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megamindsupremacy · 1 year

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So, way back when I was a wee little cringe nerd (tentatively affectionate), I was absolutely bonkers obsessed with Percy Jackson. I also had basically zero access to the internet and only an extremely vague idea of what fanfiction was, and I definitely wasn't immersed in the fanfiction culture of the time. So that meant whenever I had Thoughts and Ideas, I was writing those fuckers straight into my class notebooks for all the world but especially my teachers to see. That being said, I just remembered my very first ever fanfiction idea, of which I wrote three pages of looseleaf in my seventh-grade social studies class with my best friend in between assignments. Which I will now elaborate on as an Adult because honestly, what else do I have a semi-popular Tumblr blog for?

The basic idea is that, in the Son of Neptune, instead of heading straight for Camp Jupiter, Percy very vaguely remembers that the mysterious Annabeth lives very close by. He skids down the hill next to the Caldecott Tunnel, but instead of crashing into the highway, he lands in the back of a pickup and is carried away by a very panicked+annoyed driver who wants the kid in the back of his truck out.

(Please imagine Frank and Hazel, standing guard, watching some random kid go screaming down the side of a hill on a serving platter while pursued by gorgons, land in a pickup, and, still screaming, swordfight said gorgons. Who get whacked out of the air and run over by a school bus. Can you fucking imagine)

(Please also imagine Juno, waiting invisibly next to the road, also watching Percy go screaming by in a truck. She had been waiting there to give Percy her mysterious "choose safety or your memories" spiel but now he's fucking gone)

The pickup driver pulls over to the side of the road near the bay and tells Percy to get the fuck out of the back of his car. Percy, seeing the gorgons in hot pursuit in the distance, makes the logical move and jumps straight into the bay. He lets instincts and muscle memory guide him to the edge of one of those fancy neighborhoods that border the edge of the water. He continues following muscle memory and instincts and ends up at Annabeth's house, and he knocks on the door.

Fredrick, opening the door: Percy Jackson??

Percy: ...who are you

Fredrick: you exploded my car four years ago! my daughter has been looking for you for months. ANNABETH COME DOWNSTAIRS I FOUND YOUR BOYFRIEND

Percy: HUH WHAT

Annabeth gives him a flying tackle hug and Percy is 60% confused, 40% relieved because finally this is someone he remembers. Annabeth starts talking about how they need to get Percy to CHB stat, everyone is so worried about him, they knew Jason had had amnesia but it had been so long they weren't sure if Percy was still alive, etc etc,

Percy is nodding along in confusion and pretending he knows wtf she's talking about.

Juno appears in the Chase house. She's mad as hell that a) percy isn't already in Camp Jupiter and b) he's with Annabeth (derogatory). She teleports Percy straight into CJ but Annabeth manages to hang onto him and come with.

They land on the near side of the Little Tiber, where Frank and Hazel are reporting on the weird screaming demigod in a pickup that had gone by twenty minutes ago. Juno realizes she accidentally brought Annabeth along and is Very Unhappy about this.

"Romans, I bring to you the Son of Neptune-" ("I'm the son of a planet?" Percy muttered). "For months he has been slumbering [etc]. Instruct him in your ways, induct him into your legion. As for the daughter of Minerva…” The Romans gasped, staring at Annabeth. Juno curled her lip, shooting an icy look at the girl. Annabeth snarled wordlessly in response. “She is extraneous. Do with her what you will.”

Juno disappeared

More will be added in the reblog

#mads posts #pjo #he goes left AU #titled off of my 7th grade mental map of Berkley where annabeth's house is left of the tunnel #this is almost definitely inaccurate but i'm attached to the name now #percy jackson #annabeth chase #son of neptune #heroes of olympus #riordanverse #is that all idk #go crazy send asks abt this apparently i have more lore in me than I realized #although. i have literally no plot past SoN. the plot of HoO doesn't change after this book unless i start making big radical changes I #don't feel like making #<- HA. …ha. fuck. anyways there’s more in the notes #there’s a fic now in the notes too

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2nd2ndalto · 1 month

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here is a smol ides of march au

Leo taps Nico’s leg with the flat of his gladius. “Look sharp, di Angelo, the big boss is coming through,” he mutters.

Nico shifts from where he’d been slumped against the wall of the Forum, pulling himself to his full (yes, really) height and tipping up his chin. It’s his least favorite time of day to be on guard; the midday sun is beating down on the stone walls and the gravel at his feet, and the damn helmet isn’t helping matters. He couldn’t find his own this morning, so he’s wearing Reyna’s, and it keeps sliding down his sweaty forehead.

Nico half-listens to the conversation as Caesar and his companions draw nearer.

“Forget not, in your speed, Antonius, to touch Calpurnia; for our elders say the barren, touched in this holy chase, shake off this sterile curse,” Caesar says, characteristically self-important.

Leo quirks an eyebrow at Nico, and Nico tries not to laugh.

Then, “Caesar!” someone calls. The voice is creaky, ethereal. Nico shivers.

The general stops short, his entire entourage grinding to a halt around him. One of them knocks into Leo, then grabs Nico’s shoulder to steady himself. Nico grits his teeth.

“Who is it in the press that calls on me?” Caesar asks, imperious. “I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music cry, ‘Caesar!’ Speak; Caesar is turned to hear.”

Nico lets out a long breath. Why use two words when two dozen will suffice? The longer this exchange takes, the longer he has to stand here, pin-straight in this stupid fucking sweaty tunic.

“Beware the Ides of March,” croons that same spooky-sounding voice, and a tall figure draws forward. It must be a man, Nico supposes, if only from the height. The figure is robed in sky blue, head covered, his back to Leo and Nico.

Nico’s mind wanders to the gnawing hunger in his stomach, the blisters on his sandaled feet. The heat on his armor is starting to make him feel as if he’s being slowly baked. A Nico panini, perhaps.

“He is a dreamer!” Caesar announces suddenly, jolting Nico from his discomfort. “Let us leave him.”

Nico lets out a breath as the group in front of him begins to move once more.

The man in blue - the soothsayer, Nico supposes, lingers. Once Caesar and the others are out of sight, he turns with a shrug.

“They never listen.”

And his voice isn’t spooky, or ethereal. It’s light, easy. Nico blinks, surprised, taking in sparkling blue eyes, crinkled at the corners, a rueful half-smile. A spill of freckles, several blond curls peeking out around the edges of his hood. The young man appears to be right around Nico’s age.

And he’s hot.

Next to Nico, Leo seems to be undergoing a similar journey of revelation. He steps forward, holding out a hand and offering a toothy grin.

“Leo Valdez. It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Soothsayer, sir.”

Nico rolls his eyes.

The man in blue quirks a smile and takes the proffered hand. “Will Solace.” He steps back.

“Fucking hot out here, isn’t it?” Will Solace says. He shoves down his hood, revealing a head of tousled blond curls, shining like gold in the sunlight, the blue in his robes reflected in his eyes. Nico feels a bit like he’s been punched in the face. In a really good way.

“Sorry, I didn’t catch your name,” Will says, fixing his grin on Nico.

“Nico. di Angelo,” Nico manages, extending a sweaty hand. Blue eyes catch on his and linger, curious.

“You sounded… different. Before,” Nico says.

Will’s grin goes wider, a bit sly. “I’ve been trying something new.”

“So it’s all an act, then?” Nico asks, curious, because…

“Oh no,” Will shrugs. “He really does need to beware the Ides of March. I just find folks are more receptive to prophecy if I get a bit spooky with it. You know. Really lean into the drama of it all.” Will wiggles his fingers.

Nico nods. “Caesar does have an… aura of death. A thick possibility of it.”

“Nico,” Leo complains. But Will quirks an eyebrow, regarding Nico with more interest, a quick once-over and a half-step closer.

“You know, I might have a prophecy for you,” he tells Nico.

“Yeah?”

Will touches two fingers to his temple, closes his eyes, a flutter of dark blond eyelashes against freckled cheeks. “Yes. I see you, having dinner with me. Tonight.” Will’s voice has gone spooky again, but it’s edged with something warmer now.

“Good grief,” Leo mutters.

Nico nods. “Interesting. Do you see yourself picking me up at eight, maybe?”

“You know, I do,” Will grins “You’re good at this.”

“Maybe after dinner I can show you what else I’m good at,” Nico counters.

Will waggles his eyebrows. “I foresee that I would enjoy that.”

They exchange details, and Will replaces his hood as he leaves, winking at Nico before turning to stroll away.

“That was disgusting,” Leo says flatly.

“Hey,” Nico shrugs, grinning, wondering if he can convince Jason to take his shift tomorrow morning. “There's no use fighting the power of prophecy.”

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Many thanks to @anything-thats-rock-and-roll for the quick beta & for enabling this ridiculousness

#roman empire au i guess #lol #this is probably the most i've thought about the roman empire since we read julius caesar in grade nine #nico di angelo #will solace #leo valdez #my writing #ides of march #wildly inaccurate historically speaking #if it's less than 1000 words i don't need a title i decided #absolutely terrible flirting omg #only two days late happy st. patrick's day #nico panini

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socksandbuttons · 6 months

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oh i read this fanfiction!

#and the sequel where she has toast #no longer u can find this fic but i remember it #anyway her parents arent terrible. her mom actually admits giving her kids what they want #cause SHE didnt get anything when she was younger. which is... super nice of her #kukis dad is just a bit of a perfectionist but not the worst.#how they ground mushi tho for like what was it again??? a long time??? mushis evil tho so technically not her parents fault #i havent watched it i just got vivid memory of that one fic and how terrible inaccurate it was #also sonia died in that???? im mad about that still #but the sequel..... LORD THE SEQUEL #never over the joke about toast and numbuh 2 #knd talk #absolutely no called for a knd post but i just #TOXIC OPTIMISMMMM I CANNOTTTT #that is such title im like???? 'so u didnt watch the show'#kuki being optimistic and carefree and (pretending) to be a little airheaded #that girl is feirce AND smart when she needs to be and tries to be fun #its not until mushi basically betrays her that she goes 'hmn.... wait a minute'#ALSO ALSO MUSHI WAS ALREADY FAKING BEFORE THE DINNER EPISODES #WE KNOW THIS. IN OP I THINKE IT WAS OP SPACE #THE ONE WITH THEM TRYING TO SAVE SOME PILOTS AND CREE WAS ON BOARD #yeyeyeyey mushi was already geared up to be dasterdly #anyway ANYWAY enough of knd rambling

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zombvibes · 1 year

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twitter is taking a poo poo on itself again sooo here’s a very important chart i made

#‘yes i care about deltarune lore’ *makes this*#zombvibes never shuts up #(the title’s inaccurate but still…….still)#sure i’ll put tags on this why not #deltarune #deltarune kris #deltarune susie #deltarune ralsei #deltarune lancer #deltarune noelle #deltarune berdly

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boombox-fuckboy · 9 months

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I've been putting off listening to the Levian pilot for... Well, would anyone be able to tell me how explicit the "sexual situations" listed in the content warnings are?

#I've heard such good things about it but regrettably my username is only a reference and deeply inaccurate as a title.#And I am not feeling brave today

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wonder-worker · 7 months

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"Because Richard (III) usurped the throne, his retinue is inevitably seen as inimical to the crown and therefore in an important sense independent of royal authority. In the context of Edward IV's reign, in which the retinue was created, neither assumption is true. The development of the retinue would have been impossible without royal backing and reflected, rather than negated, the king's authority. Within the north itself, Gloucester's connection subsumed that of the crown. Elsewhere, in East Anglia and in Wales, that focus for royal servants was provided by others, but Gloucester was still part of that royal connection, not remote from it. In the rest of England, as constable and admiral, he had contributed to the enforcement of royal authority. When he seized power in 1483 he did not do it from outside the prevailing political structure but from its heart."

-Rosemary Horrox, "Richard III: A Study of Service"

#r*chard iii #english history #my post #Richard was certainly very powerful in the north but to claim that he 'practically ruled' or was king in all but name is very misleading #his power/success/popularity were not detached from Edward IV's rule but a fundamental part/reflection/extension of Edward IV's rule #even more so that anyone else because he was Edward's own brother #there's also the 1475 clause to consider: Richard & Anne would hold their titles jointly and in descent only as long as George Neville #also had heirs. Otherwise Richard's title would revert to life interest. His power was certainly exceptional but his position wasn't as #absolute or indefinite as is often assumed. It WAS fundamentally tied to his brother's favor just like everyone else #and Richard was evidently aware of that (you could even argue that his actions in 1483 reflected his insecurity in that regard)#once again: when discussing Edward IV's reign & Richard III's subsequent usurpation it's really important to not fall prey to hindsight #for example: A.J Pollard's assumption that Edward IV had no choice but to helplessly give into his overbearing brothers' demands #and had to use all his strength to make Richard to heed to his command which fell apart after he died and Richard was unleashed #(which subsequently forms the basis of Pollard's criticism of Edward IV's reign & character along with his misinterpretation of the actions #of Edward IV's council & its main players after his death who were nowhere near as divided or hostile as Pollard assumes)#is laughably inaccurate. Edward IV was certainly indulgent and was more passive/encouraging where Richard (solely Richard) was concerned #but he was by no means unaware or insert. His backing was necessary to build up Richard's power and he was clearly involved & invested #evidenced by how he systematically depowered George of Clarence (which Clarence explicitly recognized) and empowered Richard #and in any case: to use Richard as an example to generalize assumptions of the power other magnates held during Edward IV's reign #- and to judge Edward's reign with that specific assumption in mind - is extremely misleading and objectively inaccurate #Richard's power was singular and exceptional and undoubtedly tied to the fact that he was Edward's own brother. It wasn't commonplace.#as Horrox says: apart from Richard the power enjoyed by noble associates under Edward IV was fairly analogous to the power enjoyed by #noble associates under Henry VII. and absolutely nobody claims that HE over-powered or was ruled by his nobles or subjects #the idea that Richard's usurpation was 'inevitable' and the direct result of Edward empowering him is laughable #contemporaries unanimously expected Edward V's peaceful succession. Why on earth would anyone - least of all Edward -#expect Richard to usurp his own nephew in a way that went far beyond the political norms of the time?#that was the key reason why the usurpation was possible at all #as David Horspool says: RICHARD was the 'overriding factor' of his own usurpation There's no need to minimize or outright deny his agency #as Charles Ross evidently did

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soursherbat · 6 months

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Sensation; Chapter 2

Let Me In

Click for Chapter 1

A Springtrap x OC fanfic

Word Count; 2,382

I tossed and turned in my bed, a restful sleep quickly becoming a pipe dream I'd be unable to attain. I just couldn't get last night off my mind.

The sun shone harshly in my eyes, the light streaming in through the curtains I’d forgotten to fully close this morning when I’d stumbled into my bedroom. I was so exhausted and overwhelmed, I’d just crawled into bed wearing my uniform and called it a day.

I was at least feeling a bit better today, if still frazzled. It was sunset now, the last little bit of sunlight left in the day waking me up before my alarm. It was just as well, it’s not like I was actually getting any rest.

Another nightmare had plagued my sleep, surprisingly unrelated to what had happened last night. Springtrap did make an appearance, though... the circumstances made my heart feel as if someone had run it through a shredder.

It was just my anxiety ridden thoughts coalescing into a dream, but it didn’t stop my heart from aching. I could see him in the building, pacing the hallways by himself, searching for people who weren’t there. Ghosts of the past, only dust on the floor where people had once stood.

That was when I had been woken up, probably for the best. I had only just met this... this man. He was a man, once, and still acted like one now- it was only fair to refer to him as such.

This man was making me feel such complicated feelings. It was true, I did get attached to people much quicker than I should, but the context here was incredibly strange. Most probably wouldn’t even consider him a person, and yet here I was, pitying him. Feeling... some other emotions I honestly wasn’t equipped to deal with yet- I’d just woken up after all.

My daily routine felt anything but routine, getting ready to leave for work didn’t feel so dreadful anymore, though it did force me to have to face those feelings I’d been trying to shove down.

On the drive there I had the music turned up loud, trying to drown my thoughts out by paying attention to the lyrics. It never worked, the opposite always happened instead.

With how much I was thinking, very little of substance actually came from it. I knew I had to do something about him, I couldn’t just allow them to use a man’s reanimated corpse as an attraction. It made me sick to my stomach, my grip on the steering wheel tightening until my knuckles had turned white.

I focused on that feeling instead of the lingering sense of dread and attraction that stayed in the back of my mind, not willing to confront either of them just yet.

Before I knew it, I was pulling into the parking lot of this twisted attraction. It was going to be opening to the public soon, I needed to seriously think about what I was going to do about this. There’s no way I was going to let them use him as a prop.

I wonder how many other people would do the same in my position, or if I’m just putting too much thought into the humanity of a simulacrum of a long dead man. But... his eyes- his face... there was something alive in there, be it a spirit or whatever you’d like to call it. I knew there was something worth saving there.

I walk into the building, locking the door behind me before making my way to the office. Much to my surprise, Springtrap was already waiting for me inside. He noticed me immediately, his eyes lighting up as he faced me, tilting his head to the side as if he couldn’t believe the sight in front of him.

“You’re back...”

He... smiles at me. This wasn’t just the suit’s smile, either- I could see his lips curl into a smile at the revelation that I’d come back for him. It’s infectious, I can’t help but return it as I step into the room.

“I told you I would be, didn’t I?”

He approaches me quickly, reminding me of how small I am in comparison to his height. He’s easily eight feet tall, not even counting the ears... now that I’m looking at them, they seem to be twitching a bit, as if he was excited to see me.

Well, he probably was. It definitely seemed like it, he was approaching me like a lost puppy. He certainly smelled worse than one, but I could deal with it for now.

“I’m not exactly a wise person. Plus... I don’t think I could live with myself if I left you alone here.”

His demeanor seems to shift a little, his body language comes off as apprehensive. He’s twitchy usually, but it’s even worse right now.

“You... are a better person than I, Hawk.”

There’s a melancholy tone to his voice, but he seems to catch himself, trying to brush past his momentary lapse in composure.

“Why come back for me? You... seemed terrified of me last night.”

I cast my eyes down to the floor, shifting my weight between feet anxiously. I couldn’t explain why- I just knew I had to.

“I feel like anyone in my position would...”

I deflect, though I know I’m full of shit. He knows it too, judging by the look he gives me.

“No, Hawk- most people would have quit by now.” He cuts straight through my excuse, and I know he’s right. “You... shouldn’t have come back for me. I don’t know why you did, I’m a monster.”

Springtrap seemed to try to distance himself from me, his eyes- he was conflicted. I couldn’t be sure, but it seemed like he didn’t want to move away from me.

I can’t help but scowl a bit, shaking my head at the idea. Sure- he was a walking, talking corpse in a bunny suit, but he hadn’t so much as even looked at me in a threatening manner. He may be a monster, but he wasn’t dangerous now.

At least to me- the thought of him around others was disconcerting. How would they react to him? How would he react to them, should they react badly?

I couldn’t let this place open with him as an attraction.

“So what? You’re different now- but... well. I don’t know about you, but when I think of a monster, I don’t think of someone like you.”

The moment I heard him ask to come in to the office, even adding a “please” in there- he was formal and polite, and far kinder to me than anyone in charge of this dump had been.

“You don’t know who I am, what I’ve done...” He pauses, shrinking away from me. He seems indignant, frustrated that I could even consider treating him nicely. “I’m not worth your time.”

“I don’t know you- but I do know that whatever you did doesn’t matter now.” I gesture to his suit, the mangled remains of his body still inside of it, caked with grime and his own blood. “I feel like spending so long like this is atonement enough.”

He seems to calm himself a bit, his raised shoulders slowly relaxing as he stands there, obviously not sure what to say in response. He’d obviously spent so long alone with his thoughts, mulling over everything that happened to him previously...

“What’s the last year you can remember?”

He stiffens a bit, obviously not liking where this is going.

“...1993.”

“... Springtrap, whatever happened- whatever you did... happened decades ago. Before I was even born.” I stop for a moment, “I don’t think I’m in any position to judge you.”

Springtrap is silent now, looking toward the floor as he processes everything I’m saying to him. He looks so lost, obviously unable to formulate a response. He just slowly steps toward me again, looking down at me.

“I... apologize for my outburst. It’s not my place to tell you what to do...”

He trails off, clearly bothered still. He tilts his head at me, a serious expression on his face.

“What year is it now, Hawk?”

“It’s... it’s 2023.”

He doesn’t respond, looking past me and furrowing his brow. It had been 30 years, trapped alone in that room. No wonder he thought that I was a hallucination, that was probably the only contact he had with anyone for three entire decades.

Now that I knew how long he’d been there, my resolve to get him out of here strengthened. I looked around, realizing just how many burnt out outlets littered this room alone. I had an idea... though I wasn’t sure if it would work.

“Springtrap... if I could take you with me, would you want to come?”

The question feels silly, but I feel like I should at least ask before I do anything drastic.

“Take... take me with you?” His ears perk up noticeably, an excitement in his voice he’d not displayed so far. “I... please. Get me out of here.”

Right. I could do this. I mean, the phone recordings even said to watch out for electrical fires. Nobody would know the difference- and Springtrap going missing could just be chalked up to the fire destroying everything.

Once it’d gotten to the end of my shift, I had Springtrap wait by the unlocked door for me. I had plugged in every available power cord into any burnt outlets I’d seen, some of them sparking before I’d even inserted the plugs all the way.

This place was a fire hazard to begin with. If I didn’t do it now, it’d burn down on its own- and Springtrap could be inside... nobody else would know to save him.

I feel justified in what I’m doing at this point. Consequences be damned, this place was burning.

I twisted the cap off of a water bottle I’d yet to finish, dumping the contents onto one of the outlets, and shoving another plug into it. It began sparking almost immediately, prompting me to run for the door. I open it for Springtrap, letting him out first as we abandon this place.

I wanted to get out of here before it was obvious it was on fire, then I could at least say it happened after my shift. I had to make room for him to fit into my car, but with some adjustments he... mostly fit. I couldn’t help but smile at him sitting there, his ears bent in front of his face from how low the ceiling was, and he was a little hunched over.

I got into the driver’s seat as soon as he was settled, starting the car and calmly driving off. No need to act suspicious, the fire hadn’t even spread outside yet...

“Don’t worry, I live nearby. You’ll be home in no time.”

I look in the rear view to check on him, catching him at the moment when he begins to smile again.

Home. That sounded so lovely to him at the moment, it had been so long since he’d been inside a real house. He’s staring out the window the entire ride there, eyes wide as he realized how much he had missed over all of these years.

By the time we’re pulling up to my house, he’s barely even registered that the car has stopped. This strange feeling of normalcy that he’d been missing for decades was disorienting. He couldn’t fully process it yet, overwhelmed by all of it.

I had to help him out of the car, his frame much too big for him to get out easily alone. He’s silent the entire time, just following me into the house and entering the kitchen without a single comment.

I lock the door behind us, breathing a deep sigh of relief. I’d just committed a crime. Sure, it wasn’t exactly heinous, it’s not like I murdered anyone or something- but the worry that someone could find out was going to be a lingering source of anxiety for weeks.

I look up at him, and he looks like he’s frozen. Aside from slight twitching and head movements, he’s completely still. He’s taking in the sights and sounds of my home- our home. Not like he had anywhere to go, and he couldn’t exactly get a place of his own.

“I’m... sure this is hard on you. Take your time, this place is yours now too.”

The sentiment seems to hit him like a truck. He slowly walks through the home- his home. This is his home now. It doesn’t feel right to him, so many months staring at the tiled flooring and walls of the old pizzeria... this was too normal. He couldn’t cope with it just yet.

I pull out one of my kitchen chairs, the noise of it scraping against the linoleum floor catching his attention. I motion for him to sit, smiling up at him.

“Sorry to have to do this to you, but... you need a bath. Would a carpet cleaner work...?”

The question was more of a rhetorical one, mostly asking myself it, surprising me when I actually get an answer.

“That’s how we used to clean them.”

He’d not said a word this entire time, and it didn’t even seem like he realized he’d spoken up. His eyes light up a bit in recognition, looking up at me.

“Wait.” He grabs my arm, his grip firm and yet oddly gentle. “I... I’m not sure about that... the spring locks...”

He seems anxious, even a little scared at the notion of being cleaned.

“I... I need to find some way to clean you. You can’t stay like this...”

Springtrap relents, solemnly nodding and resuming his examination of the patterns on the floor as he tried to come to terms with everything happening. I could empathize with the state he was in, it seemed like he was having a dissociative episode.

“Everything will be okay. I promise.”

It’s as much of a reassurance for him as it is for myself. I was so anxious that someone would find out what I did, and ruin everything... fuck it, I didn’t care that we’d known each other for so little time, I cared about him. I’d be upset if someone took him from me. And... he deserved this. I wanted to make him happy.

He looks up at me again, slowly nodding after a few moments.

“I... I believe you.”

Next Chapter ->

#titled this chapter after a rezz song that fits this specific pining sooo well #also the word count might be slightly inaccurate on these #i tend to edit them while im reformatting #g.txt #my fics #fnaf fanfic #fnaf au #fnaf springtrap #fnaf fandom #springtrap x oc #springtrap x self insert #springtrap fic #springtrap x hawk #springtrap

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krafterwrites · 11 months

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Made a compilation of all the cool stuff in the new Sonic texture pack!

#I'm using imgur bc there's like 100+ images and I didn't want to create a bunch of seperate Tumblr posts for it #Also ignore the fact that the title is kind of inaccurate since the pack also has a decent amount of original content in it as well #Imgur won't let me change it </3 #Sth #Krafter Talks

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enstarsurbanfantasy · 5 months

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Mikagura - POV Hiiro

[Mikagura: a ritual dance performed at the imperial court and various important Shinto shrines. It consists of welcoming, entertaining and greeting the deities with humorous or poetic syllabic songs.]

Hiiro hears the singing before he sees the source.

He's strolling through one of the side gardens, thinking over one of his homework questions, when he's alerted to the distant sound of instruments. Music isn't uncommon in Ensemble Square, but it's mostly the music that the idol units are making. The music now vaguely resembles Akatsuki's songs, but it's slower and doesn't have modern instruments.

Hiiro turns a corner, curious about what's going on.

Water floats around Aira, ribbons swirling around his arms and legs as he steps back and forth with a string of bells in hand. He's dancing to the music, chanting with his eyes closed and moving as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Hiiro can see the kamuy dancing with him, water, storm, and war caressing his cheek like a mother to her child.

The music ends. With a sweep of his hand, the water surrounding Aira comes together in one long stream, and it funnels into the water bottle by the door. The spirits settle around Aira's shoulders like a winter cloak. Finished, Aira bows (to the kamuy?), opens his eyes and--

He is surprised, but the realization is... slow. His unitmate is settled, possibly in that floaty feeling Hiiro gets after finishing prayers, when his mind is more in the spritual realm than the human one. There is also something... other. Something playful and tricky and entirely inhuman.

Hiiro's throat is bone dry, and he swallows, opening his mouth to say... something.

But nothing comes out, because Aira places a finger to his mouth in a gesture for quiet. In fact, he seems to be physically unable to say anything. Aira gives a high pitched laugh, beams at him uncharacteristically, and blinks.

Aira shakes his head, and he's suddenly back to his usual countenance.

"Sorry," he says. "Ame-no-Uzume is a bit of a trickster."

"Ame... no Uzume?"

"You don't know a lot about Shinto gods, do you?" Aira remarks drily.

"Nope!" He'd like to learn more, if possible. The part of him that was trained to protect Nii-san rises, seeing all the possibilities of danger from such casual possession.

Aira takes a breath, exhales, and recites a story like he's heard it a thousand times before. "The sun goddess, Amaterasu, once quarreled with her brother, Susanoo, the god of sea and storms. After coming together to produce children, Susanoo vandalized her rice fields, flayed a horse and threw it at her loom, and brutally killed one of her maidservants. Amaterasu, furious, forfeited her divinity and retreated to a cave. As a result, the world was plunged into eternal night.

"The other gods came together to confer on the situation. In a bid to draw her out, Ame no Uzume placed a mirror by the cave's entrance, leapt upon an upturned tub, and proceeded to dance while tearing off her clothes. The other gods, stunned, started to laugh.

"Amaterasu heard the laughter and wondered how they could be happy in a world of eternal night. She looked out, and upon seeing her beautiful face in the mirror, went to take a closer look. As Amaterasu left the cave, the other gods threw a sacred rope across the cave entrance, preventing her from returning. Amaterasu agreed to rejoin the divine, and light was restored to the world.

And thus Ame no Uzume became known as the Heavenly Alarming Female."

Aira smiles, expression showing that he's still bit out of it. "Ame no Uzume is the goddess of revelry and the arts. I was praying for a good result in the MDM." he considers, and continues, "A sacred dance opens up your heart and mind to outside forces. Usually the gods have better things to do than to possess a random human, but Ame no Uzume likes to have a little fun."

"So it's like a send-off ritual," Hiiro murmurs.

Aira shrugs. "I... guess? I don't know much about your traditions."

Hiiro glances at Aira, just in time to see him sway concerningly. Hiiro slings an arm over Aira's shoulder to steady him, and Aira rests his head on his shoulder. "How long have you been praying?"

" 's the shorter ritual.. six hours?" Aira slurs.

Hiiro presses his lips together and declares, "I'm going to carry you back to the dorm."

Aira, already half asleep, doesn't do more than hum an assent.

#ensemble stars!!#urban fantasy #enstars urban fantasy au #hiiro amagi #aira shiratori #alkaloid #hiiai if you squint and look sideways #I ship them okay I think they should kiss #sorry if the ainu beliefs are inaccurate #I'm not ainu and half the sources I found were written pre-1910s #thank you smithsonian for your book written in 2000 it was a welcome palate cleanser #I just learned that apparently canon!Aira thinks of his family as “so normal it's boring” but I'm attached now #so I'm using my fanfic writer rights to say “this is an AU”#"water storm and war” is a reference to the domains of takeminakata who is aira's ancestor #I love aira he's my favorite character #the placeholder title for this was “waterbending”#aira is a waterbender #mikagura used to be performed across several days... the dedication the choir must have had

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geek-freak0263 · 18 days

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Bad Batch Season 3, Episode 12: Homeless Ken doll becomes boneless as he’s manhandled by 3 defected men

#star wars #clone troopers #the bad batch #inaccurate titles #bad batch #bad batch tech #bad batch wrecker #bad batch hunter #the bad batch echo #bad batch season 3

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thewanderingmask · 4 months

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tfw ur trans and in the closet and become a weird funky shapeshifting creature who, in addition to your bestie and the local bodega guy, become your town's best defence against a sudden supernatural invasion and subsequent infestation

#wandering mask art #ocs #little blue alien #that working title is totally inaccurate to the premise btw good job brain #now watch this kid's design(s) change unrecogniseably over the next several years of development #this baby can fit so many story concepts *slaps top of own head*#lba troy

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distant-eclipses · 6 months

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I'm gonna be writing DCA fanfics(using @loverofbumblebees prompt list for this particular fic) for at least some of october(idk if I can write every day). Today's(well- yesterday's at this point) prompt: first

Summary: Moon enjoyed playing the "broken" arcade game. But as he was leaving, he gets stopped as a "guest" appears. Aka, Moon's first meeting with Annular

Note: I wasn't expecting to write the first meeting this quickly, but the prompt was perfect. Oh and this takes place in the same au as the two non-fairy fics I posted

Good night

Moon stepped away from the arcade, unphased by the glitched music and the smiling robot(he heard some technicians call it Eclipse, but it looked nothing like him). Trying to get a new highscore was fun, but sometimes it enjoyed just following the glitched path and watching the game break down. He didn't understand why the employees wanted to throw out or fix the game, the weirdness made it more enjoyable. No one would blame it for stealing the game, especially when he heard that it was going to be thrown away. Heck, no one seemed to notice it going missing. Well, aside from Sun. The two were still in one body at the time so he couldn't see how it reacted, but the anger and anxiety that hit him when the lights turned off again left him just amused.

He didn't know if Eclipse knew about the game, but it never said anything so that was probably a good sign. The party robot had scolded him for less, who knows how long it'd go on if it knew he stole something. Who cares if he scared Sun on purpose, it was terrified of him even when he wasn't doing anything. Eclipse always claimed he was missing the point, but what "point" was there to make? Cursing in his head(in a family friend way, it wasn't a rulebreaker), he walked towards the tunnel, ready to leave.

The music's sharp increase stopped him, snapping him out of his thoughts and making him hit his head on the rim. He turned and hissed at the arcade, ready to yell at the inanimate piece of machinery, only to pause when he saw the screen. The only thing he could see was static and there was a weird orange glow. Did it finally break for good-

A grey hand reached out and grabbed onto the control panel. Then another.

Mystified, Moon watched as something started pulling itself out. It looked like the glitched Sun from the game, even having the same orange glow. It paused for a second, its rays spun slowly as it looked down at the rest of the arcade(its expression was... more intimidating in the real world). Content with whatever it saw, another pair of arms joined the first in assisting its escape(in another situation he would be slightly jealous). With how easily it stepped out of the machine, Moon was surprised when he had to crane his neck back in order to keep looking at its face.

He wasn't a short animatronic by any means, the daycare attendants were some of tallest ones there. But the weird robot was almost twice his height(not a recognised guest). It leaned down and looked around the room, slightly swaying in a way that reminded Moon of him and Sun(doesn't belong). Leaning forward, it picked up one of the endo heads, inspecting it as its rays started spinning in the opposite direction(intruder, threat).

Moon launched at it, emitting a scream from the back of his voicebox. The weird robot startled, stumbling back and grabbing onto him with two hands. He reached up and tried to grab onto a few of its stupid rays(he hated those on Sun and Eclipse, why did this thing's need to glow). "Naughty." It grabbed his wrists with its second set, having little trouble keeping him back(that smile was mocking him). Frustrated, Moon slammed his head against one of its forearms, wishing he could open his mouth.

It spun and threw him next to the arcade machine, almost slamming him into it due to the enclosed space(one of them should've cleaned it, even Eclipse disliked the mess). Growling, Moon sprung forward again, grabbing onto its neck(even robots could be stopped by a snapped neck). Before he could do anything, a fist came down on his head. Disoriented, he couldn't react as three other hands grabbed onto his wrists. His face spun a bit as he was dropped to the ground, trying to refocus. "Rulebreaker!" Why was it stronger than him?! He wanted to play fair, but this thing was leaving him no choice. He grabbed one of the wooden planks and jumped back, swinging at its side. Finally being hit, it stumbled again(he would keep its head as a trophy, not caring about how much Eclipse would scold him).

His victory was short-lived however, as it also grabbed onto the wood. His hissing and tugging did little to stop it from ripping it out of his grasp. Knowing what was coming, Moon jumped back as it swung, underestimating how fast it'd be. He only had a moment to realise his mistake as two cracks were heard. His leg gave out as he landed on the arcade, toppling down and making the machine fall over. Seeing it step forward, he covered his head and curled up in preparation for the next attack.

But it never came. Looking up, he only saw the creature staring at him, not even gloating. The silence stretched on for a few seconds, broken when it dropped the cracked plank(Moon wouldn't admit that that made him jump, even if the weird Sun threatened to break his head). It let out a few beeps and leaned forward, tilting its head when the only response it got was Moon trying to glare. Distorted music started playing as it leaned back and turned towards the tunnel(even its music box was odd). What did it want-

It walked towards the hole.

"No!" Grabbing onto the wall, Moon pulled himself up as the robot crouched down. "Stay!" Despite his shouts, it seemed undeterred, climbing through the tunnel. Growling, he jumped forward and reached out, only managing to grab the blue plastic. How was it that fast?? Its stupidly big head should've gotten it stuck! Slamming his fist against the rim, he started thinking of how he was going to destroy the freak of nature, only pausing when one thought crossed his mind. If it managed to beat him in a fight, what was it going to do to the daycare?

Shit.

#fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf moon #fnaf eclipse #glitch sun #the POV is slightly inaccurate for Annular but that's cus of Moon lol #this is also posted on ao3(same summary and title) if you want to read it there

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orbdotexe · 3 months

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IIIII dont see any reason not to, so. Timeline I've been using (mostly as a guideline and summaries) for TFE! yippee!! (this is mostly for. non-content box ppl bc yall already had access to this--)

[Black Garden] The Young Wolf begins to hear whispers around Darkness-infected areas after the Black Garden, confides in no one and brushes it off when Ghost asks. The effects begin fading away, pushed out of memory, before the Red War hits and it is amplified until they get their Light back.

[?] Osiris and Drifter meet about the Sundial, where Osiris tells him he should meet the Guardian. [Encounter intro] [Original lore: The Sundial]

[Forsaken] Petra sees The Young Wolf holding the gun after Sundance bursts, Cayde does not get a chance to tell her. He falls into a coma after throwing Petra out of the way of an attack from a Baron, and is presumed dead by Wolf. The Young Wolf is exiled, under the belief that they had attempted to murder Cayde. Before Petra and Wolf race to get to Uldren, Ghost receives and ignores a message from Ikora, asking for their side of the story. Later, Wolf gets to Uldren first, and kills the Prince.

[?] Drifter has an impromptu meeting with Shin, where, similarly to Osiris, he is told to meet with Wolf—For different reasons. [Do They Know?]

[?] Crow wakes up, after the Dreaming City’s curse had set in. [Bury Me Shallow, chp1]

[during/ pre-Season of The Drifter/Joker’s Wild] The Drifter seeks out the Young Wolf under Osiris's (and Shin’s) recommendation and sets up an exchange of favors. [Questionably Fortunate Encounter]

[Shadowkeep]

[Beyond Light] The Exo Stranger takes up teaching the Young Wolf how to control Stasis, in an attempt to help them tame the hallucinations from the Black Garden. Elsie found out because she began keeping a closer eye on them after a vague warning from Drifter about keeping an eye on them. Later, Wolf takes up hunting Eramis.

[Pre-Defeat of Eramis, Post-Wolf getting Stasis] Cayde finally wakes from his coma. Shiro acts as a bodyguard, making sure Cayde doesn’t do anything to get himself into trouble for a few weeks.

[Hunt] Starts after Wolf has already taken out the first of Eramis’ Lieutenants. Crow multitasks hunting the Wrathborn and prying for information on what happened to Wolf and why they killed Uldren from Spider back in the Shore. Wolf, unknown to him, stalks Crow to find out more about their replacement, between receiving more information on Eramis’ forces. Shiro assists Crow's Wrathborn hunts while attempting to track the Young Wolf after hearing word of sightings of them, unable to pin down their purpose for switching between Europa and the Shore.

[Chosen] Wolf crashes some Rites of Proving, proceeds as usual (?)

[Splicer] The Young Wolf, learning of Lakshmi's plan to invite the Vex inside the City with the intent of getting rid of House Light, sneaks into the City and publicly executes her - both to stop her before it's too late, and to take the heat off of the Eliksni's backs. [Bury Me Shallow, chp2]

[Lost] Now desperate for information on Wolf, and determined to find out what happened, Crow and Cayde attempt to consult Savathun in-between saving Mara's Techuens.

[post-reclaiming Uldren’s memories] Cayde and Crow, under Mara's request, try to find the Young Wolf. Cayde, unable to leave, is stuck playing intel. Crow, deep in abandoned ruins that were already difficult to get through, finds them and is warned against trusting the Vanguard not to turn on him. [One Mirror, Two Reflections, chp1: Warning A Replacement]

[Witch Queen]

[Risen]

[Haunted] Wolf’s Nightmare is the Speaker, who taunts them for letting the Vanguard take their chance at life and for being too weak to stop it. Crow is the only support they have through it (?), and without the connection through the Harvester. The Nightmare of Safiyah taunts Zavala with failing both Hakim and Wolf, pointing out he’s fucked over both of his children now. Cayde’s Nightmare is Sundance, who taunts him about failing Andal, her, and Wolf. Calus is not repelled (?), but the Witness still drags his consciousness from the Leviathan for Lightfall.

[?] A fireteam catches wind of the Young Wolf’s whereabouts potentially being on the Leviathan, and are assigned to check out the validity of the report. [Impromptu Arsenal Check]

[?] Cayde and Wolf see each other in person again for the first time since the prison. [A Lot of Firsts]

[Lightfall] (Crow and Wolf train together under Osiris in using Strand.)

[?] Crow, Saint, and Osiris wear down Zavala, trying to advise him to unexile Wolf, as the Coalition is spread too thin. Empress Caiatl, despite having heard much of the story from Saladin and Zavala’s points of view, makes the final nail in the coffin in a private meeting. If she can see past Calus and his crimes and turn to protect her people; if Saint can see past the Fallen to protect the Eliksni and the City; if Zavala can see past Ghaul and trust her with his own— Then he can see past the Prison and take the risk. He talks Ikora into allowing him to unexile the Young Wolf.

[?] After some time, Crow finally convinces Wolf to take the opportunity to see the City again, and they are brought out of exile. [A Day In Town]

[Final Shape] Plight of The Honeybee.

#if theres a question mark to the *right* of a statement then its uncertain #technically ALL of this is uncertain bc. lore is mine to puppeteer and mutilate as i please #but anyway.#the question marks to the *left* of a statement are just. there to mark events between seasons/DLCs #the forsaken exile #oooh yeahhh. 'Do They Know?' is the current title for the Shin+Drifter short. if that wasnt obvious. and Plight is... well. its wolf's deat #yeah i think we all saw that coming #WELL. ig it depends on what i come up with. i still dont really have it planned. bc a lot of other things need planning #but rn they are very intended to. die.#F #some of this might actually be. a bit inaccurate. in which case im sorry #my notes are. ALL over the place. in these posts. in my doc. tucked away in discord somewhere random. who knows #so. grain of salt #AND Saviris isnt mentioned here either. ouughhhhghghg #ik its. ref for WHEN things happen not for WHAT happens but by the nine #and dont get me started on the bits with nothing beside them. im losing my mind #I do actually have a few things for Risen (mostly Crow. bc yeah. Crow.)#i jus... hhhhhhhnnnnngn #NOTHING PAST HAUNTED IS ON HERE AND IM. please kill me why am i doing this to myself

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