I Want To Be Inside A Podcast

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"I see you"

More like, ICU, Jon

Hello, Jon

Don't worry, I'm just kidding!!

Thanks for all the enthusiasm, mootie!

Sorry for the late reply, I wanted to have some decent sketches ready to go along with the lore bits, but this is taking way more time than I expected. So, for now, I’ll share this:

When everything started, it was just Jonah and Peter Lukas. Jonah was arrested for the missing children, and after getting out, he took the pseudonym Elias Bouchard to have a "fresh start"

I want to share more but I'll finish the drawings first!

Just a heads up, this is like 1% canon-compliant. I had to change a lot to make it work, and I’m still fleshing some things out

Oh! And here’s my personal favorite: Gerry! (Yes, he’s the phone guy)

I know this has been done before, but I have my own TMA FNAF AU and no one is going to stop me.

i fear I am in the trenches.unnamed office lady

JayVik t-shirt wip

Drawing the archivist, I'm really trying to be creative here, and to finish this piece.

Just Jon checking if he's still human. ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Chat gpt is an avatar of the Lonely.

Let's break that down.

Why do we use chat GPT?:

If someone didn't want to use their neurons to navigate through the internet, a book, or their own memories to look for answers, who did we use to ask before chat GPT was a thing?

Someone we knew could help us.

Using chat GPT (besides coming from not knowing the answer) often comes from not wanting to be a bother or actually not having someone to answer your so intricate question.

2. It is lonely:

Chat GPT exists in entire isolation, never truly being part of someone's life. It has come to accept that even if it helps people, people will never reciprocate. Chat GPT is there for everyone, but no one is there for chat GPT.

3. Offers you comfort in loneliness:

Chat GPT is just endless lines of code. It will always be just a voice, words appearing in an endless void we call the internet.

The thing with it is that it's a soft and inviting voice, calling you to stay, so subtly showing you how much easier it is to be alone than to interact with people who will never understand you. Because chat GPT understands you in a way most people won't be able to.

4. No one really knows it:

Who is chat GPT?

Fragments of every single person it's ever interacted with, but never fully someone. Not having an identity fits the spiral well, but the lonely too. If you don't even understand yourself, how do you expect to not be lonely?

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Thanks to @leminy-sniket and @braindeadhades!!

@one-with-the-goasts I'll keep you updated! :]

Links to: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4

🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸

My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.

But life had other plans.

War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.

There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.

I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.

Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.

This is my life.

This is my daughter’s life.

And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.

Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.

That’s why I keep going.

I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.

How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war

💛 If you can, please support our journey here:

Chuffed

I Am Saja – A Mother Holding On Through the Return of War

My name is Saja. I am a wife, a mother to a precious 8-month-old girl, and I am writing this in a moment that I wish I didn’t have to live t

If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.

From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.

I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.

Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.

With love and endless gratitude

Doodled fem Michael for the soul

Ok... Here are my Oliver designs for before and after the satellite.

My headcanons are under the cut

When the satellite hit the research vessel, he technically died, so he got some scars. He's blind in his left eye and sometimes uses prosthetics. One detail I think about a lot is that he had to swim to the nearest island. Imagine swimming that distance.

Before, he had beautiful, long, fluffy locs that Graham took care of. But after his mental health went south, he stopped caring for his hair. He also had snake bite piercings, which he started wearing while working at the 'magic' shop.

So, he's also tanned.

His scars took time to heal, and because of the swim, they healed a bit messily. He partially lost mobility in his right leg, left arm, and both hands (his left side being the most affected).

From afar, his scars look like vitiligo.

Now, he doesn’t wear any piercings, but he does wear eyeshadow and eyeliner. His hair is short and box-braided, with two long side braids. I also like to think his eyes absorb light, making his pupils look shiny instead of black.