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mokeonn · 1 year

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Being a horror fan with a cute art style is something else bc sometimes I wanna draw the horrors but it comes out looking like

#simon says #art #my art #I hope yall enjoy this silly #joke #five nights at freddy's #freddy fazzbears pizza #freddy fazbear #fnaf #horror #horror fan #cute #silly #goofy #doodle #I hope yall enjoy frebby

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fred-the-god · 3 months

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Au time continues, now featuring Remus

Belongs to previously mentioned unamed au

He’s a witch (like Virgil)

He has a pretty high amount of magic, but his raw magic is linked with Romans (they basically share the same magic battery) so that can be an issue sometimes. He is fairly skilled with his magic, he may not know a lot of normal spells, but he gets creative with it.

He is constantly fighting the urge to get more piercings, but his current facial piercings are: right eyebrow, bridge, nose, septum, smiley, snake bites, labret, and dimples. (All but one are ones my sister has/had) And he got 13 ear piercings

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pinkieclown · 14 days

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Cats The Musical Autism Headcanons

because these kitties are autistic okay!! honestly i think all the characters can be autistic these are just the ones i have specific ideaz for :3

mungojerrie & rumpleteazer (cause the twins definitely share some traits lol)

- the talking talkers… they’re both hyper-verbal :) while their chattiness can sometimes help with their schemes (they like to engage a friendly policeman in conversation!) but usually they just talk cat’s ears off cause they like talking

- always up in each other’s space, these two have very little sense of personal space and are always grabbing each other’s shoulders/arms or leaning on each other, snuggling, or generally being close to each other

- both love jumping up and down or running around to stim! sometimes they link arms and run in a circle for minutes at a time just to get their energy out

- they’re pretty spontaneous when it comes to their heists, usually jumping into it before fully working out a plan, but both can get very upset when something goes wrong/doesn’t go their way

mungojerrie

- TERRIBLE with eye contact, he’s always looking at everything except the person he’s talking to. definitely adds to his kinda ‘shifty’ reputation

- loves oral stimming, usually chewelry or something of the sort, but will absentmindedly chew on p much anything in his reach (pens, plastic, teazer’s arm, etc)

- has poor volume control, tends to talk just a bit too loud or too quiet depending on the situation

- tends to accidentally interrupt/talk over others cause he doesn’t really understand their cues

rumpleteazer

- very touchy-feely… but only on her terms! she loves initiating snuggles hugs or play-fights, but if someone touches her when she’s not expecting/in the mood, she won’t hesitate to take a swipe at em (jerrie is usually the only exception)

- tippy-toe walks alllll the time. helpful for moving quietly when she needs to but will do it for no reason at all

- loves to give cats nicknames, but doesn’t understand how they work so just decides on random nouns to call her friends

- has a hard time understanding metaphors and sarcasm

etcetera

- THE STIMMER!! she loves to stim! usually flapping her paws, tapping her toes, or bouncing in place, but pretty much any repetitive movement is a stim for her <3

- related to her stimming, she cannot sit still! she’s always moving around, playing with toys, or shifting from side to side even when she’s supposed to stay still

- loves to knit or crochet with jenny, since its repetitive and keeps her hands busy, plus she gets a cute scarf at the end!

- has echolalia, she often repeats words/sounds other cats say, usually just to feel it in her mouth

mistoffelees

- non/semi-verbal, only speaks when he’s very comfortable or around certain cats (like victoria or tugger)

- loves to perform but is naturally quite shy and quiet, so tends to lean on his ‘stage persona’ to express his more dramatic and expressive side! when he isn’t in that mindset though he’s very aloof

- very diligent about keeping himself clean and tidy. he can feel when even one tuft of fur is out of place and it BOTHERS him

- has hypersomnia, he’s always sleepy and gets worn out pretty quick (especially after his bigger magical feats)

- has very specific day to day routines (wakes up at a specific time, visits the junkyard on specific days of the week, etc) gets really frustrated and stressed if they’re interrupted or changed

- he’s a house-cat, but refuses to wear a collar (he hates how it feels)

sillabub

- didn’t speak for a long time growing up, but at like age 4 (in cat years) suddenly started speaking in full sentences. demeter was very surprised

- has a (terrifying) habit of slipping into this wide-eyed hundred yard stare when she zones out. it took a while for everyone to get used to that

- very sensitive to lights and colors, she’s the first to notice when the light shifts ever so slightly, and too-bright lights or colors are very overstimulating for her

- doesn’t like being touched except by her moms and sister (demeter & bomba and electra, respectively) and even then only in certain moments

- special interest is the night sky, she knows all the names of the constellations and can tell you the phase of the moon on any given night

- makes A LOT of eye contact

#hope yall enjoy my silly words!! might make more for other cats if i have ideasss #cats the musical #jellicle cats #also this should go without saying but dont tag as mungoteazer pls #mungojerrie #rumpleteazer #etcetera cats #mr mistoffelees #mistoffelees #sillabub #jemima cats #autism #clown honks

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miscellaneoussmp · 7 months

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I need to start writing more fluff/comfort stuff. Here's Pac and Tubbo needing sleep and Fit gets them to go to bed:

It had been twenty-six, no twenty-seven hours, since Tubbo or Pac had even attempted resting. Hyped up on overly sweet swiftness potions, which sent jolts of energy up their spins meant to be used for running instead of being used to prolong wakefulness. An extra hour to finish up one thing turned to the sun rising and now sitting below where it had sat the day before when the project started.

Conversation was easy. Being filled with possible reasons why Tubbo's current project was being very difficult, how the swiftness potion almost acts like caffeine, and ways to describe the buzzing underneath their skin. Electrical heat, Tubbo described. Pure adrenaline, Pac replied. Memories attached to those descriptions remained unspoken or forgotten.

Tubbo lays under his machine, with a wrench in his hand. They had taken to calling the machine Tubbo's new baby, dubbing it Tub Jr. Both ignored the ache in their chests as they personified the machine. Pac's potion-making setup was makeshift for now. Swiftness and the occasional night vision brew in the stand. He knows that these potions would be more effective if he had a proper setup. Pac didn't bother to cork the bottles over half the time. Instead, he immediately downs them or slides them under the gap in the machine where Tubbo lays.

Pac sat leaning over a potion stand, and Tubbo under a machine is the scene Fit walks in on. When Pac stands up to greet him, he stumbles just a tiny bit. Tubbo almost hits his head while squirming out from under his project. Fit is a bit surprised to see them back in their exact positions from yesterday. After all, he assumed they went to bed after he left for the night. He was incorrect, very obviously incorrect. The dark circles under Pac's eyes–moreso eye, the one that isn't covered by his dark hair–are more noticeable than before. Once Tubbo removes his goggles, his dark circles become obvious as well. The youngest of the three grabbed one of light blue potions, uncorking it with his teeth and drinks. He shakes his head slightly as he feels the buzz strengthen itself underneath his skin.

When Fit asks how long they've been awake. Tubbo and Pac give different answers, both unsure on the exact timing. Tubbo explained that he needed to fix this one thing, and he just couldn't figure it out. This is when Fit, half jokingly suggests sleep. Pac explains they don't need sleep since as long as you stayed pretty still a swiftness potion could act like caffeine.

It actually didn't make much convincing after he suggested a sleepover in the room so they could get back to work after waking up. Pillows and blankets found their way to the floor, far enough from any mechanical parts as not to get caught on anything.

Of course, Tubbo would be the type to spread out fully as he sleeps. It fits his personality. A pillow lays on one his arms and another under his head. He looks comfortable.

Pac is the type to sleep on his side, curled up with one hand grabbing onto the pillow under him and the other covering his face. It definitely fits his personality. A blanket sits on top of him. He looks comfortable.

Fit is the type to watch over his friends as they get well-deserved sleep.

#qsmp #qsmp fanfiction (sorta)#qsmp drabble #qsmp tubbo #qsmp pac #qsmp fit #q!tubbo #q!pactw #q!fitmc #something simple and and kinda silly for yall #i just think theyre a fun trio!!#i hope yall enjoy it really!!!

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nalpurex · 1 month

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i got souyo brainworms again and i gotta share some thoughts i have

this ones a long one so ill put a 'keep reading' thing here just in case yall dont wanna scroll past a wall of text

basically some headcanons about a healthy mix of chad narukami and normal yu, injecting loads of gap moe into this guy

(and it eventually devolves into some weird semi-story because my brains really spiralling here)

okok so, hear me out, chad narukami isnt that bad as an idea...? maybe as a more calm iteration, just another layer to yu

in the p4 manga, we get to see some of yu's backstory. (its been a while since ive read it so i might get some details wrong but) his parents are very busy people, always working and moving around, so yu's always moving around with them

because of this, hes a very independent but also lonely kid. poor guy doesnt talk much with his own mom and dad, and he never really have a good enough chance to form lasting friendships

so when he moves to inaba and starts making friends there, hes like 'oh i really want to keep these guys around...' so he starts putting up a bit of a persona (hah), some cool, unfazed guy that everyone can rely on thinking thats what people might like more. to his credit, it works pretty well, but its a bit stifling for yu himself. hes never had this many friends though, so he'll keep it up

we all know yosuke admires him quite a fair bit as is, just as a dependable friend and a strong leader. he looks up to yu in these aspects, thinking hes basically the perfect guy. (and lets never unpack that thought.) talented, charming, 'gets all the ladies', that kind of stuff

at some point its just the two of them, maybe walking home from school or something, yu gets pretty comfortable and his facade slips a little. maybe he says something completely silly, or heavens forbid theres a stray cat along the road! ("awww look at the little guy, cmeree, pspsps- oh- ahem- uh, its pretty cute...") it surprises yosuke quite a bit. he's thinking about it a lot as they part ways, it was... definitely a new side to his partner, but its also not a bad thing...

after that, yosuke starts noticing more small things about yu. whenever he invites anyone to share his lunch, its always something they like. whenever the IT are talking, he makes sure no one feels left out. he likes cats, a lot more than hes willing to show, and he loves nanako a whole lot too. his partner's... a bit of a softie under that calm and collected vibe, isnt he?

(alternatively, it'd be really funny if the entire IT knew? like "yeah, hes got a straight face all the time and sparkles fly around him whenever he strikes a pose, but hes got a dedicated schedule for hanging out with us and hes always asking when we're free. hes a big puppy, really.")

anyways, yosuke tries to encourage him to show more of this other side of him. stuff like "c'mon, we'll think you're cool either way!" and yu at first is a little hesitant, so yosuke suggests he just try it out with him

he feels some pride about it, because hes the first to learn about this side of yu! his partner trusts him the most, hes the most comfortable around him! (whats this strange other feeling? hm. dont like that.)

yu takes a little more time with the others, but theyre very welcoming about it nonetheless. specifically, they find it very charming! (making cute shapes in your bento? sewing cute stuffed toys with kanji? playing with literally every single stray cat you lay your eyes on? hell yeag.)

of course the facade doesnt completely shatter, because some parts of it are still true to yu. its just that he'll now crack the dumbest joke youve heard in your life with the same old straight face

(aaand now to derail for the sappy stuff huhuhu)

because yosuke's usually the first to be exposed to whatever new shenanigans yu's up to, eventually he starts getting some... weirder things. he brings some of it up to the other IT members and he looks insane, like:

"what? he hasnt been giving you guys origami?"

"why would he? i mean itd be cool, but thats just his part-time job isnt it? hes probably sick of paper cranes!"

"cranes... haha, yeah..." (as he thinks about the row of stupid paper animals sitting on his windowsill)

yu over time starts getting real sweet with yosuke, and he kind of gets the feeling he should just... keep this to himself...? especially when he doesnt see him acting this way with anyone else, and a small part of him wants to keep it to himself. all of this, just for him.

but that would be kind of gay, wouldnt it? hes not gay, is he...? he gets pretty happy whenever yu smiles at him, whenever he does something for him, but its just because he appreciates him as his partner... right?

eventually it all comes to a head when yu invites him to that... that spot high up in inaba. (ykno the one, its got the railing and shit.)

yosuke's climbing the hill, wondering whats yu gonna tell him, and at the top he sees him already waiting there as the sun's about to set on a nice breezy day

he kinda jokes a bit about it, like "damn did you ask me to come here now for the atmosphere?" but yu's strangely quiet

so they kinda just stand in a bit of an awkward silence before yu clears his throat... and confesses to yosuke.

...

they just. stare at each other for a bit. yosuke's at a loss, heat slowly rising in his cheeks, because what the hell?

and then yu explodes into a flustered mess, bumbling about "hey yeah man you dont have to accept if you dont wanna, i was just saying things yknow? you dont really have to-"

yosuke cuts him off, sighing a little. he tells him its okay, hes kinda had a feeling he felt the same way but he wasnt ready yet... and now his partner's confessing to his face, he cant really put it off anymore, can he?

("by the way, did you plan this? like, the timing and everything?"

"i... had a hard enough time saying 'i like you' with a straight face as it was, i kind of had to..."

"... ah.")

#ive never done this kind of headcanon dumping before so it feels kind of embarrassing???#like my attitude going into this was “hell yeah! im gonna expand on yu so much because he has a lot of potential and i adore him!”#and i came out of it thinking like how i always do #sappy fluff and making dolls kiss 🙄#i cant even guarantee ill remember my own damn headcanons bc ive always been one to prefer lighthearted silly stuff #hence me avoiding writing dialogue when i can... especially that confession bit #eugh...#anyways i just hope yall enjoy my thoughts haha #persona 4 #souyo #yu narukami #yosuke hanamura #farts and sharts

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eyndr-stories · 1 year

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Untitled Goose Fic

In Summary:

It's a lovely night in Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizza-Plex, and you are a horrible goose. That's it that's the fic lmao

Super short, just the one chapter, and packed full of silly shenanigans! You are a goose a la 'untitled goose game' and you decide to have some good silly goose fun for a night in the plex! You confuse and maybe even befriend baffled animatronics and knock a lot of things over and do a considerable amount of honking. That's all, its just a silly fun little fic! Enjoy!! <3

Things To Know:

Not a lot to warn for this one! Not even any swearing. You (the goose) are never really in danger. Well, you do break a window, but you are unharmed from the afair lol

Reader insert, you're a goose!

Just a touch under 6,000 words in total

No dialogue, as a goose you are unconcerned with the nonsense noises other creatures make

No afton or vanny, barely any plot to this at all. the only antagonist really is you haha

You really just run around in the plex for a night and cause a lot of ultimately harmless trouble. That's it!

Ao3 link here!

It’s a lovely night in Freddy Fazbear’s Mega Pizza-Plex, and you are a horrible goose.

It couldn’t be said how a whole entire goose found their way into one of the most secure buildings in the city, one fateful night. Genuinely, the day following had the employees scratching their noggins cluelessly as they poured over security footage trying to figure it out.

Regardless, there you were, a glorious grey feathered goose, standing proud on two little orange flipper feet by the main entrance, locked and heavy shutter doors behind you and neon-lit grand halls before you. It didn’t matter how you’d gotten in, because when a goose wants something, by golly there isn’t a force on this earth or beyond that can stop them.

And what you wanted was, of course, to cause as much mischief as physically possible in the next six hours before the building opened once more.

The trash cans were a perfect place to start. They were nearly twice as tall as you, and cutely decorated with fun colors. The empty cans were no match for you, toppling with minimal effort beneath your mighty will. Letting out a triumphant honk, and now with a taste for success and eager for more, you turned your long neck and swiveled your sights for the next target of your shenanigans.

Movement caught your eye beyond the empty ticket lines. You waddled over to the gates and peeked underneath one. A pair of robotic guards wheeled themselves in synchronization around a fountain, protecting the way past shuttered shops and up to the next floor. These bots, you noticed, were wearing fancy hats.

You would look so dashing wearing one of those hats…

Now with a new objective acquired, you squeezed under the gate and waddled around the perimeter of the two bot’s paths, your flipper feet slapping against the tile floor. You waited for an opening, then dashed across the floor towards the fountain. You flapped your majestic wings as you neared, and with a hop, you landed on the wide rim of the fountain.

You paused upon realizing just how shiny the water was. Ah, but this was a trick you’d fallen for before- it wasn’t the water that was shiny, it was the coins scattered below the surface. Those might be useful later, but for now, you already had a mission to complete.

The robots were wheeling their way back around, so you quickly hopped into the water and ducked to hide yourself from view, peeking just barely over the ledge. You waited for one of the bots to get close enough, and then let out a quiet honk.

The bot stopped and turned towards the noise, but you’d already ducked back down. You heard the quiet whir of a motor as the bot rolled closer to investigate. You waited patiently until the bot peeked over the rim of the fountain.

With a big splash and several flaps of your wings, you launched yourself up out of the water at the bot. You straightened your neck and snapped your beak shut over the bill of the hat as you crashed into the bot, sending you both toppling backwards.

The bot seemed to be water proof, but with the amount of water you’d splashed onto the floor, the bot’s wheels had a hard time keeping their traction, and the bot was unable to keep from slipping and tipping backwards, crashing onto their back. They fumbled with their funky hands, trying to grab you, but you were already using the robot’s head as a launching point to propel yourself away from the situation.

You landed smoothly a few feet away, leaving the flailing robot behind. The other bot was after you now though, having seen the commotion. With your prize gripped tight in your beak, you waddled for the stairs as fast as your little legs would carry you.

You hopped your way nearly halfway up the staircase before you realized you were no longer being pursued; it seemed the bots with their wheels could not navigate the steps. Success!

What was even better, you had a perfect view to watch as the second bot attempted to help right the downed bot. The second bot’s wheels slipped in the water puddle, and they fell atop the first bot, who flung their arms out in defeat. A third bot, this one wielding a mop, made their way towards the scene as you honked in delight.

It took some careful positioning with the help of the edge of a stair, but you managed to get the hat you’d stolen on your head. Curses! The hat was far too big for your little goose head. It obscured almost your entire vision and wobbled loosely as you turned your head. Ah, well. You discarded the hat and your interest in it, leaving both behind as you carried on up the steps, hoping for more correctly sized hats in the areas beyond.

Peeking over the top steps, you spied another robot rolling around up here. You weren’t interested in them; you’d already had your fun with the first bots. You ducked instead around the corner and down a long hall.

This area was thankfully devoid of pesky bots. The hall lead you to a wide and disappointing shutter door. You were approaching the door to give it a disdainful peck, but it slid open on its own as you neared. Ha! As it should; as a gorgeous goose, the world should rightfully bend to your every wish!

Unfortunately, there wasn’t much of interest in the room beyond. You were about to turn tail and head back the way you’d came, but you spied a colorful sort of hole in the far wall, right at your height, and sized just for you. As all things should be!

You waddled over to investigate. The tunnel curved downwards.

Where did this funny tunnel go??

Curious, you stepped into the tunnel. You took only a step before realizing just how slippery this tunnel was. Your flippered feet were no match for the trackless texture, and you were suddenly sliding down the tunnel.

With an undignified honk, you landed in what you quickly realized was a horrible mockery of a pond. Instead of water, you found yourself swimming in colorful orbs, which were just as slippery as the tunnel had been. You flapped your wings and struggled to get any sort of footing or stability. After quite a lot of struggling and desperate honks, you managed to kick your way to shore. The ground here was squishy and unstable beneath your flippers, like loose mud, but it was still much better than the cursed orbs.

With your feathers sufficiently ruffled, you hissed disdainfully at the pond of orbs, then turned to face this weird new place you’d found yourself in.

You were often baffled by some of the structures those silly humans would construct, but this place topped them all. The ceiling was almost like the sky, but you knew stars, and while these lights were similar, they didn’t quite make the cut. They did provide enough dim light to see that there were places here to climb, places to hide, places to perch. And all of it was just your size! Every opening and tunnel, while maybe a tad bit big, were definitely much more goose-size than human-size. these funny structures may be odd, but they were clearly just for you!

You were excited to explore, but before you could put your first flipper forward, you heard a noise behind you. It seemed your struggle with the cursed pond had attracted some unwanted attention.

You were already spreading your wings to intimidate this new foe before you even got a good look at them. When you did, confusion had you pausing to deliberate.

This creature coming out of the orb pond didn’t look like a human at first, but the longer you looked at them, the more human-like they seemed. They had the right number of limbs for a human, and they were roughly human-shaped, but the coloring was strange, and you couldn’t recall any humans you’d seen being quite this shiny.

Speaking of shiny, your eyes locked on something especially shiny; this not-human creature was wearing a hat, and while unfortunately it looked much too big for your head, at the end of this long hat was a beautiful shiny golden bell. Even better- there were several more smaller bells tied on pretty red ribbons to the not-human’s wrists.

You desperately wanted one of those bells, preferably the big one. And what a goose wants, they get.

The not-human was making some very human-like noises at you, but you had never been very concerned with the strange noises of humans. All you were concerned about right now was that big shiny bell, and how to get it.

You folded your wings and honked experimentally. You knew from experience that sometimes, if you appeared friendly, small humans would sometimes approach, bringing with them whatever tasty snacks or shiny objects they were holding. This creature was not small, and you were barely convinced they were human, but it was worth a shot.

Sure enough, the creature crouched down. Their head spun strangely at you, swinging that beautiful bell around. It rang prettily, steeling your resolve even further. You bobbed your head and took a step closer, eyes locked on your prize. The creature watched you curiously as you approached, unaware of your plots.

As soon as you were close enough, you extended your neck and snapped up the end of the creature’s hat. You pulled backwards, flapping your wings to assist, and yanked the hat free. The creature made a noise of surprise, but you were already fleeing the other way, hat and attached bell firmly in your grasp. You waddled into one of the plentiful hiding spaces nearby, carrying your lovely prize through winding tunnels.

You could hear the not-human outside, making all kinds of loud and upset noises, but you were unbothered. You found a corner beside another one of those slippery tunnels and dropped your prize. You pecked at the bell. It jingled merrily, and you honked in delight.

You were so enraptured by the resplendence of the bell, you didn’t notice that the not-human’s noises were getting louder until it was too late. They were clambering through the tunnels after you, somehow maneuvering their much larger frame through the space with minimal trouble. You tried to fan your wings threateningly, but you couldn’t unfold them to their full extent in the cramped space. The not-human grabbed for the hat and your beautiful bell. You hissed and tried to bite their hand, but it was as hard as stone. You were unable to deter the not-human as they snatched their hat back.

You honked angrily and stamped your little feet. This was an outrage! The not-human had just stolen your bell!!

The not-human fixed you with its gaze, then reached for you next, making more nonsense human noises at you. You did not want to be grabbed, so you quickly spun around, flapping your wings, and dove down the slippery tunnel. You felt the not-humans fingers on the backs of your wings, but they were unable to grab you before you slipped out of reach.

The tunnel spat you back out on the other side of the structure, putting it between you and the orb pond. You could hear the not-human already clambering after you, so you hurried off in search of a new hidey-hole.

You couldn’t spot anywhere to hide small enough that the not-human wouldn’t be able to follow. You did spy a very bright and shiny glowing square on the near wall, though. Instantly changing focus, you stopped to peck at the shiny square, hoping it was something you could grab. A consolidation prize perhaps, for loosing your beloved bell. You had to take a running start and jump for it, but you managed to peck at the square.

You were unable to grab the shiny thing. In fact, it stopped being shiny altogether. Also, it was suddenly a lot brighter, as if the full moon had just come out from behind the cover of clouds.

Now disinterested in the weird little square, you turned to resume your original task of hiding from the not-human. You turned back around, but the not-human was nowhere to be seen.

Even stranger, standing a few feet away was an entirely different not-human creature. This one had strange pointy hair all around their face, and they were an entirely different and still not typical-human color. You swiveled your head around, but you couldn’t spot the first not-human anywhere. Perhaps they’d only wanted their hat back and had given up on grabbing you?

This new creature was making all kinds of human-like noises at you. They sat down and leaned forwards, offering a hand out to you.

You were about to tell this not-human to keep their distance with a nip, but you noticed that they had small bells tied to their wrists too, just like the first not-human. They weren’t as big and beautiful as the bell you’d lost, but they were still very nice. You nodded your head closer, wondering if you could nab these.

The not-human saw this as an invitation, and reached closer to you. They pet your head, making happy noises at you as they did. You might have been annoyed, but that actually did feel quite nice, and the sound the tiny bells made was lovely. You allowed the not-human to smooth out your ruffled feathers for a moment.

The not-human’s other arm rested idly over the ground. You eyed the bells on that wrist, wondering how tightly they were tied on. You gave them an experimental nip. The bells jingled lightly. You let out a cheerful honk and jostled them again.

The not-human made another noise, then pulled their other hand away. They deftly undid the knot holding the bells on their wrist in place. They held either end of the pretty red ribbon in their hands, then carefully came towards you again. A moment later, the bells were tied snugly around your neck.

You wiggled your neck, and sure enough, the bells sang sweetly. And the ribbon looked so dashing too! Delighted, you honked happily and shook the bells again.

The not-human made a happy noise and clapped their hands. They made more noises, then held up one of their fingers before jumping up and running off.

Huh, they must have other business to attend to. Unconcerned by the creature’s affairs and pleased with the positive exchange, you turned and left to get back to your own business.

You spied a very tall set of doors, through the crack in which you could see someplace new beyond. It took a bit of pecking and some nudging, but you had the door pushed open in no time. You slipped through and waddled on your way. There was still quite a lot of time left in the night, and plenty more mischief to be had.

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As a goose, you know that you are a wonderful and powerful creature. There isn't much that stands in your way when you get your heart set on something. However, there are still trials and challenges every goose comes to face at some point or another. There are even, at times, enemies.

You’ve seen wild dogs before, but none quite as fearsome as this one. This creature had the head of a wolf, claws and tail to boot, but it stood with the form of a human, giving them extra height. The two of you spotted each other at the same moment, both frozen in each other’s gaze.

The air was tense, and you were nervous. You do not typically run from a fight, but this human-wolf was a bit much even for you. You turned tail and fled for your life. Luckily, the wolf did not think it wise to pursue, and you quickly left the creature behind.

The room you’d fled into lead you instead to a different creature, another part human, part something else sort of being. You were starting to sense a theme with this place. Is this strange place how humans come to be?? If you stayed here long enough, would you start to become more human-like too?

Putting your contemplative queries aside for now, you studied this new creature. They were, to your delight, adorned with feathers and a sharp yellow beak. You honked a polite hello.

The creature jumped, startled by the noise. They turned away from an empty trash can and looked at you. They made some surprised human noises at you, to your despair.

You tried honking again, not giving up on striking up a friendly conversation just yet. There was a pause, and then the bird-human gave you a friendly bock and some clucks.

Ah, they spoke a different language! Unfortunately, you hadn’t paid any attention in goose school, and barely had a hatchling’s grasp of chicken.

You managed an awkward but polite hello and attempted to tell the bird-human that you only spoke goose. Unfortunately, after a few more exchanged clucks and bocks, you gathered that they did not speak your language either.

The bird-human made a few sad noises and nudged the empty garbage can. Ah, they were lamenting their hunger to you. You recalled all the cans you’d toppled so far had been empty as well. Usually cans like these had human treats inside to snack on, but it seemed both you and the bird-human hadn’t had much luck tonight. You still delighted in toppling the cans, but understood the let down of a sub-par can on an empty stomach.

Maybe there was still some way you could help a feathered fowl friend out. You knew how bad feeling hungry made you feel, and you hated to think your new bird-human friend was feeling that way.

Your mind returned to the shiny water of the fountain by the building’s entrance. You knew a trick to turn the shiny coins in the water into food, but there were apparently wolves on the prowl. But… you’d rather not let your new friend face the wolf in search of food. And you knew about the wolf and their general location, so surely it was safer for you to go anyways.

You decided you would be brave in the name of friendship with this strange bird-human. You honked a quick goodbye, saying you’d be right back, though you weren’t sure if your friend understood. They watched you curiously as you left.

Luckily, you made it past the wolf-human without issue. Perhaps they’d moved on to a different area… you’d have to keep an eye out to be sure you didn’t run into them again. In the meantime, you returned to the fountain at the front of the building.

Those robots from before were back on their regular paths, and the puddle you’d made had been mopped up. Even so, you didn’t have too much trouble sneaking through to the fountain. You dove into the water and scooped up a beak full of shiny coins. You did have to make a hasty escape as the sound of your new bells drew the bot’s attention, but knowing they couldn’t pursue you up the stairs made your escape relatively easy.

On the way back, you found exactly what you were looking for. This building had several of these big glowing human-made machines. They turned these shiny human coins into tasty snacks, and all you had to do was put enough shiny coins into the machine and peck at the buttons. This didn’t work all of the time, and sometimes the machines wanted more coins than others, but you were hoping the coins you had were enough.

Luck was on your side tonight. The machine gifted you with a shiny little package in exchange for your coins. You resisted the urge to tear into the package right then and there, and instead gently grabbed the package and carried it back towards your bird-human friend.

You announced your presence with a muffled but triumphant honk as you nudged your way back into the room. Your friend was here waiting for you, and made a surprised noise at your return.

You waddled forwards and set the package in front of your friend. You honked, telling them the food was for them. You stood proud and pleased as they picked up the package and examined it. With the skillful fingers of a human, your friend opened and peeled away the shiny outside, revealing the tasty food within.

You couldn’t understand chicken, but you knew a happy sound when you heard it. Your friend ate the snack you’d gotten for them, but they broke off a piece and held it out for you.

They were sharing?? How sweet! This must be a thanks for your effort. You accepted and ate the offered piece. It was quite tasty, as most human foods were.

Your friend ate the rest of the food, including the shiny outside. They gently pat your head and made more happy noises at you. You replied with a humble honk.

With an alliance struck, you decided to keep exploring for a bit. Beyond another door, you found a strange sort of tunnel network with confusingly connected pathways. The walls were all colored strangely, and you couldn’t make much sense of it. You did manage to find a small off-chute that was much more your size. You had to duck a little, but you fit through the opening with ease. This tunnel was much smoother, and your flippered feet echoed as you waddled through, but luckily you didn’t have too much trouble navigating it.

At least, until the spider creature already living in this tunnel came chasing you down one of the off chutes.

The spider scurried around and clapped its noisy hands at you until you tumbled out of the tunnel. It didn’t pursue you outside of the tunnel, so you relaxed and got your bearings.

You were standing on a mesh pathway, hanging high above thankfully orb-less ponds and bushy plants and strange grass. A few of the ponds were unfortunately occupied by alligators… crocodiles? You couldn't tell the difference; they all looked really strange. They were acting strange too, each one popping out of the water to lurch towards the same spots. You couldn't see what they were trying to jump at, if anything.

It could be a trick, you'd seen fake predators before. Thoughtful humans liked to put them out sometimes in gardens, to keep other creatures away from your food. That’s what these gators must be, just fakes. Which meant there was likely a garden of some sort nearby. Score!

You spread your wings and flew down, landing in a pond. You realized the ponds were not actually entirely orb-free, but were still almost entirely water. Small orbs of all different colors littered the bottom of the pond. You dove down and gave one an experimental peck, but it was as hard as a rock. Not food, and not even especially shiny. You quickly lost interest in the orbs.

You climbed out of the pond and shook off the excess water. You were pleased to hear your little bells chime as you did. You started waddling around to investigate the area, searching for this alleged garden. You didn't make it very far before you encountered another creature, this one decidedly not fake.

The gator-human pointed a finger at you as they made confused noises, then swiveled their snout skywards. They looked back at you. Meanwhile you were definitely not panicking over the fact that one of the gators had turned out to be real after all. This was no time to loose your cool, though.

You didn't have the advantage of numbers, so your best bet to defeat this foe was to make yourself as big and intimidating as possible. You fanned out your feathers and stood as tall as you could, then let loose your most vicious hiss as you stared the gator-human down.

The gator-human only stared at you. Drat! This must be quite the foe, to not even flinch in the face of your ferocious display. If you were quick, maybe you could still flee.

Your wings were already out, so you took off, veering sharply to the left. The gator-human made more noises at you, but you quickly left them behind. You spied another door from the air, and put on an extra burst of speed, getting there with enough time to spare to get the door open in case the gator-human was in pursuit.

You left the gator infested ponds behind, and whatever secret gardens they might be hiding. Defeated, you waddled your way down the hall.

Honestly, you'd thought there would be way more mischief to be had here. Sure, you'd had quite a bit of fun at first, but if you kept running into predators like this, you might as well call the whole thing off. It was getting close to opening time by now anyways, and you didn't really want to be here when all the humans came back.

You found your way into a wider curved hall. As a goose, your innate sense of direction was of course incredible, so you knew you weren't far at all from the entrance. You jingled miserably down the hall, weaving around tall square stumps with shiny glass tops. There were strange objects on display atop each stump, but you didn’t feel very motivated to do anything about them.

At least you'd gotten these nice bells out of all of this. Their lovely sound had you holding your beak a little higher. As you did, you caught sight of movement to your right.

Beyond a wall of glass and a partially withdrawn curtain was a small room you could see the entirety of. The room was full of small grabbable objects, but what had initially drawn your attention was another partly human creature. This one was yet another predator- a bear. They hadn't noticed you yet, as they were preoccupied with one of those long noise making machines you'd seen humans use before. The humans would whack the machine repeatedly and it would make all kinds of noises, some more grating than others. You were fully prepared to turn tail and skedaddle, but before you could, you spotted something atop the bear's head.

No… it couldn't be.

Sitting on the top of the bear's head was the most stylish hat you'd ever seen. And it was just your size. It was much too small for the bear! Surely such a hat would look much better on your head.

That settled it. Regardless of the bear, you were not leaving here without that hat.

Exploring the perimeter of the room, you found a door that would let you inside, but it rudely refused to open for you. Studying the door, you realized you'd seen doors like this before. The door would only open if you put one of those little human devices on the glowing square next to the door. The device you knew was rectangular, thin, usually shiny, and floated in water. If there were a human nearby you might be able to nab one, but alas, there were no humans. You'd have to find one elsewhere.

You fixed your goosey gaze back on the hall. There were many objects to be grabbed here atop those square stumps, but none were the device you sought. You decided to explore a little more to see if you'd have better luck elsewhere. You'd get that hat, one way or another. Your heart was set on it now. You really needed the win, after all the trials of the night.

Your exploration lead you to another door you couldn't open. This one was different, it had no panel and required a different kind of human device. You could only handle so many rude doors at once. Maybe there was a different way inside? This door had a window, big enough for you to fit through, if only there weren't a pane of glass in the way.

Glass you knew could be broken, but you had to be careful, because glass could bite you if it was broken. You were more a much more brash goose than a careful one, but you were running out of time. You returned to the hall where you'd spotted your future hat and took a look at the square stumps once more.

You needed something heavy looking, maybe even sharp. Just your luck, you found an item on display that fit the bill exactly. It was dull and not very shiny, but it looked heavy, and the object curled into a point on one end. Some sort of hook? Whatever it was, it would suit your needs perfectly.

With a flap of your wings and a well placed flipper kick, you put your trash can tipping experience to use and toppled the stump. The glass top luckily didn't shatter, but it did pop right off as it hit the floor, and the object inside rolled across the carpet. You allowed for a victory honk before getting back to business. The hook was heavy, just as you'd suspected, but it was no match for your strong and incredible goose powers. You hefted it back over to the windowed door.

Your first attempt to fly at the door and launch the hook at the window was unsuccessful, as was your second. You were determined, though. You thought of that stylish hat, more stylish than any other hat you'd ever seen before, and how incredible you would look wearing it. Your third attempt went better- the point of your hook hit the glass window straight on, and the glass started to break, spider webs of fractures appearing within the frame.

With one last attempt, you finally shattered the window. Your hook clattered to the floor on the other side along with a shower of broken glass. You wasted no time climbing through the window. Thankfully, you managed to avoid getting bit by any glass.

You explored the small room, but your hope began to wane as you realized how boring this room was. You stood atop a desk and took in a few boring human machines and an uncomfortable looking chair. There were a few small objects on the desk, and some uninteresting boxes along the left wall. No rectangle devices. Curses! After all that, your efforts had been fruitless.

You did find on the desk something that looked a lot like the bear-human you'd seen. It was just a head though, some sort of subpar decoy perhaps? It was wearing a hat, but this hat was different than the stylish one you'd seen the real deal wearing. This decoy's hat didn't even come off when you tried to grab it. You pecked at the head in frustration, thinking about how you were out of ideas now on getting into that room. You might just have to leave here hat-less after all.

To your surprise, the decoy head made a weird little noise upon being pecked, then opened its maw. You were about to hiss when you saw what was inside- no way! It was a rectangle device!

You took the rectangle with ease from the decoy, clutching it tight in your beak as you quickly left the room the way you'd come in. you couldn't believe it, you'd found what you were looking for after all!

Back at the bear-human's room, you faced down the rude door once more. It took a few tries of tossing the rectangle up at the glowing square, but you eventually managed to hit it. The door slid open at long last, and you grabbed your rectangle and proudly waddled into the room.

The bear-human was surprised to see you. They made several confused noises and set down their noise making machine. You fearlessly waddled right up to them and demanded via muffled honks that they hand over that stylish hat at once.

The bear looked at the rectangle in your beak and slowly held out a hand, palm up, as if asking for the item. They made more confused human noises at you. You shook your head and honked again, your gaze locked on that hat. It was so close, so stylish, so glorious! You had to have it! You'd come too far to leave here without it. You didn't want to have to fight the bear-human, but if push came to shove, you'd do what you had to do to get that hat.

The bear-human made a few more noises at you, then pointed a finger up at their hat. You honked and flapped your wings excitedly. Had the bear-human understood you after all??

The bear-human plucked the hat from their head and held it out. They also held out their other hand again, palm up. Ah, a trade! Lucky for you, you didn't need the rectangle anymore. You gladly handed it over in exchange for the hat.

Slowly, carefully, the bear-human set the hat atop your head, the fingers of their other hand curling over the rectangle. You felt the weight of the sturdy little hat on your head, and you could see it in the reflection of the glass beyond the curtains.

You looked amazing.

You took a moment to bask in the glory of your stylish new hat, and all you'd done to get to this point. The bear-human made curious noises at you, but you weren't paying any attention to them at this point.

With a start you remembered you'd been on your way to leave, and surely you were nearly out of time now. You turned back to the bear-human and bobbed your head to them, honking a polite thanks before turning tail and quickly waddling back out the way you'd come in. The door opened for you without fuss and slid shut behind you as you left.

You returned to the front entrance, standing once more by the big shutter doors. As you were adorned with lovely bells and ribbons and an incredibly stylish hat, you felt this night had been a definite success. You reminisced on all the mischief and fun you'd had tonight. You thought as well about what kind of shenanigans you'd get up to tomorrow night, but first things first; you were very tired after the full night of misconduct, and you wanted nothing more than to return home to your cozy creek in the park for a well earned nap.

A few moments later, the shutters lifted on the front doors, and you strolled out with ease, much to the bewilderment of the humans making their way towards the open doors. You paid them no mind as you quickly waddled your way into the trees and back towards your creek.

As dawn broke over the city, you settled at long last into you nest of moss and leaves, partially hidden under the strong branches of an azalea bush and facing your quiet little creek. You shook your neck, your new bells singing delightfully. You laid down your exceptionally stylish head. You drifted off easily, and you dreamed of mischief.

~THE END~

#6000 words of straight up silliness lol i hope yall enjoy <3 #fnaf sb fic #fnaf sb #fnaf security breach #fnaf au untitled goose fic #untitled goose fic #silly fic #untitled goose game fic #fnaf reader insert #reader insert #security breach #fnaf y/n

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shortstorytournament · 11 months

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SHORT STORY TOURNAMENT - Submissions Open!

Do you wish you read more? Do you want to make others read your favorite stories? Are you hungry for more fiction in your life?

Introducing: THE SHORT STORY TOURNAMENT! I'll be posting a few short stories every day in a tournament format, with links to the stories! Enjoy a fun tournament AND get some short story recs!

Submission form is linked here! Send in any short stories you want to compete in the tournament! No worries if you can't find it online - I'll be visiting the library to scan a few stories for the tournament.

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weirdbroski · 10 months

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Finished two artfights! I was happy with the colors on the first, and like- went massively out of my comfort zone for the 2nd and ADORE it so much :))

Artfights :|| @farsidejr (Lovebooth) & @retr0scum (Duct-tape)

#my art #artfight #artfight2023 #silly #I HAD SO MUCH FUNNNN WITH THESEEE #SLJNDLJ I REALLY HOPE YALL ENJOY!! FIGURED I WOULD POST THESE ON TUMBLR TO BECAUSE I LIKED THEM /GEN #tw blood #tw gore

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sanjiswetcigarettes0 · 6 months

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Acelaw people! I’m here to offer you my first and not so great acelaw Headcanon writing! Please accept my poor attempt on this 🙏🏻

To Be So Lonely

word count 1.530

If we think of acelaw where everything is real between them,

Law Trafalgar was a tough, quiet man and was someone who tried not to be involved in other things, trying to keep himself on the road he barely managed to put in a order his whole life, all he did is do his work as a surgeon and rescue other people’s life in the hospital. (Do not question his survival guilt.) The sea he had in his mind was always wild, and all he needed to do was to stay quiet until it quiet down too.

He kept himself alive with his coffees and his little crew most of the time, with his friends who sometimes came to his house to bringing some self made food and putting him to his untouched bed after their jobs end. He liked his life like this, and he knew the way his life wasn’t as healthy as his job expected him to be, but be assured, he liked it this way.

Trafalgar Law, who was “too busy for other people or any relationship”, (he kept saying that ) always would come home alone with his regular take-outs and coffee to greet his cats with a warm smile , would kneel to pet their heads and get his daily energy boost at 8:20 p.m from their purrs and meows. It has been like this since he graduated to become a surgeon as he promised himself as a kid, didn’t allowed people in his life, ( he hadn’t any clue how the crew became family to him in that time where he just met those people in uni and had some drink with them at his house, ) and why would it be different? He was fine with his awfully quiet life and night shifts.

But now, in the other hand, he was feeling quiet irritated with the fact that his cats were purring (for real now?) and wandering around a man’s feet he never met before; right now: on a Saturday morning where had a day off and could grind his coffee own and wake up late, he opened his front house door to find a man who was standing on the next front door and had boxes up to his freckled curvy nose, (he couldn’t see the obviously younger man’s whole face) chatting with a younger blonde man with long hair as his was.

Law could feel a frown take place on his serious face, (it’s his normal morning face, okay? ), he held his coffee mug tightly and tried to call his cats whispering over to the man’s feet trough the noisy chatting at 8:40 am quietly to avoid making any more noise this early, “ Beppo!” , “ Asami!” but causing to cough those two’s attention to him, make them turn to him with interest and to hear a “I’m inside if you need me, you go meet with your neighbour, and apologise for your noisiness!” from a calmer, British accented voice before the different looking kind man went inside and left the two of them alone on the hall of the apartment with a quiet, but calming awkwardness.

Law blinked restlessly, but had a break to look down to his cats rubbing on his fluffy slippers returning to their warm home meowing. He put his coffee cup to the ground , and then glanced at the man putting his boxes to stand normally, and finally, saw the man’s face who had the whole damn sun’s brightness on his freckled, smiley, pretty face.

His frown disappeared, weird, he thought , and to be completely honest, he was ready to curse for the noise he had to witness at this early hour of his off day- but for fuck’s sake, the man hadn’t plan to meet the best thing that ever happened to him, on that day. Nope, surely not this early in the morning.

The man who stole his cats had long wavy raven coloured hair, a crooked but heartwarming smile, something pretty and energetic Law didn’t expect to see this early. His freckled face was so openly, inviting the sun itself to shine more. He had broad shoulders looking pretty on a dark blue shirt, fewer tattoos visible under his folded arms on his pale skin and a charming smile that Law had to fight not to deceived.

Was to be so lonely finally enough?

“Oh hey! I’m Portgas Ace and am yer new front neighbour! m’ sorry for disturbing you, nice to meet ya!”

Said Ace, his long buff arms waving him and continuing to talking with his energetic voice like he really wasn’t freezing on this early spring morning,

“were they yer cats? I’m sorry they ran out to wander ‘round me, I guess they liked me!”

and before Law could part his nervously together pressed lips to talk and only stop to realise he was starting to communicate with this gorgeous (who even said that?) man standing before him, he wet his lips to say no and leave to be alone forever, again, but heard something unusual for the first-meeting from the man that changed everything for good.

Fuck.

In fact, he was socially awkward and couldn’t say no to save his own damn life, especially to someone like this weirdly good looking man who looked like he ate the fucking sun.

“Would ya like to have a breakfast with us?”

It was clearly a invite, huh?

And if you would ask him, Law definitely didn’t want to have the younger man to be a part of his lonely life, him bringing Law life and the energy to come home earlier, to see him every morning on his kitchen preparing him some healthy breakfast at 4:50 am, nor wanted to admit that he really went for kissing the young man’s warm smiley lips endlessly every time he would call him “ love”.

Everything had changed, he knew it, after he met Ace on the floor of his new house and had the most tastiest breakfast of his life prepared by Ace’s second little brother Sabo, and was welcomed like he was family while he was a stranger before 10 minutes, 3 years ago.

And as he noticed that he liked being around Ace those times, and getting pulled out of his house on his free days by him only to return to his house with warm and fuzzy feelings he never had , saying “maybe it isn’t too bad to have company” , it was now too late to return back to his cold quite days where he wasn’t all over a man whose the sun itself radiating warmth from his pure skin, giggling while his freckles were kissed. Where he didn’t have someone to make him laugh every day/ or even on a normal day.

He loved Ace, liked hearing him calling himself “the second dad” of the cats and one big dog they had together, and the warm (really warm!) nights & mornings they shared in the apartment that was now theirs. Petting Ace’s soft hair every time he fell asleep on Law while he was reading something about organs or narcolepsy was always something that made the two of them calmer, and feeling the other’s body heath getting even warmer with every kiss he got down his freckled belly underLaw’s big hands wasn’t something new.

“Ya got me heatin’ like a sunny day, darling, oh please don’t stop.”

It was like a dream, wanting was enough, sitting on their old British armchair, holding the man he loved the most in his arms tightly keeping him from jumping out while shouting “ yer gonna see when I kick yer ass when I see ya Roronoa!” to the tall younger man with moss coloured hair holding Luff’s hand, smirking while stealing the younger brother of Ace from the “ the together night” where everyone they loved were together. He was laughing intensely, pulling Ace from his waist to make him sit back on his thighs, then stroking the raven hair he loved most, saying “ leave the youngsters alone, they’re still figuring everything out, ” while giggling. It was like Law had two big energetic dogs, but one of them was definitely a handsome young man he wanted to marry, he must’ve admit that. Everyone were together, and being lonely wasn’t even the thing anymore. Surely, he still got headaches over the sunshine man talking nonstop to his ear, but never felt overwhelmed or never wanted to be alone, ever.

When Ace joined to his lonely, busy life and never left his side although Law himself couldn’t get used to being loved for so long, but he never gave up and fought for their feelings. He knew he loved this man with his whole life. Being lonely wasn’t a option anymore, he knew how spring brought him the biggest treasure to him, because could feel the love inside him when he couldn’t even let go of this man’s body to get up from their bed, murmuring quietly, “ I’ll be back at midnight.” while kissing his freckled face.

Trafalgar Law was now in love; a happy man who would stop by a coffee shop to bring home some pumpkin spice latte every autumn just to see his fiancé’s happy face because it was worth it. Say, could it even be better?

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