#au rewrite

[deerlysaint]

Can you please draw your alphys od'ing on Ramen :03

doodle req

[plague-of-the-isles]

Just a little doodle of ortensia in this au!!! <3

[cheshiresartblog]

I was thinking that I might overhaul my Vanilla Recluse au, too. I made it when I first joined the fandom anyways.

I want to explore my Endless Archives concept more, too, and how exactly PV is connected to it.

I'll probably keep Blueberry Pie Cookie and Cream Puff Cookie as PV's assistants, i just need to work out how they join him better. Something bad had to likely happen in the City of Wizards for Blueberry Pie to abandon her post. I might consider the Endless Archive having originated from there and give Vanilla Recluse a close connection to both the City and Moonlight Cookie.

I do know I want to dive into the idea that, technically speaking, since he's connected to the Endless Archive, PV is kinda a living repository of Earthbread's history. How his Truth Souljam will play into that, I'm not sure, yet. My original thought was that he sought to preserve the Truth of Earthbread's history because an immediate result of the Beast's corruption and sealing was things like book burnings and history being covered, changed, and lost.

Idk these r just thoughts. Vanilla Recluse is close to my lil heart.

[theoutcastedartist]

You're an AU artist, if you could make an AU of FNaF what would it look like? Which games, books, ect would you base your au canon on?? Any redesigns for any of the characters in mind? Btw I am in love with the way you draw the sb bots + your take on Foxy <3

Oh it would 100% be an AU of Security Breach, been thinking on one for a while especially since I've been replaying the game lately with the Cut Content Mod lol

The AU would be pretty much a game rewrite imma be honest, as much as I love security breach (in all its buggy and glitchy glory) this is how I would imagine the game if it was in context of my AU, but this is all obviously just a sound board for now.

RUIN dlc would technically not be a thing in the way it originally is, in that it would not be to where the pizzaplex is completely well... in ruin, the Pizzaplex itself is just shutdown for like a week for for the duration of both gameplay runs (due to the sinkhole investigation or whatever idk lol)

It would have some elements be combined with Security Breach gameplay as a separate (but still connected story-wise) player mode. 'Id lean waaaay more into the liminal space horror aspect of it for the cleaner backareas of the plex.

Gregory Run

pretty much follows the original basic plot with Freddy as our ally & guide around the plex as we gain higher security clearances and decommission the other glamrocks for their parts.

However I'd probably lean way more into Gregory just legitimately being a scared kid who is trying to hide/evade Vanny.

Gregory tries to contact Cassie when he is first locked inside before communication to the outside is abruptly cut off by Vanny

Animatronics and Vanny are infected with Vanny Malware & Glitchtrap Virus. Vanessa got infected first before she then infected the glamrocks and moon with her Malware.

Vanny and Moon are way more present in darker areas of the game i.e the endo warehouse and backstage areas,,, moon has so much imagery in the endo warehouse like his ass should've been an additional threat to avoid back there as the only thing that moves/will still try to chase even when you stare at endos if you stay in one spot for way too long

More environmental clues around the plex hinting at Bonnie's whereabouts & how he disappeared both in this run and cassie's (Not sure what exactly that would be but these are just soundboard ideas for now anyways lol), but this wouldn't be solvable until we get to a DLC that takes place post-game

Instead of Burntrap ending, it's an ending involving the Mimic (obviously with more buildup to it) who got ahold of the Glitchtrap virus. Gregory does end up stuck down there with a malfunctioning/virus-infected Freddy! This would be run's true end would technically be a Bad Ending and would lead soon into the start of the Cassie Run. However the mimic itself still cannot escape due to remaining security nodes, but has learned to mimic Gregory's voice.

Cassie Run

The basic plot of breaking into the pizzaplex looking for Gregory is the same. It takes place pretty soon after the true ending of Gregory's run.

Moon has more of a presence in the early game as we usually see more of Sun, but after he is freed from the virus we get to see more of him again.

Sun is not too knowledgeable on things in the pizzaplex outside of the daycare area, unlike Freddy. He is more of a comforting presence for Cassie and a moral compass... He has a bad feeling about Cassie deactivating the remaining security nodes!

We learn about Foxy being deactivated/decommissioned soon after Eclipse (sun/moon intertwined, rather than as a 3rd presence) was moved to be the DCA through our time together with Sun, and how now with moon having been infected that the weight of his own loneliness and isolation has been more deeply felt. Cassie and Sun can relate to each other on this front.

More of an actual reliance on security desk cameras to lure infected bots away from certain areas just like we do in ruin.

Vanny Mask is sorta functional, only works to hide from certain endos -it doesnt work on the glamrocks, eclipse, or dj anymore lol, deactivate wet floor bots, and security nodes (none of that teleporting/jumping through walls junk lol) with a couple glimpses of out of context memories, including some of the Gregory run from Vanny's perspective.

It still DOES have the Glitchtrap virus still partially active, but also reveals the way to cure the broken & infected animatronics - through the arcade machines, just like Princess Quest! As well as an alternate route to under the plex where Gregory and the Mimic are trapped. Though the more Cassie uses it, the tighter the grip it has on her.

Arcade Games to Beat: Chica's Feeding Frenzy, Gator Golf, Roxy Racers, and Balloon World!!!

Cassie's favorite animatronic is still Roxy, however she gets freed from the Vanny Malware 2nd to last (before moon) since she is also tied to the last security node. We still get an emotional moment with these two like we do in RUIN before Roxy is "shutdown"

Gregory and the Mimic have been fighting for communication control to Cassie the entire time they've been down there (this is what leads Cassie into being tricked to deactivate the security nodes in the first place)

Cassie and the now newly cured animatronics (minus Roxy since she got shutdown ///rebooted///) run into the malfunctioning Glamrock Freddy before they are able to get to Gregory - they have to essentially decapacitate him somehow,since he now has all their upgrades after Gregory's run! (By disconnecting his head from his body)

Moon and Cassie are the ones to progress while the others take Freddy back to the main plex above ground.

They finally run into Gregory and the Mimic, who has now managed to escape from where it was confined and has been trying to kill Gregory!

Roxy to the rescue! Like she does in the cutscene in RUIN, she manages to hold the mimic back long enough for the others to escape, even as broken and blind as she is from the events of the previous run. Moon meanwhile takes the lead and tries to get the kids out of there!!!

Also various endings like the RUIN DLC, true ending being that they manage to get out safely and reunite with the others, but only manage to temporarily contain the mimic once again, so he's still a looming threat or whatever yadda yadda yadda xp

DLC Game -Bonus Content Post Game

Play as Vanessa!

She comes back to try to figure out a more permanent solution for dealing with the mimic.

Some Vanny memories revealed during the Cassie run are re-contexualized through her eyes as we play post-game as her.

Fixing the animatronics!

The mystery of glamrock bonnie is solved (Greg and Cassie tag along for this!)

We see some of Cassie's struggles with the bare bone beginnings of the glitchtrap virus.

Sun/Moon have a deep distrust with Vanessa.

More DJ being a chill guy just because I think he's (terrifying) neat <3

Biggest Change -The Daycare Attendants.

Sun is an ally for only one (Cassie) of the two player modes! (Sorry Greg)

Main game mechanic for Sun would be to help us get into normally unreachable (high) places like vents via Moon's wire, since Cassie would not have access to security clearances like Gregory did before her run. The gameplay changes for Cassie's Run in using alternative routes to get around the pizzaplex, however Moon/Sun's wire would not be available around the entire non-backstage/warehouse/employees only areas of the plex (like the main atrium for example)

Additional gameplay would include fixing electrical circuits/electric breakers (broken by the tiny music man that scuttle around in the vents) under a certain time limit to prevent Moon from coming out to hunt you down

Can't bring Sun into certain areas that perpetually remain "too dim" until we cure Moon from the Vanny Malware before the climax/ending of the game.

Sun/Moon would be more direct metaphors of Fiona/Edwin in the game leading into their reveal for Secret of the Mimic (if I had it my way lol)

Mmmm I'm tired so that's pretty much the ideas for now. They'd definitely all be getting some kind of redesigns though they probably wouldn't be too far from the canon designs, I'd probably just end up giving the glamrocks more makeup & actual clothes (or at least give Freddy some pants lmaoo)

For sun and moon, I'd probably try to lean harder into the theater/jester theme they have going on.

For nooooow that's pretty much it for the setup of the actual AU until I can come up with an actual name

[sunkissedscribbles]

☆ 𝑁𝑂𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑁𝐺’𝑆 𝐺𝑂𝑁𝑁𝐴 𝐻𝑈𝑅𝑇 𝑌𝑂𝑈, 𝐵𝐴𝐵𝑌

PAIRING: lizzie young x patrick feely TW: self-harm, blood and injury imagery, grief and loss, mentions of suicide, sexual abuse (implied, brief), emotional breakdown/panic attack aftermath (resulting in sh), depression, dissociation, numbness, trauma responses, emotional abandonment (implied), mentions of psychiatric hospitalisation, emotional abuse (implied) WORD COUNT: 1.3k A/N: this is more of a little disclaimer than anything—I read Seven Sleepless Nights by Chloe Walsh the other week, and started wondering what might’ve happened if Lizzie turned to Patrick instead of Hughie in their chapters—and so I rewrote that scene with the possibility of Patrick and Lizzie being endgame in mind. I’m not here to argue ships or start any drama! I fully respect everyone’s opinions (even if they’re different from mine), so please keep the space kind.  SONGS: Nothing's Gonna Hurt You Baby by Cigarettes After Sex

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LIZZIE YOUNG

I did it again.

The scissors’ blades cut deep into my flesh, blood spilling from my thighs and painting my whole existence crimson. Again, and again, and again.

My fingers were bloodied and my movements furious as I continued to carve my skin, my flesh—my legs that looked like hers. The thoughts were there, inside my head, gnawing at me and eating me alive.

Block it out.

Block them out.

It’s all only in your head now.

She’s gone, Lizzie.

Looking in the mirror, I’d only see her. Caoimhe. Her blond locks, her blue eyes, her trauma—they were all there, all the time, in every mirror, in every window, following me around like a ghost that lived inside me while I wore her appearance.

With Hughie finally off my mind, after years of mutual pining but him never leaving Katie, I still had this. The anger, the guilt, the what-ifs—Caoimhe’s legacy and my heritage.

“Fuck,” I groaned before the scissors fell from my grip and my eyelids closed, eyelashes wet and one tear riding down each cheek, using the same path the previous ones left, fast and furious like Shannon—the river—overflowing on a rainy day.

My thighs were numb—all my senses were—as I rounded the back door from the farm and stepped into the kitchen. My head felt like it was underwater, my touch dream-like, just a faint feeling of the night breeze playing with my hair. The cuts stung, but only barely, as the usual numbness started taking over my body again.

Moving quietly and with practised ease, in nothing but a shirt way-too-long used as a nightdress, bloodied at the hem and tear-stained on the breast, I avoided the steps that creaked when stepped on like muscle memory and turned right to his bedroom door.

I didn’t bother calling him, nor texting him if I could come over.

It was dark in the house, but I knew he was still awake because the faint warm light of his reading lamp swam out into the hallway under the door, illuminating my way just enough not to trip over anything.

PATRICK FEELY

My door opened slowly, just enough for her to peek inside, her blue eyes finding mine immediately.

Seeing her eyes, all red from crying and with a distant look in them, I shot up from the bed and crossed the room in two long strides, new lyrics discarded on an instant while taking in the bloodied hem of her shirt, and all the need for sleep vanished from my eyes and body.

Fuck, Lizzie.

She cut again.

I didn’t ask anything, not at first. I just pulled her inside and clicked the door closed with one hand while the other hoisted the girl against my body.

“Let it out. I’m here, Liz. You’re safe,” I encircled her waist with both arms, holding her steadily, hoping to bring her some comfort in the madness that was her life.

The madness that was her memories.

Her guilt.

Her never-ending grief.

That was all it took for her to break down sobbing again, probably not for the second time tonight. She buried her face into my neck, and I placed one hand to the back of her head, fingers threading through her hair as I held my anger back.

I was angry at Caoimhe for her suicide.

I was angry at Mark for what he did to her.

I was angry at the fucking world for letting Lizzie Young down so many times.

But she was angry enough by herself, didn’t need mine, even if it was because of shared reasons. Especially if it was because of common ones.

My hand that wasn’t occupied with her blond locks squeezed her waist gently, “Can I see?” I murmured into her hair.

She tensed up but then relaxed immediately when I gave her hair a comforting kiss, and she nodded.

I knelt down in front of her and tugged the now maroon-tinted fabric up enough to see her thighs.

Fuck, these are deep.

“Baby,” I gasped, voice trembling slightly as I lifted my gaze to meet hers, hands gripping her hips—not to hurt her but enough to show her I care. “Please tell me you told your—”

She shook her head, now shaking violently with fear and the exhaustion she hadn’t acknowledged. “Y-you can’t tell either!” she choked out.

“Liz—”

“No!” she sobbed again. “I’m not fucking dense, Patrick! You know where they’ll send me if they find out I’m cutting again!”

She was right.

Fuck, I knew that.

But she was, first and foremost, someone who needed help.

“Alright, alright,” I squeezed her closer to myself, pressing my lips to her abdomen through the shirt. “I won’t tell. But you can’t keep doing this, baby. This isn’t coping,” my tone was firm, but also made it obvious how much I cared for her. She needed to realise she can’t keep doing this. But she also had to know I would be there every step of the way.

“Will you let me help you?” I was still kneeling in front of her, my hands now reaching for hers.

And she nodded. Not continuously. But even if it was a faint, singular one, she nodded.

She was sitting on the bed while I stitched her up—she asked me where I learnt it, but I’d rather not tell her it was because of the animals on the farm.

I hadn’t known if telling would have sent her spiralling again or drawing a laugh from those pretty, plump and kissable lips of hers.

She was gripping my hair, even though she would have never admitted the stitches hurt. She wasn’t one to admit to pain. Wasn’t one to talk—never had been. She’d rather bear everything coming her way in silence, bottle it all up and let it explode in the end. And she’d never ask for help. Not from her parents, not from her friends, and not from me. She’d push us away and keep us at arm’s length, but she’d always come back in the end. To me.

Without as much as a question, I pulled her bloodied shirt over her head and gently helped her change into one of my oversized band tees. Green Day. Because I know she likes them. And because she loves the material of the shirt.

She didn’t protest.

“There we go,” I coaxed, kissing her stitches on her thigh one last time before climbing into bed.

I didn’t tell her she had to sleep with me that night.

Didn’t force anything.

I just lifted the duvet as a suggestion, an option that was up to her to take or leave.

But I was hoping for her decision to be the former.

LIZZIE YOUNG

I stared at him for a few moments, weighed my options: fight or flight. Stay and let him in a little more, or bolt and push him away.

He waited. Didn’t scoff after a good few seconds of my staring contest with the space beside him.

And he didn’t tell me to get in beside him. Didn’t push, didn’t command or demand.

He wasn’t like Hughie, and certainly wasn’t like Pierce.

If he had been, he’d have had me under him after he kissed the stitches. In fact, if he hadn’t been Patrick, there would have been no stitches to kiss in the first place. Only wounds, still ripped open.

But I was glad it was him. He’d never made me feel like I was a pretty face and nice legs only. He didn’t make me feel like the so-called viper.

He made me feel seen and heard, and cared for. He made me feel like a rose—beautiful, each petal in the spiral a layer, and the symbol of love despite its thorns.

And that was why I climbed under his duvet and let him see me without the sass and the walls I built.

Because with him, I was safe.

With him, I wasn’t the Viper. I wasn’t defined by my attitude and problems.

Because he had my heart, and I had his.

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[the-rainbow-search]

Time to go on..

The Rainbow Search

With the inky illness still making doctors, patients, and many toons alike frustrated after so many years. Alot of toons have already begun to give up hope for a cure. No matter how much fairytales and stories they tell about some rusty old machine, they’ve already accept their fates.

But, some toons cant just accept it, and hold onto that little sliver of hope, sick or not, and that little hope might just make fairytales come true.

. . .

This is a personal rewrite of an old blog qftim, rewritten and storyboarded by @puerilepastry & rewritten and illustrated by @milicaaluv

Understand that some characters might differ from the original media they’re from. That means different designs to personalities than what might be expected, and updates might be slow because of how busy we may get. Your patience and support is appreciated!!^^

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[akystaracer22]

Sometimes I think about my Seven Deadly Sins rewite I've had cooking in limbo for the past few years and the shit loads of worldbuilding I did in several sleep deprived 3am sprints. I also drew redesigns for the sins and redesigned the races and reworked the plot, anyone wanna know more hmu