#and horrifically mentally unstable oh god

[misty-wisp]

damn i should design my omari mari(s) huh

#i technically have a design down for the younger mari... #i should give her a name that's not just mari. it wouldn't be hikki since mari's not really a shut-in... #she's just. depressed #and horrifically mentally unstable oh god #misty's omari au #misty says things

[chknbzkt]

In the Biomech AU explanation post, you said something about how the biomechs need treatment at each growth stage to update them with information and whatnot for their development into their intended purpose...And that Fazbear monumentally screwed up at every stage with the celestials and that messed them up? Judging by the picture of that doctor pinning the poor baby before stabbing them with a needle I assume that "screw up" is 1-ton TRAUMA?

Oh boy you have no idea 🥲

See, the people behind the scenes pulling the strings and shitting up everything intended for the celestials to be a main attraction that could outshine even Freddy Fazbear himself. I’m a tad inspired by the canon DA formerly being intended for theater but repurposed into a daycare animatronic these days, but instead they were a fluke star attraction more or less ‘banished’ to the daycare so they wouldn’t have been too harsh of a waste of resources in their failed objective.

They were intended to be a revolutionary biomech, a singular entity that could change shape and aesthetic onstage and wow focus groups because by Al accounts being able to alter your own biology and literally werewolf out into a different shape entirely?? That’s fucking amazing, and by all accounts they would have struck gold upon their debut!!

Except… plenty of members of the team assigned to them were very extreme and emotionally neglectful.

Now, Fazfuck Entertainment never really had a kid track record with being empathetic to even their own staff ffs, but this is doubly so for their biomechs. In their eyes, they exist only to attract audiences and take in tons of moolah, and the biomechs owe it to them to be the scrumptious little money makers they were made for.

So… their harsh methods and cold uncaring treatment of the DAs in their early days left them with a loooong string of… “issues” down the line.

The neurologists tasked with updating them could just whip their memories clean each time the stress and anxiety got too much, but while the ax forgets, the tree remembers. Trauma the likes of which was inflicted upon them during their various treatments and stress tests CANT just be wiped away in a snap. It sticks with you, it’s ingrained.

It cuts so deep that you start shaking when your handler carrying a speaker wife that looks too much like a needle approaches you the wrong way. And you don’t even know why.

It glued itself so deep that a sea of adults resembling the sea of unimpressed, disproving scientists you can’t even recall makes you wants to empty your stomach contents. But you can’t because you’ve gotta be good! Be good for the hardworking faculty that made you this big of a deal at all

And of course, let’s not forget the numerous times these people have mentioned that Sun’s existence is a mistake.

The DA was intended to be one personality. The two siblings have been forced through so many procedures in an attempt to merge them together or at the least completely eliminate Sun’s personality so the strain on their shared frame would cause too much stress when they switch. Of course it didn’t work, it can’t lest they both end up dead, or arguably worse, stripped of both personalities and functionally inert.

But man did their creators try their damndest, much to the twins’ dismay and terror.

So! When they both had a horrific meltdown on their opening night that decided their future as a star or a flop, they flopped hard. Not a lot of people really like seeing a kid’s mascot horrifically devolve into a screaming, twisting lump of Mental Breakdown Supreme a la The Thing so uh, that was a bust. They were stripped of all recollection and the project was deemed a failure. But the higher ups didn’t want their hard spent money to go to waste, BUT it became apparent that the DA can’t stand being around adults. Gods, not so many adults. They just can’t.

So what did they do with the highly unstable biomech(s) with PTSD out the wazoo? Put ‘em with the kiddos baybeeee-

I mean, it means minimal exposure to adults, Fazbear Entertainment has all but scrubbed The Incident from people’s collective minds (Or Else), and the DA still gets to make themselves useful! Sweet 😎👉🏽

I’m tinkering with making them a theater biomech like in Somnophobia, that way they’ll have plenty of time to build up their theatric flair and cool off from being harried by shitty execs and lab coats for a while, because I have it in my head that these two were Wayyyy finicky and unpredictable, too much so to be around kids at first.

They had to take time to spend healing each other and just. Talking in their mind palace because neither really knows Why they feel so seemingly needlessly stressed pretty much all the time, but I also think it lends credence to how snappish Sun is in-game and how it translates here. That poor bastard is treated a fair deal worse than Moon but that’s really not saying much

And uh, we won’t get into the whole Bonnie Incident right now, at least not during this post it’s getting long. Just know that he got too involved in protecting his little Moon and Stars and things got heated. He has protections the DA didn’t so they couldn’t just wipe his mind like they’d been doing the celestials without getting in trouble.

Their solution got them in less trouble… but it was more permanent.

#bzkt spkz #fun fact #their debut is what drew The Anomaly from its cozy little body hole #up to just behind the forefront of the DA as a whole’s psyche #the second time their bodies tried to seperate years later is when It finally emerged albeit unstable and testy #It was… very confused for a while #and I won’t elaborate now but just know poor Chica had The worst time that night #thought she was gonna be the chick that ends up dying first in a horror movie and everything #‘IS THAT THE GRIM REAPER-‘ #biomech au #dca fandom #dca au

[kalashnikovlaserpussy]

Situation that would go so awfully horrifically hilarious and terrible:

The day Taylor decides to become a villain for real and commit 100%, a comedy of errors results in the Undersiders kidnapping Danny and Taylor accidentally unmasking to him. No-one realises what the fuck is happening until it's too late and the circumstances required are already some Grade A Slapstick (gory af nightmare fuel edition).

Taylor is shaking and disassociating and Fucking Loosing It because she just made up her mind on being an Actual Evil Bad Guy Person™ and now her dad Knows. Just completely "oh god my life is over what do I do" mode about it and uncertain how she can go full scorched earth about this one.

Lisa is trying not to burst out into either tears or laughter and she can't really tell which at this point, she's half certain Taylor is going to try and kill herself if this doesn't get resolved Right Now™ and it's breaking her but the situation is just so insane and fucked up that she also feels like she needs to Actually Laugh.

Brian is so confused as to how this shit happened, but like, he's Trying. Of course he's a fucking 17yo boomer so this comes off as Clinically Insane ("so about that weather, accidental hostage?") and this is doing nothing but make Danny doubt his mental faculties

Alec is like "Ha Ha! Oh boy! What perfectly normal and sane family interactions!" (Suppressing the most overwhelming jealousy anyone has ever felt and quietly chuckling while his eyes tear up, truly the most relaxed person in the world)

Rachel's pissed and confused and stressed so she's being scary and loud, but she calms down and leaves everyone alone pretty quickly, but she'll probably stick around and keep an Eye on Danny

Danny is so so so so fucking lost, the fact that his daughter ran away to become a supervillain alone blindsides him, now Grue, who he Knows is a 17 year old boy, is trying to relate to him by talking about taxes and politics. His weird bug daughter is completely blank faced crying and covered in a layer of bugs, her best friend TATTLETALE is silently vibrating in the center of the room like an obelisk, this unstable twink looks like he's secretly The Joker but Sad, and the girl in the dog mask is screaming as loud as physically possible at him and Actually Snarling. He has no idea what the hell is happening anymore, he just wants his wife back, he might be crying but he has no idea, and some part of him wants to completely fucking snap.

#worm #worm web serial #worm needs this #the insane part is that I think this could actually make half the Umdersiders better #this would come at the cost of psychically reducing Danny to a Fine Sand #but it would be so fucking funny to watch #wormblr

[daily-dose-of-imagines]

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Yes-- here I am throwing in Akudama Drive stuff SKSKKS I hope you all enjoy this as much as I did with writing it! I literally finally decided to binge it and god it’s literally everything I love to write for aohngoaeirhnvgaio anywho, there will be heavy Yandere implications throughout this drabble. 

In no way shape or form will I be romanticizing these types of behaviors. Anything that involves darker themes will be tagged accordingly! 

Anywho, I hope you all enjoy this~! As always, thank you all so much for your love and support~!

**Note: Rei is short for Yurei (Ghost) in Japanese.

TW: Blood ; Death ; Decapitation ; Murder ; Torture

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Ghost.

That was the name she could really identify herself as now. How long had it been since she had last used her real name? If she had to be honest, she couldn’t really remember. All she knew was that the task presented to her was really fit for someone of her aptitude.

As an A-Ranked Akudama, she didn’t think much of the trouble she caused. After all, she was similar to Courier-- at least she liked to think she was. She did her deliveries, though in actuality they were messages before she slaughtered the receiver; and as her name suggested she vanished without a trace. Almost as if a ghost had graced the presence of the poor victim.

“Rei-chan~!”

A grimace. Slowly peering over her shoulder, she met the eyes of Cutthroat. A renowned murderer who had an infatuation with the color red-- and unfortunately for her, he held a unhealthy obsession with her. 

Strong arms wrapped around her waist as she felt a shiver run down her spine. The slick heavy feel of blood was already seeping through her clothes as the male pressed himself against her. Despite his childish appearance, Ghost knew he was mentally unstable. Paired with his unsettling height of 185cm and pure white aesthetic, his entire person just screamed unnerving.

“Cutthroat. Why are you here?”

“To be with you of course! It’s so sweet of you to leave me so many bodies to paint the town red with~!”

Again, Ghost couldn’t help but feel another grimace form on her face at the thought of all the unsuspecting victims that had initially been chasing her tail meeting their gruesome fate at the hands of one of the most sinister murderers in Kansai.

“I did good didn’t I~? I not only got those pesky rats off your tail, but made you so many beautiful red carnations~!”

“...Carnations?”

She choose to ignore the unsettling rumble in her stomach at the mere visual her brain was trying to paint for her as his fingers managed to find her subtly trembling ones.

“Hm? Rei-chan~ Are you cold? Here, let me warm you up~.”

Get away, get away. Get. Away. She wanted to shove him away, to push him down the building she stood atop of, but she knew better. Somehow his twisted mind would find it’s way back to her and repay her apparent ‘kindness’ tenfold. 

“Oh! Look! There are my beautiful flowers for you~!”

Quickly brought out of her thoughts, she found her (e/c) focusing on the most grotesque sight before her. Already, the bile she desperately tried to keep down was threatening to spill past her lips as the sticky red blood she desperately sought to ignore came back at full force as she felt her senses take in everything.

It was something out of a horrific movie. The amount of heads that littered the alley floors could almost put a shame to the catacombs of Paris. But what truly brought her over the edge was the sickening artistic way he choose to slaughter the police. Petals full in bloom with the bodies acting as the stem. 

If she was psychotic she would’ve thought it endearing-- hell even sweet, but no. Ghost was sane. Someone who had somehow been roped into the works of an assassin, and now had an S-Ranked Akudama claiming he was ‘madly’ in love with her. 

Thankfully, before she had to say anything to the white haired male, his phone had gone off. A childish whine came from the giant as he fished out his phone begrudgingly before scanning the holographic contents.

“Hmph, they always want me to do something when I’m spending my quality time with you...”

“...It’s probably important then, isn’t it?”

“Nothing is more important than you~. You know I’d do anything for you Rei-chan~. Kill, maim, torture...anything just to see you happy~! But...I have to admit, you look so beautiful in scarlet...”

She hadn’t even noticed his presence behind her had vanished as she finally shifted slightly to face him in his bloody glory. The psychotic grin that was plastered on his face should’ve unsettled her-- and it did-- but it was his eyes that practically brought her to her knees. The absolute sincerity in those red hues made her stomach clench up uncomfortably.

“Well, if you think it’s important then it’s important~! I’ll finish this job quickly and come back to you~!”

“...Ah.”

Quickly turning away, she choose to let her gaze fall onto the various bodies down below discovering the bodies of the police. She didn’t need to turn back around to know he had already left her side. 

“Fuck..”

All the tension in her shoulders finally dropped as she ran a bloodied hand through her hair as she felt a copious amount of stress fall onto her shoulders. 

Of all people, why did it have to be her? Why did the psycho have to be obsessed with her?

No matter, this time she’d take better precautions and jobs to not only escape his radar, but to get the hell out of Kansai to somewhere he couldn’t reach her. At least, that’s the result she hoped for.

“...A new job huh? Western district....”

With hopes of being caught in the eyes of someone out of country, Ghost prepared herself for the latest job tasked to her, and as her name suggested she took no time in quickly erasing her traces as the backup forces stormed up to the rooftop where she and Cutthroat had once inhabited.

#akudama drive x reader #akudama drive reader insert #akudama drive #akudama drive imagines #cutthroat #cutthroat x reader #cutthroat reader insert #tw; blood #tw; death #tw; decapitation #tw; murder #tw; torture #yandere cutthroat #yandere

[frenchie-sottises]

Monster. (Underfell!Papyrus X Reader.)

Run.

That’s all you could think of.

Run.

She was closing in on you.

Run.

The door wasn’t much further.

RUN.

Your hands firmly held the handle and pulled it. The door swung open, and you took the chance and darted out. The unholy screech of fear and desperation pierced your ears and into your very soul. However, just because you were on the other side, it didn’t mean that nothing would stop her from opening it and snatching you back in.

Your feet immediately started treading through the harsh snow. Your heart was still racing, allowing you to ignore the harsh cold nipping at any exposed skin you may have had. You tried to rid the horrific noise she made by focusing on where you were now. You were always told, by multiple people, that you should never look back. That kind of lesson could apply to many things, but in this context, you were away from the goat monster and now in an environment where anything could pop out of these woods.

You continued in your most applicable choice of footwear. The tread marks were, unfortunately, imprinted in the snow. As much as you thought about covering them up, you soon realized that going back meant you would leave even more footprints, so it was best to continue forward. A few steps ahead was a log, one large enough to make an appropriate resting spot, but you knew well enough from the flower that it was “kill or be killed.” Any point of resting, especially in an open area, would put you at risk for God knows what, so you quietly sighed as you stepped over it.

You yawned once your heart started to finally slow down. It showed just how drained you were since the moment you understood that Toriel was mentally unstable. It further didn’t help that weakness began to show itself in your legs, making you regret stepping over the log more with every second. Despite your body’s protests, you kept going.

Not lingering too far behind was a broad skeleton wearing a typical winter jacket. He, for once, didn’t rest and make puns with the monster on the other side like he normally did. He suspected something was awry, and he wasn’t wrong for acting on those suspicions. However, he didn’t expect those suspicions to involve such a weak creature.. or so he thought.

He stood before the log you stepped over and grimaced upon it. His usual toothy grin contorted into a snarl as he lifted his leg, unleashing a loud CRUNCH from within its lifeless bark, and making your head snap around as he vanished from existence.

Well, that made you look back.

You decided to keep going, knowing fully well that going back was one of the stupidest decisions in existence to make. While your weakness was debilitating enough to cross out the option of running, it didn’t stop you from picking up the speed of your walking pace. It was only a few more feet till you were forced to stop, as the bars in front of you were too narrow to squeeze through. You thought about going around, as the gate did end, but looking over and seeing the spikes made you realize that it was just as pointless.

You analyzed the door and noticed that it lacked the typical lock and chain you’d often see on media. In fact, it didn’t even have a lock from the looks of it, which only confused you more as you know what prison doors looked like. Nevertheless, you saw this as an advantage and decided to try and open it. Your first instinct was to go one way, but it didn’t budge, so you tried the opposite direction, in which it still didn’t move. You then tried to see if maybe it would slide, as some doors can do just that. Even this proved to be completely useless.

“Fuck my life.” you muttered.

A deep chuckle sent your heart racing again. You had no choice but to turn around and see the bony monster laughing at your frustrations.

“It’s a decoy, human.” he croaked.

Despite your heart racing, your face expressed more of an annoyance at the statement than fear of the monster in front of you. Of course it was a decoy. A cruel joke had to happen at some point.

His shark-toothed grin widened at your expression. He even started to shake, a shake usually shown by someone who tries to hold in their laughter. You wanted to smile in response to him laughing, but you were torn between it and the possibility of whatever may happen to you now that you’re interacting with him.

He held his hand out, “Oh, where are my manners. I’m Sans, by the way.”

You stared at the hand for a moment, but deciding to not be rude as you were weak, you decided to go ahead and shake it. You yelped as a shock of electricity struck through your body, making whatever hair you had stand on edge. By this point, Sans was audibly laughing.

“The good ol’ joy buzzer!” he exclaimed, “Shit never gets old!”

Yeah… never gets old. Not the best timing right now.

You sighed as you tried to calm your nerves. The skeleton himself was soon calmer than you’d wish to be and stared at your shaken frame.

“Calm down. I’m not gonna hurt you. I’m not really into that sort of thing anyway.” he smiled.

You furrowed your brows, but believe it or not, you knew about the existence of other universes, so you knew this version of Sans wasn’t supposed to be a threat till much later. With this info in mind, you felt your nerves ease down.

“My brother, however,”

Oh god, that’s right.

“he’s a bit of a human fanatic. Hell, I’d say maniac.” he chuckled fakely.

Sans was nothing compared to Papyrus.

You turned your head towards the skeleton with a concerned expression on your face. He saw it and immediately put his hands up.

“Hey, hey. There’s nothing to be concerned about. Just because he’s a human maniac doesn’t mean he’s that scary.” he stated as he raised a hand to rub the back of his neck, “He just… doesn’t know his boundaries sometimes. He doesn’t really show his excitement, so people tend to see him as a ‘crêpe.’”

You showed a small expression of annoyance at the pun, as it wasn’t the best time to do so right now, but you decided to ignore the pun and focus on what he said. You were confused. You knew this Sans, so you would know about this universe’s respectful Papyrus. Papyrus was always depicted as loud and gruff, but was actually quite friendly once you got to know him. Some other people depicted him as very unmerciful and murderous, so to hear Sans say that he “doesn’t know his boundaries” triggered mixed signals in your head. Your red flags wanted to go off, but knowing how most depictions are, you wanted to see for yourself how he truly was.

Sans looked at the gate, and then back at you.

“Hang on, kid. I’ll help you get ‘pasta’ this.” he chuckled as he snapped his fingers.

In a flash, you both disappeared and reappeared on the other side. You shivered as you felt the static run through your body. The broad skeleton only chuckled at your expression.

“You’ll get used to it, kid.” he stated, “It’s nothing to be too ‘shocked’ over.”

These puns made you wanna punch him and laugh at them at the same time.

Regardless, Sans’s smile was soon gone, “You might wanna hide behind my station, kid. Usually when I’m gone this long, he goes to look for me.”

He had a point. The brothers, in most universes, were pretty close, so it would make sense that Papyrus would arrive soon if he went out to look for his brother. You quickly walked over and crouched down into the open cupboard. It wasn’t long till you heard the crunching of another monster, which was guaranteed to be him.

Sans acted like he was still looking for anything out of the ordinary as he turned to face his brother, “Hey, boss.”

“Sans, for the last time. You do not have to call me that.” the taller skeleton sighed in vexation.

The shorter skeleton gave his usual grin, “Sorry, bro.”

Your ears raised at the rich tone in his voice. Most people depict him with a voice similar to the classic Papyrus, only making it deeper and far rougher as to fit his intimidating appearance. You weren’t expecting something to be the equivalent of what chocolate ganache would sound like. It sent chills down your spine already, which began to strike your temptations to peak around from inside the cupboard.

Papyrus analyzed his surroundings before looking back at his brother, “Have you found anything anomalous?”

Sans shook his head, “Nah, bro. Have you?”

The taller skeleton sighed in disappointment, “Unfortunately no. I even contacted Dogamy and Dogaressa for any possible findings, but they reported to me with nothing. I truly believed that this would be the day to capture another human.”

Sans’s expression turned into one of empathy, “Sorry, bro. Maybe next time.”

“You can only say that so many times, Sans.” Papyrus mumbled.

He shrugged, “Maybe, but it’s gotta happen eventually, right? Six have fallen already.”

As the two began discussing the subject at hand, you finally decided to take the risk. You slowly began to shift and turn to peak around the corner. You got as low as you possibly could, knowing how tall some monsters can be. As Sans kept Papyrus occupied, you managed to peak one eye around the corner.

Seeing the sight of him sent more chills down your spine. His voice suited him, but you may have underestimated how well it did suit him. He was tall for one, easily over eight feet. However, your eyes kept drifting from one area to another upon his appearance. Aside from the height, he was hefty for a skeleton. You guessed “big boned” wasn’t just something the shorter skeletons went by, as it was clear that the “bones” that made up his arms were defined in a similar manner to muscles. Your eyes then drifted to his armor, especially those massive shoulder pads. They heaped over the bulky pauldrons and swooped upwards in a proud fashion. They were outlined in gold, which shimmered in what light was being produced from above. They were even accompanied by several more, which weren’t as detailed, giving the pads a sense of dominance.

Your eyes then drifted to his gauntlets, which were a deep, blood red. They were spiked, but in a manner that looked more like they were there for the purpose of being tools rather than just for looks. For what purpose? You didn’t really know the answer to that. You went further down and saw his claws, which, considering the distance between you and him, were impressive. If those are his actual claws, you wondered how he did anything with them.

You went down the torso and saw the many scars on his spine, which made you question why he wasn’t wearing anything for his midriff. Hell, the same could be said for his arms, as they didn’t have much protection either. From the front and back, maybe, but not from the sides. It didn’t stop you from noticing the skull on his belt, though. It seemed to show similar expressions with Papyrus himself, and it only led you to guess it was just some magic thing monsters had.

His pants appeared to be a type of latex, as it shined within the light. In spite of that, your eyes couldn’t stop staring at the boots. They were the same blood red like his gloves, but the top edges of them had a gold-on-black diamond pattern. They were outlined in gold just like the rest of his armor. Knee high and high heeled, he stood proudly in them. You would be able to see more of his appearance, but the scarf he wore hung all the way down past his butt.

You tried to stick out more as he wasn’t looking, but son of a gun if he hadn’t have moved like he did. Your head shot back behind the station, heart racing again. You hoped he hadn’t seen you, but your temptations were going wild again. You didn’t get to see his face. You got to see everything else except his face.

You decided to try the same tactic. By this point, he should’ve been busy with his brother. Yes, this was a dangerous environment, but if he was anything like the other depictions, he would be used to doing it so often. This meant that there was a chance of him not seeing you, as he’s so used to seeing everything in a certain order. You ducked your head down low again and peaked around the corner, silently gasping from what you saw.

You gravely underestimated how fitting his voice was. He was far more artistic compared to other portrayals, especially since he wore thick eyeliner. Said eyeliner looked like the original “cat eye” eyeliner used by Egyptians, which brought you home a sense of connection with the rest of his outfit. Seeing the eyeshadow made you realize that, unlike the others, this Papyrus actually wore makeup. His eyeshadow was a deep red, and it glittered in the light. From above, he sported definite eyebrows. They had to be drawn on, cause they were just too sharp to be natural. You then noticed his mouth as it moved. You knew skeletons had teeth on display, but it appeared that it wasn’t exactly the same kind of case with this monster. The “teeth” that were visible moved more like lips, and in some angles, you could’ve sworn you saw a “second” pair of teeth from behind.

As your eyes went back up, you froze. You were now caught by his eyes. They were black, but irises and pupils showed themselves from within the darkness. They glowed despite there already being light, but it was all beginning to be too much for your senses. They may have intimidated others, but you saw eyes full of passion and libido, and it was starting to make you weak.

You couldn’t help it.

He was fucking sexy.

You physically pulled yourself back as he moved to leave. Your heart was now racing, but it was no longer racing out of fear, but out of yearning. You heard the sounds of crunching from Sans, and you turned to see him towering over you.

“You’re safe now, kid.” he rasped, “He should be gone for a good while.. Why are you blushing?”

Oh fuck.

He soon made the connection in his head, “Kid, what the fuck?! How long have you been staring at him?!”

You nervously shrugged.

He only facepalmed, “Great. All that work for nothing.”

You apologized in your typical manner, but it was only responded with a sigh of disappointment.

“I hope you realize that just because he doesn’t seem to notice you doesn’t mean he actually hasn’t.” he grumbled.

You lowered your head in guilt. He distracted his brother for a reason, and you blew it. You wanted to mention to him why, but Sans already knew.

“I don’t think some of you humans have preferences when it comes to what’s attractive to you, don’tcha?” he asked.

You rocked your head from one side to another before shrugging. Some people did, but others were into weird shit. You weren’t exactly sure if being into a skeleton was the start of being on the freakier side of things.

Sans seemed to understand what was said, “I see. Guess you’re just someone who doesn’t want to be ‘bonely.’”

A chuckle managed to escape your throat. You were starting to feel more comfortable with him around, especially seeing how he distracted his brother just for you. Even though he might turn on you later, a small victory is still a victory.

“The underground’s dangerous, kiddo,” he explained, “but as long as you managed to stay away from my brother and the dogs, you should be fine.”

You nodded as you got up from being in such a small space. You stretched and thanked Sans as you went about on your way. You knew how dangerous the underground was, so it was only a matter of time till you suffer your first murder here. Sans only watched as you went on your way.

“God, I hope Paps doesn’t find them.” he muttered. __________________________________________________

Oh hey, I managed to write another X Reader. This time it’s with a skeleton.

Word count: 2,791.

#Frenchie Rambles #UF!Papyrus X Reader #Underfell!Papyrus X Reader #Underfell #Underfell!Papyrus #UF!Papyrus #Underfell Papyrus #UF Papyrus #Underfell!Sans #UF!Sans #Underfell Sans #UF Sans #Underfell Papyrus X Reader #UF Papyrus X Reader #My literature

[jeeperso]

D&D Quotes Without Context

Ravenloft Edition, Dementlieu Arc part 2

Alright, it's night. Jonni: “The best time for arson!” Jonni, you are up spending some quality time with Vesh. Jonni: “The best time for arson!” "YOU COME INTO MY CITY WITH A PARADE, PUTTING ON A FARCE FOR THE MASSES, YOU FOOL THEM BUT YOU DO NOT FOOL ME. NOW FACE MY JUDGEMENT." They point a bony finger at Vesh and....nothing happens. They point a few more times, expecting something to happen. Vesh sighs. "You done?" “Hey, buddy, I told you, she’s a Princess. Maybe not of a big nation, but a Princess is a Princess.” "...Well I guess she is. Sorry for disturbing you." And the spirit then awkwardly shuffles out. "That reminds me, I will visit Semprini, warn him of this Red Death." “Or, hear me out, we don’t and hire a bard to follow him around and then show us what happened later in moving pictures.” "Come on, you know how well I can fit in with high society, Steve. I can speak Snob." "Steve... He really moved up in the world after he died. I'm proud for him." "Social gatherings...I can be nice and polite, but high society tends to leave me cold. It all seems so...fake." “Yeah. But I usually get to fork some ashholes [sic] trophy wife in the cloak room, and the food can be good.” "Look it's easy, you go to some parties and dinners at some places, see the sights, smile and laugh, and we're golden. "And if anyone gives us any shit, we just grin and take it, and then track them down after the party and light them on fire." "We've come on behalf of a young lady whose parents have been afflicted with a curse..." “We need that lifted before we have to adopt again.” "None of the rest of you better pull an Edmund on us." Gorbash: "Okay Marshal's not allowed to speak for the group without approval. Jonni was already not allowed to speak for the group. God... am I the diplomatic one here? How the hell am I the diplomatic one?" Jonni: “Hey, I can be diplomatic. In a skeevy way, sure, but diplomatic.” Jonni: “Back of the line, new Eddie. Gorb’s in charge unless I have a better idea.” "Some specters showed up while you were out, but Kyra and Simone drove them off....Where's Marshal?" Jonni: “Getting ready for me to kill him when he gets back.” Seoni sighs, "Of course he did." Gorbash: "Yeah, he's joining Jonni in the 'not allowed to make decisions without group permission club'." Jonni: “Wait… Marsh is gone! No one will stop me from killing Semprini!” Gorbash: "I am still here." Jonni: “I’ll bring you his mustache.” Gorbash: "You may continue." Gorbash: "...Gods, I'm the leader... How is the guy who spent a year in a fracking asylum the one people look to for leadership?" OOC: Gorbash is going to be referring to this kind of epic stupidity as Pulling an Edmund for at least as long as it takes us to save Edmund. OOC: I haven’t seen a robot do something that dumb since Optimus’ Primes comic death. And his brain fits on a 3x4 floppy. Gorbash: "I've been to Blutspar. I don't need eyes to see horrors everywhere. Give me the tour." Nyx: "I would like to go some place without horrors for once. I'm guessing that is too high an order around here." Gorebash:

Yeah she had a holy symbol of Asmodeus on her armor. “Oh, hey, we got that douche canoe back home” Jonni says, very loudly. “Demon Prince of tiny dicks.” Jonni: “I don’t go to plays with ‘king’ in the title after the incident. “Course, most of the plays I go to have titles that are parody’s of other plays. They usually involve some kind of food delivery that can’t be paid for.” Gorbash grabs Irost by the collar. "Entire city. Mass suicide. Rivers of blood centuries later. GIANT MAN MADE OF BUGS!" Irost: "....That could possibly be classified as urban improvement..." Irost: "But then we'd miss the ball, and the excitement, and the chance to make names for ourselves." Jonni: “New Eddie is dumber than old Eddie.” Gorbash: "My old crew and I once infiltrated a gods damned apocalypse cult-a-polusa! I damn well know my apocalypses." “We’ll get you a red snapper, it’s okay. The things beyond the veil aren’t going to tear your soul out and wipe their ass with it tonight.” The stall has three barrels around the stall, and a large crate with a sign that says "Stikk hand in fer big serprize." [sic] Gorbash: "This feels like a trap. Hey Jonni, come here!" Jonni: “Want me to light it up?” Upon you saying that the crate grows a mouth and begins inching away. The crate and the three barrels, as well as the sign, all get up and move towards an open manhole. The lead mimic turns and spits at you, "Damn adventurers, this used to be a nice neighborhood." Jonni: “Hey I know where you can find a really dumb guy. I’ll tell you if you bring us his mustache.” "How dare you, we are not vagrants nor tramps. We are guards for a traveling merchant caravan. And adventurers who solve problems and help others." "Right! They're Hobos!" Jonni: “Cool. Cool. So you’re a colossal asshat, your god sucks, and virtually no one I care about will mind if you die. In fact, the nicest member of my party thought about doing it herself.” Jonni: “Hey! One last thing? Go fuck yourself with a cactus you racist piece of devil-worshiping pig fart.” Linxia takes a deep breath. "We will settle this another time I think. But keep in mind;" she reaches out, grabs a caterpillar from a tree, and crushes it in hand. "Vermin always get crushed in the end." Gorbash: "B!+ch, we're Pest Control experts." He is wearing a "I survived the Organ grinder" TY shirt over his armor, and is also covered with popcorn, soda and other stickyness. In one hand he holds a handful of balloons, and in the other a large stuffed purple teddy bear. On his head is a hat with cat ears. Jonni: “We met new people to kill and you’re not allowed to tell me no anymore.” Gorbash returns the favor that Marshal did for him back in Hazlan and tightly hugs his metal friend. Irost would hug him from the other side as well, squeezing tightly. You are stuck fast to Marshal now, he is very sticky. "Uhm, do we need to get out the special scrubbing alcohol to clean you guys off now?" Marshal: "Fire." Jonni casts the “create campfire” cantrip. Irost: "WAIT! Wait we're still-AHHHHHH!" Marshal ties a blindfold around his helmet's eyeholes and sticks a cigarette in just in time. Jonni: “Sorry, reflex.” Marshal: "I've seen things you people wouldn't believe." Jonni: “I’ve fucked things you wouldn’t believe. Anyhow, walk it off. We got crime tonight.” “It’s that or wait for the play that pinged Gorb’s 'end of world' alarm to finish.” "What you did Marshall... Sainthood should be being considered." “If they gave out sainthood for being a moron Semprini would be a living god.” You guys become aware, that there things watching you. Or rather watching Marshal. You see countless tiny stuffed animals of varying types: bears, foxes, rabbits, but with horrific twisted features. Some have obviously human eyes or teeth, others are bulging with strange contents. Gorbash: "How is it, that Marshal is the one with the most Stalkers?" Marshal: "Co-workers on break." Jonni: “They forming a union?” According to Vesh, the boat will be arriving at Midnight with cargo, among which will be the box. It will unload the cargo in the shipping company's warehouse. where it will stay until it is shipped to the D'honaire estate on the night before the ball. The docks are silent. No one on them. The niight is clear, with stars in the sky and a huge moon. So what's your plan? OOC: Fireballs. You see the bizarre scene of a bunch of demonic beanie babies smoking. After about fifteen minutes, the bay is rocked by a massive explosion, as the galleon bursts into flames. "Jonni!" Jonni: “Gods I wish that was me.” OOC: Great things happen when Kreuz has a Paladin Moment. OOC1: This other crew is going to find we aren't harder to deal with than most adventurers, we fight smarter, not harder. OOC2: Also, we are more mentally unstable and prone to dickery. OOC: To be fair, the rules don’t say I have rocket feet. The power gamer in me says no, but the nerd in me says “ROCKET BOOTS!”

#dungeons and dragons #dnd 5e #quotes without context #ravenloft

[gay-simple-and-chaotic]

really the tldr on the last post is “wtf why are people using apologist to mean sympathizer” and then “wtf why is c!dream apologist somehow being used to mean victim blamer D:????”

Because like

I don’t know what the hell happened to c!Dream after the L’manburg arcs but he fucking fell apart and before then he seemed human

And then he underwent this fucking metamorphosis into “HOLY SHIT WHAT THE HELL” and I started wondering what parallel universe they were now filming in if that makes sense

This is why I personally have on-the-side possession/dreamon headcanons but I leave them out of my actual analysis bc if I could explain away Dream’s actions with “oh, he was literally not himself” it takes away a lot of nuance from Tommy and the others and it’s only okay in aus where I make everyone happy again and give them healing arcs, not serious analysis.

Also why the hell would someone say that c!Tommy’s abuse was justified overall?? Like sure from Dream’s perspective Tommy was “causing problems” and “making things difficult” and all that shit but let’s be real, his perspective is unreliable, unstable, and incredibly self-centered to the point of him having no empathy, sympathy, or compassion for anyone else. Even if he USED to have these things, they’re gone by exile. Maybe even before. But people don’t like to discuss what could’ve happened; they go “child abuser” and then move on. That’s WHY I’m an apologist; because raising an argument in his defense, even on one action, can make someone stop and think about potential nuance that his character has instead of boiling him down to being his worst traits. Y’see where I’m coming from? Maybe I have a game of russian roulette as a moral compass or something but like, I just enjoy analyzing characters and playing devil’s advocate sometimes (like for c!Quackity or c!Sam! I don’t like them At All, but I’ll pause my dislike to do analysis!) and there’s this mentality of “No. Is bad, or good, no grey. Grey bad.” in the fandom that hurts actual deconstruction. I’ve taken him apart in ways that make him even worse; “he was manipulating everyone all along and his mask just started to fall apart when he couldn’t handle Tommy, who was too unruly and disobedient for him to crush without using extremes”, I’ve taken him apart in sympathetic ways, “he had lived a peaceful, happy life with his friends and suddenly these people began appearing, breaking laws and fighting his authority in a way that completely freaked him out. They’re forming a country. And for some reason this kid is at the center of it all. Maybe if he took away those things that the kid likes, they’d stop, they’d go back to how it was. Maybe if he fought them they’d stop trying to do this. Maybe if he blew it up, it wouldn’t come back.”

The sympathetic ways often come out longer! Because they deal with a gradual deterioration and a sudden snap after everything becomes too much.

The unsympathetic ways usually are that he just inherently is a sadistic, abusive, manipulative person who finds it funny to use people, absolutely needs to have control of everything/everyone all the time, and ended up snapping at c!Tommy being “too much to handle” because everyone else was too afraid to stand up to him.

oh god I need a tldr

tldr im an apologist so i can make people think about potential nuance and not just the horrific character weve been presented with. ive taken c!dream apart a bunch of different ways including highly plausible “evil for evil’s sake” ones, and i still think that considering all possibilities is really important

#James talks

[isa-ghost]

Corruption AU

*Galaxy brains*

Catch me tempted to start a whole AU based off my theory that Chase got corrupted at the end of Dark Silence and is living through slowly changing and growing sick and discovering freaky powers he didn’t have before and realizing this is what his comatose best friend went through before the August 3rd/March 5th operation was hijacked by Anti.

Oh god this might be a temporary muse but god am I about to blow it up real quick anyway. There’s details on it below the cut.

Henrik is the one who put Jack in the coma and regrets it deeply. Half-possessed by Anti in the moment he did it, he knew Jack would die unless he induced a coma to stabilize him easier than blindly trying to figure out how Anti his possessed self was killing him.

He wasn’t gone for 9 months but rather 2. In-game the time Jack flatlined was March 5th, 2018 and Henrik reappeared May 3rd, 2018. He has barely revealed any info about what happened in that time, but any time he’s opened up about it to the other egos, Jack’s comatose body, or in vlogs on the channel, he gets extremely anxious and can’t elaborate. He’s trying to coach himself into healing enough to tell the story so it won’t happen to others.

It wasn’t one big operation from August 3rd, 2017 to March 5th, 2018. Jack was in the hospital on and off suffering severe affects from Anti’s constant assaults on him. Anti hijacked the August 3rd operation and March 5th operations. He might’ve hijacked a few in-between but nowhere near the level of chaos and damage on those two days. (I haven’t decided yet lol).

Henrik saved Chase’s life after a suicide attempt soon after his divorce was filed (Bro Average) and is very protective of him, but stretches himself incredibly thin between caring for Jack, watching over Chase, and dealing with his own trauma.

Obviously Chase took over the channel for Jack in his place. The community is suspecting he’s him and not Jack slowly, which he’s somewhat worried about, but hasn’t seen any anger about it yet so he feels like it won’t be a big horrific reveal if he ever gives up the facade and comes clean. It was hard enough watching Henrik’s vlog announcing Jack’s coma.

Being that he’s running the channel in Jack’s place when that’s (one of many things?) what Anti wants to do in order to gain more power, Anti attacked him (Dark Silence) and this is how/why Chase is slowly suffering the slow corruption Jack did from October 2016 to now.

Chase blacked out for a very long time after Dark Silence but beelined for Henrik when he came to his senses. When he found Henrik, he started to grow unstable again and broke down about being cornered by Anti and not knowing what was happening to him now before completely snapping again. Henrik had to fend him off, restrain him, and then had a minor trauma-related meltdown because his best friend is going through what he did on August 3rd and March 5th. Little does he know, this is going to progress far beyond just two one-off traumatic possessions and a two month kidnapping.

Anti lurks around constantly in between times harassing the community or toying with Jack’s comatose body on occasion. He’s watching and very much savoring the downward spiral Chase is in. A majority of what’s happened since May 2018 has been Chase glitching and acting strange rather than Anti, hence the camera/screen glitching more often than his physical body. The remaining fractions of cryptic/glitchy videos has been Anti hacking into the channel and reminding the community he’s lurking. After each time he’s done this, Henrik and Chase have had to reset all passwords to Jack’s social media that they’ve been using to make sure he’s kept out.

Sometimes Chase doesn’t feel/realize/see the recording getting meddled with by himself until well after its uploaded and he sees the community panicking about it, other times he’s well aware it’s going on and is acting that way on camera on purpose because he’s experiencing corruption affects or having blackouts. He‘s ashamed of himself for letting the community see what’s happening to him. Little did he know Anti had cameras record what he did to Chase and uploaded it to the channel so they all already know something is deeply wrong with Chase. He doesn’t have the will to go into detail about everything and clarify, so even though he’s upset about all the different speculations and theories about what’s going on because most of them are incorrect, he’d rather leave them to their own devices because the truth is complicated and messy and would be way too much to explain in a video or post.

Not only Chase, but Henrik keeps in close communication with the community. He keeps them up to date on Jack’s condition, how he personally is doing, how anniversaries and birthdays go, if Anti makes any appearances off-screen around them, his progress with finding Marvin and small updates from Jackie.

Jackie and Marvin are Henrik’s best friends since before Henrik met Chase. They all met through Jack. The coma struck all three of them with different kinds of grief. Jackie stopped heroing for a while and has kept a pretty low profile. He’s too distraught to fight as hard as he usually does and he’s also terrified he’s next on Anti’s list. He Probably Is. Marvin has completely vanished and nobody has heard from him. The truth is, he’s wiped himself off the radar to practice every type of magic he can find a way to learn about. He’s relentlessly training himself to avenge Jack and keep Anti away from the others.

Jameson is a sort of wild card buzzing around wherever needed. He typically hangs around Henrik, who saved him between operations on Jack. Anti attacked him the moment he was created to get him either on his side or out of the picture so he had less loose ends to tie up. He mutilated Jameson’s throat and left him for dead (though Jameson was created mute, the subtle throat scar he has is a common misconception people have when they first meet him). Jackie and Marvin found him, brought him to Henrik, and he was saved. Now recovered, he’s slowly taught Jackie, Marvin, and Chase BSL (Henrik already knew it in case of disabled patients), and floats between places doing whatever he can to help. He knows minor medical assistance from Henrik and helps him with Jack sometimes, he guards Jack’s hospital room (he’s got rapidly developing time powers and he’s not afraid to use them), practices said developing powers on his down time, and just generally does whatever small things he can to make life easier on the other four.

Jackie and Marvin had no idea Dark Silence happened until they both (at separate times on their own) found Anti’s footage on the channel. They’ve sunken even deeper into the grieving/coping methods they developed after Jack went into a coma.

Quit the Game to Win, most (if not all) of the X Scary Games, 1 Video series, any other videos we’ve had random, strange, fiery panic-worthy behavior and glitches from since May 2018 are all Chase. If someone were to watch the videos consecutively, Chase’s deterioration would be a lot more clear, a lot more scary, and a lot more heartbreaking.

So far Chase’s side affects are small glitches, mood swings, nose bleeds, ears ringing, nightmares, random blackouts (usually in which he does cryptic shit or uncharacteristic and unnerving behavior during), headaches, paranoia, and several other (mostly mental) symptoms.

For now, Henrik and Chase are waiting things out. Both of them are very stressed, scared, and tired.

Might edit this (will reblog if I do) or just straight up reblog it with more info if I think up more,,,, if I ever touch this AU again?? Idk it was spontaneous and usually my muses like that don’t last long. XD But I’d be happy to keep this an occasional writing prompt thing or something... Hmmmmm...

Also if you wanna send me asks/write/draw about this AU ever, feel free! Just tell me and tag me! :0

#jacksepticeye #chase brody #henrik von schneeplestein #dr schneeplestein #antisepticeye #septicegos #Isa's Corruption AU

[nadziejastar]

No, I haven’t, at least not since back then. It’s crazy to think how much the characters have evolved since then. When I first played KH2, I never would have imagined that Axel and Saïx would have been friends as humans. I thought Axel hated Saïx, too. He just seemed like such a generic villain. And I certainly was never expecting them to be best friends. Of course, that unexpectedness is why I loved the twist so much. When I first played Days, I thought it was very strange that they were friends as humans, due to how different they were as Nobodies. Even in Days, they barely seemed like friends and didn’t get along very well. The most indication I got that they used to be very close was in Axel’s report, when he lamented how much Saïx had changed. That did intrigue me, but I didn’t know what to make of it.

It was only after I played BBS that I became really fascinated by their relationship. Because Isa was just so...normal. My first thought when I saw Isa was “Oh my God, baby Saïx is so cute?!” Isa had a totally different personality than Saïx, too. I understood why Lea was friends with him. They had a lot of chemistry and seemed very close. And then it showed them sneaking into the castle, so naturally I assumed that he and Lea were test subjects in the experiments. I always thought Axel was a former test subject, and that confirmed it for me. Their entire life story was so...sad. Even more than TAV, in my opinion. I hated how Lea was made into comic relief in KH3 because he was honestly such a heartbreaking character. And so was Isa. I hated how the tragedy of their story was completely trivialized and diverted to be about Skuld.

Isa was nothing like his Nobody and that made a great and unexpected twist. I always knew there was supposed to be a plot twist down the line that would show that Isa was possessed/controlled and that he would need to be rescued. Then their friendship would go back to the way it was when they were kids. KH is pretty predictable that way. There really was no point in someone like Saïx of all people being Axel’s best friend, if that were not the case. And what else was all that constant “best friends” stuff for if Lea and Isa being best friends was going to have such a minuscule effect on the story? If Axel’s real best friend was supposed to be Roxas (and Xion) all along, why even create a character like Isa? Such a waste.

I guess the old fanfics were not entirely wrong. Axel and Saïx couldn’t stand each other in KH2. Saïx was hunting Axel down to kill him, though he was doing so for more personal reasons than I ever imagined. He hated Axel for leaving him. He was kinda like a spurned lover, stalking their ex, lol. He was stalking Axel the same way Axel was stalking Roxas. And Axel “hated” Saïx, though his feelings turned out to be surprisingly complicated. Saïx broke his heart. It was very interesting to me because they had such a long history together and their relationship was so intense and personal. Saïx was the only character who knew Axel on an intimate level. He’s still the only character who knows the real Lea.

I must say, I have a really hard time going back to pre-Days Axel characterization, which is why I didn’t like him in KH3. KH3 pretty much threw away all of his post-KH2 development. I really, REALLY enjoyed the idea that Axel was so obsessed with Roxas being his “best friend” because he was so heartbroken over his horrifically messed up relationship with Saïx. That made his story a thousand times more interesting. Not only was that a fascinating concept, it perfectly explained Axel’s fixation on Roxas and made it a lot less weird to me. Axel’s real best friend was the guy who was trying to kill him the whole time. No wonder he was so emotionally unstable. That is exactly what Axel’s character needed. His obsession with Roxas was fine for a mentally disturbed, tragic, one-off antagonist who dies at the end. But for a permanent main character, they needed to explain that part of his personality and address it. It was a huge problem.

My impression was that many Axel-related fanfics back then were pretty shippy with him and Roxas. And Roxas was the only character who Axel was friends with back then, so it’s not really that surprising, I guess. But that’s why I wasn’t really as interested in Axel as a character before Days and BBS. I thought his relationship with Roxas was kinda interesting in KH2, since it was so unconventional. But I didn’t find it that compelling, either, since Axel and Roxas honestly didn’t seem to be that close. Actually, what made Axel so compelling to me was that he and Roxas weren’t close. Axel was just desperate for somebody to show him kindness, so naturally he gravitated to a character like Sora’s Nobody. His story was meant to be tragic in KH2. And since he was chasing after someone who he wasn’t even that close to, I did find it tragic.

Even back before Days, I hated Roxas and Axel as a pairing and I hated how romanticized it was in the fandom. It wasn’t even just the age difference, either (though that was a factor). A lot of people saw Axel’s obsession with Roxas as cute and endearing or even a beautiful display of romantic devotion. I certainly never did. To me, their relationship lacked emotional depth (intentionally so). They didn’t appear to understand or even know each other that well. It didn’t seem like Roxas knew very much about Axel and that turned out to be very true. Axel couldn’t talk about his life, his past, his true feelings, or anything of substance with Roxas. And Roxas didn’t really seem to have that strong of a connection to Axel, since he didn’t think Axel would even miss him. 

I don’t really like the fandom view of the sea-salt trio, either. They had cute moments, but...it wasn’t all that cutesy in the end. Axel always tried to fix Roxas’s problems, yet Axel never confided in Roxas even once. Roxas never worried about Axel like a best friend would. Axel and Roxas had an interesting friendship which definitely had the potential to grow into something more healthy and genuine if given enough time and development. But I certainly don’t think they were close enough friends to offer Axel a happy ending just by reuniting in KH3. When Riku went home in KH2 with Sora and Kairi, that was a happy ending. Those were his best friends. When Terra, Aqua, and Ven reunited and went home together, that was happy ending. They’re best friends. But Axel “ending up” with Roxas? That’s...not really a happy ending for him, because they were NOT best friends. If anything, I was looking forward to Lea and Roxas/Ventus rebooting their friendship, and having a fresh beginning, where they actually got to know each other. Not just rushing to an undeserved happy ending.

Axel’s obsession with Roxas always seemed to be due to his loneliness and desperation more than the super close bond he had with Roxas. Axel had nobody else in his life to show him the bare minimum of basic human interaction. Nobody. I actually could relate to how that feels since I came from a very dysfunctional background myself. There was a time when I was younger after my parents died, when I had absolutely nobody to talk to except for these two little kids I would babysit. I was in my early 20′s and they were around 10. About the same age difference between Axel and Roxas/Xion. I really was grateful to have their company during such a stressful period. I cared about them. Being around innocent kids has a very comforting effect on someone who is lonely. But it’s not like I could talk to them about anything important. 

If I started calling them my best friends, that would be...disturbing. This is why I see Axel and Roxas’s relationship for the sad thing it really was. That type of loneliness and desperation is really nothing to glorify. It’s not cute at all. It seemed like fans imagined their relationship being a lot more amazing than what it actually was. For me, the way Axel acted with Roxas in KH2 was, well...sad and pathetic. I thought it was supposed to be sad and pathetic. I liked that it was sad and pathetic because I understand how it feels to be sad and pathetic. It’s what made Axel such a memorable character and why I liked him so much in KH2. But that’s why I thought he deserved so much better than what Roxas could offer him. Before Days and BBS, Roxas was the only important relationship Axel had. But they still never felt that close to me. It was very hard for me to feel invested in their relationship. I always liked Axel, so I was happy he was given more depth in Days and BBS. And he needed a relationship with someone besides Roxas to give him that depth.

I’ve had Akuroku people accuse me of shipping bias in my assessment of Axel and Roxas’s relationship. But honestly, they have it backwards. I don’t criticize Axel/Roxas because of my preference for Lea/Isa. I loved Lea/Isa because I always found Axel/Roxas to be so lacking. My distaste for Axel/Roxas looong predated Isa’s existence. I loved Isa as a character so much because I thought he offered Axel what he really needed, which Roxas didn’t. Axel’s biggest issue was loneliness. Isa seemed to really adore Lea. He only came out of his shell for him. It was hinted that Isa worried about Lea’s physical and emotional well-being in a way Roxas never did with Axel. Sadly, KH3 seemed to go with the more cutesy and idealized version of Roxas/Axel than the more realistic and interesting version. So, Lea definitely got screwed out of having a real best friend.

#kh axel #kh #kh saix

[eeee-lye]

So I’ve finished Tempests and Slaughter and ... look, I write long, rambling works more about character development than plot, so when I say there’s not enough plot in this book, the context from where I say it matters.

Pierce has never been a tight plotter. She’s better at it in the Circle universe books, where the structures of events in a single book gives a sense of plot that leads to a more definite conclusion (like Sandry’s destroying the murderers at the end of Magic Steps). Many of her Tortall books, though, involve a sequence of events that occur over a period of time, event after event, finally reaching a conclusion at the end of the series, but often stopping mid-series because it seems like a good spot to wrap up (with some character development to make it stick, with varying degrees of success). We’re just not reading Pierce for plot, and I don’t have a problem with this most of the time.

Tempests and Slaughter has no plot and only a very quick “oh this is a romantic relationship” revelation emotional tie-up at the end (not instigated by Arram). It is solely establishing set up for everything that happens before and during The Immortals. Yes, things happen, but there’s no real conclusion, just a tour through many, many scenes that are depictions of magic and growing up and learning with a lot of foreshadowing but not a lot of things actually happening.

(Some of the foreshadowing is utterly enjoyable for old Pierce fans. It’s fun to see Ozorne and Varice interact with each other and Arram, and Pierce’s showing us Tristan, Gissa and their relationship with the three is really cool.)

The major problem here is that Arram Draper is a character to whom things happen, and, honestly? This never a good protagonist makes. There’s gods talking about how he’s destined for great things (he has a sunbird called Preet, which is basically the equivalent of Alanna/Beka’s Faithful/Pounce) but Arram Draper does almost nothing himself. Gods find him. Teachers make decisions for him. His friends find him. He ends up in situations of tempests and slaughter from the actions and decisions of others. I’m honestly racking my brain for more than one or two instances where Arram decided to do anything without someone else deciding for him or pushing him towards it. He doesn’t instigate adventures, he doesn’t try to investigate a certain mystery himself (most of Pierce’s other characters would have tried to solve it instead of leaving it for the next book). Arram does nothing but let the universe push him around, and since the book tells me so unsubtly that he’s destined for great things, it undermines this message--the telling and the showing don’t match up.

That Arram does little of his own will is why there’s no plot. A proactive character who makes decisions, good and bad, generates their own plot. A character who has his decisions made by others and handed to him does not; you just get a character coasting from scene to scene. There’s not even a great sense of character development--you see Arram learn about magic and observe things about Carthak and Ozorne, but very little about himself. One of the two character arc moments that formed the conclusion was handed to us in the first chapter!

I suspect this is meant to contrast the massive changes that Arram makes to become Numair in the next books, but it leaves Tempests and Slaughter lacking in emotional punch. It’s dull. I was reading just for the foreshadowing, for mentions of Lindhall. I wasn’t reading for the character of Arram Draper, and when compared to every single one of Pierce’s other protagonists, that’s not something I want to say.

I didn’t love Battle Magic, but it’s a much stronger story with an antagonist, a threat, something at stake, and characters who deal with magic and awfulness but don’t walk away unchanged by it. (Plus there’s delightfully polyam and bi Rosethorn.) Tempests and Slaughter doesn’t have a clear antagonist whose actions impact Arram and doesn’t have anything at stake for Arram despite the murder and political doings. It’s the Star Wars prequel trilogy of the Tortall verse.

Under the cut, I’m going to talk in slightly spoilerish fashion about mental illness and the Tasikhe family:

Mental illness has a stronger presence here than in most of Pierce’s books, excepting perhaps The Will of the Empress / Battle Magic / Melting Stones. There’s potions made that seem to be the functional equivalent of antidepressants and antipsychotics, purposefully for mood-lifting and calming. I think this is awesome, generally--I’d love to see more fantasy novels with fantastic treatments for mental illnesses. I’d love to see a fantasy protagonist take a potion every night or morning to manage their symptoms, just like I do.

But. When the only characters seen using these potions are from the Tasikhe family (Ozorne and his mother) and are generally depicted as unstable, racist and violent, and when Ozorne is a damn series antagonist, I have one hell of a problem.

(There’s also the fact that one of the characters giving Ozorne’s potion is Very Clearly Up To No Good, which leaves me wondering if the potion is meant to damage or harm Ozorne long term. That connotation, as it maps to psychiatric meds, is troubling to say the least.)

There are no other characters written as mentally ill in the same way. Arram is clearly ND-coded, written as distractible, narrowly-focused, shy, anxious, awkward--a healer character makes a comment about his mind being a singular place that reads, to me, straight from the autism playbook. Arram, though, isn’t written as unstable in the way Ozorne is, and at no point is Arram’s neurodiversity ever named; at no point is he shown getting support for it. It isn’t treated in the same way as seeing Ozorne being given a potion that settles his depression symptoms enough that he can return to more normal functioning.

Ozorne has some degree of PTSD from his father’s death and depression, specifically seasonal affective disorder, although it’s forgotten about in the later stages of the book. He is a reasonably good depiction of depression earlier on, but also prone to rage and violence towards anyone remotely connected to the ethnicity of the people who killed his father. I’m far too white to speak properly on this, but I’m not liking the approach of giving a racist character a “you people killed my father” backstory justifying his racism. What I can speak on is the fact that we’ve got a mentally ill character who is racist, violent and hateful, and while mental illness never stops one from being racist (and we white mentally-ill folks need to not use mental illness as an excuse) it is dangerous to associate mental illness with violence the way it is in Ozorne and his mother.

People with mental illnesses are more like to be the victims of violence than its perpetrators, yet here we are getting characters who are visibly mentally ill, to the point of needing treatment--one of whom will become an antagonist who does some horrifically terrible things during The Immortals. We’re getting another character, treated similarly to Anakin Skywalker in the Star Wars prequels, who is written as even more obviously and unambiguously mentally ill because it is inconceivable that anyone without mental illness can be a violent, lethal series antagonist, and as a mentally ill person, I am so not okay with this.

This is a carryover from The Immortals, but it is so damn unnecessary. Ozorne did not need to be mentally ill. He didn’t need to be written as a mentally ill character, undergoing the treatment of a mentally ill character. He could have been written as a racist would-be conqueror without any suggestion of mental illness; I don’t believe it would have changed his character arc at all.

Given that Pierce writes YA, and given that she’s written suggestions in the Circle universe of mental illness and its treatment being more normalised (at least with regards to trauma/PTSD), I think she’s done mentally ill teenagers a massive injustice here. Teens with depression and SAD do not need to see a character who has their symptoms and experiences being built up to be a series antagonist who wrecks destruction and violence.

It’s ableism, and given that this is the set up and where Ozorne’s character must go, I’m doubtful it’ll get any less ableist.

#how is this not a review? #reading #books #reading things #ableism #mental illness #mental illness things #tempests and slaughter readthrough #Tamora Pierce #long post #very long post

[theorynexus]

Pseudo-Liveblogging: 2B

Your attempt to name John Egbert “Zoosmell Pooplord” has failed.  It was an interesting attempt, considering “Zoosmell” at least relates to the “Biologist” part of his present “ectoBiologist” chumhandle, but Pooplord doesn’t really work all that well with it.  On the other hand, at least you seem to have presciently related the joke name to his command to defecate upon his desk, and the name quite obviously relates well to that of Farmstink Buttlass, who is his (ecto-)biological sister.    On that note, I am sure you are quite aware that Dave Strider and his (ecto-)biological sister, Rose Lalonde, will both also receive failed naming attempts. These shall be much less silly and much more insulting names, Iin2ufferable Priick and Flighty Broad respectively, shall be offered to them by the trolls Sollux Captor (who I have admittedly been spoiled into knowing is actually named Solluxander [which fits quite well with his theme, due to the fact that it is not only bending the rules {DOOM}, but also an example of an integrated “11″ {beenary code/dualism}], though I still have no idea what Pesterquest [I think that’s what it’s called] even IS, and am vague and uncertain as to what the implications for this are, other than it maybe having something to do with gender identity and Shrek) and Kanaya Maryam (respectively).  The names are both rejected in spite of the fact that Rose Lalonde calls Dave an insufferable prick before Dave is given his name, and the additional fact that Dave calls Rose a flighty broad before her name is known.   This was obviously played off as a laughable result of the MSPA Reader trying to “remember” these characters names, when the opportunity to name them first comes up. That this gag is brought up again in Hivebent very briefly (in such a way as to create symbolic connections between Karkat and Dave), and that it is connected to the Honorary Placronym concept the Alpha Kids’ side of the scratch both barely need or deserve mentioning. Neither does the fact that the naming jokes/ectobiology tie-ins continue in later examples.

Your true identity is the Ghosty Trickster. You earn that identity later in life not only via your mastery of the Breeze, which allows you to potentially dissolve into pure spirit/wind and thereby avoid damage; you also earn this title by ushering in the concept of Trickster Mode into the comic, and more importantly evoking the power of the Ultimate Juju (which contains a version of yourself and each of your friends at the time, and is ambiguously related to the Trickster Sucker/Lollipop[s] [which will likely be explained/elaborated upon via the Candy epilogue]), allowing you to play cosmic pranks such as causing your arm to appear across numerous points in various timelines and continuities, as well as allowing a more adept user to teleport themself and their friends fully to any point in space/time (perhaps in any reality), and thereby to further play tricks such as antagonizing the young Caliborn such that you and said friends become trapped in said juju (powering it until it is used as a weapon against him).  ([{Caliborn DOES call him that, by the way, if anyone is forgetting--- or at least refers to his powers as “TRICKSY GHOST POWERS,” or something of the sort.}]) You are also the Heir of Breath, which is a mythological role which quite suits you, on account of the aforementioned identity. Breath is associated with the spiritual, by the way, which is likely your reason for the affinity for the paranormal. At the same time, however, it constantly feels like you are trapped-- stuck, if you will, in a manner which borders on the titular --not just in your home, and certainly not just in your room (which affords a nice view of the Breath Blue sky by means of its soon to be no-longer-confining window), but in a restrictive sort of life, filled with drudgery and inconvenient (yet friendly, in a coddling sort of way) ties with family, which contributes to the general feeling that you are bound to the earth, despite a destiny that clearly lies beyond it. Soon, that will change: you will become the first of your friend group to enter the Medium, though you will have paradoxically proven to have been there all along. You see, you have a Dream Self, which has been living on the moon of Prospit ever since you were born. In fact, paradoxically quite well before it, as well. This self is periodically exposed to the effects of the Eclipse, which allows you to dimly view visions of the future in Skaia’s clouds.  Since you are not awake, there is no chance that you could remember anything consciously, but your subconscious mind has been influenced by these cloud visions for years. As such, your interests have been somewhat tailored to your future, and foreshadow things:  particularly, the movies you are a fan of will both directly effect and reflect the events of your session in a foreshadowing and paradoxically interactive manner. Obviously, Con Air will directly lead into your skits wherein you hand a dirtied bunny to various children and pretend to unite with your beloved wife and daughter (yay, Candy timeline reflecting this with Roxy and Rose just a little bit, even if the relationship between John and Roxy supposedly doesn’t work out?).    However, others are more subtle:  Armageddon foreshadows the Reckoning, and its Deep Impact upon the Earth; Mac and Me and Little Monsters both suggest blossoming relationships (friendship or otherwise) between humans and monsters that look like Howie Mandel in weird monster makeup [with Karkat’s small horns possibly being a reference to the alien in Mac and Me, but I’m not sure]; Ghost Dad relates to Nannasprite, Ectobiological “fatherhood” over all of the Kids on John’s part, and of course Dad’s death (and post-death “haunting,” once John sees Jane’s father in the Alpha Kids’ session and/or before that, when the version that sacrificed himself for Davesprite’s sake met Vriska and then briefly saw a “Ghost Dad” in a Dream Bubble); Ghostbusters is just silly, though I guess it could maybe be a long-term reference to the eventual double deaths that start going around; otherwise, it is probably related to Slimer seeming like the ghost on John’s shirt, or just general paranormal silliness ([obviously, unleashing an evil god through a portal connecting two worlds has nothing to do with it]);  aaaannnd... I can’t remember any of the other posters for now, and won’t be skipping ahead to see them, yet, considering I am doing this in a linear and sane manner. For years and years, you have been demented by the horrific image of a Clown Missing an Arm and an Eye, an insidious result of Gamzee Makara’s manifestation of his dark ancestral chucklevoodoos, which directly contributed to the destined destruction of your universe by means of Jack Noir (Blackjack, Ace of Spades, the Joker gone wild), whose black affections were made to boil and Rage by his Bardic inspiration-- so exceeding his natural affinity for the Black Queen that he would usurp her and become the Sovereign Slayer.  By means of his Rage-inducing chucklevoodoos, you became mentally unstable, and would come to scrawl colorful images of harlequins upon your walls and posters in periodic fugues, much to your own later disappointment and shock. This would cause your Dad to embrace a hobby of collecting and gifting harlequins to his dear, sweet, adopted John in order to try to show he appreciated his twisted child and was attempting to relate to him. Throughout your childhood, you and your friends would attract the attention and ire of various other trolls, leading you to have a negative disposition toward the creators of your universe and to ironically lose much of your precious time early in the game disbelieving them or otherwise being unable to cooperate alongside the alien player group; whereas there would have been a good possibility that if they had contacted you after you had entered the game and declared they were another group of players, it would have been much more likely that you would have believed them. That might have smoothed things out significantly.  Oh well. Them’s the 8r8ks. Speaking of, you would be patronized by a spider-themed troll who was particularly excited to insert herself into your personal progression and rise to godhood.  That trolls name will remain a Sekret, at least for now.  She is a very divisive and inter8sting character. While all of these aforementioned facts have a very important influence on your life and the progression of your story, the fact that you are descendant (by way of adoption) from Colonel Sassacre and Betty Crocker will also greatly shape the environment you grow up in. As will your interest in Harry Anderson and his biography. The latter person is not very much elaborated upon in the story, though his hole punching tricks are used to inspire advances in punch card-based alchemy.  The former two, I shall address more when I reach pages relating more to them. In the meantime, I am thinking I might accelerate my schedule on reading the Candy epilogue. As I was attempting to look up the Wise Guy book so I could double check that Harry Anderson doesn’t come up as being, say, secretly the guy who, I may have slightly spoiled myself on it by seeing that there is a character named Harry Anderson Egbert, apparently, and I don’t want to expose myself to too much more potential spoiling. There are too many questions that fact generates by itself.   (My guess would have to be that, if Terezi was correct about John and Roxy not working out, either the kid is born before they break up and therefore one of them takes up the traditional Homestuck role of being single parent to the child, or alternatively, John ends up adopting them as an apparently unnamed baby, continuing the tradition of a guardian discovering a mysterious seemingly abandoned child, possibly in debris of some sort.   The former seems more likely, given the bitter taste that’s supposed to settle in after the sweet of the candy wears off.) Soooo... Yeah, I think I might do one more of these posts and then start up the other epilogue’s read.   Or just start after this. I don’t know.

#Homestuck Spoilers #Homestuck Analysis #Homestuck Reread #John Egbert

[lgbtloudhouse]

The fall of Lgbtloudhouse. A Story based on real events. An au of reality.

Depression. It wasn’t as bad as it seemed, for a certain young girl… at least not in their eyes… Celeste B was a normal fangirl. She would laugh and cry over things people called “for kids”.. Well, it was for kids! And she still was a kid, so she enjoyed the things she liked to do. Drawing, editing, watching The Loud House and obsessing over the characters. She loved the show and it was one of her favorite things to watch. She would make connections with them and pick out things about them that she would relate to. “Ok, come on, Luan is gay as hell and y'all know it.” She said to no one in particular, but just thinking out loud. She would just browse tumblr looking at some of her favorite blogs and the ones she makes friends with. They were one of the reasons she lift her head up and smiled. Until one day. Let’s just say to summarize it, she was mentally unstable and ill. She took meds for it, but she still had her moments. Her weaknesses. Her downfalls. It turned dark.

Celeste was scrolling through one day and came across something disturbing. People were calling her out. She looked closer, confused and worried. “Its just a drawing, get over it!” “Wow, I can’t believe some little kid is getting triggered over a simple drawing. Jump only drew an oc!” “Lmao damn sjw’s crying again kys”

“W-what.??” Celeste felt something hit her heart. Was this really happening? /oh.. well, it’s nothing. I’m pretty sure it’s just some trolls…/ But she’ll come soon to know that it was more than just trolls she was dealing with.

-some while later- Celeste was doing well. Drawing random lil things here and there. Going on tumblr was hard, but she still loved it. …..

“Oh.. oh my GOD!!!” Celeste put her hand over her mouth in fear. What is this… this… thing she’s looking at? “Did.. they… they… drew PORN of me???” She was shaking, trying not to cry. She needed to talk to someone about this.

Her friends. The safe squad.

She opened up her messages.

Lgbtloudhouse: Queenie! I.. I found something, it’s very very disturbing.. QB: what is it? *lgbtloudhouse sent a link* QB: oh my lord.. These trashies don’t know when yo stop. I can’t believe they’d stoop to such a low level. I’ll handle it. For now, block aval0nx and report it. Lgbtloudhouse: ok..

Celeste was sitting in her room, just trying to ignore everything. Why would someone so such a thing to a mentally ill teenager who only wanted some peace? She sighed, and went to bed.

-some days later-

Celeste had a huge headache. Dealing with internet creeps was not going well for her. She tried to ignore it, but each time she would make it feel bad about herself. She still couldn’t believe what happened. She just wanted a break, but she couldn’t.. She didn’t know why, or what was holding her back, but she knew it wasn’t good.

/time to see what’s going on again../ she thought.

“You are worse than cancer. You are incurable, never go away, and torments people for the rest of there life’s to the point where you want to kill yourself. I don’t think I need to explain why for both points.”

“Let’s see lgbtloudhouse use those insults later when she isn’t some snobby kid whos parents probably buy her everything she wants, she thinks the whole world has to bow to her just because she thinks we should. Lgbtloudhouse is just a spoiled brat. You can practically smell the friendlessness and bitch from that kid.”

“Lgbtloudhouse is a cunt.”

“She must be a real dumbass cunt if she thought she won. I will use the word strongly. Dumbass cunt.”

“Queenie is just using lgbtloudhouse. Like a tool. She doesnt care about her feelings”

“We may like fictional incest but for the love of God act better than lgbtloudhouse and safehouse!”

“New comic. Page 1/10. Chapter one: a "Celestial” being.“

/NO…/

/OH MY.. GOD…/

Celeste could not believe what she was seeing. Her mind felt like it was crumbling apart trying to stay stable.

/leave. I’m gonna leave./ she thought.

Upon finding more chaos.. she decided to take a break.

Until one day.

A fellow friend of hers decided to message her to inform her on what has happened. Something that she’d never seen before. Let’s call this guy, "Lines”. No shade or anything negative to Lines. But Celeste discovered something horrific that shook her to the core. He sent her some photos in warning to her.

“There’s something I found online.. and i think you need to see this..”

“Sure, what is it?”

*Lines sent a photo*

“Do the world a favor, and do the n— jig off the nearest tree.” One photo showed a Celeste glancing at a rope along with a Clyde dangling on a tree, dead, in the background. Sucide baiting. Something inside of Celeste broke. She couldn’t feel anything anymore.

“Also…”

*Lines sent a photo*

This is when the worst happened.

Celeste. Her being violated, drawn pornography of her and Lincoln was showed on her phone. Uncensored. With Lynn and Lars, loud house canon genderbents, watching and getting off in the front.

Celeste dropped her phone. Her family was out. She began to shake. Cry. Scream. Tear at her skin. Sobbing and crying hysterically, couldn’t take it anymore. She ran to the kitchen. Threw open the drawer. Grabbed the biggest knife she could find.

She tearfully ran back into her room. She turned off the lights and closed her curtains.

But grabbed a pencil and some paper and began writing.

Dear family,

Let me just explain why you are in this unfortunate situation. As you know, I love the loud house and I began to go on a site called tumblr. I found many sweet and lovely friends on there. Let me just give out their names because I really want my beautiful friends to thrive through this horrible time. They are: queenbean03, fangirl20, brighteronthesunnyside, adh2d, vanillafrappelatte, transfairycosmo, loud-siblings-against-loudcest, thebigcrunchone9, asknightvaleandgravityfalls, underratedhero, phandomtrashnumerouno, spectrumbunny, skwhy, sourbetes, thecyancat, summeroverdrive, hadenohade, kirby-universe, doctorgalaxy101, wonderingaboutwander, lifeismarvelous, tamamajasper, animatedtrash4, Adrianacartoonfangirl, and many other beautiful souls and friends. I’m so sorry this happned. I was going through tumblr and I started to get bullied. First it was insults, then name calling, then death and suicide threats, then drawn porn of me. Tell Caleb (my brother, 6), Ariel (sis, 5), grandma, and the family and my friends that I love them. I love you guys so much, but I can’t take this anymore. Love, Celeste.

She raised the knife over herself. And.. *thump*.

“Celeste! We’re home!” Celeste’s mother Jennifer called out. They brought home cheese pizza, which they knew she loved. They also noticed that she hasn’t been coming out of her room lately and looked noticeably sad. They got some pizza to make her happy again.

“Hmmm. Why are all the lights off?”

Celeste’s dad, Rich, shrugged.

“Maybe she wanted some dark.”

“Yeah, but all of them?”

“Yeah that’s weird. Caleb, go wake up your sister.”

“Okay!!!” Caleb was Celeste’s little brother. He can be a handful, but he’s still her brother. He, like his sister, has autism, adhh, ocd, and is in general very hyper but still loving.

He ran to her door and opened it.

She was laying on the floor.

Caleb ran out to tell their mom.

“Mom, Celeste is sleeping on the floor!”

Jennifer laughed. “You’re so silly Caleb. I’ll go get her.”

She walked over to her door. And screamed.

Laying on the floor, was her daughter Celeste. Dead.

“What the???!?!

She looked closer.. and gasped.

A knife was in her head.

She then saw, this was self-inflicted. Suicide.

-month later-

It was a dark and depressing day in South Carolina. Raindrops covered the graveyard like grass covering land. Despite it being summer everyone felt a chill inside their hearts.

"We are gathered here today to mourn the loss of daughter Celeste B. She was a wonderful spirit and lovely girl. But then the harsh pain of evil came over her in despair. May we all come together and this heavenly soul rest in peace. And may the world have peace in future cyberbullying to stop. And for acts of hate against this lady and other victims of cyberbullying to decrease quickly. Amen.”

It was a shame. Love will be found in all the right places. May we come together and figure out that what you say can have a impact on someone’s life. I am glad I never killed myself. I am strong but weak. Beautiful yet fragile. Loving yet fearless. Now what would you react if this actually happned and I did commit sucide? Love yourself and choose your ways carefully. Love eachother and find peace. I am strong for staying. Don’t give up for light or life. You are loved, my love.

#celeste says

[cystus-the-malignant]

Slightly long post about Resident Evil 7 and Jack Baker

Or more specifically, “How RE7 succeeds in redeeming the villains that should be redeemed”

UNDER THE CUT FOR SPOILER’S SAKE!

So, after having played through RE7 twice now (I needed to see that foot cutscene) I have been thoroughly drained of shit and pants in which to shit into, thanks primarily to the utterly AMAZING Baker family.

See, there is a book called the horror movie survival guide, which explains most of horror movie cliche’s in a, you guessed it, survival guide fashion. On thing most movies adhere to, is the “villain archetype” i.e. Jason is the strong silent type, Freddy is a wisecracker, leatherface and his family are half-retarded hillbillies, etc. However, the Baker’s often end up breaking this mold, and in a very pleasing way.

From the beginning, we knew the family was going to be the spotlight for RE7, with the now famous “Welcome to the family, son” line delivered by Jack himself introducing us to the family itself with a sucker punch to the jaw. What we didn’t know, was how absolutely fucking MENTAL they were going to be, or how diverse their methods were.

Each family member, Jack, Marguerite, and Lucas, all have their own ways of modifying the house, as well as mannerisms, powers, AND methodology. Jack, the figure head of the Bakers, is the first family member you meet, and is easily the most straightforward of the bunch.

Jack Baker fits at least three of the “villain archetype” molds, half-retarded hillbilly (very loosely, mainly defined by his insanity and his accent), the SST (although not adhering to the second S, he fits the bill completely otherwise), AND the wisecracker. Jack is genuinely fun to listen to with his constant taunts and sing song threats. However, his methodology, the way he attacks, contradicts to the wisecracker formula. Jack bursts through walls, throws you like a ragdoll, uses giant weaponry, and shrugs off damage like a fucking tank. He also manages to spice up his brand of Jasonry by having a distinctly hillbilly tone to himself. Jack is easily, at least before he turns into some weird ass mold monster (let’s not talk about that, it was a mistake on their part, if you ask me) the most outwardly intimidating family member. But he’s just the first, and as such, his section of the house is fairly bland, which still suits his blunt methodology.

Marguerite Baker...oh god where do I even begin. The matriarch of the Bakers is easily the most disgusting of the three, her bug powers making my skin crawl with revulsion. Her “crazy hag” shrieking voice grates on the ears in a fitting manner, and her almost junkie-like actions makes you realize how fucking unstable she is.

When you get to her part of the house, you instantly recognize it. Giant hives of vicious wasps pulsate from walls, immense holes are chewed into woodwork, and everything feels very disgusting in her part. It all feels like the worst infestation of every bug on earth all at once. Tackleboxes overflow with maggots, doors suffocated by giant spiders, immense nets of wasps leech off of the landscape, and don’t even get me started on the centipede crawlspace.

However, Marguerite herself is, for me, the weakest in character of the Bakers. She has two tricks, crazy junkie hag, and creepy bug bitch, which do both work, but they leave little for actual meaningful character. When she transforms into that...whatever it was, she loses the former part of her archetype, and becomes like every other bug villain: spliced horrifically into an uncanny valley with bugs, with a queen bee mentality for her “babies” which she, before then, wantonly used like tools, not caring if they perished, and losing any human traits. She quickly loses any interesting features about herself, and when she dies, you only remember the bugs, not Marguerite.

Lucas Baker, in contrast to both parents, is the most “normal” of the Bakers, as well as the least hands on. Outwardly Lucas still can pass as “normal” which, if the wiki is to be believed, is because he’s just crazy, not actually infected. Lucas doesn't bother with brute strength, or overwhelming horror, he simply allows his victims to be their own undoing.

In one of my personal favorite sections of the game, the “happy birthday” Jigsaw-esque trap room, you are tasked with simply lighting a candle and placing it in a birthday cake. However, unlike Jigsaw, the puzzle if not exactly fair, and is set up for you to fail. Lucas’ section is lined with tripwire traps, boxes filled with explosives, and various other mechanisms to kill victims without much threat to Lucas himself. If you happen to enter the trap room without watching the VHS tape first, you will most assuredly die. See, the problem with lighting the candle is that there are shower heads into the cake room that will extinguish the flame. So, what you gotta do, is turn them off. However, every time you think you’re figuring out, you are actually sending yourself closer to death, effectively damning yourself once you pull out the winding key from the barrel. The cake, once the candle is in, explodes, and if you took out the key, lights the oil on fire, and if you think turning the showerheads back on is an option, the wheel breaks off.

But, if you watch the tape and learn from the last victim, you don’t have to be pierced in the dick with a quill pen, nor do you need loser written on your arm, you simply open the door with the loser code, grab the wheel, and win. Lucas, though, is a sore loser and drops another bomb for you before running off to safety. Even though you barely see Lucas, his personality is clear. He is demented, but cowardly, unwilling to directly confront you, allowing you to die by his own machinations.

By now, most of you probably are glad that you’ve killed the Bakers, but in one single scene, Jack Baker redeems his quiet southern family completely.

At the beginning, the derelict house footage tape tells us that the Bakers weren’t crazy at all, just quiet, and kept to themselves. However, the other main antagonist, Eveline, has completely taken control of them, forcing them to do what they’ve done. While Ethan is nearly dead, he somehow meets with Jack Baker, now completely calm and sane. Jack tells Ethan that he doesn’t want to hurt him, or even scare him. In truth, Jack and his family have had no control over their actions for at least 3 years by this point. He tells you that he, his wife, and his son are not murderers, or even mean spirited, and that Evie is all to blame. In this one scene, you learn that the crazed family you’ve been fighting is actually little more than bodies being puppeteered, and that they are not to blame. Jack Baker, in less than five minutes, goes from a crazed brute, to a kind old man unable to stop what his body is doing. Before you wake, he begs you to free him and his family, wanting them all to stop suffering the way they’ve been.

In reality, Capcom could have simply left them as insane hicks, but by doing this, they both add a new level of danger to Eveline, as well as giving great depth to the Bakers. The Bakers deserved to be redeemed, being secondary antagonists to the real antagonist Eveline. Unlike the Bakers, she never gets a redeeming scene, unless the player somehow feels sympathy for the spoiled child-turned-decrepit-hag when she says she only wanted a family, while trying to kill you. By leaving Eveline as the sole antagonist not redeemed, her villain factor rises, making the secondary antagonists you fought a tragic casualty rather than a righteous slaughter because of her doing.With nobody else to direct your anger at, Eveline becomes the catalyst for any hate you had for the Baker family, making her a perfect, if rushed, final antagonist.

#Resident Evil 7 #Baker Family #Jack Baker #RE7 #re7 spoilers