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ricky-tiki-tah · 3 months

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Glamrock Freddy Through The Ball-pit AU

It’s a twist on GlamMike, time-travel fix-it, cc lives blah blah so on and so forth. It’s long so it’s under the cut :)

At some point after Security Breach (the Vanny ending where he gets disassembled) Glamrock Freddy falls into a decommissioned ball-pit an a storage room. His AI is tuned into a light blue lightning bolt charm and lands on the other side.

About a week before the cc(Evan)’s bday party, Michael(13) is in the ball pit and finds the Freddy AI charm. He sticks it on a string and wears it cuz he thinks it looks cool.

Freddy in the charm works sort of like a ghost and Mike starts hearing random whispers of Freddy throughout the week leading up to the party. Over that week, Freddy is working on where he is and how he can communicate with Michael.

Freddy has been catching glimpses of the outside world through Mike’s eyes through the week, but never tried to take control until Evan’s head was about to be shoved into Fredbear’s mouth. Recognizing the danger, Freddy shoves his way to the front and takes control of Mike’s body.

Freddy stays in control until that night, keeping an eye on Evan(7). Mike freaks out when he finally has control back and locks himself in his room to figure out what the heck happened to him. Mike and Freddy talk a lot over about a week in self imposed isolation.

The events of FNAF 4 (Evan’s nightmares) happen the week after the prevented Bite of ‘83 while Mike had locked himself in his room. It’s actually his terrified screaming that draws Mike/Freddy out. By then the two have come to a shaky agreement to share control of their body and try (mostly Freddy) to comfort Evan.

With Freddy’s influence, Mike is nicer to his siblings. The kid is influenced a lot by the people he hangs out with, becoming a bully with his bully friends (who don’t talk to him much after “he chickened out”), then being kinder with Freddy in copilot seat.

Evan is around them the most, ever since they helped him with his nightmares. He can easily tell the difference between Michael and Freddy. Freddy is more upbeat and wears brighter colors, while Mike is quieter and prefers darker colors.

Freddy doesn’t really know much about the history of Fazbear Entertainment so he’s not much help with any future perspective. Mike(Freddy) can occasionally be heard humming or singing songs that haven’t come out yet though.

Charlie Emily(11) is killed a couple months after the foiled bite, locked out of her own birthday party. She goes on to inhabit the puppet.

Elizabeth dies about a year later at Circus Baby’s at 9 years old. She haunts Baby.

Over the next year, William kills five kids and stuffs them in the suits, his Remnant research underway.

When Mike turns 16, they take a now 10 year old Evan and run. William had been distant ever since Elizabeth “disappeared” and Freddy is suspicious. It isn’t hard to convince Michael that he could take better care of the brothers away from the Afton house. They hole up in an empty house on the outskirts of Hurricane, ruling out Henry Emily on the basis that William would look there first if he went searching for them.

Freddy takes driver seat a lot of the time, getting Mike a job at the nearest grocery store. He also helps Mike homeschool Evan.

Mike gets his first Freddy job at 17 in ‘87(fnaf 2). There he meets Jeremy Fitzgerald(19) who is working day shift and needs a place to stay. Freddy thoroughly vets him before they offer him a room at their house.

Freddy tells Jeremy to be careful around the animatronics. Jeremy is still bit, but it’s his shoulder and he promptly resigns, picking up a different job as a pizza delivery boy to pay for the motorcycle he wants.

When the pizzeria closes, not long after the bite, Mike starts searching for William while going back to the grocery store.

When Mike is 24 (‘94), he sneaks back into the Afton house and finds suspicious notes about the Sister Location. He gets a job there.

Freddy is unable to stop them from being scooped, but due to being fused with his AI for so long, Mike isn’t as affected by Ennard. He’s still missing some organs, he’ll never age past 24, and there’s no way he’ll be eating ever again; but he doesn’t decay and is able to eventually heal, it just takes more time than is normal. He’s covered in bandages for almost a whole year after that incident.

A few years later (‘96) Evan takes the night shift at Freddy’s Pizzeria (fnaf 1), and later (‘97) Mike takes one at Fazbear Frights (fnaf 3).

Mike does take the job at the Pizzeria Simulator (fnaf 6) which I’m setting closer to the early 2000s (‘04 maybe?). He takes the exit route Henry has left open and returns to Evan and Jeremy with Helpy in tow.

Security Breach is set closer to 2010-15. Freddy isn’t sure how he feels seeing his former self on stage again, especially as he’s explained to Mike that they need to find Gregory before Vanny does. Mike is pissed the pizzeria fire didn’t end William like they thought it did.

Gregory goes through the night with them and the animatronic Freddy, going home with them while the Pizza Plex burns down.

Other random notes:

Freddy pushes their hair out of their face, often pinning it back, while Mike tends to let it flop in their face. Freddy has been known to pull it into two little ponytails and call them his bear ears

Mike already had his ears pierced, but Freddy got one more to match the one he had as an animatronic.

Mike is nearsighted and needs glasses, but Freddy doesn’t so Mike refuses to get glasses, instead having Freddy read anything far away if he needs to.

Mike’s eyes are blue-grey, when Freddy is driving his eyes turn an electric blue. The glow in the dark slightly.

The Freddy’s charm glows blue very faintly when he’s talking to Mike when not in control.

They randomly twitch and stutter, due to one of them being a robot. Mike tries to hide or suppress it most of the time, but Freddy doesn’t bother with hiding it.

Mike chews gum almost constantly, to distract from the fact he can’t eat, and so he doesn’t chew on their nails (painted electric blue and black).

All the Aftons are neurodivergent. Evan’s autistic, Elizabeth had ADHD, and Michael is AuDHD. Haven’t decided on William yet but he ain’t neurotypical.

Mike has a different mother than his younger two siblings, and he’s half Mexican. His mom is never mentioned (she didn’t die, just left after Mike was born cuz she didn’t want kids) and Ballora is made for William’s second wife, Clara.

Mike is 5’9”, Evan ends up being 6’0”, and Jeremy is 5’11”.

Mike doesn’t physically or mentally age after being scooped, but it takes them a while to figure that out since Freddy’s never aged in the first place.

Evan has glasses.

Mike always refuses to wear the black pants that comes with the security guard outfit, instead wearing his trademark hole-y jeans.

While they both dislike being shorter than Evan, Mike sees it as one thing he doesn’t have in common with William. Freddy just sees it as a hindrance in reaching the top shelf.

Jeremy is a gay trans dude, and has a mullet and dyslexia.

Mike is queer ace. Freddy’s doesn’t particularly care about any of that(being an AI), and they use He/Him and They/Them pronouns because they’re two guys in one body. They also tend to refer to themselves as ‘we’.

Evan’s aroace. He’d much rather figure out the secrets behind his father’s robots.

That’s the scoop!

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shyvioletcat · 7 months

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ROWAELIN MONTH: DAY 29

~ Firsts (date/kiss/time/child/etc) ~

Look what's back! I'm not going to ruin the surprise by telling you what first this is, but I hope you enjoy it. As always, this one AU comes with an 18 + warning for smut.

I Wish You Would Masterlist

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“Close your eyes.”

The words were whispered by her ear and the sentiments encouraged with a kiss right below it. Aelin shivered, her skin pebbling from the gentle caress of breath and the anticipation of what would happen if she did as Rowan asked. He kissed her again, this time her neck, over and over until Aelin couldn’t help but sigh.

Then Rowan rose over her, leaning in close enough for lips to brush but not quite kiss. “Come on, love.”

“What do I get?” Aelin’s hand ran over his bare shoulder, stopping when she reached the edge of his hair. They were both utterly bare, a sheet haphazardly draped wherever it pleased. They were spending a lazy, mid week morning in bed. Aelin had edits to do but Rowan was on that blessed sabbatical between books. He had the time, Aelin didn’t, but she wasn’t going to waste an opportunity to waste away some an hour or so under Rowan’s undivided attention.

“That’s for me to know,” a sweet kiss that left her wanting more. “And for you to find out.”

With one final look into Rowan’s green eyes, Aelin finally did as he requested. The world dimmed and she frowned when every remnant of Rowan vanished. She didn’t like this and missed the closeness of his body. Maybe if she just took the tiniest peek she could find him, touch him.

“If you open your eyes, you’ll get nothing until tonight,” Rowan told her, like he was able to read her mind.

“Bastard,” she huffed, making her boyfriend chuckle.

Patience was not a virtue Aelin possessed, but it seemed Rowan wanted to play a game. She would try and have some to go along with it for him, she was gracious like that. There was shuffling of sheets and then the world dimmed just a little more. She could sense that Rowan was braced above her and still not touching her. Aelin was about to demand he do something when there was a ghost of a breath on her neck. Instantly every sense went on high alert as anticipation took over. There was a featherlight brush of Rowan’s lips over her pulse and then the fingers that tickled through the valley of her breasts nearly made her jump. As he laughed Rowan kissed her. When he pulled away Aelin chased after him, but she didn’t open her eyes. She wasn’t looking to ruin his amusement, she knew he was having fun.

“Stay still, Aelin,” Rowan said.

She knew she was in for it now. There was a smiling edge to his voice. Aelin tried to relax into the mattress, it was hard to do while trying to predict what Rowan would do next. He dragged his fingers the same path that they’d travelled before, right down the centre of her chest. Rowan did that a few times, then added his thumb to sweep over the curve of her breast. That teasing touch had Aelin humming her approval and in the hope that it would encourage him to do more. It did, and Rowan returned to her neck, kissing and nipping. Aelin fisted her hands in the sheets to prevent her from breaking Rowan’s command. Then his hand was moving downward, making long sweeps and getting a little lower each time. This was an exercise in perseverance and Aelin was holding on by a thread. Especially when his fingers dipped even lower finally about to graze over—

The sound of the door bell had Aelin’s eyes snapping open, finding Rowan already looking at her.

“Leave it,” Aelin said, hips pushing up to encourage Rowan to keep going.

“It’s probably my author’s copy.” Rowan sounded pained. “I can’t.”

The bell rang again and Rowan swore. He was in no state to answer the door, the person making the delivery would cop quite the eyeful. Aelin growled, rolling out of bed and grabbing a t-shirt.

“What are you doing?” Rowan asked.

Aelin yanked the shirt so that her head popped out of the collar. “You can’t answer the door, you’ll take someone’s eye out with that thing.”

She pointed to his raging erection, leaving him laughing as she hurried to the door. Rowan lived in a tidy little town house but it was still a race to the front door—Aelin nearly tripped rushing down the stairs. Opening the front door she saw the postie was returning to his bike, Rowan’s package in hand.

“Wait!” She called out, darting down the three concrete steps of the porch.

The postman turned, and their eyes went wide. It was very easy to piece together what had kept Aelin inside so long. Dressed in a man’s shirt, hair a mess, and she wouldn’t be surprised if there was a hickey on her neck.

“Just sign here,” the postie said, politely averting his eyes.

Aelin took the device and scribbled away on the little screen and then was handed the package. It looked like Rowan was right judging by the weight and shape of it. This was his copy of his brand spanking new book. Aelin pulled the hem of her borrowed shirt down when she got to the steps, making sure her ass was covered as she nearly bounded back to the front door. She loved it when her new books arrived, it was always a thrill to see a story printed and bound. It was safe to assume Rowan would feel the same.

Shutting the front door with her foot, Aelin turned the package over in her hands. Rowan had been very secretive about this book and it had her curious as to what was hiding inside. When she got to the top of the landing she pulled the tab, ripping the cardboard packaging down the side. She almost reached in and pulled the entire book out, but in the end she stopped herself. Receiving an author's copy was sacred and even though she was nosy and maybe a little obnoxious, Aelin wouldn’t take this moment away from him.

Aelin stepped into Rowan’s bedroom, the morning light giving it a soft, warm glow. He was still lying in bed, gloriously naked and smiling at her.

“Your book came,” Aelin said, waving the package in her hand.

Rowan sat up a little bit. “How do you know?”

Aelin shrugged as she sat on the bed. “I may have had a tiny peek.”

“You opened my book?” There was an unexpected edge to his voice but Aelin supposed she deserved it.

She handed him the book but he was already pulling it from her hand, looking slightly panicked for no apparent reason.

“I did think about opening it, but,” Aelin gave an apologetic grimace. “Author sense kicked in and I thought better of it.”

Rowan shot her a chiding look and just straight up ripped open the rest of the cardboard packaging in two. Aelin watched intently, seeing a red cover and a hint of gold lettering. The book fell open in his hands and he thumbed through until he got to the front pages. His eyes darted over the words and judging from where in the book he was Aelin assumed it was the dedication page or maybe the table of contents. Rowan snapped the book shut, flipping round so that it faced Aelin the right way up.

“Have a look,” he told her.

Aelin took the book without taking her eyes off the man in front of her. There was something going here and she had no idea what it was. She was the schemer, and she felt out of her depth when it was turned on her. Her fingers ran over the embossed cover, tracing of the elegant design Rowan had chosen. The title was The Flame Princess, and it looked like it wasn’t related to any of his previous works. Aelin started at the beginning, reading the title page, glancing over the publishing information, the list of other books Rowan had written. And then she got to the dedication.

For Aelin. I love you. To whatever end.

Aelin’s heart was beating so hard she could hear it in her ears. Eight words had altered her world just like that, and she read them over and over until she knew each letter by heart. Rowan had a way with words, it was what made him such a good writer. But flowery words weren’t needed here, because as the man that held her heart this is who he was. Open and direct, an honest man who wanted to tell the whole world how he felt. The simplicity took nothing away from the sentiments. It was perfect.

“You love me,” Aelin said, her cheeks aching from her wide smile.

“I do, Aelin,” Rowan said, bringing himself level with her face. “And I want the whole world to know it.”

She looked back down at the book, the page blurring as her eyes misted over. Her fingers ran over the words, this moment would live in her memories forever. Aelin knew that she loved him back, she had just been searching for the right time to tell him. Nothing seemed right and thank Mala she had waited so that they could have this moment instead. Looking up and blinking away the tears Aelin found Rowan watching her, something shy about his expression. Aelin put the book on the nightstand with reverence, leaving her hands free to cup his face.

“I love you, too,” she told him, her heart leaping at the blinding smile Rowan gave her. “How could I not, when you’re ready to declare it to the whole world.”

“Aelin.”

Her name was the only warning before Rowan pounced, easily pulling her beneath him. Aelin had kept her hands on his cheeks and used that leverage to bring him down for a kiss. With every caress of their lips the words were reiterated.

I love you, I love you, I love you.

But Aelin couldn’t resist, she had to say it aloud again. “I love you, Rowan Whitethorn.”

Rowan brushed their noses together. “I love you, Aelin Galathynius. To whatever end.”

Hearing those words Aelin’s heart felt like it was about to burst from her chest. She would never tire of hearing it.

“Now,” Rowan said with a brazen smile. “Where were we?”

“Oh, gods.” Aelin choked out. He wasted no time, Rowan took up exactly where they had left off.

His fingers slid to her very centre before dragging up to her clit. Aelin’s moan shuddered out of her, Rowan swallowing the sounds. He teased her, driving her mad because he withheld just enough to keep her on the edge of release. He relented, just a little, but not enough.

Rowan’s fingers played at her entrance and his thumb pressed down on her clit, making her ache for him in the best way.

“Rowan,” her voice was a breathless whisper. “I wanna come.”

Aelin was impressed that she managed to get the words out her brain was so frazzled. Rowan adding a finger inside her didn’t help the matter.

“But where, Aelin?” Rowan’s mouth was an insistent weight on her neck.

“What?” She asked, hips moving in time with his taunting fingers.

“Where do you want to come?” Rowan kissed the hollow of Aelin’s throat, downward to the centre of her chest, and then she whimpered embarrassingly when his teeth closed over a taut nipple through the fabric of his shirt.

Aelin wondered why and hated that she was still dressed, what a disaster. Without the godsdamned she would be able to feel Rowan's teeth and the warmth of his mouth.

“Aelin,” Rowan said, his thumb circling the nerves at the apex of her thighs, like that could wring an answer from her.

And through some miracle it did.

“Your cock, Rowan,” Aelin decided. “I want you inside me. Please.”

Rowan gave her a single kiss. “Anything for the woman I love.”

When Rowan drew back to get a condom Aelin took the opportunity to get rid of the t-shirt. She flopped back onto the pillows, waiting, knowing that Rowan loved her like this. Naked and sprawled in his bed. Foil tore and Rowan rolled the condom on himself while Aelin slid a leg either side of him. She watched as his gaze darkened further as he took in every part of her that was on display. His hands started at her ankles, then pressed their way up her body, touching and feeling everywhere that had fire sparking in her blood.

They were eye to eye now, and Aelin draped her arms over his shoulders and back. “You love me? Then show me.”

“I’ll fuck you so well it’s the only thing you remember,” Rowan said.

Before Aelin could think of some smartass remark to make in return, Rowan rolled his hips and pushed into her until he had nothing left to give. She moaned his name before he started moving and intelligible words were beyond her. Rowan’s thrusts were slow but thorough, her body shuddering with each one. Aelin clung to him, one hand buried in his hair and the other clawed into his back.

“I love you,” Rowan whispered harshly, his voice giving away that he was just as wrecked as she was. “You are it for me, Aelin. I’ll never love anyone like I love you.”

“Oh, Rowan,” Aelin gasped. “I love you so much.”

“Are you close, Aelin?” He asked. “Is that the only thing you remember? My name and that you love me?”

“Yes, Rowan—” Aelin moaned as her body surrendered to the feel of him. “I love you.”

Rowan groaned and her core pulsed, her release right there, just out of reach. His hand coasted over her body until it reached her thigh. Rowan’s fingers splayed in a broad grip, slanting their bodies together so he hit deeper.

With absolute tenderness, Rowan kissed her. Like she was the most precious thing in the world. “I want to hear you say that forever.”

Gentle was not what Aelin wanted right now, even as her heart flipped in her chest. “Harder, I need it,” she begged.

Rowan gave it to her. He angled his hips to apply the right kind of pressure where she needed it. Each thrust was precise and only took a few more before Aelin was breaking apart. She came, moaning from deep in her throat and then the babbling took over.

“I love you, I love you,” Aelin repeated the words over and over until her racing heart began to slow.

Rowan’s hips stilled and he groaned into Aelin’s neck. They both went limp, Rowan had the care to roll off her before he collapsed completely. Aelin wasn’t so gracious. She twisted so that she lay on him, her ear pressed right over his heart. A heart that belonged to her. Aelin kissed Rowan’s bare skin, feeling the flushed warmth on her lips. His hand found its way to her hair, brushing it aside so he could see her properly.

Aelin looked up at her boyfriend, her very handsome boyfriend who loved her. She couldn’t wait until his new book came out and all his readers could see those words and know what a wonderful man she had the privilege of calling her own. It might even deter some of the more avid fangirls. That thought made her laugh, and she tried to muffle the sound on Rowan’s chest.

“What is it?” He asked, a thumb grazing over her cheek.

“When that book comes out you’re going to break some hearts,” Aelin told him.

His brows furrowed. “Why?”

Aelin propped herself up on his chest, tracing the patterns of his tattoos. “Because you love me, and just me. All those girls who have been fawning over you will finally know where your heart lies.”

Rowan chuckled, catching her hand and laying it over said heart. “With you.”

“Just so you know, I won’t be outdone by this, your little declaration,” Aelin said. “I’ll have to think of something more… something better.”

“I look forward to it,” Rowan said, sounding all too pleased by the challenge she had set herself. “So. Through my words and deeds, have I given you sufficient declarations of my love for you?”

Aelin pushed herself up and brushed back Rowan’s hair, contemplating her answer. Then she smirked at him before she kissed him deeply, leaving him breathless when she broke away just enough to give him her answer. “Not quite yet, I think I need a few more. Just to be sure.”

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These two make me so happy

@rowaelinscourt

#rowaelin month #rowaelin month 2023 #I wish you would

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heavenfell-au · 8 days

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✦ Memory Lane contest results ✦

First off, I want to thank the people that partook in the contest ! I can hardly imagine having to pick only one scene from my own story, so kudos to each one of you for managing to do it !

Now, without further ado, here's the first submission that was submitted on Discord, realized by Arplenoon !

« TW: Blood, injury, disturbing imagery

I got into Undertale and read Heavenfell back around 2020 and early 2021. There were a lot of things that happened to me in that time that deeply hurt me, separate from the anxiety of the pandemic, but probably had been brought on by it's pressures. Needless to say, I was having it rough. Abandoned, stalked and harassed by my former friends, I let my mind escape into Undertale AUs. Undertale AUs let me forget about myself. Going to work was hard. I'd sit in the breakroom, curled up, trying not to let my thoughts consume me- and often failing. It was during that time, huddled in one of the bigger chairs at work, I read Heavenfell every day for a week.

It was cathartic for me, and helped me process a lot of what I was going through. Even though I wasn't anywhere close to the same situation Frisk found themself in, the scenes where they spiraled in thoughts about their life on the surface resonated with me- Because that was me, tormented by the same demons. Someone knew what I was going through, and I wasn't alone.

I can confidently say that because of that I'm still here today.

Thank you. »

I can already tell you that this hits hard. You've selected a scene from Their Wings that hits very close to home, and I absolutely adore the way you've depicted Frisk's torments, which each bone digging into them carved with words that the ghosts of their past said, cutting them through and through. I love the fact that those bones, along with the vivid red of their clothes, blood and their soul tearing apart pop out against the darkness that surrounds them, all that that giant skeletal hands are craddling them in their palms, giving the sensation that they're at the mercy of death itself as they scream in absolute despair, or in that case, Sans if not both of the skeleton brothers. I really appreciate that we can also see the remnants of Flowey, illustrated here, reminding us the impact of his loss in the story, that he was Frisk's guardian but also their best friend, leaving them stranded in their time of need. There are so many little details here and there that tell about that specific part of Frisk's story, making such an impactful delivery of the message, alongside with the silhouettes that haunt them in their turmoil, ever so faded and yet, very present.

For the technique, it's an amazing artpiece made with watercolors. It's such a difficult media for me to handle, and it's always so mesmerizing to see you realize one of them, and this time, having to handle with so many shades of black. I wish I had an ounce of patience and technique that you have when handling that medium, making me all the more admirative of your craft. The execution is great, for the colors are vibrant against the deep shades of black, and I'm always admirative of people that are able to use that paint type without their paper curling, which requires some type of preparation and knowledge ! The result of this gorgeous illustration, with that particular attention to the red and white colors clashing with the deep black makes it absolutely chilling and nerve-wracking, even more so with how well you illustrated Frisk's agony. You could almost hear their screams. Gorgeous, I'm devouring this work of art. It is delicious.

Next submission is from Cao-the-Dreamer on Tumblr !

« « More like “Adorable Dog” for me ! » you said.

My entry for #HeavenfellContest2024 by @heavenfell-au ! I choose the scene in chapter 15 (Sweet Brothers), where Frisk meets A.D. :3 Whenever I think of Their Wings, it is the first scene that comes to my mind. Is it because I love animals? Because it was a moment of fluff and peace amidst Frisk's painful journey? I think it's both. And yes, the dog is adorable <3

I've been working with shadow puppets for a while now, and I decided to try my hand with Eowyn's characters. I really liked the result! (I've been inspired by Michel Ocelot's works) :3

Here is le théâtre d'ombre in broad daylight: »

You know what ? Seeing your submission made me smile so much ! A.D is such a good pupper and I'm so glad it got to get the spotlight ! (badumtss)

It is such a lovely take on their proper encounter, and the way you portrayed it is so simple, yet so effective and I absolutely love it, for it provides that vision of their bonding experience, as A.D remembered what Frisk did to save its life, and was willing to give them a chance in return. And the way they're staring deep into each other's gaze is so precious and tender, you know what the energy it gives me ? How to train your Dragon vibes, with Hiccup and Toothless having that very unique and special bond. That's what it makes me think of, and the fact that you picked that very tiny scene, for the reasons you mentioned, I'm fucking tearing up at this. I just adore your portrayal of their friendship, and how you selected a simple moment of peace and love in that dark and painful story of Their Wings.

You know what else amazed me ? The medium you used for your submission ! I love how you took the risk to use another type of media, to experience with shadow puppets. Looking back at Michel Ocelot's work, I can definitely see the inspiration, and it's such a nice way to make a tribute to another amazing artist ! I have never experimented with shadow puppets myself, to be honest, I've never thought of it being an option, and that submission was a very pleasant surprise ! I'm very happy you got to choose that medium, despite your drawing talents, I absolutely love people trying out things and taking the risk in a contest itself even ! As I stated above, it is even moreso unique, and the execution is fantastic. The simplicity makes it all the more enjoyable, for such a simple scene, putting all the energy into the characters and the formation of their friendship, all put together thanks to the light source that gives into that intimate atmosphere. Plus, I can tell that while it is a simple looking result, it must have taken a lot of time having to carve and assemble all the pieces together, without counting the measuring, the placements and the light play. Un grand bravo for this artwork, it definitely lingered on my mind for the rest of the day when I've laid my eyes on it.

Last submission by victenSam !

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« The illustration in Chapter 5 – Sweet Trap was one the first scenes that stuck with me, I enjoy the happy vibes. I brought it to life with minor dramatic liberties taken to spice up this short cutscene while still maintaining the overall feel. A paragraph done old-school video-game style, all recorded within a game engine. A happy moment that preludes the turning point of the story.

Reading through Heavenfell felt really inspiring to me. They really put it all in not just the writing, but in all the illustrations, character designs and singing. Not to mention how they’re rocking it in 3D modelling outside Heavenfell as well! This sincere multimedia externalization brought into the fan-work amazed me and helped me give myself a bit of a push to keep pursuing and learning things to hone my own craft. Unfortunately, due to the nature of both game development and making, it became quite a solitary effort on my part. And so, as both a way to honor their work and apply what I’ve been learning, I decided to make a game related entry within the schedule and theme of this contest. I honestly didn’t think I could pull something like this off; I’m glad I tried and I’m happy with the results.

There’s modelling, texturing, sound design, music, coding and directing all creatively put together only by myself just for this piece of animation. I leaned a lot of new things and tested whole new methods and theories in the making of the cutscene. I could go into a lot of details on how every element came together, but I’ll leave that open for any questions that come my way to avoid huge tangents. I hope you all enjoy this little piece of memory. »

Wow.

Just... Wow.

For sure, that one got me gobsmacked. And if the previous submission hadn't gotten me smiling like an idiot, I found myself in absolute awe and I hardly repressed the giggle at the end ! I was breathtaken by the pressing atmosphere until the very moment that those two friends finally let go of the fear and laughed it out, finding myself to do the same, letting go of a breath that I hadn't realized I had stuck in my throat. The fact that you've taken so much time to not just illustrate, but make an entire animation had me floored !! It definitely reminded me of that one illustration that I made myself about that specific scene where Flowey and Frisk were laughing in relief, laying in the snow. That was such a nice little reference, and that made me smile even more! That was a very interesting scene that you picked, all the more heartbreaking knowing what comes afterwards, and that makes me cherish that moment all the more. There was so much nostalgy that I felt there, even felt myself mourning all over again, that was a very strange experience, but I welcome it. Thank you so much for showing Flowey the love he deserved <3

Oh god, there's so much to tell. It is truly a work of art. There's so many mediums put into play there, as you said, there was modeling, there was texturing, sound design and music, and even coding. I also can imagine the storyboard to create the scenes, and all of those details that we happen to forget at times, just so you can render a cutscene of my written story. Truly, I was not only floored by the story telling through your eyes, but by the amount of work you put into this ! It was an amazing surprise to see that kind of work appear for this contest, you're a very talented content creator and this animation is proof of it, knowing that it was made in a game mechanic mind. I lack the words to say how good the technique is for it exceeds anything that I ever imagined. Watching it over and over again, I keep hoping that someday, you get to make an entire game, or even to be hired because there's an incredible potential in you ! It's inspiring seeing how much of your blood and sweat were put into this in record time, I could never hope to do anything like that myself, making me all the more admirative. My best kudos to you, Sam, and thank you for honouring my work this way. <3

That's all for the submissions for Memory Lane. I'm extremely glad that you three had participated, though it feels unfair now to judge your creations when there were only so many participants, which made it harder for me to make decisions, as curious as it is. I've been wondering whether I just let go of the Prize system to give you all the same one, but it kind of goes against a contest, doesn't it ? So I'll still announce the results. Know that each one of your creations made me feel a certain type of way, and I cherished every single one of them. For different reasons, you all deserved the first place, but rules being the rules, I had to be realistic, which is why the importance of technique was there.

So comes to third place, Arplenoon, with his heart-wrenching painting !

To the second place comes Cao the Dreamer, with a very moving shadow puppet !

And the first place goes to victenSAM with his breathtaking cutscene !!

Since I wanted to thank you personally for giving my contest a chance, you all will have an extra in your prizes, as a way to find a middle ground with my prior tug of war <3 Thank you so much for the amount of love you gave to this project. I'll come in contact with you so we can discuss the prize shipping and all the like !

I'll also be reblogging the artpieces posted on tumblr for everyone to enjoy !

#HeavenfellContest2024 #Memory Lane #heavenfell #heavenfell au #gift #arplenoon #cao-the-dreamer #victenSAM #contest results #their wings

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thebangtancloud · 2 years

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"Can I... borrow some clothes?" ~ Jeon Jungkook

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

genre: fluff, occasional angst, non-idol au.

word count: 4,006

warnings: curse words

Summary: It's not every day that you open the door to a half-naked man telling you that someone robbed him at the beach. Maybe it was just the sight of his abs - perhaps it was his damp hair falling over his forehead, but you let him in.

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Maybe.

Just maybe.

If the distant knock had reached your ears just a minute later than it did, you wouldn't have been as angry as you were.

But holy shit.

Now Christopher - the super-hot dude from the book that you had to put away, who was just moments away from pulling Danielle into a kiss, their very first kiss, right up against her kitchen counter while she held a dainty glass half-filled with white wine - would have to wait.

You've got some problems to deal with now.

It didn't matter if you weren't the one holding the glass of wine - neither was it much of an issue when the can of Pepsi that you crushed with a dangerous growl went flying towards the wooden door of the cottage that you had rented out for two weeks.

Who had the audacity to interrupt your self-care routine?

Who?

It couldn't be the delivery guy who had scowled at your attitude when he dropped off your pizza twenty minutes later than it had indicated on the app.

Neither could it be the most irritating woman you had ever met in your life who wouldn't hesitate to squeeze her way through your front door to see if you had something nice in the kitchen to eat. Neighbors just had a knack for being nosy and pathetic.

If not, then who?

And why were you even entertaining a man who had been knocking at your door at six-fifteen in the evening when all you had planned to do was rest your feet up against the wall with your book in one hand and the love of your life - your beloved bbq beef and mushroom pizza - in the other?

You had to take a solid moment to find out.

A man, young with a dashing body, stood rather awkwardly when you opened the door not even a minute after he had knocked on it. His hands, long and almost entirely covered with a tattoo sleeve, rested gently against his crotch, a black and quite tight-fitting boxer shorts protecting his dignity loyally beneath his trembling fingers.

His legs were folding in on themselves - partly due to the cold and mainly due to the embarrassment of having a complete stranger staring down at him as though he was a meal ready to be eaten.

"Ma'am..." he trailed off with a slight croak, immediately straightening up and clearing his throat after sounding like he had a frog lodged into his airway. "Can I..."

"Mister," your gaze flitted up to meet his in a single blink. "What is wrong with you?"

"I-" he choked, desperately looking around and pointing a shaky hand to the narrow road that led him to you. "I got robbed!"

"They..." you trailed your eyes over his half-naked body, "stripped you?"

The man shook his head gingerly with a gulp.

"No, I was at the beach. I... I went in for a swim. I saw these two boys take my things with them and I was too far to catch up."

"Heh," you held in a laugh.

"Okay. So? This isn't the police station, for your information."

"I-I know," he stammered, briefly looking to the floor and scratching at his eyebrow. "I just... ack!"

You kept your gaze steady when both of his hands flew up to hold his right eye, his upper body bending forward in pain.

"Ugh, the water went into my eye! Gah - why does it burn so much?"

For just a fleeting moment, you caught sight of his tense muscles, bunched up yet quite defined and glistening with remnants of what could be the water from the ocean, or his sweat.

The latter sounded weirdly sexier.

Maybe.

Just maybe, it was because the man who stood before you resembled the character in your book that you were thirsting over not even five minutes ago.

Maybe it was because it had been way too long since you'd laid your eyes on a gorgeous young man like this stranger himself.

"The ocean water tends to be salty."

He squinted up at you through one eye. "Huh?"

"It burns," you pointed to his wet hair, "because the ocean water is salty."

"Oh...yeah."

For an embarrassingly long minute, neither of you spoke. The thought of letting said man into your cottage didn't even strike you until he subtly tried to pull at the tight fabric of his boxers - hoping you wouldn't notice the unease with which he stood outside your door.

"Can I...borrow some clothes?"

"You want to..." you raised a tentative hand to rest against your lower lip, "borrow some of my clothes?"

"Please," he spoke, this time sounding slightly more desperate.

"I'll leave as soon as I have something to wear. It's embarrassing to walk around like...this."

"Hmm..." you gave it a thought. "Where are you from?"

"Huh?"

"Where are you from?"

"From here," he pointed to the floor as if it made any sense. "Korea."

"Where in Korea?"

"Seoul. I mean - I live in Seoul. I'm from Busan."

"Ah," you nodded. Maybe you'd have to force yourself to look into his eyes because now that he was standing upright, his abs were certainly looking even more heavenly.

"Have you been here before?"

The man shook his head. "I've been wanting to visit Deokjeokdo Island for a while. This is my first time here."

"Are you here alone?"

"What's with all the questions?" For the first time, his resolve cracked, a scoff of disbelief sounding from his throat as he looked to the side with a huff. "Are you going to help me or not?"

"You could be a serial killer for all I know," you shrugged casually. "If you're trying to get into my place with ill intentions, I must know at least something about you in case I survive and must file a case against you."

His eyes rounded in surprise, instinctively taking a step back and holding a hand up in the air.

"Ma'am," he spoke with absolute certainty. "I'm almost naked in front of you, I've been running from the beach for the past ten minutes with people staring at me like I've grown three heads - I'm desperate if you didn't figure that out already. All I need is a pair of shorts and a shirt. I'll be gone after that, you have my word."

You folded your arms over your chest, faking a frown and leaning against the doorpost wordlessly.

"I will stand outside," he offered again. "I won't even come in. Just please - for the sake of humanity, lend me a pair of clothes and I'll be eternally grateful to you."

The poor man looked like he was on the verge of tears.

"What's your name?"

"Jungkook," he responded quietly. "Jeon Jungkook."

"Do you read books?"

He held in an exasperated sigh.

"Not really."

Well, damn.

"Do you like wine?"

"Sometimes, but I get drunk quite easily."

"Hmm..." you nodded, taking a few seconds to simply run your eyes over the glorious stranger yet again, rather shamelessly this time.

"Come in."

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"Can I use your phone?"

The man - Jungkook - had finally stepped out of the shower after a good twenty-five minutes. No, he wasn't being too greedy - he was actually being a good guest and listening to your direct instructions of 'staying out of your way for the next twenty minutes so that you could read in peace unless he wanted to make his way to the police station butt naked instead.

Nope, he didn't want that.

He wasn't complaining either. He took his time to scrub the sand out from under his toenails, humming along to a tune that couldn't get out of his head. Jungkook was quick to notice that this place didn't look like a home, a quick glance at your silver suitcase beside the bed made him understand why there were two large filled bottles of Aloe Vera and Cucumber shampoo and conditioner sitting behind a giant glass cabinet.

Since it appeared to be used only once, Jungkook squeezed out a generous amount of shampoo onto his palm, taking a long sniff and only looking back to the door when he heard a slight bang, thinking you'd walked into the bathroom. He got back to his shower without a delay, scrubbing out the smell of the fishy ocean and all of his worries altogether, nourishing his recently dyed black hair with the creamy white conditioner.

When Jungkook noticed that he still had ten minutes to kill, he stepped out onto the balcony that was attached to your bedroom, breathing in the fresh air deeply before looking up to the sky with a deep sigh.

What was he even doing with his life?

Had he listened to his friend's mother who insisted that he got into college before the year began, he'd be halfway into earning a degree that could get him a job. But nope, follow your dreams, right?

Jungkook had been feeling uncomfortable - out of place; if you will. He struggled to watch his friends talk about studying further and acing their classes and the several different internships that they were working for.

Jungkook, on the other hand?

He loved to perform.

Jungkook initially loved what he did. Spending several hours each evening on the streets with his friends - a cheap microphone and a large speaker that he had borrowed from his brother with a promise to pay him back one day - made him feel like he was on top of the world.

That was until he fell into a slump.

Zero motivation to move, his passion no longer visible behind the taunts and sniggers that crawled his way every single morning. He hated it. He hated the looks that his friend's parents would give him. He hated the way his mother would remain oh so silent whenever her upbringing was picked on.

He needed to get away.

And that's just how he found himself nervously fiddling with his fingers upon asking you for a second favor that evening.

"Give them a hand and they take your whole arm."

Jungkook almost felt bad for wanting to roll his eyes at you.

"Kidding," you chuckled lightheartedly, giving him a look. "Damn, is this how men feel when they see a woman wear their clothes?"

"Uh," he nervously touched the edge of the black hoodie that you had given him. "Thanks for this."

"Yeah, no problem," you patted his shoulder on the way to the kitchen. "You can use the telephone that's on the table. I'll get you something warm to drink."

"Thanks," he mumbled under his breath once again.

It's about time he gave a call to his long-lost friend who ditched him at the beach for his on-and-off girlfriend.

"You little shit," Jungkook cursed into the phone, gently ducking and holding a hand over his mouth when he heard you giggle from somewhere in the cottage.

"Where did you disappear?" Jimin wondered out loud. "When I came back, you were gone, and so were your things."

"I got robbed, you bloody idiot," Jungkook scoffed. "I told you to stay by my things. My fuckin' camera is gone!"

"Yo," Jimin gasped defensively. "I told you I was leaving! I was hardly gone for an hour!"

"When did you tell me?"

"When you were swimming. I shouted out as loud as I could and you heard me. You even gave me a thumbs up!"

"When the fuck did I do that?"

"You're cursing an awful lot today, Jungkook," Jimin deadpanned. "Chill, it's only a camera, I'll get you one."

"Only a camera?" Jungkook asked incredulously. "I bought that camera with the money that I earned on the streets! Do you even know how long I saved up to get myself that camera? I even lost my phone and wallet, my license, they took my clothes too!"

"Woah, woah!" Jimin's voice raised in astonishment. "They took your clothes? How did you get out then? You went in with your-"

"Yeah, I know that you dumbass. This is entirely your fault. You better get your ass here and pick me up before I do something I'd regret."

"Damn," Jimin laughed under his breath. "Someone is furious, I see."

"Does any of this sound funny to you? You're with her, aren't you? Bro, you're just inviting trouble. You got to-"

"Stop nagging me," Jimin cut him off. "Text me the location from wherever you're calling me and I'll be there in an hour."

"An hour?! And I can't text you, this is a landline-"

"See ya, Jungkook!"

The line went silent. And so did he.

He contemplated banging the telephone receiver but he was in no position to pay you back for it, so he simply put it back in place - gently - before reaching for his hair and tugging at it violently.

"You might get bald if you do that."

Breathing out shakily, Jungkook put on the best of his fake smiles, releasing his hair while trying not to let you know that he was grinding his teeth in frustration, turning to face you with possibly the third favor that he needed from you that day.

How was he supposed to ask you to let him use your phone? Or even your address? Or to let him stay for at least three hours because he knew for a fact that Jimin wouldn't be here in an hour like he promised.

"Tea," you murmured, placing down a brown serving plate with two mint green ceramic mugs filled with some yellowish liquid and pink flowers floating over the surface.

"Don't ask me what tea this is, I don't know. I found it when I came here and although it tastes like ass... it's good for your health - or so it said on the box."

"Thanks," he murmured, suddenly feeling greatly indebted to you.

"Relax. Stay as long as you need to. And you can use my phone to send your friend the address. You're stressed enough and I couldn't ask you to go fend for yourself in this state. I'm pretty sure you don't even have the money to take a bus."

"Gee, thanks. That makes me feel so much better," Jungkook rolled his eyes at you.

"Am I wrong though?" You smirked. "Your camera, phone, wallet, license...clothes," you eyed his body once again. "All gone. Sheesh."

Jungkook huffed, choosing not to add to the conversation anymore. He settled onto the floor after you did, briefly catching sight of your spiderman socks that he found difficult not to laugh at, gratefully accepting the mug that you offered him.

"You can roast me for these socks, I don't mind," you chuckled, stretching out your legs across the floor and wiggling your toes.

"You're quite observant," he commented lightly. "How do you know everything I'm thinking?"

"It's not too difficult when you almost snorted into the tea, mister," you pointed out. "The only thing that could make you laugh given the circumstances is my socks."

"Well, I guess," he scratched at his hairline with an uncomfortable laugh. "I've never seen a girl wear spiderman socks before."

"I've never seen a guy come to my door half-naked before."

"Touche."

"If you're interested in knowing the story - and since we have some time to kill - I bought these at the airport when I realized I forgot to pack any socks. I usually stuff my socks with chocolates and I'd appreciate it if you don't ask me why, and for some reason, I left that for the last moment and ended up forgetting not just my socks but also my chocolates."

"Oh," Jungkook stifled a laugh. "Wow."

"Yeah. And the socks at the airport are so bloody expensive?! I ended up buying these from the kid's section. In my defense, I didn't expect any guests," you pointed to the man himself with a smug grin, "so I didn't think twice before buying them."

"They're cute," he chuckled, taking a good moment to look at them. "Oh, and I guess I didn't ask for your name."

"Yeah, you didn't," you took a sip of your tea.

"So," he sniffed, raising his mug to his nose, "what's your name?"

"(Y/n), but you can call me your lifesaver."

"Right," he laughed awkwardly, nodding nonetheless. "I mean, yeah, you did... you know, save me in a way. Thanks for that."

"Or else you'd be freezing your ass off in the cold outside. And might I tell you, my neighbors here are really awful, I doubt they would've helped you if you went to them."

"Well..." he trailed off, trying to mask the cringe when he took a sip of the tea. "I'm glad it was your door that I knocked on."

"I'm not."

"What?"

You cackled at the gasp that came from him.

"Chill, I should correct myself. I was not, but I don't mind right now. I just don't like anyone interrupting me while I read. But I understand your situation, so I don't mind."

"Yeah, right. I was ready to run through the door right now," Jungkook breathed out heavily.

"You can if you want," you shrugged. "But I don't think you will."

"I'm too tired to fight you on that," he weakly commented. "I'll just accept defeat."

"Yeah, I don't see you having any alternative."

Soon enough, Jungkook and you fell into a peaceful silence. He carefully observed the way you took merely two sips of the tea before placing it on the floor and pushing it away from you, wiping at the corner of your lip to hide the disgust on your expression.

Jungkook was tempted to do the same, but he didn't want to seem ungrateful, so he ended up chugging the bitter tea in one go, turning away from you completely to cover his mouth at the nasty taste.

He also silently accepted the phone that you gave him with a grateful nod, typing out Jimin's number before letting you type in the address of the cottage. He could only hope that Jimin would come to pick him up before it got too late.

After following your lead and shifting to lean against the couch, Jungkook found himself fiddling with the edge of the hoodie that you had let him wear.

The house was neat and cozy, majorly white with a hint of brown here and there. There wasn't much to see, except for the large french windows and the tall bookshelf that he figured you had utilized to place your books on. He hadn't seen much of the house except for the bedroom where you had told him he could get dressed there, but he got a pleasant and cozy vibe from the place.

"So, what brought you here, Jungkook?"

He turned to look at you, staying silent in an attempt to prepare an answer. He was partly startled at the sound of his name coming from you, it made him feel... weird. Good weird. He liked the way you said his name.

"Uh... I wanted to get away, I guess," he spoke softly, suddenly acknowledging the comfort of the silence that had blanketed the two of you.

"You have a friend here?"

"I mean - a friend of a friend," he nodded in thought. "Jimin - the guy I spoke to? He's my friend, and his girlfriend, well... I don't know if I could call her that, she lives here. She's apparently crazy rich and has a few bungalows around here, but she's... I don't know. Weird. Not good for Jimin."

"I get you," you chuckled softly. "I've known such people, too."

"She's horrible man," Jungkook groaned and covered his face with his palms. "She's such a pain. Ugh."

"Damn," you laughed at his honesty. "That's sad though, for Jimin, I suppose."

"It is!" He exclaimed. "I mean, Jimin is kinda filthy rich, too. So it isn't much of a problem for him to book flights every two or three weeks to come to visit her whenever she decides to miss him. But then they have these arguments and he makes me listen to all of his issues and he writes these sappy heartbreak songs or whatnot. Ugh. Too much."

You could only giggle at his words.

"But yeah... I guess I can tolerate her, even if it's just this once. I really needed to get away, and I figured there was no better place than this."

"Problems?" You inquired gently. "Girl problems?"

"No, god, no. Thank god," Jungkook sighed. "But yeah, problems, I guess."

"Mhm," you hummed. "You don't need to tell me anything. But I get you. I came here to get away from my problems too."

Jungkook fell silent at that. Looking across at you, he finally allowed himself to take a proper look at you. The way your silver glasses sat at the bridge of your nose, hair tied into a messy bun at the base of your neck, a comfortable pair of pink and white pajamas that made you look as though you were really in the mood to pamper yourself. Also the spiderman socks - but this time, it only made him smile faintly.

"I guess we all deserve to be a little happy," he murmured.

"I guess we do."

Jungkook wondered if it would be alright to talk to you about his problems. A mere stranger who'd probably forget about his existence a few months or years down the line. Maybe he could get unbiased advice from you, a person who knows nothing about his background or family issues or anything for that matter. Maybe he would feel lighter if he used this chance to talk about his problems.

But he didn't want to burden you.

Jungkook noticed a vague emptiness in your gaze when you looked out the window. It made him think that maybe... just maybe, his problems weren't that big in comparison to yours. And he could - if he tried to - ask you to talk about your problems as well. After all, he was a complete stranger who'd have nothing to do with you after a few hours.

But there was something that couldn't let him.

And that was the embarrassingly loud noise that came from his stomach. It was prolonged and weird, up until the point where Jungkook sat up on his knees with his hands around his belly, eyes wide in shock.

You covered your mouth with your hands, laughing into it at the discomfort on his face.

"Don't worry, it happens to the best of us too," you assured him, taking this as a chance to stand up as well, picking up his mug and yours and walking to the kitchen.

"Are you hungry, Jungkook?"

Jungkook could only hide his face in shame, letting out a small whine in the process.

"I guess you are," you chuckled. "I don't have any food here, but there's this stall down the road that sells these awesome fishcakes if you're up for it."

Fishcakes sounded so good right now.

"I wouldn't mind that at all," he breathed.

"Alright then. I'll get you a coat. It's cold outside."

Moments before you could disappear into your room, Jungkook called for you.

"(Y/n)?"

You turned to look at him, noticing the warm smile on his face.

"Hmm?"

"Thank you. For everything."

"You don't need to thank me for anything. I expect you to repay me for this. Preferably with a proper meal once you get your wallet or something. Oh - and maybe some wine too."

“Of course,” Jungkook agreed easily. “I mean, I really do need to repay you for what you did for me today, not everyone would do that.”

“I know,” you smirked at him.

“Also, Jungkook?”

“Yes?”

“I’m afraid I don’t have shoes for you to wear.”

Jungkook looked to his freshly washed feet with a slight frown.

“…but I do have a pair of one size fits all Barbie socks.”

A/n: I had this idea for such a long timeeee ahhh. I really think this was so cute, I'd love to hear what you think!!!

#jungkook fluff #jungkook imagines #jungkook angst #jungkook x female reader #jeon jungkook imagines #jeon jungkook fluff #jungkook x reader #bts fluff #bts angst #bts imagines #bts jungkook #jungkook oneshot

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howlingday · 2 years

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Mamma Harley Arc AU:

Jaune is strapped down to a chair, being interrogated by his Uncle Bruce to coax the Joker side of him out while his friends are watching from the other side of 1 way glass

Jaune's Somber Delivery

Once Bruce arrived on Remnant, he tracked down Jaune using the nanites in his system. This led him to an unowned farmhouse outside the city of Vale. It had been maintained and used by the city as a Halloween haunted house, retelling ghost stories and using the barn as a sort of "party" location for dancing and refreshments while the house was repurposed for haunted effects.

In his Batsuit, he made short work of ambushing Jaune, who had been in the basement, trying to recreate Joker Toxin. Jaune's condition was getting worse, but thankfully he didn't have nearly enough ingredients to simulate the effects.

Batman had been careful in knocking Jaune unconcious. When Harley arrived with Ozpin and the police, she begged him to keep Jaune safe while she and Batman destroyed any trace of the lab. Ozpin agreed, and took Jaune to the police interrogation room, keeping him monitored at all times until Batman arrived.

The time was 4:02 in the morning, and Jaune woke up to a horrible nightmare.

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'Jaaaaune~!' A voice cooed in his ears.

"M-Mom?" His mother often did voices when he was growing up. It was a voice he never heard, but felt it was familiar, so he thought it was her doing a voice. "Mom?"

'Guess again, Junior.' The voice replied. 'Wakey-wakey! It's time you met your new best friend.'

Jaune stirred, but noticed he couldn't move anything except his head. His hands were shackled behind his back, and his legs to the floor and the chair he was seated in. Looking up, he was blinded by the light and winced. Then a shadow casted over him and blocked the light.

"Jaune Arc." His heart stopped at the shadow's voice.

He remembered a story his mother told him when he misbehaved. She warned him of a man who lurked in the shadows and preyed on those who would misbehave. A bogeyman that made Jaune quake in fear whenever his mother warned him of the consequences of doing wrong.

'If you don' behave, eventually da Batman is gonna getcha!'

"Answer me, Jaune Arc." Batman spoke, his voice grim and intimidating.

"B-Batman..." Jaune shivered.

"You have a lot to answer for, Jaune Arc." Jaune gulped. "And I expect you to answer me every single time."

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Ozpin, Glynda, and Harley watch from the other side of the glass. It was always strange for Harley to be on this side. Even when Gordon hired her for official police business, it felt off that she was on the side not being watched.

"I'm... I'm sorry it had to be this way, Doctor Quinn." Ozpin spoke.

Harley didn't answer. She kept her eyes on her little boy as he shivered under the intimidating gaze of the man behind the mask. It was a bittersweet feeling for her. Positive note was Harley got to see that her son listened to her from a young age. Negative note, however, was she saw how well those stories worked on her son.

"Can I get you anything?" Professor Goodwitch offered as she stood next to Ozpin.

"Hot chocolate." Harley answered. "With graham cracker an two cinnamon sticks." She didn't take her eyes off the glass. "Leave the whipped cream in the can."

Nodding, Professor Goodwitch stepped out, leaving Harley alone with Ozpin to watch her son's interrogation.

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"Oh, Professor Goodwitch." Ren perked up.

"Is Jaune okay?" Pyrrha asked.

"Who was that creepy guy in the onesie?" Nora asked.

Professor Goodwitch ignored them all, swiftly moving down the hall to the rest of the police station. The team slumped back into their seats. Ren returned to reading his magazine while Pyrrha stared at the two doors with Nora.

"Do you think she knows him?" Nora asked.

"The man in the black suit?" Nora nodded at Pyrrha. "I don't think so. He's someone Doctor Quinn knows, though."

"Do you think he's Jaune's uncle?" Nora asked.

"If he is, it would explain a lot." The two looked to Ren. "Remember Jaune's 'The Huntsman' phase?"

"Yeah, I remember!" Nora giggled.

Pyrrha sighed. "I don't think even him or the Red Huntress can compare to him, though. It's hard to describe, but..."

"He has a lot of anger inside him." Ren said. "He's definitely a dangerous opponent if we fought him."

"I just hope he's helping Jaune." Pyrrha said.

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"ANSWER ME!" Batman roared. "WHAT WERE YOU DOING THAT BASEMENT?!"

"I- I don't know!" Jaune cowered, tears in his eyes. "I swear, I don't know! I just woke up!" Batman kicked the table, making it, and Jaune, jump. "Please! I don't know! I swear-!"

"SWEAR TO ME!" Batman roared in his face.

"I'M JUST DOING WHAT I'M TOLD!" Jaune sobbed. The room filled with the sounds of his heaving an sniffling. "I just... I don't know what happened. I went to bed last night, and when I woke up, I was in here." Batman grabbed his collar. "No, please!"

"Hey, no hands, Bat-Brain!"

"Harley, NO!" Batman whirled his head to the glass.

"M-Mom?" Jaune looked behind Batman. "Mom! Help me!"

'That's it. There's mommy.' The voice whispered. 'Go ahead. Call for mommy. Beg for her to help."

"Mom! Please, help me!" Batman raised his fist high in the air, ready to strike!

But then stopped. Looking down at the teenage boy, he saw the same blue eyes he saw when he visited Remnant. He faltered for a moment, but it was enough to make Jaune pass out.

Bruce watched as Jaune's head lolled back, his terrified, blue eyes rolling back. His eyelids fluttered to life shortly after and a wide grin grew across his face. A horrible, disgusting, sickening, and all too familiar giggle escaped his lips.

"Ah, ah, ah~!" Jaune snicked. "That's right, Batsy. No touching the bear cub while momma's watching." Jaune threw his head back, cackly wildly.

Batman let go of Jaune and turned to Harley behind the mirror.

"Hello, mommy~!" Jaune called past Batman. "I'd like to come out now! I'm all tuckered out from my play date with Batman~!" Jaune giggled.

The intercom clicked and whined as Harley's voice echoed throughout their tiny room.

"...Do it, Bats."

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Batman turned around and threw his cape up high. As it descended, the sound of bone cracking filled the rooms. He stepped away, showing Jaune's unconcious body as his head sagged down, blood dribbling from his mouth. A broken jaw. An instant knockout. Jaune would wake up in pain and would have to be closely monitored, but he was alive.

"...I'm sorry, Harley."

The door opened as Professor Goodwitch returned with two mugs of hot chocolate, a stack of graham crackers, two cinnamon sticks, and can of whipped cream.

Harley shoved the woman aside, taking the can of whipped cream with her as she stormed past the kids waiting outside. A police officer tried to stop her, and Harley punched them in the face. Officers swarmed over Harley, and she knocked them all back like they were nothing.

Compared to Gotham cops, they were.

She was about to strike her sixth cop when her arm stopped mid-swing. She turned, swinging her can of whipped cream right into Batman's face. The can dented, but didn't break, and Batman remained unharmed. She reared back to swing again, but had been restrained as Batman wrapped his arms around her.

She struggled for a bit, then dropped the can, wrapping her arms around the Dark Knight and sobbing into him. She hated him for what he did, but she hated herself even more for letting it happen.

But the one person she could never hate was her baby boy.

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"How about... Vert?" Harley asked as she sat in bed at Gotham General Hospital, a baby boy cooing in her arms. She shook her head. "Nah, dat sounds like a truck. How about... Blank?" The baby just squirmed. "Yeah, dat don' sound good, neither."

She rounded names off in her head. She wanted to name him something fancy and colorful. Her son wasn't going to introduce himself as something as bland and boring as Chuck Quinn. She looked to her left at the "French for Flunkies" open to a color wheel, a french word next to each color.

Suddenly, she was blinded as a golden light shined on the page. She looked away to her son, who was smiling at the funny face his mother made. Her heart melted. He was like a sunshine in her life. She looked to the book again.

"Jon-E?" Harley read, then looked at the pronunciation. "Oh, Jaune." She smiled at his name. "Jaune." She looked at her baby. "Jaune Quinzel," she cooed, "a perfect name fer da perfect baby."

#rwby #joker jaune au #rwby au #rwby: harley quinn arc au #harley quinn #harleen quinzel #bruce wayne #batman #jaune arc #nora valkyrie #blake belladonna #pyrrha nikos #lie ren #ozpin #glynda goodwitch #jaune quinn au #mama harley au

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🎺🎺🎺🎺VERY SPICY N SPECIAL DELIVERY 4 MY FAVE BELGIEN KÄÄRYLEET N BABY BOO OF ALL TIME!! >:DD

*🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁*

(This package might a bit hot soo ur gonna need 2 careful since the box is also VERY steamy inside ;33) our darling newlywed husky puppy N German Shepard coded couple come back from a Esc reunion party N the sexual tension between them is higher than Igor in the first chapter of Jance! IKEA au so what do they do?? ✨f4 eachothers brains out✨ ofc! LED lights are switched on,casting different shaped hearts onto the small hotel rooms walls as they dance around.The taller of the two’s face being thrusted into the shorter’s still jean-clad erection then gently pushed onto the bed,marked from the collarbone downwards with bites N hickeys galore which soon turned a gorgeous shade of purple on the older’s warm skin as the night grew,the very same shade of purple as Nace’s favourite colour.Every roll of the younger’s hips light a spark inside him till they all went off in what would be a beautiful firework display of arousal,meant 4 his now husband N him only .Switching positions so he now was ontop of his not only shirtless but naked rioter as he slipped on one of the Pokémon themed condoms they found at their local drugstore (which they both snatched up immediately cuz yk they would ☺️) slowly but surely working all the pretty little sounds he loved hearing coming from his man,feeling him squirm when he cupped the younger’s chin so he couldn’t look away even if he wanted 2 (he didn’t) until their simultaneous orgasms rippelnd out of them like a tidal wave crashed down down on the now very sweaty,chest heaving husbands.Finally coming up from both of their post-sex states N both cleaned up from the remnants of another mind blowing session,the couple cuddled under the blankets as their bodies magnetised themselves 2 eachother,hoping that many more nights will end just as this one did..

Wooooh that was spicy 👀 The Pokémon condoms tho haha😭😂 I love how you describe sex between them as fireworks going off and the LED lights being flicked on ajfhg Really setting the mood ;3 The hearts on the wall too, it's almost kind of wholesome ☺ The tension being higher than Igor in the Jance! IKEA au lmfao I can't ☠☠😭🐈‍⬛

Thank you sm for the spicy Jere/Nace board!!

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#käärijä #nace jordan #Nace x Jere #Cute moodboards #Hotcat ask

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silverxcristal · 1 year

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Remnant Delivery Crab Island DTIYS 10/10

This is Crab Island, a place with a great atmosphere. The Fazbear Funtime Rental Service rented this private island for their staff so they could take a day off from their daily deliveries. Some could call this a summer vacation.

After a long day and a bunch of photos taken all over the island and group of people, Frostbear is excited to share this with Grim and everybody else at the Barn. Maybe they could join them one day

[Details about the DTIYS on the comments]

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nightmaretherabbit · 1 year

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¡¡¡ HAPPY EASTER!!!

Gift for @silverxcristal and @octyfish

Sweetheart and Easter Bonnie <3

#my art #gift #easter #happy easter #fnaf ar #fnaf ar oc #fnaf oc #not my oc #sweetheart bonnie #fnaf ar easter bonnie #fnaf easter bonnie #easter bonnie #not my design #silverxcristal #octyfish #remnant delivery au #rdau #fnaf remnant delivery au #lesbian

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fnaf-sxc · 2 years

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Remnant Delivery [FNaF AR: Special delivery gijinka AU]

#fnaf ar #remnant delivery

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n0t-1nt3r3st1ng · 9 months

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Vulture!Wednesday AU Part - 6

Wednesday's initial ignorance of the Vermont Railway had been a costly oversight, but she had swiftly adapted and gathered vital information to make up for it. The short list of the railway's services, rail network, locomotives, and rolling stock now lay safely recorded in her notebook, a testament to her resourcefulness and determination.

Having shed her original outfit for something more practical, Wednesday moved stealthily in her black turtleneck, cardigan, pants, boots, and a puffy black vest adorned with her trusty tools. To stay alert and prepared, she wore a paracord bracelet on one wrist and kept the quartz crystal, connected to its delicate silver chain, ready in her other hand.

The engine of her Jaguar hummed to life, and she drove towards the rail yard with caution, mindful of not drawing any suspicion. A light drizzle fell on her windshield as she maneuvered through the dark streets. By the time she reached her destination, the drizzle had intensified into a downpour. Parked a few blocks away to avoid attention, Wednesday continued her journey on foot, embracing the relentless rain that enveloped the world in darkness.

Approaching the edge of the railyard, she moved with calculated steps, staying close to the shadows, and her visible breath testified to the chilling night air. Before delving deeper, she took a moment to orient herself amidst the labyrinth of train tracks and parked locomotives. The symphony of rain on metal surfaces masked her movements, shrouding her in a cloak of invisibility.

Feeling uncertain of her path, she relied on the quartz crystal to guide her. Though the trains had already completed their cargo deliveries, Wednesday knew she could still glean valuable information by placing a tracing rune in them to reveal their final destinations. The crystal glowed faintly as she let it hang, its magical essence still present. Reciting the spell with precision, she directed the weakened magic towards the remnants of energy, guiding the quartz like a bloodhound on a leash to its target.

Navigating through puddles and mud with care, she sought refuge behind parked freight cars whenever a passing security light threatened to betray her presence. The imposing perimeter fence, crowned with coiled barbed wire, was no match for her lockpicking skills, and she swiftly bypassed the padlock securing a side gate, slipping inside the railyard's confines.

The echoes of distant footsteps reverberated through the yard, and Wednesday instinctively pressed herself against the cold metal, barely daring to breathe until the sounds faded away. Feeling more confident within the belly of the railyard, she used the freight cars as cover, moving steadily towards her intended targets – a diverse set of boxcars with varying styles and designation numbers.

With a keen eye, she double-checked her choices, ensuring no car was overlooked. Once satisfied, she took the quartz in hand, carefully running it across the inner face of each boxcars without making contact but coming close enough for her magic to take effect. As she completed each marking, a brief glowing purple circle shone before vanishing, confirming the successful placement of the tracing rune.

Her mission accomplished, Wednesday retraced her steps back to her Jaguar, her mind buzzing with the thrill of discovery and triumph. The rain had subsided, leaving behind the scent of damp earth and the promise of more mysteries yet to unravel.

For the rest of the weekend, Wednesday diligently tracked the boxcars. To her frustration, they all remained stationary at the station.

When Monday morning arrived, she found herself attending class. Despite her extensive knowledge, she had to force herself to pretend to pay attention to the teacher's lectures. In truth, she could have taught some of the classes herself. Nevertheless, she played the part, answering questions when asked and maintaining the facade.

Eugene was thrilled to see her back in good health and eagerly showed her the equipment. He insisted on explaining how everything worked, and although hesitant, she reluctantly accepted his guidance.

"Would you mind if I ask you a favor?" Wednesday inquired after he finished his explanation.

"Sure," Eugene replied.

"While I'm quite confident in my abilities, I'm not yet familiar with these machines and their particularities. Would you mind staying with me for a few more minutes after tending to the hives, in case something goes wrong?" she asked. She believed that showing some vulnerability would help strengthen their camaraderie. Eugene held a position of authority among the members, and there was nothing to lose by earning his favor.

Moreover, she was scheduled to work her first shift with Xavier Thorpe and Beany Boy, and she needed someone to distract her, especially when it came to dealing with the annoying boy.

Unfortunately, Eugene was absent for most of the first part of her shift, leaving her with no choice but to engage in conversation with Xavier.

"You know, I've been meaning to talk to you," Xavier said.

"Really? I hadn't noticed," Wednesday deadpanned.

Xavier chuckled. "You really don't remember me?" There was a tinge of sadness in his voice.

"Should I?" she replied.

"Last time we met, I was about two feet shorter and forty pounds heavier," Xavier explained, gesturing to indicate his former stature.

"That doesn't ring a bell," Wednesday replied, her curiosity piqued. "What happened?"

"Puberty, I guess," Xavier shrugged.

"I meant what happened the last time we met," Wednesday replied, slightly irritated.

"Oh, yeah, it was my godmother's funeral," Xavier said. "Apparently, they were friends with your grandmother and spent their twenties in Europe swindling the rich and notorious. We were ten and bored, so we decided to play hide and seek and had the brilliant idea of hiding in her casket."

Wednesday's lips curved into a small smile. "Yes, I remember hearing your muffled screams. I thought your grandmother had somehow cheated death and clawed her way out."

"Either way, you hit the big red button and stopped me from being burned alive," Xavier said. "You left before I could thank you."

"Your thanks are appreciated but unnecessary. Like I said, I thought you were your godmother," Wednesday replied.

Xavier's disappointment was understandable, but Wednesday hoped it would finally put an end to his persistent attempts to engage with her. However, she could still see desire in his eyes and the glances he gave her during the brief pauses of his broadcast. Eugene acted as a barrier after that, preventing any more unwanted conversations.

During the second shift, Wednesday found herself alone with Bianca and Kent. Unlike the previous shift, Bianca had decided not to speak to Wednesday at all, which Wednesday appreciated. She also noticed the stark difference in the music each DJ played. Beany Boy played a mixture of Grunge, Alternative Rock, Emo, and Indie, while Kent leaned towards Electronic/Pop, Hip-Hop/Rap, and current trending music. Although Wednesday valiantly endured the music, she knew her greatest challenge would be the third and final shift with Enid Sinclair and Yoko Tanaka, who adored all things Pop.

"So, how are you feeling after the first day?" Enid asked Wednesday while she gathered her stuff. Enid seemed excited, as if she were the new one.

"I was able to get by; Eugene was a good teacher," Wednesday replied.

"Yeah, he's good at figuring out all the tech stuff. So..." Enid hesitated, seemingly gathering courage to ask something.

"So?" Wednesday prompted.

"Puppy wants to know if you can set up the whole thing to transmit online and help us out on the last Saturday of the month." Yoko interjected, hanging an arm around Enid's shoulders.

"I know it's a bit sudden, but Weathervane is going out of business, and they ask for all the help they can get. I think if we run a show from there, it might get them customers, but when I asked..." Enid explained.

"Rowan had another of his meltdowns?" Wednesday feigned surprise. "Where is he, by the way?"

"No idea," Yoko replied. "He kinda disappeared, which is worrying because of the killer."

"A killer?" Wednesday asked, not up-to-date with the city's affairs.

"Yeah, five or six Normies died already. They think it might be one of us," Enid replied, her voice saddened.

"And what is this Weathervane?" Wednesday asked, quickly changing the subject.

"Oh, it's the oldest cafe and bakery in town," Enid became excited again. Wednesday had to admit, this version of Enid was much more tolerable. "Have you never been there?"

Obviously not, Wednesday wanted to reply. Instead, she tried a more civil approach. "I don't believe I had the pleasure, no."

"You've got to come with us then!" Enid all but shouted. "They have these homemade donuts that are to die for, and the cafe is really good."

"It may or may not be her favorite place," Yoko added.

"I'm currently waiting for a... package," Wednesday hesitated. She needed to foster a good relationship with other students, and Enid provided the best chance. "But if it's short, there's no reason I cannot set up a stream."

"Oh, you won't regret it!" Enid squealed and took a step towards Wednesday with her arms outstretched. Wednesday quickly took a step back. "Right, colors, sorry," Enid said sheepishly.

Wednesday gave her a relaxed look, and the group began the long trip downstairs.

"Hey, where are you living anyway?" Yoko asked.

"I live in the outskirts of the city, by the ocean. For all its advantages, I sometimes find the city overwhelming," Wednesday replied, having practiced the excuse enough times to sound sincere.

"Tell me about it, there are days it seems everyone is just looking for an excuse to go at each other's throats," Enid replied.

"Still, kind of a shame," Yoko said.

"How so?" Wednesday asked, intrigued.

"Puppy here still doesn't have a roommate," Yoko pointed at Enid with her thumb. "She's all alone in that tower. You two could've been the odd couple, can you imagine?"

"It might be for the best. I've been told I can be a handful," Wednesday replied. "May I ask you something?"

"Shoot," Yoko replied.

"Why do you call Enid 'Puppy'?" Wednesday's question seemed to hit a nerve with Yoko and Enid. They both stopped in their tracks, and Wednesday stared at them from the bottom of the stairs. "I'm sorry if you don't want to talk about it."

"Ehm, well, I'm a werewolf," Enid replied, hesitantly. Wednesday was confused. Werewolves weren't rare, so why the... she wanted to say shame?

"She's just a bit of a late bloomer," Yoko added, playfully rubbing her friend's arm.

"I haven't changed yet. All I got is this," Enid's nails extended into multi-colored claws.

"Impressive," Wednesday said.

"Thanks," Enid replied. "My family enrolled me here; they think being around other werewolves might help me ease out and shift."

"It's kind of a big deal for a werewolf," Yoko informed Wednesday.

"I'm sure you'll be nothing short of glorious," Wednesday replied.

The pair accompanied Wednesday to her car. Yoko whistled as she examined the Jaguar.

"It looks fast," Enid noted.

"Its performance has yet to let me down," Wednesday replied. If she had a garage back at the house, she could work on its engine, but for the moment, it was more than adequate. "Do you drive?"

"I don't have my license yet," Enid replied.

"If you ever want to practice, I'll be happy to lend it to you," Wednesday offered.

"Oh, no, I couldn't," Enid declined.

"I insist. If not to replace the introduction to your favorite spot," Wednesday replied.

"Hey, can I drive this beauty someday?" Yoko asked.

For some reason, a red alert sounded in the back of Wednesday's head.

"If you promise to be careful," Wednesday replied.

"On my life," Yoko mockingly placed a hand over her heart.

She said her goodbyes to the pair and headed back home. It was only her first day, and she was exhausted. So much so that she nearly forgot about her writing hour, had Thing not reminded her.

Still, all first steps in a plan were like this. She just needed to grow accustomed to the rhythm. Spending a few hours in a cafe wouldn't be much of a problem, not if she left the spells running under Thing's supervision. It might not be perfect, but things were going just as planned.

#wenclair #spider!enid #vulture!wednesday #wednesday #wednesday au

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