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i-simp-stobotnik · 2 years

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It’s almost Halloween so OFCOURSE we need Nightmare Before Christmas AU Stobotnik. Jack and Sally would have been the classic choice but there’s literally a mad doctor character in the movie with a banging wifey so Dr. Finkelstein and the missus it is. Also, this way Metal can the child i.e. Sally. I made him a bit more organic to fit the ragdoll thing better.

+ A Badnik Baby ‘cause no way in any universe is Robotnik not making robots, and treating them as his kids, full stop.

Rambling thoughts: When you think about the original Dr. Finkelstein and Sally’s relationship it’s really fucked. He wanted to make a wife but instead ended up with a daughter that he was high-key abusive towards. The isolation and the excuse of “you are not ready yet” (which I think is BS but even if it were true shouldn’t Finkelstein then accompany Sally to the city events so that it would be safe for her to experience things and idk grow tolerance or whatever but that’s IF Finkelstein was a good dad) and since he is so displeased with Sally, he doesn’t even provide her with proper clothing. Yes, it adds to the ragdoll vibe, but not cool for a caregiver.

So! My thoughts for this AU on why Metal only wears that ragged shirt/dress even though Robotnik and Stone are good parents who dote on their son and not neglective. Since it’s actually frickin canon that Stone is a dress-up loving guy, I’d say that NBC!Stone hates that raggy shirt with a passion. The story behind it is that when Dr Robotnik was creating Metal and there was the whole “it’s alive!!!” lightning bolt moment, Robotnik would not have thought about providing clothing for his newest child. So since Stone happened to be somewhere else, he’d just grab whatever pieces of cloth he finds and quickly stitch them up to something wearable just so that Metal wouldn’t need to be naked in the chilly lab. But, like some children are with their first plushie, Metal LOVES the first piece of clothing he got, especially since it was made by the daddy who isn’t into clothing stuff, so he never wants to take it off. It drives Stone mad, since he ofcourse makes Metal all kinds of stuff and wants him to look snazzy in every season&occasion and have the whole family in matching outfits etc. But Metal is like “Nope! I want the rag!!”. Stone can barely get him out of it when he needs to gently hand-wash the threadbare thing and he’s just like pleeease, can I throw it away? 😭 But ofc he won’t ‘cause Metal really loves it. Stone just hopes that one day Metal will grow out of it.

#stobotnik #family portrait #dr robotnik #dr eggman #agent stone #jimbotnik #metal sonic #nightmare before christmas au #traditional art #stone looks good with fur and that lab coat with the side buttons is always the perfecct mad scientist aestheticcc i like it #btw if robotnik was paralyzed I don't think he'd miss the opportunity to make himself robotic legs #Stone has slitted pupils 'cause why the heck not

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renguro · 4 months

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A pair of pieces I did back last year that I never got around to posting since they were gifts for family members. They've both finally found their way into the hands of the people who they were for though, so now I feel ok posting them.

#honestly have no idea how to tag these..#one's my little brother's oc #and the other is a drawing of the family's pets over the years..#aw well #not that i expected numbers anyhow #myart #artists on tumblr #robot oc #robot art #pet portrait #pet art

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s0ckh3adstudios · 4 months

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howdy!! for the undertale gold au, i was wondering if we could see more of dalv? (or starlo, dalv and rover!! like the family portrait)

if not thats ok :) i just wanna see more of how these sillies work in the au

TA-DA!! Finally, after days... UTG Dalv! I Am So Sorry.

Disclaimer Corn Yaoi IS canon in this AU and for those who don't like it. I am sorry HEHEKGHLF It's too late for me to go back and I thought it'd be funny to include it. Too embedded in the lore now

You find out Dalv's backstory not through recorded tapes, but through his diary! You know, how he has one in the Ruins? In turn, Chujin still records tapes.

I actually wrote Dalv's diary entries and will be leaving them under the cut so you can all get your dose of exposition, but I'll give a summary of it below the Diary Entries if you want a TLDR!

Also, I apologize if the writing isn't very good- I tried my best to keep Dalv's character and write out what happened, but I'd probably edit a couple details if I wasn't lazy LMAO

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SUMMARY:

Dalv and Starlo own a large farming area together where they grow crops for monsters to buy. They were given an opportunity to expand the farm, and their business by association, to the Snowdin area. Starlo was unable to meet with the people in Snowdin about it, so Dalv had to go. He was a bit nervous to do so, Chujin offered to join him! As long as he got to test out his latest project; Axis, a funny little robot. Rover, Dalv and Starlo's kid, also joined them! They wanted to visit Snowdin and play with Chujin's robot. Dalv and Chujin left Axis to watch and play with Rover while they had their meeting. But this is when danger struck. During the meeting, a human came through Snowdin and attacked Rover, even taking their hat. Despite Axis already chasing after the human and Chujin giving Dalv warnings, Dalv ran after the human as well to find his kid's hat.

Dalv did find the human... who was very injured after seemingly having had a run-in with Axis who was oddly nowhere to be found in that moment. When Dalv encountered in the human... something shifted in him. This human hurt his child, they could have taken them away... Seeing them... He felt angry. Without thinking, for reasons he can't really explain, he attacked the human and finished them off for good. In a panic, mortified at what he suddenly did, he stole the soul. He didn't want to admit it, even if this was what monsters were meant to do to humans. The soul was declared missing and Chujin was blamed; there was concern over how much damage Axis caused and the fact that he seemingly killed the human so brutally that he also destroyed the soul which they NEEDED.

Dalv decided he was going to try and use the soul for good and try to infuse its power into his crops! He thought if monsters ate them, they'd gain enough power to last against humans AND possibly bypass the barrier. He couldn't do this alone... So he ended up coming clean to Chujin about what happened. Chujin was VERY mad but figured if he helped, he could maybe get his job back. The two worked on the project and when sprouting their first soul infused crop, a cob of corn, Dalv offered to test it.

....It made him very sick.

When Dalv fell down, he had left a message to Starlo in his diary, telling him to read it after he died. He told Starlo to return the soul and shut down the project entirely. The farms are already in danger just for supposedly having some sort of illness in the crops that Dalv seemingly ate (a lie). But Starlo...... didn't listen. He felt bad that it didn't work out for Dalv and felt bad that he felt horrible about it. He wanted to do it for him. Carry on his legacy. Cling to what left he had of Dalv and what he was working on.

....But it was never meant to be.

#yeah this'll make the masses upset. post it! /ref #sock art #undertale gold au #uty #undertale yellow #uty au #undertale yellow au #uty dalv #uty starlo #uty clover #utg rover #uty chujin #tw blood #uty corn yaoi

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veilantares · 2 months

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Unpolished Gemstone Even robots get boring portraits taken just to break out of the routine...

A robot I didn't even finish drawing, imperfect, like an uncut gemstone. Let the gleam shine vividly through all the fractals yet to come. I think if I had spent more time on this I'd probably have worked on dividing the hair and main shoulder areas better. Finishing any drawing is an exercise in compromise I suppose.

The original intent was going to be to brainstorm what the Emperor could look like, probably with lime green colourings. Maybe jade would be like, the mark of royalty for this one. I don't know if the marks of royalty (like, the things that tell you this character is a big deal) would be similar for each Emperor, its actually a lot more interesting if its something completely different between each - I want to imagine the transition in imagery and regalia between two emperors with completely different insignia would be a tough one.

Of course these robots's features are all meant to have some sort of barely hidden purpose too. Those "honeycomb eyes" perhaps could be used in insignia to convey vigilance, but as a tactical tool maybe this character is able tocast a different spell effect from each "eye" looking at a target.

Lorewise "the next Emperor can come from anywhere". At this point of planning the robots don't have families but they can still mentor and guide each other, so maybe whenever the next candidate for the role is selected, they're inducted into the palace where they learn to be charismatic - it's not totally ceremonial but the role is all about keeping robots of the Singular Empire united and confident in the Empire's objectives.

There is meant to be a secret reason only specific types of robots can be the next Emperor, so you won't see a spider tank wearing a crown and giving motivational speeches.

The orange and purple came from an unexpected layer effect combination that was too striking not to keep.

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kurain-genealogy · 8 months

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i said i was gonna post about it and i am. i don't think william afton hates his kids. i don't think william afton is a mad scientist that kidnapped and put children in hallucinogenic gas chambers. whatever the fuck dittophobia said about afton doing all that, plus not stopping/furthering the bullying between michael and cc, is just dumb & wrong. william wanting his kids to fight, even die, is comically evil in the "bad writing" way. him being characterized as someone who experiments on children (including his own with no regard for their lives) in order to achieve immortality or whatever his supposed motivation is, is just really... nothing? as a character there is nothing to make him feel real. in an attempt to flesh out this character, they made him into a cartoon villain with "evil" being his only defining trait. whatever, i could talk for so long about how dumb i think all the dittophobia stuff is but i think most ppl on tumblr are on the same page regarding that.

to me, william afton is best characterized as someone who, at the Very Least, Doesn't Want His Own Children To Die. he can be a shitty father all around, or he can be a genuine loving father who is also a serial killer, as long as he Cares if they Die? most of what makes william afton an interesting villain, and where a lot of people interpret his motivation comes from, is how despite all his best efforts, he cannot prevent the death or downfall of his own family. he is in a tragedy of his own making, a self-imposed hell crafted by his hubris and violence. if you take this away, why should i care what happens to him? william afton was scariest when he was just purple guy and we knew nothing. william afton is most interesting when we have all these relationships and dynamics where we can seriously study and speculate the circumstances behind/around his actions, when he has something to lose (and will lose). william afton is most stale when more things are added to his story without purpose, filling in gaps that were better unfilled or we didn't even know were there – anything after UCN, basically. bro isn't scary anymore because he's either peepaw afton who's brought back despite his story being over, or he's cartoon network's newest over-the-top villian that you can't take seriously.

okay anyway. ANYWAY. william doesn't hate his kids. even if he's a shitty father, i think he still loves his kids. why else would he try and scare his kids away from the robots if he didn't want them to die? why would he design circus baby after his daughter if he didn't care for her, adore her, even? if you believe the theory that he talked to cc through the fredbear plush (idr if that's actually canon), why would he be trying to protect/comfort him?

i don't think he's a perfect, or even a good father, by any means. if you interpret him to be on the better side, that's great and fine. i'd love to hear how other people interpret/characterize afton if you wanna share! continuing on for this post, i'm going to lay out how i personally see william afton.

to me, he is someone who is very concerned and preoccupied with his image and how others view him & his family. even if he's super shitty and awful towards his kids, he at least cares that they all look good as a family unit, that they're well behaved, that he can send family portrait holiday cards to all his business partners and investors.

he strikes me very much as the typical authoritarian parent of the 80s. harsher on his sons because "men don't cry," wants his kids to say "yes, sir," and "no, sir," believes in "tough love," often says "my house, my rules," he has the final say in everything, maybe thinks hitting them from time to time is a normal, necessary punishment. not all entirely malicious, but thinks he's doing what's best, what's right, acting like a parent and father Should act, perhaps how he himself was raised. unfortunately, a very common parental mindset (even outside of serial killers). maybe he was a little scarier sometimes though, a little more unhinged or violently angry. who's to say.

but he's still just a guy who could exist in real life. he still eats dinner with his family every night, hangs his kids' drawings on the fridge, had to turn the car around because they wouldn't stop fighting in the backseat, attended awkward parent-teacher conferences, everything. he was once a new father who happily came home with his first newborn, lost countless nights of sleep over the course of two more, loves them because they're his.

meticulously and senselessly killed children, then came home and tucked his own into bed and kissed them goodnight.

he can be abusive and still love his kids. he can be a murderer and still care for his own kids' lives. maybe the loss of his own kids is what triggered his actions, or maybe it was something else. i'm fine with not knowing because we don't need to know everything, and it's more interesting when we don't.

Something Is Seriously Wrong With This Guy And We Don't Know What or Why. when acquaintances find out he's a suspected murderer, it should be shocking and upsetting. he's such a great man and father, he wouldn't murder those kids! when michael discovers his father's crimes, he should be in denial. sure, he could be scary sometimes, but he wouldn't kill anyone... right? there's a great cognitive dissonance between who he appears to be and who he actually is.

whether william descended into grief-induced madness and obsession, or was just always some kind of freak, or both, i don't think he saw his own family as disposable. even if he didn't truly love them, he at least needed to keep up his own facade as a friendly family man. personally i like to see him as someone who was a shitty father but still loved his kids, because people like that exist, and it makes him a much more interesting, realistic, and nuanced character than if he just didn't care about them At All.

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #william afton #purple guy #dontlistento me #sorry if this is so incoherent or all over the place or rambly. im insane.#fuck it im posting

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hptvnetworkfest · 1 month

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Claiming and Prompt Ideas

Thinking about creating for the HPTV Network Fest and don't know what to write? You're in luck! The mods of the HPTV Fest have come up with some ideas for you. If something strikes your fancy, simply fill out the Claiming Form by 17 June! (Multiple people can write about the same reality TV show or trope! Each work will be unique!)

Pimp My Broomstick

Madam Malkin's Next Top Model

Made in Hogsmeade

Keeping Up With the (your favorite wizarding family here)

19 and Counting with (your favorite wizarding family here)

The Real Housewives of Diagon Alley (or Wizarding Britain!)

The Dragon Wranglers of Wales

Wand Wars (Robot Wars but for duelists)

House Elves' Kitchen (Kreacher is Gordon Ramsay)

Survivor: Forbidden Forest

The Potions Apprentice (Snape)

The Gringotts Apprentice (Griphook)

Who Wants to be a Galleonaire?

Dance Moms for Purebloods

Undercover Boss: Barty Crouch at Hogwarts

The Simple Life: The Black Sisters

Gilderoy Lockhart's Wizarding Eye (fashion goes from tragic to magic)

The Bachelor, Bachelorette, Golden Bachelor with your favorite character

Storage Wars: Knockturn Alley Edition

Say Yes to the Dress Robes

Dancing (Quidditch) With the Stars

Cash in the Attic (but Mundungus is stealing)

Long Island Medium hosted by Trelawney

Wizarding Britain's Supernanny Meets Draco Malfoy

Finding Bigfoot/Crumple-Horned Snorkacks by the Lovegoods

Love Behind Azkaban Bars/Love After Lockup at Azkaban

The Real World: Hogsmeade

Aurors (Cops but Aurors)

Big Brother

Death Eater Wives (Basketball Wives)

World's Deadliest Prisons hosted by Sirius Black

Geordie/Jersey Shore (choose your family)

Hippogriff Dynasty (Hagrid family)

The Dragon Whisperer with Charlie Weasley

90 Day Fiancé (your OTP)

Catfish (your BroTP)

The Great British Bake Off hosted by Dobby

Who Do You Think You Are? pureblood edition

Trauma: Life at the ER of St. Mungo's

Dumbledore's Drag Race

Wife Swap (Narcissa and Molly, Petunia and Lily, etc)

My Strange Addiction with your favorite character

Sister Wives but it's Aberforth and his goats

Wizarding TMZ hosted by Rita Skeeter

Crufts (international dog show) but for kneazles

I Want to Marry "Harry" Potter

Haunted House Hunters: Riddle Mansion, Gaunt Shack, Wool's Orphanage

Borgin and Burke's Pawnstars

Married at First Sight: Pureblood & Muggleborn

Extreme Makeover hosted by Walburga's portrait

#hptv network fest #hptv fest #hp fests #reality tv #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fanfic #hp fanfiction #hp fanfic #harry potter fandom

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ifearzombies · 11 months

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Headcanons about Living in the HOL

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- You have suggested therapy to the brothers. A lot. They still haven’t agreed, but you’re going to keep trying because even with you doing all you do FUCKING HELL do these boys have trauma to deal with.

- You’ve gone down and visited Lilith’s memorial in the basement a several times. You talk to her and occasionally lay a flower on her ‘grave’ and thank her for helping you in the small ways she’s been able to.

- You hired an artist to make a family portrait and have everyone in it; even Lilith. It hangs in the living room over the fireplace.

- You’ve grown to... tolerate Solomon’s cooking. You’ve told him point blank that the food isn’t really edible. You’ve told him he’s terrible at cooking. But it’s in one ear and out the other. It normally goes as such: MC: “Solomon. Honey. I love you. But your cooking is rancid!” Solomon: “You love me?!” 8D “Let me make you dinner!”

- Diavolo has plans for you to eventually teach at RAD. Mostly to teach about Earth history and cultures; which has led to you studying extra hard and wondering why Solomon isn’t going to be helping you teach since he’s lived through history. But Diavolo’s plan is for him to teach ancient languages.

- You spend some nights at the palace every month. The brothers always get jealous when you go. Especially when you come back with a tell-tale limp. Or being carried back home.

- You were sadly at ground zero when Luke snuck into Asmo’s room and his innocence became lost since Asmo had porn of himself playing on his laptop and was ‘enjoying’ it (because of course he faps to videos of himself). You tried to stop the little angel but he’s like an actual child and darts the moment you blink. Simeon was outraged, but you pointed out that Luke didn’t knock. Asmo was glad you stuck up for him because he was certain he was headed for a bath of holy water otherwise. It took Luke a month before he could stand to be around Asmo again. It took longer for Luke to look at him again.

- Since Satan is not allowed to have a real cat (not that Satan cares as he has at least 10 ‘hidden’ ones), Mammon bought him a realistic robot cat for his room. Satan nearly cried tears of joy. Satan did cry when a book-a-lance fell and broke it. Lucifer replaced it so that Satan didn’t start destroying stuff once the sadness went away.

- Lucifer knows about the cats. He lets Satan think it’s a secret so that Satan won’t try to get an amount that would be noticeable. You found this out when you went to bring Lucifer some coffee and found him petting one of Satan’s cats. You were sworn to secrecy.

- You tried edible underwear with Beel once. And only once. He accidentally bit your thigh and you have small scars from the indents of his teeth. He felt awful about it, still does, and anytime he’s between your legs for fun he kisses the scars in apology. Also he found the rest of the edible underwear you’d intended to use with others and ate them like a snack. You’ve decided to not bother with them anymore.

- Belphie and Satan ask you to every Anti-Lucifer League meeting. If you don’t attend, they email you the minutes of their meeting to see if you wanna join in in pranks.

- Despite your bedroom lock being enchanted, Diavolo can and has waltzed into your room and started cuddling you. Barbatos chastizes him every time as he comes in with him, but it still happens.

- You have shown Simeon the movie ‘Sister Act’. It’s now his favorite movie. You two sometimes sing ‘Ave Maria’ together, stomping and clapping the beat. Luke joins in when he can.

-You had a custom plush made for Levi of his goldfish. He cried tears of joy and it now sits in a glass case in his room.

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kazzscrossstitching · 1 year

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NASA Mars Rovers Family Portrait

Stitched as a gift for a robot/space loving friend.

Pattern is from Climbing Goat Designs on Etsy.

Feb - March 2023

#cross stitch #embroidery #gift for a friend #mars rover #nasa

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catspawcreates · 1 year

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Been working on a SaMS family portrait of sorts and the blood twins are almost done. I’m so jazzed with how this is coming together. Still a WIP

The I’m a little teapot pose is the perfect unhinged daycare thing I drew on accident 😹

Update: Final Artwork Here!

#These imps #the sun and moon show #catspaw creates #catspaw #catspaw art #random acts of art #keep creating #keep moving forward #sun and moon show #the daycare attendant #daycare attendant #kill code moon #fnaf bloodmoon #fnaf eclipse #fnaf lunar #red and black #robot family portrait

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willowcreektrait · 6 months

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🍅🦇 @birdietrait did someone say vampire ?

Josiah, formerly known as Jafaar, carries the weight of centuries on his shoulders, a vampire born in the desolate landscapes of Somalia, forever bound to the shadows after a fateful encounter in the mid-1720s. Captured and turned by a Syrian vampire, he was whisked away to the unfamiliar terrain of Syria, where he was reluctantly introduced to a royal vampire family.

In his formative years, Josiah immersed himself in the pursuit of knowledge, studying languages and literature, and clandestinely devising intricate plans for the royal family that held him captive. However, the flame of his ambition was extinguished when the longing to find his birth parents, a desire he had harbored since adolescence, was abruptly silenced.

Growing up as an oppressed and envious teenager, Josiah transformed into a bitter young adult, seeking refuge in the intellectual haven of Europe—specifically England—during the mid-1840s. University life exposed him to capitalist and economist ideologies, molding his worldview as he delved into the intricacies of societal structures.

His journey into the nocturnal realm began with a sinister twist, as his first taste of blood was drawn from one of his professors. A predator in the shadows, he continued his nocturnal pursuits without ever being exposed. As the decades unfolded, he evolved with the changing times, returning to Somalia in the 1970s with a desperate quest to reunite with his birth parents, only to be met with the harsh reality of their long-departed lives.

Returning to the United States, Josiah adapted to the ever-evolving social landscape of the 21st century, attempting to blend in with the trends and norms of the time while clinging to his deep-seated beliefs. His younger sister, a relentless force of change, compelled him to undergo a transformation – tattoos, piercings, a new hairdo, and a wardrobe overhaul – all in an attempt to assimilate into contemporary society. Yet, beneath the superficial alterations, Josiah longs for the simplicity of his original attire, appearing almost robotic in his detachment from the ever-changing fashions.

In the present day of 2023, Josiah finds himself in the forgotten hollow, a place that holds a singular purpose for him. With an enigmatic goal set firmly in his immortal mind, he navigates the delicate balance between adapting to the current era and preserving the essence of his timeless existence, forever haunted by the echoes of his past and the insatiable thirst for the unknown.

TRIVIA:

Fashionable Anachronism: Despite his sister's attempts to modernize his appearance, Josiah secretly hoards a collection of clothing from various eras, finding comfort in the timeless elegance of garments that reflect the epochs he has traversed.

Literary Pursuits: Josiah's love for languages and literature extends beyond his mortal life. He has amassed a private library filled with rare manuscripts, preserving the stories that have shaped his understanding of the world. One of his prized possessions is an ancient tome written in a language long forgotten by mortals.

Musical Tastes: While he outwardly adapts to the music of the modern era, Josiah secretly cherishes classical compositions from his youth. He has been known to haunt hidden concert halls, drawn to the haunting melodies that echo the melancholy of his immortal existence.

Hidden Talents: Josiah possesses a keen talent for calligraphy, a skill he developed during his youth while studying languages. He often spends the quiet hours of the night crafting intricate scripts and inscriptions, each stroke a testament to his centuries-long pursuit of perfection.

Artistic Reflections: In a concealed chamber of his dwelling, Josiah maintains a gallery of portraits capturing moments from his past. Each painting tells a silent tale of the people he has encountered and the cities he has watched evolve, providing a haunting backdrop to his eternal existence.

Nocturnal Philanthropy: Unbeknownst to the mortal world, Josiah channels his capitalist inclinations into philanthropic endeavors during the night. He discreetly funds projects that align with his vision of societal improvement, drawing from the wealth accumulated over centuries.

Unquenchable Thirst for Knowledge: Josiah is a perpetual student of the world, and he continually enrolls in university courses under various aliases. His insatiable thirst for knowledge spans disciplines, from cutting-edge technology to ancient philosophies, allowing him to seamlessly blend into different intellectual circles over the years.

Classical Arabic: Being born in Somalia and later taken to Syria, Josiah mastered Classical Arabic, delving into its rich literature and linguistic nuances.

Syriac: A language with historical significance in the region, Josiah became fluent in Syriac during his time in Syria, connecting with the ancient roots of the supernatural world.

Latin: As a young adult in Europe during the mid-1840s, Josiah immersed himself in the study of Latin, a language that granted him access to the scholarly and philosophical works of the time.

English: Moving to England for university, Josiah not only learned English but excelled in it. His linguistic proficiency allowed him to navigate the rapidly evolving social and intellectual landscape of 19th-century England.

French: Embracing the cultural diversity of Europe, Josiah added French to his repertoire, finding himself captivated by the elegance of the language and its literary treasures.

Somali: Despite his nomadic existence, Josiah retained a deep connection to his roots, maintaining fluency in Somali to honor his heritage and communicate with those from his homeland.

Italian: In his pursuit of art and culture, Josiah picked up Italian during the Renaissance, allowing him to appreciate the masterpieces of the era and connect with the intellectual elite.

Spanish: Venturing into the exploration of the New World, Josiah acquired fluency in Spanish, enabling him to engage with the diverse cultures and civilizations flourishing in the Americas.

German: With a keen interest in the economic and philosophical discourse of the time, Josiah became fluent in German, immersing himself in the works of influential thinkers from the German-speaking world.

Mandarin Chinese: Embracing the advancements of the 20th century, Josiah learned Mandarin Chinese, recognizing its growing importance on the global stage and adapting to the changing geopolitical landscape.

#ts4 #ts4 cas #ts4 screenshots #ts4 screenies #kristen's.sims #s: josiah #*coven of simblrs #he's dark academia coded.. very game of thrones #but his sister 😶 is like “get a fucking iphone we live in a society now”#he aspires to be a psychologist but who knows if he's set for that..#he has a love-hate relationship with his “family”

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docgold13 · 4 months

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Batman: The Animated Series - Paper Cut-Out Portraits and Profiles

Grant Walker

The famous entertainment mogul, Grant Walker, made his fortune with a series of family-friendly amusement parks. All Walker wanted, it seemed, was to make people happy. As he grew older, however, Walker became increasingly megalomaniacal and obsessed over the idea of making the whole world as clean, orderly and idyllic as one of his theme parks.

The robotics expert Karl Rossum had worked for Walker early in his career and Walker utilized Rossum’s designs to build a small army of robots. These robots built ‘Oceania,’ a secluded community that adhered to Walker’s notions of a utopia.

As his health began to fail, Walker became more desperate in his commitment to his twisted dream. He used his robots to free the villainous Mister Freeze from Arkham Asylum. Walker had obtained Mr. Freeze’s wife’s body still frozen in cryogenic stasis. He used her as leverage to force Mr. Freeze into doing his bidding.

Walker demanded that Freeze replicate the accident that had transformed him, believing that become like Freeze would bestow him immortality. He also had Freeze created a giant version of his freeze gun. Walker planned to use the massive ice cannon to encase the entire world in frost, leaving Oceania the last bastion of civilization and the foundation of the next era of mankind.

Mr. Freeze was forced to do Walker’s bidding and he replicated the process that changed him. Freeze transformed the aged tycoon into a being like himself… ageless, but unable to survive outside of sub-zero temperatures. Walker was then outfitted with a cyro-suit similar to that worn by Mr. Freeze.

Batman and Robin had tracked Freeze down to Oceania. They were captured by Freeze and Walker, yet Batman was able to appeal to Freeze’s better nature. He convinced Freeze that his cherished wife, Nora, would never love a man whole would allow the whole world to be frozen.

Freeze turned on Walker. The ice cannon malfunctioned and caused a chain reaction that sunk Oceania. Mr. Freeze escaped with his wife’s body whereas Walker became trapped within an iceberg and sank to the bottom of the ocean.

Actor Daniel O’Herlihy provided the voice for Walt Disney Grant Walker, with the villain appearing in the fifteenth episode of the second season of Batman: The Animated Series, ‘Deep Freeze.’

#batman the animated series #Batman #Grant Walker #Mr. Freeze #Daniel O’Herlihy #cut-out #paper art #DCAU

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merakiui · 1 year

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Here is another flavor of living with stalker Jade for you. You are in college and have a roommate, Floyd. You don't talk to him much, he is just a flatmate. One day, you get the oddest sense that something is off about him. He just seems... different.

Unbeknownst to you, Floyd has signed up for a semester abroad and is allowing his twin Jade to quietly take over his lease. It's not a problem with the landlord if no one finds out! Jade thinks this sounds like an amusing way to spend a season. Plus, the family has to pay for the rent on the apartment anyway, so why shouldn't he use it?

At first, Jade just amused himself in subtlety creeping you out, but as time goes on, he becomes dangerously fixated on you, his darling roommate. If you were to dissappear, who would be blamed? Everyone knows it can't be your roommate Floyd, he wasn't even in the country. The perfect crime.

Omg yes! The perfect crime indeed. :)

(cw: yandere, unhealthy behaviors, obsession, kidnapping, jade is really creepy)

Despite the fact that you rarely talk to Floyd, you notice the change almost immediately—like one might when stepping out of the sun and into a cold room. Floyd has always been boisterous and enthusiastic, so energetic that just looking at him seemed to tire you out. This new version of Floyd is…quiet. Really quiet. And he’s polite, too. He doesn’t curse or shout like Floyd. He doesn’t kick his shoes off and throw his clothes wherever. He doesn’t complain about chores. It’s as if someone’s replaced Floyd—as if he’s been possessed and this phantom is merely wearing Floyd’s face.

You don’t know much about Floyd. For someone who can talk your ear off, you must have never really discussed your pasts or family histories. All you really know is that Floyd is a messy, loud flatmate, he can cook delicious meals, and he can never sit still. The Floyd you pass in the halls, meet in the kitchen for late-night snacks, and even encounter just as you’re coming out of the bathroom only shares one of those similarities: he’s a good cook. For a while you thought Floyd might be going through something and since it’s rude to pry you just accepted this theory as fact. But it’s been a month with this…not-Floyd and you’re beginning to wonder if it’s really just another one of his mood swings.

Floyd’s smiles were always so big and bright. Not-Floyd’s smiles are…sharp and eerie. It’s unnerving. What’s more is that whenever the two of you are in the same room his eyes seem to follow you while the rest of his body remains perfectly still, almost as if he’s a haunted portrait. Floyd has always fidgeted and moved around, so to see him sit as still as a statue is alarming. You’ve tried to ask him what’s up, but he always replies in the same polite manner: “I’m doing well. And you?” It’s almost robotic. Almost rehearsed.

Though Floyd seems to have no sense of boundaries, privacy, or personal space, he rarely invades your room. He’s always knocked before coming in, a rule you had put into place when he’d accidentally barged in while you were changing during the first week you were living together. And this not-Floyd seems to be the same way, only one night you’re certain you woke to see him standing at the foot of your bed, a single yellow eye trained on you. You’re not sure if it was a dream or a trick of the shadows, but when you’d confronted not-Floyd about it that morning he’d told you he was sleeping in his room the entire night. You doubt that.

You’ve never felt unsafe around Floyd. Rather, you’ve always felt happy and content. Sure, he may come with his flaws, but he’s an overall pleasant person to share a space with. But lately you’ve begun to lock your bedroom door, having felt increasingly paranoid with each passing day. You keep seeing that yellow eye at night. It’s always watching you, peering at your face through the dark. Waiting. Waiting for you to move perhaps. Or waiting for you to shut your eyes again. Waiting for you to fall back asleep. Waiting and then slithering away, vivid yellow disappearing into inky darkness. One night, you woke to footsteps in the hall and then your doorknob as it jiggled softly. Once, twice, and then there was silence.

Not-Floyd stood outside your door for thirty minutes. You would know because you sat up in bed, gripping your phone and watching the minutes slip by, before you finally heard his retreating steps. You know this isn’t Floyd. It can’t be. Whoever this is, he’s definitely not the sweet, fun-loving housemate you’ve been living with for so long now.

You’ve tried to quiz not-Floyd on things that only the real Floyd would know, but each question is met with a very quick answer. And each answer is correct. Always. Frustratingly enough, not-Floyd seems to know a lot about real Floyd. You consider the idea of an evil doppelgänger for a while before it finally clicks after many nights spent lying awake, unable to sleep knowing that creepy guy could be standing right outside your door.

This is not Floyd but rather his twin. It must be. That would explain the difference in personality and how he knows so much about Floyd. And when you look more closely at not-Floyd, you begin to see subtle differences: eye shape, teeth shape, the side at which his black hair strand falls, the placement of his earring. So then, if this is Floyd’s twin, what’s he doing here? And where’s Floyd? When did they switch?

Most importantly, who is he? He’s Floyd’s twin, yes, but you know nothing about him. And every time you’ve attempted to toe the line of nosiness, he smoothly directs the conversation elsewhere. At the very least, you’re relieved he’s only Floyd’s twin and not some murderous doppelgänger out to get you.

But it’s definitely weird. If he was going to live here while Floyd’s gone, why weren’t you notified about this? It’s possible Floyd could have forgotten or perhaps he didn’t think it was important enough to tell you, but then surely his twin should have said something. Why did he continue to let you call him Floyd? Why didn’t he correct you when you assumed he was into basketball and all of the other things Floyd’s interested in? And why does he stand outside your door every single night?

What does he want from you? You’re a little scared to find out.

It’s not as if you can let the police know because he hasn’t really done anything. He’s creepy. That’s it. But he hasn’t hurt you. He hasn’t verbally threatened you. He’s just an eerie, quiet man. Really, he’s innocent. He just has a very…unsettling air around him.

And unsettling it truly is when you wake one particular night to find your door wide open, light from the hall spilling in and illuminating the figure who’s leaning over to press a chemical-scented cloth against your face.

And after nearly an entire semester of living with this nameless not-Floyd, he finally introduces himself just as the chloroform catches up to you.

“I apologize for not saying something sooner. My name is Jade, and we’ll be living together from now on. Just not here anymore.” His eyes, alight with adoration, are the final thing you see before you fall unconscious. “You’ll have to excuse my methods. I’m a little…short on time, you see.”

But you can’t see. Not anymore. Not when you’ve slipped back into slumber in the arms of creepy, eerie not-Floyd.

#twisted chit chat #yandere twst #rendy-a

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breathedeep-namaste · 5 months

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Merry Christmas, Darling

Summary: Amy Silva and Kirsten Longacre looking at lights with Poppy and exchanging Christmas presents. Takes place between seasons one and two. Fluff!

“Aye, this one is actually my favourite!” Kirsten turned up the dial of the car radio as Shane McGowan’s distinct voice began crooning, it was Christmas Eve babe, in the drunk tank…

“You’ve said that about the last three songs!” Amy laughed as she lightly clutched the steering wheel. Kirsten ignored her, fully committed to the cheeky Irish tune.

“Merrrrrrrry Christmas, I looooove you baby…” she sang, exaggeratedly, reaching out and squeezing Amy’s knee. Amy rolled her eyes playfully, but reached down and gave Kirsten’s hand a squeeze. It was impossible not to find her girlfriend endearing. “Oooh, Pops – look at those!” Kirsten turned around so that she could watch Poppy’s face as the young girl spotted an over-the-top display of rainbow lights, complete with a robotic waving Santa Claus and Rudolph with a bright red nose.

The three of them had been driving around for about thirty minutes now, slowly making their way slowly but surely back to Morag and Gordon’s to drop off Poppy for the rest of the holiday. cheerful chime of laughter filled the car as they drove Poppy back to her grandparents' house. Poppy sat in the back seat, her eyes shining with the magic of Christmas lights outside the window. The little girls eyes twinkled in the sparkling lights as she ‘ooh’ed and ‘ahh’ed at the display. They passed it and a couple more, before the road went dark as they approached the more rural stretch towards Poppy’s grandparents.

"I wish I could stay with you tonight," Poppy said with a pout, though it wasn’t entirely serious. The little family had had a brilliant day – building a gingerbread house, watching Christmas films, eating sweets and finally, exchanging gifts. Poppy had been to pick out a few presents with her grandparents, things that a little girl would be inclined towards for a parent – a scented candle, some slippers for each of them and a small canvas pouch with a rainbow embroidered onto it “because Fred at school says that rainbows are for gay pride”. But their most cherished gift from the young girl had been the card – a family portrait on coloured paper that showed both women, Poppy and Cat drawn in crayon. “Merry Christmas Mums” it read across the bottom. While they were preparing for joint custody beginning in the new year, with Poppy getting ready to move in with them in the first week of January, it still felt surreal to Kirsten that she’d be accepted so willingly.

Amy looked back at Poppy through her rear-view mirror, a gentle smile on her face. "I know, sweetheart. We wish you could stay, too. But hey, guess what? This time next year, we’ll all be together. Maybe even in a new house, with Christmas lights of our own…” the brunette said thoughtfully. Though they were initially moving Poppy into Amy’s flat, the couple already had plans to work with a realtor and find something bigger and more suitable for Poppy.

Poppy's eyes widened with excitement, and she clapped her hands. "Really? Promise?"

Amy nodded, her heart full. "Promise. Cross my heart." She brought one finger up to her chest and drew an ‘x’, though Poppy couldn’t see. Kirsten watched Amy lovingly from the passanger seat, listening though she was still softly singing her (3rd) favourite Christmas song to herself. Her eyes widened involuntarily as the song began to reach it’s less festive (or child-appropriate) middle verse – her hand shot up to the volume dial and she turned it down completely, plunging the car into silence for a long moment before she and Amy exchanged a knowing glance. Tentatively, Kirsten turned it back up, hoping she’d missed the profanity, just in time for Kirsty MacColl to sing ‘you cheap lousy fa-‘ at full blast. Amy and Kirsten erupted into laughter, Poppy largely oblivious anyway. “Favourite song, huh?” Amy quipped, raising one eyebrow.

“Aye,” Kirsten laughed. “Still a classic.”

They took a more direct route home after dropping off Poppy, Christmas music still playing softly as Kirsten sang along and Amy drove. They had been together for most of the year now, as well as parts of last year, before Kirsten had ended things, but this was their first Christmas together. They’d spent much of the festive season exchanging stories and traditions – Kirsten’s love of Christmas music of course was now well established, Amy’s grandmother had passed down a recipe for minced pies that they’d assembled with Poppy, ready to bake in the morning. Kirsten’s Dad had always insisted on watching ‘It’s a Wonderful Life’ on the night of Christmas Eve, and playing a game of poker with their extended family. She’d only insisted Amy continue one of these traditions with her, and Amy had picked up the film on DVD so that they could watch it that evening.

“Did your family ever open a gift on Christmas Eve?” Amy asked, turning down the Christmas radio just slightly and glancing over at her partner.

“Nooooo,” Kirsten scoffed playfully. “Mum was very insistent that we wait for St. Nicolas. Christmas Eve was for mass with Nan, ‘It’s a Wonderful Life’ and listening out for reindeer.” She grinned at the memory. “Why, I didn’t think you did?”

“No we didn’t,” Amy agreed, nodding subtly. “But… if you don’t have any objections… maybe we could start a new tradition?” Then, softly chuckling to herself. “I’m just not sure I can wait until tomorrow,” She squinted her eyes slightly, playfully scrunching her nose. “My gift is pretty good.”

“Oh Amy Silva, don’t let anyone tell you you aren’t modest,” Kirsten joked. She leaned back against the passenger seat, wiggling a bit and lifting her hips to stretch out her legs, suddenly impatient and eager to get home. “Aye, we could do that. My gift is pretty good too.”

Amy didn’t say anything in response, but she reached down and gave Kirsten’s hand a gentle squeeze.

“After the movie though. Can’t have you falling asleep on me,” Kirsten quipped. Amy had confided in her a few weeks prior that she hadn’t actually seen the Christmas classic, finding it too long and falling asleep the last time she’d given it ago, though that was long before Kirsten. She tended to prefer daft Christmas comedies and was amusingly partial to Bad Santa.

“Deal.” Amy agreed, and they drove the rest of the way home in comfortable silence, besides Kirsten’s quiet humming to the radio.

“We’ll take a cup of kindness dear,” Kirsten sang along softly with the final scene of the movie, planting a soft kiss on Amy’s temple as the woman shifted in her arms, blinking with heavy eyelids. She hadn’t been sleeping, she had actually quite enjoyed the film – but it was nearly midnight and the emptied glass of Bailey’s over ice now sitting on the coffee table hadn’t done her any favours. Kirsten gently traced circles on Amy’s hand, feeling the weight of the moment – new traditions forming, a quiet anticipation before they would exchange their gifts. Amy turned around in Kirsten’s arms, resting her chin on the other woman’s chest.

“Shall we?” she said softly, her eyes tracing an invisible line between Kirsten’s own and the Christmas tree.

Kirsten nodded, carefully separating herself from girlfriend so that they were both seated.

“Who goes first?” she asked, quizzically eyeing up Amy. “At home it’s always the youngest,” the red head grinned.

“Be my guest then,” Amy smiled, amused but resigned, gesturing towards the tree. Kirsten brought herself to standing, shaking out one of her legs that had slight pins and needles after two hours and ten minutes curled up on the couch. Once comfortable, she headed straight for a particular spot under the tree and picked up a square box slightly smaller than her palm. She sat down again, playing with the box in her hands for a moment before handing it to Amy.

“Oh I hope you like it,” she mumbled, suddenly nervous. Christmas was important to her, though she knew she was likely overthinking it.

“I will.” Amy said confidently, leaning over to Kirsten and kissing her gently before refocusing on the gift. Kirsten’s eyes lingered over the other woman with anticipation.

Amy carefully unwrapped it, revealing a square shaped jewellery box underneath. She raised her eyebrows, wondering just briefly what may lay inside, though she didn’t draw out the moment. Gently she pulled off the lid of the box, revealing two delicate necklaces. The first was a dainty gold gain with a round pendant, engraved with a Poppy. And just below was another gold chain, this one adorned a combination of small round beads and longer but equally subtle tube-shaped ones which Amy instantly recognised as morse code for “I love you”.

“Wow, Kirsten,” Amy looked lovingly from her gift to her partner, her eyes reflecting the depth of appreciation she felt. Not just for the gift, but for a partner that knew her so well, and made her feel so loved. "It's perfect. So… us.” she whispered with a contented smile, savouring the moment. Amy then leaned even closer to Kirsten, resting her head briefly against Kirsten’s shoulder. Kirsten returned the affectionate gesture, tilting her head down towards Amy’s before turning it and moving her fingertips to the other woman’s chin, gently lifting it.

With her other hand she reached over to the necklace, tracing the morse code with her finger. "I love you,” she said simply, pressing her forehead to Amy’s. She let her eyes linger, holding Amy’s gaze for a few seconds, adoring her warm brown eyes. “Merry Christmas,” she whispered before tilting her chin up and meeting Amy’s lips with hers. Her hand moved from Amy’s chin to gently cup her face and eventually softly clutching at the back of Amy’s neck as the kiss deepened.

After a few moments Amy slowly pulled away, kissing Kirsten just to the right of her lips, then on the cheek, before finally sitting back.

“My turn,” she ran her hands across her own thighs, taking a deep and slightly nervous breath. She was confident that the present she had chosen was a match for Kirsten’s lovely gesture, but there was still something about it that made her almost shy, which wasn’t an emotion she felt often anymore around the other woman.

Amy got down onto her hands and knees in order to reach underneath the Christmas tree to the very back, where she picked up a small, conspicuously shaped parcel. She’d hidden it so as not to raise questions in Kirsten’s mind. It was a ring, yes, but not of the diamond variety. Still, she and Kirsten were about to embark on the most serious phase of their relationship yet – they had lived together already for several months, but bringing Poppy into the picture. Starting a family, officially, was something they discussed often. She wanted Kirsten to have a symbol of the commitment that she felt and saw returned in the way Kirsten was so willing to raise Poppy with her, to be a Mum alongside her.

“Here,” she whispered, placing the box onto Kirsten’s lap before pulling herself back up onto the couch beside her. She placed her hand on Kirsten’s leg, squeezing it gently with anticipation and gently moving her fingers across the woman’s inner thigh.

Kirsten sucked in her breath, noticing the slight change in Amy’s demeanour and the size and shape of the box. Without saying anything, she lifted it off of her lap and began to unwrap it. She looked at Amy before opening, eyes wide and unsure. Amy nodded, indicating that she could go on, which did confuse Kirsten slightly. If Amy was proposing, she wasn’t making it very clear.

Kirsten tilted the box open herself, revealing a delicate gold band. It was a simple yet elegant piece, and Kirsten ran her finger over it, once again meeting Amy’s eyes.

“It’s… not an engagement ring,” Amy said slowly, watching Kirsten’s face for any indication of disappointment, but it didn’t come. Kirsten’s eyes were patient and kind. Loving. “But it is a promise.” She reached up to her own chest, just as she had earlier with Poppy, and drew an ‘X’ over her heart. “I love you, Kirsten. Our little family… it is everything to me. And I wanted you to have a symbol of that.”

Touched by the sentiment, Kirsten slipped the ring onto her left hand, then fanned out her fingers and presented her hand to Amy. “I love it, Amy. And I love you.”

Amy let out her breath, which she hadn’t realized she had been holding. A wave of relief washed over her as she released the worry that Kirsten would be dissatisfied. Amy had always been unsure about marriage, even before falling for Kirsten. Poppy had always been rooting for her to marry Ioan, and she carried a certain amount of guilt that she’d always had a bit of a mental block about the idea. Since meeting Kirsten, everything she’d known about herself had been challenged. And while she was fairly confident that one day she would marry the other woman, and absolutely certain that she would be with her forever, this felt like the right gesture for them, for now.

Amy wrapped her arms around Kirsten’s shoulders, pulling them both down against the back of the couch. Kirsten turned her body so that she could lay against Amy’s side, hand on her chest, still admiring the ring. She had accepted Amy, for all of her, a long time ago. She knew what a big deal this was for her, engagement ring or not. That was what made it so endearing.

“Merry Christmas, Amy…” she said softly, pointing with a finger to the clock on the wall which showed it was now past midnight.

“Merry Christmas darling,” Amy replied, kissing Kirsten’s forehead as they lay in the glow of the Christmas tree, fingers tracing down her partner’s arm. “To many more…”

#silvacre #fan fiction #vigil #suranne jones #Kirsten longacre #Amy Silva #vigil season two #vigil series 2

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half-blood-goods · 5 months

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My Live Undertale Yellow Reactions - Factory Edition ft. Ceroba's House

I'm getting sick of this place

"When there's a quota to meet, ethics go out the window" Getting a bit too real for a second there buddy

The more I talk with Ceroba the more I feel bad for her

I love how absolutely DONE she is with this place

She was one millisecond away from swearing in front of us

*Axis returns* Goddammit

No I HATE STEALTH MISSIONS

*Ceroba smashes the screen* JESUS-

Not the windows pipe screensaver

The plot thickens

Yeah you know what, she has every right to be pissed

"Screw the royals, the government-" Fuck yeah girl, you tell them

"I welcome you into my body" This ain't vore, buddy

Oooo lesbian stripes

Alright buddy, prepare to have your robotic ass kicked

Thank God for that Golden Bandana

Also thank God for horny robots

"Will you tell him that I miss him?" STOP

STARLO MY MAN... and Ed!

BITCH WHAT?!?!

I'm feeling so many emotions right now

Ceroba's House

"If anyone can fix this, it's Clover" thank you for putting your faith in me, but you overestimate my abilities

Situation so serious I can't even talk to NPC-s

Wait where do I go?

*Door slides open* ....I thought those were walls....

*Seeing the map of souls* Oh I don't.... I don't like this

*Family portrait* Aww...

"Kids shouldn't play with knives" Heheh.... yeah...

"I think I'm guilty of child endangerment" Pick a number hun, everyone in this game is

"The many trials you've endured have taken their toll on your appearance" Whoever made this game you're so fucking twisted for this-

"Regular dust that is" ENOUGH

*After the video tapes* ......Fuck man..... I think I'll need a break after this

"See you later.... Deputy" I'm starting to get the uneasy feeling that there will be no later for me

Piss off Flowey, I can tell you're shady as fuck

*Chujin's grave* ....... I'll make this count, old man

*The Axis tape* ....Jesus Christ....

#Undertale Yellow Blind Reactions #undertale #uty #undertale yellow #undertale yellow spoilers #reactions #ceroba uty #axis uty #chujin uty #martlet uty #starlo uty

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kawaiiblue18 · 1 year

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Family portraits

So Sonic family tree lore has been swimming around my head to point that it’s gone from headcannons to its own somewhat au that ties in Sonic’s many parents and siblings

The full condensed au lore is below the Keep reading

I was gonna draw a portrait of Tails & Sonic as well as Sonic, Shadow, Maria, & Charles but I didn’t like how they looked so yeah

Might attempt to draw them again later idk

I’m very normal about the sonic fandom wdym

🚨GIANT AU LORE PARAGRAPH WARNING🚨

So basically, Jules had a fling with Aleena when they were in their 20s, but Aleena’s parents forbid them from marrying because Jules was not of royal heritage like Aleena was. However, Aleena’s parents never properly reinforced them to separate until Aleena found out that she was pregnant and Jules was banished from the kingdom. Eventually, the triplets are born with Sonic being the spitting image of Jules with Aleena’s green eyes. (As for why Manic is green and Sonia is pink, I’ll just say it runs in Aleena’s family which is why Aleena’s parents are the color they are in the family tree.) Since Charles, Jules’s older brother, still lives within the kingdom, Aleena asks him to help her in raising the triplets which Charles readily accepts. (Robotnik never steals the kingdom from Aleena here so Aleena never gives up her kids.) Charles is the one who gives her the idea to give Sonic his birth name Olgilvie Maurice, named after both of Sonic’s grandfathers. Charles and Aleena co-parent the triplets, Olgilvie spending more time with his ‘Uncle Chuck’ than his siblings. The three siblings find out that they all had a love for music so Aleena crafts them those medallion necklaces. (They don’t have magic powers like they do in Sonic Underground.) But unlike his siblings, Olgilvie is born with an unusually high amount of chaos energy which gifts him the ability to run at super sonic speeds. When he turns 10 years old, he decides he wants to go off and see the world. His family disapproves so Olgilvie tries to run off, but Charles catches him. Charles doesn’t want Olgilvie to leave, but knows he can’t stop him so Charles gives Olgilvie his plane. From then on, Olgilvie introduces himself as his nickname Sonic to anyone he meets. Sonic then stumbles upon a fox kit that he takes under his wing as his adoptive little brother. All of Sonic’s cannon game story lines stay the same. At some point between adventures, Sonic reunites with Jules and Charles. In all that time separated, Jules had fell in love and married Bernadette (he has a thing for purple hedgehogs I guess lmao), essentially making her Sonic’s stepmother. (Jules never gets robotized here.) Jules never gets to meet Sonia or Manic. Continuing the family tree, Sonic falls in love with Shadow and they have kids with their combined high amount of chaos energy. Their first born daughter is named Maria in memory of Shadow’s adopted sister and their second born son is named Charles after Sonic’s uncle.

Woo boy thats lot. Props to you if you actually read all of that :)))

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