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wibzenadarksiderwithasoftheart · 3 months

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Writing Patterns (Tag Game)

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there’s a pattern!

Thank you for the tag @underacalicosky this is could be fun.

I already know one pattern in my fics, as many of them start with a quote, so I'll skip that and find the first sentence.

He was floating, drifting in the emptiness.

From The eternal tide is an endless rhythm that becomes the song of the heart

Obi-Wan breathed a sigh of relief when their ship finally landed in the Jedi temple’s western hangar.

From Compersion

"I know you."

From At the end, I will always be with you.

He stared at the baby in his arms, the tiny innocent luminous being who would one day be his and so many others' demise.

From For the greater good

With a last, May the Force be with you, Obi-Wan clicked off his comm releasing a long suffering sigh.

From Rain

Obi-Wan found his Padawan in the long, soft grass near the great waterfall in the Room of a Thousand Fountains.

From Nightmares

The lone figure stood motionless on the edge of the cliff watching as the last sun was swallowed up by the horizon, turning the sky into a glowing sea of flames.

From Across time

Looking down at the mangled and crippled form that was all that there was left of his best friend and brother, seeing the hate, pain and fear blend together in the sulfur yellow eyes that had replaced beloved blue, Obi-Wan choose to be selfish, he simply could not let him die in agony.

From As one

Ahsoka was unusually quiet next to Anakin in the co-pilot seat of the Twilight when they finally emerged from hyperspace over Coruscant.

From ‘Com’Passion

Ahsoka clenched the hydrospanner between her strong white teeth, growling a curse borrowed from her former master's extensive arsenal.

From One passionate night

I don't really see a pattern, but that's probably because these ten are very different fic with different setups… but it was fun to see, because it's not something I've thought about before. The first sentence usually comes to me from my muse, so it's something instinctive for me.

I won't be tagging anyone this time, but invite anyone who is interested to participate.

#star wars #fanfiction #star wars fan fic #writing #tag game #first sentence #my muse #Writing Patterns #my fic

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bugshine-and-raincloud · 10 months

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I was going to make a post about this on Instagram, but I realized I literally started using Tumblr so I can infodump without a character limit but I don't think I have... So, I should post it here!... So I can be detailed without running out of space and having to delete paragraphs and paraphrase (I have to do that so much on Instagram 😞)...

Okay, so, one of my big headcanons from FNAF Security Breach is that Roxy is Transfem... That she's actually Trans Foxy... I actually stole this headcanon from Bug lol...

I was thinking about it a bit ago, and realized it genuinely makes sense?... Like, we headcanon that she's Trans Foxy since Foxy is pretty much completely absent from the game (as far as we're aware)... There's no direct mention of him, just a few art pieces depicting him + his area next to Monty's Golf that seems maybe abandoned?... I haven't played the game in a bit, but I'm pretty sure it's fairly empty?... Or, at least, it felt pretty empty to me... And why would they (as in, Fazbear Entertainment) just get rid of a beloved character?... Maybe Foxy is just out of order and is in some inaccessible room, that's definitely the actual likely reason...

But who says headcanons have to be likely?!... Our headcanon is that Foxy is Trans and couldn't deal with the dysphoria anymore, so she told an employee or manager or whoever... She honestly probably just expected them to scrap her endoskeleton and replace her... Why would they bother actually allowing her to transition, that would cost a lot of money to feminize her casing... But the company is greedy and realized that pirates and foxes aren't as popular with kids anymore (are they actually?... Idk)... So they took the opportunity to create a (female, for Foxy) wolf character (are wolves more popular than foxes fr?... Idk, they're Bug's favourite animal though so they do feel more popular lol...), who's into racing (also unsure if racing is more popular than pirates, probably not?... But in this headcanon scenario they are... The world of Security Breach is different from ours, bears are literally extinct, I can headcanon whatever I want about it lol)... She now gets to go by Roxanne, be gender as fuck, and gets to be way cooler!... Though, she still struggles with self esteem issues and also has NPD (That one is a headcanon I came up with without Bug, I'm projecting so hard onto this wolf fr)...

Got a little carried away with my explanation, but that's what this Tumblr is for!... Anyway, that's not why I realized it makes sense... Well, that's our general justification for it, but earlier I realized something else... None of the Foxy's seem Cis... Honestly, that could be another reason why Fazbear Entertainment caved and just let her be Trans... No matter how hard they've tried in the past, no matter the design change or changing endoskeletons, the Foxys can't be Cis...

Mangle is the obvious example, Scott has been switching between he and she pronouns with her throughout most of the games and literally said his gender is "yes"... But she's not the only one... Funtime Foxy is one we've also headcanoned as Bigender for a while... Not just because he's feminine, but because she's referred to with she/her pronouns by handunit... Also, in UCN he's exclusively referred to with he/him pronouns, BUT she's also in the Ladies Night 3 challenge... Also Lolbit is kind of obvious too since they're literally just a virus and also they're the Nonbinary flag colors (basically)...

Those 3 are the obvious ones, the others are more.. purely headcanon lol... Nightmare Foxy is literally in the closet... Yes, that's my entire reasoning for him being not Cis... FNAF 1 Foxy is mostly hidden too, in his own sort of closet (ik it's a stage, I mean in a metaphorical way)... Also I'm not acknowledging the fact that he's possessed (or any of the other Foxy's) because I do not care and am only referring to the animatronics themselves... I believe (according to info on the fandom wiki...) FNAF 1 Foxy is out of order because his endoskeleton is glitchy and twitchy... Maybe because he's experiencing dysphoria 🤔 (ik this is a reach, all of this is a reach, LET ME HAVE FUN /lh)... Uh, is Withered Foxy a different Foxy?... I really need to learn the lore of these games lmao... Uh, he's Trans because they're all Trans... Idk if I'm forgetting any Foxys... All of the Foxys are either Nonbinary or Transfem (or both)...

Im kind of losing steam for this post, the tiredness is kicking in lol... Uh, yeah, the point is that it makes sense that they let Roxy just be Trans, since they realized Foxy is always Trans and they can't stop it... So they just fully embraced her finally...

Don't comment on this with any lore debunking anything, I genuinely couldn't care less, let us have our Trans headcanons for a bunch of nonexistent animatronics in a game series lol... Also, if Foxy does end up being in the DLC, it will debunk very little to us... We've already decided that if that happens, we'll just headcanon they gave that Trans endoskeleton her own casing (Roxy) and then just shoved a new endoskeleton in Foxy so they didn't have to actually lose the character... And that Foxy will also be Trans to us... There is no escaping the Foxy Trans headcanons lmao...

If anyone has read all of this, why? /lh... I mean, thanks?... Idk, lol... I appreciate being able to make a really long, silly post like this about a headcanon I love, that maybe someone will read (I doubt it though /lh)... If you agree with us, cool!... If you'd like, our dms are open for discussion about other Queer headcanons (even if we don't know the media, you can infodump to us and we'll enjoy learning about your blorbos and why you believe they're queer)... Our dms are also open for basically anything else, we barely socialize and wouldn't mind having others to talk to lol...

This post is too long for me to want to proofread (also I'm tired), if there are spelling or grammar mistakes, sorry... If there aren't, I'm just that perfect I guess /hj... 🌌

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severedegg · 9 months

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Idk if you've ever been asked this before I apologize if you have but do you have a favorite fnaf game

i do i do!!! i think and no i havent been asked, youre all goods EoDD

hereesss a thing i did for your question hehe <3 its a tough call between a few of them fnaf 2, i really like how many there are and how the (of the time) new designs looked, bonnie is!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! yes. withered bonnie my beloved <33 mangle my beloved <33 just so many cool/interesting animatronics yaknow? puppet is included in that with how it wasnt like a 'regular' animatronic sister location is also very good to me we got some actual voicelines from some of the animatronics which was awesome!!!! and i like how shiny and new they look im also a sucker for the cheeks funtime freddy and funtime foxy are so good to me, and the custom night, i like yendo a fair amount for some reason so thats also a plus love hate with bonnie becoming a hand puppet, it adds a lot to funtime freddy but also my guy has been shrunken :o((( UCN and fnaf sim go hand in hand to me mainly because all im really thinking about is the rockstar animatronics and the mediocre melodies (more specifically, rockstar bonnie and happy frog, they are two more of my favourites) individually though, fnaf sim had some good lore to give, i like the mini games and i like henrys speech at the end, sometimes it makes me cry a bit lefty is also very interesting with what its purpose was UCN i really like because of the voicelines <33333333 auuuhghghghgh the voicelines <333333 i love quoting them and i love seeing them (mostly) all together <3 i really wish every character was in it though :o((( i can understand why some were cut out sorta but its still sad :o(((((( security breach!!! is also a contender theres soooooooooo many problems with it but i love their designs and personalities so much <3333 AND BONNIE AND FREDDY. are. ahem. i love them your honour. i love making up how it actually is in my brain rather than sticking to what they actually gave us cause what they gave us was so half baked unfortunately GIVE ARTISTS TIME TO COMPLETE THEIR CRAFT!!!!!!!!! and PAY THEM WELL SO THEY CAN DO A GOOD JOB!!!!!!!!!!!!! but yea, a lot of missed potential, the dlc was fun but still similar issues monty was blamed btw, thats my view, his ass is innocent an honourable mention is fnaf 4 again, the minigames between each night offer lore which i think is very cool, also nightmare balloon boy exists in the dlc and thanks to that, he was in UCN and got some rad voicelines that i like :o))) rabid, feral little thing also just the suspense n things, i like the vibe n that youre just a lil guy runnin around tehe one thing to note is ive only barely played fnaf 1 and fnaf 3, the rest ive only watched playthroughs of bc scary and i have no money lmao if i had to give a hard answer on which one is my favourite i think id have to go withh... sister location because i feel like itd be most rewatchable and replayable for me (if i were able to play the games) enough different things happen that it doesnt feel monotonous and its just interesting and as i said with funtime freddy and funtime foxy, they are really good characters, though mainly elevated by their voices but thats the case for basically all the animatronics hehe but for sillies cause i just love understanding the animatronics as characters id say UCN

#my art #fnaf #fnaf ramble #ramble #asks #uhhh idk how to tag this really #was nice doing a lil fnaf thing tehe #thank you for asking though honestly cause i havent ever really sat down n thought about which i like most #id go more in depth about my thoughts and opinions but id be writing forever lmao #i <3 fnaf #eye contact

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fe-fictions · 1 year

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Got any old lon'qu fics you can upload, please? ;_;

(Of course! I have the morning after you and Lon'qu reunite from defeating Grima... we love ourselves a traumatized husband :'3 thanks again to @zankavogue ! )

You woke up first.

You were still adjusting to being in the real world, again.

Having returned to Lon’qu was an adventure in itself- you were reminded of all the hardships that came with being back on solid ground.

Namely, how freezing cold Ferox was, especially in the later months.

You were groggy, but felt nice and warm, which immediately registered in your mind as incorrect. Ferox wasn’t warm.

Then you realized you were in your old bed. In the home you had shared with Lon’qu, for two blissful years before the sacrifice. It had been three years longer until you were able to wake up in it again...which had happened only last night.

Still, you were far warmer than the heat from the many fires inside would provide.

There was a slow shift behind you, a heavy, relaxed exhale into your shoulder, and a lazy squeeze of arms around your body.

Ah.

Lon’qu.

You tilted your head back, finding a mop of spiky dark hair sticking up from where his face was nuzzled against you.

He had latched onto you for hours yesterday, since you had suddenly just popped up in the middle of the day with Chrom and Lissa.

He hadn’t been expecting visitors...let alone his long lost love.

You could hear muffled sobs and scoldings when he engulfed you in his arms, unable to even acknowledge the royals laughing with you.

You were so overjoyed to be with Lon’qu again, and he was at a complete loss for words. Well, besides the garbled, joyful slur of mangled syllables when he tried to express how he was feeling with you in his arms again.

When things calmed down enough for him to thank Chrom and Lissa properly, they made a quick exit, insisting that you spend time with Lon’qu for a proper reunion.

The moment the door closed behind you, Lon’qu couldn’t bear to let you from his arms for a shadow of a second.

Oh, how sweetly he held you.

He made you swear over and over that you weren’t going anywhere, anymore. No more sacrifices.

And you promised over and over that you were here. And you were going to work tirelessly to win back his trust.

You knew how traumatic it had been to watch his beloved disappear before his eyes...for the second time. It should never have happened once. For him to relive that nightmare twice...it filled you with insurmountable guilt. He said he understood why you did it, and he had accepted the loss and come to terms with it.

But deep down, you knew he was very hurt, and raw.

He had every right to be.

You would never complain about him holding onto you with every fiber of his being. You would let him cling to you ‘til the end of time, if it meant you could ease the pain he felt.

You snuggled back into him, encouraging your dearest to hug you closer. It was so cute- even in his sleep, his instinct was to hold you.

His grip tightened as you expected, making you grin to yourself.

“My love…” You whispered, resting a hand on his forearm, which was crossed over your chest, giving him the soothing rhythm of your heartbeat.

You stroked his arm with an absentminded yawn. This was true bliss.

“Hmngh.” Lon’qu’s morning growl. You felt it against your skin, and you giggled. “Mmr...Robin…?”

“Good morning, dear.” You gave his arm a little squeeze, “How are you?”

“You’re here.” He spoke for the first time that morning, voice as groggy and hoarse as ever. Ah, the memories it brought back.

“I’m here.”

You turned in his arms, pressing your hands flat to his chest. Lon’qu’s voice remained sleepy, but his eyes were wide open.

As if surprised you really were there with him. It was a lot to take in, after all. This was your first morning back together.

Your first real morning at home.

“You’re here.” He repeated, an unrecognizable emotion washing over his face. Like he was having trouble deciding what he was feeling more strongly; was it grief? Relief? Joy? Anxiety?

So many things, and for someone like Lon’qu, who could hardly express himself...it was quite clear that he was struggling to find where to land.

Your smile was sad, but you shifted to hold his face in your hands. “I’m here.”

“I…” He closed his mouth, swallowing thickly when he felt your touch.

You were here.

“It’s okay.” You whispered, wiping away the silent tears. Lon’qu blinked rapidly, determined not to lose sight of you for even a moment.

“I was...s-scared you…” He looked away, hugging you tighter. “Scared it was a dre-eam.”

“It’s not a dream, Lon’qu.” You promised him, “Hey, sweetheart...hey.”

You drew his gaze back with a gentle turn of his face, stroking his cheek tenderly.

“I’m home.”

Lon’qu bowed his head, sniffing loudly as his shoulders began to shake.

“Oh, darling…” Your laugh was quiet but filled with warmth. Your arms snaked around his neck, holding onto him as comfortingly as you could. Your poor Lon’qu needed all the TLC you could possibly give.

Your own exhaustion could wait. Right now, you had a precious, fragile husband you needed to take care of.

“I’m not going anywhere, Lon’qu. I’m here.”

“I’m…s-so glad.”

#lon'qu #robin #fe 13 #fire emblem awakening #lonbin #lon'qu x robin #fe fictions #fe-fictions #f!robin #fem!robin #f!mu #reunion prompt #hurt and comfort #fluff #so many good stories to reupload i'm crying in the club ;;;

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storyhaunt · 9 days

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* night terrors. hold my muse after they wake up from a nightmare.

it is not abnormal of van helsing to have nightmares. when you are in such a line of work as his, where the very nature of all that you do seems to revolve around dragging bodies through the dirt and the mud and staining your palms in the blood of others, it is an unavoidable sacrifice, giving up your right to a restful night's sleep.

before meeting regulus, in that cold span of years between the metaphorical and literal death of his beloved matei, van helsing has solved the issue by denying his body the chance to succumb in the first place; resting only for a short few moments, too short moments, evading the world of dreams altogether. there had been too much to do, too much to take care of, and every second wasted was a life lost - and he would not take that chance, would not allow himself to fail others because he had wrapped himself in his own mental horrors. after awhile, he had gotten used to it. acclimated to it. occasionally, the nightmares would still strike him, and if they did not catch him while he was lulled into the vulnerability of sleep, then they would slip into his peripherals while he was awake - that, too, he had adapted to, evolved with.

and then, regulus.

despite their shared ire and animosity in those early days, and in the many months thereafter, there would come a point where the sorcerer brought with him a comfort that van helsing had not known for a long time - or, rather, had not allowed himself to know. to relearn. bit by quite agonizing bit, he had found himself feeling safer, more at ease around him. nights spent bickering with one another, or pacing restlessly, or staring into the dark nothing whilst regulus rested, slowly melted into nights where van helsing, against his better judgement and without meaning to, imitated his companion - sleeping longer and more frequently than he had in a great many years. now … now, he can hardly remember a time where he was not sleeping with regulus at his side, the warmth of him and his beating heart coaxing him into unprecedented safety and vulnerability.

at ease though his body may be, his mind does not always have plans to follow suit. still does van helsing hunt, and still is he plagued by an impossible deal, and still do the warm nights turn cold. regulus cannot protect him from everything, even when van helsing is tucked against him, even when he has done all that he can to care for him and help ease him into the world of dreams.

he remembers the taste of blood on his tongue. the cry of a dying child, the sight of her weakly tugging at her mother's mangled and gored figure, too twisted and broken to ever be able to identify. the deafening silence as the sun crawled over the horizon, rose above the trees, the red-slickened ground glistening in its golden light. the intestines of a man strewn about the ground, his body sliced to ribbons; the glint of an exposed ribcage and spine the perfect perch for hungry birds; the incomprehensible splatters and remnants of viscera, belonging to those whose names he would never know, whose faces would never grace his mind. he had been too late. he had not been able to stop it in time. it was not the first incident, and it would not be the last, but even so, there is no stopping the bile that rises in his throat, the wave of nausea and dizziness that threatens to make his legs buckle out from underneath him - or maybe it is from his own bloodloss, his own injuries that he has not yet tended to, and will not tend to for hours yet. van helsing holds his arm across his stomach, presses against the still-bleeding gouge in his flank, and he stares, helplessly, at the dead. he had been too late. he had not been able to stop it in time. dead because of him. dead because of him. dead because of - instincts whisper, sigh down red-stained neck, and dread curls and throbs in the pit of van helsing's stomach. head turns slowly to the left, just in time to see someone limp from the depressing corpse of what was once a home. his stomach drops, and his breath catches in his throat. a young woman, dragging herself, spurred by useless adrenaline - the better part of her face torn from the skull, which was split and cracked and gushing, jaw struggling to hang on by the tendons, innards threatening to spill from the gash which nearly severed her body in two. she seemed to see him, to notice him, though he knew that couldn't be - yet even so, when what remained of her eyes fell upon him, he could feel them burning into him, through him. she gargled something unintelligible. she gargled help. help. help. she reached for him, and he was meant to help her. he would have helped her. the girl to his side stops crying, and all he can hear is the blood gurgling in that woman's throat, and he can hear her begging him for help. he can -

van helsing does not know when he wakes, cannot be sure of when he stops staring into the cloudy and mauled gaze of that stranger, only that regulus is there. there is a dim awareness of hands upon his face, of a soft but panicked voice speaking to him, though for a moment, those hands do not belong to his lover, his moon, his stars, but something else - for a moment, the palms resting against his cheeks are cold, clammy, dead, smearing blood across sweat- and dirt-streaked face, and the voice belongs to her, whatever she might have sounded like before that beast ripped the words from her throat permanently, and she is pleading and she is crying and she is choking on her own gore as she begs help, help, help.

" i'm sorry, " are the only words that van helsing can manage, a mere strangled whisper in the relative silence of -

their bedroom.

his and regulus' bedroom.

he seems to spend an eon in that place, staring at her, feeling the desperate and fearful hands of the dead against his skin, only to blink and find himself staring at him. at regulus. he is not in that village, choking on the smell of blood and smoke and death; his side, now bandaged, now healing, does not bleed and soak through his clothes. there is no dead woman here, praying for him to save her. there is only regulus, looking so worriedly at him in the dim light of their room, as though he is the one seeing corpses. ghosts. van helsing's heart beats far too loudly and far too quickly in his chest, and his whole body feels as though it's shaking, ready to fall apart at the barest move (he wishes it would, he wishes it would, it would only be fair, god knows it would only be fair) -

van helsing is trapped on the cusp of unbelief, struggling to drag himself back into his mind, into his body. it is regulus, he must remind himself. i am with regulus. i am in our own home. i am nowhere else but with him. i cannot be. a hunter can never afford to waste time, to freeze when every second matters: rushing adrenaline and muscle memory take over, if only for the briefest second, and he moves without thinking about it. his hands tremble as they cover @proditeur's own, and his throat feels tight, as though there is a blade lodged in it. instinctively, van helsing - mircea - squeezes his eyes shut, trying to ignore the burn and the sting of tears that threaten to humiliate him before regulus. " i am - i'm sorry for waking you, my love, " he says to him, voice wobbling all the while, as unsteady as the rest of him. he turns his head slightly, then, to place a kiss upon regulus' palm, the gesture tender and apologetic. " i didn't mean … "

his lover must sense what he intends to come next: before mircea is able to coax him into going back to sleep, before he can convince him that all is well and he needs not worry, regulus moves to envelop him. not only - but to hold him. arms wrap around him and hand cradles the back of his head, draws it to that warm and comforting nook of regulus' neck and shoulder, and suddenly, mircea's body is not his own; he is smaller, and weaker, and whatever barrier he had been holding between him and the grief that had made a home for itself in his chest splits, tears at the seams, severed by regulus. he melts against him, into him, impulsively, buries his face further into his skin, and the next breath that escapes mircea breaks, cracks under the weight of a half-restrained and quieted sob that he had not known he was holding. it happens all too quickly for him to consider the gnawing guilt, to regret this show of weakness - come morning, perhaps, but not yet.

he would hold him back if he could, though he cannot yet summon the strength. he does not yet deserve it. " i'm sorry, " he rasps, muffled against regulus.

he tries not to think about what it is he's apologizing for. it will only come to him another night.

#long post /#death /#gore /#proditeur #ic: mircea van helsing.#i changed my mind about the killing each other with their bare hands thing. i'm tucking them both in #if this is clunky in some places or seems to get cut abruptly . mind your business. blame cenzo #i'm hitting post and i'm not looking back

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normalenjoyer-png · 4 months

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this is. certainly something i’m posting. but fuck it we ball

here’s all the lethal company fnaf monsters

- they’re all nightmare or bonnie themed (excluding the ghosts) because of william’s influence over them👍

manticoil: effectively a bird lol. poses 0 threat ever, nothing rlly fits this role lol

roaming locusts: …locust. nothing rlly fits this role lol

spore lizard: almost made this nightmare chica, but couldn’t find a better fit for nutcracker so she’s that now. nothing rlly fits this role lol

hoarding bug: plushtrap cause his small stature but also cause i think he’s most likely to just fucking steal shit. also most likely to make the “yippee!” noise.

hygrodere: ohhhh the blob maybe? cause like pool of agony->pool of kids melted together forever. ok yeah i dig that.

earth leviathan: this is a giant fucking worm. nothing really fits that role lol

bunker spider: princess quest glitchtrap goop because it moves slow enough to warrant this role>thumper and would probably set up webs to catch people like the spider in game. also so many connections i could make out of that

snare flea: princess quest rabbit head cause it eats ur head like a snare flea does

forest giant: nightmare cause big bear eat people. also contended glitchtrap for this role but glitchtrap isn’t quite mindless enough i dont think

baboon hawk: freddles cause the baboon hawk mechanic is that if it’s 1v1 they’ll run away but if it’s 2v1 they’ll attack you. so long as they have more numbers than your group then they’ll attack

circuit bee: these are bees with lightning powers. nothing really fits that role lol

masked/mimic: …the mimic. but you can’t see it’s the mimic because it’s wearing a company jumpsuit and it’s only real difference is its lack of defining features and its rudimentary behavior.

ghost girl: cassidy because i think she should be allowed to blow people up by touching them

eyeless dog: becomes eyeless bear, aka nightmare freddy. can only hear things

coil head: spring bonnie because HEAR ME OUT. operates like a weeping angel. when you catch it it stops and creaks heavily with the force with which it stopped. and instead of replacing your head with a coil, it SPRINGLOCKS YOU!!!!!

bracken: toy bonnie, they just look similar lol. would’ve been nightmarionne if not for nightmarionne being used in the jester

thumper: nightmare mangle my beloved. because she can run at you really fast but can’t make turns very well so she skids into the wall headfirst at top speed sometimes 😭😭

jester: CHARLIE!!!!! cause puppet+music box. sometimes charlie pops out to talk to whoever she’s following but she’s only aggro when she’s nightmarionne

nutcracker: nightmare chica; glitchtrap contended for this spot as well cause i thought he’d be funny with a gun but that was mostly out of a loss of where to put him until i realized chica would work a lot better here; the cupcake operating as the eye the nutcracker has, and instead of a gun firing at you she just chases you if her cupcake sees you move

i DO want to put glitchtrap somewhere really bad and rn i’m considering him just being like. either another version of the ghost girl (they skip the same lol) or the company’s ai that’s actually sending the afton kids on this trip. the only thing with both of these is it kinda severs his connection with vanessa and that makes me sad :( making him the forest giant would’ve been cool as he’d’ve been the biggest enemy in the game and it would be TERRIFYING to be scooped up and eaten by him, but i just don’t vibe with 1. dumbing him down to the forest giant’s level 2. making the forest giant any goddamn smarter than he needs to be 🤨 inescapable fuck.

SO. that’s where i’m at rn. suggestions for blank ones are welcome but otherwise i’ll just keep them as they are cause they are mostly environmental anyway :3

#leave me alone i’m not normal #fnafLC

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khimaerax · 9 months

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hello!!

i dont think ive ever made an intro post, so i'll make one now!!

my name is taro or maru, i really dont care abt which one you call me, i go by she/her

fandoms im in/things i like:

little witch academia (lwa)

splatoon franchise

kny

tyler the creator

the mimic (roblox

fnaf

a hat in time

little nightmares franchise

ocean-related things, (boats, fish, anything underwater or above water is my beloved)

cephalopods!! i rlly like them

sharks!!!!!!!!!!!!

csm

pretty cure.... i know man....

wings of fire

jjba

cool splatoon ocs and aus (i LOVE the scary ones)

mythical/fantasy related things (creatures, folk tales)

neon genesis evangelion

i forgor

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characters i like:

LOVE diana cavendish (lwa)

LOVE atsuko kagari (lwa)

LOVE amanda o'neill (lwa)

i also love sucy and lotte (both lwa)

andrew hanbridge from lwa is an icon too

CROIX MERIDIES AND SHINY CHARIOT/CHARIOT DU NORD. they can both trample me all over (lwa)

shiver hohojiro. i love her (and every other idol) (splatoon)

all agents!!! and dj octavio (splatoon)

hat kid

inosuke hashibira, zenitsu agatsuma, all uppermoons including daki, muzan kinda lit too, GENYA SHINAZUGAWA and literally all the hashira (kny)

asuka langley soryu and shikinami (nge)

rei ayanami (nge)

MISATO. (nge)

kaworu/tabris nagisa (nge)

all the angels are lit too (nge)

lefty, any form of marionette, and mangle (fnaf)

MONTGOMERY GATOR!!! (fnaf)

hannah and barbara (lwa)

kintoru, yuma, and netamo (enzukai DNI!!! /j) (the mimic)

futao-mote, teiryu, shaku/hirosa, and taiyo (the mimic)

rlly like shiniachi's design!! (the mimic)

glory, deathbringer, tsunami, clay, burn, and chameleon and peril (from wof)

i forgor

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yeah thats it ig

dont talk to me if you proshit or are racist etc

bye!!!!!!!

#intro #introduction #intro post #blog intro #introductory post #pinned post

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crvstybowlofcereal · 11 months

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Nightmare Mangle my beloved

#fnaf #killer robot game

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oceanlipgloss · 1 year

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CANDLELIT

SOLOMON.

+ warnings: mentions of Solomon's cooking :P

+ my mc is the heroine, so the pronouns are feminine.

It's the little things.

Not too little, perhaps, for his meals were a nightmare, but a dreadfully beloved portion of her days nonetheless.

He would sprinkle salt and rearrange pepper for mystic spice, pour pints of love and drop spoonfuls of devotion, yet most of the time she fails to identify the strange matter he puts on their gold-rimmed plates—is it truly edible, or is it actually an unidentifiable spell, mangled beyond repair and recognition?

Quite difficult it is, having to come up with excuses whenever he made dinner and paired it with whispered words ancient—whispers to candles of colorful flame. After all, is it really possible for one not to run out of ideas?

But despite it all, things were perfect as is. It's truly the little things.

+ MASTERLIST

©𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙨

#obey me #obey me fanfic #obey me nightbringer #obey me swd #om! shall we date #shall we date? obey me!#om! swd #om! solomon #solomon obey me #swd solomon #shall we date solomon #obmswd #obmnb #obey me shall we date #the story factory

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crescent-co · 1 year

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Spooky nightmare mangle time

Mangle my beloved <3

#fnaf #mangle #mangle fnaf #fnaf mangle #nightmare mangle

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fnafagainstmodernfnaf · 8 months

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Hello everyone, I’m sure your aware that on 9/12 our blog went radio silent. This is due to the fact that our beloved Mod Nightmare Mangle, passed away in a car crash that very day. We love all our fans despite my behavior, and I apologize for the things I’ve said. I meant no will ill, but that does not excuse my behavior. Every day since then, I’ve lived in regret of how I had been treating them. Mod Mangle, Billie, was one of my closest friends despite our disputes. We will start posting soon again maybe and I hope this blog can be a memento of the kind soul we lost on 9/12, never forget. -Mod Freddy Fazbear🎩

#fnaf #fnaf security breach #fnafagainstmodernfnaf #fnaf sb #askblog #ask blog #ask box open #freddy fazbear #fnaf 1 #send asks

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deputygonebye · 1 month

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@wexarethewalkingxdead asked: ❛ you hit me! ❜

Toxic Relationships Sentence Starters || Rick Grimes

Fact broke the silence; the crackle of burned trees, the lift of dark smoke over clouds. Hushed the calls and chirps of birds, the songs of crickets hidden within the grasses, the frolic of wild deer between bush and briar. Dried pine leaves crushed underfoot, boots that had carried beyond the outskirts of a family farm, the boarder of fence and woodlands. Hershel's farm was no more. A memory more than a home, its barn burnt down but the road just near it still standing. Stable and secure - separated by small cracks to the gravel - safer than what waited back at the empty farm. A horde unlike any other; scattered bone and frayed flesh, persons considered family and friend. A graveyard that had yet to have its holes dug, rather above the dirt than six feet beneath, the exact place that Shane knew he would've ended up. Should've, would've, the tides turned in his favor for mercy but not quite finished. Judas not free; Cain unmarked.

Rick shattered the quiet. Louder than his steps did, his voice a growl, an animal wounded beyond the physical. More than just tattered clothes, the stains upon pants and the muck clung to old shoes. Conversation meant to be saved for later, recent events changed the entire game, the plan that had been enacted unsaid. Away from the rest of the group - surrounded by a fire that slowly dimmed - just the two of them, Shane and Rick. Features contorted into something hideous, bared teeth and snarl made Rick appear almost monstrous. A horrible picture for a beloved brother; obscene amongst shadows. A sight that was comparable to a nightmare. Powerful enough to turn Shane cold, his breath stolen from his lungs, the wind knocked out.

Protected by trees alone, their overhanging branches, Shane backed himself up further, kept as much space between himself and Rick as nature would allow. Elders Mill Road painted on a sign faded in white, several paces back from the way the group came, cars lined up. There was nowhere to run; all places to hide either charred or broken. Left temple colored still in purple bruises, shaped to Rick's fist, nose and the bridge were hued red. Fallen from chin to neck also, a stream colored crimson noted Shane as murderer. Akin to a rabid mutt, lips curled, unsure of the next move to be played either against or for him. Scared, afraid, suffocated upon the hatred; terrified for what had become of them. Brothers torn apart - Shane and Rick stranded at the edge of agony, apart but not so together.

"What the hell do you call what you did then, man?" Shane snapped, baritone a mangled cry, a wounded beast's wail. "You busted my damn teeth in!"

Shane sobbed, choked by the tension, tired of the unease. "What? You come back to finish what you started? You gonna punch me again, Rick, huh? Ain't no Randall to get in your way now. Come on. You wanna hit me? You wanna beat me like a dog? Come do it! Ain't got no farm to worry about. That's long passed. You got some shit you wanna get off your chest? Bring it on. Let's go! Just get it over with, Rick. I... I can't stand this. Just do it. Just fucking do it!"

#wexarethewalkingxdead #Muse || Rick Grimes #Judge and Executioner || Post Apocalypse Era #Verse || Alternative Universe #Location || Elders Mill Road #// HAHAHA #// This HURT so much to write!#// I hate when our boys fight like this :(

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