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Floyd I swear to god stop funking provoking him(azul)literally in every overblot someone always provokes them

For riddle it was ace. Leona - lilia. and now Floyd with azul. Do these guys have a death wish!?

Mickey mouse ?

I agree. We got like, tidbits of lore about a lot of things we already knew, but everything new is just fragments. Poppy says that she’ll explain everything, makes some vague statements, and then tells us to go. While I like the platforming and its puzzles are clever, I feel like it’s about 85% of Chapter 3.

Exactly! Even tho i liked the idea of the new puzzles and mechanics they were just all over the place. There was so many puzzles to do that made me lose my interest in what was going on. Like i said i dont hate the idea of the new puzzles they were actually great but there was so much of them. Even the bossfight with catnap was just weird. I was expecting at least a chase sequal from it but nope. Also like you said poppy didnt even do shit this chapter other than just talking for a couple minutes than go wait with kissy. I understand the idea of kissy not liking the place so she doesnt wanna go which is totally valid but for poppy idk. No new lore bits no new anything about the story even the last casset was something we knew. We knew the toys rebelled against the humans thats why theres not a single fucking human left in this whole factory. I'm sorry, its just making me a bit pissed off with what they did knowing the potential they had and i just keep rambling at this point 😅

Theodore's age will change, but right now he's 7 years old. Theodore is very important here.

Yours Truly - Chapter 3: Hold My Hand

・❥・Pairing: Elvis Presley x original female character

・❥・Genre: slow burn, mystery, angst, fluff.

・❥・Word Count: 1.8k

・❥・Summary: In which a 21-year-old girl suddenly finds herself having consecutive dreams of a particular rock ‘n’ roll star whom she has never met and who died 45 years ago.

・❥・ Ratings & Warnings: SFW. High above the ground, fear of heights, unsteady infrastructure.

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NOVA

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

My eyes dart from the structure before us and to him. The structure in question is a narrow, wooden bridge that is held together by a thin rope. There is around a dozen horizontal wooden slabs that make up the bridge, which emits concern as there are gaps in between - it is incomplete and clearly hanging by a thread. 

A hundred feet above ground. 

I desperately shake my head, "Nope. Definitely not. "

"Tell me why," He urges, with a casual shrug. 

"You have got to be kidding me. Elvis, look at it!" I gesture with both my hands towards the bridge, in pure disbelief at his calm demeanour. 

His eyes briefly flicker to the bridge, "I am looking." 

I firmly cross my arms across my chest, "Well, what do you see?"

"A bridge, honey. A bridge." His tone was laced with undeniable amusement, his lips curled in that infamous smirk. When I gasped in disbelief, he returns his gaze back to me. 

"One foot on that thing and we'll be saying hello to the ground below!" I exclaimed, desperately searching for an inkling of sense in the man before me. 

"Ah, that's a good rhyme." 

Elvis turns his back to me and inches closer to the edge of the cliff, I feel my heart hammer against my chest, the veins of fear wrapping around me. 

"What are yo-"

"Hello ground below!" He cups his hands around his mouth as he dramatically yells. He walks back to me, in which I arch an eyebrow at him. 

"We say our hello now, then we don't have to say it later." He chuckles. 

"You are unbelievable." 

"A lot of ladies have said that to me," Elvis smirks, tilting his head to the side. 

It does not look like any sense of seriousness will arrive in his mind anytime soon. For the past five minutes we have been debating back and forth about crossing the bridge. And yet, in that duration of time - progress has been nonexistent. The only fact that stands right now is that there is no other way of getting to the other side of this forest, unless we use the bridge. I know that this is a dream, but just because I am dreaming does not change how I view this situation as being completely irrational. There is always the option to turn back, and go someplace else - the safe option, the stable one, the one that I can be certain of. 

With that in mind, I turn around determined to distance myself from his ridiculous idea. 

"Have fun with that breaking bridge. I am going back, " I tightly smile. 

I don't get very far though, as I feel a hand wrap around my right arm. 

"Don't. Please." His tone of voice made my body pause. For the first time since we have arrived at this choice, his voice is void of playfulness. 

I slowly remove his hand from my arm and turn to face him. 

"Okay," Elvis says softly, "I admit the bridge ain't pretty. But please trust me?"

I sigh, not quite giving in, "I-"

"If you don't trust me. . . trust the dream." His lips curl into a smile, examining my features for any signs of agreeing with his side. 

I hate to admit it, but he does have a point. My initial reaction to the situation is how I would normally react to it in real life. I have trained my brain to chose between flight or fight mode for every possible encountered situation, to the point that I forgot for a split second that this is not real. It can't be. This is a world that my subconscious somehow created. No matter the vague answers Elvis gave me earlier on the train - that could all be a product of my imagination. So, going forward with this, no matter its craziness - it can't be terrible, can't it?

It's a dream. But why does he not directly agree with me that it is?

He continues on, snapping me out of my trail of thoughts, "You yourself told me that this is all a dream. Right? So whatever happens, you have nothing to worry about." 

I take a deep breath, "Okay. Fine." 

He extends his hand out to me with a victorious grin on his face, "Alright. Darlin', take my hand." 

I grab his hand without a second thought, as that power of anxiety slowly seeping back into me. It is a little odd, I feel like - to still feel that web of fear encapsulate me even in this dream world. I always believed that dreams were brief, and it brought out the opposite version of ourselves. That we had no time to think about our actions because it all just happens. No thoughts or feelings. Just actions. 

Then why is that the enclosing fear in my chest is so heavy and prominent?

Elvis' back turns to me, as he takes a few steps ahead of me. My grip on his hand tightens as we take the first step onto the bridge. I try to use my other hand to hold onto the rope of the bridge, despite the appearance of it representing anything but strength. Elvis took slow and steady steps, his hold of my hand never loosened - it was warm and inviting. I shake my head to regain my focus on what was ahead. 

In the corner of my peripheral vision, I see a hint of the ground below - reinforcing how high up we are. Elvis must've heard the deep breath I drew in, as he turns around, "You okay, honey?" He asks softly, azure eyes fixated on me. 

His intense gaze made me quickly nod my head with a small smile, "Yeah. Just oh gosh. . . we are so high up." I reply, bitting my bottom lip. 

"Almost there." 

Before we knew it, well more so I - we were only around four steps away from reaching the other side. The entire time I held my breath and I exhaled out deeply. But throughout it all, Elvis never let go of my hand and consistently checked up on me. His playfulness gradually returned back the way it was, with him attempting to make jokes which did manage to get a laugh or two out of me. 

"If this was a movie, I would burst into song right about now. " He laughs, shaking his head. 

I chuckle at this, "Really? Nah, you are bluffing." 

"Am not, dear." 

"In the middle of you walking across an unstable bridge? I don't think so." I strongly responded, even though I have concrete evidence of my claims. I knew that he did more singing in movies than acting, which he despised - but I have no idea how much singing actually took up the movies he was in. I never was a huge Elvis Presley fan. I have heard of him, of course, he was basically imprinted on all of American culture. I have heard a few of his songs from time to time when they played any of old, vintage songs on the radio. I know he did movies, but only recently found out about that when I watched the Elvis (2022) movie that was released this year. 

"Oh hell, you'd be surprised." He shook his head, chuckling, "I'd be doing the most random shit in a scene and my character would suddenly be handed a guitar and break out into song." 

"Yikes."

"Yep."

With one final step, we were finally on the other side of the bridge. We kept walking until we were in a great distance from the cliff edge. Elvis slowly lets go off my hand, and I instantly feel the cold wind meet it - a stark contrast from the warmth of his hand. 

I sighed in disbelief that we in fact did not fall, "Oh my gosh. . . we actually did it? You psychopathic, impulsive guy did not fail us. "

Elvis furrowed his eyebrows with that grin on his lips, as he looks mock-offended at me, "Nova, you sure know how to wound a man with your words." 

I roll my eyes at his dramatics, "You cannot blame me from my apprehensiveness." 

He mutters under his breath, as if he does intend me to hear it, "I never can." 

I keep reminding myself that we are at least 100 feet above ground, and look at the bridge that we just crossed. A bridge that really does look like it's holding onto its last breath, just like how I was a few seconds ago. The low bustling of the leaves from the trees of the forest alerted my ears, as a wash of relief and my previous fears left my body. I was looking around, looking at every corner - I just can't believe it. 

"Stop spinning or you'll get dizzy, woman." He warns, quickly placing his hands on my shoulders. 

There is that feeling that replaced fear. The fear and anxieties I previously had was like veins that tightly wrapped around my body, never letting me catch my breath. It plagued my mind with constant worry. But now, at the other end of it all - there is a light settling feeling in my chest. I closed my eyes, and concentrated on the feeling of the wind against my skin and the low hum of the birds - it all represented tranquility - all of which were blocked from me by my fear. 

"I. . . we . . .  crossed that! I just." Articulate words fail to leave my mouth, as I invite this feeling of glee. 

I felt this overwhelming sense of utter disbelief, what I just did is not Nova. I let out a loud laugh, an uncontrollable one. I cannot stop myself. I just can't. 

I opened my eyes and Elvis is staring at me. His blue eyes, still with that intensity and that never-ending amusement. 

"Now, how's that for fears Nova?" He smirks with his arms cross across his chest, his head tilted at me.

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Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Dimension 20 (Web Series) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Evan Kelmp/Dream, Evan Kelmp/Whitney Jammer, Evan Kelmp/Sam Black, Sam Black/Whitney Jammer, Sam Black/Dream, Dream/Whitney Jammer, Evan Kelmp/Dream/Whitney Jammer/Sam Black, The Pilot Program Characters: Evan Kelmp, Dream (Dimension 20), Whitney Jammer, Sam Black Additional Tags: Polyamory, Polyamory Negotiations, Eventual Romance, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Poly Magical Misfits, Hair Braiding, self-care, taking care of each other, Holding Hands, Hugs, Touch-Starved, Panic Attacks, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Scars, Developing Relationship, Threatening violence, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Friends to Lovers, Drabble Collection, some might be longer than others tho, Magic, listen. listen i don't care what aabria says they have BATHROOMS OKAY, Showers, POV Multiple, POV Alternating, POV Third Person, McDonald's, Can it be a magic and misfits fic without mentioning mcdonalds ya'll, Some Plot, Swearing, Sweet, Implied/Referenced Suicide attempt, Evan's backstory is not kind and neither am I, Sharing Clothes, Evan-centric, But will bounce around to everyone don't fret, Honestly Friends to Lovers Speedrun Edition, summaries are so hard, Summary may change, Anxiety, Intrusive Thoughts, Texting, Makeup, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Blood and Injury, Blood Summary:

A collection of one-shots and drabbles following the four American students at Gowpenny Academy of Arcane Arts learn about magic, mysteries, friendship, and each other.

I have a few Poppy Playtime Chapter Three Theories

Edit:I wrote and thought of these before any videos came out around the same time that the character was revealed

It's just a bunch of theories, none of this is cannon

Okay so you know how CraftyCorn is the only one showing teeth and their eyelids. I got curious but noticed a specific detailed that lacked in the other shown personalities, Conscious Observer.

Either this is foreshadowing that each smiling critter is an orphaned child in each of the forever happy critters or CraftyCorn knows that the others are dangerous and against the player. CraftyCorn may have been the one trying to warn us by the writing in the conveyor belts and/or vents to help warn the player the toys are against them back in Chapter one when the player is chased by Huggy Wuggy.

Not that the scent matters but I'll drop the flower scent benefits

Boost happiness and increase confidence can also be a hint of what Catnap's scent/gas can do to you once if it's inhaled. This can also foreshadow that CatNap and CraftyCorn are the ones out to get the player which in other words foreshadows that there's more than one antagonist in this chapter but I think it's more of CraftyCorn helping the player

CraftyCorn is the only one shown to be hiding and even somehow how to managed to get a black crayon and paper when Catnap is sitting on the couch and looking at the viewer in the Smiling Critters cartoon

What's also of noticed of how CraftyCorn doesn't seem to be called a he or she or even they like the other Smiling Critters descriptions, this possibly might hint at how it's an orphan child that wants help and the orphans name might being Jasmine like the flower since it's a common name for a human or animal.

CraftyCorn is also hiding like a normal kid would when they get scared is under the blanket, not making a noise and closing their eyes, even sleeping next to the window or any light source, again further foreshadowing that CraftyCorn would have an orphan child like CatNap controlling the toy and having a conscious as well.

There's still a possibility of CraftyCorn also being an antagonist like CatNap where the scent can help have uncontrollable laughter and joy where it can kill someone if inhaled too much of the scent/gas

Again this is a theory and none of it is real or cannon or confirmed

Chapters: 3/5 Fandom: Saltburn (2023) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Felix Catton/Oliver Quick Characters: Felix Catton, Oliver Quick, Farleigh Start, Venetia Catton, Elspeth Catton, James Catton, Duncan (Saltburn) Additional Tags: Groundhog Day, Felix and Oliver being forced into character growth, through forced proximity, and a lack of long-term consequences, that somehow still translate into more consequences than Felix has ever had to face before, short-term major character death, due to Groundhog Day shenanigans, also likely some graphic violence, that has no long-term effects again due to Groundhog Day shenanigans, Oliver gets to do a lot of murder, as a treat, before he eventually learns to chill, and be grateful that the murder sprees reset each day, with no long-term permanent murder occurring Summary:

A Saltburn Groundhog Day AU, in which Felix and Oliver are forced to relive Oliver's birthday over and over until they can figure out how to get it right...

  ...together.

This is how chapter 3 went and you can't convince me otherwise.

Oh, What A World｜#3

series summary ↣ all jimin wanted was get his career back. but thanks to his bosses, he’s tasting wedding cakes instead of training for a comeback. with you by his side though, he might be enjoying it more than he had anticipated.

pairing ↣ lawyer!reader x solo artist!pjm (ft. lawyer!jjk)

genre ↣ fake marriage au, fallen idol au｜angst, light smut

chapter warnings ↣ (nsfw) angstiness, making out, grinding, sexual imagery, implied protected sex, depiction of drug use, some violence, alcohol consumption, depiction of an unhealthy/toxic relationship, bad language, jimin sleeps around, he’s a bit of a clueless jerk, not the healthiest heartbreak coping mechanisms, unrequited feelings

chapter notes ↣ the chapter title is taken from the RM song! also, this is a flashback, a little slice of jimin and oc’s younger days! updated 27/3/2021

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“Somi, we shouldn’t do this,” Jimin mumbles, in between her earnest kisses. “You’re upset—you don’t really want this—”

“I do,” Somi assures him, making quick work of the buttons on his shirt. “I want you. Have for a while.”

She eagerly reaches for his belt, prompting him to grab her hands to stop her.

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My take on the western character and “Freind” theory for Deltarune’s chapter 3 secret boss that’s pretty popular

This isn’t the best I’ve ever drawn them but I’m pretty happy with how it turned out.

Don’t have names or any lore just yet, also might post other secret boss predictions later

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Time to see what the Ink Demon hides

Mental note: Tear of Alices head when we meet her next time

Hello everyone, I have decided to release the demo next Saturday, no matter if chapter three is finished or not. I think I have made you guys wait long enough, and I just can't wait to have feedback! So please mark it on your calendars that Chapters 1-3, Part 1, is coming out this weekend! 

Did Boba just adopt a punk biker gang?