to not have some sort of connection to the kid that went through what you did too.

Anyway, Vanessa here would be saved by Gregory and Freddy to match up with canon. Or at least, the fanon I subscribe to for security breach since canon was lack luster and scrapped all the good ideas for Vanessa last minute.

Nessie and Gregory would have the shared experience of dealing with Glitchtrap trauma and Cassie gets roped, just like canon, with the whole Mimic situation. Then Nessie has two kids that she can't fully ignore but also can't stomach COMPLETELY being there for. Fun.

But since I adore 3 star fam too much, Vanessa is able to grow attached to Gregory like a big sister eventually (i adore big sis nessie dkljssfkld look at @/boringa55binch 's stuff you'll get ITTT)

When I'd imagine Cassie would be introduced, I bet Nessie would have a harder time with her around since what we've seen of Cassie in canon is only of her getting fooled. I bet Nessie would have a harder time around her for that reason.

But it's not like she COULD leave them completely alone since she's the one with the most cryptid hunting experience. And if these kids are SO INSISTENT about getting into trouble, fine. She owes them after all

I've been undecided if Cassie would be apart of the gang when Nessie is saved so that's up in the air for what ppls like most

Time skip is about 20-30 years ltr I've determined so, Ness did die when she was relatively young. (The circumstances of how she died are a plot device yes i will admit shush it isn’t terribly important sorry jklfdsjksfd)

I'm not the greatest at drawing aged characters so there you have it, Cassie and Gregory are in their late twenties early thirties.

Nessie knows it is a gamble to ask Y/n this favor. But, she's a worried big sis, being around Roxy and Freddy I bet would have softened her heart to the general idea of cryptids not being bad, and y/n doesn't seem to be bad atm. It could be a ghost that'll haunt watch over them, or Nessie's best friend can continue to be long distance buds with Nessie's new family.

And if Y/n was truly gone and all that remained was the vampire tendencies, by this point she has trust Gregory, Cassie, Freddy, and Roxy can keep each other safe. If it was truly a mistake to give y/n her trust.

So, that's why y/n hypes themself up and visits the graveyard when Gregory is there. And it did take a lot out of them but y'know I like the idea of y/n getting close with the gang.

It does make the next cryptid reunion a little weird.

Y/n & Eclipse: YOU DIDN'T MENTION VANESSA WAS A PART OF THE CREW NOW??

Freddy & Roxy: YOU NEVER TOLD US ABOUT VANESSA

Like, imagine both describing Vanessa in previous reunions, and NOW they're finding out it was the same person.

Vampire reveal set aside for later, this is y/n's newest reason to LIVE (mentioned earlier im gonna indulge on details down here)

They can't die yet! They still have memes to send to these kids! Jokes to tell! Series to make them binge with Y/n over a call! This is the gosh darn happiest Eclipse has seen them in decades!!

Flipping between seeing Gregory and Cassie as their nephew and niece and competing with Freddy and Roxy over the title of parent. Regardless of age. (they joke but Y/n never actually competes for the title, they are much too anxious of doing something wrong. Plus, Roxy and Freddy would be pretty tough to beat)

I also think it would be hilarious if Y/n sent out Eclipse with a chancla when Gregory does a Human Hero Complex goof up that painfully reminds y/n of their Human Hero Complex goof ups. He isn't allowed to make the same mistakes without consequence. And y/n WILL stay back in the bushes with goggles to SEE IT HAPPEN. Eclipse ain't worried abt y/n's mental state when they're too invested with their Nephew and Niece.

Gregory: We are adults.

Y/n: Yeah but you're also stupid humans who don't know when to quit.

Eclipse does get a chuckle they're now complaining so much abt human's having these stupid hero/martyr complexes when they were a human not so long ago themself lol

and

didn't mention before but

Y/n and Vanessa compared to Cassie and Gregory parallels that would could be explored.

ANYWAY (get an “anyway” tracker for this post 💀)

Cryptid Sightings doesn't have Cassie or Gregory in their cast of characters yet so (i think I mentioned this earlier but still), this could age. As of writing this, no reunion fic has been published. Might make a note of that if I release this after the fact. But still. Indulge with me in the hyjinks. I haven’t even begun on Freddy being a dad to y/n and possible Roxy dynamic with y/n lolll.

This au of an au of an au still has lots of angst to be explored like. Oh yeah, Gregory was controlled by Glitchtrap too and has a fuck ton of ptsd SINCE HE WAS TWELVE

Fun discussion for later at thanksgiving over zoom. One that Greg is just like: Can we get back to video games pls. now.

The bombshell that will be Y/n revealed to be a Vampire is still up in the air like I said earlier. But, y'know, it might go better this time.

Y/n hopes for that. Hopes. Funny, you haven't smiled this much in a while.

Vanessa's death hurts. Both of them were too young for their fates. It hurt especially when they were saying goodbye for the very last time. Nessie's death was coming and Y/n knew that, but at the same time. Y/n can focus on caring about people Nessie cared about. People Nessie trusted them to care for.

I like the idea of Y/n continuing to watch over and keep in contact with the people Nessie has impacted in some way. Nessie to Gregory and Cassie to whoever they inspire and have become their successors. And they got so much more they are looking forward to now. Knowing humans and sticking around them even digitally has its risks but I think it could be pretty grounding. They have even more dates to look forward to aside from halloween. Which, will be fun to celebrate with Gregory and Cassie fam.

They can't wait to do some more living.

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itsbebebrainrotting · 3 months

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Fucking haunting that bagheras the only one who has been in the house and gotten suspicious that something wrong (but she went there to find out what was wrong so even then its not like the house itself made her realise). Bad didnt quite disappear without a trace but he didnt go out with a bang either yknow?

#qsmp #qsmp badboyhalo #tw death #<- referenced but im being safe

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nyamadermont · 2 months

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You Never Cared

#FFF245 You Never Cared

@flashfictionfridayofficial

Avatar: Legend of Korra

462 words

Every eye was on him, but he just couldn’t be nervous. Not today. Not now.

He knew what needed to be said.

“I am honored to stand here, before you, and help you remember Lin Beifong."

"Most of you never knew her. Many of you were never directly affected by her. You never cared about the person Lin was, and she was happy for that. The spotlight was never her goal.”

He straightened his notes.

“You never cared that her mother, Toph, treated her like an adult from the time she could walk. Handled her training like she did for police cadets in their twenties. Absolved herself of the need to parent Suyin because Lin was old enough.”

He looked up at his audience, and back down at the pages in his hands.

“You never cared that her scars were handed her by her own sister, just that you could smell the scandal on them. You never cared that her own mother swept the injury under the rug to save her own reputation. Only that you knew that the Greatest Earthbender retired in honor and glory that reflected on the city Toph called home. Until she abandoned it.”

He slid the page to the back.

“You never cared why Lin was upset that day when she dismantled the Thousand Steps to the Air Temple. But you celebrated with Master Tenzin and his new bride. Whose name you never cared to learn. And who has siblings you never cared to recognize.”

He took a deep breath.

“You never cared about her over ten years of quiet peace until the return of the Avatar to the city. But you were quick to turn on her and join in the mayhem. You never cared that Amon took her bending because she knew it was the air benders who were actually important.”

He ground his jaw, and turned another page.

“You never cared what she sacrificed over the course of her life. You never cared what she suffered.”

He pulled a slow, deep breath.

“And she never cared about that.”

He paused.

“She cared that her officers acted with respect and honor. She cared that crime was found, judged, and dealt with appropriately.

He folded his notes, dropping his hands to his sides.

“She cared that the citizens of Republic City lived their lives in peace. She cared that her family was protected.”

He drew his shoulders back, folding his hands behind his back.

“You never cared who she was as a person.”

He took a breath.

“And that was just fine with her.”

He waited for some reaction, but got none.

He reached over and handed Pabu his treat.

“Thanks, buddy. I’m so glad you never cared that she acted like she didn’t like you.”

#flash fiction friday #FFF245 #you never cared #mako #bolin #lin beifong #tw referenced character death #nyama’s short fics #who's talking?#I'm not telling...

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ogachukwu-the-freak · 2 months

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QUIET PART OUT LOUD QUIET PART OUT LOUD QUIET PART OUT LOUD

Validating to actually experience this utter shitfuck take with my own two eyes, add it to the list. Someone @ rainystudios or one of their mutuals so if they want they can add this one to the archives cause this is literally exactly what they had been talking about.

#proship #pro fiction #pro ship #anti anti #proshippers please interact #tw rape mention #tw child death #referenced at least. or is there a more specific tag i should use for that

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serickswrites · 1 year

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Get In

Warnings: survivor’s guilt, grief, referenced death, referenced mcd

“Get in, Caretaker,” Friend said as they opened the car door.

Caretaker stared silently at the ground, tears filling their eyes and making it difficult to see. The vice that had been on their heart since Whumper took Whumpee and them hostage hadn’t let up. The inability to breathe since....since...since everything happened hadn’t lessened. Everything was just too much.

It was too much that Whumper took them. It was too much that they took Whumpee. It was too much that Whumpee had been grabbed because of Caretaker’s carelessness. And it was too much that Whumpee was dead.

Because of them.

Whumpee was dead because of Caretaker. Because Whumper hadn’t listened to Caretaker. Because Whumper hadn’t taken Caretaker’s offering of themself seriously. Whumpee was dead because Whumper had wanted Caretaker to live.

But Caretaker couldn’t live in a world without Whumpee. Couldn’t live in a world without light. And they couldn’t live in a world knowing that Whumpee’s light had been snuffed out instead of theirs.

“Caretaker,” Friend said softly, “I think it would be good for you to visit--”

“I can’t go see them. It’s my fault that they’re there.” Caretaker’s words tumbled out. And once those tumbled out, more followed. “They’re there because I was stupid. Because I was reckless. Because I couldn’t make Whumper listen to me. Because I couldn’t save them.”

Friend wrapped their arms around Caretaker as Caretaker sobbed. “Whumpee’s gone because of what Whumper did. Not you. Caretaker, you didn’t do anything wrong. Whumpee wouldn’t want you to blame yourself. They would want you to live. And be happy.”

“I can’t be happy. Not without them.”

Friend rubbed soothing circles on Caretaker’s back. “Maybe not now. But one day, one day you’ll be happy again, Caretaker. And Whumpee will be smiling down at you.”

#serickswrites #whump #whumpblr #whump writing #whump community #tw survivor's guilt #tw grief #tw referenced death #tw referenced mcd #juneofdoom #june of doom 2023 #day 2 #get in #prompt: survivor's guilt #queue #prompt: sobbing

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salemsimss · 1 year

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cię nie opuszczę aż do śmierci

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jackfromthefairytale · 1 year

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we need a year of martha jones x torchwood crossover. we need content of the team braving the toclafane. we need them individually interacting with martha, living like it's their last lives followed by a postscript of her recounting that reality and how it changed them, her needing to differentiate the two versions of these people, her having to deal with their deaths twice, just like jack

#im in a Mood #martha jones #torchwood #doctor who #i just- torchwood running parallel to doctor who but the bbc not wanting younger fans watching tw so not directly referencing dw canon makes #me hhhhhh its a missed opportunity but a place for so much fic #but like; martha in reset -> day in the death had lived through the year and they may as well have been ghosts to her and-

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nights-flying-fox · 11 months

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Remember the sacrifice. || Remember the warning.

☆ First ° Prev ° Next ☆

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into-the-michaelverse · 2 months

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bonus!

#fnaf #fnaf au #fnaf fanart #michael afton #michaelverse #killer michaelverse #bonus #literally only three people actually have the proper context for what event this is referencing #but at least there can be theories!#also i'm currently working on an animatic of collective and their au's jeremy #so i guess this is how i'll introduce more characters onto the blog bcuz i have TOO MUCH world building #i tried posting this three times already and tumblr broke every time so i'm hoping it works #tw blood #tw implied murder #tw implied child death

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betweendisorders · 8 months

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(trigger warnings in tags)

Basil is folding origami.

The edge of the bathroom counter crests over Aubrey's hair.

It flows past her, like stagnant filth. Like her house was flooded in it, up to her eye level, and then past her hair. Gentle pressure on all her fragile bones.

A fluorescent bulb burns. Ugly, artificial yellow.

She reaches up. One hand fumbles over the cold linoleum. Slick, icy cold water. Small hairs. Shaved stubble. A prickle, a sticking. Venus fly trap.

Her other arm hangs limply by her side, all undone.

She pulls herself up. Clambers over the side, with pained little noises. Has to crumple her body, fold herself against knives' edges. Turn herself inside out. Make herself unnatural.

There's a clatter against the floor, as a razor falls off. She ignores it.

It's a fortune teller. It's made of notebook paper, torn to be square. A little uneven, so some of the teller's teeth are larger and more jagged than others.

He has a quiet sort of expression. Focused. He makes art from notebook paper, and glances across at her.

They're in his driveway.

Nobody's home. Not anymore.

She sits down. The counter is as cold as it is filthy. She's careful not to knock their toothbrushes off. There are two. Aubrey isn't completely sure which one is hers.

She opens the cabinet, with her good hand. The mirror cabinet. Like a magic door, all secret and tucked away. Right where she never would've guessed, last birthday, when she cut herself slicing a cupcake in half. Sliced her skin open on Mom's broken promises last year, about next year, which became this year too quickly for her to keep up with.

Last birthday, when there was nobody to tell her where the med kit was.

But that was last birthday. Next year is here, and all the secrets of the world reveal themselves, when Aubrey's arm comes undone.

He looks embarrassed, when he notices she's watching him. "It's, um. It's a fortune teller." He laughs, a little, to himself. At himself. "It's silly, I know."

"Yeah," Aubrey says, shortly.

He smiles, briefly, across at her. A little pained. Looked back down, and stopped smiling. "Yeah," he agrees, playing with the fortune teller. Putting his fingers through the gaps. Shaping it properly.

And then, he started unfolding it. Ruffling through his pockets, to fetch a scratched, rattling, cheap plastic mechanical pencil.

He glanced at her. Anxious in the eyes. Unable to ignore her. "What, um... what fortunes do you think I should put?" he asked.

The mirror is stained.

Old spittle. Flecks of toothpaste. Smears of something grey and thick, semi-solid. Indistinct streaks. Smudges. Scratches. All those things that marked it as uncared.

Aubrey looks through the mirror.

On the other side, there's a her that isn't her. Her tearstains are permanent. Snot dribbles down from a quivering lip. Blood covers her shirt, dries against her chin.

The bathroom beyond is indistinct. The foggy, dirty glass that covered the shower - no bathtub beneath - glittered faintly. Horoscopic. The linoleum lapped against the smudges on its surface.

Aubrey looks to the other side, and sees a beach. Wishes she could be there, because her reflection isn't her.

"Don't ask me," Aubrey says, shortly. "I don't have a clue."

Basil looked down again. "Okay," he said, quietly. Willingly.

He's stark pale. As pale as he was drowning.

Fuck. "Fuck," she says as much. "Something good, I guess." She sneered, at the horizon beyond him. Glanced away. "God knows we've earned it."

Basil hesitated, for just a beat. Looked like he wasn't so sure.

His pencil scrawled against the paper.

I love you, Mom lies. The stench of blood thick in Aubrey's nose. Warmth, sickly, cradled carefully against her chest. Bundled and fumblingly uncaring. A dying sun, never to collapse into something bigger, or brighter, or supermassive. Just... going away.

I love you, Mom promises, and breaks it next year, when it comes too quickly.

(Anger needed an outlet. Mom wasn't here.)

Aubrey's arm was undone, and her reflection looked scared. Empty in the eyes, quivering lip.

Happy birthday, Mom didn't bother to lie.

"Happiness is just around the corner," Aubrey read aloud.

She looked across at him. Glared flatly. "Did you put this on all the flaps," she asked, though her tone was more like a statement of fact.

"Um... No?" He looked uncomfortable. Vaguely pained. She couldn't tell if it was confusion, or nerves. At being caught.

If he'd done it, at least.

She was sure he had.

She dropped the fortune teller onto the concrete. Let it splay out of her hand, and slip down. Tumble onward, and onward, and onward. Land hard. Bite off its own tongue, so the bark of the future wouldn't warn her.

"Life's bullshit," she said.

Basil hummed, vaguely. Looked away.

"...And then it ends," he said, quietly. Made a feeble attempt at a shaky, pained smile. "Might as well make the most of it?" he offered, like a consolation prize.

And Aubrey, for just a moment, thought of the beach. Where the ocean met the land. Where the unknown met home. Where she could wade into the water and still be safe, and the sun shone so brightly.

The fortune teller crinkled.

The sound made Aubrey's arm ache, dully.

(cross-posted to ao3)

#tw: implied/referenced abuse #tw: implied death #omori spoilers #omori basil #omori aubrey #omori fanfiction #tumblr fic #tw: injury #my writing

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