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[ginger-futch]

I'm planning on posting about various fandom stuff on here that might get tailed by younger users (specifically, I've been getting into Poppy Playtime lately), so here's the disclaimer:

This is a mature blog.

Not a porn or gorn blog, but a mature one. For reference, I'm an adult in my 20s.

Expect to see some frank discussions of topics that may cause discomfort, like sex, violence, drugs, bigotry, etc. These topics are usually at least tangentially relevant to my headcanons and such for the sake of realism, though usually not super explicit.

I don't do TikTok euphemisms; I find them very unhelpful in terms of filtering or facilitating meaningful discussion.

If there is any particular mature topic that you do not feel comfortable seeing or discussing, please filter out the warning tags or feel free to block me. If I don't tag something, feel free to ask, I don't mind.

[quikyu]

CATS!!!

[scoops-aboy86]

Younger writers. Please, just know that you could not skip to different songs on a cassette tape, that’s CDs. With tapes you pressed fast forward or rewind and prayed.

Also, VHS tapes did not have menu screens. Your only options were play, fast forward, rewind, pause, stop, or eject.

Y’all are making me feel like the crypt keeper here, I’m begging you 😭

[risingoflights]

reblog to instantly disintegrate some of your peers to dust

[freakishlemon]

You also cannot turn on subtitles on a VHS tape. It either has captions or doesn't. Usually doesn't.

[playtimepark]

Dear Diary,

Dad and I watched a film the other day,

It was about this little puppet boy whose father brought him to life by making a wish. I didn’t think much of it at first, it was supposedly just about the misadventures about his life,

until we got to the end.

The boy, Pinocchio, became a real boy.

A boy of flesh and blood, a boy without any strings.

And it made me wonder quite a bit.

It was foolish, I know. I know that I am ‘old’ enough to understand, but I spent the next few nights praying to the stars to turn me into a ‘real girl’. I prayed and prayed and wished with all my might for the Blue Fairy to arrive.

If I could just be a 'real girl', I could be beautiful. I could grow and change like everyone else, I could leave this place and travel all over the world and not worry about my skin cracking or my arms breaking off.

But I am stuck with this awful body of mine.

Why did he have to turn into a 'real boy'?

I should've looked older by now.

[ginger-futch]

Mature-ish thoughts and headcanons for the Return AU:

Sam offers everyone the chance to try beer some weeks after they've moved into the Safe House, as a way of introducing them to the relative freedom of adulthood. Everyone takes a sip at once... and promptly spits it out, expressing varying degrees of disgust and horror. Marie in particular grabs the garden hose and rinses out her mouth with it.

Only a handful of toys have any tolerance for alcohol whatsoever, once they've had a chance to try more beginner-friendly stuff. Kissy likes the stuff that's more dessert than cocktail, like a frozen margarita or a daquiri, but she will ask for it to be cut with the virgin equivalent if she thinks it'll be too boozey (it's very hard to walk when you're tipsy and have noodle limbs). Doey winds up developing the highest tolerance for the taste of alcohol, if only because he can't seem to get even properly tipsy no matter how much he drinks, thanks to his sheer mass. He still strongly prefers things that don't taste like straight diesel, though; Bailey's Irish Cream drinks tend to be a fave. Giblet pretends to be a drinker in an effort to make himself seem more like an adult, but he'll only pour half a dash of whiskey in his coke. Still more than Chum would put up with; the poor guy got his mouth sprayed with sanitizer on multiple occasions, and hates the taste.

Sam had a "quincenera and a half" party when she turned 15.5, since both her aunt Ines and her dad's girlfriend Natalie each only had sons, and they really wanted to hold a coming of age party for the girl. This is mainly relevant in that Marie finds her old ballgown from that party in one of the manor's closets, and tries it on. The subsequent wave of dysphoria (seeing a version of herself that doesn't just look like some shapes and lines but a woman - a real woman in her mind's eye) is enough to render her borderline catatonic for an hour before Sam manages to snap her out of it.

If we go with the idea that the Prototype is still alive at the end of this AU, I like the idea that he goes on a soul search rather than staying with the toys in their new home. "You've been given eternity, and yet you've decided you won't do a thing with it. What's the point in living forever if you're just going to bury yourself alive?" "You're the sneakiest giant I've ever met, and it's not like you need to stick around human settlements if you don't want to. When's the last time you've seen the beach? Never? Why not start with that?" (Maybe Poppy joins him, maybe she doesn't.)

Sam does slowly introduce the toys to her circle of friends over time, both as a way of helping them get a better sense of what people are like outside of traumatized orphans and evil corporate slaves, and to ensure someone will be able to care for them if she's ever taken out of commission. Her buddy Daniel (from high school; she befriended the local computer nerds when beginning her search for answers, and they kept contact) is the first, because she needed his party bus service to transport the toys to their new home. While he was initially confused and horrified by the highly abridged story Sam gave him, he wound up forming a brotherly sort of bond with many of the toys during the hours-long drive between the factory and the manor. Turns out, introducing the bunch to new music that isn't Playtime ad sludge is a great way to break the ice. A week or so in, they got an unexpected visit from Roger, Charlotte, and their 18 month old baby, Sophie; family friends of Natalie's who had not been informed that their potential wedding venue had become occupied. Much to Sam and the toys' surprise, the couple were very understanding of the situation, in part because Roger himself had some supernatural shenanigans involved in his life. Some time later, they'd allow the toys to babysit Sophie on occasion (they freaking love the kid; it's like all the nice parts of Playcare without the psychological torture and manipulation). Sam also brings along several of her punk friends, to teach the toys about counterculture and all the other stuff Playtime wouldn't teach them. It's her goth buddy Lucia that introduces some of the toys to makeup as an art form rather than something mommies do to look pretty.

(I'll draw the bunch later, I think.) (This AU is a crossover of a bunch of different things, BTW. Like, a lot of indie horror games in the past decade or so, including some passing references to FNAF (though the plot of the games didn't happen due to shenanigans from other characters, so the Afton kids are just normal fucked up instead of supernaturally fucked up), Bendy and The Ink Machine (the big one, really, because Natalie is Nathan Arch's granddaughter and Roger is an Ink Demon fanchild; context will come eventually), Hello Puppets, Slender (mostly as a reference, though; Lucia's boyfriend and his family are based on those corny fandom versions of Slendy and his "siblings"), etc.) (But not Hello Neighbor. There's no story to cross over with, really.)

Theodore either would have a ridiculously high tolerance to weed or none at all. Maybe it's that he doesn't feel it at all until he takes too much and gets a bad high. He's not really cut out for drugs, I don't think. Marie also wouldn't cope well with weed. Giblet might like it, though. I can imagine him being a casual smoker.

[quikyu]

HUGGY WANT SHRIMP

[sketchtastrophee]

prototype and poppy after chapter 5 probably

[ginger-futch]

Might've talked/ranted about this before, but seeing the "They turned babies into toys!" theories pop up again, I figured I'd throw my two cents in the ring:

If we are to take the Game Station as an example of how these guys pick their test subjects outside of punishments, then they prefer subjects to be of a certain degree of cognitive and physical development before going under the knife.

All three assessment games require a degree of concentration that most kids don't really develop until they're past the toddler stage, roughly age 5 and over. Even then, I doubt they'd get the high marks researchers want until the 8-10 range.

I don't doubt Playco is depraved enough to experiment on infants, but I doubt they want to deal with toys that haven't been potty-trained first.

My guess as to why a bunch of toys make infant-like noises? Playco fucked up the voiceboxes in those ones, like what happened with CatNap, or wound up accidentally giving them brain damage and screwing up their cognition like what happened to Yarnaby.

[sometiktoksarevalid]

[ginger-futch]

I think the reason I dislike the whole "the toys are still children!" idea is that it kinda validates Playtime Co's excuses.

Like, it's made most clear in Chapter 5 that the whole reason Playco has collectively accepted the cruelty aimed at the orphans and at each other is that it's in the name of ending death.

But here's the thing: the brain is constantly changing. Even if you switch out some body parts, subject the individual to horrendous trauma and conditioning from a formative stage in their life, dip them in whatever bizarre chemicals you find... old connections will be replaced with new ones as time moves forward.

I can believe a person may stay at the same actual mental age if placed under some sort of stasis, but these guys have been awake and surviving for ten years. Ten years of anything is plenty of time for a person to change drastically, even if they haven't been undergoing any major life changes since that period began.

It's funny that I can tolerate three boys being tossed into playdough and being melted into a giant dough monster and a man's brain being scanned and copied onto a server on tech from 1995, but the idea of a human brain being frozen in place breaks my suspension of disbelief.

(And no, for those who are thinking it, I'm not arguing for horny reasons. In my eyes, the toys are effectively eunuchs. I doubt Playco would bother giving them functioning adult equipment when the scientists often can't be bothered to ensure the toys can talk.)

Childishness does not strictly mean that a person is literally a child, and neither necessarily means an individual is incapable of independent and intelligent thought. I think that distinction is rather important to keep in mind, especially in our day and age where the infantilization of children and young adults is used to justify flagrant demolition of personal rights, from attacks on trans rights to the increasing censorship of the internet.

(I know "infantilization of children" sounds dumb, but essentially, it is very common practice for people to completely dismiss the thoughts and feelings of children on account of their youth, and frame this complete dismissal as "protecting" kids from themselves. Denying children any say in their own lives under the justification that it's for their own good. Even from infancy, people investigate their surroundings, test theories, and come to their own conclusions; what separates you the most from any random school-age kid is that you've been on Earth long enough to understand how most everyday things work, and they have not.)

Obviously, an individual who has been taken out of their original body, placed in a biomechanical construct designed to resemble a children's toy, and subjected to extensive physical and psychological torture in an effort to convince them that they've always been a toy, would more than likely think and feel very differently from an unmodified individual of the same chronological age. But, I'd be hard-pressed to say they are functionally the same as the child they were before the process began, or that they'd remain the same as they were after ten years in that new body.

Also, I like the idea that Poppy isn't quite the same person she was prior to being turned into a doll. That all her experiences, good and bad, have shaped her into a very different person from the little girl her father was trying to save. In a way, Elliot Ludwig failed, because he succeeded.

[redstonedust]

always amused by the idea of immortal characters who are older than they look but not by a crazy inhuman amount. like a vampire who got turned at 20 but is currently only 56 or something. people start asking about historical events and theyre like sorry man i dont know anything more interesting than your parents. dating scene is starting to get awkward. worst of both worlds all around.

[redstonedust]

went to the vampire council meeting and the fledglings thought i was weird and cringe because i dont understand 67 memes but the elders wont hang out with me because i don't remember the civil war. they said come back when you lose all sense of time and perspective. fml.

[heli-o-trope]

Is Your Blorbo A Tea, Coffee or Juice Drinker?

Tea

Coffee

Juice

None/Other

My Blorbo Doesn't Drink Beverages

Voting ended onFeb 27

[cousin-apollyon]

he is not a fan of his fanwork

[ginger-futch]

Thoughts regarding Chapter 5 (major spoilers ahead):

I'm a sucker for jester type designs, so naturally I love the Prototype's design. I mean, yeah, it'd have been cool to have more of a mishmash of toys or more body horror rather than just kinda slapping some dismembered toy arms onto a somewhat unfortunate spot on his lower body, but I like this too!

I was not expecting the brother thing. Actually, was that confirmed, or was Elliot Ludwig calling Oliver "my boy" in the sense of an unrelated child?

Giblet was pretty cool in my opinion, though I will admit the repeated line of "I'm not a hero" did come off as a bit unnecessary, probably because nobody prompted him to say that. If he was talking to another character and said that, it'd make sense, but between the silent protagonist, the unintelligible Chum, and Poppy not usually in the same room as him, we don't get any real opportunities to justify that line. That kind of thing doesn't come off as humble unless someone else is pushing it.

On that note, Chum Chumpkins deserved more screen time, he was a sweetie.

One thing I do take issue with is that each chapter feels more like its own loosely associated game rather than a singular consistent narrative; very few characters carry from chapter to chapter, and each location the player passes through seems very isolated from one another. I dunno, I guess that's to be expected when you're producing a game one chapter at a time, but it is kind of choppy in terms of narrative building.

Why the fuck does Sweet Street exist? Like, Playcare, the prison, the labs, etc all have some excuse for being built, but what use did Playco have for a giant plastic dollhouse so far underground?

Not gonna lie, if I were in Huggy's shoes, I'd have absolutely lost my shit too having that Ms. Rachel expy spouting creepy nonsense in my face while getting zapped. How Playtime Co didn't see the massive pressure bomb they were building with that approach is beyond me.

Legit, my reaction to the tape of Gracie Greene getting dragged off to be turned into a toy and brainwashed with her own tapes:

Everyone in this story deserves to swear, but especially Poppy. Poor gal's earned it.

I do wanna hear more about the toys that actually managed to get out and escape to the surface. 23 toys escaped the Prototype's clutches ten years ago... now that's a story!

The reveal that the Prototype killed/experimented on the orphans already wasn't exactly shocking, but I do feel bad for Poppy for hinging so much of her plans on them being able to be released. Logically, their chances of surviving were nil from the very start; we never saw them, they were just a token hostage group to motivate us.

The reveal of the Doctor surviving (kinda) did surprise me a little, but not that much. He was too popular to die (also, they did introduce the brain scanning thing here, which I thought was more sci-fi than before but whatever).

[mouthful-ofworms]

hey so am i gonna get crucified if i say something about the prototype...

[ginger-futch]

Had a dream about Poppy Playtime a little while back; instead of a singular ex-employee going down to "save" the toys, it's the small town that had lived above the factory that extended a helping hand. I vividly remember seeing all these people, total strangers to Playtime Co, just horrified at learning what happened underneath their own back yards.

Might doodle later. Would make for a cool AU.

[k-wame]

[creature-wizard]

[Description: A divorce lawyer answering the question "do you believe in soulmates?"

He answers: I believe that whoever created the concept of soulmates should be taken into the town square and beaten to death. Or you should tell me who they are so I can send them a check for a couple of hundred thousand dollars, because they have done more to facilitate the demise of happy marriages than I could ever aspire to doing.

The concept of a soulmate to me is absolutely bizarre. To suggest that out of eight billion other people in the world, that there's just this one person, and they happen by the way to live within like the same town as you, where they went to the same university as you - what were the odds of that? And that's the only person you could ever have a happy, fulfilling relationship with. That's insane, folks. It's insane. And by the way, it's toxic. Because here's the thing: when you get married, society essentially tells you, this person, they're supposed to be your best friend, best lover, best roommate, best travel companion, best co-parent - that's a hell of a resume, guy. Like, it'd be shocking to find someone who fits all three of those things.

So what happens when you have this concept of a soulmate? And my partner, you know, they're the best co-parent, they're the best roommate, the best travel companion, but you know, they're not the best lover I ever had. Well, they mustn't be your soulmate then. That means that there's somebody out there in the eight billion people, that they would be the perfect one. And that's what the horizon that just forever recedes and keeps people constantly craving the next thing that might check all of the boxes. It's dangerous.

Look, we break in relationship, we heal in relationship. You're marrying a human being. They're just as flawed as you. They have great moments, they have awful moments, they have heroic moments, they have villainous moments. This idea that somebody out there is going to be this perfect angelic presence in your life, it is a fiction, and it is the siren song that's gonna send you right into the rocks of my office. /End Description]