#everyone runs out of their homes like 'what happened??? is there a thunderstorm??? did a fuckin Bomb go off??'

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Does

Does Barnaby

Does Barnaby tell the others to get off his lawn when he's angry

psh, who do you think he is, an old man? he'd Bark, like any lively young dog

#serves them right for (playfully) arguing right outside of his house smh #hes got sensitive ears yall... probably... i wouldnt know... #i bet ya could hear that woof everywhere in the neighborhood #and feel it. its gotta be deep as hell. bass boosted boof #legend has it that a Single Can fell in howdy's store #scribble salad #welcome home #welcome home puppet show #many thoughts about barnaby and barking #id imagine that if asked if he can bark hed be like 'yeah but its a waste of effort / who has the time for That' #i doubt he ever really does it... #cause that would take effort and really when would he be in the mood to be able to do it #its like. i dont get how some people can just let out a real good yell/scream on command #if im not angry enough i Physically Cannot raise my voice in that way. just dont have it in me #and id also think that barnaby has a thick skin. takes a lot to make him That Peeved yk yk #but when he does bark. oof. thats gotta be the loudest shit ever #everyone runs out of their homes like 'what happened??? is there a thunderstorm??? did a fuckin Bomb go off??' #meanwhile barnaby is slamming his door behind him and frank & julie are speedwalking away from his house with ringing ears #thoughts thoughts thoughts Musings

[christinesficrecs]

do you have any fic recs for season 3a? i’ve been rewatching and i really like the storyline 🥹

Well, Post-3B is my jam but try these ones. 🩷

Don’t Speak by fatale | 68.9K 

The Alpha pack has systematically attacked Stiles and his friends for months, testing their strengths and weaknesses. When one of the Alphas goes after Stiles, he awakens in the hospital and realizes that something’s wrong. Very wrong. All sounds seem to hurt him, he can’t understand what anyone is saying, and when he tries to speak, it’s gibberish. How is he supposed to deal with the fact that he’s lost the ability to communicate with his dad and his friends?

Without his ability to talk, his sarcasm, and his wit, what does Stiles even have left? Enter Derek, the only one who seems to make it better.

Thunderstorms & Polish Lullabies by Whispering_Samir | 10K

The one where Stiles time-travels just in time to save Boyd and Derek from the Alphas, and manages to heal everyone, including himself, just a little in the process.

There’s Monsters at Home by calrissian18 | 83,575

How did you get past the wards?” Derek had put them up, with Peter’s grudging assistance, after the Alpha pack had made themselves at home a few times too many.

The guy pulled a face. “You mean the wards a five-year-old girl with the mental ability of a goldfish could deconstruct?” He blinked wide eyes at Derek. “Gee, I don’t know. It’s bound to go down as one of life’s great mysteries.

Derek despised him.

Forging Bonds by ��mikkimouse | 27.5K

The loft was flooded, the water shimmering in the moonlight streaking through the huge windows. The twins held Derek on his knees, with his arms extended and claws out. Kali had Boyd, and she was dragging him toward Derek, and—

Stiles aimed at the twin closest to him and threw the Molotov cocktail as hard as he could.

Bake to Remember, Eat to Forget by  butyoureyessaidyes | 125.2K

The one where Stiles runs his own bakery, never locks the front door, and doesn’t know he’s part of a werewolf pack (until he does).

The Nightmare of my Choice by mirrorkill | 106.2K | Mature

Rogue werewolves and incubi and ghosts, oh my!: Life in Beacon Hills continues to be the epitome of weird.

Especially for emissary-in-training Stiles, who's being literally haunted by a parade of Beacon Hills' deceased, who are trying to compel him to embrace the darkness in his heart. His only source of comfort is when he's writing to an emotionally constipated Beta werewolf. When Derek Hale is your anchor to sanity? Yeah, weird might be an underestimation.

Stiles is well suited to the path of an emissary; in fact, something important about him has already been overlooked. Something that could have deadly consequences both for him, and for everyone else...

Wanted by Asterekmess (Livinginfictions) | 88K | Mature

With the Hale pack finally settled and safe, it only makes sense that something would happen to screw it all up. To top it all off, Stiles has to pretend to be Derek's mate, or face a pack of angry Alphas. He's doomed.

In this Darkness (It's You I Hear) by Kedreeva | 9.9K | Mature

Deucalion bites Stiles on the way out of town, and Derek finds him in an unexpected condition....

here is the deepest secret nobody knows by owlpostagain | 22.3K

“Derek,” Stiles groans. “You have me. You’ve always had me, you absolute moron, how many physically impossible feats of life-saving heroics do I have to perform before you get it?”

Where You Go To Rest Your Bones by allyasavedtheday | 6.4K

Derek feels him take a deep, shuddering breath and then Stiles disentangles himself – though he stays within the circle of Derek’s arms. “I missed you.” he whispers, looking at Derek like he’s expecting to be kicked out at any moment.

You're stronger than you know by Littleredridinghunter | 234.1K

Set at the end of season 2, Stiles survives his encounter with Gerard and his goons, but it isn't easy.

The pack are letting him down again, his dad is not speaking to him, his life is just generally falling apart.

Until he has to get a bronze dagger to kill a siren and his whole world gets flipped on it's head!

#asks #sterek fics #ficrecs #tw season 3 #tw season 3A #alpha pack #jennifer blake

[echantedtoon]

Quite A Handful

Sometimes it was a handful to have so many husbands.

(This is inspired by @starrcityyy's Hantengu Wife Y/n art. (Warnings: Their blog does contain NSFW elements and themes that not everyone may like or be comfortable with. Just a heads up. But this WILL STAY Sfw.) I did ask if they were fine with someone writing drabbles inspired by their au before writing this, and they mentioned that they were fine. This is probably not gonna be very long and it's from the perspective of a female reader.

Wife Y/n Concept- @starrcityyy

Demon Slayer- Koyoharu Gotouge

Warning: Karaku IS his own warning. Possibly some innuendos. Mentioned killing.)

The thunderstorm I'm the distance between the roof and sky haunted the eardrums as the storm drew ever closer in the darkness.

There truly was nothing but the warmth of the small fireplace within the cozy small house in the middle of the woods. A cozy small hideaway nobody knew but you and a select few individuals. It would shield you well from the harsh elements and keep you safe and sound from the outside. It was your own little safe haven. Just yourself to worry about now. 

The bubbling pot of soup on the stove wafted in waves making even the most stuffed person desire to eat it as you smelt it. A hum of satisfaction left your throat as you nodded and took your hand off the soup ladder after stirring it a few times. This would surely last you a few days. Cooking enough food to last you a few days was always good. Having leftovers only meant you didn't have to cook over a hot stove for a good while. It left you time to focus on other things. Speaking of other things- F/c eyes turned to the door as thunder drew ever closer and closer judging by the sounds in the distance. Now where are they?

They usually weren't this late. 

It was sort of a pattern by now. Usually the first one to show up would be the most skittish one after he runs away from whatever danger scared him. Cowering by your legs and hugging you for comfort. Then depending on how hard the task was, the other four would follow right after either sooner or later. Like said it depended on how hard her husband's work was that day. You supposed tonight would be a hard working day. Until then you busied yourself by picking up a broom to start sweeping up the floor. The faint sounds of broom bristles scraping on the floor added to the crackling fire and the distant thunder. Perhaps that's why-

You didn't hear anything when the door opened.

You didn't see the demon crawling it's way inside scuttling like an insect.

Didn't sense the figure looking behind you until deadly claws wrapped around your form.

"Hi. You're home late," you casuay said not bothering to look up at the form trembling as it clutched onto your kimono. "What happened to you this time?"

"Not my fault! N-Not my fault! The hands that had killed them were not mine!", a voice sobbed and croaked out between cries. 

Yep. Seemed about right.

"Are you hungry? Or did you already eat out tonight?"

"*Hic* I didn't do iiiiiiitttt!!"

"You already ate then. Good to know." 

By now you could already interpret what he meant by his rambles. Wasn't always easy though especially when he had the tendency to go on for ages. An insistent series of weak shaking tugs told you all you needed to know about what he wanted. Without batting an eye, the broom was placed to the side and she assumed the position of turning around and doing the familiar process of hugging the sobbing demon closer to her while he sobbed into the folds of her dress. Make no mistakes. He had the outward visage of a weak old man but he was far from weakly.

"Shh. Shh. There, there now. You're ok. Nothing's going to hurt you. You're alright." Her hand soothingly patted over his back and head being mindful of his horns.

"Monsters. Monsters! All of them! Putting blame on me when it wasn't my.." his voice dissolved into muffled sobs and whimpering in the fabric of hee dress she could barely make out. 

It times like this it would be a while before he was able to pull himself together and this time would be no exception. You spent the better half of an hour just calming him. He had completely almost calmed down when again the door was opened but with much more force. The door frame rattled from the five of the door sliding open and the sound echoed throughout the room. The loud sound had him squealing in fright again and scrambling to hide behind her legs gripping onto the fabric of her dress.

"HONEY, I'M HOME!~"

"Shut UP, Karaku! My head is killing me!"

"It's not my fault you let yourself get hit by that boulder.~"

"YOU'RE THE ONE THAT BLEW IT TOWARDS ME YOU ABSOLUTE IMBECILE!!"

"Then next time  don't stand in my way ~"

"WHY YOU STUPID-!!"

"That's enough both of you. Your fighting is making me sad." 

Footsteps approached and by the screams she could already tell who else had shown up. One. Two. Three. AAAnd four more demons dangerous and strong. One holding his head annoyed and scowling. Two looking amused by his anger and smiling. And one last one looking a mixture of 'over this' and slightly worried. 

"Hi, honey." You smiled at them. "How was work?"

"Miserabl.     G."  Your husband rubbing his annoyed temples didn't even look up.

"AW. Sekido's just upset because he got a boo boo.~ Big deal.~" Said green eyed husband rolled his eyes when his angrier counterpart shot him a dirty look, but soon put all his focus into giving her a wolfish grin. "But enough about him.~ What's our cute little wifey been up to?~"

"Cleaning. Are you all hungry? I made dinner."

"Nah. We ate before we got here." Another arm wrapped around her and pulled her against a fluffier wing in contrast to his sharp claws that pulled her against him. "But it's so cute seeing you all domestic. Makes me just wanna gobble you up!"

"Let's not eat her. That'll just make all of us sad."

"Aizetsu. I-...I was just joking. Y'know?" Your blue eyes husband just stared. "You know. Like a joke I did just for fun. ...You did know that right?'

".... I'm going to be keeping a very close eye on you from now on."

"Aizetsu, Im serious! It was just a joke. I wouldn't really eat her!"

The veins on Sekido's forehead got bigger than before as Aizetsu stared down a now slightly intimidated harpy demon and Karaku laughed at all three of them. Meanwhile the trembling demon behind you finally let go of your dress in favor of hiding his face in them but still his behind you. Your head tilted in concern at Sekido. Out of all five of them, he seemed to be the only one in genuine pain.

"Well enough of pleasantries.~" Karaku smoothed his bangs to the side before pressing an arm on the wall above your head and giving a bigger smirk. "I've missed this pretty thing.~ How about you and me-"

He fell silent as you suddenly ducked under his arm and out of Urogi's grip. Hantengu squealed as his makeshift shield was removed and all watched as you ignored all of them in favor of grabbing Sekido's head and pulling the lightly surprised man towards you.

"You look worse for wear. Are you alright, Honey?"

Sekido blinked before scowling."Peachy. Karaku blew a dam boulder at me! My head is KILLING me."

You cooed before pulling his head lower to cradle it much to the disgruntled others' dismay. "There, there. Poor baby. Come on. I'll get you some pain medicine and have you lie down."

"I don't need to be coddled!.....But this is fine I guess."

"Do you want me to stay with you until you feel better?"

Sekido paused.. before looking at the others and giving a rare triumphant smirk that earnt him jealous frowns.

"Yes. I'm going to need a LOT of care."

#demon slayer #Kny #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu gakuen #aizetsu x reader #aizetsu #hantengu clones #urogi #urogi x reader #kny urogi #demon slayer urogi #karaku x reader #karaku #sekido x reader #sekido #urami #Urami x reader #zohakuten #Hantengu Clones #hantengu #hantengu x reader #kny hantengu #demon slayer hantengu

[kimbap-r0ll]

can we get Floyd and Malleus with an S/o that is suddenly transported back home- but after various months or about a year later their S/o finds a way to return back to Twisted wonderland?

Hi! Sorry these answers are coming in so late, I've been super busy and I'm going through my inbox slowly rn (there's a lot of asks!). This is a bit of an angsty list of headcanons!

Floyd, Malleus x gn!reader who comes back to Twisted Wonderland

Floyd

I feel like at first he wouldn't believe that you did leave, he just thinks you're pulling an elaborate prank on him and the two of you are just playing hide-and-seek. But Jade and Azul look at him sternly and tell him that you're actually gone, and you won't be returning.

That's when the mood shifts. Suddenly he's not the carefree student, and he's almost too easy to upset. He' beaten up a few students that even mention you being gone or look at him the wrong way. People don't know what to do about Floyd, he's just way too sad and upset!

But then after a few months, you find a way back, and the first person to greet you when you land on the other side of the mirror of Ramshackle dorm is Grim. He cries a bit too haha as you're saying how much you missed him.

"You need to do something about Floyd! He's out of control!" Grim tells you, and you immediately understand what he means. Floyd was known for his mood swings, so you nod and march to Octavinelle.

Floyd's about the squeeze the life out of a poor first year who broke a contract and even Jade, who's usually a pretty mean person himself, is trying to get his brother from choking the child. That is until everyone hears someone running into the lounge, shouting Floyd's name.

"...Shrimpy?" Floyd's eyes widen and he sees you running towards him. Suddenly he smiles widenly, and it looks like all the life he had lost for those few months are back. He shouts your name one more time and hugs you tightly, even lifting you up a bit.

"I missed you so much! Promise you won't just leave next time, 'kay?" he squeezes you harder and gives you a kiss on the cheek. You agree and Jade sighs in relief. Expect Floyd to basically latch himself on you for the next few weeks!

Malleus

He tried to think of your departure as nothing more than things that have already happened in his life. But the more he thought about you, saw you in his dreams, the more he found his cheeks damp with tears.

Malleus heard the news from Sebek and Silver first, and before Malleus could reach you the portal had already closed. Malleus was about to overblot in that moment but thankfully Lilia and Crowley were there to stop it. Malleus still managed to almost break off an entire tower in the school when an earthquake erupted after he heard you had left.

There were storms around the school more often for the few months you were gone. Lilia tried to get Malleus to calm down, but it wouldn't do anything. Some nights when Malleus missed you too much, thunderstorms would go on for the entire night. The storms weren't light either, as the skies flashed with lightning almost every five minutes.

You thankfully found a way back, and this time you had made up your mind to stay in Twisted Wonderland forever. You arrived through Ramshackle's mirror, the one that you had seen Mickey Mouse from. Grim was sleeping but woke up when he heard you, and basically pounced on you and cried about how much he wanted to see you.

"Malleus is going crazy! He's probably outside again, he just stands there watching the window!" Grim points outside, and you can see a slight green glow from behind the curtains. Walking slowly, you go up to them, and from below, you see the fae prince, staring up at you.

The two of you met each others' gazes. Suddenly, Malleus's eyes widened, he stepped back and muttered your name. Was it really you or was he hallucinating? He called out your name, and you responded by shouting that you're back. Suddenly, he flew up and the windows flew open, he basically tackled you (something you never thought he would do) and hugged you tightly. You never saw him lose composure, but at the moment, it seemed like he was crying.

"I missed you so much, I'm glad you're back," he whispered, and you patted his back. The skies cleared up to show the stars shining above. The storm seemed to have passed, and you hugged Malleus back. It really was great to be back.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst imagines #twst headcanons #twst scenarios #twst x reader #anon ask #twst floyd #twst floyd leech #twst floyd x reader #twst malleus #twst malleus draconia #twst malleus x reader #floyd headcanons #malleus headcanons #twst octavinelle #twst diasomnia #gn!reader

[sepicriting]

yandere selection poll

―for your most favorite yandere concepts to come.

notes: as a little thank-you for bringing the yandere twins intro to 200 notes and getting me to 30 followers, you get to vote on which yandere concept i should work on next from a list of ideas i've got brewing! the winner of this poll will guarantee an early release, but please do note that just because other concepts didn't win does not mean that they're no longer going to be published! some of these concepts aren't fully fleshed out either, and are subject to change whenever i find it necessary.

A Yandere Princess, whose every action and word is judged by all. She then meets you, darling reader, who looks past her status as a princess and doesn't bat an eye for any mistake she commits. She, who holds the weight of her people on her shoulders, is willing to drop and set aside everything for you.

A Yandere Milf who moves in next door with her children as a recently-widowed, single mother. To cope with her loss, she runs a small garden out front, causing her to frequently have brief interactions with you whenever you leave your home. Over time she takes a liking to you, finding little similarities that connect you to her husband, and she invites you for family dinners. And after numerous times spent with you, she concludes in her mind that you are not her husband, but definitely should be her lover.

A Yandere Nurse who feels a little perverted for the feelings he's beginning to harbor towards the hospital's most recent patient ― you. He constantly can't quite look you in the eye out of guilt for his unprofessional attitude and treatment. You notice that he's especially skittish whenever he tends to you, but you quickly come to realize that he's the only nurse who consistently comes when you call for someone. He hopes that by intentionally causing your sickness to worsen, you'd come to rely on him for a long time.

A Yandere Tattoo Artist who is quite promiscuous with everyone, showing off much of his skin until you decide to come to his shop. He can't trust himself to hold back from hitting on you, especially when you go under the pain of his needle. He keeps his excitement down whenever he sees your first session, and makes sure you somehow always bump into him when you go out. After all, he's wondering if you'll drop by his shop anytime soon.

Yandere Zombie Boyfriend whose dying wish was to spend forever with you and it became true, coming back from the dead to unintentionally scare you out of your wits when you mistake him for a burglar. While it was quite nice that he loves you beyond death, his inability to talk and his mobility need to be worked on again...

Yandere Trickster God who enjoys playing what he thinks are silly pranks on you, pranks that effectively destroy your day and perhaps ruin your life. You've always thought that you've had an unlucky streak, even if initially you didn't believe in superstitions. But really, every day seems to be going wrong in some capacity ― thunderstorms pour when you leave without an umbrella, your house keys mysteriously go missing when you arrive at your front door in the dead of night, your online deliveries never seem to arrive, etc. ― little inconveniences pile up to prevent you from enjoying something nice, essentially. It wasn't until you came across an abandoned shrine and prayed to whatever god is out there to give you a breather did the happenings stop, and an oddly charming, ethereal asshole comes into your life to physically cause your frustrations.

#sepicriting #sepiposting #yandere poll #yandere x reader #x reader #yandere x you #yandere x darling #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #yandere post #yandere

[achaotichuman]

More tamlin headcanons pretty pweeseeee bbygirl pretty pweeseeee

Well I can't ignore the bbygirl calling can !?

You did not specify any particular ship so I take this as free reign to write whatever the fuck I please about Tamlin.

Tamlin has curly hair, he just doesn't wear it out because his father forced him to keep it straight and short as a child, since long curly hair was considered 'girly'. His mother has curly hair and behind his father's back taught him how to take care of it. When he has his own daughter who has curly hair he passes on his mother's knowledge to her.

Tamlin's eyes glow in the dark. Lucien once shit himself because he walked into a dark room and just saw two green eyes staring at him.

Tamlin's power act out against him at times. Shapeshifting claws will cause his hands to bleed. Antlers will create a splitting migraine. Fangs will make his teeth ache. He is also prone to forgetting what his normal form is and getting trapped in a humanoid creature form that is not quite Fae, not quite Beast and not quite human.

Tamlin sleeps in Lucien's room A LOT because he runs cold at night and Lucien is basically his personal hot water bottle.

Azriel and Cassian didn't approve of Rhysand's friendship with Tamlin BECAUSE RHYSAND JUST BROUGHT HIM HOME ONE DAY AND WAR NEARLY BROKE OUT BECAUSE SPRING THOUGHT TAMLIN HAD BEEN KIDNAPPED AND CASSIAN AND AZRIEL HAD TO SNEAK TAMLIN BACK and they just really don't want that to happen again.

Tamlin and Rhysand were married for six months before they broke up, in that time Rhysand, in clear Rhysand fashion, had everything he owned put in both his and Tamlin's names so instead of doing things like Tamlin wanted to. Aka just have everything moved back into Rhysand's name. Rhysand wrote a list detailing everything that was Tamlins and what was Rhysand's (he did that to rub it in how they were FULLY AND COMPLETELY broken up) They sealed it in a bargain. Thing is Rhysand forgot to put the Moonstone Palace on the list. So Tamlin technically owns it, and because of the magic can come to claim it at any given moment, (that's also the real reason Rhysand wiped everyone's memories of Velaris).

Whenever Tamlin as a kid got a little too angry, Andras would grab him by his ankles and hold him upside down until he was calm. As an adult Tamlin is a little too big for that, but the lesson stayed and whenever he starts to lash out, all Andras has to do is reach for his ankles and Tamlin is scrambling away.

Once when Tamlin's back was turned to him, whilst he was staring out over the ocean, Lucien rushed at him to shove him into the water. Tamlin heard him coming and grabbed Lucien right as he went to shove him and tossed him into the sea. Lucien was not happy.

When he misses his mother, Tamlin climbs onto the tall oak in the middle of the gardens and sits in the branches. It was the tree him, his mother, and sometimes his brothers escaped too when his father made their life too hellish to remain inside. All their names are carved into the trunk of the tree.

When he was five years old, Tamlin's eldest brother gave him armour he wore in the War. It was one of the only nice things he ever did for him, and when he was first given them, Tamlin couldn't even pick up the breastplate. He wore the armour in the War against Hybern.

Tamlin can use his magical control of the wind and air to manipulate the weather. Sometimes in the dead of night, he will escape out to the forests with his fiddle and as he loses himself to his music his magic will react and cause terrifying thunderstorms.

Tamlin will have horrific nightmares of everyone he knows being tortured and killed by Amarantha, his father and brothers, or Rhysand. When he wakes up from them the first thing he will do is go to everyone's rooms and make sure they are still alive and sleeping soundly, this quickly became the only way to prevent him from having panic attacks after he wakes up. Since the destruction of his Court and everyone leaving him, Tamlin can't check on everyone and often has intense panic attacks, his mind convincing him the nightmares came true and everyone is dead.

Before he was High lord, Tamlin played in a small band in different taverns and out in markets. Once at a High lord's meeting, a Courtier attended who recognised him as the kid with the fiddle and the good voice and gushed to him about how much he loved his songs. Fully unaware Tamlin was the High lord of Spring. Everyone was very confused.

Tamlin likes to lay in Lucien's bed when he's gone. Tamlin sometimes also likes shapeshifting into a snake. Put the two together and you get to hear just how high-pitched Lucien's screams are.

Once a large pack of wolves descended on the Spring Manor, killed many livestock, were threatening to a lot of Fae. The sentries and Tamlin went to investigate. They found them hiding in the forests, but as the sentries went to fire and kill, they turned to see Tamlin nearly dying from cuteness as he gave one of the wolves belly rubs while saying "Who's a good boy??? You're a good boy!!!!! Yes you are!! Yes you are!!!" Now that pack of wolves follows Tamlin around and obeys his beck and call.

Tamlin does not like waking up early if he can avoid it. Lucien is always up early and goes downstairs to drink coffee and read his book. Tamlin does not like waking up and not seeing Lucien, so Lucien has taken to bringing his coffee upstairs and reading his book in bed. Now Tamlin wakes up nearly every morning to the smell of coffee and spice, Lucien's fingers in his hair, and seeing him enthralled in his book. Tamlin will not make a sound and just watches him while basking in the feeling of him stroking his hair.

Tamlin had a crush on Norstrus.

#hope you liked these!! #acotar #tamlin #pro tamlin #tamcien #tamsand #tamstrus #because i say so #acotar headcanons #acotar au

[walli3darl1ng]

I AM IN LOVE W YOUR WRITING???? SOMEHOW???????? I eat it and leave no single word behind

I'm just like, so sososoososos sorry if you aren't taking requests- but I always wondered what would it be like for the welcome home crew to have a king dice like reader around? The reader lives deep into the forest and just one day comes across the neighbourhood, but someone sees them, and they just run away not wanting to interact with the eye-killing coloured creatures.

They have a 20s/casino aesthetic and is pretty much a smug bastard, but also funny and elegant, very good at board games and gambling in general!

(they can be another neighbour or a villain, whatever fits better!!! you can search up more info if you'd like-)

(I’ve got a brief knowledge of King Dice and what he plays a role in the game but I’ve never seen the gameplay or anything. Which I’m a little sad about I feel like I would like it, but oh well I hope this is acceptable for you, Darling 🫶🏼)

You live in the neighborhood of welcome home, you’re all about fairness, you love when everyone is treated equally and fairly. You solve your problems with a deal and negotiation is your strong suit. You’re friendly and overall fair…unless you-

€#3@+

Anyways, just how you came to be a resident at the colorful neighborhood is quite a big misunderstanding.

~~flash back~~

It was a peaceful day in the neighborhood, Barnaby is playing a soft tune on a small guitar while Wally relaxes agains a tree holding an apple in his backyard.

Poppy opens her window as she sets a pie on the windowsill smiling and waving at Frank when he walks by holding a camera. “Good afternoon, Frank.”

“Hey, Poppy! The pie smells good.”

Eddie fixing his hat and closing his shop’s door waving at Howdy, who’s organizing the fruit on the front of the store. “Evening!”

Everything is just like any other day, nothing can ruin this day. Not a single-

“Go, go, go!”

“Don’t rush me, Sally! This is your fault!”

Oh no. What could possibly gone wrong? The crew was asking the question when they hear Sally and Julie yelling and running out the woods behind the horned puppet, followed by dark grey clouds and the booming and rumbling sound of a thunderstorm.

“Guys? What happened? Why is there a storm following you?”

“That’s all good questions, Barnaby and I would love to-“

“No time!” Sally cuts Julie off and pulls both her and the clueless Barnaby towards the middle of the neighborhood. Where everyone heard the commotion and rushed to investigate.

However before anyone could ask anything you slowly but angrily stomp your way into the neighborhood.

Frank was the first to react to you. “Did you make a deal with Y/n?!”

Julie shakes her head rapidly as she whimpers at the flashing lightning hugging Sally’s arm a bit tighter. The star puppet blows a raspberry at Frank. “Don’t be silly..!”

“Then what-“

“I cheated a deal with Y/n..”

“Sally..!!” Both Frank and you yell out, even though your voice surpasses franks as the dark clouds form a big monster like creature.

“What do we do?” Eddie asks, keeping the others behind him, looking up at the cloud monster.

“I have no idea! I thought Y/n was a myth.” Frank yelps and dodges a strike of lightning, jumping closer to Eddie.

“Why not admit you cheated?” Wally asks, calm as ever, holding his apple closer to him.

Everyone looks over at sally who flinches when she caught them staring. She glances behind her but doesn’t see anyone she points at herself when she glances back at her friend.

“Yes, you, sally!” Julie glares which quickly melts into fear when the dark clouds start surrounding everyone and creeping closer. “Ah! Sally just admit it!”

“That’s like admitting defeat! No way!” Sally pouts and crosses her arms.

“If you need to cheat you’ve already admitted defeat before the game begins so what’s your argument?” Frank retorted with a deadpanned expression.

Sally goes to argue but Julie and poppy yell when the cloud moves faster, the electricity flowing through it. Seeing her friends at the verge of danger the star puppet swallows her pride and turns to the big cloud monster with a determined look.

“Hey! Cloud monster, I have something to say!”

“Hurry, Sally!” Howdy calls over as he picks up Julie and Wally to make room and protect them.

The cloud monster roars toward sally, now turning its attention to her.

Sally balls up her fist and takes a deep breath then raising her hand to cup her mouth. “I cheated, I admit it!!”

A snap of a finger was heard, and the clouds slowly disappear. From the light clouds you make yourself visible and the neighborhood could finally see you.

You see, there’s a myth that on the top of the hill there’s a playful spirit. A spirit that loves to play games, but be careful which game you play and the rules they set. Play attention to their rules for they loathe tricksters and cheaters.

Gracefully walking towards Sally, your dress shoes giving a satisfying click with every step and your elegant tailcoat flowing behind you. Despite the elegance a smug twinkle sparks in your eyes as you look at Sally. “You admit it.”

Your voice is smooth and soft yet holds some sassy-ness and smugness into it. You move to her eye level and slightly smirk. “I’ll consider forgiveness. If you apologize.”

“What?”

“Apologize.” You hiss. Your eyes narrowing.

Sally pouts, now not fazed by the glare and sighs deeply. “Fine…I apologize for cheating.”

“Good. We’re friends now.”

~~Flash back to present.~~

That was long ago, and not like, two ish, give or take months. Everyone loves having you a part of the neighborhood, despite your temper and weird dislike for unfaithfulness in someone’s ability to play a game, you’re actually not that bad to hang around, you’re peacefully enjoying this game of monopoly with your friends at a sleepover—

“No! I refuse!”

Wally shakes his head and rubbing his temple at Julie’s protest when she landed on Burnaby’s property and won’t pay because he’s in ‘jail’.

“Julie you landed on his property you have to pay him the 200.” You said calmly, your smug smirk never leaving your lips as you lean your chin against your hand.

Julie stop for a bit, looking at you with a deadpanned expression, one that doesn’t face you. “But he’s in jail! You think imma give my hard earned money to a criminal!”

“That’s not how you play…Julie.” Frank sighs with exhaustion at this game dragging on and your smirk grows at his patience running thin.

“I didn’t even do anything? I just landed on the ‘go to jail’ spot. What’s that? Like—a ticket or something?” Barnaby scratches his head in confusion as Frank shakes his head and sighs again. Eddie, poppy and Howdy already fast asleep and gave up this game a long time ago.

“It doesn’t matter! Just give him the money!”

“N/n why do they keep yelling?” Wally asks as he takes the warm cup you hand over him to hold as you shrug your shoulders.

“No idea. Maybe if we wait longer enough they’ll get physical.” You rub your hands together, liking the idea of the heated ‘argument’ getting physical. You’re not a bad person! You would do anything to stop this argument if it were 100 percent serious, but this is a friendly game and banter. They’ll be fine.

“You know what? I can’t, I don’t wanna play anymore.” Frank crosses his arms and looks away from the board.

“Wha-FranFran you can’t quit the game, we havent made a single turn.”

“Julie…”

“Yes, Frank?”

“You’re the reason why we haven’t completed a turn!”

Yup, you wouldn’t have it any other way. You giggle at the interaction before glancing at the reader and smirking a give, sharped teeth grin.

“Shh.”

#welcome home #welcome home wally #welcome home x reader #welcome home x you #welcome home barnaby #welcome home julie #welcome home sally #welcome home frank #welcome home arg

[trashytoastboi]

Oh joy asks are open again 😄

If it's not to much could I ask for headcannons about present mic, hawks, all might and Dabi finding out there s/o is terrified of thunderstorms?

Greetings! 🍀🍞 terribly late to reply to this request and I'm very sorry! Though very long twas not forgotten, I hope you enjoy~

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(Gender Neutral)

Headcanons: Present Mic, Hawks, All Might, Dabi – Finding out their S/O is afraid of thunderstorms

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Present Mic (Yamada Hizashi)

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📢 Hizashi and {Name} were relaxing, of course Hizashi still kept his very upbeat attitude but it was a long day and his instant flop onto the couch was an indicator of that. Both had a longer day than most, work was a bit draining. Everyone seemed to be feeling the slump and laziness initiated by the weather. There was a slight chill, dark clouds hung overhead. Some people were invigorated and waiting for the rain, others feeling drab and some just waiting for the moment they could crawl into bed and sleep. The downpour came as they arrived home, thankfully there was no getting caught in the rain moments. Hizashi no doubt would have started singing his own rendition of Escape. The couple were in their own space and could just unwind and relax. The rain added to that... until a loud rumble practically shook the area and {Name} felt that dread set in so hard and fast they were almost winded.

📢 The sound was awfully loud and {Name} panicked unintentionally trying to calm themselves down. They buried their head under the blanket, hands over their ears while trying to block out the sound. Many might have considered it an overreaction but they didn't quite understand just how terrified {Name} was of the thunder. They needed a safe space to try and hide from it. Logically speaking, {Name} was well aware that it's impossible to run away from something like thunder. Though hiding did prove to alleviate the fear a bit.

📢 Hizashi noticed {Name's} panicking, he was confused as to what was happening. He held a smile, let out some nervous laughter in attempt to brighten the mood. It all seemed to be going fine until there another crash of thunder. {Name} practically jumped out of their skin and comparable to a rabbit, tried to burrow deeper into the safety of the bed. He clicked that the thunder was the cause.

📢 Usually some loud jams, a bit of amping for the crowd and some chanting shouts would have been his go to- however, seeing the state {Name} was in...perhaps more noise was not the answer. A very rare moment indeed when he chose to be quiet more than anything. Hizashi slipped under the blanket, looking for {Name} who had thrown a pillow over their head to try block out the sounds.

📢 Hizashi took a softer tone and a quieter volume, him speaking so calmly and softly was very unusual. It forced {Name} to concentrate on his words, taking their attention away from the thunder. Even while the thunder went on, they were more invested in holding this conversation with him. He even started singing some very soft songs, occasionally getting too into it and going up a couple decibals.

📢 Dependant on the forecast was whether or not Hizashi prepared for the thunder again and preparing ways to help his partner through it. Mostly with distracting them away from the sound and occupying them with building blanket tents, even giving little music lessons that made them listen to music more and more, the headphones proved to be a great method of helping them through the thunder storms.

Hawks (Takami Keigo)

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🦅 Rainy weather wasn't exactly rare, most of the time it was more drizzling, light rains. Almost pleasant like those sleep aid CDs. Difference is when lightening and thunder join the mix. {Name} definitely could say they liked the rain, until it was a thunderstorm. Hawks wasn't new to {Name's} fear of thunderstorms, he knew they found it really terrifying and he tried his best to help them settle and feel comfortable without stressing over the fear too much. {Name} knew a lot of people didn't take the fear seriously, some even mocked it. Thankfully Hawks was not one of those people and rather chose to help them.

🦅 {Name} and Hawks were bundled up and under the blankets, watching whatever random movie popped up on the 'recommended for you' queue. The rain was acting as background ambience, until the wind picked up and lightening started flashing across the skies ever so often. Ironically enough they had been watching a horror movie, one that proved pretty boring and uneventful. The sudden sound of thunder had {Name} jolting and seeking sanctuary under the blanket and pretty close to Hawks.

🦅"Hm? Baby? I thought you said the movie wasn't scary" Hawks chuckled when he lifted the blanket and saw {Name} clinging onto him like a koala for dear life. He had been so invested in the movie he failed to notice the sound of thunder and had mistaken it for something in the movie. {Name} looked up, they had tears in their eyes from the sudden and frightful occurrence. They began to settle down, in the hopes that it really was just a random thundercloud that came and went on its merry way.

🦅 Reality did not prove to be so kind, the gentle rain turned into a violent storm rife with thunder and lightening. Hawks took a moment before he realized that the reason why they had been so terrified earlier was due to the thunder and that's why they were clinging to him, trying to get away from the sound. Honestly he was happy that they came to him as their first reaction. It made Hawks a little proud to be so relied on, he cooed trying to soothe {Name} and get their mind off the thunder.

🦅 Hawks reshuffled, trying to get into a more comfortable position that allowed him to utilize his little plan. He brought {Name} closer, having them lay on top of him, their head on his chest. Soft red feathers surrounded the two, they always found Hawks wings to be quite pretty, seeing the way he used his wings to surround them and act as a metaphorical barrier of sorts made them feel safe. "See, it's just you and me here baby. Nothing to be scared of." Hawks spoke assuredly, his hands petting their head, combined with the steady sound of his heartbeat calmed {Name} down and the thought of the thunder was secondary.

🦅 It may have worked a bit too well, because Hawks and {Name} ended up falling asleep throughout the storm, and they may even argue it was the best sleep either of them had in a long while. Now thunderstorms while still scary, were also opportunities to get a really good sleep with the Hawks method. Tried, tested and approved by {Name}.

All Might (Yagi Toshinori)

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💪Toshinori was pretty sensitive to the way people were feeling, especially if they were scared. More than most he could sense people who were fearful. Even though {Name} tried to hide how they felt, they couldn't really disguise it around him. The storm was raging and heavy, enough to make people a little anxious, but the thunder made it a whole lot worse for {Name} who had been scared of the thunder for as long as they could remember.

💪 The sound of thunder was so loud, deafening and practically rattled {Name} to their bones. The fright that startled them caused them to drop the mugs filled with hot beverages. The commotion caught Toshinori's attention, he rushed over and due to instinctive reaction be changed into his larger form. Noticing the broken pieces of the mugs on the ground, he scooped {Name} up and away from all the broken glass. Still recovering from the scare, {Name} snuggled and found comfort in Toshinori's arms.

💪No matter what form he was in, {Name} always felt reassured by his smiles and calming presence. It wasn't difficult to find out what put {Name} into that scared state after seeing the way they reacted to every rumble of thunder. Many fears exist in the world and something like a fear pertaining to nature was perfectly justified. {Name} often told themselves that and used it as a part of their logic to calm them down. Toshinori could tell they were fixated, stuck in their fear of the thunder and so he asked a random question "What percentage of the Earth's wildlife is found in the ocean?" {Name} was surprised by the random question, they racked their brain trying to find the answer "Uh, 70%?"

Toshinori smiled at {Name's} reply, "94%" he stated softly

💪Toshinori laughed a bit "I even caught Aizawa with that one... let's see" he pondered for a moment, considering the next question he should ask "What are baby rabbits called?" {Name} was trying to think of the name, though what kept coming to mind was "Bunny" and that was how they answered. "I suppose we call them bunnies more often than not. Although they're officially called kits" {Name} was confused as to why he was throwing all of these random trivia questions. Toshinori did have a reason for this. They entered the bedroom and Toshinori set {Name} on the bed..checking over to make sure they weren't injured from when they dropped the mugs earlier. There was another reason of course, mostly because the bedroom was the intermost room of the house and with the curtains drawn the lightening didn't seem so intimidating. {Name} wasn't exactly scared of the lightening, but the thunder that accompanied it, is what they dreaded... it was the forewarning.

💪Toshinori kept {Name} close, continously asking the most random of trivia questions, engaging in little brain games. It was because he wanted to take their mind off the thing that was scaring them. He would make them think of something and think of an answer, actively having to engage their brain elsewhere. But it helped to calm them down without even realizing it.

💪He never told them or made them aware of what he was doing mostly in the fears that they would finally catch onto what he was doing and their mind, now being conscious of it would rather focus on the thunder instead. He would smile, reassure and comfort his partner, distract them when it was necessary and just help them through the storm.

Dabi

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🌡{Name} waited at the usual meet up place, more apt to call it Dabi's home, or the thing closest to it. Being a villain didn't provide ample ways and means to get a decent house most of the time and thus made do with what they had. The dark clouds finally began their downpour, {Name} sat on the dusty couch looking at the various leaks in the roof. The wind blew against the cracked and rattling windows, and even so all of those didn't pose much concern. The biggest concern to {Name} was the violent thunder that practically roared all around, the empty and broken parts of the building seemed to echo and make it far worse. They grew too scared to simply sit around, they were cowering but didn't feel safe. They decided to try find a place to just help them cope with it.

🌡 Dabi heard the thunder, the rain and every other ambient noise there was living in such a place. He paid it no real mind, it was just background noise after all. While heading up, his mind drifted and wondered what {Name} was up to. Though when he pushed open the rickety door, it looked empty. Dabi wondered if he got the date for them meeting up wrong, another flash of thunder lit up the room, looking around he noticed what few shoes he owned were laying outside of the old wardrobe. When the thunder finally relented, Dabi could distinctly make out the sounds of crying.

🌡 Dabi took slow steps towards the wardrobe and opened it carefully. Inside he found the sight of {Name} sniffling and wiping away their tears and they looked up at him. It didn't take a genius to figure out what was going on. {Name}, evidently scared, trembling and practically jumping out of their skin with every crash of thunder. Somehow the scene was almost reminiscent of himself as a child. Hiding away in smaller spaces and crying because there was no one to comfort him.

🌡 Dabi walked over to the bed and ripped the blanket off without much effort, {Name} watched in an inquisitive manner, curious as to what Dabi was planning. He threw the blanket over {Name}, and very skillfully he picked them up and practically swaddled them in the blanket. With them in his arms, he sat in the wardrobe. {Name} was set into Dabi's lap, he threw an arm around their waist and kept them close.

🌡They were so surprised that they didn't even pay attention to the thunder outside. Dabi had his back against the wardrobe, and it was a relatively cramped space for two people. He tilted his head forward and rested it on {Name's} shoulder. Dabi didn't offer any comforting words nor any of his usual sarcastic and cynical commentary. He simple held them and snuggled into {Name} like an attention starved cat.

🌡This became the regular whenever there were storms. Of course they finally decided that no more squeezing into the tight wardrobe but rather they would snuggle up on the couch or the bed. {Name} approached the topic of the fear first, explaining why they were scared of the thunder. Dabi always comforted them without any of the superficial words that many used to comfort. Usually they didn't even do that. Besides the fear wasn't of something tangible, it wasn't something Dabi could hide or get rid of, so instead he accepted their fear and would just make sure they wouldn't go through it alone.

#BNHA #present mic #hawks #all might #dabi #trashytoastboi #gender neutral reader #gender neutral pronouns #gender neutral #yamada hizashi #keigo takami #takami keigo #yagi toshinori #touya todoroki #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #fluff #sfw #present mic x reader #hawks x reader #all might x reader #dabi x reader

[stesierra]

WIP INTRO- MUD-CHILD

Title: Mud-Child

Genre: Adult fantasy

Setting: Rebora, which everyone calls a kingdom even though the kings are long gone

Tropes: magical child, sad old lesbian, menopause, curses, monsters, motherhood, using magic kills you slow, soul-eaters, generations of war, religious conflicts, many gods, three main characters

Story:

For Rebeka, menopause isn't the end of motherhood, but the beginning. Her new daughter is perfect down to every cotton-thread hair and river-stone eye. Rebeka sculpted her that way. The townsfolk are mad to think Mud-Child will murder them all during the next thunderstorm. Rebeka will not give her up. But the rest of the world doesn't care what an old woman wants. Mud-Child is snatched and sold into military slavery. Mud-Child is the first person Rebeka's cared about since her twin died and her beloved left her for a man. Now she'll do anything to get her child back.

For Mud-Child, waking up was simple. One minute, she was clay. The next, she could feel, move and love. She doesn't want to be a soldier, especially since they treat her like furniture. She wants to go home. Or she did, before she found it out it could mean a death-sentence for Rebeka. Now she's on the run from everybody. Even her mother.

For Bren, it was just a job. Monster-tender. Sounded simple. He didn't count on a strange man offering Bren his heart's desire—the removal of his life-long curse. All Bren has to do is take a new master and turn a blind eye. But Bren has always prided himself on doing his job. On being a good man. If he accepts the offer, a little clay girl and her mother will die. A nation will fall. And if that happens, Bren might as well admit he's nothing more than his curse.

The Characters:

Rebeka- a sad old lesbian

Mud-Child- a pile of clay with a soul

Bren- a cursed but ethical man

The duke- worthless ruler of Rebora

Quade Verity- a handsome former paladin. Surely he must be a good man

Worst Comment from a Beta Reader: There should be attempted rape in this book. It makes sense and it'd be totally better that way. (Paraphrased.) This was with Critters. I don't really recommend them.

Credit for (modified) WIP intro format @sleepyowlwrites

Status Check: Third draft. 109k. Available for beta reading for interested mutuals.

Chapter One here.

Chapter Two here.

No more will be posted but you can volunteer to beta read.

The sculpture in the mood board? I made that when I was seventeen.

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[dundermisfits]

Erin

Pairing: Erin x female!reader

Requested by: @littlecoffie

Request:

Omg, this is my first question in all my time on Tumblr, I even had to verify my password and my email LOL. I don't even know if the "suggestions for writing" are made here, but if you can... Can you make some HCs of Erin? (Sorry, English is not my first language)

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• In the beginning, it’s pretty obvious that you both like each other, she’s more of the one to flirt while you’re more of the shy one. She thinks it’s adorable to see you’re blushing at her compliments and never fails to do it every day just to see you blush and slightly hide your face away from her

• It’s a little awkward at first, but you got more comfortable when you started visiting the reception desk more often, nearly just as much as Jim did when Pam was there

• Erin wants to keep you safe from anything that can hurt your relationship, she does her very very best to keep you away from Andy followed soon by Gabe

• She broke up with Gabe at the Dundies to be with you and everyone but Gabe is supportive and cheers for you both

• Eventually, you have reached that point in the relationship where you both move in together and it comes across to you that something was going to happen or was about to happen, but you don’t bring this up to Erin

• However, it turns out you were right to feel that way, Gabe showed up a couple of times at the doorstep asking for Erin to give him a second chance and both times she slams the door in his face before telling him to go or away or there will be problems

• She would never go back to him and she needs you to know that

• Of course you both don’t always agree on everything just like every couple, but you’re both good at resolving the issue and make things workout, you’re both so good at it that you make it look easy

• At night in bed, Erin works late nights so she would come home to you face down in the people half asleep, the sound of her walking through the heavy front door wakes you up as you wait for Erin to take the spot beside you in your shared bed

• She always wants to make sure you’re alright and in good condition, that you’re still comfortable with her there

• It’s no surprise you fear thunderstorms as it is a common fear, it’s something that stuck with you since you were little and Erin could tell it made you nervous as if she had a sixth sense and pulled you closer to her until it the storm passed over

• Of course being the big flirt she is, Erin takes this opportunity to flirt with you, to try and take your mind off the storm and as nervous as you were, it still made you blush

• “Your lips look lonely, would they like to meet mine?”

• That caught you off guard, looking up at her with that look she hoped to see

• “Are you trying to flirt with me?”

• “Maybe.”

• “You don’t have to, you know.”

• “I know.”

• You laid there as you pretend to run it through your mind before playfully agreeing and allowed your lips to meet

• Despite the thunderstorm, you don’t want this moment to end

• The final thing is… Angela and Kelly can’t help but feel jealous of your relationship because they want what you

• Which is something they think they won’t get, but little do they know….

• They quietly team against you and turn you in anonymously. One time, you were both in the break room together sharing your meal and after Angela walks in and sees Erin giving you a quick kiss before going back to work, she took it to Toby

• Kelly walked in on the same scene a couple days later and turned it into a complaint before taking it to Michael

• Nothing was made of it, as Toby and Michael thought it was a childish act from both women while demanding to leave you both alone

• Which they do after losing this battle of having it their way

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@dundermisfits

A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long! I hope you like it, I’ve been in the process of moving back to my home state and finally have myself a break!

Happy reading!

❤️❤️❤️❤️

Characters:

• Michael Scott

• Dwight Schrute

• David Wallace

• Jim Helpart

• Oscar

• Pam

• Karen

• Angela

• Kelly

• Erin

• Gabe

#the office imagines #the office imagine #the office x reader #the offspring #michael scott #dwight schrute #david wallace #the office #erin #pam #Jim #angela martin #Andy #Gabe #request #requested #requests

[tokyo-revengers-writings]

Tenjiku's Prince

Chapter Two: How did we get here?

WC:.7K

Warnings: Mentions of substance abuse,

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I reported to Yokohama the next day as I was told. It was grand for a small abandoned building. The moment you walked in, you were met with a stage, six feet or so off the ground. There was a large table on the stage, each with eight regular chairs. At the head of the table, there were two larger chairs, each painted to resemble a throne. In one throne sat Izana, the other remained empty.

I stood next to one of my former members, each one waiting for Izana to begin speaking. His head was in his hands, seeming bored at the concept of a meeting. The room was abuzz with conversation, but it still seemed grim, almost unwelcoming.

"You all are unruly." Izana spoke just loud enough for the whole room to hear, "Listen, I don't run a pig farm here, do I?"

"No sir!" The room at once filled with booming approval.

"Unbelievable," I thought, "This guy is seeking approval in the most dictator-like way."

"That's what I thought. We have important things to discuss. First things first, everyone is aware of who is sitting around me?"

I observed the people sitting on the stage and instantly recognized them as Tenjiku Executives. The Haitanis, Mochi, and Mucho were all too familiar.

"Yes sir!"

Izana leaned back, "There will be some changes around here. (Last name) (name), come out where I can see you."

My head sna[[ed up, startled by the sudden command. Many heads turned to face me as I quickly entered Izana's view.

"How many of your people have come to Yokohama?"

I paused for a moment, "About 150."

The room was abuzz again, each person whispering about my words.

"Alright, that's enough!" Izana's voice was firm, "For now, I'm dividing the new people between each Heavenly King; that's fifty for each. Don't expect this to last, it's temporary until we get another Heavenly King, after what happened to the last one."

The room was dead silent for a few moments, each bowing their heads in mourning.

"What happened?" I thought, joining them in bowing.

Izana was the first to speak, "There have been some territory disputes recently with the fall of (Name)'s gang. Due to our low presence, they see Yokohama as open territory."

"I'm leading my group into the nearest group's territory to see what information we can gather," Ran Haitani's voice sounded throughout the building.

"When Haitani's squad returns, we attack."

Izana somehow looked more sinister than when he beat me to a pulp. His eyes were wide as if he was seeing some religious deity in the flesh. His mouth was twisted into a smile that could only be described as evil.

He dismissed everyone in the building, and as I was leaving, I heard a voice.

"(Last name) (Name)!"

I turned, only met by Izana, still sitting on his throne, the same creepy smile plastered on his lips. He stood and made his way to my level.

"There is a war starting, and we can only hope it won't cost us lives."

"This conflict is useless," I responded, "All it's gonna do is reveal our position."

Izana sighed, "We have no choice. We can only hope that we're not being spied on."

"Why did you call me back?"

"I see potential in you," Izana reached his hand out to graze my cheek, "If you do well in this fight, I'll name you a Heavenly King. You have to prove your worth to me."

I pulled away, "Why would I want that?"

Izana shrugged, "Well, it's a chance to regain some power. That is what you want, correct?"

"Power," I thought, "A chance to prove that I have worth?"

"I'll take you up on that offer."

As I left the worn-down building that was Yokohama's meeting place and began walking home, I could only think of why I did what I did. Power? Is that really what I crave?

The walk home was bleak. The normally bright fall sky was replaced by gray thunderstorm clouds. The sounds of crunching leaves under my feet broke the eerie silence.

Why did I seek so much validation? Dad's drinking? Mom's apathy as she lit her crack spoon? Could I really blame my problems on them?"

Of course, I can. They hurt me.

They hurt me, yet I still seek their love.

How ironic.

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MASTERLIST

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[awlumii]

mars mars mars! :D

how've you been bub? i hope all has been well, it's been a while since i last came here...feels super nice and cozy and like home huhu

anyways i am about to break everyone's hearts with this buckle the fuck up /lh

— literally listening to overlord of the thunderstorm as of writing this brainrot —

so this is an idea i had with heizou, the supposed idea takes place in the vision hunt decree. though the idea i had for heizou is one i gave to a friend and i did write a little drabble for them about it on discord, however...

i started about thinking of this idea with kazuha.

heizou's section of the idea is him confiscating your vision, for kazuha's it's his arrival after you're vision has been taken; enter the brainrot!

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the hundredth vision to be seized under the decree, and that vision was non-other than yours.

the traveler has arrived too late, a tad bit too late, you're vision was taken and you were left like an empty shell waiting to be taken and in this case...a precious and important possession was taken away. the closet thing resemblant to a heart, the shell that housed you're memories, dreams and ambitions.

the vision that was once securely tied around you're scarf—a gift from someone you cannot remember anymore—is long gone, taken by an archon in desire for eternity. in a state of a wretched and tranquil eternity.

you are now unconscious in the traveler's arms, you're wound badly tented to but the traveler is running as fast as they can to sangonomiya—while their companion, paimon, is but a frantic mess. a river falling down her small face as she frantically flies left and right, holding onto a small twinge of hope. in hopes kazuha's companion to be alive.

how are they going to explain this to him?

——

he had heard, the bounty on the traveler's head.

he had heard, of you're current condition.

kazuha is rushing his way to the camps, informed by gorou that you are still unconscious and residing in his camp, his face may appear composed, concerningly so but his heart—his heart is hammering in his ribcage, his mind id racing a mile a minute,

please be okay,

he hoped,

please be okay,

he hoped yet again, something salty seems to cover his eyes..

please remember me.

he can feel a rushing river about to escape, but he has to remain calm, he has to.

but who is he to fool? he cannot.

finally reaching and entering you're camp, he sees you—his eyes widen slightly at you're state, bandaged all over, that heart that used to glow so brightly (that glow did not rival your smile in his eyes) now gone, he's come too late.

approaching you're bed, he can hear you're breathing—such troubled and unstable breathing, a breathing that speak pain and sadness...he can feel his heart ache, so much.

it's his fault, it's all his fault—for letting you go back to inazuma, for letting this happen to you, it's all his fault...

“it's not your fault, 'zuha! don't blame yourself for such things.” those words echo in hid mind, “you didn't know that what had happened was going to happen, it's not you're fault at all. none of it is.”

he lets out a breathy laugh, even while you're in this state, you still manage to do your magic as always.

a small, sad smile is all that decorates his face, as he reaches out for you're hand—holding it gently and placing but a light feather kiss on you're scarred knuckles, he can feel his tears make their escape, his heart aches so much at what you had to undergo but despite this; he is so grateful you made it out alive.

his tears roam freely more as he sees you're eyes flicker open, so tired, so sad...but he smiles, a smile so big and filled with so much gratitude, his hold on you're hand gets a little tighter—placing you're now warm hands on his forehead as he allows his tears to escape.

you look over to this individual, his warmth feels familiar but you can't remember who he is, he feels so so familiar...

“who..?” you only asked, you're voice so tired and low, kazuha felt his heart break for a fraction of this wretched eternity he's living in, but he now holds you're hand close to his cheek, this action once again striking something familiar in your memory that you can't remember.

“you don't have to remember me, my dove. i'm right here...i'm right here...” those words trail from his lips, fading more and more into sobs and an incoherent string apologies and reassuring words.

you cup his cheek out of instinct, and merely stay on you're bed as you watch this stranger cry and apologize to you.

——

pretty painful right? yeah! i'm sobbing right now! :D

jokes aside though—take this depressing scenario as an apology for me being so inactive and not being able to get to chat more often <//3 i hope you know that i love you very very much friend and happy thanksgiving dear, i wish you the best with everything and the kindest and most loving of days tomorrow and going forward! 💙

— much love and sincerest of apologies for the pain, yoi.

YOII, YOU'RE HERE, HI LOVE I MISSDED YOU SO MUCHY MUCH 🥺🥺💕💗💕💗🫂

but listen. LISTEN. i am SO conflicted rn bc of this. bc on the one hand, AAAAAAAA THE URGE TO WRITE A FIC ABOUT LEARNING TO LOVE KAZUHA AGAIN IS UNREAL but also HOW FAWKING DARE YOU. (/lh /hj) IM SO TORN UP OVER DIS RN.

man... look, you don't gotta apologize, yeah? whenever we get to chat, my heart is happy, even if it's not often! i love you too friend, and i hope that your days have been treating you kindly! may tomorrow and the following days smile warmly upon you, my love 🥰💗💕

#[ 📭 — incoming! ] #[ 💫 — yoi! ] #[ 💭 — thinking! ] #kazuha x reader #CANT BELIEVE YOU WOULD HURT ME LIKE DIS #YOU AINT TALK TO ME FOR HOW LONG AND THIS IS HOW YOU DO ME? /lh /hj #lucky i love you 😒

[liarian]

Shigeo

"Things are going well." Shigeo insisted as he absentmindedly fiddled with the pen between his fingers. "Mom, you don't have to worry."

"It would be nice to see your face once in a while." The woman sounded defeated. "At this rate, I'm not going to know you the day we pass each other on the street."

"Right now I'm very busy, but maybe later on." Shigeo replied knowing it wasn't going to happen anytime soon.

"This is still your home. Ritsu misses you too."

"Mom, you know why I can't come." Shigeo threw the pen on the table, the last thing he wanted was to have that argument again. "Give my regards to everyone."

"Shigeo, you're not a monster. What happened was just an accident. If only-"

"If I hurt you guys again I couldn't forgive myself." Shigeo interrupted her. " I can't as long as that thing hates Ritsu."

His mother sighed but didn't insist again. They'd been through it enough times to know she wasn't going to get him to change his mind. As much as everyone said, there were few people who surpassed him in being stubborn. And he had good reason to be.

"I love you, honey."

"I love you too. Give Dad a hug for me."

The silence was suffocating. Shigeo let his gaze wander to an undefined spot on the ceiling. Disappearing didn't seem like such a bad idea lately. In the last few days, he had turned away every customer who had walked through the office door. Their problems weren't something he could solve.

The world was once again becoming a distant and strange place. Shigeo still remembered that isolating feeling, as if an invisible wall was rising around him. It wasn't the first time that even breathing seemed to require too much effort. The clock read half past six when Shigeo finally moved an inch. He couldn't remember where the last two hours of his life had gone but nothing seemed out of place.

Taka should have gotten there by now.

Shigeo knew for a fact that it wasn't going to happen but, like an idiot, he kept hoping to see him walk through that door. How long was he going to keep waiting? His hopes were just a selfish wish. As long as that thing was still inside him, Shigeo was still a danger to everyone. He had been deluded to think that thing wouldn't end up turning against Taka as well. 

Why couldn't he just be a normal person? Teru would still be with him. And he wouldn't have lost Ritsu.

"Why do you have to steal everything I care about?" Shigeo looked down at his hands.

The walls of the office seemed to pounce on him. Shigeo closed his eyes tightly until white flies crossed the darkness behind his eyelids like a thunderstorm. The best he could do was lock up.

"Anyone would think someone had died."

Shigeo was startled. Energy buzzed around him and tingled in his fingertips. Dimple's voice shouldn't have come from those lips. 

"I should have taken you out the moment I saw you." Shigeo stood up abruptly and stretched out his arm.

"Hey! Wait! Wait!" Dimple raised Taka's arms in surrender. "I've only done what you asked me to do."

"What did I asked you to do? When have I ever asked you to do anything?" Shigeo waved his hand, a blast of power bursting against the wall.

Taka's body barely had time to stretch in the air as if playing limbo, the wave passing mere inches from his face. With a somersault, he sat up and continued prancing.

"The deal was I protected him and you didn't send me to the afterlife!" Dimple yelled, dodging his new attack. "This is what your word is worth?"

"In what way is this protecting him?" Shigeo stopped dead in his tracks.

The two red dimples glowed in Taka's gaunt cheeks. Dark circles under his eyes gave him an almost ghastly look. He was barely a shadow of the boy who spent his afternoons sitting at the reception desk making charms. What had happened to him?

"Shigeo! Are you going to keep ignoring him much longer? Are you just a coward who runs away as soon as the slightest trouble appears?"

"You're not going to let go, are you?" Shigeo raised his arm again, power swirling in his fingers.

He'd been an idiot to think the spirit was just a nuisance. As soon as he removed it, Taka would be safe again and he could forget about its existence.

The power vanished completely.

For the first time in many weeks, Shigeo noticed the other's consciousness in some corner of his mind. He could hardly believe it. Shigeo tried again to no avail. The monster that had completely ruined his life had decided to save that thing that had taken over Taka's body.

"Why?" Shigeo tried to keep his eyes open but the world began to blur around him until only darkness remained.

***

For a second, Dimple had been sure that this would be his demise. His vanity was going to cost him dearly in the end. Maybe he should have thought things through. The boy had lost consciousness a while ago and it was almost better. The panic had been very real and had almost made Dimple feel guilty. But almost wasn't the same as really feeling guilty.

" I made the deal with you, didn't I?" Dimple got out of the kid's body and left him sleeping on the couch.

Shigeo ignored him completely and sat on the table in front of the couch. His fingers seemed to want to trace the contours of the kid's face but didn't dare to do so. He looked as if he might burst into tears at any moment.

"What happened?" Shigeo finally dared to touch him, grabbing his wrists and observing the lines that marked his reddened skin. "No one was supposed to hurt him again, who was it?"

"You should know, don't you think?" Dimple drew a grim smirk.

The kid had been the key all along. Dimple had been an idiot for not realizing it sooner.

"I'm not in the mood for your games. If you're not going to be useful-"

"Oh, come on. Take a little joke. You know I can still help you." Dimple circled Shigeo until he stood next to his shoulder. "If it weren't for me, you wouldn't even know he's in trouble. And it would be better to ask who's not to blame at all. Mm? His parents? That kid he's dating? His classmates? Or you? Curious, isn't it? That you're the guiltiest of them all."

""That's not true."" Shigeo muttered, his expression freezing into a grimace of pain. "I would never hurt him. It's not true."

Dimple watched every little grimace, watching Shigeo's spirit shatter into pieces as the words settled in his mind. As much as he wanted to deny them, Shigeo had to know as well as he did that they were completely true.

"You could have built a world where he felt safe. You have the strength for it, and yet you abandoned him."

"That's not true!" Shigeo rose up, anger vibrating around him and rattling the shelf timbers. "It's not true! Mob is better at this stuff, Mob can-"

"Take over?"

"Kageyama-san?" Not only did the kid's voice seem to have caught Dimple by surprise. "And that thing... that thing-"

"Hey, a respect." Dimple turned indignantly.

Thing? Did he call him a thing? The magnanimous Dimple? Almost a god?

A barrier prevented him from getting any closer. It had taken the boy barely an instant to barricade himself in the corner of the couch, trying to get as far away as possible. His hands were shaking and beads of sweat glistened on his forehead.

"Taka, nothing's going to happen." Shigeo put his hands on the kid's cheeks and forced Taka to look at him. "You're fine. It's all right. It's all right. You're here, with me."

The boy gripped Shigeo's shirt tightly until his fingers lost any trace of color. The man looked like a bear defending his cub, his arms wrapped around the kid, pressing him to his chest. The sobs were barely audible in the silence of the office. Dimple had barely seen a shadow of the demons that lived in that boy's head but it was enough.

Dimple was an evil spirit, it made no sense to feel guilty about a stupid human.

Shigeo looked over his shoulder without letting go of the kid for a moment. Dimple didn't need any words to understand that the best thing to do was leave.

Maybe his plan had been a very bad idea from the start.

#mp100 #mp100 ageswap #Age Swap AU #fanfic #mob shigeo #kageyama shigeo #dimple mp100 #ekubo #my own writing

[whatmoredoyouwangfromme]

Me: wants to make another afterlife story but can only have ideas for Lizzie and gets stuck on everyone else.

sad.

here have a short story of Raccoon Lizzie and her sorta parent sorta abducted pet

there was an old red brick building.

It once was a popular apartment building, but something happened and soon it wqs abandonned. No story could ever agree on why.

Some said a spirit killed inhabitants. Some said the floors fell through.

All that Humy knew was that it had been so thorougly abandoned that his daughter managed to completly rebuild the interior without anyone even noticing.

Daughter? The villager snorted, as he turned the page, amused at himself. When did the small pink haired raccoon hybrid become his daughter?

Maybe when she first grabbed his sleeve and dragged him away from his group of..

Well he wasnt sure what to call them, but they hadnt been friends.

Or it had been when she started calling him Humy, or more likely it was when she modified his room so he had more room, or when she ran to him, crying after she heard a thunderstorm.

All he knew was that he was now Humy, and his daughter was a pink haired racoon hybrid, who wore big oversized hoodies with racoon inspired hoods, and striped leggings instead of pants. Who’s tail bushes up when she got scared, and often needed broken branches picked out of her hair. And who tried to find a way to understand him, despite him being mute and her illiterate. And who loved his cooking, despite the fact he knew it was absolutely horrible and his famous suspicious soup could probably kill most people.

“HUMY! Im home!” A voice called from downstairs. Humy laughed silently and tapped his foot on the floor, signaling where he was to his daughter

“I found some things that would go great with your stew! And a weird looking apple.” She continued, her voice moving around downstairs, likely going through her chests. Lord only knows how she could find anything in that disorganized mess.

“Also! Some weird hot guy tried to talk to me!”

That made Humy pause. Lizzie was rarely spotted when she was on trash runs.

“Like. He was on fire. It was very warm around him. He called me c.. cuuu.. i dont remember how he pronounced it but it was like.. kyoot?! Kyot? Kyutee? Dont remember. Do you know what that word means Humy?”

The former villager breathed out through their nose heavily, and tapped the floor once.

“You do?! Oh I wish you could tell me what it means. Is it an insult?”

Two taps.

“Well good! If he was insulting me without me knowing that’d be even ruder than just insulting me! I would have to find him and punch him.”

Humy laughed to himself, as the pink haired raccoon hybrid came up to the library. She quickly curled up on Humy’s lap, making him move his book.

“Wake me up when it’s closer to diner time.” She announced, and promptly fell asleep.

Humy smiled, and turned the page again.

#Raccoon ldshadowlady #Afterlife #Humy the “human” #ldshadowlady #Raccoon Lizzie #Afterlife smp

[k1ndachaotic]

Thunder and Lightning.

synopsis: four friends are on a roadtrip but encounter a problem. a (very severe) thunderstorm, and of course, they get caught in the middle of it.

tw: explosion.

a/n: this is purely based on the thunderstorm that just happened at 3am lol.

'We're not gonna make it!' Shouted Taz from the back.

'We'll make it if I say we will.' I said, grudgingly.

'We aren't going to make it!' She repeated again through gritted teeth.

Thunder kept rumbling around us, lighting bolts coming down sides our road. The small Ford I've had since I was seventeen couldn't go as fast as I wanted it too, slowly running out of gas with every mile we went.

'Oh my god, I'm going go die in a Thunderstorm.' Mark said worryingly from the passenger seat next to me, rubbing his hands back and forth.

'It's a cool way to die, though.' Bee piped up almost immediately behind him, Taz nodding in agreement. I could only imagine this sent Mark into more of a tiff.

'Why would you say that?' He questioned.

'Because it's true!' She stated.

'I have crippling anxiety! Why did you think I'd want to hear that!?'

'I was just speaking my thoughts-'

'Well I think you should shut up-'

'Hey!'

'What? I was just speaking my thoughts!'

'Yeah, but that's not-'

'Alright! Everyone just shut up!'  I shouted. 'We aren't gonna die, this will pass. Like all things do.' I continued, keeping my eyes focused on the road. Mark mumbled something like 'Yeah, okay yeah' and Bee fell back on her seat with a sigh, as if disappointed in the fact we weren't gonna die.

'Hey, what's that?' Taz said, pointing out of the window at the cracks that were now appearing on the concrete on the road we were driving on.

'It's probably the heat. Thunderstorms like this always-' I was cut off by the biggest lighting bolt you could imagine hitting the cracks right in front of us.

I slammed the breaks down, skidding the car and jolting all four of us forward. When I hit my seat again, I realised that instead of the road continuing on, a whole crack had split the road into two. Breaths could be heard from the sudden collision, everyone grabbing onto something to keep them steady.

A silence passed through the car, only to be broke by Bee.

'Well then, that was a very interesting near-death experience.' My jaw was open and my hands were still on the steering wheel, which was getting hotter by the second. I noticed the car was starting to smoke at one of the front wheels.

'Everybody out. Now. Now!' All of us scrambled out the car and took a few steps back.

As if on cue, no moment too late, the Ford which we were all sitting in a moment ago blew up into flames right before us.

'Woah!' Bee said from the other side of the flaming car.

Mark walked round the explosion with apologetic eyes, Bee following behind him with an impressive smirk on her face.

'I loved the car, man.' I said looking at the car, defeated.

'Yeah, me too.' Mark said with a sigh.

'How are we supposed to get home?' Taz Asked. We all looked at her, and apparently the gave her the answer. 'Ah great.'

I looked up at the sky. The lightning had stopped after that one big bolt that had nearly caught us on fire had cracked. Thunder still stormed around us, the rain starting too. Everywhere was dark, our only source of light being the fire.

'We're screwed.' Everyone nodded.

#writing #fantasy #lighting #thunderstorm #friends #roadtrip #written by me #writers on tumblr #writing positivity #literature #k1ndachaotic #posting this here because why not #its 4am lol

[fazscare87]

Fazbear World: The death of Charlotte (10/?)

Months had passed, and it was December, The year was coming to an end, The Afton family was still devastated by the death of Elizabeth, everyone except William of course, he was still bitter about what happened, it had been a real thorn in his side, and even though he was faking it, he found having to mourn and grieve whenever he was with his family to be tiring, in fact he was annoyed that they hadn’t moved on, or that they were still so depressed about it at all. Not to mention ever since she died, the townspeople comforted them through the loss, which William found to be pestering. so William hadn’t exactly been in the best of moods for a bit. He wanted to kill someone, not to take any remnant, but just to see the life fade from their eyes, It had been a while since he had killed someone, and at this point, anyone would suffice, be it a man, woman, or child, it didn’t matter to him, just as long as he was the cause of their deaths he’d be happy. William was driving home, since Fredbear’s Family Diner closed earlier than Freddy’s, he had some time to run around. But right now he had pulled over and parked at Freddy’s, not only because of the rain, but just to try to calm himself at the moment.

On one night, during a thunderstorm, Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza was packed tonight, not only because of multiple parties, but a few of the guests decided to stay for a while until the weather died down a bit. Henry was tending to the guests and kids, the kids were entertained by the animatronics and games, and the Puppet was doing his task, making sure no children wandered out of the doors unattended, especially on a night like that. Charlie was there too, just having fun with the other kids, and helping her dad if he needed it, Earlier she asked Henry if she could come to work with him, and he agreed to let her come. Sammy and Caroline were at home with Agnes. It was almost 1 more hour until closing time, and some of the parents of the birthday girls and boys who were getting ready to leave put some of their gifts and things close to the exit, it wasn’t a big deal until someone moved a big birthday present over the Puppets music box, which was against the rules, mainly because if anything heavy was placed on top of the music box, the puppet wouldn’t be able to come out, and on that night, it’d prove to be a dire mistake… Charlie was minding her own business until 3 kids asked her if she could help them with something, They told her they had left something outside and they needed help, at first Charlie was skeptical, but she went along with it and went outside, The Puppet’s system was alerted to Charlie leaving the building, and tried to escape his box to get her back inside, but he couldn’t get it to budge. When Charlie didn’t see anything, she knew it was a waste of time and tried getting back inside, but to her dismay, it was locked, it turns out the kids found out about a small lock on the door and thought it’d be funny to lock someone out in the rain, and that someone was Charlie and after they had their laugh, they just, left her there and went back to the party rooms, not even bothering to unlock the door so she could come back inside, they just assumed someone would let her in eventually. After all, they thought it’d be a “harmless” joke, just stupid kids' stuff.

Charlie tried knocking on the door and the window as loud and hard as she could to get someone’s attention, hoping to get back inside, but no one noticed her, The kids didn’t see her because they were either watching the animatronics, playing on the arcade games, or they were with their friends, Henry was still busy, and the Puppet was still trapped in his box, but there was, one person who saw Charlie outside, William. He had seen Charlie stuck outside and unattended from his car, At first, he had no idea it was her, it wasn’t until he got closer to her that he realized it was Charlie, and when he did, he saw her as the perfect victim, she loved him as he was a part of the Emily family, after all, he was such great friends with her dad, and she seemed to look up to him, but just like everyone else, William only treated her nicely and pretended to be on good terms with her so she’d be easy to manipulate. a girl who was familiar with him, a girl so innocent, a girl so, trusting. William called out to Charlie as he stood behind her, getting her attention. At first, she was startled, but then she was relieved to see it was only her “Uncle” William, William got on his knee, put a hand on Charlie’s shoulder, and gave her a small compassionate smile, “Charlotte, what on earth are you doing out in weather like this? You could catch your death of cold, or a stranger could’ve found you before I did. Does your, father know you’re out here?” He said in a caring and concerned tone, pretending like he was clueless about her situation, Charlie told him what had happened. He acknowledged her predicament and “attempted” to open the door, though it really was locked, and still no one noticed them, so William told her that they’d be around the back of the building and go through the back door, It was locked too, but William told her he’d hit the buzzer, an employee would come, he would explain to them what happened and they’d probably let them in or maybe they’d recognize Charlie is Henry’s daughter and let her back inside, Charlie thought for a few moments, but she happily agreed to it, not really thinking anything of it, thanking him, and even hugged him.

At that moment, the Puppet was finally able to push up hard enough to knock the present off of his box, as soon as his strings attached to his head and limbs, he got out of his box to see Charlie, she was already walking out from the window, though he didn’t see William, who wasn’t in view of the door, so at first he assumed she was alone, and was going to let herself back inside, but she didn’t, though as she was passing, she did notice the Puppet watching out, she lightly smiled and waved to him, telling him “I’ll be right back”, before she took Williams hand and walked around the building and out of sight of the Puppet... He immediately “sensed” something was wrong, though he noticed that the door was locked, something still felt off, and he had to make sure that Charlie was safe. The Puppet moved to the door and managed to unlock it, he tried to go outside, only to realize that his string mechanism held him back, The Puppet got desperate, wanting to make sure Charlie was safe at all costs, and nothing would stop him, not even his strings, so the Puppet gripped at the strings and managed tear them off from the mechanical cross brace, he nearly tore it down from the ceiling from trying to tear off his strings. When he was free from his strings, the Puppet struggled to stand up straight, but somehow managed to keep upright, albeit not perfectly. He managed to get outside, he went around the side of the building, seeing that was the last place Charlie went, he called out her name, hoping that she would respond or call out... After moments of being in the rain, he slowly started to short-circuit, some of his paint was being smeared by the rain, and sparks came out of a few places, and his voice slightly distorted and glitched. This was because the Puppet’s body wasn’t designed for this type of environment, not to mention the material the Puppets body was made from wasn’t very thick, Rainwater was able to absorb through the material, slip into joints and gaps underneath, and into the “endoskeleton” and machinery underneath, the Puppet persisted, even after he lost balance and fell to the ground, he dragged himself, still looking for Charlie, and after searching a bit more, he found her. She was lying on the ground, unresponsive, unmoving, barely alive…

When the Puppet was inside earlier, William was walking with Charlie, they were holding hands, but once William saw that they were far enough, without saying a word, he let go of her hand and tightly wrapped his hand around her throat. Charlie was panicking, her eyes teared up, and she felt her heart pounding in her chest. She had no idea why William was strangling her, she desperately tried getting him to stop and even tried calling for help, but she couldn’t. William smirked as she watched Charlie struggle in vain, he couldn’t help but cruelly laugh as she watched the life fade from her eyes, he then uttered “Goodbye, Charlotte~”, right before he hit her head against the brick wall behind her, hard, this made Charlie fall completely limp and silent. He then tossed her body down, he saw her remnant slowly leaving her body, but instead, he chose to leave her for dead. With the deed done, William left, all before the Puppet was about to get outside.

However, the Puppet didn’t know Charlie was on the verge of death since he had no concept of death in general, so when he saw Charlie lying there, he either saw her as unconscious, hurt/”broken”, or, resting, either way, the Puppet had a sense of relief seeing Charlie, just thinking she was okay. He dragged himself over to her, he wasn’t in the best shape, and the rain was starting to make him short-circuit, yet, he managed to get to Charlie, slightly hugged against her, in an effort to shield her from the rain. He activated an inner music box to play, to comfort her, then spoke in a soft, quiet, and comforting tone, though his voice box was close to completely giving out, “There you are, I don’t know if you can hear me, but I am here. I hope you’re not broken, and if you are, I’m sure you’ll be fixed up. Everything will be alright, Charlie, I’m here for you.” Those were the Puppet’s last words before he completely shut down, his inner music box being the only thing working. Charlie herself, despite being nearing her death, was able to feel and hear things, and she heard the Puppet speak to her and felt him shield her from the rain, the last thing she else felt was, comfort, and then, she passed away.

It didn’t take long for Henry to see that something was wrong, he had just gotten a chance to be with Charlie, but after searching the pizzeria, he started to panic, and frantically looked everywhere, calling her name, he got some of the other staff to check everywhere just in case. When he went to the entrance, he noticed that the Puppet’s box was open and the snapped strings from the cross braces, so he went outside, searching for her, getting more and more desperate and worried, Henry was only able to find Charlie after faintly hearing the Puppet’s inner music box when he searched the side of the building, and when he saw Charlie’s body, he froze in horror, he started trembling, his hands shook, he hyperventilated, and he repeated the word “No” over and over again to himself. Henry dropped to his knees, moving the Puppet aside, and gently nudged Charlie, in sheer desperation and denial, not wanting to believe she died. He listened for her heartbeat and felt her pulse, but even after there was nothing, he kept begging her to wake up in vain, all he could do was cradle Charlie’s body close to him, tears running down his face, and letting out screams and cries of anguish. The staff had called paramedics, but it was no use whatsoever, Charlie was dead.

The Emily family was truly devastated by the loss of Charlie, Agnes was heartbroken, Sammy and Caroline equally missed their big sister, his father came to comfort and console his son and his family the moment he heard of Charlie’s death, and if she could, and Mrs. Emily would’ve been there with her husband, but she had sadly passed away a few years prior. Henry, Henry took it the hardest out of everyone, he had emotionally shut down for a while, and he blamed himself for failing to be there for Charlie. If he had been there she’d still be alive, he wondered how could he have let her die like that, cold, scared, out in the rain. He felt he should’ve put Charlie over everything, even if he was busy that night, but now she was gone. He just didn’t know if he’d get through the loss of his little angel. However, just like when Elizabeth died, the whole Town came together to console Henry and his family, doing whatever they could to offer comfort to them, making sure they didn’t feel alone. Almost everyone in the Town was hurt by the loss of Charlie since everyone knew her for her compassion, love, and empathy. Even William had come to pay his respects to Henry, even if he didn't care for Charlie herself, or the fact that he murdered her without pitty, the only reason he felt bad was because of Henry’s grief, misery, and sorrow, he gave his genuine condolences, sympathy to help comfort his best friend. Henry, despite still being emotional, was moved by the kindness and support from his family, his friends, neighbors, and the Townspeople, while he didn’t move on, it was enough to get him back on his feet, mostly. Even if Charlie was gone, not only did he hold onto her green admission wristband, one she had worn since Freddy Fazbear’s pizza opening day, but more importantly, he still had his happy memories of her, and Henry felt that as long as he and his family held onto those memories, she’d never really be gone. Henry chose to stay strong, not only for himself, and his family, but for Charlie’s sake too.

Henry had shut down Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza to mourn for a few weeks before feeling better, and around the start of 1984, he reopened the doors to the public after recovering a little bit. Everything was mostly back to normal, though the Puppet was “Out of Order” for a while, ever since Charlie died Henry sort of neglected to repair the Puppet, since he was grieving at the time, but now that he re-opened Freddy’s, he decided it was time to repair the Puppet, he had had the Puppet carefully stored in his home ever since the incident, after all, the Puppet was Charlie’s birthday gift, so he didn’t wanna throw out the Puppet or replace him, so he opted to fix up the Puppet, he had quite a bit of work to do, he was missing painted, had been damaged from the rain, his voice box was ruined, and a few robotic parts were exposed, but fixing the Puppet was his priority. However, before he was about to repair the Puppet, there was something Henry had failed to notice the first time, and when he saw it, he was stumped, although the Puppet was still damaged, his design appeared to have, inexplicably, changed, to say the least, his body looked different in terms of shape, looking slightly skinnier than before, but the thing that drastically changed the most was the mask, the eyes changed, they looked more, feminine, there were plum purple stripes, though they looked more like tears, running from the bottom of his eyes to the top of his mouth, and he also had red lipstick, and what was even more strange, the tears and lipstick looked clean and untouched, he wasn’t sure what to make of it, but he know it was still the same Puppet he made, he just knew it couldn’t have happened happened the night Charlie died since no one would have the time, and it was raining kinda hard, mot to mention he hadn’t touched the Puppet ever since that night either, but despite being puzzled, he went along with repairing and restoring the puppet, albeit with a few changes.

Henry started working on the Puppet, first, removed all of the black felt-like material and threw it out, giving him a new endoskeleton and new parts, since the old parts were ruined in the rain, after that, he worked on the Puppet’s body, making it out of new material, he then started to paint the Puppet’s body black, however, he decided to give him new white stripes on his lower arms and legs, as opposed to his fingers like his former design, lastly, he carefully chipped off the peeled and worn down paint of the Puppet’s mask, carefully working around the new features, then he painted the mask back to its shiny white color, and just like that, the Puppet was repaired and given a new look. The process took a week in total, Henry would’ve been done sooner, but he took his sweet time, he wanted to make sure the Puppet was up to perfection, since again, it was Charlie’s, so the Puppet was sort of special to him too. Unfortunately, though Henry was able to repair and revamp the Puppet, the one thing he wasn’t able to fix was the voice box, he tried to fix it the best he could, but no matter what he did, he just couldn’t get it to work, this of course was a bit upsetting to Henry, but he’d settle for the Puppet being repaired. When Henry put the Puppet back at Freddy’s, he reworked how the cross brace worked, this time it was a (singular) control bar, but he’d be connected by a single string/cable attached to his head, once he was fully standing, the string would detach and he would be able to move on his own, but only if he was in the box the string would detach, since there was a stand that could hold the Puppet’s “feet”/lets in place, making it look like he was standing. However when he was out of his box, he would be able to move much more freely than before, he’d even be able to hold somewhat heavier things despite being so thin, this was thanks to Henry upgrading his endoskeleton, allowing the Puppet to have much more movement than before, though the Puppet still wasn’t able to walk probably without the cable keeping him up. Henry hadn’t fully yet healed, in fact, deep down he wasn’t sure if he’d ever be able to heal from the loss, but he wouldn’t give up, he just wished Charlie was still alive.

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