JaytheRat
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Day 3 of SOTM-ber (call)
The Mimic uses mimicked voice lines from It's time as David to get a sleep deprived Arnold to blow his cover.
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My rewrite of the last minute and a half of the 'good' ending of FNaF: SotM. The van fire ending.
"Arnold needed to get out now. That was the omnipresent thought tearing through his mind. He wanted out, right now.
Flinging himself through door ways and around turns not caring about the pain that flared in his ribs everytime he did.
Out. Out. He wanted out.
His legs burned, knees ached. His heart was racing and he needed to get out."Not me making the two arms FNaF guy suffer greatly. Couldn't be me.
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Most sinners change there Earthborn name.
Alastor didn't. Most assumed he was too arrogant, prideful, or stuck in his ways to change it. Too powerful for it to matter. He was the Radio Demon, he dealt in souls and soundwaves... who could possibly control or threaten that.But there was one reason Alastor saw no point hiding his first earthborn name. That name already belonged to somebody else.
The Queen of Hell herself.Or me taking the theory that Lilith is one with Alastors leash way to far and writing how that whole situation started, and why.
Also they really really don't like each other. Like activly dispise each other. But there can always be good uses for the worst people. -
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It was a pretty nice, normal day. A bit overcast and it had rained earlier that day but that was pretty much standard for the time of year.
All was nice and calm in a little bookshop on a London corner.
And then in walks the Archangel (fucking) Gabriel.
With a glare and some potentially damming evidence of a certain demon getting very close to his subordinate.
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The lifejacket bobs among the ruby, with its light gleaming brightly against the dark red, outshining the other false reflections that dare to share it's space. Those stars are dead and gone. They are mere deceptions of life. But this? This small circle of light? This is alive. This is it's own star of hope and life.
This is the only star that matters, and here are the thoughts of the one who first saw it.
The one who's the reason it shines.
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15 Mar 2026
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The life jacket life is a star actually. It's bright, it's beautiful, it's hope.
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Finding What's Left Behind by ivannesque
Fandoms: Iron Lung (2026), Iron Lung (Video Game)
12 Mar 2026
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No one was interested in a desolate place that only came with two infinite resources: human blood and questions without answers. However grim the landscape was, it had one great advantage - it was a free real estate and Scout could bet every drop of blood on this moon that something must've been left behind, simply waiting to be found.
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Something sprouted inside the Darkness, proving it wasn't just impenetrable, boiling, bubbling blackness. Something started clawing its way through. Captivity was no freedom. Collective was no choice. Unity was a prison.
And something was already fed up with prisons.
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19 Feb 2026
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18/?
Well you're certainly going to find something.
I am intrigued.
The form is taking shape.
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After the descend of the SM-13 and the inevitable loss of contact to the submersible, everyone knew that the mission was over, that the convict was dead, just like the others sent down before him, nothing more than another number listed in the system.
Despite as much as they told themselves it didn’t matter, this time seemed different. This time, the feeling stayed.
This time, something was wrong.Or,
Drowned on the bottom of the blood ocean the soul of Simon cannot find it’s rest.Bookmarked by JaytheRat
14 Mar 2026
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Aboard the ship that was taking him, somewhere, the Convict had no idea what was going to happen to him.
He would have no idea what would happen to him.
Just like he has never had a choice.
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"Just…forget it," he mutters. "You guys wouldn't get it anyway. You're bad soil."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It's…" Simon trails off, trying to figure out how to explain it to someone who's never stepped foot on Eden, never seen the Tree. Trying to figure out why it even matters that he needs her to understand.
Bookmarked by JaytheRat
11 Mar 2026
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Some cultural and ideological differences between Iron and Eden.
Love paramilitary socialism vs religouse death cult