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angelxd-3303 · 3 days
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*jump scares you with lore art for my poppy playtime au*
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I've been a fan of Poppy Playtime for awhile now, and it's kinda been my most recent hyperfixation.
In this au, the player is a former employee of playtime Co. named Patrick Desmond. He worked in the Game Station, caring for the children as they arrived. About a year into his employment, Patrick met a teacher from the Playcare named Lilith. The pair started working more closely after Patrick was promoted to a position in her school, started dating, and got married two years after meeting. (A healthy hetero couple???Nani??)
Some time later, a boy named Daniel Harvey came into the factory. He was orphaned at five years old, and was taken in by Playtime Co. He was meant to become a test subject; they intended to use him to create DogDay, but he was one of the lucky few to escape when Patrick and Lilith adopted him at 7.
Lilith sadly wound up losing her job at Playtime Co., when Miss Delight was created. She was heartbroken at leaving her students, but made the most of it by focusing on her adopted son, and her new life as a mother.
Patrick stayed at Playtime Co. for another four years. As time passed, he became more suspicious. Why did kids keep disappearing? Why was no one answering any questions? Everything came to a head when a child he was watching dropped her Mommy Longlegs toy, and Patrick was mortified to see blood spilling from between the plastic.
Following that incident, Patrick began scrutinizing Playtime Co. more closely. In a risky move, he snuck into his manager's office to investigate. He wound up finding papers describing the requirements for experiment test subjects. With that, he realized that all the rumors he'd heard over the years were true, that this childcare program was nothing more than a way for the company to gather subjects for their sick experiments.
Patrick made up his mind; he put in his two weeks notice. His boss wasn't happy, but Patrick was determined to muscle through the last weeks and leave this pit of a factory.
Now, as is canon, he called in sick on August 8th, 1995. The Hour of Joy. Daniel brought a cold home from school, and Patrick caught it. The next day, despite still being ill, Patrick tried to go to work. When he saw a flood of cop cars outside the factory, Patrick figured they'd been exposed for their crimes, turned tail and went straight home.
The police asked questions, of course, but since Lilith hadn't been there for years and Patrick had missed work that day, they had little reason to ask much of them. They still cooperated insofar as they could.
Ten years went by, and though Patrick had gotten a new job at a grocery store, Playtime Co. was always on his mind. The couple agreed that Danny was the only good that came from the situation, but Patrick could never shake the guilt. He had no idea what happened in the factory, or why he never saw any former employees around. Still, the guilt of leaving when there was clearly something going on lingered.
So when he received a vintage Poppy Playtime advertisement and a messily written plea to return, Patrick hardly thought twice.
Daniel, 17 now, had grown up with a loving but guilt ridden Patrick as his dad. He didn't know what exactly went down in the factory, but had memories of Playcare and the way he and the other kids were treated. He knew his dad felt guilty about leaving the factory, so when Patrick ran off without warning Danny knew exactly where he went.
Danny would be damned if he let his Dad go trudge through the painful memories of the past alone, so he went in after Patrick, facing what could have been his fate in his quest to find his father.
Lilith has her own demons regarding that factory, so she always held her husband back from returning. Her worst nightmare came to fruition when both her husband and son charged headlong right into the belly of the beast. Not willing to stand by while her family went down the drain, Lilith put aside her fear of Playtime Co. and went in after them.
So we have a man riddled with survivors guilt, a boy facing what his fate was meant to be, and a woman who knows more than she lets on...
Mayyybe a fic upcoming?? I'm still working on my Mario one, I promise. I've just hit a creative roadblock, so I'm gonna try to redirect to a different project and revisit it later to see if the flow returns. Sorry to keep you waiting!🙏
Let the games begin.
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jacks347 · 1 day
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I feel like hurting people so let's talk about Redacted characters fatal flaws.
David - Obligation
I was originally going to say David's flaw was loyalty but I thought that was too surface level so I dug a little deeper and found something a bit more important. David carries a heavy weight of obligation on his shoulders. He runs the pack and the security company because it's what his dad would've wanted, he works to keep the pack going because people depend on him, he only met Angel cause Caelum made him. Everything in his life is because of feels obligated to keep said things going. He didn't want to be in this situation, he doesn't want to have to work as hard as he does but he knows he has to in order to maintain everything his father left him. David takes on so much because he thinks he has to and that kind of weight will crush him eventually. He's pulling himself in so many directions, something has to give. To put it in his own words, one of these times when he throws himself at the wall it won't be the thing that breaks.
Asher - Optimism
Asher, you sweet sweet bean, your joy will be the thing that destroys you. Asher has the Polites problem (see, I know Greek characters) in where his optimism is the thing that drives the group into a far more dangerous situation. Asher's hopeful belief that they could get through the Inversion almost got him killed. He is the sunshine character, he's the one that everyone expects to be happy, he holds the morale of the pack on his shoulders and that kind of pressure would be enough to make anyone crack. How long will it be until the happy-go-lucky attitude snaps under the weight?
Milo - Dedication
It's easy to say Milo is loyal to a fault. It's hard to say he has a gravely misplaced sense of dedication. Milo feels he has something to prove, he always has. Prove to himself and the rest of the pack that he's useful, he has a place, he has a purpose in this pack. Milo has dedicated his life to proving his worth and that dedication to a harmful cause will be the thing that kills him. Hell, it already almost did. If another event like the Inversion happens, he might not make it out.
Sam - Independence
Sam is an interesting case because his need to be independent won't kill him physically as much as it will mentally. He has worked so hard to make sure other people's actions don't define him that he instinctively isolates himself. He keeps everyone at arm's length so that if and when they do something that hurts the people around them, he won't be caught in the blast radius. But that changes when he meets Darlin, someone who also keeps people at arm's length and doesn't let anyone get close. There's an argument to be made in how Sam seems himself in Darlin and that's why he felt so inclined to help them (beyond just hating Quinn) but not the point I'm making. Sam runs from problems before they can affect him and when the pack dies, he'll be stuck in a problem he can't run from. Sam may not die after the pack is gone but he will fade into the background. Sam will be lost in time, clinging to memories of a time that he let people in as those too eventually fade into the aether of history.
Vincent - Naivety
I heavily considered giving Vincent independence as his fatal flaw too cause it very well could be but we don't do doubles in this house and there is a far more deadly flaw in him and that's his naivety. Vincent is blind to his situation, he doesn't understand most of it because he's been shielded from it. He lacks understanding of what it really means to be a vampire, let alone one in such a well known house. And it's in that where we see his mistake with Lovely. Vincent turned Lovely without fully understanding his own place and therefore doesn't understand the responsibilities he's putting onto Lovely by bringing them into it. It's the blind leading the blind. This lack of real understanding I think will be what tears him apart.
Porter - Peace
Now, this one is hard to explain. How is peace a fatal flaw? Rather simply, actually. You find peace in a situation that you choose not to change. Porter is William's guard dog because he doesn't feel like he deserves to be anything more. He does as asked because he thinks it's all he good for. He had made his peace with the fact that he believes he's not worth anything more than the blood he can spill. Which is wrong and flawed. And it's in that peace in the situation he doesn't believe he deserves to change that will get him killed. If he doesn't convince himself he's worth more than this, it'll be the thing that does him in.
Gavin - Humanity
Gavin's sense of humanity may not necessarily kill him but it will cause an untold amount of pain. Gavin has distanced himself so far from the world of demons in order to choose his own path and be who he is that he's forgotten this world isn't his. Elegy owes him nothing and it'll give him as much. It's the immortal lover problem, he will survive long after Freelancer and the others are gone and it will break him. I've mentioned before that Gavin and Porter are two sides of the same character but what's interesting is how their stories seem to be going in opposite directions until they eventually switch places. When Gavin loses the people that give him a sense of humanity, he will fall to what he believes he has to be in order to survive while Porter is learning that he can be more than what's expected of him and will hold that sense of pride I believe long after Treasure is gone.
Escaped, you're next. Prepare.
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brettmeow · 7 months
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I heard the entire gomens fandom was on tumblr
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littleskrib · 2 months
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A moments embrace |25022024 - | based on "Perfect Slaughter" by asterdurge
reader discretion is advised, pls read the tags before checking it out
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kalo-pop · 1 year
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i made a lot more of these guys actually
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not-mirage · 2 months
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Vanilla Astarion vs G I G A CHAD Gale
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alevolpe · 5 months
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Collection of melancholic/creepy Sailor Moon art.
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skywerse · 2 months
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wake up it's yuri o'clock
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styleswithaseaview · 3 months
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some of my fav lhh pics bc it’s my fav era and needs to be celebrated
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dreamaboutwhathappens · 3 months
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something i’ve been thinking about for a long time is how, thematically, lover and midnights are perfect opposites. what sent me down this rabbit hole was how i noticed that the lover and midnights bodysuits on the eras tour are opposites — the bright light colors for lover and the super dark blues for midnights — and then i was like “oh AND they bookend the tour!” and then it got me Thinking
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diageticaromantic · 19 days
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you are in a room. with a werewolf that knows exactly where you are
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babooshkart · 6 months
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good soup
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ettelenethelien · 3 months
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Hobbit music genres:
Cautionary Tale About How Listening to Wizards Will Get You Eaten by A Dragon (But With a Happy Ending Because We Aren't Barbarians)
That Time the Major Ended Up Looking Ridiculous
My Uncle Grew The Biggest Cabbage Ever
Making Fun of Lotho Pimple
Something That Might Have Been a First Age Legend But Went Through Several Fairytales and Is Now Unrecognisable
Something That Might Have Been a Newer Legend and Is (Only) Somewhat More Recognisable
My Grandma Lost Her Prized Saucer
I Am Not a Poet But the Lass I Love Is Pretty
I Like Spring and Flowers
Fireworks!
We Are Tooks and Gandalf Is Actually Fun
Tooks Are Weird
Bucklanders Are Also Weird And Breelanders Are Weirder
Cautionary Tale Why Boats Are Dangerous
Islands Are Dangerous Too (We Heard One Drowned But We Thankfully Don't Know Any Details So We Made Up a Story About Giant Turtles)
There Might Have Been an Elf in the Wood and We're Not Sure How We Feel About That
Gondor music genres:
My Love Got Killed While He Was in The Army
Let's Lament Lost Numenor
Rousing Patriotic Song
We Still Love The Tale of Beren and Luthien
There Once Was a Mortal Man Who Killed A Dragon and We're Very Proud of This (The Rest of the Story Is Horrible and We Don't Want To Remember It)
Origin Story for the Mysterious Singer By the Sea (Accuracy Level: 2/10 But At Least We Correctly Guessed It's an Elf)
Ithilien Is Occupied By Mordor and This Is Sad
We Will Show Sauron Not To Mess With Us
Drinking Song With Way Too Nice a Melody (A Wandering Minstrel Made It Up and He Might Have Been an Elf)
The King Will Return. One Day.
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monsterloverwriting · 6 months
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You thought it was a mask.
For two years, two very long years, you would catch glimpses of your stalker. Honestly you weren't even sure when it started, had it only been two years or had it been longer and they only started getting braver and braver. For the last two years the stalker has hidden less and left more and more behind after each "visit".
Your first glimpse of them, the long, large engulfing shadow of them loomed at the edge of the tree line by your drive way. Their face hidden, it was obviously a trick or the street light how big they were. You check the locks and did your best to sleep, ignoring the sound of the front steps and the loud thump on your porch. The box containing a deer's hind leg was bagged and put in the trash can.
The next night it was closer the shadow just as large the face long, still hidden however the outline of antlers visible between the branches of the trees it stood between. Shadows and anxiety were playing tricks on you, the same routine.
Check the locks, ignore the sounds, throw out the heart left on your door mat.
The police already made it clear there was nothing they would do. So this has become your routine.
Watch as the shadow gets closer, see something new and strange about the figure, the long face seemingly made out of bone, the towering form only growing larger as it gets closer, the unnatural red glow of the stalkers eyes. (It had to be an elaborate mask). Check the locks, ignore the sounds of a "gift" being left for you, throw away whatever it was in the morning.
The morning after it stood close to your porch, still technically in the trees, yet so close a brisk walk would have your stalker through your door in seconds. You found a much smaller box than normal on your mat, the beautiful wrapping catching your interest and curiosity. You never saw them in the mornings, and it couldn't be a part of an animal unless it was incredibly small. Curiosity got the better of you as you gently peeled the paper away from the box. It was a jewelry box. Stealing yourself as you gently lifted the lid you were actually surprised to find a beautiful ring, a thin silver band encrusted with diamonds with a beautiful sapphire resting delicately in the center. Genuinely taken a back by the sudden change in present type you find yourself looking around again before placing it just inside the door wondering if you can take it to the jewelry store later potentially get the name of the person who bought it. Maybe this could finally come to an end.
That night you didn't see the person standing in the woods. The lack of the glowing red eyes put you at ease. Relieved that maybe tonight routine can be different, maybe you can actually get some real sleep for the first time in two years. It wasn't until after you laid down and heard the familiar sound of heavy foot falls on your porch steps that you realized your mistake. You're break in routine. Before you could throw the covers off the front door was open. Before your feet even touched the floor the door to your room was gently pressed open the large form dwarfing the doorway as the antlers on the mask (was it a mask?) scrapped against the top of the door jam as he ducked through it.
The large stalker, larger than you could have assumed from ever seeing him before, delicately held the ring box in his furred paw.
"You finally accept my gift and do not wear it. Why do you slight me, my morsel." His voice was deep bass that rolled through the room commanding attention. That's when it dawned on you, the skeletal maw, the maw moved as he spoke.
Oh God. It wasn't a mask.
"I... You... You're not allowed in here. I don't want you in here." Your voice was meak and soft. There was no conviction in your words as you looked over the monster standing in your room, the tips of his antlers scraping against the ceiling despite him hunching.
"Morsel, you accepted my mating gift. I've been offering them for two long years waiting for you to see me, accept me. You're mine now and I am yours." Your breath quickened as the monster took a step toward you, only to be let out in a whoosh as he fell to his knees before you perched on your bed.
"I will protect, defend, and satisfy your every need. Use me as you wish. I am at your command." He nearly whispered as he gently reached forward, grabbing your stunned left hand, carefully sliding the ring on your finger his hands making yours seem impossible small as he carefully brought your hand to his skeletal lips placing what you had to assume was a kiss against the back of your hand.
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birdperselias · 19 days
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memory rick doodles :)
shout out to that frame of him in the show where he's in his flesh curtains outfit. will miss u forever
VOTE MEMORY RICK @ultimaterickshowdown TODAY!!!
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rwrbmovie · 5 months
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