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atlafan · 4 months

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Yes yes plz!! What about a holiday blurb of doctorry and patient y/n during the holidays? He is her doctor on Xmas or NYE 🧐 thoughts?

I sort of missed answering prompts???? Thanks for sending this in, I hope you like it! I ended up going with NYE

Warnings: mentions of blood, clumsiness, and smut!

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Y/N isn't normally one to complain. Any time she thinks to, "Kim, there are people that are dying", swarms through her head.

The night started off so promising. Y/N was headed to a friend's part for NYE. Her friend's apartment has a great view of the fireworks. She was also excited because her friend said a very cute guy that Y/N should definitely meet would be attending. Not that Y/N is shallow, but when her friend said the man in question was a doctor, well, Y/N got a little giddy.

She was all dressed up and ready to go. A sequin dress, dark tights, and heels accompanied with a bold red lipstick. She was feeling good. A few friends thought it would be fun to pregame before going to the party. Just a few shots with the girlies, nothing crazy. Y/N was nervous to meet the doctor, so she had no qualms with pregaming.

Except, on the way to the party, since she was a little tipsy, Y/N stripped and fell on the sidewalk. Why they didn't just take an Uber, she'll never know. Her friends laughed until they saw Y/N's face. Her lips busted open and it's bleeding, her tights ripped at her knees, and one of them was gushing blood. And on top of all that, one of her heels broke. Her friends scooped her up, ordered an Uber, and took her to the emergency room.

Her knees were stinging, her lip was throbbing, and she;s just noticing how scraped up her palms are. She's trying to keep cool in front of her friends. This is a huge delay in their plans, and she feels terrible that it's because of her. Not to mention, what if the cute doctor guy ends up talking to some other girl because Y/N is stuck at the hospital.

One of the nurses gave her a compress to keep against the knee that was heavily bleeding while one of her friends helped fill out some forms.

"Guys, go on ahead to the party," she told them, "I'll be fine."

"We're not leaving you, Y/N. It's not even 9PM, we have plenty of time to get to Francesca's." One of her friends said.

"Y/N Y/L/N?" A nurse says her name blandly, no urgency, just annoyance in her tone.

"That's me." Y/N says, and stands up. One of her friends is ready to go with her, but the nurse holds up her hand.

"Just the patient, unless you're family. We still have some COVID procedures here."

Y/N followed the nurse into a small room where she took her vitals. Y/N was still actively bleeding from her knee and lip, but the nurse didn't seem to care, or think it was that big of a deal.

"Alright, the doctor should be in shortly." The nurse and leaves the room before Y/N can ask any questions.

It takes ten minutes until she hears a knock on the door and the doctor comes in.

"Hi, sorry. I was halfway out the door when they asked me to stay, so I had to get back into my scrubs and..." The doctor looks at Y/N who is now sobbing. She's been silently crying for about five minutes, but now the floodgates are open. "You must be in a lot of pain." He sits on the stool and scoots over to her. "Let's take a look at that knee."

"I'm s-sorry." She cries. "I ruined my own night, my friends' night, and now yours." She hiccups, then hisses when the doctor takes the compress off her knee.

"You didn't ruin my night, don't worry." He gets up and puts some gloves on, then grabs the necessary items needed to clean the wound. "This'll sting a little. Feel free to grab my shoulder or something if you need something to hold onto."

"Do you think I'll need stitch-ow!" Out of instinct, she presses his chest with her foot and pushes him back. "What the hell?!"

"I told you it would sting." He looks down at his scrubs that now have a wet footprint on it. "Where are your shoes?"

"In the lobby with my friends. One of my heels broke, so I just walked without them. And that was more than a sting! That was, like, a bee sting, much worse than a regular sting."

"Your skin's probably just raw. What even happened, how did you get like this?"

"I tripped and fell. Ah!" This time she grabs onto his hair and tugs hard as he continues to clean up her knee.

The doctor takes a deep breath and removes Y/N's hand from his head. "I said you could grab my shoulder."

"It hurts!"

"I have to cut your stockings a bit so I can get a look at your entire knee." He scoots back, grabs scissors, then scoots back to her. "I hope you weren't attached to these."

"They're ruined anyways. Go on, cut away."

"So, what'd you trip on?"

"Myself." She groans. "We were leaving a pregame before heading to a party at my friend's apartment."

"Ah, been there." He stretches the material until it tares. He can see how swollen Y/N's knee is. "This swelled up like a cantaloupe, no wonder it hurts so much. Did you land right on the cap?"

"Yeah, and then I skidded." She wipes under her eyes and pouts. "I must look like a racoon."

"You don't." He looks up at her briefly. "You won't need stitches, but you need some skin glue and a bandage. I'll take care of this first, then we can take care of your lip. It looks like it's clotted, so you're not bleeding now."

"Okay." She sighs and slumps a little. "You never told me your name."

"Oh! Sorry." He squeezes the glue onto his gloved finger and puts it on the wound. "I'm Dr. Styles."

"Styles? Is...is your first name Harry?"

"Yeah." He's busy concentrating on closing her wound, so he doesn't see the horrified look on her face. He puts the bandage over it and presses it firmly.

"This wasn't how I was supposed to meet you." She slides her hands down her face.

"We were supposed to meet?" He looks up at her, confused.

"Yes, I'm Y/N Y/L/N...my friend, who's having the party I was going to, was supposed to set us up tonight."

"Your Francesca's friend Y/N?" He smiles. "That's crazy. I was on my way to the party when they told me to stay and help you. Guess it was fate, one way or another."

"I'm a mess..."

"You had an accident." He chuckles and stands up once her knee is secure. He grips her chin to get a better look at her lip. "Top lip's the one that's busted. You're swollen here too. I'll give you some ice in a bit."

"Does it need a stitch?"

"Nope, but I'll put some glue on it so it can heal a little faster. I'm gonna clean this up. It shouldn't hurt like your knee, but it'll still sting." He gets a cotton pad wet with some alcohol, "Now that I know we were technically supposed to be on a blind date tonight, feel free to tug at my hair all you want." He smirks, and Y/N's cheeks redden.

"Jesus!" She hisses as he cleans up her lip.

"You're kind of a baby." He dabs at her lip a few more times, then gets some glue onto his gloved finger. "What do you do for work?"

"I am a baby, I'll admit it. I have a very low tolerance for pain. I'm in IT, I work for that Norton company, the one that protects your computer from malware."

"Wow, that's a huge company. Good for you. Do you, like, code, or...?"

"Sort of. I basically figure out how hackers hack so I can build a stronger code that hackers can't hack."

"You know, while you were talking, I finished taking care of your lip. Guess you're someone that needs a distraction."

"Yeah, guess so. Um, thank you."

"You're welcome." He sits back down on the stool and just looks at her. "I have a sort of wild idea. You're pretty banged up and don't have shoes, and I'm honestly not a fan of huge parties. So, what if I take you home so you can change into something more comfortable, I'll order us some takeout, then we can go back to mine to watch the fireworks. I have a decent view, might even be better than Francesca's."

"I kicked you, screamed, and almost ripped your hair out, and you still want to spend the night together?"

"Y/N, I'm gonna be completely honest, if we weren't at my place of work, I'd lock the door and rip your tights open in a much more private area."

"Oh." Her heart starts racing. "Well, uh, considering that I won't be able to get on my knees tonight, I guess you'll have to."

Harry grins and stands up. "I'm gonna let the nurse know you're all set so you can check out. Wait for me out front in the lobby. I just need to change and grab my stuff. I'm parking in the hospital's garage."

"Alright."

Once Y/N is back with her friends, she tells them everything and lets them know they can leave and that she'll check in throughout the night.

Harry drives Y/N home in a comfortable silence. She was grateful Harry wasn't talking her ear off. She just wanted to focus on pressing the ice pack he gave her to her knee.

"I'd offer to go up with you, but I really want to make it to my place." He tells her.

"No worries. I won't be long. I'm just gonna grab a different pair of shoes and throw some sweats into a bag. I can just change when we get there."

"Works for me."

Y/N goes as quickly as she can to get up to her apartment, grab what she needs, and get back down to Harry's care. In reality, it was barely ten minutes.

Harry pulls up to his building about twenty minutes later, and hands his keys to the valet.

"Oh, so you're like, rich, rich." Y/N jokes.

"You live in a nice building too." Harry laughs. "I like knowing my car is safe in the building's garage, and it's so easy to hand the keys to the valet. "Our takeout will be brought up to my door. I got tons of different Chinese food. Does that work?"

"Chinese food is perfect."

They head into the elevator and ride up to Harry's floor. He leads her into his condo and gets her a glass of water.

"This is a great place." She tells him.

"Thanks, I like it a lot."

"And there's your view, your couch is in the perfect spot." Y/N goes over to it and sits down. Harry sits down next to her. He puts his arm around her shoulders.

"Is this okay?" He asks softly.

"Yeah." Her eyes flit to his lips. "How am I supposed to kiss you with my busted lip?"

"Your bottom lip isn't busted." He reaches with his free hand and presses his thumb into it. "Wanna give it a try?"

"Yes." She nods and lets her eyes flutter closed.

Harry's lips gently takes Y/N's bottom lip between them. The tip of his tongue swipes over it before giving it a little suck. He pulls back to look at her. "Okay?"

"Yeah, do it again." She slides her arms around his neck and pulls him close.

Y/N parts her lips and licks into Harry's mouth. He moans softly against her and grips her jaw. They both sink into it a little more, but Y/N whimpers and pulls back.

"This is so annoying." She frowns. "It hurts too much."

"How's your neck feel?"

"Fine, why?"

"Can I kiss you there?"

"Yes." She nods. "And I work from home, so you can leave marks."

"You get better by the second." He grinned and leaned forward to start kissing on her neck.

He licks up the side and nips at the spot just under her earlobe. Y/N slides her fingers into Harry's hair and moans as his teeth graze her skin.

"Can't handle an alcohol wipe to a wound, but you're panting like a dog from getting your neck bitten." He smirks. "Interesting."

"I'm a very complex person."

"I can see that." He looks down between them, then back up at her. "Can I go down on you?"

"What?!" She laughs. "Why, so you can do it for two seconds and pretend like you did me a huge favor just to get your dick wet?"

"Um, no, because I like it and I want to taste you and make you feel good."

"Be serious."

"I am." He puts his hand on her shoulder and lays her down. "Let me prove it."

"Be my guest." She opens her legs. "Rip them like you said you would have."

Harry rucks up the skirt of Y/N's dress and gets a grip on the crotch of her tights. He rips them easily and is delighted to see her bare cunt. He spits down onto it and puts his mouth on her, sucking his spit back in, then spitting it into her. He drags his tongue up her clit and swirls the tip of his tongue around it. He spreads her legs wider, pressing his large hands into her thighs. He moans as he sucks on her clit, and moans harder when he feels her fingers suddenly tugging at his roots.

He brings his tongue back down to her opening and licks inside, sucking on her entire pussy. Y/N moans and writhes under him, feeling squirmy and hot and good. His tongue curls up against her spongey front wall and he brings his thumb to her clit to rub on.

"Oh, shit." She gasps and arches her back. "Fuck, just like that, don't stop." Her head moves from side to side and her hips roll towards Harry's mouth. She tugs on his hair and pushes his face harder against her. He moans and chuckles lowly into her, eating her sloppily without a care in the world. "I'm getting close." She mewls. "Please, don't stop. Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, dddddohhhhhh my god!" She comes around his tongue in waves, grinding herself down against him.

Harry pulls back just a touch, licking and sucking over Y/N's folds, then brings himself to hover over her. He pecks her lips. His nose squishes to her and they both smile. The doorbell rings and they both sit up.

"That's the food." Harry says.

"Great. I bet it's piping hot."

"Definitely."

"So, it'll need time to cool down." She stands up with him. "Maybe we could continue this in your bedroom to pass the time?"

And that's how Y/N ended up missing the fireworks at Francesca's party. She missed them at Harry's as well, but that was only because he was fucking into her so deeply that he was able to give her a vaginal orgasm. 2024 is going to be a great year, she can feel it.

#harry styles imagine #harry styles fic #harry styles smut #harry styles fluff #harry styles x reader #harry styles y/n #harry styles x y/n #harry styles fanfic #harry styles #harry styles blurb #harry styles one shot #doctor!h #doctorry

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autistichalsin · 3 months

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Even if Halsin have not felt suited to the role of the First Druid, I have never agreed with this statement. Although he may have been hesitant, he truly went above and beyond his duties. I hold this belief strongly and will continue to encourage Halsin to see this through my Tav.

If he doesn't wish to assume the mantle of Archdruid, that's completely acceptable. He gave his all, demonstrated exemplary skill, and ensured peace within the Grove before departing. If I were his mentor, I would have felt an immense sense of pride in my heart because of his dedication.

Honestly, thinking about what happens during the game and after, I think the problem is this:

Halsin is a great leader, but he's bad at Druidic leadership, specifically. When you're in a leadership position, your values and goals need to align with the group's. While Halsin, of course, lives and breaths Druidic doctrine, he isn't so good at balancing the needs of his group members with his own goals; he looks at things outside the Grove, like the Shadow Curse, and prioritizes what he sees as the most important thing without necessarily explaining this to the group. He doesn't communicate clearly enough; Kagha talks about him "stumbling after the past", obviously not understanding the importance of curing the Shadow Curse. Everyone else, except Halsin, was willing to let the Shadow Curse continue. And of course it's a morally good act to cure the Shadow Curse, but his focus on it made him oblivious to some of the needs of the Druids.

Then you add in his avoidance of his responsibilities due to his tremendous amounts of trauma arising from his first day as Archdruid, and his own admitted inability to persuade the way Francesca could. Unfortunately, persuasiveness is a vital quality of a leader, and Halsin, while wise, isn't always so good at making his case.

It's very telling, to me, that Kagha was so willing to badmouth Halsin to outsiders. The Emerald Enclave (it's not explicitly stated that the Grove is under their authority, IIRC, but very heavily hinted that they're at LEAST allied, because Halsin mentions them refusing to help with the Shadow Curse in a note) has a very strict rule that while, in a meeting, Druids are free to air complaints, outside of it, they are to always act as a unified front, because open airing of grievances weakens the perception of the group to outsiders. Kagha, and many of the other Druids under Halsin's command, were willing to abandon this rule to trash talk Halsin to complete strangers, which means that he never properly instilled that rule in them, either.

Yet at the commune, where his leadership role is less strict and formal, everyone thrives; he enjoys his role. The key difference is that the leadership expected of an Archdruid was more structured and authoritarian; they were expected to be the firm decision makers, the ones In Charge, the ones to make plans of action and to manage problems. On the other hand, he indicates in tone and with a few lines (and a devnote that refers to him as an "informal elder") that his commune is a group effort; he's a guide, he gives advice and takes initiative to fix things, but everyone has a say in things.

In other words, he's suited for the gentler type of leadership where he's guiding others and everyone has a role, and not so well suited for the type of leadership where he is meant to be The Authority, What He Says Goes.

That said, he did, of course, do amazingly under the circumstances- he really did the best anyone could be expected to, and if he was TERRIBLE at it instead of simply not GREAT, he would have been ousted at some point over the past 100 years. Clearly no one else felt like they could do better.

But I think it's telling that when Halsin talks to you about his letter from the Grove in act 3, that there's only one response that he truly responds happily to (and gives approval to). He will give vague answers about leaving the Grove if the player reassures him that he was good, or that it's okay to leave (saying that this is true but he has a lot of knowledge and wants to find a way to pass that on). But the response that makes him happiest is:

"Grove aside, I'm glad you stayed with me."

Because what he wants isn't to be Archdruid, or to be reassured of his skills as such. What he wants is to belong, and be needed, somewhere else- somewhere where he is happy. Because he says, multiple times in multiple scenarios, that traveling with Tav is among his happiest memories. With a world-ending threat in front of him, he's the happiest he's been because he's being shown kindness, and consideration as a person, he never got at the Grove. He wants to belong with you because you're the first one to show him it doesn't matter if he is a good leader, he still has a place at your side, he's welcome as he is. And that's what he wants, more than anything- even being reassured of his leadership skills is, to him, almost a confirmation that he has to be a good leader to be Good and Worthy. But saying "look, good leader or not, I'm glad you're with me" tells him that he finally has somewhere he is treasured for himself, and that is huge for him.

#halsin #halsin silverbough #bg3 #baldur's gate 3

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belladecasa · 5 months

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Non ho fatto altro che rimandare questo giorno, ma domani devo andarmene; non ho che quattro cose nella stanza di Francesca, perché qui non c’è più un posto mio. Lascio questi muri che ho abitato grossolanamente, pateticamente, per tre anni, e, come è naturale, e come si dice, tiro le somme, mi riconnetto al momento in cui ho messo piede per la prima volta in via San Vitale e Bologna mi sembrava un presepe, un diorama, non una città; forse non è stata mai una città, ma un’entità viva, senziente, osservatrice. Occhi, vetri, braccia e strade, muri e ossa, le piazze e i mercati che si affacciano sui i capelli umidi di sudore dentro a letto, da sola o sempre con qualcuno di diverso, quindi sempre da sola. Come ogni volta, vorrei aver vissuto di più e sofferto di meno; c’è così tanto che ancora non ho visto, per colpa della letargia, del logorio interiore, della claustrofobia psichica, di tutte le cose visibili e invisibili che dalla mia testa hanno risuonato fuori coprendo ogni altro suono, ogni parola di conforto, ogni volto amico, ogni nostalgia abbandonata per la fame di fuga. Eppure c’è sempre qualcosa o qualcuno che mi riacchiappa, una lacrima di commozione delle mie coinquiline che non vorrebbero mai me ne andassi. E alla fine cos’altro importa? Le cose grandi finiscono sono quelle piccole che durano. Che mi resta di tre anni di vita? Di una città? Di una casa? Una scatola piena di oggetti inutili, qualche lacrima, e basta

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robotpussy · 22 days

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ppl attacking francesca for playing juliet as if black ppl have never performed shakespeare before, comparing it to nazi lurrmans Romeo and Juliet, when it isn't even a movie but a stage play, and Romeo and Juliet 1996 is probably the most "inaccurate" adaptation of Romeo and Juliet ever, white girls screaming, crying, throwing up and harassing avantika over a fancast for a remake that isn't even in the works because Rapunzel is apparently so vital and important to them in terms of representation when Rapunzel in tangled isn't even a natural blonde.... it's magic staw hay yellow grass hair.... what else is new

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theresattrpgforthat · 10 months

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hi! firstly, i wanted to thank you for your blog :) its actually gotten me into ttrpgs and you run a great service! secondly! im in the market for a two player ttprg for people who… haven't exactly played ttrpgs ever before! we both like the genres horror and comedy. as for mechanics, we love character creation and coming up with lore / improv on the fly! any games that fit this would be great. thank you so much, mint!

THEME: Duet Games for Beginners

Hello, and thank you so much for your message! Welcome to the hobby, there’s oodles of fantastic games out there and I’m glad that you find my posts helpful. Let’s get started, shall we?

First of all, I’m also going to shout out @jeffstormer 's Party of One podcast, which was my jumping off point for looking for 2-player games that would work for you. I heavily recommend checking him out, as he has years of experience playing (and running) games for two, regardless of whether they’re designed to be played that way.

Second of all, I tried to recommend games that either come with a lot of tools or that are pretty short, because I wanted to give you options that either really guide you through the process or don't overwhelm you with instructions. Your mileage may vary, but I hope something here stands out!

Dead Friend: A Game of Necromancy, by Ghostly Rituals.

Dead Friend is a roleplaying game for a necromancer and a ghost. That is, it's a collaborative storytelling game for two players. You will each play the role of a friend, one living and one dead. You will ask and answer questions to develop the characters, their community, their history together, and the motivations leading up to their final conflict.

The script follows the dramatic structure of a necromancy ritual, and you will use the spellbook of instructions throughout the entire game like a witch reading spells from an ancient grimoire. The mood may be spooky or intimate, heartwrenching or hilarious — it is up to you as storytellers. Dead Friend requires 1 Tarot deck or 1 deck of mundane playing cards.

I think this game looks like a good combination of horror and comedy, as it carries horrific tones but allows you to choose the mood. You’ll be answering question prompts throughout the game using tarot cards, so this is another excellent method of creating lore as you play. This game has an actual play episode of it with Jeff Stormer and Dani Costello that you can listen to if you want an example of play as well!

Standoff, by Matthew R.F. Baloušek.

The necromancer shrieks with cruel laughter, plunging the glowing dagger into the warrior's heart. "Fool! All your struggle was for naught. Your soul will be but a tasty morsel for my dark master!"

He starts to pull the dagger out, but finds his wrist stopped cold by Francesca's iron grip. She stares back with an icy glare. A glint of light catches the necromancer's eye, and he looks down to see the talisman of protection.

Wresting the dagger from the necromancer's cold hands, Francesca grins. "I hid all my vital organs in a pocket dimension!" Taking a free hand to dip a finger in what appeared to be blood, she tastes it and chortles. "You wasted the ichor of Ag'tekk on nothing more than a large ketchup packet!"

Standoff is a game where everyone works together to tell a ridiculous story full of twists, ripostes, counter-feints, and triple-double-crosses.

This is a chance to take turns one-upping each-other in a world of your own design. You’ll need a number of index cards in order to write down what you introduce to the world, but little else. What I appreciate about this game is the structure it provides - I find that structured sections and examples help new players get used to coming up with pieces as they go.

This is improv comedy at its finest - and it can also play with a larger group! There aren’t specific characters assigned to each player, but if you want to take more responsibility for either the Protagonist or the Antagonist then you should still be able to do that. This game looks exceptional, and I hope you check it out!

What’s A Vapourwave, by fen slattery.

A two-player, 200 word RPG about explaining vaporwave to your grandpa. Based on a true story.

One player is Casey, who kinda knows what vaporwave is. Another is Grandpa, who loves Casey and wants to understand their life. Played via text message.

This is a simple game that can be played via text message that navigates a humorous attempt at a grandfather doing his best to understand his grandchild. I love the aesthetic of this game, and I can see how easy it is to let the conversation within this game devolve into hilarity.

Heart Full of Trash, by StarshineScribbles.

Heart Full Of Trash is a 2-player roleplaying game where you play as raccoons on a date!

Sort your recycling as you create your characters and tell the story of their romantic endeavours. Will your date be a triumph or will your raccoons develop a deep and long-lasting friendship?

Either way, by the time the game is over, your recycling will be sorted and ready for correct disposal.

This is an adorably cute game that leans much closer to the comedy side of your request. The two of you will actually sort your recycling as you role-play - so since you’re using something you already have in your house, you don’t need to go and buy any extra gaming materials! This game is a bit closer to an improve game as well, so it might be a good introduction for someone who is less familiar with traditional character sheets and rolling dice.

You’re in Space and Everything’s Fucked, by Nevyn Holmes.

You’re in Space and Everything’s Fucked is a love letter to sci-fi cosmic horror and gore-filled splatter films.

You're In Space And Everything's Fucked emulates the trappings of isolation space horror video games through the lens of a tabletop role-playing game and is inspired by similarly fucked-up situations found in the Dead Space, System Shock, and Alien franchises.

The Station takes on the role of monsters and setting; generating both as the Struggler explores. They take a bird's-eye-view of the story and throw obstacles and objectives at the Struggler.

The Struggler fills the boots of the hapless sap that ended up in this situation. They scavenge, sneak, and generally work to survive by any means necessary in the face of horrifying creatures and untrustworthy NPCs.

The Demo version of this game is designed for two players, although it looks like the Kickstarter that Dinoberry Press ran back in March is for a bigger game down the road. The game includes a character creation section, a hint of map generation, and a handful of generated Boss Monsters! Because you generate the map as you go, I think this gives you a chance to come up with lore as you go. If you want chilling horror and a constant struggle for survival, this is the game for you.

Games I've Recommended in the Past

My Duet Flirty Games Post.

My Epic Two-Player Games Post.

#dnd #comedy #horror #tabletop games #indie ttrpgs #asks #game recommendations #duet

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honorhearted · 1 year

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@socialseasons | continued from (x)

"You do not know what led to my change in affiliation, nor do you know if it was a change at all."

"Precisely!" Ben thundered, proverbial lightning streaking across his eyes. "I do not know if there was a change -- I do not know if you truly, honestly are serving with a p.atriotic heart, nor whether or not your motives are sound! Mrs. Stirling, you must understand that I...!" cannot lose any more men -- any more of my friends.

Biting back the words, his eyes grew wet within the lamplight and he huffed, rolling them skyward, if only to hide the emotion trying to claw its way free. Damn her, damn her! Did she not understand?

With a wince at Francesca's rebuttal, Ben drew a hand over his mouth and nodded once -- an assent, but not a full-blown agreement. "You're right," he agreed, the words sour upon his tongue, "I do not know you -- and that is my own lack of foresight. My first mistake was to allow Anna to introduce a stranger into the fray...it is not your fault that she believes she knows better than those in charge."

And just like that, any softening in Ben's mien hardened once more, his fury burgeoning akin to a molten blast. "Those men you deign to insult are fighting for your freedom -- they are risking their lives, their homes, their very families so that you may have a bright future for your children!" he seethed. "How dare you act as though they are spoiled and pampered, when those men -- nay, those boys -- are forced to starve themselves and without pay?"

It took Ben a moment to realize he was shaking. His hands opened and closed at his sides, and a scream yearned to escape from the very depths of his jaded heart. "What you do for our men is vital," he agreed. "I do not deny that -- I am not unappreciative of your role. If we had no womenfolk to tend to our daily needs, then we would be unable to function as an army, so my disdain was not directed at your job. It was directed towards your lack of appreciation for the role you've been given." His chin quivered, and he struck his fist against his thigh. "You can hate and deride me all you wish, Mrs. Stirling, but you will not disrespect my men. Is that understood?"

With or without your support?

Ben scoffed, drawing upright in an instant. "Madam, if you go through with any plans that are not preapproved, this could be damning and dangerous -- not just to you, but for every person in this camp! If you have something planned, then I demand that you speak plain right here and right now. Clearly, you came in here with an objective in mind -- let it be known."

#socialseasons #a new agent #//*snorts* okay i guess this is just the Berate Frannie HourTM #cuz just when i think he's ready to listen #he completely pops off again

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marcogiovenale · 1 year

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l'arte irregolare @ rai radio techetè: dal 30 gennaio al 3 febbraio

A Rai Radio Techetè, dal 30 gennaio al 3 febbraio Speciale sull’Arte Irregolare, a cura di Francesca Vitale, con materiali d’archivio, molto interessanti (le prime due puntate con interventi in RadioRai di Bianca Tosatti, storica e critica d’arte, massima esperta di arte irregolare, termine da lei coniato, in sostituzione di art brut). Ci sarà poi Cesare Zavattini che presenta ed intervista…

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dreamsmagicrainbow · 1 year

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Francesco & Viola

#Francesco Demir #Viola Vitale #Viola come il mare #Can Yaman #Francesca Chillemi

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weepingfromacedartree · 5 months

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Ten Milestones: Epilogue

Hi friends! The epilogue is live!!!

Still can't quite believe this is the end... But thank you to everyone who has been following along on this story. Appreciate you all 💛💛💛

Epilogue

One Year Later: April 26th, 2024

Relationship Status: Engaged

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Yesterday

In the end, neither Colin nor Penelope felt the need to rush down to the court house immediately after becoming engaged. For both of them, the promise of forever was enough.

(For a year, at least.)

Tonight was the wedding rehearsal — which, knowing their respective families, was just as chaotic as one could expect from such an affair. Both Colin and Penelope vastly prefer the more intimate (albeit similarly chaotic) afterparty currently being held in their honour.

In a secluded library at the family home on Grosvenor Street, all Bridgerton siblings and spouses are gathered.

By the door, Kate is offering Gregory advice on law school (far more helpful than Anthony’s advice, by Gregory’s account). By the window, Benedict, Sophie, and Eloise are discussing plans for tomorrow’s afterparty. On the settee, Daphne and Simon are flirting — like they always do on nights like this (seven years into their marriage). In the corner, Francesca and Anthony are discussing a certain bet in extremely hushed tones. On the couch in the center of the room, Hyacinth is interrogating the bride and groom on the details of their union. She asks one particular question that appears to cut through all other mini conversations in the room.

“Penelope — how did my brother trick you into marrying him, anyway?”

Her question had been asked in jest, but in response, Penelope cannot help but admit…

“There actually was some trickery involved in his proposal.”

With one arm wrapped around his fiancée’s shoulders, Colin blushes.

“‘Trickery’ is a strong wo—”

“Ooh,” Sophie cuts in, already taking a seat next to Hyacinth. “Do tell.”

Colin and Penelope do tell. They tell the others all about the little game they played to determine their future together.

“And you were successful?” Hyacinth asks in disbelief. “You did everything a couple should do while just friends?”

“Best friends,” Colin clarifies, much to Eloise’s chagrin. “But yes.”

“And what requirements were on that list of yours?” asks Anthony. “Living together?”

“Yes, actually.”

Anthony squints at his younger brother from across the room.

“You two lived together before you started dating?”

“Yes. Penelope lived with me for a month during lockdown.”

“That doesn’t cou—”

“Shh, Ant,” Colin interrupts. “I nearly have her down the aisle. Don’t mess this up for me now.”

As Penelope starts to giggle, Daphne smiles and clears her throat from over on the settee.

“What about discussing your dreams for the future? That would certainly be on my list.”

“Yes,” answers Penelope. “That was one of the first we crossed off.”

“Hmmm,” Benedict hums dramatically. “Almost like you two should have married a long, long time ago.”

As the others chuckle, Colin simply smiles and asks, “And what would be on your list, Ben?”

“Oh, I don’t know…” Benedict’s eyes dart around the room before eventually settling on: “Surviving a trip to Ikea. That one’s vital, actually.”

Sophie nods emphatically at this. “Was Ikea on your list?” she asks the engaged pair.

“No,” Colin answers with a shrug. He then turns to Daphne and (defensively) continues, “But Daph — you’re happily married and have never stepped foot in an Ikea in your life. Right?”

“I’ve been to Ikea,” Daphne claims, just as defensive as her brother. “Of course I’ve been to Ikea!”

“Babe. I’ve never been to I—”

“Shh,” Daphne interrupts, laughing as she leans into her husband’s shoulder. “What’s on your list, babe?”

Simon considers the question momentarily, then smirks.

“Befriending the family.”

“Jesus Christ,” Anthony mutters inaudibly from the other side of the room. Louder, Hyacinth adds…

“Well, that’s easy. I’ve always preferred Penelope to Colin.”

“Hey!” Colin shoots out while Penelope continues to giggle incessantly. It takes her a minute to catch her breath and ask the others what milestones are on their hypothetical lists.

On Francesca’s: “Having the ‘kids’ conversation.” (Check.)

On Sophie’s: “Finding ways to make each other laugh.” (Check.)

On Kate’s: “Making your relationship a priority.” (Check.)

On Eloise’s: “With our family? Surviving a week at Aubrey Hall with your sanity intact.” (Check.)

On Gregory’s: “Adopting a pet.” (Check.) (Technically.)

On Hyacinth’s: “I don’t know. A hall pass?” (Unchecked.) (Thank god.)

That last response is met with such a loud chorus of boos that Violet — who had been searching for the group for the last hour — is finally able to locate them on the third floor. She bursts into the library just as Hyacinth exclaims, “What?! That’s what engaged people do before they get married, right? You know — to get it out of their systems?”

“What is going on here?” Violet asks from the doorway.

“Nothing mum,” several of her children claim all at once. When she appears unconvinced, Gregory explains, “We’re just making sure Penelope and Colin are ready to get married tomorrow.”

At this, Violet chuckles.

“I’ve been waiting twenty years for this wedding. What could there possibly be left to discuss?”

The group explains the game one final time. When asked what milestone would be on her list, Violet smiles and answers, “Falling in love. Everything after that is just… extra.”

Still standing in the doorway, Violet glances around the library. Her smile deepens as she looks to each of the wonderful, happy faces looking back at her. To Kate and Anthony. To Francesca and Eloise. To Simon and Daphne. To Gregory and Hyacinth. To Benedict and Sophie. To Colin and Penelope.

“Well,” she sighs contentedly. “It’s quite late. If any of you wish to be prepared for tomorrow, I suggest breaking up this party and getting some sleep.”

“Mum has a point,” Benedict admits, looking down at his watch. It’s 11:53. “We should separate the bride and groom before midnight strikes. Bad luck and all.”

Most of the room agrees and, thus, begin saying their goodbyes for the night. They stand from their spots, gather their belongings, and empty into the halls in separate directions. Not Colin, though. He feels too sure of everything tonight to bother worrying about “luck” for a single moment.

Gregory is last to leave. He gives Penelope a sidelong hug in the doorway before disappearing down the hall, which is when Colin finally stands from his spot on the couch. As he treads forward, he hears Eloise call out “You coming Pen?” somewhere out of sight; he reaches past Penelope and shuts the door before she can answer.

“Is everything okay?”

“No,” he says, leaning down and laying a kiss on his fiancée’s lips. “Everything is perfect.”

When she breaks away from him, there’s a smile plastered on her face.

“You heard your brother,” she murmurs through taught lips. “It’s bad luck for us to see each other after midnight.”

Colin spares a single second to glance down at his watch. It’s 11:58.

“Time is a construct. And I’m still jet lagged from our last trip, so if you think about it —”

“That was a month ago,” Penelope giggles. “And last time I checked, Berlin is an hour ahead of London.”

“Exactly. Why bother running off now, if we’ve already tempted fate by an hour?”

Colin leans in for another kiss, but Penelope just barely manages to push past her temptations and pull her head back an inch.

“Let’s continue this in the morning.”

Rising onto the balls of her feet (and pulling him down a few inches for good measure), Penelope places a single chaste kiss upon her fiancé’s lips. Colin doesn’t think he’s ever tasted anything sweeter.

“Goodnight, Colin.”

“Night, Pen.”

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Today

They married at St. Bride’s Church this morning. It was sunny and warm and perfect. They recited their vows in a magnificent cathedral. They took portraits in front of a spire that resembles a wedding cake. They travelled in a little white car from Fleet Street to Mayfair, where hundreds of people are currently celebrating their union in an opulent white wedding hall.

It’s not so sunny anymore, Colin realises while gazing out the nearest window. It’s the first time in hours that he’s taken note of the weather outside. (It also happens to be the first time in hours that Penelope is out of his view — gone to the loo with Francesca in tow.)

The night is nearly done. Family portraits have been taken. Toasts have been toasted. The first dance has been witnessed. But even noting the time, the skies outside are quite dark. From where he stands by the window, Colin can practically hear the phantom sounds of thunder at a distance.

“Question, mate,” says a distinctly Scottish voice behind him. After blinking several times, Colin turns to find Michael Stirling staring back at him.

“Hmm?”

“Is that your sister —” He discreetly points one finger towards Eloise on the dance floor. “— who has been dancing with Phillip Crane all night?”

Colin is suddenly overcome by such a distinct wave of hubris that he barely registers the strange way in which Michael emphasised the word “Crane.” He does manage to ask how Michael knows Phillip, though; Colin only met him last year while self-sequestered in Kent.

Michael mumbles something about playing football against his brother during uni, then inquires about Phillip and Eloise’s apparent connection again.

“That was my doing, actually,” Colin gloats.

“That so?”

“Yeah. While Pen and I were putting together the seating charts, I had a bit of an epiphany and sorted him next to El. Now look at them.”

He nods towards the couple on the edge of the dance floor. Colin has never seen his sister look so pleased while partaking in “a voluntary act of public humiliation.” (Her words.)

“I’m practically cupid.”

Not a second passes before Colin is hit by a sudden realisation. Just as Michael opens his mouth to voice aloud whatever sarcastic quip is currently on his tongue, he continues…

“I saw you dancing with Francesca quite a few times this evening.”

When Michael keeps his mouth notably shut in response to this, Colin suppresses a smirk and asks, “You two came here together, right?”

“As friends,” Michael clarifies, only after several additional seconds of silence. The indignation in his tone is not lost on (or foreign to) Colin.

“You know… Penelope and I went to Benedict’s wedding together. As ‘friends.’”

Again, the other man waits before responding. Just when Colin is tempted to open his own mouth and drop some unsubtle metaphor about sitting in traffic, Michael chuckles before continuing…

“Sorry. I just realised something quite funny. Hilarious, even.” When Colin raises an eyebrow, he explains, “If your attempts at matchmaking Eloise and Crane are successful, you will also be successful in making your ex-girlfriend an official part of the family.”

Colin’s smirk drops, suddenly smacked by confusion.

“You know,” Michael continues, patting him on the shoulder in one dismissive blow. “You should really be more careful about who you invite to be an in-law.”

When Michael begins to step away, Colin turns to follow. He’s about to ask what the hell he was talking about, but that question gets lodged in the back of his throat when he spots something out of the corner of his eye.

His wife.

Penelope has been his wife for several hours. Colin has been ready for her to be his wife for several months. (Years, even.) But the weight of that word — wife — hits him squarely in the chest, even now.

He watches as she steps down the staircase with her skirt in her hands. As she continues chatting with Francesca. As she weaves through the crowd. As she meets his eye and a smile lights up her already bright face.

Colin watches his wife with a tender fire in his chest. He starts to lean down, led by an undying desire to have her close to him. But before he can wrap his arms around her, Penelope reaches out, seizes his hand, and pulls him in a new direction. Towards the nearest exit, specifically.

“Sorry,” she laughs as they step onto the terrace. It’s empty — likely due to the brisk night air and imminent rain. “It was getting a bit crowded in there, I think.”

“I think so, too,” Colin murmurs, finally leaning down to place a kiss against her lips. “How long until we can kick them all out?” He kisses her again. “Or simply save ourselves and flee.”

Penelope laughs again as she tilts her chin down and to the side. She presses her body against his and he wraps an arm around hers. He pulls her in as close as he can get her.

“Not yet,” she mumbles into his shoulder. “But soon.”

Without having to ask, Colin and Penelope fall into a sort of dance — a routine that has solidified and evolved over all these years. Their bodies sway to the music as it drifts in from the ballroom. Their fingers intertwine like they were made to fit together. Their chests are so close that he can feel her heart beating through the flimsy fabric of his shirt.

It’s perfect. All of it.

“Was today everything you hoped it would be?” Colin asks, his voice quiet enough that it’s nearly drowned out by the rain in the distance. Nearly.

“Today was perfect.” She extracts her head from his shoulder to look up at him. She’s smiling. “But I think I’m ready for it to be over. I’m ready for what comes next.”

Colin almost says something in response to that, but after some consideration, he doesn’t feel the need. Penelope summed it all up too perfectly.

Instead of talking, he momentarily pulls his wife away from him and spins her around. She laughs. So does he. They keep time to the rain, for the music has grown too faint for them to rely on. They dance a little while longer, even as the downpour quickens and raindrops start pelting into them sideways.

Colin is more aware than ever before that he has his heart in his hands and against his chest. He knows he isn’t letting go.

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Tomorrow

The sun is just beginning to rise over London. The sky is maroon, but it will be blue again soon enough. With her head resting on Colin’s shoulder, Penelope keeps her eyes trained on the massive window ahead of her. She watches as twilight bleeds into daybreak. As red turns to pink. Pink to orange. Orange to yellow.

When the first sliver of blue appears in the sky, she lifts her head and looks into her husband’s eyes. He looks tired (for obvious reasons), but also happy.

“I forgot to tell you something yesterday.”

“Oh yeah?” Colin smirks. “Something you forgot to mention in your vows?”

“No. Something Gregory let slip.”

“Dear god.” He runs a hand across his brow before tentatively asking, “What?”

“Apparently your siblings had a betting pool on the date of our wedding. They started it back at Kate and Anthony’s wedding.”

Over the course of about ten seconds, Penelope watches as several emotions cross Colin’s face. Intrigue turns to disbelief. Disbelief to indignation. Indignation to resigned acceptance.

“Of course they did,” he mutters. “Who won?”

“Anthony. He beat Benedict by a few weeks.”

Colin lets out a single strained laugh, then rubs another hand across his eyes.

“I knew we should have eloped last spring.”

Penelope laughs, too. The air is light against her lips.

“You and I have very different recollections of our wedding planning process.”

Again, Colin laughs. He looks like he’s about to protest, but before he can, a voice blares through the intercom above.

“Good morning, passengers. Flight 185 from London to Vienna is about to begin the boarding process. Please make your way to the gate.”

With a light huff, Colin stands from his chair, grabs both of their carry-ons, then extends a hand towards his wife. As they make their way towards the gate together, he squeezes her palm once.

“I don’t know if you’re aware,” he says, smirking down at her. “But I’m actually quite an experienced traveller.”

“Oh.” She laughs. “Is that so?”

“Yes. An occupational hazard, really. I travel for work.”

“How exciting.”

“It can be. Really depends on the company.” He squeezes her hand one more time before continuing, “You know… If you ever want to abandon real life for a couple of days and tag along, the door is always open.”

As they arrive at the gate and stand beside their fellow passengers, Penelope looks up at a face she knows so well. He still has those tired, happy eyes from daybreak. He still has that smile that made her stomach flutter as a child. He’s still Colin — but he’s her husband now, too.

She almost makes another sarcastic comment. She thinks about calling him a dork. She considers abandoning words altogether and pulling him down for another kiss. But in the end, Penelope smiles up at her husband and says the truest words she holds in her heart.

“I know.”

#did I plan to post this on my birthday??#no #but now im 25 and have a completed 100K+ word fic #👍😬👍#polin #fanfiction #bridgerton #weepingfromacedartree #fanfic #ao3 #ten milestones #penelope featherington #colin bridgerton #penelope x colin

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familyparadox · 1 month

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Irving Braxiatel saviour and destroyer of Gallifrey

Irving Braxiatel saved at least one Gallifrey from the War in Heaven and in so doing doomed it to the Last Great Time War. Specifically the Gallifrey Brax. This can also be seen with Bernice Summerfield the only person to have a linear relationship with the War in Heaven and with some very very crude and nasty beating the Last Great Time War (but like said getting it into that shape is hard).

But before we start let’s get a few things right. The Adventures With Charley and C’rizz happen during the interference gap whilst Fitz and Compassion sleep and The Brax on Legion is the same as the one in the Gallifrey audios and has met Bernice Summerfield only once before hand at the start of Dragons Wrath ( the Dellah/Collection era Brax enters latter in the book) this Brax did not serve in the War in Heaven or at any rate is yet to.

This Gallifrey era Brax falls into the Axis and arrives not in another universe but in the Post War Universe Brax misses out on the War in Heaven completely and heads to Gallifrey only to find it is gone and world in a different place but with recognisable geography and cities does, this world which is similar to Gallifrey is Legion right down to the Domed City and unexplored Dark/southern side.

The Eighth Doctor and Mother Francesca are both of having their own Post War adventures.

At the end of The Legion era Brax (now with out Pandora, as Pandora is now involving her self in the War in Heaven which has already happened in the Benny audios and Dellah Book the reason this is possible is because the axis plays silly buggers with us all) heads back to before the War to find his Gallifrey and Romana (now in her third incarnation) and rescues her from the dying TARDIS after Omega escaped.

Now I believe that on Every Gallifrey Omega’s escape and ambiguous defeat heralds the War. This can be seen in both Intervention Earth and the Infinity Doctors. Two stories which have many,many parallels.

Now Brax having been sent back to Romana using the Epoch technology tells Romana about the War in Heaven (something he finds out about from the Collection Era Brax who we know he is in contact with thanks to some Legion era books), the destruction of Gallifrey the failure of the Maximediras plan and the Loss of the Collection. Romana hearing this sends Brax even further back in time to the events of Intervention Earth. Meanwhile Romana begins preparing for the war just in case Brax fails in going back in time to avert the war. This leads to the Doctor Destroying Gallifrey to avert the War in the Ancestor Cell this stops the war but Gallifrey has not yet been restored to heaven. Meanwhile in the Past Brax goes through Enemy Lines and stops the war in heaven from claiming Romana’s Gallifrey and creates a Gallifrey which exists after the Post War (this is a different Post Post War Gallifrey to the one in Cwej (well they are also the same but my opinions of the Cwej Homeworld and the Time War Homeworld are very very complicated and involve at least five different post war universe each to multiple powers and lots of Nine gallifrey’s and bottle universe leaking all over the place and it need a different post) this is why 8 forgets Fitz and Compasion and never mentions Charley and C’rizz until his regeneration (He kind of remembers Charley and C’rizz and that bad things happened to them as the Zagreus incident is vitally important to the Lead up to the Last Great Time War (and the War in Heaven). The restoration does not however mean that the Daleks did not use Gallifrey’s abscess to gain power. Whilst for non time active powers it seems nothing has changed for time active powers it would seem that gallifrey vanished from all time and then suddenly came back in to the gap it filled. The Daleks still gain power, the People still seal themselves away. The Warpsmiths and other temporal Powers are just to polite to mention it (not to mention many of them have also been restored at the same point) it could explain why several Warpsmiths suddenly want to users the Time Lords. I belive the restoration also change the past as well. I believe that most of Big Finishes Seventh Doctor audios (not all) are Post War this explains how a Post War in Heaven Benny can meet a seventh Doctor with whom Ace left to join the CIA (directly contradicting what happened to ace whilst she travled with Benny) and how she can be present for the Seventh Doctor’s last day when she was not originally present but Cwej was. Last Day and Lungbarrow contradict each other the first two New adventures of Bernice Summerfield contradict the VNA’s as well in a way that can not be blamed on Dellah/Collection era Brax and must be blamed on Legion era Brax and the War in Heaven. This “Blip”, as it were, is the reason that from the Time Lords perspective Faction Paradox vanished just before the Last Great Time War. They as Paradox’s where, to some degree atemporal and thus when they where destroyed in the War in Heaven they could not return to a post war gallifrey as they where gone wiped out by Lolita and other powers. I am sure Fransesca is still out there and Sibling Different and Same both slipped back in. I think that this Paradox saved Gallifrey but not for long as nature abhors a vacuum and so the Last Great Time War slipped in to place the Daleks had gained more power and the Time Lords where no longer prepping for a war they once more believed would never come.

This of course is only one Gallifrey the rest who knows.

#doctor who #dweu #faction paradox #doctor who eu #eighth doctor #edas #bernice summerfield #big finish #irving braxiatel #gallifrey audios #gallifrey #romana #romana III #romana II

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valleyfthdolls · 5 months

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I like your writing it makes me feel a certain type of way.

Also what's your FNAF au about?

Thank you anon!

@chisksblog my FNaF AU isn't too unlike canon, though it has a lot of focus on the Afton family because I'm crazy about their story. The big things changed are generally more accuracy to real life animatronics of the era, with each animatronic character having written-in personalities and lore that then intersects with the missing children. Fazbear Entertainment has "lore" of its own (akin to the CEC characters) in universe that kind of blurs the missing kids' reality at the edges.

Speaking of which, the missing children's info is as follows:

Charlotte "Charlie" Emily, 9 years old, died 10/31/1982. Possesses The Marionette. Elizabeth Nora Afton, 10 years old, died 4/13/1983. Possesses Circus Baby. Cassidy Blair Afton, 9 years and 6 days old, died 6/28/1983. Possesses Fredbear. Susie Ann Miller, 10 years old, died 7/02/1985. Possesses Chica. Jeremy Young, 5 years old, died 7/23/1985. Possesses Bonnie. Gabriel Lowe, 7 years old, died 7/23/1985. Possesses Freddy Fazbear. Francesca Claudette "Fritz" Oliveira, 11 years old, died 8/01/1985. Possesses Captain Foxy.

The other three who died and possess the other Funtimes I'm not certain on, or if they even really exist. I'll.. I'll figure that out.

When it comes to Security Breach and stuff, that's where things get very, very different. Technically, my main fnaf AU doesn't involve HW/SB/Ruin, that's a different thing entirely (I call that au "security-singularity breach" or scsib for short).

In ScSiB, Gregory isn't entirely a . y'know, homeless orphan. Actually, he has a full family- parents and two older sisters- twins, actually. His parents split before his birth though, and his father left with his older sister Vanessa, leaving him and Valentine. After losing Vanessa, their mother became the person that she was said to be by their father to get custody of Ness- neglectful, emotionally abusive, and suicidal. Valentine and Gregory both became self-sufficient, and Gregory became cold and bitter where Valentine became irreverent and overly positive to mask a sense of insignificance. Once Vanessa moves out of her father's house, she tries to become a part of Gregory's life, to little success due to Gregory's very avoidant attachment style and suspicion.

Valentine is the one to get taken over by Glitchtrap, but she ropes both of her siblings into it subtly. As Valentine starts appearing more like Vanessa, Gregory becomes completely lost in who and what he can trust. His only comfort is spending all his time at the Pizzaplex, because he has a couple of friends there and he gets in free on a family discount. He considers Freddy his friend, and this is vitally important. As he becomes more uncertain of his safety in his home life, he tries to reach out to Freddy, who is just receptive enough for Gregory to keep trying little by very little. Valentine models her persona after both herself and her sister to continue implicating Vanessa so it stays between them, and she names it V.A.N.N.Y.- Virtual Augmentation Neural Network Yield. The suit is partially mechanized and works off of the V.A.N.N.I. system from Ruin.

On Halloween of 2020 (I don't like that SB canonically takes place in like 2045. sorry), V.A.N.N.Y. is forced to really start acting out Glitchtrap's will, and to cut her off from any emotional connection, Glitchtrap instructs her to kill her parents and Gregory. She successfully kills her parents, but Gregory escapes. He is presumed by most to have killed his parents and run away. Glitchtrap is not happy that she fucked up, but this was partially a move to protect her brother by putting him in a place where Vanessa would feel she had absolutely no choice but to protect him for her, even though they're not close. She puts the responsibility of Gregory's safety on Vanessa, but Gregory doesn't trust her.

The only person that Gregory trusts- aside from Cassie, who doesn't believe Gregory is a murderer- isn't really a person, but Freddy. Freddy is the only person Gregory feels like isn't hiding something from him. This turns out to be very wrong, as Freddy isn't really Freddy, but Michael Afton, trying to stop anything awful from happening again by protecting Gregory at any cost.

Which is a difficult task when the kid you're trying to protect keeps insisting on putting himself in the way of a murderer with the intention of "saving" her.

#fnaf #fnaf au #scsib au #christmas kids au

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