#i love brick contraptions

[rongzhi]

Wuling vans

English added by me :)

#douyin #video #tiktok #i love brick contraptions #when our chrysler voyager was still alive i had no fear of the road <3 #now i'm like a shaking chiwawa every time i have to go somewhere but that's what driving a prius does to a mf i guess

[valentinedaughtler]

Haven’t I Given Enough?

Kaz Brekker x GN!Inventor!Reader

TW: use of Y/N, mild, mild angst, slight ooc Kaz(?) (I think that’s it, let me know if I missed anything please.)

Synopsis: You’ve known Kaz for years, inventing gadgets to assist in heists and being his right hand ‘man’. One night you ask him if you can join a heist, but it doesn’t go as planned….

REQUESTS: OPEN✅

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My eyes flitted between the arriving guests in the bar. The Crow Club was packed tonight, and pigeons strolled in with restless naivety. I sat in the corner of the bustling room, sighing with exhaustion. I had just spent seventeen hours imitating mechanical watches in order to create a ‘fake’ for Kaz do swap with a real one. ‘Just something I need for a heist,’ was all he had said.

It would be worth it to know Kaz was proud of me in the end. Though, it was a long shot to think he would even do much as acknowledge anything I did.

I pondered whether I should slip through the crowd to find Jesper, but I couldn’t spot him. Instead, I pushed my way out of the suffocating bar out into the damp streets of Ketterdam. The cool air calmed my mind as I crossed toward the Slat. The cold made my cheeks rosy.

With the flick of a wrist, I flipped a switch blended into the old building’s exterior wall. It was hidden to an unsuspecting pedestrian yet, but it set off a system of pullies I had integrated into the inner walls a long time ago. A soft shlink was followed by the outward jutting of brick.

The side of the building became a rock-wall of sorts, since I could not climb up every surface like Inej. I began to grip the bricks, digging my nails into the gritty platforms.

Kaz was not always a fan of my inventions. A few had blown up in his face- literally- but it seemed he kept me around due to my many successes. I could fix any machine made by man. I didn’t have to know what it was, I could just take it apart in my mind, then do so in reality.

This was one of my inventions, a brick wall that was easy to climb, but could be hidden. Inej loved it- Kaz felt it was a waste of time.

He said there were stairs for a reason.

I shimmied the window of Kaz’s office open, the latch flipping and the glass sliding. I hopped off of the ledge and into the office, making sure to reset my brick contraption. I turned around and cleared my throat, but Kaz did not glance up at me. I rolled my eyes as he squinted at the blueprints that lay on his makeshift desk.

“Good evening, Brekker,” I greeted with a jokingly enticing tone. His eye twitched and he proceeded to turn his attention to me.

“Hello, Y/N,” his gravely voiced rasped in response. I smiled slightly, regretting so, and dig into my left pants pocket. I pulled out a shiny, gold watch with engraved initials. Whose they were was unknown to me, but if I asked, Kaz would most likely just shut me down. I had to respect his odd secrecy after all he had done for me. Out of all the years I’d known him, it has always been as if he kept me at an arm’s length. He was careful to never be vulnerable, as if that was the same as his skin touching mine.

I gestured for him to catch the watch when I tossed it, but he glared. I let out an exasperated sigh.

“You’re such a buzzkill,” I teased while handing the fake to him.

“You’re… difficult,” he retorted, but there was no malice behind his words- surprisingly. I huffed and plopped onto the blanket sprawled out on the windowsill. My eyes followed Kaz’s movements as he tentaviety inspected the watch. After a few minutes he placed it onto his desk and resumed his work. I waited patiently for any sign of recognition, but it never came.

“You’re welcome,” I mumbled while stretching out my legs. I opened up my leather sketchbook to doodle a new invention design. That or I’d just draw Kaz. But I was too annoyed with him to do so.

The dark haired boy sighed as he looked over at me. “You did good. It looks identical.”

I didn’t say anything in response, but I smiled slightly, my face heating up. It was embarrassing how easily I was flattered by Kaz, who could barely do the bare minimum.

“What ere you using it for— the watch, I mean,” I asked with growing curiosity. Kaz halted his work for a moment, most likely deciding if he felt like sharing or not.

“A local banker,-“

“The more-of-a-wanker-than-a-banker one?” I cut off his response, immediately feeling embarrassed. Kaz looked at me with mild confusion. “Inside joke with Jesper,” I elaborated.

He hummed in response, then continued, “He’s more of a swanker. For the past few months he has been flaunting his wealth a little too much. Especially his watch. It’s his most prized possession. I plan to take it from his vault; a simple swap.”

“What would you do without me?” I asked with a sly smirk. Kaz huffed, perhaps laughed.

“I’d have less of your inventions explode on me.”

“It was one time, Kaz,” I said with exasperation. My eye glittered as I met his gaze. I open my mouth to speak, but immediately close it again, pressing my lips together firmly.

“Kaz?”

“Y/N,”

“I want to go on a mission with you and the crows,” I blurted out. Kaz froze, only for a fraction of a moment, but Kaz Brekker froze. He nodded towards my left arm, where a tattoo of a crow craning over a guatlet was etched into my skin.

“You are a crow,” he finally rasped, dodging my question until I glared daggers into his skin. “And I have everyone we need for the mission-“

“Wylan is sick. You need someone who can easily disable complex machinery- the alarms, the traps-“

“I said no,” Kaz’s voice raised, sounding threatening.

“Why not?”

“Y/N,” his voice sounded as if he meant, don’t push it. But I did. I always did, and Kaz always kept me by his side anyways.

“I don’t understand- ever since I got hurt on that one heist you haven’t let me participate-“

“Exactly! You got hurt,” he said. His jaw clenched and his eyes avoided mine. I watched his Adam’s apple bob as he gulped.

“Dregs get hurt all the time- saints, some of the crows do too-“

“This is different,”

“How?”

“You’re an investment,” he stated blankly, “and I protect my investments.” I felt heat flush my face, my fists balling up and my shoulders tensing.

“That’s rich, Kaz, real rich,” I spat. Embarrassment pooled in my stomach and my eyes. “But that’s all you want, right? Kruge? Money? Power?” He didn’t say anything as I slitted my eyes and scrunched my nose. “Saints forbid the people who help you get to that point.”

Before Kaz could respond, if he even chose to, I got up and walked across his office, my shoes clacking against the hard, wooden floors. The old floorboards moaned and groaned at the pressure I subjected them to.

“Y/N-,” Kaz tried to get up, but his bad leg involuntarily spasmed at his abrupt movement.

The door slammed behind me. I knew it wasn’t a big deal, it felt like the last thing to topple a delicate card tower. Each card was a jab or a deny Kaz made regarding our… relationship, if you could call it that. He and I had been friends long before the other crows came along, yet I felt I’d come to know him the least. I sighed.

I turned back around on my heel, opening the splintered office door. On the other side was Kaz, reaching for the handling on the opposing side.

“You’re not an investment,”

I kept any snarky comments bottled up inside, along with my tears. I could tell what he was convey was eating away at him, so I let him speak.

“If I lost you, I’d have to burn Ketterdam down, and then I’d have no kingdom to rule,” his words soared through the air between us and to my heart.

“I just keep feeling like I’ve given enough, Kaz. I know I deserve to go on heists. If you see my as an equal, you have to treat me like one.” I met his deep, coffee-brown eyes.

He nodded. One of his gloved hands hesitantly, begrudgingly, came up to touch my face. He cupped my cheek and I leaned into the cold, leather touch. I knew this was the best answer he could give me at the moment. It was a more meaningful gesture than anything he could’ve said. He’d let me help on the heist, and for once in a very long time, it felt like he had let his high walls crumble a bit.

I knew I’d given enough.

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Word Count: 1460

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Part 2????

-Valentine

#shadow and bone #six of crows #fanfic #kaz brekker #kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker x y/n #kaz brekker x you #gn reader #gn!reader #gn!y/n #gn #x reader #inventor #Grishaverse #hurt/comfort #confession #Ketterdam #kaz Brekker is bad at feelings #soc #soc kaz #sab

[lowkeyrobin]

I just read your mcyts x musical theater reader and it was so sweet. I was wondering if you could do something similar but instead of the reader doing musical theater, they do movie/tv acting??? maybe with slimecicle, niki, foolish, and quackity?

I can try I can try 🙏🙏 ; I wanna formally apologize to anyone who's sent requests that I've never posted, sometimes the lack of ideas just hits me like a brick and I physically have no more ideas and can't post them lol ; also sorry if any of this is a little inaccurate, this is just what I know from bts videos and dead meat / kill counts lmao

MCYT ; actor reader

includes ; nihachu, quackity, foolish gamers & slimecicle

warnings ; language

masterlist

NIKI NIHACHU

your biggest fan fr

she binges every single movie/show you've been in just for you

then afterward her tiktok fyp is filled with edits of your characters

her pinterest is filled with pics of your characters too lmao

she's got boards for all the diff characters and aesthetics and bts pics

you send her a picture of you hung by a harness and she's like "what kind of contraption are you in and why"

probably watches the movies/shows you're in on stream for first time reactions and commentary

if you have to wear a wig for a project you'll show her like a time-lapse of how the makeup dept puts it on and she's just like "how long does that take???" "an hour" "omg"

ALEX QUACKITY

liking, reposting and commenting on any edits of you/your characters

actually so down bad /hj

yk damn well he's always asking "hey any new movies or shows ur gonna be in soon??" "not soon enough for u to watch rn lmao"

always makes jokes in reference to media you've been in

asks what other actors are like bts and if they're actually nice or if they have a JLO type ego

always wants to match Halloween costumes w your characters and their love interest/best duo type friend iykwim

hides the fact he reads fanfiction about you and your characters

FOOLISH GAMERS

owns every single piece of merchandise related to your characters

owns every piece of media you've been in on DVD, and has most of the original scores on cd/vinyl

constantly making references and jokes to movie/show deaths you've acted out / traumas your characters have endured

his tiktok fyp is FILLED with edits of you

every like three scrolls it's another edit that he likes, reposts and favorites

he rewatches edits 24/7

also dives into fandom culture a bit bc he wants to talk to people who like your career as much as he does

also the type to ask "is ___ a good person or are they secretly a bitch?" lmao

you spill all the juice

CHARLIE SLIMECICLE

has an actual checklist of which movies/shows he's watched and how many times he has

the gossip about other actors bts goes crazy

he's probably the one to show up to set the most to give you food or motivation lol

"whatre you guys doing with all the blood?" *cue him looking to giant gallons of fake blood*

"I, ___ & ___ are dying today"

"Oh, fuck, cool. can I watch?"

matching Halloween costumes with your characters 💯💯💯

he's obsessed with seeing edits of you and reposting the ones he finds on Twitter

"Holy shit you guys are insane (make more right now)

w boyfriend

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt x reader #mcyt preferences #mcyt oneshot #gender neutral reader #gn reader #mcyt x gn reader #gn!reader #they/them reader #quackity x reader #alex quackity x reader #niki nihachu x reader #nihachu x reader #charlie slimecicle x reader #slimecicle x reader #foolish gamers x reader

[manicplank]

Got any angst about the pt cast?

Of course, I do.

Peppino: He was bullied as a child/teenager and developed horrible social anxiety and depression from it. He also has generalized anxiety disorder. He's not necessarily estranged from his family, but he doesn't communicate with them a lot. This has caused tension to rise as his family began to think he doesn't love them. His failing business only adds to his crippling anxiety. He holds it against himself and is convinced that he's a failure.

Gustavo: I've said it a million times, but he's a divorced dad with minimal custody rights. He feels guilty for it. The divorce was super hard on him and still hurts. He was also very lonely at home before he got Brick. Other than that, he's a pretty jolly guy.

Mr. Stick: He's a lonely guy. His social skills aren't the best, and he's very condescending. His gambling problem has actually caused him great losses in life. He has maybe one friend (Burton). Despite being a con man, he's very gullible.

Pepperman: His narcissistic tendencies have cause many relationships to peril. Family, friends, and even partners had grown tired of his antics. He spends most of his time on his art and forgets to take care of himself. He's quite lonely.

The Vigilante: He doesn't have any family left. His maw and paw died early in his life after they were killed by outlaws. This is what made him decide to become The Vigilante. His peepaw, John E. Cheese, raised him. After he passed, The Vigilante had nobody but the ghost of him. He's become very lonely and is slightly depressed.

The Noise: He has an absent father who he resents for not being there. He grew up as a chaotic AuDHD child with a mother who didn't know how to handle it. He was bullied a lot. He's very paranoid that people will use him for money and fame, which is why he doesn't really have any friends other than Noisette. He's very angry and depressed underneath that silly persona. His social skills aren't great, either.

Noisette: She's incredibly insecure when it comes to criticism. She got bullied a lot in school for her poor social skills. Like Noise, she's also AuDHD, but her parents were educated and raised her well. She holds herself to modern beauty standards and occasionally gets insecure of her appearance.

Fake Peppino: He was met with violence and fear very early in life as he was constantly being hunted down by others in the tower (piggy police, The Vigilante). People were afraid of him, and it made him sad about himself. [Fic spoiler] Bruno was a great friend to him, but now he's gone. Until Peppino arrived, he felt that he was unlovable. Pizzahead is fine but can get too rough when it comes to correcting behavior.

Pizzahead: His poor social skills and onsessive behaviors have caused him to suffer greatly in his social life. He's very lonely and pushes most people away. He snapped at a certain point and went completely insane. He's a psychopathic maniac. He buries himself in work most of the time to avoid his feelings.

Pillar John: [Fic spoilers] John was originally a maintenance man in the tower. He was an incredible fixer and was good friends with Pizzahead. The tower was old and falling apart. Once Pizzahead realized there was no fixing it, he created a crazy contraption and trapped John in the top floor of the tower, causing the pillars in each level to support the tower's stability. Because of this, John developed a horrible depression after having a happy life.

Gerome: Gerome had somewhat of a tough upbringing. His mom and dad got divorced when he was young. His dad wasn't a great person. He was depressed as a kid because he felt the divorce was his fault. When his mom met John's father, things changed drastically, especially when John was born. At first, he didn't like John or his father. Once he saw how happy his mom was, he opened up and became close to John and his dad. Despite this, the depression still haunts Gerome to this day. Gerome even finds himself feeling a bit guilty over the tower situation.

#pizza tower #noise #the noise #headcanon #noisette #pizzahead #peppino #peppino spaghetti #fake peppino #pepperman #the vigilante #mr. stick #pillar john #pizza tower gerome #pizza tower gustavo

[undiscovered-horizon]

Imagine being the one who releases Morpheus. - Part 3 A/N: I've got other WIPs and requests but Emo Brooding Morpheus and Gentle Warm Reader is a brainrot I welcomed a little too warmly

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [ENDING] [ALT. ENDING] || Sandman-inspired playlist

🫀REQUESTS ARE OPEN🫀

"Have you found them?"

Your voice was hardly audible over the sound of crashing waves and screaming seagulls. The wind kept tugging at your clothes, gnawing at your skin and soon you found yourself feeling cold. The warm sunrays, sporadically emerging from behind the grey clouds, were a pleasant relief as they gently brushed against your face. Spring never comes soon enough...

"What exactly do you mean?" Morpheus asked.

The reason why he accompanied you on your walk back home was a lovely secret - one that might be ruined the moment someone tries to learn it. To your satisfaction, he never questioned why you were walking on the sand and not the bricked boulevard, which would have been a lot more comfortable. Despite the sheer pleasure that it brought you, your choice of route was motivated by something more profane: the loneliness that you shared. Morpheus would never admit that himself, you could already tell but he needed to talk to someone as much as you did. In that moment he was about as human as an entity can get and yet he was never going to realize that; when people recognize each other's loneliness as their own they form a connection a little too deep to be captured by a language and far too strange for the mundane world.

"Your belongings, naturally. The jewel, the pouch..." you counted as you recalled the wonderful and strange trinkets he had with him that day, "the creepy mask," you added as your face involuntarily turned into a grimace thinking about the unnerving bone contraption he wore. "Father seemed very content with his, well, theft."

Morpheus suddenly stopped. His eyebrows furrowed slightly and those cold, blue eyes stared into yours with astonishing intensity. The cold wind pulled at his hair as it brushed against his forehead. Looking at his face, you could see the small moves of his jaw as he clenched its muscles.

"Do you know anything of them?"

His voice didn't waver and considering his alarmed appearance, it was an impressive feat. The longer you admired his otherworldly composure the more you grew convinced that you had misinterpreted it the first time you had seen him: what painted his expression blank was not the lack of emotions behind it but rather a certain reluctance in feeling sensations that were already there. Such a disconnect was strangely human for a king of dreams, not to mention horribly forlorn. If one desires no relation to their feelings, how could one ever relate to another being?

"I'm afraid I don't," you answered in a mild tone. "I've only heard rumours among the manor staff as though your gem had been stolen by my father's mistress. But, unfortunately, I cannot speak for the reliability of that hearsay. Even if that were true, I haven't the foggiest where she's gone."

"What of the pouch and the helmet?" he coexed. It seemed as if the remnants of his hope long gone were being washed away with each wave that crashed against the white sand of Southend-on-sea.

"Hard to say," you said with a shrug. Digging your hands further into the pockets of your coat, you began walking again. "Perhaps they're locked away in the deepest dungeon underneath the mansion or maybe they were sold on the black market. In any case, I'm afraid I can't even try to inquire about that. My letters were never answered."

"You have written letters to your father?"

"No, not to Rodrick," you said quietly as you absentmindedly shook your head. There was another for whom your heart broke - someone who might never know the amount of love you once had for them. "I wrote to Alex. I know he hasn't been exactly kind to you but he's an exceptional boy. He will grow up to be a great man, I'm sure of that. Although, I'm afraid I shan't get to see that..."

Morpheus silently studied your somber expression as you looked at the faraway horizon. Somewhere there, where sky dipped his toes in the endless waters, you saw all the magnificent possibilities of Alex's future. A sad smile appeared on your face as if those fantasies made you both proud and completely heartbroken. For the second time, Morpheus began wondering why humans were capable of feeling such contradicting emotions at the same time.

A tear fell from your eye. It glistened in the afternoon sun with a myriad of colours as if misery could once be breathtaking. As the teardrop run down the curve of your cheek, Morpheus instinctively raised his hand but only slightly like some anxious thought at the back of his head prohibited him from moving his arm further. It was the very same hesitation that had decided about the fate of the world more than once.

He thought something you had told him all those years ago when you said you wished your brother never had died. Back then he didn't quite understand the difference - the small difference, a change of perspective - that made your choice different from your father's. But now, watching the glistening tear on your cheek, Morpheus felt a fraction of understanding due to nothing more but his selfishness: instead of wishing to brush away your tear, he wished you never had cried.

"I'm so sorry, I just miss him a lot," you whispered. A sniffle and a deep sigh left your lips. "Oh, only now do I realize my utter lack of manners," you resumed the conversation. With a frantic move of your hand, you brushed away the stray tear. You forced a gentle smile on your face and Morpheus grew angry, although he couldn't quite explain why. "You're a king, are you not? Should I not call you 'your majesty'?"

"There is no need for that." The cold tone of his voice never once revealed the silent affections he had pondered just before. "You are not one of my subjects."

"As you wish, Dream of the Endless. I may not know where to look for your belongings but I do have a burning suspicion that we will not find them among those cold sands and murky waters. As much as it pains me to say so, we should leave this lovely town as soon as we can."

"My affairs are not of your concern."

You stopped walking only to look at him. For a moment, your kind face stared into his eyes - they were such an exceptional shade of blue. Their cool hue was both haunting and dazzling, perhaps serving as an adequate showcase of their owner's nature. It was a wonderful thought that no other but Morpheus inspired the saying that 'eyes are the window to the soul'.

"I want them to be," you confessed before continuing to walk towards your house.

Morpheus couldn't follow your step. He wasn't sure what to make of your words or most of all - whether you actually meant them, at least in the same way he understood them. The longer he listened to the echo of your confession inside his head, the more the realized that only the reasonable part of him desired to dismiss your decision. Yes, deep inside Morpheus wanted you to be concerned with his affairs. Maybe one day, when he lets that intimate thought resound in his mind, he'll realize he wanted to be your concern.

Looking over your shoulder, you noticed that Dream hadn't moved from his spot. His dark attire was a startling contrast to the white sand under his feet and the greyish-blue water behind him. The cold wind kept nipping at his hair and clothes and yet his skin was just as pale, not a shade of red or purple revealed that he could be cold in that weather.

"The world is spinning, your majesty," you yelled over the crashing of waves and seagulls' calls. "We can't just stand on it."

___ Tagging people who were interested in a follow-up: @rosaren2498 @jessiboobdbdb @chantzmar @lexi-anastasia @bisexualunicronrunningloose

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[rsclopez]

HOW TO MARRY AN UNSUSPECTING HUMAN!

(From a Romulan Senator who was just there for work and then fell in love and did the ROMULAN THING)

3 Months Prior to the Letant Incident(Hirens’ Headache)

Vreenak was strolling along a nearly empty hotel podium at one of the many diplomatic planetary missions he was attending for the Romulan Empire.

While taking a stroll and minding his business he accidentally collided(well someone collided)with another life form. Being Romulan, he was sturdier than he looked(with his pointy eared,ridge having shoulder padded fine self) and took no damage to his person. The opposite could not be said for the individual who hit him, seeing as she was sprawled on the floor and the wind literally knocked out of her.

Vreenak: (Peers down at prone form) Are you alright human?

Y/N: (Laying on the floor & squinting to see who bumped into her)Do I look alright Mr.Pointy? Of all the times I have to run into a brick wall?! It has to be a pointy eared one? Sits up and starts looking for her glasses.

Vreenak: (Takes a closer look at her, and get dumbstruck, literally the deer in the headlights look)

Y/N goes on all fours while still searching for her glasses

Vreenak: Looks at the human whos crawling on the floor and his eyes dilate, starts having heart palpitations, lightheadedness, a tightening of some lower part of his anatomy and feeling as if the room is too small and hot. Speaking Rihan “No, this has to be a joke. This is impossible” Nonononono! This should not be happening to me. He’s unconsiously thinking how adorable she looks scrunching her face while looking irritated, and how her position is giving him very nsfw images.

Y/N: (Feels Vreenak staring at her) Hey! Stop talking & staring and help me find my glasses?

Vreenak: (Comes out of his stupor feeling offended at the comment) I dont know what you are looking for?Looks at the human to see her mimicry of goggle eyes with her hands. (Starts thinking she looks ridiculous with her gestures but is cute and so adorable & starts blushing green from the tips of his ears)

Y/N: Its a frame for my eyes called eyeglasses and I use it to see. It fell off my face when you bumped into me. (Goes back to searching for it)

Vreenak: Still confused(are human eyesight so bad??) and sees something at his feet and picks it up. (Doesnt move from his position since he likes the view of y/n (perving on her already) on all fours on the floor).

Y/N: (Sighs) Gives up trying to find her glasses(rolls over and lays back down on the floor). Hey Pointy McPointster, lend me a hand to get up. I also might need you to take me to my room since I cant see within an ich of my face. (puts her arm up)

Vreenak: (mumbles to himself my human is addlebrained) Walks towards her and reaches out his arm to pull her up.

Y/N: (Blurrily sees the arm) Grabs it and gets pulled up and feels a jolt when their hands touched. She also feels something slide on her face (starts smiling because its her eyeglasses and she can see) and an arm around her waist but winces because her shoulder got dislocated by the force of his pull.

Vreenak: Feels the electricity with their joined hands and his reaction is to pull her closer to him. Hes still in disbelief because hes clearly having the Romulan Version of Shon-ha’lock(Vulcan love at first sight) because of this human. She’s so close to him that he can see the dark color of her eyes that are twinkling at him merrily behind that contraption.

Y/N: (Sees Vreenak clearly and likes what she’s looking at) Well, youre not a Vulcan wall I was expecting, but still a type of vulcanoid brickwall.(gives him a lil smile while still being held by him).

Vreenak:(The urge to keep her this close to him rears its head. He’s unconsiously daydreaming of having her forever). He felt her wince & realizes that the force of his pull might have hurt her. An Idea starts forming in his head(and he starts smirking unconsciously). Im sorry Ms?

Y/N: Its L/N, my names Y/N. You can call me by my first name.

Vreenak: Y/N seeing that I caused you bodily harm! Allow me to help with your dislocated shoulder as well as administering some basic first aid so I can ascertain your wellbeing? My quarters are not too far from here and it would expedite your recovery.( Hes asking whatever deity is listening that she would say yes).

Y/N Pauses for a minute and looks at Vreenak. Thinks about whether its safe to go to this mans room alone?

Vreenak:(starts to get anxious) If you are worried about your safety I assure you that there are plenty of witnesses (gestures at some of the hotel staff) who will see you coming into and leaving my room once Ive given you aid.

Looks at her earnestly and she smiles at him, agrees and he leads her to his room, passing some of the local hotel staff and midnight concierge who were looking at them with equal parts amusement, confusion and surprise.

Vreenak just smirks at all of them while opening the door and letting y/n go inside his room.

(WEAR HEADPHONES/EARPHONES) PLSSS ITS NSFW

WATCH THE VIDEO

What happened inside his room:

Having been in the diplomatic/senatorial (and secret squirrel Tal’Shiar) profession for most of his career, Vreenak knew about the local custom. They had an affinity for odd numbers and the only time that two unmated individuals(pair) would be seen together in public was when declaring partnership or declaring to finally mate by going into each others private space with the progression of conjugal ties. All that was needed was witness(es) to have seen the pair in a space (to be considered affianced) or when the pair is seen going into each others private venue where they need to stay a certain amount of time and with some proof that congress has occured for the legal conjugal union. The witnesses would tell the local officiant(i.e any elder or person within a position of power) and the pair would be considered for all intents and purposes together.

With Romulan cunning(and luck from the Elements) he was able to keep Y/N in his room for the allotted time, with the supposed proof(Watch the video) from the witnesses(es) and was officially declared married by the local planetary customs. Now how he would break it to his new wife was a totally different story.

@bigblissandlove1 @zierzim @deepspacedukat @toebeans-mcgee @romulanspacecat @stormandsparks @spookysnooty @fentah @chrismarilein @vreenak @vulcankisseshuman @ensignsimp @minymo1234 @fuckyeahromulans

#star trek #romulan senator #y/n #romulans #senator vreenak #senator letant #star trek tos #star trek deep space nine #rekar #parem #bochra #praetor hiren #STalon #romulans star trek #why do you think vreenak was smirking at letants pick up line response #hes still with his wifey #hell tell them #koval #star trek next gen #star trek enterprise #star trek voyager #vulcanoid #letant

[critrolestats]

Media References and Puns of 3-057 The Sorrow of Molaesmyr

Thanks to @maesquirrel​ for this art piece!

Media References

(0:00:23) Sam: *singing* I got me a phone, it’s as big as a brick, and it’s got D&D Beyond loaded on it! (“Love Shack” by the B-52’s)

(0:00:32) Sam: I’m Fred Schneider from the B-52’s!

(0:00:59) Sam: *singing* Like a rock lobster barbarian from hell!

(0:04:32) Matt: Like the massive real life Drizzt one.

(0:04:35) Liam: Did you ever see Dinner at My House?

(0:12:52) Sam: Made some sort of Rube Goldberg contraption?

(0:13:04) Travis: It’s so Odyssey of the Mind, I’m so proud of you right now.

(0:21:00) Sam: *singing* Round here. (by Counting Crows)

(0:29:28) Laura: I think you mean Lorraine.  Aabria: Lorraine Hambrick-Zucker, give me strength.

(0:32:11) Travis: If only I finished that Rosetta Stone course.

(0:37:35) Travis: We’re better than “The Last of Us.”

(0:42:01) Aabria: Elk can’t turn left.  Matt: What is this? A town for elves? (Zoolander)

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#critical role #critical role spoilers #media references #critical role puns #c3e057

[welcome-back-to-hoimycraf]

AHHHHH ARO WEEK!!!!!!

this fic was made for march 15th: free day for the @mcyt-aro-week and as propaganda for the @mcyt-rarepair-tournament :DDDD (plus it's the first thing i've written for my empires frozen au hehehehehhehehe)

this was so much fun to write and i hope you all enjoy it as much as i did ^^ (spreading my fwhornoth agenda)

“Why are we doing this again?” fWhip asks from their spot by the door where they were bent over tying their boots, one foot propped on the small bench by the entrance. 

Xornoth glosses over the realization that the redhead looks cute with his tongue poking out the corner of his mouth from focus, redirecting their mind to the question asked with the mental equivalent of clearing one’s throat, “Well, Mr. Inattentive,” fWhip gives them a light glare in response, which Xornoth smugly ignores in favor of pinning their long hair back, “if you actually listened when I talk instead of admiring my beauty, maybe you’d know that we’re going out to pick flowers for the cookies I’m baking.” 

fWhip rolls his eyes as he watches his partner clip their cloak around their shoulders, wordlessly moving over to help adjust it for them. “I do listen!” They defend, with all the drama to match. “Your charming allure is just too much for me to handle,” they chuckle into the nape of the Prince’s neck, finishing off his teasing with a light peck to the area before backing away to open the door with a silent offer for them to go ahead- Royals first or something similar. “Plus, why are you using flowers in baking? I’ve never heard of that.”

For a moment, Xornoth stands in place, staring dumbly at their boyfriend with a love-struck smile and a rapidly flushing face- but then they’re broken from their trance, grumbling as they pass fWhip, who’s looking ever so slightly more cheeky than usual. “Well- they’re specifically pressed flower cookies. It’s mostly for decoration,” the elf explains as fWhip joins them once more down the stone brick walkway, “Seeing as you’re, well- you- I wouldn’t expect you to appreciate the prettier things in life.” 

They smirked when their intended reaction was drawn from the man, his sharp gasp cutting through the otherwise peaceful courtyard. “You take that back!” The shorter demands, wings puffing out behind himself as he stabbed a gloved finger into Xornoth’s chest. “Just because that prototype I made last week looked like shit doesn’t mean I can’t decorate- that wasn’t what it was intended to look like!”

The Prince gave them a dismissive hum, dissolving into giggles as fWhip continued their spiel under their breath. “You know,” they started, taking in the stables as they passed. One of the newer stable-hands, a younger boy, was struggling to remove his sleeve from a horse’s wandering mouth- reminding them of fWhip getting his coat sleeve caught in one of their strange contraptions earlier that week. They’d complained and groaned about needing to patch it up later as Xornoth helped free him from the machinery, which was somehow endearing in a way, “you’re rather cute when you’re complaining,” they tease. 

They don’t miss the way fWhip’s face mimics the bright color of his scarf as he buries it under the fabric. “Asshole.”

“Eh, true- but I’m yours, sweetheart. You’ll have to get used to it,” they retort, leaning down to press a quick kiss to the man’s temple before hurrying along the path down to the Southern Bridge, heels clicking against the cobble beneath their boots. “And hurry up!”

-------

“So- what’s your actual reason for coming all the way out here?” fWhip interrogates, moving another low-hanging branch from colliding with his face. 

Xornoth turns to raise their eyebrow quizzically. “What do you mean?”

The other scoffs, which fades into a chuckle, “Come on, you’re not gonna drag me out of town for some flowers. I know you better than that.” Xornoth rolls their eyes and fWhip’s smirk widens. “You’re scheming~” they taunt, turning their tone sing-songy with the last word. 

The elf’s reddening face certainly didn’t go unnoticed, but fWhip pushed down any remarks in favor of letting them speak. “Fine- you caught me,” they sigh with no real disappointment behind the words, “I was just…” They pause for a moment to gather their jumbled thoughts before speaking again. “I was just wanting to do something nice for Scott, really.” Xornoth ended the sentence with an awkward shrug.

fWhip hummed for them to continue, and so they did, even if the icy ground was seeming far more interesting at the moment. “I think, now that the permanent winter has set in, Scott’s been a bit…” They faltered, struggling to find the words, “depressed?” Xornoth shook their head. “Well, not exactly- but he’s always loved spring and everything that comes with it. The warmth, the atmosphere, the flowers, the food, everything. And now that it’s gone I think he’s a bit disappointed.” They had noted the distinct lack of energy Scott brought into a room over the past month. The palace felt rather empty without their dear brother feeling his best. “I thought that bringing a bit of spring to him would cheer him up.”

fWhip’s coos brought them out of their thoughts. “Aww, that’s sweet,” they commended, and Xornoth found there was no teasing behind the statement. 

They decided to play into it. “Plus,” the elf drew out, “it gives us time to spend together, just you and me.” It was meant genuinely, but flustering the other was a secondary goal, they supposed.

“Oh, wow-” fWhip grinned, and Xornoth knew their jokes had been turned against them, “I didn’t know you were looking for that kind of escapade.”

The Prince let out a snort that was rather un-Princely of them. “Not like that, you imbecile.” They swung a hand out to swat at the man, which fWhip dodged with practiced skill, laughing the whole time. 

“Ok, seriously,” they redirected the topic back to its original state, “What kind of cookies were you thinking of? And what flowers?”

Xornoth readjusted their cloak from where it’d slipped down their shoulders. “For the cookies, I was thinking of shortbread. They’re some of Scott’s more favored.” They paused to give a quick “look” at fWhip. “Plus, they’re easy to make.” 

“It was one time-”

“As for the flowers,” they continued, “Any we can find, really,” they gestured to the wasteland of snowy forest they were traversing through, which had a distinct lack of visible ground beneath the thick frost. 

At their side, fWhip breathed out a laugh. “Yeah, I suppose that’s true.”

As the pair continued down the makeshift path, they noticed the subtle change in scenery. The further they went from town, it seemed that the snow wasn’t as thick and had stopped falling altogether. They took this as a good sign to keep going. Eventually, about an hour out, they came across a patch that had melted in the sun, revealing the vibrant colors of pansies. The first they’d seen in months. It was strange, how once you noticed something was missing, its presence seemed amplified. They decided to pick out a few of the best looking sprouts- blue, purple, yellow, as many as they could find. 

“That all?” fWhip checked, arms full of the sprigs, painting a picture that made a domestic sort of warmth creep into Xornoth’s chest. 

“I think so,” they confirm, starting off with a bit more pep in their step than when they had started. “Let’s head back home.”

The walk back was shorter than the trip to get there, which gave the two enough time to bake and decorate these cookies before noon struck. The only kitchen staff on for the day gave the pair a questioning glance as they laid their spoils out on the main counter. 

“No need to worry, we’ll have the place cleaner than when we came in once we’re done, I promise you that,” Xornoth assured the man.

“Mhm, not on my watch, you’re not,” he grinned.

“Well,” the Prince cockily crossed their arms, “how about the rest of the day off, then?”

The chef made a show of tapping his finger to his chin, looking out into the distance and humming as he faked making a decision. It seemed he’d made up his mind, judging by the way he shrugged and took off his apron to sling it over his shoulder. “That’s an offer that’s hard to refuse, Your Majesty,” he chuckled good-naturedly. 

“Yeah, yeah,” Xornoth rolled their eyes at the familiar snarky man they’d been faced with since childhood, “go home and tell the wife I said hi.” 

“Will do!” He called back, already hanging his apron by the exit and giving a quick two-fingered salute through the crack in the door he’d disappeared through. 

fWhip snickered from where he’d already taken it upon themself to strip his heavy coat and gloves in order to wash their hands, as well as the wildflowers they’d collected. Xornoth’s face split into a grin, turning on their heel to head back into the heart of the palace. “Be right back!”

It didn't take the elf long to find what they were looking for in the palace library, which unintentionally announced their presence with a loud BAM as it hit the wood, scaring fWhip out of their skin.

“SHIT-” the man pressed a hand over his heart, flattening his wings back down from where they’d flared out as they spun around , “you can’t do that to me!”

Xornoth snickered. “Whatever you say, old man,” they teased, studying the cover of the book as they unbuttoned their coat. 

“For the last time, I’m only a year older than you,” fWhip rolled his eyes, trailing off when he noticed the comically thick book now on the countertop. “Uh- what’s that?” He questioned, eyeing it curiously. 

“An Elven History, Volume One,” the other answered while pushing their garment down their shoulders and rolling up their sleeves. “We need something heavy to flatten the flowers with, and I think this huge thing would be perfect,” they chuckled softly. 

Once the flowers were washed and pressed between the weight of the pages, the baking went fairly smoothly for their tastes. As Xornoth had said, the recipe was simple, even if the first attempt of too-dry dough sat shamefully in the bin, the result of a distraction or two.

But, one clumsily handled cup of flour over their aprons and a few stolen kisses later, the cookies had shaped up nicely for their stint in the oven, giving them ample time to clean their mess and start a small water fight- which fWhip lost, of course. The cookies turned out great, surprisingly, so they worked on the decoration part next. As it turns out, fWhip was astonishingly good with the flowers, not a single petal out of place, though fWhip's dexterity wasn’t so surprising now that they thought about it. Working with delicate machinery probably translated rather well to the feeble plants. Even Xornoth's weren’t looking too bad, which fWhip rewarded with a kiss.

“Prince Xornoth?”

The one in question leaned back as best they could in their position trapped against the edge of the island, gasping sharply. fWhip wasn’t much better, fumbling backwards, face flushing rapidly. “Uh-”

The head of staff looked less than impressed with the couple’s antics, having been in this position before more times than they would’ve liked. “Am I interrupting something?” They smiled knowingly, discreet as it was. 

Xornoth hung their head in their hand, hiding their burning cheeks. “No, Elwyn, we were, um-”

They let out a sigh with barely masked fondness, brushing out their skirt apron in the telltale sign they were taking this situation into their own hands. “No need to explain,” they eyed their splattered garments as they picked up a bowl to set in the sink, “just go and clean up, I’ll take it from here.”

A wave of gratitude swept over the Prince, and they made very sure to make Elwyn aware of their appreciation as they headed off, fWhip mouthing a quick ‘sorry’ before disappearing through the doorway. 

It wasn’t long before both were rid of flour with a change of clothes and a freshening up, heading back downstairs to find that Elwyn had outdone themself. The cookies had been placed on a tiered tea tray, along with a few assorted leftover teats. They’d even accompanied it with Scott’s favorite flavor of tea! It looked absolutely wonderful. The amount of thought and care put into the action panged at Xornoth’s heart, making sure to sing Elwyn’s praises (which were humbly dismissed) the whole way out to the garden and shouting back a request for the housekeeper to grab Scott for them. 

It only took a few minutes for the King to arrive in the garden’s breakfast area, where the couple had already made themselves comfortable, talking about nothing in particular. Upon seeing the set up of food and vibrant plants, Scott was immediately made suspicious as to what his sibling was up to. 

“Uh- what’s going on?” He questioned tentatively.

Xornoth brightened at the sight of their brother, straightening up and gesturing toward the vacant seat across from them. “We decided to bring you your own little bubble of spring,” they explained sheepishly. “Come here, sit!”

They faltered at Scott’s watery smile, but their worry soon vanished as he rushed to grip them tightly. “Thank you, that’s so, so thoughtful.”

They couldn’t help but beam as they embraced him back. “Of course.”

#fanfic #my fanfic #empires smp #empires s1 #scott smajor #scott of rivendell #xornoth #fwhip #count fwhip #fwhornoth #empiresshipping

[dexysmr]

the most dangerous game [vampire! todoroki shouto x reader] ch 1

summary: A string of strange deaths across Musutafu makes you suspect foul play. Your dear friend Dr. Midoriya is more than happy to play Watson; the prickly Detective Inspector Bakugou isn’t happy to have a P.I. on the case; and there is something… off about that strange, quiet Professor Todoroki. Everybody’s got something to hide and things are about to take a turn for the interesting.

tags: vampire! todoroki x private investigator! reader, meiji era japan, afab reader + gender neutral pronouns

chapters: 1 | more to come!

He should have just left the umbrella at home. 

It’s absolutely useless against the strong gales of wind that are driving near-horizontal torrents of rain through the streets of downtown Musutafu. The overcast must have started not ten minutes after Dr. Izuku Midoriya stepped out from the bakery, but his overcoat is already completely soaked through, the wet settling into his skin with a bone-deep chill. Already, great puddles are taking shape in the cobblestone streets, tendrils of water seeking each other out and pooling into vast lakes of mud. The doctor observes his miserable countenance in one of them for a second, watches his reflection ripple and refract. 

“Argh!” Midoriya yelps as the umbrella suddenly catches a gust of wind and gives a great tug, nearly pulling him backwards. Resigning himself to fate, he collapses the contraption and tucks it under an arm, breaking into a run down the unforgiving streets.

There are very few people stupid enough to be braving the streets at this hour, and those that do hurry past with agitation, shoulders hunched in as though trying to make themselves smaller targets for the storm’s fury. At the sight of a familiar row of Western-style brick flats, Midoriya heaves a sigh of relief. One more minute in the rain would have driven him to his own psychiatric wards.

Number 122 of Panya Street is nearly identical to its neighbors, a two-story townhome in one of the newly-modernized districts of Musutafu. The only thing which sets it apart is a brass knocker in the shape of an owl’s head on the door. Midoriya grasps the heavy ring and raps it thrice in quick succession. His reflection peers back at him while he waits, this one funny and bulbous on the metal surface. He raises his hand to knock again when--

It swings open so suddenly that Midoriya freezes in place. For an awkward moment, his hand grasps at where the knocker should have been. He lets it drop to his side and clears his throat. 

“Have you heard the-”

“Absolutely not.”

Undeterred, he tries again. “But we’ve been getting the strangest-”

“No.”

You move to shut the door but it jams—a boot, stuck in at the last second. A visible wince, but Midoriya makes no motion to retract it. You both look down at the painful sight. He speaks again, swallowing a curse.

“At least let me in for a bit? My clothes are drenched through…”

You consider his shiny black shoe for a moment longer before looking up to meet his gaze. Big mistake. His eyes are watery green and search yours imploringly: the perfect caricature of a poor orphan boy. Dickensian. Those god-damned eyes. Both of you know that your resolve has already crumbled. 

“Hm,” is all you say before letting your hand fall from the handle. By the time a grin settles across his face, you’ve already retreated into the house. 

Tatami mats muffle any footsteps within the hall, but you know from the click of the door closing and the sound of an umbrella clattering into the stand that Midoriya is making his way in. He carries with him the distinct petrichor of a rainy day, a smell you’ve always loved but never cared much to be drenched in. 

“Coat by the door!” you call from the kitchen, “If I see so much as a drop of water on the floor I’ll throw you out to the curb, storm be damned. I only just had new mats put in.”

A laugh makes its way from the foyer, soft and muted by the time it reaches your ears. You smile to yourself as you put on a cup of tea. His bright, sincere laugh was what first drew you to his friendship so many years ago-- that, and his horrendous dancing. But those are tales for another time. When the tea’s done, you carry two cups into the living room where he’s made himself at home, legs tucked into the kotatsu. 

“Thanks!” Midoriya says, accepting the teacup from your hand. He takes a sip and immediately you can see the warmth settle in, softening the lines of his shoulders. You allow him a few moments to recuperate before bringing up the elephant in the room.

“Out with it, doc. What’s so important at the hospital that’s brought you here on such a fair day?”

Both of you glance out the window at said fairness. A thick fog has rendered most of the outside world hazy, people and horse-carriages moving in and out of the gloom like specters. Some would call it dream-like, but you just think it’s horrible. Over the persistent drum of rain, Midoriya speaks.

“Um, technically, I’m not here on professional terms. I’m just… visiting a friend, okay? A friend who might lend an ear for an hour or so?”

​​You nod in understanding, though you’re still not sure what warrants Midoriya being so cautious. His grip on the cup relaxes imperceptibly.

“Hosu has been getting some, uh, weird cases lately. Gentlemen coming in with odd marks, women as pale as ghosts, all of them with severe blood loss. It’s nothing like the cholera outbreak years ago. If you remember, the poorer districts were worse off because it was spreading through unclean water, and even then…” 

Though Midoriya’s eyes are fixed on the dreary view of the street, his gaze is somewhere far away. When he realizes he’s started to ramble, he flushes a bit pink in the ears and clears his throat. 

“Sorry… anyway, whatever this is, it doesn’t discriminate between the rich and the poor. The hospital has gotten five patients with these same symptoms in the past two months.” Tea long forgotten, his hands are clenched in the cotton of the kotatsu. “The thing is, I can’t help them. I can’t- none of our doctors have seen anything like this. The state they come in… they’re better off headed straight to the morgue.”

It’s not just the unexpectedly hard edge to his voice that shocks you. Something must have changed in the sky outside, for the light falling through the window shifts cold and bright and lends a sudden sharpness to your friend’s countenance. For a moment, the eyes that find yours glint not unlike the edge of a blade—then Midoriya blinks and looks down, and they return to their warm seafoam green. 

You set your tea down on the kotatsu and hope that he doesn’t notice the faint tremor in your hands. 

“Well,” you say, “that really does sound horrible. My condolences for their families. But, if I may be straight, what does any of this have to do with me? I’m a private investigator, not a doctor.”

Midoriya opens his mouth as if to say something, second-guesses himself, and brings the tea to his lips instead. It seems to calm his nerves enough to speak.“My colleagues are all scratching their heads over it, and I’ve been searching the archives for what illness could possibly do this. But,” his voice gets quieter, more unsure, and you find yourself leaning closer, “I don’t think it’s a question of what is killing them… so much as it’s a question of who.”

notes: it's fall and i've been reading bram stoker's dracula, so obviously i was inspired to write some vampire! todoroki. please note that this fic is set in meiji era japan around the 1870s, and although i have done a crazy amount of research, i am taking some historical liberties. the genre of gothic fiction is mostly applied to the victorian era (1830s-1900s), but i didn't want to set the story in england, so i'm playing fast and loose with the aesthetics of westernization during the meiji period.

if you're interested in what 'gothic' japanese literature might look like, i encourage you to read the works of kyōtarō izumi, who wrote lots of supernatural romanticism in the pre-war era

anyway, enough with the nerd stuff. expect sexy vampires to come…

masterlist

#todoroki shouto x reader #my hero academia #bnha fanfiction #boku no hero academia #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki

[who-knew-a-sheep-can-write]

Big Hands: Gladiolus Amicitia x Plus-Sized!Reader (Semi-NSFW)

Contains: Implied sex at the end, self-deprecating thoughts, body image

Despite his promises, his gentle crooning and warm embraces as well as the countless times he had you wrapped around his finger, you still couldn’t get over the looks people were giving you as well as the words muttered under their breath. It was everywhere, people were everywhere, judging you, weighing you as inferior compared to the god-like being standing next to you, holding your hand firmly. You felt like crawling back under the covers of your comfy bed, to disappear from the world.

It was all the same insults and comments, over and over again. The words looming over you like you were in some stupid horror movie. It didn’t shock you all that much about how frail your confidence was.

Shattered like a broken mirror with the brick being just a jumble of words.

He would often fight back, spitting harsh threats at the people that treated you worse than hunters treated their targets. He hated how quick people would turn on others. It was revolting, that humans can be so cruel to one another without even caring.

He was always so quick to escort you away, to care for you, to fix that fragile mirror even if it meant he would cut his fingertips.

But he adored you.

Where he was hard and ridged, you were soft and delicate. He loved feeling your curves, he loved holding something that wasn’t a heavy broadsword or shield that rubbed his scratched up palms raw. He loved holding your hands and absent-mindedly playing with your chubby fingers.

It was all the better as he would always hold you tightly, stopping you from squirming.

“I’ve got big hands for a reason,” he would always grumble into your ear before pinching at the plush curve of your ass.

And he was no different tonight. He had found you sitting on the bed, back facing him. He knew what had happened, heard from Ignis that a few citizens were snickering under their breath as you were helping Ignis and Prompto with a few things. Even worse, he had seen the scale on the bathroom floor, barely sticking out from the cabinet next to the sink. He barely saw it himself, but seeing the contraption only fueled his anger.

“(Y/n)?” he murmured, pushing the bedroom door open a little more.

You didn’t answer. You sat there, still, head down and looking at the floorboards. You could feel your face heating up in embarrassment.

You were only soiling his royal name the more you stayed with him.

The door opened fully, the light of the hallway filled the dark bedroom.

Gladio sighed and slowly stepped towards you. Instead of rounding the corners of the massive bed, he instead climbed up onto the mattress from behind and kneeled behind you. You flinched when his large hands came into contact with your shoulders.

You always loved how his rough hands felt against your soft skin.

His fingertips curled, allowing him to push himself forward until his chiseled chest and abdomen was pressed right up against your back. He hummed softly, slowly moving his hands down the length of your arms until the joined together right on top of your belly.

You bit your lip, feeling suddenly nauseous at how disgusting you looked right now. Oh Six, why did you have to be this disgusting? Why did this being chiseled by the Six themselves fall for you? Oh Six, why does you belly look like that when you sit down? And why are your legs so big and awkward?

Your throat tensed and tightened. You felt like you were going to vomit.

You nearly heaved when he placed his lips on your shoulder, feeling the scratch of his facial hair brush against your skin. He hummed softly and pressed another kiss closer to your neck.

“I love you,” he murmured.

It always fascinated you on how soft Gladiolus could be. He was the King’s shield. He was meant to be a force of nature. He was a behemoth in human skin with how powerful he was and how dangerous he could be. And yet, he’s being so gentle to you.

“Gladio,” you whimpered.

He shushed you, tightening his grip around you and resting his head on the crook of your shoulder. He pressed a kiss to your neck.

“I love you so much,” he cooed. “I love you so much, it’s crazy.” Another kiss had you suddenly tearing up, a sob pushing past your sealed lips. “I ever tell you how much I fucking love you?” he hummed in your ear. “I love you so fucking much (Y/n).”

“Gladio,” you whimpered.

He was so warm against your back. It felt nice.

“I love that you’re so soft. I love your cute fingers and how you always blush when I hold your hand.” He tightened his hold around you. “I love how you always sleep on top of me, a perfect way for me to grab at that fine ass of yours.” You couldn’t help yourself but to laugh. A few tears rolled down your full cheeks which Gladio quickly wiped away. “I love you so much, I’m so fucking lucky I met you when I did. And I’m so lucky the Astrals above blessed me with these big hands so I can show you how much I love you whenever I want.”

And just as he said that, his hands flew from your waist to slide under your ass. he hiked you up in the air, suddenly standing on the floor. Carrying you bridal style, he grinned down at your blushing face. His eyes were a fiery blaze, suddenly filling with lust.

He set you down on the bed, kicking the bedroom door closed with his heel.

“I love you so fucking much, it’s not even funny,” he grumbled.

“You know Iris is home,” you found yourself laughing.

“She has friends she can go hang out with.”

And just like that, his belt was loosened and his pants fell to the floor.

#final fantasy xv #ffxv #gladiolus amicitia #gladiolus x reader #gladio x reader

[wheres-your-paddle]

since y'all like enviro sci stories so much...

in one of our courses we were testing the water of one of the on-campus ponds. a quick, easy example of practical water quality testing without having to go too far.

unfortunately, this pond water was only accessible via bridge. not a deep pond, and not a high bridge, but that meant to get the samples, we would need a Contraption. and despite being a well-respected university with a lot of expensive lab equipment... our Water Sampling Contraption was a bottle on a rope (weighed down by a piece of metal, so it would sink). and it was... a well-used Contraption, to say the least.

so it should not surprise you when i say that when the very first person lowered it off the bridge, the rope snapped (it didn't come untied, it actually broke). and this bottle (weighed down by a sizeable metal brick) fell into the pond.

of course, everyone heard the commotion, and the entire class (which was not many) was faced with figuring out how we were going to get it back. (our prof, god love him, was about three hundred years old and of no help whatsoever).

but fret not! sure enough, one brave young man (not me) rose to the occasion. and by "rose to the occasion", i mean he took off his shoes and climbed onto the railing, preparing to jump into the pond otherwise fully clothed (labcoat and all!)

i wish this story had a cool ending where he actually had to swim to get the sampler. but the professor yelled at him to stop and this story actually ends with my lab partner and me running to find a groundskeeper, asking for something we could use to fish the sampler out, and him (very confusedly) handing us a tree trimmer.

#we got the sampler back it all happened very quickly #and because we have a very small cohort (its a program that weeds out FAST) everyone heard the story by the next day #that guy is very well respected in our cohort now #environmental science #enviro sci #ecology #stemblr #sciblr #science side of tumblr #uni life #college life #stem academia #stem student #chemistry #wheres your enviro sci shenanigans #the paddle speaks

[frenchy-and-the-sea]

FFXIV - Contingency

I originally wrote this for FFXIV Write back in September and was originally planning to just let it sit forever in my Docs folder. Then yesterday I reread both it and all of the other pieces I did, and determined that a bitch can, in fact, write. So I’m sharing them now, because I want everyone to know what a little menace my girl is. <3

This first one contains Post-Heavensward MSQ spoilers, particularly for the quest, “For Those We Can Yet Save.” In fact, this piece is a direct answer to the aftermath of that. >:)

~1200 words, featuring @urdnotgrunt’s Onion and @colonelcupquake’s Wickit, Tritchet’s steadfast sisters, who love her more than anything in the world.

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Foundation at midnight was just about the only time Wickit liked the city. 

Bathed in the dim yellow glow of its dying streetlamps, muffled by the soft press of fresh snow, she was free to wander the empty streets in relative peace, without the distractions of would-be glory-seekers trying to bend her ear or the twenty-odd personal servants of the rich and powerful that harried her along on their errands. At that late middle hour, in the city at the top of the world, the universe stretched out ahead of her like a vast black blanket, wide enough to hold her, close enough to touch.

If only she could enjoy it.

Onion had slipped away at some point halfway through dinner, looking wan and tight-lipped the way she always did when there was a problem that needed her to solve it. Wickit had allowed herself the misguided hope that her sister would return on her own before long, but the hours had lapsed into still more silent, empty hours, and at last she hadn’t been able to stand it any longer. She had pulled on her boots, strapped a pair of hatchets onto her belt — just in case — and blundered out into the dark, frigid night to fetch her perpetually workaholic sibling.

Sense had taken her to the Manufactory. Even in the growing darkness of a city dousing everything but its watchlamps, the Skysteel Manufactory burned with the light of a working forge, glowing even from behind its shuttered windows. Shadows danced beneath the cracks of the doors, a sight that should have — and usually did — indicate that the building was packed with its machinist crew, all stripped of their heavy outer layers and bent over hot workbenches around some half-cocked project or another. Tonight, though, those shadows heralded nothing except the faint roar of the closed-up forge, and the soft, intermittent clanking of a tinker at work. One tinker, in particular.

Sighing, Wickit nudged the door open and slipped quietly inside.

Onion was seated at one of the low workbenches right beside the rumbling heart of the forge, hunched over a long jumble of metal and wood that looked astonishingly like the skeleton of a musket. She was testing, with careful, narrow-eyed precision, the ease with which the bolt along the top of it moved back and forth. From the doorway, Wickit cleared her throat.

“It’s midnight, you know.”

To her credit, Onion didn’t jump, but the look that she turned up to her sister was maybe just a touch too quick to be casual. 

“I know,” she said, though it was clear by her almost-guilty glance at one of the timepieces plastered to the wall that she did not, in fact, know shit. “I’m almost done.”

She was also very clearly not almost done, but when a project captured her attention, arguing with Onion was like talking to a brick wall — the Pock family trait of stubbornness in action. Wickit weighed the option of simply removing her sister by force, but there was a grim sort of shadow beneath her eyes that said that Onion would wake the whole of Foundation with her grumbling if pushed. So instead, Wickit strolled over, hands tucked demurely into the pockets of her coat, and said, with as much interest as she could manage, “Is that a Vath musket?”

The edge of suspicion in Onion’s eyes eased, just a little. “It is,” she said, turning back to the contraption in her hands. “Or, it’s most of one. I had Marcechamp trade for it to send back. I remembered how useful the Vath said that they were against the Dravanians and thought we should have one, too.”

She didn’t look up as she spoke, but there was a flinty anger in her words that made Wickit’s stomach turn. She chanced a look at the workbench at her sister’s elbow and saw a freshly pressed piece of vellum peeking out among the scrap metal, scratched to hell and back with a mind-numbing array of figures and labeled diagrams. But even if Wickit couldn’t have deciphered the thing in one or a thousand years, she still had eyes, and the long-barrelled rifle depicted at the bottom of the page looked deadly enough to kill on contact.

Certainly, it would do more damage than an arrow had.

Wickit closed her eyes and breathed, long and steady. Even hours removed from it, she could still hear Vidofnir’s anguished roar, the panicked rumbling of the crowd, the way her sister had been a shrieking streak of purple up to Aymeric’s side as he loosed his bow, screaming, “No! No!”

“Tritchet is going to be very upset if she sees this,” she said at last, stealing a sidelong glance at her sister. Onion’s frown deepened.

“I know,” she said, and sounded very much like she did know, this time. “That’s what I’m worried about. She was convinced that he was still in there before today, and now that Krile and Y’shtola have said that it might be true, she’s not going to be convinced otherwise. She’ll do anything, Wickit. You know how she is.”

“She might not be wrong,” Wickit said, even as her heart clenched. The Pock family trait of stubbornness, once again. Onion snorted.

“Maybe,” she said. “But maybe not, and she won’t be willing to listen to the difference. So I'm making a backup plan, in case she can't do what needs to be done. In case she won't. If she's going to hate me, I’d rather she hates me alive.” Onion flicked the bolt on her would-be dragon slayer again, green eyes hard and focused on something a thousand miles away. She had thought about this for a while, then. Wickit let out another long sigh, heavy and heartsick in the way that only her sisters seemed capable of inspiring. 

For a long moment, neither of them said anything, listening to the soft roar of the forge and the whistle of the growing wind outside.

"You need to be careful, then," Wickit said, eventually. Her heart ached like someone had tried to wrench it free of her chest, but she knew better than to argue when Onion was right about something. “Tritchet is used to you spending all of your time devoted to one project, but if she sees that you’re up to it again, she’s going to start asking questions.”

“You won’t tell her, then?” Onion’s eyes were still flinty with resolve, but they turned up to Wickit’s with a faint, pleading hope burning behind them that made her stomach turn. She nodded anyway.

“Only if you come back with me right now, though. She saw me leave. If I come back empty-handed, she may well be out here next.”

“Fine.” The acquiescence was faster than any that Onion had ever given before. She laid the rifle carefully across the workbench — right across its blueprint, just in case — and then dragged a thick piece of sailcloth over the whole thing, hastily tucking in the corners until it was a harmless, shapeless lump. She would be back again first thing in the morning, Wickit knew, but at least tonight she would sleep in a bed. 

Five minutes later, they pressed back out into the wide, black expanse of Foundation’s empty streets, arm in shaking arm, and carried their rotten secret home.

#my writing #frenchy writes #oc crap #ffxiv #ffxiv oc #the pock squad #tritchet pock #onion pock #wickit pock #i feel...so strongly about these little potatoes #onion may not like estinien but she wouldn't hurt her sister unless it meant saving her life #and in this case...the thought was there #anyway please look at this I feel like it actually did what I wanted which is SO RARE #ffxiv writing

[steelblue8]

I love all the create mod stuff you've been putting out. Any tips for a newcomer?

Hi, thanks so much! Here's a few:

- Windmill sails don't need wool in them to spin, so if you don't have sheep don't sweat it, you can still make a windmill. (and doing so is far better than waterwheels starting out. Make a windmill.)

- Holding left control while building train tracks will make it fit the track to the broadest turn possible, so you can make smoother inclines and wider curves

- Minecart contraptions are your friend, especially if, like me, you hate mining. A furnace cart with some drills superglued to it and bam, automated mining! With some deployers in front and a plough behind, you can make it lay its own track and scoop it up infinitely behind, too

- If you want more than 2 bogies on a train- like I do on all my locomotives- it won't let you superglue it normally. Instead, superglue it to the middle 2 only, and leave the other ones "floating" underneath, not attached to the main contraption. If your curves are wide, it won't be noticeable anyway!

- If you are making a train and find that you can't sit in seats or use controls, that's because it's too big- for optimisation reasons, create stops allowing you to interact with things a certain distance from the front bogie. Try assembling the train from the back instead, moving the controls forwards, or making a shorter build.

- Automate basic resources even shittily! A machine that cranks out a piece of clay every 12 seconds is easy as hell to build, and while that's pretty slow, you'll be glad to have a stockpile when you need bricks. Same goes for iron, or general stone products

- Schematicannon is your friend. Arm yourself with schematics and your life becomes so much easier. Plus, lets you make stuff in creative and then just copy paste it into a survival world, no pain of crawling around scaffolding and placing stuff wrong

- Ponder is ALSO your friend. Use it. 99% of things in the mod have a little cutscene showing you how to use them if you hold W over the item

There are like. A bunch more, but that's probably the highlights, at least for me!

[kayleydreams]

Static and Buzz

Chapter 1: Static in the Mind

Alastor strolled through the streets of Penticle City, the echoes of his hum blending with the distant jazz tunes that he played with his staff. The city had transformed since his death day in 1933, embracing the 1950s with towering structures of brick and steel. The recent murders of previous Overlords birthed innovation, and buildings with audacious designs now adorned the landscape.

The memories of New Orleans lingered in the corners of Alastor's mind as he approached Carmilla's building. The hellish metropolis, with its skyscrapers reaching towards the crimson-tinged sky. The city had embraced progress, a fusion of infernal chaos and the order of earthly designs. He stepped into the elevator, and a hellhound, true to the spirit of the era, operated the mechanisms with a clinking of chains and the grinding of gears. The iron gate closed, sealing Alastor. As the elevator ascended, he continued his humming.

The top floor unfolded into a scene reminiscent of a bygone era, an opulent display of polished floors, mahogany accents, and the warm, inviting glow of lighting. Alastor gracefully stepped onto the plush carpet, taking the open seat next to Rosie and Franklin. At the head of the table, Carmilla presided, with Zestial at her right hand. "Alastor, how nice of you to join us," Carmilla greeted with a cool demeanor.

"Well, of course! I heard there are some up-and-comers trying to prove themselves worthy to join us. And you know how I love to keep the standards high," Alastor replied with a wide smile, relishing the subtle flicker of uncertainty that crossed Carmilla's face. She had always kept herself above the darker aspects that many overlords reveled in. Yet, Alastor, with his infamous record, had seen to the demise of numerous overlords. The count? He pondered briefly, the memories of each conquest blending together.

As he contemplated, the static in his mind grew louder, an unwelcome intrusion. Alastor hastily adjusted it, regaining control and silencing the dissonance. His keen eyes scanned the room, searching for the source of interference. There, a figure caught his attention – a demon with a peculiar box on his head. Antennae protruded from the contraption, emitting a high-pitched hum that disrupted the refined ambiance of the meeting.

Alastor's grin widened as he assessed the situation, intrigued by this unexpected disturbance. A playful glint sparkled in his eyes as he prepared to address the eccentric intruder, his voice carrying a certain mischievous charm.  "Well, well, what do we have here? A demon with a taste for interference, it seems. Who are you?"

"My name is Vox the TV Demon" The demon raised his hand expecting for a handshake. 

"Vox the TV Demon," Alastor repeated, the words resonating with a theatrical rhythm. He eyed Vox's outstretched hand, a momentary pause before Alastor's lips curled into a sly smile. With a flourish, he reached out to shake Vox's hand. As the hands met a spark of electricity ran through them and Alastor pulled away quickly before wiping his hand on his pants below the table.

All eyes were on them. A collective hush fell over the room as all eyes converged on the unusual scene. The overlords wondered how the technologies worked together. Carmilla breaks the tension. 

Carmilla, broke the tension by providing context to Vox's technological endeavors. "Yes, Vox has been doing a lot to bring new technology to Hell since he manifested. He has staked a territory in the entertainment district substantial enough to be considered an overlord."

Vox took his seat across from Alastor, addressing the table with a charismatic smile. "Well, I am happy to be recognized."

"And this is Niffty." Carmilla waves her hand to the four-foot cyclops who appeared from under the table taking a seat from under the table. She seemed to be some type of bug demon dressed in a housewife dress. 

"Hey there, darlings! I'm Niffty, and I'm so glad to make some new friends!" she exclaimed, punctuating her introduction with a theatrical flourish of her hands. As her gaze landed on Alastor and Zestial, a mischievous spark lit up her singular eye.

"I've been looking for a bad boy to keep me in my place," she declared, a playful glint in her eye as she surveyed the room. 

Camilla clarifies. "Niffty has not amassed territory but she has acquired a... impressive amount of souls."

"After this last extermination, we are looking to integrate Vox's technology into the fabric of the pride ring. You see, we've only recently managed to make phones commonplace," Carmilla explained, her tone projecting a sense of both practicality and ambition. With sinners like Vox surfacing, she continued detailing how Hell was poised to undergo a significant transformation, aligning itself with the advancements of the human realm. This transformation would commence with the technology district and Carmila Towers, marking a bold stride toward modernization in the infernal domain.

Alastor continued to watch the TV Demon, Vox, with a heightened sense of curiosity. Technology like Vox's was a novelty to him. The screens from his earthly era had been considerably smaller, and the mechanisms less intricate compared to Vox's contraption. Despite his deep understanding of the arcane, Alastor found himself captivated by the advancements that had taken place since his time on Earth.

The buzzing sensation from Vox's screen resonated with Alastor's powers, creating a peculiar and intriguing connection. Even as the continuous buzzing persisted, Alastor couldn't help but wonder how Vox endured the relentless noise and vibrations emanating from his own head. Grateful that, as the Radio Demon, he didn't have a literal radio for a face, Alastor pondered the circumstances that led to Vox's main demonic feature being the TV.

Vox, equally intrigued by Alastor, paid close attention during the meeting with the overlords. As the gathering concluded, Alastor rose and made his way to the elevator. Vox quickly joined him, eager to initiate a conversation. The Iron gate closed behind them.

"I have heard so much about you! The Radio Demon! You know that radio and television have come a long way since you've been here. We should meet over dinner sometime!" Vox beamed, his TV screen displaying a wide, charismatic smile.

Alastor examined the sharply dressed demon, curiosity gleaming in his eyes. "Well, of course, I can't ignore someone as fond of entertainment as I am," he replied, reciprocating the smile with one of his own. 

Vox's enthusiasm was palpable as he happily declared, "Fantastic! I know just the place. How about Sinner's Soda Fountain at 7 pm? It's a delightful spot, perfect for a meeting of two entertainment connoisseurs like ourselves."

Alastor, intrigued by the proposition, nodded in agreement. "Sinner's Soda Fountain at 7 pm it is. I look forward to it, Vox." They stepped out of the elevator both looking forward to dinner. 

[audioaujom]

5:00 AM, West Arcade

FNaF:SB Hub, < prev, next >

This was the second of all of these writes that I originally completed, losing out to the daycare, which was first. Daycare is to blame for all of these, to be honest. Whoops lol Enjoy Ranboo suffering through the majority of the 5:00 AM chapter that includes the DJ Music Man boss battle in the arcade!

Word Count: 2518

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“This place does look kinda sick, though.” Ranboo mumbled to himself, stepping off the elevator and glancing around the entrance to the arcade. Passing by the giant statues in favor of a flight of glowing stairs, he cautiously looked around as he made his way up to the next level. 

The dim, occasionally flashing lights of the rows of games lit his path as he slowly made his way across the dark, carpeted floors. Each floor had strange, large, glowing holes in various spots along the wall, the neon lights within occasionally moving and flashing to draw his attention back to them. The area was hauntingly empty, the lack of the familiar security bots leaving an unsettled feeling deep in his stomach.

Climbing another flight of stairs that led to another floor almost identical to the previous one, he eventually found himself in a darkened brick hallway, stopping in front of a dark, metal security door.

“Okay, cool. Made it.” He swiped his stolen badge across the panel by the door, the red light switching to green as the door slid up into the ceiling. This office was even more cluttered than the previous ones, with a large metal contraption in the middle he assumed was the repair station. Taking one last look at the nearly decayed head in his hands, he reached for the chute labeled ‘Head Deposit’ and attempted to pull it open. 

As soon as he tugged on the door, he heard the office power down and watched the lights flicker off. He groaned, thudding his head onto the nearest window of the repair station. “You’ve gotta be kidding me!”

“The west arcade was not shut down properly.” The automated voice came from the speakers on one of the nearby desks, the audio crackling slightly as Ranboo turned to approach it. “Some data may be corrupted. Initializing start-up sequence.”

“Ugh, it knows I’m here and wants to lock me out, I guess.” He commented to himself, before turning to look at the bot head he was still holding in one of his hands. “Isn’t that just fantastic? Isn’t that just so much fun? I love this place. I totally want to come back after I make it out.”

“Before proceeding, reset the audio manager circuit breaker located next to the dance floor.”

“That’s convenient.” He set the head down by the deposit chute, taking a deep breath and heading back out through the security door into the hallway. “Time to find the ‘audio manager circuit breaker’ or whatever.”

He trekked back down the steps he had just climbed up, pausing at the bottom of the final landing and opting to sit on the ledge around the bottom of the statues at the entrance to take a quick break.

“Man, I hate this stupid place.”

After standing back up and heading past the elevator to the only place he hadn’t explored—which meant it had to be the ‘dance floor’. He paused for only a second as he saw the giant headphones belonging to the DJ, giving the animatronic a worried stare before sighing and trudging past it.

“Everything’s gonna be fine. Just gotta turn on whatever the thing is on the dance floor and then I can fix the head and get out of here.” He mumbled, uncomfortably glancing back at the DJ as he spotted the red light of the circuit breaker by the stage. “I’m sure this won’t end badly. No, no way. This can’t go badly, everything tonight has gone perfectly well. This thing is totally gonna just stay like that and not come to life like everything else. I’m sure this’ll go great. Fantastic, even.” He pulled the switch of the breaker, the light blinking off before turning back on—this time green.

“Great job! Safety protocols deactivated.” The same automated voice from the security office came from overhead loudspeakers, a freezing chill running up Ranboo’s spine as his eyes widened.

“Wait… deactivated? No no no no no, that’s gotta be bad for me.”

“Pram zapped. Brun DJ protocols. Reticulating splines.”

Ranboo paused, forcing himself to turn around as the voice continued on. “What’s that even— AND HE’S GONE!”

The spot where the DJ had previously been lying was now empty, the giant hole the animatronic was lying in completely vacant as another wave of cold fear washed over him.

“Please reset circuit breakers to all zones. Three zones remain: janitorial service, arcade, arcade.”

“I’m sure this bodes well for me.” He commented with a dry chuckle, his legs locked in place as the automated voice was replaced by a loud beat. “Oh, but that’s kinda a jam. That sounds sick, actually. I like that.”

He bobbed his head to the music as he finally willed himself to walk past the now empty stage, ignoring the shake in his hands as he climbed back up the first flight of steps. The emptiness of the arcade only made him more uneasy, glancing around to see if any of the other animatronics had wandered in somehow while he was busy with the office and then the breaker box. Despite not seeing any, he still felt himself ducking to hide behind some of the game boxes, peeking around corners before moving. 

Spotting a flash of red light among the powered down games and dim, neon backup lights, Ranboo tried to stealthily move in that direction while sparing frequent glances at the holes in the wall—which were uncannily similar to the one the DJ had disappeared through. 

He made it to the lever much faster than he anticipated, throwing the it and leaning back against the wall to rest briefly. The music quieted slightly as the automated voice came over the speakers again, announcing, “Two zones remain: janitorial service, arcade.”

After collecting some of his breath, he moved to push off the wall only to freeze in place once again as a giant, white hand emerged from one of the holes on the far wall of the arcade. The hand was followed by a dark, stick-like arm and then another, the wide, keyboard smile of the DJ close behind. Its unblinking eyes seemed to stare straight through him as it turned and started climbing along the side of the wall, its six legs all ending in the same, large hands sticking to the surface with an unsettling amount of ease.

“AHH! What the hell is that?!” Ranboo backed up into the wall he had just moved away from, watching the animatronic find another hole to disappear into, his horror only growing. “How do things keep getting worse?! Every time it gets worse it feels like it’ll be the last time but then something like THIS comes along and it does get worse!”

He let out a deep breath as the music suddenly kicked up a notch, his eyes wildly scanning all of the holes on the walls to see if the DJ was going to appear anywhere near him. He couldn’t see down any of the holes to figure out what the tunnel system looked like, deciding it would be better to just shut this thing off before he had a chance to see if there were any patterns to its movement. 

Now running, Ranboo spotted another hallway on the bottom floor behind the stairs he had missed. Jumping down nearly half the steps in one go, he weaved through the tables and games once again to find himself in a narrow hallway that contained a few too many holes for his liking. Shaking off his discomfort and deciding he just needed to do this as fast as possible, he sprinted down the hall and found a set of doors that led into a bathroom.

“Oh, this’ll be good for when I inevitably crap my pants seeing that thing crawling out of the wall like some kind of… giant… insect… thing.” He pushed the closest door open, jogging inside and letting out a breath of relief at seeing there were no holes in the bathroom. 

Well, obviously. 

“What is it even supposed to be? Who wants an ant for a DJ? Are ants historically good DJs?”

Finding the back storage closet was easy enough, him pushing the door in and finding another powered down circuit breaker. He quickly threw the switch, being greeted by the same automated voice once again. 

“One zone remains: arcade.”

He stepped back out into the main room of the bathroom as the music grew louder and once again kicked up, almost loud enough that he missed the thudding footsteps outside the bathroom that nearly shook the doors off their hinges. The door directly in front of him flew open, the DJ’s face too wide to fit in but only inches away from him. He couldn’t even bring himself to scream, backing up in the far wall and cowering in the corner between the sinks and hand dryers as one of the DJ’s long arms reached into the bathroom to feel around for him. The arm disappeared for a moment as its head moved to look inside again, deciding to tear the door completely off its hinges before reaching another arm in to blindly feel around.

He had to remind himself to breathe as he tried to force his body out of the corner, each step echoing loudly in his ears as he tore himself away from the corner to move for the other door in hopes that one would lead out—and not directly into the DJ.

He was reaching for the door handle when the DJ’s face came back into view through the other door, his entire body locking up despite his efforts to run while he still could. He held his breath as the DJ moved away, letting it out as he reached into the same door as before.

Now. I should go now.

He took another step forward before movement from the DJ had him stumbling back, him once again freezing in his place as the DJ tried to look in again. As soon as its face was out of view, he tried to steel himself again.

Now. I should go now. And actually go this time. Which is now.

One step at a time, he made it back to the door and grabbed the handle of the still shaking bathroom door. He cracked it open an inch, before pausing again.

“Now!” He yelled at himself, that seeming to be enough to snap him out of the fear induced haze and sprint out of the bathroom and back towards the main room of the arcade. He stole a glance over his shoulder to see the DJ watching him run and then crawling into the nearest hole.

By the time he was back up on the first floor he was ready to collapse, his eyes frantically scanning the walls for the red light of the final switch he needed to throw. He fell still as he saw the DJ crawling through one of the nearby holes on the ceiling, waiting until he was out of sight again before deciding to try the top floor. 

“Yeah, no, no. I’m okay with this. I’m totally okay with this.”

Taking the shallow steps three at a time, he scrambled up onto the top floor of the arcade in no time, his head whipping side to side before finally spotting the faint red light from across the room. He dashed for it, bracing himself on the wall with one hand as he threw the switch and grinned tiredly as it flashed to green.

“Almost done! There is a software update available.” The automated voice took over the music, Ranboo’s head snapping up in surprise. “Reset the final circuit breaker located at the south end of the arcade maintenance hallway.”

“SOFTWARE UPDATE? Final circuit breaker?! This is a joke. This has to be some kind of joke.” He couldn’t help but laugh, resting both of his hands against the wall and letting his head slump back down. “Man, I hate this, I hate this, I hate this, I hate this…”

Not even the music once again increasing in intensity could lift his spirits, him taking a quick breather before running back into the hallway where he found the security office, passing the security door and rounding the corner to an even longer hallway.

His sprint slowed slightly when he realized there were no holes on the wall in the maintenance hallway, the sides littered with broken arcade games, shelves, and a strange amount of wiring. He took the chance to look around, slowing to a walking pace as he took in his strange surroundings. He paused when he reached the lever at the back end of the hallway, staring at the only large hole in the tunnel, waiting just at the end on the back wall.

“If I pull this lever, will the boss music start? Or is this the boss music?” He joked to himself, grabbing the lever but not yet willing to throw it. “I sure hope when I pull this lever he doesn’t crawl out of that big foreboding hole that’s right in front of me.”

He threw the switch and braced himself to run, blinking in confusion as nothing immediately happened. The music died down as the voice spoke up again, lulling just long enough for him to hear, “Well done. The arcade has successfully rebooted. Return to the security office.”

As soon as the voice finished speaking, he felt the tunnel rumbling and heard the crawling of the DJ in the hole behind him. He was frozen again as the DJ’s face came into view just as the music kicked into its final gear, his panic finally taking over as he turned and ran back down the maintenance hallway.

Not even the blaring music could drown out his screaming as he ran back through the tunnel, which was now shaking violently with every step from the DJ that sent arcade games and shelves crashing down right in his way. “NO! Oh my god, no!”

He threaded his way through the falling debris fairly well, stumbling but never quite falling as he urged his body to run faster down the hallway as he felt the giant animatronic slowly gaining on him. 

“I’m so close! No! Not like this! Please not like this!”

He finally rounded the last corner, the sight of the security office a welcome comfort as he pushed himself the last few feet down the tunnel to swipe his badge across the pad and throw himself into the room. The door slid shut behind him, the music quietly fading out as he gasped for breath on the floor of the office. After a few moments, he sat himself up—still panting—and looked around.

“Now I just… need to repair… the head…” His voice was quiet as he stood up, taking one look at the repair station before flopping down into a padded seat at one of the many desks in the office, closing his eyes in relief and letting himself rest. “...in a minute. I’ll repair the head… in a minute.”

#five nights at freddy's security breach #five nights at freddy's au #five night's at freddy's #fnaf sb #fnaf security breach #fnaf #fanfiction #fanfic #cross posted on ao3 #writing #whump #ranboolive #ranboo #ranboo fanfic #angst

[hangezoeenthusiast]

God(hcs)

c!multiple x god!reader

notes: the reader will be the god of death to make it a little bit more spicy :). c!punz’s pronouns are he/they, i’m not sure about the others, but i know theirs. also why does ranboo take away my gender? /j

word count: 1,672

warnings: arson, violence, cursing, yelling, mention of death, voices in technos part, spoilers for wilbur if you haven’t watch tommy’s lore stream, revival for wilbur, making a religion, time travel, egg, prison, stealing, anarchy, playful name calling

Sapnap

so obviously y’all would be a great match :)

you have creative mode, so when sap would ask you to give him a lighter and tnt, you would GLADLY give it

also, can we talk about him being a nether hybrid

fire squared

like fires left and right, hide your mom and your children in your house lol /j

but besides the whole arson thing, you favor him above anyone else on the server

like if he asks for diamond blocks, well here’s a whole inventory of it, also, here’s some ancient debris and some netherite

if someone asked, you would probably grant them with poison and curses, just because you can’t be “unloyal” to snapchat 

wouldn’t be lonely anymore

Dreamwastaken

this duo is less chaotic, but chaotic enough where people avoid you

he still asks you for stuff, but most of the time, you don’t give him it because he annoys you too much about giving stuff

“hey y/n/n, can i pretty please get some emerald blocks.”

“nope bitch, get it yourself.”

but sometimes, you grant him some op shit, when it’s your good day

“because i’m being nice, here’s some diamond, now, don’t ask me again you little piss baby.”

“shut your trap y/n.”

“or what homeless teletubby, what are you going to do to a god like me?”

“you hang out with technoblade to much.”

Georgenotfound

maybe the least chaotic duo

you guys keep on relaxing and relaxing until the point where you don’t do anything

he barely asks you for anything, but only when it’s really really important, like a house or build

especially when he was building his little cottagecore house, he needed your godly presence to help

“y/n, what should the roof be made of?”

“i suggest brick, it makes it more aestheticy if that makes any sense.”

also barely any drama or tea with you guys

never arguing and never betraying each other is a must

Tubbo

also another least chaotic duo

literally help him with his bee farm, he will (platonically) love you forever

gotta be close to ranboo, that’s the rule

gives him SO much stuff, he’s a precious boi 🙄

also gotta be close to tommy, but not as much unfortunately

you help him pick out things for builds, like what material clashes with another, etc

“do you think that the wool and the netherite blocks look good together y/n?”

“nah, what i suggest is the wool with the gold, it looks perfect.”

sometiems, gotta put him in check because he gets a little ego built up

you definitely yank his horn a little too hard because of your IMMENSE STRENGTH

“OW, WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT Y/N.”

“calm down sunny, you were just getting a bit over your head a little.”

Tommyinnit

chaotic duo like sapnap

snaps at anyone who annoys you and vice versa

you give him EVERYTHING, obviously except op and creative

he tries to persuade you to do something, but dreamxd wouldn’t allow it, since he is the main boss

“come on y/n, give me op.”

“no tommy, xd will kick my ass.”

“pweaseee.”

“no.”

you would DEFINITELY help him with the Big Innit Hotel, making the whole layout and color palette.

both of you have an intense hatred for ranboo, since he “stole” tubbo away from tommy

Ranboo

least involved in everything

just stay in the tundra and drink some tea, and you’re good for all of your life

helps him get netherite all the time so your boii can get the good stuff 😬

when he mines to get diamonds, he literally prays to you

“y/n, if you’re listening, please give me a 6 vein, i desperately need it for my collection of diamond blocks.”

and THERE IT IS

more than a 6 vein actually, a 12 vein

guess he needs to pray to you more

daily tea sessions, to talk about the good stuff, and NO, and i repeat NO skipping

threatening to flick water on him check ✅

Wilbur Soot

literally you spoil him

not to be angsty, but when he died and lost his last canon life, you revived him instead of Dream

now he’s practically at your knees

like he’s thinks that he owes you, but actually that’s the opposite

he was revived because you were lonely, and wanted your best friend back :(

prays to you when he goes to bed

“hey y/n, hope you’re having a great day, (platonically) love you.”

“love you too mortal.”

sometimes, to be at the peak of godness, you shower upon wilbur as gold to symbolize blessings, like zeus did before

“omg y/n, what are you doing?”

“i’m trying to bless you, shut up bitch.”

just saying, he would make a religion about you :/

Karl Jacobs

omg don’t get me started on this

first, you wouldn’t codone him going back in time

he would definitely forget your name a lot, so that’s why you hated it

“hey karl, how are you doing?”

“i’m sorry, but do i know you?”

ANGST IS TOO MUCH FOR ME

you were definitely the one to push him towards sapnap and quackity

this is also another spoiled boi

give him the entire world while you’re at it pwease

he wants a few diamonds, nope, give him a chest full of them

Quackity

why are there so much chaotic duos in here?

literally chaos times infinity

energy to the max

literally, did you take an energy drink

grants him every wish he can randomly think off

“can i get a bucket with lava and a fish in it?”

“weird choice, but ok man.”

gotta be close to sap and karl or he isn’t your friend anymore /j

helps with las nevadas a lot, and definitely tries to rig the machines so you get money

“hey big q, i got 10,000 dollars.”

“that’s impossible... y/n, did you cheat?”

“nooo 😊”

help him preen his wings, and he goes “I LOVE YOU, MWAH MWAH.” obviously in his mind 🙄

Awesamdude

definitely helps him maintain the prison

you both love setting up red stone contraptions and pistons and all that giz

“hey sam, do you know where the redstone torches are?”

“yeah, there behind the pistons in the back.”

also you helped build the prison, since he could do that by himself

“are you sure that lava wall will work y/n, your calculations seem inaccurate.”

“i’m sure sam, this will add some more security to this goddamn server.”

nerd squared lol

BadBoyHalo

wouldn’t condone the egg

you warned him multiple times to get away from its grasp, but most of the times he’ll decline

“i won’t y/n, the egg is the future.”

he still, even after all the advancements, even after everything, he tries to ask you to join the eggpire

“come on y/n, you’ll like being with us.”

“i don’t wanna be on a stupid egg side, like let me crack the egg, i wanna eat it and turn it into a omelette.”

he doesn’t like that joke :(

but before he discovered the egg, both of you were joint at the hip

sight seeing was a must

languages being thrown around everywhere, since you were the little language muffin

Punz

steals stuff from everyone

hide your stuff, because the punzo-y/n team is unstoppable

definitely they can be really stubborn and indecisive

like one day, he will be like, “i need gold blocks.” and the next, “nevermind, i need netherite actually.”

like hon, stop switching

also anarchy buddies

burning down forests and buildings are your guys’s specialty

when you give him gold when they doesn’t ask, his heart goes brrr and his brain goes, “pog pog, they’re so cool, lets hug them.”

Technoblade

now this is the most deadly duo in the entire Dream Smp

better not piss you guys off 😐

he’s the Blood God, and you’re the God/Goddess/God being of Death

so if some occasion where you need to battle someone, like Techno’s enemies, *clears throat and murmurs Quackity*, you will obviously back your boy up :)

help him with enchanting and potions and he’s set for life

also you got have to be close to the great Philza Minecraft since him and Techno are buddy buddy

anarchy squared

helps with the voices since you have some of your own

“so what you’re saying is that i need to pay attention to them?”

“yeah, when i first learned that the voices were in my head, i tried to ignore them, but that sucked. so what i did was try to distract myself with various tasks, and that sucked.”

“so what do i do, you’re saying that i should listen to them, but how do i do that when they literally shout at me.”

“just embrace it, obviously when they do their little chant of blood for the blood god, you have to ignore them.”

“you suck at advice.”

Philza Minecraft

so since both of you resemble death, him being the Angel of Death and you being the God/Goddess/God being of Death, y’all are fucking best friends, platonic soulmates if you will

death squared

watch out, because if you piss them off, prepare to d-

gotta be close to Ranboo and Techno, and obviously others who he platonically likes

he doesn’t need to ask you for stuff, he’s the fricking Angel of Death, but he will ask you to preen his wings :D

“ow, not there y/n.”

“oh shut up grandpa, let me do it.”

“I’M NOT OLD DUMBASS.”

Dream XD

two gods at once, damn there is so much chaos

left and right, you guys are noticed by everyone, like purrrr

y’all would be in some fancy shit, to show your power

you would get jealous of him hanging out with george

“why are you jealous y/n?”

“you’re hanging out with george to much, hang out with me please :(.”

gifts are a must, even though both of you have access to creative

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