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I REDISOVERED MY FIXATION IN JUNJI ITO AND NOW I WANT TO WRITE ABOUT IT ‼️‼️‼️‼️
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quotidianish · 1 year
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Mom-mercs! Ma, mama, maw, and mum.
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stefisdoingthings · 18 days
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(i'll never know what it's like to love you)
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day 129
so was anybody going to tell me @adorkastock had their own random pose generator now or was i just supposed to find that out on my own
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So, with the Y/N and Springtrap plan/Rabbit Restoration Project, I was already like: “I’m not really going to make a full fic for it.” But, then, I thought of the endings...
Then, I got a fun idea for the third option that I mentioned, and then it just kind of progressed immediately after that moment. So, y’know. Anyways.
Here it is- I’m not that certain if it’s all that great, buuuut...
Y/N hadn’t understood why Springtrap had gotten up and abruptly left—it was strange. He wasn’t explaining.
They remembered him telling them: “I’ll never leave you, love.” And... with how he had sounded, he seemed genuine.
It wasn’t that strange of a set up—they’d already been living together ever since they chose to bring him back for restoring.
Now though, it had been a bit different—not too much, but just slightly... due to the fact that they had chosen to get together.
They tried to keep him away from some people, though—considering one of the last times, someone broke in, wanting to steal his parts.
‘Only Max and my viewers seemed relaxed about him... now, at least.’ Y/N had thought. It had definitely taken a bit of time—even them.
Throughout the whole walk, they’d tried asking him questions—and the rabbit would speak, yet, he wasn’t revealing much.
Forty minutes ago, he’d finally mentioned *something*—at least they were getting somewhere. Literally and figuratively.
“A pizzeria...” Came the smooth, British voice from the restored rabbit. “There’s someone I... need to pay a little visit to, Y/N.”
Thirty minutes ago, they’d both stopped to rest. Or, Y/N did, and Springtrap simply waited alongside them.
Twenty minutes ago, Springtrap revealed that he knew they were getting closer. “You should go home.” He’d said.
They’d refused. “I’m staying with you, Spring. We’ll go back together after this.”
Ten minutes ago, the both of them had finally reached the pizzeria that Springtrap seemed insistent on going to.
From the outside... Y/N wasn’t sure what to think. It was a Freddy’s location—and until this moment, they’d never actually been to one.
Entering the building, the first things that the two of them had been able to see was a massive stage—as well as a smaller one to the side.
There were a lot of games, too, and Y/N had almost been tempted to go and play one—but they chose not to.
Two minutes ago, the building had started to heat up. Y/N wasn’t sure if it was their imagination or not—they always felt a little hot.
After glancing at Springtrap, he hadn’t seemed to notice. They still weren’t very certain on what he could or couldn’t feel.
A few seconds ago... the building went up in flames.
“Oh my God!” Y/N hissed, eyes widening. The flames danced around, as smoke quickly rose.
They stumbled backwards, hitting Springtrap’s side. Looking up at him, he seemed to be far more focused on something else.
They could hear a new voice—an unknown voice—beginning to speak from somewhere. Yet, they paid no attention, only focusing on Springtrap.
The entrances and exits were closing. They could see that from the corners of their eyes.
Springtrap’s attention finally snapped back to Y/N. “We need to get you out of here! Now!” He said.
Before Y/N had the chance to say anything, they were lifted up by the rabbit, who began running through the flaming pizzeria.
There was the entrance that they’d both gone through—Springtrap started hurrying over to it.
However... just as the rabbit and the human reached it, something abruptly closed over it, blocking the doors.
Growling in annoyance, Springtrap set Y/N beside him, and grabbed at the doors tightly.
The rabbit started pulling and tugging—and then he started slamming his fists into it—even kicking at it.
Yet, nothing happened. Growling again, Springtrap started to look around further, trying to find a different way.
A little distance away, in another room of the pizzeria, seemed to be a much smaller exit door. It hadn’t been closed yet.
“Woah-!” Y/N was picked up by the rabbit once more, and he started making his way towards the exit.
“Springtrap-!”
“Shush, Y/N.” The fear slipped through the rabbit’s voice. It was starting to close. “You’ll get-“
A good distance away from the exit door—a good distance from the two of them—a new, sudden voice rang out. “Daddy?!”
Y/N watched as the rabbit suddenly went still, the pair of ears atop his head twitching. He looked around. “...Elizabeth?”
Y/N frowned. “...Springtrap?”
For a few seconds, the rabbit looked around further—towards where the voice had come from, back at Y/N, and the door.
He set Y/N down in front of him, his grey glowing eyes gently staring down at the human. Y/N’s frown grew.
“Springtrap, what-“
Springtrap placed his giant, metal hands on Y/N’s shoulders. “Y/N... go. I love you, my dear.”
“W- Springtrap, I-“ The restored rabbit pulled them closer, placing his lips against theirs for just a moment, before releasing.
Before Y/N had the chance to do much else—still processing the fire situation—Springtrap moved closer, and shoved them.
They gasped in surprise. His shove was enough to get them through the exit door—and, just in time, too.
As Y/N stumbled out of the door, landing on their bottom, it snapped just a second or two later.
They sat there for a moment in silence, eyes wide.
“Springtrap...?” Their voice cracked. They could feel their heart beginning to quicken. Y/N got to their feet.
“SPRINGTRAP!” They hurried towards the door, and started banging on it. “W-What are you doing?? Why did you do that?!”
Y/N kept banging against it. “I... we were going to leave together! I love you, too!” They’d heard that voice... who had it been?
Their fists began to hurt, so, Y/N stopped for a moment. Only to grab at the edges—attempting to pry open the door.
In those moments before the fire, when they’d both simply been looking around... Y/N hadn’t noticed many entrances and exits.
They could feel their eyes becoming watery. “Come on, come on!” They kept trying to pry open the door—although, it seemed useless.
After continuously trying for over two minutes, Y/N finally stopped, backing away. “I... I’ll get something! I’ll get something! Hold on!”
Y/N ran off.
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They considered going back to their house to grab something to help—but, that would have taken far too long with the circumstances.
So, rather than that, they ran a good distance from the burning pizzeria—ignoring anything that may be happening around them.
They weren’t keeping track of how long they were gone for—yet, Y/N had assumed with, how fast they were going, it was only a few minutes.
...It wasn’t.
After finally managing to find *something* that could potentially help with getting inside, and getting the rabbit, they hurried back.
The item fell out of their hands as they arrived. Y/N stared up at the sight.
There was no longer a fire—it didn’t seem like it. For however long Y/N was gone... the building was already in a horrible condition.
One of the more noticeable things to Y/N, however, was that there seemed to be a large hole in the wall. ‘A way inside...’
Hurrying through the wall, Y/N started running, trying not to trip and fall over anything laying around.
Those animatronics were still on the stage—though, some of them were fallen over. All of them didn’t look the greatest now.
“Springtrap!” Nothing.
“SPRING-“ Just as they entered another area, they tripped and fell. Confused, Y/N looked back. ‘A metal wire?’ It looked like it belonged to an animatronic.
Getting back to their feet, Y/N continued running around, calling out for the rabbit—and simply getting no response.
Their eyes were starting to become watery again, but Y/N quickly started to wipe before anything managed to fall.
Entering the next room in their search, Y/N sighed. “SPRING-“ Getting a full look in the room, they gasped.
To the back of the room, there was a broken clown girl animatronic on the ground. Bits of the destroyed pizzeria were on top of her.
‘She must have gotten stuck...’
Not too far from the clown girl... was a rabbit—Springtrap. He was laying face down, motionless, and burned.
“Springtrap!” Y/N yelled. A second passed, before they managed to get their feet to start moving again.
After a moment, they reached Springtrap’s side, falling to their knees. “S-Springtrap?!” They shook him.
He remained still. Unmoving. Grabbing the sides of him, Y/N managed to move the animatronic rabbit, so that he was on his back.
So that Y/N could see his face.
His eyes were opened—normally, his gray eyes had a sort of glow to them. But, now? There was nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Y/N could feel themself starting to shake. They could feel the tears, finally beginning to spill. “Hey... hey! Wake up! Do... something!”
They let go for a moment, before reaching over, and gently grabbing the sides of his face. “This... this isn’t funny, Springtrap! Say something! Move!”
A moment later, they dropped him again—albeit carefully. Through their tears, they looked around the room—just for a moment, before their focus fell back onto him.
“Why... why would you-“ Y/N started, only to be interrupted by their own sob. The human shut their eyes tightly.
They inched closer to the motionless rabbit—more than they already were, before wrapping their arms around him, and their head fell onto his chest.
“I love you...”
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ancientbygone · 6 months
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i'll never let you forget the chaos that birthed you
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i-lavabean · 3 months
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Guerilla Games: Seyka is at odds with her people
The Admiral in Burning Shores: Seyka has done nothing wrong in her life ever. I will continue to let her do whatever she wants and nobody can stop me
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hauntedfalcon · 7 months
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“you want AO3 to stop asking for donations every six months? oh then you must want to see porn ads everywhere”
no you fucking walnuts I want to see THE DIVERSE FUNDRAISING THAT IS PART AND PARCEL WITH BEING AN ESTABLISHED NONPROFIT
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sualne · 3 months
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new game, new wizard!
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aquared · 23 days
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i love doing whatever i want with god tier outfits … you get those weird hip swirl things and you get those weird hip swirl things ! everyone gets those weird hip swirl things ! i dont know what theyre called
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rebelband · 1 month
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lurafita · 3 months
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Arranged Marriage Malec fantasy AU with dragons. Because DRAGONS!
Fantasy AU, strangers to friends to lovers, arranged marriage (but the twist is, the marriage isn't arranged by the parents, but by the couple themselves) When Magnus was a child, a group of (wild/untamed, evil, controlled?) dragons attacked his kingdom and caused immense loss to all of its inhabitants. Magnus himself had to witness his mother's brutal death at the teeth of a three headed dragon, traumatizing him greatly and leaving him with a perpetual and insurmountable seeming fear of dragons. While the dragons were eventually fought back, and the kingdom slowly rebuilt itself, Magnus' father, the king, went the opposite side of the scale to his son, not fearing but hating all dragons and wishing them dead. Years later, it seems that King Asmodeus has made enough alliances with other lands to launch an attack on all dragons; including those belonging to the mountain kingdoms, that have been tamed by the people there and live in harmony with the humans. Now Magnus is no less afraid of dragons in his twenties, than he was as a child, but he doesn't wish to eradicate an entire species for the crimes of a few individuals. So he travels to the mountain kingdoms, in hopes of convincing the reigning king/queen/prince/princess to agree to a marriage with him. Because this way, King Asmodeus can't go around killing all the dragons, if his son and heir is married to a dragon rider.
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designernishiki · 1 year
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y3 has made me feel many things but one of the things that lingers with me the most about it is how majima takes every possible opportunity and makes every possible gesture to say “please don’t leave me alone again, please take me with you when you leave, I WANT to be right next to you when you need me, I’ll literally do anything for you, just don’t leave me alone again” always indirectly but in strong enough ways that i think it’d be obvious to anyone paying attention EXCEPT Kazuma Kiryu, The Densest Man On Earth, who he’s pleading to in the first place. it’s. frustrating to watch. someone needs to grab kiryu by the shoulders and tell him. for the love of god. this man loves you so much and you keep leaving him when all he wants to do is help you and be with you please just take him to okinawa oh my god
#kazumaji#it’s FRUSTRATING#specifically thinking about the scene in the bar after the pink truck debacle#where majima finally says like. if you’re going to Okinawa to deal with this whole assassination thing or whatever comes up I’m coming#with you. you don’t have a ton of support down there and me and you together are basically unstoppable#pretty much completely outright#and kiryu. the dense stubborn motherfucker he is. is like. i don’t have No One down there I have a few friends (missing the point). I’ll be#fine. I don’t need your help there. you should stay here#I’ll give him some credit because then saying ‘someone has to stay here and keep the Tojo clan from total collapse’ is a good point and it#does mean something that he trusts majima to be that person (especially given I don’t think anyone else on earth would trust him with that)#(despite him being totally capable- you know mad dog persona and all that blah blah blah)#like that’s a good point idk who else would be a good choice to do that considering daigo’s out of commission and who’s even left after that#obviously mine is Sketchy. kashiwagi is (supposedly) dead. everyone else kiryu trusts in the yakuza is dead or injured more or less.#not gonna leave fuckin DATE in charge or something#so. fair enough point. but nonetheless it doesn’t erase the fact that kiryu overlooks what majima means in the grander scheme of things#and still believes first and foremost that he doesn’t need/want his help when he does and he should#he’s just. allergic to making life easier for himself#among other issues#sigh#yakuza 3#y3#goro majima#kazuma kiryu#kiryu#majima#rambling
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skyguy-simp · 8 months
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every time I see live action clone wars anakin I freak out a little bit and then I stare at it. that shit’s REAL people. I didn’t just imagine that AND THAT LITTLE CURL IS REAL AF—
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back to crying over him again
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arsene-fixates · 17 days
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hello, how are you doing?
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Hi Qirin ough. I fell sick last Wednesday — still recovering now but yeah I was out for those whole days, might be some new variant of covid, just saw the news of how there’s a new wave of it
I’ve been so tired auaugggggghhh 💥💥💥 and then I promptly got swamped in schoolwork after feeling the slightest bit better. I haven’t been posting much also because I’ve been rushing to finish the seekers notes event (ends on the 22) I’m almost there 👍
also been going through some other personal things & got quite. Overwhelmed . I think I’m okay now or maybe, give it a couple more days
I know the whole “it’s okay if you don’t post :3” but YKNOW. dont forget about me mutuals 💔💔💔💔 (mean this lightheartedly and also jokingly)
thanks for sending this Qirin I hope you’ve been doing well too, hope you did well on exams <:-)
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queerasian · 5 months
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since we’re on this topic, jeremy strong, sarah snook, and brian cox are the main succession cast members who publicly called for a ceasefire in gaza last year (along with a painfully short list of others in the industry). here's brian cox reading "If I Must Die" by Palestinian poet Refaat Alareer who was killed Dec 7.
so if we must spend time on celebrities’ voices (+ disproportionate cultural influence) on the current crisis we should at least elevate the right ones.
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